On Low Winter Sun, they're always saying "Let's drown this guy in some water", apparently.

Well, the firefight lives in your imagination, they changed directors, and it's such a shocking way to begin the episode…. you just know Hank is fucked immediately.

What's scary is that with all that money, the Nazis don't even need Lydia, so perhaps the next time she pays a visit, she ain't leaving.

I just wonder if Jesse remembers anything about any of the explosive reactions that meth chemicals can produce. I've been saying for some time that it's fitting that Jesse kills Todd for what he did to that motorcycle kid.

I wonder if David Chase was right. If the Sopranos ended like this, with the antepenultimate episode having roughly equivalent characters like Uncle Junior and Paulie Walnuts dead, with Christopher taken hostage by the New York mob guys, and there were 2 episodes left…

They don't know shit at this point. And nobody even knows where they were. All the people with the coordinates are Nazis, Jesse, Walt, or dead.

Question: How would this episode fare if it was the series finale?

That would be funny if in the middle of the gunfight, they just cut to Huell, sitting in his room, eating a Pop Tart and watching "Barnaby Jones".

From Comic Con:

They'll go to Venezia's.

Yeah, he's probably gonna survive, but I don't know how you get out of that situation.

Hank will be wheeling around on his wheelchair.

He's gonna get his own TV show, a gritty remake of Mr. Ed.

Plus half of it is an advertisement for extras that will be on the Blu Ray set or products you can buy from the Breaking Bad store. There's like 8 minutes of actual substance.

They've been doing this shit all season, from the garage in episode 1 to Hank closing the door in the interview room to the gasoline  on the carpet to this shit, where it just punches you in the gut in the middle of a scene you want to be to its conclusion.

Hank should be like "Wait! Wait! You guys are Aryans. I'm white. Let's get Gomey."

"Where we're going, we don't need Rhoads."

Hank dies, and Marie can't afford the mortgage payments. She's moving out and packing the boxes up and ready to sign the foreclosure document, and her Mexican maid, Rosalita, starts going nuts.

Fuck Third Rock From The Sun.

Oh, it kinda made the dust look like it was 50 feet away, but I'll watch it again.