All language subtitles for The.Walking.Dead.S08E12.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG

Welcome home, dwighty boy.

I gotta say,

it is damn good having you back.

See, things gotta get done.

I need my top guys
out in front acing that shit.

Thanks.

Had yourself a close call,

ihean

I got ambushed.

I took this.

The rest didn't walk away.

Well, until...

I got to the woods, kept going.

You know,
I headed toward hilltop.

I figured our people would be

putting up a blockade
sooner or later.

Good job.

But we pulled the blockade.

Have to let the mice
play a little,

'cause, you know...

Our people need
to get their business in order.

You'll see.

So, why don't you just
slug a beer,

put on your best vest,
and get your ass downstairs,

'cause like I said...

We got work.

Negan: Get 'em good.

It's all right
if they spill out.

I'm gonna gather up the jackpots
for refreshers,

and guts is guts.

Push it in nice and deep.

That's the stuff.

Holy damn!

This is gonna be
all kinds of awesome.

Once the hilltop just feels the
tip of what we are packin'...

They are gonna drop
to their knees iickety-split.

Simon: Yes, sir. Ha ha.

Simon: Listen up!

Today is about
scaring these people.

We're not going for head shots,
just flesh wounds.

Hit a few, leave 'em iivin',
let 'em turn.

But don't kill 'em.

Negan's handling
his own transport,

so you can ride with me.

Well, I'm gonna scout ahead,

see if anything's
coming our way.

Well, considerate thought,

but we got scouts scouting,
right?

Far more expendable soldiers
than you,

which is not to say
you're expendable... at all.

Listen, ride with me,

we make sure
you're up to speed on the plan.

It's what negan wants,

so I don't know
why we're still jawing.

He says, we do.

You look beautiful, baby.

Come here, sweetheart.

You know, I...

I look around and...

I think about the people
that are gone...

And the people
that are still here.

It ain't right.

And it ain't fair.

Look, about"

what I did at sanctuary,

trying to end it real quick...

I just wanted it done.

I didn't want
to give them another chance,

not again.

And I didn't care who was there.

I don't know
if that makes it right or...

It does.

I didn't want to risk
killing innocent people.

I should've just been
worrying about our people.

Hell with anyone else.

We'll keep fighting...

Until you're ready.

I'm ready.

Maggie's got lookouts out there.

Every half-mile,

waiting to signal each other,
I know.

Yeah. I'm going, too.

To make sure we're all ready.

I'll go with you.

We should split up.

We're covering as much ground
as we can.

All right.

I'm okay.

Yeah?

Okay.

I'm gonna be okay.

Daryl...

Thank you...

For getting them here.

Think he'll come back from this?

Have you come back?

I just keep going.

Yeah.

They will, too.

It'll be harder
after we finish this,

when it's quiet.

Not if negan's dead.

Not for me, at least.

Not for me, either.

What do you make of this, d?

This?

This. Our little road trip?

Opportunity to close.
Nothing wrong with that.

Come on, d.

Let's rap here.

Let's get candid.

Let's get weird.

There's nobody here
but us chickens.

Top guy to top guy,

I just want to know if,
in your analysis,

you believe these people
are gonna cower and cave

after we deliver what amounts
to yet another warning.

- Don't get paid to think.
- Not true.

Not true.

I value
your perspective, Dwight.

You've been
on both sides of the iron.

Well,
if you're not gonna answer,

let me extemporaneously express

that I have my doubts
this little maneuver

is going to deliver
the desired outcome.

You think
we should do it different?

No. No, no.

Not at all.

The big man's plan
will get it done,

no question.

We've thrown a lot at Rick,

the widow, the king,

and they just keep coming,
keep fighting...

You've seen it, I've seen it.

Tallying it up,
I keep seeing the same answer...

They don't scare.

I don't know
what the hell it is.

"If you fill the crates
with food or phonograph records,

I will gladly exchange them
for a key to your future"?

It lists coordinates
for our meeting spot.

This isn't the saviors.

They'd blow through the gates,

make a big show.

This isn't that.

I wouldn't put
nothin' past them.

Well, if it is a trap,
it's kind of obvious.

Which is
what could make it a trap.

What if...

What if it's someone
who actually wants to help?

If someone is trying to help us
and we miss out,

we miss out.

If somebody's trying to kill us,

we die.

Not if we're careful.

Being careful is staying here.

I'll go.

- I'll see what's up.
- You go, I go.

- Rick wants us here.
- I know.

But the last time
we took a chance like this,

it changed everything.

Rick didn't agree with me then.

He may not understand me now.

He won't.

But eventually, he will.

He will.

Jesus and the others
have been scavenging,

and we're still starving.

Maybe this person does have
something that can help.

Then, I'm coming with you.

Okay.

I'll grab records,
case this is real.

You get extra clips
in case it isn't.

Man: If you see 'em coming,
hit your horn.

That'll start the handoff.

Stick to the plan, don't engage.

Arat: The hell was that?

That was negan's car.

Jesus, it was.

Damn it!

You see it? Yeah, someone pegged him...
Pegged him good.

Looked like just one guy,
from what I could tell.

Anyone see which way he went?

Just tell them to pipe down!

Stay icy.

May be more of them out there.

Keep guards up, scan your Lane.

We could have company.

Let's go.

Whoa! Stand down.

No runnin' off without a plan.

Car hit negan's,
pushed him off the road.

They headed that way.
Couldn't have gotten far.

Then, what are we waiting for?

It was just one driver.

It's nothing
negan can't handle on his own.

But just in case,

Dwight and I'll go check it out.

- All right, we can back you up and...
- No.

This might be a ploy
to divide our forces,

and we're not
gonna let that happen,

not when we're so close
to the master stroke.

I turned my truck to make sure
no one comes in this way.

Gary, I want you to do the same
down that end.

You're in charge.

Keep everyone in tight,
create a perimeter,

cut down anything
that comes close.

Shall we locate our benefactor?

Hyah!

Hey, prick.

You are out of bullets.

Come on up.

Lucille!

Oh, you asshole.

Michonne: Okay.

My name is Georgie,

and these are my friends,
hilda and midge.

And you are?

Suspicious.

But curious enough

to see what I have to offer
for food and music.

I do hope the records are music.

I don't accept spoken word.

If you're out here,

you know
you can take care of yourselves,

and I like that.

I don't care
to share this with the weak.

Good.

Enid.

None for me.

Give us what you have.

I'm afraid I can't do that.

I come bearing knowledge
to trade...

Essential knowledge
for the future,

primarily in my head,

and, uh, I prefer
to keep that where it is.

You're trading knowledge.

That's what I have.

I've made the same offer
before...

Fill the crates,
get the knowledge...

Simple as that.

It's not a trick,
just a fair trade.

I promise you.

It's an act of benevolence.

Why would you do that?

What else should I do?

Rosita.

Uh, what's in there
isn't part of the deal.

There is no deal.

How many communities
have you found?

Communities like yours?

Not many at all.

And not one
for a very long time.

What you have
is special, unusual.

The dead have brought out
our best and worst,

and the worst has been
outpacing the best lately,

but that won't last forever.

It won't.

If, perhaps, people can
believe in people again,

four crates of goods
is worth far less

than a sustainable future

and perhaps
an exercise in trust.

I know...

"Trust" probably sounds like
a made-up word now,

like flibberschticky.

Or klompf.

Or moisture.

Enid: Stop.

This isn't real.

No way anyone survives

going around
doing what you say you're doing.

But we do.

And we will,
because I can divine

that you are a fine group,

manners notwithstanding.

We can make a deal.

These people and their Van

are coming with us
back to hilltop.

You still alive?

I'm a goddamn cat.

Come on, baby.

Where are you?

So, where's your people?

They should be here by now.

We didn't get that far.

Oh, they're coming.

This is where you die...

In the dark, all alone.

What the hell
is your problem, Rick?

Huh?

I mean, I know you're
working through some shit...

The worst kind of shit, I know...

But if you aren't the most
stubborn know-it-all prick

I've ever crossed dicks with...

Why didn't you just
let me save you, Rick?

I'm good at it.

I saved everybody
at the sanctuary,

the outpost, hilltop, kingdom...

I saved them all.

Their kids...

Can grow up safe.

They didn't lose one
after we took over.

All those people

were doing just fine
before Rick grimes!

You've not only failed your boy,

you failed your people, Rick.

Kind of makes me sick
just thinking about it.

All that wasted potential.

But, see,
there is still hope for you.

A one-time deal that I will make

in the memory
of your bad-ass son,

someone that
I actually respected.

You get hilltop, kingdom,
Alexandria to fall in line,

and our arrangement
is back in place,

and you are forgiven, Rick.

I will lower my take
from 50% to 25%...

A lousy 25%.

But you,
you got to come work for me.

Janitorial to start...
Not bad at all.

Your people,

they get to live like 75% kings!

Now, that is an epic freakin'
Christmas-hanukah-kwanzaa gift

all rolled up into one,

considering what a Thorn
in my ass cheek you've all been.

Now, why would I trust
any deal offered to me

after what you did
to jadis' people?

The hell are you talking about?

The scavengers.

You killed them... all of them.

A whole community
just wiped out.

Is that how you "save" people?

Son of a bitch.

Still just me and you...

Even though plenty of
your people must've seen you go.

See... see, it's times like this,

you realize
who your true friends are.

No one's coming for you.

You must've thought about it,

clipping him yourself.

You mean when he took my wife?

Or burned my face?

No.

Never thought about that.

Not once.

But you didn't
because you chose to survive

instead of focusing on
past discomforts.

You are an adult.

You did what you had to to live.

And yet our leader
is not doing the same.

If it was my call...

We'd say enough.

We'd branch out,
we'd find new places,

we'd make new relationships.

We'd make sure
the saviors survive,

as you chose to.

And we'd move on
from past discomforts as you...

Wisely chose to.

Well, here I am,

my nuts blowin' in the breeze,

naked as a jaybird.

What do you say?

Just move on?

Just move on.

Could be his.

Or the bucket
he brought with him.

He could be anywhere,
alive or dead.

Somewhere in between.

Just 'cause he walked away

doesn't mean he's breathing.

We can keep looking,

maybe find him
more alive than dead,

but then what?

We could face
a distasteful moment.

Or we could walk away.

Get back to our people

and make things even better.

This is a critical point
in our history, Dwight.

This is something we could
tell our grandkids about.

Good answer.

The handoff horn started up

but no confirmation hits.

Saviors could've
slowed their roll.

Let 'em.
We'll slow 'em down more.

That's good.

Be dark soon.

Get people ready.

You know what to do.

We should make the deal
and let them go

before the saviors get here.

I can't let her go,

not with what they have.

I got too many mouths to feed.

They have crates of food
in that Van.

People here
could be starving soon.

Maggie's right.

We take their stuff.

Otherwise, someone else will.

Someone else will kill them.

It's a miracle
they're still alive, anyways.

The saviors are on their way.

We're gonna fight,
and some of us will die,

so why should we give a shit

about people who don't
give a shit about themselves?

I mean, out there,
living like that?

We take their stuff,
and we use it.

We stop pretending
that things just work out.

They don't.

Carl rescued siddiq,

and now we have doctor,

and we have a friend.

Carl was brave.

And now he's dead.

Step back.

Maggie:
Things don't just work out.

No, they don't.

But I think he knew that.

He didn't give up
on who Rick wanted him to be.

And we can't

on who he wanted us to be.

We can't.

Rick: What you have...

Oh, that was never gonna last.

Sooner or later,

you were gonna meet
someone like me.

You can't save me

or my people or even yours.

You can't save anyone,

because you don't care
aboutanyone.

You use people to bring food...

To sleep with you...

To protect you.

The only thing you care about...

Is this bat.

You can't even save that.

I'll make you a deal.

I'll let you kiss her goodbye.

Don't you touch her!

Come and get her.

Shit, no!

Get your hands off of her.

Negan: Goddamn psychopath...

You're gonna kill us both.

Long as it's you first.

Aah!

No spoken word?

I'm agreeing to your deal.

We'll fill your four crates,
then you can go.

You're gonna want that
to be sooner than later.

I accept.

But I'm changing the terms.

This one, no more.

In addition,

you can have a sizeable portion
of my food stores.

From the looks
of things around here,

you need it far more than we do.

You're giving us food?

In exchange for what?

Records and good faith.

To be clear,

this isn't a gift, it's barter.

I'll be back.

Maybe not for a while,
but I will,

and by then,
I expect great things.

Here...

Is the aforementioned
key to a future.

Inside, there are
handwritten plans for windmills,

watermills, silos,
hand-drawn schematics,

guides to refining grain,
creating lumber, aqueducts...

A book
of medieval human achievement

so we may have a future
from our past.

Yes, I know,
the originals are in my head,

but I made photocopies.

Still, it's been
an evolving document

since the copy shop.

Thank you.

Build this place up.

I want those other crates filled
when I get back...

Cheeses for hilda,
pickles for midge.

We'll see what we can do.

You will.

I killed natania.

She was out there trying to kill
anyone she came across,

and we came across her.

So I killed her, and I'm alive,

and Carl saved someone,
and he's dead.

How the hell
are we supposed to do this?

Are we supposed to
just stop fighting?

I don't think Carl wanted us
to stop fighting for our future.

But I think he was telling us
that, to get to our future,

it's gonna take
more than just fighting.

The saviors
are coming right now.

And we're gonna fight them.

But there's gotta be
something after.

Man: He's not with them.

Where's negan?

Gone.

You couldn't find him?

Just blood.

Now what, hmm?

What are we supposed to do now?

Who are you?

Negan.

Who?!

Negan!

I am negan!

Damn right you are!

We all are!

Don't matter
if the big man ain't here.

We're still negan.

We don't know
if he's "gone" gone.

He could very well be back.

Our plan... negan's plan...
Was to go on to hilltop

and put the fear of god
in these people

so that, finally,
once and for all,

they get with the program.

But after what just happened,
what they did to negan,

that tells me that what we need
from them is beyond them.

It's time
we come to accept that.

And once we do,
it'll become crystal clear

there's only one thing left
for us to do.

We must expunge them.

We must redact them!

They are a mistake
that we shall now erase.

We are moving on.

For negan!

Yes?

For negan!

Well, shit.

Shut up.