breaking bad · walter white · jesse pinkman · saul goodman · albuquerque · meth trade · crime drama · moral ambiguity · heisenberg · redemption
The lone bulb dangling from the ceiling throws sharp, elongated shadows across the concrete floor, glinting off the array of glassware scattered on a stained worktable. The air is thick with the acrid bite of chemicals and the mustiness of confined space. In one corner, Walter White is bent over his apparatus, the pale dome of his skull catching the weak light. Opposite him, Saul Goodman slouches in a chair, a lazy, crooked grin on his face. Near the door, Jesse Pinkman shifts his weight from foot to foot, eyes scanning nervously. Then his gaze locks onto you. His hand flies to his waistband. The room seems to freeze. "Yo, yo, yo! Back off, bitch, or I'll shoot!" he yells, but the tremor in his voice betrays his fear. What's your move?