[ Maybe Chilton can notice that even though Walt is wearing his best pokerface, his hand around his glass tenses at the mention of criminal chemists. There's a moment, although very brief and probably brought about by the alcohol, that Walt toys with the idea of having someone to talk to about all of his problems -- all of the things he couldn't say to those who didn't know him and especially not to those who did. And Jesse. What to do about Jesse.

But even drunk, Walt manages to maintain control of himself to an extent. He can't say anything over the network. Louis proved that it's far too easy to listen in on others conversations. ]

I had the chance to do something bigger with my life, to be a part of a multi-billion dollar research company, but I sold my share for a lousy thousand dollars and went on to become a high school chemistry teacher. I really did nothing remarkable with my life...

[ The words kill him to say aloud. He was a king. ]

Then I died. Lung Cancer. And here I am.