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(EERIE MUSIC)

(SHE GROANS)

- (SHE CRIES OUT) - (MUSIC STOPS)

You all right?

The shit's really hit the fan.

- What the hell difference does it make? - That's a whole different study.

- But if we knew that... - But we don't know that.

We don't know that.

We gotta operate on what we do know.

I'm still dreaming.

No, you're not.

You seem to forget it's human beings whose lives we're trying to save.

My turn with the coat.

The guys in the crew are going crazy.

A couple of them have flown the coop already.

I don't know how long we're going to stay on the air.

(ALL ARGUING)

Who the hell is on camera two? A blind man?

Roll the rescue... Roll the rescue stations.

We just got a report that half those stations have been knocked out.

Get me another list.

Sure. I'll just pull it out of my ass, right?

- Do you believe...? - I'm not so sure...

Do you believe the dead are returning to life and attacking the living?

I'm not so sure what to believe, doctor.

All we get is what you people tell us.

- And it's hard enough to believe... - It's fact...

It's hard enough to believe without you coming in here...

You're not running a talk show here, Mr Berman.

You can forget pitching an audience the moral bullshit they want to hear.

You're talking about abandoning every human code...

(ARGUING CONTINUES)

Frannie, get the new list of rescue stations. Charlie's receiving it.

Rescue stations.

Half of those are inoperative as of now.

Charlie, these are rescue stations.

We can't send people to inoperative rescue stations.

We've had old information on the air for the last 12 hours.

(MUSIC OBSCURES SPEECH)

- Kill those old ones. - Givens wants them.

Kill them, Dick. Tell Givens to see me.

...of public figures like yourself

that this situation is being dealt with irresponsibly by the public at large.

You have not listened!

You have not listened. We've had this situation for three weeks.

What does it take? What does it take to make people see?

People aren't willing to accept your solutions, doctor,

and I for one don't blame them.

Every dead body that is not exterminated

becomes one of them.

It gets up and kills.

The people it kills get up and kill.

Operative rescue stations.

Dan!

Guess they want you to type that up.

I think Foster's right. We're losing 'em.

We're blowing it ourselves.

- What do you mean? - The dead body must be exterminated.

Either by destroying the brain or severing the brain from the rest of the body.

(CROWD SHOUTING)

The situation must be controlled before it's too late.

They're multiplying too rapidly.

What the hell's going on? Who killed those supers?

Nobody has the authority to do that.

Garret, who told you to kill those supers?

Nobody. I killed them. They're out of date.

- Do you know you're on the air? - What the hell's going on?

I want those supers on the air all the time.

Without those rescue situations on screen every minute,

people won't watch us. They'll tune out.

Are you willing to murder people

by sending them out to stations that have closed down?

I want that list up on the screen every minute that we're on the air.

Anybody need a ride?

What the hell are you doing? Get back on this console!

What is this? A news show or a football game?

Get that idiot off the air!

This is supposed to be a doggone news television show!

Officer, stop those men!

Lucas, get back here on the console!

Damn!

Get somebody in here that can run this thing.

Get that fucking idiot off the air!

(SHOUTING CONTINUES)

Triple pay! We're staying on the air!

Turn his mike off! Turn it off!

All right, Dr Foster, we want some facts.

The public needs facts. What do you have to give us?

They kill for one reason. They kill for food.

They eat their victims. You understand that, Mr Berman?

- That's what keeps them going. - (CROWD SHOUTING)

If we'd listened, if we'd dealt with this phenomenon properly

without emotion, without...emotion,

it wouldn't have come to this.

There is a martial law state in effect in Philadelphia,

as in all other major cities in the country.

(SHOUTING)

Where's your badge? Jeez, what's going on?

It's just crazy. It's completely insane.

Stephen, I don't know what we can do about this but it's insane.

Shit... Badge, badge, badge.

OK, go.

Should we be unable to check the spread

because of the emotional attitudes of the citizenry toward these issues of morality.

Jim, you take it.

It is the order of the OEP, by command of the federal government...

the president of the United States,

citizens may no longer occupy private residences

no matter how safely protected or well stocked.

Citizens will be moved in the central areas of the city.

The bodies of the dead will be delivered over

to specially equipped squads of the National Guard

for organised disposition.

Frannie, meet me on the roof at 9:00. We're getting out.

- I don't believe this. What? - We're gonna get out in the chopper.

Stephen, we can't. We've got...

ls 9:00pm all right?

- Stephen, we can't. We've got... - We've got to nothing, Fran.

We've got to survive. Somebody's got to survive.

Now, you be upstairs at 9:00 and don't make me come lookin' for you.

Go ahead. We'll be off the air by midnight anyway.

The emergency networks are taking over.

Our responsibility is finished.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Martinez!

You've been watching. You know we've got this building surrounded.

The bastard's got them moved into one building. Dumb little bastard!

Looks like they're really gonna try to fight us.

Come on.

Martinez...

People in this project are your responsibility.

We don't want any of them hurt.

And neither do you.

I'm giving you three minutes, Martinez.

I'm giving you three minutes, Martinez.

Turn over your weapons and surrender.

There's no charges against you.

There are no charges against you or any of your people.

- Yet. - (SIREN WAILS)

- Come on, Martinez. - Yeah, Come on, Martinez.

Show your greasy little Puerto Rican ass so I can blow it right off.

Blow all their asses off. Low-life bastards.

Blow all their low-life little Puerto Rican and nigger asses right off!

- You're Rod, right? - Rod Tucker.

How the hell come we stick these low life bastards

in these big ass fancy hotels anyway?

Shit, man! This is better than I got.

Hey, you ain't gonna talk 'em outta here. You gotta blow 'em out!

Just stay cool, OK? When we go in there don't pop off, all right?

- I'll be OK. - Come on!

Let's get on with it. This is a waste of my time.

Let's go! Let's go!

Christ, there's a thousand of 'em! Jesus!

Move in! Move in!

Goddammit!

Come on, you dumb bastards! Come and get 'em!

Jesus Christ, there's a thousand pigs!

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Get to the other roof!

Ricco, look out!

Hold it!

Don't go out there!

(HE SCREAMS)

Masks!

Masks for the gas! Masks for the gas!

Work yourself down, a floor at a time. Keep going!

Come on! Work yourself down, one floor at a time. Keep going!

Hands up.

(MUSIC OBSCURES SPEECH)

James, don't go!

No! Let me go!

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

Come on, you little bastards!

(SHE SCREAMS)

Wooley's gone ape-shit, man!

Wooley!

Hey, hey, hey!

- Gimme a hand! - Leave it, man!

What the hell, man! Leave me alone!

Give me a hand, somebody!

Step away from him!

Goddammit! Help me. He's crazy!

Step away from him.

Not that room! Not that room!

(SCREAMING)

(ARGUING IN DISTANCE)

(SHOUTING GETS LOUDER)

(THEY COUGH)

- Jesus Christ! - (WOMAN SCREAMS)

Come on, come on. You don't wanna see that.

Shoot it, man.

Shoot it, man. Shoot it in the head!

(MUSIC BUILDS)

(ZOMBIE GROWLING)

Miguelito!

Dios mio!

Miguelito!

- Watch the girl! - Miguel!

Mi Vida! Miguelito!

(ZOMBIE GROWLS)

(SHE SCREAMS)

Stand clear!

For Christ's sakes, stand clear!

(WOMAN STILL SCREAMING)

No, please! No, no!

Please!

(GUNSHOT)

You ain'tjust in here by yourself, boy.

You was in Wooley's unit, wasn't you?

I didn't see nothing.

I didn't see how he died.

(MUSIC STOPS)

You runnin'?

I don't mean because of Wooley. I mean because of all this.

Yeah.

Yeah, I know.

Man, there's a lot of people who are runnin' out.

I could run.

I could run right tonight.

Friend of mine's got this helicopter.

He asked me to come with him.

You think it's right to run?

(EERIE MUSIC)

(HE COUGHS)

Senores, please to let me pass.

Let's get him to the medics.

No, no, please.

Just let me pass.

I go up to seventh floor to find my sister.

Just let me pass.

The people of 107 will do what you wish now.

(HE COUGHS)

Many have died last week on these streets.

In the basement of this building you find them.

I have given them the last rites. Now...

you do what you will.

You are stronger than us.

But soon I think...

they be stronger than you.

When the dead walk, senores...

...we must stop the killing

or lose the war.

(MUSIC FADES)

- Knock the boards off! - Knock it in!

(ZOMBIES GROWLING)

(MUSIC BUILDS)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(ZOMBIES MOANING)

(ATONAL CHORDS)

(FIRES BLANK)

Jesus Christ!

Hey, you OK down there?

Yeah.

This must be where they dumped the men, huh?

You need more men?

No, it's all done, man. It's all been done.

Jesus Christ!

Why did these people keep them here?

Because they still believe there's respect in dying.

(HELICOPTER WHIRRING)

Come on, I need you.

I don't see Roger. We'll give him ten minutes.

Stephen!

I know.

Just wait right here.

Just like that. Like on a car.

Just hold it there till it spits out at you.

Police dock, come in.

Come in at the police dock.

Police dock. HQ calling. Police dock.

Come in, 514. Danny, come in.

Can you hear us, captain?

Anything on this...?

I don't know. It's not coming in at all.

Hello, HQ. This is police dock.

Operator dead.

Post abandoned.

Stephen?

I hope that's Roger.

- What are you doing? - I'll be right there.

Just stay cool.

- Hello. - Come on, skipper!

They have friends coming.

- Who are you? - We're with GON.

About a minute and a half on the car.

Outside.

- Outside. - Now, wait a minute.

We're just here to refuel.

Those men were already dead. You were here. You know that.

GON Traffic Watch?

Steve Andrews.

- That's me. I'm Steve Andrews. - No shit!

We'd go a lot further in this bird, skipper.

- Can't all fit. - How many will that thing hold?

Hey, man, I ain't going nowhere in nothing I can't drive myself.

That's true. Something happens to him and we'd be stuck.

We'd be stuck!

- Stick with the boat. - We'd get a lot further in this bird.

Hey, that's a squad car.

It's OK, we're police.

Bullshit, man! Let's get to the boat.

You're runnin', Andrews, ain't you?

You and your friends are runnin' in the GON traffic bird.

What's the problem, officer?

We caught your friends here stealing company gasoline.

What do you mean "friends"?

They know, Rog. They're runnin' too.

Now, it would be crazy to start shooting at one another, wouldn't it?

Sure would.

You guys OK?

Who's he?

His name's Peter. He's all right. Come on, let's hustle.

Hey, you guys!

You'd better get a move on. There's a report out the dock's been knocked out.

Right. Good luck, swat!

Can we carry the extra weight?

A little harder on the fuel, but we'll be OK.

Hey! You got any cigarettes?

AW of you guys got cigarettes?

No, sorry.

- Where are you headed? - Down river.

We got an idea maybe we can make it to the island.

What island?

Any island.

What about you? Where you headed?

Straight up.

Do you have any cigarettes?

- Anyone have a cigarette? - I don't know.

Hey, any of you guys got a cigarette?

How can I go to the island without any damn cigarettes?

Can we stop and get some? Come on!

Are any of you leaving people behind?

- An ex-husband. - An ex-wife. You, Peter?

Some brothers.

Those real brothers?

You know. Real brothers or street brothers?

Both.

How many real ones?

Two.

Two.

One's in jail.

The other's a pro ball player.

But we catch up to each other every once in a while.

Is he your man?

Most of the time, yeah.

Just like to know who everybody is.

Yeah, me too.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

Any more water?

Do you know where we are?

Yeah, I know exactly where we are.

- Harrisburg? - Passed it about an hour ago.

Jesus! It's everywhere.

We're still pretty close to Johnstown.

Those rednecks are probably enjoying the whole thing.

(CHATTING)

What are you lookin' at?

I heard there were about ten or twelve of them in the woods.

- Dead? - Dead.

I got rid of 14 shells, man.

I got a couple of extra blocks just in case they come round later on.

(UPBEAT MUSIC BEGINS)

♪ Don't get home till late at night

♪ Don't believe in over-working

♪ And I never treat a woman right

♪ Cos I'm a man

♪ Cos I'm a man

♪ I like to be the centre of attraction... ♪

- Look out behind you! - ♪ Let the people know just who I am... ♪

Get down! Get out the way!

In there, by the old car.

Get the gas tank.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

- (HE FIRES) - Shit!

Ah, got 'em!

Ah, missed!

(HE FIRES)

(HE FIRES)

Ah, shit, man! Damn near empty.

I got this one.

There's a lot of private planes in farm country like this.

I guess they all hit the pumps and they took off.

Yeah, to where?

Got some here.

- Can you handle that? - Yeah, I got it.

I'm gonna see what's left in the hangars.

(EERIE MUSIC)

(BIRDSONG)

Bunch of junk!

(FOOTSTEPS THUD)

- (STRANGLED CRY) - (GUNSHOT)

Stephen?

(MUSIC BUILDS)

Run, Fran!

Run!

(MUSIC STOPS)

Run!

(EERIE MUSIC)

(GUNSHOTS)

Roger!

(ZOMBIE MOANS)

(MUSIC QUICKENS)

(MUSIC SLOWS)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

(MUSIC FADES)

Peter!

Son of a bitch!

You never aim a gun at anyone, mister.

- FRAN: Peter! My God, what are you doing? - Scary, isn't it?

Isn't it?

Come on.

We gotta find fuel.

- Maybe closer to Cleveland. - No.

We've gotta stay out of the big cities.

If it's anything like Philly we may never get out alive.

We may never get out of any place alive.

We almost didn't get out of there.

We're gettin' outta here fine, Peter.

As long as there's not too many of those things we can handle 'em easy.

It wasn't one of those things that nearly blew me away.

We gotta stay in the sticks.

There's bound to be more little private airports upstate.

There's the locks along the Allgheny.

Fuel stations there. State. Private.

Those are probably still manned. We don't need those hassles either.

They're just out after scavengers and looters.

Oh, you got papers for this limousine?

I got GON ID, so does Fran.

Right, and we're out doin' traffic reports!

Wake up, sucker!

We're thieves and we're bad guys! That's exactly what we are.

We gotta find our own way.

Jesus Christ! We don't even know where we're going.

We don't have food. We don't have water. We don't even have a radio.

Stephen, you need to get some sleep.

(SLOW, RYTHMIC MUSIC)

STEPHEN: What the hell is it?

ROGER: Looks like a... shopping centre. One of those big indoor malls.

- FRAN: Oh my God! - STEPHEN: No chance.

- Forget it. Let's get outta here. - Wait a minute. They can't get up here.

- Yeah, and we can't go down there. - Let's check it out.

(DRAMATIC CHORD)

Most of the gates are down.

I don't think they can get into the stores.

I haven't seen any of them up on the second floor.

The big departments stores usually use both floors.

- If we can get in up top... - OK.

Guess the power's not off in this area. Could be nuclear.

What are they doing? Why do they come here?

Some kind of instinct.

Memory.

What they used to do.

This was an important place in their lives.

Hey! Look at this.

This doesn't go down into the mall.

What the hell is this?

How do we get down there?

(MUSIC STOPS)

(BROKEN GLASS CRUNCHES)

STEPHEN: OK, come on, just drop.

There. Let's go.

Looks like a free lunch.

Spam!

Did you bring a can opener?

No, I guess I didn't.

Then don't knock it. It's got its own key.

What do you think?

This is the only way up here. What do you think?

(SLOW MUSIC)

(MUSIC OBSCURES SPEECH)

You better get some sleep too, buddy.

There's an awful lot of stuff down there that we could use.

I know it.

It's a big place.

But they're pretty spread out down there.

I think we can outrun 'em.

- Hit and run? - Hit and run.

You're crazy!

This place could be a gold mine. We gotta at least check it out.

This is exactly what we're trying to get away from... Look what...

- Stephen! - Leave him be. We're going ourselves.

That's ready to shoot. Be careful.

The trigger squeezes real easy

but the weapon'|| kick you good when it fires.

Be ready for that.

Anyone but us comes up them stairs, you guys take off in the machine.

(MUSIC STOPS)

You'll probably hear some shooting. Just don't panic, OK?

Here.

(MACHINES WHIRRING)

Keys to the kingdom.

Grab the walkie talkies.

(EERIE ECHOEY MUSIC)

It's Christmas time down there, buddy.

Fat City, brother. How are we going to work it?

We get into one of the department stores up here.

They probably have their own escalators inside.

Let's check those keys.

15 upper and lower.

Right here.

- How about a little music? - What?

Might cover the noise we make.

Hit 'em all. Might as well have power in everything. We might need it.

(UPBEAT COMEDY MUSIC BEGINS)

Stephen? Stephen!

(CLOCK STRIKES)

- What do you think? Bag it or try for it? - You game?

- I need lighter fluid. - You got it.

(MUSIC BECOMES SLOW, SUSPENSEFUL)

Jesus Christ!

They're maniacs!

Wait...

All right!

Come on!

Stephen, don't go down there!

- Bastard! - What's the matter?

It won't open!

Not working!

To the right. Come on, to the right.

There it is. There it is.

(THEY GRUNT)

Come on!

(ZOMBIES MOANING)

Let up on the door! Let up!

Let it go! Take care of the other one!

- (MUSIC STOPS) - Stephen, for God's sake!

Let's get up to the roof.

We can't leave those guys down there.

ROGER: Well, we're in. Now how the hell are we gonna get back?

Who the hell cares? Let's go shopping first!

Watches! Watches!

Hey, let's get the stuff we need. I'll get a television and a radio.

Oh, lighter fluid. And chocolate, chocolate.

OK.

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

- Whoo! How about a mink coat? - Why not?

Hey man, we can't carry all that shit.

Oh, I see. We're just gonna wheel right by 'em.

We're gonna try, brother.

We ain't doin' this for the exercise. We might as well get what we can.

No way this is gonna happen.

(MACHINES WHIRRING)

Hey, Peter!

Whoa!

Woo-hoo! Ya!

(MUSIC STOPS)

All right, let's go, brother. The old okey doke!

- OK. - All right.

- Hey! Hey, Ugly! - Let's raise some hell. Hey, hey!

Come here, chump! Come here!

- Hey! - Hey, come on!

- Over here. - Come on, over here!

Come OH, come OH, come OH, come OH, come OH.

Come here!

Come on! Whoo! Whoo!

Come on, hey, hey!

Come on, over here.

Just give it time.

Give it time.

OK.

They're coming.

Go on up. Stay out of sight.

But let me know when it's clear enough.

OK.

Come to Papa!

That's it. Keep coming. Keep coming.

Good. Good, good.

Peter, looks good. Let's do it.

Is it clear?

Not altogether but they're spread out pretty good.

I think we can move the wagon.

I'm comin'.

(MACHINES WHIRRING)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(GUNSHOT)

- What the hell was that? - I don't know. Fuzz maybe?

Or maybe Flyboy. Where's it comin' from?

I don't know. I can't tell.

(GUNSHOTS)

(GUNSHOT)

(GUN CLICKS)

- Come on, open up. - Maybe I ought to go with you.

Open up. I can get the wagon over.

If it's Flyboy, let's get him on our side.

OK.

- You just cover me good. You hear? - You got it!

(LOUD CHORD IN MUSIC)

(GUN CLICKS)

(GUN STILL CLICKING)

(GUNSHOT)

(MUSIC SPEEDS UP)

(MUSIC BUILDS)

(ZOMBIES GRUNTING)

(MUSIC BECOMES MORE URGENT)

Hold it, Flyboy!

Don't go into the stairway!

Don't open that door, baby. You'll lead 'em right up with you.

Run for it. Run this way.

Come on! Run, run, run, run!

Come on! All right, all right, all right!

Now, head for the department store. Go!

Come on! Come on!

OK, downstairs again. Same trick. Let's go!

(ZOMBIE MOANS)

(ZOMBIE HISSES)

(ZOMBIE MOANS)

(ROGER GRUNTS)

(MUSIC FADES)

(UPBEAT MUSIC BEGINS)

What do we do?

Let them know we're here.

Whoo-hoo! Whoo-hoo!

Come on, let's go. Over here!

You did all right this time, Flyboy. How about it?

WhOOpie!

Over here.

Whoo!

Whoo!

(MUSIC BUILDS)

(ZOMBIES MOANING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

Now is the time to save shoppers in our weekend sales a-poppin'.

Chairs, sofas, sectional loveseats all reduced.

- This week's feature popper... - Jesus Christ!

...is a contemporary dining room set

with a 40 by 60 burlap table top,

53-inch lighted china

and six beautiful beige chairs.

Why pay more when the sales are a-poppin' right here?

We'll have hell of a time getting back.

We just gotta wait longer before we move.

There's always the chance of some of them stayin' up on the balcony.

We can handle that. We can break through them.

If any of them see us or hear us they'll just follow us on up. It's no good.

We sure in hell can outrun them.

We can load up what we got and get the hell outta here.

I've been thinking.

Maybe we got a good thing going here.

Maybe we shouldn't be in such a hurry to leave.

Oh, man!

If we can get back up there without them catchin' on...

we can hold up for a while.

At least long enough to catch a breath. Check out the radio.

- See what's happening. - Oh, man!

There's some kind of passageway over the tops of these stores.

I don't know if it's just heating ducts or some kind of access.

I saw it on a map.

Upstairs? Let's go!

These are just lighting fixtures.

It's got to be in this area. It's on the map.

Elevator shaft.

Hold the doors.

It's here.

Get me a screwdriver and something to stand on from down there.

I know where the tools are. Why don't you grab the stool over there?

It's all right. We can get it off.

You found it, Flyboy.

(HE WHISTLES)

One stop shopping. Anything you need right at your fingertips.

- Phillips? - Here you go.

(CLANGING)

(BANGING)

Stephen?

(SLOW, SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

Sweet Jesus!

I seen it. Come on.

(DOOR SLAMS)

(MUSIC BUILDS)

(FLARE HISSES)

(WHEELS SQUEAK)

(SHE WHIMPERS)

Stephen!

Don't shoot! They'll hear you downstairs.

(FRAN WHIMPERS)

(SHE SOBS)

Looks like we're gonna be OK.

You should see all the great stuff we got, Frannie. All kinds of stuff.

This place is terrific!

It really is. It's perfect.

All kinds of things.

We really got it made here, Frannie!

Frannie?

(RADIO BUZZES)

What the hell time is it, anyway?

Not quite nine.

And nothing?

As long as we're getting a pattern that must mean they're sending a signal.

(RADIO BUZZES)

...no longer seek occupancy in private residences...

no matter how safe or well protected they may be.

The President today has sent to Congress a package of initiatives

aimed at what sources call a most sweeping set of measures.

Is she all right? She looks blown.

- What do you expect? - No. I mean she really looks sick.

Physically.

She's pregnant.

Communications with Detroit have been knocked out...

...along with Atlanta, Boston...

ROGER: How far along?

Three and a half, four months.

- Jesus! - ...and New York City.

Steve, maybe we should try to get moving.

We can deal with it.

But maybe she needs a doctor or somethin'.

We can deal with it. Doesn't change a thing.

Certain sections of Philadelphia...

PETER: Do you wanna get rid of it?

Huh?

Do you want to abort it?

It's not too late.

And I know how.

RADIO: In other reports now coming into our news studio...

(FLUTE MELODY)

(DOOR SHUTS)

...reports occurrences throughout Europe and parts of Asia,

where a state of martial law will take effect in scattered areas this evening.

Citizens are asked to understand the dire consequences of this phenomenon.

The Southern Hotel and Motel Association of America today...

All your decisions made?

Do you want to abort it?

Do you?

Somebody better sit watch all the time.

- They'll never get through there. - Enough of 'em will.

And ain't just them things we got to worry about.

That chopper up there could give us away if somebody comes messin' around.

What they gonna do? Land another pilot to fly it out?

They're not gonna mess with a little bird like that. They got enough on their hands.

Mm.

So I guess we forget about Canada, right?

Nobody cares about my vote.

Oh, come on, Fran. I thought you were sleeping.

Stephen, I'm afraid.

You're hypnotised by this place, all of you.

It's so bright and neatly wrapped, you don't see that it's a prison too.

Stephen, let's just take what we need and keep going.

Do you know how many times we would have to land for fuel on our way up north?

Those things out there are everywhere.

(MUSIC STOPS)

The authorities would give us just as hard a time, maybe worse.

Fran...

We've got everything we need...right here.

...no positive results.

Experiments with hallucinogens have begun...

(HE swans)

Let's get some sleep.

...coordination of the body.

However, scientists fear that the creatures function

on a subconscious instinctive level...

You were the one that wanted to set up house.

Chemical spray from crop-dusting airplanes

have had more of an ill effect on the human population...

The normal question... The first question is always are these cannibals?

No, they are not cannibals.

Cannibalism in the true sense of the word implies an intraspecies activity.

These creatures cannot be considered human.

They prey on humans.

They do not prey on each other - that's the difference.

They attack and they feed only on warm human flesh.

Intelligence? Seemingly little or no reasoning power.

What basic skills remain are more remembered behaviours from normal life.

There are reports of these creatures using tools

but even these actions are the most primitive.

The use of external articles as bludgeons and so forth...

I might point out to you that even animals

will adopt the basic use of tools in this manner.

These creatures are nothing but pure motorised instinct...

We must not be lulled by the concept

that these are our family members or our friends.

They are not. They will not respond to such emotions.

They are!

They must be destroyed on sight!

That was Dr Millard Rausch...

from the OEP.

And later on hopefully today,

we're not exactly sure yet - I'm waiting for word on this from some people -

we expect to get him here for a live show, an actual live interview

so we can discuss things with him.

The semis are big enough to block the entrances.

You sure we can start 'em?

You haven't spent enough time on the street.

This report says they're working on an analysis of this whole phenomenon

from the point of view of a viral disease.

They're doing various laboratory tests

to see if they can deal with it in that way

and perhaps come up with some kind of a workable vaccine.

Hey, Fran!

According to this report, the problem they've run into in Atlanta

is that there are no live specimens available.

It seems in that area there aren't any.

We've had a film report shot in Atlanta but it has not arrived yet.

Contact has been...

I would have made you all coffee and breakfast

but I don't have my pots and pans.

Also, uh...

Wait a minute... There is another report...

May I say something?

Sure.

I'm sorry you found out I'm pregnant,

because I don't want to be treated any differently than you treat each other.

Hey, Fran, come on!

And I'm not gonna be den mother for you guys.

I want to know what's going on

and I want to have something to say about the plans. There's four of us, OK?

Jesus, Fran!

Fair enough!

OK, now what's going on?

We're goin' out.

And you're not coming with us.

And you won't come with us until you learn how to handle yourself.

Something else.

I don't know about you two, but I want to learn how to fly that helicopter.

If anything happens to you, we have to be able to fly out of here.

She's right, man.

Come on, let's go.

And I don't want you to leave me without a gun again.

We've had a lot of equipment break

and it's becoming difficult at times to stay on the air

but we're making every attempt to do that.

I just might be able to figure out how to use it.

...as your only certain communication lifeline...

I'm sorry, Stephen.

It's all right. It's all right.

Stephen?

Yeah?

Be careful.

Yeah, we'll be all right.

TV: ...to at least keep some of the chaos under control.

MAN: Bowling For Dollars at 6:00!

In spite of everything,

as you can hear, there are still some people with a sense of humour.

How about it?

Gettin' it.

I'm not too sure of this thing. I'll just ride pick-up.

I grew up on one of these. Come on, let's go!

All right!

(UPBEAT MUSIC)

Hey, Too Tall Too Slow Too... Come in.

You look my size when you're sitting in that truck.

(HE LAUGHS)

What I want to know is how we both got in the same force together,

you being so large and all.

Well, they told me it was a midget force.

They needed somebody to look up to.

(ROGER LAUGHS)

Hey, where's Flyboy? Where's his 20?

He's probably up on the roof.

With Flygirl.

Full speed. Let's go. Come on.

Come on, hotshot, come on.

- Got you, suckers! - Come on, man.

Hey!

Whoo-ha!

Whoo!

Whoo-ha!

(ROGER STILL WHOOPING)

Three more, baby. Three more.

Whoo-ha! Whoo-hoo!

(STILL WHOOPING)

(DOOR CREAKS)

(MUSIC BECOMES OMINOUS)

(ROGER STILL WHOOPING)

Whoo!

Roger!

Come on, look, man!

Look!

(MUSIC BUILDS)

(HE MOUTHS)

(GUNSHOT)

Get his head up!

Get his head up!

Roger, get his head up, man!

(HE GASPS)

Get down! Get down and stay down. I got him.

Roger, move!

No!

(MUSIC STOPS)

You bastards.

You bastards.

Roger?

We got 'em, didn't we?

Yeah.

We got this, man. We got this by the ass.

Roger!

Come on, man. Get your head together. We got a lot of work to do.

Let's go, baby. Number two.

You all right?

Perfect, baby. Perfect.

(SLOW, RHYTHMIC MUSIC)

(HE LAUGHS)

Come on, Peter!

For Christ's sake, come on, man.

Roger, come on!

Roger, come on! Come on, man.

Come on!

Come on.

Damn, you motherfucking sons of bitches!

(MUSIC STOPS)

- Oh, God! Oh, Jesus! - What?

My bag. I left my goddamn bag in the other truck.

Damn!

All right, trooper.

You better screw your head on.

Yeah, come on, come on! Let's go!

I mean it, man.

Now, you're not just playing with your life - you're playing with mine.

Now, are you straight?

Yeah.

Go, go, go, go!

Come on, Rog. Come on.

Come on!

Oh, shit!

Watch it, man!

Roger, come on!

Back up, man!

Roger! Roger, watch it!

Damn!

- Roger! - (HE SCREAMS)

- (GUNSHOT) - Oh, God!

(SHE SOBS)

(HE MOANS)

That's it, man.

- That's it. - Bullshit!

We gotta deal with that leg.

I'm dealing with it, man. I'm dealing with it. Don't you worry about it.

Man, there's a lot to get done before you can afford to lose me.

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

It all depends on how many of them are still inside.

That's one hell of a run we gotta make.

If we had more flares... Maybe some of those propane jobs.

Guns are first.

- Guns and ammunition. - (ROGER CRIES IN PAIN)

All right.

You sure you're gonna make it?

Just hurry up with that.

(AFRICAN CHANTING)

(ANIMAL CRIES)

(HE WHISTLES)

Look at this, huh?

(AFRICAN CHANTING CONTINUES)

(ZOMBIES MOANING)

Don't try to shoot through those gates.

Openings are too small.

Bullet will wind up chasing us around in here.

Don't worry. They can't get through.

- Ain't it a crime? - What?

The only person who could ever miss with this gun

would be the sucker with the bread to buy it.

You just wait out there, sissies.

We're coming...

...and we're ready.

(AFRICAN DRUMMING AND SINGING)

(UPBEAT SYNTHESISER MUSIC)

OK, let's go.

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOT)

When the door opens, push, push. That's it. Push, that's it.

Come on, let's go!

(MUSIC STOPS)

Hardware.

- Look here, man. I'm... - I know. Shut up, will you?

All right.

The toughest part will be getting by these right here.

It's too far.

There's no backing out now.

We gotta lock those main doors.

We'll never make all four entrances. It's too risky.

We'll make it.

You just be ready to open up for us.

Wait a minute!

Wait a minute - the car!

- What? - One of the cars?

Why don't you use one of the cars over there?

You OK to start it?

OK, let's go.

(MUSIC BEGINS)

Come on! Watch it!

Close the door. Close the door!

The keys, Stephen, the keys! Jesus Christ!

(MUSIC BUILDS)

Come on, man. Get out of there!

Goddammit!

Keep 'em, Stephen! Just keep 'em!

Got to lock yourself in there.

Damn!

(FLARE HISSES)

(ZOMBIES MOANING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(ZOMBIES MOANING)

(HE SCREAMS)

(MUSIC FADES)

(ZOMBIES MOANING)

Jump in the back.

- You all right? - Yeah, I got it.

(LIVELY MUSIC)

(HE MOANS)

- You get the latches. I'll get the lock. - Gotcha.

It's not 100%, but I don't think they'll get through.

Can't they smash the glass?

Safety stuff. Pretty indestructible.

They got no leverage under the truck.

I'm hopin' they'll just go away after they find they can't get in.

I'll get the alarms. You get in the car.

(ALARM BLARES)

Go!

We're OK. We got it made. It's gonna work.

(GUNSHOTS)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(ZOMBIES BANGING ON DOORS)

- How many you figure are already in? - I don't know. Not too many.

We'll get 'em easy.

We'll get it all locked off, then we're goin' on a hunt.

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(ZOMBIES MOANING)

(ZOMBIE WAILING)

(GUNSHOTS IN BACKGROUND)

(SLOW, RHYTHMIC MUSIC)

(MUSIC BUILDS)

(MUSIC QUIETENS)

We put up a wall here.

This way we can still get to the plumbing.

Why don't we just board up the stairway?

Sooner or later, there might be a patrol through here.

Looters maybe.

I don't want anybody to even know that stairway exists.

(MUSIC FADES)

I don't know what else to do.

You're doin' fine.

His leg is awful. The infection is spreading quickly.

Can't we do something? Can't we take him to a med unit?

I've seen half a dozen guys get bitten by those things.

None of 'em lasted more than...

three days.

Peter, where are you?

Right here, trooper

We did it, didn't we?

We whipped 'em, didn't we?

That's right, Rog.

Didn't we?

Didn't we whip 'em?

We sure did, buddy.

We whipped 'em.

We whipped 'em good.

(HE SHOUTS) We whipped 'em and we got it all!

(SAWING)

Hey, Fran...

Frannie?

Leave me alone. It's all right. It's my problem.

Just get out of here. I don't want you here!

I just don't want you to see me like this, OK?

Stephen, get out. Please!

(SHE RETCHES)

(TOILET FLUSHES)

This place is gonna be rotten.

We gotta clean it up, brother.

(MILITARY MARCH OVER SPEAKERS)

(MUSIC CONTINUES FAINTLY)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC STOPS)

You never know.

Money, money, money!

(CAMERA SHUTTER WHIRS)

(RAGTIME MUSIC PLAYS OVER SPEAKERS)

(TANGO MUSIC)

(RAGTIME MUSIC)

(HE LAUGHS)

(SYNTHESISER FUGUE)

(GRINDER WHIRS)

What do you think?

Mangia!

(TURNS ON DRYER)

(ARCADE MUSIC)

A-ha!

(DUCKS QUACKING)

(BEEPING)

(HE LAUGHS)

(CAR CRASHES)

(LOUD BUZZING)

(BUZZING STOPS)

(ZOMBIES MOANING)

They're still here.

They're after us.

They know we're still in here.

They're after the place.

They don't know why. They just remember.

Remember that they want to be in here.

What the hell are they?

They're us, that's all.

There's no more room in Hell.

What?

Something my granddaddy used to tell us.

You know Macumba?

Voodoo.

Grandad was a priest in Trinidad.

Used to tell us...

When there's no more room in Hell...

the dead Will Walk the Earth.

(ZOMBIES SCRATCHING AT THE DOOR)

(ROGER SCREAMING)

Never mind. Get another one. Hurry up! Come on!

Peter! Hurry up!

(ROGER MOANS)

(ROGER MOANS)

Go on... I'll stay with him.

(HE MOANS)

You'll take care of me, won't you, Peter?

(SLOW CELLO MUSIC)

I mean...

You'll take care of me when I go.

Just try to get some sleep, man. Save your strength.

I...

I don't wanna be walkin' around like that.

Peter?

- Peter?! - Yeah, I'm here man.

Don't do it till you're sure I am coming back.

I'm gonna try...

not to...

I'm gonna try not to come back.

I'm gonna try...

...not to.

(MUSIC FADES)

They use, maybe, 5% of the food available in the human body.

- The kind of things... - With that small amount

the body is usually intact enough to be mobile when it revives.

What are you saying? I mean, you scientists...

- Dummies, dummies, dummies! - What are you suggesting?

Excuse me. Listen, quiet! Quiet! Sh!

One wonders whether it's worth saving...

Is it worth saving?

For all I know,

the brains are already dead and it's the idiots that are still alive.

And I've figured out how to stay alive too.

And I'm tryin' to help you dummies.

In your calm helping way, you do irritate people...

by the illogical way...

illogical, hell!

Illogical, hell!

I'm showing you a way that we can up the food supply 20 times.

(AUDIENCE SHOUTING)

Food supply for who?

For a whole specimen that is walking around there in increasing numbers.

- We should feed them? - What else are you going to do with them?

Oh, God!

- Give me an alternative. - Let's start a zoo!

I thought you scientists could come up with an actual way

to solve the problem rather than feeding the opposition. Doesn't make any sense.

Well, I can think of one other alternative.

I can think of another alternative, yes.

Since they seem to congregate in heavily populated areas,

and since we haven't touched upon our nuclear resources,

why don't we drop bombs on all the big cities?

- You're probably serious. - I'm deadly serious!

- What are the choices? - What if they run out of food?

They won't run out of food, young lady. That's the problem, you see.

And they won't run out of food while we're still alive.

These kind of things, you know, things that you're talking about here...

sound like just a bunch of people talking...

This is not political rhetoric. We are not fighting.

This is not the Republicans versus the Democrats.

That they've got us in a hole economically or we're in another war.

It's more crucial than that. We are down to the line, folks.

We are down to the line.

- There are no divisions among living... - Please!

- (AUDIENCE PROTESTS) - Sh! Please let him finish.

It's really all over, isn't it?

- Unemotional! - (GUNSHOT)

Quiet!

We've got to remain rational.

- PETER: Roger! - Logical...

Logical.

Scientists always think in those kind of terms.

It doesn't work that way. That's not how people really are.

We've got to remain logical.

We've got to.

There's no choice.

It has to be that.

It's that or the end.

(FOUNTAIN TRICKLES)

(GUNSHOTS)

- Here it comes! - FRAN: Oh!

(LOUNGE MUSIC PLAYING)

- Oh, wow! - Oh, nice!

For the lady.

- Thank you! - There you are.

- Stephen. - Thank you very much.

Peter, what about you? Where are you going?

This is just for the two of you.

Enjoy-

Thanks.

(MUSIC STOPS)

(FOUNTAIN TRICKLES)

(CORK POPS)

We can't, Stephen, not now.

It wouldn't be real.

(GENTLE MUSIC BEGINS)

Hey!

Great, and when you've finished the roll we can drop it off at the drug store.

(BIRDSONG)

(GENTLE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(OMINOUS MUSIC)

(ZOMBIES MOANING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

(SHE SINGS SOFTLY)

Attention, all shoppers...

If you have a sweet tooth,

we have a special treat for you.

If your purchases in the next half hour

amount to five dollars or more

we'll give you a bag of hard candies free

to take home to the kiddies or enjoy yourselves.

So hurry and do your shopping.

(CLASSICAL GUITAR MUSIC)

There hasn't been a broadcast for three days. Why don't you give it up?

They might come back on.

(MUSIC STOPS)

What have we done to ourselves?

OK, now easy... easy.

Stabilise it. That's right.

Bring it down. Down, down.

That's it! You got it!

Hon, you got it!

Yeah, I did it!

- Wow! - They must get in through the roof.

Son of a bitch!

They got trucks blockin' all the entrances. Look.

They have trucks! No sweat!

What do you think? Hit 'em now or tonight?

Tonight.

Is it a comb?

(RADIO CRACKLES)

(DISTORTED) Hey, you in the mall, guess you never heard of human rights.

(RADIO CRACKLES)

How many...? How many you got?

We know you're up there. We saw the whirlybird on the roof.

Hey, wanna see my whirlybird?

Will you guys can it? Can this shit!

Raiders.

Listen, could ya use some company up there?

Could use the company out here! Dig these chicks...

- They know we're here. Maybe we should... - No chance.

Oh, Shakespeare mouth, you wanna try?

All right, can it, can it.

Can it.

OK, listen... How many you got up there, anyway?

Look, there's... there's three of us.

(LAUGHING)

- What if...? - Sh! Quiet!

- I think we should tell them... - Jesus Christ! Shut up and listen.

Hey, you in the mall, listen.

We don't like people that don't share. You just fucked up real bad!

- (SHOUTING) - (MUSIC BEGINS)

Come on. Let's go.

(SHOUTING AND WHISTLING)

- All right! - Here, give that to Ganush.

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

(ENGINES REV)

Any time. Let's go.

(MUSIC FADES)

Just three, huh?

Holy shit!

They'll get in.

They'll move the trucks.

There's hundreds of those creatures down there.

Come on man, that's a professional army.

Looks like they've been surviving on the road all through this thing.

Well...

Let's not make it easy for them.

Come on.

What's happening?

There's 15 or 20 of 'em. We're gonna shut the gates.

- Stephen... - We're just gonna shut the gates.

They'll never know we're here.

- Downstairs first. - OK.

- Got your talk box? - Yeah.

Keep it handy.

(CAVALRY CHARGE BUGLE CALL)

(GLASS SMASHES)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)

(HOOTING)

(SHOUTING)

(GUNSHOTS)

Right!

- Shit! - What?

It's all taped up. It's all ready to floor.

What the hell are we doing? That whole fucking glass side swings open.

Yeah, that whole fucking thing slides open.

Hey, forget that mouse hole. The whole damn side swings open.

- We'll shoot the lock. - Let's blow the goddamn lock off.

Mousey's got the machine gun. Let him worry about it.

Watch out!

(ALARM BLARES)

They're in, Flyboy. They opened the loading docks.

Listen...

When those bay doors open, there's gonna be 1,000 zombies in here.

That'd take the heat off us.

These guys are gonna have their hands full.

Let's just let 'em fight it out.

Get up on the balcony and stay out of sight.

I'll meet you...

at the information booth.

Right, guys. Don't be looking for yourselves. Look for us. Let's go.

(MUSIC BEGINS)

(SHOUTING AND WHOOPING)

(MUSIC OBSCURES SPEECH)

(HE LAUGHS)

(LIVELY, UPBEAT MUSIC)

Hey there!

Hello!

(MUSIC STOPS)

Flyboy?

Flyboy?

Flyboy, where the hell are you?

Whoo!

- Come on man, you're too slow! - Come on, let's get outta here.

(HE LAUGHS)

It's ours.

We took it.

It's ours.

(GUNSHOT)

What the hell are you doing playin' around? Someone's upstairs shooting.

Goddammit, Flyboy, what the hell are you doing?

(CAVALRY CHARGE BUGLE CALL)

PETER: Just stay out of sight.

They're after the place. They don't care about us!

All right, dammit!

Now we've got a war!

Say goodbye, creep-.

(MUSIC BEGINS)

(MEN YELLING)

(WHISTLING)

(YELLING)

(YELLING)

Hey, man, what the hell are you gonna watch on that thing?

I don't know, man.

Upstairs. Come on.

(MUSIC BUILDS)

Waa-hoo!

Holy mother!

- Where'd he go? - Down there. Come on!

I see you!

Chocolate man!

(DISCORDANT MUSIC)

Peter? Peter?!

(LOOTERS SHOUTING)

Peter!

Whoo!

I'm getting outta here.

I know he's in there!

(WHOOPING)

I know he's here.

Hey! Come and get us!

Come on, let's get out of here. Come on, let's go.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

Get me a bike!

(HE WAILS)

Son of a bitch!

Come on, man. Let's get the hell outta here.

(ZOMBIES GROWLING)

Whoo!

Peter? Are you there?

Where the hell are you?

In the elevator.

Those things, they're all over the place.

Climb up top.

I'll get you out of the grid in the shaft.

I'm coming.

(BEEPING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(HE SCREAMS)

(ZOMBIES GROWLING)

(ZOMBIES GROWL)

(PETER SCREAMS)

Flyboy?

Flyboy!

(WHISPERS) Flyboy!

(ZOMBIES GROWLING)

(STEPHEN MOANS)

(MOANING STOPS)

(GROWLING)

(DISTANT GUNSHOTS)

Dammit, Flyboy!

(HE SCREAMS)

(HE SCREAMS)

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC)

He's dead.

I heard his gun.

Maybe he's all right.

We'll just wait.

We'll just wait a while and see.

(ZOMBIES GROWLING)

(BEEPING)

(ZOMBIES GROWLING)

It's almost light. Let's go.

He hasn't answered the radio for hours.

For God's sake!

(LIVELY, COMIC MUSIC)

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(LIVELY, COMIC MUSIC TAKES OVER)

(HE MOANS)

(MUSIC BECOMING DISTORTED)

What is it?

Stephen...

They're coming up.

(SLOW, MENACING MUSIC)

Go on, get out of here.

- Peter? - I said get out of here.

Jesus Christ, Peter.

I don't want to go.

I really don't.

(BANGING)

(ZOMBIES MOANING)

Come on! Get up there!

Move, woman!

(ZOMBIES MOANING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC FADES)

(HEROIC MUSIC)

(HEROIC MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MUSIC CHANGES)

(MUSIC BUILDS)

(MUSIC CLIMAXES)

How much fuel do we have?

Not much.

All right.

(LIVELY, COMIC MUSIC)

(ZOMBIES GROWLING)

(LIVELY MUSIC ENDS)

(CLOCK CHIMES)