Original subtitles

(GUN CLICKS)

(METAL SCRAPES)

MAN: Ready? Let's do this!

(SHRIEKS)

(GUNSHOT)

(SNARLS)

Come on, you fuckin' zombie!

Yep!

- I'm out! - Same!

Come on.

Come on!

(MELODRAMATIC MUSIC)

MAN: I got a story to tell.

Yesterday, I went pig hunting

with my brothers, Mulla and Tony.

I drove the car.

Tony brought his blues guitar.

Mulla brought his favourite rifle.

And I brought my mean little sawed-off pistol-grip 12-gauge.

(CHUCKLES)

We went bush.

There was a strange feeling in the air.

Dead silent.

That night, I... we made a fire.

Like I usually do.

We just sat there, barely talking.

Then Mulla sees it.

Min Mins. Shooting stars. Everywhere.

I look up and I see them lighting up the sky.

And I'm scared.

I get a feeling.

I get a feeling right... here.

That night, it took me ages to go to sleep.

And when I did, I dreamed bad things.

I woke up in the morning. Mulla and Tony were gone.

Then I saw blood trails.

I followed them. I saw Mulla.

He was dead.

I look out into the bush and I see Tony.

I call out to him.

Tony!

Then he turns.

That's not me brother.

Then he come at me.

And I just run, yelling at him to stop.

But he just keeps coming!

After a while, I get tired

and I just start walking.

Must have went like that for hours.

Me walking and him chasing.

Then I turned and aimed the gun.

Took out his legs.

I blew his knee cap off.

Then he starts crawling at me.

I aim for his head.

I couldn't do it.

I shoulda shot him.

Barry.

You got any stories?

This morning, I shot my wife and child with a nail gun.

I don't know how to make that into a story.

Uh-uh! Get rid of it.

Wash your hands.

(SIGHS)

So I told Kaitlyn that Teah kissed Jason,

but Jason's not officially going out with Kaitlyn.

Like, they're just friends.

But he also told Angie that they were 'friends with benefits' type deal.

(LAUGHS) So I don't know what to believe.

Jason told Max that they were, like, going steady.

Come on, Meganne. Hang up the phone.

One second.

So, like, Teah's, like, "Oh, my God, everyone thinks I'm a slut."

- Meganne! - Hey!

And I'm just like, "No, they don't." But they so do.

- Watch your language, please. - Put your phone away.

I'm talking to Lisa.

I don't care if you're talking to Jesus.

Off the phone or you'll lose it.

- Do as you're told. - I gotta go, Lisa.

Mum's having a hissy fit.

OK. Laterz.

- (BURPS) - Oh, Barry!

You're a full grub, Dad.

Can you not be a barbarian, just for three minutes?

- I'm sorry, babe. - (SLURPS)

Meganne, come on. Eat properly.

(BARRY LAUGHS)

(WHISPERS) Night-night.

(SIGHS)

(RAUNCHY BLUES MUSIC PLAYS)

- (LAUGHs) - Stop it!

You're crazy.

- (SHRIEKS) - Yes.

- (CAMERA CLICKS) - Yep. Nice, Charlie.

- (SNARLS) - Yes. Nice.

Do that one more time for me, babe.

- (MOANS) - Charlie? Shit.

- Hon, what's the matter? - (COUGHS)

- What... the fuck is that? - (CONTINUES COUGHING)

- Charlie? Charlie? - (MOANS)

- (SCREAMS) - Fuck!

(CONTINUES SCREAMING)

Charlie. (SCREAMS)

(SNARLS)

(SCREAMS)

(GRUNTS)

(CONTINUES SHRIEKING)

(SNARLS)

(GRUNTS)

(SNARLS)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTS)

(DISTANT SCREAMING)

- (DISTANT SCREAMING) - (PHONE VIBRATES)

- Yeah? - Oh, Barry, thank fuck!

Fuck, are you OK? Is Annie and Meganne safe?

Brooke?

Listen, I don't know what the fuck is going on.

Everyone is turning crazy.

Cherry and Charlie just turned. Their eyes!

- Their eyes went fucking white. - Just slow down.

I had to chop off Cherry's head with a goddamn shovel.

Whoa, whoa. Calm down. Where are you?

I'm in the studio in Bulla Bulla.

Barry, listen, you gotta get somewhere safe, man.

You gotta get outta the city. Like, fuck.

(SCREAMS)

Chock?

MEGANNE: Daddy?

There's someone in the kitchen.

Barry...

No, just... Barry, just wait here.

Just call the police.

Call the cops.

(DOOR CREAKS)

(SNARLING)

Little help!

(SCREAMS)

Get this thing off me!

Get the axe. Get the fucking axe!

Go! Hurry up! What are you waiting for?

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)

Meganne, get in the bedroom! Go, go!

(BARRY GROWLS)

- (THUD!) - (SQUEALING)

- Straight to the car. - Mm-hm.

(GRUNTS)

Barry, come on!

Go, go, go, go, go, go!

(STARTS ENGINE)

Shit.

Meganne, get in the back, honey.

- Keep your seatbelt on. - Good girl, Meganne.

Hold on.

(THUD!)

(CRUNCH!) - Shit!

- (ZOMBIE SNARLS) - Shit.

- Barry! - Close your eyes, honey.

(MOANS SOFTLY)

(SCREAMS)

(GASPS)

(AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE)

(SCREAMS)

(GUNFIRE)

(GUN CLICKS)

(SCREAMS)

MAN: Clear!

(GRUNTS)

(ROARS)

The fuck are you doing?

Oi! We can ball-gag ya or you can shut up.

So just relax. This is for your own good.

(GROANS)

(PANTS)

See this? This is going to go into your neck.

And if you keep struggling,

you're gonna rip up your own veins.

OK?

Mm-hm.

- Keep it still. - (MOANS)

- (WHIMPERS) - Good, good.

That's a good girl.

Is she good?

She's good.

Let's put her out.

(GRUNTS)

What the fuck did you do that for?

Looks like we're gonna have to put her out

the old-fashioned way, Sarge.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!

(GASPS)

Meganne, put your mask on.

Get her mask on.

Meganne, sweetie, you have to put... Meganne?

Barry, stop... Barry, stop the car. Stop the car!

Meganne! She's not breathing.

- Meganne! Meganne? - Come on, sweetie. Come here.

(SNARLS)

(SCREAMS)

Come on.

(STARTS ENGINE)

Barry...

- No, keep that on. Keep it on. - No. No!

I can feel it.

(SCREAMS) No!

Here, quick.

Come here.

(SNIFFLES) I love you so much.

I love you.

(PANTS)

I'm sorry.

Ahh! No!

(SNARLS)

Darling... stay back.

Stay back!

Stay back!

(PULLS TRIGGER)

(SOBS)

(SNARLS)

(MUTTERS) I'm sorry, baby.

(CLICK!)

(SCREAMS)

(MOANS SOFTLY)

(MOANS SOFTLY)

(MACHINE BEEPS STEADILY)

(SNARLS)

(MOANS)

Ooh!

(UP-TEMPO MUSIC PLAYS)

SONG: ♪ Baby, babe, let's get together

♪ Honey, hon, me and you

♪ And do the things

♪ Oh, do the things

♪ That we like to do

♪ Oh, do a little dance... ♪

- (SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) - ♪ Make a little love

♪ Get down tonight

♪ Get down tonight

♪ Do a little dance, make a little love

♪ Get down tonight

♪ Get down tonight... ♪

No.

MAN: Hey!

Turn around.

Turn around, prick.

- Fuck off! - Hey, hey. Don't.

Fuck!

You're fucking normal.

(ZOMBIE SCREECHES)

Shit. Come on.

Mate, they are coming.

Hey, hey, hey! Hey, put the gun down.

Mate, it's just us. Don't...

Put it down.

Fuck. (GRUNTS)

What are you doing, mate?

(BOTH ROAR)

(SCREAMS)

(ZOMBIES SNARL)

(GRUNTS)

Give me the gun.

Mate, I don't wanna hurt you. Just give me the gun.

No.

Give me the gun.

Then fucking shoot me.

You wanna kill yourself?

Alright.

You do it.

(SUNNY POP MUSIC PLAYS)

SONG: ♪ If you're feeling down and low... ♪

(GLASS SMASHES)

Hey, hey, hey, hey. Put the bat down, alright?

Put it down. Look, mate, it's just...

Don't hit me with that. Mate, just put it fucking...

Alright. Here we go.

See? I've got one.

Mate, I don't wanna do this, OK?

Just put it down. See? Look.

I'll put mine... There. Nothing.

Yeah?

You don't need it. It's just us. Who you gonna kill?

Who? Out here? Eh?

Put it down, mate.

Put it down. Yeah?

I need you to get me to Bulla Bulla.

Alright. Let's go.

(MUTTERS INDISTINCTLY)

(SNARLS)

There it is. Look, look, look.

Fuckin'...zombie. Eh?

It's just... like, these zombies, you know, like...

Just fuckin'...

Just fuckin' can't get used to it in my head.

Fuck it. I'll fight it.

Oi! Where the fuck are you going?

Oi! Get back in the car!

Oi! Get back in the fuckin' car.

- Get back. Let's go. Get up! - Why can't we?

Get in.

Get in the car, idiot!

Get in!

Round 'em or through 'em?

Through 'em.

(ZOMBIE SCREECHES)

- (GAS HISSES) - Fuck. Hey, whoa.

Whoa, fuck. Whoa.

(ENGINE DIES)

Try that.

(ENGINE TURNS WITHOUT STARTING)

Nope. Nothing.

(BANGS ON METAL)

Try now.

(ENGINE TURNS WITHOUT STARTING)

Nope.

(ZOMBIE SCREECHES)

(GUNSHOT)

Hey.

(ZOMBIE SCREECHES)

What is it?

(GUNSHOT)

Fuck!

- Hey! - Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!

What, is he not a zombie?

No, he's not a fucking zombie!

Oh, shit! Oh, fuck me!

Is he alright? Is he OK?

What do you fuckin' think?

Looks pretty fucking dead to me.

Oh, his head's fucked.

(ZOMBIE SCREECHES)

(YELPS) Hey. Try this.

I'm keeping this.

You coming or what, mate?

Lead the way.

(SNARLS)

Booyah!

Why are you awake?

(DEVICE BEEPS RAPIDLY)

Ah! They're playing my song.

Will you excuse me?

(BEEPING STOPS)

(IMPLEMENT BUZZES)

- (ELECTRICITY CRACKLES) - (MOANS)

Good morning, sir!

Ah!

- (GRUNTS) - (IMPLEMENT BUZZES)

(DING!))

(BEEPS)

(MOANS)

(GIGGLES SINISTERLY)

I'm just fuckin' with you. (LAUGHS)

No, you're just due for another top-up.

No.

Now, you are one lucky, lucky, lucky little girl.

(SCREAMS)

'Cause you've stayed up past your bedtime,

you get to see what the adults do after dark.

Now, hold still.

Hold... still!

If I get this wrong, you could go into a seizure and die.

Huh?

Mm-hm. Mm-hm.

That's a good girl.

We only have to do this five more times.

(SCREAMS)

I want that truck.

Oi! Oi!

Can we come inside?

There's fuckin' zombies everywhere!

Yeah, OK.

How do we get in?

Alright!

Let 'em get close to ya, then run around 'em.

OK.

Just make sure that door comes up.

Run, ya bastards!

- Nice shootin', Ned. - Thanks, mate.

(THUD!)

Yeah, there's a lot of good shit in here we can use, eh?

What's that, mate?

That HiLux out the front- which one of youse owns it?

That HiLux ain't goin' nowhere.

Yeah? Why's that?

You drove from the city, right?

- Right. - Where's your car?

Broke down.

Engine trouble?

Yeah. Right.

I need to show you boys something.

Petrol, metho, kero. Alright?

Last time I checked,

they were flammable liquids, weren't they?

- How old's that stuff? - Brand-spanking-new, mate.

- We bought it last week. - So your car just stopped, eh?

Guess that'd explain it.

What the fuck?! Who's that?

That's Neville.

Oh!

Oh, that's fuckin' rank!

- He's fartin' out of his mouth! - It's weird, eh?

Oh, fuck it.

(WHISPERS) 'Night, Neville.

- Ooh, shit! - What the fuckin' fuck?

The bloods flammable!

Oi! Wake up, Neville.

Come on.

- We need petrol, right? - Right.

Wrong. We need fuel.

There's no way that could work.

There's one way to find out.

Let's get him out of there.

Righto, Kel, give it a crack now.

Fuck!

Come on!

(MOTOR STARTS)

- You beauty! - Good on ya, Neville!

If we can get that truck inside, we can definitely hook him up,

drive the fuck outta here.

That's gonna be a mission, but, eh?

Yeah, but it's doable.

We need to armour up.

Big-time.

Fuck yeah!

They're going for it!

- Ready? - Born ready!

Right. Let's do this!

Come on, you fuckin' zombies!

- I'm out! - Same!

(SCREAMS)

It bit it off! That thing bit me fuckin' nose off!

Frankie, how does it look, mate? Is me nose gone?

Is it bit off? Tell me, Frankie!

Yeah, there's not much nose left, mate.

(YELLS)

- Kel! - What is it?

Your fuckin' eyes, mate!

What about me fuckin' eyes, Frankie? What's up with 'em?

- Move out of the way, Frank. - Wait!

Wait! What are you fuckin' doin'?

- He's gonna turn any second. - He's a mate!

(SNARLS)

Get the fuckin' rope, Frank!

(ENGINE RUNS)

This is bullshit.

What the fuck is that?

This, my friend, is a gas-powered harpoon.

I built it for a mate so he can hunt sharks in Perth.

- Is that thing legal? - Don't be stupid!

Does it work?

I'd move out of the way if I were you.

Fuck me! Bullseye!

Once that door goes up, that's it, we're on our way.

Has everyone got everything they need?

- Yep. - Ready as we're gonna be.

Righto.

Wait a minute. Frank?

- Yeah, mate? - Did you turn the stove off?

Right. Let 'er rip, Benny.

(CRUNCH!)

(PANTS)

Hey!

What the fuck do you think you're doing?

Fucking kicked me in the balls!

Get him up on the wall and get out of my lab, you moron!

You call me a moron again, I'll fuckin' drop ya.

By which you'll be demonstrating your superior intellect.

Good comeback.

(CHUCKLES)

These people! Honestly!

- (SNARLS) - (LAUGHS)

Hmm.

Hmm.

Oi.

Should we stop for petrol?

I need to piss.

I need to piss.

You're gonna have to wait, mate.

Barry, that means "Pull the truck over so I can urinate."

Can't you hold on? We're nearly there.

Just be quick.

Mate, take the rifle.

Frank, I'm just taking a piss, mate.

- Take the fuckin' rifle. - (SCOFFS)

Fuck.

I can't hold a rifle and my massive cock

at the same time, Frank.

But if you wanna come out and hold one of 'em,

I'll be flattered, mate.

Fuck off!

(MOANS)

- Come on, Benny. Hurry up. - Don't pressure me, Barry.

It's gettin' dark out here.

Whoo!

- Hurry up, Benny, - (SIGHS)

- (SNARLS) - What the fuck?!

Ahh!

Get back in the truck, ya fuckin' idiot!

(SIGHS)

So, what did you learn?

- Never get out of the truck. - Let's get out of here.

You, uh, gonna put your cock away first?

- No! - Alright.

(ENGINE TURNS WITHOUT STARTING)

Oh, you're fuckin' jokin'!

Jesus, Mary and Joseph.

(MOTOR DOESN'T START)

- They're not makin' any gas. - He's empty, you reckon?

Nah, he's not empty. Have a look at 'em.

Last night, was Neville breathing the gas?

No. That only really started up this morning.

It's getting dark, eh?

Yeah.

They stop breathing the gas at night.

That's why they're faster. They're using it themselves.

(ZOMBIES SCREECH)

We're fucked!

Boys! Get in the fuckin' truck!

Get in the truck, Frank. Get in the truck.

Get your helmets on.

Oh, fuck me.

It's gonna be a long night.

What do ya reckon, Frank?

This the worst fuckin' nightmare of your life or what?

No fuckin' way, mate.

What the fuck could be worser than this?

About 15 years ago,

a doctor told me me son had brain cancer.

He was only seven years old.

Talk about shitting yourself.

He died in my arms.

That was way worse than this.

This is fuckin' nothin'.

Sorry to hear about that, Frank.

Yeah, well, these things happen, eh?

Baz?

So, what I've been wondering is...

...how come we're not like them?

How come we never turned?

Wormwood.

- What? - You never read the Bible?

Nah, man. I don't read that shit.

In Revelations, when the third angel blows his trumpet,

a star called Wormwood falls to the earth

bringing a disease that kills a fuckload of people.

That's pretty much the beginning of the end, biblically speaking.

When I seen those meteor showers last night,

and then in the morning,

all these dead bastards come running out of the bushes,

I figured we were pretty deep into that final judgment, you know?

- Yeah? - Yeah.

And when the end comes,

all the good folks go upstairs

and all the bad folks go downstairs

and there's a bunch of poor bastards left in the middle.

What happens to them?

Well, they undergo a trial by fire.

They get tested by God.

You reckon we're being tested right now?

Yeah. I reckon we are.

I fuckin' hate tests.

I'm gonna try and get some sleep.

If one of them bastards gets in here and kills me,

wake us up, will ya?

(ZOMBIES SNARL)

(ZOMBIES SNARL)

Uh! What the fuckin' fuck's going on?

- Fuck. - Is that fire?

- What happened? - I don't know.

I shot one in the face and the fucker lit up.

What'd you do that for?

If that fire reaches the compressor, we're stuffed.

You think I don't know that, Frank?

- I'm going up there. - No, you're fuckin' not!

There's a shitload of them things out there, mate.

What else am I gonna do?

Look, I'm gonna go out there and put the fire out.

- Fuck those things! - Take the helmet.

Put it on!

Let's do this.

Fuck you!

You ugly fuckers!

- Shit. - Barry!

What the fuck's going on?

Fuck!

Barry!

- (GUNSHOT) - I'm alright.

Lock it!

(SCREAMS)

Shit!

Ah! Fuck!

(SCREAMS) Fuck!

(FRANK SCREAMS)

Frank! Did it bite ya? Frank!

Did it bite ya, mate?

- The medical box! - Eh?

The fuckin'... The fuckin' medical box at your feet!

Oh. You want some bandages.

Open it!

Oh, beers.

You want a beer, Frank?

What do you fuckin' reckon?

(GROANS)

Take a drink.

Take a fuckin' drink!

Gimme some.

I can't do it.

I'm Catholic. I can't do it.

Come on, mate!

It's OK. It's alright.

I've had a good life.

Just make sure you do it while I'm still me.

I'm really sorry, mate.

Fuckin' do it!

Mind if I finish this?

(ZOMBIES SNARL)

(MOANS) Oh, fuck, man.

Fuck off, meathead!

Oh! Think I'm gonna spew!

Got a pounding hangover.

(GRUNTS) (MACHINE PURRS)

Oh, nice one!

Give me a hand with Frankie.

(WHISPERS) Come on.

- (ENGINE STARTS) - Nice one!

Let's get the fuck out of here, eh?

Yeah.

Let's do it.

You gonna say something?

What's there to say?

(CROW SQUAWKS)

(SPEAKS ABORIGINAL LANGUAGE)

What was that?

He's safe now.

That crow will come and take his spirit.

Nice.

Come on. Let's go.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(ELECTRICITY CRACKLES)

You boys military?

Yeah.

Do you guys know what's been going on here?

- You fellas A-negative? - What?

Course they're fuckin' A-negative, Thommo.

What's he talking about?

All we know is there is something in the air that's changing people.

Anyone with an A-negative blood type is unaffected.

That's obviously you fellas.

People with any other blood type? Not so lucky.

So, where are you boys headed?

- North. - We're going to Bulla Bulla.

Bulla Bulla? Why?

To get his sister.

That's a pretty bad idea. We've just come from Bulla Bulla.

It's not looking good. There's infected everywhere.

(ZOMBIE SCREECHES)

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Easy, fellas.

Alright, look, we're all friends here, OK?

We got a call from our captain about 10 minutes ago.

Now, he's in a roving unit just down the road, OK?

Now, he said he picked up

a couple more A-negative blood types.

Survivors, just like you two.

What was your sister's name?

Brooke.

Yeah, right. I'm pretty sure one of 'em was Brooke.

Well, how about I go and radio our captain and confirm that for you, eh?

Yeah, you do that.

Well, they've definitely got a Brooke.

Well, I wanna speak to whoever's on that radio.

Listen! Now, you hear me out. Just relax.

Hop back in your car and I will take you to your sister.

Just tell me where she is.

Look, mate, I don't even have time for this shit, alright?

There are about a million things I have to do right now.

And you boys, you're pretty low on my priority list.

So hop back in your car and you follow me - or don't.

Your choice. Thommo, we're rolling.

Well? What's it gonna be?

We'll follow you.

They seemed like nice blokes!

Or not.

I don't like it.

Don't like what?

Dunno.

But that guy's full of shit.

(STARTS ENGINE)

(MOANS)

(SCREAMS)

(GUN CLICKS)

(BEEPS)

Brooke!

It's time.

(JAUNTY MUSIC PLAYS)

Hmm.

Hmm.

(SCREAMS)

(SCREAMS)

(SHRIEKS)

(SCREAMS)

YOU!

(SAW BUZZES)

(SOMETHING CREAKS)

(GRUNTS)

What the fuck?

Those lying fucks. That's Brooke!

- Brooke! - Barry?

Shit.

Quick, jump!

Jump!

- Quickly! - (GRUNTS)

- Shit! - They're shootin' at us!

Go, go, go!

Hold on!

(BOTH SCREAM)

Whoo-hoo!

- Fuck! - What's that sound?

- Come on! - What's the problem?

I don't know.

- (COUGHS) - You OK?

What happened back there?

Oh, fuck me dead! Barry! They blew this joker's head off!

Shit.

We need to find a zombie fast.

Zombie? What do we need a zombie for?

This truck runs on zombies. No zombies, no truck.

Come on, you dead bastards! Come and get it!

Where are ya?

You want a zombie?

Yeah.

- I'll get you a zombie. - BARRY: Fuck!

Brooke, what the fuck's wrong with your eyes?

(ZOMBIE SCREECHES)

(SCREECHES)

Don't shoot him!

- (THUD!) - Shit!

Alright, what the fuck just happened then?

Where do you want him?

Back of the truck.

She can control fuckin' zombies!

What?

- Come on! - (YELLS)

What the fuck are we waiting for?

We need the fucking mask over that thing's mouth!

- What mask? - The blue fucking mask!

OK, go!

(SPEAKS ABORIGINAL LANGUAGE) Mulla! Mulla!

The joke's on me now, bro. (LAUGHS)

You OK?

Nah, I'm fucked. (GROANS)

Ahh! What the fuck are you doin'?

I'm putting pressure on the wound. It'll stop the bleeding.

Just fuckin' warn me next time, eh?

Sorry.

You're better-looking than your brother.

So are you.

I'm Brooke.

I know. I'm Benny.

Thanks for helping me out back there, Benny.

No problem, darlin'.

Nice to finally meet ya.

I wish I could say I heard a lot about ya,

but your brother there is a bit of a tight-lipped bastard.

(COUGHS)

Yeah.

I guess it runs in the family.

Hey, Barry?

Where's Annie and Meganne?

They're dead.

My brother Mulla, he's up there in the trees,

laughing at me, the bastard!

Barry, we're gonna have to pull over. Benny's not good.

Fuck.

Alright. I'm gonna pull off-road.

(BENNY GROANS AND GASPS)

There you go, mate.

It's a nice day for it.

Oi. I want you to leave me here, bro.

- Don't be stupid. - Listen to me!

Just give me a gun and plenty of bullets.

- I can take care of meself! - I know you can, mate.

But there's no bloody way I'm leaving you here.

Now, let's take a look at this thing, eh?

Shit.

You two gotta keep moving. You know that!

Fuck that bullshit.

Now, we're gonna patch you up and we're all leaving here together.

Nah! I'm not getting back in that truck!

- Yeah, you are! - (GRUNTS)

- Brooke? - (GROANS)

Brookie?! Shit.

Brooke!

You alright?

Oh, God. Fuck me, no.

Somethings happening to me.

(GASPS)

Come here.

I killed them both.

Could you do it for me?

I don't know if I can.

Give me the gun.

You hold my hand?

(GASPS)

(ZOMBIE SCREECHES)

Give me the gun. Run! Go!

Come on, fuckheads!

MAN: Wakey-wakey.

Call to your sister.

Go fuck yourself.

Thompson?

- (TWO GUNSHOTS) - (GROANS)

Rubber bullets.

They pack quite a punch, though, don't they?

You wanna know what the real one feels like, mate?

The real one feels like shit, Barry.

Call to your sister.

No, she'll be right.

Go and get the pliers.

Call to your sister.

Fuck you!

(MOANS)

(ZOMBIES SCREECH)

(SCREAMS)

Fuck me!

Ever seen 'em move that fast in the daytime before, boss?

- McGlaughlin? - Yes, boss.

- Take another nail out. - Stop!

(GROANS) Shit.

Put 'em on.

Oh, fuck this shit. Come on!

(YELPS)

Leave her alone, ya fuckin' bastards!

Shut up, dickhead!

Easy, easy.

Sorry about him.

(MAN WHISTLES) Listen up!

They want us to take the girl's head off and chuck it in the icebox for later.

Fuck yeah!

Actually, boss, I've got just the thing for this.

- It's over in the truck. - Go and get it now.

(WHISPERS) Hey, Benny.

You got those matches on you, mate?

- Yeah. - Give me 'em, hey?

Why?

- I'm gonna take us all out. - Hey?

See that compressor up there?

I'm gonna blow it up.

Be like a fuckin' atom bomb went off.

Can we talk about a possible alternative?

Got no time, mate.

We're dead anyway. You know that.

- I got a better idea. - Fuck's sake. What?

I let him up there bite me.

What the fuck are you talking about?

I've got a number-7 killer boomerang

hidden under the truck, sharp as fuck.

- A boomerang? - Yeah.

(ZOMBIE SCREECHES)

Your sister, she can control zombies.

Yeah, so?

So, I'll be... a zombie.

No.

That bloke she killed over there.

His gun.

- What? - (GROANS)

Benny, give me the fucking matches. Now.

You want a head taken off?

You use a fuckin' sword.

Where the fuck did you get that?

Who cares? Let's get this done.

Fuck yeah, boss.

Leave her alone, you fuckin' bastards!

Don't touch her!

Benny, they're about to chop my sister's fuckin' head off.

Give me the fucking matches!

- What about my idea? - What about your idea?

You're rambling. You're not making any fuckin' sense.

- I'm rambling, am I? - Give me the fucking matches.

McGlaughlin, you help me hold her. Thompson, you're cutting.

- With pleasure, boss. - You want the matches?

Fuck's sake! Now!

Here's the matches.

Fuckin' wanker!

Come on!

(BOTH GROAN)

Kill me, you bastard!

You're going down, ball-buster.

- (SCREECHES) - (ROARS)

One.

Two.

Three.

Drop the gun or they attack.

(GRUNTS)

Nooo!

Nooo! Nooo!

(SCREAMS)

You fuckers!

(GASPS)

Oh, fuck!

I'm guessing you're not an A-negative blood type, mate.

You're done, son.

Just a matter of time.

(SIGHS)

Well played.

There's more at stake here than you know, mate.

It's not about you or your sister.

Or your mates.

It's about the survival of the human fuckin' race, mate.

- Do you understand? - You're a piece of shit.

(GRUNTS)

You wanna fight me, mate?

I wanna rip your fucking head off.

Fuck it. You and me go round and round.

Come on, then. Take a fuckin' swing.

(GRUNTS)

Come on.

Come on, mate. Don't you fuckin' pussy out on me now.

Stand up.

Good boy.

(GROANS)

Now, I could snap your fuckin' neck in half right now.

Oh, you fuckin'...

Oh, fucking...

Never... Never, EVER, grab a man's balls in a fistfight.

It shows low character.

What about using a gun?

You're a fuckin' dog.

Dog, am I?

You're the fuckin' dog, mate!

- (GROANS) - Jesus Christ!

Fuckin' this shit is over, mate, alright?

I'm tellin' ya, some blokes... just don't know...

...when... to quit.

Well, there ya go. You're right back where you started.

Didn't exactly rip me fuckin' head off, did ya, mate?

(SNARLS)

Hey?

Shit.

They are fuckin' disgusting.

(GRUNTS)

Where are ya goin', mate? You were doing so fuckin' well.

And what are you gonna do with those?

(SCREAMS)

Oi!

(ZOMBIE SCREECHES)

(MELODRAMATIC MUSIC)

What the fuck?

Get down on the fuckin' ground and put your hands on your head.

So, what's in the truck?

Get down on the fuckin' ground now!

Wrong answer.

Motherfuckers!

(HEAVY METAL MUSIC)

(FUNKY MUSIC)