This week’s Breaking Bad has Hank and Walt playing some truly excellent chess against one another. First, let’s talk Walt’s game play. At the end of last week’s show we had him finally doing what he always wanted to avoid: agreeing to have his surrogate son murdered. He calls upon Todd (who has taken over the cook for Uncle Jack and is better at it than Declan and the Arizona boys but still not nearly at Heisenberg level) who breaks away from hitting on Lydia (love the coffee cup lipstick tasting scene) long enough to get Uncle Jack together for a sit-down with Walt.
In order to draw Jesse out Walt pays little Brock a visit, entering the house by saying some bullshit about Jesse using again. She makes the call but, oh shit, Hank still has Jesse’s cell on him and nips that shit in the bud toot-sweet, doesn’t even mention her call to him. Hank’s come up with some dastardly moves himself, playing poor Huell for a fool by putting him under protection and pretending that Walt just killed Jesse. This gets Huell to spill about how the rental van was covered in desert dirt when Walt came back with it after he did whatever he did with the money. Betting correctly, he has Jesse send a text of the top of a barrel with money poking out of it submerged in dirt.
Walt freaks out and Jesse tells him not to get off the line until he reaches the burial site. Since Saul just visited him to say that he hasn’t seen Huell in a good goddamn while, Walt believes that Jesse’s lost his shit and will burn ten grand every minute Walt isn’t at the site. On the thrillingly shot car ride over, Walt spills a whole lot of shit about Brock’s poisoning to Jesse and basically gets everything Hank needs to put him away right on tape. Walt arrives to the stash dump and finds it empty. He figures Jesse played him for a sucker and takes the battery out of his phone and waits for Jesse to show up and fuck with him.
When a car comes around the ridge he tells Jack to come with guns blazing but then swears him off when he sees it’ Hank, Gomey and Jesse. Walt’s acceptance of his capture is a heartbreaker, a brutal scene that features Jesse acting like a shit and Hank gloating and celebrating with Marie (in a very “and this here’s the boat I’m gonna sail away my retirement on with my wife when I get the gold watch next Tuesday,” guaranteed-just-about-to-die sort of scene) while Walt quietly takes in his life being officially over. He’s going to die soon anyway, he’s going to be disgraced in the eyes of his family and he will not have been able to keep a nut for his family secured.
But then, of course, Jack and the boys arrive.
After sobering silence and visual simplicity of Walt’s surrender, the soundtrack and camerawork, editing get insanely rad in this sequence. With two carloads of methdealing shitheads bearing down on Gomey and Hank, we get to watch one of the most epic standoff suspense scenes this side of a Leone flick. When the bullets starts all we know for sure is that Gomey’s been hit. Other than that I’m just as anxious to see what happens next as you are, dear reader.