04x03 - Brainless In Seattle (1)

[bunniefuu]

[song playing]

[Annie]

Am I the first person you snuck into Seattle?

Don't worry, I've done this a bunch of times.

It's all gonna be all right.

[song continues]

[guard]

Fire!

[breathing heavily]

[knock at window]

[stuttering]

I'm freaking out.

I can't...

Annie, look at me.

I've done this a million times.

You got this.

[breathing heavily]

[Ravi]

So now, Harrison Ford loves millennials and haunted houses.

Hold on.

What's this?

"Don E.

And DJ Deep Cuts present Scratch Up." Human versus zombie night every Tuesday night at The Scratching Post.

"Can't we all just get along?" - This can't be real.

- Very real.

Very tone deaf.

Very much in their wheelhouse.

Exploiting the fragile state of human-zombie relations for a topical dance theme?

Blaine must be really hard up for business.

Or, you know, he's Blaine.

[Liv]

Excuse me.

[indistinct chatter]

The victim was sh*t through the heart.

Point blank range, execution style.

The b*llet is lodged in the wall there.

- Oh, one in the chamber.

- Right through the chamber.

Heart chamber.

Medical humor.

The best jokes are the ones you have to explain.

Sick burn.

Ballistics should be able to match the b*llet to a firearm and narrow down the m*rder w*apon, but that's all they got.

I'm gonna need your A-game on this one, Liv, even though you don't have much to go on, literally.

Most of the victim's brain is missing.

What do you mean, missing?

I mean, someone tried to steal the whole kit and caboodle, but got interrupted.

So all you have to work with is...

The kit.

[groans]

That does not look good for human-zombie relations.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

Clive's theory holds.

Whoever did this was acting fast and loose with one hell of a bone saw.

But the m*rder was so clean.

Why was the brain-robbing such a mess?

It could've been different culprits.

One guy's whack is another's snack.

Ready to have your minds blown?

- Sorry, scratch that.

- [both exclaim]

- Come on, mate.

- Too soon, bro.

Yeah.

I got an ID on our m*rder victim.

Annie Wallace, 25 years old from Johnson County, Kansas, where she was living until three days ago.

Her parents reported her missing yesterday.

And from a preliminary investigation into her recent Internet searches, as well as a transfer of $25,000 into an untraceable account, it's looking like Annie hired a coyote to smuggle her into Seattle.

Why?

She was perfectly healthy, no need to be zombified.

Something must have brought her here that was worth dying for.

Something or someone.

There's a Seattle number that Annie called and texted non-stop.

A guy named Allan Fox.

Not sure what their relationship was, but transcripts are on their way in, along with Mr.

Fox himself.

So you might wanna make yourself a little snack.

It will be just a little snack, thank you very much.

- Because this has to last me a week.

- [Ravi chuckles]

Don't you always say you wish you were on a diet?

I'm kidding.

I'm mocking people who say that.

That's how anti-diet I am.

I have bits about my hatred of that lifestyle choice.

All right.

You're hangry and you haven't even started.

[jazz song playing]

[gasps]

[Liv]

Wow.

Allan Fox.

Did my heart love till now?

- Forswear it, sight...

- [Clive]

Liv!

For I never saw true beauty, till this...

- Liv, - [chuckles]

Liv!

Was that a vision?

Yes, he is.

Is this about Annie?

She tried to cross into Seattle, didn't she?

- Why don't you take a seat, Allan?

- [sighs]

She did.

[sighs]

Uh, you know, I warned her.

I said, "Annie, don't do it.

Don't.." How do you know Ms.

Wallace?

Um, we met online about a month ago.

Uh, well, uh, 29 days, 18 hours and 30...

six seconds ago.

But who's counting, right?

[both chuckle]

And, uh, how did you two meet exactly?

Oh, we met in a Bridget Jones's Diary chatroom.

Go on.

Oh, boy.

You know, there's a lot of, um, rom-com obsessed women on those sites.

But Annie was different.

You know, she, uh...

I mean, sure, she was a hopeless romantic.

- Like me.

- Mmm-hmm.

A hopeless romantic, huh?

But we were both after the real thing, you know.

True love.

Can't sleep, uh, keep you up at night, inconvenient, all-consuming, lose your job, and who cares anyway, because who needs another telemarketer?

- Yeah.

I think we get it.

- Love.

Lot of women who, uh, who love Bridget Jones say they want a Mark Darcy, but are really hung up on a Daniel Cleaver.

Or worse, you know, a Daniel Cleaver who's posing as a Mark Darcy.

- The worst.

- Right?

Yeah.

But I'm a real Mark Darcy.

- And Annie sees that.

- Saw that.

Oh, my goodness, I guess we're just finishing each other's sentences.

Looking at these texts, you've been planning your wedding, your honeymoon and your kids' names even though you've only known each other for a month and never met face to face.

You know how crazy that sounds?

- Sounds like true love.

- Oh, it is, yeah.

We're, um, soulmates.

Then why did you tell her not to come to Seattle?

"I mean it, don't come here, Annie" "Don't come to Seattle." "Seriously, coming to Seattle would be a terrible idea." She talked about sneaking into Seattle all the time, thought it would be romantic.

Uh, but she doesn't live here, so she doesn't know how dangerous it is.

I tried to dissuade her all the time, and without getting into the gritty details, but...

It sounds like it didn't work.

So where is she now?

Is she back in Kansas?

Is she in a holding cell?

[chuckles]

Can I see her?

Is she...

She in trouble?

She's not in trouble, Allan.

She's dead.

[chuckles]

Dead.

No.

No.

[yells]

Why don't we take five?

[sighs]

_ It's just not fair.

Tomorrow was our month anniversary.

I understand.

Most of my boyfriends have d*ed in terrible ways too.

But who knows?

Maybe you'll find someone new.

- Sooner than you think.

- [sighs]

Maybe they're right in front of your face and you don't even know it.

[blows loudly]

Oh, sorry, there was a bug.

Hey, I have an idea.

Why don't you meet me tonight at The Scratching Post?

Uh, I just want to be alone.

[sighs]

Watch The Notebook.

If you're a bird, I'm a bird.

- What?

- [chuckles]

Sorry, the bug was back.

It was a spider and it was pregnant, so...

Oh, my God.

Did you get it?

Oh, yeah, yeah, no, I saw it hobble off.

I maimed it.

We're good.

- Where?

- Uh, over there!

Allan?

Allan, I know you're going through a lot right now.

But human-zombie night at The Scratching Post is only once a week.

And I think Annie would want you to find your next Bridget Jones, don't you?

I think she'd want me to wait a day.

- [door opens]

- Allan!

You're free to go for now, but don't travel far.

Not that you can.

So, see you tonight?

[sighing]

Oh!

Am I fatter than Annie?

Liv, I know you're on a flighty romantic brain, but I need you to focus.

You cannot see Allan outside of this case.

I think he may be our guy.

But I'm 100% sure he's innocent.

Based on what?

The fact that he may be my future soulmaul.

He may be a future inmate, Liv.

You've know him for 45 minutes!

You know, I'm not going down this rabbit hole with you.

We need to find Annie's coyote.

He was one of the last people to see her alive, so he may have seen her k*ller too.

The problem is, coyotes aren't generally that easy to find.

Love always finds a way.

Actually, I may know someone.

I'll try to get a hold of her.

[sighs]

- Sir.

- Not a good time, Major.

There's been a scratching.

An accidental one.

- [sighs]

- Been trying to get to you for days.

Your office won't give me ten seconds.

If Alice can resist your charm, she's better than I thought she was.

- What am I looking at?

- A lawsuit.

[Sighs]

Our cadet Jordan Gladwell accidentally scratched an aggressive human during a call.

Now his family is suing her for wrongful death.

She's panicking.

Plus Fillmore-Graves is listed as a defendant.

Good luck with that.

I'm more concerned with the extra mouth I have to feed.

There's also a video.

She scratched him in rage mode.

In uniform.

Has it been leaked?

Not yet.

- Keep it that way.

- Yes, sir.

Thank you, Alice.

Good morning.

Found this on my windshield an hour ago.

Has anyone heard of it?

Apparently, the Darwin Project is offering unimaginable wealth to zombies willing to try to escape Seattle and volunteer their bodies for research.

Could be a pharmaceutical company, could be another t*rror1st organization, could be a ragtag team of indie filmmakers.

I don't know.

I don't care.

I just want them snuffed out.

Sir?

All due respect, zombies leaving Seattle is the US Army's problem.

We need to be laser focused on our very massive brain shortage.

[Guerra]

It's serious.

We've got undocumented humans being scratched by coyotes.

Fewer humans than we expected are donating their brains.

And those brains that do come our way, too many are falling off the trucks.

How long do we have?

Four to six months.

[Guerra]

That's when we'll start seeing mass starvation, zombies turning...

Look, no one's gonna blame you for the Darwin Project.

But you're supposed to feed these people.

And if you fail in that, the 10,000 zombies we make will come for your head.

Chase Graves is here.

Is that normal?

Should I bring him a hooker?

I'm good with water.

Thank you.

[clears throat]

[clicks tongue]

Little dark in here.

- It's a basement.

- I'm afraid of the ambiance.

The look, the touch, the smell...

- The smell?

- Decay.

- Trapped.

- We're dead, Chase.

Maybe it's your upper lip.

Look, I don't have anything for you at the moment.

- Well, I have something for you.

- A decorator?

Have you heard of a coyote who calls himself Renegade?

No.

[sighs]

Well, Renegade's operation turns more humans into zombies than all other coyote outfits combined.

The city's brain rations are suffering as a result, which means that shutting down Renegade is a top priority.

So here's the deal.

You bring me Renegade, and you can go back to running your establishments in peace.

And I never have to deal with you ever again?

Consider it your final favor.

Consider it done.

[Chuckles]

_ [Dalton]

Get ready to get happy, my friend, because I have got some real beauties for you today.

I have medulla, frontal, occipital, and cerebellum.

I have brain stem and, ooh, one last basal ganglia.

No temporal lobe?

Mmm.

Just sold out of temporal.

Sold out?

Who got first dibs?

Well, I got a big order from Le Dome this week, okay?

Hey, you wanna put in an advance order, be my guest.

Give me the profiles and a free sample or two before I take my business elsewhere.

Romeros does not take Le Dome's sloppy seconds.

Ooh!

Hit me with some of that mime brain.

Ooh.

That...

Ooh, is my medulla with just a splash of cortisol from the adrenal gland.

[Don E.]

Mmm.

I'm just kiddin'.

It hasn't kicked in yet.

But I do love mimes.

That's good blue brain material.

What else is good?

[scatting]

Catch of the day.

I like that.

That makes me feel all warm and fuzzy.

Which one is that?

Love-struck Midwestern belle with a heart of gold.

No relation to the dead girl of the same name - that everyone's freaking out about.

- Oh.

I'll take the whole thing.

Or whatever's left.

Well, my supplier said it was a bit of a rush job.

- That's it?

- Yeah.

That's it.

Next time, don't take the business to the competition.

Ooh, so sensitive.

What are you, my girlfriend?

Okay.

Okay.

You know what?

I'll throw in a little architect brain on the house.

Pun intended.

Very creative.

Very funny.

You see?

That's customer service.

Dalton.

Got a minute?

- [clears throat]

- You deal directly with the coyotes, right?

You buy from them and you sell to whoever you sell to?

Blaine.

You know I always come to you guys first.

But Led me out this week.

Somebody had a sweet 16 at Fillmore-Graves...

You ever deal with a coyote named Renegade?

- Heard of her.

- Her?

Yeah, that's the word.

But, you know, her clients always make it to Seattle alive.

So our paths have no cause for crossing.

You know anybody who deals with her directly or knows her at all?

Mmm, she's, you know, not really in our circles.

Hmm.

But actually...

Yeah, you know what, um...

When I was at Le Dome earlier, I overheard this new zombie, uh, at the bar.

He was flapping his lips about how he jumped the wall when he was at death's door and how some old broad scratched him and saved his life.

Okay.

Bring me that guy, and you can add two zeros to whatever you just charged us.

- Damn.

Sure thing, boss.

- [chuckles softly]

- Oh, and Dalton?

- Hmm?

I don't care if the sultan of Malaysia is having a bar mitzvah.

You never, and I mean never, go to Le Dome before us.

[Dalton clears throat]

- Thank God you're here.

- Whoa.

What's going on?

Are you okay?

Liv's insisting I go with her to human-zombie night at The Scratching Post.

She said she met her soulmate today.

And he'll be there.

But it sounds like he's a m*rder suspect she talked to for an hour.

What brain is she on?

Hopeless romantic with a penchant for rom-come.

I caught her practicing meet cutes today with a corpse.

You gotta wingman me then.

I can't go alone to Blaine's club.

There is not enough alcohol in the world.

I am flattered.

Really, it's...

It's an honor to just be nominated.

But, um...

I nearly k*lled myself rushing over, because when I get a text that says, "Emergency, come over," I expect a degree of life or death stakes.

Not a night out at the club.

So, uh, hard pass.

No, no.

- You have to come.

- You can't make me.

- Ravi!

- Come on, please...

- No, you're coming.

- [Liv]

Ravi!

Are you coming with us?

Oh, this is gonna be so much fun.

[chuckles]

You're not wearing that, are you?

Yeah...

[sighs]

That's just it.

I've nothing to wear.

So, very sadly, looks like I'm gonna have to sit this one out.

Unless we do a makeover!

What?

Makeover!

Makeover!

Makeover!

[chuckles]

[upbeat music playing]

[both exclaim]

No...

Come on, Liv.

- Eh?

- [both exclaiming]

[Liv chuckles]

[gasps]

Love it.

Oh, yes.

[applauding and hooting]

Ooh.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

[turns music off]

What is going on here?

Dude, my shirt.

Sorry, mate.

Fashion casualty.

We're going to human-zombie night at The Scratching Post.

- Why?

- Major...

There is no easy way to tell you this, but I've met someone and I think he may be the love of my life.

[sighs]

I've had a very long day unsuccessfully tracking down an incriminating video.

Plus we're in a fight, so...

I'm gonna go make myself a burrito.

He is so brave.

_ [upbeat song playing]

I don't think he's here yet.

Well, I need a drink.

Shall we?

Yeah, actually, I, uh, I think I might take this makeover out for a quick spin first.

So, uh...

You can't just leave me.

I'll see you in a few.

Whoo!

Scratch-up forever!

- Is Blaine here?

- No.

Good.

A sh*t of tequila and then turn up the song, it kicks ass.

- And...

- I'll have what she's having.

I can't wait to see Allan and look deeply, sensually, into his eyes.

Wanna open a tab?

- Blaine lets us drink here for free..

- Ahh...

[sighs]

I can feel it, Peyton.

The twirling forces of fate and destiny burning inside me, tickling my loins.

Hmm.

Like bad sushi.

Oh, we should go on a double date next week.

Does Derek like picnics?

Mmm.

Keep 'em coming.

What do you think is more romantic, a spring wedding or a fall wedding?

- Of course, you'd be my maid of honor.

- [both mouthing]

I'm thinking nectar for the dresses.

That would look good with your skin tone, yeah?

Liv, it's...

It's getting pretty late.

Huh?

Fashionably late.

Classic Allan.

Do you think there's anywhere to honeymoon in Seattle that doesn't feel like, "Help, I'm trapped here forever"?

You've met him once, he's human, and he probably m*rder*d his last girlfriend.

Nobody's perfect.

- Liv...

- Peyton...

Human-zombie relationships can work.

Look at Blive and Cozzio.

You know?

I'd rather read a book.

You know, I thought you and Ravi had true love.

[scoffing]

No.

Definitely not.

Let's go dance.

I'm afraid if I dance, I'll miss Allan coming in.

Or I will vomit.

[women cheering]

Okay.

[Liv]

I thought Allan was my soulmate, but maybe Peyton was right.

Maybe Allan is just a m*rder suspect who's just not that into me.

Hey.

- [sighs]

Let's go.

- What?

No, you have to dance.

We just requested your favorite song.

I don't know, I just feel stupid.

Like I'm the biggest loser in here.

You are not the biggest loser in here.

Ravi, show her.

See?

This robot is the biggest loser here.

That was a robot?

[song starts]

Oh, they're playing it.

- Let's dance.

- Come on.

[upbeat music playing]

- I'm sorry.

- You okay?

[Liv]

And just like that, I was sh*t with Cupid's arrow.

Again.

Wow.

This new person.

Did my heart love till now?

Forswear it, sight.

For I never saw true beauty, till...

So, I see you're part of the blue crew.

[chuckles softly]

We're twinsies.

- I'm Liv.

- Tim.

- Tim.

- You're really beautiful.

[Liv]

Could this be it?

My one true love?

My soulmate?

Where'd Liv go?

Oh, there she is.

Oh, my God!

It's like watching R2-D2 stick his extension arm into the Grand Canyon.

- Sick robot callback.

- Ooh!

_ [shrieks]

[panting]

Liv, what's...

what's wrong?

[sighs]

Tim wrote his number on my hand last night, and it smeared off and now it's gone.

Tim.

Tim!

Liv, I'm sure you can find another way to contact him.

How?

I don't know his last name.

I don't know where he works.

All I know is he has these piercing emerald eyes and the smooth, velvety lips of a sex angel.

And that's not exactly something you can Google, is it?

Not if you don't wanna see stuff you can't unsee.

Thus with a kiss I die.

Again.

Aren't you forgetting a certain four-letter word that starts with "F"?

Funk?

Fart?

- I give up.

- Fate.

If it's true love, you'll meet again.

Right?

Even if it means we go back to human-zombie night next week.

I actually had a surprisingly fun time.

And I like supporting you in your romantic endeavors when you don't meet them through Clive's m*rder investigations.

Oh, no.

- What?

- I almost forgot.

I saw Bozzio last night at The Scratching Post.

She was cheating on Clive.

Oh, that's terrible.

You're sure?

- Yeah.

- You think he'd wanna know?

Clive won't eat soup dumplings because they have too many secrets.

So, yeah, I do.

[groans]

[Liv]

Clive would want to know that Bozzio's being unfaithful.

So why does the thought of telling him leave my stomach in knots?

Because it'll break his heart.

Liv, glad you're here.

Wanna show you something.

Hey, Liv.

Dale.

Cute nam n Dale.

Always reminds me of that mentally impaired cartoon chipmunk.

You know, the one who was always going on adventures with Chip, but was really just a dead weight holding him back?

[Chuckles]

Sorry, child of the '80s, way after your time.

Okay.

Fun talk.

Uh, I will see you later?

Yeah.

You okay?

You seem tense.

I'm fine.

Let's just focus on work.

I thought we were.

Remember that woman who I hoped would lead us to Annie's coyote?

Well, I left messages for her, I even stopped by her place and she's not answering, so that's a no-go.

Well, I, on the other hand, found out something interesting.

Looks like Allan forgot to mention that he's a pretty avid g*n collector.

He even moonlights as a sh**ting instructor on the weekends.

Who's Allan?

The guy you were in love with yesterday.

- This guy.

- Oh, right.

Daniel Cleaver posing as a Mark Darcy.

The worst.

Glad to hear you moved on.

Ballistics should have a report for us by tomorrow morning with w*apon matches from the b*ll*ts.

Uh, I'm anxious to see if they match any one of Allan's sundry g*ns.

Who's that?

[Clive]

Oh, a new uni.

- Michelle, I think.

Why?

- She's pretty.

- Hmm.

Okay.

- Don't you think she's pretty?

- Okay...

[stutters]

- Let's go introduce ourselves.

- Why?

- It's a nice thing to do.

[chuckles]

She's in the middle of training.

It'll take like five seconds.

Come on.

I bet she's smart too.

Kind, confident.

The kind of girl who binges Game of Thrones and loves the Knicks.

Liv, why are you selling me this woman like you're trying to set me up with her?

I'm not.

[stutters]

I just think it's possible that you would have a lot in common.

And I'm sure she could use a friend in the department.

She also looks like she'd make a great mother.

Hi!

Sorry to interrupt.

I'm Olivia Moore and this is Detective Clive Babineaux.

Hi.

We just saw that you were new and wanted to introduce ourselves.

I work in the morgue and Clive is originally from Brooklyn.

He has an older sister who he's very close with and...

- he owns a condo downtown.

- Liv!

He's also very modest.

Much as I appreciate the warm welcome that I never received, we're a little busy at the moment.

Liv, come on.

Cockblock.

- What did you say?

- I said...

How's your wife, Cavanaugh?

Fine.

Mmm-hmm.

Don't worry, you got this.

You got this.

[sighs]

[stutters]

We call that a brain vision.

Chapter 14, section eight.

Cool.

It was nice meeting you.

And your angry friend.

[Chuckles softly]

Liv, it better be a good one, because I'm starting to forget why I put up with this.

I saw Annie's coyote.

And just like that, she lives another day.

I just think Clive's in denial.

I mean, I love the guy, but he has a lot of pride, you know?

- Hair color?

- Brown.

Medium-length.

Pretty straightforward, unlike Bozzio, that two-timing wench.

This coyote have any facial hair?

Beard, stubble?

Whiskers?

- Get it?

- 'Cause coyotes have whiskers?

- Did he have a beard or not?

- No.

Also, Clive did not seem totally opposed to the idea of Michelle.

He kind of pretended like he was, but I know when he thinks someone's cute.

Any freckles, moles, defining characteristics?

A ton.

Clive's a catch.

That's part of what makes this whole thing so upsetting.

He deserves to be happy.

Liv, we're so close.

Stay with me.

Any facial marks or blemishes?

He had a freckle on his left cheekbone.

I think that's it.

[chuckles]

[sighs]

Wow.

I honestly wasn't sure if I was gonna make it home on this one.

This was my odyssey, but...

- Here it is.

- That's him.

He's perfect.

You're into this human-zombie smuggler?

Oh, no, this is Tim, my new boyfriend, and also, probably the love of my life.

I thought the love of my life was this other guy, Allan, but it turns out, he was probably Annie's m*rder*r.

Talk about sliding doors.

[kisses and sighs]

But, yeah, we should also knock out that coyote sketch while we're here.

[Liv]

"Kiss me." "Kiss me as if it were the last time." Fate.

It could bring Tim and me together, or tear us apart.

I wish I could just skip to the ending.

[cell phone vibrating]

Hello?

I heard you were looking for me.

_ Rex said you needed my help on a m*rder case.

We're looking for the coyote who brought our victim into Seattle.

We're hoping he can ID the m*rder*r.

Bruce.

He runs with a really bad crew.

Bad how?

They lure desperate people over the wall to k*ll them, steal their brains, their organs, their phones.

Empty their bank accounts.

Sometimes, they'll ransom them to their loved ones at home.

But they never send them back.

You think this guy Bruce was trying to do all that?

That's hard to say.

What was her name?

The victim.

Annie.

I wish she had found me instead.

How do I find Bruce?

[scoffs]

You get lucky.

His people operate on the deep web, almost impossible to trace.

- So what do we do?

- [sighs]

We cry, we mourn.

And we never forget the Annies.

Ever.

[Annie breathing heavily]

- [Annie grunts]

- [screaming]

[Annie panting]

[gasps]

[footsteps approaching]

[Blaine clears throat]

Well, look what the cat dragged in.

Am I a man of my word?

A gentleman and a scholar.

This is Anthony.

And Anthony, this is...

- The blue brain guy.

- Mmm.

Can't wait.

What a place.

Last time I was in one of these joints was 20 years ago when I cheated on my wife with a stripper.

Went by the name of Roxy, gave me gonorrhea.

But hey, what doesn't k*ll you, huh?

- I love a man with a positive attitude.

- [chuckles]

[sniffs]

Smells nice.

What is that?

I'm getting, uh, cotton blossom with a hint of carrot cake.

Red pomegranate.

Please.

- [Blaine clears throat]

- [chuckles]

Dalton just went to get some blue brains.

- Oh.

- He'll be back soon.

- So...

- Mmm.

Dalton tells me you're new to the zombie lifestyle.

That's right, yeah.

Suck it, Parkinson's.

[both laugh]

And you were scratched by the famous Renegade?

- Is that what they call her?

- It is.

It is.

But I'm more interested in what they don't call her.

Her real name, her current base of operations, you know, that sort of thing.

Huh.

Uh...

I swore not to reveal anything about her, and, well, I owe that woman my life.

Well, I heard you were blabbing your whole life story all over town.

That you were a man with no secrets.

Well, stuff about Renegade, that's not my secret to tell.

I'm no snitch.

Ah, you wouldn't have to be a snitch, Anthony.

But I think it's in your best interests.

But, hey, nobody's forcing you.

What's that?

I'm so glad you asked.

[clears ths at]

These are cures for the zombie disease.

Sixteen of them.

Bull-pucky.

Even if they are, I'm not selling out Renegade for a cure.

Let me spell out your limited options.

You could stay a zombie, and we could do this the easy way, or...

We could turn you back into a human.

And do it the hard way.

So what'll it be?

The VC didn't get jack from me in 'Nam.

You won't be getting anything either.

[chuckles]

Oh.

[sighs]

[sirens wailing in the distance]

Ballistics report came in.

None of Allan's g*ns were a match.

Looks like that coyote Bruce is our guy.

He was chasing her out of some building with an incinerator.

But that could be anywhere.

I figured this is where he caught up with her.

Liv.

[water dripping]

[Clive coughs]

This is it.

Ooh.

Liv.

Liv, come here.

[straining]

[sighs]

Looks like Bruce did this with all of his customers.

- And Annie was...

- The one that got away.

Or almost got away.

We're dealing with a serial k*ller.

[Liv]

And I thought fate was a bitch.