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Previously on iZombie...

That's my old boss, Katty Kupps.

Guess she was in town working
on this Aleutian flu outbreak.

We traced the first cases to
a flight from Paris to Sea-Tac.

Hello, Patrice.

You recently flew
from Paris to Seattle...

- Yeah?
- Girls?

Carey Gold?
Patrice is your daughter?

You are no longer an employee of
Fillmore-Graves, effective immediately.

- You're human?
- Yeah.

Farewell bash for the ages.
You in?

Zombies are abominations!

A spokesman from the fire department
says they still don't have a final count

for the number of people
killed in the explosion.

Names of the deceased
have not yet been

- released to family members.
- Liv.

The six-bedroom home was leased
to employees of Fillmore-Graves,

a multi-national
military contracting firm.

They're going to be okay.

Been through worse.

You're alive!

Oh, thank God.

About damn time.

Justin!

Oh!

- Hey...
- Hey.

We were so scared.

I'm okay.

We're okay.

We thought you were dead.

Natalie's dead.

Coyne and Hurley and Zack.
Most of my squad.

The only reason
we're alive is...

Dumb luck.

So what happened to you tonight?

Where were you?

Why do I have a feeling my
night's not getting any better?

I slept with Chase Graves.

You... What?

It wasn't me.

I ate the brain of a woman who
was addicted to anonymous sex.

She'd pick men up
from hotel bars...

They were all one-night-stands,
all meaningless...

You were on the brain?

So, what? It doesn't count?

I tried to fight it...

I've been on brains before, Liv.

And you can fight them
if you really want to.

Justin, please...

I am so sorry.

Justin...

- Justin...
- Chase Graves?

It's happening again.

Not in the mood, Donald.

Dude, you really
need to see this.

Choreographer blue brain
is a big hit.

We should up the price.

- Hey! Where's my shipment of Russian brains?
- Where's Tanner?

There were Feds at the drop.
They intercepted our crate.

- Balls.
- And Tanner?

He got clipped.

What?

I can't find a body
for this leg.

It's like the most horrible
jigsaw puzzle ever.

I was not looking forward
to coming down here today.

Tell me you're here to offer
a welcome distraction.

I have news
on the Katty Kupps case.

When we went to interview Tatum
Weckler, remember her surly friend?

- Yeah.
- Her name is Patrice Gold.

She's Carey Gold's daughter.

So there's a Fillmore-Graves connection.
That's weird.

Patrice was on the Paris flight.

So she's one of
the people Katty interviewed?

And Patrice claims she didn't see
Katty on the day she was murdered,

but I don't believe her.

Plus, according to Carey Gold,

Chase Graves asked Patrice to pick up his
dog in Paris and fly it back to him here.

And that's gotta mean something.

I'm not sure how bringing his
dog back would unleash the virus.

Chase Graves sends a 13-year-old
zombie to Paris to bring back his dog.

Next thing we know, there's
an outbreak of a deadly disease

originating on that flight.

It's fishy.

What's the upside of Fillmore-Graves
introducing a deadly virus in Seattle?

Major and Justin say there's always a
shortage of brains at Fillmore-Graves.

An outbreak of a deadly flu virus
would get them what they need.

Then they really are monsters.

Ooh. I have an idea.

Come look at this.

What if Chase
arranged for the dog

to be wearing one of
these anti-barking collars

that emits citronella to
train your dog not to bark...

But he loaded it with the virus.

Jimmy, the Sikh,
he mentioned a barking dog.

Emitting virus
everywhere he went.

But how do we know he was
wearing one of these collars?

He was wearing one
as of last night.

How do you know that?

Also, there's this,

Chase Graves knew Katty Kupps.

- You had a vision of them together?
- No.

I know that Chase
had Katty's room number

written on a folded bar napkin
in Katty's handwriting.

We know that Katty went home
with men every night.

Maybe one night
she tried to take Chase home,

and he lured her to her death.

He could've learned she was
zeroing in on their plan.

Wait. Slow down.

How'd you see this napkin?

How do you know his dog
had a citronella collar?

I was up in his room.

I met the dog. I saw the napkin.

You snuck into his room?

- Liv...
- Not so much "snuck into"

as "backed into
while making out."

I slept with Chase Graves.

I was on Katty's brain.

The woman wasn't
choosy about her lovers.

Thanks.

Alison Connor said she thought the
house was being used as a meth lab.

We live in the
boring-ass suburbs of Seattle.

Nothing wrong with adding
a bit of drama to the story.

We're importing brains from
third-world countries, war zones...

Places with too many
consonants and too much death.

You say the word

and Fillmore-Graves is officially
out of the brain procurement business.

You keep your hands clean, and
leave the legal risks to me.

- Why don't you flip to page 12...
- Let me stop you there.

We won't be using your services.

With all due respect,
your men are hungry.

- Is that so?
- They're my best customers.

I'm afraid I've got some
bad news, Mr. DeBeers.

More bad news?

Whether it's blue brains
or normal whole brains

with their
variety of personalities,

they put my men in jeopardy.

That's why I've let my men know

your establishment
is off-limits.

They're half my business.

That's not my problem.

You need more brains.

I know you do.

I think I've got my brain
situation under control.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I have work to do.

Well, if it isn't Killer Abs.

Restroom is just down the hall.

Lillywhite.

I don't believe
we have an appointment.

If you've just
got two minutes...

Sure.

Hell of a day.

Yes, sir.

You don't need to call me sir,
Major, you don't work here.

I want back in.

- We've been through this...
- Scratch me.

Make me a zombie.

We've all been through a lot.
We've lost a lot of good men.

Twelve.

We lost 12.

You need to know what
becoming a zombie now means.

- I think I do.
- Trust me. You don't.

Discovery Day is on us.

All those humans out there are
going to be in for a big surprise,

and no one knows
how they're gonna react.

They're going to be terrified.

If we're going to survive,

we might have to do a few
things that can't be undone.

If I scratch you, you better be
damn sure whose side you're on.

It's not even close.

Come on, Clive.
We can hear the dog.

Two minutes,
and we've got our answer,

doesn't matter
if Chase is home or not.

We've had better plans.

Ravi said even if he
changed it back to citronella,

we'd still be able to test the
collar for Aleutian flu residue.

Okay. You're in, you're out.

Leftover from
my first date with Justin.

Hey, hey!
White Fang, remember me?

Hey, there.

Too much to hope
this is a booty call?

Isn't that
the plushest robe ever?

It's from my hotel room.

Don't worry, I bought it.

And I should probably call...

Well, the cops, I guess.

Unless you'd like to tell me
what you two were up to.

We wanted to find your dog.

We think you used him to cause
the outbreak of Aleutian flu.

And what's my motivation
for that?

Brains.

You know, Harley Johns wasn't the
shooter in the Tuttle-Reid murders.

What, that wasn't the
murder weapon in his truck?

It was. But he didn't
pull the trigger.

How do you know that?

I ate his brother's brain.

I know where Harley was at the
time of the murders. I'm his alibi.

Okay.

I now understand that
look of disgust on your face.

You think you went to bed
with a mass-murderer.

For your information,
I only went up to your room

because I'd eaten the brain of a woman
who did that sort of thing every night.

Indiscriminately.

I believe you know her.

You had a cocktail napkin with
her phone number written on it.

Oh, so you're upset and jealous?

I don't think you slept
with her. She was human.

Does this woman have a name?

Our murder victim, Katty Kupps.

She was with the CDC, investigating
how the flu virus came to Seattle.

Just a coincidence
you had her number?

Maybe I should
be calling my lawyer.

Are you charging me
with something?

Or am I charging you with
something? This is so confusing.

We're done here.

Um, your clothes won't be
ready for another 30 minutes.

You wanna watch some TV?

Look at this place.

It's emptier than
a Glasgow pay toilet.

Chase Graves
frickin' ruined us, man,

banning his people
from coming here...

Right.

Dr. Smith, you may remember Dr.
Chakrabarti, our pathologist.

He's former CDC,

we asked him to sit in and
translate any science-speak.

I don't think you'll need
much translating.

In a month's time, Seattle is looking
at a death toll in the tens of thousands.

The strain has mutated rapidly,
and it's resistant to antivirals.

- Meaning?
- That if you get it, it's a death sentence.

And it's a slow death.

About a month from contracting
the virus until death.

Hospitals will run out of beds.

The dying will be spilling out
into the streets.

So what do we do?

We need to begin mass-scale
vaccinations tomorrow.

If you don't,

the death toll could reach
the hundreds of thousands.

Tonight.

The Aleutian flu
hits harder than anticipated,

and city leaders
scramble to catch up.

Hello, I'm Johnny Frost.

At a news conference today,
Seattle mayor Floyd Baracus

surprised most observers by issuing a
mandate that every man, woman and child

get vaccinated against
the flu virus this week.

Local hospitals have now reported
125 cases of Aleutian flu.

Sources claim the outbreak

can be traced to a commercial airline
flight from Paris earlier this year.

You better believe that
right after roll call tomorrow

I'm getting to
one of those locations.

Peyton says those vaccines
are arriving tonight.

- They're keeping them at some city facility.
- Which one?

She said if she told me,
she'd have to kill me.

I'm not gonna be able to sleep until I've
got that vaccine coursing through my veins.

Hmm.

Insomnia is actually one of the
earliest symptoms of Aleutian flu.

Well, along with unbearable
sensitivity to light...

You still alive?

Don't worry.
It'll all be over soon.

What'd you see?

Carey Gold killed Katty Kupps.

You actually saw the murder?

No. But Katty
was in the trunk of a car,

Carey opened it up, and she seemed
surprised to find Katty still alive.

So, like we thought, the
bludgeoning happened somewhere else.

Carey was moving Katty to
the location behind the hotel.

Framing Chase?
He was living at the hotel.

Maybe.

Let's find her,

make sure she doesn't
talk her way out of this one.

I'll hold the fort down here.

You called for me?

Yeah. Come in. Sit.

I just wanted us to take a beat.

Make sure
we're on the same page.

About?

My recollection is
we had a plan.

A plan favored by me,
favored by my predecessor.

A plan to quietly build
Zombie Island,

then, just as quietly, move the
entire zombie population there

once the infrastructure
was complete.

- Mmm, that was the plan, yes.
- Yes.

Until we switched to Plan B.

The Doomsday Plan.
The plan we're following now.

- The plan you set into motion without approval.
- Me?

I'm the person that
requisitions toner cartridges.

You think I put Plan B
into motion?

That's slightly
above my skill set.

Detective Babineaux and Liv Moore
dropped by my house last night.

They think my new dog was used
to spread the Aleutian flu virus.

The same dog you so kindly
got me as a welcome home gift.

Did you really need to kill so
many zombies to make your plan work?

I guess you needed our people
frothing at the mouth,

angry at humans.

I'm the one that's been
preaching restraint.

You must have learned about the email
Fred Tuttle sent me earlier this year.

He wanted to talk to me
when I came back stateside

about a disloyal faction
inside the company.

That must be why you killed him,

killed his sister,
his 11-year-old nephew.

Then you laid the blame on a bunch
of Internet crazies tracking zombies.

My sister-in-law Vivian resisted
launching Plan B, so you killed her, too,

figuring that, given the escalating
tension, the personal loss,

I'd put Plan B into motion.

Yes, Mr. Graves?

Get a security detail
in here now.

What are you going to do to me?

I haven't decided.

It's too late to turn back the
clock on Plan B, God help us.

Maybe I'll lock you up in a freezer
until I can put your fate to a vote.

I doubt our people
will be kind to a traitor.

You're the traitor, Chase.

That's how it will be
written in the history books.

Zombie Island would've
gotten us all killed.

All of us together in one place?

Some government,
probably our own,

would've nuked Zombie Island
into vapor.

You and Vivian weren't
idealists, you were cowards.

Get her out of here.

I don't want to mess up
my brand new office.

Take him outside behind the obstacle
course and shoot him in the head.

I don't care where you
bury the body. Surprise me.

Looks like you chose the
wrong time to clean your Glock.

I just decided
what to do with you.

There are more of us.

Chase!

Chase, put the gun down.

You're a hair too late.

You could've rescued me.

Mutiny. Led by Carey.

She was trying to sabotage
the move to Zombie Island.

So the Aleutian flu...

It was all about
getting more brains?

For her, it was Pearl Harbor.

Strike first. Strike hard.

Did she kill Wally
and Anna Reid?

I'm not sure if she pulled the
trigger, but she ordered it.

I believe it would be in
everybody's best interest

if I take care
of this mess in-house.

Be my guest.

The city-wide Aleutian flu
vaccinations are officially underway.

And here at Bell Square
Church, the mood is tense.

This line wraps
all the way around the block.

We've already heard reports
of some scuffling, pardon me,

as nerves fray during the
long wait to be immunized.

Pardon me, press coming through.

Clearly, people are worried
about... Pardon me.

Whoa, buddy.
Are worried about this deadly flu.

But one thing they
should not be worried about,

- excuse me, is the shot itself...
- Hey!

Which I'm about to demonstrate.

- Dude...
- Smile, sir! You're on live TV.

Hi, there.

Didn't even hurt.

I got the shot. Reporting
live, Johnny Frost.

You look like hell.

Late night.

Take a seat.

I had a late night
a couple days ago,

freezing my stones off
at the docks,

looking for a smuggled crate from
Russia that we thought was full of...

Well, you don't
need to know that,

other than it had to do
with my Russian hacker case.

We've got our eyes on this crate

when a couple of doofuses
roll in to pick it up.

We pounce, one gets away,
we snag the other.

He's an errand boy, at best,

but I need info,

and he's not talking.

One thing he did tell me,
however,

is that he's your CI.

I've had a lot of Cls.

Well, let's see if
you remember this one.

Now that the gang's all here,

let's play Connect the Dots.

Your boy Tanner has the usual
drug busts under his belt.

But flip a few years back in his
file, and things get interesting.

Teen Tanner
was a ward of the state.

And his case worker?

One Major Lillywhite.

Curious, huh?

It gets better.

Tanner's one phone call

this morning was placed to
Shady Plots Funeral Home.

I might die. I was getting
my affairs in order.

Shut up.

Shady Plots...

A business run by our friend
Blaine DeBeers.

Brains, Blaine

and Major.

I'm feeling some
deja vu real hard.

What the hell is going on?

Clive!

What the hell?

He's a zombie, Dale.

We live in a city
full of zombies.

And you've gotta let him go.

If you put him back in jail, you're
liable to start a zombie apocalypse.

This is the same decision
I had to make with Major.

Let him go,

and I'll tell you all about it.

What's going on here?

Remember how, a couple months
ago, Katty told us about

that mysterious plane crash?

And how one of the girls on the
plane had brains in her stomach?

And how Katty learned
that that girl

had been to the same boat party

where you'd been
turned into a zombie?

Remember how worried we were that Katty
was getting very close to the truth?

- Yes.
- Look what the girl had in her pockets!

Boat party, read,
"Tainted" Utopium.

Two vials. I found it
in Katty's box of stuff.

- That's amazing...
- Not really. They were empty.

But they evaporated,
so there's still residue.

I probably won't have enough for
a cure, but it's still valuable.

If I can just...

Here. Do the honors. Press
the release valve for me.

Sure.

Ah!

Could be a long day.

Hello?

Peyton, it's me.

Liv? Uh, we're swamped here, I
can't really chat. Peyton, listen.

I need to know where the Aleutian
flu vaccines are being stored.

Why? What's going on?

I just saw all these texts
between zombie teenagers...

They're saying that Seattle's
about to become

their personal brain buffet.

That zombies
are tricking the CDC.

Peyton, if they

think they're still about to
have all-you-can eat brains,

even after the city
gets vaccinated,

they must know
something we don't.

Maybe they're...

I don't know, stealing the
vaccines, destroying them?

They're at
James Doohan Elementary.

Okay. I'm not far.

There's police already there. We'll
try to send more, but I'm not...

Hello?

Do I know you?

I'll call you right back.

I'm with the police.

We met a few weeks ago.
Remember?

Why are you in my house?

Tatum, I know you're a zombie.

I can't talk about this.
I can't, they'll...

They can't hurt you anymore.

I've got you. Just...

Tell me what happened.

I went to that July 4th party
with Patrice,

the one where everyone
got turned into zombies.

Like, a week later, they told my dad
that if he didn't do what they said,

- they wouldn't let me have...
- Brains.

I heard her on the phone.

She's on the humans' side.

Don't you get it?

There's nothing you can do.

You've already lost.

Dear God...

Over here!

Fun date.

There will be time for fun
after we're vaccinated.

Aw, every great love story
starts with those words.

Love story?

Don't look at me with that face.

I cannot believe that
you got me to release

a brain-smuggling member
of the undead.

Oh, I'm sure there'll be
plenty more surprises to come.

Oh, it's Liv.

- Hey, Liv...
- Clive, don't...

Wait, wait, wait... What
did you just say? They're...

- Can you...
- The reception in here is terrible.

Hold on. Let me step outside.

Excuse me. Pardon me. Excuse me.

Sorry, Liv. Say again?

- Have you gotten immunized?
- Not yet.

- We've been here for hours.
- Don't! Fillmore-Graves

is infecting the Aleutian
flu vaccine with zombie blood!

Everyone who takes the vaccine

is going to turn into a zombie.

- Clive?
- Dale.

Hey, stop!

Clive? What is it?

The coldest place in
the state? Sunnyside!

Irony, anyone?

They'll reach
a high of six degrees today.

The jetstream that we're
seeing here is staying...

So, the new weather girl...
What do you think?

- Scrumptious.
- Oh, you dog.

- What's going on with your hair, Johnny?
- What do you mean?

The white streak.
You try to dye it yourself?

Miss.

Miss. We're live right now.
You can't just...

We need to talk.

Is that Olivia Moore? In a wig?

And what is it this time?

Murder at the local
all-night massage parlor?

You're rounding up
the usual suspects?

I know why you're starving
and what you're starving for.

A little privacy, please.

You want to eat someone's brain.

The thought of it
makes you salivate.

And we're in commercial.
Johnny...

What's going on down there?

Why?

Why do brains sound so good?

Because you're a zombie now.

I'm one, too.

Everyone who gets an Aleutian
flu vaccine becomes one.

This just...

That can't be true.

Brain mush.

Gross, huh?

Be my guest.

Mmm.

So here's what
you've got to say...

And we're back.
I'm Johnny Frost.

Fellow Seattle residents,
I have grave news to report.

It has come to light
that every person

who received the
Aleutian flu vaccination today

is now in the process
of becoming...

A zombie.

I can't stress this enough.
This is real.

This is not a joke.

Your future may depend on
what you do next.

If you have not received an
Aleutian flu shot, do not get one.

If you do, you too
will become a zombie.

The first sign you have
turned into a zombie

will be a craving
for human brains.

Is that serious?

Ah!

Color will drain from your skin.

Your hair will
begin to turn white.

If you have taken the vaccine,
also be aware

the zombie virus can be transmitted
via a scratch, or sexually.

Ready camera two.

Condoms do not prevent
the transmission of the virus.

Abstinence is
the only protection.

Camera two.

The most important thing for every
Seattleite to remember is this,

these people are
still your friends,

your neighbors, your loved ones.

They have simply
contracted a virus.

Those who have
contracted the zombie virus,

resist your urges.

Help is on the way.

Until then, everyone,
please stay calm.

Yeah!

Someone answer the damn phones!

That was great, Johnny,
you were perfect.

- Imagine if he'd been sober.
- Let's not.

Every local station
has picked up the story.

Well, at least it's not just
us with our wangs hanging out.

We're seeing tweets
that people were crushed

trying to get out
of the vaccination queue

- at the 45th Street fire station.
- Send a crew.

What now?

I don't know.

Hey, you can't go in there!

- Excuse me...
- What fresh hell?

Ah.

I should've known.

Sir. You and your armed men
need to leave my stage.

You're one of the tribe now.
You should welcome me.

Why are you doing this?

Making more zombies?
You want an apocalypse?

I have a video here that
should explain everything.

You're going to run this on air.

Sorry, I don't
take orders from you.

Any of you take orders?

Hello. I'm Chase Graves,

chief operating officer
at Fillmore-Graves.

As most of you know, we are a
Seattle-based military contracting firm.

What most of you don't know is that
for the better part of two years,

most of our support staff

and all of our soldiers
have been zombies.

Some would say
that's the bad news.

I don't see it that way,

though we understand
that this new reality

may test the bonds of
some romantic relationships.

Unfortunately, intimate contact
between humans and zombies

is impossible without
infecting the human partner.

We welcome new zombies,

but that should be a conversation
between consenting adults.

On a positive note,

by the end of the day tomorrow,
the Aleutian flu will be eradicated.

Your loved ones who were facing a
long and painful demise will be saved,

and no disease
will ever threaten them again.

I suspect the number one
question on everyone's mind is,

where will zombies get the
brains they need to survive?

Rest assured.

There are no plans to harvest
brains from the living.

Rather, our brains will come
to us from across America.

The brains, supplied to us by
willing donors upon their deaths,

will be processed and distributed
to Seattle's zombie population.

But here's the promise we're
making to the rest of the country.

Provide us the brains that we need to
survive, and Seattle is where we'll stay.

In the United States,
7,000 people die every day.

If just one person
in 10 donates his brain,

we will have enough that we
won't need to look elsewhere.

Should zombies
go hungry, however,

it's anybody's guess
where they might turn.

Remember, a well-fed zombie
is a happy zombie.

And our genuine hope is that Seattle
will be a city filled with happy zombies.

Going to PTA meetings,

bringing orange slices
to kids' soccer matches,

making noise at Seahawks games.

Of course, the human citizens
of Seattle are free to leave.

But we hope that you will stay
and live in harmony

- with your new zombie neighbors.
- Take cover!

Move, move! Zombies are not monsters.

The last thing we want to do is
harm our human brothers and sisters.

One round above their heads.
On me.

Fire!

We are all in this together.

Let's show the world there's
no need to fear the other.

Aim...

Take 'em down.

While Seattle
will be under zombie control,

most of you living here will
experience very little change.

The established infrastructure
will continue to function,

its city government,
its schools,

firehouses, police department,

with a special zombie police
force and criminal justice system

to handle crimes
involving zombies.

Thank you for listening.

Continue watching for a list of
locations where brains can be procured.

So that's your plan?

Holding the country
hostage for its brains?

The brains of their dead.

But yes.

So the Aleutian flu was never
about harvesting brains.

It was about getting as many people
turned into zombies as possible.

You can stop judging me now. I
didn't put this plan into action.

I suppose I could've let everyone
with the Aleutian flu die.

I wish I had the luxury of hoping
we could all just get along.

Have I mentioned
how much I like your new look?

I'm glad you
finally got on board.

What's it like out there for someone
rocking the old-school zombie look?

Lots of moving trucks
heading out of the city,

and it seemed like every driver

only slowed down long enough
to flip me the bird.

How's it going here?

You look like you haven't slept.

Ta-da!

You invented the sugar cube.

I harvested just enough
tainted Utopium

to try something
I've been tinkering with

ever since I lied to the
zombie truthers about this.

That, my friend,
is a vaccine for zombie-ism.

No freaking way!

You did it?

Oh, I don't know. Maybe.
I think. I dunno. Who knows?

If my math was right.
Let's see how it goes.

Dude! You're gonna be
your own guinea pig?

How're you gonna know
if it works?

I'm glad you asked.

What? Why?

No.

Ravi.

I don't want to be responsible
if it doesn't work.

You won't be.
I'm asking you to do this.

Ask Major.

I don't think he has
much use for humans anymore.

I want it to be you.

This morgue...

This is where it all started.
Remember?

I caught you
eating brains in my office.

You were this...

Bright, mopey girl,

so sad because she
couldn't be a cardiologist,

and look at you now.

So sad because my friend wants
me to turn him into a zombie.

What I want, more than anything,

is to feel like I left
the world a better place.

And that for doing so,

I was richly rewarded with a medical
patent worth billions of dollars.

Which I would then
drop into the ghettos,

barrios and favelas of the
world from my helicopter

with Chakrabarti
painted down the side.

- Chakrabarti!
- I love you, Ravi.

I love you, too, Liv.

Give me that arm.

Are you sure?

I'm sure.

Don't be a dick.