At the end of the fifth season, when Lao Bai lost too much blood and lay on the ground quietly dying, I couldn't help but shed tears. The moment before, Lao Bai handed the gun to Jesse, but Jesse was crying and still couldn't bring himself to do it. As Jesse drove away, he howled and cried bitterly, and everything ended.
To Walter everything started with despair and ended with despair. You were just an ordinary chemistry teacher. You were bullied by students in class. After class, you worked as a car washer to support your family. Your boss scolded you, your wife complained about you, and your first love girlfriend married your best friend and took away your patent. And the bad luck is far worse, you have also been diagnosed with cancer. Everything is so despairing. But you are unwilling to give in. You want to earn enough living expenses for your family before you die, so you decide to make drugs. And the breaking bad starts from here.
The first time you encountered a life threat, you "calmly" poisoned the "Crazy 8 Brothers". You have been wandering in the basement of humanity and reason, and finally killed crazy in the process of self-defense. -eight. From now on, you have to cut off the corners every time you eat bread. I know that the guilt and pain have never left me. At the end of the second season, when Jane's father crashed the plane in grief, I know that you were in extreme pain, and debris swarmed down from the sky above the town. You held that eyeball and let yourself remember it all the time. The price to pay for all this. Your heartfelt speech at the school memorial service was a balm to your conscience. You will burn money, but try your best to save it; and you will also bring fulminant mercury and single-handedly negotiate with the butchers; when you are on the verge of death in the desert, you can calmly analyze and build a battery-powered vehicle, and you When you are impulsive, you will also burn the sports car to nothing. I know you have been wandering between ice and fire, just like Ba and Br, with crazy metal on one side and calm liquid acid on the other. In the end, you killed Gale, Gus, Mike, and Jack's gang, and your hands were covered in blood. The thought of the music at the end, "Everyone deserves it," makes people sigh with regret.
Life may be like this, full of fears and desires. Desire is a lively metal that drives you crazy. In order to love and be loved, we will be blind and abandon some things that should belong to us. Because if we want to get something, we must sacrifice, and sometimes what we give up is the most basic and important thing to us, the opportunity to be with our family, and even our own lives. The practice of neglecting the basics will make us lose more than we gain. And fear is cold-faced liquid acid. We will be afraid. Fear makes us calm down, makes us restrain ourselves, and makes us struggle until the end of life. Life is meant to be hopeless.
Jesse, you are always so innocent, you talk the talk, but you can't do anything to Mr. Walter every time. When you woke up and found your girlfriend dead beside the bed, I saw your regret and panic; you killed Gale with your own hands, but in fact you couldn't even kill a dog. You hated Lao Bai, but in the end you couldn't do it. Despair is the fate of never being able to escape from the fetters in the painful struggle.
Gus, you have endured humiliation for twenty years and your great revenge has been avenged. You will never forget that day when your lifelong brother was shot to death in front of you, and you were trampled under your feet, looking at his bloody face. Slowly, you changed from an aggressive and talkative boy to a calm and calm person. You are so smart, yet so cruel. You can slit the throats of your subordinates with a handmade knife without saying a word, or you can drink poisoned wine with your enemies. But in the end, you lost to your inner demon, the last remaining enemy. When you walk out of the door and turn over your tie, I know how unwilling you are, and death is the eternal winner.
Life is inherently hopeless. We are struggling in desire and fear. Every bit of pleasure is closer to death.