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Yuck.

The fire's still warm.

Is that you, Hermit Bob?

We kinda can see you.

Farmer Miller says
you might have stole

one of his chickens.

That happens to be
against the law.

Now, I'm hoping that it was
a fox that did that.

Up your hole
with a wooden pole, Cliff.

That also happens to be
against the law.

Should we take him in?

Where'd he go?

I don't know.

I don't see him.

Uh, we're gonna go back
to town now...

Hermit Bob.

Don't break any more laws.

Just calm down.

Hey, Cliff.

Fuck you.

Should we bring him in
one of these days?

I mean...

he fired a weapon
at police officers.

Yeah, I don't know.

I doubt he even stole
that chicken.

Farmer Miller
is such an asshole.

I've known Bob
since junior high.

Oh, wow.

That must have been
like 50 years ago.

Yeah, it was.

You know, Bob's been out there
for years,

eating squirrels and bugs,

and he never hurt anyone
that I ever heard of.

Well, he is kind of unusual.

00?

Shouldn't it be
getting dark by now?

Yeah, this
daylight savings thing

is all out of whack lately.

Damn it.

My watch stopped.

Or is broken or something.

Yeah, something weird's
going on.

Yeah. Weird.

Yeah, this isn't gonna
end well, Cliff.

The ant colonies.

All jacked up like it was
the end of the world.

Hey, Ronnie,
you want to swing by the diner,

get some doughnuts, coffee?

Um... no, thanks.

It seems late
for coffee and doughnuts.

I guess so.

This is home base.

Are you guys reading me?
Over.

-Hey, Mindy.
-You guys okay out there?

Yeah, we're just, uh,
cruising a bit

before we swing on back.

Uh, you need anything?

We could, uh, run by the diner,

pick you up
some coffee and doughnuts.

Negative. Thanks.

There is something strange
going on, though.

Have you guys, by any chance,
noticed that the...

...and the daylight and the...

I think the news report...

Hello, hello.

Shit. We lost her.

Use your cell.

That's funny.

It's completely dead.

And it was fully charged.

Hey, Cliff, should we listen
to the civilian radio?

Sure. Go ahead.

Wow, that sounds so familiar.

What is that song, Ronnie?

It's "The Dead Don't Die."

By Sturgill Simpson.

Sturgill Simpson?

Why does it sound so familiar?

Well, 'cause it's
the theme song.

-The theme song?
-Yeah.

How much longer until
my takeout's ready, Fern?

Be out shortly, Frank.

Just heating it up for you.

Would you mind turning off
that goddamn music?

Fucking Sturgill Simpson.

Sure thing.

So, Frank,
what makes you so sure

it's Hermit Bob
who stole your chicken?

Well, who the hell else
could it be?

That goddamn hairy lunatic,

living out there
all these years like a caveman.

Like some kind of ghost.

Might as well be Amish.

Maybe it was a... a fox, Frank.

Um, I don't think
Bob ever hurt anybody.

Yeah, well, tell that
to my fucking chickens.

Fox, my ass.

Here you go, Frank.

Want me to put that
in a to-go cup for you?

Nah, I can't drink
any more of that stuff.

It's too damn black for me.

I meant it's too strong.

Take care, Frank.

Yeah.

This special report:

These activities
could possibly be affecting

the Earth's rotation
on its axis.

Scientists say
even the slightest change

in this balance
may already be causing

a dramatic change
in our usual hours of daylight.

Meanwhile,
government officials,

as well as the heads of
the energy companies involved,

say the recent extensive
polar fracking

has had no discernible
consequences whatsoever.

Here's what
the energy secretary had to say

in this evening's
press conference.

Listen, these
alarmists are dangerous liars.

Let's not believe something

just because one so-called
scientist says it's true.

Polar fracking has created
fantastic jobs,

big profits and energy
for our great country.

-Let's not forget our priori...

What you think, Fern?

I don't know, Hank.

Shouldn't it be
getting dark out?

So,
you can see from this diagram

that if the Earth is pulled
even slightly off its axis,

the repercussions
could be extreme.

Coming up
in the next segment...

Holy shit, man, this is crazy.

A change in the Earth's
rotation or its spin rate?

That'd be catastrophic,
for sure.

All the cycles of the biosphere
would be affected.

The natural cycles of sunlight
would be disrupted,

plants wouldn't grow,
wind patterns would change,

and tectonic activity...

Forget about it.

The polar caps shifting
would mean...

I don't want to say.

Total planetary destruction.

For real?

Shut up.

Okay, time's up, girls.

Way up.

Well, if it isn't Geronimo
on the girls' floor again.

Do you want to be a girl,
Geronimo?

No.

Well, then get back
to the boys' section-- now.

Dennis.

Can you please escort Geronimo
back to the boys' section?

I'll deal with these girls.

Let's go, Geronimo.
You know the drill.

Let's go, you clowns.

It's bedtime for bozos.

You two ladies, too.
Let's go.

Secretary of Energy
Pillerton, however...

Thank you.

...fully refutes
these speculations,

-insisting...

See you, Bobby.

Excellent.
-You got it

-No, thanks.
-All right.

-Bye, Bobby.
-See you guys.

Wow, it's still so light out.

Okay. So...

-Bilbo Baggins.
-Hey, Dean.

What's up, buddy

After-hours delivery, WU-PS.

Check this out.

Got some
Weird News of the World.

The Earth off its axis.

That's bad news.

This is for you right here,
for your collection.

Oh, man. Starlog.

Eerie.

-Creepy, number 61.

April 1974.

That motherfucker's rare,
before you was born and shit.

Oh, man. Here, let me
give you some money.

No, that's on me.

-Add it to your collection.
-Thanks, man.

Just give me
your Herbie Hancock right here,

and I'll be on my way.

They need to fix the AC.

You know, it's kind of hot
in this motherfucker, huh?

All right.

Okay-dokay.

All right,
see you next week, Frodo.

Hey, Dean.

I was wondering
if you wouldn't mind just, uh,

dropping a little wisdom
until the next delivery.

The world is perfect.

Appreciate the details.

"The world is perfect.

Appreciate the details."

You guys shouldn't be here.

Strange.

Tasty porcinis.

Okay.

Mmm.

-Kitty!

Good evening.

This is Posie Juarez.

We interrupt this program

for a Centerville 7 News
Special Report.

People are saying their pets
have either just disappeared

or are acting unusually
skittish and aggressive.

Here's a report
from Harrisville.

Look at this.

I mean, I just couldn't find
my cat, Rainbow.

And when I finally did
find her,

she was under the house.

She's never done that before.

She's not usually like that.

She's very gentle and...

That's so strange.
Where are you guys?

...too, and she had
this wild look in her eye,

and when I finally tried
to pull her out,

she scratched me all to shreds,
like a wild animal.

That's so creepy.
I knew...

We're back?

Hello.

Wow, that is strange, and it
seems to be happening all over.

00.

But for now,
this is Posie Juarez

for Centerville 7 News.

-Stay safe...

and keep your eyes open.

Rumsfeld.

Rumsfeld. Here, boy.

Where the hell are you?

Goddamn dog.

Rumsfeld

Rumsfeld,
what you doing over there?

Get your ass inside.

-Come on, stupid.

Hey.

What are you doing?

Goddamn it.

Holy shit.

Who stole my fucking cows?

Where the hell are my chickens?

Frank's cows.

Into the woods, ladies.

Welcome to my world.

Damn it, Mallory.

Even dead,
you reek of chardonnay.

Cheap chardonnay.

How's she looking?

Well, she's not getting
any older.

Wow.
The diner sure makes

the world's best coffee,
doesn't it?

Yeah, but how can you
drink it so late?

-Won't it keep you up?
-No, I sleep like a baby.

Except maybe when I know
there's a corpse

waiting for me at work.

Oh, y-yeah.

Cliff, is the coroner
from Latrobe

gonna pick her up tomorrow?

It's getting a little creepy
being here alone

with Mallory decomposing
in there.

Yeah, they're supposed to come
pick her up tomorrow morning.

Thank God.

I don't know why she can't be
over at the funeral home.

'Cause she's going
to Potter's Field in Latrobe.

And 'cause our new
unusual undertaker,

Ms. Winston,
has got those two golfers

that were struck by lightning--
the Logans.

Thanks, Ronnie.

It's not really necessary,
but...

Can I, uh,
drive you home, Mindy?

Also not necessary, Ronnie.
You know I have my car here.

Oh, yeah.

-How is the Prius running?
-Fine.

Can you even fit two people in
that little Smart car of yours?

Well, yeah.
Holds two nicely.

This daylight thing
is bothering me.

It's strange.

Well, what can I say?

The world is
kind of strange lately.

Yeah, it sure is.

If you ask me, this whole thing
is gonna end badly.

So, what exactly do you mean,
Ronnie?

Oh, uh, don't know.

Just a feeling, I guess.

Strong feeling.

Oh, boy.

You okay doing the whole
night shift alone, Cliff?

Yeah, I can take a nap.

I mean, I can just lie down
in that other cell

next to old Mallory.

Oh, God.

Next to her... her dead body?

Might bring back
some old memories.

See you guys tomorrow.

-See you, Cliff.
-Yeah, see you tomorrow, Chief.

"This is all gonna end badly."

What does that mean?

I knew Mallory O'Brien
since I was a kid.

And believe it or not,

sh-she was
a pretty young thing, too.

-Please.

Sorry, but good riddance
to that drunken old goat.

Well, I-I-I don't know, Fern.

Geez, I got to get up
out of here.

I-I got to, uh, get
to the hardware store

early tomorrow morning.

I'm looking forward
to seeing you ladies tomorrow.

-Mm.
-Take care, Hank.

-Good night, Hank.
Sweet dreams. -

-Hank is such a gentleman.

Sure is.

Well, I better
get started cleaning here.

Listen, Lily.

I've been dying to ask you
about that new foreign woman

that took over
the funeral home.

What's her name?

Her name is Zelda Winston.

And she's strange, for sure.

And she's got these, like,
really weird eyes,

like she's, like,
looking right through you.

She pays me really well,
though.

Zelda. What-what kind
of name is that?

I don't know.

She's probably, like, Irish
or Scottish or whatever.

And she talks
really funny, though,

so I don't always get it right.

But I like the name Zelda.

It reminds me of, um,
Zelda Fitzgerald.

Who's that?

That's Great Gatsby's wife.

And who's that?

That's the really rich guy
from the 1920s.

The Robert Redford guy.

Well, anyway,
so what's it like over there

in those secret rooms
since she took over?

Well, there's these, like,
really creepy back rooms,

you know, where they, like,
keep all the stiffs.

And then next to that,
there's this big golden Buddha.

A what, now?

There's a big, shiny,
golden Buddha.

And then there's these, like,

old-looking samurai swords
on a rack.

Really?

Amituofo.

That's peculiar.

Now, stay put, will you?

What is it, Liv?

You okay?

Yeah.

I guess so.

I just got this creepy feeling.

You were probably just
having a bad dream.

Yeah, guess so.

A bad dream.

It's okay.
Just go back to sleep.

Thanks, Stell.

Hmm.

Toxic lunar vibrations.

All right, honey, I'm done.

-I'm leaving your money here.

I'm out of here, Lil.

Okay, Fern.
See you tomorrow.

Not if I see you first.

Very funny.

Excuse me, we're closed.

-What... what happened to you?

Aah! Lily!

Oh, get the fuck away from me,

you little motherfucker!
Oh, I'll fucking kill you!

I'll shove this mop up
your fucking ass, motherfucker!

Get the fuck away from me!

Coffee.

Coffee.

Coffee.

Centerville Police Department.

This is Chief Robertson.

Hi, Hank. What's up?

30?

What?

At the diner?

Uh, like I said
on the phone, Cliff,

often, Fern gets here early,
and so I thought I might

get some coffee to go,
and-and then this.

Oh, my God.

I-I saw them.

Fern and Lily.

Oh, man.

Uh, wh-what the hell was it?

A wild animal

I don't know.

But whatever it was,
it even smashed the coffeepots.

Oh, yuck.

Jesus Christ, Cliff.

What the heck was it,
a wild animal?

Several wild animals?

That's exactly what I said.

Hey, guys.

Wow. Fern's really done wonders
with these flower beds.

Really perks up the place, huh?

What?

-What happened?
-God, Mindy.

I don't think
you want to see this.

Uh, no, no, I didn't need
to see that.

Was it a wild animal?

Or several wild animals?

Cliff, is that really
Fern and Lily in there?

Uh, no.

That was Fern and Lily,
but now...

Do you need me here?

Maybe you could help out
with crowd control.

Okay, folks, can you move it
along now, please?

Thank you.

I can't believe it.

God, Ronnie.
This is really awful.

Maybe the worst thing
I've ever seen.

Yeah. Sure is.

-I...

I-I got to go.

So, what are you thinking?

You... you really want to know?

I'm thinking zombies.

What?

You know, zombies.

Ghouls. The undead.

Are you...

you're trying to tell me...

...you're thinking
zombies did this?

Yup.

Hey, Jack,
will you check your phone

-and see where we are exactly?
-Yeah.

Oh, man.

I'm not getting
any reception out here.

Geez, I don't even know
if my phone's working,

Hmm.

Let me try the radio.

Oh, wow,
it's working again, so...

I mean,
they're absolutely wrong.

We know very well
that polar fracking

has been great
for this country.

In my opinion, these naysayers

should just move
to somewhere else

-where they don't have to...
-I'm not listening to this.

"The Dead Don't Die."

I love this song.

Thanks.

Oh, shit, you guys.
We have to stop and get gas.

Look. Gas sign right there.

Okay, cool.
Come back soon, okay?

See you, Bobby.

-Stay sick, guys.
-Turn blue, Bobby.

Hey, kids, how's it going?

Eat me.

Whoa, this place is a trip.

Sure is.

Oh. Hi.

Hi.

Nice shirt.

-Nosferatu.
-Yeah.

It's really cool.

Thanks. I make 'em.

How about that?
Earth off its axis.

-End of the world.
-Mm.

Flesh-eating zombies.

You get a lot of zombies
around here?

That depends, I guess.

Uh, so... so, about the gas.

You want to pay cash or credit?

Here you go, Frodo.

Cool. Thanks.

Uh, did you, uh...

Did you just call me Frodo?

Did I?

Hey, is there a motel in town?

Yeah, there is one

Ooh.

Oh, that's a really good CD.

Sturgill Simpson,
"The Dead Don't Die."

Yeah, I know.
I love this song.

Is it nice?

-What?
-The motel.

Oh, yeah.
It's, uh... it's kind of cool.

It's one of those
old-school ones.

Like in old-school
horror movies,

with, like... like in Psycho
with the separated bungalows?

Uh, the Bates Motel in Psycho

was not separated into
"little bungalows."

-Ooh.
-All right.

That's 12 for the CD
and two dollars for the soda.

-Here you go. You can just
keep the change. -Thanks.

Oh, cool.

Whoa.

That's a super cool ride,
by the way.

Very, uh, George Romero.

Yeah, it's a classic.

Your film knowledge
is impressive.

What's your name?

Bobby.

Bobby Wiggins.

What's that

No, Wiggins.

-I'm Zoe.

Thanks, Bobby.

Will the Feds be
brought in on this?

It's... it's really weird.

I see.

But Miss O'Brien--

so she has to stay with us
another night?

Oh, God.

Okay. Thank you.

Hello, Ms. Winston.

Hello,
Officer Minerva Morrison.

Do call me Zelda.

Yeah, okay, sure.

You've been informed
of the tragedy?

I have.

Am I to understand
that the remains

will be brought to
The Ever After Funeral Home

for my preparations?

Uh, no,
that won't be necessary.

The Feds have already
collected the remains.

They've brought them
out of the county.

I see.

Is there anything else
I can do?

Yes.

I do have
an unrelated question.

-Shoot.
-"Shoot"?

I mean ask me.

Oh, yes.

Are you, by any chance,
a couple?

You and the physically
attractive one?

Um, you mean the younger one?

Officer Peterson?

That's the one I mean--
Officer Ronald Peterson.

Well, actually, no.

Why do you ask, Zelda?

Just accumulating
local information.

Oh.

Okay.

Dear Jesus.

I mean, that's
absolutely horrible.

I mean, who or what is-is-is

per-perpetrating
these... these...

Hey.

-What's going on?
-Hey.

Nice car.

'68 Pontiac LeMans.

Yeah. It's a beauty, huh?

It's our friend's
totally rad ride.

It's a classic.

Have a good one.

Later.

Guys, I'm so hungry.

Same. Let's eat.

I'll ask. H-Hey.

-Nice car.
-Thank you.

Uh, do you guys know if there's
a diner or restaurant nearby?

Sorry.

The only diner in town
is closed, indefinitely.

Well, that's unfortunate.

Uh, but we, uh, have
several vending machines

containing snacks, uh,
right over by the office.

Okay. Thanks.

Do you have change
for three dollars?

Yeah, I do.

I like your badge.

Oh, th... thank you.

That's, uh...

-That-that should be good.
-Oh, okay.

-Thanks.
-Oh, no, no.

-You can, you can have it.
-Yeah?

Okay. Thanks.

They just checked in.

Hipsters from the big city.

-Yeah?
-Yep.

My educated guess
would be Pittsburgh.

They got that urban style,
you know.

Oh, well, those plates
are from Ohio,

so my educated guess
would be Cleveland.

-Oh. Cleveland. Hmm.

Yeah, Cleveland.

Thanks.

Oh, yeah. Thanks.

-That girl's part Mexican.

Hmm

How can you tell?

I have an affinity
for Mexicans.

They're, like,
my favorite people.

I love Mexico.
I've been down there twice.

Okay, Ronnie,

then you should be the one
to inform them

that if they're gonna spend
the night in Centerville,

to not go out and to keep
their hotel room door locked.

Okay?

-Uh, you know, Cliff, uh...

I know this isn't important
comparatively, uh,

-but, uh, all of my cats
are gone. -

And-and, normally, they-they,
uh, just stay inside.

Well, I'm sorry
about that, Danny.

They could be hiding.

Nothing is happening normally
right now.

-Yeah.
-How did they react?

They said, "I heard you had
a lot of zombies around here,"

-and then they laughed.

Infernal hipsters
with their irony.

Melville.

"Nameless miseries
of the numberless mortals."

Well, everything
looks normal out there.

Yeah.

But what happened
sounds like the start of

-a gruesome horror film.
-Sure does.

Boo! -

Really, really not funny,
Geronimo.

You guys hear about those
grisly murders at the diner?

Yeah.
Just talking about them.

Creepy.

I've been listening
to the radio,

and I'm sure
it's the undead, yo.

Reanimated by the Earth
being thrown off its axis

from the polar fracking.

What are you saying?

I'm saying...

full-on
zombie apocalypse, baby.

Soon, there'll be
hordes of them.

-Geronimo.
-Shit.

Do you want to lose
your privileges again?

No, sir.

Then let's go.

Unbelievable.

Cliff,
why'd they used to separate

the children's graves
from the adults'?

Don't know.

Some kind of
a 19th-century thing.

Huh.

Seems like a bad idea somehow.

Yeah. So, what exactly are we
looking for here

Hey, look over here.

Here's another one.

Oh, man.
This isn't gonna end well.

Goddamn it.

Ghouls.

This is undead, reanimated,

full-on,
flesh-eating zombie shit.

No question.

I was supposed to retire.

I know.

Why didn't you

Retire two years ago.

Are we improvising here?

No, I was just asking.

But I probably know
the answer anyway.

Probably. Yeah.

So, is our plan
to continue to inform people

about the zombie danger
before it gets dark?

Oh, God, Ronnie.

Uh... I guess so.

Because we passed
Farmer Miller's place

a little while ago.
Do we need to inform him?

Fuck Farmer Miller.

Really?

He is a citizen of Centerville.

You're right. Uh...

We'll have Mindy call him.

Oh, okay.

So, Ronnie, how the fuck
do you kill a zombie?

Well, you got to kill the head.

-"Kill the head."
-Yeah.

By any means necessary,
kill the head.

Decapitate.
It's the only way to kill them.

Jesus.

And that's really the only way
to stop zombies,

is to kill the head, Hank.

I know it's gruesome,
but complete decapitation.

Doesn't matter if you use
a-a machete, steel wire,

hedge clippers, whatever.

Just as long as the spinal cord
is severed, right?

-And the head... is cut off.

And that's it.
De-animated.

kill the head.

Uh, wait, Bobby.

I-I'm not so sure
it was zombies.

You said they ate
Lily and Fern's flesh.

Usually, they go for
the brains.

It's unusual, but...

it's still cannibals, man.

Mm.

Definitely zombies.

Okay?

Hank, you can trust me.

I've seen almost every
zombie film ever made.

Mm.

This is zombie shit going down,
and we got to get prepared.

I don't know
what to think anymore.

Hank, the shells.

Oh, yeah.

Better safe than sorry.

Yeah, you're right.

Safe than sorry.

Just kill the head.

Several other shocking

-and brutal attacks

occurred in this
residential neighborhood

just outside East Brady.

The images are just
too gruesome

to broadcast at this time,

and police are saying
that it almost looked like

the victims were attacked
by a wild animal

or perhaps
several wild animals.

Police did provide this map

-showing where these...

Goddamn it,
my watch doesn't fucking work.

I just got it.
It's mad expensive.

Holy shit, dude,
this is insane.

Wow.

Maybe that Harry Potter guy
at the gas station

wasn't kidding, man.

What, about-about what?

About there being zombies
around here.

That's not even funny.

Don't joke.
It's really, really creepy.

Authorities are
warning all citizens

to stay inside
and keep all doors

and windows locked and secured.

Zack, lock the door, will you?

But for now,

this is Posie Juarez
for Centerville 7 News.

Stay safe
and keep your eyes open.

Kitties!

Where are you guys?

Kitties!

Kitties!

What in the name of...

Cats are gone.

Haven't seen or heard a bird
in two days.

It's already night out.

00.

Dear Lord in Heaven, help us.

Free cable.

Oh, it's free ca... -

Thank God you guys are back.

Jesus, Cliff, do we really need
all this stuff?

What's all this for?

We went by the hardware store.

You know what happens.

Hank and that hobbit kid Bobby
from the gas station

have locked themselves in
over there.

They tried to convince
other citizens to join them,

but with no success.

Why

Is it some sort
of epidemic or what?

It's zombies.

-What are you saying?
-Well, it's the undead.

They've been reanimated.

Caused by the Earth having been
pulled off its axis,

caused by the polar fracking.

But the authorities
and energy people

keep saying that's not true.

Really?

Oh, my God.

No.

She's not.
She's just undead.

Chardonnay.

Holy shit.
Did she just say "chardonnay"?

Yeah, she did.

Look out, kids.

Hey, little Mallory.

Chardonnay.

I got this, Cliff.

Chardonnay.

Those are some
pretty good cuts.

You played some
minor league ball, didn't you?

Well, um, a little Class A.

It-it was a long time ago.

Mindy, just remember
to kill the head.

Okay.

Kill the head. Okay.

Ronnie, take this thing
out of here.

You got it, Chief.

Oh, that's very nice.

Very nice, indeed.

You look gorgeous.

You two could have been
the king and queen

of the golf club, so you could.

Oh, my.

What's this?

Are you in this together?

I mean, this is
really inappropriate.

Oh, good grief.

So, the dead just don't
want to die today.

Is that it?

That's a shame.

I had them looking so bonny.

Oh, what is it now?

-Who's there?

Shit.

Who the fuck are you,

-and what do you want?

Ow! Hey!

Get the fuck...

Shit.

I killed him.

That was weird.

Candy.

-Candy.
-Snapple.

Snapple.

Snickers.

-Popsicle.
-Snickers.

Popsicle.

Popsicle.

Toys.

Skittles.

Toys.

Wi-Fi.

Wi-Fi.

Bluetooth.

Bluetooth.

Siri.

-Xanax.
-Oxy.

-Xanax.
-Oxy.

Ambien.

Oxy.

Guitar.

Guitar.

-Tools.
-Drill.

Sander.

Tools.

Hey, no. Come on.
-HANK: Hey. Hey.

Okay, okay. Holy shit.

-Hey, we need to mow them down.
-Come on, man.

-Bobby. Shit.

I got this one, Hank.

Shit.

Hey, Bobby!

The head, Hank!

I killed the head.

What the fuck

-Shh, shh! Shh, shh, shh.
-Quiet!

Get the fuck off me!

Holy shit!

Shithead!

Save me!

What Stop!

Get the fuck off me!

Closet.

Fuck!
-DENNIS: Fucking shithead!

...violent...

Reports of these

bizarre attacks are escalating,

with incidents occurring
sporadically across the country

and, as we're now learning,
uh, across the globe.

You see,
these violent marauders

have apparently first
been gathering in cemeteries,

then dispersing
into towns and suburbs,

while other reports suggest...

Great.

Now even the radio's dead.

Good riddance.

Guys...

shouldn't we be
telling each other

that it's all gonna be okay?

That this will all go away,
like a bad dream?

Ronnie?

Gee, Mindy,
I'm not sure I can say that.

Cliff?

Please?

It's all gonna be okay, Mindy.

Maybe it'll all just go away,
like a bad dream.

I doubt it.

Seven and eight.

-Now do both for eight.

-And push. And push. Yeah.

Cleveland.

What the...

Now, that's what I call
a murder of crows.

Darn, she's really good
with that thing, isn't she?

She sure is.

She's strange.

-She's Scottish.
-She's Scottish?

Let's unbolt the door
and get her in here.

Thank you very much,
Officer Ronald Peterson.

Chief Clifford Robertson.

Officer Minerva Morrison.

What exactly is
your plan of action,

Chief Clifford Robertson?

Well... well...

uh, it's a little
quieter now.

I-I think, I guess we should
just get in the patrol car--

some of us, anyway--
and, uh, patrol the community.

After all, that is our job.

I'm not staying here.

I-I think we should all
go together.

Well, I guess you're right.

I could stay here
and monitor things,

if that would help.

I'm quite confident
of my ability

to defend myself
against the undead.

Well, I-I can see that.

But, uh, can you operate the
police radio and our computer?

Oh, aye.

No bother.

Certainly.

Yeah, if it still works.

I don't know.

That would be a little unusual,
wouldn't it, Cliff?

Well, this is
a highly unusual situation

we're in, is it not,
Chief Clifford Robertson?

Perhaps we could all
meet up again in a wee while

in the cemetery.

Yeah, it's okay.
I guess it's okay.

Uh, let's go, guys.

We've got some more weapons
in the patrol car.

Excuse me,
Officer Ronald Peterson.

Might I request that I have

the use of your own
personal vehicle?

Uh, oh.

Oh, uh... okay.

Oh. Star Wars.

Excellent fiction.

Mm.

It's the, uh...

Red convertible Smart car?

Yes.

Mind how you go.

Slow down a second, Cliff.

Excuse me.

Yes.

Kill the head.

They gravitate towards things
they did when they were alive.

Yeah.

Tennis girl's kind of cute.

Geez, Cliff.

This is way too creepy.

Oh, God.

I know those kids.

But they're all dead.

Watch it, Cliff.

Did you have to do that?

I'm sorry.
I didn't see him.

Well, it doesn't matter, Mindy.

They're already dead.

Well, undead, to be precise.

Reanimated.

Fucking trespasser.

Kiss your ass goodbye.

Oh, shit, where are they all
coming from?

It seems pretty quiet.

But door number three is open,
so I'm gonna check it out.

Let's both check it out.

Well, I'm coming, too.

Oh, that's bad.

Sturgill Simpson.

Oh, my God.

Why did you do that?

They're not zombies.

They're just dead people.

Well, yeah, for now, they're
still just dead hipsters,

but they haven't turned yet.

It can take a while.

He's right, Mindy.

Now they're just...

dead hipsters from Cleveland.

Oh, my God.

I can't.

My God.

Well, look at all of you.

So very ravenous,

yet well past
your expiration date.

Oh, man.
Get a load of these two.

Coffee.

-Coffee.
-Coffee.

Oh, God.

Not that again.

Sturgill Simpson.

Great song.

Goddamn it.
I can't take any more.

That was irrational, Cliff.

Fuck. Do you think Hank

and Bobby Wiggins
are still in there?

Should we try to get 'em out?

Uh, Cliff, we're drawing
some attention.

Oh, God, Cliff.

Please get us out of here.

Please, Cliff. Please.

-That should hold.

Goddamn zombies, Bobby.

I know those guys.

They were two of
my best customers.

Yeah, yeah, the Good brothers.

Travis and Dallas Good.

They died in a car crash
some time back.

Oh, shit.

Yeah, now I remember
those guys.

The Good brothers.

-They were really good
guitar pickers. -

That's right.
It's-it's like they came out

of the birth canal
with guitars in their hands.

I think you saved my life, man.

No worries, Hank.

Shit.

-What?
-The fucking back door.

The back door
to the storage room.

What?
-HANK: Here.

Jesus, Bobby.

Shit.

There's way too many, Hank.

This here is a nightmare,
Bobby.

We're goners, man.

Fuck.

Come on. Give me that!

Well, I'll be a monkey's ass.

It's finally payback time.

You goddamn refugees!
I'll get all of you!

You're gonna pay for this!

Get off my property!

-Hey! Ow!
-Mmm.

This is good chicken.

Damn it! Hey!

You want to get out and check?

Uh, I'd-I'd rather not.

Well, that's perfect, isn't it?

Right in the middle
of the fucking cemetery.

No, it isn't perfect.

Why did you run over them?

They are not
ordinary pedestrians.

This is definitely
gonna end badly.

Shut up, Ronnie.

No, you shut up.

Shut up, Ronnie!

Please stop fighting.

Please.

Mindy.

Mindy...

It's my grandmother.

Oh, God, Granny.

Mindy, Mindy.
-No.

Mindy, get it together.

It was your grandmother.

I can't take this anymore.

I can't do it!

I'm done with this nightmare.

Granny, I'm coming.

-I'm coming.
-Mindy?

No, Mindy! No, don't!

Oh, no!

Holy fuck.

God help us.

Centerville.

USA.

A real nice place.

What an amusing little machine.

Oh, here's a curious one.

Hello there.

Fashion.

I can assure you
that is not your tartan.

Nice neck, though.

Come on. I know
a safe place we can hide.

Oh, shit.

Is that Danny Perkins?
Over here.

Sure looks like him.

I'm sorry, Ronnie,
if I've lost it.

It's okay, Cliff.

But I got to say,

you have been acting
a lot different

since all this weird shit
started happening.

What-what are you
saying, Cliff?

I'm saying that you seem
so oddly controlled.

I mean, shit.

Well, I'm just, you know,
dealing with it in my own way.

But I've been telling you
this is all gonna end badly.

Goddamn it, Ronnie.

May I ask you a question?

Sure. Ask away.

You have been saying
that this is

all gonna end badly,
from the very beginning,

over and over.

So, what made you
so fucking sure of that?

How did you know everything
in advance?

Do you really want to know?

Yes!

I want to know.
I really want to know!

Okay. I know because
I've read the script.

You...

read the script.

The whole script?

All of it?

Yeah.
Jim gave me the whole script.

He only gave me our scenes.

I never saw a complete script.

After all... I've done
for that guy.

And it's a lot that
you don't even know about.

What a dick.

That's weird.

They're all leaving.

Right. Here we go.

Are you seeing what I'm seeing?

I think I am.

Was that in the script?

No.

Not the one I read.

Well, that was unexpected.

I knew there was something
unusual about her.

Yeah.

So, Ronnie,
how does it end, then?

Well...

We got to give it
our best shot.

"Our best shot."

Okay. Yeah.

But then it ends badly, right?

Uh, yeah.

Yeah, it does.

Okay, then.

Let's do it.

Let's do it.

Cliff and little Ronnie.

Warriors.

Among the dead.

Zombies.

Remnants of
the materialist people.

Oh, no, you don't.
No, you don't.

I guess they've
been zombies all along.

Ghosts.

Oh, hey, Bobby.

Shit.

"Nameless miseries
of the numberless mortals."

Frank.

Hey.

You got this coming.

Goodbye, Frank.

You reap what you sow.

All right, who's next?

Ow.

Yuck.

All righty.

Hold your head up.

Granny.

Mindy would want you
to say hi to Grandpa.

Ah, Hank.

I'm so sorry, brother.

I just can't do it.

You take care of yourself.

-Danny.

I just saw Hank.

Ashes to ashes.

Dust to dust.

Ronnie.

Mindy!

Cliff.

Ronnie.

No!

Jesus, Ronnie.

The dead just
don't want to die today.

Reanimated and all jacked up,

just like those ants.

The end of the world.

I guess all them ghost people
plumb lost their goddamn souls.

Must have traded 'em away

or sold 'em for gold
or whatnot.

New trucks, kitchen appliances,

new trousers,
Nintendo Game Boys,

shit like that.

Just hungry for more stuff.

Oh, down they go.

The sad end
of Cliff and Ronnie.

What a fucked-up world.