This programme contains scenes which some viewers may find disturbing, very strong language,
graphic violent scenes, and scenes of sexual violence.
EXPLOSIONS
NEWS REPORTS: The bombings... From January...
STATIC
EXPLOSION, SCREAMING
STATIC
EXPLOSION, SCREAMING
SCREAMING, STATIC
AUDIO SLOWLY FADES
MOANING
BANGING
Bingo.
CHIMPANZEES HOOT
Fucking hell.
CHIMP SCREECHES
Fucking hell.
BANGING
CHIMP MOANS SOFTLY
WHISPERS: Oh, God. Keep your shit together
if you want to get 'em out of here.
I can pop these no problem. So get to it!
CHIMPANZEES SCREECH
Security, we have a break-in, sector...
I know who you are. I know what you think you're doing...
If you don't wanna get hurt, keep your mouth shut
and don't move a fucking muscle.
The chimps are infected! They're highly contagious.
They've been given an inhibitor. Infected with what?
In order to cure, you must first understand. Infected with what?!
Rage.
What the fuck's he talking about?! Get the cages open! No!
No! No! Listen, you sick bastard, we're going and we're
taking your torture victims with us. We'll get you out of here.
The animals are contagious!
The infection is in their blood and saliva! One bite...
Stop! Stop! You've no idea!
CHIMP SCREAMS
No!
SNARLING
Get it off! Help me! Help me!
CHIMP SCREAMS
BANGING
Get it off! Get it off!
I'm burning! What the fuck is the matter with her?!
You have to kill her!
Aaaaaagh! Oh, my God!
HE SCREAMS
What's the matter with her?! We have to kill her now!
SHE GROWLS
Oh, God!
SCREECHING, BANGING
No!
BANGING
CRASH!
Argh!
Hello?!
HE COUGHS
Hello?
BANGING
Hello-o-o-o!
FIZZING
HE GLUGS
Mm...
HE BELCHES
Hello?!
ALARM BLARES
DOORS CREAK
FLIES BUZZ
Hello?
RUNNING FOOTSTEPS
Hello?
FOOTSTEPS GROW LOUDER
CHOKING
Father.
HE CHOKES AND HISSES
Fa...
Are you OK?
Uaaghh!
I shouldn't have done that.
Raaagh! I shouldn't have done that!
Shit!
Run!
Over here! Over here!
Over here! Come on!
This way!
SCREAMING
Aaaaagh! Please help me!
Go, go, go! Run!
Keep going! What the fuck is going on? Shut up!
SNARLING AND SCREAMING
Who are they? Who are those people?!
Woohoo!
Let's move! Please tell me what the fuck is going on! Just move.
Come on!
Man walks into a bar with a giraffe.
They each get pissed. The giraffe falls over.
The man goes to leave, the barman says,
"You can't leave that lyin' there!"
He says, "No, it's not a LION, it's a giraffe!"
He's completely humourless.
You two should get on like a house on fire.
So, who are you?
You're from the hospital, yeah?!
Are you a doctor? He's not a doctor, he's a patient.
Look, I'm a bicycle courier.
I was riding a package from, er, Farringdon to Shaftesbury Avenue
and a car cut across me.
And then I wake up today in hospital. I wake up and I'm...
I'm hallucinating or I'm...
What's your name?
Jim.
I'm Mark, this is Selena.
OK, Jim...
..I've got some bad news.
It started as rioting, and right from the beginning,
you knew this was different...
..cos it was happening in small villages, market towns.
Then it wasn't on the TV any more.
It was in the street outside. It was coming through your windows.
It was a virus. An infection.
You didn't need a doctor to tell you that.
It was the blood.
It was something in the blood.
By the time they tried to evacuate the cities, it was already too late.
The infection was everywhere.
The Army blockades were overrun.
And that's when the exodus started.
The day before the TV and the radio stopped broadcasting,
there were reports of infection in Paris and New York.
We didn't hear anything more after that.
Right. What about the government? What are they doing?
There's no government. Of course there's a government!
There's always a government. They're in a bunker or a plane.
No, there's no government. No police, no Army.
No TV, no radio, no electricity.
You're the first uninfected person we've seen in six days.
Where's your family?
They're dead, like Selena's.
Yours will be dead too.
I'm going.
Look, I have to find them. They live in Deptford. I can walk it, OK?
Well, you'll go and come back, yeah?
Get out the fucking...!
You won't! Yes! No-one ever comes back.
So, lesson one.
You never go anywhere alone, unless you've got no choice.
Lesson two. You only travel during daylight,
unless you've got no choice.
We'll take you tomorrow.
We'll all go and find your dead parents together, OK?
Eat.
# Abide with me
# Fast falls
# The eventide... #
If you want to slow down, you have to say.
# The darkness deepens
# Lord, with me
# Abide
# When other helpers fail
# And comforts flee
# Help... #
If there's anyone's in there, who is... I understand.
Anyone! I understand! # Oh, abide... #
OK. # With me
# I need
# Thy presence
# Every passing hour
# What but thy grace
# Can foil the tempter's power
# Who like thyself
# My guide and stay can be... #
Jim.
Wait!
# Through cloud and sunshine
# Oh, abide with me
# Swift to its close
# Ebbs out life's little day
# Earth's joys
# Grow dim
# Its glories pass away
# Change and decay... #
HE SOBS
# In all around I see
# Oh, thou who changest not
# Abide with me. #
They died peacefully. You should be grateful.
I'm not grateful.
My, um...
..parents and my sisters...
..we went to Paddington Station.
Hoping maybe we could get on a plane,
maybe we could buy our way onto a plane.
I remember my dad had all this cash,
even though cash was completely useless.
About 20,000 other people had the same idea.
Crowd was surging.
I lost my grip on my sister's hand.
I remember the ground was soft.
I looked down and I was standing on all these people, like a carpet.
People who had fallen, and...
Someone in the crowd, they were infected. It spread fast.
No-one could run, all you could do was climb...
..climb over more people, so I did that, I climbed.
I got up on top of this kiosk. SCREAMS ECHO
Looking down, you couldn't tell which faces were infected
and which weren't.
Then I saw my dad.
Not my mum or my sister. My dad.
His face...
Selena's right.
You should be grateful.
We don't have time to get back to the shop before dark.
We should stay here tonight.
My room was up at the top, you two can have that. I'll stay... No.
We'll all sleep in the same room, it's safer.
RADIO PLAYS QUIETLY
RADIO: Recorded at the Buxton Summer Music Festival last July
and it's presented by Petroc Trelawny.
BANGING
Jim.
Oh, you're back. Yeah.
How was it? Fine.
Give me a drink of that, will you? It's empty.
Oh!
Here. Right. Did you get all the vegetables, then? Yeah.
I'll start working on them, then.
ROARING
Fight! Fight!
Selena!
Argh! Agh!
Aaah! It's clear.
Haa... Haa...!
It's Mr Bridges. Were you bitten?
That's his daughter. They live four doors down. Were you bitten?!
No. Did any of the blood get in your mouth?
No.
Mark.
Wait.
MARK SCREAMS AND WAILS
No!
Aaaaargh!
Get that cleaned off.
Do you have any clothes here?
Um... I... Yes.
Then, get them and get dressed. We have to leave now.
More infected will be coming.
They always do.
How did you know? I mean, how did you know he was infected?
The blood. Yeah, but there was blood everywhere.
It was on me, it was on you...
I didn't know he was infected, OK? He knew, I could see it in his face.
If someone gets infected, you've got
between 10 and 20 seconds to kill them.
It might be your brother, or your sister
or your oldest friend, it makes no difference.
And just so you know where you stand,
if it happens to you, I'll do it in a heartbeat.
He was full of plans. Have you got any plans, Jim?
Do you want us to find a cure and save the world,
or just fall in love and fuck?
Plans are pointless.
Staying alive's as good as it gets.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey. What's that?
Let's go.
What is it about tower blocks and shopping trolleys, huh?
Stop talking. It's a long way up.
JIM PANTS
Do you need a break?
You? No.
Now I do need a break...by the way.
What's up?
Nothing.
I've got a headache. Bad?
Pretty bad. Well, why didn't you say something before?
Well, because I didn't think you'd give a shit.
You've got no fat on you and all you've had to eat is sugar.
So you're crashing. Unfortunately, there isn't a lot we can do
about that, except pump you full of painkillers and give you more sugar.
As for sugar...
Pepsi or Lilt?
Do you have any Tango?
Actually, we did have a can of Tango somewhere.
SCREECHING
Quiet! That's an infected.
SCREECHING, HISSING
FOOTSTEPS
Oh, no, they're in. Move!
Help! Selena!
Wait for me, please!
Wait, Selena! Run! Wait for me!
Come on! Selena! Run! Wait!
SNARLING Wait! Oh, fuck, wait! Selena!
SHE SCREAMS
Down the corridor, flat 157.
Move! Thank you, thank you.
SNARLING
Ugh!
SCREECHING, HISSING
Open the door!
SCREECHING
Open the door!
Open up! Where's Dad? What?!
Open the fucking door! Where's Dad?
Fucking open the door! Let them in Hannah, let them inside!
Go in. Go in!
TINNY MUSIC: Frosty The Snowman
So, I'm Frank, anyway. I'm Jim.
Hi. Selena.
Selena. Good to meet you. This is my daughter, Hannah.
Come on, sweetheart, say hello.
Come on.
So, this is great. It's just great.
Calls for a celebration, I'd say. Why don't you all sit down?
And, er... Hannah, what have we got to offer?
We've got Mum's creme de menthe.
Great, a creme de menthe.
Ah, yeah. Look, sit, please. Get comfortable.
Where are the bloody glasses? Middle cupboard.
No, the good ones. It's a celebration. Top cupboard.
So, this is your place?
It's nice.
Here.
Now, I know it isn't much but, well, cheers.
Cheers.
HE GROANS
Are you OK in there, Jim?
HE SIGHS
Yeah.
Sorry we couldn't spare the water. Same with the toilet,
the, um, flush doesn't work.
I'm afraid you'll have to use the bucket.
Have to empty it each morning. Just chuck it over the balcony.
No mod cons here. It's fine.
Yeah, all right, listen. It's late. Gonna turn in.
We have a spare room.
There. Are you and Selena, um...?
No. No, no, no.
Um, I'll take the living room. It's fine.
Right.
Oh, no, I mean, yeah.
So, um... All right. OK, goodnight, then, anyway.
Yeah, goodnight, Frank.
DOOR OPENS
Very spruce.
Yeah. Very shredded.
Yeah.
So, what do you make of them? Well, they're desperate.
Probably need us more than we need them.
I think they're good people.
Good people? Yeah.
That's nice, but you should be more concerned
about whether they're going to slow you down.
Right, because if they slowed YOU down... I'd leave them behind.
In a heartbeat. Yeah.
I wouldn't.
Then, you're gonna wind up getting yourself killed.
I'm gonna get some sleep.
Selena.
You think I don't get it, but, um, I do get it.
And I know I'd be dead already if I hadn't met you.
Sure.
No, look.
I mean, thank you.
And I mean, sure.
Goodnight, Jim. Goodnight.
We lost water pressure three weeks ago.
For a while I thought we'd be OK with the water from the other flats.
Cisterns and tanks. But vanishes so quick, you wouldn't believe.
We drink it,
it evaporates, turns stagnant.
They're all empty.
Hasn't rained in ten days.
You can set up a plastic sheet to catch dew and condensation,
trap it somehow. I saw it on TV once, but I can't make it work.
You'd never think it.
Needing rain so badly.
Not in fucking England!
Jim, we're not gonna be able to stay here.
STATIC
There haven't been
any broadcasts for weeks.
Just listen. RADIO: Salvation is here.
The answer to infection is here.
If you can hear this, you're not alone. There are others like you.
There are other fighters, other survivors.
We are soldiers and we're armed. Oh, my God.
We can protect you. Soldiers. Quiet, there's more.
Our location is the 42nd blockade, the M602,
27 miles northeast of Manchester. You must find us.
Then it just repeats.
What, so it's a recording? Yeah, it's a recording.
This is where it's telling us to go.
Just there.
The way things are, we might need two, three days to get up there.
Um, we?
Sound carries in this flat. You know, jerry-built, I suppose.
Me and Hannah do need you more than you need us. Look, I...
No, that's OK, it's the truth.
I can't leave the block if it's just the two of us.
Something might happen to me,
Hannah'd be alone. I couldn't risk it. But, with other people...
If it's a recording, for all we know the soldiers who made it are dead.
It's possible, yeah. That stuff about the answer to infection!
I mean, there is no answer. It's already done
pretty much all the damage it can!
Maybe they have a cure. Maybe they've got nothing at all.
And the only way to find out is to reach them!
We could die trying, Frank!
Or die here.
And anyway, it isn't true what Dad said.
You need us just the same as we need you.
We need each other. And we'll never be safe in the cities.
The soldiers could keep us safe.
So we have to try and get there.
Get there how?
MUSIC: Ave Maria by Schubert
Just so you know, I don't take cheques or credit cards!
HANNAH LAUGHS
What do you think? It's the most direct route
to the other side of the river.
No, no, no, then we should take the indirect route.
The one that's in broad daylight, not underground. Let's just get it done.
Oh, no...
No, see, this is a really shit idea.
You know why? Because it's really, obviously, a shit idea.
So, we're just gonna drive into a tunnel full of fucking smashed cars
and broken glass! It's just really fucking obviously a shit idea!
Hold on!
THEY YELL OUT
Dad! Fuck!
THEY ALL SCREAM AND LAUGH
Fuck!
World's worst place to get a flat, huh?
Agreed. I think we'd better do this quick.
I've got the wheel, you're on the jack.
Hey, do you hear that? Hey, hey!
Do you hear that?
Hear what?
Right, I've done it.
Dad?
SCRATCHING
Jesus Christ!
HANNAH SCREAMS
Oh, no!
Fucking rats! Rats! Get off!
Come on, Hannah, out! Out!
HANNAH GROANS
Get 'em off! Get 'em off!
They're running from the infected.
Move it!
Forget the jack, Hannah. There's no time, forget the jack!
Just lift, everyone.
Grab hold. One, two, three, lift!
SCREECHING
ALL ROAR WITH EXERTION
Lift it!
Don't look at them, don't look!
I can see them. They're coming! Gah!
SCREAMING AND SCREECHING
Come on, Hannah! Put it on! Almost.
Get the tyre on, Hannah! All right!
Get it on, Hannah, come on! All right!
Three, two, one. Drop it!
They're coming. Inside, everyone inside!
Get in the cab! Come on! Get into the fucking cab!
Frank, drive! Move it, Frank!
SCREAMING
Drive the fucking cab!
Whoo!
THEY LAUGH
Goodbye, you fuckers! Whoo!
Frank, Frank, stop the cab.
MUSIC: AM 180 by Grandaddy
Let's shop.
Ne-e-e-e-a-a-ow!
SHE LAUGHS
You. You.
You.
Has anyone seen any buns?
Mmm. Irradiated.
# Don't change your name
# Keep it the same... #
Don't take anything that needs to be cooked, OK?
I think you can eat that raw.
Decaffeinated coffee. Put that back. Tea.
Can't just take any crap.
If I never see another chocolate bar again, it will be too soon.
Oh! Not counting Terry's Chocolate Orange, of course!
There. Now, single malt, 16-year-old,
dark, full flavour.
Warm but not aggressive.
GIRLS LAUGH
Peaty aftertaste. Yeah.
Takes out the fire but leaves in the warmth.
# Whatever together
# Whatever together... #
HE LAUGHS
# La-la-la, la-dee
# Whatever together. #
Either we do this now or we're walking.
Not you.
Stay close, Jim.
What? You heard.
Where are you going?
We've got enough food, Jim. We don't have any cheeseburgers.
Like going on holidays with your fucking aunt.
DOOR SQUEAKS
Oh, Jesus.
FLIES BUZZ
Hello?
BOY GASPS
HE HISSES
I hate you!
Find anything?
Find anything, Jim?! No. Let's get out of here.
OK, we're done here.
OK, Hannah!
ENGINE STARTS
Easy. Brake. Brake! Brake!
Out.
MUSIC: An Ending Ascent by Brian Eno
Mmmm. Oh, my God!
I can, like, taste the vitamin C.
MUMBLES: The raisins, still moist.
What did you say?
The raisins, yeah? They're still moist!
ALL LAUGH
Look over here.
HORSE WHINNIES
Like a family.
Do you think they're infected?
No.
They're doing just fine.
Come on, let's eat! Food!
WHINNYING
Do you know what I was thinking? You were thinking
that you'll never hear another piece of original music ever again.
You'll never read a book that hasn't already been written.
Or see a film that hasn't already been shot.
Erm, that's what you were thinking.
No.
I was thinking I was wrong.
About what?
All the death.
All the shit.
It doesn't really mean anything to Frank and Hannah because...
..well, she's got her dad and he's got his daughter, so...
Cheeky monkey!
I was wrong when I said staying alive is as good as it gets.
You see, THAT'S what I was thinking.
Was it?
Hmm. You stole my thought.
Sorry.
It's OK, you can keep it.
It's getting late! We'd better stay here for the night.
I can't sleep. Me neither.
It doesn't feel safe, does it?
Outside like this.
I think we're safe enough.
Selena didn't seem to have any trouble.
Yeah, I noticed that.
Hey, Selena. What?
What is it?
How'd you get to sleep? Oh...!
Bloody hell! Must have needed a hell of a prescription for that lot!
I didn't need a prescription, I qualified as a chemist.
Oh, great, Valium.
Not only will we be able to get to sleep,
but if we're attacked in the middle of the night, we won't even care.
Two each. No, not for me, thanks.
Can I, Dad? I don't think so, sweetheart.
Please.
No. I can't sleep.
Come on, Frank, let her live a little.
Give her half of one. All right, we're on.
Night-night.
You're a big softie, Frank.
Frank!
Hannah!
Frank!
SHEEP BLEAT
Hello? Hello?!
Hello!
Hello! Hello!
HE MUMBLES
Shhhh.
You're having a bad dream, that's all.
Thanks, Dad.
CAR HORN BEEPS
Come on, sleepyhead!
Come on, Babe Ruth!
Hurry up!
Oh, no, did I miss breakfast? You'll sleep through anything, you.
Did you have a fry-up? We'll stop at a pub along the way!
Door!
MUSIC: In Paradisum by Gabriel Faure
RADIO: We can feed you And we can protect you.
Our location is the 42nd blockade, the M602,
27 miles northeast of Manchester. You must find us, please.
Salvation is here.
The answer to infection is here.
Sure? Yeah.
Must be Manchester.
The whole of Manchester. The whole city.
No fire crews to put it out.
DISTANT EXPLOSION
42nd blockade.
This is it.
I don't understand, Dad. Did they leave?
I don't like this, I think we should go.
No!
Vehicles. We should check the vehicles. There has to be something.
Nothing.
I can't believe it!
Frank.
We have to go.
Yeah. Go fucking where?!
CAWING
Get out of it!
CAWING
Get out of it!
MUSIC: Requiem In D Minor by Mozart
Dad, are you all right?
Yeah, I'm fine, sweetheart.
Sorry I lost my temper.
Hannah.
I love you very much.
What? Keep away from me.
Stay where you are. Dad? Keep away from me! Dad?!
Keep away from me! Dad?! Keep away!
Dad! Keep away! Dad! Keep away! Keep away!
HE SCREAMS
What's wrong?!
Dad!
HE HISSES
HE SCREAMS
Jim! Jim, he's infected! No!
Now, Jim!
Jim, kill him! No! Dad! Kill him!
Kill him!
GUNSHOTS
Stay away from him!
Keep away from the body!
Dad?
Three survivors, one male, two female.
I repeat, one male, two female.
ETA 15.
Put the kettle on.
I'm Major Henry West.
Welcome. Jim. Hello, Jim.
Hello.
Well, we've got beds with clean sheets
and a boiler that produces hot water.
So you can all have a shower. You look like you need one.
Please.
Woohoo! Please stop. It ain't funny!
I've got loads of cooking to do! You fucking Doris!
Please! Run him over! I've got to start cooking!
How's she doing?
Well, she's lost her dad, Jim. That's how she is.
It's all fucked.
What do you mean?
Oh, don't do that, don't do that. Come on, come on, come on, come on.
Don't do that.
Hannah is what Frank said she is, OK?
She's tough and she's strong and she'll cope,
just like I'll cope and just like you'll cope.
I don't want her to have to fucking cope.
I want her to be OK.
When Hannah had her dad, it was OK.
It was OK for them and it was OK for us.
Now it's all just fucked.
So you heard our broadcast?
Yeah, we did.
We must be a disappointment. You were hoping for a brigade,
an Amry base with helicopters and a field hospital.
We're just hoping for...
The answer to infection.
Yeah.
Well, as I said before, it's here.
Though it may not be quite what you imagined.
I just feel very lucky to have found you. You were lucky.
The fire drove hundreds of infected out of Manchester.
The surrounding area's teeming with them.
But don't worry...
..you're quite safe here.
Flat terrain all round the house.
Floodlights, which we've rigged up to a generator.
High perimeter wall, which helps,
and we've been lacing the ground with tripwires and land mines.
You wouldn't wanna mow the lawn, but if they get in, we hear them.
CHATTER, LAUGHTER
Secondary to protection, our real job is to rebuild, start again.
The belly of the house, the heart. A wood-fired boiler,
providing us with hot water. The first step towards civilisation.
The kitchen.
I'll swap you. Kendal Mint Cake, eh? Don't be throwing it. Don't...
Here, give us it. Don't be fighting! Will you put that back? Put it back.
Jones, our resident tin-opener.
What are you cooking, Jones? Surprise, sir! I can't wait.
We're having that. You can put that back.
And lastly, meet Mailer.
Raargh!
HE CHOKES AND HISSES
Mailer, Jim.
Jim, Mailer.
Got infected two days ago.
Mitchell managed to knock him out cold
and we got a chain round his neck.
HE CHOKES
You're keeping him alive?
The idea was to learn something about infection.
Have him teach me.
And has he?
In a way.
Aaaagh!
He's telling me he'll never bake bread,
farm crops,
raise livestock.
He's telling me he's futureless.
And eventually he'll tell me
how long the infected take to starve to death.
HE GROWLS
Aaagh!
# Will there be chips or jackets spuds
# Will there be salad or frozen peas
# Will there be mushrooms Fried onion rings
# You'll have to wait and see
# Hope it's chips, it's chips
# We hope it's chips it's chips... #
ALL CHEER
Hat. So...
..what have we here?
Tinned ham, tinned peas, tinned beans and...
Whoo! Nice one! ..omelette!
You prepared a feast. Honour of our guests, sir. Absolutely.
I was going to propose a toast, but this omelette will do just as well.
To new friends. ALL: New friends!
Jones, did you notice while cooking that these eggs were off?
I-I thought the salt might cover the taste, sir.
Get rid of it.
Doris, you twat. I don't suppose you can cook, can you?
Can't tell you how badly we need someone
with a little flair in the kitchen.
What a fucking disappointment. When I saw those eggs,
I thought it was Christmas.
We'll all have eggs again. Once everything's back to normal.
You muppet! Look at him!
Look, he's still waiting for Marks & Spencer's to reopen.
You don't know nothing! I think Bell's got a point.
If you look at the whole life of the planet,
we, you know, man,
has only been around for a few blinks of an eye.
So if the infection wipes us all out...
..that IS a return to normality.
That what you meant, Bell? Yeah, yeah.
Have you met our New Age sergeant? Our spiritual guru?
Tell me, Farrell, exactly why
did you join the Army in the first place?
This is what I've seen in the four weeks since infection -
people killing people.
Which is much what I saw in the four weeks before infection, and
four weeks before that, and before that, as far back as I remember.
People killing people.
Which, to my mind, puts us in a state of normality right now.
You're not eating.
Don't want to eat. You must eat, Hannah.
I don't want to eat. I want to bury my dad.
He's one of the people you're talking about.
EXPLOSION
Stand to! Stand to!
Go, go, go! Move it, men!
Move, move, move!
Come on, let's go! Move!
Go, go, go, go!
SIREN
Move it! Move it!
Enemy front! Two, three!
GUNFIRE
GUNFIRE, EXPLOSIONS
GUNFIRE
Raaaah!
Mitch! I fucking got one!
What, do you want a fucking sweetie? Keep shooting, you cunt!
SNARLING
SCREAMING
Fucking hell, he bounced! Ceasefire!
I ain't never seen that in my fucking life!
Report clear! Fucking hell!
Clear! Clear! Yeah, clear!
Weren't it, eh? That was fucking marvellous!
SHOUTING
Fucking amazing. I'm telling you, fucking marvellous.
Oh, hello.
WOLF-WHISTLE
Listen, sweetheart, you ain't gonna be needing this no more.
Cos you've got me to protect you now. Go on, Mitch! Oi, oi!
You wanna get your hands on a really big chopper? You come and see me.
Fuck you! That's an offer, Mitch!
Yeah, all right! How about right now?
You like it! Mitchell!
Easy, tiger! You don't wanna pick a fight with me.
Sergeant Farrell!
- Mitchell, first action on. - Re-secure the perimeter, sir.
Then, get to it! Jones, Bedford, go with him.
Slow down.
Sergeant. Sir.
Clear the bodies off the lawn.
The rest of you go with him.
My apologies.
Drink?
We're grateful, OK? We're very grateful for your protection
and just having found people. But if we're gonna stay here...
Who have you killed? I haven't killed...
Since it began. Who have you killed? You wouldn't be alive
if you hadn't killed somebody.
I killed a... I killed a boy.
A child?
Yeah, yes.
But you had to.
Otherwise he'd have killed you.
Survival.
I understand.
I promised them women.
What?
Eight days ago, I found Jones with his gun in his mouth.
He said he was gonna kill himself because there was no future.
What could I say to him?
We fight off the infected
or we wait until they starve to death, and then what?
What do nine men do except wait to die themselves?
I moved us from the blockade,
I set the radio broadcasting and I promised them women.
Cos women mean a future.
Selena! Hannah!
What is it, Jim? We have to go.
Jim, what...? No time! Come on!
Come on!
Look, we get in the cab, we go. SCREAMING
ECHOING: Look, you're not gonna keep them here!
You've got to let them go!
Stay where you are! I'll fucking shoot you!
I'm not gonna let you keep them here! You can't do this!
Right, get hold of him!
I can't get hold of him! Break his fingers!
I want to give you a chance.
You can be with us.
But I can't let them go.
OK, Jim, OK.
Him too.
HANNAH CRIES
Marge walks on the ship. Smithers says, "Women and seamen don't mix."
And Mr Burns says, "We all know what you think, Smithers!"
And that was my favourite-ever joke in The Simpsons.
That's what they're doing across the Channel, across the Atlantic.
They're eating dinner and they're watching the fucking Simpsons!
They're sleeping in beds next to their wives!
But we're here chained to a fucking radiator
because the OC has gone insane!
Starting the world again
when the rest of the fucking world hasn't even stopped.
Just imagine. Just think about it.
How can infection cross the oceans?
How could it cross the mountains and the rivers? They stopped it.
Right now, TVs are playing and planes are flying in the sky
and the rest of the world is continuing as fucking normal.
Think. Actually think about it.
What would you do with a diseased little island?
They quarantined us.
There's no infection, it's just people killing people. He's insane!
DOOR OPENS
Time to go.
Quarantine?
Ugh!
Please! Believe me, I'm not interested.
You see, I'm gonna have the black one.
And I'm gonna make her squeal.
Mitchell! I swear to God it's gonna end badly for you.
Move. Come on, move! Get up!
Get up, you cunt! Fucking move! Get up!
Move your fucking arse!
Come on, then, you fucking pansies. Do me first.
No, Mitch, just use the gat. You're gonna stick me, Mitchell?
Mitch, just shoot 'em! Why?
It's fucking quicker! Is that how you'll let your Sergeant go out?
I'll fucking shoot 'em! No, you won't.
You'll let him stick me, like a fucking dog!
I'm going to enjoy this.
GUNSHOT
Aaaaaghh!
You stupid cunt!
What were you doing?! You wanna shoot me?! I'll fucking kill you!
Where's he fucking gone?! What?
Fuck it!
Get up! Get after him! Jones, move!
Jones, move left! Move! I can't see him! Where are you?!
Where are you? Where is he?!
GUNFIRE
OK, get back! Where?! Urghh!
Jones, can you see him? Through there!
GUNFIRE
Oh, no.
We're fucked!
We're fucked! Relax.
He's over the wall. He's got no vehicle
and no shooter.
He's dead.
THUNDER RUMBLES
Ugh!
Firstly, we're going to make you look a little more presentable.
It so happens that the lady of the house has an extensive wardrobe,
which she certainly has no use for. HANNAH CRIES
No. You can't do it to Hannah.
Go to the master bedroom. Pick out a wide selection. Yes, sir.
No.
No. Ladies.
Come on, it's only dressing-up! Girls like dressing-up.
No! Expensive dresses these are.
Selena! Whoa, whoa, relax yourself!
Selena!
SOLDIERS LAUGH
Whoa! Go on, Cliff!
Selena, Selena! Go on, son!
You need to leave me alone with Hannah, OK?
It isn't right. The OC... Yeah, he wants us to dress up nice.
If you want us to get changed, you have to leave the room, OK?
It's just polite.
Yeah. Yeah, all right.
All right. Come on, lads, let's leave the room.
DOOR SLAMS
OK. You're gonna eat these, Hannah, OK?
Come on, eat these. Eat these, Hannah. Are you trying to kill me?
No, sweetheart.
I'm making you not care, OK?
What you fucking doing?
Fucking bitch!
AIR-RAID SIREN WAILS
Someone's at the blockade! Jim!
Move! Stay here,
put your dresses on. Let's go! Go!
He went over the wall. We thought he'd be dead, sir. Jones, stay here.
GUNFIRE
Aaaaagh!
Davis!
GUNFIRE
ENGINE DIES
Fuck it!
GUNSHOT
HISSING
GUNSHOTS, SCREAMING
Aaaaghh!
GUNFIRE
Uuuuuuggggh!
What was that? Lightning.
I heard something.
It sounded like a Claymore to me.
All right, I'll go and hit the floods, take a butcher's.
Girls, keep an eye on him, will you?
Those pills...
I think they're having an effect.
I can feel them...
and...I don't feel sleepy,
but...
They've been a long time.
What you gonna do if they don't come back?
Would you be the officer if Henry's dead?
Is that the way it works? Shut up!
I don't think they are coming back.
I think they've been killed. I said shut up!
Hannah.
They're dead.
And you're gonna be next.
Get up! Whoa!
We're gonna get out of here! Stay with it, Hannah, stay with it.
Don't worry, I feel fine, really.
Get him off me!
GUNFIRE
Get him off me!
It's jammed! It's jammed!
Aaarggh!
HE GROWLS
Oi! Where the fuck are you going, eh?
What's all the fuckin'
shoutin' about?
SCREAMING
HISSING
Don't just stand there, you soppy cunt! Get after 'em!
You two, in the house! Move!
HE GROANS
Come on, then!
HE SQUEALS
What the fuck you gonna do now?
CLIFTON!
GUNFIRE
Aaaaaaaarggggggh!
SCREAMING
No! Aaaaaaagh!
BONES SNAP
Come on, up! Up!
Corp! Corp.
Defend these stairs with your fucking life! Hannah!
Mailer's loose. Hannah!
CRASHING
Aaagggh!
DISTANT SCREAMING
GUNSHOT
GROWLS, HISSES
HE WHIMPERS
Sorry.
Sir. Shhh, soldier.
Shhhh.
Hannah!
GROWLING
HE GROWLS
HE SNARLS
HE HISSES
SHOUTING, GROWLS
HE HISSES
Hannah!
Selena!
I haven't got any bullets. I haven't got any fucking bullets!
Raaaargh!
Don't fucking leave me!
GROWLING, SCREAMING
SCREAMING, SNARLING
Move, move!
Come on.
Move!
Move! Move!
Just you and me now, darling. But don't worry, I'll get you out
and we're gonna find a nice little fuckin' place somewhere.
Just you and me, and we'll live happy ever after, eh?
I just need a moment, all right? I just need time to fucking think.
GUNFIRE
SHOUTING, SCREAMING
SCREAMING
That was longer than a heartbeat.
Jim?
SHE CRIES
Listen. Listen.
It's not all fucked.
We're gonna be OK. It's not all fucked.
We've got a chance. Shut up. I've seen it.
It's gonna be OK. It's gonna be OK. It's gonna be OK.
Aaaaaggh! Hannah! It's OK, he's not infected.
But he was biting you. I was kissing her!
Are you stoned? It's a long story.
SCREAMING We have to get out of here. Come on!
SCREAMING
Come on! Move!
You killed all my boys. Wait.
GUNSHOT
Ah!
Raaaaaaghhh! Hannah!
Hannah. Hannah!
HE SCREAMS
Hannah!
No!
No! No! No!
HE SCREAMS
Get in.
BOTH SCREAM
HE GROWLS
They're locked.
The gates are locked!
Just fucking do it!
ALL SCREAM
Come on, breathe! Fucking breathe!
Oh, not the curtains as well.
RADIO CHATTER
You looked all right in this, you know?
It's coming!
RADIO CHATTER
You definitely heard it, Hannah? Yes!
I can't hear anything. I told you, I heard it!
Go.
RADIO CHATTER
Do you think he saw us this time?
MUSIC: Season Song by Blue States
# The unfolding of the year
# And now our season is here
# All the balances
# Are clear
# Now that our time is here
# In our perfect present tense
# Through a white rose-tinted lens
# When the words
# Have all been spent
# Will we still have laughing...? #