The group gathers around the firepit in the farm's graasy areas, surrounded by their tents and trees. The boy, Randall, who was left behind by his gang at the abandoned bar in the town is still chained up in an empty barn in the distance, calling out to be let go, but the group has other plans. Rick and Shane for once agree on a matter: that he must execute him, to keep the farm safe, lest Randall escapes somehow and finds his group again, to lead them back to the farm. They don't want a war on their hands.

Dale is trying hard to be diplomatic. Execution seems questionable to him.

"He's just a kid, a-a-a young man!" Dale argues, trying to atleast keep a little democracy and fairness in the decisions and debate of the group. Everyone else in the group is quiet, neither wanting to contribute to the discussion, nor face the decision to be made later.

"He ain't a kid; he's a man who fired on Rick 'nd Glenn 'nd Herschel at the bar with his men." Shane firmly states, hands on his hips.

"He spilt the beans when I was beating his ass earlier. They ain't good people, his gang. They come through here, they gonna gun down our men. As for our women, their gonna wish they were dead." Daryl adds.

"We kill the dead, not the living!" Dale reiterates, exasperated.