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We've cut Blaine out,
Don E and I handle
the brains ourselves.

Everybody's happy.
Except Blaine.

Darcy Bennet,
will you marry me?

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

[man] All right.
So, Graham,
give her the rundown.

And just keep in mind,
if she doesn't pass,

your boyfriend washes up
in the lake.

-[man] Did she pass?
-With flying colors.

All the pieces of our plan
are finally in place.

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

Soon we set
the new world order in motion.

Liv, it's Utopium, all right.

One of these
has to be the tainted batch.

[door opens]

[gasping] I don't believe
what I'm looking at.

These zombies have gone
full Romero.

[snapping fingers]

They're just standing there
like trained dogs.

-I don't see how--
-[thump from upstairs]

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

Right. Agreed. How?

[thunder rumbling]

-No. No. No. No.
-Do you have any better ideas?

[footsteps approaching]

[gasps nervously]

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

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.

[metal clatters]

Some of the samples
are missing.

[thunder cracking]

Call Spud.

We need to get out of here
immediately.

Now!

[opening theme music playing]

[Mike] So...

then it's Congress joke,
beaver joke,
and then into Willkommen.

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

I know the cues, Gary.

[scoffs] That's what
you said last time...

right before
you missed the cue.

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

I gotta run to Darla's.

[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, my God.

After all this time.

The original batch
of Boat Party Utopium.

[gasps in wonder]

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.

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, um,
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] Uh, what's the saying?
"Live fast, die young,

leave a beautiful corpse"?

You got the last part anyway.

So, are you ready
to be fabulous?

[kettle whistling]

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 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?

-[stammers]
-Who's this sob sister?

Howard Denning.
Manager at Prince Mary's,

ex-husband of the deceased.

Oh. Great.

Lovely outfit.

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 bodies,
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?

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.

Done in there?

Well done,
with a side of fries.

Just go on in
and take a seat.

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

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 school
CPR mannequin.

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

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

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.

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?

[line ringing]

[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 his shell

via a family trust
now linked to
a capital crime case.

In layman's terms,
payment's frozen--

[sighs]

Hey...

Do you remember
the name of
the bagpiper we hired

when we tried
Scotch and Soda Night?

Darcy wants bagpipes
at the wedding.

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

Blaine, do you remember--

Hey, babe!

-[gasps]
-What?

You're not supposed to
see me in my dress!

It's... 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'...
thing.

Who doesn't love a wedding?

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

"Did anybody
want to murder Mike?"

Please. 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.

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.

-[chuckles]
-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 Bitchcraft?

"Bitchcraft."
Is that a person?

One of the new zombie kids.

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

[shivers]

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 shuts]

Tetsuo sushi?
What's the occasion?

I knew how much you like
to come home after a hard day
at the paramilitary office

to find some
brain meals waiting for you.

-Ravi, I love you.
-Oh, okay.

-So... [clears throat]
-Wait...

Toro rolls and wagyu.

You need a favor.

[stammering]
It's just that there's...

There's a thing
that I thought
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"
kind of 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...

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.

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... I was thinking "spy."
It sounds cooler
and less dirty.

Okay.

Let's get weird.

Is that a yes?

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.

-[zipper closes]
-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?

Look... 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, Bitchcraft.

Hmm. I have
better things to do

than watch a couple
of 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?

Hmm, 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.

Could have 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.

-[scoffs softly]
-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.

[upbeat music playing]

[crowd cheering]

See, these kids love her.

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.

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

for Bitchcraft!

[crowd hooting]

Oh, bless you, Howard.
I need this.

[sighs] So,
what did 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.

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
Bitchcraft's skirt. Also...

Glue-it-on rhinestones.

I say we find Bitchcraft
and bring him in.

[soft music playing]

Sorry. Have you been helped?

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

[sighs] I needed this.

Rough day at work, Commander?

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.

I mean,
the temptation
is always there.

I could 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'll 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 is the word.
"Recon." Right?

Recon is indeed the word.

You were right.
This is a nice change of pace.

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

Eat up, Stephen.

Quietly.

-[clears throat]
-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.

[Martin] 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--

Sir, excuse me,
but I'm afraid
you're 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.

[Bitchcraft] 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 have ended up
in Mike's dressing room?

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

Yeah, I don't know.

But you'll 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,
and this poor boy's
got cankles.

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

-Damn it.
-[gasps]

[gasps]

Is she... 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.

[mouthing words]

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 though 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]

[train horn blowing
in distance]

[sighs] Well,
abandoned warehouse
in the middle of nowhere.

Place does indeed
look suspicious.

Oop.

[exhales]

Well, and that guy
does look like
a child smuggler.

So,

park the car
where they can't find it,
then come around the back.

[engine turning over]

[panting] Okay,
so what's the plan?

You stay here,
keep an eye on the entrance.

Text me if you see
any more cars coming.

I'll go around,
recon the front.

Whoa, why can't I do recon?

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

And only I 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.

Oh.

Maybe the lookout
better have a look-see.

[panting]

[metallic thudding]

[thudding continues]

[thudding continues]

[muffled voices in distress]

[muffled voices]

[gunfire]

[groans]

[tires screech]

[panting]

I've got the kids.
They're in the back.

Nice work.

And you were right.
There was another guy.

-Bruv!
-Okay.

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.
-[sarcastically]
Oh, it was dark.

My apologies.
I take it all back.

[line ringing]

-[Marty] Hey!
-Marty.

Do we have any word
on that frozen wire transfer?

-[keys clicking]
-Yeah. Still frozen.

Is there anything we can do?

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

We could talk line of credit.

Just secure it
with one of your old
shell company accounts.

-I'm listening.
-I know one of these
is still flush. [chuckles]

Nope, sorry,
I 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.

That's some security outfit--

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 'em all,
and my dear ♪

♪ But I'm here ♪

Now the blue spot, Andre.

♪ Strummed ukuleles
Sung the blues ♪

♪ Seen all
my dreams disappear ♪

♪ But I'm here ♪

And then I'm gonna break and
do the joke bit, explaining
Sondheim to the kids.

Sorry to bother you.
We just have
a few more questions.

Sure. Just working the kinks
out of the new solo act.

So it turns out
Bitchcraft 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 'em there
to point us at Bitchcraft.

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 have thought

the cops'd pay
this much attention
to a bunch of Chers.

We do the work, Mr. Schaeffer.

[sighs in disgust] Whatever.

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

Life goes on.

[phone buzzing]

Or not.

Looks like he was killed
and dumped in the park.

Little scout found him when
he wandered off on a hike.

Hope he got a good badge
out of that.

Poor kid. Any idea who he was?

Well, seems to match this kid.

Stephen Kenny.

Reported missing
a few weeks back.

-Oh, my God.
-What?

What, you know the guy?

[bagpipes playing]

Uh, everybody!

Hi! Hi! Hi!

Uh...

I'm sorry for the delay.

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 yourself
to the free booze and appies.

-Enjoy.
-[cheering]

Hey, Socky,

if Darcy's not here in five,
can you lead them
in some cheers or something?

-Right on.
-Awesome. Thanks.

Hey, Blaine.

Awesome cake, right?

I mean,
since we can't leave town

for our honeymoon
in Paris, Las Vegas,
we figured--

Listen, Don E...

We checked the hotel.

You should come with me.

I brought her here

'cause, you know,
we didn't want the hotel
to find her and make a scene.

[tearfully] Oh, babe.

[sighs]

Our love was so strong.

But the Freylichs
are stronger.

You know, we still
have to deliver her body
to the clients, but...

take your time, man.

Take your time.

Afternoon.

Are you sure you ladies
have the right place?

I'm sure.

[guns cocking]

[distorted screaming]

-[gunshots]
-[screaming continues]

[country music
playing on jukebox]

It's me.

It's done
and we're in position.
Just let us know

and we can eat the brains
and switch the "open" sign
back on.

Right.

[Ravi] ...besides 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 Freylichs,
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, never mind.

Uh, Graham?

Excuse us.

Graham, uh, did you know
someone named Stephen Kenny?

Who?

Stephen Kenny?
I mean... Maybe, I...

Why do you ask?

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

I'm so sorry.

Did you know him well?

[sniffles]

[voice breaking]
He was... He was my boyfriend.

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.

[breathes heavily]

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...

Look, Liv, those women...

who went out with Riley,
they... They weren't sisters.

They were zombies.

What were they doing?
Where were they going?

I don't know.
Vegas, I think.

It was supposed to be
the end of it.

But they killed him anyway.

Liv...

[computer chiming]

[computer beeping]

[sighs]

[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's...
That's crazy.

No, 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.

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

[voice breaks] I'm not naive.
I know that it's not easy
and it takes work.

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

Dad...

I'm begging you.
Don't do this.

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.

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]

[exhales] Enzo.

No struggle begins or ends
with a single move.

If this doesn't go,
we regroup.

[grunts]

[Liv] No!

[Enzo grunts]

[exhales]