Vatos

Season 1, Episode 4

## Cast Guide

Starring
Andrew Lincoln as Rick Grimes
Jon Bernthal as Shane Walsh
Sarah Wayne Callies as Lori Grimes
Laurie Holden as Andrea Harrison
Jeffrey DeMunn as Dale Horvath
Steven Yeun as Glenn Rhee
Chandler Riggs as Carl Grimes

Also Starring
Emma Bell as Amy Harrison
Andrew Rothenberg as Jim West
Juan Gabriel Pareja as Julian Morales
Norman Reedus as Daryl Dixon

**Vatos** is the fourth episode of the first season of Fanon *The Walking Dead*. It is the fourth episode overall.

## Plot Synopsis

Rick returns to Atlanta to fulfill a promise he made as Dale deals with a situation back at camp.

## Episode

### No Crying In The Boat

The quiet distilled waters of the quarry glistened in the beaming sun as Andrea and Amy sat in a canoe, slowly drifting through the water. Amy paid deep attention to her fishing pole, the line tens of feet away in the water, as Andrea intently glared at Amy’s face, chalking up a half smile.

“What?” Amy finally asked, noticing Andrea’s intense glare.

“Nothing.” Andrea chuckled, turning her attention back to her fishing pole.

“It’s not nothing. It’s always something.”

“Didn’t dad teach you to tie nail knots?” Andrea joked, her eyes not shifting from her own ple once more.

“No…” Amy retorted, scoffing, “Why would he do that? He only ever used a fisherman’s knot. *One* knot.”

“No, he didn’t.” Andrea insisted, “No, he tied *at least* three.”

“Clinch knots?”

“No way, fine, I’m making it up.” Andrea sarcastically remarked waving her free hand up. “Did dad teach you mostly dry lures?”

“Yeah, you?”

“Wet.”

“You’re kidding.” Amy responded in bewilderment, “But he was always so adamant. I mean, you know dad and 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.”

“People change. It’s not his fault we were born twelve years apart.”

“No. No.” Amy demanded, getting louder, “Because the minute you went off for 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?” Andrea somberly queried.

“Because he knew we were so different.” Amy mumbled, tears welling up in her eyes that she quickly wiped away, “He knew that you needed to catch the fish and I needed to throw them back.”

Andrea comforted her sister, rubbing her back as Amy let out a slight sob, “Alright, alright..remember his rule. No crying in the boat,” Andrea told her sister as she let out a slight choke as tears welled up, “It scares the fish.”

“Mom and dad…” Amy wondered, “Maybe Florida wasn’t hit so bad. Maybe it’s better there. Do you think?”

Andrea wondered for a moment as she quickly realized Amy had gotten a bite on her hook, “You got a bite. Even with the wrong knots.”

“Oh, God. So much for the no crying rule.” Amy joked as she tugged on her fishing pole and began reeling it in, excitedly awaiting to see her prize.

“I think that was more for dad than the fish.” Andrea let out a chuckle, watching Amy pull the fish in. In the distance, Dale watches the two atop his RV with his binoculars. He smiles seeing the girls bonding and fishing together, before shifting his sight to a clearing near camp, where he sees Jim, standing with a shovel. Nearby, several holes have been dug. Dale pulled the binoculars away, bewildered.

### Title Card

The title card depicts Dale Horvath atop his RV in the camp holding binoculars in his right hand with a rifle strapped to his back.

### Trails

As the group reels from their discovery atop the roofs of Atlanta, Daryl seethes alone in a corner, huffing within earshot of Rick, Glenn, and T-Dog, who search the area around Merle’s severed hand. Suddenly, Daryl turns, grunting as he withdraws his crossbow, aiming it directly at T-Dog’s head, however, Rick draws his Colt Python, pointing it to the side of Daryl’s head. The three men standoff for a moment, with Glenn just behind Rick staring in shock.

“I won’t hesitate,” Rick warns the redneck, “I don’t care if every walker in the city hears it.”

Daryl’s eyes flicker, both at Rick in his peripheral and T-Dog directly in front of him, “Fuck it.” He mutters, lowing his crossbow. Rick lowers his gun as well, as Daryl approaches Merle’s hand, “You got a durag or somethin’?” Daryl asks T-Dog, as the man scoffs in response.

T-Dog then withdraws a durag from his pocket, handing it to Daryl. Daryl slowly picks up the hand using the durag, wrapping it up then placing it in Glenn’s bag as the younger man gags in response, and Daryl quips, “Guess the hacksaw was too dull for the cuffs. Ain’t that a bitch…”

Daryl notices a slight trail of blood on the ground, “Must’ve used a tourniquet, be more blood if he hadn’t.” Daryl begins following the trail, with the rest of the group following quick behind him, as T-Dog grabs the bag of Dale’s tools.

### Issues

Andrea and Amy walk back to camp, a belt of fish clad around each of their torsos, as Morales quickly approaches the two, chuckling in anticipation, “Oh…would you look at that? Check it out!” Morales laughs once more, grabbing the belt of fish Amy offered to him, “Ladies…because of you, my children will eat tonight. Thank you.”

“Thank Dale. It’s his canoe and gear.” Andrea responds, handing her belt of fish over to Morales, as well, while Carl and Lori approach the trio.

“Mom, look. Look at all the fish!” Carl yelps, excited and pointing at the fish Morales is holding.

“Thank you.” Lori tells the two women, while Carl gazes excitedly at the fish behind her, “Where did you two learn to do that?”

“Our dad.” Amy answers, glancing at Andrea with a smile.

“Can you teach me to do that?!” Carl gleefully requests.

“Sure. I’ll teach you all about nail knots and stuff,” Amy tells the boy, then looking at Lori for approval, “If that’s okay.”

“You won’t catch me arguing.” Lori agrees, as she returns to her seat where she was sowing.

“Hey, Dale!” Andrea shouts to atop the RV, as Dale gazes off into the distance, “When’s the last time you oiled the line reels? They are a disgrace.” Andrea jokes, however, Dale is still fixed onto the distance, “Dale?”

Dale finally offers Andrea his attention, glancing around at all of the survivors, before offering a sly warning, “I, uh, don’t wanna alarm anyone, but we may have a bit of a problem.”

He points into the direction of Jim, as Shane approaches the group. The group watches in the distance as Jim continues digging holes in the clearing.

### Dumb Dead Bastards

Rick, Glenn, Daryl, and T-Dog continue their search, entering the break room of an old office building, as Daryl quickly approaches a stove, still lighted, with a belt sitting atop.

“Merle!” Daryl shouts, rapidly looking around as he approaches the stove. He picked up a dirty Bunsen burner, heat radiating off of it. As he looks at the burner, he notices a glob of skin and blood.

“He cauterized it.” Rick mutters, taking a look at the bunsen burner, before Daryl puts it back on the stove.

“Told you he was tough,” Daryl informs the man, “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 bustin’ out this death trap.” Daryl points out a smashed window leading to a fire escape on the outside of the building. The group approaches the window, looking outside.

“He left the building!? Why the hell would he do that?” Glenn asks in a haze, bewildered at the idea of roaming the walker-infested streets with a freshly amputated hand.

“He’s out here alone as far as he knows, doin’ what he’s gotta do. Surviving.” Daryl confidently suspects.

“But he’d just be wandering out there, probably gonna pass out. What are his odds out there?” T-Dog wonders as Daryl is visibly upset by T-Dog’s remarks.

“No worse than bein’ handcuffed and left to rot by you sorry pricks. You couldn’t kill him. Ain’t so worried about some dumb, dead bastard.”

“How about a thousand dumb dead bastards? Different story?” Rick asks, grasping Daryl’s arm to prevent the man from hopping out to the fire escape to track Merle down.

“Why don’t you take a tally? Do what you want. I’m gonna go get him.” Daryl attempts to pull away, but Rick tightens his grip, “Get your hands off me!”

Rick pulls Daryl in closer, “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 can help you check a few blocks around, but only if we keep a level head.”

Daryl ends his resistance, glaring intently into Rick’s eyes, “Yeah. I can fuckin’ do that.”

“But we gotta get those guns first.” T-Dog chimes in, “I’m not strolling the streets of Atlanta with just my good intentions, okay?”

### A Hundred Times

Jim skirmishes around the clearing, digging hole after hole as a small group of his fellow survivors approach him in the clearing. Jim offers one quick glance before returning to his activities as Shane approaches the man closer than the others.

“Hey, Jim, hold up,” Shane closes in, “Gimme a second here, man.”

“What do you want?” Jim quickly responds, continuing his shoveling.

“We’re just a little concerned here, is all.” Shane crosses his arms, watching the man as he shovels.

“Dale says you’ve been out here for hours.” Morales butts in, causing Jim to glare over at Dale.

“What you diggin’ man? You headin’ to China?” Shane jokes with a chuckle, licking his lips and wiping his forehead of sweat.

“What’s it matter? I’m not hurtin’ anybody.” Jim planted his shovel in the ground, getting closer to confront Shane.

“Yeah, except maybe yourself. It’s a hundred degrees today, you can’t keep this up.

“Sure I can.” Jim bucks up even closer, “Watch me.”

Lori sighs just behind Shane, pulling Carl in closer, “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 nothin’ to be scared of!” Jim throws his hands up, “I mean, what the hell, people? I’m out here by myself so just go on and leave me the hell alone.”

“Jim, gimme the shovel.” Shane insists, reaching for the shovel, as Jim picks it back up the from the ground.

“Or what?” Jim retorts.

“There is no or what. I’m asking you, I’m coming to you and I’m asking you, please. I don’t wanna have to take it from you.”

Jim chuckles mockingly, “And if I don’t, then what. You gonna beat my face in like Ed Peletier, ain’t you?” Jim then addresses the crowd, “Y’all see his face, huh? What’s left of it.”

“That was different, Jim.” Shane seethes.

“You weren’t there, Ed.” Amy speaks up, “Ed was out of control, he was hitting his wife.”

“That is their marriage, that is not his. He is not judge and jury.” Jim responds before facing Shane once more, “Who voted you king boss, huh?”

“Jim, I’m not here to argue with you, alright? Just gimme the shovel, okay?” Shane insists, reaching for the shovel as Jim retracts.

“No. No!” Jim responds, shoving Shane by his chest, accidentally tearing off the buttons to Shane’s shirt. The younger man responds, edging closer as Jim swings the shovel at him, causing Shane to duck. Jim keeps swinging, then as Morales comes at his right side, Jim swings once more, whacking to the side of the man’s head.

“FUCK!” Morales shouts, falling to the ground as Jim stands over him in regret.

“Oh, shit.” Jim mutters, as Shane tackles him from the left side, knocking him to the ground. Shane pushes Jim’s hands behind his back to keep him in place.

“Jim, just stop,” Shane mutters, as Jim resists.

“Don’t!” Jim shouts, desperate to escape the man’s grasp.

“Jim, nobody’s gonna hurt you, man.” Shane promises.

“That’s a lie that’s the biggest lie there is.” Jim mutters in remorse as the group listens and Morales recovers from his attack with his wife’s assistance, getting back up and leaning against the woman as Jim continues, “I told that to my wife and my two boys. I said it a hundred times, and it didn’t matter. Dead came out of nowhere. Just…yanked ‘em from my hands. The only reason I got away was ‘cause the dead were too busy eating my family.”

The group, horrified, sits in silence, as Shane loosens his grip a bit and Lori crouches, covering her mouth in distress.

### The Plan

“You’re not doing this alone.” Rick speaks to Glenn, as the four men kneel on the ground before multiple figurines and a light chalk drawing of the area of the city they were inhabiting.

“Even I think it’s a bad idea,” Daryl backs Rick up, “and I don’t even like you very much.”

Glenn shakes his head, “It’s a good idea, okay? If we go out there as a group, we’re slow and draw a lot of attention. If I’m alone, I can move fast.”

Glenn uses a small tank figurine to mark the tank Rick had previously hid in when he first arrived in the city, and a pebble to indicate the bag of guns nearby.

“Look, that’s the tank, five blocks from where we are now. That’s the bag of guns. Here’s the alley,” Glenn points to an alley nearby drawn on the map, “I dragged you into when we first met. That’s where Daryl and I will go.”

“Why me?” Daryl asked, curious.

“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 somewhere else?” Rick asks, wondering where he and T-Dog fit in the equation, as Glenn points to another alley down the street.

“You and T go there.” Glenn insists.

“Two blocks away?” T-Dog asks, furrowing his brow.

“I may not be able to come back the same way. Walkers might cut me off, and I won’t be able to get 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. After, we meet back here.”

“Hey kid, what’d you do before all this?” Daryl asks, wondering how Glenn’s knowledge of the city’s layout was so vast.

“Delivered pizzas. Why?” Glenn looks around as Rick smiles, nodding his head and Daryl grunts as if everything made sense.

The group meets up outside after crawling down a ladder. They trek through the city, quietly until they arrive at the alley Glenn and Daryl will remain at. Rick and T-Dog sneak back to the other direction through another alley to reach their destination.

“You got some balls for a Chinaman.” Daryl jokes with Glenn.

“I’m Korean.” Glenn retorts.

“Whatever. You ready?”

“Ready as I can be…” Glenn mumbles, as he opens the gate to the alley and runs toward the back of guns. He evades multiple walkers, throwing the ones that get to close by their shoulders to the ground.

Back at the alley, Daryl kneels beside a dumpster, his crossbow aimed towards the gate, as he hears a can crunching behind him. He quickly turns, pointing the weapon toward an apprehensive, hispanic young boy, around 15.

“Woah, don’t shoot!” The boy yells.

“I’m looking for my brother. He’s hurt real bad. You seen him?” Daryl aggressively requests, as the boy nervously glances around.

“Ayudame!” He shouts for assistance.

“Shut the fuck up! You’re gonna bring the dead down on us. Answer me!” Daryl insists, following the boy in glancing around. The boy continues to shout for help.

Glenn converges on the bag of guns, picking it up along with Rick’s sheriff’s hat. He evaluates his options, noticing a large swarm of walkers coming from Rick and T-Dog’s direction. He decides to head back down the street he came from, sprinting.

In the distance, Rick and T-Dog hear the shouts for help from the young boy and quickly move, ready for trouble.

“Help! Help!” The young boy shouts, as Daryl aggressively grasps him by the shoulder. Suddenly, two older, hispanic men come running in from another alley. The larger man shoves Daryl down to the ground and the two begin kicking him. Glenn arrives and stands at the fence, stunned.

“That’s it, that’s the bag, Felipe, take it!” The smaller man points to Glenn and shoves his friend in Glenn’s direction. Felipe runs to Glenn, who attempts to take off, however, is grabbed and shoved into a car as it pulls up and the backdoor opens. Daryl watches as the smaller man follows Felipe and the younger boy attempts to follow, as well, however, Daryl grabs him by the ankle, causing him to fall. Daryl aims his crossbow, shooting Felipe in the buttocks as the man attempts to get in the car. He screams, and jumps in.

Daryl sprints toward the fence as walkers finally converge and slams the gate shut, then turns his attention back to the young boy, Miguel.

“I’m gonna kick your nuts up your throat!” He yells, shoving Miguel against a wall as Rick and T-Dog arrive from the backside of the alley, Rick pulling Daryl back.

“Chill, man, c’mon!” T-Dog shouts, his eyes fixed on the walkers at the fence.

“They took Glenn. The little bastard and his little bastard homie friends.” Daryl attempts to rush Miguel again, only to be pulled back by Rick.

“We’re cut off, Daryl. We gotta go. Now.” Rick glances at the fence, realizing Glenn had dropped his bag and hat on the ground. He retrieves the artifacts, then follows his friends back to their original building.

### Regret

Jim rests without any resistance as he sits tied to a large tree, a bucket of water next to him just outside of his reach. He watches as Lori and Carol teach Carl and Sophia, “home” schooling being their only methods of learning in this new world. Shane soon arrives alongside Daryl, bringing along a cup and a rag. Shane kneels beside the man, dipping the cup into the water.

“Jim, take some water?” Shane asks, offering it to the man. Jim nods, and Shane gently puts the cup up to Jim’s lips, allowing him to drink.

“Pour some on my head?” Jim requests, and Shane nods and pours a small amount onto the man’s head.

“Coolin’ you down, huh?” Shane asks, as he puts the cup down and grabs the rag, gently wiping Jim’s face.

“Yeah. How long you gonna keep me like this?”

“Until I don’t think you’re a danger to yourself or others.”

Jim nods, looking over at Lori and Carol, “Sorry if I scared your boy and your girl..”

Lori smiles at the man, “You had sunstroke, no one’s blaming you.”

“You’re not scared now, are you?” Jim asks the children.

“No, sir.” Sophia shyly answers the man before looking back down at her notebook.

“How’s Morales doing?” Jim asks Shane and Dale, worried that he had seriously harmed the man.

“He’s fine, resting up in that little makeshift medical tent we set up. Surely not enjoying the company. Ed Peletier still in there with him.” Dale answers, as Jim sighs in relief that there was no serious damage, “Jim, do you know why you were out there digging?”

“I had a reason.” Jim pauses, “Don’t remember. Something I dreamt last night.” Jim looks to Carl, “Your dad was in it. You were worried about him. Can’t remember the rest. You worried about your dad?”

Carl meekly looks at the man before bowing his head, “They’re not back yet.”

“We don’t need to talk about that.” Lori kindly insists, pointing at Carl’s notebook.

“Your dad’s a police officer, son.” Jim continues despite Lori’s decline of this conversation, “Probably just came across some folks needing help, that’s all. He’s tough as nails, I can see it in him. That right?”

“Oh, yeah.” Shane supports, smiling until he notices the displeasure on Lori’s face, “Who wants to help me clean some fish?” Shane asks the children.

“Sweet! Come on, Sophia.” Carl agrees, running alongside Sophia to join Shane as the three plus Dale take off toward the main campground.

“Stay with Carol!” Lori shouts, watching as Carol nods and goes to join them. Lori, however, stops to speak with Jim for a moment.

“You keep your boy close.” Jim requests in a more serious tone, “You don’t ever let him out of your sight.”

Lori pauses for just a moment, before nodding and setting off to join the others. Jim leans his head back against the tree and closes his eyes, resting for a moment.

### Interrogation

The boy, Miguel, sits in a plastic chair with his hands bound behind his back and a blindfold over his face. Rick abruptly and aggressively tears the blindfold from his face, then cuts the binds from the boy.

“Those men you were with, we need to know where they went.” Rick demands, getting close to the boy’s face.

“Man, I ain’t tellin’ you shit.” The boy meekly insists, rapidly looking around the room, “You’re the ones who jumped me, that puto right there. Screaming about finding his brother like it’s my damn fault.”

“They took Glenn. Coulda taken Merle, too.” Daryl insists, huffing and puffing in the corner of the room, in the shadows.

“Merle?” Miguel chuckles, “What kinda hick name is that? I wouldn’t name my dog Merle.”

Daryl loses it, running toward the boy and going in to kick him, however, he is pulled back by Rick and T-Dog before the blow can land.

“Dammit, Daryl, back off.” Rick insists, muttering into Daryl’s ear. Daryl walks back to Glenn’s backpack sitting on the ground and reaches in, “Wanna see what happened to the last guy that pissed me off?”

He grabs T-Dog durag from earlier, tossing it into MIguel’s hand. Miguel takes a moment to examine the item, opening the rag to see the severed hand inside. Miguel screams, throwing the hand across the room as Daryl rushes him yet again.

“This time we’ll start with the feet.” Daryl threatens as Rick holds him back.

“The men you were with. We just wanna talk to them, see if we can work somethin’ out.” Rick sternly pleads to the boy.

A short time later, Rick readies his weapons and bag of guns then looks to T-Dog at the entrance of the gates of an old brick building in the heart of Atlanta, “You ready for this?”

T-Dog nods, “Yeah.”

“One wrong move, you get an arrow in the ass.” Daryl tells Miguel, “Just so you know.”

“G’s gonna take that arrow out of my ass, and shove it up your’s. Just so you know.” Miguel snarkily responds, approaching the gates.

“G?” Rick asks him.

“Guillermo. He’s the man here.” Miguel informs them, as Rick nods.

“Alright then. Let’s go see Guillermo.”

### Vatos

Guillermo exits the brick building, glaring at Rick, as Daryl shoves Miguel ahead, the young boy blindfolded.

“You okay, little man?” Guillermo asks.

“They’re gonna cut off my feet, carnal.” Miguel informs his leader, his tone indicating his nervousness.

“Cops do that?” Guillermo asks, glancing at Rick’s police attire.

“Not him.” Miguel insists, pointing to Daryl, “This redneck puto here. He cut off some dude’s hand man he showed it to me.”

“Shut the fuck up.” Daryl mutters, as the man from earlier, Felipe, emerges from the building, aiming a small revolver at Daryl.

“Hey, that’s the fucker right there, homes! Shot me in the ass with an arrow!” He shouts, before turning his attention to Daryl, “What’s up homes? Huh?” He menacingly asks.

“Chill, ese, chill.” Guillermo calms the large man, before looking back to Rick, “This true? He wanna take Miguel’s feet? That’s pretty sick, man.”

“We were hoping for more of a calm discussion.” Rick advises with his shotgun still at the ready.

“That hillbilly jumps Felipe’s little cousin, beats on him, threatens to cut off his feet.” Guillermo shouts, “Felipe gets an arrow in the ass and you want a calm discussion? You fascinate me.”

“Heat of the moment. Mistakes were made,” Rick glances around at the man, “On both sides.”

“You got my brother in there?” Daryl requests, looking into the entrance of the building.

“Fresh outta white boys.” Guillermo informs him, “But we got an Asian. Interested?”

“I have one of your’s, you have one of mine. Sounds like an even trade.” Rick insists.

“Don’t sound even to me.”

Miguel makes a pleading face to Guillermo, “G, come on, man…”

“My people were attacked. Where’s the compensation for their pain and suffering? More to the point, where’s my bag of guns.” Guillermo glares at Rick once more.

“You’re mistaken.” Rick resounds.

“I don’t think so.”

“About it being yours. It’s my bag of guns.”

“That bag was in the street. Anybody could come around and say it was theirs. I’m supposed to take your word?” Guillermo rebutts as his gang readies their weapons, “What’s to stop my people from unloading on you right here and taking what’s mine?”

“You could do that.” Rick mutters, before looking up on the building to the left, where T-Dog aims with a sniper, pointed directly at Guillermo, “Or not.”

“C’mon man…make the trade.” T-Dog mumbles to himself.

Guillermo snaps his finger, looking up to the roof of his building, where two men appear, Glenn in tow, blindfolded and gagged.

“I see two options.” Guillermo informs Rick’s group, “You come back with Miguel and my bag of guns, everybody walks. Or you come back locked and loaded, and we see which side spills more blood.”

### Hell Hounds

Back at Rick and the group’s hideout, Rick unzips the bag of guns, dividing the spoils amongst himself, Daryl, and T-Dog.

“Them guns worth more than gold. Gold won’t protect your family or put food on the table. You gonna give that up for the kid?” Daryl asks, surely thinking that the guns were more valuable than Glenn.

“I’d trust it if I knew we’d get Glenn back. Question is, do you trust that man’s word?” T-Dog requests.

“What life I have I owe to Glenn. I was nobody to Glenn, just some dumbass in a tank. He could have walked away but he didn’t, and neither will I.” Rick insists, readying his Colt Python and shotgun.

“So you’re just gonna hand the guns over?” Daryl asks.

“Didn’t say that. There’s nothing keeping you two here, you should get out, head back to camp.”

“And tell your family what?” T-Dog inquired suspiciously, as Rick simply bows his head and sighs, rubbing the bridge of his nose.

“Just do like G says, man, c’mon this is nuts.” Miguel pleads.

Soon, the group arrives back at the Vatos hideout, Miguel in the front with his hands once more bound and his eyes blindfolded. The doors open and Guillermo and Felipe arrive, with some other Vatos members quickly behind them.

“I see my guns, but they’re not all in the bag.” Guillermo points to the bag around Rick’s shoulder and back.

“That’s because they’re not yours. Pretty sure I mentioned that.” Rick bantered with confidence.

“I don’t think you fully appreciate the gravity of the situation.”

“No, I’m pretty clear.” Rick advises as he cuts Miguel’s binds loose, “You have your man. I want mine.”

Guillermo, visibly aggravated, wipes his face and rapidly approaches Rick, “I’m gonna chop up your boy, 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,” Rick pumps his shotgun, aiming it directly at Guillermo’s chest, “We are.”

The two groups reach a standstill, both sides pointing guns at each other, as an elderly woman emerges from the front doors, “Felipe! Felipe!”

Rick glares in confusion at the woman who approaches Felipe.

“Abuela, go back with the others, now.” Felipe mutters to the woman.

“Best get that old lady out the line of fire.” Daryl shouts, his crossbow still pointed at Felipe.

“Abuela, listen to your mijo, okay? This is not the place for you right now.” Guillermo tells the old woman, who looks around confused.

“Mr. Gilbert, he having trouble breathing. He need asthma stuff. Carlitos no find it. He need his medicine.” The woman pleads with Guillermo.

“Felipe, go take care of it, and take your grandmother with you.” Guillermo insists to his right hand.

“Who are these men?” The old woman asks, looking directly at Rick, “Don’t you take him!”

“Ma’am?” Rick asks, confused.

“Felipe’s a good boy. He have his trouble but he pull himself together. We need him here.”

Rick finally realizes the woman has been looking at his police uniform and badge, “Ma’am, I’m not here to arrest your grandson.”

“Then why you want him for?”

An idea sparks in Rick’s mind, “We’re searching…for a missing person. A boy named Glenn.”

“The Asian boy?” The old woman sparks up, “He with Mr. Gilbert, I show you! Come, come!”

The woman takes Rick’s free hand and leads him toward the back rooms. Confused, Rick glances at Daryl and T-Dog. The latter shrugs, and the two follow.

Deeper into the facility, Rick and the group realize they have entered a bustling nursing home with many elderly being cared for by the members of the Vatos. Finally they arrive at the gymnasium where they find Felipe and Glenn attending to the man, Mr. Gilbert.

“What the hell is this?” Rick asks, glaring at Felipe as Guillermo arrives, as well, joining the man.

“An asthma attack.” Glenn informs them, “Couldn’t get his breath all of a sudden.”

“We thought you were bein’ eaten by dogs man!” T-Dog shouts, as Glenn looks over to a couple of Chihuahuas sitting on a small bed nearby.

“Can I have a word with you?” Rick mutters to Guillermo, pulling him aside as Glenn, Daryl, and T-Dog follow, “You are the dumbest son of a bitch I ever met. We walked in here ready to kill every last one of you. If we had, that blood would be on my hands.”

“Mine, too. We’d have fought back,” Guillermo retorts as they arrive in a supply closet, “Wouldn’t be the first time we had to. Protect the food, the medicine…what’s left of it. These people, the staff just took off, left ‘em here to die. Me and Felipe were the only ones who stayed.”

“What are you, doctors?” Rick inquired.

“Felipe’s a nurse…a special care provider. Me? I’m the custodian.” Guillermo informs them, as Rick sighs in disbelief.

“What about the rest?”

“The Vatos trickled in to check on their parents, grandparents. They see how things are and most decide to stay. It’s a good thing, too, we need the muscle.”

“That what you think we were? Bandits?”

“Couldn’t know for sure. My people got attacked and you show up with Miguel hostage…appearances, man.”

“Guess the world has changed.” T-Dog chimes in, as Rick opens the bag of guns and begins splitting up the weapons for the Vatos.

“Well, it looks like these people look up to you, G.” Rick tells the man as he hands him his shotgun, “They look to you because they can. Keep ‘em safe, like you’ve been doing.”

Guillermo nods, accepting the shotgun as Rick and his group prepare to depart. As they exit the nursing home, Glenn jokes with Rick, “Admit it, you only came back to Atlanta for the hat.”

“Don’t tell anybody.” Rick chuckles.

“You gave away half our guns and ammo!” Daryl yells, clearly displeased with the results of their encounter with the Vatos, “For what? Bunch of old farts who are gonna fuckin’ drop any second now anyway? Seriously, how long you think they got?”

“How long do any of us?” Rick offers in rebuttal, as the group approaches the tracks where they had left the truck before, and Rick comes to a realization, “Shit.”

The truck was gone. The group looks around, surely confused about where they had left it.

“Man, where the hell’s our van?!” Daryl yells in distress.

“Merle.” Rick mutters.

“Fuck…” Daryl responds, “He’s gonna be taking some vengeance back to camp.”

### Camp Life

As the sun sets over the horizon in the distance, Andrea searches the cabinets of the RV, mumbling to herself as Dale enters, looking confused at her, “Wrapping paper, color tissue, anything?”

“Excuse me?” He asks, leaning against a wall.

“How can you not have any?”

“Had I been informed of the impending apocalypse, I’d have stocked up.” He joked, still confused as to Andrea’s intentions.

“It’s Amy’s birthday tomorrow. I’ve been marking the days on the calendar just to make sure.” Andrea informs him, burying her face in her hands in distress, before revealing the mermaid necklace she had looted from Atlanta, “You don’t give a gift unwrapped.”

“Deep breath. I’m sure we’ll find something.” Dale tells the woman, joining in her search.

Just outside the RV near the unlit campfire, Shane and Carl walk away from the site, approaching Jim who was now freely walking around camp. Shane approaches the man first, “Hey, Jim. How you feeling, man?”

“I’m better now.” Jim remarks, “More myself.”

“I hope you understand the need for the little timeout. I’ve got others to think about, and I just wanna make sure there’s not…hard feelings.”

“There’s not. I do understand.” Jim chalks up a smile, as Shane pats him on the shoulder.

“Okay then. How about you come join us? Big ol’ fish fry.”

“I’d like that very much.”

Shane, Carl, and Jim walk past the makeshift medical tent as Carol and Sophia enter, who see Morales sitting with his family in one corner, while Ed lies sleeping in the bed closest to the entrance.

“Hey, ladies.” Morales meekly greets them, still feeling the residual damage from a shovel to the head.

“Hi, Morales.” Carol greets him, before looking at Ed, “Ed, why don’t you come outside with everybody?”

“Hell with them fuckers. Wouldn’t piss on ‘em if their heads were on fire.” Ed coldly responds, not meeting Carol’s gaze. Carol exits the tent, and Sophia goes to follow, however, Ed grasps onto her wrist, not letting her go, “Hey, how ‘bout you stay here? Keep your daddy company.”

“Ed,” Carol insists, pulling Sophia from his grasp, “She wants to join in.” Carol and Sophia exit the tent heading towards the campfire as Shane prepares it.

“Fine! Hell with the both of you. Ain’t need need in bothering me no more.” He glares at Morales and his family, as Miranda, Louis, and Eliza exit the tent. Morales gazes at Ed, shaking his head while rubbing his temples.

### Conquer

On the trail leading to camp, Rick, Glenn, Daryl, and T-Dog sweatily jog back up the trail, having run for half the day since losing their vehicle. They see, far in the distance, a fire burning.

“Pass the fish, please.” Miranda asks back at the campfire, receiving some fish from Jim.

“I’ve gotta ask you, man, it’s been so crazy.” Morales asks Dale, still dazed from his wound, however, ready to eat, “That watch.”

“What’s wrong with my watch?” Dale requests, looking at the gold watch clad on his wrist.

“I see you. Every day, the same time, winding that thing like a village priest saying mass.”

“I’ve wondered this myself.” Jacqui chuckles.

“I’m missing the point.” Dale wonders, looking around at both Jacqui and Morales.

“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.” Morales chuckles, “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?” Dale announces, looking to Andrea for support, however, she just giggles, “I like…I like what 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.*”

The group sits in silence for a moment, reflecting upon Dale’s words before Amy speaks up, “You are *so* weird.”

Laughter erupts around the campfire, as Dale even joins in the laughter, “It’s not me. It’s Faulkner, William Faulkner. Maybe I paraphrased a bit poorly.”

Morales chuckles, getting up from his seat, grasping Dale’s shoulder in a friendly manner, “Glad i got an explanation. Kinda.” Morales looks to his wife, “I gotta grab my bag, left it in the tent with Ed. Don’t trust the guy not to sift through it.” He looks to Carol, “No offense.”

Carol meekly smiles at the man, and continues eating her fish, as Amy slyly gets up between her and Andrea.

“Where are you going?” Andrea quickly and instinctively asks her younger sister.

“I have to pee.” Amy responds quietly, as the group begins laughing once more, “Jeez, try to be discreet around here…”

At the medical tent, Morales enters, going to the corner to grab his back, as Ed notices the man, “Fuck you want?”

“My stuff, Ed. Go back to sleep.” Morales informs the man with a disrespectful demeanor while searching for his bag in the corner.

“Make it quick.” Ed insists, glaring at the entrance of the tent as a hand shuffles around it, “Who the hell is there now?”

Ed jumps up, going for the flap of the tent as whoever is out there is just gently flailing around it. Ed opens the flap, only to make out the figure staring directly at him, “Oh…”

Amy exits the RV, her hand resting on the door, as she asks the group from a distance, “Got any toilet paper?”

As she asks this, a walker emerges from her left side, having been hidden behind the door, and tears into Amy, taking a large chunk from her arm. The woman screams, as the group around the campfire realizes the situation and screams erupt from them, the group scatter. Andrea realizes what is happening, and quickly jumps up, running to her sister.

“AMY!” Andrea shouts, as Lori grabs Carl, and Shane protectively hovers over the two, readying his shotgun and firing at walkers.

The dead pour into the camp.

On the trail nearby, Rick and his group hear gunfire erupting from the camp, alongside screams. Rick picks up the pace, “Oh, my God…”

“Go! Go!” Glenn shouts, as the group begins sprinting up the trail, nearing the camp.

In the tent, Morales notices a walker standing at the entrance right in front of Ed. Ed freezes in fear, as Morales runs forward, “Shit, Ed!”

Morales attempts to push the walker, however, he trips over Ed’s leg, falling outside of the tent. As he attempts to get up, he turns onto his back to see multiple walkers converging onto him. They tear into Morales’ stomach first, ripping him open as he screams in agony. He glares over at Ed in his final moments, as the man remains frozen.

One walker takes notice of Ed, entering the tent groggily. Ed cowardly attempts to back away but falls backwards, and the walkers land on top of him, going for his face first, chewing his nose off of his face. The man screams in immense pain as more walkers pour into the tent.

By the fire, Jim grabs a baseball bat and assists in taking down the walkers, slamming his bat down onto one of their skulls as it nears Carol and Sophia.

“Shane! Shane, what do we do?” Lori requests, holding Carl close between herself and Shane as she clutches Shane’s arm.

“Stay close to me.” Shane insists, looking to the RV. At the RV, the walker attacking Amy had pulled her down, and bites deep into her neck. Andrea arrives, screaming and sobbing, as Jim quickly follows, knocking the walker to the ground and bashing its head in.

“No, no, oh God, oh God…” Andrea shouts, kneeling beside Amy as the latter woman falls to the ground.

“Help…me…” Amy pleads, choking on her own blood as the life drains from her face.

“Oh, God…I don’t know what to do I don’t know---”

Nearby, Shane continues leading Lori and Carl to somewhere safe, shooting any walker that gets in the way. As a walker approaches his backside, ready to take a bite, it is shot down by Rick.

“Go! Clear the camp! Now!” Rick demands to Glenn, Daryl, and T-Dog as they begin firing at the walkers. Shane turns to Rick, sighing in relief.

“Y’all get to the RV, NOW!” Daryl shouts, waving the survivors toward the small sanctuary, grabbing a hunter’s knife to attack the dead.

“Lori! Carl!” Rick shouts, after glancing around the camp to realize the majority of the threat has been neutralized, sans a few stragglers that Glenn, Daryl, and T-Dog were quickly disposing of. Lori and Carl run from Shane’s grasp, joining Rick in a hug. Shane watches on, desperately gasping for air. Jim rejoins the group, placing his hands at his knees to catch his breath, as well, and dropping his bloodied bat.

Nearby, Andrea remains, cradling Amy as the latter slowly dies, “Amy, I don’t know what to do, Amy, oh God…”

Amy groggily caresses Andrea’s cheek, “Love…” She attempts to mumble, as her eyes flutter and blink once last time before locking in on the stars above her. Andrea gently shakes her sister, desperately attempting to garner a reaction.

“No, no, Amy…” Andrea mumbles, before a shout erupts from her abruptly along with heavy sobs, “Amy! Amy!”

The group nearby watches as Andrea continues to shout her sister’s name, rocking her body in a hopeless attempt to wake her. Andrea sobs onto her sister, and Carl begins crying and hugging his father just behind, while Lori watches, horrified.

“I remember my dream now,” Jim announces, hauntingly, “Why I dug the holes.”

The group surveys their losses and the bodies of the walkers as the fire continues burning behind them.

## Co-Stars

* IronE Singleton as T-Dog
* Jeryl Prescott Sales as Jacqui Moore
* Adam Minarovich as Ed Peletier
* Melissa McBride as Carol Peletier
* Madison Lintz as Sophia Peletier
* Maddie Lomax as Eliza Morales
* Noah Lomax as Louis Morales
* Neil Brown Jr. as Guillermo Gomez
* Anthony Guajardo as Miguel Acosta
* Gina Morelli as Gina Gutierrez
* Noel Gugliemi as Felipe Gutierrez
* Viviana Chavez-Vega as Miranda Morales

## Deaths

* Julian Morales
* Ed Peletier
* Amy Harrison
* Numerous unnamed members of the Atlanta Survivor Camp

## Trivia

* This episode is Dale-centric.
* First (and last) appearance of Guillermo Gomez. (Unknown)
* First (and last) appearance of Miguel Acosta. *(Unknown)*
* First (and last) appearance of Felipe Gutierrez. *(Unknown)*
* First (and last) appearance of Gina Gutierrez. *(Unknown)*
* Last appearance of Amy Harrison. *(Alive)*
* Last appearance of Julian Morales. *(Alive)*
* Last appearance of Ed Peletier. *(Alive)*
* This episode features 12 chapters.