Here is Daryl, a pretty decent guy who is genuinely respected and looked up to for the first time in his life. Everyone figures if he’s cool and competent now, he must have been before. Daryl doesn’t know how to handle real respect and he’s ashamed he doesn’t have a respectable past people expect. At the end, burn down a nasty old house that symbolizes the nasty old past, and start accepting yourself for who you are now. That’s some character development.
The only time I remember seeing it was right before they went into the store with the helicopter on the roof. The medic was quizzing Daryl about his prior job. That came out of nowhere to me. I just presumed it was an off-camera discussion.
The best part about this whole stupid episode was my jealousy toward Beth when she was squished into that trunk with Daryl Dixon. Lucky.
The rest of the episode was, IMHO, a total fail. Especially Beth drinking all that moonshine like it was iced tea. I smelled moonshine once and nearly hurled, and that was back in my drinkin’ days. And I don’t know about you guys but I’d want all my wits securely about me during a zombie apocalypse.
Setting the fire at the end was unbelievably stupid and irresponsible. Way to put yourselves in the middle of a forest fire, jackasses.
I mean, an older redneck with a young pretty teen who relies on him for her very existence. And they get drunk together with nobody in the world close by to judge how they act. And she gets him to open up about his feelings.
The reality of that situation should have had constant bong-chicka-wow-wow music for a good half hour.
I didn’t really mind the episode. Not great but it didn’t bore me. They sank into despair. They did for two days what Michonne essentially did for three seasons. Beth decided what she needed in order to not feel was what her father had always denied her.
Daryl reverted to class resentment of a particularly irrational kind.
Neither was focused on surviving, they were focused on not feeling their pain at losing their entire community again.
In the end it wasn’t adroitly done but I was fine with it. And better than if it was “hey, everybody we know is dead again, let’s get on with repopulating the world with just the two of us.” And at least they didn’t end up at the same house randomly or run into yet another Terminal sign (since Michonne and Daryl have traveled so widely one wonders how they missed them or if the Terminal people have been out pamphleting a lot in the last three days.
That was Zach and I’m pretty sure that was the only mention made in story. They did a call back in this episode when Beth asked if Zach had ever guessed what Daryl did in the beforetime.
RE: The hanging walkers - I thought it was a case of murder/murder/suicide. Guy thinks the end of the world is here, doesn’t want his family to become zombies (at the time, it may not have been common knowledge that they were all infected, and would turn after death. Maybe believing the old zombie movie tropes), and so tries to make sure it doesn’t happen.
Then again, hanging may not have been the best method for that.
I think they’re trying to make Beth into the Moral Compass[sup]tm[/sup] of the group. I don’t hate her. I feel sorry for her. She’s having to grow up fast, and in a situation that no one could have prepared her for. Yeah, Carl did, too. But the difference is that, with a father as a cop, he at least had a peripheral view that the world’s fucked up. He knew that Rick ran the risk of not coming home any day he was working. Beth’s having to adjust on the fly, and it’s not easy for her.
I think you could be right, but I truly hate that idea. She’s far too young and far too sheltered to have a grasp on the complexities of how grey morality can be, especially in the ZA.
the thing that bugged me most is/was how Beth drank moonshine, as someone stated, no reaction at all except a blink. Her first drink and no reaction??? My husband has a snort or two once in awhile and I will take a sip and cough gag and wipe my eyes and talk funny for a minute.**worst acting ever. Carls hat has a better range than her.
As for the “hanging walkers” They mentioned on the Talking Dead that the idea was that there had been a little class warfare at the country club, with the low class survivors (employees, groundskeepers, etc) killing off some of the rich folk.
There really should have been a Caddyshack pun in those scenes somewhere. Wonder if Daryl could have delivered the Rodney Dangerfield line “Oh, but it looks good on you” after Beth got zombie brains splattered.
Why are they assuming everyone else is dead? They ran off. They tracked one adult and two kids. They may have believed the viscera was from those people (and how did tracker extraordinare Darryl miss the two adults and two children walking away from the viscera?).
But they know that a whole bus load of people drove off. They ought to assume that other people also ran off in different directions. Why is their mission “to find a drink of alcohol because I never had one”? Why is the Darryl’s motivation to mope like a little bitch because he couldn’t protect everyone instead of going to, you know, find everyone sos he can protect them? Why would Beth just write off her sister and brother in law for dead, when they each have proven themselves more than capable at surviving?
This is one of my gripes with The Talking Dead; I think the writers / producers use it as a crutch sometimes to excuse poor storytelling. If you have to explain to viewers what happened in the show they just watched, you’re not doing your job very well.
And it’s not even hard to do, in this situation … Beth could see the hanging folks, wonder aloud what happened here, and Daryl could have said something like “The hangers were all dressed pretty nice. I’m guessing the hired hands at this place got tired of being bossed around … saw their chance and took it.”
Frankly, I didn’t buy Daryl’s actions throughout this entire episode. For three seasons now he’s been the best-prepared survivalist of them all, and now he’s doing stupid stuff like setting fire to a perfectly good shelter - in the middle of the night - and grabbing money for God knows what reason.