The Walking Dead

She has been playing dictator since we left.

I'm calling the shots

because that's how everyone voted.

As for me killing you...

it's always on my mind.

We are auditors for the Commonwealth.

You're under Level 1 assessment.

Let's go! Let's go!

No! Mira.

Yumiko!

I have to stay.

Maggie: Ahh! Negan!

Frost: It's rusted shut.

Safe bet that they all are.

Where's Maggie?

She w-- She was right behind me.

Alden: 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.

Negan: Look out, guys.

[Birds cawing, man speaks indistinctly]

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!

Come here!

Dog!

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,