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#
Don't look so worried.
It's my job.
No, it's not.
You're a housewife.
Yeah, punk?
You see my house around here?
A housewife.
They don't have a mother.
She might be somewhere else.
Maybe she got eaten.
Everything is food
for something else.
# The Walking Dead
#
Could you be more obvious?
Here, enjoy.
Are you trying to buy
my silence with fruit?
Of course not.
There's also jerky.
Will you please tell me why your dad
has a secret barn full of walkers?
- It's creepy.
- Shh.
- You know that, right?
- Shh.
Just trust me on this, okay?
But I suck at lying.
I can't even play poker.
It's too much like lying.
You have to keep this
to yourself.
You have to. Please.
Dale, here's some
peaches for you.
Mm, thank you.
- 'Morning.
- 'Morning.
- 'Sup?
- Nothing.
Nothing's up.
Why?
#
Hey.
This is not that great. but..
What no pictures?
I'm so sorry.
I feel like shit.
Yeah, you and me both.
<i>I don't expect you</i>
<i>to forgive me,</i>
but if there's
anything I can do...
You were trying
to protect the group.
We're good.
But hey,
shoot me again,
and you'd best pray I'm dead.
#
What did Rick say?
You didn't tell him?
Okay.
But you have to.
You're pregnant.
You need vitamins, medicine,
a nice pillow.
You can have my share.
Honey, I don't want
your food, okay? Eat.
You need to eat.
You're too skinny.
And if you're not gonna let Rick take
care of you, then someone has to.
Lori, you have
a medical condition.
I'll make another run into town.
Just tell me what you need.
I need you to be quiet
about this.
All right? Please.
<i>Hey! Peach man.</i>
#
The creek flows south, past
that farmhouse Daryl found.
Maybe Sophia dropped
the doll there,
the current
brought it downstream.
So what you think, she took this road here
then she went north?
What's up that way?
A housing development.
It went in maybe 10 years ago.
Take a run up there
after gun practice.
I'll hold down the fort here,
but take backup.
After what went down
with Daryl,
I don't want anyone going out alone.
We stay in pairs.
I'll take suggestions
on a partner.
See how they do on the range,
then take your pick.
Thanks.
My binoculars.
Yeah yeah.
Okay, bye.
We'd like to join you
for gun training today.
Hershel's been very clear.
I can't involve any of you in
what we do without his okay.
He doesn't like it,
but he consented.
Otis was the only one
who knew guns.
Now that he's gone,
we gotta learn
to protect ourselves.
<i>Her father saw</i>
<i>the sense in that.</i>
No offense, but I'll ask
Hershel myself.
Dude, nice lid, man.
What's going on?
I want to learn to shoot too.
Can you teach me?
Well, man, that's--
that's up to your parents.
Can you talk to them?
They'll listen to you.
We'll see, okay?
Hey.
Let me see what
you've got there.
Come on.
#
How the hell did this happen?
Well, it's my fault.
I let him into the RV.
He said he wanted a walkie,
that you sent him for one.
So on top of everything else,
he lied.
What's he thinking?
He wants to learn how to shoot.
He asked me to teach him.
Now it's none of my business,
but I'm happy to do it.
It's your call.
I'm not comfortable with it.
Oh, don't make me out to be the
unreasonable one here. Rick?
I know. I have
my concerns too, but--
There's no but.
He was just shot.
He's just back on his feet
and he wants a gun?
Better than him
being afraid of 'em.
There are guns in camp
for a reason.
He should learn
to handle them safely.
I don't want my kid
walking around with a gun.
But how can you defend that?
You can't let him go around
without protection.
He's as safe as
he'll ever be right here.
Look, everything you're saying
makes perfect sense.
It feels wrong.
I mean I didn't feel good
about him following you
out into the woods.
And I wish I'd said something.
I should've gone with my gut.
He's growing up, thank God.
We've got to start treating
him more like an adult.
Then he needs to act like one.
He's not mature enough
to handle a gun.
I'm not gonna
play with it, mom.
It's not a toy.
I'm sorry I disappointed you,
but I want to look for Sophia
<i>and I want to defend our camp.</i>
I can't do that without a gun.
Shane's the best
instructor I know.
I've seen him teach kids
younger than Carl.
You will take this seriously
and you will
behave responsibly.
And if I hear from anyone
in this camp
that you're not living up
to our expectations-- *live up to …์ ๋ถ๋๋ฝ์ง ์๊ฒ[์ด์ธ๋ฆฌ๊ฒ] ์ด๋ค; (๊ธฐ๋ ๋ฑ)์ ๋ถ์ํ๋ค; (์ฃผ์, ์ ๋
๋ฑ)์ ๋ฐ๋ผ ํ๋ํ๋ค; (์ด์ ๋ฑ)์ ์คํํ๋ค. (=honor, fulfill; put into practice.)
He won't let you down.
Yeah.
#
<i>Now if you're gonna do this,</i>
<i>you listen to Shane.</i>
- Okay, dad.
- All right? You be careful.
- You coming?
- <i>I gotta help Dale</i>
clean the spark plugs
on the RV.
He said he's gonna
teach me mechanics.
I should probably go
look for him.
You found me.
He's a good learner.
#
Spark plugs, huh?
Want to tell me
what's going on?
You're old.
You're--
You know things.
So.
What if somebody
told you something
that somebody else
should know--?
Glenn, stop being dramatic.
Spit it out.
There's-- there's walkers
in the barn
and Lori's pregnant.
#
Hey, come on, man.
Don't give me that gangsta shit.
Good work.
Don't be discouraged.
You'll hit the target
eventually.
Who says I didn't hit
my target?
Try this one.
It's heavy.
You get better balance,
twice the rounds.
I'd say she's got the hang of it. * ~์ ํ [์ธ] ์ค ์๊ฒ ๋๋ค
I'd say she's ready
for the advanced class.
It might be worth your while * …ํ ๊ฐ์น[๋ณด๋]๊ฐ ์๋((to do, doing))
after the rest of us
head back to camp.
Sure. Why not?
- How's it feeling?
- I like the weight.
So you decided not to leave us.
Something change your mind?
- Got it.
- That's a great shot.
#
Nervous Nelly?
She find her way home?
Found her in her stall *(๋์ฅ ๊ฑด๋ฌผ ์์) ๋ง๊ตฌ๊ฐ[์ธ์๊ฐ]
this morning.
I love your fields.
Took a long walk this morning.
I ended up by the barn.
I heard the moans.
That's unfortunate.
I'm sure you have your reasons
for keeping this a secret.
I saw the broadcasts
before they stopped,
saw the irrational fear,
the atrocities, *(ํนํ ์ ์์) ์ํน ํ์
like the incident at my well.
We put down a walker.
You killed a person.
Well, if you watched
the same broadcasts I did,
<i>you saw walkers attack,</i>
kill. They're dangerous.
A paranoid schizophrenic
is dangerous too.
We don't shoot sick people.
With all due respect,
you are cut off
from the outside world here.
But I've seen people
that I cared about
die and come back,
and they're not people.
My wife and stepson
are in that barn.
They're people.
I'm sorry.
Let me help.
<i>I'll speak to Rick.</i>
<i>He's a good man.</i>
We can make the barn more
secure, keep everybody safe.
The barn <i>is</i> secure.
Keep this to yourself
if you want to help.
Rick is a man of conscience,
but are you so sure about
everyone in your group?
#
'Afternoon.
I take it your boy did well.
Not bad, actually.
Be grateful you don't
have a daughter.
If only things were as simple *…์ด๋ฉด ์ข์ ํ
๋ฐ[…์๋ค๋ฉด ์ข์์ ํ
๋ฐ](์๋ง์ ๋ํ๋)
as wanting to shoot.
Carl's getting that chance,
thanks to you.
And I'm eternally grateful
for what you did
and your hospitality.
We'll earn our keep. *์ํ๋น๋ฅผ ๋ฒ๋ค
I appreciate that,
but with Carl getting better,
I imagine you'll be
moving on soon--
Fort Benning, I hear.
#
- Still a virgin.
- The target's too small.
Come on, that's crap.
Half-hour ago
I saw you nail
a bull's-eye at 25'.
It wasn't moving.
You think a walker's
gonna hold still for you?
Focus and reload, go again.
Uh-oh, did I piss you off?
Come on, girl, you've got
walkers all around you.
They're the woods.
They're in the RV.
You're gonna need more
than a damn screwdriver.
- Stop badgering me. *์กฐ๋ฅด๋ค, ๊ณ์ ๋ฌป๋ค (=pester)
- You're too damn emotional.
You need to shut it down.
Take all that guilt,
take that fear, that being
pissed off, take it out.
Right, 'cause you're so calm.
See that?
See, I can be pissed off.
I could be whistling "Dixie"
and I'll always hit the target.
But you, God, you shoot
like a damn girl.
You stand here
and you point your weapon.
Point like you point your finger.
Do not think about it.
I'm talking about
muscle memory, girl--
Muscle memory.
Now go on, shoot that
son of a bitch.
He's coming for you!
He's 10' away!
He's 9'--
He's 5' away!
Right there, that's
the walker that got Amy.
Now you shoot that son of a bitch!
Shoot him!
#
Hershel expects us to leave?
Does anybody else know?
Not yet.
- Were you gonna tell me?
- Of course.
When? How long
have you known?
Not long. You don't need
to worry about this.
How can you expect me not to worry?
We have shelter here
and food and water
and medical care.
I've been talking with Hershel.
It's not carved in stone.
He thinks it is.
We have to fix this.
People are settling in here.
They'll be devastated.
I know.
I'm working on it.
Maybe I can talk to him too
and plead our case. *์ ์ํ๋ค (=beg)
No, things are uneasy.
The best thing right now
is to give Hershel some space.
Don't look at me like that.
Like what?
Like you're scared.
Like you don't trust me.
I can take it from everyone
else, but not from you.
I don't understand
how you could keep
something like this from me.
Carl's barely on his feet.
And Sophia's missing.
And Daryl and T-Dog are hurt.
How can we leave?
It's not what I want either,
but if we have to go,
I'll do whatever it takes
to make sure
you and Carl are okay.
We'll get by.
We will.
Okay.
#
Come on, let me
give you a lift.
My feet work just fine.
<i>Look, I'm just trying</i>
<i>to get you rattled,</i>
give you an idea
what it's like when
the shit starts to fly.
Is that an apology?
I crossed the line
when I brought Amy into it.
Yeah, it's an apology.
You're a real dick sometimes.
Yeah, I acknowledge that.
I'll tell you what,
I've got a lead on Sophia.
I'm gonna go check it out.
Why don't you come with me,
be my backup?
Come on.
#
My wife was pregnant once.
She miscarried
and we didn't try again
after that.
I'm so sorry.
The thing that I remember most
is how nauseated she became
at the smell of cooking meat.
And she was
a meat-eating gal-- my wife,
but with the pregnancy--
that Thanksgiving,
the turkey--
she couldn't be in the house
for two days until
it was aired out,
poor thing.
Glenn told you?
What did you expect?
The boy has no guile. *๊ฐ๊ตํ ์์์ (=deceit)
I haven't told Rick.
I can't.
Because of Shane?
Was it that obvious?
No no, I don't
think anyone knew.
I didn't, not for sure.
Look, I thought
my husband was dead.
And I felt like
I died with him.
And I--
I wanted to feel
something-- anything.
And now I hate myself for it.
And the baby?
It's Rick's.
None of the rest of it matters. *๋๋จธ์ง๋ ์ ํ ์ค์ํ์ง ์์
Then what's your concern?
Memories are
what keep me going now.
Memories of what life
used to be.
And I--
I've got a deep well
to draw on.
I still remember joy.
But I think Carl's well
is already running dry.
And this baby--
The baby won't have
any good memories at all,
only fear and pain.
You can't think like that.
We can still find joy
and we can still take
strength from each other.
Do you really think
this baby has a chance,
that it could grow up
and live a happy life?
Look me in the eye and tell me
that my baby will grow up
to be your age
and die happy.
Tell me. Tell me
you believe that.
#
I'm sorry. I'm-- It just came out.
And it was Dale.
It's okay. I never should have
put you in that position. *~๋ฅผ ๊ณค๋ํ๊ฒ ํ๋ค
I've been thinking
about what you said
about needing help.
And you're right that I do.
Name it. Yeah.
If you're still willing to
make a run into town for me...
I'm your man.
Thank you.
It's okay.
It's not a big deal really.
#
You didn't have to come.
You could hate me
from a distance.
Please say something.
- Maggie, I--
- I asked for your trust and you betrayed it.
Now my dad's pissed at me.
Your turn.
So your dad thinks
they're sick?
You agree with that,
<i>even after what you saw</i>
<i>at the well?</i>
I'm not sure what I saw
at the well.
Yes, you are.
Look, if you'd seen Atlanta,
you would not have
a barn full of walkers.
I wish you'd stop
calling them that.
What do you call them?
Mom,
Shawn,
<i>Mr. and Mrs. Fischer,</i>
<i>Lacey, Duncan.</i>
#
What does she want now?
I can't say.
So when one of them asks you
to keep your mouth shut...
Crawl out of my butt
and help me look, please.
You've got to be kidding me.
#
No!
No! No!
Glenn!
- Maggie!
- Glenn, help me!
<i>Help! Glenn!</i>
Get it off me!
Help!
Did it get you?
Did it bite you?
Glenn.
#
We're gonna have to go
house to house.
We'll start at the far end *๋ฐ๋์ชฝ, ์ ๋ฐ๋ ์ชฝ ๋.
and we'll work our way back.
If Sophia got this far,
she has a real shot,
don't you think?
#
<i>Hey! We got your stuff.</i>
Maggie, hang on, please.
Come on in here.
Why? Nothing to hide.
We got your special delivery right here.
We got your lotion,
got your conditioner,
- your Soap Opera Digest.
- Maggie.
Next time you want something,
get it your damn self.
- We're not your errand boys.
- Honey, I--
And here's your abortion pills.
#
- That was not cool.
- Which part?
The part where that bitch
almost got us killed?
I should've gone alone.
If you want to blame
anybody, blame me.
Right, take the blame.
You know, for a smart guy,
you're really stupid.
Okay, I'm confused,
because I think you just paid me a
compliment, but you made it s--
I've already lost
three of the people
that I care about most
in this world.
- Maggie--
- Shut up.
You're smart.
You're brave.
You're a leader.
But you don't know it.
And your friends
don't want to know it.
They'd rather have you
fetching peaches.
There's a dead guy in the well?
Send Glenn down.
You're walker bait.
I can't take you
becoming one of them.
#
Sophia?
Anyone?
Sophia?
They walled off the hallway?
They tried
to make a stand here. *๋ฉ์ถฐ์๋ค; ์ ํญํ๋ค((against, for));
Sophia?
She was never here,
<i>was she?</i>
I don't know how to tell Carol
this was another dead end.
Come on, let's move.
You cover that street.
I'll clear the car.
Oh shit.
Focus now.
Clear the jam. Focus.
- Are you kidding me?
- Come on. I got your back. Go.
Andrea, Andrea, let's go.
<i>Come on.</i>
<i>Andrea, come on.</i>
#
The blood
on Maggie's shirt--
She was attacked.
Are you guys all right?
How bad was it?
It was pretty close.
I'm so sorry.
I should never have
asked you to go.
I offered.
I thought the town was safe,
but if you hadn't come back--
But we did.
I always do.
The morning-after pills--
Will they even work?
I don't know.
And I don't know
if I want them to.
Then I got these too,
just in case.
Prenatal vitamins.
That's a hell of a choice.
I'm glad it's not mine.
Lori, we're friends, aren't we?
With everything
we've been through-- Yeah.
I can't tell you what to do.
I could never tell you
something like that.
But your choice--
Maybe you shouldn't
make it alone.
#
Come on then.
Get over here.
Get over here.
#
Anything?
Not today.
I'm so sorry.
We'll cover
more ground tomorrow.
What happened out there?
Um, I--
- The place was overrun. * ๊ธ์ํ ํผ์ง๋ค[๊ฐ๋ ์ฐจ๋ค], ๋ค๋๋ค
- Yeah.
Let's go get you cleaned up.
Shane, Shane,
I was thinking,
<i>you've got that</i>
<i>nice new ride of yours,</i>
plenty of fuel, more than enough
for you to get far from here.
What, you telling me to leave?
I know you've been planning to.
Maybe now is a good time.
Is this about Andrea?
I'm looking out for the group.
You think the group would be
better off without me, Dale?
Why don't you tell that
to Rick or Lori?
Their boy would be dead if I
hadn't put my ass on the line. *put on the line ์ํ๋ก์ด
And Otis's.
You've been vague about that
night, about what happened.
Otis died a hero.
So you've said.
A little boy lived because of
what went down that night.
I think you ought
to show some gratitude.
- I wasn't there.
- No, man, you weren't.
But I was the time that you
raised your gun on Rick.
- Come on. Jesus.
- You had him in your sights
and you held him there.
I know what kind of man
you are.
You think I'd shoot Rick?
That is my best friend.
That's the man that I love.
I love him like
he's my a brother.
You think that's
the kind of man I am?
That's right.
Well, maybe we ought
to just think that through.
Say I'm the kind of man
who'd gun down
his own best friend.
What do you think I'd do to
some guy that I don't even like
when he starts throwing
accusations my way?
What do you think?
#
Is there something
you need to tell me?
We can't leave.
I'm pregnant.
Are you?
I threw them up.
You can yell if you want.
You can scream if you have to,
but talk to me.
How long have you known?
Does it matter?
Days? Weeks?
And you didn't tell me?
- I'm telling you now.
- No.
I found these.
So Glenn knows, right?
Instead of coming to me,
you sent him to get pills?
I panicked. You tell me we
have no roof and no walls--
Do not put this on me!
You tear into me for keeping secrets
when you're holding onto this?
You want me to bring
a baby into this?
To live a short, cruel life?
How can you think like that?
We can't even protect
the son we already have.
So this is the solution?
Rick, I threw them up.
I screwed up.
I don't know how we do this.
We can make it work.
How? Tell me how.
We'll figure it out.
Shouldn't we try
to figure it out?
You threw up the pills.
You want this baby.
I know you do.
Not like this.
Not giving birth in a ditch.
Not when its life
will hang by a thread
from the second it's born.
Not when every cry will put it,
and Carl, and everyone
we care about, in danger.
That's not right.
Not even giving it a
chance isn't right either.
Maybe this is why
I didn't want to tell you.
I still-- I still
don't understand why.
You really think I'd make you
have a baby you don't want?
No, so that if I
went through with it,
it would be on my
conscience and not yours.
Maybe that's true,
but I can't live
like this anymore,
Lori.
We can't live like this.
Is there anything else
I should know about?
Shane and I.
I know.
Of course I know.
You thought I was dead.
The world went to shit
and you thought I was dead.
Right?
Yeah.