All language subtitles for Granny of the Dead 2017 720p

(clanking)

(groovy jazz music)

(bell ringing)

(bells tolling)

(flashbulb popping)

(owl hooting)

(eerie music)
(ravens cawing)

(bells tolling)

- [Narrator] A small town and
no one can flee from betrayal.

And evil is looming too,
he writes their tale.

From deep within hell

a curse rises up,

to strike down the old and never give up.

The elderly dead will
smell blood in the air,

eating flesh of the young,

and the world will despair.

(screaming)

(growling)

(howling)

(orchestral music)
(birds twittering)

- [Ceri] Ed, where's Gem?

- Babysittin'.

- I know where she is, I was just

checkin' to see if you knew.

- I know where she is.

(bell tolling)

- I do miss this place.

- I don't miss this
church, it creeps me out.

- I miss my mum's apple pie.

- I miss your mum's apple pie.

- We used to have some wicked
Halloweens here, didn't we?

- Before, but nothing ever happens.

We should do something.

- Fancy dress?
- Whoa,

shocker'd Freddy, I got the claws.

- I've got a sheep costume.
(groans)

- I want it.

- Do you remember your 18th birthday

when I said I was coming
as the invisible man?

And I just didn't show up?
(laughing)

- That was good, that,
no one saw you all night.

- You need a shave.

- So do you.

- Oi!

- I love the beard.
- Yeah, beards rock.

- I'm hurt.
- Ah.

- Oh, don't please grow a beard.

- Oh, I wish I could.
- (laughing) Aw.

- Now Gas can grow a bloody good beard.

Where the hell is he, anyway?

- I heard he's bangin'
a ripe little thing.

- I heard she's really filthy.
(laughing)

- I'm his best mate and he hasn't told me.

(rumbling)
(exclaiming)

- [Ceri] You know I don't like thunder.

- [Ed] You are just scared of everythin'.

(thunder rumbling)

- Right, I'm off, got work in the mornin'.

Don't forget the parents
are back tomorrow,

and Nan's still ill, so.

Mm, look after her.

Just for one more day, please.

Otherwise I'll be in shit, too.

- Shadow on the wall.
(snarling)

(gasping)

(eerie music)

(creaking)

- Why are you here?

(screaming)

- [Corey] Come on!

(screaming and whimpering)

(discordant music)

(cracking)
(exclaiming)

(choking)

(yelling)

(thunder rumbling)

(alarm beeping)

(tinny music)

(cat meows)

(sighs)

- Okay Nan, it's time to wake up.

(tuts)

Lazy cow.

Oh, shit!
(gurgling)

(cell phone chimes)

Look I need you to do something
for me, it's an emergency.

- Oh, it better be a bloody emergency.

(yelling)
(discordant music)

- [Ed] Don't hurt me!

(moaning)

- Zombies take over the planet? (laughing)

- Well, not sure about
the whole planet but

definitely our town.

Ah, no, no!
(raspy moaning)

Oh, Jesus, Jeez!

(howling)
Oh, by God!

- Okay listen up.

If this is for real, there's a few rules.

Firstly, do not leave your house.

In the first few hours of a zombie attack,

people will try to escape
because most people are dumb.

Roads will become a
mess, the town a panic.

Stay in your room, load up on weapons,

prepare to kick ass.

But stay put, and stay alert.

(grunting)
(groaning)

(yelling)
(raspy snarling)

(music-box music)

(cell phone chiming)
(snarling)

- Hey, boy.

- [Ed] Listen, Nan is from hell.

She's gone fuckin' mad, what do I do?

- Fuck!

Ed!

My neighbor's a zombie!

- Quick, go away.

(raspy snarling)

(thudding and squelching)

(snaps)

(squelching)

(gurgling)

(phone ringing)
Shit!

(phone ringing)

(snarling)

(shrieking)

- I'm locked in my room, the
whole town might be infected.

- No shit.

(phone ringing)
(clanking)

(snarling)

(squelching)

(gurgling)

(snarling)

- Billy!

- I can't really talk at the mo, my mum,

she's really pissed!

(dial tone hums)

(phone ringing)
(screaming)

(yelling)

(phone ringing)

- God.

I can see his brains!
- No no, no don't look,

don't look.
- Look away! (yelling)

(snarling)

(eerie music)

(exclaiming)

- She's gone.

- Okay.

So turn around and stay in your room.

- I'm gonna check it out.

- Okay what was the
point in phonin' me, huh?

(sizzling)

(snarling)

(snarling)

(crunching and slurping)

(screaming)
- Oh, my God!

(panting)

Shit!

Dai,

I'm back

in my room again.

- Good.

Idiot.

Now listen to me and stay put.

- Dude, I think Nan was
cooking up pancakes.

- Pancakes?

- Well, a fucked up pancake.

She's cooking up my cat, she--
- Yes!

Zombies will have some
sort of memories left over.

I think certain things
might trigger or stimulate

whatever memories it
has, and act them out.

But she's not all there, remember.

It's said, the earlier the zombie,

the more memories it has left.

But soon they'll all disappear,

and all that's left is its instinct

to eat the livings' flesh.

(ominous music)

(snarling)

(grunting)
(squelching)

(gurgling and groaning)

(grunting)
(squelching)

(grunting)
(squelching)

(yelling)
(squelching)

(grunting)

(cow lowing)

(grunting)
- Look.

Next thing you should
do is phone the police.

The zombie attack might
only be on your street

if you're lucky, so a bit
of help might come in handy.

But don't mention the zombie thing, okay?

- Right, what are you gonna do?

- Me?

I'm gonna stay put.

Load up on weapons,

and prepare to kick ass.

- [Operator] Hello,
Blackwood Police Station,

how can I help?
- Yes, uh,

my name is Ed, I live at
number nine, High View.

I've got a huge problem.

My Nan has gone crazy.

She's very old, and she
doesn't know what she's doing,

but she has a shotgun

and she's shooting up the house.

I need help, the bitch has gone mad.

- We take prank calls very seriously.

- Prank?

I am totally fucking serious,

my Nan has gone completely nuts.

She's been tryin' to kill me all morning!

- Look sir, wasting police
time is a criminal offense.

- What?

She's already killed my cat.

I loved little Moggy.

- Please, sir.

- Okay, all right.

I am wasting police time so

you'd best send someone
around here to punish me.

- Okay, just for the record,

are you saying that your
nan doesn't have a gun

and she isn't trying to shoot you?

- No, I have the fucking gun, bitch!

Now if I were you I'd send someone round,

'cause if you don't I'm gonna have to,

have to blow my nan's
goddamn head off instead.

(squelching)

(grunting)

(squelching)

- Oh,

holy shit!

- [Ed] What?

- I am seeing an old man
attacking the milkman!

- [Ed] What?

- Oh!

Oh, he's okay!

The milkman has survived.

Ha!

Well, not for long.

- [Ed] Why?

- He was injured.

Oh, we are in serious shit.

Oh, my God, Ed.

There is a group of old
zombies walkin' down my street!

How many zombies have you seen?

- Two, my nan and Zimmer frame lady.

Oh plus Corey said his
neighbor was a zombie, too.

- Hmm, he was old, right?

- Yeah.

- With all the Zimmers outside my window,

I've only seen old zombies.

- [Ed] Old zombies?

- Yeah.

Well in theory only the dead are turned,

but your Nan wasn't dead, right?

- No, but she was pretty ill.

- Then my guess is an infection
has spread over the town

but it's only taken the old.

The weaker will always get
infected first I guess.

- Well there was something else.

She had white eyes and then

and then she had black eyes.

Like she had a demon face.

My nan's a zombie demon!

- Really?

Then maybe it isn't an infection.

Maybe it's something supernatural

and the old can't fight it.

It's just a theory.

- You say the old get taken.

I can't help thinkin' one thing.

(staticky cell phone chiming)

- Ed.

This is Eddie, fuckin' hell?

- Gaz.

I need you to listen up and
tell me the truth, okay?

Are you still sleeping with Billy's nan?

- What?

Hey, that was a one-off.

I was weak.

She came on to me.

What kind of a friend do you think I am?

- Shit, Gaz, you're still shagging her.

(laughing)

- Oh, you know me too well.

Yeah, still bangin' the old bird.

I can't stop myself.

I love the elderly, dude.

It's a rush for me.

I'm at hers right now.

- Shit.

Right, I need you to listen to me.

You need to get out of there right now.

- I can't be stopped, Ed.

She's like a dirty little drug.

- Gaz, get the fuck out of
there, she's a fucking zombie!

- Zombie?

You cheeky fuck, she's not that old.

Anyway, uh, really have to go, Ed,

but I'll do you a favor,

leave the phone on so you can listen in.

She's a fuckin' screamer.

- You dick!

She's gonna fucking kill you!

- Not so--
(crunching)

(yelling)

What the devil is this
with fucking those teeth?

(yelling)

You fucking bitch!
- Gaz!

Gaz!

(snarling and yelling)

Gaz?

You okay?

Shit.

Fuck.

Fuck.

(cell buttons clicking)

Billy?

How's it goin'?

- Ed.

It's the worst day of my fuckin' life.

- Can't be that bad, mate.

- Well, I think me mum's from hell.

She's got a face like a demon.

It's funny.

My dad always said, "Your
mum's the fucking devil, son."

Couldn't get much worse than this.

- Yeah.

(thudding)
(yelling)

Shit!

(grunting)
(snarling)

(ominous music)

- Look, mate,

I am sorry about shootin'
your uncle in the face.

- It's all right.
- He was comin' right at us.

- He was trying to kill us.
- He was.

- Did you have to shoot my dog, though?

- Well,

you can't be too sure.

- But you, yeah you can.

- He had a look in his eye.

- He's always got that look in his eye.

He's got one eye.

(orchestral music)

(knocking at door)

(sniffing)

(doorbell ringing)

- Uh,

there's one to sign for.

I'll just leave it here, shall I?

(snarling)

(postman screaming)

(squelching)

(cell phone chiming)

- Dai.

Gaz is dead.

- No way.

- Not only that.

I think the police turned up.

There was a lot of screaming and now

there's nothing

but silence.

I don't get it.

The door was locked.

He must have got attacked from outside.

- In that case it's already started.

They've begun to roam the town.

- What am I supposed to do?

- Well, there's only
two things you can do:

secure the house and kill your nan,

or stay put and wait for
this to all blow over.

- I don't think I can kill my nan.

(orchestral music)

(low snarling)

(yelling)
(snarling)

(squelching)

(panting)
(gurgling)

(rattling)

(yelling)

(grunting)

(music-box music)

Billy.

There's something I need
to tell you, it's been,

it's been buggin' me all morning.

- Trust me, Ed, nothing's
gonna bother me right now.

- Gaz has been shagging your nan.

- You what?

- See where I got your uncle?

Look, brains left.

(imitates screaming)

Brainy, brainy, brainy.

Brainy.

- It's too soon for that.

- Brainy.

- It's too soon.

(yelling)

- Got a prank call, number nine.

Possible crazies with shotguns.

- Shotguns?

Shit.

Only the other night I was
watchin' Hobo with a Shotgun.

Seen it?

- No.

Any good?
- Awesome.

Craziest fucked-up film I've ever seen.

(ominous music)

I need help

at number nine High View--
- Sir?

- and there's--
- You okay?

- a man here without a hand.
- You all right, sir?

- Right, I'll go around the
back, keep an eye on him.

- Sir, can you turn around please?

Sir, can you tell me what happened?

Sir, stay right there!

Don't fuckin' move.
(groaning)

I said stay there, sir!

Stay there!
(gunshot booming)

Fuck.

(gunshots booming)

(roaring)

Oh, Christ!

(gun clicks)

(sirens wailing)

(knocking)

(grunting)

- Up here!

Up here.

Whoa, don't shoot me!

- Keep still.

Right, what the fuck's going on?

We've had reports of
man here with a shotgun.

- Uh, not exactly,

but there is a mad old woman
in there, trying to kill me.

She's in the house somewhere.

- She has a shotgun?

- Uh.

Yeah.

I'd shoot to kill, she's gone insane.

- Get back, get back!

(screaming)

Shit.
(gunshots booming)

(screaming)

(yelling)

(snarling)

Shit!

(squelching)
(screaming)

(creaking)

(creaking)

- Shit!

Where is she?

Have you seen her?
- No.

You mind telling me what the hell that is?

- That

is my dead cat, Moggy.

Sleeping in a pile of shit.

- What's really goin' on here?

- The truth is

my nan's a zombie.

- A zombie?

- Yeah,

and she ate my cat.

(yelling)
Shoot the bitch!

(yelling)
(gunshots booming)

She's gone.

(snarling)
(yelling)

- [Policeman] Oh, no!

Oh, my God.

(panting)

- Why didn't you shoot him?

- Shoot him?

You mean my fuckin' partner?

- He's a zombie!
- Ah,

back the fuck off, zombies.

They're bullshit.

Let me think a second.

- While you think about
things I'm gonna take a shit.

- You take a shit and I'll shoot you.

- What?

Fuck.

- Hello, come in.

This is Harvey here,

we have a real serious
situation, I need back-up.

(static hissing)
Hello?

Officer TS5291.

I need assistance, come in.
(staticky snarling)

What the fuck is going on?

- It's spread.
- What, the zombies?

- They've taken over the old,

now it looks like the
whole village is infected.

- Infected, by zombies?
- Yeah.

- Well you got a signal
on that phone of yours?

- Oh, not yet.

(exclaiming) One bar.

Ah, two. (laughing)

(yelling) Oh, my God, no!

(grunting) Bugger, bugger, bugger, bugger!

(snarling)

- [Will] Look, hurry.

- [Johnny] Get off, me,
I'm trying to get in.

(snarling)
Ah, for fuck's sake.

(grunting)

- Boom!
- Ah, get him, get him.

(thudding)
(snarling)

(giggling)
(gunshots booming)

(snarling)
(gunshots booming)

We've got a big gun now.

(speaks faintly)

(snarling)

Oh, Christ.
(gunshots booming)

(humming)

(groaning)

- [Ed] Sorry, I cant
hold it in any longer.

(yelling)
(splashing)

(farting)
(groaning)

Oh, my gosh. (sighing)

There.

So,

what's the plan?

- I'd rather you didn't
speak to me when you're,

when you're takin' a shit.

- We need a plan.

- Yeah, well let's not rush into anythin'.

We've got to have a real good plan.

- We use that gun and shoot our way out.

(Harvey groans)

- Look, I don't think running
out of here with guns blazin'

is a good idea.

- We could just

wait for help?

- I don't think I can wait.
- Yeah,

me neither.

- (groaning) Jeez.
- Sorry.

- Distract my friend 'cause I'm going.

- What about the plan?
- Fuck the plan.

- I'm sorry.

No, wait wait, what's goin' on, wait.

- Fuck, my partner's out there.

- But my nan's that way.

- Well I don't wanna kill him.

- Well I don't wanna kill her.

- We're goin' that way.

(ominous music)

(snarling and moaning)

- Did you hear that?
- What?

- Did you hear that?
- What?

- [Voice] It's Jan.

- It's Jan.

- Jan who?

- Jan?

- [Voice] Help me!

- There it is again.

- Shut up, you're makin' me willies.

- It's comin' from the livin' room.

- Come on.
- It's my neighbor doin' that,

he may be one.

Wait, man, I don't think
this is a good idea.

- [Voice] Help me.

(snarling)

- There!
(yelling)

(both yelling)

(squelching)

Shoot her.

(ominous music)

(screaming)

(Ed grunting)
(snarling)

Why is she so strong?

(snarling)
Shoot her!

Why aren't you shooting her?

Just shoot her!

(gunshots booming)
(snarling)

(phone ringing)

- Gem.

- Ceri, thank God!

Did you make it out?

- I made it.
- Where are you now?

- Um, not too far away.

I'm at the edge of the woods.

(twig snaps)

- [Gem] Ceri?

- I think there's someone here.

- What?

Then get out of the woods.

Get out of the woods, run!

Run!

(ominous music)

(Ceri gasping)
(zombie groaning)

(squelching)

(gurgling)

- I don't think you
should be moving the body.

- I can't have her lyin' out there.

Any neighbor could pop
out his door and see this.

- She is your neighbor.

(snarling)

I don't wanna take her, what
if a neighbor finds her?

(speaks faintly)

(yelling)
(snarling)

There!

Fuckin'...

I think she's blamin' me.

I,

she could've killed me already.

She still remembers me.

- Come on.

Let's get outta here.

- (gasping) Fuck!

(snarling)
Didn't see him.

- Conserving bullets.

(snarling)
- Good thinking.

Oh, shit.

- What?
- I forgot my club.

Where is he?

Do you think he's toying with us?

- Zombies don't toy with you.

(ominous music)

Clever girl.
(gunshot booming)

(yelling)
(snarling)

(gunshots booming)
(yelling)

(guns clicks)
(snarling)

(yelling and snarling)

(ominous shrieking)
(Ed grunts)

- No! (grunts)

Nan! (grunts)

Shit!

(snarling)
(yelling)

Nan!

(thumping)
(snarling)

(eerie whispering)

Fuck.

Shit.

Dai.

Things have really hit the fan here.

- For once you're right.

Don't think it's just
the village any more.

More like the county, South Wales even.

TV and internet signal's down,
I can't get any outside info.

Luckily the phone signal's still up.

How's your situation goin'?

- Not too good.

I swear, I've seen some weird shit.

- Why are you whisperin'?

- [Ed] I don't know.

- I've noticed a few different types.

You've got your slow zombie,
normally with white eyes.

Then you've got your fast
zombie, normally with black eyes.

The supernatural thing's starting to look

like the right theory, though.

I think they're fastest when
the demon has hold of them.

Need to start thinkin'
about securin' your house

and getting ready for the long haul.

- What do you mean?

Killin' my nan?

Stockin' up with food, and

and loading up with weapons?

(stomach rumbling)

Stockin' up with food first, I think.

- Okay.

You stock up, kill your nan.

I'm gonna try and get
word from the outside.

Oh!

Hello!

- [Ed] What?

- Just saw a guy get his arm ripped off.

(ominous music)

Oh, call you later.

(engine groaning)

- Shit.

(diesel engine rumbling)

(snarling)

Shit.

(yelling) Shit!

(snarling)

Look you, what are you doin'?

(yelling)

- Shit!

- [Dai] It's said, the earlier the zombie,

the more memories it has left.

But soon, they'll all disappear

and all that's left is its instinct

to eat the livings' flesh.

(sniffing)

- Ah, stupid.

Shit.

Fuck.

(exclaiming)

(door latch clicks)

(sniffing and grunting)

(slurping)

(snarling)

(grunting)
(blows thudding)

(snarling)
(laughing)

(grunting)
(blows thudding)

(snarling)

(ominous music)

Oh, fuck!

(eerie choral music)

(yelling)
(snarling)

(shards clattering)

No, no, oh fuck!
(snarling)

(grunting)
(snarling)

(somber music)

(grunting)

(sirens wailing)

(gasping)

- Ed.

- Phil.

(snarling)

(music-box music)
(footsteps echoing)

(footstep echoing)

(thudding)
(exclaiming)

(snarling)

(whimpering)

(yelling)
(squelching)

(gurgling)

(yelling)
(squelching)

(sirens wailing)

- It's time.

- [Ed] Dai,

it's getting fucking worse.

- From what I'm seein' here,

you don't wanna leave your room again.

- [Ed] Well it's too bloody
late now, I'm on the roof.

- The roof?
- Yeah,

I got chased out my own house.

- [Dai] You need to get back
in there and secure the house.

- What?

- I'm safe, secure,
I've got plenty of food.

Well, I say food.

A dozen pot noodles,
snacks and tinned stuff.

Should keep me going for a bit though.

And Elen's on the way over.

Hey, how's your girlfriend
taking all this?

- Oh, shit!

Hey, sweetie.

- Don't you hey sweetie me, you bastard.

Why haven't you called?

- Why didn't you call me?

- Because I'm still
mad at you, that's why.

And just because it's the end of the world

it doesn't mean I'm
gonna forgive you, okay?

- I'm sorry I didn't
call you sooner, babes,

but my nan's been trying
to kill me all day.

Will you wait a sec?

Where are you?

- I'm in the car.

I'm fine, by the way, thanks for askin'.

- Fuck!

If you're in your car why
don't you just drive to mine?

- Well, when when I ran out of the house

I was chased by my uncle Rod,

and when I opened the
car door, I panicked, and

I left the keys in the door.

- [Ed] Your uncle's still there?

- [Gemma] Yeah.

- Okay wait a sec.

- Ed?

I'm scared.

I'm sorry I was so harsh with you.

I wish you was here to protect me and all.

- Right.

I'm gonna get down off this roof,

kill a few zombies on the way,

I'm gonna come for you, and
I'm gonna save the fucking day.

- You mean it?
- Yeah, damn right!

- I love you.

(ominous music)

(snarling)

(squelching)

(gasping)

(bones cracking)

(squelching)
(gasping)

(squelching)
(yelling)

- Hiya, love!

(suspenseful music)

(snarling)
(gasping)

(uptempo rock music)

(snarling)

- [Ed] Shit!

Shit.

(yelling)

(blow thudding)

Fuck it!

♫ The rising of the dead

♫ The rising of the dead

♫ Listen to what I say

♫ The rising of the dead

- (exclaiming) What the fuck?

- Sorry, Ed, thought you
was one of those things.

- Really fuckin' hurt.

♫ The rising of the dead

(Ed sighs)

Shit.

(Ed grunts)

- Fuck you, Mum, and
you have got a mustache!

- Billy!

Are you okay?

- No, my mum's a fuckin'
bitch and my nan's a whore!

- Oh, shit, Billy, calm down.

- And those things have
got me out of the house!

- It's all right, it's all right.

- What the fuck's that?
- A gun.

I found it round the block, you know.

- Let's have a look.
- I'm as good as packin'.

- What, can I borrow it?
- Oh, no, sorry it's mine.

Why don't you just get
back in there, be a man,

and just throw her ass out!

(yelling)
Come on, Billy!

Go on!

Oh, Billy?

Shit.

(soft music)

No fuckin' way.

Ah.

(exclaiming)

(grunting)

(foot thudding)
(squelching)

(snarling)

(tires squeal)
(thudding)

(crashing)

Oh, shit!
(screaming)

Fuck!

(suspenseful music)

Okay, come on.

Okay.

(snarling)

(suspenseful music)

(exclaiming)
(metal clanging)

(snarling)

(metal clanging)
(dramatic music)

(Ed yelling and grunting)

(snarling)

(yelling)

(thudding)

(wheezing)

(shrieking)

(yelling)
(metal clanging)

Fuck the fuck off.

(grunting)

(snarling)
(choral music)

Fuck.

(Ed grunting)

Come on!

Oh, son of a bitch.

You want a fight?

You're gonna get one.

(snarling)

(squelching)

(snarling)
(grunting)

(squelching)

(thudding)

(squelching)

(uptempo spiritual music)
(snarling)

(squelching)

Where are you?

(thunder rumbling)

(eerie snarling)

(eerie squealing and snarling)

(gunshots booming)

(exclaiming) God, get off.

(shrieking)

(screaming)

Oh, God, oh.

(spiritual music)
(Ed screaming)

(yelling) Go make pancakes
in hell, you bitch!

(squelching)

(sighing and panting)

(soft music)

(helicopter rotors faintly whirring)

(sirens wailing)

(sirens wailing)
(soft music)

- Ed?

Is Gemma here?

I got her a present.

- Shit!

- Watch it.

What the...

- Gotta save the fucking--
(yelling)

(Ed groans)
(Gemma gasps)

- Oh!

I'm so sorry, are you all right?

- I think I bruised my ass.

(groaning)

- Oh, where?
- Ah! (exclaiming)

Oh shit.

Quick,

in the car.

- What?
- In the car.

- [Gemma] What?

- No no, I'll drive.

Don't do this now, you piece of shit!

(groaning)
(gasping)

(engine groans)

Fuck!

(screaming)
(policeman mumbling)

(yelling)

Shit.

Is that Corey?

(dramatic music)

- Jesus!

- [Ed] Come on!

Oh, my God.
- Fuck.

- Shit.

- You seen that, it was
fuckin' inches away.

(yelling)

Fuck it, oh God!

(demented circus music)

Ah, fuck it!

- Ed, Ed, Ed.

- [Ed] Fuck, get in, get in, come on!

- Move, move your finger!

(yelling)

- Help!

(yelling)

(groaning)

(snarling)

- (chuckling) Is there something
you should be telling us?

- Yeah, there's zombies everywhere.

- Everywhere.

- Aw, shit.

My parents.

Hey, don't, don't, Dad!

Get something sharp!

(snarling)

- [Father] The boy's jumped on him.

Oh, he's jumpin' all over him.

- It's a zombie.

You need to destroy its brain!

Quick!
(snarling)

- [Father] Oh, boys,
this is not good, right?

(yelling)
(snarling)

What do we do out there, eh?

- [Ed] Quick!

(snarling)

Quick!

- Over there, over there, over there!

- Oh, my God.
- The head, shoot it!

- Oh, okay, I'm firin'!
(gunshots booming)

- Hit her in the head!
(blows thudding)

(gunshots booming)

Get it in the head, man!
- I'm tryin', all right.

- Bugger!

- Will, I am very stressed out right now!

Try and move back!
(gunshots booming)

- [Will] Ah, quick!

What the--
(gasping)

What the fuck, man?

- Ed.

Get off of him, man.

(yelling)
(snarling)

- Oh God, oh God, no!

Oh!

Oh God!

(squelching)

Get off me, oh fuck, oh.

(snarling)

(clattering)

- Ed!

- Look, look it's Billy!

- Oh, fuckin' hell!

(snarling)

(gunshots booming)

- [Billy] What the fuck, Johnny?

You sick bitch.

(gunshot booming)

(yelling)

(Ed exclaiming)

- Dave!

(squelching)

(slow music)

(yelling)

- Shoot him, shoot the
fucking thing, shoot them!

(yelling)

Do you have ammo, get the ammo on you!

Oh, you fucking idiot!
(screaming)

It's goin' off, Christ almighty.

Run man and get her!

(gunshots booming)

- Oh, God.
- Get up, get up, get up.

(snarling)
(gunshots booming)

(sizzling)

(choking)

(yelling)

- Billy, you're a fucking fool!

- [Will] Get out of the way!

(gunshots booming)
- Stop the car.

Stop the bloody car,
woman, will you do it?

(tires squealing)

(thudding)

(soft music)

(snarling)

(choral music)

(coughing)

(groaning)
- Jesus!

- (exclaiming) Look, he's all right!

- Bleeding.

(groaning)

- No, wait.

I'll do it.

(shotgun clicks)

(gunshot booming)

(flames crackling)

(soft music)

- I love you.

- Shit.

- Hey.
- Oh fuck, no.

Careful, jeez.

(exclaiming)

Right in the eye.
- Sorry.

(music-box music)

- Don't touch him!

- So.

You're sayin'

this all started with the olds, yeah?

- That's the theory.

- But

doesn't your brother work
in an old people's home?

- Yeah.

Oh,

shit!

(pop guitar and string music)

(piano music)