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Sir, the contract allows for, and I quote,
"Minor artistically valid changes."

That's all this is. Diaphragm. Diaphragm.

Good girl.

I didn't even make changes.
I made a change, one minor change.

Everyone in the show
who had the AIDS virus

now has the zombie virus. That's it.

And I would like to think
an intelligent man

would appreciate the metaphor.

Look, Bub.
You're in New York. I'm in Seattle.

There's a militarized border wall

and 10,000 zombies
between you and my stage.

-Good luck stopping me.

♪ Look at that girl
strong as a ram ♪

♪ Look how she sings
with her diaphragm ♪

Uh, Nellie.

-Work called. I gotta go.

What? No.
We go on in two minutes.

I told you, Nellie,
matinees are gonna be tough with my job.

You deliver pizzas.

I'm sorry, Nellie. But... I've got actual rent to worry about.

We begin on Christmas Eve.

We live in New Seattle.

And since 10,000 humans
turned into zombies,

nothing's been the same.

♪ How can I find out who I am ♪

♪ When there's always
someone else inside my head? ♪

♪ To be or not to be ♪

♪ It don't apply to me ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm already dead ♪

♪ Dead ♪

♪ Why are there 25,600 zombies? ♪

♪ Now there are 25,000 zombies ♪

♪ To love ♪

Bravo!

Whoo!

Well done, honey!

I'm sorry for your loss.

Let me walk you through
our survivor benefits.

-We provide each family--

Uh...

A dog?

I thought Denny was a person.
Your husband.

Ex-husband.

Before he died in the bus crash,
we had a fight at the house.

And when Denny stomped off,
he took Ajax with him.

This was just two days
before the crash

so I thought maybe...

There was no dog at the scene.

Well... My son's five.

He just lost his dad.

Now I get to tell him
he lost his dog, too?

Dude, can you shut that off?

It's for the documentary. I know what it's for.

Mama wanted us to show the world

-how humans and zombies can work together.
-...work together.

Yeah, I know. I was there.
I know her reasons.

And if Fillmore Graves finds that footage,

then humans and zombies
will work together to execute all of us.

You shouldn't have brought her here.

I just want to help.

-She's a cop, you know.

-You've got to be kidding me.
-I'm a medical examiner.

For the police.

We met. At the laundromat.

She was trying to get a sick kid
out of Seattle for a surgery.

See? She's on our side.

Two weeks later,
Mama gets captured by Fillmore Graves.

-I'm out of here, man.
-Don't you think if I wanted

you all captured,
I would've called for backup by now?

You'd all be handcuffed.

What are you even suggesting?

What can you do for us?

I can take Mama's place.

I'm willing to do the scratching.

"Take Mama's place."

I'm willing to stand in
for a zombie whose head got flattened.

And you're acting like that's nothing.

Scratching's the easy part.

Levon could scratch people.

Do you know how to make
fake zombie ID cards

for the brain rations?

New zombies gotta eat.

You know, Mama had a guy,

but since that guy
watched her skull get crushed,

he's not answering his cell.

But maybe you got a guy.

Mama didn't just scratch.

She knew people.

Smugglers.

Money people. Border patrol agents.

It was a network.

And after what Chase Graves did to Mama,

this is all that's left.

You can't save the Railroad.

Mama was the Railroad.

Hey, you need any help
on the Schmidt case?

Nah, I just closed it. The neighbor.

Never a murder when you want one, huh?

I'd take anything.

Second-degree murder. Manslaughter.

A suicide that doesn't quite add up.

-Dull.

You learned how to be
a detective on the streets, am I right?

No, no. Not at all.

-Mmm-mmm.

Everything I know,
I learned from... L.A. Confidential.

Is that a podcast?

Oh, God. How old am I?

L.A. Confidential,
all-time great cop movie!

1997, Curtis Hanson, RIP.

You wanna watch it with me?
My place?

Yeah.

-Let's do it.
-Great.

Liver appears normal.

Yeah, same for her spleen.

I don't expect we'll find
anything all that interesting

with these bus crash victims.

-I'm fine.

I'm... I'm not fine.

I barely knew Mama Leone,

and I can't get the image
of her at the guillotine,

with her brains spraying out
everywhere, out of my head.

-People in the front row covered in--
-Really, Ravi. I'm fine.

Hey, guys.

-Liv, I need a favor.
-I'll do it.

You might want to hear what it is first.

Are these the bus crash victims?

-Yeah.
-Great.

So, one of the victims
stole a dog from his ex-wife.

She's in desperate need to get it back.

But the only person who knows
where the dog is now

is the ex-husband, who's dead,

and... somewhere in this.

You want me to eat his brain
and see if I get a vision of the dog?

I know this is a big ask.
But you know what my job is.

People come to me
on the worst day of their lives,

and I tell them that the city of New
Seattle is very sorry, but...

So this dog...

I just need a win.

There's a little boy who misses him.

So, let's find a dog.

Thank you.

His name's Denny Minnis.

Mmm.

Mmm-mmm.

Denny Minnis was a heroin addict.

If Liv eats his brain,

she'll end up jonesing for a week.

I'm not sending you into that hell.

-Yeah.

Thanks anyway,
but I better get back to work

before the city falls into ruin.

Thanks.

I am hungry.

Any bus brains
that won't have me chasing the dragon?

Mmm. Let's see.

Perfection.

Mmm!

Yum. What have you got there?

My greatest role.

Table 12 says
his prefrontal cortex lacks sapidity.

Dude, scram, before you tank
our "A" sanitation rating.

Who's this?

I caught homes dumpster-diving out back

and then he followed me in here
like a stray cat.

Please, I'm starving, okay?
You've got so much.

Do you have
your zombie ID card?

Yeah.

That'll get you brain rations.
Eat those.

You wouldn't have cared for it.
It lacked sapidity.

What would one wicked,
wanton wonton stuffed with balls of brains

brined and braised harm the Almighty?

Deep.

Okay.

Were you hoping to meet your maker soon,

or, uh, would you like
to show yourself out?

Great. The churchies have found us.

-There goes the neighborhood.

Oh, yeah, Swedish.
Plenty of hot rocks.

And have the peeler get in there,
I want to be flayed alive. Thanks.

Know what I'm doing tomorrow?

Taking a super

This week, in all of New Seattle,

no one got murdered.

So I'm off to the spa
for a Me-Day.

Aww, a "Me

I choose to ignore your tone.

No, no, it's cool. I'd come with,

but I'll be subduing terrorists,

or dodging Molotov cocktails.
You know, stuff that men do.

Please. I've seen
your, uh, skin-care collection.

Have some of this.

Oh, my God. That is fantastic.

What is this, strawberry cream cheese?

Actually, it's pulverized human brains.

Oh, God. My monthlies.

Is there any white showing yet?

No, but you do seem emotional.

Hey, make that face you made
when you realized you were eating brains.

I want to send a pic
to Liv and Peyton.

Peyton...

♪ For there's no one at work ♪

♪ I'd rather see
than the most splendiferous ♪

♪ His beard is most vigorous
Dr. Ravi ♪

Good morning!

You ready for the sexual
harassment seminar?

Three dead, seven wounded,
countless questions.

Back to you, Sharon.

Hey, Mark, you know what else
Sharon's been sharin'?

Oh, hot damn.

Oh, what I used to do to her.
Peabody-worthy.

Johnny, we're still live.

Oh, God, I'd like to make her brains for
breakfast. You know what I mean?

Wave the wand
in her chamber of secrets?

Put a white streak in her hair.

Oh, God, someone tell him
we're still live!

Hey, any of you
ever motorboat Sharon?

Johnny!
-You should. 'Cause it's just--

Who remembers where they were
when they saw this?

Pretty sure it was Seattle.

Well, that's why I'm here today.

Sexual harassment is no joke.

Take it from someone
with 100 hours of court-ordered

community service to show for it.

Kinds of behavior considered harassment... Sexual jokes. Inappropriate touching.

Spreading rumors
about a coworker's sex life.

Now, who can tell me
whether the Seattle Police Department

allows romantic relationships
in the workplace?

Yes, you. The foxy lieutenant.

It's allowed. You just have to
fill out the paperwork.

Oh, all right.

Did anyone go through that process?

Detective Babineaux!

Why don't you walk us
through the protocol, hmm?

You, uh...

Oh, stand up.
Stand up so we can all see you.

Project.

You fill out the forms.

Which forms exactly?

You go to Diana, in HR,
on the fifth floor. You tell her about--

♪ Go to Diana in HR ♪

♪ And tell her
how you feel... ♪

She gives you a waiver for legal

and an official declaration form.

♪ Once you declare
what's in your heart ♪

♪ It means your love is real ♪

Now who is brave enough to act

against a card-carrying
member of AFTRA?

SAG

Anyone else?

Anyone? Oh, fine.

This scenario will model
how to handle--

♪ Why fly so high? ♪

♪ Whilst eating apples ♪

Miss Moore, aptly, will be playing
the part of Inappropriate Sue.

What a to do to die today
at a minute or two to two.

A distinctly difficult thing
to say but harder still to do.

Stop. Stop it.

Now watch how
my character handles

Sue's inappropriate behavior.

-All right, if you're ready--

Nice. Tight.

Like Inappropriate Sue prefers 'em.

I'm on page six--

Tall drink of water
like you shouldn't need to read.

Let's just feel our way through it.

I call this game "Chicken."

I'm not comfortable with this.

There. That was a real moment.

Give me that again, from the top.

What--

Nice. Tight.

Wait. No, we're not doing this.

I like your lips.

I like the shape they make
when you say no.

Hey, you stop it.
You stop touching me!

Yes. Mean it! Say no!

No! I mean it!

Scene!

That's good.

Here.

Man, you do need that spa.

No.

I, uh... I ate the brain
of a heroin addict.

I better hide my china white.

You got some?

Bucket, bucket, bucket.

No, it passed.

And you're doing this why?

To help a friend in need. Ravi, she specifically said
not to do this.

"She"?

Ah! This is
an "Impress Peyton" thing.

-Why did Peyton--
Ravi?

-Have your roommate make sure

you don't do anything dumb.

In fact, give him your wallet.

This seems like a bad idea.

I'm fine.

I'm better since I barfed.

Wait, you're just gonna
leave him here?

Well, this is where he lives.

Unless you and your sandwich
have more important plans?

Where are you off to?

I'll be saving the world.

-They're gonna die in there.
-I'm aware of that.

We gotta do something.

Like what?

Good. You're all here.

-Because the show must go on.

People are dying out there
beyond the wall,

but we have a chance
to save them.

And by saving them, we have the chance

to improve human-zombie relations.

That means more brains
and fewer starving zombies.

It's what Mama Leone wanted,
and it's what I want.

Lady...

We're kind of in the middle of
something right now. Okay?

Yeah. Uh...

Yesterday, we sent word
that the Underground Railroad's closed.

One of our coyotes
didn't get the message in time. He shipped five humans in
by sea.

They're in a shipping crate
at a shipyard

and we've lost our means
for getting them out.

Two of Mama's people
drive a cargo truck.

Their job takes 'em to the shipyard.

Our trucker friends
smuggle people into the city, but...

After what happened to Mama...

Our trucker friends bailed.

And the five humans?

Trapped.

They'll die in there unless we save them.

Security on the marina is tight.

There's gates. Cameras.

Guards everywhere,
ordered to shoot on sight.

It's a suicide mission.

And what would Mama have done?

Mama knew the risks.

She kept doing what she did.

What we do, right now,
determines whether she died in vain.

I say, hell no, she didn't.

We save these people
or we die trying.

Are we good
or do we need that in a wide?

So, how are you holding up?

Okay. Give me your line again.

So, how are you holding up?

There's no time to be tired.

That was good.

Your friends aren't wrong, you know.

If this footage ends up
in the wrong hands,

everyone on it could get executed.

You could get executed.

Oh, my God, you're right.
What the hell am I thinking?

Okay... Why are you doing this?

Uh...

Can you say "Academy Award"?

Okay. Um...

It's what I do. I'm a filmmaker.

So when a friend of mine
got trapped outside the wall,

and Mama Leone...

Got him back to his family,
I asked Mama if I could--

I know how to pull this off.

Get everyone here by 4:00 p.m.

I need to go get props and costumes.

You're here. Thank God.

Yeah, I'm here
and I'm having a heart attack.

An SOS text
at 2:00 in the morning

I've got work, and Ravi can't be alone.

-He already got into the medicine cabinet.

I had to pry a bottle of
cough syrup away from him.

He bit me.

I think he stole
my only other work uniform

but won't tell me where he put it.

He offered to "pleasure me"
for my car keys.

Yeah, I think he was kidding,

but I'm only 60% sure.

I'm lost. What's wrong with Ravi?

He ate some junkie's brain.

I thought he did it for you.

He did?

Hey, it's me.

You okay?

This was a really
sweet gesture, but heroin brain...

Ravi?

Stupid junkie.

What?

Heroin.

I would like... some heroin.

All right. Far be it from me to,

you know, care,
but that's a really bad drug.

-Are you sure you--
-I saved your life!

The least you can do is go out
and get me some smack!

You got it.

Blaine!

So, you're a heroin addict now? Oh, like you're such a saint.

No judgment.

-Well, I've just started.

I've always been curious.

God, it's freezing in here.

-Look who's here.
-Oh, thank God.

I got here as fast as I could.

Not you. You got the stuff?

Eat it. This has gone way too far.

I'm fine, I'll be fine.

Ravi.

I can... I can do this.

Just... Just take me home.

Are you sure?

With you... I'm sure.

But if I could just get
a little bit of heroin...

I could go on the stakeout, too,

extra pair of eyes.

Read a book, Babineaux.

Just enjoy your downtime.

-Oh, hey, uh, Michelle...
-No, I'm busy.

Please. You deserve an explanation.

I think I'm pretty clear on everything.

-So, go then.

Oh.

So, Lieutenant Bozzio and I...

Let's go in here.

Okay. So yeah, I know
how that must've looked.

That you were planning on cheating on
your live

Yeah, like that.

Lieutenant Bozzio and I are
in an open relationship.

We weren't always,
but once she became a zombie...

You know,
zombies and humans can't...

I love Dale.

That's where I was out of line,
I should've led with my deal first,

but to be honest,

I don't know how to bring it up.

I haven't even played the field yet.

Or whatever.

This is awkward. Anyway,

I'm sorry.

All right.

-Yeah, we're good.

Don't take that the wrong way.

All the best,
but that's not my scene.

I'm looking for something real.

Yeah, of course. I get it.

I hope you find it.

Oh, I will.

Good luck, Clive.

-Eat the tube.
-No.

-Here.
-No, I'm fine. I'm fine.

So I'm getting very familiar
with, um, dog-movie cliches now.

What, like, "Timmy's in the well"?

That's the classic.

And then there's this one.

Dogs are always trying to
get home to their owners,

and somehow they always manage
to hop on trains, just like--

A vision!

Come on, baby. Find that dog.

I saw the dog.
I know where he is.

Okay.

-Hey.
-Hey.

We're here. What's the plan?

Uh...

"Cast list."

Find your roles.

If it's a smaller part
than you'd hoped, I don't care.

There are no small parts, people.

Where'd you get this?

"Lillywhite."

We don't touch the costumes
until we've become the characters.

Your lines are highlighted.

There's a character description at the top

to help you get your bearings.

"Bald, ethnic, street tough.
Think Pitbull."

Pitbull. Argh!

This

Look, I'm not risking my life
for some theater class bull--

Cops! Get down!

Lesson number one...

If you believe it,
the audience believes it.

You have heard of the boy
that cried wolf, right?

Since the day
that you joined Mama's network,

you've been acting. Now, have a seat.

Who are my cops?

Okay.

Who're you playing?

An amazing role, thank you for asking.

She has many layers to her

and a very difficult accent,

because we challenge
the audience

when we challenge ourselves.

"Fade in. Exterior, a lonely road.

A meteor streaks across the sky.

An unmarked police car
flashes its cherry top,

pulls over a semi.

A policeman emerges. He taps the semi's window."

Oh, uh, uh...

"License and registration."

Um... "Baron pulls out a gun..."

"Get out of the truck."

Wait, we're jacking a truck?

Not anymore, we're not.

-I thought the plan was--
-Yeah, that was the plan,

and then I saw this.

Excuse me?

"Get out of the truck."

It was my first time, man.

"Watch out, Fillmore Graves.
I'm pointing my finger at you."

-Whoa!

Yes! Now gimme the line.

"Get out of the truck!"

Where's my second hijacker?

"Do what we say...

Do what we say
and you won't get--"

"Get on your knees, fool!"

Baron is blowing you off
the stage right now, Stan,

and you're just letting it happen!

He's going off-script.

Screw the lines!
Just get the meaning across.

Yeah.

You sons of bitches
better give us your keys, or your brains are zombie paste!

I like it.

Okay. Uh-uh!

"Baron and Stan drive away in
their stolen big rig," yada, yada, yada.

Here we go. Scene three.

The UFreightEze truck
rolls up to the shipyard gate.

A guard approaches. Suki hands him a manifest.

You're not the usual guy.

Yeah. Well, he's down with that bug
that's been going around, so...

Hmm. Shut off your engine.

Say what?

Protocol says I need
advance warning of a driver change.

I gotta call this in,
so you're gonna shut off your engine.

Hey!

What, you hate women?

Lady, protocol says--

Kiss my ass
with your friggin' protocol. Okay?

"Is there anything wrong
with my truck?"

Is there anything wrong with my truck?

Anything wrong with my manifest?

No.

"I gotta get home to my wife, man."

I gotta get home to my wife, man.

"She punishes me
when I've been bad."

She punishes--

-Screw you.
-Here.

Bay three.

Freakin' patriarchy!

Nice ad lib.

Hey, fellas. How's it hanging?

You're ready to load us up?

Ugh! Take your time.

My wife's on the warpath.

The longer I'm away from home,
the better.

I'm sorry to bother you.

Can I use your phone?

I was out on a date with this guy,

and he pulled over
into a car park, and he wanted me to...

Oh, gosh, um... I'd like to help you

but we're kinda not allowed to let--

He threw me out of the car
when I wouldn't--

And I don't know where I am,
I have no reception,

it's past curfew.

Maybe just for a second.

Why don't I ever date
nice guys?

Yeah, the...

The phone's right there.

I just need to call my girlfriend.

She works at the mayor's
office, so she can be out whenever.

Peyton, it's me.

Sorry to call so late.

I need a ride.

Tonight's been a bloody 'mare.

I'm at the marina.

Good job.

I'm still lookin'.

Thanks.

The sooner the better.

-Jerry!
-Yo!

You get next week's shifts yet?

Not yet.

-No.

One more guess.

Then it's gotta be New Zealand.

You're a real GC, aren't you?

You know, a lot of people
from the States

have never even heard of us.

Are you kidding?

They shot Lord Of The Rings there!

Sorry, one sec.

I... I was in it.

Get out!

Are you a fan

Is the Witch

He sure is.

This is amazing. I'm freaking out.

-Uh, a small part.

Just blink and you miss it.

I said that I've seen

the movie a thousand times in Elvish.

So, trust me, I'll remember.
Who were you?

Elves have a word for "movie"?

I use the word for "story," but--
So, who were you?

An elf.

I knew it. I love the elves.

With Galadriel

Are you in the Battle of Pelennor Fields?

What's that?

-No. Came in last week.

Jerry got one.

Come on, lemme hear.

I'm warning you. I'm awful.

-One sentence.
-Okay, you asked for it.

Hey, fellers. I'm an American.

I've never had a passport,
and watery beer is the best.

Wow, you are so bad
at an American accent.

I should get back to work.

Do you, uh...
Wanna see something?

Uh...

My grandfather's flask.

Up for some shots?

We're just being crazy.

Cheers!

Let's get you home.

You're all set.

Too damn fast if you ask me.

All right. You have a good one, now.

And what the hell does Andy Serkis have to
do to get an Oscar?

Um, I can read palms.
Do you want a reading?

Yeah.

I see...

A career change.

A promotion?

Um... What does it say about, uh, love?

I gotta...

I gotta get that.

Yeah.

Uh... What?

She'll be here.

So will half of Seattle.

Those offices open up in an hour.

We need to get these people underground.

The sick ones need their z-scratch.

I can do it. No.

Your girl talked big.

I want to see
if she's got stones to match.

We're about to find out.

Sorry I'm late.
I thought I was being followed.

You sure you lost them?

I wouldn't be here if I weren't sure.

Let's do this.

Showtime.

If I film this,

that's you on tape
committing a capital offense.

Okay.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Thank you.

Bless you.

We gotta get out of here.

Well, we'd miss the best part.

Mommy!

Nice work, Renegade.

-Come on in.

Ajax!

Thank you.

Hey.

Hey.

Well, here for Air Bud 3, are we?

All better?

Yeah, getting there.

What can I say, Pops?
I'm riding high.

Romero's is booked solid.

The Post is rakin' it in
every night.

We've got a Scrooge McDuck room

where I just roll around
on freshly laundered cash.

Any zombie who's anyone
in this town kisses my ass.

-They just pucker up and...

Yeah?

Just tell them that--

Fine, I'm coming.

Man, I wish
you could see my new whip.

I love you.

Mean it.

Ciao.

You know this thing's
got turbo boosts, like, in video games?

We have to swing by Romero's.

Apparently,
there's a bunch of undesirables

having a sit-down strike
in our dining room.

Sir, I'm sorry,
we tried everything. They won't leave.

Raise your hand if you can
afford to eat here.

Not a shock.

Guys, there's a soup kitchen
with your name on it.

Vamonos.

You heard the man! Shoo!

Skedaddle!

Chop chop!

Folks...

I really don't want to
have to shoot anybody in the face today.

That's my son.

Just look at you.

You've done well.

And Blaine's worked for it.
My boy's got grit.

Nothing keeps us McDonoughs down!

Not even a block of cement.

The well gives shape to the water.

The water gives life to the well.

Like the bubble, I am born to rise.

So we rise.

Yeah, that's not creepy.

What do you want?

In the dark, my one solace

was when the watery skies
would open and I would be fed.

Brain-drops falling on my head.

And now I'd like you

to perform the very same
sacrament for my flock.

We will come here once a week,
and you will feed us.

And will my brothers
and sisters be paying?

Son. You don't pay
for family dinner.

Mondays. Lunch.

Make it a standing reservation.

Your weekly gift to the poor.

Yay, me.

Son...

I forgive you.

You forgive me?

You forgive me?

I will kill you. You hear me?

I will kill you!

I will make it hurt.

So you keep smiling.

You keep smiling,
you child-abusing son of a bitch.

It's one meal a week.

The Lord will shine His light on you.

Dino got him out.

He's the only one who knew.
Find him and deal with him.

Yeah, you don't have to ask me twice.

What about these guys?

Serve 'em the cheap stuff. -Hey.

Yeah.

E-mails, letters, recorded phone calls

from people who want a ride
on our Underground Railroad.

Mama always handled them. So...

There's about 300 candidates on there.

How many can we help?

Right now? Pick three.

Take your time.

You got this.

A baby with spina bifida.

A young man with Lou Gehrig's.

A grandmother
with the first signs of Alzheimer's.

Every person here needs us.
They all deserve help.

And I decide who lives,
and whose story ends.

I wanted to help the living.

I wanted in.

Well... I'm in it now.