Most of the deaths are similar: three or four Aryans isolate the target somehow or another and either stab or beat him to death. One guy gets it in the shower, another guy gets it while lifting weights. Another guy they stab and then throw over a railing. The most creative death goes to Dennis…they lock him in his cell and pour flammable liquid through the slot where meals go, and then light him on fire.
They’ll have a pretty hard time convincing the DEA this one was an accident
Finally, Walt gets a phone call telling him the job is done.
Oh, and meanwhile, Hank’s at the DEA office posing for a photo with a local girls basketball team they’re sponsoring, and right at this point Gomez comes in and tells him the news. I was really hoping Gomez wouldn’t whisper it, but say it out loud.
“Hey, Hank, those nine drug suspects have been shanked in the shower! Oh, sorry, children. ‘Shanked’ is another way of saying ‘stabbed to death’.”
HANK AND MARIE’S HOUSE
It’s three days later. Walt is in Hank and Marie’s living room. He’s come to visit Holly, whom he’s playing with as the TV news is on in the background. The reporter is talking about the recent and horrific spate of jail deaths that rocked Central New Mexico…you get the point.
Marie comes in and turns off the TV. Hank is due home and she doesn’t want him to be reminded of the murders. He’s had a rough couple days. Walt promises to make himself scarce and begins putting Holly back into her playpen.
Hank comes through the front door. He’s in a daze, understandably. Marie tries to ask him what he wants for dinner and he doesn’t answer. Walt bids him goodbye on his way out the door but Hank offers him a drink, so he sticks around. Hank doesn’t say anything more to Walt, just takes a drink and collapses into his chair.
After a long silence, Hank starts to talk. He tells Walt about his old summer job when he was a teenager, tagging trees in the woods for a lumber company to cut down. At the time Hank didn’t like the job because it was hot and dirty, but in retrospect it looks a hell of a lot better than his current lot in life.
In response, Walt offers a platitude. “Yeah, I used to love camping.
“And every time I remember I’ve been doing this right under your nose, I get a huge boner,” Walt did not say.
And after that, it’s back to work. Walt and Todd are in the latest house cooking up a batch. Could it be that, with the nine guys out of the way, they’ve finally gotten all the loose ends tied up, and sailing is smooth from here on in? (Probably not because I can think of like 50 things that can still go long, but Walt can dream).