This is the way the Walt ends: not with a bang (at least not yet), but a whimper. A little over a year after proclaiming victory in his battle against Gus and becoming king of all he surveys, the season-opening flash-forward reveals that Walt is an emaciated, haggard fugitive, celebrating his 52nd birthday alone at a Denny's while using an assumed name. In between coughing fits and popping pills, he's buying an M60 from an underground gun dealer. We may not know exactly how he got here yet, and we can only guess where he and that machine gun are headed, but it's clear that all his sociopathic arrogance came to nothing. Look on his works, ye meth-heads, and despair.