When it comes to Jesse, Hank’s mantra is: use him and lose him. Hell, that might even be the plaza mission’s codename. Why should he care for Jesse, the junkie murderer dribbling on his bathroom floor, who’s caused more headaches for the Schraders than the DEA has mugs? (“I put my life on the line to take down a meth kingpin, and all I got was this DEA mug…and some lasagna.”) He’s a mean to an end, and if the “end” includes a dead Pinkman, then so be it, as long as Hank catches Walt. It’s not the most graceful method of taking down a bad guy, but imagine you’re in Hank’s shoes. To him, Jesse is nothing; he’s trash, someone who has actively made the world a worst place to live. Now, the viewer, we know Jesse isn’t a complete monster — he’s just some misguided kid who fell into Mr. White’s web and hasn’t been able to fully escape it — but Hank doesn’t see things from our perspective. He can’t. If all I knew about Jesse was what Hank knows, I’d use him as bait, too.
Hank’s willingness to let a drooling junkie die in order to get what he wants makes him sound a lot like the man he’s chasing, but at least he’s doing it for the “right” reasons? Oh, Mr. Gilligan, you make nothing easy.
(Bonus points to Hank for the Deadwood on the bookcase.)
Skyler: What have we always said is the most important thing?
Skyler: Family. So if adding one more notch to your bedpost of kills is all that it takes to ensure your family is safe, do it. I don’t care how much he means to you — he’s your old student, we’re your family.
*five minutes later*
Walter Jr.: BREAKFAST. Breakfast is the most important thing.
Don’t everybody like the smell of gasoline? Well burn, motherf*cka, burn GODDAMN PUMP MALFUNCTION. Walt is an expert at manipulating people when it involves something big, something like murder. But when the stakes are small(ish), like when he has to explain why the house smells like gasoline to his family, he’s hilariously ill-equipped. But at this point, no one believes the falsehoods he’s feeding them — not Skyler, not Jesse, not even Walt. Jr, who eyerolls his way through his dad’s gas station story. The power that the Heisenberg name used to give him has all but vanished. Now, he’s just a guy who’s time is running out, who everyone, save his wife, is trying to take down, who’s greatest skill (his ability to think his way out of any “situation”) has all but eroded. Without Jesse, he has no one, save Uncle Nazi and the Good Time Gang. He’s in trouble.
Jesse may not be long for this world, but right now, he’s the key to everything. He’s the WILD CARD BITCHES. He’s the problem dog. He’s the rabid dog. He’s the drooling junkie who could seriously f*ck up Hank or Walt’s life, or both. He’s scared. He’s shaking. He’s snorting cocaine off CDs. He’s terrified that Mr. White could KEEP GETTING AWAY WITH IT, but he’s also distrustful of Hank’s plans. He’s sick of other people’s bullsh*t. He’s got an idea, “another way…a better way,” superior to the one that involves a conversation in the middle of a wide-open plaza. He’s gay for Mr. White, but considering how much everyone needs him, I’d say the world’s pretty gay for Jesse, too.
I want more like this!
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