Previously on The Walking Dead: World Beyond.
Omaha and the Campus Colony are gone.
What?
I kicked a hornets' nest, asked too many questions.
All I know is they want me dead.
What about the others? You said you found one.
We believe it's Silas Plaskett.
-What is this place? -The Perimeter.
This is the head of the council that runs this place.
Indira.
-I was very happy to get your call. -You were right.
I wasn't gonna make it alone.
That's what you get.
-What are you-- -Hey! I picked up your trail.
Are you alright? You hurt?
He was going to find me.
We gotta get out of here.
Wait! They'll find him like this.
Oh, shit. Go, let's go.
Hear it?
-Heard something. Scan your lane. -They heard us.
We can't let them hit the ground.
I lost my knife. You gotta do it.
Do it!
Gamma Five, Gamma Five, this is base team.
-Lane clear to marker six. -Stay down.
…north to northwest, over.
Gamma Five, copy.
Delta One Four, over.
Should I even ask her questions, or…
just let her tell me when she's ready?
Who knows what she saw out there, what she had to do.
And then to find out what happened to everybody back home, it's just…
-I can't-- -But…
She'll be here.
That's what's important.
And Iris…
They know where she is, right?
By this time tomorrow, they'll have her and Felix back here too.
Safe.
Just like Hope.
-What time is it? -I know. It's late.
-I… It's just, I need to… -I should probably…
-…get the other room ready. -It's okay.
I… I do… want them to know about this.
Just, when the time is something close to right.
The time will be "something close to right" soon.
What?
I just can't stop thinking, if…
I hadn't mentioned her to Sergeant Mills…
-It's not classified information. -Still, I…
should have known.
No useful data here goes to waste.
Okay.
Maybe, um…
Maybe we need to be scientific about this.
You know, if we allow for secondary interpretations of data,
viewed from a more holistic vantage point,
your indiscretion saved my daughters' lives.
-If they hadn't left when they did-- -You're being kind.
I'm being honest.
-I'll see you tomorrow. -Okay.
Make a wish.
Here's some protein.
Dad, Dad! I turned 17, I didn't become a weightlifter.
Sorry. It's…
just the thought of you being hungry.
I wasn't.
Okay? Felix took really good care of us.
I could go without another can of beans for the rest of my life, but…
We were luckier than most.
Did you…
Were you ever in any kind of danger?
Would it be okay if we just didn't talk about it?
Yeah. Yeah, of course.
Honestly?
The hardest part about being out there was worrying about you.
Not knowing if you were hurt…
But seeing you okay,
it makes it all worth it.
I just wish I knew if Iris and Felix were okay too.
They are.
We toughened up a lot out there, you know.
You should see Iris.
She's gotten pretty good at killing 'em.
Empties, I mean.
The CR's military…
They approach everything with an ice-cold pragmatism
that I was never on board with.
-I had no idea that-- -Dad, Dad…
-You don't have to explain. -No. I do.
You see, even though I'd always been careful not to push you,
so you could choose your own path,
there was always a part of me that hoped, someday, you'd choose mine.
And now, here you are, with me, in the exact same place,
without any choices at all.
So we just have to go along with it?
I don't know.
What about the one in the jacket?
-Right here? -Mm-hm.
It's the right height.
-He's a little thin, but maybe-- -A little?
He's practically dust.
We got to keep looking.
I got this.
Hey. You good?
Yeah, I'm fine.
There's a gully a mile north. Dumdums sometimes build up there.
Yeah, but even if we get lucky, we'd still have to be--
If you've got a better idea, I'd love to hear it.
Okay.
You told us coming out here was dangerous. I…
I get it. If I were you, I'd be mad too.
So why did you?
Yeah. Why did you?
I don't think it was empties.
The CRM, they killed Romano.
They tried to kill Will. They were willing to kill all of us.
So why not everybody back home? Or Omaha?
Wait. You think that the CRM was behind all of this?
-Why else would they cover it up? -I don't know.
But we're talking 100,000 people here.
And you're saying, what? They wanted all of us just dead? Why?
We weren't a threat.
Maybe we had something they wanted.
They wanted Hope.
You saw how far they went to take her.
I'd be lying if I said it hadn't crossed my mind too.
Hold up.
I think we got a winner.
Only needs to work from a distance.
You two go grab the solider. I'll take him.
We'll meet at the drop-off. Hey.
It'll work.
Come on.
Tell me your name.
Uh, Silas. Plaskett.
What's yours?
Dennis. Did they find you alone?
Uh…
Yeah.
We still in New York?
Try for the knife, I'll stop you, and you'll go to prison.
Probably for a long, long time.
You gonna tell me where we're going, or…?
One less to worry about.
We're here.
Lieutenant Colonel. Dr. Bennett is asking to see you.
Yeah, send him in.
Dr. Bennett. How are you doing?
How's Hope settling in?
Well, she found out everyone she knew back home was killed
after she was tricked into coming here, so…
With respect, there won't be any "settling in"
until her sister and Felix are safe.
Understandably. It's why bringing them in is our top priority.
I want to join the team that's going to get them.
They should be met by a familiar face,
not a bunch of helmets.
Unfortunately, that's not possible. The extraction team already left.
I dispatched them as soon as I heard.
I will update you personally, Dr. Bennett--
Like you've updated me on my security detail?
Oh… Um…
I'm sorry.
Air reconnaissance showed a large column passing through their area,
and it delayed their return.
Like the others,
I'm sure they'll get here safe and sound before you know it.
Your daughters' journey must have come as a shock.
You manipulated them into traveling over a thousand miles, unprotected.
Staff Sergeant Mallick is more than capable of dealing with any threat.
Oh, right.
Huck. Your mole.
That's how much my daughters' safety meant to you. You sent one soldier.
That, uh…
That one soldier means more to me than one million.
Jennifer Mallick is my daughter.
I want the rest of my family here, tonight.
Or I'm done working for you.
You don't work for me, Dr. Bennett.
Your efforts are for the Civic Republic, as are mine.
We protect the CR and we secure resources.
Your daughter is one such resource.
When we opted to deliver her here, to you,
it was on condition she change.
We knew that you'd discover that, and we knew that she would too.
She was raised behind walls.
I needed her to experience and see the world as it is
in order for her to understand the stakes and to see her role.
We were willing to do that, even if it meant you forgetting yours.
We wouldn't enter into a plan like this
without running a full psychological profile on both you and her.
We knew, however angry you would be,
and however betrayed you'd feel,
you would still keep working towards what was most important:
building an apparatus of knowledge and research
to save humanity.
Nothing's more important to me than my family.
Oh, of course.
So you repeatedly told them in the transmissions that we intercepted.
But you left them, didn't you?
You broke our laws, Dr. Bennett. You put them at risk.
We were the ones who chose to look away.
What was it you said? It was an error in judgement?
Word of advice: I wouldn't make any more.
You're excused.
Any update on our missing soldier?
Six teams have been scouring all morning. Still nothing.
And what about the missing member of Dr. Bennett's security detail?
Trail's gone cold.
You think there's a connection?
Ready a transport.
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
Did you see her?
She's right there.
That's her, right?
Hope, hi.
Sorry.
I… I saw you sitting there,
and I recognized you from the photo on your dad's desk.
The one where you're wearing a satin gown with combat boots?
Right. Yeah. Winter formal.
Um, I'm Lyla, a colleague of his.
Uh, I know your dad was supposed to meet you,
but he's waiting on an update on your sister.
I was thinking I could give you a tour?
Or we could do it some other time if that's better?
No, no, it's cool. Show me everything.
Put this on.
Keep moving.
Webb.
Report.
Reeled in a B04, sir. Dead battery. Put him in Two.
Finishing the stage-sixers, then it's clean-up and load-up.
Should be done by 18:00.
-Right on schedule. -Good.
No turned unstoned, yeah?
-Dude. -What? It, it was clever.
Really wasn't.
Webb, Tiga, Grady, this is Plaskett.
Plaskett is joining us here in decontamination.
You're all responsible for training him and setting him up with gear.
Kill it.
Stab and twist.
And I want a count of those damaged killsticks on my desk before sundown.
Yes, sir.
Back to work.
No turned unstoned? Get out of here with that shit.
TCFT. Too Clever For Tiga.
So what was this place before?
Before the world turned?
It was a government-funded educational research lab.
It housed experiments in dark matter and neutrino physics.
And before that, it was an old diamond mine.
The shafts and rock stability were ideal for experiments
that required shielding from the sun's cosmic radiation.
And now…
We are using the labs for our own purposes.
Come on, I'll show you.
Down here, we're laying the foundation
to one day find out why the world turned.
So, you're trying to find a cure.
Pinpointing what inside us makes us turn -
whether it be fungal, bacterial, viral, or something else entirely -
sure, that's one part of it.
But it's also about finding a way
to get rid of the ones who have already turned.
By investigating and hopefully discovering
what keeps the dead animated,
what inside them slows their decomposition rates
and feeds their appetite,
we hope to one day turn off those triggers,
eliminate the dead as a threat,
and eradicate them from the Earth.
You think that's possible?
Wouldn't be here if I didn't.
-Don't you? -Just sounds a little far-fetched.
It's definitely a big-picture approach.
We teach you everything you need to know,
and as you research and investigate, you teach,
pass on that knowledge to the next generation, and so on.
So I just turned 17, and you already have my whole life planned out.
We also select all your meals for optimal nutrition as you age,
and have tests to help you find your ideal genetic mate.
Sorry. I couldn't resist.
Your dad's office is right up there.
-Hi. -Hey.
Oh, right. Those were the forms for the discrepancies.
I'll look them over first thing in the morning.
I'm almost positive it was just a data-entry error,
but I want to double-check, just to make sure.
-Thank you. -Okay.
Hey, is it cool if I meet you there?
I think I saw a bathroom with four walls,
and that's a pretty hard thing to pass up.
Your dad's lab is
right through this door, to the right, all the way at the end.
Need some help?
Um, yeah.
Yeah, I'm just looking for the bathroom.
For authorized personnel only?
Yeah, well everyone knows
that the best bathrooms are for authorized personnel only.
Right, yeah. No, I must have known, and forgot that I knew,
because that is definitely not a fake thing
that you are making up right now.
I'm Mason.
You're the new girl, right? Flown in yesterday?
-Yeah. How did you know that? -It's a pretty small place.
Right.
I'm sorry about what happened in Omaha.
That's why we're wearing the armbands.
Hey, if you're really curious about what's in there, allow me.
-This needed a warning sign? -They take their shit seriously here.
They don't want people helping themselves without permission.
But I'll break the rules for you if there's something you want.
I want a mop.
Mm-hm.
Okay, stop.
No, I'm screwing with you.
-Why would I want a mop? -I don't know.
I just wanted to see if you would do it.
Okay, you did it.
Well, hey, I'm, uh… I was gonna meet my study group later,
but I'm happy to show you around.
I'm actually already in the middle of a tour, so…
Do you mind if I ask your name?
You said it's a pretty small place,
which means you probably already know that.
I'll see you around, Hope.
They can't be trusted.
She killed a CRM solider with one of our weapons.
He's wanted by the CRM. They've put us all at risk.
We have a plan, and it'll fix that.
We're asking you to give us a chance to make this right.
They can't stay with us.
It's too dangerous.
Especially since they haven't been forthcoming.
You went through my stuff?
It's got the location of CRM supply drops, fuel depots…
-If they find out we have-- -They won't.
If our plan works, it won't just take some heat off me.
It'll help protect all of you.
We're just asking you to let us stay.
-You have to hide. Now! -What?
Shit.
-They only want me. -Come on.
-Oh, wait, my code books. -Go.
If we don't hand them over, you know what we'd lose.
And that's not what we're about. Not a word.
Lieutenant Colonel. This is a surprise.
Indira, I'm sorry to come unannounced,
although I'm sure your lookouts gave you ample warning.
Well, you're always welcome, anytime.
Thanks. I only wish this was a social visit.
Well, how can we assist you, Lieutenant Colonel?
I'm here because we're looking into something.
Is that one of yours?
It is.
Oh, wow.
It's beautiful.
Hm. I still have the one you did of Jennifer.
I love it.
How is your daughter?
We haven't seen her in… I…
What's it been? Two years?
Mm.
-Is she still on assignment? -She just returned home.
-Oh. -Yeah, it's good to have her back.
Oh, it's so much responsibility, isn't it?
Having so many people entrust
their well-being and their survival with you.
I'm here because of a security issue.
One of my soldiers went missing last night, not far from here.
Well, you're not thinking that one of my men--
Oh, no, no, no. Of course not.
I can't imagine anybody here would endanger our agreement.
No, we think it's someone at the facility
who's giving us a bit of bother.
Hm.
Well, we haven't seen any new faces.
I noticed your wall had some damage.
For your own security, I should have my soldiers search the village,
just to make sure that no one slipped in unnoticed.
No, no, no. That's not necessary.
The wall's been fixed, and our lookouts do a fine job.
They do, of course they do. You can never be too careful.
These are so lovely.
Hm. This one's new.
Oh, look at the detail…
Lieutenant Colonel, come in.
Go on.
We have eyes on 496, grid three, Watkins Glen.
Copy that. I'm en route. Out.
Well, looks like we've located our missing soldier.
I'm so sorry for the intrusion, Indira.
I hope that next time, we'll have an opportunity to talk more.
I'm sure we will.
Hey.
I was thinking it would be good
if your dad filled you in on what he's been up to here.
So, where is my dad?
Um, I'm not sure.
-But I know he really wanted-- -I know.
He really wanted to be here, yeah.
I…
I happen to know he loves you very much.
It's just, he…
He doesn't have a choice except to work this hard.
He's… He's doing it--
Yeah, for me, my sister, the future… I already know.
I've met…
so many parents who feel helpless now.
They…
want to make their own children's lives better.
They…
want to do something to fight this.
But they can't.
They don't have the knowledge, just the desire.
They're, um, relying on people like your father to do what they can't.
Can you imagine what being under that kind of pressure must feel like?
Hey.
Even though your dad's not here,
he can still fill you in.
Uh, can you hit the lights?
Greetings to our partners in the Civic Republic.
It's my pleasure to update you
on the progress we've been making here at the facility.
Last spring, we took the bio-recorder we've been developing
and fused it to the brain stem of a dead one.
Despite some glitches we're still working out,
it's given us the ability to record and transmit
the dead's biological responses to environmental stimuli,
and provided us valuable tracking data
that'll help us approximate and predict behavior.
We'd tried for years,
but your father cracked it in two months.
His mind is truly something else.
The program, while still in its infancy,
has already allowed us to collect troves of information:
small variations in brain chemistry,
variations in speed implying pursuit behaviors,
the effect of weather on movement and awareness…
Massive amounts of data
that'll open the doors to further avenues of research.
One of these avenues I've been exploring personally:
infecting the dead with strains of fungi that grow on necrotic flesh.
It's conceivable.
If we can modify an existing fungus,
then we can one day accelerate the dead's rate of decay,
virtually neutralizing them as an active mobile threat.
Now we'll hand things over to Dr. Ellis,
to talk about the progress he's been making in the field of…
Evidence points to a struggle, which led to this.
You're sure it's them?
We can deploy a recovery team to examine--
The bodies would wash away before they'd get here.
But we should try.
Let's limit this to authorized CRM personnel.
Dr. Bennett doesn't need more bad news tonight.
Sorry, I've… been meaning to straighten up in here.
Dad, it's okay.
All your stuff everywhere, it kinda feels like home.
I've been out trying to get an update on Iris and Felix,
and to be honest, I was trying to clear my head.
Lyla said she gave you a tour. What do you think?
Honestly? I…
I thought there'd be a lot more guard towers and attack dogs.
Yeah.
Oh…
Were you asking about your girlfriend?
Uh…
Uh. She told you?
She didn't have to. I saw her stuff in your bathroom,
and she called you brilliant, like, 89 times.
Yeah, well…
She's alright.
And if your work is important to you, then it's important to me too.
It is, but…
But what?
Iris and Felix.
They weren't at the retirement home.
The CRM is searching the area, but they haven't found them.
Uh, you and Huck took the truck,
and you said that Felix could barely walk, so how could he--
No, if they felt like they should move, Felix would move.
You sure there isn't something you're leaving out?
Whatever it is, I need you to be honest with me.
Hope?
What the hell's going on?
Thanks.
I, um…
I still, I don't understand. What happens here?
Few times a week, we lure the dead in with lights and music,
blow 'em up, then we clean 'em up.
So where, where do the parts go?
Resort in the Cayman Islands.
Uh, we take them off-site. We've got trucks.
Plaskett. Leave that.
Follow me.
So when the CRM finds people out there,
do they always send them here?
No.
What, so the others, like Grady and Tiga--
They signed on. Wanted to be a part of something bigger.
This?
You know this place was the first of its kind?
Now there are six others spread across the state, only bigger.
Stadiums, arenas…
All operated by trained military personnel.
All playing a role in an experiment in mass culling.
If the modeling's right…
we can clear out the state while the measures keep more from coming in.
We can gain a foothold.
We can start to bring back
what this place had in energy, agriculture, commerce…
This?
This is a training ground for that.
That's what we're doing here.
Starting over.
And is that what you're doing here?
I'm a mechanic.
Trucks, choppers…
I train the others, and I fix what's broke.
That trailer on the end, that's yours.
I'll be back in the morning. Until then, Webb's in charge.
Wait. You're leaving?
Where's he going?
RF. He's gonna drop off a dead one.
RF?
RF, like…?
The CR's Research Facility, yeah.
I'm gonna get there one day. Maybe as a guard.
That place can change everything.
Yo, man, why you asking? You know someone there?
Yeah. Secret lady friend, perhaps?
Maybe him and Dennis got that in common.
You haven't said much about what happened.
You doing okay?
Yeah.
It worked out.
We took some of the heat off of Will, Indira's letting us stay…
When I was in that room, I wasn't worried about getting caught,
or about this place getting torn apart because of us. I…
I was scared that I wouldn't get a chance to hit them back.
Hey.
You sure you're ready for this?
Hm?
Killing that soldier…
I thought I was numb.
I wasn't.
I was angry.
This… is war.
Even if they don't know it yet.
Yes, it is.
Come on.
And until we can figure out a way to hit 'em back…
Well…
At least we can hit something.
Yes. Hope seems to be coming around,
which is good, because we might need her help to bring her father around.
He will. He's anxious about his other daughter, but we'll find her.
It's not just that.
The whole…
manipulation to get Hope here…
It's eroded some of his…
enthusiasm towards the CRM.
Towards all the very promising work he's doing.
We'll need her to keep him motivated.
I thought that was what you were for.
I'm… doing my best.
I just hope it's good enough. Hm.
For his sake, and yours.
Um, Lieutenant Colonel? One more thing.
When will I be receiving the next test subject?
It's been a while since my last premortem,
and I'm assuming
Major General Beale's plans are moving ahead as scheduled?
They are, yeah.
I think you'll have what you need in time.
Thank you. 'll have what you need in time.