The Walking Dead (2010–…): Season 5, Episode 5 - Self Help - full transcript

♪ May the work I've done ♪

♪ Speak for me ♪

♪ May the work I've done... ♪

It's getting
a little messy for you.

♪ Speak for me... ♪

Getting ready for retirement.

Relaxing the grooming standards.

Thinking about
becoming a plumber.

A sheepherder, or something.

You ain't herding sheep now,
Abraham.

Eyes on the prize.



Damn right.

That's my girl.

Maybe I'll let you
shave me down all over,

dolphin-smooth.

I'll cut it for you tonight.

Yes, ma'am.

Hey, maybe Rosita

can give you a trim
while she's at it.

Party's getting
a little long in the back.

Or is it your source of power?

I ain't slaying a lion
anytime soon.

I wouldn't be placing
any wagers on seeing me

dispatch a thousand Philistines
with the jawbone of an ass.

So you'll just settle
on saving the world, right?



Yeah.

What's up?

- Last night?
- Nope.

Yes. That and tomorrow.

And I'm thinking
about that preacher,

what he did.

♪ May the service I give ♪

♪ Speak for me... ♪

Maybe they're just behind us.

Maybe Daryl and Carol came back.

Maybe they took the map,
found some cars,

and they're just down the road.

They'll catch up.

We're clearing the way for 'em.

How long will it be?

After you get on that terminal
and do what you have to do?

Depends on a number of factors,

including density of the infected

around target sites worldwide.

Wait, target sites?

Are you talking about missiles?

That's classified.

I thought we were over that.

What if we all live?

The secrets will matter then?

They might.

Anyway, the speed
with which things normalize

depend on a number of factors,

including worldwide
weather patterns,

which were modeled
without the assumption

that cars, planes,
boats, and trains

wouldn't be pouring hydrocarbons

into the atmosphere this long.

Changed the game quite a bit

when it comes to
air-transmissible pathogens.

Why the hair?

Because I like it.

And no one is taking scissor

or clipper to it anytime soon.

Do you hear me, Miss Espinoza?

Yes, loud and clear.

Y'all can laugh all you want.

No one was makin' fun.

The smartest man I ever met
happened to love my hair.

My old boss, T. Brooks Ellis,

the director of
the Human Genome Project.

He said my hair
made me look like,

and I quote, "a fun guy,"

which I am.

I just ain't Samson.

♪ Speak for me ♪

♪ You remember this ♪

♪ The work I've done. ♪

♪ It speaks... ♪

Ellen...

Ellen!

Eugene!

Eugene!

Eugene, are you okay?

The preacher...

didn't see another way out.

You hold on, okay?

Everyone else, you all right?

- Yeah.
- Yes.

The engine's on fire.
We gotta get out of here.

I know.

All right, you and I go first,
knock 'em back.

Clear the way for Maggie
and Rosita to get out,

then we all start
hitting them, okay?

Yeah, all right.
We'll do it live.

- Tara?
- Yeah?

You cover Eugene.
You come out when it's clear.

- Okay.
- On my go!

Go!

Come on.
I know it sucks and it's scary,

- but it's time to be brave.
- It isn't voluntary.

It is when you're
screwed either way.

So you gut through the choice
that might help somebody.

Come on.

I'm right behind you.

Whew.

Check Eugene.
See if he's hurt.

I'm fine.
Just cuts and dings is all.

Check him!

- Is that your blood?
- Yeah.

Damn thing opened again.

I swear, the cuts are finer
than frog's hair.

They're just big bleeders.

First aid kit's in the bus.

I'll see what we have.

We're not stopping.
We're rolling on.

We'll find another vehicle
down the road.

The mission hasn't changed.

Devil's advocate, nothing more.

We smashed to a stop hard.

We spent a lot of time
rolling things out of the road.

The church is just
15 miles back that way...

No. We don't stop.
We don't go back.

We're at war,
and retreat means we lose.

The road fights back,
the plan gets jacked.

You all know that.

Now, we will get through this
because we have to.

Every direction is a question.

We don't go back!

You okay?

I am fit as a damn fiddle.

We are going with you.

You are calling this thing.

I just need to know you're good.

This is how things stop.

I can't afford that right now.
The world can't afford it.

Listen, I took a pretty hard shot
to the sack with that crash.

I am stressed and depressed
to see that ride die,

but if you say we're rolling on,

I'm good.

We're rolling on.

I'm gonna rub some dirt on it
and walk it off.

Yeah.

We'll find what we need
like we always have...

- on the way.
- Okay.

I'm not rubbing dirt
on anything.

Maybe we can find some bikes.

Bikes don't burn.

All right.

Right.

Eugene, what are you doing?

Nothing.

Let's go.

Ellen!

Ell...?

Ellen?

Ellen.

Let's go.

♪ ...speak for me... ♪

♪ May the work I've done ♪

♪ Speak for me... ♪

I'm gonna take a sweep.

Okay.

Hey.

Thank you.

For what?

Showing up.

It took a little horse trading
to get you here,

but it's plain
as potatoes to me now.

You get it.

You could have lit out
after the crash, made a case.

But you stayed.

- I made a deal.
- Yeah, you could've broke it.

What was I gonna do?

You gonna put that thing
away tonight?

How about that?
You gonna wrap that up?

No, I'm gonna
let it get some air.

Got cut up
pretty ugly last night

back at the church.

Yeah.

Gotten to the point
where everyone alive

is strong now.

We have to be.

You're either strong

and they can help you,
so you help them,

or you're strong
and they can kill ya.

So you gotta kill them.

You gotta kill them and...

I want to say it's never easy.

That's not the truth.

It's the easiest thing
in the world now.

The world's gonna change, right?

You're damn right it's gonna.

You'd better turn in.
You got late watch.

Yeah.

I really need some ass first.

Didn't need to know that,
but, cool.

Abraham!

He's watching again.

Over there in
the self-help section.

"Self-help."

Don't worry about him, baby.

He's harmless.

Come on.

Dude.

Cards on the table.
I was watching them.

Yeah, I saw that.

I believe they know
I catch an eyeful on occasion,

which isn't to say it's their thing.
It's not mine either.

It's just that I enjoy
the female form

and I consider this
a victimless crime

that provides both
comfort and distraction.

Maybe, uh... maybe we can
move on from here.

I was looking for you
to say thank you

for having my back at the bus.

You saved my life.

- Don't know about that.
- You did.

Well, if I did,
then you provided the context

for me doing so.

- What?
- I was screwed either way,

so I went with the choice
that helped someone.

I thought it trite,
but it turned out to be true.

- Point to you.
- You have this.

Even if you didn't before, you do.

Look, I'm...
I'm the same way.

You know you can do this.

Uh, did you hear
what I just said?

The bus crashed 'cause of me.

- No, it didn't.
- Yes, it did.

I put crushed glass
in the fuel line.

Light bulbs I found
in the church.

The vehicle should've failed

before it ever got to the road.

You would've killed us.

It wasn't supposed
to go down like that.

Not hardly, not half.

The glass wasn't supposed
to wear out the fuel line

next to the spark plugs.

We fully pulled
a short straw on that one.

What the hell?
Why did you do that?

Eugene, why did...
Eugene?

Why did you do that?

- Um...
- Answer me.

I appreciate
the positive affirmations

and looking the other way
on the perversion,

but I know empirically
and definitively

that I cannot survive on my own.

- I cannot.
- So you killed the bus?

If I don't cure the disease,

if I don't save the world,
I have no value.

- That's not how it works.
- If I don't fix things,

there's no way you people
would keep me around,

share resources,
even protect me.

Of course we would.

We're friends.

We have each other's backs.
That's it.

That's how it works.

Don't tell anyone else
what you did.

I'll keep your secret
and we'll keep going.

You know you messed up.

You're trying, but, dude,

you can't do something
like that again.

I won't.

You're stuck with us.

Just like we're stuck with you,

no matter what.

I don't know why I told you.

I do.

Welcome to the human race,
asshole.

Come on.
It's getting late.

You thinking about them?

Yeah.

I feel guilty.

Hey.

Hey, we get to have...

little vacations
on bookstore floors.

We're not back there anymore.

We're living for something else.

And they don't get to right now.

Well, we did almost die today.

And we don't have a car.

And we're drinking toilet water.

It just feels really good
having this...

because it's not about what was.

Not last night.

It's all about what's gonna be.

Don't feel guilty about that.

Ellen.

You're safe now.

I stopped 'em.

You don't have to be scared now.

Hey...

It's okay.

It's not infected.

You been going to
nursing school on the sly?

Roger and Pam taught me.

Mm.

I think we should
stay here today.

No.

You got some reading
you need to catch up on?

We got lucky yesterday.

But we're all banged up,
you especially.

We've been through worse.

We keep moving.

Maybe we always wind up stopping

because we never start at 100%.

Every minute we waste
getting him to Washington,

people are dying.

You think I don't
understand that?

After everything?

You see, I want us
to actually get there.

No, you want us to sit around.

You want us to stop.

This town isn't in bad shape.

This store wasn't even touched.

We could make a good base here.

We could spend one last day
doing a sweep for supplies.

We'll sweep as we go.

We've done it since Houston.

We're not stopping now.

You heard the lady.

We're taking it north.

We tapped out the toilet.

Broad River is five miles west.

At the very least,

we stock up there
before we find wheels.

We got a vehicle.

And it just so happens...

it's got 500 gallons
of water on it.

About time things
started going our way!

Come on.

Just once.

Just one damn time.

We'll find another ride.

If there was a ride
worth a shit in this town,

we'd have seen it.

This thing's done
some crowd clearing.

Right up into the intake.

Which means we've got an air filter

filled with damn human remains.

There is no damned corner
on this damned Earth

That has not been dicked hard

beyond all damned recognition.

- Abraham?
- What?

That feeds the radiator.

The intake for the engine
is actually on the roof.

Tara! Maggie!

One damn town!

- One damn town!
- Abraham, just wait!

There's more from the back!

I been to eight county fairs

and one goat rodeo.

I never seen anything like that.

There was a Goodwill
over there by the bookstore.

It's pretty blown up,
but there might be some supplies,

some dry clothes, maybe?

Not necessary.

I can clear that intake
in two shakes.

Then the engine
will get some wind

and so will we.

You'll air-dry.

We roll on.

What?

This shit is screwed up!

Ellen?

AJ?

Becca?

Ellen!

Ellen!

Come on.

I know why you have the haircut.

I told you,
it's 'cause I like it.

I believe that.
I like it, too.

I think you like it for a reason.

You're not the person
people think you are.

You want 'em
to know who you are.

Not following you.

If you didn't have that mullet,

you'd probably be like
everybody else in the labs.

But you're not
like everybody else.

I think a lot of people
in your position

probably would've given up,

but you didn't.

There were people...
a lot of them along the way...

they made sure I didn't give up.

It wasn't me remotely.

It was.

You started this thing.

And you're not like Samson.
He was kind of a mess.

Not following you.

Well, his story goes...

that one day
when a lion attacked him,

God gave him strength
and he tore it apart.

Then he goes back one day,
he's by himself,

and he sees that bees have made
a hive in the carcass.

So later he tells
this riddle to people.

"Out of the eater,
something to eat.

Out of the strong,
something sweet."

And I always thought,

how the hell are people
supposed to know the answer

when it's just
about his own life?

When the only place the answer is
is in his own head?

Whoa, what the hell is that?

What?

Wind's picking up.
You're about to smell it.

What is that?

Whatever's making that stench,

it ain't nothing nice.

We're not stopping.

Uh, we're stopped.

Let's go We're gonna go.

I will not lie down.

Abraham.

I will not abase.

Abraham, let's get out of here.

I will not give up the ship.

Hold up.

- We gotta go.
- No.

No, we don't.

They can't hear us
and they can't see us.

Not from here.

We're fine.

Yeah, this is
the definition of fine.

We need the map.
There's gotta be a detour.

Not doing it.

We detoured and detoured and detoured
from Houston to Georgia.

I'm not playing
that game anymore.

We are not going
through this, okay?

It isn't gonna happen.

You got a shitstorm
behind door A

and a storm of shit
behind door B.

If you're lucky,
it's walkers or a shot-up truck.

But sooner or later
you get cornered.

You wind up staying
and you wind up killing.

We don't go back.
We can't go back.

I'm not talking
about going back.

- Just south a few miles.
- No.

We already hit a full stop

'cause of an air filter
compromised by innards.

That will happen again.

Then we'll hit 'em with the hose.

The tank is empty, Abraham.

- If we floor it...
- We still hit them,

they still slow us down,
and then they stop us.

I'm not saying
we just go straight.

That's the way the road goes.

- Abraham.
- We can get through!

I know it!

And that means
we are not going south,

going around, or going back!

No.

They're right.

- Abraham.
- Hey! Hey!

- What are you doing? Stop.
- Let go of him.

I'm not gonna let you do this.

- Yes, you are.
- Hey, hey, stop.

Hey, you are done!
You're done!

- Do not! Do not!
- Stop!

I told you, you do not touch me!
You do not touch me!

Abraham!

Abraham!

I'm not a scientist!

I lied.

I'm not a scientist.

I don't know how to stop it.

I'm not a scientist.

You are a scientist.

I've seen the things
that you can do.

I just know things.

You just... know things?

I know I'm smarter
than most people,

I know I'm a very good liar,

and I know I needed
to get to DC.

Why?

Because I do believe that locale

holds the strongest
possibility for survival,

and I wanted to survive.

If I could cheat some people
into taking me there,

well, I just reasoned that
I'd be doing them a solid, too,

considering the perilous state
of the city of Houston,

the state of everything.

People died
trying to get you here.

I'm aware of that...

Stephanie, Warren, Pam,

Rex, Roger, Josiah,
Dirk, and Josephine.

And Bob.

You see, I lost my nerve
as we grew closer,

for I am a coward...

and the reality of
getting to our destination

and disclosing
the truth of the matter

became some
truly frightening shit.

I took it upon myself
to slow our roll...

find time to finesse things,
so then when we got there...

But at this moment,
I fully realize

there are no longer
any agreeable options.

I was screwed either way.

I also lied about T. Brooks Ellis
liking my hair.

I do not know T. Brooks Ellis.

But I did read one of his books,
and he seemed like

the type of guy
that wouldn't blink twice

at a Tennessee Top Hat.

Again...

I am smarter than you.

Now, you may want
to leave me here...

- Hey! Hey!
- Hey, come on!

Get off of him!

- Oh, my God.
- No.

Eugene?

Get up.
Look at me.

Oh, my God.

Oh, God.
Eugene, are you there?

Eugene!

Come on!

Ellen.

Help me!

Help!
Help me!

Help me, please!

Get them.
Get 'em!

Get them.
Get 'em.

Thank you.

I think... I think they're
getting faster.

Wait!

Wait up!

Stop!

- You can't leave!
- Why?

I have a very important mission.