Kieren, look at me.
What are you?
I am a Partially Deceased Syndrome sufferer.
What I did in my untreated state...
- (GROWLING) - was not my fault.
It's going to be good for you, going home.
MAN: And now the Government is putting these dangerous fiends
back into our community?!
When they first rose from the grave,
they were in very primitive state, but now they are properly medicated.
A rotter's a rotter, drugs or no drugs.
If there's any round here, we'll deal with 'em.
They are vicious killers!
Roarton's sacrifice will never be forgotten as long as I draw breath.
- (GUNSHOT) - (MAN SCREAMS AND CRIES)
I just wanted to disappear when I heard about Rick.
They've found Rick. MoD found him in Afghanistan.
What, he's alive?
- They've found him alive? - Partially.
(WIND HOWLS)
(CROWS CAW)
- Anybody in the bathroom? - I've only just got in.
Are you going to be long?
Steve, how long are you going to be in there?
Well, put the kettle on...
Steve! I've got to get to work!
Now you know what it feels like, don't you?
(ARGUMENT CONTINUES)
(CHILD CHATTERS INDISTINCTLY)
GAME: They're over here, too.
(EXPLOSIONS IN GAME)
- What do you want? - Here! Over here!
I just wanted to say thank you...
...for warning me last night...
about Bill and...
I didn't do it for you. I did it for Mum and Dad.
They're stupid enough.
They'd have defended you if Bill had burst in without warning.
- Well, either way...
I...I just wanted to say thanks.
Not accepted.
Piss off.
- This way. - Where'd he go?
- Take the side out. - OK.
So, you and Bill Macy are best friends now? You know he's always hated me.
Get out! Get out of my room! Get out!
- Hi. - Hi.
- Need a refill? - No, I'm all right.
- I'm, er...trying to cut down. - Know what you mean.
More than three cups, and I'm in and out of the loo all day and all night.
And the colour! I don't know if I should contact Dr Garrison about it, Sue,
because the colour...
Can we not discuss the colour of urine at the moment, please, Steve?
- Crazy night. - Yeah. Yeah, it was.
According to reports, gale-force winds reached speeds of up to 60 miles an hour.
Lots of trees down. Train station's completely flooded.
Flood ed?
The underpass. We told 'em. All of us on the board told them last year,
the drainage system was out of date
and needed to be replaced, but they wouldn't listen.
Completely in denial.
And three inches of rainfall and they're absolutely buggered.
Are you still going to be all right to, um...?
I'm on call. I've told Clive not to contact me unless it's an emergency.
Good.
Your dad's gonna be staying with you today.
Precautions.
It'll be fun.
So you're not coming to the ceremony, then?
- I'm going with you. - What's the ceremony?
I'm not allowed to say.
Er...no, that's not what we said.
"Don't tell your brother about the ceremony."
- No. - That's what you said.
- Jemima. Come on. - So you want me to tell him, do you?
All right, fine. It's a ceremony
honouring the victims of The Rising. The people whose brains you ate, basically.
- Jemima, just shut up! - Shut your mouth!
(SCOFFS) This family
is fucked.
Otherwise, you know, you'd look a bit pale and that, you know.
This is a bit...
Yeah, I know. I don't... I tend not to look at that page cos it's, er...
- It's really disturbing. - It is a bit. Yeah, yeah, it is.
So, he'll be coming back today around lunch time.
Now, t'centre said you can have access to a therapist.
A therapist? Are you taking the piss?
Bill.
I'd suggest you take up the offer, Bill.
You know, cos, Rick, he...he's going to be different from when you last saw him.
We're not fucking tapped, Janet!
(SIGHS)
- My number's on the back, if you want it. - Oh. Oh, thank you.
Ooh.
(DOOR CREAKS)
(SEAGULLS CRY)
Dear Ren. Know this guy's your fave.
You're going to go far, and I'll be right there next to you,
telling dumb jokes and embarrassing you.
This shite with my dad, I'll sort it.
Swear I will.
- Rick. - (KNOCK AT DOOR)
Come in.
Hi. Doesn't seem right, you up here on your tod.
Fancy watching something? Got five new discs, just come in the post.
(PERKY ORCHESTRAL MUSIC)
I've seen this one loads of times.
Don't mind, though. I like watching films over and over.
No surprises. You know what you're going to get, second time around.
Right, if you wouldn't mind just turning around for me, son? Come on.
- You sure you know what you're doing? - Yeah, yeah.
I've read them instructions back to front. just like taking off a plaster.
Quicker you do it, the less painful it is.
Right, no. Er...I don't think that's actually right.
- Here we go! - (LOUD CLICK)
- Agh! - (DOORBELL RINGS)
(KIEREN GASPS)
Let's get you up, son.
Finish that later, eh?
- Up, up. Good lad. In we go. - What?
- No, no, no. - Head down. In the cupboard.
- I don't like confined spaces. - OK.
You'll only be there for five minutes. I promise. Move, move.
Go on. There's a torch there. Ssh-ssh-ssh!
- Mr Walker? The 11 o'clock viewing. - Oh, yeah, yeah. Come on in.
- Hi. Come on through. - Hello.
STEVE: Kitchen's just through there on your left...
handy for all sorts of cooking...
(GASPS)
(INDISTINCT MURMURING)
(GASPS)
(WHEEZES)
(GROWLS-S)
- (GASPS) - Ssh! Kier, it's me.
They've gone, son, they've gone.
How are you feeling?
Bit better.
Get those flashbacks a lot, do you?
Yeah.
And it's usually when I'm stressed.
Sorry I stuffed you in the cupboard like that. I just panicked.
- Dad? - Hm?
Why did you bury me?
WW bu“; me?
(PHONE RINGS)
Hi, Clive. Did you tell them to start the clear-up?
Why would they need me there?
All right, all right.
(CLEARS THROAT) Flood at the station's still not getting sorted.
- Mmm. - My presence is required and desired.
Clive'll be fine. They can do without me.
- You can go if you want, Dad. - No, no, no. I'm staying here with you.
I'll be fine.
- Sure you'll be OK if I pop out? - Yeah.
All rig ht.
But you've got my work number. If anything happens, call me.
You will call, won't you?
- (DOOR OPENS) - MAN: Yep, back door's open.
WOMAN: Have you got enough of the leaflets, love?
Yeah, I got Lisa's flyers.
Did you take the ones off the table?
Oh, I hope we've got enough.
It's a big day, love.
Yeah, it is a big day, love, but we must be strong.
I'll be at the side of you. Don't worry.
(BAND PLAYS SOLEMN TUNE)
(BAND PLAYS IN THE DISTANCE)
(WIND WHISTLES)
(GATE CREAKS AND RATTLES)
(MUSIC FADES)
- On this... - (COUGHS)
...solemn anniversary,
we honour the fighters who risked their lives
and the fearless souls who lost them
to protect this precious community.
Perfect timing!
- Here he is! - (CHEERING)
The man who led that noble fight!
MAN: Hear, hear!
Won't you say a few words, Bill?
(APPLAUSE FADES)
Great news.
Rick...
is coming home.
(MURMURING)
We expect your full...support.
He must be one of them.
(WIND WHISTLES)
(GASPS)
(GROWLS)
(WHEEZES)
(GROANS)
(GROWLS)
(CHOKING)
(GROWLING AND WHEEZING)
Hiya, Nan.
God, it's cold today, isn't it?
It's been a lonely week this week, Nan.
- More than it usually is. - (CLINKING)
Huh?
(WHISPERS) Shit.
(GASPS)
I know you!
- Ha! - No. No, no!
Hey!
- Get back! - (LAUGHS)
- Stay back! - Agh!
- (SQUISH) - Uh...
' Oh!
Oh!!
(CROAKS)
Your face!
Already dead, dumdum!
I'm Amy Dyer.
- What's your name? - (SIGHS)
Oh!!
I like your epitaph.
Thanks.
- Did you choose it yourself? - I was dead.
Some people choose their epitaph before they croak, you know.
(CLEARS THROAT)
"Do not go gentle into that good night
"Rage, rage against the dying of the light."
Love that poem.
Did you leave a will?
- No. - Oh, I had a will.
It was very thorough.
I specifically said I wanted to be buried here.
- Where did you want to be buried? - I wanted to be cremated.
That didn't happen, obviously.
Yeah. No shit.
Your parents buried you instead?
That's so sweet of them.
Hey! Hey, where are you going?
I've got to get back.
Have a nice, uh...second life.
Yeah, no, totally understand, got a lot of being alone to do,
looking at old photos,
reliving the past in minute detail.
I'm psychic.
It's what you've been doing since you got back from the treatment centre, isn't it?
How did you stop...doing that?
I went on day trips.
- You sure where we're going is safe? - It'll be fine.
- Swear? - Cross my heart and hope to die.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
(HE GASPS)
(GASPS)
Oh!!
Oh! Oh!
Tenner says Bill will put a bullet in his nog, minute he steps off the truck.
- (WIND WHISTLES) - (WINDCHIMES CHINK)
(ROUSING MUSIC)
(CHILDREN SHOUT)
I thought we were going somewhere secluded, not Grand Central Station.
You call this Grand Central Station?
I call it being out in public.
So? We've got our contacts in and our cover-up on.
You wear too much of that stuff, by the way.
Yeah, you don't wear enough.
I'm thinking about going au natural, actually.
I wouldn't do that in Roarton, if I were you.
We have to go on that!
(GUNSHOT)
So the Army finally made a marksman out of you, eh?
Aye.
What's it for? Yeah, I noticed your medal.
Valour.
Looks good.
Where's your mum got to?
Thank you for calling
the Department of Partially Deceased Affairs helpline
for PDS Primary Care-givers.
All our advisers are busy at the moment.
Our website is 24 hours and can be accessed...
(SIGHS)
I don't get it.
So, Bill's all right with rotters now, then, is he?
Oh, don't use that word.
All right. So, he's all right with the Partially Deceased, then?
Oh, I don't know about that, love. You saw Bill's face today.
He hasn't come to terms with Rick being...what he is.
But it's a bit obvious, innit?
Well, people convince themselves of all sorts, love.
They make their eyes see what they want to believe.
We're not going to do that, though, are we?
What do you mean?
We're going to tell Kieren that Rick's back, aren't we?
Mum?
- (FAIRGROUND MUSIC) - What is every living person afraid of?
Us?
Death. The big sleep.
Deep down, fearing the Reaper
is the reason why everyone's so messed up in the head.
They know the end is nigh, but there's nothing they can do about it
so it drives them nuts and they live their lives with one eye on the clock.
We don't have to do that.
We can smash the clock to pieces.
That is an incredible blessing.
"God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes
"for when they shall rise from the dead,
"they are as angels which are in heaven."
You're a fan of that guy with the website?
Watched some of his videos. Reckon he might be on to something.
He's dangerous.
He just wants us to be treated with respect.
We killed people. We ate them.
Had to survive, didn't we?
(SCREAMING)
- KIEREN: Don't you have any remorse? - AMY: Nah.
Back then we were in survival mode, out of our minds.
(GROWLING)
- (SCREAMS) - (GHOSTLY WHISPER) Kieren...
AMY: Wasn't like we could pop down the shops.
"Oh, I'll have a pint of milk, a packet of fags
"and a pound of your best brain meat, shopkeep.“
Past is past.
- (ROARS) - (BOTH SCREAM)
(GUN COCKS)
(SNIGGERS)
I was wondering where you'd got to.
- (SHE SIGHS) - You all right, Mum?
Yeah. I've just been sorting your room out.
Yeah, don't worry, your grot mags are still intact.
- Bill! - What? I knew that'd be on his mind.
- Saw Jem Walker out there today. - Aye.
She's a good lass. Great fighter.
Considering the family she's from.
- They all right, are they? - Who?
- Walkers. - Yeah. They're all right.
- This piece of crap keeps doing this! - (BANGING)
(GUN CLICKS)
They did go through that bad patch before The Rising.
Selfish of him.
There was something wrong in Kieren's head, Bill.
I don't care how bent out of shape you get. You keep going.
What happened?
I shouldn't have brung it up.
Oh, come on.
Tell us. He didn't get kicked out of college,
- did he? - Nah.
Killed himself.
Weak ending for a weakling.
You shouldn't speak ill of the dead, Bill.
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
- (WHOOPING) - A-A-Agh!
Kieren?
Kieren Walker?
I went to his funeral.
You're a rotter. Hey!
He's a rotter! He's a rotter!
- (SCREAMING) - Agh!
Get away, you dirty rotter! Dirty rotter!
(DISTANT SHOUTING)
(WIND WHISTLES)
(PANTS)
- (TWIG SNAPS) - (CROW CAWS)
(GHOSTLY WHISPER) Kieren...
Kieren...
(CLOCK CHIMES)
You want wages for patrolling the woods?
Aye, that's right.
What about your sense of community spirit?
Oh, we've got loads of that(!)
It's just, it takes up a big chunk of the evening. Don't it, Gaz?
And God forbid protecting the village from rogue rabid monsters
gets in the way of your drinking time, gentlemen!
Hey, Vicar, we're not saying we're not going to do it.
But now we're a man short,
me and Daz are going to have to take on Bill's shifts.
We reckon we should be compensated for that.
What makes you believe Bill won't be doing his shifts?
Well, he's got his family back.
He's not going to have time to faff around in the woods.
The patrols are not faffing around.
Whatever you say, Vicar.
But if you want us out there, you're going to have to show us some appreciation.
We just want to be appreciated, Vicar.
Budget's tight, but it's feasible.
You'll get your money. Go on.
Thank you, Vicar.
Ta very much, Vicar...sir.
There'll be a patrol tonight.
Oh, what? Why do I always lose?
Cos you always go for paper, you soft tart.
That's five times in a row, that, you know.
More like six, mate...
(ENGINE STARTS)
God, where is he?
Clive called. I had to go out and, er... it took longer than I thought.
Yeah, never mind that. Rick's back.
Love, Rick's back like Kieren's back.
Like Kieren...
- Dead man walking. -Jemima! Shh!
- Does Kieren know? - No, no, no, we've not been in yet.
I mean, we can't tell him.
Well, he's going to find out sooner or later.
- All right. Let's make it later. - Yeah, later.
No, that's not what I meant.
(TUTS) Jemima, will you keep your voice down?
(LOW VOICES)
STEVE: Oh, it's not all about you!
Hi, love.
Sorry to leave you on your own all day. I'll put your tea on.
(WHISPERS) Huh! Dicks.
- Oh, sorry. - Sorry, love.
Oh, hello there.
- Hi. Everything OK? - Yeah.
It's just been a long day.
You cold?
You've got my hoodie on.
Oh.
- Do you want it...? - No, you keep it on.
It's a bit chilly in here.
- Oh, yeah. Yeah, it is. It is a bit. - I tell you what,
I'll put the heating on, eh? Warm us up a bit.
- Come on. - What?
(DOOR SLAMS)
Not doing well.
United. Fourth in the bloody league!
I hear City's scorching. Might have to switch teams.
- Don't you dare, or I'll kill you! - (BOTH CHUCKLE)
- Ta. - You not wearing your medal out?
- Don't really match the outfit, does it? - (SIGHS)
You should. You've got a right to be proud, eh? Look at that.
(SIGHS) Anyway, here's to you coming home in one piece, son.
(OPENS CAN)
Cheers.
Right. Get that down you and we'll be off.
Just check on your mum. You know how she is.
' Aye. 'Janet!
(BACKGROUND CHATTER)
No.
No!
Oh, come on, Pearly. That's one of my fave pictures of myself.
Could cause of fence.
- (BACKGROUND CHATTER) - Thanks a lot.
- (DOOR CREAKS) - (CLEARS THROAT)
(CONVERSATION FADES)
Erm...could I ask you to...
- Right! - ...accompany me to...
Who's buying drinks for Desert Eagle?
What, is it a sponsored silence in here tonight?
Show some respect!
- Don't they realise that Rick's a...? - Shut up. Obviously not, love.
- Going to get you leathered tonight. - Grand.
PEARL: He doesn't look that dead, does he?
I think they wear make-up.
EM". Does he have to do that'?
- STEVE: Do what? - Look so bizarre.
When you decide to join us, young lady,
you may comment on another person's table manners.
Until then, you don't get to say zip.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
Probably be Shirley.
Oi. Mum tells me you've still got the Colt in your room.
No. I've got it on me.
You know the rules. No handguns in the house.
- I'm not putting it in the shed. No way. - The Colt goes in the shed, Jem.
(SCOFFS)
You all right, love?
Kieren, it's, um...
It's for you.
What?
Who is it?
Jesus Christ! What have you done to your face?
I'm going au natural.
You like? (CHUCKLES)
Where did you go today? I came off the ride, you were gone.
- I was recognised by someone. - Shit!
How do you know where I live?
I knocked on every door till I got here.
- Freaked a few grannies out. "Argh!" - Amy, you...you can't...
Was that your ma who just opened the door?
Yeah.
Hiya, fam!
I'm Amy.
Oh, looks good!
Mind if I join you?
I love your hair.
- Is it naturally that colour? - Yeah.
I tried dying my hair like that once.
It came out green!
(LAUGHS) I kept it,
and the next day at school, Mr Percy told me I couldn't go around with green hair,
so at lunch time I shaved it all off.
Why didn't you just dye it back?
Er...cos that would have been giving in.
(DOORS SLAM)
She's at a difficult age.
Er...sorry, love. Would you like some tea?
- Cos we've got some leftovers. - No, thanks, Mrs Walker.
My insides are pretty decrepit.
Eat solids and it goes straight through.
Tried eating a Mars bar a couple of days ago.
Had to throw away my knickers and my skirt.
Ooh. Er...shall we...
- Oh, yeah. Yeah. - I'll show you my room.
Where the magic happens.
(CLICKS TONGUE)
- You can't talk to my folks like that. - Why?
Because they don't like admitting that I'm...
What?
The undead?
Yeah.
- Shouldn't they start getting used to it? - No.
- Shouldn't you start getting used to it? - (SIGHS)
Oh, can we not fight? This is supposed to be the honeymoon period.
(ECHOING ON WALKIE-TALKIE) Bill? It's Jem. Are you there? Over.
Hey!
Hey, )em.
Going on patrol?
- What you doing? - I'm coming with you. I'm packing.
Jem, you can't come on patrol with me.
What are you talking about?
Bill. He doesn't want you doing stuff with us no more.
You harboured a rotter without disclosing it.
- No, I didn't! I didn't... - Your brother!
He was seen at the funfair today.
No point fibbing about it.
Bill sees it as a betrayal of trust.
Well, he can talk, cos he's got a rotter for a son.
- That's different. - How is it different?
Just is!
Bunch of bullshit!
So what sort of firepower were you packing over there?
L85A2 assault rifle.
I were also trained up on the 81 mm mortars.
Ooh, sweet as.
Should have seen the Yanks, mate. They were tooled up for World War III.
They had RPGs, night vision, body armour up the arse.
Were you wearing body armour the day you die...
On the, erm...day of the explosion?
A metal plate on your chest doesn't do shite
when an “ED detonates fight next to you.
Mad.
Do you regret it?
You know, joining up?
Happiest I've ever been was in the Army.
- It's like a family, innit? - Aye.
A family what's got your back, no matter what.
I love them, the fam. I'd like to gobble them up! Not literally.
Hm.
Did you...
get a chance to say goodbye?
When?
When you...croaked.
What did you croak of, anyway?
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! What are you doing?
Leukaemia.
Last thought I remember thinking was...
just that it was so...
unfair.
Like...
I'd been benched before I'd even got to play the game.
(SNIFFS)
- What was your last thought? - I don't know.
I just remember feeling...
...relief.
Relief?
How did you croak, Kieren Walker?
Why?
- (DOOR OPENS) - BOTH: Oh!
- Hi. - Hi.
TV: ...Particularly in the Roarton Valley, we saw gales of up to 60 miles an hour,
and some of you actually reported trees coming down where you live.
- We've also had flooding... - Where are you going?
Kieren?
- Kieren! Kieren! - Rick's back.
How could you not fucking tell me that?
Oh, Kieren! Come back, please!
Cheers, darling. And what were basic training like, though?
I mean, were it tough?
I reckon I could do it, though. Don't know why I didn't do it in the first place.
Talking about Vicky Barnes, you horny git?
(SNIGGERS)
Hey, this one here was making the moves
while you were serving Queen and country, eh?
Ah, he's welcome to her.
Here, get that down you.
Kill the heartache.
(TOILET FLUSH ES)
(PANTS)
(SPITS)
Oh, what am I doing?
- What? - I'm barred for life.
Now you're dead, ban's void.
- It's the Legion. - It's just a pub.
- No, no, no, it's not just a pub. - It is.
No. Amy, the people in there...
...they hated me before I was like this.
Why?
Cos I wasn't like them.
Look, this Rick...
...you want to see him, don't you?
So let's go.
- Why isn't he here? - Vicar Oddie did...
He's offending me, Philip. By not being here, he's offending me.
- (DOOR CREAKS) - Look, this'll be him now.
- (CONVERSATION FADES) - Look.
Take a picture!
Lasts longer.
- Is he here? - Uh-uh.
(CLEARS THROAT) What'll you have?
We don't drink, so...
Well, you're gonna have to order something if you want to stay in here.
What's the cheapest drink you have?
- Lemonade. - Two of those, then.
We serving rotters now?
Are you going to sort this, or am I?
What are you looking at, you weirdo?
I...I'm going to have to ask you two to accompany me.
- Where? - Hi, Phil.
- Just over there. - Who says we have to?
- I'm an official of the parish council. - Big wows(!)
Yeah, that's good, Phil.
I remember you saying that politics was something you really wanted to get into.
Yeah. Yeah.
Yeah, you know, it's a lot of pressure, a lot of work.
Like, you have these ideas about what it's going to be like, and then...
You're asking people to stand in a segregated area?
Look, it's not up to me.
Wow! It's the VIP lounge(!)
Enjoy your night.
(DOOR CREAKS)
All right, mate?
Good to see you, Rick.
Yeah, it's good to see you too, Ren. I'm just sitting out there.
Rig ht.
Well, I can't go out there.
Why not?
Rules.
Who says?
Philip.
Lippy! What you doing, putting Ren in here?
- It's Ren, you tart! - He's a...
He's a what?
Oh, um...my friend.
Sure. If she must.
(SIGHS)
- Come on. Come on. - (ELECTRONIC BLEEPING)
Yes! Take that, you rotter!
Ah. you don't like that, do you? You don't know what's go...
- (TWIG SNAPS) - (WINGS FLUTTER)
(GROWLING)
(GROWLS)
(PANTS)
(GROANS)
(ELECTRONIC GAME BLEEPS)
Oh, bugger.
(GROWLING)
(MOANS)
(SCREAMS)
The Trolley of Certain Death.
- I'd forgotten about that. - You made it. I rode it.
From the den to the bottom of the crag.
Then... Oh, my God! Then we made Lippy ride it,
and he came straight off the path and into that bramble patch.
Here, do you remember that, Lippy?
Mm.
What?
I don't know you.
I don't know you, either.
- Which school did you got to? - Girls' grammar.
Aren't they all lezzers there?
Yeah, huge vagina hounds, every single one of us.
Didn't you go to girls' grammar, Kieren?
No.
Well, you should have done. You'd fit right in. (CHUCKLES)
(LAUGHS)
You know drinking makes you sick?
- You a doctor? - No, just got common sense.
Solids and liquids are toxic to people like us.
I'm not like you.
- Yeah? - Mm.
When's your stitching coming out?
That depends.
On what?
- (DOOR CREAKS) - Rotter! I've seen a rotter!
- Yeah, we know! - Mate!
- Not him! A rabid one in the woods! - BILL: Where?
- Up by the caves. - Right, let's go.
Rick, you're with me.
Dad, can Ren tag along?
You do know what we're hunting, don't you?
Your sort.
- Still want to tag? - (GUN COCKS)
# Going to Kansas City
# Kansas City, here I come
# Going to Kansas City
# Kansas City, here I come
# They got some crazy little women there
# And I'm gonna get me one... #
Move it, Rick.
Just a sec, just a sec, just a sec.
Just got to load our shots. You go ahead. We'll catch you up.
You should have done that on the way.
Right, come on, move it.
(ANIMAL CRIES)
What happened?
Why...
(SIGHS)
Why are you the way you are?
When you died...
...everything turned to shit.
Life didn't mean anything any more.
So you...
You offed yourself?
You shouldn't have done that, Ren.
(so BS)
(THUMPING STEERING WHEEL)
(GASPS)
How could you do that? Had the whole world at your feet!
Did I?
You'd got into art school!
Full scholarship. You were out of here, mate.
Flying high!
It didn't matter much without you.
You can't put this on me.
- Can't I? - We'd already said goodbye.
- That wasn't a goodbye. - It was!
We drank a bottle of White Lightning,
smoked a few fags, messed around,
and then you said, "All right, see you tomorrow."
Next thing I know, you'd gone to Preston for basic training.
I didn't hear nothing from you after that. Nothing!
I wanted to make it easier on you.
Easier on yourself, you mean?
I wrote thousands of letters. Why didn't you reply to me?
Didn't get any letters.
1 didn't!
I thought you'd just forgotten about me.
How could I forget about you?
Well, you were going away.
New place. New people.
No, that's what you did, Rick.
That's exactly what you did. Not me.
I kept us going.-
In my head, I...I kept us alive.
BILL OVER RADIO: What the bloody hell are you playing at? Where are you?
Ren's having trouble with his torch.
Yeah, well, get a move on sharpish, right?
Better get to it.
You don't have to do everything he tells you, you know. Not any more.
He's my dad, Ren.
Shine that light to there.
I think we're lost.
I think...
Oh, Ren!
(GROWLING)
Re"?
Rick.
Over here.
(GROWLING)
No way!
- It's the old den. - Shh.
(GROWLING AND WHEEZING)
- Two rotters by the den. - Hey, hey.
Repeat, two rotters by the den.
What are you doing? What's wrong with you?
- BILL OVER RADIO: On way. Repeat on way. - What?
What do you think we're here for, mate?
Oh!!
Two rotters on the move.
Received! On way.
Dean, that way.
- (GROWLS) - (GUN COCKS)
(WHISPERS) Keep your eyes peeled. Shh. Shh, shh, shh.
(GROWLS)
Ah! 9012 you!
Ah, a set! Do you know how much the Government pays for a set?
We're going to be wadded, mate!
Argh!
Oh, no! I've been bit! I've been bit!
Oh! Oh!
- Oh! - Bastard!
I'm infected! I'm going to turn!
Gal'!
Tell Vicky I've always loved her!
My Vicky?
- You're not infected. - I am!
- That rotter bit me good! - You can't get infected.
It's common knowledge!
You get bit by one, you turn into one of 'em in 20 seconds flat.
It's been more than 20 seconds, though, hasn't it?
In love with my fiancée, are you?
Nah! Lads think she's fit and all that. I think she's a right dog!
BILL: That's enough!
What do you think, son? Think we should hand 'em over to the civvies?
No.
They're disgusting and they're evil.
You do the honours. You're a better shot than me.
(GUN COCKS)
RICK: Ren.
Ren, shift out t'way.
- What are you doing? - They're rabid, mate.
Yeah, at the moment, but... when we get them to the hospital...
They're not going the hospital.
- Why? - They're rabid.
- Bill? They pay big for sets. - BILL: Shut up!
Do what you think is right.
They...they can be treated.
With the same medication that we're being treated with. Do you understand?
They're like us.
Come on!
Do it.
Pull the trigger, lad!
They're like me.
Are you going to shoot me as well?
Do it!
BILL: What are you waiting for?
- You want something doing... - (GUN CLICKS)
Piece of crap!
Dean! Give me your pistol!
Look, Dean, how...how much are those two worth alive?
200 each for the pair. 500 bonus if I bring 'em in intact.
That's a lot of money. Could do with money like that, could you, Dean?
- Too right I could, yeah. - Gary?
I could use the cash, aye.
Let's take it to a vote, shall we?
All those in favour of handing them in unharmed
and receiving the £900 reward money,
raise your hand.
(SIGHS)
(# KEATON HENSON: To Your Health)
- Come on. - (GROWLS)
They're stinkers, aren't they, these things? Get the net on 'em.
Ready?
Get 'em up. Come on.
# Make mine a pain in the neck
# Here's to you, you old wreck... #
Excuse me, mate. I need help.
Bill, this is far from over.
# ...Drink up so we can both finally die... #
(GUN COCKS)
You know something's not right and you want out.
# ...And I'll have a bright yellow boat
# With nothing to row
# With nothing to row... #
He's got to go, and you've got to do it.
I blame Kieren, and that's a horrible way to feel about someone,
especially your only son.
I was scared of him, scared of my own flesh and blood.
They are not your neighbours! Not your friends!
They are imposters!
Changelings of the highest order!
- (GUNSHOT) - That's how it is on the films.
Yeah, we've seen it. You get bitten, you come straight back, in all the films.
Yeah, I know. But this isn't a film.