All language subtitles for The.Walking.Dead.S02E02.BluRay.Z1.EN.SDH.REMOVED

And now he wants
a cell phone if you can believe that.

I know that look.

Then you get
really quiet.

So are you
gonna tell me?

We had a fight this morning.
It got ugly.

- Hurtful.
- I'm sorry, hon.

Men can be jerks.

Thing is, if we're being honest,
he wasn't the asshole.

Ah, gotcha.

He was trying so hard
to be reasonable,

it just pushed my buttons
all the more.

God, I sometimes wish
he would just have it out with me

and blow up,

tell me I'm being a bitch
if that's what I'm being.

Instead he's just so...

- Don't beat yourself up.
- No?

You can't tell me that being pissed
at your husband

because he doesn't yell at you
is even close to being rational.

That's one problem
I don't have with Tom.

But you still love him.

Sure I do.
Might as well.

- We're lifers.
- I admire your pragmatism.

You still love Rick?

I've been asking myself
that a lot.

And I think
the answer's yes.

It's just I'm trying
to remember how that works.

Maybe the only
real problem we have

is we got married
so young.

Excuse me.

Is he alive?

He's in surgery.

How?

There was a radio call that said
that there was two suspects in a car.

But there was a third man.
Somebody screwed up.

I screwed up.

I did not see him in time.
Lori, it's my fault.

I don't believe that.

What do I say?

How do I tell my son
his father's been shot?

You don't have to
do it alone.

Okay.

Come on.

Hey, you move, shithead.
Come on, get I said.

How far? How far?!

Another half mile that way.

Hershel.

Talk to Hershel.
He'll help your boy.

Come on.

- I'm sorry.
- Let's go. Come on!

Dad!

- Was he bit?
- Shot.

- By your man.
- Otis?

He said find Hershel.
Is that you?

- Help me. Help my boy.
- Get him inside.

Patricia, I need
my full kit.

- Maggie.
- Yeah?

Painkillers, coagulates--
grab everything.

Clean towels,
sheets, alcohol.

In here.

- Pillowcase.
- Is he alive?

Pillowcase, quick.

Is he alive?

Fold it.
Make a pad.

Put pressure
on the wound.

I've got a heartbeat.

- It's faint.
- I got it, step back.

- Maggie, IV.
- We need some space.

- Your name?
- Rick.

- Rick?
- I'm-- I'm Rick.

Rick, we're gonna do
everything we can, okay?

You need to give us
some room.

Now.

- I'm sorry.
- Move!

He's alive?
He's still alive?

Hey...

okay.

It's okay.

You got blood, man.

Okay.

I'll take it from you.

Where is he?
Where is he? Is he okay?

You know his blood type?

A-positive, same as mine.

That's fortunate.

Don't wander far.
I'm gonna need you.

What happened?

I was tracking a buck.

Bullet went through it.

Went clean through.

The deer slowed
the bullet down,

which certainly saved
his life.

But it did not
go through clean.

It broke up into pieces.

If I can get the bullet
fragments out...

and I'm counting six.

I never saw him,

not until he was
on the ground.

- Lori doesn't know.
- I know.

My wife doesn't know.
My wife doesn't know.

You've got to stay with him.

You still worrying about it?

It was a gunshot.

We all heard it.

Why one?
Why just one gunshot?

- Maybe they took down a walker.
- Please don't patronize me.

You know Rick wouldn't risk
a gunshot to put down one walker.

Or Shane.
They'd do it quietly.

Shouldn't they have caught up
with us by now?

There's nothing we can
do about it anyway.

Can't run around these
woods chasing echoes.

- So what do we do?
- Same as we've been.

Beat the bush for Sophia,
work our way back to the highway.

I'm sure they'll hook up
with us back at the RV.

I'm sorry for what
you're going through.

I know how you feel.

I suppose you do.

Thank you.

The thought of her
out here by herself...

it's the not knowing
that's killing me.

I just keep hoping and praying
she doesn't wind up like Amy.

Oh, God.

That's the worst thing
I ever said.

We're all hoping
and praying with you,

for what it's worth.

I'll tell you what it's worth--
not a damn thing.

It's a waste of time
all this hoping and praying.

'Cause we're gonna
locate that little girl,

she's gonna be just fine.

Am I the only one
zen around here?

Good Lord.

We are gonna have quite
a collection of spare parts, I tell ya.

Shouldn't they
be back by now?

It's still light.

Let's not worry just yet.

How are you feeling?

T-Dog?

I asked you how you
were feeling just now.

Please don't blow
that question off.

It really, really hurts.

It's throbbing
something awful.

Oh, let me see.

Ah! Don't--
don't touch it!

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

Listen, your veins
are very discolored.

You got a hell
of an infection there.

You could die
from blood poisoning.

Oh, man.

Wouldn't that
be the way?

World gone to hell,

the dead risen up
to eat the living

and Theodore Douglas

gets done in by
a cut on his arm.

Yeah, that would be--
that would be stupid.

I've been saying
since yesterday,

we've got to get you
some antibiotics.

We've been ransacking
these cars the whole time.

I can't believe that we have
not found some ampicillin

or something in the whole place.
Can you?

Seems like
there would be.

That's what I think.

Well,

we, uh--

we haven't been
thorough enough.

So let's look some more.

Why'd I let him
come with us?

I should have sent him
with Lori.

You know,
you start that,

you'll never get that monkey
off your back.

Little girl goes missing,
you look for her.

Simple.

You said call it,
head back.

Doesn't matter
what I said.

Carl got shot because
I wouldn't cut bait.

It should be me in there.

You've been there, partner.

Right?

And you pulled through.
So will he.

Is that why I got out
of that hospital?

Found my family
for it to end here like this?

This some kind
of sick joke?

You stop it.

Just stop.

A little girl
goes missing...

you look for her.
It's plain and simple.

Rick.

He needs blood.

You, hold him down.

- Dad!
- I got him.

Almost there.

Stop! You're killing him!

Rick, do you want
him to live?

He needs blood.

Do it now!

Wait. Wait. Hey.

He just passed out.

One down...

five to go.

Pressure's stable.

Lori needs to be here.

She doesn't even know
what's going on.

I've got to go find her.
Bring her back.

- You can't do that.
- She's his mother.

She needs to know
what's happened.

Her son's lying here shot.

And he's going to need
more blood.

He can't go more than
50 feet from this bed.

Hey. Hey.

- Come on.
- I'm all right.

- I'm all right.
- I got him.

He's stable for now.

Lori has to be here
Shane, she has to know.

Okay, I get that.

I'm gonna handle it.

But you've got
to handle your end.

My-- my end?

Your end is being here
for your son.

Even if he didn't need
your blood to survive,

there is no way I'd ever
let you walk out that door.

Man, I'd break your legs
if you tried.

You know that, right?

If something happened to him
and you weren't here...

if-- if he slipped away

while you were gone,

you would never
forgive yourself for that.

And neither
would Lori, man.

You're right.

When was I ever wrong?

You know, when--

when you were
in that hospital,

the one you were
never supposed to leave,

man, you should have
seen Lori.

She was like...

the strength
of that woman...

you can't imagine it.

See-- see that's what
you've got to have now.

I mean, Carl--
he needs that from you.

So you wire yourself
tight, my friend.

- Hmm?
- You hear?

You've got the hard part.

Just leave the rest
to me, okay?

- All right.
- All right.

He's out of danger
for the moment.

But I need to remove those
remaining fragments.

How?
You saw how he was.

I know, and that was
the shallowest one.

I need to go deeper
to get the others.

- Oh, man.
- There's more.

Tell me.

His belly's distended,
his pressure is dropping,

which means there's
internal bleeding.

A fragment must have nicked
one of the blood vessels.

I have to open him up,
find the bleeder and stitch it.

And he can't move
while I'm in there--

I mean, at all.

If he reacts
the same as before,

I'll sever an artery
and he'll be dead in minutes.

To even try this,
I have to put him under.

But if I do,

he won't be able
to breathe on his own.

Same bad results.

- What'll it take?
- You need a respirator.

- What else?
- The tube that goes with it,

extra surgical supplies,
drapes, sutures.

If you had all that
you could save him?

If I had all that,
I could try.

Nearest hospital went up
in flames a month ago.

- The high school.
- That's what I was thinking.

They set up
a FEMA shelter there.

They would have
everything we need.

Place was overrun
last time I saw it.

You couldn't get near it.
Maybe it's better now.

I said, leave the rest to me.

Is it too late
to take that back?

I hate you going alone.

Come on.

Doc, why don't you do me
a list and draw me a map?

You won't need a map.
I'll take you there.

- Ain't but five miles.
- Otis, no.

Honey, we don't have time for
guesswork and I'm responsible.

I ain't gonna sit here while this fella
takes this on alone.

- I'll be all right.
- Are you sure about this?

You even know what any of the stuff
he's talking about looks like?

- Come to think, no.
- I've been a volunteer EMT.

I do.

We can talk about this
till next Sunday

or we could just
go do it real quick.

I'll take right quick.

I should thank you.

Wait till that boy of yours
is up and around.

Then we'll talk.
I'll gather some things.

Where is she,
your wife?

We'll lose the light
before too long.

- I think we should call it.
- Let's head back.

We'll pick it up
again tomorrow?

Yeah, we'll
find her tomorrow.

Just get what you need
and get out of there.

You stay strong,
all right?

That's a fine weapon, Rick.

I'll bring it back
in good shape.

Only one I got.

Man, this turned into
one strange day.

Didn't it though?

Let's check on your boy.

Found some more batteries,

a bottle of very trendy
pink water,

an excellent new machete,

and I thought Glenn
might like this guitar.

Maybe he plays.

No drugs.
You?

Yeah, ibuprofen and these.

What are we doing?

Pulling supplies together.

No, I mean...

what are we doing?

People off in the woods,

they's looking for that
poor girl and we're here.

Why?

'Cause they think
we're the weakest.

What are you, 70?

- 64.
- Uh-huh.

And I'm the one
black guy.

Realize how precarious
that makes my situation?

What the hell
are you talking about?

I'm talking about two good-old-boy
cowboy sheriffs

and a redneck whose brother
cut off his own hand

because I dropped a key.

Who in that scenario you think
is gonna be first to get lynched?

You can't be serious.

Am I-- hey,
am I missing something?

Those cowboys have
done all right by us.

And if I'm not mistaken,
that redneck went out of his way

to save your ass--
more than once.

And don't forget
about Andrea.

Kills her own sister.

She was already dead.

Then wants to
blow herself up.

Yeah, she's all there.

She's having a tough time.
What is wrong with you?

The whole world
is having a tough time.

Damn, man.
Open your eyes.

Look where we are--

- stuck in this mess here!
- Shh!

Let's-- let's just go.

Let's just take the RV.

- You've gone off the deep end.
- I mean it, man.

Why are we on the side
of this road like live bait?

Let's go, you and me.

Let's go
before they get back.

Oh, my God.
You're burning up.

Give me that.

Come on.

Here, take these.

We've got to knock
that fever down.

Here.

Where the hell are they?

How much farther?

Not much.
Maybe 100 yards

as the crow flies.

Too bad we're not crows.

Oh.

Oh!

As the crow flies, my ass.

Andrea?

Help me!

Lori? Lori Grimes?
Whoa.

- I'm Lori.
- Rick sent me.

- You've got to come now.
- What?

There's been an accident.
Carl's been shot.

He's still alive
but you've got to come now.

Rick needs you.
Just come.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.
We don't know this girl.

You can't get
on that horse.

Rick said you had others on
the highway, that big traffic snarl?

- Uh-huh.
- Backtrack to Fairburn Road.

Two miles down is our farm.
You'll see the mailbox.

The name is Greene.
Hyah!

Shut up.

Shot?
What do you mean shot?

I don't know, Dale.
I wasn't there.

All I know is this chick rode
out of nowhere like Zorro

- on a horse and took Lori.
- You let her?

Climb down out of
my ass, old man.

Rick sent her.
She knew Lori's name and Carl's.

I heard screams.
Was that you?

She got attacked
by a walker.

- It was a close call.
- Andrea, are you all right?

This place is beautiful.

Been in my family
160 years.

I can't believe
how serene it is.

How untouched.
You're lucky.

We weren't
completely unscathed.

We lost friends, neighbors.

The epidemic
took my wife,

my stepson.

I'm sorry.

My daughters
were spared.

I'm grateful
to God for that.

These people here,

all we've got left
is each other.

Just hoping we can
ride it out in peace

till there's a cure.

We were at the CDC.

It's gone now.

There is no cure.

I don't believe it.

When AIDS came along,
everyone panicked.

One boy in town
came down with it

and some parents pulled
their children from school

so they didn't have
to sit in the same room.

This is a whole
other thing.

That's what
we always say--

- "This one's different."
- Well, this one is.

Mankind's been fighting
plagues from the start.

We get our behinds
kicked for a while

then we bounce back.

It's nature
correcting herself,

restoring some balance.

I wish I could
believe that.

I'm sorry.

My boy.

My baby boy.
Baby boy.

It's okay.

Mama's here.
Mama's here.

You're gonna be okay.

You're gonna
be okay.

We're gonna
make you okay.

Slow. Slow.

- How many transfusions?
- Two.

Only two.

He wanted to do the same for you
when you were in the hospital.

I had to talk him
out of it.

Thank you.

Okay, so I understand,

when Shane gets back
with this other man--

- Otis.
- Otis.

The idiot
who shot my son.

Ma'am, it was an accident.

I'll take that under
advisement later.

For now he's the idiot
who shot our son.

Lori, they're doing everything
they can to make it right.

Okay, as soon as they get back
you can perform this surgery?

I'll certainly
do my best.

Okay. You've done this
procedure before?

Well, yes, in a sense.

In a sense?

Honey, we don't have the luxury
of shopping for a surgeon.

No, I understand that.
But I mean you're a doctor, right?

Yes, ma'am.
Of course.

- A vet.
- A veteran? A combat medic?

A veterinarian.

And you've done this surgery
before on what?

Cows? Pigs?

I-- I have--
I have to sit.

Completely in over
your head, aren't you?

Ma'am, aren't we all?

Shh, shh.

Okay, let's take a look.

You see that big mobile medical
trailer across the way?

That's where
we got to get to?

Yeah.

I won't do it.
We can't just leave.

Carol, the group is split.
We're scattered and weak.

What if she comes back
and we're not here?

It could happen.

If Sophia found her way
back and we were gone,

that would be awful.

Okay.

We got to plan for this.

I say tomorrow morning
is soon enough to pull up stakes.

Give us a chance
to rig a big sign,

leave her some supplies.

I'll hold here tonight,
stay with the RV.

If the RV is staying,
I am too.

Thank you.
Thank you both.

I'm in.

Well, if you're all
staying then I'm--

Not you, Glenn.
You're going.

Take Carol's Cherokee.

Me?
Why is it always me?

You have to find this farm,
reconnect with our people

and see what's going on.
But most important,

you have to get T-Dog there.
This is not an option.

That cut has gone
from bad to worse.

He has a very serious
blood infection.

Get him to that farm.
See if they have any antibiotics.

Because if not,
T-Dog will die, no joke.

Keep your oily rags off
my brother's motorcycle.

Why'd you wait till now
to say anything?

Got my brother's stash.

Crystal, X.
Don't need that.

Got some kick ass
painkillers.

Oxycycline.

Not the generic stuff neither.
It's first class.

Merle got the clap
on occasion.

Pressure's dropping again.

We can't wait much longer.

Take some more.
Whatever he needs.

- Then I'm gonna go.
- Go? Go where?

He said five miles.
They should be long back by now.

- Something's gone wrong.
- Are you insane?

- You're not going after them.
- Rick, listen to your wife.

If they got into trouble--

You're in no condition
to do anything about it.

You've given too much blood.
You're barely on your feet.

You wouldn't make it
across the yard.

If something happened,
I have to go.

No, your place is here.

If Shane said he'll be
back, he'll be back.

- He's like you that way.
- I can't just sit here.

That's exactly what you do!

If you need
to pray or cry

or tell God he's cruel,
you go right ahead,

but you're not leaving, Rick.

Carl needs you-- here.

And I can't do this by myself.

Not this one.

I can't.

I can't.

Is this it?

Yeah, three. Three.

Oh, here.

Endotracheal intubator, baby,

for my new respirator.

Attaboy.
Come on.

- Come on.
- Damn it.

Come on!
Stay with me!

No-- no, no, no, no!

Come on.

No, no, no, no!
Come on. Come on.

In here.

Damn.

Okay, okay.
Stay back! Stay back!

Damn it.