Breaking Bad Final Countdown: Part 7 of 8

September 29, 2013 will mark one of the saddest days in television history: The conclusion of Vince Gilligan’s game-changing dramatic series, Breaking Bad.

Truly, few samples of film, standalone or episodic, can match the skillful pacing or narrative flair of this show. And for that reason, I will pay my personal homage through the blogosphere: Episode-by-episode critiques and recaps of the final 8 installments of the series.

Be warned, there will likely be spoilers abound. This is primarily for fans who crave a post-viewing play-by-play. Comments are encouraged.

So without further ado:

Season 5 Episode 15 (Original Air Date: September 22, 2013)


Choice. Its a funny thing, isn’t it? I mean, its nice to be altruistic. To act in pursuit of our needs and desires without implicating other people. But it doesn’t always work out that way.

Depending on our choices, shit can get brutal. Like, car crash brutal. Whereupon impact, pieces shatter and fly into a million different directions. In these situations, no one gets out unharmed.

Just ask any of our key players. Even the not terribly relevant ones. Sorry, Andrea.

Mr. White’s made a few pretty bold moves. The infamous phone call, for one. Which had [almost] entirely abdicated Skyler of her role in the couple’s crimes. The kidnapping. Which, in retrospect, could have been just another layer in the phone call scheme. And then, of course, his sudden disappearance.

We pick up with the red getaway van that whisked away our troubled hero last time. Ed the Extractor pulls into the Vacuum Sales and Service Shop. Out of public view, he opens the backdoor. Howdy Heisenb– uh, Saul?

Our lovable Kevin Costner lookalike has a plan: to become a “douche-bag with a job and three pairs of dockers.” He’s thinkin’, best case scenario, to be a manager at Cinnabon. But first thing’s first: He needs a new photo for a phony Nebraska ID. He wonders about the huge gash on his face. Worry not, Ed assures, we’ll photoshop that shit out.

Saul’s to lay low for a few days. In the meantime, he’ll bunk in the basement. Oh, and by the way, hope you don’t mind having a roommate.

Who could it be? You guessed it: Walt. Erratic and vengeful with way too much time on his hands. He’s got a plan, but first, let’s check in on our mournful little mouse-faced Marie.

She’s got escorts. They promise they’ll find Hank. Ok, that’s comforting… Until they pull up to her home and find it trashed and gutted. Two of the men scout the home while Marie’s promptly removed from the situation. So that’s, what? 30 seconds of screen time? Uh, did I write this episode?

The men search. Then Jesse’s voice, low and broken, invades the scene. The sound carries us to the lair of the thieves with the confession tape.

Jesse’s on screen. Eyes red and puffy. The Nazis laugh as if they’re watching an Episode of 30 Rock [RIP] and they skip ahead. Oh– what’s this?

The crew conveniently land on a bit about Todd. Specifically, his cold-blooded murder of a little boy. “BOOM,” Jesse emphasizes, “Like it was nothing.” He and the victim are identified by name. Should of re-thought that one, lil’ pup. Now you’re the rat.

Meth D’s a bit proud about Jesse’s retelling of the story. After all, with the life choices HE has made, it pays to be perceived as a psychopath. But Uncle Jack reacts from a slightly different point of view: one of his men has been identified. That ain’t cool.

He’s ready to put the kid down, but Meth D intercepts. Its funny how often the interests of Lydia align with the presence of Jesse. He can provide her with the product purity and color she wants. And he also carries information that can help or harm her empire. Which would also mean, if the Nazis comply, that they can get even MORE filthy rich.

But above all, Methy’s got a crush. And he’ll stop at nothing to gain Lydia’s approval.

Jesse knows nothing about any of this. He’s still in his cell. Staring at the photo of Lydia and Brock. Then he notices his ticket to freedom.

A paper clip.

In a faraway land, Walt and Saul play catchup beneath the Vacuum Shop. Walt is madly focused on reclaiming his stolen money. He asks for about five “hitters and mercenaries” to enact his revenge.

Saul, ever the pragmatist, puts things into perspective. Walt being gone will solve nothing. His family won’t be safe. And there’s no simple way to transfer his money to them.

It’s clear to everyone that Walt’s got a bad hand and should fold. But why let that stellar poker face go to waste? Walt assures his audience that it’s only over when he reclaims his rewards and gives them to his family. No more effin’ around.

It’s not over, he gasps over a strangled cough. Ok, Old Man. We’ll believe it when we see it.

Meanwhile, Skyler’s effectively receiving her death sentence. Sort of. Really, its a warning about the legal action she might face for withholding information about her hubbie. The details of which are unclear beneath the the droney squealy noise ringing in her head.

As was the case when Walt received his diagnosis in Episode 1, those specifics aren’t really relevant. What matters is time is running out. And the course of action is anything but certain. Skyler’s at a standstill.

So that night, she quietly complies to surveillance. She sits in a darkened living room of a home once occupied with thoughts of future children. A loving husband. And the knowledge that her sister and DEA in-law were just a phone call away. But this house is no longer a home.

Reflecting over a cigarette, the silence is busted by Baby. Skyler walks into the room.

It’s Meth and the gang. In black masks. Circled around Baby’s crib. A man grabs Sky and covers her mouth. Todd is checking in to make sure nothing has been or will be mentioned about his “girlfriend.” He doesn’t want to come back. Cuz it’s kind of out of the way and gas is CRAZY expensive.

He makes sure the threat REALLY comes through with a shoulder-touch and leaves Sky to mull over things.

Later, Meth and Lydia connect at a coffee shop. He lights up as she steps in and dumbly attempts to follow when she sits back-turned at the next table. She corrects him, as I imagine she would do frequently in the inevitable erotic fan fiction about these two.

He procedes to boast about his good work scaring the shit out of Skyler. But she’s not satisfied. Subtle ain’t her game. Too much risk involved. She suggests taking a break from MD, Jack and the rest of his cronies.

Then Meth D plays his Ace. “We’re up to 92%. And its blue. And We’ve got Jesse locked up in a cage.”

Oh. Thinks Lydia. This changes things.

It’s back to Walt, taking refuge in his New Hampshire hideaway. Ed gives him a tour. Its basic. Month’s worth of canned goods. Steaks in the freezer. Generator. Woodburner. Bad TV reception. Two copies of Mr. Magorium’s Wonder Emporium. No cellphone or internet access.

It’s casually mentioned that Walt is the subject of a nationwide manhunt. That being the case, Ed promises to bounce in the event that Walt leaves the gate of the reservation. Because no way is he risking his life for that.

Ed will be back next month with newspapers and supplies. Which gives Walt ample time to “Rest up,” and “Think about things.”


As Walt willfully hides, Jesse plots his escape. His paper clip lock pick works swimmingly. Now he stands on a ladder built of a folded mattress and a bucket. He reaches for the top of the cell. Then the chatter nears.

When Meth D arrives with a bowl of ice cream, Jesse’s back in position. Good thing, too. Who would wanna miss out on a delicious mish mash of Peanut Butter Cup and Americone Dream? Guys, I’m pretty sure we were wrong about this guy all along.

I mean, he even takes the tarp off of Jesse’s cage so he can watch the stars! How precious.

Sucker. Now Jesse’s got one less obstacle in the way of freedom. In a quiet moment, he resumes his escape plan. I want to point out how incredible this feat is. Possible, sure, but the upper body strength one would need? Forget about it. I’ll just cook meth till they kill me.

Still, the little man makes it. He runs toward the barb wire fence. He leaps. Ravages his way toward the top. But his captors follow his trail. They picked him up on surveillance. He’s cornered. Helpless.

So he barks. Loud. He’ll never cook for them. Not again. So they better kill him now.

Poor Jesse. You really should have thought this through. Your choices effect the world outside of you. The people you care about. The things you want to protect. They are extensions of you. Just as accountable for every one of your actions.

The photo was designed as a reminder. It was a subtle way of saying, “there are worse things than killing you.” But Jesse is all heart. He took a risky opportunity and it backfired.

So MD and friends take him out for a late night drive. They visit an old friend. Lure her out of her home with the promise of seeing Jesse again.

MD explains that its nothing personal. And in the blink of an eye, she’s gone. Done. Dead. Nobody’s innocent. Nobody’s safe.

Jesse sees it all. And he’s reminded about the boy. Effectively they warn, “Don’t pull the trigger.” Its a matter of choice.

It’s 30 days from Walt’s arrival, and he waits like an adorable puppy at the gates. There he is! Ed! My Master who brings food and supplies!

He’s got replacement glasses. Stacks of newspapers. And updates on the family. They’ve moved out of the house. It’s fenced up now. Largely due to teenagers breaking in.

Skyler now works as a taxi dispatcher. She uses her maiden name. And there’s talk about Grand Jury.

Ed assists in administering Walt’s chemotherapy. He mentions that he’s now a pro after taking a course at the school of Youtube. Solid.

When he tries to leave, Walt begs him to stay. $10k for 2 hours, he proposes. Make it an hour, he bargains. It’s a deal. They start a game of cards, and Walt asks the tough questions.

In the likely event that Ed comes to the cabin and finds Walt dead, what happens to the money then? He asks if Ed would bring his money to his family.

Ed’s answer is honest and brutal. “If I say yes, would you believe me?”

That night, Walt sleeps. Photos of Skyler are all over the wall. Walt’s ring falls off his finger, waking him. He tries to place it back on. It won’t fit. He picks up a string and forms a necklace. Then he sits up. Struck with inspiration.

He takes a box and packs it with money. Then packages it nicely. Next morning he takes it outside to the gate. Overlooks the fresh tracks. And exits.

Next we see Junior in class. He’s got a phone call from Aunt Marie. And you thought we’d seen the last of her, huh? No such luck, buddy.

Junior takes the call in a secluded office. “Aunt Marie?”

We cut to a bar with a woman who is decidedly NOT Marie. “Hold on a sec, Honey.” She passes the phone to Walt.

He’s genuinely elated to hear his son’s voice. He rambles, trying to find an apology and a proclamation of love. None of it quite solidifies. But then comes the plan.

He asks about Junior’s friend Louis. He’s a good kid. Is his address the same? He wants to send a package to him that’s actually meant for Junior. Its important that he say nothing about it to anyone. Its got $100k. He wishes it could be more, but that’s all that fits.

Do you understand?

Junior’s quiet throughout the phone call. We can’t get a good read on him. But when he starts, its clear.

“You killed Uncle Hank!”

Then he pulls a Marie.

“Why are you still alive? Why don’t you just die already?! Just die!”

A screenwriting teacher once instructed that, when creating good drama, we ask ourselves, “How hard should I be on my characters?” To which the response is always the same:


Be unforgiving. Be brutal. Let them fight through it and fight hard. Jesse’s there. And I thought it couldn’t get much worse for Walt, until the next scene.

Walt makes another phone call. To the DEA of Albuquerque. He tells them who he is, and leaves the phone dangling on the hook. His cover is blown.

He heads to the bar and orders a Dimple Pinch. Neat. Then he notices something curious on the television.

Elliott and Gretchen Schwartz. They’re being interviewed about their recent $28 million Grant for drug abuse treatment centers throughout the southwest. It’s perceived as a political move to distance themselves from their Grey Matter co-founder, Walter White.

They minimize Walt’s involvement. He had nothing to do with anything but the name. What’s worse, the Walter White they knew – the kind, wonderful man they befriended – is gone. Buried. Dead.

Walt swells with fury.

The police arrive. But not in time.

And now, there’s




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How To Not Be A Villain

Sometimes, we have bad days. AWFUL days. Unrealistically proposterously poopyfart stink-ass days. And on said days, it’s hard to self motivate. Why do it? Is the operative question. WHY DOES IT EVEN MATTER?

Really, why?! Nobody else is trying. Nobody cares! Everything you’re fighting so hard to do means zilch to the greater population. How could it possibly be worth the headache?!

As you may have guessed, this past week presented such a dilemma. I hated everyone and everything. This then turned inward and nothing I could do was right. I’m very disappointed in you, spoke my inner Bowie voice. You’ve let me down.


This all became soul-crushingly unmanageable until, after about 3 hours of self-coaching, I talked myself away from the ledge. So what did it? What was the proverbial vaudeville hook pulling me off-stage?

It was my inner Gilbert Gottfried shouting “GET OUT OF YOUR FUCKING HEAD!!!”

Alright, I thought. I’m being an asshole. Do I really think I’m the only person who may be having a bad day? And would I be forgiving if someone else acted out on every testy impulse they had? No! Those people are jerks!

What? Yeah yeah, I know – this is a movie and food blog. I need to tie that in somehow. Hm.. Uhhhhhh…

Ok! Got it. So Ozymandias, from Watchmen – total dick right? He orchestrated a major distaster that killed, like, MILLIONS of people. No one with any regard for human life would ever let that slide, right?

Wrong! Well, sort of. Ozymandias’ intention was actually to save humanity. He found a scapegoat that could unite the people. Something otherworldly and foreign that didn’t really exist. So in the end, despite the casualities, he was sowing the seeds of a brighter future for all. It was an investment.

His character represented the modern dichotomy of hero and villain. What defines each? And how different are they really? With a lot of time and a good dose of skewed morality, one could actually deem Ozymandias heroic.


Another example! This one a bit more of-the-moment and familiar to my readers: Walter White. We love him. We hate him. We love to hate him. But we know how committed he is to providing for his family. His INTENT, from the start, makes him a hero. His actions do not. Because for all the millions he throws at Junior, Skyler, and Baby, he still can’t undo the fact that he watched a woman choke to death on her own vomit.

The point is, any one of us can skirt the line. You are not wholly good just because you want to be. Nor am I. And somewhere inside of you, there’s a festering little a-hole who wants to step on kids’ sandcastles and push old ladies in front of double-deckers.

But, with the exception of a few, you KNOW better. You can practice restraint, because you have at least a slight sense of human decency. And just like everybody else, you are not forgiving when some one who isn’t you allows their insecurities to get the best of them. We may not always notice or appreciate gestures of kindness, but those lapses of propriety sting. Because believing I hate you is much easier to accept than believing we’re besties.

One slip is all you need to ruin the way society sees you. Remember that the next time you want to stab a guy for not saying “Thank you.”

Realize, like me, that your anger is fleeting. Better yet, let it hurt you. Wrestle with that pain. Channel it. Convert it into positive energy. Think Superman. Think Wonder Woman. Think, I dunno, Tiny Tim. Because really, who doesn’t love that guy?

It sucks, man, I know. I’ve been there many times. We all have. Which is why no one really has an excuse. So don’t act up. Treat people the way you want them to treat you. Because with your luck, 10 years down the line, you’re gonna need that d-bag you told to suck an egg that one time. Or, if you’ve conditioned yourself properly, you’ll just feel really guilty about it. And that’s almost as bad.

In the meantime, relax. Enjoy yourself. Unwind.

We’ll see you Monday!

Featured Image by Barbara Kruger

Breaking Bad Final Countdown: Part 6 of 8

September 29, 2013 will mark one of the saddest days in television history: The conclusion of Vince Gilligan’s game-changing dramatic series, Breaking Bad.

Truly, few samples of film, standalone or episodic, can match the skillful pacing or narrative flair of this show. And for that reason, I will pay my personal homage through the blogosphere: Episode-by-episode critiques and recaps of the final 8 installments of the series.

Be warned, there will likely be spoilers abound. This is primarily for fans who crave a post-viewing play-by-play. Comments are encouraged.

So without further ado:

Season 5 Episode 14 (Original Air Date: September 15, 2013)


When last week’s episode ended with a sentimental exchange between Hank and Marie, the internet was abuzz about what this meant for the characters. Because if Gilligan’s bell has conditioned us to think or feel anything in this kind of moment, its dread.

So in 7 days, we accepted Hank’s death. The arrangements were made. We buried him and we said our good-byes. That’s it. We hardly knew ye and all that jazz. But you dug your own grave, smarty-pants.

A grave that, a mere months prior, gave promise to a better life.

It was on that same ground that Walt and Jesse first cooked in a make-shift RV meth lab. And here’s where we begin this week. Same place. But back to a time when Jesse and Walt had no clue and a lot of aspirations.

In a quiet moment, the scantily clad Walt steps outside and mutters to himself incoherently. Then he picks up his phone to call Skyler. Nervous, he bumbles through his rehearsed lie.

He’s unsure. Meek. Timid. Well meaning, of course, but utterly terrified. We remember this point in his life, when the drug trade seemed kind of fun. Back when it was, What the hell? I’ll cook a few rocks, make a fast buck, then leave the game. Worst case scenario: I’ll be dead in 6 months and my family will be a few hundred thousand dollars richer. Junior and Baby’s school will be paid for. A part of me will live on. And they’ll wonder about their dad for the rest of their lives. Wonder how he could have loved us so deeply that he’d risk everything just to provide for his family.

Skyler and Walt exchange I Love You’s and tentatively schedule a weekend getaway. And suddenly I’m assisting in the funeral planning: Yeah — That coffin. That’s right, the one that looks like Ramesses II. I’ll take it.

Walt fades away. Then the RV and Jesse follow.

The commercials hiccup and bring us right back to the same spot. Back in the now. The gunfire subsides. And from a distance we ask ourselves, Who’s left standing?

Well, not Gomie for one (big surprise there). Hank is on his back, clutching his leg. He sees his partner’s weapon a few feet from his swiss-cheese remains. A spark inside says “Keep fighting,” so he weakly pulls his weight a labored yard or two. He’s just shy of his goal when Jack casually intercepts. “Simmer down, Sparky.” Things ain’t lookin’ too hot.

Todd (aka “Meth Damon”) points out that Pinkman’s missing. Henchmen Frankie and Lester are on it. The gang ID’s Hank and Gomie as agents of the DEA, which pretty much seals the deal. Hank’s to be put down.

Walt swells with humility and procedes to beg that Hank be spared. Its quite pathetic, really. Hank’s accepted Jack’s intent. Any further discussion is really just for kicks: there is no room for negotiation. But its a good thing for Jack that he takes the time to humor Walt. In the midst of his manic pleas, he spills the beans about the $80 million buried in this spot. He offers Jack a ticket to anywhere if he sets his brother-in-law free.

Oh Walt — your soft lil’ underbelly is showing! How cute! How thoughtful and sweet! Things are looking up for the —

Oh shit. Motherfucker just shot Hank in the head.

Ok, so we expected it. But that tiny glimmer of hope that he might make it made for a really hard fall. Inevitable, yes. But how often are the desires of protagonists so coldly ignored? This shit’s real.

Walt falls to the ground and howls mournfully. But the desert stillness mutes the anguish.

Jack smells his buried bones and gets right down to business. He points out the convenience of Walt’s coordinates and the lackeys dig. They take everything. Barrel by barrel, Heisenberg’s empire is dismantled.

But hang on. Even Nazi-Necks have sensitive sides. Jack leaves Walt a single barrel. That’s roughly $11 million, for the folks without calculators. Which is totally almost worth the cost of a dead in-law.

A well-placed time lapse counts the barrels and buries the bodies of yet another pair of supporting cast members. And we’re all left pondering: Why couldn’t it have been Marie?

Meth Damon offers his sympathy to Walt. Jack assures him that, had it not been for his nephew, Walt probably wouldn’t be alive. “No hard feelings,” he says, and the two fine gentlemen shake on it.

As Jack starts to leave, Walt reminds him that he still “owes him” Pinkman. Jack tries to call him on his bluff with his retort: “You find him and we’ll kill him.”

There he is! Hiding in the most obvious spot in the area – beneath a car. Not one of the writer’s best twists, but we’re here for the long haul. So moving on.

Jack’s a man of his word. Jesse’s prepped for execution. On his knees. Staring at two birds in flight overhead. Are they mid-combat? Its an image that disrupts the comfort of an endless blue expanse. He looks away.

MD intervenes. He thinks an interrogation is in order, seeing as Jesse has been in cahoots with the DEA. This information may be relevant. The guy’s got a point, I guess.

Walt approves and they begin to take Jesse away. But wait. Walt’s not finished. He looks Jesse in the eye.

“I watched Jane die. I was there, and I watched her die. I watched her overdose and choke to death. I could have saved her, but I didn’t.”

I can’t help but wonder if there is some catharsis in this confession. I’d say there is. But the snarl in his delivery is purely vengeful. His intent is unquestionably malicious.

Jesse’s dragged away and Walt enters his car.

He can’t look at his reflection in the rearview mirror. So he turns it away. Then he drives.

But before long, the car putters out. He looks at the gas gauge. Its empty. A bullet hole is the cause.


Against a soundtrack of the Limliters’ “Take My True Love By the Hand”, Walt rolls his lone barrel of millions through the desert. Then he stumbles across a curious Native American in his modest brick house.

Walt notices a warn but sturdy truck outside. He wants to buy it. But its not for sale. What’s that you say? I can’t hear you over my flapping band of 100 dollar bills!


Walt loads the truck and is on his merry way home. Back to his True Love.

Who is trying to reach him by the way. We catch her as she’s leaving a message. Then Marie comes in.

Still in the dark about her dead husband, Mrs. Schrader is feeling pretty above it all at the moment. She’s fantasized about revenge against Walt and her sister. And she’s got a pretty gnarly inferiority complex. So she brings out the guns.

She tells Skyler that Walt’s been arrested. She demands every copy of the video confession. And she instructs that Junior be informed about all of it. Skyler’s in hysterics.

But her verbal abuse is nothing compared to what Jesse’s been through. We check in to find him in an underground cell, face battered and bloodied beyond recognition. He can barely open his eyes. MD pays him a visit and he’s utterly terrified. “I gave you what you wanted!” He pleas. But he’s needed for a new purpose.

Namely, cookin’ meth. Only its under a pretty hostile work condition. I mean, the overhead ceiling leash could be deemed as a precaution. I’ll accept that. But the photo of Brock and Andrea is just a spirit-killer. Not cool, man.

Meanwhile, Junior’s not terribly thrilled about the new information he’s been fed. He’s got questions. Like, way too many if you ask me. Someone give this kid a bowl of cereal and just be done with it. I can’t stand him when he’s hangry (hangry, adj. experiencing hunger-induced anger).

You know its serious when he starts calling himself Flynn again. But really, onto more pressing matters.

Like Walt promptly getting the fuck out of Albuquerque. He’s back at home and packing like a champ.

Down the street, a stubborn Walt Jr — sorry, Flynn — is doing that thing where he refuses to buckle his seatbelt like some kind of spiteful grannie. And somehow he’s totally impervious to the incessant dinging. I’m really hating this kid right now.

As they pull up, they see Walt. But Wait! Hank, like, arrested you. Crap.

Skyler and Junior bombard the delirious, unrecognizable man in their house. He refutes their questions. Tells them everything’s fine in strangled, stabbing syllables.

Skyler accuses Walt of the murder.

“No!” Walt objects. “I tried to save him!”

Skyler extends her shoulders. Gains height. Mama Bear’s pissed. She roars at Walt. Demands that he leave.

He won’t budge.

What’s the story about the Meth Mastermind Who Cried Wolf? I’m guessing Skyler’s all too familiar with that one. Hence her resistance. And fear.

She’s terrified. Really. And when this kind of mania foregoes rationality, it backs defenseless animals into corners. And when animals are backed into corners, there’s one option for survival. To bite.

Or, in the case of a scared knife-wielding human, to slice. Right across the hand. In seconds, the estranged man and wife wrestle to the floor. Fighting for ownership of the deadly weapon.

Eventually, Junior intervenes. Walt stops. Realizes what’s happening.

“What are you doing?! We’re family?!” He’s falling apart. Shattering into millions of unfixable pieces. Wholly unable to accept responsibility for the collapse of this family unit.

Junior calls the police. Tells them his mom’s under attack by his dad. And that he may have killed someone else.

Walt’s tried the fight. Now he flights. And he takes Baby with him. The blood on his hands soils her clothing. Skyler desperately follows. She begs. She screams with every bit of maternal instinct left inside of her. But the cries are all ignored. Walt drives off. They’re both gone.

So, before we keep going, I’d like to give you all a chance to breath. I may have forgotten to do so at least 3 or 4 times in the course of the episode. And one of the most troubling scenes is still yet to come.

So here’s an intermission.

-Quick cut to Jeopardy music-

And we’re back!

First things First. A genuinely creepy moment with Walt and Holly in a public restroom. He’s still kind of bleedy. And he’s giving her the goo-goo baby talk. Not a developmentally sound parenting choice, but whatever. That’s just splitting hairs at this point.

After Walt proves his complete inadequacy as a father by getting his girl to cry for mommy in like 5 seconds, he decides to give mum a buzz.

The Whites residence is filled with police. Marie and Junior and Skyler all sit in the living area. The phone rings.

Skyler answers. Walt asks if she’s alone. Yeah? Ok, let the hate-fest begin.

There’s not really a tactic here. Its just unbridled, desperate, misdirected hate. He tells her that he took Holly to teach her a lesson. Tells her she’s always whining and complaining. Never obeys him. That she had no right to tell Junior anything. That everything is her fault and a direct result of her disrespect.

Oh, and that she’s a stupid bitch.

I’m not sure if Skyler’s stunned or just trying to keep him on the line. But she’s really great at letting him vent. I certainly wouldn’t have been able to remain so calm if my husband threatened to kill me like he does here.

Which brings me to the most interesting thing about this conversation: Walt concludes by saying “You’re never going to see Hank again,” presumably because “He crossed [Walt],” and then warns “Family or no. Let that sink in.”

Did Walt forget he wasn’t the guy who actually killed Hank? In this particular situation, he finds that assuming that role gives him the upper-hand. He adapts the evil behavior and carries it so close it mutates into something real. Kind of like what an octopus does, only exclusively with bad things that hurt people. Hm.

After the assault and unheeded request to come back home, Walt ominously informs us that He’s “still got things to do.”

He forgivingly leaves Holly in a firetruck in the Albuquerque Fire Station.

Then, next day, he stands in the very spot where Jesse waited for his ride out of town. Could this be Walt’s ticket to freedom? Something inside of me doubts it. But there’s only one way to find out.

Till next week, my beauties! Only 2 more to go…


Or is there an unexpected meaning to that final phone call? An escape plan, perhaps? A shot at Walter White’s redemption? Stay tuned as we peel back even more layers of this deliciously complex series.

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