All language subtitles for iZombie s05e10_English

[Liv]
Previously oniZombie...

This matchmaker told me
that she knew a girl
who'd be perfect for me,

I thought maybe you were
that girl.

See, I don't have
no fair amount
of chances here.

I got fired.

That last batch
was perfection.

[sniffing]

Match the right chemicals
with the right brain parts,
anything can happen.

[reporter] Two feral zombies
went on a rampage,
viciously attacking...

No.

The chief cook of Mr. Boss'
Utopium empire lives
right there.

[Rita] The father
of all zombie kind.

[Ravi] Is Liv's dad.

-[woman screaming]
-After this,

our current policy
of containment may
no longer be viable.

I need response plans
from each of you

so that we can consider--

What's there to consider?

Are you seeing this?

We need to turn that city
into a parking lot.

Put in your plan, General.

Now, let's take
the next 48 hours
to consider options

and then reconvene
for a final vote.

[man] We need to do something.
[man 2] Someone call
the President.

Oh, my God.

Yeah.

And it would have been
a lot worse if Major
hadn't been there.

Uh, Liv,
there's something else.

More than this?

You know how we've been
looking for Beanpole Bob?

We found him.

Well, that's good, isn't it?

Liv?

So does the name Beanpole Bob
mean anything to you?

Drug chemist for Mr. Boss.
The Da Vinci of Utopium.

And according to Ravi,
he's you.

Yes, that was me.

I was experimenting.
Then one thing led to another,

and behold, Utopium.

You invented Utopium?

Did you make the batch
that ended up at
the Max Rager boat party?

I'm sorry.

I should've told you.

Should've told me that
you were responsible for
turning me into a zombie!

That you were responsible
for the very existence
of zombies. You think?

Just please tell me
you still have the formula.

What?

Why do you want that?

Ravi developed a cure,
but the Utopium from that
batch is a key component.

Liv.

I was high 24/7 back then.

It's all a blur.
I wish I could.

-Great.
-[cell phone vibrates]

Got it.

Now I've got a body.

Thanks for nothing, Bob.

[opening theme music playing]

I can't believe
I trusted a junkie.

-What was I thinking?
-It's not your fault.

Believing in people
isn't a character flaw.

Duplicity on the other hand...

Seriously, guys,
you're killing me.

Just doing our job, Don E.

You have no idea
how hard it is

to run a successful
small business in
a zombie economy.

I just rebranded.

Now that there's cops
crawling all over the place,
no one's buying.

Do you have to make everything
so murder scene-y?

It is a murder scene.

[sighs]

Oh!

So this is where
the magic happens?

Ravi's first time
in a brothel.
Message received.

Room belongs to
a "Bunny La Fonda,"
real name unknown.

According to Candy,
the victim asked for her
specifically,

but no one has seen her
for over an hour.

We put out an APB,
no hits so far.

Body was found by a waitress,
human named Jane Harland.

They took her to the kitchen
to get her things,

then they'll bring her in
for questioning.

Who's the victim?

[sighs] Frank Chisel.

Private investigator,
and a colossal pain
in the ass.

It's so noir.

Clive, you'll be
the perpetually annoyed cop

who's a thorn in Liv's side...

Not much of a stretch, really.

And I'll be the faithful
assistant, loyal to a fault,

but forever destined
to be taken for granted.

Also, not much of a stretch.

Careful what you wish for.

[trumpet playing noir music]

[thunder rumbling]

Have a seat, Ms. Harland.

This is our Medical Examiner,
Liv Moore.

It's so dark in here.

We are sorry, bulb blew.

Power went out from the storm.

Rain's coming down harder
than spent slugs.

Yup.

You told Officer Jenkins

that you were bringing
a drink order to
Bunny La Fonda's room

when you found the body,
correct?

-[sniffles]
-Who ordered the hooch,
Bunny or the john?

Bunny did.

So the bandage on your finger,
what happened?

When I saw the body,
I dropped a glass
and cut myself.

[tearfully]
But, I swear, I didn't have
anything to do with it.

[Clive] That's all right.

We'll just need a blood sample
to test against the blood
found on the scene.

What about Bunny La Fonda?
You know her real name?

Friends or family?

I haven't worked there
that long.

Do you think Bunny...

did that to him?

[crying]

Wipe your tears, kid.

In this town there'll be
plenty more
where they came from.

[thunder rumbling]

Still nothing on
Bunny La Fonda's real name

or current whereabouts.

Sounds like she's going for
the clean sneak.

So would I if I had
just buried an ice pick
in a man's skull.

There's a million stories
in the zombie city.

Dollars to donuts, this one
ends with us sending Bunny
to the big house.

[phone ringing]

Babineaux.

[Clive] We'll be right there.

Bunny's dead.

Make that a million and one.

Ice pick? [sighs]

Same as Chisel.

[Clive] The freezer
thermometer logs
fluctuations in temperature.

The kitchen closed at 9:00
last night,

but the freezer door
was open for a few minutes
around 11:00.

That's long enough
to drag a body inside.

That means Bunny was
likely killed about an hour
before Chisel died.

And an hour before Jane said
Bunny ordered those drinks.

Jane Harland lied to us.

Poured us a tall glass
of crocodile tears
and we dipped our bills.

I sent a couple of unis
to her address, but--

She's in the wind.

And Bunny ain't talking.

Corpses are funny that way.

Uh,

there's a lot we can
deduce from a body.

That's literally our job.

My job is piecing together
who popped this pro-skirt
and why.

Yeah, mine too.

Mmm, I also aim to help
solve murders.

What are you up to, Jane?

What's your connection
with Bunny and Chisel?

What kind of flim-flam
are you mixed up in

that you had to put them both
to sleep last night?

Tag her and bag her, Doc.

You know, I was kidding about
the whole "taken for granted
assistant" thing.

[sighs] Oh, babe,
I'm so sorry.

Did you know her that well?

Not really, but you know.

Why the long face, Don E?

Bunny got killed.

Oh, Bunny.

She was so skilled.

Right?

It's just such a hassle
right now.

A hassle?

Just not a huge hassle,
we'll just replace her.

But we're rebranding
and launching karaoke night.

Dude, that's
the rainy day fund.

You been out there, Don E?

It is a rainy day.

Damn! [sighs] Bunny.

Do we know who done it?

The cops are asking
a lot of questions
about Jane Harland.

The waitress.
She's their suspect?

-Mmm-hmm.
-Huh!

Didn't see that coming.

[Liv] You never do.

You got lost
in that innocent face
and those big shining eyes

pleading for you
to be her white knight,

and lift her out of
her nightmare.

And before you know it
she slipped an ice pick
in your spine.

Casual as putting a pen back
in the holder at the bank.

Wait, where are you going?
Darce?

[door closes]

What's her problem?

That dame's got you dizzy,
Don E.

That's what dames do.

But I'll tell you something,

they can't break your heart...

if you never let them near it
in the first place.

[footsteps receding]

It's 8:00 in the morning.

[Ravi] Bunny La Fonda,
mid 20s, 5'4", 110 pounds.

Time of death,
about 11:00 p.m.

[clears throat]

[in deep, raspy voice] It was
a hard rain that night.

The kind that turns street
into rivers.

It rained so hard,

the house cats almost felt bad
for the rats in the alley.

Hmm, almost.

Is this a bad time?

Uh, Liv's not here
at the moment.

That's probably for the best.

I assume she mentioned my...

history with Utopium?

It came up.

She told me about your cure.

I'm sorry I can't remember
what went into the batch

that ended up
at that boat party.

But between what you know...

and whatever I can remember,

maybe we can try...

and piece it back together.

I wanted to write a symphony.

A crescendo of MDA,

mephedrone, psilocybin,
2C-B...

-2C-B?
-It's easy to miss it
if you're not looking for it.

-[sighs]
-So how do you develop
a cure

without knowing exactly
how the initial chemical
reaction was catalyzed?

I was injecting my test rats
with concentrated Max Rager.

Their prefrontal cortex's
lit up.

Really? Max Rager?

They took that off
the market though,
didn't they?

They did. Uh, Fillmore-Graves
bought the company.

They still have a stockpile,
and...

You know, I know a guy
who works there.

Lucky for you.

Indeed.

[indistinct chatter]

All I'm saying is,
your father was
pretty helpful.

I learned a lot about
reworking the cure.

Could be he's working
an angle.

Uh, I suppose,

but you worked hard to build
a relationship with Martin,

are you sure
you're ready to...
give up?

Just think about it.

Or you could not
think about it,

and take a vacation
to a little place called...
Margaritaville.

Who's in?

Oh, come on.

I packed up my office today,
my entire career,

all that work,
all that effort,

they fit into one file box.

Look, I need to blow off
some steam like we used to
in college after finals.

Sorry, sister,
I got a double murderer
to track down.

Fine, more margs for me.

How hard can it be?

They're dying kids.

That has to be one of
the top five easiest types
of kidnapping.

Not when they know
their Freylich brains
are zombie cures.

Some of them are
taking precautions.

So up your game.

Get more guns, more guys.

Get one of those net traps
that the Ewoks used.

We're all closed up,
anything else?

Ma'am.

-Who's your friend?
-None of your business.

Speaking of business,

go get what you need,
get back over the wall
and nab me some more kids.

I've got work to finish.
All of you, out.

-[Bubba] After you.
-[Candy chuckles]

Hi, I'm Candy.

[door opens]

Why, Jane Harland.

What brings you by
at this hour?

That's my business.

Which makes it none of yours.

-Cute gun.
-You think I won't use it?

I'm pretty sure you will.

You killed two people already,
what's one more?

What I can't help
but wonder though is...

why return to the scene
of your crimes?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Well, yeah,
that's why I asked.

Just tell me why
you killed them.

The PI, whatever,

but why'd you have to do
Bunny like that?

Let's say
I saw an opportunity.

Sure. Been there.

[grunting]

Hmm, that's better.

Now, let's try this again.

What are you doing here?

[grunts]

What'd you do that for?

It's always the pretty ones.

Yeah.

Well, I guess
I'm glad you came back.

Who are you, Jane?

And what are you up to?

We have anything around here
to crack open a skull?

Still no word from
the joint chiefs?

No. Last time I checked
they're formulating
a response,

they'll notify us, etcetera.

Great.

Please tell me this has
nothing to do with
zombie rampages or--

Just boring stuff.

Yeah. Okay, bring it on.

A few of our security scanners
haven't been logging
key card ID's properly.

Possible we might need
an upgrade.

With any luck we'll get
the bugs worked out of
the key card system

right before they bomb us
back to the Stone Age.

[Clive sighs]

What are you doing back here?
It's nine o'clock.

Go home. Get some sleep.

I'll sleep when I'm dead.

You're already dead.

We're all already dead, Clive.
We just don't know it yet.

Cool.

Well, I've got
Jane's apartment staked out,

we're talking to anyone who
might know where she's hiding,

and there's nothing more
that we can do tonight.

Except search Chisel's office.

It might tell us why he was
looking for Bunny,

or what Jane had to do
with either of them.

That's why I filed
for a warrant.

Always by the book, Babineaux.
You clear many cases that way?

Uh, almost all of them,
as you know.

In my book
"almost" doesn't cut it.

We're not talking about
your book.

We'll pick it
back up tomorrow,

by the book, my book.

Understand?

Who understands
this crazy world?

Good. I'll see you
in the morning.

He's right.

The smart thing to do
is go home and wait
for the warrant.

[thunder rumbling]

But no one ever accused me
of being all that smart.

[glass breaking]

Looking for this?

The classic lamp-reveal.

You set this up just for me?

The only way I'd do anything
for you is in your dreams,
blondie.

Does that mean that you're
not gonna share whatever
you found in that book?

All that's in here is
Chisel's client list.

What's that to you?

Color me curious what
sort of trouble Bunny'd
got her self into.

-She was a valued employee.
-She was a hooker.

Who brought such joy
to so many. What's more
valuable than that?

I'm guessing to you,
just about anything else.

Freeze! Get your hands up!

Ms. Moore?

Keep your bracelets
on your belts, kids.

This is a dead man's office,

I'm sure he wouldn't mind us
having a look around.

[clicks tongue]
To be continued.

I'm counting on it.

You should...

probably go, too.

Sorry.

Thought everyone had
gone home for the night.

Almost. Don't mind me.

You new here?

-Newish.
-Hmm.

-Crawford.
-Major. Nice to meet you.

Well, I'm off.
Don't work too hard.

[Crawford laughs]

Why do you have two key cards?

What?

One on your cart,
and one on your belt?

I only get one
and I run the place.

Uh... [stammers]

-Something wrong?
-No.

You didn't sell that
so well, Crawford.

You better come with me.

[chuckles nervously]
What? Why?

Because I asked you
a simple question and
you broke out a cold sweat.

[breathing heavily]

I'd just like you to come
with me and answer
a few questions.

[breathing heavily]

[groans]

You broke into Chisel's office
after I explicitly told you
not to?

No one would've been wise
if Blaine hadn't shown up.

What was he up to?
That's the real question.

Well, did you get an answer?

The same usual
smarmy evasiveness.

So that's no answer.

You're doing a lot of
hand wringing over
diddly-squat, Lieutenant.

My hands have
a right to be wrung.

You committed
multiple felonies
while I was asleep.

Son of a bitch! His hands!

Blaine was doing
the same thing Jane was.

Yeah, I remember.

You sure it was exactly
the same thing?

Sure as eggs is eggs.

That's what was different.

Blaine's eaten
Jane Harland's brain.

Tough to do
without killing her.

Okay.

Let's bring him in.

[Clive] You can't smoke
in here.

What are you gonna do?
Arrest me for smoking?

Yes.

We go by the book around here.

Of course you do.
So what's the charge
this time?

The murder of Jane Harland.

Jane was murdered?

Cut the act, you grifter.
You're not fooling anyone.

That'd be a first.

Why would I murder
some waitress?
I barely knew the girl.

What about Bunny?

-You knew her.
-Suppose I did.

Suppose you tell us
why Jane would wanna kill her?

Suppose I've been wondering
that same thing myself.

You show me yours,
I'll show you mine.

Suppose you spill your guts
before I spill 'em for you.

Suppose you both
give it a rest.

Where'd you even find
Jane's body anyway?

We didn't.

I see.

Is that gonna make it tough
to pin her murder on me?

I think you'll find me
up to the task.

I get it.

My father hired you
to find me.

A cure? Are you serious?

No, I'm working.

Bring it here.

You had a vision.

Shake it up and
pour it out, DeBeers.

I did have a vision.

Of a world where a guy like me
can get a fair shake.

-I'll give you a fair shake.
-[grunts]

-Liv!
-That was just a love tap.

You want the real thing,
you two-bit heel?

Tell us what you really saw.

Nothing but stars now.

Maybe a lawsuit
to go with them.

Anything else for tonight?

You're free to go.

It's almost too easy,
sometimes.

-[door closes]
-[Clive sighs]

He had it coming.

Sure, he might have
a prison sentence coming, too,

but you had to go sap-happy.

You might have just blown
our shot.

Here, just go home,
eat a brain tube.

You don't need to be
on Chisel's brain anymore.

You know, and until you
get him out of your system...

you're off the case.

[sighs]

I'll get Chisel
out of my system.

As soon as I get some answers.

Crawford Davis. Civilian.

Hired by Enzo right before
we put him away.

What'd we get
on the key cards?

One clean, the other stolen,

re-programmed to register
blank ID
at any point of entry.

Do we know where he used it?

Storage warehouse.
Twelve entries,
all in the last two days.

-What did he want from there?
-Max Rager.

Had a case hidden in his cart.

Enzo hires this guy,
gives him a doctored key card,

six weeks later he starts
stealing Max Rager.

Maybe Enzo's recruiting
outside of Fillmore-Graves,
reorganizing--

Enzo's a lackey,
not a strategist.

And Justin's dead.

Someone else must be
pulling the strings.

[all groaning, snarling]

Punch a hole in that wall.

[thunderclap]

[grunting]

Incroyable!

Here's to the zombie cortex
stimulating properties of
Max Rager.

All the pieces of our plan
are finally in place.

Our zombie foot soldiers
can now obey our commands.

The US delegates we scratched
are awaiting instruction.

Are your people
prepping for exit?

The team's in place
and coyote routes are
good to go.

Good.

Soon we set
the new world order in motion.

[laughing]

And zombies just love
hot sauce, don't we?

So, of course we have some
you can borrow.

[TV continues indistinctly]

Hi, Grandma.

Hey, kiddo. You finish
all your homework?

Yup.
What is all that?

Oh, the usual. [sighs]

Fate of the world, etcetera.

What are you watching?

Hi Zombie.

It's this show about
a zombie family in Seattle

who moves next door to humans.

There is such a thing?

Scoot over.

-[man] Yeah. Yes, I am...
-[conversation continues
indistinctly]

Hmm.

So, what? They're putting
hot sauce on birthday cake?

They put hot sauce
on everything.

[chuckles] Sounds like
your grandfather.

[chuckles]

Darcy, come on. This is like
the tenth message I have left.

Just tell me what I did wrong
so I can apologize
or whatever, would you?

Barkeep, whisky sour.
Hold the sour.

We're one zombie hooker short,
Candy.

Shouldn't you be in the back
on your back?

[chuckles sarcastically]

Darcy called on the bar line.

What'd she say?

To stop calling her.

So, does the name
"Martel" mean anything to you?

-No.
-I saw it on an invoice
at Chisel's office,

and I just now realized
why it sounded familiar.

-Jacob Martel, bought one of
our black market cures...
-Yeah.

I think Chisel was trying
to deliver it to Bunny,

and I think Jane Harland
killed her for it.

A cure? So where is it?

Right where Jane came
looking for it.

Here. Right under our noses.

[sighs]

Alyssa Martel,
Bunny La Fonda's real name.

Missing since 2016.
Father, Jacob Martel.

Did I tell you that
I've always wanted...

to be a paleontologist
when I grew up?

I bet that's a hard job
to get fired from.

You don't find any
dinosaur bones,
you're just, like,

"Nope.
No dinosaurs died here."

Jacob Martel has been paying
Chisel some serious scratch
for months.

Boom! Case closed.
All right, let's go dancing.

Bunny's father hired Chisel
to find his daughter.

Chisel tracked her
to Don E Be Goodz.

But how does Jane fit in?

What's her motive?

♪ Maybe the answers
Are on the dance floor ♪

♪ The dance floor

BFF code says
you can't let me drink alone
two nights in a row.

Grab your coat, let's go!

[man] Go to your room,
I'll meet you there.

[gasps]

That's it! Bunny's dad
bought her a cure.

But Jane catches the scent,
she bumps off Bunny,

takes her place,
kills Chisel when he shows up,

and makes off with the cure.

So, now is the case closed?

Jane knows that the fuzz'll
pat her down
when she's brought in,

so she stashes the cure
at the bar.

She goes back for it,
Blaine's there.
He puts her on the spot,

Jane clams up,
Blaine croaks her,
eats her brain.

That does sound very Blaine.

What if he hasn't
found it yet?

We aren't going dancing,
aren't we?

We're going to Don E Be Goodz.

Goodz enough!

-[dance music playing]
-Dude, we already
looked everywhere,

I get why you think
Jane stashed it here,
but it's not here.

It has to be.

Where did you stash
the cure, Jane?

You only had a couple of
minutes before the flatfoot
brigade showed up.

Okay.

What song says,
"Everything sucks,
but I'm over it,

but I'm still
kind of pissed"?

Bunny's room?
No, too much heat.

The bathrooms.

Too much traffic.

Oh, tequila. Neat.

Salt and lime?

What am I, 16?

The kitchen.

To the kitchen.

I'll make less of
a rumpus alone.

[exclaims]

[laughing] Yeah.

Keep it going for Mel. Mel.

-[applauding]
-All right, up next
is Peyton.

Peyton?

Oh, wow! It's that Peyton.
Uh, please welcome to
the karaoke stage

your former acting mayor, uh--

Shut up, song wench!

-[man laughs]
-Okay, this one's for you,
Seattle.

-["I Love It" by Icona Pop
playing]
-But mostly for me.

♪ I got this feeling
on the summer day
when you were gone ♪

♪ I crashed my car
into a bridge ♪

♪ I don't care, I love it ♪

♪ I don't care...

[sighs] You're a clever girl,
Jane.

You know that cure is worth
enough on the open market
to kill for it.

So where do you
squirrel it away?

You again.

Surprised?

To find you lurking
in the shadows? Hardly.

What can I say?

I saw you heading this way,
my curiosity was piqued.

Here's hoping that
curiosity has the same
effect on you

as on the proverbial cat.

Why so hateful, Moore?

How long you got?

For you? All night.

Keep it in your pants, kitten.

You got me all wrong.

"All wrong" is exactly
what you are.

Well,

if the shoe fits...

[gasping]

I was hoping you'd do that.

♪ I don't care, I love it

♪ I don't care, I love it

♪ I don't care

Whatever.

-[microphone feedback]
-[audience cheering]

Peyton Charles, everyone.

You suck as mayor,
and as a singer.

[audience snickering]

-[grunts]
-[audience exclaiming]

[man] What the... man?

[shouting] Seriously,
on karaoke night?

[both grunting]

[panting]

You throw like a girl.

You're damn right I do.

[both grunting]

How many lives
you think I'd save if
I ended yours right now?

You're no killer.

I'm warming to the idea.

[both grunting]

[breathing heavily]

Try me, palooka.

I'll give you something
to cry about.

There's two of us.

Only one of you.

[Clive] Check your math,
big man.

[panting]

[pants]

I got your message.

Thanks.

[Clive] You okay?

I'm fine.

And I'll bet you
a Buffalo nickle to
a Canadian dime

that's Jane's blood.

Lucky we already have
a sample of hers
to test it against.

You're going down, blondie.

Once and for all.

Crybaby killed her.
I saw the whole thing.

I'll make a full statement
as soon as I talk
to my lawyer.

-Wait? What?
-Sorry, Crybaby.

Can't go around killing people
and expect to get away
with it.

What about this one, sir?

Witnesses say she started
the bar fight.

Just cut her loose.

All those in favor of
launching Operation
Seattle Salvation?

And opposed?

Five for. Five against.

You're the tie-breaker,
Chairwoman.

Zombies, until recently
were the stuff of fiction.

Now they are a reality.

But not the monsters
that we once imagined.

Not monsters?

You've seen the footage.

They have the capacity
to become monsters, yes.

But does that make them
any different from any of us?

Because any one of us
could have been a zombie.

Even you, Glenn.

And the only way I'd know is
if I saw you putting hot sauce
in your coffee.

I cannot, in good conscience,

support the killing of
innocent people for fear of
what they might become.

And so the nays have it,

and I will advise
the President
of our decision.

Thank you, all.

All I'm saying is next time
you and Peyton get into
a bar fight,

-I'd like to be there.
-We did all right without you.

Oh, I know. I don't need
to participate,
I just wanna watch.

Are we absolutely sure
Blaine didn't already find
the syringe?

No, we searched him,
searched the bar,
came up empty on both.

[Liv] He wouldn't have
followed me into the kitchen
if he already had it.

Oh, a trench coat for
every day of the week.

Got to admire his commitment.

I saw him put the cure
into his coat.

But if it wasn't in the one
he was wearing
when we found the body,

and it wasn't at the bar...

Bonewhistle's Dry Cleaners.
Where have I seen that before?

In the mirror.

At the crime scene.
In, in the frame
with the pictures.

There was a dry cleaners
ticket.

Chisel couldn't risk bringing
something as valuable as
the cure into the bar,

so he put the cure
in his coat, dropped
his coat at the cleaners--

Then brought Bunny the ticket
so she could pick up the cure
herself.

We got to get to that ticket
before Blaine figures it out.

What's the occasion?

Darcy agreed to hear me out.

And I have no idea
what I'm gonna say.

And how do I fix this?
I don't even know
what I did wrong.

It's not rocket science.

Knowing you, I'm sure
she had a legitimate reason
to be pissed.

Start by admitting that.

You should be able
to figure out the rest.

Huh. That actually
makes sense.

Hmm. Then my work here
is done.

Good luck, Don E.

Uh, great. What now?

[humming sarcastically]

[Blaine] Hoping to find
the dry cleaning slip?

Looks like someone
beat us to it.

Looks like someone beat you.

Nice work. How did it feel?

Like Christmas in July.

Call the cleaners,
get them to hold Chisel's coat
until we get there.

-Turn around.
-[Blaine clears throat]

[phone ringing]

["Feeling Good"
by Nina Simone playing]

-You all set?
-You bet.

Where we heading?

Corvallis, Oregon.

Perfect.

[engine revving]

-Hey.
-[sighs]

I'm really sorry.

Okay. For what?

Okay, I... I, I, don't know.

But I'm sorry
for whatever it was.

Okay, I'm sorry, too.

It's just that when Bunny died
all you cared about
was finding a replacement.

And it made me wonder
if you'd act the same way
when...

You know.

No. No.

It's not...

that I didn't care...

It's, it's just a lot of
people in my life have died.

But, Darcy, I'll never be
able to replace you...

because I love you.

Really?

[gasps]

Darcy, uh...

-Bennet.
-[chuckles]

-Darcy Bennet...
-[crying]

...will you marry me?

-Screw it. Yeah, why not?
-[both laugh]

Candy? The trivia genie
slash cosmetologist
slash zombie madam?

Clive said the woman who
picked up Chisel's coat
matched her description.

Checked her apartment,
she's gone.

Looks like a clean getaway.

Oh. Another day,
another cure lost.

[chuckles]

How's the hangover, babe?

Hmm.

It's a fitting end
to my career as a mayor.

I barely remember doing
anything, all I'm left with
is the pain.

Oh, I feel like a shower hook
is stabbing into my brain.

Oh, too soon?

Yeah.

Too soon for what?

Some guy at Fillmore-Graves
impaled himself
on a shower hook.

-What?
-We caught him using
a doctored key card

to steal Max Rager,
so he killed himself.

[Liv] Oh, my God.
It seems a bit extreme.

Tell me about it.

-[whispers] What's up?
-In the lab

I told your father about
Max Rager's effects
on the zombie rats.

He had a lot of questions.

So, what? You think that
he got some wing-nut

to infiltrate Fillmore-Graves
and steal Max Rager?

Maybe he was working
an angle after all.

I know you've gotten close,
but given his track record--

There is one door at his house
that's heavily bolted.

Maybe there's something
behind it he doesn't want
anyone to see.

He's got an NA meeting
tonight.

[door opens]

[thunder rumbling]

[floorboard creaking]

[whispering] Liv.

It's Utopium, all right.

January 21st, 2013.

[objects clattering]

Oh! Fall 2014.

[pants]

October 3rd,

October 6th, October 14.

One of these has to be
the tainted batch.

[door opens]

[door closes]

[footsteps sound overhead]

Uh... Grab them. Let's go!

[breathing heavily]

[line ringing]

[woman] Hello?

This is US Army General
Glenn Mills.

I believe we have an agenda
in common.

And I think we can be of use
to each other in achieving it.

[thunder rumbling]

I'm listening.

[closing theme music playing]