In the city, Darryl collect's Merle's hand, and he and the boys try and track the one-handed wonder through the department store to no avail. So they decide to get the guns and then go looking for Merle. My sweet Glenn maps out a plan -- turns out his pizza-delivering skills have given him a good sense of street navigation. I'm betting he also played a heaping helping of Call of Duty. Glenn heads out on to the street to get the guns, while a guy named Miguel confronts Darryl. Then, out of nowhere, a car pulls up, and some guys try to grab the guns, but ultimately they just take my poor Glenn hostage. No!!!!
Rick and Darryl take Miguel to meet some guy named Guillermo who is in charge, but he wants more than an even one-for-one trade. He wants all the weapons. The boys go back to get the weapons, but Rick's not going to hand over the guns so easily, so they almost all end up killing each other, but a sweet little grandmother walks in and inadvertently puts a stop to it. She then leads them through a working old folks home that Guillermo and company run, and brings them to Glenn and the hordes of dogs that were supposedly eating his flesh. They're just some yappy little chiuahuas. So Rick gives Guillermo some weapons so he can keep the old people safe, and the boys head back to their van and find it's gone missing. That can only mean that Merle's taken it and headed back to Camp Terror, and he's probably all kinds of pissed off.
While the boys are facing off against gangs in Atlanta, Amy and Andrea are sitting around fishing and Jim is just digging. The Camp Terror residents decide to confront him, but he won't explain why he's digging or why he won't stop. So Shane has to tackle him, as Shane does, and then poor Jim ends up handcuffed under a tree talking about a dream that he had that involved He's the Sheriff. When everyone walks away, he advises Lori to keep Carl close and not let him out of her sight.
Andrea ransacks Dale's trailer for some wrapping paper for the mermaid necklace, since it's Amy's birthday. Love her priorities. Shane lets Jim free for the fish-fry. There is really something creepy about the way Jim stares at Carl. Ed's in the tent all bruised and he doesn't want to come outside for the fish-fry. Morales asks Dale about his watch, and while Dale spouts off Faulkner quotes, a bunch of walkers attack the camp. Their first stop is Ed in his tent (a deserved killing if I've ever seen one), then they take down Amy (yes!!!) who is coming back from a potty break, and some other nameless camp members fall victim. The men try and take the walkers down, Morales is surprisingly good with a bat. Just then, Rick, Darryl, Glen and T-Dog have finished their nice walk back to camp and put their newly retrieved weapons to good use. Andrea just cries as Amy sits and SLOWLY dies. Jim just quietly says that he remembers his dream… and why he dug the holes.
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This episode doesn't open on the chilling image of Merle's chopped off hand that we left off with last week. Instead, we see the beautiful, ocean-like water of the quarry with Amy and Andrea in a canoe with a little umbrella. It looks like Jane Austen instead of a zombie-infested Atlanta suburb. Anyway, the annoying sisters are fishing and Andrea doesn't understand why their dear old dad didn't teach her how to tie proper fishing knots. Then they talk about the different kinds of lures that their dad taught them, and how when dad fished with Andrea it was about catching food and with Amy it was about catching and releasing. Apparently the girls are 12 years apart, and their father realized they were very different people, so he taught them completely differently. This conversation is annoying and pointless, and stupid Amy is crying again. And now Andrea is crying. And they worry about scaring the fish, and wonder if Florida has less zombies. The fish aren't scared of the tears, as Amy gets a nibble.
Dale watches them from his RV perch. Seriously, I haven't seen so many shots of an RV since the good old days of Trapper John, M.D.. Dale's also able to see Jim digging giant holes.
We're back in Atlanta, up on the roof with the boys. Darryl points his crossbow at T-Dog, which prompts He's the Sheriff to turn his gun on Darryl. Their standoff is short-lived, and Darryl takes a bandana from T-Dog to wrap up Merle's hand, which he then puts in Glennn's backpack. Poor Glennn. Darryl thinks that his brother must have used a tourniquet, otherwise there would have been a much larger blood trail, and T-Dog picks up the tools. At least Dale will be happy.
Back at Camp Terror, Jim is still digging and Dale wants to know why. He's worried that Jim will get heatstroke, and offers him some water. Jim's not talking. Just digging.
In an office in the department store, the boys come across a walker, and then some dead walkers who look to have been taken out by Merle, one-handed at that. Darryl seems dutifully impressed by his brother's ingenuity.
The girls come back from their fishing expedition with dozens of fish, and everyone is quite happy. Amy does an annoying little dance. Amy agrees to teach Carl to fish, they ask Dale about his line reels, but he's more concerned about Jim.