Land of the Dead

... dead people...

... the recently departed...

Unburied human corpses are returning to life...

and feeding on the living.

Stay inside.

Do not try to leave your homes.

They seem to survive by eating human flesh.

Everyone who dies will become one of them.

If you are bitten, you will just become one of them...

that much sooner.

They're not your neighbors and friends, not anymore.

My wife had a heart attack.

Got up and came after me like a banshee from hell.

I put a curling iron through her head.

... the head... ... the brain...

They must be destroyed as quickly as possible.

There's no time for funeral arrangements.

There's no time to dig up holes...

so you can drop these things in the ground.

As long as we're alive...

they ain't never gonna run out of food.

The day they do, it'll mean only one thing: We're all dead.

This is not only a local or a regional phenomenon.

Cities are under siege.

If these creatures ever develop the power to think...

to reason...

even in the most primitive way...

People are said to be establishing...

outposts in big cities...

and raiding small rural towns for supplies, like outlaws.

They're trying to be us.

No, they used to be us.

Learning how to be us again.

No way. Some germ or some devil got those things up and walking...

but there's a big difference between us and them.

They're dead.

It's like they're pretending to be alive.

Isn't that what we're doing, pretending to be alive?

He knows we're here.

Christ.

It's like he's talking to them.

Let's go.

A whole lot of trash this week. That's life, bro.

Whole lot of trash, trick is not to get in with it.

You any good with that, kid? Because I'm real good with mine.

Put it away, Charlie. Don't be so jumpy, kid.

What are you doing?

Watching your back. I don't like it when you go off without me.

I told you to get things ready. I got things ready...

then I come to watch your back.

Christ! This is like a bad dream.

I have bad dreams.

Hell, yes. Just look at me, you can tell I have terrible dreams.

Riley, what's your 20?

We checked out the town.

There's plenty of supplies, but a lot of walkers. Where's Cholo?

He dumped the trash, and he's on his way back.

We're ready to go in. Okay.

Put some flowers in the graveyard.

"Flowers in the graveyard. " Why do you call them that, Riley?

I don't get it.

These here flowers ain't the kind you lay down on the ground.

These here are sky flowers, way up in heaven.

That's why I love you, Charlie. Because you still believe in heaven.

Lord, yeah.

I mean, look.

Nice driving.

Riley, looks like God's left the phone off the hook, huh, baby?

Go get my ride. Get yours, too.

What's the matter? You look like shit, man.

Didn't I tell you not to bang chicks...

with problems worse than you? When are going to listen me?

You done? I'm never done, baby. Why?

The town's full of walkers.

Yeah, but every town is full of walkers.

No, these guys are not just walking. It's like they're communicating.

They're thinking, and there's something going on.

But they're dumb, Riley.

Well, hell. Dead folks is near as dumb as me.

You learned to make yourself useful, didn't you?

Yeah. That's what they're doing.

Make yourself useful.

You don't got one redeeming defect, do you, son, huh?

I got this! I got this! You got that? You got that, too.

Come on. Let's get to work before I forget what it is I do for a living.

Cholo, I'm talking to you.

All right, what? Things are changing.

Just be careful. We go in, we do our job...

and we get the fuck out of there. Everyone alive.

Now, you take command of this unit, you can run it any way you like.

But tonight, it's my last night out. I don't want any fuck-ups.

So, that's what it's about?

You're not going to dump these recycled delinquents on me.

I don't want to take command.

Because you know what? Tonight's my last night, too, baby.

Hey, you. Come here, you little nose-picker.

You been with Riley all day painting the town beige?

I'm gonna show you how it's done. Come on.

What'd he do, win the lottery or something?

Something.

How come you guys always go out at night?

Wouldn't it be safer in the daytime?

Fireworks, kid. Stenches can't keep their eyes off them.

Come on!

Yeah!

That sucker's mine, baby.

I got that one.

Number 1, how's the food? Mostly canned stuff.

I'd stay away from the fish.

Number 2, what's your location?

Drugstore.

Need an aspirin? I got a million of them.

Antibiotics. We need antibiotics.

They're gone. The sky flowers, they're gone.

That's not good, is it? No, it's not good.

Sorry, Riley, I should have seen that thing.

Nice shooting. That's good shooting, Charlie.

No such thing as nice shooting.

Pretty Boy, what the fuck is going on?

Fireworks are jammed. We're getting on it.

Shut her down!

Everyone, out of town.

Let's move! Go! Drive!

Go!

Two minutes!

Pretty Boy, lay down some cover.

Get on the guns!

I thought this was going to be a battle. It's a fucking massacre.

Cholo, we got a problem. Fireworks are down.

It's nice and peaceful, ain't it? Cholo, where are you?

I'm just getting some supplies, some essential supplies...

just like my job description entails.

Nothing in there but booze. Booze ain't essential.

A jug of good Kentucky goes for $1,500 back in town.

You've got to get out of there. Cholo?

God damn it!

All right, Foxy, shop till you drop, baby.

You know it, brother.

Yeah, 'cause getting them stinking drunk...

is the only way you're gonna get laid.

When's the last time you got laid? I forget.

Fox, I don't care about love. All I care about is money.

That's all I want, baby.

Yes.

Foxy!

I can't get a shot. Cholo, hold on.

I got him. Cholo, I got him!

Bro, do me a favor, will you?

Next time, just let me take the fucking shot.

Fucking cowboy. Stop being a pussy, man.

Yeah, I got what I need.

A little something extra, too.

Nice.

Here, kid, pick that up.

I'm bit. Yeah, you're bit.

Not gonna leave you here. Gonna get you out of here, okay?

No. I will not become one of those things.

Riley, step aside.

No, you put that thing away. Riley, come on. Step aside.

I said put it away.

This is Riley. Cease fire. Repeat, cease fire.

Let's pack it up. We're going to call it a night.

Shit happens, right?

Only if you let it, Charlie.

Life goes on at Fiddler's Green...

in the heart of one of America's oldest and greatest cities.

Bordered on three sides by mighty rivers...

Fiddler's Green offers luxury living in the grand old style.

Dine at one of six fine restaurants.

Look for that perfect gift in our fully-stocked shopping mall.

Man, they sure did used to make it sound nice.

Still sounds nice to me.

There is a difference between our place and other places.

If you can appreciate that difference...

You're not going to be around no more?

You little bitch, you can come up and party with me any time you want.

I hate going under the river.

Cholo.

Shit. Let's get out of here, Foxy.

Yeah, man. Back off, Riley.

Just back the fuck off 'cause I am not in the mood.

You think that kid was in the mood? Look, he knew the risk, man.

He took the job like we all took the job knowing the risk.

Exactly, the job. You know what the job is, Cholo?

It's to bring things in that people need.

Not to make a few extra bucks selling liquor on the street.

What, you're talking about this?

This is for me and my new friends, to celebrate.

That's what that's for.

A kid died out there on the street tonight...

so that you can fucking celebrate.

Riley, you know what you remind me of? You remind me of my old man.

A nice guy. I loved him and all that but he was a dumbass.

Never went for anything, so he never had anything.

What do you got, Riley? Nothing. I'm going to have my own place, man.

My own goddamn place.

You're dreaming, Cholo. They won't let you in there.

They wouldn't let me in there. We're the wrong kind.

Yeah, well, we'll see.

Isn't it time?