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[Liv]
Previously on iZombie...

We're going to auction off
ten zombie cures

to the highest bidders
on the dark web.

We're going to cure
a zombie on-camera
for all the world to see.

I'm human again!

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

and selling them
on the black market.

There's one name I know.
Russ Roche.

I want you to buddy up
to him.

- Who's that?
- [Clive] Oh, a new uni. Michelle.

Renegade's operation
turns more humans
into zombies

than all other coyote
outfits combined.

Liv has taken over
Mama Leone's organization.

Isobel is immune.

Maybe she's the key
to finding a vaccine.

I'm staying in Seattle.

I wanna go out knowing that
my life had meaning.

[Ravi] Zombie Killer Cain.
Convicted murderer of nine.

Why was I the one
in prison, Chase?

You're the mass murderer.

[Joey]
Look at him, Tommy.

Look at the way
he buttons those buttons.

Such dexterity.
Such panache. [laughs]

He looked at me.
He looked at me.

Oh, be careful, Joey.
He might've
just gotten you pregnant.

He can do that, you know.

Hey, this man saved
the Commander
from certain death.

What're you known for?

- Playing grab-ass, sir!
- Binge drinking, sir!

That man's got a portfolio
you could only dream about.

He's training cadets.

He's capturing
Zombie Killer Cain.

He's saving
the Commander's life.

And in about 20 minutes,
he'll be tucking Chase Graves
into bed. [laughs]

Does Chase like a kiss
on the forehead?

Does he have
a favorite story, or...

Damn straight,
he has a favorite story.
It's Goodnight Moon.

And he likes his kiss
on the mouth,
lots of tongue.

Mmm. And I mean this...
You guys are all dicks.

Ooh, you were hoping
for some hoopla?

Find the new Renegade for me.

Then you'll get
your Star Warsending.

You and Chewie and Han
collecting your medals.

Holy hell, Lillywhite,

you can get away with murder
around here.

Already have.
More than once.

[sighs]
Times are good, my friend.

Our product
is selling like hotcakes.

Our product?
I don't even know
who I'm working for.

You work for me.
You get paid, don't you?

Barely.

In case you haven't noticed,
I am tremendously popular
around here.

I have the Commander's ear.

When am I gonna move up
a tax bracket or two?

- Well, aren't you
the ambitious one?
- Uh-huh.

[Isobel] Robbie like
wrote the book on...

Her mom's not gonna like it.

No. She's not.

"Hey, Mom.
I'm the only person
in the world

who can't turn into a zombie.

I'm going to die
in a strange city,

surrounded by people
you don't know,

poking around my body,
then poking around my corpse

to see if they can make
a vaccine."

Isobel could be the key
to creating a vaccine

that could prevent
every human
on the planet

from catching
the zombie virus.

As difficult
as this is for her,

it's the responsible
thing to do.

It's the adult thing to do.

Ravi? My mom
wants to speak to you.

[whispers] Oh, God.
No, not me.
Liv, you do it.

I believe taking that
phone call
is the adult thing to do.

[sighs]

Give it to me.

[clears throat]
Hi, Mrs. Bloom.

Yes, ma'am.

Yes, I will
absolutely look after her.

Yes. To the...
To the very best
of my abilities.

Thank you.
Good night, ma'am.

[Ravi sighs]

I can't help noticing
that you have

all six seasons of Zombie High
on a shelf in there.

Yeah.

- Is it any good?
- Is it any good?

It's only the best
Zom-Com-Rom-Dram on TV.

I went in thinking
I wasn't going to like it.

- He's a snob.
- But there's always a great

plot twist around the corner.
I find the characters
so winning.

- So self-aware.
- Exactly.

They react to absurd situations
almost exactly like we would.

- You up for binging it?
- Sign me up.

Peyton's been basically living
at the mayor's office
since the Baracus murder.

I'm so in.

Hot guys
taking off their shirts
for seemingly no reason at all.

How could that be bad?

-I'm sorry,
I love Shane LeBeau.
-[groans]

The way he gobbles scenery.

I know he'supposed to be
the Big Bad,

but I end up rooting for him,

even though he's doing
truly vile things.

[laughs hysterically]

A cure?
For zombie-ism?

I can't even imagine
such a thing.

Spare me.
We know you've seen
the Baracus video.

Which video?

The one where he's shot dead.
Through the heart.

Which is how humans die.
Not how a zombies die.

I'm surprised
I missed that one.

The mayor's dead,
you say?

You really buried the lead.

How is there a meeting
in my office

that didn't make it
onto my calendar app?

Yeah, speaking of calendars,
the mayor's indicated

that he'd be
at The Scratching Post
the night he was murdered.

Plus, after eating
the mayor's brain,

I've had so many
disgusting visions
of the back of this place,

I'm considering a lobotomy.

Eye of the beholder, lady.

What was the mayor doing here
the night he was murdered?

- Eating. Drinking.
- Being merry.

[Baracus]
I'm human again!
I'm human again!

[gasps]

She's back.

Either of you into weird
sex party masks?

I'm surprised
I don't have mine on.

Which one of you owns a 9mm
with a suppressor?

Not I, said the fly.

Not me, said the flea.

You boys are heading
for a fall.

I hope I'm the one
who gets to do the pushing.

[theme music playing]

[all cheering]

Starting a family at 21
wasn't exactly
how I drew it up,

but Leah said
she was pregnant,

and suddenly
"how I drew it up"
didn't matter anymore.

You gonna
make an honest woman of her?

A week from today.

Just a courthouse thing,
but we're heading
to Mickey's Hi-Hat afterwards.

I mean, anyone
who isn't offended

by a cash bar
reception is welcome.

We're so happy for you, Curtis.

And I think we may have
a secret slush fund

for broke-ass coyotes'
wedding receptions.

- [all cheering]
- Yes, we do.

You have any names
picked out yet?

Uh, nothing weird, okay?

No "Walnut."
Or "Cricket." Or "Cue Ball."

How 'bout something cool,
like, "Levon?"

You know,
after the kid's father.

Oh, gross.

I mean, what're you?
Like, 50?

- Ouch.
- [Curtis chuckles]

Speaking of adding
to the family,
are we looking to grow?

Always, why do you ask?

- I know a guy.
- A guy you trust?

If I didn't trust him,
I wouldn't tell you about him.

Bring him in.

All right.
Meet our next clients.

[indistinct voices on TV]

[squelching]

[man groaning on TV]

[man coughing on TV]

[man 1 on TV] Don't you die!

[man 2 on TV] I'm scared.
[man 1] Don't you die on me!

[girl on TV] The zombie
didn't scratch me.
[man on TV] Put the gun away.

- [gunshot on TV]
- Oh!

I'm right on top of this guy,
Lieutenant.

He's sweating.
I can feel it.

Give me a few more days.

Yeah, well, take my badge then,
you desk-hugging, kiss-ass.

Yeah?

Well, those are the rules
I play by.

Father, you in?

Forgive me, Father,
for I have sinned.

It's been one week
since my last confession.

And I gotta be
straight with you,

I haven't demonstrated
much personal growth
since last we spoke.

You know the weird
sex stuff we talked about?

Yeah, I'm having a tough time
giving that up.

Not sure that it's in me.

And I, uh...

Oh, this one's not great.

[sighs]

I super glued this guy's,
uh, buttocks to a toilet seat.

To be fair, the guy's a turd.
A real turd, Father.

Lots of Lord's name in vains,

and you know me
and impure thoughts. And...

I might as well confess
to this,

get it out of the way,

I'm working on this score.

I could retire on this, Father.

What do they say in Hamilton?
I'm not throwin' away my...

[gunshot]

[Ravi whistles]

Gut shot. Three times.

Detective Benedetto
didn't just die,
he died hard.

Hmm.

My expert medical opinion
is that he died hard, too.

Mmm.

And such
beautiful weather today,
would you say...

Yes. It was a good day
to die hard.

You two done?

Benedetto was tracking
a dangerous felon
named Albert Ghansu.

Ghansu used to be partners
with our old friend,
Anthony Jin.

- Blue Cobra A.J.?
- The very one.

The one you beat
the hell out of.

When you were
on Kung Fu brain.

The Boot Party murder.

And then we let the guy out

because he provided information
about James Weckler's murder.

Turns out AJ and another
Cobra member, Bi Li Xiong,

AKA "Fleabag",
helped Ghansu with a heist

that netted
a quarter-mil in jewels.

Fleabag?

Do you think
there was
an isolated incident

where the man had fleas,
or does he always have them

and everyone's
just accepted it?

I assumed that he had a taste
for cheap motels.

Benedetto put Ghansu away
for the heist three years ago.

Ghansu reportedly
stashed the loot
before getting locked up.

Last week,
Ghansu escaped from county.

Now all three of these
guys are on the street,

and I'm willing to bet
one of these guys
killed Benedetto.

Guess it's time I fix myself
a little snack.

You gotta ask yourself
one question.

Do I feel hungry?
Well, do ya, punk?

I'll come back down
and check in with you in...

48 hours.

Oh, come on.

That's too soon.

How about another 48 hours?

There it is.

[sighs]

I didn't feel like cooking.

Unforeseen tidings

in regards
to the Baracus assassination.

My search for the auspices
of the Bitcoin auction

for those zombie cures
is at an impasse.

You seemed pretty confident
you were gonna be able to
figure out who was behind it.

Borderline braggy.

Whoever set up this auction

is the Cezanne
of the Digital Age.

He is a virtuoso.

A genius with no peers.

[vocalizing]

Are you dumb for doing this?
Or am I dumb for watching?

I stretched out my shirt.
Whatever.

With the money we're raking in,

shirts mean nothing to me now.

We could buy Shirt Island!

We could pay scientists

to genetically engineer
a shirt-tree for us.

- Thanks, Chef.
- [chef] You're welcome, sir.

God's mercy provided
and the people were fed.

Look at this place.

[Angus] On the lips
of every zombie
in Seattle,

you've become
quite the successful
businessman.

If your mother
were alive today...

- Maybe we shouldn't.
- ...she would have loved this.

The two of us sharing meals.
Conversing.

When will you finally accept
my invitation
to join us at the church?

Soon.

I don't know
if you've been keeping up
with the news.

News beyond the wall
doesn't hold much interest
for me anymore.

It should.

Do you want
your flock to survive?

I want zombies to survive.

I want our faith
to survive.

I would love
to be there to see

all of my prophecies
come true,

but I fear
that's not my fate.

I am merely the Baptist John.

Is that so?

And where should
we be looking
for Zombie Jesus?

[laughs]

You shouldn't laugh, son.

I hear your voice,

and I hear echoes
of the voice of God.

Which window?

Second story.

You really think
Fleabag killed Benedetto?

Not really.
Fleabag is a safe cracker,
a burglar.

No violence of any kind
on his record.

But I figure he knows
where Ghansu is.

Why're you chewing
that nicotine gum?

- I'm trying to quit.
- You don't smoke.

Then why am I dying
for a ciggie?

I don't know what to do
with my hands.

You and Michelle
knockin' boots, yet?

[coughs]

I'm not doing this dance
with you, Liv.

Hand stuff?

Look, we kissed.
The night of the lock-down.

- I knew it!
- It's complicated.

Look, I love Dale, but...

I've also been
thinking about

how every future
I've imagined for myself

had kids in it.

I wanna be a dad, Liv.

With a human like Michelle,
that can happen.

They're not letting
zombies adopt,

so, you know, with Dale,

that means no kids ever.

Uh, kids suck.
You don't want them
in this line of work.

Oh, I love this song.

[man on radio]
Radio 80,
all '80s, all the time.

[Liv] Hold down the fort.

I wanna grill up
a salmon tonight.

I'm gonna check out
their selection.

Don't bring a fish
back in this car, Liv!

- [music continues on radio]
- [cell phone chimes]

Ha!

[laughs]

[laughs]

Hey!

Dang!

Liv! Stop!

[Liv] Where's Ghansu?

[Fleabag] I don't know
what you're talking about!

[Liv] Don't lie to me,
ya little sewer rat!

[Fleabag] Okay! Okay!
He's with Rosalie! Rosalie!

I just got off the phone
with the Chief of Police.

Did he love it?

No! "Benedetto brain" or not,

what's on that tape
is unacceptable.

Dale, it won't happen again.

No, it won't.
Liv's suspended.

Que?

You're not to leave
this building

or participate in field work
of any kind

- for the foreseeable future.
- What?

I'm going to need
your suspension paperwork

completed
by the end of the day.

I've also included
the SPD rules of conduct,

as the Chief thought
you might need a refresher.

You're gonna find
that this city needs me
more than I need it.

[S. Cavanaugh exclaims
in delight]

I'm sorry.
Stubbed my toe.

- I'll get those.
- Uh-huh.

[Zombie High actress on TV]
No, Parker! Don't do it!

Yeah, Parker.
It's a dumb idea.

[Parker on TV]
Somebody has to.
It might as well be me.

[Isobel and Ravi] No!

[Isobel and Ravi sigh]

Good one.

Okay, Liv.

Kill, eat, marry.
Parker, Ben, Henry.

Ooh, good one.

Marry Ben. Eat Henry
for the pilot's license

incredibly useful
after a zombie apocalypse.

- Of course.
- Naturally.

I'd eat James.

I think you'd have
all those memories of sex
with Jenna.

- I hadn't considered that.
- [chuckles softly]

And kill Parker, I guess.

No! Parker's
way too hot to kill.

They're all too hot.
It's like the Kobayashi Maru.

- In Star Trek, when...
- [groans]

Marry Parker. Eat Ben

for the ability to fix
small electronic devices alone.

Kill Henry.

But mostly, marry Parker.

[groans] You know what,
I met Parker

when I was working
on that Zombie Highcase.

Tell me everything.

He burned with the intensity
of a thousand suns.

That is so Parker.

Come on, let's go to bed.

You don't have to fake yawn.

You can just choose
to go back to the bedroom.

No judgment.

Well, then...

- To bed!
- Okay.

- Another one?
- Sure.

Uh-oh. Tonal shift.
What's wrong?

- I'm gonna die.
- I've heard.

I just thought there might be
more to it.

Yeah, well,
I'm just thinking

of all the stuff
I'm gonna miss out on.

You know,
going to college.

Winning a Nobel Prize.

Falling in love.
Having sex.

Let me stop you right there.
Sex? Totally overrated.

Is that why you wait up
until 2:00 a.m. for Peyton
to come home?

Because sex
is "totally overrated"?

I wait up
for the companionship.

Sex itself?
It's a bit of a chore,
if you must know.

[Liv laughing indistinctly]

[Ravi clears throat]

A chore. Got it.

Oh, no. It's the crap episode
of Zombie High

where it's clear,
the show ran out of money,

so everything cool happens
off-screen

and the characters
just talk about it afterwards.

You should've seen it, Liv!
I show up at Rosalie's,

and guess who opens the door
a crack when I knock?

Anthony Jin!
And he books it!

I kick down the door
and chase him up
the fire escape to the roof.

A.J.'s running toward
the edge of the roof,

and I see someone
has laid down these planks
over the alley,

kind of a makeshift bridge
to the next building.

Know what I do?

- You shoot the planks.
- Damn straight I do.

I shoot the first one, bang!

But A.J. decides
he's gonna try his luck
with the remaining plank,

and he takes his first step.

Guess what I say?

"One more step,
and it'll be planks
for the memories?"

Really? You think
I'd say something like that.

I would.

I said, "Stop!

I don't want to kill you,
and you don't wanna die!"

That's not bad, huh?

"Derivative", but whatever.

You got our old friend A.J.
in there?

Let's do this.

The lieutenant said
you couldn't leave
the building.

Interrogations might
be a gray area,
so be cool in there.

- Cool is my middle...
- Stop.

- You, again.
- Shut up, scumbag.

What's with the gum?

It's a signal.
I'm bad cop.

Let me handle this.

Not sure if you heard
that Detective Benedetto
is dead.

- Then there is a god.
- [Clive] Liv.

You're old running buddy
Albert Ghansu
busted out of the county jail.

He has your jewels,
doesn't he?

What jewels
are you referring to?

So explain why you were
at his girlfriend's place?

I heard there was a reward
for information
leading to his arrest.

I wanted to get in on that.

I've changed, officers.

What does my P.O. say?

- He says you've been
a model ex-con.
- That's right.

The dirtiest person involved
in all of this
was Benedetto.

He didn't want to
arrest anybody.
He wanted the loot.

The loot you don't know about.

Checkmate, butt-wad.

You see, when a parole officer
starts talking

about a skell
changing his ways,

all that says to me
is that he's on
to an even bigger score.

I didn't kill Benedetto!

- [grunts]
- Why'd you run then?

Hard habit to break.

We're not finished.
Sit down.

Super glue?
Are you crazy, man?

[gasps]

Tell us about Benedetto

making you sit on a toilet seat
covered in super glue.

What?

He figured I heard from Ghansu.
But I hadn't.

You want my alibi
for Benedetto's murder,
check with County Hospital.

They'll have a record
of me there.

Trying to get a toilet seat
off my ass.

[laughs]
If that's true,
I'll bet they remember it.

Stay put.

So, how about
you stop playin' footsie

and tell me
where I can find Ghansu.

What are you doing?

Well, look here.

Seems like
I'm not a cop anymore.

Now we're just two guys
having a conversation.

Start talkin'
or things could get ugly.

You're a zombie. I get it.

You were a zombie
when we tussled.

That's how
you knew Kung Fu.

And that's the only reason
you beat me.

I might not know
Kung Fu anymore,
but I know Brooklyn.

Tick tock, A.J.
Tick tock.

Oh, no. Thank you.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Clive, let me
mess him up.

We'll say
he fell down the stairs.

- His alibi checks out.
- [groans]

He was at the hospital
when Benedetto was murdered.

And where the hell
did you get a gun?

My dad died in jail
last year.

- Who gives a flying...
- Liv.

That ain't gonna be me.

It doesn't need to be, A.J.

I wanna be good.

Hey, Clive.
You're not buying
all this, are you?

Ghansu'll be at Emerald Downs
racetrack this Friday.

He can't stay away
from the ponies.

Hey. Ravi Shakes.
How's it hangin'?

[Ravi on phone]
Not so well, actually.

Isobel just sent me a photo
of herself and Davis Crawford

who you might know better
asZombie High's

zombie-slayin' heart breaker,
Parker Cole.

That worked out? Good.

What do you mean,
"that worked out?"

You heard how much
she liked him, right?

I made a few phone calls.

Tell them a dying girl
wants to hang
with her TV crush

and bada bing, bada bang.
He's taking her out tonight.

Liv. Isobel told me
she was sad

that she was
never going to have sex.

Wouldn't you be?

Oh, you don't think
she might...

Isobel's mother told me
she trusted me

to look out for her.

Do me a favor and text me
as soon as they get home.

No can do.
I'm staying at Levon's tonight.

Hello?

[Angus] I carry no ill will
toward humans.

My heart aches for them.

How sad to wake up
each morning afraid to die

when death is a glorious gift.

[congregation]
Glorious gift.

[Angus] Zombies
are the liberated ones.

In our great hall,
gluttony is no sin.

We shall eat eagerly,

and we shall eat
as much as we
damn well please!

- Amen.
- [congregation] Amen!

Today is a special day
for me, my friends.

Today we're joined by my son.

Hey, that's you.
You're a star.

Blaine, stand up.
Be recognized.

My son has grown up
to be a huge success,

despite my being
an absentee-father-at-best.
More aptly, an ogre.

But I want to make that
up to him.

Elder Jones?

Better be a pro
sports franchise

if he wants to make up
for all those lost years.

No such luck.

[Angus] Please give FrauBader
a warm welcome.

Isn't that the old hag
that made you clean floor
with your tongue?

FrauBader has served loyally
in my household
for the past three decades.

She was always
a God-fearing woman

who feared
for my immortal soul.

Get a load of me now.
Can you believe it?

I'm so happy for you.

But FrauBader
was a sinner.

She abused my only son.

I trusted you.
I paid you generously.

I turned a blind eye,
even though I knew
you were hurting my son.

My son who feeds
our fellow zombies
out of kindness and decency.

The boy needed
to be disciplined.

- He was a child!
- He was a monster!

And what is so wrong
with monsters?

[whimpers]

[speaking in tongues]

[Bader speaking German]

[in English] Our hearts ache
for the living.

But alas,
so do our bellies.

God loves you.
He means it.

Chow!

[Bader screams]

Probably not even his cat.

Probably not even his mom.

[clears throat]
All right, then.

Why don't we
wrap this up here?

You're 12 minutes past
New Seattle curfew.

Seriously, dude...
You standing there.
It's weird.

I should go inside now.

You shan't be
seeing her again.

You mean...
Because I'm dying?

No. What? I...
That's not what I...

Good night.

And he'll get over it.
So, call me.

I'm not dead, yet.

Isobel.

You are
the coolest person...

You had me worried sick!

I've been scrolling
through that boy's Instagram

and I don't like
what I've seen.

He's an actor, Isobel.

He's pathological need
for validation,

for recognition, for fame...

It makes genuine
human interaction
nearly impossible.

- Thank you for caring, Ravi.
- Of course.

- So how was it?
- Perfection.

- Well, that's nice to...
- And I checked off

a lot of stuff
from my bucket list.

- Like what?
- You know.

You're joking.

Ravi.
Of course, I am.

[sighs]

- Or am I?
- Are you?

- I am.
- Good.

Or am I?

[knocking at door]

There is always
some sort of
foul odor

in these human neighborhoods,
don't you think?

Not really.

[clears throat]

You know who I am?

[exhales] I was patient,
don't you think?

I didn't make human smuggling
a capital crime

until months of warnings
did nothing to stem the tide.

Then I set up a guillotine
in the middle of the city

and I warned human smugglers
that this was their fate
if they broke the law.

Did that stop them?

Did they take me seriously?
Nope.

And then I followed through
and I executed Renegade One.

That slowed human importation.

For a while. But here we are,
back at an all time high.

Now I know
you're not Renegade.

You're human.
You're not scratching anyone.

Please. Just scratch me.

Maybe.

You'll need to help us out
a bit first.

You have a choice, here,
you know.

You can tell me
who this new Renegade is,

or I will shoot you
through your heart,

then my friend
and I will eat your brain

and wait for a vision
to show us
what we want to know.

Why don't you just tell us
who you're working for?

All I wanted was
to be a zombie.

Brother Love promised
that if I brought
ten humans into Seattle,

he would scratch me.

Please. I need to be saved.

Why would Brother Love
want to bring humans
into Seattle?

Because when zombies
begin to starve,
they'll see a light.

They'll see that
humans are food
put on this earth

for zombies to consume.

I need to pee.

Brother Love?
That's a new one.

- What've you heard?
- Well...

They say his followers
are fanatics.

I don't know anything
about what he preaches.

Oh, this is the church
Lillywhite told me about.

Why don't you check it out?
See what you think.

I think he's lying, anyway.

He gave us this name
too easily.

Save your appetite,

I suspect we'll be having
coyote brain for dinner.

There doesn't seem to be
any pattern here.

Isobel's body rejected
all the expected pathogens.

These could be the results
for any kid.

I was hoping I'd find
irregularities, but no.

A month wasted.

You had to start here.

Who knows how much time
we'll have.

She's donating her body.
So we'll have time after...

How old is that actor,
Davis?

Two years older than Isobel.
He's 18.

Sure. That's what it says
in his press clippings,

but actors lie,
about everything.
Especially age.

I told you I saw them kissing.
Hands. Tongues.

Bodies pressed together.
The whole shebang.

Good. You're here.

Is something wrong?

Fillmore-Graves
captured Curtis.

You know where
he's being held?

No idea.

- [sighs]
- [clears throat]

Just before I came in,
I heard Major on the phone,

talking about emergency
guard duty tonight.

Is your hide-a-key
still in the same place?

Liv. Are you sure
we should...

You don't think we should do
everything we can
to save Curtis?

Same place. Yeah.

Come on.
I'm parked by the loading dock.

Be careful.

Can you please make sure
the word gets out?

The entry point
must be compromised.

Will do.

Hey there, Little Fox.
It's Jolly Green.

Donnie Darko
is off the board.

No more low road to China.

- Ravi!
- Gotta go.

You'll never guess
what happened.

Oh, what happened to you?

- Liv around?
- Just left.

Damn. She would've loved
to hear this.

You were telling me about
why you're wet.

I caught up with Ghansu
in his hotel suite.

I wait until he orders up
a burger.

Then I cruise in,
riding a room service trolley.

He pulls a gun,

and we both go shooting
over his balcony

ass over tea kettle
into a pool

three stories down.

[sighs]

Who's Ghansu?

Hmm.

Oh, Clive. I'm kidding.

Did his gun match the one
from the Benedetto murder?

Yes.

That's an amazing story, Clive.

[Clive]
Don't patronize me.

[organ playing]

[indistinct chatter]

Humans, humans everywhere,

and not a brain to eat?

Does that seem fair to you?

[congregation] No!

Do they understand
the sacrifice

we make every single day?
They spurn us.

They expel
their zombie children

and their zombie elderly
out of their homes

because we disgust them,
and, yet...

Do they thank us
for that sacrifice we make?

Each time one of them
passes on the sidewalk,

and we don't
bash their skulls in

and rip that which sates
our primal hunger?

- [congregation] No!
- No.

The well is hell.

[congregation]
Hell is the well!

[organ playing]

♪ Amazing grace ♪

♪ How sweet the sound ♪

[Liv] Four zombies in there.
And Curtis.

They got him
in that room there.

Maybe If I go full-on zombie,
I can bend those bars.

If it's a Fillmore-Graves'
safe house,

don't you think
they already thought of that?

Besides, they're gonna
hear you break the window.

Not if you do what I ask.

- [car alarm wailing]
- [honks]

- Hit me.
- Sorry?

While they're distracted.
Hurry!

For the record,
I don't like this.

My nonnahits harder than that.

- [groans]
- Whoa.

Are you as turned on right now
as I am?

[groans, panting]

[horn honking]

It's not working, Liv.

[panting]

Come on, Liv.
You know what we need to do.

You can't let them
eat my brain.

You're getting married
and having a baby.

I knew the risks.
She knew the risks.

Oh. I told them
Brother Love was Renegade.

Maybe bought us
a little time.

Smart.
You're a smart kid.

Go!

[Major] Commander.

[sighs] Yes?

I'm afraid
I have bad news.

What is it?

Our prisoner was turned
into a zombie last night.

How is that possible?

Someone knew where he was.

They broke a window to his room
and scratched him.

And the sound
of a breaking window
failed to alert any of you?

We assume whoever did it,
set off one of our car alarms.

My car alarm.

And used the cover of the alarm
to get the job done.

Everyone take out
their cell phones right now
and unlock them

I want to know if any of you
might've sent a signal.
Unlock that.

[knocks at door]

Who loves ya, baby?

- Where's the boss?
- This way.

Hey.
Sorry, I'm late.

Crazy couple of days.

Tell me about it.

[Major]
You put a tracker
on my pocket?

You could have
gotten me killed!

Did you even consider that?

You're too close
to Fillmore-Graves, Major.

You're a true believer.
You wouldn't understand.

How the hell are you
even involved
with a coyote?

A coyote who works
for the biggest human smuggler
in the city, no less.

Look, I know that you smuggled
a kid out of the city,

- but I had...
- Hey, buddy.

I think you need to leave.

- Levon...
- Who are you?

He's one of the good guys.
That's who he is.

Isobel.
I've got this. Okay?

I remember you.
From the morgue.

And you were
at the execution.

You two huddled up.
And I watched you,

and I thought,
"What are they doing?"

And you know the word
that popped into my head?

Conspiring.
That's what they're doing.

Conspiring.
Isn't that weird?

You're her, aren't you?
You're Renegade.

[exhales]

Of course, you are.

Seattle needed a hero,
and guess who volunteered.

The girl who can't find meaning
in her life any other way.

This is gonna
get you killed, Liv.

But, hey, you were
willing to get me killed, too.

And for who?
For that guy, Curtis? Huh?

Who is he to you?
Was he worth risking my life?

It's time for you to go, buddy.

[Isobel screams]

[grunts]

Get out! Just go!

Go!

[door slams shut]