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A group of young film students run into real-life zombies while filming a horror movie of their own.
Looter: What the fuck are you doing here? Jason: What the fuck are you doing here? Looter: [holding TV] I'm just stealing shit. But you... what's a guy with a video camera doing in the women's dorm, huh?
Andrew Maxwell: You're stuttering, Mr. Creed. Don't try to speak, just shoot. Shoot your picture. Shoot for as long as your hard drive holds out. As long as you have power.
Jason: The camera can see. And what the camera sees, the audience will see. Tony Ravello: What fucking audience? Jason: There's always an audience for horror; believable horror. But who's gonna believe a mummy if his makeup's all unglued? Tony Ravello: Who's gonna believe a mummy in the first place?
[first lines] Police Officer: 628 Tremont. 6-2-8. Three dead. No, just the usual. Fuck. Usual. It's no big deal these days, right?
Jason: Say who you are, Eliot. Eliot Stone: You just did. I'm Eliot. Jason: Tell us more. Eliot Stone: Eliot Stone, Harrisburg, PA. And 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.
Debra: [voiceover] It's funny. You spend so much time resenting your parents, separating yourself, building your own life. But as soon as the shit hits the fan, the only place you want to go is home.
Mary Dexter: [approaching Zombie Trooper] It's a cop. A state trooper. Gordo Thorsen: How do you know that? Mary Dexter: Oh, his hat. His hat... his stupid looking hat.
Debra: I'm just trying to get home too, okay? Like Mary. And I'm wondering why my boyfriend has a camera plastered to his face.
Debra: Jason always wanted to be a documentary filmmaker. But for his senior class project, he decided to try to make a horror film. That's what he was shooting on that first night, the night when... everything changed.
Eliot Stone: [after Ridley drives off with Francine] Fuckin' mummies get all the girls.
Jason: [after running over three zombies] Mary, how do you feel about what just happened? Mary Dexter: [sobbing] How do you think I feel? Debra: [to Mary] They were already dead, okay? You didn't do anything wrong. Tony Ravello: Listen to me, unless you're Jesus fucking Christ, you don't stand up and walk around after you're dead!
Andrew Maxwell: There will always be people like you, wanting to document, wanting to record some sort of diary. Jason: Me? You're the one who put the camera in my hands. You're the one who made me want to do this. Andrew Maxwell: Not this. This is a diary of cruelty. And in wartime, when the enemy can be marked as this son of a bitch or that son of a bitch, then cruelty... becomes justified.
Jason: Say your name. Debra: Jason, if you don't know my name by now, then get your clothes out of my closet, okay?
Andrew Maxwell: The problem doesn't seem to be that people are waking up dead, but that dead people are waking up.
Debra: What is this about, Jason? Jason: I don't know. I just... If this turns out to be a big thing, I just want to record it, okay?
Brody: This can't be fucking happening!
Tracy Thurman: This is our fault. For panicking, for turning this into... Gordo Thorsen: Into what? Tony Ravello: Into something it's not. Into something more than this is. This is all just bullshit!
Ridley Wilmott: Something tells me you're gonna be here for a while.
Police Chief: These attacks were carried out by a bunch of illegal immigrants who were mistakenly pronounced dead before the attacks took place. The only time they were dead was when my guys shot 'em.
Eliot Stone: [to Debra] I want to meet your little brother. Maybe he has a playstation. Andrew Maxwell: I'd like to meet your father. Maybe he has a bar.
Jason: Fuck. Battery's almost dead. Tracy Thurman: Yeah, that's not all.
SWAT Team Member: Don't shoot him in the head, shoot him in the heart. Let him fuckin' wake up dead.
Tracy Thurman: Don't mess with Texas!
Debra: [handing camera away] Take this. It's too easy to use.
Debra: [voiceover] We made a film - the one I'm going to show you now. Actually, Jason was the one who wanted to make it. Like that cameraman from Channel 10, he wanted to upload it so that people, you, could be told the truth. The film was shot with a Panasonic HDX-900 and an HBX-200. I did the final cut on Jason's laptop. I've added music occasionally for effect, hoping to scare you. You see, in addition to trying to tell you the truth, I am hoping to scare you so that maybe you'll wake up. Maybe you won't make any of the same mistakes that we made. Anyway, here it is, Jason Creed's The Death of Death.
Tony Ravello: [yelling into abandoned hospital] Hello! We're not dead!
Jason: All over the world, people learning how to survive by seeing how we've managed to survive.
Debra: [voice-over] It's interesting how quickly we find out what we're capable of becoming. Up until that night, we had lived predictable lives. Now... we would never be able to predict what might happen next. God had changed the rules on us. And surprisingly, we were playing along.
Brody: Can't get close enough for an Emmy. Brie: Screw the Emmy. I'd settle for a fucking paycheck. Brody: Story of my life.
Jason: [handing Debra camera] Shoot me.
Debra: [voiceover] The more voices there are, the more spin there is. The truth becomes that much harder to find. In the end it's all just noise.
Jason: Fuck. $100,000 education, I can't find my way out of a fucking warehouse.
Debra: [recording Jason] Tell us your name. Jason: Uh... Debra: Say it. Jason: Deb, come on. Debra: Say it. Jason: Give me a break. Jay... Jason. Jason Creed. Debra: You see how it feels to have a camera shoved in your face? To have to answer stupid questions when people are dying all around you? You see how it feels?
Samuel: [writing on blackboard after blowing up zombies] I'm Samuel. Hello.
Debra: Technology is terrific, Eliot, except when it doesn't work.
Debra: Everyone who dies, unless they get a bullet in the head, is gonna come back and try to kill someone else.
Newsreader: They are monsters, monsters who prey on the flesh of the living.
Debra: [voiceover] Jason was compelled. I had never seen him like that before. What is it? What gets into our heads when we see something horrible? A horrible accident on the highway. Something keeps us from just driving on. Something holds us. But we don't stop to help. We stop to look.
Police Officer: Fucking shoots his wife and kid, and then eats the licorice. Sticks it in his mouth and blows his own brains out.
Stranger: What the hell's with that camera anyway? Jason: Uh, home movies. Stranger: Who's gonna be left to watch?
Jason: Hi, my name is Jay... Jason Creed, and I have been given the opportunity, given the gift to be able to document the events that have suddenly landed in my lap. And I just want to let you guys know, the audience know, that I'm gonna do my best to capture the truth with me and my friends. There's gonna be no fakeness. I'm gonna go after everything. Really raw, really real. And I'm going to do the best job I can. And I'm just really excited to be given this opportunity. And I am not going to fuck it up.
Debra: [to Jason] If it didn't happen on camera, it's like it didn't happen, right?
Andrew Maxwell: [referring to flask] I'm running low. I'd like to make it to a state store before they all shut their doors forever. God, there's a terrible thought. A world where a gentleman can't buy a bottle of bourbon.
Jason: [to Ridley] See? I told you dead things move slow!
Tony Ravello: Stupid fucking mummy movie. Andrew Maxwell: With an underlying threat of social satire.
Jason: [to Ridley, who's playing a mummy] How many times have I told you? Dead things don't move fast. You're a corpse, for Christ's sakes. If you run that fast, your ankles are gonna snap off.
Stranger: Anything worth anything under one roof. Debra: It's called looting. Stranger: No, ma'am. It's called doing what you gotta do.
[last lines] Debra: Jason once said he thought he could help, maybe even save some lives. This is the last thing he downloaded before he died: a couple of hometown Joes who went out to shoot at targets. But that day, they used people. Dead people. You know, just for fun? There was one target that was different from the rest. A woman... tied by her hair to the branch of a tree. The boys had this one set up just for kicks. They got out their favorite 12 gauge and... [zombie's head is blown in half] Debra: Are we worth saving? You tell me.
Tony Ravello: What's with you all? How come you stuck around? Stranger: 'Cause we got the power. For the first time in our lives, we got the power 'cause everybody else left. All the folks without suntans. Tony Ravello: They'll be back, right? The Army? The National Guard? Somebody's gotta put all this shit back together. Stranger: [laughing] The National Guard. Kid, I'm in the National Guard.
Tracy Thurman: Can somebody please explain to me why girls in scary movies always have to, like, fall down and lose their shoes and shit? It's totally lame. And why do we always have to get our dresses torn off? Ridley Wilmott: Actually, I'm looking forward to that part.
Jason: [as a zombie approaches] Shoot him in the head!
Andrew Maxwell: [upon seeing Ridley's mansion] It's like what god might have built, if only he had the money.
Andrew Maxwell: Morning approaches. Debra: Things always look better in the morning. Andrew Maxwell: Not to me. Mornings bring light. I prefer the darkness. It's easier to hide in the dark. Tony Ravello: You know, Professor? I actually get the... the mornings. They show you for what you are, instead of what you think you are. Andrew Maxwell: Inelegantly phrased, Mr. Ravello, but accurately put. Mornings... and mirrors. I despise them. Mornings and mirrors only serve to terrify old men.
Debra: [voiceover] The media were lying to us, or the government was lying to them. They were trying to make it seem like everything was gonna be all right.
Jason: All that's left is to record what's happening for whoever remains when it's over.
Andrew Maxwell: [handing gun to Tony] Take this. It's too easy to use.
Tracy Thurman: I can't do this anymore. Every time we walk in somewhere, somebody dies. Debra: Or somebody's already dead. It's gonna be the same everywhere we go.
Asian Woman: Don't bury dead. First shoot in head.
Colonel: [to Jason] Turn it the fuck off. [points gun barrel directly at the camera lense] Colonel: Now.
Newsreader: Lock yourself inside! Don't trust anyone, not even those you love.
Newsreader: We've come here concerned about people crossing the border into our country. But that's not the problem anymore. The problem now is all those creatures crossing the border between life and death.
Stranger: One of my men had a bad heart. He died. Thing is we don't know where he went.
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