Day of the Dead

This film contains very strong language & prolonged violent scenes.

HELICOPTER ROTORS WHIRR

Nothing.

-Nothing at all.

-Send again.

I've been sending up and down the coast and still getting dead air.

-There's nobody - nobody with a radio.

-All right, then. Let's set down.

-We'll use the bullhorn.

-Set down? Wait! That's not in our contract.

-We'll give it every chance.

-Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

-Set down, John.

I will, but I won't leave my seat and I'll keep the engine running.

At the first sign of trouble, I'm going up.

If you're not on board, you'll have a lousy afternoon.

Calling anybody on this frequency.

This is helicopter 4-0-alpha. Please listen carefully...

HELLO?

HELLO? IS ANYONE THERE?

Hello?

Hello?

Is anyone there?

Hello?

Is anyone there?

Is anyone there?

Hello?

Is anyone there?

FOOTSTEPS

HOARSE RASPING

Hello?

Hello?

Is anyone there?

THEY MOAN

Hello?

Is anyone there?

-CROCODILE HISSES

-Hello?

THEY GROAN

We can lift you out to safety. Please answer if you can hear me.

Forget it, Billy boy. It's a dead place.

They got the others, you know.

Listen.

-ENGINE WHIRRS

-You can hear it over the engine.

DISTANT MOANING Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

MOANING BUILDS IN INTENSITY

Hey! Find anything?

A bunch of real estate for sale at close-out prices.

Gas up the machine.

Wait till dark. There's too many of them.

It's no good to leave the tank empty. Suppose we need to get out.

Then we're shit out of luck. They're riled up. Do it tonight.

They KNOW we're in here. What good is it to leave the gas tank...?

-Activity excites them.

-There's more every day.

If more come out, we'll shoot some. Otherwise, stay inside the building.

Be thankful you live here. You ought to see how congested the city's getting.

Miguel, come on. Let's get below.

Miguel, what can I do?

-You...

-What?

-Let me help.

-No, I don't need help.

-Come on.

-I'm all right. I'm just tired.

You're collapsing from stress.

Stress? We're all collapsing - this whole unit, except you.

I know you're strong. So what?

Stronger than me, than everyone. So what? So fucking what?

-That's a new grave.

-Major Cooper. He died this morning.

And then there were 12.

Burial - that's why there's so many.

What's going to bring them tomorrow, Sarah? And the next day?

There are hundreds of them.

Thousands. A million of them.

You stick your head in the sun, they'll come and bite off your ass.

-This is bullshit, what we're doing.

-If you've got an alternative...

I've got an alternative. Yeah.

Let's get in that bird, find us an island

and spend what time we've got left soaking up some sunshine.

With all that's going on, you COULD do that.

I could do that if all this wasn't going on.

KLAXON BLARES

-Another waste of time, right?

-You got that right, man.

-What you find?

-Nothing.

-Nothing? How far up the coast did you go?

-100 miles each way.

Jump in. We've got to bring in two more dumb fucks.

Two more? What's Logan doing?

-Get in, soldier.

-Can't you get anyone else?

What anyone else? There isn't anyone else.

It's too dangerous, just two of you.

Christ! I'll go!

-What's the matter with your friend?

-Nothing.

All right. Let's go.

I hope you guys are ready to get some pus-brains!

You got it, Steel!

We're gonna get some dumb fucks!

Any specifications you'd like?

THEY CACKLE

Come on! Let's get going.

GENERATOR WHIRRS

Christ!

The 15th is the last time you took any out.

Yeah, we forget to write them up.

You've got to write them up. It's essential.

How are we supposed to keep track of how many we've got left?

HIGH-PITCHED SCREAM

STEEL WHISTLES

Let's go, you dumb fucks!

HEY! HERE WE ARE!

-LOW-PITCHED WAILING

-Come on!

Come on, you dumb fucks.

Come on. Come one! Come on, you piss brains.

What the hell's the matter with ya?

They're scared. They know what'll happen when Frankenstein gets them.

If you're right, Rickles, then they're learning.

-They're actually learning.

-Come on! Come and see what I've got for ya.

Come on, you dick-faces!

Here's a nice one hanging!

-Come on! Try and bite it off!

-That's it, Steel! Whip it out!

Fuckin' A! Biggest piece of meat in the cave.

I don't wanna excite the lady. Not with her boyfriend around!

You're incapable of exciting me, except an anthropological curiosity.

What the hell's that mean?

It means you're a caveman, a fucking throwback!

You've been spending too much time underground.

It's OK, Steel. Throwbacks all got big dicks!

THEY CACKLE

You dumb fucks. Get over here, you scumbags.

Your old pal Steel wants to see ya.

-I'm coming up.

-You're not strong enough.

-Send up the pole. I'll look after him.

-I'm not strong enough?!

I don't want you up here.

-He's collapsing, for Christ's sake.

-Let go of the pole.

-Listen to me...

-Let go of the goddamn pole.

-LET'S GO!

Dumb fucks!

Pus-brain bags of shit.

I'll kick your fucking asses! Come on!

-ZOMBIES WAIL AND MOAN

-Come here!

You scumbag!

STEEL GIGGLES

-Hook her up, will ya? Hook her.

-SHE WAILS

RICKLES GIGGLES

Nice hat, asshole!

Come on! Get the other one out of there.

ZOMBIE HOWLS

Get in there!

HE HOWLS

Steel! Steel! Cover!

Jeez!

That's it. That's it. I got her. Come on! Come here!

Come here.

You almost killed Rickles. Yeah! You almost fucking killed Rickles.

Let him go. He shouldn't have been up there in the first place.

-I'm gonna fucking kill him!

-Steel!

Bastard!

You dirty bastard!

Let him go. Let him go, goddammit, or I'll cut you in half.

What are you doing?

Shut up. I'll hope they chop you up for dog food.

-Let's get out of here.

-I hope you rot.

FUCK YOU!

THEY WAIL FORLORNLY

I'm not gonna let you dope me up.

You need a sedative. You're behaving dangerously.

I'm just trying to help you.

I don't need your help or anyone else's.

You made me look like an asshole.

You made me feel like a piece of shit.

You stay away from me with that.

Stay away!

Ah!

Please.

HE SOBS

We need sterile conditions. We lose half our work due to contamination.

-Work with what you've got, Fisher.

-But it's madness!

-Can't you understand...?

-I understand this.

You and your playmates, you're running out of friends fast.

Look...

-Major Cooper promised...

-Major Cooper is dead.

I'm in command now, and I'm telling you you work with what you've got.

You'd better start showing me some results or you won't have that soon.

We don't have proper working conditions!

We're desperate. We need each other.

-Can't we get along?

-You need us, lady.

-I'm not so sure we need you. STEEL:

-Fuckin' A!

I'm not sure what the hell it is you're doing in there,

what my men are risking their asses for.

If there was more cooperation, they wouldn't have to as often.

HE COCKS RIFLE

-Miguel Salazar's in bad shape.

-No shit!

I want him pulled off active duty till we can evaluate his condition.

-Can't spare him.

-He's over the edge.

-He's turning into Jell-o.

-Jell-o?

It's the way he speaks of yellow! Jell-o!

Miguel's seriously disturbed.

He's close to breaking point. That's dangerous.

He can't handle any more stress.

Well, maybe I should cut off his extracurricular activities.

Maybe you're keeping him too busy at night.

We're talking about a man's life, you son of a bitch,

and lives of others he might put in jeopardy.

-Maybe I should put him in quarantine. How about it, Steel?

-You call it.

I'll build him a cage.

It might not be a bad idea,

give some of us a shot at some loving!

-It's gonna be a long winter!

-STEEL CACKLES

Come on, Ted. Let's get out of here.

I'm calling a meeting for seven o'clock tonight.

I want everybody present. Everybody.

-Including Frankenstein and your boyfriend.

-I gave him a sedative.

Look here! I'm short on manpower.

I won't have you doping up any of my men without orders from me.

Yes, sir. Fuck you, sir!

DOOR SLAMS

Out the frying pan, into the fire.

Cooper was a sweetheart next to Rhodes. We could be in real trouble.

-Watch yourself - physically watch yourself.

-I can handle it.

-We just have to pound some logic into their heads.

-Impossible.

-Where's Dr Logan?

-Frankenstein? He's in his laboratory. Where else?

..There's a loss of initiative, caution and many human functions,

apparently the result damage to the frontal,

parietal, temporal and occipital lobes.

The rate of decomposition is slowed substantially.

These beings could function over a period of years -

in cases of early revival, 10-12 years.

IT RASPS HOARSELY

The brain is the engine, Sarah, the motor.

They don't need blood flow.

I've severed all the vital organs in this one.

Still it functions.

Look.

It wants me! It wants food, but it has no stomach.

It can take no nourishment.

It's working on a deep, primordial instinct.

Decomposition occurs first in the frontal lobes, the neocortex,

and next in the limbic system.

The core... The core is the last thing to be attacked by the decay.

It's the R-complex,

that central bit of prehistoric jelly we inherited from reptiles...

I've attacked the R-complex. I've removed it from this corpse.

This creature would be benign even if it had all its senses.

Its primitive instincts have been erased.

ELECTRIC CRACKLING

It still had motor function. Probably powers of deliberation.

It can be domesticated, Sarah.

It can be conditioned to behave.

All that's required is 15 hours of surgery

only a handful of people can do(!)

We were going to concentrate on something more practical.

This is central to the condition.

I won't stop any work that might lead to an answer.

You're proving theories that were advanced months ago

and you're making a lot of assumptions.

You're trying to define what's happening,

not looking for what's making it happen.

You're slicing up too many specimens.

It's dangerous to round them up.

What happened to this one?

It was too unruly. I destroyed it. We can get information from it.

Dr Logan, we are losing the cooperation of the men.

I'm not sure they'll get more specimens.

I'm not sure they won't shut us down.

I'll show them results.

I'll show them results.

I'll show them these creatures can be domesticated without surgery.

Knowing what they are, we can approach them properly, condition them.

We've got to do this, Sarah.

Yes, this is Major Cooper.

I needed him, Sarah.

-He's helping us more now than he ever did when he was alive.

-But I saw the grave.

They buried one of the specimens.

Jesus! Do you know what they'll do to you if they find out about this?

What they'll do to all of us?

They'll never find out. He can't be recognised.

'Not a peep.'

Long or short-range, I can't raise anybody.

-<

-There must be other groups like us. Somebody else must be trying.

-<

-Maybe we are the only ones left.

This is not the best place to be sending from.

The equipment's from the Second World War.

It's up to you to get it working right.

Lay off the fucking booze and get somebody on that fucking horn, pronto.

If we stay down here, I'll fucking have to cos there won't be any fucking left.

In the meanwhile, I'll continue to indulge myself

and I'll continue doing my best in the fight against dry rot and rust.

Well, your best ain't good enough.

You think I'm not aware of our situation? I want to be here?

I'd try to raise somebody just to get away from your nasty mouth!

The fact is...

The fact is...

either we are the only ones left...

..or there's nobody in range of my puny signals.

We used to talk to Washington all the time.

We were on relays then.

The power's off on the mainland and the shopping malls are closed.

We don't appreciate your jokes.

Keep it up and I'll shove that bottle up your ass.

I've got better things to do. Are we finished?

No, we ain't finished, lady. Sit down.

We've given you the reports...

You've given us a mouthful of Greek salad -

formulas, equations, a lot of fancy terms that don't mean a thing.

Are you doing something to help us out of this deep shit we're in?

Or are you all in there just jerking each other off?

She don't need to jerk off. She's got herself a dick to get off on.

It may be young but it's still a dick!

I said we ain't finished here, lady.

Sit down.

Sit down or so help me, I'll have you shot.

You what?

I said I'll have you shot.

-Have you lost your mind?

-No, ma'am.

Have you?

I told you I'd kill you if you didn't sit down.

You didn't get back in your chair.

You can't shove us around like this.

Since when did this become a military operation?

Since I took over.

Steel, shoot that woman.

BANG! You're dead!

THEY CACKLE

Shoot that woman or you're dead.

You think I'm fucking around, Steel? You're wrong.

You've got till the count of five and that's two you've wasted.

Three.

Four.

-Sit down, Sarah!

-What is this?

-Shut up.

-That's five.

-All right.

-HE COCKS PISTOL

All right.

No!

Anybody else have any questions

about the way things are gonna run around here?

This ain't a goddamn field trip, people.

This is a fucking war!

I'm down in this cave on orders.

Your orders are to facilitate the job of this scientific team.

This is a civilian team. We don't have to be subjected to tyranny.

Who's being subjected to what, Fisher?

-You've lost one man.

-Yeah, right.

We've lost five. ALL: Yeah.

Where does it say we must keep those dumb fucks next to where we sleep?

Where does it say we do anything but shoot the mothers in the head?

We don't have enough ammunition, Captain.

The time for that would have been at the beginning.

No, we let them overrun us. They have overrun us, you know.

We're in the minority now.

Something like 400,000 to 1 by my calculations.

I haven't eaten. Is there food?

You were supposed to be here at seven o'clock.

Sorry, I couldn't break away. Is there food?

-Let me bring you up to date...

-Excuse me...

-LET ME...

-EXCUSE ME!

-Is there food?

-I'm running this monkey farm now, Frankenstein,

and I wanna know what the fuck you're doing with my time.

If we're just jerkin' off here,

my men will blow the piss out of those precious specimens of yours. We'll get the hell out of here

and leave you and your asshole friends

to rot in this stinkin' sewer.

Is that food enough for ya?

Where will you go, Captain?

You can destroy my specimens, but what about the millions more that are waiting to greet you outside?

You really think you can blow the piss out of them? All of them?

Strategically, they have you in a hopeless situation. You're lost.

-You're lost unless...

-Unless what?

-Unless what, Frankenstein?

-Unless you can make them behave.

I ain't being paid enough to work in this fucking loony bin!

-I ain't being paid at all!

-Paid?!

-What about pay cheques?

All right. Shut up! Just shut up.

What the hell are you talking about, Frankenstein?

I can show you soon enough. Sarah's seen my progress. Isn't that right?

Yes, there's been some progress.

What kind of progress? What do you mean by, "make them behave"?

Keeping them from wanting to eat us.

It means keeping them in check. It's control.

-Controlling them.

-When will you show us something we can understand?

-Very close - in a matter of weeks...

-You can't tell how long.

It could be months or years before we know what we're dealing with.

-ALL TALK AT ONCE

-Sarah's research...

SARAH'S RESEARCH... is more an assertorical matter.

She wants to reverse the process and eradicate the problem.

It could take a long time, a very long time.

She may never find what she's looking for.

We have limited chemical agents. Our equipment is inadequate.

McDermott doesn't have decent radio gear.

Now you're telling me that you don't have the shit you need.

-We're low on ammunition and low on men for Christ's sakes.

-It was very rushed.

This operation was put together in days.

Yeah, well it can all be taken apart in minutes and I'm ready to do it.

I'm ready to take the next train outta here.

I ask again, where will you go?

-You have no choice - you have to give us the weeks we need.

-You have to give us however long it takes.

-There are survivors in Washington.

-My ass!

-With better shelters.

-Bullshit!

-The people in those shelters know of us.

-With no radio, they'll look for us.

-ALL TALK AT ONCE

I said shut up! SILENCE DESCENDS

BIN IS KNOCKED OVER

You got a little more time.

A little more - I ain't saying how much.

But you'd better start showing me results

and you'd better not piss me off.

You understand?

Nothing happens around here without my knowing about it.

Anybody fucks with my command...

..they get court-martialled.

They get executed.

You'd better know I mean it too, people.

He wouldn't have done it. I can't believe he would have done it.

No, he wouldn't have done it.

He would have had Steel do it.

He can't be that inhuman.

No, he's human. That's what scares me, you know.

He won't shoot Billy cos no-one else knows electronics.

He won't shoot me cos I'm his ride. And probably not Frankenstein,

cos the old doc can talk him silly.

But the rest of you...

better start worrying, you know.

Maybe if we worked together, we could ease some tension. We're all pulling in different directions.

That's the trouble with the world, Sarah darling,

people got different ideas about what they want outta life.

SHE GASPS

You are afraid, aren't you?

Just as afraid as I am.

Why don't you take a sedative, Sarah, so you can sleep?

You're full of shit, Sarah. You're really full of shit.

I'm through with you.

Fine, then.

Get out!

Just get out!

GROWLING

ARGH! ARGH!

SHIFTING WOOD

For God's sake!

I'm all right.

Thanks, Bill. I'm all right.

Here. Just filled it up. Got a refill as well.

No, thanks. I'm all right, really.

It's brandy - good for the heart.

Shit for the heart and eats up your liver.

SHE COUGHS

We don't get a lot of visitors out here...and we like it that way.

Here it is - The Ritz.

Madam.

John's probably out the back.

Hey!

Well, what d'ya know? Welcome to civilisation, Sarah.

-Last orders.

-It's pretty nice.

Nicer than we got inside.

Not a bad idea.

It's a little safer where you are,

but we like to live dangerously.

I haven't seen you do anything dangerous since we got here.

We're sticking around.

That's getting a bit dangerous, as I hope you noticed this evening.

You're a mystery to me.

You really are.

Not like those other goons in there.

You have a sense of...

Of what?

-Never mind.

-No, no, no. Come on, let's talk about it.

I came down here to get drunk. I don't have the energy.

It takes more energy to keep quiet than it does to speak your mind.

Go ahead.

You were sent down here to do a job.

My job is to fly the whirly bird. I been doing that just fine.

You have this facility's protection, food and water,

and you don't lift a finger to help. Neither one of you.

HE CONTINUES LAUGHING

You don't believe in what you do.

Hey!

You know what they keep in this cave?

Man, they got the books and the records of the top 500 companies.

They got the defence budget.

They got all your favourite movies.

They got microfilm, the tax return, the newspaper stories.

They got immigration records and census reports.

They got accounts of all the wars, plane crashes, volcano eruptions and earthquakes, fires and floods

and all the disasters that interrupted the flow of things in the good old US of A.

Now, what does it matter,

Sarah, darling? All this filing and record keeping?

We ever going to give a shit? We going to get a chance to see it?

-This is a big, 14-mile tombstone...

-HIS VOICE ECHOES

EERIE MOAN

..with an epitaph that nobody gonna bother to read.

Now here you come, with a whole new set of charts, graphs and records.

What you gonna do?

Bury them with all the other relics of what once was?

Let me tell you what is.

I'm going to tell you what is.

You ain't never gonna figure it out.

Just like they never figured out why the stars are where they're at.

It ain't mankind's job to figure that stuff out.

What you're doing is a waste of time.

And time is all we got left.

What I'm doing...

is all there's left to do.

Shame on you! There's plenty to do.

Plenty to do. As long as there's you and me and maybe others,

we could start over, start fresh.

Get some babies and teach 'em, Sarah,

teach 'em never to come over here and take these records out.

Hey,

you want to put some kind of explanation

down here before you leave?

Here's one as good as any I ever found...

We've been punished by the creator.

He visited a curse on us.

So we might get a look at...

..what hell was like.

Maybe he didn't want to see us

blow ourselves up and put a big hole in his sky.

Maybe he just wanted to show us he was still the boss man.

Maybe he figured we was getting too big for our britches,

trying to figure his shit out.

MECHANICAL WHIRRING

TEST TUBES RATTLE

SQUEAK!

MECHANICAL WHIRRING

< You son of a bitch!

SHOUTING

Damn it!

It's no good.

It's no fucking good.

What is that stuff?

Something called beef treats which the army generously provides.

-He won't touch it.

-Nor would I.

Sorry, fresh out of filet mignon(!)

What is this? Part of Logan's plan to try and socialise these things?

He told me they don't need for nourishment. What are we hoping for?

We're hoping to satisfy the urge. You see, Sarah...they are us.

They are the extensions of us.

They are the same animal, simply functioning less perfectly.

They can be fooled. They can be tricked into being good little girls and boys.

The same way we were tricked into it with a promise of a reward to come.

They have to be rewarded. Reward is the key. I'm convinced of that. I've got something to show you.

ZOMBIE GROANS

That wasn't very nice, you know. That wasn't very nice at all.

Let's go.

You can just sit there in the dark

and think about what you've done.

Think about it. Think.

I call him Bub.

That's what they called my father.

Can you imagine a surgeon called Bub?

Nobody seemed to mind though. He was rich. My father was rich.

He used to say that I'd never be rich doing pure research.

Never be rich.

Bub's been responding so well lately, I let him live.

BUB GROANS

Well, is he alive or dead?

That's the question these days. Let's say I let him still exist.

Hello, Bub.

-THEY LAUGH

-Here's a toy for you.

Some nice things for you to play with.

You remember them from before.

From before.

He's seen the others before but the book is new.

I thought he'd do that.

(Open it up.)

He remembers everything he used to.

Bub, I'm very pleased.

Very pleased.

What's he trying to prove?

I saw one of those things sitting in a car in DC trying to drive down Independence Avenue.

-It didn't make me want to be its friend.

-It's not what he does but what he doesn't do.

-What do you mean?

-He doesn't get agitated when Logan walks in.

He doesn't see Logan as...

Lunch.

Dinner.

THEY LAUGH Having fun? >

What's he doing in there?

No need for that captain. He's quite docile.

Come in.

You can all come in!

Bub won't mind.

Extraordinary, isn't it?

That's right, Bub.

-Say hello.

-Captain, give me a break.

Say hello to your aunt Elisha.

Say, hello, Aunt Elisha.

Hello, Aunt Elisha.

Hello!

INDISTINCT SPEECH: Aunt Elisha.

STEEL LAUGHS

Apparently he was in the military. Return the salute. See what he does.

You want me to salute that pile of walking pus?

Salute my ass!

Your ignorance is exceeded only by your charm, Captain.

How do we set an example for them if we behave barbarically ourselves?

Take the bullets out and let me have your pistol, Sarah.

STEEL CACKLES

BUB GROWLS

It's empty, Captain. You saw the bullets. Let's see what he does.

Let's see what Bub does in this situation.

GUN CLICKS

BUB MOANS

Jesus Christ.

BUB GROANS

What are we supposed to do?

Teach him tricks?

What the fuck is wrong with you people? They're dead!

They're fucking dead and you want to teach them tricks!

They have to be rewarded, Captain. Why else will they do what we want?

I just want them to drop over!

Apparently they're not inclined to.

Is this your progress?

Is this the shit that's supposed to knock our socks off?

It's the beginning, yes.

It's the beginning of social behaviour...

of civilised behaviour.

Civil behaviour distinguishes us from the lower forms.

It's what enables us to communicate.

To go about things in an orderly fashion without attacking each other like beasts in the wild.

Civility must be rewarded, Captain.

If it isn't rewarded,

there's no use for it.

There's just no use for it at all.

SHE GROANS

HE MOANS

Pus-brain!

Come on, grab it! Come on!

You got it?

Hey...

You got it?

ZOMBIES HISS AND CACKLE

No!

SHE GROANS

William! William!

GUNSHOTS

ZOMBIE SIGHS

I didn't do it!

Argh!

I didn't do it!

ZOMBIE GROWLS

HE SCREAMS

Don't let this happen.

Don't let this happen to me.

I don't want to be one of them.

Take me, please. Take me!

GUNSHOT

MIGUEL SCREAMS

MIGUEL CONTINUES TO SCREAM

I need fire.

HE SCREAMS

HE CONTINUES TO SCREAM

DISTANT CONVERSATION

Jesus, Mary and Joseph!

-Get out of the way, lady.

-No.

I amputated the infected area. I caught it in time.

Yeah, what if you didn't?

If I didn't, I'll shoot him myself.

It's the spic - the yellow son of a bitch.

It's his yellow fucking fault this happened.

Get out of the way, bitch, or I'll go through you.

We are getting to make this a habit, pointing guns at each other.

We just lost two men because of him.

Well, that kind of evens the odds between us then.

A spic's been bit. We got to blast him.

-I caught the infection in time.

-That's bullshit, lady.

I've seen a thousand of them.

He's going to die.

-If he dies, I'll destroy him myself.

-Unless he gets you first.

You may still want to sleep with him.

I don't want him inside the complex.

We'll keep him out here, with us.

We got to blast him, captain.

That'd be doing him a favour, Steel.

You think he wants to walk around after he's dead?

You think he wants to be one of those things?

Think about it, lady.

Think about this all of you.

From now on, you ain't getting shit from me and my men.

Tomorrow, we are going inside that corral

and we ain't coming out until every one of them rotten piles of garbage has been wasted.

Come on, Steel.

Get out of there, Steel, we've got better things to do!

You're on my shit list, fly boy.

Thank you.

Let's take him inside. Clean him up.

Do you think you can move him?

I-I think so.

SHE SOBS

It's all right. It's OK.

Shush, shush, shush.

Shush, shush.

-It's the smallest one I've got. Try it on.

-Thanks.

I have to go to the lab.

He's going to need some morphine and some other supplies.

I'd better go along, if those boys haven't calmed themselves down yet.

I'm sorry I said those things.

I'm sorry, too.

Well, what do you know, we are heroes, after all.

What a relief!

Sarah...

He might not make it, you know?

I know it...

At least we gave him a chance.

And keep an eye on him.

Hey, you guys, be careful.

If you're not back soon, I'm coming for you.

They'll leave us alone.

(Half an hour!)

We'll be back.

Jesus, God Almighty!

A resident surgeon has been burning the midnight oils.

What the hell has been doing, slaughtering cattle?

That's probably not far from the truth.

REWINDING TAPE

-VOICES ON TAPE RECORDER: 'Your father's talking.

-I've put it away.

'I've put it away, mother. I've put it away.

'Bastard!

-'Be civil. Take that!

-Arghh!

-Take that!

-'Arghh!

-Take that!

-Arghh!

-Take that!

'Just five minutes, mother.

'Just five minutes!'

My, God!

Oh, my God!

-VOICES ON TAPE:

-'Father's talking...'

No, Sarah, don't. You'll bring out Rhodes and the men.

Leave it be!

Let's go. Let's get out of here.

Let's take that helicopter before somebody else does.

DOOR OPENS

Hello, Bub.

< Mother is very proud of you - very, very proud of me.

< It's quite nice today.

MUSIC ON TAPE RECORDER: 'Ode To Joy' Beethoven's Ninth Symphony

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

HE GROANS

-I don't believe it.

-Logan's star pupil.

Now tomorrow, you can play with these things again.

Now, it's time for your reward.

I've brought you something good.

HE GROANS

What is that?

Is that?

Kim!

Oh, my God. I can't look.

Kim!

Mmm!

Bye, Bub.

What have you given him in there, Frankenstein?

What is it, huh?

What have you given him?

Scum!

You must listen to me, captain. You must listen.

Listen to this!

GUNSHOTS

-Hold it, Fisher. Get his gun.

-Take all the guns.

All of them.

All their fucking guns!

Take all their guns. All their guns.

Those are my men in there.

My men.

Those are my men in there!

DISTANT CONVERSATION

Hold it.

Frankenstein's dead.

This scum gets it next unless you throw your weapons down.

BILL: He killed Logan in cold blood.

I killed Logan because he was a butcher.

I'll kill the rest one at a time, unless you get your black ass here.

Let him go.

Get his machete.

We're getting out of here, right now.

If you give me any shit, I'll blow his head off.

The chopper can't hold us all.

Us all, ain't going. Me, my men, you - that's it.

You'll never get me to do that.

No!

SHE SCREAMS

Steel, shove them in there.

Stop it.

-Ha, ha!

-Get in there.

Nice helmet, huh?

DISTANT GROWLS

Rhodes...

Don't do this, please.

Gonna give us a ride, fly boy?

I'll do whatever you say, man. Let them go, now.

Rhodes, let them out!

I'll take you... wherever you wanna go.

Like I said, the chopper can't hold us all.

-ZOMBIES GROWL

-Rhodes, don't do it.

You do it and I won't fly.

I swear, you've got to kill me before I fly.

Let them out.

That's the deal.

I make the deals around here. Not you.

Now you get your shit together.

-Is there an old pack there?

-We can't go back without guns.

-They'll tear us apart.

-Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

Don't shoot him!

We need his ass.

Steel, kick him around a little bit.

It might knock some sense into that jungle bunny head.

Captain!

ZOMBIES GROWL

That's it run, you fucking lunatics.

ZOMBIES HOWL

Come on, fly boy. Let's go.

Not a chance.

ALARM RINGS

-Jesus Christ, that's the elevator.

-Check it out.

ALARM RINGS

BUB SLURPS

HE SIGHS

GROANING

-Oh, Jesus.

-Rockslide. We can't get through.

This way we can try and get around.

ZOMBIES GROWL AND HISS

SARAH SCREAMS

ZOMBIE GROWLS

SHE SCREAMS

ZOMBIE GAGS

-Oh!

-This way!

Let's go. Get up.

GUNSHOTS

Oh! Somebody took this apart!

The only other control's up on the platform.

Stuck.

-Rickles, we can't get outta here!

-Fix it. Can't you fix it?

-It's the fucking spic that did this!

-Fix it!

-Come on, man!

-Fix what?

Fix the box, man! Come on, fix it!

-He's pulled the fucking guts out!

-We've got the book! We can fix it!

Bastard.

BAT SCREECHES

Sarah!

HIS VOICE ECHOES

JOHN?

ZOMBIE MOANS

DISTANT GUNSHOTS

ZOMBIE GROWLS

Hah!

Let's keep moving.

ZOMBIE GROWLS

MOANING

ZOMBIE MOANS

Hold the line. Fuck!

-What's goin' on?

-The spic.

-He ripped these controls out, the little yellow bastard!

-Little shit.

The little fucking shit!

He tried to make a run for it!

ZOMBIES GROWL

Holy shit!

Holy fucking shit!

ZOMBIES MOAN AND GROAN

RHODES!

Rhodes, you bastard!

ZOMBIE MOANS

ZOMBIE HOWLS AND SOBS

ZOMBIES MOAN AND GROAN

HE SCREAMS

HE SCREAMS

Holy shit!

Shit!

Fuck!

HE WHOOPS

HE LAUGHS MANIACALLY

Shit!

Rhodes!

Goddamn, open the door, you son of a bitch!

RHODES!

Shit!

Come out, Bub!

Man, you pus-brained bag of shit!

Wanna learn how to shoot, Bub?

I'll teach you how to shoot.

Come on, you...

ZOMBIE ROARS

ZOMBIES MOAN

ZOMBIES GROAN

Oh!

Let's go! Follow the red lights.

-It's temporarily out of service!

-The ladder! Quick, up, up!

GUN CLICKS

Come on, Johnny! We're countin' on you to fly us to the promised land!

Come on. Come on. COME ON!

Shit!

Argh!

You fuck.

Argh!

Fuck!

You fuck!

You fat fuck! You...! Argh!

HE SCREAMS

You...! Argh!

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Come on!

Come on! Come o-o-o-o-o-o-on!

Come o-o-o-o-o-on!

Come o-o-o-o-on!

Come on!

Come o-o-o-o-on!

ZOMBIES MOAN

HE SCREAMS

RHODES WHEEZES

Choke on 'em!

Choke on...!

MOANING AND HOWLING

Let's hope they filled up the gas tank from the other night!

-Oh my God.

-Come on! Come on!

Get in, get in!

ZOMBIE ROARS

Subtitles by BBC Broadcast - 2004

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