Chicken Man pt. 2

[GUS] (cold, controlled, spoken-sung over a tense bassline)

Hector Salamanca. Old friend. Old foe.

You sat there silent, watching empires ebb and flow.

You could’ve spoken sooner, could’ve saved your name,

Instead you called the DEA and tried to fan the flame.

I built this business brick by brick, in silence, in the dark,

While you and your familia left bodies as your mark.

Now the tables turn, and you’re the one who’s compromised,

A man who talked to agents is a man who’s finalized.

[ENSEMBLE] (whispered, ominous)

He’s not gonna say it, he’s not gonna show it,

Gus Fring keeps it quiet — but you already know it…

No shouting, no rage, no dramatic display,

I don’t do the things that lesser men would say.

I brought you something special — a needle, clean and slow.

There won’t be any pain, Hector. That’s not how I go.

[HECTOR] (no words — just the wheelchair, the bell, his eyes burning)

(instrumental tension build — bell dings once, twice, softly)

Ring your bell. Ring it all you want, old man.

Nobody’s coming — this ends just as I planned.

You had your chances. You had years to make it right.

Instead you chose the silence. Now I end your fight.

[HECTOR] (final, defiant look — reaches for the bell one last time)

(DING.)

[ENSEMBLE] (a sudden, sharp intake of breath)

Wait —

He didn’t know! He didn’t see!

The bomb was never Hector’s — it was chemistry!

Walter White in the shadows, pulling every string,

Turned an old man’s wheelchair into everything—

BOOM.

(silence)

[NARRATOR/ENSEMBLE] (quiet, final)

And that’s the last we hear of the man who never lost control…

The empire he built in silence

just paid its final toll.