All language subtitles for The Walking Dead Daryl Dixon - 1x01

You deserve
a happy ending, too.

19 months at sea.

Hoping to stay ahead
of this thing.

Nowhere's safe.

We'll try Marseille next.

Maybe the south of France
is good.

There's got to be
a safe place somewhere.

Sue had a heart attack.

We had to let her go.

I had to... take care of it.

Our 10th anniversary
would've been in June.

Honey keeps crying.

She wants her mum back.

She wants peace,
the way they were.

She wants to go home.

My name's Daryl Dixon.

I come from a place called
the Commonwealth.

It's in America.

I went out looking
for something,

and all I found was trouble.

If I don't make it back,

I want them to know I tried.

Hell, I'm still trying.

Ah! Ah!

"God loves you."

Uh...
bonjour.

Bonjour.

Monsieur?

I'm sorry.
I don't understand you.

Hey!
You American guy.

You know, I speak
English very good.

What's crackin, noob?

My, uh, grandfather,
he hurt the ankle.

Only...
Only small English, him.

Hello.

You got medical?

We trade you for apple or, um,
um, a rabbit, maybe.

Very good, rabbit.

Merci. Merci.

Food there.

So, where are you going to?

Back where I came from.

- Across the ocean?
- Yeah.

I'm Maribelle.

Um, he Guillaume.

So maybe we go together,
you know?

Get somewhere safe, maybe?

You can help us.

We can help you
find a way.

Hey, Yankee.

All the time, he talk
about World War II.

La résistance. U.S. GIs.
Fight together.

Your country, my country,
like friends.

You are no friend.

There ain't no countries
no more, neither.

Il ne parle pas Français.
"Sit down", he said.

Stop.
Save the powder.

Merci.

Can you get
my medical bag?

You deserve
a happy ending, too.

I'll find them.
I'll bring them home.

It's not like we're never gonna
see each other again.

You feeling better?

My name is Isabelle.

There's no need to be afraid.
You're a guest.

You always tie up
your guests?

It was for
your own safety.

Messed up my arm.

At least
you still have it.

You had a wound
from the brûlant.

Cauterization is the best way
to prevent the spread.

A brû-what?

A brûlant.

A burner.

Dead ones at the market?

Mm-hmm.

Here we call them "les affamés,"
"the hungry ones."

Burner is just one kind.

Alright.

May I?

Yeah.

What is this place?
Like a convent or something?

We're a small community
of nuns.

Very small now,
after 12 years.

We survive here, farming,
gardening, scavenging.

You're from America?

Place called Commonwealth, right?

I found
your tape recorder.

How did you come to be
in France?

A bunch
of bad decisions.

The cauterization
is holding.

Best to clean up,
avoid infection.

I'll be back
with the dressings,

Mr. Dixon.

Daryl.

You can call me Daryl.

Enchantée.

May I see your head?

It's honey garlic.

To fight infection.

I see you've kept
all your options open.

Over the years,
our abbey has become

part of a group
called l'Union de l'Espoir

Means "union of hope."

Open to all messages of faith
and perseverance.

We believe humanity
is enduring a test

from which we will
soon be delivered.

Look up.

Yeah, I never put much
stock in, uh...

God?
Mm-hmm.

Well,
He put stock in you.

Lean forward.

These scars
on your back?

Daddy was a smoker.

You have siblings?

Mm-hmm. Used to.
A brother.

I had a sister.

Lean back.

Looks like
you have some, too.

Parish priest used to say
that our scars show

that we have suffered,
but more importantly,

that we have healed
from our suffering.

You ought to get
some air.

I'll wait outside.

Across the courtyard
is where the sisters live.

No men allowed.

What about the little boy
I saw?

Laurent grew up here.

With us.
He was orphaned.

They're afraid of you.

I'll be gone soon.

Medieval churches
often had weapons rooms.

You needed them
back then.

Makes sense.

We've trained ourselves
to use them,

just in case.

Killer nuns, huh?

Well, we can defend ourselves
if we need to.

Père Jean
was a collector.

His grandfather fought
in the Maquis.

- You got one missing.
- That's the one I used.

That's
Père Jean's office.

You know how to use
that radio?

It's been a while since I
managed to reach anyone on it.

You mind if I
give it a try?

Sure,
once you get better.

The last one
was a Spaniard.

A few months ago.

Spoke a bit of English.
I can try reaching him again.

Your English is good.

My parents worked
for Médecins Sans Frontières.

They traveled
all over.

Bosnia, Chechnya, Rowanda.

My sister and I finished
our schooling in Paris.

How'd you end up here?

A bunch
of good decisions.

The abbey was already being
modernized by the time I came.

Our hope was to
convert the land

into an agricultural property
that would support us,

fund our mission.

It's been enough
to keep us going.

Take a seat.
I'll be right back.

Now you try.

My record is 3 minutes
and 12 seconds.

I'm not really good
at shit like that.

No? Oh.

I'm quite good
at shit like that.

Math problems, science.
Music. Geography.

Also, I know all the countries
and capitals

from back
in the before time.

Père Jean taught me everything.

Pardon my manners, Monsieur.
I'm Laurent.

Pleased to make
your acquaintance.

How many people do you think
live within the boundaries

of what was once France?

Starting from 67 million people
before the fall,

I speculate current French
populace of fewer than 200,000.

I was gonna say way less.

Much less.

Do you know how long
it would take

to repopulate
that many people?

No.

Six generations.

Perhaps seven.

Hurts my stomach
just thinking about it.

Yeah, the math sucks.

Do you have children,
Monsieur?

A wife?

Parents?

Nah.

No, nothing like that.

But you're homesick.

I see it in your eyes.

What are you, a shrink?

I feel things.
In my stomach.

I feel your sadness.

Not to despair,
Monsieur Daryl,

but you deserve
a happy ending, too.

Laurent, récitations.
Dépêche-toi.

Time for poetry.
Père Jean awaits.

Now you try.

Eh...
"Everything..." Okay.

"Everything has all gone, uh,
pear-shaped."

Eh.

It means bad.

"Pear-shaped"?

Oui.
En forme de poire.

Ah.

Sur la montagne démente.

Sur la mer, sur les bateaux.

- The hell are you doing?
- This is Père Jean.

We are waiting for him
to rise again.

Laurent.

Let me explain.

You got a lot of witchy shit
going on around here.

Dead priest in a closet
and a creepy kid?

No thanks.

It's not
what you think.

Doesn't matter what I think.
I'm outta here.

You can't leave.
Not without us.

We've been waiting
for you.

You're the messenger.

The messenger?

To deliver Laurent.

He drew this.

Yeah.
He should stick to math.

Three weeks ago,
before you came.

He drew a guy on the beach.
So what?

I saw you fight
the Guerriers.

I know you can get him
there safely.

I have no idea
what you're talking about.

Our leader
is a Buddhist monk.

He came through on a pilgrimage
some years ago.

He recognized something
in Laurent,

an answer to a prophecy.

L'Union has a base
up north,

a community that will raise
and nurture him

to be
who he was born to be.

"Who he was born to be?"

Six months ago,
Lama Rinpoche said it was time.

Père Jean was supposed
to escort him, but...

well, you saw.

Yeah, I did.
You got him locked up,

thinking the prayers
and poetry are gonna fix him.

Laurent is special.
I think you see that.

Do I?
His mother died in childbirth.

He shouldn't have
survived that.

It's a miracle
he's even alive.

Can I borrow this?

He's shown abilities, perceptions,

compassion beyond
any child.

He sees into people.

We used to have a kid
like that in grade school.

Used to get his ass kicked
a lot.

I'm gonna borrow this, too, alright?
- He needs teaching,

guidance
we cannot provide.

He'll be safer there,
nurtured, until he's ready.

Ready for what?

To be the new messiah.

To lead the revival
of humanity.

Don't you see?
This is why you're here.

This is why
you washed ashore.

This is why I was on the road
that day.

This is why
you were saved.

Everything happens
for a reason.

Can you fire
this thing up?

The tube broke
a month ago.

What?

I've been trying
to get a replacement.

You've been fucking
with me.

There's a port up north
that may still be active.

Show me.

Le Havre.

We've heard rumors of ships
that come and go.

But it's just rumors.

What is this route
that's marked out right here?

That's Père Jean's plan
to get the boy up north.

These are stops, places where
we have friends

who can help connect us,
radio frequencies.

It's a treacherous path north,
hard to find your way,

harder
if you don't speak French.

Michel!

Michel!

Michel!

Gonna be fine.
Besides, the kid likes it here.

He's safe.
He got lucky.

He's lonely.

He's grown up with no friends,
no father figure.

He needs other children, teachers.

Well, staying alive's
more important.

He's got a greater destiny
than just surviving.

What does he think
about your plan, huh?

Adieu, Monsieur Daryl.
Nous nous reverrons.

It means,
"We shall meet again."

He doesn't know
about any of it.

He's young.
It's too much to put on him.

Look, I've already
made plans.

I ain't looking to make
any more.

The world is lost.
We know that.

Hope fades gradually,
and then all at once.

If we're wrong, at least
you will have helped a boy

get to a better place.

But if we're right...

why not bet on hope?

It ain't my problem.

Philippe.

Philippe.

No.

Please. Please. Please.
Please. Show mercy.

You don't believe.

Maybe you never saw
a reason to.

But one thing
I know...

reasons are everywhere.

They're with the angels now.

Are we lost, Isa?

We're never lost,
mon chou.

You asked me
how I got here.

I left home,

looking for something.

I figured there had to be
something out there

worth finding.

And I ran into
some bad people.

They put me on a boat.

That didn't go well.

And I washed ashore here,

and I ran into a nun.

You can take me
to that place, right?

That place
with the port?

Yes.

Alright, then.

I'll take you
where you need to go.

We were in the Gulf of Cádiz
when the prisoners escaped.

It was beyond our control.

Who's in control
if not you?

Madame Genet, a captain
is only as good as his crew.

My father fished
these waters.

Small trawler.

He'd go out
for days at a time,

and no matter
how hard things got,

he knew one thing...

Crew is only as good
as their captain.

Doctor.

Three years to get
this ship seaworthy.

And now...

because of what?

One American?

We did manage
to stop the mutiny.

Did you?
Congratulations.

And the man?

Overboard, presumed dead.

Presumed?

By who? By you?

Who was he?

He was named...

Dixon.

Dixon.