In the camp, Gomi returned to his Humvee: "If only there were welding torches and welding bottles." Looking at the car in front of him, Gomi had a big plan.

"Carol, where are you? I want to go out for a while, do you have time to help me drive? Gomi shouted out to Carol in the camp.

"Gomi, I'm here." Carol, who heard the shouting, stepped out from the side. "Are you sure you want to go out now? You know, I've got to take care of Sophia. Gomi thought about it, indeed. Gomi, it's evening now, is it okay to go out tomorrow? Carol didn't say no to all of them, wanting to go out with Gomi tomorrow.

"No, I'll go out and have a look by myself." Gomi decided to go out on his own, as long as he didn't go to the places that were already crowded.

Gomi drove down an empty road, which coincided with the path Rick had chosen to deal with Randall.

In the middle of the night, a Humvee roared through the endless wilderness, driving near the engineering department, looking at the walking corpses everywhere. Drive through the doors of the Engineering Department. Drive around and see if there's anything you need.

"Welding torch, welding bottle." Going around the parking lot and seeing the two things he needed, Gomi was excited, took out the alarm clock he had prepared earlier, and threw the alarm clock clockwork in the distance. Within two minutes, the alarm clock turned on, and when he saw the dozen or so walking corpses surrounding him, Gomi didn't panic, and began to clean up with his bow and arrows.

Walking over to the alarm clock and stopping it, Gomi retracts the arrow. Welding bottles, welding guns, Gomi found some welding rods in the warehouse next to him and loaded them all into the car.

"It would be nice if we could get this school bus off the ground." Looking at the school bus Gomi that Sean had run into earlier in the parking lot, he felt a pity. After all, school buses are sturdy.

Gomi had no choice but to take advantage of the darkness to drive back to the farm first.

At this time, it was already dawn on the farm, and Rick Shawn brought Randall back to get ready to deal with it.

Carol looked at the location of the original Humvee and worried.

Imprisons Randall in the cabin, where Daryl is questioning.

A punch knocks out Randle, and Daryl forces him to ask, "You've been talking nonsense." ”

"I didn't know them well, I just met them on the road." Randall, who had been beaten, couldn't help it, and he knew that if he didn't say anything, he would be beaten to death.

"How many of you are there?" Seeing that Randall had not answered, Daryl pulled out the dagger he had brought with him.

Randall, who saw the dagger, was terrified, "Don't do this, brother. Daryl slammed the dagger into the floor between Randall's legs. How many people? The dagger's chill intimidated Randall.

"Thirty, there are 30 people." Stunned by Daryl's move, Randall told the truth.

"Where are they?" Darryl jerked the bandage holder off Randall's leg, and the pain caused Randall to cry with a hideous expression.

"I swear I don't know. We never stay in one place for long. Randall was terrified.

"Are they investigating? Planning to stay here for an extended period of time? Shoving the dagger little by little into the wound in Randall's leg, Daryl continued to ask.

"I don't know, they left me behind." Randall resented his former companions, and he wouldn't have to suffer if they hadn't left him.

"Have you ever been unscarred?" Daryl continued to threaten.

"Please, please. I'm trying to cooperate. The pain made Randall more conscious for a moment, and he clearly felt that the scar was being uncovered little by little.

"In the beginning, you weren't cooperative." As he spoke, Daryl would pick open Herschel's stitched scar. "Sooner or later you'll have to confess."

"Okay, I said, they have weapons. Heavy equipment, automatic rifles, but I didn't do anything. The feeling of the wound being uncovered drove Randall crazy.

"Your men are trying to shoot us and take away the farm. You say you're following behind to play soy sauce, and you say you're innocent? "Daryl didn't think this kid was a good person, and after going through so much, Daryl learned a lot from Rick.

"Of course, I'm sure." Randall still didn't say. "Those people took me in, not just men, they had a group of people, men and women. And children, just like you. I thought I had a better chance of surviving with them, but we went out looking for supplies, and there were just a few men, and one night we found a campsite, a man and his two daughters, two little girls, very young and very lovely. Hearing this, Daryl, who stood up, seemed to realize something. Their father could only watch his daughter persecuted, and the men did not want to give the father a good time. Just let him look at his daughter like this... But I didn't touch those two girls, I swear I didn't. The enraged Daryl couldn't take it anymore and beat Randall violently.

In the camp, Rick and the others are waiting for the results of Daryl's interrogation.

"So what are you going to do? Knowing the plan gives us peace of mind. Is there a plan? Are we going to leave him here? Several people ask Rick what to do with Randall.

Rick looked in the direction of the cabin, "I'll know the answer soon." ”

Daryl took his crossbow bolts, put on his equipment, and walked over from a distance. "They had a group of people, about 30 people. They have heavy weapons, and they don't look like good stubble. If they come here, we're going to die. And women will be worse off than dead. ”

As several people were talking, the roar of the Humvee caused everyone to be nervous. They were all relieved to see Gomi get out of the parked car. "Hey, guys, what's going on?" Gomi watched curiously as a group of people were holding a rally here early in the morning. Glenn pulled Gomi over "Just listen here, we're talking about whether or not to prepare for the fight because of Randle." Gomi looked at Glenn in surprise, "Prepare for the fight." Seeing Glenn nod, Gomi stopped talking and turned to pack his gear.

"What did you do to him?" Carol on the side asked curiously.

"Just chatted." Daryl put the crossbow on his shoulder.

"No one should touch that person." Rick forbids the crowd to approach Randall.

Gomi also packed his weapons in order to prevent a sudden and vicious battle.

"Rick, what are you going to do?" Lori asked Rick, who was calling the shots, "We don't have a choice, he's a threat." We cannot leave the scourge behind. Dale on the side looked at Rick, whose temperament had changed drastically, and couldn't believe it. You just want to kill him like that? ”

"It's decided, I'll do it today." After a night of reflection, Rick decides to sentence Randall to death. After saying that, he turned around and left. Sean looked at Lori gloomily.

"You can't do that." Dale, who ran after Rick, tried to stop him. "You don't want to, I know."

"I thought about it all night and got new information, and I felt like it was inevitable." Rick was sure of his choice and decision.

"But you can't just decide the life and death of others, there has to be a process." The old Dale knows the heaviness of life.

"What process? We can't have a trial. "Rick wants to keep his family safe, and in doing so, he will risk the lives of others.

So he's now defined as guilty? And then the death penalty? "Dale still wants to argue." He's just a kid! ”

"Rick, give me, give me a moment, let me talk to you again." Dale also wants to try to keep Randall alive.

"We don't have time, it's impossible to take our time. Everyone was scared. "Rick was afraid that Randall's accomplices would kill the farm with automatic rifles, and he didn't dare to gamble, he had to keep everyone safe.

"Then it takes time to discuss it carefully." Dale was alive before the outbreak of the walking dead.

"They just need to be protected, that's my job." With that, Rick prepares to execute Randall.

"Think of your son, think of the example you set for him. Act impulsively and recklessly. Seeing that Rick's mind was shaken, Dale continued, "I'm just asking for one day to talk to everyone." You can say yes, think Carl. ”

"I'm thinking. We gather at sunset to make a final decision. Carl's chatter made Rick back down.

"Gomi, what do you think about the execution of Randall?" Inside the camp, Karl looked at Gomi, who was sitting on top of the Humvee, and asked.

"Listen, man, if it was before the walking corpse, such an execution would have been criticized, but now," Gomi said, gesturing around, "to ensure that you have a good life, we are all willing to make the right choice for the sake of everyone." It is impossible to do something that threatens everyone out of kindness. ”

Dale walked back to the RV.

In the RV, Andrea is rummaging through boxes and cabinets, looking for firearms.

Dale looked at Andrea, who was rummaging through the cabinets, and said.

"Do me a favor."

"Have you ever touched a weapon bag?" Andrea asked Dale, who had just walked back to the RV.

Dale dragged the weapon bag out from under the cabinet, and Andrea, who saw the weapon bag, stepped forward.

"I need you to guard Randall and keep him safe." Dale says he needs help.

Andrea looked at Dale, "Why?" ”

"Rick gave me time to talk to everyone, and I want them to come to their senses if Shaun knows." Dale points out that Sean is not normal.

"You think he's going to kill that guy just right?" Andrea, rummaging through her weapons, asked.

"You know killing this boy is his attention." Dale pointed to the person who made the suggestion.

"Are you on his side?" Dale wondered Andrea, who was willing to fight with him before.

"He's a threat," he said, looking at the few ammo in his weapon bag, "don't tell me that's all the ammo." ”

"You're a civil lawyer." Dale couldn't imagine why Andrea, who had been dominated by the law, had such a big turnaround.

"You used to rely on words and swords, using ideas as weapons, and using guns is his style." Andrea's changes were all pushed by Dale onto Sean's.

"Are you really going to quarrel with us about this? Let go of a guy who will bring someone to kill us? Andrea signaled that the situation was urgent, and that there might be 30 people staring at the farm.

"This is the moral code of a civilized society." Dale argued helplessly.

"Who says it's not a civilized society anymore?" Andrea wondered how Dale could have such an idea.

"No, the world we know is gone. But whether or not to retain the kindness of humanity is still our choice. "Because today's decision by Rick has made Dale no longer trust this small group. He didn't know that when he chose good, evil was also growing.

"I'll help you watch Randall, but that doesn't mean I agree with you." Sticking the gun into her lower back, Andrea agreed to Dale.

While they were arguing, Gomi found some iron sheets and welded them to the Humvee's bumper with a welding torch, looking at the front face that resembled a snowmobile.

"Now it's almost time to cover the glass with iron sheets, leaving only a certain field of view and shooting holes." Gomi unfolded the drawings and looked at the tin monster he had designed in front of him. "Aim for it to be done today." As he spoke, he continued to get busy.

The locked Randall is still struggling, he wants to live. At the door was Andrea, who promised Dale.

"They're going to kill me, right?" Through the crack in the door, Randall asked Andrea.

"I heard he's a kid?" Carl and Sean came from not far away.

Randall, who heard the voice, stood on a stool and looked out through a gap in the wall.

"He's not just a kid, he's... That's just a metaphor. Sean explained.

"May I meet him?" Karl is curious, he wants to see what Randall looks like, but Sean refuses.

"Listen, it's an adult business, okay? Leave it to us to take care of it. Touching Carl's head as he spoke, Sean didn't want Carl to join the harsh reality.

Outside the cabin, Sean sees Andrea.

"So Dale asked you to come? How? He asked you to do hospice care? I ask you, if I were to go in now, and I just wanted to fix it, would you stop me? Sean felt that if anyone had a good heart, there would be no one else but Dale.

"I was well taught." Andrea said she would follow Dell's orders.

"So, you're moved by Dale's Theater of Sadness?" Sean crouched down.

"I told him about it, and I'm on your side." Andrea believes that Randall is always a threat, agreeing with Sean.

"But you're still helping him, aren't you?" Sean, who squatted down, was unwilling. "But you are too naïve, this group of people will not give up their current safe life for the sake of one person, and I tell you, if they retreat, then we will be in big trouble. I ask you, every time you encounter danger, who do you think is responsible. ”

"Someone thinks it's you." Andrea informs Sean of everyone's thoughts.

"It's strange, no one listens to me." Sean didn't think the group would listen to him. "I think it's those people who set the rules, those guys who think they know everything. Even if it turns out that they are wrong. ”

Inside the door, Randall was watching through the crack in the door.

"Then what are you going to do, Rick is the leader, and the farm is Herschel's." Andrea pointed out Sean's current situation.

"Maybe it's time to change the situation." Sean was unhappy with his current situation.

"How, is it possible that you want to confiscate their guns? And then lock them up? Andrea was confused as to what Sean would do. No, I don't know, then the situation could get out of hand. Sean's affirmative gaze made Andrea panic.

"Listen, I don't want anyone to get hurt, can I?" Sean stood up and assured Andrea. "Rick is my friend, and I don't hate Herschel either."

"What about Dale?" Andrea pointed out the only obstacle now.

"Dale has a lot of mouths, but he doesn't hurt." For Dale Shaun, he didn't feel like a threat at all.

"Listen, I just want to get some good sleep. I don't want to worry about it all day, isn't that what everyone wants? "Sean thinks it's best for everyone to put Randall to death right now.

Randall, who was in the cabin, heard Sean and Andrea talking and knew his fate, and Randall, who was worried about his life, turned his head to see Carl.