The Walking Dead: Dead City

Hey, Neegs?

Um...

We got a problem.

I told him to kibosh that shit.

Said you gave the order, but you know he don't listen to me.

I mean, you know, I'm not gonna say I told you so.

I'm not that kind of guy, but

certain folks, a lot of folks

are saying it's time to rein his ass in.

Invest more authority in, you know, someone not unlike...

We did it.

Negan, we did it.

The girl, she confessed.

She was sent by the King, exactly like we...

He said to let her walk!

He gave a direct order.

Negan, you know, these things...

my process, it takes time.

Your process?

Yes, Simon, my process.

Who determined the location of the hidden arms cache

at the Hilltop?

I would've found that shit.

Oh, really? Your keen sense of observation.

Your emotional intelligence.

Emoti-blah, blah, blah,

this is what I'm talking about, Negan.

Usin' these highfalutin words

to cover up what we all know you really are.

A Slavic, psychopathic nutjob.

Oh my god, I refuse to participate

in these childish conversations.

Kids...

KIDS

is a line we do not cross.

We all know that.

Enough.

Buraz, I know you understand.

We had to be sure.

I looked everywhere.

- What's that mean? - It means I looked everywhere.

So what? He took off?

Passed him on my way in last night.

Anybody outside last night maybe see Luther head out?

Still no Luther?

Where would he go?

Not saying he went anywhere.

Just... trying to figure it out.

Well, it's a little hard to picture a guy like that

playing hide-and-seek.

All I know is he wasn't real keen on this plan.

Yeah, it's true. He didn't want no part in this.

How long we gonna wait?

Every hour's more time for the psycho

to figure out we're comin'.

Hey, hey, come on. Luther's his own guy, right?

He can do what he wants.

Tell you what.

Time he gets back and sees the shit we pulled,

his thankful ass gonna be kissin' your butt ugly feet.

Oh yeah?

We're good.

'Kay.

Nah, it's cool. It's, uh... it's gettin' better.

- You ready? - Yeah.

You know what? Honestly...

No, I'm not.

And no, it's not 'cause he wants me dead.

Hell, lots of people have wanted me dead.

It's hard to explain, you know? It's...

The closer we get to the Croat...

it just starts to feel a bit too goddamn familiar.

Like, if he starts talkin', it won't be him at all.

It's gonna be the echo of some song

that I don't wanna hear no more.

What is it?

When Hershel was a baby,

like four or five months old,

there was this guy, Amos, living above us.

And Hershel was having trouble sleeping, and...

Amos decided it was a good time to learn the harmonica.

I asked him very nicely if he could stop practicing at night.

And, uh, he said that he would.

Come that night, he did it again.

So the next time he was out on a hunting expedition,

I snuck into his room and I stole the harmonica,

and I went and buried it in the fucking ground.

Well...

I bet you lost a couple Girl Scout badges for that.

Yeah, but I'm sure you would've buried it somewhere way worse.

Have you, uh...

You seen my matches?

No.

It's methane.

From the sewers.

It's not him.

We'll wait here a beat so the psycho won't sniff us out.

Should give you enough time to jack a car

while Negan baits the Croat down to the garage.

You both hightail it out of here,

lure him halfway across the city.

Get him alone.

That's when we start skull-bashing

and throat-cutting the Burazi.

You get your kid. We kill the psycho.

Everybody wins a prize.

How do we know if shit goes sideways for you?

You don't.

Don't screw it up.

Figured out how to bait him yet?

Yeah, I got a thought or two.

I feel good about this.

It's gonna work, Maggie.

We're gonna get your boy back.

I have to tell you something.

I can explain.

You've done enough explaining.

Don't act like you've never did something

you needed to explain.

We don't have time for this.

You understand how to operate it?

You sure?

Eject the disc...

and you press the button.

Like so.

You seem nervous.

Are you afraid of me?

No. Of course not.

You are.

You know, I still recall the day you joined us.

You were hiding in a fire station

with a group of barbarians.

But you...

you were smart.

You laid down your weapon.

It has been a joy over these past few years

watching you blossom into this

strong, faithful...

Confident protector.

You have made me so proud.

You should have no reason...