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I can't stop thinking
about it.

It wasn't just the church,
it was the whole block.

Radio City Music Hall.

It-It- It was like traveling
back in time.

Like waking up
from a long nightmare.

How magical would it be
to get the grid back on,

to see Fun City
all lit up again?

You are hungry.
Good.

We've got a very big day
ahead of us.

It makes no sense.

We demolished an armada
without his help.

Bruegel should be coming to us.

All that matters is he's willing
to talk, right?

He wants to discuss terms.

He is a-a slippery eel looking
only to feed his own mouth.

I don't know why we trust
a word he says.

We shouldn't.

We've only won a battle,
not the war.

New Babylon will be back,

and they will have learned
from their mistakes.

We need our army, which means
we need Bruegel and his men.

So we just have
to make nice,

stay one step ahead of him.

Leave that to me.
I would say I have a gift

for determining weakness
and exploiting it.

Don't forget anything
in the car.

Takes a lot
to faze you.

Can't say the same for him.

There's a reason we needed you.

He is too emotional.
He's volatile.

Things have to remain
amicable today.

Make sure he doesn't fuck it up.

Whatever you say, boss.

I imagine your family

must be crossing the
Appalachians by now.

Very treacherous pass.

Well.
I'll pray for them.

So what, supposed to ring
the damn doorbell?

And once
I got Hershel back,

the Croat took Negan away.

I'm guessing that they weren't
heading off to have a beer.

So you traded him.

I thought you two were
working together.

I thought Negan was helping you.

He killed Hershel's dad.

And I had to get my son back.

I'd have done the same.

And then you saw him in the park
yesterday with the Burazi.

I mean, he was using one
of their spears.

Did he say anything?

No.

Negan's been with the Burazi,
he's gotta know something

about the methane,
where they're set up.

He's our only lead.

We gotta find him.
Learn what he knows.

How are you gonna explain this
to Narvaez?

You being the Negan slayer
and all.

I'll figure it out.

You tell anyone else?
Ginny?

I didn't think
it was a good idea.

I found something in her bag.
A gun.

A gun?

I think she took it from one
of the other officers.

And it felt like...
she didn't want anybody to know.

Like she was saving it
for someone.

Let's keep this between us
for now.

Hope the traffic wasn't too bad.

Welcome.
Welcome.

Welcome.

I assume that you
found whatever it was

you were looking for
in the park?

Uh, no.

But the park
usually leaves nothing to find.

And anyway, more important
matters arose.

I like what you've done
with the place.

It's more, uh, more refined

than when Christos
and his people called it home.

For him, canvases were kindling,
sculptures projectiles.

I was shocked to hear
he had lost it to you

in one of your little games.

Ah, go big or go homeless.

Got yourself a lot of mirrors
here, slick.

It's to help reflect the natural
light coming into the museum.

Um, electricity would be nicer,
obviously.

Or methane torches.

Speaking of which...
this-this isn't wine, is it?

It's a small token
of our respect.

Careful. I don't expect you
to know,

but it is highly flammable.
All it takes is a match.

Well, then it's a good thing

none of us are looking
to play with fire today.

In all seriousness, thank you.
Thank you.

With this much methane,
I'm sure we could probably

power a toaster.

Kidding.

Would you like your jackets off?
Coats, coats, coats.

Um, who-who are you?
Who-who might you be?

Mr. Pierce is a recent immigré .
A historian.

I brought him along to record
all the history we'll be making.

Oh, I'd love to read it
when it's all done.

It's meant mostly for posterity.

Oh, it's an inspirational tale.
Thermopylae.

I-I so apologize for forcing you
to come all this way.

Not at all.

It was the least I could do
for such a lavish gift.

I so knew you'd
appreciate the Goya.

But before we continue
and get into all this

nitty-gritty stuff,
I'd love to show you around.

Oh, lead the way.

Oh my darling, I will.

You know, I couldn't
make up my mind,

the dog eating the chicken...

Why do I get the feeling
we're going on an audio tour?

We'll just be gone a day or so.

The only reason
that I'd ask you to stay

is to keep an eye
on things.

I'm thinking we keep it small.
Maggie, Hershel, and me,

seeing as we're the ones
who know the Burazi.

We'll move along the perimeter,
pick up what we can.

If we're lucky,

we'll find out where
they're housing the methane.

There's no perimeter.
Not anymore.

They left this morning
for the old art museum

at the edge of the park.

Which means it's time
for you to go.

Like we discussed.

If you give us a day,
I'll scout the museum

while the others pack up.

When I get back, we'll head out.

Yes, sir.

Okay,
we're all squared away.

We should head out soon.

Sun's not gonna wait for us.

Christmas night, 1776,

the general plans
a surprise attack on Trenton.

The odds are against him,

but he's hoping to
change all that dramatically.

He hopes to capture two thirds
of England's forces

and turn the entire war around.

And so,
Washington crosses the Delaware.

This is my favorite piece
in the whole museum.

I mean, a small
federation of colonies

taking on a powerful island?

Or rather...

a small island taking on a
federation of powerful colonies?

And to think this went
for 15.3 million at Sotheby's.

Can you imagine?

I-I mean, not that we're
counting zeros anymore.

Negan.
Just curious what you think.

It's cool, I guess.
Never been a big art lover.

I'm more of a movie poster
kinda guy.

Speaking of dramatic odds,

you yourself have
quite defied them.

The armor, the weaponry,
the accoutrements.

It's the space itself.

All of it won in a gamble
at the plaza, no?

You are, uh...
What do they call it? Uh...

New money.

Hmm, I guess Lady Luck
has just smiled on me.

Oh no, Lady Luck has not only
smiled, she has kissed you

on the mouth.

How many fights has your
champion won in a row?

-I've never counted.
-Twenty-six--

-Wow.
-I believe.

Wow.

Now if I were someone upon whom
Lady Luck had frowned...

like Christos,

I might wonder how
your champion could be

so persistently victorious.

I don't know that it's such a
big mystery, right?

Biggest dude wins.

And even from the cheap seats
the other night, you, my friend,

you have the biggest dude.

A big fuckin' Frankenstein
of a dude.

He is, isn't he?

Well, you're all gonna be happy
then because today

you have a front row seat

to an exhibition match.
A feisty friendly.

On that note, I'm hungry.
Are we hungry? Lunch?

Come, please.
After me.

Let's hold up a second.

The museum should be five blocks
from here.

How do you always
know where you are?

He grew up here.

When I was a kid,
my brother and I'd cut class.

Take the train down, and hang
out in the park all day.

Our school was strict,
so we had to sneak out.

Can't tell you have many times
Joel pulled a fire alarm.

What's a fire alarm?

What?

It-it was a bell.
And you'd--

-You'd pull it.
-Pull it.

All right,
here's a question.

What food do you miss most?

For me, it's no contest.
Breakfast sandwich.

Like the kind you'd get
in a hole-in-the-wall bodega.

Jelly donut.

Maybe a Kit Kat.

♪ Gimme a break, gimme a break
Break me off a ♪

♪ piece of that Kit Kat bar ♪

Sometimes, early on, you'd luck
out and find a candy bar.

Last time I saw a candy bar was
three years in.

It was my birthday...

And he surprised me.

I don't see what was so great
about the old world.

From what it looks like,

it's just everybody fighting
each other.

Killing each other
for resources.

You know, for power.

That's not all it was.

It's true.

The more people try
to bring it back,

it just leads to more fighting,
and killing.

Hey, where are you going?

Hershel.

I saw
some blackberries.

Okay, just be careful.

I know.

Interesting that even when
nothing is at stake,

you still let your
champion fight.

"Champion."
"Champ-champion."

"Champion."

I'm sorry.
I'm not--I'm not making fun.

It's just your accent
is just so fucking exotic.

-It's Serbian?
-Croatian.

It's a wonderful accent.

It's "interesting."

It's "interesting."

Not hungry?

Oh, no.

I'm saving myself
for the second course.

I hear raccoon au poivre
is on the way.

That's it!

I-I knew I'd seen you before!

See, I'd been doing all this
research on the old world,

and in one
of the New York papers,

I kept coming across
these reviews of-of plays

and musicals.
They were so witty and scathing.

And next to each review there
was a photo, and it was her.

She used to be the critic.

I mean, she could make
or break careers.

Dictated culture for decades.

She basically ran the city.
And then--

Oh god, there was that whole
thing at the, um--

What was it called?
The-the King something Theater?

What whole thing?

Um...

There was, um, this writer
who wrote a play called

The Little Empress .
It was a thinly veiled mockery.

Well, that sounds like
a goddamn hit.

It--
Well, it was actually.

Um, and at one of the shows,

there was an altercation
with the writer and, um...

And, um?

Well, she, um...

I bit him.

Mr. Pierce,

what was that drawing
you were showing me?

The one with the, um,
fallen skybridge.

Um. I, uh...

Riveting.

And uh, who-who drew it again?

It was a boy you picked up
along your way.

Hershel, if I'm not mistaken.

Oh, don't worry.

I knew our boy was involved

the second he sent
the smoke signal.

Um, pass the carrots,

the carrot please.

Uh, more satisfaction
for me by carrot.

No, no, no, no.
No, no.

What do you think?

The Burazi are watching
the cars, not the museum.

There's no methane there.
Must be something else.

We'll wait
for Negan then.

Having a kid...

...it's the scariest thing
of all.

Especially when it's just you.

All I think about day and night

is keeping my girls safe.

Making sure they never go
through what we had to.

I know I seem...

hard on the outside.

But deep down, I'm...

...terrified all the time.

When I got back from Manhattan,

I wanted to take my family
and go.

But where?

Strange to think I'm fighting
so hard to bring back

a world that my daughters
never knew.

Is that what they even want?

I guess we gotta wonder.

How much of it is for them
and how much for us?

Why are you here?

It's not for New Babylon,
that much is clear.

I'm here to kill the man
that killed my father.

You know, I grew up outside
of Jacksonville.

Surrounded by family.

And then, suddenly...
I was all alone.

For years.

When I got to New Babylon,

they looked at me
like I was an animal.

But there was one person
who refused to give up on me.

She'd soon be Governor Byrd.

She gave me this very pistol.

She said it came with a respect
for order and justice.

She taught me that no society
can flourish without the law.

That no crime...

no murder...

can go without retribution.

That man that killed
your father,

you say he's still here,
on the island?

Thank you.
Thank you so much.

Um, may I say that,
back in the old days,

I-I was in a position
of power and influence.

Some people, they loved me.
But a lot more hated me.

So I got myself a bodyguard
for protection.

His name was Tony.
Even after, you know,

the shitstorm
to end all shitstorms,

he remained loyal, by my side.

He taught me
the true meaning of service.

Which is what I mean when I say
I'm gonna serve you.

To our newfound alliance.

Mm. I dare any mainlander
to set foot on this island.

I dare any lawman to give me
or you a ticket for jaywalking,

or you peeing in the park.

Because we grow today not only
in numbers, but in zeal.

And to that end,

I would like to propose
a small, tiny addendum,

which I believe will just
strengthen our alliance.

Let's build
a second methane facility

right here in the museum.

We would double our output.

All that's needed is
the sharing and pooling

of scientific expertise.

What say you?

Absolutely not!

I will have to remind you

that you are in no position
to ask for anything.

We are the ones who beat
New Babylon on the water.

We are the ones who are holding
all of the cards.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa,
that's one opinion.

He is cheating.

It's okay.
It's okay. It's all right.

I asked before,

how is it Bruegel's champion
never loses,

winning for him endless spoils?

How is it he and his cronies
grow only richer

while the others--
the others sink into poverty?

Your champion,
his reflexes are quick. No?

Maybe too quick.

Have you injected him
with something perhaps?

-What are you talking about?
-Methylphenidates?

Is that even possible?

Dextroamphetamines?
Because Negan was right.

He truly is a Frankenstein.

This is so absurd I can't even
say any more to you.

-Traces of the chemicals...
-Keep going. "Interesting."

...can easily be detected
through

the administration
of fenproporex,

which I would be more
than happy to do.

If Christos and the others
were to hear of this,

I can only imagine
how they would react.

But I am thinking

that this
does not need to happen.

Because we are all friends here.

You know...

it's getting late.

We should get your coats.

You know what?
You're offended.

Understandably.

I mean, if I was accused of
amping up a walker to cheat,

hell, I'd be pissed off too,

but the thing is,
we both still want something.

All right?
So, we do it your way.

All right? If Frankenstein wins,
you get your methane.

But we pick a guy
and he wins,

then you join our alliance,
no addendums.

You're on.

Hey, I've been thinking.

Do you--do you remember the, um,

story about when
we were on the road

and you found
the lightning bug?

Do you actually remember it?

Yeah.

And the way that I tell it, is
that how you remember it, too?

Uh, it's like you said, uh,

we were on the road.

You said I was five or six,
but I think I was older.

Earlier that day, you told me
to-to get some firewood.

Wh-when I came back,
I could...

Could hear you crying.
To yourself.

You were always so sad
at that time.

And you didn't know
I was back yet,

so I pretended to take
a little longer.

But that night I wanted to do
something to...

I don't know,
cheer you up, I guess.

And then I saw this lightning
bug in the distance,

so I just...

I'm sorry.

I didn't know.

Hey.

What is it?

Who's down there?

Negan.

They're going back
to the museum.

Then we need to find a way in.

How do we get to 'em?

I can create a distraction
or something.

And then I can get him alone.

How?

I've got an idea.

You're, uh, sure about this?

I like an underdog.

Okay.

That would be an underdog.

Control of the methane is too
important to wager on a game.

And with such a
duplicitous individual.

Okay, well, the rules.
No physical contact at any time.

The fight lasts as long as it
does until there's a solid kill.

What else?
Armor.

There's no restrictions
on armor,

as long as the back
of the head is exposed.

Speaking of which,
take your pick.

You know, I think I'm good.

Like I said,
I like an underdog.

Okay.

Bruegel!

What? What?
What is it?

What is it?

Oh, my god.
Oh, my fucking god!

Oh, my god!
Oh, my god!

How the fuck does this happen?
How did this--

Get in there!
Put it out!

Get the candles!
Pick the candles up!

Put it out, now!
Put it all out!

Throw yourself against it.
Don't hurt it.

It's 200 years old,
for fuck's sake!

Turns out we are playing
with fire today.

You little fucking shit.
Tap it.

Not too hard, not too hard,
not too hard.

Touch it, touch it gently.

There's liking the underdog,

and then there's
just being stupid.

I assume you know
the difference.

Well, let's hope so.

That's it.
There we go.

How do these things happen?

No one knows.

Where are you going?

Little boy's room.

Uh, rat has a tendency
to go right through me.

Maggie.

You came back.

Why?

Not for you.

Be a little strange if, uh,

you came back to
bust out the guy

that you threw
in the slammer.

If you can call this
the slammer.

Looks to me like
you're a free man.

Like you're holding up
just fine.

Yeah.

So what?

Forget a credit card
or something?

Oh, shit.
I get it.

Finally got you
on the payroll.

So, coming to me for help?

I mean, I am sensing a bit
of a pattern here, Maggie.

I won't
bullshit you.

I know we don't got
a lot of time.

We need to secure the methane,
the whole operation.

It's for a just cause.
It's gonna help a lotta people.

Anything you can tell us,
where it's being processed,

-how we--
-Good seeing you, too.

You know what?

I wanna hear it from you.

I'll meet you and Hershel
back at the rendezvous point.

The hell are you doing
coming back here?

What are you thinking?

Do you think I want to be here?

I don't give a shit
about the methane.

Sooner I help them,
sooner Hershel and I

can go back to living our lives
in fucking peace.

And so I'm, uh-- I'm putting up
all the risk as always.

I don't need anything from you,
just a location.

I can't help you.

I can barely help myself.

I give you anything,
even something small,

then the people
I'm looking out for,

I-I can't.

I can't.

Who?

Annie and Joshua.

St. Patrick's Cathedral.

51st and 5th.

Maggie, there's something else.

It's Hershel.

She got to him somehow.
He is helping her.

Who?
Who got to him?

Listen to me.
You can't trust him.

No.

Look, I am telling you,
that's how they knew--

You don't know
what you're talking about.

You have to go.

Right now. Go.

Well,
isn't this a nice surprise?

Since you
waived the armor,

I say the proceedings can begin.

Technically,
I didn't waive anything.

Just nothing in your closet
fit quite right.

Yo, oil.

Oil?

Ah, I see.
You're both slippery bastards.

- Let him go.
- All right.

Here we go.

Frankenstein can't get him.

That's it, that's it.
Keep moving, keep moving.

Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Come on over.

Come on, smell, smell, smell.
Come on, come on.

Get over here, shorty.
Come on.

Hey, hey!
What the hell are you doing?

The rule says
no physical contact .

Come on, come on, come on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, oh!

Come on, boys.
Come on, boys!

- Hey!
- What are you doing?

Why? Why?

No physical contact.

What are you doing?
Snare him.

Serves you right.
Snare him.

Come on!
I see.

Come on, come on, come on.

Come on, boys.

Hey, hey, hey.
No touch.

At least he put up a good fight.

Wow!

That was one for
the history books, huh?

I hope you got all that down,
Mr. Pierce.

Now even though
we won the match,

I think what we've really won
is each other's trust.

Um, we played by the rules-ish.

We gave them quite the show.

So...
in the spirit of trust,

I am willing
to join the alliance,

no strings attached.

- Well, come on.
- For you.

And you.
Both of you.

Come on, give it up.
Give it up.

To the alliance!

Come on!

Come on!

Maggie.

Where's Hershel?

I'm the first one here.
You're the second.

What took you so long?

Nothing.

It just... took me a while
to get out.

Did Negan give you anything?

Do we really have
to do this again?

Oh, don't worry.

The Dama would like to
find you a more...

permanent home.

I don't know how you
pulled that off,

but you always do.

I loved it.

Your family would be so proud.

They will be proud.

Negan.

Join me.

Power is a funny thing.
It fuels you.

It lights your way.
It heats you up.

It's what makes the world
go round and round.

The old world, at least.

Ah, we were so close today.
I could almost taste it.

You did wonderfully today.

You moved well.
You fought well.

We've had a good run.

We've had a really good run.

Come on.
Tony,

I've been good to you, no?

Tony?

Come on.

Yes.

Ah, there have been--
There have been costs, right?

But I'd like to think in a way

that I've served you, too.

I have given you
the most valuable thing of all

in this world...

a purpose.

But...

now that our secret's out,

you're no longer
of any use to me.

We were so close.

And yet,

I picked up a really
good tip today.

Can't say the odds are great,
but, hey,

you know what they say,

higher the risk,
higher the yield.

I'm not out of moves just yet.