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Previously on iZombie...

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.

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

Two feral zombies went on a
rampage, viciously attacking...

No.

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

The father of all zombie kind.

Is Liv's dad.

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.

- We need to do something.
- 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.

Got it.

Now I've got a body.

Thanks for nothing, Bob.

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.

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?

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.

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?

- 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.

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

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?

Wipe your tears, kid.

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

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.

Babineaux.

We'll be right there.

Bunny's dead.

Make that a million and one.

Ice pick?

Same as Chisel.

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.

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! 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.

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?

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.

It's 8:00 in the morning.

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

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

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

- 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.

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.

After you.

Hi, I'm Candy.

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?

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.

Hmm, that's better.

Now, let's try this again.

What are you doing here?

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.

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.

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

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.

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.

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...

- Something wrong?
- No.

You didn't sell that
so well, Crawford.

You better come with me.

What? Why?

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

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

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.

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.

- 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.

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.

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.

Punch a hole in that wall.

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.

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

So, of course we have some
you can borrow.

Hi, Grandma.

Hey, kiddo. You finish
all your homework?

Yup.
What is all that?

Oh, the usual.

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.

- Yeah. Yes, I am...
-

Hmm.

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

They put hot sauce
on everything.

Sounds like your grandfather.

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?

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.

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!

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

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!

- 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.

Yeah.

Keep it going for Mel. Mel.

- 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!

- Okay, this one's for you,
Seattle.

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... ♪

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...

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.

Peyton Charles, everyone.

You suck as mayor,
and as a singer.

What the... man?

Seriously, on karaoke night?

You throw like a girl.

You're damn right I do.

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

You're no killer.

I'm warming to the idea.

Try me, palooka.

I'll give you something
to cry about.

There's two of us.

Only one of you.

Check your math, big man.

I got your message.

Thanks.

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.

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?

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.

- You all set?
- You bet.

Where we heading?

Corvallis, Oregon.

Perfect.

Hey.

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?

Darcy, uh...

Bennet.

Darcy Bennet...

will you marry me?

Screw it. Yeah, why not?

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.

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.

Oh, my God.
It seems a bit extreme.

Tell me about it.

- 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.

Liv.

It's Utopium, all right.

January 21st, 2013.

Oh! Fall 2014.

October 3rd,

October 6th, October 14.

One of these has to be
the tainted batch.

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

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.

I'm listening.