iZombie (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 14 - Eternal Sunshine of the Caffeinated Mind - full transcript

LIV: Previously on iZombie...

LIV: Who's Rita?
MAJOR: She was meaningless.

He said this desperate Rita
chick threw herself at him.

Blaine is selling Utopium.
He's taking on Mr. Boss.

Where to, boss?

Boss' guys figured out
there's a rat.

You're gonna get me killed.

BLAINE: This is us striking
while the iron is hot.

I never forget a face.

You owe me 80 grand.

RAVI: New Hope
died this afternoon.



LIV: So Major.
RAVI: And Blaine.

They're on borrowed time now.

We'll be taking that tainted Utopium
that we need to make the cure.

We have two bodies full of tainted
Utopium buried in a shallow grave.

- MAJOR: Zombie cure, here we come!
- RAVI: Yay!

Stomach acid ate through all of the tainted
Utopium-filled condoms they swallowed,

but luckily, one of them
had the good sense

to stash these
in his prison wallet,

allowing me
to salvage enough powder...

- If not your dignity.
-...to create more cure.

Starting with this.

The exact same formula as the stuff
Liv used on you 10 months ago.

I've got it ready to go.
Just plug and play.

Yeah, but now we know the
effects are only temporary.



Yeah. Then it's reversion to
zombie state followed by death.

Still, it should keep you
human for a few months

until I can properly develop and
test version two of the cure.

Hey, a couple of months of not
being a zombie sounds good to rne.

I mean, no offense.

I'm gonna take
a little offense.

Sorry, not for you.

(SIGHS)

He's gotta make sure
it's safe first.

Uh, we've never used it
on a previously cured subject.

Fortunately...

We have the
perfect guinea pig.

(POP SONG PLAYING)

Great morning, Paul!

Back at you, Leslie!

Mmm, smells awesome, Ruth!

Morning, Darcy.
What's our thought of the day?

DARCY: “We must become the change
we wish to see in the world."

- That's Gandhi.
- Your boss is Gandhi?

No, the quote is Gandhi.

I know that.

Of course I know that.
I'm British.

That manky old git cost us
the crown jewel of our empire.

(GRUMBLES)

CHER: She just walked in.

Morning, Cher! Happy Tuesday!

Thanks, Mom.

Did you see what somebody
left on the sidewalk?

I'll get the pooper-scooper!

No, it's chalk art.

It's wonderful!

(PEOPLE MURMURING)

Oh, my goodness.

Mom?

Oh, my God.

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

Did you happen to catch
her last words?

“I’ll get the pooper-scooper!"

Then, ker-splat.

Maybe this is God's
way of saying,

"Whoa, Seattle,
too much coffee."

Not just any coffee.

Positivities have
Seattle's best coffee,

verified by
three straight titles

in the local alt weekly
reader's poll.

Served up by the city's
foxiest cashier.

That part's simply
my personal opinion.

You missed
a piece of sidewalk.

Fiber.

Mmm!

Mmm?

I'm good.

(SIGHS)

What a mess.

Poor thing.

I choose to believe she's in
a better place now.

Then under an air conditioner,
you mean.

I'm talking about Shangri-La.
The Happy Hunting Grounds.

Valhalla. The Great
Coffee Shop in the Sky.

What's your notion
of Heaven, Clive?

Just, you know, Heaven-heaven.

Except in "Clive Heaven"

things are a little bit
tougher than here on Earth.

So, what brings you down here
on this beautiful morning?

- It's raining.
- That's liquid sunshine, my friend.

Don't believe me?
Ask a farmer. (CHUCKLES)

- Or a duck.
-or Gene Kelly.

You ready to apply that can-do spirit
to the murder of Leslie Morgan?

So, it's definitely a murder?

That air conditioner
didn't just fall on Leslie,

it was pushed.

Owner of the building says someone
pulled out the limiter screws

in the vacant apartment
above the coffee shop.

The ones meant to keep
the AC unit in place.

The real estate agent Gary...

Derryberry

-is meeting us there.
- Gary Derryberry?

You know him?

No, but he sounds like a hoot!

(CHUCKLES)

Huh.

The apartment's been empty
for a couple of months.

The owner is asking
too much for it.

Who else has access?

Anyone with
a real estate license

could look up the code,
get into the lockbox.

Now, they're supposed to
let me know if they show it.

I need a list of agents and
clients who've viewed the place.

Beautiful hardwood floors.

All-new fixtures.
Brand new window AC.

Well, it will have.

Very airy, Gary Derryberry.

Yeah, I see holes for
the limiter screws.

They would've kept
the window closed tight

on the AC unit to
prevent it from falling out.

So, where are the screws?

Do you smell something?

Uh, it could be
the floor finish.

Not unless you used
cannabis oil.

Someone broke in.

Cut themselves in the process.

This blood is still wet.

It leads over there.

Wait here.

The smell's getting stronger.

(COUGHS) A little privacy?

You!

You know this woman?

Yeah. We spent
a weekend together.

In jail.

The Regina Sumner case?

Hi, Pam.

You don't know me.

I do! I was on
the bunk above you.

Well, anyway. I was in kind of
a rough place back then.

So, we might have got off
to a rocky start.

-I'm Liv.
- Okay. Pam.

Let's climb out of there.
No sudden moves.

I see your big ol' gun,
but no body camera.

Guess that's just the way
it's gonna go down, huh?

Are you aware you're
trespassing on a crime scene'?

Hell, yeah, I'm aware.

I'm surprised you know
it's a crime scene.

They want you to believe
it was an accident.

That gravity killed Leslie.

But not me. I'm not buyin' it.

My boss was murdered. And that
woman made me what I am today.

A pot-smokin' break-in artist?

Hey, that's reductive, man.

'Cause I was here
huntin' for clues.

I just took a little break
for a little pain relief.

You worked for Leslie Morgan?

I loved Leslie.

That woman believed
in second chances.

Where were you at
8:30 this morning?

It's my day off.
So, home in bed.

Can anyone verify that?

I'm currently between lovers.

Could you ask her
about the old fixtures?

They went missing
a few weeks ago.

I didn't steal your damn
fixtures, you hear me?

I said I didn't steal no damn
money from the cash register!

Don't you touch me!

(PANTING)

You keep making slanderous
accusations and I will sue your ass!

- I just had a vision.
-(PAM SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

It looks like Pam here stole
from the coffee shop register.

And she reacted to Leslie in a way
that some might deem aggressive.

PAM: I don't care
if you are a brother.

The missing window screws.

Best guess?

Our friend here tried
to flush 'em.

Pam?

No. She loved Leslie.
She just said so.

We'll put her on ice
for a little while.

At least until we talk
to her coworkers.

Ma'am, I'm arresting you
for breaking and entering.

Your lips are movin',
but it's the system talkin'!

Hey, buddy. What's up?

You know, saving the world.

Oh! Don't let me interrupt.

Or slow you down.

Is this how it's gonna be now?

Now, imagine how put out
the guy who invented

the polio vaccine
must've been.

You know, what with all the impatient
children dying of polio stacking up.

Jonas Salk is the man's name.

Perhaps if he'd scored
a touchback for the Huskers.

Or a touchdown
for the Huskies.

I suppose our test subject
is due for a look-see.

I should remind you, it's only
been a day since I injected her.

We may not see any
results for a while.

Science is a marathon,
not a sprint.

Yeah, sorry.
You know, it's just my life.

It's not like whatever happens
to this rat happens to me.

On! Hey!

Maybe he's grown wings
and like super powerful...

Balls.

(HISSING)

(GROWLS)

(SHAKILY) So, the
prognosis for me is, uh...

(GROWLING)

The McDermotts,
together in life,

until its tragic end
on State Route 520,

shall be united in eternity in
their custom-order double casket.

I'm betting they were
the kind of couple

that finished
each others' sentences.

Ordered one dessert and
shared it with a single fork.

Yeah.

Go tell Chief to make sure the hearse's
shock absorbers can handle it.

- Can I help you?
- I work for Mr. Boss.

I believe you have
something for me.

Fifteen more payments
and you're free and clear.

I'm not sure I ever
want it to end

if it means not having these
moments together, you know?

I remember you.

Same old lip.

Blessing and a curse.

(CHUCKLES)

See you in a couple
of weeks, Chinatown.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(POP SONG PLAYING)

Hi! Welcome to Positivity.

What can I get for you
this amazing morning?

I'm Detective Babineaux,
Seattle P.D.

I'm Dr. Moore, with
the medical examiner's office.

Oh, you must know Ravi.
He's one of my favorites.

Isn't he just the best?

Could we speak
to your manager?

I'm a manager.

Everyone who works here is.
We're all co-managers.

- Amazing.
- Uh, okay.

Oh, look, Clive, they're collecting
money to get Pam out of jail.

Pam would never hurt Leslie.

It's not just me saying that.
So is the money in the jar.

The jar is half-empty.

It's half-full.

You know, we're having a
memorial for her here tonight.

You should come. You could meet all
the people that Leslie touched.

She made a point of hiring
the less-advantaged

so that they could have
a second chance

or even a third chance.

How many chances did Pam get?

Lots.

But Leslie never
gave up on her

and always insisted
that Pam work the register,

even when money would
go missing during her shifts.

So we know Pam was stealing and
we know she could be violent.

Pam didn't kill Leslie.
She adored Leslie.

If you want to talk to someone
who wanted Leslie dead,

then you need to talk
to the guy

who used to be her partner.

In business and life.

Where will we find
this person?

He owns the coffee place
across the street.

He just tried to sue Leslie
and he lost.

Why was he suing her?

(ROCK SONG PLAYING)

Yeah?

We're in The Twilight Zone.

Next!

Easy, sunshine.

Could we speak
to the owner, please?

Stan!

Yeah, it's such a mystery
why I sued her.

She stole my business.

The layout, roasting and brewing
methods, the menu, everything.

- So, those "Best in Seattle"
awards are yours? - Yep.

But Leslie's place has won that
award for the past three years.

- What happened?
- People are morons.

I think people are great.

Seattle's Daily Grind uses
the same exact coffee.

Same beans, same methods.

You know what
the difference is?

(MOCKINGLY) They draw
a little flower in the foam.

I love those flowers!

You get your drinks faster
because we don't draw in it.

Ooh. Fast is good, too.

You and Leslie were
together how long?

Almost 10 years.

Didn't believe in soul mates.

We thought that was ridiculous
and yet that's what we were.

Until she saw that commercial
for The Beacon Forum.

“The Beacon Forum"?

It's a human
potential seminar.

One weekend
at some airport hotel,

all of a sudden
she wants to get rid of

all the negativity
in her life.

Starting with me.

My note says that Leslie
had a daughter.

Is that your daughter as well?

Cher is Leslie's,
from before we met.

She's a smart cookie. Like Leslie
was before The Beacon Forum.

Where were you at 8:30
yesterday morning?

Um...

I took my dog to
the Poochmore Day Care Center.

At 8:30, I was on my way here,

uh, stuck in traffic.

Can anyone vouch for that?

No.

I could never kill Leslie.

Talk to Cher.
She'll vouch for me.

- Terrell Johnson. He's taken care of?
- Yep.

I remember my first.

It went so smooth,
like filling out a 1040A.

Afterwards, I treated
myself to a steak.

Double cut. Medium rare.
It's a nice tradition.

(DOOR OPENS)

I was, uh, I was gonna
go out with my boys.

Shoot some pool.
If you don't need me.

Go.

New stop, the funeral home.

You know the guy there
used to work for us?

Yeah. He's payin' off
some old debts.

Remember his nickname?

- No.
- Chinatown.

'Cause you gave him
a corner right in the middle

of the Blue Cobras' territory, told
him it was his if he could hold it.

In Chinatown. Got it.

Great story.

No. That's not how
he got his name.

He got it from the way
he took the corner.

He recruited these two 'roided-up
Asian dudes from the gym

and put Blue Cobra
tattoos on 'em.

Had 'em grab the beat cop
that worked that corner.

They sliced open his nostril
like Nicholson's.

In Chinatown.

Yeah. After that the cops cracked
down on the Blue Cobras.

It's like they were
working for us.

Huh...

And now it's like the D.A.'s
office is working for Blaine.

Son of a bitch.

Something I can do, boss?

Yeah.

Book me a table
at American Angus.

PAUL: Good evening, everyone.

Or as Leslie would say,
"great evening."

Darcy said I was her favorite customer.
You're sure about that?

Might've been
“one of" her favorites.

-(GRUMBLES)
- But she's your destiny, Ravi.

I can feel it.

Little test here, Liv.

Jennifer Lawrence.
In my league?

She'd be lucky to have you.

Of course she would.

PAUL: Gilbert Lambert.

(ALL APPLAUDING)

(SPEAKING IN FRENCH ACCENT)
Bonjour. I am Gilbert.

Leslie was the mother of my
girlfriend, ma chere, Cher.

Cher asked me to present a song
I wrote for this occasion.

- There's the daughter.
- I call it Bonjour Leslie, adieu ennui.

And there's Darcy.

- Wish me luck.
-(GILBERT SINGING IN FRENCH)

You don't need luck.

You two were meant to be.

-Hey.
-Hey.

I was worried when I
didn't see you this morning.

How's Ravi gonna survive
without his chai latte?

It was touch and go.

♪ Bonjour, Leslie ♪

I've been at the lab all day,

so I didn't really get
a chance to primp.

So, apologies if my hair
looks like I've been driving

with my head outside the window
of the Millennium Falcon.

Is that the new Ford?

- The one for millennials?
-(CHUCKLES)

Ford. Well played.

Wait, what?

-Hmm'?
-Hmm?

The Millennium Falcon.

A modified
YT-1300 light freighter?

Piloted by Han Solo?

Played by Harrison Ford
in Star Wars.

Oh, Star Wars.

- Right.
- Yeah.

- I've never seen it.
- ♪ Leslie ♪

(APPLAUSE)

You must be Cher.

I'm Liv Moore with the
medical examiner's office.

We're investigating
your mom's case.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Murder?

Can't even wrap
my head around it.

Everyone loved my mom.

We spoke to Stan.

I guess some people
preferred your mom

before she went to
The Beacon Forum seminar.

That's when she
started being so positive.

All the time.

Could definitely drive
a normal person nuts.

Drove me nuts sometimes,
but I still loved her.

Stan said that your mom
stole all his ideas.

That she basically duplicated The
Daily Grind to start this place.

Those ideas were every bit
as much hers as Stan's.

Even a jury agreed.

Do you think Stan was upset enough
about losing the case to hurt her?

There was a time
when I couldn't imagine it,

but the lawsuit got so ugly.

And when Positivity took over
as Seattle's top coffee shop,

it ruined his plans.

- What plans?
- He was gonna open franchises nationwide.

But I guess none of his backers
wanted to put their money

behind Seattle's
second best coffee.

PAUL: ...hear
for our next presenter.

Oh, this is Pam! She's a poet.

Her rhymes are
wildly transgressive.

You enjoy
transgressive rhymes.

- Right.
- PAUL: Pam.

(BASS DROPPING)

(RAPPING) ♪ Leslie, Leslie,
I loved you like my bestie

Take Pam.

Everyone said
my mom should fire her

because of all the times that money
went missing from the register,

but that wasn't Mom.

Behind all those
nutty sayings,

she was just
the kindest... (VOICE BREAKS)

Don't cry because it's over.

Smile because it happened.

That's exactly the kind of
dorky thing she would say.

♪ Cash reg

LESLIE: Cher,
you're the one stealing?

You're just gonna give all
our money to some transient.

Or a three-legged dog.

What about art school
in Paris?

What about my hopes
and dreams?

LESLIE: That's Gilbert's
dreams, honey.

Graduate college first,
then we'll talk.

(CHER GRUMBLES)

♪ I'm making cappuccinos

♪ Roll up like Al Pacino

♪ Leslie, Leslie, Leslie

♪ In peace may you rest-ie ♪

MAN: See those moves I was bustin'
on the dance floor, Drake?

DRAKE: What I saw was you mackin'
on that plus-sized bartender, man.

MAN: Dude, that was
me fightin' her off.

DRAKE: Okay. All right.

MAN: Why, who you been seeing these
nights you've been bailin' on us?

You know me. I'm a collector of
quality ass wherever I can find it.

(ALL CHUCKLE)

Where to now, boys?
I'm starving, man.

- Wherever you want, man.
-(SIREN BLARING)

VEGA: Hey! Hey, everyone!
Hands on your heads, now!

Been looking for you,
my friend.

You couldn't keep
your nose clean, could you?

-(GRUNTS)
-Yeah, boy! Go, go, go!

(LAUGHS)

I'm giving Cher
the benefit of the doubt.

This brain is turning you
into a softie.

You just had a vision of her
stealing from the cash register

and then screaming at her mum
because she wouldn't foot the bill

for her Paris boondoggle
with her boyfriend.

I saw a teenager upset
with a parent. That's all.

I bet Cher's inheritance
would more than cover

for art school
or a pied-a-terre for two.

When they come outside,

let's find out
if she has an alibi.

She just lost her mother.

She was letting poor Pam take
the blame for her thievery.

You won't do it.

You won't ask a poor
orphaned girl for her alibi?

Clive would. But not you.

You're a softie like me.

You know, I'm offended.

I'm just as hard
as the next man. Yeah?

Be it Clive, or Jason
Statham or Dwayne Johnson.

A man so hard,
he was once called The Rock.

- I'm so...
- Oh, Gilbert!

Your song was beautiful.

You're like a
French Bob Dylan.

Actually, Bob Dylan is
the American version

of my musical hero,
Jacques Dutronc.

- This is the police lady, non?
- Oui.

Well, sort of.
I'm a medical examiner

and this is my boss,
Dr. Chakrabarti.

- You were there.
- Excuse me?

When my mom was killed.
You rushed to her body.

Everybody else froze,
but you tried to help.

Oh, you saw it happen?

Yeah.
I was sitting right there.

On my phone.

My last words to her were, "Did you see
what somebody left on the sidewalk?"

And who were you talking to?

At the time.

If we wanted confirmation.

Are you asking for my alibi?

Oh, we could check
the phone records, so...

She was talking to me.

I heard the screaming.
It was...

- Was horrible.
- And where were you, Gilbert?

- He was in Bellevue.
- At work.

- And you work where?
- Lightfoot-Plummer.

- And your supervisor is...
- Denise.

Any plans to move to Paris?

Once the inheritance
money rolls in.

People say it's beautiful!

Please, why are
you hassling her?

(SPEAKS IN FRENCH)

You should be arresting Stan.

Your boss is rude.

He has lots of other
great qualities, though, too.

He's tall.

I may have gone overboard.
Sorry.

You were just doing
what you thought was best.

You do realize Leslie was murdered.
So someone had to do it.

And Cher needing money so she could move
to Paris certainly gives her motive.

You didn't hold Cher
in your arms

as she wept for her mother.

And what about the boyfriend?

- Did he work up tears, too?
- No.

But like I said, he was 10 miles
away, in Bellevue at the time.

At Lightfoot Plumbers, huh?

All right,
I'll check out his alibi.

And I'll see what's up
with Leslie's will.

If money's the motive, you might
want to take another look at Stan.

Cher said he was trying
to franchise The Daily Grind.

Lined up millions in
financing, which fell apart

when Positivity stole
his shop's thunder.

(SIGHS) His financing sounds as
shaky as his doggie day care alibi.

The Poochmore said he
dropped his dog off at 7:30.

At 8:30,
the time of the murder,

he said he was
still in his car.

I checked traffic reports.

There's no way it should've taken
him an hour to get to work.

Hey, your real estate guy
dropped this off.

Oh, thanks, Cavanaugh.

Winner, winner,
chicken dinner.

Stan Mendoza's on
a list of people

who checked out
that apartment.

He could've seen the agent
punch in the lockbox code,

then gone back there any time.

Let's go get
some...decent coffee.

STAN: That's the apartment
that the AC unit fell out of?

It was pushed out.

Oh. Yeah, I looked at it.

As well as 10 or so
other apartments

in the neighborhood. I...

I wanted a shorter commute.

Yeah, your half hour commute
from Green Lake is a real bear.

How it could've taken you an hour on
a clay with no traffic is beyond me.

And we also know about
how Positivity's success

ruined your plans
to franchise.

You spoke to Cher.

Okay, I have an alibi.

Good!

That morning,
on my drive into work,

I started experiencing
internal issues.

(WHISPERING) A code brown.

-(LIV GULPS)
- I pulled into a gas station

and I spent 45 minutes
in the men's room.

- Do you remember the station?
- Yes.

And don't worry.
They'll remember me.

They were out of toilet paper.

I had to improvise.

(CHUCKLES)

Okay, thanks.
You've been very helpful.

Sorry about your bathroom.

No, I don't need
security footage.

All right. Bye.

DENISE: Lightfoot-Plummer,
Denise Lightfoot speaking.

This is Clive Babineaux with
the Seattle Police Department.

I'm calling to confirm some information
from a Jill Bear, Lam Bear.

It's Gilbert Lambert.

He's my son.

So he's not French?

No.
(CHUCKLES) He wishes.

He's never been east of Boise.

Did another restaurant complain about him
refusing to put out his damn cigarette?

I'm just calling to confirm
whether he was working for you

in Bellevue on Tuesday
around 8:30 a.m.

Tuesday? Uh, yeah.

He was putting up signs
for me all morning.

- What kind of signs?
- Open house signs.

- You're not a plumber?
- No.

David Plummer is my partner.
We're a realty office.

Gilbert works for his mother.

She's a real estate agent.

At the time in question, did you
actually have your eyes on Gilbert?

(SIGHS) Should we be
talking to a lawyer?

What has that girl
gotten him into?

(WHISTLING TUNE)

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

- Drake.
- Hey, babe.

Listen, I'm hate
to do this to you again,

but tonight's
not looking good.

No worries.
ls everything okay?

You sound stressed.

No. No. Everything's great.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Your place.

- Bye.
- Toodle-oo.

What can you tell us about this other Mr.
Boss guy, Kenny Kill More?

He's one of Mr. Boss'
regular trigger men.

I've heard about lots
of stuff he's done,

but I've never
witnessed it myself.

What about you?

Is there anything else we can do
to help maintain your cover'?

I can't think of anything.

I can.

Ah!

That gonna leave one hell
of a convincing bruise.

- Thank you.
-(GRUNTS)

(GRIMACING) What've you
got in there, young buck?

Your jaw made of concrete?
(CHUCKLES)

Just flesh and bone, man.

It's figurative language,
partner.

Terrell Johnson make it
to the safe house?

Yeah.
He's WITSEC's problem now.

Mr. Boss thinks I killed him.

If there's a leak anywhere,
I'm a dead man.

So, it's still
kinda my problem.

Mr. Boss have any idea who's
moving in on his Utopium trade?

No.

- Do we?
- No.

They're covering their tracks.
It's like chasing a ghost.

If ghosts were real.

The analogy works
either way. (SCOFFS)

Our C.l.'s will come through.

We'll find this new player.
(CLICKS TONGUE)

Well, since you're
the only agent we've got

inside Mr. Boss' inner circle,

why don't we just go over
everything you know?

(SIGHS)

- This one's off, too.
- Are you sure?

What'd you do? Did you leave the
case in your trunk for a month?

Mmm, I don't think so.

I think there's another
full bottle in here.

Maybe it'll be okay.

Candy?

Where's your
trivia genie costume?

In my car.

Get it.

Daddy wants to play.

CLIVE: Uh, it turns out you weren't in
Bellevue at the time of the murder.

Cell tower records show
you were in downtown Seattle.

In a zone that includes
the apartment

that air conditioner
fell from.

An apartment you could enter

by using your real estate
agent mom's access code.

With Leslie gone,
you get to move to Paris.

Live off
your girlfriend's inheritance.

Play the same clubs as...

Jacques Dutronc.

No way, man.

- I didn't do it.
- Pardon my French, Gilbert.

But your ass is grass.

"A work of art
is a confession.“

- You know who said that?
- Albert Camus.

A French literary rock star.

- He was Algerian.
- Of French descent.

Work with me.

The point is, he understood

that a great artist
shows us the truth.

Confess

and be the artist
you were meant to be.

Or confess, because
you'll get out of prison

with enough time to
make something, well,

positive out of your life.

CLIVE: I don't think
it was your idea.

I think Cher
talked you into it.

You should be splitting
those years.

You shouldn't be serving
all of them.

But...

I love her.

So much.

And she loves me.

If she loved you,

would she have
asked you to do this?

CLIVE: Our forensics unit
is sweeping the apartment.

They just need
one strand of DNA.

One hair,

a piece of skin,
a drop of sweat.

And when we find it, your chance
at a deal is off the table.

I'll need a moment
with my client.

In private.

You think he's gonna
roll on Cher?

I'm optimistic.

No argument there.

Talk to me, Counselor.

If the D.A.'s office
guarantees us a 20-year max,

my client is prepared to make
a full confession.

One that not only details his involvement
in the murder of Leslie Morgan,

but also covers the testimony

he'd be willing to
offer against Cher.

I sent a couple of unis
to pick up Cher.

I hope she didn't hear we had
Gilbert and try to split town.

MAN: (SHOUTING) Yo!

Hell. man!

Gel the hell off!

Want to take me to jail?

- You want to take me to jail?
- OFFICER: Settle down.

MAN: Hey! (MUMBLES)

No, man!

Hey! Hey!

No. No, no. No!

No, no, no, no!

Hey, break it up.

(GASPS)

I lied.

I did it alone. She had
nothing to do with it.

MAN: Come on!

Hey, which one of you was
supposed to be guarding this man?

I was.

Look, I only turned
my back for a second

to help Officer Tate.

Now that you done helping him,

take this one to
county lockup.

(SPEAKING IN FRENCH)

What did you say to Gilbert?

Just that I loved him.

And now he wants to take
the fall to protect you.

Something that body snatcher
that replaced my mom

after The Beacon Forum
never understood.

Love makes you stupid.

I think that covers
the latest Mr. Boss intel.

Right, well,
if you forgot anything,

just haul me in, cold-cock
me, and we'll talk.

Cold what you?

-I'm not falling for it, man.
-(LAUGHS)

There is one more thing.

Photos of you walking into the
station on several occasions.

Yeah. So?

Come on. We know you've been
seeing that gal in the morgue.

It's a dumb move, man!

When you're undercover, you can't
risk having any girlfriend,

much less someone
who works here.

You got to end it with her.

- Pronto.
- Muy pronto.

Not a chance.

It's taken us
a year and a half

to get you this close
to Mr. Boss.

Don't jeopardize that!

You know, this girl's the one
good thing I got in my life.

This job has taken
everything else.

It's not taking her.

That's a pretty good
ass-shot of me.

Feel free to hang it
in your locker.

Cover up my David Cassidy?

Doubt it.

BLAINE:
♪ And so it was

♪ That later

♪ As the miller told his tale

♪ That her face
at first just ghostly

♪ Turned a whiter

♪ Shade of pale ♪

(CLICKS)

(sun COCKS)

Forget it, Blaine.

It's Chinatown.

(GROANS)

I hear you're
a Procol Harum fan.

I never cared for that psychedelic
pseudo-mystical stuff.

More of
a British Invasion guy.

Let's go back
to my place, man.

I'll play you anything
you want.

Beatles. Stones.

- Kinks.
- Your playing days are over, I'm afraid.

Lucky U.

Sometimes, pointing out
the irony almost feels cheap.

Look...

I can work with you.

Under you.

I've got a great product.

Four hundred years.

BLAINE: What?

Four hundred years.

That's the combined
prison sentence of the guys,

my guys, the district attorney's
office has convicted.

How do you think they'd feel
if they heard you,

the rat putting them away,

were my new business partner?

Conflicted?

You ever play
Dungeons & Dragons, Blaine?

-(CHUCKLES)
- I'm sorry.

No.

I did.

I was a hell of
a dungeon master.

If players screwed up,
they did something dumb,

they paid the price.

But...

As they were bleeding
out on the battlefield,

there was always
the Hail Mary.

The God call.

That 1% chance that the God
that they worshipped

would come down
from the heavens,

smite their enemies
and save them.

I suggest you make
your God call.

Oh, look.

A hole.

Someone could fall in there.

Here we are. Any last words?

(SIGHS) I gave you a run
for your money, didn't I?

I had you on the...

(CHOKING)

There's your
second-place prize.

Well, God?

I think we're good.

(POP SONG PLAYING)

One more signature
should do the trick.

Are you totally sure
about this?

Last chance to back out.

You are now officially
the owner of Positivity.

Feel free to paint it black.

Here is your earnest money.

I will not fire any of
Leslie's employees.

But I might have to put them
through insensitivity training.

My cab's here.

You're not gonna drink
your coffee?

Not really a coffee fan.

I'm more about art.

Imagining something and then
creating it out of thin air.

You're a talented girl,
all right.

Au revoir, everyone!

Send postcards from Paree!

You ain't foolin' anyone,
you know?

(POP SONG PLAYING)

LIV: What is it Cher said?
“Love makes you stupid."

With every passing hour,
Leslie's impossibly upbeat brain

has less control over me

and I'm able to see how naive
I've been about Drake.

Does this mean I'm in love,
or does it mean I'm dimwitted?

Or is it the fact that even
as I get back to my old self,

I'm still giddy about
him showing up

that makes me an idiot?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Hey! You.

Got a couple minutes
for a doomed man?

Um... Sure.

(STAMMERING) I've been thinking
a lot about death and whatnot.

And I keep thinking about,
you know, what if,

if I just, out of the blue,
bit the big one.

There are things
that I've done.

Things that...

Things that someone
needs to know about.

Okay.

Look, last year,
I was upset with you

'cause you didn't trust me
with your big secret.

I was just afraid of what you
might do with the information.

Right, see, I get that now.

I mean, more
than you can know.

- So here it is.
-(KEYS JINGLING IN DOOR)

Listen, Major, there's something that
I've been meaning to tell you, too.

- Uh...
-(DOOR OPENING)

Oh!

Major, this is my
roommate Gilda.

Gilda, this is Major.

How weird that it took this
long for you to finally meet?

Yeah. Weird.

I've certainly heard
a lot about you.

Nice to finally meet you
in person.

I'm sure it won't be
the last time.

Hmm. Ugh!

What a day.

I'm gonna go take a shower.

I'm so sorry, Maior. I was gonna
tell you I'm expecting company.

Could we talk some other time?

MAJOR: Yeah. Yeah, definitely.

(STAMMERING) You know,
I should've called.

So, I'm...

- All right.
- Night, Major.

Yeah, yeah, night, Liv.

Night, Rita.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Rita?

(SIGHS)

(GRUNTS)

So, Gilda, or Rita, or whatever
the hell your name is.

How many pictures of Major
did I have around the house?

Did you hunt him down
on Tinder using a phony name?

Or... No.

You knew he was a trainer.

That's how you found him?

Those lingerie shots
that you sent him,

when you knew your texts
were already tearing me up.

Was that part of the fun?

- I...
- You know what?

I don't wanna hear
your side of it.

You're a sick bitch
and I just want you out now.

Because at midnight,
I'm gonna hunt down

anything you left behind
and burn it.

Candy!

Candy, have you seen Blaine?

He's been ignoring
my texts all day.

He knows that I have
abandonment issues.

Oh, damn!

WOMAN: Girls, binoculars up.

It's not quite mating season,

so we might not see any pairs.

But if you keep your eyes
open, you might get lucky.

Oh! Oh!

There's one over there.
You see it?

The yellow belly...

No. Look!

It flew over there. Three
branches down from the top left.

(ALL SCREAMING)