And yet I can’t help but see some suggestion here of another way forward, of that bridge between who we are (sinners) and who we could be (good people). And here, the series dovetails with The Sopranos again, because leaving behind the former for the latter is hard work. It requires vigilance, and it requires dedication. Above all, it requires some sort of honesty, some sort of connection. It requires Walter being able to say that he cooked meth because he liked it, and it requires him being able to pass up the giant payday that will presumably remain buried somewhere on Uncle Jack’s compound. It requires not manipulation and lies, but genuine reaching out to those you love, in the spirit of treating them well. If this is a show about good and evil, it had to take a stab at what good might look like beyond Jesse’s tears, and if that was a little unsatisfying—perhaps because it came via a character the show had trained us to see as, if not Satan, at least a monster—then so be it. It was a tentative stab at something new. At growth.