Moments after Maggie and Carl emerge from the prison with the baby (and without Lori), Rick flips out and heads straight back in there to split some skulls while everyone else has to deal with the fallout. Daryl and Maggie roar off on his motorcycle in a quest for baby supplies, while Glenn digs graves, mourns T-Dogg, bad-mouths the surviving inmates, and later makes an unsuccessful attempt to get Rick to emerge and rejoin the land of the living. Rick, however, makes it clear that he has no wish to do so, nor would he be enjoyable company if he did. In fact, his rampage pauses only when he finds and mutilates the zombie that clearly ate whatever was left of Lori. That was maybe a bit gratuitous.
Meanwhile, in Woodbury, some kind of celebration is going on. Michonne is not exactly in the party spirit, however, because she would rather break into the Governor's house, steal her sword back, and eff up the first six walkers she sees, which happen to have captives of someone in the town. Even so, the Governor's not ready to throw her out -- at least not until she threatens him with her sword. The Governor enlists Andrea to talk some sense into Michonne, but Michonne insists that she and Andrea have to leave, because Woodbury is not the safe haven it's made out to be. Andrea isn't willing to let go of it yet, and ultimately Michonne walks out of the gate without her. The only question is what took her so long. And then, on Andrea's first night in town without Michonne, she finds herself as the Governor's date for a zombie cage match event. A little late for her to be wondering if she made the right decision now. And she doesn't even know about the Governor's procurement procedures, his fish tanks, or the fact that he's still keeping his walker daughter around the house.
Back at the prison, Daryl and Maggie return with the goods, but the mission isn't officially complete until Daryl has christened Carl's new sister "Lil Ass-Kicker." Rick's still chilling out in the extra-gruesome boiler room…at least until the phone rings, and he answers it. That's where the episode ends, but I don't think any of us will be surprised to learn that that the one thing to survive the zombie apocalypse will be telemarketers.
There appears to be some kind of street picnic going on in Woodbury. Milton brings Andrea a cold drink and everything, although he's not entirely on board with this use of the generators. Andrea asks Milton for a hint about something that's supposed to be going down tonight, and he obligingly says, "Mere words cannot adequately describe the festivities ahead." Michonne watches this cozy tête-à-tête from a distance up the street, and bumps into another Woodburian as she sulks off. Didn't someone say there are like 76 people in this town? And if so, why do they all have to be in the shot at once?
Okay, well, not all of them; the Governor's in his house, carefully brushing what I assume is his daughter's long, dark hair. But if the quiet zombie-snarling undertone doesn't tip you off that this isn't a scene of normal paternal devotion, the fact that a hunk of scalp comes off in the brush might, as does the fact that the Governor's undead daughter Penny tries to take a hunk out of his arm in retaliation. But fortunately for him, she's small enough and weak enough that he's able to get her straitjacket laced back up and the pillowcase back over her head without her breaking any of his skin. He assures her that he still loves her and kisses her on the head-bag before going with her to the window. Through the drawn shades, he can see Michonne looking back up at his house from the street, almost as though she can see him. I think Chris Hardwicke puts it best in the Talking Dead promo: "What the hell else is this guy into?"
After the ads, we come back to the prison and grimy little baby Grimes, still squalling in Maggie's arms while Rick is totally checked out. Maggie hands the kid off the Carl, who carries it over to Hershel while Daryl's already wondering what they're going to feed it. Well, let a walker bite it and soon it'll be willing to eat anyone. Hershel pronounces her healthy at a glance, but in need of formula, quickly. Daryl's not in the mood to lose anyone else and announces he's going for a run. Maggie and Glenn immediately volunteer to join him. Daryl asks Beth to look after Carl and Rick -- the latter of whom is still in Tom-Hanks-on-the-beach-in-Saving-Private-Ryan-mode as he dimly registers an axe lying on the ground. While Daryl's giving orders to prepare to move, Rick snatches up the axe and runs back into the prison. Way to make yourself useful during a crisis, homeskillet. At this rate, Carl and Rick will have traded places by the end of the season. Daryl leads his little party to the vehicles, but Maggie's been scouting the shops along the way and knows which stores' baby sections have already been looted. You'd think they might have picked up some formula along the way already; it's not like the new baby is a complete surprise to anyone. The mall that Glenn saw signs for is down a road too littered with debris for a car, which means Daryl and one other person can go on his motorcycle. Maggie insists on being the one, so off she and Daryl go, Oscar quickly closing the gate behind them. I know that this show takes place in a world where there was no zombie pop culture of any kind, but really, guys? The mall? Dawn of the Dead ought to be programmed into our species memory if nothing else.