“Breaking Bad” was so intense and anxiety-inducing last night that I could not focus enough to sit down and write the recap immediately afterwards and had to wait until this morning to do it. That, and I had to watch the Cowboys/ Giants game.
But seriously. The fourth-to-last episode in the series, “To’hajiilee,” was the most riveting “Breaking Bad” episode so far. I realize that I write a variation of that sentence every week, but it just keeps getting more and more suspenseful that the next one just keeps topping the last, so bear with me. Next week the headline will probably be something like “OMG ‘BREAKING BAD’ HEAD EXPLOSION” and there might not be a recap the following week because I keeled over from the suspense.
The episode started with Todd (ugh, TODD) trying to cook meth but the batch was just a measly 76 percent pure. Since Heisenberg’s blue meth was always 99 percent pure, Lydia is not happy. Neither are the Czechs. They need Walt and they need him badly. I am not quite sure what the deal is with Todd and his icky fascination with Lydia’s teacup lipstick, but it is definitely weird. Todd is so creepy.
We then backtrack to last week’s episode with Walt in his car telling Todd that he has another job for his uncle. “There is just one target,” he says. “Jesse Pinkman.” OH. SNAP.
Hank, Gomez and Jesse are all plotting the best way to lure Walt to his buried money in the desert. Their brilliant scheme to stage Jesse’s death and get Huell to spill the beans about the barrels of money was borderline ridiculous, but it worked. (Side note: Was it illegal for Hank to show Huell that photo of a “dead” Jesse? Just curious, not that it really matters because Hank isn’t going to last too much longer anyway.)
Walt tells the Nazis that he will pay them as much money as they want to take out Jesse. But they don’t want money, they want Walt to cook meth, something that he does not want to do.