All language subtitles for The.Walking.Dead_.Daryl_.Dixon_.S01E03.WEB_

This is the town of Angers.

We can radio from here
and get directions

on where
we should head next.

Here -- take these.

Protect the horse.

You sure
this is the place?

Our contact here
is a musician.

He's been living
in this theatre for years.

Des gens?

Amis?

Bienvenue.

Des vivants.

Hold up.

Ask him about the radio.

Anglais.

I speak.

Sky blue, grass green.

Where is Brian?

He is in the kitchen?

Voilà.

La vérité est l'espoir.

Truth. Hope.

Radio. Come on.

Please, come.

Now we hear music?

Oui, oui! Le Nid.

Of course.

The radio could call.
To there.

Can you fire it up?
Get it going?

Going?
Yeah.

Oh, no.

Do you like a show?

What the fuck?

I use some parts for...

Comment on dit...

Amplification?

Do you like Ravel?

The hell
is he talking about?

Come on, come on!

Yeah, come on!

Please, come on, come on,
come on, come on!

You see? Music.

Culture! It lives!

Even now!

It still lives!

We shoulda stuck
to the plan.

It was worth a try.

Eh, it was
a stupid detour.

Paris is too dangerous.

It's too dangerous
everywhere.

We did it your way.
Now we're gonna do it mine.

We're going to Paris.

Hyah!

Will there be hungry ones
in Paris?

Imagine so.

But you're good
at fighting them.

Everybody's good
at something.

Alright. Hold up.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Welcome home.

Your mother's high school,
Laurent, was in the Marais,

right after this bridge.

Regarde, Laurent.

What's written on this car?
I've seen that before.

It's
Pouvoir Des Vivants.

It's a movement that started
after the outbreak.

Most of the city is
under the control of Genet

and her guerriers.

Like the guys
at the abbey?

In desperate times,
people cling to order.

Yeah, or God.

Molière is buried here.

And Proust.

And de la Fontaine.

Oh, yeah?
He wrote fables.

Like
"La Mort et le Bûcheron."

It's about a weary woodsman
who wants to die.

But when Death comes,
he has a change of heart.

He asks for help
carrying his burden,

so he can keep going on.

It is about fortitude.

What is it?

Jim Morrison.

Who's that?

He was
an American rock star.

He was in a band called
The Doors.

He died in Paris?

Yeah, yeah.
I guess so.

Not to fret,
Monsieur Daryl.

You will not die
in Paris.

Hm.

Stop!

No.

My name is Fallou.

That is Emile.

Bastien. Nadine.

We've been waiting a long time
to meet you, young man.

I bet you got
a radio here, right?

You hear that?

It's Paris crying.

Come.

Et voilà.

Home, sweet home.

We take turns
for the daily tasks.

We welcomed our 64th member
a few months ago.

A baby girl was born.

The dining room.

Here's the kitchen.

Ca va?
Bien.

Our garden.

Ah.

Two and one half million.

That's how many rivets
Gustave Eiffel used to build it.

Looks like it got the tip
knocked off of it.

A military helicopter crashed
into it at the beginning.

When the winds blow,
the metal groans.

It must be magical,

to stand under it

and look up at the sky.

How about that radio?
Ah.

Et voilà.

Bonjour!

Antoine.
Hello.

- Bonjour.
- Our comms guy.

Bonjour.
Bonjour.

We have been using this method
of communication.

It's very effective.

You call them, uh,
homing pigeons.

Homing pigeons -- they always
find their way, um, uh...

Th-Their way home.

Pigeons? Really?

Oh, hey!

Zizou, mon meilleur pigeon.

Number one!

They train him at Nest,
and then they send him here.

And only him,
he knows where he goes!

Maybe he have girlfriend --
yes?

We all have a person
who waits --

Who waits for us somewhere.

Allez, Zizou.

How long till that thing
comes back with a message?

A few days.

Uh, a few days.
Uh, sometimes, uh, bad weather.

Un mois peut-être.

Could be a month.

A month?

Well, the Nest'll take you
the rest of the way, right?

For the last part
of the trip, yes.

Then my job's done.

'Cause that ain't gonna work
at all.

If you don't have a radio,
how you gonna help me?

There are people trading
all kinds of things here.

I can take you to them.

But we'll need currency.

Even information
is a commodity.

If I have to steal something,
I will.

You won't have to.

I think I know
where to find something.

We'll go in the morning.

Merci.

Merci bien.

Namasté.

It's kind of a lot to put
on a kid, don't you think?

God chooses
our burdens.

Sonia.

Her husband died
a few days ago.

She refuses any food
or comfort.

No one's been able
to console her.

Père Jean was right.

Come.

You must be hungry.

My name's Daryl Dixon.

I come from a place
called the Commonwealth.

It's in America.

I went out looking
for something.

All I found was trouble.

If I don't make it back --

Wait right here.

You got
noisy neighbours.

Yeah.

The Garniers,
they lived next door.

She was always trying
to set me up with her son.

You were on page 23.

His name was Quinn.
I was young and very stupid.

You upgraded.

With God, I mean.

Is that your sister?

Yeah, it's Lily.

On her 16th birthday.

We had dinner at
the Jules Verne restaurant.

Laurent's never seen
her face.

Is that why we're here?
No.

We here so I can keep
my part of the bargain.

Find something to trade,
get us information on a boat.

I wasn't always a nun.

Yeah, I can see that.

Go check if there's
any clothes left.

Sure beats the view
from my old house.

There was a bar
at the end of the street.

When the owner
pulled the curtains,

only the regulars
were allowed to stay.

Artists, musicians,
students...

What's that mean?

Reinventing the world.

We thought we could
make it better.

Never imagining how bad
it would get.

At least
you thought about it.

Didn't you?

I didn't do much thinking
back then.

Really?

You seem like someone
who's always thinking.

No.

I don't know.
Things happened.

Things that change you,
you know?

Maybe we're the same
that way.

Broken until
the world ended.

Maybe.

Well, I'm glad
our paths crossed.

We should get going.

Now what?
There's a service entrance
in back.

Let me try.

I got it.

No, please.

It's Aimée.

Stay close.

Let's go.

They should be here
by now.

Sorry about
that little girl.

I left her.

We should get going.

You see, Daryl?
It's my mother.

Well, she's pretty.

If there is a deal to be made,
this is the place.

Where are we?

The catacombs, brother.

Among the remains
of the 6 million

who died in
la peste noire.

The Black Death.

America is an infant.

But here, we survived
many apocalypses.

We will survive
this one, too.

The flame of "la vie bohème"
still burns in the Demimonde.

You got someone in here
that can help me get home?

People find all sort
of things here.

You helped us.

Now we help you.
Alright.

I'll go find some friends
who can maybe tell us something.

Les Nénuphars.

The "Water Lilies."

I used to go every week

to the Musée d'Orsay
when I was sad or lonely.

It was like
a port in the storm.

Kind of reminds me
of home.

They saved it.
That's something.

You want to go to America?

Yeah, yeah, that's the plan.

What'd he say?
He wants to know
what we've got.

Whoa.

- Hey. Boat first.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, ca va.

Okay?

Okay?

Says he knows people
who can help you.

Alright.

- Come on. Let's go.
- Hey, hey, hey.

Come on. Let's go.

Is there a problem here?

I'm sorry, Mr. Quinn.
You know the rules,
Bernard.

A mistake.

There's no weapons
allowed in here.

Boys will be boys.

Hi, Izzy.

It's been a minute.

It's strange to see you again
after all these years.

Well,
life takes odd turns.

Is this your friend?

We travel together.

Okay.

And what you after?

A way
back to America.

A long way.
Yeah.

It's not impossible.
You know, I've heard things.

You sing very well.

Oh. Thank you.

Are those your parents?

No.

This is my mother.

Why,
she's very pretty.

I like your necklace.

Someday, I will see
the Eiffel Tower myself,

like my maman did
on her birthday.

Here.

You can have this.

To remember her.
Okay?

Thanks.
Welcome.

I'll ask around, and I'll see
what I can find out.

For a friend.

We've got things
to barter.

Don't insult me, Izzy.

The lady gave me
her necklace.

What lady?

The singer.

Hello, lad.

Is he yours?

That's Laurent...

He's Lily's boy.

Lily's boy?

You've got
your mother's eyes.

Laurent?

Excuse me.

You alright?

We've made a deal.

Done your part,
and I'll do mine.

You sure?

Turns out you were right --
I have connections in Paris.

You got lucky.

Veuve Meurisot
at trois coupes.

Hello, boss.

Nice set, luv.

Can you send it up?

Who are your friends?
Business.

Shall we talk
in my office?

This here is where the generals
hid away during World War II.

Good guys or bad guys?

Depends which side
you were on.

Built by the French.

Was taken over by the Nazis
during Vichy.

So, you know,
it swung both ways.

Pragmatism
I can appreciate.

You used to love
champagne.

I outgrew it.

Mmm.

So, how've you been,
Izzy?

I became a nun.

You serious?

And Lily?

Is she a nun, too?

No, Lily died --
having the baby.

I'm sorry to hear that.
I am.

You still
should've told me.

That my sister died?

And...

...that I had a son.

What are you
talking about?

You shouldn't keep that
from a man.

I don't care
the circumstance.

A boy should know his dad,
shouldn't he?

She never said...

It was a mistake.

You killed her.

And I saved you.

Who was it found you,
bleeding in the bathtub? Hmm?

Picked you up,
carried you to the hospital,

nursed you
back to health?

That was me,
wasn't it --
I don't want to talk
about this.

I -- I'm here...
Isabelle --

...to help my friend
get home.

You want to help him?

Well, now you know
the terms.

No.
Not with this asshole.

It's alright, Daryl.
I can do this.

No, fuck him.
It's okay.

I don't need a boat
this bad.

Come on.

Hey, sorry.
I was trying to help.

I said I could do it.

Look, we all got shit
from our past

that we're trying to run from,
not just you.

I was wrong earlier.
We're not the same, you and I.

You can be pissed at me
all you want.

I'm not the one
you're really mad at, though.

Well, you wanted to come
to Paris, didn't you?

That's why we're here.

I'm trying to help you
keep your promise.

That's all you care about,
isn't it?

I asked for your help
'cause I needed it.

I don't need a hero.

I never did.

Mes amis.

Quelle surprise.

Madame Genet and I have
an arrangement.

My place is off limits.
We won't be long.

We're looking for
an American.

We understand
he has been here.

His name is Daryl Dixon.

Daryl...

Listen, I'm sorry,
I...

It was a lot more
than I imagined.

I get it.

I don't believe
in coincidences.

I think there was a reason
I had to come back to Paris --

to see him again.
To find out the truth.

Alright, well,
you're welcome.

Don't be like that.

You don't me here anymore.
You got all these people

looking after you.
You're gonna be fine.

He'll be sad
to see you go.

Make something up.

You're really good
at that.

I never told him
about his birth

because everything about it
was horrible.

Everything.

The way she died,
the way he was born.

What are you gonna tell him
about Quinn?

Hmm? 'Cause you need to stop
lying to him.

He deserves to know
who he is.

Then he can make up
his own mind.

You just don't accept
how special he is.

He's a gift from God,
right?

Maybe that's something
you need to believe

'cause the world's
so fucked up.

Or maybe he's just
a regular kid.

A regular kid that got lucky
and lived.

Maybe that's
your miracle.

Where is the American?!

There!

Get Laurent.
Meet me back at your place.

Laurent!

Laurent!

Laurent!