Walter.
Mister White.
Heisenberg.
These were his names. But that was before.
The former chemistry teacher slammed the trunk shut.
"You lost your partner today. What's his name... Emilio? Emilio is going to prison."
"I'm thinking... maybe you and I could partner up."
It had started so simply. He was the cook. Jesse handled the selling.
It was almost as simple as, well,
"Volumetric flask is for general mixing and titration. You wouldn't apply heat to a volumetric flask. That's what a boiling flask is for."
Aside from a few dangerous moments, they were okay most of the time. No one got hurt. Mostly.
"We need a distributor now. Do you know anyone like that?"
"Yeah, I mean, I used to until you killed him."
And there was the second distributor they tried, of course.
"TELL ME WHAT YOU DID!"
"We tried to poison you. We tried to poison you because you are an insane, degenerate piece of filth and you deserve to die."
But it still wasn't that bad.
Then everything went to hell.
Walt rolled into his old driveway. He hadn't been here in what? A year?
"My dad... he-he pulled a knife on my mom. I think he 'mighta killed somebody. He's dangerous."
His son was right.
He was dangerous.
He had to leave.
"You clearly don't know who you're talking to, so let me clue you in. I am not in danger, Skyler. I am the danger. A guy opens his door and gets shot, and you think that of me? No! I am the one who knocks!"
And just like that. A meth legend disappeared off the face of the planet. Heisenberg was dead.
So was Hank. Walt never wanted to kill Hank. It just happened.
"It was you. All along, it was you! You son of a bitch. You drove into traffic to keep me from that laundry.. That call I got telling me Marie was in the hospital...that wasn't Pinkman. You had my cell number. You killed ten witnesses to save your sorry ass. You bombed a nursing home. Heisenberg. Heisenberg! You lying, two-face sack of shit."
"Rot, you son of a bitch."
He called them off. They weren't supposed to come.
But they did. He lost his brother-in-law, and most of eighty-million dollars.
"No! Jack! No! Jack! Jack! Jack! No! No! Don't! Jack! Don't! No!"
That all happened a year ago.
But still, he remembered everything.
"IF I DON'T DO WHAT YOU WANT, YOU'RE JUST GONNA KILL ME, LIKE YOU KILLED MIKE! THAT'S WHY WE CAME ALL THE WAY OUT HERE, ISN'T IT!"
"My name is ASAC Schrader. Go fuck yourself.
"You killed him. You killed Hank."
"You think he's gonna get away with this!"
"Say my name."
"My name is Walter Hartwell White. I live at 308 Negra Arroyo Lane, Albuquerque, New Mexico. 87104. To all law enforcement entities, this is not an admission of guilt. I am speaking to my family now."
