All language subtitles for The.Walking.Dead.S08E07.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

Rick: It's not too late for you.

My offer still stands.

You can join us...

Or you can die.

Turn.

Why?

Why the pictures?

Sculpt you, after.

After what?

After.

I'm well-aware you're the fifth columner.

Green duffel, red paint, workers' guns.

Doesn't require turing-grade decryption

to grok the truth that you're the traitor

creeping and colluding with ahk.

It's an acronym I've concocted...
Alexandria, hilltop, kingdom.

I considered going with kah,

but it remains
a hair too onomatopoeiac.

I've been charged
by no less than negan himself

with cracking the very calamity

you more than likely
had a heavy hand in creating.

So I need you to cease and desist

all betrayals and backstabbery,

fronting and Judas-ness a.S.A.P.

In exchange,
I offer to keep what I know

from negan and the others.

The saviors are finished.

Negan's finished.

And this place...

What it's been...

That's all over.

Food and water's runnin' low,
workers are angry,

the saviors, they're gettin' scared.

And this place is gonna fall,

and all you have to do
to be on the winning side

is to stand down.

All you have to do is nothing.

Wait.

Let it play out.

Can you do that?

You've seen what happens here...

Heard the screams...

Smelled the burning skin.

You don't got blood on your hands yet,

but that's comin'.

Once you do those things,
you become those things,

and there's no goin' back.

No forgettin' it.

What cranks my shaft is bein' safe.

And here, me bein' safe

means a whole lot
of other people are safe.

I think about that a great deal.

Yes, I'm negan...

And it ain't perfect,

but we are saviors.

We save.

Like I said...

Your cloak-and-dagger's on the qt.

All I ask is that you do nothin'
that results in harm

to anyone inside these walls,
and it'll stay that way.

What do you think?

A day.

Maybe two.

Dr. Carson: Eugene.

I could use a little help.
Can you come in?

He's getting worse.

It's an infection.

Maybe more than one.

It's attacking his organs.

It's only a matter of time
until one fails.

- Just wish we had some damn meds.
- Mm.

I wish he hadn't assisted

in the ill-conceived caper
to trap us in here.

I also wish for razzles,

but if wishes were horses and all that...

- What, you think this is his fault?
- It is.

Not the whole of it,
but he was a member of the campaign.

I do get it...

But I shan't forget it.

Would you sit with him?

How's that?

I'm gonna head to the marketplace,

see if they have any herbs down there,

try some eastern medicine on him.

He shouldn't be alone.

- And he's your friend.
- Traveling companion.

Okay. Do you want him to die?

I'll be back soon.

Sit.

You look worse than me.

I don't appreciate that,

because you look like
a potato and shit casserole.

Sit.

Are you gonna help me
get Dr. Carson out of here?

Given that this building
is currently surrounded

by a wilkes-barre of walkers,

I don't see an escape attempt
without putting to use

the same flawed technique of innards

which landed you
in your status-quo piss-poor condition.

What you may have forgotten
in your request

is that I am a small person
who does not stick his neck out

for anyone other than himself.

I stick firmly within my Lane

without any need for a signal,
hand or automatic.

All I want is for you
to do the right thing.

And what is said definition on that?

Can't say I ever sussed it out.

Right for some can be
downright horrific for others,

and knowing that has kept me vertical
when so many have gone horizontal.

It requires faith, trusting yourself.

Believing that god
is inside of you...

Guiding you...

And knowing that he has a plan
for all of us.

Is that so hard?

It's absurd.

Is it?

You're a man of science...

Who not too long ago would've found it

impossible to believe
that the dead could walk.

So maybe...

Maybe it's not impossible to believe

that you will know
what the right thing is

when the time comes.

And then...

You will... you'll act.

Man on radio: Got something.

Looked like a truck,
but I lost visual from the water tower.

It's one of ours.

Tanya, heho.

You said a week.
It's been a week.

Our deal? My boombox?

- Well, yes, I mean...
- Did you fix it?

A-Are you serious?

Yeah.

Well, it's not ready.

Our neck is
in the noose of the deceased,

and it is tightening
with every ticktock.

Are you not distressed
that we're trapped?

I was already trapped here.

You've got until tomorrow, Eugene,
and then we renegotiate.

Wait.

Would it be possible to take possession
of the second bottle

despite the delivery delinquency?

The deal was one bottle up front

and one bottle after you fix it.

I need it.

You making it into jet fuel or something?

I've taken to throwing 1.5 fluid ounces
down my gullet most p.M.S

as a necessary requirement

to catching
some increasingly elusive z's.

Ergo, I need the giggle juice.

I get it.

I need help sleeping, too.

I don't get it.

Yes, you do.

You help them, Eugene.

You help him.

I tried to stop this.

Me and Frankie, we came to you,

and we asked you for your help.

You could've changed this place
into something else,

something better.

But you took care of you,

and now you've got to live with that.

I hope this helps.

But it won't.

Negan wants you.

Tara: Our people are gonna be
at the sanctuary soon,

asking for their surrender.

We're almost there.

That's why we do it.

We make it happen.

So we cover you with crossfire
from the upper windows,

you crash the truck into the walkers

and through to the building.

Yep, crack it open, savior buffet.

Rosita: You know the workers
will make it away, up the stairs?

They're on the other side of the building.

- They should make it.
- You sure?

After we do this,
their only choice is to give up.

It's risky.
They could see the truck comin'.

There weren't any more weapons
at the saviors' warehouse, right?

No more rockets for the rpgs.

We work with what we got.

You got me.

Other snipers, too.

Saviors see you comin',
we got you covered,

whatever it takes.

I want it done.

I want them done.

Daryl: Good.

So, we doin' this or what?

W-Why don't we just wait it out
like we planned?

Michonne's right.

What you're talking about is risky.
Things could go bad.

The truck with the speakers
almost took all those walkers away.

It almost did go bad.
Something else could.

Even if it don't, we don't got
the kingdom fighters no more.

I mean, if the saviors
want to put up a fight,

we don't got the numbers
to make 'em surrender.

That's why Rick's talking
to the scavengers.

Tara: You got shot. They lied to us.

- You... you believe 'em now?
- I believe in Rick grimes.

I could've done something...

Sooner, to end this.

I knew about those weapons at oceanside,

and I waited.

I didn't do shit about it.

With or without you,
I'm not letting that happen again.

Then it's without me.

I'm out.

We got some cars parked
near the east-side lookout.

You can take one and go home.

You staying?

You good with all this?

I helped get this started.

Got to see it through.

You think it's easier
to come out here and risk

than to stay back there and wait.

And I get it...
I used to believe that, too.

Thing is sometimes,
you just have to wait.

Sometimes you don't get to know.

I just wish it didn't take

seeing Sasha walk out
of that coffin to realize it.

Daryl: Come on.

Let's go.

If things don't get fixed soon,

a lot of people are gonna die.

My people.

Not me, of course.

I'm iivin' no matter what.
I am too good at this shit.

But others... I can't have that.

I don't want to see people
get shot up, chewed up,

and chewing up the rest.

I don't want to see you
get eaten, Eugene.

This place, it's about pooling

and organizing strength.

And you...

My friend, are strong.

That spongy organ between your eyes
and your spectacular mullet

is strong,

and I just want to make sure
that you know...

That I know that.

Consider me made.

Our pages are utterly
and completely one and the same.

Eugene...

I was going for a handshake.

Stand up.

Now, I can see
where you'd be confused,

as I rarely do that shit.

A handshake is a sign of mutual respect.

Not many people get that from me.

There's work that needs getting to.

Hey, cut that engine.

Any closer,
you'll draw walkers from the yard.

Here.

You take fire from the windows,
we fire back.

Come on.

There's a spot for cover by the chutes.

You up for this?

I came here 'cause I wanted
to see things for myself.

I wanted to know
that things were gonna work.

But you know what?

I don't get to know that.

None of us do.

What I do know
is that things are working now.

So maybe...

We just need to trust

that things are gonna keep working,

because this...

What we're about to do...

It's not worth risking us.

It is for me.

Just is.

I hope it works.

I-I really, really do,

but I-I can't do it.

I just can't.

Then you shouldn't.

We got Morgan and the snipers.

We can do this.

Yeah.

We will.

Eugene:
Audio recording for transcription.

Emergency operations manual, first entry.

Countermeasure approach
for fence incursion.

High pop of undead, good 40,
50 deep to the former fence.

Note to accompany schematics
for audio glider emergency binder.

Audio glider activated for sound,

utilizing music as 96 decibel redirection,

drawing active deceased along with it
away from all exits,

allowing immediate free passage
for permanent redirection,

if successful.

Scratch the if...
When... when successful.

Hell, yes.

Dwight: Don't turn around.

I'm here.

I'm ready.

South lookout...

Ready for go.

Man on radio: East lookout, ready.

Woman on radio: North lookout, ready.

Man on radio #2: West lookout, ready.

Dwight:
Get up, back away from that thing.

Back away from it!

I'm attempting to save people, Dwight.

And killin' me is killin'
a great many innocents.

When this bird slips its surly bounds,

it's gonna pied Piper away
their cold corpses

and free this place.

And negan will kill Rick
and Daryl and Rosita

and all your old friends.

They're former traveling companions,
nothing more.

I'm working with them

to keep them and the people here alive.

We can get rid of negan.

Just negan.

And we're almost there.

Negan ain't the dyin' type, Dwight.

Oh, but you are, Eugene.

I am.

That's exactly why I've not yet
stepped back, as it were.

By my reckoning,
I have two selects on facin' my fate.

One, I abort launch on this glider,

don't free this place from
the stranglehold of cold teeth/tongues,

and negan will likely execute me

as what he considers to be
a personal favor.

Or I could go for
what's behind door number two,

take my chances being shot in the back

by a sometime-ally, despite any injury

I may have caused in the past

by delivering a chomp down
on your chode.

Now!

Daryl, you're clear to the south.

You and Tara should head home.

Let's go! Move it! Let's go!

Fall back! Move!

Move!

Fall back! Move! Move!

Move! Move!

The answer is no!

I will never, not on your Nelly,
be on board with your plan.

Your invite is declined.

I will not end up like Sasha or you.

You both made your choices,

what I imagine most will
calculate as the right thing,

rolled your d205 and came up dead

and seemingly soon to be.

I cannot do the same.

Now, judge me if you choose,
but I'm seeing 20 for 20,

I'm feeling ten for ten,
I'm receiving five by five

that staying safe means staying alive,

and I'm a-okay with doing
whatever it takes to lock that down.

So I will obey negan.

I will not cover for anyone's u-turn
on loyalties,

and I will damn well make sure that
Dr. Carson stays cozy,

comfy right here in case
I ever require his healing expertise!

And I won't feel bad about it.

Because I will survive.

It's in my biological imperative.

It's all I know how to do.

Negan: It'll take an ass-load of ammo.

It will.

Even with shot discipline
and p and q minding.

Can my bullet maker
fill my guns back up?

If you give my machines to me
or me to my machines...

That is an affirmative.

You do realize the storm of shit
I'm gonna dump on Rick

as soon as I am clear of
the shit storm he dumped on me.

I do, indeed.

Goddamn, Eugene.

How does it feel

to be the second-most
important person here?

How does it feel

to save these good people?

It feels great.

Got something else of urgency for you.

Another item solved.

More than a way out
and a promise of bullets on the way?

Jesus, Eugene, you are magnificent.

I am.

So, what is it?

Tell me.

What?

We have the stairs.

But the dead ones have the lower level...

The whole thing.

Not much longer.

See, Eugene has solved us
a way out of this mess.

And... he actually says he has a topper.

Yeah?

I think I could fix the intercom system.

Which, uh...

Would absolutely change the face
of communications here.

That's it?

Sorry.

That kind of thing, uh...

Well, cranks my shaft.

I'll leave you to the last action item.

Time for after.

Jadis: Subdue!

I'm walking out now,

and me walking out means all of you die.

My people... there's a lot of them...

Won't attack today, but we will attack.

You can play your games,
draw your pictures,

sculpt whatever shit you want,

but I am leaving!

After that...

Maybe you should just run.

We done?

Yes.

Join you.

What then?

The sanctuary is surrounded.

Walkers.

20 deep around the compound.

You'll come with me there...

We'll wait till the others meet us.

When they do,
we'll ask the lieutenants to surrender.

All of us, together.

Then I kill negan, me alone.

We have a deal?

After, saviors' things our things.

If yes, then yes.

It'll be all of ours. You'll get a fourth.

- Half.
- A fourth.

Fourth, and I sculpt you after.

Stand for me, those off.

These off, no sculpting.

My boots and my clothes now.

Founh.

Founh.

Snipers, report in.

This is Rick grimes.

Does anybody copy?