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- What?

- Nothing.

It's not nothing.

It's always something.

Didn't Dad teach you

to tie nail knots?

Why would he do that?

He only ever used a fisherman's knot.

- One knot.

- No, he didn't.

No, he tied at least three.

Clinch knots?

No way.

Fine, I'm making it up.

Did Dad teach you

mostly dry lures?

Yeah. You?

- Wet.

- You're kidding.

But he was always so adamant.

I mean, you know Dad

on the fishing thing.

Gee, you think?

I only spent my entire childhood

with my ass in a boat.

But in my day it was all

about getting the hook seated.

We were fishing

for the dinner table.

Not us.

We always threw them back.

- Always.

- I guess he changed things up.

But that'd be like changing

his religion or something.

People change. It's not his fault

we were born 12 years apart.

No.

No, because the minute

you went off to college

it was my ass in that boat and

he taught me dry lures from day one.

This was not behavior

developed over time.

You think he did it for us?

Because he knew

we were so different.

He knew that you needed

to catch the fish

and I needed to throw them back.

All right, remember his rule:

no crying in the boat.

It scares the fish.

Mom and Dad--

I mean,

maybe Florida wasn't hit so bad.

Maybe it's better there.

Do you think?

I think you have a bite.

Even with the wrong knots.

Oh God.

So much for the no crying rule.

I think that was more

for Dad than the fish.

I won't hesitate. I don't care

if every walker in the city hears it.

You got a do-rag or something?

I guess the saw blade was

too dull for the handcuffs.

Ain't that a bitch.

He must have used a tourniquet--

maybe his belt.

Be much more blood

if he didn't.

Merle? You in here?

Jim? You okay?

You keep this up,

you're gonna keel over out here.

Drink some water at least.

Daryl: Had enough in him

to take out these two sumbitches

one handed.

Toughest asshole

I ever met, my brother.

Feed him a hammer,

he'd crap out nails.

Any man can pass out

from blood loss,

no matter how tough he is.

Morales:

Oh, baby. Will you look at that?

Hey, check it out.

- Ladies...

...because of you

my children will eat tonight.

- Thank you.

- Thank Dale.

It's his canoe and gear.

Carl:

Mom, look. Look at all the fish.

Thank you.

- Whoa.

Yeah, whoa.

Where did you two learn to do that?

- Our dad.

- Can you teach me how to do that?

Sure. I'll teach you all

about nail knots and stuff.

- If that's okay.

- You won't catch me arguing.

Hey, Dale. When's the last time

you oiled those line reels?

- They are a disgrace.

- I, uh--

I don't want to alarm anyone,

but we may have

a bit of a problem.

- Merle!

- We're not alone here.

- Remember?

- Screw that.

He could be bleeding out.

You said so yourself.

Glenn:

What's that burned stuff?

Skin.

He cauterized the stump.

Told you he was tough.

Nobody can kill

Merle but Merle.

Don't take that on faith.

He's lost a lot of blood.

Yeah?

Didn't stop him from busting

out of this death trap.

He left the building?

Why the hell would he do that?

Daryl:

Why wouldn't he?

He's out there alone

as far as he knows,

doing what he's got to do.

Surviving.

T-Dog:

You call that surviving?

Just wandering out in the streets,

maybe passing out?

What are his odds out there?

No worse than being handcuffed

and left to rot by you sorry pricks.

You couldn't kill him.

Ain't so worried about

some dumb dead bastard.

What about 1,000

dumb dead bastards?

- Different story?

- Why don't you take a tally?

Do what you want.

I'm gonna go get him.

- Daryl, wait.

- Get your hands off me!

- You can't stop me.

- I don't blame you.

He's family, I get that.

I went through hell to find mine.

I know exactly how you feel.

He can't get far

with that injury.

We could help you check

a few blocks around

but only if we keep a level head.

I could do that.

Only if we get those guns first.

I'm not strolling

the streets of Atlanta

with just my good intentions, okay?

Hey, Jim.

Jim, why don't you

hold up, all right?

- Just give me a second here, please.

- What do you want?

We're all just

a little concerned, man. That's all.

Dale says you've been

out here for hours.

- So?

- So why are you digging?

Are you heading to China, Jim?

What does it matter?

I'm not hurting anyone.

Yeah, except maybe yourself.

It's 100° today.

You can't keep this up.

Sure I can. Watch me.

Jim, they're not

gonna say it so I will.

You're scaring people.

You're scaring my son

and Carol's daughter.

They got nothing to be scared of.

I mean, what the hell, people?

I'm out here by myself.

Why don't you all just go

and leave me the hell alone?

We think that you need

to take a break, okay?

Why don't you go and get

yourself in the shade?

Some food maybe.

I'll tell you what--

maybe in a little bit

I'll come out here

and help you myself.

Jim, just tell me what it's about.

Why don't you just go ahead

and give me that shovel?

- Or what?

- There is no or what.

I'm asking you. I'm coming to you

and I'm asking you, please.

I don't want to have

to take it from you.

And if I don't, then what?

Then you're gonna

beat my face in

like Ed Peletier, aren't you?

Y'all seen his face, huh?

What's left of it.

See, now that's what happens

when someone crosses you.

That was different, Jim.

You weren't there. Ed was out

of control. He was hurting his wife.

That is their marriage.

That is not his.

He is not judge and jury.

Who voted you king boss, huh?

Shane: Jim, I'm not here

to argue with you, all right?

- Just give me the shovel, okay?

- No no no.

- Just give me the--Jim!

- Okay, shh shh.

- You got no right!

- Stop. Shh.

Jim, just stop it.

Hey hey hey hey.

- Don't!

- Jim. Jim, nobody's gonna hurt you.

You hear me? Shh.

Jim, nobody is gonna

hurt you, okay?

That's a lie.

That's the biggest lie there is.

I told that to my wife

and my two boys.

I said it 100 times.

It didn't matter.

They came out of nowhere.

There were dozens of 'em.

Just pulled 'em

right out of my hands.

You know, the only reason

I got away was

'cause the dead were

too busy eating my family.

You're not doing this alone.

Daryl: Even I think it's a bad idea

and I don't even like you much.

It's a good idea, okay,

if you just hear me out.

If we go out there in a group,

we're slow, drawing attention.

If I'm alone, I can move fast.

Look.

That's the tank, five blocks

from where we are now.

That's the bag of guns.

Here's the alley I dragged

you into when we first met.

- That's where Daryl and I will go.

- Why me?

Your crossbow is quieter

than his gun.

While Daryl waits here in the alley,

I run up the street,

grab the bag.

You got us elsewhere?

Glenn:

You and T-Dog, right.

You'll be in this alley here.

Two blocks away? Why?

I may not be able to

come back the same way.

Walkers might cut me off.

If that happens,

I won't go back to Daryl.

I'll go forward instead,

all the way around to that

alley where you guys are.

Whichever direction I go,

I got you in both places

to cover me.

Afterwards,

we'll all meet back here.

Hey, kid, what'd you do

before all this?

Delivered pizzas. Why?

You got some balls

for a Chinaman.

- I'm Korean.

- Whatever.

Whoa, don't shoot me!

What do you want?

I'm looking for my brother.

He's hurt real bad. You seen him?

- Ayúdame!

- Shut up!

You're gonna bring the geeks

down on us. Answer me.

- Answer me.

- Ayúdame!

Ayúdame!

Ayúdame!

Daryl: Shut up. Shut up.

Shut up.

Shut up.

That's it. That's the bag, vato.

Take it! Take it!

Ah! Ah!

Get off me!

Daryl! Daryl!

Daryl!

Come back here,

you sumbitches!

Whoa whoa whoa. Stop it.

I'm gonna kick your nuts

up in your throat!

- Let me go.

- Chill out.

They took Glenn.

That little bastard

and his little bastard

homie friends.

I'm gonna stomp your ass!

Guys! Guys! We're cut off!

Get to the lab. Go.

Come on.

Damn, let's go.

Jim, take some water?

- All right.

- Yeah?

All right.

Here you go, bud.

Pour some on my head?

Yeah.

Cooling you down, huh?

Yeah.

How long you gonna

keep me like this?

Well, yeah.

Until I don't think that

you're a danger to yourself

or others.

Sorry if I scared your boy

and your little girl.

You had sunstroke.

Nobody's blaming you.

You're not scared now, are you?

No sir.

Your mama's right.

Sun just cooked my head is all.

Jim, do you know

why you were digging?

Can you say?

I had a reason.

Don't remember.

Something I dreamt last night.

Your dad was in it.

You were too.

You were worried about him.

Can't remember the rest.

You worried about your dad?

They're not back yet.

We don't need

to talk about that.

Your dad's a police officer, son.

He helps people.

Probably just came across

some folks needing help, that's all.

That man,

he is tough as nails.

I don't know him well but...

I could see it in him.

Am I right?

Oh yeah.

There ain't nothing gonna

stop him from getting back here

to you and your mom,

I promise you that.

All right.

Who wants to help me

clean some fish, huh?

Carl:

Sweet. Come on, Sophia.

Lori:

Stay with Carol, all right?

You keep your boy close.

You don't ever let him

out of your sight.

Those men you were with,

we need to know where they went.

I ain't telling you nothing.

Jesus, man.

What the hell happened back there?

I told you, this little turd

and his douche bag friends

came out of nowhere

and jumped me.

You're the one

who jumped me, puto,

screaming about trying to find

his brother like it's my damn fault.

They took Glenn.

Could have taken Merle too.

Merle? What kind of

hick name is that?

I wouldn't name my dog Merle.

Damn it, Daryl. Back off.

Want to see what happened

to the last guy that pissed me off?

Start with the feet this time.

The men you were with

took our friend.

All we want to do

is talk to them,

see if we can work

something out.

You sure you're up for this?

- Yeah.

- Okay.

One wrong move,

you get an arrow in the ass.

Just so you know.

G's gonna take that

arrow out of my ass

and shove it up yours.

Just so you know.

- G?

- Guillermo.

He's the man here.

Okay then.

- Let's go see Guillermo.

You okay, little man?

They're gonna cut off

my feet, carnal.

Cops do that?

Not him. This redneck puto here.

He cut off some dude's hand, man.

He showed it to me.

- Shut up.

- Hey, that's that vato right there.

He shot me in the ass with an arrow.

What's up, homes, huh?

Chill, ese, chill. Chill.

This true?

He wants Miguelito's feet?

That's pretty sick, man.

We were hoping more

for a calm discussion.

That hillbilly jumps

Felipe's little cousin,

beats on him,

threatens to cut off his feet,

Felipe gets an arrow in the ass

and you want a calm discussion?

You fascinate me.

Heat of the moment.

Mistakes were made on both sides.

Who's that dude to you anyway?

You don't look related.

He's one of our group, more or less.

I'm sure you have a few like him.

Daryl:

You got my brother in there?

Guillermo:

Sorry, we're fresh out of white boys.

But I've got Asian.

You interested?

I have one of yours,

you have one of mine.

Sounds like an even trade.

- Don't sound even to me.

- G.

- Come on, man.

Guillermo: My people got attacked.

Where's the compensation

for their pain and suffering?

More to the point,

where's my bag of guns?

- Guns?

- The bag Miguel saw in the street.

The bag Felipe and Jorge

were going back to get.

- That bag of guns.

- You're mistaken.

- I don't think so.

Rick: About it being yours.

It's my bag of guns.

The bag was in the street.

Anybody could come around

and say it was theirs.

I'm supposed to take your word?

What's to stop my people

from unloading on you

right here and now

and I take what's mine?

You could do that.

Or not.

Come on, man. Make the trade.

Please.

Oye.

Guillermo:

I see two options.

You come back with Miguel

and my bag of guns,

everybody walks.

Or you come back

locked and loaded,

we'll see which side

spills more blood.

Them guns are worth

more than gold.

Gold won't protect your family

or put food on the table.

You willing to give that up

for that kid?

T-Dog: If I knew we'd get

Glenn back, I might agree.

But you think that vato across the way

is just gonna hand him over?

- You calling G a liar?

- Are you a part of this?

You want to hold onto your teeth?

Question is,

do you trust that man's word?

Daryl: No, question is

what are you willing to bet on it?

Could be more than them guns.

Could be your life.

Glenn worth that to you?

What life I have I owe to him.

I was nobody to Glenn,

just some idiot stuck in a tank.

He could have walked away,

but he didn't.

Neither will I.

So you're gonna hand

the guns over?

I didn't say that.

There's nothing keeping you two here.

You should get out,

head back to camp.

And tell your family what?

Come on, this is nuts.

Just do like G says.

I see my guns

but they're not all in the bag.

That's because they're not yours.

I thought I mentioned that.

Let's just shoot

these fools right now, ese.

All right?

Unload on their asses, ese.

I don't think you fully appreciate

the gravity of the situation.

No, I'm pretty clear.

You have your man.

I want mine.

I'm gonna chop up your boy.

I'm gonna feed him to my dogs.

They're the evilest, nastiest

man-eating bitches you ever saw.

I picked them up

from Satan at a yard sale.

I told you how it has to be.

Are you woefully deaf?

No, my hearing's fine.

You said come locked and loaded.

Okay then, we're here.

Woman:

Felipe! Felipe!

Abuela, go back

with the others-- now.

Get that old lady out

of the line of fire!

Abuela, listen to your m'hijo, okay?

This is the not the place

for you right now.

Mr. Gilbert is having

trouble breathing.

He needs his asthma stuff.

Carlito didn't find it.

He needs his medicine.

Felipe, go take care of it, okay?

And take your

grandmother with you.

Who are those men?

- Don't you take him.

- Ma'am?

- Felipe's a good boy.

He have his trouble

but he pull himself together.

We need him here.

Ma'am,

I'm not here to arrest

your grandson.

Then what do you want him for?

He's...

helping us find a missing person.

Fella named Glenn.

The Asian boy?

He's with Mr. Gilbert.

Come. Come, I show you.

He needs his medicine.

Let 'em pass.

Abuela, por favor.

Take me to him.

All right. All right.

Nice and easy. Just breathe.

Just breathe. Just let it out.

Just breathe.

Woman:

Just relax.

- What the hell is this?

- An asthma attack.

Couldn't get his breath

all of a sudden.

I thought you were being

eaten by dogs, man.

Could I have a word with you?

You're the dumbest

son of a bitch I ever met.

We walked in there ready

to kill every last one of you.

Well, I'm glad

it didn't go down that way.

If it had, that blood

would be on my hands.

Mine too.

We'd have fought back.

Wouldn't be

the first time we've had to.

Protect the food, the medicine--

what's left of it.

These people, the old ones--

the staff took off,

just left 'em here to die.

Me and Felipe were

the only ones who stayed.

What are you, doctors?

Felipe's a nurse--

a special care provider.

Me,

I'm the custodian.

What about the rest of your crew?

The vatos trickle in

to check on their parents,

their grandparents.

They see how things are

and most decide to stay.

It's a good thing too.

We need the muscle.

The people we've encountered

since things fell apart,

the worst kind-- plunderers,

the kind that take by force.

- That's not who we are.

Guillermo: How was I to know?

My people got attacked and you

show up with Miguel hostage--

appearances.

Guess the world changed.

Guillermo: No.

It's the same as it ever was.

The weak get taken.

So we do what we can here.

The vatos work on those cars,

talk about getting

the old people out of the city.

But most can't even get to

the bathroom by themselves,

so that's just a dream.

Still, it keeps the crew busy,

and that's worth something.

So we barred all the windows,

welded all the doors shut

except for one entrance.

The vatos, they go out,

scavenge what they can

to keep us going.

We watch the perimeter

night and day and we wait.

The people here,

they all look to me now.

I don't even know why.

Because they can.

Glenn: Admit it, you only came back

to Atlanta for the hat.

Rick:

Don't tell anybody.

Daryl: You've given away

half our guns and ammo.

Rick: Not nearly half.

Daryl: For what?

Bunch of old farts who are

gonna die off momentarily anyhow?

Seriously,

how long you think they got?

How long do any of us?

Glenn: Oh my God.

- Where the hell's our van?

We left it right there.

Who would take it?

Merle.

He's gonna be taking

some vengeance back to camp.

Wrapping paper,

color tissue, anything?

Dale:

Seriously?

How can you not have any?

Had I been informed of the impending

apocalypse I'd have stocked up.

It's Amy's birthday tomorrow.

I've been marking days

on the calendar just to make sure.

You don't give a gift unwrapped.

Deep breath.

I'm sure I'll find something here.

I, uh, built up

the rocks all around.

See? So the flames can

be a little higher

and have 'em be hidden.

Hey, Jim.

How you feeling, man?

I'm better.

More myself now.

I hope you understand

the need for this--

this timeout.

I've got others

I've got to think about.

I just want to

make sure there's no--

there's no hard feelings.

There's not. I do understand.

Okay.

Why don't you come

join in with the rest of us?

Big ol' fish fry.

- I'd like that very much.

Shane: Okay.

Why don't you come outside

with everybody?

Hell with them people.

Wouldn't piss on them

if their heads was on fire.

Hey!

Why don't you stay here?

Keep your daddy company.

Ed, she wants to join in.

- Come on.

Ed: Fine.

Hell with the both of you.

Ain't no need to be bothering me

no more the rest of the night.

Sophia: Pass the fish, please.

Carol: Here you go.

Shane: Man o man, that's good.

Whew.

I miss this.

I've got to ask you, man.

It's been driving me crazy.

Dale: What?

- That watch.

What's wrong with my watch?

I see you every day,

the same time,

winding that thing

like a village priest saying mass.

I've wondered this myself.

- I'm missing the point.

Jacqui: Unless I've misread the signs,

the world seems to

have come to an end.

At least hit a speed bump

for a good long while.

But there's you every day

winding that stupid watch.

Time-- it's important

to keep track, isn't it?

The days at least.

Don't you think, Andrea?

- Back me up here.

I like--I like what, um,

a father said to son

when he gave him a watch

that had been handed down

through generations.

He said,

"I give you the mausoleum

of all hope and desire,

which will fit

your individual needs

no better than it did mine

or my father's before me;

I give it to you

not that you may remember time,

but that you may forget it

for a moment

now and then

and not spend all of your breath

trying to conquer it."

You are so weird.

It's not me. It's Faulkner.

William Faulkner.

Maybe my bad paraphrasing.

- Where are you going?

- I have to pee.

Jeez, you try to be

discreet around here--

Thought I told y'all to leave

me the hell alone, didn't I?

Hey!

- What'd I say?

Oh!

We're out of toilet paper?

Carl: Mom!

Lori: Carl!

Lori, get him down!

- Oh my God.

T-Dog: Go! Go!

Lori: I'm right here.

Shane, what do we do?

- Shane?

- Follow me!

No! No!

Oh! Oh!

Oh God!

Oh my God!

Help me.

Oh God, I don't know what to do.

I don't know what to do.

- Come on. Come on, stay close.

- Carol!

Shane:

Stay close!

Come on, y'all!

Work your way up here!

Lori:

Right in front of you. Shane!

Morales:

Get to the RV! Go!

Lori: Shane! Shane!

Shane: Stay with me.

Stay behind me.

Morales, work up here!

Lori: Get behind me! Come on!

Shane: Let's go!

Lori: Stay with me.

Shane: Come on, make your way

to the Winnebago!

Baby! Carl!

Baby!

- Dad!

- Carl!

Shh shh shh.

Oh, Amy.

I don't know what to do, Amy.

Oh. Oh.

Oh.

Oh.

Oh. Oh.

Oh, Amy.

Oh no no.

Amy!

Amy!

Amy!

I remember my dream now,

why I dug the holes.