Dawn of the Dead

This film contains very strong language and graphic violent scenes.

DOOR OPENS

MULTIPLE VOICES ARGUE

DOOR CLOSES

SHE WHIMPERS

Are you all right?

The shit's really hit the fan.

'That's a whole different study!

'But if we DO that...'

'We don't KNOW that. We gotta operate on what we DO know.'

-I'm still dreaming.

-No, you're not.

EXCITED HUBBUB

My turn for the coat.

The crew are going crazy. A couple have flown the coop already.

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

CONFUSED SHOUTING

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

-Roll the rescue stations!

-Half those stations have been knocked out.

-Get me another list.

-I'll pull it out of my ass(!)

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

All we get is what you people tell us, Doctor...

-It's fact!

-It's hard enough to believe...

You're not running a talk show, Mr Berman. Forget pitching an audience moral bullshit...!

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

Get the new list of rescue stations. Charlie's receiving.

-Rescue stations?

-Half of those are inoperative.

-We can't send people to inoperative rescue stations.

-We've had old information on air for 12 hours!

EVERYONE SPEAKS AT ONCE

-Kill those old ones.

-Givens wants them!

-Kill 'em!

You are not listening! You have not listened to the situation

for three weeks! What does it take?!

People won't accept your solution 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!

Here are the rescue stations.

Dan!

Get someone to type that up.

-I think Foster's right. We're losing it.

-We're blowing it ourselves.

The dead body must be exterminated

either by destroying the brain or severing the brain from the body.

This situation must be controlled now!

They are multiplying too rapidly.

Who killed those supers?! Nobody has the authority to do that. Gary!

-Who told you to kill those supers?

-I killed 'em.

-D'you know you're on the air?!

-What's going on?

Without those rescue situations on every minute, people will tune out!

You'll murder people, sending them to closed stations!

I want that list up on the screen!

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

What is this?! Get that idiot off the air!

Officer, stop those men! Lucas, get back here on the console! Damn!

Get somebody in here who can run this thing!

Get that fucking idiot off the air!

We're staying on the air!

Dr Foster, the public needs facts. What do you have to give us?

They kill for one reason.

They kill for food, they eat their victims. It keeps them going.

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

without emotion, it wouldn't have come to this.

There is a martial-law state in effect in Philadelphia

as in all major cities in the country.

-You need a badge.

-Jeez...

-Hey, come on...

-It's just crazy.

-Stephen, it's insane.

-Shit, that ain't it.

-Here.

-OK, go.

Should we be unable to check the spread because of the emotional attitudes...

It is the order of the OED, 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 into central areas of the city.

Bodies of the dead will be delivered over to squads of the National Guard

for organised disposition.

-Meet me on the roof at 9pm. We're getting out.

-What?!

-In the chopper.

Stephen, we can't...!

-9pm, all right?

-We've got to...

-We've got to NOTHING, Fran.

Somebody's got to survive. You be upstairs at nine o'clock.

We'll be off the air by midnight. Emergency networks are taking over.

Our responsibility is finished.

Martinez, you know we've got this building surrounded.

-That dumb bastard's moved them into one building.

-They're going to fight.

Martinez, the people in this project are your responsibility.

We don't want any of them hurt.

I'm giving you three minutes.

I'm giving you three minutes! Turn over your weapons and surrender.

-There's no charges against you.

-There are no charges against you!

Yet.

-Come on, Martinez.

-Show your Puerto Rican ass so I can blow it right off!

Blow all their asses off, low-life bastards.

Blow all their low-life nigger asses right off.

-You're Rod, right?

-Rod Tucker.

How can we stick these bastards in these hotels, anyway? This is better than I got!

-You gotta BLOW 'em out of here.

-Stay cool.

-When we go in, don't pop off, all right?

-I'll be OK.

Let's get on with it!

Let's go! Let's go!

Move it! Move it! God damn it!

Come on! Come and get 'em!

Jesus! There's a thousand pigs!

Get the other...!

Rico, look out!

Hold it!

Don't go out there!

Masks!

Masks for gas. Masks for gas.

Work yourself down. Come on, work yourself down. Work a floor at a time!

Hands up! Damn!

HYSTERICAL SHOUTING

Don't go! Let me go!

Ha-ha! Come on, you little bastards!

Wooley's gone ape-shit!

-Wooley!

-Hey-hey-hey!

Give me a hand!

-Leave me alone!

-Gimme a hand, somebody!

Step away from him!

-Help me! He's crazy.

-Step away from him!

Not that room!

Jesus Christ!

Come on. You don't want to see that.

Shoot it, man.

Shoot it, man. Shoot it in the head.

GUN WON'T FIRE

Miguelito! Dios mio!

-Miguel!

-No, no! Watch the girl!

Miguel?! Mi vida. Miguelito...

SHE SCREAMS

Stand clear! For Christ's sake, stand clear!

GUNSHOT

You ain't just 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.

You running?

-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 running out. I could run.

I could run right tonight.

A friend of mine, he's got this helicopter. He asked me to come.

Think it's right to run?

MAN 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.

Let me pass. The people of 107 will do what you wish now.

PRIEST COUGHS AND CHOKES

Many have died, last week, on these streets.

In the basement of this building we 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 we lose the war.

Knock it in!

GUNSHOT

GUNSHOT

GUN CLICKS

Jesus Christ! Hey, you OK down there?

Yeah.

This must be where they dumped them. Need any more men?

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

Jesus Christ!

Why did these people keep them here?

Cos they still believed there's respect in dying.

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 a car. Just hold it there till it spits out at you.

RADIO: 'Police dock, come in.

'Come in at the police dock.'

'Police dock. HQ calling police dock.

'Come in.'

-'Anything on that?

-No, he'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 got friends coming!

-Who are you?

-We're with GON.

-A minute on the car.

-Outside!

-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.

-I'm Steve Andrews.

-Yeah, no shit(!)

- We'd get further in this bird. - Can't all fit!

How many does it hold? I can't drive that.

Something happens to him and we'd be stuck. Stick with the boat. We'd get further in this bird!

- That's a squad car! - We're police.

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

You're running, ain't you? You're running in the GON traffic bird.

What's the problem, officer?

Your friends stole company gasoline.

-Friends?!

-They know. They're running too.

-It'd be crazy to start shooting at one another.

-Sure would.

Are you guys OK?

-Who's he?

-Peter. He's all right. Come on. Let's hustle.

-Get a move on! There's a report out the dock's been knocked out!

-Right.

-Can we carry the extra weight?

-We'll be OK.

Hey, you got any cigarettes?

You guys?

No, I'm sorry.

-Where are you headed?

-Down river to the islands.

-What islands?

-ANY island. What about you? Where are you headed?

Straight up.

HELICOPTER ENGINE WHINES

You got any cigarettes? Have any of you guys got cigarettes?

How can I get to the islands without cigarettes? Can we stop and get some?

-Are you leaving people behind?

-An ex-husband.

-An ex-wife.

-You, Peter?

-Some brothers.

Were 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 every once in a while.

-Is he your man?

-Most of the time, yeah.

-I like to know who everybody is.

-Yeah, me too.

Any more water?

D'you know where we are?

-I know exactly where we are.

-Harrisburg?

-Passed it an hour ago.

Jesus...it's everywhere.

We're still pretty close to Johnstown. Those rednecks are probably enjoying the whole thing.

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

I got at least 14 shells, man!

BARKING DROWNS OUT SPEECH

# Don't believe in overworking

# And I never treat a woman right

# Cos I'm a man

# Cos I'm a man... #

Behind you!

There! By the old car. Get the gas tank!

Shit!

Got him!

Ah, missed!

HELICOPTER APPROACHES

-Aw, shit! Damn near empty.

-I got this one.

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

-I guess they all took off.

-To where?

-Got some.

-Can you handle that?

-I got it.

-I'm going to see what's in the hangars.

RATTLING

Bunch of junk.

THUMPING

Steve?

Fran!

Fran!

Fran!

Run!

Roger!

GUNSHOTS

GUNSHOT

GUNSHOT

GUNSHOT

Peter!

Never aim a gun at anyone, mister.

-Peter! What are you doing?

-Scary, isn't it?

Isn't it?

Come on.

We've gotta find fuel.

-Maybe closer to Cleveland.

-We gotta avoid big cities.

-We may never get out alive.

-We may never get out of any place alive.

If there aren't too many, we can handle them.

-It wasn't one of them that nearly blew me away.

-We stay in the sticks.

-There's bound to be more airports.

-There's locks along the Allegheny.

-Fuel stations there.

-Probably manned. We don't need those hassles.

-They're just after looters.

-You got papers?

-I got GON ID.

And we're doing traffic reports(?)

Wake up, sucker. We're thieves and we're bad guys! We gotta find our own way.

Jesus Christ! We don't have food or water. We don't even have a radio!

Stephen, you need to get some sleep.

What the hell is it?

Looks like a shopping centre, one of those big indoor malls.

-Oh, my God!

-Let's get out of here.

-They can't get up here.

-And we can't go down there.

-Let's check it out.

Most of the gates are down. I don't think they can get into the stores.

-I haven't seen any on the second floor.

-Big stores use both floors.

-If we can get in up top...

-OK.

The power's not off. May be nuclear.

Why do they come here?

Some kind of instinct. Memory...of 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?

Come on, drop.

Let's go.

Looks like a free lunch.

-Spam!

-Did you bring a can-opener?

-No.

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

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

You'd better get some sleep too.

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

-I know it.

-It's a big place.

They're pretty spread out down there. I think we can outrun 'em.

-Hit and run?

-Hit and run.

-You're crazy!

-We gotta at least check it out.

This is exactly what we're trying to avoid.

-Stephen!

-Leave him be. We're going ourselves.

That's ready to shoot. The weapon'll kick you good when it fires.

Be ready for that. Anyone but us comes up them stairs, take off.

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

Here.

MACHINERY WHINES

-Keys to the kingdom.

-Grab the walkie-talkies.

-It's Christmastime, buddy.

-How we going to work it?

-We get into a store up here. They'll 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.

Might as well have power in everything. We might need it.

MUZAK PLAYS

Stephen? Stephen...

-Fag it or try for it?

-You game?

-I need lighter fluid.

-You got it.

Jesus Christ. They're maniacs!

All right.

Come on!

Stephen, don't go down there!

-Roger!

-What?

-It won't open. It's not working!

To the right. Come on. There it is.

Let up on the door!

Let it go! Take care of him!

Stephen, for God's sake! Let's get up to the roof.

We can't leave them down there.

We're in! How the hell are we going to get back?

Who cares? Let's go shopping first!

-Whoo!

-Yeah! Watches, watches!

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

-Chocolate, chocolate!

-OK.

Whoo! How about a mink coat?

HE WHOOPS AND LAUGHS

Hey, we can't carry all that shit.

I see. We just wheel right by 'em(?)

-We're going to try. We might as well try to get what we can.

-No way this is going to happen.

Hey, Peter!

-Let's go - the old okey-doke.

-OK.

-All right.

-Hey, ugly!

-Let's raise some hell!

-Hey! Come here, chump!

-Hey!

-Come on over here!

-That's right.

Come on, come on, come on, come on!

Ha-ha-ha! Come on!

-All right. Come on!

-Come on! Over here!

Just give it time, give it time.

OK, they're coming. Go on up and stay out of sight.

Let me know when it's clear enough.

Come to papa. That's it. Keep coming, keep coming.

Good, good, good.

-Peter, let's do it.

-Is it clear?

-Not altogether, but they're spread out pretty good.

-I'm coming.

MACHINERY WHINES

-What the hell is that?

-Fuzz?

-Where's it coming from?

-I can't tell.

BULLET RICOCHETS

GUNSHOT AND RICOCHET

GUN CLICKS

-Open up.

-Maybe I oughta go with you.

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

-OK.

-Cover me good.

-You got it.

GUN CLICKS...AND CLICKS AGAIN

GUN CLICKS

CLICKS

Hold it, Flyboy! Don't go into the stairway!

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

Run for it! Run this way!

Come on! Run!

Come on! All right, all right!

Now hit the department store. Go!

Come on, come on!

Downstairs again, same trick.

-What do we do?

-Let 'em know we're here. Whoo!

Whoo-hoo! Come on! Over here!

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

Whoopee!

Over here!

'Now is the time to save, shoppers, in our weekend sale...'

Jesus Christ!

'..dining-room set with a 40-by-60 burlap table top,

'53-inch slated china and six beautiful beige chairs.

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

-We'll have a hard time getting back.

-We gotta wait.

-Some may stay on the balcony.

-We can handle that.

If any of them see us, they'll follow us up. It's no good.

We can load what we got and get the hell out of here.

-Maybe we got a good thing going here. Maybe we shouldn't be in such a hurry to leave.

-Oh, man.

If we get back up without them catching on,

-we can hold up for a while, check out the radio.

-Oh, man.

There's a passageway above these stores.

I don't know if it's heating or some kind of access. I saw it on a map.

Upstairs. Let's go.

-These are just lighting fixtures.

-It's gotta 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.

-Grab a stool.

It's all right. We can get it off. You found it, Flyboy.

One-stop shopping - everything you need right at your fingertips.

-Phillips.

-There you go.

DOOR OPENS BELOW

Stephen?

(Shit!)

-Jesus!

-I seen it. Come on.

TROLLEY SQUEAKS

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

Looks like we're going to be OK.

You should see all the great stuff we got. This place is terrific.

It really is. It's perfect.

All kinds of things. We've really got it made here, Frannie.

Frannie?

STATIC CRACKLES

-What the hell time is it, anyway?

-Nine.

-Nothing?

If we're getting a pattern, they're sending a signal.

'..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...'

Is she all right? She looks blown.

-What d'you expect?

-She really looks sick, physically.

She's pregnant.

'..Communications with Detroit have been knocked out...'

-How far along?

-Three and a half, four months.

-Jesus. Maybe we should try to get moving.

-We can deal with it.

-Maybe she needs a doctor.

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

You want to get rid of it?

Huh?

Do you want to abort it?

It's not too late...and I know how.

All your decisions made?

Do you want to abort it?

Do you?

-Somebody better sit watch.

-They'll never get in.

-Enough of 'em will.

It ain't just them things we got to worry about. That chopper'll give us away if someone comes messing around.

-They won't mess with that little bird. They got enough on their hands.

-Hmm.

So I guess we forget about Canada, right?

-Nobody cares about my vote.

-Come on, Fran. I thought you were sleeping.

I'm afraid. You're all hypnotised by this place.

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

Let's just take what we need and keep going.

D'you know how many times we'd have to land for fuel?

Those things are everywhere. The authorities would give us just as hard a time, maybe worse.

Fran...

We've got everything we need right here.

Let's get some sleep.

You were the one that wanted to set up house.

'The normal question is always, "Are these cannibals?"

'No. They are not cannibals.

'Cannibalism implies an intraspecies activity. These creatures cannot be considered human.

'They prey on humans. They don't 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,

'but basic skills remain,

'more remembered behaviours from normal life.

'There are reports of these creatures using tools, but even these actions are primitive -

'the use of external articles as bludgeons and so forth. Even animals adopt the basic use of tools.

'These creatures are nothing but pure, motorised instinct.

'We must not be lulled by the concept that these are our family members.

'They will not respond to such emotions.'

SHOUTS OF PROTEST 'They must be destroyed on sight!

'That was Dr Millard Rausch from the OEP.

'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 interview.'

-Those semis can block the entrances.

-Can you start them?

-You haven't spent enough time on the street!

'They're working on an analysis of this whole phenomenon

'from the point of view of a viral disease.

'They're doing tests to see if they can deal with it in that way and come up with some kind of vaccine.'

Hey, Fran.

'The problem in Atlanta is there are no live specimens available.

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

I would've made you all breakfast, but I don't have my pots and pans.

-May I say something?

-Sure.

-Sorry you found out I'm pregnant, cos I don't want to be treated any differently.

-Hey, Fran, come on...

I'm not going to be den mother. I want to know what's going on

-and I want to have something to say about the plans.

-Jesus, Fran...

-Fair enough.

-OK. Now, what's going on?

We're going out and you're NOT coming with us till 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 fly out of here.

-She's right.

Come on, let's go.

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

I just might be able to figure out how to use it(!)

I'm sorry, Stephen.

-It's all right, it's all right.

-Stephen...

Yeah?

Be careful.

Yeah. We'll be all right.

'..In spite of everything, you can hear there are still some people with a sense of humour.'

-How about it?

-Getting it.

-I'll ride pick-up.

-I grew up in one of these things. Let's go.

-OK.

Hey, Too Tall, Too Slow 2. Come in.

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

'How did we both get in the same force, you being so large?'

They said it was a midget force and they needed somebody to look up to.

-Where's Flyboy?

-Probably up on the roof...with Flygirl!

Let's go. Come on.

-Come on, hot shot!

-Look out, you suckers.

-Come on, man!

YEEHAH! WHOO!

YEEHAH!

-YEEHAH!

-Three more!

HE WHOOPS

Rog!

Come on. Look, man.

Look!

Get its head up! Get its head up!

Roger, get its head up, man!

Get down! Get down and stay down! I got him! Roger, move!

NO!

You bastards.

You bastards.

Roger?

We got 'em, didn't we?

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

Roger! Get your head together! We got a lot of work to do!

Let's go, baby. Number two.

-You all right?

-Perfect, baby. Perfect.

Come on, Peter!

Come on, man! Roger! Come on!

Roger, come on, man.

Come on!

Motherfucking sons of bitches!

-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. Let's go!

-I mean it, man!

You're not just playing with your life. You're playing with mine.

Now, are you straight?

Yeah.

Go, go, go, go, go!

Come on, Rog. Come on.

-Watch it, man.

-Watch out!

Hurry the fuck up, man!

Roger, watch out!

Damn!

SHE SOBS

That's it, man.

-That's it.

-Bullshit!

-We gotta deal with that leg.

-I'm dealing with it!

There's a lot to get done before you can afford to lose me.

It depends how many are still inside. It's one hell of a run.

-If we had more flares, those propane jobs.

-Guns are first.

-Guns and ammunition.

-Argh!

Sorry.

You sure you're going to make it?

Just hurry up with that.

SHOP MUZAK PLAYS AFRICAN DRUMS AND CHANTING

Come on.

Look at this! Huh?

Don't shoot through those gates. The openings are too small.

Bullet'll chase us around in here. 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.

(Let's go.)

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

-Got it.

-Come on, let's go.

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.

-You won't make all four entrances.

-We'll make it. You just be ready to open up for us.

Wait a minute. The car.

-What?

-Why don't you use one of the cars?

You OK to start it? Let's go.

Watch it, watch it!

Close the door!

Stephen, the keys! Jesus Christ!

Come on, man! Get outta there!

Goddamn it!

-Keep 'em.

-You gotta lock yourself in.

HE SCREAMS

Jump in the back.

-You all right?

-Yeah.

-You get the latches, I'll get the locks.

-Gotcha.

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

-Can't they smash the glass?

-Safety stuff. They got no leverage under the truck.

I'm hoping they leave after they find they can't get in. I'll get the alarms.

BELL RINGS

BELL OFF

Go!

We're OK. We got it made. It's going to work!

-How many d'you figure are already in?

-Not too many.

We'll get 'em easy. We'll get it all locked off,

then we're going on a hunt.

GUNSHOTS RING OUT IN DISTANCE

If we put up a wall here, we can still get to the plumbing.

-Why not board up the stairway?

-A patrol might come, looters maybe.

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

-I don't know what else to do.

-You're doing fine.

His leg is awful. The infection's spreading quickly.

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?

Sure did, buddy.

We whipped 'em. We whipped 'em good.

We whipped 'em and we got it all!

Fran?

Frannie?

Leave me alone. It's all right. It's my problem. I don't want you here.

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

Stephen, get out, please!

This place is going to be rotten.

We gotta clean it up, brother.

MARCHING BAND MUSIC PLAYS ON TANNOY

You never know. # Money, money, money, money...! #

What d'you think?

Larger!

FAIRGROUND MUSIC PLAYS

DUCKS QUACK

-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 grandaddy used to tell us. You know Macumba?

Voodoo.

Grandad was a priest in Trinidad.

He used to tell us, "When there's no more room in hell,

"the dead will walk the Earth."

-ROGER SCREAMS

-Get another one! Hurry up!

Jesus! Hurry up!

Go on. I'll stay with him.

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

You'll take care of me when I go.

Just try to get some sleep. Save your strength.

I don't want to be walking around like THAT.

Peter?

-Peter?!

-I'm here, man!

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

I'm going to try...

not to.

I'm going to try not to...come back.

I'm going to try...

..not to.

'They use maybe 5% of the food available on the human body.

'With that small amount,

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

-'What are you saying?!

-Dummies! Dummies! Dummies!' UPROAR IN STUDIO

-'Listen, quiet, quiet. Shush.

-One wonders what is 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 trying to help you dummies.

'In your calm way, you do irritate people by being illogical...

'Illogical, hell! Illogical, hell!

'I'm showing you a way

'that we can up the food supply 20 times!

-'The food supply for WHO?!

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

'We should FEED them?!'

Oh, God.

'I thought you'd come up with a solution rather than feeding the opposition.

'It doesn't make any sense.

'Well, I can think of another alternative, yes.

'Since they seem to congregate in heavily populated areas,

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

-'You're probably serious!

-I'm DEADLY serious.

-'They'll run out of food!

-They won't run out of food, young lady, while we're still alive.

'The things that you're saying sound like just people talking...

'This is not political rhetoric. This is not the Republicans versus the Democrats.'

' "We're in a hole, economically. Another war." It's more crucial than that.

'We are down to the line, folks.' UPROAR

'There are no divisions among living...

-'Shush. At least let him finish.

-We've gotta remain unemotional...'

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

'Unemotional!'

GUNSHOT 'We've got to remain rational,

'logical...logical.

'Scientists always think in those 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 done. It's that or the end.'

GUNSHOTS

-Here it comes!

-Oh!

-Oh, wow!

-Oh, nice.

-For the lady.

-Thank you.

-Stephen.

-Thank you very much.

-Peter, what about you?

-This is just for the two of you.

-Enjoy.

-Thanks.

We can't, Stephen. Not now.

It wouldn't be real.

Hey!

When the roll's finished, we'll take it to the drug store(!)

BIRDSONG

SHE HUMS A TUNE

'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 yourself,

'so hurry and do your shopping!'

CLASSICAL GUITAR MUSIC PLAYS

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

They MIGHT come back on.

What have we done to ourselves?

Easy, easy.

Stabilise it. That's right.

Down...down.

That's it. You got it.

-Hon? You got it!

-I got it!

-Wow!

-They get in through the roof.

-Son of a bitch.

-They got trucks blocking the entrances.

-Yeah, trucks. No sweat.

What do you think? Get 'em now, or tonight?

Tonight.

RADIO CRACKLES

'Hey, you in the mall.

STATIC

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

LAUGHTER AND SHOUTING > Will you guys can this shit?!

Raiders.

Could you use some company up there?

SHOUTING DROWNS OUT HIS VOICE

-Maybe we should...

-No chance.

SHOUTING D'you want to try?!

All right. Can it!

Listen. How many you got up there, anyway? There's...three of us.

-Why don't...?

-Shush.

-I think we should...

-Jesus Christ! Shut up and listen.

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

Come on. Let's go.

Let's go.

-Just three, huh?

-Holy shit!

They'll get in. They'll move the trucks.

-There's hundreds of creatures.

-That's a professional army!

They've been surviving on the road.

Well...

let's not make it easy for 'em. Come on.

-What's happening?

-There's 15 or 20.

-Stephen...

-We'll shut the gates. They'll never know we're here.

-Downstairs.

-OK.

-Got your talk box?

-Yeah.

-Keep it handy.

It's all taped up! Somebody did it for us!

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

That whole fucking thing slides open.

The whole damn side comes open! Shoot the lock!

-Let's go!

-Mouse has got the gun.

Watch out!

BELL RINGS

They're in, Flyboy.

With those bay doors open, there's going to be a thousand zombies in here. That'll take the heat off us.

These guys'll have their hands full.

Let's let 'em fight it out. Stay out of sight.

I'll meet you... at the information booth.

Don't be looking for yourself. Look for US!

Hey, Nick! ..Oh, hello!

Flyboy?

Flyboy?

Flyboy, where the hell are you?!

Come on, man. You're too slow.

Let's go.

It's ours.

We took it.

It's ours.

GUNSHOT

Someone's upstairs shooting at us!

God damn it! What the hell are you doing?

Just stay out of sight. They don't care about us.

All right, damn it. Now we've got a war!

Say goodbye, creep.

-What the hell are you going to watch?!

-I dunno.

Upstairs, come on.

Oh, you mother...

-Where'd he go?

-Down there. Come on.

I see you! Chocolate man.

Peter? Peter!

Peter!

-We gotta get out of here.

-Look, man!

I know he's in here!

He's here, man. He's here!

Let's get out of here!

Get me a bike!

You son of a bitch.

Let's get the hell out of here.

Peter?

-'Peter?'

-Where the hell are you?

-The elevator.

-Those things are all over the place. Climb up top. I'll get you at the grid.

I'm coming!

A-A-ARGH!

Flyboy? Flyboy!

(Flyboy?)

GUNSHOTS

Damn it!

He's dead.

I heard his gun. Maybe he's all right.

We'll just wait.

We'll just wait a while and see.

It's almost light. Let's go.

He hasn't answered the radio for hours.

For God's sake!

CLOCK CHIMES AND MUZAK PLAYS

-What is it?

-Stephen.

They're coming up.

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.

Come on. Get out.

Move, woman!

HELICOPTER BLADES WHIR

-How much fuel do we have?

-Not much.

All right.

CLOCK CHIMES

Subtitles by BBC Scotland - 2000

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