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[Liv] Previously on iZombie...

We need to be seen
as part of this community.
Not an occupying force.

We are an occupying force.

There's no such thing

as improving
human-zombie relations,

the clock is ticking.

You tell your boss
that Freylich brains
equals zombie cures,

and suddenly these
poor kids will be hunted.

These are cures
for the zombie disease.

Mr. Mayor.

You ready?

Oh, my God,
I can feel it.

I'm human again.

[grunts]

Al Bronson,
Bluster magazine?

So how's that new
opening paragraph coming?

I actually don't
quite have a handle
on the opening paragraph.

You're maybe a more
complex character than
I thought.

[hip hop music playing]

That was a song
I didn't pay for.

Because I am Harris Burrows.

Seattle's onliest
pirate radio practitioner.

-The best to DIY it
since Christian Slater.
-[phone ringing]

Ahoy-hoy,
we've got a caller.

Caller, go.

[man whooping] Harris.

-You rock!
-As do you, brother.

We should party.
How's tonight?

My place?
And you know what?

-Bring everyone.
-[people cheering
over radio]

And what the hell,
for the 27th time
in a row,

let's make it
'80s themed.

-[upbeat music playing]
-Harris out.

♪ I'm so excited ♪

♪ And I just can't hide it ♪

♪ I'm about to lose control
And I think I like it ♪

Harris, what up?

♪ And I just can't hide it ♪

Begging your pardon, milady.

But I believe
you're off-theme?

You said '80s.

You never specified
the century.

[laughs] I stand corrected.

Bring 'em in.

[giggles]

I don't mind your ex
showing up.

But can he at least make
an effort to look like
he doesn't want to murder me?

Didn't he get the memo?
People love me.

[all cheering]

Last question.

By your own account,
you've had a checkered past,

so what's the difference
between who you were then
and who you are now?

You held that one
till I was half a bottle deep.

Now? I'm needed.

I'm appreciated.

People stop me on the street
just to shake my hand.

That kind of thing
never happened to
the man I was before.

It's not bad.

So, what's next?

-Politics?
-Ha!

Do I really seem
that depraved?

Mmm, jury's out.

Speaking of depravity
in politics.

Word around the campfire
is that Mayor Baracus was
a frequent guest of yours

at The Scratching Post.

What happened
to "last question"?

Yeah, the man liked
to party.

You know who killed him?

No, I wish I did.

Baracus left a huge tab.

Whoever did, owes me.

If I may turn
the tables for a sec...

Are we ever gonna
be anything more than just
journalist-subject?

Well, I turn in the story
on Thursday,

you won't be
my subject after that.

Great.

Thursday, then.

Say, uh, 8:00?

Bring an appetite.

You cooking?

Food? I hadn't
considered it.

Yeah.

Sure.

Why not?

[indistinct chatter]

Someone's blocking
me in.

Yeah, it's the brat
from next door.

Always trying
to out-soiree me.

Hang tight.

[upbeat music playing]

Yo, there's someone
at the door.

Dude, you're killing me,
Hamm-bone.

You know
this is a party, right?

You know I hate
your punny little nicknames,
right?

Do you find them too...

Hamm-fisted?

It's some old dude,
he seems pissed.

Hi.

Is this your party?

And I'll cry
if I want to.

Great. I'm gonna need
the owner of the black Jeep

to go ahead and move it
from the front of my driveway.

Mmm-mmm-hmm.

Lot of people here,
old timer.

You're asking me to find
a Jeep in a haystack.

If you really gotta get
somewhere, I suggest a cab?

You can bill me.

I'm good for it.

Let's try this again.

Perhaps I should
introduce myself.

Oh, no, no,
I know who you are, man.

You used to play
Doogie Howser?

[all laughing]

I'm glad you're enjoying
yourself.

You know what I enjoy?

Killing people
who piss me off.

And that's not hyperbole.

If you don't get
that car moved,

I will literally
end your life.

Nod, if you understand.

Whoo-ah!

DJ, hit me.

Apache!

[all cheering]

["Apache (Jump On It)"
playing]

[opening theme music playing]

Now, these brains have to
go directly into the tubes,

not the mixing vats.
Are we clear?

I've worked at the plant
since day one.

I know what I'm doing.

Good.

[R&B music playing]

[drill whirring]

[music fading]

Hey.

Hey.

[door rattling]

What're you doing?

Hey, let me out.

Hey, hey, let me out!

Hey!

I'm a little
foggy on the details,

but she heads
to D.C. on Friday.

If anyone can talk
the Pentagon out of nuking us,

it's Peyton.

Aren't we going
in circles?

We've passed four bedrooms,
three bathrooms,

an arcade room,
a dark room,

and a radio room.

But no steam room.

Aw.

This might be
my dream house.

I wonder what
his parents do.

[officer] This isn't
his parents' place.

Victim is Harris Burrows,
19, mom's deceased,

dad lives outside
the wall.

The kid was independently
wealthy.

This place is his.

Body's down there.

Oh, watch your step,
somebody spilled
Slippery Nipple.

Thanks.

[Liv] Severe hypothermia.

Poor kid
was cooked alive.

Screwed the door shut,
sealed him in.

What an awful way
to die.

-[clattering]
-[Clive screaming]

[thudding]

Hold up, hold up.

[groans]

So anyone this rich,
you've gotta assume

-money's a motive.
-Clive.

You may have
a fractured vertebra.

You can't keep
detectiving through
a broken back.

[grunting]
You're not Batman.

You don't know that.

[groaning]

Eileen, who was that?

Amy O'Neil,
victim's girlfriend.

Came over
this morning and found him.

She claims last night,
a neighbor, some old guy,

came by, complained
about the party

and threatened Harris' life.

Which neighbor?

Can you guys roll me over?

No, no, no one's
wheeling you anywhere.

You need medical attention.

We'll go.

Liv's an OG zombie.

I once took
a kickboxing class, yeah?

Between the two of us,
I think we can handle
some doddering old crank.

[doorbell chiming]

And they say
nobody just drops by anymore.

Did you threaten
your neighbor's life
last night?

I sure did.

He was being, um...

Insolent.

Well, he's dead now, so...

You're under arrest
for murder.

Of course
I don't seem upset.

I abhorred that kid.

Doesn't mean I killed him.

Well, it doesn't mean
you didn't, either.

Now, wait a minute.

From a strictly
rhetorical standpoint,
I believe you're correct.

He's good.

You realize

that I'm going to eat
the murder victim's brain,
right?

I will find out
if you killed him.

So the brain's
still in his skull?

That really sound like
my style to you?

[Ravi] You're a teen murderer,
Blaine.

That's exactly your style.

Either way,
what difference
does it make?

We all know
you can't lock me up.

Not when I'm the only
thing keeping the city's
zombies from starving.

[laughing]

I'm untouchable.

-[chuckles]
-Guess again.

If you did this,
you will pay for it.

Will I, though?

Yeah. You will.

Yeah, but...

Will I?

[footsteps approaching]

Ah, there she is.

Al Bronson
of Bluster magazine.

Met Liv and Ravi.

From the Seattle P.D.

They just popped by
to see if I committed
a murder.

We do this
every few months.

Al is short for Alice.

And alibi.

She was here all night.

And can confirm
that so, too, was I.

Is that true?

Yep.

You'll show
yourselves out.

So, with all due respect,

rumors persist
on anti-zombie
message boards

that CHICS is planning
a coordinated blockade

of our dispensaries.

If this comes to pass,

how do we intend
to respond?

Machetes.

Hand grenades.

Excellent, Commander.

That was a joke.

We'll have Lieutenant Collins
prep the trucks

for mobile
brain tube delivery.

And I'll get Captain...

um...

uh...

uh...

-Hobbs.
-Hobbs, yes.

I'll get him to draw up
prospective routes.

-And...
-Mon Dieu,
this is our food supply.

Any attempt to interfere
with zombies

receiving that which
sustains us must be
put down by force.

An example must be made.

How about we don't
seek out confrontation?

If the intel changes,
we can reassess.

[oven bell dings]

[steam hissing]

Why so glum, chum?

Aw, Isobel.

Paragraph four.

"Her mother however finds
a silver lining in Isobel's
death from Freylich Syndrome.

Her death saved a life.

Isobel's brain
made a zombie human again."

Oh, no,
this isn't your fault, Ravi.

You worked hard so
that this wouldn't
become public.

Didn't think to warn
Isobel's mum though, did I?

[Ravi] Now Freylich kids
across the country

have a price
on their head.

CVC brass are going to
try to kill the story but--

[Liv] Okay, then.
It's a local paper,
no one's gonna pick it up.

How many brain dealers
live in Boise?

[sniffing]

[Al] Knock knock.

Sorry to barge in,

I just though
you should know,

I'm not really an alibi
for Blaine last night.

I did sleep there,
but only because
my car was blocked in.

We stayed in separate rooms.
I have no idea

if he got up
in the middle of the night
to kill someone.

While I'm here, um...

Did I overhear you
right earlier?

Blaine's killed
teens before?

-Oh, well...
-Uh, ish, that was a metaphor.

As I'm sure you know,
once upon a time,

Blaine was a drug dealer.
And as we all know,

drugs kill teens.

That they do.

You were the coroners
who examined Mayor Baracus
when he was murdered, right?

Isn't Blaine under
investigation
for that murder, too?

Only because Baracus
was always at Blaine's club.

Blaine was never
linked to the murder itself.

Hmm.

Okay.

Thank you
for your time.

Hmm.

[footsteps receding]

I told you.
Blaine killed Baracus!

I told you
I thought so, too.

That means he also
stole my cures.

Probably, but unless
you want all the brains

to stop coming in
to Seattle, there's nothing
you can do about it.

Th-That's not how
it's supposed to work.

[sighs] Blaine lies,

cheats, steals,
kills and prospers.

Meanwhile, I can't
even prevent a bunch
of dying kids

from being
hunted like dogs.

I'll be in my office
beating myself up
mentally and emotionally.

What?

-What's that look?
-I'm hatching a scheme.

I'm not
in the mood, Liv.

I didn't ask,
'cause guess what?

I know how to heal
your chakra, Barti.

We're gonna solve
the case.

First of all,
there'll be no further
wordplay with my name.

And second,

I'm not really
in the mood to play cop
right now.

Ra! Ra-ra.

You're gonna
want in on this.

Okay? Clive's out this week
with his back.

And you know
what that means?

That this
is Cavanaugh's case?

It means we can do
whatever we want.

Like police harass
the crap out of Blaine.

We can get a warrant
for his big, fancy house.

We can ransack it.

Can I be the guy that
takes a knife

and rips into
his couch cushions?

Sure!

And after that,

I'll pull him in
for an interrogation,

and you can beat him
with a phone book.

You in?

Fine.

This is gonna be fun.

[sniffles]

[cries]

Take your time.

[cell phone vibrating]

You know when you think
you have a great idea,

and then you do it
and it's not so great
after all?

That's kind of what's
happening here.

[loopy sing-song] I see you.

I see you too, big guy.

You got some
pain meds, did you?

-Mmm-hmm.
-You earned them.

Phew.

We're just interviewing
Harris' best friend Hamm.

-You want in?
-Yes!

Hamm, this is
Detective Babineaux.

He'll be joining us.

Oh.

-Okay.
-Hamm was just telling me
how Harris came to be

independently wealthy
so young.

-Bitcoin.
-Bitcoin?

Pffft!

Um... [clears throat] Yeah.

Our freshman
econ teacher

bought some to prove
that it was a scam.

Harris disagreed,
so...

Mr. Mooney dared Harris
to put his money

where his mouth was
and Harris did.

He took the cash
that he was saving up
to buy a car,

went all in
on Bitcoin instead.

Mooney cashed out early,
made a few bucks.

Harris cashed out
at the peak,

made a mint.

-Ooh.
-That's how life was
for Harris.

Things just
worked out for him.

Except, you know,
getting murdered.

[Clive] Ooh!

Uh, can you think of
anyone else that might
have wanted to do Harris harm?

Well, the neighbor
threatened to kill him.

Oh, we're all over
that one.

Anyone else?

No.

Everyone loved him.

Except...

Maybe Amy's ex,
Jaime.

Harris kind of
stole her from him.

Jaime didn't
take it so well.

Whoo!

Ooh!

He have a last name
or an address?

Um, Jaime Ross.

I don't know where
he lives, but,

there's a vigil
at the high school
later today.

Amy will be there,
so he probably will, too.

Brain plant key-cards
do not just go missing.

Find out who took them.

Are we missing
any brains?

More tubes than normal?
How can that be?

Just fix it.

Au revoir.

Sir, field report
for J sector.

No suspicious human
activity as of yet.

But there has been
some odd zombie
activity, sir.

What activity?

Confusion,
disorientation,
memory loss.

Reports are coming in
from across the city.

One of my guys
can't even do simple math,

like one digit addition.

It's weird.

How long before
his memory lapse

did he last
eat a brain tube?

An hour, maybe.

Huh.

Inspector, are we just
gonna let CHICS get away

with blockading
our brain dispensaries?

Perhaps not.

Ah, dismissed.

[Hamm] I'm not sure
what happens after you die,

but I'm sure
wherever Harris is,

he's partying hard,
cooking up his next
big scheme.

Cheering up someone
who needs cheering up.

Hey.

If the Freylich story
hasn't broken wide by now,

it's not going to.

So, buck up, buttercup.

You're bumming
these kids out.

-We're at a memorial.
-And memorials are for
celebrating the lives

of those you've lost.

And sometimes also
for interrogating

the jealous ex
of the victim's girlfriend.

Excuse me there,
young fella,

you aren't a teacher
here by any chance, are you?

I'm the Vice Principal
actually, Lee Mooney.

Oh. Mooney?

I thought Mooney
was an econ teacher.

Used to be.

So we hear Harris had
you to thank for
his cryptocurrency windfall.

I decided that if I
could be out-invested
by a 15-year-old,

I shouldn't
be teaching economics.

[donkey laugh]

Uh, we're with
the Seattle P.D., we're
looking for a Jaime Ross?

Jaime, yeah, uh...

I saw him earlier.

There he is.

[Hamm] ...'cause he never
wanted to let anyone take
themselves too seriously.

Hey, Mr. Mooney,
where you at?

Remember the time
Harris put up
a $1,000 prize

for the best impersonation
of you?

[all impersonating
Mooney's laugh]

Thank you.

[all laughing]

Jaime, talk to me.

What's going on?

Who are you?

Jaime, hi.

I'm lead detective Moore
with the Seattle P.D.
and I...

Everything okay?

I don't know,
he was fine a half hour ago.

Now he says
he doesn't know me.

Uh...

Jaime.

I'm a doctor,
I'm gonna take a look
at you, okay?

All right.

All right,
stay right there, mate.

Ah, pupils appear normal,
no signs of head trauma.

But if he's got an alibi,
we're not gonna hear it
tonight.

We should probably
get him to a hospital.

Can they help him?
He's a zombie.

Wait, isn't he
your ex-boyfriend?

As in before you
started dating Harris,

who, you know,
isn't a zombie?

I used to be
a zombie, too.

"Used to be"?

Harris got me
one of those
black market cures.

[sighs]

Harris and I were together
before the Aleutian Flu
outbreak.

The cure
brought us back together.

How long before taking
the cure did you break up
with Jaime?

Couple of weeks.

After I took the cure.

[Liv] That must've taken
your zombie boyfriend
by surprise.

What is that?

-Harris! I'm gonna end you!
-[Harris laughing]

Shh, you're gonna
get us killed!

[gasps]

Harris painted
those flames on Mooney's car.

I don't think he took
Harris' pranks as lightly
as he let on.

I mean, pardon my French,
but dude was pissed.

Commander?

I have an issue that requires
immediate attention.

Hey...

You?

Guard gate requested
we send them six new soldiers.

They called back later

asked for
two additional soldiers.

I cannot determine
how many to send him in total.

-[sighs]
-Is that six plus two?

[clears throat]
You... You figure that out.

You know, I think I have.

[Ravi] One doesn't
"catch" dementia,
it's not like a cold.

And zombies
don't catch anything anyway.

[Liv] You think
he was faking it
to avoid questioning?

-That's what I--
-[Ravi yelps]

-Oh, um...
-What the hell
are you doing, Steve?

I was taking
my mid-double-shift nap,

as is my custom.

-[phone vibrating]
-[speaking Spanish]

Yes, but,
could you two leave? [grunts]

Hey, Ravi. Harris' lawyer
has just sent me...

Wait for it.

Video will.

Just send it to Clive.

I don't work for Clive.

You do, actually.

-And for me.
-[Liv typing]

I'm baaack!

You thought you could kill me?

Guess again, Jack.

JK. LOL. [laughs] OMG.

BBQ. Legally speaking,
if you're watching this,
I'm definitely dead.

So, to my bestest friend Hamm,

I leave my radio equipment.
On condition

that he continues the show
but changes the name

to "Hamm Radio."

Everything else, I leave to

whatever charities
my dad deems least corrupt.

Harris, out!

And this tells us nothing.

Unless you believe
his best friend killed him

to get hold of some
second-hand radio equipment.

-What if...
-Oh, not again.

Yeah, again.

Steve-adore, can you hack
a dead teenager's
social media account?

Can a thing that's known
for doing a thing
do that very thing?

Oh, hey.

What... What are you
looking for?

Maj, are you all right?

Where are my shoulder pads?

Mom will know.

Uh-oh.

So, mental fog,
fuzzy memories,

gets lost in the past.

How can Major be
on Alzheimer's brains?

He eats tubes.

Hey, big guy,

eat up.

I asked myself
the same thing
when I got here.

Those grave robberies
from the news...

We assumed hungry zombies,

but I looked up the records.

Alzheimer patients,
every one.

My guess, humans poisoning
the zombie food supply.

Dead Enders, I'd bet.

[Ravi] I think the city needs
to know about the bad brains
before there's a crisis.

Yeah, I'll download
Bozzio now.

-Is the Mayor's office
putting out a statement?
-[officers singing]

Brilliant. Love you.

I know you know.

♪ Appropriate ♪

[vocalizing]

[officers chuckling softly]

♪ We're gonna sing
this song forever ♪

[all cheer]

[male officer] Whoo!

-[gasps]
-Uh, what just happened?

Oh, they were half-assing
Eileen's birthday.

Had to crank it up a notch.

Oh, sweet pipes, Stever!

Were you just here
for the free cake

or have you got
some information for us?

"I want to touch your monkey."

Bold, direct,
and a little confusing.

I was hoping for something
more along the lines
of Harris' password.

That is Harris' password.

For everything.
All one word, lower-case.

What are you gonna do
with that?

You mean, what are "we" gonna
do with that.

[sighs]

[footsteps approaching]

Sir, they're doing it.

-Who is doing what?
-Humans,

Dead Enders, CHICS,
sympathizers.

They're surrounding
the brain dispensaries,

they won't let anyone in.

They don't realize we're doing
mobile distribution.

Kind of hilarious.

Mmm. Thank you. Dismissed.

-[officer] Yes, sir.

I need a riot control team,

and bring the water cannon.

We need to teach these humans
a lesson.

Ravi, hey, got your note.

Thanks for looking after me.
Same to Liv.

I'm still a bit fuzzy
on yesterday,

-but, you know, maybe
it'll come back.
-[newscaster on TV]

Anyway, you complete me.
See you later.

...armored vehicles, tear gas,
and water cannons.

After a tense standoff,
Fillmore Graves turned

the high pressure hoses
on CHICS protesters,

including women and children,
without warning.

[phone ringing]

[pop music playing]

[Harris] I'm back!

You thought you could kill me?

Guess again, Jack.

[Harris' voice]
Welcome back, Seattle!

-Harris Burrows comin' at ya
live and illegally.
-[telephone ringing]

Hold that thought.
We've got a caller.

-What do you say, caller?
-[woman] Harris, is that you?

Are you really alive, dude?

You know it.

And this one goes out
to all the ladies.

[disco music playing]

Stevie Wonder!
Are there no depths
to your hidden talents?

Not even
when I'm murderer bait,
evidently.

The only way the killer
gets in is through that door.

I'm a zombie,
and Ravi is heavily-armed.

With... With this.

Which I've never used before.

And we'll be hiding right here
in this closet keeping watch.

Comforting.

Plus there is dozen
boys in blue outside
manning the perimeter.

Nobody is getting to you.

You're doing great.
Double-0 Steven.
Nobody does it better.

What if it's Blaine?

Huh?

What if it's not a teenager
or a middle-aged man?

What if Blaine and his goons
walk through the door?

-Trained killers.
-I'd forgotten about Blaine.

-It's probably not Blaine.
-[cell phone vibrating]

Shh! We're on a mission.

[speaking softly] I know.
You forged my signature

on an overtime request
for 12 officers.

-What are you up to?
-We're pretending Harris
is still alive

to flush out the killer.

-I--
-Don't worry.
It's under control.

Liv, what's that?

Steve!

-[thudding]
-[grunts]

[gun cocking]

[Clive] Liv.

-[gasps]
-Liv.

Liv, what happened?

Did I mean for Steve
to get shot?

Of course not.

Could the plan have
gone better? Sure.

But ask yourself...

Could it also have gone worse?

Yes, that's the point!

Vampire Steve could be dead
and the killer is still
in the wind.

That was a stupid,
stupid plan.

[door opens]

[Eileen]
We got the shooter.

Caught him climbing down
a drainpipe on the Victorian
next door.

[sighs]

Had this on him.

Ouch.

-Hamm?
-What'd you do?

Cut together old clips
of Harris's broadcasts?

Yeah, we did.

-[groans]
-So, Harris
really is dead then?

Phew. Well,
at least there's that.

-He was your best friend.
-I was his sidekick.

You have any idea
how exhausting it is

being dragged along
on every one of his
little pranks?

-Some, yes.
-Harris never took "no"
for an answer.

Like, when he convinced me
to steal golf carts

from my dad's club
in the middle of the night

and go do doughnuts
on the greens.

When we got busted,
his dad laughed,

wrote him a check.
My parents took away
my college fund.

Mmm.

He could've easily paid
for my tuition.

Way less than what he paid
for Amy's cure.

But he wanted
to keep me around
as his lackey.

I was supposed to be
visiting colleges
when the wall went up,

I would've been out there
instead of in here.

[sighs] Caught red-handed,
full confession.

Anything else I can do
for you tonight, Detective?

It was still
a stupid plan. [sighs]

Go ahead. Read him
his rights.

[stutters]

Uh, Eileen, you take it
from here.

Got it.

[Eileen]
You've the right
to remain silent...

Hell of a show.

♪ Hey! You paid big bucks
That's for sure ♪

♪ And now you get
Your zombie cure ♪

[laughs]

[Harris] I paid extra
for the song.

[breathing heavily] Oh!

[exhales forcefully]

Uh, like I said,
delivery from Blaine DeBeers.

Thanks.

[Ravi] What'd you see?

Someone holding
a giant sweepstakes check?

Don E in a wig
delivering a cure to Harris.

So Don E stole 'em.

It could've been Blaine,
and Don E was just
the delivery boy.

[sighs]

What haven't
Blaine and I done?

I got a million stories
where that came from.

I got to tell you something.

You know, that kid
who got murdered...

-Mmm.
-That neighbor kid?

-Mmm.
-I ate some of his brain.

No!

Sure did.
And I had a vision

of you delivering
the zombie cure to him.

Pffft! No.

Uh-uh.

And since you do
Blaine's bidding,

that means Blaine was selling
the cure. And whoever's
selling the cure

killed the Mayor, so...
[chuckles]

The Mayor!

Blaine would never kill her.

He loves her.

They used to be a thing.

Tell me more about
Blaine and Peyton Charles.

Well, they...

Hey, aren't you supposed
to be having sex
at Blaine's?

I mean, dinner?

I am having so much more fun
with you.

[footsteps approaching]

-Burning the midnight oil?
-[door creaks open]

And you are?

Al Bronson. Bluster magazine.

I'm doing a story
on Blaine DeBeers.

Blaine DeBeers.
Interesting life, I bet.

[chuckles]

I look forward to reading it.

Posting it tonight.
All that's left
is some housekeeping.

Can I run a few things
by you for comment?

Of course.

Did local authorities know

of Blaine's checkered past

before asking him
to smuggle brains
for the city?

[gasps]

That was
a Fillmore Graves decision,

but yes, of course they did.

He had the know-how.

So it was known
he was a smuggler?

-Of course.
-And a drug dealer
before that?

Yes.

Uh, but, I mean,
all the good
that he's doing now

-kind of--
-What about the murders?

[stutters] What?

Well, he murdered your boss,
for one.

That's a...
That's a crazy accusation.
[chuckles nervously]

Plus a bunch of runaways,
winos, streetwalkers,
you name it.

All at a butcher shop he owned
called Meat Cute.

We were forced to drop
those charges

because we didn't have
the evidence to convict, so...

So, were you sleeping
with Blaine at this time

or did that come later?

[scoffs]

All right, then.

I think that's
all the confirmation I need.

If you run a story that

says those things...

Ten thousand zombies

depend on the brains
Blaine delivers
into the city.

[sighs]

Do you think he murdered
the Mayor?

At least in part,

as a love letter to you?

I mean, that's why
you're in charge
around here, right?

[sighs]

I'm gonna have to ask
you to leave.

Now.

I can't believe you fell
for his whThing. [chuckles]

You couldn't see through him?

Hey, Al.

It's Blaine. Again.

Just making sure that

you definitely meant
to stand me up and,

um...

So yeah.

[sighs]

[gulps]

Mmm.

Hey, you busy?

Yeah.

Bring a friend.

[newscaster on TV]
...concerns that the return
to the police state

instituted
by the previous regime

may be eminent. Earlier today,

CHICS spokesperson
Dolly Durkins had this to say.

Fillmore Graves may not
be guillotining

people anymore
in the town square,
but make no mistake,

they are
an authoritarian regime

with no regard
for human rights.

Okay? We will resist,

we will fight back,
we will prevail.

[Enzo clears throat]

You asked
to see me, Commander?

[mutes television]

I did.

The water cannon,
the billy clubs,

you were acting on my orders?

Your direct orders.

Really? 'Cause that
doesn't sound like me.

Does that sound like me?

No, sir. It does not.

What are you suggesting?

I'm one
of a couple hundred zombies
in Seattle

who got dosed
a tube of brains
from Alzheimer patients.

Mmm.

But I think you know that.

You seemed fine
when we spoke.

Did you know anything
about the bad brains
going around?

A number of our men
suffered the same effects.

-I did not.
-Interesting.

'Cause Corporal Wells said
he briefed you.

You gave the Dead Enders
exactly what they wanted.

You walked into their trap.

I bet every time
that footage runs, another
hundred humans sign up.

I don't know
what you're up to, Enzo,

but you're gonna go away
for a while.

[footsteps approaching]

Vive Chase Graves!

Whatever.

-I did what had to be done.
-[officer] Come on, let's go.

Your failure of leadership
will be the destruction
of us all!

Ready to knock 'em dead
in D.C.?

What's wrong?

[Peyton sniffles]

I'm heading to D.C. to lobby

on behalf of a city
that pays handsomely
for a murderer

to provide brains
to its undead population.

Oh, no.

And also strongly implies
that I'm either complicit
in covering up

Blaine's crimes,
or I'm too blinded

by my sexual relationship
with him

to realize
that I was being duped.

I'm so sorry.

[sighs]

[footsteps approaching]

Guess you saw the story, too.

The Blaine and Peyton stuff
is off the mark.

You know that, right?

Blaine?

Wha... What story
are you talking about?

What story
are you talking about?

The AP picked up
the Freylich story.

It went wide this morning.

Now everyone knows
that these kids have
a zombie cure

just inside their skulls.

Ravi,

this is not your fault.

I'm pretty sure it is.

[sighs]

[sniffles]

[cell phone vibrates]

[clears throat]

What, Don E?

Ah, you might not want
to come in today, boss.

I wasn't planning on it,
but why?

That Bluster profile of you
went online this morning.

Uh, I could give you
the highlights,

[chuckles] but that seems like
the least fun way to spend
the next few minutes.

You should just read it.

-Oh, no brains shipped today.
-What do you mean,
no brains shipped?

Uh, I assume it's because
of the story.

I don't know if everyone
went on strike or what.

And Mr. Boss ain't pickin' up.
Who knows
what time zone he's in.

[vehicle approaching]

[man] Zombie murderer!

-[machine gunfire]
-[glass shatters]

[woman screams]

-[tires screeching]
-[man shouts]

[woman] What was that?
Oh, my God.

[breathing heavily]

Commander. Enzo's sentence
has been carried out.

He's in the box.

Great. Thank you, Lieutenant.

I noticed something
when I was there, however.

Prisoners Tador and Jackson
were missing.

-Missing?
-They aren't the only ones.

I ordered a full accounting.

Seventeen prisoners gone
in total.

Who'd want
to unthaw our prisoners?

And why?

[zombies growling]