WARREN: We're not here to fight. We're not your enemy.
NARRATOR: Previously on Z Nation...
So why the big mystery around these bizkits anyway?
Nobody likes to talk about the fact that they contain human brain matter.
Well, where are they getting the brains from, then?
GEORGE: The secret ingredient must be in the flour.
DOC: The chief says what we seek is buried under the past
but beware, it's guarded by demons with sharp claws.
Buried under the past.
What does that mean?
Um, did you hear the part about the demons with the sharp claws?
FOOTSTEPS ECHO RHYTHMICALLY
This is unacceptable!
I don't care how freaked out these Ts are!
MAN: Keep them working!
You!
Come on!
I want these barrels full of raw by dark!
ALARM WAILS
ELECTRICAL HISS
HE INHALES
Hey.
Hey, look at me.
Watch.
HE GASPS
Welcome to the party.
ALARM WAILS
MAN: Pick it up!
Come on! Pick it up, Talker!
Damn, these things get stupider by the minute.
MAN: Move!
MAN: Pick it up, Talker!
This place should've been picked clean a week ago!
Put it in the barrel.
GUNSHOT
Let that be a warning.
Now get back to work!
All of you!
What?
We got another one?
HE GROANS
Weapons on the ground.
Do as he says! - All of them.
Alright, easy. Easy now, easy. Look.
It's all good.
Oh, we are far from all good.
You just shot my friend.
He was already dead. I was just making a point.
No, you were inflicting pain on a fellow being. How dare you!
You're no better than us.
Oh, I see that so clearly now.
Your heart still beats, but so what?
You bleeders destroyed this world.
You have forfeited your right to live!
Now it's our turn.
Talkers! Rise up!
Listen to me!
Our time has come!
Freedom is here! Freedom for all of us!
No longer will we be oppressed, exploited, or murdered!
ELECTRICAL HISS - We will live out our deaths
as we decide!
THEY CHEER - Yeah!
Brothers. Sisters.
Talkers.
Join me.
No more will we be slaves to the living!
THEY CHEER
Our time is now!
THEY CHEER
We will be free!
THEY CHEER - Now!
THEY CHEER
TALKERS: Yeah!
And we will free every Talker enslaved in this mine!
We will bring them out into the light by any means necessary!
HE YELLS - THEY CHEER
There's nothing to fear if we stick together!
HIS VOICE ECHOES
ELECTRIC SAW WHIRS
MAN SCREAMS - ELECTRIC SAW WHIRS
Fire!
GUNFIRE - Fire, damn it!
GUNFIRE
GROWL ECHOES
SQUELCH
HEAD SPLATS
THEY SCREAM
Have mercy.
♪ Have mercy... ♪
GUNSHOTS
♪ Oh, have mercy. ♪
DOC: Another one of those recycling trucks.
Somebody's burning gas like there's no apocalypse.
Yeah, what was in that crate?
Whatever it is, I'll bet it's headed to Altura.
I think you're right.
But where's it coming from?
GEORGE: Warren?
"Knowledge is buried underneath the past."
"Guarded by demons with sharp claws."
The ancestor's prophecy?
Worth checking out.
Stay quiet.
Keep low.
Cool, at least we're sticking together.
WARREN: North American Recycling.
Quite the operation.
GEORGE: Altura.
What are they up to now?
They're Talkers alright.
Talkers?
What are they doing?
GEORGE: They're scavenging.
Electronics.
Phones. Laptops.
WARREN: Nope. They're mining something.
10K: "Caution. Hazardous materials."
DOC: Of course.
Why can't the signs ever say anything nice?
Like, "Baby goats, this way."
Should we be worried about this stuff?
It's the apocalypse.
Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger.
Well, then I'm Superman.
Want me to take up a position?
Good to have you back, baby boy, but I need to figure out what's going on
before you start shooting people. We're gonna split up.
You and Doc go figure out where they're loading these trucks
and we are gonna check out these miners.
That didn't take long.
DISTANT SCREAM
SQUELCH
What happened?
DOC: Damn. Something sucked him right in there.
Creepy, right?
Yeah. Creepy.
Let's go find those trucks.
MAN: Come on.
More of these! Faster!
MAN: Come on. Move it!
More.
Look.
This or this.
TALKER GROANS
Come on!
TALKER GROANS
Oh, my God.
Worthless! If I had bizkits
I'd have this place picked dry in 24 hours!
MAN: But no!
We need to pick up the pace.
Where's Henley?
This or this.
There'll be enough time for that.
These Talkers are pretty far gone.
No bizkits.
Maybe the toxic stew around here is what's keeping them from turning.
Hey.
Check this out.
ELECTRICAL HISS
Do not go down there.
The metal is alive.
Back to work.
No. Not safe.
Oh, you're a talkative Talker, huh?
Come on. Back to work!
Did you see how that Talker snapped out of it?
Like somebody threw a bucket of cold water on him.
Whatever they're mining affects the Talkers.
The secret ingredient?
We gotta get our hands on whatever's in those barrels.
There's only three of them.
I've got an idea.
Here.
Cover me.
George?
Hey. Pssst...
GEORGE: Thank you.
What are you doing over there?
Huh?
SHE SNEEZES
You got barrels to fill.
Go. - THUD
METAL CLATTERS
GUNFIRE
HEAP RUMBLES
Warren!
GUNFIRE
Cease fire. Cease fire!
Get those Talkers back to work
so we can get the hell outta here.
Warren!
Warren?
SHE WHISPERS: Oh, no.
SHE GRUNTS
SHE GASPS
I'll be damned...
SHE WHISPERS: What the...?
Whatever they're guarding must be important.
Doc?
Someday, kid, this is gonna be all that's left of us.
Mountains full of crap and oceans full of plastic.
We'll all be dead, so who cares?
Yeah. Right.
It's more of the same junk.
One man's junk is another man's treasure.
Yeah, no, that didn't come out right.
DOC: What I'm trying to say is... - MAN WHISTLES
DOC WHISPERS: What I'm saying is that one man's...
What are they doing with all this?
Who knows?
LIQUID BUBBLES
They're melting down parts?
DISTANT CLATTER
HISS
What the hell is that? Silver?
I don't think you have to be that careful with silver.
Whatever it is, they're afraid of it.
DISTANT GUNFIRE
Those militia bastards, probably killing more Talkers.
MOTOR WHIRS
What happened? Did you push something?
Oh.
Well, they know something we don't. Come on, let's split.
Warren?
MAN: Hey.
What're you doing up there?
MAN: Get down from there!
Move
or be mercied.
MAN: I got a special tunnel just for you.
Send this one down too.
Shoot 'em if they resist.
Hell...
shoot anything that doesn't move right.
CRANE SCREECHES
I don't like this.
Keep your eyes peeled.
Ten more barrels! Then we roll out!
MAN: Move it!
MAN: Come on! Get 'em in there!
MAN: Let's go!
10K: Zombies?
We'd-a heard 'em.
Talkers did this?
DOC: Nah.
Nah, they're too... I dunno, stoned.
What, did they shoot each other?
Well, they fired out. But...
at what?
Whatever it was, it was big.
10K: No baby goats.
SHE GRUNTS
SHE GROANS
DISTANT THUDS
MECHANICAL THUDS APPROACH
MECHANICAL THUDS
DEVICE WHIRS AND BEEPS
ELECTRICAL HISS
IT EXHALES
ELECTRIC SAW WHIRS
HE GASPS
ELECTRIC SAW STOPS
DISTANT THUDS
MECHANICAL THUDS APPROACH
MAN SCREAMS
ELECTRIC SAW WHIRS
MAN: We didn't mean to!
We were just following orders! - ELECTRIC SAW WHIRS
MAN SCREAMS
Don't go down there.
Do you have bizkits?
ELECTRICAL HISS
Brings you back from the abyss.
Doesn't last long though.
No, thank you. I'm still alive.
I'm looking for my friend.
Don't go down there.
ALARM WAILS
MAN: More barrels!
Move it! Come on!
Move!
Check this out.
Maybe we can find Warren and George.
What does this button do?
MEN YELL - THUD
Hmm. Nothing.
Try that thing.
MAN SCREAMS - Oops.
MAN SCREAMS
My bad.
I guess we know what that one does.
Maybe we shouldn't be doing this.
I know. But it's kinda fun.
Uh-oh. Close the door, quick!
MAN POUNDS ON DOOR
MAN: Open up!
All OK here.
DOC: Yeah, situation normal.
Where's Cooley and Hood?
What's going on? Who are you? - Siegfried.
This is my partner...
Roy.
DOC: The boss sent us here to speed up the operation.
Estes sent you?
That's right. Estes.
He's not happy. He needs you to make more of them...
Bricks. - Bricks. More.
Yeah? Well, screw Estes.
He has no idea what we're up against here.
I got four men dead or missing this last week.
Even the Talkers are spooked.
Any idea why?
This place ain't just hazardous.
It's haunted.
Yeah, well, haunted or not
you're gonna need to keep feeding them conveyor belts
or you're gonna end up with them Talkers digging up truffles.
Well, listen.
You tell Estes this mine's been picked dry
and he's wasting our time.
Well, you're wasting my time.
Now, if you'll excuse us, we got work to do.
Don't have to be such a dick about it.
Haunted? As if zombies weren't bad enough.
Let's go find Warren and George.
ALARM WAILS
DISTANT RATTLE
THUD
THUDS APPROACH
Hey.
Oh... - Warren?
You're OK.
What is this?
This is the man-cave from hell.
Zombies?
No.
Whatever it is, it eats batteries like it's Twinkies.
Batteries?
Yeah.
The Talkers are eating batteries like they're bizkits.
What's in these?
Lithium?
What if lithium is the secret ingredient to the bizkits?
Well, if they're scavenging for lithium, why aren't they making bizkits?
OK.
That's what we gotta find out.
But first, we gotta get out of here
before our rechargeable friend comes back.
Is that the way?
Yeah...
THEY GRUNT
WARREN: Oh, God...
GEORGE: Really?
WARREN GROANS
WARREN: I hate the apocalypse.
What do you want from us?
GUNS CLATTER
CLANG
Not so tough without your guns now, are you?
Found 'em!
DOC: I'm getting the hang of this now.
GUN COCKS
ELECTRIC SAW WHIRS - MAN SCREAMS
Let's get the hell out of here. - OK.
What is that thing?
SAW WHIRS
GEORGE: It's gaining on us!
Run!
Warren! - GEORGE: Oh, God!
10K!
10K: That way!
Going!
Move!
Hurry! There's a thing behind you!
SAW WHIRS
Come on! Come on! Let's go, guys! Come on! Hurry!
DOC: Come on! Come on! Come on!
God.
10K: Where'd it go?
DOC: Nothing's gettin' through that door.
Well, it looks like it's already been here.
"It"? What is it?
Something super weird and super pissed.
Is it gone?
For now.
What does it want?
To be left alone.
It has a lair of dead bodies and batteries.
It's been mining this dump for a while.
Mining for what?
Lithium.
Might be the secret ingredient to the bizkits.
Oh, bizkits, huh? Well, that makes sense.
We just found out that Estes is in charge of this whole operation.
Estes?
Whoever controls the bizkits controls the Talkers.
Whoever controls the Talkers... - Controls Newmerica.
Bastard.
If that's true...
What now?
We get that last shipment of lithium, and we get it to the Talkers in Limbo.
Oh, crap.
Looks like they had the same idea. They're loading up and bugging out.
Yeah, not if we can help it.
You thinking what I'm thinking?
We're gonna hijack that truck.
BRAKES SCREECH
Move over. I'll drive.
I'll be glad to leave this place in the rear-view mirror.
Tell me about it.
What are these two up to?
Get in the back. The rest will fend for themselves.
We got new orders.
WARREN: We're taking this truck. Direct orders from Estes.
DOC: Aren't you... aren't you gonna open up?
Something's not right here.
THEY GRUNT
THEY GROAN
You got the keys? - Yeah.
Hurry!
ENGINE SPUTTERS - You're flooding it!
You're flooding it!
ENGINE SPUTTERS - DOC: Come on.
GEORGE YELLS
ENGINE SPUTTERS
10K: Doc!
THEY GRUNT
GEORGE YELLS
GEORGE: OK...
Oh, sh--
ENGINE SPUTTERS - DOC: Shit...
DOC GROANS
ENGINE SPUTTERS - Come on!
ENGINE SPUTTERS
George!
ENGINE SPUTTERS
ENGINE ROARS
George...
ELECTRIC SAW WHIRS - DISTANT SCREAM
MAN SCREAMS
SHE WHISPERS: Oh, shit.
MAN SCREAMS
ELECTRIC SAW WHIRS
Whoa.
GUNSHOTS
GUN CLICKS
WARREN: Great.
ELECTRIC SAW WHIRS
Get back.
Everybody get back.
ELECTRIC SAW WHIRS
SAW WHINES AND GRINDS
GEORGE: What's happening to him?
SAW WHINES
His battery's dying.
ELECTRIC SAW WHIRS
Wear him out.
THEY GRUNT
SAW WHIRS - HE YELLS
THEY GRUNT
GEORGE: Hey!
THEY GRUNT AND YELL
SHE YELLS
Warren! No!
GEORGE: No!
ELECTRIC SAW WHIRS
Warren!
ELECTRIC SAW WHIRS
SHE YELLS
SAW STOPS
Hey.
You're still in there.
HE GROANS
I see you.
DOC: Is it dead?
He's trapped.
Who is he?
A Talker.
I recognize him.
He was one of the first miners here.
Went missing months ago.
Too much lithium?
An overdose or...
a power surge?
WARREN: Maybe both.
What do you want?
Let us help you.
Where's he going?
MACHINERY WHIRS
WARREN: What the hell is he doing?
GEORGE: He's going home.
MACHINERY WHIRS
TALKERS MUNCH
Is it me or is this apocalypse getting weirder and weirder?
DOC: It ain't you.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
You've given us back our life.
Our soul.
You're welcome.
We need to load this truck up
with as much lithium as we can get our hands on.
And we need to get these Talkers to Limbo.
I've got some questions for Roman Estes.
That's gonna be a problem to get to him.
I think I know some guys that can get past Altura's high-tech security system.
Come on.
Where we headed?
Hacker Town.