She shakes her head, getting one last glance at a terrified and confused Christa being chaperoned upstairs at gunpoint by Carver before speaking. "No, I don't understand, Lee. What you did, it was.. Wrong."

"If you think that's true, honey, you don't comprehend just what I've done for this group. You must have been thinking this for a long time. I did what I had to do to prevent anymore innocent people from dying. Look at this," He points at Johnny's corpse. "He killed him, sweet pea."

"But you killed him."

"He deserved it. Remember when Andy St. John came back to hurt us, and we had to take him out before he killed Travis?"

"This is different."

"Yeah, this time he did kill him. We need to stop reckless decision making like what Walter was willing to pull before it's too late." He pulls the walkie talkie out of his pocket. "Like this. We need to turn these back in."

"What if.. What if we need them? To get out of here?"

"And what if he's right? What if we all die stupidly escaping?"

"Then we at least tried. We tried before anyone else could die. Please, Lee, we can't give up hope."

"...Alright, honey. We'll hold onto them." He looks down at Walter's body. He looks down at Sam's body. Lee's body collapses as he wretches, vomiting on the floor.

"Oh my god! Lee!" Clem rushes to his side, rubbing his back as he expels vile from his body. Bill walks in as he does so, eyes widening.

"Ah shit," He picks up his walkie. "Clean up in the kitchen, Wyatt. Bring your other two workers."

There's a pause before Tisha's voice intrudes. "Bill, we have a problem."

"What?" He impatiently questions.

"There are two missing walkie talkies." Tisha panically answers.

"...What?"

"Someone must have taken them. I asked everyone, and nothing. There are two unaccounted for."

He looks down at Lee and Clem, tightening his fists with a nod towards them. "Okay.. gather everyone up in the pen. Everyone."

"Will do." The radio clicks off. Carver paces around, putting his hand on his face. He stops and addresses Lee.

"What's wrong?"

Lee lets out the last of it, gasping for air. "N-nothing.. Just feel sick."

"We'll have Carlos check you out in a few. God, can you believe this? Fucking prisoners. They're gonna get it." He walks away as Wyatt comes in, debriefing him. He looks anxious, explaining that Duck ran off to the pen. Bill looks upset, but tells him to just stay behind and clean up while Sarita goes to the pen. While they're talking, Lee and Clem have a private conversation.

"Are you okay?" Clem asks him, kneeling down to his level.

"I.. I think so. I'm so sorry, sweet pea, I.. I don't know what I was thinking. We.. we need to get the hell out of here." He growls, coughing and spitting out some leftover fluid.

"Okay. Tonight?" She questions.

"Maybe. Soon. I'm not sure if we should stay another day." He slowly stands up, wobbly knees following the sudden transition from the ground.

"Me neither." She cautiously whispers. Carver walks over, recoiling at the smell.

"Are you ready to go?" He impatiently questions, staring at the vomit with a different kind of disgust. It wasn't just

"Yeah, yeah.. Sorry."

"It's fine. Come on." They all start walking away. Suddenly, Sarita screams.

"Walter! W-what happened?!" She tries to run toward him, but Bill grabs her arm and pushes her back towards Wyatt, who is barely able to catch her.

"Shut up and go! You have bigger things to worry about then that murderer!" Carver yells, pointing his gun at her.

"Woah, Bill! I'm right here!" Wyatt worriedly stammers.

Carver squeezes the gun. "Then move out of the way." Wyatt follows his orders, letting go of a now sobbing Sarita as he ushers her back to the prison yard. Lee gives Clem a worried look and vice versa, both of them afraid of the consequences of their actions.

In the pen, Lee and Clem wait for the others to show up. The room fills quickly with every prisoner but Christa. Kenny and Ben notice Sarita's weeping and go to comfort her, but she won't, or more like can't, say what happened. Duck stands in front of his father, arms folded with a sour expression on his face. Kenny's trying to get his son to tell him what happened but he says he doesn't know.

Luke, Nick, Pete, Alvin, Rebecca, Mike, Carlos and Sarah stand together with Bonnie close by, all sweating or otherwise anxious. Troy, Tavia, Stan, Justin, Eddie, Wyatt, Shawn, Becca and Tisha stand together, guarding the exit. Danny stands near the back, occasionally glancing at his little girlfriend.

Chuck, Molly, Carley and Jane enter last with Shel bringing them in. They stand near Lee and Clementine. "What happened? What clued them in?" Molly whispers to Lee, sniffing him when a repugnant smell wafts into her nose. "Did you roll in shit or something?"

"I threw up. Walter's dead. Bill forced me to shoot him." He answers.

"Jesus.." Carley mutters.

"So they know." Jane mutters.

"They don't know who has it." Lee replies.

"Where's Christa?"

"Bill's office. She was an accomplice to Walt. They killed Johnny, so.. I had to."

"Did you?"

"..I don't know."

Carver paces in front of everyone. He's been waiting five minutes now for everyone to get here and confess, his patience ruined. Now that everyone's here, he sets his sights on them, continuing to pace, gun in hand. "And how is it that we're repaid for our trust? With treachery? With deceit? With theft!?" He stomps, fully facing everyone now, a vein drumming in his forehead. "Whatever you're planning is over; it's done. You can't just up and leave when it gets tough, 'cause there's nowhere else you can go where it ain't. Tough is all we've got now, get that through your fuckin' skulls. You've destroyed my trust in all of you. Luckily, some of you have better brains than others."

Bill looks at Lee and Clem, the rest of the room doing the same. "You may have shattered my trust, but you can start gaining it back by telling me where they are." There's a beat of silence. Bill sighs. "Now, I'm gonna count to three. If that radio ain't in my hand by then.. We'll have to make things more difficult."

Lee and Clementine know they have the radios. Everyone in the pen knows they have the radios. Question is, do they want to risk Carver's wrath and everything they've been earning from him so far by giving up their role against him, or should they keep quiet and hope someone else takes the fall?

Choices (Clementine)

A: I have it

B: Maybe you lost it

C: …

D: Maybe Duck stole it?

Relationships

Lee: 15/15 (You pulled him back before he could go too far down the hole. He sees you differently now)

Carley: 15/15

Christa: 12/15

Molly: 15/15

Chuck: 15/15

Kenny: 11/15

Duck: 2/15

Ben: 15/15

Sarita: 4/15 (She doesn't know what happened, but she has a feeling that you're somehow apart of it, in a bad way)

Luke: 14/15

Pete: 14/15

Nick: 11/15

Carlos: 11/15

Sarah: 10/15

Alvin: 10/15

Rebecca: 11/15

Jane: 6/10

Mike: 6/10

Carver: 11/15

Tavia: 7/15

Stan: 5/15

Shel: 7/15

Becca: 6/15

Bonnie: 8/15

Shawn: 8/15

Wyatt: 7/10

Eddie: 7/10

Troy: 3/15

Justin: 7/15

Danny: 6/10

Sam: 8/15