“You’re old–you know things. So, what if someone told you something that somebody else should know–”
“Stop being dramatic and spit it out!”
“There’s walkers in the barn and Lori is pregnant.”
Let’s get this out of the way: there was an unacceptable amount of Daryl in this episode. I know there’s a lot of (rightfully deserved) ire at other issues in this episode, but for me, this was a low point. On the plus side, this was a very good episode if you were a B-plot character, because Dale, Glenn, and Maggie got some great scenes, Andrea got her gun on, and even T-Dog got a snarky little one liner during the training montage.
There’s only one more episode left before the mid-season hiatus. So that means at least one of the shows two storylines needs to come to some sort of resolution and it ended up being the one I least care about. Lori’s pregnancy is revealed.
I suppose on a different show where they had some sort of respect or development for the female characters, it wouldn’t bug me so much that Lori’s main stories always hinge on her motherhood. It’s a perfectly valid point to explore; small children are tremendous liabilities on the run, and they’re also the future of your existence. But the only things that define Lori are her relationships to the two men she’s boned and her child(ren). It’s not even a multi-leveled portrayal–she’s always shrill or hysterical. Her concerns are constantly derided and we’re left with a character who, frankly, most of the audience hates.
Lori sends Glenn out to get “abortion pills,” which are not actually abortion pills and wouldn’t work on a biological level even if she hadn’t thrown them up, wouldn’t work on a story level because the show needs her to remain pregnant. There’s no drama if everyone faced up to the realities of their world. Women under the best care still die in childbirth. Lori, as she points out, is going to be giving birth in a ditch, during a food shortage, with limited to no medical care (even if they could convince Hershel to let them stay, which they won’t, because they are Bad News Bears), carrying an infant around while trying to avoid hordes of walkers. Think about how the first episode of this season would have gone if Lori already had their baby. When they all need to fling themselves under cars to escape the herd of zombies? How would that end with an infant? They’d all be dead.
So Lori’s concerns get painted as baseless even as the men–and its only men she speaks to about it–keep telling her its her “choice” to not have the baby, when all they do is throw up the reasons to have it and no one mentions the even bigger problem–where the hell would she get an abortion from anyway?
Rick also finds out about the Shane-Lori tryst, which he takes better than Lori keeping her pregnancy a secret. It certainly improved my opinion of him–how could he blame her? Every sign pointed to Rick being dead. There was no way she could have known otherwise. The interesting question, of course, is what Shane is going to do when Rick tells him he knows and forgives them. Will he be relieved? Is that guilt part of what’s pushing him to disconnect from his mortality?
Hey, did everyone notice Shane’s new car? I assume, because Cthulhu knows that new cars don’t just fall out of the sky (not in zombie flicks at least), that the gang just keeps going back to the traffic jam on the interstate and picking up new rides. As far as product placements go, I suppose it was mostly subtle if you discount the beginning of Dale’s confrontation: “I was thinking you got that nice new ride of yours. Plenty of fuel. Enough to get far away from here.”
Dale is a consummate meddler. He is the now the world’s champion meddler, because most of the other meddlers are probably dead, since they probably snooped their way into a zombie attack. Dale gets All of the Secrets out of Lori and Glenn, confronts Hershel about his walker infestation, reveals he’s pretty sure Shane killed Otis, and then does something that I haven’t quite decided was brave or incredibly stupid–he lets Shane know he knows.
Dale: I know what kind of man you are.
Shane: You think I’d shoot Rick? That is my best friend. That’s a man I love. I love him like he’s my brother. You think that’s the kind of man I am?
Dale: That’s right.
Shane: Well, maybe we ought to just think that through. So I’m the kind of man who would gun down his own best friend? What do you think I’d do to some guy I don’t even like. When he starts throwing accusations around my way. What do you think?
Shane, my friends, has gone full cuckoo.
Next week, they have to deal with this: