Return of the Living Dead II (1988) - full transcript

["Space Hopper"
by Julian Cope playing]

[rock music playing]

Hey, come on, off the equipment.

- I tell you 100 times a day...
- Okay.

...to stay out of here.
Now, get out. Come on. Come on.

Damn.

All right.

Good. Now you get to be
a member of the club.

That's okay,
I'm not the joiner type.

You wouldn't want a guy like me.

We already voted. You're in.



What do you know.

Do you want to see
the clubhouse?

Uh... I've got homework.
My sister...

Too scared?

Me, scared? [chuckles]

[sighs]

[footsteps]

[iron gate creaking]

Well, what do you think?

Oh, uh, a little old-fashioned
for my taste.

Burial, I mean.

I'm more into stuff like,
you know, cremation.

We scatter the ashes
out of the plane,

throw them in the ocean, have
your favorite music playing.



Okay, okay. Come on.

[Billy] There it is.

That's the clubhouse?

- Wanna make something of it?
- No, it's great.

Okay then, come on.

[Jesse] Hey, wait a second.

- Who's buried in here?
- Come on, I'll show you inside.

Uh, I really gotta get back.
My sister...

We got a meeting.

- Thought you weren't scared.
- That was before.

Initiation time.

[grunting]

[Johnny] Hey, look at this.

[Billy and Jesse grunting]

Jeez.

[Johnny] What do you think?

- Don't know. Might be supplies.
- What kind of?

[Billy] I don't know.
Ammo, maybe, combat stuff.

Hey, check this out.

I don't think you should
play around with that.

Shut up, wimp.

- Finders keepers, right?
- Yeah.

[Johnny and Billy grunting]

Hey.

[hissing]

[all gasp]

[all scream]

It's the Army! The real one!

This is serious!
You gotta call that number...!

You're not gonna tell anyone
about this, see?

Know why?

[Jesse] Let me out!

[Billy] Because you won't
be able to.

[Jesse] Let me out!

[gasps]

Ah, here we are.

Oh, creep me out!

Joey, are you sure
that you wanna do this?

Guy offered me 100
for a night's work.

I can't turn that down, can I?

[crow calls in the distance]

Grab the bag, will you, kid?

You gonna be in there all night
or what?

A couple of hours, tops.
You wait here.

Gee, that sounds
really exciting.

Take it easy, baby. No sweat.

I don't wanna
take it easy, Joey.

I wanna go out and have fun.
So will you just hurry up?

Okay.

[sighs]

And will you be careful too,
please?

Goddamn mushy stuff.

[Joey] Come on.

[bird cawing]

What if somebody wants
to know what we're doing?

Tell them you're a gravedigger.
You'll be telling the truth.

Only difference is, we're
the kind that takes them out

instead of putting them in, see?
[laughs]

Jesus, Ed.

What do you do with them?

There are all sorts
of crazies out there.

They want the skulls
from interred bodies.

That's the key, see?
They gotta have been interred.

Nobody wants skulls
that haven't been buried.

How are they gonna know
the difference?

It'd be dishonest to give them
skulls that weren't buried.

Jesus.

[grunts]

Whoa.

[cracking sound]

[screams]

[gasps]

You're okay. Okay, just a little
decayed matter.

Nothing to get unhinged about.

Oh, shit!

[Ed talking indistinctly]

Lousy kids are always poking
around in my gardens.

Stay cool.

- Look at that.
- Oh, what the hell?

[gasps]

Hey, kid,
I catch you in here again,

I kick your ass
and then I call the police!

Guess I've just got a way
with kids, huh? [laughs]

Aw, what a shame.

It's not even ripe.

Damn kids, they have no respect
for the dead.

- Makes you sick, doesn't it?
- [in a brittle voice] Yeah.

- Uh, let's get started.
- [in a brittle voice] Yeah.

[workers chattering]

- [dance music playing]
- Now, take it to the side.

It's one, two, three.
Now pushing the walls.

Keep them apart.
Don't let them come in.

Four, three, two,
now to the front.

And swinging those arms.

Standing tall
is four, three, two.

Now to the side again, press.
Press...

Hey, Jesse, you see that?

Mom says you follow those rules
or it's my butt.

You follow those rules
or it's your butt.

First one says, "homework."
Don't go out until you finish.

Now, get going.

[woman on TV] Do that again.
To the side, it's...

[water running]

[beeping slowly]

[beeping rapidly]

[steady beep]

[gasps]

[coughing]

[thunderclap]

[Ed] That's a good boy.

You got it.

[Joey] Ooh.

[groans]

Not bad.

Nice bit of rump
in her time, huh?

Looks choice.

Throw me the bag, will you?

[thunderclap]

Well, open it,
like you do in the store.

[laughs]

[thunderclap]

Kiss, kiss. [laughs]

Now you know what a bagman is.

That's it. I don't need
the money. I'm out of here.

Aw, come off it.
Who's gonna know? Her? [laughs]

Besides...

I'll bet that girlfriend
of yours

would sure like this.

Huh?

Huh?

Yeah.

What is that stuff?

Swamp gas.

Makes my skin feel
like slimy ice or something.

Come on.
Let's get this one up here.

"1957."

Perfect.

[thunderclap]

[Billy and Johnny coughing]

[indistinct chatter]

Jesus Christ, not again.

[Lucy] Listen, I've gotta have
this cake ready

for Home Ec in the morning.

How the hell do you
separate a white from a yolk?

- This whole thing is so stupid.
- [doorbell rings]

Hold on a sec, it's the door.

Coming!

Oh. Hi, I'm with Cable TV.
I have an installation order.

You were supposed to be here,
like, three hours ago.

Yeah, well, I'm... This is all
really new around here.

I got sort of lost.

Wait a minute.
Aren't you, uh...?

- Don't you go to Central?
- So? Big deal.

Yeah. I went there, you know.

I graduated last year.

Maybe you remember me,
Tom Essex.

Student council.
Swim team, almost.

- [Tom chuckles]
- No. No, I don't remember you.

Um, TV's in here.

[doorbell rings]

I've gotta see Billy, please.

He's not feeling well.
I put him to bed.

- But I've got his homework.
- Well, you can give it to me.

No. I mean, I've got to show it
to him, or he won't understand!

All right,
but just for a few minutes.

Billy?

What do you want?
[coughs]

What happened? What did you...?

Below normal. Are you keeping
this under your tongue?

You do feel cold. I told you
not to run around in the rain.

You opened that thing,
didn't you?

Say anything about this
and your ass is grass.

[Billy's mom] Jesse,
that's all now.

You shut up about this, or else.

[low growl]

Brains!

Brains!

I want your brains.

[gasping]

Brains.

Brains.

[Jesse grunts]

[gasping]

[grunts]

Ah.

Joey?

Okay. Okay.

[zombie howls]

- Do you hear that?
- Sit down and have a sandwich.

- The missus made them.
- No, I think I'll pass.

[coughing]

You're right. There's a chill
in the air tonight.

Fifty-eight years old,

can't be too careful
in this weather.

Yeah, you'll end up
in one of those.

Uh-uh, not me, you'll never
find me in one of these.

I'm gonna get me cremated.

[scoffs] You're afraid
that some old creep like you

is gonna come along
and steal your head.

Watch your tongue, boy,
if you like this job.

Like this job?!

Like this job?

Joey?

[groaning]

Okay. Okay, that is it.

I am out of here.

[moans]

Oh, shit. Shit.

Okay, okay.

Um, the van, you can take
the van, it's right over there.

Fuck this.

[screams]

[groans]

[screams]

[Ed coughs]

Should have taken
the chicken soup.

Holy Jesus, Ed!

[gasps]

[faint groan]

[choking]

[Ed] Holy Mother of God!

Ed? Ed!

Is there something
I should know?

You're supposed to be dead!

Holy shit!
This is big fucking trouble!

[both whimpering]

[Ed] Move. Move!

[growling]

[all moaning]

[screams]

Joey! Joey, kill it! Shit!

[both screaming]

Joey! Joey, wait for me!

- Joey! Joey!
- Come on! Come on!

Joey, get him!

Brains!

Brains!

We gotta get Brenda, man.
She's alone.

- Brenda? What about me?
- You selfish jerk.

Oh, I am, I am. Oh, Lord,
forgive me. They're dead.

I thought you were finished
with them.

I've got a feeling
He's not listening right now.

We gotta handle this thing,
whatever it is.

But first we gotta get Brenda.
Come on!

- No, not that way! The road!
- Yeah, go!

Joey! [sobs]

How are you? Are you okay?

I'm okay. I'm okay.
What did you do?

He didn't do anything!
It's me they're after!

It's my sins.

- Hail Mary, full of grace...
- Quit doing that!

- Help! The Lord is with me.
- [Brenda] Shut up!

Save this sinner, please.

- There's lights over there.
- [Ed screams]

Brains.

[screams]

Out there!

Lucy, in the cemetery!

This hand came out of the ground
and tried to grab me.

- I didn't know what to do!
- Upstairs, mister.

In a drum, big, slimy...

We've gotta call the Army!
It's for real!

- Great imagination.
- Let's go, right now.

[Jesse] You've gotta believe me.

Look, I don't want any more
trouble out of you, mister.

Let me at least call Mom.

Do not try to leave this room,
do you understand?

[Jesse] Hey, what are you doing
out there?

Damn.

I can't go any faster!

Please, slow down!

Please, stop! Please!
[screams]

Wait for me! No, don't leave me!

Please!

Hey, one move
and you're dead meat!

Oh, please don't shoot!

No, go ahead and do it!
I deserve to die!

Mister, call the police
or the fire department

or the SWAT team or anybody,
but do it now.

- [zombies growl]
- [screaming]

What was that?

Where do you think you're going?

Mister, get your family
out of here, now!

Okay. Okay.
Mildred, get in here.

[beeping]

Jesse?!

Jesse?!

Jesse?!

Jesse?!

You've gone too far this time.
Now, open this door!

Jesse, you let me in there
this minute!

If you don't open this door,
I am gonna come in and kill you!

- [man] This is Section Four.
- Is this the Army?

That does it,
I am gonna tell Mom

and you are gonna be grounded
for a month!

Well, don't just stand there,
do something!

- This might chip the paint.
- Do it.

[woman] Go ahead, please.

Uh, is this where you should
call about one of those drums?

- Yes. Your name, please?
- Jesse Wilson.

Hold the line, Mr. Wilson,
your call is being transferred.

All right!

[groans]

Hurry up.

It's for the colonel.

- Excuse me, sir. It's for you.
- Thank you.

- Come on, baby, let's go.
- Oh, but that's stealing.

- [zombies moan]
- Oh, but that's okay.

Come on!

[coughs]

- Are you okay?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

Get started, will you?!

Hey! Hey!

[Tom] What the hell's going on?!

Oh, man!

- Which way?
- Left!

No, right!

Hello?

Hello, this is Glover.

Hello?

- Hello, Glover here. Hello.
- [static]

Damn!

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.
Oh, my God!

Look what you made him do!

Now he's killed someone,
and it's all your fault,

You... you schmuck!

- [sobbing] I know!
- Stop it! Stop it!

[Brenda] I can't believe it!

[Ed] Oh, dear Lord, help me.

[growling]

[screams]

Oh, my God!
Did you see what I think I saw?

Yeah!

- [Brenda screams]
- [zombies growling]

[Joey and Ed scream]

Hey, you guys!

Did somebody get hurt?

- No.
- Yes.

Wait right here.
I'm gonna call an ambulance.

Wait here? [screams]

I'm gonna tell everything!

Jesse, you get back here!

Once I get a hold of you,
I am gonna kill you!

- Let me go.
- I gotta call for help.

- The phone's dead.
- You've gotta help us.

- [Joey] This is serious.
- [Brenda] We're not kidding!

Miss, you gotta help us!

Let go of me!
Get out or I'll call the police!

No, you gotta help!
You got a gun in this place?

A gun? Get out of here!

Phone's dead.
Hey, get your hands off of her!

You don't understand!

I understand. Out there,
that's hit-and-run, pal!

- No, they're dead!
- I know! You guys...

- Already dead!
- Trust me, dead, dead, dead.

- Dead! Dead! Dead!
- [Brenda] Yeah!

We gotta get to a phone!

That's right! He's right!

Him, right? You've got no idea.

Wait, wait, wait!
Oh, Jesus.

- Joey?
- I don't feel so good.

[Brenda] Joey?

Oh, Jesus!
[sobbing]

Oh no!

Oh!

No!

What is it?

Oh, God!

[Lucy screams]

Oh, God! Oh, Jesus!

Oh, my God!

[screaming]
Oh, you son of a bitch!

You bastard!

Oh, shit! Oh, God!

Oh, get rid of it, please!
Get rid of it!

[Ed] Oh, shit! Oh, God!
Oh, Mother of Mercy!

- Oh, mama, mama.
- [Joey] Get it out of here!

[screaming]

Get that damn screwdriver
out of my head!

We've gotta get out of here,
get to a phone.

Joey, baby, it's okay.
We're gonna...

I don't know
what we're gonna, but...

[all scream]

[moaning]

Help! Help!

- [Jesse] Help!
- Jesse. Jesse!

- Help!
- Jesse?

Help! Help him!

[zombie growling]

Oh, God!

We gotta get out of here.

- We gotta get out of here!
- We gotta get out of here.

We know, dummy! We need a car!

Doc Mandel, he's got a car!

He's got a phone,
we can make a...

- Where is this guy?
- Two houses over.

- [glass shatters]
- [Brenda screams]

It's all clear.

Show us the way!

[hysterical sobbing]

What?!

I knew we should have
gone dancing!

I'll take care of you, baby!

Get her out of here, now!

[loud crash]

[growling]

Oh, shit!

Oh, God! Get off of me!

- [dance music playing]
- [woman gives aerobics steps]

Three, now to the front.
It's one, two, three, again.

It's a one, two, three and
single kick. Okay, up front. Up.

Up and side, side, reach up, up.

[woman continues
giving aerobics steps]

Hurry! Hurry!

[zombies moaning]

This way. Come on.

Do you wanna die?

They seem to like brains, so
maybe they'll leave you alone.

- Shut up.
- Come on!

[Ed sobbing]

I told you, no more prayers.

It's not that. I don't feel
so hot. Let me rest.

Rest? He wants to rest!

Joey, he's the dumbest guy
you've ever worked with

in your whole entire life!

- [screams]
- Rest? You can't rest now.

We're almost there.

- Come on.
- Come on!

- Brains.
- Oh, no!

[Lucy] Oh, no.

Come on.

Come on! We're almost there!

It's right here! Come on!

[moans faintly]

George?

George, go get Dr. Mandel!

[gasping]

[zombies moaning]

George!

George?

- [locks door]
- [gasps]

[panting]

Oh, Billy!

[sobbing]

[crunching]

Doc Mandel, open up!

Oh, it's you.

Why aren't you out
playing in the traffic?

How'd you get in here?
What seems to be the problem?

Where are the keys
to your car?

Why, are we going somewhere?

[object smashing]

[screaming]

There seem to be hooligans
terrorizing the neighborhood.

- I...
- No, it's the dead.

They've come back to life!

The dead. Dead what?

People! We need your car!

Sounds like you need a hearse.

We don't have time for this.

Well...

I'm sorry, sir. We've gotta get
the keys to your car, right now!

Must be an emergency, huh?

No, duh!

Oh, well.

Oh, I'm sorry, my boy,
but this car is cherry.

Uh, no one drives the princess
but me.

Just move it.

[zombie howls]

[car engine turning over]

Oh, my God.

It's, um...
Harvey, Harvey Kramer!

Harvey, it's me. Remember me?

Harvey, it wasn't my fault.
We ran out of type O.

[screaming]

It's coming!

- Cherry, huh?
- Well, almost cherry.

- [engine starts]
- Go!

The door! The door!

It won't go!

- Go!
- Go!

- Forget it!
- No, you wouldn't...

["Flesh to Flesh"
by Joe Lamont playing]

Hey, you, bull-face,
get off the car!

- Oh, God!
- Oh, God! Oh, what do we do?

[groans]

Thirty years
I've owned this auto.

And I've never
put a scratch on it.

- Give me that wheel!
- Come on!

Come on, doctor!

[moaning]

Oh, he's not gonna throw up
in here now, is he?

What's going on here?
Out the window.

Open the window.
Push the button.

Out the win...
I just had this car waxed.

- [growling]
- [screams]

Now there's a body
on the car!

[Ed and Brenda screaming]

Jesus, get it out of here!

[all screaming]

I don't think it's anything
to get excited about.

It's only a severed hand.

Now, don't get so excited.

- Whoa! Whoa! Help me!
- Get it out of here!

Roll down the window!

- Joey?
- What?

We gotta get to a hospital!

It's all your fault,
you cheese dip.

You just stay away from me!

Where's the emergency room?

No! We gotta go
to the police station.

- They'll know what to do.
- Will you just shut up?!

God!

I think something is not right
with those guys.

I feel so...
I just got this feeling.

Yeah, me too.

No, it's like
we've been here before.

It's like a dream,
this whole thing.

You, me, them.

Anybody here?

Dead.

Don't say that word.

Why? Damn it, why?
Where'd they all go?

Hello? Where is everybody?

When are you guys
going to wake up?

Nobody can help us except...

Trained physician,
such as myself.

Hold this, my son.
Thank you very much.

Ah, yes. Yes, yes.

What?

When did you two have
your last bowel movement, hmm?

Do you happen to know
what a catheter is?

They gotta have police here,
emergency stuff,

somebody somewhere.

- I'll take a look around town.
- Not without me.

You stay put.

No way. I saw it,
I'm the one who knows stuff.

- Kid's got a point.
- That'll be the day.

Cut it out, you two.

If we're going, let's go.
We'll be a team.

Teams suck.

Say, "Ah."

Ah.

[muffled voice]

Mm-hmm.

Hmm.

Mm. Hmm.

- What is it? What's wrong?
- Is he gonna be okay?

Let's look at the tongue,
all right?

[chuckles]

Oh, my God.

What? What is it?

We're going to do a biopsy.

Is it cancer?

If we're lucky.

No!

You notice something funny?

[Lucy] Yeah, like no people.

[Tom] Yeah, like that.

Come on, kid.

Oh, thank God!

Hey! Hey!

Hey, over here!

- Over here!
- [zombie] Hey, fresh brains!

Oh, no.

Oh, God. Get in the car.

[engine turning over]

- [engine continues turning over]
- I don't believe this.

Goddamn car!

[screams]

Come on! Come on!

[engine starts]

Come on!

Great, I'm not even
out of grade school,

and I'm already gonna die.

Gramps. There's Gramps' street.

We should go back
and get the others.

No, there, turn down there.

Look! There are lights on.

- Wait a second. Hold on...
- Gramps? Gramps?

Grandpa?

- [Lucy] Where is he?
- [glass shattering]

You know how to, uh...
use one of those?

You do know how
to pull a trigger, don't you?

Sure. Do you?

She's junior-class champion
for the whole state.

- Here's yours.
- Oh, terrific, great.

What can I shoot
with this, mice?

Look, those things out there,
they're ugly,

and they're dirty and dumb.

And I don't care
if they are dead.

I hate them. There's no way
they're touching me.

Great.

Make my night.

[both moan]

You've gotta help me!

Look, we gotta get moving.
Those things are all over town.

[groans]

Um, would you come here, please?

You will also notice there
is no pupillary response...

no, uh, reflexes...

obvious lividity.

Suggesting chronic,
intractable rigor mortis.

- Is it serious?
- Is "dead" serious?

But they can talk.

[Joey] Oh, God, it hurts.

I can't move my arms or legs.

See? Now, do you call this dead?
They are not dead, you jerk!

Noticed he's not breathing?
Care to check his heartbeat?

It hurts.

In my opinion, I think
they should be contained.

Contained?

- Bagged.
- Bagged?

Bagged.

[sobbing] Oh, really?

[elevator door dings]

[static]

[echoing over loudspeaker]
Hello? Hello?

[thudding]

[sniffing]

[screams]

Brains!

Okay, you motherfucker.

- [gunfire]
- [grunts]

What was that?

[zombie groans]

Shoot it!

[gun clicks]

[gasps]

- [Jesse groans]
- [gun clicks]

Oh, God!

[zombie howls]

[choking]

Come on!

[howls]

Oh, no!

[sobbing]

Oh, no.
You don't want to do that.

You were gonna leave him,
you quack!

Some doctor! We're gonna go find
a real one! Come on, baby.

- You're making a big mistake.
- Shut up!

No, you can't leave me here.

No, no, no. You don't wanna...

You did.

[moans]

[Joey moaning]

[Ed grunting]

- Get out of here.
- No!

Oh, shit.

["Bad Case of Loving You"
by Robert Palmer playing]

Hey!

Hey!

They wouldn't steal my...
They... They did.

Damn it.

All right!

Don't you worry, babe.

I'm gonna get you help.

Professionals. The best.

[moaning]

Will you shut up?

- [moaning]
- Shut up!

I'm telling you, Serge,
we cleared out the town.

We should be way over here.

Lady, don't come any closer.

- I gotta get a doctor. No!
- [soldier] Are you sick?

What is wrong with you?
I need help, for Christ's sake.

Forget it, lady.
Nobody gets out of this town.

[Brenda] Why not?

Plague.

Plague? This is no plague.
They're dead!

I mean, not, like,
"for real" dead,

but, like, "sick" dead,
you know?

Like, when you check them out,
there's nothing going on inside!

[gasping]

Okay, Serge, let's push along,
don't you think?

Yeah, let's move out, boys.

No!

Wait, no, I can explain.
I can explain. Please.

It's okay, lady. We'll send
the medics, all right?

- Promise?
- Yeah.

- [crunching]
- [soldier screams]

Ed! Ed, quit it!

- [Brenda] Ed?
- Goddamn!

[Brenda screams]

- Leave him, he's dead.
- [grunts]

Get up here, now!

Okay, Serge. I'm coming.

I'm coming.

[low growl]

Take it easy, Ed.

Trust me, okay?

I'll be right back.

[low whine]

[growling]

- [zombies growling]
- [animal sounds]

- [Jesse] Let's go up Weyburn.
- [Lucy] No, Wichman's faster.

And brighter.

Let's just get out of here.

Son of a bitch!

[dog whimpers]

[dog barking]

What are you doing?

I know, they're dead. I don't
care. I'll kill it anyway.

- Ooh.
- Oh, my God.

One for the good guys.

- [siren blares]
- Brilliant.

Brilliant.

Brains.

Brains!

Brains!

[sobbing]

Brenda! God! Help me!

It hurts so bad.

Joey, I'm doing the best I can.
What else can I do?

[chocking]

Don't worry, baby.
I'm gonna get you there.

Don't worry.

Let me

eat your brains.

[screams]

Brains!

Brenda, let me have them!

I'm the one who loves you.

- Brenda!
- [screams]

- Brenda!
- Joey!

You stay away from me!

Brenda,
your brain smells so good,

so... so rich and spicy.

- Spicy?!
- Yeah.

Joey, I am not into dead guys!

Honey, it's only me.

[whimpering]

Okay, okay.

- [crunching]
- [groans and screams]

[sighs]

Right. Goodbye, nightmare.

Let's get to a call box.

No way.
We're getting out of here.

He's right, son.

What the...?

What's going on?
I don't believe this.

- [Lucy] Look!
- [Tom] Soldiers?

It's all right, they're ours.

Commence firing!

- I don't think they know that.
- You're right, I'm wrong.

Hey, wait! You don't understand!

- [Jesse] They think we're them.
- [Lucy] You mean those things?

Yeah, don't you get it?

That's why there's nobody
in town.

They evacuated the whole place.

[Doc]
Interesting situation.

Soldiers in front,
zombies in the back.

Maybe we should slip
off the side

and have a cocktail or... No?

No. No.

[static]

Hello? Hello, is there anybody
out there?

Come in. Come in.

Do you hear me?
Is anybody out there?

Hello?

Will you tell us where to go?

Come to the hospital.

- Sure, we'll be right there!
- Hold it. Hold it.

Pardon me, but could you tell me

who the President
of the United States is?

Uh...

Uh, Harry Truman.

Who's Harry Truman?

They want brains?

We'll give 'em brains.

Come on.

Hey, Jess, now, remember,
no funny stuff.

If you hear anything,
just shout.

Okay. Okay.

[moaning]

I joined the Army
to see the world, not this.

Get a hold of yourself, son.
You're an American soldier.

We got a firefight on our hands.

And the enemy's already dead.

It's beautiful.

All right, you dead bunch
of sons of bitches.

I'm blowing your tired,
ugly asses right back to hell.

Yeah.

["Alone in the Night"
by Leatherwolf playing]

[gunfire continues]

[distant car tires screeching]

[horn honking]

[people shouting]

[song continues playing]

[people screaming]

Help, help! Over here!
Over here!

Jesse?

Jesse.

I told him. I told him.

Don't worry, we'll find him.

Well, maybe
I don't want to find him.

I think you do.

I bet you think
I'm a real idiot, don't you?

No. I think you're great.

[jeep approaches]

Get up! Who do you think
you are?

I've got news for you, pal.

We survive, we survive together,
you understand me?

- I'm sorry. I though...
- It's okay.

It's all right.
You ready to work?

- [horn honking]
- [zombies moaning]

["Horror of it All"
by Anthrax playing]

Hurry, son.
Keep those brains coming.

Chow time! Chow time!

Get them while they're cold!
Fresh brains!

Nice, fresh brains!

Cold, fresh brains!
Cold... They're catching up.

Big whoppers! Ah, yes!

♪ I've got
A lovely bunch of brains ♪

Brains! Give me some more, son.

Shoot them to me.
Brains! [laughs]

Cold, fresh brains!

Brains!

Get them while they're fresh!

Eat up!

Ice-cold brains! Chow time!

Cold, fresh brains!

- Come on.
- Come on. Do it.

Yeah!

[Jesse] Is that it?

[buzzer ringing]

Okay.

[alarm blaring]

Jesse!

[pounding on truck]

- What is it? What's the matter?
- The walkie-talkie.

Great, what are we gonna do now?

The doc, he'll know what to do.

[distant alarm blares]

Well...

How do you do?

[chuckles]

[static]

[pounding continues]

I know that look.

I get it from my mom wants me
to volunteer for dishes.

Keys are in the ignition.

You can't send him out there.

You gotta get it started.

Turn the key in the ignition.

[engine starts and stalls]

[static]

Doc Mandel here.

[growling]

- Who's this?
- [zombie] Brains.

Brain.

Now, let the clutch out slowly.

Clutch, shift, clutch.

Got it?

Got it. Here we go.

We're moving. We're moving.

All right!

Holy horse puckey.

- Brains!
- [gasps]

- [growls]
- [honks horn]

You told, you told.
Now you die like me.

[crashing]

That's why you're dead,
ass-wipe.

No brains and a big mouth.

Oh, hurry, Jesse, hurry.

[alarm continues blaring]

[grunts]

[electronic hum]

I did remember you.

[gasps]

- [Jesse grunting]
- [Billy growling]

Excuse me, your fly is open.

Hi. Goodbye.

Hey, jerk-off!

[Doc] Hmm.

Must have been a fuse.

[indistinct chatter]

[sergeant] I want trucks
over in this area.

You men,
check behind the building.

You did good, kid.
You did all right.

- Thanks.
- You're still a little shit.

- But I love you.
- [chuckles]

- The feeling's mutual.
- I'm starved.

- How about a bite to eat?
- [all groan]

I mean...
Well, you know what I mean.

Maybe we could have a glass
of something.

A little libation. [chuckles]

Tell me, my son,
you ever had a Shirley Temple?

- [Jesse] No.
- [Doc] A Horse's Neck?

- No.
- Uh... Purple Nehi?

No.

Well, tell me this, have you
ever seen a grown man drunk?

Aw, come on, guy,
back off of that thing.

I got gas.

Oh, don't hit a girl
when she's down.

Oh! Oh!

[screams]

[coughing]

Okay, no more brains.
You win. For now.

["Monster Mash" playing]