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in your water or your mailbox.
and that letter from
Publisher's Clearing House, huh?
The good news is you
won a million bucks,
bad news is you'll gonna
wake up dead tomorrow morning.
Better believe what
we've just heard,
the problem doesn't seem to be
that people are waking up dead.
But that dead people
are waking up.
Listen!
- What's that?
- What was that?
A lot of people
are in on it.
Right.
If I'm gonna wake up dead,
it's gonna be in my own bedroom.
You can all come.
Eliot has the address,
Yeah, nice place too.
Cozy, takes up about half of Philadelphia.
Yeah, it's a f***in' fortress.
I can't get in unless I'm invited.
Sorry Jason, you're
worried about your movie.
I don't mean to hang you
up or anything, but...
I'm gettin' the f*** out of here.
Like I said,
you can all come.
I mean it.
It's an invitation.
I'm in.
- Anyone else?
- Better be not.
Bye guys.
F***in' pommy gets all the girls.
So...
What are we going to do?
- How do you explain, that...
- I have no explanation.
OK, what I'm
going to do.
I'm going to the dorm,
Deb's there.
Whatever's happening,
I don't want her to be alone.
Transmit electrical
impulses
strong enough,
to animate what little
remains of the body's
muscle tissues.
OK.
OK, this is the women's dorm.
Jesus.
It's been 25 minutes
since we've heard the news,
and it looks like
everybody's gone.
Hello, who's
in there?
F***.
What the f*** are
you doing here?
- What the f*** you're doing here?
- I'm stealing sh*t.
What about you...?
What's a guy with a video
camera doing in the women's dorm?
Security!
F***.
Oh god.
Oh sh*t.
OK, OK, this is
Deb's room.
- Wait! It's OK. It's me.
- Jesus, f***..
Are you still
shooting?
- What're you shooting?
- I'm just...
Oh my god!
- God, I'm so afraid.
- It's OK, Deb.
I'm here.
I've been trying to call them,
for like an hour...
Sh*t!
Sh*t! Same f***in' thing,
no answer!
Gotta get out there,
we'll see everything.
- Babe!
- What?
There's no answer at my house.
My mom, my dad, Billie...
- They're supposed to be there!
- Maybe they're up at the cabin.
Everything's out.
The circuits are busy, your folks probably
can't get through to you either.
It was all over the news,
all over the web.
But no one knew what
was really happening.
I wanna get out of here.
J!
I want to go home.
I think that's what
started the panic,
not knowing the truth.
What's been happening?
I don't know,
the prospects
truly are terrifying.
All my friends left before
we could even say goodbye.
It's funny. You spend some much
time resenting your parents,
separating yourself,
building your own life,
but when the sh*t hits the fan,
the only place you want to go is
home.
We're in Mary's
Winnebago,
trying to stick together.
- What is this about, Jason?
- I don't know, I just...
if this turns out to be a big thing,
I just want to record it, OK?
Come on everybody, when it
comes to you, say your names.
This is ridiculous.
- Mary. Mary Dexter.
- What are you doing here, Mary?
I'm going home...
trying to go home.
Can you just not film me
while I'm driving, please?...
so I can focus.
Say your name.
Jason, if you don't know
my name by now
then you can get your clothes
out of my closet, OK?
Come on, babe,
it's part of history.
Debra Moynahan.
And I'm trying to get home too, OK?
Like Mary.
And I'm wondering why my boyfriend
has a camera plastered to his face.
Scranton. OK?
Scranton. Pennsylvania.
That's my home.
It's my parent's home.
And my little brother's.
- College.
We're all at Pitt together.
University of Pittsburgh.
- Why are we on the road?
- Christ.
Yeah, Christ, Jason.
Lay the f*** off!
See this guy?
He won't say who he is, so I will.
He's Tony Ravello. He's from...
- Where is he from? Brooklyn or the Bronx?
- Queens.
He does makeup
that comes unglued.
You know what?
I'm a directing major, just like you.
- I wasn't supposed to do makeup.
- No, I was.
Sorry, babe.
You know what happens
when we try to work together.
I hear that.
Why are we here
on the road?
- Just trying to get out of Dodge right now.
- Why?
What do you want
me to say, Jason?
No, it's not what I want you want to say,
its what you want to say. Tell us...
Why does everyone wanna
get the hell out of Dodge?
Cause of this thing, this crazy
thing that's happenin'.
It is crazy.
- Where are you going, Tony?
- Nowhere. No place to go.
Except to hang with you, Jason,
until I can't take any more of your sh*t.
Hey, guys!
Can you explain why the department
raised its alert level to orange
earlier this evening
indications of a terrorist attack?
Your right, there's no
indication of any terrorism.
simply isolated and
unrelated phenomenon, and we expect
things to return to normal very soon.
See? They've already started
playing this sh*t down.
...maybe due to a
that leads, to a kind
of mass psychosis.
- Psychosis, who's going to believe that?
- Psychotic?
The President continues to monitor
the situation from his ranch and
he's asked the American
people to remain vigilant.
- Say who you are, Eliot.
- You just did, I'm Eliot.
Tell us more.
Eliot Stone, Harrisburgh PA.
I'm here with you fine people
because, I don't know
I'd like to get home, too.
It's on the way, I'm hoping you'll
be so kind as to drop me off.
Seems like everybody
wants to get home.
I know what you're trying
to do, Jason. I get it.
Gordo Thorsen.
Denver, Pennsylvania.
Tracy Thurman.
We're a...
together.
- Forever.
We'll see.
What's that?
Oh... this is
my camera.
Smile.
Thurman and Gordo.
Gimme a kiss.
Oh, I'm from San Antone,
that's Texas.
Don't mess with Texas.
Holy sh*t.
Look at this guy!
Christ!
a buck twenty.
Professor?
Ah-ha, you finally come to me,
I was beginning to feel rejected.
- It's just that...
- So far away, I know.
In storage...
sitting on a toilet seat
with everyone's dirty laundry.
Andrew Maxwell,
analyst.
Nowhere to go,
nothing to do.
and I'm not
with anybody.
Like Mr. Ravello, I'm just
popping along for the ride.
I'm not with
anyone either.
I'm... just...
here all alone...
just me and Saint Chris.
We'll probably be calling on ol' Saint Chris
before this night's over.
Oh my god!
Look!
We'll never get past that. Turn around.
We should go back to the dorms.
- Look!
- It's a cop.
- He's a State Trooper
- How do you know that?
- His hat is... because his hat.
- He looks hurt.
- He's all burned up.
- Not just burned, he's f***in' fried!
Oh my...
He's dead!
I'm telling you, he can't be
anything else but dead.
Oh my god!
your license and registration!
Go! Go!
Oh f***!
F***!
Wait, wait, wait!
What's that?
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