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I remember my 8th birthday at the KCC

with that giant cake

and Aunt Evie showing up on leave, surprising all of us.

I remember Mom.

I remember Codger.

I remember school and going to the movies

and Friday-night pizza and cartoons

and Grandma and Grandpa and church,

those summer barbecues in the kiddie pool you got me.

Could've used that at the prison.

You told me about the walks we'd take when I was three,

you holding my hand, around the neighborhood,

all the way to Ross' farm.

I didn't know that I remembered them, but I do.

'Cause I see the sun and the corn

and that cow that walked up to the fence

and looked me in the eye.

And you told me about all that stuff,

but it isn'tjust that stuff.

It's how I felt.

Holding your hand, I felt happy and special.

I felt safe.

I thought growing up was about getting a job

and maybe a family, being an adult,

but growing up is making yourself

and the people you love safe...

as safe as you can, because things happen.

They happened before.

You were shot before things went bad.

Kind of felt like things went bad because you were shot.

I want to make you feel safe, Dad.

I want you to feel just like I felt when you held my hand.

Just to feel that way for five minutes.

I'd give anything to make you feel that way now.

I wanted to kill Negan.

I wish I did. Maybe it would've been done.

I don't think it's done now. You went out there again,

but I don't think they surrendered.

I don't think they will surrender.

Maybe they'll get out somehow.

But if they don't...

There are workers in there, Dad.

They're just regular people...

old people, young people, families.

You don't want them to die, Dad.

We're so close to starting everything over,

and we have friends now.

It's that bigger world Jesus talked about...

the Kingdom, the Hilltop...

there's... there's got to be more places,

more people out there,

a chance for everything to change and keep changing,

people's lives getting better,

the bigger world getting better and better,

growing food for each other, protecting each other,

keeping everyone healthy,

everyone giving everyone the opportunity to have a life...

a real life.

So if they won't end it, you have to.

You have to give them a way out.

You have to find peace with Negan,

find a way forward somehow.

We don't have to forget what happened,

but you can make it so that it won't happen again,

that nobody has to live this way,

that every life is worth something.

Start everything over.

Show everyone that they can be safe again without killing,

that it can feel safe again,

that it could go back to being birthdays

and school and jobs and even Friday-night pizza somehow.

And walks with a dad and a three-year-old holding hands.

Make that come back, Dad.

And go on those walks with Judith.

She'll remember them.

I love you.

Carl.

I came back here to make amends.

We got things done.

We were good together, Simon.

As I said, we stood on the precipice of greatness,

and we tripped.

I let my fondness for you cloud my vision,

which is a credit to you,

because I'm quite a pragmatic man.

Yeah, got to trust your gut, Simon.

Don't throw this away on a setback.

"Setback"?

You made me look like an ass.

My intel wasn't current.

You know, things changed at Alexandria.

Juice.

Juice and momentum can change the game.

They had it, and they did it.

Margaret had the Hilltop by the nuts.

I didn't know it.

And, yes, we paid a price.

But let me make it right with Negan, hmm?

I'm Negan.

And not in a collective, "We're all Negan" sense.

I have assumed control of the Saviors.

Negan is no longer on the field of play.

You're the man now?

I am.

I knew it.

I knew you could do it.

Negan was a big personality, I get it,

but, uh...

too unconventional.

Pulled his punches.

Exactly.

Whereas you are the kind of man

people can look at and say, "Now there is a leader."

Which is why

I can't be seen going easy on you.

Optics.

See, if the Saviors are gonna win this thing,

I can't be stepping into the role with... baggage.

Not "if" you win.

It's "when."

And after that,

you're gonna need someone at the Hilltop who can produce.

We won't need anyone there until we re-staff

the entirety of the colony.

We're going for full turnover there.

Everyone?

Everyone... civies to sargies.

Listen...

You don't have to worry about optics now.

- 'Cause you... - Oh, I know.

I have that juice.

I have that momentum.

I want to keep it.

Ergo, you go.

Well, that is just breathlessly stupid.

Yep.

You think these Troglodytes here

are gonna advise you in managing communities,

in resource reallocations?

In politics?

That's right, yeah,

the bare-knuckle gnad mash of politics?

It is ended, Gregory.

No! I've achieved too much!

I-I-I've suffered too much!

I've survived too much for it to end like this!

I've lashed myself to the bow,

seen through the storm,

and I have been reborn as a-a certified shit kicker!

I make things happen!

I've always made things happen.

And it's not gonna end with me

wandering off into the wilderness

with my dick in my hand.

I put things together when everything fell apart,

and I can do it again.

I will do it again.

You know, who the hell are you to tell me I'm done?

Yeah, you think you have the juice?

Well, I am the juice!

- No! - Whoa!

First...

I wasn't gonna send you away.

I was gonna kill you.

Second...

do you make coffee?

Best in the land.

We'll start with coffee and see where it goes.

He's still out here.

Didn't see him when we left.

Maybe he finally gave up.

Nope. He won't.

Not unless we make him.

We should just kill him.

I got it.

Told ya.

Has he eaten?

We made our choice.

He wants to die in the woods,

hoping we change our minds.

That's his choice.

Find yourself some water.

Seems like a waste of good garlic to me.

And everything else.

That sardine mac-and-cheese recipe I gave you

was a staple from my college days

when, as a cash-strapped student,

I had to pad out the budget-minded goodness

of M-and-powdered-C

with the protein power of canned sardines...

which provided a longer-lasting energy source

than pure carbohydrates.

The garlic sauté alleys what originated

as a purely "oops" dish.

Mmm.

Takes me back.

Start plating it up.

This is all that's on the menu

for the rest of the time till this order's complete.

I'd like to remind everyone that our lives are not on lock.

Out of personal respect to the mutual nature with Negan,

but Negan is MIA.

Simon has taken over, and he has requested

an exponential acceleration of production.

More shots on the lickety-quick.

Even if we're double-timing it around the clock

with nary a carey for workplace safety,

it isn't gonna prevent us from meeting our quixotic quota

by the proverbial crap-ton.

The best that we can hope for

is that we somehow manage to squeeze out

the bare minimum number of rounds necessary

to avoid the consequences of Simon

finding out how short we are.

No.

Put that mask back on now.

The last thing we can afford is for yours truly

to contract whatever kind of nasty infected you

with your improper gut handling.

My current theory is that it's either influenza

or cryptococcosis and therefore airborne.

If it was of the blood variety,

you would've already been dead.

But the fact remains you're packing pathogens

that can sting with a sneeze,

making it imperative that you maintain your PPE

at all times while your meds run their course.

Now hold out your hand.

Feel that.

Primers aren't flush.

The finished rounds pose the deadly risk

of slam-firing as soon as they're loaded into the chamber.

Given that this imperfection is readily evident to the touch,

I can only assume that this oversight

was purely intentional.

No.

I didn't know.

I just wanted to make it

so that the bullets didn't work.

I wasn't trying to hurt anyone.

I don't want any of my people to die.

If you cannot accept that we're your people now,

you may as well cut to the chase

and chew the next bullet coming off that line.

Is that what you want?

No.

That's not what I want.

I don't want that.

I don't want to help you.

But...

I do fear death.

Maybe all this... Maybe this is just His way

of showing me that I haven't changed...

a way of showing me that I'm still

the same person who locked my parishioners out so long ago.

I'm still the same scared animal,

doing what I must to survive just like you.

Being alive may be something

we don't have in common for much longer.

You are hereby suspended from the line.

Go find an unobtrusive corner

and stow your load and keep your mitts to yourself.

And try not to cry too loud.

I want to go outside and test-fire some of these rounds

that you didn't compromise with your chicanery.

Surprised to see me?

Shouldn't be.

Hell yeah, I'm surprised.

We found your car, and Simon thought that...

Give me a hand with this, will you?

Not gonna lie... a real punch in the dick

when Rick cornered me in the basement

with those decomposing assholes

and you fellas never showed up.

Simon thought...

I want to know what you were thinking.

See, I want to know if you remember who you are.

This little talk is just between me and you.

Simon's your number two.

I thought you wanted him calling it.

I remember who I am.

I'm Negan.

Good.

That's what I like to hear.

Now do me a favor.

Put that smoke out right there.

See, when the time comes...

and you will know when it comes...

I want you to remember this little talk.

I want you to remember what we've done

and what we can still do together.

I thought they killed you and that you were gone, like...

like that.

I think it ginned me good, ginned us all good.

That they did this to you?

That they did this to us? No.

I wasn't good with it.

I lacked discipline.

And I made it personal.

And that's why I moved things from infection to extermination

at the Hilltop.

Yes...

things went bad.

Though I think it's possible we may have found ourselves

in a similar tactical situation,

regardless of approach.

We don't know that.

So I'll own it.

I just ask that you give me a pass on this one.

I'll make it up to you.

I promise you that.

You know, I remember when I took this place.

When you helped me take this place.

Wasn't sure I wanted to keep you on board.

I mean, before me,

before there was a system in place,

what you did, killing all those men,

those boys in that settlement so long ago,

a lot of people would think

that is some psychotic shit.

Like that is the work of a demented,

broken, goddamn ghoul.

Like that's not someone that you want to work with,

let alone stand next to.

So I figured I'd keep my eye on you.

And I did.

And everything seemed to work out

right up until this point.

I'm gonna need you on your knees.

You gonna make a move, or is that it?

No move to make.

No.

There isn't.

All is forgiven.

Get your ass up.

We're good.

I won't let you down.

Not you.

I appreciate the hell out of that.

This is where we start...

the first of our new staging posts.

See, we do not have to take the Hilltop.

We just have to make sure that the farmers can't leave.

We stay nimble. We stay light.

We plink their asses

every time one of them tries to poke their head out.

Sometimes right in front, sometimes from a mile away,

but every goddamn time.

From here on out,

it is death by a thousand cuts to these assholes.

War of attrition.

Attrition?

Piece by piece.

Tomorrow afternoon,

I am going to take a 10-head team to this spot.

I am stocking it with supplies and ammo

that Dr. Smartypants are making.

Everyone else here is gonna do the same thing,

same time, different spot.

End of day tomorrow, we will have cache after cache

around that Hilltop

and always be spitting distance from a reload.

There will be teams 24/7 around that place...

snipin' them, one by one, day after day,

until we have full...

attrition.

If you feel this is the correct course,

it's the course we'll tread.

It's an ambitious plan with testicular heft,

I'll give you that.

Very happy to have you back, boss man.

Damn good to be back.

All right, everybody, clear out.

Except for you, Dwight.

Got a few things we need to kick around.

You have anything you want to tell me?

I don't think so.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

100 percent.

Oh, you are smart as hell.

You know that?

I mean, after everything...

after Sherry and the sizzle...

you didn't stew, you didn't do anything stupid.

You just went about the business of getting yours.

Nothing shook you.

You kept your eyes

on what could keep you alive and well.

You keep on keeping that shit clear.

Hello.

We need to talk.

You need to eat.

So here's some dried fish, black walnuts, and water.

It's yours if you leave

and promise me that you'll never come back.

I can't do that.

But thanks.

What that tells me, though,

is you don't want people to die.

Same as me.

Same reason why we all need to fight the Saviors.

We're not fighting.

In that case...

how about I make you an offer?

I'll eat... if you invite me inside,

and we can all just... talk.

No.

You're gonna get sick.

Or starve or worse.

No.

I'm gonna change your mind.

I'm aware that, under the circumstances,

I can never expect to regain your respect.

Or your trust or your friendship.

And in case it wasn't readily apparent,

I have no loyalty to the Saviors.

I'm loyal only to my continued survival,

a lone wolf, as it were.

And, therefore, now that I am in your custody,

I will work just as hard for you as I ever did.

I can't help but suspect

that the reason I'm being taken alive is, despite...

what completely warranted bad blood exists between us,

you still harbor a vestigial nostalgia

for our erstwhile camaraderie.

And in light of that,

I'm willing to just shut my grub flap

and give you your space

until you see such a time as you're ready to break the ice,

one traveling companion...

Shut your mouth before I cut your tongue out!

All right!

We got to keep going.

They have to be out looking for him by now.

- Thank you. I... - Shut up.

Let's go.

You helped us, but you never cared about us.

You're not a "lone wolf," you're a parasite.

Well, technically, that relationship

would better be described as symbiotic

as opposed to parasitic,

in that there was mutual benefit involved.

Knowledge for safety.

What the hell is wrong with you?

How can you talk about everything we've been through

like it was some kind of science experiment?

We weren't just your friends, we were family.

And then you just turn on us,

like we meant nothing to you.

When I told Negan I made the bullet,

it was to save your life.

I didn't think. I just acted on your behalf.

And I fully expected the crack of the bat

to be the last thing I heard,

but that didn't happen.

And then I thought they would torture me.

But they didn't.

They gave me a chance to live.

And I tried to resist.

I tried to rise above my biological imperative,

but that is not who I am.

I know who you are.

You're the reason they were able to escape the Sanctuary.

Everything that's happened since then,

everyone who's died, that's on you.

Rick's the one who pushed us all to take the Saviors on.

He's the one

who jumped headlong into this shit-storm with no waders.

You're selfish,

and you're a coward, and you're a traitor.

You turned you back on the only friends you ever had.

Shooting you in the head right here

would actually make the world a better place.

But we're not gonna kill you,

not because we give a rat's ass about you.

We just need what's in there!

We're gonna stick you in the darkest hole we can find,

and the only time you'll see the light of day

is when we need you to teach us how to do something.

So don't worry... you'll get what you want.

You'll live.

But we're gonna force you to do something useful

with your pathetic life.

Meeting went well.

Status quo has been re-achieved.

What'd he hold you back for?

You know, a... pep talk.

Mm. We need to talk.

A serious talk with the others

who are less than thrilled with the current management,

who, like you, engaged in activity

said management would frown on.

Maybe we don't need to talk.

Maybe we just go back to how things were.

No.

We've crossed some thresholds here, Dwight.

We're transformed.

You know you can't ever go back.

- So this is it? - You deliver or get shipped.

He hasn't delivered, and that saddens me.

But the time has come.

Let us gather our like-minded individuals,

draw strength from each other...

and do what we need to do.

Come on.

I gotta sell this to you?

Think about everything he's done to you,

every little indignity,

everything he's extracted from you.

Think about it, Dwight! You know what you have to do.

You have to meet us in the courtyard after rounds,

and we begin what's next.

I mean, Jesus, right?

Right.

Yes, my boy.

Yes.

They must've heard us pull up.

I got it.

Watch him.

Shit.

He couldn't have got far.

Come on.

We can't let him get back to them!

If you see him, blow that pig's head off!

Oh, God.

Aah!

Is he dead?

You...

You blamed Enid...

for Natania's death.

But it's really the Saviors.

What they did to you, what they turned you into...

it's their fault.

You hide.

You don't trust.

You don't live the life the way you want to because of them.

They hurt you,

and they're gonna keep on hurting you.

Unless you do one thing!

Fight.

Hey.

Some shit, huh?

Yeah.

Got to think, uh...

you wanted this before we did.

If you're here right now, you're in.

We can talk about approaches and finesses, but you are in.

No takebacks.

We need to make this quick, quiet, and respectful.

Man's done a lot for us.

He deserves that.

We had a lot of good times.

A lot of hills taken.

But this all happened

because he didn't know when to cut bait.

But we did.

We do.

You...

have some legitimate personal issues with the man.

The kill is yours if you want it.

Something quiet.

I mean, not a knife.

Can't make it that personal.

A silencer.

We call a meeting.

And that's it.

The next order of business is to set the break,

to start the healing.

The catalyzing event to facilitate that

is the destruction of the Hilltop and its residents.

We'll make it a monument of compliance.

Sorry, Gregory.

And then...

we get on with our lives.

Right, Dwight?

Thank you, D.

I'll take it from here.

Three...

two...

one.

Dwight!

Now there is the Simon that I know.

He comes right at you instead of that backstabby bullshit.

Why?

After everything he did to you, huh?

Why do this?

He'd win.

You killed all the garbage people, Simon.

After I specifically told you not to do that shit.

I got a sneakin' suspicion that you were hopin' I was dead...

when Rick kamikazed that convoy.

And the Hilltop?

Yeah.

All is not forgiven.

But...

after all this, and me being me...

I'm still gonna give you your shot.

You want to be the man, you got to beat the man.

If you can do that...

then, hell...

you should be the man.

Everyone!

After this is done, we get to work.

Just know that I didn't want this.

But the Sanctuary must stand.

This is not the man to prosecute this conflict.

Just wanted to say...

a grateful enclave...

unh! thanks you!

You need to get out of here now.

No shit.

Give this to Rick

and tell him about tomorrow.

It's the only move you got.

I left a car for you behind the coal chutes.

Go.

You went for it all at the Hilltop.

You got Saviors killed,

and then you ran away like a coward!

You got shown up one too many times.

Those people, they are always gonna know

that there's a loophole, a way to skate.

They are always gonna be looking for that chance to push back,

so now I gotta kill all of 'em

just like I'm gonna kill you!

What an asshole.

What're we gonna do?

Such a damn shame... a waste...

slinking behind my back like some kind of dickless worm.

Planning on killing me...

Like, what else am I gonna do

besides crush the guy's throat?

Yeah.

Eh, you know,

what's bad for Simon, it's good for you.

And I know we've had our ups and downs, D,

but I've always been able to count on you.

So...

congratulations.

You are my new right-hand man.

That is, if you accept the promotion.

I do.

And I'll help you finish this thing with Rick.

Don't sell yourself short, D.

You already have.

Well, you look surprised, Dwight.

Yeah, see, I found her on the side of the road.

Laura, why don't you tell D what you told me?

That night in Alexandria, he turned on us.

He killed our team.

I ran, and I kept on running.

I was hurt.

But what kept me alive

was the thought of getting back here

and exposing you for the scum weasel you are.

It all makes sense now.

You told Rick when to attack.

How to get to the outposts...

You keep us locked in here,

slipping them workers guns.

Maybe you even lied to me about killing Sherry.

Oh, hell.

You, for sure, lied to me about that.

So, what? Hmm?

You think you're some sort of a hero?

No. You are nothing.

A nobody in way over your head.

But when I said

that you would come through for me when I needed it,

oh, I meant that 110%.

See, I knew that I could count on you

to deliver my plan to Rick,

my brilliant, if I do say so myself,

fake-ass plan.

You used Gregory for that, right?

I mean, I was thinking

maybe you'd take some kind of field trip or something, but...

no, you got yourself a little delivery boy.

Good for you.

To deliver all that intel to Rick

and the piss patrol

that's gonna lead them directly into the line of fire.

They are not gonna know what hit 'em,

all thanks to my new right-hand man.

Now, see, I... I thought about killing you, and then...

I thought maybe that'd be too dignified for a...

backstabbing, double-crossing dirtbag such as yourself.

No, Dwighty boy, I got plans for you.

What the hell happened?

We need preparations to defend this place

in case of another incursion.

We've established a perimeter.

We just got a message from the Sanctuary.

Negan's back,

and he has plans to finish the Hilltop.

Rick's walking into a trap.

We'll need that bullet order filled by tomorrow morning.

Kindly convey to Negan

my personal congratulations on the occasion of his return,

and assure him that his request

will be fulfilled in its entirety and on time.

That's right.

If Negan needs bullets to end this war,

then, by ginger, he's gonna get 'em.

All of 'em.

Scotch my talk of a bare minimum.

No, sirs and madams,

we shall rise to the occasion with the ammunition.

We will blow them away with every trigger pull they require.

We shall, we will.

Oh, trip not, colleagues.

We will change Savior history evermore.

Gabriel.

It's all hands on deck,

and yours are sorting shells.

Listen, you follow my lead to the letter on the lead,

or you can cry and die.

Here we go.

Time to do something useful with our pathetic lives.

Negan, it's Michonne.

I'll wait.

The one with the dreads, the sword?

Is that you?

Rick there with you?

Why don't you put him on?

This isn't about Rick. It's about Carl.

He wrote you a letter.

And I'm delivering it because that's what he wanted.

Well, I can't promise not to kill the messenger.

Just shut up and listen.

"Negan, this is Carl."

"I was helping someone.

I got bit.

We didn't even have to be doing what we were doing.

I was just helping someone,

and now I'm gone.

You might be gone.

Maybe my Dad made your people give you up and he killed you,

but I don't think so.

I think you're still around and you're working on a way out.

Maybe you got out.

Maybe you think we're a lost cause

and you just want to kill all of us.

I think you think you have to be who you are.

I just wonder if this is what you wanted.

I wanted to ask you.

I wish I could've.

Maybe you'll beat us.

And if you do, there'll just be someone else to fight.

The way out is working together.

It's forgiveness."

"It's believing that it doesn't have to be a fight anymore.

Because it doesn't."

"I hope my dad offers you peace.

I hope you take it.

I hope everything can change.

It did for me.

Start over.

You still can.

Carl."

All this...

there is no getting out of it now.

I wouldn't accept your surrender

if you came to me on your knees.

See, winning isn't about beating you.

Winning is about killing every last one of you.

That is starting over.

I never wanted this.

Rick made this happen.

You tell him that.

No more talk.