All language subtitles for iZombie s05e11_English

[gasps]

I can't believe what I'm looking at.
These zombies have gone full Romero.

[snapping fingers]

They are just standing there
like trained dogs.

-I don't see how.
-[footsteps approaching]

[whispering] Neither do I,
but we have to get out of here.

Right, agreed. How?

Nope. Nope, nope.

Do you have any better ideas?

-[both breathing heavily]
-[footsteps approaching]

[Martin] Well, is this a minor thing
or is this a problem?

-[thunder rumbling]
-Everything's ready.

I don't need last-minute issues.

A minor thing.

Our zombie senator tells us
they are beta testing

a TSA infrared system at Vegas airport.

He can take it offline
by ordering diagnostic tests,

but he needs to know by 5:00 on Friday.

You will need to send him a go-code
as soon as they are in position.

[sighs] I see.

Well, I'll make sure they're aware
they have a very limited window.

Wait a minute.

Someone's been in here.

Some of the samples are missing.

[metal squeaking]

[sighs] Call Spud.

We need to get out of here immediately.

Now!

[theme music playing]

[Mike] So,

then it's Congress joke, Bieber joke,
and then into "Willkommen."

Just don't forget to give me
that look on "stranger."

-I know the cues, Gary.
-[Gary scoffs]

That's what you said last time.

Right before you missed the cue.

Oh, damn it, I'm out of nails.

-I got to run to Darla's.
-[Mike vocalizing]

Don't be late.

I don't miss cues.

Okay. Five minutes, ladies. So...

Sorry, Darla's was crowded and I had to...

Oh, my God.

Oh!

After all this time,

the original batch of Boat Party Utopium.

[Ravi sighs]

Now I know how Sir Galahad felt
when he at last held the Holy Grail.

The Holy Grail?

So, who would that make my father?

Mordred?

Sorry he turned out to be
such an irredeemable evil bastard.

At least he kept good records.

A silver lining, I guess.

[Ravi] Right.

I get this to Charli at the CDC.
She can analyze it, reproduce it,

and we are one big step
closer to the cure.

Which, uh, can't come soon enough.

Another Freylich kid was listed missing
two days ago in Ohio.

That makes five, by my count.

Ravi, for the 600th time,
this isn't your fault.

So, Michael Stansfield here's given us

quite a glamorous crime scene.

Evidence at the scene
includes rhinestones off a sheath dress,

feathers, various wigs,

and a six-foot string of pearls
assumed to be the murder weapon.

You assume correctly.

[Clive] Huh, what's the saying?

"Live fast, die young,
leave a beautiful corpse"?

You know, you got the last part, anyway.

So, are you ready to be fabulous?

[whistling]

[timer dings]

So, we've got Howard Denning in a cage.

Manager at Prince Mary's
and ex-husband of the deceased.

I know it's the brain,
but I just have to say.

This is a bold choice.

Well, look around, Clive.

This place is utterly gray.

Not a nice
Kim-Novak's-suit-in-Vertigo gray,

I mean a lifeless greenish gray.

We work inside a dead frog.

I expected a thanks for bringing
some color to this wasteland, but...

Well, thanks.

As long as we keep it professional.

Clive, when have I ever been
anything but professional?

-[stammering] Well...
-Who's this sob-sister?

Howard Denning.

Manager at Prince Mary's,
ex-husband of the deceased?

Oh. Great.

Lovely outfit.

It really pops against these green walls.

We just want to ask you
some questions, Mr. Denning.

Did you notice
anything unusual that night?

It was a Tuesday,
Mike and Gary's usual night.

Usual crowd.

Gary being Mike's drag partner?

They bought the club together
20 years ago.

But Gary was with me when I found
the body, so I don't think...

Maybe leave the detective stuff to us,
Miss Marple.

Go back.

So, if Gary and Mike
bought the bar together,

how come it's all going to you?

Gary had money issues over the years.

He sold his stake to Mike.

Does Prince Mary's have any kind
of security system? Cameras or...

We got one. Over the front door.

But, I mean, what's to steal? The wigs?

Any other entrances?

There's a fire door in the back,
but it only opens from the inside.

Were you aware of anyone
who might've wanted Mike dead?

Not that I'm aware of.

[Liv] Oh, come on.

You're telling me
you had a bunch of drag queens

squished into this tiny bar
for years and years,

and no one wanted to murder anyone?

Well, I'm happy managing the place.

But if you wanna know gossip,

ask Gary.

He didn't do it.

I agree.

Classic milquetoast husband.

Probably collects commemorative plates.
Murder takes balls.

And he has multiple alibis.

I'll get Jenkins to review
the security camera footage,

see if there's anything useful.

You done in there?

Well done, with a side of fries.

[sighs]

Miss, go on in, take a seat.

That is one tall glass of iced nasty.
Who is it?

Oh, some rich old zombie
with a human girl on the side

got busted and shot by his wife.

That's the girl on the side.

A zombie with a human girlfriend?

I should say former zombie.

I guess he got cured
right before he got whacked.

Talk about irony.

Ravi, drop whatever you're doing
and get up to Interrogation.

So, you were a waitress at Odium?

I'm a bar hostess.

And this is where you met Edward
two months ago?

[Clarissa] Yes.

Nice look.

Bit more reserved
than I was expecting, frankly.

Like I would be interested in the input
from someone whose style

would best be described
as "British boy's school CPR mannequin."

And a bit more shade out of the gate
than I was expecting.

-What's this?
-You'll see.

[S. Cavanaugh]
So, older guys are your thing, or...

No, but they do tend to have
all the money, so...

I make do.

[S. Cavanaugh]
And he was a zombie when you met?

When did he turn human?

[Clarissa] Yesterday.

A few hours before his wife killed him.

"Turned human"?

[Blaine] Edward Franzen's dead? Seriously?

Guess the wife caught him
doing it with his human mistress,

right after he ate the Freylich brain.

One shot, right through the heart.

And Annie Oakley couldn't wait
to kill him after close of business, huh?

[Marty] DeBeers!
How's the weather in Seattle?

It's another sunny day
in my tax-sheltered island paradise.

Yeah, I'm looking at cloudy

with a chance
of financial debacle here, Marty.

Did Franzen's wire transfer go through
the shell corporation?

Let me take a look-see.

Huh.

Looks like funds were coming through
a shell via a family trust,

now linked to a capital crime case.

In layman's terms, the payment's frozen...

[sighs]

Hey, do...

Do you remember

the name of the bagpiper we hired
when we tried Scotch and soda night?

No.

Darcy wants bagpipes at the wedding.

No, but I could strangle a duck
for half of his price.

Get down.

[clattering]

Blaine, do you remember when...

Hey, babe!

-[gasps]
-What?

Well, you're not supposed to see me
in my dress.

It's bad luck!

It is.

You said you weren't gonna be here.

Come on, it's not bad luck.

It's just an old wives' saying.

Who doesn't love a wedding?

Go see if you can
line me up some more buyers.

Did anybody wanna murder Mike?

Please. A bunch of drag bitches
packed into a tiny bar?

Somebody wanted to murder someone
every night.

Oh, but it wasn't me.

I was out buying nails and I got receipts.

We've seen them.

So, Gary, you and Mr. Stansfield
were partners?

For over 20 years.

[Gary inhales sharply]

We both fled uptight Midwest childhoods,
were way into drag.

We were even the same dress size.

We've done everyone.

Jane and Marilyn.

Jackie O and Pat Nixon.

Cher and Charo.

Drag Charo?

[scoffs] Kind of a hat on a hat,
don't you think?

You're not wrong,
but Mike's Cher was excellent.

You bought the bar together?

Yes.

Just a grimy little box
in a crap neighborhood.

But it was our little paradise, you know?

But you sold
your share of paradise to Mike.

That didn't bother you?

Oh, I don't care who owns the bar,
as long as it's there, you know?

But it wasn't a great business move.

Business now is fabulous, pun intended.

Drag isn't some weird, dark secret
anymore. It's out.

It's on TV, the kids love it.

Speaking of which,
have you spoken to Bitchkraft?

Bitchkraft?

Is that a person?

One of the new zombie kids.

A stone nasty skinny bitch,
and I do not mean that as a compliment.

-[shudders]
-All flash, no act, no character, no wit.

I just don't get it. We...

We needed to have a sense
of connection to the past.

You know? How you got here.

But you know these kids today... Oof!

Yes, I'm sure. But why him?

Well, see, she fancies herself a star now.

Hates the way we run the place.

Thinks we're old has-beens.

She sent her promoter
to pressure Mike to sell.

We refused, of course.

But I could swear

I saw that nasty, trash wig of hers
in the audience that night.

How do we find this delightful-sounding
young person?

I don't even know her real name,
but she's on tonight,

if you care to witness the depths
to which the culture has fallen.

-Thanks, Cavanaugh. I owe you. Bye.
-[door opens]

[door closes]

Tetsuo Sushi? What's the occasion?

I knew how much you'd like to come home,

after a hard day
at the paramilitary office,

to find some brain rolls waiting for you.

-Ravi.
-Mmm.

Oh, okay.

-I love you.
-Hmm.

-[clears throat]
-Wait.

Toro rolls and wagyu?

You need a favor.

[stammering] Just...

There's a thing that I thought,
you know, we could do together.

Might be a fun change of pace
for both of us.

What, like bowling?

Yeah, no.

More of a locate-some-kidnapped-teens
kinda thing.

It's the missing Freylich kids.

I found someone
who might lead us to someone

who just might know where they might be,
if we're lucky.

Sounds rock-solid.

Clarissa Bates.

Human girlfriend
of rich zombie Edward Franzen,

bought a Freylich brain, turned human.

Then got murdered
by his jealous zombie wife.

You don't think the rich guy
found the dealer?

Wife described him as a shy finance geek
who couldn't catch a cab,

much less navigate
the illicit brain trade.

But Ms. Bates here...

[Major] Okay.

So, where do I fit in?

One thing that was clear
is that Clarissa Bates

is desperate to get out of Seattle,

and she's tired
of dating old sugar daddies.

[Ravi inhales deeply]

So, I figured,

a dashing specimen, such as yourself,
might, you know...

That's what this is about?

You want me to be
some kind of gigolo bait?

Oh, oh, I was thinking spy.

It sounds cooler and less dirty.

Okay.

Let's get weird.

Is that a yes?

[Liv] Okay,

who's seen my faux mink?

I'm going clubbing tonight, and I need...

What's with the Andrews Sisters?

The Dillon Sisters.

Riley and I told you about them last week?

Mom needs a bone marrow transplant.

We agreed to smuggle them out?

Oh, right.

The mom's in bad shape.

Okay.

Let's get moving.

Graham.

You're not telling me something.

What? What do you mean?

The coat.

Waist-length, faux mink. Have you seen it?

Oh, uh...

Bedroom closet?

[exhales]

Look, [sighs] is getting murdered sad?

I guess.

But I wasn't even there.

So, I don't see
why you don't just go away.

According to Gary Schaeffer,
you were, Bitchkraft.

Hmm, I have better things to do
than watch a couple old queens

make dad jokes and sing show tunes.

Bitch needs to have her eyes checked.

As should you.

Those lashes look like drowned spiders.

So, what better things
were you up to that night?

Watching Housewives. At home.

Can anyone confirm that?

Mmm... My cats.

Did you or anyone ever try to buy
Prince Mary's from Mike?

Yes, my promoter, Tony,
made them an offer.

Why they turned it down
is a mystery to me.

I mean, I absolutely slay
every single night at this place.

I could've doubled their business
in one week,

but, you know, they're so stuck
in the past

with their whole old-school drag thing
that no one cares about.

[sighs]

I mean, who even is Jane Russell?

A bodacious icon of golden age Hollywood.
Next question.

Ugh! Whatever.

-[Liv sighs]
-See?

That's how time works.

The old thing fades away,

and the new thing takes over.

[sighs]

And, honey, I'm the new thing.

-[rock music playing]
-[crowd cheering]

See?

These kids love her.

And, yeah, we put a bid on the place.

A good bid.

They turned us down flat.

Any idea why?

Personal drama.

Which, as a businessman, pisses me off.

So, I figured it was a long shot.

The way the neighborhood's changed,
everyone wants this property.

Commercial, real estate,
corporate big boys.

It's tough.

[cheering continues]

[announcer] Let's hear it once again,
Prince Mary, for Bitchkraft!

Oh, bless you, Howard. I need this.

Ah!

So, what'd you think?

Yeah, I mean, it seemed lively?

Are you insane?

It's just cheap sensationalism.

What the kids want.

-Emptier, the better.
-[sighs]

I mean, look at that.

Every time she performs,
poor Carlo has to sweep the damn stage

for all the glitter and rhinestones
that fall off those cheap-ass looks.

Give me an evidence bag.

Wait here.

[Liv] Just as I thought. Look.

[Clive] Okay, what am I looking at?

[Liv] Workmanship, Clive.

You see those little holes on the back?

Hand-sewn rhinestone,

from the gown Mike was wearing
the night he died.

Drag is work.

Mike put in the work.

Now,

look at these.

Glue-on.

This is from the crime scene?

Correct. Not from Mike's dress,
which wouldn't fall off.

And this...

is from the crap
that fell off Bitchkraft's skirt,

also...

Glued-on rhinestones.

I say we find Bitchkraft and bring him in.

Sorry.

Have you been helped?

I saw that it was kind of slow
and I just sat myself.

[sighs] I needed this.

Rough day at work, Commander?

[chuckles]

I have a TV.

I've seen
the head of Fillmore Graves before.

They're all rough days.

I could use some company.

You have no idea
what a drag Fillmore Graves is.

Day in, day out, one thing after another.

And it never gets better.

And the hat. Ugh.

[chuckles softly]

I mean,

the temptation is always there.

I can get myself out of the city
if I wanted to, but...

You'd still be a zombie.

Yeah. I mean, nothing against zombies.

I just miss being alive.

There is a lot of stuff
that I really miss the taste of.

You know...

I might know someone
who might have access to a cure.

But it's expensive.

Like, really expensive.

That's not a problem.

I'd have to meet with the guy to check.

There's just one catch.

You'd have to take me with you.

Hardly seems like a catch.

My number's on the back.

[Major] So, she met with her guy.

Honestly, it creeps me out
that you can now fit a tracking device

inside a business card.

Yeah. Best thing about being
the head of a private mercenary force?

The toys.

I don't know...

This little trip into south Seattle
kinda sticks out to me.

Right. So, what now?

Recon?

That... That is the word, recon. Right?

Recon is indeed the word.

[mimics gunshots]

You were right.

This is a nice change of pace.

-Right?
-Let's go save some kids.

Eat up, Stephen.

Quietly.

[Enzo clears throat]

[Martin] Good news.

Riley and her team have made it out,
and they're on the train.

They should reach Vegas by tomorrow.

Excellent.

Now Graham has done his job,

we can finally be rid
of this tiresome boyfriend of his.

Looks that way.

Have Spud drive him somewhere remote

and then cut him loose.

Like, release him?

Sure. He doesn't know anything
they don't already know--

Sir, excuse me, but I'm afraid
you are losing your nerve.

You've already put this operation at risk
by letting your daughter stay alive,

and now you want to compound that risk
by releasing the hostage.

I'm worried.

It was your daughter
who has influenced you,

and not the other way around.

Fine.

Do what you feel is necessary.

Thank you, sir.

[men chattering indistinctly]

Okay, you got me. Yeah, I used glue
on rhinestones. Is that a crime?

Yes.

Or, no... In a legal sense.

Any idea how these could've ended up
in Mike's dressing room?

-His were sewn on.
-[scoffs] How pointless.

[inhales deeply] Yeah, I don't know.

But you admit you were there
the night Mike was killed?

Because you do appear

on the security camera footage.

[scoffs] Oh, come on.

That's not me.
That's clearly one of the Hags.

-The Hags?
-Yeah. My followers.

They're legion.
They have a whole Instagram page.

I mean,

the wig and stuff's pretty good,
but come on,

look at his legs.

I'm a willowy bitch, mmm,

this poor boy's got cankles.

Which, I mean, should at least
make him easy to find. [chuckles]

-Damn it.
-[gasps]

[Mike choking]

[gasps]

Ooh, is...

Is she on drugs?

I saw the killer. I mean, a wig.

It fell off during the murder.

What kind of wig?

Long, black, lustrous.

[both] Cher.

The singer?

-Straight, so clearly not Mermaids.
-Or Moonstruck.

None of the '80s Chers,
we can say that with certainty.

Possible bangs.

How long was the back?

I'm done with you.

Back to your cats.

[mouths] Okay.

Jenkins!

Find me all the Chers.

'90s Cher, no,
Believe era, yes, '70s, yes.

Not Cher.

[sighs]

Actually, when I was going through them,
I noticed something--

Jenkins, I'm working here.

Possible... No.

Okay, but the thing was,

when I was going through them all,
coming in and coming out,

there was one Cher that came in
but didn't come out.

Well, why didn't you say so?

I just did.

We know someone with a Cher outfit.

I wonder if it's an '80s dress
with sparkles?

'70s gown with sequins,
but right idea.

Jenkins, honey.

Way to work it.

[clears throat]

[Major sighs]

Well, abandoned warehouse
in the middle of nowhere.

Place does indeed look suspicious.

[Ravi] Mmm.

Oh!

And that guy does look like
a child smuggler.

So, we'll park the car
where they can't find it,

-then come around the back.
-[engine starting]

[Ravi panting]

Okay. So, what's the plan?

You stay here and
keep an eye on the entrance.

Text me if you see any more cars coming.

I'll go around, recon the front.

Well, why can't I do recon?

Because I'm a trained mercenary soldier,
and you're a medical examiner.

I only have one of these.

Wait, what if there's more guys?

There's no cars.

What if they hid them? Like we did?

Or took public transportation? Or--

I did show you this, right?

You're the lookout. Just...

Look out.

Yeah.

Maybe the lookout better have a look-see.

[muffled clanging]

-[banging]
-[muffled screaming]

[clanging continues]

[muffled screaming continues]

[automatic gunfire in distance]

[groans]

[panting]

[engine accelerating]

[groans]

[panting]

I've got the kids, they're in the back!

Nice work.

And you were right, there was another guy.

Bruv!

Oh! [groans]

[shouts] What?

Do you have any idea
how much those Freylich kids were worth?

-A lot.
-Correct, Einstein! Correct.

Did we at least see who did it?

-It was dark.
-Oh!

It was dark. My apologies,
I take it all back.

-Blaine!
-Marty!

Do we have any word
on that frozen wire transfer?

Yeah. Still frozen.

[Blaine]
Is there anything we can do?

Because my liquidity situation
is poised to swan dive into a toilet.

We could talk line of credit?

Yeah, just secure it with
one of your old shell company accounts.

I'm listening...

I know one of these is still flush.

-[keyboard clacking over phone]
-No, sorry, got my wires crossed.

What? It's not flush?

No. You're not a signatory
on the account anymore.

It's now a... Donald Eberhard.

Don Eberhard.

It's flush, you say?

Yeah. Payments every month
from Fillmore Graves.

-Some security outfit--
-[slams receiver]

Don mother-flippin' E.

He's still running brains
for Fillmore Graves.

[laughs]

I can't believe it.
I can't believe he had it in him.

I just...

I can't.

♪ Good times and bum times
I've seen them all and, my dear ♪

♪ But I'm here ♪

Now, the blue spot, Andre.

And then I'm gonna break

and do the joke bit
explaining Sondheim to the kids.

[Clive] Sorry to bother you,
we just have a few more questions.

Sure.

Just working the kinks
out of the new solo act.

So, turns out Bitchkraft wasn't at the bar
the night Mike died.

The rhinestones at the crime scene
weren't Mike's and weren't hers.

Okay.

Is that a question?

Question is,

how did they get there?

Well, let me tell you what I think.

I think you left the dressing room
that night with Mike's Cher outfit.

You put it on, returned in drag,

killed Mike, and went out the fire door.

And then you got your nails,
and your receipt, and your alibi.

Come on, there's Chers all over
the place around here, all the time.

Not the '70s off-shoulder gown version.

Remember the old act?

Mike was Cher, you were Charo?

You two were the same size, right?

Yes, but that's absurd.

-Why?
-See, that was my question. Why?

So we called around
some of the big real estate places.

It turns out Mike was in talks to sell
the bar to a developer

to build a parking lot.

Good price, it sounds like.

Oh, and the rhinestones,

I think you put them there

to point us at Bitchkraft.

That's just crazy.

Well, we'll find out when we get
the wig and gown checked for hair and DNA.

A parking lot.

He was gonna turn this place
that we built, for us,

into a big dumb hunk of cement

for money.

This is my home. My family.

I did what I had to do to defend it.
You must understand that.

Gary Schaeffer,

-you have the right to remain silent.
-God.

Who'd've thought the cops would pay
this much attention to a bunch of Chers?

We do the work, Mr. Schaeffer.

[handcuffs clicking]

[sighs] Whatever.

I may be going away, but at least
Prince Mary's isn't.

-Life goes on.
-[cell phone vibrates]

Or not.

Looks like he was killed
and dumped in the park.

Oh, a scout found him
when he wandered off on a hike.

Hope he got a good badge outta that.

Poor kid.

Any idea who he was?

Seems to match this kid,

Stephen Kinney.

Reported missing a few weeks back.

-Oh, my God.
-What?

What? You know the guy?

[bagpipes playing]

[Don E] Ah...

Everybody.

Hi. Hi. Hi.

Um...

I'm sorry for the delay.

Um, my lovely bride-to-be
is running a little late.

Or she realized who she was marrying
and she came to her senses.

[all laughing]

Okay, so just help yourselves
to the free booze and appies.

Enjoy.

[all cheering]

Hey, Socky, if Darcy's not here in five,

can you lead them
in some cheers or something?

-Right on.
-[laughs]

Hey, Blaine. Awesome cake, right?

Since we can't leave town for a honeymoon
in Paris or Las Vegas, we figured--

Listen, Don E,

we checked the hotel...

You should come with me.

We brought her here,

'cause, you know...

We didn't want the hotel
to find her and make a scene, but...

[bagpipes playing in distance]

Oh, babe.

[Don E sobs]

Our love was so strong.

But the Freylich's was stronger.

[Don E sniffles]

You know, we still have to deliver
her body to the client. But...

Take your time, man.

Take your time.

[country music playing]

Afternoon.

You sure you ladies have the right place?

I'm sure.

[guns cocking]

[all screaming]

[screaming stops]

[country music playing]

It's me.

It's done and we're in position.

Just let us know when
we can eat the brains

and switch the open sign back on.

Right.

[Ravi] Their appetites seem okay.

[Major] Actually, Graham,
that's good-looking soup.

Graham, I need to talk to you.

Who's this?

These are some kids
we rescued from their captors.

All, unfortunately,
suffering from Freylich's,

but doing okay for now.

-Ravi, you did it.
-Major helped.

I was gigolo bait. And I got shot.

-I drove getaway.
-Shot?

Are you okay?

Well, clearly, so nevermind.

Uh... Graham.

Excuse us.

[indistinct chatter]

Graham, uh...

Did you know
someone named Stephen Kinney?

Uh... Uh, who?

Stephen Kinney? I mean, maybe I...

Why do you ask?

They found his body in the park,
earlier today. He'd been shot.

[sobs]

I'm so sorry.

Did you know him well?

[Graham sniffles]

He was...

He was my boyfriend.

Oh, Liv, I am so sorry.

Sorry? Graham, I'm sorry.

I didn't know you had a boyfriend.

Because I didn't tell you.

I couldn't.

Why couldn't you?

Because...

They took him, and they said that...

If I didn't do what they asked,

they would kill him.

And I did it.

And they killed him anyway.

What did you do?

Graham? You need to tell me right now.

[shudders]

I brought Riley into the hub.

-She was one of them, and--
-Who's them?

I don't know.
Some kind of zombie extremist group.

I just saw them once,

this middle-aged guy, and a French guy
in a blue van, and they...

Oh, Liv...

Those women... Those women
who went out with Riley.

The, the... They...

They weren't sisters.

They were zombies.

What were they doing?
Where were they going?

I don't know. Vegas, I think.

That was supposed to be the end of it.

[sobbing] But they killed him anyway.

[computer chimes]

[video chat chiming]

[sighs] Hello, Liv.

Martin, what are you doing?

Liv, it's my hope that one day,

we can talk this all over
in different circumstances,

and I can explain--

Don't. I know about Riley.

What's she doing in Vegas?

We're bringing the fight to the enemy.

National Electronics Convention.

Riley's team takes over a brothel,
infects conventioneers,

who bring it home, and bingo.

Zombies are everywhere,
where we're meant to be,

and a new order begins.

Martin, that... That's crazy.

It only seems that way

because you're not looking at it
from the right perspective.

From my perspective,
it looks like mass murder.

I understand.

You're a good person,
and you suffer when others do.

It's not like I don't feel things.

But I know what's necessary,

and I do it.

And that's something
that I've seen in you.

It's not necessary. You know that.
You've seen it, staying with me,

we can all get along.

They think we're monsters.

If you don't see how that plays out,
you're just being naive.

[sobbing] I'm not naive.
I know that it's not easy. It takes work.

But, yeah, it's necessary, so I do it.

Dad...

I'm begging you.

-Don't do this.
-[sighs]

I know you're not this person.

And how do you know that?

Because I'm your daughter

and I would never have any part
of something like this.

Liv.

-Just give it time.
-Never. [sobs]

Sir, the Senator is calling again.

If we want the airport infrared down,
we need to let him know, now.

It's almost 5:00 his time.

Are the girls in position?

In a moment, Enzo.

The people who hate us? They're wrong.

We're not monsters,
so don't make them right.

Sir, what are you doing?

We have to let the Senator know.
If the system is not down,

the plan will fail.

Are the girls in position?

What do I tell him?

[gun cocks]

Sir!

I demand you tell me
if we are going or not.

It's 5:00, sir.

Tell me now, or--

Or what, Enzo?

Damn you.

[Liv gasps]

[gun cocks]

[sighs]

Enzo.

No struggle begins or ends
with a single move.

If this doesn't go,

we regroup and...

[groans]

[Liv] No!

[Enzo grunts]

[gasps]

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