Shane: Jim, I'm not here to argue with you, alright? Just give me the shovel. He says, trying to take the shovel from Jim.

Jim: No, no, no. He says, keeping the shovel away from Shane.

Shane: Just PLEASE. Just give me the--

Jim pushes him back.

Shane: Jim!

Jim tries to hit him with the shovel, but Shane moves out of the way. Shane tackles him to the ground.

Jim: Ugh!

Shane: Okay, shh, shh.

Jim: You got no right!

Shane: Stop it!

Jim: You got no right!

Shane: Jim, just stop it! Hey, hey, hey, hey! Jim.

Jim: Don't!

Shane: Jim! Nobody's gonna hurt you. You hear me?

Jim starts hyperventilating.

Shane: Shh.

He stops hyperventilating.

Shane: Jim, nobody is gonna hurt you, okay?

Jim: That's a lie, that's the biggest lie there is.

Shane starts handcuffing Jim's hands behind his back.

Jim: I told that to my wife and...my two boys, I said it a hundred times... It didn't matter. They came outta nowhere. There were dozens of 'em... Just pulled 'em right outta my hand... You know, the only reason I got away was 'cause the dead were too busy eatin' my family.

He sighs as he closes his eyes. Everyone looks shocked. Lori covers her mouth with her hands.

[Atlanta]

You're all sitting in an office lab part of the building. You're discussing a plan on the floor with different office materials and a drawing of the street with marker.

Rick: You're not doin' this alone.

Daryl: Even I think it's a bad idea, I don't even like you much.

Glenn: No, it's a good idea.

You: Just hear me out.

Rick crouches down.

You: If we go out there in a group, we're slow, drawing attention. If I'm alone, I can move fast.

Glenn: Look.

Glenn places a paper clip in the middle of the road, marking the tank.

Glenn: That's the tank.

You: Five blocks from where we are now.

Glenn places the crumpled sticky note in front of it, marking the guns.

Glenn: That's the bag of guns.

He puts his finger on the alley where Glenn grabbed Rick.

Glenn: Here's the alley I dragged you into when we first met.

You: That's where Daryl and I will go.

Daryl: Why me?

You: Your crossbow. It's quieter than Rick's gun.

You place a little post it flag dispenser where the alley is.

You: While Daryl waits here in the alley, I run up the street, grab the bag.

Rick: You got us elsewhere?

You: The rest of you, right.

You place in an eraser two blocks away from the tank.

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