iZombie (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 16 - Pour Some Sugar, Zombie - full transcript

LIV: Previously on iZombie...

Could there be a better front
for a serial killer?

I mean, he can cremate
bodies, bury bodies.

Check out this Shady Plots
surveillance photo.

That's Blaine,
but the other guy.

- Doesn't it look like...
- Major.

DU CLARK: There are zombies
living among us.

Those 322 people
are suspected zombies.

- You want me to kill them?
- Yes.

DU CLARK: You know, the media's
calling you the Chaos Killer.

The vic who went
missing in Seward Park...



We just learned his pooch had one
of those GPS tracking devices.

Blaine is selling Utopium.

He's taking on Mr. Boss.

Where to, boss?

RAVI: Drake?
Working for Mr. Boss?

I've been dating a criminal.

Boss' guys figured out
there's a rat.

You're gonna
get me killed.

PEYTON: He's my star
witness against Mr. Boss.

He's pretty much
the whole case.

You're here because you need
another zombie for your freezer?

MAJOR: Yeah.

BLAINE: Drake Holloway.
MAJOR: On the list.

- You're a zombie again?
- Yep.



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

BLAINE:
Well, hopefully it works.

What is your go-to bagpipe
player's name again?

I know it's Something
McSomething, but...

Blaine?

Come on.
Come on, man.

Wake up, wake up!

- Wake up!
- Oh! Hey.

What's with
the manhandling?

YOU were unconscious.

Most people call that
sleeping, Scott E,

but way to add the drama.

It's Don E., Blaine.

You just called me Scott E.

Did I?

Oh, in my defense,
you do look just like him.

-(ALTERNATIVE ROCK PLAYING)
-(DOOR CLOSES)

(SHOWER RUNNING)

(DOOR LOCK CLICKS)

(SONG PLAYS FAINTLY)

(EXHALES)

(MOANS SOFTLY)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(CLATTERING)

(SNIFFING)

(MOANS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

-(EXHALES)
-(SHOWER CONTINUES RUNNING)

(MUFFLED SCREAM)

(GROANS)

(SONG CONTINUES
PLAYING FAINTLY)

(RATTLING)

(LAUGHS)

Oh, you guys can drop
the boxes right there.

Hey, there.

How happy are you to have
me back as your roommate?

Pretty damn happy.

Mmm.

Oh, we should really change
the locks, by the way.

Yeah, there was this loud tenant living
above me who my landlord refused to evict.

Plus, I'm a lawyer, okay?

If I can't get out of a one-page
lease, I should be disbarred.

(CHUCKLES)

What is happening
over there?

I literally cannot
lift my arms.

Why did I get all
the boxes of books?

Because you made me carry the
furniture all by myself.

Oh, this is fun.

Please, try and rent the
apartment across the hall.

So we can be like the friends
from Friends?

Oh! Yes!

Fantastic idea!

Peyton is Monica-esque.

You're clearly a Rachel.

Type A.
Relationship drama.

Yeah. Remember the episode
when Ross and Rachel break up

because she's a zombie who
wants to solve murder cases?

Mmm.
That was so us.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

(CHUCKLES)

Who's calling me
this late?

(SING-SONG VOICE)
Booty call.

(SING-SONG VOICE)
Or family emergency.

(SING-SONG VOICE)
Butt dial.

Hello?

That son-of-a-bitch-bastard
cheated on me!

I caught him in the
parking lot during my break.

I'm sorry, who is this?

Cassidy. Malinowski?

You gave me your card
a couple months ago.

You tried to get me to roll
over on Nick Costas,

but I was all Stand
By Your Man and crap.

Cassidy. Yes.

You're Nick
"The Stick's" girlfriend.

Look, I know every
single criminal thing

that two-timing bucket-of-scum
has done, okay?

I got names.
Details.

I know where a major
Mr. Boss stash house is.

I want to destroy
Nick, okay?

I want to flatten
his friggin' nuts

in a friggin' vice and use them
as friggin' air hockey pucks!

You're doing
the right thing.

CASSIDY: Go sit on a screw!

- Excuse me?
- That wasn't to you. Hold on one sec.

Some jerk's pulling over.

I'm not hitchhiking, idiot!

(GROANS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Cassidy?

Cassidy?

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

(RAVI GROANS)

Bad news.

One of our
eyewitnesses is dead

and the other's
not talking.

So, we know from
your DA friend

that a car was approaching
before Cassidy's phone cut out.

I don't know.
Seems like somebody

drove by
and whacked her head

like a curb-side mailbox.

Oh, so we're looking
for two people,

the person driving the car and the
passenger who did the swinging.

Well, Cassidy's boyfriend had
some serious probable cause.

Yeah, Nick “the Stick.“

One of
Mr. Boss's guys.

Lucky for us,
he's on probation

and wears a court-mandated
ankle monitor.

I'm just waiting
to hear back

on his whereabouts for
the time of the murder.

Mmm. A guy with an ankle
monitor gets a hot girlfriend.

Yet some women won't
date a guy who wears Crocs.

(CELL PHONE BUZZING)

Babineaux.

At least Cassidy knew
she was dating a criminal.

I bet you think this dead
stripper's about you. Don't you?

I just can't believe
how stupid I was.

I let myself believe
that Drake was a good guy

because I wanted
him to be one.

Now he's dropped
off the face of the earth

and I can't find him
to break up with him

or to confront him about
working for Mr. Boss.

Liv, sometimes
closure's a bad thing.

It didn't work out too well
for poor Cassidy.

Nick's our guy.

His ankle monitor puts him at the
time and place of the murder.

We'll use it to track him
down and arrest him.

Why can't they
all be this easy?

Hooray for dumb criminals!

I can't believe you're
passing up this opportunity.

As I understand it,

women pay top dollar
for pole dancing classes.

No way.

I've had my eye on the guy
in drawer number three.

A terminally-ill
hiking enthusiast

who committed suicide so that he
could go out on his own terms.

I mean, the exercise'll
be good for me,

quality time in the
great outdoors.

No visions of gross men putting
their hands all over me.

PEYTON: Hey!

Hi!

Peyton, what
a pleasant surprise!

If I had I known
you'd be dropping by,

I would've worn
my less bloody lab coat.

Never visiting
you at work again.

(INHALES SHARPLY) I was hoping
you had something for me.

From Cassidy?

Have you
already eaten it?

Oh. ls that her
brain there?

I wasn't planning on it.

We already know that her
boyfriend killed her, so...

Liv, Cassidy has information
that's vital to the Mr. Boss case.

Information she
wanted me to have.

She told me she knows where a major Mr.
Boss stash house is.

If you need to eat a
brain anyway, you mind,

eating Cassidy's?

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

(VOCALIZING)

Okay. Where's the stash house?

(GRUNTS)

Anything about
Hong Kong suppliers?

Or shipment schedules?

- No.
- Hmm.

Cassidy said she knew every criminal
thing Nick was involved with.

Maybe just start with that?

I'm gonna start with throwing this
frickin' plate across the room

if you don't step
the hell off.

Okay.

I mean, you're
asking me a favor

and you're all up
in my business.

Uh, I believe the brain
is officially kicking in.

That's great.

Maybe try
closing your eyes.

Focus on the phrase,
"Stash house."

(INHALES) "Stash house.“

“Stash house."

“Stash house."

It's not about
focusing, okay?

It's not Pop-A-Shot.

I am gonna need something
to trigger the vision.

Then let's just do that.

Where should we go
to trigger you?

(SIGHS)

-(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)
-(WHISTLING)

Okay, so, what now?

Now we enjoy
this awesome song.

Did that dancer just accept
a tip with her butt cheeks?

That's just...

I mean, how does she even
know how much he gave her?

Oh, she knows.

We should come up
with a game plan.

Anyone looking
for some company?

Yeah! That's what
I'm talking about.

White and tight.

Go make some
new friends, honey.

Pasty-ass ho.

You wanna go?

I will kick you right back
to the trailer park

where you used
to make out with your uncle.

You need to come to daddy.

No. No, she doesn't.

- Liv!
- How much for a lap dance?

-20?
- I'm a lawyer.

40?

Oh, hey,
I'm a lawyer.

Well, almost.

I'm a 3L at U-Dub. How much
law school debt are you in?

Lots.

(CLICKS TONGUE)
Not me.

Olivia. I like how your mouth
looks when you say that.

Olivia.

All right. Yeah,
we're done here.

(CLEARS THROAT)

This is how you
trigger a vision?

Yeah. No matter what
brain I'm on,

I just sit on some strange
knuckle-nut's lap and "Poof," vision!

(SIGHS)

Look, you want a stripper
vision triggered?

We're gonna have
to break a few eggs.

Follow me.

Uh...

-(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)
- No, no, no.

It's a lap dance.

Low mileage.

No knee to groin contact.

I'm your best friend.

Yeah. That's why
this is awkward.

So, with some other
girl it would be fine?

(SIGHS)

Wait. Do you not
find me attractive?

What do you want
me to say?

I want you to appreciate
how freakin' hot I am.

- Okay.
- Why do have to make it all emotional?

I have a body, all right?

Can't you just think
of me as a sexual object?

Fine. Whatever.

You want to back up
that booty, back it up.

Let's see what you got.

Oh, I'll show you
what I got.

Oh, bring it.

You know it's still
20 bucks, right?

(SIGHS)

Ooh. Sorry.

Uh, I didn't know
you were home.

I was looking
for my nail clippers.

Be honest, man.

When I leave the house, you like to try
on my clothes just to feel close to me.

Sometimes.

When did you
get a safe?

I should get one, shouldn't I?
Seems very adult and...

(CLOSET CLOSES)

Uh, is it fireproof?

It's just a safe.

Ooh, do you have room
in there for my green card

-and my pristine...
- I don't. It's...

Full...
It's lots of stuff.

All right, then.
That's that.

(SIGHS)

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

Clive?

Seriously?

They found Nick's ankle monitor
in some tourist's backpack.

Uh-huh.

Do I need to get,

"I'll tell you if I have a
vision," tattooed on my forehead?

Yes, Clive.

All right. Okay. Bye.

I heard.

Rumor is Mr. Boss has a go-to guy
for removing ankle monitors.

You're so smart.

You must be amazing
at your job.

Liv, can we go find
the bar, please?

Another text
from Blaine.

He missed a meeting we had this
morning to go over his testimony.

Now he keeps leaving me
these bizarre messages.

I'll have to go see him.

I'll go with you.

I want to ask him
about Drake. Ah!

Did that bitch just flick me in
the face with her pony tail?

- I think it was an accident.
- It is on!

I am gonna smack the wet n
wild right off her face!

Does it help for me to mention
this isn't really you?

Hey! You in the stall!

You're gonna flick me
in the grill

with your cheap-ass

wannabe-Ariana-Grande
clip-on

and then just hide
in the bathroom?

Hey!

CASSIDY: Nick!

Open the door, Nick!

Nick's not here.

You need to get out of here!

Now!

(GASPS)

Did you just...

(SOFTLY)
I saw the stash house.

It had, like,
a reinforced steel door

and a mailbox
labeled "Thompson.“

Did you get an address?

It's just...

Thompson? It's...

Kind of a needle
in a haystack.

Sorry there's legwork.

(DOOR RATTLES)

(SOBS) Look, my friend was just
killed and I'm really upset,

Okay?

Oh. Hey.

I'm so sorry.

I'm Liv.

This is Peyton.

She's a district attorney, and I'm the
medical examiner from the Seattle PD.

We're looking into
Cassidy's death.

Look...

I know everyone
thinks it's Nick,

but Cassidy had this
regular customer,

and they got into
a massive fight last night.

I mean, it was so bad the
bouncers had to kick him out.

And the only reason let him
back in tonight

is 'cause he's, like,
famous or something.

He's here? Now?

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)

There he is there.

Got it.

LIV: Johnny Frost.

Oh, crap.

(GASPS)

Oh. ls that the weatherman
from the news?

Cassidy was my ATF.

All Time Favorite.

But you fought with Cassidy
the night she was killed.

Okay, yeah,

because I'd just discovered she bilked
me out of tens of thousands of dollars

through identity theft.

She was pretending
to be you?

She had my credit card
more than I did.

(SOFTLY)
My secret card.

The one I use
for expenses

I didn't want the wife
to know about,

strip club tabs,

porn site memberships,
trips to Bangkok.

Anything that makes me happy.

And then I get
a bill for $45,000.

And lots of the charges
screamed stripper.

Tattooed eyeliner,
laser hair removal...

Chantilly lace plunge teddy
with a mesh Y-back.

You know, we haven't been properly
introduced, I'm Johnny...

(GRUNTS)

Look, I was upset because
Cassidy was stealing,

but, we had a special bond.

Truly.

I'm not sure I'll ever
get over losing her.

I'm free now,
Mr. Frost.

Ready to hit
the champagne room?

You'll have to excuse me.
Destiny is calling.

Coming, Destiny.

Can we go now?

I feel like I want
to take a bunch of showers.

We could
stop by Blaine's.

Make that water
really earn its keep.

(DOOR OPENING)

Hi.

We need to talk
to Blaine.

Mind letting him
know we're here?

He's not around.

Sorry.

When will he be back?

It's hard to say.

(SCOFFS) Because the words
are too big or because...

- You know what...
- We have company!

So much for
staying on the D.L.

Can I interest you ladies
in a cup of decaf java?

Organic, fair trade,
shade-grown,

barely discernible
carbon footprint.

There's going to be
a discernible carbon footprint

on your ass if you
don't cut the crap.

- Excuse me?
- Have you seen Drake lately?

- Drake?
- No. Not for a few days.

Do you know where he is?

I genuinely don't know.

Is there anything else
I can help you two with?

You could not torpedo
our case against Mr. Boss,

stop blowing off
our meetings.

We need to discuss
your testimony.

I'm sorry. We had
a meeting scheduled?

Really?

(SIGHS)

(OVER VOICE MAIL)
Hi, this is Blaine. DeBeers.

You're on my calendar today.

Not sure what that's about.

Okay, bye-

- I have four of those.
- Right.

Right. I'm so sorry
for the inconvenience.

Why are you acting
so weird?

- What, are you high?
- Probably?

Your immunity
does not come free.

Pull yourself together,

next time I call to reschedule,
make yourself available.

And when you see Drake,
tell him I'm looking for him.

Mmm.

Ugh! Milk's gone bad.

Did it?
I just bought it yesterday.

The world's
an imperfect place. (GROANS)

Major, look at this.

Doesn't that look like Minor?

It just looks like every other
basset hound in the world.

Right, but the markings.

Look at the timeline.

Colin Andrews went missing
on November 13th.

That's the day
you brought Minor home.

Do you remember the exact day
I brought him home?

Same day Peyton showed up
on our doorstep, so, yeah.

- Ah.
- This is unbelievable.

Maybe you should
call the police.

It's possible you saw the Chaos
Killer and you don't know it.

Ravi, that's not even Minor.

Colin Andrews's dog Penny was
found on a bus on January 14th.

Isn't that right around the time
you took Minor back to his owner?

How did he wind up
on a bus?

(CHUCKLES)

I think, you're losing it,
my friend.

That's not Minor.

I gotta work.

Uh, Major...

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC STOPS)

Gonna lose a hand turning off
a girl's music like that.

Detective Vega. Vice.

I need a moment
of your time.

What can I do
for you, Detective?

We know you've been
dating Drake Holloway.

We're trying to locate him.

We had drinks a couple
nights ago at The Snake Eye.

I haven't heard
from him since.

You sure about that?

Yes.

Let me know
if he contacts you.

What was that about?

Nothing. Don't worry about it.

You know, I'm having
trouble locating Nick.

I could use some help
sussing out the other woman

if you're not
otherwise occupied.

Hey, ladies.

Cops are here.

They've got a couple of
questions about Cassidy.

Is everyone decent?

Hate for them
to see us naked.

Yeah, they're good.
Come on in.

Sorry for the
interruption, ladies.

We're looking for Nick Costas

in connection with
Cassidy's murder.

We have information indicating
he was romantically-involved

with someone
other than Cassidy.

We were hoping one of you
might know who it is.

You should ask Destiny.

She's always sniffing around
Mr. Boss' guys.

You'd wrap your legs around
anything with money, Sapphire.

I saw you trying to get
with a parking meter.

DESTINY: Trinity.

You hooked up with
“The Stick" back in the day.

A one-timer. I date
CEOs, not gangsters.

The night Cassidy bit it,

she came back from her break

screaming about how
she just caught Nick

banging some other chick, and that
she was gonna send his ass to jail.

Did anyone else
see Nick here that night?

We all did.
He was completely wasted.

He was practically passed out on
the rails when I was on stage.

Look, we know
where Nick is.

We've got squad cars

heading over
to pick him up as we speak.

But if anyone knows
who the other woman is...

I saw Helvetica grinding him
in the storage room once.

You did not.

Maybe I'm wrong.

But, you do bring
a lot of guys in there.

Did you just
call me a whore?

What are you gonna
do about it?

HELVETICA:
What am I gonna do about it?

Why don't you say it again
to my face?

SAPPHIRE: I'm gonna rip
that bead out of your hair.

HELVETICA:
Say it again, I dare you.

CLIVE: The blonde
in the back?

After I said the cops were
on the way to pick up Nick,

she started
texting on the sly.

We should wait until she gets off work.
Follow her.

Should we sit at the tip rail
or do you want to grab a table?

I meant wait in the car.

Uh, Xiaojie!

Xiaojie!

Xiaojie!

(SPEAKING MAN DARIN)

CASSIDY: Go sit on a screw!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(GASPS)

- The shoe shine guy.
- What about him?

He witnessed the murder.

(SPEAKING MAN DARIN)

He saw Cassidy get hit

but he didn't see
who was inside the car.

He feels bad for
not going to the police.

He's in the country illegally.

What kind of car was it?

(SPEAKING MAN DARIN)

(SPEAKING MAN DARIN)

He said a blue hatchback.

The manager's already getting me a
list of the employees and customers,

the ones who used credit cards
the night Cassidy was murdered.

I'll run the names at the DMV

and see if anyone
has a blue hatchback.

(GROANS)

Dr. Chakrabarti.

How's it hanging?

Oh, it's hanging fine.
Thank you.

Uh, I was just dropping off
a death certificate.

Listen, um...

I have a strange question.

I'm a real dog person,

and I was wondering whatever
happened to that basset hound

whose owner was taken
by the Chaos Killer.

I guess they
found him on a bus.

Did anyone adopt him?

The victim's brother
took him in.

Ah, happy ending. Excellent.

Hey, before you go, can you
take a look at something?

Of course.

Recognize that guy?

No. Should I?

I guess not.

- Mmm.
- Thanks for your time.

LIV: How do you not have
any food in your car?

Because you already ate

two granola bars
and my emergency almonds.

Can't I just go
peek in the window?

I mean, how do we know
Nick is even in there?

Oh, he's in there.

The car he murdered
Cassidy in is right there

on the other side
of that bush.

LIV: Holy crap.

I think I just
willed myself a pizza.

This way, pizza boy.

Mama wants
some pepperoni.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

$15.75.

Thirty minutes or less
my left nut.

Nick Costas,

you're under arrest for the
murder of Cassidy Malinowski.

You've got
the wrong guy, man.

I was passed out drunk
when Cassidy got killed.

I woke up in my own bed,
and my ankle tracker was gone.

We have an eyewitness who ID'd a blue
hatchback at the scene of the crime.

What do you think the chances
are forensics discovers

Cassidy's blood
on the side of that car?

Uh, slim?

(CAR ALARM BEEPS)

Well, you're still
under arrest

for violating probation

by tampering with the
court-mandated ankle monitor.

(SOBS INCONSOLABLY)

(BAWLING)
I'm just so afraid...

Of Nick?

Are you afraid of Nick?

(CONTINUES SOBBING)

Gran...

Who's Gran?
Does he work for Mr. Boss?

Finding out that...

(SOBBING INCONSOLABLY)

Finding out what, Lorelei?

That, that, I'm...

That I'm an...

An accomplice?

An accessory?

Exotic...

(STAMMERING)

Are you frickin' kidding me?

...dancer. (BAWLS)

ls this chick crying

because her granny's
finding out she's a stripper?

You're being questioned
in a murder case

because you're a suspect.

-(BAWLING)
- Oh, my God.

(SCOFFS) It's like a frickin'
Adele concert in here.

More information.
Less tears and snot.

Lorelei, we need
to know what happened

the night Cassidy was killed.

Were you with Nick
when he left the club?

(SOBBING INCONSOLABLY)

That was like
interrogating a puddle.

She'll calm down eventually
and want a deal.

(RINGING)

Babineaux.

(SCOFFS)
Are you sure about that?

Okay. Thanks. Bye.

What was that?

That list of names
Iran through the DMV...

One of the Voulez Vous patrons has
a blue 1972 Chevelle Fastback

registered under his name.

And you'll never
guess who it is.

Well, don't just tell me. I want to
stand here waiting like a jackass.

Our friend Johnny Frost.

Okay, that did
deserve a buildup.

Ravi! Guess who is back.

What the hell
is happening here?

Blaine is having some issue
with his memory.

DON E: It's a little
more than an issue.

He can't remember anything.

Who he is.
Who we are.

Does he remember
that he's a dick?

I can smack him in the head
a couple hundred times.

See if that shakes
something loose.

Do you know me?

Unfortunately, yeah.

Oh, wait. What's
the last brain he ate?

Last what? Brain?

This guy, Dave.

Did Dave have
Alzheimer's, dementia?

(CHUCKLES) No.

The Dave he ate
crossed the finish line

on a cross-country
bicycle ride for charity,

and then got hit
by a drunk driver.

It's unlikely his loss of memory
has been caused by a brain.

Blaine is human again.

Again?

He must've
taken the cure.

The cure for what?

The cure for being
an undead psychopath.

Now you're
just a psychopath.

You might have to change
your business cards.

Wait, how was I not human?

Look, I thought you were
taking me to a doctor.

I need to see a real doctor.
This is a morgue.

Liv...

I'm not kidding.

I'm about to help him to
a fistful of, "Cut the crap“

if this doesn't stop.

Look.

I don't think he's faking.

I've highlighted all of the
charges that aren't mine.

I mean, does this
sound like me?

$100 for
eyelash extensions,

640 at a store called
Pump Me, Pumps,

six grand for a Vespa...

Vespa, huh?

$200 at Home Run Modeling.

No. Wait, that might be mine.

We're interested
in your blue Chevelle.

It matches
the description of the car

used in Cassidy's murder.

I don't own a Chevelle, but,

$11,000 of my hard-earned
credit line was spent on one.

I have a photocopy of the license the
thief used when he bought the car.

I hired my ex-wife's Pl
when all this went down.

You hired your ex-wife's Pl?

The guy's a pro.

Total lack of ethics.

He broke into
my doctor's office

and took pictures
of my medical records.

That how the ex
proved I gave her...

Ah! Ah, here it is.

-(SIGHS)
-Hey! I know this guy!

I'm pretty sure
he worked for Mr. Boss.

You know his name?

No.

But I know
someone who will.

PEYTON: Pablo Balaban.

Nick's best friend.

Literally,
his partner in crime.

Anything else I should know
before I bring him in?

You haven't granted
him immunity, have you?

I understand why you're
mad, Clive, but I had...

Still have the opportunity
to take down Mr. Boss.

John Deaux had
a small-time drug bust.

That's all I knew.

No DA in America
doesn't make that deal.

But we told you who he was,
and you still let him go.

The deal was signed.
Notarized.

Make the Chaos Killer case.

Make the Meat Cute case.

I want to see him behind bars.

(SIGHS) I'm going to
go call the station.

Get the ball rolling on
tracking down Pablo Balaban.

So, my people have been
working around the clock

trying to track down the house
that has a Thompson mailbox

and a heavy duty
security screen door.

I have some options
for you to check out.

That's the one from my vision.
I'm sure of it.

This... This is big, Liv.

This is really big.

I've got an address for Pablo.
We should get going.

I can drop you
back at the station.

(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)

(GUNS COCKING)

(INDISTINCT
POLICE RADIO CHATTER)

Exit the vehicle
with your hands in the air.

All right. Cuff them.

(HANDCUFFS CLICK)

Damn.

Four numbers.

Used in a six digit code.

Fantastic.

(MUMBLES)

Okay.

- House number.
-(BEEPING)

Anniversary with Liv.

(SAFE ALARM BEEPING)

Door number.

College football number.

Anniversary with Liv.

Birth year.

House number.

College football number.

(SAFE ALARM BEEPING)

Pee-wee football number.

High school football number.

Anniversary with Liv.

(SAFE CLICKS OPEN)

“Fantalyne."

Horse sedative?

You got me
on identity theft.

That's all.

I got nothing to do with
what happened to Cassidy.

It was a two-person job.

Someone drove the car,
and someone hit Cassidy.

An eyewitness puts your car
at the scene of the crime.

I was in County General waiting to get
stitches when Cassidy was killed.

Bar fight.

I know I signed in and there was
a bunch of security cameras.

It's not going to be hard
to check out.

And where was your car?

As far as I know,
it was in the garage.

I'm not changing my story
because it's true.

I don't remember anything.

I got black-out drunk
and woke up the next day.

Happy to take a lie
detector test if you want.

Your boyfriend's
alibi checks out,

but you don't
seem to have one.

In fact, your shift ended
shortly before the murder.

Why the hell
do I need an alibi?

Why would I kill the girl?

Cassidy told
a room full of dancers

that she wanted
to send Nick to jail.

Now that's motive.

I heard Nick's ankle monitor
puts him at the scene.

Come on!

I didn't have
any beef with Cassidy.

Same can't be said
for Nick and Lorelei, can it?

We've got you
for identity theft,

taking the credit card info
from customers at Voulez Vous,

providing them to Pablo.

You're looking at 10 years.

Are you sure you're
telling us everything?

If I testified who I saw
getting into the car,

what could you do for me?

She said what?

Destiny said she saw
you and Nick

get inside
Pablo's blue hatchback

minutes before
Cassidy was killed.

You were worried about grandma
knowing you're a stripper.

How's granny gonna feel

when she finds out
you're a murderer?

Cassidy tells everyone she was
gonna send Nick to prison.

Nick's drunk,
so you're driving.

He sees Cassidy
walking along the road.

He decides he knows how to
make his problems go away.

We don't believe you're
the murdering type, Lorelei.

Just tell us what happened.
Nick did it, didn't he?

How do you think you're
gonna do in prison, honey?

Destiny is lying.

She didn't see me get
into the car with Nick.

He was passed out drunk.

I couldn't take him home
on my Vespa.

So Destiny helped me
get him into Pablo's car.

Destiny had me drive her home
because she was so pissed.

Cassidy is psychotic.

It's not just Nick that's going
to go down when she starts

blabbing to the cops,
you know.

It's Nick and Pablo.

My man's gotta
pay with his life

because Nick's sick of
screwing Cassidy?

LORELEI:
And then, we saw her...

Go sit on a screw!

There she is.
Pull up! Pull up!

What are you going to do?

Gonna scare her.
That's all.

-(TIRES SCREECHING)
- DESTINY: Gun it!

(CASSIDY SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)

(SCREAMING)

I had no idea Destiny
was going to hit her.

I swear.

Why should we believe you?

I know where
the tire iron is.

That'll have her fingerprints
all over it, won't it?

She threw it out
of the car window

while we were driving
down the highway.

It was by mileage marker 48,

I figured I might need
to remember that.

I'll request a search.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

Check it out, chief.

REPORTER: (ON TABLET)
More than 1.9 million dollars

of contraband was seized

in the raid of a compound

linked to reputed Seattle
crime lord, Stacey Boss.

We continue to put a dent
in Mr. Boss's criminal empire.

For anyone in
the Utopia trade...

It's a sign, man.

It's not like our fearless
leader is up to the task.

We'll never get
a chance like this again.

I want this, buddy.

Let those bitches
try and kill me now.

Welcome back, Destiny.

You wanna guess
whose fingerprints

we found on that tire iron?

She was gonna
send my man to jail.

Does Pablo know what you did?

LIV: There's loyalty
and there's being an idiot.

Sometimes it looks the same.

If you love someone
despite what they do,

you're lying to yourself.

You can't love someone
you don't really know.

But it can sure
as hell feel like you do.

I really need
to talk to Drake.

He's dead, honey.

(SOBS) I know he's dead.

What?

Mr. Boss killed him.
I know it!

I talk to my son
two or three times a day,

and I haven't heard
from him in four days.

Oh, please... Please
come in, won't you?

I'd love the company.

(SOBS)

I was just looking
through some pictures.

(sesame)

Oh, my beautiful boy.

Oh, here he is at his
first karate tournament.

Kicked everybody else's butt.

Well...

(SOBS)

And here he is at his
Junior Spring Formal.

-(SNIFFLES)
- Look at his hair.

Yeah.

-(SOBS)
- What's that from?

That's Drake,
the day he graduated

from the police academy.

I told him I didn't want him
working undercover.

It's too dangerous, I said.

I should warn you.

I haven't been able
to eat all day

and I'm just crossing over

from low blood sugar
to downright crabby.

Ravi...

It took me a remarkably long time
to understand what this was.

-(STAMMERS) You have to let me...
-"Tim Addis.

“Monday. Wednesday. Friday."

I can explain...

“Drives kids to school.
7:30 to 8:00.

“Evelyn Morris, housekeeper.

“Leaves at 4:30.
No alarm.“

- Ravi, please...
- You knew

Colin Andrews went
for a run with his dog

in Seward Park every evening.

Of course, we know
where that dog ended up.

Why did you do this?

Because I have
the right to know

if I'm living with a murderer!

I should know if my
friend is killing people!

I'm not killing people!

What?
They're not people?

They're zombies?

So, what's Liv to you?

Ravi, you don't understand!

You stalk them, Major.

You hunt them
and you drug them,

and I am terrified
to find out what you...

Stop!