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**

Hello, darlings.
Yes, it's me.

That piece that everyone's
dying to rest in,

Elvira, MOTD.

Well, the dead don't
get no rest in this movie

because this story is
a grave one.

Well, actually,
it's black and white.

But it's still grave,
'cause they cast

all the extras
from a graveyard.

(crickets chirping)

So if you like zombies
like I like zombies,

and you need brains
just like I need... brains,

then you're in for

a scary treat
with plenty to eat.

I'm very proud to serve up
tonight's special,

because this movie
put dozens of actors

whose careers were dead
back to work.

Like me.

It's Georgie A. Romero's
carnivorous classic,

"Night of
the Living Dead."

Not to be confused
with the documentary

about the Rolling Stones.

Now, the plot is
kind of complicated,

so it's gonna take
three of me

to explain it.

(overlapping)
So...people keep getting
eaten by dead people--

--and they're attacked
by one of those creeps

that tries to clean your
windows at a stoplight--

--having a smorgasbord
of the stupid people

who don't listen
to news broadcasts.

Now, I don't want to spoil
the movie and your appetite,

so it's best not to watch
this movie on a full stomach,

'cause it won't be
full for long.

Unlike the zombies
who can eat all they want,

but they never seem
to gain an ounce.

Guess it's on account
of that high-protein,

low-carb diet.

Anyway, it does have
an equal opportunity ending

because everyone dies
equally in the end.

(gasps)
Or do they?

Let's find out
together.

So everybody, put your
cell phones on vibrate,

curl up with
a bowl of popcorn,

and pour some butter
on the one you love.

This is a special
date night.

"The Night of
the Living Dead."

** (ominous)

They ought to make
the day the time changes

the first day
of summer.
What?

Well, it's 8:00,
and it's still light.

A lot of good
the extra daylight does us.

Now, we've still got
a three-hour drive back.

We're not gonna to be home
until after midnight.

Well, if it really bugged you,
Johnny, you wouldn't do it.

You think
I wanna blow Sunday

on a scene
like this?

You know, I figure
we're either gonna

have to move
Mother out here,

or move the grave
into Pittsburgh.

She can't make
a trip like this.

Oh, I don't know
that she can't.

Is there any of
that candy left?

No.

Look at this thing.
"We still remember."

I don't. You know,
I don't even remember

what the man
looks like.

Johnny, it takes you
five minutes.

Yeah, five minutes to put
the wreath on the grave

and six hours
to drive back and forth.

Mother wants to remember,
so we trot 200 miles

into the country,
and she stays at home.

Well, we're here,
John, all right?

(radio static)
Testing. We back on?

Oh, uh...

Ladies and gentlemen...
Hey--

We're coming
back on the air after

an interruption due to
technical problem--

There's nothing wrong
with the radio.

Must've been
the station.

Which row is it in?

Well, there's
no one around.

Well, it's late.

If you'd gotten up
earlier...

Oh, look,
I already lost

an hour's sleep in
the time change.

I think you complain
just to hear yourself talk.

There it is.

I wonder what happened
to the one from last year.

Each year,
we spend good money

on these things,
we come out here,

and the one from
last year is gone.

Well, the flowers die,

And the caretaker or
somebody takes them away.

Yeah, a little
spit and polish,

he can clean this up--
(thunder rumbles)

sell it next year.

Wonder how many times
we bought the same one?

(thunder rolling)

Hey, come on, Barb,
church was this morning, huh?

(thunder crashes)

(thunder crashes)

Hey, I mean, praying's
for church, huh? Come on.

Hmm, I thought church
was for sleeping.

--at church lately.

Well, there's
not much sense

in my going to church.

Do you remember one time,
when we were small,

we were out here?

It was from
right over there.

I jumped out at you
from behind the tree,

and Grandpa got
all excited,

and he shook his fist
at me, and he said,

"Boy, you'll be
damned to hell."

(laughing)
Remember that?

Right over there.

Well, you used to
really be scared here.

Johnny.

Hey, you're still afraid.

Stop it now,
I mean it.

They're coming
to get you, Barbra.

Stop it.
You're ignorant.

They're coming
for you, Barbra.

Stop it!
You're acting
like a child.

They're coming for you.

Look! There comes
one of them now.

He'll hear you.
Here he comes now.

I'm getting
out of here.

Johnny!

Aah! No!

Oh! Johnny!
Help me!

(growling)

Oh, that's why
they call 'em

"headstones."

Now, if this were
a schlocky movie,

she would fall
right about now.

Oh.

Now, that's what
you call a hand carwash.

Hey,
you missed a spot.

Aah! Aah!

(thunder crashes)

(thunder booms)

(thunder rumbles)

(thunder rumbles)

(thunder crashes)

(thunder rumbles)

(thudding)

Oh, sorry,
but "click-click-click"

isn't here
right now.

(low oscillating tone)

Aah!

(tires screech)

(door opens)

It's all right.

Don't worry about him.
I can handle him.

Probably be a lot
more of them as soon as

they find out
about us.

Truck is outta gas.

This pump out here is locked,
is there a key?

We can try to get out of here
if we can get some gas.

Is there a key?

I suppose
you've tried this.

(low oscillating tone)

Do you live here?

(whimpering)

Jesus.

We've gotta
get out of here.

We have to get to where
there are some other people.

Maybe we better
take some food.

I'll see if I can
find some food.

Uh, could you
get me some nachos?

(dripping)

Dude, you're making
so much noise,

you're gonna
wake the living dead.

What's happening?

I'll be
just a second.

What's happening?

(glass breaking)

Two of them.

There are two of them
out there.

Have you seen
any more around here?

I can take care
of those two.
I don't know.

I don't know.
Look, I know
you're afraid,

but we have to--
I don't know!

I don't know!
What's happening?

(zombie grunts)

Welcome to
the automobile club.

(Ben grunting)

(zombie grunting)

(zombie grunting)

They know
we're in here now.

(Ben)
Don't look at it.

(crickets chirping)

Get some more lights on
in this house.

Why don't you see if
you can find some wood,

some boards, something
there by the fireplace,

something we can
nail this place up?

Well, goddamn--

Look. I know
you're afraid.

I'm afraid too.

But we have to try to board
the house up together.

Now, I'm going to board up
the windows and the doors.

Do you understand?
We'll be all right here.

We'll be all right till
someone comes to rescue us.

But we have to work together,
you'll have to help me.

Now I want you to go in
and get some wood

so I can board
the place up.

Do you understand? Okay?

Okay?

** (music box chimes)

That'll hold 'em,
but it's not that strong.

Here, I want you to
pick out some nails.

Pick out the biggest ones
you can find.

There, this room
looks pretty secure.

If we have to,
we can run in here

and board up
the doors.

Won't be long before
those things'll be back

pounding
their way in here.

They're afraid now.

They're afraid
of fire.

I found that out.

You know a place
back down the road

called Beekman's?

Beekman's diner?

Anyhow, that's where I found
that truck I have out there.

There's a radio
in the truck.

I had jumped in
to listen to it...

when a big gasoline truck came
screaming right across the road.

Well, there must
have been...

ten, 15 of those things
chasing after it,

grabbing
and holding on.

Now, I didn't
see them at first.

I could just see that
the truck was moving

in a funny way,

and those things were
catching up to it.

The truck went
right across the road.

Slammed on my brakes
to keep from hitting it myself.

It went right through
the guard rail.

I guess...

I guess the driver
must have cut off the road,

into that gas station
by Beekman's diner.

It went right through
the billboard.

Ripped over a gas pump
and never stopped moving.

By now, it was like
a moving bonfire.

Didn't know if the truck was
going to explode or what.

I can still hear
the man, screaming.

This thing is just
backing away from it.

I look back
at the diner to see...

if there was anyone there
who could help me.

That was when
I noticed that...

the entire place had
been encircled.

Wasn't a sign
of life left,

except...

By now, there were
no more screams.

I realized that
I was alone

with 50 or 60
of those things,

just standing there,

staring at me.

I-- I started
to drive, I...

just plowed
right through them.

They didn't move,
they didn't run,

or...

just stood there,
staring at me.

Just wanted
to crush them.

They...

scattered through
the air, like bugs.

We were riding
in the cemetery.

Johnny and me.

Johnny.

We...

we came to put a wreath
on my father's grave.

Johnny and...

And he said,

"Can I have
some candy,

Barbra?"

And we didn't
have any.

And...

Oh, it's hot in here.

Hot.

(Barbra groans)

And-- and he said,
"Oh, it's late."

"Why did
we start so late?"

And I said,
"Johnny,

"if you'd
gotten up earlier,

we wouldn't
be late."

Johnny asked me
if I were afraid.

And I said,
"I'm not afraid, Johnny."

And then this man started
walking up the road.

He came slowly,

and Johnny kept
teasing me and saying,

"He's coming
to get you, Barbra."

And I laughed at him
and said,

"Johnny, stop it."

And then
Johnny ran away.

And I...

I went up
to this man,

and I was going
to apologize...

Why don't you
just keep calm?

I can't calm down!

And I said,
"Good eve..."

And he grabbed me!

He grabbed me!

And he ripped at me!

He held me,
and he ripped at my clothes!

I think you should
just calm down.

Oh, I screamed,

"Johnny!
Johnny, help me!

Oh, help me!"

And he wouldn't
let me go,

he ripped...

And then Johnny came,
and he ran, and he...

he fought this man,

And I got
so afraid I ran.

I ran.
I ran...

And Johnny
didn't come.

We've got...

we have to wait
for Johnny.

Maybe-- we'd better
go out and get him.

We have to go out
and get Johnny.

He's out there.

Please,
don't you hear me?

We've got to go out
and get him!

Please! We have got
to go get Johnny!

Please help me!

Please!

Girl, look, don't you know
what's going on out there?

This is no
Sunday school picnic.

Don't you
understand?

My brother
is alone!

Your brother is dead.

No! My brother
is not dead!

Oh!

Oh...

(static buzzes)

Because of
the obvious threat

to untold numbers
of citizens,

and because
of the crisis

which is even now
developing,

this radio station
will remain on the air,

day and night.

This station
and hundreds of other

radio and TV stations

throughout this part
of the country

are pooling
their resources

through an emergency
network hookup

to keep you informed
of all developments.

At this hour,
we repeat,

these are the facts
as we know them.

There is an epidemic
of mass murder

being committed
by a virtual army

of unidentified
assassins.

The murders
are taking place

in villages, cities,

rural homes,
and suburbs

with no
apparent pattern

or reason for
the slayings.

It seems to be
a sudden, general

explosion of
mass homicide.

We have some descriptions
of the assassins.

Eyewitnesses say they are
ordinary-looking people.

Some say they appear
to be in a kind of trance.

Others describe them
as being...

Just plan A-holes.

So, at this point,
there is no really

authentic way for us
to say who or what

to look for and guard
yourself against.

Misshapen monsters.

Reaction of
law enforcement officials

is one of complete
bewilderment at this hour.

So far we have been
unable to determine

that any kind of
organized investigation
is yet underway.

Police, sheriffs' deputies,
and emergency ambulances

are literally
deluged with calls for help.

The scene can best be
described as mayhem.

Mayors of Pittsburgh,
Philadelphia, and Miami,

along with the governors
of several eastern

and Midwestern states have
indicated the National Guard

may be mobilized
at any moment,

but that has not
happened as yet.

The only advice
our reporters

have been able to get
from official sources

is for private citizens
to stay in their homes

behind locked doors.

Do not venture outside
for any reason,

until the nature of
this crisis has been determined

and until we can advise
what course of action to take.

Keep listening
to radio and TV

for any special
instructions

as this crisis
develops further.

Thousands of office
and factory workers

are being urged to stay at
their places of employment,

not to make any attempt
to get to their homes.

However, in spite of
this urging and warning,

streets and highways are
packed with frantic people

trying to reach
their families,

or apparently to flee
just anywhere.

We repeat,
the safest course of action

at this time is simply
to stay where you...

Everybody hurry
right down to that

La-Z-Boy fire sale.

(zombies groaning)

Ladies and gentlemen,
we've just received word

that the president has
called a meeting

of his cabinet
to deal with

the sudden epidemic
of murder which has seized

the eastern third
of this nation.

The meeting is scheduled
to convene within the hour.

Members of the presidential
cabinet will be joined

by officials
of the FBI

and the joint chiefs
behind closed doors.

Well, let that
be a lesson.

Never hire a carpenter
from Craigslist.

...as soon as possible
following that meeting.

This is
the latest dispatch

just received in
our newsroom.

Latest word also from
national press services

in Washington, D.C.

now tells us that
the emergency

presidential conference
which we've just mentioned

will include high-ranking
scientists from

the National Aeronautics
and Space Administration.

That's the extent
of this latest...

Yo, Barack,
you missed the door!

...the joint
chiefs of staff

and the scientists
from NASA

should be there
within the hour.

All radio and TV stations
across the eastern part

of the country
including the one

to which you are listening
have joined their facilities

in an emergency
network

to bring you
this news as it develops.

We urge you to stay tuned
to radio and TV

and to stay indoors

at all costs.

Late reports
reaching this newsroom

tell of frightened people
seeking refuge

in churches, schools,
and government buildings,

demanding shelter
and protection

from the wholesale murder
which apparently

is engulfing
much of the nation.

Law enforcement officials
are at a loss to explain

or, even at this hour,
even to theorize about

the reasons for
this wave of murder.

So far...

Chief T.K. Dunmore
of Camden, North Carolina,

is quoted as
saying, quote,

"Tell the people,
for God's sake,

to get off
the streets."

Tell them to go home
and lock their doors

and windows up tight.

We don't know
what kind of

murder-happy characters
we have here."

End quote.
That's Chief Dunmore

of Camden,
North Carolina.

So far the only
descriptions,

the only clues
anyone has of the killers

come from
frightened witnesses...

These eyewitness accounts
variously describe

the murderers as
"ordinary looking people,

"misshapen monsters,

people who look like
they're in a trance,"

and "things that look like
people but act like animals."

Some eyewitnesses tell
of seeing victims

who look as though
they had been torn apart.

This whole
ghastly story

began developing
two days ago

with the report
of the slaying

of a family of seven
in their rural home...

Since then, reports of
some senseless killings

began snowballing in
a reign of terror

which has
hopscotched in

an irregular,
disconnected manner

throughout much
of the eastern

and Midwestern
United States.

Efforts keep track
of the murder reports

by the placing of
markers on a map

seem to indicate
a general spreading

from the extreme
southeastern

United States,
north and west.

Our newsmen, who have
been on the telephone

talking with officials
of other cities,

have determined that none
of this kind of mass murder

has yet been reported west
of the Mississippi River,

except in the extreme

southeastern
portion of Texas.

Similar killings have been
reported around the Houston

and Galveston areas,
but nothing like the...

I found a gun and some
bullets out there.

It was only late
yesterday...

Oh, and these.
... first became clear

we were facing some kind
of national emergency.

When first reports
began filtering in,

newsmen and law enforcement
agencies were of the opinion...

This place is boarded up
pretty solid now.

We ought to be
all right here for a while.

We have a gun
and bullets.

Food and the radio.

..suspect an obscure
kind of conspiracy...

Sooner or later,
someone's bound

to come and get us out.

... creatures
from outer space.

So again, we join with
law enforcement agencies

encouraging you to seek
shelter in a building.

Lock the doors
and windows securely.

Hey, that's us.
We're doing all right.

...cautious of
any suspicious strangers,

and keep tuned
to your radio

and television for
survival instructions

and further details of
this continuing story.

Look, I don't know
if you're hearing me,

but I'm going
upstairs now.

...it's almost as though
some critical balance...

If anything should
try to break in here,

I can hear it
from up there.

And I'll be down to
take care of it.

...the savage killers.

We repeat,
this radio station...

Everything is
all right for now.

I'll be back
to reinforce

the windows
and doors later.

But you'll be all right
for now, okay?

Okay?

Civil defense officials
in Cumberland

have told newsmen
that murder victims

show evidence of
having been...

partially devoured
by their murderers.

Consistent reports from
witnesses to the effect

that people who acted
as though they were

in a kind
of trance were

killing and eating
their victims

prompted authorities
to examine the bodies

of some of
the victims.

Medical authorities
in Cumberland

have concluded that,
in all cases,

the killers are
eating the flesh

of the people
they murdered.

Repeating this
latest bulletin,

just received moments ago
from Cumberland, Maryland.

Civil defense authorities
have told newsmen

that murder victims
show evidence of

having been
partially devoured

by their murderers.

Medical examination
of victims' bodies

shows conclusively that

the killers are
eating the flesh

of the people
they kill.

And so this
incredible story

becomes more ghastly
with each report.

(footsteps)

...but these are
the reports

we have been receiving
and passing on to you.

Reports which have
been verified

as completely
as is possible

in this confused
situation.

It is happening,
and it would appear

that no one is safe from
this wave of mass murder--

Aah!

Aah!
(muffled voices)

Hold it! Don't shoot!
We're from town.

A radio!
...county,
Pennsylvania.

The Butler county sheriff
has verified that reports

of murder victims

being partially eaten
by their slayers is true.

No further details
available at this time.

How long you guys
been down there?

I could've used
some help up here.

That's the cellar.
It's the safest place.

You mean you didn't
hear the racket we were
making up here?

How were we supposed
to know what was going on?

Could've been those things
for all we knew.

That girl was screaming,
surely you must know

what a girl screaming
sounds like.

Those things don't
make any noise.

Anybody would know
somebody needed help.

Look, it's kind of
hard to hear

what's going on
from down there.

We thought we could
hear screams, but...

for all we knew,
that could have

meant those things were
in the house after her.

And you wouldn't
come up and help?

Well, if there
were more...

That racket sounded
like the place was

being ripped apart,
how were we supposed

to know what was
going on?

Now, wait a minute.
You just got finished

saying you couldn't
hear it from down there.

Now you say it sounded
like the place was being
ripped apart.

It would be nice if you'd
get your story straight, man.

All right,
now you tell me.

I'm not going to take
that kind of a chance

when we've got
a safe place.

We luck into a safe place,
and you're telling us

we've gotta
risk our lives

just because somebody
might need help, huh?

Yeah, something
like that.

All right, why don't
we settle this--

Look, mister!
We came up, okay?

We're here.

Now I suggest we all
go back downstairs

before any of those things
find out we're in here.

They can't
get in here.

You got the whole place
boarded up?

Yeah, most of it.

All but a few spots
upstairs.

They won't be
hard to fix.

You're insane.

The cellar's
the safest place.

I'm telling you,
they can't get in here.

And I'm telling you,

those things
turned over our car.

We were damn lucky
to get away at all.

Now you tell me those--
those things can't get

through this
lousy pile of wood?

His wife and kid's
downstairs.

The kid's hurt.

Well, I still think
we're better off up here.

We could strengthen
everything up, Mr. Cooper.

With all of us working,
we could fix this place up

in no time-- we have
everything we need up here.

We can take all that stuff
downstairs with us.

Man, you're really crazy,
you know that?

You got a million
windows up here.
All these windows.

You're gonna...
you're gonna make 'em

strong enough to keep
these things out, huh?

I told you, those things
don't have any strength.

I smashed
three of them

and pushed another one
out the door.

And did you hear me
when I told you

they turned over
our car?

Oh hell, any good
five men can do that.

That's my point--
only there's not

going to be five
or even ten.

There's gonna
be 20, 30,

maybe a hundred
of those things.

And as soon as
they know we're here,

this place is gonna be
crawling with them.

Well, if there're
that many, they'll...

probably get us
wherever we are.

Look, the cellar.

The cellar, there's
only one door, right?

Just one door, that's all
we have to protect.

Tom and I fixed it
so it locks and boards

from the inside.

But up here,
all these windows,

Why, we'd never know where
they were gonna hit us next.

You got a point,
Mr. Cooper.

But down in the cellar,
there's no place to run to.

I mean, if they did get in,
there'd be no back exit.

We'd be done for.
Ahh...

We can get out of here
if we have to.

And we got windows to see
what's going on outside.

But down there,
with no windows,

if a rescue party did come,
we wouldn't even know it.

But the cellar is
the strongest place.

The cellar is
a death trap.

I don't know,
Mr. Cooper.

I think he's right.

You know how many's
out there?

I don't know, I figure
maybe six or seven.

Look. You two can do
whatever you like.

I'm going back down
to the cellar,

and you better decide,

'cause I'm gonna
board up that door,

and I'm not going
to unlock it again

no matter
what happens.

Now wait a minute,
Mr. Cooper.

No, I'm not gonna wait!

I've made my decision,
now you make yours.

Now wait a minute!
Let's think about this.

We can make it
to the cellar

if we have to.

And if we do decide
to stay down there,

we'll need some things
from up here.

So let's at least
consider this a while.

...at all costs.

Late reports reaching
this newsroom...

If you box yourself
in the cellar,

and those things get in
the house, you've had it.

At least up here,
you have a fighting chance.

(crickets chirping)

Yeah, looks like about
eight or ten out there now.

That's more
than there were.

There're a lot
out back, too.

(woman)
Harry?

Harry,
what's happening?

It's-- it's
all right!

(muttering)

(gunshot)

We've gotta fix
these boards.

You're crazy!

Those things are gonna
be at every window

and door
in this place!

We've got to get down
into the cellar.

Go down in your damn cellar
and get out of here!

I'm-- I'm taking
the girl with me.

You leave her here.

Keep your hands off her,
and everything else

that's up here too,
because, if I stay up here,

I'm fighting for
everything up here,

and the radio and the food is
part of what I'm fighting for.

Now if you're going down
in the cellar, get!

The man's insane.
He's insane.

We've... We've got
to have food down there.

We've got a right.
This your house?

We've got a right!

You going
down there with him?

Well--
Yes or no?

This is your
last chance.

No beating
around the bush.

L--Listen, I got
a kid down there.

She can't possib--
I couldn't bring her up here.

She can't possibly
take all the racket

from those-- those things
smashing through the windows.

Well, you're
her father.

If you're stupid enough
to go die in that trap,

that's your business--
however, I am not

stupid enough
to follow you.

It is tough for the kid that
her old man is so stupid.

Now, get the hell
down in the cellar.

You can be
the boss down there.

I'm boss up here.

You bastards!

You know, I won't
open this door again.

I mean it.

Mr. Cooper,
with your help, we can--

With my help.

Let him go, man.
His mind is made up.

Just let him go.

Wait a minute!

Judy? Come on
up here, honey.

You're gonna let them
get her too, huh?

It's all right,
honey, go ahead.

If we stick together, man,
we can fix it up real good.

There-- there's
lots of places

we can run to
up here.

Mr. Cooper?

We'd all be
a lot better off

if all three of us
were working together.

Hey. Hey, kid.

He's wrong,
you know.

I'm not boxing
myself in down there.

We repeat,
this radio station

will remain on the air
day and night.

Well,
we're safe now.

It's boarded up tight.

What about
Tom and Judy?

They wanna stay
up there, let 'em.

There are...

... two other
people upstairs.

A man and a girl.

We heard
the screaming.

Yeah, but I didn't
know who they were,

and I wasn't
about to...

take any
unnecessary chances.

Of course not,
Harry.

Is she all right?

I don't know
what it is.

She feels warm.
Maybe it's shock.

Where'd you get
the bandage?

Some laundry
in the basket.

I tore a sheet.

Let them stay
upstairs.

Let them.

Too many ways those monsters
can get in up there.

We'll see who's right.

We'll see, when
they come begging me

to let them in
down here.

That's important,
isn't it?
What?

To be right.
Everybody else to be wrong.

What do you
mean by that?

Does anyone up there know
why we're being attacked?

Whatever it is, it isn't
just happening here.

It's some kind
of mass murder.

It's going on
everywhere.

The radio said
to stay inside--

Radio?

Radio, upstairs.
I heard the news bulletin.

There's
a radio upstairs,

and you boarded us in
down here?

I know what I'm doing.
What did it say?

Nothing!
Nothing.

They don't know
anything yet, the--

There's mass murder
everywhere, and--

and people are supposed to
look for a safe place to hide.

Take the boards
off that door.

We are staying
down here, Helen.

Harry, that radio is at least
some kind of communication.

If the authorities
know what's happening,

well, they'll send
people for us,

or they'll tell us
what to do.

How are we going
to know what's going on

if we lock ourselves
in this dungeon?

We may not enjoy
living together...

But dying together isn't
going to solve anything.

Those people aren't
our enemies.

(Tom)
Mr. Cooper!

Mr. Cooper?
Ben found

a television set
upstairs.

Let's go up.

Tom?

(Tom)
Yes?

If Judy would
come downstairs

for a few minutes,

Harry and I could
come upstairs.

(Tom)
Okay, yeah,
right away.

Will you do it?

Do I have to?

Look, honey,
nothing's gonna get done

with them down there
and us up here.

Do this.
For me.

Okay.

Okay, open up!

I'll take good care
of her, Helen.

She's all I have.

Why don't you
go upstairs now?

Her brother was killed.

(Ben)
Hey, give me a hand
with this thing!

I gotta go help Ben
with the television.

Don't be afraid of me.

I'm Helen Cooper.

Harry's wife.

This place is
ridiculous.

Look at this.

There's a million
weak spots up here.

Give me
one of those.

Her brother was killed.

And they talk about
these windows.

I can't see
a damned thing.

There could be 15 million
of those things out there.

That's how much good
these windows are.

Why don't you do
something to help somebody?

Here, I have it.

Drag a couple of
those chairs together.

There's a socket
over here.

Now, you'd better
watch this and try

to understand
what's going on.

I don't want
anyone's life on my hands.

Is there anything
I can do to help?

I don't want to hear
any more from you, mister.

If you stay up here,
you take orders from me!

And that includes
leaving the girl alone.

It's on, it's on!

There's no sound.

Play with
the rabbit ears.

--reports,
incredible as they seem,

are not the results
of mass hysteria.

"Mass hysteria."
What do they think,

we're imagining
all this?

Shut up!

...in all parts
of the country.

The wave of murder
which is sweeping

the eastern third
of the nation

is being committed by
creatures who feast upon...

Hmm, guess they got that
TV stand on sale at Ikea.

First eyewitness accounts
of this grisly development

came from people who were
understandably frightened

and almost
incoherent.

Officials and newsmen
at first discounted

those eyewitness
descriptions as

being beyond belief.

However,
the reports persisted.

Medical examinations
of some of the victims

bore out the fact
that they had been

partially devoured.

But they took the leftovers
home in a doggy bag.

I think we have some
late word just arriving,

and we interrupt
to bring this to you.

This is the latest
disclosure

in a report from national
civil defense headquarters

in Washington.

It has been established
that persons who have

recently died
have been

returning to life

and committing
acts of murder.

A widespread
investigation

of reports from
funeral homes,

morgues, and hospitals

has concluded that
the unburied dead

are coming back to life
and seeking human victims.

It's hard for us here

to believe what
we're reporting to you,

but it does seem
to be a fact.

When this
emergency first began,

radio and television
was advising people

to stay inside,

behind locked doors,
for safety.

Well, that situation
has now changed.

And we're able to report

a definite course
of action for you.

Civil defense machinery
has been organized

to provide
rescue stations

with food, shelter,
medical treatment,

and protection by
armed National Guardsmen.

Stay tuned to
the broadcasting stations

in your local area

for this list
of rescue stations.

This list will
be repeated

throughout
our news coverage.

Look for the name of
the rescue station

nearest you,

and make your way
to that location

as soon as possible.

So we have that truck--
if we can get some gas,

we can get outta here.
There's a pump
out by the shed.

I know, that's why
I pulled in here,
but it's locked.

...called this afternoon
by the president.

Since convening,
this conference

of the presidential
cabinet, the FBI,

the joint chiefs
of staff, the CIA...

has not produced any
public information.

Why are space experts
being consulted

about an earthbound
emergency?

So far, all the betting on
the answer to that question

centers on the recent explorer
satellite shot to Venus.

That satellite,
you recall,

started back to Earth,
but never got here.

That's the space vehicle
which orbited Venus and then

was purposely
destroyed by NASA,

when scientists discovered
it was carrying a mysterious

high-level
radiation with it.

Could that radiation
be somehow responsible

for the wholesale murders
we're now suffering?

Newsman Don Quinn

in Washington has posed
those questions.

It's obvious. Our best move
is to try to get out of here.

How're you gonna
get over to that pump?

Look!

You're coming from
a meeting regarding

the explosion of
the Venus probe,

is that right, sir?

Yes, yes, that was
the subject of the meeting.

Do you feel there is
a connection between
this and the phenomenon--

There's-- there's
a definite connection.

A definite
connection.

In other words, you feel
that the radiation on

the Venus probe is enough
to cause these mutations?

There was a very high
degree of radiation.

Well, just a minute.
I'm not sure that

that's certain at all.
I don't think that has--

That's the only
logical explanation

that we have
at this time.

In other words, it is
the military's viewpoint

that this radiation is not
the cause of the mutation.

I can't speak for
the entire military

at this time, gentlemen.
There seems to be--

I must disagree with
these gentlemen presently,

until we-- until this is
irrefutably proved.

Everything is being
done that can be done.

We'll have to hurry
for our next meeting.

Professor, you feel
that there is a definite

connection between...
A definite connection

as far as
Dr. Keller and myself.

Doctor, please.

I thought we decided
that is not proved yet.

Was it... was
the satellite...

When the satellite
was exploded...

It was an unusual
amount of radiation,

enough to cause mutation
under certain circumstances.

Could have happened
to have a bearing on it.

It does seem to have
a bearing on it.

Will there be
a reply for the--

Later.
There will
be a reply.

Yes.
Later
this afternoon.

Will there--

There will be
a report this afternoon.

Well, perhaps
there will be
Yes, yes.

a report later...

Will you close
the window?

We are doing
everything possible

to solve the problem.

We're hoping
to get some...

further explanation
of this...

We've heard
all we need to know.

We have to try to
get out of here.

He said the rescue
stations have doctors

and medical supplies.

If we can get Karen there,
we can get help for her.

...is one of the world's
foremost authorities

on space science
and technology.

(Ben)
Willard. I saw a sign
that said Willard.

(Tom)
It's only about
17 miles from here.

You know this area.
Are you from around here?

Judy and I are both
from around here.

We were on our way up
to the lake to go swimming.

And Judy had a radio,
and we heard the first

reports about this.

So we knew the old house
was here, and we came in,

and found the lady
upstairs, dead.

Then these
other people came.

We went down
into the basement

and put a bar
across the door,

and it is
pretty strong.

How could we possibly
get away from here?

We've got a sick child,

two women, one woman
out of her head,

three men,
and the place

is surrounded with
these things.

Dr. Grimes,
your entire staff,

I know, has been
working very hard

to find some solution
to these things that

are happening.

Do you have any
answers at this time?

Yes, we have
some answers.

But first,
let me stress

the importance of seeking
medical attention for

anyone who's been
injured in any way.

We don't know yet
what complications

might result from
such injuries.

How bad has
your kid been hurt?

Now, how about
the basic...

Um... she...

Look. You go down
there and tell...

what's her name, Judy?

Yeah, you tell Judy
to come up here,

and you stay with
the kid, all right?

...direct action taken with
regard to the Venus probe.

In the cold room
at the university,

we had a cadaver.

A cadaver
from which

all four limbs had
been amputated.

Sometime early
this morning,

it opened its eyes
and began to move its trunk.

It was dead, but it opened
its eyes and tried to move.

They want you
upstairs.

Did she ask for me?

She hasn't
said anything.

I don't understand.

Baby?

It's Mommy.

I hurt.

I'll come back down
as soon as I find out

what they want.

Thank you, Judy.

The bodies should be
disposed of at once,

preferably by cremation.

Well, how long
after death, then,

does the body become
reactivated?

It's only
a matter of minutes.

Minutes? Well,
that doesn't give

people time to make
any arrangements--

No, you're right.
It doesn't give them

time to make funeral
arrangements.

The bodies must be
carried to the street

and-- and burned.

They must be
burned immediately.

Soak them with gasoline
and burn them.

The bereaved will
have to forgo

the dubious comforts that
a funeral service will give.

They're just
dead flesh.

And dangerous.

I see.
Judy, I need you to find

some bedspreads
or sheets to tear up

into small strips,
okay?

Is there
a fruit cellar here?

Yes.
We need some bottles
or jars to make

Molotov cocktails
to hold them off
while we try to escape.

Hey! There's a big can
of kerosene down there.

(Judy)
I'll see what
I can find.

I'll look for
the bottles.

There's a big key ring
down there.

There may be a key
to the gas pump on it.

I'll check.

We can toss the cocktails
from a window upstairs.

Meantime, a couple of us
can go out and try to get

the gas, then we can come back
for the rest of the people.

But that'll leave
a door open someplace.

Yeah, that's right.

It better be
this door.

It's closer
to the truck.

Before we go out,
we'll put some supplies
behind the cellar door.

While we're gone,
the rest of you can
hole up in there.

I found some fruit jars
in the cellar.

And there's a key
on here that's labeled

for the gas pump
out back.

I'm not really
that used to the truck.

I found it
abandoned.

I can handle
the truck,
no sweat.

...and kill
living human beings

and feed upon
their flesh.

You're it, then.
You and I'll go.

We'll put whatever
lumber we find

behind the cellar door.

You can go upstairs and toss
the cocktails from a window.

Tom, you and I will have
to unboard this door.

After you toss
the cocktails,
you hustle

back down here
and lock this door.

It's no good
to board it up
because we'll

have to get
back in quickly.

After we get the gas
and get back into the house,

then we'll worry about getting
everybody into the truck.

Now, let's move it.

No place
to flee for safety,

except to the rescue stations
which have been set up.

Indications are that,
before this emergency

is over,
we will need

many, many more
such rescue stations.

You always have
a smile for me.

How can you smile
like that all the time?

How many do
you have done?

Come on, honey,
we gotta move.

Tom, are you sure
about the phone?

The phone is dead out.

All you get is
a recorded message.

If I could only
call the folks.

They're going to be
so worried about us.

Everything'll
be all right.

As soon as
we get to Willard,
we'll call them.

They might even
be there.

I know.

Tom...

Are you sure we're doing
the right thing, Tom?

What, about
getting outta here?
Yeah.

Well... the television said
that's the right thing to do.

We've got to get
to a rescue station.

I don't know.
Come on, honey.

You're starting to sound
like Mr. Cooper now.

But why do you have
to go out there?

Look, I know how
to handle that truck.

And I can handle
the pump.

Ben doesn't know
anything about that stuff.

But we're safe in here.

For how long, honey?

We're safe now.

But there's gonna be more
and more of those things.

I know.
I know all that.

Hey, listen.

Remember when
we had the big flood?

Remember how difficult
it was for us to convince you

that it was
right to leave?

Remember? Remember we had
to go to Willard then?

This isn't
a passing thing, honey.

It-- it's not like just
a wind passing through.

Whew!
We've got to do
something, and fast.

I just don't want you
to go out there, that's all.

Hey...

Smile, honey.

Where's that
big smile for me?

Boy...

you sure are no use
at all, aren't you?

We've got work
to do, honey.

And you... you...

We better get her
downstairs.

We have to go
downstairs now, Barbra.

She's right.

You have to go
downstairs now.

Just for a little while,
until we get back.

Then we can all leave.

Oh, I'd like
to leave.

Yes.

Well, if you ain't staying,
I ain't staying.

Good luck.
Yeah.

Are you getting
"board" yet?

(zombies moaning)

You ready upstairs?
(Harry)
Yeah!

Okay, toss 'em!

Go ahead!
Go on!

I'm going with him!

Get back in
the cellar!
I'm going!

It's too late--
it's too late!

Well, if you're
coming, come on!

Get in!

Come on!
This key won't work.

Watch out.

Watch the torch!

We've gotta get away
from the pump!

Hang on!

Tom! Tom, you're crazy,
get out of the truck!

Help me!
Help me!

Let's get outta here!

Come on,
come on!

My jacket's caught.

(zombies moan)

Let me in!

Let me in!

Cooper!

Cooper!

I ought to drag you out there
and feed you to those things!

(zombies moaning)

Mmm, barbecue brains!

Pass me a thigh.

Mmm, grisly!

(crickets chirping)

Isn't it 3:00 yet?

There's supposed to be
another broadcast at 3:00.

(Harry)
Ten minutes.

Oh.

Only ten more minutes?

We don't have
very long to wait.

We can leave.

Well, we better
leave soon.

It's ten minutes to 3:00.

Do you know anything
about this area at all?

I mean, is Willard
the nearest town?

I don't know.

We were...

Just trying
to get to a motel

before dark.

You said those things
turned your car over.

You think we can get it
back on its wheels

and drive it?
Where is it?

Seems like it was
pretty far away.

Seems like we ran.

Forget it.
It's at least a mile.

Johnny has the keys.

You're gonna carry
that child a mile?

Through that army
of things out there?

I can carry the kid.

What's wrong with her?
How'd she get hurt?

One of those things
grabbed her.

Bit her on the arm.

What's wrong?

Who knows
what kind of disease

those things carry?

Is she conscious?

Barely.

She can't walk.
She's too weak.

Well, one of us could
try to get to the car.

You gonna turn it over
by yourself?

You can't start the car.
Johnny has the keys.

You have a car?
Where? Where is it?

You won't be able
to start it.

Yeah, yeah, I know.
But where is it?

(zombies moan)

Good Lord.

...being monitored
closely by scientists

at all the radiation
detection stations.

At this hour,
they report the level

of the mysterious
radiation

continues to
increase steadily.

So long as
this situation remains,

government spokesmen
warn that dead bodies

will continue to be
transformed

into the
flesh-eating ghouls.

All persons who die
during this crisis,

from whatever cause,

will come back to life
to seek human victims,

unless their bodies are
first disposed of

by cremation.

Our news cameras
have just returned

from covering such a search
and destroy operation

against the ghouls,
this one conducted

by Sheriff
Conan McClellan

in Butler County,
Pennsylvania.

So now let's go
to that film report.

All law enforcement
agencies and the military

have been organized
to search out

and destroy
the marauding ghouls.

The survival command center
at the Pentagon

has disclosed that
a ghoul can be killed

by a shot in the head

or a heavy blow
to the skull.

Officials are
quoted as explaining that,

since the brain of
a ghoul has been

activated by
the radiation,

the plan is...

kill the brain,
and you kill the ghoul.

Want anything
from the supply wagon?

No, we're all right.

Hey, Cass, put that thing
all the way in the fire.

We don't want it
getting up again.
All right, I gotcha.

Chief McClellan,
how's everything going?

Oh, things aren't
going too bad.

The men are taking it
pretty good.

You want to get on the other
side of the road over there.

Chief, do you think we'll be
able to defeat these things?

Well, we killed 19 of them
today, right in this area.

Those last three we caught

trying to claw their way
into an abandoned shed.

They must have thought
somebody was in there.

There wasn't, though.

We heard 'em making
all kind of noise.

We came over and beat 'em
off, blasted 'em down.

Chief, as soon as you're
finished, can I see you here?
Yeah, okay.

Chief, if I were surrounded by
six or eight of these things,

would I stand
a chance with them?

Well, there's no problem.

If you had a gun,
shoot 'em in the head.

That's a sure way
to kill 'em.

If you don't, get yourself
a club or a torch.

Beat 'em or burn 'em.
They go up pretty easy.

Well, Chief McClellan, how long
do you think it will take you

until you get the situation
under control?

Well, that's
pretty hard to say.

We don't know how many
of 'em there are.

We know when we find 'em,
we can kill 'em.

Are they slow-moving,
Chief?

Yeah, they're dead.
They're all messed up.

Well, in time,
would you say

you ought to be able to
wrap this up in 24 hours?

Well, we don't
really know.

We know we'll be into it
most of the night,

probably into
the early morning.

We're working our way
toward Willard,

and we'll team up with the
National Guard over there,

and then we'll be able to
give a more definite view.

Thank you very much,
Chief McClellan.

This is Bill Cardille,
WIC-TV 11 News.

Thank you, Bill,
for that report.

Official spokesmen
declined to speculate

just how long it may take to
kill off all the flesh-eaters

so long as the heavy ra...

(ominous music)

Is the fuse box
in the cellar?

I don't know, I...

It isn't the fuse.

The power lines are down.

Helen,
I have to get that gun.

Haven't you had enough?

Look, two people are dead
already on account of that guy.

Take a look out that window.
Look at--

(ominous music)

Get over here, man!

Come on!

Go ahead!
Go ahead!

You wanna stay up here now?

Helen, get in the cellar.

Get in the cellar now!
Move!

(gunshot)

Aah! Oh!

(whimpering)

(whimpering)

(screaming)

Karen?

Karen?

Karen.

Hope that kid's not
still breastfeeding.

Oh, baby...

Baby...

(whimpering)

Come on, Mommy,
let's play spades!

(screaming)

No!
No!

No!

No, no!

No!

No, get out!

No! No!
Johnny!

No! No, no!

Oh, help me,
help me!

Oh, help!

Help me, please!

(gun cocking)

(gunshots)

(gunshot)

(zombies moaning)

(birds chirping)

(police radio transmission)

Hey, Vince, Bill,
you wanna get

about four or five men
and a couple dogs?

There's a house over here
behind those trees.

We wanna go check it out.
Right.

You still here, Bill?

Yeah, Chief, we're going
to stay with it

'til we meet up
with the National Guard.

Where'd you get
the coffee?

One of the volunteers.

You're doing all the work--
you take it.

Thank you.

We should be
wrapped up here.

About three
or four more hours,

and we'll probably get
into Willard's end.

I guess you can
go over there

and meet
the National Guard.

Nick, you and
the rest of these men

wanna come with me?

Bill, I'm checking the office
to see what's happening.

All right, Steve-- tell 'em
we're going to stay with it

and everything appears
to be under control.

(dogs barking)

(dogs barking)

(gunfire)

They need you
down there by the barn.

Okay.

You guys can follow
the wagon down.

I only need a few men
to check out the house.

Somebody had
a cookout here, Vince.

Yeah, sure looks
like it, Con.

(sirens wailing)

(sirens wailing)

(man shouting)

(gunshots)

(gunshots)

He's a dead one.
Get up here!

Nick! Tony!
Steve!

You wanna get out
in that field

and build me a bonfire.

You-- Drag that out of here
and throw it on the fire.

Nothing down here.

All right, go ahead down
and give 'em a hand.

Let's go check out
the house.

There's something there.
I heard a noise.

All right, Vince.
Hit him in the head.

Right between the eyes.
(gunshot)

Good shot.
Okay, he's dead.

Let's go get him.

That's another one
for the fire.

(police radio transmissions)

Over.

All right,
send the wagon through.

(overlapping chatter)

Roger, here comes
the wagon.

George, George!

Keep those dogs
back off of those things.

Move more quickly!

(helicopters flying overhead)

**

Come ahead with
the motorcycle, please.

Let's go, men!

(overlapping chatter)

Hey, Randy, light these
torches over here.

Get those people in
the back-- way in the back!

**

Well, that was
"Night of the Living Dead."

Now, I don't know if I should
thank George Romero or spank him

for starting
a stampede of sequels.

I mean, if he'd made it right
the first time,

he wouldn't have had to make it
over and over and over again.

I mean, Steven Spielberg
never made no sequels.

Oh, well, except for that
"Minnesota Jones" movie.

So, I think from now on, there
should be a ban on all sequels,

starting with "Spider-Man."

Oh, but then, I'm secretly
in love with Stan Lee,

and we're partners
in kamikaze,

and if nobody made any sequels,
I'd be out of a job.

So I say, hit it!

**

* Up up with sequels

* You see 'em
wherever you go *

* Up up with sequels

* They're the same storylines
you know *

* If more people
made more sequels *

* Then that equals some more
prequels and more sequels *

* In the sequel of life

Unpleasant dreams.

**

* Up up with sequels

Sing along!

* You see 'em
wherever you go *

* Up up with sequels

* They're the same storylines
you know *

* If more people
made more sequels *

* Then that equals some more
prequels and more sequels *

* In the sequel of life *