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Previously on Dead City...

What do you want?

I'm gonna recommend your conscription.

Who is this woman?

You and the 20 soldiers
you stood in for,

starting with that one right there.

The Croat is gonna see us
coming from miles away.

Boom.

Who were you trying to spare?

We gotta move! Let's go, this way!

The park sits between them.

No man's land.

Because no man comes out alive.

Would you like some?

I am sorry this is how
you've been treated.

You shouldn't have been left like this.

None of this has anything
to do with you really.

It's like peanut brittle.

Mm, of course, right.

Why would you know what that was?

Well, anyway, this is
something different.

It's new.

It's made with walnuts.

I like it better.

I'm going to arrange to
get you a proper bed,

and a blanket.

Anything else?

A coat.

Of course.

It's freezing in here.

Paper...

and something to draw with.

Hershel...

you okay?

Yeah.

The Croat and his people
might've seen us.

They could be watching us right now.

We gotta find a safe spot to regroup.

Take a break.

Just looking for a landmark
or something to get oriented.

- Monkeys?
- From the zoo maybe.

Central Park wasn't
like this when I was kid,

I'll tell you that much.

You probably didn't know
I was from the city.

Let's keep moving.

Saw them heading in up the block.

See that the full perimeter
is established,

then search the park.

A wasteland full of the dead.

I doubt the New Babylonians
are still alive,

but if they are, we'll find them.

You know, I know why you
let the lifeboat get away.

You draw the line at children.

You always have.

I promise, if we encounter
the child you saw,

you won't have to be the one to kill it.

Don't worry. I'll do it for you.

This should put us on the
West Side near 70th Street.

We should be safe here. For now.

One of the lakes is close,
just over that ridge.

It's got a boathouse.

Closest place I could think of
that's fortified.

We're runnin' out of food.

We need to start figuring
out how to get home.

And cross the river again?

We need to lay low,
buy ourselves some time...

And then we keep going for the methane.

In the shape that we're in?

We obviously can't do this alone,

but we can do what we did in Roanoke...

I thought that we were just exploring.

We split the opposition,

we peel off some numbers,
we make new alliances...

You just got 50 innocent people killed.

Yeah, and I don't want 50 more
to have to die either.

We need to finish this now.

We have to get the methane ourselves,

and then it's done.

If you agree, Colonel.

Look, I'm with you.

We've already lost too many.

We get the methane,

we can help the families
those soldiers left behind.

Families whose kids were
ripped away from them,

forced to join up.

You think they care about methane?

Did I not fight for you to take
the place of 20 of your people?

I'm pretty sure that I'm the one
that did the fighting.

And it's a good thing I did

because they would all
be dead by now, too.

They'll most certainly be
dead if you desert.

That was the deal.

I'm on your side, Maggie.

Look, there's a lot of things
you've been right about.

From now on, we do this together.

But we'll do it your way.

The boathouse should be
just on the other side.

Stay close.

Stay calm. Don't move.

Hey, wait!

Wait, Hershel!

Hershel!

Hershel!

Ginny!

Hershel!

Mom!

Mom!

Ginny!

Hello!

Mom!

Pheasant pâté. Just
like Baba used to make.

Must be a lot.

All these people at your beck and call.

You have a lot of responsibilities.

Power.

But what I don't get is why
the Dama treats you

like her red-headed stepchild.

Dama and I are partners.

She appreciates me. Trusts me.

Trust comes from being honest.

Saying when there's a line.

You don't know her like I do.

When I fled the Sanctuary,

found a little boat,

set sail for Hrvatska. My homeland.

I, of course, could not have
foreseen the storm

that sent me crashing
into Manhattan's shoreline.

I was alone, an island within an island.

Until one day

I was searching through an old theater.

I collapsed.

When I awoke, I was on
a sofa, under a blanket.

I will never forget this.

On the table next to me

there was a plate of krhki kikiriki,

brittle candy.

Yes, she is cruel sometimes. I know.

But it is all in the service

of bringing out our potential.

One thing I know she sees

is you perhaps gone a bit soft.

I told her the old Negan,
he's still in there.

You just need to get your hands
a little bloody is all.

Maybe.

But nobody's gonna get their hands dirty

sittin' around eating pâté.

Look, I know you have
Burazi in the park.

Let me go in there.

If the soldiers are dead, I'll find 'em.

If they're not, I'll finish them off.

Waylen.

I'd like you to accompany
Negan into the park.

C'mon, big guy.

Happy hunting!

Hershel! Ginny!

Are you okay?

Where's Hershel?

I assumed he was with you.

Everybody move. Come on.

Wait, I have to find Hershel.

Getting yourself killed
is not gonna help him.

Sit down.

You've been making a lot of noise,

getting a lot of attention.

We don't like attention.

And now here you are.

We don't plan on staying.

You realize you're being hunted?

They know you're in here.

They've got the park surrounded.

I don't normally take to strangers,

but since you're here,
I'd rather you stay.

Nice and quiet.

What's the catch?

When it's time to go, you go.

Then you never come back.

Like we never existed. 'Cause we don't.

That's very generous of you.

My son is still out there.

It's not safe for you.

We have people searching for the boy.

You've been watching us.

Like I said, you've been noisy.

I can handle walkers and monkeys, okay?

There are worse things out there.

We have lived here a long time.

The best thing to do for your
son is let us handle it.

Quietly.

We appreciate the help.

And we think we may be able
to help you in return.

We come from the mainland,

a federation of communities,
everyone working together.

And joining us can be
a complicated process,

but in this case,

we're willing to offer up
what we have in good faith.

We have modern tools, medicine, energy.

There's nothing you can offer

that nature doesn't already provide.

You're surrounded by the dead.

We could clear out
the park, make it safe.

The dead aren't our problem.

In surrounding us, they protect us.

It's why we're still here.

We don't fear them. They're us.

They were our neighbors,
our friends, our sisters,

our parents, our children.

And one day them.

And you, and me.

You're still going?

She said they're looking for him.

I'm sure he's fine.

You don't know that.

Lay off that New Babylon
bullshit while I'm gone.

It's not bullshit.

We can help them.
Both sides can benefit.

The only side that ever
benefits is yours.

They don't need anything from you.

You wanna do things my way?

Let them be.

All right. Where the hell am I?

Keep going. Please.

Why did you choose to draw that?

I don't know. I saw it from the car,

and I guess it just...

stayed with me.

Well, others might have fixed it up,

restored it to how it used to be.

I wouldn't even know what
that would look like.

Because you never saw it like that.

You didn't live through it.

I don't care how it was.

I like it like this.

It's better.

I agree.

One of my favorite artists
was a sculptor

named Dmitry Allistat.

He was born in 1907,

too young to fight in the Great War,

but young enough to never
know what came before it.

All he knew of the world
was death and loss,

rage, pain.

And he expressed all of that in his art.

I heard about what that man,
Negan, did to your father.

I'm sorry. We don't
have to talk about it.

There's nothing to talk
about really. I...

I wasn't even born yet, so...

My mom's the one who's
all obsessed with him.

With all of that.

Something I loved

was stolen from me once.

I lost everything.
I couldn't get it back.

But what was worse than the
sadness and anger was that

I had to pull myself through it

without anyone's help.

I've been alone for a very long time.

Like you.

I'm sure your mother has big
feelings about what happened.

So big that maybe she hasn't left room

for anyone else's feelings.

Your feelings.

And the one person who is
supposed to be there for you

isn't really there.

So you have to manage it

all by yourself.

You don't have to pretend with me.

I see you.

I'll leave you to it.

Damn.

Looks like we're on the right path.

Funny, you showing up outta nowhere,

gettin' all comfortable and shit.

A wanted man on the run, huh?

So what I keep thinking though is,

if you were wanted by the mainlanders,

it means you lived with them.

And that makes you...

a mainlander.

Why did the mainlanders cross the river?

I don't know. Why?

They didn't.

You first.

Hey! Help me!

Help me!

You motherfucker! Traitor!

You were right, by the way.

Bringing up the federation.

She was wrong to chastise you.

She only has her son to think about.

Clearly, all she ever thinks about.

Whereas the rest of us,

we have to think about New Babylon.

And everyone in the federation.

I know you see it.

More soldiers.

A base of operations.

A way to get the methane.

Look at how they live.

They can't see what's possible.

That we can get it all back,
back to the way it was.

So we gotta help them see it.

We just have to wait
for the right moment.

And we do what we have to do.

It's okay. It's okay.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

Y-You saved me, right?

C-can you understand what I'm saying?

Do you live here in the park?

That's okay. You don't
have to answer that.

I-I'm looking for my friends. I'm lost.

The people I was with, did you see them?

Do you know where they went?

You like the drawing?

- Yes.
- Good.

Okay. You can understand me.

How did you...

C-Can I show you?

All right.

Like that.

I really need to find my friends.

Ugh.

I think if you knew how to use that,

you'd have done it by now.

Hershel.

Oh, thank God.

What happened? Was she shot?

No.

I thought I heard a gunshot.

Let's go.

Come on. Lay her down.

- What happened?
- I don't know.

Shit!

You okay?

Come on. I'm glad you're okay.

I want to show you something.

This was once a theater.

Very old, very prestigious theater.

People say the past is always with us.

You can't escape it even if we tried.

What is this?

Is this your room?

No.

It's yours.

I had it made especially for you.

What if it was possible?

What if we could not
just escape our past,

but erase it?

What if there was the potential
for reinvention?

I know you see it for what it is.

Empty. Broken.

Our world has been destroyed.

So now we get to build something new.

Room by room. Block by block.

We get to make new rules.

We get to be new people.

I am no artist,

but I've lived too long to
un-know what I've known.

All I can do is show you the canvas.

Give you the materials. The resources.

And the power.

Look out at the city.

Don't see what is or was.

See what could be.

It's okay. It's okay.

We're all here.

I was lost.

I couldn't find you and-and
I didn't know what to do.

She showed up and started asking
about my drawing, so...

Your drawing?

One of the Croat guys attacked us,

but then...

someone killed him.

Who killed him? You?

No.

- It was Negan.
- Negan?

- What was he doing there?
- I don't know.

Was he with the Burazi?
I mean, weren't they...

No. I-I-I-I mean... I don't know.

Did he say anything?
Did you talk to him?

- There wasn't time.
- Did you see where he went afterwards?

- I said... I said I don't know.
- You must've seen where he went, Hershel.

- How could you not look to see...
- Because I didn't, okay?

I didn't see anything because
I don't give a shit about Negan!

- Hershel, okay...
- 'Cause apparently you're

the only one who gets
to give a shit about him

and everything he did,
so that I can't even...

I don't know if there's
anything that'll help,

but take it.

Please.

When the dead rose up,

she was just a fourth grader
on a class field trip.

I happened to run into
them at Federal Hall.

All of them.

We've been together a long time.

We've managed it on our own,
doing it our own way.

So once we are ready to...

It's time.

What do you mean?

They're distracted. They'll be...

Because the girl is dying.

So...

Stand down, Major.

Any luck?

Didn't find anybody.

There was, um...

There was an accident.

We, uh...

We got stuck in a bit
of a thorny situation.

You're saying Waylen...

You were right.

It's a wasteland in there. A death trap.

I mean, if someone like Waylen
went down that fast,

those soldiers are long dead.

Accidents happen.

Do you remember when
we were at the Bricks,

and I asked you if the city
has some kind of pull on you?

You said no.

Were you telling me the truth?

It's okay.

I just wanna understand.

I know everyone just sees this...

terrifying city.

I-I guess I just don't see it like that.

To me, it's this place that's
been through so much...

y'know, broken and...

and then ignored and abandoned,

an island no one came to save.

But it's over now.

And now that it's over,
it can be something new.

It can be free from all that pain.

It can reinvent itself.

We can make it whatever
we want it to be.

That's wonderful.

But not everyone is going to think so.

This new world, we're going
to have to protect it.

We're going to have to make
some hard sacrifices.

And when you go home...

there may be some things that
you're going to have to do.

Looks like you need a fresh pencil.

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So, what? Supposed to ring
the damn doorbell?

We've only won a battle.
We need our army.

Negan's gotta know something
about the methane.

We got to find him.

I've got an idea.

I dare any mainlander
to set foot in this island.

Maggie. You came back.

It should put us on the
West Side near 70th Street.

We should be safe here, for now.

One of the main places
that we are in the show

this season is in Central Park.

We've had patches where we've
actually planted elephant grass,

and we're cutting it down
and working our way through.

And then we were filming
in one area yesterday

where it was like all
these, like, stones,

and even some of the folks
that were there were saying,

like, "This actually feels
like Central Park", you know?

So it's cool to see the movie magic

and how it all comes together.

Been making a lot of noise,
getting a lot of attention.

We don't like attention.

We're doing this
really interesting scene

where we've got this
tribe, the Foragers,

that live inside of Central Park.

Nobody knows they're there,

and the Walkers are all living in it,

and that's their protection.

So our heroes get to see this sequence

where they've lost one of the Foragers,

and they have this ritual.

And action.

Angle on Maggie, still in an emotional
place after Hershel's explosion.

After a beat of silence,

the Foragers start quietly lamenting.

At first, the sound is low.

It builds into the collective
profound, emotional moan.

I feel like so often here,
at least in America,

it's like we're taught to hold it in.

And I was just really moved by the idea

that, in a different culture,

that there's a different way
to express grief,

which is, you know, moaning and
screaming, just letting it out.

And so here, we've got these
characters starting to learn

that there's another way,

that if you can allow yourself to grieve

and not hold it in
and not try to ignore it

and not try to just move past it,

that, like, maybe
that's the path forward.

I didn't see anything because I
don't give a [BLEEP] about Negan.

- Hershel, okay.
- Because, apparently,

you're the only one who gets
to give a [BLEEP] about him

and everything he did,
so that I can't even...

I remember we were
seeing all the auditions,

and, like, I kept asking
for more and more.

And then, finally, just
Logan's audition came through,

and I already knew.

What is this? Is it for me?

He felt real, and he just got it.

I did the audition.

I was like, "This is such a cool script.

I wonder what this is for?"

And they're like, "Oh,
it's 'The Walking Dead'."

And I was like, "What?"

It is so exciting to have
this really meaty material

and this dynamic between
a mother and a son,

and for a young person
who can really deliver on it

in a way that was so mature,
it's rewarding.

It's okay. You'll get it.

When Logan was auditioning,
we wrote, like, a fake scene

that was him throwing knives,

and he thought it was
going to be in the show.

And when he found out it wasn't
going to be in the show,

he was kind of bummed
because he was like,

"Oh, I thought I was
gonna be throwing...

I thought I was gonna be
throwing knives in the show".

And I felt kind of bad.

So in season two, I'm like,

"I'm gonna let him throw some knives".

When I was home, I ordered some knives,

and I just started throwing
them in my backyard.

And when I came out here,

we had the stunt guys,
and they were like,

"Well, let's just see,
you know, what you got".

So I kind of just threw it
at a wood wall

and hit the target.

I mean, he could throw knives.

It was impressive.

What I don't get is why

the Dama treats you like
her red-headed stepchild.

You don't know her like I do.

Sort of the old Negan starts to come out

and bubble up to the surface,
whether he likes it or not.

You know, part of that
is the performative Negan,

and part of that is the
kind of crafty Negan

who's also a kind of manipulator.

I think that Negan is incredibly smart,

which is why I like playing him so much.

He knows where he is, he
knows the position he's in,

so he really has to be a step
or two ahead of everyone.

A lot of what he's doing here
is trying to get the Croat

out from under the Dama's thumb

and try to break him away from the Dama,

because who is the Dama
without the Croat?

Happy hunting!