The season finale began with a beautiful misdirect, took us on a tense day trip to the desert, and ended with a double-crossed ratfucking of epic proportions.
Both Jimmy and Mike think they’ve got away with perfect crimes … but things start to unravel pretty quickly, with deadly serious consequences.
Kim takes the plunge in a pathos-heavy episode that feels predictable but still has a couple of twists up its sleeve.
While it’s a thrill to see Saul emerging before our eyes, I’m not really convinced by Kim throwing her lot in with Jimmy. That certainly won’t end well.
Mike finds himself in over his head and Jimmy can’t sleep, but Kim’s chance encounter with an easy mark takes us back to the good old days.
Jimmy’s now testing everyone’s patience, and Kim’s trying to dig herself out of a hole by following the rules. No prizes for guessing how that works out for her.
We might want to hate Chuck, but he has the measure of Jimmy and knows the world of legitimate law isn’t for him. Meanwhile, Mike comes up with a fresh plan to get Tuco out of the picture.
Jimmy’s defence of The World’s Daftest Drug Dealer is a hoot for viewers – but the latest slip down the slope that leads to Saul Goodman.
Saul continues to prove himself a better man than his future client Walter White, while Kim has everything the parent show’s women lacked.