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The Croat, he was sure that you were dead.
Well, at least he hoped it.
But I had a feeling
that if you could survive a methane bomb attack on the Hudson,
you could certainly handle an urban park.
We checked Belvedere Castle.
We checked the zoo, the skating rink.
The boathouse was almost an afterthought.
And how funny that all this time,
there was this little collective in our own backyard.
And here we are.
Welcome. Right this way.
Come, come, come, come.
Watch for ticks.
She fell back.
Stumbled into the candles,
into the clothing rack.
I couldn't have saved her
without endangering myself.
Oh, my God. She was delirious, attacking me...
What happens next?
We go on,
ready ourselves for New Babylon.
We don't have Christos...
but we still have Bruegel and Burazi.
I mean what happens with me?
Yes.
Yes, of course.
You've lived up to your word.
You've done more than anyone could have asked.
Last night, we had a signal from across the river.
Your family will be arriving tomorrow.
You can all stay... or go.
Whatever you choose.
Is it really that bad?
If he wanted us dead, we'd be dead.
I know he's acting all friendly, but I saw him with the Croat.
They're on the same side.
You okay?
Just sore from yesterday. I'm fine.
Look,
seeing as it's just us now,
I think it's fair to say we're heading home,
first chance we get.
Don't worry, they don't bite.
I mean, they do, obviously.
Sure is nice to see one of these again.
Been a while. Found it at the boathouse.
A loaded one would have been nicer, but, oh, well.
Another relic for the museum.
Make yourself comfortable. Please, please.
Please, everybody sit.
Sorry for the prison-like vibes,
but we had to get you all the way through the park.
But from this moment on, no one's gonna keep you here.
I mean it. If you want to go, go.
But don't leave on an empty stomach.
I got to say
that what New Babylon has done
on the mainland, it's inspiring.
I mean, I've only heard it secondhand, but...
the scope, the organization.
Can I see your ID?
Special occasion, right?
We'll pretend we're in Europe.
Down the hatch.
The colonization business.
That's your niche, isn't it?
It's got its cons.
The exploitation of natural resources,
the annihilation of indigenous peoples' way of life.
But on the pro side,
it's got the exploitation of natural resources,
the annihilation of indigenous people...
I'm kidding.
Half kidding.
Honestly?
I'm all for it.
There's literally nothing I would like more
than to be colonized by you.
But...
there has to be something to exploit, right?
What if I could give you
what I'm guessing you're already after?
That's right.
The methane.
I don't have it yet, but I can get it
from the Croat and Negan and those pesky little minions.
And as a bonus, I will throw in
the bloody extermination of every single one of them.
And we're supposed to trust you?
Because the last time I checked,
you were pretty chummy with the Croat and Negan.
Chumminess was necessary at the time.
It now affords us the element of surprise.
You seen the painting Washington Crossing...
Attack them yourself. And why do you even need us?
Because sooner or later,
he'll have to tussle with New Babylon.
Gold star.
See?
Everybody wins. Well, not everybody.
Not the ones we're gonna rob and kill.
But you understand what I'm saying.
We'll think it over.
Take all the time you need.
You, bring that bucket! Let's go!
Jesus Christ! What happened?
We found her outside like this.
Who did this to you? Who?
You think it was the...
No, no, no, no. It's nothing to worry about.
It was obviously a pack of skin sacks.
It's a gentrifying neighborhood. What do you expect?
It's my fault.
I could have helped her,
and I didn't.
And now she's gone.
And now you will be leaving, too.
But I will be here still.
Why?
I mean, who says that you have to stay?
Who says that you have to light the city,
guard the island and all that bullshit?
That was her thing, her fight.
You remember how she talked about fresh starts?
Well, you actually get to walk that walk.
Clean slate.
You said it before. They don't know we're coming? That's all we need.
It was different then.
Exactly. We have the numbers now.
It isn't the plan that can't be trusted. It's him.
If he is willing to double-cross the Croat, why not you?
I mean, you want to bring back the old world?
Guess what?
Bruegel is the old world.
Playing games with people.
Chewing them up and spitting away what's left like empty shells.
Maybe you knew that,
because that's what New Babylon has been about for a long time.
Now you'll let him kill whoever it takes,
like enough people haven't died to get methane.
What do I do, Maggie?
He's offering a chance to finish it, make it mean something.
Tell me another way.
Do it just us.
The four of us can do it.
- What do you mean? - I'd rather it be us than Bruegel.
I said you can go home.
Hershel and Ginny can distract him, like we did before, and...
You never wanted to come here, let alone with your son.
- Now you put yourself in more danger? - We can handle it.
Unless this isn't about you, or him, or any of us here.
No, it is not...
You wanted Negan dead once.
Now you want to save his life.
I don't get it.
Look, we're all exhausted.
Let's just sleep on it.
See where we are in the morning.
If you could do anything,
go anywhere,
what would you do?
You know, our Surgeon General says that can complicate your pregnancy.
Luckily, I'm in my third trimester.
I never took you for a smoker.
It's funny.
I took you for one.
You know, you never answered my question.
Go big. Don't hold back. Swing for the fences.
As many shitty hands as you've been dealt,
I think you've earned the right.
I would go home, to Croatia.
Have some baby lamb under peka.
Maybe my mother's brodet.
So, what's stopping you?
I tried.
I told you, I crashed my boat into the island.
But perhaps the odds of success...
would improve...
if I wasn't alone.
No, I'm serious.
Come with me, Negan.
Your family.
Bring them, too.
They will love it.
I want to see your face
the first time you look out on the Plitvice Lakes.
It will silence you all
with wonder.
I can't.
Who says this?
Who says you could not do anything,
go anywhere?
Clean slate.
So, my family, are they coming in from Jersey City...
You brought up the rat.
On the stairs.
When we left Christos.
You put the rat in my head.
No!
This is between him and me!
You used me.
Lied to me!
Betrayed me!
You were my brother!
You think the Dama is toxic?
You are the toxic one.
I saved you from her.
You should be thanking me.
You should be groveling.
Everything that you are,
all that you have built,
your moat, your Sanctuary,
your whole goddamn persona,
is because of me!
Tell me I'm wrong.
Call me a liar!
It's true!
It's true.
Everything.
Everything I am today...
is because of you.
You made me what I am.
Go.
Go.
And don't ever come back.
Negan...
Please.
No. No.
Buraz...
Whichever way this goes...
when it's done, Hershel and I will be heading back to the Bricks.
I'm hoping that you'll join us.
Do you know how many times I've thought about killing Negan?
How many times I've tried?
Maybe I'm just scared of what's on the other side of it.
Like it won't get better.
Maybe I should have just done it right away
and gotten the damn thing over with.
The one thing I know is that it's cost me a lot.
Almost everything.
I know that things have...
been hard between us.
I guess that maybe the truth is that...
every time I look at you, I...
I see me looking back.
And how can I help you if I haven't figured out how to help myself?
Anyway, I'm sorry for rambling.
Jesus H. Christ.
How many days have you been down here?
I'm not sure.
I think it was a punishment
for embarrassing the... the lady.
The...
biting thing?
Makes sense.
Hey, you're not gonna...
Please don't put me back in there.
- Please, okay? I promise... - Relax.
You're good.
In fact...
you are free to go.
- Really? - Yeah.
I can leave? I can go home?
Wherever you want.
I...
I wouldn't have the first clue how to get there.
Sorry.
So, you're a historian...?
I mean, I was, yeah.
Although...
now everything just seems so...
upside down.
I don't like history.
I mean, is that how shit really went down,
or is that some yarn that the winners get to spin?
And maybe that is why you're feeling like everything's upside down,
because you are on the losing side.
Well, I take it history on the winner's side
doesn't look much better.
Why the hell would you say that?
No, I just...
I just meant...
I'm fucking with you.
Speaking of ancient history...
You know, back in the day, I thought I had it all figured out.
I'd built this system to protect my people.
Another group would come at us,
and I would line them up,
do a little song and dance, and I would execute one of them.
You know, just to make an example.
Now, if I didn't get my people killed, then...
I sure as hell left them twisted up,
broken.
See, maybe the thing they needed saving from was...
was me.
Welcome to the winners circle, kid.
What are you doing?
What is in that canteen?
Hershel, answer me.
What were you about...
Hershel.
Hershel.
Hershel, stop!
- What are you doing? - I'm leaving.
Are you going to her?
Is that what this is?
You poison those people?
Kill them because they're New Babylon now?
Is that what she told you to do?
What?
When we were here before...
I saw her.
I thought that was over.
I thought you were done helping her.
Can't you see what it is that she is doing?
What do you care?
You get what you want, too, right?
I stop them, Negan lives.
You think I don't see it?
Tying yourself in knots all the time to...
so you don't have to say what it's really about.
- I don't know what you're talking... - Stop lying.
It's not the same as before.
You don't know what they're doing to Negan.
Of course it's the same.
Okay. Well, it doesn't matter.
Tomorrow, we're going home, like we talked about, okay?
Home?
That's not home. That's just what you call it.
It's just pretending like nothing's wrong,
like we can go out hunting together,
like we can sit there eating dinner together.
But you're not really there,
because you've never really been there.
Like there hasn't been this giant... hole at the center of everything.
What is it?
What is that?
Close the door. Close it! Close it!
Come on!
This way!
Go that way. Please, go that way!
Help!
I'm sorry that he's not here.
I wish he was, for your sake.
You sure that he was running off to find the Dama?
Yes.
Well, if it makes you feel any better, there was...
no one for Hershel to find.
The Dama's dead.
Burned to death.
It's not his fault.
You know, the Dama has this way of...
reading people, you know?
Getting into their heads
and making them do things they wouldn't normally do.
And it's not your fault either, Maggie.
You know, I...
I wasn't lying about my situation.
I just... I figured it out, is all.
You always do.
Well, I won't be sticking around for long.
Just until you get your kid back.
King Francis Theater.
The only place I can think of that Hershel might go
if he thought she was still alive.
45th and 6th.
Bruegel's coming for you.
Planning some kind of ambush.
Means to kill every last one of you.
It should give you a couple days' head start.
How is Ginny?
Is she okay?
I mean, is she...
Is she settling in at all?
You know, Annie and Joshua are gonna be here soon.
I've done a real good job of messing up their lives.
I seem to have made a habit of it.
What do I do? Do I...
Do I tell them to stay? Do I go away with them?
I mean, how can I promise her that it...
that it won't happen again?
I'm sorry.
You don't have to answer that.
It's not fair of me to ask.
Do you think the old times,
the good times...
do you think they really happened that way?
Or is it just easier for us to remember them wrong?
I looked all over, but I can't find them.
Though I got a feeling they left that bear as a parting gift.
Okay.
I guess they're gone, then.
They're here.
Tell them to turn around and go back.
Take them back to Tennessee, where they came from.
Do you understand what I am fucking saying to you?
Come, come.
Please, sit.
Normally it's four players.
Two teams.
But, well, bridge partners are a little hard to come by these days.
Got to follow suit unless you're out of that suit.
Then you lay down a trump card.
This here we call a dummy hand...
Yeah, I know bridge.
My grandma taught me.
Warren Buffet taught me.
So, your friend and her son,
they really trashed the joint on their way out.
Did she get to you before she left?
What did she say? No, no, no. Let me guess.
She said that I am the kind of guy who manipulates or cheats.
Whatever it takes to win. Am I right?
You're right.
So it's a no, then?
It is.
Yeah.
Used to be we celebrated winners.
We gave them medals,
wrote big, fat histories about them.
I mean, I was a winner back then, so I guess I'm a bit biased.
But here's the secret.
It's not about the winning.
It's about the fun of the game.
How lucky were we to have lived when we lived?
The whole human race had conquered the planet.
We were making medicine and rockets
and bombs, and these little tiny screens,
and getting so fucking gloriously bored
that we finally felt safe enough
that we could have some fucking fun for a change.
Yay!
Not worried about Negan?
With the whole second wave, the big invasion?
Your fellow countrymen are gonna get here,
and who are they gonna find at the church?
Negan.
Which shouldn't be possible, because you shot him dead.
Oh, yeah. I heard all about it.
The thrilling adventures of Marshal Armstrong.
See, you weren't the first ones that I found in the park.
I was just so surprised
at how far she'd gotten,
because she was fucking crawling.
She was all chewed up.
She had been bitten, I don't know, five, ten, 20 times.
But still lucid enough to talk treaties and alliances.
And she told me all about you. Oh, yeah, where to find you.
And not to trust you, of course.
The only thing she wasn't quite clear on
was how many days,
well, minutes, she had left.
Don't take this the wrong way.
I'm not trying to tattle.
I'm trying to help.
No Negan, no problem.
Look,
I'm gonna get that methane with your help or without it.
So you can go all in
or you can fold.
But the thing is,
you're playing the game either way.
You always are.
Go on ahead.
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