The Walking Dead: Dead City

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.