
But, HEY, look who's really coming into his own (I'll give you a hint) ... it's GLENN! Found his way into two wet holes in one week, didn't he (fist bumps fraternity brothers, slits own throat).
The episode opens with Daryl — who's driving his loud, zombie-attention-getting motorcycle — and the rest of the group pulling up at the farmhouse, where a nice little memorial service is being put together for Otis. And who better than Shane — his hands soaked with Otis' blood, his body draped in Otis' overalls — to speak about the dearly departed?! Shane paints a really pretty picture of Otis' demise, and says that without Otis, he never would've made it out alive. And that's true! Without Otis' sweet, sweet meat ...
Oh, and speaking of sweet, our selfless little ventriloquist dummy Carl — still recovering from surgery — wakes up, and all he wants to know is whether Sophia's OK. The sweaty lady posing as Carl's father lies and says she is.
As Rick grows paler, it seems "his people" are relying on him less and less. T-Dog and Dale set about fetching water from wells on the property. Pretty farmgirl Maggie and Glenn — the Go-to-Town Expert™ — plan a trip to the pharmacy. And Daryl sets off to find Sophia on his own. Rick's all, like, b-b-b-but wait, we have a base now so we can organize a search (adjusts glasses on bridge of nose). Daryl's, like, "Yeah, Rick, you're so good at plans," and goes anyway.
More rain on Rick's parade (actually, it's just sweat): Hershel, reminds him that they don't really have a base at all. "We don’t normally take in strangers," says Hershel. "I cant have your people thinking this is permanent.
Once you find your girl and your boy is fit to travel I expect you’ll move on. I need to be clear on that." Rick should've gone ahead and agreed, 'cause no way are they ever finding Sophia.
Lori gives Glenn a special request from the drug store. From the feminine hygiene aisle. They don't say what it is, but we all know it's a pregnancy test, right?
T-Dog's feeling bad about that stuff he said on the highway — even though he really should beware racists (OMG OMG MERLE'S COMING BACK) — and Dale's, like, "Aw, shucks, I don't even know what you're talking about." And T-Dog's like, "Fantastic, Dale. I'm just going to enjoy some of this nice, refreshing well water." And Dale's, like, "I wouldn't do that if I were you." Oh, but why Dale? Because there's a fucking bloated, waterlogged monster at the bottom? That's a very good reason that I'll most certainly take into consideration.
The gang acts like a bunch of real n00bs by trying to catch bloaty zombie with a canned ham. Not even zombies like canned ham. No, no. They like squirmy Asian guys! Glenn agrees to be dangled down the well and comes really, really close to getting killed by his incompetent friends. The zombie fishing expedition is a failure ... OR IS IT? It isn't, is what I'm saying. Glenn, despite all his screaming and squirming and crying, managed to wrap a rope around bloaty. Just the start of Glenn's fun, sexy day.
OK, so, the whole point of getting the zombie out of the well before killing it in the head was to not contaminate the water. My question: Would anyone have wanted to drink that water even if the zombie hadn't pulled apart and spilled all his innards (of which there was very much) right back into the well?
Meanwhile, Daryl, whilst searching for Sophia, finds an abandoned, horror-movie house in the woods, and LOOK! A little hobo pallet in the pantry. He also finds two Cherokee roses blooming outside. And we find that Daryl is an old softy with an impressive knowledge of Native American lore.
Glenn and pretty farmgirl Maggie arrive at the pharmacy unscathed, and a sign in the window tells them to take what they need and also to be blessed by God. So folksy. And Glenn's in luck! The pharmacy has the pregnancy test Lori requested and he has the penis that Maggie requested. Sex ensues, and they don't get immediately killed for it unlike all other sex-havers in the history of the horror genre.
Things are lookin' up for Rick, too. Sure, he's still pale and sweaty, but Hershel's had some time to think, and he's decided that "Rick's people" can maybe stay, as long as they "respect my rules." I sure hope "No pharmacy fucking" and "No Otis killing" aren't among those rules.
Exactly as I'd predicted, gunshot wounds are really becoming a bonding opportunity for Rick and Carl. Rick takes off his hat and gives it to Carl, and we puke into ours. Meanwhile, Lori walks into a field carrying a knife, and gives herself an amateur abortion. No, no. The knife is just for protection (but didn't we all think that's what she was gonna do with it?) while she pees on the pregnancy test. Aaaaaaaaaaand ... she's got a monster in her well, too.
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if the plot trajectory is anything like the comic book then rick is going to become an exponential badass here soon
Gwynned don't stop..you're killing me...the good way.
"Sex ensues, and they don't get immediately killed for it unlike all other sex-havers in the history of the horror genre."
Yeah I was waiting for the bite. Farmer's daughter..oh hell yeah, I nearly Cained my TV.
WTF sup with the stupid farmer/vet/surgeon, anyway. "Don't turn my land into an armed camp." It's the goddamn zombie apocalypse fer Chrissake! C'mon. Man.
EP if you leak any explicit spoilers I will crawl through the frickin' internet and strangle you. Jeez.
If hyphenated phrases killed zombies this recapitulation - in the right hands - could eradicate an entire epidemic.