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Previously on "Dead City"...

What was that drawing, the one with the fallen sky bridge?

You are nothing without me!

Mile!

Dama's dead.

You used me. Aah!

Aah!

Jesus H. Christ.

You've never really been there.

How is Jenny? Is she okay?

King Francis Theater.

It's the only place I can think of that Hershel might go

if he thought she was still alive.

You don't like Puccini.

I need you to tell me where my son is.

Right now.

Don't you bullshit me. I'm not playing your games.

Look around.

Do you see him?

He has to be here.

Where else would he be if he went looking for her?

I wouldn't know.

You're lying.

Tell me where he is,

or I'll cut off tiny pieces of you.

One by one.

Starting with your toe.

I may be able... to help you.

I found what I could.

She's still breathing okay.

It means her body's still fighting the infection,

I think.

And once she's better, we can...

Once she's better, she's going straight home.

Found this in an old donation box.

Thank you.

My first wife, Lucille...

She, uh... She had cancer.

And I was basically her stay-at-home nurse,

you know?

I would wake her up every morning and...

get her cleaned up, get her dressed.

Towards the end there, I was...

having to run machines and monitors.

You know what intubation is?

Yeah, me neither,

until I had to figure out a ventilator.

Sounds like she was lucky to have you.

No, see, I was a selfish piece of shit.

I failed her.

But God, man, he, um...

gave me a second chance, you know?

With a smart, sexy, take-no-shit,

grab-you-by-the-balls kind of gal.

You know what I'm talking about?

Yeah.

Annie.

You know, we had a little boy.

Biggest, brightest,

mischievous grin you've ever seen.

And when he laughs, oh, my God,

he could wake the...

I failed her.

I failed them both.

But God, he, uh...

He keeps giving me second chances.

And I got no fucking idea why.

What is this?

That's for burns, I think.

It probably wouldn't help, but I figured...

Where the hell'd you get it?

- Is this yours? - Yeah.

He said you were looking for medical stuff, so...

What else you got?

No, I, I'm... I'm talking medicine.

What?

Nothing, just...

I got all this at a hospital.

But what I was really looking for was pills.

There's a story.

It's been going around for a while.

All right, let me hear it.

When shit was getting bombed out,

the city was kind of crazy.

Some hospital nurse was going around

grabbing up all the meds she could find,

stashed them in the third floor operating room.

Old shit's better than no shit, so...

You're talking, like, antibiotics, yeah?

Yeah, sure.

Whatever you're looking for, but it's just a story.

All right, what hospital?

Lots of people have gone looking,

but no one's ever come back out.

What hospital?

Bellevue.

The elevator still works.

But instead of transporting freight...

it's more of a lookout.

The view is much nicer from above.

And you figured he would come here?

Well, the Dama asked me to restore it for him.

Provide him with his own personal space.

Novi dan, novi pocetak.

New day, new beginning.

Was that before or after you cut off his toe?

That was for her.

And you just did whatever she asked you to?

I wasn't the only one.

When she explained the reasons for needing the toe,

your son...

he gave it to her.

Willingly.

He let me cut it off.

You're tired.

You need sleep.

I'm good.

There is another place.

A safe house.

What kind of a safe house?

It's a place only the Dama and I knew about,

but I showed it to him once.

She had told him to go there...

if the shit ever hit the fan, as you say.

Not that it would be easy.

And what does that mean?

You'll see when we get there.

You're sure about this?

Yeah. Look,

just check her lungs, her vitals.

If she wakes up,

she is not gonna know where she is

or who you are, so you be ready.

It's very likely

she is gonna kick your ass a little.

Oh. Okay.

- Why are you doing this? - Well, you just asked me...

No, no. I mean...

Why are you helping me?

Why are you helping her?

Mm.

I, uh...

don't have a lot of experience.

Of the world, of other people.

I'm sure you could tell.

I was 10 when it happened.

But I don't remember anything from before.

Or anyone.

It's just a big blank.

I guess...

even if I don't remember,

it's nice to remember.

All right, kiddo.

Hey. I...

will be right back. Okay?

I will be back before you know it.

I promise.

You take care of her.

Top floor has been furnished

with food, water, weapons.

But the bottom floors are insurmountable.

So, in order to get up...

we must traverse the bridge.

Another one.

You set all these traps,

and you don't remember where they're at?

It's a lot to remember.

Yeah, too much, it seems like.

Huh.

Careful.

This one...

will be taking a little more effort.

Keep still.

They call it a fear of heights.

But it's not really about the heights.

It's the fear of the compulsion to jump.

I've always wondered, is it genetic?

Or is it shaped by the events of life?

If you've lost someone...

everyone...

it's only natural to want to follow them

down into the darkness,

end the pain.

Or maybe to see them again.

I did say... keep still.

You're telling me that my son got past all this?

You underestimate him.

Don't worry.

I know the way.

Bravo.

Pliers, please.

I feared the problem was the diode.

But when I discovered it was the flywheel,

it was only a matter of repairing the broken cogs.

You're wondering how I knew to do this.

No.

When I was a child,

no one believed in this path for me.

Engineering, science...

I myself had trouble believing.

I'm still this way.

Too dependent on others.

But my mother...

She believed.

She said to me, "Mile...

I know you."

She was my protector.

Like you and your son.

You must have had a good model.

She died.

When I was young.

Which sent my dad to the bottle.

Hm.

My mother never left Croatia.

Perhaps after you and I are finished,

I will make the long trip home.

Maybe my mother and I...

will meet again.

Okay.

Here we go.

Ready?

It's okay. It's okay. Go.

Okay?

Come on.

Come on.

Good.

Okay?

Okay.

Go! Get up!

You need to move!

Now! There's no time!

Maggie.

Maggie.

Spread yourself out.

Distribute your weight.

Just like you're on a frozen lake.

You can do it.

That's it.

Just like that.

Okay.

No.

No.

Hey!

Lucille.

I'm sorry. I am so sorry.

You got me up every morning.

You washed me.

It wasn't enough.

You got me dressed.

You undressed me.

Lucille.

It wasn't enough.

It's rude to stare, you know.

Annie.

Dude.

I failed you.

I don't know what to do.

W-what do I do?

You said this was a safe house.

You lied to me.

Yes.

I did.

But you knew this place.

You set all those traps. You've been here before.

Was this a fucking game to you?

Was this a fucking game to you?!

Why did you bring me?

Why?!

Why?

To say goodbye.

That's why you brought me here.

Because you're too much of a fucking coward

to kill yourself?

You needed me to do it?

Hershel has to be here.

He has to.

My mother left when I was 12 years old.

I woke up one morning...

and she was gone.

I looked for her for years,

and as fate would have it,

I found her.

Two days after she had passed.

She had been living in Vrapce, alone.

10 kilometers from our house.

So after I ended up on the island,

all I wanted was to join her.

It's why I climbed up here in the first place.

The traps, the maze,

that was all done by others.

How many times did I tell myself...

jump?

But instead, I kept wandering the streets,

until a candle in the window of a theater drew me in.

I don't blame the Dama.

She read my mind, spoke it back to me.

This was her gift.

She saw pain.

And she knew exactly what to do.

This was all I could find.

Listen.

People are gonna be coming soon.

And they are coming to kill me, but not just me.

They will kill everyone in the church.

Then... we should go. We should...

We can't go.

I can't go.

She stays here just like this.

It's her best chance for recovery.

It's okay.

I know how to protect her now.

I know where I got it wrong before.

Back in the day when...

when I built the Sanctuary to protect my people...

I showed mercy.

But now...

Now I'm just gonna line 'em all up.

And I'm gonna kill 'em all.

Get the Burazi ready.

We got work to do.

You're not coming?

No.

No, this is for you.

And your son.

You are lucky.

Novi dan, novi po c etak.

Mom?

I'm glad you're here.

I was hoping you'd see it.

Our signal.

I'm so sorry.

About how everything went.

I never meant for it to happen like that.

I know.

Me too.

I- I mean...

I was mad.

I was really angry.

But now that you're here, it...

it's all gonna be okay now.

Everything's gonna work out.

I was hoping we'd get to meet.

This is about Negan. I have to finish it.

The show's about to start.

Eeny, meeny, miney, mo.