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Jesse is a penniless fugitive on the run.

Marie is an embittered widow with ambiguous loyalties.

Flynn and Holly are frightened children on the precipice of becoming State Wards.

Skyler is a desperate defendant in Court, prosecuted for her involvement in Walt's crimes.

Five lives turned upside down by Walt's actions. Five stories to tell. One exciting Season, coming to you, this month, on AMC...

Ep. 1 Parting Gift

Last Season, on AMC's Breaking Bad… Hank discovers Walt's secret, and winds up buried in the desert. Jesse is taken prisoner, forced to churn Heisenberg Blue for his captors. Walter orders a new dust filter for his Hoover Max Extract Pressure Pro model 60, only to reappear one year later in an effort to avenge Hank's death, and bid his family farewell. Walter dies alone, poetically so, by a bullet from his own machine gun.

This Season, we set the scene in two separate time zones: In 2012, following Hank's death, and in 2013, following Walter's death.

2013

Jesse tore out of the Welker White Supremacist compound, far away from his dead captors, screaming hysterically and punching the dashboard till his knuckles bled. Mr White, ever the architect of his life and Master of his Universe. Once condemning him to slavery and certain death, he'd taken a bullet for Jesse and saved his life. Mr White. He was simultaneously Jesse's greatest foe, and only family.

Stopping by a gas station, Jesse hurried to the bathroom, taking a piss, and long hungry gulps of tap water. Then he went into the gas station and slipped a cylinder tube of candy into his pocket.

"What can I do for you?" the counter guy yawned.

Jesse pressed the rounded end of the tube against the inside of his jacket pockets, making it look like the barrel of a gun. He nodded towards his pocket.

The counter guy's eyes widened, "Whoa, wh-what's that?"

"I think you know what it is," Jesse said menacingly.

The man opened the cash register, lifting his hands in surrender. "Take it, take all of it."

Jesse stuffed his pockets with cash, hurried to his car, and filled it with gas. Throwing the stolen cash into the front seat, he sped off.

2012

"You stupid bitch!" Walt spat. Skyler's eyes glazed over and her heart tightened, as she realised what Walt was doing. Saving her.

"I'm sorry," she whispered.

"You have no right to discuss anything about what I do! What the hell do you know about it anyway? Nothing! I built this, nobody else, me alone!"

Skyler nodded, "You're right, you're right."

"You mark my words Skyler, tow the line or you will wind up just like Hank," Walt growled.

"Walt, tell me what happened. Where is Hank? Please, we need to know," Skyler pleaded. Marie stood up, her heart racing. Walt shuddered, struggling to control his tears.

"You're never going to see Hank again. He crossed me! You think about that. Family or no, you let that sink in."

At that, Marie clapped her hand over her mouth, collapsing onto the couch in agony. Flynn reached over, cradling her in his arms.

"Walt, I just want Holly back. Please Walt, just come home," Skyler wept.

"I've still got things left to do," Walt choked out.

Snapping his cell phone in half, he allowed himself to collapse into sobs, his grief stricken heavy breathing fogging up his spectacles. This phone call was his parting gift to Skyler: An alibi of innocence.

Skyler held the phone out in front of her, desolate and hollow. Taking it from her, an agent directed her to a chair. He sat beside her, placing a glass of water on the table.

"Have a seat, Ma'am. I cannot begin to imagine how traumatising this must be for you."

On the couch, Marie wept and shuddered in Flynn's arms. He held her tightly, tears streaming down his cheeks. How did it get to this? How could it be that his beloved Uncle Hank had been slain at the hands of his adored father? Agents paced frantically about the house, speaking in hushed urgent tones.

"Have a few sips of water, Ma'am. We don't want you getting dehydrated," he coaxed. Skyler sipped nervously, feeling all eyes in the room upon her.

"My daughter," she croaked. "Holly…"

"Ma'am, believe me, we are doing everything in our power to find your daughter," the agent reassured, pulling out a notebook from his pocket.

"She's so young, she's just a baby, she's only 18 months. Please…" Skyler whispered.

"I know Ma'am. And we will find her, we will scour every inch of this country to find your husband, and bring your daughter home." Skyler nodded gratefully.

"But in order to do that, we need you to reveal everything, and I mean everythingyou know about your husband's criminal activities." Skyler's eyes widened in panic.

"Ma'am, there's no need to be alarmed. We're not seeking to hang you out to dry. We just need your assistance if we're to find your husband, and hence your child."

"I think I might need a lawyer," Skyler croaked. At that, Marie's head snapped up, and she stared at her sister incredulously.

"A lawyer?! You think you need a lawyer?! Are you fucking kidding me?!" she screeched. She scrambled towards Skyler, throwing herself at her sister.

"Aunt Mare! Stop!" Flynn cried.

"You fucking bitch! Your daughter's missing and all you can think about is covering your ass?!" Marie screamed.

"Marie! Marie! Stop it! Get off me!" Skyler yelped, as a hailstorm of bitch slaps rained down upon her.

"Auntie Mare! Don't! Stop! Stop!" Flynn cried, scrambling for his crutches.

An agent prised Marie off Skyler. Marie screamed and kicked and wept, struggling against the Agent's vice grip.

"She knows everything Walt did! Everything! You interrogate her! You interrogate the shit out of her, because she knows!" Marie shrieked.

"Calm down, Ma'am. I need you to calm down. Stop fighting me!" the agent insisted. Finally, Marie stopped struggling, and went limp, her legs dragging against the floor, as she collapsed into tears.

"She knew he was dealing even before Hank got shot," Marie sobbed, as the agent eased her onto the couch.

"M-Mom, please! Tell m-m-me what's going on! Wh-what's happening?!" Flynn sobbed.

"Sweetheart, listen to me," Skyler walked towards her son. Marie stood up abruptly, blocking Flynn.

"You stay the hell away from him, you lying two-faced bitch," Marie spat.

"Marie," Skyler whispered.

"I mean it! You've been hiding his money, lying for him, covering for him! That bullshit Gambling story? That was yourinvention! You're an accessory to murder, that's what you fucking are!" Marie yelled, tears streaming down her face.

"Marie, please…" Skyler said helplessly.

"Aunt M-M-Mare, what d-do you mean Gambling story? W-What's going on? Why won't anyone tell me a-anything?!" Flynn yelled.

"Ma'am, I'm going to need to escort you home, okay?" an agent told Marie.

"I'm not leaving Flynn! Not here with the likes of her," Marie argued.

"You're going to have to, Ma'am. Your nephew is her son. Rest assured, we'll look after him, he'll come to no harm," the agent emphasised. "You need to leave, I must insist."

Marie turned to Flynn, pulling him into a tight hug. "You be good, okay? You be good. If you're ever scared or confused, you call me. You hear?!"

"O-Okay, Aunt Mare," Flynn nodded.

Marie followed the agent out of the White residence, leaving Skyler and Flynn to their own devices. The agent handed Skyler a tissue, which she promptly blew her nose into.

"Ma'am, I know you're frightened, but I assure you, everything you tell me about your husband's activities will go a long way to finding your child."

Skyler shook her head vigorously. "I've already told you everything I know."

"Your sister seems to think otherwise. If you could fill me in on this Gambling story, that would be very helpful."

"I need a lawyer, please." Skyler insisted, panicked.

"Mom, wh-what's wrong with you? Why can't you j-j-just talk, so they c-can find Holly?!" Flynn yelled.

Skyler turned to Flynn desperately, "Flynn, honey, I'm doing the best I can, please understand-"

"No you're n-not! That's… That's bullshit! You're b-bullshit! You're not even saying everything you know! All-All you do is lie!" Flynn roared, standing up, fumbling for his crutches. An agent blocked his way.

"Son, calm down. I need you to calm down," the agent warned.

"Where'd d-d-dad take Holly?! Just t-tell them everything you know, mom! P-P-Please!" Flynn cried, collapsing back onto the couch.

"I've told you everything that's relevant to finding her," Skyler whispered.

"Why don't you let us be the judge of that? You tell us everything you know, and we'll decide what information is relevant. How about that? Will you do that for your daughter?"

Skyler remained mute, her lips pursed in a tight line. Blinking back tears, she wrung her hands and fiddled with her wedding ring anxiously.

"Ma'am, if I may, your sister seems to think you knew more than you're letting on," the agent prompted.

"I need a lawyer, let me call a lawyer, it's my-my legal right," Skyler cried shrilly. Another agent stepped in, placing a firm hand on his colleague's shoulder.

"Tony, enough. Let her call a lawyer. If we're gonna do this, we're gonna do this right. You don't want her later calling you out for not respecting her Fifth Amendment rights," he whispered loudly. The agent stood up, eyeing Skyler coldly.

"Alright, Ma'am. We'll end the interview for now, and continue the search for your daughter. We'll get in touch the moment we learn of anything regarding her disappearance. You take care, now."