Fear the Walking Dead

Someone there?

I repeat... is someone there?

Help, please.

Unh!

Oh, thank God.

Please, you gotta help me.

They've been after me for days.

Who?

I'm not really sure.

Well, it appears you've lost them.

What's your name?

It's Walter.

You hungry, Walter?

Eat.

I'll keep an open eye.

- Good, right? - Mm-hmm.

You know beans were the first staples

humans ever cultivated?

They were right there with us at the beginning.

Seems only fitting that we'd be enjoying them

as we march toward the inexorable end.

Uh-huh. These are good.

What's in them?

A chef never reveals his secrets.

'Sides, it's my brother's recipe.

Hmph.

He'd probably kill me if he knew I spilled the beans.

'Course.

I understand.

Doesn't matter.

These are mighty fine-tastin' beans.

Shit.

Easy there, friend. Easy.

Damn hound's been on my ass since Laredo.

Good boy, Rufus.

Good boy, Rufus.

You know his name?

Of course I do. He's my dog.

It's Tabasco, Walter.

You there?

Hello?

I repeat... are you there?

Who's asking?

Virginia.

I've got a job for you.

It will have to wait.

I have a delivery to make in Galveston.

Gonna burn a lot of gas getting down there.

I'll make sure you never want for it again.

Who are you looking for?

A man named Morgan Jones.

Is Mr. Jones dead or alive?

I... I don't know.

You will soon.

I'm right here!

Shit.

Wait! Wait.

Thought you were one of them.

Never seen them walk away from a meal.

How long has it looked like that?

Five, six weeks?

I lost track of time.

- How long has it smelled like that? - Hey, you need to leave.

I used to be a corpsman in the Marines.

Two tours in Afghanistan.

- I saw worse in the field. - Yeah.

Person who did this...

she is still looking for me.

You don't want to get mixed up in this.

That smell?

That's gangrene.

Tissue necrosis.

I know what's going to happen to me.

Doesn't have to happen to you.

I got something for you.

- Hey, I told you, I don't want any... - I heard you.

Found these in a vending machine.

They're my wife's favorite.

They were hard to come by before.

She would kill me if she knew I was giving these away.

But... you look like you could use a boost.

Save them for your wife.

You change your mind, they're right here.

My name's Isaac.

No.

I do not want to get to know you.

Yeah, I got that.

Do the dead always ignore you like they did back there?

Stay back.

Attaboy.

Suss 'im out, Rufus.

Who's in there?

Is that you, Mr. Jones?

No need to fear, my friend.

Just want to have a little chat is all.

No, don't.

Don't.

Hi, there.

Hey, buddy.

Hey, uh, I don't want any trouble.

Then we won't have any.

This fella didn't eat Mr. Jones, Rufus.

So what is you smellin'?

Have you seen this man?

He could be dead or alive.

If he were alive, he wouldn't be alone.

He would've lost quite a bit of blood.

Why you lookin' for him?

- You answer my question first. - Look, buddy, I...

It's a part of the social contract.

I say hello, you say hello back.

I ask a question,

you answer it before asking one of your own.

I haven't seen him.

Are you sure?

Social contract goes both ways.

What does that mean?

You help me with one of my problems,

I help you with one of your own.

What makes you think I got problems?

We all have problems.

Do I know you?

I don't think so.

Trust me... I'd remember

if I ever met a man with an axe like that.

I don't think I can help you.

Sorry.

All right, then.

Why is my dog so intrigued?

He's your dog, buddy.

Was anyone else in there with you?

Nope.

My, my, my.

You sure are sweatin'.

The heat... must be getting to me.

So why don't we go inside so we can cool down?

Scoot, boy.

My dog was compelled hither 'cause this blanket

holds the scent of the man I've been looking for.

But you said you hadn't seen him.

I got attacked by dead out there.

Holed up in here.

O-Ones I didn't kill wandered off.

Got tangled up in that when your guy attacked me.

Ah.

So he's dead then.

'Fraid so.

Come on!

You're just gonna attract more of them.

I told you they wandered off.

He's probably right down the road.

If the man I'm looking for is where you say he is,

I'll uphold my end of the social contract.

- Hey, you can't... - Whoa, whoa, whoa. It's okay!

- Stop. - It's okay!

- It's not okay! - The bullet's still in...

- You can't be in here. - I can take that out.

I said you gotta go!

The bullet could be close to your pulmonary artery.

If it fragmented and you move the wrong way,

- you could die. - I told you...

I know.

- Did you stitch yourself up? - No.

'Cause no doctor would've left that bullet in there.

- How did you find his place? - Your bag.

It had coordinates written in it.

Took a chance.

Why?

Because I need your help.

My wife, she's pregnant.

Eight months,

but, uh, contractions started a couple nights ago.

If the baby comes early,

it's gonna need oxygen, maybe more.

The rotters surrounded the place my wife's at

while I was away.

I tried to push through 'em on the way back,

but there were too many.

I was looking for a gun to clear them with when we met.

A gun?

Yeah, they're getting harder and harder to come by.

Why? You got ammo?

All right.

Take this, and then leave.

It won't work.

Two shots isn't enough.

It's just gonna draw more of 'em.

But you... you could walk us right past the rotters.

- They wouldn't even know you were there. - I can't help you.

Sure, you can, Morgan.

What?

What is it?

What's wrong?

How do you know my name?

I saw the tape you made at a truck stop outside Luling.

I wasn't sure if it was you or not outside the thrift shop,

- but all this... - I don't do that anymore.

Why not?

Because I don't.

I just don't.