All language subtitles for Fear.The.Walking.Dead.S03E08.Children.of.Wrath

( wind howling )

¶

( insects chirping )

( panting )

( gunshots )

( whimpers )

( gunshots )

( panting )

( gunshot )

¶

Jeremiah:
Uh-uh, uh-uh.

No, no.

Come on.

Come on.

Buenos días, señorita.

Welcome to America.

( grunts )

¿A dónde vas?

Heading to Santa Fe.

My fiancé was there.

You're American.

( sighs )

Long way, Santa Fe.

You're free to go.

Here.

I suggest you head back
from whence you came.

That's enough.
That's enough.

Find shade.

Stay out of the sun.
Travel by starlight.

Hey.

Can I get a ride?
Please?

I'm needed back home.

I won't be any trouble.

I don't think you'd be,
uh, comfortable there.

There's not many
of your kind.

What do you mean
"my kind"?

Brown people.

There's no use for you
on the ranch.

( spits )

Enjoy your walk.

( engine starts )

( panting )

Oh, God.

( wind howling )

( gasping )

¶

Daniel's voice echoing:
Ofelia, mi ángel, mi alma.

( sobs )

Clothes protect you
from the sun.

They hurt my skin.
Papa.

I'm boiling.
I have to hide.

The earth will protect me.

The earth is a cauldron.

I have to hide, Papa.

I have to hide.

Just gonna close my eyes...

No! No!
You have to stay awake!

Stay awake.

Ofelia, no, no, my love.

( echoes )
Stay awake.

( faint )
Stay awake.

Stay awake.

( muttering in Spanish )

( horse whinnies )

( whinnying )

( horse snorting )

( birds chirping )

( chatter )

( whimpers )

This is for you.

I'm Qaletaqa.

Ofelia.

Get some rest, Ofelia.

- ( people screaming )
- ( gunfire )

¶

( keys jingle )

- ( breathing heavily )
- ( gunfire continues )

What-- what did you do?!

- What did you do?
- Ah!

Tell me!

What did you do?

- There you go.
- ( men grunt )

Troy:
Eh, let's move.
Come on.

( all grunt )

All right, three more.
Okay? Come on.

Woman:
Can we get another
cool compress on him?

( people chattering )

Man:
I got you, big guy.

( chatter continues )

I need an IV drip
over here.

I got it.

Man:
Keep it elevated.

( man coughing )

- ( man #2 snarling )
- ( handcuffs rattling )

Aw, damn.

( snarling )

( gun cocks )

Ofelia put something
in the coffee last night,
a powder.

What?
What kind
of powder was it?

She didn't know.

- You're sure about that?
- Yeah.

Alicia:
Her coming back here,
the bruises--

it was just
all bullshit.

It was a hit
on the militia.

He's burning up.

We have antibiotics,
but without knowing

exactly what it is...

Give him
the antibiotics.

Keep him alive.

¶

Ofelia:
I know what
you think of me.

Yeah, I doubt it.
Just drive.

It wasn't
supposed to kill.

It was just supposed
to make the soldiers sick.

Well, you missed
that mark.

So our people
could come in unopposed

without bloodshed.

Your people?
We used to be your people.

Nick was your friend.

He shouldn't have
joined the Ottos.

Listen to you.

Set a world record
for Stockholm syndrome.

I'm not brainwashed.

Nick might die.
Do you get that?

Do you care?

He treated you
like family.

The Nation's
my family now.

Yeah, well, let's see
how bad they want you back.

¶

( distant man shouts )

- ( bell rings )
- Man: It's her!

I wanna talk to Walker!

I'm okay.
I'm okay.

He's in the diner.

Let's go, walk.

Get the door.

- ( rings )
- ( Madison mutters )

Madison Clark.
Hello.

You killed my husband.
Now your pet's poisoned my son.

The ranch broke
the parley, not me.

It was me.
I broke your parley
'cause you had my girl.

I wasn't gonna lose her
and I won't lose my son.

- What was the poison?
- I told you when we met.

You bought into
a lost cause.

- The Ottos are--
- I don't give a shit!

I don't care what you think
about Otto or his son.

I don't give a damn
about the feud or what
you think about me.

Do you care
whether you live?

Oh, I'm happy to die,
take you with me.

Unless you tell me
what's killing my son.

Anthrax.

No.

Cultivated
from animal hides.

There's no cure.

This woman is more of a man
than Jake Otto

or any of his relatives.

She's free to leave.

How old is your son?

He's 19.

If he's strong,
he'll live.

My fight is not
with you, Madison.

Leave the ranch.
Take your family and go.

We've fought too hard,
lost too much.

We're not running
anymore.

Then you'll die.

( snarling )

Oh, my God.

Oh.

Well, hello, angel.

¶

( snarling )

( grunts )

( infected snarling )

( snarling )

( Victor shouts )

( grunts )

( gun cocks )

( panting )

( chatter )

( coughing )

Morning, sunshine.

It's kind of like
old times.

It's anthrax.

Did Ofelia tell you?

No, I returned her
to the Black Hat.

Walker told me.

Those who don't die
will be too weak
to hold a gun.

They'll attack
while we're down.

Well, at least we know
what we're dealing with.

All right, well,
gather what's left
of the militia.

Jake, there's not much
besides me.

Just do what the hell
you can, Troy.
Do something.

- Recruit the able-bodied.
- Jake: Madison, I'm talking
to my brother.

- You don't lead
this ranch.
- Jake--

You don't lead
this ranch!

( clears throat )

Always the life
of the party, Mom.

How you feeling, son?

Like I got hit
by a truck.

Madison's right.
Arm up everyone who's not sick.

We can talk to Walker.
We can--

Talk? Talk is cheap
without something to offer.

And we already gave them
our water reserves.

War is the last resort.

But we're there.

We have no leverage.

I know a way
we can get some.

¶

Ah.
It's good to be home!

Jake:
There, come here.
Put your head-- there we go.

- ( woman exhales )
- Head in.

Is that better?

Yeah?

( labored breathing )

( sighs )

Hey.
How you feeling?

Better.

Fluids really helped,
actually.

I think I'm ready
to get out of this bed.

- Can you uncuff me?
- No, can't risk it, Nick.

I'm not gonna turn.

I actually think other people
might need this bed more,

like maybe you.

No, no, I'm-- I'm fine.
It's nothing.

- Hey, you're sick.
- Shh.

- Trade places with me.
- No.

- Rest.
- People can't see me
suffering right now.

They need me.

You're a good guy, Jake.

( people coughing )

Look, I can't be
strapped to a cot

when we're attacked,
all right?

Take the bed,
don't take the bed.

Can you please
just let me outta here?

Hey, don't get up
too fast.

- ( exhales )
- ( handcuffs rattling )

Where's your father?

Don't bother with him.
He won't help.

He's burying the dead.

( tape ripping )

Nick, he's gonna
disappoint you.

Guy's got his demons.
I'm not his judge.

All this,
this hell we're in,

it's all because of him.

- ( flies buzzing )
- ( men grunt )

- All right, ready?
- Yeah.

( both grunting )

( insects chirping )

¶

- ( chatter )
- ( dog barking )

( knock on door )

The Clarks took me in.

I cared about them,
cared about Nick.

You volunteered
for what you did.

You didn't tell me
it was anthrax.

You turned me
into a killer.

You saved lives
by what you did
at the ranch.

You saved
the entire Nation.

Here's what I know.

When I found you
burned up in the desert,

I almost passed you
for dead.

- Why didn't you?
- My horse stopped.

He sensed your spirit.

When I got close,
I felt your breath.

I knew he was right.

Smart horse.

Smarter than me.

Here was a woman
who had faced death...

and wasn't afraid.

That's why
I brought you here.

You saved my life.

The debt is paid.

( distant dog barking )

Woman: Fire!

Fire!

- ( people shouting )
- ( dogs barking )

- ( shouting continues )
- Man: Hurry! Hurry!

We're gonna go through
all the water reserves,
this rate.

- ( gunfire )
- ( grunts )

( gunfire continues )

- ( engine revs )
- Come on. Mom.

Alicia: Go!

Go, go, go, go, go!

( grunts )

( clangs )

Jesus, look at you,

standing there looking like
some kind of ghoul.

You shot up my floor.

You said it had
blood in it.

Did I?

I was in my cups.

I-- I've been known
to wax metaphoric.

Who is this?

That's a long story.

Tell it to me.

Well...

when Jake and Troy
were young boys,

the local Indian tribe
decided that the ranch
belonged to them.

Sacred land
or some sort of bullshit.

Wasn't bullshit
to them, huh?

They sold
the land to my family,
got a square deal,

but none of that
stopped them young bucks

from making trouble.

Young bucks.

Thugs, derelicts.

Nothing better to do
than steal from me

and kill my cattle.

I had two small children
and a terrified wife.

- So you killed
one of them.
- No.

We killed three of them--

Phil, Russell,
Vernon, and me.

We camped out among
the herd one night,

and when the Indians
come up on us...

Well, one of them turns out
to be Walker's uncle.

Him?
This is Walker's uncle?

No. That son of a bitch
is Walker's father.

He come by to find out
what happened to his brother.

Single shot did the trick.

When we were fixing up
the adobe

and I was listening
to your bullshit,

I just thought you were
some wizened AA cowboy.

Did I hurt
your feelings, son?

- Oh...
- I'm truly sorry.

You were just making sure
those bodies stayed buried, huh?

They better stay buried.

You're a guest here, son.

Get right with the past
or get off my land.

It's their land.

The land belongs
to whoever can hold it.

The Indians couldn't,
gave it up for beer money.

I held it,
I hold it,

so it's mine.

Well, the Indians
are coming.

And Walker
is coming for you.

So, I guess we'll see
who can hold the land then.

¶

- Dad.
- I know, I know.

( distant engines revving )

What the hell is this?

Troy:
Bargaining power

so Jake can make
a deal.

Well, I'm not sure
they're in a negotiating mood.

Walker values
these relics.

It's a trailer full of rocks
and beads and bullshit.

You scared, Jeremiah?

Better be careful, son.

You may not like
my hospitality,

but I guarantee you

you'll find it
better than theirs.

- Does Jake know?
- I think he suspects.

- It doesn't change anything.
- It changes everything.

- We're on the wrong side.
- Sides don't matter.

The only thing
that matters
is a future.

A future built on this.

Mom, I get
what they did
to Travis--

- No, it's not about that.
- I know you want to protect
us from that.

And I'm with you,
I am.

But there has
to be some things,

some line
we don't cross.

Otherwise,
we're just like Otto.

Otto's alive.
Troy's alive.

Troy's alive because
we lied for him.

What?

He killed the Trimbols.

You knew?

- Alicia--
- Gretchen was an innocent.

And you covered
for her killer?

All your talk
about family?

I know it's hard
to understand.

It's impossible
to understand!

You're just like them.
You're worse!

- You're heartless!
- Don't say that.

- You don't have feelings!
- Alicia--

No wonder Dad
was so depressed!

He was living
with a goddamn corpse!

Enough!

If I wasn't busy keeping
everyone else alive,

I would have time
for feelings.

I'd love that luxury.
I'd love to indulge myself.

But someone
has to be strong.

Someone has to keep
everyone else together.

You have no idea
what I carry.

( radio static hissing )

( electronic squealing )

( man singing in Russian )

Hello? Hello?

( man speaking Russian )

Hello, this is Cosmonaut
Valery Stepanovich Vashchenko

- of the spacecraft Soyuz.
- Holy sh-- holy shit.

Hello? Are you there?
Do you read?

This is Victor Strand
in Baja, California.

I read you loud and clear.

Uh, do you know what's happened
in North America,
Mr. Vashchenko?

North America?

You sound like an American,
my friend,

thinking everything
happens only to him.

So, it's not just here?

I saw the lights go out
on the world

three days before
my scheduled reentry.

A dramatic show.

I speak to you
from my grave.

I'm sorry.

At least you got
to go to space.

I doubt that anyone else
will have the opportunity.

I would give it all up
for one last glass of vodka.

How about champagne?

"I'm dying.

Haven't had champagne
in a long time."

Chekhov.

Oh.
His final words.

"Either this wallpaper goes,
or I do."

- Wilde.
- Yes!

( laughs )

Uh...

"Born in a hotel room

and God damn it...

died in a hotel room."

Valery:
O'Neill!

Yes.

"Last words are for fools
who have not said enough."

Marx.

Karl Marx.

Tell me about your champagne,
Victor Strand.

It's a-- a 1985...

Dom Perignon vintage.

Hello?

Mr. Vashchenko?

You are breaking up,
my friend.

The world turns.

- ( static hissing )
- ( indistinct dialogue )

The world is dead.

Nah, the world will not die
until you die.

Do not wait
for your deathbed

to enjoy your champagne,
Victor.

Have a glass for me.

- ( electronic squealing )
- ( static crackling )

( indistinct dialogue )

Mr. Vashchenko?

( sobs softly )

( static hissing )

Dosvedanya.

¶

Your artifacts
are unharmed.

Why have you thrown in
with this trash?

Explain that to me.

You can't always
choose your people.

Madison:
We can end this,
you and me.

We return
your artifacts to you,
share what we have.

In return, peace.
We keep the ranch.

This is Indian land.

It's soaked
in Indian blood.

Jeremiah Otto
had his time.

That time is over.

I learned about your fight
with the Ottos today

from my son.

He gave me something
for your collection.

I understand
this is your father.

Where did your son
find this?

Buried under
the old adobe.

I've been thinking
on my ancestors

since you stole
the reliquary.

It's not enough.

This isn't my father.

This is an old
white man's shame.

He doesn't care
about the relics.

He wants the ranch.

We have until sundown
tomorrow to clear out.

Or die.

( waves crashing )

¶

( exhales )

( explosion )

( crickets chirping )

You two have never been
to Montgomery.

No, you never took us.

Not even
when your mom died.

No.

There was a man there.

A local councilman.

And he had
a beautiful wife and...

they had a lonesome
little girl.

The girl knew everybody
loved her daddy.

Just-- they loved him 'cause
he knew everyone's name,

all their kids' names,

who went off
to what college,

who was recovering
from what illness.

And he knew when to burn
the ballot boxes.

And which ones to burn.

But what he didn't know,
what he never could learn...

was when to turn down
a drink.

So, life was hard
for the little girl.

It was harder
for her mother.

As she grew,
she got tired.

Tired of the crying.

Goddamn exhausted
icing her mother's face.

Pulling out stitches

'cause her mama
didn't wanna go back
to the emergency room.

She just got tired.

One morning,
she ate her cereal.

She brushed her teeth
for school.

She took the gun
out of her daddy's dresser.

She shot him.

Shot him while he slept off
the night before.

Yeah.

My mama looked at me then
like you're looking at me now.

I knew that was something
I'd have to carry.

I'd do it again.

I'd live with the look.

I'd do it a thousand times
to protect her.

To protect you.

Mom...

I'm gonna go talk
to an old man,

convince him
to set aside his pride,

make peace
with the enemy.

( insects chirping )

Madison: You're gonna
hole up in here.

Still not much
for knocking, huh?

( hammer banging )

I'm going Alamo,
Madison.

Last line of defense.

I built this house as a--

a hold-out in case
we ever were overrun
or under siege.

Could be both.

I got supplies and weapons
in the basement.

Your family's welcome
to hole up here

- if it ever comes to it.
- When it comes to it.

Want a drink?

Come on,
drink with me.

Come on.

( chuckles, grunts )

I wanna thank you

for standing by my boys

and by Troy,

and for trying to stop
what's coming.

Ah! That's good.

Told Jake I couldn't come
to an agreement with Walker.

That was a lie.

There is one way
to secure the peace.

He probably wants
my scalp, huh?

( laughs )

What?

You-- you here
to kill me, Madison?

I took you in,
you and your kids
when you were in need.

You ate off of my table.

I counseled your son...

stopped him
from chasing tail
down to Mexico.

I'm not gonna
kill you, Jeremiah,

for all the reasons
you said.

Plus I think
it'd disappoint my kids.

I'm tired
of disappointing them.

So you're gonna do it.

Well...

I didn't outlive
Phil and Russell

and two good women

to die like some rabbit
with no resistance.

Walker has us surrounded
with firepower.

If you don't do this,
you lose the ranch.

( chuckles )
Well...

the ranch wasn't meant
to shelter cowards

scared of a few Indians.

No, it was meant
to be your legacy.

If you don't do this,
you lose that.

Everyone dies.

Including your sons.

( scoffs )

It's your chance, Jeremiah,
to make things up to them--

every neglect,
every drunken rage.

- You can save their lives.
- To hell with them.

One's a feckless crybaby,
and the other one's a--

a chip off the old block.

To hell with both of them.

Now go on, get outta here.
Leave me alone.

No, my kids aren't gonna die
'cause some old prick

has too much hate and pride
to do the right thing.

Then kill me!

But your kids are here
because this old prick

had the balls to do
what needed doing.

( door opens )

Man, don't anybody knock?

Here he is.

Still clinging
to his mama's teat.

You know what your mama
came here to do tonight, hmm?

( laughs )

The reason why
I like her so much,

the reason she's tougher
than you'll ever be

is because she is...

exactly like--

- ( gunshot )
- ( shell clinks )

- ( gun thuds )
- ( grunts )

I want you to do
exactly as I say.

( both panting )

( crying )
No...

Hey.

"Stand By Me" playing

¶ When the night ¶

¶ Has come ¶

¶ And the land is dark ¶

¶ And the moon ¶

¶ Is the only ¶

¶ Light we see ¶

¶ No, I won't ¶

¶ Be afraid ¶

¶ Oh ¶

¶ I won't be afraid ¶

¶ Just as long ¶

¶ As you stand ¶

¶ Stand by me ¶

¶ If the sky ¶

¶ That we look upon ¶

¶ Should tumble and fall ¶

¶ Or the mountains ¶

¶ Should crumble ¶

¶ To the sea ¶

¶ I won't cry ¶

¶ I won't cry ¶

¶ No ¶

¶ I won't shed a tear ¶

¶ Just as long ¶

¶ As you stand ¶

¶ Stand by me ¶

¶ Stand by me ¶

¶ If the sky ¶

¶ That we look upon ¶

¶ Should tumble and fall ¶

¶ Or the mountains ¶

¶ Should crumble ¶

¶ To the sea ¶

¶ Stand by me ¶

¶ I won't cry ¶

¶ I won't cry ¶

¶ No ¶

¶ I won't shed a tear ¶

¶ Just as long ¶

¶ As you stand ¶

¶ Stand by me. ¶

¶