(thunder clap)
(film clicking)
(dramatic music)
(running footsteps)
(running footsteps)
- Ed!
(rustling of leaves)
Ooh, ah.
- Boris.
That's Boris.
Oy!
- This isn't happening,
this isn't happening.
- Boris!
- Idiot.
- This isn't happening.
- Get down.
They'll see him up there.
- No one can see me,
I'm blending in.
(laughter)
- Blending in.
We can see you,
you're f*cking barking
walking up a tree.
- Boris, get down.
They'll see you up there.
(motorcycle engine
thrums in distance)
- What the f*ck?
What do you see, what is it?
- Keep it down.
(engine revs)
(engine shuts off)
(panting)
- What?
What is it?
- It.
(apprehensive music)
- I really hate small people.
(soft piano melody)
- When I first saw you,
I knew I'd be with you forever.
- I don't think we
should be walking
in the middle of the road.
Better to be hiding
up a bloody tree.
- Ha, funny, good one
from you, idiot.
- Look.
We saw them go the other way.
So if any survivors
come this way,
we'll meet 'em.
- Survivors?
- People.
- f*cking b*stards.
- And what is it that
we're meant to survive?
Whatever they haven't.
- And what's that?
What the f*ck's
happened to everyone?
- Not a clue.
- How have you
managed to survive?
- No, not her.
- Stay calm.
- She was freaky the last time.
- What do we do?
We run, right, we run?
- We can't.
- I've only got three left.
- Three what?
What the f*ck are you
gonna do with that?
- Put it away, Munch, we
can outrun this one, nicely.
- I'm tired of running,
I'm knackered.
- We can probably outwalk it.
She's not exactly moving
at pace and besides,
she's on her own.
- Wait a minute.
I think that, yeah,
that's the Jones' girl.
Mary, no, no, no, Margaret.
- What?
- Yeah, it is.
- Her mama drive a
six-seat Toyota.
Gave it a ticket last week,
it was double-parked.
- Suck this.
Oh, touchdown.
- What the f*ck did
you do that for?
- Munch, that was a waste.
- A waste?
That was perfect.
- Nailed it straight
between in the eyes.
- You just assaulted
a little girl.
- It wasn't a little girl,
it was a zombie.
- It was a little girl.
- Zombie and I f*cking nailed
that sh*t right in the face.
- C'mon, let's keep moving.
- I'm gonna go
and see if she's all right.
- What?
- Don't be ridiculous.
- This could just be an...
(zombie roars)
- Go, go, go, go, go, go!
- Boris, slow down!
We need to stay together!
- Out of all the survivors
we could meet up with,
we end up with Boris the boar!
Could've been a sexy girl or
a cool girl, someone cool.
We end up with Boris, the twat.
- He's not that bad.
- He's a parking warden!
(Boris yells)
Twat!
- C'mon.
(grunts loudly)
- Boris!
- Where has he gone now?
- Oh, I dunno.
Let's get back out in the open.
It's too dangerous.
- Where did you learn
your survival skills?
- I delivered mail in
Newcastle when I first
joined the Service.
- The Service.
You mean, the post service.
- Yeah, the postal service.
(laughs)
- You made it sound like
you were in the bloody SAS.
- No I didn't.
- Yes ya did, ya plunker.
(flapping)
- Do you want me to
tell you or not?
- Yeah, all right, continue.
When you first
joined the service,
did you have a number, double O
- Now you're just taking a piss.
- Yeah, and it's brilliant.
- I do have a number actually.
1274.
- All right, continue.
When 1274 first
joined the service.
- Worked in Newcastle,
on the estates.
And every morning the kids'd
throw water bombs at me.
(dramatic music)
- Oh, that sounds terrifying.
- The dogs.
(barks)
- Oh, sh*t.
Nice doggy, nice doggy.
- Scary.
- Worst of all, turd attacks.
- What?
- Turd attacks.
Water bombs filled with sh*t.
Little sodgers would
throw 'em at me
every morning on my round.
[voice over]
I used to find solace
on the swings.
My special place.
(groans)
Yeah.
I learned a thing or two
about survival type things.
(dramatic music)
(growling)
Oh yeah?
(music intensifies)
Boom.
- Boom!
(laughs)
- Yeah, might not
have been the SAS,
but those guys couldn't
have survived that jungle.
(yells in distance)
- Boris?
(more yells)
Boris!
Boris!
- He climbed another
bloody tree, the twat.
- We need to help him.
- And we haven't quietly.
(zombie roar)
- Guys, guys, help me!
Help!
- Bollocks.
- Munch?
Fire.
- Boom!
(cheers)
- Boris!
Boris!
Get over here!
Not again.
Mulligan.
- What did I tell you, twat!
(yells at Boris)
- Boris!
- [Man in white shirt]
She died peacefully.
Should be thankful.
- Thankful.
Thankful!
My wife is dead!
And it's my fault!
(panting)
(zombie moans)
- Why have you stopped?
- This way, move, move!
- f*ck!
Boris, you f*cking
(incomprehensible insult)!
Get back here now!
- Move, get your leg over!
(yelling at each other)
(zombies growling)
- Munch, get the f*ck up!
- I may have watched one
too many horror films.
- I would say they were zombies.
- You're a f*cking
genius, aren't you.
- Sure.
- Keep moving.
- Wait, can zombies climb?
Or open doors?
- I don't know anything
about zombies.
- No, but unfortunately
there wasn't an options
take or gee
just seeing how
it's five zombies, Munch.
- Ah, but there was one
who had to be an as*h*le
and climb trees, Boris.
- Stop being a pair
of pricks, will you,
and stay alert.
This way.
(ominous music)
(footsteps)
- Typical.
Just when I need a drink,
it's bloody closed.
- You spend all day in the pubs.
- No I don't, dickhead.
Just the nights.
- Wait here.
- Empty.
- By the looks of things,
I gotta have you real quick.
- Great.
This just keeps getting
better and better.
- Still can't get a signal.
- Wait, this pub is always busy.
And always some idiot
parks in the road.
It's actually a perfect
place to ticket on a Sunday.
- You ticket on a Sunday?
- The law never rests.
Even when God does.
- The law?
You're not the law,
you just give people tickets.
- I uphold the law.
- No you don't.
You're a cop.
- Munch, leave it alone.
Give me that thing.
- There must be somebody around.
It can't be completely deserted.
- Take a look around, dickhead.
There's no one here.
- [Munch] They could be inside.
It's the perfect place
to hold yourself up
in a zombie apocalypse, a pub.
- He's a kraut.
- Hey, that cost me fifty quid!
- Yeah, and it ain't worth
sh*t when it don't work.
- You know, I hate to
admit it, but Munch Bunch
could be right.
There could be people
holed up in here.
- That makes sense.
- Aw, sh*t.
Let's get the f*ck out of here
and find out what's happened.
- Yeah.
Didn't work for him.
- Come on.
- Come on.
(motorcycle engine roars past)
- Keep quiet.
- Quiet?
Are you mental?
They're the only half-normal
people at the instances
we've got here.
- I wouldn't call that normal.
- Guys, need help over here.
- Get the f*ck over here.
(mutters angrily at him)
- Jesus.
- Stop!
- f*ck!
- Cut this out.
- Do you want our help or not?
- I just want to know
what the hell is going on.
- Look.
We're just trying to stay alive.
Keep moving.
Now if we figure out
what the f*ck it is
is going on around here.
- Find somewhere safe.
- There's nowhere safe here.
- Somewhere must be.
- The f*ck is that?
- C'mon.
Need to head back to the fields.
Now.
- You stay with us.
- Don't slow us down.
- There's no f*cking way
I'm going back there.
There's dead people everywhere.
- There's nowhere safe
around here. The government's
closed off the whole town
and the county borders.
Cut off all supplies.
No one's getting
out of here alive,
they'll k*ll anyone who tries.
The whole place is
under quarantine.
- They're caging us in
like f*cking animals.
The fields are our best bet.
C'mon.
- Stay if you want.
- Hold on.
How'd you know all this?
- Look, I'll explain
back at camp, okay?
- I don't believe you.
- Fine.
- Good luck on your own.
- Move.
Move.
(heavy music)
- It's not much further.
- I swear there's somethin
moving in the bushes over there.
- Nah.
Must have been the wind.
- The silence is
making me nervous.
- Yeah, it's quiet alright.
- It's too quiet.
- Next he's gonna say, I've
got a bad feeling about this.
Tosspot.
(motorcycle roars past)
- Hold up, guys.
- That's the barn.
- Whose is it?
- I don't know, maybe
it's a farmer's?
- Well can we see if
we can go inside?
It's f*cking freezing.
- Don't you think
he might be around?
- Could be.
Not when people
live around here.
- Go and check it out.
Go on.
- Doesn't feel right.
(metal clinks)
- You just gonna
f*cking stand there?
- Just undo it from
that hook thing.
- It's so f*cking heavy.
(door creaks open)
- Jesus Christ.
- Hey, Munch.
Need to sh*t.
- Oh, f*ck.
(yelling)
- Hey.
- Chicks with, sticks.
- Easy, kay?
- Are any of you infected?
- No.
Are any of you?
- No, nope.
- Look, we don't have much here.
But you can come in for
a while if you want.
- Thanks.
- Guys?
Guys, it's okay.
- Can you just put...
All right, all right.
f*ck hell.
(zombie growls)
- sh*t.
(thud)
(zombie thuds against door)
(thuds)
(thuds)
(porcelain clinking)
(thuds)
- Crap.
- Come on, you zombie b*stards.
f*ck off back to your graves.
- Okay.
This place isn't safe.
Nowhere is.
There are too many of them,
so just, keep the noise down.
At all times. Okay?
- I want you all to leave, now.
And him over there
is going to end up
getting us all k*lled.
- We agreed.
Anyone endanger us, they leave.
- Endanger. It's us who kept
those zombies out.
- And it was your guys
who led the zombies here.
- Those zombies were probably
the farmer and his family.
They live here.
- Lived here.
- I knew the farmer,
and his family.
I come up here to visit them.
Look, they're here now,
and it's not them we've
got to be worried about.
- We can leave.
What you gonna do?
Hm? Stay here?
Don't think those zombies won't
be back. They will.
And what you gonna do then?
You gonna fight
them on your own?
- Yeah, if we have to.
- Look. We're just as
scared as you guys.
(laughs)
- Fine.
- But we leave first
thing in the morning.
- But even got where?
There is no way out.
- We know.
- Before the government
sealed the area off,
loads of people were
still able to escape.
But we didn't get out.
- Did you try to get out?
- I was in a car
with some friends.
- Yeah, I see.
- What happened?
- They opened fire.
- Who did?
- The Army.
- They've pruned us around
the whole county, apparently.
It's a f*cking containment zone.
- Why could that happen?
- Well it happened with
foot and mouth disease.
- I thought they were cows
that were quarantined.
- Yeah.
They were k*lled and burned,
just for being in
the infected area.
- We're people.
- And?
- Bollocks, this is
a load of bollocks.
- You think I'm making this up?
My friends being
shot in front of me?
And climbing out a
f*cking burning vehicle?
Think of having a giggle
in the countryside
and this is how I put
on my f*cking vacations!
- Hey, hey, hey, calm down.
Look.
This is news for all of us.
There must be some
way out of here.
- Oh, you can try,
but I don't think
you'll have much luck.
- People can't let this happen.
- Turn back to the
concentration camp victims.
And the prisoners in Guantanamo.
- My bars don't work,
and the Internet's down.
- The Internet's down.
- All we can do is
- Survive.
- Look.
Let's just get some rest, yeah.
- I'm Dinah.
- Simon.
- Neville.
- Nescal.
- Ed.
- Boris.
- Munch.
This is Tyra,
and Tabitha.
And I'm Vera.
- You mind if we
have a look around?
- Sure.
There's not much here.
- Thanks.
(whispering)
- Honey.
Honey.
Wake up.
Please.
Honey.
Doctor!
- Okay.
Here's our food supplies.
- Is that it?
- We've got quite a lot.
- How'd you get all that stuff?
- Zombies got met.
Fought these zombie b*stards
from inside the bakery
I work at.
- It was horrible.
Only propped out for
a chocolate muffin.
- Yeah?
- It was nut.
- There you go mate.
- Thanks so much.
- Enjoy.
- I will.
- Have a nice day.
- Thanks, and you.
- Bye.
(bell tinkles)
(thud against door)
- The f*ck?
(zombie crashes against door)
- Can someone call an ambulance?
- Someone say call an ambulance?
- What the f*ck is that?
- I don't know.
- She looks like she's...
- f*cking dead.
- That's Mrs. Batesman.
She looks unwell.
- What do we do?
- f*ck!
- f*cking hell!
- We should go out
there and help her.
- No, neither of us
should open that door.
- Where were you, Simon?
- Um, I was just passing
through with some friends too.
Our car got shot by the Army.
But I managed to escape.
Found the shop,
found these guys.
And then when the
Army and the zombies
moved at me, we moved out.
- Did you have to
k*ll any of them?
Yeah.
Well, k*lled a few.
- Nah, not k*lled.
Knocked over.
Hurt.
Not k*lled.
I doubt they died for long.
- The dead are walking.
- That's similar to my story.
- No it isn't.
- Yeah it is.
Car accident, zombie attack,
use me supplies to get by.
Met you, got moving.
I'm sorry, but a milk
car is not a car.
- Oh, let the handsome
man tell his story.
- Um.
- Go on, Munch.
- [voice over]
Same sh*t, different day.
Then, zombie attacked me.
Hey, bugger off.
Go on.
Not again.
Epic fight ensues, I the victor.
High-speed getaway.
- A high speed getaway
on a milk float.
- All right,
don't get an erection.
You can give me a speeding
ticket if you want.
- I don't do speeding tickets.
- That's because you're
not an officer of the law.
- Excuse me.
- Your stories are
making me rather moist.
- [voice over] Epic crash.
(zombies moaning)
- [voice over]
And why did you crash?
- [voice over]
Because I saw your mum
through the curtains
of a nearby house taking a
sh*t on some bloke's chest.
- No you didn't.
- No, you're right, it
couldn't have been on that day.
She was being
rimmed on that day.
- Mmm.
Rimming.
- Please, just
finish your story.
Quickly.
- [voice over]
Doubly epic fight scene.
Ah, f*ck this!
Hello?
Hello?
- [voice over]
Found a safe spot,
ate my rations
until Ed came by and saved me.
- So you're the hero.
- Yeah.
No, that's Munch.
He's just being moist.
- [voice over]
My story is one of survival.
Good morning, Mrs. Thatcher.
How are you this morning?
- [voice over]
It was only this morning that
I knew something was wrong.
Terribly wrong.
Morning, Mr. Thunketts.
- [voice over]
Looking back now, it seemed so
obvious.
- [voice over]
How could I have missed it?
When I realized,
I stopped dead in my tracks.
Somethin's wrong.
I got a bad feeling about this.
- You didn't say that.
- Yeah I did.
- Bollocks.
- All right, maybe I'm just
colorizing the story a little.
- Go on.
- [voice over]
I realized the Jehovah's
Witnesses leaflets
that weren't stuck in the
envelope boxes as usual.
Mrs. Thatcher?
The Jehovah's Witnesses
not been around
flyering this morning?
Mrs. Thatcher?
What the f*ck?
Yeah.
Then I found Munch.
Found Boris up a tree.
Found you guys.
- That's enough stories for now.
We need some rest
before tomorrow.
- Tyra, you're on
guard duty with me.
But you all try and
get some sleep.
- Well I never much
liked sleeping alone.
- I'll always be with you.
- You'll be with
to to be with me.
Fed up with our English ways.
- But it's not more than that.
- I know.
That's why I love you.
Because you never give up.
I'll always be with
you because of that.
Always.
- We can't keep running forever.
- If we stay in one places,
the zombies will k*ll us.
If we try to escape,
the Army will k*ll us.
What we need to do is
we need to try and find a way
to tell people
what's happening here.
- That's the last
thing I care about.
- Yeah.
Well you didn't see your friends
being shot down by the Army.
- The Army k*lled my family.
I went to pay for petrol.
I just kept running,
left the bodies behind.
- Why haven't you said
anything til now?
- Can't even remember the
last thing I said to me mum.
There was screaming, g*nshots.
I just kept running.
Not if we're so lucky.
- Yeah.
When we first found you,
I thought you'd just
been attacked by zombies.
- Zombies, the Army.
They're both the
same in my eyes.
They're both the enemy.
- Yeah, it certainly
seems that way.
- Status report.
IDC Air Private 247, come in.
- [Voice on walkie talkie]
Continue, 247.
- Five male, four female.
All en route to location.
However, all civilians
are uninfected, over.
- [Voice on walkie talkie]
Continue to eradication area 69.
- Simon's working for the Army.
- He's trying to take us
somewhere to be k*lled.
- This stays between us for now.
- All civilians are
uninfected, I repeat,
all civilians are
uninfected, over.
- C 247, regardless.
- You're a...
Are you out of your mind,
I will not lead innocent
civilians to their deaths.
I won't do it.
- [Voice over walkie talkie]
Failure to comply
will result in termination.
(zombies moaning and growling)
(door creaks open)
- Okay, follow Neville.
Ed, we'll hold the zombies off.
- Will we?
- We'll help you.
- No.
It's too dangerous.
- We can hold our own.
- Well what're you waiting for?
Get out there.
- Fine.
(yelling amongst themselves)
- Come on!
Run!
- Very distracted zombies.
- [Ed] Boris!
This way!
- [Munch] Run!
Boris!
(yells)
(motorcycle engine)
(panting)
- No, they'll hear you!
- Back!
- No, they'll hear you!
(g*nsh*t)
(dramatic string music)
- Come on, let's go.
(motorcycle engine)
(dramatic music)
- We need to get
the hell out of here.
- No, we need to get
back to the old house.
(zombie growls)
(man yells)
- Go, go, go!
- You should stay
with her for a while.
I'll get a priest for the body.
She's gone.
(motorcycle engine hums)
- They got a motor blood.
What's the deal with them?
- Yeah, their wannabe
Ghost Rider.
- Seems almost alive.
- It's like he's part
human, part walking dead.
- Ha, might be like Boris then.
- Wherever he goes,
more undead follow,
so just, let's not get
his attention, yeah?
- Well, we've got it now.
- Yeah, no thanks to you.
- Whoa.
What's that?
- What?
What is it?
- A, forest or some
(girl screams)
(zombie roar)
- Everyone stay alert.
- You okay?
You okay?
- [Girl] I'm fine, don't worry.
- Where there's one,
there'll be more.
- There's more.
There's more.
- Run. Go, go.
(dramatic music)
- [Ed] You okay?
- Look.
- That's some seriously
f*cked up sh*t.
- I don't like the look of that.
- No, me neither.
How far is the shelter anyway?
- Just over the field.
There's a barn and a church.
House is a few fields further.
- How do you know that, dear?
- I live close by.
Or I did.
(clink of silverware)
(rustle of pages)
- Oh. Dad, I was gonna say,
I'm not gonna be home
for dinner tomorrow,
I'm going to Hannah's,
if that's fine.
What?
What are you doing?
Dad?
Dad, what's...
(screams)
- Tabitha, is it far?
- How's your leg, Dani?
- It's not slowing me down.
- Okay.
We find shelter, we
stay here tonight.
- [Man] Doctor!
- She's gone.
I'm so very sorry for your loss.
- There's gotta be
something you can do.
- There's nothing.
- Please.
- She's dead.
She died peacefully,
you should be thankful.
- Anything could be in there.
- Where are you going, Boris?
- You said the plan was to
go to the next safe location.
I don't call that safe.
- The f*ck is wrong with you?
Get back in there.
- We'll check it out.
- That's what I was afraid of.
- Just wait here.
- I don't think so.
We're in this
together, remember.
- Bravery often means stupidity.
- Look who's talking.
- Stop the cop will ya
and just stay alert.
- Stay close.
- Boris.
- This way.
- You can leave your milk at
my backdoor, if you'd like.
- I could what?
- Are you cold, love?
(corn rustles)
(starts yelling)
(zombie growls)
(all shouting)
- Boris! Boris!
- Boris!
- Boris!
- Boris!
- f*ck.
(panting)
- Boris!
- I can't hear anything.
- Vera.
- She's gone.
- Sh.
Hold silent.
(growls)
(all begin yelling)
- Run! Run!
(yelling amongst themselves)
- Come on.
- C'mon!
Move, move!
(motorcycle roars)
- Guys, wait!
(zombie growls)
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Whoa!
It's okay.
Come on.
Come on.
Come here.
(gate creaks)
- Careful.
- Everything looks clear.
- Always does.
- If there's anyone in
there, we get away.
Quickly.
- Get away where?
- Which one of us
could answer that?
(handle creaks)
- Looks okay.
(woman gasps)
- Hell will rest
upon your souls.
Hell is being raised.
- Is he pissed?
- Seven souls.
Seven steps.
Seven days to hell.
You see, my child,
it's imminent.
- What's imminent?
What's imminent?
- Hell!
- Take this.
- Thank you.
- It's the only thing
that can save you.
- Don't understand.
- What are you on,
'cause I'm havin
whatever you're havin.
- I'm on God!
- Oh, well, we'll give
that a miss then.
- Who are you?
- Father Lawrence.
- And you?
I know all of you.
You're the dead!
(laughs wildly)
- What do you mean,
that salt can save us?
- [voice over]
In the voodoo religion,
the dead can be
revived by a balker.
He captures their souls.
Their former bodies
become the undead
and will remain under
the balker's control.
- Voodoo.
Bollocks.
Next he'll be talking
about leprechauns.
- Don't talk to me about
bloody leprechauns.
Lord.
- What were you saying
about the balker?
Please, continue.
- Please?
- [voice over]
Souls of the recently departed
have seven days in limbo.
A soul has seven steps
to pass before resting.
Passing the seven archangels.
In passing the seven steps
your faith towards your
next life is sealed,
and only then will
your soul find rest.
Seven souls must be
collected by the balker.
He will call upon the controller
of the dark spirit world, Kalfu.
Seven days before a dawn,
where the balker
will hold the power
of the seven archangels.
The souls must be
held upon Earth
for seven days.
At midnight on the seventh day,
the balker would own all
the souls of the dead.
Even those who have
passed the seventh stage.
The balker becomes
eternal, reborn,
as the king of the undead.
- I have known.
- [voice over]
The dead will rise,
closing the gap
between hell and Earth.
(zombie growls)
- Walk with the undead.
(distant laughter)
- On the 27th of October,
the seventh day.
- That's tomorrow.
- How can we stop him?
And how can this save us?
- Voodoo legend says that
the dead will return
to their graves
when they are fed salt.
- Yeah, if they don't
tear your throat first.
- So, the balker is
actually a zombie king?
The zombie king?
Feed him some salty fish
and chips, job done.
- But the Zombie King
isn't dead, is he?
- The balker will only die
when the seven souls
have been released
from the bottle he
holds around his neck.
- We'll never get near him.
There's too many zombies.
- Then the world
will become undead.
- Are we actually
believing this?
- Why not?
- You got any
better suggestions?
- Everyone's dying, getting
up, and k*lling each other!
It doesn't get more
serious than that!
- It sounds far-fetched, but
I have to be honest with you.
A drunk priest with
a half-cooked story
sounds like something to try.
The Army aren't
coming to save us,
they're coming to k*ll us.
The only thing that
makes any sense now
is just trying to get
out of this madness.
- This is madness.
- You got something
better to do?
- I say we kick some zombie a*s.
- Let's kick some zombie a*s,
complete this quest,
and find something else to
do with the rest of our days.
- But this could be a
virus or anything,
which could be cured,
and then we'd all be okay.
- Yeah, all right, Dorothy.
You click your red
shoes together and wait,
we're gonna k*ll some sh*t.
- Who's in?
- But wait.
None of us have k*lled
a zombie before,
apart from Ed with a shotgun.
So what we need to
do is we need to
take it one step at a time yet,
and you are gonna
have to prove to me
that feeding zombies salt
actually is gonna k*ll them.
- When I said feeding, I meant
getting in into
their bloodstream.
And if you want me to prove it,
bring me a f*cking zombie.
(thud on door and zombie growls)
- Blimey.
(dramatic music)
- God guide my hand.
- Good throw.
- NFL.
Every Sunday.
- You watch American football?
Me too! Go Eagles!
(ominous music)
(breathes heavily)
(door slams shut)
- It's dead.
Totally dead.
- The only other way
to k*ll them outright
is with a massive
brain hemorrhage.
- Yeah that one
I shot didn't get back up.
- How do you know all this?
- All priests learn about the
beliefs of other cultures.
Voodoo is a particular
favorite of mine.
- A shotgun to the head isn't
in any bible I ever saw.
- No that's pure Resident Evil,
the Lord knows I love that game.
- [Munch] Me too (laughing).
- Okay, so, we need to find
weapons and get salt yeah?
- Then k*ll some sh*t.
- Yeah, and try and stay alive.
- Does anyone have a plan,
how to do all of that?
- Father Lawrence?
- Don't go in the shed.
- This church itself, west
of the river isn't it?
- Yeah but what does that mean?
- It means we're back
in my post code.
(banging)
(bottle clatters)
Just down the road were
a couple of stores.
One that would definitely
have some more salt.
Me, Scott, and Neville
will make off for there.
- We'll need to be armed.
- We will be.
(screams)
There's enough crucifixes here
to keep those zombies prayin'
if we don't get close to 'em.
- But we don't have much salt.
- True.
- We use it sparingly
and when necessary
until we get some more.
- And while
we're riskin' our necks,
what are these guys doin'?
- I'm glad you asked.
Tara, Simo, Munch.
You guys will need
to get more weapons.
There must be something
of use around here.
- We can manage that.
- What about me?
- And me.
- Okay, gimmie a moment.
Danny, you're hurt.
- Well, for f*ck sake, I'm fine.
- You need to stay here.
Tabitha, you need
to stay with her.
- Look, you can stay here
and make the place secure.
- That's good thinking, Neville.
Let's meet back here in an hour.
We'll wait out the
night, plan for tomorrow.
- Then we bring the pain.
- A good plan.
Nothin' will go wrong.
(somber music)
- [Doctor Carter] You should
stay with her for a while.
I'll get a priest for the body.
She's gone.
She is gone.
Nothing that can be done.
(door creaks)
- Shh.
- What?
This might be my last.
- It's a good idea.
Let's take what we can,
supplies.
Guys, burn it.
Let's get some salt and
get the hell out of here.
(screaming)
(roars)
(tense music)
Leave it.
Leave it.
- f*ck.
How do you think the
others are gettin' on?
- Hopefully better than us.
- We take what we can, okay?
I think it's empty.
- Of course it's empty,
it's a f*cking shed.
You think some zombie went
in there looking for tools
and locked himself in?
(growls)
(shouts)
(growling)
- Help me for f*ck's sake!
(dramatic music)
(kick thuds)
- Death by shoe.
- This is f*cking ridiculous.
- You're tellin' me.
Oh, a wank cupboard.
- What?
- Makes sense now.
Poor b*stard probably went in
for one last shuffle
before he died.
- You f*cking serious?
- Well, how else
would you explain it?
(door slams)
Whoa, easy.
- There's f*ck all for us
to use for weapons in there.
- Unless lube contains salt.
A joke!
I was joking.
- Guys.
Look.
- Thought you work around here.
I deliver milk.
If they don't drink milk,
they're no concern of mine.
- Maybe something we can use.
- Look at all those
zombies headin' towards it.
- Weird.
- Yeah, weird.
- Weird? It's weird that
they're zombies at all.
(gasps)
(punches thud)
(growling)
You just hit a policeman.
- You can let go now.
- Yeah.
- It's too dangerous,
let's get back inside.
- Well, we haven't found
anything yet.
- There's nothing
to f*cking find!
(tense music)
Let's get inside!
(breathes heavily)
Thanks.
(thuds)
(dramatic music)
- I know who you f*cking are.
And what you tried to do.
- You're back.
- Just.
- Where's Scott?
- He didn't make it.
- Where's Simo?
- He got munched.
- What?
- I'm cursed.
- We are all cursed.
- This f*cking again.
- The hour is almost upon us.
- Short and sweet.
We got the salt.
- Yeah, as much as they had.
- We didn't find anything
in the shed.
- Yeah, it was, uh...
- Renovated.
- Renovated?
- Did you guys find anything
in here?
- Yeah.
A few bits and bobs.
The priest must've been
stocking up himself.
- He must've needed
somewhere else to keep it
while his shed was
out of action.
(door slams)
- That's the place secure.
- Okay, everywhere
is latched down.
- Good.
Guess we'll just have
to wait out the night.
And, at first light, we attack.
- Where's Father Lawrence?
- I'm here, children.
Father's quite safe.
- Perhaps the good father
can help us with our plan
of attack tomorrow.
- Okay.
- Lay a curse upon
the Zombie King.
- Sure.
- You know how to defeat him?
- No problem.
- Can we trust him?
- We have no choice.
- This is crazy.
(somber music)
- I remember
when I first saw you,
I knew I'd be with you forever.
- I'll always be with you.
You moved here to be with me.
With our English ways.
- Well, it was a lot more
than that.
- Oh?
Sparkles.
Because you never give up.
I'll always be with you
because of that.
Always.
- Don't talk like that.
Honey?
Honey?
Wake up.
Please.
Honey.
Doctor!
Doctor!
- She's gone.
I'm so very sorry for your loss.
- There's gotta be something
you can do.
- There's nothing.
- Please.
- She's dead.
She died peacefully,
you should be thankful.
(tense music)
- Thankful?
Thankful?
My wife is dead!
And it's my fault.
- You should stay with her
for a while.
I'll get a priest for the body.
She's gone.
She is gone.
There's nothing that
can be done.
There's always something
that can be done.
(dramatic music)
- I managed to get you
somethin' from the shop.
- You got me somethin'?
- Yeah.
Thought you could use 'em.
- Sweet.
(tense music)
- This is f*cking crazy.
- Remember, stick to the plan,
guys.
It's a great plan.
That was a crap plan.
- Oh, really?
Well, do you have a better one?
- Taking a sh*t
on a l*sbian's chest
while a m*dget tickles your
testicles with his tongue
is a better plan than that.
- We need to know what
we're dealing with better
before we go back out there.
- Yeah, I mean, like, what
does this Zombie King want?
(laughs)
- You're all lambs
to the slaughter.
- I've had enough of this sh*t.
Everyone's dying, everyone's
raising from the dead.
What the f*ck is going on?
- Give me my wine back.
- No.
Not until you tell us what the f*ck...
What the f*ck is going on?
- Fine.
But, I have to pop to the
shed first for a quick
pray.
(ominous music)
(helicopter whirs)
Kalfu is a dark god of mayhem.
- I thought you only believed
in one God.
- In the voodoo religion,
he's a dark god of mayhem.
- That's it.
- He's been called upon
by the Zombie King
to raise the dead.
- But, why would anyone
want to raise the dead?
Why would anyone do that?
- May I have my wine back.
- No.
- Fine.
Samuel Peters was a
member of my community.
He was a good and honest man,
who became a lost soul.
His struggle to deal
with the loss of his wife
lead him towards
a darkened path.
His obsession with her
led him to having
her ashes scattered
by the lake outside a temple.
A temple with its own dark past,
and a secret location only he
and I know the whereabouts of.
- Do you mean the temple
across from here?
- How do you know where it is?
- Because I looked out from
the church and I saw it.
- How do you know where it is?
- 'Cause I...
I knew what he was doing
and tried to stop him.
His infatuation with her
led him to dabble in
the dark arts of voodoo.
He became unrecognizable to me.
The man I once knew was
no longer there.
And the presence of something
more evil than I had
ever encountered before
was without doubt in that room
with us.
- Kalfu was in the room?
- Yes.
I heard them speak.
- Why didn't you stop this
earlier?
- Can I have my wine back now,
please.
- If you knew this was gonna
happen, then why didn't you...
- I didn't expect it
to bloody work.
- Kalfu, I'm giving my blood
as sacrifice.
I will be your servant, to
summon you as my master.
Bring fire to flesh.
(malevolent laughter)
- You bring me forth
to bring another back.
Give me your reasons for
this worthwhile attack.
- I don't mean no offense
or harm.
- None given, none taken.
- Now give me the name,
this soul to abuse. (laughs)
- Abuse?
- Yes,
I'll bring this
soul back from Hell.
From the world it
originally fell.
It may be painful,
and it will be grim,
but that is the payment
for life of sin. (laughs)
- My wife.
- Say no more, I know she.
And deserved of torment
she'll be.
Hold seven souls for seven days
and let me work
on their evil ways.
(tense music)
- Some crazy voodoo sh*t.
- You're whole world's
about to die because of it.
- Nice.
- How can we stop them?
Is it even possible?
- Zombies will descend
upon the church tonight.
And, in the morning,
the walker...
- Samuel Peters.
- Samuel Peters.
- g*y name.
- Will finalize his pact
with Kalfu.
On the
nightfall on the seventh day,
the moon will turn
completely red
and the dead will rise.
And then there will be
no stopping them.
- Can't we just try to sneak
up on this Zombie King?
(laughs)
He'll know you're k*lling
his zombies.
He'll feel it.
And then, there's be a whole
army of zombies guarding him.
- So, basically,
what you're saying is...
(dramatic music)
- It's time for an all
out attack.
In the name of The Father,
The Son of the Holy Spirit.
(shouting)
(weapons thud)
Next.
- Stick together and head
for the temple.
(bat thuds)
- There are too many of them!
- I said let's go to the door!
Munch!
- Kalfu,
walk with me in allegiance,
the dead at arkmun.
(malevolent laughter)
(whispers)
(malevolent laughter)
- Clever boy.
Seven souls, the seventh day.
Just a few hours, and you
will have your way. (laughs)
You have appeased me well.
But, there is something
you forgot to tell.
- What?
- What?
You said it was your wife
you wanted here with you.
But, you have another wife.
We did not make a deal for two.
- I'm sorry, I didn't mean her.
- You're about to raise
all the dead,
so, you shall have both back.
That's not fair, so,
I'll take your soul instead.
- When in battle, remember this.
The first seven who were
raised from the dead,
they are the most powerful.
I wouldn't risk getting
too close.
(tense music)
(punches thud)
- Munch!
(screams)
(kicks thud)
(screams)
- Munch!
- He's at the 17.
He's at the 16!
(shouting)
(punches thud)
- Munch!
- He's at the 15! (laughs)
(laughs)
Boom! (laughs)
(chants in foreign language)
Is there a 20?
- Come on, Munch, one more!
- [Tabitha] Do it, Munch,
come on.
- Ed?
You've got the last waffle.
- Munch!
No!
(screams)
Munch!
- No, Munch!
Edward!
It's time to be the hero!
Do not die for one more drink.
(growls)
(screams)
God bless you, my son!
Inside, now!
(chanting in foreign language)
- Hear me, for I am Kalfu!
Your dead have deserted you now.
(laughs)
(glass shatters)
- Nice try, but... (laughs)
But, it's simply too late.
The chant has begun.
Death and you are dead.
- That's terrible rhyming.
- Yeah, really bad.
- Vile.
- Pathetic.
(dramatic music)
(screams)
(whispering)
- Let's finish this.
(shouting)
(malevolent laughter)
- [Kalfu] Tick tock
goes the clock.
Another soul, another day.
I'm the keeper of
the crossroads.
The man to meet your souls
of the dead.
Die, and meet your Michelle!
(screaming)
(tense music)
- Well, we did it.
- No one will ever believe us.
- They might, when
things go back to normal.
- We'll see.
(rumbling)
You have got to be f*cking
kiddin' me.
- No f*cking way.
- Dad, there's more of 'em.
They're covered in blood,
they must be zombies.
- No!
(g*n fires)
(somber music)
(g*n fires)
(dramatic music)
(whispers)
- Welcome to Hell.
- This is Earth.
- (laughs) Yeah, I guess.
Hell on earth.
- What?
I know, I know.
Seven souls, seven days.
Yeah, when Kalfu closed
the gates of Hell,
I tried to stop him.
I failed.
I guess the dead are just gonna
have to walk the living plane,
'cause they have
nowhere else to go.
- What about the people
that are still alive.
- They're just gonna have to deal
while the w*r rages on, I guess.
- Between whom?
- [Samuel] Kalfu and
the army of the undead.
- Yeah, it's gonna be bad a*s.
- So, we're dead.
- Yup.
Just gotta choose your side.
- What did I tell you, man?
This voodoo sh*t is bad a*s!
Boom!
(rock music)
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Zombie King, The (2013)
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