Original subtitles

[door opens]

[backpack drops to ground]

[tries to open locked box]

[zombie growls]

[crowbar hits zombie]

[action music]

[zombie hit in face]

[zombie hollers in pain]

[gun drops to ground]

[stab in eye]

Fuck off!

[zombie snarls]

[zombie hit]

[Sabine screams and stabs zombie]

Oh my God.

[picks up gun]

[heavy breathing]

You might have a future

as a plastic surgeon.

The nose job might be

a slight overcorrection.

Aren't you supposed to be

looking for nonperishables?

I did that already.

[ruffles through bag]

It's an apocalypse

not Weight Watchers.

You can never be too careful.

Right.

Cause there's tons of hunks

with tons of time

to talk about how fat your ass

has gotten in those jeans.

Gus said to prioritize.

For the group,

not yourself.

Plus,

it's not like we're

actually going to eat those

low-fat, low-calorie,

supposedly Swedish breakfast bars.

Like green beans

are so much better for you.

They are green.

Okay, but

like these bars have no protein

and they taste like...

[bites into bar]

[spits out bar]

Like you know when you

throw up a little bit

in your mouth and

there's that overwhelming

taste of vomit that

just kinda sits there?

Like that.

Or my ex-boyfriend's

dirty gym shorts.

I should

[both] get the green beans.

[close door]

Forget the green beans.

Our drive in wasn't

as quiet as we thought.

A horde?

Five or six by the car.

Guys, it's okay

we got this.

We're TBFBWDRHACS.

Only one of those is right.

So what, do we storm the car?

No, they're could be more

that we can't see.

But if we had

a distraction...

No, no, no, no.

They could be like sharks

and the smell of blood

could turn them on.

Call it a hypothesis

But I think you'll be fine.

Yeah.

It'll only be a few minutes.

I will not cover myself in blood

and do a walk of shame.

[puts hand in zombie blood]

Ew.

We'll cover you in the blood.

And you don't have to do

the walk of shame.

Do cartwheels if you want.

[bloodies hands]

[somber music]

You're okay, Kourtney.

That should do it.

I smell worse than a

last season Gucci belt looks.

Sabine, do you think -

Sabine?

Sabine?!

Uh, yeah, looks good.

Um, let's go.

[opens door]

What's with her?

I don't know.

But something's really wrong, Gideon.

She said this looks good.

[picks up ammo box]

Let me get three boxes,

three backpacks, and a rifle.

Get it yourself, and

sign out with Blaire.

But I asked you to get it, Griffin.

Why you gotta be such a fucking -

bitch?!

What exactly do you have to be so

fucking proud about anyway, Griffin?

You're back here sorting gear all day,

while we're out there doing

the actual work.

You've been here 3 months.

3 months, and

June doesn't trust you enough

to do guard duty.

June knows what you're worth.

Don't worry, Griffin.

I'd be happy to teach you

what you're worth.

[Griffin rages]

I brought you lunch.

[Griffin sighs]

It's stew again.

They didn't have anything else -

It's fine.

Oh, I forgot the spoon.

I'll be right back.

Ronan, it's fine.

No, you're not a dog, Griffin -

I'm sorry.

Just wanted to bring you lunch.

We haven't had time to talk lately.

It's this damn schedule.

What?

The schedule June dictates

Me in storage,

you on guard duty,

it's all wrong.

Storage does seem like a lot.

I should be doing more.

We should be doing more.

I'd like to start a garden -

We should be out there,

not in here.

We're safe in here.

They're treating us like

children.

Griffin,

you're not in charge here.

Maybe -

Maybe, I should talk to June.

This safe zone could be

a lot more organized.

And...

We could be spending

a lot more time together.

Okay.

You forgot your lunch -

Not many new rotations going out.

That's putting it lightly.

You don't see anybody volunteering

to go out there.

True.

She could make them.

Everyone take a turn,

going out, doing guard duty

I mean everyone would

be better rested, and I know y'all -

Hey, the system works as is, man.

Are you in?

I'm out.

[laughs]

Maybe you outta spend a

little more time in the

Minors before you decide to

try and go Pro.

I'm all in.

Me too.

Shit.

Best 2 out of 3?

You should try the Minors

before you decide to go Pro.

[laughter]

Yeah, laugh it up

But I'm damn right and I

ain't talking about cards.

It's only a game.

I lived in Vegas for a year.

Adam, there's nothing -

You all seemed engaged in your posts.

Oh, we were just -

We don't answer to him.

Adam.

No, he's right.

You don't answer to me.

But age here sure don't mean

a damn thing and

it shouldn't.

[laughs]

Experience put you in charge then?

You came here practically alone.

I don't hear you callin anybody mom or dad

around here.

Adam, that's enough.

No, that's gotta factor into your success

rate, right?

How may people did you leave behind?

How many bodies did you carry -

Adam!

[sad music]

[whistles]

Nash, go grab some lunch

and take a nap.

I'm not [yawns]

tired.

Are you sure about that?

Alright, maybe a couple hours.

Thanks, Ronan.

No, no, no, no.

[zombie growls]

Sabine, no.

No.

[bar lands]

[zombie growls]

So much for my Britney Spears'

entrance.

Aw, never would've gotten

the full effect without a

snake anyway.

[zombie hit]

It's Kourtney, bitch!

[zombie horde growls]

Wow, one at a time

there's enough of me to go around.

[bag hits zombie]

[intense music]

[car starts]

What now?

Seatbelts?

[seatbelts fasten]

Guys, can you hurry

[screams]

[rock smashes head]

Guys, hurry up.

These zombies are grabbier than

Brodie Benson at the movie theater

when the lights go down.

I don't think these zombies have

had all their shots.

Or any shots!

[zombies growl]

No, use the sunroof.

Go around!

Whoa!

[zombie snarls]

[Kourtney panics]

Guys, how do I get in?

Kourt, I need you to hold on.

[crash into gate]

Drive faster.

Oh my God, they're so ugly.

[Kourtney panics; zombies chase]

Can you slow down please?

[car brakes]

Come on, Kourtney.

Come on, let's go, come on.

Seatbelt.

[zombies growl]

[laughs] Woo!

[dramatic music]

Nobody knows about this place.

We'll be safe here.

[removes gloves]

[clears throat]

What can I do for ya, hon?

I need to talk to June.

It's important.

I'm sorry, she's real busy.

It'll only take a minute.

I'm sorry, sweetie.

I could schedule you -

let's say 2 weeks maybe or -

Stew and stale bread.

Who says it pays to be president?

Not everyone gets a top notch

delivery service.

Go on in, Briggs.

Lunch is served, Madame President.

Why thank you.

[laughter]

Busy?

Sorry, hon.

You can leave a suggestion in

the suggestion box

if you'd like.

Oh, no.

That won't be necessary.

[bowl put down]

[cough]

Are you okay?

Sam?

Sam?

Sam!

Sam!

Looks like you're done eating.

How about we go for a walk?

There's no point.

We're just going in circles.

Yeah, okay.

And Sir Benny is just a toy.

[laughs]

What you put in it,

your perspective, that's all

that counts.

And I happen to think

Sir Benny is extra cool.

Come on.

And 12 questionable breakfast bars.

We did so good.

Not bad.

Not bad?

Not bad is Madison Murphy's

homecoming dress.

This

This is Jennifer Lopez's

green dress from the

42nd Grammys.

We killed it.

We have 12 uneatable breakfast bars

and we had to bail before

we could get coats.

If that's your idea of doing good,

we'll never survive.

Sabine.

So we could've done better.

You know what they say.

If the first Botox injection

doesn't work, inject again!

You have a lot of injecting to do.

Wait, really?

What's wrong?

Eyebrows? Lips?

You look fine, Kourtney.

I mean great, fantastic

like Jennifer Lawrence in that

yellow dress.

Lopez.

It was a green dress.

Why don't you go practice at

the shooting range? I have to finish

unloading supplies and Sabine -

Okay.

I know when I'm not wanted.

I'll go.

Besides, you never know when

you'll run into a guy who has

a real thing for a girl who

knows her firearms.

Well, we are in Georgia.

[grabs gun]

[door opens and closes]

I'm not apologizing.

She either gets serious or

she gets dead.

She's trying.

[frustrated groan]

[door opens and closes]

[zombie growls; person yells]

[hammer hit]

[person yells]

[zombie snarls]

Oh!

Please, unlock the car. Let me in! No.

What the fuck is that?

[zombie growls; person groans]

[zombie bites]

[person screams]

[car speeds off]

Austen?

Hey, are you -

Get back to work, Bill.

Why does it always have to be you

going out?

Why can't Brett or Derek -

Cause I'm not a pussy.

No, I know that. It's just -

maybe you don't have to go all the time.

[fall to ground]

I'm sorry. I know.

You're right.

You can take care

of yourself.

Mom and dad would be so

proud of you.

Here, take this. For luck.

Yeah.

Wow.

Please, be careful.

Alright, you guys are good to go.

Down to the West River and back only.

No car.

[bell rings]

Where you headed, Naomi?

Gonna try to pull join from her sanctum.

Alright, you guys in ten

we're doing another practice round.

We gotta get faster at opening this thing.

I actually can't believe she can sit there

and be pretty about it.

Okay, how about you help me here

I'm sure we can get faster, Riley.

Ugh!

Skyler, can you wrap this up?

Hi, Dr. Stone.

Bill, how have you been?

I could be doing better, maybe if you

No, no.

Hey, Greta, how are you -

[cough]

Why don't you come with me

so we can find out what's going on.

Hey, Harper, is June in?

Yeah, go on in.

I'm going over to the mess hall.

[intense music]

Take a deep breath for me.

[cough]

Okay, just get a lot of rest

and you should feel better

by the end of the week.

You can't give me anything?

My head is pounding.

[opens door]

[closes door]

1 a day for the next 5 days.

If that cough gets any worse,

you come back and see me.

Thank you, Dr. Stone.

Antibiotics for a sinus infection.

Are you finished with that chart yet?

Our stock is low, and

we need to prioritize.

She's already got one foot in

the grave, so -

We live to serve.

You're treating the symptoms,

not the problem.

There's nothing we can do about that.

You're holding it wrong.

Thought you said, you knew how

to shoot.

I do.

No, that's still not right.

There's more than one way to hold -

[gunshot; bottle shatters]

[somber music]

There's only one way, the right way.

I lied.

I got a C in P.E.

And that's one of the higher grades

on my report card.

Ditzy, dumb, and doesn't know how to

shoot a gun doesn't exactly scream

useful, that's expendable.

At least to her.

Don't turn this on her!

This is about you.

Cause God isn't it always?!

You're such a bitch.

I'm a bitch?

Your sister tried to ki -

Yeah, she did, but she

never lied. You did.

What else have you lied about?

Nothing, I swear.

It was one white lie.

This is the apocalypse!

There are no white lies,

only red ones.

This is life or death.

If I didn't know how to shoot, I wouldn't

have been able to kill...

[somber music]

What are we doing?

What am I doing?

She's gone. Everyone's...

[panic attack]

Sabine?

Sabine.

Don't touch me.

Sabine.

Don't touch me!

I chose you over her.

And now she's gone.

She made her choice.

So did I!

I abandoned her,

and now I have no one.

I'm here.

Glenn is -

His name is Garth!

[somber music]

They haven't brought any new supplies

from your designated areas in weeks.

Someone has to go further.

No.

Someone has to go. The supplies -

This isn't about supplies.

You have to send someone eventually.

Eventually, I will.

But I will not, cannot

endanger the life of a community member

for personal reasons.

No matter how much I wish I could.

Do you wanna do a puzzle or something?

I have work.

Right, right.

Winter's coming, Naomi.

And we have so -

I'll let you get to it then.

It's just like you to miss Naomi's

moodiest teenage years.

Family mixed with politics,

not fun, I take it?

It's not easy.

Though I'd argue there's no real

politics here.

Business management then.

Settling in well, Griffin?

Not much settling to do.

Well, supplies are limited.

True.

And even more so with,

winter coming.

I take it you're interested in

business management.

We all live here.

We all depend on you to decide

if we live or die.

But you don't want to talk politics.

No, but I take it you do.

[taps desk]

You don't seem to be using everyone's

skillset to the fullest.

You want out of storage.

That'd be a great start.

Griffin, I understand your drive.

I appreciate your drive.

But you have to trust me.

Okay?

I've given everyone here a place.

You are contributing to the community.

[forced laugh]

How many people in this

community you've created

have been outside these gates,

have survived outside these gates?

Most of you haven't had to stare

into blank eyes and wonder if you

were going to make it.

Haven't had to blast your mother's

brains out so your throat wouldn't

be ripped to shreds, so you could return -

[laughs]

No, you got here when all of this started.

You've been lucky.

You opened the gates, and the people

flooded in!

They made you leader because who else

was there to choose but the one who

opened the gates.

You held the key to the city.

That made you mayor, not the people.

[laughs]

And now it's getting cold.

Supplies are running low.

And you won't make any changes.

Madame President,

you need me.

This community is built on trust.

I don' need individuals to

build power. I'm not

running for president.

I'm only concerned about

keeping us fed, clothed, and sheltered.

Now, if you have nothing else to add

I suggest you leave.

Those shelves won't stock themselves.

[grabs car keys]

She could be out there alive,

and you'd never know it

cause you won't send anyone beyond

the river.

I would've done anything for...

Guess it's a good thing Naomi was

with you and not her when all of this

started, right?

[Kourtney sighs]

[Kourtney sighs]

Even with our sudden retreat

from today's run, we still have

enough supplies to make

it to the safe zone.

Beans and band-aids, yay.

Nourishment and first aid,

it's important, Kourtney.

Fine, but I'm never wearing

one of those Despicable Me band-aids.

Doesn't match your outfit?

No.

Minions are scary and yellow.

Now that I have the exact coordinates

we should make it there in good time.

Finally, I don't know if I

could stand another day in this place.

I mean it is so SKITWPHDHIOFMMABTCWOMH

vibes.

It'll be nice to talk to other people.

Whoa, other people?

I'm your best friend, you shouldn't

need to talk to other people.

You're pleasant company, but

you aren't interested in science or

politics or -

I can do science!

I know the mitochondria is

the powerhouse of the cell.

Oh, and the rough endoplasmic reticulum?

Gray, keep your sex life to yourself.

My name is Garth, and

the rough endoplasmic reticulum has

nothing to do with sex.

Okay.

Sabine's been gone awhile.

I think she needed the space.

Maybe, but she could probably

use a friend even more.

I don't think she would consider

me a friend.

Well, if you lost the glitz and

cut the look at me attitude

anyone would be glad to have you

as a friend.

Great, so I need a complete makeover.

No.

You just need to drop the mascara.

That was one of those metaphors,

wasn't it?

Cause my mascara looks pretty good.

Yeah.

Super profound and everything?

I thought so.

I never finished high school.

Me neither.

Are you going to tell me

what it means?

Just be nice. Think about

other people. There's no more

homecoming queen, no prom

to worry about.

We don't care what you look like.

We just care that you care,

and show it.

I care.

Then talk to her.

Naomi, wait up!

Griffin, right?

Yeah, I've only been here a few months.

I've seen you around.

Storage, it's the worst.

Somehow, smells worse than Briggs' stew.

[laughs] Totally.

Your aunt asked me to give this to you.

She said she thought about your request

and that someone should go

beyond the river.

She wants you to give this to

Austen and his group.

They're heading out tonight?!

Yeah.

And if it goes well she said

an expansion might be in order.

Maybe even a group to the city to

look for survivors.

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Right.

Don't tell anyone though.

No reason to get everyone's hopes up.

Of course.

I'll get this to Austen

as soon as I can find him.

Yeah, he had a short patrol today

should be back soon.

And they all lived happily ever after.

Another one, another one.

No, I think it's time -

Another one?

Marlene's right.

I'll read an extra 1 for you tomorrow.

I'll see you bright and early tomorrow.

Come on, roomie. I've got stuff -

Leave me alone.

Whoa.

Buddy, hey, what's wrong?

I'm stuck here.

Everyone else has a mom and dad.

But not everyone else

gets to stay up past midnight.

I miss them.

I know.

But they're out there.

I made a promise.

You'll find them?

That's what I said.

And I don't break my promises.

So how about you go squirm your way in

to the front of the line and

use your oh so many skills

to get us dinner that's actually hot.

I'm on it.

You know you really shouldn't

make promises you can't keep.

It really gets his hopes up.

He needs his parents.

You're not doing a bad job

with him.

Sam's a fighter.

He doesn't need me.

I disagree.

You're a good man, Ronan.

No.

Just want to keep all my promises.

I've already broken too many

important ones.

[suspenseful music]

I really don't want to talk

to you right now.

How about if you talk,

and I listen?

What are we doing?

I mean surviving, I guess.

It just...

it feels like everything's already gone.

Either pushed away or taken.

Okay, can you say something?

The silence is really scaring me.

I don't know what to say

besides samesies.

I'm sorry, Sabine.

You're obnoxious

and conceited and

the embodiment of the same group of girls

I want to dump a pile of eels on.

But none of that matters now.

Not unless you or I let it.

So no eels?

Not yet.

I guess we're stuck together then.

Kourtney, how are we supposed to move on

if everyone's already gone?

The apocalypse is one hell of

bat mitzvah.

[laughter turns to tears]

Back already?

No rest for those of us of use.

You know I've never seen

2 deployments in the same day before.

Special mission. Classified I'm afraid.

Well, be safe.

I'm signing out for the day.

Good luck.

[load gun]

If we leave at dawn tomorrow

we should make it to the safe zone by

the end of the week.

If we're getting up that early

I better get to sleep.

You do not want to see me running

on less than...

Goodnight.

Night.

[door opens and closes]

That was...

Strange.

Very.

Maybe she's finally gaining some

self-awareness.

It's time she acknowledged the fact

that Chad's not gonna come busting

through the door driving a doorless Jeep

ready to take her majesty back to her

kingdom of hashtags, loaded rumors, and

unearned weekly allowances.

[laughs]

What's the occasion?

I know you missed lunch.

Looks great.

You seem to be in a better mood

today, not that I don't

like it. The smile's nice.

Real nice.

Thanks, I plan on keeping it.

Did everything go good with June -

[bell rings]

Griffin, you didn't -

Sam, what did you do today?

Miss Marlene read us a story,

and Ronan said he would read me

another one tomorrow.

And I'm sure he will.

Let's eat. I'm starved.

[truck zooms by]

[somber music]

Looks cleared out.

Come on, let's hope there's something

in here worth the gas.

[truck turns off]

[truck beeps to lock]

Really?

If there were anyone around, they would

be here by now.

Why don't you go ahead, Sweetheart?

I mean if someone was here

they'd be here by now, right?

Go on.

[door opens]

[keychain sways]

[door opens]

Holy shit.

Alright.

Captain Fearless, take the right side.

Brett, you go left.

And you'll be doing what exactly?

Don't worry, Sweetheart.

I'll be on the radio.

[opens gate]

[thud]

Really?

[broom falls]

[gunshot]

What the hell was that?

10-4, I thought I saw -

[zombie snarls]

[gunshot and screams]

Fuck, I'm on my way.

I'm coming!

Austen, I heard shots.

What's going on?

I think we lost Brett, man.

Keep your eyes open, alright?

I'll try to keep looking for him, but

meet me downstairs.

I don't think we're alone here, man.

[zombie growls]

What the fuck?

[gunshot]

We gotta get the fuck outta here.

Oh, shit!

[gunshot]

Moving, I'm on my way.

Fuck me!

[gunshot]

Oh, shit!

[zombie rages]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

Coming, I'm on my way!

[gunshot]

[rapid gunshots]

[zombie snarl]

[gunshot]

[zombies and gunfire]

[zombie growls]

[gunshot]

[zombie snarls]

[zombie growls]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[gunshot]

[zombies rage]

[zombie bites]

[gunshot]

Austen?!

[stab]

[gunshot]

Oh, fuck me!

[rapid gunshots]

[zombie screams]

[crash to ground]

Move, take it.

[zombie growls]

[gunshot]

[zombies growl close by]

[zombie snarls]

[gunshots]

[gun clicks; empty]

[zombie gets closer]

[grenade explodes]

[zombies everywhere]

[opens car door]

[Brett struggles against zombies]

Fuck!

Fuck!

[zombies fight]

Why?

Fuck!

June?

Blaire.

Why did the alarm go off at 5?

And who has the car?

Austen with his group.

They went out on a patrol.

A patrol?

I thought that was a practice run

we do those all the time.

He had papers -

Car coming in hot!

[truck crashes through gate]

[truck races by]

Come on.

[truck parks]

[engine turns off]

[door opens]

[falls out]

Austen?

[Austen groans]

Austen, are you okay?

You fucking bitch!

You did this!

How did you get the car?

You sent us across the river.

Told us to check out the area and

look for supplies.

I didn't sign

You gave the papers to Blaire.

Don't fucking lie to me, June!

Where is Brett?

[Brett screams]

[zombies snarl]

Austen?

[Brett screams; zombie yells]

They ripped Brett in half!

[screaming; ringing]

You guys have no idea what's out there.

She can't let you know.

We're all gonna fucking die here.

He's been bitten!

He's infected!

He could infect us all!

No, he's fine. He's fine.

Right, Austen?

[crowd panics]

No, stop! Stop!

Bill is right. Let's all just calm down.

Everything is -

Who knows how long before he turns?

No, we don't have to do anything.

You have to kill him.

No, I won't let you!

Let him go!

[hit with gun]

[kick knee]

[crowd panics; yells for death]

You hear the people!

Will he turn?

I don't know.

June, put the gun down.

Please, June, I'm begging.

Naomi: June!

Put the gun down.

I can't.

Then I will.

[laughs]

Big fucking man Griffin

finally got a set of balls on -

[gunshot]

[Bill screams]

[takes keychain]

No, Austen! No!

Austen! NO!

Please, please, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

[Bill screams]

Wake up, wake up!

You have to wake him up. Please!

I'll do better. Please!

[Bill screams]

[somber music]

[open suitcase]

[open chest]

[somber music continues]

[puts keychain in box]

[somber music swells]

[Garth sighs]

[theme music]