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Diary Of The Dead - George A Romero Horror
720p [H246-mp4] 2007 Subtitles English

[siren wailing]

[Officer] 628 Tremont.
6-2-8. Three dead.

No, just the usual. Fuck. Usual.

It's no big deal
these days, right?

Some guy… What's his
name? I don't know.

Oh, who knows his
name? Who cares?

Fucking' shoots his wife and kid,
and then eats the fucking licorice.

Sticks it in his mouth and
blows his own brains out.

[siren continues]

This guy had no ID… - Shit.

… No fucking papers.

Probably squirrelled
over the goddamn border.

Hey, guys. Channel 10 News.

Listen, you're kind
of blocking our shot.

Can I get you to move
forward a bit? Yeah, sure.

Thanks. You ready?

[Woman] Yeah. Almost.
Two minutes.

Let's grab some more B-roll.

[Man] Can't get close
enough for an Emmy.

Screw the Emmy. I'd settle
for a fucking pay check.

[Man] Story of my life.

[Woman] We downloaded
this video off the Net

sometime over the
last three days.

I can't remember exactly when.

[Officer] Look at this guy.

Look at this fucking guy.

Chowing down while his buddies are
shoving a corpse in the back of the van.

[Woman] Okay, I'm ready. Let's
do it. Some of this footage

was never broadcast. Am I good?

It was secretly uploaded by
the cameraman who shot it.

It was his way of trying to…
/i> - [Man] She's alive.

… Tell the truth about
what was happening.

Bree Reno reporting
live from Homestead,

where tragedy befell
an immigrant family.

An unidentified man has shot

his wife and 16-year-old
son to death

before turning the gun on
himself. Hey, what's going on?

[Cameraman] Jesus! What?

- I don't believe this.
- What?

Is there something
with the camera?

Just fix it. She's still moving.

Oh, for Christ's sake, Brody.
I'm right in the middle of a…

- What?
- Jesus-fucking-Christ!

For God's sakes! What the
hell is going on over there?

I thought they were dead. They're
supposed to be. They are…

I don't know! She's moving
on the frickin' gurney, man!

Get out of the way! Come
on! Get out of the way!

[Man] Backup here! Backup here!

- Aah!
- Get off of him!

He all right?

[Officer] Jesus! What
the fuck is that?

[Female paramedic]
Just keep still.

[Male paramedic] The
other one's moving!

[grunting]

The other one's coming up, too!

No!

[Officer] Take him
out! [Gunshot]

He's not going down!

He's not going down!

[growls]

[Cameraman] Holy shit!

Bree! [Screaming]

[Officer] Shoot her in
the head! [Gunshot]

No. No.

This can't be happening.

This can't be fucking happening!

[siren wailing]

[Woman] We downloaded a
lot of what we found

on television, on the
Net, off blogs… /i>

images and commentary over
those first three days.

- Most of it was bullshit.
- [horns honking]

None of it was useful.

This is what we were getting
from the news networks.

[Man on TV] None of
us can claim to know

exactly what has caused the
chaos we've been experiencing.

Some kind of germ.
Some kind of epidemic.

A natural calamity or… /i>

You can't talk about
it being an epidemic.

You talk about it being an epidemic,
there's gonna be panic in the streets.

I'm old enough to remember Orson
Welles' War of the Worlds,

possibly the greatest
hoax every perpetrated.

There's a dead guy sitting up! And
that was when it was just radio.

Now it's 24/7.

[Woman] This is
some kind of hoax.

[Woman speaking
foreign language]

[Man] This is ridiculous!

[Man narrating film] People are
willing to believe almost anything.

[Woman narrating]
We made a film… /i>

the one I'm going
to show you now.

Actually, Jason was the one
who wanted to make it.

Like that cameraman
from Channel 10,

he wanted to upload it
so that people… you… /i>

could be told the truth.

The film was shot with
a Panasonic HDX-900

and an HBX-200.

I did the final cut
on Jason's laptop.

I've added music occasionally for
effect, hoping to scare you.

You see, in addition to
trying to tell you the truth,

I am hoping to scare you

so that maybe you'll wake up.

Maybe you won't make any of the
same mistakes that we made.

Anyway, here it is,
Jason Creed's.

The Death of Death.

[footsteps approaching]

[Woman panting]

[growling] Aah!

[Jason] No. Cut, cut.

- Cut.
- Come on!

[Jason] How many times
have I told you?

Dead things don't move fast.

You're a corpse, for
Christ's sakes.

If you run that fast, your
ankles are gonna snap off.

If she's going fast,
I have to go fast,

otherwise, how am I
supposed to catch her?

You're supposed to
catch her later.

This is the beginning
of the fucking movie.

You catch her now,
it's all over.

All you're supposed to
do is grab her dress so…

So my tits fall out?
Ain't gonna happen.

You know, can somebody
please explain to me

why girls in scary movies
always have to, like,

fall down and lose
their shoes and shit?

[huffs] It's totally lame.

And why do we always have to
get our dresses torn off?

Actually, I'm looking
forward to that part.

- Flashing.
- I swear.

Thanks. Should've stuck
with auto repair.

Aw, shit, man. Look at this.
Your makeup's all unglued.

[Man] Give me a break.

Yeah, maybe you can see it now
because you're in way too tight.

All he's supposed to do is run
through the fucking shot.

No, not run. Shamble.

"The script says, «The mummy
shambles into frame and stops."

For a second. For one second.

You're telling me in one
second you can see…

The camera can see.

And what the camera sees,
the audience will see.

What fucking audience?

There's always an audience for
horror… believable horror.

But who's gonna believe a mummy
if his makeup's all unglued?

Who's gonna believe a
mummy in the first place?

Here's a thought, genius…
try zooming out.

Maybe your fucking
shot will work.

I know what I want here, Tony,
and I know what I'm doing.

That's right. You do, don't you?

We're only, what, four days over
a three-day shooting schedule?

[Man over radio] Guys, there's
something weird going on.

Don't even get fucking credits
for what we're doing out here.

You'll all be in the credits.

I'm talking about
college credits.

[Man] Leave those to me.

[Man] Did we get the shot yet?

[Tony] No, we're still
clicking around.

Five credits for each of
you. That is a pledge.

Mr. Creed has a vision.

Hey, I'm just trying to
make a scary movie here.

Yes, you are, Mr. Creed.

[Woman narrating] Jason
always wanted to be

a documentary film maker.

But for his senior
class project,

he decided to try to
make a horror film.

That's what he was shooting
on that first night,

the night when…
everything changed.

Stupid fucking mummy movie.

With an underlying
thread of social satire.

Jason, can I take a
minute? I have to pee.

- Shit!
- Uh, Jason?

- What?
- I have to pee, too.

[siren wailing] Jesus Christ!

This whole thing
is falling apart.

[Man] Hey, guys?

There's something on the news.

It's pretty… Well, I mean…

you might wanna check
this out. [Sighs]

[Woman on radio] It's difficult for us
to believe what we've been reporting,

but it does seem
to be happening.

Two news agencies in two separate
counties in the Tri-State area

are reporting accounts of
the dead returning to life.

In one of the cases…
the one in Somerset…

the dead man, identified as
a 50-year-old white male,

the victim of a drive-by
shooting yesterday,

sat up on an autopsy table
and actually attacked.

Somerset medical examiner
Thomas Maitland…

Horse shit. Shut up, Tony.
It's on the fucking news.

The news is always horse shit.

Always make things sound
worse than they really are.

That's how they sell soap. The
next morning, what happens?

"«Oh, sorry. Our mistake."

I mean, seriously, who's gonna
believe this shit? Two dead people…

Now five dead people.
And here's another.

They're coming in
from everywhere.

A corpse at Hope Memorial
has apparently revived.

That's six separate reports…

Six? How could there
be six mistakes?

[Tony] For Christ's sake, we hear
this sort of thing every day.

We got hurricanes 'cause the
planet's getting too hot.

And terrorists… They're
gonna drop a dirty bomb

on the White House
or on your house.

And somebody's gonna put some germ
in your water or in your mailbox.

That letter from Publishers
Clearing House, huh?

Good news is you won
a million bucks.

Bad news is you're gonna wake
up dead tomorrow morning.

Better believe what
we've just heard.

The problem doesn't seem to be
that people are waking up dead,

but that dead people
are waking up.

[distant howl] Shh! Listen.

- What's that?
- What was that?

[dog yelping] If this is
some kind of Halloween prank

or some sort of hoax,

a lot of people are in on it,

including officials…
I'm out of here.

If I'm gonna wake up dead, it's
gonna be in my own bedroom.

You can all come.

Eliot has the address.
He knows where it is.

Yeah. Nice place, too.

Cozy. Takes up about
half of Philadelphia.

Yeah, it's a fucking fortress.

I can't get in
unless I'm invited.

Sorry, Jason, about your movie.

I don't mean to hang
you up or anything,

but I'm getting the
fuck out of here.

Like I said, you can all come.

I mean it. It's an invitation.

[Man on radio] Late
this afternoon,

the cadaver began to move.

- I'm in.
- Showed no vital signs,

but it opened its
eyes… Anyone else?

Apparently not. [Woman]
How is that possible?

The man must not have been dead.

[Man] Not only dead.
Partially dissected.

Bye, guys.

[Man] Fuckin' mummies
get all the girls.

So… what are we gonna do?

The cadaver began to move.

[Woman] But how do you explain…

As a medical man, I
have no explanation.

[Jason] I tell you
what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna go to the dorm.

Deb's there. Whatever's happening,
I don't want her to be alone.

… Able to transmit
electrical impulses

strong enough to animate
what little remained

of the body's muscle and tissue.

[door opens]

[Jason] Okay.

Okay, this is the women's dorm.

Jesus!

It's been 25 minutes
since we heard the news.

It already looks like
everybody's gone.

[clang] - [gasps]

Hello. Who's in there?

Oh, man.

[gasps] What the fuck
are you doing here?

What the fuck are you doing
here? I'm just stealing shit.

But you… [chuckling]

What's a guy with a video camera
doing in the women's dorm, huh?

Security!

Heh heh heh heh!

Oh, man.

Oh, God.

Oh, shit.

Okay. Okay.

This is Deb's room.

Oh, Jesus! It's
okay, Deb! It's me.

Jesus-fucking…

Are you still shooting?

Why are you shooting? I'm just…

[Man on computer] We have
reports coming in from Denver.

Oh, my God.

[crying]

God, I'm so freaked.
It's okay, babe.

We have incredible
footage from Channel 10.

I'm here. I'm here.

I've been trying to call
home for, like, an hour.

First exclusive footage that
shows evidence of dead people,

or supposedly dead
people, reviving.

[People clamouring]

[Officer] Jesus! What
the fuck is that?

[Man] Oh, my God. The other
one's coming up, too.

[Deb] Shit! Shit! [Gunfire]

Same fucking thing! No answer!

Gotta get out there. I'm
missing everything. Babe.

What? There's no
answer at my house.

My mom, my dad, Billy…
«They're supposed to be there.

Maybe they're up at the cabin.
No, I already tried there.

And their cell.

He was walking really strange.

[operator] Due to
unusual volume,

your call did not go
through as dialled.

Circuits are busy. Your folks probably
can't get through to you, either.

[Debra, narrating] It
was all over the news,

all over the Web,

but no one knew what
was really happening.

I want to get out of here.

Jay, I want to go home.

[Woman] He shot Ben!

I think that's what
started the panic… /i>

- not knowing the truth.
- [people screaming]

[Woman] We're in a war zone,

but I don't know who
the war is with.

[Man] What's been happening
is real, not a hoax,

and prospects truly
are terrifying.

[Debra] All my friends left

before we could
even say good-bye.

… Numbers of citizens… We
want everyone to remain calm.

It's funny. You spend so much
time resenting your parents,

separating yourself,
building your own life.

But as soon as the
shit hits the fan,

the only place you
want to go is home.

[Jason] We're in
Mary's Winnebago,

trying to stick together.

What is this about, Jason?
I don't know. I just…

If this turns out
to be a big thing,

I just want to record it, okay?

Come on. Everybody, when it
comes to you, say your name.

This is ridiculous.

Mary. Mary Dexter.

And what are you
doing here, Mary?

Um, going home.

Trying to go home.

Can you just not film me while I'm
driving, please, so I can focus?

- Say your name.
- Jason,

if you don't know
by name by now,

then get your clothes
out of my closet, okay?

Come on, babe. It's
part of history. His…

Debra Moynahan.

And I'm just trying to get
home, too, okay? Like Mary.

And I'm wondering why my boyfriend
has a camera plastered to his face.

Scranton, okay?

Scranton, Pennsylvania.
That's my home.

My parents' home.

And my little brother's.

Where are you coming from?

College.

We're all at Pitt together.

University of Pittsburgh.

Why are we on the road? Christ.

[Young man] Yeah. Christ,
Jason. Lay the fuck off.

[Jason] See this guy?

He won't say who he is, so I will.
He's Tony Ravello, he's from…

Where is it? Brooklyn?
Or the Bronx?

Queens.

He does makeup that
comes unglued.

You know what? I'm a directing
major, just like you.

I wasn't even supposed
to do makeup.

No, I was.

Sorry, babe.

You know what happens when
we try to work together.

I hear that.

What are we doing out
here on the road?

Uh, just trying to get
out of Dodge right now.

Why?

What do you want
me to say, Jason?

It's not what I want you to say.

It's what you want
to say. Tell us.

Why does everyone want to
get the hell out of Dodge?

'Cause of this thing…

this crazy thing that's
happening. It is crazy.

Where are you going, Tony?

Nowhere. No place to go.

So I'm just gonna hang with you, Jason,
until I can't take any more of your shit.

- Got it.
- Will you explain

why the Department
of Homeland Security

suddenly raised its alert level
to orange earlier this evening,

even though there are no
indications of a terrorist attack?

[Man] You're right.
There's no indication

of any terrorism.

We believe these are simply
isolated and unrelated phenomena,

and we expect things to
return to normal very soon.

See? Already starting
to play the shit down.

The Centre for Disease Control
believes this may be due

to a previously
unknown viral strain

that leads to a kind
of mass psychosis.

Psychosis. Who's
gonna believe that?

- Psychotics.
- The president continues

to monitor the situation
from his ranch,

and he's asked the American
people to remain vigilant.

[TV shuts off]

[Jason] Say who you are, Eliot.

You just did. I'm Eliot.

Tell us more.

Eliot Stone, Harrisburg, PA,

and I'm here with you fine people because…
I don't know… I'd like to get home, too.

It's on the way. I'm hoping you'll
be so kind as to drop me off.

Seems like everybody
wants to get home.

I know what you're
trying to do, Jason.

I get it.

Gordo Thorson, Danville,
Pennsylvania.

Tracy Thurman.

We're, uh… We're together.

Forever.

Uh, yeah. We'll see.

What's that?

Oh, this is my camera.

# [»Yellow Rose of Texas»]

Smile.

Thurman and Thorson.

Give me a kiss, [giggles]

Oh, and I'm from San Anton'.

That's in Texas.

Don't mess with Texas.

Holy shit. Look at this guy.

Christ. [Horn honking]

He's gotta be doing,
like, a buck-20.

Professor.

Ah, you've finally come to me.

I was beginning to
feel neglected.

It's just that you're…

So far away, I
know. In steerage.

Sitting on a toilet seat with
everyone's dirty laundry.

Oh, Andrew Maxwell, emeritus.

Nowhere to go, nothing to do,
and I'm not with anybody.

That was Ravello just
popping along for the ride.

I'm not with anyone, either.

I'm just here all alone.

Just me and St. Chris.

I think we'll be calling on old St.
Chris before this night's over.

Oh, my God! Look!

[Gordo] We'll never
get past that.

Turn around. We should
go back to the dorms.

[Jason] Look!

It's a cop. A state trooper.

How do you know that?

Oh, his hat. His hat…
His stupid-looking hat.

He looks hurt.

- He's all burned up.
- Yeah.

He's not just burned,
he's fucking fried!

He shouldn't even be walking.

Oh, my… - He's dead.

God damn it!

I'm telling you, he can't
be anything else but dead.

Oh, my God! Jesus
fucking Christ!

[Tony] I think he wants more

than your license
and registration!

[screaming continues]

Go! Go~ - My God!

Fuck!

Wait. Before you go, wait, wait.

What's that? What's that?

[thudding]

[Mary] What are we doing?

[Tony] What time is it?

[Debra] It's almost 3.

I think we should pull over.

[brakes squeaking]

[Jason] How do you feel?

Mary, how do you feel
about what just happened?

[sobbing] How do
you think I feel?

They were already dead, okay?

You didn't do anything wrong.

Listen to me, unless you're
Jesus fucking Christ,

you don't stand up and walk
around after you're dead!

Would you shut up?

We might've just killed
three people back there.

All right? Three living,
breathing people like us.

No, we didn't.

I did.

I did.

Sorry.

Shit!

[Jason] We've stopped
somewhere off the road.

God knows where.

Aren't you gonna
go say something?

I don't know, man. I'll just
give her some time, you know?

I'm running low.

I'd like to make it to a state store
before they all shut their doors forever.

God, there's a terrible thought.

A world where a gentleman can't
buy a bottle of bourbon.

[gunshot]

God.

Mary? Mary?

No! What did she do?

What the fuck did she do?

Anyone know she had a gun?

Why would she do this?

Because of what happened?
Those people back there?

This is our fault.

For panicking, for
turning this into…

Into what?

Into something it's not.

Into something
more than this is.

This is all just bullshit!

You keep calling this bullshit,

someone else is gonna
kill themselves!

You heard the TV.
Mary heard the TV.

We all should've just
stayed at school

instead of driving around
in the middle of nowhere

knocking fucking people
off like bowling pins!

[Tracy] She's still alive. What?

She's got a pulse.

Fuck. Pressure. Pressure. Mary.

Looks like everyone's left.
Yeah, left in a hurry.

It's a hospital. Where else
is she supposed to go?

Just because we can't see anybody
doesn't mean no one's here.

Maybe they're hiding.

Yeah, maybe they're hiding
'cause they think we're dead.

Hello! We're not dead!

Cut it out, Tony.

[Jason] Wait, wait, wait.
Where are we going?

You guys look for a doctor.
We're gonna find the E. R.

Hello? Is anyone here?

Wait, I think I hear somebody.

[phone ringing in distance]

It's down here. Come on.

[radio chatter in distance]

It's just the radio.

[switching radio stations]

[Man] We just saw
some in the location…

Hello?

Is anyone… - Shh. Shh.

What?

… Coming away from the
building, what's wrong?

[Man 2] He wants to stay here

'cause we can't move.

[Woman] Stand by. Stand by.

[indistinct chatter]

[crowd screaming]

[Jason] It's complete chaos.

[gunshots on radio]

It's complete fucking chaos.

- We got him.
- I know I got him!

[gunshots]

[shouting]

[gunshots]

Gotta go for the head.

No, you gotta go for the head.

Tell everyone out there they've
gotta get them in the head.

This isn't some sort of mistake?

This is a hospital.
There's nobody here.

[gunshots]

[shouting]

[Jason] What if it is for real?

What about Mary?

What if…

she dies?

We're not doing any good
just standing around here.

[beeping] Fuck. Losing juice.

Let's see if we can
find some help. [Beep]

- There's somebody.
- Excuse me.

Excuse me.

We have an emergency.

Our friend is hurt,
and we need help.

[beeping]

[gasps] Oh, my God.

[growling] What's
wrong with him?

He's dead, that's
what's wrong with him.

Use the gun.

- Oh, God.
- Hurry, use the gun.

What if there's others?

[Man] Guys? Try the head.

Try the head. Yeah,
shoot him in the head.

Shoot him in the head!

[beeping] Fuck.
Battery's almost dead.

Yeah, that's not all.
What do you mean?

[Man] What is going on?

Jesus. A nurse.

Dead doctor, dead nurse.
Makes sense, doesn't it?

[static]

Let's fucking hurry up. Gordo!

It's jammed.

Okay, I'm gonna try
something. Try what?

Get her attention. Just try
and get her attention.

- Come over here.
- Hey!

Come after me. Be
careful, Debra.

[machine whirring] Careful.

[Female voice] Shock assigned.

[electricity crackling] Jesus H…

Christ.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Those are hot.

[beeping] Put them back
where you found them.

[Mary moaning]

We got to get her a doctor.

Yeah, a live one.

[gasps]

I got it. [Screams]

Let's go.

[beeping]

No, leave her here with me.

What, you're not coming with us?

I can't. I gotta plug in.

Leave it. Let it charge.

I can't. I can't leave
without the camera.

[beeping] The camera's
the whole thing.

Getting help is the whole thing.

[beep]

[whispering] I
should be with them.

Maybe I could help.

I can't.

I can't…

because…

I'm fucking plugged in.

Some shit, huh?

Left alone with these
fucking dead guys.

I'm sorry, Mary.

If anything Tony said
or I said or did

made you…

People you killed were dead.

These people are dead.

At least they look dead.

I don't know.

The way things are…

who the fuck knows?

Mary.

[normal voice] Mary?

[grunts] - [gasps]

[Woman screams] Shit.

[gunshots]

Guys?

[gunshot]

Guys, what's happening?

Fuck. God damn it.

[footsteps approaching]

Hello?

Hello.

I found this in one
of the other rooms.

Tell us your name.

Uh…

Say it.

- Deb, come on.
- Say it.

Give me a break.

Jay… Jason.

Jason Creed. You
see how it feels

to have a camera
shoved in your face?

To have to answer stupid questions
when people are dying all around you?

You see how it feels?

Deb, just put the thing down
and tell me what happened.

Well, you missed it.

If it didn't happen on camera,
it's like it didn't happen, right?

There was a~.

There was a patient in
one of the other rooms.

He looked nice, you know?

Not dead.

But he was.

He was almost on top of
me before I saw him.

It was Gordo who shot him.

Jesus, did you…

I mean, did he… - Hurt me?

No.

Well, who was screaming?

Me.

You want me to show you how?

For the camera?

For history?

Aah!

That's enough, Deb. I…

Aah!

Oh, God.

I just shot another man.

I've killed three men and a
woman in the last half hour.

It came easily, too, didn't it?

I remember the war.

In wartime,

killing comes easily,

especially when you don't
have to do any of it.

There will always
be people like you,

wanting to document, wanting
to record some sort of diary.

Me? You're the one who put
the camera in my hands.

You're the one who made
me want to do this.

Not this. This is a
diary of cruelty.

And in wartime, when the
enemy can be marked

as this son of a bitch
or that son of a bitch,

then cruelty…

becomes justified.

[wheezing] Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Look at Mary.

She's… She's dead.

She's turning.

[gun cocks]

[Tracy] This is, like, too much.

Too much.

[Mary wheezing]

Guys, I don't know.

Give it to me.

You can't do this.
Give me the gun.

[Mary wheezing]

[Jason whispers] Oh, man.

[stammering] Oh, my
God. Oh, my God.

You're stuttering, Mr. Creed.

Don't try to speak, just shoot.

Shoot your picture. Shoot for as
long as your hard drive holds out.

As long as you have power.

Take this.

It's too easy to use.

Let's get out of here.

[Debra, narrating] It's interesting
how quickly we find out

what we're capable of becoming.

[gunshots]

Up until that night, we had
lived predictable lives.

Now…

we would never be able to
predict what might happen next.

God had changed the rules on us.

And surprisingly, we
were playing along.

What the…

Jesus, Gordo! Look out!

Aah!

What? What happened?

You think they're not
dead? Huh, Tony?

Tell me this guy isn't dead…

[grunts]

… After I jam him through the
heart with a fucking I. V. pole!

Jesus! Oh, regular
fucking die, huh?

You think he's not dead?

Do you get it, Tony?

Do you finally
fucking understand?

- What happened?
- It hurts.

Bite.

It hurts.

Here, take this. It's
too easy to use.

Come on, Deb, you used
to shoot better than me.

Yeah, that's why I stopped.

I don't want to become you.

[Man narrating] There
are currently more

than 200 million video cameras
in people's hands worldwide.

Blogs, video windows,
and streaming videos…

[Woman] Now, there's
too much information.

… Are indicating more than
40 million visitors a month.

Where do you go to
find the truth?

Is it your job as a journalist
to just keep shooting?

Those of us in the media
put ourselves ahead

of what we see happening…

There were no weapons
of mass destruction.

[Woman speaking native language]

Millions of them are out there,

driven, compelled to broadcast
their particular views of things.

[Debra] Compelled,
like the man said,

Jason was compelled.

I had never seen him
like that before.

What is it?

What gets into our heads when
we see something horrible?

A horrible accident
on the highway.

Something keeps us
from just driving on.

Something holds us.

But we don't stop to help.

We stop to look.

[static]

It's our first morning
since we hit the road.

We're here to say good-bye.

I don't understand why he died.

It was just a bite. How could
someone die from one little bite?

Maybe it's some kind of
poison or something.

Maybe it is a virus.

Anyone gets bit comes
back as one of them.

No, anyone who dies comes
back as one of them.

Thurman and Thorson.

[gun cocks]

No. No.

No.

We gotta bury him, right?

How would you feel waking
up under 6 feet of dirt?

Can't we just wait?

Can't we just at
least wait and see?

Maybe it won't happen to him.

Please?

Can we just wait?

Due to unusual volume, your call
did not go through as dialled.

Hey, you guys, we
gotta get going.

I gotta get~ - Get home?

Yeah.

Although after this, who
knows what we're gonna find?

Your folks will be fine, Deb.

They're smart people, like you.

Oh, shit. Look.

[moaning]

Poor Gordo. He just flunked out.

[Man on radio] … and the
rock will not hide you.

The dead tree will
give no shelter.

Can you say amen?

These are the end of times.

And for the sinner
there will be no end,

only the death
that will not die,

and the hunger that
will not be satisfied.

Get on your knees.
Get on your knees.

Get on your fucking knees.

[Woman] Here is

a Channel 11 News update.

[Debra, narrating] It wasn't
until we uploaded this footage

that we saw how bad
everything was.

[overlapping newscasts]

[Man] Don't try to come
into any major city,

where there are
reports of violence,

looting, killing.

Small towns tonight
are like ghost towns,

as most people have
fled for their lives,

believing that this
might be the beginning

of some sort of Armageddon.

[explosion]

[Debra] Using country roads,

we hadn't run into any
riots or looting.

But we were about to run
into something else.

Turn, old piece of shit.

Oh, my God. I knew it
was gonna break down.

It's all right.

It's all right. We could fix it.

God couldn't fix it.

[Man on radio] … lock
yourself inside.

Don't trust anyone, not
even those you love.

[radio off]

I think it's the fuel line.

If that's what it
is, I can fix it.

- Oh, yeah?
- Yeah.

I know what I'm doing.

Daddy used to pit crew for Dale.

- Earnhardt?
- Gerber.

Who the hell's Dale Gerber?

We can't stay out here, guys.

We gotta get the Winnie
inside that barn.

I'm gonna go see if
the owner is home.

You might not want to do
that. There might be…

[vocalizing]

Oh, shit. [Gun cocks]

Whoa, whoa, stop. I
don't think he's dead.

I… He might not be dead.

[laboured] Who are you?

Who are you? He's
asking us who we are.

Great.

[vocalizing]

Our car broke down.
We need help.

Oh.

No, we don't need a car.
We just need to fix ours.

- We need to use your barn.
- Oh.

«Hurry. " Why? What?"

- Oh, shit!
- Lord!

They must have
been following us.

Oh, my Lord.

Tony, how many bullets
you got left?

Where did he go? [Grunting]

[shouts]

Jesus Christ.

[explosion]

I thought the Amish
were friendly folk.

[beep]

[Tracy] Yep. Gas line's leaking.

I'm gonna cut the
line below the tear

and get her hooked
back up to the post.

Thanks.

[children laughing]

[Tracy] What is that?

Guys, what's all that screaming?

[Maxwell] Birthday party.

Where did you find this?

It was on the camera that
Deb found in the hospital.

Surprise!

[Man] Bupkus is here.

[Woman] Don't be afraid, Gina.

I think she's
afraid of his nose.

[Debra] That's the guy.

The one in the orange shirt.

That's the guy
from the hospital.

The one I thought looked nice.

Honk-honk.

The one Gordo shot.

- [grunts]
- Aah!

[slamming]

[Tracy] What's that?

Guys, what's that?

They're in the back,
at the back wall.

[Maxwell] It sounds as if
they're out front as well.

[Tracy] What the hell
is going on out there?

Jesus Christ.

God, there's a party out there.

[vocalizing] Oh! Shit!

[Maxwell] There seems to
be some sort of trap door.

[Tracy] I'm hurrying.

Can we get our
asses out of here?

[Maxwell] Not to apply
unnecessary pressure,

but we are all relying
on you, darling.

[Debra] Oh, my God.
The door's open.

[Debra] Shh. I hear something.

[chickens clucking]

Maybe one of them
got in already.

Maybe more than one.

[groaning]

[Tracy] Guys, what is happening?

We're all right!

We're all right.

[gunshot]

Almost there. I certainly
hope so, darling,

as much as I love
spending time with you.

[groaning] Aah!

[engine starts]
Tracy, I love you.

All right! Open the door!

Open up, Tony. Let's go.

You see how many there
are? Look how many.

Come on.

Come on, come on.

[Maxwell] Gentlemen, hurry.

Aah!

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. It's all
right. We're all right.

There's nothing we can
do for him. Let's go.

But… They're gonna be
all over us. Let's go!

[bodies thudding]

[Man on radio] It's
estimated that

if something isn't done
to stop the slaughter

within three more days, our
death rate will quadruple.

Within 10 days, it will
have risen by 100%.

[Debra, narrating]
Before there were… /i>

I don't know how many people
died every minute… /i>

- 8, 10, 20?
- [chattering on radio]

Now there were five times
as many, ten times,

a hundred times as many.

Dead but walking.

There weren't enough
bullets to stop them all.

[Man on radio]
They are monsters.

Monsters who prey on the
flesh of the living.

[Debra, narrating]
We needed supplies.

Gas.

Without gas, we weren't
going anywhere.

[Jason] There might be
more of them around.

[Eliot] Think we can make it?

[Debra] We've gotta try.

Get in, fill up, get out fast.

[Eliot] Yeah, but what if…

Put the gun down. Who
the hell are you?

Don't matter who I am. All
that matters is what I got.

[Eliot] What he's got's better
than yours, Tony. Way better!

Damn right. There here
is an M-16 semi-auto

with the safety turned off.

And I'm just trying to decide,

do I pump two bullets
into your brain

or just one?

No, we're cool.

Good choice.

Now who the hell are y'all?

Some kind of news people?

No. Students. University
of Pittsburgh.

[gunfire] Damn rowdies
from town gone crazy.

[sighs] Come on.
[Tony] Come on? Where?

Any place is better than this,
ain't it? [Gunfire continues]

Come on, before we get
our asses shot off!

[Man on radio] … always
arguing about immigration.

Let them in, keep them out,

lock your door and
throw away the key.

We've come here
concerned about people

crossing the border
into our country.

But that's not the
problem anymore.

The problem is all those
creatures crossing the border

between life and death.

[Man] Ready for some
boxes over there, man?

What the hell's with
that camera anyway?

[Jason] Uh, home movies.

Who's gonna be left to watch?

So what's up with y'all?

What the hell you
doing in my town?

We're trying to get to
Scranton, but we need fuel.

We were using those pumps back
there at the gas station.

Them pumps is dry.

We siphoned off all the gas.

Can we buy some of
what you took? Buy?

Girl, if this keeps up, money
ain't gonna be worth nothing.

Talking about gas, yeah,
I'll let you have some.

Enough to get you
where you're going.

What's with you all? How
come you stuck around?

'Cause we got the power.

For the first time in our
lives, we got the power

'cause everybody else left.

All the folks without suntans.

They'll be back, right?
The Army? National Guard?

Somebody's gotta put all
this shit back together.

The National Guard.

Kid, I'm in the National Guard.

Anyway, no one's coming
to put nothing together.

That's why we got all this shit.

Anything worth anything
under one roof.

It's called looting. No, ma'am.

It's called doing
what you gotta do.

[Jason] Can I get online?

Back there.

[cocking weapons] Uh, excuse me.

It's all right. Let him through.

Let him through.

[Man on TV] In fact,

law enforcement authorities and
a reporter was on the scene.

Here's Homestead Chief
of Police Arthur Katz.

These attacks was carried out by
a bunch of illegal immigrants

was mistakenly pronounced dead
before the attacks took place.

The only time they was dead
was when my guys shot 'em.

[Jason] They changed
it. They re-cut it.

[Debra, narrating] The
media were lying to us,

or the government
was lying to them.

They were trying to make it seem like
everything was gonna be all right.

What are you doing?

I just want to shoot us
while we're editing.

Oh. I want to cover everything.

[Debra] Now I can understand

why Jason was so anxious
to upload his own footage.

- Okay.
- At the time, I didn't get it.

Right there, we'll cut to
the angle from your camera.

- Look!
- Perfect.

- Put the gun down.
- Who the hell are you?

Don't matter who I am. All
that matters is what I got.

And after that, we drove here?

Yeah. It sure would be nice

to have the surveillance
camera angle

from when we drove in.

Figured as much. Got it.

They're recording all
the security cameras.

It's like a 7-Eleven in here.
I got it all cued up for you.

Oh, you're fucking brilliant,
man. Why, thank you.

What'd you do, get it
off the recorders?

It's a wireless system.
Pretty sophisticated.

So sophisticated that I was
easily able to rip it off

right out of the air.

Beautiful. This is excellent.

What the hell are
you guys doing?

[Jason] Uh, editing.

Editing what?

The stuff we shot.

[chuckles] When you said
you want to get online,

I thought you wanted to, like, get
in touch with your dad or something?

No, I just wanted
to upload our shit.

Look, 72, 000 hits…

in eight minutes.

Hey, Eliot, can we
have a moment, please?

Yeah.

[Debra] Is his camera on? Yeah.

If we're gonna have
a conversation,

I'm sure you'd like
to have it on tape.

If it's not on camera,

it's like it never
happened, right?

Okay, Jay, listen to me.

I'm trying to get home
to my family, okay?

Everyone out there is
trying to get home.

And you're in here dicking
around on your computer.

[Debra, narrating] It was a
pretty one-sided conversation.

72, 000 hits.

[beep] - They're coming in
from all over the world.

They're not getting the
truth from anybody else.

All that shit on the
news is a pack of lies.

72, 000 hits in eight minutes.

That's unbelievable.
Congratulations. You're famous.

[beep] That's not
what it's about.

[beep] Would you
rather have people

not knowing what's
going on in the world?

[beep] We might even
be able to save

somebody's fucking life here.

[beep] - 72, 000 hits.

In another hour, it'll
probably be a million.

By tomorrow, who knows?

[beep] All over the world,

people learning how to survive

by seeing how we
manage to survive.

[beep]

You always know how to
make a good argument, Jay.

[cell phone vibrating]

Oh, my God.

Text message from
my little brother.

Whoa. What's it say?

All this time I've been imagining
them dead in our house,

and they're not even home.

They went camping four days ago.

«Driving home. All okay.

"Hope you are, too."

"Sent last night.
«Driving home."

That means they're probably
gonna beat us there.

I told you they were safe.

They're on the road, same as us.

They're not safe, but
they're still alive.

Pack your shit. I'm gonna
go check on that gas.

[computer ringing]

[ringing]

Yo, dude.

Where are you, man?

Ridley, yo back at you.

We're in the middle of
fucking nowhere out here.

How's Deb?

Uh, she's okay.

You know, coping.

Look, if you need anything, like
a place to chill, whatever,

get your ass down here, man!

We're having a blast!

Hi, Jay! Love you!

[gun cocks]

What's up?

I don't know.

Something's going on.

One of my men had a bad heart.

He died.

Thing is we don't
know where he went.

[Man] This shit ain't
freaking you out, though.

We talking about this
nigga Charlie, man.

Shit.

Maybe we should get
inside and lock the door.

I'm gonna go get Jason.

Stay. I'll go.

Wait, wait. That thing
could be inside there.

[Eliot] That thing
can be anywhere.

Fuck.

$100, 000 education,

I can't find my way out
of a fucking warehouse.

Exit. Exit.

What the fuck was that?

[chattering]

Oh, fuck.

[panting]

Fuck.

Fuck.

Where the hell have
you been? What?

There's a dead guy walking
around. Let's go.

Wait. Say that again.
I didn't get it.

There is a dead guy walking
around. Now let's go.

[Man on TV] … were killing
and eating their victims,

prompting authorities to examine
the bodies of some of the victims.

Medical authorities in Cumberland
have concluded that in all cases

the killers are eating flesh
of the people they murder.

Repeating this latest bulletin

just received moments ago from
Cumberland, Maryland… /i>

Civil Defence authorities…
/i> It's all clear.

… That murders victims,

new evidence of having
been partially devoured

by their murderers.

Medical examination… /i>

[gun cocks] Turn that TV off!

[TV shuts off]

All right.

Everyone with a heartbeat,
freeze and shut up.

[gun cocks]

Son of a bitch. Where are we?

Fuck.

Shh. Shh.

[clattering]

Fuck me!

[chattering]

Okay. All right. We're good.

That… That's the door. Let's go.

- Whoa! It's us!
- It's cool.

- Okay?
- Shut the fuck up!

[Man] I see him! I see
him over there, yo!

[chattering]

Over here! Over here!

Nobody over here.

Yo, come on! We got him!

I think we got him!
We got him! Yeah!

Over here. Over here. Move it!

[Men] Oh! Shit!

- It's not him.
- That's not Troy?

Son of a…

bitch.

Fuck off.

[Man] I got him! I got him!

No! Don't shoot! Those
barrels are full of gas.

- Oh!
- Damn!

What the hell is that stuff?

- Whoa!
- God!

That's enough.

No need to fill the tank.

Scranton's only 65 miles away.

We could really
use some weapons.

Food, canned goods, water.

Um, lip gloss?

The lip gloss you can have.

The rest of this shit is ours.

All of it?

Every last can of peas.

Well, what if we said we're not
leaving till we get what we need?

What would you do, kill us?

I'd think about it.

But I don't think
you'd do it, though.

It's easier just to give
us what we need, isn't it?

'Cause otherwise, guess what,
you're gonna have to kill us.

- Deb.
- Shut up, Jay.

You're gonna have to kill us,

'cause we're not leaving
until we get what we need.

[chatter on TV]

Okay.

Fill her up.

Give them what they want.

Come and get 'em!
I'm so excited.

Come and get 'em!
Access enough for you?

Come and get 'em!

That'll do.

Gotta defend yourself. Got to.

'Cause if this keeps up, people start
running out of food, water, gas.

They're gonna start
shooting at each other.

No, thank you.

I've had enough of
this kind of thing.

This is more like it.

I'd rather have this,
if you don't mind.

It seems…

friendlier, somehow.

Hey.

I think you're a lot like me.

Good luck.

Good luck to you, too.

[beep]

- We here.
- [Debra] What is that?

- Anyone listening?
- Where is it coming from?

I found her on a message
board on YouTube.

Someone listen.

We Tokyo.

Very bad here.

Very bad Tokyo.

- Tokyo. Can you believe it?
- Aah!

There's hundreds of posts
like this all over the world.

He's got the technology.

[static] No, no, no.

- No.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa.

- Don't bury dead.
- Okay, it's back.

First shoot in head.

[static]

- Don't bury dead. First shoot in head.
- Something's gone wrong.

- Wait.
- Damn it.

Well, plug it in.

I just charged it.

Then it's not the phone,
it's the service.

The fucking service
is going out.

Nothing? How can
there be nothing?

It's the towers. The relay
towers must be out.

Jesus. All of them?

[Debra] Technology
is terrific, Eliot,

except when it doesn't work.

Great.

It won't be long

before nothing works, darling.

Nothing at all.

[siren]

[Debra, narrating] The
mainstream had vanished

with all its power and money.

Now it was just us… /i>

bloggers, hackers, kids.

[Woman] When there were
three networks, three lied.

[Man] You've got
to trust somebody.

Now that there are
400, 000 people,

you have 400, 000 lies.

[overlapping chatter]

[Debra, narrating] The
more voices there are,

the more spin there is.

The truth becomes that
much harder to find.

In the end it's all just noise.

… Government is fully capable
of dealing with this crisis.

[overlapping chatter
intensifies]

We're in Scranton.

This is Deb's house.

I thought they'd be here by now.

They were out, what,
camping, right?

Any idea where?

They used to go to some
place in Virginia.

West Virginia.

You probably just
beat them here.

Maybe they hit traffic
or something.

We didn't hit any traffic.

There is no traffic.

And West Virginia is
only 100 miles away.

[Tony] If that's
where they went.

Yeah.

I'm gonna wait inside.

You guys should get
back on the road.

[Tony] What? And
just leave you here?

This is where I grew up.
It's where I want to be.

You guys all have homes, too.

You should get going.
Get out of here.

Thanks for bringing me here.

Thanks for everything.

I guess I'll try to call you.

[Jason] I'll try to
come back for you.

Bye, Jay.

Don't be an asshole.

Can't just let her
wait here alone.

Hey.

Mind if, uh, maybe I hang
out for a while, too?

Yeah, okay.

Uh, me, too?

I need to pee again.

Well, I can't sit
in here anymore.

I want to meet your
little brother.

Maybe he has a PlayStation.

I'd like to meet your father.

Maybe he has a bar.

They always hide a key.

[alarm beeping]

Shit. Fuck.

I don't remember if
it's 102 or 201.

[keypad beeping]

[alarm wailing]

It's probably wired
on a single circuit.

Where's the breaker
box? In the garage.

I don't get it.

They're here?

Mom?

Dad!

Billy!

[Eliot] Maybe they
dropped off their stuff

and went to the
neighbour's or something.

Maybe there was an evacuation…
like, a mandatory evacuation.

No, they would have
taken their car.

No, no, there's buses, right?

When they evacuate places, they
bring in, like, buses and…

Mom? Shit.

Dad!

Billy?

Oh, fuck.

Deb?

What is it?

Okay, they must have, like, had
an accident or something, right?

[Eliot] Maybe… Maybe
they're at the hospital.

[Tony] I just hope it's not
a hospital like we went to.

Okay.

Okay, my dad would
have been driving,

and that means my mom would have
been in the passenger seat,

so that's my mom's blood…

there.

And, urn…

And Billy would have been in the back,
so that means Billy is probably okay.

Debra. No, I'm sure of
it. Billy must be okay.

- Deb!
- What?

- Okay, listen to me.
- What…

You gotta know that
this might be…

this might be bad.

I know. No, I do. I know, okay?

Okay. Really.

Now, let's go inside.
Come on. Okay.

But don't think
about your parents.

Don't think about
your little brother.

We're gonna go in there,

and we're gonna try and
find something, okay?

Something like an old doll.

Yeah, okay.

An old… An old doll.

Okay. What is her name?

It's not a her, it's a him.

It's a him. Okay,
you got a guy doll.

Yeah, like Ken, you know?

Like Ken and Barbie?

Okay, like Ken, but not Ken.

What's his name?

What is his name?

Michael.

Like the archangel.

Okay.

So we're gonna go in there, and
we're gonna go look for Michael.

Okay.

Okay.

[Debra, narrating] I
thought long and hard

about whether to leave
this footage in the film.

I decided in the end…

to show you exactly
what happened.

[snarls] Aah! Billy!

Billy, no!

Let me through! Deb!

Aah! Billy! No, Billy!

Aah! Billy!

No!

No!

[chomping]

Daddy?

Mommy?

Mommy.

I think it's time
we left this place.

[Debra, narrating] By now
we'd become part of it.

Part of 24/7.

It's strange how,
looking at things,

seeing things through
a lens, a glass,

rose-colored or shaded black,

you become immune.

You're supposed to be
affected, but you're not.

I used to think it was
just you out there,

the viewers,

but it's not.

It's us as well,

the shooters.

We become immune,
too… inoculated

so that whatever
happens around us,

no matter how horrible it is,

we just wind up taking
it all in stride.

Just another day.

Just another death.

It's gonna be okay, babe.

It's gonna be okay.

[Tracy] Hey, do you
want to switch places?

I could take the camera for
a while, then you could…

Leave him alone, Trace.

He's right where he wants to be.

Hey, where'd you learn
how to use that thing?

Eaton.

Archery squad.

Targets, of course.

Nothing at all to do with…

life and death.

I used to have a steady hand.

You still do.

Thank you.

[Eliot] Where's your
home, Professor?

Or where was it?

Portsmouth.

That's where it was.

Such as it was.

Not really a home.

Just a place.

I've never seen or imagined

a home

that I could wish
or want for my own.

Sad.

Not at all.

Mine is a…

a wandering spirit.

Yeah, he wanders to wherever
there's a bottle of spirits.

Alas.

Where are we going, Eliot?

I'd like to get to my place.

We talked to Ridley.

When?

At the warehouse online.

He's okay?

Yeah, him and Franny
sounded great.

He invited us to come.

Philadelphia?

Could make it there before dawn.

Hey, hey, hey. Look at this.

[Tony] It's the Guard.

It's the fucking Guard!

Call me crazy, but those
guys don't look dead.

[laughing]

You see?

I told you they'd show up.

Hi, there.

Is it nice to see you guys.

Good.

What's with the camera?

Just making a movie.

Oh, is that so?

Where'd you get all the stuff?

Friends.

You know, seems to be
a whole lot of folks

getting a whole lot of stuff
from a whole lot of friends.

Can we be friends?

Want to turn that off, son?

Turn it the fuck off.

Now.

[beep]

[Soldiers shouting]

[gunfire]

There's your fucking
National Guard, Tony.

They stole everything we got.

Not everything. They
left us our weapons.

Sure, but they have their own.

They're military men.

With the world being what it is,

they knew we wouldn't
survive without weapons.

They're not murderers,
just thieves.

"[Debra] «The world
being what it is."

Think about that.

From now on,

everyone who dies…

is gonna come back.

I mean, think about that.

Everyone who dies,

unless they get a
bullet in the head,

is gonna come back and try
to kill somebody else.

And on and on and on.

Forever.

[static]

Turn your helmet cams on.

[static]

See anyone alive, pull them out.

Hey! Anyone in there?

Anybody home?

Wait. Hold it.
Don't go in there!

Do not open that door!

Hold it! Hold it!

Hey, are you all right, mister?

- Don't!
- Are you all right?

You can't go in there!

What are you hiding
in there, old man?

No! No, please! [Gun cocks]

There's nobody in here.
I don't see anything.

[grunting]

Aah!

Son of a bitch!

[groaning]

Over there! Behind you!

You fucking dick!

No! No!

Hiding these fucking dead
pieces of meat in here?

Look what happens! Look
what happens! Please don't!

- No!
- They were family.

- Kill him.
- They were family!

Kill the prick! No, don't shoot.

Don't shoot him in the head.

Shoot him in the
heart. [Whimpering]

Let him fucking wake up dead.

[gunshot]

It used to be us against us.

Now it's us against them.

[Debra, narrating] He was right.

Us against them.

Except they…

are us.

[Eliot] I know it's
around here someplace.

Right here. Here.

Here it is.

Wake up, guys. Guys,
come on! Wake up!

Oh, man. It's huge.

[Maxwell] It's like what
God might have built

if only He had the money.

[chuckling]

Ridley made this place
sound like a fortress.

Um, I've never been
to a fortress before,

but don't they usually
keep the doors locked?

[Tony] I told you. He
said everything was cool.

[Tracy] Well, that
was yesterday.

# [piano]

[Tony] Plenty of security.

[Eliot] There's gotta be
monitors around here somewhere.

Monitors don't do us any good
unless somebody's watching.

Someone might be
watching us right now.

Okay. Let's go in.

Wait, wait. Go back. Step back.

I want to cover everything.

Okay. Ready. Come in!

I can't do this anymore.

Every time we walk in
somewhere, somebody dies.

Or somebody's already dead.

It's gonna be the same
everywhere we go.

[Tony] Shut the door.

Ridley?

Ridley!

Francine?

Hello!

[beep]

[Maxwell shouts]

Ridley?

[beep]

Well, this is where
the party was.

Good Lord.

Treasures. Absolute treasures.

A Tale of Two Cities.

First edition.

Do you have any idea
what this is worth?

It was the best of times,

it was the worst of times.

[laughing]

- Well.
- Ridley!

You scared us half to death!

You came. Oh, this is great.

This is just so fucking great
to have all you guys here.

How you doing, bro?

Where's Francine? Where
are your parents?

Out back. Why was the
front door open?

Oh, was it?

I was outside.
Just came back in.

Must not have shut it behind me.

Stupid. [Chuckles]

Just stupid. You know me.

I'm stupid.

What's in there?

The panic room. [Tracy] Wow.

What's going on? Why
were you in there?

Just checking the
generator, that's all.

Everything's fine.

Even better now
that you're here.

God!

It is just so great to
have you guys here!

[Maxwell laughing]

You must be totally burned.

What can I get for you?

Something to eat? Drink?

[Maxwell] A cocktail
would be lovely.

Well, the bar is
right over there.

I'd like to get this
damned corset off.

Can you help me?

You know what I'd like?

A long, hot bath.

Pick a bathroom. We've got six.

Clean towels, soap, shampoo.

Whatever you need. Whatever.

[beep]

So nobody's tried to
break in or anything?

Nobody around to break in.

We're pretty isolated out here.

Country club's closer
than the next house,

but not too many people interested
in golf or tennis these days.

Where's your stuff?

You must have brought
some stuff with you.

Dirty clothes. Bags of them.

Well, bring it in.
Bring it all in.

Something tells me you're
gonna be here for a while.

I'll go to the Winnie.

I'll come with you. I'd like
to grab that other camera.

Yeah, 'cause one's never enough.

Here, you take this one.

No, no. I don't want to
make this kind of movie.

I don't want to make this
kind of movie, either,

but I can't change the script.

Here. See if you can resist.

I don't want to do this.

Jason.

Jason, I don't want to do this.

[door opens]

[beep]

My father shot a rabbit!

I thought it was in here.

Oh!

Hmm. Tony.

You're filming, [chuckles]

I guess Jason was right.
You can't resist.

I'm filming you, Ridley, 'cause
you're acting a little weird.

All this shit that's
been going on.

I know.

I know what's going on.

Still a little bit tired and…

and a little drunk.

That's all.

Forget the rabbit.

Ridley? How about some pheasant?

Father shot two of those.

They're downstairs in one
of the big freezers.

Ridley, can we go
see Francine now?

She's out back…

with my family and the staff.

Yeah, you said that.

Why don't we go see her?

I don't think we should do that.

- Why?
- Well…

to begin with…

Father's dead.

He was the first one to die.

Then he did Mother, and then
they both did the staff.

Brannigan, Brenda, Cook.

Really liked Cook.

Maybe she ate the rabbit.

[Tony] Did somebody
eat Francine?

Did somebody eat Francine?

No.

Well…

no, not exactly.

I mean, Brannigan bit
her on her face.

I think. I don't know.

It all happened so fast.

[whispering] I think we
should get out of here.

Wait. Ridley?

You're saying they're all dead.

Yes.

I had to bury them.

Is no one else hungry?

I didn't bury them
in the garden.

I'd never dig up Mother's roses.

It's okay. Come on.

I had to chop off Cook's hand.

That's why there's
so much blood.

Shit.

Come on.

Maybe we should get out of here.

No, I gotta see this.

Guys.

It's a little hard to see.

Here, I'll turn on the lights.

This is where I buried them.

Sweet Jesus. [Door closes]

He's gone. There was
blood on his arm.

I wonder if he got bitten.

[water running]

[whistling]

[statue shatters]

[Maxwell] Guys?

Darlings?

Jason, a little help here?

I'm shooting.

Oh, Ridley. Can you
give me a hand?

[groaning] Aah!

Jesus, he's dead.

He's fucking dead.

Oh, fuck.

Jason!

A little help here?

Hey! Run!

Run, Tracy!

See? I told you dead
things move slow!

[footsteps running]

Where the fuck did they go?

Tracy? Tracy!

Tracy!

Oh, shit.

I don't believe this.

I don't fucking believe this!

Just like your
goddamn mummy movie!

Jason, put down that
stupid camera and help me!

[snarls] Aah!

[fabric tears] Aah!

You getting this, Jason?

I hope you're happy,
you son of a bitch!

Hey! Hey!

This isn't a movie,
Jason. It's real!

I'm trying to distract him.

Cut! Cut!

Cut!

[moans]

Don't mess with Texas.

# [»Yellow Rose of Texas»]

Tracy!

[engine starts]

Tracy!

I'm leaving you, Jason.

You can keep the house.
I'll take the car.

Shit.

I don't believe this.

What is she, nuts?

Where does she
think she's going?

She's not going for Chinese.

You know what? It's okay.

We… We still got Ridley's car.

There's other cars
in the garage.

We could still get out
of here. No, bad idea.

Look, Ridley is still moping
around somewhere, dead or alive.

And there are human goldfish
in the fucking pool.

We just spent the last
two days on the road.

Did you have a good
time? No, but…

Out there, we're lunch.

In here,

there is a steel-reinforced
panic room

where could sit and play Nintendo
until this whole thing blows over.

[blow drier whirring]

[groaning]

[splashing]

[door closes] Shit!

Don't, Deb! It's me.

Jesus.

Jesus.

Where's Ridley?

Have you seen him?

Yeah, he's not Ridley anymore.

He's something else.

Eliot is something
else, too, I'm afraid.

What?

Or gone.

Died in a tub of water
with Ridley in his arms.

How do you know all this?
I saw it on TV, darling.

I took my bourbon, and I went
in to watch the monitors.

I went into the panic room,

which I suggest is a good place
for us all to go right now.

[chuckles]

Always fancied myself
a swashbuckler.

You're drunk, Professor.

Indeed I am.

But drunkenness has,
oddly, regretfully,

never twisted my perceptions
of things going on around me.

Tracy's phone. Let's go.

- No.
- Jason.

We can't just lock ourselves
in a fucking room.

We'd be locking ourselves
out of the world.

That's the whole point.

We lock ourselves out of the world
before the world bites us on the ass.

We've got weapons.

We can take care
of whatever comes.

I can't go in there, Deb.

I'll miss… I'll miss everything.

God damn it, Jason!
Would you stop this?

Come with us.

Be safe.

Settle, like I'm trying to do.

Settle for…

- For what?
- For life.

For survival.

Survival? Who the fuck wants to
survive in a world like this?

All that's left is to
record what's happening

for whoever remains
when it's over.

Please.

I don't want to go in
there without you.

All right.

[whispers] We can't.

[footsteps]

[gasps]

What was that? [Body thuds]

Where the hell is he?

[clattering]

[screaming]

Oh, no.

[squelching] - [Debra] Oh, God.

You fuck.

[sword clatters]

[whispers] Shoot me.

Michael…

the Archangel.

Uh, ahem.

Hi, my name is Jay… Jason Creed,

and I have been given
the opportunity…

given the gift to be able
the document the events

that have suddenly
landed in my lap.

And I just want to
let you guys know…

the audience know… that
I'm gonna do my best

to capture the truth
with me and my friends.

There's gonna be no fakeness.

I'm gonna go after everything.

Really raw, really real.

And I'm going to do
the best job I can.

And I'm just really excited
to be given this opportunity.

And I am not going
to fuck it up.

Yeah. [Beep]

Debbie?

[Maxwell] Debra!

Debra!

Debra?

Deb?

I'm gonna finish his movie.

The movie's over.

No.

There's gonna be more.

There's gotta be more.

[beep]

[exhales] Morning approaches.

Things always look
better in the morning.

Not to me.

Mornings bring light.

I prefer the darkness.
[shaver whirring]

It's easier to hide in the dark.

You know what, Professor?

I actually get
the… the mornings.

They show you for what you are
instead of what you think you are.

[shaver shuts off]

Inelegantly phrased, Mr.
Ravello, but accurately put.

Mornings… and mirrors.

I despise them.

Mornings and mirrors only
serve to terrify old men.

Hey, could you say that again?

I didn't get that.

Et tu, darling?

[glass shatters] Look at this.

[glass shatters]

[Debra] Close the door.

[narrating] Jason once said
he thought he could help,

maybe even save some lives.

This is the last thing he
downloaded before he died… /i>

a couple of hometown Joes who
went out to shoot at targets.

- [gunshot]
- But that day, they used people.

- Dead people.
- [Gunshot]

You know, just for fun?

[gunshot]

There was one target that was
different from the rest.

A woman…

tied by her hair to
the branch of a tree.