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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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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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