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(static buzzing)

(hip hop music)

- So then I tell the bitch,

"what you mad at me for fucking your sister for?

Y'all don't look shit alike."

You know what I'm saying?

How I'm supposed to know y'all family?

- But hold on, ain't she like 16 though?

- 16 and a half, my nigga.

- Man, that's a kiddy rape charge or something bro.

- Man, fuck that man. You done fucked her too, man.

Man, fuck all that. Man, where is everybody at man?

It's dead out here.

I mean, we didn't serve what, four feigns all day?

- I was thinking, man,

ever since we came down here, man,

our money flow slowed all the way down, man.

There's nobody out here, man. You know what it is?

- That's true.

- Gentrification, that's what it is.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know what you're talking about.

Yeah, a lot of people is losing their house out here, man.

Half the neighborhood is abandoned, bro.

- That's what I mean. - Don't nobody come around.

Nigga, the police

don't even come around this motherfucker no more man.

- Man, I can see it now.

Condos, big arenas, sports arenas,

you know, plasma TVs, you know, when you walk by at malls,

all that, streaming internet.

See, all that shit for White folks, man.

Couple years, man,

people like us ain't even gonna be around here no more.

- Nah, fuck that.

Couple years, me and you gonna be right here.

These rich motherfuckers gotta get high too.

We gonna get on bro.

Believe that.

What the fuck?

- Hey, what's up, Buns? - What's up, bitch?

- Hey, you holding? - My nuts and more.

What the fuck you got?

- Man, I got like 10 bucks. I did a trick earlier.

Fucking went crazy and I ran off so uh...

Look, he bit me.

- The fuck?

- She probably got AIDS.

- That's so terrible.

I'm so sorry.

Do you want me to call Morrie to tell the sad story to?

Bitch, if you ain't got no money,

then go sell some ass 'til you get it.

You feel me?

- Man, I don't have AIDS, I use condoms

and they, you know they test

before you go to the plasma bank.

- Hold up, you sell blood and pussy

and you ain't got no money for no rock?

- Man, come on, I'm in a lot of pain.

Let me, you know, I'll...

I'll suck your dick or something.

- Okay. - Come on.

- Fuck it, give me your money bitch, come on.

Hurry up.

- I got like- - Gimme your money, let's go.

Hey my nigga, check this out.

- Yeah. - We'll be around the block.

Watch it until I get back, all right?

- I'll handle that. - Go around here.

Yeah, here, we're good around here.

Yeah, that's right.

(hooker retching)

Oh, you sick bitch.

Hey!

Oh, you sick bitch.

(hooker retching) (Buns exclaiming)

Oh man, don't get none of that shit on my fucking shoes

and make sure you wipe your mouth off

before you come back over here.

(hooker coughing)

You know, I let Ready talk me into this shit.

(hooker snarling)

- Damn, should've had that bitch suck my dick.

Shit.

(tense music)

(hooker snarling)

(tense music)

(punk music)

(punk music continues)

(punk music)

(punk music)

(plastic rustling)

(knocking on door)

- Jade, you in there?

- Hold on.

- You think I don't know what you're doing in there?

- I'm taking a shit.

- Well, your shit smells like burnt cocaine.

- Fuck you, Bruce.

- All right, this bathroom is broken.

Stay outta here until Wednesday when they fix it.

You have 10 minutes.

(hip hop music)

All right, who wants to explain to me

why I got a bunch of bitches lined up at the bar

like it's a fucking bus stop?

- First off, nobody's even here.

- I already danced like nine times and my feet hurt

so you can stop trying to put your foot in my ass.

- If Cavario gets down here and sees you chilling like this,

he's gonna put his foot in my ass.

So yes, I'm gonna put my foot in your ass.

- Well, Cavario isn't even here.

He's in a meeting with those guys from up north.

- Just get out there and shake your ass.

Go twerk on a wall or something.

Just make us some money.

(hip hop music)

- All you gotta do is sit back,

relax and have my back, all right?

- I got you man, it's nothing.

Hey, where the fuck is this guy?

What's taking so long?

- Excuse me, is there anything I can get you two?

- No, I'm good.

- Yeah, I'm good too, but you know what?

You can tell your boss Mr. Cavario,

that Jack is here, please and thank you.

(hip hop music)

♪ You give me money and I get dope ♪

♪ You owe me money and I can't find you ♪

♪ I start shooting and killing folk ♪

♪ Been broke a couple of times ♪

♪ Came up a couple of times ♪

♪ And I ain't talking about bitches ♪

- Jack whoa, sorry to keep you waiting.

But nothing passes the time like looking at titties, right?

- Yeah, but titties don't make me money.

- Titties never made me much money either.

- So check it out, here's the deal.

First you do 20 G's upfront,

half a brick by the next month.

This month goes well, we'll increase that.

- Jack, Jack, you want to be big time,

you gotta play big time.

You are not the only guy I have,

but you are the most consistent.

Who's to say in three months the market changes

and you change your mind.

- So what do you suggest?

- How about this, give me 30 G's cash

as a gesture of good faith

and upfront, you'll add a extra brick tomorrow.

You could re-up next month, give you $50,000 cash

for the rest of the year.

- Oh wait, that puts us at a quarter mill?

- Yeah, but you'll be making twice that much on the street.

Even more if you go westbound.

Let's be honest, my shit is so good,

you can sell that shit from here to Alaska.

- All right, fuck it, let's do it.

- All right, so where we making the drop at?

- Brick City. - Brick City where?

Most of that shit is fucking rubble.

- Yeah, nothing's there. - Yeah, most of it.

But if you go a quarter mile past Maple,

there's an old alleyway

between the warehouse and the junkyard.

Meet me there at 2:30

because I ain't waking up before noon.

So I guess I'll see you guys tomorrow.

Don't forget to tip your waitress.

- So what we gonna do now? - We get $30,000 cash.

- Jade, I swear if you're still in there...

(door creaks)

(Jade growling)

(indistinct chattering on radio)

- [Bystander] We don't like them when they know it.

(horn honking)

(chattering on radio)

- Thanks for holding down the crime scene.

- Yeah, the victim appears to be another hooker.

Local, I think I've seen her work in the area lately.

- Anything else we can do? - No, you two look good.

You see any other prostitutes in the area,

take some statements.

Warn them that there's a serial rapist running around.

- Yes sir.

We're gonna head back to the station

but we'll get the word out.

- Good.

- What's going On?

- It looks like we have another dead working girl.

So it's best for your safety

if you ladies stay off the streets for a while.

(tense music)

- Everything okay?

- Yeah, but the son of a bitch decided the last moment

he wanted a signing bonus.

Gonna need 10 G's.

- What? 10 G?

- Yeah.

- You're big time now?

- Hey, I mean big time money brings in big time dealers.

- Hell, some circles, $30,000 is just pocket change.

True.

- So what do you need from me?

- Well look,

I mean, this will be over by the end of the day, all right?

I mean if we can lock this guy up today,

we figure out how he's getting pure heroin and cocaine

into the city on a daily fucking basis.

I mean, we figure out who his supplier is,

how he's getting into the city.

Plus it's a slam dunk for the department.

You've been working this case for too long, okay?

- Sarge, listen, if we get this done,

we'll be off of undercover.

It's been the longest two years of my life.

- So what do you guys need from me?

- The usual, full surveillance, a tag team.

Maybe two officers behind his backup.

I mean I don't wanna run a risk of losing this case.

- Full bells and whistles.

- [Hayes] What time? - Two o'clock today.

(phone ringing)

- Hayes here.

What? Slow down.

What?

Where's this order coming from?

I can't do that.

I can't do that.

This is bullshit.

I've got officers in the street and men on cases.

All right, we'll see you assholes down at Central.

Yes, in an hour.

- Sarge, what's going on?

- Sorry guys.

Guys I gotta pull you.

- What? - What?

- That was the state.

They need all able-bodied men down in Central this afternoon

for debriefing in an hour.

- But Sarge, this is big.

- Apparently this is bigger. They need everyone down there.

And when state calls, you know we gotta go.

- This is fucked up, Sarge.

But forgive me for saying this, but please look,

you know how long we've been working this case.

This may be our last chance to get this guy.

Come on Sarge, just bring us in under the wire.

We'll be done by the end of the day.

Boom.

- Look guys, I wanna get this guy as much as you guys do,

but we can't.

When the state calls us, we gotta go.

- Yeah.

- Even if I wanted to send you guys down there,

I don't have enough man to cover you.

I won't have a tag team or coverage for you.

You'll be out there alone.

That's too risky.

- So what are we supposed to do?

- [Hayes] Stall. - How?

- Tell 'em you need an extra day

to get the 10 G's together.

- Extra day?

- Tell 'em your grandmother died.

Tell 'em you caught the clap from one of those dirty whores.

I don't care.

Whatever you gotta do, but stall.

We need the time.

Look guys, you're in the big leagues now

and you gotta play by the rules

and when state calls us, we gotta go.

Be there in an hour.

Smiles on your faces or not, but be at that debriefing.

- What the fuck was that, man?

- Dammit, this is fucking bullshit.

- Yeah.

- You know what?

We're gonna get this guy on our own.

We'll go down to evidence, sign out some money.

We'll figure it out.

- Fuck it, you and me. - Yeah.

- Now, what is cop talking about man?

Like, I don't get it.

This whole meeting, what is so important?

All the cops need to report in?

Look man, we don't want to mess up this case.

We want to work this.

- We'll figure it out. I'm gonna look into this, okay?

- All right man. Check it out.

(door closes)

- Hey wait, so what's going on

that they need every cop in the city in one location?

- It's anthrax or something like it.

We're getting reports of people

being injured in the hospital with lesions,

troubled breathing,

some of them freaking out and going crazy.

- You new?

- I'm band new on the force, sir.

This is my partner, Officer Brady.

We got a call in to do a roadside clearance

for a hit and run this morning.

Some kid got hit by an SUV, took off.

We can't find him at all.

- Wait, there was a hit and run

and the kid just got up, running?

- Yeah, the driver called it in.

He never found a kid.

And also we got a mugshot of the murder suspect

who's been raping and killing hookers

in the east block of Brick City.

We'll just print off the shoe of one of the victims.

- Okay, wait, where are you going now?

- We're going to the briefing,

then we're gonna take whatever shitty assignment they give

because we're rookies in uniform.

- I remember those days.

Tell you what, how about you and your partner

help me on a major drug bust?

- Sure beats shoveling shit

and picking up broken car pieces.

Count me in.

- Okay, here's the problem.

We got a major drug buyer making a transaction

in Brick City in about two hours.

Problem is with all this terrorism bullshit,

we don't have a tag team.

So if you two come with us,

we can actually make the arrest.

If you take the front, take the back, I'll take the middle.

We can actually flush 'em out, that way lock them down,

make the news by 11 o'clock.

- Wait, just us, how many perps?

- Okay, listen up. I'ma be honest with you two.

We're not baking cookies here.

It's not rocket science either.

If you're not up for it, don't ride along.

Okay, great.

You guys go down to the armory, grab whatever you can.

Guns, ammo, extra handcuffs.

I'm actually gonna go down to the inventory

and sign off on some money for the actual petty cash

for the bust, okay?

(phone ringing)

(hip hop music)

♪ I'm on coke and patron, coke and patron ♪

♪ Coke and patron, coke and patron, coke and patron ♪

♪ I've been drinking and driving while texting and speeding ♪

♪ I swear that I ain't going home ♪

♪ If your hoe in my phone and won't leave me alone ♪

♪ Don't blame C4 blame coke and patron ♪

♪ I'm on that coke and patron, 'tron ♪

♪ Coke and patron, 'tron ♪

♪ Coke and patron ♪

(static buzzing)

♪ I've been drinking and driving while texting and speeding ♪

♪ I swear that I ain't going home ♪

♪ I'm on that coke and patron, 'tron ♪

♪ Coke and patron, 'tron ♪

♪ Coke and patron ♪

♪ Coke and patron, 'tron ♪

♪ Coke and patron, 'tron ♪

♪ Coke and patron, 'tron, I've been hiding my soul, soul ♪

♪ No eyes on my skull, skull ♪

♪ I'm high as your hopes and inviting your hoes, hoes ♪

- I swear to God, these cops can't do shit

killing innocent people.

- Do we have to take the plane?

I don't see why we can't drive.

- Bitch, I'm not about to drive eight fucking hours

with you bitches in the backseat.

Tammy got fucking warrants.

With all this fucking coke and heroin,

I ain't about to take no chances.

Now look, you swallow the bags, okay?

We go to the airport, get pat down

and then when we land, you shit the bags out.

I sell this shit and we all make money.

Now that's the master fucking plan.

(static buzzing)

- Hey man, can you help me out with some buffer?

- Man, get the fuck outta here man.

- Oh, okay.

- This nigga.

(soft ambient music)

(soft music)

(soft music continues)

(dramatic music)

- Oh, shit.

(Detective Russell chuckles)

- Hot stuff man.

- Oh, fuck. - Come on.

You ready for this?

- Yeah. - All right.

Going after it for two years, man.

Two years too long.

Time to end that shit.

- I'm sorry, last night was just a rough night.

I'm sorry. - No, I get it.

- Let's do this. - Yep.

(car engine starts) (hip hop music)

- Hey honey.

You have to touch me so I know you're not a cop.

- Can I see your titties?

Ooh.

So how much?

- 40 for head, 100 to fuck.

- You have a hotel we can go to?

- No, but I have a house we can go to.

- Okay. - Drive straight.

(hip hop music)

- Now I feel sick.

I think one of 'em baggies is broken.

- Fuck!

(hip hop music)

Shit.

Fuck, bitch you better not waste my shit.

Ladies, I gotta make a call.

So I need to stay right here, can you do that?

(zombies growling)

(ladies screaming)

(zombies grumbling)

- You finally decided to show up.

I'm glad.

Got that thing for making me wait though?

- Good things come to those who wait.

Got my money?

- Wouldn't be a deal if we didn't.

- You got my stuff?

- Yeah, but it may take a little bit of time.

It's going through the system.

- The system? - The system?

What the fuck does that mean?

- But I bought you some gifts.

I was hoping you'd return these gifts

as soon as you're done with them.

- Man, I want my stuff.

- Yeah, I got your stuff.

Come with me.

(guns cocking)

- Freeze. - Freeze.

(guns firing)

- Why the fuck did y'all come so early?

Hang on, hang on.

Stay with him, okay?

Stay with him.

(tense music)

- Where's the car? - I don't know man.

I'm all turned around.

You think the car's that way?

- Go find the car and meet me back at the club.

- Are you sure?

- Bounce.

(tense music)

- Rivera, go around and cover the back.

(suspenseful music)

(tense music)

Okay, I want you to go in through the back.

Try to draw 'em out through the front, okay?

Make some noise if you need to.

- Yes, sir. - Be careful.

(pensive music)

(door creaks)

Don't move a fucking finger.

You shot my partner, asshole.

Drop the bag and the gun.

(gun clacking)

Put your fucking hands up.

- So you a cop, huh?

Your boss know about all the dope you sold,

all the drugs you used,

all the strippers you fucked in my club?

- Shut the fuck up.

- They pay you overtime for that?

- Shut up!

- I got him, Rivera. Rivera, come back.

Rivera!

- [Rivera] I'm coming to the back.

Move.

(tense music)

- Move.

- Let go of my partner or I'll fucking kill you, fucker.

- Lucky for you, I couldn't find the car.

Let's make a trade Jack, your bitch for my brother.

- Brady, shoot this motherfucker.

- Shut up bitch.

- I'll fucking kill you man.

- You're gonna shoot through me to get to him.

Come on man, you guys ain't gonna win this.

- Look, nobody's gonna kill anybody, all right?

I know you don't want another dead cop on your hands.

Neither do I.

- You don't know what it want.

Maybe I want you to shoot me.

I ain't going back to jail.

Fuck you and fuck that cop.

(zombie growling)

(guns firing)

- Put the fucking gun down.

- You really think you're gonna stop me?

- I can. (taser firing)

(Cavario screaming)

- I thought I asked you to stay with Detective Miller.

- I radioed in for an ambulance and when they arrived,

I followed pursuit.

- Yeah, it looks like just a flesh wound.

- Looks like you killed a crack head.

- Yeah, you file your report, okay?

Can you walk?

- No, I think he got my finger.

- Let me get your cuffs.

I'm gonna cuff these two.

Get 'em in the living room.

Rivera, what I need you to do is go back out,

see if you can get some more help.

Radio in for backup, okay?

(door closes)

(Rivera panting)

- Code nine, code nine.

Officer needs assistance.

Is anybody there?

(Rivera breathes heavily)

Fuck.

(baby crying)

Ma'am.

(zombie hissing)

(zombies growling)

(gun firing)

(static buzzing)

Help, help, let me in, let me in.

Help!

- Come here. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

What happened out there?

- There's people out there.

They're not human.

Something crazy's going on.

- Okay, what are you talking about?

- I tripped on an arm coming back here.

Not a body, an arm.

And then I saw a woman eating her baby's head.

- Okay, wait, I tried calling you.

I've been trying to get a signal.

Are you okay?

- No, no. I was trying to call for help.

- Okay, all right, all right.

Check on Brady.

I'm gonna try to see

if I can reach anybody by my cell again, okay?

(static buzzing)

- Hey man, that dude you shot, I saw him.

I looked right into his eyes.

He was dead before you killed him.

I'm not about to let one of those things get me.

- Yeah man, me too.

- Don't shoot me.

(Detective Turner deeply exhales)

- I almost fucking killed you.

Who are you?

What are you doing here?

- I was getting high until them things showed up.

You a cop?

- I'm Detective Turner, this is Officer Rivera.

- Do you know what they are?

- I know what they ain't.

- Don't worry, we're not arresting anybody today.

- Bullshit, you could have fooled me.

- They're different.

- Fuck it, I'll take my chances in the basement.

- No, no, no, wait.

Don't go anywhere.

We actually could use your help.

You've been in the basement the whole time?

- Yeah.

- Okay, is there anything down there we can use up here?

A toolbox, a first aid kit?

- I don't know.

- If there's anything down there

that we can help board this place up, we could really use it

- The last person I helped

ended up getting their face bitten off

and I ended up in the basement.

So now if you'll excuse me,

I'm about to go back to the basement, smoke this rock,

go to sleep, and wait for some more help to arrive.

- Either way, if those things get in here,

we're gonna be trapped.

- It is a sad, sad day

when the police turn to crack heads to help save them.

You got a flashlight?

- No I don't, but Officer Brady does.

(Officer Brady breathes heavily)

- Turns on like this.

- Rivera, do me a favor.

Go down to the basement with him,

see if there's anything down there we can use up here.

Batteries, tool kit, Um...

The first aid kit, anything, okay?

- Okay, got it. Let's go.

- How you holding up? You all right?

- Oh, Turner, that hurts.

- How bad is it?

- I'm gonna be okay.

It's bad, but not as bad as his arm.

- All right.

Let me take a look.

- Oh man, that shit hurts. These cuffs ain't helping.

They're on too tight.

Why don't you take 'em off?

- Yeah, let me think about that buddy.

(soft music)

(zombies banging) (zombies growling)

(tense music)

- No first aid kid

but I found some old clothes if you wanna wrap up your leg.

- You think I'm gonna wrap my leg

with something that's been on the floor of a crack house?

Hey, hey wait, wait.

You want help me?

Give me something for the pain.

- Wait, you ain't gonna arrest me, are you?

All right.

I think that one's Vicodin.

I'd like to keep a couple of party favors in my bag.

You know, I like to call it my crack pack.

- Great, toolbox.

- Yo, Jack, why don't you take these cuffs off?

Let me board up the house.

- No fucking way.

- Look at you, man.

You could barely hold that hammer.

What am I gonna do?

Attack you with a hammer?

You got a gun.

And then where am I gonna run? Out there with those things?

I'll take my chances in here with the cops.

- All right.

Remember, it's my hand that hurts, not my trigger finger.

Come on, get up.

(static buzzing)

All right, help him out.

- Shit.

- All right, I don't hear anymore gunshots,

just people talking.

So I think it's okay if I go check to see if they left yet.

- You know, I knew I shouldn't have come here with you.

- Look, I'm sorry.

It's an abandoned crack house.

People aren't even supposed to be here.

Look, I'm gonna go check to see if they left,

and if I'm not back in a few minutes,

then you can jump out the window.

- Put on the second floor. - You'll be fine.

- Okay.

(door creaks)

- Oh my God.

- What are you doing here?

- I... I was... I was...

- Who is she?

- I was... I was...

- It's all right, I know her.

She's a local hooker.

You live here?

- You got a car?

- No, no. I just came in to pee

and then I heard the gunshots,

so I locked myself in the room

and I came down because I had hoped

you all have left here.

What's going on?

- The whole world's going to shit, that's what's going on.

(zombies hissing)

- Hurry up, come on, come on.

(banging on door)

Open up.

Let us in, man.

Yo, thanks man.

We've been out there running, hiding for blocks.

- Wait, who you running from?

- Who?

You mean how many.

There's like 40 or 50 motherfuckers out there

going around crazy and shit.

Look at this shit, man.

She fell down.

They started biting her and shit.

So I kicked the motherfuckers, man and we ran like hell.

- Okay, all right, calm down.

Wait, what's in the bag?

- The bag?

Nothing man.

Water and shit, you know?

- All right, all right.

Just head to the living room, have a seat.

- Come on girl.

- I am gonna give you this.

If and only if those things get in here, do you use it.

Do you understand?

- Yeah, I got you.

(static buzzing)

- Hey, check it out little homie.

Can you help me out with little mama for a second?

I need to get her to the bathroom

and she ain't walking too good.

- Yeah, sure, come on.

- Take it easy.

Take it easy.

Come on, here we go.

Come on baby.

I got you.

All right, go ahead.

All right baby, push 'em out.

Check it out homie.

You smoke?

- Hmm, yeah, I smoke.

I'll smoke a turkey if you got it.

(plastic rustling)

- Now check this out little homie.

I gotta wait for us to get up outta here.

- I'm listening.

- I got a car with hoes waiting for me right now.

- Bullshit.

- Real talk nigga.

We was about to catch this flight.

I had these bitches swallowing bags of coke and heroin.

We was gonna get it past TSA

and we was gonna get it in once we landed.

But Sandy here got sick so we had to pull over

so she could throw up.

Think one of them bags opened up on her.

- Swear, how many bags she swallow?

- 10. - 10?

You lying.

- There's enough coke there to last you a month.

- Maybe a week.

I'm listening, what you need from me?

- Female cop gave you that taser, right?

- Right.

- You shock the cop, get his gun and we make a run for it.

I can't carry Sandy to the car by myself.

So you help me get the gun, get us to the car

and I drive you to the city.

Think about it.

(soft ambient music)

- Oh, shit.

(Sandy groans)

Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, 10.

(eerie music)

(Sandy panting)

(crackhead screaming)

- What's going on with you?

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

Oh, shit.

This bitch is crazy.

Get her off me.

Oh, shit.

(Sandy groaning)

Crazy bitch.

That's the fuck I get for trying to save a hoe.

Shit. - You all right man?

- Fuck.

- Could you reach anybody man?

- Nah, I got no signal.

- You say you ain't got no signal?

- Yeah, no signal.

- Like you tried to make a call?

- Yeah.

- You got text messaging or emailing on your phone?

- Yeah.

- You should try to send out a text or an email.

Sometimes when you don't pay your bills

or when your service get cut off

or when you got a bad signal,

you can still send out a text or an email.

It's ran on a different network.

Try it out and see if it works.

- [Brady] What'd they say?

- They can't send anybody 'til tomorrow.

The entire team is under quarantine.

- [Brady] Not until tomorrow?

I'll bleed out before tomorrow.

- Can I take a look?

Maybe I can help.

I was in school to be an RN.

- [Krusher] Registered nuts?

- Registered nurse, asshole.

(Brady panting)

Does anybody have a knife?

Thanks.

Can you hold him down for me?

(lighter flickers)

Now, I'm not gonna lie, this is gonna really hurt.

- Go for it.

(Brady grunting)

(Brady breathes heavily)

- Do you have a cell phone or something?

- Yeah. - Okay.

Like a really cool video or picture?

- Yeah, good idea.

- Okay, I just find that if I'm distracted,

I don't have to feel the pain.

(Brady panting)

Talk to me, who's in the picture?

- My daughter. - Can I see?

Aw,

- Wait, who's that?

- We think it's the guy that's been murdering hookers.

Steven Dovlin.

We found his fingerprints on the body of the last victim.

- Put pressure on this. There's a bathroom upstairs.

I'll be right back.

- Where's the other cops?

- I think they're boarding up the house.

And what happened to you?

You're covered in blood and you smell like shit.

You know, whatever.

Just keep an eye on him. I'll be back in a sec.

(Brady panting)

(hammer banging)

- I am sorry sir.

- It's all right.

I think we're all a little bit jumpy right now.

- We're definitely all a little bit jumpy today, yeah.

- You know what? I'm sorry.

Jacob.

- Hi Jacob, I'm Monica. - Nice to meet you, Monica.

- Nice to meet you.

- You know, I wanna say I'm sorry

for getting you all involved in all this.

- This is not your fault.

Nobody could have predicted what's happening today.

They don't teach you this in the academy.

Robbers, muggers, rapists, yes,

but people coming back from the dead eating you alive?

Not so much.

I would've remembered that class.

- Okay.

Long you been a cop?

- It'll be a year in May actually.

You?

- Um... Actually six.

Six years in June.

- Wow. - Yeah.

What made you wanna become a cop?

- Well I've got three brothers.

- Let me guess, they're all cops, right?

- No, not at all. They're actually all fuck ups

so I didn't wanna go down that path.

I got a health plan, dental and a gun.

Sign me up, right?

How about you?

- Oh no, me, I actually grew up in this area.

You know, when I was a kid you either ran with a ball

or ran with a gang and I did neither.

There was a police officer

who used to do security in our high school,

kind of kept me outta trouble, led me to where I am today.

- Here we are. - Yeah.

- What about you?

Kids?

- No, no kids.

Just me and my dog

who is probably shitting all over my apartment right now

since I should have walked him hours ago.

How about you?

- No, no kids.

I had a goldfish once, I came home,

found him floating around in the bowl

and ended up flushing him.

Looking back, I probably shouldn't have done that

because now I have to worry about him

trying to swim back up and bite me in the ass

when I'm trying to take a shit.

- Exactly.

How's your hand?

- Hurts like a bitch.

- Can I take a look at it?

Let me see.

There's a little jagged.

I think there's some glass in there.

I wish I had some tweezers.

(Jacob chuckles)

(lips smacking)

(pensive music)

- What took you so long?

What's going on down there?

- There are cops downstairs.

- Is he shot?

- There's just a lot of crazy shit going on.

But it's okay because you're here to protect me, right?

- Yeah.

- Would you like to kiss me?

- Yeah. - Yeah?

Yeah, you like my big titties?

- Yeah.

Ooh yeah, ooh yeah.

Oh my god, yes.

Ooh, ooh, ooh.

What the fuck?

- What, you don't like my big cock?

- What the fuck?

- What's the matter, Steve? You don't like me anymore?

You can't rape and kill me 'cause I have a dick?

- How do you know my name?

- The cops showed me your fucking mugshot, asshole.

- Well then bitch, you know what I'm gonna do to you.

- You raped and murdered my friend.

Now let's see how you like it.

(Steve groans)

(Steve grunts)

Take it.

- Oh man, get the fuck... Get the fuck off of me.

(Steve groans)

I'm gonna kill you, you fucking faggot.

I'm gonna kill you!

You fucking faggot, I'm gonna kill you.

(hooker choking)

I'm gonna kill you, you fucking faggot.

I'm gonna kill you.

- Freeze.

- Oh, shit. (gun firing)

(both gasp)

(hooker grunts)

(both breathing heavily)

(zombie growling)

(gun firing)

(eerie music)

- You okay? - Yeah, I think we're okay.

- All right.

What the fuck was that?

(tense music)

- Move.

- What's going on out there?

- This can't hold them for very long.

- Only gotta hold 'til the morning.

- Shit, it won't hold that long.

- He's right. We need to get a car and get to the station.

- I know, but we both don't have a car.

We parked miles from here so we wouldn't blow our cover.

- We got a car Slim, tell 'em.

- We got a car, tell 'em Slim.

- Where?

- I can show you.

But I gotta be in the streets.

- I'll go, I'll go with him.

- You two won't last two minutes out there.

If we're gonna do this, let's be smart about it, okay?

- We gotta get outta this place, man.

Look at me.

I'm gonna die in here if I don't get any help soon.

- All right, I don't want anybody to die.

All right pimp, where's your car at?

- Oh yeah, so you wanna go straight, right

and then you're gonna make a left

and go past the zombie with a Dodger hat

and then keep going until they eat your fucking ass.

I know where the car's at.

I gotta go.

- Okay, here's the plan.

Me and Officer Rivera will follow Slim to the car.

We'll drive back here.

We'll honk three times when we're done,

you and Krusher, grab Brady and the girl,

get them back into the car.

We drive like bats out of hell

and make it back to the station where it's safe.

Got it?

Is the car big enough to hold eight people?

- Yeah, I mean I had a couple hoes in there,

but they're probably gone by now.

Inside of one of those fucking things.

- Does it have enough gas?

- I'm Fantastic Slim man.

I always travel with a full tank.

- When this is all over,

I'll tell the DA how much you helped us.

- Gee, thanks.

- That's what I was thinking.

Fuck, I ain't got the fucking keys.

I must have dropped them when we was running

or I left them in the car.

- You ain't got the fucking keys?

- Calm down. - Calm down?

I'm gonna fucking die in here.

What kind of car you drive, man?

'99 L Dodge Ram.

- American right, in the '90s?

- Yeah.

- Sweetheart, you got a flathead screwdriver

in that toolbox?

Well, then all right then, we good.

There ain't an American car in '91 to '99 I can't hot wire.

- [Brady] Are you sure?

- Yeah, I'm sure, I got the record to prove it.

- All right, everybody got it?

Let's go.

- One, two, three.

- Go, go, go, go.

(tense music)

(gun cocking)

(static buzzing)

(door opens, closes)

- You two okay?

- Yeah.

- What's going on out there?

- Oh, pimp dude got a car.

They're gonna make a run for it.

Come back and get us.

- A car?

What kind of car?

- I don't know.

What difference does it make?

- The car holds eight fucking people?

- Yeah, I hope so.

- You all right, sir?

- Yeah, I think the Vicodin's wearing off.

- What are you doing?

- You know what?

You are right.

That car ain't gonna hold eight people,

but I'm not a total asshole.

Someone will come and save you

and those things can't get in.

(hooker sighs)

- Fuck, he locked us in.

- [Brady] Fuck, that's not good.

- Where's the fucking car?

- Right there, it's right over there.

It's the only car over there.

You see it?

- Oh, fuck. - Huh?

Fuck.

What the fuck?

Don't do this to me, don't motherfucking do me like this.

You'd do me like this?

You're gonna do Slim like this?

Look, get the fuck off me.

Back the fuck up, bitch.

What the fuck are you doing?

(Slim screaming)

- Start the car, start the car.

Go, go, go, go.

- Oh, bitch.

(car engine starts)

(Monica screaming)

Oh, shit.

(Monica screaming)

(static buzzing)

(tense music)

- Help.

Help.

(zombies growling)

(banging on door)

- Where's the car?

Where's Krusher?

- He killed her man.

He was gonna kill me too.

Where's the other cop?

- He's dead.

- Fuck.

- What are you fucking talking about, you stupid crack head?

- Your boy, he turned on us. He tried to kill us, man.

- Shut the fuck up.

You don't know what you're talking about.

Where's the fucking car?

- We couldn't take it, man.

Those things attacked us.

Those things, they fucking attacked us.

They got Detective Turner.

It's just me and you now, man.

Don't you get it?

We gotta save ourselves. It's just me and you.

- I ain't saving no fucking crack head.

I'm gonna get that car

and I'm gonna get the fuck outta here.

You can't, those things are out there.

That's why I ran here.

- You ran back here?

Those things are gonna follow you here

and tear this place apart to get to you.

(gun cocking)

Get the fuck outta here.

- What?

I'm not going nowhere.

I'm not going back out there with those things.

- Yes, you are crack head. Those things want you.

And they're not gonna leave until they get you.

- Come on man.

Man, it's just me and you.

We can save this place.

We can make it safe for the both of us.

You take the front door and I'll take the back.

We can do this shit, man.

Come on.

- I don't need this shit.

I need you to get your skinny ass

out this motherfucking house before they show up here

and kill us both.

- Fuck you, man.

I'll take my chances with a bullet.

Shoot me then before you think I'll go back out there

and let them things bite the shit out of me

and have me bleed to death. Your ass smoking crack.

- Fuck you, motherfucker.

- Fuck you, motherfucker.

- Fuck you, motherfucker.

- Fuck you. (banging on door)

- Open the door, let me in.

Open the door.

It's me, Turner.

I'm out here.

- Cavario, he got a shotgun pointed at me, man.

- The fuck? Open up.

Cavario, open the fucking door.

(gun firing)

(tense music)

- Come on man, you're not gonna make it out there.

You need us.

- Fuck you.

I don't need you.

I'm gonna get that car and I'm gonna get the fuck outta here

(zombies growling) (Cavario screaming)

(door creaks)

(tense ambient music)

- Our father who art in heaven

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done.

(eerie music)

(zombies growling) (both screaming)

(zombie slams door)

(soft ambient music)

(piano music)

- I just looked at your text messages, man.

We saved, man.

We saved.

They're all here.

All we gotta do is get to Jackson and Newman.

That's just a couple blocks away.

You hear me, man?

We saved.

(Jacob hissing)

Oh no, I'm sorry man.

(gun cocking)

I'm sorry.

(gun firing)

(tense music)

(sirens wailing)

- Hey man, wake up. - What?

- Did you hear that? - What?

- Check it out, there's someone over there.

(sirens wailing)

(zombie hissing)

- Goddamn, what a waste.

- She's got great tits though.

Just saying.

Nice.

- [Soldier] You want this one?

- Wait for it.

- Rock, paper, scissors?

- Rock, paper, scissors, shoot.

- That's you.

- Don't drop it.

I don't think I'm gonna forget this one.

(sirens wailing)

(gun firing)

(body thudding)

(blades whirring) (sirens blaring)

(static buzzing)

(piano music)

(piano music continues)

(instrumental music)

(tense music)

(tense music)

(tense music)