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- Paris, that's a straight shot.\N- Angers will be safer.

He can connect us to our people\Nin the North.

Whole city's gone mental.

I can't leave my sister behind.

Don't I fucking always take care of you?

Laurent is special.

His mother died in childbirth.

Three years to get this ship seaworthy.

The whole endeavor scuttled.\NBecause of what?

One American?

This is the town of Angers.

We can radio from here\Nand 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\Nin this theater for years.

Y'a quelqu'un ?

Amis ?

Bienvenue.

Vous êtes vivants.

- Vous respirez ?\N- Hold up.

Ask him about the radio.

Anglais.

I speak.

Sky blue, grass green.

Where is Brian?

He is in the kitchen?

Voilà.

La vérité est espoir.

Truth. Hope.

Radio. Come on.

Please, come.

Now we hear music?

On doit contacter le Nid.

Oui, oui ! Le Nid.

Of course.

The radio could call. To there.

Can you fire it up? Get it going?

- Going?\N- Yeah.

Oh, no.

Plus maintenant.

Do you like a show?

- Qu'est-ce qui s'est passe ?*\N- What the fuck?

I use some parts for...

Comment est-ce qu'on dit...

Amplification?

Do you like Ravel?

The hell is he talking about?

Come on, come on!

Yeah, come on!

Please, come on, come on,\Ncome on, come on!

You see? Music.

Culture! It lives!

Even now!

It still lives!

We shoulda stuck to the plan.

It was worth a try.

Eh, it was a stupid detour.

Paris is too dangerous.

It's too dangerous everywhere.

We did it your way.\NNow we're gonna do it mine.

We're going to Paris.

Hyah!

Will there be hungry ones in Paris?

Imagine so.

But you're good at fighting them.

Everybody's good at something.

Alright. Hold up. Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Welcome home.

Your mother's high school,\NLaurent, was in the Marais,

right after this bridge.

Regarde, Laurent.

What's written on this car?\NI've seen that before.

It's Pouvoir Des Vivants.

It's a movement that started\Nafter the outbreak.

Most of the city is\Nunder the control of Genet

and her guerriers.

Like the guys at the abbey?

In desperate times,\Npeople cling to order.

Yeah, or God.

Molière is buried here.

And Proust.

And de la Fontaine.

- Oh, yeah?\N- He wrote fables.

Like "La Mort et le Bûcheron".

It's about a weary woodsman\Nwho wants to die.

But when Death comes,\Nhe 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.

Hm.

Stop!

No.

My name is Fallou.

That is Émile.

Bastien. Nadine.

We've been waiting a long time\Nto meet you, young man.

I bet you got a radio here, right?

You hear that?

It's Paris crying.

Come.

Et voilà.

Home, sweet home.

We take turns for the daily tasks.

We welcomed our 64th member\Na few months ago.

A baby girl was born.

The dining room.

Here's the kitchen.

- Ça va ?\N- Bien.

Our garden.

Ah.

Two and one half million.

That's how many rivets\NGustave Eiffel used to build it.

Looks like it got the tip\Nknocked off of it.

A military helicopter crashed\Ninto 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?\N- Ah.

Et voilà.

Bonjour !

- Antoine.\N- Hello.

- Bonjour.\N- Our comms guy.

- Bonjour.\N- Bonjour.

We have been using this method\Nof communication.

It's very effective.

You call them, uh, homing pigeons.

Homing pigeons... they always\Nfind their way, um, uh...

Th-Their way home.

Pigeons? Really?

Oh, hey!

Zizou, mon meilleur pigeon.

Number one!

They train him at Nest,\Nand 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\Ncomes back with a message?

A few days.

Uh, a few days.\NUh, sometimes, uh, bad weather.

Un mois peut-être.

Could be a month.

A month?

Well, the Nest'll take you\Nthe 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,\Nhow you gonna help me?

There are people trading\Nall 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.

Namasté.

It's kind of a lot to put\Non 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.

My name's Daryl Dixon.

I come from a place\Ncalled the Commonwealth.

It's in America.

I went out looking for something.

All I found was trouble.

If I don't make it back...

Wait right here.

You got noisy neighbors.

Yeah.

The Garniers, they lived next door.

She was always trying\Nto set me up with her son.

You were on page 23.

His name was Quinn.\NI was young and very stupid.

You upgraded.

With God, I mean.

Is that your sister?

Yeah, it's Lily.

On her 16th birthday.

We had dinner at\Nthe Jules Verne restaurant.

Laurent's never seen her face.

- Is that why we're here?\N- No.

We're here so I can keep\Nmy part of the bargain.

Find something to trade,\Nget 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\Nat 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\Nwho'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?\N- 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.

We should get going.

You see, Daryl? It's my mother.

Well, she's pretty.

If there is a deal to be made,\Nthis is the place.

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"\Nstill burns in the Demimonde.

You got someone in here\Nthat can help me get home?

People find all sort of things here.

You helped us.

- Now we help you.\N- Alright.

I'll go find some friends\Nwho can maybe tell us something.

♪ C'est le temps de l'amour ♪

♪ Le temps des copains ♪

♪ Et de l'aventure ♪

♪ Quand le temps va et vient ♪

♪ On ne pense à rien ♪

♪ Malgré ses blessures ♪

♪ Car le temps de l'amour ♪

♪ C'est long et c'est court ♪

♪ Ça dure toujours ♪

♪ On s'en souvient ♪

♪ On se dit qu'à vingt ans ♪

♪ On est les rois du monde ♪

♪ Et qu'éternellement ♪

♪ Il y aura dans nos yeux ♪

♪ Tout le ciel bleu ♪

Les Nénuphars.

The "Water Lilies".

I used to go every week

to the Musée d'Orsay\Nwhen I was sad or lonely.

It was like a port in the storm.

♪ Malgré ses blessures ♪

Kind of reminds me of home.

♪ Ça vous met au cœur ♪

♪ Beaucoup de chaleur ♪

♪ Et de bonheur ♪

They saved it. That's something.

♪ Et le cœur bat plus vite ♪

♪ On s'en souvient ♪

♪ On s'en souvient ♪

You want to go to America?

Yeah, yeah, that's the plan.

- What'd he say?\N- He wants to know what we've got.

Whoa.

- Hey. Boat first.\N- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey, ça va.

Okay?

Okay?

Says he knows people who can help you.

Alright.

- Come on. Let's go.\N- Hey, hey, hey.

Come on. Let's go.

Is there a problem here?

- I'm sorry, Mr. Quinn.\N- 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\Nafter 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.\N- Yeah.

It's not impossible.\NYou know, I've heard things.

You sing very well.

Oh. Thank you.

Are those your parents?

No.

This is my mother.

Why, she's very pretty.

I like your necklace.

Someday, I will see\Nthe Eiffel Tower myself,

like my maman did on her birthday.

Here.

You can have this.

To remember her. Okay?

- Thanks.\N- Welcome.

I'll ask around, and I'll see\Nwhat 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...

He's Lily's boy.

Lily's boy?

You've got your mother's eyes.

Laurent ?

Excuse me.

You alright?

We've made a deal.

Done your part, and I'll do mine.

You sure?

Turns out you were right...\NI have connections in Paris.

You got lucky.

Veuve Meurisot et trois coupes.

Hello, boss.

Nice set, luv.

Can you send it up?

- Who are your friends?\N- Business.

Shall we talk in my office?

This here is where the generals\Nhid 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\Nduring Vichy.

So, you know, it swung both ways.

Pragmatism I can appreciate.

You used to love champagne.

I outgrew it.

Mmm.

So, how've 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,\Nbleeding in the bathtub? Hmm?

Picked you up,\Ncarried you to the hospital,

nursed you back to health?

- That was me, wasn't it...\N- I don't want to talk about this.

- I... I'm here...\N- 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 alright, Daryl. I can do this.

- No, fuck him.\N- 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,\Nnot just you.

I was wrong earlier.\NWe're not the same, you and I.

You can be pissed at me all you want.

I'm not the one you're\Nreally mad at, though.

Well, you wanted to come\Nto Paris, didn't you?

That's why we're here.

I'm trying to help you\Nkeep your promise.

That's all you care about, isn't it?

I asked for your help\N'cause I needed it.

I don't need a hero.

I never did.

Mes amis.

Quelle surprise.

Madame Genet and I have an arrangement.

- My place is off limits.\N- 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\NI had to come back to Paris...

to see him again. To find out the truth.

Alright, well, you're welcome.

Don't be like that.

You don't me here anymore.\NYou 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\Nwas horrible.

Everything.

The way she died, the way he was born.

What are you gonna tell him about Quinn?

Hmm? 'Cause you need\Nto 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\Nyou 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.

Where is the American?!

There!

Get Laurent. Meet me back at your place.

Laurent !

Laurent !

Laurent !

- Where's Laurent?\N- I don't know.

I've searched all night.

They were searching for the boy.

What'd they want with him?

Daryl!

We came in through the front door.

There's gotta be another way in.

Go in as one, come back as one.