“Four Walls and a Roof”
(All images used in this post are screen caps from AMC’s The Walking Dead, unless otherwise specified.)
Well, my WDO darlings, we have much to talk about with The Walking Dead’s Season 5, Episode 3, “Four Walls and a Roof,” do we not? While many questions were answered within this episode, we WD fans were left with a couple of lingering questions, and a few new ones, by the episode’s end…as Alice in Wonderland said, “Curiouser and curiouser!”
“Four Walls and a Roof’ opens with a grisly montage, layering close-up images of Terminal Mouths biting into, tearing, and chewing greasy chunks of meat from Bob’s leg, as a group of walkers watch them through a window, hissing and pawing at the glass.
As we watch this gross series of images, intertwined with Bear McCreary’s sinister background music, we hear Gareth’s voice, speculating, “It’s probably pretty stupid to be here…dangerous…I don’t know, maybe not…you can see the threat…that’s something. Looking at them (the walkers) makes me feel better about things. My mom used to say, every day above ground was a win…doesn’t really apply any more, but…you can still get some perspective.”
While Gareth speaks, Bob sits against a metal pole, looking towards the window, at the pawing walkers on the other side of the glass. Around him, Terminans (including Shitty Martin) are intent on chewing their ill-gotten meat, which, watching them eat, looks like it’s really chewy. Gross. The walkers appear to be inside a brick building, like a school, while the Terminans are camped outside in an area surrounded by tall, chain-link fencing.
Gareth goes over to the window, puts his hand up on the glass, watches the walkers for a moment. “The glass is gonna break,” he says, “Sooner or later…Nothing lasts too long anymore.”
Gareth then turns to the group… he seems a little nostalgic, whimsical, talking mainly to Bob. Gareth says that he and the others in his group “marked” their way there so they could find their way back, after… Gareth shakes his head at this. “So stupid, right…I mean, back to what?”
Gareth moves closer to where Bob sits, crouches down beside him. “It wasn’t just a trap, it was going to be a choice, ‘ You join us, or feed us.’”
Gareth continues on this, saying that, in the wild, if a bear is starving, they will eat their cubs…if the bear starves, the cub will die anyway, but if the bear lives, they can always have another cub. Gareth looks away for a moment, then down towards the ground, purses his lips. “That was part of the pitch,” he admits.
Gareth continues, saying that Greg and Mike came “this close” to catching the “grey-haired queen bitch” who killed his mother, Mary. (That’s New Carol, to you, Gareth, you peevish little people-eating bitch, and btw, Mary deserved it.)
Gareth continues, conspiratorially, “She drove away with the archer. Greg saw them pull away.” Gareth looks off into the distance, muses, “I can’t wait to try her.” He then goes on to tell Bob that he likes (eating) women better, and that his brother, Alex (whom Gareth adds, is “also, currently dead, because of Rick”) had a theory that women tasted better because they have an extra layer of fat, for childbearing.
Pretending to ignore Bob’s pained look, Gareth continues that even the skinny women have that extra layer…like that pretty one…what was her name? Sasha?
(Hearing all this, I must say that it must have majorly sucked living at Terminus. Aside from all the horrible shit that any Terminan Citizen had to do to keep a roof over their heads and food in their bellies, it seems that all the people who lived there were total social misfits. If any of the Creepy Comrades had any redeeming qualities at one point in their former lives, the brutality of the Terminal Code, “join us or feed us,” would have obliterated any last vestiges of humanity, or any capacity to feel love, joy, hope, compassion…take those things away from a person, and what do you have left?
Even Shitty Martin called his fellow Terminans, “assholes that I survive with.” There they sit, chewing and chewing and chewing meat from Bob’s leg, staring off into their own twisted thoughts, not talking. What is there to talk about, aside from making evil, shitty jokes speculating, or remarking, on how someone tastes? I call gross, and lame, and totally unsexy. They probably had the worst parties, ever.)
Anyway, it seems that the only thrill to be had for Gareth at this point is to be cruel, and he works that angle for all its worth. He pauses, letting the dig about Sasha marinate for a moment, tearing a piece of meat with his teeth, and thoughtfully chewing for a moment, before informing Bob that he, Gareth, and his people are “going to get all of them,” but for now, Bob will do them just fine.
As Gareth continues to give himself and his people props for the “good job” they did on Bob’s leg, Bob starts to make sounds like he is sobbing, Gareth, testy at being interrupted, rebukes Bob for this outburst, telling Bob that he was being a human being, talking to Bob, and that Bob should get some “perspective”, being that he is “above ground” and in a better place than “them” (a.k.a. the walkers pawing at the window).
Bob is not sobbing…he is laughing, laughing more and more, causing the Terminans to rise up from their seats and move in. Seems like they have seen this before, a victim becoming unravelled, and unpredictable One guy says, “He’s lost it,” while the woman comrade snidely remarks that he “lasted longer” than she thought he would. Bob continues to laugh, calling them “idiots”…
On Talking Dead, Andrew J. West, who plays Gareth, wondered about what the ramifications of the Terminans eating Bob’s infected flesh would really be, as everyone is already infected. “Can you get more infected?” he wondered.
Who knows, but it is pretty damn satisfying to see the Hungry, Hungry Hipsters jump up at this, dropping their meat in alarm and revulsion. Terminal Bitch starts pulling the chewed up bits of meat, still in her mouth, off her tongue, while Terminal Albert starts hurling.
You tell ’em, Nelson…
As the Creepy Comrades start freaking the fuck out and playing the blame game with each other (“We may as well be eating one of them!” “Why didn’t you check him?” “What’s gonna happen…are we going to turn?” “No, we cooked him!”), Bob cackles and taunts the Tainted Scenesters with the cry, “tainted meat!” until Gareth kicks him unconscious.
I must give mad props to the forward-thinkers who sleuthed the possibility of Bob being bitten, mirroring the comic series story line of Dale getting bitten, going off away from the group to die, and getting captured by The Hunters (the comic series version of the Terminans), and eventually taunting them as they feast on his infected flesh.
Once I read the online speculation, after Episode 2, “Strangers,” aired, I watched the episode again, but did not come away with any conclusive evidence that Bob had been bitten, save his drunken crying jag, slumped against a tree, before being clocked, and dropped, by a Terminal Hood (probably Shitty Martin, who was wearing a black hoodie like the perp’s). I thought Bob maybe just had been through a lot, and had had too much to drink, and just needed to take a moment and let it all out.
Now we know, and wow. Bob, I’m so sorry man, but even though you were taken down by Halloween Store Skeleton Walker (who only got you because it had the elements of surprise, and murky water, on its side), and then captured, hacked into, and eaten, while being mocked, by Gareth and the Terminans, (who had the elements of surprise, and dark night, going on their side) you definitely got the Last Laugh on those cannibal a-holes.
Poor Sahsa, meanwhile, is out looking for Bob, whisper-calling for him, armed with rifle and night scope. She looks so worried, stops and takes a couple of deep, cleansing breaths, before turning and spying the mark on the tree, the one we saw when Bob was taken…
Sasha smashes Night Scope Walker’s undead brains into the ground, then must shoot another walker who is coming for her, before Tyrese clamps his hand over her mouth from behind, just for a second, before releasing her. telling her, “It’s me.” Rick is there as well, shining a flashlight into the woods as Sasha tells them that someone was just there, watching them.
Sasha wants to go in the woods after them, as Bob is missing, but Tyrese holds her back, saying that if they try to go in those woods, now, someone isn’t coming back. As he scans the woods, Rick adds that Bob isn’t the only one missing…Daryl and Carol are missing as well.
Inside the candlelit church, Maggie is sitting in one of the pews, regarding a stack of hymnals doubtfully before moving them aside. Carl sits forward, thinking in the flickering darkness, before the creak of the door alerts them, and Rick, Tyrese, and Sasha come in. Sasha walks up the aisle, toward the front altar, where Gabriel stands. She faces him, as Rick and Tyrese flank her from behind.
“Stop,” Sasha orders Gabriel, who pauses, surprised and fearful at the menace in Sasha’s stance, and voice. Sasha continues, somewhere between a whisper and a growl, “What are you doing? What…are…you doing? This is all connected…you show up, someone is watching us, and now, three of us are gone!”
Gabriel looks around fearfully, protests that he doesn’t know what Sasha is talking about, that he has nothing to do with any of this. Sasha has no time, or patience, to play around, and she unsheaths her machete, advancing on Gabriel, demanding, “Where are our people? Where are our people??!” Gabriel is majorly freaked, but insists that he has nothing to do with all this.
Rick steps forward for the Tag-Team Interrogation, looking majorly Sexy Detective as he peppers Gabriel with questions. Why did he bring them there? Is he working with someone? When Gabriel insists that he’s alone, he’s always been alone, Rick brings up the woman walker at the food bank….“What did you do to her, Gabriel? ‘You will burn?’ Why will you burn, Gabriel? What did you do?”
In classic interrogation room-style, Rick grabs Gabriel’s shirt and shoves him up against the altar, before releasing the shaken priest abruptly.
Gabriel tells them that after the turn, after Atlanta was bombed, terrified parishioners, and their families, came to the church for refuge…but. they came, in the early hours of the morning, and instead of opening the doors to let them in, Gabriel stayed where he was, keeping the doors locked…and the parishioners outside. As the people cried out to him, the noise attracted walkers, who attacked the vulnerable parishioners. Locked inside the church, Gabriel heard the agonizing screams and cries as men, women, and children got torn apart. He heard the dying people to beg him for mercy, then curse him, and damn him to Hell.
Mad props to Seth Gilliam (from The Wire), who plays Father Gabriel, for an amazing performance, all around, but especially for this heartbreaking, harrowing scene…when a tortured man of the cloth confesses how he abandoned his people, in a moment of weakness and cowardice, when they needed him most…when their very lives depended on him doing right by them, opening the doors of the church, and letting them take refuge within the safety of its walls.
A noise outside…Glenn sees someone outside, lying in the grass…the gang runs outside, and finds…
Sasha, crying, gets Tara to help her carry Bob inside, while the others rekill the walkers that are approaching. Rick hears a gunshot, which misses Rick, dropping the walker next to him instead. Rick fires back in the direction it came, from the woods, while ordering everyone inside. As he follows suit, we see the Terminans have marked the outside of the church…
At this point in the watching, my WD buddy turned to me and said, “This is the scariest story line, ever.” We agreed, too, that so far, in many ways, Season 5 is the best WD season yet.
Kudos to Dad, NewDad, Crazy Uncle Greg, and the entire WD cast and crew, for bringing the thrills, chills, and blood spills like none other, yet again.
Back in the church, Bob has come to, and is sharing the details of his harrowing ordeal at the hands of the Terminans…he was in the graveyard, and somebody knocked him out…he woke up at some place that looked like a school. Bob tells the gang, “It was that guy, Gareth,” and we see a shot of Rick, and we know what he’s thinking…
Bob continues, saying that it was Gareth, “and five other ones…they were eating my leg, right in front of me, like it was nothin’…all proud, like they had it all figured out.” (Ugh, it is so awful, sounds so awful, to say it…poor Bob, and the poor gang, poor Sasha, who must listen to this awful tale, and process that this happened to one of their own, just in the past hours, when all seemed so right, everyone all together again, feeling hopeful for the first time in a long while. And, now this…O how I hate thee, Terminal Buzzkills!)
Rick asks Bob gently, softly, if they had Daryl and Carol. Bob thinks a moment, says that Gareth said they drove off. The gang exchanges quick looks, like, what? Then, they turn their attention back to Bob. He seems like he’s in real pain, and Sasha asks if they have anything for him. Rosita does, but Bob stops her, to Sasha’s confusion…and Bob knows that now is the time he must tell her.
As Tyrese carries Bob to the office, Rick asks Gabriel if he know where the school is, the one Bob was talking about. After some hesitation, and prodding from Rick, Gabriel says that there is an elementary school close by, about a 10-minute walk through the woods. You can see the wheels in Rick’s head turning.
Baby Judith starts to cry, and Carl takes her to the back. Rick asks Maggie if Bob has the fever…Maggie says he’s just warm. Glenn adds that Jim lasted two days before they left him. Our gang is doing what they do, putting all the information out there, so they can make a decision about how to proceed, armed with all the facts and factors.
Abraham steps forward on this moment with a “reality check”…it’s time to pack up and leave for D.C., now, as there is a clear threat to Eugene, and they must “extract his ass” from said threat immediately, before things “get any uglier.” Rick replies that Daryl and Carol aren’t back yet, and they aren’t going anywhere until they return.
Abraham replies that he respects that, then tries a “so, if you aren’t coming with us, guess this is goodbye,” and turns with Rosita to leave, when Rick ups the ante on the “Just who is top dog around here anyway?” question, asking Abraham’s retreating back, “You going (to D.C.) on foot?” meaning, of course, “Hope you don’t think you’re taking that bus you found in the back, because that bus belongs to RICK GRIMES & CO., bitch.”
Oh, yes he did! (And I like it.)
This clear challenge stops Abraham, and Rosita, mid-stride. Abraham turns, reminds Rick that they fixed that damn bus themselves, while Rick strides forward, saying, “There are a lot more of us,” to which Abraham replies, “You wanna keep it that way? You should come!”
Rick reminds Abraham that “Carol saved your life, we saved your life,” and Abraham yells, “And I’m trying to save yours!” Rick and Abraham go back and forth, Rick saying they aren’t leaving without their people, and their people will be right back. Abraham yells, “To what? Picked over bones?”
Rick and Abraham begin to shove one another as their exchange escalates, until Glenn steps between them, yelling at them to, “Stop right now!” Glenn asks Abraham to stay one more day, and Tara throws in another offer…if Abraham and Co. will stay and help, one more day, she will go with them to D.C,, no matter what. Abraham throws in that he wants Glenn and Maggie as well, to which Rick In Charge says, No way.
Abraham turns to leave, ordering Eugene to come along, like a dad…when Eugene refuses at first, “I don’t want to,” like a teenager, Abraham grinds out, “NOW.”
“Ok,” Eugene says softly, getting up and walking towards the door, without looking at anybody. (Holy dysfunctional relationship, Batman!)
As Abraham turns to leave with Eugene and Rosita, Rick says, again, “You’re not taking the bus.” Abraham turns halfway to Rick, says, “Stop me.” After a long moment, Rick begins to stride towards Abraham, who hands his gun to Rosita, preparing to exchange blows. But Glenn once again gets between them, telling Abraham that if he stays, and helps them, then he and Maggie will go with them to D.C.
At this, Rick says, again, “No,” and Glenn turns to him, reminds Rick that, “It’s not your call.” After that, Rick says nothing, and Glenn repeats the offer to Abraham, who gives Glenn half the next day. “Come high noon, we’re taillights,” says Abraham. “I’m not waiting for the other damn shoe to drop.” Maggie agrees, so Abraham agrees. He will give them 12 hours.
Meanwhile, in Gabriel’s office, Sasha is wiping Bob’s forehead down with a cool, wet cloth, while Bob is trying to revive their former game of Pros and Cons, Good and Bad. He tells Sasha the one good thing about getting kicked in the face was that it made him forget the pain in his leg.
“We’re not playing that game any more,” replies Sasha, wringing out the cloth and wiping Bob’s forehead. Bob smiles, replies that he thought at least she would try to humor him a little bit…but Sasha doesn’t. She can’t. She asks Bob why he didn’t tell her, when it happened, that he had gotten bit.
Bob tells her he knew once he told her, it would be “all about the end…and I really liked the middle.” This, of course, makes Sasha turn away, and blink back her tears. She then lay her head gently on Bob’s shoulder.
Meanwhile, Rick and the gang are talking strategy…Rick and Glenn agree that Gareth and the Terms aren’t going to expect them to attack first, that they won’t think that Rick Grimes and the Train Car Superstars will be thinking straight.
Rosita pipes up, “Are we?” and at Rick’s look, she says, simply, that it’s a pretty risky plan. Nobody says anything. Rick turns to Tyrese, asks him if he’s up for this, but before Tyrese (who is sitting, looking down at the floor, and not looking like he’s up for much of anything) can answer, Sasha comes into the room, tells the gang that she’s in. She wants to go.
Tyrese tells Sasha that she should stay back, stay with Bob. Sasha tells him no, she’s going. Tyrese follows her into the office.
Sasha continues, “You think we have a choice?” to which Tyrese replies, “Not all of us, just you.” Tyrese continues by saying that the only thing Bob will want to see, when he wakes up, is Sasha’s face. In response, Sasha stands up, unsheaths her knife, and hands it to Tyrese.
Next, we see a shot of Rick and the Stealth Squad, leaving the church at night, Gabriel peers out after them a moment, before closing and locking the door.
As they approach the church, Gareth silently hand-signals his group, and Shitty Martin steps forward, and easily jacks the lock of the church’s front door (if only he had been there, before becoming a Terminan, to let all those poor families into the church, on that early morning, so long ago!).
One by one, the Terminans file into the church.
Carl, hearing the breach of the door, lifts his gun and holds it steady towards the door.
The following scene was so damn scary to watch, my WD buddy and I were guzzling champagne, hard. We finished the good bottle and moved on to the cheap one. Thank God for orange juice, makes it so you can’t tell the difference…until the next morning, that is…
Gareth, emerging from the darkness, announces, “Well, I guess you know we’re here…”
Gareth continues, as he and his fellow Terms step silently forward through the church, closer and closer to Gabriel’s office, where our gang is hiding. Gareth informs them that they are armed, so there’s no point in hiding…when this fails to bring them forward, Gareth continues, saying, “We’ve been watching you.” He says that he knows who is there…there’s Bob, unless they went ahead and put him out of his misery, already…then, there’s Eugene, and Rosita, and “Martin’s good friend, Tyrese”…
Gareth continues naming: “Carl, Judith.” Gareth then tells them that he knows Rick and the others left, with a lot of their guns…
As he talks, Gareth motions his people, all armed, forward, until they are at the two office doors. A Terminal Goon tries the door of Gabriel’s office, finds it locked. Carl and Rosita hold their guns steady towards the door.
Gareth informs them that he knows they are behind one of those two doors, and that they have enough fire power to blast both doors down. “I don’t imagine that’s what you want,” he says.
One of the things I find so scary about Gareth is that he can sound so reasonable, calm. I could imagine how people would have thought he was a man that could be reasoned, or bargained with, but Gareth’s calm belies a ruthlessness, and probably comes from a deep lack of giving a shit about anything other than his personal agenda. Gareth can sound super calm, and reasonable...while he’s sawing off your leg, or roasting it over the fire, and eating it, right in front of you.
At Judith’s cry, Gareth turns from the door he was in front of, the wrong door, and heads towards the other door, the right door, saying, “I don’t know, maybe we’ll keep the kid…I’m starting to like this girl.” Bastard!
Gareth gives them one more chance to come out…Shitty Martin turns to him, asks, “Are we done?” Gareth instructs them to aim for the door hinges, and just as they are about to do so, a silencer sounds two quiet shots, dropping two Terminal Goons, their blood splattering the church walls.
We hear a soft voice growl out from the back pews, “Put your guns on the floor.” And even though we can’t see him, yet, we know he’s looking hot, and sounding like the most badass cowboy this side of Clint Eastwood…Rick In Charge! Yes! He’s back to save the day…or, rather, the night.
Gareth starts talking fast, some shrill shit directed at Rick, pointing his left index and middle fingers like a gun at the office door, and we hear the silencer go off again. Gareth drops forward, and when he comes back up to standing, we see that Rick has shot the two fingers clean off at the mid knuckle.
As Gareth tries not to cry, curled up on the floor, we see, emerging from the darkness…
Rick orders them to put their guns down…two goons do, but Shitty Martin does not. Still knifed over in pain on the floor, Gareth tells Martin to do as he says, that there’s no choice any more. Shitty Martin disagrees.
Abraham would beg to differ, moving up from the side aisle, assault rifle aimed at Shitty Martin. “You wanna bet?” Martin puts his gun down, gets on his knees.
Gareth, meanwhile, is trying to compose himself, despite the searing pain he is in. #karma
Managing to straighten up enough to look Rick in the face, Gareth asks, lightly, “Guess there’s no point in begging, right?”
Gareth asks Rick why they didn’t kill them right away, before, and Rick replies, “We didn’t want to waste the bullets.”
Ah, remember the good old days of shot count, Gareth?
Gareth is not very good at being on the other side of all this, and besides, his hand really hurts. He tries at first to appeal to Rick’s sympathies, telling him that they used to help people, at Sanctuary, before they were taken advantage of, and brutalized. When this fails, Gareth tries the ol’, “I can tell you’ve been out there, but you don’t know what it’s like to be hungry!”
Rick In Charge just cocks his head at this, observing Gareth like a bird of prey would regard a future morsel, not saying anything. Gareth then tries to bargain with Rick, saying that he, Rick, can just “let them go” and their paths would never cross again.
Rick cocks his head to the other side, points out that Gareth would cross paths with someone else…right? And they would do this (i.e., capturing and eating a person) to anyone, right? Rick is quoting Gareth’s jibes to Bob back to him now.
And then, this happens…
After the carnage, a dazed Rick says, simply, “It could have been us.” As he and the other heavies file out of the room, a shaken Gabriel enters, says, in disbelief, looking at his now bloodstained church, “This is the Lord’s house.” “No,” says Maggie, looking majorly creeped out by it all, “This is just four walls and a roof.”
In the next scene, the gang is all around Bob’s bed, and one by one, they are saying their goodbyes. Maggie gives Bob the sweetest smile, tells him that he will “always be with us.” She turns, and she, Glenn, Abraham and Rosita, then the others file out.
Bob calls out to Rick, who is holding Judith, and Sasha leaves them to have a moment. Bob thanks Rick for taking him in, and helping him believe, and know, that there are good people left in the world.
Sasha sits by Bob’s side, later, watches him wake up. “You were out,” she says, as he smiles. “Why are you smiling?” she asks him. “I think I was having a dream, and in it, you were smiling at me,” murmurs Bob. This brings a smile to Sasha’s face, and that smile brings Bob joy. “There it is,” he murmurs happily.
Sasha asks Bob, “So what is it, what is the good that comes from this bad?” Bob doesn’t answer, and his face goes quiet, peaceful. He is gone. Sasha sobs, tries to compose herself. She knows what she must do, and she pulls out her knife…but she can’t bring herself.
The next day. Sasha is finishing up the wooden cross marking Bob’s grave, and the gang is saying their goodbyes to Glenn and Maggie, and Abraham and Co. Abraham hands Rick a map, telling Rick that he and his gang know the route Abraham and Co. are taking to D.C,, and if for some reason they veer off the charted course, they know the destination. Abraham tells them that Eugene will fix things, and when he does, they should be there, too.
It is majorly surreal to see Glenn and Maggie looking out from the bus, with Tara, Rosita, Eugene, and Abraham.
Later that night, Michonne sits on the front steps of the church, looking at the katana she holds once again. Father Gabriel comes out and sits beside her. He can’t sleep, keeps hearing the cries in his head from the night before…and from before. Michonne tells him that won’t stop…but, eventually, it won’t happen all the time.
A noise from the bushes startles them. Gabriel makes his way back inside while Michonne goes out to investigate…and finds, emerging from the bushes…
Michonne smiles, then frowns, asks, “Where’s Carol?” Without answering, Daryl turns back to the darkened bushes, tells someone, hidden, “You can come out.”
Two things, before I sign off. First, I would like to say that in my frenzy to get my post written last week, I forgot to award a Deadie, so this week, we are going Double Deadie…I hearby award these two Deadies to (drumroll please), Lawrence Gilliard, Jr. (and his character, Bob Stookey, who turned out to be a great guy, and family) and to Andrew J. West (and his character, Gareth). While Gareth wasn’t a great guy, he was a great villain, and I feel like this young, talented actor is going to be wowing us again and again in the future. Cheers, Bob and Gareth, and farewell.
Second, I am honored to have readers all over the world, as we are part of the worldwide community of Walking Dead Obsessed. Since we have this wonderful network, I wanted to post this picture, and this information, about William Tyrell, a beautiful 3-year-old boy who has been missing for more than a month now. He was last seen playing in his grandmother’s yard. If anyone has any information about William, or his whereabouts, please contact the number provided. Please, let’s try to help bring this baby back home safe.
Good night, gang, and until next week. Enjoy the playlist.
Franz Ferdinand, “Take Me Out” (Because I really do think Gareth wanted Rick to take him out, there, at the end..)
alt-J, “Every Other Freckle” (For Sasha and Bob, who never got to party naked together…they would have had fun if they had)
Sneaker Pimps, “6 Underground” (Six Terminans, 6 Underground…you do the math.)
Phantogram, “Nightlife” (RIP Bob Stookey) ❤
Just cleaned this one up…finished at 3am this morning…at work by 8am…looks better now! Hope everyone is having an awesome day.
First, the link for the missing boy at the end wouldn’t open for me. Not sure if that’s just for me or not, but wanted to let you know…
Second, lovely post as always. Your opinions of the Terminans were hilarious and I couldn’t agree with them more. The picture with Rick, “I knew we should have stayed and killed them”…why does anyway question him now?! I think he’s proven himself by now. Rick in charge, right?!!! But I guess then we wouldn’t have had this final episode full of Gareth fear, which was awesome. I’m ready to move on to Beth storyline fear, but fully appreciated all of Gareth.
Seeing them break up was not good for me. Glenn & Maggie do not belong in that bus and I sure hope it’s not like 4 more episodes until we see them again. Glen & Rick have been a team from the beginning, or pretty much. Maybe Morgan will now join Rick’s group, and together they’ll get back to Glenn & Maggie, and Beth. Ugh…so hard to wait for all of the answers. And baby Judith, they’ve really made us connect with her now. This whole thing HAS to have a good ending, for her. Right?!
Although you did call it, Nobody does tragic hot like Rick Grimes… sigh….
First, love, eloquent as always, and thanks for commenting. I tried to adjust the scale of the little William Tyler pic, and think I messed it up, initally…also, not sure if the picture or link opens on a phone or tablet…I initially couldn’t get it open when I checked the blog on my phone yesterday morning, and came home and restored the pic to the original size. I am seeing it now on my laptop, so hopefully it’s fixed. Anyone on Facebook can search William Tyler, or Google him for more information.
Truly, why does anyone question Rick anymore? But the thing is, when Rick gets questioned, or put in his place (i.e. the Abraham Bow-up Confrontation), it just all ends up making him hotter…and while some may question Rick’s calls at times, Nobody Questions the Hotness.
Baby Judith is the symbol of hope, of the future, and you are right…her survival represents so much now. Stressful. And while there are those who diss Carl Grimes, I love him and look at him as representing the future as well.
Gareth was an amazing villain, especially for one so young…a prodigy. Loved the hints of remorse, or whatever that was, doubt?, as Gareth recounted different aspects of the Terminal Method throughout the episode. I think there is much potential for fan fiction regarding the times of Terminus.
I am so loving Michonne getting the katana back, and I feel like it was awesome to see her smash some living, and undead, enemy ass before getting it back…Michonne doesn’t need the katana to shred, but it’s so perfect when she has it. Like Shitty Martin said, “A weapon with a weapon.”
Who do you think is in the woods with Daryl?
Another fantastic post. You should consider doing this professionally. Seriously. I think I’ve said this before–your posts are epic! Gosh, you didn’t miss a thing!
I may need to pick your brain about how to do this professionally, Jack Flacco! This schedule is kinda killing me, and I would dearly love to cut back a shift or two of my day job to make room for more writing…any suggestions or insights would be super! Definitely stoked about last night’s episode, and I have a new theory I am presenting in this next post…lemme know what you think when you read it…prolly Thursday…thanks, Jack! 🙂