The Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon

My name is Daryl Dixon.

I went out looking for something.

How did you come to be in France?

A bunch of bad decisions.

We've been waiting for you. You're the messenger.

Paris, that's a straight shot.

Genet: The whole endeavor scuttled. Because of one American?

Most of the city is under the control of Genet.

Isabelle: The Guerrier are overtaking the city.

There's no one else who can take him to the nest safely.

Carol: Hey, Daryl. You sure you're okay?

...came back.

Carol: I'm looking for a friend of mine.

Name's Daryl Dixon.

Losang: We need you.

Daryl: It isn't my fight.

Sometimes, when a person leaves home,

he comes to find he belongs someplace else.

Laurent: Daryl!

[Wind whistling, walkers growling]

Help!

Could've gotten one more.

I lost my footing.

'Cause you backed up.

[Walker growling, weapon plunges]

You never back up.

I'll never be as good as you.

It's only been two weeks.

Père Jean believed they still had souls.

You miss him, huh?

Père Jean?

Yeah, but I like it here.

Home is wherever the people you love are.

That's what the kids told me

back when we stayed at that school.

Gilbert: Laurent!

And, uh, you should head back, as well.

Losang would like to speak with you.

Alright.

Losang: We've received a troubling report from Paris.

Our camp, which was being rebuilt, was raided by Pouvoir,

and three of our people were captured.

Martin Fournier,

Fallou Boukar and Emile Thibaut.

You know these people, Sister Sylvie?

Um, Emile is, um... is my friend.

He and Fallou helped us get out of Paris.

Genet will use them in hopes of locating us here.

Do they know our precise location?

I don't believe so.

But we can't be certain.

Mathis, your scouts are on the way?

I hope to have a report soon.

And until then, what? We do nothing?

Isabelle: Sylvie...

We have to save them.

We will.

We need to be patient.

Patience won't work.

If Genet can't get anything from them, she'll just kill them.

We'll do everything we can. With caution.

Daryl, why don't you stay?

You think it's a mistake, not sending a team in right away.

Genet's ruthless.

You wait, and they die.

Well, I act impulsively, we alldie.

So I have to act prudently for the greater good.

That sometimes means resisting the urge

to go on the offensive.

Sometimes you gotta be willing to throw the first punch.

Well, I'd prefer to throw the last one.

This is a thangka.

It's a Buddhist way of recording and teaching.

It takes many years for the work to be acceptable.

I'm still a beginner.

How long are you intending to stay here?

I don't know.

How long is it gonna take you to find me another ride?

Well, it's hard to know for sure. A bit.

I'll stay till then.

Good.

But in exchange, I'll need to ask something from you.

You've been training Laurent.

Yeah. Yeah, to defend himself.

It's become a distraction.

Laurent is meant for much more.

More than staying alive?

Yes, actually.

Maintaining empathy.

I worry about the impact of repeated violence on him.

No offense.

None taken.

Everyone here has a place.

If they choose to seek it out.

I hope you'll find yours here, too.

He wants me to stop training Laurent.

He says I'm too violent.

I think you do what's necessary,

even when no one else is willing to do it.

Especially then, in fact.

Maybe what Losang means is that, now that we're here,

he needs something else from you.

I don't know if this is the place I'm supposed to be.

You don't think you could be happy here?

Do you?

Yeah. I think I could.

Well, I keep thinking about all the people I left behind.

Wondering if they're still thinking about me.

Hello.

I'm a friendly.

Buddy of mine got this bike from you guys.

Thought maybe you could help fix it.

You Mick's lady?

Yeah, well, I don't know too much about bikes, so, uh...

What about the guy that had it before Mick?

Is... Is he around? Maybe he can help.

Hey, guys!

Y'all know who, uh, had that bike before Mick?

Grady: Yeah.

It was that guy who got mixed up with Juno.

Oh, yeah.

What was his name?

Dixon.

What an asshole.

Yo, Grady.

Hand me that tire.

Asshole or not, can he fix a transmission?

Hell if I know.

Do you know where he is?

I mean, we really need to have this thing looked at.

Jones: Lots of guys come through here.

They work, and they moved on.

Probably best you do the same.

Eh, he was a piece of shit anyway.

Don't move.

Keep your hands down. Easy now.

You gonna shoot, bitch?

Hold on! Let me see. What the hell?!

I gotcha.

Lady, are you crazy?

Certifiable.

Where is he? Where is my friend?

We don't know! I swear! Jesus!

Suit yourself. I got five more of these things.

What the fuck? Aah!

My fucking nose! Shit, she broke my nose.

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Whoa.

Where is he?

He got into it with our brother.

They got themselves thrown on a goddamn boat.

A boat?

To where?

To France, okay?

You really want to mess with me?

It's not bullshit.

He bought himself a free European vacation.

With who? Who owns the boat?