Zombieland: Double Tap (2019)
Hmph.
Welcome to Zombieland.
Back for seconds?
After all this time?
Well, what can I say, but thank you.
You have a lot of choices when it comes to zombie entertainment, and we appreciate you picking us.
So you know how Eskimos have a bunch of words for snow?
The only reason we've survived the last several years is we've gotten to know our bloodthirsty enemies better than we know ourselves.
In the time since we last saw you, zombies have evolved, so we've given them different names.
This lady here is getting chased by the dumbest Z there is, what we call a Homer.
In a world without YouTube, who isn't entertained by a Homer?
D'oh!
Unfortunately, for every Homer, there's a Hawking, as in Stephen.
Or maybe his slightly less accomplished sister, Beatrix, who's still got some brains left to figure sh*t out.
Open, open!
Clever girl.
Okay.
Last one.
Whoa!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, what was that?
Okay, all right.
Well, this time, let's play Name That Zombie.
Hello?
Hello?
The Ninja.
Silent, deadly.
The first thing you hear is your own scream.
You can imagine how thrilled we were to cr*ck the zombie code.
But life is about more than just survival.
Ever since we were evicted from our normal lives, I'd been searching for a place to put down roots.
My old pal Tallahassee has this saying, "Go big or go home." It's not his signature phrase, but it did give me an idea.
Why not go big... and go home?
End of passion play Crumbling away I'm your source of self-destruction Veins that pump with fear Sucking darkest clear Leading on Your death's construction Taste me You will see More is all you need You're dedicated to How I'm k*lling you Come crawling faster Obey your master Your life burns faster Obey your master Master Master of puppets I'm pulling your strings Twisting your mind And smashing your dreams Blinded by me You can't see a thing Just call my name 'Cause I'll hear you scream Master Master Master of puppets I'm pulling your strings Twisting your mind and smashing your...
Hail to the m*therf*cking chief.
There are worse places to hang your hat.
Casa Blanca.
Wait, why does he get to be president?
I would have made a damn fine president.
Kissed a few hands, shook a few babies.
You would have brought a real dignity to the office.
- Thank you.
- You don't have what it takes.
- I'll be president.
- Heh!
And I nominate Little Rock as my VP.
So that means I get to be president if you get k*lled by zombies.
That wasn't what I was thinking when I offered you the position, but yes.
I have this rule: Enjoy the little things.
Which is what we spent a lot of time doing in those early days at the White House.
And it was a really special time, making a house our home.
Happy birthday to...
sh**ting up, not to.
All right.
Nice!
Wichita and I fell into our own version of domestic bliss.
Well, not quite bliss, but domesticity to be sure.
Did Abe's blindfold fall off again?
No, it did not fall off.
I took it off.
It's so creepy.
He stares at us all night.
That stare emancipated the slaves, and ended the Civil w*r.
We should be grateful he's gawking at us.
Remember what happened the last time you took the blindfold off?
You made me sleep on the Lincoln couch?
Mm-hm.
- Is that better?
- Much better.
Good.
I love you so much, baby.
You are so gorgeous.
We really need to find you someone.
That's where you're wrong.
Any romance left in me belongs to the Beast here.
Okay.
Well, then we need to find someone for me.
Heh, heh, heh, shouldn't be a problem, long as you're open to dating zombies.
So you're saying what?
I'm never gonna find a boyfriend, or get married, have a family?
We're you family, so one out of three ain't bad.
Little Rock had a strong desire to leave the nest.
And let's just say Tallahassee wasn't the most understanding father figure.
Little Rock!
But for better or worse, we were a family.
And for the first time since the virus, we were living somewhere truly safe, making every day feel like...
Well, like Christmas morning.
Hello?
Ho-ho-ho!
Merry Christmas!
- Hey, Tal.
- Santa.
What would you like for Christmas, little girl?
A pony?
I'd like you to stop calling me "little girl." Well, technically, you are little and you're a girl.
I am not a little girl, but do you know what I would like?
I don't give a f*ck what you'd like.
Not to sound too sentimental, but those days at 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue may have been the best days of my life, and that's counting pre-Z.
Wait a second.
Oh, my God.
No.
A first-edition Tolkien, and you wrote in it.
There's my name, marring this perfectly preserved paper.
Thank you.
And yours too.
You didn't stop.
Thank you so much.
It's a bit touching.
Hey, you know, I couldn't find any wrapping paper, but don't worry about it.
Just tear it open.
It doesn't matter.
It's only Taft.
He was our fattest president, so there's a lot left over if you need some wrapping paper.
Columbus, I didn't get anything from you.
Just what I wanted.
Another g*n.
Oh, hey, well, not just any g*n.
A Colt .45.
And not just any Colt .45.
The King's.
- England?
Denmark?
Lichtenstein?
- There's only one king.
Elvis Aaron f*cking Presley, the greatest who ever lived.
The king of kings.
He gave this g*n to Nixon when he visited the White House, and I give it to you, locked and loaded.
Yeah, he used to sh**t that Colt in his backyard.
King's palace, Memphis, Tennessee.
- I tell you about Graceland?
- Only a hundred times.
We'll go there together someday.
Actually, I'm gonna go sh**t this right now.
I think I saw some Zs down by the reflecting pool.
- I'll go with.
- I'll go by myself.
- It's Christmas.
- It's not f*cking Christmas.
It's November 17th.
Little Rock was on the hunt, all right, for people her own age.
And the thing is, they were out there.
We just made it a point to keep our distance.
Which would suck if you were the one stuck in the nest.
God, this is really terrifying, but totally unrealistic.
Hm...
Hey, she'll be fine.
Wish she didn't remind me so much of me.
Hey, come on.
What's wrong with you?
Nothing.
All right.
I wasn't gonna do this now.
Okay.
Look, you always say that, like, I play it too safe, and I know we've been in, like, a bit of a rut lately.
So I thought, what better way to spice things up than to...
Get married?
Yeah, well, I was gonna say, "Get married!" Yay!
- Is that the Hope diamond?
- I certainly hope it is.
I want you to be Miss Ohio.
Or I guess Mrs.
Ohio.
This is unfair.
You know how I feel about this.
- What?
- We've talked about this.
In my limited, but absurdly painful experience, married people only do one thing.
- What, fight?
We already do that.
- Get divorced.
I don't see us going that route.
I mean, where would we find the lawyers?
- I don't know what to say.
- Well, don't say anything.
Yet.
- Okay?
This was my fault.
- I put you on the spot.
Just think about it, and let me know whenever you're ready.
Everything will work out exactly as it's supposed to.
Hey, Buttercup.
What's wrong?
Get a little too much eggnog last night?
- Bad news.
- Bad news?
Well, you know what cancels out bad news?
Good news.
Today is the day that Wichita says...
Adios.
Hm?
"Dear C and T, we feel like total sh*t about leaving.
Sorry, not good at notes.
W and LR." Well, yeah.
"Not good at notes" is a pretty huge understatement.
He's gonna take this Beast thing pretty hard.
Well, he should learn to not get so attached.
Never get attached.
Remember?
That was the problem with Columbus, he got too attached.
Well, with Tallahassee, it's like - he thinks he's my dad.
- Sure.
But you are lucky you don't have a boyfriend.
Have you seen him use Q-tips?
His bedtime routine took an hour.
- Stop.
- What?
God, sorry.
- No, stop!
Stop!
- Oh!
Namaste.
Hi.
Wichita leaving hit me like a shotgun blast.
So after weeks of feeling sorry for myself, I thought a little retail therapy might help get her off my mind.
It's not like I wanted to start, wedding planning or anything.
I'm not crazy.
Who wants to get married in winter?
Spring, sure.
- Though my hair and humidity...
- Oh, my God!
Man, I cannot listen to this sh*t anymore.
- My God, it's been over a month.
- Yeah, I'm bereft.
Okay, I'm giving you one more day to mope around, and then you gotta snap the f*ck out of it.
This whole "finding a home" idea of yours has made us soft.
And by us, I mean you.
It's high time that we nut up and hit the road again.
And by we, I mean me.
That's where I belong.
On my own.
Lone wolf.
- You're welcome to tag along.
- But when they come back, - we won't be here.
- They're never coming back!
I got it.
No, no, no, no, no, no.
Okay.
Uh...
It was good.
You sh*t your alcohol with your g*n.
Not bad, huh?
Hm, no.
Not bad, but definitely no ZKOTY.
ZKOTY, that is "Zombie k*ll of the Year." Like a junkie in search of a higher high, Tallahassee is no longer happy with Zombie k*ll of the Week.
Which, if you're keeping score, just went to Dave Sanderman of Riverside, Iowa.
You may wanna set down the Milk Duds for this one.
You dead, zombie!
Whoo-whee, pig!
Congratulations, Dave.
I never told you this before.
In fact, I never told anybody.
But I have Native American blood coursing through my veins.
- Like, right now?
- Yeah.
Right now.
Blackfoot Indian to be exact.
The freest men in history.
Mid-1800s, roamed the plains, no houses, no laws, no possessions, no chiefs to report to, no wives to listen to.
They listened... to the call of the buffalo.
And they hunted those buffalo by herding them off the cliff to their deaths.
- The great buffalo jump.
- Whoa.
I don't know why I never told anyone about my Blackfoot blood.
I guess it's a sacred little secret.
Honestly, you're the first paleface I have genuinely trusted because you've always been there for me.
You care and you listen.
You really listen...
Unless you're in a 4D theater, there is no way I can communicate how bad Z-land smells, which is why I like candles so much.
Today, maybe a frosty gingerbread or a Bahama breeze.
Mmm.
Whoa!
Oh, my God!
Please forgive me.
It's fake fur!
Oh, God.
I'm so sorry.
I thought you were a...
- You thought I was a zombie?
- Yeah.
Of course.
Oh, my God, no.
I don't even eat meat.
I'm a vegetarian.
Vegan, actually.
Heh.
- Sorry.
Hi, I'm Columbus.
- Madison.
Heh-heh.
- Oh, hi.
Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
All right.
We're hugging.
So soon.
Nice to meet you.
It's nice to touch a human.
- Don't mind me.
- Oh, hello.
If I can have my body?
Hi, sorry.
This is Tallahassee.
This is Madison.
- Madison, Tallahassee.
- Is this your dad?
For sh*t's sake, slightly older, better-looking friend.
- Ha, ha, cute.
- You live here?
No, Paul Blart.
I live in the freezer in Pinkberry, mm-hm.
It keeps the zombies out, though it is awfully chilly.
Do you ever consider turning it off?
Couldn't find the switch anywhere.
Just hoping the electricity would run out.
It's amazing.
As long as it rains, the dams give us power.
Apparently not brain power.
I feel like you're being super judgy.
Like, I'm getting a real anti-me vibe off of you.
- Are you?
- Oh, my God.
There it was again.
- Yeah, I saw it.
- And that's hurtful, okay?
I'm, like, really good at surviving.
I carry a can of mace with me everywhere I go.
And I can run really, really, really, really fast.
Probably because I used to do hot yoga and SoulCycle.
Cardio!
Sorry, I do a lot of cardio too.
It's actually my number one rule, which is so dorky.
But I have a list of rules for surviving Zombieland.
- Really?
- Yeah.
- So do I!
- You have rules - for surviving Zombieland?
- Mine is just mostly - stay in the freezer.
- Oh.
You know, we set up camp, like, down the road at the White House.
The White House?
Oh, my God.
Would you wanna come hang out?
- I would love that.
- Cool.
Okay.
How many rules do you have?
- You wanna know about my rules?
- I wanna hear all of them.
- Well, number two is double tap.
- Double tap.
- Double tap, yes.
- Double tap you.
- You got me.
I'm m*rder*d.
- Ha-ha-ha.
Okay, yeah, I know what you're thinking.
She's absolutely not my type.
But after Wichita broke my heart, I was just excited to talk to somebody who smelled like a candle, and not whiskey and gunpowder.
So Wichita and Little Rock left.
It was just us guys again.
You know, bachelors.
This guy.
You know, making a mess.
Which actually brings me to rule number 53, Wet-Naps.
- Wow.
- Yeah.
I can't believe that you keep all this stuff in your head.
Heh, thank you.
- It's amazing.
- Thank you.
- You know, you're really lucky.
- What?
That you found someone so smart to take care of you.
Most people your age, they get left all by themselves, and that can be so sad.
- Yeah.
I am so lucky.
- Oh!
Can we have a little summit in the Oval Office?
Yeah, sure.
You guys, I can't believe we're in the White House.
This is soy random.
You got to broom this girl.
You know why she's still alive?
Because zombies eat brains, and she ain't got any!
All right?
It doesn't matter because I'm hitting the road come sunup.
- Columbus?
- Yes?
Could you maybe give me a tour?
Whoa, this is the Oval Office.
Why do they call it that?
- You ready?
- You ready?
- I'm ready too.
- I'm ready.
- Great.
- Too.
- Let's go.
- He's kind of funny.
Yeah, he's great.
Try not to speak to him.
Okay.
The main attraction.
Ta-da, the Lincoln bedroom.
Believe it or not, Lincoln never even slept here.
I didn't actually want a tour, silly.
- What?
Oh.
- Hi.
Hi.
Mm-mm, mm-mm.
- What's the matter?
- I don't know.
- Don't you think that I'm pretty?
- Yes, you're very pretty.
You're like, "Girl in Apartment 406" pretty.
I just...
I feel kind of guilty.
Because of Jesus?
I know ways around that.
- No, no.
I...
Please.
I can't.
- Okay, look, I've been alone in a freezer for years.
So either we're doing this right now, or I am biting the b*llet, and I am doing the old guy.
Okay.
God!
You're so hot!
Oh my God!
- It's the humidity.
- Oh, yes!
Holy...
Nutting up, definitely not shutting up.
Yeah!
- Aah!
Oh, sh*t!
- Oh!
Whoa!
Sorry, it's Washington's old flintlock.
It's a gift to Eisenhower from the emperor of Japan.
Oh, touch.
- I heard a strange noise.
- Yeah.
I've been hearing some strange noises too.
Oh, yeah.
That was us having sex.
Rule number one.
Yeah, maybe rule number 32 for her.
What?
Hey.
Okay.
Ready?
- Go!
- Okay, let's go.
Come on.
Oh, f*ck.
sh*t.
- Honey, I'm home.
- Oh, my God, you're back.
I mean, you're back or whatever.
That's cool.
I'm not staying.
I came to get weapons.
At 1:00 in the morning?
Yeah, after a month missing.
Little Rock's gone.
It was great.
It felt so good to be on the move again.
We've been having a really good time here too.
Together.
We picked up someone new.
Just a boy.
He's a couple years older than Little Rock, and he's from Berkeley.
- Berkeley?
- Mm-hm.
Don't worry about a thing - You said Berkeley?
- Yes.
Berke-f*cking-ley?
- 'Cause every little thing - He plays the guitar.
Shut the f*ck up right now!
I know what you're about to tell me.
She's dating a musician!
Come on, don't you think you're, like, overreacting a little bit?
Yeah.
Yeah.
No, I could be overreacting.
I'm...
I'm sorry.
You're right.
You go ahead.
And he's a pacifist.
He has survived on a strict policy of conflict avoidance, like Gandhi.
No!
No!
Birkenstocks, sandals, wheatgrass!
f*cking basketballs!
No, I really...
I have nothing against pacifists.
I just wanna b*at the sh*t out of them.
This is my message to you Wow, I mean...
You have a beautiful voice.
- Thank you very much.
Thank you.
- Yeah.
Hey, have you ever heard of this place, Graceland?
Elvis was a fraud.
He ripped off the black man.
Oh.
I...
I don't know.
I've just always wanted to go there.
Yeah, me too.
Yeah.
- Graceland would be cool.
- Yeah.
Yeah, it would be.
I was adamant it was a dumb idea, so I did what I never do with her, I told her no.
You can guess what happened next.
She left a note, and then she hit the road.
Does anyone else get the irony in that?
Huh?
I'm so worried, you guys.
They're traveling all that way, and all they have is a f*cking guitar.
Yeah, with no intention of ever swinging it at anything.
You know, because he's a hippie.
She's supposed to be k*lling the dead, - not following them.
- Oh, God.
There's something going on out there.
- What?
- Berkeley told us about this new kind of zombie that's stronger, and faster, and deadlier and better adapted to the hunt.
I'm sorry, but that sounds totally made up.
If you want us to come with you, just ask us.
Honestly, I just came back for g*ns and amm*nit*on.
Come on.
Stop begging.
We'll do it.
You know, this is all your fault.
- Me?
- If you hadn't pushed her away...
Well, not exactly, no.
I didn't just run from him.
She ran from you too.
What?
You...
You mean well, but you're...
kind of overbearing.
Oh, right.
I'm overbearing?
She's not a kid anymore.
Yeah, she's not a kid, but I don't know, it sounds like she needs us.
Whatever.
We're gonna go get her.
We ride at dawn.
Once she's safe, I'm going my own way.
So no goodbye, just like...
- Yeah, I'm terrible at notes.
- A lame note.
Yeah, I know.
You mentioned that in the note.
Uh, I, uh...
I might have overreacted a little bit.
I mean, the proposal kind of spooked me.
Mm-hm.
You know what I'm trying to say.
Oh, God.
I'm sorry.
You know how hard it is for me to say that because I hate women who are always apologizing for things they have no reason to apologize for.
But in this particular instance, I actually am really sorry.
Well, thank you.
That actually does mean a lot.
I don't know.
Maybe this could be like a...
Like a turning point for us.
Yeah, maybe.
Columbus, you coming back to bed?
Wow.
Oh...
Oh, boy.
I mean, wow!
Glad we had this little talk.
Real turning point.
Hi.
- Is that your sister?
- Oh, f*ck.
You definitely don't need any help.
- No, I've got it.
- Cool.
The Beast is back.
I cannot wait to get my hands behind the...
What the f*ck?
No, no, no, no, no.
No way is that GD minivan even sniffing at Graceland, home to perhaps America's finest automobile, Elvis' 1955 Fleetwood Series 60.
No.
You know, it takes a real man to drive a pink Cadillac.
Might make that a rule of my own.
On second thought, f*ck that, rules are for pussies.
Nothing personal.
How could it not be?
That's my thing.
Yeah, you're right.
It was personal.
Yeah.
It's gonna be okay.
Even Tallahassee knows beggars can't be choosers.
Vehicles with working batteries and parts are way scarcer nowadays, thanks to years of neglect and decline.
Breakaway mirror.
We can't be so picky anymore.
- Clear.
- What?
Oh, okay.
- Booyah.
- Okay.
Heh!
- This never happened.
- I'll get the door.
I got it.
I'm gonna lay in the back.
- Oh, catch.
- Oh!
sh**t.
Heh, I got it!
What in the butt?
- Ah, sh*t.
- What?
- Hi!
- Hi.
Are we dropping her off at an animal shelter or something?
She's a human being.
We're not gonna leave her here alone.
We can't just leave Columbus' girlfriend.
Okay.
A minivan.
Nice.
I'm not gonna feel guilty.
You left me in the harshest way.
You recovered quickly.
- Well, thank you.
- Can you help me?
- I got it.
- Okay.
- It's just, like, heavy.
- No problem.
- Thank you.
- Go ahead, get in.
Okay.
You are so nice.
Ah, Makkapitew, Askuwheteau, Sunukkuhkau...
Is he having a seizure?
I'm trying out Blackfoot names, so full shushy or you go back in your mall fridge.
Okay.
Oh, I didn't tell you.
We met at the mall.
- Mm.
- Yeah.
I was living there.
Like Dawn of the Dead.
Last I checked, it's the post-acropolis.
It was so sad when the acropolis struck.
Yeah, I know.
Madison, can you remind me, when we first met, did you point a g*n at me and steal my car?
No.
When we first met, I told you you were really smart.
- Oh, yeah.
- And then I slept with you.
That's right.
You did.
Road trip!
Here we go!
This is gonna be a long drive.
I love the smell of gunpowder in the morning.
Eh, I'm more of a patchouli oil guy myself.
You don't...
You don't have weed, do you?
I've always wanted to smoke way too much weed.
Do I look like the type of person that would have weed on me?
Oh, no.
I w...
That...
I'm sorry, that was...
- Boom, yeah.
- Ha!
Oh.
- Of course I do.
Oh, I love weed.
- You got me there.
- Look.
I mean, look at me.
- Yeah.
I wanted to say it's really nice to have another woman around.
Yeah.
Like to talk about relationships.
- Recipes.
- Rings.
Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God.
- Oh, sh*t.
I know!
I found it in the bedside drawer.
I think it belonged to the first lady or...
You know what?
I think you're right.
It did belong to the first lady.
Well, I think it was given to the first lady, but she heartlessly rejected it.
What kind of idiot would turn down a ring like this?
Maybe an idiot who didn't wanna be weighed down.
Anchored.
Chained to something immobile.
Hmm...
- Oh, sh*t.
Are you okay?
- Oh, sh**t!
Forgot the seatbelt rule.
So she knows the rules?
Yeah, I told her just a few of them.
- Seventy-three.
Are there more?
- Nope, that's it.
- I gotta check this out.
- You guys have spent a lot of time together, huh?
That's sweet.
You're cute together.
I like it.
Oh!
This looks promising.
He's so flexible.
That's what's so great about him.
He's very bendy.
Ohio, whenever you're done with that...
What?
Yeah.
Ah!
What?
No.
No, no, no.
No way.
Nonstarter.
You know how I feel about clowns.
- No, not that.
- What?
- That.
- Oh.
- Looks good.
- Mm.
- Can I see?
- Hm?
Can I see?
Yeah.
Here you go.
Yeah.
- The old man is so tiny.
- Can you see that?
What's-his-name, you're so tiny.
Now you're not.
Now you are.
Now you're not.
Now you are.
Now you're not.
Now you are.
Now you're not.
Tiny.
Big.
Tiny!
- She is adorable.
- She is.
I'm lucky.
Tiny.
Big.
Tiny.
You're overreacting, okay?
Madison's not a real thing.
It was just circumstance.
It was a lack of options.
You could say the same thing about us.
- What?
- Circumstance, lack of options.
Really?
You really think that?
Whereas you two seem like soul mates.
Destined to share deep thoughts.
Maybe you're right, maybe we are soul mates.
Because she's nice, all right?
And I'm nice.
And you're not.
You're mean.
- Whatever.
I'm not mean.
- Yeah, you're kind of mean.
Well, my sister is missing.
She could be dead.
You're screwing some Forever 21-year-old.
So if I wanna be mean, I'll be mean.
I don't have the right shoes.
Oh, you could borrow a pair of my strappy sandals.
- Really?
- Mm-hm.
Kidding.
You...
She was ki...
You guys are all very sarcastic.
Yeah, they're not nice people.
Sorry.
Just try to ignore them.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
Ignore us.
- Please, God, ignore us.
Ah, see?
Mean.
All right!
This is what I'm talking about.
We're finally gonna be riding in style.
I partied with 3 Doors Down in one of these.
It was so...
Oh, sh*t.
What?
Man, we're getting good at this.
- Columbus.
- Tallahassee.
- The hood is 12 o'clock.
- Yes.
Trunk is 6.
You're our eyes.
Hey, don't worry, you guys.
They are much more afraid of us than we are of them.
God, that is not even remotely true.
- Well, what do I do?
- You know how cheerleaders - form a pyramid?
- Yeah.
And the three on the bottom - anchor the pyramid?
- Oh, yeah.
I don't give a sh*t what you do, just stay out of my way.
Okay, 8 o'clock.
Eight o'clock.
Did you say the front was 12?
Oh, f*ck me.
Sorry.
Two o'clock.
Eleven!
Eleven!
Seven-thirty!
Six o'clock.
Six!
I'll get 6.
Uh, sh*t.
One-fifteen.
One-thirteen, 1:20.
It's moving that way.
Why is everyone shouting numbers?
Eleven!
- Twelve!
- Six!
Two o'clock!
Eight.
- Six o'clock.
- sh*t.
One o'clock.
Six-thirty.
Ten!
Eight!
- Eight!
- sh*t.
sh*t!
- Narsty!
- Thank you.
You're welcome.
One o'clock!
Two-thirty.
Three!
One!
Okay.
I'll get 3.
Right on time, Columbus.
One o'clock!
Ten-thirty!
Eleven!
Eleven!
Actually, it's a Homer.
Abort!
Abort 11.
Don't waste a b*llet.
- Hawking!
Hawking!
- What?
Oh, sh*t!
Yay!
- Aah, he's trying to bite me!
- Ninja!
Ninja!
Oh, my God!
You saved me.
All right.
Settle down.
- Hey, Tal, 1 o'clock.
- Pardon me, Pop-Tart.
Not quite done yet.
What the f*ck?
Try to dodge me, m*therf*cker.
This was our first T-800, named for the Terminator it-f*cking-self.
Uh...
- Tal?
- Yup?
T-800s were a mutated strain of zombie, stronger, deadlier and harder to k*ll.
One plus one is still two, right?
They were the apex predator, top of the food chain.
Single-minded and relentless like their namesake, once they locked on to a target, T-800s stopped at nothing to devour their prey.
What the ever-loving f*ck?
Ew.
Seeing that T-800 firsthand was all the more worrisome knowing that Little Rock was out there with nothing but a hippie and a guitar.
Like a rollin' stone Okay.
That song is amazing.
Did you write that?
Wa...
Was that a dumb question?
Sorry, I was like 11 when the zombies took over.
Not a dumb question.
I was laughing because you think I'd play some stupid cover song.
Of course I wrote it.
If you love that, then you're really gonna love this.
But it's a work in progress, so be gentle.
If I leave here tomorrow Would you still remember me?
I must be traveling Onward...
- A poem by Tallahassee.
- Ah!
Traveling to Graceland In comfort and class That Pontiac Trans Sport Can kiss my ass - Very good!
Very good.
- Here we go, baby!
Woo-hoo!
Let's go see the King and let's go get Little Rock!
'Cause I'm as free...
- Did...
Did we just get...
- Shorter?
I say we take the clown car.
No, no, no.
No!
That is a deal-breaker.
No f*cking clowns!
In moments of great dishonor such as this, ancient samurai warriors were required to commit seppuku, or ritual su1c1de by disembowelment.
My mom had this car.
- So did mine.
- So did mine.
f*cking minivan.
Back on the road, yay!
I've always wanted to start a business where strangers drive strangers around in their car - for money.
- Mm.
Let's say you were really drunk and needed a ride home.
You'd just get online and hop right in with a stranger.
And they'd take you anywhere you wanna go.
- Oh, yeah.
Who then kills you.
- Yeah.
Ha, ha!
They'd have gum or, like, lollipops.
That was what my parents taught me.
They were like, "If a stranger offers you candy or gum, get in their car." Great idea.
If they try to m*rder you, you can have a system so you can rate them.
If they try to m*rder you, like, "You get zero points." But if they don't try to m*rder you, "You get five points." Madison, I think it is a very good idea.
That's...
No, I cannot see that going wrong.
All I'm saying is the taxi industry was very flawed.
- Mm, oop...
- Are you okay?
I think I'm, like, hot.
I'm hot.
- Yeah?
- Mm-hm.
I'm used to being in the freezer all the time.
- Get this off.
- Yeah.
Sure.
That makes sense.
I feel funny.
My tongue...
My tongue...
My tongue...
Boss?
You're gonna wanna pull over.
- No.
- Pull over.
We're making good progress.
- Ugh!
- Pull over!
- Yeah.
- Okay.
Okay.
- Oh.
- Oh.
Chunkage.
Maybe she'll pull through.
What?
You are the one who says "don't take chances." So who wants do the honors?
I mean, personally, I wouldn't mind, but I don't want you guys calling me selfish.
Hey, come on.
She is a living, thinking being.
Okay?
She's a living being.
Look, I know you guys are in love or whatever, but in two minutes, she's gonna become a: A zombie, not a velociraptor.
And it's the right thing to do.
If you love something, you sh**t it in the face so it doesn't become a flesh-eating monster.
I know.
She's making a good point.
Maybe it's time for you to be the Brave Little Toaster.
They say when something bad happens, you have three choices: Let it define you, destroy you, or strengthen you.
Time to teach Lennie about the rabbits.
No!
Don't come with me!
Don't come with me!
Madison, Madison, please.
- Madison, please.
Please, please.
- Don't hurt me!
- No, no, no!
- Wait.
Listen to me!
- Please.
Wait.
- No, no, no!
- Madison, just wait.
- I'm a monster.
- I'm a monster.
- Please, please.
Listen.
I realize we don't know each other that well.
I mean, well, we do in the biblical sense, yes.
But I think you're a really great person.
Well, not now.
I'm sorry.
Thanks.
Can we just, uh...
I'm so sorry.
All right.
Just...
Come on, come on, let's go.
I'm not gonna lie and say that I'm broken up about it, but, um...
- I am sorry.
- Yeah.
- She didn't deserve that.
- Thanks, man.
He's right.
That's a terrible way to go, even for...
- It's....
- Oh, come on.
It's Madison.
- You know that.
- Madison!
You know that, okay?
Her name is Madison.
Or her name was Madison.
And she was a real person, okay?
She had, you know, complex feelings and emotions and interests.
She liked dolphins and rainbows, you know?
And double rainbows.
- I'm agreeing.
It's sad.
- Okay.
That is obviously not what I wanted.
- What is it that you do want?
- I wanna find my sister.
Me too.
- Good.
- Good.
- Good.
Great.
Awesome.
- Great, in fact.
Great.
This is gonna be a long drive.
This is it.
Hey, little buddy, don't be cruel to me for waking you up, but we're here.
Oh.
Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.
Every choice I've ever made in my life has been leading me to this moment right here, right now, 3764 Elvis Presley Boulevard.
I feel like a 1954 teenybopper.
And here comes...
No.
No, no, no!
Hey, dude, if you need, like, a moment or...
Oh, my God.
No Graceland.
No Beast.
- No Little Rock.
- No Little Rock?
Am I not allowed one cock-sucking duck-f*cking little break in this world?
You're not the only one that's upset.
Just...
Just drive.
Drive, drive.
Drive now!
Get away from here.
Go!
Graceland was a pile of rubble, Little Rock was still missing, and we were unsure of our next move.
But sometimes, you just have to follow the signs.
Hm.
Well, when Z-land serves you lemons...
Hey, Florida, 11 o'clock.
What?
- Hound Dog Hotel.
- Oh, what a bunch of bull.
- Whoa, the Beast!
- Little Rock!
Damn.
Wow, for a place that ain't Graceland, it sure looks a hell of a lot like Graceland.
- Yeah, it does.
- Here's the idea.
We'll split up.
I'll go this way.
No, no, no.
I should talk to her.
I'm her sister.
I'll talk to her first.
You guys stay here.
Mm, sound.
- Huh.
- Buh, buh, buh, buh.
- Little respect.
- Why?
He's dead probably.
Oh.
Oh, for you.
Okay.
- This is so degrading.
- It's not for me.
Yeah, I know.
Okay.
- Oh, yeah.
- Smells like a wet dog d*ed.
- That's not...
Push it.
- I am.
- Square peg, round hole.
Stop.
- Yeah, okay.
Sorry.
Oh, my God.
It's uncanny.
This is incredible.
It's a perfect fit.
I feel like Cinderella at the ball.
Are you jealous that I have the same size shoe as Elvis?
No.
It's not like those are Elvis' actual shoes.
Sorry.
Well, I never been to Spain Little Rock?
The ladies are insane And they don't have it easy Well, I never been To heaven...
Ow!
- Start talking.
- Ah, you first.
- Hi, my name's Tallahassee.
- Nevada.
- Which part?
- Nevada's as close as you get.
Now, what are you doing in the Hound Dog?
I got a thing for the King.
No, no, don't sh**t my friends.
- Anybody else in here with you?
- No, just us.
We're all civilized people.
Let's just put the g*ns down.
Why the hell are you wearing Elvis' actual shoes?
Comfort.
- You live here?
- Yeah.
So that car out front, the girl who was driving it, is she...
Gone.
She and that poser peace lover of hers...
- Berkeley.
- Berkeley.
...took off a few days ago.
And trust me, they shouldn't have.
It's not safe out there.
- Damn it.
- Why didn't they take the Beast?
He said it was too "establishment." Oh, I will k*ll that little fart snack myself.
You're lucky I didn't do the same to you.
Seriously.
You know how close I came to Murraying you?
To what-ing him?
Murraying him.
You know, when you sh**t someone because you think they're a zombie.
Apparently, that's how Bill Murray d*ed.
Wow, God, who's Bill Murray?
I never...
I don't even know what that is.
Oh, the actor.
That's so sad.
I don't read Variety.
That's sad.
Sorry if you knew him.
If you didn't, I'm still sorry.
It's sad when anybody dies.
Sounds like an urban legend.
- It happened.
- I doubt it.
It's weird.
What?
I'll say this about Murray, if I ever find out who did him, I'm gonna do him.
Me too.
I'll be...
You first, but me second.
Don't listen to this guy.
He's k*lled more celebrities than cocaine.
The girl that was here before, did she say where she was going?
No, but that idiot Berkeley wouldn't shut up about it.
Babylon is a commune, safe haven, protected on all sides.
Completely pacifist.
No g*ns or v*olence of any kind.
A lot of young people too, you know.
Generation Z living in peace and harmony.
- It sounds cool.
- I know you had your heart set on this Graceland, but this is mucho, mucho better.
This is a very good replica of the King's Jungle Room, where he recorded his last two albums.
From Elvis Presley Boulevard, Memphis, Tennessee and...
And Moody Blue.
You know your Elvis.
Every lover of the King has a story.
What's yours?
My mama took me to see Elvis when I was a kid.
Something about him.
Attitude, the music...
The hips, the ass.
Well, I was 10, but with Elvis, there is something for everyone.
Cut to later, I'm in high school.
And my buddy Frankie Hammond says, uh: "Do your Elvis." I said, "We're in the library.
It's gonna be loud." He convinces me.
He starts tapping his pencil, and I get up.
You ain't nothing But a hound dog Crying all the time Bo, bo, doo-de-doo Everybody starts gathering around and clapping, and I jumped on a table.
I finish off with a flourish.
You ain't never Caught a rabbit You ain't no friend of mine Yeah!
And the whole place, thunderous applause.
And up comes the cutest girl in the school, Robin Rogers, who never gave me the time of day before.
She plants a kiss on my cheek.
And for a moment, just one, I felt like the King.
I suddenly feel a little jealous of Robin Rogers.
You don't say.
I don't know about you...
...but I feel my temperature rising.
Mm.
This is Babylon.
Oh, like those ancient hanging gardens.
- Huh?
- Of Babylon.
No, no.
It's named for that cool David Gray song.
Man, I wish I'd written that one.
No g*ns allowed is our one rule.
- That, and no group sex.
- All right.
Hand them over.
Here you go.
No g*ns.
No g*ns.
Just hugs.
Then welcome.
Come on, seorita.
You're gonna love this place.
It's completely safe and entirely organic.
- This is so cool.
- All right.
We're gonna melt your g*ns here and give you a pendant.
- They melt it?
- Yeah.
It's a symbolic thing.
Goodbye, v*olence.
Hello, peace.
Once we're done, we'll take you up to the rooftop.
I hope you like stairs.
That's good.
- Thanks.
- Welcome to Babylon.
Let me show you the way.
Aw, right on.
Hey, brother.
What's up?
- Hi.
- Yeah.
Wake up, my little blue suede baby.
It's now or never.
Ooh!
My friends say you're sleeping like a tired pup.
What the f*ck?
sh*t.
Oh, no, no, no!
This is not happening!
This is not f*cking happening!
Hey, m*therf*cker, that's my ride!
Oh, my apologies, tiny Elvis.
Just didn't expect anything to be parked in my driveway.
Your driveway?
That's right.
My driveway.
Well, that's funny.
When I parked in it, no one told me to pull out.
Well, actually, it's my driveway.
Hey, Nevada.
But see, when I'm in town, I use it.
Well, I'm in town now, and I'm using it.
Keep talking like this, and I can arrange so neither of you ever uses my driveway again.
I don't think they're talking about the driveway.
No, I don't think so.
- You happy now?
Good move.
- Satisfied?
Good job.
- Does he remind you of...?
- Yeah, it's weird.
I don't like you at all.
It's not weird, it's creepy.
It's like an un-funhouse mirror.
I think you double-parked or more perpendicular-parked.
- Hope we don't get a ticket.
- Whoa.
- Calm down.
- I'm just ragging you.
- What is going on here?
- What?
- What do you mean, "what"?
- What?
- Does he not remind you of...?
- Hello, everyone.
Of...
Of what?
- This is Albuquerque.
- Howdy.
- I'm Flagstaff.
- Hey.
I'm Columbus.
Oh, great.
Uh, this is Tallahassee, Wichita, - and I guess you know Nevada.
- Yes, I do.
Easy, cowboy.
So sorry about your ex-car.
I guess, as I like to say, expect the unexpected.
- It's one of my commandments.
- Oh.
- Commandments?
- Yeah.
Sort of guidelines for staying alive.
I've got loads of them.
- Hm, interesting.
- Number one is teamwork.
Teamwork.
That's so great.
I spent a long time thinking about it.
I have rules, you know, which is, like, less biblical.
I love rules.
Without rules, everything's chaos.
- Thank you.
- Columbus has quite a few rules.
- I do.
- Awesome.
Like what?
- I don't wanna toot my own horn.
- Go on, toot.
- Let me toot for him.
Uh...
- Thank you.
- Number one, cardio.
- That's right.
Cardio.
Okay.
- What?
- I don't mean to laugh.
It's just that cardiovascular fitness is his number 29, meaning he has 28 other commandments that he finds more important, like, say, what's one of your great ones?
Number 12.
The world is your bathroom, meaning you can whip it out wherever you want, and have at it.
Oh, just whip it out wherever you want!
That sounds a little uncouth.
The "whip it out" part's for guys, obviously.
If you're a woman, you can reveal it.
- Whichever.
- I have beware of bathrooms.
Yeah, I'm just generally careful around them.
But it's not a competition.
- No, doesn't have to be.
- But number 18 is limber up.
- But that's...
- That's fine.
I have warm up.
Again, not a competition, but commandment number 45 for me is, well, mind your manners.
Just because it's the apocalypse doesn't mean you have to be rude.
Keep your hands to yourself, number 42.
Do you have sunscreen?
- Just shade.
- Shade.
Of course.
It's free.
It's everywhere.
Yeah.
Number two, double tap.
I have number five, confirm your k*ll.
- Confirm your k*ll.
- Avoid perishables.
- Do you have that?
- Sorry.
Ziploc bags.
- Same thing, different word.
- Yeah.
Exactly.
I probably would shy away from the word "Ziploc" because I try to avoid name brands.
Okay, great.
So, what brought you guys back so soon?
We was headed for the Rockies, but the g*dd*mn Bolts...
- Bolts?
- Yeah.
The zombies out on the plains.
They're a lot tougher than what we're used to.
I guess because of all the running and hunting.
So we call them Bolts, as in Usain.
As in pretty f*cking athletic.
No, that makes total sense.
- We call them T-800s.
- Terminator.
Yes!
I love it.
Really?
Yes.
My favorite movie.
Well, T2.
Yeah, T2 is my second favorite movie.
- What's number one?
- Uh, it's Fantasia.
Well, anyhow, the Bolts' food sources are running low, so they're pushing east, which is no bueno.
You know what else is no bueno?
You m*rder*d the Beast.
Yeah, well, let me call AAA for you.
I'm sure they'll be right over.
So you have to play your cards as...
Whoo, that onesie was starting to cut off my circulation.
- To your vag*na?
- Your vag*na.
What'll you have, Florida?
He strikes me as the, uh, lemon drop type.
You know, something with an umbrella or something like that.
I heard "something with an umbrella." Make it two.
Three please.
Three.
So that's your sidekick.
That's my partner.
You might look at Flagstaff and think: "Oh, he's a little slight, diminutive." Effeminate even, but he's a real beast in battle.
Yeah.
Come on.
You're being sweet.
You sweet, sweet man.
Thank you.
- Well, I love you.
- Love you too.
Yeah, you know, Tubbs to my Crockett over here.
He may look a little bookish, but he's an animal too.
He eats zombies for breakfast, shits them out by lunch.
Cheers.
He shits out everything by lunch.
What the hell was that?
They must have followed you.
Oh, God, those are T-800s.
Or at the very least T-700s.
- There was no T-700.
- Yeah, T-800's the first model.
This is great, having the two of you.
Okay.
Time to nut up or shut up.
That saying's very 2009.
- Okay.
We got this.
- Ho!
You don't send a boy to do a man's job.
We brought them here.
We'll take care of it.
Yeah, you know what?
Have at 'em.
You have a safe word in case things go bad?
Heh, that's good.
Come on, Flag, let's show these f*ckers how it's done.
Sure.
You got it, boss.
Hasta la vista, baby.
Terminator 2.
- Remember?
- Ready, buddy?
He's so cool.
Whoo, heh, heh!
Suck these b*ll*ts!
Come on!
Get you some!
Anybody else find those two uniquely annoying?
- Get it!
- Uniquely?
No.
Well, I don't love their chances.
They ignored rule 52, don't be afraid to ask for help.
Get f*cked in the face, bitch!
- Flagstaff?
- Yeah, boss?
You made the all-star team today.
I mean, no kidding.
Unbelievable job.
And is it me, or are those Bolts they're just getting meaner by the day?
- They're full-blown dickheads.
- I got an action sh*t of you that's going right into the scrapbook.
This is gonna be a good one.
You just keep raising the bar, and that's why we will continue to ride these highways together.
- I'm so proud of you.
- I learned from the best.
- Oh, come on now.
- Nice work, Querq.
Thank you.
Thank you.
This is gonna be a hell of a sh*t.
Ha, ha!
It's so cool he let you wear the hat.
- Querq?
- Yeah?
I think you got a little something here.
Oh, what, that?
Oh, yeah, that's just...
That's just a tattoo.
Sorry, you got a tattoo of a zombie bite?
No, it's just a tattoo I got one night in Bernalillo.
Huh.
All right, everybody.
Just take it easy.
Everything's fine.
Nevada, why don't you whip up some of your signature...
All right.
That was a little weird, huh?
- Yeah.
- All right.
Just calm down.
We'll just have a drink, you know.
So we can just kind of celeb...
Celeb...
Excuse me.
It's okay.
It's just nerves from the fight.
Just...
Uh, you guys, I think Albuquerque might be infected.
Me?
I'm infected?
You got bit twice.
- Ah, Flagstaff!
- No, no.
That's a lie.
Trust me.
Okay?
Trust me.
I don't get bit.
I never get bit.
I don't get bit either.
We're slippery.
- See?
- I know.
Are you okay?
- I'm fine.
I'm totally fine.
- You are?
- I'm fine.
- Okay, he's fine.
He's fine.
No, he's not fine.
No.
No.
You're starting to look like a T-800.
Terminator 2.
No.
No, no, no!
No!
Aah!
Move!
Move!
Get out of the way.
Aah!
Aah!
Ow!
No!
No!
Flagstaff, you're breaking like 10 commandments right now!
This is for what you did to the Beast!
Unh!
Sorry!
- How you doing?
- Bad!
- How are you?
- Bad!
Sorry, shoes.
Sorry, Elvis.
Oh, sh*t.
Oh!
- How you doing now?
- Still bad!
You wanna switch?
Switch?
How would that benefit me?
sh*t!
- Help!
sh**t him!
sh**t him!
- I don't wanna hit you!
sh*t.
g*n, g*n, g*n!
Oh, sh*t!
Stop sh**ting!
I got this!
Great, because I'm reloading!
Don't swing!
Don't swing!
Don't swing!
Swing!
sh*t!
No, no, no, not me!
Not me!
Oh, f*ck!
Hasta la vista, baby.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Those guys are dicks.
Great job.
Thank you.
- Ah.
Can I wear the hat?
- Oh, negatory.
- Cool.
- Zombie k*ll of the Year?
Mm, sorry.
Not with the performance just turned in by Matteo Bianchi of Pisa, Italy.
Yeah, yeah.
That Pisa.
Bravisimmo, Mateo.
Ahh, Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!
Jesus, Big Fat Death is right.
That thing is, like, a huge rollover risk.
It is.
Hey, dude, I think you should ask her to come with us.
- No, no, no.
- Come on, yes.
I think they make a nice match.
Look, what have I been telling you guys?
I'm trying to shed baggage, not pick it up.
- Yeah.
- Besides, she wouldn't do that.
She's not the type.
Stay safe, Sunshine State.
Excuse me.
Stay dangerous, Nevada.
Okay.
Hey, no offense, but my sister is still out there.
Wanna hit the old road.
If by some miracle you don't die...
there's always room in my driveway.
I best stay alive.
Okay, you're back.
Good.
Do you know how to drive one of these things?
I'm gonna just pop that puppy off of there and then you guys can jump in.
Nice.
She's a big old stallion, but I can tame her.
Whoo!
Oh, sh*t.
- I think he's got the hang of it.
- sh*t!
- No.
No, no.
- No, no, no.
g*dd*mn m*therf*cker!
Got it.
f*ck, f*ck, f*ck, f*ck!
Maybe you should leave a note.
That's your department.
I...
I just can't do it.
Yeah.
I'll drive.
What was that?
Satisfying.
Teamwork.
Always put the team first.
I can't believe I didn't have that.
Stupid.
You know, if Flagstaff was so great, then where was the undeniably gorgeous but emotionally inaccessible Kansas City?
I don't know.
Maybe she split because she thought they had a random relationship.
Or maybe she was just about to come back under the thinly veiled cover of needing g*ns and a*mo.
Wait, what are you getting at?
I think you're smart enough to figure it out...
Oh, my God.
You gotta be kidding me.
You gotta be kidding me.
You gotta be kidding me!
You gotta be f*cking kidding me.
Why the hell is she still alive?
Oh, my God, I literally missed you guys.
Yay!
Oh, my God.
Whoa!
Just...
No, just look ahead.
Hi, old guy!
Let's hang out.
- Ha-ha-ha!
- It is so weird to see you.
The last time I saw you, you were like a...
- You were a zombie.
- I wish.
Stupid nut allergy.
- Nut allergy?
Oh.
- Yeah.
Yeah, I think it was the trail mix Wichita gave me.
Who knew there were nuts in trail mix.
Not me.
I thought it was vegan.
I kept trying to tell you it was only an allergic reaction, but you thought - I was trying to bite you.
- Yeah, well...
- Not that you minded last time.
- Mm.
Thank you for sh**ting over my head.
I was really just trying to scare you off.
You're not gonna get rid of me that easy.
- Oh, no!
- Ha-ha-ha.
There I was, hiding in the woods, when I thought: "I used to live in a freezer, so why not a freezer on wheels?" Can't argue with that logic.
I really miss this.
Was that sarcasm?
Was it?
Mm-hm.
Why wouldn't we just move to an island?
That's a really good idea.
Then there wouldn't be zombies.
- Right.
- Of course.
We should go to Temptation Island.
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey, hey.
Hey, hey.
- What?
- Hey, hey.
- Hey, hey.
Hey, hey.
- Hey, hey.
Just...
Just eyes on the road.
Do you want me to change the CD or anything?
Is this a CD playing?
- Yeah.
It's Port...
- What is this?
It's Portishead.
- This is Portishead?
- Yeah.
You know what's funny?
I used to think it was called "Portashed" until I went to one of the concerts, and she explained.
Yeah, I would think "Portasheed." - Right.
Yeah, that's funny.
- Yeah.
It was obvious to me that Wichita and I were meant to be together, which is why Madison's return could not have been worse timing.
Of course, I was glad she wasn't a zombie.
But couldn't she have just gone back to her mall fridge?
Hey.
Hey, look, look, look.
Look.
Look.
We made it to Baby-lon.
If you hear more than the usual excitement in my voice, it's for two reasons.
One, we may have caught up to Little Rock, for real this time.
And two, we may have finally found our forever home, which is what I've been looking for all along.
- Whoa, Babylon.
- I love that song.
- Hm?
- This place is soy cute.
- Whoa, Jesus!
- What the f*ck?
- Enjoy the little things.
- My bags were in there!
- No, they weren't.
- No g*ns allowed!
I like this place already.
You got a sense of humor.
No g*ns allowed.
I'm not giving up my g*ns under any circumstances, period-o.
Well, then, there's no way you're getting up to Babylon.
You know, you could always wait in the car.
Do you wanna see Little Rock or not?
There she is!
I'm on a 40-day bowel blast.
Little Rock.
- Hey.
- Hi.
What are you guys doing here?
I am so glad you're safe.
- Wow, okay.
- Oh, my God.
- Come here.
- Hello.
Seriously, what are you doing here?
Hey, we don't leave each other.
I know, I know.
I'm really sorry.
Make me a pact.
No more notes.
Ever.
- No more notes.
Ever.
- Ever.
Great.
Just so you know, there's no group sex.
- Okay, fine, group sex.
- Oh, whoa.
Hey, Wichita.
That means you're Columbus, and that makes you Tallahassee.
- Berkeley?
- You're from Berkeley?
- You're Berkeley?
- No, come on.
What are the chances we're both from Berkeley?
- Berkeley!
- Calm down, calm down.
Okay?
Thank you for coming to check up on me, I guess.
But you have to understand these people are peaceful, and they're friendly and nice.
And honestly, I don't think you're gonna fit in here.
- They melted our f*cking weapons!
- This is exactly what I meant.
Guys, I think we should stay.
- You don't get a vote.
- I do get a vote.
Haven't you ever heard of women suffering?
Women's suffrage?
- No, honey.
- Oh, boy.
- Who the hell is this?
- I'm Madison.
- Don't say it.
- You'll love this.
- Don't say it.
- That's Columbus' girlfriend.
It's official.
Wow, you just didn't waste any time, did you?
- Well, thank you for your vote.
- And you're welcome.
Okay.
I'm late for my drum circle, so I gotta go.
Hey, Little Rock!
Sorry about that.
Seeing Little Rock safe and surrounded by friends her own age, Tallahassee realized his nest was now empty.
And he began to hear the call of the buffalo.
All right, I'm ready!
Come on, don't be so Gloria Glum.
I told you guys I was leaving.
So, what, you're just gonna split?
It's time.
Gotta set out on my own adventures.
Little Rock's safe, and, uh, a lone wolf's gotta hunt.
So where are you gonna go?
The direction's the destination.
West.
West is that way.
Yeah.
Anyway, like the title of a great Phil Collins song: "If You Love Somebody, Set Them Free." - Pretty sure that wasn't him.
- Pretty sure it was.
- No, it was someone else.
- Pretty sure it was him.
Yeah.
Peace.
Uh, I'm not much for goodbyes, so...
Just don't say the pig thing.
Keep your tits dry.
- Oh, okay.
- Didn't see that coming, right?
I would've rather the pig thing.
Hey.
Hey, don't do nothing I wouldn't not do.
- You get what I'm saying.
- Not really, no.
No?
Okay.
Anyway, gonna miss you guys.
I will never forget you, what's-his-name.
- See you, pals.
- It's Tallahassee.
I told you.
Sally Tally!
Give me a home Where the buffalo roam And the deer And the antelope play Where seldom is heard A discouraging word And the skies are not...
T-800s.
That decides it.
Kumbaya Kumbaya, Buddha Everybody.
Kumbaya Coming to you.
Oh!
There it is.
Let's start again.
Oh, it's all right.
I got it.
Excuse me.
Yes.
I got it.
- You're supposed to kick it back.
- Really?
- You never seen hacky sack?
- I thought it's like hopscotch.
- Salty Taffy's back!
- Holy sh*t!
Hey, T-800s, a whole swarm of them, heading right this way.
Those g*dd*mn fireworks might as well be a dinner bell!
Stop the fireworks!
Stop the music!
Everybody shut the f*ck up!
Shut up.
Question: Did you melt all the weapons?
Yeah, that's how we made these peace thingies.
- Oh, Jesus.
- My g*ns!
Hey.
Hello.
I got something going.
I think I might have a plan.
- Oh.
- What?
Heh, I got nothing.
I'm just a songwriter.
No.
No, you're a song transcriber.
- Listen, Berkeley?
- Yeah?
I don't think this is gonna work out.
Even 12-year-olds know who Bob Dylan is, you f*cking poser.
Oh, my God.
I'm not gonna lie, I have truly enjoyed this moment, but there are zombies approaching.
Okay.
Uh, Civil w*r general, you must know how to fight?
Sure.
Poverty, sexism, social injustice.
- We could try running.
- I'm done running.
I mean, what good is a home if you can't stay in it?
- Columbus.
- Yes, Thor?
You're gonna make me cry right now.
- No, please don't.
- Oh, my God.
Okay.
I moved through it.
From where I stand, there's only one thing we can do.
Group sex.
Right?
No.
Um...
We'll fight them.
You'll be the first to die, but I like your enthusiasm.
- You might die.
- Thank you for your sacrifice.
All right, everybody, listen up.
They outnumber us 100 times, but they ain't got what we do.
- g*ns?
- We don't have g*ns.
- What?
- What we do have is heart, brains and biodiesel.
We're gonna light these zombies up like it's the Fourth of July.
Then we hit the stragglers.
What we do is we form a gauntlet.
One, two, three, yah!
- Then we mop them up.
- Sick.
- This is gonna work, right?
- It has to.
- Rolling.
Whoa!
- Whoa, whoa!
- Keep screwing.
- Yeah, I am.
- Keep screwing.
- I am.
No turning back now.
Okay, there we go.
Nice.
Yeah.
Oh, that's gonna work.
- Oh!
- Oh, that's pretty.
That means the zombies are coming!
The zombies are coming!
- Time to nut up or shut up.
- You need a new line.
Let's kick some dicks.
Just because it rhymes doesn't make it a great catchphrase.
- What's her problem?
- I don't know.
I like it when it rhymes.
- Here we go.
- Okay.
- Zombies, they're coming!
- Oh, dear.
Look out, guys!
Here they come.
They're coming!
Battle stations!
Light them up!
Let's go, let's go!
Get up to safety.
Here we go.
Okay now, blow!
Come on.
Now would be an ideal time to blow.
- It's not working.
- Damn!
God!
Holy sh*t.
It worked.
- Oh, my God.
- Okay.
Okay.
Here, now we mop up the stragglers.
Okay.
Yeah.
Oh, sh*t.
Would those be considered stragglers?
Oh, boy.
Here they come.
Get ready!
k*ll those m*therf*ckers!
Well, guys, I hate to say this.
I think this might be the end of the road.
- Come here.
- I love you guys.
- I love you more.
- We had a hell of a run.
Oh, my God.
They're gonna die.
Oh!
Hey!
Sunday, Sunday, Sunday!
Thank God for rednecks!
- Need a ride?
- Oh, yeah.
- Get in.
- Let's go!
- Are y'all strapped in yet?
- Yep.
Strapping in now.
- Rule four.
Got it.
- You too.
I'm not a p*ssy like Columbus.
Nothing personal.
- Oh, God!
- sh*t!
- Seatbelts are for a reason.
- Yep.
I'm feeling a little nauseous.
- Can somebody cr*ck a window?
- Oh, no, you don't.
Whoa!
- Roll down the window.
- That won't...
If you get sick, we all get sick.
Woo-hoo!
Okay, okay.
Oh, God.
Could you pull over so I can get eaten?
It'll be more comfortable.
Whoo!
- Oh, sh*t.
Watch out!
- Do it!
Woo-hoo!
Oh, my God, you are sexy.
Can you not say "sexy"?
I'm already nauseous.
sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!
Oh, sh*t.
sh*t.
- sh*t!
- You guys okay?
Thank you for flying Big Fat Death.
Let's go!
Let's go!
Let's go!
I told you these things were a rollover risk!
- We gotta move!
- Come on!
Hurry!
Hurry!
They're coming!
- Oh, no!
- Come on!
Here they come!
- Go, go, go!
- sh*t.
- Come on!
- Oh, sh*t!
Come on!
- Oh, sh*t!
- sh*t!
Whoa!
- Thank you.
- Thank you!
- Oh, my God!
- Yes!
Here they come!
- Go, get in.
Go, go, go!
- Go, go, go!
Run!
- I'm out of b*ll*ts!
- Guys, go!
I'm right behind you!
Get in position!
Form the gauntlet!
I'll hold them off!
Donkey Kong, m*therf*ckers!
You can't write the history of Zombieland without telling the story of one momentous day.
The day one free man made the ultimate sacrifice and paid respect to the Blackfoot ancestors he may or may not have had.
The day he led the first, the last, the only great American zombie jump.
Zombie k*ll of the Year?
Century.
Only one problem.
Well, okay, two.
Oh!
- Hey!
- Tallahassee!
- Hang on, we're coming.
- Hold on.
- Help!
I'm falling!
- sh*t!
We can't help you.
Guys!
Help me!
- sh*t.
What should we do?
- Throw something at them.
Oh, sh*t.
Okay.
sh*t.
Sorry.
Wha...
You hit me in the nuts with a hacky sack!
- Sorry.
- What?
I'm losing my grip.
I'm gonna fall.
No!
Oh, no!
Long live the King.
- Oh.
- Ew.
Guys!
I'm still here!
- Give me your hand!
- Hold my arm.
- Kick your foot out.
- g*dd*mn it, Columbus!
Point your toe!
This human chain thing is a terrible idea!
- Guh!
- I can't reach.
Kick it, kick it.
I got it.
Pull, pull.
Okay.
I got you.
Okay.
Oh, man.
Are you okay?
- Yeah.
- That was amazing.
Oh...
Thank you.
Hey.
You kept the g*n?
How could I give up my favorite Christmas present?
Why didn't you pull it out sooner?
I forget about it but...
I smoked a lot of weed.
Chip off the old block.
Yes.
Yes?
Oh, yes, yes?
Yes, yes.
Yes, yes, yes?
- Yes.
Yes.
- Yes?
- Really?
- Mm-hm.
What changed your mind?
Because Zombieland or not, we're meant to be together.
So basically, that means this belongs to her.
Oh, hm.
Cool.
Thank you.
Okay.
- Okay.
Are you ready?
- Yeah.
- Okay.
I'm good.
- Okay.
- Yeah, do the damn thing.
Yeah.
- Okay.
- Great.
Which hand do I...?
- This one.
- Okay.
- Okay, yes.
Here we go.
Wow.
Come here.
Nicely done.
I'm gonna walk that little spitfuck down the aisle.
It's a good thing you didn't die, then.
Washoe County.
- What?
- Washoe County, Nevada.
Ah, Reno.
Biggest little city in the world.
- Just go for it.
- Thank you.
- Sweet.
- Oh, my God.
What?
What?
- Oh, my gosh!
- sh*t!
- Homer.
It's a long way down.
- Our work here is done.
Let's party!
- Come on!
- Yeah!
Wait for me.
Hell, this is a 1955 Fleetwood Series 60.
Hoo!
Every hair on my body feels like a little wang.
- Yikes.
- Where to?
Mm, how about home?
Home?
- Yeah.
- Yes, good idea.
Where's home?
I think we're already there.
Because if our adventures had taught us about anything, it was home.
Wichita didn't need to be afraid of it.
I didn't need to keep looking for it.
Because home isn't a place, it's the people you're with.
I guess that's why they're called your homies.
And my homies are pretty f*cking awesome.
So till next time, this is Columbus, Ohio, on behalf of Wichita, Little Rock, Reno and Tallahassee, saying hasta la vista, baby.
That one's for you, Flagstaff.
Lord Almighty I feel my temperature rising Higher, higher It's burning through To my soul...
Oh, hey.
Yeah, sorry.
One more thing.
I'm feeling a little guilty about what Nevada said.
You know, about Murraying a certain you-know-who?
Yeah, my bad.
I blew a hole through the finest comic actor of our generation.
But I would love to make it up to you, to all of you.
And for that, we gotta go back to 2009.
Welcome, everyone, to the Garfield 3: Flabby Tabby junket.
You'll each have five minutes.
Please keep your questions focused on the film and don't go off-topic.
The idea of a trilogy was something...
As an artist, you think the great ones: Godfather and...
uh, Lethal w*apon.
But the question is, why in the world Garfield 3?
- Can this be just between us?
- Yes.
dr*gs cost money.
And I have to say, as an actor, how many of your nine lives do you think you have left?
Well, I've done three of these.
Three Garfields.
So that's six.
The essence of Garfield, I think...
Right.
...is the hairball.
Didn't I say?
I had a feeling this would come up.
You don't wanna do the hairball really quick?
- No.
- Can you try now?
- Give me a little hairball now?
- Come on.
Come on.
You know, how about if I did it with you?
- Okay.
Come on.
Come on.
- That was close.
We'll do a selfie together.
Great.
Great.
You all right, man?
All over the mike.
Can we get a baby wipe for Al?
Maybe move him back to his room?
Huge fan, Mr.
Roker.
All right, Tim, let's get out of here.
Somebody get my car.
I'm ready to go.
I've never seen Roker behave that way.
That was crazy.
Sometimes it feels like you against the world.
- Oh, my God.
- I think it is.
Oh, dear.
Don't nobody worry 'bout me Excuse me?
Do what you like Doing it naturally Nice!
But if it's too easy They're gonna disagree Help me!
It's your life Bill Murray!
I love some of your films.
Help me!
I ain't afraid of no ghost.
Buenas tardes, seorita.
I hate Mondays.
Lord Almighty I feel my temperature rising Higher, higher It's burning through To my soul Girl, girl, girl You gonna set me on fire My brain is flaming I don't know Which way to go And your kisses Lift me higher Like the sweet song Of a choir And you light My morning sky With your burning love Ooh, ooh, ooh I feel My temperature rising, yeah Well, help me, I'm flaming I must be A hundred and nine, wow Burning, burning Burning And nothing can cool me, oh I just might turn Into smoke But I feel fine Because your kisses Lift me higher Like the sweet song Of a choir And you light My morning sky With your burning love Yeah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Ah, ah, ah Burning love It's coming closer The flames are now Reachin' my body, oh Please, won't you help me I feel like I'm slippin' away, oh It's hard to breathe Oh, and my chest Is a-heaving Oh, Lord have mercy I'm burning a hole where I lay 'Cause your kisses Lift me higher Like the sweet song Of a choir And you light My morning sky With your burning love Yeah, your burning love Ah, your burning love Ooh I'm just a hunk A hunk of burning love I'm just a hunk A hunk of burning love I'm just a hunk A hunk of burning love I'm just a hunk A hunk of burning love I'm just a hunk A hunk of burning love I'm just a hunk A hunk of burning love Burning love, yeah Burning love, nah Oh, pardon.
En espaol, it's like: P...
P...
Pardon my accent.
Zombieland: Double Tap (2019)
Moderator: Maskath3