The Walking Recap – TWD S4E11 “Claimed”

No Daryl this episode. Half of you can leave now.

J/K, assholes. Don't leave.

J/K, assholes. Don’t leave.

 

Here’s what happened:

So, there really was no Daryl in this episode. Instead, we go back and forth between Rick, Carl, and Michonne, and then Glenn, Tara, and Abraham and his crew.

We open with Tara, riding in the back of Abraham’s truck, keeping an eye on a still passed out Glenn and keeping a sharp eye out for every landmark and road sign that she can. She’s actually being a good buddy a la the buddy system, and seems to really be trying to make amends for her part in the assault on the prison.

Her hands are covered in permanent marker, writing down place names and prominent features.

Her hands are covered in permanent marker, writing down place names and prominent features.

 

The truck comes to a stop when the road is blocked, and Abraham comes out just as Tara is about to open fire on a small group of walkers that have been following them and have now caught up. He takes them out with a tire iron, and then borrows Tara’s rifle to finish the job via smashing a surprisingly resilient walker’s head in with the butt of the gun.

Tara comments that that’s something which she’s never seen before, and he reminds her that he saw her bash in a walker’s head just hours before. She tells him that the thing she’s never seen before was a man who did it while smiling.

Well, man's gotta have a hobby.

Well, man’s gotta have a hobby.

 

He tells her that he’s the luckiest guy in the world. Then orders her to help him move the cars that are obstructing their path.

After the opening credits run, we get to catch up with Carl and Michonne. They’re having breakfast, lamenting the lack of milk, even soy, when Carl brings up Judith in an anecdote… Which leads to the both of them getting uncomfortable/sad and Carl abruptly leaving the table.

Michonne goes to the kitchen, where Rick is puttering about like a man refusing to acknowledge that he needs to stay in bed because he’s got shit to do!

Bro, you've already looked through all of those drawers.

Bro, you’ve already looked through all of those drawers.

 

She asks him what the plan is now, whether this highly vulnerable plantation style-ish house is home now, because she weren’t there for the farm to see how well that worked out but she really ought to be able to figure from the whole prison deal. He says that they ought to stay there until they figure something out, and the two share a look that says they both understand that they’re staying until Rick at least isn’t about to keel over. They discuss going out for more supplies, and Rick is like, “‘Kay, I’m totes ready,” but she tells him that he’s stupid and he needs to rest. Michonne tells him that she’ll take Carl.

They sync watches and agree to be back by noon. Ish.

I still think that there's no way that Carl's strong enough to fire that massive pistol and be able to compensate for the kick of that mule.

I still think that there’s no way that Carl’s strong enough to fire that massive pistol and be able to compensate for the kick of that mule.

 

After their first house, Michonne playfully asks Carl if he found any cookies or chocolate bars. He tells her that there wasn’t anything even remotely as amazing as 112 oz. of chocolate pudding, and she whips out her take. A can of spray cheese!

For which, I think, she looks entirely too excited.

For which, I think, she looks entirely too excited.

He’s less than impressed, and so she takes the opportunity to down a whole bunch of the stuff.

The zombies will never get her, but I dunno about canned cheese product, girl.

The zombies will never get her, but I dunno about canned cheese product, girl.

 

He still doesn’t laugh, and she apologizes, musing that her humour might be better suited to toddlers. As they clear out another house for supplies (“Food, Batteries, Water, in that order.”), she opens up about having had a three year old son. Carl immediately bombards her with questions, and she agrees to answer them, one at a time, after each room that they’ve cleared and searched.

Back at Ranch-O Rick, our hero is… Taking a nap after having fallen asleep reading a book. A selection of Jack London’s short stories. He is awoken by the sounds of fighting from downstairs, as a group of violence-prone male survivors entres the house and seemingly kills one of their own right away. He gave his gun to Carl, and the men have assault weapons, so he has to resort to hiding under the bed… In a very manly fashion.

How could they not just smell you, though, Rick?!

How could they not just smell you, though, Rick?!

Naturally, one of the men decides to up and take a nap on Rick’s claimed bed, trapping him under the bed as it sags under the man’s weight.

Meanwhile, our two favourite junk food aficionados are still playing their rousing game of opening emotional scars. She reveals his name, “Andre,” and the fact that he was her only child, plus that he died early on after the outbreak.

And she's actually taking it all very well as she checks out these peoples' paintings.

And she’s actually taking it all very well as she checks out these peoples’ paintings.

Carl brings her another painting, this one wrapped in white paper, to bribe her into answering his next question. He heads off to clear out another room, and she uncovers the painting to reveal a portrait of a young girl that’s been streaked with red and her mouth violently X-ed out. It kinda kills the mood, and Michonne heads out to investigate more of the house, since shit just took kind of a serial killer-y turn. She stalks through children’s rooms and discovers an entire family having killed themselves in one of the kids’ rooms, holding hands and laying in bed.

Some tears ensue. Probably due to the stench.

Some tears ensue. Probably due to the stench.

 

She slips out of the room and very subtly presses herself against the door as Carl walks in. He assumes that a child was inside. She tells him that it was a dog, and he doesn’t press the matter. He tells her that his dad let him name Judith, and then muses that maybe she and Andre are together somewhere. She tells him that they ought to be getting back, because Rick will be getting worried, and because she’s kind of a way better mom than Lori was.

Speaking of Rick, he is almost found out when one of the other men comes into the room and strangles the one of the men, leaving him unconscious on the floor inches from Rick’s face, just so that he can now take a nap in a grown-up sized bed.

How are these guys sticking together and living?!

How are these guys sticking together and living?!

 

We finally check back in with Glenn and Tara, and Glenn is adamant as ever about finding his wife. Tara tells him that they’ve been driving for three hours, and that they passed the remains of the prison folk who “escaped” on the bus, but she assures him that she can find their way back via her very “hand”-y (<- see what I did there?) set of directions. Glenn forces Abraham to stop the truck, and picks up his gear and starts walking.

Abraham chases after him, telling him that they’ve got to stick together and that the fate of the human race depends on Dr. Mullet over there on the left.

Also known as Captain Useless. I could never put my faith in this dude's hands, for so any reasons.

Also known as Captain Useless. I could never put my faith in this dude’s hands, for so any reasons.

 

Abraham says that they’ve got to get him, a scientist, to Washington DC, because Dr. Mullet knows exactly what caused this whole mess.

Uh…huh. Well, I call bullshit, but I’m not in the show. So, when Glenn asks what happened, and Dr. Mullet tells him that it’s classified, he takes a walk. Abraham, however, still isn’t willing to let him go, telling him to accept that his wife is dead, and that even if she is alive, he’ll never find her again.

Glenn takes the news about as well as can be expected.

Glenn takes the news about as well as can be expected.

 

None too pleased about getting punched in his ginger face, Abraham tackles Glenn and the two fight while the woman folk try to pry them apart. Dr. Mullet, meanwhile, panics at the sight of a solitary walker.

CAPTAIN USELESS, AWAY!

CAPTAIN USELESS, AWAY!

Seeing that help isn’t coming, he hurries to retrieve a weapon which he has no idea how to handle, and proceeds to fire at exactly the wrong spot, attract more walkers, and fuck up the truck as well, all while Glenn, Abraham, and the girls rush back to neutralize the threat. The whole crew opens fire and likely wastes a metric fuck ton of bullets taking out only about a dozen walkers… And Tara needs some direction because her firing looks kind of awkward, since her gun doesn’t have a shoulder stock and looks pretty shaky.

These guys look pretty solid in this still, despite Dr. Mullet's uselessness and this broad's desperate need of pants.

These guys look pretty solid in this still, despite Dr. Mullet’s uselessness and this broad’s desperate need of pants.

 

They do make short work of the minihorde and Abraham quickly notes that there’s been damage to what’s probably supposed to be the fuel line. An inauspicious introduction for Dr. Mullet.

DUCT TAPE, MOTHER FUCKER!

DUCT TAPE, MOTHER FUCKER!

 

Checking back in with Rick, he tries to escape from under the men’s notice, while we hear talk drifting up from downstairs about how a woman’s shirt has been washed and is hanging on a line to dry… The men are planning to basically rape Michonne as soon as she gets back in. So… Yeah, Rick, you need to hurry on up. As he slips around corners and ducks into other rooms, Rick has a series of narrow escapes from the eyes of the men… Until he ducks into the second floor bathroom and comes face to face with a dude just sitting, fully clothed, on the toilet, lid closed and with the door wide open.

Strangling seems to be the favourite method of murder this episode...

Strangling seems to be the favourite method of murder this episode…

 

Rick fights this dude who just can’t reach the scissors on the vanity and who also doesn’t have the presence of mind to at least fire a warning shot from his rifle to alert the other men that there’s a problem in the house, leaving him on the ground, either unconscious or dead. Although, considering that they’re stomping around, grunting, and knocking all of the shit off of the sink and nobody ever comes running, maybe he knew that it would be to no avail anyways.

Rick now has what looks like an uzi and a pair of scissors, and leaves through the window.

Pausing briefly to eye fuck the camera, of course.

Pausing briefly to eye fuck the camera, of course.

 

He drops down to the back porch and circles the house, ready to take out this motherfucker on the front porch as he sees Carl and Michonne approaching in the distance.

This dude who is eating like he's on a diet and is spitting out half of what's on his spoon.

This dude who is eating like he’s on a diet and is spitting out half of what’s on his spoon.

 

However the heck far away they are, Abraham realises that the truck is completely unreasonably fucked, and so Glenn gets his wish of heading back to the truck in the hopes that Maggie will be there, waiting to meet up with him. Abraham agrees to follow when Dr. Mullet tells him that they can find another car and another way, and that he should trust him because he’s smarter than Abraham.

...Kill Dr. Mullet. Really. Right now. That's it. Done.

…Kill Dr. Mullet. Really. Right now. That’s it. Done.

 

Elsewhere, Rick is saved from having to engage in a firefight for which he’s woefully outgunned when the sound of shouting and gunfire erupts from within the house, presumably since his victim up in the bathroom may have turned by now and it attacking the the rest of the would-be rapists.

See Rick run. Run, Rick, run!

See Rick run. Run, Rick, run!

 

We see one more shot of Tara and Abraham discussing his mission and debating what makes a good person, both of them denying their own goodness because of past sins.

Then, the episode closes on Michonne, Rick, and Carl spotting a banner for Terminus, the supposed sanctuary, and agreeing to head there for lack of a better plan.

Note to self, always have a series of back up plans, because the alternative is walking on train tracks, and that sounds like a sprained ankle waiting to happen.

Note to self, always have a series of back up plans, because the alternative is walking on train tracks, and that sounds like a sprained ankle waiting to happen.

 

So! Grimes & Co. are headed for Terminus! So are Tyreese and Carol and the girls! So, we should get to see Judith reunited with her family! This will bring great joy!

But we should also end up seeing Rick and Carol meeting, and then probably a blow-out once Tyreese learns of Carol’s actions… So… Also awesome.

I’ve been waiting for that.

I’m also holding out for a Glenn Maggie reunion.

HOWEVER. Next week’s preview looks like a Daryl/Beth episode, and pretty heavy on the Beth. And the guest on “Talking Dead” is going to be Norman Reedus, and that never bodes well for an actor’s character’s fate on the show itself.

Either way, see you then, and let’s hope that the rest of the season isn’t comprised of these little fucking mini vignettes focusing on pockets of characters. I want to see some advancing story! PLOT, DAGNABIT!

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I'm a graphic artist, writer, film-maker, and avid baker. I sing in the car and laugh at the worst/best moments. I am the coolest nerd you will ever meet. Try not to let your jealousy show too badly.

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