[choir vocalizing]
♪ ♪
- [retching]
♪ ♪
[both growl]
♪ ♪
- Don't eat the beans! Don't eat the beans!
- Zombies! Zombies!
- Dory!
- Hey! Watch it!
- Hey! Get off of me!
- What the hell is wrong with you?
[rave music]
[low growls]
- Stop it! - I can't hold 'em back!
[indistinct chatter]
- Put her down, man. Put her down.
- Hey! Hey, hey.
- Help! Someone help me!
[growls and screams]
- Hey. - Hey.
- What is happening? - I don't know.
Everybody is freaking out.
- Let's get out of here! [screams]
- Oh, my God! - What is happening?
- Run! Run! - Run!
- What-- - Fucking run!
- Right here! Right over here.
Okay. Okay.
I think we should just go back to my place.
- What is going on?
Why is everybody acting like that?
- Maybe we should have had them form a line
so things could have been a little more orderly.
- Yeah. - God, it's the pills, babe.
They turn people into--
into zombies.
[distant screams] - What?
- Zombies. - What do you mean?
- Zombies. Zombies. - Zombies, Drew.
The people that eat the other people.
- They got Winnie, Winnie got Luz.
And then, she bit Helen, and Helen's on top of the car.
- And then, Helen. And then-- - Okay, okay.
Calm down. - No, no, no.
But this can't be, all right?
'Cause we ate the pills. I mean, we all took them.
- Yes. - And we felt it.
And didn't you guys feel it too?
I mean, but we all did.
- No, no, no. I swapped them, Drew.
I swapped them. They were a placebo.
I swapped them. - Wait.
For real? - Elliott.
How could you have done that?
- Hello? Thank God I did.
Look around you right now, Dory.
My egomania saved our lives!
- No, no, no.
No, this is--this is just crowd hysteria.
- It's not. - I mean, the pills work.
They work.
- The pills are bad, babe.
The disciples are zombies. Everyone is gone.
And if we don't figure a fucking way out of this,
we will be too.
- It's over, Dor.
You did your best, but there's no such thing
as enlightenment.
Just psychosis.
- Hate to say, babe, but you did it again.
Except it's way worse this time.
[clatters]
- Oh, my God! - Whoa!
- Shit.
- Hello?
- [growls] - Okay...
Excuse me. Are you okay?
- [growling]
- [whimpers] - Oh, my God.
- [roars] - [screams]
- [growls] - [yelps]
[clatters] Oh, my God.
- Oh, God. - Great job.
- Ah! - Great job. Great job.
[laughter] - Yeah.
I'm raising chickens.
- Oh, my God. In the city? - Yes.
I built a coop under my bed with my uncle.
It is sublime.
I'm having fresh eggs every single day.
- Everyone, run! - God, that sounds so good.
- Mm-hmm. - The dead are coming!
- What are they talking about? - I don't know.
It's probably some, like, street theater troupe.
Just don't make eye contact.
I don't want to tip them. - Help!
Help!
I'm not bit! - I'm not--no.
Oh, my God. [all growling]
- Sir, we're eating. - [screams]
- This neighborhood is changing.