Make way on the bridge!
Battle arms, engage!
It is a truth universally acknowledged
that a zombie in possession of brains
must be in want of more brains.
Never was this truth more plain
than in the recent attacs at Netherfield park,
in which an entire household was slaughtered
by a horde of the living dead during a whist party.
No zombie bite marks on this pristine, young body.
How were you able to discern that the wound on my rib was from fencing?
Been at this a long time, my son.
Lovely bid, Mr. Kingston!
More Sherry for Mr. Kingston please!
I'm afraid Mr. Darcy's here to see you, ma'am.
We have absolutely nothing to hide.
Please, everyone. Enjoy.
Colonel Darcy, Mrs. featherstone.
I'm here on official business.
There's been a report that somebody here has been bitten.
There hasn't been a zombie incident
in Hertfordshire for over two years.
I assure you, we've taken every precaution.
A newly-infected zombie
is almost impossible to detect.
Until they've ingested their first human brains,
at which point, the transformation accelerates with every subsequent kill.
Yes. We are all well aware
of how it works, colonel Darcy.
Well, are you quite satisfied?
- Might I play a hand? - Of course.
- 我能玩一把吗 - 当然
They are in possession of but one truly enviable talent.
The ability to detect dead flesh.
Well, I've won the trick.
Very crafty play, Mr. Kingston.
I dare say, the buzzing is frightfully loud.
It's not the buzzing that should concern you, madam.
But rather, when the buzzing stops.
I'm going to be faint.
Is there anyone else present
whom he would have had the opportunity to infect?
A family member, perhaps?
Who would dare just leave a zombie head
in the middle of the floor?
Get it away from me.
But Mr. Kingston's niece is here.
There was no need to put that girl
through Mr. Darcy's interrogation!
Cassandra, come back!
It wasn't always like this, my dear daughters.
As the century began,
britannia was rich with the fruits of worldwide trade.
From the colonies there came not just silks and spices,
but a virulent and abominable plague.
Naturally, many suspected the French were to blame.
Definitely the French.
- Are you surprised? - No.
- 你们意外吗 - 不意外
the newly-infected were filled with an insatiable hunger
for the brains of the living.
only to rise again as legions of implacable undead.
So certain did it seem the end of days had come
that even the four horsemen of the apocalypse
are said to have ascended from hell.
To protect the living, the grand barrier was built,
a 100-foot wall encircling London.
Then excavation began on the royal canal,
a vast moat 30 fathoms deep
surrounding both the city and its walls.
The land twixt the two fortifications became known
as the in-between.
At this time, it became fashionable
to study the deadly arts of the orient.
Japan for the wealthy.