Breaking Bad: Ten Ways We Hope It Doesn't End (Spoiler Alert)
Sunday marks the end of an era, when AMC airs it's mega-hit original drama series Breaking Bad for the final time. Creator Vince Gilligan has done a superb job of keeping viewers on their toes, so it's anyone's guess as to what the final 75 minutes have in store. One thing that is definite: Breaking Bad has no qualms about going to a very dark place, and nothing is off the table. More than likely, there are numerous things on the table that we have no idea about.
With so many directions this series can take Sunday, which ones would disappoint us? Let's toss around a few scenarios that would make for a less than satisfying ending to one of the greatest series in TV history.
Walt Jr. has finally had enough of everyone's shit, and avenges Uncle Hank's death.
Everyone has a breaking point, and Walt Jr. seems to be about three episodes past his. We all know Walt makes his way back to the scene of the crime in the last episode, and chances are one of the first things on his agenda is to see his son, but judging by the way the last episode left off -- that may be a less than stellar idea at this juncture. Pancakes won't smooth shit over this time, Walt.
Brock gets his revenge, gives Walt the stink eye for the last time.
Brock ain't 'bout that Heisenberg life, and now he's got nothing to lose with his mom gone. What's that -- he's just a child? I'm putting nothing past this show. A kid was selling meth from his bike a couple of seasons ago, and a mute old man in a wheelchair killed Gus. Brock has had a week to brush up on his GTAV, so you know he's itchin' to open a can.
Todd "Meth Damon" and Lydia win everything, hoist the trophy, and then have weird sex.
Todd, you son of a bitch. When we first met Todd, he was sniffing panties inside people's homes he was hired to fumigate. Now this dude is handing out L's to people like he's the goddamn Miami Heat. Todd wants Lydia's pink meth (heh, heh), and Lydia is turned on by percentages of meth purity, so we might just have a love connection on our hands. "What did you say, 92 percent? Do me, Meth Damon."