Donna claims that she’s been at an academic meeting in Montreal all weekend long, and that her plane home has been delayed by icy conditions in Chicago, so she’ll need me to cover the Breaking Bad beat tonight. But do I trust her? After all, last season Walt told his spouse that he was heading out into the desert for some New Age-y alternative cancer treatment, but we all know what he was really up to. For all I know, Donna’s off somewhere using what she’s learned from watching this show to cook the cleanest crystal in central Arkansas. (At the least, I’d like to savor the mental image of her wearing Walt’s Season One cooking garb.)
But this week's episode isn’t really the right one to use as a platform for a meditation on trust. That was the theme of last week’s brutal, masterful “Down,” which now belongs on the shortlist of the greatest television depictions of a relationship in legitimate trouble. (Other candidates: episodes of The Sopranos, Cheers, Rhoda, and—scoff if you must—Friends.) A week later, I’m still haunted by the image of Walt glaring at Skyler with a paralyzed expression, unable to figure out what magic prevarication will get his marriage back on track, so he can die in relative peace. That, my friends, was a dark, dark moment. And frighteningly real.
This week’s “Breakage” largely set aside The War Of The Whites, aside from a climactic confrontation spurred by Walt’s discovery of Skyler’s crumpled up cigarette package, clogging the toilet he just puked in. But when he tries to play turnabout with her, questioning her consumption of a salty microwave panini along with her secret tobacco habit, she snaps back, “Perhaps I smoked them in a fugue state.” So yeah… there’s no reconciliation happening there yet. On the plus side though—or maybe not, for those of you who hate the character—Skyler is looking to bury the hatchet with her sister Marie. Maybe Skyler’s just looking for an easy win, since she knows the bad things Marie has done and can thus claim the moral high ground, but when she says to her, “I need my sister back,” I got the sense—as I did quite often during “Breakage”—that the writers mainly intend to start the next phase of the show, and don’t plan to spend a lot of time on unproductive old subplots.
Another sign that things are moving forward: Hank got a promotion! Thanks to his dumb luck in taking down Tuco, he now gets more responsibility, heading up an operation that spans a large chunk of the Mexican border. Hank’s immediate response? Elation! Followed by an anxiety attack. Followed by a sick day so he can work on bottling his home brew. It’s fair to say that for all his tough talk, Hank does not feel as ready to take on all comers as he pretends. That character has become so much more than the veiled (and unacknowledged) Vic Mackey parody he was in Season One.
(Aside: The opening shots of illegal border-crossers finding Tuco’s Lucite-encased grill in a muddy river seemed to imply that Hank’s new job will come to a terrible end. But then in the last scene of the episode, we see a freaked-out Hank tossing the grill into the water himself. So that’s one mystery solved. Now what’s up with Creepy Pink Burned Bear?)
Hank also provided a nice segue into the meat of “Breakage” with a rhetorical question he posed concerning the currently-in-limbo Albuquerque meth trade: “Who’s going to rally the roaches?” The answer: Walt and Jesse, of course. Though the two of them are still bickering about the details of their partnership, Jesse lets Walt know in no uncertain terms that he’s planning to cut out the middleman and become The Next New Mexico Drug Kingpin (a new reality show, coming this summer on Spike). Though Walt is skeptical that Jesse has the discipline or fortitude to be as tough as a kingpin needs to be—“Are you going to beat your ‘homies’ to death when they ‘diss’ you?” he asks sarcastically—he also knows that they both have bills to pay and no time to wait around for another Tuco to emerge. So he lets Jesse handle the sales end of the business. And warns him not to blow it.
Here’s what excites me about this next phase of Breaking Bad: We’re going to get to see how a drug-trafficking business is built from the ground up, with all the attention to detail that this show does so well. And based on what we saw tonight, it looks like no matter how smart Walt is and how plugged-in to the underworld Jesse is, they’re going to have the same problems that every drug-based criminal operation has ever had.
In this case, the first real signs of trouble comes from Jesse’s new street-dealer recruits, whom he invites over to his new crib for an evening of pretzels, Big K Cola and a presentation of his new business plan. First sign of trouble: One of the recruits is the lumbering, dimwitted Badger. Second sign: The boys all want a taste of the product. Third sign: One of the recruits gets heisted by a rock-whore. (When informed of this, Walt stews for a day then hands Jesse a gun and tells him that since he asked for this hassle, it’s up to him to handle his crew.)