But man, this poor guy can’t catch a break.
It’s also worth noting Lance’s admission that he’s worked his way up the food chain from the bottom, and his observation that there are two kinds of people in any organization: the mercenaries and the patriots, whom he calls “true believers.” Sure seems like he’s a man with a cause - the question is, where exactly does his loyalty lie?Įugene, of all people, gets close to an answer.
Moto ends up in cuffs - kudos for his FCC-friendly and innovative “mother pus bucket” epithet as he’s led away - and Carol once again proves her worth. In no time, literally, Carol learns Moto is skimming profits and beating his workers into keeping their mouths shut. Meanwhile, Carol gives a suspicious look to one of Moto’s henchwomen, who’s looking rather suspicious herself. The guys go fishing, shoot the breeze, and negotiate drug prices. (Yes, you read that correctly.) Sadly, this does not turn into a Breaking Bad scenario - Lance meets with a chap who goes by Moto and sports a sort of “ Ozark chic” look. Once again, Carol ends up outside the Commonwealth’s walls, this time joining Lance on a visit to the clandestine poppy farm that supplies the city hospital with opium. Any coincidence, then, that Connie later receives an anonymous note with a bunch of names, including Davis’s? He goes to check on Davis and is punch-a-wall furious to learn that the kid has been transferred without his permission. Connie gets Mercer thinking about those he’s serving, especially when Connie reveals she knows the hostage Trooper Davis threatened at knifepoint is Mercer’s sister. The walker chatters loudly until thwack - its head splits in half courtesy of Mercer, who’s visible in the gap between the left and right sides of its once-whole noggin.Īll of this is only significant in that it’s pointing toward whatever strange conspiracy is swirling through the halls of power here. An encounter with walkers in the woods is little more than propaganda for the Milton regime, but the terror is real when one of Mercer’s soldiers ends up on his back with a hungry dead thing in his face (it’s fair to wonder why the guy is so terrified, given he’s covered head to toe in armor). But instead of encouraging Connie’s nose for news, the state-run rag she’s working for sends her and Kelly on a ride-along with the po-po, led by Mercer. Connie’s fixated on uncovering the truth behind Trooper Davis’s party-crashing and his beef with Governor Pamela Milton. Intrepid local reporter Connie is on the government-corruption beat for the Commonwealth Tribune, which turns out to be a problem for her editor, who’s both no-nonsense and not into the whole “journalistic ethics” thing. Connie, Carol, and Eugene each have an awakening of sorts as they put on their Sherlock Holmes caps and embark on very different but equally revelatory investigations into their new home. But as is the case with nearly everything post-apocalypse, it’s wise to be skeptical when the going gets a little too easy. Want ice cream? Vinyl records? A birthday cake? A hot shower? A refreshing lack of zombies? This city offers all of that and more. On the surface, life at the Commonwealth seems pretty sweet.
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