All language subtitles for The.Walking.Dead.Dead.City.S02E02.WEB (SDH)

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[ominous music]

[theme music]

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[Victor] Shit.
Scared me [chuckles].

I was told to do maid service,
but uh...

clearly the room's
still occupied.

[soft music]

You know,
when I was a kid,

my dad forced me
to learn the violin.

And I started taking lessons.

Fought it the whole way.

My teacher thought I might find
some inspiration

in Vivaldi.

[playing The Four Seasons ]

Not for me.
Too, uh, light.

My mom suggested Mozart.

[playing Eine Kleine Nachtmusik ]

Too dry.

Dad was a big Brahms guy.

But I'm not even
gonna play you Brahms

because Brahms is
the absolute fucking worst.

And then...

I found Bach.

[playing
Violin Partita No. 2 in D Minor ]

Bach...

was full.

It was layered.

And exciting.

So even when my dad was being a
tyrannical fucking asshole,

I always had Bach.

If I could just
focus on Bach,

then maybe I could get through
another shitty lesson.

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Constable Hook will take us
into the Hudson,

then we'll dock at Pier 25.

Governor's Island can serve
as cover

in the event of an engagement.

Engagement?

This is an exploratory mission.

Sure.
But you never know, right?

Back to your unit, Soldier.

I got it.

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A ferry?

The Croat is gonna see us coming
from miles away.

-How could you not--
-Hey, hey.

Sure, look,
a ferry's not discreet,

but that's why
the bay was chosen.

No way he can see us
from here.

And with the element of
surprise, we'll be able to--

He already knows that
you're coming thanks to you.

You told him who you were,
right?

Where you came from?

He's probably been prepping
for an invasion

since the second
that you escaped.

He's smart and paranoid.

He may not know how or when,
but trust me,

he knows that you're coming.

If I'm gonna convince
Governor Byrd

to change things up
at the 11th hour,

you're gonna need to give me
more than a hunch.

[tense music]

[engine rumbling]

[walker growling]

Hey.

Lucille must be thirsty, no?

[walker screams]
[stabbing, body thuds]

[Dvorak's Quintet No. 2
in A Major playing]

[The Croat] We just
received the signal.

We can presume their ship
is being loaded and fueled

as we speak,

but they will never
reach the island

now that the others are with us.

One.

Just the one group.

We're still waiting on
Christos and Bruegel.

Well, yes, but their services
are not yet being required.

My Burazi have been preparing
for this very circumstance

for some time now.
You'll be quite pleased, Dama.

This is a gift I received
from Bruegel

after your church service.

Are you familiar with it?

No.

Saturn devouring his son.

As Roman myth goes,
the titan Saturn

feared a prophecy that
he would be overthrown

by one of his offspring.

So he decided to eat
his children one by one

as they were born.

But the sixth child,
Jupiter, tricked his father

into eating a stone
in his place.

Other painters of his time,
the academies,

they shied away from...

ugliness and brutality.

But not Goya.

He was the father of modernism,
a revolutionary.

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[sighs]

Right.

So what do you think
of the plan?

What do you think?

Or are you too distracted,

all aflutter at the thought of
your family's arrival?

[sighs]

[music]

Look, I think it's a solid plan.

I do.
It'll knock out the ship.

But it certainly isn't
a death blow.

Like you said though,
just the first wave.

So we just crank it up.

We give 'em a Fourth of July,
laser light-style spectacular.

And not just for the ship,
but their people back home.

And also the folks
that are on our side.

You know, these gangs are having
trouble making up their minds?

Now, Jesus Christ,
let's just erase

any lingering doubts, shall we?

[sighs and chuckles]

Negan is right.

The two of us,

we will work together

to come up with a more

spectacular element
to our defense.

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You holding up okay?

Look...

Things may have come out
wrong before, back home.

That's on me.

But it's just us here now.

And we've only got each other,

so if you need anything,

I'm here.

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[ominous music]

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[dramatic music]

[fence rattles]

[Hershel] Mom?

Hershel...

what are you doing here?

Krista let me take a horse,
and I tracked you.

I was just sitting there
after you left,

thinking about
where you were headed

and what could happen to you.

I mean,
they basically kidnapped you.

What did you do
when I was kidnapped?

You didn't just sit around.
No fucking way.

So...

Okay...

-I'm sorry.
-It's okay.

We'll keep you hidden tonight,
but you are heading back

first thing in the morning.

What is all this?

A signal.

To the Croat?

Then we gotta go.
We gotta get outta here.

We gotta get Ginny.

I mean, if he knows they're
coming, there's no way we can--

[New Babylon Soldier]
Hey there, you two.

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You were spotted
fleeing the camp, deserting,

-which is why--
-I wasn't fleeing, I was--

Which is why--
Which is why, Soldier,

you were being followed
in the first place.

Clearly your son was waiting
to help you--

Governor Byrd, I...

She was only following orders.
I asked her to look for proof

that the Croat
knows we're coming.

Does he?

We found a smoke signal.

That's how he communicates
across the Hudson.

She's right.
I can vouch for that.

And if he knows we're coming,
he'll be ready.

[Maggie] We need to postpone.

Send a small group in a canoe,
a raft, something--

And leave our entire army
behind? You can't be serious.

We've been planning for months.

Now is the time to strike.

What's your take, Colonel?

The Croat might
know we're coming,

but not tonight.

If we leave right away, we
regain the element of surprise.

Okay.
We deploy immediately.

Find General Houseman.

Why the hell
did you bring me here

if you're not gonna listen
to a damn thing that I say?

Me and my son and anybody else
here who has got their head

on straight are going home now.

The law against draft evasion
also applies to desertion.

That is what you're
fixed on right now,

-hanging me from a tree?
-No, not just you.

You and the 20 soldiers
you stood in for

starting with that one
right there.

[ominous music]

Insubordination is also a crime.

-Secure her in the shaft alley.
-Don't fucking touch me!

-Get your hands off of him!
-Put him in there, too.

Don't touch him!

He wasn't even supposed
to be here!

I don't see how detaining the
boy is gonna solve anything.

It's not a matter of opinion,
Colonel.

It's about the law.

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[walkers growling]

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[The Croat] Negan...

You must be excited, no?

The bastards who tried
to execute you

will now be facing
their own execution

at your hands.

Come on, Negan.

Why so glum?

In the old days,
back at the Sanctuary,

[chuckles]

you used to relish the chance to
take down anyone who crossed us.

[chuckles]

Only days after I arrived,
there was a group of-of-

of savages.
They attacked our home.

Took us by surprise.

Demanding we hand over
all provisions.

Naturally, we expected Negan
to fight back, but...

to our astonishment,

he meekly surrendered.

As a show of respect,

Negan wanted to honor the
savages with a sort of...

gozba.

Feast.

A lavish feast.

We would provide all the food,
all the drink.

Serve them.
We were utterly dismayed.

Where had our fearless
leader gone?

Then...

Come on.
You tell it.

You tell it better.
Come on.

A meal like this,
you have never seen.

Bigger than before times.

I'm talking 10 Las Vegas
buffets lined up in a row.

And then there was the
main course, the meat.

Venison, the finest that the
forests of Virginia could offer.

But see our guests,
they didn't get that meat.

No, see at the last second,

I had my butchers switch it out

for walker meat.

[laughing]

If only you could have
seen them,

throwing their guts up
all night.

Let's just say by dawn,

the Sanctuary's walker moat
had grown considerably.

Main point is you,
you protected us.

You gave our enemies exactly
what they deserved.

[engine rumbling]

I know that you wanted to help,
but,

this is why I came here.

This is exactly the reason
I wanted to come by myself.

I mean, Jesus Christ, Hershel.

Hershel?

[Armstrong] Give us a minute.

[door closes]

I'm sorry.
I don't agree with this at all.

-Okay, then let us out.
-You heard what Major Narvaez--

What, she doesn't answer to you?
I thought that you're a colonel.

You punched her.

Then at least get them
to turn the boat around

and save the 50 innocent lives
that are heading straight

-into an ambush.
-Look, maybe you're right.

Maybe the Croat tries something,
but New Babylon will fight back.

We're bigger, better equipped,
better organized.

You are wrong.
You have got this blind spot.

All of you.

You can't see it,
but you're so obsessed

with getting back what you lost
that you overlook anything

-that gets in your way.
-That's not true.

You underestimate me, fine.

But do not underestimate
the Croat.

You know what he's capable of.

Let us go.
Let us all go.

I'm sorry.

No.

Hey. Hey!

[ominous music]

Can you believe it?

We are traveling to the city
the same way that

hundreds of thousands of
laborers did every single day.

Did you know this very ferry
was--

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[vomits] [coughs]

[chuckles]
God...

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Get ready.
Keep it tight.

[tense music]

My God.

[The Croat] Ironic to think the
natural resource

pulling them to the island

will be the agent
of their demise.

The mechanism is beautiful
in its simplicity.

I had originally been
contemplating a more

elaborate strategy, but then an
old mnemonic from my childhood

floated into my mind,

something my secondary school
chemistry teacher

would recite for us.

Forgive me for the bastardized
translation.

It won't sound nearly as poetic
as the original.

Sodium and water,
what a fierce little pairing.

Strongly exothermic,
they come together in a flaring.

Electrons transfer in the water,

releasing heat and light.

Hydrogen and sodium hydroxide,
what a sight.

Gaseous byproducts emitted
in a plume.

So be careful while you work,

or else you'll end up with a...

boom.

[cheering]

[soldiers panicking]

[tense music]

What the hell was that?

The buoys, they're bombs.
Methane bombs, I think.

Some kind of trigger on impact.
It's a minefield.

Cut the engine
and drop anchor immediately.

Secure all units below deck.

[General Houseman] Yes ma'am.

Another one.
Look out!

[bomb explodes]

[soldiers screaming]

Whatever orders you've been
given, you've got to forget 'em.

I need you to help, okay?

Did they give you the keys
to our handcuffs?

Please, come back.

[tense music]

Hershel, I need you
to listen to me.

There's a--
There's a broken pipe above you.

If you stand up, your handcuffs
can reach the sharp part of it.

Honey, please,
I need you to listen to me

because we've gotta get off
this boat right now.

-We don't have a lot of time.
-I fucked it up.

I fucked it all up.

No. I'm so sorry for what
I said to you earlier.

None of this is your fault.

You should--
Ginny?

What are you--

[hacksaw sawing]

Thank you.

Hold out your arms.
Hold out your arms.

Listen to me,
I need you to focus, please.

You came out here
to help me, right?

That's what I need you to do.
I know you can do it.

Okay.

[dramatic music]

If we stay anchored, I think it
should buy us some time.

[Man] Go, go, go.
Go, go.

Ginny, get this one.

I got it.
She's my mom.

Go find whoever you can
and bring 'em here.

[music]

What is that?

Governor Bryd, watch out.

[bomb explodes]

[music]

Mom!

Give me your hand.

Get the other cleat.

[walkers growling]

[dramatic music]

All right, go ahead.
Fire.

[Victor] Fire!

Fire.

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[screams]

[cheering]

[ominous music]

You good?

Just wait.

[walkers growling]

[music]

Okay. Fire.

Fire!

[cannon fires]

[bomb explodes]

[cheering]

[somber music]

[walkers snarling]

[tense music]

[somber music]

There's too many.

We've gotta move.
Let's go! This way.

Come on!
We gotta go!

-Let's move!
-[Man] Fall back, fall back.

Granted, it was our first
battle, but what a rout.

It was resounding, explosive!

[door opens]

Washed up near Pier 45.

M-my-my name is Benjamin Pierce.

And I'm just a writer,
a historian.

I'm-I'm not part of the army.

Umm okay, I can--
I can prove it.

Here.
These are my notes.

Good to meet you, Mr. Pierce.
[scoffs]

I look forward to reading your
history as soon as it's legible.

Have we... met before?

[Dama] I very much doubt that.

What would you like us
to do with him, Dama?

Let him visit with us for now.

In case I have any questions.

Oh, I almost forgot.

Before we get
to the celebrating,

there's a loose end
that needs tying up.

Who were you trying to spare?

[door opens]

Right on cue.

You asked to see me?

It's Victor, right?

Whatever you're planning,

you take it out on me, not him.

Wow.

You made quite the impression.

You've cracked his shell.

That is no easy task.

Trust me.

I understand you
play the violin.

I only ask because a violin
was found at your station.

Outside his cell.

I'm guessing
you are very talented.

That would certainly make
an impression on me.

And the last thing
I would ever do

is rob the world of what
little is left of the artists

and the visionaries.

Are you a fan
of classical music, Mr. Pierce?

Being a self-proclaimed
historian, I'd imagine so.

We would love to hear you play.

Please.

It's okay.
Take your time.

It's not like your life
depends on it.

[playing Bach's
Violin Partita No. 2 In D Minor ]

I was stalling
because there was a kid.

-That's it.
-A kid?

Some random kid
who didn't deserve to die.

[Victor continues playing]

[applauding]

Bravo.
Bravo.

I have to say, hearing you play
like that with so much control

and expression,
in this sacred space,

brought me back.

It brought me all the way back
to the old days, the old city.

I mean, Bach!

[lightly chuckles]

He was the best of his time.

The culmination of everything
that had come before him.

Or another way to say it,

he was the best of what everyone
else had been doing for a time.

A long time.
He didn't change the world.

He didn't imagine something new.
He wasn't a revolutionary.

He just perfected what had
come before.

Instead of pushing us forward,
he chose to take us back.

I am not interested
in going back.

No! No!

No!

[somber music]

You did good.

Very, very good.

All right, now that we've
taken care of that.

[music]

[soft music]

[engine rumbling]

That's them again.

I saw a park up the street.
It's dense, overgrown.

We can hide out there
till sunset at least.

She's right.

She's been right
this whole time.

[music]

[dramatic music]

I'm sorry about everything
from before.

I don't know what is going on
with me. I just...

freaked out.

I'm just...

I'm glad you're okay.

[somber music]

I love you, Mom.

I love you, too.

[sad music]

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[engine rumbling]

Let's move.

[music]

[outro music]