You know what? I’m too depressed to even come up with a witty introduction. In less than a week, this is all over. What possible reason do I have to be happy? Still, this week’s episode was fantastic as usual, so I guess that’s something to smile about.
Meanwhile, Jack and his men have raided Marie’s house and sit down to watch Jesse’s confession tape (Also finding out that Todd killed Drew Sharp). The men wish to kill Jesse, but Todd convinces them to keep him so that they can cook, and that he can talk to Lydia more. Meeting with him in public, Lydia states that she wishes to take a break, though her mind changes quickly when Todd reveals that the Meth is now at 92% purity. Todd and the boys then visit Skyler, warning her to keep quiet about Lydia, whom she could recognise due to her visit to the car wash. Down in his cell, Jesse manages to unlock his cuffs with a paperclip and soon escapes, but is eventually caught. They tie him up and take him to Andrea’s house, where he is made to watch as Todd puts a bullet in her head. Brock is next if he tries it again.
Heartbroken, Walt calls the D.E.A and leaves the phone hanging, preparing for arrest. Sitting down at the bar, he looks at the TV and sees Elliot and Gretchen Schwartz. They talk of their new plan to build help centres for those with drug problems. Of course, they are asked about their affiliation with Walt, as well as learning that Heisenberg blue is still on the market. Elliot explains that all he ever did was think of the name and never contributed anything more to the company, and when asked if they think Walter White is still out there, Gretchen says no. She does however think Heisenberg is. Clearly enraged by this, Walt leaves the bar as police turn up.
Oh man, Jesse...I love that guy. I mean, he’s literally my favourite TV character of all time. And I have spent the last season hoping he gets a happy ending. I wanted him and Walt to make up, and then part ways, so that he can live happily ever after with Andrea, Brock, Badger and Skinny Pete (Though not in the same house, I hope). But now....Man, I hate to say it, but I actually hope Jesse Pinkman dies. Think of all the shit he’s gone through in the course of the show; he’s hit rock bottom many times, his girlfriend died right next to him, he was beaten to a pulp by Hank, betrayed by his cooking partner and friend, and finally, just had to watch the love of his life die (At the hands of someone he truly hated, don’t forget). He’s been through so much that I really just wanna put him out of his misery. And poor Brock! Honestly, I nearly cry at the thought alone.
Maybe my thinking is a bit too wishful; the chances of the scenario are very small. But hey....A boy can dream.
One episode left, people. Just one.