All language subtitles for The.Walking.Dead.S03E03.BluRay.Z1.EN.SDH.REMOVED

Whiskey-1-2.
Whiskey-1-2, do you copy?

Gonna 180, close the distance,
get back in contact.

Have faith, guys.

I've got us through a lot worse
than some light turbulence.

Hold on!

- Wellsey!
- Mayday, Mayday, Mayday!

Crash positions!

I'm putting her
down by the road.

Come on.

We're going in hard!

Don't push yourself.

You'd better sit.

I'll check it out.

Someone's coming.

- Any survivors?
- Two dead, not sure about the other.

Fan out.

Save those rounds
until you need 'em.

Got a breather.
Tim!

Help me out here.

No.

Over here, Shumpert.

Drag him out.

He's saving them.
We should show ourselves.

Not yet.

Let's roll out.

Uh-uh-uh.

Easy does it, girl.

Mine's a whole lot
bigger than yours.

Now put down your weapons.

That's it.
Nice and easy.

And let me see
your hands.

Now spin around.
That's it.

Nice little twirl around.

Oh, holy shit.

Blondie.

Damn, you're looking good.

Now, how's about a big hug

for your old pal Merle?

Have Stevens prep
the infirmary.

- How many?
- Three.

One with multiple fractures
and severe burns.

Another in and out
of consciousness,

probably shock
and dehydration.

- And the third?
- She's fine.

- A female?
- Two.

Found them hiding
in the woods.

Bringing a homework
assignment for you,

so open the lab.

Do tell.

Be at the gates
in five minutes.

Get off the radio.

Well, what is it?

Now, Milton.

- Michonne?
- Right here.

Shh.

Hold that.

Why are we being
held here?

- We want to leave.
- You're not well enough.

And it's dark.
You should stay the night.

Where are we?

That's not for me to say.

- He'll talk to you.
- Who?

Go check on
your patient, Doc.

Bet you was wondering
if I was real.

Probably hoping
I wasn't.

Well, here I am.

I guess this old world
gets a little smaller

toward the end, huh?

Ain't so many of us left
to share the air, right?

You know,
when they found me,

I was near bled out.

Starving.

Thinking to myself a bullet

might make a good last meal.

Take myself
a nice long nap after.

Wait for Daryl
on the other side.

You seen my brother?

Not for a long time.

Makes two of us.

He went back for you.

Him and Rick.

You were already gone.

Well...

not all of me.

Oh, God.

Yeah, Rick.

He's that prick
that cuffed me to the rooftop.

Yeah.

He tried.

Daryl saw that.

He's always been the sweet one,
my baby brother.

He wanted
to keep looking,

but things happen.
People died.

A lot of them.

Jim, Dale,

Jacqui, Sophia...

Amy.

Your sister?

Yes.

She was a good kid.

I'm sorry to hear it.

There were more.
A lot more.

We had to leave Atlanta.

We wound up on a farm.

Daryl stepped up.

Became a valued member
of the group.

Now he's dead.

I don't know that
for sure.

We got run off
by a herd.

How long ago?

Seven, eight months.

I was separated
from the rest of them.

Got left behind.

I know what it feels like.

I doubt that.

What do you want from us?

Damn.

There she sits,

four walls around her,
roof over her head,

medicine in her veins,

and she wants to know
what I want from her.

I plucked you and your mute here
out of the dirt, blondie.

Saved your asses.

How about a thank you?

You had a gun on us.

Ooh, she speaks.

Who ain't had a gun on 'em
in the past year, huh?

Show of hands, y'all.

Anybody?

Hmm?

Shumpert, Crowley.

Y'all had a gun on y'all?

Hell...

I think I'd piss my pants

if some stranger come walking up
with his mitts in his pockets.

That'd be the son of a bitch
you'd really want to be scared of.

Thank you.

Sure thing.

How you feeling?

We want our weapons.

Sure.

On our way out
the front gates.

Show us the way.

You've kept us locked up
in this room.

You see any bars
on the windows?

You're being cared for.

Under guard.

To protect our people.
We don't know you.

We know enough about you
to want out of this place.

We watched you drive a knife
into the skulls of two dead men.

What the hell was
that all about?

They turned.

They weren't bitten.

Doesn't matter.

However we die,
we all turn.

I put them out
of their misery.

It's not easy news
to swallow at first, but there it is.

You're not prisoners here,
you're guests.

If you want to leave,
as I said, you're free to do so.

But we don't open
the gates past dusk.

Draws too much attention.

And you especially,
you need a solid night's sleep.

You wouldn't last another day
out there in your condition.

Have you brought over
to my place in the morning.

Return your weapons.

Extra ammo,
food for the road,

some meds, keys to a vehicle
if you want one.

Send you on your way.

No hard feelings.

Welcome to Woodbury.

Come with me.

Go relieve Pete
at the back gate.

Take the spotlight.

Are you military?

Hardly.
Couple of vets,

but by and large
we're self-trained.

That's heavy artillery
they're packing.

Some men arrive with guns,

but most of the weapons
are scavenged over time.

And the other side of town?
The rest of the streets?

They're all guarded
like this?

It can't be.

It can

and it is.

Got us a creeper, Governor.

May I?

Thank you.

Governor?
They call you that?

Some nicknames stick
whether you want them to or not.

Buzz is a nickname.
Governor is a title.

There's a difference.

Got him.

He brought his buddies.

Clear.

We'll get them
in the morning.

Can't leave them to rot.

Creates an odor.
Makes people uneasy.

What people?
There's nobody here.

It's a ghost town.

This way.

You'll be more
comfortable here.

Not the Four Seasons,
but there's a hot shower.

Water's limited,
so keep it short.

We got food, water,
fresh clothes.

Hope this works.

I know you'd feel better
with your sword,

more secure,
but you're safe here.

We appreciate it.

What about the pilot?
Will he make it?

Well, Dr. Stevens
is doing all she can.

Now, I know you got a lot more
questions, but I got work to do.

My man will be outside the door
if you need anything else.

I'll see you tomorrow.

It's real.

You two were out there
for a long time.

While you were,
the Governor was doing this.

How many people
do you have here?

73.

Eileen's about to pop,
so her kid will make it 74.

It's still
a work in progress,

but Rome wasn't
built in a day.

- That's a bold comparison.
- I think we've earned it.

Walls haven't been breached
in well over a month.

We haven't suffered a casualty
on the inside since early winter.

How's that possible?

Our Governor
set a strict curfew.

Nobody out after dark.

Noise and light are kept
to the bare minimum.

Armed guards on the fence

and patrolling the perimeter
to keep the biters away.

I saw what your patrols do
on the way in last night.

They had a dead one
strung up like an ornament.

I won't make excuses,

but those men put their lives
at risk every day

to protect this town.

They've lost more
than a few friends out there.

Everybody copes
in their own way.

But I'll raise it
with the Governor.

Things were orderly.

The fences held.

People were protected.

Food and supplies
were lasting.

Then one of the men
inside got bit.

Not sure how.

He went haywire.

Panic swept
through the camp.

Someone opened the gate
to escape,

others were bitten
and infected.

Those people went crazy.

The whole place went to hell
in a few hours.

My team grabbed whatever
supplies and vehicles we could

and abandoned our post.

How many of you escaped?

There was 10 in my group.

We got maybe 60 miles
from the post

before getting jammed up
on the highway.

I took the bird up in
the air to scout ahead.

She took a beating in the riot,
but we had no choice.

My guys?

No.

Let me go find the rest.

Bring them here
where they'll be safe.

They're out there
waiting for you

exposed.

Tell me where they are,
and I promise,

if they're still alive,

I'll bring 'em in.

Did you finish
your homework?

Unfortunately, the dog's
eating it already.

What the hell you call me?

Hey, where are we,
back in the school yard?

What, you want to take his lunch
money while you're at it?

Sorry, Governor.

Maybe I've wasted
my time with you.

Maybe you haven't learned
anything at all.

- He was trying to smoke in here.
- And you, I expect better.

Keep poking the bear
and you're bound to get mauled.

Remember that.
Tell me about the girl.

- Name's Andrea.
- You know her?

She from that group
in Atlanta?

Yeah.

Same one left me
on the roof,

forced me
to mutilate myself.

Does she know
your brother Daryl?

Yeah, she did.

Then talk to her again.

See what else
you can find out.

Show me something.

What do you make of it?

Oh, pretty
impressive, really.

Major kudos for ingenuity.

Take away their arms
so they can't grab you.

Take away their jaws
so they can't bite you.

Take away
their ability to eat,

they lose interest
in doing so.

They're no longer
in attack mode.

We can be in their presence
without threat.

They're-- they become
docile in a sense.

Lurkers.

Mm, docile.

Or lurkers.
You know, whatever you like.

Why keep 'em?

Ah, repellent.

Camouflage.

Walk with the biters,

they think you're a biter.

Low profile.
That's smart.

They're still pretty thin.

If they're not eating,
why don't they starve?

They are starving.

They just do it slower
than we do.

Feels like we're trying
to impose logic on the chaos.

That is not a bad thing.

No, but what
does it buy us?

More questions,
more theories,

no answers.

Not yet.

If I could talk
to those women...

Merle's handling it.

I don't want to question
your judgment, Governor.

Sure, you do.

That's why I need you.

That and your tea.

Ah.

Well, then.

With all due respect,

letting Merle
talk to those women

unsupervised
is a mistake.

Now, you've always said
every tool kit needs a hammer,

but do you really feel the hammer
is the right tool for that job?

Eight months?

Hard to believe you ladies lasted
so long out there.

Because we're women?

Because you were alone.

We had each other.

Two against the world.

It's long odds.

We managed.

- Oh, we're impressed.
- Very.

Survival in the wild
is tough sledding.

Wake up every morning
on the ground wondering

if today is the day.

Will it be quick and final

or slow and, well,
without end?

Will someone have the good
sense to kill my brain,

or will I come back
as one of them?

Do you think
they remember anything?

The person they once were?

I don't think about it.

Milton believes there might be
a trace of the person they were

still trapped inside.

Like an echo.

Surely it must
have crossed your mind.

At one time, yeah.

Right before
it tried to bite me.

And then you killed it?

I say "it" only because
no one here

likes to refer
to them as him...

or her. Ahem.

The two you had in chains,
who were they?

The way you
controlled them,

used them to your benefit.

You did know them,
didn't you?

Let them eat.

My apologies.

So what you have here,
you expect it to hold?

What if a herd
comes through?

It'll hold.

What's your secret?

Really big walls.

That soldier
had walls, too,

and we all know
how that turned out.

I guess we do.

The real secret is what goes
on within these walls.

It's about getting back
to who we were.

Who we really are.

They're just waiting
to be saved.

People here have homes,
medical care,

kids go to school,
adults have jobs to do.

There's a sense of purpose.
We're a community.

With a lot of guns
and ammunition.

- Never hurts.
- And really big walls.

And men willing to risk
everything to defend them.

Compromise our safety,

destroy our community,

I'll die before
I'll let that happen.

Looks like you're sitting pretty
at the end of the world.

Do I strike you as the kind
of man who sits pretty?

You reap what you sow.

We're the seed.

Now winter has passed,
it's time to harvest.

Time to hope?

We're going out there
and we're taking back what's ours.

Civilization.

We will rise again.

Only this time we won't
be eating each other.

To civilization, then.

Excuse me.

How's the tea?

Sorry to cut breakfast short,
but this can't wait.

We want our weapons.

Well, we can make this
meal to go

and your weapons
will be waiting outside,

but you should
take time to relax.

Get your strength back.

Have a look around.
Who knows?

You might like
what you see.

I don't trust him.

Why not?

Have you ever
trusted anybody?

Yeah.

Then give this a day or two,
that's all I'm asking.

Some time to get
our shit together.

My shit never stopped
being together.

Didn't look that way when Milton
asked about your walkers.

I'm surprised he didn't
get a fork in his eye.

It was none of his
damn business.

I guess it's none
of mine, either.

Seven months together,
all we've been through,

I still feel like
I hardly know you.

I'm sorry, it's the truth.
You know everything about me.

You know enough.

Those walkers were with us
all winter long,

protecting us, and you took them
out without any hesitation.

- That had--
- It was easier than you think.

Vehicle approaching,
Corporal.

All right, stay alert.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Don't shoot!

Identify yourself.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!
We found your guy.

Wells.
Lieutenant Wells.

His chopper went down.

Where is he?

We got a little settlement.
Now, he's badly hurt.

But he's alive.

The other guys didn't
make it, I'm sorry.

But Wells, he told me
I would find you here.

Wants me to bring
you to him.

They found Wells.
They got him. They found him.

We sure did.
We found you, too.

Never waste a bullet, son.

Pick up the rest
of these weapons.

Yes, sir.

Go put a merciful end
to that young man's days.

Let's see what Uncle Sam
brought us, shall we?

We brought in three
new people yesterday.

One was a helicopter pilot
with a National Guard outfit.

Even though
he's clinging to life,

he told us about his convoy
on the highway,

his men.

I promised I'd bring
them back here alive.

But they didn't
have our walls

or our fences.

Biters got there
before we did.

Now, the men had trucks,
the trucks had weapons,

food, medicine,
things we need.

Now, we didn't know them,

but we'll honor
their sacrifice

by not taking what
we have here for granted.

Won't be long before dark,
so go on home.

Be thankful
for what you have.

Watch out
for each other.

You're still here.

Anything I can do?

No, nothing tonight.

Long day?

Haven't had many
short ones lately.

Good night.

So what's your real name?

If it's not asking
too much.

I never tell.

Never say never.

Never.