Then we're looking up at Rick from the trunk of the car from Randall's point of view as Rick pulls the hood off Randall, checks his bonds and the duct tape holding the music-blasting earbuds in and his mouth shut, and stuffs him back in. The first time I thought Rick said he wanted to check the roast, which sounded like some hardcore kidnapping slang and therefore realized it couldn't have been what he said.
At the house, Maggie and Lori are in the kitchen making a single-serving lunch, because it's not like there are over a dozen people living there who have to eat, too. Maggie tells Lori about Glenn blaming her for his freezing up last week. Lori isn't exactly full of sympathy for either of them. "Glenn's a big boy... tell him to man up and pull himself together." But she warns Maggie not to use those words, which, why the hell not? Maggie's about to deliver the tray up to Beth's room, but Lori's got it. What could go wrong?
While Rick drives, he chatters to Shane about using knives more to reduce noise and save ammo. He natters on about the effect winter might have on the Walkers and his hope for another cold, snowy one this year, which he thinks would kill or at least slow the Walkers, making the promise of spring more than symbolic. Of course Shane hates this kind of talk, not just because he's had it up to his scalp-stubble with Rick's hippy-dippy hopefulness, but because the end of the zombie plague means an end to Shane always getting to do whatever the fuck he wants in the name of being The Great Protector. And anyway, Shane's attention is focused in the distance, on a single Walker shambling through the field. Not that he bothers to mention it to Rick.
Lori delivers Beth's food to her in her room and offers to take her for a walk after she eats. Beth: "You're pregnant? How could you do that?" Somehow Lori manages not to tell Beth to just go back into shock.
The trip odometer on the car is at 18.7 miles, but Rick's looking for a good place to drop Randall off, where he'll have a "fair shake." Shane says nothing, but it's not like it's hard to tell what he's thinking. Presently they come up to a Public Works compound surrounded by chain link fence. The place looks pretty familiar if you saw the teaser, but now it seems quiet and abandoned. They get out and walk up to the gate, and Rick seems satisfied, apparently not considering the idea that any one or all of these buildings could be concealing nests of Walkers who have been trapped inside by the fence since week one. For now there's just one visible, stumbling around in a rotting gray sheriff's deputy uniform. Shane levels his automatic, but Rick reminds him of the new knife policy. Which he demonstrates by using his to cut his own finger, then smears the blood across the chain link. When the Walker hurls itself forward to lick the bloody metal, Rick sticks his knife through the fence and straight into the thing's forehead, then gives the handle it a sharp twist. Walker down. "One more. Your turn," Rick says, indicating the approaching zombie. Shane pulls out his own pocketknife. Well, look who's come over all obedient-like.