"Death is Not the End" playing
( wind blowing )
* When you're sad and when you're lonely *
* And you haven't got a friend *
* Just remember that death is not the end *
* And all that you held sacred *
* Falls down and does not mend *
* Just remember that death is not the end *
* Not the end
* Just remember that death is not the end... *
( all growling )
* For the tree of life is growing *
* Where the spirit never dies *
* And the bright light of salvation *
* Up in dark and empty skies... *
( dog barking )
* When the cities are on fire *
* With the burning flesh of men *
* Just remember that death is not the end *
* When you search in vain to find *
- * Some law-abiding citizen... * - ( mutters )
* Just remember that death is not the end *
( grunting )
( dog barking )
Stop daydreaming, Clark.
- ( crow caws ) - Burn them.
Can't let them ruin the soil.
( coughing )
- You okay? - ( water dripping )
Yeah, right as rain.
Just need coffee.
( sighs )
( sniffles )
You're pale.
It's worse in the morning.
Blake: Another 24 hours, they would've made it to the interior.
No bueno.
Troy: Yeah, we start coming out every day.
Nick: Back this afternoon, mend these fences.
You do a lot of fence-mending
back in the city of Los Angeles, poet?
( men laughing )
I'm no poet.
All that angst and suffering--
you got the soul of a poet.
It's not a negative, Nick.
Poets kill the same as anyone.
- ( car door closes ) - ( engine starts )
*
( chair creaks )
Troy.
*
Shit.
( distant chatter )
( chatter continues )
*
( gate creaks open )
Qaletaqa.
Jake.
Here we go.
This is wrong.
*
( door creaks )
( electricity buzzing )
- No, not her. - Jake: Troy, this isn't the time.
What are you talking about? It's the perfect time.
She's got no right to be here.
She has every right.
Ofelia's a hero to my people.
We're here because of what she did.
Man, do you really wanna rub my face in that shit, Taqa?
Is that smart?
If you can't accept her,
how can you accept any of us?
We accept her. We accept the Nation here under negotiated terms--
No, no, we don't. We don't accept.
We tolerate, all right? So, let's just...
- Jake: That's enough, Troy. - ...smoke a peace pipe
or whatever sanctifies these proceedings
- and let's just-- - Jake: That's enough!
- What's it gonna be, Troy? - God damn it, enough!
( chuckles )
How many feel as Troy does?
Jake: Some.
Most are loyal to survival.
They don't care who provides it.
This is our militia's arsenal.
Inventory down to the last bullet.
Walker: Is it secure?
Two keys.
One for you, one for me.
The only way one of us can access
is with the other present.
( keys clinking )
We can make this work, Taqa.
We can survive together.
( distant chatter )
You okay?
No.
I'm hell and gone from okay.
I wanna dig him up.
I wanna dig him up and kill him again.
What he left us with.
He left us with what's best.
Yeah?
You-- you think this is best?
He saved people.
He was a hero.
He was a drunk.
Yeah.
I lost my dad, too, so I do know
what it's like living with that.
Yeah?
He go pre-apoc?
He off himself?
He wrecked his truck on the freeway
coming home from a worksite.
Cops said he fell asleep at the wheel.
You don't believe that.
I think he chose it.
Was it a closed casket?
Why?
Otto's casket, it was closed.
I don't know, you-- you think these assholes,
they'd consider what the consequences were, right?
What people have to witness.
What remains.
- ( men whistling, shouting ) - ( speaking Spanish )
Uh-huh.
( engines start )
( chattering )
Come on, Klah.
No one carries tonight.
I won't go in there without it.
Then don't.
Go home.
Man: Let's see your belt.
Man #2: What's that in your pocket?
Can you tell her that I don't bite?
I don't know your appetites.
Your mama name you Crazy Dog?
No, my platoon.
Is this how it's gonna be, man.
I don't like it either, but this is what Walker wants.
It's what Jake wants.
( chattering )
How's he doing?
Better.
Lying's not useful, Alicia.
He got over the poisoning.
He recovered from that. It's...
Jake: I understand that. Yes.
Look, you can get sick treating people with anthrax.
He'll recover.
Well, take care of him.
You do the same.
What does that mean?
It doesn't help Jake or the peace
if you back channel with Walker.
I don't.
Lying's not useful, Mom.
( Lola speaking Spanish )
( speaking Spanish )
*
Everardo: Hey!
( people shouting )
( infected growling )
( quiet chatter )
- Man: What do you think? - ( Jake clears throat )
Everyone?
( chatter stops )
Our path has been hard.
We've all suffered loss.
But we can't dwell on that and move forward.
We can't hold grudges and forgive.
This place has always been
about building a better future.
And if we share our supplies,
and our skills,
we can have that.
In a generation, we can be whole.
That's what this place should be.
You are afraid.
As afraid of us as we are of you.
Fear creates fury.
Fury lets blood.
No more of that.
Jake is right.
We must forgive.
My grudge died
when Jeremiah made his sacrifice.
We can be one now.
We can fight against the hell outside.
Give that our fear,
our fury.
*
- ( insects chirping ) - ( owls hooting )
( knocks )
( door opens )
You gonna hide up here all night?
I killed people, Nick.
People with family down there.
Hey.
Glad you survived it.
Yeah.
So, do you feel guilt?
( scoffs )
Not as much as I thought.
I guess I am my father's daughter, huh?
How about you?
For what?
Do you feel guilt for the things you've done?
We're not so different, you and I, Nick.
*
( chatter )
You want a drink?
It's not a date, Taqa.
It should be a wake.
People drink at wakes.
Heavily.
( chatter continues )
Walker: If he falls, who rises?
I thought you were in charge.
The other brother is no an option.
I'm aware.
You're prepared to handle him?
If it comes to that.
We're sleeping with the enemy, brother.
They killed Gretchen.
Well, Walker denies that.
Terrance: You think he'd tell you?
They're here with us and we have to live with them.
We were at war, now we're not.
Just get right with that, brother.
First Phil,
then the Trimbols.
Then they damn near wipe us all out.
Makes you wonder who they're coming after next.
Gretchen was good.
Yeah.
Yeah, she was.
- ( shovel scraping ) - ( wind blowing )
( insects chirping )
You can join me if you'd like.
Why aren't your people with you?
Exhumations are unseemly.
I never told them what I did.
It's best they don't witness this.
Dead should stay buried.
Desecration would anger them.
Yes.
I do want peace, Alicia.
You need to look to Jake for that.
Not my mother.
Your mother does what's necessary.
( outside chatter )
- ( chattering ) - All right, get up.
Infected don't wait.
How's the coffee, Troy?
( men laughing )
Terrance, no!
- ( gunshot ) - ( groans )
( woman screams )
- Man: Whoa, hey. - ( choking )
- ( grunting ) - ( Terrance coughing )
( choking )
- Walker: That's enough! - Man: Someone stop him.
Enough!
( coughs )
- ( crowd murmuring ) - ( wheezing )
( Terrance coughing )
Alicia: He was still drunk.
He thought you killed his friend.
I don't care about circumstances,
I care about protecting my people.
His throat is crushed and we can't fix that.
He's gonna asphyxiate.
What if others follow his example?
His example? He's dying.
Nobody's gonna follow Terrance.
I promise you that.
Can you?
Who spit poison
in that boy's ear last night?
- No one needed to. - My people will arm.
Then this place becomes a shooting gallery!
It already has.
I don't believe in guilt by association,
but my people are more important.
Give me the second key, Jake.
I can't do that, Taqa.
We take the weapons when we need
to protect the ranch from the outside.
You owe your lives to my mercy.
Don't test me.
You're here because my father
took his life to preserve peace.
Do not test me.
- Give him the key, Jake. - What are you doing?
Madison: They'll control the weapons, all of them.
We'll sweep the ranch for the rest.
That makes us prisoners on our own land, Madison.
Better than the alternative.
*
( knocks )
( distant chatter )
What is it, Coop?
We need any weapons you have, Mrs. Twomey.
How it has to be.
*
( chatter continues )
Nick: Troy is not gonna go easily.
Reason for you to stay down here.
No, you're not taking this on, okay? I can watch him.
Is that what this is, Nick? Keeping a watchful eye?
- You're not obligated. - I am obligated
to you and Alicia and to the people here.
There are good people on both sides.
I know what you're carrying.
I know you took that on for me,
but if Troy finds out, he will hurt you.
Maybe.
( chatter )
( knocking )
How the sheep treating you, Blake?
You like the flock?
I'm keeping the peace, Troy.
Well, that's one pussy-ass rationalization.
We need to search your house.
Well, you live here, Madison,
so, you know, you don't have to beg entry.
We need your weapons, Troy.
You know where they'll be and you know they'll be safe.
( scoffs )
Oh, what about my safety?
I mean, asshole here is dying for a shot.
Hand him a little firewater, he'll start blasting.
Am I wrong, Kemosabe?
Kemosabe is the Lone Ranger's Indian name.
- You mean Tonto. - No offense.
None taken.
Come on, man,
you don't wanna die on your doorstep.
Okay.
This is where he died.
Right here.
- ( clattering ) - You ever, uh--
you ever spill blood on unsealed wood, Nick?
It's porous.
It just, uh, absorbs.
I had to burn what wouldn't come clean.
Search upstairs.
No, don't do that.
- Whoa, whoa. - No, Nick.
- Troy. - Get out of the way.
- Crazy Dog: Take it easy. - Troy: Come on. Nick.
- Walker: Hold your fire. - Stand down! Walker, have your men stand down.
- Nick, get out of the way. - Troy, you're making this so easy for them.
- ( gunshot ) - Get out!
- Get out. - Nick: All of you just go, okay?
I got it.
- I got it. - Nick.
- Okay. - Madison: Just back out the door.
- Go downstairs, get away from the door. - Let's go.
We go in front and back, me and five brothers.
Quick work of it.
You attack, it's only gonna make it worse.
Give me a chance to talk him down.
You can't control your son.
He was defending me.
He sided with a sociopath
who you also can't control.
I can fix this! Let me.
Man: Where do you want us?
Tell your men to hold off. That's my son.
Troy, what are you doing?
We're gonna be a beacon in the darkness
and do what my father should've done.
Jeremiah made sure we survived.
No, he wanted more than that. He wanted to build something.
That's what we're doing right now.
That's why he allowed this.
So we can all live in perfect harmony,
except it doesn't work like that, Nick.
We regress into our own.
- That is human nature. - He tried to break from that in the end.
Why are you in this, Nick, huh?
Huh? We lead and others will follow.
No one's gonna follow.
Troy, the people out there,
they just wanna live.
We head upstairs and we snipe them from up there.
- This ends bad, man. - Well, this was always how it was gonna end, Nick.
What, you-- you think you were gonna die in your sleep
with a wet-dream smile on your face?
Come on, you love this, too. Pick up your rifle.
This doesn't have to be our fate.
Hey, I am gonna die the way my father did.
That's-- that's apt.
Listen, Troy,
my father, right, he died for nothing.
Don't do that to Jeremiah.
This is not what he wanted.
Why-- why do you care?
Why do you care what Jeremiah wants?
What do you care what happens to me?
- ( sighs ) - Take your rifle.
- Come on. - ( rustling, clatters )
Here we go.
It's me! It's me.
This isn't the way, Troy.
The ranch is looking to you right now.
I hope they are. I hope they follow!
They turned over their weapons. No one's following.
See, you can still get out of this.
You're assuming that I want to.
Lay your weapons down. Come out.
And then what, huh?
There's no way back from that.
We-- we give up our guns, that is total surrender.
This is survival.
Oh, come on, you just wanna save your son, Madison.
I wanna save both of you!
I want you with me.
( gunfire )
Madison: What the hell was that?!
Son of a bitch!
- Hit 'em hard, hit 'em hard! - Come on, come on, come on!
Move!
- ( gunfire continues ) - ( glass shattering )
- Let's go, let's go. - ( grunts )
- ( screams ) - ( Nick grunts )
( grunts )
( both panting )
- You lost, man. - No.
- It's over. - I can make a fist.
If I can make a fist,
I can fire a gun.
And if I can fire a gun...
I can kill.
Oh, you're so beautiful. ( chuckles )
( distant man shouting )
Thank you, Nick.
What?
You're the last person I thought would have my back.
And I don't mind dying. Really, I don't.
It's good to have company.
( infected snarling )
( speaking Spanish )
( gunfire echoing )
( gunfire continues )
Oh, sh-- God damn it!
- I don't wanna die. - Yeah? You may have backed the wrong horse.
- ( gunfire ) - I don't want you to die!
You definitely backed the wrong horse.
Troy, think about your brother, man,
this place, your father.
I think we're at the point-of- no-return territory now.
Throw the gun out the window.
We can still walk out of here.
It's too late for that, man.
We tried truces already.
- Are you ready? - No.
Don't go weak-kneed on me.
Troy, nothing good comes from this.
I'm taking some back.
Troy: Come on, asshole!
Jeremiah sacrificed himself for this place!
Don't ruin that, Troy! Don't take that from him!
It's in or out, Nick. It's in or out.
Is that it, huh? Let it rain, assholes!
- Let it rain! - ( gunfire continues )
( both grunting )
We surrender! We surrender!
Don't ruin this, Nick! Don't ruin it!
Man: Cease fire! Cease fire!
( screams )
- ( panting ) - Now I'm pissed. Now I'm beyond pissed.
Man: We're coming in!
- ( grunting ) - ( banging )
Hey, Troy...
you're right.
Your father,
he didn't wanna take his own life.
Don't make me shoot you, Nick.
He was gonna let everybody die...
- ( banging continues ) - ...out of spite.
He lost his mind with drink...
but he didn't kill himself.
I killed him.
( banging echoes )
( wind whistling )
( banging echoes )
( grunts )
( birds chirping, crows cawing )
Maybe it's not gonna work.
Peace cannot exist without justice.
The boy who hurt your man...
His name is John Hogan.
The boy who hurt John Hogan is gonna be dead soon.
We have to deal with Troy, I know that.
He will never accept my people.
( sighs )
Troy has to go.
But you can't martyr him.
Exile.
That's fair.
- My son. - Your son has to answer for what he did.
He joined Troy. He made that choice.
And he convinced Troy to surrender.
How did he manage that?
Who gives a shit?
He saved lives. He protected our peace.
Ends justify means.
There can be consequences,
but he stays here.
Nick lives.
( all chattering in Spanish )
( speaking Spanish )
- Hey. - ( woman speaking Spanish )
- ( grunts ) - ( people shouting )
( truck approaching )
( horn honking )
( knocks, door opens )
What happened there?
Oh.
Indian blade.
( chuckles )
If I had a matching pair, I'd be Jesus.
So, uh, am I?
Am I gonna be crucified?
You'll be tested in the wasteland.
That supposed to be a punishment?
You can't come back.
Yeah, I understand.
And I-- I don't blame you.
Never, Troy.
I won't fight it.
I won't, but, uh...
I need Madison to take me.
Why?
Well, you really trust Walker with my life?
No, I'll go with you.
No, no, no, no.
No, you're not up to it.
Madison will protect me, and, uh...
I trust her, so.
Walker: Provisions to ensure this isn't a death sentence.
One knife, one gun, one bullet.
What am I gonna do with one bullet?
We chose exile over execution.
If you find the latter less onerous...
*
Madison: You swear he'll be okay?
He will suffer, he will live,
he might wake.
( engine starts )
( grass rustling )
- ( engine turns off ) - ( door alarm beeping )
( beeping stops )
- ( cocks gun ) - There's no need for that.
( chuckles )
She got a way, don't she?
White Witch of the Apocalypse.
Let's go, Troy.
So, let me get this straight...
you don't kill me now?
Don't tempt me. I'd love to.
But you gotta do what the woman says.
You're being banished from your land.
And you don't think I can find my way back?
You won't do that to your brother.
( chuckles )
You know what, you are what my father would call
a real, goddamn Pandora.
Cut him loose.
( door alarm beeping )
What's your name, chief?
Klah Jackson.
Klah. Huh.
What does that mean?
- Left-handed. - And are you?
No.
- It's lucky that I'm a righty 'cause... - ( car door closes )
...Crazy Dog, he did a number on my left.
( shouts )
- ( Klah grunts ) - No!
Troy!
- ( groans ) - ( gunshot echoes )
- Hi. - No more killing.
( sniffs ) You hit your quota?
Just get your pack and go now.
I don't wanna kill you.
Is that guilt?
What?
I know what you did.
He had to die.
( scoffs )
And you-- you let your son shoot him?
It should've been me.
Yeah.
And why wasn't it?
Huh? What stopped you?
I mean, what's-- what's stopping you now?
( both grunting )
God...
Troy.
- I thought you were cold-blooded. - ( grunts )
You still got sentiment left.
Your father wanted to let all the people die.
He wanted to let you die.
You know...
we could've fought, we could've won.
He could've banished himself.
He could've done what you're doing.
( panting )
I don't surrender, Madison.
I don't surrender.
( grunts )
Troy.
( groans )
( cocks gun )
( exhales ) Yeah.
( spits )
I thought you said you wanted me with you.
Don't make me.
You said you needed me.
Please!
I'm tired.
I'm so tired.
( sighs )
Okay.
( grunts )
( birds chirping )
*