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You deserve a happy ending, too.

19 months at sea.

Hoping to stay ahead of this thing.

Nowhere's safe.

We'll try Marseille next.

Maybe the south of France is good.

There's got to be a safe place somewhere.

Sue had a heart attack.

We had to let her go.

I had to... take care of it.

Our 10th anniversary would've been in June.

Honey keeps crying.

She wants her mum back.

She wants peace, the way they were.

She wants to go home.

My name's Daryl Dixon.

I come from a place called the Commonwealth.

It's in America.

I went out looking for something,

and all I found was trouble.

If I don't make it back,

I want them to know I tried.

Hell, I'm still trying.

Ah! Ah!

"God loves you."

Uh... bonjour.

Bonjour.

Monsieur?

I'm sorry. I don't understand you.

Hey! You American guy.

You know, I speak English very good.

What's crackin, noob?

My, uh, grandfather, he hurt the ankle.

Only... Only small English, him.

Hello.

You got medical?

We trade you for apple or, um, um, a rabbit, maybe.

Very good, rabbit.

Merci. Merci.

Food there.

So, where are you going to?

Back where I came from.

- Across the ocean? - Yeah.

I'm Maribelle.

Um, he Guillaume.

So maybe we go together, you know?

Get somewhere safe, maybe?

You can help us.

We can help you find a way.

Hey, Yankee.

All the time, he talk about World War II.

La résistance. U.S. GIs. Fight together.

Your country, my country, like friends.

You are no friend.

There ain't no countries no more, neither.

Il ne parle pas Français. "Sit down", he said.

Stop. Save the powder.

Merci.

Can you get my medical bag?

You deserve a happy ending, too.

I'll find them. I'll bring them home.

It's not like we're never gonna see each other again.

You feeling better?

My name is Isabelle.

There's no need to be afraid. You're a guest.

You always tie up your guests?

It was for your own safety.

Messed up my arm.

At least you still have it.

You had a wound from the brûlant.

Cauterization is the best way to prevent the spread.

A brû-what?

A brûlant.

A burner.

Dead ones at the market?

Mm-hmm.

Here we call them "les affamés," "the hungry ones."

Burner is just one kind.

Alright.

May I?

Yeah.

What is this place? Like a convent or something?

We're a small community of nuns.

Very small now, after 12 years.

We survive here, farming, gardening, scavenging.

You're from America?

Place called Commonwealth, right?

I found your tape recorder.

How did you come to be in France?

A bunch of bad decisions.

The cauterization is holding.

Best to clean up, avoid infection.

I'll be back with the dressings,

Mr. Dixon.

Daryl.

You can call me Daryl.

Enchantée.

May I see your head?

It's honey garlic.

To fight infection.

I see you've kept all your options open.

Over the years, our abbey has become

part of a group called l'Union de l'Espoir

Means "union of hope."

Open to all messages of faith and perseverance.

We believe humanity is enduring a test

from which we will soon be delivered.

Look up.

Yeah, I never put much stock in, uh...

God? Mm-hmm.

Well, He put stock in you.

Lean forward.

These scars on your back?

Daddy was a smoker.

You have siblings?

Mm-hmm. Used to. A brother.

I had a sister.

Lean back.

Looks like you have some, too.

Parish priest used to say that our scars show

that we have suffered, but more importantly,

that we have healed from our suffering.

You ought to get some air.

I'll wait outside.

Across the courtyard is where the sisters live.

No men allowed.

What about the little boy I saw?

Laurent grew up here.

With us. He was orphaned.

They're afraid of you.

I'll be gone soon.

Medieval churches often had weapons rooms.

You needed them back then.

Makes sense.

We've trained ourselves to use them,

just in case.

Killer nuns, huh?

Well, we can defend ourselves if we need to.

Père Jean was a collector.

His grandfather fought in the Maquis.

- You got one missing. - That's the one I used.

That's Père Jean's office.

You know how to use that radio?

It's been a while since I managed to reach anyone on it.

You mind if I give it a try?

Sure, once you get better.

The last one was a Spaniard.

A few months ago.

Spoke a bit of English. I can try reaching him again.

Your English is good.

My parents worked for Médecins Sans Frontières.

They traveled all over.

Bosnia, Chechnya, Rowanda.

My sister and I finished our schooling in Paris.

How'd you end up here?

A bunch of good decisions.

The abbey was already being modernized by the time I came.

Our hope was to convert the land

into an agricultural property that would support us,

fund our mission.

It's been enough to keep us going.

Take a seat. I'll be right back.

Now you try.

My record is 3 minutes and 12 seconds.

I'm not really good at shit like that.

No? Oh.

I'm quite good at shit like that.

Math problems, science. Music. Geography.

Also, I know all the countries and capitals

from back in the before time.

Père Jean taught me everything.

Pardon my manners, Monsieur. I'm Laurent.

Pleased to make your acquaintance.

How many people do you think live within the boundaries

of what was once France?

Starting from 67 million people before the fall,

I speculate current French populace of fewer than 200,000.

I was gonna say way less.

Much less.

Do you know how long it would take

to repopulate that many people?

No.

Six generations.

Perhaps seven.

Hurts my stomach just thinking about it.

Yeah, the math sucks.

Do you have children, Monsieur?

A wife?

Parents?

Nah.

No, nothing like that.

But you're homesick.

I see it in your eyes.

What are you, a shrink?

I feel things. In my stomach.

I feel your sadness.

Not to despair, Monsieur Daryl,

but you deserve a happy ending, too.

Laurent, récitations. Dépêche-toi.

Time for poetry. Père Jean awaits.

Now you try.

Eh... "Everything..." Okay.

"Everything has all gone, uh, pear-shaped."

Eh.

It means bad.

"Pear-shaped"?

Oui. En forme de poire.

Ah.

Sur la montagne démente.

Sur la mer, sur les bateaux.

- The hell are you doing? - This is Père Jean.

We are waiting for him to rise again.

Laurent.

Let me explain.

You got a lot of witchy shit going on around here.

Dead priest in a closet and a creepy kid?

No thanks.

It's not what you think.

Doesn't matter what I think. I'm outta here.

You can't leave. Not without us.

We've been waiting for you.

You're the messenger.

The messenger?

To deliver Laurent.

He drew this.

Yeah. He should stick to math.

Three weeks ago, before you came.

He drew a guy on the beach. So what?

I saw you fight the Guerriers.

I know you can get him there safely.

I have no idea what you're talking about.

Our leader is a Buddhist monk.

He came through on a pilgrimage some years ago.

He recognized something in Laurent,

an answer to a prophecy.

L'Union has a base up north,

a community that will raise and nurture him

to be who he was born to be.

"Who he was born to be?"

Six months ago, Lama Rinpoche said it was time.

Père Jean was supposed to escort him, but...

well, you saw.

Yeah, I did. You got him locked up,

thinking the prayers and poetry are gonna fix him.

Laurent is special. I think you see that.

Do I? His mother died in childbirth.

He shouldn't have survived that.

It's a miracle he's even alive.

Can I borrow this?

He's shown abilities, perceptions,

compassion beyond any child.

He sees into people.

We used to have a kid like that in grade school.

Used to get his ass kicked a lot.

I'm gonna borrow this, too, alright? - He needs teaching,

guidance we cannot provide.

He'll be safer there, nurtured, until he's ready.

Ready for what?

To be the new messiah.

To lead the revival of humanity.

Don't you see? This is why you're here.

This is why you washed ashore.

This is why I was on the road that day.

This is why you were saved.

Everything happens for a reason.

Can you fire this thing up?

The tube broke a month ago.

What?

I've been trying to get a replacement.

You've been fucking with me.

There's a port up north that may still be active.

Show me.

Le Havre.

We've heard rumors of ships that come and go.

But it's just rumors.

What is this route that's marked out right here?

That's Père Jean's plan to get the boy up north.

These are stops, places where we have friends

who can help connect us, radio frequencies.

It's a treacherous path north, hard to find your way,

harder if you don't speak French.

Michel!

Michel!

Michel!

Gonna be fine. Besides, the kid likes it here.

He's safe. He got lucky.

He's lonely.

He's grown up with no friends, no father figure.

He needs other children, teachers.

Well, staying alive's more important.

He's got a greater destiny than just surviving.

What does he think about your plan, huh?

Adieu, Monsieur Daryl. Nous nous reverrons.

It means, "We shall meet again."

He doesn't know about any of it.

He's young. It's too much to put on him.

Look, I've already made plans.

I ain't looking to make any more.

The world is lost. We know that.

Hope fades gradually, and then all at once.

If we're wrong, at least you will have helped a boy

get to a better place.

But if we're right...

why not bet on hope?

It ain't my problem.

Philippe.

Philippe.

No.

Please. Please. Please. Please. Show mercy.

You don't believe.

Maybe you never saw a reason to.

But one thing I know...

reasons are everywhere.

They're with the angels now.

Are we lost, Isa?

We're never lost, mon chou.

You asked me how I got here.

I left home,

looking for something.

I figured there had to be something out there

worth finding.

And I ran into some bad people.

They put me on a boat.

That didn't go well.

And I washed ashore here,

and I ran into a nun.

You can take me to that place, right?

That place with the port?

Yes.

Alright, then.

I'll take you where you need to go.

We were in the Gulf of Cádiz when the prisoners escaped.

It was beyond our control.

Who's in control if not you?

Madame Genet, a captain is only as good as his crew.

My father fished these waters.

Small trawler.

He'd go out for days at a time,

and no matter how hard things got,

he knew one thing...

Crew is only as good as their captain.

Doctor.

Three years to get this ship seaworthy.

And now...

because of what?

One American?

We did manage to stop the mutiny.

Did you? Congratulations.

And the man?

Overboard, presumed dead.

Presumed?

By who? By you?

Who was he?

He was named...

Dixon.

Dixon.