iZombie (2015–…): Season 1, Episode 10 - Mr. Berserk - full transcript

Liv: Previously on izombie...
Eliza marquette,
Director of advertising
at max rager.
This secret report that
max rager had these seriously
dangerous side effects.
Eliza said she would
take care of it.
Major: The candyman!
He broke into my house.
(gunshots fired)
Major: I killed a man.
Clive: Show me.
You know,
he collapsed right here.
Have you been taking
any medications?
You won't assign even
one detective to look
into the missing kids
From nine trolls skate park?
Blaine killed those kids
and i ate those brains.
Blaine has to die.
I'm gonna kill him.
(mouthing)
(shot fired)
(screaming)
Liv: He was like that
when i got there.
Flynn: You said you arrived
just before 10:30.
Neighbors heard a shot
in mr. Tracey's apartment
10 minutes before.
Where were you then?
-Driving.
-Great. What streets?
We can check
the traffic cameras.
Oh, no.
This is
a very serious offense.
She's in there.
What happened?
Lowell tracey, found dead
in his apartment.
Apparent suicide,
but neighbors heard two voices
before the shot.
Who do they think did it?
You're joking.
She was at the scene
when they got there.
And her alibi's not great.
If you need a break,
i can stay.
Actually, you can't.
You need to talk
major off the ledge.
Remember that guy
whose car he broke into,
julien dupont?
The one major calls
"the candyman."
what about him?
Major calls me saying
he broke into your house.
Major shot him.
Or at least he thinks he did.
When i got to your place,
there was no body.
Not even blood.
Shell casings,
so something happened,
But folks who get shot
three times in the chest
don't just walk away.
I have to go, but
if anything happens...
I got her. Go.
(sighs)
Flynn: ...Called 911.
We're done here.
Sir, can we just have
a minute to talk...
The gsr on mr. Tracey's hand
is consistent
With a self-inflicted wound.
Textbook suicide.
As long as the me's
office concurs,
the case is closed.
You can go.
Sorry for your loss.
(theme song playing)
It was that candyman guy!
All right.
He broke in, he came at me
with a sledgehammer,
Raving about brains.
If i hadn't had the gun,
i'd be dead.
-Where did you get the gun?
-I bought it on the street.
Oh, of course.
As one does.
Major, you're on probation.
An illegal firearm
charge could...
You know when it makes sense
to buy a gun?
When a dude
built like a mountain
Breaks into your house
trying to kill you.
When i shot the guy,
his eyes turned red.
Bright red!
What the hell is that?
My gun isn't the problem.
The problem is
what the hell i'm gonna do
When a guy who takes
three bullets to the chest
And moseys off like
it's nothing comes back.
Things just keep happening
that don't make any sense,
And it's like i'm the only
one who sees it.
You'll be able to see
for yourself.
All right? Clive's gonna
sweep the hospitals.
He'll call any minute,
all right?
He'll say he found julien,
he saw bullet wounds,
and that'll be that.
Actually, clive's with liv.
There's something
you should know.
(breathing heavily)
-(shot fired)
-(screaming)
(screams)
(gasping)
Hey.
Liv.
Why are you here?
You don't need to be here.
I need to, uh...
Come on, come on.
I need to eat.
I'm still on ptsd brain
and i...
I tried to sleep.
I keep seeing yesterday
over and over.
Whatever you need,
i'm here.
Absolutely anything.
I don't really know
what happened yesterday.
Clive told me all he knows
and suzuki was down here
Not an hour ago pushing
his version of the story.
The end of which is me
declaring lowell a suicide.
He wasn't interested
in the fact that the evidence
doesn't support it.
I know. It's murder.
Lowell stabbed blaine
and blaine shot him.
-I saw it.
-You saw it?
I don't want to talk
about it.
God, suzuki's covering
for him.
Blaine somehow has
the police department
in his pocket.
The missing kids, now lowell,
he's making people disappear.
I just want to come to work
like it's any day.
Today is just tuesday
or whatever it is.
-Please, ravi?
-Of course.
Who's that?
Um, well, this is
rebecca hinton, 31 years old.
Journalist/raging alcoholic.
Her cerebrospinal fluid
practically came out on
the rocks with a lemon twist.
Apparently, she interrupted
someone robbing her apartment.
She was found
at the foot of her stairs
with a broken neck.
Hinton. Did she work
at the observer?
How did you know?
She's the reporter
major worked with
When the police wouldn't help
him find his shelter kids.
The one that wrote
the expose that got him
beaten to a pulp in jail?
That's the one.
Wait, you did hear me say
she was an alcoholic?
If you eat her brain,
chances are...
I'll end up
at the bottom of a bottle.
Sold.
Julien dupont?
-Yeah, who's asking?
-Clive babineaux. Seattle pd.
What can i do for you?
I have a man named
major lilywhite claiming
You broke into his home
and assaulted him last night.
Says he shot you
three times in the chest
and you fled the scene.
Major.
Blonde, pretty boy,
looks like he fell out of
a nicholas sparks movie?
Yeah.
Yeah. Yeah, that guy's
pretty much my stalker.
Couple weeks ago
he attacked me for my shoes.
And then the other day
he broke into my friggin' car.
He was arrested,
it should be on record.
The guy's got a screw loose.
Do i look like somebody
who took three
to the chest last night?
Liv, you got a second?
(phone ringing)
That's the second time
major's called.
Can you just tell
him i'm fine?
Or not. Didn't think
that would be a stumper.
No, um, i'll tell him.
Look, i know avoidance is
probably easier for you
right now,
But there's something
we have to deal with.
The release of body form...
I think we should say
lowell killed himself.
The real killer is a zombie.
Anyone on blaine's trail
will be in danger
And we can't warn them.
And if they do manage
to catch him,
Then there's the whole
zombie-in-a-prison problem.
And then there's the body.
It's a biohazard,
And we don't know
if it's contagious.
I'm sorry, i have to ask you.
Truly.
But if we say suicide,
then the body can be...
Well, we can destroy it.
(sighs)
I won't sign this
without your blessing.
I need a drink.
Vodka. Anything.
I'll take a glass of
formaldehyde, just...
(screaming)
(shrieking)
(groaning)
(thudding)
(screams)
(gasping)
Please...
(exhaling)
What's this, shrimp?
It smells fantastic.
I'm on the dead reporter case.
You're welcome to help
if you're feeling up to it.
The robbery was a cover-up.
The killer was after something
stored on her phone.
I saw him use rebecca's
fingerprint to unlock it.
Yeah, i'm up to it.
I've been rebecca's editor
ever since she was an intern.
Mind if we ask
what she was working on?
In-depth piece on jason frye,
That degaulle college
kid who snapped.
The library killer.
Cracked a kid's skull open,
Chucked a girl
through a display case.
The one-year anniversary
is coming up...
Can we get a look
at the story?
Well, it was due a month ago,
so, of course not.
Rebecca always liked
to miss her deadlines
by at least five weeks.
I know she had a source,
but she never told me.
Oh.
I did manage to find
a notebook on her desk.
I'm not sure
if it'll be any use.
It's in rebecca's shorthand,
aka code.
She was secretive.
Very territorial about
her stories.
Could any of these men
be her source?
Mr. Richmond, mr. Jackson,
mr. Lw...
Mr... Berserk?
Sorry, no idea.
Oh, that bit there, though...
Yeah. "ryan fisher.
Sketchy d-bag."
If i remember right,
fisher was a classmate
of jason frye's.
We could just go
door to door
Asking where
the "sketchy d-bag" is.
Half of them are law students,
we'd be here all day.
(elevator dings)
Can i help you?
-Ryan fisher?
-Yeah.
Detective babineaux,
seattle pd.
We're looking into the murder
of rebecca hinton.
That's awful news.
What happened?
That's what we're trying
to find out.
Can you tell us...
Can you tell us what you
and rebecca spoke about?
I barely met her.
She wanted to know
the real jason frye.
Why would you know that?
I'm president
of the debate society.
Jason was on my team,
And i made it my business
to know all the vassals
in my fiefdom.
(chuckling)
Sorry.
Continue about your "fiefdom."
Jason was highly recruited.
A hotshot, candidly.
But competition here
is fierce,
Really the ne plus ultra of
the collegiate debating world.
Look, my point is,
for the first time
In jason's life,
he was losing.
He spiraled.
It's a boring story, really.
One more over-stressed,
over-achiever who snapped.
Debate prodigy cracks,
bashes brains of classmates.
What a yawn.
Try not burying
the lead next time.
Bloodshed always goes
in the first graph.
(elevator dings)
Can you tell us about
a mr. Jackson?
-Who?
-Hey, you.
I'll be in in a minute.
What about a mr. Richmond?
I told you
i'm not gonna talk about it!
Get out of here!
(exhales)
Sorry, no richmond,
no jackson.
Will that be all, detectives?
You go on. I'm gonna
walk home, get some air.
Sure, do your thing.
Liv: Rebecca's lone-wolf
policy has its benefits.
When i focus hard enough
on the task at hand,
I don't have to think about
anything else.
And if my problems are
too big to forget,
If the task at hand
isn't consuming enough,
I just consume something else.
Hey.
Did you find julien?
Is he dead?
Yeah, i found him at the gym.
He was benching 350.
Less than 10 hours
after you say you put
three bullets in his chest.
Look, i'm telling you,
i shot him.
That him?
It's from this morning.
No...
You need to listen right now.
I've been in a lot of rooms
where guns went off,
And that room doesn't
look like any of 'em.
No bullets, no blood,
and the man you
say you shot didn't get shot.
What you're saying happened
didn't happen.
And if you believe it did,
you got a problem.
You heard of a 220?
Involuntary commitment
to a psych facility.
We use them when behavior
is erratic, dangerous,
and escalating
And you're three for three.
Hear this.
Get help.
Now.
Before someone
gets it for you.
You need me to call someone?
Thanks for being straight
with me.
Take care of yourself, man.
(door opening)
He's not the cuddling type.
Shocker.
Look, i know you probably
want to grab some shut-eye
before you gotta
Wipe down menus
and marry ketchups,
but i gotta talk to you.
Screw you.
If a guy lets you walk home
at 3:00 am
With your panties
in your purse,
You're not his girlfriend.
The guy you thought was
your meal ticket is really
just a bang buddy.
But cute townies always
get screwed. Literally.
Wait, i was gonna
ask you something.
Oh! There's a reporter at
the observer you talked to,
rebecca hinton.
No, i didn't. And i'm not
talking to you either.
I am a medical examiner
from the seattle pd.
Like i frickin' care.
And you can tell that bitch
rebecca to kiss my ass
for talking to my parents.
She's not really kissing
much ass right now,
she's dead.
-Can i interest you
in a coffee?
-I'm good.
You're leaving me?
What's his name?
It's not important.
Just know that what
we had was real.
Actually, i talked to
my supervisor
at helton shelter.
She referred me to a guy
who specializes
in psychotic disorders.
He thinks i'm a good candidate
for blooming grove.
You're not checking yourself
into a mental hospital,
you're not crazy.
You've been under
enormous stress.
You just need to get
away, go on vacation.
Ravi, i'm seeing things.
I'd swear on a stack
of bibles that guy
julien was here.
I'd swear his eyes turned red,
that i shot him.
If someone at my psych
internship told me that,
and there was a picture
Of that guy at the gym
the next day,
there's no question.
It's delusional disorder
with paranoid features.
You can't fix that
with a vacation.
I don't have a choice.
(cell phone ringing
and vibrating)
(ringing stops)
Hey, pre-hab.
I'll tell you everything
you need to know,
but i need immunity.
Liv: Sounds like
your boyfriend ryan had issues
with jason before he snapped.
Jason was showing ryan up
on the debate team.
So, ryan and the guys took
jason to this cabin
for a weekend.
They fed him jager
till he passed out,
Then they put makeup on me
to make it look like i was
all bruised and bloody.
I got in bed next to the kid,
and, like, pretended to
be dead, i guess.
You guess or you know?
I know.
Then ryan shook him awake
And the guys played it
like jason blacked out
and killed me.
Jason was freaking,
but ryan told him
They were his brothers
and they'd handle it.
So they rolled me up
in a sheet and put me
in ryan's trunk.
Jason was, like, sobbing.
Then a couple of days later,
he went psycho.
Ryan said if anyone snitched
we'd all go to jail.
So we kept our mouths shut,
until that rebecca chick
Got all up in ryan's business
and he freaked.
Do i think he'd murder
someone to protect
his big law career?
Hell yes.
Wait, go back.
Does jason still think
he killed you?
I'm detective babineaux.
I'd like to talk to you.
Okay?
Son, i need
your undivided attention
for a minute.
-It's about connie roy.
-Liv: Yeah. Connie roy.
The girl you killed
on the guys' weekend
with the debate boys?
She's alive.
She's alive?
Alive and well.
I don't understand.
You were the victim of a prank
planned by ryan fisher.
He thought you were too big
for your britches,
so they got you drunk
And made you think
you killed the girl.
They wouldn't do that.
They would, and they did.
Connie's a hook-up of ryan's.
She confessed.
Oh.
I'm sorry, but i need
to ask you some questions.
A reporter, rebecca hinton,
was murdered.
We think ryan may have done it
to keep her from writing
a story about this.
Did rebecca ask you
about this?
-About ryan?
-No.
She said he seemed sketchy.
I vouched for him.
Did she ever mention
mr. Jackson or a mr. Richmond?
That's from my dorm's
halloween party.
What's with the max rager guy?
He was going as me
for halloween.
I was kind of
a max rager addict.
Or i used to be.
Mr. Richmond, mr. Jackson,
mr. Lw, mr. Berserk...
What if it's not "mister"?
What if mr stands for
max rager?
Oh. It's possible.
We'll look into it after
we get ryan fisher's alibi.
Remember the memo
carson mccomb told us about?
Max rager knew their drink
could cause violent psychotic
breaks in people.
"mr. Berserk"!
This could be
why jason snapped!
If they knew rebecca
was looking into it,
goodbye, rebecca.
-It's a good theory.
-It's more than a theory.
It's not. It's a hunch
you have that may or may not
be right, aka a theory.
Ryan fisher is a theory too,
but one with a witness.
So we'll go through our list
in an organized way and
don't run off half-cocked.
Especially when we've got
heavy things going on
in our lives.
Good, you're here.
We have to talk.
I can't deal
with the form yet,
i need another...
We have to tell major.
Tell major what?
About zombies, about blaine,
The meal plan,
you, everything!
I can't have
this conversation right now.
I'm sorry, we have to.
Okay. Absolutely not.
There, done.
The candyman tried
to kill him.
He didn't get scratched,
but he could've died.
We have to tell him.
And how does that go?
Hey, major, wacky news,
zombies exist and
they're trying to kill you.
Not me, though,
i'm a nice zombie.
He's checking himself
into blooming grove.
The mental hospital?
He's being chased
by homicidal zombies
And when he's asked
for our help,
we've told him he's nuts.
Of course he thinks
he's mental.
This is on us.
I mean, at what point
is it not worse telling him
Than just being honest?
He's lost his job.
He's breaking into cars,
he's shooting people.
He's doing all this
when he thinks the candyman
is killing kids.
What's his move when he finds
out he's eating them?
When's he checking
himself in?
Tomorrow morning
for a few weeks, he said.
It's all he can afford.
Well then, for a few weeks,
he's safe.
(slow rock ballad playing)
(sighs)
-Can i buy you...
-Yes.
-So what's your...
-No.
(chuckling)
Miss, you're donezo.
Who am i calling
to come get you?
Hey.
You ready to go home?
Good night.
I'm so sorry about...
Don't.
Please, i'm trying so hard
to stay afloat,
And if you say his name...
Okay. It's okay.
Wait.
Can you rub my back
like you used to?
Ravi told me about...
That you're checking
yourself into...
We can not talk
about this, too.
But you're okay?
It's no big deal.
My pr guy's
telling the tabloids
it's "exhaustion."
I'll be doing the view
when i get back.
(chuckles)
I'll be fine.
It's not for long.
I'm just sorry that when
you need me the most,
I lose my mind.
I screwed everything up.
I wanna explain,
i wanna tell you...
No, liv. It's okay.
Major?
How's zombie rat?
He's living it up
while i deliberate.
I've only one dose of
tainted utopium left,
So this is my last shot
at cracking zombiism.
I taught him a trick.
See, when i raise my hand like
so and say, "prance, zombie,"
He sort of rears up
on his little hind legs
and prances about.
Really?
Yeah. I also taught him
to declaim hamlet soliloquies.
He holds a tiny skull,
it's quite something.
-We're doing fallon tomorrow.
-Shut up.
So, i talked to
sketchy d-bag and his lawyer.
Turns out he was
at the debate tournament
At the time
of rebecca's murder.
But i've got something
on the max rager front.
I've been digging in
rebecca's phone records.
Jackson and richmond
aren't people. They're cities.
Richmond was a woman
whose daughter was doing
a double at a burger joint,
When she threw fry oil all
over some loudmouth customers.
No history of violence.
She just lost it.
Like jason.
Rebecca asked mom if
fry girl drank max rager.
She did. Tons of it.
So, i checked out
who was in jackson
For a violent,
out-of-character rage out,
And found
a mild-mannered trucker
Who mowed down
half a charity bike race
with his 18-wheeler.
Guess what he'd been
drinking to stay awake
on his long haul?
Mr. Jackson and mr. Richmond
both went mr. Berserk.
You know, if this got out,
it could sink max rager.
And if rebecca got her
hands on that memo...
The one piece i don't get is
mrlw.
I know.
Lake washington.
The boat party was sponsored
by max rager.
I thought that was a drunken
brawl that got out of control.
Most of the victims
died in the fire.
No, i was there.
People were tearing
each other to pieces.
They knew this could happen
and they did nothing.
Liv, i had no idea.
They killed rebecca.
They killed holly.
We gotta get these bastards.
We do, but this is
a billion-dollar company
and we have to be smart.
We have no evidence.
We need to build a case.
Preferably before
they murder us.
I'll take this upstairs.
You hang tight.
We clear?
(speaking italian)
(speaking italian)
I'm liv moore with seattle pd.
I need to speak with you.
(speaking italian)
Have a seat, ms. Moore.
I'm just fine right here.
I'm so sorry.
She wouldn't listen to me.
I stood in front of the door
and she just came at me.
I'm so embarrassed.
Next time, i won't move.
I'll just take the hit.
It's okay, it's okay.
You did beautifully,
you really did.
Now just relax.
Close your eyes, breathe.
Breathe, that's right.
Say it with me.
I did everything i could.
I did everything i could.
And set yourself free.
Better?
(exhaling)
(chuckling)
Unusual entrance
for a police officer.
We've been investigating
the murder of rebecca hinton,
A journalist at the observer
who was working on a story
you might be interested in.
She had evidence that
the energy drink max rager
Was causing temporary
psychosis in a small number
of consumers.
And that small number
of consumers
Has now racked up
quite the body count.
I was at lake washington.
I saw firsthand
what that looks like.
But the incidents you've
described can be linked to
many variables, i'm sure.
Was there booze?
Could that have been
a common denominator?
Could the moon
have been full, perhaps?
We know about the memo.
Your r&d team warned you,
And you deemed the side effect
statistically insignificant.
You buried it.
The memo does exist, yes.
But it's a phony.
It was created
by my competitors.
(door opening)
I checked with seattle pd.
She's an assistant
medical examiner.
She shouldn't be asking
you questions.
Ms. Moore, you are a delight.
I hope our conversation,
brief though it was,
Mitigated at least
some of your fears.
Your product kills people
and you know it.
Live to the max, ms. Moore!
Just do it somewhere else.
I specifically told you
not to go.
All i did was ask questions.
-You're drunk.
-You're drunk.
You know, i smelled it on you
before, and that's on me
for not saying anything,
But you came back too soon.
You know, i feel for you,
but this isn't helping.
If i were drunk
could i do this?
Probably, but not as well.
Liv, you're off the case.
I'm never off the case.
The case is in here.
I'm the freakin' murder
victim whisperer.
Go home.
You're literally
not the boss of me.
But i am, and i think
you probably should.
Mr. Vodka.
Sorry, did i forget ordering
a glass of poison?
It's from that guy.
Sebastian meyer.
I'm rebecca's source.
You gotta help
or they'll kill me.
When i hadn't heard
from rebecca in a week,
I knew they smoked her.
I got a hold of her editor,
he confirmed.
He's the one
that put me on to you.
Said you were looking
into the story, so
i thought i'd give it a shot.
How are you connected
to vaughn?
I was on the payroll.
For a while, it was all rides
in the g5, steak dinner,
steak dinner.
We were family,
knew all each other's
dirty little secrets.
I was even his body guard
for a few minutes.
What happened?
I stopped being his bitch.
When you work for a freak
like vaughn,
You're asked to do things
that turn your stomach.
But you don't say no,
the scratch is too good.
The life...
Mmm, the women.
There was this girl i had
my eye on, eliza marquette.
I was this close
to nailing her.
Frosty, but i loved it.
She was taking heat for a
bad leak, and then poof...
Disappeared.
I know all about
eliza marquette.
She was protecting the memo.
You need to get
your hands on it.
It'll bring max rager
to its knees.
But vaughn admits
it's out there.
He says that it's a fake.
He's a lying sack.
Rebecca's other source
says that it's real.
There's another source?
Still on the inside.
Someone close.
We have to get to him
and that document, fast.
Before we end up shot and
buried in a hole somewhere.
Sebastian says
there's a second source,
But who is rebecca's
second source?
Why can't i figure this out?
You'd think
with all the drinking
You'd be incredibly sharp.
Maybe she keeps
all the top-secret stuff
in her head.
Max rager's a dangerous bunch,
Best not to leave clues
lying around.
I don't buy it.
She was obsessive
about her notes.
Her calendar has everything
from when she'd drink to
when she'd hit pilates.
Did rebecca's liver seem
like the pilates type?
If you get late-stage
cirrhosis from pilates.
She has her whole
pilates class schedule
scribbled in here.
All pre-dawn.
I haven't been an alcoholic
that long,
But i can tell you that
the only day i woke up
before 10:00 am
Was when peyton needed
to use the toilet
i was passed out on.
Thank you
for the mental image.
I totally have to go, don't i?
Blarg!
Ravi: How will you know
who you're looking for?
Liv: Maybe one of them will be
working out in her
"i'm a disgruntled
max rager employee" t-shirt.
I don't know.
I need to get lucky.
I'll save you the time. No.
They know rebecca had a source
who has the memo.
It took me less
than a week to find you.
How long do you think
it'll take them?
If i go public,
exactly zero minutes.
I can protect you.
You? You barged into
american psycho's office
posing as a police officer.
Thanks, but no.
Rebecca found three
separate cases of
max rager-induced violence.
A dozen dead, more injured.
This isn't my problem.
Oh, if you believed that
you wouldn't have been brave
enough to swipe that memo.
We can go to the police
right now.
Once the story's out,
you're safe.
-You'll be able to protect me?
-Yes.
Okay. I'm game.
Just let me go and change.
Adele?
Adele?
Adele?
Are you okay?
You look a little pale.
(sebastian humming)
Well, look who takes a lickin'
and keeps on tickin'.
Thanks for smoking out
our whistleblower for us.
I swear you had no pulse.
But i'm glad you're up.
I never get to chat
while i'm on the job.
For obvious reasons.
(laughing)
Bingo!
I work with some pretty
murderous cats.
Boss would want me
to destroy this flash drive,
But it's got the memo.
And the memo's leverage.
So, i gotta keep it, right?
(chuckling)
yeah. Yeah, i gotta keep it.
(laughing)
See ya,
wouldn't wanna be ya.
There you are.
Hi.
Man.
I cracked you good.
So sorry, sweetheart.
Adele really screwed you
here, big time.
That selfish bitch was
blackmailing the company.
She was never gonna give
you the flash drive.
And now, here you are.
Off to bed in the deep blue.
Don't be afraid,
the water's quick.
(grunting)
Ow, mother of dragons!
God, that hurt.
Okay, we had
a nice moment, but...
(motor starting)
Come on!
(groaning)
Ravi: So, sebastian,
this max rager enforcer,
he's dead?
Liv: I assume so.
Poetic, actually.
He's down there with adele.
And i wouldn't be surprised
if the police divers find
eliza marquette, too.
Ravi: How are you feeling?
Liv: Hungover.
What am i doing with these?
Getting those away from me.
Sign it. You're right.
It's for the best.
You're sure?
There's something else.
I didn't tell you
the whole story.
Lowell and blaine
were together because
We set them up.
Lowell lured him
onto the balcony,
And i was waiting
across the street
with a sniper rifle.
But i choked.
I couldn't do it.
And because i couldn't,
lowell stepped up,
and it got him killed.
It's my fault he's dead.
Oh, liv...
It was like a nightmare.
The guy, he just kept coming.
And when i shot him,
his eyes, they turned...
It doesn't matter.
It wasn't real.
And that's why i'm here.
Thank you for sharing
your experience with us.
Does anyone have feedback
or anything they'd like
to say to major?
Okay, guys.
Fold the chairs,
put 'em up against the wall,
And we meet again
monday, eight o'clock.
Pm.
Hey, man.
I know
what you're dealing with.
I've seen guys
like your candyman.
Oh, thanks, man.
Scotty, is it?
I'm scott e.
It's not e, like as in y,
but it's e, like as in e.
Separate.
Right.
I almost didn't make it
out alive that night.
You know, they were
crazy-ass strong
And i still have nightmares
about those eyes.
They're red, glowing.
You know what they are, right?
What are they?
Zombies, dude.
Friggin' zombies.
This city has
a zombie problem.
(sobbing)
I'm gonna find blaine.
And next time,
i'll be able to pull
the trigger.