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J'j'

Daryl: Hi.

Hey.

Feelin' better?

Yeah. Thanks.

Where you goin'?

Mm, gonna do another sweep
for negan.

Cool. You want company?

Think negan crossed the border?

He'd know we couldn't
follow him over there.

I can't see him puttin' on a mask.

Or staying quiet for long.

Still, stranger things have happened.

We takin' a break?

Nope.

This is our spot today.

Gonna stay here...

See what we see.

He ain't gonna wander around,
waitin' to get spotted.

He ain't that dumb.

Neither are you.

Gee, thanks.

You wanna tell me
what we're doin' out here?

Lookin' for negan.

Right.

You gonna tell me
what we're really lookin' for?

Alpha's horde.

We're gonna find it,
and we're gonna destroy it.

Come on. Admit it.

There's a tiny part of you
that's thrilled to be sick.

Just so you can spend
more time with me.

You think I'm pukin'
because I got a little crush?

Textbook case
of butterflies in the stomach.

I want a second opinion.

Oh, it's simple science, darlin'.

Bodies manifest emotion
in all sorts of different ways.

The heart wants what it wants.

Right? Inhale for me.

Good.

And exhale.

All right.

Seriously, though,

don't you think we'd make
a bitchin' couple?

Son, I would break you
like a twig.

Siddiq: How's he doin', Cheryl?

-Jury's still out. —ouch.

I thought we were havin'
a moment here, Cheryl.

Is she okay?
Everything all right?

Yeah.

Couple more cases
of that stomach bug.

-So that makes it seven. —yeah.

You know, maybe I should

-just put coco down for a minute——
—don't worry about it, man.

- —I got it.
- Sure?

Yeah. How's Rosita?

Ah, same as everybody else,
it seems.

The most we can do
is keep 'em hydrated and wait it out.

Mm—hmm.

Hey, lap up the daddy-daughter
shit while you can,

because they grow so damn fast.

Okay, a—all right, easy.
Dude, easy.

Have some boundaries.

Okay. My bad.

You two should go out,
have some fun.

All right, thanks.

And if you need me to peek
at Rosita later, just say the word.

Happy to, you know,
make sure she's on the mend.

That's one of
those boundaries again.

Yep.

Yeah.

Noted.

Carol: Alpha's been sending waves
of walkers to screw with us, right?

Well, I've been tracking Walker
movement along the border.

Small groups... some of them
might have whisperers in them.

But they all connect right back
to this general area,

so I figure we stake out this spot.

See where the whisperers go.

Might lead us back to the horde.
That's smart.

I thought so.

She's gonna need a big place, though,

the canyon they used to be in.

Only spots I know are on
whisperer territory, though.

Not gonna be able to sneak in there
without startin' up some kind of shit.

We only need to figure out
where they are,

and then we'll tell the council,
I swear.

Why weren't you
straight with me before?

After what happened
at the border and with Alpha,

I didn't want you to worry.

Sorry.

I get it.

Just wanna keep us safe.

So, you gonna stick around?

Well, if you spot somethin',

you're gonna need me
to track it, right?

I don't know.

Picked up a few things
over the years.

Yeah, we'll see.

Honestly, fellas... or ladies.

Kinda hard to tell
underneath the outfits.

I wanna join, all right?
I am a joiner.

Get me a damn application already.

I mean, look at you guys, right?

Cool-ass outfits,
the whole back-to-nature paleo vibe?

You are a survivalist's wet dream.

Not to mention
the number—one selling point-...

No more bein' eaten by the dead.

But just, out of curiosity,
'cause it's killin' me,

what do you got goin' on down low?

Are you flyin' around commando-style,
or do you got, like,

Walker long Johns
with the ia—— flap?

Whoa. Cool your tits there,
jolly green giant.

Noise.

Constant noise.

I should just slit your throat,

be done with it.

Okay. You know what?

You're right, big man.
I am sorry.

I never properly introduced myself.

Hey, I'm negan.

For the last eight years,

I have been locked up
by your enemy.

So you take me to your leader,

and I will spill
every goddamn secret I know.

Eugene?
I got the supplies ya asked for.

Well, feel free to deposit those
in any location of your choosin'.

Gotta say,
your assist on the radio relaunch

has been a boon,
and I thank you mightily.

Well, I'm happy to be a part
of the hilltop av club.

Care to take the new setup
for a spin?

Some primo choice upgrades.

Transmitter's been properly souped up
with Soviet satellite guts, and...

You don't par/ez-vous Russian,
by any chance?

Nyet. Well, that's all I got.

Hmm. Solid.

Well, just checkin'.

Relocatin' the antenna to the apex
provides unobstructed I-o-s

to the secondary repeater,
exponentially expanding our range.

You haven't lived

till you've bounced a transmission
off the ionosphere.

Gives me gooseflesh
each and every time.

Well, this sounds really cool,
Eugene,

but I gotta get back to the kids.

Oh, yeah. Understandable.

Bambinos, they take precedent.

No expiration on that invite, though.

Cool. Thanks.

Have fun.

Solo trip it is.

Let's see how far you can fly,
little lady.

Rosita: Calling for hilltop.
Come in, hilltop.

Hilltop. Calling hilltop.

Copy that, Alexandria.
This is hilltop.

Eugene?

Um, yes.

Were you lookin' for someone
in particular?

No, dumb-ass.
I'm looking for you.

Oh.

Okey-dokey.

Just wanted to see what you were up to.
I figured I'd call.

But I'm also running
a 102-degree fever,

so I could just be delirious.

What sort of ailments
are we wrestlin' with?

Just a bug. I'll be fine.
And coco's okay.

What about you?
What are you up to?

Oh, just some garden—variety
engineerin' advice,

structural stability checks,

a total revamp
of their radio setup.

I mean, everyone wants
a slice of Eugene.

Are you coming back
anytime soon?

To be honest, I haven't given
much thought to a timetable,

but it is mighty good
to hear your voice.

You, too.

Hold on.

We got a malfunction.

Mother of Pearl.

Everything okay?

Bad solder.
It was a gaffe on my part.

I'm gonna have to fix this pronto
before the whole thing goes fubar.

I should get back into bed anyway.

Do you want me to call you
this afternoon?

Are radio waves sinusoidal?

Um... Yes?

Yes. Yes, they are.

- Ugh.
- So close.

Ooh.

-Ugh. —mr. Crossbow,

I thought aiming was your thing.

It's definitely not your thing.

- —Mm—mm. Sorry, it doesn't count.
- 'Course that counts.

No, you gotta knock the can over.
You can't just kiss it.

Oh, my god.
You're such a sore loser.

I'd have to lose
in order to be a sore loser,

so since that didn't count,
I'm gonna take my turn.

Oh, it's a double-capper.

They're good luck.

Maybe it'll help your aim.

Very funny, but I'll keep it.

You should watch
your own throws, though.

Boom.

- —How was hilltop?
- It was fine.

King sends his best.

Connie fine, too?

What?

I see things.

- —It's not like that.
- No?

Not at all.

Why not?

Aren't that many people left
to find out there these days,

much less good ones like her.

Yeah, I know.

Well, then why not?

What's it matter?

Because it does.

You don't have to be alone.

Years pass, Daryl.

You can't hide out
with her dog forever.

See?

Your aim's better already.

I'm hungry. You got food?

Yeah, I'll get it.

- —Thanks.
- Mm—hmm.

Mmm.

Hey, you see that?

It's a whisperer.

He cannot be trusted.

Dispose of him.

Test him.

If he is worthy,
I will hear him.

If not, then I kill him.

You have other thoughts?

It is a mistake
showing him our ways.

Your questionin' of my judgment

has become a regular occurrence.

He is a threat.

To Alpha or to beta?

I think only of our people.

Is it finally time

for the beta to become the Alpha?

Beta: Never.

How long you and the boss lady
been together?

Is this, like,
a beta—with-benefits situation?

Do you slide her a little omega
on the side?

You'll respect the Alpha,

or I end you where you stand.

I didn't mean to offend you.

I mean, hell,
you keep things professional.

I respect that.

Think I was just thrown off
by the whole kneelin' thing.

Not that there's anything wrong
with the whole kneelin' thing.

I mean,
that has tickled the dicks

of many a fine man
over the years.

Me, myself, I used to
have people kneelin' for me

all the livelong day,

so I do understand the benefits

that sort of shit provides.

Just actually
never done the deed myself.

And I admire your self—restraint,
and I'm sayin' this totally respectfully,

but there is somethin' about
that whole bald—head thing

that just...

Tightens my britches.

Rosita? Gabriel?

Just wanted to swing by to grab
a change of clothes for coco.

- Hey, you.
- —I think I need a house call, doc.

Hmm. I thought we were
supposed to be in bed.

I was, and then I was feeling better,
so I came downstairs.

And then I was feeling even worse,
and now I'm stuck.

Well, you should've called Gabe
to come get me.

Ah, the good Shepherd
is out on patrol.

Overnighter.

Okay.

Well, field trip to the infirmary.

No, come on, siddiq.
I have so much to do.

I know, like going to the infirmary.
—no, no, no, no.

- Just help me get to the garage so...
- —yeah.

-Shit. —no. Okay.

Look, it's a crazy idea,

but how about we all go
to the infirmary?

Mm? Yeah? Coco says yeah.

Let's go.

Easy.

This is hilltop callin' over
to Alexandria.

Do you copy?

Alexandria, let us know
if you are receivin'.

Alexandria proper,
please respond.

Greetings, this is tater bug,
callin' live over open channels.

Anyone out there,
give us a copy.

Carol: It's getting bigger.

Yeah, looks like they're
gatherin' up all the strays.

Well, once the sun goes down,
it's gonna be tough to see where they go

unless we can get closer.

What makes you think
they're goin' anywhere?

If you and me were whisperers,
that's when we'd move 'em.

You know I'm right.

You wanna cross the border,
don't ya?

I wanna find the horde.
If that's what it takes...

Sure this isn't you just tryin'
to take another shot at Alpha?

The horde is our shot.
You changin' your mind?

Nope. I didn't say that.

Then what's the problem?

All right, we do this,
we're gonna be smart about it.

None of this "runnin' off
in the middle of the night,

no backup, just us" stuff,
all right?

Since when are we not enough?

You know, we mess this up,
everyone else is gonna pay for it, right?

We've already paid.

We keep paying no matter
what side of the line we're on.

I gotta pee.

Did you find
what you were lookin' for?

You bring the gun?

No.

Used up all the ammunition,
remember?

There was still some ammo left
in the storage room.

I didn't bring the gun, Daryl.

Wanna frisk me?

-Go ahead. —okay.

Either we're enough,
or we're not.

All right, let's do it.

A plan this stupid,
might as well be us.

J'j'

So, do I get bathed and reborn
in her whisper-y image...

Or is this more like a ball—trippin',
skin—themed vision quest?

Dig.

That's it?

I can do that.

Anything in particular
we're goin' for here?

Size, depth, width?

Just dig.

All right.

I talk about your yo-yo j'

j' you should see my spinnin' top I

I talk about your yo-yo j'

j' you should see my spinnin' top I

J' it goes around and 'round j'

j' oh, it never stops j'

j' you should see j'

I my spinnin' top on the ground j'

j' you should see j'

I my spinnin' top on the ground j'

j' it goes 'round and down j'

j' round and 'round and 'round j'

I now, watch it, everybody j'

I what did I tell you? I

I my spinnin' top is good j'

j' just line it up, baby,
like you know you should j'

deeper?

J' aw, let me show you how I

sure. Why not?

I my spinnin' top I

j' is my pride andjoy j'

I my spinnin' top I

j' is my pride andjoy j'

I...

J' I use it myse/fj'

j' it's my own little personal toy j'

now, let me show you what I mean.

Now, watch it, everybody.
Now, I get it.

All you people are doing the twist.

Siddiq:
Watch your step. Here we go.

Yeah. Okay.

Looks like I'm not the only one.
—yeah.

Let's get you a seat.

Dante?

Dante:
Go ahead and grab a seat wherever.

I'll be with you in a sec.

Dante,
what the hell is goin' on?

Hey, guys.

I—I—I think the illness is spreading
faster than we thought.

I—I didn't want to bother you.

That is not a decision
you get to make.

Damn it, man, this is why I said
I shouldn't leave.

Hey, siddiq, he's... —what?

He's tryin' to help.

Start crushing herbs...

Ginger and mint for the nausea
and oil of oregano

-and yarrow for the fever.
—all right.

This is only gonna get worse
if we're not ahead of it.

You good with these rules?

Yeah. Don't be seen.

No tracks,
no killin' walkers neither.

Find a bunch of bodies
with holes in their heads,

we might as well leave a note
saying we were here.

Watch, learn, leave.

Yeah, if things go sideways,
we head back.

We get split up,
you meet me right here, all right?

Yeah.

And be safe.

We got luck on our side,
all right?

Come on.

Negan: Old porky here,
he was a bastard to take down.

But I gotta say, this is exactly
the kind of badass shit

I will do for my new family.

Beta:
Only those who have earned the right

to walk among us may eat.

Earned?

Big man, I helped kill
and cook the damn pig.

Come on, man, all right?

At the very least,
I deserve a piece of bacon.

Whatever you say, boss.

This is tater bug over open air,

surfin' on these proverbial radio waves.

Any interested earholes,
come on back.

Anyone anywhere?

This is tater bug.

Woman on radio:
Hello? Hello, tater bug?

I receive you loud and clear.

I can't believe this.

Are you really out there?

Man: Not here.

Woman: Keep looking.

Well, had I considered
the prospect of first contact,

I would've prepared
proper remarks

toward the establishin'
of relations.

Over.

Woman: I don't quite know
what to say, either.

I'd gotten to the point where I figured
this was a waste of time.

Over.

Well, perhaps an exchange of o&as
might grease the wheels.

A few right off the top of my dome...
Where are you located,

how long have you been there,
how many people do you have,

and should we continue
saying "over"?

Over.

We can probably make do
without the "overs."

As for the other stuff,

I don't think I'm comfortable
sharing that just yet.

Understandable.

Any alts more within
your zone of comfort?

Maybe talk about our lives
before all this?

My personal origin entails
a long and storied history.

Were you thinkin' prologue,
or should I skip ahead a few chapters?

I guess, uh,
start with where you're from.

Certainly.

A lone star child at heart,
I was born in the shadows of big d.

That's a well—worn nickname
for Dallas, Texas.

Yeah, [picked up on that.

I grew up in Pennsylvania,
a small town called strasburg.

Uh, dubious as it may seem,

I know strasburg, Pennsylvania, well.

- Sure you do.
- True as coventry blue.

Durin' adolescence, I went through
a significant foamer phase.

Locomotives were my jam.

As such, my parents purchased

a pair of tickets
to the 1995 trainfan expo

at the railroad museum
in, well, you guessed it.

Strasburg, Pennsylvania.

Whoa.

I have the most vivid memory
of an ice-cream shop

with the most marvelous batch
of black raspberry ice cream.

The inside scoop.
I went there all the time.

Hell, you and I might've
been there on the same day.

Well, knowin' this, there is
a critical question needs answerin'.

What's that?

Cake cone or waffle?

Whisperer: Over here.

Been decades since I got this much
attention from younger men.

Well, you're my patient,

so it's kinda my job
to keep an eye on you.

Then what's with the look
of gloom and doom?

I feel like I'm nappin'
next to the grim reaper.

Sorry.

Sorry, I'm just, um,

a little concerned.

Oh, hon, in this world,

most don't get the luxury
of driftin' off in a nice, comfy bed.

I should be so lucky.

Get some rest.

Hey, hey, I'll get it for you.

Oh, thanks, man.

About what I said earlier, I, um...

No worries.

I get it.

We're stuck with
pre—industrial-age meds,

and simple shit can suddenly
become a big deal.

We'll figure it out.

Thanks, Dante.

I—I appreciate your help.

You should.

I'm kind of amazing.

Get some rest, boss.

All right, come on.

Mm.

Hey, coco.

Hey.

It's okay. It's okay. Shh.

Aww, it's okay.

Uh, daddy got you.
Oh, it's all right.

Hey. Hey, it's okay.

Hey.

No, no, no, no.

Oh, it's okay.

There you go.

Alpha: Open your eyes.

Open your eyes.

Open your eyes.

Clearly, we are not jivin'.

And, you know, to be honest with you, I
totally understand the position you're in.

You gotta be, like, the tough guy
and keep everybody in line.

I mean, hell, you know, I had guys
just like you to keep my shit tight.

All right, maybe not just like you.

Uh, hell, if I had some monster
your size,

things would've
turned out different.

Look, whether you like me or not,

I will be joinin' this team,

so maybe we should find a way
to get along, you know,

and stop pissin'
on each other's boots.

You will never be one of us.

You're too loud,

too weak,

too full of ego.

I mean, it ain't ego
if I really am that awesome.

You are a waste,

and Alpha will see it.

So cards on the table, then?

Cool. I dig that.

See, I'm not here for you.

I am here for Alpha.

So you go ahead,
and you throw your little tests at me

and you scowl and throw me on the ground
like a five—and—dime Frankenstein.

I don't give a shit.

See, big man,

I ain't goin' anywhere.

Finally,

something we can both agree on.

You won't be going anywhere.

Wait a minute.
Did you just make a goddamn joke?

I would be impressed
if I wasn't so pissed off right now.

You have got to be shittin' me.

- What the hell is this?
- He saw me.

We can take him back,
see what he knows.

Maybe it's a good thing.

Did you plan this?

No.

What's this?

It wasn't in your bag.

Guess you missed it.

Come on. We don't have time to argue.
It's done.

Roller rinks never made much
dollars-and-centavos sense to me,

purely on a risk—reward analysis.

Too afraid of falling?

Injury combined with humiliation.
Not my favorite pastime.

This deet exchange
on our formatives

has been very enjoyable, and...

At the risk of said humiliation,

I wonder if we could dip our toes
into some real talk.

It's been great, honestly.

But I don't really know you.

You might be a threat.

Maybe it's better
if we just let this be,

you know, what it is.

What if I were to share specifics?

Who's to say
I'm not a threat to you?

People are dangerous.

I'm well aware.

And yet...

I have a twinge in my belly
that says you lean toward

the "good" column
of the alignment chart.

I do know you.

My given name
is Eugene hermann Porter.

And I propose we continue
these convos on the reg,

with the hopes of buildin' more.

Should that meet with your approval
and—or interest, of course.

Hello, Eugene hermann Porter.

I'd like that.

I 'd like that very much.

So, we're in agreement, then.

We are.

But... let's just keep this
between us for now.

I wanna trust you,

but if I hear anyone else,
I'll know I can't.

And you won't hear from me again.

Okay, just you and me.

Copy that. Over.

He was weak.

I expected more.

He will serve us better
as one of the dead.

Negan:
I'm ready for my goddamn skin suit.

You best bring
that extra—long tape measure

on account
of my humongous balls.

Hi. I'm negan.

We haven't formally met,
but I sure as hell know who you are.

And whether my reputation
precedes me or not...

I'm all in.

Whatever you want,
whatever I got,

it's yours.

Shh.

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