The Walking Dead (2010–…): Season 2, Episode 2 - Bloodletting - full transcript

(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

WOMAN: I know that look.
Then you get really quiet.

So, are you gonna tell me?

We had a fight this morning.
It got ugly, hurtful.

I'm sorry, hon.
Men can be jerks.

Thing is, if we're being
honest, he wasn't the asshole.

Ah. Got ya.

He was trying so hard to be reasonable.
It just pushed my buttons all the more.

God, I sometimes wish he would
just have it outwith me.

And blow up, tell me I'm being a
bitch, if that's what I'm being.

Instead, he's just so...



(EXHALES)

- Don't beat yourself up.
- No?

You can't tell me that being
pissed at your husband

because he doesn't yell at you
is even close to being rational.

- That's one problem I don't have with Tom.
- But you still love him.

Mmm. Sure, I do. Might as well.

- We're lifers.
- I admire your pragmatism.

You still love Rick?

I've been asking
myself that a lot,

and I think the answer's "yes."

It's just, I'm trying to
remember how that works.

Maybe the only real problem we
have is we got married so young.

It's... (SIREN BLARING)

Excuse me.



Is he alive?

He's in surgery.
(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)

How?

There was a radio call that said that
there was two suspects in a car,

but there was a third man.

Somebody screwed up.

I screwed up.

I just... I did not see him in time.
Lori, it's my fault.

I don't believe that.

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

What do I say?

How do I tell my son his
father's been shot?

You don't have to do it alone.

Okay.

(INAUDIBLE)

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

Come on.

Hey, you move, shithead!
Come on, get us there!

How far? How far?

Another half mile, that way!

Hey, Hershel, talk to Hershel.
He'll help your boy.

- I'm sorry.
- Let's go. Come on!

(GRUNTING)

Dad!

(PANTING)

- Was he bit?
- Shot, by your man.

- Otis?
- He said find Hershel. Is that you?

- Help me. Help my boy.
- Get him inside. Inside!

Patricia, I need my full kit.

- Maggie.
- Yeah?

- Painkillers, coagulants. Grab everything.
- Okay.

Clean towels, sheets, alcohol.

In here.

- Pillowcase.
- Is he alive?

Pillowcase, quick.

Is he alive?

HERSHEL: Fold it. Make a pad.

Put pressure on the wound.

I've got a heartbeat.
It's faint.

I got it. Step back.

- Maggie, IV.
- We need some space.

- HERSHEL: Your name?
- Rick.

- HERSHEL: Rick?
- (STAMMERING) I'm... I'm Rick.

HERSHEL: Rick, we're gonna
do everything we can, okay?

You need to give us some room.

Now.

SHANE: Move!

He's alive? He's still alive?

(SOFTLY) Okay.

It's okay.

You got blood, man.

Okay.

I'll take it from you.

(WHISPERING) Where is he?
Is he okay?

HERSHEL: You know
his blood type?

A positive. Same as mine.

That's fortunate. Don't wander far.
I'm gonna need you.

What happened?

I was tracking a buck.

Bullet went through it.

Went clean through.

The deer slowed the bullet down,

which certainly saved his life.

But it did not go through clean.
It broke up into pieces.

If I can get the bullet
fragments out...

And I'm counting six.

(WHISPERING) I never saw him.

Not until he was on the ground.

- Lori doesn't know?
- SHANE: No, she...

My wife doesn't know.
My wife doesn't know.

(CRYING)

(SHANE WHISPERING INDISTINCTLY)

You still worrying about it?

- It was a gunshot.
- We all heard it.

Why one? Why just one gunshot?

Maybe they took down a walker.

Please don't patronize me. You
know Rick wouldn't risk a gunshot

to put down one walker, or Shane.
They'd do it quietly.

Shouldn't they have
caught up with us by now?

There's nothing we can
do about it, anyway.

Can't run around these
woods chasing echoes.

- So, what do we do?
- DARYL: Same as we've been.

Beat the bush for Sophia, work
our way back to the highway.

I'm sure they'll hook up
with us back at the RV.

I'm sorry for what
you're going through.

I know how you feel.

I suppose you do. Thank you.

The thought of her,
out here by herself.

It's the not knowing
that's killing me.

I just keep hoping and praying
she doesn't wind up like Amy.

Oh, God! That's the worst
thing I ever said.

We're all hoping and praying
with you, for what it's worth.

I'll tell you what it's worth.
Not a damn thing.

It's a waste of time, all
this hoping and praying.

We're gonna locate that little girl.
She's gonna be just fine.

Am I the only one Zen around here?
Good Lord.

We are gonna have quite a collection
of spare parts, I tell you.

Shouldn't they be back by now?

Oh, it's still light.

Let's not worry just yet.

How are you feeling?

T-Dog?

I asked you how you
were feeling just now.

Please don't blow
that question off.

It really, really hurts.

- It's throbbing something awful.
- Let me see.

- (GROANS) Don't, don't touch it!
- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Listen, your veins
are very discolored.

You got a hell of
an infection there.

You could die from
blood poisoning.

(LAUGHS)

Oh, man.

Wouldn't that be the way?
World gone to hell,

the dead risen up
to eat the living

and Theodore Douglas gets
done in by a cut on his arm.

Yeah, that would be stupid.

I've been saying since yesterday,
we gotta get you some antibiotics.

We've been ransacking these
cars the whole time,

I can't believe that we have
not found some ampicillin,

or something in the whole place.

- Can you'?
- Seems like there would be.

Well, that's what I think.

Well...

We... We haven't been
thorough enough.

So, let's look some more.

Why'd I let him come with us?

I should've sent him with Lori.

You know, you start that, you never
get that monkey off your back.

Little girl goes missing,
you look for her. Simple.

- You said, "Call it. Head back."
- Doesn't matter what I said.

Carl got shot because I wouldn't cut bait.
It should be me in there.

You've been there,
partner, right?

And you pulled through.
So will he.

Is that why I got out
of that hospital?

Found my family for it to end here,
like this? As some kind of sick joke?

(SHUSHING) You stop it.
Just stop.

A little girl goes missing.

You look for her. It's
plain and simple.

(DOOR OPENS)

Rick.

He needs blood.

(CARL CRYING)

You, hold him down.

(GROANING)

- Dad!
- SHANE: I got him.

(SHUSHING)

(SCREAMING)

Almost there.

Stop! You're killing him!

Rick, do you want him to live?

- PATRICIA: He needs blood.
- Do it now!

SHANE: Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Wait. Wait. Hey.

He just passed out.

HERSHEL: One down.

Five to go.

(AIR PUMPING)

(AIR HISSING)

Pressure's stable.

Lori needs to be here.

She doesn't even know what's going on.
I gotta go find her, bring her back.

- You can't do that.
- She's his mother!

She needs to know what's happened.
Her son's lying here, shot.

And he's going to
need more blood.

He can't go more than
50 feet from this bed.

Hey, hey.

- Come on.
- I'm all right.

- I'm all right.
- I got him.

He's stable, for now.

Lori has to be here, Shane.
She has to know.

Okay, I get that.

I'm gonna handle it.

- But you've gotta handle your end.
- My... My end?

Your end is being
here for your son.

Even if he didn't need
your blood to survive,

there is no way I'd ever let
you walk out that door.

Man, I'd break your legs if you tried.
I mean, you know that, right?

If something happened to
him and you weren't here.

If he slipped away
while you were gone,

you would never forgive yourself for
that, and neither would Lori, man.

You're right.

When was I ever wrong?

You know, when...

When you were in that hospital,

the one you were never
supposed to leave, man.

(SIGHS) You should've seen Lori.

She was like...

The strength of that woman...

You can't imagine it.

See, that's what you
gotta have now.

I mean, Carl, he
needs that from you.

So you wire yourself
tight, my friend.

You hear?

You've got the hard part.

You just leave the
rest to me, okay?

- All right.
- All right.

(DOOR OPENS)

He's out of danger
for the moment,

but I need to remove those
remaining fragments.

How? You saw how he was.

I know, and that was the shallowest one.
I need to go deeper to get the others.

- SHANE: Oh, man.
- There's more.

Tell me.

HERSHEL: His belly's distended,
his pressure's dropping,

which means there's
internal bleeding.

A fragment must have nicked
one of the blood vessels.

I have to open him up, find
the bleeder and stitch it.

And he can't move while I'm in there.
I mean, at all.

If he reacts the same as before,

I'll sever an artery and
he'll be dead in minutes.

To even try this, I
have to put him under.

But if I do, he won't be
able to breathe on his own.

Same bad results.

What'll it take?

You need a respirator.
What else?

The tube that goes with it, extra
surgical supplies, drapes, sutures.

If you had all that,
you could save him?

If I had all that, I could try.

Nearest hospital went up
in flames a month ago.

- The high school.
- HERSHEL: That's what I was thinking.

They set up a FEMA shelter there.
They would have everything we need.

OTIS: Place was overrun last time I saw it.
You couldn't get near it.

Maybe it's better now.

I said, leave the rest to me.

Is it too late to
take that back?

- I hate you going alone.
- Come on.

Doc, why don't you do me
a list, draw me a map.

You won't need a map.
I'll take you there.

- Ain't but five miles.
- Otis, no.

Honey, we don't have time for
guesswork and I'm responsible.

I ain't gonna sit here while
this fella takes this on alone.

- I'll be all right.
- Are you sure about this?

Do you even know what any of the
stuff he's talking about looks like?

- Come to think, no.
- I've been a volunteer EMT. I do.

Now, we can talk about
this till next Sunday,

or we could just go
do it real quick.

- I'll take right quick.
- I should thank you.

Wait till that boy of yours is
up and around, then we'll talk.

I'll gather some things.

Where is she? Your wife?

We'll lose the light before too long.
I think we should call it.

- Let's head back.
- We'll pick it up again tomorrow?

Yeah, we'll find her tomorrow.

(DARYL WHISTLES)

Just get what you need
and get out of there.

You stay strong, all right?

(CRYING SOFTLY)

That's a fine weapon, Rick. I'll
bring it back in good shape.

Only one I got.

(ENGINE STARTS)

- Man, this turned into one strange day.
- Didn't it, though?

Let's check on your boy.

Found some more batteries,

a bottle of very
trendy pink water,

an excellent new machete,

and I thought Glenn
might like this guitar.

Maybe he plays.

No drugs.

You?

Yeah, ibuprofen and these.

What are we doing?

Pulling supplies together.

No, I mean...

What are we doing?

People off in the woods,

they's looking for that
poor girl and we're here.

Why?

'Cause they think
we're the weakest.

What are you, 70?

Sixty-four.

Uh-huh.

And I'm the one black guy.

Realize how precarious
that makes my situation?

What the hell are
you talking about?

I'm talking about two
good-old-boy cowboy sheriffs

and a redneck whose brother
cut off his own hand

because I dropped a key.

Who in that scenario you think is
gonna be first to get lynched?

You can't be serious.

Am I... Hey, am I
missing something?

Those cowboys have
done all right by us.

And if I'm not mistaken, that redneck
went out of his way to save your ass.

More than once.

And don't forget about Andrea.

Kills her own sister.

She was already dead.

Then wants to blow herself up.

Yeah, she's all there.

She's having a tough time.
What is wrong with you?

The whole world's
having a tough time.

Damn, man! Open your eyes. Look where
we are! Stuck in this mess here!

(SHUSHING)

Let's just go.

Let's just take the RV.

- You've gone off the deep end.
- I mean it, man.

Why are we on the side of
this road like live bait?

Let's go, you and me.

Let's go before they get back.

Oh, my God! You're burning up.

Give me that. Come on.

Here, take these.

We've got to knock
that fever down.

Where the hell are they?

ANDREA: How much farther?
DARYL: Not much.

Maybe 100 yards as
the crow flies.

Too bad we're not crows.

As the crow flies, my ass.

(GROWLING)

(SNARLS) (SCREAMS)

Andrea?

No! No!

No! No!

(SCREAMING)

(SNARLING)

(BREATHING SHAKILY)

Lori? Lori Grimes? Whoa.

I'm Lori.

- Rick sent me. You got to come now.
- What?

There's been an accident.
Carl's been shot.

He's still alive but
you gotta come now.

- Rick needs you! Just come!
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

We don't know this girl. You
can't get on that horse.

Rick said you had others on the
highway, that big traffic snarl?

Uh-huh.

MAGGIE: Backtrack to Fairburn road.
Two miles down is our farm.

You'll see the mailbox. Name's Greene.
(URGES HORSE)

(WALKER MOANING)

Shut up.

Shot? What do you mean shot?

I don't know, Dale.
I wasn't there.

All I know is this chick
rode out of nowhere

like Zorro on a horse
and took Lori.

- You let her?
- Climbed down out of my asshole, man.

Rick sent her. She knew
Lori's name and Carl's.

I heard screams. Was that you?

She got attacked by a walker.
It was a close call.

Andrea, are you all right?

(DOOR SLAMS)

This place is beautiful.

Been in my family 160 years.

I can't believe
how serene it is.

How untouched... You're lucky.

We weren't completely unscathed.

We lost friends, neighbors.

The epidemic took my
wife, my stepson.

I'm sorry.

My daughters were spared. I'm
grateful to God for that.

These people here, all we
got left is each other.

Just hoping we can ride it out
in peace till there's a cure.

We were at the CDC...

It's gone now.

There is no cure.

I don't believe it.

When AIDS came along,
everyone panicked.

One boy in town
came down with it,

and some parents pulled
their children from school,

so they didn't have to
sit in the same room.

This is a whole other thing.

That's what we always say,
"This one's different."

Well, this one is.

Mankind's been fighting
plagues from the start.

We get our behinds kicked for
a while, then we bounce back.

It's nature correcting herself,
restoring some balance.

I wish I could believe that.

(HORSE APPROACHING)

(INAUDIBLE)

I'm sorry.

(WHISPERING) My baby boy.

My baby boy.

My baby boy.

It's okay. Mama's here.

Mama's here.

You're gonna be okay.

You're gonna be okay. We're
gonna make you okay.

(GROANING) Slow, slow.

- How many transfusions?
- Two. Only two.

You know, he wanted to do the same for
you when you were in the hospital.

I had to talk him out of it.

Thank you.

Okay, so I understand,

when Shane gets back
with this other man...

- Otis.
- Otis.

The idiot who shot my son.

Ma'am, it was an accident.

I'll take that under
advisement later.

For now, he's the idiot
who shot our son.

Lori, they're doing everything
they can to make it right.

Okay, as soon as they get back
you can perform this surgery?

I'll certainly do my best.

Okay. I mean, you've done
this procedure before?

Well, yes, in a sense.

"In a sense"?

Honey, we don't have the luxury
of shopping for a surgeon.

No, I understand that. But, I
mean, you're a doctor, right?

Yes, ma'am. Of course.

- A vet.
- A veteran. A combat medic?

A veterinarian.

And you've done this
surgery before on what?

Cows? Pigs?

I have to sit.

Completely in over
your head, aren't you?

Ma'am, aren't we all?

(SHUSHES)

(WHISPERING) Okay,
let's take a look.

(MOANING)

You see that big mobile medical
trailer across the way?

- That's where we gotta get to?
- Yeah.

I won't do it. We
can't just leave.

Carol, the group is split.

We're scattered and weak.

What if she comes back
and we're not here?

It could happen.

If Sophia found her way
back and we were gone,

that would be awful.

Okay. We gotta plan for this.

I say tomorrow morning is soon
enough to pull up stakes.

Give us a chance to rig a big
sign, leave her some supplies.

I'll hold here tonight,
stay with the RV.

If the RV is staying, I am, too.

Thank you. Thank you, both.

I'm in.

Well, if you're all
staying then I'm...

Not you, Glenn. You're going.
Take Carol's Cherokee.

Me?

Why is it always me?

You have to find this farm,
reconnect with our people

and see what's going on.
But most important,

you have to get T-Dog there.
This is not an option.

That cut has gone from bad to worse.
He has a very serious blood infection.

Get him to that farm. See if
they have any antibiotics.

Because if not, T-Dog
will die, no joke.

Keep your oily rags off
my brother's motorcycle.

Why'd you wait till now to say anything?
Got my brother's stash.

Crystal, X... Don't need that.

Got some kickass painkillers.

Doxycycline.

Not the generic stuff neither.
It's first class.

Merle got the clap on occasion.

(CREAKING)

(CHUCKLES)

(MOANING)

(AIR HISSING)

Pressure's dropping again.

We can't wait much longer.

Take some more. Whatever he needs.
Then I'm gonna go.

Go? Go where?

He said five miles. They
should be long back by now.

- Something's gone wrong.
- Are you insane?

You're not going after them.

- HERSHEL: Rick, listen to your wife.
- If they got into trouble...

You're in no condition
to do anything about it.

You've given too much blood.
You're barely on your feet.

You wouldn't make
it across the yard.

- If something happened, I have to go.
- No, your place is here.

If Shane said he'll be
back, he'll be back.

- He's like you that way.
- I can't just sit here.

That's exactly what you do!

If you need to pray or cry
or tell God he's cruel,

you go right ahead, but
you're not leaving, Rick.

Carl needs you here.

(SOFTLY) And I can't
do this by myself.

Not this one.

I can't.

I can't.

SHANE: Psst!

OTIS: Well?

Here.

Endotracheal intubator, baby,
for my new respirator.

Attaboy! Come on.

(CLANKING)

(MOANING)

- Come on!
- Damn it.

(SNARLING)

Come on. Stay with me!

No! No, no, no, no!

(GRUNTS)

Come on!

No, no, no, no!
Come on, come on!

In here!

Okay! Okay! Stay back! Stay back!
(COCKS GUN)

(SNARLING)

Damn it!