The Walking Dead

What time is it?

Just past 5:30.

Let's go.

Didn't see that last night.

Didn't see what?

Still going.

Looks like the end of them, though.

All damn night.

At least Negan's smart enough

not to let that mess anywhere near us.

Fat Joey's good for something, at least.

What, eating cake?

He rigged the herdway.

Just trips.

Nothing fancy.

Guerilla kind of stuff.

What kind of stuff?

As in warfare, idiot.

Those demo sticks from that run last month,

the RPGs from the new guys.

Maybe it takes it down.

Takes them out.

All right, it's a trickle.

- Let's go. - Finally.

Thank Christ.

Making a trail.

I think we're close.

We should bail out, follow the rest of the way,

see what we can see.

I, uh...

How?

It isn't usually the fall that gets us.

It's trying to fight it. Run with it or roll with it.

The truck's going slow enough.

We'll be in the blind spot.

We can race behind one of the other cars.

I-I-If... If I screw up and we get caught...

It'll be fine. We just got to go now.

Okay. Show me first.

"Show me first"...

Okay, boys, let's get this haul unloaded and inside.

I want to get back in there and unload a little myself.

Negan, need to talk to you about redirect.

What about the redirect?

It got screwed up.

We're on it now, but it's a mess out there.

And whose job was that?

a pack and a tent...

Aw, damn.

I thought they packed this up tight.

Ah, no worries.

Plenty more where this came from.

Right?

Son of a bitch!

What the hell?

Stay back! Drop your weapons.

I only want Negan.

He killed my friends.

No one else needs to die.

Damn.

You are adorable.

Did you pick that gun 'cause it looks cool?

You totally did, right?

Kid, I ain't gonna lie...

you scare the shit outta me.

Kid!

Dwight.

Back off.

Is that any way to treat our new guest?

Come on, kid.

I will show you around.

Come on, kid.

I'll show you around.

You know, you do the same damn stink-eye as your dad,

except it's only half as good 'cause...

well, you know, you're...

missing an eye.

Really?

You're really not gonna take my hand?

'Cause you're lucky you even still have a hand.

Same as your boy Daryl over here,

now that I think about it.

How's the job going, Daryl?

Hot enough for you?

Yeah, it'd be tough with one arm.

Ah, smart kid.

Now come with me.

Dwighty-boy, why don't you grab Daryl,

take him to the kitchen, do a little grub prep.

New plan, boys.

Let's burn the dead, unload the truck later.

Damn, I am not gonna have time

to screw any of my wives today.

I mean, maybe one.

Come on.

What are you gonna do to me?

Number one,

do not shatter my image of you.

You're a badass.

You're not scared of shit.

Don't be scared of me.

It's a disappointment.

Number two...

you really want me to ruin the surprise?

Screw you, kid.

Seriously.

Screw you.

Check this out.

The Saviors have gone out into the world

and fought the dead

and come back with some really good stuff.

Some of that stuff can be yours

if you work hard and play by the rules.

Today, everybody gets fresh vegetables at dinner.

No points needed.

You see that?

Respect.

Cool, huh?

They still on their knees?

As you were!

Hey, I wanted to show you a few potentials

I've rated B-plus or higher.

I know where we're going.

While I'm picking up a high level of certainty,

I'd be remiss if I didn't mention

that after a thorough analysis of the grid,

X'ing out any places we've already combed,

I do believe I've bull's-eye'd

some worth considering for the specific task at hand.

What?

Finding goods for Negan.

No, we're not doing shit for that cabrón.

You're not going out to find stuff for the Saviors?

Why not?

There's no fighting it, Rosita.

Perhaps we should all travel together.

I'm down.

We come across a haystack,

four POVs could draw out whatever we're looking for.

We're fine on our own.

I know you don't like it

and you don't want to hear it from me,

but we got to produce for them.

This is like taxes.

Hey. Come here.

Hey.

You can keep acting pissed at me,

but I didn't do this.

Rick did.

You think you can do better.

Yes.

Sure.

No, I bet you already have a whole truck-load full of stuff

hidden out there for yourself, huh?

Go get it.

Pay your taxes, and leave me the hell alone.

Let's go.

Ladies.

Don't mind the kid.

I know.

Every woman where you're from

dresses like they do the books at an auto shop.

You're gonna want to look at their titties.

It's cool. I won't mind.

They won't mind. Knock yourself out.

Can I talk to you for a minute, dear wife?

Make yourself comfortable, kid.

What happened with Amber and Mark?

What we talk about when you're not here

is none of your business.

Fair play.

You want to know what I heard?

I heard that Mark skipped out on redirect duty

to be with Amber.

I need to know if it's true.

Ahh.

There are rules for a reason.

Nothing matters if you're dead.

You, my dear, are here because you get that.

She made a mistake.

Go easy on her.

Calm the hell down.

I ever hit one of you?

No.

But I know you.

There's worse.

Well, look at you!

To be continued.

Amber, baby.

You know I don't want anyone here

that doesn't want to be here, right?

Mm-hmm.

Oh.

So if you want to leave and go back to Mark...

you can.

But what can't you do?

Cheat on you.

That is exactly right.

You can't...

cheat on me.