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(bugs chittering)

(brakes squeak)

- (engine stops) - (trunk clicks)

(bird cawing)

(birds chirping)

(flies buzzing)

(metal rattling)

(shuffling footsteps)

Little girl?

I'm a policeman.

Little girl.

Don't be afraid, okay?

Little girl.

(panting)

(growling)

Oh my God.

(theme music playing)

- (police radio chatter) - Man: What's the difference

- (police radio chatter) - Man: What's the difference

between men and women?

- Man #2: This a joke? - No, I'm serious.

Man #2: I never met a woman who knew how to turn off a light.

They're born thinking the switch only goes one way--

- on. - (mutters)

They're struck blind the second they leave a room.

I mean every woman I ever let have a key--

I swear to God, it's like I come home,

house all lit up. (chuckles)

And my job, you see, apparently--

because my chromosomes happen to be different--

is I've then gotta walk through that house,

turn off every single light this chick left on.

- Is that right? - Yeah, baby. Mmm.

Oh, Reverend Shane is preaching to you now, boy.

(both laugh)

Then-- the same chick, mind you--

she'll bitch about global warming.

You see, this is-- this is when Reverend Shane wants

to quote from the guy gospel and say,

"Darling, maybe you and every other pair of boobs on this planet

just figure out the light switch, you see, goes both ways,

maybe we wouldn't have so much global warming." You know?

- You say that? - Mmm.

Yeah, well, a polite version. (laughs)

Still, man, that earns me this look

of loathing you would not believe.

And that's when the "Exorcist" voice pops out.

(deep voice) "You sound just like my damn father!

Always yelling about the power bill,

telling me to turn off the damn lights!"

- And what do you say to that? - I know what I want to say.

I want to say, "Bitch, you mean to tell me

you've been hearing this your entire life

and you are still too damn stupid to learn how to turn off a switch?"

(both laugh)

You know, I-- I don't actually say that though.

- That would be bad. - Right right.

Yeah, I go with the-- I go with the polite version there too.

- Very wise. - Yes sir.

- Mm-hmm. - Well.

So how's it with Lori, man?

She's good-- she's good at turning off lights.

Really good. I'm the one who sometimes forgets.

Not what I meant.

- We didn't have a great night. - Hey look, man,

I may have failed to amuse with my sermon,

but I did try.

The least you can do is-- is speak.

That's-- that's what she always says.

"Speak. Speak."

You'd think I was the most closed-mouth son of a bitch ever

to hear her tell it.

Do you express your thoughts?

Do you share your feelings, that kind of stuff?

The thing is--

lately, whenever I try,

everything I say makes her impatient,

like she didn't want to hear it after all.

It's like she's...

pissed at me all the time and I don't know why.

Look, man. That's just shit couples go through.

Yeah, it's a phase.

The last thing she said this morning,

"Sometimes I wonder if you even care about us at all."

She said that in front of our kid.

Imagine going to school with that in your head.

The difference between men and women?

I would never say something that cruel to her...

and certainly not in front of Carl.

(radio beeps)

Dispatcher: All available units,

high-speed pursuit in progress.

Linden County units request local assistance.

Highway 18 eastbound. GTA, ADW,

2-17, 2-4-3. Advise extreme caution.

- (engine starts) - (siren blaring)

Dispatcher: Suspects are two male Caucasians.

Be advised they have fired upon police officers.

One Linden County officer is wounded.

(tires screeching)

Dispatcher: Unit 1, unit 3, to eastbound Route 18,

two miles west of Interstate 85.

Will patch in Linden County sheriff radio.

Man over radio: Roger that. We're five minutes south

of the Route 18 intersection.

Man #2 over radio: Dispatch, unit 1 and unit 3,

we are 10-97 and code 100,

Highway 18, E.B. of interstate, please advise.

Man on radio: 10-9, we just got word from Linden County

that they're off 18, now southbound--

(tires screech)

Old French Road is closed down there

so they're gonna head back onto 18.

(guns cock)

Sounds like they chasing those idiots up and down every back road we've got.

Maybe we'll get on one of them video shows, you know?

Like "World's Craziest Police Chases." What do you think?

What I think, Leon, is you need to stay focused,

make sure you've got a round in the chamber and your safety off.

(distant sirens)

Would be kinda cool, getting on one of them shows.

- (engine revving) - (sirens blaring)

- (crashes) - (tires screech)

(engine putters)

Holy shit.

(car door opens)

- Gun gun gun! - Put it down!

Man: Put the gun down!

Ah!

(grunts, wheezes)

Shane: Rick!

I'm all right! (wheezing)

I saw you get tagged, man.

That scared the hell out of me.

Me too.

That son of a bitch shot me.

- You believe that? - What? It catch you in your vest?

Yeah.

Shane, you do not tell Lori that happened-- ever.

- You understand? Ah! - (gunshot)

- Man: Police, move in! - Shane: No no no no no no no.

- Man #2: You see where he come from? - Shh shh shh shh.

No no no no no no no no.

He's hit!

Leon! You get that ambulance down here!

You tell them there's an officer down! You do it now!

Okay, shh shh shh shh.

I'm here. Hey, you look at me. You stay with me.

You hear me? Shh shh shh. Okay.

I'm right here, Rick. Stay with me. You hear me?

Shh shh. That's it. Do you hear me? Shh shh shh. Okay.

I'm right here with you. Stay with me.

- (distant sirens) - Shh shh. That's it. I'm right here.

Leon over radio: Dispatch, we have an officer down.

Request paramedics, please respond.

Route 18 two miles west of I-85.

Repeat, officer down. Request immediate response.

- (ventilator hissing) - (heart monitor beeping)

(labored breathing)

(distorted) Hey, bud.

We're still here.

We're still hanging in.

I'm sorry, man.

I know I say the same crap every time I come in here.

(sighs)

Everybody pitched in on these.

They-- they wanted me to bring 'em down.

They send their love, and they just--

they hope you come back real soon.

(chuckles) Linda and Diane from dispatch,

they picked these out.

Probably could tell, huh?

I'm just gonna set these on your side table, okay?

(silence)

That vase-- that's something special.

'Fess up. You steal that for me at Grandma Jean's house?

(laughing)

I hope you left her that spoon collection.

(coughing)

Shane?

(rasps) Shane, you in the john?

(crackling)

(grunting)

Nurse, help.

Nurse, help.

(lights humming)

(phone clicks, clatters)

(electrical humming)

(chain clinking)

(door rattling)

(thumping, moaning)

(glass shatters)

(groaning)

(groaning louder)

(Rick coughs)

(coughing)

Ah!

Ah.

Ah.

(clangs)

(bugs chittering)

(flies buzzing)

- (birds chirping) - (bugs chittering)

(hissing)

Ah. Ah. Oh shit.

(growling)

Lori.

Lori!

Carl. Carl!

Shoot.

Lori! Carl!

(sobbing)

Lori! Carl.

Is this real?

Am I here?

Wake-- wake up.

(sniffles)

(twig snaps)

- Daddy! Daddy! - Rick: Carl.

Carl. I found you.

Daddy, I got the sumbitch! I'm gonna smack him dead!

He say something? I thought I heard him say something.

- He called me Carl. - Son, you know they don't talk.

Hey, mister, what's that bandage for?

W-- what?

What kind of wound?

You answer me, damn you.

What's your wound?

You tell me...

or I will kill you.

(footsteps)

(rubber gloves snap)

Man: You got that bandage changed now.

It was pretty rank.

What was the wound?

- Gunshot. - Gunshot?

What else? Anything?

Gunshot ain't enough?

Look, I ask and you answer.

That's common courtesy, right?

(emphatically) Did you get bit?

- Bit? - Bit, chewed,

maybe scratched-- anything like that?

No, I got shot.

Just shot as far as I know.

Hey. Just let me.

Feels cool enough.

Fever would've killed you by now.

I don't think I have one.

Be hard to miss.

Take a moment, look how sharp it is.

You try anything,

I will kill you with it.

And don't you think I won't.

(rope snaps)

(knife clicks)

Man: Come on out when you're able.

Come on.

(ladle scrapes)

Rick: This place-- Fred and Cindy Drake's?

Man: Never met 'em.

I've been here. This is their place.

Man: It was empty when we got here.

Don't do that. They'll see the light.

There's more of them out there than usual.

I never should've fired that gun today.

Sound draws them. Now they're all over the street.

Stupid-- using a gun.

But it all happened so fast,

I didn't think.

You shot that man today.

- Man? - Boy: It weren't no man.

What the hell was that out of your mouth just now?

It wasn't a man.

You shot him in the street out front-- a man.

Friend, you need glasses. It was a walker.

Come on. Sit down

before you fall down.

Here.

Daddy,

blessing.

Yeah.

Lord, we thank Thee for this food,

Thy blessings.

And we ask You to watch over us in these crazy days.

- Amen. - Boy: Amen.

Hey, mister, you even know what's going on?

I woke up today in the hospital,

came home and that's all I know.

But you know about the dead people, right?

Yeah, I saw a lot of that--

out on the loading dock, piled in trucks.

No, not the ones they put down.

The ones they didn't-- the walkers,

like the one I shot today.

'Cause he'd have ripped into you,

tried to eat you, taken some flesh at least.

Well, I guess if this is the first you're hearing it,

I know how it must sound.

They're out there now? In the street?

Yeah.

They get more active after dark sometimes.

Maybe it's the cool air or--

hell, maybe it's just me firing that gun today.

But we'll be fine as long as we stay quiet.

Probably wander off by morning.

But listen,

one thing I do know--

don't you get bit.

I saw your bandage and that's what we were afraid of.

Bites kill you.

The fever burns you out.

But then after a while...

you come back.

Seen it happen.

Come on.

(crickets chirping)

Man: Carl-- he your son?

Well, you-- you said his name today.

He's a little younger

than your boy.

Man: And he's with his mother?

I hope so.

Boy: Dad.

Hey.

Did you ask him?

(chuckles)

Man: Your gunshot--

we've got a little bet going.

My boy says you're a bank robber.

(chuckles)

Yeah, that's me,

the deadliest Dillinger. Kapow.

- (man chuckles) - Sheriff's deputy.

Uh-huh.

(car alarm blaring)

Hey, it's okay. Daddy's here.

It's nothing.

One of them must've bumped a car.

- Are you sure? - It happened once before.

It went on for a few minutes.

Get the light, Duane.

(alarm continues)

It's the blue one on the street,

the same one as last time.

I think we're okay.

That noise-- won't it bring more of them?

Man: Nothing we can do about it now.

Just have to wait 'em out till morning.

(gasps) She's here.

Man: Don't look. Get away from the windows.

I said go. Go on.

- (sobbing) - Duane. Duane, quiet now.

Come on. Quiet now.

Shh shh.

It's okay. Here.

Cry into the pillow. Do you remember?

Shh. Shh.

(footsteps)

(doorknob rattling)

She, um--

she died in that other room

on that bed in there.

There was nothing I-- I could do about it.

That fever, man,

her skin gave off a heat like a furnace.

(crying)

I should've--

I should've put her down, man. I should've put her down.

I know that, but I--

you know what? I just didn't have it in me.

She's the mother of my child.

(rattling continues)

Rick: Are we sure they're dead?

I have to ask at least one more time.

Man: They dead,

except for something in the brain.

That's why it's got to be the head.

(hisses)

(growling)

(grunting)

Man: Y'all all right?

I need a moment.

They're alive-- my wife and son.

At least they were when they left.

How can you know?

By the look of this place--

I found empty drawers in the bedroom.

They packed some clothes-- not a lot,

but enough to travel.

You know anybody could've broken in here and stole them clothes, right?

You see the framed photos on the walls?

Neither do I.

Some random thief take those too, you think?

Our photo albums, family pictures-- all gone.

Photo albums. (laughs)

My wife-- same thing.

There I am packing survival gear,

she's grabbing photo alb...

They're in Atlanta, I bet.

That's right.

- Why there? - Man: Refugee center.

A huge one they said, before the broadcast stopped.

Military protection, food, shelter.

They told people to go there,

said it'd be safest.

Duane: Plus they got that disease place.

The Center for Disease Control

said they were working out how to solve this thing.

(lock clicks)

- (knob squeaks) - (pipes groan)

Gas lines have been down for maybe a month.

The station's got its own propane system.

Pilot's still on.

- Duane: Whoo-hoo! - Man: Oh my Lord.

- Hot water! - Ah!

That feels good, right?

- (laughs) - ♪ Bring it around, bring it ♪

♪ Bring it, bring it, bring it around, uh! ♪

Yeah. I'm wet. Take that. What?

Whoo!

Duane. Dressing room back there.

What do you say, Duane?

Thank you.

Man: Mm-hmm.

Rick: Atlanta sounds like a good deal.

Safer anyway-- people.

Man: That's where we were headed.

Things got crazy.

Man, you wouldn't believe the panic.

Streets weren't fit to be on.

And then my--

my wife couldn't travel--

no, not with her hurt-- so we had to find a place to lay low.

And then after she died,

we just stayed hunkered down.

I guess we just froze in place.

Plan to move on?

Haven't worked up to it yet.

A lot of it's gone missing.

Daddy, can I learn to shoot?

- I'm old enough. - Hell yes, you're gonna learn,

but we've got to do it carefully, teach you to respect the weapon.

That's right. It's not a toy.

You pull the trigger, you have to mean it.

Always remember that, Duane.

Yes sir.

Man: Here. Load up.

You take that one. Nothing fancy.

The scope's accurate.

Conserve your ammo.

It goes faster than you think,

especially at target practice.

- Man: Duane. - Uh-huh?

- Take this to the car. - Okay.

Are you sure you won't come along?

A few more days. By then Duane will know how to shoot

and I won't be so rusty.

(walkie-talkie clicks, whines)

You've got one battery.

I'll turn mine on a few minutes every day at dawn.

You get up there, that's how you'll find me.

- You think ahead. - Can't afford not to,

- not anymore. - Man: Listen, one thing--

they may not seem like much one at a time,

but in a group, all riled up and hungry--

- man, you watch your ass. - You too.

You're a good man, Rick. I hope you find your wife and son.

Be seeing you, Duane.

- Take care of your old man. - Yes sir.

(zombie growling)

Leon Basset?

I didn't think much of him--

careless and dumb-- but...

I can't leave him like this.

(growls)

You know they'll hear the shot.

Let's not be here when they show up.

Let's go, son. Come on.

(car doors open)

(doors close)

(engine starts)

(gun cocks)

(honks)

(siren blares)

(bugs chittering)

(engine stops)

Read your comic books awhile.

Daddy'll be upstairs.

(groaning)

(whistles)

(gunshot)

- Daddy? - It's all right, Duane!

You stay there, son. Don't you come up here.

(crying)

(mumbling)

(gunshot)

Jenny.

Come on, baby.

(groaning)

(growling)

I'm sorry this happened to you.

(exhales)

(crying)

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Yeah.

(crying)

- (radio crackles) - Broadcasting on emergency channel.

Will be approaching Atlanta on Highway 85.

Anybody reads, please respond.

(radio crackles)

Hello. Hello.

Can anybody hear my voice?

Anybody out there?

Anybody hears me, please respond.

Hello, can you hear my voice?

(over CB) Hello. Hello. Can anybody hear my voice?

- Hey. Hello? - Can you hear my voice?

Yes, I can hear you. You're coming through. Over.

If anybody reads, please respond.

Broadcasting on emergency channel.

Will be approaching Atlanta on Highway 85.

- If anybody reads, please respond. - (radio crackles)

We're just outside the city.

- (radio crackling) - Damn it.

Hello? Hello? He couldn't hear me.

- I couldn't warn him. - Try to raise him again.

Come on, son, you know best how to work this thing.

Hello, hello. Is the person who called still on the air?

This is Officer Shane Walsh

broadcasting to person unknown. Please respond.

(radio crackling)

He's gone.

There are others. It's not just us.

We knew there would be, right?

That's why we left the CB on.

A lot of good it's been doing.

- Okay. - Woman: And I've been saying for a week

we ought to put signs up on 85 and warn people away from the city.

Folks got no idea what they're getting into.

Well, we haven't had time.

I think we need to make time.

Yeah, that-- that's a luxury we can't afford.

We are surviving here. We are day to day.

And who the hell would you propose we send?

I'll go. Give me a vehicle.

Nobody goes anywhere alone. You know that.

Yes sir.

Hey hey hey. Go on, take a seat, bud.

You're all right. Go on. You're all right.

What, are you pissed at me?

You can be pissed at me all you want. It's not gonna change anything.

I'm not putting you in danger, okay?

I'm not doing it for anything.

That make you feel like sometimes you want

to slap me upside the head-- tell you what, girl:

you feel that need, you go right ahead. I'm right here. Go on.

You cannot walk off like that,

all half-cocked.

Look, you do not want to do it for my sake or your sake, that's fine.

But just-- you do it for him.

That boy has been through too much

and he's not losing his mother too, okay?

Okay?

I'm a good mom.

You tell me "okay."

Hmm? (chuckles)

It's not hard.

All right? Hey.

Boy: Mom?

Shane: What's up, bud? She's in there. Go on.

Hey, I don't want you to worry.

Your mama's not going anywhere, okay?

Yeah? Yeah?

- Go finish your chores. Okay. - Okay.

(trunk clicks)

Hello?

Police officer out here.

Can I borrow some gas?

(wind chime tinkling)

Hello?

(knocks) Hello?

Anybody home?

(flies buzzing)

(spits)

(horse nickers)

- (neighs) - Easy now. Easy.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

Nothing like that.

More like a proposal.

Atlanta's just down the road a ways.

It's safe there-- food, shelter, people.

Other horses too, I bet.

How's that sound?

(softly) There we go. Good boy.

Good boy. Good boy.

Now come with me. Come on.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Good boy.

Just go easy, okay?

I haven't done this for years.

- Whoa. Whoa whoa whoa! - (neighs)

Easy now.

Easy, boy. Easy. Easy.

Easy. Easy. Eas-- whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa.

Whoa whoa whoa.

Let's go.

(birds cawing)

(bugs chittering)

(whinnies)

(growling)

- (whinnies) - Whoa.

- (horse whinnies) - Rick: Steady.

There's just a few. Nothing we can't outrun.

Okay. Whoa whoa whoa.

Whoa.

- (nickers) - (birds cawing)

(helicopter approaching)

- Hyah! - (neighs)

(zombies groaning)

(whinnying)

(growling)

Oh shit.

Oh God.

Oh God. Oh God.

Shoot.

Oh God. Oh God.

Lori, Carl, I'm sorry.

(panting)

Oh... God.

(growling)

- (gunshot echoes) - (high-pitched ringing)

Ah.

Ah.

Oh God.

(muffled growling)

(ringing fading)

(pounding)

(pounding)

(radio crackling)

Man over radio: Hey, you.

Dumbass.

Yeah, you in the tank.

Are you cozy in there?

- (pop music playing) - ♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Drifting on the spaceway ♪

♪ By the Betelgeuse Hotel ♪

♪ Mapping out constellations ♪

♪ Of the place I know so well ♪

♪ Sifting through the system ♪

♪ For the piece that knows my name ♪

♪ Endlessly I listen ♪

♪ In the master game ♪

♪ Welcome to my world ♪

♪ Welcome to my world ♪

♪ Welcome to my only world ♪

♪ Welcome to my only world ♪

♪ It is full of space junk ♪ (echoing)

♪ But your words are coming through ♪

♪ I'm riding on the space junk ♪

♪ And it's bringing me to you ♪

♪ Riding on the space junk ♪

♪ And it's bringing me to you ♪

♪ Bringing me to you ♪

♪ Yeah! ♪

♪ It's bringing me to you ♪

♪ Girl, yeah ♪

♪ Oh! ♪

♪ It's bringing me to you ♪

♪ It's bringing me to you ♪

♪ It's bringing me to you. ♪