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Previously on AMC's
"The Walking Dead"...

I can't leave, not until
they join the fight.

You are gonna be in charge
of your very own outpost.

You see, I need my bullet
maker making bullets.

Don't matter if the big man ain't here.

He could very well be back.

Carl's dead.

He wrote letters. He wrote one to you.

_

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 3,

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't just 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.

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,

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
3-year-old holding hands.

Make that come back, Dad.

And go on those walks with Judith.

She'll remember them.

I love you.

Carl.

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I came back here to make amends.

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.

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 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.

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.

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 are smart as hell.

You know that?

I mean, after everything...

Sherry, 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.

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.

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 activities

said management would frown on.

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.

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.

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...

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.

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.

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