The Cyborg And The Walking Dead

Meeting the group and going back to Atlanta

Rick drives the Ferenc cube van back to camp as the sun sets.

Morales: Best not to dwell on it. Merle got left behind. Nobody's gonna be sad he didn't come back... except maybe Daryl.

Rick: Daryl?

Morales: His brother.

(Car alarm approaching)

(Glenn whooping)

Glenn: Whoo-hoo!

Glenn speeds past Rick and the others on their way out of town.

Morales: At least somebody's having a good day.

At the hilltop camp A man works on an alarm system. He's strung empty food cans between trees at some parts of the camp.

(Rattling)

(Kids grunting)

Girl: Give it back.

Boy: Stop it.

Girl: NO!

Boy: I found it.

Girl: NO!

Boy: Give it.

Mother: Mijo, leave your sister alone.

Boy: Why?

Mother: Come on.

Lori: Baby, the more you fidget, the longer it takes, so don't, okay?

Carl: I'm trying.

Lori: Well, try harder.

Lori sits behind Carl with a comb and scissors, giving him a haircut. Shane sits across from them. He's cleaning his shotgun.

Shane: If you think this is bad, wait till you start shaving. That stings. That day comes, you'll be wishing for one of your mama's haircuts.

Carl: I'll believe that when I see it.

(Shane chuckles)

Shane: I'll tell you what—you just get through this with some manly dignity and tomorrow I'll teach you something special. I will teach you to catch frogs.

Carl: I've caught a frog before.

Shane: I said frogs—plural. And it is an art, my friend. It is not to be taken lightly. There are ways and means. Few people know about it. I'm willing to share my secrets.

Carl looks at his mother.

Lori: Oh, I'm a girl, you talk to him.

(Chuckles)

Shane: It's a one-time offer, bud—not to be repeated.

Carl: Why do we need frogs, plural?

Shane: You ever eat frog legs?

Carl: Eww!

Shane: No, yum!

Lori: No, he's right. Eww.

Shane: When you get down to that last can of beans, you're gonna be loving those frog legs, lady. I can see it now—"Shane, do you think I could have a second helping, please? Please? Just one?"

Lori: Yeah, I doubt that.

Shane (chuckles): Don't listen to her, man. You and me, we'll be heroes. We'll feed these folks Cajun-style Kermit legs.

Lori: I would rather eat Miss Piggy. Yes, that came out wrong.

(Shane laughs)

Shane: Heroes, son, spoken of in song and legend. You and me, Shane and Carl.