German diver Stig Severinsen may hold the official world record for holding his breath underwater for 22 minutes, but if I knew I was going to hold my breath for approximately 60 minutes during Sunday’s utterly insane episode of “Breaking Bad,” I would have called in the officiating judges to time me.
“Ozymandias” picked up where it all began: in the desert, in the RV – just two men hanging out in tighty whities cooking meth. It was a more innocent time then. “The reaction has begun,” Walt says to Jesse, and it certainly did, in more ways than one.
Then the RV fades away – “the shattered visage” of Percy Bysshe Shelley’s imagination – and the gunfire appears.
I would be a wealthy lady right about now if I had placed money on Hank’s fate, because I just knew that Hank was going to die within the first five minutes of this episode.
But Vince Gilligan, et al are so adept at creating tension that even though I was 100 percent certain that this was the end of Hank, they made me question my prediction up until the second that Uncle Jack shot Hank point-blank in the head. And even after it happened, I gasped and held my hands over my mouth for a good four minutes.
Walt’s catatonic state after Hank’s murder made me believe that Walt was just going to give up right then and there. But he is, after all, Heisenberg — the king of kings.
I have never seen such sick satisfaction on Walt’s face as when he told Jesse that he witnessed Jane’s overdose and that he could have saved her, but chose not to.
Walt resigns Jesse to a fate even worse than death with a simple nod of his head: being chained up by the Nazis and forced to cook meth. The only thing keeping him alive is the knowledge that the Nazis know where Andrea and Brock live.