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[city sounds and sirens]

[a woman coughs]

[heavy breathing]

[gutteral growls]

[loud banging outside]

[man screaming]

Oh, God!

Help me!

[screaming intensifies]

[baby crying]

- Hey! Look what we got!

Look! Look! Look! Here I am!

[baby’s cries intensify]

Oh, my goodness.

Goodness me.

Hey, look at me! I know, I know.

Hey, you wanna play peekaboo? How about peekaboo?

Where’s Dada? Here I am!

[singing] In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

you'll never change your socks

and little streams of alcohol come trickling down the rocks!

-It's okay, sweet girl. Look! Look-look-look.

[baby’s cries continue]

Oh, Grandma!

What a big, horrible,

mouth you have!

All the better

to eat you with!

[baby’s cries disappear]

[baby cries]

-Om-nom-nom-nom!

-Om-nom-nom-nom-nom!

- [Walter] Iverson.

Iverson?

- I really, really wish I could,

but still, I just feel like someone else is a better fit.

- This isn't a big deal!

I just need a forensic CPA to pick up the laptop

to maintain that chain of custody.

It's a legal thing, dude.

- We're on the same page. It's just...

This is Erin Conrad's case.

Wouldn’t it make more sense for her to handle it?

- Yes, but like I said, she's out sick.

Right, right.

You said-

You said that.

- [Man Off-Screen] Walter. Hurry up! We’re gonna miss our tee time.

- Wait...

Are you on your way to the links?

I thought-

You mentioned that-

-Yeah, we will, but this is...

This place is a members only type place, so no plus one,

you know?

Now, see, it's

it's a 20 minute drive over to that coffee shop.

I just need you to swing over, pick up her laptop

and drop it off at the office.

It could not be simpler.

Help me out!

- I would,

it's just

there's no way I'm going to find

a babysitter on such short notice.

- Take the baby with ya! It’s not a big deal.

Look, pal,

I know things have been tough,

and I don't know how you've-

Man. But you have.

And that's way letting you work from home

these last few months has been the least I could do.

But I'm asking you to do me a solid.

- I would,

I just can't.

- Okay, but if you can't do this, I'm gonna need you

to start coming into the office on Monday.

- The office office?

- Yes, the office office.

- But you don't need me...

need me there.

- We need the laptop to complete the preliminary audit.

If you don't take it in today,

then I have to take it in on Monday.

And if I have to go in, little buddy, you have to go in.

- But it's Erin's case.

- See you Monday!

- No, I'll go in.

I'll do it.

- Hallelujah.

Puttin’ the thumbscrews to me

you son of a bitch.

Have a great time today.

I’ll have an Aperol Spritz for ya.

[video call disconnects]

- [Customer] And a 12 ounce hot, but not

hot hot. 130 degrees, if possible.

Split shot,

half caff, half decaf, sugar free caramel, half pump only,

no foam Americano with two inches of almond milk.

No sleeve.

I'm picking up these orders for other people.

- So what?

You're too good for my coffee?

- No, I like coffee.

- Just not my coffee.

- Would it matter?

Because the order isn't ready?

- Hey, how many baristas you see behind me?

I'll give you a second to count.

- I see zero baristas behind you.

- Oh!

That's crazy, because

I also count none baristas.

Now, if someone else had shown up for their shift

or if my boss wasn't freaking out,

your order would be ready already. So,

you can take all that blame,

aaaand boop!

- Look, I get it. I'm-

I'm also bustin’ my butt here.

For the crazy order.

- $20 tip? - Courtesy of Channel 8 News.

- Channel 8? - Oh yea.

-Well, I'll get right on that!

- Are you going to get right on it?

- Yeah, I'm doing it right now.

Can't you see me doing it?

Look at me go.

Such fun! Maracas! Cinnamon!

Oh, wait, wait, there's-

There's other people in line whose orders I need to take.

Like it's my job. So.

- Unbelievable.

[eerie music]

[table and chairs slam against each other]

[music intensifies]

Crazy night at the frat house?

- Oh!

No, I have a baby.

- Yeah, yeah, I figured, I mean,

although that backpack is working for you.

You haven’t been getting much sleep? - Yeah, I haven’t been getting much sleep.

Yeah,

- I remember the routine.

Have you been keeping your daddy up all night?

Have you?

No, I don't believe you did

because you're too cute. Yeah!

But you know what?

He just snuck in a little nap

standing up...

in public.

I know!

She's adorable.

Anyway, I think you're up.

- Thanks.

- You look like you deserve some coffee.

- Thanks.

- [Barista] Morning.

Welcome to Starlight Cafe.

Would you like to try our new goat milk latte?

- Uhh... Hi.

She likes goat milk,

Brie.

I... Ummm-

Is Carla Mendoza here?

- You a cop or something?

- Oh, no. I, umm...

I'm an accountant.

- No freaking way.

Is she busted?

Is she being sued?

Oh, my God, is that why she's been acting pistachios?

It's not, uh- is she...?

- Down the hall.

I'll show you the way.

- No, you don't have to trouble yourself.

- I got to take this trash out anyway.

I need a break or I’m gonna die.

There’s her office.

- Thanks.

Come in.

- Hi.

Good morning, umm-

No, you're not Carla Mendoza, are you?

- Yes, yeah, I am. Technically, it's

my ex-husband's name, but I keep it just to piss him off.

Is there something I can do for you or-

- I'm not Erin.

- You're not Karen?

Oh, good.

Thank God, because then you'd want to speak to a manager

and I'm the manager, so...

- Erin Conrad,

She was the auditor who was assigned to your case.

I'm not her.

I'm Donald Iverson.

- You're an auditor?

But you have a baby.

- Yeah, umm...

I- She's- It's, uhh...

I'm just here to pick up a laptop, Carla.

- Okay, you know what? You can call me Miss Mendoza.

- Is... that... it?

- My father

invested his retirement into this place

so that he could leave me something.

And you have the nerve to think

that I would spit on his grave by embezzling money?

- I'm sorry for your loss.

-Oh, you are?

Well, thank you. Thank you. Donald.

Okay?

- And the embezzling.

But I'm not saying that,

Erin is. Actually, technically, I'm not involved.

- Well, you know what, Donald?

Your boss was real smart to have you bring her along

because, you know, it's real hard for me to lose my

s - h - i - t

when you are here.

It's impossible.

You should bring her in all your audits.

You know, it's just a little tip.

- You know, this might sound crazy,

but do you mind pulling up the form for annual tip

income and allocations?

- I don't even know what that means.

- She wants you to do it.

Would you do it for her?

- If she wants to see it, I'll pull it up.

Is it just, like,

the main form?

Like, whatever I filled out? Here.

You know, you should tell people that you're an auditor.

I know why you don't, though,

nobody would like you.

- Oh, there.

Right here.

Line item 4-A, Indirectly Tipped Employees’,

it's blank.

- Duh.

Because there aren't any.

The tips go directly to them.

- Credit card and debit card tips should be filed

there, not under income.

It's probably the reason for your reporting discrepancies.

- See, I told you I wasn't an embezzler!

Oh, yes. Oh, God.

I can't wait to see the look on Erin's face

when we tell her. Let's call her!

Let’s call her right now.

I want to do it. Put her on speaker!

I want to hear it. I want to hear-

Maybe she'll have emotion.

- I don't think she'll pick up.

- Yeah, she never does. What’s with that?

Oh, okay. Wait.

To be clear, am I screwed or am I unscrewed?

- Well, new information allows for audit

reconsideration. It should give you enough time

to amend your taxes.

But I recommend in the future you hire a tax professional

so this will all be handled in succinct fashion.

- Is that something that you do?

- No, Miss Mendoza.

Okay, well, you can call me Carla again

because you saved my business.

- No, Carla, I just do forensics.

- Don't you say that in front of her.

Your daddy just doesn't do forensics.

Today, your dad saves people.

[door slams]

[baby cries]

[baby’s cries intensify]

You were doing so well.

Okay, we'll get you changed.

[eerie music] [skin screetching across glass]

Excuse me.

Do you have a changing table in the bathroom?

- Uh huh.

- Where is it?

- The last door.

The one with the bathroom sign.

It's okay.

We're almost there. This’ll be alright.

[eerie groans]

Sorry.

Umm... It's just a diaper.

I didn't poop in the sink or anything.

Sorry.

Keep on chugging.

[eerie music intesifies]

- Through it all-the-places.

- I didn't realize anyone else was here.

Without the pieces you work for ‘em.

- I work for the IRS.

I'm not here for-

[winces]

- They can see it, in the back.

- Hey, your head.

You all right?

- No. No. No. No. No. No...

- Look, I apologize.

It's an honest mistake.

You take care, now.

- Don't you move!

Got you on camera.

Say your identity!

[whispering] Say it. Say it.

- I’m gonna go get you my business card.

[crashes and screams at coffee counter]

They’re here.

- Who?

On that note.

- You can’t let them take the baby.

- You really want to do it this way?

Okay.

I tried to be civil.

- [panicked whispers]

[nearby scream]

What the hell was that?

- [Male Voice] Go back! There’s more in the alley

- [Female Voice] They're coming!

[banging on bathroom door]

Hey! Open the door!

- [Male Voice] Let us in! C’mon let us in! - Are you guys okay?

- [Female Voice] Please, you have to help us!

- They need our help.

- [Female Voice] Move! [pounding on door]

- Gotta save the baby.

Gotta save the baby!

- [Male Voice] Don't kick it. Wham it!

- [Female Voice] Oh, please open the door.

- We have to let them in. - You're not letting nobody in!

[pounding on door intensifies]

- [Female Voice] Ow! My stupid shoulder.

- No!

- Hey, what are you doing?

- We can't let them - [New Male Voice] Open up!

- But they’re right out there! - [Male Voice] Open up! Open up!

- [New Female Voice] Help us!

[monstrous growl]

- [Male Voice] Stay away!

- [Female Voice] What are you doing?!

[screams] [growls] [pounding on the door]

[horrific sounds intensify]

[screaming]

- What the hell was that?

- I you saved your life, babies too.

Saved everybody in this joint.

- From what?

There's no reception.

- There's always bars.

Hey.

You okay?

- No, my shoulder is dislocated.

[bones pop]

- Can you tell me what you saw?

- Bro, give me a minute.

Can you tell me what you saw?

- It's fine.

- I don't think it's fine.

- Why is there no cell reception in this stupid place?

- Every calling?

- Cool it Capt. Questions. Why didn't you let us in?

- What were you running from?

- You sure took your sweet time. We were this close to dead.

- Why don't you tell me what you were running from?

- You tell me. I tell you now.

- No.

I got the door unlocked and you guys are all in here now.

So someone tell me what's going on!

- All right. Zombies.

- Uh huh.

Any other opinions?

- Look, I know it sounds bonkers, but

I saw them too.

- Okay, maybe it’s a semantics issue.

When you say “zombies,” you mean-

- I mean, you can take off your tie ans let your hair down.

- The end of the world.

Something to eat dirt from the city.

- Okay, I understand everyone's upset,

but when you say zombies, you mean “brainwashed?”

Is there an active shooter?

- Did you hear any gunshots, Sherlock?

- Okay, no, but you can't blame my incredulity

since zombies aren’t real.

- Okay, then crazy people with blood coming out of their mouths

trying to rip people apart and eat them.

Call it whatever you want, but for the sake of conversation

and answering the questions, you keep asking me,

“What’s happening? What's going on? Tell me what's happening!”

I'm telling you whether you want to believe it or not,

out there, there's zombies.

- Is that true?

Still got to do something.

- Did you concussed yourself crashing into that door?

What exactly do you think you're going to do right now?

- I'm going to go kick some ass and get us out of here.

Now, see,I know that's what you think

you're going to do, but you're not.

- See, I don't think I just do.

- You know what's out there and no doubt want to give every

one of those sons of bitches free tickets to the gun show.

But I can't let you open that door.

- I'm getting the sense that you're

overestimating your ability to stop me.

- Clearly, you sniff a lot of protein powder.

There's a baby in here.

Okay, just...

think of the innocent little baby.

- Oh my God.

[panicked breathing]

- Brie, try to slow your breathing.

You’re hyperventilating.

I think you’re having a panic attack.

- How do you- How do you know?

- Lot's of practice with my wife.

Just, umm...

try to exhale fully and breathe deeply.

[breathing slows]

Good.

Better?

Hey, think I could ask you a favor?

- Ask away.

- I'm just going to go over there for a second

and I was hoping you keep an eye on my daughter.

- I mean-

- I'm just going to be right over there,

and she's not going to go anywhere.

She'll stay in the carrier.

You don't have to water her or anything.

Just keep an eye on her.

- Oh.

Yeah. Yeah, yeah, I can.

- Okay.

Brie.

Thanks.

I'll be right back.

See? I don't hear anything.

They're probably gone.

- If they're not?

- You two circle the wagons.

I’ll investigate.

- I can't let you open the door there either, Chief.

- I agree with you.

I've got no interest in opening that door.

But I also agree with her.

We can't just sit around and do nothing.

- I got your six.

[rustle on the other side of the door]

- [Annabelle] You hear anything?

- [Toby] Are they there?

[baby coos]

[slams and monstrous growls]

- Shit.

- It's okay.

We can stay here until they just

vamoose.

- And if zombies don't just

“vamoose?”

- Then someone will come save us. - [Toby] Who?

Who, exactly, do you think he's going to come save us,

exactly?

Even if they wanted to, no one knows we're here.

- It must be if they say it.

You look like you have a plan.

Tell me you have a plan.

- Carla’s office is on the other side of that wall.

She might still be in there.

[knocks]

[KNOCK KNOCK]

Carla.

Carla!

It's the the IRS guy.

Donald Iverson with the- - [Carla] Is the baby okay?

Yeah. Yeah, she’s okay.

Are you okay?

- [Carla] Yeah.

Pretty freaked out, actually.

I barricaded the door.

- Smart.

Carla, we don't have service in here.

Do you?

- [Carla] No. There's no service in the whole building.

That's why the landline is installed.

- Can you use the landline to dial 9-1-1?

- [Carla] Let me check.

[faucet running water]

Save some for the whales.

- [Carla] No dice. The message is looping.

God, I need a smoke.

- All right, Carla,

the window in your office

can you use it to go find help?

- [Carla] Who? The police aren’t answering.

- Well, it doesn't have to be the cops

it can be anyone!

Find a weapon, look for a gun.

- [Carla] Is it dangerous out there too?

- Probably, I don't know.

- Yes! It's dangerous.

Carla.

I don't know if I would jump out that window either.

And I don't know what's out there,

But I do know that I have a baby in here with me.

And I'd like to think that

if I were you, and you were me.

You were asking me to do the thing I'm asking you to do,

well, I genuinely believe I would do it

as you.

- [Carla] Listen,

I know what you're talking about,

but I'll do it for the baby.

- Okay.

Do you have any, any weapons you can take with you?

- [Carla] I got a pair of scissors.

- Nice. Great. Okay.

With any luck, you won't have to use them.

[massive crash]

[Carla screams]

Carla!

Carla!

Carla, what's happening?

- [Carla] Okay, it’s getting in!

I gotta- I gotta get out!

- Hey! Carla, do not go in the hallway!

Do you hear me?!

[zombies growling]

Carlo,do not go in the hallway.

There has to be another way.

They're waiting there for you!

Carla!

[Carla screams from the hallway] [a door slams shut]

Whoa!

- What are you doing?

Carla just escaped.

The coast is clear.

- How can you know that?

- We just heard the back door bang shut.

- What kind of correlation is that?

- I heard the bang, too. There's a key broken off in it.

- This is our opportunity to escape without a fight.

- You do remember the pool of blood outside the door, right?

You're telling me that you're prepared to hot

step your baby through an army of things that did that?

- We don't know how many of them are out there.

- There's a smart man.

I bet you could come up

with a super safe way to escape. For the baby.

- Maybe. Yeah.

- Nah, no maybe. Plan is good.

Brie agrees, I agree.

We’re leaving.

- He just said he heard Carla make it out the back door.

That's good.

She's going to get help because he asked her to.

That was the whole plan.

Now all we got to do is hang tight till she returns.

- But how far did she actually make it?

What if she needs our help?

Whoa! What are you doing?

He has a baby. - [Toby] Yeah, and he's child endangering.

- It's not safe to push people.

- And it's not safe to open doors and let in zombies.

- We're leaving.

- Bro. I said no! - Cut it out!

[baby cries]

Are you high?

I'm keeping that baby alive.

If we open that door, we are all dead.

[man screaming in the hallway]

[footsteps rush towards door and slam on it]

[pounding on door]

- All right, stay calm.

They'll stop just like before.

[pounding on door]

Shit.

- Why won't they stop?

[baby cries]

- They're after the damn baby!

- They're after all of us.

-Calm your child! - I'm trying.

- You’re making it worse!

- Stop yelling at him and maybe the baby’ll stop!

- Shut the baby up!

- I can't if you keep shouting.

- Give her to me!

- Don't.

- Get out of the way!

[Toby gasps]

[baby cries]

[zombies at door get louder]

[babys cries fade]

[sounds at the door fade]

[Toby gasps]

You must thinkg you’re real tough.

A real hero attacking me from behind.

You deserve a meda right there.

- Don’t touch my tit.

- I didn’t touch your tit!

- Yeah, gotta keep your hands free for smothering babies.

- I wasn't going to smother the baby.

I was just going to cover ts mouth.

- [Brie] I dont...

think...

it didn't-

It didn't seem like-

- [Toby] What the hell do you know, huh?

I just saved your lives, all of you.

You're welcome, by the way.

And you're welcome for not saying I told you so.

Because just like I said, they were out there waiting.

- No they weren't. We would have made it.

- Maybe a little less bench press

and a little more inductive reasoning.

They couldn't have been further than the end of the hall

because they were back here in seconds,

as soon as they heard that baby cry.

- This isn't about her. - Isn't it?

Because how I remember it.

As soon as that baby stopped screaming,

they stopped smashing that door.

- They want...

poor baby.

- See, even nutjob agrees with me.

- You're a prick.

- Oh. I'm sorry.

The man with abnormal psychology under the sink

licking bloody garbage concurs with my assessment.

Should I amend my speech for the zombies, too?

Call ‘em the living impaired?

Non-consensual cannibalism isn't a choice.

- Bro!

We're all in this together. We got enough problems.

- Of course we do.

We have serious problems lurking right outside that door.

And those problems want the serious problem we have in here.

That baby.

They want all of us.

- What if it is the baby crying?

- It's not. And she wouldn't be crying

if you wouldn't have been shouting.

- Okay, let's pretend that that is true.

Okay?

How long shall her natural tranquility endure?

- Indefinitely.

Just as long as you stop trying to assault me.

- “Indefinitely.”

Okay.

Honest question for you ladies.

Since we're all in the same team,

what do you think happens when he runs out of diapers?

What happens when he runs out of milk?

- I won't, it's a non-issue.

- Yeah? You got a cow in that bag?

- [Donald] Got plenty of milk and diapers.

- [Toby] Plenty?

Plenty is a little subjective for my taste.

Stop me if I'm getting out of pocket.

I just feel like the team here

should be entitled to the same level of confidence

that you have by knowing exactly how much “plenty” is.

Show us.

- [Donald] Show you.

- Yeah.

We'd love to see.

- I'm afraid you're out of luck, pal.

- Pal?

Give us the bag.

- I'm not giving you anything.

- You gonna 'Et tu, Brute' me, if I turn my back?

- It makes sense?

You know, and it would help me relax, too,

if we could see.

- Stealing from a baby.

Is that it?

- “Plenty.”

- We're only supposed to be gone for five minutes.

- How long will that bottle last?

- She eats every 2 to 3 hours.

- When will she need to eat again?

- She is going to need a feeding

in about... a couple-

- How many minutes?

- 10 or 15.

- So quick math for anybody that didn't bring an abacus,

you're telling me that we have 2 to 3 hours

before it starts crying uncontrollably,

those zombies bust open that door,

stab their fingers into our flesh

and break open our rib cages?

- I'll figure something out.

- Oh, yeah? Like

how to adorn this place with our guts?

Yeah, I'm sure we'll figure something out.

- Yeah, we'll think of something.

and we’ll find a way to escape.

- There's no escaping this.

You know that baby's putting all of us in danger.

- We're already in danger.

- You're one bottle away from killing everybody in here.

Unless you're a wizard

who can make her disappear in a poof of smoke.

- I'll find a way out.

Found it.

- Found what? - Our way out.

- What's up?

- [Toby] Where?

- That air duct.

- We don't know if that goes anywhere.

- Actually, I'm pretty sure it leads to the roof.

- How the shit do you know that?

- The air conditioner broke six months ago, and a repair guy

with gold teeth was up there

stomping around for, like, two weeks while he fixed it. So,

yeah. Pretty sure the unit's up there.

- So, you know the air duct layout

because a guy had a ham sandwich on the roof one time.

- Basically.

- Excuse me.

Gonna save everyone real quick.

- I hope you're right.

- [Brie] I can watch her for a bit if you want.

- Sure.

That's a good spot right there.

- So what do we think?

- I think we need to get that grate off.

- [Annabelle] Okay.

Good?

- [Donald] You know what?

Maybe you get on my shoulders, and then I'll be on the toilet.

- [Annabelle] Alright, shoulder-ride!

Okay, let’s do it.

Oh. Okay.

- Okay.

- It's pretty flush against the ceiling.

- Here.

Try these.

- Okay.

No. Go.

- Okay. - Here ya go.

- Thanks.Coming down.

You guys doing okay?

Thanks.

- You got it.

Damn.

Okay.

Put me down.

- Okay.

Coming down.

- [Donald] Hey, do you have a screwdriver or a nail file?

- I mostly chew.

Oh! I have a stupid little, ummm...

pocket knife! It’s umm-

It's in my bag

behind the counter, so

Sorry. [video game sounds]

Hey you don't happen to have a multi-tool or something, do you?

- Yeah. I've been holding out on you this whole time.

- What's wrong with him?

- Any luck?

Mister?

- Hey, man!

you all right?

[eerie music swells]

No!

I just fixed it!

- Hey, I need to borrow that microphone.

- No. You put lies in it.

- No, I won't, I promise.

I just want to use it as a screwdriver

so we can remove that grate.

C’mon, let me help you up.

- No, you'll drop me.

- Okay.

Someone else, then.

- Oh, don't- Don't look at me.

Roid Rage jacked my neck.

Hi. My name is Annabelle.

What's your name?

- It's me.

Harry.

- Hi, Harry.

It's nice to meet you.

You look like someone

who could really help.

- They won’t help.

We gotta do it ourselves.

- Okay!

Not him.

He’s crazy.

- It's probably for the best.

- His head was bleeding earlier.

Keep your balance. I don’t want you to fall

if he passes out.

- It's okay.

I’m good up top.

[a chorus of strange whispers]

Whoa!

- It's the concussion.

Let's get you down.

- [Harry] No.

- Hey, are you all right?

- Yeah. I'm good.

Awake.

Harry, you good?

Sorry.

Might take a minute, but

it looks like once we get that great off, we'll have our way out.

- Then what?

- Then we will get reception.

We'll be able to call for help.

- Cops sound pretty busy there.

- Well, then we'll call someone else.

- Who?

- I don't know, someone's crazy uncle with the rocket launcher.

All right,

but once we get up on that roof, then we can escape

and get down to our cars and get away.

- Get away to where? We're just going to die in the alley.

- ‘Kay. Keep steady,

Harry. You're doing great.

- What's your deal, man?

- One down, three to go.

- My deal is it's the zombie apocalypse.

There's no place to go.

- The world isn't over.

- You didn't see it.

You don't know.

- Okay,

I get a sense that it's bad, but it can't be bad everywhere.

And don't say it is, because that's something

you don't know.

- Two paths of speculation.

I'm just trying to keep everybody honest.

- Whatever floats your boat.

- Yeah,

well, it certainly isn't your boomer idioms.

- Okay, that hurts my feelings,

but we're about to get out of this bathroom.

And once we get up on that roof,

we never have to agree on anything ever again.

- Uh. I took a scooter here.

Can one of you guys give me a ride

to my parents house?

- Where do you live?

- Which way are you going?

- Just... tell me where you live.

- The hills.

[Toby laughs]

- Yeah. Good luck with that.

I'm going back to Channel 8.

They’ll know exactly what's going on

and what's being done about it.

- Can I get a ride with you?

- It's not really-

- God. You're gonna leave me?

- No, I'm not.

Of course not.

Of course you can. Come with us.

We are all in this together.

All of us.

Okay. Halfway there.

[intense music]

- [Annabelle] Oh, crap.

Harry, I think your head's bleeding again.

Hold on.

Put me down for a minute. I don't want to hurt you.

One sec.

You okay?

- You guys all right?

[music intensifies]

Harry?

[monstrous growls]

[Annabelle screams]

[monstrous growls]

Wait! Wait! No!

No!

[Annabelle screams]

[flesh rips and tears]

[banging on the door]

- [whispering] We should spread out and look for

weapons so we could fight.

- [whispering] I don’t understand.

[blood gurgles]

[bag unzips loudly]

[whispering] If she doesn’t eat shell cry!

[whispering] Is that good? Good.

[baby burps]

[zombie growls]

[tense music swells]

[baby cries]

[zombie growls]

[banging on the door returns]

[growls, crying, and banging intensify]

[Donald] Help Me!

[zombie and Donald struggle]

[Donald] I can’t hold him much longer!

- I gotta keep them from getting in!

[growls, crying, and banging continue]

[Donald grunts]

[Donald yells]

Any day we've only got one hinge on this bitch!

Hey can you a pacifier out of the bag.

- You killed him.

His brainss are all over the floor.

- Brie, please help!

- Shut the baby up!

- I'm trying.

I just- I can't-

I can't touch her or hold anything!

- Better think of something quick

because we don't have any place to hide.

-[Donald] Here I am!

Where's Dada?

Here's Dada!

Where's Dada?

There I am!

Where's Dada?

Peekaboo!

Good girl.

[all goes quiet]

So you were saying something about zombies not being real?

- Yeah. It's crazy.

One just tried to kill me and you stood there and did nothing.

- Actually, I was holding the door shut.

- I had a zombie on top of me.

- Yes, I understand that.

But if they break the door down,

then we’ll be dealing with many monsters instead of just one.

- Oh, when you say we, you mean I'd be dealing with one, right?

- Yes. And I had to trust that you could handle it.

And you did.

We all have a part to

play in our survival.

Did you notice that mid- attack the zombies

ignored you to go after the baby.

- They were going after whoever was being the loudest.

- When she cries, she's the only target.

- They want all of us.

- They want her the most.

- I recommend you stop talking about her.

- Or what?

- Or I stop being so friendly.

- Alrighty, I was just

coming to see if I was seeing things straight.

But you're clearly not in the mood

for rational conversation.

- We're getting out that air duct.

Stick to the program.

-Okie-dokie.

[Brie] Do we have to smash her head in

so she doesn't reanimate?

- [Donald] You can't bring people back from the dead.

We should probably move the bodies.

- I can't

I’ll puke.

- Oh, I'm not moving ‘em.

Not risking infection.

- He's dead.

- Yea and h e tried to kill you.

[a chorus of strange whispers]

Everything crispy?

- Yeah.

Just need to get that grate off the air duct.

- Can’t.

Ol’ dearly departed compound fractured

my neck. Remember?

- I'm not asking you to lift.

I'll lift you up.

- I can't look up.

- Brie, you ready to get out of here?

-You're mad at me.

-No, I'm not mad at you.

- No, I couldn't help you and now you hate me.

- I don't hate.

You know, even if I did, we still have to get

that grate off. Okay?

- Once we get it off you're going to leave me

and I can't get into the air duct by myself.

- Look.

Brie.

When Annabelle was getting attacked,

she was crawling out from under here.

She looked right at me.

And she said “please.”

She needed my help and I stood there

and I did nothing.

Now, today really sucks.

And I can't get mad at you for doing the same thing that I did.

But we're one screw away from freedom,

and you're the only one who can get us there.

So, what do you say?

You ready to save us all?

- I'll do my best.

I guess.

All right, I'll boost you up we’ll get

that grate off.

Here we go.

Hey, just try to focus

on the screwdriver and that last screw, okay? You got this.

-Alright. Okay.

No. Nope, I- I- I-

I- It's stupid.

I can't it's too.

- Just try to think about something else.

- Oh, yeah?

Why didn't I think of that?

- Oh, come on,

what would you watch on TV after a long day

when you want to take your mind off of things?

- True crime and serial killer documentaries?

- Let me see.

- I'm not even like, that

nervous they just won't stop shaking.

That's weird. Right?

- I know these shakes.

- Your wife?

- Not this time.

My hands.

The day the doctors first handed me my baby.

- You were scared you were gonna drop her or something?

I was like you.

I wasn't logical in my brain.

And I knew what I was supposed to do, but I just shook.

- So what did you do?

- You wouldn't believe me.

- Yes, I would. - Nah. It's stupid.

- How stupid can it be?

You're, like, professionally serious.

- Whoa! I wasn't always a CPA.

- No? What were you before you were an accountant?

- Happy?

So, what I did with my hands is I clapped them together

and I clenched them between my butt cheeks.

- No, you didn't.

- No, I didn't.

- Oh, my God, how did that work?

- You ready?

Whoa!

So, what did you do then?

- Oh. What do you mean?

- With the baby, once you stopped shaking.

- Oh, well, at first I didn't understand why

they were handing her to me.

And then she was just there and

she wasn't crying or anything.

She let out a little cough and

then I stopped crying.

And...

my whole

world was full of love and panic,

and I was just

holding her there. This

beautiful little wrinkly sack.

And she had her eyes open.

She's taking it all in.

And in that moment,

I realized that

I'm her dad.

Oh, yes.

Nice!

Good work, Brie!

- [Brie] Yes.

Oh, yeah.

- Nice work.

- Yeah!

You gonna help me up or what?

- My neck.

- Hilarious.

[Toby grunting]

Yeah, I'm out of here!

Push! Push!

[Toby grunting]

Yea, greatest idea ever.

- Keep your voice down.

- I’m not fitting in that stupid piece of shit.

- You sure?

Yes, I'm pretty certain I don’t fit as I’m

still standing here with my

thumb up my anus.

- At least that fits.

- Really?

Did you fit?

- Yep, it was great.

- How's it looking? - Fantastic.

I even had time to stop and get a Reuben and everything

Brie.

You ready to try? - Uh. wait-

And then what?

She fits and then just leaves?

- No, she gets to the roof

with my baby and then she finds help for us.

- On the roof? - Yeah, on the roof.

- What makes you think that she can find any help?

What makes you think that there's

any help out there to find?

- Okay, we can argue about the futility

of my plan all we want after she escapes with my baby.

Got it?

[Donald] Alright. Everything clear?

- [Brie] Yeah, everything except the part about the pacifier.

Got a instruction manual for that?

- Now, remember, I drive a blue compact.

It's parked on the other side of the building.

Look for the carseat.

And use the key fob in case anything goes awry.

Use my car to escape.

Alright?

Now.

Once you get up there, I'm

going to hand youthe baby bag and then the baby.

Remember, the carrier is not going to fit,

so I have to be really careful during the handoff.

- Of course.

I'll find help.

- I know.

- [Toby] Thoughts and prayers.

- [Brie] Thanks.

- Sure hope the baby doesn't cry

when it's hungry in like 20 minutes.

- What the hell are you doing?

-I’m wishing our friend, Brie, here

good luck. She's going to need it.

- Why the hell would you say that?

- What?

Is she not going to need help when the

baby starts crying and the zombie swarm her?

- Well, think she'll use my car and get away.

- Yeah, maybe.

Just seems like a lot of responsibility

for a young person.

Sure, she’d make it on her own

But, with the baby?

I don't know. Seems pretty.

sketch.

- Listen to me very carefully.

- What if the baby does cry?

Are the zombies really going to come after me?

- No. - Ah. You’ve seen it.

She's a zombie magnet.

All they want is her.

Plus, it’d be your fault if she died.

Brie, you have to go.

You're the only one who fits.

- I- I- can't take your baby.

- Okay, okay, fine.

Alright. you-

You just go by yourself

and you find help, and you bring them back.

Alright? Go on your own.

- I'll mess it up. - No, Brie, you won't.

You are gonna get through that air duct.

You're going to get on the roof, you're going to find help

and you're going to bring them to us.

- I can't, I'll be alone!

- [Donald] You can. Brie.

You can.

Look, none of us want it to be the way that it is.

And I know it's a lot, but you can do this.

She needs you.

Okay, Brie?

You can do this.

- Alright,

I'll try.

[zombie growls]

[baby coos]

[zombie growls intensly]

[baby cries]

[zombie snarls]

[Donald struggles]

[baby cries louder]

Oh, thank God!

- I’m on it!

- What?!

[baby’s cries intensify]

[cacophany of cries, growls, and thuds]

[Toby] What are you doing?

Get up!

Please!

[Donald] I got her!

Go! Go- Go now!

[Donald struggles] [zombie growls]

[Donald yells]

[singing] In the Big Rock Candy Mountains

There's a land that’s fair and bright.

Where gumdrops grow on bushes

and we stay out every night.

with the birds and the bees and the cinnamon trees

and the big lemonade springs,

bluebird sings,

It's the Big Rock Candy Mountains.

[a chorus of strange whispers]

Holy moly, you're hardcore. Leaving her melon in the lou.

- She was dead before I killed her.

- That is two you've dispatched

so we don't have to make it mushy,

but, credit where credit is due.

- My hands are.

-Oh, yeah. No- No problem.

Good job!

Everything crispy?

- Yeah.

She was just my friend.

Are you, uh-

- Um, yea. I uhh- I just

hurt my hand, when I was yanking it on the chain.

She likes you.

- Yeah.

No, it's

strange

protecting her.

Like I didn't even think about it.

My body just decided for me.

- I know the feeling.

- I know it's dangerous, but,

I'll take her with me, to the roof.

I'll get help, and...

protect her.

- Brie.

Be good for her.

- She's great.

Alright. Now just

hop up on my back and we'll get you up there.

- No, it's going to be too hard to get off your shoulders.

- No, it'll be easier if you just get on my shoulders.

- No, just brace my foot.

- Okay. Alright.

- What the hell?

- Hey, show me your hand for a sec.

- Um, sure, let me get her up real quick.

- No.

Show me before.

- What's going on?

He just- He doesn’t want you to escape.

- Just show me your hand and

we'll put her right up there.

What's going on with your hand?

- Nothing, okay?

- The other hand.

- I told you,

I hurt it on the chain

when I was killing the zombie to save you guys.

- Don't touch him.

Take the tie off.

[Brie] Oh my God!

- [Toby] You're infected? You asshole,

you’d just kill us all, huh?

- No! I was trying to get her in the baby up there. Away from me.

- And what about me?

You just totally okay killing me?

- What do you want me to do?

We still get them up.

- No offense, but my life is also important.

- Let’s stick to the plan.

- Whoa! - No.

Just give us some space.

- No.

C’mon, guys, let's do it!

I haven't turned yet.

I'm not dangerous. We just have to hurry.

- No, no, no, you're just trying to get rid

of our only guaranteed way out of this.

- What do you mean?

Maybe I should go.

I can get help.

- No, you won't get help.

But not before he turns into a zombie and kills me.

We got to face facts and escape the only way possible.

- There's no guaranteed escape.

- Wrong. - That air duct is our best bet.

- The best plan is we put the baby in the air duct,

let her start crying and use her zombie bait.

- How could you say that?

- We can't do that,

can we?

- Listen to me.

When she cries that's all they care about it.

When they break in and come for her, they'll ignore us

and we run right out that door.

- This is insane.

You can't possibly think that I'll let you kill my baby

so you can escape.

- I didn't say that.

I didn't see anything like that.

If we're lucky, they won't even be able to get to her.

You can come back and save her.

- Brie. We don't need him.

I can get you up on that roof by ourselves.

- No! Just... stay back. Stay back.

- Please. Just take my baby.

- Here's my offer.

Kill yourself.

Kill yourself and I promise

I will help Brie and your baby

up into the air duct so they can go for help.

- No way. No way.

How do I know that you won't just use my baby as bait anyway?

- How are you trying to negotiate right now?

- I'm a dead man.

What have I got to lose?

Okay, okay.

I'll kill myself if I know that Brie and my baby

are safe in that air duct.

- You just said you had nothing to lose.

What's to stop you from killing me

as soon as you get what you want?

- You're right, you're right, I lied. And-

And I'm dangerous. I'm gonna change at any moment.

And Brie?

This is the only moment that we can guarantee

that you can get up there before I change.

- Okay.

- Don't do it.

- I'll do it just as soon as I know you're up there

saving my baby.

- You'll do it?

Once I'm up there, I’ll-

I'll watch and make sure he does it

[Toby yells]

Oh! Uhh..

Oh shit. Okay, okay, okay.

Okay. Sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

You think I'm gonna let you kill me?

- You don't have to-

- That baby is the only

one who can save us!

I don't know about the zombies but

me and Brie

are getting the hell out of here!

[struggled grunts]

[yells]

You...

wouldn’t...

- I would.

You killed him.

- I had to.

It was self-defense.

- You lied to us.

- I’m sorry.

That was wrong of me.

- Don't!

Back up.

Don't.

- Brie.

I'm infected, and I'm going to transform at any moment.

But we still have enough time to get you and my baby

up in that air duct.

Okay, are you alright?

Ready?

One. Two. Three.

Okay.

Hi, baby. Alright.

Okay, Brie. Just reach down

and grab her.

- I'm sorry.

- What?!

- I can't take your baby.

- Yes, you can just- just reach down and grab her.

She's right there.

- No, I'm sorry, I- She's going to cry, and I-

I don't want to die.

Brie, please. Brie!

Please!

You have to take her.

- No. Get off! - Just take her!

- Get off me!

- Brie, no-no-no-no!

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have done that. Please.

Please, just take her. Take her. Don't take me.

Don't bring anyone else back. Just take her, please.

- She likes you.

She really likes you.

Brie, please?

Please!

You told me you’d keep her safe.

You said you keep her safe.

Brie.

Are you there?

Brie?

She’s just a baby.

She's just a baby.

[zombies stir in the hallway]

Think of something.

Think of something, Iverson.

Think of something!

[banging on door]

Not like this.

Not like this.

[hallway zombies growl louder]

You want to be loud?

I can be loud. Let's go!

I can bang on the door, too.

I can do that too. You heard her, don't you?

It's gonna be a lot harder than you think.

Bad day to be a zombie if you ask me!

Yeah.

[baby cries]

No no no no no no no no no no.

Hey- hey it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

No no no no no no no.

Hey! Grandma! I'm a grandma, okay?

All the better to see you with!

Oh, Grandma!

What big hands you have.

All the better to hold you with.

Oh, Grandma.

What a horribly big mouth you have.

All the better to eat you with!

Om-nom nom nom nom nom-

Ahhh!

Om-nom nom nom nom nom nom-

Om-nom nom nom nom nom nom-

[zombie growls intensify]

[tense music]

It's okay.

Just a little bit further.

Hold on, baby.

God, oh!

Oh. Oh!

[baby cries]

[zombies growl and groan]

It'll be okay.

Just could’nt invite me to the damn links.

[zombies growl and struggle]

I have to,

[Donald yells]

No.

No!

[ripping flesh]

Nooooo!

[baby cries louder]

[zombies growl and groan]

Come to daddy.

[Donald grunts and yells]

[heavy breathing]

[serene music]

Who’s next?

Carla?

- Iverson?

- I knew you’d make it.

- Not soon enough.

- Soon enough for her.

You're gonna want to grab her bag in there.

- Hey!

Where do you live?

Her mother needs

to see she's okay.

- They never got to meet.

Heads up.

[hopeful music]