Ninja Zombie (1992) - full transcript

[dramatic music]

- Goddamn car,
goddamn fucking car!

I'll be lucky if I
can get out of here

with a full wallet
and a cheery ass.

[cat meows]

Where the hell's the bus stop?

Oh.

Great!

Oh my god.

Have I got money?

[dramatic music]



What?

What?

Come back, you son of a bitch!

I hope you get hemorrhoids
the size of golf balls!

Asshole!

[children shouting]

[cat meows]

[dog barking]

Oh god.

I'd give my soul for
a way outta here!

[groans] Shit!

Great, what else
can happen to me?

Hey, who are you,
what are you doing?

- Quiet!



- Shut up, man.

- Get his wallet.

- Fine then.

- Give us your money, man,
or we'll fuck you up good.

[groaning]

- It's in my wallet.

I must have dropped
it when I fell.

- [Man] That's bullshit.

Give it up or you're hamburger.

- Come on, man,
let's cut him up.

Make him all pretty
for the funeral.

- What do you think,
man, closed coffin?

- [Man] If you prefer.

After all, it's your funeral.

- You're dead.

[weapons clattering]

- Children.

- Thank you.

My name is--

- I know who you are.

Assistant Professor Orlan Sands.

- I owe you my life.

- [Man] It's a debt I
intend to collect.

[calm music]

- [sighs] There's just
something about rushing water.

- Do you have to go
to the bathroom?

- No, dummy.

It's peaceful and safe.

Like an angel protecting
you with wings of crystal.

Kinda like being back
in the womb, I guess.

- You get all that from
being on a rowboat?

- Bozo, it's kinda
romantic, don't you think?

Or dontcha?

- Uh huh, just for that,
you don't get this.

- Jack, what is it?

- Well, as long as I'm a
bozo, you'll never find out.

[laughs] Say you're sorry
and I'll give it to you.

- Okay, I'm...

Not sorry!

[laughs] Take that!

- Oh, have mercy.

Uncle, uncle!

- Ha!

New title holder, undefeated.

[Jack claps]

Oh, Jack.

They're beautiful.

Why two?

[laughs]

[crying]

For how long?

- Always.

[kissing]

[laughs]

- First, we'll call your mother.

No, wait, we better call mine
or she'll never forgive us.

Oh, and we've got to
get our pictures taken

for the newspapers.
- Yes.

- And we'll have to make
announcements made up.

Oh, we'll have to
get a good caterer.

Oh, and of course we're gonna
have to have it videotaped.

Colors!

What colors do you
see for us, Jack?

- Colors, colors.

Blue and white.

- Oh, blue and white,
get outta here.

I was thinking more along the
lines of indigo and cream.

- [laughs] What's
indigo and cream?

- Blue and white.

- Blue and white.

[laughs]

I don't care if I have to
marry you in polka dots,

leopard skin.

You know why?

- No.

- Well, if you don't, maybe
I better not marry you.

[laughs]

[ominous music]

Orlan, your timing.

- I have to talk to you.

[Jack sighs]

The guy scares me, Jack.

Big time.

- Has he made contact since?

- [Orlan] This came three
days ago after that night.

[sighs]

- It's the Red Spider cult.

I've heard of it.

Very nasty characters.

A nightmare
anthology, my friend.

Did you call the cops?

- I was too scared.

Besides, I drove by the next day

after I picked up my car
and the bodies were gone.

- What do you think
it's all about?

- I don't know.

If he wanted to eliminate me

as a witness to the two
killings, he could've done it
then.

- And this note's been the
only contact he's made since?

- Yeah, except that...

I know this sounds paranoid,

but I'd swear that someone
went through my desk

at the museum.

The drawer wasn't broken

but there were scratches
all around the lock.

- What could they
be looking for?

- I don't know.

I don't answer the
telephone anymore.

I'm afraid to go home!

Look.

- Is that thing loaded?

[laughs]

Give me that.

- You know I gotta be desperate

if I'm hauling
around one of these.

- You're gonna need it.

Someday you're gonna wake
up with a crowd around you

and I'm not gonna be
there to save you.

- What am I gonna do?

- [sighs] What's the guy's name?

[dramatic music]

- Shit!

- Spithrachne summons you.

- Get your paw off my friend.

You can tell Spittoon he's busy.

[smacks]

[water splashes]

[grunts]

[smacking]

[nunchucks whooshing]

[smacking]

[water splashing]

- Master?

- I like your style.

[Jack screaming]

Too bad it's outdated.

[water splashing]

- Master?

Master, please
accept my apology.

I fought hard in your name

but I did not know he was ninja.

- Of course, my First Leg.

You've always been my favorite.

[First Leg screaming]

I forgive you.

[gun firing]

[sighs] Your manners
are atrocious.

Soon we must talk.

[dramatic music]

- Maggie.

Maggie, wait.

I didn't get a chance
to talk to you inside.

How are you holding up?

Are you okay?

- I just saw the man I love
more than anything in the world

lying in a hard wooden box.

His skin was cold and they
had his hair parted wrong.

Jack's dead, Orlan!

Jack's dead and I'm alone!

- It'll pass, Maggie, trust me.

- How?

How can it, when he's
in every thought I have,

every place I see?

- You should savor the memories.

- Memories are all I have left!

And this.

This and his stupid motorcycle
parked in my garage!

- [Orlan] Maggie.

- It's your fault, Orlan.

You got him killed.

It should've been you in there!

- I could be next, Maggie.

[ball bouncing]

- Yeah!

- Excuse me.

I'm trying to find a
guy named Brother Banjo.

- We're in the middle of a game.

- It's really important.

- Deciding point.

- Look, can you help me or not?

- Will you shut up?

- Come on, man, miss it!

Loser buys beer!

- This is an emergency.

- Where is it?

Where is it?

I don't see it anywhere.

It's disappeared.

- I win.

See you at the bar.

How much money you got?

- What?

- How much?

- 60, $70.

- Come on, give it to me.

Come on, you gotta make
it worth my while.

This guy's really creepy
with his ravens' feathers

and voodoo grease paint.

[dramatic music]

- [Orlan] What are you doing?

- Shh.

He's coming.

Close your eyes.

Do it.

Count to five and then open 'em.

- One, two, three, four, five.

What's going on here?

Where's Brother Banjo?

- At your service.

- You?

- [laughs] What
were you expecting,

ravens' feathers and
voodoo grease paint?

[upbeat music]

- That's it.

That's everything.

Can you help me?

- Sure.

All problems solved, remember?

Damn.

[snaps]

What you need's a bodyguard.

You need someone
who can chew glass

and then smile at you.

- Jack was like that.

- Perfect.

- But I told you he's dead.

- Look, look.

Nothing gives a guy an edge
like a little death, okay?

So this dude's gonna
be one major badass.

- I don't understand
how you can--

- Look, are you in it or not?

- Okay.

- Great.

Then let's go raise some hell.

[ominous music]

Knock knock, hello
there, anybody home?

[laughs] Okay, crack it.

[laughs] Let's get him out.

Watch your, get off.

Move over.

Watch your step right there.

Here.

Right here.

Well, he's a good guy, right?

So he's gotta be
next to a cross.

And he's gotta be facing east.

Don't ask me why.

Bad duds.

- Well, what now?

- You got the ring?

Put it on.

Put it on.

As long as he wears the ring,

whoever possesses that
one controls him.

You've got it, so
you're in charge.

Now say the words I taught you

and let's get this
show on the road.

No!

Come on.

[speaking in foreign language]

- What'd I do wrong?

Damn it, I can't believe
I fell for that!

[speaking in foreign language]

What a crock of horseshit.

If Professor Couver--

[screams]

I control you.

You can't hurt me.

You've gotta do what I say.

Good.

Good, good boy, Jack, stay.

Stay.

Gotta say, you don't look
very threatening in that suit.

Now let's get you dressed.

Badass.

Let's see that again.

Up there.

[dramatic music]

Something fancier.

[thuds]

Oh god.

And you're gonna protect
me from Spithrachne's men?

[ominous music]

Get 'em!

[smacking]

- Go get him.

- Oh, no.

- Go get him.

- I'm not gonna get
him, you get him.

[screaming]

[groans]

[grunting]

[smacking]

- The Red Spider cult has
asserted your name, master.

- Greetings, Mr. Sands.

I'm sorry we couldn't
speak sooner

but you're a very difficult
man to get ahold of.

- Bastard!

What do you want?

- Stop!

You must remember, Mr.
Sands is our guest.

[smacks]

Much better.

What I want, Mr. Sands, is
something only you can give me.

No doubt you've heard of
the Urn of Prometheus?

- The urn?

But that's what the...

- Yes.

That's what your friend
Professor Couver is looking for,

isn't it?

I know he's on an archeological
expedition seeking the urn.

I also know that once he
finds it and brings it back,

it will be under heavy security

and virtually
impossible to acquire.

So what I'd like to know is

where is the excavation
taking place?

[ominous music]

Now, Mr. Sands, I hope you
will be more productive

than you have been.

I really dislike
having to use this.

Well, that's not
altogether true.

But it would save you a
great deal of bodily fluids

to just cooperate.

- Why do you want the urn?

It has no real monetary value.

What possible use
do you have for it?

- That, Mr. Sands, must
remain my secret for now.

I weary of this.

You are loyal, Mr. Sands.

May I call you Orlan?

Well, I suppose Mr.
Sands is more appropriate

under the circumstances.

Where's my Second Leg?

- He was killed in the
cemetery, master.

By one of the undead.

- Really?

I applaud your
resourcefulness, Mr. Sands.

I sometimes dabble in
the gray arts myself.

Tell me, what do you use
to control the zombibi?

Very well, Mr. Sands.

I must admit I didn't
really expect you to answer.

This quality of loyalty is
very strong in you, Mr. Sands.

I believe, however, I may
have a remedy for that.

I hope you like eggs, Mr. Sands.

My friends the red spiders
make these especially for me.

They have rather unique
quality, as you shall soon see.

I made a rhyme.

Over the teeth, over the gums,

look out stomach, here it comes!

[Orlan groaning]

Now, you control your undead
servant and I control you.

A tidy arrangement,
don't you think?

Now, this is my plan.

If you have any input,
just keep it to yourself.

[calm music]

[Maggie screams]

[gasps]

- [Maggie] Oh, Orlan.

- Hey, Maggie, it's
okay, don't cry.

- Did you see?

Did you see what
they did to Jack?

- [Orlan] What do you mean?

- Someone's dug him up.

Someone's taken Jack's body!

Who would have done that?

I don't understand.

- It'll be all right, Maggie.

Let me take you home and I'll
call the police and report it.

Don't worry, they'll find him.

- Orlan, look.

- At what?

- Someone's coming.

Maybe he knows something.

- [Orlan] I don't
think so, Maggie.

He's probably just looking
for someone's grave.

- Yeah, but maybe
he knows something.

Excuse me, excuse me!

- Look, he probably just can't
find his car or something,

that's all.

- I just want to ask him
if he knows something.

He might know everything.

- I'm sure he doesn't.

I don't think he's
gonna come any closer.

Looks to me like
he's going to stop!

I bet he was just
looking for that crypt.

Any minute now, he'll
probably go inside!

[door creaking]

Let me take you home.

- I'm glad you called, Orlan.

There's been great progress.

- I'm all ears,
Professor Couver.

- You're gonna be all smiles

when you see what
I'm bringing back.

- [Orlan] Then it's real?

You found it?

- You bet your associate degree.

It was right where
I knew it'd be.

The Urn of Prometheus.

Yeehaw!

- [Orlan] That's great.

- I knew you'd be excited.

- [Orlan] Has anything happened?

- [laughs] You
mean that business

about the urn possessing
supernatural powers?

Nah, not a peep.

Well, not that I'd know
how to work it anyway.

Didn't come with instructions.

- When are you bringing it back?

- Well, we should be back,

we have to leave
at dawn tomorrow

to meet the security
team at 6:00 a.m.

So I should--

Hello, Orlan?

Huh.

[phone ringing]

[dramatic music]

[Orlan groaning]

- Yes, master, I'm listening.

- You said always.

[crashes]

[Maggie crying]

[clattering]

- If you're going to
be of any use to me,

you've gotta fight better
than you did yesterday.

Probably just need to
crack the rigor mortis

out of those joints.

Here.

Now show me what you
can do with this.

Show me a thrust.

Pathetic.

Try again.

[stick clatters]

What is the matter with you?

You were doing better
than this yesterday.

I wonder what Maggie
ever saw in you.

Okay, tough guy.

Let's see what you can do.

[upbeat music]

♪ Behave yourself ♪

♪ Behave yourself ♪

- Let's see how
good your aim is.

Hey, careful with that!

Now let's see if you can hit
those bottles I've set up.

[gun firing]

NRA poster child.

[Jack growls]
[bottles smashing]

Touche.

Just in time too.

Let's go.

[screaming]

- Help, I'm being attacked!

- What the hell?

[guns firing]

[smacking]

- My god, there's no blood.

- [Orlan] Let go of him!

- Orlan, you.

Why are you doing this?

- Go for the urn!

Professor, I'm sorry.

I can't tell you the
reason for this.

I can only--

[pottery shattering]

What are you doing?

Give me that.

Now bring me the urn!

[smacking]

- Orlan, stop this!

- I'm sorry, Professor.

I must have the urn.

But don't worry, nothing
will happen to you.

- Forget about me!

What about the urn?

If it does possess
mystic powers,

you can't just drop it
into the wrong hands!

- No!

- The Red Spiders
have been successful.

- We should leave before
we're discovered.

- No!

You can't have this.

I'm not going to give it to him.

[groaning]

Get them.

Kill them.

[smacking]

[bone snaps]

[smacking]

[bodies thud]

Jack!

It's the spider eggs.

Spithrachne made
me swallow them.

I've got to get them
out of my stomach.

Help me.

Wait a minute.

What are you doing?

[gagging]

God, shit!

You may not be able to
understand, but thank you.

I don't know what
this thing does

but we can't let
Spithrachne have it.

I've got to hide it somewhere.

Wait, I've got it.

You hide it.

And don't let me
know where it is.

That way, it's sure to be safe.

- What?

- The Red Spiders have
succeeded in your name, master.

We retrieved the urn

but it was stolen from us.

- Who would dare?

- It was your servant, Sands.

And his creature.

[Spithrachne screams]

- So he has shrugged
off my control.

I have other means
to subjugate him.

[bell ringing]

[dramatic music]

You, my Eighth Leg,
are my last hope.

You have never failed me.

Bring Mr. Sands to me.

If he resists, feel
free to hurt him.

One more thing.

Make sure he resists.

Hope I haven't kept you waiting.

- A half hour, but it's your
money, so what the hell?

And speaking of which.

- [Spithrachne] Oh!

How foolish of me.

I trust that's sufficient?

- Sufficient?

Honey, I'm yours,
bought and paid for.

- [Spithrachne] How nice.

- Is this what you want?

You're really getting
me hot, baby.

That tattoo is really
turning me on.

Take me, Spiderman.

[flesh squelching]

[screaming]

[calm music]

- How are you feeling?

- Better.

Although I'd give anything
to know what happened.

I mean, why was his grave
filled in the next day?

Who could have done it?

Why would anybody--

- Shh.

Let's not get started again.

- You're right.

Would you pass me the jam?

Thank you.

I still love him.

- You've gotta go on, Maggie.

- Do you miss him?

- Well, Maggie,

sometimes I feel like
he's never left.

- [Maggie] I know what you mean.

Sometimes I feel like he's
standing right behind me.

- Men's room!

- [Maggie] What?

- Uh, I've gotta go
to the men's room.

[water running]

[dramatic music]

[Orlan groaning]

Jack!

Help me!

[smacking]

And you can tell Spiderpuss

that the next time one
of you goons attacks me,

I'll destroy the urn.

I'm not kidding.

Now beat it!

- You're sure you saw him
control the zombibi with this?

And the woman was unaware
of its presence and yours?

Mr. Sands has been
full of surprises

throughout this
little undertaking.

I would be remiss if I
did not return the favor.

Can't have him thinking me
to be unimaginative, can we?

Cracker Jack prize.

Doesn't do a thing for me.

Now, this is what we must do.

- [Orlan] Like my new car?

- A lot better
than your old one.

I had a nice time, Orlan, we
should do this more often.

- [Orlan] Yeah, it was fun.

- I want to apologize
about that day.

I shouldn't have
said those things.

- It's okay, I know,
you'll get over it.

- I don't wanna get over it!

Look, I know I have
to, it's just...

It's just that sometimes I
feel like he's right behind me,

like I could just reach
out and touch him.

- I miss him too, Maggie,
but now, look, he's gone

and there's only us.

[ominous music]

We've gotta keep going.

He'd want us to.

He'd want us to keep
going together.

- Orlan, don't!

I still love him.

[engine revving]

[Jack screaming]

- [sighs] Oh, it's you.

Get over there and
help me, will you?

I can't imagine where
that damn ring's gone to.

It's gotta be around
here somewhere.

Hey, watch out what
you're doing, will ya?

Hey, spread out, get busy.

You know what you're
supposed to do.

It's not in there.

[groans]

The hell do you think you're--

[fist smacks]

I get the message.

- Fine, my undead
friend, wonderful!

You have performed well.

However, I have no
further need of you,

so you may go on to your
just reward now by [sighs],

let's see, take a long
walk off a short pier.

[water splashing]

Mr. Sands!

It's so nice to see you again.

I'm extremely pleased
you could be here

on this very special occasion.

- What special occasion?

- It's my birthday!

- Birthday?

- Yeah, and I'm so
happy you could be here.

After all, you're like
one of the family.

- You should've said something.

I didn't get you a gift.

I'll just run down to K-Mart,
I'll only be gone a second.

- The thought is appreciated

but you already have my gift.

Where is the Urn of Prometheus?

[dramatic music]

You know, you're
the first person

I've ever let sit in this chair.

An extremely rare
privilege but I don't know,

you're kinda special.

Oh, don't fret, plenty
more where that came from.

In fact, maybe I'll put
one on for every year.

It is my birthday.

- [Orlan] How old are you?

[Spithrachne mimics mumbling]

- [laughs] 317.

[Orlan screams]

Will you tell me
where the urn is?

[Orlan sighs]

- Untie my hands.

- Where is the urn?

- Untie my hands
and I'll tell you.

- Tell me and I'll
untie your hands.

- No, you won't.

- You're probably right.

All right, I'll untie them.

But fuck with me,

it's lights out.

See, you've made me so
upset I said the F word.

Untie this.

- Hurry up!

Please.

[groaning]

- Now, for the last
time, where is the urn?

- I don't have it anymore.

I gave it to someone.

- [Spithrachne] Who?

- Jack.

- [Spithrachne] The zombibi?

- Zombie, yeah.

- I don't believe you.

- [Orlan] It's true.

- You know, it's
really irritating

to be thought of as a fool.

You knew I control the zombibi.

Why would you have
given it the urn

when it would have
been child's play

for me to retrieve it from him?

- Gave it to him before
you got the ring.

- I see.

What did he do with it?

- I don't know, I told him
to hide it someplace secret,

someplace where I
couldn't see it.

- So only the undead man
knows where it is, huh?

Victory is finally close.

I shall lure the zombibi here,

and it will bring me
the Urn of Prometheus,

and I shall be whole once more!

The knowledge and
powers I possess,

humans will fall one
by one under my control

until the entire
race acknowledges me

as its supreme being!

[grunting]

[ring clatters]

You have just sealed your fate.

[ominous music]

[Maggie screams]

- Boo.

- [Orlan] You bastard!

- [Spithrachne] Sticks
and stones, Mr. Sands.

- If I had a stick, I'd
shove it up your ass.

- I'll let you loose
if you'd like to try.

No?

Pity.

[nunchucks whooshing]

Sure you won't change your mind?

Now, I will find the ring

and order your dead friend
to bring me the urn.

- It won't work.

- Why not?

- I commanded him to
bring it only to me.

He won't obey your order.

- Then you order him
to bring it here.

- No.

Forget it.

- Shall I have to force you, Mr.
Sands?

- Go ahead, just try.

I can take anything
you could dish out.

- [laughs] You're a
walking cliche, Mr. Sands.

And consequently boring as hell.

I wasn't referring
to you at all.

[bell ringing]

- Maggie!

- Orlan?

- I see you two know each other.

Splendid.

Allow me to introduce myself.

I'm Spithrachne, leader
of the Red Spider cult.

This fellow who
escorted you here,

rather roughly I admit,

is the last surviving member
of my team of assassins.

And this is a red hot poker.

I'm sure we'll all
have a wonderful time.

- We're gonna have an absolutely
wonderful time here, Helen.

- Oh, yes.

Lots of sunshine,
lots of nature.

And just smell that
wonderful air.

[sighs]

- But I don't know why you had
to bring that thing with you.

- I told you I wanted
to watch the movie.

Oh, that reminds me.

[ominous music]

- I think they should
make October 21st

the day the time changes.

- What are you talking about?

- Well, look, it's eight
o'clock and it's dark already.

- October 21st is the
day the time changes.

Why don't you try taking
your sunglasses off?

- Oh.

- You know, we
drive three hours,

three hours to get out here
to stand on someone's grave.

To stand there and
say we remember.

I mean, I don't even remember
what Father looks like.

- We're out here to see Mother.

- Mother's alive.

- So is Father.

- Oh.

- Look, why don't we
just get out and do this?

- Do you have any
of that candy left?

- We didn't bring any candy.

- Be that way.

- I'm getting too old
for these kind of shows.

They make me nervous.

- Oh, shut up and
hand me a cold one.

[Orlan screaming]

- Stop it!

Stop it, stop it!

- I'd love to, my dear,

but he refuses to help
me with my problem.

You don't think I actually enjoy
this sort of thing, do you?

[Orlan screams]

[Maggie screams]

Could put an end to
his suffering, my dear,

if only you could
convince him to help me.

- Orlan.

Orlan, whatever it is he
wants you to do, please do it.

- Well?

[laughs] I really
appreciate your stamina.

One rarely finds such a quality.

[Orlan screams]

Where is the urn?

I want the urn.

Give me the goddamn urn!

[slow music]

- Please.

Jack!

Somebody please help us!

[water splashing]

- Give it to me.

Now give it to me, you bitch!

- No!

Jack!

- Your lover's dead.

I killed him.

I'm sorry, but nothing
can save you now.

Put it on.

- No.

- Put it on and order your dead
friend to bring me the urn.

- I don't care if you
hurt me anymore.

I won't do it.

- I think it's time to
take a new approach.

- [Woman] How you can
watch these things.

- [Woman] I can't
with you talking.

- [Woman] But the whole
concept is ridiculous.

Dead people coming back alive?

- [Woman] Oh, shh.

- [Johnny] This place
is the really scary bit.

- [Bobby] Stop it, Johnny.

- [Johnny] You're still
scared, aren't you?

- [Bobby] You're so ignorant.

- [Johnny] They're
coming to get you, Bobby.

They're coming to get you.

Look, there's one of
'em this very minute.

- [Bobby] You're being childish.

- [Johnny] He's dark, grizzly,
just like a Republican.

I'm getting out of here.

- [Bobby] Johnny!

- [Narrator] We'll return
to Night of the Raging Dead

after these messages.

[scary music]

[women screaming]

- [Spithrachne] Last chance.

- Do your worst.

- I intend to.

[motorcycle rumbling]

- Wait.

Wait a minute.

Okay.

You win.

I'll do whatever you want.

- Too late!

It's playtime.

- Stop.

You son of a bitch.

Don't you touch her!

- I hope you fry in hell.

- I don't burn easily.

[motorcycle rumbling]

What the fuck is that?

[dramatic music]

- Jack.

- Jack?

[bangs]

[Spithrachne screams]

- Stop!

Where is the Urn of Prometheus?

[squelching]

Worthless pottery.

But fill it with water
and drink from it

and dead flesh renews.

Pick up that gun.

This is a wonderful
moment for me.

The urn, its power, and a slave

who will obey my every command.

Time to sever the
ties that bind.

Shoot the woman.

- Jack, it's me, Maggie.

It's Maggie, Jack.

Don't you recognize me?

- Obey me.

Shoot her.

Do as I say, shoot her!

Shoot her.

Shoot her, shoot her!

- I love you, Jack.

- Goddamn you.

I control you.

Kill her!

Kill her!

- Always.

[clatters]

[spits]

- You fucker.

Let's see if you can survive

being sliced into 1,000 ribbons.

[dramatic music]

[swords clashing]

[Jack screaming]

[fists smacking]

[swords clashing]

[flesh squelching]

- What the?

He's a zombie too.

[Spithrachne crying]

- Jack?

I knew.

Somehow I just knew.

Jack, I--

[shouts]

I never stopped loving you.

Don't ever stop loving me.

- Jack!

Jack, the urn.

Jack, stop Spithrachne
from reaching the urn.

- You're too late.

[laughs] The power's mine!

[gun clatters]

- Jack, pick up the gun.

Pick up the gun, Jack.

- Fool!

You destroy the only thing

that could bring
her back to life?

- Jack, you can't let
him use the urn.

- Not just her.

Yourself too.

Your skin could be warm again,

her lips moist once more.

You could lead normal lives,
be human beings again!

Only follow me.

[gun fires]

[water dripping]

- Look at his hand.

- It's alive.

My hand is alive!

I can actually feel the urn,

the smooth clay in my palm.

Cool water dripping
from my fingers.

I can feel.

I can feel.

[screams]

Pain!

Like fire burning
through my wrist!

My hand's alive but
my arm is still dead!

Oh, living flesh cannot
coexist with death [mumbles].

[screaming]

[fire crackling]

- Revenge.

- Jack.

Jack!

[calm music]

- Always.

[dramatic music]

- I had this dream.

I died.

It wasn't a dream, was it?

- Hey, Jack.

Hey.

You think you could
get me outta here?

Jack, hey!

Could somebody let me loose?

Hey, Jack, hey!

[triumphant music]

[door bangs]

[upbeat music]

♪ Look out ♪

♪ Let's get it, boy ♪

♪ I love that voodoo
thing that you do ♪

♪ It keeps me alive ♪

♪ Rattle those bones
till I feel brand new ♪

♪ I cannot die ♪

♪ Screams in the night ♪

♪ You hurt with the
spider's web ♪

♪ Try as you might ♪

♪ You know it's
caught you instead ♪

♪ I'm back from the dead ♪

♪ A kick in the head won't
stop the ninja zombie ♪

♪ No room in the tomb ♪

♪ I'll punch out the moon ♪

♪ Can't keep me in the
cold, cold ground ♪

[man groaning]

♪ My blood is cold as ice
but it don't get in my way ♪

♪ Like a lamb led
to the slaughter ♪

♪ I'll make you pay ♪

♪ I can't let go ♪

♪ I still need the
love she gave ♪

♪ How could she know ♪

♪ That I had come
back from the grave ♪

♪ I'm back from the dead ♪

♪ A kick in the head won't
stop the ninja zombie ♪

♪ No room in the tomb ♪

♪ I'll punch out the moon ♪

♪ Can't keep me in
the cold ground ♪

♪ I'm back from the dead ♪

♪ A kick in the head won't
stop the ninja zombie ♪

♪ No room in the tomb ♪

♪ I'll punch out the moon ♪

♪ Can't keep me in the
cold, cold ground ♪

[man screaming]

♪ Screams in the night ♪

♪ You hurt with the
spider's web ♪

♪ Try as you might ♪

♪ You know it's
caught you instead ♪

♪ I'm back from the dead ♪

♪ A kick in the head won't
stop the ninja zombie ♪

♪ No room in the tomb ♪

♪ I'll punch out the moon ♪

♪ Can't keep me in
the cold ground ♪

♪ I'm back from the dead ♪

♪ A kick in the head won't
stop the ninja zombie ♪

♪ No room in the tomb ♪

♪ I'll punch out the moon ♪

♪ Can't keep me in the
cold, cold ground ♪