Jimmy McGill sits watch over a supine body wrapped in a white sheet.
But Gilligan loves tricking his viewers, playing off expectations.
“Jimmy,” she says, sounding at ease.
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And she’s gone.
Jimmy returns, stepping into the wash of light pouring down the hallway like the promise of halcyon days.
“Did she wake up?”
“Did she say anything?”
Chuck, without thinking about it, responds, “No.”
“Klick” is visually enunciated, each frame lucid and precise but not clobber-you-over-the-head obvious.
He’s upside down but appears right-side up, sees the world from a different angle than everyone else.
“What he wants and what he needs are two very different things,” the doctor tells Jimmy.
Having seen Chuck earlier in the series, she’s familiar with his fictitious affliction.
Chuck seems to sink into the bed.
“Get out.”
NEXT: Chuck Is Out to Get Jimmy
Jimmy asks Ernie why he lied.
Ernie says, “Chuck is really out to get you,” that Jimmy and Ernie are friends.
Gilligan uses a wide shot to show Jimmy helpless and tiny in the corner of the hospital waiting room.
They’re both wearing blue, so they blend into the blue chairs.
(Better Call Saulloves making its characters wear the same colors as their environment.)
“Gimme Jimmy,” the old people say, because moxie is in short supplies these days.
It then cuts immediately to a Weasel garden tool.
At this point, we have no idea whether Chuck will live or die.
The main theme of the show is that Jimmy ruins the lives of those around him, after all.
How does this happen?
Will Mike shoot him and paralyze him?
NEXT: Will Mike Pull the Trigger?
After Chuck emerges from his catatonic state, Jimmy brings him back to his catacomb-like home.
It’s become one of the great sets on TV.
Once Jimmy leaves, Chuck goes to work.
Wires like tendrils hanging out of every crevice.
Chuck looks like the looming, cloaked figure on those Led Zeppelin T-shirts they sell at Hot Topic.
Chuck closes a door, and Mike opens one.
Rifle in tow, he sets up on a rock, peering into the forlorn valley.
Mike gazes through his scope; he pans the scene, the gun slowly roving over each potential target.
Hector emerges from the lone, ramshackle building, but Nacho gets in the way.
Mike doesn’t pull the trigger.
The cartel shoot the bearded man in the head.
The hum of the cicadas gradually dissipates, and the far-off baying of a car horn swells.
A note on the window says, “Don’t.”
Jimmy receives an urgent call and returns to Chuck’s house, which Chuck has covered in space blankets.
Chuck, Jimmy learns, has quit H, H & M. “Retired,” Chuck corrects him.
“It’s this goddamn electricity!”
“My brain, my mindit used to work!”
Sadness washes over Jimmy’s face.
He comes clean, tells Chuck everything.
He says his plan “would’ve made Nixon proud!”
Jimmy confesses to a crime, Chuck says, a felony.
“It’s your word against mine,” Jimmy says, before walking out.
Chuck hits the STOP button on his hidden tape recorder.
