Season 2, Episode 10: “Over”

09 Jul

Breaking Bad, 2-10: “Over”


We hear labored breathing, and through a haze see men in protective suits and boots walking around outside the White house. The men, wearing respirators, put the pink bear (again, the only color) in a large plastic box along with other evidence bags. A man takes a picture of the shattered windshield of Walt’s Aztek to drum music. Finally, we see two white body bags lying in the driveway (with bodies in them).

Scene 1: Casa Blanca, master bedroom, early morning

Walt sits on the edge of the bed, cracking the knuckles of his right hand and looking at the red, sore skin covering them. He coughs, and uses an inhaler. In the master bath, rusty-looking water runs into the sink, and he begins to shave his head. When he comes to breakfast, wearing a green T-shirt with a red sun over the heart, Skyler suggests that he take the rest of the week off, so he can enjoy a small party she’s planning that week-end to celebrate his remission.

Next we see Walt propped up in bed and Skyler bringing him a glass of something to drink. “Now,” she says, “what are you supposed to do today?” She’s dressed for work in a form-fitting white top and navy skirt and jacket.


“Excellent,” she says, kissing the top of his bald head. “Excellent. Brownie points for taking a nap.” I’m wondering how Skyler and Junior have failed to notice Walt’s injured hand.

We hear the front door open and shut. Walt looks at a book and some magazines, then places a call on his cell phone and hangs up immediately. This must have been a prearranged signal, because right away his phone rings. Walt answers with, “Can you meet?”

Scene 2: a cafeteria-style restaurant

We hear Walt and Jesse talking, then see them from a distance.

Jesse: “I thought maybe you might have quit – signed off. I was even checking the obits.”

“No such luck.”

“So, where do you stand…what’s the upshot?”

Now we see the two close up. “The upshot is that I have radiation pneumonitis.”


“It’s not as bad as it sounds. It’s fairly common, easily treated. In fact, the news is all good.”

“Like remission ‘good’?”

“Remission. Not to imply that I’m cured. I still have cancer. But there’s been significant reduction in the tumors.”

“How significant?”

“Eighty percent.”

“Dude! No way!” Jesse’s as elated as Walt’s family was in the doctor’s office.

“I’m not out of the woods yet, but ‘options’ is the word they keep bandying about.”

“That’s awesome! That’s great, man! I mean – my aunt – she never – I mean, at your stage, I didn’t think something that good could happen. Mr. White – you kicked its ass, yo! You must be so psyched!”

“Of course, I am,” Walt says, though we know he’s disappointed that he isn’t going out in a blaze of glory.

“Okay,” Jesse says. “Now we – I mean, what do we – Oh! I almost forgot!” He puts a paper sack of money on the table, and the camera goes long again. “So, how do you want to proceed, in light of this kickass news?”

“We’ll take some time, be cautious, sell off what we have, and then – uh…”


“Then I guess I’m done.” Sick smile. Jesse lowers his head for a moment, then nods.

Scene 3: the Whites’ patio

We see clear, greenish crystals…ice for the frozen margaritas Hank’s making.

Skyler, looking pretty in a dress and new hairdo, makes a toast in which she thanks everyone, including the Schwartzes, for their support. “It’s been a challenging time, but Walt’s come through it like a champ.”

Walt’s standing in the background, in back of Marie, wearing a dark red shirt.

“Honey,” Skyler continues, “I’m so proud of you!” Walt blows Skyler a kiss. “For the first time in a long time, we’re excited about the future…”

Hank calls, “Hey, how about the man of the hour?” and the other guests agree: “Yes!” “Speech!”

Walt brings the mood down several notches: “Well, it’s kind of funny. When I got my diagnosis, I said, ‘Why me?’ And then the other day when I got the good news, I said the same thing…Anyway, thank you for coming – and, enjoy!”

Later, Hank, Junior, and Walt are sitting at a table together, Junior wanting to hear about Hank’s “adventure” in El Paso. Hank rambles on in a macho way about the exploding turtle, as Walt looks increasingly disgruntled at being upstaged as a man in his son’s eyes. Suddenly, he grabs Junior’s cup (something non-alcoholic), tosses its contents in the bushes, and pours him a double shot of tequila. Junior smiles, and Walt says, grimly, “Go ahead.”

Hank: “Better not let your mom see.” He pats Junior on the back as he drinks and coughs. Walt frowns as Hank tells a story about an acquaintance drinking mescal. He tops everyone off, giving a lot to Junior.

“Hey, what are you doin’ there?” Hank asks.

“What does it look like I’m doing?”

“The kid’s sixteen. Are you the father of the year?”

Junior looks at Hank, and Walt, overtly angry, asks, “What are you looking at him for?” He points his finger and makes a grim Walt-face. “We’re celebrating. Come on!” Junior drinks.

When Walt goes to pour again, Hank puts his hand over Junior’s cup. Walt pours anyway. Hank, to Junior: “I’d take a pass on that one, if I were you.” He gets up and takes the bottle. “I think we been bogartin’ this puppy long enough.”

Walt yells, “Hey! Bring the bottle back.”

Hank’s far enough away now that people turn and stare. He half-turns. “Sorry, buddy. No can do.”

Walt gets up. “My son – my bottle – my house.” Everyone’s watching now.

Hank turns to the others. “It’s all right.”

“What are you waiting for?” Walt thunders. “Bring it back.”

Junior drinks from his cup as his dad and uncle face off. Hank moves back toward Walt. “Why don’t we just call it good?”

“The bottle. Now!”

Hank reaches out to settle Walt, and Walt knocks his hand aside. Skyler, who’s just noticed the contretemps, approaches, asking, “What’s going on?”

Junior stumbles out of his chair, makes it to the pool edge, and vomits. Hank rushes toward him; Walt just stands there. Then Hank puts the bottle on the table, as Skyler tends to her son. Walt sits down and starts raising his glass. With a coldly satisfied look on his face, he takes a drink, as we hear the sound of Junior continuing to vomit. All for your family? Or all for your male pride?

Scene 4: Jesse’s

Jesse’s frying eggs in a glass pan, which we see from the bottom at first, as he says, “This is your brain…This is your brain on drugs.” He’s making Jane breakfast in bed.

She comes in. “Wow…Need some help?”

“Just have a seat.”

“At least let me do this…”

“I don’t want you to have to do anything.” They kiss.

Jesse serves up huevos rancheros on square red plates like the ones at his parents’ house. He gets forks as Jane surreptitiously picks an eggshell off her beans. “So,” she asks, “What are you up to today? Working? Whatever that means…”

“No,” smiles Jesse. “I’m all yours.” They’re both adorable: blond and blue-eyed, and dark bangs and brown eyes.

“Really…” They kiss across the pass-through counter.

Scene 5: the White master bedroom, Beneke, and Builder’s Supply

Walt sits naked on the edge of the bed, head in hand. Skyler’s at work when Walt calls from the White kitchen, wearing a gray T-shirt and sweat pants. She doesn’t pick up, and we hear his message: “I just wanted to say…We’ll talk tonight, but I just wanted to say – I’m not exactly sure who that was last night, but it wasn’t me. And I’m sorry. Love you – ”

We see rusty water running in the kitchen sink and Walt looking in the utility closet. It’s a mess, with rusty water a couple of inches deep on the floor – leakage from taped pipes.

Skyler’s in the Beneke lunch room, looking fetching in a black maternity dress. Ted comes in. “Who brought the churros?”

“That would be me,” Skyler says, telling Ted about the party, Walt’s cancer, and his remission.

Walt, in a dark shirt and khakis, buys a tankless water heater at Builder’s Supply for $1,200, pulling back a bill with blood on it.

Scene 6: Jesse’s

Jesse and Jane are in/on the yellow-sheeted, black-blanketed bed in the bedroom of Jesse’s apartment. There are red and gold candles on the black bedside table. Jane’s smoking a cigarette and looking at drawings of super heroes in the sketch pad Jesse took from his childhood bedroom.

Jesse: “That’s Hoverman. He can surf, skate, or glide, because he’s always got a six-inch cushion of air under his feet.” Reggae music by Yellowman plays.

“That’s cool. Great lines.” Jesse smiles. “And this guy? What’s his secret power?”

“That’s, uh, Kanga Man.”

“Kanga Man – half man and half kangaroo.” Jane points at the little kangaroo poking out of Kanga Man’s midsection. “Who’s in his pouch?”

“His sidekick, Joey. He rides around in his pouch, and fights crime.”

“That makes Kanga Man a she. Only female kangaroos have pouches.”

“Yeah, I know. But he’s definitely a dude. He’s a product of experimentation.”

“Kinda hot, I guess. Nice haunches.” Jesse laughs. “And this is?”

“That’s Backward-o. Oh, no – I changed it to Rewind-o. He goes backwards – he can make everything go in reverse.” We see a manga-style face and hair, strong arms and legs, and a cape.

“Like time?”

“No, he just walks backwards.”

“Is that a super power? What good is that?”

“He does it like really fast. Say someone’s coming at him with a knife, right? Then he can just zip backwards away from him.” Jesse still seems invested in these fantasy visions of himself, and what he’s just said reminds us of how Tuco and Spooge each threatened Jesse with a knife.

Jane: “Okay…”

“Yo – I was a – kid – when I drew all these. It was, like, four years ago.”

“They all look like you.”


“It’s all you in these.”


“I wonder what a shrink would say, if he saw them.” She moves back beside Jesse, as he says, “Oh, shut up,” and nuzzles her. “Like you never wanted a super power.”

We hear knocking, and Jane, suddenly alert, asks, “Is that your door or mine? Sounds like mine.” She jumps up and dresses. “I gotta go!”

“Where? Hold up!”

Jane runs out Jesse’s back (bedroom) door, as Jesse calls after her. He goes back inside and puts on his pants.

We see Jane’s dad, Donald, knocking on Jane’s front door. He’s about to open it with his key, when Jane, who’s come in her back door, opens it. “Oh, there you are,” he says. They hug. Jane says she was working with headphones on, as Jesse peeks from behind his front curtain. He comes out as Donald’s asking his daughter out to lunch.

“Hey, yeah – ” Jesse greets the two. “This your dad?” He’s wearing a baggy blue sweatshirt.

Jane introduces him as her “new tenant,” gives him a “shut up” look, and adds, “I’m sorry – did you need something?” She hustles her dad inside her apartment, as Jesse, disappointed at not being included, goes back into his.

Scene 7: Casa Blanca

Walt’s installed the new water heater by the time Junior comes home, seemingly glad to see his dad, and happy to have clear hot water. When Walt tries to apologize for what happened at the party, Junior says he’s sorry about the pool.

“No, that was my fault. Your old man embarrassed himself.” When Junior asks about his uncle Hank, Walt says, “Everything’s fine – I called him this morning. But, son, I owe you an apology. I should have used better judgment.”

Junior smiles. “But I kept up, right?” Walt’s upset at this, but slaps Junior on the shoulder and goes to put away his tools. Then he finds the dry rot in the utility closet floor that will become his next obsession.

Scene 8: Jesse’s

Jesse’s in bed, smoking a cigarette. There’s a knock at the door, and he puts it out.

Jane comes into the living room, with its new dark red leather loungers. “Hey!”

“Uh – yo – ”

Jane goes into the kitchen and opens the fridge like she lives there. “You want to catch a movie later?” The red plates with the remains of the huevos rancheros are still on the counter.

“Yo – ”


“What was that all about?”


“At the door, with your dad.”

“It wasn’t about anything.”

“Okay, so – uh – I totally just misread your total diss…”

Jane’s eating a yellow popsicle. “If anything, I was just doing you a favor.”

“A favor…”

“Yeah. I told you – he’s a hardass.”

“He seemed cool to me.”

“Yeah – well…”

“So, what’s the deal?”

“There’s no deal. I was helping you out, okay? Protecting you.”

“How’s that?”

“I mean, I’m letting you smoke in here and everything.”

“I bought a filter!”

“And I figured the less he knows, the better.”

“You acted like you didn’t even know me!”



“You think I’m gonna be like, ‘Hey, dad – meet the stoner guy who lives next door, and, by the way, I’m sleeping with him’?”

“That’s all you think you’re doing?”

“Why do you even care about my dad?”

“I don’t!”

“Great! Then I don’t know why we’re talking about it.”

Us. I’m talking about us.”


“Yeah – you and me.”

“Who’s you and me?”

Jesse: “I’m outta here!” He grabs his jacket, goes out, and gets in his car. He looks back at the apartment, but Jane doesn’t come after him. He turns the key in the ignition, rap music plays, and he’s off.

Scene 9: Builder’s Supply, Casa Blanca, Beneke, and Jesse’s

A day has passed, and Walt has a big shopping cart at Builder’s Supply.

Back home, he’s cutting away the floor over the crawl space, ready to wipe out all his past mistakes, and get a fresh start on his project of portraying himself as a powerful, protective man.

Meanwhile, Skyler’s in her office, discovering dry rot in the Beneke accounting system.

Ted: “Hey, go home already!” Skyler tells him her concerns, and he says they’ll “figure it out tomorrow… or not.”

Suddenly, Skyler starts to cry. She shakes her head, blaming it on “hormones.”

Ted: “What’s wrong?” He may not care about accounting problems, but he cares about Skyler, in a way Walt doesn’t (just as Hank cares about Junior in a way that Walt doesn’t).

“I guess it’s just – it doesn’t feel any different.”

“The good news…”

“Nothing’s really changed – just postponed. There’s supposed to be a light at the end of the tunnel, but lately it just feels like – ”

“More tunnel?” Ted tells Skyler how he got an incapacitating case of the flu right after getting good news about his dad’s health. “Being that rock takes everything you’ve got.”


Ted takes Skyler’s hand. She withdraws it to get a tissue, but then takes it again.

The next day at Casa Blanca, Skyler and Junior are eating breakfast when Walt, already working on the dry rot, stops to grab a few bites of toast. “Are you going to work today?” Skyler asks.

“Skyler, there’s rot.” Still standing, Walt takes a drink of juice. “Goin’ back…”

Jesse, in his living room, lights his meth pipe, and coughs. He’s wearing a black jacket and looking really sad. A drawing pad is slid under his door: a picture of “Apology Girl” wiping a tear from her eye. Jesse smiles, and we cut away, seeing sunlight on his grass-green rug.

Skyler, in her office at Beneke, purposely knocks something off her desk as Ted passes by. He stops to help her.

Walt, back at Builder’s Supply for paint, sees some amateur meth stuff in a cart belonging to a tall, clueless-looking guy in a Peruvian knit hat like the one Badger wears. “You’re buying the wrong matches,” Walt tells the guy. “And don’t buy everything in one place.” Freaked out, the guy flees the store.

A few minutes later, Walt leaves the paint cans on the checkout counter, and goes outside, where the meth guy and another man are arguing outside a camper van. Music plays (“DLZ” by TV on the Radio, lyrics below) as they spot Walt, and hat man says, “That’s the guy.”

The second man, a bald, wrestler-built toughie, faces off with Walt, who stands his ground and adds, “Stay out of my territory!” Like a shadow of Walt and Jesse when they first started, the two get in their vehicle and leave. Walt continues to stand in the parking lot, smiling faintly. Heisenberg’s back…


Congratulations on the mess you made of things

I’m trying to reconstruct the air and all that brings

And oxidation is the compromise you own

But this is beginning to feel like the dog wants her bones

Say, “La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la,” etc.

You force your fire and then you falsify your deeds

Your methods dot the disconnect from all your creeds

And fortune strives to fill the vacuum that it feeds

But this is beginning to feel like the dog’s lost her lead

Say, “La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la,” etc.

This is beginning to feel Like the long-winded blues of the never

This is beginning to feel like it’s curling up slowly and finding a throat to choke

This is beginning to feel like the long-winded blues of the never

Barely controlled locomotive consuming the picture

And blowing the crows, the smoke.

This is beginning to feel like the long-winded blues of the never

Static explosion devoted to crushing the broken

And shoving their souls to ghost, eternalized, objectified

You set your sights so high

But this is beginning to feel like the bolt busted loose from the lever

Never you mind, death professor: Your structure’s fine, my dust is better

Your victim flies so high – all to catch a bird’s eye view of who’s next

Never you mind, death professor/Love is life, my love is better

Your victim flies so high/Eyes could be the diamonds confused with who’s next

Never you mind, death professor/Your shocks are fine, my struts are better

Your fiction flies so high/Y’all could use a doctor who’s sick, who’s next?

Never you mind, death professor/Electrified, my love is better

It’s crystallized, so am I/All could be the diamond fused with who’s next

This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of forever

This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of forever

This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of forever

This is beginning to feel like the dawn of the luz of forever.

Pretty dire, with Walt, we presume, cast as the “death professor.” But he cares not – if his family, having pushed him into therapy, has caused him to live longer than he planned, they’ll have to take the consequences of his not being able to shed his new, deadly persona.





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