The Walking Dead (2010–…): Season 8, Episode 7 - Time for After - full transcript

It's not too late for you.

My offer still stands.

You can join us...

or you can die.

Turn.

Why?
Why the pictures?

Sculpt you,
after.

After what?

After.

I'm well-aware
you're the fifth columner.

Green duffel, red paint,
workers' guns.



Doesn't require
Turing-grade decryption

to grok the truth
that you're the traitor

creeping and colluding
with AHK.

It's an acronym
I've concocted --

Alexandria,
Hilltop, Kingdom.

I considered
going with KAH,

but it remains
a hair too onomatopoeiac.

I've been charged
by no less than Negan himself

with cracking
the very calamity

you more than likely
had a heavy hand in creating.

So I need you
to cease and desist

all betrayals
and backstabbery,

fronting
and Judas-ness A.S.A.P.

In exchange,
I offer to keep what I know



from Negan
and the others.

The Saviors
are finished.

Negan's finished.

And this place...

what it's been...

that's all over.

Food and water's runnin' low,
workers are angry,

the Saviors,
they're gettin' scared.

And this place
is gonna fall,

and all you have to do
to be on the winning side

is to stand down.

All you have to do
is nothing.

Wait.

Let it play out.

Can you do that?

You've seen
what happens here...

heard the screams...

smelled the burning skin.

You don't got blood
on your hands yet,

but that's comin'.

Once you do those things,
you become those things,

and there's no
goin' back.

No forgettin' it.

What cranks my shaft
is bein' safe.

And here,
me bein' safe

means a whole lot
of other people are safe.

I think about that
a great deal.

Yes, I'm Negan...

and it ain't perfect,
but we are Saviors.

We save.

Like I said...

your cloak-and-dagger's
on the Q.T.

All I ask is that you do nothin'
that results in harm

to anyone
inside these walls,

and it'll stay
that way.

What do you think?

A day.

Maybe two.

Eugene.

I could use a little
help. Can you come in?

He's getting worse.

It's an infection.

Maybe more than one.

It's attacking
his organs.

It's only a matter of time
until one fails.

Just wish
we had some damn meds.
Mm.

I wish
he hadn't assisted

in the ill-conceived caper
to trap us in here.

I also
wish for Razzles,

but if wishes
were horses and all that...

What, you think
this is his fault?

It is.

Not the whole of it,

but he was
a member of the campaign.

I do get it...

but I shan't
forget it.

Would you sit
with him?

How's that?

I'm gonna head
to the marketplace,

see if they have
any herbs down there,

try some Eastern medicine
on him.

He shouldn't be alone.

And he's your friend.

Traveling companion.

Okay.
Do you want him to die?

No.

I'll be back soon.

Sit.

You look
worse than me.

Mm.

I don't
appreciate that,

because you look like
a potato and shit casserole.

Sit.

Are you gonna help me
get Dr. Carson out of here?

Given that this building
is currently surrounded

by a Wilkes-Barre
of walkers,

I don't see an escape
attempt without putting to use

the same flawed technique
of innards

which landed you in your
status-quo piss-poor condition.

What you may have forgotten
in your request

is that
I am a small person

who does not
stick his neck out

for anyone
other than himself.

I stick firmly
within my lane

without any need for a signal,
hand or automatic.

All I want is for you to
do the right thing.

And what is said definition
on that?

Can't say
I ever sussed it out.

Right for some can be
downright horrific for others,

and knowing that
has kept me vertical

when so many
have gone horizontal.

It requires faith,
trusting yourself.

Believing that God
is inside of you...

guiding you...

and knowing that he has a plan
for all of us.

Is that so hard?

It's absurd.

Is it?

You're a man
of science...

who not too long ago
would've found it

impossible to believe
that the dead could walk.

So maybe...

maybe it's not impossible
to believe

that you will know
what the right thing is

when the time comes.

And then...

you will --
you'll act.

Got something.

Looked like a truck, but I lost
visual from the water tower.

It's one of ours.

Tanya, hello.

You said a week.
It's been a week.

Our deal?
My boombox?

Well, yes,
I mean --

Did you fix it?

A-Are you serious?

Yeah.

Well,
it's not ready.

Our neck is
in the noose of the deceased,

and it is tightening
with every ticktock.

Are you not distressed
that we're trapped?

I was
already trapped here.

You've got until tomorrow,
Eugene,

and then
we renegotiate.

Wait.

Would it be possible to take
possession of the second bottle

despite
the delivery delinquency?

The deal
was one bottle up front

and one bottle
after you fix it.

I need it.

You making it into jet fuel
or something?

I've taken to throwing 1.5 fluid
ounces down my gullet most P.M.s

as a
necessary requirement

to catching
some increasingly elusive Z's.

Ergo, I need
the giggle juice.

I get it.

I need help sleeping, too.

I don't get it.

Yes, you do.

You help them,
Eugene.

You help him.

I tried
to stop this.

Me and Frankie,
we came to you,

and we asked you
for your help.

You could've changed this place
into something else,

something better.

But you
took care of you,

and now you've got to
live with that.

I hope this helps.

But it won't.

Negan wants you.

Our people are gonna be
at the Sanctuary soon,

asking for
their surrender.

We're almost there.

That's why we do it.

We make it happen.

So we cover you with crossfire
from the upper windows,

you crash the truck
into the walkers

and through
to the building.

Yep, crack it open,
Savior buffet.

You know the workers
will make it away,

up the stairs?

They're on the other side of the
building. They should make it.

You sure?

After we do this,

their only choice
is to give up.

It's risky.
They could see the truck comin'.

There weren't
any more weapons

at the Saviors' warehouse,
right?

No more rockets
for the RPGs.

We work
with what we got.

You got me.

Other snipers, too.

Saviors see you comin',
we got you covered,

whatever it takes.

I want it done.

I want them done.

Good.

So, we doin' this
or what?

W-Why don't we just wait it out
like we planned?

Michonne's right.

What you're talking about
is risky. Things could go bad.

The truck with the speakers

almost took
all those walkers away.

It almost did go bad.

Something else could.

Even if it don't, we don't
got the Kingdom fighters no more.

I mean, if the Saviors
want to put up a fight,

we don't got the numbers
to make 'em surrender.

That's why Rick's
talking to the Scavengers.

You got shot.
They lied to us.

You --
You believe 'em now?

I believe
in Rick Grimes.

I could've
done something...

sooner,
to end this.

I knew about those weapons
at Oceanside,

and I waited.

I didn't do shit
about it.

With or without you,

I'm not
letting that happen again.

Then it's without me.

I'm out.

We got some cars parked
near the east-side lookout.

You can take one
and go home.

You staying?

You good
with all this?

I helped
get this started.

Got to see it through.

You think it's easier
to come out here and risk

than to stay back there
and wait.

And I get it --
I used to believe that, too.

Thing is sometimes,
you just have to wait.

Sometimes you don't
get to know.

I just wish
it didn't take

seeing Sasha walk out
of that coffin to realize it.

Come on.

Let's go.

If things don't
get fixed soon,

a lot of people
are gonna die.

My people.

Not me,
of course.

I'm livin'
no matter what.

I am too good
at this shit.

But others...

I can't have that.

I don't want to see people
get shot up, chewed up,

and chewing up
the rest.

I don't want to see you
get eaten, Eugene.

This place,

it's about pooling
and organizing strength.

And you...

my friend, are strong.

That spongy organ between your
eyes and your spectacular mullet

is strong,

and I just want to make sure
that you know...

that I know that.

Consider me made.

Our pages are utterly
and completely one and the same.

Eugene...

I was going for
a handshake.

Stand up.

Now, I can see
where you'd be confused,

as I rarely do
that shit.

A handshake is a sign
of mutual respect.

Not many people get that
from me.

There's work
that needs getting to.

Hey, cut that engine.

Any closer, you'll draw walkers
from the yard.

Here.

You take fire from the windows,
we fire back.

Come on.

There's a spot for cover
by the chutes.

You up for this?

I came here 'cause I wanted
to see things for myself.

I wanted to know
that things were gonna work.

But you know what?

I don't get
to know that.

None of us do.

What I do know is that
things are working now.

So maybe...

we just need
to trust

that things are gonna
keep working,

because this...

what we're about
to do...

it's not
worth risking us.

It is for me.

Just is.

I hope it works.

I-I really, really do,
but I-I can't do it.

I just can't.

Then you shouldn't.

We got Morgan
and the snipers.

We can do this.

Yeah.

We will.

Audio recording
for transcription.

Emergency operations manual,
first entry.

Countermeasure approach
for fence incursion.

High pop of undead, good 40,
50 deep to the former fence.

Note to accompany schematics for
audio glider emergency binder.

Audio glider
activated for sound,

utilizing music
as 96 decibel redirection,

drawing active deceased along
with it away from all exits,

allowing immediate free passage
for permanent redirection,

if successful.

Scratch the if -- when --
when successful.

Hell, yes.

Don't turn around.

I'm here.

I'm ready.

South lookout -- ready for go.

East lookout, ready.

North lookout, ready.

West lookout, ready.

Get up,
back away from that thing.

Back away from it!

I'm attempting
to save people, Dwight.

And killin' me is killin'
a great many innocents.

When this bird
slips its surly bounds,

it's gonna Pied Piper away
their cold corpses

and free this place.

And Negan will kill Rick
and Daryl and Rosita

and all
your old friends.

They're former traveling
companions, nothing more.

I'm working with them

to keep them
and the people here alive.

We can
get rid of Negan.

Just Negan.

And we're almost there.

Negan ain't
the dyin' type, Dwight.

Oh, but you are,
Eugene.

I am.

That's exactly why I've not yet
stepped back, as it were.

By my reckoning, I have
two selects on facin' my
fate.

One, I abort launch
on this glider,

don't free this place

from the stranglehold
of cold teeth/tongues,

and Negan
will likely execute me

as what he considers to be
a personal favor.

Or I could go for
what's behind door number two,

take my chances
being shot in the back

by a sometime-ally,
despite any injury

I may have caused
in the past

by delivering a chomp down
on your chode.

Now!

Daryl,
you're clear to the south.

You and Tara should head home.

Let's go!
Move it! Let's go!

Fall back! Move!

Move!

Fall back! Move! Move!

Move! Move!

The answer is no!

I will never,
not on your Nelly,

be on board
with your plan.

Your invite is declined.

I will not end up
like Sasha or you.

You both
made your choices,

what I imagine most will
calculate as the right thing,

rolled your D20s
and came up dead

and seemingly
soon to be.

I cannot do the same.

Now, judge me if you choose,
but I'm seeing 20 for 20,

I'm feeling 10 for 10,
I'm receiving 5 by 5

that staying safe
means staying alive,

and I'm A-okay
with doing whatever it takes

to lock that down.

So I will obey Negan.

I will not cover for
anyone's U-turn on loyalties,

and I will damn well
make sure

that Dr. Carson stays cozy,
comfy right here

in case I ever require
his healing expertise!

And I won't
feel bad about it.

Because I will survive.

It's in
my biological imperative.

It's all
I know how to do.

It'll take
an ass-load of ammo.

It will.

Even with shot discipline
and P and Q minding.

Can my bullet maker
fill my guns back up?

If you give my machines to me
or me to my machines...

that is
an affirmative.

You do realize the storm of shit
I'm gonna dump on Rick

as soon as I am clear of
the shit storm he dumped on me.

I do, indeed.

Goddamn, Eugene.

How does it feel

to be the second-most
important person here?

How does it feel
to save these good people?

It feels great.

Got something else
of urgency for you.

Nother item solved.

More than a way out

and a promise
of bullets on the way?

Jesus, Eugene,
you are magnificent.

I am.

So, what is it?

Tell me.

What?

We have the stairs.

But the dead ones
have the lower level --

the whole thing.

Not much longer.

See, Eugene has solved us
a way out of this mess.

And...he actually says
he has a topper.

Yeah?

I think I could fix
the intercom system.

Which, uh...

would absolutely change the face
of communications here.

That's it?

Sorry.
That kind of thing,
uh...

well,
cranks my shaft.

I'll leave you
to the last action item.

Time for after.

Subdue!

I'm walking out now,

and me walking out
means all of you die.

My people --
there's a lot of them --

won't attack today,
but we will attack.

You can play your games,
draw your pictures,

sculpt whatever shit you want,
but I am leaving!

After that...

maybe you should just run.

We done?

Yes.

Join you.

What then?

The Sanctuary
is surrounded.

Walkers.

20 deep
around the compound.

You'll come
with me there...

we'll wait
till the others meet us.

When they do, we'll ask
the lieutenants to surrender.

All of us, together.

Then I kill Negan,
me alone.

We have a deal?

After,
Saviors' things our things.

Yes and yes.

It'll be all of ours.

You'll get a fourth.

Half.
A fourth.

Fourth,
and I sculpt you after.

Stand for me,
those off.

These off,
no sculpting.

My boots
and my clothes now.

Fourth.

Fourth.

Snipers, report in.

This is Rick Grimes.

Does anybody copy?