This is the town of Angers.
We can radio from here...
...and get directions on where we should head next.
Here. Take these.
Protect the horse.
You sure this is the place?
Our contact here is a musician.
He's been living in this theater for years.
Hold up. Ask him about the radio.
I speak. Sky blue, grass green.
Where is Brian? He is in the kitchen?
Truth. Hope. Radio. Come on. Please, come.
Now we hear music?
Of course.
The radio could call to there.
Can you fire it up? Get it going?
-Going? -Yeah.
Oh, no.
Do you like a show?
What the fuck?
I use some parts for...
...amplification?
Do you like...
...Ravel?
What the hell is he talking about?
Come on. Come on. Yeah. Come on.
Please! Come on, come on, come on, come on!
You see? Music! Culture! It lives! Even now!
It still lives!
We should've stuck to the plan.
It was worth a try.
It was a stupid detour.
Paris is too dangerous.
It's too dangerous everywhere.
We did it your way. Now we're gonna do it mine.
We're going to Paris.
Hyah!
Will there be hungry ones in Paris?
I imagine so.
But you're good at fighting them.
Everybody's good at something. All right.
Hold up. Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Welcome home.
Your mother's high school, Laurent...
...was in the Marais, right after this bridge.
Regarde, Laurent.
Daryl, it's Notre Dame.
What's written on this car? I've seen that before.
It's Pouvoir des Vivants.
It's a movement that started after the outbreak.
Most of the city is under the control of Genet and her guerriers.
Like the guys at the abbey?
In desperate times, people cling to order.
Yeah, or God.
Molière is buried here.
And Proust.
-And de la Fontaine. -Oh, yeah?
He wrote fables. Like...
..."La Mort et le Bûcheron."
It's about a weary woodsman who wants to die.
But when Death comes, he has a change of heart.
He asks for help carrying his burden so he can keep going on.
It is about fortitude.
What is it?
Jim Morrison.
Who's that?
He was an American rock star. He was in a band called The Doors.
He died in Paris?
Yeah, yeah. I guess so.
Not to fret, Monsieur Daryl. You will not die in Paris.
Stop!
What do you want?
Truth is hope.
Who are you?
Père Jean sent us.
The child is...
And Père Jean? Is he with you?
No.
He's our friend. He helped us get here.
He doesn't speak French, only English.
My name is Fallou.
There is Emile...
Bastien, Nadine.
We've been waiting a long time to meet you, young man.
I bet you got a radio here, right?
You hear that?
It's Paris crying.
Come.
Home, sweet home.
We take turns for the daily tasks.
We welcomed our 64th member a few months ago. A baby girl was born.
The dining room.
Here's the kitchen.
Bien.
So did you always want to be a nun?
I never imagined anything else.
Well, you never came to Paris. It's a good place to imagine.
Our garden.
Two and one half million.
That's how many rivets Gustave Eiffel used to build it.
Looks like it got the tip knocked off of it.
A military helicopter crashed into it at the beginning.
When the winds blow, the metal groans.
It must be magical to stand under it and look up at the sky.
How about that radio?
Bonjour!
Antoine.
Hello.
-Bonjour. -Our comms guy.
-Bonjour. -Bonjour.
We have been using this method of communication. It's very effective.
You call them homing pigeons.
Homing pigeons.
They always find their way...
Their way home.
Pigeons? Really?
Number one.
They train him at Nest, and then they send him here.
And only him, he knows where he goes.
Maybe he has a girlfriend. Yes?
We all have a person who waits...
...who waits for us somewhere. Allez, Zizou.
How long till that thing comes back with a message?
A few days.
A few days. Sometimes bad weather.
Could be a month.
A month?
Well, the Nest will take you the rest of the way, right?
For the last part of the trip, yes.
Then my job's done.
'Cause that ain't gonna work at all.
If you don't have a radio, how are you gonna help me?
There are people trading all kinds of things here.
I can take you to them. But... we'll need currency.
Even information is a commodity.
If I have to steal something, I will.
You won't have to. I think I know where to find something.
We'll go in the morning.
Merci.
Merci bien.
It's kind of a lot to put on a kid, don't you think?
God chooses our burdens.
Sonia.
Her husband died a few days ago.
She refuses any food or comfort.
No one's been able to console her.
Père Jean was right.
Come. You must be hungry.
Leave us.
So...
Who are you?
Stephane Codron. I'm from Marselle.
What brings you here, Codron?
A few years ago, a traveler came through and spoke of a movement.
In Paris.
He said it would make the world right again.
He gave me this tattoo and told me now I was a warrior.
For Genet.
For you.
-Shall I thank you? -You can thank me later.
For getting you what you want.
Ah, yes, they said. The American?
But he must have drowned, no?
My name's Daryl Dixon.
I come from a place called the Commonwealth. It's in America.
I went out looking for something.
All I found was trouble.
If I don't make it back...
I'll find him for you.
And I'll prove my usefulness to you. Here, at Maison Mere.
-And why should I trust you? -Because I won't stop.
I won't stop.
I promised my parents when they died I'd look after my brother.
This American made me a liar.
You're hired.
We're making progress.
Eighteen seconds.
Continue.
Wait right here.
You got noisy neighbors.
Yeah.
The Garniers. They lived next door.
She was always trying to set me up with her son.
You were on page 23.
His name was Quinn. I was young and very stupid.
You upgraded.
With God, I mean.
Is that your sister?
Yeah. That's Lily.
On her 16th birthday. We had dinner at the Jules Verne restaurant.
Laurent's never seen her face.
Is that why we're here?
No.
We here so I can keep my part of the bargain.
Find something to trade, get us information on a boat.
I wasn't always a nun.
Yeah. I can see that.
Go check if there's any clothes left.
Sure beats the view from my old house.
There was a bar at the end of the street.
When the owner pulled the curtains...
...only the regulars were allowed to stay. Artists, musicians, students...
What's that mean?
Reinventing the world.
We thought we could make it better.
Never imagining how bad it would get.
At least you thought about it.
Didn't you?
I didn't do much thinking back then.
Really?
You seem like someone who's always thinking.
No. I don't know. Things happened. Things that change you, you know?
Maybe we're the same that way.
Broken until the world ended.
Maybe.
Well, I'm glad our paths crossed.
We should get going.
Now what? -There's a service entrance in back.
Let me try.
I got it. -No. Please.
It's Aimée.
Stay close.
Let's go.
They should be here by now.
Sorry about that little girl.
I left her.
I can't breathe.
Sorry.
I was worried.
I have something for you.
It's her.
We should get going.
You see, Daryl? It's my mother.
Well, she's pretty.
If there is a deal to be made, this is the place.
Fallou, right?
-And the others? -Friends passing through.
Hazelnuts. Your favorite.
Weapons in the freezer.
Where are we?
The catacombs, brother.
Among the remains of the 6 million who died in la peste noire.
The Black Death.
America is an infant.
But here, we survived many apocalypses.
We will survive this one, too.
The flame of la vie bohème still burns in the Demimonde.
You got someone in here that can help me get home?
People find all sort of things here.
You helped us. Now we help you.
-All right. -I'll go find some friends...
...who can maybe tell us something.
What is this place?
It's a nightclub. We used to have lots of them.
He scared me!
He's just a performer.
Boys, girls, and everyone in between...
Attention, please!
It's time for broken hearts, my lovelies.
So without further ado...
...please welcome to the Demimonde stage Mademoiselle Anna Valery.
"The Water Lilies."
I used to go every week to the Musée d'Orsay when I was sad or lonely.
It was like a port in the storm.
Kind of reminds me of home.
They saved it. That's something.
You want to go to America?
Yeah. Yeah. That's the plan.
He came over by sea so there must be ships sailing.
Who knows? We hear things.
Show us what's in the bag.
-What'd he say? -He wants to know what we've got.
Someone knows how to have a good time.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. Boat first.
Hey. Ca va. Okay? Okay?
Says he knows people who can help you.
All right.
Where did you learn to do this?
My grandmother was an Argentinian refugee.
She taught me two things: to dance and to fight for freedom.
First you pay us.
Then, we take you to a connection who can hook you up. Ok?
Come on. Let's go.
Hey, hey, hey.
Tell your friend to chill out if he doesn't want to swim back home, ok?
-Calm down! -You calm down.
Come on. Let's go.
Is there a problem here?
-I'm sorry, Mr. Quinn. -You know the rules, Bernard.
A mistake.
There's no weapons allowed in here.
Boys will be boys.
Hi, Izzy.
It's been a minute.
It's strange to see you again after all these years.
Well, life takes odd turns.
Is this your friend?
-We travel together. -Okay.
And what you after?
A way back to America.
-A long way. -Yeah.
It's not impossible. I've... You know, I've heard things.
You sing very well.
Thank you. Are those your parents?
No.
This is my mother.
Why, she's very pretty.
I like your necklace.
Someday I will see the Eiffel Tower myself,
like my maman did on her birthday.
Here.
You can have...
...this to remember her. Okay?
-Thanks. -You're welcome.
I'll ask around, and I'll see what I can find out. For a friend.
We've got things to barter.
Don't insult me, Izzy.
The lady gave me her necklace.
What lady?
The singer.
Hello, lad.
Is he yours?
That's Laurent. That's Lily's boy.
Lily's boy?
You've got your mother's eyes. -Laurent?
I told you not to run off!
Excuse me.
Take Laurent back to the rooftop with the others, please.
-Wait. -I'll explain later. Go.
You all right?
We've made a deal. Done your part, and I'll do mine.
You sure?
Turns out you were right. I have connections in Paris. You got lucky.
Hello, boss.
Nice set, love. Can you send it up?
-Who are your friends? -It's business.
Shall we talk in my office?
This here is where the generals hid away during World War II.
Good guys or bad guys?
Depends which side you were on. Built by the French.
Was taken over by the Nazis during Vichy.
So, you know, it swung both ways.
Pragmatism I can appreciate.
You used to love champagne.
I outgrew it.
So, how have you been, Izzy?
I became a nun.
You serious?
And Lily?
Is she a nun, too?
No. Lily died... having the baby.
I'm sorry to hear that. I am.
You still should've told me.
That my sister died?
And...
...that I had a son.
What are you talking about?
You shouldn't keep that from a man. I don't care the circumstance.
A boy should know his dad, shouldn't he?
She never said...
It was a mistake.
You killed her.
And I saved you.
Who was it found you bleeding in the bathtub? Hmm?
Picked you up, carried you to the hospital, nursed you back to health?
That was me, wasn't it? -I don't want to talk about this.
I'm here... -Isabelle...
...to help my friend get home.
You want to help him?
Well, now you know the terms.
-No. Not with this asshole. -It's all right, Daryl.
I can do this.
No. Fuck him.
It's okay.
I don't need a boat this bad. Come on.
Hey. Sorry. I was trying to help. -I said I could do it.
Look, we all got shit from our past that...
...we're trying to run from, not just you.
I was wrong earlier. We're not the same, you and I.
You can be pissed at me all you want.
I'm not the one you're really mad at, though.
Well, you wanted to come to Paris, didn't you?
That's why we're here. I'm trying to help you keep your promise.
That's all you care about, isn't it?
I asked for your help 'cause I needed it.
I don't need a hero. I never did.
What will it be like at the Nest?
Safe, like it used to be at the abbey.
There will be more of us, who believe the same thing.
Sonia said I made her feel loved.
I don't know why.
You give them hope, Laurent.
Go to sleep.
Mes amis.
Quelle surprise.
Madame Genet and I have an arrangement. My place is off limits.
We won't be long.
We're looking for an American. We understand he has been here.
His name is Daryl Dixon.
Daryl.
Listen, I'm sorry. I...
It was a lot more than I imagined.
I get it.
I don't believe in coincidences.
I think there was a reason I had to come back to Paris...
...to see him again, to find out the truth.
All right. Well, you're welcome.
Don't be like that.
You don't need me here anymore.
You got all these people looking after you. You're gonna be fine.
He'll be sad to see you go.
Make something up. You're really good at that.
I never told him about his birth...
...because everything about it was horrible.
Everything.
The way she died, the way he was born.
What are you gonna tell him about Quinn?
Hmm? 'Cause you need to stop lying to him.
He deserves to know who he is. Then he can make up his own mind.
You just don't accept how special he is.
He's a gift from God, right?
Maybe that's something you need to believe...
...'cause the world's so fucked up.
Or maybe he's just a regular kid.
A regular kid that got lucky and lived.
Maybe that's your miracle.
You did this! I hate you both!
Tell us where he is!
Where is the American? We know he's here!
There!
Get Laurent. Meet me back at your place.
Get him! Track him!
Over there!
Laurent! Laurent!
Laurent!