The Walking Dead

Previously, on AMC's "The Walking Dead".

Get up. We're breaking you out.

I'm not going with you.

It's not your time.

Somebody opened the door for her.

We decided to protect ourselves

no matter what.

We would stay hidden, and we would stay alive.

Tara, you've been out further than any of us.

At least you can tell us where not to look.

Yeah, sure thing.

Tara: They -- They have guns.

A lot of them.

I saw it.

Daryl: What?

That group.

Um, the women I met.

They have an armory. They have guns.

Rick: Why didn't you tell us before now?

I made a promise, Rick.

Do you ever think about who you've killed?

Yeah.

Rick: Are you ready if this goes south?

It won't.

If it does, you don't need to feel bad.

I do feel bad.

I will.

Tara...

you don't have to.

Maggie: You need to cover this with a tarp.

Eduardo: A tarp? Tarp.

Why?

Think about it.

Okay. Just tell me.

We want warmth

so they'll put out shoots before the fast freeze.

That way, we pull back the tarp, they die naturally,

saves on all the endless weeding.

Get to tarping.

You got it, boss lady.

Uh, wait. Where are you going?

I, uh -- I'm not a farmer.

I need some help here.

No, you don't.

I saw a wild blueberry bush growing outside.

If it's young enough,

I'm gonna pull it up and replant it here.

Good one will produce for over 40 years.

We got to start acting like we'll be around that long.

Cool. Yeah.

Just tarp. Don't touch.

I'll see how you do after.

Once you're up, watch for the signal.

What time does the clock start?

Soon as she's in.

You good?

I'm good enough.

I'm glad you came. I know it's been hard.

I know you don't want this. Didn't want this,

but I'm starting to understand what's on the menu now.

We can hide like these people,

we can keep trying to serve The Saviors,

and I can watch you get randomly beaten every so often,

or else we can fight.

So, here we are.

And being with you, well...

it makes abject terror tolerable.

I should've tried harder to stop Rosita and Sasha.

If they'd have just waited one more day...

Well, Sasha's a good shot,

and Rosita knows how to take care of herself.

Probably back at Hilltop right now.

Least I hope so. We're gonna need 'em.

There's a whole lot of people still got to die.

Hey, there.

You okay?

Can I get some water?

I should introduce myself.

I'm David.

I wonder if you remember me from last night.

Do you?

No.

Well, I can forgive that.

Last night was kind of a shitstorm.

I was the guy that gave the rope to the guys that tied you up.

I always keep some close.

There's just all kinds of fun and interesting things

you can do with rope.

God, you're pretty.

If I give you some water,

which is not something I'm supposed to do,

will you do something for me?

Something you're not supposed to do?

Will you?

Tell me how thirsty you are.

Go to hell.

Oh, shit.

Fighting's just gonna make it last longer.

Which, for the record, is fine by me.

David!

What the hell are you doing in here?

Negan, sir --

Do you really think I need you to answer that?

I can see that you're trying to rape this woman.

You were trying to rape this woman, weren't you?

This is some unacceptable behavior.

Rape is against the rules here.

I wouldn't wanna be somewhere where it wasn't.

Someone in charge who let something like that fly...

Whew.

David.

You really crossed a line here.

I'm sorry, sir.

You know what?

I do not accept your apology.

Negan:

Hey!

Get, uh...

Sasha.

That is a beautiful name.

Get Sasha here a new T-shirt.

I'm sorry you had to see that.

Sorry 'bout the rope, too.

Probably overkill,

but you did cause one hell of a fracas last night.

Oh, shit.

I remember you.

Yeah.

You were there.

Oh, hell. I get it now.

I got to hand it to you.

You've got some beach-ball-sized lady nuts on you,

coming in all kamikaze like that.

Big question here,

and I need the truth on this one --

Did Rick put you up to this?

Rick?

Your bitch?

No.

Either way, you must've thought it was gonna be the end,

coming in on your lonesome like that.

But that's not the way it's got to go.

Unh-unh. Just the opposite.

See, this...

Well, this could be the beginning.

This knife is yours now.

You can try to use it, take me out,

but considering I am standing above you,

holding a baseball bat,

that doesn't seem real smart.

Now, you can use it to slit your wrists,

which would be a damn shame, but I get it.

You're obviously not on the shiny side of the street,

given recent events.

Now, you can sit there and do nothin',

wait for ol' David to come back to life and eat your face,

also a damn shame and kinda nuts,

but, hell, to each their own.

Or you can use that blade and stop ol' Rapey Davey

from becoming Dead-Alive Rapey Davey,

save yourself, join the cause.

I know what I'd do.

What?

I'm a man short.