All language subtitles for The.Walking.Dead.Dead.City.S01E06.WEB

Maggie? Maggie!

What are you doin' here?
How the hell did you get here?

Ginny! Ginny!

-You know about this?
-No.

She just turned up at the arena,

right before the walkers came,
and--

You can't be here.

I think she just
wanted to be with you.

-The flare.
-We gotta go.

You can't be here.
You hear me?

I can't protect you and
help Maggie. There was a plan.

Her and I, we come here,
we get Hershel.

You stay with her people,
where you're safe!

That was the whole
goddamn point!

That you stay safe.
And you know that, Ginny.

- Shit!
- I can take her back.

You finish what you started.

I can take her
where she needs to go.

Listen to me,
you're gonna go with him.

And he'll keep you safe.
He is good people.

Ginny, I can't go with you,
and you can't stay with me.

Hell, you do not want
to stay with me.

You don't know me, kid.

I am not who you think I am.

I... want you to--

No!

All these months
and now you want to chat?

I killed your dad.

I'm not wanted
for robbing a wagon train.

I killed five men.

And your dad,
he was one of them.

It's why I tracked you down
to the farm.

Why I let you tag along,
'cause I knew you had no one.

You? You're just a debt
that I had to pay.

That's it.

I got you. Come on.
Let's go. Come on.

Time to go.

You should sleep.
I can keep watch.

It's all right, I'm good.

Besides, he shows up, two sets
of eyes are better than one.

What you did back there,
that couldn't have been easy.

You think the plan's
gonna work?

I'll say this, he was
surprisingly glad to see my ass.

Water under the bridge, he said.

It's not like our reunion
went off without a hitch, but,

with all our history,
that brotherly bullshit,

I have a feelin' he and I may be
able to work something out.

For me, it wasn't
the Statue of Liberty.

It was Macy's.

When I was little,
after my mom got sick,

I'd crawl into bed with her
and she'd tell me stories.

About Santa.

The real Santa.

Sometimes he'd come down
from the North Pole

to the Macy's store in Manhattan
and visit all the kids.

And I used to daydream
that one day I'd go to New York,

walk into that Macy's,

become best friends
with the real Santa.

He'd take all my toys
that I'd lost

or that had been broken,

and he'd find a way
to replace them.

And there it is.

Where there's smoke, huh?

Guess you were right all along.

Let's go.

Hey.

You were inside the sewers
with Ginny.

What do you think
she was trying to tell me?

I don't know, maybe she
knew that you'd be mad at her

for coming and just wanted
to explain herself.

Goddamnit, Maggie.
We don't have to do this.

Stop. Stop!

Drop it.

Here's what I'm thinking.

The Croat never took your grain,
just your kid.

For collateral, sure,

but he was never coming back
for no harvest.

He wanted me.

And for what?
Who the hell knows.

But whatever that crazy
son of a bitch wants with me,

I sure as shit
ain't gonna like it.

You and I both know that much.

The shit thing is, Maggie,

we could have done it.

We could have saved Hershel.

Because you and I together, we
made one hell of a badass team.

But you know that, don't you?

Maybe some part of you always
wanted it to end this way.

The fact is, Maggie, it doesn't
matter what excuses I give you

or how many apologies I offer,

you can't get over it.

And you shouldn't.

Hey!

Welcome home.

We first looked for
you at the Sanctuary.

It was a husk
abandoned long ago,

which was depressing.

And after searching up and down
the mainland for God knows

how many months,

I learned of your status.

Four men and a magistrate.

You, you, you.

And then I found Jerome.

He was not much interested
in reminiscing, but

he was alone and weak.

And I convinced him to talk.
And he told me a story

that excited my curiosity.

The story of the widow.

Either way, I saw that
you could help.

Strong, smart.

Vulnerabilities to be exploited.

And most of all,

you needed a little push,
yes, but...

you had your own incentives.

Still, I never expected you
to pull it off.

But you did.
You found him.

And brought him home.

Doma smo, eh?

You know, for a moment
when I saw you on the catwalk

all alone, I thought to myself,
lucky me.

I get to have Negan
and the child.

Nah, it's okay.

He's enough.

Hey.

Just look after Ginny, will you?

That's all I ask.

How do we do this?

Well, we both want
the same thing, no?

It's good to see you, kid.

It was like a maze
full of sculptures

made up of whatever
they could find, I guess.

But, uh, I tracked him down,

got him up against a wall,

had a gun on him.

He made a move to get away,
and...

I shot him, killed him.

Got him!
Got the son of a bitch--

Let him finish!

I want to hear the rest.

Not much more to tell.

Got back to my boat.
Car was where I left it.

Enough ethanol to get me home
in one straight shot.

Shame you had to shoot him,
though.

As a marshal, I'm licensed to
administer justice--

No, I know all about that.

Just saying it would have been
nice to put him on display.

Make a statement.

No thank you, ma'am.

How are your girls, by the way?

Marjorie, Bea and... Dessie?

Don't worry, we looked out
for them while you were gone.

I should pay them a visit.

Let 'em know all about their
daddy's heroics.

How hard he works to protect
our body politic.

I knew you couldn't
help yourself.

You know what went into
making that cigar?

You see, the thing is,
gotta cure the leaves

at a temperature of 100 degrees.

And a temperature like that,

an exact temperature.

What's the optimal way
to keep that going?

Central heating.

But ethanol comes from corn,

which takes up
thousands of acres of fields.

So what I'd like you to do,
Marshal,

I'd like you to
tell me your story again.

And this time,

I want you to tell me
all about the methane.

I can't begin to imagine
what you went through.

-I hope that you know I--
-I was fine.

That's because you're brave--

All I ever do back home
is wait for

the next bad thing to happen.

If anything,
I felt safer back there.

You should eat something.

Not hungry.

It's not about being hungry,
it's about--

If I say I'm not hungry,
it means that I'm not hungry.

I can only guess what
they were feeding you.

So what?
You gonna force me to eat?

No, I'm not gonna
force you to eat.

Whatever. Just... forget it.

What's this?
Is it for me?

It was a gift.

Wow.

Got me a souvenir for
being kidnapped.

Thanks.

It's like the one
you used to wear.

You do what you want with it.

Having you back,

there are not words I can use
to express how glad I am.

Glad?

Of course.

Seemed like you cared more
about,

I don't know,

revenge or whatever.

What are you talking about?

It's like you're
obsessed with him.

With Negan.
With what he did.

Getting him back.
You've always--

Hershel. I came for you.

And I'm right here.
But you don't see me.

It's like my whole life you've
been looking over my shoulder,

watching for him,
waiting for him.

That is not true!

But you never see me.

Whatever.
Doesn't matter.

Do you remember

our second visit
to the River People?

The first visit was friendly,
welcoming.

You told them
what they had to provide,

and then you told them
what will happen if they didn't.

Hence, the second visit.

You breezed right up
to their leader

like an actor commanding
the stage. Like a rock star.

But what is a rock star
without his microphone?

So, out came Lucille.

Then you turned,

and you offered her to me.

I didn't understand.

I'd only just arrived
at the Sanctuary.

I was nothing.
I was broken.

But you saw something in me.

Not what I was.

But what I could become.

And you let me
have a crack at it.

Of course, I had no
idea what I was doing.

My first swing,
I completely missed.

The second time,
I, I overcompensated.

I pounded him with
far too much force.

I was lucky
he was still breathing.

But you didn't
get upset with me.

No, you took your time.

You had the patience

to show me

how to do it right.

And then once his face
was just a puddle on the ground

and I looked around

and I saw

what you told me I'd see.

Complete and total submission.

We were untouchable.

No one could ever
take anything from us again.

You remember that?

I do.

It was beautiful, huh?

It was.

You know, it took me
a long time...

years...

to finally understand
what had happened between us.

I shouldn't have
killed the girl.

You told me not to,

and I disobeyed you.

And I became the threat
that needed to be handled.

I promise you,

that will never happen again.

Hey.

Hey.

I've been, um...

thinking about what you said.

Y'know, for a long time,
for most of my life,

I felt like the world
kept taking...

and kept taking and, um,

I think at some point,

I thought that if I could just
fight hard enough,

I'd be able to get it back.

A little piece of it at least...

But it doesn't work that way,

because you just end up
losing what you got.

And I don't want to
keep doing that anymore.

I don't know how,

but this thing with Negan...

I'm gonna finish it.

So that I can just let it go.

My battles with the tribe,
the rats I had to exterminate,

that was practice
for the war to come.

Once we have full control
of the island,

Dama says a clash of
civilisations is inevitable.

So when I told her
about all the good you had done,

all the people you had saved
and protected,

she said
you are the missing piece.

I never imagined

I'd find another home
with someone after you.

I can't wait for you
to meet her!

Like Mommy and Daddy
coming together. You know?

Yes.

Dama, I take great pleasure
in introducing you--

Thank you.

Well. Let's begin.
Let's get to it.

I think our guest and I
should take some time

to get acquainted.

But I appreciate
the introduction.

Of course.

Of course.

God, he's like a sponge.
Sit.

I'm good.
I have a funky cramp in my leg,

buggin' the shit outta me.

I hear brandy
is good for cramps.

Really?

It's good for everything.

Yeah, I gotta tell you,
I'm more of a gin man.

It's a delight
to finally meet you.

To find out that you are not,
in fact,

the product of
someone's psychosis.

I heard about your performance
at the bank.

The taunting, the joking,

that extra
but absolutely necessary

pinch of gruesomeness.

Shock and awe and all that.

Bravo!

I told you,

I'm a gin man.

Don't tell me you're spooked
by the cops.

Oh, it's not the cops
I'm worried about.

It's the forces behind them.

Wherever a natural resource
abounds,

they'll come for it

like a sneaking, thieving
pack of hyenas.

The island needs leadership.
Now more than ever.

Someone with confidence,
fearlessness, charisma,

that special, shall we say,
political talent.

For what is politics
if not performance?

Okay.

Tell me,

why would I help you?

There are others.

Settlements as far north
as Harlem.

If we can unite them
under one rule,

we'll be indomitable.

And all of it,
that can all be yours again.

The keys to the kingdom.

But how can I be sure?

Maybe you're not the man
you used to be.

Maybe you never were.

Maybe.

What the hell is this?

My former guest and I
had a lot of talks.

He told me this story of a man
who murdered his father

not just in front of his mother,
but him,

the unborn baby in her belly.

And I could sense
in the rest of this story

what he himself couldn't.

That his father's killer
might feel remorseful,

responsible for the boy
whose family he destroyed.

Well, of course, he only told me
this once he felt safe with me.

And here you are,
come all this way to save him.

As you know, I eventually let
him go in exchange for you.

But I kept a little piece
of him.

And I can always
go back for more.

Make it last.

We have a lot to discuss.

A lot to plan for.