Breaking Bad: #thankyoubreakingbad
Obviously, don't read this if you haven't watched the series finale.
Goodbye to everyone's fav Chem teacher.
Well, it's been a long five years, but Breaking Bad has finally come to a close. I have to say that I am actually relieved that it has ended. It's gotten way too stressful to be this invested in a television series. And for all intents and purposes, the series has come to a logical conclusion.
Last week's episode conclusion left us with a few possible directions with which Walt could tie up his loose ends: 1. Go find Jesse and either save or kill him. 2. Take the Nazis out. Or 3. Find the Grey Matter's Gretchen and Elliott Schwartz and tie up that loose end. Or possibly all three. And let's not forget how Walt is going to figure out how to take care of his family.
I had a feeling that the Schwartzes would be somewhere on his list, and at the top of this last episode, my suspicions were confirmed. Walt just waltzes into the Schwartz home, just like a badass who couldn't care less about anything. When you are basically considered dead, what is there to stress about it?
Rather than whacking the Schwartzes for being the impetus to his need to cook meth for a living, Walt persuades them to take what's left of his money and turn it into a trust for Walt Jr. He has given himself some insurance that they will carry out his orders. Come on! He's Heisenberg; he doesn't take any chances. (Or at least he pretends not to take any chances with the assistance of two nimrods named Badger and Skinny Pete).
No. 1, take care of Schwartzes and family. Check. Now, who's next? How about Todd? Lydia? Walt intrudes on their weekly meeting over tea and Stevia because, again, he doesn't give a shit about anything anymore. He tries to talk them into letting him cook; they pretend to pity him. He looks like hell in a hand basket. He's a mess who has no idea what he's doing, nudge nudge wink wink say Lydia and Todd. You are wrong! Walt knows all. He always has. Now put more Stevia in your tea, Lydia.
Next on the list is Skyler. Walt comes not to harm her; he wants to say goodbye, and he give her the GPS coordinates to where Hank and Gomez's bodies are. He also makes an admission that we have all waited five years to hear. Walt didn't break bad for his family, as he has been kicking and screaming all along. He did it for himself. Because he liked it. Amen. We understand you. But it doesn't make it any better.
Still a couple more pieces to fill in, maybe we start with the Nazis. Walt goes to try and persuade them of his ability to cook. But that's obviously not why Walt really goes there. Rather he goes to take down the entire gang with his MacGyver-rigged machine gun. And he goes to redeem himself for one last time to an audience that has been waxing and waning with the moral compass of this character for the past five years.
In the end, the thing that destroys Walter White is not any of the people on the laundry list of adversaries he has come to know over the past five seasons. In the end, Walter is killed by his own worst enemy. Himself.
I don't want to go on and on about this show or the ending to the series, rather I will just say that this program was consistently the best show on television for the time it has been on and it has made its very blue mark on American culture.