Lucas Black/Season 3

Scene 1
[LUCAS appears behind the cafeteria gate, among TOMAS, BIG TINY, ANDREW, AXEL and OSCAR, surprised to see RICK, DARYL, GLENN, MAGGIE, and the others with an injured HERSHEL.]

AXEL: Holy shit.

Scene 1
[DARYL pointed the crossbow at the six prisoners.]

DARYL: Who the hell are you?

LUCAS: We could ask you the same question!

RICK: [to the others] He's bleeding out -- we gotta go back. Put pressure on the knee! Hard, hard!

OSCAR: Jesus...

DARYL: Why don't y'all come outta there? Slow and steady.

LUCAS: You can put that down. We won't be a problem to you. We just want to know who you are.

DARYL: For now, do what I say. Now, come on. Slow and steady.

TOMAS: What happened to him?

DARYL: He got bit.

[TOMAS pulls out a handgun and T-DOG points his gun at him.]

TOMAS: Bit?

LUCAS: Hey, whoa, whoa, Tomas, come on, man. Relax.

TOMAS: Shut up!

DARYL: Easy now. Ain't nobody needs to get hurt.

LUCAS: Put the gun away, you dumbass. You're going to get us killed.

[GLENN ran over to the cafeteria while RICK tried to help HERSHEL with MAGGIE. DARYL and T-DOG pointed their weapons at the six prisoners.]

GLENN: Any medical supplies?

OSCAR: Whoa, where do you think you're going!?

LUCAS: Oscar, shut the hell up, man. Let them take what they want. They have more weapons than we do.

TOMAS: Who the hell are you people, anyway?

AXEL: Ain't look like no rescue team.

RICK: If Rescue Team is what you're waiting for -- DON'T!

[GLENN cleared off a box that was on a table which could be used a stretcher. He brought it over to RICK and MAGGIE, and they settled HERSHEL onto it.]

LUCAS: Oh my God. Shit.

ANDREW: You're crazy! Don't open that! [They open the doors to transport HERSHEL back to their cell block.]

Scene 2
[The six prisoners, including LUCAS entered the cell block and DARYL pointed the crossbow in their direction.]

DARYL: That's far enough.

TOMAS: Cell block C, cell 4. That's mine, gringo. Let me in.

DARYL: Today's your lucky day fellas, you've been pardoned by the state of Georgia, you're free to go.

TOMAS: What you got goin' on in there?

DARYL: Ain't none of your concern.

LUCAS: Tomas, chill the fuck out, alright?

TOMAS: Shut up, Luke. You, gringo, you don't get to tell me what is or isn't my concern. [he pulls out his handgun.]

BIG TINY: Chill, man. Dude's leg is messed up. We're free now. Why we still in here?

DARYL: The man's got a point.

LUCAS: Something isn't right.

OSCAR: I gotta check up on my moms. And my kids.

TOMAS: A couple of civilians breaking into a prison that you got no business being in... got me thinking there isn't anywhere for us to go.

DARYL: Why don't you go find out?

AXEL: Maybe we'll just be goin' now--

TOMAS: We ain't leaving!

T-DOG: You ain't comin' in, either!

TOMAS: This is my house -- I'll go where I damn well please!

Scene 3
DARYL: There ain't nothin' for ya here, why don't you go back to your own sandbox!?

RICK: Hey, hey, hey! Everyone, relax. There's no need for this.

TOMAS: How many of you in there?

RICK: Too many for you to handle.

TOMAS: You guys rob a bank or something? Why don't you just take him to a hospital?

[The survivors looked at each other, confused.]

RICK: How long have you been locked in that cafeteria?

LUCAS: Maybe, ten months? There was a riot that broke out, I hadn't seen anything like it.

AXEL: Attica on speed, man.

ANDREW: We heard about dudes going cannibal, people dying and coming back to life. Crazy.

TOMAS: One guard looked out for us, locked us in the cafeteria, told us to sit tight. He threw me this piece, and said that he'd be right back.

OSCAR: And that was 292 days ago.

AXEL: 94 according to my--

TOMAS: Shut up!

OSCAR: We were thinking that the army or the national guard should be showing up any day now.

RICK: There is no army. There's no government, no hospitals, no police. It's all gone.

LUCAS: What?

AXEL: For real?

RICK: I'm serious.

OSCAR: What about my moms? My kids? And my old lady? Yo, you got a cell phone or something that we can call our families?

DARYL: You just don't get it, do you?

RICK: No phones, no computers. As far as we can see, at least half the population's been wiped out. Probably more.

TOMAS: Ain't no way.

RICK: See for yourself.

[They go out to the courtyard.]

OSCAR: Damn the sun feels good.

AXEL: Good lord. They're all dead.

TOMAS: Never thought I'd be so happy to see these fences.

LUCAS: How'd you get in the here in the first place?

DARYL: Cut a hole in that fence by the guard tower.

ANDREW: That easy, huh?

DARYL: When there's a will -- there's a way.

ANDREW: Easy for you to say.

BIG TINY: What is this -- like a disease?

RICK: Yeah. And we're all infected.

LUCAS: What do you mean?

AXEL: Infected? Like AIDS or something?

DARYL: If I was to shoot you -- put an arrow in your chest. You'd come back as one of these things.

TOMAS: Ain't no way this Robin Hood cat is responsible for killing all these freaks.

LUCAS: You must have a big group. There's got to be at least fifty bodies out here. And there's no way you could have saved them? There isn't a cure?

RICK: No. There's no cure.

TOMAS: Where'd you come from?

RICK: Atlanta.

TOMAS: Where you headed?

RICK: For now, nowhere.

TOMAS: You guys can take that area down there by the water. Should be safe there.

RICK: We're using that field for crops.

TOMAS: We'll help you move your gear out.

RICK: That won't be necessary. We took out the walkers, this prison is ours.

TOMAS: Slow down, cowboy.

ANDREW: You snatched the locks off our doors!

RICK: We'll give you new locks if that's what you want.

TOMAS: This is our prison. We were here first.

RICK: Locked in a broom closet? [chuckles] We took it, set you free. It's our - we spilled blood!

TOMAS: We're moving back into our cell block.

RICK: You'll have to get your own.

TOMAS: It is my own. I've still got personal artifacts in there -- that's about as mine as it gets!

LUCAS: God damn it, Tomas! Just chill the hell out!

AXEL: How about we make this so everybody wins!?

TOMAS: I don't see that happening.

RICK: Neither do I.

TOMAS: I ain't goin' back in that cafeteria for one more minute.

AXEL: There are other cell blocks.

DARYL: You could leave. Try your luck out on the road.

TOMAS: If these three pussies can do all this -- the least we can do is take out another cell block.

BIG TINY: With what? Our bare hands?

TOMAS: Atlanta here will spot us with some real weapons, won't you, boss?

RICK: How stocked is that cafeteria? Must have enough food, six guys lasting almost a year.

DARYL: Sure as hell doesn't look like anyone's been starving.

LUCAS: I dunno, maybe--

TOMAS: There's only a little left.

T-DOG: We'll take half.

RICK: In exchange, we'll help clear out a cell block.

ANDREW: Didn't you hear him? There's only a little left.

RICK: Bet you got more food than you got choices. You pay we'll play.

TOMAS: All right.

RICK: First, let's be clear. If we see you out here, anywhere near our people, if I so much as even catch a whiff of your scent, I will kill you.

TOMAS: Deal.

Scene 4
[RICK, T-DOG and DARYL are with the six prisoners, giving them weapons.]

TOMAS: Why do I need this? [crowbar], when I got this? [pistol]