I know how Breaking Bad ends.
OK, I don't really know how Breaking Bad ends, but I think I do, which is good enough. For me. Cough, cough.
Plus, I really want to stake my claim to the one plot point I see no one else talking about, so I can gloat and tell everyone to kiss my arse on Sunday. Oh yeah: that's the Lord's day; let's make it Monday.
Walt frees Jesse (who, in turn, frees Brock) and doles out major whoop-ass to Todd's gang and Grey Matter Technologies (he kills the gang in a bloody massacre, and financially ruins Grey Matter by associating himself with it in some way - Grey Matter's worst nightmare). By the end of the episode, Walt is dead one way or another (the ricin is for him - he has it in his mouth in case he needs it).
Jesse lives. Walt's family lives. Saul lives - in Nebraska.
My big contribution: Walt's lotto ticket bearing the coordinates of the buried money (and now Hank's grave!) pays off. Walt's dead, but he leaves his family with a clean fortune handed down to them by bloody misfortune.
As predicted on Sept. 16: