The Walking Dead Webisodes (2011) s01e04 Episode Script
Torn Apart: Neighborly Advice
I know, boy.
I'm trying.
Come on! Kep your hands where I can see 'em.
What the hell are you doing down here? I'm looking for guns.
Ain't that precious.
I always thought you were better than me, huh? , better paycheck home.
And I'm the fellow marriage.
You're down here looking for guns? If you don't mind me asking, who the hell are you planning on shooting? My dog, Max.
Something tore into him.
We have bigger problems than a rabid dog.
AIn't you been watching tube lately? You gotta get to a hospital Ain't you heard? CDC is working up a cure.
At least that's what they say on the news now.
It's terrorists.
They figured how to have their way without using bombs.
Oh, boy.
I'm feeling it.
Today's my birthday.
Big five-o.
The kids, they.
.
fixed me some card.
There's glitter and glue all over the damn carpet.
Guess who got to clean that up? Maggie, she baked a cake.
Fudge cake, that's my favorite.
Shot her a while ago.
What? My wife.
Nit the kids.
I couldn't do the kids.
Hold your horses up there.
Papa's Papa's on his way.
One for me, that dog and two upstairs, if you don't mind.
End of story.
Good luck to you, Andy.
Hold that way.
I never did like you.
Until now.
I'm trying.
Come on! Kep your hands where I can see 'em.
What the hell are you doing down here? I'm looking for guns.
Ain't that precious.
I always thought you were better than me, huh? , better paycheck home.
And I'm the fellow marriage.
You're down here looking for guns? If you don't mind me asking, who the hell are you planning on shooting? My dog, Max.
Something tore into him.
We have bigger problems than a rabid dog.
AIn't you been watching tube lately? You gotta get to a hospital Ain't you heard? CDC is working up a cure.
At least that's what they say on the news now.
It's terrorists.
They figured how to have their way without using bombs.
Oh, boy.
I'm feeling it.
Today's my birthday.
Big five-o.
The kids, they.
.
fixed me some card.
There's glitter and glue all over the damn carpet.
Guess who got to clean that up? Maggie, she baked a cake.
Fudge cake, that's my favorite.
Shot her a while ago.
What? My wife.
Nit the kids.
I couldn't do the kids.
Hold your horses up there.
Papa's Papa's on his way.
One for me, that dog and two upstairs, if you don't mind.
End of story.
Good luck to you, Andy.
Hold that way.
I never did like you.
Until now.