Hey, you good?
You are.
Previously on The Walking Dead: World Beyond.
If you did have a plan to turn around,
how would that even work?
Our last best chance is the Mississippi.
I'll spend the next day or two scouting ahead.
I wish I could have met your dad.
And your mom.
The pregnant lady we saw the night that Mom died?
I scared her and she shot Mom. I killed her.
Once upon a time, there was the world as we knew it.
A world with pets and homes,
grocery stores and hospitals,
jobs and weekends.
And then everything changed.
The people died, and then returned,
neither living nor dead.
The love they felt for anyone or anything, erased from memory.
Replaced by a hunger that could never be satisfied.
Everything we had counted on,
our advances in technology, our feats of engineering,
could not save us.
Roads crumbled, and cities fell into heaps of rubble.
And for those of us born right before?
The end of the world was our beginning.
Hey, stop. Stay where you are.
-Why are you spying on us? -I mean it, get back.
-Don't get any closer! -Hope, stop.
Don't get any closer.
-Drop your weapon and we'll talk. -No, no way.
-Stay there, big guy. -Think you could take him?
This'll poke an eye out as good as anything. Want to come closer?
Leave her alone!
Okay, fine. Here's how it's going to go.
You stay where you are, and I split.
Uh, you can drop that weapon now.
Alright, let me save you the mental exercise.
Your chances... are not looking that good.
Go on.
Elton. Silas.
Check the perimeter, see if he's got any friends.
Iris. Search him.
Look, I already told you.
I'm alone.
Look, you want to know the truth?
I was in the bushes, taking a leak, when I heard voices.
What, so you decided to rob us?
Nothing.
Huh.
Where's your stuff? Your food.
I don't have stuff. I don't have anything.
No signs of anyone else. Just him.
What is your name?
Percy.
Are you hungry, Percy?
Seemed like nice enough guys.
Mike and Tony.
Mike had this kind of... biker vibe.
You know, tats, full sleeves on both arms.
And Tony, not so much.
I don't think they knew each other, before.
Maybe they did. They bickered like an old married couple.
You know, about everything.
Which route to take, how much fish one guy had eaten, you know.
Bla bla bla.
As I said, they seemed like nice enough guys.
Well, they robbed my ass.
When did that happen?
A couple of days ago.
We'd gone to this settlement we heard was friendly to newcomers.
We heard wrong.
Maybe they just didn't like you.
We left in a hurry. Found a place to camp down,
fell asleep, and when I woke up, they were gone and so was my stuff.
I guess they finally agreed on something.
That's why I'm here.
To eat our beans?
I think they're at the abandoned town down the road. Andersonville.
I'm going back there to get back what's mine.
Hey, can I give you some advice?
Just be grateful they left you with your life and move on.
This isn't a vigilante-type deal.
It ain't about the principle of it all either.
Some things just can't be replaced.
I get that.
Just taking some extra precaution in case this kid's lying
and his buddies show.
Maybe we could give him some of our supplies now and he could go.
He doesn't really seem in a rush to leave.
So I'm totally screwed, alright?
I'm in Wyoming, it's the middle of February, right?
I'm trudging down I-90, just walking through two feet of snow.
I'm just praying for some sort of shelter so I can wait out the storm.
And that's when I hear them.
Moans so loud that you could feel the vibrations in the snow.
Now, I've seen herds of has-beens before, but nothing like this.
So I panic. I'm yanking on every car door.
No deal. Rusted shut.
Did you run?
I'm on a freaking overpass.
So, what did you do?
So, I uh... sat on a car roof and waited.
-Bullshit. -I did.
I told myself, you know...
The world was screwed up, so...
why fight so hard to live in it, right?
I shut my eyes,
and as the has-beens got closer,
I could hear them. Snow under their feet.
Feel them bumping into the car...
I braced myself for the end.
Nothing.
I opened my eyes...
It's a herd of bison.
Two hundred of them, just crossing the freaking overpass.
The most beautiful thing I've ever seen.
And after that, I was like,
"Screw death. I'm here for this."
Geez! That's wild.
Just to see something like that...
Yeah. Out here, the real is surreal, you know.
That spring, I saw a Ferris wheel in Orlando,
that had been turned into pelican nests.
Two hundred bison, that's amazing!
Wait...
You saw the bison that winter?
It's impossible to get from Wyoming to Florida in a couple of months.
Did I say that?
-I meant the year after. -No one stole from you.
-I'm... Look, I misspoke-- -No, you didn't.
Okay, Hope, does it really make a difference?
You didn't get your food and your pack stolen.
Hey, hey, hey, keep it down.
They stole your car. That's how you got from Wyoming to Florida so fast.
That's what they took, right?
Is this true?
About a year ago,
I saw a truck that had skidded onto the ice.
It must have just happened,
because the engine was still running and the driver was going from...
You know.
"Once was" to has-been.
Why did you lie?
You could have just told us they stole your car.
It's like saying there's buried treasure
and expecting you not to go digging for it.
It's not just a working truck, okay?
It's carrying barrels of refined fuel.
It's like winning the jackpot.
What if we help you get it back?
Iris.
For a price.
We help you get your truck back, you drive us where we need to go.
Where's that?
Does it matter?
No. There's no way those guys will give up that thing without a fight.
Alright? It's too risky--
With a truck, we avoid empties, we get there in half the time,
we don't have to worry about supplies.
Shouldn't we wait for Huck?
-For backup, you know. -Those guys could be gone by then.
Along with the truck.
Two of them.
Six of us.
But if they got guns, it doesn't matter how many of us there are.
Well, I've never seen any guns.
I mean, that wouldn't be the first thing that they hid from me, but...
We either get hurt, or we have to hurt them.
We do have the element of surprise on our side.
If we use that to our advantage,
it increases our chances significantly.
How do I know you won't take my truck and leave me in the dust?
We won't.
She gave you her word.
Out here, that doesn't mean much, big fella.
Please.
We need to get where we're going, fast.
It could be the difference between our dad living, and...
Look.
If we wanted to steal your truck, we would just take it.
With or without your help.
You already told us where it was.
So...
How about...
at dawn...
we go find ourselves a truck?
What was she like?
She was great.
Sunday mornings, she'd make French toast,
sing along with the record player...
Her voice sounded like a bronchial infection set to music, but...
I still like her version of Tiny Dancer the best.
Wait.
You were named after Elton John?
He is an icon!
That's very cool.
My mom was the coolest.
This helped me get to know her.
She saw death and decay as no better or worse than any of life's cycles.
She wasn't afraid of it.
What are you going to do with it?
The book, I mean. Like, after you finish it.
I'd like to pass it on.
You know, so it could help somebody with the big questions.
Help them feel less confused and alone, just like it has done for me.
That way, my mother will never be forgotten.
I'll help you finish it.
Yeah, collecting samples, taking pictures of worms, and stuff.
Whatever you need to finish it.
Thank you.
Hold on. You've read Hamlet?
Thanks. The surprise in your voice is very flattering.
Hey, big guy. I could fix that boot for you.
A little bit of charcoal and tree sap makes glue.
Mm-hm.
Do you know any other good tricks?
We've only been out of the University, like, a month.
What's the deal with that?
You guys had hot showers, and food, and beds.
If I had a cushy situation like that, I'd never leave.
Yeah. It wasn't as good as it sounds.
The University was like a bubble, you know?
If you're not careful,
you and your bubble friends will get killed out here.
Um, my friends and I made it through an inferno of empties
and crossed the Mississippi.
You were robbed, oh, and started a fight with a twig.
Between us, I think I'm doing just fine.
Whatever you say.
You want to know the real reason we're out here?
My dad.
He was sent to work on a project, but...
he's in trouble.
We're out here to find him. Save him.
You're lucky.
Still got somebody to save.
That's rare.
Even more than a working car.
Let me guess.
You joined me back here for my dazzling conversational skills,
or you really don't like that kid.
I don't.
I don't know why anybody else does.
Well...
We can't always control who we like.
Come on.
That's them. That's my truck.
Come on.
So how are we supposed to get it? Maybe we wait until it's dark?
I don't see any movement.
But they've got to be here. They were just driving the truck.
We need eyes on both of them before we do anything.
I say we smash and grab.
Move fast, and we'll be on the road before they even realize.
-You don't have the keys. -I can hotwire it in under a minute.
We shouldn't do this.
We're wasting time. We need to make a decision.
Rest of you, stay here.
I'll cover Percy.
Holy shit.
What is it?
Tony.
-Guess the bickering got worse. -Yeah.
We have to get out of here.
Chill. We are getting out of here. In this.
Damn it!
What? What is it?
They bolted a plate over the ignition wires.
Shit.
What's wrong?
Oh, shit.
-Oh, my... -Hey!
I told you to wait on the other side.
Let's go, alright? This is not happening.
No keys, but I got this.
What the hell do you think you're doing?
Getting those keys back.
Don't be an idiot.
You want to leave, then leave.
I got nothing left to lose.
We're going back to the campsite.
Hey! Are you crazy?
We said we'd help.
I'm going to.
Stop.
I'll go. Watch this.
It would be prudent to have a lookout out front,
in case Mike isn't there and he comes back.
Alright.
I'll come with you guys. As back-up.
You two keep an eye on our gear.
Come on.
That's the only one not boarded up.
Stay here.
Thought I heard something. In the back.
Flanking maneuver. You go left, I go right.
If Mike gets the jump on one of us, the other comes in from the side.
Go.
I can't take it. I'm going in.
But you...
But you promised Felix.
I don't trust that guy.
We can't keep being so afraid.
How are we supposed to save my dad
if we are always waiting for other people to save us?
You're...
talking about me.
-You think I'm-- -What? No.
No no no, that is not what I meant.
This is about me.
I won't stop you.
But your sister probably will.
There's probably a back way.
Jesus!
Damn.
You were ready to end me
-with zero hesitation. -Uh-huh.
-What are you doing here? -Figured you could use some help.
Where is Felix?
Checking the other side.
I was about to check upstairs.
Let's go.
Are you sure?
Wouldn't be here if not.
Come on.
We were doing fine by foot. Slow and sore, but fine.
Well, anything to get to your dad faster is worth it, right?
You know, I met your dad before he left for the Civic Republic.
I went to ask if he would read my mother's writing, and he did.
He's the one who encouraged me to finish the manuscript.
Really?
Yeah.
Even though he'd never met my mom, he still admired her research.
He actually kind of reminded me of her.
Ink stains on his fingers,
three coffee cups on his desk, all cold.
It's those little things I don't want to forget.
Elton...
Maybe we should focus instead of talking.
Right.
Hey.
Hey, hey!
That's my stuff.
Find Felix. Get the car started. I'll be down in a second.
-Don't, it's not worth-- -Screw that!
They took my stuff, I'm taking it back,
and I'm taking theirs.
Hey, Mike-- No, no, no, no, no!
-What was that? -Maybe Felix found Mike.
Percy.
Maybe we should see if he's okay.
Uh, I don't know. We told Felix we'd keep watch.
He stole our stuff!
The dead guy?
My mom's book, it's in my bag!
Percy!
What?
Hey! Hey, stop! Hey!
Go, go, go!
Help!
Iris!
Hope?
I can't get out, the wall's too high.
Don't worry. Felix and Silas are on their way. Are you okay?
I'm fine, I just...
Iris!
Are you hurt? What's wrong?
Iris!
Iris, we're here! We're going to get you out.
-Two. Three! -Felix!
Iris, it's okay, just hold on!
Go on, keep going!
Hope!
Iris, we're in!
Felix? Help!
Felix!
Go. Go!
Come on, hold them off!
Hope!
Felix!
Get in, more has-beens are coming.
Come on!
Let's go.
Come on.
I told you, kiddo. No good deed goes unpunished.
What good deed is that, huh? You conned us.
Yeah, we did.
We came back when we saw the has-beens coming.
Let's take the ride and leave them to become empty chow.
We saved all your asses!
When we saw the has-beens coming, my nephew had me turn around.
Should we be grateful you robbed us then changed your mind?
Out here, that's pretty much as good as it gets.
Keep your eye on the ball.
It's that one.
What? No.
No, no, that's crazy. I know it was there.
Oh?
So what? You're a professional scammer.
Young lady! For fifteen years, I was Tony Delmado,
resident illusionist at the Pair-a-Dice Lounge in Las Vegas.
Was your act all sleight of hand?
An aficionado! I like it.
Ah, I did a bit of everything.
Illusions, card tricks, even dabbled in ventriloquism.
Turns out knowing how to throw your voice is quite useful,
given the state of the world as it is.
As far as I'm concerned, I'm still in showbusiness.
For a small fee at friendly settlements,
we will perform.
That's why the makeup job is flawless.
And what are you? His protégé?
Uh...
Tony raised me when my mom split.
Percy's a quick study. He was grifting kids in the sandbox.
Uh...
It's how we get what we need without hurting people.
Wow. You guys deserve medals or something.
Hey.
Are you going to stay mad at me forever?
Forever.
It's cool, you don't have to keep pretending you care.
Cynical. I don't take you for a cynic.
No, you take me for everything I'm worth.
You know what the worst part is?
I really thought I had good instincts.
You do.
You came back up those stairs to help me.
See, I...
I've probably run this grift a dozen times.
People always take the keys and run.
But you didn't.
-What does that have to do with it? -You saw me as someone worth saving.
That's why I came back.
Because that's who I wanted to be.
I, uh...
I guess it's on me now to prove I can be more like you.
Hey.
You know, I'd love to read your mom's book sometime.
If you'd let me.
You would?
Yeah. Absolutely.
I might be the only person left in the world who saw her.
Who knew her.
But...
At least now someone else will know her too.
We need to talk.
As we say in my business,
we got ourselves a setup, but no punchline.
We both want the truck,
but only I know where to get more fuel.
This isn't as much of a conversation as it is... what?
Are you trying to play me?
Threaten me?
My nephew promised you a ride
and I intend to make good on that, but first,
I want to know about that fetching insignia you got there.
What, this?
It's, uh... the emblem of the University where we live.
As the saying goes, don't bullshit a bullshitter.
Especially one from Vegas.
I know whatever group's behind this doesn't mess around,
and they're close.
I've seen helicopters flying around with this symbol.
If it's so dangerous, why not leave?
It's a good thing I checked the driver's pockets
when we searched the truck.
I found something that pointed us to a refueling station nearby.
Now we got a routine down on how to get what we need
and avoid these assholes.
You didn't avoid us.
You're not them.
They're armed to the hilt in all-black uniforms,
you're a ragtag group of kids in homemade leather.
-What I want to know is... -What?
...if we get into a bind, can that patch of yours get us out?
Of course it can.
Great. Then tomorrow, we pick up your friend and we ride.
To wherever you want to go.
But first...
a little entertainment.
Some people make it look so easy.
What?
Starting over.
Mm.
Yeah.
I wish I knew which part of him was the lie,
and which part was real, you know?
He's the same as us.
We all have parts that we want people to see,
and parts of us that we try to hide.
It's all real.
Ladies and gentlemen, without further ado...
We welcome you to the end of the world.
Dr Belshaw.
Hello.
Yes, I'm still working on that, but--
Of course.
It will be taken care of by the time they arrive.
Dr Bennett won't be a problem. His security detail won't be either.
Of course.
Thank you, Lieutenant Colonel. His security detail won't be either.