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It's rusted shut.

Safe bet
that they all are.

Where's Maggie?

She w--
She was right behind me.

Somebody boost me up.

You go up there,
you're dead.

She'd be pissed
if you tried.

She'd want us
to keep moving forward.

Alright, we need
to get that door open.

Then we'll go from car to car

until we hit
the front of the train.

Then we'll hop off.

And then we just keep going.

Look out, guys.

You know what this means,
don't you? The photo board?

- The Commonwealth is real.
- That was a wallet-sized
photo of you,

which means it was
in your brother's wallet,

which means he kept the wallet
on him in the apocalypse,

possibly for 10-plus years,
and who does that?

He sounds awesome.

What?

And also what you said.

So what's the plan?

They have structure. Laws.

Someone here's in charge,

and I'm going to speak
to that person.

That's it?
The plan is talking?

Yes. Cold as ice.
Demand results.

What?

Nothing. It's just...

it's your bro. You sure
you can be "cold as ice"?

Yeah, I was a lawyer.
It comes naturally.

Look, I love my brother.

But I hadn't seen him
in a really long time

before all of this,
and I assumed--

It doesn't matter.
I'll be fine

as long as I can speak to the--Shh! Hang on.

That was her,
from last night.

Did you see how she was
looking at us? She knows.

We're fine.
No one knows we tried to leave,

or believe me,
we'd be called int--

Ezekiel's gone.

In anticipation
of your next question,

I looked everywhere,
asked around.

No one's saying anything.
Someone took him.

Someone knows what we did,

and he's just the first
domino to fall.

In anticipation
of your follow-up query,

I don't know how I know. I only
know that I'm freaking out!

It's probably 'cause
he told off the big guy.

Oh, God. Why'd he tell off
the big guy?

We should talk to them.
We should talk to them.

We can come clean about who we
are and where we're really from.

Eugene, for the last time,

do not talk
to their law enforcement.

Or if you find yourself
in a situation

where you have to,
you stick to the story.

Well, what do we do?

Wait, what? Be cool.

Ice! Ice!

You've got
one of our people?

What have you done
with him? I demand

- to know where he's been taken!
- Ma'am, calm down.

I don't know
where your friend is.

Then there's no reason for us
to continue this conversation.

I'd like to speak
to somebody

who can actually
give me answers.

Who do you report to?

You wanna speak
to my supervisor?

That's right!
We wanna talk to the manager!

Hey, Dog! Come here! Come here!

Hey! Dog!

Come here!

Dog!

I'm not sure
why you're here.

You've already
been assessed.

You think you've been
assessing me?

No, dear.

I've been assessing you.

You don't know
anything about me--

Your community's large
and organized.

There's a bureaucracy,
and you're part of it.

You probably had a job like this
before the world fell.

If I had to guess, I'd say

forensic psychologist.

Perhaps you were an academic.

Researcher?

Your role is to assess threat
for your community.

You ask about who we were

because someone above you
has decided

that that's a good
baseline position

from which to judge who we are.

So you poke around the dusty
corners of our brains,

test our sense of boundaries

with queries
about our toileting habits.

You raked one of my people
over the coals

due to a $2 bill,

which makes me believe your
currency is the U.S. dollar,

and that you need
to strictly control

the amount in circulation.

You use familiar money as
a powerful psychological tactic,

because you know how desperately
people miss the old world.

You want to understand
what we're capable of

and whether we can
enhance your community

or if we'd simply be
a drain on resources.

But the truth of it is, you need
to justify your existence, too.

Because isn't it almost
more valuable now

to have someone
who can haul the trash

and keep the streets
free from disease

than someone who can write
endless lists of questions,

given that at the end
of the day,

you just need to rely
on your gut instinct

about whether or not
the person across from you

will or won't murder you
in your sleep?

But you're both people
that follow the rules.

I was a lawyer.

I like rules.

They bring order to the chaos.

Which means you need me.

I have reason to believe
my brother, a thoracic surgeon,

is living at the Commonwealth
and is looking for me.

I'd like expedited processing
for my group,

as per your community's asylum
and immigration policies.

Where did you
go to school again?

Undergraduate at Oxford,
JD is from Harvard,

which you very well know.
Would you like me to list

my professional
credentials again?

Coffee?

Can you stop moving? You're
taking my nerves over the edge

to a proverbial 11
on a scale of 10.

I can't help it.
We've been waiting and waiting,

and now I have to pee
really, really bad.

I shouldn't have mentioned it.
Be right back.

No! No!
No more splitting up!

Eugene. If that fine-ass dude
in the orange suit

just walked in
with a coffee,

things must be going good
for Yumiko, right?

Maybe she'll be out
by the time I'm back.

Uh, do you have
toilet paper?

Well, shit!

I'm excited!

On my count. 3, 2, 1!

Why don't you guys
handle that one?

If you get tired out,
we'll take over.

Is that the roof?

Could be walkers.

Shh!

It's below us.
It's Morse code.

It's SOS.

I slipped.

He saw,
and he left me to die.

Yeah.

Okay. So what?

You're just admitting it?

You tried to kill her!

No, she was in trouble,
and I didn't help.

There is a big difference.

Okay, so who's gonna
help you now?

Who in here's
got your back?

Yeah, you don't need fingers
to count that number.

She was just talking
about murdering me,

sooner rather than later,

and yet somehow,
I'm the big, old asshole

'cause I didn't
risk my nuts for her?

I have been a golden
goddamn asset

for every single
one of you.

Yeah, burning Hilltop,
that helped, huh?

I killed Alpha, right?

So, yeah, I was helpful.

'Cause if I hadn't
done that,

every person you know,
their skull would be on a spike.

I did what needed to be done, alright?

I am trying.

Yeah, okay. I'm not buying
a word of it.

Same.

Nod and it happens.

We can get through the city
without him.

Help! Help me! Help!

- Later.
- Help!

Help!

Gage?! What happened?!

We got lost in the tunnels!
Walkers are everywhere,

they-- they might have--Negan: How'd you get in there?

I-I got a door open
on the far end.

- Did you close it?
- Uh--

Gage?
I--

Hey, this one seems a bit
looser. Sasquatch, gimme a hand.

We open that,
they'll all get in.

He's right there!

I know he is.

The hell with you.

Alden?

Come on.

Are you insane? Move!

Move!

Maggie?!

Open the door!

Look, I'm sorry, okay?!
I'm sorry--

I made-- I made
a mistake, and I'm sorry,

but I just--

I want another chance.
Okay?

I won't do it again.
I won't do it again.

I'll do better.
Please, I-- Please.

Maggie, listen to me.

We have time.
We can get that door open.

Maggie! Maggie!

We don't have the ammo
to clear them.

Let it go.

I'm sorry.

I can't.

Liar.

Pardon me. I've been waiting
for my friend, Yumiko.

She's in that room
right there.

I was wondering if you might
be able to provide

or procure for me an ETA
for when she might be done?

No one's in there.

But I watched my friend walk in
there with the two questioners,

and I haven't seen her
or them walk out.

If you could just check--

No one is in there, sir.

My other friend went
to use the ladies' room--

What friend?

I need you to leave.

Now.

What is it?

Bad memories.

Of what?

You guys don't wanna
look at him.

Why?

Why won't you look at him?

All that is, is the shell
of a man who died a coward.

That's a hot take, Father.

He was scared,

but he didn't deserve
to die like that.

In the worst way imaginable.

There are worse ways.

A lot worse.

Before I found
Elijah and his people...

Hershel and I were alone
for a long time.

One day, we came across
this frail old man

who was kneeling
by a turned-over grocery cart.

It was full of scavenged clothes

he said were for
his sons and daughters,

and could we help him
haul the cart back home?

And he said he'd give us food
for our trouble.

I knew that he was a liar.

But I was starving,

and soon, Hershel would be.

So we followed him
back to his house.

I held a knife to his throat
and reached in his pocket.

I pulled out the chloroform rag
he was gonna use on me.

I stuffed it in his mouth.

And then we went
inside the house,

and I locked my little boy
in a room,

and I went
and searched the house.

There were these three...

deformed--

I wouldn't call them men.

They came after me.

But I handled them.

And then the house was quiet,

except for this thudding sound

that was coming from upstairs
in the attic.

And I thought maybe they had
people tied up up there

that were trying to get free.

So I walked to a door
at the end of this hallway.

And I opened it,
and I looked up,

and there was a set of stairs.

At the top of the stairs,
there's this shadow

writhing and rocking.

I thought it was an animal.

Then all of a sudden,
it fell down the stairs,

and it came right at my feet.

It was a walker

that used to be a woman.

Her arms and her legs

had been cut off,

stitched up.

Her eyes gouged out.

No tongue.

And she was wheezing

through an open, cauterized gash
in her throat

where her vocal cords
had been ripped out.

And her belly was round
and full.

And whatever was inside of there
was trying to get out.

And I went upstairs, and there
were three more just like her.

But their hearts
were still beating.

And do you know
the first thing I thought?

The very first thing
that crossed my mind?

"If they're alive,

there must be food here."

So I took care of them.

And then I found the food.

Lots of it.

And Hershel and I filled
the cart with it, and we left.

I don't feel anything
when I tell you that.

Do you understand me?

Because that
is what's out there.

And seeing it, I lost something.

And I don't think
it's a bad thing that I did.

Because it has made things
so much clearer.

What we have in Alexandria,

what we had in Hilltop

and in Meridian--

it's rare.

It has to be.

Compared to everything
that's out there.

Because if it isn't--

It means we were lucky.

It means that nobody
has it figured out.

Nobody ever did,

and nobody ever will.

Dog?

Daryl, help me.

How bad is it?

It ain't good.

You went topside?

Yeah.

Bad idea.

I lost Gage.

Where's the ammo bag?

I lost that, too.

Don't-- Stop.

Don't waste that on me.

Here. It's all I got.

Tell my kids
I didn't die a coward.

It's blocked.

Hey!

They're coming in
from this side!

Back up!

Shh, boy.

Come on, little more!

Hurry!

Come on, go!

Get behind something!

What have you done
with my traveling companions?

They're being processed.

"Processed" as in
a-administratively?

Processed as in bologna
or other meat stuffs?

This inquiring mind
needs to know.

I want to see them.

You like feeling nervous?

No.

Only one thing
gets my heart up.

When I'm out there,

battling the dead.

The magenta swarms.

It's just...

pumping, every time.

But not in a bad way.

Here. Mop up.

I-I think that--

You can't lie for shit.

I--
So don't lie.

Okay.

I wasn't g-going to.

You weren't?

No.

That makes me like you.

Keep doing that,
it'll help you.

If you don't--

You get me?

Use your words.

Y-Yes.

Yes, sir.

Good.

Now.

I know you're holding back.

You know
you're holding back.

I'm going to give you
two questions.

You're going to give me
two answers. Truthful ones.

You do that?

You get to go.

You get to see
your friends again.

Everything will be okay.

It's that simple.

Ready?

Where is your settlement?

And why were you
at that train station?

Mm, Eugene.

If you lie.

I'll know.

O-Okey-dokey.

You're right.

I have been holding
something back.

Frankly, I wanted
to speak up before this,

but I was afraid of what
my friends would think.

I haven't always been
the most emotional fella,

but my 10,000-plus hours
of death, loss, and fear

have opened me up a little bit.

In the course of our travels,
I found this radio.

Night after night,
I would speak into the void,

holding onto a-a "what if,"

as fools are wont to do,
and I am nothing if not a fool.

Then one night,

a voice came back
from said void.

A beautiful voice.

We got to talking, and she...

...was not repulsed
by my musings.

We spoke of train museums
and ice cream cones.

We laughed.

We sang Iron Maiden.

And then we wanted to meet.

So I got my friends

to go to that train yard
under the guise

of asking whoever showed up
for help for us three,

because I knew
they wouldn't go otherwise.

But all I was thinking about
was Stephanie.

So yes, I lied.

I've been lying this whole time,
because I'm afraid to lose

the three friends I have
in this world.

And I lied to Stephanie about
being from a large settlement

because I was afraid that maybe,

she was not
who she said she was.

That maybe she was
a femme fatale,

laying a trap
for a lonely heart.

My track record in the romantic
realm is spotty at best.

I'm not one for whom
any relationships come easy,

particularly those
with the fairer sex.

And I am, in fact, a virgin.

Even though I have, uh,
observed the act

far more times
than I care to admit.

Thank you for holding back
your titters.

I was-- I was hoping

that after a suitable period
of courtship,

that Stephanie might be the one
to change my unenviable status,

because deep down, I was hoping
that maybe, in fact,

she was my One True Love.

And now I've been forced to
admit that in this room,

and I'm humiliated by it.

And...

I'm afraid
that if Stephanie finds out

that I wasn't honest
with her, either,

that she might want to have
nothing to do with me anymore.

So here I am...

very relieved
to get that off my chest.

Because everything else
I've said up to this point

has been the goddamn truth.

Eugene!

It's okay, man. Let it out.

I thought--
W-Where'd they take you?

An infirmary.

A medic steamed my face, gave me
this nasty herbal cough syrup,

and I slept.

They spiked the cough syrup?

No, no. They took the lantern
out of my room,

and I fell asleep.

Medic checked on me
a couple of times,

and then they brought Yumiko
to visit, and then they took us

to a holding room with Princess,
and then they brought us here.

Yeah. Thank God you're here,
too. We were worried.

Pursuant to Section 114A of the
New Articles of Perpetual Union,

in deference to traditions
established by Article 1,

Section 8
of the Legacy Constitution

and Article 14
of the Legacy UDHR,

you have successfully completed
initial processing

in consideration
for asylum and citizenship

in these united townships.

When you walk through
these doors,

you'll be escorted
to orientation.

By a beat cop.

Welcome to the Commonwealth.

I went to West Point, asshole.

I don't get it. What the hell
changed? Why did they all--

Don't question it.
We're in.

Um, which one of you
is Eugene?

Hi.

I'm Stephanie.

What is that?

It's a letter from this kid
to his parents.

It's from back before.

You found it?

Yeah, down in the tunnels.

See anything else
down there?

Nah.
Just the same stuff you saw.

We heading out?

We need to take
a detour first.

Arbor Hills.

- What's there?
- Hidden supply depot.

Georgie set 'em up all over,
in case we ran into any trouble

when we were out
looking for survivors.

It has ammo, food, weapons.

Rest up there, restock,
and then head to Meridian.

Radio tower
marks that neighborhood.

You know where that is?

Yeah. Come on.

Come on. Come on, boy.

Well, this place
sure has gone to shit

since the last time I was here.

Let's double back.
We can cut through--

Aah! Aah!