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[Liv]
Previously on iZombie...

-Jimmy and his
comedy troupe do a--
-A portfolio of sketches.

About a human couple living
next door to a zombie couple.

We post them online,
the episodes go viral.

Do you have a name for it?

[both] Hi, Zombie.

The AP picked up
the Freylich story.

Now everyone knows
that these kids have
a zombie cure

just inside their skulls.

[Blaine]
Are you Darcy Bennett?

You're here about
my Freylich brain.

How does half a million sound?

You dad wants to see you--

General Mills and I haven't
been on speaking terms
for a long time.

He's gonna be here with
the contingent from
the US government.

First, you kidnap me
and turn me into a zombie.

And now you want me to do
Fillmore Graves a favor?

-Watch where you going! Hey!
-[screaming]

You wanna know
who your father really is?

Just dying to know?

He was a junkie.

[Mr. Boss] The greatest high
in the world, perfect bliss
in a bottle.

Like how Matthew McConaughey
feels on the greatest night
of his life,

but you can snort it.

Anyway, the way the twins
describe this Utopium
stuff of yours,

sounds amazing.

It's getting there.

I feel like the formula
still needs a little bit
of work though.

So get to work.

And change that shirt of yours
once in a while.

People are starting to talk.

[snorts]

And take it easy
on that stuff.

Quality control.
It's part of the process.

[sighs]

Hey. Just boxed up
the new batch.

You interested
in giving it a spin?

Yeah, pick me up.

[laughs maniacally]

[Hal] Why are you still
tinkering, man?

That last batch
was perfection.

Methylenedioxyamphetamine
level was too low.

I want the basal ganglia
firing on both cylinders.

Serotonin and dopamine
cascading together.

It's crazy,
it's that simple.

[snorts]

Match the right chemicals
with the right brain parts,

anything can happen.

Anything.

-[growling]
-[man screaming]

[doorbell rings]

Martin Roberts?

Yes.

[Liv] Uh...

My name is Olivia Moore.

I'm your daughter.

[exhales deeply]

This is unbelievable.

Mom finally gave me your name,
and after that it was easy.

I work for the
police department.

You're a police officer?

Assistant to the
medical examiner actually,
but...

So your mom, I imagine
she told you some stories.

Well, she did tell me some.

Well, that was
a long time ago.

And I'm sober now.

-And, uh--
-[cell phone buzzing]

[Liv] Sorry.

Sorry, uh, work.
I have to go, but...

Maybe we could get together,
get a coffee or--

Yes, I'd love that.

Well, here's my card, so...

Okay, sorry, I have to go.

Liv...

I'm glad you found me.

Yeah.

[opening theme music playing]

I could tell when he opened
the door, right off the bat.

His eyes.

Evan's eyes, it's him.

It's my dad.

Man, that's a lot.

[chomping] Mmm.

I've done it.

Best grilled cheese
the world's ever seen.

-[scoffs]
-Cheddar and Jack
melted to perfection,

on sourdough, toasted
a sexy golden brown.

And what better to nestle in
amongst all that cheese

than the cheesiest
of brains?

-Car salesman.
-Car salesman?

-Yeah.
-Tell me that's not
Rick Randall's brain in there.

Rick Randall, drove off
the Fremont Bridge,
a suicide.

No, Rick Randall,
the murder victim.

This was the message
he left on his wife's phone

before he went
into the lake.

-[Rick over phone] Gina,
my car's out of control!
-[tires screeching]

It's steering itself!

I can't stop!
Call someone!
Oh, God! [screams]

[car splashes in water]

-That can happen?
-Uh-huh.
Cars can be possessed.

-Herbie for example.
-Herbie wasn't possessed.
You're thinking of Christine.

Herbie wasn't evil,
he was the Love Bug.

All right, focus up.

Rick drove a Malevex Six,
it comes with a self-drive
setting.

It's possible someone
accessed the system
from the outside.

Vampire Steve's checking,
so save some of that brain
for Liv.

Oh, and before I forget...

Annual raffle time.

-[sighs]
-[Ravi groans]

It's a buck each,
you know the drill.

Everyone in the department
sells at least 50 tickets.

No complaints,
it's for a good cause.

You know everyone just
buys their own tickets,
right?

I don't care
as long as we meet our quota.

Well, what's
the prize this year?

Margo Ball Motors donated
a souped up '67 Mustang.

Mmm, not really
a car person.

Eh, don't buy a ticket.

What's the prize
for whoever sells
the most tickets?

-A mountain bike.
-The mountain's on
the other side of the wall.

Then don't win the contest.

Ooh.

Check it out. Now this
was the world's best
grilled cheese.

Oh, cute.

Meanwhile, I sold 60
raffle tickets.

Sixty? We only got 50.

I sold 10 of yours too,
which makes me
current sales leader.

I haven't started,
you cheated.

I've heard that before.

Oh, that's right,
it's the first line
of the loser national anthem.

All right, I'm off to get
more tickets and win
this thing.

Make yourself useful,
answer the phones
or something.

Dream on, I am ten times
the salesman you are.

I just like to start
from behind,

so it hurts worse
when I blow past you.

Bring it on, blondie.

I'll probably solve
this case before you too.

Laters.

Well, I'll help you like
"Blue Bayou",

because that's my theme song.

[Clive] Were you aware
of anyone who had
anything against Rick?

Family, friends,
maybe a rival at work?

They were all rivals
at that place.

God, the testosterone.

All trying to be alpha dog.

Backstabbers,
every one of them.

So, what's the sitch, Clive?

We got a live one?

Liv, this is Mrs. Randall,
widow of the deceased.

Mmm-hmm, I'm up to speed.

So, who wanted him dead?

I think we can get
that SOB the death penalty.

-[stammers]
-Don't like the death penalty?

What about life behind bars?

-Liv--
-Picture it.

-The widow?
-The widow.

[laughing] Mrs. Randall.

Isn't it true you recently
purchased a substantial
life insurance policy

-for your husband?
-Ravi.

We upgraded our policy
a couple years ago
after Rick got a promotion.

You two. [snaps fingers]

[sighs] All right,
give us a minute, please.

Ravi.

What was that about
life insurance?
Where did you...

Babs, who taught me
it's always the spouse?

You.

I trusted my gut.

Paid off. Up top.

You're not a detective,
stay out.

-She's not a detective.
-But I'm a closer.

Let's head back in there
and I'll break her.

Now that I loosened the lid.

Lieutenant.

Acting Lieutenant.

I was able to look over
the systems about Malevex.

Long story short,
the self-drive was hacked
from outside.

Who could do that?

A hacker, a good one.

Or anyone with access
to the factory settings
on the car.

-So, like, anyone
at the dealership?
-Yeah.

I'll call the general manager,
see who all had access.

Can you, like,
put a trace on the hack?

If you mean trace the
command codes back to the
source IP, maybe.

But whoever did this
covered their tracks
rather nicely.

I may need the host computer
to verify.

Excellent work, Steve.

I would say that warrants
a special deal
on raffle tickets.

I'll go 10 for 10 bucks.

That's not a special deal,
that's just what they cost.

Straight talk,
20 tickets for a Jackson.
[spits]

-[groans]
-Come on.

-Whatever, sold out anyway.
-[sighs] Me too.

-I'll take 20.
-40.

[mutters indistinctly]

Blaine!
[mumbles indistinctly]

What...

What did you do?

The, uh, deposit on
my Freylich girl's brain
went through and...

No offense,
but when it comes to tables,

I prefer a Noguchi
to ping pong.

Mommy doesn't let us
have food or drink down here.

Well, she made this
for me herself.

After I got her a new
washer and dryer.

Whisper quiet.

Unlike her son.

Anyway, I need you
to find our old friend
Dalton Earl Duke.

I have a business
proposition for him.

You called me here
just for that?

Of course not.

I thought we could catch up.

[sighs] We hardly get
any quality time anymore.

What happened to us?

I have a bar to run
by myself.

Yeah.

-How is the old
Scratching Post?
-You mean Don E Be Good.

I get you're laying low.

But you could still
help out in the back.

By doing what?
Invoices?

-For instance.
-[sighs]

-At least, just consider it.
-Considered. No.

Okay, good catch up.
Now go, Don E.

Go.

Oh, and tell Mom E,

I'm ready for a refill.

Corporal Jones.

[door closes]

Says here you have
flu symptoms.

Feels like I got
hit by a truck.

Let me take a look.
[grunts softly]

I don't believe
I've seen you before.

[grunts]

Congratulations, Doc.

You're a zombie now.

If you wanna survive,
you need to do exactly
what I say.

[sighs]

Welcome back, darlin'.

Congrats on arranging
the summit.

Ambassadors, and senators,
and generals. Oh, my.

Well, don't
congratulate me yet.

And they agreed
to come hear us out,

you know, see for themselves
that zombies

aren't slaughtering
humans in the streets.

If they don't buy into
Major's plan, they might
just nuke us anyway.

Oh, it's gonna go great.

All right? You're smart,
you're focused and sexy.

But you know,
if we might get nuked
at any minute,

wouldn't you like
to sail into the hereafter

behind the wheel
of a classic American--

I already bought tickets
from Liv.

-Did you?
-Yeah.

[chuckles softly]

So what are the chances
you reach an actual agreement

-with our friends
in the US government?
-Slim.

One of the generals
has a daughter stuck here
in Seattle.

He wants to see her,
and we can't find her.

Not good.

Hey, we'll still
keep trying but, uh--

It's time. Hi, Zombie
dropped 40 seconds ago.

-Thank you.
-Yeah.

[Major] So, how nervous
is the executive producer
right now?

Well, since she's bet
her entire career
on its success, very.

-There it is.
-Oh.

-Okay, here
goes nothing.
-[chimes]

[doorbell rings on TV]

Come on, Ed,
it's just dinner.

They're the new neighbors,
we're being polite.

I know, it's just
every morning I go out
to get the paper

-and Jeff waves at me
and goes, "Hi, Zombie."
-[knocking on door]

-[Jeff] Hello!
-Ed, you are a zombie.

[Ed] But you don't
just say that.

Do I go up to
Mrs. McConney and shout,
"Hi, Italian."

-[all chuckle]
- Or when my boss gives me
a deadline, am I like,

"You got it, black guy."

-Or when I see Mrs. Chan--
-Don't be so sensitive, Ed.

[sighs]

[both] Hi, zombies.

-[woman] Hi, humans.
-[all laugh]

[indistinct chatter]

[indistinct radio chatter]

[guard] Just be
a few minutes, ma'am.
Thank you.

[Major]
A free zombie state.

Located on a remote island
in the Puget Sound.

My predecessor, Vivian Stoll,
was preparing it
for the 300 zombies

she knew existed
at the time.

Now we're looking
to relocate all 10,000 zombies
to this--

Zombie island?

It's ambitious,

but we believe
this is our best solution.

Short of a cure
which we're all working on.

You want me
to ask voters to spend
their tax dollars

on dead people
instead of live ones?

-Senator--
-He wants you to ask your
voters to save the planet.

[Major]
I understand your concerns.

But I believe if we work
together in good faith,

we can find a way forward
toward a more peaceful
tomorrow.

[indistinct mumbling]

Nootropics, huh?

I take these
and I'm like
the Limitless guy?

Steroids for your mind.
Your brain will be kicking
sand in the face

-of all the weakling brains
down at brain beach.
-[Blaine chuckles]

They said you'd gone legit.

This seems like a pretty
nice little scam.

Oh, it works.
I get string theory now.

Go ahead, take a free sample,
you'll see.

-And the money?
-Same as when I was
in the gourmet brain business.

Just now, I run
with thought leaders
and entrepreneurs

instead of goons
and killers.

I don't really miss
the smuggling business.

Mmm.

-So what do you want
to talk about?
-Smuggling.

[scoffs]

I need to talk to
your old associates
in the black market brain biz.

Think I can offer you
something that thought leaders
and entrepreneurs can't.

Maybe your jacked up brain
can wrap itself around
this number.

I'll make a few calls.

[chuckles]

Yo, Bean Pole.

Bean Pole, where you at, man?
We gotta move this stuff.

Oh, come on, you junkie,
where'd you go off to now?

[Don E] Scott E,
get a move on, dude,

we're ready to roll
out of here.

I'm coming,
keep your pants on.

[sighs]

I'm surrounded by idiots.

So I says to him,
"My man, I'm glad
you got a good price,

but those are
not Ted Baker boots."

[laughing] Oh, man.
So they weren't boots?

Dude, calm down.

What? He just told
a story.

Whatever, we got drugs
to sell.

Fresh from the oven,
let's go.

So you're hitting
the Nine Trolls or...

Julian's got
the escape part covered.

Max Rager's throwing
a little soiree
on the company yacht.

Think I'll swing by.
[sniffs]

Dude, why not just
say boat party like
a regular human?

Ah. Because it's a soiree,
Scott E.

I don't see why
you like that guy.

What? He's fun.

[Ravi] Utopium,
certain batch,

just anything relating
to a drug chemist
called Bean Pole Bob,

any references between
2014 and 2015.

Great. Thank you,
Sergeant, bye-bye.

Hiding behind phones
while I'm pressing flesh
and closing suckers.

Not how you win
the sales game,
my friend.

That was Clive's friend
in Vice,

who I've enlisted in
my search for that
Bean Pole Bob guy

and potentially
a zombie cure.

Now, I'll turn to the CDC's
list of Freylich kids
Charlie sent me

which shows one kid
here in Seattle whose life
I'll now help safeguard.

So you really wanna
go head-to-head with Renegade?

The Renegade
in the saving lives area?

I saved more people
than that before breakfast.

-[yawns] Nope.
-[footsteps approaching]

Oh. Hi.

Hi, sorry, I'm a bit early.

It's fine. Ravi,
this is Martin Roberts.

Right, Martin Roberts.

Yep, deadbeat dad.

Out to make up
for a 30-year absence
with one hot dog.

[Ravi] Hmm.

Wish me luck.

Good luck.

[clears throat]

[dialing]

[line ringing]

[woman] Hello?

Hi, yes, I'd like to speak
to a Ms. Darcy Bennett.

My name is Ravi Chakrabarti
and I'd like to speak to her
about...

Dropped out?
When?

[Martin] After rehab,
I didn't have
a ton of options.

Mom said that you traveled
the globe working for
Doctors Without Borders?

Yeah, that was tough.

-You see things.
-But for your soul.

I don't know.

Maybe a little pride
in doing something
for the greater good,

but you know
there was so much death.

So much suffering, I...

I'm sure I'll always
be haunted by it.
[sniffles]

You all right?

Oh, it's seasonal, you know.

So, you're a zombie.

-You can tell?
-[chuckles] Yes.

Out and proud.

[sighs] I admire that.

-Um, what can I get you?
-Oh.

Extra peppers
and hot sauce, please.

Make that two.

You're a zombie, too.

How did you get turned?

Aleutian Flu shot.
You?

I'm an O.Z., I got scratched
at the Max Rager boat party.

[vendor] Here you go.

[Martin grunts]

Oh.

[Martin exhales]

So when's the last time
you used, Martin?

Congestion, flush,

manual tremors,
I'm a doctor,
I know the signs.

You're still on Utopium.

I know it must be
disappointing to learn
your father is an addict.

No, this is on me,
Mom told me what you were

and I tracked you down
anyway.

I didn't know what
I was expecting,
she'd be loving this.

The thing of it is, Liv,
when I saw you
at the door,

I don't know,
it was like...

You're the reason
I needed.

-The reason?
-Yes, the reason
I needed to kick.

Once and for all.

I don't think
I have anything left
to give, Martin.

And if I wasn't a reason
when I was born,

why would I be one now?

I have to go to work.

Take care of yourself.

Okay, if you all follow me,
we have lunch waiting

and we can prepare
for the afternoon session.

[indistinct chatter]

Lillywhite, I thought
we agreed my daughter
would be here.

I hoped she would, General.

But she chose not to come,
for her own reasons.

You know what this is,
don't you?

-It's a difficult situation.
-It's a hostage situation.

You zombies are terrorists
holding half a million humans
hostage

until you get
what you want.

I don't even know
why we're here.

The US government
doesn't negotiate
with terrorists.

I've been biting
my tongue a long time.

But now, now that
you couldn't produce
my daughter,

I'm going to walk through
the rubble of Seattle.

I believe there are sandwiches
and drinks available
in the commissary.

[sighs] I turned back
and he was just standing there

looking so forlorn.

You could've gotten in
when the getting was good.

Them's the breaks.

[indistinct chatter]

[man] Driving through
the mountains? Orgasmic.

Yeah, it's bad,
real bad.

We got the general manager
in there.

Right.

[exhales deeply]
Let's rip his face off.

Ravi, no, I told you--

Clive, what do you
wanna do with the case?

I wanna close it,
but not in the way
you're thinking,

so just, no.
Come on, Liv.

So, Mr. Fischer, I understand
the Malevax Six comes
with the self-drive?

Amazing vehicle,
the auto pilot mode

is one of its
many incredible features.

You could drive it
to New York City without
lifting a finger.

You're not gonna
hook this brick,
Green B.

[chuckles] Never say never.

The auto drive
comes with factory presets,
correct?

Anyone with those
could access the auto drive?

Well, I mean, conceivably.

You have access
to the presets?

Yeah, but I'm not
gonna off my best salesman.

Rick Randall was
a closing machine,

he won the annual
sales competition
five years running.

-Annual sales competition?
-First place gets
a Malevax Six.

Second place gets a set
of steak knives,

last place, a pink slip.

-Ooh.
-Fired?

Rick always won,
it drove Stu Solano crazy.

-Who's Stu Solano?
-Second place,
five years running.

Guys got a lot
of steak knives.

-Let me guess, bitter?
-Oh, he's bitter, all right.

Rick stole Gina
from him.

Rick's wife used
to go out with Stu?

Mmm-hmm.

Well, she didn't mention that.

I get it, why spread
around you were with
a second place nobody.

Stu's good, he just lacks
a killer instinct.

-Sales is a blood sport.
-[inaudible]

It sure is.

[laughter]

Rick cheated.

Bribed the desk for leads,
stole them from
the other salesmen.

I played to win,
but I played fair.

Far as I'm concerned,
I won.

With the steak knives
to prove it.

When Rick married
your ex Gina,

were you cool with that?

Gina?

She was more of a demo
for me, you know?

If you want
a guy with motive,

take a look at Teddy Fischer.

Rick was gunning
for Teddy's job
and everybody knew.

Especially Teddy.

[gasps softly]

[Rick]
The best loser there is,
bon voyage, Jack.

Are you a winner, Rick?
Or should I ask your wife?

[gasps]

-Who's Jack?
-Jack Klein?

Used to work
for Margo Ball,

got old, got slow,
got fired last year.

Sales, man,
it's a blood sport.

Gentlemen,
thanks for coming.

What I have for you
is an invitation
to join a business venture.

It's not unlike
the brain smuggling
you've done in the past,

only now
the owner of the brain
will remain attached

and alive.

So it's basically
the same deal.

And the financial terms
will reflect this increase

in the unit
we're transporting.

You're each receiving
a name and an address.

And the items
you will be transporting.

You bring 'em in,
you get paid,
you go get another.

"Bird Manor
Hall School for Girls."

Is this a kid?

They all are,
or rather, teens,

who let's be honest,
are the worst.

So, you may need
to come up a little
on the fee.

I already gave them
a bump for the extra weight.

You didn't mention
they were kids.

Teens, who other than
the random passage of time
are basically adults.

-Why do they care?
-Well, it's, um...

It's a moral issue.

These guys?

Give me a second.

Hey.

[whispering indistinctly]

Okay, extra 15,000
a head.

To cover the moral issue.

-Five.
-Thirteen.

Ten.

-Hmm.
-Okay, then.

Let's go round up
some rugrats, huh?

[laughing]

Clive, let me ask you
a question, you were in Vice.

How many people
who've been heavily addicted
for 30 years

turn themselves around?

Hmm, I know it happens.

-That's good.
-I've never seen it, though.

[knocking at door]

Hi, Seattle P.D.,
we're looking
for Jack Klein?

-What for?
-I'm Jack,
how can I help you?

We wanted to ask you
some questions about
the death of Rick Randall.

Like how great it was?

Emily, honey.

-Whatever, I'm late.
-Call me if your practice
runs late.

Dad, I'll text you
'cause it's not 2003, okay?

[exclaims] Come on in.

Yeah, I worked at Margo Ball
for what, um, 23 years.

It must've hurt when
they fired you after all
those years of service.

That whole place
was toxic.

I mean, I feel sorry
for those miserable jerks.

Emily transferred
back from USC,

so I get to see her
a lot more than I used to.

Get to see some
of her field hockey games.

-Plus, the coffee's
much better at home.
-[woman chuckles]

I'm much happier here.

We looked over
the sales numbers,

it looks like
you slipped into last

after Rick closed a deal
you originated.

-Were you aware of that?
-So what if he did?

What do they always
say over there?

-"Sales is a--"
-"Blood sport."

-Right.
-A witness said he heard you
suggest that Rick should

ask his wife something
the day you were fired.

-What did you mean?
-Not my finest moment.

What did you mean?

Get this, Rick's wife Gina,

she used to go around
with Stu Solano.

-Oh, we're aware.
-Yeah, but did you know

that all along
she was two timing
with Teddy.

What? Teddy Fischer?

-The general manager?
-See what I mean?

Place is a snake pit.

Don't tell me I'm raging out,
I'm not raging out!

Your eyes are
a little red, Ed.

I went swimming,
it's from the chlorine.

You're darn right,
I'm furious, but not because
I'm a zombie,

it's because
you're an idiot.

Peak TV, my ass.

There's my girl.

Sorry to send in
the heavy like this.

It's just when I heard
people were looking
for you,

I got a little worried
that my investment
might be at risk.

Carl, you can go.

So...

Any idea who our
mystery caller might be?

My roommate took the call,

said his name was like
Ravi "Shark Buddy"
or something.

-And he was putting on
a fake British accent.
-[laughs]

I know him actually,
accent's real.

[sighs] He wants
your brain for science, so,

I'd definitely steer clear.

It's probably best
that you just lay low
for a while.

Lay low?

-In here?
-Yup.

I mean, being bored
out of my mind is not
on my bucket list.

[sighs] Okay.

There are other places
we could stash you in
that are a bit more lively.

Have you ever been
to The Scratching Post?

I think we should
get Gina and Teddy
back in here.

If they were having
an affair, and he knew Rick
was gunning for his job,

they could've worked together.

I don't know, I say
there's something off
about that Jack guy.

Liv, the man still owns
a flip phone,

you think he can hack
a Malevax?

Clive, Liv.

Ravi, whatever sales
nonsense this is,
I'm just in no mood.

-I've had a vision.
-[snorts]

Rick walks out to his car,
finds his windscreen smashed.

That's it?
You call that a vision?

And the words, "Die, pig"
spray painted on his hood.

I don't suppose you saw
who smashed his window
and tagged his car?

Yeah, you never do.

But I'll see if
his insurance company
has any photos.

Boom! That easy.
Oh, and if you got
a few more raffle tickets.

Actually, me, too,

twice whatever
you've giving him.

No, no, no, no, no.

No more tickets,
just no, no, no.

[Ravi sniffles]

[exclaims] Ah, ah, ah!

Coffee's for closers.

[gasps]
I still have more tickets.

[slow music playing
on speakers]

[sighs]

Burrito Monday
is officially canceled.

[bucket thuds]

[sighs heavily]

[laughs] It sucks.

Owning a bar
is supposed to be fun.

I shouldn't be doing
grunt work. [laughs]

[exclaims] God!

My life is the worst.

We could switch,
I'll run the bar, you could
be the zombie prostitute.

And what the hell?
I thought we had a strict
"No love songs

on the jukebox" policy.

-[shouts] Who put this on?
-[Darcy] I did.

♪ Lady of the morning ♪

It happens to be my jam.

♪ Lady ♪

What, you don't like music?

I just think that
this song is a little cheesy.

Says the guy
wearing that shirt.

What? [laughs]

No, it's...

Bold.

-Can I get a beer?
-Can I see some ID?

No, I got this.

It's on the house.

No freakin' way.

Hey, hey.

That's the girl.

The match maker
told me about my soul mate.

-She's out of my league,
isn't she?
-Oh, yeah, way out.

But also that's
Blaine's Freylich girl.

Fatal brain disease,
she's going to be dead
any minute.

So, well...

Sorry, I guess.

[Clive] Well, it turns out
our dead guy Rick

did make an insurance
claim after his car
was vandalized.

-Yeah, he did.
-[Clive] Here's
what's interesting.

These holes here,

whoever smashed it
used something
with a rounded end

that punched
through the glass.

-Like a baseball bat?
-Or a golf club.

Ah, could be.

Could be, or...

-A field hockey stick.
-Jack's daughter.

-Emily Klein.
-[scoffs]

Remember how happy
she was that Rick was dead?

She didn't strike me
as a girl with
a dragon tattoo.

Oh, that so?

She happens to be
a Computer Science major
at USC.

Expelled last year
for hacking a blimp
during homecoming week

and programming it
to display lewd comments

about her ex
during the UCLA game.

Now, if you'll excuse me.

The closer is heading out
to make his collar.

This is the best part
of my job.

Okay, so I smashed up
his precious Malevax.

The guy ruined my dad's life
and I had to drop out of USC,

that doesn't mean
I killed him.

Computer Science major,
Robotics team.

And it won't be
your first time
hacking into a vehicle.

You know, the, um,
"Thanks for the HPV, Dave"
blimp incident?

-He deserved that.
-And Rick deserved it,
too, right?

I didn't kill Rick Randall.

Go ahead,
check the activity.

I have nothing to hide.

[inhales sharply]

Fine, let me get
our guy in here.

-Yeah, Steve?
-[Ravi] She's gonna crack,

then not only will I have
closed the case,

but I've crushed
your raffle ticket sales.

Clive solved it,
you just told him
what you saw in a vision.

-Pot meet kettle.
-Besides,

no way you can top
my 320.

[grunts] Oh, 324.

-I've still got two hours.
-As do I.

So, how many trombones
would you like to play your...

[imitates sad trombone]

[Jack] Look, officer,
I just need to talk
to my daughter.

Or that detective,
what's his name?

Babineaux, please,
my daughter's innocent.

-She should not
be in there.
-Mr. Klein?

Please,
Emily didn't do this.

I did.

[door opens]

You hacked the Malevax.

Yeah.

[scoffs] Okay, I'll bite.
Why don't you tell Steve here
how you did it?

Okay.

First I emailed
Rick officially

from a bogus Malevax
support address

asking him to update
his firmware. This link

had a Trojan horse
that installed a backdoor

into the car's telematic
control unit giving me access
to the VPN.

How did you
overwrite the shadow files?

I cracked 'em,
downloaded firmware,

then Nmap'd the script
so I could view
the cipher text

with a verbose switch.

That's one way
to do it.

I've spent all year
studying Emily's
coding textbooks,

just so that I could get
back at Rick for what
he did to us.

I'll write it all down
for you, just let me talk
to my daughter, will you?

[sighs]

[Liv] So, if you're serious--

[Martin]
I'm absolutely serious.

This one specializes
in long term addiction.

Uh, this one pairs patients
with the right therapist,

they don't just
send everybody
to the same guy.

Can't believe
you're doing this for me.

[sighs] Against
my better judgment.

You're a good person, Liv.

Good people
can't help themselves.

[air hissing]

Okay, General,
you're all set.

Hope you had
a productive summit.

[door opens]

Senator Hoover?

So, go ahead and roll
your sleeve up for me.

[grunts] The hell?

You've just been scratched
and turned zombie.

Please remain calm,
this kit contains hair dye,

self-tanner and brains to last
till you arrive in D.C.

If you wanna survive
and you want this
to stay secret,

you will cooperate.

Await further instructions.

You work for us now.

Welcome back
to the United States,
Senator.

[Don E] Hey, yo.

[dance music playing]

-It's your turn.
-Sorry?

Put something
on the jukebox.

I'll make fun
of your song.

Kind of busy.

Whoa, when did it get
so cold in here?

It's an automatic
thermostat.

I mean, I kind of
thought we had a fun
little moment earlier.

Just, you know,
got a bar to run.

Ah, got it, okay.

Have a nice life.

All right, uh... [laughs]

Uh, couple of weeks
ago, this match maker

told me that she knew
a girl who would be
perfect for me.

And before I could get
any more details,

-she was murdered...
-The girl?

No, the match maker.

And so I thought,
maybe you were
that girl.

I mean, you got
the skull tattoo,

-but, you know...
-What?

You're gonna die
like any second

-and you know, I can't...
-Dude, we're all gonna die.

Just means I got
to get through
my bucket list

faster than you.

But isn't the point
to rock out
till we clock out?

I guess when you
put it like that.

So what's like
on this bucket list thing?

Well, for starters,

I've always wanted
to be in a bar fight.

I...

-[music stops]
-[rock music playing]

My song is perfect
for the occasion.

[men grunting]

You... [grunts]

It's happening!

Most definitely.

Are you sure
we should do this?

-We can get hurt.
-What the hell.

-[rock music playing]
-[all clamoring]

[Ravi exhales]

Are you and Major
in for dinner with
me and Peyton tonight?

I can't tonight,
I'm seeing my dad.

-Really?
-I know.

Probably a dumb idea,

-but when has that ever
stopped me before.
-Congratulations.

-Suck it, loser.
-In your face.

You tied.

Maybe you can split it.

[inhales]

[claps hands]

-But...
-[footsteps recede]

You know, I don't really
care much for biking anyway.

I don't have room
for it, you take it.

[reporter] Liv Moore
understood the stakes

when she took
over Seattle's largest

human smuggling organization.

She was there
when her predecessor
was executed.

She resuscitated
the organization

when others believed
Fillmore Graves' attempt

at intimidation
had succeeded.

[door opens]

[TV chatter continues]

[Enzo clears throat]

You will be pleased
to know Riley's mission
was a success.

She got Spud out
of the city to scratch
the doctor

at the VA Hospital,

and selected delegates
have now been turned zombie.

Good.

Good.

Be careful with that one, sir,
she has a tendency to
stick her nose

-where it does not belong.
-A real pain in the ass.

I've heard.

[Enzo] I would hate
for a conflict of interest
to arise.

Don't worry.

I know what I'm doing.

[closing theme music playing]