Carley: I'm going to get back to him now.
Lee: The pills are in there. Looks like nobody got a chance to donate anything before this all went down.
Glenn: Hey, there. This is Glenn, and I'm kind of in a jam here. Little girl, if you're there, can you put your daddy on the phone, or on the talkie, or whatever?
Lee: This is Lee. What's up?
Glenn: So, I'm done at that motor inn and well, I'm stuck.
Glenn: Yeah, I saw a chance to get some supplies for the group, and a bunch of the roaming ones got the jump on me. I'm hiding over here, but they won't leave.
Man: What's up?
Lee: Glenn's trapped down at the motor inn. Hey, Glenn, we're going to talk it over and send a group to come get you, all right?
Glenn: Awesome. I'll sit tight until them.
Lee: Sounds good. I'm going to hold onto this until we get Glenn back, okay? I'll take good care of this.
Man: What do you think?
Lee: I think Doug's not great around zombies. You've got your family here. I'll take Carley and her dead-eye down to the motor inn, get Glenn, and get back here as fast as I can.
Man: If that's what you want to do...
Lee: Somebody's got to.
Carley: Yeah, I'm in.
Lee: Good. It doesn't sound too bad there right now.
Carley: Let me know as soon as you want to head out. I could use a jog.
Lee: Hey, there.
Lee: Can I get you anything?
Clementine: I'm okay. Maybe I'm a little hungry.
Lee: I'll see about that. So . . .
Clementine: Are you okay?
Lee: What? Yeah, I'm fine. I just, I'm good.
Clementine: That's good.
Lee: Yeah, I think so. Being good is good, despite the circumstances.
Lee: Well, sit tight.
Lee: It's not much, but here you go.
Clementine: Thank you.
Lee: Of course.
Central High takes State. Paper's a week old. Feels like years.
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.
Hmm. Nothing. There are no batteries in this thing.
Carley: What now?
Lee: You know that there are no batteries in that thing.
Carley: Yeah, of course. I mean, yeah. No.
Lee: I can try to find some. Needs two.
Carley: Thanks. I wouldn't really know what to look for.
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: You seem to handle yourself really well.
Carley: 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 have 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. That guy saved you?
Carley: Yeah, can you believe it? Those creeps, 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 going to be, I supposed.
Carley: He is kind of cute, in that parent's basement sort of way.
Carley: Huh? Oh, nothing.
Lee: How'd you end up here?
Carley: We drove out to cover the Cherry Blossom Festival, real hard-hitting stuff.
Lee: Sounds worth it. I'm still looking for batteries for that thing.
Carley: Thanks, I appreciate it.
Lee: I better get back to it.
Lee: Thanks, by the way.
Carley: Don't mention it. Just remember what I said.
Lee: Yeah, I will.
Heard or seen anything?
Doug: Nothing, luckily. Want to step outside and have a look around?
Lee: 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? Sure, let's go have a look around.
Doug: Cool. And we'll keep it down. Don't need to bring them this way with any unnecessary noises.
Doug: I think I'm going to be sick.
Lee: They just . . .
Doug: Eat. As far as I can tell, that's all they care about.
Lee: And if one get you . . .
Doug: They eat you. And whatever's 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.