All language subtitles for Walking Dead S11E02 Acheron Part II.DVD.NonHI.en.AMC

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Frost: It's rusted shut.

Safe bet that they all are.

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Where's Maggie?

She w--

She was right behind me.

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Alden: Somebody boost me up.

You go up there, you're dead.

She'd be pissed if you tried.

She'd want us

to keep moving forward.

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Alright, we need

to get that door open.

Then we'll go from car to car

until we hit the front of the train.

Then we'll hop off.

And then we just keep going.

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Negan: Look out, guys.

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You know what this means, don't you?

The photo board?

- The Commonwealth is real.

- That was a wallet-sized photo of you,

which means it was

in your brother's wallet,

which means he kept the wallet

on him in the apocalypse,

possibly for 10-plus years,

and who does that?

He sounds awesome.

What?

And also what you said.

So what's the plan?

They have structure.

Laws.

Someone here's in charge,

and I'm going to speak

to that person.

That's it?

The plan is talking?

Yes. Cold as ice.

Demand results.

What?

Nothing. It's just...

it's your bro.

You sure you can be "cold as ice"?

Yeah, I was a lawyer.

It comes naturally.

Look, I love my brother.

But I hadn't seen him

in a really long time

before all of this,

and I assumed --

It doesn't matter.

I'll be fine

- as long as I can speak to the--

- Shh! Hang on.

That was her, from last night.

Did you see how she was looking at us?

She knows.

We're fine.

No one knows we tried to leave,

or believe me,

we'd be called int--

Ezekiel's gone.

In anticipation

of your next question,

I looked everywhere, asked around.

No one's saying anything.

Someone took him.

Someone knows what we did,

and he's just the first domino to fall.

In anticipation of your follow-up query,

I don't know how I know.

I only know that I'm freaking out!

It's probably 'cause

he told off the big guy.

Oh, God. Why'd he tell off

the big guy?

We should talk to them.

We should talk to them.

We can come clean about who we

are and where we're really from.

Eugene, for the last time,

do not talk

to their law enforcement.

Or if you find yourself in a situation

where you have to,

you stick to the story.

Well, what do we do?

Wait, what? Be cool.

Ice! Ice!

You've got

one of our people?

What have you done

with him? I demand

to know where he's been taken!

Ma'am, calm down.

I don't know

where your friend is.

Then there's no reason for us

to continue this conversation.

I'd like to speak to somebody

who can actually give me answers.

Who do you report to?

You wanna speak to my supervisor?

That's right!

We wanna talk to the manager!

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Hey, Dog! Come here! Come here!

Hey! Dog!

Come here!

Come here!

Dog!

Dog!

I'm not sure why you're here.

You've already been assessed.

You think you've been assessing me?

No, dear.

I've been assessing you.

You don't know

anything about me --

Your community's large and organized.

There's a bureaucracy,

and you're part of it.

You probably had a job like this

before the world fell.

If I had to guess, I'd say

forensic psychologist.

Perhaps you were an academic.

Researcher?

Your role is to assess threat

for your community.

You ask about who we were

because someone above you

has decided

that that's a good baseline position

from which to judge who we are.

So you poke around

the dusty corners of our brains,

test our sense of boundaries

with queries

about our toileting habits.

You raked one of my people over the coals

due to a $2 bill,

which makes me believe

your currency is the U.S. dollar,

and that you need

to strictly control

the amount in circulation.

You use familiar money

as a powerful psychological tactic,

because you know how desperately

people miss the old world.

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You want to understand

what we're capable of

and whether we can

enhance your community

or if we'd simply be

a drain on resources.

But the truth of it is, you need

to justify your existence, too.

Because isn't it almost

more valuable now

to have someone

who can haul the trash

and keep the streets

free from disease

than someone who can write

endless lists of questions,

given that at the end of the day,

you just need to rely

on your gut instinct

about whether or not

the person across from you

will or won't murder you

in your sleep?

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But you're both people

that follow the rules.

I was a lawyer.

I like rules.

They bring order to the chaos.

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Which means you need me.

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I have reason to believe

my brother, a thoracic surgeon,

is living at the Commonwealth

and is looking for me.

I'd like expedited processing

for my group,

as per your community's asylum

and immigration policies.

Where did you go to school again?

Undergraduate at Oxford,

JD is from Harvard,

which you very well know.

Would you like me to list

my professional credentials again?

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Mercer: Coffee?

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Can you stop moving?

You're taking my nerves over the edge

to a proverbial 11

on a scale of 10.

I can't help it.

We've been waiting and waiting,

and now I have to pee

really, really bad.

I shouldn't have mentioned it.

Be right back.

No! No!

No more splitting up!

Eugene. If that fine-ass dude

in the orange suit

just walked in with a coffee,

things must be going good

for Yumiko, right?

Maybe she'll be out

by the time I'm back.

Uh, do you have toilet paper?

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Well, shit!

I'm excited!

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On my count. 3, 2, 1!

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Negan: Why don't you guys

handle that one?

If you get tired out,

we'll take over.

Alden: Is that the roof?

Could be walkers.

Shh!

It's below us.

It's Morse code.

It's SOS.

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I slipped.

He saw,

and he left me to die.

Negan: Yeah.

Okay. So what?

You're just admitting it?

You tried to kill her!

No, she was in trouble,

and I didn't help.

There is a big difference.

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Okay, so who's gonna

help you now?

Who in here's got your back?

Yeah, you don't need fingers

to count that number.

She was just talking

about murdering me,

sooner rather than later,

and yet somehow,

I'm the big, old asshole

'cause I didn't risk my nuts for her?

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I have been a golden

goddamn asset

for every single one of you.

Yeah, burning Hilltop,

that helped, huh?

I killed Alpha, right?

So, yeah, I was helpful.

'Cause if I hadn't done that,

every person you know,

their skull would be on a spike.

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I did what needed to be done,

alright?

I am trying.

Yeah, okay. I'm not buying

a word of it.

Same.

Nod and it happens.

We can get through the city

without him.

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Gage:

Help! Help me! Help!

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- Later.

- Help!

Help!

Gage?! What happened?!

We got lost in the tunnels!

Walkers are everywhere,

they--they might have --

Negan: How'd you get in there?

I-I got a door open

on the far end.

Did you close it?

Uh --

Gage?

I --

Hey, this one seems a bit looser.

Sasquatch, gimme a hand.

We open that,

they'll all get in.

He's right there!

I know he is.

The hell with you.

Alden?

Come on.

Are you insane? Move!

Move!

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Maggie?

Maggie?!

Open the door!

Look, I'm sorry, okay?!

I'm sorry--

I made --I made

a mistake, and I'm sorry,

but I just --

I want another chance.

Okay?

I won't do it again.

I won't do it again.

I'll do better.

Please, I -- Please.

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Maggie, listen to me.

We have time.

We can get that door open.

Maggie! Maggie!

We don't have the ammo

to clear them.

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Let it go.

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I'm sorry.

I can't.

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Liar.

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Pardon me. I've been waiting

for my friend, Yumiko.

She's in that room right there.

I was wondering if you might

be able to provide

or procure for me an ETA

for when she might be done?

No one's in there.

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But I watched my friend walk in

there with the two questioners,

and I haven't seen her

or them walk out.

If you could just check --

No one is in there, sir.

My other friend went

to use the ladies' room --

What friend?

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I need you to leave.

Now.

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What is it?

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Bad memories.

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Of what?

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You guys don't wanna

look at him.

Why?

Why won't you look at him?

All that is, is the shell

of a man who died a coward.

That's a hot take, Father.

He was scared,

but he didn't deserve

to die like that.

In the worst way imaginable.

There are worse ways.

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A lot worse.

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Before I found

Elijah and his people...

Hershel and I were alone

for a long time.

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One day, we came across

this frail old man

who was kneeling

by a turned-over grocery cart.

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It was full of scavenged clothes

he said were for

his sons and daughters,

and could we help him

haul the cart back home?

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And he said he'd give us food

for our trouble.

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I knew that he was a liar.

But I was starving,

and soon, Hershel would be.

So we followed him

back to his house.

I held a knife to his throat

and reached in his pocket.

I pulled out the chloroform rag

he was gonna use on me.

I stuffed it in his mouth.

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And then we went inside the house,

and I locked my little boy in a room,

and I went

and searched the house.

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There were these three...

deformed --

I wouldn't call them men.

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They came after me.

But I handled them.

And then the house was quiet,

except for this thudding sound

that was coming from upstairs

in the attic.

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And I thought maybe they had

people tied up up there

that were trying to get free.

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So I walked to a door

at the end of this hallway.

And I opened it,

and I looked up,

and there was a set of stairs.

At the top of the stairs,

there's this shadow

writhing and rocking.

I thought it was an animal.

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Then all of a sudden,

it fell down the stairs,

and it came right at my feet.

It was a walker

that used to be a woman.

Her arms and her legs

had been cut off,

stitched up.

Her eyes gouged out.

No tongue.

And she was wheezing

through an open, cauterized gash

in her throat

where her vocal cords

had been ripped out.

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And her belly was round and full.

And whatever was inside of there

was trying to get out.

And I went upstairs, and there

were three more just like her.

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But their hearts

were still beating.

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And do you know

the first thing I thought?

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The very first thing

that crossed my mind?

"If they're alive,

there must be food here."

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So I took care of them.

And then I found the food.

Lots of it.

And Hershel and I filled

the cart with it, and we left.

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I don't feel anything

when I tell you that.

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Do you understand me?

Because that

is what's out there.

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And seeing it, I lost something.

And I don't think

it's a bad thing that I did.

Because it has made things

so much clearer.

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What we have in Alexandria,

what we had in Hilltop

and in Meridian --

it's rare.

It has to be.

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Compared to everything

that's out there.

Because if it isn't --

It means we were lucky.

It means that nobody

has it figured out.

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Nobody ever did,

and nobody ever will.

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Dog?

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Daryl, help me.

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How bad is it?

It ain't good.

You went topside?

Yeah.

Bad idea.

I lost Gage.

Where's the ammo bag?

Where's the ammo bag?

I lost that, too.

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Don't --Stop.

Don't waste that on me.

Here. It's all I got.

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Tell my kids

I didn't die a coward.

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Frost: It's blocked.

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Hey!

They're coming in

from this side!

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Back up!

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Daryl: Shh, boy.

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Negan: Come on, little more!

Hurry!

Come on, go!

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Get behind something!

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What have you done

with my traveling companions?

They're being processed.

"Processed" as in a-administratively?

Processed as in bologna

or other meat stuffs?

This inquiring mind needs to know.

I want to see them.

You like feeling nervous?

No.

Only one thing gets my heart up.

When I'm out there,

battling the dead.

The magenta swarms.

It's just...

pumping, every time.

But not in a bad way.

Here. Mop up.

I-I think that --

You can't lie for shit.

- I --

- So don't lie.

Okay.

I wasn't g-going to.

You weren't?

No.

That makes me like you.

Keep doing that, it'll help you.

If you don't --

You get me?

Use your words.

Y-Yes.

Yes, sir.

Good.

Now.

I know you're holding back.

Yo u know you're holding back.

I'm going to give you two questions.

You're going to give me two answers.

Truthful ones.

You do that?

You get to go.

You get to see your friends again.

Everything will be okay.

It's that simple.

- Ready?

Where is your settlement?

And why were you at that train station?

Mm, Eugene.

If you lie.

I'll know.

O-Okey-dokey.

You're right.

I have been holding

something back.

Frankly, I wanted

to speak up before this,

but I was afraid of what

my friends would think.

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I haven't always been

the most emotional fella,

but my 10,000-plus hours

of death, loss, and fear

have opened me up a little bit.

In the course of our travels,

I found this radio.

Night after night,

I would speak into the void,

holding onto a-a "what if,"

as fools are wont to do,

and I am nothing if not a fool.

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Then one night,

a voice came back from said void.

A beautiful voice.

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We got to talking, and she...

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...was not repulsed

by my musings.

We spoke of train museums

and ice cream cones.

We laughed.

We sang Iron Maiden.

And then we wanted to meet.

So I got my friends

to go to that train yard

under the guise

of asking whoever showed up

for help for us three,

because I knew

they wouldn't go otherwise.

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But all I was thinking about

was Stephanie.

So yes, I lied.

I've been lying this whole time,

because I'm afraid to lose

the three friends I have in this world.

And I lied to Stephanie about

being from a large settlement

because I was afraid that maybe,

she was not who she said she was.

That maybe she was a femme fatale,

laying a trap for a lonely heart.

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My track record in the romantic

realm is spotty at best.

I'm not one for whom

any relationships come easy,

particularly those

with the fairer sex.

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And I am, in fact, a virgin.

Even though I have, uh,

observed the act

far more times than I care to admit.

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Thank you for holding back your titters.

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I was --I was hoping

that after a suitable period

of courtship,

that Stephanie might be the one

to change my unenviable status,

because deep down, I was hoping

that maybe, in fact,

she was my One True Love.

And now I've been forced to

admit that in this room,

and I'm humiliated by it.

And...

I'm afraid that if Stephanie finds out

that I wasn't honest with her, either,

that she might want to have

nothing to do with me anymore.

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So here I am...

very relieved

to get that off my chest.

Because everything else

I've said up to this point

has been the goddamn truth.

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Eugene!

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Ezekiel: It's okay, man. Let it out.

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I thought --

W-Where'd they take you?

An infirmary.

A medic steamed my face, gave me

this nasty herbal cough syrup,

and I slept.

They spiked the cough syrup?

No, no. They took the lantern

out of my room,

and I fell asleep.

Medic checked on me

a couple of times,

and then they brought Yumiko

to visit, and then they took us

to a holding room with Princess,

and then they brought us here.

Yeah. Thank God you're here, too.

We were worried.

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Pursuant to Section 114A of

the New Articles of Perpetual Union,

in deference to traditions

established by Article 1,

Section 8

of the Legacy Constitution

and Article 14

of the Legacy UDHR,

you have successfully completed

initial processing

in consideration

for asylum and citizenship

in these united townships.

When you walk through these doors,

you'll be escorted to orientation.

By a beat cop.

Welcome to the Commonwealth.

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I went to West Point, asshole.

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I don't get it. What the hell changed?

Why did they all --

Don't question it.

We're in.

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Um, which one of you is Eugene?

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Hi.

I'm Stephanie.

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What is that?

It's a letter from this kid

to his parents.

It's from back before.

You found it?

Yeah, down in the tunnels.

See anything else

down there?

Nah.

Just the same stuff you saw.

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We heading out?

We need to take

a detour first.

Arbor Hills.

What's there?

Hidden supply depot.

Georgie set 'em up all over,

in case we ran into any trouble

when we were out

looking for survivors.

It has ammo, food, weapons.

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Rest up there, restock,

and then head to Meridian.

Radio tower

marks that neighborhood.

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You know where that is?

Yeah. Come on.

Daryl: Come on. Come on, boy.

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Well, this place

sure has gone to shit

since the last time I was here.

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Let's double back.

We can cut through --

Aah! Aah!

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