03x02 - Haven

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Previously on Dead City...

- Hershel?!
- Mom!

Name's Dillard.

That is dastardly.

That is fresh.

Maggie, you should
bring your people here.

Everything the Croat said
about this place is true.

It is a fortress.

I need this one last thing from you.

- So what kind of doctor are you?
- Emergency medicine.

- Can I help?
- Come on.

Once we find the Dama,
who's left to stop us?

Half of Midtown is gone.

Our work is just beginning.

Go on and give it a shot.

Bingo.

I'm just warmin' up, though.

Just, just gettin' it
hot. Just gettin' it spicy.

More to come.

Five minutes, honey.

Yeah, I'm almost done.

Luis said he's gonna quiz
me on this at the party.

Thanks for usin' a drop cloth this time

instead of the tablecloth.

Come here.

Hi.

I brought you a little somethin'.

The last bag of French
roast from Bruegel's stash.

I'm not sure if my wife's gonna
be happier to see me or this.

If she even recognizes you.

I appreciate it.

I really wish you weren't leavin'.

'Cause you're gonna miss me so much?

- I don't like it.
- I get it.

You're worried you're
gonna lose this place.

You and Renata really
got something here.

It's made you different.

Between us gettin' captured
and almost gettin' k*lled,

I used to wonder what you
were like before all this.

Now I have some idea.

I'ma keep my mouth shut about
what you got here, Maggie.

- You can trust me.
- I do...

And I don't.

Anybody on the road asks
me where I got this bag

full of beans, I'ma tell 'em the truth.

Boston.

Look, I know it's your job
to protect this place, but,

even if I did tell anyone,

you'd see us rollin' in
from literally a mile away.

Luis, por favor...

Red light, everyone, red
light. You know what to do.

Away from the windows. Andale.

- I'll head up.
- Right behind you.

Renata and Maggie are at it again.

Looks like a couple of your
friends from New Babaloo.

Haven't seen survivors in weeks.

I wonder what the hell
they're doin' up here.

You see anything?

No.

The Dama needs food.

We need food first!

No, no, no, she needs it first.

I haven't eaten in two days...

They're tryin' to help someone.

We feed her. She feeds us.

The Dama feeds our minds, our souls.

Because we never signed
any notarized treaty

to join their community.

Hey, hey.

I am asking him right now. Stop.

Titicaca wants to know when
the sweet jams can return.

How many times I gotta
ask you to stop pretendin'

like you can talk to
those toothless freaks?

How many times do I gotta tell you I can

decipher multiple phrases? Desires.

Negan, are you there?

Okay.

Deal's a deal: stop light
goes on, so does the walkie.

See, I am a good little boy.

You got eyeballs on these guys?

It sounds like they're over by you.

Limpy McGee and Trotter?
Yeah. What are they sayin'?

They're lookin' for food for the Dama.

sh*t, the Dama eats? I
thought she just sucked blood.

This is what we've been waitin' for.

Don't tell me that you're drunk.

No such thing. Let's go get her.

Okay.

Who is the Dama?

She is a big d*ck
who's about to get hers.

I gotta tell ya, man,

I never thought we were
gonna get rid of ya.

Actually wantin' to be with my family?

- I know it's a foreign concept.
- Ouch. Well, that stings.

See? I'll tell you why.

'Cause the sad truth
is, Annie and Joshua?

They are better off without me.

The happy truth is: I'm
better off without them.

Livin' in a bar that
smells like rotting flesh.

Okay.

Dama's Broadway babies!

Who feeds us more than merely bread?

And fills our soul and fills our head?

Who kindles dreams o'er the day?

Whose shining brilliance guides the way?

Who sees the future like Nostradama?

Who indeed, but our fair Dama?

Well, Holy Jesus,

I have taken more
poetic shits than that.

We're not here to hurt you.

That, though?

I mean, I'm not much of a painting guy,

but those are some sweet-a*s boobies.

These are the two hilltops of kinship.

Together, they form the
foundation of civilized...

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Those are boobies.

Have you ever seen an honest to God...

- Are you done?
- Well, no.

I mean, look, those are
some hot alien boobies.

We saw you scavenging. We brought food.

We have more food at
home than you could eat.

We have a doctor, too.
He can set you right.

I'm headin' back to
New Babylon tomorrow.

If you'd rather come home,
there's room on my boat.

Sounds amazing.

A bunch of strangers who wanna help us

and who don't want anything from us?

We just want you to tell
us where the Dama is.

- That's all you have to do.
- I saved these men.

They were injured.

Not just their bodies, their minds.

They couldn't dream. I fixed them.

But the first thing that you dream is

not to let anyone
stop you from dreaming.

You stopped Hershel.
But you didn't stop me.

And you can't stop them.

Oh, yeah. I mean, however
are we gonna stop them?

Leave now. You'll live.

But your dreams will die.

- Damn it.
- You are gonna get

these boys k*lled!

"Once more unto the breach,

"dear friends, once more;

or close them all up
with our English dead."

- Go now! Please!
- "In peace... "

Drop your weapons.

"There's nothing so becomes a man

as modest stillness and humility."

Please just turn around.

- All of you.
- "But, when

the blast of w*r... "

- God damn it!
- Drop your weapons!

"Stiffen the sinews... "

"Summon up the blood... "

God, that was stupid!

Go.

Go!

Fight!

Fight, you coward!

There.

- It's over, Dama.
- The end is never really the end.

Look out!

Son of a b*tch.

There she goes. Get up! Hurry!

No!

You selfish swine!

Your son...

was gonna shape the future of this city.

But you couldn't let that happen.

You had to lure him away.

I will see Hershel again, and when I do,

he will understand
the error of his ways.

Sure.

Keep talkin'... Please.

You don't need to k*ll her.

Oh, no. She absolutely needs to die.

No!

Where's The Croat?

He obviously built these for you.

Where is he?

Dead.

Th... and where did you get these tanks?

Eat.

Not in here.

I can't be in here.

Why haven't you k*lled me yet?

Maggie...

I... I... I might have...

... underestimated you.

Maybe you are where
Hershel gets his spark.

I wanna help, Maggie.

I want this city to be restored.

It's all I've ever
wanted. This hospital was a

great start, but you
need to think bigger.

Enough of these tanks, you
can power this whole island.

We just need to talk about it more.

So I can paint pictures for you?

So I can k*ll for you?

I had a vision. I have knowledge.

Central Park used to be farmland.

These lofts, factories...

There's an entire civilization
just waiting to be unleashed.

There is.

Maggie!

Maggie!

- I don't think I'm ready yet.
- You are.

Remember: one breath, one motion.

Hey!

Somebody get me a g*dd*mn
needle, I'll do it myself!

It's just skin. His
is obviously very thin.

So glad I get to be, like,
your practice dummy here.

What the hell are you even doin' here?

What does it look like?

I'm watchin' my son put a needle
through your flesh repeatedly.

Why don't you go get your son, like,

a shot of hooch to calm his nerves?

Just 'cause you don't like needles,

you don't have to take it out on him.

Oh, yeah. Obviously, I have a real

aversion to needles, needle d*ck.

Look, Sparky...

I have saved your life multiple times.

Why are you scared of me?

Why would anyone be
weirded out by the dude who

spends all day playing video games

in his walker bar?

I mean, how'd you even get this?

One of those empty bottles of yours

try to jump out and bite ya?

He doesn't know?

She's downstairs. She's locked up.

She is never gonna hurt you, I promise.

There's no need to be afraid.

I know this is wrong, but...

I think if I was there, I would
have wanted to k*ll her, but...

Everybody in the room wanted that.

But I don't know if I could've.

Sometimes I worry, you know,

when it's my time to k*ll a person,

that I won't be able to do it.

Is that somethin' you can teach me?

So realistically, what
are our options here?

What? We really just have two?

k*ll her or keep her locked
up for the rest of her life?

Or we could try to rehabilitate her.

- You ever seen that work?
- Yeah, I have.

You think it'll work with her?

- I don't know.
- Okay.

If we keep her locked up in
jail, we are using resources.

And I'm not just talking about food.

If we're sayin' that she is
so dangerous that she can't

be outside of a cage,

then we need someone to
guard her to make sure

that she never gets outta that cage

and probably another guard
guarding the first guard,

since we clearly can't
leave her alone with anyone.

Or we k*ll her.

And all we lose are the values
we built this community on.

Bulllllllll shiiiiiit.

Excuse me?

Look, if the values of
this community are keeping

a m*rder*r around, then
best of luck to you.

I know for a fact

that you have k*lled innocent people.

- Should we just k*ll you, too?
- Yeah.

See, the issue here is...

I am not in your community.
See, I reside in f*ck-you-ville,

f*ck you.

Nothing lasts unless you are

willing to do the most
brutal sh*t imaginable

to keep it, and that, my
friend, that ain't you.

You are correct. That ain't me.

And if that is a problem for
you, then congratulations.

You definitely made the
right call hiding out

in that stinky bar of yours.

Look...

you can go downstairs and k*ll
the lady that wanted to k*ll

you and Hershel or you
can listen to this lady

who's gonna get you and Hershel k*lled.

It's your call.

I know the Dama, and
Negan knows her, too.

We have all been terrorized by her.

What she had the Croat do to us?

No one makes the right decision
when they're scared or angry.

And I... I am really trying
to hold the light here, Maggie.

I really am, but...
I don't know if I can.

May not have to. She's not eating.

I was just down there

and she looks like she's
been malnourished for a while.

She keeps up this hunger
strike, she won't last for long.

Then maybe we let her make the decision.

I mean, if she's set on killin' herself

in the most painful way possible,

starvin' herself to death?

I don't see anything wrong
with givin' her another option.

It doesn't have to be slow.

Just do me a favor and drop it.

How can I drop it, okay?

If you're sayin' I can't understand,

them, you're sayin' I'm a liar.

No, what I am saying
is stop pretendin' like

- you can understand...
- Again with the pretending.

I'm not pretending.

I am...

- I'm adapting.
- Jesus Christ.

- No...
- Hold on, it's okay. It's okay.

His name is Chaz.

Hey, don't poke the bear.

Okay...

Poor b*stard's a Jets fan.

Get outta my way.

Move!

Damn c'mon! Let's go,
let's go, let's go!

Up this way!

Move!

You good?

You're not funny.

These f*ck, they have teeth.

And nails.

They aren't your little pets

at the bar.

They are death on two
feet. Do you hear me?

Yeah.

I can't believe

I even have to say this at
all after all these... years.

You pull somethin'

like that again, I will
chat you up with a tire iron.

Hey...

That's how deadies say "I'm sorry."

I used to be a cop. I
used to work undercover.

When you go deep,
it's not you, you know?

But it is, right?

Whoever you are, it's
not. But it has to be.

And for years, when I
went dark, it was me.

And it was someone else.

I'm holed up in that bar for ages.

I knew I didn't understand 'em.

I had to pretend or
I would've gone crazy.

sh*t, maybe I did. I don't know.

Maybe I don't really
know what is happenin'.

I do know one thing.

When you play a part for too long,

it becomes a piece of who you are.

And no matter what, there is no
way it's ever gonna leave you.

So a part of me is always
gonna be the guy that had

to unload shipping
containers full of girls.

And a piece of me is always
gonna understand them.

It's f*ck' boobies.

I talked to the doctor. I'm not eating.

- I will not be here.
- I know.

I stood across from Negan
when he was in a cell.

He wanted me to k*ll him,

and I didn't 'cause I
wanted him to suffer.

I'm not gonna k*ll you and
I don't want you to suffer.

You aren't gettin' out of here, okay?

But you can share the
things that you know.

You can try to make up
for what you've done.

You can change.

Take a bite.

Or don't... There's the knife.

It is your choice.

Hey... Ah?

I put 'em away.

They're in my room. I
needed... needed a break.

I think I'll be...

I'll be a little better if they're not

down here so much, right?

Okay, yeah, I think, uh...

I think that's... that's
probably a good idea.

Hey, I was wonderin', um...

You wanna show me how to play

that video game you always playin'?

I mean, uh, do you want to?

You want me to?

Get ready, my friend, to sh*t a d*ck.

I'm about to ground your raw
a*s till you moo, patty cake,

My brother, you could not hit a
cow's a*s with a f*ck' banjo.

Oh, f*ck you all ba*ls. I had you.

And a dong in the bush
is worth two in the hand.

Uh oh!

- Come on, come on, come on!
- Uh-huh...

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on, come on, come on!!!

God damn it!

Gargle a chainsaw.

- That was... I had that sh*t.
- Ooh, someone is saltier

than Moby d*ck's d*ck.

You know, that's really funny,

'cause I just heard that the blue whale's
vag*na is now the second-largest p*ssy

in the world next to you.

Which you would probably
know somethin' about

because your mom's name was Sheet Cake.

And every time she went to a
party, everybody got a slice.

Your mom actually is a lovely woman.

I won't trash her, but
she should've swallowed ya.

- That's a fact, actually.
- Hey.

Margaret, what brings you to
the wrong side of the tracks?

You got a sec?

All right, you best keep practicin'.

You best bite curbs, baby.

Pow! Pow!

Okay?

Why did you stay here?

The day we buried Ginny, you
were ready to get on a boat.

Why did you stay?

It wasn't to sit on that
couch all day, was it?

No... No.

I thought I would
check out a Knicks game.

Could you f*cking not?

Are you okay?

I don't want her to have a choice.

I wanted to k*ll her in that theater,

and I want to k*ll her now.

All right. Why are you tellin' me?

Because you're the only
one that understands.

So, k*ll her.

This place is special.

It's the last, best hope for any of us.

Hershel most of all.

With all the supplies
that we got from the gangs

and New Babylon and
everything that we brought down

from the Bricks?

We've got weapons, we've got
food, we've got electricity.

We're not startin' from
zero with what we know

or with what we have.

And you're one of the lessons.

- You didn't k*ll me, huh?
- I didn't.

You ever consider
that maybe I'm just one

of the extra special cases?

You aren't.

I am.

All right, so...

You're lookin' to play
the Keep People Alive game?

I've played it many times myself.

That game is rigged.

See, in order to keep people alive?

You have to k*ll a whole
bunch of other people.

Sooner or later,

you're gonna k*ll the wrong
person and get all spun out.

And then you can't
k*ll the right person.

It is easier to steer clear.

- That's how she thinks.
- It's the truth.

So this is it?

This is it.

You could help build something.

A sand castle in a hurricane.

You don't think maybe...

you could do something

for people after everything you've done?

Everything I have done
was trying to help people.

I am done doin'.

That day with the Croat...

We went through
something. At least, I did.

And I thought that you did, too.

You know, I finally figured
out why he let you stick around.

You are just as dead as his friends.

How'd that go, pretty smooth?

Yeah, just like silk.

Oh, hey there, fella. Who let you out?

Someone leave the door open
to 3-1-5 again? Check him.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Dude, dude, dude...

Dude...

- Okay?
- Yeah.

It's bad for the skin.

- I'll be outside.
- Appreciate it.

Hey... Look, I, uh...

I just wanted you to
know that I am not dead.

I went through some sh*t that day too.

Okay.

I'm just... I'm never
gonna live in this building.

It... I don't know. I... it's not safe.

Not safe because you can't k*ll
whoever you think needs to be k*lled?

No. Just listen.

When I started out with the Saviors,

we wanted to keep it small.

Right.

But the numbers, they
didn't... They didn't work out.

You have to have enough people
to keep enough people going.

- The Saviors...
- Listen, you don't wanna live

in a place where you have
to play executioner, right?

- That is the old world.
- No. You're wrong.

The reason the old world worked
was because there was wardens

and prison guards and judges and
cops and lawyers and the people

that made the f*ck'
lunches for the lawyers.

So you're saying more people?

A sh*t ton: more than the
Hilltop, more than the Saviors.

That is how you make this place
the kinda safe that you want.

Do you really think we could
bring back the old world here?

I don't know that I'd want to.

'Cause I've been tryin'
to keep this place secret.

But maybe... Maybe...

But the truth is, we have enough food.

We could triple our population
and still have enough.

And then we could train more
doctors and more engineers.

We could plow Central Park.

Grow more food, bring
in even more people.

Ah but the thing is, you don't
want just more people, Maggie,

you want good people.

And I hate to be the
one to break it to you,

I don't know that there's
a lot of good people left.

You were a gym teacher.

And then the world
changed and people changed

because they got scared.

You take away that fear...
Alexandria... The prison...

When we had enough,
before things went bad,

people started to change for the better.

Not all people. Some
people can't change.

Those are the people you'll
have the judges and the lawyers

and the wardens for.

You're wrong.

I guess we'll find out.

From the beginning,

all you've been doing is tryin'
to keep this place a secret.

The red lights, the
cameras, the window panels...

- I know.
- You said that if

anyone found out about this place,

they would k*ll us
all to try to steal it.

I know.

Okay. So has any of that changed?

Those people would k*ll
us all to try to steal it.

And that is why we need more people.

We need enough people to be
able to fight back all comers.

We do what you're proposing
and bad people could

be on our shores tomorrow.

And we'll be ready for them.

We'll have sentries posted
all along here, every point.

Anybody comin' across
this river, we can see 'em.

With our armory, we're gonna
be more prepared than they are.

But why even entertain the notion?

This is the best that any of
us have ever had it, Maggie.

We have a pantry full of food.

A pantry that is getting less
and less full every single day

with no way to replenish it.

Winter will be here before we know it,

and that is when people
get the most desperate.

Desperate people are the most dangerous.

We bring in more people,

we can start plowing Central Park.

Maggie, we have a hospital.

A hospital that is only
as good as its doctors.

We've got one doctor.

God forbid anything should happen

to Luis before he starts
trainin' some more people.

These people coming across,
we could have more doctors.

Okay look, I get what
you're saying, I do.

I understand your argument,

but my ultimate job is to
keep people alive today.

I... I'm sorry, Maggie, I can't do this.

Listen, Renata...

When I was in charge at the
Hilltop and the Bricks...

I thought the exact same way.

I could only concentrate
on what was in front of me.

I didn't have what we have now.

I didn't have the
opportunity to think ahead.

And I know that this goes
against everything the world

has taught us; I know that it's scary.

But you're always saying you
can't make the best decisions

when you're scared.

Maggie, I have my little baby
niece I have to think about

And I have my son.

And I understand they're safe right now,

but they're not secure.

And if we don't open up,

what kinda future do we have for them?

I believe in you, Renata.

I believe you can keep us
alive today and tomorrow.

We have what we have right now,

and it is up to us what we do with it.

Who do we wanna be?

Hey!

We just wanna help you.

Will you let us do that?

Will you let us just help you, please?

Remember what I said at the theater?

It still stands.

It's okay.

It'll be okay... okay?

Armstrong!

I hope you found a cab

to take you all the way across town.

How many times we gonna say goodbye?

I know. It's the last one, I promise.

I, uh... I was wrong before.

You can tell people about this place.

We want people to come, good people.

I surely will.

I want you to come back.

I know that you're goin' home
to see your family, but...

I hope you'll come back, all of you.

I appreciate it. I do, but...

I'm not comin' back here.

At least not for a while.

You're not goin' back just
for your family, are ya?

New Babylon needs me.

With the army gone,

I know things have probably
changed there and, if not,

there are a few of us who've
been waitin' on a chance

to change it.

- This is it.
- If anybody can do it, you can.

Thank you.

And once I do,

you better believe that the
two of us are gonna have a lot

to talk about.

You can tell your
drawling counterpart...

this tuna casserole
is pedestrian at best.

- What?
- I thought you might be dead.

Now I get to k*ll ya.

- I'm armed.
- Cool.

Help!

Someone come down here!
Help! Somebody come down here!

Help me! Help!

- Insane, right?
- Someone come down here!

No guards. A psychopath like you?

And no one but little ol'
me to keep this place safe.

Hey, you okay?

Once we pull that switch,
there's no turnin' back.

I know that you have a plan to deal

with any bad people who
might be drawn our way...

You're worried about the island?

It's like I told you.

No Christos, no Bruegel, and no Croat.

What about the guy
who trained The Croat?

Negan has changed.

But it's still in him, Maggie.

And that... That's bad.

Honestly, the thing that scares me is...

I don't know if it's
bad for them or for us.

Ain't no fun when the
rabbit's got the g*n.

Ready?

Here we go.

What do you think it means?

I think we should see.

Put your weapons down, everyone!

Weapons down!

I need to know that I can trust you

if sh*t hits the fan.

We're going on lockdown.

With everything happening,
we can't be too careful.

Two groups of people.
But only one can stay.

So we're gonna play a game.

Hey, I am Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

My character this year
has a new best friend,

as does Jeffrey Dean Morgan.

This is Jimmi Simpson, everybody.

Hi, everybody.

Name's Dillard. Scotch or brewski?

Dillard is like the weird neighbor

that everybody keeps their eye close on

because he might invent something

that makes life so much easier,

but he also might burn the block down.

- It's a medium of Jimmi.
- Is it okay to cross camera?

- That's great.
- Okay.

The character on the page was great,

but then add Jimmi to that mix

and then let Jimmi do
Jimmi things to him.

It was like, oh, boy, I don't
know what's gonna happen today,

but it's gonna be fun.

Uh...

His name is Chaz.

He really desires connection.

And he's found that walkers just accept

and don't hold anything against him.

Poor b*stard's a Jets fan.

Whether or not they're
actually hearing him,

he feels they are, and
when they make a sound back,

whether or not they're
actually responding to him,

he feels that they are.

He's one of the greatest
gifts to our show.

He's an absolute gem of a person.

I'm so just grateful for him. -A joy.

- Yeah.
- A joy.

Now we're going to take
you on a tour of a bar.

Let's do it!

Jimmi's bar that Negan calls home now.

Welcome to the bar.

Cheers.

Negan instantly kind of said,

"I would like to spend more time here."

- This is my kind of vibe.
- Yeah.

- That's Bruce.
- You brought that in personally?

No, but I should have.

I could have. I feel like
I had one in my treehouse.

- Serendipity do.
- It was a serendipity do.

You got that artwork over there
that you selected from the...

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Negan loved this particular
piece because of, well,

how do I say, the shape.

Here, pan over.

The shape of the hills
intrigued Negan a lot.

Those are some sweet a*s boobies.

These are the two hilltops of kinship.

Together they form the
foundation of civilized...

No, no, no, no, no, no.

- Those are boobies.
- Are you done?

What about your fascination
with video games?

You want to show me how
to play that video game

you're always playing?

- Do you want to?
- You want me to?

Very relatable Negan quality of him

just honking on video games for hours.

- I like my video games.
- Just taking a break.

Oh, we got the food
chain through that door.

We got those maggots
maggin' on the deady.

Yeah, you got the froggies
frogging on the maggos.

Of course we got the turks
turkin' on the froggies.

And see the little things on the tables?

Me and c*ck's about to
start a game of f*ck, marry, k*ll.

Titicaca is being a wet blanket,

so we could use a third.

They are my friends,

but they don't always
choose their actions.

So we just kind of strap
them down to make sure,

you know, things don't
get too out of hand.

I like that Negan has
totally gotten used to them.

But Negan might be a little
bit worried about Dillard, also.

Oh, sh*t.

This bar allows everybody
in this Walking Dead world

to sit together and
forget their troubles

that are just outside that
door, if only for a short while.

For a minute, I thought
it was Norm from "Cheers".

Come on in.

Norm!

- Negan!
- Neegs!

- See ya.
- Have fun coming to the bar, you guys.