Original subtitles

- ( birds chirping )

- ( bugs chittering )

Boy: Mom!

Right here.

( pots rattling )

Any luck?

How do we tell if they're poison?

Uh, there's only

one sure way I know of.

Ask Shane when he gets back?

Yeah, you've got it.

Thank you.

Dale, I'm heading out.

Sweetheart, I want you to stay

where Dale can see you, okay?

Yes, Mom.

Dale: You too.

Don't wander too far.

Stay within shouting distance.

And if you see anything, holler.

I'll come running.

( softly)

Yes, Mom.

( bugs chittering )

( leaves rustle )

( bird wings flap )

- ( branch snaps )

- ( gasps )

( wings flap )

( branches snapping )

- ( gasps )

- ( panting )

Shh shh shh

shh shh shh shh.

- ( chuckles )

- You scared the hell out of me.

I bet. That's what you get

for keeping me waiting.

I was trying to be quiet.

- Where you been?

- Amy the mushroom queen--

I had to wait

for her to get back.

- How much time we have?

- Enough.

( moans )

( both moaning )

- Come here.

- Okay.

( both grunting )

( theme music playing )

( zombies growling, moaning )

- ( radio beeping, hissing )

- ( pounding )

Man on radio:

Hey, are you alive in there?

( thuds, grunts )

- Hello? Hello?

- ( man sighs ) There you are.

You had me wondering.

Where are you? Outside?

Can you see me right now?

Man:

Yeah, I can see you.

You're surrounded by walkers.

That's the bad news.

There's good news?

- Man: No.

- Listen, whoever you are,

I don't mind telling you

I'm a little concerned in here.

Man: Oh man.

You should see it from over here.

You'd be having a major freak-out.

Got any advice for me?

Man:

Yeah, I'd say make a run for it.

That's it? "Make a run for it"?

Man: My way's not

as dumb as it sounds.

You've got eyes

on the outside here.

There's one geek still up on the tank

but the others have climbed down

and joined the feeding frenzy

where the horse went down.

- With me so far?

- So far.

Okay, the street on the other side

of the tank is less crowded.

If you move now while they're

distracted, you stand a chance.

- You got ammo?

- In that duffel bag

I dropped out there,

and guns. Can I get to it?

Man: Forget the bag, okay?

It's not an option.

- What do you have on you?

- Hang on.

( gun clicks, clatters )

Yeah. Yeah.

I've got a Beretta with one clip,

- 15 rounds.

- Make 'em count.

Jump off the right side of the tank,

keep going in that direction.

There's an alley up the street,

maybe 50 yards.

Be there.

Hey, what's your name?

Have you been listening?

You're running out of time.

Right.

( breathing heavily)

( growling )

( groans )

- Ah!

- ( zombies moaning )

( gunshots )

Whoa! Not dead!

Come on! Come on!

Back here!

Come on! Come on!

( gunshot )

What are you doing?! Come on!

( growling )

Come on, get up.

( both panting )

Nice moves there,

Clint Eastwood.

You the new sheriff come riding

in to clean up the town?

- It wasn't my intention.

- Yeah, whatever. Yeehaw.

You're still a dumbass.

Rick. Thanks.

Glenn. You're welcome.

Oh no.

( growling )

The bright side:

it'll be the fall that kills us.

I'm a glass-half-full kind of guy.

Rick: Are you the one

that barricaded the alley?

Somebody did--

I guess when the city got overrun.

Whoever did it was thinking

not many geeks would get through.

Back at the tank, why'd you stick

your neck out for me?

Call it foolish, naive hope

that if I'm ever

that far up Shit Creek,

somebody might

do the same for me.

Guess I'm an even bigger

dumbass than you.

I'm back. Got a guest

plus four geeks in the alley.

( zombies growling )

- Glenn: Let's go!

- ( men grunting )

Man:

Morales, let's go!

Woman: You son of a bitch.

We ought to kill you.

- Just chill out, Andrea. Back off.

- Come on, ease up.

Andrea: Ease up?

You're kidding me, right?

We're dead because

of this stupid asshole.

Andrea, I said

back the hell off.

Or pull the trigger.

We're dead--all of us--

because of you.

I don't understand.

Look, we came into the city

to scavenge supplies.

You know what the key

to scavenging is? Surviving!

You know the key to surviving?

Sneaking in and out, tiptoeing.

Not shooting up the streets

like it's the O.K. Corral.

Every geek for miles around

heard you popping off rounds.

You just rang the dinner bell.

Morales:

Get the picture now?

( growling )

Andrea: Oh God.

What the hell were you

doing out there anyway?

Trying to flag the helicopter.

Man: Helicopter?

Man, that's crap.

- There ain't no damn helicopter.

- Woman: You were chasing

a hallucination,

imagining things. It happens.

I saw it.

Morales: Hey, T-Dog, try that CB.

Can you contact the others?

Others? The refugee center?

Yeah, the refugee center. They've got

biscuits waiting at the oven for us.

Got no signal.

Maybe the roof.

- ( gun firing )

- Oh no. Was that Dixon?

- Woman: What is that maniac doing?

- Morales: Come on, let's go.

( gun firing )

- Hey, Dixon, are you crazy?!

- ( Dixon laughing )

- ( gun fires )

- Andrea: Oh jeez.

Huh? Hey! You ought to be

more polite to a man with a gun!

Huh? Ah!

Only common sense.

( laughing )

Man, you wasting bullets

we ain't even got, man!

And you're bringing even more of them

down on our ass! Man, just chill.

Hey, bad enough I've got

this taco-bender on my ass all day.

Now I'm gonna

take orders from you?

I don't think so, bro.

That'll be the day.

"That'll be the day"?

You got something

- you want to tell me?

- Hey, T-Dog man, just leave it.

- No.

- All right? It ain't worth it.

Now, Merle, just relax, okay?

We've got enough trouble.

- Merle: You want to know the day?

- Yeah.

I'll tell you the day, Mr. "Yo."

It's the day I take orders

- from a nigger.

- Mother--

Morales:

Hey, come on, Merle. That's enough.

- Andrea: Okay, come on. Come on.

- ( all shouting )

Andrea: Dixon! Dixon!

Morales:

Whoa, cut it out, man!

Andrea: Stop it!

Dixon, come on! Get off him!

Dixon, you're gonna hurt him.

Morales:

Merle, cut it out!

( grunts )

No no no, please. Please.

( thunder rumbling )

( T-Dog grunting )

- ( yells )

- ( grunts )

Yeah! All right!

We're gonna have ourselves

a little powwow, huh?

Talk about who's in charge.

I vote me. Anybody else?

Huh? Democracy time, y'all.

Show of hands, huh?

All in favor? Huh?

Come on. Let's see 'em.

Andrea:

Oh, come on.

All in favor?

Yeah. That's good.

Yeah, that means

I'm the boss, right?

Yeah. Anybody else?

- Hmm? Anybody?

- Rick: Yeah.

( grunting )

- Who the hell are you, man?!

- Officer Friendly.

Look here, Merle.

Things are different now.

There are no niggers anymore.

No dumb-as-shit,

inbred white-trash fools either.

Only dark meat

and white meat.

There's us and the dead.

We survive this

by pulling together,

- not apart.

- Screw you, man.

I can see you make a habit

of missing the point.

Yeah? Well, screw you twice.

Ought to be polite

to a man with a gun.

Only common sense.

You wouldn't. You're a cop.

All I am anymore

is a man looking

for his wife and son.

Anybody gets in the way

of that is gonna lose.

I'll give you a moment

to think about that.

( pats )

Got some on your nose there.

What are you gonna do?

Arrest me?

( laughs )

Hey! Dude, what are you doing?

Man, that's my stuff!

Hey! ( grunts )

If I get loose,

you'd better pray--

yeah, you hear me, you pig?!

- You hear me?!

- Yeah, your voice carries.

Merle:

You hear me, you filthy pig?!

You're not Atlanta P.D.

- Where you from?

- Up the road a ways.

( chuckles ) Well, Officer Friendly

from up the road a ways,

- welcome to the big city.

- ( thunder rumbling )

( zombies moaning )

God, it's like

Times Square down there.

- Morales: How's that signal?

- T-Dog: Like Dixon's brain-- weak.

Morales:

Keep trying.

Andrea:

Why? There's nothing they can do.

Not a damn thing.

Got some people

outside the city is all.

There's no refugee center.

That's a pipe dream.

Rick: Then she's right.

We're on our own.

It's up to us to find a way out.

Merle:

Good luck with that.

These streets ain't safe in this part

of town from what I hear.

Ain't that right, sugar tits?

Hey, honeybunch,

what say you get me

out of these cuffs,

we go off somewhere

and bump some uglies?

- Gonna die anyway.

- I'd rather.

Rug muncher.

I figured as much.

"The streets ain't safe."

Now there's an understatement.

What about under the streets?

The sewers?

Morales: Oh man.

Hey, Glenn, check the alley.

You see any manhole covers?

- ( growling )

- ( thunder rumbling )

No, must be all out on the street

where the geeks are.

Maybe not. Old building like this

built in the '20s--

big structures often had

drainage tunnels into the sewers

in case of flooding

down in the subbasements.

- Glenn: How do you know that?

- It's my job-- was.

I worked in the city zoning office.

Morales:

This is it? Are you sure?

Glenn: I really scoped this place

out the other times I was here.

It's the only thing

in the building that goes down.

But I've never gone down it.

Who'd want to, right?

Oh. Great.

- We'll be right behind you.

- No, you won't. Not you.

Why not me? Think I can't?

I wasn't--

Speak your mind.

Look, until now

I always came here by myself--

in and out, grab a few things--

no problem.

The first time I bring a group--

everything goes to hell.

No offense.

If you want me to go down

this gnarly hole, fine--

but only if we do it my way.

It's tight down there. If I run into

something and have to get out quick,

I don't want you all jammed up

behind me getting me killed.

I'll take one person--

not you either.

You've got Merle's gun

and I've seen you shoot.

I'd feel better

if you were out in that store

watching those doors,

covering our ass.

You've got the only other gun,

so you should go with him.

You be my wingman.

Jacqui stays here.

Something happens,

yell down to us,

- get us back up here in a hurry.

- Okay.

Okay, everybody knows their jobs.

( water splashing )

( rats squeaking )

- ( rat squeals )

- Dah!

( zombies banging, growling )

Sorry for the gun in your face.

People do things

when they're afraid.

Not that it was entirely unjustified.

You did get us into this.

If I get us out,

would that make up for it?

No. But it'd be a start.

Next time though,

take the safety off.

It won't shoot otherwise.

- Oh.

- Is that your gun?

It was a gift. Why?

Little red dot means

it's ready to fire.

You may have occasion to use it.

Good to know.

- T-Dog: Anybody out there?

- ( thunder rumbling )

Hello? Anybody read?

I'm hoping to hear

somebody's voice,

'cause I'm getting sick

and tired of hearing mine.

Yeah, well, that makes two of us.

Why don't you knock

that crap off?

You're giving me

a headache, boy.

Why don't you pull

your head out of your ass?

Maybe your headache

will go away.

- ( Merle chuckles )

- Try some positivity for a change.

- Damn.

- I'll tell you what--

you get me out of these cuffs

and I'll be all "Sammy Sunshine"

positive for you.

Hey, see that hacksaw

over there in that toolbag?

Get it for me, hmm?

Make it worth your while.

What do you say, man?

Come on.

Get me out of these things.

So you can beat my ass again?

Or call me nigger some more?

Come on now. It wasn't personal.

It's just that your kind

and my kind ain't meant to mix.

That's all.

It don't mean we can't...

work together,

parley, as long as there's

some kind of mutual gain involved.

So... about that hacksaw--

I guess you want me to get

that rifle over there too

so you can shoot that cop

when he comes back up, huh?

- Huh.

- ( door clangs )

( rats squeaking )

Morales: Yeah, we've got

ourselves a sewer tunnel.

Jacqui was right.

Can we cut through it?

Morales: If we had

a blowtorch and half a day, sure.

Dale's hacksaw sure

as hell won't do it.

- ( rats squeaking )

- ( crunching )

( growling )

( zombies banging, growling )

Andrea: Mmm.

See something you like?

Not me, but I know

someone who would--

my sister.

She's still such a kid

in some ways.

Unicorns, dragons--

she's into all that stuff.

But mermaids--they rule.

She loves mermaids.

Why not take it?

There's a cop staring at me.

( chuckles )

Would it be considered looting?

I don't think those rules

apply anymore. Do you?

( glass shatters )

- What did you find down there?

- Not a way out.

We need to find a way...

soon.

( thunder rumbling )

That construction site, those trucks--

they always keep keys on hand.

Morales: You'll never

make it past the walkers.

You got me out of that tank.

Yeah, but they were feeding.

They were distracted.

Rick:

Can we distract them again?

Merle: Right. Listen to him.

He's onto something.

A diversion,

like on "Hogan's Heroes."

- God. Give it a rest.

- They're drawn by sound, right?

Right, like dogs.

They hear a sound, they come.

- Rick: What else?

- Aside from they hear you?

They see you, smell you

and if they catch you, they eat you.

- They can tell us by smell?

- Glenn: Can't you?

They smell dead, we don't.

It's pretty distinct.

If bad ideas

were an Olympic event,

- this would take the gold.

- He's right.

Just stop, okay?

Take some time to think this through.

How much time? They already

got through one set of doors,

that glass won't hold forever.

( zombies growling )

( sighs )

Wayne Dunlap.

Georgia license.

Born in 1979.

He had $28 in his pocket

when he died...

and a picture of a pretty girl.

"With love, from Rachel."

He used to be like us--

worrying about bills

or the rent or the Super Bowl.

If I ever find my family,

I'm gonna tell them about Wayne.

Glenn:

One more thing--

he was an organ donor.

- ( grunts )

- Oh!

- Madre de Dios!

- ( chopping )

Glenn:

Oh! God...

damn it!

- Oh God.

- Andrea: Oh.

- ( all groan )

- Morales: Dios!

Oh God.

( all groaning )

( groans )

Keep chopping.

( Glenn groaning )

- I am so gonna hurl.

- Later.

Andrea: Oh!

Everybody got gloves?

Don't get any on your skin

or in your eyes.

( all groaning )

Glenn:

Oh God!

Oh jeez.

Oh, this is bad.

This is really bad.

Think about something else--

puppies and kittens.

Dead puppies and kittens.

( vomiting )

That is just evil.

What is wrong with you?

Next time let

the cracker beat his ass.

- T-Dog: I'm sorry, yo.

- Glenn: You suck!

- Do we smell like them?

- Oh yeah.

Glenn.

Just in case.

If we make it back, be ready.

What about Merle Dixon?

Rick:

Give me the axe.

- We nee-- we need more guts.

- Andrea: Oh God!

( door creaks )

( zombies moaning )

( growling )

( zombies groaning )

Merle:

Hey, what's happening, man?

Morales:

Hey, T-Dog, try that CB.

Merle: Hey, come on.

Talk to me, y'all.

Base camp, this is T-Dog.

Anybody hear me?

Can anybody out there hear me?

- There.

- ( thunder rumbling )

That asshole is out on the street

with the handcuff keys?

Boy, that hose isn't long

for this world, is it?

Man: No sir.

Dale: Where the hell are

we gonna find a replacement?

It's late. They should've

been back by now.

Worrying won't make it better.

- Shane: Attaboy.

- Carl: Yeah.

Shane:

And three, two, one-- pull it.

- Carl: Ah!

- ( both laugh )

Shane:

Start it over.

Make your "P" the other way--

around your finger.

- Oops.

- Good, just tie it around your finger.

Attaboy.

- ( radio squawking )

- T-Dog: Hello, base camp!

Can anybody out there hear me?

Base camp, this is T-Dog.

Anybody hear me?

Hello? Hello?

Reception's bad on this end.

- Repeat. Repeat.

- Shane, is that you?

Is that them?

- ( static )

- T-Dog: We're in some deep shit.

We're trapped in

the department store.

He say they're trapped?

T-Dog: There are geeks

all over the place. Hundreds of 'em.

We're surrounded.

T-Dog, repeat that last. Repeat.

( static )

- ( radio stops )

- He said the department store.

Dale:

I heard it too.

- Lori: Shane?

- No way.

We do not go after them.

We do not risk

the rest of the group.

- Y'all know that.

- So we're just gonna leave her there?

Look, Amy, I know that

this is not easy--

She volunteered to go

to help the rest of us.

I know, and she knew

the risks, right?

See, if she's trapped, she's gone.

So we just have to

deal with that.

There's nothing we can do.

She's my sister,

you son of a bitch.

- ( thunder rumbling )

- Lori: Amy...

Come on.

It's all right, buddy.

( moaning )

( whispers )

It's gonna work. I can't believe it.

Don't draw attention.

( growling )

( growling )

( rain pattering )

Oh man.

( thunder crashes )

It's just a cloudburst.

We get 'em all the time.

It'll pass real quick.

( growling )

The smell's washing off. Isn't it?

- Is it washing off?

- No, it's not.

- Well, maybe.

- ( roars )

Oh shit! Run!

( zombies roaring )

Come on, come on, come on.

( gunshots )

Rick!

( engine starts )

Go go go go!

( tires screech )

They're leaving us.

- No. No no no no no.

- Dixon: What? What? What do you mean?

- Where they going? Where they going?

- No no, come back.

Oh God. Oh God.

They're all over that place!

You need to draw them away.

Those roll-up doors

at the front of the store--

that area?

--that's what I need cleared.

Raise your friends. Tell them

to get down there and be ready.

And I'm drawing the geeks away how?

I--I missed that part.

Noise.

( car alarm blaring )

( engine revving )

( tires screech )

Those roll-up doors

at the front of the store

facing the street--

meet us there and be ready.

( alarm continues )

- Morales: Come on! Let's go, let's go!

- Hey, you can't leave me here!

I'm not fooling, man! Morales!

- Hey, man! Don't do this, Morales!

- Andrea: Come on!

Hey, that's my gun!

You guys just can't leave me!

- Don't leave me here, you guys!

- Morales, come on!

I'm coming!

We've gotta go!

Dixon: Morales!

You can't leave me like this, man!

Hey, T-Dog. No, man.

You can't leave me, man.

You can't leave me here--

not like this.

You can't, man. It's not human.

- Come on, don't do this.

- ( groans )

Come on, T. Come on!

Come on, yeah! Yeah!

Come on! Co--that's it!

Yes! Come on, baby!

- Come on.

- ( key clinking )

( clanging )

( zombies banging )

Go.

Son of a bitch!

You did that on purpose!

- I didn't mean to!

- You lie! You did it on purpose!

- It was an accident!

- Don't leave me, man!

- Don't leave me! Don't leave me!

- ( cuffs rattling )

- I'm sorry. Man, I'm sorry.

- ( yells ) You liar!

- God damn it! Don't leave me!

- I'm sorry.

Don't do it, man!

Damn you all!

Don't leave me, man!

- Don't leave--don't leave me!

- Ah!

Hey! What are you doing, man?

You're gonna rot in hell!

You're gonna

rot in hell!

- Come back, man!

- T-Dog: Wait a minute!

Here I come! Don't leave me!

Don't leave!

Okay. Okay.

I got it.

- ( car alarm blaring )

- Shh.

- What is that?

- ( car engine revving )

( tires screech )

Come on. Come on.

( zombies growling )

Get closer. Get closer.

Come on. Come on.

( tires screeching )

( glass shatters )

Hey, wait for me!

They're here! Let's go!

They're in here!

( bangs )

- T-Dog: Let's go!

- Andrea: Open the door!

- We've gotta go!

- Go!

( growling )

- I'm in!

- ( engine revving )

( tires screech )

( yells )

Damn it! Don't leave me!

You'll die!

Go to hell! Damn you!

( yells )

You'll rot in hell!

( yelling )

I dropped the damn key.

Where's Glenn?

( car alarm blaring )

- ( rock music playing )

- ♪ Now when I was a little boy ♪

♪ At the age of five ♪

♪ I had something in my pocket ♪

♪ Keeps a lot of folks alive... ♪

- Whoo-hoo-hoo! Yeah-hoo-hoo!

- ♪ Now I'm a man ♪

♪ Turnin' 21 ♪

♪ You know, baby ♪

♪ We can have a lot of fun ♪

♪ I'm a man ♪

- ♪ I spell M ♪

- ♪ M! ♪

- ♪ A ♪

- ♪ A! ♪

- ♪ N ♪

- ♪ N! ♪

- ♪ Whoa, I'm a man ♪

- ♪ Man! ♪