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(gentle music)

(people chatter distantly) (gentle music)

(chainsaw buzzing lightly)

(brush rustling)

(chainsaw buzzing)

(gentle music)

- Morning. All set?

- Yeah, mostly.

(gentle music)

(logging machine whirring)

(truck rumbles)

(chain clinking) (people chatter distantly)

- Chained to a tree?

- Yeah. Come on.

(slow somber music)

(machine clatters)

- All right guys, here he comes. Stand your ground.

Signs high!

(soft tense music)

(protesters yelling)

(car horn honking)

Back up. Get out!

- Hey, hey, take it easy. - Get out of our forest.

Get out of our forest.

- Oh, it's your forest now?

You're wrong. - Stand your ground.

(sign bangs)

Said back up.

- [Protestor] Hey, hey. Ho, ho.

(protesters grumbling)

- Get out, get out.

Stay out.

(sign thudding)

Stay out. Get out.

- Gonna be a lot easier.

- You down at the river bottom?

- Yeah. 20 years, 23 years.

- Oh, gosh.

- Wilson, you and your boys are gonna go up the outside

to uh, 7G.

I'll be following you, but up the back way.

Luke, I want you to take Eric,

and what is your name again, son?

- Mills.

- Take Eric and Mills and go down to the south side.

Luke.

- Yeah, boss?

- Be careful out there.

Those damn bloody protestors

have been getting too close lately.

Okay. Time's a wastin'.

(birds chirping)

Look at the size of this.

Second growth.

Man.

Hey.

Get the hell down here. Now.

- Whoa. Whoa, whoa.

Hey, hey.

- If I have to tell you boys to stay outta my field

one more time, heads are gonna roll.

You understand that?

- Okay. Relax, Chester, we're just doing our jobs out here.

- It's Mac, and when your job is interfering with my job,

we got a problem.

- What problem?

I don't have a problem. Who's got a problem?

- Just tell your boys to be careful, okay?

I don't wanna see anybody getting hurt.

- We'll do that. And thanks for the heads up.

You know, I really appreciate the way you look out for us.

I really do. I mean that. Thank you, Mick.

- Mac. - What? Mac.

Walter.

Just in the, okay.

(climbing equipment clinking)

- Okay boys, less talk and more chop.

(birds cawing)

- Carter.

I think you might wanna check this out.

Something isn't right.

I've never seen this volume of sap before.

- Where is this from?

- Number four.

- Just now?

- Just this second.

(birds chirping)

- Well, we'll keep our eyes on it.

There's no cause for alarm.

(soft haunting music) (birds chirping)

(chainsaw buzzing)

(tree creaking)

(brush rustling) (tree thuds)

(birds chirping)

(sap squishing)

(haunting music)

(chainsaw buzzing)

(sap squishing)

(Eric yelling)

- Ah, Jesus! Ah! Oh, Luke!

Oh, Jesus. (gasping)

(Eric yelling in pain)

God! Ah! (gasps)

- Eric, god, look at me.

Eric, look at me. Look at me.

You're gonna be okay, all right, man?

Mills! Mills, clamp down on this, now.

Two hands, two hands. Up here.

Okay, stay here. I'm gonna get the boss. Stay here.

Mills, try and keep him still.

(Mills gags and coughs)

- I need a truck to go to town.

I got an injured man here.

You listen to me. You get it done, and get it done now.

(Eric cries out in pain)

It's okay. It's all right, son.

It's gonna be fine.

I got somebody coming, they're gonna meet us up at the gate.

(Mills retching) - Boss,

it was spiked.

- Son of a bitch.

It's okay, son. - Oh, god.

- It's gonna be fine. - Oh, god.

- Hold still. Jesus!

- He's going into a seizure.

(Eric groaning)

- Ease up, buddy.

- Easy.

(Eric grunting and groaning)

- Eric, what's happening?

- Jesus. (cries out)

- What's happening to you?

(eerie music)

(Eric growling)

(birds chirping)

(plane buzzing)

- [Man Over Radio] Why don't you take her in solo, Tyler?

(Tyler chuckles)

(plane buzzes)

(birds chirping)

- Well done. That was great.

- Big guy. - All right.

I'll see you next week. - Yeah.

(birds chirping)

- And now, turning to page six of your reports,

you'll see that since implementing GX-1134,

our projected profit margin after this first harvest

will show us an increase of 15%.

- Sorry.

- Nice of you to join us.

Next quarter, with testing area expansion into the east,

west, and eventually south sections,

we'll be looking at 18, 24 and 32% increases, respectively.

And sir, I don't need to tell you

what this will mean to our bottom line.

Her name is Rita Hoffman.

She heads up an environmental group

called the Forest Action Committee.

For the past year, she's been something of a thorn

in our side.

Protests, roadblocks, tree spiking, rallies.

Remember this one a couple of years ago?

- This guy. I thought we had him put in jail?

- Oh we did, but Rita Hoffman was his right-hand girl.

- Why do I have to know this?

If she's been on us for a whole year,

we've been handling it, right?

- Well sir, we've lost contact with one of our logging camps

on the island, and it's one of the camps

that's been a main target for Hoffman and her crew.

But, what really concerns me is this particular camp

is in one of our testing areas.

Now, if Hoffman and her crew found out what we were doing,

it could draw unnecessary attention to the GX program.

(crickets chirping)

(gentle piano music distantly)

(fork clatters)

(gentle piano music)

- No, no. Hold on, hold on.

What are you going for?

- Blue on the side.

- Why? - Why not?

- Well, where are you gonna end up?

What's your next shot?

- I don't know, Dad, I'll see where it lands.

- Tyler, you make this shot,

you're gonna end up right here, with nothing.

Now give me three other shots.

- Green in the corner.

- You'll never make that one. What else?

All right, look, look, look.

There's nothing wrong with getting out there

and getting your hands dirty.

I started out in the field and I built my way up.

It's exactly what you need.

- I don't think you know what I need.

- I got a half a dozen people trying to tell me

that I need to send in somebody experienced,

but I want you to go.

- You know I made my first landing today.

I didn't run over the water. I hit it perfectly.

Very first time. Randy said I was a natural.

- That's very nice.

But if you could just look at the bigger picture

for one minute, all right.

I'm asking for your help.

You've seen the boardroom.

You need to get out there and learn the business

from the ground up if you're gonna take over one day.

- Dad, I don't know anything about being in the field,

your test areas, and all of this stuff.

It's way over my head. And you know what?

I don't care about that stuff.

- Well goddammit, maybe it's about time you started to care.

30 years, I have invested 30 years of my life

in this company.

You think I busted my ass all those years

so I could sit back now and watch you piss it all away?

I need to know that I could throw you into something

and that you'll be able to handle it.

- Your shot.

(birds cawing)

(slow gentle pensive music)

(map crinkles)

(truck engine humming)

(soft eerie music)

(soft haunting music)

(car door clicks open)

(truck ignition turns over)

(gravel crunching)

(soft haunting music)

Hello?

Hello?

(soft haunting music)

Hello!

(cellphone beeps)

(cellphone chirps)

Great.

Hello!

(eerie music)

Hey man, what's going on here? Where is everybody.

(man chomping)

Hey.

Hey.

(scary bang) (zombie yells)

(zombie growling) (Tyler groaning)

(zombie roars)

What the hell is wrong with you, man?

What's wrong with you?

(zombie growling)

What happened to you, man? What happened to you?

(zombie growling)

Hey!

Stop.

(zombie yelling) (logging machine whirring)

(Tyler yelling)

(logging machine hisses)

(zombie growling)

(eerie music) (Tyler panting)

(Tyler grunting)

(Tyler groaning)

(Tyler breathing heavily)

(eerie pulsating music) (Tyler groaning and panting)

(Tyler gasping)

(tense scary music)

(man swooshes)

(zombie growling) (man grunting)

(eerie synth music)

- Hey, man.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. It's cool, it's cool.

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey.

(Tyler grunting)

It's cool. Hey, easy, easy.

(Tyler breathing heavily)

I'm not one of 'em.

(Tyler breathing heavily)

Come on. I can take you where it's safe.

(Tyler gasping)

Come on.

(brush crunching)

(Tyler groans)

It's not much further, all right?

Are you okay?

- I don't know.

- Okay. We're gonna have to pick up the pace.

Okay, come on.

(brush crunching)

(eerie music) (zombies grumbling)

(footsteps crunching)

(hand thuds)

(tapping on glass) - Guys.

Guys, it's Luke, open up.

Guys.

Guys, it's Luke, open the door.

- Luke, you have to go away.

- What?

- I, I can't, Luke. I'm sorry, man.

You, you're gonna lead them here.

- You weasel shit, you open this door right now

or I swear to god.

(zombies grumbling and gnashing)

Mac, Mac, open the door.

Open the door-- - Luke, I can't.

- Mac, Mac!

- Luke, I can't open the door, I can't.

- What the hell's going on?

Luke.

- Open the door. - I can't, Luke.

(all yelling)

Luke, please, go away.

- Get away from that damn door.

(all yelling) (door rattling)

- Mac, please, please, just open the door.

(Luke yells)

(deep tense music)

- We can't keep letting everybody in like this.

- Try something like that again,

and I'm gonna personally put you out there.

You understand that?

- You cannot keep letting people in like this.

Everybody that comes to the damn door.

How do we know he's not one of them?

- Because he's being attacked by one of 'em, that's how.

They don't go after each other, that much we know.

You said that yourself, you son of a bitch.

- Are you gonna just lead everybody here?

And then everyone can just start peeling away,

because that's what they'll do,

keep peeling away-- - Sh, keep your voice down.

- At this place.

- Keep your voice down.

Shut him up. - They'll tear

the entire thing apart.

- Shut up! - Do you know that?

- Okay, how many are out there then?

- There's a lotta familiar faces out there, boss.

- Okay. You know what? Okay.

Everyone needs to listen to me. Okay?

- When you start making sense, we're gonna start listening.

- You have no idea what's out there.

- Hey, I still have people out there.

- You, you still have people out there?

Well, if you still have people out there,

maybe you should go out there and find them.

Your people are sabotaging my operation out there.

You're putting my men's life at risk.

I have no responsibility to your people,

or to help you out of any of this.

You understand that?

For all I know, this is some hippie crusader stunt

you people are pulling.

- This is a stunt?

There are people dying out there.

The only reason I'm out here is because I give a shit

about the environment,

the one that you and your people are raping.

- Can somebody please just tell me what's going on?

- Who the hell is he?

- I don't know. I just found him out there.

- Maybe if you paid a little bit more attention,

you'd recognize your boss's son when you see him.

- You? What the hell are you doing out here, son?

- I just came out to see why production stopped.

- Production?

Not to see if we were okay, because you haven't

heard from us? - You're being a bully, Mac.

- Why don't you leave me alone - Quit being a bully.

- Huh? - No, you're being a bully.

- You know what? Why don't you leave me alone?

I think that's a real good idea.

What do you think about that?

(slow tense music)

(birds chirping)

- Okay, okay. Okay.

So, what did the smooth endoplasmic reticulum

say to the rough endoplasmic reticulum?

- Is that a ribosome on you, or you just excited to see me?

(both laugh)

Ah!

Son of a (groans).

- You all right?

- No, yeah, it's just, it's just a little cut I think.

- Oh, I don't know. That looks pretty bad.

Look, I'll go get something.

(Tom gasping and groaning)

- Tom?

Hey, you all right? Tom, Tom.

Holy shit! Whoa, whoa. Hey!

Back off. God!

(objects clattering)

(Tom growls)

(tense scary music)

(Tom growling)

(body thuds)

(camera shutter clicking)

- I don't care about likelihood.

He's in there. I want him out.

- Sir, you understand what a potential PR disaster

this could be.

Our stock values will--

(hand bangs) - Don't you talk to me

about stock values when my son is in danger.

- You have every right to be upset.

I understand how you must feel.

- You don't understand a goddamn thing.

(boss sighs)

- You have to sign these orders, sir.

I've been instructed by the board

to proceed with the containment.

- I'm the chairman of the board.

- If you don't sign these orders,

we'll be forced to take a vote.

And I can assure you, the board will vote unanimously

in favor of the containment procedures.

(haunting music)

- We're gonna get outta here, that's all I know.

- [Rita] I'm not leaving this cabin.

- [Mac] You got a better suggestion?

- Yeah, I have a better suggestion.

We wait in here where it's safe

until someone comes to rescue us.

- That's not gonna stop them. We have to get outta here now.

- You wanna stay here, you stay here.

- Okay, fine. Fine.

Let's put it to a vote. Who wants to stay in here?

- Uh, I'm with Rita.

I, I, I believe that we should stay uh, right here.

- I got a, I got a truck.

- Where's your truck, son?

- [Tyler] I got a truck by the mill.

- Where's the mill.

- Okay, the mill's not too far from here,

it's about 15 minutes. - Like how far is not too far?

- [Mac] I said about 15 minutes.

- All right, fine. Let's go.

I'm not staying here with Carter.

- Because I said we should stay, now you're gonna go?

So wait, wait, wait. Okay. So, everybody's going?

- I'm not staying in here with you.

(door creaks) - Okay, fine.

Wait for me out there. I'll be right there.

(soft haunting music)

Luke, why don't you bring up the rear?

(deep eerie music)

- Wait.

- What? - What was that?

- What is it? - What was that?

- Come on.

- Be careful.

(footsteps crunching)

(soft haunting music)

- Come on.

(zombie growls)

- Mac. - What?

- Look.

Mac, do something!

(wood thudding)

(zombie grumbling)

(woman cries out)

(zombie growling)

- [Man] Mac!

(zombie grumbling) (wood thudding)

(tense music swells)

- Hey, hey, boys. Wait, wait. Wait.

They're still there. I have to go back to get 'em.

- I do not think that we should do that. Okay, please?

I do not that think we should be heroes.

You wanted to go to the truck,

we should keep going to the truck.

- Boss.

Mac.

- What?

- We could chase them for hours.

I think we could do more good if we get to that truck.

- Yeah, fine.

- Okay. Come on.

Go.

(eerie music)

- Come on, come on.

- [Greg] Help!

- [Rita] Greg?

- [Greg] Rita!

- [Rita] Greg, baby,

is that you? - Rita!

(zombie growls) Goddammit!

Rita, help me. (yells)

Help me. Get me the hell outta here.

- Greg!

We're coming, Greg. Greg, we're coming.

- Get the chains off. Get the freakin' chains off.

(zombie grumbling)

Christ! (Rita speaks indistinctly)

Ow!

- Rita!

Rita!

- Wendy, we're coming, Wendy! - Help me!

- Jesus! - Rita!

- No. You have to--

- Oh my god, oh my god.

Rita!

Rita!

(zombie growling)

Stacey!

- Hurry up, Tyler. - Stacey!

(chains rattling)

(zombie gnashing) (Wendy yelling)

(Wendy crying) (zombie gnashing)

- Wendy! (yells)

(zombie grumbling)

- [Woman] Oh god, no.

(woman screaming)

Oh my god.

(zombie growling) (wood thudding)

(woman screaming)

(wood thudding repeatedly) (zombie grunting)

(eerie music)

- [Woman] Why me?

(eerie music)

- Come on, we gotta go.

Rita, let's go, come on!

- [Rita] Wendy.

- [Greg] Come on, let's go.

(zombies grumbling)

(soft eerie music)

- Where are they?

Where the hell are they? Dammit!

- Can we just get in the truck, please.

- [Mac] Wait, wait.

- Hey!

Hey!

- Wait up. - Come here.

Come on. - Guys.

(truck ignition turns over)

Guys.

(engine revs)

(Stacey cries out)

(zombie grumbling)

- Come on!

- Come on, come on, Stacey!

- Come on!

Come on, Stacey. - Go, go!

Come on, go. Keep going.

- Come on, Stacey. (Stacey yelling)

Come on, come on, Stacey.

Come on, come on.

(Stacey gasping)

- [Mac] You son of a bitch.

(truck engine humming)

(wood scatters)

- Tyler, this is Greg. Greg, this is Tyler.

- Hey.

- Once we cross the bridge,

it's another 200 miles to the nearest town.

Another four miles to the police station.

- [Rita] Police station?

- Yeah.

- What the hell are you gonna do, arrest those things?

- Got a better idea?

- If you're going to the police station,

drop us off before we get there.

- Trouble?

- Actually, I'd rather just avoid having

any unnecessary encounters, thanks.

- Damn kids should be arrested.

- That is a typical righteous, capitalist attitude.

- Whoa, whoa. Ease up, okay?

Have some respect.

(tires skid)

- [Tyler] This is insane.

Who in the hell could've done this?

- I don't believe this. They're trying to lock us in.

- Yeah, that, that'd, that'd be my guess.

They're uh, they're locking us in.

We're gonna die.

- [Man] We'll climb it. We'll go on foot.

- It's 200 miles. We'll never make it without a truck.

- Nobody's coming.

Nobody's coming for us. Don't you understand?

They don't care about us. Nobody cares about us.

If they have to risk a handful of a bunch of people

to keep their secret from getting out, they'll do it.

- The communications room at the mill,

there's a radio in there.

Come on, let's go.

- I'm not going back there.

- Then you stay here.

Okay, when we get to the mill,

we're gonna have to secure the gate,

make sure none of those things are in the yard.

I'm gonna make my way to the com room

and see what I can do.

Look out!

(zombie thuds)

(tires squeal)

(truck engine revving)

(tense music)

(zombie growling)

- Push! On three. One, two, three.

(all yelling)

Again, one, two, three. - They're coming!

They're coming.

- Wait. - Look out.

- Give it one more, come on.

One, two, three.

(all groaning)

- They're coming!

- We gotta go!

We gotta go!

- We can't move this thing. Let's get outta here, now.

Come on, Tyler. Let's go, man, let's go.

Come on.

- [Stacey] We gotta go.

- Come on, let's go. Let's go.

(zombie growling) (tense music)

(water flowing) (gentle tense music)

Come on.

(soft haunting music)

Come on, guys. Let's go.

Okay, keep going.

You two, go around here to the side, go in the back,

lock the gate, and we'll come up later.

Carter, get back here, dammit.

Now, come here.

Okay, what I want you to do is get their attention.

Wait till they come into the clearing. I'll tell you when.

Okay?

- Wait, wait, what the hell are you gonna do?

- Don't worry about me.

I can make better time without worrying about you two.

Just get 'em in the clearing.

- Okay.

(machine humming) Carter.

(zombie yells)

- Help! Get him off me!

Get him the hell off me.

(zombie yelling)

Oh! God, my leg.

- Come on, Greg.

(Greg yelling in pain)

(wood thuds) (zombie grunts)

(Greg yelling in pain)

(wood thudding) (slow haunting music)

(somber haunting surreal music)

- Tyler, get off your ass.

(somber haunting surreal music)

Come on, Tyler, get it together.

We need you to move your ass and help us.

- Hey, over here! Come on.

That's right, over here. Come on, take it on.

(zombie growling)

Hey! That's right, that's right, this way. Hey!

(hammer clanging) Ho!

That's right, over here.

- Carter, get your damn arms up.

- Come on, wave your arms, for Christ's sake.

Hello!

Come on, guys. Over here. Come on, this way.

- Okay, go.

- Carter, come on. - Luke, I can't move.

- [Mac] Oh, get him outta here.

(Carter yelling) - Go. Go, go!

- Come on, you sons of bitches.

Just go. I'll see you later.

(digger rumbles) (zombies yelling)

- Luke.

(zombie growls) (Carter yelling)

Luke!

- Get inside.

(Carter yelling)

Carter!

No.

Carter, Carter.

Carter, there's an ax by the door.

Get the ax.

Carter! Carter, you son of a bitch! Carter!

(slow somber music)

(zombie gurgling)

(slow somber music)

(deep tense music)

(water sloshes) (deep somber music)

(Greg crying out in pain)

- Okay, baby. I'm gonna tie you off. Okay?

Okay. Breathe now.

- Okay. - You're good.

You okay? It's good.

Baby, this is gonna hurt a little bit.

Okay? - Okay.

- Okay. One, two, three.

(bone cracking) (Greg crying out)

Okay. Okay. Okay, okay, okay, okay.

I'm done. I'm done. I'm done.

- Okay. - Okay? You okay?

You gonna be strong?

Yeah?

'Cause you're gonna be just fine,

and we're gonna get outta here really soon, right?

(Greg breathing heavily)

Okay.

(deep somber music)

(door clicking)

(footsteps squishing)

- [Rita] Hello?

- Hello?

- Oh god, Carter.

(footsteps sloshing)

You all right?

- Yeah. You know, I'm fine.

- Are you sure? You don't look all right.

- Where's Mac?

- Mac is still out there, he's making his way in.

And Luke uh, Luke was with him. I don't know where he is.

(door bangs)

- It's okay, it's Mac.

- We all here?

- Except for Luke.

Greg's in the back with Stacey. He's hurt pretty bad.

- Well, what happened to Luke?

- I don't know.

He, he, he was there and then he wasn't there and then,

I, I, I don't know what happened.

- Didn't you see?

- We, we, we, we, we came to the door together.

At least, I, I thought he was with me,

and then he, he, he wasn't there.

I couldn't do anything. I mean, I...

(slow eerie music) (crickets chirping)

(radio static whirring and buzzing)

(radio mic button clicking)

- Is anybody out there? Can anybody hear me?

(radio mic button clicking) (static crackles)

Can anybody hear me? Come in.

(lifter rumbling)

(Tyler grunting)

(Tyler breathing heavily)

- You all right?

- Yeah.

No.

- There's no way to prepare for something like that.

(crickets chirping)

He wasn't human anymore.

You know, and it was you or him.

That's the only way you can look at it.

- (sniffles) Yeah.

- Let's just secure the gate.

Do you want some help?

- Uh.

(radio static whirring)

- Can anybody hear me?

Is anybody out there? Come in, come in.

Is anybody out there? (male voice distantly)

Who is this?

(radio static whirring)

Can you, ah, shit.

(radio static whirring)

I can't hear you.

What the hell are you doing, lurking around out there

with that damn thing in your hand?

- Protection.

You know, you're never gonna get that piece of junk

working, Mac.

- Look, if you're not gonna help, get the hell outta here.

You're startin' to work on my last damn nerve.

- Always a pleasure, Mac.

(radio mic clicking)

- Jackass.

- Where's Greg?

(frog chirping)

Where's Stacey?

(haunting music)

- Hey, guys?

- Greg?

- [Both] Stacey?

- Hey.

Hey.

(radio static whirring)

- Can anybody hear me?

Come in.

(radio whirs and clicks)

Ah, shit.

Ah, come on.

Ah, shit.

(electricity buzzes)

- Okay man, you got it? - Actually,

get that one, I got it.

- Okay. Oh, what the hell was that?

- Dammit it.

Come on.

(switch clicks) (scary bang)

(Rita screams)

- [Tyler] Oh, oh my god.

- Oh my god, Tyler! (whimpering)

(fuses clicking)

- Come on.

I thought I told you to get the hell (yells).

(zombie grumbles)

(glass shatters)

(zombie grumbles)

(metal clangs) (Mac yells indistinctly)

(zombie grumbles)

- Oh my god, Greg!

- Rita, no.

Rita, no.

- Wait, what're you doing?

- It's not him. - What're you doing?

- It's not him. - You're hurting me.

- He's one of them.

Rita, it's not him.

- You're hurting me. Let go of me!

- [Mac] Get her outta here.

- Greg. Greg, baby. Greg, it's me.

Greg, it's Rita. (Greg growling)

- We have to sever the head, Mac.

It's the only way to keep him from coming back.

(Rita crying)

(chainsaw buzzing)

- [Rita] No, Mac!

No!

(chainsaw whirring)

Please. (cries) Oh my god.

(chainsaw buzzing)

(blood gushes)

(chainsaw buzzing)

(deep somber music) (Rita sobbing)

- There was another one out here,

the other little bitch from our camp.

I, I took care of it though.

- You little piss ant.

Now, I wanna know what the hell's goin' on out there.

- What, what are you, what are you talking about?

I have no idea.

- You know something, goddammit.

And I want some answers, now.

- Mac, I work at the company, like you.

I'm just out here doing my job, that's it. Just like you.

(Carter gagging)

All right. All right.

(Carter breathing heavily)

It's called GX-1134.

It's a genetically enhanced hormone

we injected into the fungus at the base of the tree.

It, it, it brings in the nutrients and multiplies them.

You get old growth trees in a third of the time.

- I don't buy it. Genetically mutated trees?

What the hell are we talking about,

the twilight zone here or something?

- No.

Ask him.

- Well?

- Uh, yeah, GX, whatever, it sounds familiar,

but I don't, I don't know what it is.

- Well, I do.

It's my job. I work at the company.

I come out here. I collect samples.

I send them back to the lab and they test them for progress.

There were some inconsistencies with the samples,

and, and, and the guys at the lab,

they didn't wanna hear about it.

They told me to stay quiet.

I mean, what could I do?

- So how did it do all this?

- My best guess is the guy at your mill--

- His name was Eric.

- He's the host.

The sap from his saw must've gotten into his bloodstream

and then...

- I can't believe you, Carter.

I can't believe you'd just do anything

for a few extra bucks.

Like, look what you've done.

- You think you're saving the forest?

Chaining yourself to trees, waving around little flags?

Accomplishes nothing.

I am the only one who is trying to make a difference.

I am the only one that can actually end clear cut logging.

- You can't do it like this.

(deep somber music)

- [Carter] Not my fault.

(eerie music)

- Luke?

Luke!

Luke!

Luke!

Luke!

(slow eerie music)

Luke!

- Mac.

- What? What?

- It isn't safe out there.

You should come inside.

- I'm not leaving him out here.

You two go back inside. I can take care of myself.

Don't worry about me. I'm fine.

(slow tense music)

Luke!

(slow tense music)

(footsteps sloshing)

Luke!

(zombies grumbling) (tense scary music)

- Mac?

Mac, you all right?

- Oh, I'm fine. Just fine.

- Hey, guys. I found a...

- He was like my son.

You know, I have three girls at home

who I love more than life itself,

but I always wanted boys.

That's why out here, you see, they're my boys.

And I take good care of 'em.

I look out after 'em, always taking good care of 'em.

Now I've lost them all, and there's nothing I can do.

(soft tense music)

(bags crumpling)

(Tyler shivers)

- Got sandwiches.

- With the bridge locked out,

the only other way outta here is the back road

up through the other camp.

- How far?

- 20, 25 miles.

(Tyler sniffles and sighs)

(Tyler sniffles)

- What?

- It's got ham in it.

- I'll have it.

- Are you Jewish?

- No, I'm vegan.

- You know what?

I think there's some tomatoes.

They're a little mushy, but,

I think they're good.

- Thanks.

- I think this is a good place to bed down.

Seems pretty safe around here.

We'll get a fresh start in the morning.

(deep tense music)

(truck ignition stalling)

- This thing is never gonna start.

- All right, come on, again, again. Give it some gas.

(truck ignition stalling)

- We are stuck here.

We are never getting out

and this piece of crap is never gonna start.

- Come on, one more time.

(truck engine stalling)

I don't know.

(horn honking)

Hey.

- Come on, let's go.

(hand bangs)

I found Eric's truck down by the road there.

Come on, Rita, get in.

(truck rumbling)

(eerie pulsating music)

(zombies grumbling and gnashing)

Hold on.

(zombies grumbling)

(zombie thuds)

(truck rumbling)

Just keep going.

- (yells) Oh, oh. - Use the ax.

- Get him out.

- Get him off the damn truck. - Get him out.

- Get him off, get him off. - Just get him off the truck.

(Tyler grunting) - Hit him, hit him.

(zombie grunts) (haunting music)

- How many more are out there?

- Oh, there's one. There's one more, there's one more.

- Okay, hold on. Wait a minute.

Just wait a minute.

(tense music)

Give me the ax.

(tense music)

Son of a bitch.

(Luke growling)

Luke?

- Come on, Mac.

Come on!

(wood thuds)

Mac.

(Luke growling) (Mac whimpers)

(ax thuds)

(Mac sobbing) (ax thudding)

(Mac crying)

(ax thuds)

(slow sorrowful music)

(Mac crying)

(Mac gasps)

(gentle sorrowful music)

Mac.

It's okay, Mac.

Wasn't Luke anymore, you know?

(slow sorrowful music)

- Let's get outta here.

(truck rumbling)

(eerie music)

(brakes squeal)

(eerie music)

- [Rita] Holy shit.

- So, what do we do now?

(eerie music)

- The camp is just up over there, about three miles or so.

Just over there crest.

- Are you sure?

- I know these woods like the back of my hand, young lady.

Yeah, I'm sure.

- Oh, maybe there's another road.

May, may, may, maybe we're lost.

- There is no other road, Carter.

We cannot take the truck. We must go on foot.

(helicopter fluttering)

(eerie music)

(helicopter fluttering)

- Do you guys hear that?

- What?

- That. Hey.

Hey!

(all yelling)

(bullets popping)

- [Carter] What are they doing?

- They're shooting at us. - They're shooting at us.

- [Carter] Oh my god.

(helicopter fluttering)

What is happening?

(Carter cries out)

(tense music)

- Mac.

You probably don't remember me, huh?

- Andy.

- Oh, good memory.

What was that, eight years ago?

- Yeah, about that.

- Anderson.

- Tyler.

- Yeah, I know who you are.

- That's uh, Rita and Carter.

- Carter.

Long time, no see.

- You know this guy?

- Oh, we know Carter, all right. Don't we Carter?

What'd you slink back here to see some old friends?

Well, we sure missed you.

You see Carter here,

oh, Carter's real popular with some of the boys.

Aren't you Carter?

You know, as a matter of fact,

when this whole mess started, they were asking about you.

Isn't that right, Jack?

- What were you doing in the woods, Carter?

- Yeah, what were you doing?

(thunder rumbles)

- What are you doing?

I mean, (stammers), what,

same thing that you guys are doing in the woods.

I, I, I work for the company. That's it.

When you go out there I'm, I'm just out there

working for the company, that's all.

I, I work for your dad's company. Same as you guys.

- You know what? Shut up.

- Who was that out there?

- Who was shooting at us?

- Who do you think?

- You don't know what you're talking about?

- (scoffs) What? Daddy not like that, is he?

- No.

- Now, as you can see, we're completely on our own out here.

But I got some great men.

We can ride this thing out and survive if we're smart

and we're disciplined.

It's just a matter of time.

So I uh, cleared these bunks out for you.

I guess you'll have to decide who shares.

Real sorry about that. That's all there is.

No more room at the inn.

(men yelling excitedly)

- [Man] There it is.

(men yelling excitedly)

- Boys.

It's play time. Let's go.

- Whoo!

Come on, get off your ass.

(men chattering)

Who wants to play? Come on, boys, get in line. Let's go.

- Hey, right here, baby. - Hey man, hey man.

- Who is it today?

- Give me a shot. - Give it to me.

- You?

- Come on, give it, give it to the man.

- You? Bobby?

- Got 'em - Come to daddy.

- Come on, give it to the man.

(shotgun cocks)

- Ramon.

You're on the gate.

Rick, you've earned the honors. Do it proud.

- (laughs) Yeah. Come on.

- Ah, you lucky stiff. - All right, let's go.

(eerie music)

- Five, we're doing five.

- Five! We're doing five!

- Doin' five. - Whoo!

- Ramon, open the gate.

(gate clatters)

And one, two, three.

Four, five.

(zombies grumbling)

(shotgun blasts)

(men cheering)

(shotgun blasting) (zombies grunting)

(men cheering)

(shotgun blasts) (zombie grunts)

(men cheer)

(somber surreal music)

(silverware clinking)

- So, they showed up a couple days ago.

Now here we are just figuring out

how to keep ourselves safe from those things,

and thugs show up.

- What thugs?

- Company thugs.

- Gun thugs. Strike breakers.

Seems they got more than one use.

But don't worry, they won't come in this far.

They just stay up in their chopper,

sniping like the cowards they are.

- (scoffs) There are no gun thugs.

- No?

How'd I get this then?

- Mac?

- No. No.

No!

(fork thuds) (man cries out)

- Jesus Christ. What the hell is going on, Rick?

Clean it up.

(fork swipes)

Sorry about that.

- There's a question.

A question that you ask yourself over and over.

There's a question that you ask yourself,

that's what I'm saying, there's a question you keep asking.

You have to ask.

- What?

- Big question

that you ask yourself when you lie awake at night.

You whisper to yourself in the dark.

You replay that moment over and over again.

When you whacked your best friend.

- Ramon, got somethin' you wanna say?

Don't be rude.

Say it out loud, out loud so we can all hear it.

- I'm gonna, I'm gonna be quiet.

- See Ramon here is having a hard time.

Aren't you, Ramon?

- No, I have not a hard time.

- Ramon has been driving us crazy with his question.

Haven't you Ramon?

- Gonna be quiet.

- What is your question, Ramon?

- I'm gonna be quiet.

- Come on, spit it out. - I don't have,

I don't have a question.

- Get it over with, so we can all have our ice cream, Ramon.

Hm? What is your question, Ramon?

Huh? What is your question? Huh?

Why? Isn't that it, Ramon? Ramon wants to know why.

Oh, Ramon here-- (Ramon yelling)

Shut up! Shut up!

People tell Ramon why. (Ramon yelling)

Shut up!

Shut up. Shut up.

Carter, can you tell Ramon why, huh?

You know what? You have been too silent since you got here.

Why don't you ask him, Ramon?

Hm? Come on, ask him your question.

Ramon, ask him.

- Why? (breathing heavily)

Why is this happening?

(hand slaps) - Good boy, Ramon.

(door swings open and shut)

(silverware clinking)

Everyone finish your dinner.

(silverware clinking)

- (sighs) Sorry.

- It's okay.

- Do you want me to sleep on the floor?

- It's okay.

- You sure?

- Tyler.

We have to get outta here.

- I know.

- I don't know if I could make it through another dinner

like that.

- I don't know what choice we have.

Not gonna make it out there by ourselves.

- We're not gonna make it in here either.

I don't think I need to explain this to you,

but I'm the only girl here, and that's a little bit scary.

- I'll protect you.

(Rita laughs)

Why is that funny?

- It's not.

- Why is that funny? Seriously, why is that funny?

- It's not funny.

- You're laughing at me.

- I'm not laughing you. (laughs)

Tyler, honest.

I'm sorry.

- All right.

- Okay.

What about the guy with the steak knife?

Are you gonna protect me against him?

(both laugh)

- I will.

Sorry.

- It's okay.

(crickets chirping)

(gentle ambient music)

- Well, well, well, look, who's here.

The two love birds are finally awake.

Won't this be fun? Ladies first?

- No. This is disgusting.

- Oh, but please, I insist.

- I'm not gonna get in the pen.

- We'll give you a go later.

Let me see, who's it gonna be today?

Carter.

(men cheer)

- Uh, what about Mac? Maybe he wants to.

- Oh, come on.

(shotgun cocks)

It'll be fun. Everybody's doing it.

(men grumble in agreement) - Yeah. Quit playing the duck.

- Gather round, boys, this one oughta be good.

- All right. (men grumbling)

- Bring him in, boys. - Come on.

- Throw him in there. - Throw him in there.

(men laugh)

- All right, let's go. Everybody good?

- Now, let me think.

Ricardo will start you off easy. It's two.

(gun clinks) - Nice and easy, two.

- Two. We're doing two. - Whoo!

- Place your bets, ladies.

- Can we just start with one, please?

(gun cocks)

- Now it's three.

- Oh! - Three! I got 30 bucks.

Now it's three. (men jeering)

- Pull!

(suspenseful music)

(gunshot blasts)

(zombie groans)

(shotgun cocks)

- Anderson, this is sick.

(men chattering)

(gunshots blast)

(shotgun clicking)

- Anderson.

(gun clicks)

It won't go.

(zombies grumble) (men cheer)

It's jammed.

(men cheering) (fence rattling)

- Anderson, let him go.

Anderson. - It's jammed.

I don't wanna do this. I don't wanna do this.

I don't wanna do this. I don't wanna do this.

I don't wanna do it. - Anderson, you can't do this.

(gunshots blasting) (men yelling)

(eerie surreal music)

(men cheering)

- Nice shootin'.

(men chattering) (eerie music)

- [Man] Carter, you made me money, man.

- [Man] Put your dress on, Carter.

(men chattering)

- God has demonstrated his love for us here today

in this way.

- Ramon, not now.

- God loved this world so much

that he gave his one and only son.

So that all those who believed in him would not perish.

- You'll have to excuse Ramon.

He hasn't been himself lately.

Ramon, go lie down.

- No, no, no, no, no, no. (speaking foreign language)

The apocalypse is now.

My friends, are you ready?

Let he who has no sin cast the first stone.

- Ramon, goddammit I am not kidding you.

(Ramon speaking foreign language)

- Fatman, your time is up. My turn to speak now.

Now this is our day for absolution.

I will tell you something, in God's churches,

here in his greatest church of all,

we have bragged about our perseverance and our faith.

But this, this here, this madness,

this is evidence that God's judgment is real.

- Ramon!

- God is just.

- One more word, Ramon.

- He will punish all those who do not know God,

and those who disobey the gospel of the Lord.

(gunshot blasts)

(Ramon thuds)

(deep haunting music)

(finger scraping)

- Ramon was a very dangerous man, Rita.

- I don't wanna hear about it.

- Listen, you just don't understand how things work.

Okay, you have no idea what it's like to be responsible

for the lives of men.

- You're a piece of shit. - Hey, now listen.

- Don't-- - Just listen.

You know what I've always wanted to know?

Is what is it with you granola girls--

- Don't. Don't touch me. - These breeds, huh?

- Don't. - Huh? What is it, huh?

What about down here? - Don't!

- Down there, huh? - Don't you--

(door clatters)

- What's it like down here?

(Anderson grunts)

(Tyler breathing heavily)

(cries out) Shit.

(Anderson groans)

(Anderson yells)

(Anderson breathing heavily)

You better watch yourself, boy.

Huh?

Think you can keep a fresh piece like that all to yourself?

Huh?

(breathing heavily) You better watch yourself, boy.

(eerie music)

(door bangs shut)

- You okay?

(Tyler breathing heavily)

(rain splatters) (thunder rumbles)

(floor creaks)

(rain splatters)

(door creaks)

(rain splatters) (thunder rumbles)

(Carter grunts)

(rain splatters)

(deep tense music) (zombies grumbling)

(zombie growls)

(tense adventurous music) (rain splatters)

(footsteps clicking)

(zombie growls)

- Hey, Tyler.

Tyler. Rita.

Hurry up. Something's not right.

(men yelling distantly)

(deep suspenseful music)

- Where's Carter?

- Tyler, don't worry about it.

(zombies growling and gnashing)

(eerie music) (rain splattering)

Come on, Rita, Tyler, come on.

- [Tyler] Let's go. Go, Rita.

- Hey, get back.

(zombie grunts)

- [Rita] Mac, look out.

- Come on!

- Tyler, Tyler.

(Mac cries out in pain)

- [Tyler] Go.

- No! No, no! - Go, just go.

- I have something to tell you, Mac.

- [Mac] Rita, just go.

(Rita yelling)

- [Rita] No!

- [Mac] Just go, dammit!

(tense music)

- I spiked the tree, Mac. I spiked the tree.

- I know.

- I'm so sorry.

- Hurry. - Mac.

(Tyler grunting)

(zombies grumbling) Sorry.

- [Tyler] I think we better get out of here and just run.

(Rita yelling) (Mac grunting)

(thunder claps)

(Mac grunting) - Sorry, Mac!

(zombies grumbling)

(slow somber music) (rain splattering)

(thunder rumbles)

(rain splattering)

(zombies grumbling) (Carter yells)

- No! Help me!

Help me, help me!

Somebody, somebody help me.

- Mac, Mac.

- It's Carter.

It's Carter.

- [Rita] I know it's Carter.

There's nothing we can do.

- I gotta help him.

- No, Tyler.

Tyler, don't be stupid.

- I gotta help him.

- Please don't go, Tyler.

- I gotta help him.

- Tyler! What am I gonna do without you?

Tyler, I'm gonna, I can't make it alone.

- Just wait.

- I can't.

(zombies grumbling)

I gotta go.

(Rita yells indistinctly)

- Oh, no!

What am I gonna do?

(zombies grumbling) (Carter yells)

- Oh my god.

(Carter yelling) (thunder claps)

Oh, oh. Oh my god.

Wait, wait, wait.

Wait, wait, wait.

(Carter crying)

Wait! Wait!

(Carter yelling)

- Carter! - Help, Tyler.

Tyler. - Get up, Carter.

Move! Carter, get on your feet.

(zombie growls)

(Carter yelling)

(zombies grumbling) (Carter yelling)

- Rita!

- No!

(thunder claps)

(Tyler grunts)

(Tyler yells)

(eerie music) (thunder clapping)

(slow haunting music)

(Rita crying and yelling)

(thunder clapping)

(Rita yelling)

(slow somber music) (rain splatters)

(Rita breathing heavily)

(slow somber music)

(Rita sobbing) (rain splatters)

(car rumbles)

(slow eerie music)

(thunder rumbles) (rain splatters)

(gentle somber music)

(thunder rumbles)

(gentle somber music)

(deep mysterious music)