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Narrator: Previously on
AMC's The Walking Dead

Morgan: I was suppose
to kill my wife.

Morgan [sobbing]:
But I couldn't do it.

Morgan: And then she
was just on him.

(screaming)

Rick: Do you think he's crazy?

Michonne: No, I think
he's dangerous.

(growling)

Why?

Because all life is precious.

(crashing)

Spencer [exhausted]: Some
group got inside the walls.

Spencer [exhausted]:
They're killing people.

(grunting)

Morgan:
Carol!

You don't have to kill.

Carol:
Of course we do.

I'm not very good with guns.

Me neither.

You said you liked talking.

I remember that.

"Little chats with a stranger
by the fire."

You said it was like the movies.

Then you said that you want
everything that I have.

Every last bit.

Well, here it is.

Every last bit.

Morgan:
You don't clear.

You don't.

No.

No, no.

You don't.

You don't.

It doesn't matter
how many days...

or how much time.

We weren't supposed to be there.

You had the knife.

You had the gun!

You were supposed to.

You were supposed to.

You know you were supposed to.

Don't lie.

You know.

You know that
you were supposed to!

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(insects, birds chirping)

(walker snarling)

(grunting)

(walker snarling)

(grunts)

(snarling)

(snarling)

(snarling)

I'm s-- I'm sorry.
(choking)

I'm sorry.
I'm sorry.

No! I'm sorry.

(gasping)

You don't.
You don't.

You don't!
You know you don't!

(gurgling)

(gurgling stops)

(snarling)

(murmuring)
You're still the same.

You're-- you're
still doing it.

You know what it is.

You know what it is.

(grunting)

(distant goat bleating)

(bleating continues)

(bleating continues)

Man: Can you step
away from the goat?

She's not yours.
I still need her.

I'm still figuring out
how to make cheese.

Why don't you put the gun
down and we'll talk?

Have some falafel?

Looks like you haven't
eaten for a while.

Really, put down the rifle,
let's talk.

I'm sure we can work this out.

Okay, last chance.

Lower your gun,
step away from the cabin.

(door rattles)

(grunts)

Sorry.

(sawing)

(door opens)

What's your name?

Kill me.

Well, that's a stupid name.

It's dangerous.

You should change it.

Kill me.

Kill me!

(hammering)

Kill me!

Kill me!
Kill me!

(sighs)

Kill me.

My name's Eastman.

(distant cans rattling)

(goat bleating)

- (door opens)
- Eastman: It's okay, Tabitha.

- Eastman: Aw, shit.
- (walker snarling)

(hammering)

It's yours.

Take it.

It's yours or his.

So you take it.

16 hours in 19 on the floor.

You know what it is.

(bleats)

You shot at me.
I fed you.

Please don't hurt her.

Good night.

- (goat bleats)
- Shh. Shh.

(door closes)

(lock clicks)

(snarls)

(squelches)

16 hours in 19 on the floor.

Oh!

Oh, that is--

oh, that's terrible!

That-- oh, God,
that is--

that is terrible.

(gags)

I just wanted to wait a little
while before we talked.

I'm from Atlanta.

I'm a forensic psychiatrist.

The state employed me
to determine

if certain people who did very
bad things would do them again

if they were released
from prison.

That was my job.
Now I live here.

Because of the state
of the state

and the whole world.

What did you do
or what do you do now?

I clear.

What the hell does that mean?

Walkers, people,

anything that gets
anywhere near me,

I kill 'em.

I clear.

Why?

Because that's why
I'm still here.

Well...

that's the biggest load
of horseshit I ever heard.

Here's your lunch.

(tab snaps)

(goat bleats)

It's PTSD.

You've been through
trauma, right?

You see that blood
on the end of my stick?

At the sharp end?

That was two men.

Father and son, maybe.

I stabbed one
through the throat.

He just fell to the ground
with it stuck in him

trying to breathe
through the blood.

Other one I strangled.
No rope, just my hands.

That was the day
before I came here.

Maybe--

maybe the same day.

I-- I don't know.

But that's what I did.

That's what I do.

You killed a lot of people?

Yes.

They were threatening
you, attacking you?

Not all of them.

You save anyone?

You saved people.

Pointless acts.

Everybody turns.

I saw a wedding ring.

You had someone
you loved, didn't you?

Children?

Oh.

You loved them.

You loved them a lot
if you're like this.

You saw it happen.

That's how this started, right?

It's all happening right in front
of your eyes over and over.

Your body's here,

but your mind is still there.

There's a door and you
want to go through it

to get away from it, so you do

and it leads you
right back to that moment.

And you see that door again

and you know it won't work,

but, hell, maybe it'll work.

So you step through that door

and you're right back in that
horrible moment every time.

You still feel it every time.

So you just want to stop
opening that door.

So you just sit in it.

But I assure you,

one of those doors
leads out, my friend.

I don't have any friends.

Get to know me.

Oh, I'm gonna kill you.

- Why?
- Because I have to clear.

See, that's the thing.
You don't.

(scoffs)
We're not built to kill.

We don't have claws
or fangs or armor.

Vets that came back with PTSD,

that didn't happen because we're
comfortable with killing.

We're not.
We can't be.

We feel.
We're connected.

You know, I've interviewed
over 825 people

who've done terrible things.

I've only met one evil person.

Some of them were born
with bad brains.

Some of them got sick
along the way.

The rest were
just damaged people.

Traumatized themselves like
you, but they could heal.

Some more, some less,
but they can.

We all can.

I know it.

It's all a circle and
everything gets a return.

The door is open.

That door right there.
The cell door, it's open.

I threw the key
in the river a while back.

I'm not gonna hold you anymore.

I can't stop you.
Go, clear.

Or stay, crash on the couch,

and we'll try
to find you another way.

The door's open.

It's been open all along.

You stay or you go.

Those are the choices.

I will not allow you to kill me.

I will not allow that.

Eastman:
Don't!

Stop.

(growling)

(groans)

- Stop.
- (Morgan growling)

I gave you two choices.

Oh, shit.

(groans)

(grunting)

(choking)

(gasping)

Kill me.

I gave you two choices.

The door or the couch.

(hammering)

That was aikido.

That's how I kicked
your ass earlier.

Well, that's how
I redirected your ass.

The people in prison
I evaluated for the state,

the stories I heard,

the things these people did.

One night, my
five-year-old daughter

found me crying in the garage
after about eight beers.

Told her I wasn't
feeling too good.

She gave me this.

She had won it at a carnival
at school that day.

She said it'd make me lucky
and I'd feel better.

The next morning I found
a flyer for aikido.

Damn thing worked.

Your wife and your daughter...

they're dead.

It was aikido.

It'll help.

And you obviously need help

if we're gonna make this trip.

Can't just be
me and you to the end.

You're a shit conversationalist.

And I can't make
this trip by myself.

A trip where?

I have no idea.

Good night.

(door closes)

(lock clicks)

(birds chirping)

Grassy notes are a
little too Astroturf,

but there's potential here.

There is always potential.

Where there's life,
there's potential.

I've been a vegetarian
for a while now.

I was afraid that damn goat
was gonna make me a vegan.

I don't kill, but I'm not giving
up on chocolate any time soon.

You might notice I'm not giving
up on the Goo Goo Clusters.

They're gonna
remain on the menu.

You should try one.
They're good.

Come on, you're alive.
Live a little.

We should go out.

We got a lot here,

but we should scavenge
some things up for the trip.

You coming?

Will you watch Tabitha
while I'm gone?

Can you do that for me?

(sighs)

(door opens)

- (goat bleats)
- (door closes)

(distant cans rattling)

(walkers snarling)

(goat bleating)

- (goat screaming)
- (walkers snarling)

- (walkers snarling)
- (goat screaming)

(breathing echoes)

(goat bleating)

(roaring)

(grunts)

(wings flutter)

(birds cawing, chirping)

Well, you maimed a tomato plant,

but it looks to me like you
saved a goat today, my friend.

Hey.

Thank you.

Progress.

Just a second.

(sighs) A and B.

A-- you broke
the garden fence,

laid waste to a perfectly
good tomato plant.

You got to fix it.

B-- follow me.

Fixed your spear.

Eastman:
It's about redirecting.

Morgan:
Evading.

(grunting)

Eastman: And actually caring about
the welfare of your opponent.

Morgan: So you have to
care about yourself.

Eastman: You have to believe
your life is precious,

that all life is precious.

Morgan: You have to
redirect those thoughts,

the history
that tells you otherwise.

Eastman: What we've
done, we've done.

Morgan: We evade it
by moving forward

with a code
to never to do it again.

Eastman:
To make up for it.

Morgan: To still
accept what we were.

Hey.

Eastman:
To accept everyone.

Morgan:
To protect everyone.

Eastman: And in doing
that, protect yourself.

Morgan:
To create peace.

Why do you have a cell
in your cabin?

Built this place with my wife

a while before
our daughter was born.

It didn't have a cell back then.

That was just the other side
of the living room.

In my job I interviewed
over 800 men and 25 women

convicted of awful things.

Stuff from the darkest part
of the human soul.

I was evaluating a man

by the name
of Crighton Dallas Wilton.

(chuckles)

Name like that, sounded like
he should own an oil company

and wear a big hat--
Crighton Dallas Wilton.

Despite doing some truly unspeakable
acts, he was up for parole.

And he was one of the most damn
likable people I had ever met.

He said all the right
things, he went to therapy.

He wrote letters to the prison
board to start a program

to grow flowers
for the waiting rooms

in state hospitals, rest homes.

And I saw right through him.

Saw that he was
a true psychopath,

that he knew how to play people,
exactly how to play people.

I was interviewing him
next to the cafeteria.

The place smelled
of industrial pizza.

They were polishing the floor.

I had to shout my
questions half the time.

And there was this moment.

Can't even remember
the exchange.

But right then I knew

that Crighton knew that I
knew exactly what he was.

Everything he had said,
done to hide away

what he was from
everyone, from himself,

just slipped away, and...

and that model prisoner
of 10 years stood up,

smiled,

and just cracked me
across the face.

His fist felt like a rock.

Then he was on top of me and
the floor polisher next door

was thudding out every sound.

And I--

and I saw his face,

his-- his eyes,

his evil.

Mask had slipped.

And he was gonna kill me
right then and there

because he knew I would make sure
he would never get out again.

Arm bar counter

for being choked
from a pinned position.

Aikido.

I wasn't taking it
for self-defense,

but it saved my life.

And I got to make sure
he never got out again.

Well, got to try.

He got out.

Talked to the right people
who got him the right things

and he broke out,
but it wasn't to escape.

Crighton Dallas Wilton
went to my home

and killed my wife,
my daughter, and my son.

He walked down the street
to the police station

around the corner
covered in their blood.

He surrendered.

Said the only reason
he broke out

was to destroy my life.

A year passed...

and he was still working
those plots.

They just let him
work those plots

by the roads out by 85,

grow chrysanthemums,
forget-me-nots.

I built that cell
with the full intention

of bringing
Crighton Dallas Wilton here,

putting him behind those bars and
watching him starve to death.

And did you?

I have come to believe

that all life is precious.

Even for a man like that?

Who did that to you?

To your family?

I have come to believe

that all life is precious.

That's why we're having
oatmeal burgers.

You're good at it.

Redirecting.

We need more gear.

Tarp, crowbar.

I'm thinking we could try for
the islands off the coast.

I think people
could have gone there.

Hell, at the very least,
we could see the beach.

What is it?

I know where we can
find all that.

Who did you lose?

My wife and son.

Who you lost.

Their names.

Jenny and Duane.

I'm sorry.

Don't ever be sorry.

Forms, right now.

Not here.

Right now.

(grunts)

(breathing heavily)

(grunts)

You're gonna hold a baby again.

(grunts)

(walker snarling)

(snarling)

It's all yours.

Damn it, move!

Ow!

I said not here.

That wasn't for you to do.

How could you do that?
That wasn't for you to do!

You can't just--

you can't just step in!

Tell me how it is.

Tell me how it is!
Tell me!

Let's go home.

I'm not going anywhere.

You're coming back.

You are done with this.

You made it out.

You made it out.

Ow!

(roaring)

(grunting)

Kill me.

Kill me!

(grunts)

I said not here.

Well, that's the thing, Morgan.

Here's not here.

(panting)

(walker snarling)

(squelches)

(growls)

(whimpers) No.

Thank you.

(walker snarling)

(panting)

Oh, she got out.

(sighs) She figured out
the door was open, too.

I didn't figure it out.

You had to tell me.

Glad you're back.

Here.

Come on, you sit down
before you fall down.

Eastman:
Well, like I said, they...

let him work
the plots beside 85.

Even after what he did.

They let him because
he was so damn charming.

I found out
the schedule, waited,

made sure the right
people were working.

I got him in my car quick

and brought him back here.

If they'd have caught me,
it'd have been fine.

It'd have been better.

But I got him here and they
didn't know where to look.

(exhales)

You gotta sit down.

All right.
(winces)

I'm okay.

(exhales)

I put him in that cell...

and I let him starve to death.

It took 47 days.

And then I was gone.

I was where you were.

And I wasn't trying to open
up the door anymore either.

What I did to him,

it didn't give me any peace.

I found my peace

when I decided
to never kill again.

To never kill anything again.

When I decided to settle things,

I went back to Atlanta
to turn myself in.

That's how I found out
the world ended.

But the world hasn't ended.

Progress.

My daughter drew this on the
hallway wall of our house.

She thought I'd get mad.

I just put a frame around it.

After I went back, when I found
out I couldn't turn myself in

because there was no one
to turn myself in to,

I went back home
to cut this from the wall.

I lost the car on the way back.

I walked through
30 miles of the dead

for a piece of drywall.

(laughs)

Scariest thing I ever did.

Best thing I ever did.

(sighs)

You can stay here.

You have enough food,
power, security.

For the rest of your life,
you could stay here.

But you shouldn't stay here.

Can't expect such a splendid
guest as yourself to show up.

You stay here, you'll be alone.

You were alone.

Everything is about people.

Everything in this life
that's worth a damn.

It couldn't be just me.
It shouldn't be just you.

Hell, Tabitha's gone now.

(sighs) I'm ready.

I have a gun in
the lockbox out there.

Here.

(labored breathing)

Oh, wait, wait,
wait, wait, wait.

Hope it's lucky for you, too,

whatever you decide.

I've decided.

And that's it.

Every last bit.

You think it can work out
that way with me?

Yes.

I think it can.

(chuckles)

Maybe.

You noticed
I'm shaking a little?

Sweating a little?

Oh, man.

(sighs)

I saw how settled this place was

in the pictures I found.

I thought maybe there'd
be something here.

Medicine to help this.

But that was before
you people won.

So I know I'm probably
going to die.

But if I don't...

I am going to have
to kill you, Morgan.

I'm going to have to kill
every person here.

Every one of them.
The children, too.

Just like your friend
Eastman's children.

Those are the rules.

That's my code.

I'd say I'm sorry,

but you said it, right?

Don't ever be sorry.

(keys jingle)

(lock clicks)

Rick:
Open the gate!

Open the gate!

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(theme music playing)