The Walking Dead (2010–…): Season 10, Episode 3 - Ghosts - full transcript

The threat of the Whisperers return leads to paranoia sweeping over Alexandria; in the meantime, Carol battles with the need for revenge.

Lock the gates
for the night

and let's double up security
at the walls.

Previously on
"The Walking Dead"...

People are puttin' their
shittin' pants back on.

Stop.
It's one of her borders.

Why are we still
respecting borders?

Can we just
forget about them?

Put it out and get out!

- Let's go! Come on!
- Hurry up!

I saw smoke
by the border.

The enemy.
We must teach them a lesson.



We're goin' back.

Hyah!

They keep coming from
the direction of the border.

Just a constant
wave after wave.

This is her.

You know your training.
Lock it down.

There's more coming!

There's more coming in!

It's not smart to go to sleep
unless it's safe.

No.

It's not.

Well?

"Well" what?

Is it safe?



Michonne, do you copy?

How long
till the next wave hits?

One hour from the north,
two from the south.

Northern wave's thicker
than fleas on a farm dog,

but the southern's
more dispersed.

By my estimation,

we'll be fighting
into the night again.

Yeah, can't push 'em
too much further.

I have eyes.

Sorry.
I'm just tired.

We all are.

Hey, heads up.

The north border.
Now.

- Call off your walkers.
- Not us.

Yeah, right.

Not.

Us.

Go to the border,
lay down your weapons,

and wait.

Wait for what?

Her.

All right!

Is this your mother?

No.

I don't think it is.

Why's she want
to talk with us?

You crossed
into her land.

Again.
You have to answer for that.

We don't have to
do anything.

We could just not go.

- That's a bad idea.
- We're already under attack.

- Yeah! -Yeah!
- Yeah! -Yeah!

It isn't her.

If she wanted you dead,
she'd send the horde.

All of it,
not just a few waves at a time.

Maybe she's trying
to wear us down first.

Or, as I relayed
to you all

at the beginning of this meeting,
there's plausible reason to believe

- that the satellite and fire...
- I don't want to hear about

the damn satellite anymore,
Eugene!

My friends died
trying to save yours

and ended up
with their heads on spikes.

The Highwaymen
want justice!

- Yeah! -Yeah!
- Yeah! -Yeah!

So all I want
to hear from you

is that you're gonna take
a dozen of us

to meet these freaks
at the border

and that we're gonna take
that lead bitch's head off!

We cut it off!

And then we'll put
their heads on spikes!

You all right?

Yeah. Yeah, I just need
to get some air.

How many walkers did you see
in Alpha's horde?

Tens of thousands.

Ah.

So...

What's your plan
for taking them out?

Oh,
that wasn't rhetorical.

I don't have one.

Ah.

Does anybody else?

If she sends that horde,
that's it!

Right now,
all she wants to do is talk.

And we are going to listen.

Now, while we are doing that,
everyone here needs to focus

on what's coming in
from the north and the south.

We're tired.

We are on edge.

And it is going to get worse
before it gets better.

But we aren't gonna
get through it at all

if we do not act as one.

Three objectives
means three groups.

Gabriel will take point

in guarding the gate
from the northern wave...

while Aaron
will take some troops

and handle the southern wave,

breaking it up
before it hits the wall.

That leaves us,
and the border.

- Unarmed.
- You're really going in there unarmed?

We got no choice.

- We're good.
- You're low on soldiers already.

The ones you have
are fighting fatigue.

Negan has only
been on cleanup duty.

I said we're good.

Hey, uh, Gabe.

Can I...

Look, man,
if it's all the same to you,

I'd rather
just stay here

and pick tomatoes
and bury corpses.

He needs you
out there.

Yeah,
I need me in here,

especially on
a day like today.

I mean, look around...
everybody's amped to 11,

pissed at the skins,

stirring shit up
with each other.

I told you,
I don't want

any of those hateful vibes
taken out on me.

It's Aaron.
He's a saint.

Look,
I just want to stay here.

Can you just
do me that solid, Gabe?

You can fight.

You are low
on fighters.

Peanut butter,
meet jelly.

You're taking him.
End of discussion.

So...

That's awesome.

Good on you,
puttin' the ol' stump to use.

Oh.

Oh, lookie here.

Oh, God.

Drop it.

Come on.

I'm pretty sure that God
put this here for a reason...

to help me,
help you...

- Put it down.
- Look, we both know

that this broomstick
ain't cutting it.

I am trying
to make things better,

and I am not
that guy that you think...

There's three coming in.

They're on your side.

Right. Okay.

I am on it,
boss.

You all right?

I...
need a minute.

Thanks for
coming out with me.

I could...
I could go all night.

You wanna go back,
don't you?

I'm good.

Heads up.

There was one rule
between our people.

One law.

Stay where you are.

Yet you disobey.

That fire would've
destroyed your land.

Fire's nature to burn.

We have no conflict
with nature.

It could've wiped out
one of our communities.

We were not gonna sit back
and let that happen.

You can understand that.

We crossed one time.

Three times.

During the fire,
you walked my land.

And during the winter storm,
you walked my land.

During your search
along the river,

you and the man with
the metal arm walked my land.

That's three times.

We are always watching.

What did I tell you
about crossing my border?

You have to be punished.

But...

I consider context.

There will be
no bloodshed this time.

So what do you want?

Land.

The creek
that winds into the valley.

That is
your new southern border.

We will mark the new border
to the north.

That'll cut off
our hunting grounds.

We don't have to stand here
and listen to this...

Carol!

"To this"...

what?

- To this bullshit.
- That's it.

Come on.
We're done.

- Let's go.
- We're not.

Not until this one
lowers her eyes to my feet.

You should fear me.

I don't.

I look at you
and I feel nothing at all.

Is that right?

The blonde boy...

screamed your name
just before we took his head.

Stop. Stop!

I apologize...

for my friend.

We have not slept.

And you know
what she lost.

I forgive you.

Mother to mother.

This is my land now.

You better run.

Come on.
Let's go.

Let's go.

Listen.

I know that
you're dealing with...

The bitch has to die.

She ain't been the same
since she got off that boat.

Maybe she's better off
on it.

Found some peace,
you know?

Hey.

She belongs with us.

She ain't sleeping,
either.

She's out all night
looking for them.

Shit.

What happened?

Whisperers.

- Three of them.
- Walkies on.

Split up... north, west.
We'll take east.

Capture!
Do not kill!

Hey, you, uh...

What did I say?

I had to.

Did you not see this...

What, do you want me
to hang myself?

Tie up.
I'm taking you back.

Taking me back?

That is the best freaking news
I've had all day!

But I am not tying up
like some P.O.W.

Yes, you are.

Or what, cowboy?

Ah.

You know what I see?

I see someone
that's pretending.

Come on, man.
Let's go.

Aah!

Jesus.

Did you just
trip me?

What,
are you 12?

What the hell
is wrong with you?

I've been puttin' my neck
on a block for you people

all goddamn day!

You don't give a damn
about us.

If you gave a shit,
you'd leave.

That's what
everyone needs.

I did
what I had to do back then.

What did you say?

No, no, no.

Open that up.

Tell me why

the love of my life
had to die.

Okay.

One simple fact.

One truth
kept my people going...

if you don't protect
what belongs to you,

then sooner or later,

it belongs
to someone else.

That goes for your land,
your wallet,

your home, your country...
everything.

It is your job as a man
to protect it.

That's the story
of America,

the story
of the whole goddamn world.

And ain't nothing
changing it...

not you,
not me, nobody.

Are you saying that

Eric's death
was my fault?

Well...

If I failed Eric...

then you failed
your wife.

- Careful.
- Yeah.

She, uh...

died hating you.

And you will never
see her again.

You wanna say something?

Yeah.

Behind you.

Negan!

Negan!

All right.
I'll meet you back at the creek.

Copy.

No sign
of them anywhere.

No traces, no tracks,
nothing.

You're sure
you saw three?

Yeah.
I'm sure.

Carol...

how long you been
taking those pills for?

Since I got back.
It's fine.

They're like coffee.
We can't stay out here.

All right.

Find a place
with walls,

hole up
for a little while.

Get some sleep.

It's clear.

Hey.

Come on.

You two,
get down here.

- Gotcha.
- Keep watch on the east end.

- I'll take first watch.
- All right.

Negan!

What?

Nah, just thinking
'bout my dad.

He was a trucker.

He used to
tell Merle and I

all these crazy stories
about his trips.

This one time,

he was flying through Kentucky
on I-66,

and it's
pitch-black outside.

He sees this girl
up on the side of the road,

looks like
she's crying.

As he gets closer,

the girl steps right out
into the freeway,

right in front
of his truck.

He slams
on the brakes,

calls the local PD,

gets out,
and goes lookin' for her.

Only she ain't there.

He looks
under the cab, nothin'.

Under the tires,
nope.

She's not around.

No dent in the grille,
no blood, no nothin'.

How's that possible?

There was no girl.

See, my dad
didn't sleep much, either.

Sometimes he'd stay up
24 hours

just to make
one of his runs.

You stay up that long,

you start
seeing things.

Daryl, I'm not a meth-snorting
truck driver like...

Not that your dad,
uh...

I'm sorry.

No, you're right.

Doesn't mean
I'm wrong, though.

Shift's up.

Don't take that.

You need to sleep.

I can't.

Why's that?

Bad dreams?

Negan?

Negan?

You all right?

Yeah.
How did you...

Your light switched on.

I can't see.

Flowers growing outta
the walkers is hogweed.

- Hogweed?
- Nasty shit.

Causes rashes,
blindness.

- Is it permanent?
- Sometimes.

You wash
your eyes out?

Yeah.
I used, uh...

It's gone.

Parched?

Yeah.

Here.

Here we go.

Here we go.

All right.

Right here.

Wait.

Where you going?

I'm gonna keep watch.

We'll leave
first thing in the morning.

I mean,
if that's okay with you.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's okay.

Mom?

Mom.

Hey.

You all right?

Where'd you go?

What?

You've been gone
a half-hour.

Uh... patrol.

Thought I heard something.

I'm fine.

This isn't your dad
seeing a ghost.

- What?
- The story of the girl

when your dad
was a truck driver.

My dad
wasn't a truck driver.

Shift's up.

Come on.

Don't take that.

One more hour.

One hour.

All right.

Aah!

Help!

Daryl! Help!

Carol!

Doc!

What happened?

She fell.
She cut her arm real bad.

Easy.

Gonna need you all
to leave.

Okay,
you pull the shard,

clamp open the wound,
and I'll go in.

Say the word.

Good.

You clamp.
I'll go in.

I'm fine.

You're not.

Hey.

It's okay.

Here.

Is she all right?

She, um...

I...

He got it out.

She's all patched up
and out like a light.

Great.

Can you see me?

Yeah.

Good.

Ugh!

Damn.
I'm tired.

You should be.

You were mean
as a mama wasp out there.

Yeah?
You were, uh...

You were tough
as a...

A stewed skunk?

Batshit badger?

Pissed-off penguin?

All of the above.

- Rosita, where's Coco?
- Probably sleeping.

I think you confused my query
for "action"

when I was trying
to discern "locale."

She's with Barbara.

- Is that okay?
- It's just...

that little nugget can't grow up
without her mama.

I went out with you today
to protect you

- because I care about you.
- Protect me?

I taught you
how to fight.

Rosita, I...

Damn it, Eugene!

You and I
are never going to happen.

You are not
Coco's father.

We are not together.

I need you
to hear that.

I...

I'm sorry
that was harsh.

I'm...

I'm just...
I'm so tired.

I feel... drunk.

Oh, God.

Are you familiar
with the expression,

"A drunk mind
speaks a sober heart?"

No.

When under the influence,
inhibitions are lowered.

Secrets and truths
pour out.

Pun intended.

Sleep deprivation
lowers inhibition,

enhances impulsivity
in a similar manner.

Thus, when you say,
"It's not gonna happen,"

it's unfiltered truth
straight from your ticker.

I've been trying
to tell you that.

And I did not listen.

'Cause I thought that,
perhaps someday,

there might be
something special

between you
and yours truly.

But there's nothing there.
There never was.

You think that our friendship
is just nothing?

Is that
your unfiltered truth?

I don't mean to eat sorrow
by the spoonful in front of you,

but I'm in the midst

of experiencing
a crushing moment of clarity.

Our...
Our whole friendship

is premised on
my mistaken belief that,

perhaps someday, I could
change your mind, that...

you would see that
I was worthy enough

of being re-zoned
into love-town.

What kind of friend
is that?

I'm sorry.

Eugene...

I'm sorry.

Still awake?

Yeah.
You and me both.

How you holding up?

I should
be asking you that.

I'm a mother.

Lack of sleep
is my baseline reality.

You had that look
in the meeting hall...

I'm a father.

I'm just... I'm tired.

Tired.

Yeah.

Okay.

- See you later?
- Yeah.

We'll be
good as new.

Speak for
your damn self.

Okay.
Come on, man.

- I... Look, I gotta go to sleep.
- Oh, no.

That's why
I brought it over.

You know
I saw combat in Iraq?

Yeah,
I was a field medic.

And you are
telling me this now?

Well, I don't like talking
about it unless I have to, so...

Cheers.

You go in one person,
come out different.

I knew this one guy...

Shit,
everyone knew him.

Cocky.

Broad-shouldered,
Adonis-looking cat.

Like, this was the dude
that never broke.

Until he did.

Lost his squad
in Fallujah.

Blamed himself.

Came back with the shakes,
the thousand-mile stare,

the flashbacks,
going in and out of VAs.

He was a mess...

"He was"?
"Was"?

What... What happened
to this guy?

You're having a drink
with him.

Sorry.

"Adonis-looking cat"?

Oh.
God of beauty, baby.

I'm just
being humble.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Oh. We need jam.

Oh. There's probably some
at the store.

Hold on.

- There you go.
- Thank you.

You sure
they're open right now?

Mom?

Where you going?

How is it?

Hurts.

Being back here
hurts, too.

And that's her fault.

You shouldn't have
stopped me.

There were seven of us
out there.

I had to
think of them.

I know.

But I did see them.

Only you did.

Is it safe?

For now.

Pink suits you.

She doesn't believe me.

Do you?

Yeah.