The Walking Dead (2010–…): Season 8, Episode 11 - Dead or Alive Or - full transcript

Daryl finds himself in bad company as his group heads to the Hilltop; Gabriel's faith gets tested.

Patrols,
we got an Orange Situation.

Dr. Carson and the priest.

Might've split overnight,
maybe this morning.

Jeremy's green sedan is MIA,
so could be in that.

Go for standard
search and cover

in our perimeter
around Hilltop.

Eyeballs open.

Patrol Four copies.

C'mon, let's hurry it up.

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.

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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.

I 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.

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.

Carson was never one of us.

He was a weasel,
just like his weasel brother.

That's my best stab at it.

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
took a toll on our reserves.

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.

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...

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.

Tara has a point.

Why should we trust him?

He could turn on us like
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.

I'll go.

If I can have the crossbow...

You can't.
You'll stay right there.

You coming?

I'm gonna hang back,
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,
exercise.

You can have
all the guns on us you like.

What do you say?

I don't have
the resources to oblige you,

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

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 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.

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 mighta
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.

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.

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.

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.

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,

in the Northwest corner,
which I hereby

designate as this workplace's
official cafeteria, break room,

and motivational
presentational cubby.

And my brow will soon
be in need of wiping.

Ha, ha.

Lookee 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?

I am agog.

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...

quality munitions, but the
quantity is full-on scant.

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

for maximum fright
may be in order.

We could rig several
medieval-style catapults,

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,

dead or alive...

or some kinda shit
in between.