And, yeah, I said less than a mile.
Which means we don't have a lot of time.
Okay. You ready?
He's unconscious, remember?
- Raymond. - Yeah?
If he's unconscious,
wouldn't he be here?
This isn't working. We need more sharpshooters.
I can't spare the men.
You see what is out there.
We have to think about the battle that lies ahead.
如果不拿下维克斯堡If we don't take Vicksburg,
we won't control the Mississippi,
and we need command of the river to win the war.
At this rate,
I'm afraid we will be out of ammunition before dawn.
We need some backup.
Damn, it's dark.
Even if Mr. Rory wasn't in a zombified state,
I doubt he possesses the intelligence to operate a light switch.
Well, he probably just destroyed a conduit or something.
Well, that's hardly comforting, Raymond.
All right, come on!
He got me! He's got my foot.
天哪 快跑 快跑
Oh, my God. Run, run!
This is a nightmare.
If Mr. Rory's intention is to eat our brains,
can you imagine the feast we'll provide him,
given our combined intellects?
You've got a long night ahead of you.
What is it?
What's happening to him?
I'm not sure but I-I've never felt him so--
so frightened or angry before.
I knew I should have gone with him.
Well, Sara and Nate are still out there.
Maybe they can get to him.
I've lost contact with Jax and Amaya.
I really could use some help out here.
I suppose there's your answer.
事情是这样的 莎拉 我们想去帮忙
Here's the thing, Sara. We'd love to come help.
But my vaccine didn't work,
and Mick got turned into one of those things.
And he's confined us to the galley.
Until we can cure him,
you guys are on your own.
- Yeah, looks like we all are. - Yeah.
Who are you?
My name's Jackson.
Those are some pretty famous slave owners
you're named for, Jefferson.
Look at his hands.
Have you ever worked a day in your life?
Uh, it's a long story.
What are you doing here?
Also a long story.
Maybe--maybe you could help me.
I'm here for General Grant.
The Union general?
He sent me to steal details of Confederate troop movements.
Even if you could get your hands on them,
there ain't no way off this plantation, Mr. Jackson.
- There's always a way. - No.
Master Collins got guard dogs.
Yeah, we had some friends.
They got caught less than a mile out.
But they didn't kill them.
No, they didn't want to lose the labor.
So they cut off their manhood.
And then hobbled them,
so they could never think of trying to run again.
How do you endure this?
- How does it not-- - Drive us all mad?
Because that's what they want it to do.
They think they can break us.
*When the sun comes up*
*And the first quail calls*
*Follow the drinking gourd*
*For the old man's a-waiting for*
*To carry you to freedom*
*Follow the drinking gourd*
Jax, are you there?
Well, well, well.
Who invited you to the party?
Actually, my invitation have gotten lost in the mail.
Hm, you sure have a smart mouth on you.
Pretty one, though.
We'll have to teach you a lesson on how to talk to your betters.
We told Mick that we would save him.
Plus, I still have the vaccine.
We just have to figure out a way to get it to work.
The vaccine wasn't effective when we injected Mick.
But if we can aerosolize the serum,
and deploy it using something like a--
a fire extinguisher,
we could deliver the cure as a spray.
W-we're not doing anything.
But you, on the other hand--
Look, Marty, I know that you're scared.
I've been nothing but scared since my suit was destroyed.
I've been terrified that I have nothing to offer the team.
But you have to get over your fears
if we're gonna survive this.
We've only seen these things downwind from here.
We can pick them off in this valley
until they're all gone.
I got my best men on the ridge to the West.
But reports are, they are running out of ammunition.
What? Helps me think.
Well, without ammo,
we can't take all these zombies out,
even with perfect shots.
Can I talk to you for a minute?
Mr. Collins is gonna love
spending the midnight hour with you, girlie.
I'm looking forward to it.
I hope he enjoys getting punched in the face.