Fear the Walking Dead (2015–…): Season 4, Episode 15 - I Lose People... - full transcript
The group's hope falters as they seek a way out; Alicia and Charlie reunite with friends.
Al, do you copy? I repeat, do you copy?
The battery could have died.
Or she did.
Shut it, Jimbo.
What the hell is Mo-Mo doing over there?
I don't know what the hell
you're waiting for him to do.
He got us into this.
You're on your own now.
I see that bite really
brought out the best in you.
Can I do the honours
when he become a skin-muncher?
Jesus, really?
Nice bedside, asshole.
Anyhow, the way
things are looking right now,
I'm not the only one
who's gonna have to get put down.
We are going to find Al.
We are going to find
our way down from here.
But I don't know how.
I'm sorry, but I really don't.
You don't want to lead the way...
that's fine.
But you can help. You know you can.
Al, are you there? Do you copy?
Hey! Over here! Hey! Strand!
John.
How the hell did they find us?
Perhaps you were right.
Perhaps we just needed to believe.
Al, do you copy?
I repeat, do you copy?
June?
Alicia, is that you?
Yeah. I'm... I'm with Charlie.
And you're not gonna believe it.
We just found John and Strand.
John.
He can't hear you. We see them,
but they're cut off by the flooding.
We're gonna get them, though.
Can I?
Alicia?
Morgan. Where are you?
Can't tell you over the walkie.
It's not safe.
Are you all right? Are you hurt?
Um, we got stuck. I, um...
I got us stuck.
Don't know if there's a way out.
I did what you told me.
I tried to be there
for someone when they needed.
I tried, and that's how
I found John and Strand.
So I'm gonna get them to safety,
and then I'm gonna come find you.
So just hang in there.
We just have to find Al first.
Yeah. We should do that.
Alicia, you be careful.
And when you get John and Strand,
you walkie us, please.
Got it.
So, how exactly are we
getting down off this roof?
Maybe the same way we came up.
She's hungry today.
They ain't coming back.
They can't find a way to get to us.
I doubted if anyone
would show up in the first place.
But it appears my doubts were unfounded.
As well as these.
Is that why you're drowning your sorrows?
I'm saving it.
For what?
For when we get off
this water-logged piece of dirt.
I want to get back to June
more than you can know.
What makes you think that Alicia
and Charlie can do what we couldn't?
I said things would get worse,
and they did.
And I'm afraid that
you're in the place where I was.
Unable to see
the promise of what lies ahead
even as it presents itself as clear as day
across these foetid waters.
Who I was...
the way I looked at life...
I mighta used all that up.
I mighta.
Maybe not.
I put myself on an island before.
Well, not an actual, but away.
Apart, for things I did.
I know I've been
living on the brighter side,
but that's just 'cause
someone helped me see it.
Someone else took me off that island.
Someone's gonna help you get off this one.
You know what Charlie did to Alicia,
what she took from her, who she took?
And now they're out there...
working together.
And if that doesn't
make you think anything is possible,
I don't know what else will.
Alicia. How 'bout that?
He said there were
gators in the water.
And we need something that'll float.
A boat, a canoe. Come on.
Wait!
You think I'm gonna jump?
Then what is it you're doin' up there?
You ever see one of these meat puppets
trying to walk around
with a bunch of broken bones?
Not how I plan on spending
however long it takes some a-hole
to push a sharp,
pointy object through my skull.
Ah...
I figure I can't go down there,
kill any of those goddamn things.
Pissing on 'em's
the only f-you I got here.
Ah.
Anything else,
or you just comin' over to make yourself
feel better about what you did to me?
We're gonna try to get to Al
and then find a way out of here.
You asking me to help?
I know I don't have the right to ask.
I just wanted to say that
you can't do anything about
the fact you're gonna die, Jim.
But you can decide exactly how you go.
You're right. I can.
You might want to
take a little step to the left.
The wind's changing direction.
He's not coming.
Really, Jimbo?
Tell Morgan I'm not going.
Not why I'm here.
Your beer recipe,
hand it over.
Look, we go down there,
we may never see you again.
At least not like this.
Go to hell, Sarah.
You are a class-A asshole.
An unpleasant jagoff
who fills every room he steps into
with a philosophical fart.
But your beer... man.
It's poetry in a bottle.
That's you, too. That can live on.
You're right.
It is an exceptional brew.
Packs a nutritional punch,
prevents water-borne disease,
extremely refreshing.
And it contains
a high enough alcohol content
to provide a welcome buzz.
It's exactly what this shithole needs.
Hell, it even brought
comfort to a dying man.
You know what would
bring comfort to this dying man?
You turning around
and leaving me the hell alone.
And if you trip and break your neck,
well, we'll just call that a bonus.
Nice knowing ya, Jimbo.
That's what we need.
Charlie, can you...
Charlie! Go!
I heard you!
Get down!
You shouldn't be helping them!
They broke my chain,
but I'm going to fix it!
I am going to make you strong!
You're hurt. We can help you.
I don't need any help!
I am not weak!
We can help you!
I said I don't need any help! I don't...
It's the woman on the walkie.
Where are they?
You really want to know?
Let's stay close.
Find Al, and then
we circle back to here, okay?
Mmm.
At least we know
where all the jerkymen went.
Didn't come down long ago.
We got to be careful.
Generator's this way.
Looks like AI's been busy.
Al?
Al?
She left a message.
"Hope you're alive.
Damn walkie died,
and I don't know if you did,
so I'm gonna go for the freight elevator.
If you read this
and I'm dead in the hallway,
find my goddamn tapes and keep them safe.
Make copies,
leave a stash somewhere if you can.
If I make it,
that's what I'm gonna do.
And if you find that C-word,
settle her shit."
She didn't use the "C-word."
She went for the full quesadilla.
Hey... gennie got
a little bit of juice left.
These elevators won't be running for long.
We're gonna find that freight elevator.
It's gonna get infected
from being in that muck.
Come on!
Maybe not.
You hear that?
What, that damn grackle?
Nah.
It appears to be the cocktail hour.
We were looking for a boat.
We found this instead.
Hey.
Hey, kid.
Here.
Thank you. Hey... we talkin' now?
You okay?
You?
And who might our fellow passenger be?
There's another way
to the freight elevator.
The hall doubles back
just before the collapsed ceiling.
We should go. Come on.
Morgan, what is it?
Outside.
Still surrounded.
Even if you get down there,
you're never gonna get away
unless somebody distracts 'em.
- No.
- No, you just can't stay.
I got you in here.
I have got to get you out.
So I'm...
I just got to...
I just got to do something to, um,
draw them away from the front. That's it.
We can figure something else out.
You don't have to stay.
I do. I have to.
And you have to let me, June.
And you're gonna get out?
You got to go.
Okay.
You get all them killed, too?
Come on. We got work to do.
Morgan, it's safe to talk now.
That person you were
worried might be listening...
she ain't.
John, is that you?
June?
John. Thank God. Are you okay?
Uh...
I... I opened up my side a little bit,
but, uh, boy, to hear your voice...
Yeah, I'm pretty good now.
Are you and Al okay?
I am. I think Al is.
I wasn't sure if
I was gonna talk to you again.
Boy... boy, I'm being honest,
I wasn't sure, either.
I had a blackjack for you, but I ate it.
Well, you had to build up your strength.
Where are you?
Hospital. St. Luke's in the city.
We're headed for you now.
Stay in contact.
We'll meet in the outskirts.
The city's full of the dead,
and we can't miss each other again.
Yes, ma'am.
Mo-Mo, we're gonna need that distraction.
Copy that.
Here's what I need you to do.
You get back inside
away from those things.
I just need a minute.
No. No! What did you do to me?
Hey, hey. Easy there.
I'd say we were pretty cordial,
considering what you did to our friends.
I wanted to leave you
on the side of the road.
You should have.
You would have died.
At least I wouldn't have been weak.
I remember what Morgan said
on the walkie before you shot him.
He wanted to find you.
He wanted to help you.
That's why you're here.
When you see him, you can thank him.
He'll be thankin' me.
You'll see.
You come to give me a hand?
'Cause this may not just take one.
I got a pretty good reason not to.
Okay. Okay.
Argh!
Come on! I don't know
how long that's gonna last.
You need to get going!
Morgan, you get going.
Jim, too. We'll wait.
Power's out, June.
Elevators are not working,
and the stairwell's flooded with walkers.
You just got to go.
Morgan, if this is about
leading us all into the hospital,
any one of us would have made that call.
It's not about that.
It's not. It's about...
things...
things I got to make up for.
And I don't know that
I can make up for all of them,
but if I know that
I got you all out of here, that I, uh...
I got you on your way back to John,
Strand, Alicia, back to Charlie, then,
I don't know,
maybe that could make up for something.
Morgan.
Now go. You got to get out of here. Go!
June!
You're off the hook.
At least with them.
Hey, I get it.
Whatever you got to make up for.
It's hard, because...
you have to give everything.
It may not work out.
Even if it does work out, you don't know
what you've done really will
make up for the other stuff.
So, you being up on this roof,
I think you got yourself an easy way out.
Take it from a class-A asshole.
Death is a certainty.
Getting out from
under the shit you've done isn't.
Do me a favour. Before I, uh...
Would you?
Morgan, do you copy?
June? What's going on?
We're getting you
off that roof, Morgan.
We're not leaving you behind.
No. No, the car alarm is dead.
You guys got out. You got to keep going.
I will find my own way out of this place.
Not without us, you won't.
God, John?
Yeah. I wasn't gonna
leave you high and dry.
Look, there are too many walkers
for you to get through in here.
This morning I was on an island
guarded by one of
the largest gators I ever saw.
Then I drive here in a SWAT van
helpin' stitch up a woman who
just tried to kill everyone I care about.
Seems like anything's possible.
We're in position.
Alicia?
Yeah, Morgan.
You told me to help people.
That's what I'm doing.
We're all here, Mo-Mo.
She's right. We all came back.
You know,
I told you guys to go for a reason.
We heard you, Morgan.
But you're wrong.
No matter what you think, we need you.
Well... don't get off
as easy as you thought.
You shouldn't be doing this.
I'm afraid it's too late for that.
We already are.
Where the hell did you get that from?
Passed it on the way out.
Engine's dead,
but generator for the hydraulic
still purrs like a kitten.
Ready to do this?
Let's bring 'em down.
This isn't going to end well.
You should leave... now.
Okay, we got to keep this area clear.
You're shy.
You're shy by a couple of stories.
Morgan, can you
make it down to that level?
Wait.
Come on. Let's go.
Hey, I can't... I'm...
I can't leave you up here.
You can't do anything for me.
Go.
Go.
Man, I'm real sorry.
You should be.
Don't give yourself a reason
to be sorry for them, too.
Come on, come on.
Morgan!
Alicia, do you copy?
Copy.
How we looking?
We're drawing a crowd.
You were louder than expected.
We don't have much time.
I think it's time y'all
got up here out of the fray.
Got it.
June.
Oh. Back up, back...
This is one hell of a predicament.
Yeah, you took the words
right out of my mouth.
Wendell. You all right down there?
I don't know if "all right"
is the word I'd use,
but we still tickin'.
I'm out.
Same.
We need to clear a path to the van.
Wendell, I'm hopping off
and drawing them away.
- They'll carry you to the van.
- Morgan...
No.
I said I'm gonna get you out of here.
That's what I'm gonna do.
It's okay, Morgan. I got this.
Jim?
Morgan, you told me
I get to choose how I go.
I think this beats pissing in the wind.
Sarah, are you there?
Yeah, Jimbo. Why?
I want you to remember something.
What?
My recipe.
Shit on a stick.
Go, Jimbo.
68% pils malt...
15% wheat malt,
Weyermann Wheat Malt,
7% flaked oats, 10% percent Vienna,
40 grams Slovenian pellets,
70 grams Czech Saaz whole hops.
You getting' this?
Yeah, Jimbo. Keep going.
You need Belgian and French Saison yeast.
You're gonna want to cook
the mash at 151 to 152 Fahrenheit.
Pitch the yeast at 68.
Hold for ten days, no less.
And, Sarah...
Yeah?
Hold the mic up close to your ear.
This is the most important part,
so no one else can know.
That it, Jimbo?
Well, there's love in there, too,
if you can believe it, but...
yep.
That's it.
Copy that.
We should get out of here.
She's gone.
She slipped right out.
She's hurt. We have to look for her.
No time, kiddo.
She didn't want our help to begin with.
Morgan.
Did he tell you enough?
Can you make his beer?
What are we gonna call it?
I mean, when we brew it?
He had a name.
Augie's Ales.
He died so we could make his beer.
I'm not calling it
whatever chicken shit name
some marketing company
told him to give it.
We need to give it a name
that means something.
James Ales?
Jim's Brews, maybe?
Jimbo Brews?
Jimbo's Beerbos.
Jimbo's Beerbos.
Man, he would hate that.
Yeah. I know.
Jimbo's Beerbos.
So, where are we going?
We need to get out of the city.
There's not much out there.
At least not what we've seen.
The hurricane pretty much took out
whatever hadn't already been taken out.
Morgan?
I told Jim about Virginia
first time I met him,
just like I told all of you...
that that's where I was heading.
Well, he's not gonna make it,
but I think that we can.
So let's find Al,
and then I say we make our way there.
Together.
You're strong now.
Let's go make him strong, too
The battery could have died.
Or she did.
Shut it, Jimbo.
What the hell is Mo-Mo doing over there?
I don't know what the hell
you're waiting for him to do.
He got us into this.
You're on your own now.
I see that bite really
brought out the best in you.
Can I do the honours
when he become a skin-muncher?
Jesus, really?
Nice bedside, asshole.
Anyhow, the way
things are looking right now,
I'm not the only one
who's gonna have to get put down.
We are going to find Al.
We are going to find
our way down from here.
But I don't know how.
I'm sorry, but I really don't.
You don't want to lead the way...
that's fine.
But you can help. You know you can.
Al, are you there? Do you copy?
Hey! Over here! Hey! Strand!
John.
How the hell did they find us?
Perhaps you were right.
Perhaps we just needed to believe.
Al, do you copy?
I repeat, do you copy?
June?
Alicia, is that you?
Yeah. I'm... I'm with Charlie.
And you're not gonna believe it.
We just found John and Strand.
John.
He can't hear you. We see them,
but they're cut off by the flooding.
We're gonna get them, though.
Can I?
Alicia?
Morgan. Where are you?
Can't tell you over the walkie.
It's not safe.
Are you all right? Are you hurt?
Um, we got stuck. I, um...
I got us stuck.
Don't know if there's a way out.
I did what you told me.
I tried to be there
for someone when they needed.
I tried, and that's how
I found John and Strand.
So I'm gonna get them to safety,
and then I'm gonna come find you.
So just hang in there.
We just have to find Al first.
Yeah. We should do that.
Alicia, you be careful.
And when you get John and Strand,
you walkie us, please.
Got it.
So, how exactly are we
getting down off this roof?
Maybe the same way we came up.
She's hungry today.
They ain't coming back.
They can't find a way to get to us.
I doubted if anyone
would show up in the first place.
But it appears my doubts were unfounded.
As well as these.
Is that why you're drowning your sorrows?
I'm saving it.
For what?
For when we get off
this water-logged piece of dirt.
I want to get back to June
more than you can know.
What makes you think that Alicia
and Charlie can do what we couldn't?
I said things would get worse,
and they did.
And I'm afraid that
you're in the place where I was.
Unable to see
the promise of what lies ahead
even as it presents itself as clear as day
across these foetid waters.
Who I was...
the way I looked at life...
I mighta used all that up.
I mighta.
Maybe not.
I put myself on an island before.
Well, not an actual, but away.
Apart, for things I did.
I know I've been
living on the brighter side,
but that's just 'cause
someone helped me see it.
Someone else took me off that island.
Someone's gonna help you get off this one.
You know what Charlie did to Alicia,
what she took from her, who she took?
And now they're out there...
working together.
And if that doesn't
make you think anything is possible,
I don't know what else will.
Alicia. How 'bout that?
He said there were
gators in the water.
And we need something that'll float.
A boat, a canoe. Come on.
Wait!
You think I'm gonna jump?
Then what is it you're doin' up there?
You ever see one of these meat puppets
trying to walk around
with a bunch of broken bones?
Not how I plan on spending
however long it takes some a-hole
to push a sharp,
pointy object through my skull.
Ah...
I figure I can't go down there,
kill any of those goddamn things.
Pissing on 'em's
the only f-you I got here.
Ah.
Anything else,
or you just comin' over to make yourself
feel better about what you did to me?
We're gonna try to get to Al
and then find a way out of here.
You asking me to help?
I know I don't have the right to ask.
I just wanted to say that
you can't do anything about
the fact you're gonna die, Jim.
But you can decide exactly how you go.
You're right. I can.
You might want to
take a little step to the left.
The wind's changing direction.
He's not coming.
Really, Jimbo?
Tell Morgan I'm not going.
Not why I'm here.
Your beer recipe,
hand it over.
Look, we go down there,
we may never see you again.
At least not like this.
Go to hell, Sarah.
You are a class-A asshole.
An unpleasant jagoff
who fills every room he steps into
with a philosophical fart.
But your beer... man.
It's poetry in a bottle.
That's you, too. That can live on.
You're right.
It is an exceptional brew.
Packs a nutritional punch,
prevents water-borne disease,
extremely refreshing.
And it contains
a high enough alcohol content
to provide a welcome buzz.
It's exactly what this shithole needs.
Hell, it even brought
comfort to a dying man.
You know what would
bring comfort to this dying man?
You turning around
and leaving me the hell alone.
And if you trip and break your neck,
well, we'll just call that a bonus.
Nice knowing ya, Jimbo.
That's what we need.
Charlie, can you...
Charlie! Go!
I heard you!
Get down!
You shouldn't be helping them!
They broke my chain,
but I'm going to fix it!
I am going to make you strong!
You're hurt. We can help you.
I don't need any help!
I am not weak!
We can help you!
I said I don't need any help! I don't...
It's the woman on the walkie.
Where are they?
You really want to know?
Let's stay close.
Find Al, and then
we circle back to here, okay?
Mmm.
At least we know
where all the jerkymen went.
Didn't come down long ago.
We got to be careful.
Generator's this way.
Looks like AI's been busy.
Al?
Al?
She left a message.
"Hope you're alive.
Damn walkie died,
and I don't know if you did,
so I'm gonna go for the freight elevator.
If you read this
and I'm dead in the hallway,
find my goddamn tapes and keep them safe.
Make copies,
leave a stash somewhere if you can.
If I make it,
that's what I'm gonna do.
And if you find that C-word,
settle her shit."
She didn't use the "C-word."
She went for the full quesadilla.
Hey... gennie got
a little bit of juice left.
These elevators won't be running for long.
We're gonna find that freight elevator.
It's gonna get infected
from being in that muck.
Come on!
Maybe not.
You hear that?
What, that damn grackle?
Nah.
It appears to be the cocktail hour.
We were looking for a boat.
We found this instead.
Hey.
Hey, kid.
Here.
Thank you. Hey... we talkin' now?
You okay?
You?
And who might our fellow passenger be?
There's another way
to the freight elevator.
The hall doubles back
just before the collapsed ceiling.
We should go. Come on.
Morgan, what is it?
Outside.
Still surrounded.
Even if you get down there,
you're never gonna get away
unless somebody distracts 'em.
- No.
- No, you just can't stay.
I got you in here.
I have got to get you out.
So I'm...
I just got to...
I just got to do something to, um,
draw them away from the front. That's it.
We can figure something else out.
You don't have to stay.
I do. I have to.
And you have to let me, June.
And you're gonna get out?
You got to go.
Okay.
You get all them killed, too?
Come on. We got work to do.
Morgan, it's safe to talk now.
That person you were
worried might be listening...
she ain't.
John, is that you?
June?
John. Thank God. Are you okay?
Uh...
I... I opened up my side a little bit,
but, uh, boy, to hear your voice...
Yeah, I'm pretty good now.
Are you and Al okay?
I am. I think Al is.
I wasn't sure if
I was gonna talk to you again.
Boy... boy, I'm being honest,
I wasn't sure, either.
I had a blackjack for you, but I ate it.
Well, you had to build up your strength.
Where are you?
Hospital. St. Luke's in the city.
We're headed for you now.
Stay in contact.
We'll meet in the outskirts.
The city's full of the dead,
and we can't miss each other again.
Yes, ma'am.
Mo-Mo, we're gonna need that distraction.
Copy that.
Here's what I need you to do.
You get back inside
away from those things.
I just need a minute.
No. No! What did you do to me?
Hey, hey. Easy there.
I'd say we were pretty cordial,
considering what you did to our friends.
I wanted to leave you
on the side of the road.
You should have.
You would have died.
At least I wouldn't have been weak.
I remember what Morgan said
on the walkie before you shot him.
He wanted to find you.
He wanted to help you.
That's why you're here.
When you see him, you can thank him.
He'll be thankin' me.
You'll see.
You come to give me a hand?
'Cause this may not just take one.
I got a pretty good reason not to.
Okay. Okay.
Argh!
Come on! I don't know
how long that's gonna last.
You need to get going!
Morgan, you get going.
Jim, too. We'll wait.
Power's out, June.
Elevators are not working,
and the stairwell's flooded with walkers.
You just got to go.
Morgan, if this is about
leading us all into the hospital,
any one of us would have made that call.
It's not about that.
It's not. It's about...
things...
things I got to make up for.
And I don't know that
I can make up for all of them,
but if I know that
I got you all out of here, that I, uh...
I got you on your way back to John,
Strand, Alicia, back to Charlie, then,
I don't know,
maybe that could make up for something.
Morgan.
Now go. You got to get out of here. Go!
June!
You're off the hook.
At least with them.
Hey, I get it.
Whatever you got to make up for.
It's hard, because...
you have to give everything.
It may not work out.
Even if it does work out, you don't know
what you've done really will
make up for the other stuff.
So, you being up on this roof,
I think you got yourself an easy way out.
Take it from a class-A asshole.
Death is a certainty.
Getting out from
under the shit you've done isn't.
Do me a favour. Before I, uh...
Would you?
Morgan, do you copy?
June? What's going on?
We're getting you
off that roof, Morgan.
We're not leaving you behind.
No. No, the car alarm is dead.
You guys got out. You got to keep going.
I will find my own way out of this place.
Not without us, you won't.
God, John?
Yeah. I wasn't gonna
leave you high and dry.
Look, there are too many walkers
for you to get through in here.
This morning I was on an island
guarded by one of
the largest gators I ever saw.
Then I drive here in a SWAT van
helpin' stitch up a woman who
just tried to kill everyone I care about.
Seems like anything's possible.
We're in position.
Alicia?
Yeah, Morgan.
You told me to help people.
That's what I'm doing.
We're all here, Mo-Mo.
She's right. We all came back.
You know,
I told you guys to go for a reason.
We heard you, Morgan.
But you're wrong.
No matter what you think, we need you.
Well... don't get off
as easy as you thought.
You shouldn't be doing this.
I'm afraid it's too late for that.
We already are.
Where the hell did you get that from?
Passed it on the way out.
Engine's dead,
but generator for the hydraulic
still purrs like a kitten.
Ready to do this?
Let's bring 'em down.
This isn't going to end well.
You should leave... now.
Okay, we got to keep this area clear.
You're shy.
You're shy by a couple of stories.
Morgan, can you
make it down to that level?
Wait.
Come on. Let's go.
Hey, I can't... I'm...
I can't leave you up here.
You can't do anything for me.
Go.
Go.
Man, I'm real sorry.
You should be.
Don't give yourself a reason
to be sorry for them, too.
Come on, come on.
Morgan!
Alicia, do you copy?
Copy.
How we looking?
We're drawing a crowd.
You were louder than expected.
We don't have much time.
I think it's time y'all
got up here out of the fray.
Got it.
June.
Oh. Back up, back...
This is one hell of a predicament.
Yeah, you took the words
right out of my mouth.
Wendell. You all right down there?
I don't know if "all right"
is the word I'd use,
but we still tickin'.
I'm out.
Same.
We need to clear a path to the van.
Wendell, I'm hopping off
and drawing them away.
- They'll carry you to the van.
- Morgan...
No.
I said I'm gonna get you out of here.
That's what I'm gonna do.
It's okay, Morgan. I got this.
Jim?
Morgan, you told me
I get to choose how I go.
I think this beats pissing in the wind.
Sarah, are you there?
Yeah, Jimbo. Why?
I want you to remember something.
What?
My recipe.
Shit on a stick.
Go, Jimbo.
68% pils malt...
15% wheat malt,
Weyermann Wheat Malt,
7% flaked oats, 10% percent Vienna,
40 grams Slovenian pellets,
70 grams Czech Saaz whole hops.
You getting' this?
Yeah, Jimbo. Keep going.
You need Belgian and French Saison yeast.
You're gonna want to cook
the mash at 151 to 152 Fahrenheit.
Pitch the yeast at 68.
Hold for ten days, no less.
And, Sarah...
Yeah?
Hold the mic up close to your ear.
This is the most important part,
so no one else can know.
That it, Jimbo?
Well, there's love in there, too,
if you can believe it, but...
yep.
That's it.
Copy that.
We should get out of here.
She's gone.
She slipped right out.
She's hurt. We have to look for her.
No time, kiddo.
She didn't want our help to begin with.
Morgan.
Did he tell you enough?
Can you make his beer?
What are we gonna call it?
I mean, when we brew it?
He had a name.
Augie's Ales.
He died so we could make his beer.
I'm not calling it
whatever chicken shit name
some marketing company
told him to give it.
We need to give it a name
that means something.
James Ales?
Jim's Brews, maybe?
Jimbo Brews?
Jimbo's Beerbos.
Jimbo's Beerbos.
Man, he would hate that.
Yeah. I know.
Jimbo's Beerbos.
So, where are we going?
We need to get out of the city.
There's not much out there.
At least not what we've seen.
The hurricane pretty much took out
whatever hadn't already been taken out.
Morgan?
I told Jim about Virginia
first time I met him,
just like I told all of you...
that that's where I was heading.
Well, he's not gonna make it,
but I think that we can.
So let's find Al,
and then I say we make our way there.
Together.
You're strong now.
Let's go make him strong, too