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Time to look alive, baby.

So, last night,

is that a service you
provide all your clients?

What do you think?

I think I'm paying you
25 grand a month
to keep me in brains.

So, answering your booty call
should get me a rebate.

Oh, Jackie.
I made you a zombie.

But I would never
make you a whore.

LIV: Finding that special
someone is never easy.

Someone who
really gets you,

not just someone who
gets you through the night.

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

And love in the time
of zombie-ism,
that's even harder.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Liv!

Hey. I thought Jesse
locked himself out again.

Is this a bad time?

I just got out of the shower.
You know, getting ready
for the day.

Well, I won't keep you.
I just came to say hi.

And apologize for
all the weirdness lately.

And, fancy coffee?

Oh. (STUTTERS) That's for me?

I usually wait a couple
of hours till I drink
my second giant cup.

Oh, thanks.

That's whack, yo.

I take it Jesse
didn't work out.

Not so much. That's
the last time I ever find
a roommate on Craigslist.

I can't live with someone who
starts every sentence with,

"Hey, yo, trip," and always
thinks I'm frontin'.

(CLEARS THROAT)
JESSE: Weak, man.

Sheesh!

Jesse really insists
on a lot of bass.

I'm so sorry, Major.

The only reason you
even need a roommate

is because
I was supposed to be paying
half the rent by now.

Liv, it's fine.

You know,
I'll find another roommate.

And, uh... Thank you
very much for the coffee.

Hey, did that Eddie kid
turn back up at the shelter?

No, uh, he's still missing.

And now Jerome hasn't been
around for a couple days, so,

I'm kind of freaked
out about that.

I mean, he's returned
my texts but I don't think
he's coming back

until he finds...

Hey.

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

You're up.

(NERVOUSLY)
You should meet Liv.

Oh, right. Hi.

Uh, Liv, this is Corinne.

Hey, hi. So nice to meet you.

Yeah, likewise.

Oh. You went to UDub, too?

No, I went to Stanford.

Stanford's great.

Nice, good school.

Okay, well, I'm just gonna
take off but it's so nice
to see you both.

LIV: Actually,
it wasn't that bad.

In the sense that it
could have been much worse.

Right. I might have cried,
for instance. Or thrown up.

Or grabbed that mug,

which happened to be
my very favorite morning
coffee mug

when Major and I were together

and shattered it in
a million pieces
like my heart.

And then forced her to walk
barefoot across the shards.

Exactly, but,

I didn't do any of that.

If Major and I
are to be friends,

I have to be able
to handle these things,
be mature. And I was.

Well, I'm glad
you survived.

Sadly, our latest
John Doe here

won't be, uh, handling
much of anything.

The lack of bleeding indicates
they were removed post-mortem?

Hmm. As were the molars.

Suggesting both were done
to make the body
more difficult to ID.

I've seen this before.

Typically with Asian
gangland murders.

Which would also be
consistent with his gang tat.

He's been a member
of the Blue Cobras
for five to seven years,

based on the sub-dermal
dispersion of the ink.

"Cause of death,
hemorrhagic shock

"due to excessive
internal bleeding, as a result
of multiple contusions

"and severe
deep-muscle trauma."

Well, based on
the abdominal
bruising pattern,

I'd say he was
kicked to death.

It's a "Boot Party,"
I believe they call it.

I'm guessing Clive
would appreciate
your help on this one.

You might want to take
a, uh, working lunch.

LIV: Hiding your true self
from the entire world
gets old fast.

Thank God I have Ravi,

someone who's seen mine
and seems to be okay
with the secret me,

and the dietary demands life
as a zombie requires.

(WHIRRING)

EVAN: Holy crap.

My sister's about to saw open
a dude's skull.

No, she's not.
This is rad.

I've never seen you
do the gnarly stuff.

And you're not
about to. (CHUCKLES)

Oh, right, the spare key.

Remember, you got to turn it
and jiggle.

Thanks again for letting
me crash with you for a few.

Mom's in one of her moods?

You mean
the 16-year mood where
she rides my ass nonstop?

Four A's and two B's.

I understand that
in many homes

that's considered
a pat-on-the-back,

frame-the-report-card
achievement.

This is why I convinced her
my apartment's
in a dead cell zone.

Oh, you picked
the perfect time,
Peyton's out of town.

Balls.

Some big DA
conference in Spokane.

By the way,
she totally knew

you'd been in her room
last time you came over.

Her stuff had been moved.

She thought you'd
even slept in her bed.

All I did was try
her personal massager.

I could never work out the
kinks in my shoulders, so,

maybe I was
using it wrong.

Whoa, dude's got no fingers!

Touch her stuff again
and neither will you.

Okay.

LIV: What a pleasant surprise
it might've been

if Chinese brains
or Spanish brains
or Italian brains

tasted like the cuisines
for which their regions
were famous.

No such luck.

Besides, my taste buds
are as half-dead
as the rest of me.

Dr. C, I hear you got
a John Doe for me.

Oh, he's right
over here, Detective.

Yeah, I'll never how
you can eat down here.

That's why I leave my coffee
at the bottom step,

so it doesn't get
that morgue-y smell.

(SNIFFS)

Asian gang, huh?

Indeed.

(SIGHS) Poor Sammy.

So, you two have already met.

It's Sammy Wong.
What's left of him, anyway.

How do you know him?

Long story.

Okay then,
any theories
on who did this?

Might I suggest
a disappointed former
piano teacher?

Well, stay out of it.
I can handle this without
your psychic powers.

I'd like to help if...
Stay out of it.

Who you been
talking to, Ray! Hmm?

(GRUNTS)

You been chatty, boy?

SAMMY: Come on, Clive.
Ray's cool.

I told you, Sammy!
Stay out of it
or you're up next!

What'd you just see?

Nothing. Not a thing.

You're telling me back
when Clive worked Vice,

he had a mustache?

Facial hair isn't exactly
the headline here, Ravi.

I saw Clive giving
a Rodney King-quality

beat-down to
some guy named Ray,
accusing him of snitching.

Snitching about what?
No idea.

But he threatened our
fingerless friend, too.

Sammy was there. I saw him.

No wonder Clive doesn't
want my help on this case.
He's a dirty cop.

Whoa, Liv, slow down.

Look, what you saw
is a bit unsettling,

but let's not jump
to conclusions.
You know Clive.

But do I? Do I really?
You're right.

There's probably
another explanation.
Yes.

Just like there is for seeing
this chick Corinne

in Major's house at 8:00 a.m.,

wearing his shirt,
slobbering all over my cup.

Actually, that
doesn't seem to beg
for another explanation.

Why didn't I see it?
She's angling to move in.

"I'll share the rent with you,
Major. I'll share everything."

Slut.

Major's spare room
is barely cold

and there she was, hovering.

Major loves a thumping bass.
I'll bet that she was the one
with the delicate ears.

Liv, listen to yourself.

They've only been seeing
each other for a couple
of weeks.

You're sounding
a little paranoid.

Oh, you're on her side now?

No. I'm just saying
you've had a pretty
radical change of heart

since you ate lunch.

Or should I say,
"change of head."

You are who you eat, right?

You don't just
have their visions,

you also get some of their
personality traits.

It's possible Sammy here

had an anxious,
fearful thought process,

with bouts of irrationality
and delusion.

You're right.
Let's not freak out.

It's too soon for Corinne
to move in with Major.

He's too fragile right now.

She's his rebound.
(PEN CLICKS)

Hmm.
That's why you should
move in with him

and head her off at the pass.

Me?
He needs a house-mate.

I think you two would
really hit it off.

Uh, I'm not looking to
give up my privacy,
which I enjoy.

You'd have your own room.
And bathroom.

How much more "privacy"
do you need?

What sort of
perversions are you into?

I also don't want to
lock myself into a lease.

Ever since
the CDC sacked me

with no notice,
week-to-week is how I roll.

So, to sum it up,
satisfied with my
current living situation,

concerned with your paranoia
with regards to both
Major and Clive.

Duly noted. But remember,

just because I'm paranoid
doesn't mean there's not some

strange stuff
going on out there.

Ah, grazie, bella.

Nice fake bake,
Donatella Versace.

How do you get yours
to come out so even?

By sleeping with someone
who's got her own
private aesthetician.

Did my two sides
of beef come in?

In the back.

Oh, morning, boss.

I need you two
on deliveries today.

Do you think you can
handle that this time?

Yeah, from now on
we're each typing

every address
into our phones.

That mix-up
won't happen again.

Well, it definitely won't
happen a third time.

Here's today's list.

Any questions?

(DOOR OPENS)

Don't startle them.
They're thinking.

Nope. We're good to go.

I think my clients
are going to like this
latest creation.

Braised cerebellum
a la Grenoble.

Ah, that sounds expensive.

It tastes like money.

Uh-uh!

What are you looking at?
Brains are for closers. Go.

Go.

Go.

LIV: Vice.
Clive's old stomping ground.

Why would anyone ever leave?

Hey, doll.

CROSS-DRESSER: Oh! Hey!
OFFICER: Keep walking.

So, Sammy's dead.

Hey, Marty, did we
have a dead pool
going on Sammy Wong?

Not on that one, Devore.

Hmm. No pool.

Then my reaction
would be... Meh.

I guess there was
a Vice case.

Detective Babineaux,
he was your partner?

He identified Sammy's body.

We're having a tough time
getting any other information
out of him.

I appreciate
all the hard work

you must do down
at the ME's office,

but I still can't help you
with a Vice case.

Not one that's ongoing.
It's ongoing, huh?

Well, is there anything
more general that
you could tell me?

You know, like,
your experience
working with Clive

or what he was like
on a professional level?

I mean, just before I go
too far down the road
with this guy.

Well, I can tell you that
he was always looking out
for Number One.

That he was a little too close
to his CIs.

That no one was surprised
when he got suspended.

And when he left for Homicide,
no one was sorry
to see him go.

He got suspended? For what?

Let's just say
the thin blue line
can get a lot thinner

when you're working in Vice.

Why didn't Clive ever tell us
he'd been suspended?

Well, it's such a wonderful
conversation starter.

You'd think
he'd lead with it.

Then people would immediately
begin assuming the worst.

I haven't been
assuming the worst.

I see it in living,
if somewhat blurry, color.

And it looks a lot like
Clive's a dirty cop.

Throwing around his muscle.

I mean, the guy he was
beating up in front of
Sammy, that Ray character,

his shirt said
Hong Kong Video staff on it.

He could shed some light
on Clive's involvement
in all this.

This is the place.

We need to get a
better sense of who

and what we're dealing with
without raising any red flags.

Follow my lead.

Should I be concerned that
whatever you're about to do
requires gum?

Hey, there.

I was wondering
if you could help me.

I'm looking for this guy Ray?

How do you know Ray?

I met him at a party.
It was kind of a while ago

but we, like,
hooked up, or whatever.

Do I sound so totally
slutty right now?

Well, yeah... When don't you
sound so totally slutty?

Dude!
You asked.

Whatever.
I was cleaning out my bag

and I found this.

And I had this
drunken flashback

and remembered
Ray gave it to me.

So, I thought maybe
he worked here.

Her life is, um, like
the whorey version
of that movie Memento.

What? If you couldn't
look back at the sexts
from the night before,

we'd never know
where you'd been
or who you've done.

Here's the deal,

my friend Melanie
here has a thing

for men of the,
uh, Asian persuasion.

In a big way, so, uh, if
you could point her in the
direction of this Ray guy,

maybe I can get the hell out
of here and get the lunch
I thought I was getting.

Because this isn't me
eating a tostada, is it?

Wait here.

That's one way
to take a shower.

Your desire for privacy
in your living arrangements

is starting to come
into sharper focus.

Oh, look. They actually
have the whorey version
of Memento.

I swear, A.J.
I didn't say a word!

Are you sure? Not even one?
No. (WHIMPERING)

Let's see if some wasabi
jogs his memory.

(SCREAMING) Oh, no, no, no!
Clive!

My man! (LAUGHS)

You're just in time.
We found our rat.

How could you
think it was Ray?

(LAUGHING)

(GASPS)

What is it?
We need to go, now.

I hear you're looking
for Ray.

And that you're
into Asian dudes.

I'm A.J.,
and I'm into white girls.

Really white girls.

You might just be
my Moby Dick.

I didn't catch your name.

Melody.

You sure about that?

Please. It's been
Melody, Melanie.

She even tried to get me
to start calling her
Starfire last year,

but I drew a line.

So, how did you say
you and my buddy Ray
know each other?

I don't really know him.
We just met the once.

What do you want
to see him about?

We just hit it off,
that's all.

Trust me, you don't
want to try and understand
her thought process.

I'd just give her Ray's
number and, uh, say a little
prayer for your buddy.

Well, it seems weird to me that
a girl like you would have to
track down a guy for a date.

And why would he give you
the card to the video store

and not his cell phone number?

Maybe I should've
taken the hint.

This was a bad idea.

Well, no. We're here now,
I'm sure A.J. here can

hook you up with
an e-mail address or a...

Nice ink, by the way.
Is that a snake?

It's a cobra.

A blue cobra. Very cool.

Very cool.

Much cooler than if you
chose, say, a puff adder.

Or a common krait.

Uh, I think you've
embarrassed yourself

enough for one day.
(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

Uh, we're gonna go away.
Um...

Lovely store, gentlemen.

That's not just a shop renting
more Asian porn than I could
possibly imagine.

It's like
the Blue Cobras' clubhouse.

I had a vision when we
were in the porn room.

That guy, A.J.?
He's the main Cobra.

He ordered one of his boys
to stick wasabi in some
other guy's eye

to make him confess
to snitching.

Looks like the Cobras
are looking to plug a leak.

Clive showed up in the vision.

It sounded like Clive
had been helping A.J.

And this Ray
we're looking for,

the guy Clive beat up?

It looked like he was
A.J.'s best bud.

Bloody hell.

Okay, let's not
presume too much.

A good cop investigating
Sammy's murder
would logically come here.

So would a dirty cop
reporting to his partners.

Clive is helping them
ferret out a snitch.

Let's wait and see
where he goes next.

Or not.

Do you realize you have like,
zero junk food?

Although, who knows,
there could be a bag
of Cheesy Puffs

buried in Peyton's
sports bra drawer.

I imagine she owns enough
sports bras to warrant
their own drawer.

You don't have to say
it's true. Just cough twice.

Evan, come over here now.

What?

Does that guy look
suspicious to you?

Now that you mention it,
he is spending an awful
long time by that bush,

waiting for his dog to pee.
I know, right?

Have you by any chance been
taking advantage of our

state's liberal
marijuana laws?

No, why, have you?
Jeez, paranoid much?

Stay out of Peyton's room
and off drugs. I'm going
to take a shower.

Let me know
if you see anything unusual.

Especially with that guy
and his so-called dog.

(SIGHS)

By the time we finish
the rest of these deliveries
the gym's going to be closed.

Yeah. I guess I could
pop out the free-weights
at home.

But it's just not the same.

I feed off the on-lookers,
you know?

I hate this, man.

I miss my old life.
I'm wasting my potential.

Why did Blaine have to
go and scratch us?
I didn't ask for this.

Neither did I.
Meanwhile,
all Blaine has to do

is scratch rich dudes
and create more customers

and charge them out
their ass for brains,

because he's
the only game in town.

He's making money
hand over fist with this
awesome business model,

and we're out here
working like a couple of
frickin' pizza delivery boys.

Screw that guy.

You thought any more
about what I told you?

Go into business
for ourselves?

He's not gonna like it.
No one likes losing.

But someone's got to be
losing if someone else
is winning.

That's just fricking science.

What do I always say?
"You can't flex fat."

"The best way to predict
the future is to create it."

Oh. Yeah. That is true.

It is true, Dante.

There are no
hand-outs in life.

There are no free rides.

You got to make things
happen for yourself.

And when opportunity knocks,
you can keep sitting
on your futon

and watching
Real Homemakers
of Whoretown

like a fatty fat-ass,

or you can answer the door.

I'm answering the door.

How would we even
get started?

Dude! We already know
where to find
our first clients.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

What's the latest with
Mr. My-Dog-Needs-To-Pee

At-the-Exact-Same
Time-Every-Night?

Evening, Liv.

Evan, this is the detective
I work with.

Clive Babineaux.

Yeah, he said already.
That's why I let him in.

Give us a minute, will you?
You can hang out in my room.

I'll be in Peyton's.

Why the hell were you
talking to my old partner?

I was trying to help out
with the case.

I thought I was very clear
about not needing your help.

You were.
I thought you could use
someone to watch your back.

I have a feeling
Sammy ran with some
really bad dudes.

What kind of feeling?

Have you been having
one of your little hoodoo
film festivals up in there?

No. I haven't had
a single vision.

So you know,
Sammy Wong was
in Federal Witness Protection.

He was?

I guess the Feds
didn't do such a good job
on the protection part.

No, he was fine for
six months in Albuquerque,

but his dumb ass
had to sneak back here

and visit his dying mom.

Look, there are higher forces
at work here, Liv.

If you don't stay out of it,

you're going to
wind up getting hurt.

Hey. Ravi, right?

We, uh,
kind of met last week.

Of course.
Uh, Liv's ex-fiance.

Sorry.
It's fine.

Is that gonna be
weird for you, by the way?

You being Liv's ex-fiance?

Yeah.

No?

Are you sure?
It seems like you're
a little off about it.

Like that "no" kind of had
a question mark at the end.

I'm pretty sure
I'm okay with it.

Okay. Good?

So, Liv's not here,
she'll be back shortly.

Would you like
to wait for her?

I don't... I don't really
need to wait.

Okay.

Uh, I can for
a couple of minutes,
if you need me to.

Um, is now not a good time?

Do you need to finish up
or something?

I'm sorry,
this is an incredibly
strange conversation.

Are you here to see Liv?

No. I thought I was here
to talk to you.

Me?
Yep.

Uh, about the room
that I'm renting out?

Of course.

Liv had said that
you were looking
for a place

and you wanted to meet
to talk about it.

But maybe... Maybe
I had the wrong person.

Are you not looking
for a place?

I suppose I'm not
"not" looking for a place.

Uh, my current
situation isn't ideal.

You know,
dodgy neighborhood.

Thin walls.
Lots of noise issues.

Oh! I just had some
noise issues myself,
I get it. Believe me.

What's the point of having
7.1 HD surround sound

if you can't use it
without neighbors
banging on your walls?

Look, I'm sure you've noticed
my work situation isn't
the liveliest.

When I unwind, I like some
feel-it-in-your-bones audio.

(SIGHS)

I'm assuming at this price,
the tip is included.

Talk to your boss
if you have any problems
with that.

It's kind of insult
to injury, huh?

He turns you into
a zombie and then charges you

an arm and a leg for brains.

Are you trying to be funny?

(CHUCKLES) No.

I'm trying to tell you
I have empathy for your cause.

Let me share something
with you, Jackie.

You know why Blaine
sets his prices so high?

Because he can.
Because he...

Very good. We got a smart lady
on our hands here, Dante.

You see, Blaine has
what's called a monopoly.

He can sell brains
at a sky-high price

because he has no competition.

It's not like you're gonna
go off on your own.

Start digging up graves
or something.

Yeah, I'm not
much of a digger.

Of course you're not.
You're a classy lady.

And a victim.

And I'm here to tell you,
it doesn't have
to be that way.

You have options.
Do I?

What if I told you there
was an alternative
to Blaine's service?

High-quality brains
at a fraction of what
you're currently paying.

It would be nice to stick it
to Blaine and save
a little cash.

You understand
I'll need some time
to think this through.

Of course.

I have to tell you,
I admire your chutzpah.

I didn't peg you
for the enterprising type.

Ah, that's because
we're jacked.

People assume we're dumb.

But we're living proof
that it doesn't take body fat
to have a phat idea.

There's no way you have that.

Apparently there is,
because I do.

How did you get your hands
on a Windforce?

Uh, what is that,
like, uh, 1.2
attacks per second?

1.4.

I thought I was
so badass with my
Exalted Orbit Stones.

Hey.
This is the most
unbelievable kismet.

It's crazy kismet.
Major is a Level 66

Wizard in Diablo III.

Level 70 Demon Hunter.
Right there.

Oh, you're going to lose
your mind when you see it
on a 4K Ultra HDTV.

Dude.
It's basically like having
a holodeck.

So, this holodeck,
are you thinking

it's an "in your bedroom"
holodeck,

or more of like a
"communal living room"
holodeck?

Bedroom. Unless you're
okay with blackout curtains
in your living area.

I am not a fan
of gaming with glare.

Totally fine with
blackout curtains.

So, wait, this is a thing?

You two are moving
in together?

He had me at 4K Ultra HDTV.

I'm surprisingly intrigued
by the prospect of
College Football Saturdays.

Lager. Wings.

Bow down to... Washington?

Yeah! You're getting it.

All right, I'm gonna
get going. Um,

give me a buzz later, we'll
go over the logistics.

Will do.
Cool. See ya.

Clive showed up at my place.

He found out that
I talked to his old partner.

He told me if I didn't stay
out of the case,

I could get hurt.
He threatened you?

Basically, yeah.
And he seemed very concerned

with me having any
case-related visions.

And you didn't tell him
you already have?

Are you crazy?

I don't know if
he believed me,
but I played dumb.

Hmm. See, before
Major showed up,

I was going through some
Asian gang mug shots

and found our Anthony Jin.

A.J.'s father was head
of the Blue Cobras

until five months ago,
when he was put away
on conspiracy charges.

Five months.

That's just after Clive
claims the FBI moved
Sammy to Albuquerque.

Wait? Sammy was in Wit-Sec?

Well, so Clive says.

Even if it's true,
that doesn't explain why

Clive was beating Ray up
or showing up for these
torture sessions at Cobra HQ.

If Sammy testified
against A.J.'s father,

no wonder he was constantly
looking over his shoulder.

But in the vision
that I had in the
video store,

A.J.'s cronies were torturing
a different guy for that.

That must have been before
Sammy turned state's witness.

And then later,
when Sammy was dumb enough
to leave Albuquerque

for a visit, who better
than a dirty cop like Clive

to give A.J. the heads-up
or maybe even to kill Sammy?

I don't want
to believe that's true.

Clive seemed surprised
to discover Sammy's body
in the morgue.

(GASPS)

See what that was?

That was me acting surprised.
It's not that hard
to pull off.

He might kill us
if he finds out
what we know.

That's why I brought
this tracking device.

Clive's shift ends
in 10 minutes.

I need you to
be my lookout

so I can attach
this to his car.

Let's not do
anything stupid, okay?

If Clive is who
you fear he is,

we need to
think this through.

Let's sleep on it
and tomorrow we'll decide
the best course of action.

Fine.
I'm serious, Liv.

I said fine.
See you tomorrow.

LIV: Sorry, Ravi,
I'm doing this.

Even though I'm not sure
I want to know
where it might lead.

You are not crazy.
You are not delusional.

(PANTING)

(GRUNTS)

WOMAN 1: Are you all right?
MAN: Wow, she got hit hard.

WOMAN 2: Hey, girlie.

(SAMMY GROANS)

Look on
the bright side, Sammy!

Your mom's going
to outlive you.

SAMMY: I got news for you.

You're all going down.
Your pal Ray is a cop.

(GASPS)
MAN 1: Are you okay?

MAN 2: Are you hurt?

WOMAN 1: Do you want us
to call somebody?
MAN 1: Here, let me help you.

(GASPS)

I know kung fu.

I know kung fu.

Stop!

I know that Ray's an
undercover cop, and if
he's not already dead,

the Cobras are going
to kill him!

What the hell's going on,
Liv?

I just saw the moment
Sammy was killed.

A.J. and his crew were
kicking him to death.

Ravi says they call it
a "Boot Party."

Right before they finished
the job, he told them that
Ray was an undercover cop.

Ray's burned? Damn it!

He was my partner, Liv.

My real partner when
I went deep undercover

trying to take
down the Blue Cobras.

Look, I lied about
not having any visions.

I saw you
beating up Ray, Clive.
I saw you at the DVD store.

You were there
when they were torturing
some guy for information.

You thought I was dirty?
That's what you thought?

I thought that
you might have been
working for the Blue Cobras.

Your former partner
told me you got suspended.

Hey, it's Babineaux.
Put me through to Devore.

We'll deal with this later.

We need to find Ray.

The team will meet you
at the hangar.

I'm guessing 20 minutes.
Do nothing before
your backup's there.

Okay, I'll see you there.

Ray's on his way back from
five days in Hong Kong with
a shipment of Utopium.

The Cobras like to use
a private airstrip outside
Snohomish to avoid Customs.

It's gonna be close,
but I think we can get
there before he lands.

Okay, let's go.
Not you-and-me "we."

Me, Detective Devore
and a team from
the gang unit.

You're going home.

Gnocchi stuffed with
medulla oblongata
in a fra diavolo sauce.

Fantastic. What is that,
cream in there?

Pureed neural tissue.
Gives it kind of a...
A silky texture.

Hmm.
(DOOR OPENS)

Ah, they're back!

Look, guys, I know you think
carbs are the enemy,

I know, but you
need to try this.

Oh, man. This is good.

Are you making
more of this?

This is definitely what
I'm having on my cheat day.

(LAUGHING)
Mmm.

Mmm.

Gonna do some
painting in here, huh?

In a manner of speaking.

You come up with
a name for your new
start-up?

I wouldn't give it
another thought.

It's no surprise, really.

Most small
businesses fail.
Yeah.

This is why we buy in bulk.

Remember, Julien,
I took you out
of this freezer,

and I can put you back in.

Loyalty, it's job one.

Come on, pick up, pick up...

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Babineaux.
LIV: You're there.

Sorry about all the calls.
I've been going crazy worrying
about you and Ray.

I've washed every piece
of laundry in my building.

You can relax.
The cavalry arrived in time.

You're both okay?

Ah, we're both enjoying
the sight of A.J.'s crew

spread-eagled
on a black and white.

When they rolled up,
we found enough heavy
artillery in the trunk

to put them all away
on weapons charges.

We also found
three bloody teeth.

I'll bet you chowder
at Ivar's at least one
of them belongs to Sammy.

I think I owe you more
than a bowl of soup.

I really messed up
on this one.
I should've trusted you.

Three times I told you
to stay out of it, Liv.

On two separate occasions.

I just didn't want you
to get a look

at some of that
dark crap in my past.

Your vision
did save Ray's life,
I'll give you that.

Listen, Clive, I just want
to say how much I...

Listen, I can't talk about it
right now, all right?

The cars are registered under
A.J.'s name but he wasn't
in the welcoming party.

We're gonna head over
to the video store and arrest
him for Sammy's murder.

Okay, well, give him my love.

(DOOR CREAKS)

Hello?

(GASPS)

See, the look
on your face tells me that

maybe you're not really
all that into Asian guys.

What else you been
lying about, cop?

One of my boys
followed you from my store
to the police station.

How long have you and Ray
been working together, cop?

You don't need
to protect Ray anymore.

He's dead.
Right now, it's just
you and me.

This just in from
Snohomish,

Ray is safe, and your boys
are cuffed and spread-eagled

on the hood of
a police cruiser.
Here's another shocker.

(GRUNTS)

I learned that from
your boy Sammy.

(BOTH GRUNT)

(LIV PANTING)

(DOOR SHUTS)

EVAN: Hey, sis!
Did someone say pizza?

(GRUNTS)

(GRUNTING)
Oh, my God.

Liv?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

I have to say, you're a lot
tougher than you look.

Guess I just landed
a lucky punch.

What are you, lady?

Just a girl!
You got your ass
kicked by a girl.

Get over it.
You're a freak.

I don't know how many
Take Back the Night
self-defense seminars

they gave at your
sorority house,

but I could pretty much
take out Batman with
a spiral notebook

and a student ID card.

How did you even
get on A.J.'s radar
in the first place?

I went to the video store,

asked a bunch
of stupid questions.

Right before you showed up,
I now realize,

to investigate Sammy's murder,
not to get instructions from
your gang overlord.

(SIGHS) That you'd even think
I'd be on the same side as
that twisted wannabe ninja...

Clive, I know it's
hard to understand,
but it's not like I just

heard a rumor
and believed it.

These visions
I get are powerful.

Seeing you that way,
seeing you so cold
and violent, it...

It scared me.

I lost a year of my life
going undercover.

You know what it's like
spending all that time

pretending to be
something you're not?

I can imagine
it's pretty rough.

I didn't become a cop
because I wanted to be
one of the bad guys.

That so-called suspension
Devore told you about

was supposed to get me
on the inside
of the Cobras' inner circle.

Which it did.

But I went so deep that
when I came back up,

no one wanted
to work with me.

Not even my partner.

That's why they had
to get me out of Vice.

Thought I'd get
a fresh start in Homicide.

I'm so sorry, Clive.

I know you're a good cop,
I just...

I was being crazy paranoid.

Too bad those visions of yours
don't come with footnotes.

So true.

If I ever have ever another

and you even
show up jaywalking,
I'll come to you first.

I'd appreciate that.

You going to be okay here?

I'll be fine.
I've got my muscle.

Welcome back, Detective.
Care for a slice?

Got quite a choice here.

Pepperoni
or double jalapeno.

That dude was right.
She's a freak.

No, thank you.

If you see anyone suspicious
who weighs more than
50 pounds, you call me.

You won't always land
that lucky punch.

Top secret, it was a kick
to the nards.

(CHUCKLES)

LIV: I know it's not
a different sun that came up
this morning.

But somehow, it looks sunnier.

Ravi is hitting it off
with Major,

who seems willing to give me
another shot at this
friends thing.

The "pretending
to be something I'm not"
isn't over,

but at least Sammy's brain
is out of my system, finally.

I'm so ready
to start looking forward

instead of constantly
watching my back.

What's that old zombie saying?

Today is the first day
of the rest of your
half-dead life.

Say nothing.
About what?

I'm glad you got over your
nerves about signing a lease.

Oh, no, there's no lease.
Major didn't want one.

Really? He's usually
a very by-the-book
kind of guy.

It's obvious, isn't it?

He saw how eager you were
to get me in here
to block Corinne.

He thinks you're sending
a signal that you're
not ready to let him go.

I wasn't sending a signal.
You weren't?

Huh...

Hey, Jackie, it's me.

Just want to
let you know that
thanks to your feedback,

those two
eager-beaver employees

are no longer
with the company.

I'm sending over a little
sample of something special
on the house,

as a thank you.

It's going to make you feel
like a teenager again.

I suggest you have it before
I see you tonight.

(PHONE BEEPS)

What about the shoes?

You a size 12?

Be my guest.
(CHUCKLES)

(CELL PHONE DINGS)

(SHATTERS)
(CLEARS THROAT)

(WHIRRING)

Push him forward.
Time to earn your keep.

(WHIRRING)