All language subtitles for Fear.The.Walking.Dead.S03E09.Minotaur

"Death is Not the End"
playing

( wind blowing )

* When you're sad
and when you're lonely *

* And you haven't
got a friend *

* Just remember that death
is not the end *

* And all
that you held sacred *

* Falls down
and does not mend *

* Just remember that death
is not the end *

* Not the end

* Just remember that death
is not the end... *

( all growling )

* For the tree of life
is growing *

* Where the spirit
never dies *

* And the bright light
of salvation *

* Up in dark
and empty skies... *

( dog barking )

* When the cities
are on fire *

* With the burning flesh
of men *

* Just remember that death
is not the end *

* When you search
in vain to find *

- * Some law-abiding
citizen... *
- ( mutters )

* Just remember that death
is not the end *

( grunting )

( dog barking )

Stop daydreaming, Clark.

- ( crow caws )
- Burn them.

Can't let them
ruin the soil.

( coughing )

- You okay?
- ( water dripping )

Yeah, right as rain.

Just need coffee.

( sighs )

( sniffles )

You're pale.

It's worse
in the morning.

Blake: Another 24 hours,
they would've made it
to the interior.

No bueno.

Troy:
Yeah, we start
coming out every day.

Nick:
Back this afternoon,
mend these fences.

You do a lot
of fence-mending

back in the city
of Los Angeles, poet?

( men laughing )

I'm no poet.

All that angst
and suffering--

you got the soul
of a poet.

It's not
a negative, Nick.

Poets kill
the same as anyone.

- ( car door closes )
- ( engine starts )

( chair creaks )

Troy.

Shit.

( distant chatter )

( chatter continues )

( gate creaks open )

Qaletaqa.

Jake.

Here we go.

This is wrong.

( door creaks )

( electricity buzzing )

- No, not her.
- Jake: Troy,
this isn't the time.

What are you talking about?
It's the perfect time.

She's got no right
to be here.

She has every right.

Ofelia's a hero
to my people.

We're here because
of what she did.

Man, do you really
wanna rub my face
in that shit, Taqa?

Is that smart?

If you can't accept her,

how can you accept
any of us?

We accept her.
We accept the Nation here
under negotiated terms--

No, no, we don't.
We don't accept.

We tolerate, all right?
So, let's just...

- Jake: That's enough, Troy.
- ...smoke a peace pipe

or whatever sanctifies
these proceedings

- and let's just--
- Jake: That's enough!

- What's it gonna be, Troy?
- God damn it, enough!

( chuckles )

How many feel
as Troy does?

Jake:
Some.

Most are loyal
to survival.

They don't care
who provides it.

This is
our militia's arsenal.

Inventory down
to the last bullet.

Walker:
Is it secure?

Two keys.

One for you, one for me.

The only way
one of us can access

is with
the other present.

( keys clinking )

We can make
this work, Taqa.

We can survive
together.

( distant chatter )

You okay?

No.

I'm hell and gone
from okay.

I wanna dig him up.

I wanna dig him up
and kill him again.

What he left us with.

He left us
with what's best.

Yeah?

You-- you think
this is best?

He saved people.

He was a hero.

He was a drunk.

Yeah.

I lost my dad, too,
so I do know

what it's like
living with that.

Yeah?

He go pre-apoc?

He off himself?

He wrecked his truck
on the freeway

coming home
from a worksite.

Cops said he fell asleep
at the wheel.

You don't believe that.

I think he chose it.

Was it a closed casket?

Why?

Otto's casket,
it was closed.

I don't know,
you-- you think
these assholes,

they'd consider
what the consequences
were, right?

What people
have to witness.

What remains.

- ( men whistling, shouting )
- ( speaking Spanish )

Uh-huh.

( engines start )

( chattering )

Come on, Klah.

No one carries tonight.

I won't go in there
without it.

Then don't.

Go home.

Man:
Let's see your belt.

Man #2:
What's that
in your pocket?

Can you tell her
that I don't bite?

I don't know
your appetites.

Your mama name you
Crazy Dog?

No, my platoon.

Is this how
it's gonna be, man.

I don't like it either,
but this is what
Walker wants.

It's what Jake wants.

( chattering )

How's he doing?

Better.

Lying's not useful,
Alicia.

He got over
the poisoning.

He recovered
from that. It's...

Jake:
I understand that.
Yes.

Look, you can get sick
treating people
with anthrax.

He'll recover.

Well, take care of him.

You do the same.

What does that mean?

It doesn't help Jake
or the peace

if you back channel
with Walker.

I don't.

Lying's not useful, Mom.

( Lola speaking Spanish )

( speaking Spanish )

( speaking Spanish )

Everardo:
Hey!

( people shouting )

( infected growling )

( quiet chatter )

- Man: What do you think?
- ( Jake clears throat )

Everyone?

( chatter stops )

Our path has been hard.

We've all suffered loss.

But we can't dwell on that
and move forward.

We can't hold grudges
and forgive.

This place
has always been

about building
a better future.

And if we share
our supplies,

and our skills,

we can have that.

In a generation,
we can be whole.

That's what
this place should be.

You are afraid.

As afraid of us
as we are of you.

Fear creates fury.

Fury lets blood.

No more of that.

Jake is right.

We must forgive.

My grudge died

when Jeremiah
made his sacrifice.

We can be one now.

We can fight against
the hell outside.

Give that our fear,

our fury.

- ( insects chirping )
- ( owls hooting )

( knocks )

( door opens )

You gonna hide
up here all night?

I killed people, Nick.

People with family
down there.

Hey.

Glad you survived it.

Yeah.

So, do you feel guilt?

( scoffs )

Not as much
as I thought.

I guess I am
my father's daughter, huh?

How about you?

For what?

Do you feel guilt
for the things you've done?

We're not so different,
you and I, Nick.

( chatter )

You want a drink?

It's not a date, Taqa.

It should be a wake.

People drink at wakes.

Heavily.

( chatter continues )

Walker:
If he falls, who rises?

I thought
you were in charge.

The other brother
is no an option.

I'm aware.

You're prepared
to handle him?

If it comes to that.

We're sleeping
with the enemy, brother.

They killed Gretchen.

Well, Walker denies that.

Terrance:
You think he'd tell you?

They're here with us
and we have to live
with them.

We were at war,
now we're not.

Just get right
with that, brother.

First Phil,

then the Trimbols.

Then they damn near
wipe us all out.

Makes you wonder who
they're coming after next.

Gretchen was good.

Yeah.

Yeah, she was.

- ( shovel scraping )
- ( wind blowing )

( insects chirping )

You can join me
if you'd like.

Why aren't
your people
with you?

Exhumations
are unseemly.

I never told them
what I did.

It's best they don't
witness this.

Dead should stay buried.

Desecration
would anger them.

Yes.

I do want peace, Alicia.

You need to look
to Jake for that.

Not my mother.

Your mother does
what's necessary.

( outside chatter )

- ( chattering )
- All right, get up.

Infected don't wait.

How's the coffee, Troy?

( men laughing )

Terrance, no!

- ( gunshot )
- ( groans )

( woman screams )

- Man: Whoa, hey.
- ( choking )

- ( grunting )
- ( Terrance coughing )

( choking )

- Walker: That's enough!
- Man: Someone stop him.

Enough!

( coughs )

- ( crowd murmuring )
- ( wheezing )

( Terrance coughing )

Alicia:
He was still drunk.

He thought you killed
his friend.

I don't care
about circumstances,

I care about
protecting my people.

His throat is crushed
and we can't fix that.

He's gonna asphyxiate.

What if others
follow his example?

His example?
He's dying.

Nobody's gonna
follow Terrance.

I promise you that.

Can you?

Who spit poison

in that boy's ear
last night?

- No one needed to.
- My people will arm.

Then this place becomes
a shooting gallery!

It already has.

I don't believe
in guilt by association,

but my people
are more important.

Give me
the second key, Jake.

I can't do that, Taqa.

We take the weapons
when we need

to protect the ranch
from the outside.

You owe your lives
to my mercy.

Don't test me.

You're here
because my father

took his life
to preserve peace.

Do not test me.

- Give him the key, Jake.
- What are you doing?

Madison:
They'll control
the weapons, all of them.

We'll sweep the ranch
for the rest.

That makes us prisoners
on our own land, Madison.

Better than
the alternative.

( knocks )

( distant chatter )

What is it, Coop?

We need any weapons
you have, Mrs. Twomey.

How it has to be.

( chatter continues )

Nick:
Troy is not
gonna go easily.

Reason for you
to stay down here.

No, you're not
taking this on, okay?
I can watch him.

Is that
what this is, Nick?
Keeping a watchful eye?

- You're not obligated.
- I am obligated

to you and Alicia
and to the people here.

There are good people
on both sides.

I know what
you're carrying.

I know you
took that on for me,

but if Troy finds out,
he will hurt you.

Maybe.

( chatter )

( knocking )

How the sheep
treating you, Blake?

You like the flock?

I'm keeping
the peace, Troy.

Well, that's one
pussy-ass rationalization.

We need to search
your house.

Well, you live here,
Madison,

so, you know, you don't
have to beg entry.

We need
your weapons, Troy.

You know where they'll be
and you know they'll be safe.

( scoffs )

Oh, what about
my safety?

I mean, asshole here
is dying for a shot.

Hand him
a little firewater,
he'll start blasting.

Am I wrong, Kemosabe?

Kemosabe is
the Lone Ranger's
Indian name.

- You mean Tonto.
- No offense.

None taken.

Come on, man,

you don't wanna die
on your doorstep.

Okay.

Okay.

This is
where he died.

Right here.

- ( clattering )
- You ever, uh--

you ever spill blood
on unsealed wood, Nick?

It's porous.

It just, uh, absorbs.

I had to burn
what wouldn't come clean.

Search upstairs.

No, don't do that.

- Whoa, whoa.
- No, Nick.

- Troy.
- Get out of the way.

- Crazy Dog: Take it easy.
- Troy: Come on. Nick.

- Walker: Hold your fire.
- Stand down! Walker, have
your men stand down.

- Nick, get out of the way.
- Troy, you're making this
so easy for them.

- ( gunshot )
- Get out!

- Get out.
- Nick: All of you
just go, okay?

I got it.

- I got it.
- Nick.

- Okay.
- Madison:
Just back out the door.

- Go downstairs,
get away from the door.
- Let's go.

We go in front and back,
me and five brothers.

Quick work of it.

You attack,
it's only gonna
make it worse.

Give me a chance
to talk him down.

You can't
control your son.

He was defending me.

He sided
with a sociopath

who you also
can't control.

I can fix this!
Let me.

Man:
Where do you want us?

Tell your men to hold off.
That's my son.

Troy,
what are you doing?

We're gonna be
a beacon in the darkness

and do what my father
should've done.

Jeremiah made sure
we survived.

No, he wanted more than that.
He wanted to build something.

That's what
we're doing right now.

That's why
he allowed this.

So we can all live
in perfect harmony,

except it doesn't work
like that, Nick.

We regress
into our own.

- That is human nature.
- He tried to break from that
in the end.

Why are you
in this, Nick, huh?

Huh? We lead
and others will follow.

No one's gonna follow.

Troy, the people
out there,

they just wanna live.

We head upstairs
and we snipe them
from up there.

- This ends bad, man.
- Well, this was always
how it was gonna end, Nick.

What, you--
you think you were
gonna die in your sleep

with a wet-dream smile
on your face?

Come on,
you love this, too.
Pick up your rifle.

This doesn't
have to be our fate.

Hey, I am gonna die
the way my father did.

That's-- that's apt.

Listen, Troy,

my father, right,
he died for nothing.

Don't do that
to Jeremiah.

This is not
what he wanted.

Why-- why do you care?

Why do you care
what Jeremiah wants?

What do you care
what happens to me?

- ( sighs )
- Take your rifle.

- Come on.
- ( rustling, clatters )

Here we go.

It's me!
It's me.

This isn't
the way, Troy.

The ranch is looking
to you right now.

I hope they are.
I hope they follow!

They turned
over their weapons.
No one's following.

See, you can still
get out of this.

You're assuming
that I want to.

Lay your weapons down.
Come out.

And then what, huh?

There's no way
back from that.

We-- we give up our guns,
that is total surrender.

This is survival.

Oh, come on,
you just wanna
save your son, Madison.

I wanna save
both of you!

I want you with me.

( gunfire )

Madison:
What the hell was that?!

Son of a bitch!

- Hit 'em hard, hit 'em hard!
- Come on, come on, come on!

Move!

- ( gunfire continues )
- ( glass shattering )

- Let's go, let's go.
- ( grunts )

- ( screams )
- ( Nick grunts )

( grunts )

( both panting )

- You lost, man.
- No.

- It's over.
- I can make a fist.

If I can make a fist,

I can fire a gun.

And if I can fire a gun...

I can kill.

Oh, you're so beautiful.
( chuckles )

( distant man shouting )

Thank you, Nick.

What?

You're the last person
I thought would have my back.

And I don't mind dying.
Really, I don't.

It's good
to have company.

( infected snarling )

( speaking Spanish )

( gunfire echoing )

( gunfire continues )

Oh, sh--
God damn it!

- I don't wanna die.
- Yeah? You may have
backed the wrong horse.

- ( gunfire )
- I don't want you to die!

You definitely backed
the wrong horse.

Troy, think about
your brother, man,

this place,
your father.

I think we're
at the point-of-
no-return territory now.

Throw the gun
out the window.

We can still walk
out of here.

It's too late
for that, man.

We tried truces
already.

- Are you ready?
- No.

Don't go
weak-kneed on me.

Troy, nothing good
comes from this.

I'm taking some back.

Troy:
Come on, asshole!

Jeremiah sacrificed himself
for this place!

Don't ruin that, Troy!
Don't take that from him!

It's in or out, Nick.
It's in or out.

Is that it, huh?
Let it rain, assholes!

- Let it rain!
- ( gunfire continues )

( both grunting )

We surrender!
We surrender!

Don't ruin this, Nick!
Don't ruin it!

Man:
Cease fire!
Cease fire!

( screams )

- ( panting )
- Now I'm pissed.
Now I'm beyond pissed.

Man:
We're coming in!

- ( grunting )
- ( banging )

Hey, Troy...

you're right.

Your father,

he didn't wanna take
his own life.

Don't make me
shoot you, Nick.

He was gonna let
everybody die...

- ( banging continues )
- ...out of spite.

He lost his mind
with drink...

but he didn't
kill himself.

I killed him.

( banging echoes )

( wind whistling )

( banging echoes )

( grunts )

( birds chirping,
crows cawing )

Maybe it's not
gonna work.

Peace cannot exist
without justice.

The boy who hurt
your man...

His name is John Hogan.

The boy who hurt John Hogan
is gonna be dead soon.

We have to
deal with Troy,
I know that.

He will never
accept my people.

( sighs )

Troy has to go.

But you can't
martyr him.

Exile.

That's fair.

- My son.
- Your son has to
answer for what he did.

He joined Troy.
He made that choice.

And he convinced Troy
to surrender.

How did he
manage that?

Who gives a shit?

He saved lives.
He protected our peace.

Ends justify means.

There can be
consequences,

but he stays here.

Nick lives.

( all chattering
in Spanish )

( speaking Spanish )

- Hey.
- ( woman speaking Spanish )

- ( grunts )
- ( people shouting )

( truck approaching )

( horn honking )

( knocks, door opens )

What happened there?

Oh.

Indian blade.

( chuckles )

If I had a matching pair,
I'd be Jesus.

So, uh, am I?

Am I gonna be
crucified?

You'll be tested
in the wasteland.

That supposed to be
a punishment?

You can't come back.

Yeah, I understand.

And I--
I don't blame you.

Never, Troy.

I won't fight it.

I won't, but, uh...

I need Madison
to take me.

Why?

Well, you really trust
Walker with my life?

No, I'll go with you.

No, no, no, no.

No, you're
not up to it.

Madison will protect me,
and, uh...

I trust her, so.

Walker:
Provisions to ensure
this isn't a death sentence.

One knife, one gun,
one bullet.

What am I gonna do
with one bullet?

We chose exile
over execution.

If you find the latter
less onerous...

Madison:
You swear
he'll be okay?

He will suffer,
he will live,

he might wake.

( engine starts )

( grass rustling )

- ( engine turns off )
- ( door alarm beeping )

( beeping stops )

- ( cocks gun )
- There's no need for that.

( chuckles )

She got a way,
don't she?

White Witch
of the Apocalypse.

Let's go, Troy.

So, let me
get this straight...

you don't kill me now?

Don't tempt me.
I'd love to.

But you gotta do
what the woman says.

You're being banished
from your land.

And you don't think
I can find my way back?

You won't do that
to your brother.

( chuckles )

You know what, you are
what my father would call

a real,
goddamn Pandora.

Cut him loose.

( door alarm beeping )

What's your name,
chief?

Klah Jackson.

Klah. Huh.

What does that mean?

- Left-handed.
- And are you?

No.

- It's lucky that
I'm a righty 'cause...
- ( car door closes )

...Crazy Dog, he did
a number on my left.

( shouts )

- ( Klah grunts )
- No!

Troy!

- ( groans )
- ( gunshot echoes )

- Hi.
- No more killing.

( sniffs )
You hit your quota?

Just get your pack
and go now.

I don't wanna kill you.

Is that guilt?

What?

I know what you did.

He had to die.

( scoffs )

And you-- you let
your son shoot him?

It should've been me.

Yeah.

And why wasn't it?

Huh? What stopped you?

I mean, what's--
what's stopping you now?

( both grunting )

God...

Troy.

- I thought you were
cold-blooded.
- ( grunts )

You still got
sentiment left.

Your father wanted
to let all the people die.

He wanted
to let you die.

You know...

we could've fought,
we could've won.

He could've
banished himself.

He could've done
what you're doing.

( panting )

I don't surrender,
Madison.

I don't surrender.

( grunts )

Troy.

( groans )

( cocks gun )

( exhales )
Yeah.

( spits )

I thought you said
you wanted me with you.

Don't make me.

You said you needed me.

Please!

I'm tired.

I'm so tired.

( sighs )

Okay.

( grunts )

( birds chirping )