The Walking Dead

There is one rule between our people.

Stay where you are.

Yet you disobey.

Previously on "The Walking Dead"...

The bitch has to die.

The creek, the border, the tree...

it will crush them.

- How's Rosita? - She caught a little bug.

- She okay? - Not yet.

Alright, you big-ass freak.

Let's do this.

Hi.

Hey.

Feelin' better?

Yeah. Thanks.

Where you goin'?

Mm, gonna do another sweep for Negan.

Cool. You want company?

Think Negan crossed the border?

He'd know we couldn't follow him over there.

I can't see him puttin' on a mask.

Or staying quiet for long.

Still, stranger things have happened.

We takin' a break?

Nope.

This is our spot today.

Gonna stay here...

see what we see.

He ain't gonna wander around,

waitin' to get spotted.

He ain't that dumb.

Neither are you.

Gee, thanks.

You wanna tell me what we're doin' out here?

Lookin' for Negan.

Right.

You gonna tell me what we're really lookin' for?

Alpha's horde.

We're gonna find it, and we're gonna destroy it.

Come on. Admit it.

There's a tiny part of you that's thrilled to be sick.

Just so you can spend more time with me.

You think I'm pukin'

because I got a little crush?

Textbook case of butterflies in the stomach.

I want a second opinion.

Oh, it's simple science, darlin'.

Bodies manifest emotion

in all sorts of different ways.

The heart wants what it wants.

Right? Inhale for me.

Good.

And exhale.

Alright.

Seriously, though,

don't you think we'd make a bitchin' couple?

Son, I would break you like a twig.

How's he doin', Cheryl?

Jury's still out.

Ouch.

I thought we were havin' a moment here, Cheryl.

Is she okay? Everything alright?

Yeah.

Couple more cases of that stomach bug.

- So that makes it seven. - Yeah.

You know, maybe I should just

put Coco down for a minute...

Don't worry about it, man.

- I got it. - Sure?

Yeah. How's Rosita?

Ah, same as everybody else, it seems.

The most we can do is keep 'em hydrated

and wait it out.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, lap up the daddy/daughter shit while you can,

because they grow so damn fast.

Okay, a-alright, easy. Dude, easy.

Have some boundaries.

Okay.

My bad.

You two should go out, have some fun.

Alright, thanks.

And if you need me to peek at Rosita later,

just say the word.

Happy to, you know,

make sure she's on the mend.

That's one of those boundaries again.

Yep.

Yeah.

Noted.

Alpha's been sending waves of walkers

to screw with us, right?

Well, I've been tracking walker movement along the border.

Small groups.

Some of them might have Whisperers in them.

But they all connect right back to this general area,

so I figure we stake out this spot.

See where the Whisperers go.

Might lead us back to the horde.

That's smart.

I thought so.

She's gonna need a place, though,

like the canyon they used to be in.

Only spots I know are on Whisperer territory, though.

Not gonna be able to sneak in there

without startin' up some kind of shit.

We only need to figure out where they are,

and then we'll tell the council. I swear.

Why weren't you straight with me before?

After what happened at the border and with Alpha,

I didn't want you to worry.

Sorry.

I get it.

Just wanna keep us safe.

So, you gonna stick around?

Well, if you spot somethin',

you're gonna need me to track it, right?

I dunno.

Picked up a few things over the years.

Yeah, we'll see.

Honestly, fellas... or ladies.

Kinda hard to tell underneath the outfits.

I wanna join, alright?

I am a joiner.

Get me a damn application already.

I mean, look at you guys, right?

Cool-ass outfits,

the whole back-to-nature paleo vibe?

You are a survivalist's wet dream.

Not to mention the number-one selling point...

no more bein' eaten by the dead.

But just, out of curiosity, 'cause it's killin' me,

what do you got goin' on down low?

Are you flyin' around commando-style,

or do you got, like,

walker long johns with the la... flap?

Whoa.

Cool your tits there, Jolly Green Giant.

Noise.

Constant noise.

I should just slit your throat,

be done with it.

Okay. You know what?

You're right, big man. I am sorry.

I never properly introduced myself.

Hey, I'm Negan.

For the last eight years,

I have been locked up by your enemy.

So you take me to your leader,

and I will spill every Goddamn secret I know.

Eugene?

I got the supplies ya asked for.

Well, feel free to deposit those

in any location of your choosin'.

Gotta say, your assist on the radio relaunch

has been a boon, and I thank you mightily.

Well, I'm happy to be a part of the Hilltop AV club.

Care to take the new setup for a spin?

Some primo choice upgrades.

Transmitter's been properly souped up

with Soviet satellite guts, and...

You don't parlez-vous Russian,

by any chance?

Nyet.

Well, that's all I got.

Hmm. Solid.

Well, just checkin'.

Relocatin' the antenna to the apex

provides unobstructed L-O-S to the secondary repeater,

exponentially expanding our range.

You haven't lived

till you've bounced a transmission off the ionosphere.

Gives me gooseflesh each and every time.

Well, this sounds really cool, Eugene,

but I gotta get back to the kids.

Oh, yeah. Understandable.

Bambinos, they take precedent.

No expiration on that invite, though.

Cool. Thanks.

Have fun.

Solo trip it is.

Let's see how far you can fly, little lady.

Calling for Hilltop.

Come in, Hilltop.

Hilltop. Calling Hilltop.

Copy that, Alexandria.

This is Hilltop.

Eugene?

Um, yes.

Were you lookin' for someone in particular?

No, dumbass.

I'm looking for you.

Oh.

Okeydokey.

Just wanted to see what you were up to.

I figured I'd call.

But I'm also running a 102-degree fever,

so I could just be delirious.

What sort of ailments are we wrestlin' with?

Just a bug. I'll be fine.