All language subtitles for The.Walking.Dead.Dead.City.S03E04.Found and Lost.XviD-AFG

Previously on Dead City.

We turned on that light.

They are here because of us.

Can't we give her something more
for the pain?

That was the last
of our morphine.

I've just been thinking about
Ramon.

Chucho. Marisol.

This is the best that any of us
have ever had it, Maggie.

We have a pantry full of food.

We're gonna need something solid

between us and the walkers.

Now, see, the issue here is
I am not in your community.

The Dama killed herself.

All right, well,
I guess she made her choice.

When did this happen?

A few days back.

I've been up and down
from Maryland

looking for somewhere safe,

scavenging, trading what I can.

Saw the Statue
of Liberty lit up,

decided to take a chance.

Definitely an inversion sprain.

Does it hurt when
I move it like this?

Aah!

Damn it!

Any chance
you got something for the pain?

I was gonna ask you
the same thing.

Cleaned ourselves out
a few weeks ago.

Come on, whatever you got,
I'll trade you for it.

I-I-I got this, uh...

I-I-I got this whiskey.

Saving it for
a special occasion, but...

Holy shit, Johnny Walker Blue?

You know what this was worth
before shit went down?

Where'd you even get this?

We came across this
cabin upstate near Beacon.

There was this woman...

You never did this as a kid?

No, I can't say that I did.

Luis and I spoke to
Chris and his wife separately.

Their story does check out.

Apparently, this woman
can get her hands on anything,

as long as we have something
of value to offer in return,

which we do.

Alright, well, my job
is keeping everybody here safe.

Maggie,
we need medical supplies.

Everyone here will be safer
once we have those.

And you're sending
our only doctor away.

Terrence said that we got

another refugee today
with medical training.

That's four in the last week,
so, yes, technically,

Luis is our only doctor,
but he's also the only one

who can make sure that the meds
we get in trade are legit.

He needs to go,

and I need you
to make sure he's safe.

So she calls herself The Trader?

Turns the car into an airplane.

Makes it fly.

But only if you do it, too.

He said this Trader

had been to Newfoundland
and back,

like, after things went to shit.

You grab me some of that jerky?

You know what sounds gross,
but is actually kind of amazing?

Me and Renata used to
cut up jerky into little bits

and sprinkle it
over our mac and cheese.

You talking about...

Hillbilly Hamburger Helper?

Well?

Having both windows down,
it'd clearly just burn more gas.

Mm-hmm.

Got some of the old New Babylon
vehicles stashed up ahead.

It's funny with
the bridges gone...

I don't know.

I guess at some point
I stopped dreaming

I'd ever step foot off
that island.

It's good to know dreams
can still come true.

Mission's the mission.

Gotta enjoy the ride.

Now, all this construction,

is bringing more walkers.

Maggie knows that, right?

She also knows now

that your home and hospital
are safer.

And once we finish up
this place,

the pantry will be, too.

So you and Maggie go way back, huh?

Is that why you volunteered?

Volunteered?

More like nagged
into submission.

Plus, I'd rather see things
done right

than watch monkeys juggle
chainsaws.

- No offense.
- Yeah.

Once she made her pitch
to move us from the Bricks,

she told us we'd be safer,
better off.

Well, it's a good start
for safer.

But better off?

Hey, man,
from where I'm sitting,

here equals food, power.

There, dead crops

and more moths
than an old nun's clam palace.

Seriously?

Why would you say that?

Why would you ever put those
words together?

If you think of us,
right, looking at birds.

I don't know.

I've just always wondered if
crabs think fish can fly.

'Cause they're just,
you know, looking up at this.

Do crabs think fish can fly?

I really don't know.

But I really like the way
your brain works.

What?

I just haven't really been paid
a compliment recently,

especially by a lady, so...

Gracias.

Look, Negan, I know we got shit
now, all right?

But our numbers have doubled
what they were three weeks ago.

We keep letting these newcomers
take all our resources.

I got a family to worry about,
man, all I'm saying.

I'm at 24, by the way.

You gotta take your shoes off
to even count to 19.

24, my ass.

You're 23, I'm at 24.

But it's cool,
you're doing great for your age.

Whoa, whoa.

You are a sparky little bastard.

Kinda proud of you.

All right, everyone,

let's close the gate
and get them to the cages.

Alright, look, I'm just saying,
we're bringing the walkers.

We should get more hours
of electricity, right?

This was the old world,
we'd get some kind of bonus.

Yeah, and if my abuelo had
three balls,

he'd be a pinball machine.

- Excuse me?
- What?

Sorry, I just didn't know
you had that setting.

Hold him there.

Shit...

Help! Help! Negan!

- Help! Negan!
- Fabian,

- you gotta shut up.
- Negan, Negan, Negan...

Hey, can you keep 'em distracted
over here?

Yup!

Hey, guys! Over here!

Hey! Here!

Over here!

Come on!

Aah!

Negan! Keys!

I don't think you're gonna earn
any bonuses

for that one there, Bucky.

Let's move, Half-Pint!

Everything you did
for the hospital,

add to that your work protecting
the construction crew,

risking your life
to save Fabian...

Last empty apartment in
the building.

I want you to have it.

Well, my goodness,
it must be Christmas

and Negan
has been a good little boy,

apparently,
'cause old Renata Claus

has come right down
that chimney.

Now, you do know that I told...

You turned down Maggie's offers
to live here, I know.

But I think you've come around,
Negan.

Just like I've come around
on you.

Now, do I trust you completely?

No.

That's gonna take time.

But you have become
an asset to us.

You deserve more than you have.
You deserve a home.

But if I live here,
I have to live under your rules?

That's right.
Just like everyone else here.

And that does include
no killing.

Or in your case,
no more killing.

I know you murdered The Dama.

She was on a hunger strike.

But when we cleaned out
her cell,

she had eaten some of the food
on her tray,

which got me thinking,
why would The Dama choose

to take a bite out of
the tuna casserole

and then decide to kill herself?

Well, I don't know.

Have you tried
Maggie's tuna casserole?

You chose death for her.

You broke the rules.

But you are worth something to
my community,

to Maggie.

Who doesn't need
to know what you did,

by the way.

What makes you think I give
a shit what Maggie thinks?

Because if you didn't,
you would have told her.

Honestly,
I think you'd like it here.

I mean, we don't got
a stripper pole,

but we got Tai Chi.

Tai Chi.

My only ask, Negan,

is that you follow
the same rules as everyone else.

Keys are on the mantle.

Think about it!

You've traveled a good bit

since the outbreak.

Yeah, I mean,
not as far as some.

When they bombed the city,

destroyed the bridges,
leveled skyscrapers,

I figured that's what
it must be like everywhere.

End of the world,
fire-and-brimstone-type shit,

you know?

We've been driving for miles
and everything...

looks like it's been untouched.

It's like they only came
after us.

You never thought to leave?

Never knew
if it was the right time.

Leave too soon and...

lose people you didn't have to.

So we stayed.

I don't know if I ever
would have left the farm

if I had the choice.

It was never the land
we had to worry about.

It was always the people.

Guess that part's
the same everywhere.

Well, yeah, I guess so.

Wait.

You grew up on a farm?

I know.

And there he was
on top of the fire truck,

walkers all around him.

Scared out of his...

Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait. Hold up.

He had a mullet,
and you still trusted him?

Haven't you never relied on
the kindness of strangers?

I'm from East Harlem, OK?
We trust people we know.

We trust people they know.

And we definitely don't fuck
with mullets.

Eugene came through
when it counted.

Can't ask for more than that.

No.

You, Maggie Rhee,
have lived a life.

I feel like I have lived a few.

And this?

This is the start of a new one.

For all of us.

Difference is, it's not
about who we have to be anymore.

It's about who we want to be.

Yeah.

Mm. Mm!

Amazing!

I don't think
I've ever eaten a mulberry.

Mm. They're pretty good,
aren't they?

- Mm-hmm.
- Mm.

We're lucky we got them
this late in the season.

Might be some raspberries over
there.

Come on.

That must've been
someone he really loved.

Let's get back on the road.

The other day,
you mentioned a name.

Marisol?

She was my wife.

I didn't know
that you were married.

She always drove.

Said I spent too much time
looking out the window.

When all this started,
she, um...

just took off
without telling me.

Went looking for her parents.

Never came back.

I haven't touched a wheel since.

I'm sorry.

I know she's gone.

But I also don't know.

And I never will.

I look at you and Renata.

It's like you found hope
in a bottle.

For me, for years and years,
the only way I could make it

through my day was to throw
my hope away.

But then you said you were

looking forward
to looking forward.

I am.

Might even grow me a mullet.

It would suit you.

Better believe it.

Can I help you?

Are you The Trader?

Must be.

We've come to make a deal.

First, we need to know that
you have what we came for.

What have you come for?

I, I run a hospital.

Hundreds rely on us.

We're out of morphine,
suture kits,

saline, IV bags, penicillin, antiseptics.

You're gonna
have to have something

as valuable as the sun to get
all of that.

We have blueprints for a process

that turn the dead into energy.

Huh.

Leave your weapons in the van,
and then you may enter.

If this is real,

it gets in the wrong hands,

it could be dangerous.

Yeah, having something rare
that people would kill to have,

that's dangerous.

But this is the start
of something else.

Something better for everyone.

That's so generous.

But I can see your fear.

You don't want this trade.

You need it.

Self-protection in the end.

Always.

I know a man who used to work
on rockets.

I'll have him vet this.

If it checks out,
I'll get you what you need.

I'll take your van.

We're not giving you our van.

All you require,
how will it fit on my vehicle?

I take your van one night,
and you stay here one night.

A trade.

Do you expect us to stay here,
unarmed, all night?

I'm risking more than you.

Your van isn't worth all I have.

And you could do a lot worse
than spending the night here.

And I warn you,
if you're playing me,

I will have recompense.

That's the deal.

Trader.

We taking bets on whether
she comes back?

Guess we have time to kill.

We need weapons.

Oh, come on.
Nobody is that steady.

Guess I just got the touch.

Okay, Mr. Steady Hands.

Humor me.

If we're really starting over,
who do you want to be?

Someone
who appreciates what he has.

Someone who matters to someone.

This is ridiculous.

I whittled a broomstick.

I could stab you.

Never play Jenga
against a surgeon.

Oh, now I know.

But I want to be the man
I should have been for Marisol.

What Chucho should have been
for Yvette.

Someone who plants roots.

Raises kids.

Builds something that lasts.

Sure you weren't a surgeon
in one of your many past lives?

How about you, Maggie Rhee?

Huh?

Fresh start.

Who do you want to be?

For so long, I was...

always about
keeping Hershel safe.

And I don't think he needs
that anymore.

So I don't know.

I'm looking for Trader.

I have something for her.

They're fire roasted
with sage honey drizzled on top.

It's Trader's favorite.
Try one.

Are you sure you're alone?

Sure am.
Name's Gerald.

You must have had

something real important
to trade if she left you here.

Mind if I ask what it is?

How do you know
that we didn't kill her?

Tip of that broomstick's clean.

So unless you swept her
to death...

How big's your community?

- Where is it?
- Quarter mile through the trees.

62 of us now,
counting Genevieve's baby.

We used to come up here
for a weekend every fall.

Family camp for our church.

Mmm...

Every so-called Christian group
that I've come across

has turned out to be
more cult than church.

We're worse than a cult.

We're Presbyterians.

Book of Matthew.

"By their fruits
you will know them."

"Every good tree
bears good fruit,

but a bad tree bears bad fruit."

Chapter 7, verse 17.

First Corinthians 13:13.

"And now these three remain:"

"Faith, hope, and love."

"But the greatest of these
is love."

What do you think?

Cannibal luring us to
his lair with delicious apples?

You don't know
that they're delicious.

I ate one.
It was pretty good.

Okay.

Show us your camp.

This is us.

You aren't worried
about attracting the dead?

That gate back there?
Shagbark hickory.

Runs the whole perimeter.
Solid as they come.

We haven't had a breach
since we built it.

- Grandpa!
- Ahh...

And this, this is
my granddaughter, Maylene.

Maylene, these are
my new friends.

Maggie and Luis.

Are you guys coming to
the party tonight?

Party?

Every full moon we
have a little celebration.

Plenty of food.

I'd love it
if you could join us.

Maylene.

Half hour ago
we had you tied in a chair.

We had a rough start.

But if Trader trusts you enough
to let you into her home,

why shouldn't we?

Besides, what's the point
of having something

if you're not willing
to share it?

I think that's exactly right.

Come this way.

You can turn the dead into fuel.

I'm not sure we'd
have anything worthy of this

to give you in return.

We don't want anything for it.

The people that had it
before us,

they were scared.

They kept it to themselves.

And we want
to do things differently.

We have everything
we've ever needed right here.

Fish in the lake.

Geese overhead.

We even found
an old apple orchard,

not a 45-minute walk from here.

What you're talking about
would change everything.

For the better, right?

Maybe.

But maybe not.

The dead, they're dangerous.

And those old things,

TVs, radios, phones, just noise.

Places to hide.

Up here, we found connection.

We let go of what was

and found out
who we wanted to be.

So thank you.

Truly.
Your offer's generous.

But we're content with
the life we've built.

We just want to help.

Then help us celebrate
a special night.

The full moon has always been
a beacon,

a reminder that
even in our darkest nights,

God's light returns.

We can't know what waits for us.

Or who will enter our lives.

But every 29 and a half days,

she rises in all her glory.

Let us pray.

Lord, we thank you for
this food in this cup.

May it be to us the body
and blood of Christ,

feeding us in faith,
hope, and love.

- Amen.
- Amen.

Now, let's eat, drink,

and be glad for
another full moon together!

Time to party.

Mulberry wine?

Oh. Thanks.

Thank you.

Your favorite.

Go ahead. Come on!

I can't...

Okay, okay, okay!

I can't remember the last time
I danced like that.

I know.

Closest I came, I think,
was my dad's harvest festivals.

- Hm.
- Yeah, it was like...

He'd hold them every year
to thank God for the crops.

Yeah, food, hay rides,
dancing in the barn.

Except I was making out with
Danny Pruitt behind the barn.

- Guess I missed out.
- Well, I don't know.

We had block parties
and fire hydrants.

- Same thing, right?
- Same.

Figured we're warmed up, right?

What?

No, it's, it's nothing.

You can say it,

I dance like a guy dodging
potholes.

No.

No, ah...

I just forgot
what this feels like.

What, what feels like?

To fly.

You never told me.

Never told you what?

Who you would want to be.

Someone who stops wearing death

like it's
the only thing she's got left.

Who laughs
without feeling guilty about it.

Someone who lets herself live.

Maggie? Maggie?

What, what feels like?

I think we should leave.

But-

No.
We've stayed here too long.

The sky is so beautiful.

More than I've remembered it
in years.

It feels wrong, almost,

for the world
to be this beautiful anymore.

Maybe that's the trade.

The world takes everything,
but...

leaves a little beauty behind.

- I'm sorry, I...
- Don't even worry about it.

Don't worry about it.

Thank you...

for letting me
talk about Marisol.

It's been a long time
since I felt like

I could talk to someone,
you know?

I'm glad
I could be there to listen.

We all hold someone, right?

You ever need someone
to talk to...

I got what you asked for.

Thank you.

Morphine.
You can test it.

My source is trusted.

Thank you.

It was a fair trade.

This is gonna change everything
for us.

Maybe for the world.

Self-protection in the end.

Always.

How about I drive?

Negan!

Give any more
thought to my offer?

I have.

And I gotta be honest with you,

I'm embarrassed to say that it
took me a... a good long minute

to see through your bullshit.

I'm sorry, my what?

Your offer's not an offer.
It's a threat.

See, you don't trust me
and this is your cute little way

of keeping your eye on me.

I turn you down
and you can threaten to

lock me up for killing The Dama.

I mean, that's your next play, right?

And smart of you
to do when Maggie's not around.

No one to take my side
or talk you out of it.

I made the offer when I did

because I saw you save
Fabian's life.

You think I planned that too?

I guess I could have
made it go down

like you said.
What'd you say?

I blackmail you,
threaten to put you behind bars

if you didn't do
exactly as I said?

I actually could still do that.

There's hundreds of us,
only one of you.

Negan, I don't work like that.

My offer was genuine.

It was me trying to be honest
with you.

Me trying to find my way
into actually trusting you.

But now?

Now I'm wondering
if you don't trust yourself

to play by someone else's rules.

That, or you're scared.

You're scared to get too close
to more people you might lose.

Or is it both?

- How did it go?
- Good.

Trader came through.

Got everything we needed
and then some.

- Oh, that's so great.
- What's new here?

What did we miss?

Nothing.

Same old, same old.

Oh.

Did you feel that?

Oh shit, I hope
that wasn't what I think it was.

- An earthquake?
- Yeah.

Big old sinkhole opened up
on 8th Avenue a few years back.

Swallowed up half
a goddamn city block.

Not like DOT's doing anything
anymore.

Hey! Ground's not stable.
I need everyone off the street.

See? What did I say?

The pantry.
We need to save the food.

- Let's go.
- Let's go.

Shit!

Grab as much as you can
as fast as you can.

Then fall back to the apartment.

Maggie!

I love you.

Maggie!

- Maggie, we gotta go.
- My ring.

My ring!
I have to find it!

Building's about to go.
We gotta move, now.

But we barely got anything.

Hey, we can't eat if we're dead.
Let's do what she says.

- Hershel, now!
- Okay.

This way, this way, come on!

- Come on, this way!
- Yeah!

Come on, let's go! Let's go!
Let's go!

Come on!

Let's go, let's go, let's go!
Come on!

Damn it!

Ah!

There must be hundreds
of walkers in here.

- How are we gonna do this?
- We're gonna need help.

This is not
your typical walker wrangling.

One false move,
and somebody's getting bit.

Me and God,
we have one thing in common...

We despise cowards.

Open the gates.

You open the gates, we all die.