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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?