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These look recent.

These ones are.

Fresh deposits to his methane bank.

He called it feeding the beast.

So this is what hotboxing dead people looks like.

Yeah, and smells like.

Did anyone see what happened to Negan?

-Mm-mm. -Nah.

Who's the kid?

She's with me.

Hey, you got a name?

She don't talk much.

Doesn't follow orders, either.

Thought I had an extra flashlight.

We have one. Here.

Yo, yo, I got it, I got it.

Here.

- This is all my fault. - Hey.

-I pushed us to attack them. -Amaia, Amaia, stop.

-No, I must've missed something. -Hey.

I should've thought this through.

Don't do this to yourself, all right?

The Burazi, they knew.

Hey, we don't got time to wonder how we got here.

We just need to focus on

getting the hell out, all right?

Yeah. I'm good.

Hey, your heart starts pounding,

feels like there's a jackhammer going off in your head--

Let's go.

--can't keep your eyes open

or you feel like you're gonna puke,

that's the methane kicking in. That's when we start running.

Just be cautious.

Your boat's sunk by now.

The guy back at the arena,

he's got the whole island on lockdown.

You do remember I saved your ass back there.

Whatever that was had nothing to do with me,

and everything to do with you and your friend.

He ain't my friend.

Anyway,

you saving me doesn't bring back

the magistrate that you did kill,

or the four other men with him.

Those assholes, they damn near killed my wife.

If you had seen what she looked like when I found her,

well, I guarantee you'd done the same.

Hey!

Come on.

Come on.

Out back.

Aw, shit.

Yo, Amaia. Check this out.

What the hell is that?

No idea.

Oh, oh--

Ugh...

Oh, I think it's fat.

-Ugh. -Ginny!

Yo.

Manholes are sealed!

You trying to go after Negan? Is that it?

He wanted you to stay at the Bricks.

We were so close!

You don't even know him.

What do you think he's wanted for?

Stealing a loaf of bread?

You do not know the monster that I know.

But if you stick around long enough, you will.

Let's go.

You wanna tell me where the hell we're goin',

or is it just some big-ass surprise?

Chelsea Piers.

Like I said, the boats are sunk.

Pier, no boats? Don't that seem

a few ass hairs short of a dingleberry?

Don't need boats. Just the dock.

It floats.

All we gotta do is disconnect it.

You from here.

You're a New Yorker.

Bronx.

Worked for the state.

Drift collection boats.

Scooping up debris.

Keeping the rivers clean.

What were you?

Worked for the state too.

Gym teacher.

Come on! We gotta--

-This way. -Come on!

What do you think?

Some avant-garde artist from before?

Or someone who lost their mind from after.

Come on.

Amaia, where do you think we are?

Probably Hell's Kitchen

or Chelsea.

Holy shit!

Oxygen.

Must be extras for the Burazi .

These ones got masks and shit on them.

Crazy lucky, right? Now we can breathe easy.

Here.

- They work? - Let's find out.

The kid gets one. We can trade off the other.

Here.

What? You'd rather keep huffin' fleshies?

All right, suit yourself.

I just can't figure it out,

how they knew.

Maybe it was Luther who tipped them off.

He left us.

He didn't wanna go through with any of it.

-Here. -No.

No, no, no, no, no.

It can't be Luther.

What would he get out of it?

It was him.

The hell you talkin' 'bout?

You knew exactly how to get out last night.

You knew to go to the sewers.

You even knew how to get inside with that bullshit nonno story.

Bullshit? Are you--

Yo, you buggin'.

It's how I got off the first time

when I was being tortured?

-Or he cut you a deal. -A deal?

Yo, that methane's goin' to your head.

You hearin' this?

Had you tell him where his hideouts were

so he could raid them? Probably gave him a signal

to let him know that we were coming.

You're paranoid, you know that?

You don't trust nobody.

Why did you take off your pack?

What?

Before you found the oxygen tanks,

why did you take your pack off?

Do you wanna say it, or shall I?

Amaia.

Amaia, hey, hey.

Amaia, you're not gonna believe this shit, right?

You can't believe--

He had the tanks in his pack the whole time!

I bet taking them was the signal.

Why?

'Cause he's a liar.

He doesn't care about anybody but himself.

Amaia, it was a--

It was a fantasy.

Amaia, Amaia, it was a fantasy.

Taking back the island? Reclaiming our home?

Our home is gone, Amaia. It's been gone.

Everyone is dead.

What I did, it was the only way.

- I did it for you. - No, no.

- I had to. - No.

Amaia!

Jesus Christ.

You were right.

It's definitely an after situation.

Hey. Let's go.

Yeah.

Come on.

Aah!

Goddamn it.

Believe it or not,

I don't like leaving people behind to die.

Even huge assholes.

And here's the deal, all right?

I help you, and no more of this

dragging me back to New Babylon bullshit.

- No. - No!?

You think you know me? Is that it?

Because I guarantee you you don't.

Just tell me, why are you doing this?

Come on.

Before I change my goddamn mind.

I don't know what you're planning.

I don't know about him.

But you could go to my home, the Bricks.

You'll be safe there. You just give them my name.

She knows the way.

Oh, shit...

Ugh.

Here.

Help! Help!

Hey, hey, it's all right. Here.

Here, take this. Take this.

No, I'm fine.

Come on, hey. At least take a break.

You almost just faceplanted.

Huh?

You don't know what it's been like for us.

You can't put down roots when all you're doing

is running for your life.

My nonno's story? That shit was real.

I didn't make that shit up.

I was this close to getting out, but he followed me and...

I gave up our hideouts to stay alive,

to get back to Amaia.

He said if I brought my people to him, he'd...

He said he'd give me a boat.

Left the tanks for me, like you said.

He told me about this place on the mainland.

He said they got homes with kitchens,

rooms for your things,

a farm, a school for your kids.

That shit sounded safe 'cause everything was made of brick.

He said that's the kind of place we could get to.

I-I don't know.

I didn't mean for it to go down the way it did.

I thought at least they'd have a choice.

I thought-- I thought he'd...

I should've... I should've known.

But I had to try for Amaia. For our...

Like you said.

Gotta do whatever it takes to make it safe.

Amaia!

Amaia!

Ginny!

No!

Amaia!

-Oh, shit! -No!

Is she okay? Amaia!

-It's all my fault. -No.

I messed it all up. Amai--

Anything goes!

Out of my way, bitch.

M'lady.

We're talking to them now?

That's none of your concern.

My plan was a success

-beyond expectation. -Shhh!

Sit.

So, it went well.

My informant delivered.

The threat has been neutralised.

And also, Negan is on the island.

-I saw him with my own eyes. -Then where is he?

Let me see if I understand.

The show started out with a bang.

Kept me up all night, actually.

But then there was a plot twist.

You thought you had your hero, but he got away.

What good is a hero offstage?

So naturally the ending fizzled, and let's face it,

everyone knows the ending is all that matters.

They're here.

Only one so far. A marshal,

but he comes from the mainland.

It's just as you said.

There will be those who try to bring it all back,

the old laws and prisons, to protect and serve,

but really like before, just to punish and steal

and feed their fat bellies.

Now they've come for what we've built.

What's ours.

So we have to be ready.

Which is why we need him.

Which is why you fucked up so royally.

I will find him.

There is absolutely no way Negan will be getting off this island.

I promise you.

Ginny,

take this.

You're gonna need it on the way back to the Bricks.

Take it!

Look...

I don't know what you saw in my bag,

and I don't know when,

but I'm guessing that you saw something.

I never showed him your doll

because I didn't even know if you were still here

or where you were, if you were even still alive.

And the truth is,

I still can't let him know that you're here.

Or else it all falls apart.

He'll leave. He'll take you back.

A very bad man...

took all of our grain and all of our food.

Took us months to produce.

And he's gonna keep on taking it

every single harvest until we all starve to death.

And worse than that, he has my son.

His name's Hershel.

And I have to think of Hershel.

And...

And Negan,

Negan is the key to getting him back.

You understand?

Okay.

How did you know?

Right, gym teacher.

That's right.

Okay.

Sorry.

Aah!

Why are you doing this?

Hell if I know.

My luck, they pin your death on me,

and I'm wanted twice as bad.

The next guy on my ass way worse than you.

I guarantee it.

All right, get some rest.

My brother.

His name was Joel.

We were close.

Even though I annoyed the ever-livin' hell out of him.

Would've followed Joel anywhere.

So when he got that job on the docks,

I got one too.

He was funny.

Had this, uh, charisma.

But he was restless, too.

Got into fights, in and out of jail,

had problems we just couldn't see.

One night my folks caught him breaking in,

lookin' to steal from them.

He attacked my mother.

So high he didn't know what he was doing.

They were too scared to do anything about it.

Maybe they hoped it would go away.

So it fell on me,

which left me...

angry.

He was my big brother.

He let me down, abandoned me.

So I guess I wanted to abandon him right back.

This was the last time I ever heard from Joel.

Couldn't bring myself to open it.

Three years later, the city fell apart.

Mom and Dad and I got out just in time, but...

it happened so fast, I didn't think...

He was left to die all alone,

in the worst possible place on the planet.

Is that what he deserved?

Is it really so black and white?

You'd asked me back then, I would've said yes.

But now?

I don't know.

Is it grey?

Is it something else?

Tranquilitas Ordinis.

What if it's just stories we tell ourselves to sleep easier?

That way.

Aw, shit. It's over here.

Go.

Go, Ginny, go! Now!

Go, you can do it! Go!

Ginny!

Ginny!

- Mom! - Hershel! Hershel!

Mom! Mom!

No! No!

Hershel!

Mom! Help, Mom!