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[about to run a gauntlet of zombies
: Whad'ya think? Bag it or try for it? Peter
: You game? Roger
: I need lighter fluid. Peter
: You got it.
[looking in a Civil Defense carton
] Francine Parker
: Spam! Roger
: You bring a can opener? Francine Parker
: No, I guess I didn't Roger
: Then don't knock it, it's got it's own key.
: You'll take care of me when I go, won't you, Peter? Peter
: Just rest, man. Save your strength. Roger
: I don't want to be walkin' around... like THAT!... Peter... PETER? Peter
: I'm here, man! Roger
: Don't do it until you are sure I *am* coming back! I'm gonna try... not to... I'm gonna try... not to... come back. I'm gonna try... not to...
: One-stop shopping: everything you need, right at your fingertips.
[Roger and Rico point their guns at each other, at point blank range
: Hold it!
[Rico breaks and begins to run away
: Don't go out there!
[Rico is shot and screams as he falls off the tenement rooftop
: We're gonna have a hell of a time getting back. Roger
: We've just got to wait a little longer before we move. Peter
: No, there's always a chance of some of them staying up on the balcony. Roger
: We can handle that. We can break right through them. Peter
: If any of them see us or hear us, they'll just follow us on up. It's no good. Roger
: We sure as hell can outrun 'em. We can load up with what we've got and get the hell out of here. Peter
: I've been thinking... maybe we've got a good thing going here. Maybe we shouldn't be in such a hurry to leave. Roger
: Oh, man. Peter
: If we could get back up there without them catching on, we could hole up for a while, at least long enough to catch a breath, check out the radio, see what's happening. Stephen
: There's some kind of passageway over the top the stores. I don't know if it's just heating ducts or some kind of access. I saw it on the map. Peter
: Upstairs. Let's go.
: We've got to find more fuel. Maybe closer to Cleveland. Roger
: No. We've got to stay out of the big cities. If they're anything like Philly, we may never get out alive. Peter
: We may never get out of any place alive. We almost didn't get out of here. Roger
: We're getting out of here fine. As long as there's not too many of those things around, we can handle them easy. Peter
: Yeah, well it wasn't one of those things that nearly blew me away. Roger
: We gotta stay in the sticks! There's bound to be more of those little private airports upstate. Stephen
: There's the locks along the Allgheny. There's several fuel-pumping stations there, state- and private-owned. Roger
: No, those are probably still manned. We don't need those hassles either. Stephen
: They're just out after scavengers and looters. Peter
: Oh, you got papers for this limousine? Stephen
: I've got GON I.D., and so does Fran. Peter
: Right, and we're up here doing traffic reports! Wake up, sucker! We're thieves and we're bad guys. That's exactly what we are. We gotta find our own way.
[Roger was almost bitten by a zombie, and has snapped
: Bastards, you bastards! We got 'em, didn't we? We got this, man! We got this by the ass!
: Roger, get your head together, we got a lot of work to do. Roger
: Number two. Peter
: You all right? Roger
: Perfect, baby. Perfect.
[Roger and Peter are startled by the Old Priest
] Old Priest
: Señores, please to let me pass. Roger
: Let's get him to the med unit. Old Priest
: No, no, please. Just let me pass. I go up to seventh floor to find my sister; just let me pass. The people of 107 will do what you wish now.
[Roger is in the basement, vomiting
: You ain't just in here by yourself, boy!
[Roger aims his gun at Peter
: You was in Wooley's unit, wasn't you?
[Peter cocks his gun
: I didn't see nothing. I didn't see how he died.
[They lower their guns
: What's the problem, officer? Officer at Police Dock
: We caught your friends here stealing company gasoline. Roger
: What do you mean, friends? Stephen
: They know, Rog. They're running too. Officer at Police Dock
: Now it would be crazy to start shooting at each other. Roger
: It sure would.
: Jesus, it's everywhere.
: [over the radio while driving trucks
] Hey, too tall, too slow, two, come back! Peter
: You look my size when you're sitting in a truck. Roger
: What I want to know is how we got to be in the same force with you being so large and all? Peter
: Well, they told me it was a midget force, and they needed somebody to look up to. Hey, where's Flyboy? What's his twenty? Roger
: He's probably up on the roof... with Flygirl!
[after avoiding a bunch of the zombies
: Well, we're in, but how the hell are we gonna get back? Peter
: Who the hell cares! Let's go shopping! Roger
: Watches! Watches! Peter
: Wait a minute, man. Let's just get the stuff we need. I'll get a television and a radio. Roger
: Ooohh, ooohh, lighter fluid! And chocolate. Chocolate!
[he runs down a clothing aisle
: Hey, how about a mink coat?
: Hey, man, we can't carry all this shit.
[Peter wheels a gardening cart up with all of their supplies
: Oh, I see, we're just gonna wheel right by 'em, right? Peter
: We're gonna try, brother. We ain't doin' this for the exercise, so we might as well try to get what we can. Roger
: No way this is gonna happen.
: Peter, where are you? Peter
: I'm right here, man. Roger
: Hey, we did it, didn't we? We whipped 'em, didn't we? Peter
: That's right, man. Roger
: Didn't we... Didn't we whip 'em? Peter
: We sure did, buddy. Roger
: We whipped 'em and we got it ALL!
: Aww, God! Oh, Jesus Christ! Peter
: What is it? Roger
: My bag! I left my goddamn bag in the other truck! Peter
: [stops driving the truck
] All right, trooper, you better screw your head on. Roger
: [hyped tone
] Yeah, yeah, yeah; c'mon, c'mon c'mon, let's go! Peter
: [grabbing him by the collar
] I mean it! Now you're not just playin' with your life, you're playin' with mine! Now... are you straight? Roger
: [subdued tone
: [to Peter
] Man, a lot of people are running... I could run... I could run, tonight. A friend of mine, he's got this helicopter. He does traffic reports for GON. He asked me to come with him. Do you think it's right to run?
[coming upon the mall
: What the hell is it? Roger
: It looks like a shopping center, one of those big, indoor malls
[coming across a Zombie storage room
: Why did these people keep them here? Peter
: 'Cause they still believe there's respect in dying.
: You better get some sleep, too. Peter
: I been thinkin'. There's an awful lot of stuff down there that we could use. Roger
: I know it. Peter
: It's a big place, but they're pretty spread out down there. I think we can outrun 'em. Roger
: Hit and run? Peter
: Hit and run. Francine Parker
: You're crazy! Roger
: This place could be a gold mine. We've got to at least check it out.
[referring to Frannie
: She looks sick. Roger
: Come on, wouldn't you be? Peter
: No, man, I mean she really looks ill. Stephen
: She's pregnant. Roger
] Hey, maybe we should get moving. Peter
: We can handle it. Roger
: Yeah, but what if she needs a doctor...? Peter
] We can handle it! It doesn't change a thing.
: Do you want to get rid of it? Stephen
] *What*? Peter
: Do you want to abort it? It's not too late, and I know how.
: Somebody better sit watch all the time. Roger
: [points to the boarded up door
] They'll never get through there. Peter
: Enough of them will. And it's not just those things we have to worry about. That chopper up there could give us away if somebody comes messin' around. Roger
: And what are they gonna do? Land another pilot to fly it out? They're not gonna mess with a little bird like that, they've got enough on their hands.
: It's Christmastime down there, buddy! Peter
: Fat city, brother! How we gonna work it? Roger
: If we can get into one of the department stores up top, they'll have their own escalators inside. Peter
: Let's go check those keys.
: Come on, Martinez. Wooley
: Yeah, Martinez! Show your greasy little Puerto Rican ass so I can blow it right off!
[Cocks his gun
: Blow ALL their asses off! Low-life bastards! Blow ALL their low-life little Puerto Rican and Nigger asses right off!
Officer at Police Dock
: Hey! Ya got any cigarettes? Roger
: Any of you guys got cigarettes?
[Francine shakes her head
: No, I'm sorry. Stephen
: Where you headed? Officer at Police Dock
: Down river. We got an idea maybe we can make it to the island! Stephen
: What Island? Officer at Police Dock
: Any island. What about you? Where are you headed? Stephen
: Straight up.