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Oh, come on.
You guys cheated!

We're coming to get you,
Barbara.

All right, come on, guys.
Let's go get the other group.

Holy Shit you scared me!

Wow.
You really look dead.

I love that makeup.

Hey. Hello?

Hello? Hello?

- Y...
- She really is dead.

No. Really?
Well, come on. Do something.

Yeah, uh...

Get next to her
so I can take a picture.

What am I doing?

Here. Take one
with my phone, too.

Mm-hmm.

Uh-huh.

What the hell
is wrong with people?

I've been asking myself
that question all day.

Really? I haven't
asked myself that

since I decided
to move down to Florida.

You should have seen
the look Marisol gave me

when I walked out
of communion.

Oh, well,
Callie wasn't at all unhappy

that I dragged her away from
a $75 mimosa pancake brunch.

That's the look.

- You sure she's not mad at you?
- Positive.

No, no, no,
that's her annoyed face.

You'll know when she's angry.
I usually do.

Well, I'm sorry I had to
drag you all in on a Sunday,

but I've been getting reamed out
about these photos

of a dead woman
posted on Facebook.

Now, according
to all the comments,

- this is not a hoax.
- It's not just on Facebook.

Now there are photos
all over the Internet.

Oh. Great.

The commissioner
would like to know why

the FDLE is not investigating
what looks like a homicide.

Well, to be fair, everyone in
this photo looks like their dead.

They're part of
the 10k Zombie Run.

I was gonna do it myself, but
all the Zombie spots were taken.

I'm gonna need you
to move back.

So, the not-so-good samaritans
forget to call 911

but remembered
to post their photos online?

Well, Zombies aren't
really known for their brains...

just eating them.

And the commissioner's not known
for having patience,

so we need
to find this body ASAP.

Well,
she's in the park somewhere.

That's over 6
miles of racecourse.

Uh-huh.

But if their photos were tagged, I
should be able to use a locater app

to pinpoint exactly
where the body is.

Give me a minute.

That was quick...

Or not.
I knew you'd have to stay.

I'm sorry. Look. I promise
I'll make it up to you.

By letting me
pick the wedding date?

Ha ha.
I'm not that easy.

Oh, you're that easy.

I'll drive myself home.
No. Not the Charger.

No one drives
the Charger but me.

I'm not no one.
I'm your fiancée.

- Oh.
- Detective Longworth...

I found it.

Be gentle!

The location-services
app says

the photos of the body
are near the lighthouse.

I cross-referenced
all the images

in the mapping program,

which puts the exact location
of the dead body right there.

Daniel, right where exactly?

Right here.

What is that?

That is the sweet smell
of success.

And by success,
he means death...

decomposition fluid...

only comes from one thing...
a corpse.

The dead body was here.

Yeah, "was" being
the operative word.

"And when there's
no more room in hell,

the dead
will walk the earth."

Stop it. Okay? Obviously,
someone moved the body.

For reasons I don't
even want to think about.

Well, that or Daniel's right,

and we are really looking
for a Zombie.

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Apocalypse Now
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How we doing over here?

Well, a bit hard to investigate
a murder without a body...

Even harder to,
uh, investigate one

when we don't know
who the body is.

Well, Zombies not withstanding,

she's dead, so she's
around here someplace.

I might be able to know
a little more about the victim

if there's any usable DNA
in the decomp fluid.

Well, too bad
decomp can't tell us

where the body was moved to.

Well, maybe it can.

The cadaver dog's here.

She's ready to go, chief.
Where do you want her?

Other than paying $75
for a meal you didn't finish,

how was brunch?

Oh, it was great...

When we weren't arguing
over a wedding date...

Uh, sorry...
"discussing."

Yeah, I thought
it was supposed to be easy.

You're getting married.

Nothing is easy from now on.

How many dates
are you considering?

All of them,

but, uh, the date
we're "discussing"

is September 7th.

The 7th's gonna be easier

for my family
to come down from Chicago.

So, what's the problem?

The problem is that Callie's
cousin's wedding anniversary

is also on the 7th.

So Callie doesn't want
a wedding date

that's already being used.

Wait.
You understand that?

No. It makes no sense
whatsoever.

Thank you!
That's what I said.

Hopefully, not out loud.

Well, at least we agree
on the month of September.

Ha!

Hurricane season...

Perfect metaphor
for married life.

Hmm.
They found the body.

Actually, we only found
part of her body.

Oh, this investigation's
gonna take forever

if we find her piece by piece.

What is that?

The fifth distal phalangeal.

Pinkie toe.

The muscles stiffen
during rigor mortis,

sometimes to the point
where it gets brittle

and breaks off
when the body's moved.

So we're looking
for a Zombie with a limp.

You joke, but this toe
means we have enough DNA

to send to the FBI's
missing-person's tracking database.

Find a match, put a name
to the phalangeal.

Even better...
her photo was just tagged...

Bonnie Williams.

She was one of the organizers
of the 10k run.

Oh, my God.

I didn't even know
Bonnie was dead,

let alone that
her body is missing.

I'm gonna need a hairbrush
or a toothbrush

- to verify a DNA sample.
- Of course.

Everything under
the "Dawn Of The Dead" poster

was Bonnie's.

How long has Bonnie
been your roommate?

Not long. She only moved in
four months ago.

And I haven't seen her
for the past two or three days.

She's been busy
with the Zombie Run.

Oh, that's what all the Zombie
Survival Kits are for?

Yeah.

And I've been busy writing.

I've got this
huge deadline coming up.

Yeah, so, you're a reporter?

Uh, Investigative Journalist.

Award-winning, I see.

- Well...
- Huh.

"Jessica Shelley's
series of articles

entitled 'the new low
for getting high... '

that's clever...

"Is an ambitious piece
of writing,

worthy of such
a prestigious award."

Lucky you.

Luck and hard work. Speaking
of which, I'm so sorry...

Zombie phone case.

I'm guessing
this is Bonnie's phone?

Yep. She loved Zombies.

Other than that,

I'm not sure
how helpful I can be.

We weren't close.

Yeah, but you're
all I've got, so...

So you want to know
if she had any enemies,

like an angry boyfriend, maybe.

Investigative Journalist.

There was nothing like that.
Bonnie was nice, quiet.

It's a shame.

What about where she worked?
What did she do for a living?

Well, what didn't she do?

She walked dogs,
cleaned houses...

pretty much anything
to make some cash.

She wasn't picky.

I take it this electric

Zombie toothbrush holder
was Bonnie's.

And look at these...
Some kind of gag gift.

It says "Zombie M.R.E.s.
Not for human consumption."

That's, uh, pretty funny.

These belong to Bonnie, too?

She was a Zombie fanatic.
Ironic... considering.

So, all these T-Shirts,

beer koozies,
and Zombie M.R.E.s,

all purchased
at exactly the same place...

Nick's Novelties.

I saw the photos
of her online and assumed

she was just in character
for the Zombie Run.

Then people started posting
that it was a dead body

and the police
were investigating.

When was the last time
you saw Bonnie in person?

Sometime during the week.

She wanted to put up a poster
of the 10k run in my window.

I could understand why.

It looks like
Zombie Central in here.

Yeah, you two
had a lot in common.

We did.
We both loved Zombies.

She was fascinated by the idea

that something dead
would come back to life.

And you like
making people into Zombies

by helping them get high.

I'm sure I don't know
what you're talking about.

Oh, I think you do.

This is a head shop, Nick.

I got rolling papers
over here

and a couple of
Zombie-shaped bongs.

The last time I checked,

rolling your own cigarettes
wasn't a crime,

and those "bongs"...
Your words...

Are just water pipes. And as
long as you don't advertise

what these things
are actually for,

you can't be held
legally responsible

for what customers do
after they buy them from you.

He's even got a sign up here

telling people what kind
of drugs they can't ask for.

Oh, drugs like bath salts.

Well, detective, as you know,
bath salts are illegal.

I don't sell
any illegal drugs here.

But you do sell
Zombie M.R.E.s.

Just like the one
in Bonnie's apartment.

I thought they were
some kind of party favors.

No, Zombie M.R.E.s
are Nick's brand of bath salts.

So we're gonna
have to confiscate them.

I don't think so.

As long as it's clear
that this product

is "not for human consumption,"

the law says
I've done nothing wrong.

You're not confiscating
anything.

Then we'll buy them from you.

"We"?

Sure. 50 bucks.

For one packet?

No worries. Carlos?

Yeah, but...

Look at this.

Someone hit the car...
Busted the taillight,

scratched the whole back door,
and didn't even leave a note.

Can you believe that?

It must have happened
Friday night

at the hospital parking lot.

Sucks. It's probably going
to cost me a fortune

because my deductible
is so high,

and I'm gonna
have to rent a car,

so you won't be
able to practice driving

- until it gets fixed.
- What?

No, I thought that
insurance would cover it.

Uh, that's not
how insurance works.

Here it is.

Unless you drive the car
off of a pier

and completely total it,

they're not going to get
you a new one. Cool.

Yeah, not gonna happen.

Just eat your cereal.
I'll take care of this.

The answer is, no, I haven't
found Bonnie's body yet,

but pretty I'm sure
she was into some bad shit.

Well, Daniel's pulling her
phone records and financials.

That ought to
tell us something.

In the meantime, I found someone
I think might be a lead.

Oh?

Denny Warren.

Now, according
to the police report,

he's a homeless man that Bonnie
befriended about a month ago.

Then Denny verbally harassed
and physically threatened Bonnie

when she was out
walking a client's dog.

Uh, why?

Well, the cops felt that Denny

was an emotionally
disturbed person,

so they took him in
under the Baker Act,

- held him for the mandatory 72 hours.
- But they let him go?

Well, Bonnie felt that Denny
was high on drugs.

She wanted the officers to
force him into a rehab program,

but Denny's urine
came back clean.

Bonnie couldn't prove
that he was using.

So, now he's back on the street,
only he's angrier.

Right. Now, if someone gets me locked
up for 72 hours against my will,

I'm gonna
want to kill him, too.

I don't suppose this
homeless man has an address?

No, but he has a record.

Oh. Now, just petty crimes,

including loitering
in an abandoned warehouse

near Wynwood Park.

Wynwood Park.

Mm-hmm.

- Oh.
- Wynwood Park.

Thank you.

Denny Warren?

I just want to ask you
a few questions, Denny.

Wow. Really? Okay.

Well, come get me.

Come get me, Denny.
Here we go.

Oh.

Don't hurt yourself.

Amazing. Okay.

I'll be right back.

Yeah.
This is Detective Longworth.

I need you to send a squad car

to pick up a homeless man...
Denny Warren.

And send an M.E. to pick up
the body of Bonnie Williams.

What were you doing with
Bonnie's body?

Denny!

Hey. Denny, up here.

Why did you move her body
from the park?

- Denny? Hey!
- Yeah, Jim, he's on bath salts.

He's acting like a Zombie
'cause he's high as a kite.

- We found these on him.
- Oh. Zombie M.R.E.s.

You're gonna have to wait until the
drug wears off to question him.

How long is that gonna be?

Could take a couple hours,
could take a couple days.

We're lucky he's still alive.

Last year in Tampa,

20 people died
from taking bath salts.

It's bad news,
and unlike narcotics,

you have no idea
how it'll affect the user.

Well, especially since
the chemists who make it

keep changing the formula to
stay ahead of the new drug laws.

That's why it's never illegal.

And it doesn't show up
on drug tests,

so, if you're an addict
who just has to get high,

this is a good way to do that.

That's why Denny's urine test
showed up clean

when Bonnie
called the cops on him.

What about a toxicology screen?

Would bath salts show up
on a routine blood test?

No. Not unless you're
specifically looking for it.

Well, let's specifically
look for it. I'll call Carlos.

Thank you, and, uh, let me know

if "Night Of The Living Dead"
here gets normal.

Here's a copy of Jessica's
articles that you wanted,

and I just pulled up
Nick Preston's bank statements.

I'm going through them now.

And what about Zombie girl's
phone records and financials?

The phone you took
from Bonnie's apartment...

It was one of those
prepaid devices and brand-new.

She hadn't used it yet, and I can't
find any other phone records for her.

So, she only used
burner phones.

And pays for them with cash.

She doesn't have credit cards,
just one debit card.

Last transaction
was over a week ago.

Sounds like someone
with something to hide.

And someplace to hide it.

This was on the key ring
in her pocket.

A key to
a safety-deposit box.

Find that box and what's in it.

Well, you got to
give it to Zombies.

They do know
how to accessorize.

One man's accessory
is another man's evidence.

And that looks like
my autopsy report.

You were right.
I ran another blood test.

Bonnie had bath salts
in her system.

The thing is,
there's no forensic evidence

that suggests
that she was an addict.

Her kidney and liver showed
no signs of long-term abuse.

- Hot shot.
- Just doing my job.

Oh. You mean
means of death?

Yeah, as in intentional overdose.

She had about
50,000 milligrams in her.

That's enough
to kill 10 people.

The killer didn't want
this Zombie coming back to life.

The bath salts were ingested.

The backwash
in Bonnie's water bottle

had remnants of bath salts,

that was the same
chemical composition

as the ones in her bloodstream.

So, the water bottle's
the smoking gun.

And Nick's Zombie M.R.E.s
are the bullet...

Again,
same chemical composition.

Yeah, Denny had those
Zombie M.R.E.s, too.

Yeah, so either one of them could
have slipped Bonnie the lethal dose.

Unfortunately, right now
only one of them's talking.

But only one of them has credit-card
charges to a company in China.

That's where mephedrone, the key
ingredient for bath salts, comes from.

So, Nick doesn't just
sell Zombie M.R.E.s.

He manufactures them.

Not anymore.

Sorry, detective, I'm not open.
Oh, good.

Then you won't mind us
closing you down, then.

Here's a warrant.

- For what?
- For your lab, Nick...

Anything and everything that
you use to make Zombie M.R.E.s

which under the current law
still aren't illegal.

And being an amateur chemist,
you would know.

I'm hardly an amateur.
Got my B.S. in microbiology.

I also have several grants
pending at Tampa Tech,

and I'm working on my PhD.

Wow, with all that
there learning,

you must have a great lab...
which I'm taking with me.

You guys want to check
the backroom first?

Hey, I just told you,

my Zombie M.R.E.s
aren't illegal.

No, but killing
Bonnie Williams is.

- You gave her a lethal dose.
- Why would I do that?

Oh, maybe 'cause you guys have so
much in common, like dealing drugs.

- You think Bonnie was a drug dealer?
- Hmm.

Well, let's see...
she used a burner phone,

she paid for everything
by cash.

I'm thinking that
in between walking dogs

and organizing
the next Zombie Apocalypse

that she dealt bath salts
for you.

But then something happened,

as it often does
in your line of work.

You guys had a falling out.

I'm thinking maybe because
she stopped bringing in money

and started to rehab
some of your best customers.

You mean that
homeless burnout Denny?

I'll never understand
why she bothered

with that waste of human life.

Oh, so you and Bonnie
had a falling out over Denny?

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

You're harassing me

when Denny's the one
you should be talking to.

But you can't, can you?
Because he's high.

So, Denny is high on a drug

known for turning otherwise
sane people into cannibals,

and you still think
I killed Bonnie?

Your argument
makes no sense.

No, it doesn't have to
make sense. It just is.

Fall is easier for my crazies
in Chicago to take a vacation.

And besides, I don't care

if we have the same anniversary
as your cousin.

That's because you haven't
met the woman.

Hildy has a terrible marriage,

and I don't want any of
her bad juju rubbing off on us.

Cal, it's just a number!

If it's just a number,
then let's pick another!

Okay. Number or fight?

How about a truce?

I don't want to
fight any more today.

Aw, and we were
just getting started.

Not us, my mechanic.

Guess how much it's going
to cost to fix my car.

- What?
- $915.

Ha! Now I know why the other
driver didn't leave a note.

That's no excuse.

Whatever ever happened
to basic human decency?

Nope. Not yet.

Nope.
Uh, what's that?

Uh, those are the clothes
that he was wearing

when they brought him in.

Are you sure
you want to do that?

- It smells like that's his only outfit.
- Ohh! Yeah.

Um... what are you looking for?

I don't know, but, uh...

I may have just found it.

A phone number?

Maybe a suspect.

Huh. I thought
I recognized the number.

Sometimes it helps to blend in.
I'm doing research.

Oh, for your next award-winning
series of articles

on, uh, Florida's
bath-salts epidemic?

I'm told if I play
my cards right,

I could get nominated
for a Pulitzer,

but I'm sure you didn't trek
all the way out here

to talk about my career.

Well, in a way, I did.

I read "The New Low
On Getting High."

Oh? And what
did you think?

Uh, well, I think that
the unnamed sources you quote

sound a lot like Nick Preston
and Denny Warren,

which is why
Denny had your phone number

in his pocket, right?

And why you had those Zombie
M.R.E.s at your apartment.

I think that you were,

uh, bribing
your drug-addicted sources.

That's ridiculous.

So, what, you think
I'm protecting the killer

because it's my source?

No, more like
hiding your motive.

My motive?

You think I killed Bonnie?

Well, your success depended on
Denny remaining addicted, right?

So, you'd do anything
to keep him that way

so you can get
your next story,

including kill
the unrelenting Good Samaritan

that was trying to
get him rehabilitated.

You don't know
anything about Bonnie.

Her parents were junkies, okay?

They overdosed
when she was a kid,

and she's been fighting off
those demons ever since.

Bonnie never had a chance.

I'm not surprised
she ended up the way she did,

but I did not kill her.

Well, I stand corrected.

Who says you two
weren't close?

Oh, wait. You did.

Yeah, Daniel.
You got something for me?

A USB stick and a blue
ribbon for first place.

Those are the only things
in Bonnie's safety-deposit box.

I'll download whatever's on
the USB stick and let you know.

And find out what
the blue ribbon was for?

Right, 'cause if
it's important enough

for her to keep in a safe place,
it must mean something.

I just heard back from the FBI.

Oh, about the dead body
that we already identified?

Or misidentified.

There is a Bonnie Williams
in the FBI database.

The name belongs to a girl
from Washington state

who went missing 12 years ago,

but the DNA sample I sent them
doesn't match the DNA

- that they have on file.
- What does that mean?

It means our victim
isn't Bonnie Williams.

Maybe Bonnie Williams
isn't dead after all.

And comming up tonight
on the Evening News,

We'll have word
on a bizarre bug

that has E.M.T.s
working overtime

in the Wynwood Park area.

Homework first.

I'm doing it. Mom?

Honey, can it wait a minute?

I just... I have to
hop in the shower

and go back to the hospital.

It just got crazy busy
all of a sudden,

and I'm going to
pick up a second shift

so that I can pay
for the car repair.

Yeah, yeah.
You don't need to do that.

$740.

I-I know the repair costs more,
but that's all I have.

Honey, that is so sweet.

Wait a minute.
What's going on?

- Nothing.
- Nothing?

Can't I do something
to help out?

No, you can,
and I appreciate it,

but I just kind of
want to know why.

Friday night
when you were at work...

I kind of borrowed the car.

And after that,
I kind of backed into a post

trying to get out
of the parking lot.

Do you know how stupid that was?
How dangerous?

I mean, you could have
been in an accident,

a much worse accident.

Okay, mom,
the parking lot sucks.

The spaces are like that.

You are so not getting
your driver's license anymore.

No, no, I'm gonna be 16
in a few months.

Well, you should have
thought about that

before you committed
grand theft auto.

What were you thinking?

I mean, seriously,
what was so important?

You should go to work.

- You're gonna be late.
- Jeff.

I asked Tina Honeycutt
to go to the movies,

and she said yes.

You stole my car
to take some girl on a date?

I'm sorry, all right?

It's never gonna happen again.

Damn straight it won't.
And I want to meet her.

What? No, no,
no, no, no, mom,

please don't
do that to me, okay?

Look. I'll do anything.
I'll... I'll do laundry.

I'll even clean the yard,
but not that.

I want to meet the girl

that you were willing
to break the law for.

Oh, and...

Thank you.

So, you're saying
Bonnie Williams

isn't our victim after all?

Well, that means
we're back to square one.

No, I would say
like square five or six.

We still need to figure out
who our real victim is

and why she was pretending
to be Bonnie Williams

in the first place.

Look, I-I'm gonna
call the FBI

and have them
run another search.

The victim's DNA didn't match up
with Bonnie Williams,

but maybe it'll match up with
someone else in their database.

In the meantime,
I'll see if I can figure out

who Zombie girl really is.

- By doing what? Another autopsy?
- A different autopsy.

Before I was looking
for how she died.

Now I want to find out
how she lived.

I'm looking
for skeletal anomalies,

bone irregularities...
Anything that suggests an injury

or an accident or even
the sports that she played.

Might help narrow down
who she is by what she did.

Well, she organized the 10k.
She must like to run.

She got
that blue ribbon for something.

All right,
well, keep me posted.

Yeah.
Detective Longworth.

Oh, great. Thanks.

Well, Denny's awake
and talking...

Coherently this time.

Hmm.

And in other news,

park officials report
the historic Crandon Lighthouse

has been temporarily shut down
due to a mysterious illness

that has hospitalized
several of its employees.

Denny Warren?
Detective Longworth.

I don't need these, detective,
because I did not kill Bonnie.

You just put her dead body in a shopping
cart and pushed it around town for a while?

Okay, I can see where you're
coming from on that one.

But I-in my defense,
can I just say,

bath salts is a hell of a drug.

Were you on bath salts
a month ago

when Bonnie
called the cops on you?

No, sir.
I didn't do drugs then.

Well, maybe.
I-I don't remember.

Well, do you remember
being put on a 72-hour hold?

Bonnie tried
to get you into rehab,

wanting to take
your drugs off you,

so you decided
to teach her a lesson...

gave her an overdose
and killed her.

The last thing I'm gonna do is
waste my drugs on someone else.

Besides, Bonnie was the only one
trying to help me get better.

Living on the streets,

people want to treat you
like some kind of human garbage.

Sometimes I just want to
feel good about myself.

Mm, didn't look like
you were feeling good

when I caught you
with Bonnie's body.

Actually, it didn't look like
you knew what you were doing.

That's why it's called
"coming down,"

but going up... it's the best
feeling in the world.

Felt like I was 10 feet tall
and I could do anything.

Anything?
Like give Bonnie a hot shot.

A-anything to stop
all the evil and them demons

trying away my power.

But I'm invisible,

and they can't do nothing.

- I...
- Denny?

Laugh at them.

Denny?

Denny?

Hey. You...
You got a little red here.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, hey!

What the... what
...What's happening?

Did you... did you
take something else?

Help me.

Everybody,
back to the room.

Everyone, please stay
calm and go back to your rooms.

I promise we're going to help you, okay?
Stay calm.

Please go back to your rooms.
Come on.

Everybody, back in the room.

Please go back to your rooms.

Hey, something's really
wrong with Denny. Aah!

Geez. Well, does he look
something like this?

No, he looks exactly like that.

- What the hell is going on?
- This is some kind of infection.

We don't know what this is.

Yesterday people were coming in
with flu-like symptoms.

Now their muscles are atrophied.
Their tongues are swollen.

They're coughing up blood.
They can't breathe.

A lot of them were in
Crandon Park over the weekend.

At the Zombie run?

- Maybe.
- Yeah. Colleen.

A-all right. I'll... I'm coming.
I'll be right there.

Listen, I'm worried about you
being stuck in there with them.

Oh, this is a hospital.
This is what we do.

Okay. I'm more worried about
you being out there with them.

Okay, that's a good point,
actually.

All right, well, look,
uh, if anything happens,

I just want you to know
that my dying wish

is that we get married
on the 7th.

You didn't find that funny.

- No.
- All right.

- Um, be careful.
- You too.

According to the FBI,

our victim's real name
is Mary Baxter.

She's originally
from Washington state.

Same as Bonnie Williams.
Uh-huh.

And just like Bonnie,
Mary disappeared 11 years ago.

That's one year after Bonnie.

So, Mary waits around
till it's clear

that Bonnie's
not gonna come back

and resurfaces
using Bonnie's name.

Now, my question is,

why would Mary feel the need
to change her identity?

My question is, how...
how did Mary know

that Bonnie wasn't coming back
unless she had something to do

with Bonnie's disappearance
in the first place?

Hmm.

Daniel. I'm still
trying to find out

if Bonnie Williams
ever won a blue ribbon,

but I did learn that
the Board of Education

in the county where Bonnie lived
used to host the big school fair.

Oh, well, that's a good place
to win a blue ribbon.

And find out if Mary Baxter
was a blue-ribbon winner, too.

I'll look into it.
In the meantime,

I found something strange
on a USB stick.

It's a query letter
trying to sell an article

entitled "The Real
Zombie Apocalypse."

It's about the days leading up

to the outbreak
of a mysterious illness

that puts hundreds of people
in the hospital.

It starts with flu-like symptoms
that rapidly get worse.

- What, Zombie girl wrote this?
- No.

The document was created by
a Jessica on Jessica's computer.

It's dated three weeks ago.

This sounds like
what's happening

at Well-Core Medical
right now.

Yeah, well, how could Jessica
know about this?

And why does Bonnie have
a copy of Jessica's letter?

Yeah.

Uh, Carlos, are you...

Sorry.

I think I'm coming down
with the flu.

That's not the flu.
That's the Zombie Apocalypse.

It's here.

I'm initiating the Emergency Health
Protocol. Effective immediately.

Anyone exhibiting symptoms

will be quarantined
until further notice.

Maybe you should go to
the hospital and see a doctor.

I am a doctor,

and I know what happens
to patients

with mystery illnesses
in the hospital.

They die.

Oh, no, no, no.
You're far from death.

In Jessica's query letter,

it says you've got
projectile vomiting

and explosive diarrhea
to look forward to,

and then it gets really bad.

- Carlos, you're gonna be fine.
- Yeah.

I mean,
you just look like you have,

- you know, a really bad case of the flu.
- Nice one.

That's exactly
how it started with Denny

and the patients who were
at the 10k Zombie Run.

Well, common denominator being

that they were all
in close physical contact

- with Bonnie's body.
- Yeah.

Another reason
why I need to stay here...

Re-examine the body
for evidence

of whatever it is
that's making us all sick.

The sooner
I can figure this out,

the sooner we can find a cure.

And we need to figure out
who started it.

Well, whoever killed Bonnie
may have started

this so-called
Zombie Apocalypse.

Denny was with the body
the longest,

and he has all the symptoms.

Well, except we have him
handcuffed to a hospital bed.

I want eyes on Nick.

All right, well,
I'll send a squad car

to his store and his house.

- Good.
- What about Jessica?

Didn't she predict that this
would happen three weeks ago?

Our newspaper nostradamus?
Yeah.

Let's go see if she can tell us
what's gonna happen next.

Sorry. I don't know anyone
named Mary Baxter.

Who is she?

Oh, um, it was your roommate.

Thank you.

Yeah, that was
Bonnie's real name.

What do you mean, her real name?
W-why would she lie to me?

I do not know,

but it turns out Bonnie
had a lot of secrets...

including one about you.

All those people
getting sick...

you knew that was gonna happen
three weeks ago.

I know I'm good
at getting the story,

- but that's ridiculous.
- Is it?

Bonnie had a copy of
a query letter that you wrote,

trying to sell a story about
a Zombie Apocalypse.

Where did you get this?

From Bonnie's
safe-deposit box.

Bonnie barely had
a bank account.

What was she doing
with a safe-deposit box?

Hiding proof that
you had prior knowledge

to a criminal act.

I mean, you knew
all those people

were about to be
intentionally infected,

and you did nothing to stop it.

I'm guessing that Bonnie
was about to turn you in,

but you weren't
about to let someone

spoil the scoop of your career,

so you killed her.

You're crazy!

This is crazy.

A scoop that might get you
more accolades and awards.

It was made up,

based on other incidents
around the country.

I may have been
a little over the top,

but I was pitching a story,

hoping to sell another
series on bath salts.

This one's pretty specific.

Yeah, because I have my finger
on the pulse of this epidemic.

It's easy to predict
where things are going

when you've got boots
on the ground.

And when you can get rid of
anyone that might stop you.

You make me sound like
I'm some sort of evil genius.

Genius? No.

Evil?
We'll see about that.

I really hope you consider it.

Uh, we really need
your help on this. Thanks.

- Help with what?
- Nothing.

- Did you find Nick?
- No.

We're still looking.

I put out a BOLO,
and there's an unmarked car

in front of his house
and one in front of his store,

but what I'm more concerned
about right now is this.

We were just asked to execute
this warrant on Denny.

By who?
The department of health.

They want to make sure

he's still getting
his court-mandated TB treatment

since he's not living
in the group home anymore.

Group home?
I thought he was homeless.

He is now... ever since Bonnie
called the police on him

about a month ago.

But before then,
for about a year,

he was getting
three hots and a cot

at the Helping Hands
Men's Facility.

They have very strict
rules of conduct,

like any contact
with law enforcement

is grounds
for immediate expulsion,

which is what happened to Denny

when Bonnie called
the police on him.

So, Helping Hands
took away Denny's bed,

- so now he's back on the streets.
- Mm-hmm.

Bonnie just
wanted to help Denny,

but she ended up
hurting him instead.

Even more reason
for him to kill her.

No, I didn't kill her.

I was hoping she'd help me
get back into Helping Hands.

Did you ask her to do that?

Yeah, the night before
that 10k run,

I went and talked to her
in the park.

But she said no.

She said she knew...
how addicts were.

She said I needed to go to
rehab first.

But I wasn't ready
for no damn rehab.

All I wanted was a roof
over my head.

A roof that she'd cost you,
so you were mad.

Yeah.
Yeah, I was mad.

I was mad at myself
for messing up.

But I swear Bonnie was alive
when I walked away.

And, hey, if you weren't
high on bath salts,

I might believe you.

I wasn't high.

I didn't get high until
after I talked to Bonnie.

When she said no,
I just wanted to feel better.

The last thing I remember
was scoring some Zombie.

Zombie M.R.E.s?

- From Nick Preston?
- Mm.

Yeah.

He was pulling
into the parking lot

when I was rolling up.

So, he wasn't at his store?

No.

Not when I saw him.

I figured he was there
hitting on Bonnie again.

What do you mean, "again"?

Nick was obsessed with Bonnie,

but she wouldn't
give him her number,

so he just kept on
showing up at her place

and stopping by her jobs.

It creeped her out real bad.

Did she ever tell Nick
to leave her alone,

call the cops on him?

I don't know about all that.

I know she was scared of him.

Guess she figured
"Better nice than sorry."

Huh.

Daniel, I need you to check if
Bonnie ever contacted the police

about Nick Preston
harassing her.

I'll look into it,
but before you go,

there's something
I wanted to show you.

Oh, these are
our blue-ribbon winners?

From the school fair.
The school district had it.

So, which is our victim,
Mary Baxter?

None of them, but that girl
is Bonnie Williams.

Why would our victim hold someone
else's blue ribbon for all these years?

I've been looking for
family members to talk to.

I can't locate Mary's parents,

but I did find
a death certificate

for Bonnie's mother.
It was issued last week.

She just died? Well, then family
members might still be around

- dealing with her effects.
- I'll see if I can find anyone.

Okay, well, if you do,

ask them what Bonnie Williams won
that blue ribbon for.

Will do.

Hey.

How are you?

Don't you be nice to me.

I'll be around long enough
to dance at your wedding.

Whenever that is...
and on your grave.

Still surly.
That's a good sign.

- Uh, you find anything on the body?
- No.

There's no evidence of any
infection or bacteria or virus.

So I had to look
at what she was wearing.

A Tilley hat.

It was covered in spores
from some kind of fungus.

I haven't been
able to identify it yet,

but whoever did this
put the spores on Bonnie's hat

knowing that
she'd be in contact

with hundreds of people
at the 10k run.

Huh. That's smart...
Kind of genius, actually.

Still no word
on Nick Preston's whereabouts.

He's officially in the wind.

I put every officer out
in the field to look for him...

including me.
Want to take a ride.

Uh, no.

I think he's gonna find us.

I hear you're having
a little outbreak.

Yeah, you would since
you're the one that started it.

Uh... oh. May I?

Nick, you've got
to come in here.

Our medical examiner is sick.

No one knows what to do.

You're the only person
smart enough

to figure this mess out,

and I hope
you'll even consider it.

We really need your help
with this. Thanks.

Oh, you can... yeah.

Well played, detective.

Right into
that enormous ego of his.

Now, that was genius.

Yeah. Some people
just can't help themselves.

Well, you will be happy to know

that our medical examiner
tried your vaccine,

and he's better.

He's at the hospital right now

administering to the rest
of the infected.

I mean, I would say thank you,

but seeing as you created
the virus in the first place,

I'm just gonna
arrest you instead.

Well, you'll have to
be careful.

Those dosages can be tricky.

I can't believe you put someone
who's just an M.E.

In charge of
curing the infected.

Well, Dr. Sanchez
is an M.E. with an M.D.,

whereas you're just a wannabe.

My paid intern told me

that you actually don't have
any advanced degrees.

I said I was working on it.

Oh, yeah, like, uh, applying to
Tampa Tech for a PhD three times

and... whew, wow...
rejected three times.

Just like you were
rejected by Bonnie.

Bonnie never rejected me.

No, she just didn't want to
have anything to do with you.

I was working on that.

I was gonna show her that
she was wrong about me.

Like Tampa Tech
was wrong about you?

All I wanted was a chance to...

Oh, to what?
To save the day?

I mean, that's why
you were in the park

the night before
the 10k run, right?

That's why you went
to see Bonnie,

to swap out her Tilley hat

for the one that you had
infected with spores.

You used Bonnie
to spread a virus

that would turn healthy people
into virtual Zombies,

just so you could
create an outbreak

that only you had the cure for.

- Yep.
- Yeah?

Yeah.

And it was such
a brilliant plan.

I was gonna save them,
and I did.

I saved them all.

Yeah, all except for Bonnie,

who overdosed
on your Zombie M.R.E.s.

That was a mistake.

That wasn't part of the plan.

I didn't kill her.

My spores weren't even lethal.

Okay, I may be a genius,
but I am not evil.

No, you're not...

a genius or evil.

Bonnie's mother died
of pancreatic cancer last week,

and there are still relatives
that at her apartment

cleaning things up.
They told me about this.

I found a link to it online
and printed it out.

Bonnie's
high-school yearbook.

There's a photo of
the blue-ribbon winners

from Bonnie's school
and what they won for.

Now, that makes sense.

This is what I call a scoop.

Now we just have to
confirm it with my source.

I really appreciate you
giving me this scoop, detective.

So, can you confirm that
Nick Preston is under arrest

and has confessed to starting

this so-called
Zombie Apocalypse?

Uh, I can.

I can also confirm that
Nick admitted to telling you

what he was going to do
three weeks ago

and you did nothing so you could
get an exclusive story.

That's your idea of a scoop...
more bullshit theories?

No, my idea of a scoop
is to tell you

that you're under arrest

for the murder
of Bonnie Williams.

Twice.

Here is a photo
of Bonnie Williams...

The real Bonnie...
At the age of 15.

There, and this is
Mary Baxter...

And this is you...

And this is what I'm guessing
the last time the three amigos

were seen happy in a photo

because you and Bonnie had
a falling out over this guy.

Jackson wasn't just some guy.
He was my boyfriend.

Yeah, at the start of the year.

See, here you are
at the Sadie Hawkins Dance

with the boy you liked,

but here he is at
the Valentine's Day Dance,

here he is at the Spring Fling,
here he is

at the June Jamboree
with Bonnie.

This is silly.

That was so long ago,
I don't even care.

Well, now...
but back then

you were jealous of Bonnie,

and then she goes
and wins the blue ribbon

for writing the best essay
at the school fair.

You thought
your essay should win.

Well, that was just the straw
that broke the camel's back,

so you killed her
and took her blue ribbon.

The day after the school fair,
Bonnie is reported missing.

12 years after that,

that blue ribbon appears
on your bookshelf.

What are you talking about?

There's no blue ribbon
on my bookshelf.

Yeah. See?
There it is...

In this photo.

We found it in your roommate
Mary's safe-deposit box.

Yeah, see, unlike you,
Mary felt guilty.

Bonnie was like a Zombie that
just kept coming back to life,

and when Mary couldn't
escape the truth...

That her best friend killed
her other best friend...

Then she decided
to just become Bonnie.

I don't know
what she was thinking.

I let her move in.
I thought that I could help her.

No, you thought that
you could keep her mouth shut.

She found out Bonnie's mom
was dying of cancer.

She wanted you to finally
tell her the truth.

You refused.

Bonnie was
going to do it anyway.

That's why she took
the blue ribbon

from your bookshelf.

She wanted to give it back
to Bonnie's mom.

As soon as I saw my blue ribbon
was missing, I knew.

Mary was gonna ruin everything
I'd worked so hard for.

And now it's my turn...
but good news is

that you're gonna have plenty
of time to write in prison.

Here's to surviving
a Zombie Apocalypse.

Mm.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

And here's to deciding
on a date for the wedding.

Callie, my sister
sent me a message.

She can get a great deal
on flights around the 7th.

Now, I'm just saying... I'm not
going to marry you on the 7th.

That was the day I met Ray.
He was at my cousin's wedding.

Why didn't you just say?

Just I want us to have a day
that's just ours.

I don't want anybody else's
stuff getting in the way.

Yeah! No, I get that.

Are you kidding?

And I don't want my stuff
to get in the way

of you having the day
that you deserve.

- So, Callie...
- Hmm?

Will you marry me

on any other day
than September 7th?

Yes.

Never gets old.

Uh, I-I'll get it.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Yeah, come on in.

Hi, Tina,
I'm Callie, Jeff's mom,

and this is my fiancé,
Jim Longworth.

Hi, Mr. Longworth.

Oh, only suspects and murderers
call me that. Just call me Jim.

Hi.

- So...
- So...

So, uh, Jeff tells me he's gonna
walk you down the aisle.

- That's so cool.
- Yeah.

I think so, too.

Is that your ring?

Yes! Oh, it's... it's beautiful.

Thank you.

When's the wedding?

Oh.

Huh! Ooh.

Oh, they actually haven't
set a date yet.

No, but I have narrowed down

what I'm going to wear,
which is very exciting.

Check that off the list,
at least.

- Okay.
- How you doing, buddy?

I'm all right, yeah.
That was easy.

- Uh, what are you making?
- Yeah.

Easy.

Uh, spaghetti and
meatballs, garlic bread.

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