Night of the Living Deb Page #7

They re looking for case studies

out there right now,

trying to figure out how

to stop this thing.

Wait.

Wait! I know Frank Waverly.

The Governor is sending him a helicopter.

- And I'm supposed to be on it.

- You know Frank Waverly?

Yeah.

Yeah! I do.

The rendezvous point's right up ahead here.

The rendezvous point's right up ahead here.

Throw a blanket over your brother,

we don't want to scare anybody.

- Oh, God! He looks terrible.

- Oh, jeez!

God!

Woah! Deb's car.

She's here. I hope she's okay.

Was that girl ever okay?

Now let me do the talking.

Some say shooting a gun's like an organism.

That must be Why it's harder

for Women to shoot g...

- What the hell is going on here'?!

- Oh!

- Well, if it isn't Don Juan Demarco.

- No, no, that Wasn't What it sounded like.

Prop a squat here,

One Direction.

I have very classic

masculine features, sir.

- Why is she restrained?

- Oh, you must be Frank Waverly.

And you must be fond of digging ditches,

cos that's what you're gonna be doing

if I don't get some goddamn answers!

- You know, the Governor...

- Ls sending a helicopter, yeah?

- I know.

- Hello, Frank.

I thought lowed it to you

to do this face to face.

- You're not going anywhere.

- Governor.

- Why?

- We screwed the pooch, Frank.

Well, you did. At least, that's how

history is going to show it.

I have volumes of documentation.

This whole thing was on your demand.

My people are at your home

and your office right now.

I don't think documentation is going

to be much of a problem.

Why, self-serving son-of-a...! Aaagh!

Let the young ones go.

They had no part in this.

I wish I could, Frank.

Colonel Newton, I think you saw

these three try to rush the border.

I think you had to use some

extreme measures to stop them.

And I think you succeeded.

Sir.

Goodbye, Frank.

Wait!

My dad has more than enough motivation

to keep quiet and I'm his son.

- So'?

- So...

the only wild card here is her.

She's a reporter.

What? I'm not a reporter!

I mean, I would like to be a reporter.

I'm trying to be a reporter.

She films everything.

She's documented this whole disaster

with this tiny little hidden camera.

Somebody/s gonna find

that footage one day.

Wouldn't you like to get

your hands on it right now'?

I patted her down myself.

I did not find a camera.

Deb, just give it up.

They re going to search Otis eventually.

Otis'? That's her car.

The footage is in her car.

Let's go! You, with me.

The car!

I got the glove box.

Dekker, you pop the hood.

- Try the trunk.

- What? No! Not the trunk!

Pop it.

Governor, sir. Mr Governor...

What the...'? Damn thing...

Aaagh!

What? Holy... Oh, man!

Get that... get that... get that...

Hey, man, that was an accident.

That was a mistake, man.

Don't do it. Put your gun down.

I didn't mean to shoot him.

Come on, we know each other!

That was just a... Aaagh! Aaagh!

- Oh, this is all my fault.

- Ugh!

It's customary to say something like,

"No, no, no, don't beat yourself up."

- Words to that effect.

- Don't beat yourself...

Never mind. It really is my fault.

But I'm going to make it right

for the two of you.

- What are you talking about'?

- Frank?

Come on!

Aaagh!

Ruby, no!

Huh?

Go, go! Let's go.

Dad!

Ryan. Ryan, I should have been there

more for you when you were growing up.

I could have helped you

be a little more rugged.

Why are you talking like that?

You're coming with us.

No! Like this'?

I'm gone, son.

Bit by a zombie in a God-awful sweater.

Now listen up. You stay

with that girl Deb, all right'?

She's good for you. She's got moxie.

Head back into Portland and

stay alive till this blows over.

I'm gonna buy you some time.

You go take care of her.

Go on! Go!

Go!

All right, come on!

End it for me, you piss-ants!

My dad...

Chaz, Stacy.

I can't believe they're all gone.

Nobody left to tell me

what to think or what to say.

It's kinda scary, actually.

That time my family was up on the roof,

that Fourth of July, and saw my dad.

Yeah?

He Wasn't fixing the barbecue.

He was in my neighbour's backyard...

with no pants.

He was exposing himself

to their family dog.

Whoa!

Apparently, he'd been doing it for months.

Basset hound.

He moved out after that.

I've never told that story to anyone.

We've never going to get

out of here, are we'?

Does not look like it.

All the roads will be blocked

just like that one.

- They/ll be looking for us especially.

- Hmm.

On the bright side, no

more lines at the DMV.

Yeah.

I bet some of those workers

will be more lively as zombies.

Mmmm! Rrrgh!

Organ donor!

Delicious!

- What was that? ls that...

- My zombie.

- I didn't know zombies sounded like that.

- Yeah. You've heard them, right'?

No, I haven't heard them talk.

Oh, my God!

Only you could make me laugh

at a time like this.

That's mostly what I remember

about the night that we hung out.

Was you just cracking me up.

No one thinks I'm funny.

They just think I'm strange or...

awkward or...

I say the Wrong thing.

I'm so dumb to think

that I could be an on-air anchor.

I think you'd make a great news anchor.

Plus I've always wanted to slap the tan

right off of Brent Masters' face.

Oh!

Oh, my God, Ryan!

Ryan, we have to go, now.

Woah, woah, woah!

Where's the fire'?

You mentioning Brent Masters back there.

If the outside world could see

What was actually going on here,

the government would have to do something.

The people would demand it.

We'd have a chance.

Yeah, but how'? All communications

have been shut down.

Phone, cable, internet, cell towers.

Not satellite.

Get the lead out.

Our signal goes out to most

of the outlying counties,

sometimes as far as Canada.

- Where is everyone though?

- I don't know.

It would be a skeleton crew

because of the holiday, but...

The morning staff briefing.

Livelier than usual.

Hey, that's Misty Raines.

Ah, they/re still smiling.

She's got so much Botox in her face I don't

know if she's ever going to decompose.

And that's Jerry Chavez, sports.

Oh, and he brought his wife's

famous cupcakes.

Oh! Brent Masters.

Even as a zombie, his

hair is camera perfect!

- Oh, is he coming'?

- Uh-huh.

He was always mean to me,

but I'm going to do him proud.

- Aaaaaaagh!

- Okay, let's... let's go.

Control room's in here. Oh'?

We have to turn the signal back on.

- Wow, you really know what you're doing.

- Yeah, I have my moments.

- Despite my track record.

- Yeah, what does this do'?

Okay, don't touch that.

And that's it! You just look the camera off

on the anchor desk.

On you, right?

Ah, yeah.

Yeah, I guess.

- What's Wrong?

- Er...

I'm just, er...

so used to Working the camera.

Maybe I should do that and

you can do the announcement.

- Deb.

- What?

Listen to me.

Not only is this an insanely perfect

opportunity for you to live your dream,

but people need to know

What's happening here.

What about you, Ryan Waverly?

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