Maggie? Maggie!
What are you doin' here? How the hell did you get here?
Ginny! Ginny!
-You know about this? -No.
She just turned up at the arena,
right before the walkers came, and--
You can't be here.
I think she just wanted to be with you.
-The flare. -We gotta go.
You can't be here. You hear me?
I can't protect you and help Maggie. There was a plan.
Her and I, we come here, we get Hershel.
You stay with her people, where you're safe!
That was the whole goddamn point!
That you stay safe. And you know that, Ginny.
- Shit! - I can take her back.
You finish what you started.
I can take her where she needs to go.
Listen to me, you're gonna go with him.
And he'll keep you safe. He is good people.
Ginny, I can't go with you, and you can't stay with me.
Hell, you do not want to stay with me.
You don't know me, kid.
I am not who you think I am.
I... want you to--
No!
All these months and now you want to chat?
I killed your dad.
I'm not wanted for robbing a wagon train.
I killed five men.
And your dad, he was one of them.
It's why I tracked you down to the farm.
Why I let you tag along, 'cause I knew you had no one.
You? You're just a debt that I had to pay.
That's it.
I got you. Come on. Let's go. Come on.
Time to go.
You should sleep. I can keep watch.
It's all right, I'm good.
Besides, he shows up, two sets of eyes are better than one.
What you did back there, that couldn't have been easy.
You think the plan's gonna work?
I'll say this, he was surprisingly glad to see my ass.
Water under the bridge, he said.
It's not like our reunion went off without a hitch, but,
with all our history, that brotherly bullshit,
I have a feelin' he and I may be able to work something out.
For me, it wasn't the Statue of Liberty.
It was Macy's.
When I was little, after my mom got sick,
I'd crawl into bed with her and she'd tell me stories.
About Santa.
The real Santa.
Sometimes he'd come down from the North Pole
to the Macy's store in Manhattan and visit all the kids.
And I used to daydream that one day I'd go to New York,
walk into that Macy's,
become best friends with the real Santa.
He'd take all my toys that I'd lost
or that had been broken,
and he'd find a way to replace them.
And there it is.
Where there's smoke, huh?
Guess you were right all along.
Let's go.
Hey.
You were inside the sewers with Ginny.
What do you think she was trying to tell me?
I don't know, maybe she knew that you'd be mad at her
for coming and just wanted to explain herself.
Goddamnit, Maggie. We don't have to do this.
Stop. Stop!
Drop it.
Here's what I'm thinking.
The Croat never took your grain, just your kid.
For collateral, sure,
but he was never coming back for no harvest.
He wanted me.
And for what? Who the hell knows.
But whatever that crazy son of a bitch wants with me,
I sure as shit ain't gonna like it.
You and I both know that much.
The shit thing is, Maggie,
we could have done it.
We could have saved Hershel.
Because you and I together, we made one hell of a badass team.
But you know that, don't you?
Maybe some part of you always wanted it to end this way.
The fact is, Maggie, it doesn't matter what excuses I give you
or how many apologies I offer,
you can't get over it.
And you shouldn't.
Hey!
Welcome home.
We first looked for you at the Sanctuary.
It was a husk abandoned long ago,
which was depressing.
And after searching up and down the mainland for God knows
how many months,
I learned of your status.
Four men and a magistrate.
You, you, you.
And then I found Jerome.
He was not much interested in reminiscing, but
he was alone and weak.
And I convinced him to talk. And he told me a story
that excited my curiosity.
The story of the widow.
Either way, I saw that you could help.
Strong, smart.
Vulnerabilities to be exploited.
And most of all,
you needed a little push, yes, but...
you had your own incentives.
Still, I never expected you to pull it off.
But you did. You found him.
And brought him home.
Doma smo, eh?
You know, for a moment when I saw you on the catwalk
all alone, I thought to myself, lucky me.
I get to have Negan and the child.
Nah, it's okay.
He's enough.
Hey.
Just look after Ginny, will you?
That's all I ask.
How do we do this?
Well, we both want the same thing, no?
It's good to see you, kid.
It was like a maze full of sculptures
made up of whatever they could find, I guess.
But, uh, I tracked him down,
got him up against a wall,
had a gun on him.
He made a move to get away, and...
I shot him, killed him.
Got him! Got the son of a bitch--
Let him finish!
I want to hear the rest.
Not much more to tell.
Got back to my boat. Car was where I left it.
Enough ethanol to get me home in one straight shot.
Shame you had to shoot him, though.
As a marshal, I'm licensed to administer justice--
No, I know all about that.
Just saying it would have been nice to put him on display.
Make a statement.
No thank you, ma'am.
How are your girls, by the way?
Marjorie, Bea and... Dessie?
Don't worry, we looked out for them while you were gone.
I should pay them a visit.
Let 'em know all about their daddy's heroics.
How hard he works to protect our body politic.
I knew you couldn't help yourself.
You know what went into making that cigar?
You see, the thing is, gotta cure the leaves
at a temperature of 100 degrees.
And a temperature like that,
an exact temperature.
What's the optimal way to keep that going?
Central heating.
But ethanol comes from corn,
which takes up thousands of acres of fields.
So what I'd like you to do, Marshal,
I'd like you to tell me your story again.
And this time,
I want you to tell me all about the methane.
I can't begin to imagine what you went through.
-I hope that you know I-- -I was fine.
That's because you're brave--
All I ever do back home is wait for
the next bad thing to happen.
If anything, I felt safer back there.
You should eat something.
Not hungry.
It's not about being hungry, it's about--
If I say I'm not hungry, it means that I'm not hungry.
I can only guess what they were feeding you.
So what? You gonna force me to eat?
No, I'm not gonna force you to eat.
Whatever. Just... forget it.
What's this? Is it for me?
It was a gift.
Wow.
Got me a souvenir for being kidnapped.
Thanks.
It's like the one you used to wear.
You do what you want with it.
Having you back,
there are not words I can use to express how glad I am.
Glad?
Of course.
Seemed like you cared more about,
I don't know,
revenge or whatever.
What are you talking about?
It's like you're obsessed with him.
With Negan. With what he did.
Getting him back. You've always--
Hershel. I came for you.
And I'm right here. But you don't see me.
It's like my whole life you've been looking over my shoulder,
watching for him, waiting for him.
That is not true!
But you never see me.
Whatever. Doesn't matter.
Do you remember
our second visit to the River People?
The first visit was friendly, welcoming.
You told them what they had to provide,
and then you told them what will happen if they didn't.
Hence, the second visit.
You breezed right up to their leader
like an actor commanding the stage. Like a rock star.
But what is a rock star without his microphone?
So, out came Lucille.
Then you turned,
and you offered her to me.
I didn't understand.
I'd only just arrived at the Sanctuary.
I was nothing. I was broken.
But you saw something in me.
Not what I was.
But what I could become.
And you let me have a crack at it.
Of course, I had no idea what I was doing.
My first swing, I completely missed.
The second time, I, I overcompensated.
I pounded him with far too much force.
I was lucky he was still breathing.
But you didn't get upset with me.
No, you took your time.
You had the patience
to show me
how to do it right.
And then once his face was just a puddle on the ground
and I looked around
and I saw
what you told me I'd see.
Complete and total submission.
We were untouchable.
No one could ever take anything from us again.
You remember that?
I do.
It was beautiful, huh?
It was.
You know, it took me a long time...
years...
to finally understand what had happened between us.
I shouldn't have killed the girl.
You told me not to,
and I disobeyed you.
And I became the threat that needed to be handled.
I promise you,
that will never happen again.
Hey.
I've been, um...
thinking about what you said.
Y'know, for a long time, for most of my life,
I felt like the world kept taking...
and kept taking and, um,
I think at some point,
I thought that if I could just fight hard enough,
I'd be able to get it back.
A little piece of it at least...
But it doesn't work that way,
because you just end up losing what you got.
And I don't want to keep doing that anymore.
I don't know how,
but this thing with Negan...
I'm gonna finish it.
So that I can just let it go.
My battles with the tribe, the rats I had to exterminate,
that was practice for the war to come.
Once we have full control of the island,
Dama says a clash of civilisations is inevitable.
So when I told her about all the good you had done,
all the people you had saved and protected,
she said you are the missing piece.
I never imagined
I'd find another home with someone after you.
I can't wait for you to meet her!
Like Mommy and Daddy coming together. You know?
Yes.
Dama, I take great pleasure in introducing you--
Thank you.
Well. Let's begin. Let's get to it.
I think our guest and I should take some time
to get acquainted.
But I appreciate the introduction.
Of course.
God, he's like a sponge. Sit.
I'm good. I have a funky cramp in my leg,
buggin' the shit outta me.
I hear brandy is good for cramps.
Really?
It's good for everything.
Yeah, I gotta tell you, I'm more of a gin man.
It's a delight to finally meet you.
To find out that you are not, in fact,
the product of someone's psychosis.
I heard about your performance at the bank.
The taunting, the joking,
that extra but absolutely necessary
pinch of gruesomeness.
Shock and awe and all that.
Bravo!
I told you,
I'm a gin man.
Don't tell me you're spooked by the cops.
Oh, it's not the cops I'm worried about.
It's the forces behind them.
Wherever a natural resource abounds,
they'll come for it
like a sneaking, thieving pack of hyenas.
The island needs leadership. Now more than ever.
Someone with confidence, fearlessness, charisma,
that special, shall we say, political talent.
For what is politics if not performance?
Okay.
Tell me,
why would I help you?
There are others.
Settlements as far north as Harlem.
If we can unite them under one rule,
we'll be indomitable.
And all of it, that can all be yours again.
The keys to the kingdom.
But how can I be sure?
Maybe you're not the man you used to be.
Maybe you never were.
Maybe.
What the hell is this?
My former guest and I had a lot of talks.
He told me this story of a man who murdered his father
not just in front of his mother, but him,
the unborn baby in her belly.
And I could sense in the rest of this story
what he himself couldn't.
That his father's killer might feel remorseful,
responsible for the boy whose family he destroyed.
Well, of course, he only told me this once he felt safe with me.
And here you are, come all this way to save him.
As you know, I eventually let him go in exchange for you.
But I kept a little piece of him.
And I can always go back for more.
Make it last.
We have a lot to discuss.
A lot to plan for.