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Lucille

Ok so I got the script from transcripts.foreverdreaming.org. The rights go to them. I did tweak it a bit though. The part under the ~~ is from the last scene of "The Last Day on Earth" from season 6.

THIS IS A FLASHBACK!

"Negan! Let's get out of here!" Ron whispered to Negan in a blur of confusion as Deb and the redhead frantically entered the room. "What was her name again?"

"Ron! Let's go!" Deb whisper-yelled.

"Okay!" he whisper-yelled back.

"What do you mean?" Negan whispered to Ron, regarding his previous exclamation.

"I mean," Ron said secretly, "that I have a separate team of the best men remaining alive in the other room. These people don't want to fight back. So, I propose we ditch them when they aren't looking and fight back with the men."

"How many are there?" Negan asked.

"About three dozen or so."

"Alright then. Let's do it."

"Sir! Let's go!" James said, nearly talking above normal.

A unanimous "shh" was heard, quieting James.

"Okay! On three. Ready?" Negan asked rhetorically. "One...two...three!"

The small group stepped out the back door, looked for signs of foreigners, and rushed into the woods. A few minutes into the run, Ron motioned for Negan to follow him back to the camp.

"Everyone, arm yourselves! This is gunna get interesting," Negan commanded once they'd arrived where the two dozen were waiting.

"Let's go take back what's ours!"

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Negan was whistling again, armed with Lucille, waiting for Rick and his group. It was night. No wind was blowing, and the stars were barely visible. Gathered around some trucks were most of the two dozen, watching...waiting. At last, headlights appeared. Rick was here.

"Good."

One of the 24 walked up to talk to the new arrivals.

"Good. You made it. Welcome to where you're going. We'll take your weapons. Now. We can talk about-- We're done talking. Time to listen. That's yours, right? Yeah, it's yours. Okay. Let's get her down and get you all on your knees. Lots to cover. Hold up. We got it. Sure, sure. Gonna need you on your knees."

"Dwight!"

"Yeah."

"Chop-chop."

"Come on. You got people to meet," the Savior, Dwight said to the captives. "On your knees!"

"All right! We got a full boat. Let's meet the man," the first Savior sneered.

Out came Negan, Lucille draped over his shoulder like a piece of cloth.

"Pissing our pants yet? Boy, do I have a feeling we're getting close. Yep. It's gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon. Which one of you pricks is the leader?"

"It's this one. He's the guy."

Ron was standing in the back, shotgun in hand.  Negan sighed.

"Hi. You're Rick, right? I'm Negan. And I do not appreciate you killing my men. Also, when I sent my people to kill your people for killing my people, you killed more of my people. Not cool. Not cool. You have no idea how not cool that sh1t is. But I think you're gonna be up to speed shortly. Yeah. You are so gonna regret crossing me in a few minutes. Yes, you are. You see, Rick, whatever you do, no matter what, you don't mess with the new world order. And the new world order is this, and it's really very simple. So, even if you're stupid, which you very may well be, you can understand it. You ready? Here goes. Pay attention. Give me your stuff... or I will kill you. Today was career day. We invested a lot so you would know who I am and what I can do. You work for me now. You have stuff, you give it to me. That's your job. Now, I know that is a mighty big, nasty pill to swallow, but swallow it you most certainly will. You ruled the roost. You built something. You thought you were safe. I get it. But the word is out. You are not safe. Not even close. In fact, you are pegged, more pegged if you don't do what I want. And what I want is half your stuff. And if that's too much, you can make, find, or steal more, and it'll even out sooner or later. This is your way of life now. The more you fight back, the harder it will be. So, if someone knocks on your door...you let us in. We own that door. You try to stop us and we will knock it down. You understand?"

Rick was not so intimidated.

"What, no answer? You don't really think that you were gonna get through this without being punished, now, did you? I don't want to kill you people. Just want to make that clear from the get-go. I want you to work for me. You can't do that if you're dead, now, can you? I'm not growing a garden. But you killed my people, a whole lot of them. More than I'm comfortable with. And for that, for that you're gonna pay. So, now... I'm gonna beat one of you. This-- this is Lucille, and she is awesome. All this, all this is just so we can pick out which one of you gets the honor. Huh. Ugh, I gotta shave this thing," he said, rubbing his bearded chin.

"You got one of our guns. Whoa. Yeah. You got a lot of our guns. Shoot, kid, lighten up. At least cry a little," Negan said as he crouched and got into Carl's face.

"Ahem. You look awful. I should just put you out of your misery right now," he cooed at Maggie's pale, sickly face.

"No! No!" Glenn yelled, standing up and punching some Saviors as if he knew he could truly save his wife.

Soon enough, more Saviors gathered and tore Glenn apart from the others, landed some blows and put him back in line.

"All right, listen. Don't any of you do that again. Next time anyone moves, I will shut that crap down, no exceptions. First one's free. It's an emotional moment, I get it. Sucks, don't it? The moment you realize you don't know anything," the ruthless leader decreed.

Walking up to Carl and Rick, he said, "This is your kid, right?"

He laughed.

"This is definitely your kid. Just stop this! Hey! Do not make me kill the little future serial killer. Don't make it easy on me," Negan referred to the young sheriff.

"I gotta pick somebody. Everybody's at the table waiting for me to order."

Negan began his whistling again.

"I simply cannot decide."

Suddenly, he chuckled. It was low, evil.

"I got an idea. Eenie... meenie... miney... mo... catch... a tiger... by... his toe. If... he hollers... let him go. My mother... told me... to pick the very best one... and you... are... it."

He had chosen his victim. It was time for death.

" Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boy's other eye out and feed it to his father and then we'll start. You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry. You're all gonna be doing that."

Negan raised Lucille the bat over his head and struck Glenn to the ground.

"Ho! Ho! Look at that. Taking it like a champ!"