The Walking Dead (2010–…): Season 7, Episode 15 - Something They Need - full transcript
A group of Alexandrians embark on a journey; One member of the group must make a heartbreaking decision.
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Tara:
They-- they have guns.
A lot of them.
I saw it.
- Daryl: What?
- Tara: That group.
Um, the women I met.
(Tara sighs)
They have an armory. They have guns.
Rick: Why didn't you tell us
before now?
I made a promise, Rick.
(walkers growling)
Do you ever think
about who you've killed?
Yeah.
(growling continues)
Rick:
Are you ready if this goes south?
Tara:
It won't.
Rick: If it does,
you don't need to feel bad.
Tara:
I do feel bad.
I will.
Rick: Tara...
you don't have to.
(growling continues)
(music playing)
(birds chirping, sheep bleating)
Maggie: You need
to cover this with a tarp.
- Eduardo: A tarp?
- Maggie: Tarp.
Eduardo:
Why?
Think about it.
Okay. Just tell me.
(sighs)
They want warmth
so they'll put out shoots
before the last freeze.
That way, we pull back the tarp,
they die naturally,
saves on all
the endless weeding.
Get to tarping.
You got it, boss lady.
Uh, wait. (chuckles)
Where are you going?
I, uh--
I'm not a farmer.
I need some help here.
No, you don't.
I saw a wild blueberry bush
growing outside.
If it's young enough,
I'm gonna pull it up
and replant it here.
Good one will produce
for over 40 years.
We got to start acting
like we'll be around that long.
(hammering)
Cool. Yeah.
Just tarp.
Don't touch.
I'll see
how you do after.
(grunts)
Once you're up,
watch for the signal.
(breathing heavily)
What time
does the clock start?
Soon as she's in.
You good?
I'm good enough.
I'm glad you came.
I know it's been hard.
- I know you don't want this.
- Didn't want this,
but I'm starting to understand
what's on the menu now.
We can hide
like these people,
we can keep trying
to serve The Saviors,
and I can watch you get
randomly beaten every so often,
or else we can fight.
So, here we are.
(sighs)
And being with you, well...
it makes abject terror
tolerable.
I should've tried harder
to stop Rosita and Sasha.
If they'd have just waited
one more day...
Well,
Sasha's a good shot,
and Rosita knows
how to take care of herself.
Probably back at Hilltop
right now.
Least I hope so.
We're gonna need 'em.
There's a whole lot of people
still got to die.
(lock disengages)
(door creaks open)
Hey, there.
You Okay?
Can I get some water?
I should introduce myself.
I'm David.
I wonder if you remember me
from last night.
Do you?
No.
Well,
I can forgive that.
Last night
was kind of a shitstorm.
I was the guy that gave the rope
to the guys that tied you up.
I always keep some close.
There's just all kinds
of fun and interesting things
you can do with rope.
God, you're pretty.
If I give you some water,
which is not something
I'm supposed to do,
will you do something
for me?
Something
you're not supposed to do?
Will you?
(breathing shakily)
Tell me
how thirsty you are.
Go to hell.
(grunts)
(chuckles)
Oh, shit.
(chuckles)
Fighting's just gonna
make it last longer.
Which, for the record,
is fine by me.
- (clangs)
- David!
What the hell
are you doing in here?
Negan, sir--
Do you really think
I need you to answer that?
I can see that you're trying
to rape this woman.
You were trying to rape
this woman, weren't you?
This is some
unacceptable behavior.
Rape is against
the rules here.
I wouldn't wanna be somewhere
where it wasn't.
Someone in charge who let
something like that fly...
Whew.
(breathing quickly)
David.
You really
crossed a line here.
I'm sorry, sir.
(breathing shakily)
You know what?
I do not accept
your apology.
(grunts lightly)
uhuds)
(Negan sighs)
(whistles)
Hey!
Get, uh...
Sasha.
That is a beautiful name.
Get Sasha here
a new T-shirt.
I'm sorry
you had to see that.
Sorry 'bout the rope, too.
Probably overkill,
but you did cause
one hell of a fracas last night.
(chuckling)
Oh, shit.
I remember you.
Yeah.
You were there.
(clicks tongue twice)
Oh, hell.
I get it now.
I got to hand it to you.
You've got some beach-ball-sized
lady nuts on you,
coming in all kamikaze
like that.
Big question here,
and I need the truth
on this one...
did Rick
put you up to this?
Rick?
Your bitch?
No.
(chuckles)
Either way, you must've thought
it was gonna be the end,
coming in on your lonesome
like that.
But that's not the way
it's got to go.
Unh-unh.
Just the opposite.
See, this...
well, this could be
the beginning.
(Lucille taps lightly)
(sighs)
This knife is yours now.
You can try to use it,
take me out,
but considering
I am standing above you,
holding a baseball bat,
that doesn't seem
real smart.
Now, you can use it
to slit your wrists,
which would be a damn shame,
but I get it.
You're obviously not
on the shiny side of the street,
given recent events.
Now, you can sit there
and do nothin',
wait for ol' David to come back
to life and eat your face,
also a damn shame
and kinda nuts,
but, hell,
to each their own.
Or...
you can use that blade
and stop ol' Rapey Davey
from becoming
Dead-Alive Rapey Davey,
save yourself, join the cause.
I know what I'd do.
What?
I'm a man short.
Hell, you can't really call
this piece of shit a man,
but still, I'm short,
and you got those
beach-ball-sized lady nuts,
and I wanna harness
the heat comin' off of 'em.
You can help me
run this place one day,
all of us together,
following the rules,
workin' on the same side
of things.
That's all
this was ever about.
And it still can be
for you.
I know it's hard to picture,
considering what I did.
But, Sasha,
we all got shit to get over.
Take some time.
Think about it.
Whatever you decide,
so it shall be.
No pressure.
And, again,
I am sorry you had to see that,
even though I know
you have seen some things.
I just want you
to understand...
we are not monsters.
(door closes, lock engages)
(lock disengages)
(door creaks open)
(door creaks)
(lock engages)
What did they do
to you?
They're keepin' me safe.
I brought you
some creature comforts.
Full disclosure, the pillow
is not hypoallergenic.
(sniffs)
There was some debate
as to whether or not
I should come in here.
They said in the event
of a hostage situation
with the pig sticker
that I would fully be
on my own.
Just wanted to share that.
Negan relayed to me
his offer to you.
It's my opinion that
you should accept said offer,
just as I did.
I know it's a hold-your-nose
situation,
but taking up
with the management here
was indeed
the correct select.
You know, I believed
I could be brave,
that I could be a survivor
like Abraham was,
and ridin' that RV
into the sunset was...
some of the greatest 37 minutes
of my existence.
But I know now that
I was full-tilt delusional.
I have never in my life
been as scared
as I was
that night in the woods,
kit to the grit,
fully believing my number's
about to be called,
then seeing it happen
to someone brave...
to a survivor.
And then
the pants-pissing terror
of the rinse and repeat
of that very same event--
I just--
I couldn't.
Being here means
I'll never have to again.
And neither will you
if you just say "yes."
Please say "yes."
He would want you to.
He wouldn't.
I do.
We're still here.
Things have changed.
We can change with 'em.
We have to.
Go.
He's, uh, starting to...
Please.
Go.
(knock on door)
(lock disengages,
door creaks open)
(door closes, lock engages)
(growling)
(birds chirping)
(insects buzzing)
Don't think I've seen you
outside the walls.
Well, I built these walls
to use them.
If I want greenery,
I eat a salad.
Then why are you here?
I was hoping
we could talk.
Then I saw you
come out here alone.
I was concerned.
Where are your friends?
They went out.
They're looking
for something they need.
Without you?
Now, I'm just wondering--
Why you still here, Maggie?
Hmm?
With Carson gone...
I heard you were
gonna get him back.
That not true?
Was it just something
you said?
Maggie, you've got to start
trusting me.
You know, people are tense,
they're worried.
Everybody'd be
a hell of a lot better
if-- if we could present
a-a united front.
It would be a lot easier if we
actually were a united front.
You're right.
I need to be more open
to working together.
I apologize.
I never intended
for things between us
to come to this point.
I appreciate that.
It's never too late
to change.
You know that?
If you're serious, I'll come by
later and we can talk more.
Fine. Great.
(twig snaps)
I thought this'd
just take a second.
Would you mind keeping
an eye out while I finish up?
Could you do that?
Happy to.
(sighs)
(twig snaps)
Oh!
We got one.
I'll do it.
Uh, uh-- I'm here
to protect the pregnant lady.
Don't need the pregnant lady
to protect me.
Have you ever
killed one before?
I wouldn't be here
if I hadn't.
It's fine.
I got it.
No.
(walker growling)
Oh, Jesus.
Fine. Do it.
- (growling)
- (exclaims)
Maggie!
Please help me!
(growling continues)
' (growling stops)
' (groans)
(breathing heavily)
You Okay?
(breathing heavily)
(retches)
(coughs)
He hasn't
killed one before.
He's learning.
That's not
what he told us.
Thanks for the help.
(sighs)
Ooh. You catch that
yourself?
- Shit, yeah.
- Rachel.
I mean, yeah.
(chuckles)
Gonna go clean it.
Okay.
(chuckles)
(door creaks)
Tara: Hi.
Stay quiet
and put your hands
on your head.
We should've just killed you
in the village.
You're gonna be glad
you didn't.
You're not alone,
are you?
Sit.
What do you want?
I want you to sit.
(door opens)
(door closes)
Tara:
Hey, Cyndie.
You promised.
Yeah. I did.
Put your hands
on your head.
I didn't have a choice.
Why are you here?
Tara: I said
I didn't have a choice.
But you do,
both of you do.
My friends
are out there right now,
and they're
gonna take this place,
hopefully
without firing a shot.
What? You're-- you're gonna
"take this place"?
What are you
talking about?
- We need your guns.
- What?
We're gonna fight
the Saviors.
- You should join us.
- No.
The Saviors killed
your fathers,
your brothers, husbands, sons,
and you ran from them.
I thought
we got rid of them.
Beatrice said there was more
out there, and she was right.
They came back.
They killed my friends.
They killed
my girlfriend.
They took us over.
They took everything from us.
We do whatever
the Saviors tell us to do,
and they think we're still
doing that, but we're not.
We're gonna fight them.
And we have
other communities beside us,
and with Oceanside,
we would have an army.
So, that's it?
"Thanks for the guns.
You should join us"?
If we fight them together,
we can beat them.
We have to try.
They'll win, Tara.
I've seen it. So have you.
Just talk to the leader
of my group, Rick.
Just talk, and we don't
have to take over this place.
We don't want to.
I can give them
the signal to stop this,
but you have to tell me
right now.
Listen. We're not
just hiding in the woods.
We're doing something.
We're not giving up.
I didn't want to break
my promise, Cyndie, okay?
But the world can belong
to good people, to fair people,
if we're
all just brave enough to try.
We are not good,
and we are not brave.
Neither you nor me.
She is.
That's why
we're in this mess.
(sighs)
Look, Tara,
if you take our guns,
you might as well
be killing us all.
That's what
you'll be doing.
We should talk to them.
No.
We can try to stop this.
No, Cyndie.
It doesn't matter.
You can't.
(screaming)
Kathy: Go! Go!
(indistinct shouting)
The arsenal!
Daryl:
On the ground. Now.
Those hands--
put them on your head.
Please.
Your people
killing my people?
The bombs
were outside the walls.
You could've stopped this.
Look,
I hope everyone is okay.
- I do.
- They better be.
Stand up.
It's time to move.
(inhales sharply)
It's my legs.
Stop, stop.
Back up. Back up.
Cyndie, stop!
- It's empty.
- What?
It's unloaded.
We didn't come here
to hurt anybody.
Cyndie, give it here.
Now.
Natania,
just talk to Rick.
Shut up.
(panting)
Everybody down!
- Hands on your heads.
- Everybody stay calm.
Carl: We don't want anyone
to get hurt.
Stay down and listen
to what we say.
We want this to go as simply
and as peacefully as possible.
All of you
can make it that way.
Get down over there.
Keep quiet.
Now, we made
a lot of noise.
We want to wrap this up quick
so you can send people
to redirect
anything coming this way.
Tara said your forests
are relatively clear,
so we won't take
any chances.
No one needs to get hurt.
This is just about
what you have, what we need.
Natania:
Nobody's taking anything.
You need to let everyone go
and leave right now.
Just walk away
or this one dies.
Yeah,
we'll leave you alone.
But we're taking your weapons
with us.
That's not gonna change.
It's Natania, right?
Put the gun down, and let's talk
about what we can change.
No.
Leave right now.
Michonne, don't!
We just
wanna be left alone.
Yeah,
we'll leave you alone.
Just let go of her.
Now.
Or we'll kill you.
None of us want that.
They want us
to fight The Saviors.
We tried that.
We lost. Too much.
We're not gonna lose
anymore--
not our guns,
not our safety,
not after everything
we've done to get here.
We're gonna win--
with your guns,
with or without your help.
Natania,
put the gun down.
You kill me, and you die.
And my people take the guns
and nothing changes.
Maybe we should try.
(hushed chatter)
Grandma, stop.
It's over.
Just talk to them, okay?
It's not over!
They've forgotten.
You've all forgotten.
Some of you actually want
to fight them?
After everything?
We can lose our guns,
but us leaving this place
to fight?
After everything?
I have to remind you!
Yes.
I am gonna do this,
and then I'm gonna die.
But it's that important.
This is your life,
all of you.
Remember
what it looks like.
Remember
what they did to us!
You need to see this.
0P6" your eyes!
Michonne:
Rick! Walkers!
(grunts)
uhuds)
Rick: Everybody up!
Get the children
behind us!
They're coming.
First shift,
join them on the line.
Knives out.
Dead only. Dead only!
Don't go anywhere.
Everyone, shots
within 10 feet of the line.
That's it.
(walkers growling)
NQW!
(gunfire)
(grunts)
(grunts)
(gunfire)
(gunfire stops)
No. We're not
fighting them with you.
So take your damn guns
and go.
(lock disengages)
(door creaks open)
You win.
No.
You win.
Get some people in here.
Clean this up.
What?
You didn't actually think
I was gonna let you keep this,
did you?
You still got a ways to go
before I'll believe
you're fully on board here.
Baby steps.
It is absolutely
not personal.
If the situation
was reversed,
I'm sure you wouldn't
believe me, either.
Still...
the way
you saved yourself,
the way you surrendered
to me just now--
that is a damn good start.
But we got to work
on some things, Sasha.
But I promise you,
I will try to make it fun.
Cards on the table...
a little birdie told me
that Rick and the rest of your
people are up to no good.
And, well,
that needs to change,
and you're
gonna help me change it.
We're gonna find us
a win-win.
HOW?
What are you--
Hey, I'm gonna get
you some stuff
to make you
more comfortable,
let you have a taste
of what it is we have to offer.
Spend the night
enjoying it,
'cause tomorrow...
is gonna be a big day.
(stomps)
(chuckles)
(sighs)
Kal!
Yeah?
I'm gonna need you
to drive me somewhere.
You're gonna want
to pack a bag.
(knocks on door)
Hello?
It's Eugene.
Word in the halls is that
you're all-in with things here.
It may not seem
like it now,
but I assure you,
you, too,
made the correct select.
Sasha: I was wrong.
I can't.
I won't.
I've been sitting here,
trying to figure out
how I could,
with what happened,
with our friends
still out there,
still being hurt
by them.
I don't know
how I could've said that.
And now I am trapped.
You have to help me.
I will.
I'll help you
get used to the idea
and illustrate the equation
and demonstrate why--
It was a mistake.
I was ready.
I knew, if I didn't
kill him last night,
it'd be over.
And I didn't, so it is.
It has to be.
You have to get me
something--
a knife, a gun,
a razor blade.
For Negan?
No!
One way or another, he is gonna
use me to hurt my friends--
our friends.
(Sasha's voice breaking)
And there is nothing I can do about it
except make sure I'm not alive
to give him the chance.
If he has me,
he will hurt them.
I have to die.
It's the only way.
L-I don't--
I-l don't think that--
I know you won't do anything
to stop them.
I know that.
But, please, Eugene...
don't let them use me
to hurt our people.
(Sasha crying)
Please, you have to give me
something to stop this--
a gun, a knife, glass.
I don't care.
I have to die.
Please.
Inn:
I will consider it.
Thank you.
(bells ringing)
(ringing continues)
We don't need all this,
do we?
(sighs)
Yeah. Yeah, we do.
It's not just
the ones I killed.
I think about the people
I didn't kill, too.
(ringing continues)
(ringing stops)
We're gonna bring them back
when it's all over.
L-I want to go with you.
Some of us do,
but not all of us,
and it has to be all of us.
My grandmother thinks
you'll all be dead.
Yeah, well, your grandmother's
wrong about a lot of things.
Where is she?
She didn't want
to see this.
She's lying down.
I hit her pretty hard.
Thanks for saving
my life before.
And the other time.
Oh, and then
the other time.
(chuckles)
Maybe today.
Thanks.
HEY-
Thank you.
For what you're doing.
You're
not leaving us any?
Nope.
See ya later, Rachel.
You Okay?
Yeah.
You're right.
I don't have to feel bad.
(sighs)
(knock on door)
Eugene:Sasha?
I'm here.
(sighs)
I've given our last exchange
a good, hard pro/con think.
I've decided
to grant your request.
(Sasha sighs)
This will do it.
It's a poison,
homemade by yours truly.
It will bring
about certain death
in approximately
20 to 30 minutes
upon the moment
of ingestion.
I would like to believe
that it's painless.
I am not--
I'm not certain.
I made it at the behest
of others for similar reasons,
only it came to pass that
they were feeding me
the bum's steer,
so I cut bait.
The difference here
is that
you and I have been
long-time traveling companions,
and you have proven yourself
to be honest, brave,
and fully self-aware.
I'm certain I owe you
for things.
You asked me
for a way out.
I had access to one.
For the record, I absolutely
do not want you to go.
But it sounds to me like you
happen to be already gone.
(gate clangs, creaking)
(engine revving)
(insects chirping)
(vehicle door closes)
Hey, are you okay?
Where's Sasha?
There's someone here.
(door creaks)
(exclaims)
Whoa. Whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Slow down. Come on.
Whoa!
He says
he wants to help us.
(breathing heavily)
That true?
You want to help?
I do.
Okay.
(gun cocks)
Get on your knees.
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Tara:
They-- they have guns.
A lot of them.
I saw it.
- Daryl: What?
- Tara: That group.
Um, the women I met.
(Tara sighs)
They have an armory. They have guns.
Rick: Why didn't you tell us
before now?
I made a promise, Rick.
(walkers growling)
Do you ever think
about who you've killed?
Yeah.
(growling continues)
Rick:
Are you ready if this goes south?
Tara:
It won't.
Rick: If it does,
you don't need to feel bad.
Tara:
I do feel bad.
I will.
Rick: Tara...
you don't have to.
(growling continues)
(music playing)
(birds chirping, sheep bleating)
Maggie: You need
to cover this with a tarp.
- Eduardo: A tarp?
- Maggie: Tarp.
Eduardo:
Why?
Think about it.
Okay. Just tell me.
(sighs)
They want warmth
so they'll put out shoots
before the last freeze.
That way, we pull back the tarp,
they die naturally,
saves on all
the endless weeding.
Get to tarping.
You got it, boss lady.
Uh, wait. (chuckles)
Where are you going?
I, uh--
I'm not a farmer.
I need some help here.
No, you don't.
I saw a wild blueberry bush
growing outside.
If it's young enough,
I'm gonna pull it up
and replant it here.
Good one will produce
for over 40 years.
We got to start acting
like we'll be around that long.
(hammering)
Cool. Yeah.
Just tarp.
Don't touch.
I'll see
how you do after.
(grunts)
Once you're up,
watch for the signal.
(breathing heavily)
What time
does the clock start?
Soon as she's in.
You good?
I'm good enough.
I'm glad you came.
I know it's been hard.
- I know you don't want this.
- Didn't want this,
but I'm starting to understand
what's on the menu now.
We can hide
like these people,
we can keep trying
to serve The Saviors,
and I can watch you get
randomly beaten every so often,
or else we can fight.
So, here we are.
(sighs)
And being with you, well...
it makes abject terror
tolerable.
I should've tried harder
to stop Rosita and Sasha.
If they'd have just waited
one more day...
Well,
Sasha's a good shot,
and Rosita knows
how to take care of herself.
Probably back at Hilltop
right now.
Least I hope so.
We're gonna need 'em.
There's a whole lot of people
still got to die.
(lock disengages)
(door creaks open)
Hey, there.
You Okay?
Can I get some water?
I should introduce myself.
I'm David.
I wonder if you remember me
from last night.
Do you?
No.
Well,
I can forgive that.
Last night
was kind of a shitstorm.
I was the guy that gave the rope
to the guys that tied you up.
I always keep some close.
There's just all kinds
of fun and interesting things
you can do with rope.
God, you're pretty.
If I give you some water,
which is not something
I'm supposed to do,
will you do something
for me?
Something
you're not supposed to do?
Will you?
(breathing shakily)
Tell me
how thirsty you are.
Go to hell.
(grunts)
(chuckles)
Oh, shit.
(chuckles)
Fighting's just gonna
make it last longer.
Which, for the record,
is fine by me.
- (clangs)
- David!
What the hell
are you doing in here?
Negan, sir--
Do you really think
I need you to answer that?
I can see that you're trying
to rape this woman.
You were trying to rape
this woman, weren't you?
This is some
unacceptable behavior.
Rape is against
the rules here.
I wouldn't wanna be somewhere
where it wasn't.
Someone in charge who let
something like that fly...
Whew.
(breathing quickly)
David.
You really
crossed a line here.
I'm sorry, sir.
(breathing shakily)
You know what?
I do not accept
your apology.
(grunts lightly)
uhuds)
(Negan sighs)
(whistles)
Hey!
Get, uh...
Sasha.
That is a beautiful name.
Get Sasha here
a new T-shirt.
I'm sorry
you had to see that.
Sorry 'bout the rope, too.
Probably overkill,
but you did cause
one hell of a fracas last night.
(chuckling)
Oh, shit.
I remember you.
Yeah.
You were there.
(clicks tongue twice)
Oh, hell.
I get it now.
I got to hand it to you.
You've got some beach-ball-sized
lady nuts on you,
coming in all kamikaze
like that.
Big question here,
and I need the truth
on this one...
did Rick
put you up to this?
Rick?
Your bitch?
No.
(chuckles)
Either way, you must've thought
it was gonna be the end,
coming in on your lonesome
like that.
But that's not the way
it's got to go.
Unh-unh.
Just the opposite.
See, this...
well, this could be
the beginning.
(Lucille taps lightly)
(sighs)
This knife is yours now.
You can try to use it,
take me out,
but considering
I am standing above you,
holding a baseball bat,
that doesn't seem
real smart.
Now, you can use it
to slit your wrists,
which would be a damn shame,
but I get it.
You're obviously not
on the shiny side of the street,
given recent events.
Now, you can sit there
and do nothin',
wait for ol' David to come back
to life and eat your face,
also a damn shame
and kinda nuts,
but, hell,
to each their own.
Or...
you can use that blade
and stop ol' Rapey Davey
from becoming
Dead-Alive Rapey Davey,
save yourself, join the cause.
I know what I'd do.
What?
I'm a man short.
Hell, you can't really call
this piece of shit a man,
but still, I'm short,
and you got those
beach-ball-sized lady nuts,
and I wanna harness
the heat comin' off of 'em.
You can help me
run this place one day,
all of us together,
following the rules,
workin' on the same side
of things.
That's all
this was ever about.
And it still can be
for you.
I know it's hard to picture,
considering what I did.
But, Sasha,
we all got shit to get over.
Take some time.
Think about it.
Whatever you decide,
so it shall be.
No pressure.
And, again,
I am sorry you had to see that,
even though I know
you have seen some things.
I just want you
to understand...
we are not monsters.
(door closes, lock engages)
(lock disengages)
(door creaks open)
(door creaks)
(lock engages)
What did they do
to you?
They're keepin' me safe.
I brought you
some creature comforts.
Full disclosure, the pillow
is not hypoallergenic.
(sniffs)
There was some debate
as to whether or not
I should come in here.
They said in the event
of a hostage situation
with the pig sticker
that I would fully be
on my own.
Just wanted to share that.
Negan relayed to me
his offer to you.
It's my opinion that
you should accept said offer,
just as I did.
I know it's a hold-your-nose
situation,
but taking up
with the management here
was indeed
the correct select.
You know, I believed
I could be brave,
that I could be a survivor
like Abraham was,
and ridin' that RV
into the sunset was...
some of the greatest 37 minutes
of my existence.
But I know now that
I was full-tilt delusional.
I have never in my life
been as scared
as I was
that night in the woods,
kit to the grit,
fully believing my number's
about to be called,
then seeing it happen
to someone brave...
to a survivor.
And then
the pants-pissing terror
of the rinse and repeat
of that very same event--
I just--
I couldn't.
Being here means
I'll never have to again.
And neither will you
if you just say "yes."
Please say "yes."
He would want you to.
He wouldn't.
I do.
We're still here.
Things have changed.
We can change with 'em.
We have to.
Go.
He's, uh, starting to...
Please.
Go.
(knock on door)
(lock disengages,
door creaks open)
(door closes, lock engages)
(growling)
(birds chirping)
(insects buzzing)
Don't think I've seen you
outside the walls.
Well, I built these walls
to use them.
If I want greenery,
I eat a salad.
Then why are you here?
I was hoping
we could talk.
Then I saw you
come out here alone.
I was concerned.
Where are your friends?
They went out.
They're looking
for something they need.
Without you?
Now, I'm just wondering--
Why you still here, Maggie?
Hmm?
With Carson gone...
I heard you were
gonna get him back.
That not true?
Was it just something
you said?
Maggie, you've got to start
trusting me.
You know, people are tense,
they're worried.
Everybody'd be
a hell of a lot better
if-- if we could present
a-a united front.
It would be a lot easier if we
actually were a united front.
You're right.
I need to be more open
to working together.
I apologize.
I never intended
for things between us
to come to this point.
I appreciate that.
It's never too late
to change.
You know that?
If you're serious, I'll come by
later and we can talk more.
Fine. Great.
(twig snaps)
I thought this'd
just take a second.
Would you mind keeping
an eye out while I finish up?
Could you do that?
Happy to.
(sighs)
(twig snaps)
Oh!
We got one.
I'll do it.
Uh, uh-- I'm here
to protect the pregnant lady.
Don't need the pregnant lady
to protect me.
Have you ever
killed one before?
I wouldn't be here
if I hadn't.
It's fine.
I got it.
No.
(walker growling)
Oh, Jesus.
Fine. Do it.
- (growling)
- (exclaims)
Maggie!
Please help me!
(growling continues)
' (growling stops)
' (groans)
(breathing heavily)
You Okay?
(breathing heavily)
(retches)
(coughs)
He hasn't
killed one before.
He's learning.
That's not
what he told us.
Thanks for the help.
(sighs)
Ooh. You catch that
yourself?
- Shit, yeah.
- Rachel.
I mean, yeah.
(chuckles)
Gonna go clean it.
Okay.
(chuckles)
(door creaks)
Tara: Hi.
Stay quiet
and put your hands
on your head.
We should've just killed you
in the village.
You're gonna be glad
you didn't.
You're not alone,
are you?
Sit.
What do you want?
I want you to sit.
(door opens)
(door closes)
Tara:
Hey, Cyndie.
You promised.
Yeah. I did.
Put your hands
on your head.
I didn't have a choice.
Why are you here?
Tara: I said
I didn't have a choice.
But you do,
both of you do.
My friends
are out there right now,
and they're
gonna take this place,
hopefully
without firing a shot.
What? You're-- you're gonna
"take this place"?
What are you
talking about?
- We need your guns.
- What?
We're gonna fight
the Saviors.
- You should join us.
- No.
The Saviors killed
your fathers,
your brothers, husbands, sons,
and you ran from them.
I thought
we got rid of them.
Beatrice said there was more
out there, and she was right.
They came back.
They killed my friends.
They killed
my girlfriend.
They took us over.
They took everything from us.
We do whatever
the Saviors tell us to do,
and they think we're still
doing that, but we're not.
We're gonna fight them.
And we have
other communities beside us,
and with Oceanside,
we would have an army.
So, that's it?
"Thanks for the guns.
You should join us"?
If we fight them together,
we can beat them.
We have to try.
They'll win, Tara.
I've seen it. So have you.
Just talk to the leader
of my group, Rick.
Just talk, and we don't
have to take over this place.
We don't want to.
I can give them
the signal to stop this,
but you have to tell me
right now.
Listen. We're not
just hiding in the woods.
We're doing something.
We're not giving up.
I didn't want to break
my promise, Cyndie, okay?
But the world can belong
to good people, to fair people,
if we're
all just brave enough to try.
We are not good,
and we are not brave.
Neither you nor me.
She is.
That's why
we're in this mess.
(sighs)
Look, Tara,
if you take our guns,
you might as well
be killing us all.
That's what
you'll be doing.
We should talk to them.
No.
We can try to stop this.
No, Cyndie.
It doesn't matter.
You can't.
(screaming)
Kathy: Go! Go!
(indistinct shouting)
The arsenal!
Daryl:
On the ground. Now.
Those hands--
put them on your head.
Please.
Your people
killing my people?
The bombs
were outside the walls.
You could've stopped this.
Look,
I hope everyone is okay.
- I do.
- They better be.
Stand up.
It's time to move.
(inhales sharply)
It's my legs.
Stop, stop.
Back up. Back up.
Cyndie, stop!
- It's empty.
- What?
It's unloaded.
We didn't come here
to hurt anybody.
Cyndie, give it here.
Now.
Natania,
just talk to Rick.
Shut up.
(panting)
Everybody down!
- Hands on your heads.
- Everybody stay calm.
Carl: We don't want anyone
to get hurt.
Stay down and listen
to what we say.
We want this to go as simply
and as peacefully as possible.
All of you
can make it that way.
Get down over there.
Keep quiet.
Now, we made
a lot of noise.
We want to wrap this up quick
so you can send people
to redirect
anything coming this way.
Tara said your forests
are relatively clear,
so we won't take
any chances.
No one needs to get hurt.
This is just about
what you have, what we need.
Natania:
Nobody's taking anything.
You need to let everyone go
and leave right now.
Just walk away
or this one dies.
Yeah,
we'll leave you alone.
But we're taking your weapons
with us.
That's not gonna change.
It's Natania, right?
Put the gun down, and let's talk
about what we can change.
No.
Leave right now.
Michonne, don't!
We just
wanna be left alone.
Yeah,
we'll leave you alone.
Just let go of her.
Now.
Or we'll kill you.
None of us want that.
They want us
to fight The Saviors.
We tried that.
We lost. Too much.
We're not gonna lose
anymore--
not our guns,
not our safety,
not after everything
we've done to get here.
We're gonna win--
with your guns,
with or without your help.
Natania,
put the gun down.
You kill me, and you die.
And my people take the guns
and nothing changes.
Maybe we should try.
(hushed chatter)
Grandma, stop.
It's over.
Just talk to them, okay?
It's not over!
They've forgotten.
You've all forgotten.
Some of you actually want
to fight them?
After everything?
We can lose our guns,
but us leaving this place
to fight?
After everything?
I have to remind you!
Yes.
I am gonna do this,
and then I'm gonna die.
But it's that important.
This is your life,
all of you.
Remember
what it looks like.
Remember
what they did to us!
You need to see this.
0P6" your eyes!
Michonne:
Rick! Walkers!
(grunts)
uhuds)
Rick: Everybody up!
Get the children
behind us!
They're coming.
First shift,
join them on the line.
Knives out.
Dead only. Dead only!
Don't go anywhere.
Everyone, shots
within 10 feet of the line.
That's it.
(walkers growling)
NQW!
(gunfire)
(grunts)
(grunts)
(gunfire)
(gunfire stops)
No. We're not
fighting them with you.
So take your damn guns
and go.
(lock disengages)
(door creaks open)
You win.
No.
You win.
Get some people in here.
Clean this up.
What?
You didn't actually think
I was gonna let you keep this,
did you?
You still got a ways to go
before I'll believe
you're fully on board here.
Baby steps.
It is absolutely
not personal.
If the situation
was reversed,
I'm sure you wouldn't
believe me, either.
Still...
the way
you saved yourself,
the way you surrendered
to me just now--
that is a damn good start.
But we got to work
on some things, Sasha.
But I promise you,
I will try to make it fun.
Cards on the table...
a little birdie told me
that Rick and the rest of your
people are up to no good.
And, well,
that needs to change,
and you're
gonna help me change it.
We're gonna find us
a win-win.
HOW?
What are you--
Hey, I'm gonna get
you some stuff
to make you
more comfortable,
let you have a taste
of what it is we have to offer.
Spend the night
enjoying it,
'cause tomorrow...
is gonna be a big day.
(stomps)
(chuckles)
(sighs)
Kal!
Yeah?
I'm gonna need you
to drive me somewhere.
You're gonna want
to pack a bag.
(knocks on door)
Hello?
It's Eugene.
Word in the halls is that
you're all-in with things here.
It may not seem
like it now,
but I assure you,
you, too,
made the correct select.
Sasha: I was wrong.
I can't.
I won't.
I've been sitting here,
trying to figure out
how I could,
with what happened,
with our friends
still out there,
still being hurt
by them.
I don't know
how I could've said that.
And now I am trapped.
You have to help me.
I will.
I'll help you
get used to the idea
and illustrate the equation
and demonstrate why--
It was a mistake.
I was ready.
I knew, if I didn't
kill him last night,
it'd be over.
And I didn't, so it is.
It has to be.
You have to get me
something--
a knife, a gun,
a razor blade.
For Negan?
No!
One way or another, he is gonna
use me to hurt my friends--
our friends.
(Sasha's voice breaking)
And there is nothing I can do about it
except make sure I'm not alive
to give him the chance.
If he has me,
he will hurt them.
I have to die.
It's the only way.
L-I don't--
I-l don't think that--
I know you won't do anything
to stop them.
I know that.
But, please, Eugene...
don't let them use me
to hurt our people.
(Sasha crying)
Please, you have to give me
something to stop this--
a gun, a knife, glass.
I don't care.
I have to die.
Please.
Inn:
I will consider it.
Thank you.
(bells ringing)
(ringing continues)
We don't need all this,
do we?
(sighs)
Yeah. Yeah, we do.
It's not just
the ones I killed.
I think about the people
I didn't kill, too.
(ringing continues)
(ringing stops)
We're gonna bring them back
when it's all over.
L-I want to go with you.
Some of us do,
but not all of us,
and it has to be all of us.
My grandmother thinks
you'll all be dead.
Yeah, well, your grandmother's
wrong about a lot of things.
Where is she?
She didn't want
to see this.
She's lying down.
I hit her pretty hard.
Thanks for saving
my life before.
And the other time.
Oh, and then
the other time.
(chuckles)
Maybe today.
Thanks.
HEY-
Thank you.
For what you're doing.
You're
not leaving us any?
Nope.
See ya later, Rachel.
You Okay?
Yeah.
You're right.
I don't have to feel bad.
(sighs)
(knock on door)
Eugene:Sasha?
I'm here.
(sighs)
I've given our last exchange
a good, hard pro/con think.
I've decided
to grant your request.
(Sasha sighs)
This will do it.
It's a poison,
homemade by yours truly.
It will bring
about certain death
in approximately
20 to 30 minutes
upon the moment
of ingestion.
I would like to believe
that it's painless.
I am not--
I'm not certain.
I made it at the behest
of others for similar reasons,
only it came to pass that
they were feeding me
the bum's steer,
so I cut bait.
The difference here
is that
you and I have been
long-time traveling companions,
and you have proven yourself
to be honest, brave,
and fully self-aware.
I'm certain I owe you
for things.
You asked me
for a way out.
I had access to one.
For the record, I absolutely
do not want you to go.
But it sounds to me like you
happen to be already gone.
(gate clangs, creaking)
(engine revving)
(insects chirping)
(vehicle door closes)
Hey, are you okay?
Where's Sasha?
There's someone here.
(door creaks)
(exclaims)
Whoa. Whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
Slow down. Come on.
Whoa!
He says
he wants to help us.
(breathing heavily)
That true?
You want to help?
I do.
Okay.
(gun cocks)
Get on your knees.
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