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I might die.

I very likely will die.

I'm not asking to live.

You've given me redemption,

and it's that which makes me
no longer fear death.

What I fear...

is a fruitless death.

What I ask for...

after you have given me so much...

is purpose.

Wakey, wakey, eggs pancakey, Gregory.

No "thank you"?

No "Yay!"?

These cakes are made
from scratch by yours truly.

I used genuine Hilltop sorghum.

Milled it myself.

You... You... You did?

Uh-huh.

There is a lot of love
on this tray, Gregory,

because I wanted
to express love to you.

'Cause you did the right thing.

I told you if things started
to feel hinky at the Hilltop

to come see me.

A-And I did.

With zero hesitation.

Yes.

You went to the satellite outpost

as I instructed.

Which was incredibly impressive.

You told me that already.

- I did?
- Three times.

Listen, you came to see me.

And though I was already away,

dealing with that... rank betrayal,

which was unknown to you...

Oh, indeed, it was unknown.

It was, indeed, unknown.

And you waited for me.

'Cause I wanted to tell you about...

well, Hilltop and Alexandria, the Kingdom.

But you were finding out at that point

in Alexandria, right?

Gregory, you don't need

to explain yourself over and over again.

Hey.

Hear me when I say,

I'm telling you, you did the right thing.

Every step of the way.

Why did you bring me here?

I brought you here

because we now stand
on the precipice of greatness.

You said you could solve the problem.

Today's the day, Gregory.

You fill your belly up with my love...

and then you solve it.

Aye, aye.

Guys, get the doctor an omelet.

He has gotten with the program.

That is a nice kneel.

Negan's coming!

As you were.

Well, I, uh...

I'd just like to start by saying
thank you for having me here today.

This is something amazing.

And that satellite outpost?

Impressive.

You already said that
about the satellite outpost,

so why don't you go on, Gregory?

Negan, let me lay this down
straight for you.

I know how it is...

negotiating the slippery,

steep terrain of managing resources

and the population

and the big, scary you.

But you might know...

it's called the unknown.

Listen, I mean it when I say it...

Negan, I don't like killing people
any more than you do.

I like killing people.

Oh. Well, I...

I say it's about
killing the right people.

So, you kill the right people

at the right time...

everything falls into place.

Everybody's happy.

Well, some people more than others.

But you kill one,

and you could be saving hundreds more.

And that is what we are all about.

We save people.

That's...

that's why you're called
the... the Saviors. Oh.

Gonna grab a smoke.

Now?

You don't want to hear this?

Don't need to.

Tell me where to go and what to do,
I'll make it happen.

Where were we, Gregory?
Oh, that's right.

You were telling me
that you don't like to kill people,

and I was saying that I do...

under the right circumstances.

Well, this... this situation

that we... we find ourselves in,

this... this conflict...

I can stop it
before it even gets started.

- Given the right opportunity...
- You can't stop it before it starts,

because it's already started.

This isn't the kind of mess
you can just throw some sawdust on

and shovel off the floor.

We can.

And I'm the shovel.

I mean, here it is.

I go to my people, and I... I tell them

if... if you're joining with this...
this misled crusade,

you're no longer citizens of the Hilltop.

You're out on your asses.

You're still their guy?

They still listen to you, Gregory?

Can you exile people?

The Hilltop is my house.

I'm still the guy.

I've always been the guy.

Huh, if you're still the guy,

if, indeed, you have always

been the guy...

then why the hell
didn't you know about the Widow

leading an army of your people

straight up my ass in Alexandria?

You know what I think, Gregory?

I think you're playing both sides.

I think you are a thin-dicked politician

threading the needle
with your thin, thin dick.

Now, is listening to you
the right way to go,

or is it the right place
and time for something else?

No, no. Not trying to do that.

No, not...

I was... wasn't aware of things

until they were already in... in motion.

N-No hesitation.

Allegiance, right there, the whole thing.

I just... I-I didn't know until
I-I knew, you know?

Gregory.

I believe you.

Now make Negan believe you, huh?

Hmm?

The Hilltop is mine.

I let a fox into my hen house.

She and her people

took advantage of my generous nature.

I see that now, and I will fix it.

If we go in with the right stage picture,

a thick and veiny show of force

surrounding Gregory
when he lays down the law,

I think things go back to copacetic.

If they don't,
we take a flyer on the place

and kill everyone there.

Unfortunate play,

but the other communities
will get the message,

and we achieve equilibrium.

Plan A.

Plan B...

People are a resource.

Money on the table.

People are the foundation

of what we are building here!

Who the hell do you think
you're talking to?

Are you confused about who we are?

Are you confused about who is in charge?

Are we backsliding, Simon?

Please, tell me we're not backsliding.

We're not backsliding.

This is a pronounced event

and a fragile moment.

Hell, yes, it is.

We need to win it all.

Plan A

is taking the Rick, the Widow,
and King Assface alive

and making them dead

in a very, very public
and instructive way.

We kill the right people

in the wrongest way possible,

and we make them all watch!

Should we get our people out there?

Line 'em up, light 'em up?

No.

They got some sort of hillbilly armor.

We'd just be wasting metal on metal.

And the RPG
is stashed at the cache, so...

let's have ourselves a little chat.

Simon, bring your new little friend.

We may need him to say some words.

Gregory, you're on deck.

Gary, put three and three
in the windows.

Tell them to stay the hell down
till we need them.

Well, shit.

I'm sorry.

Jesus Christ.

I was in a meeting.

Well, that's handy.

This one still has a full clip.

There wasn't any point in firing it.
I didn't have enough.

Yeah, but you could've gone down
fighting, you big baby.

I'm just pulling your dick,
breakin' your balls a little bit.

You done good. Smart play.

Let's get you properly on your ass.

Your friend Rick is an asshole.

You're an asshole.

Yeah.

I am.

But he's gonna get people killed.

By you.

See, I killed the Widow's husband
and the ginger.

But I didn't get them killed.

That was your boy Rick.

Big difference.

You know, I saw you stop
for that Gregory idiot.

You were there.
You saw the whole thing.

You heard his little speech.

Why would you stop
for that bearded prick?

What I fear is a fruitless death.

Jesus Christ.
You got to be kiddin' me.

He split on your creepy little ass.

The point of your life would
be saving that dickhead?

That wouldn't be it.

There had to be some reason
I did what I did.

Maybe this is the reason.

What?

I think...

I'm here to take your confession.

Your people
back in the chemical plant...

did you win?

No one did.

The hell's that supposed to mean?

The hell's that supposed to mean?

Everyone's dead.

Bullshit.

There's no one else?
You're the only one?

Me.

The King.

The Axe Man.

And a short-haired psycho lady.

You did this.

My people...

your people...

they're all gone.

Damn.

And now...

me, too.

We can wait it out a little bit,

see if my people
can figure something out.

One thing that is sure as ass...

if my people think I'm dead...

a lot of folks are gonna die in there.

Why?

Listen to me.

I don't have shit to confess.

Except maybe the fact
that I rubbed one out

right where you're sitting
just to calm down a bit.

Let me ask you something.

Why'd you become a priest?

I love God,

and I love people.

I wanted to bring them together.

To help people through
their difficult times.

To help them through their weaknesses.

Well, look at that.

That's my thing.

I like to help people
through their weaknesses, too.

Been doing it one way or another
my whole life.

How do you help people?

You want to know why people
are gonna start dying in there?

Because I'm not there to stop it.

We have to assume Negan's dead.

I'm Negan.

And as I understand it,
everyone in this room is.

Now, I realize there's a lot
of stress in the air,

but just to clarify,

are you saying
you're someone else, Regina?

- No.
- Good.

We should send the fence crew out.

Grab a few others,

we get 40 workers,
standing back to back.

- No.
- We get them out with pipes,

they clear a path...

- just enough for a small team...
- Inadequate.

What?

The numbers you suggest aren't adequate.

Given the current SRO density
of the herd surrounding us,

40 workers armed with melee weapons
in the formation you propose

would be overcome, closed in on,
and macked upon within a few minutes.

Yeah. That's right.

We use the workers as a distraction

to get a small team past the herd.

They can warn the outposts

and then come back with the Fat Lady.

Add to the approach's
slim chances of success,

it's likely the play would lead
to widespread unrest,

pitting the workers against the soldiers
when we're running out of food and fuel,

upsetting our already
precarious apple cart.

Maybe all we need to do
is put you out there, Eugene.

Maybe it would motivate
the answer man

to come up with a solution.

Regina, he's right.

The workers have the numbers,

and we need to keep them on our side.

We need to keep them in line.

Even if we get a few of ours out

and somehow clear the crowd,

they have snipers
all around the building.

So right now,
let's deal with the other part.

Someone in here
made everything out there happen.

We're having our little
crisis-management meeting

about the rebellion in Alexandria,

us three outpost heads,

and that's when they pile
this crap on us?

That's when they cut us off?

Come on.

They knows all and sees all.

Sometimes it doesn't take a gun.

The right kind of rat...

can kill plenty of people

with just some talk.

But it's not gonna be us,

and it doesn't have to be the workers.

Dwight, you got to face reality here.

No, Simon, we keep what's ours,
and we don't give up a damn thing.

We get out.

And I don't want to hear backbiting

or pissing or moaning from you two.

You got a problem with that,
come at me.

Hmm?

You can't lead the Saviors
out of here, I will.

Yes, my boy.

Yes!

And...

we're gonna find that subhuman
coward that did this to us,

and we're gonna kill him

very slowly in front of everyone here

over the course
of a few very long days.

Good meeting, people.

Now let's make today
the best today it can be.

I'd like to express my sincere thanks

for your support at the recent confab.

I was doing my level best
to stay fully on the DL,

but sometimes the mouth-brain
neuronal connection experience

is a misfire, and foot met mouth
at an unavoidable velocity.

You were right in there.

If you didn't say it, I would've.

As a token of my appreciation,

I brought you some primo cukes
from my private stash.

I'd like you to accept these
as a sign of my faith

that we will, in fact,
find a way out of this pickle.

Pun intended.

Thanks for stopping by.

Hmm.

Hold up. It's...

It's still wet.

My apologies.

You DIY'd these?

That's right.

Mm.

I myself have painted
many a fantasy miniature

on both the 28-millimeter

and the 32-millimeter heroic scales.

I believe once our snafu is R.I.P.,

you and I should pass an evening
comparing notes,

one enthusiast to another.

Mm.

We aren't gonna do that, Eugene.

Fair enough.

I fully understand the reasoning

behind yours truly being
prime suspect

in pretty much any
Benedict Arnold type situation.

And in light of that,

I'm doubly grateful
to have you watching my six.

You were right back there.

I didn't say anything more than that.

You helped the weak before this?

Kids.

You don't show them the way,

well, they turn out like garbage.

Little assholes become great big ones,

so you show them the way.

Adults, they need it, too...

the government, laws, religion, guilt.

People are weak.

Everyone?

Everyone.

You're weak.

Killing the innocent.

Right and goddamn wrong.

I'm weak, but me "killing the innocent"?

That ain't why, Gabey.

We'll wait a little bit longer,

see if my people can pull it together.

We still got choices.

There are always choices.

Why are you weak?

It's not why I'm weak.

That's the wrong question.

It is how I am weak.

You see, the thing is,
I am also strong.

Everyone is a mix.

You can use your weaknesses
to drive your strength,

and obviously, I am strong as shit.

I took this place,

and it was a damn free-for-all...

a loose confederation of assholes,

an army made up of gangs of animals,

and I brought it all together.

The last guy that was in charge,

he wasn't in charge of shit.

He allowed people to be weak.

I don't. I make them strong,

which makes this world strong.

You're gonna see, Gabey.

See, I'm gonna make you
my new special project.

Gonna make you nice and strong, too.

We're gonna find your special purpose.

Hell yes, we are.

I'm strong.

I've killed.

I was at the Satellite Station.
I was a part of that.

Oh.

Then you killed my people
while they were sleeping.

Well, look at you,
swinging your dick.

Sure, Gabe.

That's strong.

But that's not what I'm talking about.

Tell me how you're weak.

We might be dead soon.

You may be dead.

Wouldn't you want to confess
before all that happens?

Wouldn't you want absolution before that?

Forgiveness?

Costs you nothing more
than saying the truth aloud.

You don't think
you have anything to confess?

People you've killed?

I haven't killed anyone
that didn't need it.

The workers you treat like slaves.

It's an economy.

Some people win, some people lose,

but no one's a slave,
no one's going hungry,

and you couldn't say that
before all this.

Carl told us about your wives.

The women you pressure
into marrying you?

Every one of those ladies made a choice.

Was there a first?

One before all of this?

A wife you promised
to have and to hold,

forsaking all others?

One you told that lie to?

Lucille, give me strength.

All right, Gabe!

No one's coming for us.

You took your shot... shots.

It's time to go.

Hey. Give me a hand with this.

Yep.

- Got it?
- Yeah.

We can use these now.

What?

Well, think about it.

There ain't no Kingdom no more.

Yeah.

We know what we got to do.

We blow open the Sanctuary,

let the walkers flood in.

They'll surrender.

It'll be done.

Hell, we could end this by sundown.

They have workers in there, right?

Families, too.

Are there?

We'll hit the south side
of the main building.

The workers live in the north side.

They'll be up the stairs
before the walkers even get in.

What if they don't?

There are people in there
who aren't fighters.

Doing this could change that.

Make them pick up guns
and stand by the Saviors.

And if the Saviors don't surrender,

maybe everyone fights us.

And we don't have
the Kingdom anymore.

We're not doing this.

No. You ain't doing this.

There's a plan,
and everyone's sticking to it.

Not everyone.

There's a lot of our people
that are dead, Rick.

Things change, man.

Negan and that other group,
this is on them.

If people die,
it's their fault, not ours.

Daryl, we can't do this.

And we got our own people to look after.

We're not doing this.

Hey. I'm not letting you do this.

This ain't your choice.

Hell.

Daryl!

Get up!

There's a plan.

We got to see it through.

We gotta win.

Yeah, we gotta.

Choke hold's illegal, asshole.

Mm-hmm. Yes, it is.

Looks like I'm walking.

Yep.

I'll meet you when I'm done
with the last play.

You sure about doing it?

Yeah, I am.

Was all that confession crap
just a move?

Something to distract me,
so you could take

your lame-ass-nowhere-near-
the-side-of-the barn shot at me?

I was doing what you said you do.

I was gonna save people by killing you.

Well, then, I'll tell you what.

If you want
to take your next few shots

right through this wall,
see how you do?

Go ahead.

I gotta tell you,
I don't like your odds,

and I promise you I will not turn
the other ass cheek on that one.

We have Lucille
to help us get to the Sanctuary.

We have that gun.

We should use it.

Most importantly, Gabriel,
we have each other.

People are a resource.

We make it inside,

we live.

We can take a chance, we can "gut up,"

play dead ones across the courtyard.

Or...

or I can just kill you,
but that is not what I want.

What I want is for you to work with me.

That is all I ever want.

I've killed before,
but that's not my greatest sin.

No.

I locked my congregation
out of my church

when this all just started.

I listened to them die...

as I cowered.

I failed them.

I failed God.

And every day,

I work to lessen that failure,

to be of service and purpose.

Now I offer you

the assurance of a pardon,

penance, and absolution.

I will go with you.

I will show you
that working together as equals

is the only true way to grace...

to a future.

I will do this...

if you confess.

Jesus, Gabe.

What you did,

that is some horrible,

cowardly, spineless shit.

But I guess that's what a confession's
supposed to be, right?

My first wife was a real wife.

My only real wife.

Till death did us part.

It was before this.

I lied to her,
I screwed around on her.

And she was sick.

And when she went...

when she went, it was during this.

I couldn't put her down.

That is how I was weak.

That is what I will confess.

Because, yeah,

maybe we do bite the big one here.

You're forgiven.

Thanks.

You can keep your gun.

Sucks, Gabe, but it looks like
we got to risk eating it...

by eating it.

I don't understand.

You ever done this trick
with the guts before?

Mm-hmm.

These are putrid, decaying organs,

dead blood, piss, and shit

that have been cooking all day
in the Virginian sun.

None of your people
ever gotten sick from this?

We're from Georgia.

Look at you lucky shits.

Let's make some noise.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Oh, damn.

Now, we were due for a delivery
today from my place.

Spotters haven't seen anything.

Yeah, the transport truck
would've turned around,

seeing the state of things,

but nothing's come up any of the roads.

Chem outpost doesn't miss deliveries.

Something happened.

That Rick guy happened.

Our outposts are getting hit while...

What is it?

They're coming up the stairs.

Walkers?

The workers.

They said we'd have to shoot them.

Workers are designated
to stay on the ground level.

Jesus Christ.

Specifically,
their activity is constrained

to the factory floor
and the outdoor gardens.

It's too hot down there.

And we sure as hell
ain't going outside.

When you gonna fix the power?

It doesn't need fixing.

We're conserving fuel.

Mm? It's a shared sacrifice.

Oh. You're sharing now.

Oh.

That sort of tone
is not gonna work for me...

Hey, everyone, everyone!

Look, we're gonna get through this, okay?

We just need some more time.

We need some more water!

There are young people, old people!

We're rationing that out, too.

We work, you protect us.
That was the deal.

- That's how it was supposed to work.
- Yeah.

We need water!

Do you have a plan for getting us out?!

You heard the man!

You all need to get back
to the factory floor.

Where's Negan?

Is he dead?

Answer the question.

Everyone has to return
to the factory floor now!

I'm not going anywhere.

I need to correct you on that point.

- Where's Negan?!
- Gun!

I am Negan!

Anyone else want a bullet?

Anyone?

Ah, Regina.

Now, why'd you have to go and do that?

I am guessing that a lot of you
fine folks thought

I was dead, chewed up,

never to be crapped out again.

Well, here's a little refresher

on who the hell I am.

I wear a leather jacket, I have Lucille,

and my nutsack is made of steel.

I am not dying
until I am damn good and ready.

Now, if you'll all excuse me,

I am in deep need of
a sandwich, a shower,

and some of that, uh, wilting lion orchid

deep-tissue shit that Frankie
learned in San Francisco.

Hell, I might do it all at once.

But after that, we have some
serious business to attend to.

Like talking to my right-hand man.

You see, we got to figure out

how all this could've happened
like it happened.

And then...

well, and then we're gonna get back

doing what we have always done.

We will save people.

Thank you, Negan.
Thank God for you.

And that is why I am here.

Gentlemen,
gently take him to number two.

Gently.

Good news is, I figured out
where that asshole's gun came from.

And the bad news?

They're ours.

Stolen from the armory.

A worker couldn't have gotten
this many guns

without us knowing about it.

They couldn't have got one.

No, one of our own did this...
is doing this, right now.

Tell me how we find him, Simon.

We... find when
the munitions went missing.

Through that, we get an idea of the how,

which hopefully leads us right to who.

But we start with when.

Yo.

Dr. Smartypants.

Big, big chance here.

You solve this thing

with the bad-smelling
convention outside,

I will make you very, very happy.

But even if you try your best

and I know you try your best

but you don't figure something out...

I assure you, I will kill you quickly

so you don't have to see
all the awful, horrific things

that are gonna go down here
when we run out of food and water.

What I'm saying...

is that I got your back either way.

You got mine?

Yeah.

Gabriel, it's Eugene Porter.

Dr. Eugene Porter here.

We were, uh... neighbors,
traveling companions.

We've eaten dog together, so...

I imagine that joins us
in some manner for life.

I'm here to formally welcome you
to the Sanctuary.

In our current state of siege,
the prickly heat alone

might be enough
to turn you off the place,

so I took it upon myself

to... bring you some welcome-wagon items

in hopes of providing some relief.

Gabriel?

You need to see
Dr. Carson 2.0 A.S.A.P.

I d... I do.

That's why I'm here. That's why...

It's the reason we're here, I think.

I think it's...

Carson... is Maggie's doctor.

W-We have to get him out of here.

We have to get him out of here.

We have to get him out of...