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Wait! Wait up!

Sometimes I wonder
if it takes more courage

- to live or die.
- Stop!

We've all done things
to still be here...

I have
a very important mission.

I lied.
I'm not a scientist.

People have died
trying to get you here.

...things we'd like
to forget.

We became whoever
we needed to be.

I'm utterly, completely,
stone-cold Negan.

But who we are now,
the choices we make now,

maybe that's all that matters.

Eugene.

Eugene!

Max.

- Get off me!
- Max? Max?

Max? Max.

Max.

Sorry.
I-I thought you was--You!

You're the one you killed him!
Sebastian!

No, no, no,
no, no, no, no!

We gotta
- get you out of here.
- No! I lost Max!

- I'm not gonna leave her!
- We gotta go!
Come on!

Go!

We should...

No.

No one touches him.

Not until I say so.

I wasn't blind
to who he was.

In spite of what people thought,
I was trying to help.

Maybe I was
just too late.

We had our issues, but...

Family's
a complicated thing.

But you know that.

Your sister was loyal to me
for over a decade.

I want to think
she just lost her way.

That, perhaps,
she can be helped...

...before it's too late.

I need an example.

Someone to remind these people
that actions have consequences.

If you find
and arrest Eugene Porter,

he could stand
as the example to all.

And we could help
your sister.

A citywide sweep
and capture is now in effect.

Let's go.

The targets are new immigrants
from the Virginia communities

of Riverbend, Hilltop,
and Alexandria.

Any known associates
of Eugene Porter

are to be brought in
for questioning

regarding the Founders Day riot

and the death
of Sebastian Milton.

What do you think?
It'll happen?

I won't promise.

Whoa.
Dude, come on.

Whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.

What do you think?

Hunker down and make camp,
wait it out?

No.
No, we'll find a way around.

Off-roading with the wagon,
that seems kind of risky.

Besides, it's a nice day.
We're making good time.

Happy to treat you all
to my famous

fettuccine con cannellini beans
à la Jerry.

Just sayin'.

We should keep moving.

What's the rush?

We need to get these supplies
to Oceanside,

make sure they're okay,
then get off to Alexandria.

We just...
don't have time to spare.

Cool. Yeah.

Alright.

Rosita Espinosa.

929 Miller Street,
Sector G4.

Currently unemployed.

Unmarried with one daughter,
Socorro Espinosa.

Do you verify
the information to be true?

You seriously doing this?

Do you verify
the information?

So you don't know me,
I don't know you?

We're just--
we're strangers, huh?

Do you verify that
this information is true?

Sure.

Where were you
during the riot?

Far east end
of the square.

Who were you with?
Myself.

You were with Eugene.

Several witnesses
saw you together.

We were. About a half-hour
before it happened.

- What'd you talk about?
- Your sister.

Be more specific.

Eugene said
she wasn't coming with us,

that she wanted
to stay here,

change this place
for the better.

Have you
seen him since?
No.

You sure?

Totally.

That's fine.

Because at the end
of the day,

it's obvious where Eugene
is going to be.

Yeah?
Where's that?
With you.

You're like family.

Well, I'll call you
if I see him.

Look, Rosita,
I respect you,

even if in this moment
you don't respect me.

But I need you to do
something for me--

Tell Eugene
to turn himself in.

He comes to me, shows remorse
and wants to cooperate,

it'll go a long way toward
helping everyone involved.

But if he
or you and your people

make this harder
than it has to be,

no one goes anywhere,

and things only get worse
for all of you.

It's me.

How'd it go?

A lot of repeat questions
and intense staring.

You?
Same.

You talk
to the others?
Yeah.

We're gonna leave at dawn
if we can get out.

Alright.
Mercer's gonna be watching.

I'm counting on it.

Hey.
How you holding up?

Reckon better
than I deserve.

I don't suppose you have
any news on Max's whereabouts?

I don't.
I'm sorry.

It may seem trivial in light
of all the melee and mayhem,

but I'm the one
who should be truly sorry.

It's my actions
that put you both

in extremely
compromised situations.

No, don't be.
That prick had it coming.

Alright, what we need to do now
is figure out

how to get you
out of here.

I know a way.
The east gate.

I know
when the shifts change.

Might be a window
we can slip out.

Alright, good.
We can meet up with the others
on the road to Alexandria.

Eugene, what's up?

At the risk
of sounding ungrateful

for all your efforts
on my behalf,

I cannot leave
without my beloved.

I need to go find her.

You got every trooper
in the city looking for you.

You wouldn't make it
a block.

Well, be that as it may,
I cannot--

I-I will not
leave without her.

At the very least,
ascertain her safety.

Okay.

You stay here.
I will go look for Max.

If I can find her, maybe we can
get both of you out.

Is that a deal?

Deal.

Okay.

Be safe. Yeah.

[On P.A.] Attention,
my fellow citizens.

The perpetrators
of these horrific events

cannot be allowed
to go unpunished.

Anyone providing information
on the whereabouts

of these individuals
will receive a generous reward,

while any persons found aiding
and abetting these fugitives

will share their fate--

that of swift
and final justice.

Maybe we leave
the wagon behind?

No. We can do this.
Come on.

One, two...

Whoa, whoa!
Whoa, whoa. Whoa.

Are you okay?

Can you walk?
Are you okay?

Can you walk?

Yeah. Yeah.

- You alright?
- Yeah, yeah.

Shit.

It's my knee.

Wait.

There might be a place
over there.

Looks like it has walls.
We gotta go on foot.

Here.

I'm gonna get
more kindling.

Okay.

Check it out, bro!

It's big,
it's got walls,

there's water nearby.

Tons of land
for farming.

Kingdom 2.0, yo.

Uh, hello?

Sir Aaron?

Ah!

What?

Nothing.

It's gonna be dark soon.

I'll take first watch
so you can get some rest.

I'll stay up with you.

Yeah?
Mm-hmm.

Alright.
Alright.

You always complained that
I chose this place over you.

There never really was
a choice.

I don't know
if I was ever capable

of giving you
what you needed...

...of controlling you.

And now...

...after all this struggle...

...after all our sacrifice...

...what are we left with?

At least we don't have to
disappoint each other anymore.

Take care of that.

You shouldn't
still be here.

But I am, 'cause I was ripped
out of my apartment by your guys

and questioned in that
stuffy room for three hours.

Smells like armpits
- and ass in there.
- Yeah, sorry.

I can't be seen treating you
any differently.

Oh.

So it's nothing personal?

We got orders.

Milton's son is dead,
and she wants Eugene for it.

But he's not--Hey, I don't have time
to argue.

They're gonna kill him, right?

If they catch him,
he's dead.

How can you be good
with that?

I was by myself for years,
losing my mind,

scaring off anyone
that came my way.

But Eugene
believed in me.

He accepted me
for me.

No judgments.

He saved me.

Bad people
don't do that.

Good people do.

He didn't know any of this
was gonna happen.

But it did.

You can't change that.

And I gotta look out
for my family now.

But not Eugene.

- He'll get a trial.
- A fair one?

What is the point
of this place

if a good man
is put to death?

Sir, we've got a sighting.

Maxxine Mercer.
Sector G2.

Let's head out.

I gotta go.

Yeah.

Me too.

Sure you don't want to get
some rest?

You can do the later shift
with Elijah.

No.
No, I'm fine.

Everything good
with you two?

Something happen?

There was just...

There was a moment.

It brought back memories
of Henry.

I, uh...

I-I don't think
I can again.

You know?

You know, I, uh...

...used to be married once.

Really?

Well, not legally,
but yeah.

I guess I don't really talk
about it much anymore.

Yeah, Eric and I--
we met in D.C.,

and there was just this
instant connection,

you know,
and he asked me out that night.

And I said no,

and I kept saying no
for the next six months.

Why?

I'm not sure.

I guess I thought I was too busy
or that I wasn't ready.

Maybe I was just afraid.

But eventually
I said yes,

and our time together,
those years in Alexandria...

...it was the happiest moments
of my life.

You know,
after he died,

I thought,

you know,
I'd give anything

to take back
just one of those nos

so that we could have
one more day together.

Lydia,
loss is inevitable.

It always has been.

The only thing we can control
is when we say yes.

You, stop!

Turn around!

Over your head.

Subject has been apprehended.

Trooper #2: Copy that.

"I, Maxxine Mercer,
am responsible"...

These aren't my words.

They need to be.

"I have suffered from bouts
of depression for years

and recently stopped
taking my medication.

In my confusion
and paranoia,

I manipulated recordings
to slander the Milton family

and cause unrest.

My actions were uncharacteristic
and immoral.

I hope this community
can find it in their hearts"--Max! Just stop.

Sign it.
And what?

Say Eugene
was behind it all?

Take the pardon, Max.

I did this

because I couldn't stand being
a part of something so rotten.

Did you know that Eugene stopped
Sebastian from killing me?

You want me to just
hang him out to dry?

They're gonna execute you
from treason.

I'm trying to save you.

And I'm trying to save
this place.

"Speak truth,
no matter the cost."

Just like
Dad used to say.

Even as a general, he never
forgot his responsibility

as a citizen.

I think he would've
liked Eugene.

I think he would have been proud
of what we tried to do here.

And I think he would have been
ashamed of you.

You trying to get
yourself caught?

I was merely peeping at
trooper activity levels

so as to allow my assistance
in Rosita's search for Max.

Tired of standing on
the proverbial sidelines.

You'd be wise
to step aside, hoss.

No need
for this to get ugly.

Very well.

Go ahead.

You're not trying
to stop me.

You ain't going.

Because I'm a coward.

No.

It's because
you're smart.

I'm a liability.
Always have been.

Relying on others
to survive,

counting on their courage
due to a dearth of my own.

Hell, the only way
I bucked natural selection

was my penchant
for prevarication.

Means lying.

I figured.

Yeah, well,

I'm ashamed to say
it's my only discernible skill.

Do you think people
are born brave,

or do they become it?

Both.

So they have Eugene?
Yeah.

Daryl and the others are working
to smuggle him out.

Okay. Okay.
That's good.

Then he'll be
out in the world,

he'll hide for a bit until
the Commonwealth gets bored.

We'll meet up with him--
you, me, Yumiko.

Like it was.

The four of us
on the road again.

Princess,
you know I'm not leaving.

Even after what
they wanna do to Eugene?

Crazy shit is happening, man.

All the more reason
to stay.

He and Max started something,
showed the truth.

People want change.

What better time
to fight for it

than when the powers that be
are frightened, huh?

Well, maybe I don't
feel like fighting.

Maybe this place
looks all nice

and wants us to think
they're cool,

but really, underneath,
it sucks.

Maybe they're not worth
holding on to.

You think this Mercer's
a good man?

Yeah, but I've known
a lot of guys

who I thought
were good men

don't always turn out
to be that way.

He and I haven't
exactly seen eye-to-eye.

But I'll say this--

Most folks
are trying to make the best

of what's
in front of them.

Could be he's trying
to do the same.

Yeah, well,
maybe this time,

I deserve more than just
the best of a bad situation.

Yeah, you do.

And whatever you decide,
I'm here...

...if you need me.

Thank you for coming.

I hoped you would.

I have a lot to say.

What matters most
is that you're here,

which means you want to talk
about a way forward.

You killed my son.

Your people murdered
eight workers,

turning them to rotters,
and released them on the public.

Okay, yes. I needed you
to understand,

to-- to--
to get your attention,

but I never intended
for him t--

Look, I took a gamble,

and, yes,
it didn't go the way I thought.

Sebastian and I may have had
our differences,

but in the end,
I was always there for him.

When he needed people
for his little side projects,

I helped because
he was your son, Pamela.

This is because of them.

From Hilltop, Alexandria.

It all started with them.
The-- The dissent, the chaos.

Unless they're handled
by someone who knows

how to handle them,
they won't stop.

They will never stop
until they've taken everything!

Okay.

So, then, what do we do
with you?

Do we do it your way?

Take a risk?

Make a gamble?

If you win,

you get to live.

But if you lose...

Thank you.

Thank you, Pamela.

Thank you.

I promise I'll do better
from now on.

No more games,
no more secrets.

I am 100%
at the Milton family's disposal.

I know you are, Lance.

I-I don't--
I don't understand.

Well...

Like you said,

you're at
the family's disposal.

Thanks to you...

...this is all
that's left.

Body's still warm.

Feed my son, Lance.

Can we talk?

Uh... sure.

This is awkward.

I-I-I don't want you
to leave.

I kinda have to.

'Cause of me?
Yeah.

No.

Maybe.

Look, you're great.

Really. But...

But what?

I just...

I gotta get out of here.

Eugene's gonna die here.

I'm doing everything
in my power

to make sure
that doesn't happen.

But not everything.

Right?

It's all such a shit show.

I know.

This place ain't perfect.

Neither am I.

But you've been
out there.

You-- You've seen
what's waiting.

- It could be a lot worse.
- Don't...

- Don't say that.
- Well, am I wrong?

I need you
to understand.

Nothing's been easy
for me.

Even before all of this,

it wasn't easy.

Dad bailed
when I was nine.

Mom remarried
at nine-and-a-half.

And dad number two
brings an evil stepbrother.

And they both...

...start acting
like they're my dad, you know?

A lot of yelling,
a lot of shoving.

And my mom...

just, like,
lets it happen.

Just to keep him around.

So I raise hell.
I mean, all the time.

Now new dad and new bro

start tying me up,

throwing me in a closet
when I "acted out."

Leave me there for hours.

I'd piss myself sometimes.

So they'd take turns...

beating me.

And all I'd hear was,

"Juanita, there's a roof
over your head.

Juanita,
the bills are paid.

Juanita,
it could be worse."

Well, you know what?

Fuck that thinking.

It could better too.

It should be.

Right?

This place...

...is starting to look
a lot like my stepdad.

And if i just sit by
and watch,

that makes me my mom.

And I am not my mom.

So...

I gotta go. Mm.

Okay.

Because...
of what happened to me...

...when I see a man,

I see a monster.

I've been seeing them
like that

long before
they were dying

and coming back
as actual monsters.

But I know that's not you.

I just want you
to know that.

We triple-checked
everything,

locked everything up.

Probably just the wind.

That wasn't the wind.

Yeah.

Maybe we should do
another sweep.

Shit!

You good?
Yeah.

We gotta get to Eli
and Jerry now!

Wake up!
Trouble!

Go!
Go now!

Go!
Get inside!

There's gotta be
at least 50 of them!

How'd they get
in the walls?

What the hell?!

Since when do the dead
use frickin' doorknobs?!

Whisperers.

Shit.

You two, get on the roof.
Now!

- How's the leg?
- Good enough.

I'll hold the door.

Be careful.

Holy shit.
Hey, it's clear over here.

We could make
a jump for it.

Maybe.

Yeah.
No problem.

No, we can't risk it.

Alright, but if you two
can make the jump,

flank the walkers
on this side.

I'll go back down.

We can work together,
separate the Whisperers

from the rest of the group.

- Yeah?
- Alright.

Okay.

Alright.

Dude.

Dude?

Dude? Dude!

God... damn... Whisperers!

Oh!

How the hell
did a walker do that?

So, what do you think
it was?

Like an aberration
or something?

Well, there's roamers
and lurkers.

I mean,
we've all seen some

that come back to the places
that they remember.

I've heard stories about
walkers like this

that can climb walls
and open doors.

I was never sure
if they were just stories.

Maybe there's
other kinds too.

I hope not.

You sure
you're okay to travel?

Thanks to you.

Come on, man.
That was my fault.

Today's a new day.

I'm gonna grab
the rest of the stuff.

Hey.

So, what was that
you were saying yesterday?

Something about
a Kingdom 2.0?

You see it now, right?

Ezekiel could be
king again.

I don't know.

Feels more like this place
was built for... King Jerry.

And Queen Nabila?

King Jerry
and Queen Nabila.

I like the sound of that.

Me too.

Max?

She's not coming.

You found her?

I did,
but it was too late.

She's already in police custody.
I'm sorry, Eugene.

Shift's about to happen.

We should get going.

Then it's time
I bid you adieu.

I'll check
on the others.

Meet you back
at your place.

My path
leads elsewhere.

There's no other path, Eugene.

There is.

I understand.

You're upset.
I get it.

But there's nothing you can do
for Max now.

Maybe not.

But what kind of man would I be
if I didn't try?

One that's alive. If you stay
here, they will kill you!

I know
it's not logical,

but matters of the heart
rarely are.

I also know
if I leave now,

there won't be any kind of life
worth living.

Being with Maxxine
has made me better,

better than I ever
thought I could be.

And as such, I just don't see
a path without her.

I go where she is,
or I just end up who I was.

Eugene.

When I was
at my lowest...

...feeling like the posterior
of some cosmic joke,

you told me that my person
was out there

and that I'd find her.

And though
I didn't believe,

I trusted you
because I always do.

You were right.

Well, now I need you
to trust me.

Hey,
it's gonna be okay.

It's not.

You have to let me go.

Id like for you to give
something to Coco for me.

I do believe that one day

she'll have the style
to pull this off.

Maybe like after age 15.

On the ground!
Now!

My name is Eugene Porter,
and I'm here to confess.

I surreptitiously made a
recording of Sebastian Milton

and played it at
the Founders Day celebration.

Furthermore,
I confess to causing

the unintentional death
of Mr. Milton

in the melee
that followed.

Anything else?

Yes.

I acted alone.

Maxxine Mercer
may have been present,

but had nothing to do
with any of it.

Take him.

Is everyone ready?