Fear the Walking Dead (TV Series)

Los Muertos (2016)

Kim Dickens: Madison Clark

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• [Madison tells Alicia that Nick will return to the location of the missing Abigail] 

  Madison Clark : If we go, he'll never find us.

  Alicia Clark : He's not looking.

  Madison Clark : He always comes home.

  Alicia Clark : Mom, it's me and you now whether you like it or not.

• [Madison and the group drive up the beach to the Rosarito Beach Hotel] 

  Madison Clark : Nothing's moved.

  Victor Strand : The place will be picked clean.

  Ofelia Salazar : It could be crawling.

  Alicia Clark : Better indoors than out.

• [Madison and Alicia enter the Rosarito Beach Hotel] 

  Madison Clark : Someone locked this place down.

  Alicia Clark : Where are they now?

• [Strand starts to ding the bell at the front desk of the Rosarito Beach Hotel] 

  Madison Clark : Are you out of your mind?

  Victor Strand : [Strand continues dinging the bell before looking to Madison]  The service is subpar.

• [Strand offers Madison a drink at the hotel bar] 

  Victor Strand : Have a seat. Drinks on me.

  Madison Clark : Not now, Victor.

  Victor Strand : Especially now.

  Madison Clark : I'm good.

  Victor Strand : Well, you look like shit.

  Madison Clark : Oh, thank you.

  Victor Strand : You're welcome. You need some color in your cheeks. You need a drink. I need a drink. Come now, it's medicinal.

• [Strand and Madison share martinis together at the hotel bar] 

  Victor Strand : How did I not realize that our very own Madison Clark is a Southern belle.

  Madison Clark : Alabama.

  Victor Strand : Mm-hmm.

  Madison Clark : Tended bar to put myself through school. And I'll tell you right here, right now, your story is bullshit. Your martini's bullshit. And that vermouth shtick is as old as the hills.

  Victor Strand : [Strand smiles]  All right. Educate me, Ms. Clark.

  Madison Clark : Bring me tequila.

• [Strand and Madison get drunk at the hotel bar together] 

  Victor Strand : If we were sitting here before it all went to hell, maybe both of us would have skipped down to Rosarito.

  Madison Clark : No, it wouldn't have happened. Steven and I always took the kids to Joshua Tree.

  Victor Strand : Ah, you never know. I could have come down to see Tom, you would have been on some god-awful family getaway. You would have snuck away from your motherly duties, snuck down to the bar and found me. I would have sat next to you. We would have talked.

  Madison Clark : Sure, I'd talk to you.

  Victor Strand : I would have talked about coming up in the world, some nonsense to impress you. Anything but Tom.

  Madison Clark : You would have hit on me?

  Victor Strand : I'm a seducer of people, Madison.

  Victor Strand : [both Madison and Strand laugh together]  It would have been fun. But now there's no coming, no up, and no world to talk about. No Tom. No Steven. There's not even a goddamn bar.

• [Strand tells Madison that she's holding Nick too closely] 

  Madison Clark : She's right. Alicia's right. I'm never gonna see Nick again.

  Victor Strand : He's alive. The boy is bulletproof.

  Madison Clark : Yeah, you don't get it. That boy was born lost. Like his daddy. He's been slipping through my fingers ever since the day I gave birth to him.

  Victor Strand : Maybe you've been holding on too tight.

• [Madison tells Strand that Nick is just like his father] 

  Madison Clark : You leave them alone, they head straight towards death.

• [Strand tells Madison that we can't choose what we live with] 

  Madison Clark : I keep trying to save them. They keep dying. Over and over. Travis stopped that for a while, you know?

  Victor Strand : These things... we can only live with them. We can't choose.

• [Strand and Madison give a drunk cheers together at the hotel bar] 

  Madison Clark : Whoo! I'm good, I have a hollow leg. Cheers. Come on. Cheers. To motherhood.

  Victor Strand : [as Madison takes a drink]  Okay, to motherhood. All right.

  Madison Clark : [when Madison throws her glass to the wall, before pouring another drink]  To false hope.

  Victor Strand : [the two cheers a second drink]  To false hope.

  [when Madison throws her second glass at the wall]