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Previously on iZombie...

Weckler didn't commit suicide.
He was murdered.

Remember the phone call from prison?

Weckler asked Tatum, "Are they
keeping you wellfed?" In brains.

Who would most want to
keep Weckler quiet,

but also know how to best
threaten his zombie daughter?

Baracus.

We did it!

Seattle has a zombie mayor.

Let me give you this.
It'll turn you human again.

Harley and his people
are targeting zombies.

Any update on your "wingnuts
who believe in zombies" story?

You might want to make
some room on the front page.

My God.

You took everything! My brothers.
All dead! All gone!

Were you satisfied? No.

Finally.

You made me a monster,
you dirty brain eaters!

I came as soon as I could.

Did you bring it?

I'm not one of you!

Why not just kill me?

What're you waiting for?

You're sick.

You people are monsters!

Finally.

Sorry. Rush hour.

You think 'cause I'm a zombie
now, I'm gonna eat brains?

No, sir.

No, sir!

Okie dokie.

Did you bring us
everything we asked for?

Yeah. But why not you just
take him to FillmoreGraves?

They'll know how to handle him.

I'd rather leave our friends
at FillmoreGraves out of it

until we know more.

His brothers are all dead,
the bunker's hidden.

He should be okay in here,

until we figure out something better.

Let's do this.

Where've you been? I've had to do
all this county paperwork myself.

Just tracking Harley Johns
to his secret outhouse bunker,

realizing he turned into a zombie, and

subduing him, stashing
him in a freezer...

Well...

I did the paperwork.

And, before you get too comfortable,
you should probably see this.

My gosh. Is that me?

How?

How to identify us, all the signs?

White hair, pale skin.

How did they get this?

My understanding is that reporters
have certain secret sources,

"deep background",
I believe the term is.

I'm on the cover.

On the bright side, things
can't possibly get any worse.

Ravi, have you seen this
zombie thing in the paper?

Ravi? You here?

Katty, I was just coming
out to start on this fellow.

You see this? Zombies, in Seattle?

Well, it's the alt weekly.

Last year they did
an expose on Juggalos.

Which are a real thing.

This is tinhat stuff.

We need to talk.

Privately.

At first, I just skimmed the article,
you know, for my own amusement.

But then this one thing...

jumped out at me...

You all right?

Old Quidditch injury.

I want to discuss this.

"According to a source in the
medical examiner's office"

"who saw bodies
from the party firsthand..."

Ravi?

It's obviously you.

Why would you be a source
in this absurd story?

This is exactly what got
you fired from the CDC.

Pouring gasoline on the fires
of these crazy fringe theories.

When I spoke to the reporter,

I was speaking in the abstract.

- No, I never thought...
- We have more cases

of Aleutian flu here every day.

We could be looking at a truly
horrific public health crisis.

A real one.

- Well, I...
- Think!

That's all. I'll show myself out.

You were her source for the story?

It's complicated.

Well, now things can't get any worse.

I sat in...

You wanted to see me, sir?

Major.

Sit.

Join me for lunch.

You haven't lived until you've had these

gourmet brain tubes made
especially for the top brass.

See. Now you know.

We eat the same nasty
brain sludge as everyone else.

I never doubted it, sir.

I'm just not hungry.

The Internet?

Weird to think there was a
time when people didn't post

all the details of their lives
for everyone to see.

Yes, sir, I remember it. Vaguely.

And take this, shameless
local girl, for instance.

Sex Tent. A Haiku.

"We built a sex tent."

"We did it in the sex tent."

"Then we did it some more."

Not even a proper haiku, is it?

Sir, I ended that.

Wise, but not the point.

From Shawna's ramblings, it seems

you had an intimate
relationship with a human,

and she did not turn into a zombie.

So, either you discovered
a revolutionary

form of prophylaxis,

or you're human.

Anyone else here know this?

No one, sir.

Look, I just wanted to serve.
What you want doesn't matter.

What matters is that
you've put zombies at risk

every time you went out into the field.

It's not something
I can allow to continue.

You are no longer an employee of
FillmoreGraves, effective immediately.

Sir,

I am sorry.

Put me at a desk.

I'll mop the floor.

It's just, this is my family.

Thank you for your service.

So, is it true?

You're human?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

What'd I always say?

Major Lillywhite is a bad man.

Stuff you did and you're
not even bulletproof?

Sucks, man. You might be human,

but you're one of the good ones.

We're not gonna let you go quietly, man.

You're gonna get a proper sendoff.

Squad house, Friday,

farewell bash for the ages.

- You in?
- I'm in.

I can't stop thinking about Baracus.

And a fine morning to you.

Everything points to him playing
a part in Weckler's death.

There are 20 men on that dominatrix
tape who haven't been identified.

There's a chance Baracus
had nothing to do with it.

But what if he did?

And the guy running
Seattle right now is a guy

who turns kids into zombies
and blackmails their parents.

It's not like we can arrest him.

We could freeze him.

Yeah?

We're not freezing the mayor.

Conspiracy theory brain
must be wearing off.

You're being very reasonable.

I'm more concerned with
the fact that I'm currently

on the cover of Seattle's alt weekly

with red eyes and rage veins
bulging out of my face.

I'm Seattle's only identifiable zombie.

No, you're not identifiable.

People look at you and all
they see is gorgeous.

That looks like a picture of a monster.

- You know that's still me, right?
- Sorry...

I mean, it's not a great picture but...

- Monster?
- A cute monster.

Someone's running late today.

Yes. But that someone is now

out front at the coffee cart
and ready to take your order.

Forgiven.

I'll have a triple, full fat, chai latte
with light foam and extra cinnamon.

Thank you.

You're the worst. Bye.

My small black coffee with a side
of sugar packets seems lame now.

It was already lame.

I couldn't tell you
that I was a reporter, Ravi.

But I did keep your name out of it,

despite intense pressure from
my editor to name my source.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

I was being sarcastic.

I know.

But can you see how reporting that
zombies are wandering around Seattle

seemed more important
than your feelings?

- It's not about my feelings.
- It's all about your feelings.

You used me.

See?

You need to leave.

Please, Ravi.

I've got just a couple more questions.

My God!

Maybe five.

I'm freaked out here.

I came face to face
with that zombie girl,

the one that we put on our cover.

I thought that she was
going to eat my face off.

I really need you to leave right now.

This door leads out to the loading dock.
Just follow the signs.

We're not supposed to have visitors.
It's not hygienic.

Isn't everybody already dead?

Good morning, princess!

I got your triple, candyass latte.

Don't be pissy about me being late.

Thank God.

I got caught in a primp spiral.

Hi.

This is Rachel.

Rachel, this is my
colleague, Olivia Moore.

Rachel the reporter?

Seems my reputation precedes me.

We have a body.

Sorry. Duty calls.

I'll call you later.

Please don't.

To clarify, you were by the
dumpster, you saw the body?

In, we were in the dumpster.

So, you two are homeless, or...

We're freegans.

Up to 50% of US food is wasted,

despite being quite edible,
so what we do is, we...

So, in the garbage.

And then you saw the body?

I felt. I was climbing out, and I
touched something like a wig, but...

Get their info, will you?

You got it.

So, this is what you look like.

It's what I look like
with a layer of paint

and this uncomfortable wig,

so don't get used to it.

Just with me being
the alt weekly cover girl.

- The what?
- I'll show you later.

What've we got?

They found her behind a dumpster.

She had a couple
superficial stab wounds,

but cause of death looks like

blunt force trauma
to the back of the head.

So, like a mugging gone wrong, or?

Her credit cards, cash, are all there.

And, it's a head wound, but
there's no blood near the body.

My guess is she was killed
elsewhere, killer dropped her here.

She had a keycard for the hotel

around the corner in her pocket,

so it's possible she's not a local.

She's not local. She's from Atlanta.

That's my old boss, Katty Kupps.

You okay?

My therapist will have
to make that call.

And I've never performed an autopsy
with someone I've slept with.

But, you know, I've done my job.

What was she like? Anything weird?

You know, driven, direct, nothing weird.
You've had worse.

That's your glowing endorsement?

You slept with this woman.

It was a grudgeboink.

Although, um...

You should know,
you might find yourself...

Attracted to me.

So much for nothing weird.

We just checked out
Ms. Kupps' hotel room.

Guess she was in town working
on this Aleutian flu outbreak,

so, Liv Moore, Ravi
Chakrabarti, Meg Nevins, CDC.

I asked her to brief us
on what Katty was doing here.

Right.

Katty was doing inperson
epidemiological data assembly,

tracking a probable vector
of the Aleutian flu cluster.

Doing interviews, tracking
the spread of the virus.

Probable vector?
So, you know how it got here?

We traced the first cases to an Air
Liberte flight from Paris to SeaTac.

Our team's been interviewing
everyone on the flight.

Ms. Kupps was tracking
passengers in first class.

According to her record,
she had four left.

Now, unless you have any further
questions specific to Ms. Kupps,

I have work to do. Good day.

I've got Ms. Kupps' notes
that were left in her room.

Lots of notes on cocktail
napkins from the hotel bar.

So, if I understood correctly,
and it's possible I didn't,

on the last day she was alive,
Ms. Kupps should've been

interviewing the four people in first
class she hadn't gotten to yet.

We need to put together
a timeline of her last day.

We got the passenger list,
lots of cryptic notes,

including this one, "170."
What can that mean?

D, 17D, a seat number?

You know, our CDC friend
isn't telling us everything.

I mean, A, the Aleutian flu was
considered dormant until this outbreak.

B, if Paris was the origin, there'd be
an active outbreak, just like here.

Are you saying...

I'm saying the CDC fears

this outbreak has been
caused by bioterrorism.

Bioterrorism?

Not definitely bioterrorism.

Just, you know, possibly bioterrorism.

Okay, Ravi, I'm gonna need you
to sit in on these interviews.

We'll need your expertise on this.

Right. Of course.

Bioterrorism.

You know, I'm not sure what
time the CDC lady showed up,

but I know I asked her to leave at 2:50.

You asked her to leave?

I needed time to make my tea
before my news program started.

I love that Shepard Smith.

Those bedroom eyes.

Can you tell us anything
about Dr. Kupps's demeanor?

She was fine.

A little standoffish.

I was the one who was anxious.

The thought that I was sitting
right next to a person

who had those germs.

Every time I get a little tickle

in the back of my throat,
I think, "This is it."

You have a tickle in your throat?

Well, I get a little dry sometimes.

Have some water. Give her some water.

Do you happen to remember any of
the questions Dr. Kupps asked you?

She asked if I ate the inflight meal,

what I drank, if I had ice in my
drink, if I used the lavatory...

Did she ask if you used
the soap in the lavatory?

Please.

We had a full 10 minutes on the soap.

When investigating
an outbreak like this,

it's imperative that the
CDC is extremely...

Yeah? You like that?

Yeah.

What? Is there a spider?

Is it on me?

Dead kittens.

Winston Churchill eating fried chicken.

Flatulent Jabba the Hutt.

Are you okay?

Please, for the love of all things
good and holy, just make this stop.

Is it a migraine, honey?

I wish.

Did you just have a...

Was I in there?

Can we just get this over with, please?

Dr. Chakrabarti.

Maybe you should
continue with your questions

while Dr. Moore collects herself.

Did Ms. Kupps ask you
about the other passengers?

If you saw anyone carrying anything odd?

Yes.

And I told her about
the man sitting next to me.

He was very suspicious.

How so?

Well, he was one of those, you know...

Like you, and he had one of those
whoosiewhatsits on his head.

A whoosiewhatsit?

One of those Muslim thingamabobs.

Like Norma Desmond in Sunset Boulevard.

So, by whoosiewhatsit you mean Turban.

By Muslim you mean Sikh.

And by like me you mean brown.

Yes.

Wow.

Was there anything he actually
did that concerned you?

You know, he just seemed like a person

with no regard for human life.

Yes, yes, yes.

I just have to bounce a little.

Sorry. Is that too distracting?

It's fine.

So, Ms. Kupps left your place
around 11:00 a.m.?

I think that's right.

Can I just get my notes?

Stay back there.

Did she ask about
your fellow passengers?

If anyone used anything, like,
say, an asthma inhaler or perfume?

Yeah, she asked me all that.

But, like I told her,
the only thing of note

was that there was
this little barking dog.

And when I took off my shoes,

the lady beside me freaked out.

Thanks for your time.

Yes, yes, yes.

I already filed, Ed. And, I have...

My own problems.

I'll call you back.

Floyd?

Have you seen this?

It's the alt weekly.

This is the beginning.

I'm sorry? Mr. Mayor,
the beginning of what?

Let's not pretend that
you're not in the loop.

Zombies.

Bit by bit, now, the secret will
leak out and we need to prepare.

We?

Peyton, I'm now mayor of a city

on the verge of learning
that zombies are real.

We may also be ground zero
to a deadly pandemic.

And, I need people who understand
the nature of the task ahead.

I need you to be my chief of staff.

It's a flattering offer.

But I... I love the work I do
here in the DA's office.

I... I found a new angle
on the Weckler case.

The daughter might have
useful information for us.

Fine.

If you do find those missing
videos of that dominatrix's sessions,

don't be surprised
if you see me on them.

Yeah. Just saying.

Yeah, take a couple of
days, think it over.

Chief of staff to the mayor of a major
American city before you're 30.

That beats assistant
district attorney, doesn't it?

No way.

Come on. Like I'd be seen

at the Space Needle with Chaos Killer.

So, some famehungry floozy reminds
all of Seattle why they hate you,

and then this zombie
army outfit that's like

your only family, throws you out

because this floozy
outed you as a human?

Pretty much covers it.

That's terrible.

What are you gonna do now?

Well, lately, I've been really into
lying on the couch and looking up.

Sometimes sideways.

Enough about me, what about you?

Well, since you liberated me
and gave me the cure,

I've done what I said I was gonna do.

Traveled the world looking for
a perfect place to call home.

And I found it.

Italy.

Amalfi Coast.

I rented a place in Positano.

Sixmonth lease, as long as
a tourist visa allows.

Sounds fancy.

I may have been a working girl,
but I was no dummy. I saved.

Like Jamie Lee Curtis in Trading Places.

It was on cable.

Watched it here on the couch.

I just came back to move the stuff
from my house into storage,

and, of course, to thank you
for what you did for me.

Yeah, and then I saw the
shirt, and, well, anyway...

Here you are.

Here I am.

Hey, if you need help
moving stuff tomorrow,

I mean, my schedule is...

Wide open?

Yeah, so...

Really?

Okay.

Good evening. I'm Johnny Frost.

In the wake of 206 Weekly's
controversial zombie story,

parents in some local schools are now

refusing to let their
children attend classes

until they conduct blood pressure
screenings on all students.

What do they say
at FillmoreGraves?

Discovery Day is coming?

It certainly feels that way.

If Katty's cocktail napkin collection

was any indication, she
spent plenty of time here.

If Clive is spending time drilling
down on the TuttleReid case,

the least I can do is some
additional follow up with Katty.

Hey. What can I get for you?

I'm with the SPD.

I'm looking into the
death of a hotel guest.

Do you recognize this woman?

Sorry. Never seen her before.

But I'm just filling in for the
regular guy for a couple days.

- Thanks, anyway.
- Yeah.

You know?

I might as well have a vodka
tonic now that I'm here.

I'm off duty.

Of course.

Feel like some company?

I don't want to travel all the time,

but that's where the money is.

There's something kind of cowboy about
being on the road all the time.

I think Bon Jovi wrote a song about you.

I gotta say, I envy you.

Traveling city to city.

A lot of opportunities for reinvention.

Chances to try on a whole
new version of yourself.

Excuse me. Last call, guys.

Okay.

You know, I have a
fullystocked minibar.

Why don't you give me
15 minutes and join me.

I need to call my wife,
report on my day.

What's your room number?

What are you doing, Liv?
What are you doing?

Still
reaching out to ya, Harley.

Nobody's been able to find
you, so give us a shout.

Waiting to know what's what.

Is this how it's going to be now?

You refusing to even look at me?

I'm not refusing to look at you.

Clearly you're being distant.

It's not my fault we brainbanged.

I'm just having a weird day, okay?

Most women can't help thinking
about sex when they look at me.

You'll get used to it.

I have to ask. Did you see my...

I don't want to talk about it.

I'll take that as a yes.

And you're welcome.

Hey. Peyton, what's up?

So, in news of the weird...

Baracus stopped by my office yesterday,

asked me to be his chief of staff.

Whoa. That's huge.

Do you think Baracus knows you
suspect him in the Weckler case?

Is this his way of buying you off?

I tested him.

He didn't even blink when
I mentioned Tatum Weckler,

so, if he turned her into a zombie

to blackmail her father,
he's a world class liar.

I think you should take the job.

Yeah?

If it turns out Baracus wasn't
complicit in Weckler's death,

then you can help the city's first
zombie mayor through a time of crisis.

And if it turns out he was,
you can keep an eye on him,

see what he's going to do next.

I don't know why
I'm drawn to this place.

It must have something to do
with Katty's murder.

Two hours, no visions.

But still, I don't want to leave.

You look surprised.

Was buying me a drink a weird
hint to stay at the bar?

No. I just... I...

I thought my fortune had peaked
with the appreciative smile.

Unless you're a hooker.

Excuse me?

Um... Yeah, it was a joke.

Um...

I mean, I was saying that that's
why you would talk to me...

Um, looking like you do.

How is it that I look?

Like, way out of my league.

Yes, um, door open...

Please, have my card.
Please, have my...

Please, have my key.

Yes!

I just can't. I'm sorry.

You're sorry?

Hey.

Everything okay?

Your text seemed kind of urgent.

I'm just so happy to see you.

Yeah?

That's more of a welcome back from a
sevenmonth tour in Afghanistan hug.

I wanted to ask you something.

What exactly are we?

Glad you brought that up.

I've been meaning to tell you.

We're zombies.

No, I mean, us. Together.

Are we a couple?

I think so.

Unless you don't think so.

An exclusive couple?

Are you technically a couple
if you're not exclusive?

I don't know.

I think couple equals exclusive.

I can't believe you were doubting this.

I've just been feeling
a little uncertain lately.

I haven't had the best
luck with boyfriends.

And I think I may have been keeping
you at arm's length because of that.

Well, knock that crap off.

How can one person have that much stuff?

Now I see why you tracked me down.

Free manual labor.

Curses. You saw through my plan.

You poor fragile thing.

Tell me where it hurts.

Everywhere.

I mean, here definitely.

Here.

Here.

Here.

Okay.

Here?

You stole this whole bit
from Raiders of the Lost Ark.

Yeah, saw it on the couch.

Good movie.

Wow.

I definitely didn't fake that one.

That's the first time in years.

I'm glad I could be a part of it.

Why don't you come with me?

Come away to Positano.

Right.

Why not?

You're just telling me
about your life here,

how people treat you.

What's keeping you here?

When's our flight?

I'm being serious.

Yeah. So am I.

You're right.

I just need to pack.

And my old squad's
throwing me a sendoff.

I gotta go to that, but then...

Why not?

New Seattle
mayor, Floyd Baracus,

has declared a state of emergency

in response to the spread
of the Aleutian flu,

a condition for which he says

there is a vaccine, but no known cure.

Big government to the rescue?

I'm sure that'll work out fine.

When none of the Johns brothers
showed up to open Wham Bam's,

I thought for sure we'd
find them out here.

Maybe zombies ate the others and
were saving Harley for later?

Whatever it is,
he deserves a proper burial.

It's possible the rest are still alive,

maybe captured, now
the zombies are trying to get

whatever intel they can out of them.

Beginning Monday,
all Seattle public schools

will be closed.

Look here. We've been tracking

all the Chaos Killer victims and
the bodyguards protecting them.

Let's get some guys and
hit every location

until we find Harley's brothers.

Starting here.

That's where a bunch
of bodyguards seem to gather.

We humans, we protect our brothers
until our last dying breath.

I'm all for helping out, but...

I'm not looking to die.

We all die, Billy.

The mayor's announcement
comes amid growing concern,

believe it or not, about zombies.

Yes, zombies.

No, that's right. They're
coming for your brains!

Wake up, sheeple!

All those bar napkins,
we might as well ask around.

Maybe it won't be a waste of time.

Yeah, but I'm not sure why
you need me to come with you.

You might have a vision.

We've done this sort of thing a lot.

Excuse me, sir?

What can I get for you folks?

Clive Babineaux, homicide.

This is Liv Moore.
She's a medical examiner.

Right. A murdered lady. Ms. Kupps.

You knew who she was?

Hey.

I almost didn't recognize you.

You didn't lose a lipstick, did you?

Pretty gold case?

Nope. Thanks though.

You were saying you knew her.

She was memorable. Big tipper.

Hey. You're here early.

I must look like another customer.

Do you remember if Ms. Kupps
was in the bar Tuesday night,

the night of the murder?

I feel like she was in here every night,

but I can't be positive
she was here that night.

Think hard.
You said she was memorable.

Was it just because of the big tips?

No.

No, she was memorable
because she left the bar

with a different man every single night.

God.

Do you think you'd be able to describe
any of the men she left with?

Well, probably four or five.

I want to send a police sketch
artist over to talk to you.

- Sure.
- I'll contact you with the details.

- Thank you.
- No problem.

See? Worth a trip.

Totally.

A woman who picks up that many men,

what are the odds one night
she picked the wrong guy?

While we wait on our sketches,

I've got another one
of the first class passengers

coming to the station later, you free?

I'm not.

I'm going to a party with my boyfriend,

and I absolutely can't miss it.

So, Mr. Edsall...

Ms. Kupps met with you
about the Paris flight?

Yeah. She came by in the morning.

Asked her questions, blah blah,
CDC stuff, and she left.

Look, you want to know what happened
on that flight, talk to my wife.

She sat next to me
the whole time doing nothing.

Wait, according to the passenger
list, your wife was in coach.

Yeah, there was a screwup and
they wouldn't let us upgrade.

So I switched seats with the
girl sitting next to my wife,

so I wouldn't have to
listen to her bitch at me

the whole week about
how I abandoned her.

You switched seats with a girl...

Let me guess...

In 17D.

Yeah.

Man of the hour! Come on!

All right, um,
everyone, this is Natalie.

Natalie... Everyone.

Natalie!

Must be nice to be pretty, son.

Hey, so is Liv here yet?

Just texted. Crime stuff,
she's gonna be late.

- All right.
- Drinks. Drinks.

I can't believe I'm back here.

I should just stand up right now and go.

I can refuse this brain's desires...

I can walk out right now.
I have the power.

Isn't this a pleasant surprise?

You finally tanned and dyed.

Mind if I join you?

Okay, 11:00.

Brownhaired lady
with the burgundy cardigan.

Okay. So, she owns
a crafty small business.

- Like a knitting store.
- A knitting store?

It's a thing.

She sells knitting supplies like...

- Yarn?
- Exactly.

You had to search for yarn?

I have had four drinks.

Okay. So, she owns this knitting store,

and, it's got some
illconceived pun for a name,

like Knitpicker, or...

Ittie Bittie Knittie Committee?

Yes!

And her secret sex fantasy
is being tied up.

With yarn, of course.

No. See, that's the thing.

It's with anything but yarn.

That's her kink.

You know, I bet they're over there
playing the same game as us.

Look at them. Trying to
guess our sexual fantasies.

Is this your stealthy way of asking
me about my sexual fantasies?

No.

What are your sexual fantasies?

- Feel free to get specific.
- You first.

Chicken.

Said the man who's stalling.

Okay.

I've been staying in this hotel
since I got back from Tripoli.

Since then, I've developed
a pretty detailed fantasy

involving the desk in my suite.

Your sex fantasy is about furniture?

No. It's about having sex
with a beautiful woman

who is sitting on top of the furniture.

The desk is right up against this
window that overlooks the city.

- A bang with a view.
- Yeah.

There's something erotic
about it, actually.

Being intimate, but on display.

It's also a really nice desk.

Now how am I supposed to follow that?

You owe it to yourself to try.

Okay.

So, I'm completely naked...

Excellent start.

Clive Babineaux.

You expecting something from the CDC?

- What is it?
- Fax. No cover.

Passenger ID request
on an Air Liberte flight...

17D? Yeah, that's me.

You seen Harley Johns lately?

Harley Johns? No. Why?

Just... The guy's basically disappeared.

Whole Johns clan, just off the map.

That's weird.

Yeah.

It is weird.

Detective?

Babineaux.

Is Patrice here?

And a parent, maybe?

Um, we're not supposed
to have guests this late.

I'm not a guest, I'm the police.

Could you get Patrice for me?

Hello, Patrice.

I need to ask you some questions.

You recently flew from Paris to
Seattle on Air Liberte, correct?

Yeah?

And you changed seats?

Switched with a man in first class?

Yeah, but I...

Were you or anyone in this house
approached by this woman?

She worked for the
Center for Disease Control.

She was murdered.

No. I've never seen her.

Don't lie to me, Patrice.

I... Like I said, I don't...

What the hell's going on, girls?

Do you know what time it is?

Carey Gold?

Patrice is your daughter?

Everyone. Everyone.
Can I have your attention?

Everyone, if I may?

A toast!

To Major Lillywhite.

A good man, a good friend.

Too pretty?

Too human?

Too tan?

Alas, yes.

But I say, let us not judge a man

by the color of his skin,

but by the content of his character.

To Major!

Hey, hey, there's a beverage here.

All right. I'll miss you guys, too.

I mean it.

I'm gonna miss you guys.

Back at you, man.

Listen, can we talk?

Yeah.

What's up?

I hate to pull you out of there.

It's Liv.

She was supposed to be
here a couple hours ago,

now I can't get a hold of her.

Like, is this a thing she does or...

No. Sometimes she gets
caught up in her work.

I'm sure something just came up.

Brace yourself. You ready?

- Ready for what?
- Go get her, White Fang.

My.

You had a dog in there?

Yeah, poor guy.

He's getting tired of hotel life.

I'll finally get him to
my new place tomorrow.

He's gonna like having a yard.

I got a couple of brain tubes

in my minifridge if you're hungry.

Or we can order room service.

I should get going.

It's probably getting late.

You know, I have to,
confess something to you.

Yeah?

I've been thinking about you since
we met at the Baracus fundraiser.

Sure I can't talk you into staying?

Perhaps joining me in the shower?

Hey.

You know that guy?

What guy?

Guy in the dark coat just wandered
in here, started drinking our beer.

Never seen him before.

Probably some wino, got a whiff of
alcohol, sensed an opportunity.

Hey, buddy.

Yo, dude, look, it's...

Zombies are abominations.

That's what we are. Abominations!

No.

I told Liv I didn't want her out
there putting herself in...