All language subtitles for The Walking Dead S07E11 720p BD Eng

Step.

Please.
Please don't.

Please, God, no.

I hate this.
Please!

Welcome home,
haircut.

There's more
at the library.

A lot more.

You, uh...

you have a library?

Your friend Daryl

didn't get a chance to see it
before he bounced.

He escaped?

Yeah.

You know
where he is?

No.

I'd tell you
if I did.

Vonda N. McIntyre.

Th-this will be
satisfactory.

You hungry?

I'll get you something.
What do you want?

What do I want?

Yeah, to eat.
What do you want?

Anything?

Sure. Whatever.

Really?
Anything I want?

Dude, yes.

You can have anything.
What do you want?

- Can I have lobster?
- No, you can't have lobster.

What the hell
do you think this is?

Do you have canned pasta
and tomato sauce?

You want orange-y or red?

Orange-y

All right.

What about pickles?
I-l like pickles.

We're out of pickles.

What about
potato chips?

We got chips.

Number 42 makes them.

Number 42 is a coding system
for persons here?

For the workers, yeah.

They make
said chips fresh?

Yeah,
they got a kettle...

No, thanks.

Okay.
I'll be back in 10.

Enjoy your new place.

♪ We're on Easy Street ♪

♪ And it feels so sweet ♪

♪ 'Cause the world
is but a treat ♪

♪ When you're on Easy Street ♪

♪ And we're breaking out
the good champagne ♪

♪ I'm sittin' pretty... ♪

Good mornin', sunshine.

Is it just as cozy
as you remember?

You spent a lot of time
on the wrong side of the door

after that stupid road trip
with the wife and Tina.

So let's talk about now.

We went out looking
for your little failed project

for a few hours,
just around the perimeter...

tip to taint,
as it were...

right about the time
I had you thrown in here,

and when I got back,

I realized I...

was short...

a wife.

Which one?

Sherry.

You know anything about that,
Dwighty boy?

'Cause I got to tell you,

that is one hell of a coincidence,

her leaving just a few short
hours after Daryl took off.

Oh, and he didn't
force his way out.

No.

Somebody opened the door
for him.

It wasn't Sherry.

Dwighty boy...

was it you?

Did it work
the other way around?

You were supposed to
break him.

Did he break you?

I mean,
let's face it...

you've got some
pretty legitimate grievances.

You change your stripes
on me, Dwighty?

You startin'
to see things different?

After all this...

before and after...

hell, after everything...

who are you, Dwight?

I'm Negan.

Daryl isn't like you.

He's...

emotional.

So he's either
on his way home,

or he's coming
back here

to try to kill
some more of us.

Mostly you and me.

Either way,
we'll find him.

So...

do you think you know
where Sherry went?

Yeah.

Bring her back.

Sort it out.

Stitch him up.

Fix what you can fix.

You don't think
she did it?

You think she did?

I got to know her
a little bit.

Not well.

Well enough to know
what happened.

She saw Daryl in here,
in the state he was in.

She let him go.

She was soft.

She has a big heart.

You were just beaten
and thrown in a cell...

unfairly, if you ask me.

And you're back to it.

You may wind up running
an outpost for him.

You get it.

I like to think that I do.

The type of selfless,
tender soul

who would marry Negan
to save her husband's life?

That's exactly the kind of
person who really isn't...

expected
to be around anymore.

Thanks.

Just trying to help.

Stuff people grow,
stuff people make,

stuff, you know,
people scavenge.

Beer, bread,
cut your head.

Cut your what?

Barber.

Might be able to kill
that thing on your head.

We use
a points system.

You're one of us now,
not them.

They eat shit,
we eat good.

Write what you took
or what they did,

how much it was worth,
sign your name.

That's it.

Hey!

Must be your lucky day,
haircut.

Are these homemade?

Yeah.

That's some good
DIY stuff there.

No... no, thank you.

You want something...

...you take it, haircut.

We'll send Simon over
to take a peak,

sort of
good-cop this thing first,

see how far
we get.

There he is.

Man of the hour!

Come on over here,
big fella.

Don't be rude,
asshole.

Say hello.

H-h-hello.

You got a name,
asshole?

Eugene.

Now us.

Who are you?

I'm Negan.

Well, Eugene...

...I know
you remember Lucille.

Now, you see this
right here?

You might have to get
real close.

That, my friend,
is the bullet you made.

Now, under normal circumstances,

I'd be showing you that
real close over and over again.

But, Eugene, see,

all I really want to know
is if you are a smarty-pants.

You know things?

Answer the question.

I... I am, indeed,
a smarty-pants.

I... taught myself
to cast bullets.

I... found a...

found a machine shop
with the necessary...

I-I read a lot, and, um...

although my...

even though my memory
is not considered eidetic,

I don't skim
and I don't scrimp.

If knowledge is dropped,
I do, indeed, pick it up.

Oh, you really are
just some asshole.

N-no. I'm not.

I have PhDs
in biochemistry,

as well as immunology
and microbiology,

and I've completed my doctorate,
which makes me a doctor.

Prior to the collapse,

I was part of a 10-person team
at the Human Genome Project,

working under
Dr. T. Brooks Ellis

to weaponize diseases
to fight weaponized diseases.

Fire with, uh...
you know... f-fire.

Well, see,
interdepartmental drinks were...

Uh-huh.

All right, then,
Dr. Smarty-pants.

You ought to be able
to crack this

without breaking a sweat.

You see, I have a lot of
free labor here at the fence...

living dead pricks
that help keep the riffraff out.

Problem is,
they don't keep.

They fall apart.

Like that
poor sack of...

pile of shit there.

So, Dr. Smarty-pants,

how do we keep them
on their feet?

Uh...

You, um...

smelt on the regs,
correct?

I saw that among the
legacy equipment on the floor

that you possess
an operational smelter.

And?

You already possess the means
to resolve your issue.

Step one,
melt down scrap metal.

Step two, pour it over
the compromised walker

as they are in contact
with the chain link.

The liquid metal
will harden...

both maintaining
bodily integrity for the walker

as well as affixing them
to the fence.

Bonus points
for covering their head

and protecting them
from head trauma

from hostiles
and calamities.

God damn!

If that ain't the coolest thing
I've ever heard in my life!

Not only is that practical,
it is just bad-ass!

Whoa.

Look at you,
Dr. Smarty-pants.

Did Rick have you doing this
kind of valuable stuff for him?

Oh.

His loss, our gain.

I feel like
I need to give you

some kind of
signing bonus here.

Uh, w-well, I wa...
I was gifted these pickles.

Ahh.

No.

As a token of my gratitude,
I'm gonna send you over

a few of my wives
to your apartment tonight,

show you
a good time.

Now, I don't think
I have to worry about this.

But who knows
how truly smart you are?

No sex.

That is
a grave no-no.

However,
you can have a little dinner,

some drinks,
share a few laughs.

There is nothing like
beautiful women that smell good

to make you feel
human again.

I wouldn't know
anything about that.

D-d-did you say "wives,"
meaning plural?

Hell yes,
I did.

What does
Dr. Smarty-pants say

to his knew bestest friend
in the whole wide world?

What does he say?

Thank you.

Fully, completely...

sincerely,
seriously... thank you.

Okay.

Why don't you
go have some fun?

What the hell
am I even looking at?

The insect-like creature
is called a Yar.

It is attempting
to exact revenge

upon the evil Qotile
for the destruction of Razak IV.

Maybe you should
take it easy, Amber.

Maybe I shouldn't,
Frankie.

Uh, we could
play something else.

Warlords?

It's four-player
and quite the hoot.

Whatever you want.

This is your night.

Do you want
a massage?

Negan loves them.

And I was
a licensed therapist.

You know, before.

Mm.

Mm.

While I appreciate
the gesture

and your commitment
to your assigned objective,

lam fully aware that none of
you ladies are here this evening

of your own volition.

Video games are all about me
showing all of you a fun time.

Would you care
for more microwave popcorn?

Hey, just because
this was Negan's idea

doesn't mean
that we don't want to be here.

I'd be down with just having
an intelligent conversation.

Well, I suppose a conversation
would be acceptable

under the current
circumstance.

What would you like
to talk about?

Uh, how about
the Human Genome Project?

I could talk about that shit
all night.

In truth...

the bulk of my work
for the HGP

fell under the auspices
of the Black Box Program,

of which I am not
at liberty to discuss.

In all likelihood,
even if I could,

it'd probably escape
your comprehension.

Did he just insult us,
Tanya?

It was not a dis.

It was simply
a statement of fact.

My intelligence
has been objectively measured.

I am fully
a man apart.

So, what, are you, like,
one of those guys

who can make a bomb

out of bleach
and a toothpick or something?

Of course not.

That would at least require
dry yeast, hydrogen peroxide,

and a small amount
of liquid dish soap,

maybe some, you know,
bathroom or drain cleaner,

some balloons
or something like that,

few other
common household sundries.

Seriously?

Serious as sepsis.

Seriously?

So stupid.

I'm hoping to illustrate
the opposite.

Just slaves?

Excuse me?

Whatever.

Dr. Eugene, did you just
make helium out of toilet stuff?

Hydrogen.

Oh.

It's cool, Keno.

We're good.

Hey. Relax.

You're one of us.

I should disclose in advance

I may have oversold this one
by classifying it as a bomb.

As the hydrogen peroxide
decomposes,

the reaction will release energy
in the form of heat.

Dr. Eugene, can you please
just show us some good shit?

I'm gonna light
this candle.

- Cool!
- Finally.

No, I mean,
I'm gonna light this candle.

Oh, no.

Yay!

Yeah!

Yeah!

Mm.

Honey?

D... we always said
that if we got separated,

I should come back here
and wait for you.

You'd show up
with beer and pretzels.

You remember that?

I know.

You probably don't.

You always said
that when we started dating,

you forgot to tell me
you had a shitty memory.

You used to get so frustrated
by it...

knowing you wouldn't remember
those good days...

those special days.

I felt bad for you.

I remember you said
there was so much

you wanted to hold on to,

and then it'd be gone.

But you're lucky
you don't remember things, D.

I wish I could wait for you now.

But I don't know
if you'd come with me

or if you'd take me back there

or you'd kill me.

You didn't want to live
in that world,

and I made you.

I did what I did because
I didn't want you to die.

But now you've killed,

and you've become everything
you didn't want to be,

and it's my fault.

You were better than me.

Most people are.

I let Daryl go

because he reminded you
of who you used to be.

And I wanted to let you forget.

I don't think
I'm gonna make it out here,

but you're wrong.

Being there isn't better
than being dead.

It's worse.

I hope you realize that.
I hope you get away.

I hope you remember
the good days,

even just one of them, but...

I don't think you will.

I don't think
you'll ever read this.

I loved who you were.

I'm sorry
I made you into who you are.

Good-bye.

Honey.

We can hear the Yars
and the Qotile, Eugene.

I was given to understand
that last night's shinny

was supposed to be
a singular incident.

He didn't send us.

We need your help.

You saw Amber
last night.

She just drinks
and cries.

She didn't want this.

Um, we signed up for it.

It's better for us.

She had to.

Her mom needed meds.

She can't work.

Amber thought...

that she could
live with it.

She can't.

She asked us
to help her end it.

You aren't afforded any...

mental-health services?

No.

Are you serious?

I mean, there's
a licensed masseuse here.

Uh, odds being
what they are...

There's no one
like that here.

So this... is it.

She just wants
to take something.

She wants to go to sleep
and not wake up.

That would be
wildly irresponsible.

She dies at night,
in her sleep,

she turns while everyone
is asleep...

We'll handle that part.

We were hoping that you could
make something for her,

'cause we know
that you can make things.

Look, I know that this is crazy
and you barely know us...

but we can tell
that you are a good man.

There aren't
many of those left.

Truth of the matter is,
I'm not good.

I'm not lawful,
neutral, or chaotic...

none of the above.

Are you saying
you can't do it?

Lack of ability
is not the problem here.

I could Jerry-rig
a lethal toxin

with the assets
at hand here, no problemo.

- I have the...
- Then help us.

A pill, a shot,
whatever.

We need
two of them.

'Cause we don't know
when we could get our chance.

She's gonna do it,
with or without us.

She'll suffer, and maybe
someone else will get hurt.

You are good,
Eugene.

You have to be.

How much
does she weigh?

Don't know.
Maybe 120.

Why?

If you could get me
her exact weight,

I could guarantee a
semi-precise T.0. pain-free D.

A.S.A.P.

Best I can do
for now.

Come back later.

We're playing poker
with some guys.

Try to hook you up.

You kidding?
Can't play poker.

I got to be
out diggin' postholes

at the crack
of dawn tomorrow.

I would like
a single blister pack

of your most extra-strength
cold capsule.

Hey.

The line's a line!

What, they not have them
where you come from?

You don't know
how they work?

No,
I am familiar...

Get in it,
prick.

What is your number?

What's yours?

16.

All right,
number 16.

My name
is Dr. Eugene Porter.

I've recently
been appointed

to the newly created post
of Chief Engineer of this facility.

I report
directly to Negan,

which means you report
directly to my ass.

The cold capsules, now.

I didn't know.

We just... we get so many
new faces, I didn't...

I want this, too.

And this.

I don't even know
what you call this.

I'm gonna call it
a Gremblygunk.

♪ Everything right
is wrong again ♪

♪ Just like
in the long, long trailer ♪

♪ All the dishes got broken
and the car kept driving ♪

♪ And nobody
would stop to save her ♪

♪ Wake me when it's over,
touch my face ♪

♪ Tell me every word
has been erased ♪

♪ Don't you want
to know the reason ♪

- ♪ Why the cupboard's not appealing? ♪
- Did you find her?

Where is she?

I killed her.

She ran away from me
right into a mess of dead ones,

so, I, uh...
made it quick.

Mm.

It still hurts.

Feels better
with a bandage.

I wasn't talking
about that.

I would tell you to just
forget about her, but...

...I don't see anyone else
doing that anytime soon,

considering
what she did.

Oh, we've all done things.

Yes,
but before we got here,

before we understood...

we were cowards
about it.

We don't... we don't
get to have big hearts.

Remember that.

Wh-what is this?

You'll find out.

You are gonna want to pay
close attention to this.

Ohm

No, no, no, no!

Why?

I didn't do anything.

I found
this little souvenir

tucked away in your desk.

I-I-I don't know
what that is.

Unh!

You...

left the door open
and let my puppy out.

Mnh-mnh.

You knew Sherry
hated Daryl being here,

so you let him out for her,
be the hero.

Then you could
move in.

That...

is some weaselly shit
right there.

But I didn't.
She's the one who ran...

Oh, she ran?

You know
why she ran?!

Because she knew
I would blame her, which...

I did.

But, see, Sherry told
Dwighty boy the whole story

right before
she was torn apart.

A super hot girl,
horrifically killed

because of your greedy,
delusional,

tiny little prick.

It's not true.
Dwight?

He's lying about it.
I would never do that.

Why? Why?
Why would he do that?

Why would he intentionally
try to hurt you?

Sherry's gone.

And if he's lying...

and she's out there,
I will find her.

And then I will burn
the other side of his face off

until he dies.

So, what was he gonna get
out of this?

No.

No.

You see,
I know my Dwighty boy.

See, all he needed...

was one more night
in the hole,

get his head
screwed on straight.

It worked before,
and it worked now.

Ain't that right,
Dwight?

Oh, yeah.

No, please.

No, please.

Please, please, please!

Oh, Jesus,
don't burn me.

Please!

Please!

No.

No, no, please!

Now you know
I hate this shit.

Just tell me you did it
and that you're sorry,

and I don't have to do this.

Yes.

Yes, I did it...
all of it.

Sorry.
I'm so sorry.

Please...

I'm sorry.

That's all
you had to say.

That is all
you had to say.

A good thing we got
a spare Dr. Carson.

I trust you, Dwighty boy.

I never shoulda doubted you.

Sherry was
one of my favorites.

I'm sorry.

I'm not.

Hoo.

Ice-cold.

I love it.

Come.

Hello.

Are you all right?

Better than that.

You can call next,
but it might be a while.

Oh.

Did you make
the pills?

I did.

But you can't
have them.

Amber's counting on us.

We told her
that you were gonna help us,

- and she says that she...
- Pump your brakes, Red.

Do not insult
my intelligence, Frankie.

Said pills
aren't for Amber.

Said pills
are for Negan.

That's why
you wanted two.

Didn't he kill
your friends?

Several.

But I imagine we killed
about 30 or so of his.

Turnabout
and all that.

Give us the pills
or we'll tell Negan about it.

We'll tell him that
it was your idea to make them

and that you tried
to get us to help.

That would be a tactical error
on your part.

They'll believe me
over you

for the same reason he believed
Dwight over the doctor.

You're replaceable to him.

I, on the other hand,
am not.

You're a coward.

You're a coward.

That is a correct assessment.

May I come in?

So, how you
liking it here?

Are we doing right
by Dr. Smarty-pants?

You know,
Frankie and Tanya...

nothing but good things
to say about you.

It's all right.

I get it.

I know how hard it can be
to accept change,

to get on
the right team.

But I need you
to understand something.

I do not make this invitation
to everyone.

And I sure as shit

do not make it lightly.

Hey!

Hey!

You do not need
to be scared anymore.

You don't need
to be scared.

You just have to answer me
one question.

And it's a big one.

Who are...

I'm Negan.

I'm utterly, completely,
stone-cold Negan.

I was Negan
before I even met you.

I just needed
to meet you properly to know.

I'm Negan.

Hey,
be careful with that.

Hey, you want to get burned
by molten metal?

'Cause that's exactly how
you get burned by molten metal.

Regarding me
clamping down...

You on board?

I am.
Just like you.

Don't know
if you recall my handle...

I don't.

Eugene.

You're Dwight.

We are Negan.

Yeah.