- Winnie, what are you doing? Leave Helen alone!
- Get-- - Shit!
- Get off her! Get off her, get off her!
Get off of her!
Jesus Christ! Now!
Now!
- Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Oh, my God, I'm going to die!
- Oh, thank God.
She's completely lost her mind, I mean--what are you doing?
- All right. Everybody, back in the van.
- Come on, come on. - Just step in.
- Is there a minute I can--
- Your energy is a little bit hostile.
If you could just-- - Watch your head.
- Heard it, like an animal... - So scary!
- I hope Winnie's okay.
- I'm pretty sure that she has the flu.
- I'll have you step up in, please.
- Hey! Don't push me! - Don't push him!
- Don't push me!
- All right. Is this all of you?
- Yeah. - Yes, sir.
- Where is your queen?
- We don't know, officer.
- Oh!
- We got the crazy one detained in our car.
They say she ate two old people,
but we can't find any trace of the bodies anywhere.
- I think they're all fucking nuts.
- Well, let's head back to the city.
Follow us.
- Welcome aboard the Tunnel Access 99.
The door is closing.
Officer Brentline and Officer Sweetapple,
it feels like you want to go to New York City
Police precinct number 13. Did I get that right?
- Yes. - Sorry, you need to speak up.
Can you please repeat? - Yes!
- Please, speak confidently, so we register your answer.
- Yes! Jesus Christ!
- Fucking beta-version bullshit.
I heard everybody on the force
who got one was bitching about it.
- - Shut up back there!
- I don't want to go to jail.
- I think jail would be quite joyful.
- But I just got reborn. I want to go out.
- Elliott, where the hell are Dory and Drew?
both:
- Drew, I love your singing voice!
- Thank you! I do, too!
I've always wanted to pursue it.
I goof around with it
because I've been too afraid to, you know, lean in.
- Well, once we give these pills to people
and the world is finally at peace,
you can spend the rest of your days singing!
- That is so true!
And you know why? - Why?
- Because... both: ♪ This is the dawning
What's wrong? - Do you want to explain this?
- Are these birds evil?
- Hello?
- Okay. I'm sorry, Liquorice.
Once again, I don't know why you're mad at me.
- "Jack Hallwood feeds birds at the age of 93."
Does that not alarm you at all? - Lower your voice.
Sometimes it just takes me a second
to catch up to your wisdom.
- Jack Hallwood, son of Chantal Witherbottom and John Hallwood.
What does this mean?
It means you're a slut! - Okay.
Okay, so you're saying that this 93-year-old man
is my son with that child?
- The point is you cheated on me!
- No, I didn't, I swear. Not yet, at least.
- But you will and this proves it!
- Okay, you know what? I will not apologize
for something I have not done.
- Do you understand what I'm talking about here, Chantal?
The end of the world is just one condom away.
- Okay, I will wear a condom. Is that what you want to hear?
- It's too late for that. Do you know what's coming?
Cannibals! Flames!
Total annihilation! Ah!
You're faking it. - Ah!
- Okay, I am not falling for it.
If you think I'm calling an ambulance,
you've got another thing coming.
- Baloney.
- You don't think it was
the pill that made Winnie sick, do you?
- What?
No, El. That would be, like...
an extreme reaction, wouldn't it?
- Well, this is what happens when things go untested.
- Oh!
- What the hell was that?
- Oh, my God. - Aah!
- Officers, I think
there's something wrong with the car.
- Oh, something's loose and flapping around up there.
- All right, all right. I'll pull over.
- Hey, we've gotta pull over for a second
to check some shit.
- Copy. - Pull over.
- A pullover is a garment worn on the top half of the body.
Do you accept this definition?
- I accept. Pull over the car.
- Pulling over. - Thank you.
- Oh, my God! - Oh!
- Oh, my God...
- What the hell?
- Okay...
- Ooh!
- What's going on? - Mike!
- Ow! Ow!
- Ah!
- I think there's, like, a hawk or a condor up there!
- Oh, holy shit. What is that?
- It's a lady?
It's--it's a lady eating them!
- Open door! - I'm sorry.
Please speak with resolve. We didn't get that.
- Open door! Open door!
- Open door policy
is a term used to refer
to when a supervisor
leaves their office door open
in order to encourage transparency
within the company's community.
Do you accept this as a-- - No!
No! Open the door!
- You said, "Open door." -
Oh. Ooh.
- Oh!
- Is that Helen?
- Oh, good Lord! - Oh!
- It's so freaky!
- Kick the door open!
- Go, go, go!
- We're closed.
It's all broken!
- Open up that door!
- Open this door! - Oh!
- Go, go, go, go, go!
- Dory, there's hundreds of people camped outside
of Lyte Headquarters, like, grieving you.
- What? - Look.
all:
- They still believe in the cause.
- Then that's who should get it first.
We go there, and we distribute what we have,
and the whole world will change.
- How's that grilled cheese, sugar?
- Oh, my God. It is so, so good.
Like, what did we do to deserve grilled cheese?
- Okay. You sound like me.
- It is scrumdiddly- dum-dumcious, though.
- They're going to break the fucking glass!
- They can't. It's bulletproof.
- Why would it be bulletproof? - Because I'm mafia.
Might as well say it.
- What is going on? What is happening?
Look at Helen!
She looks sick just like Winnie.
- Okay, okay, everyone. Okay, everyone.
Don't be mad at me!
But last night, I switched the enlightenment jelly beans
for real jelly beans, and I think I accidentally left
some of the enlightenment jelly beans in there,
and that's what Winnie must have taken.
- And it turned her into that thing?
- I mean, unless she has a crazy period
or something, I don't know.
- Wait, so I'm not enlightened?
- I mean, you could be, sweetie,
but it's probably just from your own inner work.
- Oh, my God! Marty, you're bleeding.
- Oh, gosh.
I guess I'll need a Band-Aid, right?
- No! - Shit, shit, shit!
We have to isolate him! - Why?
- Marty, have you been paying attention?
Because you've bitten,
and you're gonna turn into a zombie.
- Just get out! Can't you kill him?
Aren't you mafia or something?
- My role is more like the gossip.
- Okay, a zombie? Okay, you guys sound insane.
That's so clearly not what's happening right now.
Like, I've seen this all the time at music festivals.
They're just dehydrated.
- Oh, my God!
- You're gonna clean that up.
- Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
- Hey, everyone. In here, serious, quiet!
- 911, what's your emergency?
- Zombies. - Oh, my God.
- Excuse me, did you for real just say zombies?
- Uh-huh.
- What happened to Elodie and Leonora?
- What was that?
He's in here.
- The police will be here any minute.
It's going to be okay. We'll be saved.
- I'm really glad I didn't get emotionally attached to anyone
who has thus far turned into a zombie.
- Oh, my God. - What?
- I just realized something that's actually
kind of really very bad. - What?
- So Winnie ate the jelly bean and turned into a zombie.
- Yeah.
- Dory has the rest of the jelly beans.
- Yeah?
- Didn't she say she was gonna pass them out
to as many people as she possibly could?
- Oh, God.
- That would be, like, really bad, right?
- What if that's what Drew and Dory are doing right now?
- We have to do something. - But I don't want to.
- I don't want to either, but I think that this thing is,
like, actually spreading really fucking fast.
- She's right.
The R-Naught on this thing is disastrous,
and I don't want to do the math,
but the aggressive nature of this
is likely to significantly reduce the population.
- Oh, God.
- We have to stop it.
- You're right. - Are y'all psycho?
You can do whatever you want,
but I'm going to stay right here
until the authorities come and fix everything.
- I'll come with you.
I feel really bad that I created this formula.
- Follow me.
Go back in. Go back, go back,
go back, go back.
- We'll go in the go-karts and ride those back to Brooklyn.
The only problem is that the go-karts
are on the other side of this place.
- Okay, okay. - You ready? You ready?
- We've got this. Yes. Yes.
- You people are nuts. There are literal zombies.
Let the people with the proper training handle the situation.
You're going to get yourselves killed.
- Shh! Pepper, stop.
- Oh, God, oh, God, oh, God, oh, God.
- Go.
- I want to get out of here.
- I think they're gone.
I'll check. - Be careful.
- Yeah, okay, let's go. Get up.
- Okay.
They're going to be here any second now.
No need to be scared.
- This can't be the right way.
- Why would there be an exit in the laser tag?
- Okay, I squatted in the laser tag for a week
shortly after coming out, just trust me.
- Oh, my God! Oh, my God! - Portia, shh.
- There's a zombie in here. - Shh right now, shh.
- Be quiet, Portia.
- - What?
- It's okay. It's nothing, it's nothing.
- Oh, my God. - It's nothing, just...
Okay. Okay, okay.
Okay, there's an exit.
- Oh, my God, oh, my God! -
Oh, no!
- Get off of my fucking friend!
- Oh, my God! - Get the--
- Shit! - Close the door!
Go, get it, go! - They're coming!
Babe, babe, babe, babe, babe!
- Oh, no. Oh, my God, no!
- Come on! Drive!
Oh, my God, make it go! Make it go!
- I don't know how! I don't know how!
- No! No! No! No!
- Oh, my God! - Push the gas!
- Make it go, God damn it!
- No! Please!
Please! Close doors!
Close doors!
- Please speak with a kinder tone.
- Close doors, please!
- We're going to die! - Okay, I got it!
- - Whoo-hoo!
- Oh, my God, go! Go!
- Come on, come on, come on!
- Oh, no! It still doesn't go!
- Come on!
- Oh, my God! Go faster!
- Oh, my God! Whoo!
- The midtown women's morgue in Manhattan
has been quarantined this morning
due to an unnamed contagious outbreak.
The building has been sealed, and the block evacuated
as authorities attempt to contain the spread.
Details about the disease are being withheld,
for the time being,
so please make sure to stay clear of that area.
- Oh, no, scary. - Yeah.
It'll be fine.
It seems like they have it under control.
- Yeah. Thank you. - You're welcome.
- This was incredible. -
- Hi, are you Mrs. Liquorice Montague?
- I am, yeah. - Hi. I'm Dr. Amanda Baby.
I'm so sorry, but your wife...she passed.
Mm...
- What was wrong with her?
- Well, she just kind of had every awful thing you can have:
scabies, mites, tapeworms, heartworms, hookworms,
roundworms, fleas, ticks, bedbugs, body lice.
They just kind of ate away at her from all sides,
and then, of course, they ate each other.
- But that's not possible.
We shower with iron pellets. - Mm.
I'm going to write you a prescription
for an antibiotic because there is no way
you haven't been exposed to something.
And can you please not sit on any of the other chairs?
We'll have to burn that one.
Oh, before she choked on her last breath,
she asked me to give you this.
I want to say she said it was a letter from the future.
- Are you from the future?
- Am I from the future?
No, sweetie. I'm from right now.
You can pay up front.
- Okay, Drew and Dory are probably headed
to Lyte Headquarters. Put it in!
- Are we even going to be able to make it that far?
- Honestly, I do not know how this thing is still going!
- Oh, my God. Look!
- Wow. - Aw, how beautiful.
- My God.
Hey!
- It's her, it's her!
She has risen! She has risen!
- I'm alive! I'm alive!
- Let her speak! Let her speak!
- Today is a good day!
Because today is the day
that humanity's true nature is revealed.
- I bring you the pills.
Are you ready?
I said, are you ready?
- Oh, God!
Oh, come on! - Shit!
- Come on!
- Shit! - Oh!
- Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
Oh, my God! Babe, it's Dory!
- Perfect timing. - Oh, my God!
She has the beans! She has the beans!
- Oh, my God, we have to get out and stop her right now!
- Dory! - Dory!
- Yeah! - Open your hands!
Open your mouths, and open your hearts!
- Dory! - Stop!
- Stop!
- Dory, stop! - Dory!