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๋ฐ‘ ์ค„ : ์ž˜ ์•ˆ๋“ค๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๋ถ€๋ถ„
* : ๊ตต์€ ๊ธ€์”จ ๋ถ€์—ฐ ์„ค๋ช…, ์‚ฌ์ „ ๋œป
# :  ์”ฌ ์ „ํ™˜, ์ƒํ™ฉ ์ „ํ™˜

 

#
Patrols, we got an Orange Situation.
Dr. Carson and the priest.
Might've split overnight, * split (์–ด๋–ค ์žฅ์†Œ์—์„œ) ๋– ๋‚˜๋‹ค[๋œจ๋‹ค]
maybe this morning.
Jeremy's green sedan is
MIA, so could be in that. * ์ „์‹œ ํ–‰๋ฐฉ๋ถˆ๋ช…(missing in action)
Go for standard search and cover
in our perimeter around Hilltop.
Eyeballs open.

Patrol Four copies.

 

#
C'mon,
Best to stay off the roads,
head into the woods right there.
Come on. Go. Go.

I got it.

I'll cover you.

Tara!

What? It got away.
He can handle it.

See?

Hey. Just keep 'em moving.

Let's move out of here.

Did you hear them talking on the
walkie about Carson and Gabriel?

Yeah. Probably heading
to Hilltop, same as us.

Hopefully better than us.

 

#
So, you have no idea where we are?

Well, that depends.
Have we passed the...
"Linus Overpass" yet?

I don't know.
I mean, maybe last
night. It was dark. We...
Did you hear that?

Hear what?

Why are you...?
Do you normally wear glasses?

No. I j-just...

Is your vision blurring?
If this infection is
attacking your optical nerves,
it could permanently
damage your eyesight.

 

We...
We're doing what we're
supposed to be doing.
And you're supposed to be
back at the Hilltop for Maggie.
It's going to be okay.
All of it.
Just have some faith.
We're on the right path, even
if we're on the wrong road.

Look.
You have a serious complication,
and we are dangerously lost.
Do you really think
God is leading the way?

He's always leading the way.

Great.
That's great.
Well, maybe we should let
Him drive for a little while.

I mean, we should let him inside.
Been leaving all those footprints
along the side of the road.

# The Walking Dead

 

#
All right, what about that
mile marker... right there?
Can you see that from here?

No.

Stupid.
Stupid.
I was stupid to let
you leave that place.

Then why did you?

Because you're sick.
stashed away some
antibiotics at the Hilltop
before we were raided.

Well, then, there isn't any reason
why they aren't still there.
We'll find another car,
we'll get there, and then we'll...

What?


You hear that?
There.
Almost like a bell.

 

#
We shouldn't risk leaving the road.
Look out.

It's coming from up here.

Gabriel!

It's not a bell, but this
place may just be our salvation. *(์œ„ํ—˜·์žฌ๋‚œ ๋“ฑ์œผ๋กœ๋ถ€ํ„ฐ์˜) ๊ตฌ์กฐ[๊ตฌ์ œ]

Gabriel, this place does
not scream salvation.

 

#
Hey.
Daryl.

Where are they?

They needed rest.
They're exhausted. They haven't slept.

All right, 10 minutes.
Then we keep goin'.
I'm gonna go back, cover our tracks.

I'll go with you.

I have a question.
Is there a reason why
he's still breathing?

Fight ain't over.

It is for him.
I'm done waiting.

Not now. Not yet.

He's right.
Dwight could have an
angle we don't know about.
He could help. He wants to.
Can't give that up yet.
We just lost the kid.
Let's just stop.
At least until we get to the Hilltop.

 

#
I can take over, Morgan.

Don't need to.
But maybe you can make
Henry eat something.

I'm fine.

Maybe you can, and I can take over.

Morgan?
It's Morgan, right?
The kid is creeping people out.
Maybe you can, you know, move him along.
Listen, you don't want him here.
Saviors are gonna
roll up and let us out,
and, hell... it ain't gonna be pretty.

Which one of you killed my brother?

Go find Jerry.
Tell him to get you something to eat.

But I don't wa...


Hey.

Why don't we tell him?

You know why.
He's a child.
He's done too much already.

He's gonna live 'cause he knows how.
Doesn't bother him.
He's fine with it.

He's not.
He just doesn't know it yet.
He's not fine, Morgan,
and you aren't, either.
Take a break.

 

#
I'm disappointed, Eugene.
This crap was supposed to be behind us.
Two flushes and out the pipe.
Top it all off,
my only doctor and
that creepy-ass priest
somehow managed to jump ship
without anybody knowing about it.
You have any idea how something
like that could happen, Eugene?

No, I would not venture to guess. *(๋ชจํ—˜ํ•˜๋“ฏ) ์กฐ์‹ฌ์Šค๋Ÿฝ๊ฒŒ ๋งํ•˜๋‹ค[ํ•˜๋‹ค]

Carson was never one of us.
He was a weasel, just
like his weasel brother.
That's my best stab at it. * ์‹œ๋„


Drawing together
associations and behaviors...
That's a solid stab.

Well, once their asses are
caught and dragged back here...
And they will be...
I'm gonna get the
whole story out of 'em.
One way or another, yes, I will.

And Alexandria... What went down there?

Do you care?
Do you care, Eugene,
after they tried to blow you
off the face of this Earth?

Your message is stamped "received"
and very much appreciated.

Oh, well, good.
You see, I got some
news for you, Eugene.
You are gonna be in charge
of your very own outpost.
You see, I need my bullet
maker making bullets.
Cutting a path through the dead *๊ธธ์„ ๋‚ด๋‹ค[ํŠธ๋‹ค]
took a toll on our reserves. *…์— ํฐ ํ”ผํ•ด[ํƒ€๊ฒฉ]๋ฅผ ์ฃผ๋‹ค
So now you get the
honors of providing me
with the necessary
bang-bang I'm gonna need
to settle this whole
situation with Rick for good.

And all that about people
being resources and whatnot?

Bullets are the last resort. *(ํŠน์ • ์ƒํ™ฉ์—์„œ์˜) ์ œ1/๋งˆ์ง€๋ง‰/์ตœํ›„์˜ ์ˆ˜๋‹จ
I mean, hell,
Lucille here... She gets first dibs.
But if Rick and his merry band of pricks
decide to pull some shit,
then we're gonna have
to pull some right back
that we'd rather not.
That'll be on them.
Not you. Not me.
I'm gonna set you up at that
machine shop that you told me about.
You're gonna have a full security
detail at your disposal... *…์˜ ๋งˆ์Œ๋Œ€๋กœ ์ด์šฉ[์‚ฌ์šฉ]ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๊ฒŒ. (=available for one's use.)
Everything that you need to
keep your head in the game.
Got Frankie there giving you massages...
Tanya cooking.
You know that gal was a chef?

I pictured her in social sciences.
Management.
Maybe running a drapes factory.
Will there be wine?

There will, indeed.

 

#
It's clear?

So far.
What are you doing?

Trying to read what this says.

You need to be lying down on that couch.
You're lucky we found
this place when we did.

Luck had nothing to do with this.
The person who lived here,
they were a radio operator.
It could tell us something
about where we are.

"To anyone who can hear my voice,
know that you're not alone.
Please hold on.
We can make it through this

if we don't give up.
If we keep believing..."
I mean, it's just a script.
It's not gonna help us.


Maybe not.
But it sounds like it helped others.

Look. "No signal," "no
signal," "no signal."
I mean, going by the
logs, I don't think so.

It still might have.
Maybe this person reached other people
and never found out.
Maybe just by saying
it over and over again,
this person had reason to believe it.
Maybe it gave them
the strength to go on,
even if they didn't reach anyone else.

Yeah... That didn't happen.

 

#
If they're smart, they'll
cover all these passes
between here and Hilltop.

We have to keep moving.
We'll just have to risk it.

Maybe you don't have to.
Negan won't send
his people down into
this stretch of swamp,
not if he doesn't have to.

Yeah? How do you know that?

Negan wanted to map the
best routes with cover
from the Sanctuary to the Hilltop.
He... He decided the
swamp was too dangerous.
Didn't think it was worth the risk.

You aren't seriously
gonna listen to him.
It's too dangerous for the Saviors,
so you're gonna send us?
Are you kidding me?

They have us boxed in. * ๋ง‰๋‹ค, ์ง„๋กœ๋ฅผ ๋ฐฉํ•ดํ•˜๋‹ค; (์ข์€ ๊ณณ์—) ๋“ค์–ด๊ฐ€ ์žˆ๋‹ค.

Tara has a point. *์ผ๊ฐ€๊ฒฌ์„ ๊ฐ€์ง€๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค, ์ผ๋ฆฌ ์žˆ๋‹ค
Why should we trust him?


He could turn on us like * (๊ธฐ์Šต์ ์œผ๋กœ) ~๋ฅผ ๊ณต๊ฒฉํ•˜๋‹ค[~์—๊ฒŒ ๋‹ฌ๋ ค๋“ค๋‹ค]
he turned on his own people.

I didn't just turn on 'em.
I killed 'em.
Daryl saw it.
Rosita saw it.
You saw it.
But one of them got away...
So if they find me, Negan
puts my head on a pike.
I'm not working for them, and
I'm not going back to them.
I chose my side. This is it.
I'm here to help you beat Negan.
After that... well, I know how it ends.

All right.
We try the swamps.

 

#
Hey.
Bertie and I finished the inventory.

How bad?

By our count, you're gonna have
to cut rations by another third
just to make it through the week.

This number include the prisoners?

It's worse if you include the prisoners.
Jesus is still out scavenging.
He could bring back something.

 

#
I told you... You need to be lying down.

I'm fine.

Gabriel, you have to listen to me.
You are fighting a serious infection.
And you need to be in there...

Can you read what any of these are?
What?

These are both antibiotics.
This man may have just saved your life.

I'm not saying a word.

 

#
This works, it don't change shit.

Everything I did, it was for Sherry.
That doesn't make it right.
Or something that should be forgiven.
But it's the truth.
Only one I got left.
She's the one that let you out.
Then she ran.

She's out here?

Somewhere.
I hope.

 

We have to be careful,
but we can do this.

Push through. Clear
a path for the others.

Count me in. * (์–ด๋–ค ํ™œ๋™์—) ~๋ฅผ ํฌํ•จ์‹œํ‚ค๋‹ค[๋ผ์šฐ๋‹ค]

I'll go.


If I can have the crossbow...

You can't. You'll stay right there.

You coming?

I'm gonna hang back, * (๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ๋“ค์ด ๋‹ค ๋– ๋‚œ ํ›„์—) ๋’ค์— ๋‚จ๋‹ค
watch over the group.

Come on. Let's get this done.

 

#
Margret. Thank you for speaking with me.

What do you want, Gregory?

I know we haven't exactly
seen eye-to-eye on anything.
Loyalties have been questioned,
fingers have been pointed...
All of that aside, you have to admit
that, since you threw me in here,
my behavior has been pretty good.

You're staying in, Gregory.

What?
So you're not gonna hear me out?
You can't just leave me in here forever.

Give me a reason to kill
you, and I won't have to.

He's right, you know.
We've been good.
We've done everything
you've told us to do.
And still, last night, you
took one of us out and...

Yeah, I know what I did.

Okay.
The longer you treat us like the enemy,
the more we're gonna act...


You are the enemy.

I don't think we have to be.

What do you want?

Time outside the pen for good behavior.
You know, one at a time,
a couple minutes a day,
some... some shade, excise.
You can have all the
guns on us you like.
What do you say?

I don't have the
resources to oblige you, * (๋„์›€ ๋“ฑ์„) ๋ฒ ํ’€๋‹ค
even if I wanted to.

So, that's it, then?

No.
I'm cutting off your rations.
A few days, maybe longer.

What?


Maggie...

My people come first.
I don't have a choice.

I think you do.

 

#
Maybe we can go around?

The shallowest spot's straight ahead.
We clear 'em out. That's how
we get our people through.
You ready?


Yeah.

 

#
Who wants to help me take care of that?
Congratulations. You just volunteered.

 

#
Well... your fever
appears to have broken...
But your eyesight...
Well, if there's not
some improvement soon,
I'm afraid you're looking
at permanent damage.
I'm sorry.

You're sorry I'm going to live?

You know what I mean.
Losing your vision. In this.
The thought of that doesn't scare you?
Or... piss you off, even a little bit?

I'm letting Him lead the way.
I can't even see it,
but I can feel the look on your face.
I'm not saying God led us to this place.
That this is some scavenger hunt * ๋ฌผ๊ฑด ์ฐพ๊ธฐ ๊ฒŒ์ž„[๋†€์ด]
He's put us on.
But to search for meaning in this moment
simply by looking around...
Or... Or feeling...

You gotta be shitting me.

What?

It's car keys and a map.
Here we go...
Barrington House Living History Museum.
We... We can't be more
than a few miles off.

 

#
You could cover me with the knife.

I could, but I'm covering you with this.

Last one.

Sure you don't want it?

And waste a bullet? No thanks.

I'm sorry about Denise.
I truly am. I don't
expect you to forgive me.
I don't deserve it.
I just wanted you to know, that's all.

You should've stayed with the Saviors.

I hate 'em.
I hate Negan.

Don't care.
You don't get to switch * ๋„ˆ๋Š” ~ ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋‹ค
sides and make it okay.

I know I don't.
I never will.
But killing me right now, like this...
What's that gonna do?

It's gonna make me feel
a hell of a lot better.

I knew it was gonna happen.
I just wanted to help you win first.

Just sayin' they'd be
idiots to risk it is all.

Least we can say we checked...

Still rather be us
than J-Money right now.

 

#
Let's hope the car's
actually in the garage.

It is.

Dr. Carson! Stop! Wait!

 

#
You... You... You did it.

I think I might have had some help.

 

#
The swamp's that way.
Let's cut through there. * ๊ฐ€๋กœ ์งˆ๋Ÿฌ๊ฐ€๋‹ค cut across

Hey.

Dwight?

The hell happened to you?
We thought you were dead!

It was an ambush.
You know, they shot us
to hell, but I got away.
Spent the whole night hiding...
You know, running from the dead ones...
Trying to make it back.
What happened to Laura?
I thought she might've made it out, too.

Yeah, I'm sorry, D.
No one's seen her.

So, what are you doing out here?

Trackin' the Alexandrians.

'Bout to check the swamp,
see what we can see.

I just came from there.
They were smart enough to steer clear. * (๋ฌธ์ œ์˜ ์†Œ์ง€๊ฐ€ ๋  ~์„) ํ”ผํ•˜๋‹ค[๊ฐ€๊นŒ์ด ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š๋‹ค]
Now, if I were them,
I'd stick closer to Burke's Pass.
Good cover, straighter shot.

Yeah. Yeah, lead the way, D.

Barely recognized you without your vest.

Lucky we didn't shoot your ass.

What were you doing?

Making sure you were okay.
I saw you running after him.

Why didn't you try and stop me?

No one could've stopped me.

 

#
I told you to wait!
For all we know, he could
be tellin' 'em everything!
Negan could be on his
way here right now!

He isn't. He won't.
He led them away.
They were coming right
for us, and he saved us.

She's right. He did. I saw it.

I don't give a damn what he did.
He can stick with them,
he can come back... Hell, he can run.
When I find that son
of a bitch, I'm gonna...
C'mon.

 

#
You, uh, sure you
don't want me to drive?
I really don't mind.

Yeah, I'm sure.
Thanks.

 

#
Hands up, assholes.

They must've heard the gunfire.

He's still leading the way.
Believe it, and you'll see it.

I think I do see it.

C'mon, man! That's the doctor, damn it!
That's our asses. * ์šฐ๋ฆฌ ํฐ์ผ ๋‚ฌ์–ด
Get your damn gun, and get in the cab.

No.

Let's get the hell out of here.

No.
No.
No.

 

#
How did he die?
Was it them?

He was helping a stranger.
In the middle of all this,
he was helping a stranger.

You asked about your brother.
Who killed him.
It was Gavin.
And you got him, so...

 

#
Sorry.

Just wanted to thank
you for your hospitality.

It's not much.

You're wrong.
It's everything.

Do you have a hospital
here, some kind of infirmary?

Are you hurt?

No, I'm fine.
I just... have some medical experience.
Thought I could pitch in and help.

In the trailers.
Thank you.

 

#
Well, look at you, Mr. Big Shot.
You were destined for this. *<์–ด๋–ค ๋ชฉ์ ·์šฉ๋„๋กœ> ์˜ˆ์ •ํ•ด ๋‘๋‹ค ((for))

Nobody on the line without
gloves and proper eye protection.

I just thought I could help.
Maybe you could show me how to make one.

You can help by taking my dinner order,
relaying it to Tanya via the longrange. * (์ •๋ณด·๋‰ด์Šค ๋“ฑ์„ ๋ฐ›์•„์„œ) ์ „๋‹ฌํ•˜๋‹ค 
Eggs will do nicely.
Dancing with tomatoes.

One tomato omelet... You got it.

No fold over. I'm talkin' a scramble.
Several of them, actually. For my crew.

No damn tomatoes. Peppers, lots of 'em.
As many as you got.

You heard the man.
And I'd like said
repast set up over here, * ์‹์‚ฌ(a meal)
in the Northwest corner, which I hereby * ์ด์— ์˜ํ•˜์—ฌ, ์ด๋กœ์จ
designate as this workplace's
official cafeteria, break room,
and motivational presentational cubby. * cubbyhole ์ž‘์€ ๋ฐฉ[๊ณต๊ฐ„]
And my brow will soon
be in need of wiping. *…์„ ํ•„์š”๋กœ ํ•˜๊ณ 

Ha, ha.
Look at what I found.
And he told me a very interesting story
about how he made his way
out of our lovely home.

It was Carson.

Did I call it or what? * (…์ธ ๊ฒƒ์ด๋ƒ[๊ฒƒ์ธ์ง€]) ๋ญ๋ƒ[๋ญ”์ง€] (์ž์‹ ์˜ ์˜๊ฒฌ์„ ๊ฐ•์กฐํ•  ๋•Œ)

I am agog. * (๊ธฐ๋Œ€๊ฐ์—) ๋“ค๋œฌ, ๋ชน์‹œ ๊ถ๊ธˆํ•ด ํ•˜๋Š”
But why bring him here?

Well, you need an extra set of hands
to sort out those bullet casings, right?
Apparently, his eyes
don't work for shit,
but he does have a set of hands.


We'll see if it helps.
I only have a few bullets as it is... * ํ˜„ ์ƒํ™ฉ์—์„œ๋Š”[์ง€๊ธˆ ์‹ค์ •์œผ๋กœ๋Š”]
Quality munitions, but the
quantity is full-on scant. *full-on ์ตœ๋Œ€์˜, ๊ทน๋„์˜ * scant ๊ฑฐ์˜[๋ณ„๋กœ] ์—†๋Š”, ๋ถ€์กฑํ•œ
It's still gonna be a few more days
before we have any sort
of supply to speak of.

See, Eugene...
that simply doesn't work for me.

I think a more biblical approach * ์—„์ฒญ๋‚œ, ๋Œ€๊ทœ๋ชจ์˜
for maximum fright may be in order. * (์„ฌ๋œฉํ•˜๊ฒŒ) ๋†€๋žŒ, ๋‘๋ ค์›€ (→stagefright)

We could rig several
medieval-style catapults, * ํˆฌ์„๊ธฐ(๋ฌด๊ฑฐ์šด ๋Œ์„ ๋‚ ๋ ค ๋ณด๋‚ด๋˜ ์˜›๋‚  ๋ฌด๊ธฐ)
start launching undead arms,
legs, torsos over their defenses,
maybe heads or, you
know, big piles of guts.
You know, pure psych-ops.
I mean, there's some really
traumatic theatrics there.

Thank you.
I do believe a rose just
sprang out of that pile of shit.
Let's roll.
Big day tomorrow.

I thought...
I thought I found it.
What I was meant to do...

You have.
So have I.
Now get sortin'.

 

Let's pick up the pace.

 

#
Prisoners will be taken out in pairs,
under armed guard,
for work, exercise, and, if
necessary, medical attention.
You'll start by cleaning the stables.

What about food?

Quarter rations...
Same as all of us.


Margret...

Don't say anything that'll
make me put you back in there.

No. I-I appreciate this. I-I do.
The Saviors are still coming.
Barely any food left,
supplies just stretched out to nothing.
M-Maybe we ought to
consider evacuation.

Evacuation?

Yeah. We run, we live.
I mean... how can we win?

Look around, Gregory.
How can we lose?

Open the gates! It's Rick!

 

#
You all know how it works.
You get a bite,
some kind of wound from
one of these things,
something from them
gets in you, and you die.
You join the club...
which sucks.
What if we could use
that to our advantage?
Ah, you see how Lucille
is getting to know
our beautiful, cold friend here?
That's it.
Look... at... that.
No more smashing and bashing.
With this... Well, this,
it can just be a touch.
Or a big, wet kiss.
Either way, this gets
you full membership,
and that's what we want.
We want people to join the club.
Hilltop is gonna learn to toe
the line one way or another, * toe the line (์œ—์‚ฌ๋žŒ ๋“ฑ์ด) ์‹œํ‚ค๋Š” ๋Œ€๋กœ ํ•˜๋‹ค
dead or alive...
Or some kinda shit in between.

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