04x04 - Brainless In Seattle (2)

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Previously on iZombie...

One day, they decided to wall off the city and 72 hours later we're living in Baghdad.

Most of you were thrown out of your homes for being zombies.

The key to our survival is integration.

She scratched me.

Look at what that bitch did.

Hey, stop that.

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

This is Tim, the love of my life.

I saw Bozzio last night at the Scratching Post.

She was cheating on Clive.

Renegade's operation turns more humans into zombies than all other carrier that's combined.

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

Bruce.

They were desperate people over the wall to k*ll them.

I've done this a million times.

Our coyote brooms is en garde.

We're dealing with a serial k*ller.

_ I guess late at night is when the cockroaches come out.

So sorry.

Was this yours?

I didn't know you was here, sir.

I thought these were just garbage.

You think I eat garbage?

Like some kind of a trash compactor?

Like a bum?

Like you?

No, no, I...

Relax, man, I'm just having fun.

- I'm Russ.

- Yeah.

Oh, god.

You broke my damn arm.

I'm from Fillmore-Graves, and we don't play.

Look, Clive.

My dinner has a hat on it.

See, these brain rations aren't so bad.

Nothing taste as good as skinny...

Feels?

The incinerator is the only place we know Bruce has been.

Keep your eye on that door.

Dear Diary.

Some mid-year resolutions.

Learn to love dieting.

Stop flirting with the mailman.

And catch Bruce Holtz, the serial-k*lling, human smuggler that Clive and I have been staking out all week.

Poor Clive keeps sifting through the evidence, hoping to find something more than my vision that can connect Bruce to the victims.

But those odds seem bleaker than finding a pair of size eight Manolo Blahniks at a Barney's Warehouse sale.

And so, I couldn't help but wonder, had this hopeless romantic brain just left me hopeless?

Being hot-boxed by Carne Asada here isn't helping.

But Bruce isn't the only mystery man that keeping me up at night.

Tim.

My Lobster.

My Dawson.

My soulmate.

That dreamy smile.

- Liv?

- Those sexy, piercing eyes...

Not this again.

Lips so perfect, I keep asking myself...

- Is that Colin Firth?

- Where?

You're a secret mean girl.

You don't even know his last name.

Look.

You wrote, "Mrs. Tim's wife." Clive, what's even in a last name?

- Accountability.

- Overrated.

All I need, is for Tim to come back to Human-Zombie night so we can rekindle our flame.

Here, Seattle.

It's too easy.

I'm glad something is.

Since it's been three days, and no one can find the camera phone video of Tucker Fritz getting called up to Team Z by our very own cadet.

What's the plan to correct this situation, Lillywhite?

We're gonna start hitting places where zombies aren't exactly welcome.

- Dead End territory.

- Good.

Get it done before this video bites us in the ass.

We got it, bro.

Do you, Gladwell?

Then you also must get that the only reason you're not a Popsicle already is because those breeders don't know what they have.

They have a video of me scratching a douchebag.

They have a video of Fillmore-Graves soldier scratching an unarmed human civilian.

That's America's worst nightmare.

Find the video.

Before Tucker and his friends figure that out.

Tucker.

You can't be here anymore.

- Yeah, but...

- Pop, easy does it.

You can make an exception, can't you?

Just this once?

One beer.

For old time's sake.

Rosie just walked out on me.

Wasn't even a discussion.

Just, "Sayonara, dickweed." Sack Man, where're you going?

I think he's giving Rosie a call.

Hell yeah.

I think he's heading straight to her place.

Thanks.

You're not gonna put hot sauce in it, are you?

Because I think I'd puke.

Let's get a refill.

So how's zombie life?

It sucks.

I'm kind of a mess, actually.

You remember the first time we got hammered?

Yes.

Yeah.

With those girls in the 10th grade?

- Josie and...

- Mary Ann.

Oh, I love me some Mary Ann.

So much, that when she took that cheap ass tequila out of her backpack I tried to down the whole thing in one rip...

And then you chucked it right back up, all over that lacy-ass shirt that she made you dry clean.

That night, when I was a mess, you made sure I got home safe.

Took care of me.

You've always done the right thing, Tucker.

Now shouldn't be any different.

Talk to me all right...

You'll be all right.

I'm not gonna be a zombie.

We made a pact.

So do it!

Hey, no.

Don't do that.

He doesn't mean it.

Do it!

Come on.

Tanner, Tanner, Tanner.

When are you gonna get it through your thick skull to lock the back door?

It's these back to back night shifts.

I get all scatterbrained.

Yeah, I'm gonna scatter your brains across the wall if I hear anymore bitching.

I know plenty of zombies that would k*ll for your gig.

I dunno, Blaine.

Maybe we should give one of them a call.

Maybe.

But then, of course, we have to trick them into working full-time without benefits.

And we, never pay overtime, which even I feel bad about.

So how about we just take the path of least resistance, and, Tanner, you learn how to lock the door.

So I'm...

underpaid?

- Tremendously.

- No.

Tan-man, why don't you go fix yourself a club soda?

Have you lost your damn mind?

I'm sorry, I'm on this loose-lip brains, hence, the loose-lip.

Do you know I sleep completely naked?

- I'm not surprised.

- Yeah.

Well, Chase Graves wants me to track down this old lady who runs a coyote organization, code name "Renegade," so I took one of my 16 zombie cures, turn one of her old customers back into a human so I can eat his brains, so I could get his visions, so I could find this "Renegade." - You have the zombie cures?

- Uh-huh.

Oh, my God!

We're gonna be billionaires!

No, no.

I am a potential billionaire.

You are a man who's desperate to prove his loyalty to me, so you can reap the benefits of my success.

That's fair.

So here's your chance.

I need all eyes on deck for these Renegade visions.

You have nothing to fear but perhaps spilling your deepest and darkest secrets.

Why not?

I am a team player.

After all, there is no "I" in billionaire.

- There's two.

- There's three.

The third is silent.

To life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness.

You know, I've never been happy.

Not even as a child.

Oh, this is about to get real.

_ So, I swear, I'm not making this up.

Larry, Moe and Hurley.

The names are Larry Nunn, Moreece Dubois and Doug Hurley.

Larry, Moe and Hurley.

That's insane.

It'd be insane if the last one was Curley.

Like the Stooges.

So I cross-referenced these victims with their missing person reports and all of them were...

All of them were from outside of Seattle, all of them from wealthy families and all contacted one Bruce Holtz through the same message board.

So let me show you.

Ooh.

"Liv from the Scratching Post."

"Tim, my bleu crew twinsie."

- "You stole a kiss..."

- " then stole my heart."

Liv, you didn't.

You did not post a Missed Connection...

"I believe in feta?" Fate!

I was very hungry.

"And I know you felt our soulmate bond."

"I'll be at Human-Zombie night again this Tuesday."

"Meet me there."

"I wanna spend the rest of my life decomposing with you."

What?

What?

It's zombie romance.

- No.

- No, no, no, no.

It's desperate.

It's what someone would point to if you decapitated a stranger at the back of a bus and they were looking for warning signs.

Speaking of, if Bruce found all of his victims on this message board, we should try to contact him the same way.

Way ahead of you.

We should make our potential mark sound rich.

Still way ahead of you.

Dr.

Alistair Manningham-Chabra.

I rowed at Eton, bowled for the Cambridge cricket team.

I currently reside at a 1200 acre estate in Bas Bgstoke, though, for my sins, I find myself here on what I presumed would be a brief business trip.

Please, you must help me return to England, to my beloved wife, now pregnant with child, no matter what cost.

I love the new accent.

Very Mark Darcy.

- That was a new accent?

- Hi.

Hi.

You texted me.

Said you grabbed my coffee mug by mistake?

No, I...

Thought it was mine.

I'm sorry about that.

Okay.

Was that your attempt at orchestrating a meet cute?

It was more of a mug cute.

Or a meet cup.

Do not pile onto this parent trap.

You're really putting the no in Babineaux!

Excuse me.

Is the art teacher brain local?

Yes, she d*ed right here in Rainier Valley.

Screaming like a banshee.

You don't wanna know.

House fire.

And this brain, the Organic Chemist?

Oh, no, glorified intern.

Don't waste your money.

Is that the guy in-charge of Fillmore Graves?

Fillmore Graves.

Shh.

Hello, officers.

How are you?

- It is.

- Is he a friend of yours?

No, no, no.

He blackmails me.

That fell on the floor.

Enjoy.

If my sister was as hot as yours, I'd be proud of it.

I just had a vision while talking to a couple I can barely stomach.

Renegade's operating out of a laundromat.

Nice.

Which one?

There's more than one?

I don't know anything about laundromats, I'm rich.

My mom still does my laundry.

Just one less thing for me to have to worry about.

And she really enjoys it.

Hey, I forgot to tell you about the other night at the Post.

One of those Fillmore Graves guys came in b*at the hell out of some poor kid.

I've got no problem with that.

Yeah, those big-spending horny soldiers, they can do whatever they want.

Fillmore Graves loves humans more than they love you.

They want you to look like humans.

They don't want you eating humans.

And look what they do to zombies.

- They hate their own kind.

- Right you are, my child.

Because they do not live by the Good Word of Brother Love.

- Amen.

- Amen.

Amen.

_ Their God goes by other names, Greed.

- Power.

- Hell, no.

Filthy, Lucre.

No.

Make them pay.

Fillmore Graves doesn't care about you.

They left you to starve in the streets while they stay fat in their ivory towers.

We know they do, and you all suffer for it.

And every Devil falls from grace.

The time has come for Fillmore Graves to pay for their sins.

And they will pay for them in blood.

- Amen.

- Amen.

- I said, "Amen."

- Amen.

- So God can hear you.

- Amen!

- So I can hear you.

- Amen!

_ One cup sugar, two eggs, two teaspoons of vanilla extract.

If only the recipe for love was as simple as a butter cream cake.

Whoa.

I remember this episode of Grey's Anatomy.

I can't find Tim or the vanilla extract.

What if he doesn't come to The Scratching Post tomorrow night?

And why did I make all this food I can't eat.

Oh, god.

Oh...

Remember what we talked about?

Using police resources to find Tim is an abuse of power?

Yes.

But also, fate, Liv.

If Tim's a no show, it's not meant to be, you're meant to party with your awesome friends.

Like me and Ravi.

I knew it.

You two are getting back toge...

Not even a little bit.

Oh, please.

I could cut the sexual tension between you and Ravi with my artisanal cherry wood tomato Kn*fe.

I know Nancy Meyers is holding your brain hostage, so I'm gonna let that slide.

Oh, speaking of triangles, how did Clive react to his lady cheating on him?

You got to tell him, Liv.

You try telling Clive that his forever person is looser than a bucket of fishing worms.

I found it.

Oh, brother.

We're losing momentum on this.

I can feel it.

I was hoping Ravi would have heard something from our k*ller coyote by now.

Me, too.

Bruce must get dozens of emails a day from people wanting to get into and out of Seattle.

Unfortunately, Ravi's email got just as much love as my missed connection.

None.

Nada.

Ixnay.

What we needed was expert advice.

What those people are looking for is different than what I'm looking for.

I'm trying to find people with real need.

Those criminal coyotes that you're talking about?

They're looking for wealth, desperation, people easy to manipulate.

Can you write that letter?

Can I write a desperate letter, begging a man to notice me?

- Shouldn't be a problem.

- Good.

I'm glad to see you haven't given up.

It's not your style.

How do you know so much about me?

I have been watching you for years.

Almost as long as I've been undead.

You weren't turned by Fillmore Graves?

You know, I'm not really sure how it happened.

I just know I woke up one day with the hunger.

I got a call from a guy who said he could keep me fed for a price.

And then I had a vision.

I was looking in a mirror, and I was this homeless kid that I used to see around the pier, no more than 16.

And that's when I realized that this man that was "keeping me fed" was murdering people.

Murdering kids.

So I tried to stop it.

I told the police everything.

Zombies, brains, dead kids, but they laughed me out of their office.

Three days later, my husband Max was m*rder*d.

Somehow, they knew what I had done.

That was the first time, I saw you.

At the morgue.

When they k*lled Max, I just...

shut down.

Just like they wanted.

And later, 10,000 people were turned into zombies.

And I didn't do anything else to stop it.

Is that why you started doing this?

I started this for the same reason you started eating m*rder*d people's brains.

To feel needed.

To feel "of use." Friendly bunch, aren't they?

Major.

Isn't that our guy?

Yeah, stay cool.

Hey, fellas.

Where's the video?

And don't pretend like you don't know what I'm talking about.

- You want that video, huh?

- We do.

So k*lling my best friend wasn't enough?

You wanna cherish the memory?

You, it was your phone.

I'm prepared to give you $1,000 for it.

It's your unlucky day, I guess.

My phone was recently stolen.

Stolen, huh?

By a shiftless zombie, of course.

You know this zombie's name?

Tucker.

Probably didn't want the world to see him get his ass kicked by a little zombie bitch.

I wonder how tough you'd be without that g*n.

Back off.

Be cool.

Listen to your girlfriend, man.

Be cool.

I'm gonna need your number so I can track the phone down.

I'll give you $500 for it.

Yeah, but I know you got a thousand bucks on you.

If you were gonna turn me into a zombie, I'd want you to do it the fun way.

You know what I'm saying?

Way to go, pal.

You just lost your friend $500.

Give me the number or you'll spend the next week in a Fillmore Graves re-education camp.

Or, for your dumb ass, an education camp.

_ I can't believe he responded.

- We're doing this.

- Well, it's almost time.

You know what you've got to do.

Yeah, we've been through this.

I...

just need to get into character.

The rain in Spain stays mainly on the plain.

The rain in Spain...

Hello, Ravi.

I'm a good girl, I am.

Liv, I'm trying to channel Prince William and you sound like a garbage disposal with vocal fry.

I thought you were doing My Fair Lady, oh gee makeover movie.

- Show time.

- Break a leg.

Hello.

Dr. Manningham-Chabra, thank you for contacting me.

I'm so sorry you've been separated from your loved ones.

Oh, I can't tell you what a relief it was to hear back from you.

That sculpture, it's wonderful.

Is that a Malayan or Siberian?

It's Malayan, of course!

You've got a good eye, sir.

That piece is called "La Tigre d' Oro" and is a solid gold relic from the Cinque Terre villages gifted to me from Prince Albert Duke of Kent.

Between us, he lost a bet.

And that's why I never drink Glenmorangie at the Grand Prix.

All right, then.

Let's do this.

I'll give you a time and a place to meet, you make sure you bring the cash.

In 72 hours, you'll be back in Merry Olde England.

Superb.

Ravi is a good liar.

Like Sandra Bullock in While You Were Sleeping good.

You think so?

I thought he was chewing too much scenery.

You know, I'm so glad that my soulmate is a zombie.

Trying to date another human would be a disaster.

It was with Major.

I'm gonna connect with SWAT.

I'll...

I think that you should break up with Bozzio.

Where the hell is this coming from?

It's just...

it's never gonna work.

I know you're pretty used to saying whatever you want without consequence, so let me draw a very clear boundary for you right now.

My relationship with Dale is none of your business.

And there's not a brain in the world you could be on that would change that.

Not that it matters, because I suspect this is coming from you.

So stop.

The phone is in there?

According to this phone tracker app.

What is this place?

- A church for zombies?

- That's what it looks like.

Beats a church for humans.

Let's check it out.

Whoa.

Is that the guy you scratched?

Once a zealot.

Hey, Tucker.

Can we have a word?

Hey, Tucker.

We need the phone.

The one you took.

Don't tell me you don't have it.

Okay.

But it's not gonna do you much good.

Brother Love says that the age of Fillmore Graves greed is at an end.

- That's right.

- True.

Let's go.

God is a vengeful God.

Just keep walking.

Every devil falls from grace.

If you sh**t, they'll tear us apart.

I think they're planning on tearing us apart regardless.

Watch yourself while you starve.

Fillmore Graves steals our brains.

- Major.

- Hold tight.

We're good.

Don't think you know what the word "good" means.

Behold.

What devil is this in our midst disturbing the house of God.

Angus?

And lo...

my eyes have been deceived for now we are witness to a miracle, my children.

Standing before us is the Angel of Chaos.

Celebrate our guest for he stormed the gates of hell, liberating tortured zombies from their prisons.

A reminder.

That even the best of us can lose his way...

So we will pray for you, Brother Major.

That you find your way back to your people.

The chosen people.

But if I ever see you here again wearing that Devil's cloth...

I'll knock your skull clean off your body.

_ You still mad?

Yes.

How about now?

Can we focus on me, please?

Whatever you little thing is, cannot possibly compare to my having to face a serial k*ller.

I told you, you're gonna be fine.

I'll be right there with a full swat team, out of sight.

Yes?

But what if things go wildly wrong?

Shouldn't I have, like, a code word or something to indicated distress?

- Fine.

What kind of code word?

- Pickles.

It's the first thing that came to mind.

Probably because I just saw that guy walk by eating a pickle.

Sure.

Pickles.

But relax.

We'll take him down the second he shows up.

I promise.

So, um, this place he wants me to meet him, what's it like?

You remember that adorable French chocolate store - from Chocolat?

- Yeah.

It's not like that.

Testing.

Testing.

He's still not here and this place makes Freddy Krueger's basement look like the Wonka factory.

- Stop talking to yourself.

- I'm talking to you.

Which is exactly what it looks like you're doing.

Relax.

He'll be here.

Isn't this romantic?

- I'm sorry.

It's what?

- Romantic.

Just look at Ravi.

He's like Rick in Casablanca, putting his neck on the line to save others.

I could just die.

I could just die...

Hello, doctor.

Oh, from excitement waiting for you.

And here you are.

- Here I am.

- Get ready.

So you probably want your money.

- There's no rush.

- Oh, pickle.

- I'll get it off your corpse.

- I'm in quite a pickle.

It's a G17.

Use it for work.

I'm a security guard.

G17 is a w*apon match for the g*n - that k*lled Annie Wallace.

- Let's go.

So?

That ain't enough to hold me.

How about this?

Is this enough?

A direct connection between you and the incinerator where you b*rned your victims?

Nice work, Pickles.

Let's agree that calling me that isn't going to become a thing, okay?

- And thank you.

- See you later.

Ravi.

Do you have the keys to the van?

You had them.

I thought I gave them back to you.

I don't have them.

Could they have fallen out of your pocket?

Maybe?

We gotta go look for these so we'll get the next one.

Elevator's stuck.

I'm not getting any service down here.

You?

Liv...

A soulmate is forever and forever is a long time, especially when you're undead.

And so I couldn't help but wonder...

is all of New Seattle settling?

Or just Clive?

Liv?

Clive.

I have something to confess.

Good.

Because that "elevator meet cute" was too much.

What elevator meet cute?

What?

I'm serious.

You didn't stop the elevator for me and Michelle - right after you got off?

- No.

But that means fate willed you to have an actual meet cute which is actually adorable.

Then what do you have to confess?

All the weird Bozzio stuff...

The reason I said what I did...

I saw Bozzio kissing another guy at The Scratching Post.

I'm so sorry, Clive, for everything.

I just thought you would want to know.

We're in an open relationship.

Oh.

Yeah.

You don't seem...

like the open relationship type.

I'm not.

But I'm in love and I'm willing to try anything to make it work.

Hearing about the other guys though...

Man.

Maybe Michelle can help you work through it?

- Too soon.

- Okay.

Can't believe you guys talked me into bringing you here.

Oh, here's the rules, two drink maximum.

No hookers.

- Oh.

- But I want a hooker.

Definitely no blue brains.

And most definitely, an order of nachos for Major.

I'm hitting the head.

Is that where they keep the hookers?

Talk to me about blue brains.

- What's good?

- They're all good.

Do we not check IDs anymore?

Let's see.

We've got a Jewish American Princess.

A drag racer.

A drag queen.

A pro wrestler.

Sir?

- Hi.

- Hi.

This is my first time here.

I'm not sure how it works...

Well, might I suggest a "Brain of the Night?" We still have a few more slices of Architect brain available.

And our Young Love brain is very popular.

"This mid-western belle with a heart of gold will transport you to a more innocent time." That sounds perfect after the week I've had.

Thank you.

There.

Now say goodbye to Parkinson's.

Detergent Care Laundry.

- Excuse me?

- I've had a...

I'm sorry.

I just had vision of a laundromat.

And I think my life is about to change for the better.

Oh, good for you.

The...

Tell me, where do you get all these brains?

Well, I'm the head of a huge criminal enterprise.

Now, I have to go do a terrible thing to a nice old lady.

Enjoy your meal.

That's great.

Greg.

Boy, you keep eating like that, it's gonna k*ll you.

I've got a good metabolism.

Hide, Mama.

Renegade, I presume.

Ho-ho-ho!

Merry Christmas!

Wants to show this youngster what he gets for being so good this year.

Renegade, Meet Chase Graves.

He's been looking for you.

Good work.

Great work.

We'll always have Paris.

_ Sweater Ravi versus Make-over Ravi.

Who will win?

Who will lose?

Or are we living in a computer simulation?

Oh, I forgot that Sweater Ravi came with Simulation theory.

Where's Tim?

You gave me wrestler brain!

Well that makes me so angry?

Oh.

Um...

I got dose of a wrestler brain!

We heard you.

All of New Seattle heard you.

Hey, Liv.

How is it going with your new boyfriend?

I'm sorry, Major.

But it's only right that you should know...

I have a new-new boyfriend.

And if there's such a thing as love, he's in there.

And I must go to him.

That's cool.

You sound like a maniac.

Here it is, the moment of truth.

- Oh.

- Hell, not again.

That is not an easy thing to see!

But I am glad she's happy!

It makes me happy!

That's very mature.

Thanks.

Liv, I know this is a weird thing to scream in your face, but I hated the way how we left things after our fight.

And I want you to know that no matter our politics, I care about you.

And want us always to be friends.

Thank you, Major.

You're the best.

So tell me about this new-new guy, huh?

What's he like?

He's name is Tim.

And he likes The Scratching Post.

He's tall, uh...

Tall-ish.

Or maybe he's more medium height?

I actually don't know that much about him.

I should probably fix that.

You do you, girl!

Sorry.

Sorry.

- Hey.

- Hey.

Thank you.

Why don't we just chat a little first.

- Okay.

- How was your weekend?

Life changing.

Mind blowing.

Oh, do tell.

Sunday, my friend took me to this cool new church.

The preacher, he's so intense but brilliant.

He really understands the role that humans should play - in the new world order.

- Which is what?

Food.

Humans are our evolutionary inferiors.

And just like that.

My prince charming turned into a horrible, wart-covered, zombie supremacist frog.

- Where are you going?

- To be with my friends.

My human friends who are more evolved than you'll ever be.

Goodbye, Tim.

I guess I didn't need to know your last name after all.

- It's Timmerson.

- Tim Timmerson?

No, thank you.

Did you find out what he's like?

Yeah.

He was a creep.

It's time for the human-zombie dance off!!

Zombies, you get the side closest to the exit.

Humans to the side closest to the kitchen.

It's go time!

Maybe looking for soulmates is overrated.

Or maybe, we're looking in the wrong places.

Sweater Ravi!

I heard about your adventure with the Dutch Oven k*ller.

Very brave.

Maybe our soulmates are the people who are already there, standing by our sides while romances come and go.

And if these are my soulmates, I just might be the luckiest girl in the world.