05x01 - Thug Death

[bunniefuu]

[Liv] Previously on iZombie...

[thuds]

Where is the commander?

Major is the new commander at Fillmore-Graves.

I'm sure you two have heard that we will no longer be receiving brain shipments from our friends in the United States.

You now possess the most valuable asset in all of New Seattle.

- We do?
- [exclaims]

You know how to smuggle brains into the city.

Smuggle all the humans in you want.

Your enemy won't be Fillmore-Graves.

It's the US Army that will be standing in your way.

[Liv] Isobel's immune.

I wanna go out knowing that my life had meaning.

Brains of Freylich Syndrome victims are the cure.

Whoa.

- [all cheering and clapping]
- You may now kiss the bride.

[Liv] Clive...

How would you like to be a father?

I think Liv just gave away her cure.

[Peyton] Isn't that just like her?

_

[sighs]

[cashier] You like root beer?

Not really.

'Cause I think we got some root beer.

Got some Hellfire Cheesy Puffs behind the counter.

Interested?

No, thanks. Just... Just this.

It was a trick question anyway.

- [chuckles]
- I don't sell Hellfire nothing.

Screw 'em, know what I mean? Zombies.

[girl] How do you know
I'm not a zombie?

[cashier chuckles]

'Cause you ain't sucking my brain out of its skull like I'm a damn oyster.

[girl] The night's young.

[both chuckle]

You almost had me there, "The night's young."

I was almost buying it.

But zombies don't come in here.

They know what's good for 'em.

[girl] What makes you say that?

Fillmore-Graves makes us stock self-tanning lotion, and we ain't sold one of 'em.

Zombies know they ain't welcome here.

This here homie don't play.

Time's nearly up for zombies.

That I can tell you.

We ain't gonna keep letting ourselves be hostages.

That's for damn sure.

[tires screeching]

What's the hurry?

Ain't no place to go.

All of us is stuck in these square miles.

[door beeping]

Zombie bitch.

[opening theme music playing]

_

[Liv] Sad.

The last portion of brains in the morgue, if not all of Seattle.

Thumb-breaker Barnes.

I spent five days with you in my head, and now that you're gone, I'd rather you stay gone.

You were an unpleasant man with an unpleasant job.

You dangled an old lady off her balcony because she, what, disrespected you?

Ever heard of anger management?

Maybe you should've tried soothing whale sounds.

[whale sounds on earphones]

But I'm spoiled.

I rarely have to choke down brain tubes like every other zombie in the city.

Wine.

Liv! Liv, it's happening.

I should've known last night when I was more interested in eating the pizza guy than the pizza itself.

My monthlies. [Gasps]

Thank you, Grace. For being this kind, I'll be forever your humble servant.

That was mine.

I take it all back.

Whoever this was, delicious.

It was Thumb-breaker Barnes.

Oh...

Hmm.

Who looks good?

Oh, yeah.

[classical music playing over speakers]

I'm going for a swim.

Don't be here when I get back.

[scoffs]

Actually, marathoner brain. Come back tonight, say : ?

Bring friends.

No fatties.

[Don E] Get this through your head.

Blaine is King Kong and the rest of us are merely Skull Island natives.

Don't ask why.

Just go tell the girls that Twofer Tuesdays is a real thing decreed by the mighty Kong.

Remember, Don E,

'twas Beauty k*lled the Beast.

[laughs] Yeah, well, there are worse ways to go.

- Everything okay?
- Actually...

Actually, things are better than okay.

They're the hunky-doriest.
Candy was just leaving.

[sighs]

We got problems.

So we're more like hunky-dory adjacent?

It's a train wreck, that video, man.

That video is k*lling us.

What video?

Where have you been the past hours?

Um...

Did you talk to those lawyers I texted you about?

Were they from the firm of Young & Willing?

Come here. We got company.

What video, Don E?

Convenience store surveillance cam caught a couple of zombies ripping apart some lady who had the bad sense to bump into their hooptie.

And what's that got to do with us?

Turns out, humans don't like seeing men of a certain

"complexion" chowing down on nice human ladies.

Who knew?

So humans are gathering their pitchforks and their torches?

[sighs] You know how they get.

It's six humans in particular who should concern us.

It's the six Border Patrol agents who we pay to look the other way when we're smuggling brains through the south channel.

I guess they used to think that zombies were essentially decent.

Some are.

Well, now that they've seen one of their own womenfolk put through debraining process, we can't pay them enough to ignore it.

So who's here?

Think of all the people in the world you'd enjoy seeing.

It's none of them.

They're petitioning me to let two humans out of the city

- for a dance contest?
- Mm-hmm.

Dance of a lifetime.

No, I'm not letting humans out to dance.

Producers say they'll give us a one-minute commercial spot in each episode.

To advertise what?

Our tourism's way down.

Commander!

Welcome. Welcome.

Blaine.

It's been too long, old friend.

I really do hope this is a social call.

Sadly, no.

I got a call from the brain plant this morning with some disturbing news.

They told you, then.

That we live in a quarantined city teetering between self-destruction and annihilation?

We delivered , fewer brains this week.

Yeah.

Annihilation may come sooner than any of us would like if that trend line continues.

You're responsible for brains making it to the city.

It's how you live like a king.

It's why people are willing to pretend that you're Jack Sparrow and not Jack the Ripper.

[clears throat]

Sounds like you got a PR problem.

You should arrest a couple of zombies, say they did it, smash their heads.

Humans sleep easy at night knowing we live in a just society and Border Patrol agents remember they like money.

Bing, bang, Bing, bong.

All our problems are solved.

We don't smash heads anymore.

Oh, yeah.

How's that hopey-changey thing working out for you?

Stay in your lane, Blaine.

Make a new plan, man.

Hop on the bus...

Commander, you might not like the way I problem-solve.

I'm not known for my light touch.

You got a good thing going.

I suggest you do nothing to screw it up.

That's always my first choice.

Then I'll leave you to it.

[door closes]

I don't know why they expect you to come riding to the rescue.

- Well, I'll tell you, Don E.
- Please don't.

- People ask me how I've done it.
- [music playing]

Turned my life around.

Outlaw.

Hero.

Well, aren't those just two sides of the same coin?

They have at least one thing in common.

The need for a trusty steed.

Skip it before I puke.

Can't. They make you watch a commercial first.

- [grunts]
- Oh!

[Ravi grunts]

Oh, uh, Thumb-breaker Barnes' brain.

Mogulball Motors. Where heroes find their steeds.

- Are you a baller?
- Be calm.

- [glass crunching]
- Carry on.

Here's what we came to see.

- I've seen it.
- Well, watch it again.

We need all hands on deck on this one.

This m*rder could bring down the city.

This is coming straight from...

Speak of the devil.

Good, you're watching it.

[sighs]

Your hair.

Where is it?

By now, I assume it's been swept up and is in a dumpster behind the salon.

I love it.

We didn't discuss that, now, did we?

Uh, Peyton, Thumb-breaker Barnes' brain.

Well, won't this be fun.

Yeah.

_

Consider this group a task force.

We need to find out who m*rder*d this poor woman.

We should probably also figure out who this poor woman is.

It's a powder keg out there as I'm sure you've all noticed.

People need to see that we can solve this and bring these two zombies to justice.

Or there are some humans out there, not just our Dead Ender friends who might decide it's game on.

Clive, you and Liv get out to the gas station where it happened, see what you can find.

Cavanaugh and I will work the low-rider angle.

Let's get to work.

Oh, Ravi. A word?

Yeah.

[Dale] Clive.

A word?

Something I could help you with, ma'am?

[sighs]

Yeah.

There is, Detective.

- While you're out there fighting crime...
- Yes?

Can you find me some chocolate?

Honey, that is no easy mission, not in this...

Some salted caramel dark chocolate.

[cashier] Slim pickings, huh?

You don't have any salted caramel dark chocolate, do ya?

With or without almonds?

Oh, sorry. No, man. No fancy chocolate.

Fresh out of jet packs and submarines too.

[scoffs]

Clive Babineaux, Seattle PD.

You mind showing me the original footage of the m*rder your cameras captured?

Oh, yeah, of course. Just back there.

Thank you.

It's point and click. Just pick your date and time.

It's pretty self-explanatory.

Clive.

There is blood all over the pavement.

We got samples.

You. Get out of here.

- Go on now.
- Oi!

That animated meat is gonna get us all k*lled.

[inhaling deeply]

Now aren't you a lucky little man, hmm?

Lucky,

'cause you're face-to-face with me instead of her.

I should've given you a go at Renegade with that stick.

[Liv] Ravi.

I'm okay.

You made your point. Come on, I found something.

All right.

The surveillance video cuts in later, but if we rewind a couple of seconds...

[mouse clicking]

[Liv] The victim is on her phone.

So we check the nearest cell phone tower, see who was pinging it at : , see who we can't track down.

And that's our victim.

Yeah.

I should ask Hobbs to do this.

Hobbs likes telling people no.

Well, you brought this on yourself.

Chase Graves didn't let people leave the city.

Ah, but Chase Graves had no interest in being popular, whereas being popular is what I live for.

Commander?

Jordan. Come in.

Thought you might wanna see this.

- What is it?
- Deck of cards.

We raided Warmbloods, that human bar on Third?

I know the one.

People were playing poker with these.

Ah.

Well, if they're playing cards, they're not making IEDs.

Hey, you're the ace of spades.

The S*ddam spot.

Yuck it up, Uday.

What are these?

Applications to leave Seattle.

Oh, what about this lady?

Cynthia Rybnicki.

Says here she was visiting Seattle when the wall went up.

Her husband and kid are in Chicago.

Does she require medical assistance only available outside of Seattle?

No.

That's why it's in the reject pile.

Man.

Your job sucks.

Now you're just feeding his self-pity.

No, seriously. I can't think of anything worse.

Father of four in Cincinnati, early-onset Alzheimer's.

Or this lady who suffers from cluster headaches.

And if Renegade doesn't get her to Seattle to be a zombie, she is moving to Oregon to go out on her own terms.

Liv.

Are you okay?

[sighs] We gotta go get this kid.

Astrocytomas. Inoperable.

If it was just a brain tumor, well, whatever.

But I'm in my fourth foster home.

And each one gets worse.

Phil... is a pervert, and Sandy is an enabler.

I'm gonna s*ab him if he ever touches me again.

I can make it to Sacramento, someone can meet me there.

Well, what are you waiting for?

_

♪

Hey, Baron.

This credit card has about $ left on it.

Don't go crazy.

You got any papers for me?

Papers?

Travel docs. For the kid I'm bringing in.

You know the ones that keep us from getting lined up and sh*t?

Whatever.

She's here.

- Renegade.
- [Chuckles]

You're looking fine.

Baron, you are looking the part.

You gonna brief me or what?

In three, two, one.

Good morning and welcome to Frost Bites.
I'm your host, Johnny Frost.

Joining me this morning to discuss the state of affairs in the city with balls behind the walls is Peyton Charles, Seattle's de facto mayor.

I'm not the mayor.

Acting mayor.

Closer. I'm the chief of staff to former Mayor Floyd Baracus.

May he rest in peace. In any case, you look ravishing as usual.

Ooh, careful, mate.

Also with us is Seattle's numero Uno chick and local business owner Dolly Durkins.

Today, we'll be discussing how to improve human-zombie relations.

There's no such thing as "improving human-zombie relations" any more than you can improve human-T-bone steak relations.

Or Bugs Bunny-carrot relations.

The clock... The clock is ticking.

Lovely.

_

Dr. Grassly raved about you.

Said we'd be lucky to have you on the team.

Yeah, Jerry's a good dude.

"Dr. Collier is a real-life Good Will Hunting," he said.

Said you weren't even enrolled in his class, you just showed up.

[chuckles]

I was enrolled at Johns Hopkins, though.

It wasn't like I was polishing the floors.

Jerry said you turned in work way beyond the capabilities of all those privileged kids.

I'm from Chappaqua.

My parents are both doctors.

- Hmm.
- Tell me about Dr. Chakrabarti.

I heard that when he worked here, years before Seattle happened, he wrote a paper about the potential for a zombie outbreak.

- He did indeed.
- How was it received?

We fired him.

Oh.

But to Dr. Chakrabarti's credit, he has been nothing but gracious in the wake of the outbreak.

He's sending us all of his research, we're sending him everything we get.

You'll be working closer to him than anyone on our team.

That's why I wanted this job.

I'm a fan.

[Peyton] You're suggesting that Seattle's half a million humans preemptively slaughter the city's zombies, which we outnumber to one?

Stop, they're already dead.

I wouldn't send my kids to school with vampires and werewolves either.

- You can call that bigotry...
- [man] Someone order a sub?

In here.

I am a business owner and it is my job.

[man chuckles in awe] Whoa.

Morgue.

This is where you keep all the m*rder*d people, huh?

By definition, innit?

Just put it there.

Order for... "Shark Body"?

"Chakrabarti."

Yes, "Shark... Body." Strange name.

Is that a nickname?

- You got a dorsal fin or...
- Oi, mate.

I'm watching.

- [computer chiming]
- You got a call there.

There he is, the man who did more with...

Who's that then?

Dr. Chakrabarti, meet your new liaison, Dr. Collier.

I'll let you two talk shop.

Dr. Collier has already gone over your research, and I know she's got questions.

Dr. Chakrabarti, it is an honor...

Oi, mate! Meatball!

My sub was a meatball, you nonce!

What's this mess of veggies?

Oi!

[chair clattering]

Dr. De Beardo.

Where's your better half?

Not now, Blaine.

I've had a bit of a late one, feeling a bit ropy.

The man asked you a question.

[Ravi] Mmm.

And I...

- Ignored it.
- Oh.

Blaine.

You wanna call off your lady friend?

I'm not gonna buy you a new one if this one gets broken.

And what's this?

Is she crying?

What's the matter?

Somebody must've minced that bucket of fish guts you call a face creating scarring near the drainage system thereby disrupting the normal flow of tears through your ducts.

Or... is you just a Muppet?

- First one.
- [grunting]

Maybe she's upstairs.

Could be.

Crybaby.

Let's go.

That's right, go on.

Right.

Maybe I caught you at a bad time.

They're having a laugh.

Okay. So, I spotted something in your research that...

If you believe when push comes to shove, that it won't be us versus them, then you've been seduced by zombies.

If anyone is doing any seducing, it's Miss Charles.

I love this new cut on you.

Right!

- Your...
- Enough.

Uh, Dr. Chakrabarti?

This is Liv Moore from the Seattle Police Department.

- That matches what I got.
- Please give me call...

Thank you so much for your time.

Thank you.

Bye, now.

- Okay.
- [Sighs]

Only left on my list.

I'm down to .

Seventy-two people were pinging the cell phone tower at : that night.

One of these people must be our victim.

Mr. DeBeers.

To what do we owe the emotions we are currently experiencing?

Good karma.

- Lady Luck.
- What do you want, Blaine?

I'm so glad you asked...

Renegade.

Look, I wanna keep my hands clean.

It's taken me so long to get them this way.

If you don't hurry up and catch whoever is responsible for pulverizing the sweet lady on the gas station video, I'm afraid they might get dirty again.

Nobody wants that.

Not you.

Not me.

Not my corporate sponsors.

[sighs] So... You see this?

This is ten grand.

To me this is nothing.

If I take a nap and wake up, another one appears but you two, on your meager civil servant wages, this must be, like, a lot.

Right?

I'm sorry, are you offering us a bribe?

"A bribe"?

What? Can't a citizen offer a reward for the capture of a couple of no-goodniks?

Huh?

You have hours.

Then it's Blaine time.

Who had six months in the "Blaine begins to speak in third person" pool?

Zombies are going hungry because of this video and that makes me sad.

And I'm delivering fewer brains to Major, which makes me less wealthy.

- And that makes me sadder.
- Go.

Forty-eight hours.

Blaine.

You forgot this.

Whoops.

Sorry, I leave these everywhere.

Where is my head?

[Peyton] Reforms instituted by Commander Lillywhite.

No separate justice system for zombies.

No curfew.

A system of review that allows humans in life-or-death situations to leave the city.

Plus he's done away with the guillotine.

Bring the guillotine back.

Let the zombies know that there are consequences for breaking the law.

Need I remind you about that innocent woman that was dragged into the back of a car by zombies and torn apart?

We all saw that! Okay?

- Get that finger out of my face.
- Ladies...

Ladies, I'm sorry, but that's all the time we...

We have.

[snarling]

[clears throat] Don't look now, there's something in your pantry that could k*ll you.

We'll tell you what it is right after this break.

_

Red kicks.

There you are.

How you feelin', kid?

Crappy.

Well, that's why I'm here.

Everything we told you to bring is in that backpack, yeah?

- Yeah.
- Good.

'Cause we're gonna need it when we cross the Washington border.

Whoa, there's lots of benches around here, folks, move along.

They're coming with us.

[chuckles] Like hell they are.

We're gonna make it to Seattle with or without you.

Oh, you most definitely are not going to make it without me.

Well, I guess you got a decision to make.

There are some things worse than dying.

Going back to our foster home?

It's one of them.

You don't know what it's like.

I know what foster homes are like, man.

Trust me.

No.

I... I've only got one ID, for you.

If we get stopped in Washington, we're screwed.

We're screwed if we stay here.

Are we gonna talk or are we gonna put some miles behind us?

[laughs unhappily]

[exhales]

I'm gonna regret this. I know it.

Geezer had his hands all over you, though, didn't he?

Yeah? Your legs, your hair. He was trying to get you preggers right in front of all of Seattle.

- Hello?
- [computer chiming]

Dr. Chakrabarti.

Hope I haven't caught you at a bad time.

Again.

I came across something I wanted to share with you.

Yeah, fair enough.

Uh, okay.

You seemed a bit out of sorts yesterday.

I hope that I didn't do anything to offend you or...

What are you chattin' about?

- I have a theory.
- [groans]

Are you mullered?
It's day one, love. Chillax.

[sighs]

The cured brain you sent us research on, the, um, white girl?

The antigens and the cure she took created glycoproteins that essentially awaken dormant cells in her brain.

I believe if we could generate those glycoproteins, they could lead to a mass-producible cure.

So I started thinking, is there anywhere that they naturally occur?

Freylich Syndrome. [Chuckles]

It's rare. There are only cases in the United States.

Most victims die in their teens.

But the condition causes an increase in protein production in the brain leading, ultimately, to death.

- [sniffs]
- I know.

Awful, but I believe their postmortem brains would be full of the exact glycoprotein that you found...

Drop it, yeah?

I'd move off that one if I was you.

[chuckles] Let me finish.

If this were true...

Soz, mate. Won't work.
Tried it, all right?

Maybe you'd care to tell me what happened when you tried it, then?

Oh, you're doing me head in, now, girl.

I know I'm on to something.

I'm gonna prove it.

I'll tell my boss to have someone else liaison with you from now on.

So, uh, "bugger off," Doctor.
All right?

Please, don't, don't.

Excuse me?

Did I stutter?

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

You're... You're right about Freylich's.

You can derive a cure from the brain of a late-stage sufferer of the disease. I know.

Because I have.

[sighs]

Then there's a cure.

Yeah, it's wonderful.

One dead kid, one cured zombie.

- It's better than nothing.
- No.

No, it's not.

You get on our conference call tomorrow and tell your boss that Freylich brains equals zombie cures, and suddenly, these poor kids will be hunted.

Their brains will be worth millions.

They'll have to go into hiding.

[scoffs]

People wouldn't hurt children.

[grunts]

Says little Miss Naive.

I already promised my boss that I was on to something big.

But you've given me a lot to think about.

Yeah?

Thinkin' about how you're gonna spend all them millions you make on zombie cures.

- [panting]
- [Liv clears throat]

I feel like I just watched the Gollum-Smeagol scene from Two Towers.

What was that?

Oh, nothing.

I may have just sentenced
kids to death.

- Here you go, hon.
- [girl] Thank you.

Hey, there, honey.
What can I do for you?

Just give me chips, triple batter, and a tab.

That's a pretty specific request.

You sure that's how you wanna go?

Yeah.

We'll get you when it's ready.

This one may take a while.

Your order's ready. Follow me.

[engine starting]

Hop in.

[sighs]

[Dolly] Did you make a video?

Yeah.

And a will?

It's on there.

You're a hero, you know that.

They got my Jimmy and Sarah.

Oh, Jimmy and Sarah deserve justice, so...

You show 'em what one good human can do.

God bless.

_

[Justin] Got a call from our friend in Tacoma.

[Major] Yeah?

He says five of the six border agents who worked the South Bay?

Gone off the grid.

Snatched up as if by alien abduction.

Blaine.

[Jordan] Major.

- Major.
- Commander.

Commander, you need to see this.

See what?

There's a brain line couple of blocks that way.

Couple of humans are taking pictures of everyone in line, saying they're gonna post 'em online and out 'em as zombies.

[soldier] I'm not saying we sh**t 'em, but I bet if we smack 'em around a bit, we can get 'em to give up photography.

Technically, they're not breaking any laws.

- Our new mandates don't allow...
- Let's take a look.

[coughs]

Excuse me, Detective Babineaux?

- That's me.
- I had this note on my door asking my girlfriend, Lisa Gertz, to give you a call.

Ah.

When's the last time you saw Lisa, Mr...

Cahill, Bix Cahill.

- It's been a few days.
- Is that strange?

We live together, but she's at a work retreat this week, so...

Have you seen the video of the woman being dragged into the car of a couple of zombies?

We haven't been able to identify the victim.

You think maybe it's Lisa.

Whoa, whoa, it's probably not, we just...

Mr. Cahill, there are still several women it could be.

Can I get you something? A water?

A coffee?

Decaf?

- Coffee sounds great.
- Um...

French roast, hazelnut?

Oh, I was kind of hoping for a latte.

[mutters] Seattle.

Harris, can you run down the street and grab us a decaf latte, please?

No problem, Detective.

[sighs]

[engine starting]

Photographers must have seen us coming.

They sure high-tailed it out of there.

They're gonna keep coming back if we don't do something about it.

[tires screeching]

What the hell?

Oh, God, no.

[all shouting]

[Jordan] Stop.

[expl*si*n]

[soldiers screaming]

Let us call you a taxi.

We'll call as soon as we know anything.

Yeah, okay.

Locate My Device! We can use the Locate My Device app to find each other.

[softly] Please.
Please, please, please.

Hardy Park?

All right, Mr. Cahill, my partner and I will take it from here.

As soon as we know something, we'll...

[officer] Okay, we're on our way.

All right, let's go!

[indistinct chatter]

Harris, Harris, what's happening?

expl*si*n at a Fillmore-Graves checkpoint, multiple fatalities.

Liv, our service has gone quiet.

[grunting]

[breathing heavily]

Never gets old.

[Blaine] Gentlemen!

Welcome to New Seattle.

Sorry for the rough ride.

Such is life under an embargo.

[snaps fingers]

We had a deal.

Didn't we?

I fill your bank accounts, and you let my brain shipments past your border checkpoint.

I held up my end.

But, fellas...

And lady.

You quit holdin' up yours.

[muffled chatter]

That was before we saw zombies eat that poor woman alive.

Ah, yeah.

The video.

Presents a real, uh...

What did you say it presents again?

- An ethical dilemma.
- Moral quandary.

Right.

You said zombies were like everyone else.

That they weren't monsters.

Agent William Fife, you didn't read the fine print.

Don E, what does it say under that six-point text?

"Unless they get hungry."

[Blaine] Right.

Yeah.

When we're hungry, we can be real scamps.

You gotta read that fine print.

If you keep preventing my brains from coming through the checkpoint, there's gonna be so many more hungry zombies.

You'd be surprised how much personal information is available online.

Most people don't know how to find it, but if you got a PhD in Information Science, you can.

And I managed to get my doctorate over breakfast this morning.

Man, this lady floating around in my brain had a mind like a steel trap.

I remember every detail I've read about the five of you.

[Don E] Do that guy.

- I don't like his attitude.
- Little guy?

- [Don E] Yeah.
- [Blaine] Okay.

Agent Ross.

Your Grandma Christine raised you after your parents d*ed in a car crash outside of Missoula, Montana, in ' .

Grandma Chris is an avid golfer and a member of the Spokane golf and country club.

Can still be found there every Thursday at : a.m. for her weekly tee time.

I mean that's where I'd find her, were I to go looking.

Agent Clark.

So sorry you had to miss your son's soccer game today.

He's got another one next week, Blackburn Park, : , field seven.

That was a touching obituary you wrote for your dog Freckles when you were ten, Agent Stevens.

It was heartbreaking, really.

That's a word I don't use lightly.

In fact, it's, uh...

It's a word I don't use at all.

I do hope Tacoma kennels are looking after your chocolate lab Mugsy so that you don't have to write another tearjerker...

[Agent Fife] Okay, we get it.

So if we don't start letting your shipments through again, what, you're gonna turn our dogs and families into zombies?

No.

Silly Billy Willy Fife.

I'm gonna turn you

into zombies.

And I'm going to k*ll your loved ones, be they young, old, human or canine.

Or...

You could go back to honoring our arrangement, yeah?

Yeah? Great.

thr*aten me all you want, whitey.

I don't work for zombies anymore.

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[computer chiming]

Everyone's on time for once.

I believe you all have had a chance to meet Dr. Collier.

I'm excited to get this show on the road this morning, as Dr. Collier intimated to me that she had something big to share with us.

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Shouldn't we let Dr. Collier get her feet wet first, really get a lay of the land?

Don't let her humble origins fool you, Ravi.

This one's a hard worker.

Go ahead, Dr. Collier.

Walk us through your findings. What was this big discovery?

[Collier] Freylich Syndrome.

I believe their postmortem brains would be full of the exact glycoprotein you found in white girl's.

If this were true, we could extract a serum...

A cure.

But I miscalculated.

We would need hundreds of thousands of pounds of brains.

It's impractical.

It can't work.

Sorry, everyone, false alarm.

From now on, Dr. Collier, baby steps?

I suggest you lean on Dr. White and Dr. Rich as you're starting out.

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Professor Mann is also a good resource.

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[chuckles]

[Major] Have we found the VIN on that vehicle?

We're still sifting through the wreckage.

[door closes]

Just heard. Four border agents in Tacoma back on the job, the brain plant's back at capacity.

There were five border agents.

You did what you had to do.

[indistinct chatter on police radio]

ID?

Should I print a wallet size for you?

Where are you headed?

Yakima.

What's in Yakima?

Um, it's the hops capital of America.

Birthplace of Cooper Kupp.

Split end for the Rams?

You like football?

I meant what takes you to Yakima?

Oh. Uh, my grandma lives there.

[officer] I'm guessing you don't have IDs.

[sighs]

I'm going off memory.

Mr. Cahill's Locate My Device app got a ping from right around here.

[Liv] How many bodies have we pulled out of these woods?

[Clive] I can remember three.

This is a spot where lazy murderers who don't wanna fight traffic dispose of their victims.

I don't wanna see another dead body today, Clive.

Those poor soldiers.

[sighs] Yeah, that was rough.

I found her phone.

And her jacket.

She's gone.

Lisa's dead.

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