From Beer To Eternity

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In Chapter 25 of ZOMBIE & JULIET, Rommy and the revolutionaries continue their trek uptown through the abandoned subway tunnel until they literally reach a brick wall. Meanwhile, the evening news report on the chaos in the streets gets sidetracked by drug and alcohol abuse ...


INT. SUBWAY TUNNEL - NIGHT
The hand cart continues going north.
Everyone stares ahead silently.

Gaga turns, looks at Rommy.
He stares at the picture.

Sighs. Puts it away.
Sees Gaga looking at him.

GAGA
How you feeling?

ROMMY
Like I’m swimming in a big vat
of fuck you.

GAGA
(feels his forehead)
You’re burning up --

ROMMY
I’ll be okay.
I just need to see Jool.

GAGA
We’ll find her. I promise.
Then we’ll make some more
of the vaccine --

JAG
SHIT.

MONSTER
FUCK ME.

Rommy and Gaga turn and look.
The tunnel ahead has been
WALLED UP WITH BRICKS.

BRICK
End of the line.
Guess we’re gonna have to
go above-ground.

ROMMY
Where are we?

BRICK
Forty-second street.

JAG
Fucking GREAT.

GAGA
Why did they wall it up?

BRICK
Fucking KAPPS like to keep out
illegal immigrants.

ROMMY
Oh, YEAH?
(raises his fist in the air)
Gimme your tired, poor, huddled masses
yearning to KICK ASS.
(off their looks)
What.
What you looking at?

INT. NEWS STUDIO - NIGHT
Brock and Nobu sit at their news desk.
Look scared.

Brock absently shuffles papers.
Nobu sips from her coffee mug.

BROCK
This just in, the republic is now
in a state of complete chaos.
We urge everyone to STAY INSIDE --

NOBU
Fuck it, Brock.
What’s the use?
It’s Armageddon.
Judgment day.
The end of days.
(hiccups)
You know? Fuck it.
We might as well
jump off the roof --

Brock GRABS her mug.
Smells it.

BROCK
(sharp whisper)
What were you told about
DRINKING on the job?

Nobu GRABS the mug back.

NOBU
It’s the END OF
THE FUCKING WORLD, Brock.
And I’m gonna have
a FUCKING COCKTAIL,
so DEAL with it.

She drains it.
Reaches under the desk.

Brings up a bottle.
Pours some more.

Brock stares in the camera.
Blinks.

BROCK
We now go to Paul David Brazill,
our man on the street, who --
(listens to his ear piece)
He’s dead -- ?
(looks into the camera)
We’ll be right back after
this word from our sponsor.

He exhales.
Assumes the camera is off.
But it isn’t.

BROCK
You fucking LUSH --

NOBU
Can it, pretty boy.
Don’t think I don’t know about
your Columbian BOOGER SUGAR.
(beat)
Hey.
Gimme a bump of that --

Brock turns red.
Looks to his right,
then his left.

Pulls a snifter
out of his pocket.
Hands it to her.

BROCK
Here.
Maybe this will help
even you out.

Nobu grins maniacally.
GRABS it. HONKS a hit.
Then another.

NOBU
WHOO, that’s good shit.
I feel like DANCING --