The Omnivore July/August 2013

'Til Meth Do Us Part: Who Is Going to Die at the End of Breaking Bad?

When AMC's masterful series winds to a close this summer, it's a safe bet that either Walter or Jesse will have to go.
Kevin Christy

The health benefits that accrue from being evil are known to every observant person. The torturer’s glossy mustache, the bigot’s esprit, the oppressive vitality of the mean cop: these are not anomalies. Mere passive degeneracy exhausts the system, and spitefulness will ruin your digestion. But evil—real, striding, emphatic, busy-in-the-world evil—is a serious boost to the metabolism.

Might it, in fact, cure cancer? This is the wild surmise at the heart of Breaking Bad, the Emmy-winning, critic-delighting AMC drama launched in 2008 and currently accelerating toward its final eight episodes. To begin at the beginning: Diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer at the age of 50, Walter White, a disappointed high-school chemistry teacher in Albuquerque, New Mexico, with a wife and a son and a baby on the way, makes an important decision. After an enlightening conversation with his brother-in-law, Hank—an agent with the Drug Enforcement Administration—he secretly decides to become a manufacturer of high-grade crystal meth. Oh, he tells himself that he’s doing it for his family, that he needs some quick cash to cover his medical bills and a larger pile to provide for his dependents in the event of his extinction, etc., etc. But this is all bullshit, really: Walter’s daemon is calling him. His illness—like the neurosis of Tony Soprano—is his crack in the teacup, his cosmic invitation. Walter must change. So with the help of Jesse Pinkman, a felonious former pupil turned street-level meth cook, he buys or lifts the necessary equipment and chemicals, and gets to work.

“The cells go mad,” wrote Norman Mailer (who would have loved this show) in An American Dream. “Cancer is their flag. Cancer is the growth of madness denied.” Walter can deny his madness no longer. Careening across the New Mexico desert with Jesse in their RV/drug lab, synthesizing his meth to unheard-of levels of purity and shrieking toxicity—expressed in an icy blue color for which not even trained chemists can account—he enters a fine artistic frenzy. His personality itself is transmuted: his peevish precision, all that pedagogical fussiness and vexation, is touched now with creative fire. Chemo is wracking him, he’s coughing up blood, but Walter’s blue meth, when it hits the street, wrings hosannas from all the top addicts. (He himself never partakes.) A mediocrity in straightsville, he is Mozart in the land of meth. Business being business, he is also obliged to lie through his teeth, take wild risks, and from time to time kill someone—clumsily at first, but with mounting proficiency. He calls himself “Heisenberg” and buys a black hat. And guess what: his cancer goes into remission. It’s a miracle!

Bryan Cranston is superbly double-natured in the role of Walter. A miniaturist of middle-class manners, of the many little grins and winces and inconsequential words with which the soul is quietly stifled, he can also rise to states of near-possession. Walter-as-Walter wears Hush Puppies; he is high-waisted, and his shoulders are round from decades at the wheel of conformity. Walter-as-Heisenberg is lower-voiced, harder-bodied, with a megalomaniacal edge to his gaze. Walter’s social self is false, especially in the company of his brother-in-law, when the friendly creases of his Walter-face become a mask. (Hank, played by Dean Norris, is a false man, too, his carapace of swagger and bad jokes barely covering an unmanageable anxiety.) Cranston’s physical control is extraordinary. Last year, during the first half of the show’s fifth and final season (the latter half premieres in August), Walter had occasion to shoot a man in a just-departing car. As he rushed stiffly and testily forward, pistol arm thrust out as if he was accusing someone in the back row, we caught a momentary silhouette of the former life: not a natural shooter-of-people-in-cars, even at this late stage in the game.

Jesse, by contrast, played by Aaron Paul, is as loose as a clown—tumbling, random, a half-baked white homeboy communicating in anguished honks and blurts of street-speak. He insists on addressing Walter as “Mr. White.” Together they form what Jean-Paul Sartre would have classified as a “binary praxis of antagonistic reciprocity.” Not quite Don Quixote and Sancho Panza, nor yet Ren and Stimpy, Walter and Jesse are chemical brothers, bound at the molecular level, mutually creating and uncreating. Jesse, rejected son, longs for a kind word from Walter; Walter, steadily scornful of his young partner, nonetheless shows flickerings of almost-paternal concern. As Walter’s meth-power grows, his human sympathies contract: he grows heavier and thicker in his evil. Jesse, on the other hand, seems to fragment, dissipate. Addiction hollows him out. Suffering scatters him. But they stay together. There is a necessity to their relationship that looks alarmingly like love.

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James Parker is an Atlantic contributing editor.

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