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Good morning,
I'’m Johnny Frost and
you'’re watchingFrost Bites.

According to Pentagon sources, anti-zombie hardliners
in our nation'’s capital

have won the day.

All shipment of brains
into Seattle have been
halted.

A delegation of Seattle
luminaries sent to lobby
on behalf

of the city'’s
undead population

received a chilly
response from
a Congress

dominated by a hardline
anti-zombie faction.

Though the hearing
was closed--

This is Peyton Charles,
leave me a message.

Hey, sweetie,
just heard the news.

I imagine you'’re asleep,
exhausted from arguing
with morons.

You better not be
on a plane back here.

You stay there
where it'’s safe.

There'’s gonna be a day
of reckoning in Seattle

once we'’ve run
out of brains.

Listen...

you should know,

-I love--

Oh, hello.

Yeah, back at you.

Oh, uh, sorry,
come in.

You look like
you'’ve already heard
the news.

Uh, yeah, it was
Johnny Frost,
Frost Bite,

no more brains
to Seattle,
they'’re just gonna--

No, different news,
mine is worse.

Renegade turned
herself into
Fillmore-Graves.

Whoa. They'’ve
got Levon, too.

They'’re gonna smash
their heads at
Fort Winning Park.

-When?
-Tomorrow. Noon.

I'’ve got to
get moving.

What are you gonna go do?

Beg Chase Graves
to spare Liv'’s life.

All right.

Good luck with that.

Come in.

Uh, you decent?

I'’m dressed.
That'’ll have to do.

Breakfast.

It'’s not much.

So, you know, uh,
the government has
decided to stop

all shipments of brains
into Seattle.

Hey.

I got your message.

Sounds like
I'’m in big trouble, huh?

I mean, I almost
didn'’t stop by,
I was so afraid

of what you'’d
do to me, I was like
can I even come?

It didn'’t occur to you
I might want that
news about Liv

before we made our way
up to the bedroom?

Well, I'’ve missed you
a lot and, you know,

I thought I might
never see you again

and let'’s face it,
it only set us back...

-ten minutes?
-Not even.

Hey, Ravi?

I'’m heading home to check
on my brothers.

-Yeah, okay.
-You'’re an animal.

-I would not have guessed.
-Goodbye, Jordan.

Okay, well, who'’s that?

Uh, that'’s a member
of Major'’s squad.

We need to get
a hold of Clive.

Clive

Do you want to face Clive
if this is the last chance
we ever have to see Liv?

It was just Ravi.

Maybe it'’s a sign.

Maybe we should wait.

Ravi'’s phone call is a sign?

Yeah.

Didn'’t we talk about this
all night?

Ravi, again.

Waiting until marriage
doesn'’t sound

even a little bit sexy?

Hello?

It'’s God.

-Hmm.
-He says we should wait.

It'’s Ravi, isn't it?

Uh, let me see that?

Ravi, take a hint, this...

I'’ll meet you there, bye.

Fillmore-Graves...

has Liv.

They plan
to execute her.

She'’s awake.

Justin?

Next meal'’s in two hours.

Well, then.

Enjoy.

-Major?
-Yeah, it'’s me.

Wait, how you doing?
Ravi said you went
back home today.

Well, I'’d say
I'’m at about 70%.

Where are you?

You remember that
terrible horse-themed hotel
where we busted

the Dead Enders?

It... wasn'’t so bad.

Listen, I need you to do
something for me.

Okay.

Where have you been

No "welcome home"

Got any more?

Levon.

Liv.

I love you.

-I love you so much.
-I love you.

-What did they do to you?
-I'’m fine, wait a second.

Wait, wait, wait!

Hang tough, Liv.

Don'’t let them break you!

Come in, Ms. Moore.

Last month, you sucker-punched
me in your precinct house,

while all your human
buddies looked on,

braying like donkeys.

I told you someday
you would regret it.

That day has arrived.

Tell me the names

of every conspirator
of the Underground Railroad.

Mangez monshort.

This is going to hurt.

Give me those names.

How'’s the stick working?

The stick will work.

Hmm.

Think we'’ll give
the carrot a shot.

Have her slap on
some makeup and
bring her to my office.

Imagine my surprise
when I found out
Renegade was Ms. Moore.

I suppose all the signs
were there.

Oh.

Here'’s the deal.

You get one minute
to say your goodbyes.

That'’s 20 seconds each.

-What?
-Chase, be reasonable.

Or Ms. Moore can earn
an extra minute

for each name of one
of her Underground
Railroad employees.

Starting now.

Clive, Levon'’s documentary.

It'’s all on a hard drive
in a cookie bowl
in my apartment.

Release it and see
if we can get
the crowd behind us.

Try to remember me
on this brain, Clive.

This is the one
that loves you.

You got it, partner.

I'’m not gonna get
to eat Isobel'’s brain.

She'’d want you to have it.

We'’re getting you
out of this, Liv.

-But if you don'’t...
-We'’re gonna get
you out of this.

-Your face.
-Fifteen seconds.

If they go through with this,
they'’re gonna pay, Liv.

I will make it my mission.

Then they should be
very afraid.

We always said
we were gonna make
big names for ourselves.

I guess we should'’ve
been more specific.

Time'’s up.

Unless you wanna put
another quarter in the slot.

I suggest you camp out
for seats.

I hear the ones up front
are going fast.

Good seats
are going fast.

It'’s safe to say
they'’ll place snipers there.

-There.
-Fillmore-Graves.
Papers, please.

Whoa, whoa, wait.
It'’s me.

-Major.
-We have a plan yet?

Working on it.

Peyton, what'’d you find?

Okay, I'’ve got some good news.

She'’s got good news,
what is it?

So, there'’s a manhole cover
50 yards from the guillotine,

if we can get Levon
and Liv that distance,

-they can disappear.
-We'’re in business.

You should ask him.

Ravi.

They'’re nearly ready
to release Levon'’s documentary.

Liv said to release it.

They wanna know
if you want your
face blurred.

No.

If it doesn'’t work,
they'’ll come after you.

Yeah.

Well...

I love you.

I know.

Oh, no, you didn'’t.

I'’m kidding,
I love you, too.

I love you mucho...
I...

I love you mucho grande.

I love you
like gangbusters.

To infinity and beyond...
I was doing Han Solo,

I thought
it would be charming.

It was a little charming.

I mean, I like
the groveling
afterwards better.

I can grovel some more.

Okay, I'’ll call you back
in 20 minutes with the
electrical grid information.

-Bye, dork.
-Bye.

I love you.

Well-played.

Snipers there,
there, there.

They wanna get underground.
Booby trap the manhole covers
here and here.

Commander.

You should take
a look at this.

What is it?

It appears to be
a full-length
documentary film

about the exploits of
our prisoner Renegade.

Liv Moore understood
the stakes when she
took over

Seattle'’s largest
human smuggling
organization.

She was there when
her predecessor
was executed.

She resuscitated
the organization when
others believed

Fillmore-Graves'’
attempt at intimidation
had succeeded.

Is that Paul Rudd narrating?

-Yeah, sounds like it.
-Paul Rudd, he'’s a good get.

Yeah.

I assume we'’ve already
begun identifying everyone
in this video?

-Of course, sir.
-Round them up.

There'’s an anvil
in their future.

Hey! Let go of me!
Get off me, dude!

Let her go.

I want back in.

I expect you back,
you never left.

Yeah, well, I want
double tubes this time.

-My family'’s starving.
-You get the same tubes
as everyone else.

I know where
you can find Lillywhite.

I believe we can find
some extra tubes for such
valuable information.

Clear!

The soup is still warm.

The mirror'’s
fogged up.

We just missed him.

Where the hell is he?

This guy was one
of the Fillmore-Graves
guards when Chase Graves

was threatening
to eat me.

Let'’s just waste him now.

-They'’ve killed enough of ours.
-Hey, now.

Curtis.

This is the guy
Renegade had me
bring back.

Major.

The floor is yours.

The woman you call
Renegade used to be
my fiancee.

She'’s someone
I care about deeply.

Look, I know how
Fillmore-Graves is going
to defend the park.

They don'’t want to get
into a gunfight. We need
to surprise them

and use the crowd
to our advantage.

At the last execution,
at least half the people there
were fans of executions.

Well, that won'’t be
the case this time.

You wanna know
how many people have
watched that documentary?

Almost 200,000.

That crowd will be
very pro-Renegade.

How many views was that?

A quarter million.

We'’ve turned her
into a folk hero.

Beloved by the simple
people of the village.

We can'’t execute her
tomorrow.

Not in the park,
probably not
publicly at all.

It has to be public!

Commander.

What is the one thing
that can'’t happen?

We'’ve talked about this.

A riot.

And why is that?

'’Cause we're badly
outnumbered.

Why else?

-You'’ve made your point, Hobbs.
-Because we do not know

how our men will react.

Will they fire indiscriminately
into a crowd?

That'’s what it's
going to take.

Fine, I'’ll take care
of this right now.

Commander, if I may.

00 a.m.

We can do it
at our warehouse
by the wharf.

We'’ll film everything
and release it once
the city has calmed

a bit.

Then it'’s decided.

Then it is decided.

I am so proud of you, Blaine.

Proud of the man
you'’ve become,

a businessman and innovator.

And soon...

a founding father
of a zombie republic.

Most of what'’s good about you
comes from your mother.

But, by God,
the ability to lead...

that you got from me.

I have a surprise
for you.

-You do?
-Donald, bring up my guest.

Okay.

Son, this is Enzo Lambert,
inspector for Fillmore-Graves.

At your service.

I know who he is,
why is he here?

Because the inspector
is on our side.

He'’s been secretly working
on our behalf.

He brought us
a peace offering.
Blaine, you wanna see?

Sure.

It'’s Crybaby Carl,

out on good behavior.

What'’s up, boss?

A zombie shouldn'’t serve time
for killing a human

any more than a human
should serve time
for ordering a steak.

MonsieurLambert has been
working on my behalf
for weeks, Blaine.

He has some thoughts for how
best to get our people
out of Seattle.

And how'’s that?

There is no safe way.

But there is a thoroughfare
that is safer than most.

It is guarded by a unit led
by an ineffective
lieutenant.

He is so loathed
and disrespected
by his men

that they have completely
lost their discipline.

That sounds promising.

Tomorrow morning,
the bulk of the Fillmore-Graves
fighting force will be

attending the execution
of the new Renegade.

You should take
your people at
that point.

You will meet only
token resistance
at our gates.

What do you say, Pops?

Seems the stars
have aligned.

In five, four, three... Two, one.

Drop what you'’re doing.

Your life as you know it
is over.

Come on,
pick up, pick up.

Major, change of plans,
big change of plans.

I just got word.
You'’re not gonna believe it.

Curtis is down at
the park, he says
there'’s already close

to a thousand
pro-Renegade supporters.

-We may have a shot.
-Yeah.

What do you suppose
is going on there?

Let me get everyone'’s
attention.

I just got word
from my source

that Fillmore-Graves
is moving the execution

to a warehouse they own
on Colorado and Hines.

-What?
-It gets worse.

They switched
times on us.

They'’ve moved it
up three hours.

Mmm-mmm.

No.

Mmm-mmm.

No, no,
this will not happen.

This cannot happen, no.

Absolutely not.

Where are they heading?

Now, we'’re going to
make this using whole brains
that we'’ve chunked.

Ah, oh!

Mmm, I'’m getting hints
of memories of
backyard barbecues

and cocoa by the fire.

Something
I don'’t recognize.

-I believe that'’s
domesticity.

Hey, you'’re not
allowed to be in here.

I believe we'’re getting
a visit from the acting mayor.

What?

Where am I

The one with
the red light, honey.

-Okay.
-This is happening,

-we'’re just letting it?
-Zoom in on One.

You got this.

In 58 minutes,
Fillmore-Graves
will execute

two members
of the Underground Railroad,

including the one known
as Renegade.

I know many of you
have seen the documentary

about the work
she does.

If you'’re serious
about living in a city

where zombies and humans
co-exist peacefully,

then head down
to Fillmore-Graves'’
warehouse at...

At, um...

Uh, Colorado and Hines.

At Colorado and Hines.

Right now.

Thank you.

My license was taken away,
it'’s a long story,
can I ride with you two?

Uh, once the chunks
have browned...

It'’s happening.

Don E. posted your video
15 minutes ago.
Your followers?

They'’re headed to gate six.

They'’re shooting at us.

I can'’t see
what'’s happening.

That'’s why we're here.

From this rooftop,
we can see the gates

and even
the road beyond it.

We'’ll be able
to track their progress.

-From the roof?
-Yeah.

We'’re leaders, son,
we need to be with
our people.

Generals of armies
don'’t command from
the front line.

Sorry, buddy,
you can'’t park here.

SWAT'’s taken over
this alley.

Unless you want me
stabbing your horse
with a ballpoint pen,

you need to lay off
my car.

-Okay, you and you haircut.

Dad, do not
risk your life.

Come up
to the rooftop.

When zombies inhabit
this entire country,
they'’ll need you.

I plan on surviving.

God didn'’t give me a sign
only to let me die.

-Dad.
-This is my flock.

And when I'’m gone,
they will be your flock.

Who would we be
if we didn'’t join them now

in this hour
of greatest peril?

Alive!

We'’d be alive, Dad.

We'’d be cowards.

Say you aren'’t going
to disappoint me, son.

Those brains falling
from the sky?

It wasn'’t a sign, Dad.

That was just Don E.
and Tanner shoving
frozen brains

into a wood chipper.

I made that happen.

Not God.

I'’m glad your mother
isn'’t alive to see what
kind of man you'’ve become.

-Don'’t say that.

Dad, wait.

Wear this.

Please.

You wear it, coward.

You'’re already
dead to me!

To the wall!

We are positioned about
a mile outside the wall

in an alley just off
8th Avenue.

Those explosions you hear

are landmines being
tripped by zombies
who have ventured off

the main thoroughfare.

The zombies main path

out of Seattle
will bring them here

where they will meet
heavy machine gun fire.

The tank just rolled in
this morning.

Frame up
on those two.

The army first received word
about the possibility
of a zombie exodus

from that man
in the blue cape.

I haven'’t been able
to get a name

but I'’m told that
he'’s security chief
for Fillmore-Graves.

Fillmore-Graves, it appears,
is hoping to resuscitate
a sometimes

fraught relationship
with Washington

even at the cost of many
of their fellow zombies.

Was... Those are...
Okay, those were
the smoke grenades.

We were told that our soldiers
would deploy smoke

when the zombies
were close

in an attempt
to disorient them.

By now, the zombies
will be able to smell
human brains.

Our human brains.

-Ready to take a look?
-Uh, not really.

-Heavy fire!

Liv Moore
understood the stakes...

What are you watching?

A documentary.

The one about her?

Renegade.

It'’s kind of
a tearjerker.

Let me see.

You really
haven'’t seen it?

Then you'’re the last
person in Seattle.

Mommy!

Sounds like
we have company.

Word got out.

We'’ve got a drone
up in the air.

A couple hundred or so?

And growing
by the minute.

At least it'’s not
the thousands gathering
at the park.

If the door fails,

then the soldiers
with machine guns
should do the trick.

Men and women
of Fillmore-Graves.

If anyone out there
not wearing a uniform
makes it inside this building,

it is your duty
to shoot to kill.

This is a lawful
execution.

Levon Patch
is guilty of murder.

He murdered one
of our own.

Jeffrey Copperfield.

Jeffrey Copperfield?

Olivia Moore is guilty
of human smuggling.

Because of her crimes,
zombies starve.

Open the door.

Break it down.

Keep pulling.

Major!

Clive, you need to--

Any brief final words?

Fillmore-Graves, you
have the power to make
humans not fear zombies--

Clean this up.

Open it. Let'’s open it.

Keep pulling.

No!

Take him down.

Don'’t shoot!

Where is the commander?

Gate six has been
overrun.

Commander.

Major.

What do you want
to do about gate six?

I want someone else
to figure it out.

Too bad, it'’s yours now,
like it or not.

Shut every other gate down
completely.

Send all available
personnel to gate six.

Find us a Humvee
and let'’s get down there.

Yes, sir.

Yergus, find me a Humvee.

Sullivan, get word to
all other gates
to shut down completely.

Mans and Carter,
get your squads
armed up and let'’s go!

Over a thousand
zombies died today.

They were led outside
the wall by this man.

Angus McDonough had been
a spiritual leader to
the undead in Seattle.

He believed zombies
would inherit the Earth

and who knows?
He may still be right.

But US Army personnel
made sure that
Angus himself

wouldn'’t be the one
to lead them there.

After the battle ended,
it was up to soldiers
to shoot each zombie

-in the head.

And when a group of soldiers
came across Seattle'’s
self-declared zombie prophet,

they made sure he wouldn'’t
cause any more problems.

If you believe--

Levon is dead.

Isobel is dead.

Lowell, Drake.

I just wanna go away
somewhere I...

won'’t hurt anyone else,
somewhere I can'’t be
hurt.

Well, I'’ve got
some good news for you.

I can make you human.

Are you serious?

100% serious.

80% certain
it will work.

You won'’t be
Renegade anymore.

Good.

What'’s that look for

You'’re not done yet.

I don'’t even
remember the mission.

It was simple.

Convince humans
they could live in peace

side-by-side
with zombies, that'’s all.

Yeah, that'’s all.

I don'’t want this
anymore, Ravi.

Hundreds of people
who don'’t even know you

charged straight
at armed soldiers.

They did this
to save your life.

But guess what?

I saved my own life.

Uh...

Where did you get
the new cure?

Isobel'’s brain
is the cure.

Whoa.

Well, it is for rats.

Then let'’s get
this over with.

Oh, uh...

Everyone thought
you might sleep until
tomorrow.

Everyone?

Who else is here?

If you can
let her know that--

By her,
you mean me?

What do I need to know?

Liv, Major is the new
commander at Fillmore-Graves.

Congratulations.

I was just telling Peyton
that we'’ve instituted
a change in policy.

Smuggle all the humans in
you want.

We encourage it.
Your enemy won'’t be
Fillmore-Graves.

It'’s the US Army
that will be standing
in your way.

They'’re still
dead-set on stopping you.

Oh, they won'’t be stopping me,
I'’m retired.

-Really?
-And in a couple hours,

I won'’t even be a zombie.

The same cure
I saw you two give Major,
I assume?

No, something new.

Mass producible?

Far from it.

Liv,

I am so sorry
we didn'’t get there
in time to save your boyfriend.

Me, too.

His name was Levon.

And he'’d be alive
if you hadn'’t
kidnapped me.

I know.

But you'’d be dead.

See ya.

Liv, he risked
everything to save you.

True.

I know who he is.

Even if he forgets sometimes.

I'’m ready
to be human again.

Who'’s coming with me?

Do I eat the whole thing?

What'’s the first thing
you wanna do once
you'’re human?

Escape the city.

Go somewhere where
no one knows me.

Never date, get fat.

Yeah, I don'’t believe you.

Uh, there'’s something
big going on upstairs.

Our presence
is required.

Really

Oh, it is.

What the hell?

You two are getting
married? No one tells
me anything.

It was pretty
spur of the moment.

Get up here,
you pain in the ass
and be my maid of honor.

Aw.

Ravi, would you mind?

Would you mind getting
the keys out of my jacket
pocket and moving my car?

-I'’m double-parked.
-Um, where is it parked?

I'’m kidding, Doc.

Now stand here
and be my best man.

I'’ll remember that.

Shall we proceed?

-Good to go.
-Why not?

Dearly beloved,

we are here to get through
this thing called personalized
wedding vows.

Boo.

-They'’re really short.
-Yay!

I, Dallas Anne Bozzio,

promise to care
for Clive Babineaux

only in health

because we'’ll be zombies,
so we won'’t get sick.

And...

though we can'’t
have kids,

I will attempt
to bring magic

and a sense
of wonder

into our marriage.

And if you'’re still
missing kids,

I'’ll let you spank me
from time to time.

That'’s beautiful.

Clive.

I, Clive Babineaux,

promise...

to spank you only
until I hear the safe word.

Though for the life of me,
I can'’t remember us
having a safe word.

I promise to never
make you feel sad

that I'’ll have
to eat brains...

and that I won'’t
be a father.

This is my choice.

I...

want to be your husband
more than some entitled
Minecraft-playing brat'’s dad.

Aw.

Then by the power vested
in me by the Temple of
Ms. Oolachurch.com

I pronounce you
husband and wife.

You may now kiss the bride.

And now if you'’ll
excuse us,

I am taking this man home
where I'’m gonna literally
sex him to death.

Hey.

I didn'’t get you
a wedding gift.

That'’s okay, Liv,
we didn'’t give people
much of a heads-up.

But I know what
I wanna give you.

And I think
you'’re gonna like it.

Clive...

How would you like
to be a father?

What'’s going on
over there?

I think Liv just gave
away her cure.

Isn'’t that just like her?

I really hate this game,
Blaine.

It'’s $500 a spin.
Come on.

-Blaine,
are you in here?
-Candy, don'’t.

What?

Candy, out.

Three grand.

In my check.

No withholding.

Blaine, what the hell, man?

So the plan
didn'’t work.

So we don'’t have
the money to cover
all the payments

on the properties
we'’ve bought, so...

The bank will probably
foreclose on
The Scratching Post,

Shady Plots
and Romeros.

We'’ve been through worse.

He rode into battle
believing that God
would protect him.

Your old man...

was a son of a bitch.

To hell with him.

Excuse me.
Gentlemen?

What the hell do you want?

What do I do
about Hobbs?

Head on a spike.

You know he came to
me before all this
went down,

asking if I would
take Chase'’s job.

Deep freeze, then.

Commander, I'’ve retrieved
the men you wanted to see.

Commander, huh?

Quite a day.

And why have we been
summoned, Lord Commander?

I'’m sure you two have
heard that we will no longer
be receiving brain shipments

from our friends
in the United States.

You now possess
the most valuable asset
in all of New Seattle.

-We do?

You know how
to smuggle brains
into the city.

We'’re gonna need you
to increase the flow of
brains by a factor of 20.

It'’ll be dangerous,
but you'’ll have the muscle
of Fillmore-Graves

working on
your behalf.

I could ask you
to help us because
failure means

the destruction
of our zombie homeland,
but...

I know that wouldn'’t
count for much
with you two.

You can'’t pay the rent
with patriotism.

Instead, what I'’ll
offer you is wealth.

And better than wealth,
respectability.

Where you were once
pirates,

scoundrels, villains...

Why mince words,

a couple of
low-life murderers.

A year from now,
you'’ll be patriots.

There'’ll be statues
of you in the town square.

Zombie children will be
taught nursery rhymes
about your exploits.

Zombie teenagers
will go to DeBeers High.

There'’ll be Donnie's
Deep-Fried Brain stands
all across the city.

All of our debts, forgiven.

Uh, maybe we should--

Done.

Dilly-dilly.

Clive sent me a GIF
of Dale shoveling ice cream
in her face.

This was a bad idea,
coming here.

Too many memories
of Levon.

Well, at least,
tell people goodbye, Liv.

Maybe "thank you"?

Where is everyone?

Are people gonna wanna
come to Seattle to get saved
now that they know

we may not have enough
brains to feed every zombie?

Applications keep
rolling in.

Whoever turns out
to be the new Renegade
will have plenty of customers.

What are you doing in here?

This place is depressing
as hell.

We don'’t have to worry
about Fillmore-Graves anymore.

Let'’s meet out by the pool.

This place has a pool?

Yes.
Haven'’t you seen it?

Let'’s go knock back a few,
see if anyone wants
to skinny dip.

Still want to run off
to some place where
no one knows who you are?

Zombies and humans
all believing we can
work together.

What should we do
first, Renegade?