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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.

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[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]

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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]

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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]

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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."

- [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, Beanpole.

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Beanpole, 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
soirée 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 soirée, 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 Beanpole 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 Beanpole 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.

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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]

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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 ♪

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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's 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]

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