The short answer is yes. And what a relief it is.
“Guess I got what I deserve,” Badfinger sings over the image of Walter White laying dead in a pool of his own, cancerous blood in the middle of the Aryan brotherhood’s meth lab. “Kept you waiting there too long, my love/ All that time without a word/ Didn’t know you’d think that I’d forget or I’d regret/ The special love I had for you, my baby blue.”
Walt certainly did get what he deserved: dying in the arms of his baby blue — the chemistry lab where he created his perfect blue meth.
“Felina” may not be the most intricate episode of “Breaking Bad,” or the most suspenseful or even the best. But it was the perfect ending to a near-perfect series. In some ways, it wasn’t as dark as I expected it to be, but in the end I’m glad that it wasn’t.
Walt tied up all the loose ends he possibly could during his two days in Albuquerque. He scared the shit out of Gretchen and Elliot in an incredibly badass scene at their mansion. He threatened their lives if they did not give his children the $9 million that he laid out on their living room table, warning them that “the two best hit men west of the Mississippi” would come for them if they disobeyed.
Those two “hit men”? Badger and Skinny Pete! That was the only moment comedic relief in probably the past three or four episodes and it was certainly welcome. I am so glad that Vince Gilligan let us say goodbye to them. (Skinny Pete may have won the dialogue lottery with the understatement of the past decade: “The whole thing felt kinda shady, like morality wise.”) Skinny Pete: Albuquerque’s greatest meth head philosopher.