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Gabriel: I might die.

I very likely will die.

I'm not asking to live.

You've given me redemption,

and it's that which makes me
no longer fear death.

What I fear...

is a fruitless death.

[Sniffles]

What I ask for...

after you have given me
so much...

...is purpose.

[Knock on door]

[Door opens]

Wakey, wakey, eggs pancakey,
Gregory.

No "Thank you."?

No "Yay!"?

These cakes are made
from scratch by yours truly.

I used genuine
Hilltop sorghum.

Milled it myself.

You -- You -- You did?

Uh-huh.

There is a lot of love
on this tray, Gregory,

because I wanted
to express love to you.

'Cause you did
the right thing.

I told you if things started
to feel hinky at the Hilltop

to come see me.

A-And I did.

With zero hesitation.

Yes.

You went
to the satellite outpost

as I instructed.

Which was
incredibly impressive.

You told me that already.

I did?

Three times.

Listen,
you came to see me.

And though
I was already away,

dealing with that...
rank betrayal,

which was unknown
to you...

Oh, indeed,
it was unknown.

It was, indeed,
unknown.

And you waited for me.

'Cause I wanted
to tell you about...

well, Hilltop and Alexandria,
the Kingdom.

But you were finding out
at that point

in Alexandria, right?

Gregory,
you don't need

to explain yourself
over and over again.

Hey.

Hear me when I say,

I'm telling you,
you did the right thing.

Every step of the way.

Why did you bring me here?

I brought you here

because we now stand
on the precipice of greatness.

You said you could solve
the problem.

Today's the day,
Gregory.

You fill your belly up
with my love,

and then you solve it.

Aye, aye.

Ah.

Well, I, uh...

I'd just like to start by saying

thank you
for having me here today.

Negan, let me lay this down
straight for you.

I know how it is...

negotiating the slippery,
steep terrain

of managing resources
and the population

and the big, scary you.

But you might know,
it's called the unknown.

Listen,
I-I mean it when I say it --

Negan, I don't like killing
people any more than you do.

I like killing people.

Oh.
Well, I --

I say it's about killing
the right people.

So, you kill the right people
at the right time...

...everything falls
into place.

Everybody's happy.

Well, some people
more than others.

But you kill one,

and you could be saving
hundreds more.

And that is what
we are all about.

We save people.

That's...

That's why you're called
the -- the Saviors. Oh.

Gonna grab a smoke.

Now?

You don't want
to hear this?

Don't need to.

Tell me where to go and what
to do, I'll make it happen.

[Chuckles]

[Door opens, closes]

Where were we, Gregory?

[Gasps]
Oh, that's right --

you were telling me that
you don't like to kill people,

and I was saying that I do --
under the right circumstances.

Well, this --
this situation

that we --
we find ourselves in,

this -- this conflict...

I can stop it
before it even gets started.

I mean, here it is.

I go to my people,
and I -- I tell them

if -- if you're joining
with this --

this misled crusade,

you're no longer
citizens of the Hilltop.

You're out on your asses.

You're still their guy?

They still listen to you,
Gregory?

Can you exile people?

The Hilltop is my house.

I'm still the guy.

I've always been the guy.

Huh.

If you're still the guy,

if, indeed,
you have always been the guy,

then why the hell
didn't you know about the widow

leading an army of your people

straight up my ass
in Alexandria?

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You know what I think, Gregory?

I think you're playing
both sides.

I think you are
a thin-dicked politician

threading the needle
with your thin, thin dick.

Now, is listening to you
the right way to go,

or is it the right place
and time for something else?

No, no.
Not trying to do that.

No, not --

I was -- wasn't aware
of things

until they were already in --
in motion.

N-No hesitation.

Allegiance, right there,
the whole thing.

I just -- I-I didn't know until
I-I knew, you know?

Gregory, hey.

I believe you.

Now make Negan
believe you, huh?

Hmm?

[Clears throat]

The Hilltop is mine.

I let a fox
into my hen house.

She and her people took
advantage of my generous nature.

I see that now,
and I will fix it.

If we go in
with the right stage picture,

a thick and veiny
show of force

surrounding Gregory
when he lays down the law,

I think things go back
to copacetic.

If they don't,
we take a flyer on the place

and kill everyone there.

[Chokes]

Unfortunate play,

but the other communities
will get the message,

and we achieve equilibrium.

Plan A.

Plan B --

People are a resource.

[Bat slams]

Money on the table.

[Bat slamming]
People are the foundation

of what we are
building here!

Who the hell do you think
you're talking to?

Are you confused
about who we are?

Are you confused
about who is in charge?

Are we backsliding, Simon?

Please,
tell me we're not backsliding.

We're not backsliding.

This is a pronounced event
and a fragile moment.

Hell, yes, it is.

We need to win it all.

Plan A

is taking the Rick, the widow,
and King Assface alive

and making them dead

in a very, very public
and instructive way.

We kill the right people
in the wrongest way possible,

and we make them all watch!

[Four rhythmic gunshots]

[Walkers growling in distance]

Simon: Should we get
our people out there?

Line 'em up,
light 'em up?

No.

They got some sort
of hillbilly armor.

We'd just be wasting metal
on metal.

And the RPG is stashed
at the cache, so...

let's have ourselves
a little chat.

Simon, bring your new
little friend.

We may need him to say
some words.

Gregory, you're on deck.

Gary, put three and three
in the windows.

Tell them to stay the hell down
till we need them.

Well, shit.

I'm sorry.

Jesus Christ.

I was in a meeting.

[Walkers growling,
pounding on walls]

Well, that's handy.

[Knife clatters]

This one still has
a full clip.

There wasn't any point
in firing it.

I didn't have enough.

Yeah, but you could've gone down
fighting, you big baby.

[Chuckles]

I'm just pulling your dick,

breakin' your balls
a little bit.

You done good.
Smart play.

[Growling, pounding continues]

Let's get you properly
on your ass.

[Groans]

Your friend Rick
is an asshole.

You're an asshole.

[Chuckles]

Yeah.

I am.

But he's gonna
get people killed.

By you.

See, I killed the widow's
husband and the ginger.

But I didn't
get them killed.

That was
your boy Rick.

Big difference.

You know, I saw you stop
for that Gregory idiot.

You were there.
You saw the whole thing.

You heard
his little speech.

Why would you stop
for that bearded prick?

[Growling continues]

What I fear
is a fruitless death.

[Chuckles]

Jesus Christ.
You got to be kiddin' me.

He split
on your creepy little ass.

The point of your life would
be saving that dickhead?

That wouldn't be it.

There had to be some reason
I did what I did.

Maybe this is the reason.

What?

I think...

I'm here to take
your confession.

[Man grunting]

Rick: Your people
back in the chemical plant...

did you win?

[Insects chirping]

[Groans,
shuddered breathing]

No one did.

The hell's
that supposed to mean?

[Coughing]

The hell's
that supposed to mean?

[Coughs weakly]

Everyone's dead.

Bullshit.

There's no one else?
You're the only one?

Me.

The King.

The Axe Man.

And a short-haired psycho lady.

You did this.

[Ragged breathing]

My people...

your people...

they're all gone.

[Ragged breathing continues]

Damn.

And now...me, too.

Negan: We can wait it out
a little bit,

see if my people
can figure something out.

One thing
that is sure as ass...

if my people think
I'm dead...

a lot of folks are gonna die
in there.

Why?

[Walkers growling,
walls thudding]

Listen to me.

I don't have shit
to confess.

Except maybe the fact
that I rubbed one out

right where you're sitting
just to calm down a bit.

[Chuckles]

Let me ask you something.

Why'd you become a priest?

I love God,
and I love people.

I wanted
to bring them together.

To help people through
their difficult times.

To help them through
their weaknesses.

Well, look at that.

That's my thing.

I like to help people
through their weaknesses, too.

Been doing it one way or another
my whole life.

How do you help people?

You want to know why people
are gonna start dying in there?

Because I'm not there
to stop it.

[Loud thud]

[Growling intensifies]

[Whistling]

We have to assume
Negan's dead.

I'm Negan.

And as I understand it,
everyone in this room is.

Now, I realize there's a lot
of stress in the air,

but just to clarify,

are you saying
you're someone else, Regina?

No.

Good.

We should send
the fence crew out.

Grab a few others,

we get 40 workers,
standing back to back.

No.
We get them out with pipes,

they clear a path...

just enough
for a small team --
Inadequate.

What?

The numbers you suggest
aren't adequate.

Given the current SRO density
of the herd surrounding us,

40 workers armed with
melee weapons in the
formation you propose

would be overcome,
closed in on,

and macked upon
within a few minutes.

Yeah.
That's right.

We use the workers
as a distraction

to get a small team
past the herd.

They can warn the outposts

and then come back
with the Fat Lady.

Add to the approach's
slim chances of success,

it's likely the play would lead
to widespread unrest,

pitting the workers
against the soldiers

when we're running
out of food and fuel,

upsetting our already precarious
apple cart.

Maybe all we need to do
is put you out there, Eugene.

Maybe it would motivate
the answer man

to come up with a solution.

Regina, he's right.

The workers have
the numbers,

and we need to keep them
on our side.

We need to keep them in line.

Even if we get a few of ours out
and somehow clear the crowd,

they have snipers
all around the building.

[Sighs]

So right now, let's deal
with the other part.

Someone in here made
everything out there happen.

We're having our little
crisis-management meeting

about the rebellion
in Alexandria,

us three outpost heads,

and that's when they pile
this crap on us?

That's when they cut us off?

Come on.

They knows all
and sees all.

Sometimes it doesn't take
a gun.

The right kind
of rat...

can kill plenty of people
with just some talk.

But it's not
gonna be us,

and it doesn't have
to be the workers.

Dwight,
you got to face reality here.

No, Simon,
we keep what's ours,

and we don't give up
a damn thing.

We get out.

And I don't want to hear
backbiting

or pissing or moaning
from you two.

You got a problem with that,
come at me.

Hmm?

You can't lead the Saviors
out of here, I will.

[Sighs]

Yes, my boy.

Yes!

And...

we're gonna find that subhuman
coward that did this to us,

and we're gonna kill him

very slowly
in front of everyone here

over the course
of a few very long days.

Good meeting, people.

Now let's make today
the best today it can be.

[Door opens]

[Knock on door]

[Door creaks]

I'd like to express
my sincere thanks

for your support
at the recent confab.

I was doing my level best
to stay fully on the DL,

but sometimes the mouth-brain
neuronal connection experience

is a misfire, and foot met mouth
at an unavoidable velocity.

You were right in there.

If you didn't say it,
I would've.

As a token of my appreciation,

I brought you some primo cukes
from my private stash.

I'd like you to accept these
as a sign of my faith

that we will, in fact,
find a way out of this pickle.

Pun intended.

Thanks for stopping by.

Hmm.

Hold up. It's --

It's still wet.

My apologies.

You DIY'd these?

That's right.

Mm.

I fully understand
the reasoning

behind yours truly being
prime suspect

in pretty much any
Benedict Arnold type situation.

And in light of that,

I'm doubly grateful
to have you watching my six.

You were right back there.

I didn't say
anything more than that.

[Walkers growling,
walls thumping]

You helped the weak
before this?

Kids.

You don't show them
the way,

well, they turn out
like garbage.

Little assholes
become great big ones,

so you show them the way.

Adults,
they need it, too --

the government, laws,
religion, guilt.

People are weak.

Everyone?

Everyone.

You're weak.

Killing the innocent.

Right and goddamn wrong.

I'm weak,
but me "killing the innocent"?

That ain't why, Gabey.

[Growling, thumping continues]

[Board creaking]

[Growling intensifies]

We'll wait
a little bit longer,

see if my people
can pull it together.

Why are you weak?

That's the wrong question.

It is how I am weak.

You see, the thing is,
I am also strong.

Everyone is a mix.

You can use your weaknesses
to drive your strength,

and obviously,
I am strong as shit.

I took this place,

and it was
a damn free-for-all --

a loose confederation
of assholes,

an army made up
of gangs of animals,

and I brought
it all together.

The last guy that was in charge,
he wasn't in charge of shit.

He allowed people
to be weak.

I don't.

I make them strong,
which makes this world strong.

You're gonna see, Gabey.

See, I'm gonna make you
my new special project.

Gonna make you
nice and strong, too.

We're gonna find
your special purpose.

Hell yes, we are.

I'm strong.

I've killed.

[Growling continues]

I was at the Satellite Station.
I was a part of that.

Oh.

Then you killed my people
while they were sleeping.

Well, look at you,
swinging your dick.

Sure, Gabe.

That's strong.

But that's not
what I'm talking about.

Tell me how you're weak.

[Growling continues]

We might be dead soon.

You may be dead.

Wouldn't you want to confess
before all that happens?

Wouldn't you want absolution
before that?

Forgiveness?

Costs you nothing more
than saying the truth aloud.

You don't think
you have anything to confess?

People you've killed?

I haven't killed
anyone that didn't need it.

The workers you treat
like slaves.

It's an economy.

Some people win,
some people lose,

but no one's a slave,
no one's going hungry,

and you couldn't say that
before all this.

Carl told us
about your wives.

The women you pressure
into marrying you?

Every one of those ladies
made a choice.

Was there a first?

One before all of this?

A wife you promised
to have and to hold,

forsaking all others?

One you told
that lie to?

Lucille, give me strength.

[Gunshot]

[Walkers growling]

All right, Gabe!

No one's coming for us.

You took your shot -- shots.

It's time to go.

[Insects chirping]

[Grunts]

Hey.
Give me a hand with this.

[Grunts]

Yep.

-Got it?
-Yeah.

We can use these now.

What?

Well, think about it.

There ain't no Kingdom
no more.

Yeah.

We know what we got to do.

We blow open the Sanctuary,
let the walkers flood in.

They'll surrender.

It'll be done.

Hell, we could end this
by sundown.

They have workers in there,
right?

Families, too.

Are there?

We'll hit the south side
of the main building.

The workers live
in the north side.

They'll be up the stairs
before the walkers even get in.

What if they don't?

There are people in there
who aren't fighters.

Doing this
could change that.

Make them pick up guns
and stand by the Saviors.

And if the Saviors
don't surrender,

maybe everyone fights us.

And we don't have
the Kingdom anymore.

We're not doing this.

No.

You ain't doing this.

There's a plan,
and everyone's sticking to it.

Not everyone.

There's a lot of our people
that are dead, Rick.

Things change, man.

Negan and that other group,
this is on them.

If people die,
it's their fault, not ours.

Daryl, we can't do this.

And we got our own people
to look after.

We're not doing this.

Hey.
I'm not letting you do this.

[Grunts]
Ohh!

This ain't your choice.

[Electricity crackles]

[Fan motor winding down]

Hell.

Unh!

[Daryl thuds]

[Gasps]

Aah!

Daryl!

Get up!

[Explosions]

[Metal clattering]

[Engine struggling]

[Sighs]

[Engine struggling]

[Motorcycle approaching]

[Engine shuts off]

[Sighs]

There's a plan.

We got to see it through.

We gotta win.

Yeah, we gotta.

Choke hold's illegal,
asshole.

Mm-hmm.
Yes, it is.

Looks like I'm walking.

Yep.

I'll meet you when I'm done
with the last play.

You sure about doing it?

Yeah, I am.

[Engine starts]

Negan: We have Lucille
to help us get to the Sanctuary.

We have that gun.

We should use it.

Most importantly, Gabriel,
we have each other.

People are a resource.

We make it inside, we live.

[Walkers growling]

We can take a chance,
we can "gut up,"

play dead ones
across the courtyard.

Or...

Or I can just kill you,
but that is not what I want.

What I want
is for you to work with me.

That is all I ever want.

I've killed before,
but that's not my greatest sin.

No.

I locked my congregation
out of my church

when this all just started.

I listened to them die...
as I cowered.

I failed them.

I failed God.

And every day,
I work to lessen that failure,

to be of service
and purpose.

Now I offer you
the assurance of a pardon,

penance,
and absolution.

I will go with you.

I will show you
that working together as equals

is the only true way
to grace, to a future.

I will do this...
if you confess.

Jesus, Gabe.

What you did,

that is some horrible,
cowardly, spineless shit.

But I guess that's what
a confession's supposed to be,

right?

My first wife
was a real wife.

My only real wife.

Till death did us part.

It was before this.

I lied to her,
I screwed around on her.

And she was sick.

And when she went...

When she went,
it was during this.

I couldn't put her down.

That is how
I was weak.

That is what
I will confess.

Because, yeah, maybe we do
bite the big one here.

[Door opens]

[Growling continues]

You're forgiven.

[punch]

Thanks.

You can keep your gun.

[Growling continues]

Sucks, Gabe, but it looks like
we got to risk eating it...

[Corpse crunches]
...by eating it.

I don't understand.

You ever done this trick
with the guts before?

Mm-hmm.

[Bones crack]

[Grunts]

These are putrid,
decaying organs,

dead blood, piss, and shit

that have been cooking all day
in the Virginian sun.

[Sighs]

None of your people
ever gotten sick from this?

We're from Georgia.

[Chuckles]
Look at you lucky shits.

[Sighs]

[Organs squelching]

[Walkers growling]

Let's make some noise.

[Lucille pounding]
Hey!

Hey!
Aah!

Hey!

[Walkers growling]

[Growling continues]

[Gunshots]

[Grunts]

[roars]

Oh, damn.

Now, we were due for a delivery
today from my place.

Spotters haven't seen anything.

Yeah, the transport truck
would've turned around,

seeing the state of things,

but nothing's come up
any of the roads.

Chem outpost
doesn't miss deliveries.

Something happened.

That Rick guy happened.

Our outposts are getting hit
while --

[Breathing heavily]

What is it?

They're coming up the stairs.

Eugene: Walkers?

The workers.

They said
we'd have to shoot them.

[Muffled conversations]

[Door opens]

[Conversations stop]

Workers are designated to stay
on the ground level.

Jesus Christ.

Specifically,
their activity is constrained

to the factory floor
and the outdoor gardens.

Potter:
It's too hot down there.

And we sure as hell
ain't going outside.

When you gonna fix the power?

It doesn't need fixing.

We're conserving fuel.

Mm?
It's a shared sacrifice.

Oh.
You're sharing now.

Oh.

That sort of tone
is not gonna work for me --

Hey, everyone, everyone!

Look,
we're gonna get through this.

Okay?
We just need some more time.

Man:
We need some more water!

There are young people,
old people!

We're rationing that out,
too.

Woman:
We work, you protect us.

That was the deal.

That's how
it was supposed to work.
Woman #2: Yeah.

Man: We need water!

Man #2: Do you have a plan
for getting us out?!

You heard the man!

You all need to get back
to the factory floor.

Where's Negan?

Is he dead?

Woman:
Answer the question.

Everyone has to return
to the factory floor now!

I'm not going anywhere.

I need to correct you
on that point.

Woman #2: Where's Negan?!
Gavin: Gun!

[Gunshots]

[Woman yells]

I am Negan!

Anyone else want a bullet?

Anyone?

[Whistling in distance]

[Whistling]

[Chuckles]

Ah, Regina.

Now, why'd you have to go
and do that?

I am guessing that a lot of you
fine folks thought

I was dead, chewed up,
never to be crapped out again.

Well, here's a little refresher
on who the hell I am.

I wear a leather jacket,
I have Lucille,

and my nutsack is made of steel.

I am not dying
until I am damn good and ready.

Now, if you'll all excuse me,

I am in deep need of a sandwich,
a shower,

and some of that, uh,
wilting lion orchid

deep-tissue shit that Frankie
learned in San Francisco.

Hell,
I might do it all at once.

But after that, we have some
serious business to attend to.

Like talking
to my right-hand man.

You see, we got to figure out

how all this could've happened
like it happened.

And then...

Well, and then
we're gonna get back

doing what we have always done.

We will save people.

Woman: Thank you, Negan.
Thank God for you.

And that is why I am here.

Gentlemen,
gently take him to number 2.

Gently.

Arat: Good news is,
I figured out

where that asshole's gun
came from.

And the bad news?

Gary: They're ours.

Stolen from the armory.

A worker couldn't have gotten
this many guns

without us knowing about it.

Laura:
They couldn't have got one.

No, one of our own did this --
is doing this, right now.

Negan:
Tell me how we find him, Simon.

Simon: We...find when
the munitions went missing.

Through that, we get an idea
of the how,

which hopefully leads us
right to who.

But we start with when.

[Insects chirping]

[Breathing heavily]

[Helicopter blades whirring]

Yo.

Dr. Smartypants.

Big, big chance here.

You solve this thing

with the bad-smelling
convention outside,

I will make you
very, very happy.

But even if you try
your best

and I know
you try your best

but you don't figure
something out...

I assure you,
I will kill you quickly

so you don't have to see
all the awful, horrific things

that are gonna go down here when
we run out of food and water.

What I'm saying...

is that I got your back
either way.

You got mine?

[Whistle blows]

Gabriel,
it's Eugene Porter.

Dr. Eugene Porter here.

We were, uh...neighbors,
traveling companions.

We've eaten dog together,
so...

I imagine that joins us
in some manner for life.

I'm here to formally welcome you
to the Sanctuary.

In our current state of siege,
the prickly heat alone

might be enough
to turn you off the place,

so I took it upon myself

to...bring you
some welcome-wagon items

in hopes of providing
some relief.

[Knock on door]

Gabriel?

[Keys rattle]

[Lock clicks]

[Door creaks]

You need to see
Dr. Carson 2.0 A.S.A.P.

I d-- I do.

That's why I'm here.
That's why --

It's the reason we're here,
I think.

I think it's...

Carson...is Maggie's doctor.

W-We have to get him
out of here.

We have to get him
out of here.

We have to get him
out of...

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