The Walking Dead (2010–…): Season 7, Episode 4 - Service - full transcript

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(breathes deeply)

(ticking continues)

(weapon thuds lightly)

(bag rustling)

(door creaks)

(birds chirp in distance)

(birds chirping, crows cawing)

(bag thuds)

(chirping continues)



Good morning.

Tch4ch4ch.

Oh, here, look at that.

- Shh.
- (fusses)

(vehicle approaching)

Could you open the gate?

Eugene.

Yeah?

Open the gate.

Goin' out to see if we can find
anything for when they come.

You want to help?

(engine idling)

I don't believe
I'd be up to that.

Yeah, sounds about right.



I'm repairin' this portable
audio system for them.

We'll have a perfectly
respectable music player

when they arrive.

I'm dealing
in certainties,

and I'm doing my part
to give them what they want.

(vehicles, motorcycles approaching)

(air brakes hissing)

(Negan whistling brightly)

♪ Dun-dun-dun dun. ♪

(banging)

(singsong voice)
Little pig, little pig, let me in!

(gate rattles)

Well?

Um, who are you?

Oh, you better be jokin'.

Negan, Lucille.

I know I had to make
a pretty strong first impression.

Well, hello, there.

Do not make me
have to ask.

You said a week.

You're early.

(gate creaking)

I missed you.

(walker growling)

(chuckles)

Oh, Rick,
come on out here.

Watch this.

Calling it!

(walker growling)

(grunts)

(body thuds)

Ha ha ha!

Easy peasy lemon squeezy!

All right, everybody.

Let's get started.

Big day.

Hey, Rick, you see that,
what I just did?

That is some service!

I mean, we almost get turned
away at the gate.

"Who is that guy, anyway?"

Do I get mad?
Do I throw a fit?

Do I bash
some ginger's dome in?

Nope.

I just take care of one
of these dead pricks

that could've killed
one of y'all.

Service.

Hold this.

(music playing)

Hot diggity dog!

This place is magnificent!

An embarrassment of riches,
as they say.

Yes, sir, I do believe

you are gonna have plenty
to offer up.

(Negan chuckles)

Daryl, hey"

No.

Nope.

He's the help.

You don't look at him,

you don't talk to him,

and I don't make you
chop anything off of him.

♪ Same goes for everyone. ♪

Right?

(exhales sharply)

A lot of suspense there.

I don't think
she even knew how much.

All right, let's get this show
on the road.

See what kind of goodies
you got in the cupboard.

We put aside
half the supplies.

No, Rick.

No.

You don't decide
what we take.

I do.

Arat.

You heard the man.

Move out!

They're just gonna search
the houses a bit,

keep the process movin'.

(sighs)
All right.

You gonna
show me around or not?

Well?

(singsong voice)
Rosita!

Where you going
with your friend here?

We were just
heading back to--

You know what?
I don't care.

(sighs)

(sighiflg)

(sighs)

Now that that's
all settled,

I got a job for ya.

Go get me Daryl's bike.

It ain't here.

Well, if it ain't here,

then you know
where it is, right?

We both know you know
where it is.

(sharply)
Uh...

Now you're good to go.

So go.

- Oh, oh.
- (car door slams)

Oh.

(sighs)

Don't take too long.

(engine starts)

(birds chirping)

(growling in distance)

(gunshot booms)

(shell casing rattles)

(gunshot booms)

(shell casing rattles)

(gunshot booms)

(gunshot booms)

(shell casing rattles)

(walker growling)

(gunshots booming)

(growling continues)

(panting)

Damn it.

(growling)

Negan:
You see this?

This is the kind of thing
that just tickles my balls.

A little cooperation

and everything is pleasant
as punch.

You see, we really are
reasonable people

once you get to know us.

Honest.

Ohh.

Man.

(tab POPS)

- Ahh!
- (can thuds lightly)

Damn, I love this place!

Man: Negan.

Somethin' you might
wanna see.

Well, well, well.
What do we have here?

I got my fingers crossed
for a little freaky-deaky.

(video camera beeps)

Rick: ...know me.

I've killed people.

- I don't even know how many by now.
- Jee-hee-sus!

But I know why
they're all dead.

Is that you, Rick,
underneath all that man-bush?

They're dead so my family,
all those people out there,

- can be alive.
- Shee-ot.

I would not have messed
with that guy.

(video camera beeps)

But that's not
you anymore...

is it?

Nope.

I really gotta
shave this shit.

Whatever happened
to that sick girl?

That seemed like a hell of
a stressful night for her.

The way she was carrying on,

she was married
to number two, right?

Careful.

Careful how
you're lookin' at me, Rick.

Widows, especially ones
that look like that...

(exhales sharply)

...they are special.

I love 'em.

Right after
their husbands go,

they are just empty inside.

(singsong voice)
But usually not for long.

(chuckles suggestively)

Ahh.
Where is she?

I would love to see her.

Father Gabriel:
Do you care to pay your respects?

Ho-ly crap!

You are creepy as shit,

sneaking up on me,

wearin' that collar
with that freaky-ass smile.

My apologies.

I'm Father Gabriel.

(chuckles)

She didn't make it?

Damn tragedy.

That's what this is.

(breathes deeply)

Well, this must really suck
for you guys.

Number one?

That was on me.
No choice there.

Lessons had to be learned.

But number two?

That didn't need to happen.

Daryl, there,
he forced my hand.

Probably put her
right on her back, huh?

Damn.

I was gonna ask her
to come back with me.

Oh, I know
what you're thinkin'.

How could I have a shot,

guy that just bashed
her husband's head in?

(chuckles)
You'd be surprised.

Boy, people, they--

(gunshot in distance,
glass shatters)

Put some back
or the next one goes in you.

(chuckles)
Kid...

what do you think
happens next?

You die.

Carl, Carl, put it down.

No. He's taking
all of our medicine.

They said only half
our stuff.

Negan:
Of course.

Oh-ho.
Really, kid?

And you should go.

Before you find out
how dangerous we all are.

Well, pardon me, young man.

Excuse the shit out
of my goddamn French, but...

did you just threaten me?

Look, I get
threatening Davey here,

but I can't have it.

Not him, not me.

Carl, just put it down.

Negan:
Don't be rude, Rick.

We are having
a conversation here.

Now, boy, where were we?

Oh, yeah.

Your giant, man-sized balls.

No threatening us.

Listen, I like you,

so I don't want to go hard
proving a point here.

You don't want that.

I said half your shit,

and half is what
I say it is.

I'm serious.

Do you want me
to prove how serious?

Again?

(sighs)

(exhales sharply)

(sighs)

You know, Rick,
this whole thing reminds me

that you have
a lot of guns.

There's all the guns you took
from my outpost

when you wasted
all my people

with a shit-ton
of your own guns,

and I'm bettin'
there's even more,

which adds up
to an absolute

ass-load of guns,

and as this little
emotional outburst

just made crystal clear,

I can't allow that.

They're all mine now.

So tell me, Rick...

where are my guns?

(garage door motor whirring)

Olivia:
I... figured you were coming.

Show him where
the guns are, Olivia.

The armory's inside.

Negan:
You run the show in here?

Inn:

I just keep track of it all--
the rations, the guns.

Good. Smart.

Don't let me stop you.

Take her out, boys.
Show 'em the goods.

Wait, wait, wait.

Negan:
While they're at it,

I just want to
point out to you

that I'm not taking
a scrap of your food.

Slim pickin's in here.

And I can't be
the only one to notice

that you got
a fat lady in charge

of keeping track of rations,
can I?

Either way,
you starve to death,

I don't get shit,

so for now,
you get to keep all the food.

How 'bout that?

What do you
want me to say?

I don't know, Rick.

How about a thank you.

You think that might be
in order?

Or is that too much
to ask?

(chuckles)

Ohh.

I know we started off
on the wrong foot,

but what can I say?
You forced my hand, Rick.

But it's like I've been
tryin' to tell you--

I'm a very reasonable man
as long as you cooperate,

so let me ask you
a question, Rick.

Are you cooperating?

What's it look like?

Oh-ho-ho.

I know what it looks like.

But what I really want
to know is

if we're gonna find all the guns
back there

or if maybe you got a few just
waitin' for their moment...

just like my Lucille.

They're all in there,
to the best of my knowledge.

Mm.

I am countin' on that,
Rick.

(engine shuts off)

(car doors close)

Still here.

Look, I know this sucks,
but you saw what happened.

You saw how many of them
are there today.

That's it. It's over.

This is our life now.

This is where Rick got us.

Maybe if Rick thought
it through,

it would've been different.

(thudding)

People might still be with us.

This is where we are.

We just got to learn
to live with it.

(clatters)

Rosita!

You know what today is, Rick?
Today is a banner day.

Yes, it is.

I think this
little arrangement

we have is gonna work out
just fine.

Hold up.

Let's see if you've been
taking care of my guns.

(gun cocks)

(gunshot, glass shatters)

(chuckles)

Feels good.

Sounds good!

Oh, I do believe Lucille's
gettin' a little jealous.

Well, ho-ly smokes!

Look at this!

It was you guys
that took out Little Timmy

and the Dick Brigade?

Wow, Rick.

Gettin' in your last licks.

Ooh, man, I'm gonna have
some fun with this.

Please,
I-l don't know for--

Arat, we don't do that

unless they do somethin'
to deserve it.

Yeah, we went through
the inventory.

Guns in the armory,
guns they had around the walls,

they're short.

Glock 9 and a .22 Bobcat.

Is that true?

We had some people
leave town.

Those guns probably
went with them.

So Olivia sucks
at herjob.

Is that what
you're sayin'?

No.
No, I'm not sayin' that.

There should be a full
accounting here, right?

Top to bottom.

- Am I right?
- No.

I mean, yes.

The inventory is correct.

Good.

But not so good, too.

You see, what's in here...

isn't in there.
You're two handguns short.

Do you know
where they are?

No. I...

(Negan sighs)

That's disappointing, Rick.

I thought that we had
an understanding.

But this-- well, this shows
that someone's not on board,

and I can't have that.

I don't enjoy
killing women.

Men, I can waste them
all the live long.

But at the end of the day,
Olivia, my dear,

this was
your responsibility.

- Look, we can work this out.
- Oh, yes, we can.

And I'm going to--
right now.

(whimpering)

This was your job,
and you screwed up.

Keeping track of guns?

(whimpers)

That shit...

is life and death.

I thought about
hiding some of the guns.

I did it before.

I figured I could bury
some out there.

Maybe we don't touch them
for years.

Years?

Yeah. That's right.

But what if the Saviors
find those guns?

What if we run into them
when we have those guns on us?

One of us dies.

Maybe more than that.
Maybe a lot more.

Doesn't matter how many bullets
we have.

It isn't enough.

They win.
It's that black-and-white.

Hiding a couple of guns
isn't the answer, not anymore.

We don't have to like it,

but we need
to give them over.

A Glock 9 and a .22.

That's what they're looking for.

Who has it?

Someone knows where they are

or they know who does.

If we don't find them,
they're gonna kill Olivia.

They'll do it.

Why do they care?

Two guns aren't a threat
to them.

But those guns
could help protect us

from whatever else
is out there.

Do you have 'em?

Wish I did.

Rick:
Most of you weren't there.

You didn't have to watch.

But you can look away now
when someone else dies,

or you can help solve this.

We give them what they want,
and we live in peace.

(whispering)
Don't.

Now is not the time.

(whispers)
It is.

Say we find the guns.

How are we gonna get out
of this, Rick?

There is no way
out of this.

Let me put this to all of you
as clearly as I can.

I'm not in charge anymore.

Neganis.

Now, who has the guns?

Not everyone's here.

(walkers growling)

Spencer: Rosita!

Where are you?!

(growling intensifies)

(grunts)

(growling continues)

(growling)

(grunting)

(groans)

(panting)

(Spits)

Rosita!

So that's why
you're out here?

They killed Denise.

(speaks Spanish)

It's empty-

So what if it was full?

What could you do with it?

Don't you get it?

That asshole back there
took our guns

because he's gonna take
all our guns.

What?

What are you gonna do,
tell them?

(scoffs)

This is not our life.

(floorboard creaks)

(sighs shakily)

Father Gabriel:
Nothing.

Still.

I just...

I feel like...

I know this is going
to work out.

HOW?

We'll find the guns.

We'll get through today.

Then we'll find a way
to go forward,

how to beat this.

There is no beating this.

Yes, there is, somehow.

I have faith in us.

I have faith in you.

Things change.

You're my friend.

It...

wasn't always that way.

Where's Michonne?
Could she possibly have--

She doesn't have anything
they're lookin' for.

What you did with the graves,
it was quick thinkin'.

Thank you.

It was nice digging a grave
I knew would stay empty.

No luck?

We searched the house,
Rosita's.

There's nothing.

So what do we do now?

If they were anywhere,
they'd be here.

Spencer's done this kind
of thing before.

We keep looking.

Maybe today works out.

I'll check the garage.

I'll look in Deanna's
office again.

(sighs)

(floorboard creaks)

(door opens, closes)

Man: Balloons?

You going to a party,
little girl?

Can I keep them, please?

(bird chirps)

It's just...

let me keep them.

Say please again,
little girl.

Please.

Yeah.
One more time.

(chuckles)

(sharply)
Please.

Be careful, little girl.

They'll be gone soon.

(indistinct conversations
in distance)

What you got for me, Rick?

(breathes deeply)

(chuckles)

Well, would you look
at that?

They were here after all.

Funny how a little "Holy shit!
Somebody's gonna die!"

lights a fire
under everybody's ass!

(Olivia whimpering)

So, tell me, Rick--
which one of your fine folks

almost cost Olivia
the rest of her days?

- It doesn't matter anymore.
- No, it matters.

See, you need to get
everybody on board.

Everybody.
Or...

we just go right back
to square one.

(door rattles, slams)

(brakes squeal)

(engine idling)

(engine shuts off)

(brakes squeal,
engine shuts off)

Hell of a place
you got here, Rick.

Give me a second.

No.

Please, can you just...

give me a second?

He had me hold it.

I need the rifle.

What?

I know it's in the bag.

I know what you're doing
out there.

What am I doing out there?

You're practicing.

We have to give up our guns,
all of them.

We can't.

If you keep it,
and they find it,

someone dies.

I'm not losing you or Carl
or anyone else.

I'm not losing anyone else!

Now I'm giving it to them.
Are you gonna let me?

(humming)

Look at this!

Rick: I thought she was
scavenging.

She was hunting.

This one never came inside.
We kept it near the line.

Look at this.

This is something to build
a relationship on.

Good for you, Rick.

This is readin' the room
and gettin' the message.

I've said it before,
I'm gonna say it again.

You, sir, are special.

Now that you know we can
follow your rules...

YQS?

...I'd like to ask you
if Daryl can stay.

Not happenin'.

You know what?
I don't know.

Maybe Daryl
can plead his case.

Maybe Daryl can sway me.

Daryl?

(chuckles)

Well, you tried.

Now what you got to do

is get over
that tall wall of yours

and try harder out there.

Earn for me.

Because we're coming back soon,
and when we do,

you better have something
interesting for us,

or Lucille,
she's gonna have her way.

I want you
to hear that again.

If you don't have something
interesting for us...

somebody's gonna die.

And no more magic guns.

Arat, grab that deer.
It's getting late.

Let's go home.

(carcass thuds)

Man, I love a gal
that buys me dinner

and doesn't expect me
to put out.

(chuckles)

I'll take that.

Rosita!

Got a little thank-you.

That's all
you're getting back.

Took all your guns,
most of your beds.

I hope you find a place to lay
your pretty little head.

(chuckles)

Did you find anything else
out there?

Just your dead friends.

(chuckles)

(engine starts, revs)

(engine idling)

You can have it back.

Just say the word.

(engine revving)

So, nobody died.

And you know
what I think?

I think you and I,
we've refined our understanding.

Let me ask you
something, Rick.

Do you want me to go?

I think that'd be good.

Then just say those two
magical words.

Thank you.

(chuckles)

Don't be ridiculous.
Thank you.

(walker growling in distance)

Another one.

(growling continues)

You need our help.

Davey, hand me that candlestick
over there.

You know what
I think, Rick?

I think we're both gonna
come out of this winners.

Watch my form!

(walker growling)

(flesh squelching)

Ahh.

Yep.

Win-win.

(candlestick clatters)

You should clean that up for me
for next time.

Let's move out!

Oh, wait.

(chuckles)

How careless of me.

You didn't think I was gonna
leave Lucille, did ya?

I mean,
after what she did,

why would you want 'er?

Thank you for being
so accommodating, friend.

In case you
haven't caught on...

I just slipped my dick
down your throat,

and you thanked me for it.

(engine starts)

(gate creaking)

Rick: Spencer.

We took the guns
you had in your house.

The Saviors wanted ours,
all of them.

There were two missing
from the inventory.

They were gonna
kill Olivia.

Spencer.

You went into my house?

They were gonna
kill Olivia.

Look, I'm not faulting you
for having the guns.

I did it myself.
But the food and liquor?

(sighs)

That's 'cause you're small,
Spencen

You're weak.

You got lucky
with the walls.

You got lucky with us.

We should've made a deal
with them when we could've.

Oh, yeah, we're so lucky.

You've led us all
to the Promised Land!

Isn't that right, Rick?!

Here we are!

I guess Glenn and Abraham
were lucky, too?

You say anything
like that again to me,

I'll break your jaw,
knock your teeth out.

You understand?

Say yes.

Yes.

You had guns?

Uh-huh.

Why didn't you tell me
after I--

You saw what I did
to get one,

that I need bullets.

I had them for a while

because I didn't
trust Rick.

'Cause I was worried about him
being in charge.

You know what?
You were right.

This doesn't have to be our life.

(engine starts)

(vehicle drives off)

They took our mattresses,
most of them.

That rifle

was one of theirs
from the outpost.

They didn't have a list?

Unh-unh.

Could've hidden more.

Did you?

(sighs)

No.

Everything we have,
we got from fighting.

I made the choice.

There aren't enough of us.
It's about numbers.

There's the Hilltop.

They'd still have
the numbers.

We play by their rules,
and we get some kind of life.

What kind of a life?

(sighs)

You know,
I had a friend.

I don't talk about him.

He was my partner.

He got Lori and Carl to safety
right after it all started.

I couldn't.
I was in the hospital.

L-I didn't know
what was happenin'.

My friend...

his name was Shane.

Well, him and Lori...

they were together.

They thought I was dead.

I know Judith isn't mine.

I know it.

(breathes deeply)

I love her.

She's my daughter.

But she isn't mine.

I had to accept that.

I did.

So I could keep her alive.

I'll die before she does,

and I hope that's
a long time from now

so I can...

raise her and protect her
and teach her how to survive.

This is how we live now.

I had to accept that, too,

so I could keep
everyone else alive.

It's not your fault
when people die.

Not always, but sometimes--
sometimes it is.

You have to accept this.

All of us do.

Or it won't work.

I'm gonna try.

(insect buzzing)

(breathing heavily)

Make me a bullet.

(music playing)

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