l the fall of 1969,,,
the Darrell Chemical Compay uder cotract to the U,S, Army,,,
coducted a series of secret experimets,,,
with a ew biological weapo called 245-Trioxi,
Accordig to reports,,,
the chemical was a catalyst i geetic reactificatio,
What this meat ad why Trioxi was useful has ever bee revealed,
But oe thig is certai,,,
Trioxi was soo cosidered too dagerous ad volatile,,,
eve for experimetal use,
lterest i the lethal compoud was abadoed several years ago,
The Army will ot commet,,,
other tha to say all Trioxi has sice bee destroyed,
Hey, come on....
l tell you a hundred times a day, stay out of here.
Damn.
All right.
Good. Now you get to be a member of the club.
That's okay. l'm not the joiner type.
l mean, you wouldn't want a guy like me.
We already voted. You're in.
What do you know.
You want to see the clubhouse?
No, l've got homework. My sister's making me--
-You scared? -Me? Scared?
What do you think?
A little old-fashioned for my taste. Burial, l mean.
l'm more into stuff like cremation.
You scatter the ashes out of the plane, throw them in the ocean...
maybe have your favorite music playing.
Okay, come on.
There it is.
That's the clubhouse?
Yeah. You want to make something of it?
-No, it's great. -Okay, then, come on.
Now, wait a second.
-Who's buried in here? -Come on. l'll show you inside.
-l really got to get back. My sister-- -We got a meeting.
-Why are you all scared? -That was before.
lnitiation time.
Look at this.
-What do you think? -Don't know. lt might be supplies.
-What kind of? -l don't know.
Ammo, maybe, combat stuff.
Check this out.
l don't think you should play around with that.
Shut up, wimp.
-Finders keepers. Right? -Yeah.
Oh, shit!
No!
lt's the Army, the real one.
This is serious. We got to call that number.
You're not gonna tell them about this, see? Know why?
-Let me out! -Because you won't be able to.
Let me out!
Here we are.
Creep me out.
Joey, are you sure that you want to do this?
The guy offered me $100 for a night's work.
l can't turn that down, can l?
Grab the bag, will you, kid?
Are you gonna be in there all night, or what?
A couple of hours, tops. You wait here.
-That sounds really exciting. -Take it easy, baby. No sweat.
l don't wanna take it easy, Joey.
l wanna go out and have some fun, so will you just hurry up?
Okay.
And will you be careful, too, please?
-Goddamn mushy stuff. -Come on.
What if somebody asks what we're doing here?
Tell them you're a gravedigger. You'll be telling them the truth.
The only difference is...
we're the kind that takes them out instead of putting them in, see?
What do you do with them?
There are all sorts of crazies out there. They want the skulls from interred bodies.
That's the key, see? They got to have been interred.
Nobody wants skulls that haven't already been buried.
How are they gonna know the difference?
lt'd be dishonest to give them skulls that weren't buried.
Jesus.
Okay. Just a little decayed matter.
Nothing to get unhinged about.
Oh, shit!
Lousy kids are always poking around in my gardens.
Stay cool.
-Look at that. -What the hell!
You kid, if l catch you in here again, l kick your ass...
and then l call the police!
Guess l've just got a way with the kids.
What a shame.
lt's not even ripe.
Damn kids, they have no respect for the dead.
-Makes you sick, doesn't it? -Yeah.
-Let's get started. -Yeah.
Now take it to the side, Press out,
lt's oe, two, three, Now pushig the wall, keep them apart,
Do't let them come i, Agai, four, three, two,
Ad do the frot, Ad swigig those arms,
Stadig tall, it's four, three, two,
Now to the side agai, Now press,
Jesse, see that?
Mom says you follow those rules, or it's my butt.
You follow those rules, or it's your butt.
Take it to the side,
Up, up, ad take it dow,
First one says ''Homework,'' and you don't go out until you finish it.
Now get going.
Ready, We're goa do that agai, Ad to the side,
Come on. Let's get out of here. l can't breathe.
That's a good boy. You got it.
Not bad.
Nice bit of rump in her time.
Looks choice.
Get me the bag, will you?
Open it, like you do in the store.
Kiss, kiss.
Now you know what a bagman is.
That's it. l don't need the money. l'm out of here.
Come off it. Who's gonna know? Her?
Besides...
l'll bet that girlfriend of yours would sure like this.
Yeah.
What is that stuff?
Swamp gas.
Makes my skin feel like slimy ice or something.
Come on. Let's get this one up here.
''1957.'' Perfect.
Move it. Over here. Come on. Let's go.
Jesus Christ, not again.
Look, Beth, Mrs. Billings says l've got to have this cake ready...
for Home Ec in the morning.
How the hell do you separate a white from a yolk?
l swear, this whole thing is so stupid.
Hold on a sec. lt's the door.
Coming.
Hi. l'm with cable TV. l have an installation order here.
Yeah. You were supposed to be here three hours ago.
Yeah, this is all really new around here.
l got sort of lost.
Wait a minute. Aren't you....
Don't you go to Central?
-So? Big deal. -Yeah. l went there, you know.
l graduated last year.
Maybe you remember me. Tom Essex.
Student council. Swim team, almost.
No, l don't remember you.
TV is in here.
l've got to see Billy, please?
He's not feeling too well. l put him to bed.
l've got his homework assignments.
You can give it to me.
No. l mean, l've got to show it to him, or he won't understand.
All right, but just for a few minutes.
What do you want?
What happened? What did you....
Below normal? Are you keeping this under your tongue?
You do feel cold.
God, l told you not to go running around in the rain.
You opened the thing, didn't you?
Say anything about this, and your ass is grass.
Jesse, that's all now.
You shut up about this, or else.
Brains!
l want your brains!
Give me brains!
Brains.
Joey?
Okay.
-Do you hear that? -Sit down and have a sandwich.
The missus made them.
No, l think l'll pass.
You're right. There's a chill in the air tonight.
Fifty-eight years old, can't be too careful in this weather.
-Yeah, you'll end up in one of those. -Not me.
You'll never find me in one of these. l'm gonna get me cremated.
You're afraid that some old creep like you is gonna come along and steal your head.
Watch your tongue, boy, if you like this job.
Like this job?
Okay, that is it. l am out of here.
Shit.
The van.
You can take the van. lt's right over there.
Fuck this.
Should've taken the chicken soup.
Holy Jesus, Ed!
Holy Mother of God!
ls there something l should know?
You're supposed to be dead!
Holy shit. This is big fucking trouble.
Joey, you've got to kill it!
Joey, wait for me.
Come on!
Joey, get them !
Brains.
-We got to get Brenda. She's all alone. -Brenda? What about me?
-You selfish jerk. -l am. Lord, forgive me.
They're dead. l thought you were finished with them.
l got a feeling he's not listening right now.
We got to handle this thing, whatever it is.
First we got to get Brenda. Come on.
-No, not that way. The road. This way. -Go.
-Joey! -Brenda, honey, baby!
-Are you okay? You okay? -l'm okay.
-Joey, what did you do? -He didn't do anything.
lt's me they're after. lt's my sins!
-Hail, Mary, full of grace-- -Quit doing that!
-The Lord is my-- -Shut up!
-Save this sinner, please. -There are lights over there.
Brains.
Out there.
Lucy, in the cemetery...
this hand that came out of the ground and tried to grab me.
-l didn't know what to do. -Upstairs, mister.
ln a drum, big, slimy.
We've got to call the Army.
lt's for real!
-Great imagination. -Let's go. Right now.
You've got to believe me.
Look, l don't want any more trouble out of you.
Let me at least call Mom.
Do not try to leave this room, do you understand?
What are you doing out there?
Damn!
l can't go any faster.
Please, slow down. Go slower. Please.
Wait for me.
No, don't leave me. Please!
All right, one move, and you're dead meat!
Please, don't shoot!
No, go ahead and do it. l deserve to die!
Mister, call the police or the fire department...
or the SWAT team or....
l don't know, anybody, but do it now!
What the hell was that?
-Where do you think you are going? -Get your family out of here. Now!
Mildred.
You've gone too far this time. Now open this door.
Jesse, you let me in there this minute.
lf you don't open this door, l'll come in there and l'll kill you.
-This is Sectio 4, -ls this the Army?
That does it. That does it fine.
l'm gonna tell Mom and you'll be grounded for a month.
Don't just stand there. Do something.
-Now, this might chip the paint. -Please do it.
Go ahead, please,
ls this where you should call about one of those drums?
-Yes, Your ame, please? -Jesse Wilson.
Hold the lie, Mr, Wilso, Your call is beig trasferred,
All right!
Oh, damn.
Hurry up.
lt's for the Colonel.
-Excuse me, sir. lt's for you. -Thank you.
-Come on, baby. Let's go. -But that's stealing.
But that's okay.
Come on.
-Are you okay? -Yeah, l'm fine.
Get it started, will you?
What the hell's going on?
Man.
-Which way? -Left.
No, right.
-Hello? -Hello, this is Glover.
-Hello? -Hello, Glover here. Hello.
Damn!
Oh, my God. Look what you made him do.
Now he's killed someone, and it's all your fault!
-You schmuck! -l know.
-Stop it! -l can't believe it.
Dear Lord, help me.
Oh, my God. Did you see what l think l saw?
Yeah.
Hey, you guys.
Did somebody get hurt?
-No. -Yes!
Wait right here. l'm gonna call an ambulance.
Wait here?
l'm gonna tell everything.
Jesse, get back here.
Hold it, you. l'm just gonna kill you.
-Let me go! -l got to call for help.
-The phone's dead. -You've got to help us, miss.
-This is serious. -l can't help you!
Miss, you've got to help us!
Let go of me. Get out, or l'll call the police!
No, you gotta help us! You got a gun in this place?
-A gun? Get out of here. -The phone's dead.
Get your hands off of her.
-You don't understand! -l understand, all right.
-Out there, that's hit-and-run. -No, they're dead.
-Yeah, l know! You guys-- -Already dead!
Trust me, dead, dead, dead.
-We've got to get to a phone. -That's right. He's right.
Him, right? You've got no idea.
Wait.
Oh, Jesus.
-Joey? -l don't feel so good.
Oh, Jesus!
Oh, God!
Oh, no.
No!
What is it?
Oh, God!
Oh, my God!
You son of a bitch!
You bastard.
Oh, God.
Get rid of it. Please, get rid of it.
Mother of Mercy.
Get it out of here.
Get that damn screwdriver out of my head.
l've got to get out of here and get to a phone.
Joey, baby, it's okay. We're gonna....
l don't know what we're gonna, but....
Brain.
Help!
-Jesse! -Help!
Help him.
Brain.
God, we got to get out of here.
-We got to get out of here. -We know that, dummy. We need a car.
Doc Mandel's got a car. He's got a phone. We can make a....
-Where is this guy? -Two houses over.
-lt's all clear. -Show us the way.
-What? -l knew we should have gone dancing.
l'll take care of you, baby.
Get her out of here, now!
Shit.
Help me, dear Jesus!
Side kick, cout oe, two, three,
Now to the frot, lt's oe, two, three, agaist thighs,
Oe, two, three,
Now, sigle cout, frot, up, up, ad side, side,
Reach up, up, ad ow the heel-touch, Reachig out,
Take it dow, Ad bow ad arrow,
-Hurry. -Which way?
This way, come on.
Do you want to die?
Okay, they seem to like brains, so maybe they'll leave you alone.
-Shut up. -Come on.
l told you, no more prayers.
lt's not that. l don't feel so hot. Let me rest.
Rest? He wants to rest?
Joey, he's the dumbest guy you've ever worked with...
in your whole entire life!
Rest? You can't rest now.
-We're almost there. Come on. -Come on.
Oh, no.
Come on.
Run. They're on the stairs. Through here, come on.
George, go get Dr. Mandel.
Brains.
Doc Mandel, open up!
lt's you.
Why aren't you out playing in the traffic?
How did you get in here? What seems to be the problem?
Where are the keys to your car?
Why? Are we going somewhere?
There seem to be hooligans terrorizing the neighborhood.
No, it's the dead. They've come back to life.
-The dead? Dead what? -People! We need your car.
Sounds to me like you need a hearse.
We don't have time for this.
Look, l'm sorry, sir...
but we've gotta get the keys to your car right now.
-Must be an emergency. -No duh!
Oh, well.
l'm sorry, my boy, but this car is cherry.
-No one drives the princess but me. -Just move it.
Oh, my God.
lt's Harvey!
Harvey Kramer. Harvey, it's me. Remember me?
Harvey, it wasn't my fault. We ran out of type O.
lt's coming!
-Cherry? -lt was cherry.
The door.
lt won't go.
Go!
-Forget it. -You wouldn't....
You ghoul-face, get off the car.
No. Now what do we do?
Thirty years l've owned this auto...
and l've never put a scratch on it.
Give me that wheel.
Come on, Doctor.
He's not gonna throw up in here now, is he?
What's going on here? Out the window.
Open the window. Push the button. Out the window.
l just had this car waxed.
Jesus, get it out of here.
l don't think it's anything to get excited about.
lt's only a severed hand. Don't get so excited.
Maybe not.
Throw it out the window!
We got to get to a hospital.
lt's all your fault, you cheese dip. You stay away from me.
Where's the emergency room?
No, we've got to go to the police station.
They'll know what do to.
Will you just shut up? God.
l think something is not right with those guys.
l feel so.... l just got this feeling.
Yeah. Me, too.
No, it's like we've been here before.
lt's like a dream, this whole thing...
you, me, them.
Anybody here?
-Dead. -Don't say that word.
Why? Damn it, why? Where'd they all go?
Hello?
Where is everybody?
When are you guys going to wake up?
-Nobody can help us except-- -A trained physician, such as myself.
Hold this, my son. Thank you very much.
-Yes, yes, yes. -What, what, what?
When did you two have your last bowel movement?
Do you happen to know what a catheter is?
They got to have police here, emergency stuff.
Somebody somewhere.
l'll take a look around town.
-Not without me. -You stay put.
No way. l saw it. l'm the one who knows stuff.
-Kid's got a point. -That'll be the day.
Come on, cut it out, you two. lf we're going, let's go. We'll be a team.
Teams suck.
Say....
What is it? What's wrong?
-ls he gonna be okay? -Let's look at the tongue, all right?
-Oh, my God. -What?
What is it?
We're going to do a biopsy.
ls it cancer?
-lf we're lucky. -No!
Have you noticed something funny?
Yeah, like no people.
Yeah, like that.
Come on, kid.
Thank God.
Over here.
-Brains. -Fresh brains.
God. Get in the car.
-Come on. -l don't believe this.
Goddamn car!
Come on.
Great. l'm not even out of grade school, and l'm already gonna die.
Gramps. There's Gramps' street.
-We should go and get the others. -There. Turn down there.
There are lights on.
-Wait a second. Hold on. -Gramps?
Grandpa?
You know how to use one of those?
You do know how to pull a trigger, don't you?
Sure. Do you?
She's Junior Class Champion for the whole state.
-Here's yours. -Terrific. Great.
What can l shoot with this, mice?
Look. Those things out there...
they're ugly, and they're dirty, and they're dumb.
l don't even care if they are dead. l hate them.
There's no way they're touching me.
Great.
Make my night.
You've got to help me.
We've got to get moving. Those things are all over town.
Would you come over here, please?
You will also notice there is no pupillary response.
No reflexes.
Obvious lividity...
suggesting chronic intractable rigor mortis.
-ls it serious? -ls dead serious?
But they can talk.
God, it hurts.
l can't move my arms or legs.
See? Now, do you call this dead? They are not dead, you jerk.
Have you noticed he's not breathing? Care to check his heartbeat?
lt hurts.
ln my opinion, l think they should be contained.
-Contained? -Bagged.
Hello?
Brains.
Okay, you mother.
What was that?
Brain.
Stay.
Shoot it.
Oh, God!
Come on.
No!
No. You don't want to do that.
You were gonna leave him here, you quack.
Some doctor. We're gonna go find a real one.
-Come on, baby. -You're making a big mistake.
Shut up.
No. You can't leave me here.
No. You don't want--
You did.
-Get out of here. -No!
Shit.
They wouldn't steal my....
They did.
Damn it!
All right.
Don't you worry, babe.
l'm gonna get you help, professionals, the best.
Will you shut up?
Shut up!
l'm telling you, Sarge.
We cleared out the town. We should be way over here.
Lady, don't come any closer.
-l gotta get a doctor. -Are you sick?
No. What is wrong with you people? They need help, for Christ's sake!
Forget it, lady. Nobody gets out of this town.
Why not?
Plague.
Plague? This is no plague. They're dead!
l mean not like for-real dead, but like sick dead.
When l shook them there's nothing going on inside or anything.
Okay, Sarge. Let's push along, don't you think?
-Yeah, let's move out, boys. -No!
Wait. No, l can explain. l can explain. Please.
lt's okay, lady. We read you. We'll send the medics, all right?
Ed, quit it!
Goddamn.
-Believe me, he's dead. -Get up here, now.
Okay, Sarge. l'm coming.
Take it easy, Ed. Trust me. Okay?
l'll be right back.
-Let's go up Weaver Street. -No. Richmond's faster.
And brighter.
Let's just get out of here.
Son of a bitch!
-What are you doing? -Yeah, l know.
They're already dead. l don't care. l'll kill them anyway.
Oh, my God.
One for the good guys.
Brilliant.
Brains.
Brenda, you gotta help me.
lt hurts so bad.
Joey, l'm doing the best l can. What else can l do?
Don't worry, baby. l'm gonna get you there.
Don't worry.
Let me eat your brains.
Brains.
Brenda, let me have them.
l'm the one who loves you.
Joey, you stay away from me.
Brenda, your brains smell so good.
So rich and spicy.
-Spicy? -Yeah.
Joey, l am not into dead guys.
Honey, it's only me.
Okay. Take them, baby.
-Right. Goodbye, nightmare. -Let's get to a call box.
-No way. We're getting out of here. -He's right, son.
What the....
What's going on? l don't believe this.
-Look. -Soldiers?
-lt's all right. They're ours. -Commence firing!
-l don't think they know that. -Right, l'm wrong.
Wait! You don't--
-They think we're them. -You mean those things?
Yeah. Don't you get it? That's why there's nobody in town.
They evacuated the whole place.
lnteresting situation.
Soldiers in front, zombies in the back.
Maybe we should slip off the side and have a cocktail or....
No?
Hello, is there anybody out there?
Come i, Ca you hear me?
ls aybody out there?
Can you tell us where to go?
Come to the hospital.
-Sure, we'll be right there. -Hold it.
Pardon me, but could you tell me who the President of the United States is?
Harry Truman.
Who's Harry Truman?
They want brains, we'll give them brains.
Jesse, now, remember. No funny stuff.
-lf you hear anything, just shout. -Okay.
l joined the Army to see the world, not this.
Get a hold of yourself. You're an American soldier.
We got a firefight on our hands, and the enemy's already dead.
Beautiful.
All right, you dead bunch of sons of bitches.
l'm blowing your tired, ugly asses right back to hell.
Help! Over here!
-l told him. -Don't worry. We'll find him.
-Maybe l don't want to find him. -l think you do.
l bet you think l'm a real idiot, don't you?
No, l think you're great.
Get up. Who do you think you are?
l got news for you, pal.
We survive, we survive together. You understand me?
-l'm sorry. l thought that thing-- -lt's okay. lt's all right.
You ready to work?
Ready, son? Keep those brains coming.
Chow time!
Get them while they're cold! Nice fresh brains!
Cold fresh brains.
Get that shit out.
Big whoppers.
l've got a lovely bunch of brains.
Brains. Give me some more, son.
Shoot them to me. Brains.
Cold fresh brains.
Get them while they're fresh.
Eat up. Nice cold brains.
Chow time. Cold fresh brains.
Come on.
Yeah.
ls that it?
Come on!
-What is it? What's the matter? -The walkie-talkie.
Great. What are we gonna do now?
The doc will know what to do.
How do you do?
l know that look.
l get it from my mom when she wants me to volunteer for dishes.
-The keys are in the ignition. -You can't send him out there.
Okay, you got to get it started. Turn the key in the ignition.
Doc Mandel here.
-Who's this? -Brais,
Let the clutch out slowly.
Clutch, shift, clutch.
-Got it? -Got it.
Here we go.
We're moving.
All right!
Holy horse puckey.
Brains.
You told. Now you die like me.
That's why you're dead, ass wipe. No brains and a big mouth.
Hurry, Jesse.
l did remember you.
Excuse me. Your fly is open.
Hi. Goodbye.
You jerk-off.
Must have been a fuse.
Move that up front, everybody.
Get a case of body bags down here.
l want a truck over in this area.
You men, check behind the building.
-You did good, kid. You did all right. -Thanks.
You're still a little shit, but l love you.
The feeling's mutual.
l'm starved. How about a bite to eat?
l mean.... You know what l mean.
Maybe we could have a little glass of something...
a little libation.
-Son, have you ever had a Shirley Temple? -No.
-A Horse's Neck? -No.
-A Purple Knee-High? -No.
Tell me this. Have you ever seen a grown man drunk?
Yes.
Come on, guy. Back off with that thing.
l got gas.
Don't hit a girl when she's down.
Okay. No more brains. You win. For now!