The following is a transcript of Episode 1: A New Day of Telltale Games' The Walking Dead: Season 1.

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Police Car

A police officer is driving a police car down the road in the daytime. He adjusts the rearview mirror in his car to look at the passenger, Lee, who is handcuffed in the backseat.

Policeman: Well, I reckon you didn't do it, then.

Lee: Why do you say that? Lee: You know what they say about reckoning. Policeman: Ha, I don't, but I reckon it's a lot like assumin'. Lee: Yeah, something like that. Lee: Does it really matter? Policeman: Nah, not much. Policeman: Hmm. Nope, definitely not.

Policeman: Y'know, I've driven a buncha fellas down to this prison. Lord knows how many. Usually is 'bout now I get the "I didn't do it."

Lee: And what do you say? Policeman: I say, "Yep, I know ya didn't." Lee: Not from me. Policeman: 'Cause guys in your position already said it enough? Lee: Every time? Policeman: EVERY time. Policeman: Hmmm, but you don't talk too much, do ya?

Police Radio: We've got what looks like a 10-91E near Peachtree Exit of 285. All cars asked to keep on the lookout for a 91V in the area.

Lee looks at the rearview mirror.

Policeman: I followed your case a little bit, you being a Macon boy and all.

Lee: You're from Macon then. Policeman: Yep. Came up to Atlanta to be a city cop in the seventies. Always wanted to work a murder case, like that senatorial mess you got yourself mixed up in, with all due respect. A real shame, that is. Lee looks out the window as another police car speeds past in the opposite direction with its sirens on. Policeman: Hell, the whole family used to be regulars at your folks' drugstore right in downtown. Still there? Lee: Sure is. Policeman: Good. Lee: You've got an opinion then? Policeman: Wouldn't say that. I go in for that innocent 'til proven guilty thing. Lee looks out the window as another police car speeds past in the opposite direction with its sirens on. Policeman: Even considering who they say you killed. Lee: What do you think? Policeman: (shrugs) I'm just glad I chose law and not order. A big, messy trial like that. Lee looks out the window as another police car speeds past in the opposite direction with its sirens on. Policeman: Even if you was innocent, a lot of what happened can't ever be undone. Policeman: (shrugs) It's not every day a fella from Bibb County goes off and kills a state senator, that's for sure. Lee looks out the window as another police car speeds past in the opposite direction with its sirens on.

Police Radio: Be advised of medical personnel on route to Hartsfield, various 10's and 20's coming in.

Looking at the mirror makes the policeman begin talking again, but he will also do so if Lee does nothing for a few moments. Lee: Any of that seem important to you? Policeman: All of it, but that box never shuts up. Sit in this seat and pay too much attention and you'll drive yourself crazy. Policeman: You'll have to learn to stop worrying about things you can't control.

Policeman: I got a nephew up at UGA, you teach there long?

Lee: Going on my sixth year.

Policeman: You meet your wife in Athens?

Lee looks distressed and turns his face away, looking out the window.

Policeman: You wanna know how I see it?

Several more police cars pass by with their sirens on, along with a SWAT truck, all of them driving in the opposite direction.

Lee: Sure. Lee: Not really. He picked up on that. Policeman: Well too bad, it's my car. You might have the right to remain silent, but it don't mean I gotta be. Lee: I got much choice? He picked up on that. Policeman: Sure don't. Lee says nothing.

The policeman opens his mouth, about to speak, but notices Lee glaring at him and stays silent for a few moments.

Policeman: Regardless, could be you just married the wrong woman.

Lee opens his mouth to speak, but decides not to, grunting dismissively. Lee opens his mouth to speak, but decides not to, grunting dismissively. Lee opens his mouth to speak, but decides not to, grunting dismissively. Lee opens his mouth to speak, but decides not to, grunting dismissively.

Police Radio: Riot in progress. All officers available for incoming 217's. Rolling calls and dispatches to all locations.

A helicopter, two SWAT trucks, and several police cars pass by.

Policeman: I'm driving this man once, h--he was the worst one. He wouldn't stop going on about how he didn't do it. He was an older fella. Big, soft eyes behind a pair of smart folk glasses, and he's just wailing back there, says it wasn't him. Crying and snotting all over, right where you're sitting.

Police Radio: All officers are available for incoming 21--

The policeman turns off the radio.

Policeman: Then before long he starts kicking the back of the seat, li--like a fussy baby on an airplane. And I tell him he's gotta stop, that's government property, and I'll be forced to zap him otherwise. So he stops, and having exhausted all his options, he starts crying out for his Mama. "Mama, it's all a big mistake! It wasn't me!"

Lee: Man. Policeman: Man?! Not even close! Lee: Maybe he was innocent. Policeman: Innocent? Lee: So did he do it? Policeman: Well, blabbermouth, let me tell you something.

Policeman: They caught the fucker red-handed! Stabbin' his wife, cutting her up as the boys came through the door! He sits in my car screaming bloody murder that it wasn't him! I think he actually believed it himself. It goes to show, people will up and go mad when they believe their life is over. Oh, I got another good one for ya. This one's a little bit less depressing and a bit more hilarious if I do say so.

The policeman turns as he is talking, looking away from the road as a zombie wanders right in front of the car.

Lee: Watch out! Lee: Oh, shit! Lee: In the road! Lee: Fucking drive! Lee says nothing.

Policeman: This other time--

The car crashes into the person on the road, veering out of control, through the guard rail, and off the edge of the cliff. Half-conscious, the man sees zombies moving outside the car and hears screams and growls before passing out.

Forest

Lee wakes up some time later.

Lee: Ugh... Oww...shit.

Lee tries to take off his handcuffs but is unable to.

Lee: Thirsty... Ahh! Fuck, my leg.

Lee looks at the large, bloody cut on his upper leg. He looks out the back window and sees the officer lying facedown on the ground with blood smeared behind him. Lee turns to the side window and grunts as he continually kicks it until it falls out of the car.

Lee: Hey! Hey officer! Are you alright?! I'm still cuffed back here! Lee: OFFICER! That doesn't look good. He wasn't ejected from the car... Lee: He's not moving. Lee: He must have the handcuff keys on him. Lee: Why the hell did he have his gun out? Lee: Maybe it was tossed from the car during the wreck? Lee: I need to...drag myself out that window...

Lee climbs out of the window, landing painfully on the ground. He stands up and walks around the edge of the car, reaching the area where the officer is.

Lee: The officer's shotgun is over there. Lee kneels down to pick up the shotgun. Lee: Looks empty. He puts the shotgun down. Lee: It'll be easier to carry with these cuffs off. Lee leans down and picks up the shotgun shell, placing it in his inventory. Lee: Officer? Lee: Goddamn...

Lee approaches the officer and takes the keys. He tries to unlock his handcuffs but drops the keys.

Lee: Shit.

Lee leans down to pick up the keys that have fallen next to the officer's face. He unlocks his handcuffs and rubs his wrists. The officer starts groaning faintly.

Lee: Uh, officer...?

Lee falls backward as the officer growls and tries to grab him.

Lee: Ahh! Holy shit!

Lee: What in the hell?! Lee: What the fuck are you?! Lee: What happened?! What HAPPENED?!

Lee scoots backward as the officer crawls toward him.

Lee: Get away from me!

Lee picks up the shotgun next to him and tries to load it with the shotgun shell, but drops it.

Lee: SHIT!

Lee picks up the shell and loads the gun, pointing it at the officer.

Lee: Don't make me do this...

Lee shoots the officer in the head and throws the shotgun to the ground.

Lee: Man.

Lee: His skin's all rotten...and he smells like shit. What the hell is this? Lee: Are you dead? HEY! ARE YOU DEAD?!

Clementine stands in the distance and Lee calls out to her.

Lee: HELP! Go get someone! There--there's been a shooting!

Clementine runs away. Groaning, slow-moving zombies emerge from the forest. Lee tries to run, but trips over the officer's body and falls. He gets up and limps away as he is chased. He climbs over a fence to escape, crawling backwards as the zombies pound on the fence. Shots are fired in the distance, and the zombies leave to chase the sound.

Neighborhood

Lee gets up and looks around, noticing he is in the backyard of a house in a small neighborhood.

Lee: Hello? Anybody?

Lee's idle comments

Lee: HELP!

Lee: Somebody? YELL IF YOU CAN HEAR ME!

Lee: IS THERE ANYBODY HERE?!

Lee: Strange man here! Bleeding in your backyard!

Lee: THIS WOULD NORMALLY GET A MAN ARRESTED... Again.

Lee: Please...please...someone...someone...anybody...

Lee: There's something going on...

Lee: I can't go back out there. Lee: (sarcastically) Maybe I'll just go for a dip. Lee: I'd fill one of those tea cups with some bourbon if I could. Lee: No ladder... I'm not getting up there anyway, this leg the way it is. Lee: Anybody up there? Lee: Hello? Anybody in there? Lee: I thought I saw a little girl in the forest... Are you up there? I'm not one of those things. Lee: (shrugs) I guess it's empty. Lee: Maybe I should just check inside the house, through the glass door, before wandering out into the neighborhood. Lee: I wonder if anybody's home.

Lee knocks on the sliding glass door.

Lee: Hello? Anybody home? I need a little help.

Lee opens the door.

Lee: Coming in. Don't shoot, okay?

Lee enters the house and closes the door behind him, then grabs his leg in pain.

Lee: Ahh, shit. Hello? I'm not an intruder...or one of THEM.

Lee notices that the furniture in the living room is knocked over and there are bloodstains on the floor and wall of the kitchen.

Lee: These people might need more help than I do.

Lee: It's fake. Damn. The book shows a mostly colored-in drawing of a unicorn. Lee: Jesus... Lee: Maybe there's something on there. Lee: Furniture overturned...blood everywhere... Jesus... Lee: God, a kid lived here... Lee: This whole neighborhood is deserted... What the hell? Lee: Hmm...cable's out.

Lee enters the kitchen, slipping on the pool of blood.

Lee drinks the water. Lee: Ah... Lee: Hmm... The Marsh House. That's a Savannah area code. But that's the type of note you'd leave a babysitter... Lee opens various drawers and cabinets. Lee: This place has been ransacked. Just about anything worthwhile is gone.

Lee opens the drawer near the fridge and takes the radio. The answering machine beeps until Lee turns it on.

Automated Voice: Three new messages. Message one. Left at 5:43 PM.

Diana: Hey, Sandra, this is Diana. We're still in Savannah. Ed had a little "incident" with some crazy guy near the hotel, so we had to get him back to the ER and have it checked out. Anyway, he's not feeling well enough to drive back tonight, so we're staying an extra day. Thanks so much for looking after Clementine, and I promise we'll be back in time before your spring break! (chuckles)

Automated Voice: Message two. Left at 11:19 PM.

Diana: (panicked) Oh, my god, finally! I don't know if you tried to reach us; all the calls are getting dropped. They're not letting us leave and aren't telling us anything about Atlanta. Please, please, just leave the city and take Clementine with you back to Marietta. I've got to get back to the hospital. Please let me know that you're safe.

Automated Voice: Message three. Left at 6:51 AM.

Diana: (tearfully) Clementine? Baby, if you can hear this, call the police. That's 9-1-1. We love you...we love you...we love y--

The machine beeps after the last message. Lee picks up and looks at a picture near the phone, which shows Clementine and her parents. Then his walkie-talkie activates.

Clementine: Daddy?

Lee: Huh?

Lee takes out his walkie-talkie and walks over to the glass door.

Lee: Hello?

Clementine: You need to be quiet.

Lee: I'm not a monster. Clementine: Good. Lee: Who is this? Clementine: I'm Clementine. This is my house. Lee: Hi, Clementine. I'm Lee. Clementine: You're not my daddy. Lee: No, I'm not. Lee: Are you okay? Clementine: I'm okay. They tried to get me. But I'm hiding until my parents come home. Clementine: Hello? Did they get you? Lee: I'm sorry. I'm here. She wonders why you're not talking. Lee has the opportunity to choose one of the other responses. He can also choose silence again. Clementine: Please don't go. She wonders why you're not talking. Lee has the opportunity to choose one of the other responses. He can also choose silence again. Clementine: Are you dead too? She wonders why you're not talking. Lee has the opportunity to choose one of the other responses. He can also choose silence again. Clementine: Hello...? She wonders why you're not talking. (If Lee continues to be silent, she will continue to repeat "hello". Lee must eventually answer.)

Lee walks into the living room.

(This option is not available if he asked "Who is this?") Lee: What's your name? Clementine: I'm Clementine. This is my house. Lee: Hi, Clementine. I'm Lee. Lee: Where are your parents? Clementine: They took a trip and left me with Sandra. They're in Savannah, I think. Where the boats are. Lee: How old are you? Clementine: Eight. Lee: And you're all alone? Clementine: Yes. I don't know where anybody is. How old are you? Lee: I'm, uhh...37. Clementine: Okay. Clementine: Hello? Did they get you? Lee: I'm sorry. I'm here. She wonders why you're not talking. Lee has the opportunity to choose one of the other responses. He can also choose silence again. Clementine: Please don't go. She wonders why you're not talking. Lee has the opportunity to choose one of the other responses. He can also choose silence again. Clementine: Are you dead too? She wonders why you're not talking. Lee has the opportunity to choose one of the other responses. He can also choose silence again. Clementine: Hello...? She wonders why you're not talking. (If Lee continues to be silent, she will continue to repeat "hello". Lee must eventually answer.)

Lee enters the kitchen, avoiding the puddle of blood, and stands over by the window.

Lee: Are you safe? Clementine: I'm outside in my treehouse. They can't get in. Lee: That's smart. Clementine: See? Clementine opens the door to her treehouse. Clementine: Can you see me? I can see you through the window. Lee: Where are you? Clementine: I'm outside in my treehouse. They can't get in. Lee: That's smart. Clementine: See? Clementine opens the door to her treehouse. Clementine: Can you see me? I can see you through the window. Clementine opens the door to her treehouse.

Clementine waves at Lee and he waves back.

Clementine: AHHHH!

Clementine jumps back into the treehouse and closes the door. Lee turns around and sees a zombified Sandra behind him. She growls and tries to attack him, but he pushes her to the ground. As he tries to run away, he slips on the puddle of blood and hits his head on the counter. His vision is blurry, but he can vaguely see Sandra crawling toward him and he kicks her away.

Lee: AHH!

Lee gets up and tries to run, but Sandra grabs his leg and trips him. He punches her away as she attacks again. Clementine runs up to the glass door and opens it, holding a hammer. Sandra attacks again and Lee pushes her away, continually kicking her in the head and crawling backwards.

Clementine: Here...

Once Lee reaches Clementine, he takes the hammer from her shaking hands and whacks Sandra with it. He continues to smash her in the face until she stops moving.

Lee: Man... Hi there.

Clementine takes a step backward as Sandra's blood oozes across the floor.

Clementine: Did you kill it?

Lee: Yes. Clementine: It's okay. I think she was a monster. Lee: I think so too. Lee: I don't know. I think so. Clementine will remember that. Clementine: Sometimes they come back. Lee: Have you killed one? Clementine: No. But they get shot a lot. Lee: I think something else did. Before me, I think. Clementine will remember that. Clementine: I heard her scream two nights ago. Maybe one of the monsters got her. Lee: Two nights ago? Yeah, that's probably what happened. Clementine looks quizzically at Lee. Clementine seems afraid.

Lee kneels to be at Clementine's eye-level.

Lee: You've been all by yourself through this?

Clementine: Yeah. I want my parents to come home now.

Lee: I think that might be a little while, you know?

Clementine: Oh.

Clementine looks down sadly and Lee moves closer.

Lee: Look, I don't know what happened. But I'll look after you until then.

Clementine nods.

Clementine: What should we do now?

Lee: We need to find help before it gets dark. You chose the safety of daylight. Clementine: Yeah, it's not safe at night. Lee gets up and holds Clementine's hand. Lee: Let's go. Stay close to me. They leave the house and Clementine closes the door behind them. She goes ahead of Lee and he follows her. Lee approaches the gate and notices two men in the street trying to push a car. Chet: Maaan... I ain't never getting home to Mama at this rate. Shawn: This sucks. Chet: It's hot dish night. Lee is about to open the gate, but turns and kneels in front of Clementine, who looks conflicted. Lee: What's the matter? Clementine: Should I stay? Lee: What? Clementine: I don't want to sleep in the treehouse tonight, but I don't know if I should leave. What if my parents come home? Lee: I won't leave you alone. Clementine smiles. Clementine: Let's go somewhere safe that's close, okay? Lee: That's a good idea. Lee: They won't. We should go. Clementine: Then they'll find me, right? Lee: I won't leave you alone, okay? Lee: I don't know... Clementine: Neither do I. Let's go somewhere safe that's close, okay? Lee: That's a good idea. Lee says nothing and looks away. Clementine: I can stay with you until they find me. Lee: That's a good idea. Lee gets up and Clementine opens the gate. They approach the two men. Lee: Hey, man! The men turn around, startled. Shawn: HOLY SHIT! Chet: DON'T EAT US! Lee: We're not gonna hurt you. Shawn: Phew, thought for a second you and the little one were BOTH gonna give us the chomp. Lee: What are you doing? Shawn: Trying to get home, this neighborhood's a disaster. Are you trying to get outta here? Because you should be. Those things are all over the damn place. I haven't seen anything as gnarly as this neighborhood since downtown Atlanta, fifteen miles back. Lee: Do you know what the hell this is? Shawn: No idea. So you've seen them then? Shawn looks behind him at a dead zombie. Lee: You could say that. Lee: We need help. Shawn: Are you trying to get outta here? Because you should be. Those things are all over the damn place. I haven't seen anything as gnarly as this neighborhood since downtown Atlanta, fifteen miles back. Chet: Thanks for, uh, not doing that. Eatin' us, that is. Shawn: I'm Shawn, Shawn Greene. Lee: Lee. This is Clementine. Chet kneels down and waves at Clementine. Chet: I'm Chet. Clementine smiles at him and Chet gets up. Shawn: We shouldn't be out in the open like this. How about you help us clear the way and we'll take you and your daughter out of here, and down to my family's farm. It should be safer there. Lee: I'm not her dad. I'm... Lee: ...her babysitter. Her parents are out of town. Shawn thinks you're the babysitter now. Lee: ...a neighbor. Her parents are out of town. Shawn noticed what you said. Lee: ...just some guy. Shawn: Some guy? Shawn noticed what you said. Lee: Yeah. Shawn: She's alone? Shawn: ...a good Samaritan? Shawn drew his own conclusion. Lee: Yeah, a good Samaritan. Shawn: Let's get going. Staying put for too long is a mistake. Lee nods and turns to Clementine. Lee: What do you want to do? Clementine: I... Clementine looks at her house, then back at Lee. Zombies start growling in the background. Chet: Them monsters comin'! WE GOTTA GO! Shawn starts trying to push the car. Shawn: Lee, quick! Let's go! Lee and Shawn push the car, and Clementine joins in helping them a few moments later. Chet crouches behind the truck, hiding from the approaching zombies. Once the car is out of the way, Shawn gets into the driver's seat of the truck. Lee: Get in! Chet jumps in the truckbed, Lee gets in the other front seat, and Clementine sits in the middle looking out the back window. They drive away from the ensuing herd. Shawn: As babysitters go; I'd say her parents owe you a tip. Shawn: Were any of those guys neighbors too? Shawn: For just "some guy," it seems like you've saved a bunch of lives today. Shawn: Those guys? NOT good Samaritans. Lee: We need to get out of this neighborhood; it's not safe. We're less likely to be seen if we move at night. Clementine: My parents might come home. Lee gets up. Lee: We won't go far. We'll try to find shelter and come back here with others. Clementine: That sounds good. We can hide in my treehouse until then. Lee: It'll be a tough climb with this leg, but that's a good idea. Lee holds Clementine's hand. Lee: Let's go. Stay close to me. Once it becomes nighttime, Lee and Clementine leave the treehouse. Lee kneels down to face her. Lee: Now let's stay quiet; we'll head out to the front yard and follow the road out of the neighborhood. Clementine: Okay. Lee gets up. Lee: It'll be okay. Stay near me and we'll move as fast as we can. Lee opens the gate and he and Clementine walk out. A shot is fired, but doesn't hit them. They take cover behind a nearby car. Andre: I found the bastard! Clementine: (fearfully) Are we going to die? Lee: No, I'm sure we're fine. You helped Clementine calm down a little. Lee: I don't know. I'm sorry. Clementine: (fearfully) I...I... Lee: They're after me, not you. Clementine: Why? Clementine: I want my dad. Clementine is really upset now. Lee peeks out from behind the car and notices a police car nearby. Andre: Stay down! Georgia State Patrol! Shawn: Dude, he won't listen to that! Lee and Clementine stand up and put up their hands. Lee: OKAY! The trooper heard that. Lee: I'll come quietly! There's a little girl here! The trooper heard that. Lee and Clementine stand up and put up their hands. Lee: We're friendly! There's a little girl here! The trooper heard that. Lee says nothing. He tries to peek through the car window, but ducks down again when a bullet shatters the window. Andre: We fucking got him! Shawn: DUDE; those things aren't afraid of bullets, these are survivors! Lee and Clementine stand and put their hands up. The police officer and Shawn approach, the officer still pointing his gun at Lee and Clementine. He lowers his gun when he realizes that they're not zombies. Andre: Oh shit! You're not one of those things! Lee: Neither of us are. Lee and Clementine put their hands down. Andre: Wait; why'd you say you'd come quietly? Lee: Just confused, you know? Didn't want any trouble. Andre: I almost took your head off. Shawn: We're sorry about that. Well, Andre's sorry about that. Andre: It's Officer Mitchell. Lee: You're the law, you know? You don't mess with that. Andre: Aww, man, no shit. I'm sorry about that. Lee: I thought I was being arrested. Andre: Aww, man, no shit. I'm sorry about that. Shawn: Goddamn, Andre. He's scared shitless. Andre: I almost took your head off. Shawn: We're sorry about that. Well, Andre's sorry about that. Andre: It's Officer Mitchell. Andre: Oh, damn, you've got a little girl. Clementine hides behind Lee. Shawn: We're sorry about that. Well, Andre's sorry about that. Andre: It's Officer Mitchell. Shawn glares at Andre and he shrugs. They approach Lee and Clementine. Shawn: My name's Shawn, Shawn Greene. This is Andre-- Andre: Officer Mitchell. Shawn: Did you see any of those things? One of them just got our buddy, Chet. Lee: No, not for a while. Andre: Looks like you cut the shit out of yourself... Lee: My leg, yeah. It's hurt pretty bad. Lee: I saw a lot in the forest, but that was a while ago. Andre: Yeah, one we're looking for is still in the neighborhood. Shawn: Oh, shit! You hurt your leg pretty bad. Lee: I just saw a girl, (points to house) inside that house. Andre: Nah, wasn't him. Shawn: Oh, shit! You hurt your leg pretty bad. Andre: We'll take that as a "no", then... Shawn: Oh, shit! You hurt your leg pretty bad. Shawn: Look, help us find the thing that got our buddy and we'll take you and your daughter down to my dad's farm to safety. He should be able to fix your leg up, too. Lee: I'm not her dad. I'm... Lee: ...her babysitter. Her parents are out of town. Shawn thinks you're the babysitter now. Lee: ...a neighbor. Her parents are out of town. Shawn noticed what you said. Lee: ...just some guy. Shawn: Some guy? Shawn noticed what you said. Lee: Yeah. Shawn: She's alone? Clementine nods. Shawn: ...a good Samaritan? Shawn drew his own conclusion. Lee: Yeah, a good Samaritan. Andre: Whoever you are, let's get a move on. Lee: We just w-- A zombie approaches. Shawn: Oh, shit! It's CHET! Andre points his gun at Chet. Andre: LET'S GO! GET TO MY CAR! GO! Andre is conflicted over shooting Chet, ultimately deciding not to. Everyone gets in the car and they drive away.

Farm

It's nighttime when the group reaches Shawn's family's farm.

Everyone gets out of the truck. Chet stretches his arms. Chet: Hey, Shawn... I'm'a run on home. My mama's gonna be in a snit. Shawn: No sweat, man. I'll catch you tomorrow night. Chet turns to Lee and Clementine. Chet: It was nice to meet ya both. Lee waves goodbye and Chet leaves. Everyone but Andre gets out of the car. Andre: Say hi to your dad for me. Shawn: Yeah. Andre: I'm sorry, Shawn. Chet was a good dude. Shawn: One of the best. Shawn sadly walks away. Andre waves goodbye to Lee and Clementine. Andre: Take care, you two. Andre drives away.

The front door opens and Shawn's father, Hershel, emerges.

Hershel: Thank god you're okay.

Shawn: I was worried it'd be bad here, too.

Shawn hugs his father.

Hershel: Been quiet as usual the past couple days. Ol' Breckon down the way thinks his mare's gone lame but that ain't nothing new.

Shawn: I wouldn't have made it back without Chet. Hershel: Well, I'm glad you took him with you then. Shawn: I ran into Andre outside of Atlanta. And, uh...Chet...he got killed. Hershel: No. You're kidding. Shawn: Those things got him. Dad, I don't know what's going on. Hershel: I'm sorry, Shawn.

Hershel turns to Lee and Clementine and puts his hands on his hips.

Hershel: You've brought a couple guests.

Lee: Your boy's a lifesaver. Hershel: Glad he could be of help to somebody. Lee: We, uhh... need a place to stay. Hershel: You're welcome to stay here, but just for the night. I don't run a bed and breakfast. Lee: We just need a little...help. We won't stay long. Hershel: Good. You're welcome to stay here, but just for the night. I don't run a bed and breakfast. Lee shrugs. Shawn: I told him we could help him out. Lee: We'd really appreciate it. Hershel: You're welcome to stay here, but just for the night. I don't run a bed and breakfast.

Hershel: So it's just you and your daughter then.

Shawn: Oh, not his daughter, he's the babysitter. Shawn: Oh, not his daughter, he was her neighbor. Shawn: Oh, not his daughter, he's...well... Just some guy who found her alone. Shawn: Oh, not his daughter, he's...a good Samaritan.

Hershel kneels down in front of Clementine.

Hershel: Honey, do you know this man?

Clementine: Yes.

Hershel: Okay, then.

Hershel gets up.

Hershel: Well, looks like you hurt your leg pretty bad there.

Lee: Yeah, it's not doing so good.

Hershel: I can help you out. Shawn, run on in and check on your sister. You, take a seat up on the porch and I'll go see what I have.

Shawn and Hershel enter the house, Lee takes a seat on the bench on the porch, and Clementine stands near the top of the stairs. Hershel returns shortly, holding a roll of bandages. He kneels down and inspects Lee's leg.

Hershel: Let's have a look. Yeah, this is swollen to hell.

Lee: It HURTS like hell. Hershel: I bet it does. Lee: It's not too bad. Hershel: Tough guy, huh? Lee: Could be worse. Hershel: That's what it sounds like. Seems like things got awful bad in the cities. Hershel: Well, you don't say much. Wish I had five just like you.

Hershel: What'd you say your name was?

Lee: It's Lee. Hershel: Nice to meet you, Lee. I'm Hershel Greene. Hershel knows your name. Lee: Doesn't matter, right? Hershel will remember that. Hershel: Huh. Well, if you're gonna be here overnight I'm gonna need it. Unless you'd rather hit the road. Lee: It's Lee. Hershel: Well, Lee--just Lee, I take it? I'm Hershel Greene. Lee: I didn't. Hershel: Well, now's the time. Lee must choose another option. Hershel: I'm gonna need a name. Hershel will remember that. Lee: It's Lee. Hershel: That wasn't so hard, was it? Nice to meet you, Lee. I'm Hershel Greene.

Hershel bandages Lee's wound and he winces in pain.

Hershel: How'd this happen?

Lee: I fell trying to get away from one of those things. Hershel: That so? What type'a danger has the girl seen? Lee: The kind there's a lot of. She had a few lonely days with nothing but the dead keeping her company. Hershel: I still just can't imagine it. Lee: Consider yourself lucky. Lee: Who knows. She had a few lonely days with nothing but the dead keeping her company. Hershel: I still just can't imagine it. Lee: Consider yourself lucky. Lee: She's safe now. Hershel: You're serious about taking care of her, then? Lee: What choice is there? Lee: Nothing bad. Hershel: I just hope she's not in any now. Lee: I'm not some kidnapper, alright? I'm just trying to help. Hershel: We can just leave it at that. Lee: Car accident. Hershel made note of that. Hershel: That so? Where were you headed? Before the car accident? Lee: Home. Hershel: Where's home? Lee: I grew up in Macon. Lee: Just out for a drive. Lee: I was getting out of Atlanta. Hershel: The news says stay. Lee: Yeah, well, that's a mistake. Lee: Nowhere. Hershel looks at him suspiciously. Lee: We hit a guy, one of those things you've been hearing about, on the road. Hershel: Who were you with, the girl? Lee: I was with a police officer. He was giving me a ride. Hershel believes you. Hershel: Awful nice of him. Lee: I'm an awful nice guy. Lee: Nobody. Hershel: Is that so? Lee: Yeah, it is. Hershel: You said "we," that's all. Hershel will definitely remember that. Hershel: Asked you a question... You said "we," that's all. Was just making conversation. Hershel will definitely remember that. Lee: Jumping a fence. Hershel doubts you. Hershel: Running from something? Lee: Just like everybody else. Hershel: What type'a danger has the girl seen? Lee: The kind there's a lot of. She had a few lonely days with nothing but the dead keeping her company. Hershel: I still just can't imagine it. Lee: Consider yourself lucky. Lee: Who knows. She had a few lonely days with nothing but the dead keeping her company. Hershel: I still just can't imagine it. Lee: Consider yourself lucky. Lee: She's safe now. Hershel: You're serious about taking care of her, then? Lee: What choice is there? Lee: Nothing bad. Hershel: I just hope she's not in any now. Lee: I'm not some kidnapper, alright? I'm just trying to help. Hershel: We can just leave it at that. Lee: I don't even remember. It's crazy back there in the city. You didn't answer his question. Hershel: Huh. It must be. What type'a danger has the girl seen? Lee: The kind there's a lot of. She had a few lonely days with nothing but the dead keeping her company. Hershel: I still just can't imagine it. Lee: Consider yourself lucky. Lee: Who knows. She had a few lonely days with nothing but the dead keeping her company. Hershel: I still just can't imagine it. Lee: Consider yourself lucky. Lee: She's safe now. Hershel: You're serious about taking care of her, then? Lee: What choice is there? Lee: Nothing bad. Hershel: I just hope she's not in any now. Lee: I'm not some kidnapper, alright? I'm just trying to help. Hershel: We can just leave it at that.

Hershel: House is full up with mine. We've got another displaced family of three sleeping in the barn. You and your daughter are welcome to rest there, when we're done here.

Hershel turns to Clementine.

Hershel: I didn't catch your name, darlin'.

Clementine: Clem--Clementine.

Hershel: Can't imagine what you've been through, Clementine.

Lee: I'm looking after her until we find her parents.

Shawn walks onto the porch.

Shawn: Hey, Dad, so I'm thinking, first thing tomorrow, we gotta reinforce the fence around the farm.

Hershel: That doesn't seem necessary. Shawn: I don't know what you saw on TV, or heard on the radio, but there's some serious...(looks at Clementine) SHIT hitting the fan. I don't think anyone knows how big it is yet. Lee: Your son's right. You're gonna wanna fortify this place. Lee: I wouldn't worry too much. We're pretty far from the city, it seems like that's where it's the worst. Hershel: Yeah. Lee says nothing. Hershel: Stuff like that doesn't happen around here, Shawn. Shawn: Dad, I'm serious. Lee, come on, tell him what you saw out there, man. Lee: I watched a man let himself get run over without blinking an eye. Lee: I saw a cop come back from the dead. Lee: I got chased by a couple of dead people. Lee: Teenage girl with her guts spilled out on the floor stood up from the dead and tried to bite me. Shawn: Come on, tell him. Lee can choose another response. He can also be silent again. Shawn: Tell him! Lee is forced to choose a response. Hershel: Well, do what you think you should. We've got plenty of chores as it is. Shawn: Lee and those folks in the barn can help out in the morning. We gotta do it, really. Hershel: I already said okay. Shawn goes back inside. Hershel: Well, I'm all done here. It should start to feel better tomorrow. Lee: Thanks. Hershel gets up. Hershel: If your leg gets hot or the swelling doesn't go down, you're probably dealing with an infection. Lee: What do we do then? Hershel: We'll probably just have to shoot you. Lee looks surprised. Hershel: We'll clean it, re-dress it and you'll be fine. Lee: Okay, that'd be preferable. Hershel: There's blankets and such in the barn. We'll be seeing you bright and early. Come tomorrow, which way you think you're headed? Lee: Towards Macon, I suppose. Hershel nods. He turns to Clementine and smiles at her before going back inside. Lee: Alright then. Hershel: With what happened to your friend, maybe that's not a bad idea.

Lee and Clementine lie down on makeshift beds in the hay-covered barn. The family of three is already asleep on the upper floor of the barn.

Clementine: It smells like...

Lee: Manure. Clementine: Manure? Like when a horse...plops? Lee: Just like that. Lee: Shit. Clementine gasps and glares at Lee. Lee: I'm sorry; shouldn't talk like that. Clementine: That was a swear. Lee: I know what it smells like. Clementine: Doody. Clementine: Doody. Lee: Yeah, it does smell like doody.

Clementine: I miss my mom and dad.

Lee: I bet, Clem.

Clementine: How far is Savannah?

Lee: Pretty far.

Clementine: Oh. Okay.

Clementine and Lee fall asleep. Lee begins dreaming.

Lee's Ex-Wife: I love you, baby.

Lee's wife laughs. Something shatters, and she screams. Lee is disturbed by the dream, and wakes up suddenly. He breathes heavily for a few moments before falling back asleep. When he wakes up the next morning, he sees a mustachioed man speaking to him.

Kenny: Hey, get up.

Lee gets up. Clementine is already awake and standing nearby.

Clementine: (scratching her arm) I'm itchy.

Kenny: Well, you slept in a barn, little lady. Lucky you don't have spiders in your hair.

Clementine gasps and looks up at her hair.

Kenny: But I bet your daddy scared 'em all away, huh?

Lee: I'm not her dad. Name's Lee.

Kenny: I'm Kenny.

Duck runs up to the entrance of the barn.

Duck: Dad! We're gonna build a fence! There's a tractor and everything!

Duck runs off.

Kenny: We better get going or we won't hear the end of it.

Kenny and Lee walk out of the barn, and Clementine walks along with them, holding Lee's hand.

Kenny: That's my boy, Ken Junior. We call him Duck, though.

Lee: Duck? Kenny: Yeah. Nothing bothers him. Like water off a duck's back, y'know. Lee: That's a valuable trait lately. Kenny: No kidding. But frankly, I think it's because he's dumb as a bag of hammers. Duck: DAAAAD! Kenny: But he makes up for it with enthusiasm. Lee: Dodging or quacking? Kenny: Quacking. Duck: DAAAAD! Kenny: See? Lee: Where do parents name their kids Duck? Kenny: We're from Fort Lauderdale. We were on our way back before things up and went bananas. Lee says nothing and shakes his head.

Lee, Kenny, and Clementine walk up to Duck and his mother, the latter of which is sitting on some bales of hay in front of the porch.

Kenny: The word is you were on your way to Macon.

Lee: My family is from there.

Kenny: Well, Macon's on the way and, personally, I'd appreciate the company of a guy who can knock a couple of heads together if he has to.

Lee: Sure, we'll...tag along. Kenny: It's a plan, then. Lee: Maybe, we'll see how things shake out with this Hershel guy. Kenny: Ha, good luck with that. He's a hardass. Lee: I'll see what the girl would like. Kenny: Ah, gotta consult the missus. I understand. Lee: Thanks, but no thanks. Kenny: Damn, friend. You must be some kind of something if you think you two can survive out there on your own. Lee says nothing.

Kenny turns to his wife and son.

Kenny: Honey, Duck, this is Lee and, uh, what's the girl's name?

Clementine hides behind Lee.

Lee: Clementine.

Kenny: Clementine.

Katjaa: That is a very pretty name.

Clementine: Thanks.

Shawn approaches the group.

Shawn: Well, we should get to work. We've all seen what those things can do out there so the faster we get this fence up, the better.

Duck: I wanna build a fence.

Shawn: Yeah? Well, I need a good foreman. You can sit on the tractor and yell at me whenever I take a water break.

Duck: On the tractor? Cool!

Shawn: Duck and I will hop to it.

Shawn and Duck leave.

Katjaa: I can keep an eye on your little girl here on the porch. We can visit.

Clementine sits on a bale of hay next to Katjaa and Kenny begins working on his truck nearby.

Conversation between Katjaa and Clementine

Katjaa: You have such pretty hair!

Clementine: It gets lots of tangles.

Katjaa: Did your daddy give you that hat?

Clementine: Mm-hmm.

Katjaa: Do you have any pets?

Clementine: I have a goldfish named Peanut. Mom doesn't like dogs.

Katjaa: Oh, well, we have a lab named Franklin back in Fort Lauderdale.

Katjaa: What's your favorite color?

Clementine: Purple.

Katjaa: Ooh, I like your shoes!

Clementine: They're my favorite.

Lee: Seems like those two are getting along. Kenny: It's not the most reliable pickup in the world, but it gets the job done. Shawn: It's just whatever scraps I could find around the property. Lee: Do you, uh...think this thing will keep them out? Shawn: Not yet; I'm planning on coming back through on a "fortification pass" if you will. We'll lock this place up good. Lee: Shawn's still working on that fence. Shawn: You know how to drive it? Lee: Sure don't. I can give you a hell of a critique of the US Farm Bill, though. Shawn: I'm good. Lee: How are these things to drive? Duck: Awesome! Shawn: Pain in the ass, mostly. Big, heavy as hell, and slower than, uh... Lee waves, and Duck waves back.

Talk To Kenny

Lee: Hey, there, uh, Kenny.

Lee: Need any help? Kenny: Naw, I think I got it. Do YOU need any help? Lee: What do you mean? Kenny: I mean, in taking care of that little girl. You know what you're doing? You got kids of your own? Lee: Nah, nah. No...no kids. Kenny learned something about you. Kenny: Woulda liked one then. Lee: (shrugs) You know. Lee: I think I've got it handled okay. As long as I keep her safe, I think I'm doing alright. Kenny learned something about you. Kenny: With those things out there, maybe, sure, that's enough. But you gotta ask yourself if you're the type of guy who can do better than that if her parents don't show up. Lee: I'll keep that in mind. Lee: I have no idea what I'm doing. Kenny learned something about you. Kenny: At least you're honest. Shit, better than I was when Duck showed up. You'll figure it out. Kenny noticed your silence. Kenny: Well, whether you do or not, she's a sweetheart. We saw some crazy shit getting here. The kind of stuff might mess up a little angel like that. Lee: How's your son doing? Kenny: Good, I think. Katjaa's got a sister up in Memphis; we were coming back from visiting her. We were in a gas station and some guy grabbed my boy. I thought he was kidnapping him. I was on the fucker in about two seconds and... Christ. Just lucky I was there. We saw a lot of bodies before we stumbled upon Hershel's. But we're a tough family, Lee. Ain't nothing gonna faze us. You showed an interest in his family. Lee: So what's your family's plan? Kenny: Get back on down to Lauderdale and let this mess get sorted out. Government'll start handing out shots and the national guard'll do its thing. On the odd chance things got too bad, we could hop on my boat, I guess. Lee: You've got a boat? Kenny: I'm a commercial fisherman, catching mackerel, dolphin, whatever's biting and paying. Katjaa wouldn't be wild about it, but the boat's not that bad. You learned about Kenny's boat. Lee: See ya.

Talk To Katjaa

Lee: Hey, there, girls.

Lee: You two actually look relaxed. Katjaa: I think we're doing just fine. Clementine was just telling me about first grade. Lee: Oh, uh, how is that? Clementine: It's easy. Lee: Well, yeah. Sooo, you're good? Katjaa: Anyway, it's almost like we didn't see people eating each other for the past three days. It's peaceful here, no? You learned Clementine is a first grader. Lee: So, uhh, what do you do when...corpses aren't walking around? Katjaa: I am a veterinarian back in Fort Lauderdale--like Hershel here, except more with dogs and cats and not horses. What is it that you do, Lee? Lee: I used to teach up at the University of Georgia. Katjaa: We need to HOPE that we can go back to our jobs soon, Lee. Back to normal. It can't stay like this. You learned Katjaa is a veterinarian. Lee: No, I used to. I was let go a little while back. Katjaa: That's too bad. Well, I hear people always clamor back to college after a big disaster. People don't want to die ignorant, I guess. Katjaa learned you were fired. Lee: Yeah, my mistake. Katjaa: We'll all be home soon. Katjaa: We'll all be home soon. Lee: How did you handle getting through the city? Katjaa: Kenny just...drove. We passed so many people that needed help. And...we just...passed people, over some. Just...just... Lee: It's okay. It's fine, you don't have to say any more. Katjaa: I want to go home tomorrow, but even then I can't take away the things we--the things Duck--went through. Don't you want to go back to the moment before you knew about all of this? Lee: Anybody in their right mind would. Families and barbecues and beers with good friends. Katjaa: All of those things. Lee: Those are the things we live for, right? With those gone, what's the point? Lee: This could all be providence, you know? Katjaa: Not what we saw. Lee: You just never realize when something is happening to you, what you're being given; maybe this will all work out. Katjaa: Your optimism is...refreshing. New. These past couple days, at least. Katjaa will remember that. Lee: Things were bad before, bad now, but they're different, you see? Katjaa: People are eating each other! Lee: But they weren't before? The banks, the politics, the--the crap--those things are gone. Hell comes in a lot of different colors. Katjaa will remember that. Katjaa: My last thought I had before seeing any of what happened was of those wrinkly Shar Peis I see at the clinic. I want to go right back to thinking about that silly dog. Lee: Back in a bit. Katjaa: Okay, Lee.

Talk To Clementine

Lee: You having a nice time with Katjaa, Clementine?

Clementine: Yeah.

Talk to Clementine again

Lee: Um, do you have to go to the bathroom or anything like that?

Katjaa: Lee, the young woman can take care of herself!

Lee: Yeah, okay.

Lee walks over to the fence that Shawn is building. Duck sits on the tractor nearby, pretending to drive it.

Talk To Duck

Lee: How you doing, Duck?

Duck: Good! I'm gonna drive the tractor!

Duck pulls on the lever next to the steering wheel.

Duck: I'm the foreman! Lift with your back, Shawn!

Talk To Shawn:

Shawn: Hey, Lee.

Lee: Need a hand? Shawn: That'd be great. If you could cut those two-bys to length, that'd sure speed things up. Lee approaches the bench nearby and cuts the two-by-fours in half with a saw. Shawn: My dad doesn't know how bad it is. Lee: No, he doesn't. Shawn: I saw a guy in Atlanta kill a kid. A boy. Just shot him right in the face. Lee: Damn. Shawn: No shit, damn. Lee: You gotta do what you can to survive. Shawn: Like put a gun to the kid's head and pull the trigger? Fuck that, man. Shawn disagrees. Lee: Was the boy one of the walkers? Shawn: I don't even know. He was either attacking the guy or asking for help. Lee says nothing. Shawn: He didn't even hesitate. He just turned, put the barrel of the gun right between this kid's eyes and pulled the trigger. You don't see things like that. It's not like in the movies. Lee: They don't fall like you think. Shawn: Did you have to do it? Lee: Do what? Shawn: Kill. Have you had to off one yet? Lee: Oh, uh... Lee: I had to shoot one. Shawn: I could shoot one, maybe. If it were far away. Shawn won't forget that. Lee: I bashed a poor girl's brains in. Shawn: Whoa, I couldn't do that. Shawn won't forget that. Lee: Sometimes it's kill or be killed. Shawn: I guess. I don't think I'd sleep good after that. Shawn won't forget that. Shawn: It's cool, don't worry about it. Shawn noticed your silence. Shawn: I'm just glad we're getting this fence built. Dad just wants to keep the family safe and thinks inviting people in is a bigger threat than whatever's out there. How about yours? How's your family? Lee: My brother and parents are in Macon, I hope. Shawn: Oh, man, I hope so too. Maybe it's not too bad there. Lee: I'm not quite sure where my ex-wife is. Shawn: Ah. Oh. Yeah. For sure. Lee: I'm not too close with my family. Shawn: Oh. Well, they weren't in Atlanta, right? So that's good. Shawn: Well, whoever they are, wherever they are, I hope they're okay. Lee: Thanks. Shawn: That's probably all I need cut for now. Thanks. Lee: And, Shawn, thanks again for the ride. Shawn: No problem, Lee. Couldn't leave you behind. Lee: I'm sorry about your friend. Shawn: Thanks, I appreciate it. Shawn: Anyway, when you see my dad around, he might want some help in the barn. Lee looks at Hershel entering the barn. Lee: I'm gonna go, uhh...check on the others. Shawn: Whatever you want, man.

Talk To Shawn Again

Shawn: Hey, Lee.

Lee: Still need a hand?

Shawn: I'm good. Maybe go check on my dad in the barn?

Lee enters the barn, where Hershel is scattering hay with a pitchfork.

Talk To Hershel

Hershel: You should know that if you weren't leaving with Kenny today, I wouldn't stand for your lack of honesty last night. Lee: I'm not sure I follow. Hershel: A man asks you your name, you give it. Unless that name is no good. Hershel: I ain't dumb. I caught you in that lie last night, about who you were with in that car. And honestly, I don't even want to know.

Hershel: How'd you get out of Atlanta?

Lee: On foot. I headed south and hoofed it out of there. Hershel: That's a long walk. Lee: I got a ride and then I was in a wreck. I walked until your boy found me. Hershel: Hmm. Well, you're no worse for wear. Lee: I was on my way out anyway. Timing of all this just happened to be right. Hershel: Ha, if there ever is a good time for the supposed "apocalypse." Hershel: Well, I'm sure it was complicated.

Lee: This farm's a nice plot of land.

Hershel: Heh, had you told me twenty years ago I'd still be doing this, I woulda told you that you were full of crap. Never was the plan, having a place like this. It was in the family, and I guess so was I. Family's important; it's all that matters. You agree with that?

Lee: Was brought up to, yes.

Hershel: Where's your family now? Parents? Wife? Girlfriend?

Lee: My parents are in Macon, with my brother. Hershel: Well, I hope they're alright. Lee: No wife, not anymore. I think she's up in Virginia, maybe. Hershel: Sorry to hear it. Lee: No family. I had a betta fish on my desk at the University. Hershel: I hope someone remembered to feed him. Hershel: Fine. Keep your mouth shut. Rude as hell, but what's a man to do.

Hershel: But now you've got this little girl to take care of. Clementine, is it? You just stumbled up on her?

Lee: Yeah, I was looking for help in her house. Lee: I was being attacked and she came to my rescue. Lee: What are you getting at? Hershel: HMMPH.

Hershel says nothing for a few moments, continuing to shovel hay.

Hershel: Hmmph.

Hershel plants the pitchfork in the ground and walks closer to Lee.

Hershel: Can I give you a piece of advice?

Lee: Sure. Lee: What is it? Lee: Mind your own business. Lee says nothing.

Hershel: I don't know who you are or what you did. But you better become a better liar, and fast. Let's say things don't get better back in the cities. Or they get worse before they do. You're gonna have to depend on the honesty of strangers if you're gonna make it. And if those same people get to questioning yours, you're gonna be in trouble. So whoever you are, and whatever you did, keep it to your damn self.

Hershel: But at least you have the common sense to listen to a man giving you advice. Hershel: Oh, and I'd start checking the attitude, friend. Hershel: Oh, and trying to be less of an asshole would serve you just fine. Hershel: And another thing: you're gonna have to figure out how to answer a goddamn question when someone asks.

In the distance there's the noise of an engine and a loud yell.

Lee: What the--?!

Lee and Hershel leave the barn.

Hershel: GO! I'll get my gun.

Hershel runs to retrieve his weapon, Katjaa leaves the house, and Lee runs toward the noise. The screaming continues, along with the growling of zombies. Lee reaches the fence, where Shawn's leg is trapped under the tractor driven by Duck. Zombies claw through the fence trying to reach Shawn, and Clementine stands nearby, looking on. A zombie grabs Duck's leg and pulls him down, then grabs his shoulders as Duck holds onto the wheel to avoid being eaten. Both Duck and Shawn scream.

Shawn: My leg is stuck!

You chose to save Shawn. Shawn: Get it off of me! Lee grabs Shawn's arms and tries to pull him free, but drops them again when he is unable to. Shawn: Fuck, it's crushed! Move this thing! Kenny runs over to Duck and picks him up. Kenny: I got you! Shawn: KENNY! HELP LEE! Kenny turns to Shawn and Lee, but then runs away to take Duck to safety. Shawn: KENNY! Lee winds up to the punch the zombie, then notices a plank on the ground. Lee picks up the board and smashes one of the zombies' heads; the board breaks in half, and the zombie still lives. Lee tries to push the tractor off Shawn's leg, but it doesn't budge. You made no choice. You chose to save Duck. Lee runs up to Duck and tries to pull him away from the zombie, but to no avail. Duck: DON'T LET 'EM TAKE ME! Kenny tries to pull Duck. Lee helps Kenny pull Duck free from the zombie's grasp. Lee punches the zombie's face, making it let go of Duck as it falls backward. Lee picks up a board and smashes it over the zombies head, and it releases Duck, falling backward. You made no choice. Kenny scoops Duck into his arms. Kenny: I got you! Shawn: They're almost through! Lee: Now Shawn! Shawn: GET THIS TRACTOR OFF OF ME! Kenny turns to Shawn, but then runs away to take Duck to safety. Shawn: LEE, HELP ME! PLEASE! Lee starts to run to help Shawn, but it is too late. You made no choice. Lee stands there, doing nothing. Kenny runs past him, bumping into him. Kenny runs over to Duck and picks him up. Shawn: KENNY! FUCK! HELP ME! GET THIS TRACTOR OFF OF ME! Kenny turns to Shawn, but then runs away to take Duck to safety. Shawn: KENNY! LEE, HELP ME! PLEASE! Lee can choose to help Shawn, or choose to do nothing. You made no choice.

The fence breaks and the zombies bite Shawn as he screams. Clementine whimpers and looks afraid. Hershel runs up with his gun and shoots the zombies in the head.

Hershel leans down next to Shawn and puts his hand on his head. Shawn: I'm okay, Pop... I'm okay... Hershel: I can fix you, don't worry, we'll stitch you up. Shawn: It almost...almost got me, man. Lee tried to save me. Hershel: I know, son. Shawn: I... Shawn dies.

Hershel hugs Shawn's dead body for a few moments. Katjaa stands in front of Duck to block his view of Shawn. Hershel stands up, angry and sad.

Hershel: Get out. GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!

Kenny: I'm sorry.

Hershel: SORRY? Your son is alive. You don't get to be sorry.

Hershel turns to Lee.

Hershel: You tried to help him, but this piece of shit let him die. Lee: I wasn't strong enough. I'm sorry. Kenny will remember that. Hershel: If your girl is ever trapped you better hope you get stronger or your friends aren't cowards. Lee: You can't blame Kenny. Kenny will remember that. Hershel: The hell I can't. You watch your back. Wait until it's your daughter and you need his help. Lee: If Kenny had helped, your son would be alive. Kenny will remember that. Hershel: And that's why I'll wish you were dead for the rest of my life. Hershel: You don't need to say anything. YOU tried. Hershel: And YOU. You didn't even try to help. Lee: I'm sorry. Hershel: (briefly turns to Shawn) Look at him. Sorry is no damn good. Lee: I panicked. Hershel: (briefly turns to Shawn) Look at him. Remember THAT next time you panic. Lee: I was worried about the boy. Hershel: (briefly turns to Shawn) Look at him. But you weren't worried about THAT. Lee: I thought I could help them both. Hershel: (briefly turns to Shawn) Look at him. You thought wrong. And now... Lee says nothing and shakes his head sadly. Hershel: (briefly turns to Shawn) Look at him. You've got nothing to say to him, do you?

Hershel turns away from the others.

Hershel: (sadly) Please, just go. (angrily) Get out and never come back!

Hershel kneels next to Shawn again. Kenny and Lee exchange glances and Katjaa looks at Clementine.

Kenny: You've got that ride to Macon if you want it.

Kenny, Katjaa, and Duck walk away.

Pharmacy

The group is in Kenny's truck, which sputters to a stop.

Kenny: Well, this is as far as we're going.

Lee: Then it's far enough.

Everyone gets out of the truck and walks down the street. Lee briefly stops in front of his family's pharmacy.

Duck: Look!

Duck points to what appears to be a person near a car in the distance. Kenny waves his arms to try to get their attention.

Kenny: Hey there! You friendly? Truck's run out of gas.

The person looks up, revealing that it's actually a zombie eating a dead survivor.

Kenny: FUCK!

Many zombies start approaching the group, surrounding them.

Katjaa: We're TRAPPED!

Duck: WAAH!

A zombie knocks Duck over and tries to attack him.

Duck: AHHH! NO! NO!

Someone shoots the zombie, who collapses on Duck. Duck, now covered in zombie blood, returns to the group and is hugged by his parents. The woman who saved Duck continues to shoot the zombies. Another survivor stands at the entrance of the pharmacy.

Glenn: RUN!

Carley fires a few more shots at the zombies and everyone runs into the building behind Glenn. He closes and padlocks the metal gate in front of the building and joins the others inside as zombies pound on the gate. Inside the pharmacy there are three additional survivors.

Lilly: We can't take risks like this!

Carley: And we can't just let people die, either.

Lilly: When I SAY "that door stays shut no matter what" I fucking MEAN it. We don't know who these people are; they could be dangerous!

Larry: Worse, they could've led 'em right to us!

Carley: Where the hell is your humanity?! They would've died out there!

Larry: Then we let 'em!

Lee: We have kids with us. Larry: I see ONE little girl... Lee: We're not dangerous; we're just regular folks. Lilly: What's DANGEROUS is a bunch of people running outside and drawing their attention to us. Kenny: Lee's right. We're just regular folks, but WE actually like helping people. Carley: You'll have to excuse her. Lilly: The hell he, or ANYONE will. This is about survival, do you guys not see what's happening? Lee: Whoa, chill the fuck out, lady. We're just people trying to avoid those things, just like you. Lilly: Don't come in here and swear at me! Lee: I'll say whatever I want if you start threatening these people. Carley: You'll have to excuse her. Lilly: The hell he, or ANYONE will. This is about survival, do you guys not see what's happening? Lilly: We can't trust anybody. We already know that. Carley: You'll have to excuse her. Lilly: The hell he, or ANYONE will. This is about survival, do you guys not see what's happening?

Clementine holds Lee's hand and looks up at him.

Lee: What is it?

Clementine: I...I have to pee.

Glenn: I'd go out there again in a second.

Lilly: I bet you would. You're a dumb, careless kid.

Carley: I would too!

Lee: In a minute, Clem. Lee: Then just go. Lee says nothing.

Clementine lets go of Lee's hand.

Glenn: They've got kids, Lilly.

Lilly: Those things outside don't care.

Kenny: Maybe you should go join 'em, then. You'll have something in common!

Larry: Goddamn it, Lilly, you have to control these people!

Lilly: Carley and Glenn just ran out there!

Larry: I don't give a flying fuck! We're in a warzone!

In the background, Clementine approaches the bathroom.

Lee: She's an asshole, that's for sure. Lilly will remember what you called her. Lilly: That's what it takes. Lee: Well, you don't have to be a bitch about it. Lee: She's not wrong. They took a risk. Lilly: Yes, we did. Lee: And we appreciate it. Now let's settle down. Lilly noticed what you said. Lee: She's the leader here. But it looks like she's losing control of her people. Lilly noticed what you said. Lilly: If you were in my shoes you'd be th-- Kenny: Lee, can you believe this lady? Larry: That lady's my daughter. Kenny: I can see the resemblance. My son won't grow up to be a raging fucking lunatic, that's for certain. Larry: Son?

Larry: Ho-ly SHIT.

Larry looks behind him. Duck is sitting on one of the chairs near the bar and Katjaa is attending to him.

Larry: Son of a bitch, one of them is bitten!

Lee: He wasn't bitten. Larry: Hell he wasn't! Lee: Shit. Larry: We let one in, you stupid shits! Lee says nothing.

Larry: We have to end this, now.

Larry walks over to Duck but Kenny stands in front of him, blocking his way.

Kenny: Over my dead body.

Larry: We'll dig one hole.

Katjaa: No! I'm cleaning him up! There's no bite! He's fine!

Katjaa hurriedly tries to wipe away the blood on Duck, searching for a bite.

Larry: Don't you fucking people get it? We've already SEEN this happen. We let someone with a bite stay and--and WE all end up bitten!

Kenny: Shut up.

Larry: We gotta throw him out! Or smash his head in!

Katjaa: KENNY! STOP HIM!

Kenny: Lee, what do we do about this guy?

Lilly: Dad, it's just a boy, it's--

Larry: Lilly, I'll handle this.

Lilly: But your heart, Dad. You need to calm down. We'll get this kid out of here.

Lee: It's either him or your son. I say it's him. Lee crosses his arms. Kenny will remember your loyalty. Kenny: Goddamn right; out on HIS ass with those THINGS. Lee: We reason with him. Lee crosses his arms. You didn't side with Kenny. Kenny: With the bloody end of an axe-handle, maybe! Nobody threatens my boy. Lee: We kick his ass. Lee crosses his arms. Kenny will remember your loyalty. Kenny: That's what I'm thinking. Kenny: With or without you, I'm protecting my kid with my LIFE.

Carley: Everyone CHILL THE FUCK OUT!

Lilly: Nobody is doing ANYTHING.

Larry: Shut up, Lilly! (turns to Carley) And YOU. Shut the fuck up. (turns back to the group) They will find us and they will get in here, and none of this will fucking matter. But right now we're about to be TRAPPED in here with one of those things.

Kenny: What the hell are you talkin' about?

Larry: He's bitten! That's how you TURN.

Katjaa: He's not bitten! Lee, stop this! It's upsetting him!

Larry: Oh, I'm "upsetting" him? Upsetting is getting eaten alive!

Lilly: Dad, we get it, it's a big deal.

Larry: Do you? You're not fucking acting like it!

Lee: It's Larry, right? Man, this is his son. Larry: Look around, dumbass. I got a daughter in here, YOU got a daughter in here. Get your head out of your ass, boy. Lee: We've all got people in here and we can figure this out without killing anybody. There's another way. Larry: Yeah, with a shovel. Lee: What if this was your daughter? Larry: NEVER woulda happened. She's not some snot-nosed toddler, okay? She's United States Air Force. Kenny: Oh, fuck you AND her! Lee: Sit down, or that's IT. Larry: You gonna whoop me? You and what homo parade? Kenny: This one. Larry: HA, that's good! Little boy! Before you EAT your mommy, you can watch your dad get his nose broken. Lee says nothing.

Kenny: I'm gonna kill him, KAT. Just worry about Duck!

Clementine: Lee?

Clementine stands in front of the bathroom door.

Lee: Yeah?

Clementine: There's someone in there.

Lee: It's just locked. Key's behind the counter. Probably.

Larry: Hey, I'm not the bad guy here, I'm just looking out for my daughter!

Kenny: No, you're just the guy arguing for killing a kid!

Larry: He's covered in muck! She'll find the bite. WATCH.

Kenny: She won't.

Larry: And if she DOES? The first thing he'll do is sink his teeth into his mom's face. Then once she's dead, he'll probably pounce on YOUR little girl! She'll turn fast and then they'll be three. And that, boy, is the ballgame.

Lee: He's a little boy; I think we can handle him. Larry: A little boy?! He'll be an uncontrollable man-eater! Kenny: It's not gonna happen! Larry: It is and we're tossing him out NOW! Lee: Then we deal with it then. But right now we're just freaking everybody out. Kenny will remember your loyalty. Larry: Then get ready to deal with it because that boy is BITTEN. Kenny: It's not gonna happen! Larry: It is and we're tossing him out NOW! Lee: Then we do what you say. We toss him out and save the group. You didn't side with Kenny. Kenny: Lee?! What the fuck, man? Lee: What other choice is there? Larry: FINALLY. Someone gets some sense. But we can't wait--we are tossing him out NOW! Larry: Which pretty much seals the deal for me. We're throwin' him out!

Lee: Knock this guy out. Kenny: Happily. Kenny will remember your loyalty. Kenny punches Larry. Larry: Ahh! Lilly: JESUS! Larry punches Kenny and he falls to the ground. Kenny: Ahh! Glenn: Oh, man. Lee: (angrily, shouting) NO! You don't touch that boy, you don't TOUCH anybody! Kenny will remember your loyalty. Lee: (angrily, shouting) I've got a little girl I'm trying to protect in here too. You want to get violent, you old fuck?! Well, COME ON. You better have a plan to kill me, though, because it's ME before anyone else in here! Lee: I'm sorry, Kenny. He's right. This is about survival. You didn't side with Kenny. Kenny: LEE?! This is my boy, Lee! My boy! We can't! Katjaa: No, he's not bitten! Look! Look, he's clean! Not a scratch! Kenny: Not a goddamn scratch, what do you think about that... Larry: It's Larry. And I'm fucking sorry. Kenny: Good. Lilly: Look, we're fish in a barrel here. With all the commotion we could be under siege any minute. Kenny: Then we better start fortifying this place. I'll work on getting that window barricaded. Lilly: Good. Dad, sit down. Larry: I'm FINE, Lilly. Lilly: Dad...please. Larry: Alright. Lee: You're right, man. That boy is a time bomb. You didn't side with Kenny. Larry: Then it's settled. Kenny: LEE?! This is my boy, Lee! My boy! We can't! Lee: I'm sorry, Kenny. He's right. This is about survival. Katjaa: No, he's not bitten! Look! Look, he's clean! Not a scratch! Kenny: Not a goddamn scratch, what do you think about that... Larry: It's Larry. And I'm fucking sorry. Kenny: Good. Lilly: Look, we're fish in a barrel here. With all the commotion we could be under siege any minute. Kenny: Then we better start fortifying this place. I'll work on getting that window barricaded. Lilly: Good. Dad, sit down. Larry: I'm FINE, Lilly. Lilly: Dad...please. Larry: Alright. Katjaa: No, he's not bitten! Look! Look, he's clean! Not a scratch! You didn't side with Kenny. Kenny: Not a goddamn scratch, what do you think about that... Larry: It's Larry. And I'm fucking sorry. Kenny: Good.

Clementine screams as the bathroom door opens and a zombie emerges from it, trying to attack her.

Larry: Jesus!

Lee: CLEMENTINE!

Lee tries to run over to her, but bumps into Lilly and falls to the ground, hitting his head. His vision is blurry, but he can vaguely see the zombie grabbing Clementine.

Lee gets up and runs over to Clementine, pulling the zombie away from her. Lee: Get away from her, you son of a bitch! The zombie gets up and attacks Lee, and he tries to push it away. Lee: Ah, god, get...off...ugh... The zombie gets shot and falls to the floor. Lee: Man... Carley lowers her gun. Carley: You okay? Lee: Just great, thanks. Clem will remember you protected her. Clementine: NO! LEE, HELP! Clementine covers her ears as the zombie is shot. Carley lowers her gun. Clementine will remember you didn't save her.

Glenn: Uh...guys?

Zombies growl and pound on the door.

Lilly: (whispering) Everybody DOWN! Stay QUIET!

Kenny and his family huddle together, Clementine hides behind Lee, and everyone else kneels down behind the shelves.

Larry: (whispering) They're gonna get in!

Kenny: (whispering) SHUT UP.

Noises and gunfire is heard outside.

Lee: Is that the military?

Lilly: I don't know.

Glenn: Thank god for whatever it is.

Larry gets up and marches across the room. Everyone leaves their hiding positions.

Larry: We almost DIED because of this bitch and her itchy trigger finger! That was stupid! That was--

Larry groans and grabs his chest, falling to the floor.

Lilly: DAD!

Larry: (whispering) Shit. Fuck.

Lilly runs over to Larry, who is lying on his side on the floor.

Lee: What's wrong with him?! Lee: Was HE the one bitten?! Lilly: NO. Don't be crazy! Lee: I did try to get him to calm down... Lilly: Can it, asshole! Lee says nothing.

Lilly: It's his heart!

Larry: My pills...

Katjaa: Uh--um... Nitroglycerin pills?

Lilly stands up.

Lilly: YES. We're out. We've been trying to get into the pharmacy since we got here! Please, try to get in there! Behind the counter, where the pills are!

Lee: There's probably another entrance. Maybe through the office. Carley: How do you know that's an office? Lee: Educated guess. Lilly: It doesn't matter. We need nitroglycerin pills. Please get in there. I'll keep an eye on my dad. Lee: We'll get in there somehow. Lilly: Thank you so much. We need nitroglycerin pills. Please get in there. I'll keep an eye on my dad. Lee: What are we looking for? Lilly: We need nitroglycerin pills. Please get in there. I'll keep an eye on my dad. Lee says nothing.

Kenny: Everyone else should get comfy and look for anything useful. We could be in here a while.

Glenn: I'm starting to think this drugstore isn't a permanent solution.

Kenny: You're right, this ain't exactly Fort Knox.

Lee: What do you suggest?

Glenn: We need as much gas as possible so we can ALL get out of downtown Macon. Fast.

Lee: Agreed.

Glenn: Then I'll head out and get gas. There's a motel not too far from here, out towards the end of Peachtree. I'll work my way towards it and then loop back, siphoning what I can.

Lee: You're insane. Glenn: Well, it's gotta get done. Plus, I'm quick and I know Macon. Lee: Local? Glenn: Born and raised. Lee: Damn, that'd be great. Glenn: Well, it's gotta get done. Plus, I'm quick and I know Macon. Lee: Local? Glenn: Born and raised. Lee: You know your way around? Local? Glenn: Born and raised. Glenn: Alright, silence is consent. That's the plan.

Lee: If you're gonna do that, here's a walkie-talkie if you get in a tight spot. Hopefully you won't need it.

Lee gives his walkie-talkie to Glenn.

Glenn: Cool.

Lee: Clementine's got the other one. Check in with her and get back here as soon as you can.

Kenny: And, you, what's your name?

Lilly: It's Lilly. My dad's Larry.

Kenny: Keep a good eye on him. These boys will work on getting you your medicine.

Lee: That's right.

Kenny: And you, you keep an eye on that front door. You're our lookout.

Doug: It's Doug, you got it.

Carley: And I'm Carley.

Kenny: Okay, Carley, you'll shift in with Doug when he needs it. For now, get some rest--you're a good shot and I'd like to keep it that way.

Carley: (nods) You got it, boss.

Kenny: Now get him those pills.

Kenny stands next to Katjaa and Duck. Lilly kneels next to Larry, who is now propped up on the shelves behind him. Doug looks out the window near the entrance. Carley works on a radio and Clementine sits on a cardboard box nearby, holding her radio.

Lee: "Central High Takes State." The paper's a week old. Feels like years. Lee: Looks like nobody got a chance to donate anything before this all went down. (Same dialogue as "What are you working on?" discussion with Carley.) The board has an thank-you message to the customers and various advertisements for an air show, an Easter egg hunt at the Travelier Motel, and an IT service. The photographs are of the Everett family. Lee: No "I'm sorry to hear your loved one was eaten by the living dead" cards. Lee takes the two batteries in various places in the store. Lee takes a closer look at the clippings. Lee: I don't remember them very well. Lee: It's all melted now. Lee takes three energy bars in various places in the store. Lee: The pills are in there. Lee: It's not damaged; I'm glad this place didn't get looted. Lee: This battery should fit the radio. Lee gives Carley the battery. Carley: Great, thanks. Lee: And here's another one. Lee gives Carley the battery. Carley: Should be able to get it to work now. Lee: It's not much, but here you go. Lee gives Clementine an energy bar. Clementine: Thank you. Lee: Of course. You took care of Clementine. Lee: Here, I've been finding some stuff to eat. Lee takes out the energy bar. Carley: Oh, uh, thanks. Lee: You're welcome. Carley: Are you sure your girl doesn't need it? Lee: She's good. I've been trying to keep her fed and watered. Carley: You're a good caretaker. Lee: Thanks. Lee: Oh, uh, yeah, she might, I suppose. Carley: Yeah, give it to her. I can take care of myself. Lee: Okay. Lee: It's not much, but here. For the boy. Lee gives Duck an energy bar. Kenny: Aw, thanks, Lee. He appreciates it. Kenny appreciates your concern for Duck. Katjaa: That's sweet, Lee. Lee: It's not much, but here. Lee offers Lilly an energy bar. Lilly: Are you sure? Lee: Yeah. You're under quite a bit of stress. Lilly: Thanks. That's, uh...really sweet. Lee: Don't mention it. (Can be done only after he has been rescued from the motel) Lee: Here. I found some snacks. Glenn: I’m cool. Not much of an appetite. Maybe save it for one of the kids?

Talk To Carley

Lee: You're a pretty good shot. Carley: Well, you don't fuck with a reporter, especially one that's three days out from her last cup of coffee. Lee: Hey, Carley.

Lee: You seem to handle yourself pretty well. Carley: Ha, really? I'm a disaster. Lee: I can't tell. Carley: My news editor was eaten about five feet away from me, and I would've joined her if it wasn't for that dorky guy on watch over there. Lee: I'm sorry. Carley: She was an asshole, but, you know. Lee: Yeah. Lee: That guy saved you? Carley: Yeah, can you believe it? Those creeps, or--or ghouls or whatever the hell they are, they were pulling our van apart and that guy, Doug, just came to the rescue. Lee: You can never tell who the heroic ones are gonna be, I suppose. Carley: He's kind of cute, in that parent's basement sort of way. Lee: Huh? Carley: Huh? Oh...nothing. Lee: How'd you end up here? Carley: We drove up to cover the Cherry Blossom festival. Real hard-hitting stuff. Lee: Sounds worth it. Lee: What are you messing around with there? Carley: A radio. I can't get it to work, though. Lee: Here, let me have a look. Lee picks up the radio and flips it over. He opens the battery door and discovers that it's empty. Lee: There are no batteries in this thing. Carley: What now? Lee: You know that there are no batteries in that thing. Lee puts the radio down. Carley: Yeah, of course, I mean, yeah. (pauses) No. Lee: I can try to find some. Needs two. Carley: Thanks, I wouldn't even really know what to look for. (After asking what she's working on.) Lee: I'm still looking for batteries for that thing. Carley: Thanks, I appreciate it. (After giving batteries to Carley.) Lee: It's still not working? Carley: Yeah, I can't figure it out. Lee: Let me have a look at that thing. Carley: Go ahead. Lee flips the radio around, opens the battery door, switches the position of the batteries, closes the door, pulls up the antenna, turns up the volume, and presses the "on" button. The radio buzzes to life and Lee sets it back on the table. Carley: You fixed it! Radio: As the unknown affliction continues to spread unchecked, the estimated death toll continues to skyrocket. WABE urges you to stay indoors, and avoid any contact with individuals you suspect may have been exposed. Carley: The station is okay! Radio: In the event of a full...uh, my producer is telling me we have to get off the air. Carley: Steve... Radio: WABE wishes you and your loved ones... (static) God bless you all. (static) (After fixing the radio.) Lee: That radio signoff didn't sound too good. Are you okay? Carley: I'm fine. Lee: You don't have to be... It's traumatic. Carley: I'm sure some people got out. Maybe they're all being rescued. Then again, maybe not. Carley noticed your concern. Lee: You're really fine? All of your colleagues are probably dead. Carley: You don't think I know that?! Of course I'm not fucking fine! God, Lee. Just leave me alone. Lee: Alright, then. We don't need to talk about it. Carley: Thanks. There's nothing I can do now anyway. Carley noticed your concern. Carley: I'm fine... I'll be fine. Carley noticed your concern. Lee: I better get back to it. Carley: Yep.

Talk To Doug

Lee: Heard or seen anything?

Doug: Nothing, luckily. Wanna step outside, have a look around?

Lee: Ha, I'm not suicidal yet.

Doug: No, the gate out there is closed. We can hang out in front of the store and be fine.

Lee: Oh, huh.

Lee: Sure, let's go have a look around. Doug: Cool, and...we'll keep it down. Don't need to bring 'em back with any unnecessary noises. Lee: Agreed. Lee and Doug leave the store. Lee: Jesus. There are many zombies loitering outside, some eating dead bodies. Doug covers his mouth with his hand. Doug: I think I'm gonna be sick. Lee: They just... Doug: Eat. As far as I can tell, that's all they care about. Lee: And if one gets you... Doug: They eat you, and whatever is left comes back as one of them. Lee: How the fuck... Doug: I think it might be more than a couple days before all this gets sorted out. Lee: Yeah, I think so too. We better keep it down out here. Lee: Ha, too bad we don't have a way to come out here and watch the news. Doug: It would be nice to know what's going on elsewhere. Lee: Atlanta's in rough shape; that's all I know. Lee: Did you guys try to get in there and get weapons? Doug: I did, but it was too risky. Then a bunch of guys showed up and THEY tried... Lee: And what happened? Doug: I think they're most of who you see wandering around out there. Lee: Man, that's a hasty fortification job over there. Doug: Yeah, it didn't work. Lee: Look at the one trapped over there... Doug: Better him than us, huh? Lee notices that the identification card on the walker lists him as B. Everett, the manager of the pharmacy and Lee's brother. Lee: Oh, shit... Doug: What? Do you know that guy? Lee: He could be a drugstore employee. Doug: So you're saying he might have the pharmacy keys? Lee: I'm saying he might have the pharmacy keys. Doug: I don't know. Could be anybody, you know? They start rotting and get all chewed up and-- Lee: Shut up, Doug. Lee: Kind of. He...has a familiar face. Doug: Ah. You're from around here, huh? Could be anybody, you know? They start rotting and get all chewed up and-- Lee: Shut up, Doug. Lee: No, it's just sad. Fucked up. Doug: Yeah, it is. Doug: Could be anybody, you know? They start rotting and get all chewed up and-- Lee: Shut up, Doug. Lee: Look at the uniform, though. He could've worked at the drugstore and died with keys in his pocket. Doug: It would take a lot of effort to make it safe enough to go out there and see if he has the keys. If we can somehow prove that he worked here, I think it'd be worth it. Lee: I'll see what I can find... Lee: We prove that guy worked here and then we can try to clear the street to search him for the keys. Doug: Yeah, probably easier said than done. Lee: It's a combination lock. Lee: It's doing what locks do. Lee: I've got to knock that lock off of there. Doug: I imagine going out the back door and around is out of the question? If we're gonna help Larry we need to get this lock off of there. Lee gets up, about to open the lock. Doug: Hey, man, what are you doing? We can't even think about going out there unless the keys are out there, for sure! Lee presses a button on the remote and points it at the lock. Lee: Open sesame. Doug: That...won't work. Lee: I was kidding. Doug: It's universal, but not that universal. Lee: I know, Doug. Lee: I can't reach that brick. Talk To Doug Lee: Any idea where the pharmacy keys might be? Doug: We searched high and low inside before you guys got here. And they weren't on the old couple we took out of the office. Lee looks down sadly. Doug: Are you okay? Lee: I'm fine. If the keys aren't in the drugstore, think they could be out here? Doug: We now live in a world where "getting up and walking away" is an actual possibility, so... Lee: Right. Doug: No, we gotta keep looking around. Lee: We should think about searching that guy across the street. Doug: Maybe he has them, but who knows if he actually worked here? Lee: How'd you end up here? Doug: I moved here to live with my uncle. He does tech stuff and it just made sense. Lee: So, you're local. You probably knew the owners of this place. Doug: No, not really. I've only been here a couple months and I spend a lot of time... Lee: On the computer. Doug: No. Just doing my own thing. What about you? Lee: I grew up here. Been trying to get home since the dead came back. Doug: Oh, so you probably knew the owners, then? Lee: Yeah, I did. Good people. Lee: I knew some folks here. Seemed like as good a place as any. Doug: Oh, friends, family? They around? Lee: Family, but it doesn't seem like it. Lee: I just sort of ended up here. Doug: Oh, cool. You've got that little girl with you. Lee: Yeah. I'm just taking care of her. Lee: What's it matter? Doug: I guess it doesn't. When something like this happens, I suppose all that matters is where you are, not how you got there. Lee: Do you think we're safe here? Doug: Well, they haven't been able to get through this gate so far. And the drugstore is safe enough, I think. Whoever owned it took good care of it. It's well-stocked and it locks up well. Lee: What's everyone like in there? Doug: Oh...well, Carley is pretty nice, you know. Lee: Ha, yeah. Doug: Lilly doesn't take any crap. She's been running the show, keeping people on watch, things like that. And her dad... Lee: Yeah, that guy. Doug: He's kind of a dick. Pardon my French. Lee: Let's head back inside. Doug: Okay. Lee and Doug get up and go back inside. Lee decides not to speak to Doug. Lee: Eh, not right now... Doug: Alright, let me know if you want to.

Conversation Between Katjaa and Kenny

Katjaa: We can't let anything happen to Ducky.

Kenny: I know, hon.

Katjaa: We just need to get back to Fort Lauderdale.

Kenny: We'll do our damnedest.

Kenny: Try to get some rest, hon.

Katjaa: How can I with those things out there?

Talk to Kenny, Katjaa, and Duck

Kenny: Hey, Lee. Maybe punching him wasn't such a good idea. Lee: There were worse plans. Kenny: Says the guy who didn't get punched in the mouth. Anyway, we, Kat and I, appreciate your support. Katjaa: Thank you, Lee. Kenny: Hey, Lee. You really gave that old man hell. Lee: Yeah. We got pushed, you know? Kenny: You don't have to tell me; I was ready to tear the man's head off. Anyway, we, Kat and I, appreciate your support. Katjaa: Thank you, Lee. Kenny: Don't even come over here. Katjaa: Kenny... Kenny: No, Kat. This son of a bitch would've let that man feed our son to the wolves. Katjaa: Stop that, Kenny. We were all frightened. Even I thought that maybe...maybe we were going to lose our boy. Lee: I'm sorry, Katjaa. Katjaa: What if...he...? It's okay, Lee. Kenny: From here on out, Lee, I need to know that you're on my side. Lee: Yeah, I am; of course. Kenny: Good. Thank you. Lee: It's not that simple. Kenny: Fine. Forget it, then. Katjaa: Kenny, Lee's a good man. And we're all still strangers here. Katjaa reaches out her hand and Kenny sighs, placing his hand on top of hers. Kenny: I guess you're right, hon. Anyway, Lee, what was it?

Lee: How's Duck doing? Katjaa: He's okay, it was just a shock. Kenny: We're lucky as hell nobody got nabbed on the way in here. Lee: No kidding. Katjaa: How's she doing? Lee: She's good, I think. Kenny: She's a tough one, right there. Katjaa: She's just a little girl, Ken. Kenny: What were you sayin', Lee, she spent days surviving on her own? Lee: That's right. Kenny: Not just any little girl can do that. Lee: Well, her family's dead, so, uh... Katjaa: That's awful, Lee. Kenny: Yeah, well... She seems to be handling herself alright. Katjaa: She's just a little girl, Ken. Kenny: Lee says she spent days on her own. That takes toughness. Katjaa: But you have no idea what sort of emotional damage is happening to her every second her family is gone. Lee: How should I know? Katjaa frowns and glares at Lee. Katjaa: Well, you'd ask her. Lee: I'm just trying to do the best I can. Katjaa: You are all she's got. And from the looks of it, that's a two-way street. Kenny: Katjaa, give the guy a break. Katjaa: No, Ken. We don't know how long this is going to last. That girl needs someone to be there for her and from the looks of it, Lee could use the same. Katjaa frowns and glares at Lee. Katjaa: Well, someone ought to ask her. Lee: I'm just trying to do the best I can. Katjaa: You are all she's got. And from the looks of it, that's a two-way street. Kenny: Katjaa, give the guy a break. Katjaa: No, Ken. We don't know how long this is going to last. That girl needs someone to be there for her and from the looks of it, Lee could use the same. Lee: What's the plan? Kenny: Hang tight, I suppose. Seems pretty dangerous out there, so we oughta wait for things to clear up. Katjaa: You said your family was from here in Macon? Lee: That's right. Katjaa: Where are they? Should we go looking for them? Lee: I don't know. Katjaa: Well, wouldn't they be at their house or somewhere like that? Kenny: Kat, it's not our business. Lee: I...I'm not sure they made it. We passed some houses on the way in...and...things are pretty bad here. Katjaa: Well, you just don't know. Lee: They're...gone. Katjaa: Oh, my goodness, do you think? How? Lee: I just know, alright? Kenny: Kat, it's not our business. Lee: They owned this place. Lee: They pulled some bodies out of the office before we got here. They're...gone. Katjaa: Oh, sweetie... Kenny: Kat... Lee: They were good people. I wasn't around much, but, yeah, they're dead. Kenny: Kat, it's not our business. I'm sure wherever they are, they're doing better than we are. Lee: Are you guys alright? Kenny: We're just fine, considering. Lee: How about you, Duck? Katjaa: We've all been through a lot. Kenny: Lee, you got a second? Lee: Sure. Lee and Kenny walk a short distance away to talk privately. Kenny: Back on Hershel's farm... Lee: Yeah? Kenny: We didn't even try to save him. That blood is on our hands, you know? Lee: It happened pretty fast. Kenny: I guess, but I can't stop seeing him in my head. Lee: We can't kill ourselves over it. Kenny: WE killed that boy. We could've saved him together. Lee: We did what we could. Bad things happen. We didn't make a choice that killed Shawn. You think you do when you look back on it. But in a moment? When things are really out of control? You don't have any choice. Kenny: I guess. Lee: Try to let it go. Kenny will remember your loyalty. Kenny: I mean, it's my fault, right? I should've helped. Lee can choose another option, or be silent again. Kenny: Come on, give me something. The guilt's killing me. Lee can choose another option, or be silent again. Kenny: Fine. You're the fucking hero. You tried. Fine. You didn't side with Kenny. Lee: We let that boy die. Kenny: I know, man. I know... Lee: It wouldn't have taken much. Kenny: That's what I keep thinking... I keep seeing his face. Lee: Hmph. Kenny: Man, look at me. I don't know if I can carry this. Lee: What else is there to do? Kenny: I mean, it's my fault, right? I should've helped. Lee can choose another option, or be silent again. Kenny: Come on, give me something. The guilt's killing me. Lee can choose another option, or be silent again. Kenny: Fine. You're the fucking hero. You tried. Fine. You didn't side with Kenny. Kenny: I mean, it's my fault, right? I should've helped. Lee can choose another option, or be silent again. Kenny: Come on, give me something. The guilt's killing me. Lee can choose another option, or be silent again. Kenny: Fine. You're the fucking hero. You tried. Fine. You didn't side with Kenny. Kenny: I panicked, you know. I'm not proud of it. Lee: It happens. Kenny: I guess, but I can't stop seeing him in my head. Lee: Yeah, that's rough. Kenny: I killed that boy. We could've saved him together. Lee: You didn't have a choice. You think you do, when you look back on it. But in a moment? When things are really out of control? You don't have any choice. Kenny: I guess. Lee: Try to let it go. Kenny will remember your loyalty. Kenny: I mean, it's my fault, right? I should've helped. Lee can choose another option, or be silent again. Kenny: Come on, give me something. The guilt's killing me. Lee can choose another option, or be silent again. Kenny: Fine. You're the fucking hero. You tried. Fine. You didn't side with Kenny. Lee: You let that boy die. Kenny: I know, man. I know... Lee: What would it have taken? You free Duck, you clear your head, and we get that tractor off his leg. Kenny: That's what I keep thinking... I keep seeing his face. Lee: Good. You should. We need to be able to count on one another. Kenny: I mean, it's my fault, right? I should've helped. Lee can choose another option, or be silent again. Kenny: Come on, give me something. The guilt's killing me. Lee can choose another option, or be silent again. Kenny: Fine. You're the fucking hero. You tried. Fine. You didn't side with Kenny. Kenny: I mean, it's my fault, right? I should've helped. Lee can choose another option, or be silent again. Kenny: Come on, give me something. The guilt's killing me. Lee can choose another option, or be silent again. Kenny: Fine. You're the fucking hero. You tried. Fine. You didn't side with Kenny. Kenny stands for a moment, contemplating Lee's words. He then returns to Katjaa and Duck, and they share sad glances. Lee: Better get back to getting this guy's medicine. Kenny: Hmph. Take your time.

Talk To Kenny Again

Lee: How are we doing?

Kenny: If you don't mind, I think my family and I are gonna rest for a bit. Let me know if that asshole over there takes a turn for the worse.

Lee: You got it.

Talk To Lilly

Lee: How's he doing? Lilly: I'm not sure I got your name. Lilly stands up. Lee: It's Lee. Lilly: Lilly. My dad's Larry. I was just doing what I had to earlier. Lee: Everyone was. Lilly: Now his heart's acting up again, and I'm powerless to do anything. Lilly: You didn't have to call me a bitch in front of my people. I don't need that shit, alright? It's hard enough to be in charge of people's lives without some dick cutting you down. Lilly: And that violence before, with my dad--that didn't help. Lilly: And... You should know I didn't think he was in the right. Lee: You didn't say anything. And Duck could've been bitten. Lilly: Sure... I guess. Lee: Hey.

Lee: What's wrong with him? Lilly: He's got a heart condition. He takes nitroglycerin tablets pretty regularly. I've seen a few bad attacks that he couldn't get over and needed to go to the hospital. Lee: Yeah, that's not really an option right now. Lilly: I'm just trying to keep him relaxed. Lee: He's got a temper. Larry: Ah, fuck you. Lilly: Yeah...he doesn't mean it. Lee: It's just that... Lilly: Yeah? Lee: We've got kids here. Families. Lilly: He and I are a family. Lee: I'm just saying, some people can't handle a temper like that. Hell, it barely seems like you can. Lilly: It's just his way. Don't make him the reason everything's screwed. Lee: Never mind, I'm sure he's a good guy. Lilly: He is. He just has his issues. Lee: You're from here? Lilly: I work at Warner Robbins. The Air Force base. Lee: Yeah, I know it. Pilot? Lilly: Nah, just mechanical admin stuff. I deal with a bunch of shitheads and bureaucrats all day. Sometimes a plane, if I'm lucky. You? Lee: I work up at UGA. Lee: Was anyone here when you guys got here? Lilly: No, this place was pretty wrecked. We pulled a couple of bodies out of the office. Lee looks shocked and sad. Lilly: Are you okay? Lee nods. Lee: Yeah, I'm fine. Lilly: Did you know anybody here? Lee: Yeah, the owners. They were...we were close. Lilly: I'm sorry. We found an older couple in the office. Dad hauled them out in case they weren't really dead. Lee: What do you think about all this? Lilly: What is there to think? The dead are up, walking around, eating people, and turning them into more...more...of them. I mean, Jesus. Lee: We need to stick together and get through this. Lilly: Where's her mom? Lee: Savannah, I think. Lilly: Oh, you guys aren't together? Lee: Oh, no, I'm not her dad. I found her in a house when getting out of Atlanta. She'd been surviving by herself. I think the girl's parents didn't make it. Lilly: Oh. Lee: I heard an answering message; they were in Savannah, she was home with a sitter. It wasn't good. Lilly: Well, she's lucky to have you. I'm gonna get back to him. Lee: Sounds good. Lilly: Oh, and, Lee? Lee: Yeah? Lilly: It was a crazy situation and you froze. Before, with that thing coming out of the bathroom, I've seen trained killers do the same. Lee: Uh, yeah. Lilly: Just don't beat yourself up over it. We stick together and we'll be okay. Lee nods. Lilly: I'm gonna get back to him. Lee: Sounds good. Lilly returns to kneeling next to Larry.

Talk To Clementine

Lee kneels down.

Lee: Hey there.

Clementine: Hi.

Lee: Any word from Glenn? Clementine shakes her head. Clementine: Nothing. Is he okay? Lee: Yeah, I think so. You're doing a good job. Lee: Can I get you anything? Clementine: I'm okay. Maybe I'm a little hungry. Lee: Still, huh? Clementine: Yeah. It wasn't much. Lee: I know, Clem. I'll see if I can find something else for you. Lee: I'll see about that. Lee: So...uh... Clementine: Are you okay? Lee: What? Uh, yeah, yeah, I'm fine. I just, uhh...I'm good. Clementine: That's good. Lee: Yeah, I think so. Being good is good. Despite the circumstances. Clementine: Yep. Lee: Well, sit tight. Lee gets up. Clementine: Okay.

Lee opens the office door and enters the room. Clementine follows him inside. Lee notices the bed covered in blood.

Lee: I can't...I can't think about them in here.

Lee: How are you doing? Clementine: Okay. Lee: This door leads to the back alley. Lee: My parents came in here hoping to survive...but it looks like one of them was hurt. I wonder if it was my dad. Trying to be a hero, maybe. Or protect her, at least. Lee: There's a photo over there. Lee: A first aid kit. Lee: Luckily there's nothing I need in here. Lee: We oughtta clear this door for when we find the keys. Lee: That's the door to the pharmacy, we should be able to find pills for Larry in there. Lee: The keys are on that zombie out on the street. Lee: It's locked, we need to track down the keys if we're going to help Larry. Lee: I oughtta clear a path to opening that door.

Talk To Clementine:

Lee: Everyone out there seem alright to you? Clementine: Yeah. Well, maybe not the sick guy. Lee: Yeah. We'll keep an eye on him. Clementine: There was that thing in the bathroom. It tried to get me. Lee: I know. Clementine: But you stopped it. Lee: Yeah, I did. Clementine: Can you do that more? Lee: Well, I'm not gonna go looking for them. Clementine: I mean, get the dangerous ones. Clementine: I was scared. Lee: Yeah, I was far away. Clementine: That lady saved me. Lee: I'm glad she did. Clementine: Maybe stay closer next time? So you're not so far away? Lee: I'm gonna try. Clementine: Good. Lee: Have you heard from Glenn? Clementine: Not in a little while. Lee: I'm gonna keep looking around. Clementine: Okay.

Lee picks the wooden pallet blocking the door, and a cane falls out from behind it. Lee leans the pallet against the wall next to the door and picks up the cane.

Clementine: What's that?

Lee: This was my dad's cane. He'd zip around here on it from time to time.

Clementine: Was he sick?

Lee: Nah, he was okay. I actually saw him whoop shoplifters with it. (chuckles) This cane's protected this place better than any guard dog ever could.

Lee leans the cane against the wall near the pallet.

Lee: Plus, he knew how to make it look cool. Like you, with your hat.

Clementine: My dad gave it to me.

Lee: See, dads are smart like that.

Lee prepares to move the desk.

Lee: Better get this door clear, huh?

Clementine: Can I help?

Lee: Sure.

Lee and Clementine grab onto the desk.

Lee: Here we go. Watch your fingers in the drawers.

They pull the desk backward, then stop.

Lee: How are you doing? Clementine: Yeah. It's not that heavy. Lee: How about with everything outside? Clementine: It's not good. Lee: No, it's not. Clementine: But I think it'll be okay. Lee: Things have been scary, huh? Clementine: Yeah... It's not good. I don't know why everyone is crazy. Lee: Neither do I, Clementine. Nobody does, I don't think. Clementine: I bet my dad does. Lee: You don't need anything, right? Clementine: No. I get hungry a lot. Lee: Okay, good to know. And you don't have any allergies or anything I should know about, right? Don't kids have allergies or asthma or just general maladies? Clementine looks quizzical, thinking for a moment. Clementine: My friend Alfred has a peanut allergy. Lee: But you're cool? Clementine: I think so.

Lee smiles at Clementine.

Lee: Okay, here we go.

They move the desk backward again, then Lee begins pushing it to the side, but pauses when Clementine speaks to him.

Clementine: Do you have kids?

Lee: No.

Clementine: You don't have a family?

Lee: What do your parents do? Clementine: My mom is a doctor and my dad is an engineer. Lee: Those are good jobs. Clementine: What's your job? Lee: I, uh, teach history and writing and things like that. Clementine: Like...um...social studies? Lee: Yeah, like that. Clementine nods, then looks at Lee. Clementine: You didn't answer my question... Lee: Let's not talk about that. Do you play sports? Clementine: I play soccer, but I don't really like it. Lee: I'm not crazy about it either. Lee: Let's just move this thing. Clementine looks down sadly. Clementine: Oh. Okay. I'm sorry. Lee: It's fine.

Lee: Alright, a little further.

Lee and Clementine rotate the desk so that it's vertically in front of the door.

Clementine: Why don't you want to talk about your family? Do they, like...hate you?

Lee: Because they're dead. Clementine: Oh. I'm sorry. Lee: You didn't know. Clementine: I'm just sorry for being mean. Lee: I hope not. It's just complicated, that's all. Clementine: Why? Lee: It just is. Clementine: But you love them, right? Lee: Yeah, of course. Lee: I wouldn't blame them. Clementine: Why? Did you fight? I fight with my mom sometimes. Lee: We didn't fight. We just didn't talk for a while.

Lee kneels down in front of Clementine.

Lee: Look, my family is gone and I just wish things would've been different.

Clementine: Yeah.

Lee: I got into some trouble and then I didn't talk to them for a while. This used to be their store. But let's just keep that between you and me, okay? Clementine: Okay. Because of the trouble? Lee: That's right. Now, let's get this done. Lee: I'm not a bad guy, okay? Things happened and we didn't talk much after that. Clementine: My parents don't talk to me when I get in trouble. Lee: I can relate. Lee: I, uh... I ki... I got into a fight once. Clementine: And what happened? Lee: And it ended really badly. After that, I wasn't allowed to talk to my family. Clementine: That's so sad... Lee: Let's move this thing. Clementine: I guess let's finish moving the desk, huh? Lee: Yeah, let's do it.

Lee and Clementine start pushing the desk against the wall. Clementine suddenly jumps back.

Clementine: Ow!

Clementine holds her right pointer finger as it bleeds.

Lee: Are you okay?

Clementine: I hurt my finger.

Lee: Is it bleeding?

Clementine: A little.

Lee picks up Clementine and seats her on the desk.

Lee: I'll find you a bandage.

After a while, Clementine will speak to Lee.

Clementine: Lee?

Lee: Yeah?

Clementine: What if my parents come home and I'm not there?

Clementine's comments while waiting for Lee to answer

Clementine: Lee?

Clementine: I asked you a question.

Lee: They'll, uh...track us down. Don't worry. Clementine: Yeah. Okay. We should keep a lookout. Lee: I don't think they will. They want you to be safe. We'll find them if we can.

Clementine: I've got my walkie-talkie in case they try that way.

Lee: Stay close to me until then, okay?

Clementine nods.

Lee opens the desk drawer and searches it, taking the remote inside.

Lee: It's the remote to my dad's TV.

Lee: How are we doing over there? Clementine: Okay. It still hurts. Lee: There's a band-aid in there, I bet. Clementine: Oh, good. Lee: Dad told me he bought that TV to watch baseball in here, but I caught him watching "his stories" more than a few times. Lee presses the buttons on the remote, but nothing happens. Lee: That's what I figured.

Lee searches the first-aid kit and retrieves a bandage. Lee kneels down in front of Clementine and holds her hand, inspecting her injured finger.

Lee: Let's have a look at that finger.

Lee moves her injured finger.

Lee: Ow.

Clementine: It hurt.

Lee: Let's see if we can do something about it.

Lee: You got a nice little cut on the underside here. Clementine: That's where it hurts the most. Lee: We need a bandage for that, I think. Getting an infection might be a big deal now. Clementine: What do you mean? Lee: Just might be tough to get to a doctor for a little while. We need to keep you in tip-top shape. Lee: Does it hurt when I do this? Lee wiggles Clementine's finger and she inhales sharply. Clementine: (pained) A little. Not too much. Lee: You sure? Clementine: (pained) Yeah. Lee: How about if I press here? Lee squeezes Clementine's finger lightly. Clementine: Ow! Lee: Big ow or a 