Z Nation (2014–…): Season 2, Episode 14 - Day One - full transcript
Citizen Z finds that he has been hacked and recalls how he was invited to work in the Northern Light Post of NSA, after being arrested accused on espionage. Meanwhile the survivors reach California and now they are walking to get Murphy to the CDC. Warren recalls when she was a National Guard Lieutenant and found her soldiers turned into zombies. Doc recalls when he was at a mental institution to help addicted people when the outbreak busted. Addy was watching a hockey game and how she teamed-up with Mack to flee from the zombies. 10K was fishing in a river by the woods and he was saved by his father. Vasquez was at the funeral of his wife and daughter and soon the funeral director, his wife and his daughter turned into zombies. Murphy was in prison and witnessed inmates and guards turning into zombies. When they reach the location of CDC in accordance with the GPS, they find a restaurant with a woman behind bar counter.
Previously on Z Nation...
CITIZEN Z ON RADIO:
His name is Murphy.
He's the only human known
to have survived a zombie bite.
His blood has the antibodies
to create a vaccine.
It is imperative
that he be transported alive
to Mount VWlson CDC Lab,
California.
Keep him alive at all cost.
It's the apocalypse.
Let's have some fun.
Isn't she cute?
CITIZEN Z: Save humanity.
Save yourself.
- I have to save them!
- CITIZEN Z: Find Murphy.
And get him to California.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
ls that really necessary?
How are you holding up?
I'm good.
How are you holding up,
Mr Jordan?
Mr Cruller, we're here today
to discuss
your plea bargain
before the federal court.
My client has said repeatedly
he will not plead guilty
to any of the charges.
And he demands a trial
before his peers.
What she said.
We're aware
of your client's position.
And I hope your client is aware
of the government's.
If he chooses to go to trial
andloses,
we intend to press
for the maximum
on the espionage charges -
life in prison.
I want my day in court.
I'm a citizen, not a spy.
You're an incarcerated defendant
about to lose in court
who will spend the rest
of his life behind bars.
I won't plead guilty.
You heard my client.
What's going on?
Mr Cruller.
I have a last, best and final offer for you.
One I think you'll want to take.
I'm sorry? And you are?
Henry Semple,
signal intelligence officer
with the NSA.
I'm leader of the team
that tracked down your client.
Oh, hey. I love your work.
You said something about
a final offer?
SEMPLE: Mr Cruller,
your country is in need
of a man with your skills.
In fact, we're going to need
all the help that we can get.
You want to be a real patriot?
Now's your chance.
Come work for me at the NSA
and we drop all charges.
And I don't have to
plead guilty?
You don't have to plead guilty.
I do need your answer right now.
- We don't have much time.
- What's the hurry?
You will be stationed at our
most forward listening post.
Camp Northern Light?
I've seen data from there.
That's practically
in the North Pole.
What would I be working on
up there?
Keeping track of the Russians?
The Chinese?
This is highly classified.
You can't even share this
with your lawyer.
(UNEASY MUSIC)
Simon.
How can I not look?
(HALF-LAUGHS)
What is this?
ls this code for something?
(TYPES)
(COMPUTER BEEPS)
File locked?
- When did I do that?
-(DOG WHIMPERS)
Clearly losing my mind.
Don't start.
-(SIGHS) Let's see.
-(COMPUTER BEEPS)
Password denied?
No, I didn't change the password.
(TYPES)
-(COMPUTER BEEPS)
Oh, shit.
I've been hacked.
(THEME MUSIC)
- SONG: ♪ Have mercy... ♪
-(THREE GUNSHOTS)
♪ Oh-oh-oh-oh
Have mercy. ♪
10K: Think it's dead.
Well, we couldn't drive through
that crap anyway.
Adios, El Camino.
- El Camino.
- ADDY: You know...
I love that you're
a glass-half-full kinda guy.
Especially when there's
no goddamn glass.
Looks like we're on foot.
Grab what you can. Let's hit it.
Come on, princess.
WARREN: Let's go.
MURPHY: How much further
is this supposed rendezvous?
ADDY: A day's walk. Maybe two.
MURPHY:
Everything looks the same.
DOC: Yeah, well,
four years of zombie apocalypse
and a nuke will do that.
Nothing but rubble and dust.
Must have been
a hell of a fight.
Makes you wonder what's left
that's worth saving.
How did it come to this?
WARREN: No, sir.
I've currently got six M35s
scheduled for Philly.
Departing at 1300.
Absolutely.
No. That's new news to me.
-(CHEERING)
- No, Colonel.
I was not informed
of a change in deployment.
(CHEERING CONTINUES)
People!
For the last time, zip it!
No, sir. Not you.
Where in Trenton, sir?
(ALL CHEER)
I understand, Colonel.
Copy that.
We'll be rolling at 1315.
Yes, sir. (HANGS UP)
Alright, people.
You may have heard.
Scratch Philly.
Head for Trenton.
-(DOOR OPENS)
- MAN: Lieutenant Warren?
What do you need, Dineen?
Any chance I could catch up
with my unit tonight?
That's a negative.
Philly's a no-can-do.
Just got orders to direct
everything that we have
that rolls to Trenton.
- Why Trenton? What's going on?
- I have no idea. OK?
They tell me to move vehicles,
that's what I do.
- Move vehicles.
-(SIREN WAILS NEARBY)
(TYRES SCREECH, CRASH)
That doesn't sound good.
(DIFFERENT SIREN BLARES)
Ugh, it's gonna be
one of those days.
(SIREN CONTINUES)
(SHOUTS)
Anybody with this ambulance?
-(SIREN CONTINUES)
- Hello?
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
(SIREN STOPS)
RADIO: Calling all units in the area.
Please be advised...
(TURNS OFF RADIO)
Anybody here?
Are you hurt?
-(THUD!)
- God, somebody's in here.
Someone call 911!
Don't worry. Help is on the way.
Why'd they leave you?
Try to help you.
(GURGLES)
Oh, dear God.
Why are you not dead?
-(GROWLS)
-lt's OK. Help is on the way.
Hey, hey.
Hey, no, no, no.
Let go of me, pal. Stop it!
(GROWLS)
What happened to you?
I'm gonna go get some help.
I need some help out here!
Alvarez? Dineen? Anybody?
(WHISPERS) Oh, shoot.
That's crazy.
(SILENCE)
Alvarez? Lombardi? Fall in!
Where the hell is everybody?!
RECORDING:
This is a worldwide alert.
- Do not panic.
- Oh, that can't be good.
- Stand by for important information.
-(CLUNKING)
Finally. Dineen!
Get your ass in here!
(GROWLS)
Dineen!
Oh, God.
(SNARLS)
What's happening?
- What's happening?
-(GROWLING)
WARREN: Halt!
RECORDING:
This is a worldwide alert.
Stand by
for important information.
- Do not panic.
- Zombies.
(MURPHY CLAPS) Hey, princess.
Keep it moving!
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
Do you have any idea
where we are?
Somewhere in
sunny Southern California.
Seriously. How much further?
I don't feel so good.
Well, we could take a break.
I'm curious myself.
ADDY: OK.
- It can't be.
- So, where the hell are we?
Disneyland.
What?
Uh-huh.
Hard to tell for sure,
but I think 'It's a Small World'
would have been
right over there.
Sorry, kid.
Damn.
Break time's over.
It's a world of laughter,
a world of tears.
MAN: Doesn't matter how old you are
or where you went to school.
Addiction
can take hold of you
and you can't shake it
without help.
You even listening to this?
What are you doing
over there?
Oh, sorry. I'm just
getting rid of a trigger.
Somebody left some Oxy
laying around.
Come on. I'm not that bad. Am I?
Oh, no. It's not you, man.
It's me.
I've been in recovery
for five years,
but you still got to
work at it.
Five years? Wow.
I've been sober six days.
Five years seems impossible.
Yeah, well, you know,
it's a struggle.
One day at a time.
(DULL THUD)
(RAPID MUFFLED FOOTSTEPS)
Now, you're gonna
go to your meetings, right?
No-one's going to meetings
right now.
It took me an hour
to get through the roadblocks.
- That's why I ride a bike.
-(SIREN WAILS NEARBY)
(PHONE RINGS)
Uh, you gonna answer that?
You still got 15 minutes.
(THUMP!)
What the hell was that?
I don't know. You wait here.
I'm gonna check that out.
You're off the meter.
WOMAN: Calm down.
Everything's gonna be OK.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait!
Stop, stop, stop!
Get away! Get away!
Stop, stop. Stop.
Hey, hey! Take it easy!
- Whoa, don't do that!
-(MAN GRUNTS)
Hold on there, fella.
What's his name?
Bernie. He's my patient.
Bernie. Why so upset, Bernie?
He just found out
his wife's leaving him.
Oh, man, I'm sorry.
Now, that's terrible, but...
Come on. Stop struggling
and I'll let you go.
I knew she was cheating on me.
I knew it!
That's rough, man,
but you got a great therapist
in Dr Sanders.
She's gonna help you
deal with it.
I'm telling you,
she's the best.
I know. I'm sorry, Dr Sanders.
I'll pay for the lamp.
You starting to feel
a little better now?
OK, well, I'm gonna let you go.
I...l'm sorry.
I don't know why I let her
make me so crazy.
Well, that's what
the doctor's for.
How you feeling?
I'm...l'm good.
- Alright. Let's hug it out.
-(WHISPERS) OK.
Here, why don't you sit down?
Relax, OK?
OK.
- No more freaking out.
-l'm sorry.
DOC: OK, I'm gonna get back
to my patient now.
You be cool, Bernie.
Remember, you're not alone.
Oh, jeez. Sorry.
Didn't mean to intrude.
(THINKS) Wait a minute.
What did I just see?
Larry and his gay lover?
It's funny
he never mentioned him.
Two patients
wrestling on the couch?
Reminds me of my days back
at Woodstock, only more mud.
(GROWLING)
It's a damn zombie.
Hang on, Larry!
(LAUGHS) Damn!
Did you see that? Ooh!
Larry?
That thing got you? Oh, man!
(GROWLS)
Oh, this is happening.
- What am I doing?
-(WOMAN SCREAMS)
-(PEOPLE SCREAM AND SHOUT)
- DOC: Oh!
Oh, I didn't
see this one coming.
Here we go.
(SCREAMING)
(RUSTLING)
Oh, there you are.
(CITIZEN Z THINKS)
I don't get it.
These servers have been
powered down since the blast.
- How the hell could...
-(SOFT WHIRRING)
Well, look at that.
Well played.
Alright.
Let's see who's been
sleeping in my bed.
-(THUD!)
- Yeah, come on!
Come on!
Get it, get it, get it! Whoo!
(CROWD CHEERS)
Kill him! That was icing!
Don't let him push you around!
Come on!
(CROWD CHANTS) Go Chiefs!
Go Chiefs! Go Chiefs!
Come on! Get him!
Yeah?! You wanna dance, Beale?
- Come on, Thompson!
- Let's go.
You want this? Come on!
-(ZOMBIE GROWLS)
-ls it zombie night?
No, that's next Thursday.
(PEOPLE SHRIEK AND SCREAM)
-(BOTH GROWL)
- THOMPSON: Whoa.
- Get your skates off, man.
- OK!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey-
-Hurry up.
-I got 'em!
Hey, hey. Back off, man.
Back off! I'm serious!
(PERSISTENT THUDDING)
- What are we supposed to do?
- I don't know!
Defend yourself. OK? Come on.
(BOTH SHOUT)
Hey!
Hold on!
Oh! Stop, stop, stop, stop!
- You're not bit?
- No! No, I'm not gonna be.
Oh! Oh, my God.
That's Jordan Beale.
- He was our best forward!
- Wasn't that good. Obviously.
-(MUFFLED SCREAMING NEARBY)
- What's it like out there?
ADDY: It's insane.
People are crazy.
There's blood everywhere.
We gotta go.
No,no,no,no.
Not that way. No.
Uh...
Alright, come on.
-(PEOPLE SCREAM)
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- How do we get out of here?
- Well, that says exit.
Sure it's safe?
Well, it's that
or wait for this to die down.
- You mean wait to die.
- Right.
- OK. Come on.
- Come on.
Whoa!
ADDY: Quick!
- OK?
- Alright.
Whoa!
- You good?
- Thank you.
Hey, uh... I think...l think
we should stick together, right?
Yeah.
Hey, I gotta go home.
I gotta go home.
My mom and my brother, they're home.
- They're alone.
- That's...that's... Yeah.
-I'll go with you.
- OK.
-I'm Mack.
- Addy.
- OK?
- OK.
This sucks.
Even for us, this sucks.
(swans CALL)
(SNARLING)
Hello?
Are you OK?
Can I help you?
(SNARLS)
Oh, my God.
Are you OK?
Who did this to you?
Hey.
Hey. What are you doing?
Hey, help! Hey, somebody
shot this ranger full of arrows.
She's in really bad shape.
She needs...
Hey, what's wrong with you?
What are you doing?
(TENSE DRUM MUSIC)
Dad?
Dad?
(SNARLS)
(GUNSHOT)
- Tommy!
- Dad! They tried to kill me!
Tommy, thank God you're alive.
Grab that weapon and come on.
(GUNSHOTS)
Hurry up, son.
Shit's going down.
(GUNSHOTS)
(COMPUTER BEEPS)
(LAUGHS) Gotcha.
Alright, you clumsy bastard.
Think you can just
walk into my back door? Ha!
Let's just follow
your big ol' footprints
right back to your house.
(SPARSE, GRIM MUSIC)
Mr Vasquez? Javier? ls that you?
You scared me.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to intrude.
Take all the time you need.
I'm very sorry for your loss.
(SOFT THUMP)
(SCRATCHING)
(SCRATCHING CONTINUES)
Hey.
Hey!
Hey, you got rats in here
or something?
Goddamnit. This doesn't end.
(SCRATCHING CONTINUES)
(THUMPING)
(THUMP, SCRATCHING)
Angie?
(THUMP)
(WOOD CREAKS)
(BANG!)
Oh.
Thank God.
I thought I was losing my mind.
(ZOMBIE GROWLS)
What in God's name?
(GUNSHOTS)
(ZOMBIE CONTINUES GROWLING)
Die!
(CRASH!)
(WOOD CLATTERS)
(THUD!)
No!
(CRIES OUT)
(VASQUEZ SOBS)
(VASQUEZ CRIES OUT REPEATEDLY)
(SNARLING)
(FOOTSTEPS CREAK OVERHEAD)
(MURPHY THINKS)
How did I get here?
Look at all of you.
What do you want?
What CAN you want?
Do I give a damn?
I do.
But Why?
The vaccine?
Why me?
I don't want to be the saviour
of the human race.
I don't want to be
the zombie messiah.
I don't want to be shit.
This is all
some terrible mistake.
I just want to curl up and die
like everybody else.
Why me?
What did I do?
Where is my mercy?
No tears, ladies.
(LAUGHS)
This a private game?
It's prison. Nothing's private.
I'm Murphy.
This is Nazarian and Fuentes.
MAN: Urvvin. What are we playing?
Draw poker.
What you in for, Urvvin?
- Conspiracy to distribute.
- MURPHY: Oh.
You and Nazarian should have
plenty to talk about.
I think he used to be
a customer of yours.
I'm also awaiting trial
for attempted murder.
But I think I'll beat that.
What about you?
I'm an entrepreneur
whose company underperformed
due to market conditions
beyond my control.
Feds called it postal fraud.
So how do I know this game
is honest?
Just assume it isn't.
You'll do fine.
NAZARIAN: I got nothing.
Half a pack of menthols.
- FUENTES: I fold.
- MURPHY: And dealer takes one.
Too rich for your blood,
huh, homies?
What about you, Murphy?
You in?
I got nothing.
But you only took one card.
Why you folding now?
-(MEN SHOUT NEARBY)
- I wanna see those cards.
- Game over.
-(ALARM RINGS)
(MEN CONTINUE SHOUTING)
(GROWLS)
Hey! ls anybody else
seeing this?
-(LOCK BUZZES)
-(SHOUTING CONTINUES)
Hey, Murph.
Murphy!
- Open the door, you sonofabitch!
-(ZOMBIES GROWL)
(SQUELCHING)
Can't sleep?
Can't dream either.
When did that happen?
A long time ago.
Long time.
You gonna be alright?
- I don't think I can do this.
- You can.
Just take a couple pints of my blood
to satisfy the masses
and let me slip out
the back door
or wherever the hell
we're going.
If you were really my friend,
you would help me.
But I'm not your friend.
I promised some people
that I would get you
to a lab in California,
and I'm gonna do that.
Come on. We're almost there.
They're gonna hurt me.
- You know that, right?
- I won't let that happen.
You can't stop 'em
if you're not there.
Murphy, this is the apocalypse.
Look, I can't tell you
it's not gonna hurt.
The truth is, eventually,
we're all gonna get hurt.
There isn't a happy ending
for any of us.
But you...
...you are the one person
that can change that.
Gotta do it alone...
...even if it hurts.
(GROWLING CONTINUES OUTSIDE)
They'll be gone soon.
You better wake the others.
Alright.
So, from a server in Ukraine
to a cell phone tower in India
to a satellite dish farm
in South Africa
then back to my own server -
nice move.
Then back to China,
Mexico, Antarctica,
and the final connection
leading to...
...Molokai, Hawaii?
What's on Molokai?
Alright. Right this way.
Time for
your digital colonoscopy.
You call that security?
What, do you have a zombie
for a sys admin?
Come on!
This is actually kinda fun.
Reminds me of the good old days.
Alright. Alright.
Come to Daddy.
Oh! You're making this
way too easy.
Alright.
Now, recent downloads.
Let's find out why you went to
all this trouble.
What is all this?
Transmission logs
for Delta X-ray Delta?
Somebody hacked
Operation Bitemark.
Holy shit. They've been using me
to track Murphy this whole time.
MURPHY: Are we there yet?
WARREN: You've been asking that
for the past 3,000 miles.
Yeah, I know.
But this time, I really mean it.
I mean, seriously,
shouldn't we be there by now?
- ADDY: Yeah, we're close.
- DOC: Like how close?
Like...should be
through those trees close.
Oh, what's that smell?
(WARREN TAKES A DEEP BREATH)
That's fresh air, girl.
- ADDY: Oh!
-10K: It's the ocean.
Damn. Pacific Ocean.
I can't believe we made it.
We haven't made it yet.
Come on.
Should be through there.
- MURPHY: That's it?
- ADDY: According to the GPS.
- Are you sure?
- That's it.
Doesn't look very high-tech.
Maybe it's just another front
for an underground lab.
Maybe it's exactly what it looks like,
an abandoned greasy spoon.
One last cosmic joke
at my expense.
Either way,
we're gonna check it out.
How do you want to handle this?
Well, I don't want us all to go
walking into some kind of trap.
So you and I will go in light,
check it out.
You guys, stay here with Murphy.
And get him into this.
- Oh, hell no.
- Oh, hell yes.
I don't want
anybody recognising you.
Probably some bounty hunters
lurking around
that heard one of
those broadcasts.
We did not get you
this far
to lose you
to neo-Nazi numbskulls.
(SIGHS HEAVILY)
Yes, dear.
Anything you say, dear.
Thank you. If we're not out
in 10 minutes...
We'll come busting in
after you.
WARREN: No.
You protect the package.
Contact Citizen Z
for instructions.
AFTER we come busting in
after you.
10 minutes. Then GTFO.
- You ready?
- Always.
(MUFFLED '50s ROCK MUSIC
PLAYS NEARBY)
- See anything?
- I hear music.
(MUSIC BECOMES LOUDER)
SONG ♪ ..can keep me-ee-ee
♪ From you
♪ From you
♪ From you... ♪
Would you like some tea
and finger sandwiches?
How 'bout you put the weapon
you got under the counter
on top of the bar?
(LAUGHS) Sorry.
These days, you just never know.
Earl Grey?
(OMINOUS MUSIC)
CITIZEN Z ON RADIO:
His name is Murphy.
He's the only human known
to have survived a zombie bite.
His blood has the antibodies
to create a vaccine.
It is imperative
that he be transported alive
to Mount VWlson CDC Lab,
California.
Keep him alive at all cost.
It's the apocalypse.
Let's have some fun.
Isn't she cute?
CITIZEN Z: Save humanity.
Save yourself.
- I have to save them!
- CITIZEN Z: Find Murphy.
And get him to California.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES)
ls that really necessary?
How are you holding up?
I'm good.
How are you holding up,
Mr Jordan?
Mr Cruller, we're here today
to discuss
your plea bargain
before the federal court.
My client has said repeatedly
he will not plead guilty
to any of the charges.
And he demands a trial
before his peers.
What she said.
We're aware
of your client's position.
And I hope your client is aware
of the government's.
If he chooses to go to trial
andloses,
we intend to press
for the maximum
on the espionage charges -
life in prison.
I want my day in court.
I'm a citizen, not a spy.
You're an incarcerated defendant
about to lose in court
who will spend the rest
of his life behind bars.
I won't plead guilty.
You heard my client.
What's going on?
Mr Cruller.
I have a last, best and final offer for you.
One I think you'll want to take.
I'm sorry? And you are?
Henry Semple,
signal intelligence officer
with the NSA.
I'm leader of the team
that tracked down your client.
Oh, hey. I love your work.
You said something about
a final offer?
SEMPLE: Mr Cruller,
your country is in need
of a man with your skills.
In fact, we're going to need
all the help that we can get.
You want to be a real patriot?
Now's your chance.
Come work for me at the NSA
and we drop all charges.
And I don't have to
plead guilty?
You don't have to plead guilty.
I do need your answer right now.
- We don't have much time.
- What's the hurry?
You will be stationed at our
most forward listening post.
Camp Northern Light?
I've seen data from there.
That's practically
in the North Pole.
What would I be working on
up there?
Keeping track of the Russians?
The Chinese?
This is highly classified.
You can't even share this
with your lawyer.
(UNEASY MUSIC)
Simon.
How can I not look?
(HALF-LAUGHS)
What is this?
ls this code for something?
(TYPES)
(COMPUTER BEEPS)
File locked?
- When did I do that?
-(DOG WHIMPERS)
Clearly losing my mind.
Don't start.
-(SIGHS) Let's see.
-(COMPUTER BEEPS)
Password denied?
No, I didn't change the password.
(TYPES)
-(COMPUTER BEEPS)
Oh, shit.
I've been hacked.
(THEME MUSIC)
- SONG: ♪ Have mercy... ♪
-(THREE GUNSHOTS)
♪ Oh-oh-oh-oh
Have mercy. ♪
10K: Think it's dead.
Well, we couldn't drive through
that crap anyway.
Adios, El Camino.
- El Camino.
- ADDY: You know...
I love that you're
a glass-half-full kinda guy.
Especially when there's
no goddamn glass.
Looks like we're on foot.
Grab what you can. Let's hit it.
Come on, princess.
WARREN: Let's go.
MURPHY: How much further
is this supposed rendezvous?
ADDY: A day's walk. Maybe two.
MURPHY:
Everything looks the same.
DOC: Yeah, well,
four years of zombie apocalypse
and a nuke will do that.
Nothing but rubble and dust.
Must have been
a hell of a fight.
Makes you wonder what's left
that's worth saving.
How did it come to this?
WARREN: No, sir.
I've currently got six M35s
scheduled for Philly.
Departing at 1300.
Absolutely.
No. That's new news to me.
-(CHEERING)
- No, Colonel.
I was not informed
of a change in deployment.
(CHEERING CONTINUES)
People!
For the last time, zip it!
No, sir. Not you.
Where in Trenton, sir?
(ALL CHEER)
I understand, Colonel.
Copy that.
We'll be rolling at 1315.
Yes, sir. (HANGS UP)
Alright, people.
You may have heard.
Scratch Philly.
Head for Trenton.
-(DOOR OPENS)
- MAN: Lieutenant Warren?
What do you need, Dineen?
Any chance I could catch up
with my unit tonight?
That's a negative.
Philly's a no-can-do.
Just got orders to direct
everything that we have
that rolls to Trenton.
- Why Trenton? What's going on?
- I have no idea. OK?
They tell me to move vehicles,
that's what I do.
- Move vehicles.
-(SIREN WAILS NEARBY)
(TYRES SCREECH, CRASH)
That doesn't sound good.
(DIFFERENT SIREN BLARES)
Ugh, it's gonna be
one of those days.
(SIREN CONTINUES)
(SHOUTS)
Anybody with this ambulance?
-(SIREN CONTINUES)
- Hello?
(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)
(SIREN STOPS)
RADIO: Calling all units in the area.
Please be advised...
(TURNS OFF RADIO)
Anybody here?
Are you hurt?
-(THUD!)
- God, somebody's in here.
Someone call 911!
Don't worry. Help is on the way.
Why'd they leave you?
Try to help you.
(GURGLES)
Oh, dear God.
Why are you not dead?
-(GROWLS)
-lt's OK. Help is on the way.
Hey, hey.
Hey, no, no, no.
Let go of me, pal. Stop it!
(GROWLS)
What happened to you?
I'm gonna go get some help.
I need some help out here!
Alvarez? Dineen? Anybody?
(WHISPERS) Oh, shoot.
That's crazy.
(SILENCE)
Alvarez? Lombardi? Fall in!
Where the hell is everybody?!
RECORDING:
This is a worldwide alert.
- Do not panic.
- Oh, that can't be good.
- Stand by for important information.
-(CLUNKING)
Finally. Dineen!
Get your ass in here!
(GROWLS)
Dineen!
Oh, God.
(SNARLS)
What's happening?
- What's happening?
-(GROWLING)
WARREN: Halt!
RECORDING:
This is a worldwide alert.
Stand by
for important information.
- Do not panic.
- Zombies.
(MURPHY CLAPS) Hey, princess.
Keep it moving!
(UNSETTLING MUSIC)
Do you have any idea
where we are?
Somewhere in
sunny Southern California.
Seriously. How much further?
I don't feel so good.
Well, we could take a break.
I'm curious myself.
ADDY: OK.
- It can't be.
- So, where the hell are we?
Disneyland.
What?
Uh-huh.
Hard to tell for sure,
but I think 'It's a Small World'
would have been
right over there.
Sorry, kid.
Damn.
Break time's over.
It's a world of laughter,
a world of tears.
MAN: Doesn't matter how old you are
or where you went to school.
Addiction
can take hold of you
and you can't shake it
without help.
You even listening to this?
What are you doing
over there?
Oh, sorry. I'm just
getting rid of a trigger.
Somebody left some Oxy
laying around.
Come on. I'm not that bad. Am I?
Oh, no. It's not you, man.
It's me.
I've been in recovery
for five years,
but you still got to
work at it.
Five years? Wow.
I've been sober six days.
Five years seems impossible.
Yeah, well, you know,
it's a struggle.
One day at a time.
(DULL THUD)
(RAPID MUFFLED FOOTSTEPS)
Now, you're gonna
go to your meetings, right?
No-one's going to meetings
right now.
It took me an hour
to get through the roadblocks.
- That's why I ride a bike.
-(SIREN WAILS NEARBY)
(PHONE RINGS)
Uh, you gonna answer that?
You still got 15 minutes.
(THUMP!)
What the hell was that?
I don't know. You wait here.
I'm gonna check that out.
You're off the meter.
WOMAN: Calm down.
Everything's gonna be OK.
Wait. Wait, wait, wait!
Stop, stop, stop!
Get away! Get away!
Stop, stop. Stop.
Hey, hey! Take it easy!
- Whoa, don't do that!
-(MAN GRUNTS)
Hold on there, fella.
What's his name?
Bernie. He's my patient.
Bernie. Why so upset, Bernie?
He just found out
his wife's leaving him.
Oh, man, I'm sorry.
Now, that's terrible, but...
Come on. Stop struggling
and I'll let you go.
I knew she was cheating on me.
I knew it!
That's rough, man,
but you got a great therapist
in Dr Sanders.
She's gonna help you
deal with it.
I'm telling you,
she's the best.
I know. I'm sorry, Dr Sanders.
I'll pay for the lamp.
You starting to feel
a little better now?
OK, well, I'm gonna let you go.
I...l'm sorry.
I don't know why I let her
make me so crazy.
Well, that's what
the doctor's for.
How you feeling?
I'm...l'm good.
- Alright. Let's hug it out.
-(WHISPERS) OK.
Here, why don't you sit down?
Relax, OK?
OK.
- No more freaking out.
-l'm sorry.
DOC: OK, I'm gonna get back
to my patient now.
You be cool, Bernie.
Remember, you're not alone.
Oh, jeez. Sorry.
Didn't mean to intrude.
(THINKS) Wait a minute.
What did I just see?
Larry and his gay lover?
It's funny
he never mentioned him.
Two patients
wrestling on the couch?
Reminds me of my days back
at Woodstock, only more mud.
(GROWLING)
It's a damn zombie.
Hang on, Larry!
(LAUGHS) Damn!
Did you see that? Ooh!
Larry?
That thing got you? Oh, man!
(GROWLS)
Oh, this is happening.
- What am I doing?
-(WOMAN SCREAMS)
-(PEOPLE SCREAM AND SHOUT)
- DOC: Oh!
Oh, I didn't
see this one coming.
Here we go.
(SCREAMING)
(RUSTLING)
Oh, there you are.
(CITIZEN Z THINKS)
I don't get it.
These servers have been
powered down since the blast.
- How the hell could...
-(SOFT WHIRRING)
Well, look at that.
Well played.
Alright.
Let's see who's been
sleeping in my bed.
-(THUD!)
- Yeah, come on!
Come on!
Get it, get it, get it! Whoo!
(CROWD CHEERS)
Kill him! That was icing!
Don't let him push you around!
Come on!
(CROWD CHANTS) Go Chiefs!
Go Chiefs! Go Chiefs!
Come on! Get him!
Yeah?! You wanna dance, Beale?
- Come on, Thompson!
- Let's go.
You want this? Come on!
-(ZOMBIE GROWLS)
-ls it zombie night?
No, that's next Thursday.
(PEOPLE SHRIEK AND SCREAM)
-(BOTH GROWL)
- THOMPSON: Whoa.
- Get your skates off, man.
- OK!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey-
-Hurry up.
-I got 'em!
Hey, hey. Back off, man.
Back off! I'm serious!
(PERSISTENT THUDDING)
- What are we supposed to do?
- I don't know!
Defend yourself. OK? Come on.
(BOTH SHOUT)
Hey!
Hold on!
Oh! Stop, stop, stop, stop!
- You're not bit?
- No! No, I'm not gonna be.
Oh! Oh, my God.
That's Jordan Beale.
- He was our best forward!
- Wasn't that good. Obviously.
-(MUFFLED SCREAMING NEARBY)
- What's it like out there?
ADDY: It's insane.
People are crazy.
There's blood everywhere.
We gotta go.
No,no,no,no.
Not that way. No.
Uh...
Alright, come on.
-(PEOPLE SCREAM)
- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.
- How do we get out of here?
- Well, that says exit.
Sure it's safe?
Well, it's that
or wait for this to die down.
- You mean wait to die.
- Right.
- OK. Come on.
- Come on.
Whoa!
ADDY: Quick!
- OK?
- Alright.
Whoa!
- You good?
- Thank you.
Hey, uh... I think...l think
we should stick together, right?
Yeah.
Hey, I gotta go home.
I gotta go home.
My mom and my brother, they're home.
- They're alone.
- That's...that's... Yeah.
-I'll go with you.
- OK.
-I'm Mack.
- Addy.
- OK?
- OK.
This sucks.
Even for us, this sucks.
(swans CALL)
(SNARLING)
Hello?
Are you OK?
Can I help you?
(SNARLS)
Oh, my God.
Are you OK?
Who did this to you?
Hey.
Hey. What are you doing?
Hey, help! Hey, somebody
shot this ranger full of arrows.
She's in really bad shape.
She needs...
Hey, what's wrong with you?
What are you doing?
(TENSE DRUM MUSIC)
Dad?
Dad?
(SNARLS)
(GUNSHOT)
- Tommy!
- Dad! They tried to kill me!
Tommy, thank God you're alive.
Grab that weapon and come on.
(GUNSHOTS)
Hurry up, son.
Shit's going down.
(GUNSHOTS)
(COMPUTER BEEPS)
(LAUGHS) Gotcha.
Alright, you clumsy bastard.
Think you can just
walk into my back door? Ha!
Let's just follow
your big ol' footprints
right back to your house.
(SPARSE, GRIM MUSIC)
Mr Vasquez? Javier? ls that you?
You scared me.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to intrude.
Take all the time you need.
I'm very sorry for your loss.
(SOFT THUMP)
(SCRATCHING)
(SCRATCHING CONTINUES)
Hey.
Hey!
Hey, you got rats in here
or something?
Goddamnit. This doesn't end.
(SCRATCHING CONTINUES)
(THUMPING)
(THUMP, SCRATCHING)
Angie?
(THUMP)
(WOOD CREAKS)
(BANG!)
Oh.
Thank God.
I thought I was losing my mind.
(ZOMBIE GROWLS)
What in God's name?
(GUNSHOTS)
(ZOMBIE CONTINUES GROWLING)
Die!
(CRASH!)
(WOOD CLATTERS)
(THUD!)
No!
(CRIES OUT)
(VASQUEZ SOBS)
(VASQUEZ CRIES OUT REPEATEDLY)
(SNARLING)
(FOOTSTEPS CREAK OVERHEAD)
(MURPHY THINKS)
How did I get here?
Look at all of you.
What do you want?
What CAN you want?
Do I give a damn?
I do.
But Why?
The vaccine?
Why me?
I don't want to be the saviour
of the human race.
I don't want to be
the zombie messiah.
I don't want to be shit.
This is all
some terrible mistake.
I just want to curl up and die
like everybody else.
Why me?
What did I do?
Where is my mercy?
No tears, ladies.
(LAUGHS)
This a private game?
It's prison. Nothing's private.
I'm Murphy.
This is Nazarian and Fuentes.
MAN: Urvvin. What are we playing?
Draw poker.
What you in for, Urvvin?
- Conspiracy to distribute.
- MURPHY: Oh.
You and Nazarian should have
plenty to talk about.
I think he used to be
a customer of yours.
I'm also awaiting trial
for attempted murder.
But I think I'll beat that.
What about you?
I'm an entrepreneur
whose company underperformed
due to market conditions
beyond my control.
Feds called it postal fraud.
So how do I know this game
is honest?
Just assume it isn't.
You'll do fine.
NAZARIAN: I got nothing.
Half a pack of menthols.
- FUENTES: I fold.
- MURPHY: And dealer takes one.
Too rich for your blood,
huh, homies?
What about you, Murphy?
You in?
I got nothing.
But you only took one card.
Why you folding now?
-(MEN SHOUT NEARBY)
- I wanna see those cards.
- Game over.
-(ALARM RINGS)
(MEN CONTINUE SHOUTING)
(GROWLS)
Hey! ls anybody else
seeing this?
-(LOCK BUZZES)
-(SHOUTING CONTINUES)
Hey, Murph.
Murphy!
- Open the door, you sonofabitch!
-(ZOMBIES GROWL)
(SQUELCHING)
Can't sleep?
Can't dream either.
When did that happen?
A long time ago.
Long time.
You gonna be alright?
- I don't think I can do this.
- You can.
Just take a couple pints of my blood
to satisfy the masses
and let me slip out
the back door
or wherever the hell
we're going.
If you were really my friend,
you would help me.
But I'm not your friend.
I promised some people
that I would get you
to a lab in California,
and I'm gonna do that.
Come on. We're almost there.
They're gonna hurt me.
- You know that, right?
- I won't let that happen.
You can't stop 'em
if you're not there.
Murphy, this is the apocalypse.
Look, I can't tell you
it's not gonna hurt.
The truth is, eventually,
we're all gonna get hurt.
There isn't a happy ending
for any of us.
But you...
...you are the one person
that can change that.
Gotta do it alone...
...even if it hurts.
(GROWLING CONTINUES OUTSIDE)
They'll be gone soon.
You better wake the others.
Alright.
So, from a server in Ukraine
to a cell phone tower in India
to a satellite dish farm
in South Africa
then back to my own server -
nice move.
Then back to China,
Mexico, Antarctica,
and the final connection
leading to...
...Molokai, Hawaii?
What's on Molokai?
Alright. Right this way.
Time for
your digital colonoscopy.
You call that security?
What, do you have a zombie
for a sys admin?
Come on!
This is actually kinda fun.
Reminds me of the good old days.
Alright. Alright.
Come to Daddy.
Oh! You're making this
way too easy.
Alright.
Now, recent downloads.
Let's find out why you went to
all this trouble.
What is all this?
Transmission logs
for Delta X-ray Delta?
Somebody hacked
Operation Bitemark.
Holy shit. They've been using me
to track Murphy this whole time.
MURPHY: Are we there yet?
WARREN: You've been asking that
for the past 3,000 miles.
Yeah, I know.
But this time, I really mean it.
I mean, seriously,
shouldn't we be there by now?
- ADDY: Yeah, we're close.
- DOC: Like how close?
Like...should be
through those trees close.
Oh, what's that smell?
(WARREN TAKES A DEEP BREATH)
That's fresh air, girl.
- ADDY: Oh!
-10K: It's the ocean.
Damn. Pacific Ocean.
I can't believe we made it.
We haven't made it yet.
Come on.
Should be through there.
- MURPHY: That's it?
- ADDY: According to the GPS.
- Are you sure?
- That's it.
Doesn't look very high-tech.
Maybe it's just another front
for an underground lab.
Maybe it's exactly what it looks like,
an abandoned greasy spoon.
One last cosmic joke
at my expense.
Either way,
we're gonna check it out.
How do you want to handle this?
Well, I don't want us all to go
walking into some kind of trap.
So you and I will go in light,
check it out.
You guys, stay here with Murphy.
And get him into this.
- Oh, hell no.
- Oh, hell yes.
I don't want
anybody recognising you.
Probably some bounty hunters
lurking around
that heard one of
those broadcasts.
We did not get you
this far
to lose you
to neo-Nazi numbskulls.
(SIGHS HEAVILY)
Yes, dear.
Anything you say, dear.
Thank you. If we're not out
in 10 minutes...
We'll come busting in
after you.
WARREN: No.
You protect the package.
Contact Citizen Z
for instructions.
AFTER we come busting in
after you.
10 minutes. Then GTFO.
- You ready?
- Always.
(MUFFLED '50s ROCK MUSIC
PLAYS NEARBY)
- See anything?
- I hear music.
(MUSIC BECOMES LOUDER)
SONG ♪ ..can keep me-ee-ee
♪ From you
♪ From you
♪ From you... ♪
Would you like some tea
and finger sandwiches?
How 'bout you put the weapon
you got under the counter
on top of the bar?
(LAUGHS) Sorry.
These days, you just never know.
Earl Grey?
(OMINOUS MUSIC)