iZombie (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 15 - He Blinded Me... With Science - full transcript

LIV: Previously on iZombie.

DR. LOCKETT: Once the Super Max
enters the blood stream...

We can crank the treadmill up
as high as ten miles per hour.

Endurance and strength
also sky rocket.

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

He said this desperate Rita
chick threw herself at him.

Night, Rita.

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

RAVI: New Hope
died this afternoon.

LIV: So Major.
RAVI: And Blaine.

They're on borrowed time now.



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.

Any last words?

lam hungry like the wolf.

Sorry?

The music.
Hungry Like the Wolf.

I think that's The Reflex.

So true.

So true.

- LIV: I mean, talk about crazy.
- Uh-huh.

And Gilda used
a different name.

- Rita.
- Mmm-hmm.



Ravi, are you even listening?

Half listening.

I confess imagining this poor woman's
final moments as she burned alive

is distracting me somewhat.

But I get the basics.

Um... Gilda-slash-Rita
slept with Major,

you found out, confrontation,

argue, argue, argue,
exit Gilda.

And I punched her in the face.

You Americans
and your violence.

I'm not getting much evidence
off this mess.

(SIGHS) Make yourself useful.

The landlord gave us an ID
on our arson victim.

Dr. Eleanor Cash.

I was calling her "Cinder-ella“.
(CHUCKLES)

(CHUCKLES SARCASTICALLY)

52, single,

was on unemployment this last
year. You get anything?

Uh, face was doused with a
flammable liquid, set alight.

Prolonged and painful.

Not the way I'd choose to go.

Whale ingestion,
if you're curious.

Someone must've
really hated her.

According to Google,
she was a scientist.

A researcher for
Nescott Laboratories.

They'd been hired to test
a new acne medication,

and one of their test subjects had a
bad reaction. Pain, facial scarring.

Girl named Annie Rosine.

She sued, there was a trial, Dr.
Cash was fired in disgrace.

Hasn't worked since.

Test subject
with facial scarring.

The victim had
her face burned.

A not unreasonable
hypothesis is...

They're connected?

Yeah. I put that together.

I'm off to talk to Annie
if you're feeling visiony.

Okay.

Enjoy.

I'll just be here.

Alone.

Gazing unblinkingly
into the face of death

that inevitably awaits us all.

Brains.

Bra... (CLEARS THROAT)

Kidding. Kind of.

I do need brains. You got any?

You've reverted
to zombie form?

Well, if I haven't,
things have just gotten kinky.

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

Sorry to drop in unannounced,

but this guy on the bus,
he was so bald,

I could almost see his brain.

I had to take the edge off before
things got weird, and you were closest.

Deceased scientist.

That's all I've got at the moment.
Should keep you going.

For now.

That was an ominous pause.

New Hope?

Our test rat who reverted
back to a zombie?

- She died.
- Too much to hope for a rat suicide?

It's the cure.

Not only do its effects on
zombie-ism appear temporary,

but the reversion
back to zombie state

is followed by decline
and then death.

So if you're in
reversion phase,

the next phase most likely
isn't far behind.

Kinda skimping on
the silver lining here, doc.

The silver lining,
such as it is,

we've found more
of the tainted Utopium.

I'm working on a new cure. I just
injected a new subject, so...

Well, hopefully it works.

'Cause it would be a real shame
if your local brain supplier died

and you ended up with a horde of
zombies running around Seattle

just as the Mariners
were set to contend.

I agree.
I'm working accordingly.

You know, you could provide Liv and
me a list of your zombie clientele.

- Just in case.
-(CHUCKLES)

Oh. You were serious
about that?

Well, in case you'd forgotten, those hungry
zombies provide not only my livelihood

but also the reason no one decides
to harm dear old Blaine, so...

Thank you for the brain.

(SIGHS)

You wouldn't happen to have
any clothes I could borrow?

Maybe something vaguely redolent
of punting on the Thames?

Will that be all?

You mind calling me an Uber?

Annie Rosine. Originally from
Red Deer, Alberta,

enrolled at U of W,

then as a senior
looking to make extra cash

signed on as a test subject
in a drug trial.

Then, one bad reaction
later... Whoa!

Okay, I might murder
whoever did that to me.

Just remember,
try not to stare.

Hi. Can I help you?

Hi. Clive Babineaux.
Seattle PD.

- Annie Rosine?
- That's me.

Freak! Freak!

Uncool, you!

Come on in.

Tough neighborhood.

Is it my hair?

Wow. Somebody murdered
Dr. Cash.

I don't even know
how I feel about that.

Uh. I'm sorry for staring,

just you weren't quite
what we expected.

Thank God for plastic surgery.

Must have been expensive.

- Was there a settlement? - I sued,
but didn't get much considering...

What happened at the trial?

Basically, it was Dr. Cash and her
partner trying to blame each other.

Her partner? Dr. Alan Benway?

That sounds right.

They both got fired, the company
hid behind the release forms

and I ended up with a small settlement
that covered some of the surgery.

And loans that I'll be paying off the
rest of my life covered the rest.

They ever figure out why you were
the only one who got scarred?

They say it was a reaction to the
anti-anxiety meds I was taking.

Look, I won't lie.
It was a nightmare.

I looked grotesque, my face
felt like it was on fire,

and,yeah, I wished horrible
deaths on everyone involved.

But thanks to
modern medicine,

I lost my motive
to murder anyone.

Anyway, I was working the graveyard
at King Cannery that night.

You can call and check.

So, you want to see me?

Mmm, mmm, hmm.

One sec and...

Boom.

Just finished my keynote
for Rager-Con '16,

and it's not even 10:00.
(CHUCKLES)

Super Max, man. Super Max!

I mean, my mental
energy is like, it's...

It's off the charts.

And physically? Forget it.

Ask the Air Gaulle
flight attendant

how many petits morts she
morted last night? Go ahead.

Sounds like a personal
question for a total stranger.

Six! You're welcome!

Saved you the embarrassment.

This is what boundless energy
looks like, Major. This!

- Yeah, but it can make you a little...
- What?

- Aggressive. (SIGHS)
- Aggressive is good.

Now, we got some new zombie
names for you to deal with.

- More names? - Well, we're
constantly monitoring hot sauce,

hair dye and fake tan spending
in the Pacific Northwest.

We would not want any
zombie-come-latelys crashing our party.

Would we?

Rita's coming in with a list.

Rita. About that.

I just found out that
she's been Liv's roommate.

Have I not been doing
a good job'?

Well, you know what?
Let's find out.

Ask again later.

(IMITATES GAMESHOW SOUND)

I've been taking out zombies.

I've passed all your
nutty little tests.

Everything we had you do, and it's a privacy
issue which gets your panties in a twist?

I assumed the deal was if I
cooperated, you kept Liv out of this.

Yeah, well, when
you assume, you... Yep.

There's always a method
to the madness, my boy.

Was having Rita seduce me
part of the madness?

Gaylord says what?

- You didn't know?
- That you were my doing the featherbed jig

with my daughter?

Mmm... No.

- Your...
- Daughter!

With the list.

20 new names.

So, sweet child of mine,

who's always telling Daddy
not to sleep with the help.

Really, Major?

I didn't figure you
for the kiss-and-tell type.

(SIGHS) It came out
by accident.

An accident, huh?

Kinda like last night
was an accident?

Rita.

Sweetheart.

Come here.

You think this is funny?

You think you can
hurt my daughter? Huh?

- Whoa!
- Stop it!

It was Liv, not him! You've got the list.
You should go.

You don't mess
with my daughter!

DON E.: Look at that.

What do you think that's worth,
end of the day? Half a million?

A million? Whoa!

All that money rolling in,
what're we getting?

Bupkis is what we're getting.

(IN BRITISH ACCENT) Bollocks.

It is monkeys outside.

I'm off to Bedfordshire.

(SIGHS) New look.

Yes?

No? No.

Where you been?

The shipment came in,
and we didn't know...

(NORMAL VOICE)
Boys. The night I had.

Mr. Boss nabs me,
slits my throat

-and buries me in a hole.
- Wait, what?

No need for concern. You see,
it seems I'm a zombie again,

so, I bounced back.

What should concern us though,
is our friend Drake.

Part of the point of having a
guy inside Mr. Boss' operation

is getting a heads up when
something like this is coming.

We didn't know anything.

Yeah, if history is any guide,
I'm sure you're right.

Silver lining though.

Mr. Boss thinks I'm dead.

Let's let him
keep thinking that.

You remember that hole
we dug for Major?

Yeah.

I need you to take that

and bury it there instead.

We're gonna shut down for now.
Lay low.

Okay, I should go change before I
start writing poems about the moors.

(SNIFFS) I imagine my cheeks could
use a little color, as well.

Ta.

CLIVE: Okay,
so it's confirmed?

Lighter fluid?

Any idea of the brand?

Well, there was
a can at the scene,

but the label's burned off.

What's up?

Blaine's dad had a cabin
up in Whistler.

Finally got the Canadians
to let us search it.

Guess what we found
in the fridge?

I don't know. A ham?

Secret plans?
I'm not a guesser.

- Brains.
-(SIGHS) More brains?

Like the brains
Mrs. Suzuki gave us?

That we tested?
And that came back bovine?

Not these.

Too big for a cow.
Unless this cow's a genius.

Cows are large.

But their brains are smaller
than ours.

You ever met a cow?
They're dumb.

My buddy at the FBI lab
will sort this out.

JASON: Lab. This is Jason.

Jason! It's Dale.

I need you to
settle something.

Uh, a cow's brain.
We're talking, like, softball?

Baseball, at best.
If it's a cow.

Told you
they're not cow brains.

You guys find
more human brains?

What do you mean, more?

Didn't you read my report
on the last one?

That was human, too.

So the brain
you tested before?

That was a human brain?

Like I said in the report, which
I guess you didn't even read.

We'll read this one. We're
sending you a new sample.

Thanks, Jason.

Why did the report we read
say "bovine"?

I don't know.

Maybe someone changed it.

But why? Who would do that?

(CELL PHONE BUZZES)

-(CELL PHONE CHIMES)
- LIV: Drake. Late again.

What does it mean?

Existing data points.

Lateness, standing me up,

leaving at odd hours
of the night

suggest various hypotheses.

He's just not that into me,
he's got a zombie on the side.

Maybe I'm the zombie
on the side.

What I need is additional data
and more detailed observation.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

- Hey, Liv. Sorry I'm late.
- Don't be.

So, I know Netflix and chill
is supposed to be code,

but there really is a movie
I wanted to see...

Actually, I changed my mind.
I want to go out.

- What's the name of the place where
you're a bouncer? - Uh... The Snake Eye?

That place is kind of rough. Why
would you want to go there?

Uh, call it
scientific curiosity.

Hey, Drake.

What's up, cuz?

WOMAN: Hey, baby.

Hey, man.

LIV: initial observations.

This is Drake in his
natural environment.

Cheap beer.
Top shelf vodka.

- How...
- I've been doing this a while.

Nice.

So this must be that girl we've
been hearing all about? She's real?

Hey, can you tell Patrick
I can cover for him tomorrow?

So, Drake does have a job.

He's on familiar terms
with a crusty bartender.

He's known and liked
by regulars.

He's told people about me.

Current hypothesis?

Initial data points to Drake
being on the level.

Hey, Drake?

Hey. Uh, Molly, this is Liv.
Liv, Molly.

- Hello.
- Hi. Can we talk?

Right this minute?
I'm kinda busy.

- Well, it's kind of important.
- You go for it.

Sorry.

My hypothesis
from tonight's data?

More data is needed.

Guess it was prudent to slide the
disposable phone under Drake's seat,

so I can track his movements until
the battery dies in 30 hours or so.

LIV: Oh, no.

New New Hope?

New New New Hope, actually.

Initial reaction was good.

Levels of zombie virus fell,
cell metabolism was normal,

but then something led to a T-cell
crash, then re-infection, then...

Have you considered the effects of
Taurine on mitochondrial metabolism?

I'm sorry, what?

The Taurine cocktail in the Max
Rager component of the serum

can over-stimulate ATP production
within cell mitochondria,

leaving liver cells, especially,
vulnerable to metabolic collapse.

You might want to consider
using a buffer agent or...

Or not.

No, no, actually, uh...

You just might be
on to something.

Liv.

You busy?

Annie Rosine's alibi
checks out.

I talked to the cannery manager, she
was on shift the night Dr. Cash died.

Looks like
we're out of suspects.

No, I found Dr. Benway.

- I was headed to talk to him at work.
- Work?

What drug testing company
took him?

Just so I know
to avoid those drugs.

Actually, Dr. Benway
is no longer

in the pharmaceutical
business.

♪ So we'll bring you
gold and treasure

♪ From places near and far

♪ Instead of happy birthday

♪ We wish you happy ♪
(IMITATING PIRATES)

(APPLAUSE)

Dr. Alan Benway?

I used to be.

Seattle Police.
Could we talk?

Eleanor Cash is dead?

Sorry to be the bearer
of bad news.

Just call it news.

So I take it you and Dr. Cash
weren't on the best of terms?

Well, thanks to her,
this is my life.

No drug company will touch me
with a ten-foot pole.

A decade's worth of education
down the toilet.

Thanks to her, how?

Well, if you're here,
you must know.

We were in charge of testing
a new acne drug.

Eleanor was supposed to do the
clinical interaction studies.

She must have
faked the results

on that anti-anxiety medication
the Rosine girl was on.

It's the only way that poor girl
could've reacted the way she did.

Then, at the trial,
Eleanor blamed me.

So, yes, thanks to her,

I'm now serving crab dogs

dressed like I'm in the world's
worst Adam Ant cover band.

Can you tell me where you were
Saturday night at 11:00 p.m.?

Home. Alone. Weeping.

My dating life isn't
what it was.

Benway!
The hell are you doing?

Table 12 is waiting for their
fresh and fruity pirate booty!

I need it now!

Not tomorrow. Now!

Now! I assume
you've heard of deadlines?

I've got Lockett warming up in the
bullpen if you're not up to it.

Excuse me.

- What'd you see?
- I saw Vaughn Du Clark.

Dr. Cash worked at Max Rager.

Dr. Cash? Never heard of her.

What makes you think
she worked here?

We, uh... We...

- We have a source.
- Source?

So, it's not just that
you enjoy dropping by

every time a homicide
is committed in King County?

I really should murder somebody,
get my tax dollars' worth.

So, you've never seen
this woman?

Her, I do know.
It's Dr. Erving.

Dawn, will you please have
Dr. Erving step in?

DAWN: Dr. Erving
didn't come in again.

Again? Why?
ls she sick?

Dead, actually.

That's the woman the rest of the
world knows as Eleanor Cash.

Dead?

(SIGHS)

Dawn, have HR get out a listing
for a new research scientist.

Oh, and send some flowers or whatever
else to Dr. Erving's last known address.

So, why would Dr. Cash
be using a fake name?

Bit of a scandal
at her old job.

- Can you tell us what she did here?
- Uh, research.

What kind of research?

Energy drink research.

We are an energy drink
company.

What, specifically?

CNS stimulation cascades?

Amino acid
recombination chains?

Effects on cell integrity of
stimulated ATP production?

I understood
very little of that.

How did she get along here?

She ever have issues
with other employees?

Well, she had issues with me.

I had her demoted for failing
to deliver results on time.

But I don't murder employees
over missed deadlines as a rule.

Oh, sorry, one sec. Carry on.

(INAUDIBLE WHISPERING)

He's not telling us something.

- Probably. But what?
- I don't know.

Sorry. I really do have
a company to run.

By all means, come back
when you have a warrant.

The door's right
where you left it, behind you.

LIV: You know what, Vaughn?

I know someone who would make a
fantastic energy drink researcher.

-(CELL PHONE DINGS) - That ding
means Drake is on the move.

Drake said that Molly got
knocked up by a friend of his

and just needed to vent.

Well, let's see if that explanation
stands up to vigorous testing.

9:00 a.m.
Drake visits his mother.

Data noted.

Unified theory of Drake,
still unknown.

And our zombie rat has gone
back to her original color.

Much like our Liv.

You used a Taurine
buffer agent?

Yes. Thanks to a helpful, but minor,
insight from your scientist brain,

- I might be onto something.
- Keep Blaine in the loop.

The last thing we need is him dropping
dead and his zombie clients running amok.

I'll text him now.

What does it mean that I find
your new look weird and creepy?

It means that you spend
too much time with the dead.

It's so they don't
recognize me at Max Rager.

Well, for the degree I've been
creeped out by this,

the clues you find better
be earth-shattering.

I almost forgot.

For that professional look.

Literally the stuff
of nightmares.

Liv.

You know that this is exactly the kind of
thing you promised Clive you wouldn't do.

Then let's not tell him.

Vaughn Du Clark.

That man is pure evil.
I know that at my very core.

Rationalization isn't just
a river in Egypt.

No. No, wait.
That's denial.

Never mind.
You should be good.

Blaine?

Blaine.

(GASPS)

What's the word?

"BOO?"

This is you?

- You're a zombie again?
- Yep.

Back on the brain gang.

-Dang.
-Crap.

I got the impression
we might have longer.

Yeah, I don't think Ravi factored
in mitochondrial metabolism

as an effect of
the interaction...

Whoa. I'm so sorry.

This nerd brain I ate
is so annoying.

- Um, the bottom line is... -l'm
gonna end up a zombie again?

And then die. Yeah.

That's part of it, too,
apparently.

Heavy, right? Anywho...

Don't worry your pretty
little head about it.

We got our best minds
working on a cure.

Now. I assume you're here because you
need another zombie for your freezer?

Yeah.

Drake Holloway.

On the list.

It's nice doing business
with you.

Yeah.

Your knowledge of what we do here is
kind of mind-boggling, Ms. Dylan.

I studied L-carnitine's role
in thermogenic reactions,

but my true love is metabolite chain
effects on cellular development.

Metabolite chain effects are a
big part of our research here.

Our CEO's been pushing us to look
beyond the average energy drink.

Vaughn Du Clark.
A true visionary.

Really makes this
an inspiring place to work.

I'm a bit curious
why there's even an opening?

I mean, are we talking
weird lab accident, or...

Ah. Yes.

Well, Gwen, actually,
it's a bit unfortunate...

- There was a murder.
- A murder?

A Super Max researcher.

I heard someone
set her on fire.

God. Like, a feud in the lab,
or...

We didn't know her. We don't
have clearance to the basement.

There is a secret basement?

Just a basement.

I mean, yes,
you need clearance,

but the existence of
the basement is known,

so, it's technically not
a secret basement.

Of course.

So, what kind of toys
do they let you play with?

So, there you go. All the
usual tools of the trade.

Everything top of the line,
of course.

Very nice.

I was expecting sequencers.

Do you know,
in the basement, if...

- Right. Sorry, you don't have...
- Basement clearance.

Only the Super Max team.

Is there any more information
we can provide, or...

- Restroom?
- Oh.

Uh, down the hall on the left.

Where's the B button?

Hmm. Here goes nothing.

AUTOMATED VOICE:
Unauthorized access.

(GASPS)

(EXHALES)

You saw who we have?

Didn't recognize her
at first, but, yeah.

We're ready.

Right. Detective Babineaux.
Tell him I'm at Max Rager,

and if he doesn't hear from
me, he'll know where to look.

Yes. Oh! Here is
Vaughn Du Clark himself now.

Thank you.

Hey, boys.

She wasn't really
talking to anyone.

Okay, so, uh,
just to be clear.

You came here

without the knowledge and approval
of your superiors, to snoop around.

I just wanted to talk to
Dr. Cash's coworkers.

Maybe she had issues,
or a conflict...

Okay, impulse. Impulse
to incinerate Liv Moore.

Oh... (GROANS)

Shake it off.

Shake it off. Huh.

- Those dorks weren't Cash's coworkers.
- Right.

Because Dr. Cash worked in the
not-at-all-suspicious high-security basement.

You wanna know
what's in that basement?

Yes.

Secrets.

You know who else
has a secret basement?

Everyone.

Because it's business,

and businesses compete

by trying to come up with
even cooler new things,

and you don't want someone trying
to copy your cooler new thing

before you're done, do you? So you
work on it in your secret basement.

I mean, Fisher-Price probably has a
secret basement, for God's sake.

So, it's possible that
Dr. Cash's death

was related to trade secrets.

If I could just talk to
the people in the basement.

Very well.

Incineration it is.

I kid. (CHUCKLES) I kid.

You know your way out.

But in seriousness,
don't come back.

BOY: Come out, freak!

Hey, kid. Seattle PD.
Get over here.

- What?
- What are you doing here spying

-and calling people names? -l'm
trying to get a video of the freak.

My friends don't believe me.

Sorry to rain on your parade,
but there's no freaks here.

She's all fixed up.
Plastic surgery.

So why don't you just go on
and leave her alone?

No, dude.
I saw her last week.

She looked like Groot.

Are you sure about that?

It's 1982, Purdy Street.

Yeah, I'm calling
about the title.

Okay, I'll hold.

We need to get a warrant to
search the basement of Max Rager.

- What?
- I had a vision.

He's got this secret area down there with
fingerprint pass keys and security guards.

Which is where Dr. Cash
worked, which means...

Yes, that's right.

Uh, who holds the deed
to the house?

That's the full name?

Thank you.

What's the deal with
this Canadian lighter fluid?

I went over to Annie Rosine's house
earlier to ask that exact question.

- What time you got?
- Almost 9:00, why?

(SIGHS) We gotta hustle. Come
on, I think I got this figured.

There we go...

Time to head to the graveyard
shift at the cannery.

Miss Rosine?
Detective Babineaux.

(SNARLING)

Seattle PD. Can you step
out of your car, please?

What's this about?

Miss Rosine, I'm going to have
to ask you to come with me.

Why?
I don't understand.

Dr. Cash's murder.

Did the two of you plan it together
or did you just talk her into it?

- Me and who?
- You and your sister.

Whose name is on the deed
to this house.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

The lighter fluid you used
is from Canada,

a regional brand from
your home province, Alberta.

It's unavailable here.

Now, if you talked
her into it,

-you can make things easier...
- Please...

I have no clue
what you're talking about.

She didn't know
anything about it.

Jenny Rosine?

Jenny, what are they
talking about?

I killed her, Annie.

For what she did to you.
To us.

You know how much Annie got
in the settlement?

- Report says $50,000.
- JENNY: Look at her.

You think that's fair?

To either of us?

I wanted to be
an archeologist.

See the world.

Annie wanted to be
a television news reporter.

Well, good luck, huh?

Now I'm Annie's nurse.

Someone's gotta do it,

go out in the world, get groceries,
make it to the drug store.

What'd you tell me,
once, Annie?

- You know how the Elephant Man feels.
- Jenny, stop.

So, when I managed to
track down Dr. Cash...

You burned her alive.

- For a mistake.
- Not for the mistake.

For lying about it.
For running away from it.

For never saying or acting
like she was sorry!

Jenny Rosine,

you have the right
to remain silent.

A full Romero zombie, Ravi.

Dr. Cash had one in captivity.

That's gotta be what's in
the Max Rager basement.

Wait, how do you know
you didn't see a zombie

at some cheesy
Halloween haunted house?

Or on TV?

In case you haven't noticed, our popular
culture is quite inundated with zombies.

You're a scientist.
For the moment.

Would your hypothesis
stand up to rigorous testing?

Sure. Throw science at me.

Throw some my way, too, doc.

I got your message
about this promising new cure?

- He used a buffer agent.
- Yeah. Of course.

To normalize mitochondrial metabolism
in relation to cellular...

All right, all right, all right. I've had
about enough of you two dilettantes.

This is an in-case-of-an-emergency
break-glass potential cure.

Cured the zombie rat, who
remains, for the moment, alive.

But we have no idea
of its long-term effects.

Like life itself.

l am only giving
this untested version to you

because of the potential of your
death leaving Seattle zombies unfed.

So it's not the love that dare not
speak its name brewing between us?

- Reasonably certain.
-(CHUCKLES)

Gotta go.
Double-parked the hearse.

Oh, and I hope you don't mind. I had to
let out the crotch in those dungarees.

-(CELL PHONE CHIMES)
-(SIGHS)

LIV: New data. 10:15.

Drake lands at
a location downtown.

An unlisted location.

Hard to know what this means.

No, no, I want you
to ship all of it.

Yeah. We're the only game
in town now, so get to work.

Good.

Let's call it a day.

Did I tell you we buried the
competition in the Utopium trade?

Literally. Like, in the ground.
Like, dead and buried.

Or maybe
it's the other way around.

Depends how long he kept kicking
after his throat was slit.

- Who was it?
- Some minor former employee.

And this is fun.
He was running a funeral home.

(CHUCKLES) Straight out
of freshman English.

Foreshadowing? Hello?

LIV: Oh, my God!

No further observation
required.

The subject, observed in
his natural habitat,

has revealed himself
for what he is.

Drake?

Working for Mr. Boss?

You sure that's the only
explanation for what you saw?

Like, they don't know
each other

and Drake was simply giving a lift
to a funny little stranger in need?

The theory that best fits the data
is that I've been dating a criminal.

It's a solid theory.

However, the Ptolemaic theory of the
universe also fit the data set at one time.

So I'm thinking I should
confront him with my theory,

see if he can offer
an alternative.

Well, as a fellow scientist,

who feels the data strongly supports
the theory that Drake is a criminal,

I strongly suggest that
this confrontation

take place in a public place
with many exits.

I know a place like that.

I can't believe
we're gonna bury this.

I'm a natural criminal. I don't
see the point in being good.

Huh! I mean, Dave here, is
a quote unquote, "good man".

And he was riding his bike
across the country

to raise money
for Jerry's kids

when he gets hit
by a drunk driver.

I mean, if being good doesn't pay off
in the end, then I don't see the point.

It's a fair question.

The answer
I've come up with...

Thank you, chief.

...there is no point
in being good.

It's part of the reasons I can enjoy
this scam we're pulling here,

selling luxury boxes
to bury dead bodies in.

(SIGHS) But you wanna know
the crazy thing?

Even though
I know it's a scam,

I went and picked one out
for myself today.

Royal Windsor Mahogany.

Blue silk trim.

Reserved a plot
by the pond with a swan.

And for what?

The view?

Proximity to the swan?

It's just as well I'm dying.

Turns out I'm a sentimental patsy
just like all of our customers.

Or I can give this a try.

What is that?
Like, medicine?

Could cure me, could kill me.

You didn't see Gabriel die.

He sort of melted
from the inside

after he gave himself one of Dr.
Chakrabarti's injections.

So, in the event
I kick the bucket.

It's all in there.

Bank accounts, safe combos, all our
customer's info for the brain business.

You keep
the brain business going.

It's in humanity's
best interest.

You promise me that.

Sure, boss.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

Yeah.

- What about the, uh...
- You stay out of the Utopium business.

Mr. Boss is too smart,
he's too violent.

You guys would be in way over your heads.
(COUGHING)

I'm okay. I'm all right.

Anything else, boss?

Just, um...

My sincere and grateful thanks

for your years
of faithful service.

It's meant so much to me.

(SNARLING)

Whoo...

- Ten miles per hour.
- Look at her go, why don't you? Ah!

And this is with
just one can

of the Super Max final release
version in her, yeah?

Super Max magnifies the effect
of adrenaline exponentially.

As long as it's in
your system,

you have all the strength
at your disposal

that you might have if your loved
one were trapped under a car.

Hmm.

These zombies have taught us
how to unlock our potential.

And I shouldn't need
to tell you it's dangerous.

Accounting-wise,
we've factored in lawsuits.

There'll be violent episodes similar to the
frequency we experienced with Max Rager.

Only now, these manic episodes

will be committed
by super-strong,

super-fast, tireless
Super Max drinkers.

Yeah, I got news for you. Everybody's
going to be drinking Super Max.

The take-away is,

the only thing that can take down a
bad guy having a Super Max freak out

is a good guy chugging
a Super Max.

Hey, uh...

Bones.

Let me get a gander
at this thing, will you?

It's okay. It's okay.
I got it.

So, uh, what would happen if I
were to give her a little zap?

(GROWLING)

-(LAUGHING) - I swear, we
can't take you anywhere.

Whoa, 12 miles per hour.

-13!
-(GROWLS)

(STRUGGLING)

(THUMP)

(THUMP)

(GURGLING)

(SCREAMS)

-Dad!
-(GROWLS)

Dad, hold the door!

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

(ELEVATOR DOOR OPENS)

(ELEVATOR DOOR CLOSES)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Let me in.

Dad!

Let me in! Dad! (SOBBING)

Let me in!

(SCREAMING) Let me in!

(GRUNTS)

WAITER: Here you go, ma'am.
(IMITATES PIRATE)

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

(SIGHS)

Hey, Ma.

Huh?

Ma, I really gotta go.
All right? I love you.

(COUGHING)

Yeah, Ma.

Yeah, Ma.

Ma, I gotta go.

(GRUNTS)