The Walking Dead: Dead City

We gotta talk. Scratch that,

you gotta talk.

You need help?

How am I supposed to know if you ain't yelling for it?

All I have been doing for months

is trying to find a safe place for you,

and you have been sticking to me like goddamn crazy glue.

I turn my back for half a second,

and that's when you decide to skedaddle!?

Yeah.

This ass-wipe tried to kill us last night.

Guess we ain't the only ones he pissed off.

Can you at least tell me

what the hell you're doin' out here?

You lost your dino. Goddamn it.

Dropped it, huh?

Okay. All right.

We will just re-goddamn-trace our goddamn footsteps.

What do you got there?

It's beeswax.

I hear that's good for cuts. Can I bum a little bit?

No.

Eighth is safe until around 30th,

then we'll loop around.

Might as well be a map of the moon.

Or Yonkers.

Most of these streets are no-go,

jammed wall-to-wall with fleshies.

What about 33rd?

Nah, he's got traps all up and down the 30's.

How long you guys been at this?

We ain't tourists, that's for sure.

Just... kids when it all went down.

The first few weeks were the worst.

I mean, it spread so fast.

Through the subways, the buildings.

Bodies coming up from the ground,

falling from the sky.

We kept waiting for the Army to show up.

Shit, anybody.

And when they finally got here,

we were dumb enough to think that they'd come to save us.

Then we watched them blow up the bridges,

the tunnels.

Leaving us in this death trap.

We were getting it together little by little,

till he showed up. Asking people to join him,

offering protection, creature comforts.

What's he want with you?

To keep us safe.

His paranoid, crazy version of that.

Kill or be killed.

We were never gonna sign up for that.

We don't take no orders from no bridge-and-tunnel nutcase.

So now he tries to kill us.

Steal from us.

Catch and torture us,

so he can learn how to kill and steal some more.

Only one of us ever got out alive,

and that wasn't anything but luck.

I've gotta go check the alley.

Oh, shit.

I'm sorry, I didn't mean to...

No, it's all right.

She's tougher than she looks,

and she looks tough as shit.

Wanna get to the Croat,

we just gotta get through that.

It's been bringing fleshies in from all over the city.

Right on cue.

God dang, the parade's lookin' a little rough this year.

How do we get inside the arena?

You don't.

- Sewers. - Hell no.

Army shoved in all the fleshies they killed

till they got turned into fleshies too.

Sealed it up nice and tight.

You said one of your people got out.

Look, I'm just extrapolating here, but...

if someone broke out of Alcatraz...

Then there's a way back in. Who escaped?

Tommaso, just tell us how you got out.

It's all we need to know.

Or... we could show them.

No. The decision's already been made.

So, what, we're just gonna sit around,

twiddling our dicks?

He invaded our home! He butchered our people!

- We can't just... - Luther's right.

It was a risk when we voted it down the first time.

And now there's even less of us, and I...

I don't know if I can...

I mean...

Going back there is, like...

I am, um, getting a little feeling of déja vu.

Twelve, fifteen years ago, there was a...

a fella down south.

Showed up out of nowhere, a lot like this guy.

Everybody flocked to him because he knew what they needed,

what they wanted. Protection.

Sanctuary.

So we built a badass fortress.

Formed an army out of psychopaths.

And he forced people to join.

And if they didn't?

The hammer came down.

Now soon enough, the people, they got fed up with it,

so they got together.

And they decided it was time to take that hammer back.

- So what happened? - It worked.

Hell yeah it worked.

We'll talk to the others.

Welcome!

Sometimes the door would open

and he'd offer me food or medicine.

All I had to do was start talking.

How many of us were left, where we were hiding.

But I knew the second I talked, I'd be axed, so...

you know, the door kept opening.

But let's just say there was no more food and medicine.

When I was a kid,

my nonno used to talk about working on the crew

that rebuilt Penn Station.

People assumed the old station was gone.

But Gramps, he knew the spots where they left the framework

hiding behind the walls.

So one night, the Burazi

were kind enough to clean out my cell

from all the blood they spilt in there.

And lucky for me, a fleshie got in.

I ran as fast as I could,

followed the framework, found the tunnels.

So how far are the cells once we get in?

It's close.

Wouldn't bank on those cells being full.

After your disappearing act,

he would've moved folks off site.

How do you know?

It's what he would've done.

He and the Croat know each other.

They go back. Way back.

He knows how he thinks.

Huh.

So they buddies, then?

Were. Took a shot at him. Blew his ear off.

He can bait him. Lure him out of the arena.

And we get him to tell me where my son is.

And we kill him.

The rest of us will get a jump on his people

so he can't follow you.

I'm sorry.

You said he shot his ear off, right?

So how is he gonna bait him?

You don't think he's gonna want payback?

Eye for an eye? Dick for an ear?

And what if you're wrong?

What if it doesn't work?

It will work.

Y'all gonna get us killed. And for what?

For my son.

So that I can get my son.

Your son is already dead!

I think you know that.

All right, you know what?

It's been a long day. Let's take five.

Chilly in here, isn't it?

There we are!

Not bad for a jail, no?

Nicer than yours, I imagine.

Lights.

Heat, music.

Drink.

Food.

You must be hungry.

Pasticada.

It isn't magic, I promise.

Only science.

That was my profession. Alternative energy.

So naturally, when I first arrived here,

I couldn't help asking myself,

what is the most abundant natural resource

on this island?

Death.

The sewers are full of it.

As the bodies break down, they produce methane,

and because the inter-molecular forces are weak,

the gas can be pressurized into a liquid fuel

at regular temperatures.

Amazing, isn't it?

What we have built here is a sanctuary.

And all are welcome.

So, why are you here,

and whom did you bring with you?

You understand, I can't offer you refuge

until you no longer pose a threat.

Because above all, above all

in this vicious, monstrous world,

we must stay safe.

You inspected the meat?

Rotten meat can host all type of bacteria.