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Previously on iZombie...

The rumors that our own
men are skimming brains

and selling them on the black market.

There is one name I know.

Russ Roche.

I want you to buddy up to him.

Liz, stop!

You're suspended, you are
not to leave this building

or participate in field work of any kind

for the foreseeable future.

What?

Come on, Liz, you can't
let them eat my brain.

Our prisoner was turned
into a zombie last night.

Someone knew where he was.

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

This is gonna get you killed, Liv.

Isobel could be the key
to creating a vaccine

that could prevent every human
on the planet from catching

the zombie virus.

I'm gonna die, I wanna go out
knowing that my life had meaning.

_

It's basically Party Central.

The booze, the drugs.

Honestly, Mom, it's a lot of
work having so much fun.

Thanks for taking one
for the team, honey.

- How are you feeling?
- Oh, fine.

Biggest problem here is the noise.

Life with Liv and Peyton is pretty
much like living in a brothel.

You're probably having a hard
time even hearing me with all the

wild sex that's going on.

I mean, yeah, now that Curtis is
a zombie, Chase Graves can't eat

his brain and uncover
all the railroad's secrets,

but he can do other
things to get him to talk.

And that's all Curtis's pregnant
girlfriend can think about.

It's all I'm thinking about.

Your parents are gonna love me,

all parents do.

I'm like a tall stuffed animal
with a medical degree, you'll see.

I hope so.

It would be great if you could
check in on them while I'm in DC.

Wait, you're...

You're going to DC?

Yeah, in a couple days.

Did I forget to mention it?

Yeah, you did.

By the way, your voice goes up an
entire octave when you're being sneaky.

I'm not being sneaky.

That's two octaves.

You know how I used
to be afraid of needles?

What?

You're making that face again.

Your nose.

Oh, um...

This? This is nothing.

It's just a regular bloody nose,

not the certain death kind.

How long have you been getting these?

Um, first time.

It's nothing, really. Gotta run.
Talk later, love you.

Honey?

Isobel, are you hungry?

'Cause I'm in a waffle kind of mood.

- Isobel!
- What's wrong?

Oh, my God, is she...

Dead?

No, gotcha.

You should see your faces right now.

So angry.

So drained of blood.

Why would you do that?

Are you out of your mind?

This bloody nose, is it real?

Look, I know you're pissed,

but if you just saw my bloody nose,

you'd freak because of the whole
"I'll be dead soon" thing.

But since you thought
I was already dead,

and it turns out I'm not,

you're relieved.

Right?

It's all about context.

Right?

Synced and corrected by hawken45
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_

We have to check Isobel into a hospital.

Her opinion on the matter is irrelevant.

She's right about one thing.

All they're gonna do there is put
her in a bed until she dies.

And how are we gonna get her there?

Conk her on the head?

Mornin'!

Time to solve some murders.

We're burnin' daylight.

Sounds like someone
didn't get his flu shot.

And maybe turn into
a werewolf? No, thanks.

The murder happened
last night around 11:00

in the parking lot of Sick Puppies.

Sick Puppies?

It's a bar off 5th.

It shares a building
with a pet hospital.

Looks like blunt force
trauma to the head.

Oh, thank you, Doctor.

Do you mind if I render
an opinion so all those years

at medical school don't feel wasted?

Man, she's got pretty big hair.

And a pretty big penis.

I guess all that medical
schooling did pay off.

Meet Vince.

He was at an office retirement
party for his boss,

where some of the workers did
a little "skit".

He played the part of Sheila,
the very real head of HR.

Apparently, he got a lot of laughs.

And enough blunt force trauma to
tear his carotid artery in half.

What did Sheila think
of his performance?

His co-workers said that
she was not amused.

Sounds like we have our first suspect.

More than 40% of our brains aren't
making it to our distribution centers.

The theft happens after the trucks

with the brain tubes
leave the packaging plant,

but before they get to the
distribution centers.

We may, however, have a solution.

What are those?

High-tech crates.

Manufactured by a
Japanese security firm.

If breached, they signal their location.

They look expensive.

They are. Major.

Test them out in the field.

If they work, we'll make the switch.

Yes, sir.

I said I want camera two
on sticks, not handheld!

And when he walks to stage left,

I want him backlit
like Ripley in Aliens,

when she says "Get
away from her, you bitch."

Just 'cause you ate the
brain of some jackass

who directs music videos does
not make you a director.

Actually, that's exactly what it means.

That's how it works.

What's all this?

This is for you, Mr. Number
One on the call sheet.

We are taking you global.

These walls are not big
enough to hold you.

You sermonize, I will film-atize.

And then we will put it
out there and you will become

the spiritual leader
of the New World Order.

I'm already the spiritual
leader of the New World Order.

We're just letting
everybody else know that.

Lieutenant, I know you're busy,

but just one more time, please.

Okay, but, seriously, last time.

Oh, thanks. It is just so damn funny.

You and Michelle knockin' boots yet?

No, not this.

The part where Liv
beats the dude with the fish.

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

Hand stuff?

Look, we kissed,
the night of the lockdown.

I knew it.

It's complicated.

Look, I love Dale, but...

I just realized, I'm late for a thing.

Show me later.

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'd mean no kids... Ever.

_

Look, I love to laugh.

I just didn't think Vince was funny.

I'm an easy target.

I run HR, everybody hates HR,

but I don't hold grudges.

Although, I will say Vince is certainly
a cheeky one to make fun of people,

with all his problems.

- What problems are those?
- He's a crazy germophobe.

The guy won't touch a doorknob,

and then there's the
constant hand scrubbing.

And with this flu going around?

Please, if Vince was here, he'd
be crawling out of his skin.

Sorry I'm late.

With all the hacking and sneezing,

trying to get through town is
like ice-skating on a Petri dish.

What did I miss?

Sheila here was expressing
her displeasure

with Vince's portrayal of her.

But not enough to kill him, my God!

Listen, you look like me, you get pretty
used to guys staring at your boobs.

Come on.

If you're not gonna let me buy you a
shot, then let me buy you a beer.

Come on, be a little friendlier.

Dude, that's a dude.

Bet you think you're real funny,
don't you, huh? You piece of...

What?

We need to talk to number 25

on the Sick Puppies softball team.

I'll track down a roster.

There's a lot of love out there.

And you're the man with the plan.

You're gonna kill tonight, baby,
but don't actually kill anybody,

because people are gonna see this.

That was a joke, of course.

But seriously, don't.

Don't kill anyone.

- Let's begin.
- I love that enthusiasm.

Just one small thought.

Instead of starting at a ten,

maybe you can start at a three or four,

and then build to a ten.

Just one man's opinion.

- Sam?
- Yes, Mr. E?

Hit it.

New theme music. My idea.

You're welcome.

Answer me this, brothers and sisters.

Does the rabbit tell the wolf
when it can be eaten?

No!

Or you can start on a ten.

Medical examiner, huh?

That must be a tough gig right now.

Everyone's dead, but nobody's dying.

If those damn zombies have their way,
you're gonna be out of work really soon.

The spaghetti is

so good, isn't it, Bill?

Yes, dear, it is.

And you don't have to
redirect my conversation

like I'm some kind of toddler,

Emily.

Look, I like you.

You're a hell of a lot more
engaging and personable

than Peyton's usual boyfriends.

Okay. Dad, we're not doing this, okay?

My God, Peyton, I'm giving
the man a compliment.

I'd much rather you settle
for an ME with personality

than an actual doctor with none.

Judge Charles...

I am an actual doctor, and you're
not giving me a compliment.

You're taking a dig at me to get
a rise out of your daughter,

and I want it to stop. Now.

These meatballs sure are tasty.

And you can bet when the time arrives,

they'll come with their pitchforks,

they'll come with their torches...

Are you crying because of the
medical condition, or because

it moved you to tears?

The condition, but I did think
that Angus was powerful.

And the cut? What do you think?

The zoom in the last shot
felt unmotivated.

Unmotivated zoom...

Screw you.

I'm not gonna sit here and take film
criticism from some weeping monster.

You asked my opinion.

I'm sorry, I'm just fragile.
This is my baby.

It's upload time.

Right after we add some hashtags.

Hashtag zombie, hashtag apocalypse.

Sure.

I mean, we want people to see it.

So...

Hashtag lesbians, hashtag twins,

hashtag badonkadonk,
hashtag bodacious tatas.

It's disrespectful, Don E.

Women with large breasts
are born that way.

Yeah, some of them.

Fine.

Forgot your progressive views on such
things, but badonkadonk is fine.

We're live.

Well, I'll be back in a few days.

While I'm gone, Ravi said he'll pop
over and see how you're doing.

Feed us our formula, change our
diapers, that kind of thing?

Exactly, although I draw
the line at burping.

You may just have to remain gassy.

And, hey, with Mom, you know,
volunteering, and your back...

Remember what happened
last time your back went out?

I do, I do.

- And you refuse to wear a...
- Of course, I didn't.

Don't even say it. You
think I'll wear a medical...

- I'm not an old man.
- Okay.

It's very nice of you to offer, Ravi.

Yes, thank you.

You know, Peyton, um... I'm glad
you brought up your trip to DC,

because actually, um...

Your mother and I...

We want to talk to you about it.

Guys, it's my job, I have to go.

I'll be perfectly safe.

We're not asking you to cancel the trip.

Oh.

Good.

We came here to tell you
that when you get to DC...

Stay.

Just don't ever come back to Seattle.

Why in the world would I do that?

Because there is a faction out there

that wants to stop all the
brain shipments to this city.

They want the humans and
monsters to fight it out,

and they say if the humans win, great.

But if the zombies win,
they're gonna nuke the city.

So either way, you are better off
anywhere outside those walls.

I know that, Dad. I'm going to DC to
try and prevent that from happening.

This is going to end badly.

- Stay away.
- I appreciate your concern...

But this is out of the question!

With the Mayor dead...

Killed by a zombie, no doubt.

Until a new mayor is elected,

I am, for all intents and
purposes, running the city.

Ravi, talk some sense into them.

Honestly, I agree with them.

Once you leave, I don't think
you should come back.

It's not safe here.

That's my boy.

I told you this man was a keeper.

Listen to him, Peyton, please.

So, I'll grab some food
before you go home?

I was thinking Al-Shabaz kebabs.

Come in, please close the door.

"Close the door."

Sounds serious.

You must really hate kebabs.

We need to end this thing, Clive.

Break up?

We gave it our best.

We really did.

Dale...

I met someone else.

That was against the rules.

Yeah, um...

Well...

Do you have something that you could do?

For a couple of hours, so I
could go over to your place

and clear out my stuff?

_

I'm a boob man,

what can I say?

I'd had a few too many, I thought I was
talking to a hot chick with a big rack.

You're a guy, you know how it goes.

Clive?

Oh, I'm sorry, I was just, um...

What were you saying?

Someone broke up with you?

Uh, no.

We were talking about how
Ron was hitting on Vince,

until your buddies started
razzing you about it.

Were you feeling humiliated?

- It wasn't my best moment.
- You were furious, weren't you?

Which is why you called
the victim a piece of...

Ah, ah...

No. No.

God.

I think her point is you
had motive to kill Vince.

I wasn't that motivated.

Besides, I saw the guy
that punched Vince.

That's probably your killer.

Vince was killed by a blow to the head.

Oh.

Well, in that case, I saw the murder.

Yeah, I was headed out to my car,

and I see the son
of a bitch that I just hit on,

and then I see his or her exact double.

He must've seen Vince and Sheila.

Are you mansplaining
the case to me, Detective?

I'm up to speed.

Ugh.

Go on.

At first, I thought I was seeing
double 'cause, you know, beers.

One of them was your dead guy

trying to get into his car.

And the other was, I guess, a real lady.

Real Lady was getting picked
up by a big dude in a Cutlass.

He sees your victim and he
yells out, "It's not funny,

you bleeping bleep.

"It's demeaning."

Dead Guy gets in his car real quick.

He did not wanna mess with Big Guy.

Big Dude and Big Guy?

Same person.

Then, when Dead Guy
is safely in his car,

he flipped off Big Dude in the Cutlass.

Big Dude gets out of his car,
marches over to Dead Guy

while he's trying to get
the engine turned over

and punches him through the window.

Through the window.

Probably a zombie raging out.

Did you see his eyes?

No, I was behind him.

Well, it says here
that Sheila is married.

We should see how big that husband is.

Are you ready to visit our
next culinary destination?

Yesterday, pizza took us to the
mob-ruled shores of Sicily.

Today, we visit the mysterious Orient.

Isobel.

You are so easy.

Yeah. Hilarious.

Look, I know this is just
your coping mechanism,

but would you mind picking one not
quite so heart attack-y for me?

I'm almost out of time.

No.

He's out of time.

You're still movin' and groovin'.

Look,

think of me as your, uh, personal genie

with no magical abilities, of course.

Tell me your heart's fondest desire.

Teach me how to drive?

Oh.

The genie was not expecting that.

But, in spite of the fact that putting
a teenager with very little to lose

in charge of a 4,000-pound vehicle

with me inside is
objectively terrifying...

Your wish is my command.

Oh.

Oh, and unlimited wishes.

Damn.

Should've thought of that first.

So has our friend Russ
Roche taken the bait?

He has.

He says it's time for me
to meet his boss.

Be careful.

Commander. You need to see this.

The only creature more
despicable than a human

is a zombie who murders other zombies!

These infidels go by

the name of Fillmore Graves,

because they want to fill
more graves with you,

brothers and sisters.

They have the guns,

but we've got God on our side.

This went up last night.

It's blowing up.

Oh, boy.

We'll treat humans like chattel
and slaughter them like cattle.

We'll breed them like cattle

and bread them like cutlets.

If there's a zombie out there

who's feeling sorry for himself,

you don't deserve the honor of
joining the ranks of the undead!

We are stronger. We are faster.

And we are blessed by God.

It's time to take what's ours.

Humans may look
like us, but they are not us

because they were born to die.

Hey, just wanted to say goodbye.

I'm headed off on my little
goodwill trip to Washington.

They paint "Z's" on our doors.

- The humans...
- What's this?

They do it because they're waiting, too.

And you can bet,

when the time arrives, they'll
come with their pitchforks.

They'll come with their
torches and their shotguns.

And God speaks to me, and he
says, "Why wait for that day?"

"Take the fight to them!"

Take it to them!

Take it to them!

Enjoy your goodwill trip, honey.

This certainly puts a kink in my "we
can all live in harmony" speech.

Knock 'em dead.

Uh, just...

Germophobe brain, so...

Okay.

Really, you two?

I'm coming back, I swear.

You'll hardly know I'm gone.

_

Isobel?

Peyton left you a gift for
your first driving lesson.

It's a lucky rabbit's foot key chain

from a very unlucky rabbit.

Fine.

I'll just throw out the key chain.

Have I gone to the well too many times?

You're just lucky I have a soft
spot for dark, repetitive humor.

Have you been to the processing plant

where they turn the brains into mush?

- I have.
- I don't want that for me.

I want you to have it

so that my memories can live on,

even for just a little bit.

There's nothing too exciting
in there, but I'll...

I'll have more peace of mind if you...

Congratulations.

You set a precinct record for most
tasers required to subdue a suspect.

And still managed to put two of
your officers in the hospital.

It's almost not your fault.

To a zombie like you, humans are but
weak little rag dolls, n'est-ce pas?

Yeah, let's wrap this up.

You've been arrested
for assault seven times.

You're married to the woman
the victim offended.

And we have an eyewitness
who saw you punch him,

likely the fatal blow. So why don't

you just be a man
and admit you killed him?

Take your time. I understand that
this must be upsetting for you.

Oh, hell.

I'm not upset.

These tears are a medical condition.

A man insults another man's wife,

and that man cold cocks him for it.

In what world is that a crime?

This world.

You killed the guy.

Good.

Well, that was easy.

This case is closed.

Why don't you take some acetaminophen

while I escort our
killer to the Fillmore Graves

freezer section?

I will put him between the ice cream
and the "leggo-my-Eggo" waffles, eh?

Uh-huh.

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Where is the thimblewit that
screwed up my steak dinner?

I'm Corporal Benito, ma'am. And you are?

Who am I? Who am I?

I'm the single busiest woman in Seattle,

and I did not have time
for this little detour tonight.

I'm sorry, ma'am.

I still don't know who you are.

I'm Peyton Charles,

chief of staff to the late,
great Mayor Floyd Baracus.

Now I'm the de facto acting mayor,

and I had better things to do tonight

than visit a checkpoint
outside the wall.

Of course. Pleasure to meet you, ma'am.

You're wearing the same outfit.

Good catch, Sherlock.

You broke the case wide open.

Guess what? I don't throw away
blouses every time I wear one.

Now, where's the genius down here who

won't let my forensic
accountant back into the city?

Follow me this way.

Ms. Escovido.

Come on. The city needs you back.

This is the last time we lend you out.

- Yes, ma'am.
- Is that...

Yeah, that's
the acting mayor, all right.

It's the mayor.

It's time to go get your daughter.

Ms. Mayor, I've been
here for three days.

I have a brother inside the wall.

Do you have any candy?

- Ms. Mayor.
- I really gotta go.

Ms. Mayor.

Visit the Rock and Roll Museum.

You won't regret it.

- Mayor, please.
- Don't forget to vote.

Space Needle. Best view in the city.

I really gotta go.

Uncool, Russ.

I thought I was a valued employee.

This seems like overkill.

We're here.

That was fun.

Sorry about the bag, it's just...

until we get to know each other.

- You the guy in charge?
- That's him.

Name's Major, I'm ready to be rich.

Russ says you're looking for a
man who has Chase Grave's ear

to make all your dreams come true.

Whoa, there.

You may be rich before
you leave this room,

but not until I know I can trust you.

I'm also ready to be uncuffed
and offered a drink.

Patience, dude.

First, you gotta pass a little test.

This brain is from a Russian
gang member,

a rival, who we captured and questioned.

Every time he told a lie,
we gave him the old...

We did this for weeks,
until his brain was rewired.

By the time he died, he
was, like, literally

incapable of lying.

Just like you're about be.

It's never failed us.

Mmm-mmm-mmm.

Am I gonna have to break your teeth
with a hammer to get you to eat this,

or will you be a big boy?

I'll eat it.

Just seems inhospitable, that's all.

Now chew.

And swallow.

You know how to swallow, don't you?

Just close your lips and...

Now, what?

Hmph.

Now we wait.

And then we find out whose
side you're really on.

Bring it on.

_

Has it crossed my mind?

Yeah. I mean, look how he's built.

Where does he even find
the time to work out?

But, hey, it's not like I have pictures
of Chase Graves taped up in my locker.

Okay, I think it's safe to say
the truth brain's kicked in.

Then let's get right down to it,

Are you with us or Fillmore Graves?

Fillmore Graves.

Duh.

Oh, yeah. I've been pretending to
be on your side the whole time,

just playing Russ, gaining his trust,
hoping he'd eventually bring me to you.

Which he did, because he's not
exactly Ivy League material.

Like, maybe Brown,
if he's got connections.

It's actually kind of
interesting how he did it.

See, Chase and I figured if he
announced that I was in charge of

deciding whether or not to buy
the fancy security measures,

which never even existed, by the way,

we just made them up, then
Russ would bring me to you

so you could convince me to veto it,

which is exactly what Russ
did, because Russ is a, um...

Oh, what did Chase call him?

"A dolt."

So, yeah. Short version,
I'm here to take you down.

- AJ, I had no idea. I swear!
- Shut up!

Well...

Too bad things won't work out
the way you planned, Major.

Looks like you'll never get that
gondola ride with Chase Graves

in the Grand Canal.

Actually, things worked out
exactly as I'd planned

because I swallowed a tracking
device before coming here.

And I've got cotton in my ears.

Hands in the air!

Hey, guys. Great work.

My squad's top-notch.

Three of the four of them at least.

Major, zip it.

So how do you feel?

I feel great. You were
great, that was...

Great.

You sure everything's great?

Yeah, um...

I mean, I should probably
go, though, right?

Early morning.

You could go. But that seems
like a dumb idea to me.

- Yeah?
- Mmm-hmm.

Do I need to mail you
a formal invitation?

Come here. I request the
pleasure of your company.

Knock it off already.
I know you're joking.

Isobel, I swear,
if you're playing around...

Isobel Katherine Bloom, get
your ass up off that floor!

Mom?

- I can't believe you came!
- Oh, baby.

It's so good to see you.

- Psst, you're in my shot.
- I've missed you so much.

I'm so glad you're here.

My little girl.

I told you not to do this.

Yeah, well... Tough.

Why are you dressed like Peyton?

It doesn't matter.

Nice work.

_

This, my friends,

is what it looks like when
a plan comes together.

I know what some of you cynics

might be saying. "A hundred
cases of brain tubes?

Is that all we have to show for
this operation, Commander?"

Well, you cynics would be forgetting
about the traitors we've ferreted out.

You're forgetting about your zombie
brothers and sisters who will sleep

with fuller bellies.

But most of all, you don't
know what's in these cases.

So tonight,

and just tonight,

we've got you covered.
Eat what you want!

Drink what you want. It's all on
Cobra Kai. Wait. That's not right.

What were they called? Major?
Where's Major? The man of the hour?

- The Blue Cobras.
- The Blue Cobras! That's it.

Let's hear it for Lillywhite.
He gets the job done.

Hey, DJ! Play something from the
aughts for this old soldier.

Good job, man!

Thank you.

So, what do you say we
get a picture with your team

in front of the spoils of war, huh?

We'll hang it up in the lounge.

- My squad isn't back.
- Why?

- There they are.
- Get 'em, and let's do this.

Your boys are asking for the good stuff.

And I mean, like, the really good stuff.

Whatever they want.

I like your style.

Sir, there's...
There's been an incident.

During the transport,

Russ Roche managed to get
his hands on a weapon,

and he escaped.

He what?

Sir, I swear to you,

I will personally
find him and bring him...

And whose weapon did he take?

This is my squad, sir.
It's my responsibility.

Whose weapon?

I will handle the
discipline internally, sir.

Shut that off!

I said, whose weapon was it, Lillywhite?

Mine, sir.

Sir, I swear, I will find Roche

and I will drag his ass
right back to your office.

Yes, you will.

No!

Tucker!

Tucker! Please!

Help me!

Thank you, my son.

What's he to you?

Just...

Just food, that's all.

If you're wondering why I'm dressed
like this, here's the reason.

Isobel, driving lesson time.

Oh, no.

She's in the bedroom now.

Isobel?

It's not funny anymore.

You're scaring us.

You know...

You might have them fooled.

Two of them aren't even doctors.

Now, come on.

Eyes open.

We've got work to do.

Please.

I never got to say goodbye.

There's something I shot
you two should see.

Levon?

How you think these guys'll take
it when I bite the big one?

Honestly? I think they're
gonna take it very, very hard.

- Tell them not to...
- You tell them.

Liv, Ravi.

Try not to be sad.

Nobody's been

luckier than me.

I got to meet the two of you.

And what did they say on Zombie
High when Cornelia died?

- "I'm just meat with a spark."
- " I'm just meat with a spark""

- "And then I'm not."
- " And then I'm not."

Hits you right here, doesn't it?

I love you guys.

And I always will.