From 2.10 - 18 Miles Out: On the road, Rick and Shane leaned against the trunk on the car.
Jenny: (voice over) "Previously on Worlds Colliding (The Walking Dead)"
Rick looked at Shane. "If you wanna kill me, you're gonna have to do better than a wrench."
From 2.11 - Judge, Jury, Executioner: In the Greene Farm, Rick and Dale were talking about Randall.
"He's just a kid," Dale told him.
"We reconvene at sunset, then what happens, happens," Rick told him.
Dale nodded.
From 2.11 - Judge, Jury, Executioner: In the living room, the group were talking.
Dale looked at everyone. "Isn't there anybody else who's gonna stand with me? This is a young man's life."
From 2.11 - Judge, Jury, Executioner: In the barn, Rick aimed his gun on Randall's forehead.
Carl was inside. "Do it."
Rick looked annoyed with himself, moving his gun away. "Take him away."
From 2.11 - Judge, Jury, Executioner: On the field, the walker was on top of Dale, tearing his stomach, making him scream in pain.
Harley ran closer, barking, pushing himself on top of the walker, biting it's arm. The walker looked at the dog, growling. Harley moved backward, dragging the walker away from Dale with his teeth.
Daryl ran closer, pulling out his knife, stabbing the walker in the head, killing it.
Sam ran closer. "Dale!" Harley barked, moving toward Dale. Sam kneeled next to Dale, shocked and horrified. "Oh, my God."
Everyone were there for a dying Dale.
Andrea sobbed. "Do something."
Rick looked at Dale, aiming his gun to his forehead. He hesitated to shot.
Daryl moved away from Sam slowly, reaching to grab the gun from Rick. Rick looked at him. Daryl nodded. Rick let go of the gun, stepping a side, tears in his eyes, wrapping his arms around his daughter, pulling her closer.
Daryl kneeled down next to Dale, aiming the gun on his forehead.
Dale stared at him, gasping.
Daryl stared at him. "Sorry, brother."
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Gunfire
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Day One
Flashback
Sunrise - Greene Farm
A truck was driving down the path.
Daryl, Damion and T-Dog were sitting on the back of the truck.
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Truck
Shane was driving a truck.
Andrea was sitting next to him.
Rick: (voice over) "Dale could--could get under your skin."
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Outside - Back of the Truck
Damion looked depressed, staring forward.
T-Dog and Daryl were looking forward.
Rick: (voice over) "He sure got under mine."
Daryl looked over at Damion, patting him on the arm.
The shot was moving away from the truck.
Rick: (voice over) "Because he wasn't afraid to say exactly what he thought. How he felt."
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Now
Morning - Greene Farm
The group were all standing around the graves.
Dale's grave was next to Sophia's.
Rick was giving a speech. "That kind of honesty is rare and brave."
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Flashback
Sunrise - Greene Farm
Shane, Andrea, Damion, T-Dog and Daryl were next to the fences, making sure they were tight.
Rick: (voice over) "Whenever I'd make a decision..."
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Now
Morning - Greene Farm
The group were all standing around the graves.
Carl was standing between Lori and Ariana, letting a tear slip down his cheek.
Rick was giving a speech. "I'd look at Dale. He'd be looking back at me with that look he had." Damion looked down, letting a tear fell down his cheek. "We've all seen it one time or another."
Glenn looked down.
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Flashback
Sunrise - Woods
Daryl was leading Shane, Andrea, Damion and T-Dog in the woods.
Daryl saw something on the ground.
Rick: (voice over) "I couldn't always read him, but he could read us."
Daryl whistled softly, signaling for the others to come closer. He pointed forward.
Rick: (voice over) "He saw people for who they were."
They walked forward.
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Now
Morning - Greene Farm
The group were all standing around the graves.
T-Dog looked up, tears in his eyes.
Tyler looked at Dale's grave with tears in his eyes.
Rick was giving a speech. "He knew things about us. The truth..." Maggie placed her hand on Tyler's arm. Sam was standing next to Lori, having her arms around her. Lori had her arms around her, having her head on top of hers. "Who we really are."
Daryl looked over at Sam, looking back at Rick.
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Flashback
Sunrise - Field
Five walkers were walking in a field.
Rick: (voice over) "In the end, he was talking about losing our humanity."
The truck was driving down the path, pulling over.
T-Dog, Damion and Daryl jumped out from the back of the truck.
Andrea and Shane got out from the front seats.
Three walkers were eating a cow near the lake.
Rick: (voice over) "He said this group was broken."
The five walkers that were standing turned to face T-Dog, Damion, Daryl, Andrea and Shane.
T-Dog, Damion, Daryl, Andrea and Shane walked toward them. (slow motion)
Rick: (voice over) "The best way to honor him is to unbreak it."
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Now
Morning - Greene Farm
The group were all standing around the graves.
Rick was giving a speech. "Set aside our differences and pull together, stop feeling sorry for ourselves..."
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Flashback
Sunrise - Field
Daryl shot walker 1 with an arrow, killing it.
T-Dog hit walker 2 in the head with a hummer, killing it.
Rick: (voice over) "And take control of our lives."
Damion hit walker 3 in the head with a hummer, killing it. He hit the walker in the head a few times, backing away from it.
Rick: (voice over) "Our safety..."
Andrea hit walker 4 with a Fan Rake, hitting it from it's chin to the top of the head, pulling it out. The walker fell down, dead.
Rick: (voice over) "Our future."
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Now
Morning - Greene Farm
The group were all standing around the graves.
Rick was giving a speech. "We're not broken. We're gonna prove him wrong."
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Flashback
Sunrise - Field
Shane walked toward walker 5, hitting it with a shovel, killing it.
The three walkers that were eating the cow looked over, standing up.
Rick: (voice over) "From now on..."
Daryl shot an arrow toward walker 6, shooting it in the head, killing it.
Rick: (voice over) "We're gonna do it his way."
Andrea hit walker 7.
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Now
Morning - Greene Farm
The group were all standing around the graves.
Rick was giving a speech. "That is how we honor Dale."
Shane didn't seem to like what Rick meant by that.
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Flashback
Sunrise - Field
Shane kicked walker 8 in the legs, making it fell down.
Andrea stabbed the Fan Rake in walker 7's head, killing it.
Shane kicked walker 8 a few times.
T-Dog, Andrea, Damion and Daryl walked closer, kicking the walker.
Shane moved away for a moment, walking back closer, holding the shovel, stabbing it through walker 8's head, killing it.
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Now
Morning - Greene Farm
The group were all standing around the graves.
Rick was kneeling next to Dale's grave, standing up. He backed away toward his family.
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AMC Presents
A doorknob was moving.
Inside a dark house, the only lights that in was from the outside through the closed door.
Rick's photo was shown in a newspaper. Andrew Lincoln.
A grocery store showed to be abandoned, blood on the floor.
A picture of Shane Walsh in police uniform shown to be broken. Jon Bernthal.
A torn in half picture of Ariana Grimes was shown, smiling. Marie Avgeropoulos.
A picture of Lori Grimes was shown, smiling, broken, a few rocks were around it. Sarah Wayne Callies.
A RV was shown slowly.
On the road, a teddy bear was on the ground. Nina Dobrev.
A house was shown from the outside. Laurie Holden.
There was a quick look of the buildings of Atlanta. Matthew Daddario. Jeffrey DeMunn.
A quick look of the hospital of Atlanta. Kyle Ellison. Steven Yeun. Chandler Riggs.
Inside an abandoned building, the lights were flickering. Norman Reedus.
Outside of the King County Sheriff's Department. Executive producers, Robert Kirkman and David Alpert.
There was a quick look of the railroad tracks under bridge. Executive producer, Glen Mazzara.
There was a quick look at the road of Atlanta, the cars were abandoned. Executive producer, Gale Anne Hurd.
In an empty road, two crows were attacking a dead cat lying on the ground.
In the field. Executive producer, Frank Darabont.
There was a quick look at the outside of Atlanta. The entrance for the city is empty. The exit of the city is full. Developed by Frank Darabont. Based on the series of graphic novels by Robert Kirkman and Tony Moore and Charlie Adlard.
Worlds Colliding (The Walking Dead)
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Day - Camp
Everyone were starting to pack their stuff to move into the house.
Beth, Hershel, Jenny, Shane, Maggie and Rick were together next to the truck.
Rick looked at Hershel. "It'll be tight." Daryl walked closer. "20 people in one house."
"Don't worry about that," Hershel told him. "With the swamp hardening, the creek drying up..."
"With 50 head of cattle on the property, we might as well be ringing a damn dinner bell," Jenny told them
Hershel nodded. "She's right." Tyler walked closer. "We should've moved you in a while ago."
Rick nodded. "All right, let's move the vehicles near each of the doors facing out toward the road." He looked from Daryl to Tyler. "We'll build a lookout in the windmill, another in the barn loft. That should give us sightlines both sides of the property." He nodded to T-Dog. "T-Dog, you take the perimeter around the house. Keep track of everyone coming and going."
"What about standing guard?" T-Dog asked.
"I need you and Daryl on double duty," Rick told him.
T-Dog nodded. "Gotcha."
T-Dog walked away.
Shane watched them.
Hershel and Damion were carrying boxes.
"Damion and I will stock the basement with food and water, enough that we can all survive there a few days if need be," Hershel told him.
Damion put the box he was carrying on the back of the truck, turning to take the box Hershel was carrying, taking it, putting on the back of the truck.
Ariana and Andrea walked closer together.
"What about patrols?" Ariana asked.
"Let's get this area locked down first," Rick told them. Ariana nodded. "After that, Ty will assign shifts while me and Daryl take Randall offsite and cut him loose."
Shane looked annoyed. "We're back to that now?"
Rick looked annoyed by Shane, looking at him. "It was the right plan first time around." Andrea walked away. "Poor execution."
Shane looked away. "That's a slight understatement."
"You don't agree, but this what's happening," Rick told him. Sam walked closer, holding a bag over her shoulder. "Swallow it, move on."
Shane looked at him. "You know that Dale's death and the prisoner, that's two separate things, right? You wanna take Daryl as your wingman, be my guest."
Rick nodded, turning to walk away. "Thank you."
Shane looked away. "You got it."
Lori looked at Shane. Shane looked at her. Lori turned away, walking away.
Damion took the bag from Sam, placing it on the back of the trunk, closing it.
T-Dog got into the driver seat of the truck, driving closer to the house.
Daryl drove on his motorcycle toward the house.
Hershel and Rick walked together.
"I see why you're not taking Shane with you," Hershel told him. "Just know I've got no more patience where he's concerned."
"He's turning over a new leaf," Rick told him. Hershel looked at him. Rick looked at Hershel, shrugging one shoulder. Rick looked forward. "Andrea." Andrea slowed down, turning to them. "When I'm out with Daryl, help Hershel keep an eye on things around here."
They walked together.
"Me?" Andrea asked.
"Shane's got a way of letting things get out of hand, especially when he's all torqued up," Rick told her.
"I think we're all a bit torqued up at this point," Andrea told them.
"If you're staying here permanently, he's got to understand that it's what Rick and I say, not whatever he wants," Hershel told her.
"You've become close," Rick told her.
They stopped.
Andrea shrugged. "We talk."
"Then you know he's not a bad guy," Rick told her. "He's just his own worst enemy."
Andrea gave him a look. "You want me to babysit Shane?"
"I need to make sure every time I leave the farm all Hell doesn't break loose," Rick told her.
Andrea tilted her head. "Then maybe you should stop leaving."
Andrea walked away.
"Will you keep an eye on things?" Rick asked.
"Of course," Andrea called.
Rick and Hershel followed.
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Greene House - Dinning Room
Glenn walked in with his bags, placing them on the chairs.
Ariana walked closer. "Hey." Glenn looked at her. "Uh, Maggie said we can have one of the guest rooms. I already put my things there."
Glenn hesitated. "Uh... just you and me?" Ariana looked at him slightly in amusement, raising an eyebrow. "I--I mean... your brother is in the house so..."
"Rick already knows about us," Ariana pointed out. "So do Lori, and Sam. And even Carl." She tilted her head. "Unless you don't want to share a room with me..."
"No, no, that--that's not..." Glenn trailed off. "Just... I, uh..."
Ariana grabbed a bag from the chair. "Is that a 'yes' or 'no'?"
Ariana smirked, raising an eyebrow.
Glenn nodded. "Yeah." He smiled. "Yeah, okay."
Ariana looked at him in amusement, smiling.
Carl walked in. "Ari?"
Ariana and Glenn looked at him.
"What's up, buddy?" Ariana asked.
"Can we talk?" Carl asked.
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Outside
Ariana and Carl walked out, standing together on the side of the porch.
"What's up?" Ariana asked, kneeling down to look at Carl.
Carl hesitated. "If, um--If I tell you something, will you promise not to tell my parents?"
Ariana tilted her head. "Why? What happened?"
Carl hesitated, looking around. He looked back to his aunt, pulling out Daryl's gun. "I took it from Daryl's motorcycle." He handed it to Ariana. "If he found out I took it, he'd kill me."
Ariana looked from the gun to Carl. "What you doing with this?"
Carl looked down. "Dale. It's my fault that he died."
Ariana shook her head. "Carl, why would you say that? He got bit by a walker."
"I saw that walker, Aunt Ari," Carl told her. "I was gonna shoot it. When he was stuck in the mud. I was--I was throwing rocks at him and stuff. But I was gonna do it--shoot it right in the head. And it--it got free, came after me and... I ran away. If I had killed it, Dale would still be here."
Ariana shook her head. "Carl." She placed her hand on Carl's arms. "Carl, this ain't your fault. Okay? Promise me, you won't think like that anymore." Carl nodded hesitatingly, looking down. "Okay, go, I'll--I'll take care of that."
Carl nodded, walking away.
Ariana took the gun from her lap, standing up, sighing. She looked at the gun.
Shane's car was driving closer to the house, pulling over. Shane got out.
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Elsewhere
Daryl was on top of the shed, closing the window on it with wood, nailing it.
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Shed - Inside
Randall was chained up at the side, his mouth and eyes were covered. He tried to pull on the chains but couldn't get free.
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Outside
Daryl finished closing the window.
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Greene House - Living Room
Tyler walked in with two bags, looking toward the doorway of the dinning room. He frowned, looking around.
Maggie walked in. "I hope you don't mind, I put your stuff in my room." Tyler looked at her. Maggie nodded to the bags he was holding. "You can put them there too."
"Uh, what about your Dad?" Tyler asked.
"He's okay with that," Maggie told him.
Tyler raised an eyebrow. "Really?" Maggie smirked, nodding. "So, we're moving in together already? At least take me to a real date first."
Maggie chuckled. "You turning me down?"
Maggie took one bag from Tyler.
Tyler smirked. "Never."
"Good," Maggie told him, smiling. "Come on, then."
Maggie took Tyler's hand, leading him away.
Sam walked in, walking toward her bags.
Harley followed with a toy in his mouth, lying on the carpet.
Beth walked closer. "Hey." Sam looked at her. "You can put your stuff in my room, we'll share it."
Sam nodded. "Okay. Thanks."
Beth grabbed one bag. "No problem."
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Outside
Lori was next to the truck, grabbing a box.
T-Dog walked outside, walking down the stairs. "Whoa. Don't--don't--don't strain yourself."
T-Dog took the box from Lori.
Lori smiled a small smile. "Thank you. Rick and I are taking the corner of the living room."
T-Dog nodded, walking up the stairs.
Hershel opened the door for T-Dog. "You can put that in my room." T-Dog walked inside. Hershel walked down the stairs. "Carl will be sharing with Allison her room, and Sam will be with Beth. You'll be more comfortable in my room."
Lori shook her head. "We can't do that."
"A pregnant woman sleeping on the floor while I've got a bed to myself?" Hershel asked.
"This is still your house," Lori told him.
T-Dog walked outside, walking down the stairs.
"It's our home," Hershel corrected. "I'll take the couch downstairs. On nights when I came home reeking of bourbon, my wife would lock the bedroom door. I'm sad to say that couch and I become old friends."
T-Dog grabbed another box. "Look, if you two can't decide, I'll take it."
T-Dog shrugged, smirking.
Lori chuckled, placing a hand on Hershel's shoulder. "Thank you."
T-Dog walked up the stairs.
Hershel looked at T-Dog. "The couch is mine."
Damion walked out, holding the door open for T-Dog.
"It's gonna get real cozy real fast in here," T-Dog told them, walking in.
Hershel grabbed a box, walking up the stairs, walking in.
Lori looked to the side, seeing Shane in the distant fixing a windmill.
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Elsewhere
Lori walked toward the windmill, looking up at Shane. "Wouldn't that be easier if you waited for some help?"
"Ain't no use waiting for something that ain't gonna come," Shane told her. He had a nail between his teeth. "No, I'll just--just do it all myself."
"Yeah, you always do, just like that time you showed up Rick fixing our sink," Lori told him.
Shane put the nail away, scoffing in amusement at the memory. "Yeah. Just so you know, that's not the reason your basement flooded." Lori smiled in amusement. "You can thank Rick for that, using rubber washers with a metal pipe."
Lori shoved her hands into her pockets. "Please come down." Shane hesitated, looking down at her, getting down. Lori waited for him to walk closer. "So after Sophia, I, uh... I thought, 'We'll figure this out'. You know, we'll heal somehow." They leaned against Shane's car. "After Dale?" Lori looked down, giving a small shrug with her shoulders. "This is real. And we can't... keep it at bay, it's already got us. And it just keeps coming, doesn't it?" Lori and Shane looked at each other. "I made a mess of things. I put you and Rick at odds." Shane looked away. "I don't even know whose baby this is." Shane looked at her. "I can't imagine how hard that is on you. You led us out of Atlanta with no thought for yourself." Lori had tears in her eyes, looking around. "Do you remember that night?" Her voice cracked. "The flames, the--And I'm sitting in our car thinking 'We're gonna be all right. He's gonna make it all right. We'll get out of here'. And I never thanked you for that." Shane looked down. "Even though things got..." Lori paused. Shane looked at her. "Confused between us, you were there for me. You were there for me. Thank you."
Shane shook his head, tears in his eyes. "You don't need to thank me for that."
"Of course I do," Lori told him.
Shane shook his head. "No--"
"Of course I do," Lori repeated, pushing herself away from the car. "Whatever happened between us, whatever the hell we thought it was--and not just you, but..." Her voice cracked. "I'm sorry, Shane. Please believe me. I am so sorry."
Shane looked down.
Lori turned around, walking away, leaving.
Shane pushed himself away from the car, taking a step toward Lori as if wanting to stop her from walking away, stopping. He watched her leave, turning away.
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Greene House - Porch
Daryl and Rick were outside on the porch, looking at a map.
"Take him out to Senoia, hour there, hour back, give or take," Rick told him. "We may lose the light, but we'll be halfway home by then."
"This little pain in the ass will be a distant memory," Daryl told him. He leaned on the railing. "Good riddance."
Rick rolled the map. "Carol's putting together some provisions for him, enough to last a few days." He paused, looking at Daryl. "That thing you did last night..."
"Ain't no reason you should do all the heavy lifting," Daryl told him.
Rick nodded. "So are you good with all this?"
"I don't see you and I trading haymakers on the side of the road," Daryl told him, taking the map. "Nobody'd win that fight."
Ariana walked out of the house. "Hey, Rick, can we talk for a sec?"
Daryl stood up. "I'm gonna take a piss."
Daryl walked past Ariana, walking into the house.
Ariana walked closer to her brother, leaning against the railing. "We need to talk about Carl."
"What's wrong?" Rick asked.
Ariana sighed. "He came to me. He asked me not to say anything but... he was out in the swamps yesterday and he came across a walker stuck in the mud. He got scared, ran off."
"The same walker that killed Dale?" Rick asked.
Ariana nodded. "That's the one."
Rick nodded. "I'll have Lori talk to him."
Ariana frowned. "Wait, I think--I think he wants to talk to his father."
"Well, I need this Randall thing done already," Rick told her.
"Rick, that needs to wait, okay?" Ariana asked. "Carl needs you to talk to him." She pulled out Daryl's gun, holding it toward Rick. "He gave me this." Rick took the gun. "You should get that back to Daryl. Rick..." Rick looked at his sister. "Is freeing that prisoner more important to you than Carl? More then your kids?"
Rick sighed softly, looking at the gun.
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Elsewhere
Andrea was inside the RV, on the driving seat, trying to start the engines.
Glenn walked closer. "Andrea." Andrea looked over. "Hey, did you try pumping the gas pedal?"
Andrea sighed. "I think it's been parked too long."
"You gotta tap it three times--" Glenn started.
Andrea nodded. "And give her a twist. I know, know."
Andrea tried to start the engines.
Glenn tapped on the front. "Let me see." Andrea stopped. Glenn opened the front. Andrea walked out of the RV, carrying a tool box. "Uh, Dale told me that in these old vehicles the points get corroded. "
Andrea pulled out a screwdriver. "Screwdriver?"
"Flathead," Glenn answered. Andrea handed him the flathead screwdriver, watching him fixing the RV in silence. "Okay. Could you hand me a file?" She handed him the tool. Glenn had tears in his eyes, his voice a whisper. "I let him down."
"He was proud of you," Andrea told him. Glenn looked down. "Maybe not in that moment, but overall."
"Oh, that's easy for you to say," Glenn told her. "You had his back. So did Damion."
"I have my share of regrets, but I think that he knew how much we cared for him," Andrea told him.
Glenn closed his eyes, letting a tear slip down his cheek. He sniffed, whiping his eyes dry with his sleeve, stepping away. "That might do it."
Glenn placed the file back into the tool box, starting to walk to the door.
Andrea watched him. "Glenn."
Glenn stopped, turning to her. Andrea threw the keys to Glenn. Glenn caught it, opening the door, walking in. Andrea followed, closing the door.
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RV - Inside
Glenn sat on the driver seat.
Andrea sat at the passenger seat. "Bet it'll work."
Glenn started the RV.
The engines started.
Andrea looked at Glenn proudly, smiling.
Glenn smiled a small smile, surprised he fixed the RV.
Andrea chuckled softly.
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Greene House - Porch
Rick was walking past the house.
Jimmy, Beth and Damion were closing off the windows.
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Barn
Rick walked inside, climbing up a ladder.
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Upstairs
Carl and Allison were sitting together, talking quietly.
Rick stepped away from the ladder. "Hey, Lori said you'd be here." He looked at Allison, kneeling down. "Allison, can I talk to Carl alone for a moment?"
Allison nodded. "Okay."
"Thank you," Rick told her.
Allison stood up, walking toward the ladder, climbing down.
Rick sat down next to Carl.
Carl sighed. "Told Mom we would stand lookout. We got tired of helping around the house."
Rick nodded. He pulled out Daryl's gun that Ariana gave him, holding it out for Carl. "Take it." Carl stared from the gun to his father. "What happened to Dale had nothing to do with you."
Carl shook his head slightly. "He--he died, Dad."
Rick nodded. "Yeah. Yeah. Feels like there's a lot of that going around." He placed his hand on the back of Carl's head. "That's why I need you. No more kid stuff. I wish you could have the childhood I had, the one that Ari had, that Sam had in your age, but that's not gonna happen. People are gonna die. I'm gonna die. Mom. Ari could die... Sammy. There's no way you can ever be ready for it. I try to be, but I can't. The best we can do now is avoid it as long as we can, keep one step ahead. I wish I had something better to say, something--something more profound." He paused, giving a small nod. "My father was good like that. But I'm tired, son." He held the gun toward Carl. "Please take it."
Carl stared at the gun for a moment, taking the gun. Rick placed his hand on Carl's shoulder, both of them sitting in silence.
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Shed - Inside
Randall was still chained up. His wrists were bloody from pulling on the handcuffs.
The door opened.
Someone walked inside.
Randall froze in fear, sitting straight.
The unseen person closed the door quietly, walking past Randall, walking around. They grabbed a steel chair, placing it on the floor in front of Randall.
The loud noise from the chair made Randall jump slightly.
The person slowly sat down on the chair.
It was Shane.
Shane sighed softly, looking at Randall for a long moment. He looked down angrily, placing his hands on his head. He sighed quietly, lifting his head up. He stared at Randall again, looking around with his eyes. He hit himself on the side of his head, standing up, pulling his gun, aiming it on Randall's head.
Randall moved his head around in fear, not knowing what was going on.
Shane stared at Randall for a moment, looking behind him. He frowned slightly, grabbing Randall, pulling him forward forcefully, seeing the blood on his wrists. He looked back and forth between Randall and the handcuffs, realizing he was trying to slip out of his restraints, scoffing. He pushed him back, standing straight, taking a few steps back. He stared at Randall for another moment.
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Greene House - Outside
Daryl was at the back of the truck, placing a few bottles of water inside.
Sam walked toward him with a bag, handing it to him. "Here."
Daryl took it. "Thanks."
Daryl placed it inside the truck.
"Are you guys heading off now?" Sam asked.
Daryl nodded. "Your old man wants to get this over with quick."
T-Dog walked closer with Harley, holding a gun. "Only got so many arrows."
T-Dog handed the gun to Daryl.
Daryl studied the gun. "Is that Dale's gun?"
T-Dog nodded. "Yeah."
Daryl checked to see if it was full. "Wish I knew where the hell mine is."
T-Dog closed the back of the truck, shrugging.
Rick walked closer. "Ready?"
Daryl reached to his crossbow. "Yeah."
"I'll get the package," T-Dog told them, looking at the Dog. "Come on boy."
T-Dog started to walk away.
Harley barked once, running after T-Dog.
Rick looked at Sam. "We'll be back soon, alright? Look after your brother and Mom."
Sam nodded. "Don't worry."
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Elsewhere
Harley ran to the shed, sniffing the door.
T-Dog walked closer. "Yo, Randy." He banged on the door once. "Governor called, you're off the hook."
T-Dog started to unlock the lock. Harley growled. T-Dog unlocked the lock, opening the door. Harley looked inside, barking.
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Shed - Inside
T-Dog looked inside.
Randall wasn't there.
Harley ran to the blankets that Randall sat on, sniffing.
T-Dog looked worried, looking around. "Oh, hell no."
T-Dog ran out, leaving.
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Woods
Shane and Randall were walking in the woods.
Randall had a rope tied around his wrists and, his mouth and eyes were covered. He had trouble walking.
"Shh," Shane told him. "Go that way. Go on, go on." He pushed Randall forward, making him trip on a log. Shane pulled him to sit up, kneeling in front of him. "Shh, shh, shh, shh." He pulled the covers from Randall's eyes. "I get it. I'm the last face you probably want to see, huh? Listen, I'm gonna take you up out of here, okay? I'm gonna get this off of you so you can breathe, but I want you to keep quiet. You listen good. Do you hear me?" Randall nodded. Shane started to pull the duct tape from his mouth. "Don't do nothing stupid. Shh, shh, shh. Hey--hey, keep it quiet." Shane looked around. "Now your group, you know where they're at?"
Randall shook his head. "No, I don't. I really--"
Shane hit Randall in the head. "Okay. Get your little ass up here. Now I'm the only shot of you getting out of these woods alive. You hear me? Now you start talking, boy. Where are they at?"
Randall panted. "We had a camp set up off the highway, about five miles from here. Who knows if they're still there?"
"Okay," Shane told him. "So you gonna take me to 'em?"
Randall frowned. "Why?"
"Because, man, I--I'm just--I'm done with this group, man," Shane told him. "They doomed and I want no part of it. That's all."
"So you're not gonna kill me?" Randall asked.
Shane grabbed his arm. "Come on, man, if I was, you'd be dead. Come on."
Shane pulled Randall up to his feet, pulling him forward.
"Hey, you ain't gotta be so rough," Randall told him. Shane walked behind him, looking around. "We're on the same side now. You're gonna like it with us." Shane slowly pulled out his gun. "Gets a little crazy sometimes, but it's a tough bunch of guys. You'll fit in good."
Shane looked around. "Less talking, more walking."
"Look, I run my mouth when I get nervous," Randall told him. "I can't help it. I got a lot going on, you know?"
"It ain't all about you," Shane told him.
Randall disappeared behind one of the trees. "I--I ain't saying it's about me." Shane followed him. "Just trying to--"
We heard Randall's yell for a second. And then something snapping and falling.
Shane moved back from the trees without Randall. He looked at a tree, tilting his head, charging forward to it, scratching his head on the wood, falling down the ground. His nose was bleeding. Blood was dripping down from his nose to his chin.
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Greene Farm - Outside the Shed
Daryl was outside the shed with T-Dog and Damion.
°~•~°
Inside
Harley was sniffing the blankets Randall was sitting before.
Rick was kneeling next to him.
Andrea and Tyler were there.
°~•~°
Outside
Everyone ran closer.
Shane was watching from the woods.
"What's wrong?" Sam asked.
"Randall's missing," Daryl answered.
"Missing?" Jenny repeated. "How?"
"How long's he been gone?" Hershel asked.
"What's goin' on?" Lori asked.
"It's hard to say," Rick told them, stepping out from the shed. "The cuffs are still hooked. He must' slipped 'em."
"Is that possible?" Carol asked.
"It is if you've got nothing to lose," Andrea answered, stepping out.
Tyler followed. "Looks like Harley can't find his scent. How the hell does he know how to cover his scent?"
"He can't," Damion told them.
Harley sniffed the floor, walking out of the shed, sniffing.
"The door was secured from the outside," Hershel told them, closing the door.
Shane kneeled down between the trees, holding his gun. He turned away, hiding the gun below the leaves. He breathed heavily, thinking for a moment. He stood up. "Rick!" He started to walk out of the woods. "Rick!"
Everyone turned to him.
"What happened?" Ariana asked.
"He's armed," Shane told them. "He's got my gun!"
"Are you okay?" Lori asked.
"I'm fine," Shane answered. "Little bastard just snuck up on me. He clocked me in the face."
Rick turned to everyone. "All right, Damion, Hershel, T-Dog, get everybody back in the house. Tyler, Glenn, Daryl, come with us."
Maggie and Ariana looked at Tyler and Glenn worriedly.
Shane looked at T-Dog. "T, I'm gonna need that gun."
"Just let him go," Carol told them. "That was the plan, wasn't it? To just let him go?"
Harley watched Shane, growling, sensing that something was wrong.
Rick looked at Harley, answering. "The plan was to cut him loose far away from here, not on our front step with a gun."
T-Dog handed a gun to Shane.
Rick, Shane, Tyler, Daryl and Glenn started to walk away.
"Don't go out there," Carol told them. "Ya'll know what can happen."
Rick called over his shoulder. "Get everybody back in the house. Lock all the doors and stay put!"
"Let's go, back in the house," Damion told them. Andrea wrapped an arm around Carol's shoulder, leading her to the house. "Let's move it."
Harley watched the men leave, growling.
"Come on, Harley," Allison told him, tagging on his collar.
Everyone walked to the house.
Harley ran to follow the men, barking.
"Looks like we have another member," Daryl told them.
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Woods
Shane leaded Harley, Rick, Tyler, Daryl and Glenn through the woods. "I saw him head up through the trees that way before I blacked out. I'm not sure how long."
"He couldn't have gotten far," Rick told them. Harley sniffed the leaves. "He's hobbled, exhausted."
"And armed," Glenn told them.
"So are we," Tyler told him.
Rick pointed at Daryl. "Can you track him?"
"No, I don't see nothing," Daryl answered. "And Harley can't get a scent..." Harley sniffed from the leaves to Shane's pants. "Except for Shane's."
"Hey, look, there ain't no use in tracking him, okay?" Shane asked. Rick looked at Harley as he continued to sniff Shane's pants. "He went that way. We need to pair up. We spread out, we just chase him down. That's it."
Harley moved away from Shane, growling softly.
"Kid weighs a buck-25 soaking wet," Daryl told him, turning to Shane. "You trying to tell us he got the jump on you?"
"I say a rock pretty much evens those odds, wouldn't you?" Shane asked.
"Alright, knock it off," Rick told them. He looked at Daryl. "You, Ty, Glenn and Harley start heading up the right flank. Me and Shane'll take the left. Remember, Randall's not the only threat out there. Keep an eye out for each other."
Rick started to walk away.
Shane watched him go, following.
°~•~°
Night - Greene Farm - Greene House - Outside
T-Dog was watching through the window from inside, moving away.
°~•~°
Inside - Allison's Room
Carl was looking out the window.
Allison was on her bed, getting up. "I'll be right back."
Carl looked at her, nodding.
Allison walked out.
Carl turned to the window, holding up a pair of binoculars, looking through them to see if he can find Rick, Harley, Shane, Daryl, Glenn and Tyler, moving them away from his eyes.
°~•~°
Woods
Shane and Rick were walking between the trees.
Rick looked at Shane's nose. "Looks like it's busted pretty bad."
They stopped walking.
"It's fine, man," Shane told him, walking away. "Don't worry about me."
Rick watched him go, following.
°~•~°
Elsewhere
Harley was sniffing around, whimpering.
Daryl was looking at the leaves, slowing to a stop. "This is pointless. You guys got a light?"
Tyler held up a flashlight, handing it to Daryl.
Daryl shone the flashlight on the leaves. Harley stood next to him. Daryl sighed, moving away.
°~•~°
Elsewhere
Shane and Rick were walking. They stopped. Shane looked over at Rick to see he was already staring at him.
Shane slowly turned forward, walking away.
Rick looked around, following.
°~•~°
Elsewhere
Daryl, Glenn, Tyler and Harley were walking.
"We're just back to square one," Glenn told them.
Harley stopped, sniffing the leaves. He moved his nose from the leaves for a moment, sniffing again, walking.
Tyler followed Harley. "If you're gonna do a thing, you might as well do it right."
"Follow the dog," Daryl told them. He and Glenn followed Tyler and Harley. "Think he's getting something."
°~•~°
Elsewhere
Shane and Rick continued on walking. Shane glanced toward Rick. Rick was looking forward.
°~•~°
Elsewhere
Harley had leaded Daryl, Tyler and Glenn to the spot Shane killed Randall.
Daryl was shining the flashlight on the leaves. "There's two sets of tracks right here. Shane must've followed him a lot longer than he said." Harley looked at a tree, whimpering. Daryl shined the flashlight on the tree. Shane's blood was on the tree. "There's fresh blood on this tree." Daryl frowned, looking around at the leaves. "There's more tracks. Looks like they're walking in tandem."
Daryl followed the tracks.
Tyler and Harley followed.
Glenn looked around, following, bumping accidentally into Tyler. "Sorry."
"Yeah, there was a little dust up right here," Daryl told them.
"What?" Tyler asked. "Like something bad happened?"
Daryl nodded. "Something went down."
Glenn sighed. "It's getting weird."
Daryl stopped, shining the flashlight on a rope. "Had a little trouble."
Glenn picked the rope up.
Daryl shined the flashlight on it.
They heard a branch snapping. Glenn, Tyler and Daryl turned around, moving to hid behind the trees.
Harley moved to stand next to Daryl.
Glenn peered around the tree he was hiding, seeing a silhouette of a person walking.
Tyler handed Glenn a hammer.
They all waited.
The person was walking toward them.
Glenn stepped forward. He shined his flashlight at the person.
It was Randall... but he was a Walker.
Walker!Randall growled, tackling Glenn to the ground, trying to bit him. Daryl shot an arrow, missing Walker!Randall's head. Walker!Randall turned to Daryl, growling. Harley ran toward Walker!Randall's biting his arm, pulling him away from Glenn. Tyler pulled out his machete, smashing it into Walker!Randall's head, killing him.
Glenn stood up, standing between Tyler and Daryl.
Tyler sighed, looking at the body. "Guess we found Randall."
Tyler pulled the machete out from Randall's head.
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Elsewhere
Shane and Rick were still walking.
"Does this way feel right?" Rick asked.
They stopped walking.
Shane looked at Rick. "As right as any."
"Snatched your gun, huh?" Rick asked, skeptically.
Shane scoffed. "Yeah, it's my favorite piece too. Gonna wish he'd--Wish he'd killed me when I find his sorry ass." Rick looked away. "Go on."
Rick walked past Shane.
Shane watched him go, following.
°~•~°
Elsewhere
Daryl was examining Randall, looking at his neck. "Got his neck broke." He turned the body around, looking under his shirt. "He's got no bites."
"Yeah, none you can see," Glenn told him.
"No, I'm telling you he died from this," Daryl told them, pointing at the Randall's broken neck.
Tyler frowned. "How's that possible?"
Daryl, Tyler and Glenn exchanged a look, looking at Randall's body, standing up.
Daryl pulled his arrow from a tree, looking at Harley, starting to walk away. "Come on, boy."
Harley followed.
Glenn and Tyler looked at the body one last time, turning around, following Daryl and the dog.
°~•~°
Hill
Rick and Shane walked up the hill.
"You say he got you with a rock?" Rick asked.
Shane was walking from behind Rick. "That's what I said."
"Inside the shed?" Rick asked sarcastically. "'Cause that door was shut when T-Dog rolled up."
"I saw that too," Shane told him, slowing to a stop. "Must've slipped through the rafters in the roof."
Rick stopped walking, looking down. He put his gun inside his holster, looking to the side. "So this is where you planned to do it?"
"It's a good place as any," Shane told him.
"At least have the balls to call this what it is," Rick told him. Shane pulled out his gun. Rick turned to him. "Murder." They circled each other. "You really believe if you walk back onto that farm alone--No me, no Randall--"
"I want you to hush up," Shane told him.
Rick ignored him. "You really believe they're gonna buy whatever bullshit story you cook up?"
They stopped.
"That's just it, it ain't no story," Shane told him. "I saw that prisoner shoot you down. I ran after him. I snapped his neck. It ain't gonna be easy, but Lori. Ari, Sam and Carl, they'll get over you. They done it before. They just gonna have to."
Shane aimed his gun at Rick.
"Why?" Rick asked. They circled each other. "Why now? I thought we worked this all out."
Shane scoffed. "We tried to kill each other, man. What you think? We just gonna forget about it all? We gonna ride off into the sunset together?"
"You're gonna kill me in cold blood?" Rick asked. "Screw my wife? Have my children--my children--call you Daddy?" They stopped circling each other. "Is that what you want? That life won't be worth a damn. I know you." Rick shook his head. "You won't be able to live with this."
"What you know about what I can live with?" Shane asked, lowering his gun. "You got no idea what I can live with, what I live with! You wanna talk about what I can do, Rick? How about what you can do? Here I am." He put his gun away, lifting his arms to both of his sides. "Come on, man. Raise your gun."
Rick shook his head. "No. No, I will not."
"What happened, Rick?" Shane asked. "I thought you weren't the good guy anymore. Ain't that what you said? Even right here, right now, you ain't gonna fight for 'em? I'm a better father than you, Rick. I'm better for Lori than you, man. It's 'cause I'm a better man than you, Rick. 'Cause I can be here and I'll fight for it. You come back here and you just destroy everything! You got a broken woman. You got weak kids. You ain't got the first clue on how to fix it." He pulled out the gun, aiming it at Rick. "Raise your gun."
"You're gonna have to kill an unarmed man," Rick told him. He held his arms out, lowering his hand to the holster. "Watch my hand. Nice and easy." He reached to his gun, pulling it out. "Easy does it." He held the gun up. "Now listen to me, Shane. There is still a way back from this. Nothing has happened here." They slowly approached each other. "We're gonna lay down our guns and we're gonna walk back to the farm... Together. Back to Lori. Back to Ari. Back to Sammy. Back to Carl." Shane reached to Rick's gun. Rick had his hand behind his back, "Put this all behind us."
Shane grabbed the gun. Rick pulled out a knife, stabbing Shane in the chest, making him groan in pain, pulling on the trigger of his gun.
(Song) Leaving the Banoi - Pawel Blaszczak
Shane gasped for air. Blood started to pour out of his mouth.
Rick lowered him on the grass. "Damn you for making me do this, Shane. This was you, not me! You did this to us! This was you, not me--not me!" He pulled out the knife from Shane's chest. Shane gasped for air, moving his hand from the wound, looking at Rick. Rick had tears in his eyes. "Not me!" Shane gasped, unable to speak. Rick held Shane's hand, watching as his best friend's head turning away from him, not moving anymore. Rick sobbed, looking away. He shouted up into the air. "Son of..."
Rick stood up, rubbing his hands on his face.
(End of Song)
°~•~°°~•~°
There were flashes of Walkers.
°~•~°
Hill
Shane's body was still lying on the grass with his eyes opened.
Rick was standing above Shane's body, looking shocked by what he did.
°~•~°
There were more flashes of Walkers.
°~•~°
Hill
Shane's body was still lying on the grass, his face was slowly moving.
Rick didn't notice, sitting next to Shane's body, looking away, nodding slightly.
°~•~°
There were flashes of Walkers.
°~•~°
Hill
Shane's body was still lying on the grass, his face was slowly moving.
Rick didn't notice.
He heard Carl's voice. "Dad?"
Rick turned around.
Carl was standing there, holding a gun.
Rick slowly stood up. "Carl." He walked toward him. "You know... you should be back home with Ari, Sam and Mom." Carl held up his gun, aiming it forward. Rick stopped. Behind Rick, Shane stood up. He was a Walker. Walker!Shane tilted his head, slowly walking toward them. Rick didn't knew, staring at Carl as if thinking his son was going to shot him. "Just--just put the--Put the gun down. It's not what it seems. Please."
Carl shot Walker!Shane in the head, killing him. Rick turned to see the body fall, shocked and confused, looking at Carl. Carl panted, relief.
°~•~°
Woods
There were many Walkers around. They all turned their heads to the side, walking.
°~•~°
Hill
(Song) The End of Innocence - The Global Stage Orchestra
Carl and Rick walked toward Shane's body.
Rick held his hand out form Carl. "Wait, wait, wait, wait."
Rick walked closer to Shane's body, looking down at him.
The shot moved up to the air as Rick kneeled neck to Shane's body, and Carl walked closer. There was a herd of Walkers walking out from the woods, heading toward them.
(End of Song)