This episode was a relatively silent, psychological
affair. The main focus here was on
Maggie, Daryl and Sasha who were the three characters hit hardest by the
deaths of Beth and Tyreese. The opening
sequence briefly showcases each of these characters wallowing in their own
personal brand of misery and grief as they search for water. Maggie sobs up against a tree, Daryl eats
worms, and Sasha wanders in a dried up riverbed of dead frogs.
Empty handed, the trio returns to the group, and they get
back into their van, which must be in some desperate need of Febreeze. Does Febreeze go bad? I feel like it’s gotta be a must-have
essential in this new, shower-less world. Moments later we see the van roll to
a stop with a clunk, out of gas. The group decides to hoof it.
(Side note – It’s kind of weird that the gang is so
underprepared for this final 100 mile stretch as they seemed to be incredibly well prepared
for their 500 mile journey from Atlanta to the Shire. Is this an indication that our gang is starting
to give up?)
On the road again, Rick carries Judith like a sack of
potatoes in a carrier, and tries to give Daryl a pep talk. Daryl doesn’t want to talk about Daryl, he
wants to talk about survival. He peels
off from the group and heads to the woods to search for water, and Carol says
she’s going with him.
Since we didn’t get to see Beth’s funeral, this episode acts like
her wake, with all the characters lining up to interact with Maggie, offering
advice and random presents instead of the usual frozen casseroles and elaborate
arrangements from a local florist. First,
Carl gifts Maggie with a clunky yellow and pink music box, saying he found it while looking for water. Maggie looks a bit surprised but takes it and
thanks him.
Carl lied. We all know secret music boxes come from Junk Lady in Labyrinth. Photo Credit: pandora society |
Next up it’s Gabriel’s turn to present Maggie with
something. He says, “Whenever you’re
ready, I’m here.” Maggie sternly rebuffs
his approach. She says, “You don’t know shit.
You were there to save your flock, right? Don’t act like that didn’t happen.” Damn skippy.
Out in the woods, it’s clear that Carol didn’t come to
search for water. She came to confront
Daryl. She tells him that she thinks
Beth saved both of their lives. She gifts Daryl Beth’s knife and gives him a sweet and direct pep talk, encouraging him to face his grief. She sweeps Daryl’s grease soaked hair from
his face and gently kisses his forehead.
Caryl shippers all over the world rejoice.
Omnious music starts up in the background as our crew
realizes they’ve attracted a small horde of walkers. They move in a slow parade on the road behind
our gang, and Sasha mentions to Michonne that she thinks she can take
them. Michonne throws some serious shade
at Sasha and tells her no way.
A bit later, the gang stands in action-hero formation on either
side of a small overpass. They start
listlessly tossing the walkers over the decline, in an attempt to conserve
their fading energy. Suddenly Sasha goes
rogue, grabbing one of the walkers by the collar and tussling with it for a
moment before slamming her knife into its skull. Don’t anger the beast, Sasha. And by the beast I mean Michonne, who flips
into full Momma Bear mode. She hisses at
Sasha to stop, but Sasha shrugs Michonne off like a sullen teen.
Crisis averted, the gang continues down the road. They approach a small knot of cars, and
Maggie rifles through one of them. She
walks over to the trunk and pops it open.
She finds a gagged walker, hands and legs tightly bound - Fifty Shades
Gone Wrong.
Maggie stares at the walker with dead eyes and slams the
trunk shut, not wanting to deal. Thinking
twice she goes back to dispose of the walker, but can’t get the trunk
open. She angrily jiggles the keys,
gritting her teeth, frustration mounting on her face and she suddenly pulls out
her gun. Aiming the barrel at the lock
with a shaky hand, she’s saved by Glenn who places a gentle hand on her
shoulder.
Glenn’s presence seems to return her to the world, and she
explains the situation to him. He opens
the trunk, quietly takes care of the walker, then turns to Maggie and says,
“let’s go.” Awww they’re such a sweet
apocalypse couple. They just get each
other. Glaggie 4Eva.
That night the gang rests on the edge of the road. Abe unscrews a small bottle of brown liquor
and Tara argues that he’s going to make it worse. Eugene remarks that it can’t get worse, when
it totally gets worse. A pack of snarling
feral dogs emerges from the woods, teeth bared, ready to strike.
The gang bristles and barely has time to prepare for the
attack when PEW PEW PEW!! Sasha takes
care of them in short order with her gigantic gun. I'm willing to bet that Sasha wasn’t a fan of ‘Must Love
Dogs’.
To be fair, this movie kind of made me want to shoot something too. Photo Credit: Wikipedia |
Rick is quiet for a moment, then turns and starts to gather
kindling. A bit later, everyone gathers around a campfire, chewing on greasy dog meat with pained faces. Maggie watches as Gabriel crumples his priest
collar and tosses it in the fire before taking a resigned chomp of juicy dog
leg. This scene marks yet another sign of the groups continued decent from humanity and the world that once was.
(Side note – Like Bob’s leg the WD props team
made the dog look super delicious. Why
would they do this to us? I wanted to
scream “Save me a leg!” while snuggling with my own sweet, beloved dog in front of the
TV. But my dog wouldn’t stand a chance
in the apocalypse, so I guess it’s kind of a moot point.)
The next morning the group soldiers on. Glenn is a smartie and appears to have
conserved his water as he’s still got a half bottle remaining. He offers it to Maggie who says, “I don’t
know if I want to fight anymore.” She’s
basically asking herself the same question Tyreese asked in the last episode: Is
this life worth living? Glenn says, “We fought to be here, and we have to keep
fighting.” Apparently this is what
Maggie needs to hear, because she takes a sip of water. Again – Glaggie 4EVA.
Down the road, Abe offers Sasha a sip of his hooch. She says it’ll make things worse, and Abe
sagely responds, “The way you’re going, you’re what’s going to make things
worse.” Sasha continues her sullen teen
act and snaps, “We’re not friends.” Abe
just shrugs and takes another belt from his bottle.
The sun is high in the sky, beating down our gang, and everyone
glistens with sweat, moisture they can’t afford to be losing.
Lucille Bluth would totally be drinking with Abe. Photo Credit: Netflix screen shot |
Daryl breaks off from the group again, saying he’s going to
find water, but he does no such thing.
He finds a spot near some trees, and stares out at a barn. The structure is reminiscent of the moonshine
cabin that he and Beth burned to the ground, indicating the resurrection of the
detritus from his old life following Beth’s death. Daryl takes a drag off the stalest cigarette
I’ve ever seen, and then slowly puts it out on his hand. He starts to cry as the sun blinks through
the trees.
Once Daryl rejoins the group, he finds everyone puzzling
over something in the middle of the road.
A cache of water bottles has been left with a note simply stating ‘FROM
A FRIEND’. Eugene, clearly delusional
from thirst, says, “If it’s a trap, we already have to be in it.” He goes to grab a bottle and Abe takes two
big strides and bitch slaps it out of Eugene’s hand without a word. This is the first time we’ve seen them
interact since Abe almost beat Eugene to death, and it serves as the sweetest bitch
slap apology maybe in the history of ever.
Just then, a summer rainstorm suddenly materializes in the
distance and everyone's all like:
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The gang is super excited, but the happiness lasts for only
a few moments before the wind kicks up and they realize they need to get to
shelter ASAP. Daryl leads them to the
barn in the woods. As the group clears
the barn, Carol softly reminds Maggie that they can’t give up.
That night, Carl is adorably curled up on the floor with
Judith while the rest of the group has a campfire chat. Rick gears up for a speech, telling the tale
of his grandfather’s experience in the war, and how he approached the
experience as if he were dead. Rick
forcefully espouses this philosophy, saying, “This is how we survive. We tell ourselves that we are the walking
dead.”
Hey, that's the name of this episode! Peter Griffin lives for these moments. Photo Credit: Netflix screen shot |
Rick’s heavy philosophy settles over the group for a few
moments, when Daryl has his own teenage rebellion moment. He echoes Carol’s sentiment from earlier in
the episode, and says, “We ain’t dead” before he strides out into the storm.
That night, a walker onslaught rattles the barn
doors. Daryl attempts to keep the doors
closed, but it’s not enough. Starting
with Maggie and Sasha, each member of the group wakes up and runs to help. The wind howls relentlessly outside, and
everything seems hopeless but the group stands strong and united as they fight
to live.
It’s unclear whether or not the previous sequence was a
dream because the next thing we see is Maggie waking up on the floor of
the barn. It appears as if her will to
live has been rekindled. She goes to sit
with Daryl who is awake and has isolated himself on the far wall of the
barn. They chat with tenderness about
how tough Beth was for a moment, and then she encourages him to get some sleep.
Just as Maggie starts to get up, Daryl hands her the music
box from earlier in the episode. He
says, “Your gear box had some grit in it.”
Maggie smiles and takes the fixed music box, simultaneously a relic of the past and a symbol
of hope for the future.
Maggie continues to make her rounds, walking over to Sasha
and waking her up. They venture outside
and see a field of felled trees and impaled walkers. They stand agog for a moment, and Maggie
says, “It should have torn us apart.”
Sasha responds, “It didn’t.”
(Side note – Is this supposed to indicate that there’s some
divine intervention going on? Our group
was saved for some greater purpose?
Maybe Gabriel’s divinity saved them and he really is worth something to
the group.)
The women sit at the edge of an over grown field, a gorgeous
sunrise peeking over the distant horizon.
Sasha asks why they’re there, and Maggie simply responds, “For
this.” Maggie gives a short speech, reaffirming
her belief in the world and their will to live.
“We’re gonna make it,” she says.
Their eyes well with tears, as they stare off into the distance,
absorbing the healing power of the sunrise.
Maggie brings out the music box, mentioning to Sasha that Daryl fixed
it. She opens it, and nothing
happens. The two women both break into
much needed laughter when a handsome, squeaky-clean J. Crew model appears in
the clearing.
The women immediately assume Charlie’s Angels stance - suns
out, guns out. How dare this dude
interrupt their bonding moment? Ugh,
it’s like when a guy comes up to flirt at a bar when all you want to do is have
a drink with a friend, amiright ladies?
Although this guy is totally kind of cute, so the ladies give him a
shot.
The guy introduces himself as Aaron, and says, “I’m a
friend. I’d like to talk to the person
in charge. Rick, right?” The duo doesn’t
know how to respond. Maggie says, “How
did you know?” and Sasha emits a slow, “Whyyyy…”
Aaron cheerily responds, “I have good news.” Just then, music begins to tinkle creepily
from the music box.
Some thoughts before I go:
- Maggie was so coated with grime in this episode that I couldn’t help
but notice her sparkling honker of a wedding ring. Good job, Glenn! Not only is it totes gorge, it could also definitely double as an
effective sneak attack weapon in a fight. IMHO: everyone should be wearing
diamond rings. There’s enough to go around now.
- Daryl is starting to get further away from the gang,
retreating to spend time in the woods rather than with the group. He understands the woods, but isolating and
self-harm are not signs of a healthy mental state. Come back to us, Daryl Dixon.
- The music box from this week and the grandfather clock
from last week remind me of the ‘Museum of Civilization’ from Emily St Martin
John’s great novel Station Eleven.
If you haven’t read it, go pick it up ASAP.
- The dogs striking out at humans remind me of the packs of
wolves and weasels in Stephen King’s apocalypse classic The Stand. Are the Walking
Dead writers punking us? If Rick starts
to have weird visions of an old black woman and they start to head toward
Colorado, all bets are off.