Better call Chuck a mental health professional. Review by Brandon Wolfe Another lesson Jimmy McGill learns on his path to becoming Saul Goodman is that lowbrow stunts, like his big show of “rescuing” the worker from the billboard last week, don’t net you the highest caliber of clients. We know in the future that garishly chintzy advertising techniques are Saul’s bread and butter, and that he’s perfectly fine with the riff-raff that this brand of promotion brings in. But here in his nascent Jimmy McGill days, he finds himself crestfallen when his reward for his calibrated public relations bid is a kook who wants to secede from the country and pay Jimmy in homemade currency, the inventor of an inadvertently suggestive talking toilet and a bunch of nice grandmas hammering out their wills for pocket change. Jimmy still aspires to greatness. He hasn’t yet accepted that a thriving practice can be built on a foundation of crumb-bums and schmoes. “Alpine Shepherd Boy” could have gotte