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Blaine, you figured out
a way to turn
the whole country zombie.

Our prisoner was turned
into a zombie last night.

Someone knew
where he was.

I've heard rumors
that our own men
are skimming brains

and selling them
on the black market.

There is one name
I know, Russ Roche.

Russ managed to get his
hands on a weapon

and escape.

-Whose weapon did he take?
-Mine, sir.

-Isobel is immune.
-Maybe she's the key
to finding a vaccine.

I wanna go out
knowing that
my life had meaning.

Liv, Ravi.

I love you guys.

I can't. Not yet.

Fair enough.

Tomorrow it is then.

I need time to conduct tests
on Isobel's brain anyway.

I feel like I'm getting close
to a vaccine.

Take as much
time as you need.

Hey.

-You manage to get some sleep?
-Not really.

You two see the latest tweet
from the official
Fillmore-Graves account?

What fresh hell?

Human smuggler Curtis Lim
will be executed

in two days unless Renegade
surrenders to @FillmoreGravesUS
authorities.

Liv.

You understand, you are
too important to the railroad.

You cannot turn yourself in.

You are
too valuable to me,

to the city,
and to the people who love you.

Repeat after me,
"I will not turn myself in

to Fillmore-Graves."

I won't turn myself in.

Major.

Give me a minute,
someone's at the door.

Lillywhite.

Captain Hobbs.

-This is--
-Unexpected?

I was looking
for a stronger word.

Come in.

Listen, what happened
to those soldiers in your unit
last night...

Chase crossed a line,
I'm sorry.

All of this violence,
this unrest,

we're losing the few friends
we have in Washington.

Our allies need a sign
that we're righting the ship.

We need new leadership.

Well, if you want
literally the worst job
in America...

-I'll support you.

No.

Fillmore-Graves has never been
led by a pencil pusher.

A soldier leads
Fillmore-Graves.

A soldier respected by the men
and women who make up
our fighting force.

A soldier like you.

Who was it?

Captain Hobbs.

What did that
whiny kiss-ass want?

-Soup?
-Suffer.

He wants to overthrow Chase
and install me as the
new commander.

I meant what did that
brilliant strategist
and white knight

of the rebellion want?

Put the thought
out of your mind.

You'd have the backing
of the soldiers.

You're the guy
who could do it.

-I don't want it.
-You see the latest tweet from
the Fillmore-Graves account?

Mmm-mmm.

Chase is gonna execute some
human smuggler unless
Renegade surrenders.

Good luck on that.

Like Renegade is gonna
walk in and say,
"Here I am.

Let's get to head smashing."

Chase is
out of control.

If we're gonna
survive as a species,

as a force capable
of keeping the peace,

he's gotta go.

Lillywhite can't be trusted.

You've lost him, sir.

That's all, Captain Hobbs.

Sorry, just making sure
Stan is all set to take Curtis'
girlfriend

for her sonogram.

You ever been to Spain?

Ah... Yeah.

Peyton had this Spanish
boyfriend, sophomore year
of college,

Armando.

We all spent a week
on the coast
of Majorca.

Beaches were
so beautiful.

It was like the edge
of the world, just blue water
and open sky.

Would've been nice
to have met you then.

-When were you there?
-In 2005.

I was in Spain somewhere
in 2005.

-Shut up.
-Yeah.

But I was in Barcelona.

I flew into Barcelona.

Maybe we passed
each other at the airport.

Nope.

I would've remembered you.

I doubt you'd remember
a girl you saw
at the airport

-over ten years ago.
-Trust me, I would've.

There's probably hundreds
of guys that

remember you fondly
as the girl from
the airport.

Or that girl from
the line at the DMV.

See

Hey, sista.

I think you were good
with the one you took
40 minutes ago,

how about taking a lap?
I'm paying you to mingle.

You really need
to stop yelling at me.

I am under so much
pressure right now.

You're taking a lap.

Can you carry my purse?
And my drink.

And get me water.

Who wants a selfie
with the white girl?

Major?

I was just working up
the courage to knock.

I should've listened
to you.

You were right
about Chase.

You were right
about everything.

And now, you're turning
yourself in to save Curtis.

You're not gonna
talk me out of this.

I know, but I...

I wanted to say goodbye.

I wanted us
to part on good terms.

-Hello?
-Ravi.

Is Liv with you?

Oh, God.

Hey, buddy.

Where are we?

Oregon.

What the hell, dude?

I've been ringing Major
and he won't pick up.

Yeah, he asked me
to give you a message
when you showed up.

Did he?

He told me to tell you
that he took Liv out of
Seattle

to keep her
from surrendering.

Oh, yeah, and he told me
that Liv is Renegade.

-It's wild.
-Hold on, hold on.

By took her out of
Seattle, you mean...

He kinda kidnapped her.

He kidnapped her?

Any idea when he plans
on bringing her back?

Apparently Major is gonna
wait out Curtis' execution

and return with Liv
once it's too late
to surrender.

-All right.
-But given the options,

I don't think this is
the worst news.

I appreciate the update.

Let me know
if you hear anything else.

-Bye.
-Bye.

Is Curtis gonna be okay?

-Murder solving time.
-You're here. Good.

I've got more details
from white girl's autopsy.

Yeah, I'm not going
into that.

-Uh, cause of death was--
-Hammer to the back
of the head.

Vampire Steve forwarded me
the last video found
on McKenna's phone.

Taken in the bathroom
of The Scratching Post.

Take a look.

Is that a snuff boomerang?

Yeah the good news is,
McKenna probably saw
who killed her.

Liv should make this
a quick one,
where is she?

Funny... Funny story.

She's been kidnapped.

It's not that funny.

By Major in a nice way.

Liv is Renegade.

Seattle's number-one
human smuggler.

Chase Graves is gonna execute
one of Liv's coyotes
if she doesn't surrender.

I think I need to sit down.

Yeah, Major is keeping
Liv out of Seattle,

so she doesn't
turn herself in
to Chase.

-Because she would.
-Indeed.

In the meantime...

"It's murder solving time."

You're quite
the YouTube sensation.

You got the attention
of every zombie
in the city.

They hang on your every word.

Not my words.

His.

But delivered with such
panache by his
favorite apostle.

So...

Has the big man upstairs
mentioned anything about
nuclear annihilation?

Nothing, why?

I've got drunk
Fillmore-Graves soldiers

at the bar every night
babbling about the government
cutting off brain shipments.

They want to make us
extinct, Pop.

And once the brains
are cut off,

either humans will destroy us
because they know we need
their brains

or we'll wipe them out
because we're starving.

Unfortunately
that second scenario...

Well, that ends
with an A-bomb.

There's a reason the government
has evacuated everybody

in a 30-mile ring
around New Seattle

Now is the time to act.

-Begin slaughtering humans?
-No.

Send your flock
out into America.

Have them scratch, bite,
fornicate, feed.

Turn half the world zombie
leaving the other half
as food.

-Make your prophecy come true.
-It's too soon.

And the ways out of the city
are too well-guarded,
landmines, machine guns,

tanks...

For such a
momentous undertaking
I need a sign.

Is it impossible
that the sign is me?

Telling you that we're on
the eve of destruction?

The Lord will point me
in the right direction.

Olivia?

Just a moment, darling.

Now doesn't that
just look marvelous?

Not as marvelous
as you, dear.

I may have
freshened up a bit.

I found this
in the bedroom closet.

I sure hope the lady
of the house won't mind
my borrowing it.

You could've packed
an overnight bag
for me, you stinker.

Why, I don't even
have a nightie.

Can you ever forgive me?

You know, I've fixed
the broken front step
and brought in the firewood.

Well, I think that
deserves another martini.

So, who does live here?

This is a safe house
operated by Fillmore-Graves,
darling.

One of our married couples
lives here, and I can't
for the life of me

figure out
where they've gone.

Then we'll pretend it's ours
till they return.

If we wind up staying,
we could put a tomato plant
right outside that window.

♪ Only you

Now, what will
the neighbors think?

There are no neighbors.

It's just us.

How I've missed
being held in your arms.

Aw, that's just
the gin talking.

No, it isn't. It's me.

Isn't it?

You sneaky pete,
those brain tubes
we ate

weren't the regular kind,
were they?

They come courtesy of
a blissfully happy married
couple who died together

at the ripe old age of 95.

I always did want
to grow old with you.

I know it's not real,
but I'm having too much fun
to care.

Now, the brain isn't
in total control

and the truth is...

I'm rather fond of you,
you big Magilla...

That suits me just fine.

♪ My one and only you

♪ One and only you

I'm gonna ask you
one more time
to button that.

I'm proud of my body
and if I wanna show it,
I'm going to,

no one is making you look.

Can you find
the bathroom for me?

No.

Well, can you come
with me to find
the bathroom?

-No.
-Then why
are you even here?

I was serious about you
buttoning that shirt.

There he is,
let's go.

Watch how weird
he is to me.

Got a couple more
questions for you,
Mr. Eberhard.

-Oh, let's not.
-Wow.

You're throwing shade
at me when I've literally
been nothing

but nice
this whole time.

-Stop.
-You saw how he was
to me.

Okay.

Correct me if I'm wrong, Doc,
but usually when a man's shirt
is that open,

someone's coming at his chest
with crash pads.

I don't engage
in hate speech,

so I have no response
for you.

Can you see if
they have coconut water?

We have a video
of McKenna being hit
with a hammer while--

Shh, shh, stop,
I need you.

What the hell
are you doing?

I can feel you
comparing me
to Olivia now.

And you're coming
up short.

Is he having a vision?

I think he's staring at
his reflection in the
beer tap.

Yep.

What

This is why
I can't trust you.

You seemed pretty lost
in thought there.

You are so obsessed
with me.

I'm over this place,
we should go.

I know who we're looking for.

I don't get why
I'm here.

My colleague had a vision
of you fighting with McKenna

at The Scratching Post,
during the white party
last night.

I remembered you from the time
you had your tongue down
my friend's throat.

Unfortunately.

Put my tongue down
a lot of throats, you'll have
to be more specific.

What was your fight
with McKenna about?

She was a zombie.

The perfect specimen
of God's chosen people.

And then,
she paid $14 million dollars
to return to a human state.

To walk away
from God's grace.

Then capitalized
on our culture,

our style, our look.

Brother Love said becoming
a zombie means God chose you
for immortality.

Who is this Brother Love?

-He's a prophet.
-Oh, good.

We should probably
talk to him.

Here.

He told us that
she is an apostate.

The cure,
the cure for what exactly?

For domination

For basking in the warmth
and the loving gaze of
a vigilant god?

She must be cleansed
of this Earth.

You notice anything?

That he somehow got
10,000 views even though
he's super old.

No, no.

The hammer, yeah,
I saw the hammer.

The killer used
a hammer,
I'm not blind.

And guess what?

I'm not gonna guess.

Jim Jonestown here
is Blaine DeBeers' father.

That's weird, but I don't know
what it means.

But did it sound to you like
he just told his congregation
to kill this girl?

This apostate.

The people who own
this house could be
home at any minute.

What would they think
if they found us
necking in their parlor?

That I'm the luckiest guy
in the world.

I know you said
we're in Oregon.

But it feels more
like cloud nine.

This is how it could
always be for us.

We are not the problem,
it's the rest of the world
that mucks everything up.

What if we leave
all that behind? Ignore
the rest of the world.

-Let's never go back.
-How will we eat?

There have to be cemeteries
around here somewhere.

-I'll buy a shovel.
-Well, what about money?

I'll work, I'll pick apples,
I'll sell vacuums
door-to-door.

I just wanna be
with you.

And gosh, if Ravi finds
a cure some day,

we can go back to the way
things were before any
of this happened.

Before boat parties,
before zombie outbreaks.

I'd be your fiancee again.

You could be my wife.

Mrs. Major Lillywhite.

Well, that sounds
perfectly lovely.

Almost perfect.

We're out of
Tom Collins mix.

Oh, there has to be
some somewhere.

I'll go take a look.

My hero.

Now where
in the Sam Hill...

Really, darling,
what would you do
without me?

What?

These are our people.

You have a lovely home.

It says Fillmore-Graves stopped
sending brain tubes.

They were afraid they'd go
Romero and hurt somebody.

They decided Jeff would shoot
Tammy and then himself

but he couldn't
bring himself to do it.

Couldn't bear the idea
of living without her even
for a moment.

We sit on the other side.

This side's better.

Thanks for joining us,
Mr. McDonough.

Please.

Call me Brother Love.

That, sir, is unlikely.

Very well.

Apparently, the unis couldn't
bring themselves
to frisk a man of the cloth.

Even when that cloth
is splattered in blood.

Now, we can begin.

Okay, I don't like him,
but I don't hate the cape.

Blessed is he
with a white streak.

You must visit
our church and be baptized.

For we who taste,

can see.

You people wouldn't
understand.

He did not just
say that.

Can we help you
with something?

Sneaky, sneaky Babineaux.

But no zombie
case slips by me.

Our victim was a human,
we haven't charged
a zombie suspect.

As of late, accusations are
being thrown at zombies,
how you say?

Oh, yeah,
""dippy-dippy bon-bon."

-Hmm?
-It is important

the interview be monitored
in a case involving a zombie
of some notoriety.

You mean the same famous
zombie who called for the vic's
head just days

before her murder?

-It's all online.
-Ah, you must mean
White Girl.

Her name
is McKenna Nuddelle.

A name she hath,
and now she hath not.

A sinner was punished.

Alas, I did not cast
the stone.

00 p.m.
and 2:00 a.m.?

-At my church.

Surely someone would have
noticed this priest at
The Scratching Post.

Maybe in Pink Panthermovies
they don't establish alibis?

But here we are with
the man who called
for the victim's death.

Produced a bloody weapon
similar to the one used
in the murder.

And showed up to
his interrogation

in bloody robes.

I'm gonna check his alibi,
I'm gonna have his robes
and hammer

analyzed.

And I'm gonna lock him up
until I'm satisfied

he's not the killer.

Enjoy your illusion
of power, human.

Enjoy handcuffs, whitey.

What the...
What the hell?

Oh, it's horrible.

You should see this,
Detective.

Off with the robes,
preacher man.

Your prayers will be
answered, my children.

Where are you
taking him?

Release him.
Let him go.

Where are you taking him?

These chains are but
an illusion.

God always answers the prayers
of his chosen people.

Let's take him back
to holding now,

sneak him
to county later.

It was me!

I murdered White Girl.

I knew she would be
at The Scratching Post.

I snuck up behind her
in the bathroom and sent
her back to hell.

Good fortune awaits you,
my son.

Thank you.

Thank you for ridding
the world of the apostate.

Ah, yes, how convenient

that I was here.

So what's the story
with freezing?

Do they stick you
in a freezer until
you're frozen

or do they put you
under first?

This is your stop.

This is the place?

Your hands.

So, did you actually... White Girl?

Yeah.

Ah, such loyalty.

This reminds me.

Give this back
to Brother Love.

Tell him
he has a friend

at Fillmore-Graves.

Now.

Fly, papillon,

you are free.

Hey, baldie,

I want a refund on those brains
you sold me before I come back
there and rip your head off!

I'm sorry, what was that
you were saying?

Nothing, never mind.

No, no, no, come back,
I wanna know, I mean
as a business man

concerned
about my product.

I bought these brains.

Old married couple.

I know the ones.

Thought it'd be fun
with my fiancee,

it worked for
a couple of days.

The next thing I know,
she's reliving the memory
of a freakin' car crash!

It said so on the menu.

Fifty happy years,

died together
in car crash.

The menu didn't say
the wife caused
the accident.

-What?
-Yeah.

She got so fed up
with her husband's singing,

that she grabbed
the wheel and steered
them into a semi.

Now everything I do
drives my fiancee nuts.

Ha.

Good to know.

I have to say, I do think
it would've been better

if Jeff had shot Tammy.

I don't know,
I think it's romantic.

Romero and Juliet.

You know what
I have a hankering for?

I know what I have
a hankering for.

Oh, you...

I spotted that hot sauce
that I love down in
the basement.

Would you be
a lamb and fetch it
for me?

Your wish
is my command.

I'm sorry to disturb you,
but the little lady
has her heart

set on hot sauce.

Women.

I'm just teasing, Tammy.

But if it's hot sauce
my Olivia wants,

it's hot sauce
she'll get.

Whoops, here we go,

let's hope this will earn
me a couple
of brownie points.

Olivia?

-What are you...
-I'm sorry, darling.

I really hate your singing
and there's a big part
of me

that isn't keen
on being kidnapped.

Now, Olivia, you know
that I--

I cannot let someone die
for my crimes.

Don't do this.

Who am I if I don't?

You'll still be you.

-You'll be alive.
-Darling, sometimes I think

you don't understand
me at all.

But I would really
appreciate it

if you'd tell me
where you hid
the car keys.

-No.
-Hmm.

Then that's that.

Sweetheart, now really,
you're not just gonna
leave me down here.

Oh, I most certainly am.

But I will send someone
back for you.

Olivia, wait!

This could be the last time
we see each other.

Well...

that is very sad, isn't it?

I'm afraid your time
is up.

I was hoping I could make
arrangements to see
my fiancee.

Sure, no problem.

You just tell me
where Renegade is.

I'll trade you.

And so it goes.

Commander!

Renegade's here.

Step forward.

You wanted Renegade?

You got him.

Cheese balls.

Yeah

Liv?

Please let me out,
I'm sorry.

Sorry is not
gonna cut it.

Thought I smelled a rat
down here.

Look at Major Lillywhite now.

They put you in here
for ass kissing?

First time seeing
rotters in the flesh.

Less drool than
in the movies.

Give me those tubes.

I'd rather not.

You remember Monty Hall?

-Let's Make a Deal?
-You know, I don't believe

I've ever missed
an episode.

Then you know
how this works,
I've got six bullets here

and you can buy
my bullets for one
brain tube each.

And that'll be
one less bullet
I put in you.

Young man,
if I'm going to die.

I'd rather die
knowing you starved.

Who said anything
about you dying?

Got five more to go,
pretty boy.

What's that, laddie,
you wanna play, too?

Give me the tubes, Major.

Huh

Sorry about
your husband, dear.

Look.

You want my keys,
they're yours,
all right?

Just let me out.

"Fix my drinks.

Do my dishes,
rescue me."

Trying taking care
of yourself for once,
darling.

Wait, Olivia.

No.

Any word from Liv?

I'm distracting myself
with a little experiment.

Oh, good, I'm getting
a full Ravi.

I ate a brain tube
as soon as that kid
confessed to the murder,

then deleted a couple
of hundred photos
from my Instagram account.

-Good call.
-Yeah.

What's this

Who is this?

This here is nobody,

uh, control brain,
but this...

This is White Girl's brain.

When she was cured,

dormant cells in her brain
were revitalized,

thanks to glycoproteins
produced by reinvigorated
antigens.

-Uh-huh.
-And this brain
belongs to Isobel.

The only person we found
who is completely immune
to the zombie virus.

Someone is immune?

It's a story
for another day.

My theory is that
Isobel's unique brain,

given a little motivation
from an electrical current,

may just secrete
traces of glycoproteins
identical to those produced

by the cured brain.

-Meaning?
-Well,

I'd be able to extract some
of that chemical

and could potentially
manufacture a vaccine.

Huh, well, keep me posted
on Liv.

And your experiment.

I'm meeting Michelle
for dinner.

What, uh...
You're gonna miss
the best part.

What's this?

Hey, can I make
a suggestion?

Yeah?

Meet your girlfriend
somewhere where
you're not

rubbing Dale's nose in it.

You know, Dale
is seeing someone, too.

And not that
it's your business,

but she was the one
who broke things off.

Oh, no, she did it
for you, man.

She saw the tape.

Your dash cam, the one where
Liv was beating that perp
with the fish?

She heard you talking about
how much you wanted
children.

She wanted you
to get what you wanted.

She loved you,

so she set you free.

So don't be a dick to her.

Quit rubbing this
in her face.

Liv, what are you doing...

A Fillmore-Graves soldier
is locked in the basement
of a farm house

in Cottage Grove, Oregon.

I'll give you the address.

Curtis.

They let you go.

-Why?
-We figured
they would execute you.

They

They strapped me
to the guillotine

and then I heard Renegade
surrendered.

Then Chase let me go.

But if it's not you, then...

Levon.

It appears my hypothesis
wasn't quite correct.

Isobel's brain certainly
produced a chemical

but it's makeup
is unlike that present
in our cured brain.

In fact, I've never seen
anything like this
particular glycoprotein.

But an antigen's
an antigen.

Which could mean
it will prove effective
against zombieism.

Phase two will involve
my furry friends.

Subject A, a normal rat
will be served a dose
of Isobel's brain.

I will then inject
subject A
with the zombie virus.

To test if
the ingested chemical
has rendered any signs

of immunization,
subject B, a zombie rat
will serve as

my single subject control.

Cross your claws, little ones.

Let's do Isobel proud.

Ha.

From rapture
to serenity.

Infinity and beyond.

Have to ask, Dad.

You given
any more thought
to sending them

out of Seattle?

Think of them
as missionaries
converting humans

-to zombieism.
-I asked for a sign, son.

As I said I would.

He will make it clear
and undeniable.

I confess I sometimes
heard his voice
more clearly,

in the well.

Is that...

It's snowing...

brains.

You're right.

Now that, my son,

is a sign.

I hear you, Lord!

I hear you and I obey!

Hallelujah.

♪ I can't think with you

Yo, why are
we doing this?

Because boss man down there
is a friggin' genius,
that's why.

I'm late for drinks.

Yeah, you'll be
missing those.

I love you.

And a good day
to you, sir.

I'm willing to be a zombie
to be with you.

I'm willing
to do anything.

Clive, stop.

I know you heard
what I said about
wanting kids.

I understand
why you broke up
with me.

And I love you for it.

But I realize now
that the most important
thing to me,

what I want the most

is to be with you.

So now
you don't want kids?

I want you more.

You are the non-negotiable.

There's no version
of life without you

that I want.

Will you marry me?

Yes.

-Yes.

I told her
you were busy, sir,
but she insisted.

Liv Moore,

the pleasure
as always is mine.

What can I do for you?

-I'm here to surrender.
-You did that once,

and seemed
to regret it.

I am Renegade.

Easy, Spartacus,
we've already got the guy.

I run the operation.

I'm the only one
who scratched any humans.

Yes, Commander Grave?

Have our friend
Mr. Patch brought in
from holding.

Right away, sir.

Do you need me
to prove it to you?

Hoover. Spano. Kelban.

Those are soldiers
stationed in your border patrol
who are all on the take.

You could've gotten
those names from
your good pal, Lillywhite.

What about
the shipyard heist?

That was me.
I scratched Curtis Lim

in your safe house
on Astor, do I need
to keep going?

If what you're saying
is true,

you're guilty
of increasing
the zombie population

and putting countless lives
in jeopardy.

Liv.

No, no, no,
don't listen to her,

I'm Renegade,
she is just trying
to protect me.

I promised
to make a trade

upon Renegade's surrender.

Looks like I've got her.

He's free to go.

Please, don't...

Don't execute her.

Put her in a freezer,

please.

I love her.

Don't kill her,
kill me instead,

I am begging you.

You two are alike,
you're both doing
what you think is right

for zombies,
don't kill her for that.

Levon.

Don't move!

Come near me,
I will blow his head off.

What are you doing?

Getting us out of here,
come on.

You won't make it
through the lobby.

Hey, hey, hey.

See, not even
out of the office.

Love is a
many-splendored thing.

Now you two
can be executed together.

You'll be Ms. Moore's
opening act.

Yeah, it's late.

And I'm still here.

All my loved ones
have abandoned me
and all I have is you.

Dear God.

The single subject
control is no longer
a zombie rat.

It appears the antigens
produced by Isobel's brain
isn't a vaccine.

It's a cure.