If the world of walkers has its own rules, this must be one of them: Any day that starts well is going to end really, really badly. Another: That guy you don’t trust today isn’t necessarily the one who will hurt you tonight.
Rick and his reunited band of survivors are on the road again, in search of their next shelter from the undead. It’s a nice day, as post-zombie-apocalypse days go: Everyone’s together again, getting reacquainted, making amends where necessary.
I owe you everything. – Rick to Carol
As the survivors proceed — chatting, joking, refilling their water bottles — they hear cries for help, and find a priest trapped on a rock, surrounded by zombies.
I should mention here that Anne B World has rules too: Never, ever, ever, EVER trust a priest. It seems that Rick and his team leaders (Daryl, Carol, Glen, Carl) are in agreement with me here, because they latch on to the good father (“Gabriel”) and don’t let him out of their sight, fearing that he is something worse than he seems. Poor Father Gabriel ends up accompanying them everywhere — even on a nasty errand to the flooded food bank near his church.
A word on that church: It is PRISTINE. There is not so much as a pane of stained glass broken in the entire place; even the children’s drawings on the wall look new. (If you have kids’ art in your home, you know how unusual this is.)
None of this does Father Gabriel any favors with his new neighbors. When Carl shows his dad the message he found scratched into the outside wall of the church, it really doesn’t bode well for the good father:
YOU WILL BURN IN HELL FOR THIS
But Carl and Rick are wrong about this. I am too, matter of fact: because while I’m busy waiting for the hapless priest to make a false move, someone is hiding outside the church, watching the survivors. And that watcher in the woods is the last person I wanted to see alive on this show: Terminus’s own General Plenipotentiary of the Butcher class, Gareth.
I hope you understand that nothing happening to you now is personal. At the end of the day, no matter how much we hate all this ugly business, a man’s gotta eat. … You taste much better than we thought you would. – Gareth to Bob
Gareth’s calm little fireside chat with Bob is horrific on many levels. First, he is ROASTING BOB’S AMPUTATED FOOT ON THE FIRE while he pontificates. Second, if it’s my foot you’re preparing to eat, it’s fucking personal to me. IT IS.
Third, and finally: People who use the phrase “At the end of the day” in reference to the lives and livelihoods of other human beings? Those people are assholes. This is true whether they’re picking off survivors of the apocalypse in Georgia or taking over Peoplesoft.
There’s nothing left in this world that isn’t hidden. – Glen
Our friend Glen is right, in the worst way. If Gareth and Ballcap Hayseed are down with staying hidden for a while, that means absolutely nothing good for the survivors. You can’t fight an enemy you can’t see. My only hope, at the end of this episode, is that Spidey-sense Carol smells the Terminus campfire and has lit out in search of it.
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Final Episode Thoughts:
- Even if he’s not the worst news in the episode, Father Gabriel is not good news. “The word of God is the only protection I need! I called for help. Help came.” SNAP OUT OF IT, GABE.
- I appreciate the Sergeant’s fidelity to his mission. He wants to get Eugene to Washington about as badly as anyone on TV has ever wanted anything. I’m just saying: there are killers out in the woods, the priest isn’t right in the head, and all you’re focused on is saving humanity?! Dial it back a bit, Red.
To the SURVAHHHVURRS … That all you wunna be? – Sergeant Abraham
- WHY BOB? Is it another rule of the zombiepocalypse that any sweet-natured optimist who still happens to be alive must soon be tortured or killed? Because I HATE THAT RULE.
- Once again, the survivors’ ace in the hole is Carol. She saved our friends’ lives last week, and her watchful silence warned us of the threat waiting outside the church walls. I believe she will find a way to warn Rick of the intruders — if she doesn’t slaughter Gareth and Hayseed with her own bare, badass hands first.