iZombie (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 18 - Dead Beat - full transcript

LIV:
Previously on iZombie...

Must have taken the cure.

Blaine is having
some issue with his memory.

You can't remember anything.

322 people
are suspected zombies.

- You want me to kill them?
- Yes.

You've got
the wrong man for the job.

We do know of one zombie...

Liv Moore.

Got you over a barrel,
big guy.

You're the Chaos Killer.



No one's dead. They're frozen.

I thought that if I could make Max
Rager think that I was killing them,

you would come up with a cure, and it
would be a big happy ending for everyone.

- Who's that look like?
- Major.

He's the Chaos Killer.

Stop! Turn around.

(PANTING)

I'm here, Ravi.

You were late so I let myself
in with the hide-a-key.

I did the living room, but I can't
tackle the kitchen or the closets

until you get back
from the store.

How bad is traffic?

Okay you better hurry, because this
type A brain won't last forever.

No, this is all wrong, I need
to break it down by genre.



- Bye.
-(CLICKS CALL OFF)

(KNOCK AT THE DOOR)

FBI, I have a warrant
to search this property.

- Wait...
- Please step aside.

Wha... What?

What are you doing here?

What is going on, Clive?

Last night, Agent Bozzio arrested
Major for the Chaos Killer murders.

Major? That's insane!

You're going to have
to stay out of the way, Liv.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Serial number 23391.

Call the company
and get the override code.

Moses, check it out.

Body bags.

Fantalyne?

- Where?
- Second bedroom. Sock drawer.

(SIGHS) Put it with the rest.

And I present to you,
the smoking gun.

OFFICER: Found it
in the safe, upstairs.

Clive, seriously, there is no
way that Major is a murderer.

They found
this in Major's safe.

It's a list of names including all
of the Chaos Killer's victims.

All of those names
have been crossed out.

I don't... Why would he...

Liv, one of the names...

Drake Holloway.

RAVI: Liv?

Liv, what's going on?

Ravi Chakrabarti, you are
under arrest for possession...

- What! -...of a
controlled substance

-and accessory to murder.
- No, that's crazy! Ravi!

You have the right
to remain silent...

Ravi!

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

DALE: So,
shall we start with this?

- Sorry, start what?
- Questioning.

You know how this works.
You work for the police.

The people I work with usually
don't speak much, I'm not...

Ravi. Why was
that in your drawer?

I have no idea.

We found these
under Major's bed.

Do you recognize the brand?

Yes. Medical Plastic four,
industry standard...

The same type used in
the medical examiner's office?

Yes, it's
the industry standard...

How do the same body
bags you use at the morgue

end up under
Mr. Lilywhite's bed?

I have no idea.

Let's talk
about the dog, Ravi.

Major comes home
with a dog one day, right?

A dog you later learned
belonged to one of the victims.

I..-

There was a dog, yeah.

Uh, but it was
returned to its owner.

- I think. I mean, I wasn't
there, I have no... - No idea?

You asked me about the dog.

You wanted assurance it was
in a good home, didn't you?

Ravi, you haven't
been charged yet,

but if you don't
help us out here,

you're going to find yourself
being charged as an accessory.

Understood.

So, let's start again.

DALE: You were telling us
about the dog.

The bodies. Where are they?

Brooding expressions
don't show up on tape.

Use your words.

You think
I killed these people?

Why would I?

You think I'm some
sort of kill-the-rich nut-job?

I don't know. Are you?

No.

So you've got
no bodies and no motive.

So, what motive would
you have for taking out

that guy, for instance?

(EXHALES)

So it's just a coincidence that Liv
Moore's boyfriend is one of the victims?

Police officer Drake Holloway?

Remember what I said about brooding
expressions vis-a-vis the tape?

Yeah, I didn't know...

This must be hard for Liv...

That you
murdered her boyfriend?

Probably.

I... (CLEARS THROAT)
I told you, I, I...

You, shut your mouth.

You, shut your mouths,
and leave me with my client.

Think about what
we discussed, Mr. Lilywhite.

Don't think about it.
Exit quietly, please.

Okay, wait...

Our mutual friend, Vaughn Du Clark
has an interest in your case.

Brandt Stone.
You can call me Mr. Stone,

or Washington State Defense
Lawyer of the Year Brandt Stone,

or don't call me
anything at all, since...

It'll mostly be me talking.

The case is Oscar the
Grouch's dream house.

It's a pile of garbage, okay?

Serial murder case
with no bodies? Ha.

So, best case scenario,

I call my good friend
Federal Judge Danny Hersh,

the ol' Hershey bar, he throws
this case into the Puget Sound.

Worst case?

Depends.

Did you do it?

Nah, I'm kidding.
Worst case, you go to trial,

you walk,
'cause there's no bodies.

Either way, you walk.
So, sit tight.

Relax. And most importantly...

Shut your mouth.

It's good to see you.

It's great to see you.
I...

I thought you might not...

Drake Holloway
was my boyfriend.

I'm not supposed
to talk about...

ls he alive?

I didn't do this.

All right, I swear.

I'm sure Drake is fine.
I just...

You should talk to Ravi.

Look, just tell me
that you believe me.

I want to.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Just, you know...

Hungry.

I do know.

You're out!

Ravi needs a place to stay while
the media occupies his front yard.

(SIGHS) Yeah, of course.

I just can't believe anyone
would think Major did this.

Well...

Ravi?

Major just told me
he's not the Chaos Killer.

He implied
you'd vouch for him.

He is the Chaos Killer, Liv.

He confessed to me.

You recognize this man, Major?

No.

He's Tim Addis.
One of your first victims.

His kids say you trained him

the day before
he went missing.

Tell us where
we can find the bodies.

Give the victim's
families some closure.

He can't tell you that.

My boy has no idea.
And you have 30 hours

to either
charge him or let him go.

Guard!

Now if you don't mind, I need
to get back to my office

and rub ointment
on my Shiba lnu's ass,

'cause some breeder sold
me $1000 dog with mange.

So, if you're looking for
a real crime to go after...

Take my client back to jail.

This conversations is not
getting anybody anywhere.

(SIGHS EXASPERATEDLY)

My boss called this morning.

Reminded me that we've got a serial murder
case with no bodies and no witnesses.

Juries today, they've seen
every episode of CSI.

They expect fibers,
DNA, spectre... Whatever.

Major's face has
been everywhere.

Maybe a witness will
come forward.

I hear the tip line
has been filling up.

The tip line crazies?

Oh, God...

So, these victims
aren't even dead?

Major didn't kill them?

And he did
all this to protect Liv?

Yeah.

So Drake is still alive?

Frozen and,
as discussed, a zombie,

but yes...

If even one of those victims came
walking back into civilization,

the FBl's already circumstantial
case would fall apart.

And with Stone
defending Major...

- Who?
- Brandt Stone.

Great lawyer, total sleaze.
Hits on me constantly.

But yes, if a victim appeared,

he would have the case
thrown out immediately.

Good. 'Cause we need
to get Major out of jail.

If he doesn't
get brains soon...

He'll go full Romero in a locked
building full of walking food.

Do you know
where the bodies are?

He never told me.

Okay. Here's what
we're going to do.

Ravi, you visit Major,
find out where the bodies are.

I'll try and get us
some brains.

Okay.

Let's stop
this zombie apocalypse.

Brains. Brains.
The magical food.

The more you eat,
the less you brood.

You just may be saving
humanity here, Blaine.

And I'm human, for the moment.

So maybe
it's just self-interest.

How does primo
yoga instructor brain sound?

DON E.: What the hell, Blaine?

Our friend from the morgue has been
cut off from her brain supply.

She needs a loaner
to tide her over.

Something about
the apocalypse?

Hmm. You know
the so-called Chaos Killer...

Yeah!

They caught the zombie
killing son-of-a-bitch!

Yeah, well.
He's a zombie himself,

and if he doesn't
get out of jail soon,

he's going to get his brains
the old fashioned zombie way.

24 hours later,

you'll be the savvy businessmen
selling sand in the Sahara.

Oh, God.

Okay. I get it.

You can have all you need.

Great. Thank you.

Just sign up for the brain plan.
25 grand a month.

We now take Bitcoin.

I can bring you a brain
in return in a couple days.

It's not brain friends,
Liv, it's brain business.

You did hear the part about
the apocalypse, didn't you?

Sure did.

That's what's called leverage.

I'd think preventing
the end of the world is worth

25 grand.

I don't have that.

Come back when you do.

So... Hello.

How's jail? (SNICKERS)

Well, the food's not
quite to my taste.

Right. Um...

Liv's looking into that.

(SIGHS) Thank you.

So, the reason for my visit...

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

Um...

I... (CLEARS THROAT) ...actually
wanted to ask you about, a um...

video game thing.

Video game?

I'm playing that
zombie game we play?

And I'm stuck.

Um, and I have to get
to the, uh, frozen zone...

Where everything's frozen...

What game is this?

Zombie... Town?

Oh. Yeah. Yeah.

Zombie Town.

Yeah. I need to find
the frozen zombies

to beat the level, but I don't
know how to get there.

Right. Right.

Um, the frozen zone.

Okay, what you have to do,

is go to the edge

of water...

World.

Edge of water world?

Yeah. On 15th.

Level. 15th level.

You might want
to jot this down.

RAVI: This has to be it.

Only storage
facility on the water.

Shed 15.

LIV: Yes. This is it.

Okay, we just
need to find Drake,

get him thawed out,

and come up with a story so
he can reappear to the police.

No...

Where are all the bodies?

They appear to be gone.

I... I don't understand.

They should be here.

Someone found them.

Who even knew to look?

Max Rager.

Vaughn hired
Major to kill them.

Major said they were
always keeping tabs on him.

They must've found out Major was
keeping the Chaos Killer victims here

and taken them
back to, well...

Finish them off.

Like they always intended.

Drake...

I'm so sorry, Liv.

Major isn't the only
hungry zombie, Ravi.

I'm barely
keeping it together.

Let's focus on goals...

How 'bout we see if we can
sneak a brain from the morgue?

I think I may just drive
around for a bit.

I just...

I just need some alone time.

I understand.

I'll, I'll leave you to it.

(EXHALES)

MAN: All right. Come on, Ed.

(GRUNTING)

MAX: C'mon, you got it,
Ed! One more.

-(PANTING)
-(CROWD CHEERING)

100! Yeah!

Okay.

What was your
previous best, Ed?

Six!

(LAUGHING)

And that's...

What one can
of SuperMax can do for you!

VIVIAN: Though watching Ed crank
out 100 pushups was a hoot,

I can assure you
we've done our own testing.

I've got another can here.

Want to see me rip a Seattle
phone book in half?

You've won the case, counselor.
Get out of the courtroom.

You know what, I, I'm sorry
I dropped out of law school.

But I assume
that euphemism means...

We'll buy it.

The company, your factory,
labs, all of it.

And the SuperMax
formula, of course.

(SNICKERS)

Sorry!

This is great.

A private military contractor buying
my little energy drink business.

Hoo! So, um, now...

What can we expect?

A new generation of SuperMax
fueled super-soldiers,

making the world's hotspots
safe for capitalism, hmm?

Don't worry your
pretty head about it.

I'll sign over the billion
dollar check as soon as I'm sure

that the product isn't getting blamed
for a certain serial killer's actions.

I don't want your dirty laundry
becoming my dirty laundry.

Always with figurative
language, this one.

Yeah, just give me
one second.

(VIVIAN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)

Phew, what a beast.

So, how's Brandt doing
with Major's case?

Arraignment's tomorrow.

He says he can get
the charges dropped or,

worst case, bail by then.

You know, I think this has gone
on long enough, don't you?

When Major's out,

have him and Liv Moore
put down, okay?

- Thought you'd never ask.
-(SNICKERS)

Excuse me. Sir?

Oh, hi.

I just...

I know I'm on suspension,

but I still have,
um, files to update.

You're Dr. Chakrabarti.

I'm sorry, you're not
allowed to be in here.

Right.

Sorry, I misunderstood.

Okay, good luck to you.

Oh, Doctor, while you're here.

Someone called
for you while you were out.

Oh. Okay.

Yes, thank you.

Hey, Chakrabarti...

What's the deal with the rats?

According to my research,
the real culprit is the NSA.

Yeah. They use the cell phone
network to control minds,

so, maybe Major Lilywhite
is the killer,

but I can prove
he's merely a patsy

in a conspiracy to create
the perfect assassin.

Okay, Duane.

Thanks for coming in.

I'll look into it.

(SOFTLY ) Okay, great.

I was never here.

- Tip line oddballs, huh?
-(SIGHS)

I have no choice.

I need to chase
every possible lead

if I'm going
to make this case stick.

Message for you, Detective.

Some guy in county jail.
Says it's important.

- Who is he?
- Don't know.

Said he saw the Meat Cute
guy on T.V. and wants to talk.

So, you saw
Mr. Lilywhite on T.V.

and decided
to reach out, because...

Because you were the only one that
didn't buy that hero-cop theory.

And you wanted
to say good job?

I wanted to help.

See, I'm the guy who sold
the guy the guns he used.

You sold guns
to Major Lilywhite?

Yeah.

And let me guess, you want a deal
in exchange for your testimony.

Yeah.

We never told the press what weapons were
used, so how about you enlighten me.

Let's see...

Smith and Wesson 44.

Grizzly 12 gauge...

I even sold
the guy a hand grenade.

About that deal...

Mrs. Dillon. I'm Agent Bozzio.

What do you have to tell me?

Oh, it's not me,
it's my daughter, Kayla.

See, we live in Olympic Hills.

Tim Addis was
our next door neighbor.

Tim Addis. Victim number two.

Yes. It's so terrible.

See, I'd noticed Kayla was acting a
bit off for the past few months,

out at all hours,
doing poorly in school,

not the Kayla I know.

So we finally talked about it,

and well...

Kayla, tell Agent Bozzio.

Well, like, the night
Mr. Addis disappeared?

I was in my bedroom,
and I kind of looked out,

and I saw, like, this man,

and he was putting a body
in the trunk of his car.

It was that guy that they've
been showing on the news.

Kayla, why are you only bringing
this to our attention now?

God! Because I was
freaked out and scared, okay?

I mean, like,
what if he tried to kill me?

I couldn't study.

I didn't want
to come home, like, ever.

Okay.

Kayla, I want you to tell me
everything about that night.

Everything you saw.

Good, you got my message.

Luckily I stopped by the morgue.
We came as soon as we could.

You've looked better.

Rough couple of days.

They're having
a party downstairs,

so if we stay quiet,
I don't think they'll notice.

Come on.

Look, I felt bad I couldn't
help you out before, so...

This is a brain.

I don't know who it came from,

but it seems like it's an
any brain a storm situation.

Blaine, I...

- Thank you.
- Hey. I know what's at stake here.

Who needs a zombie
apocalypse, right?

Right.

(MUNCHING)
(GARBLED) Definitely.

Ew. Just save some for Major,

his bail hearing's
this afternoon.

REPORTER: We've just learned that, on
the strength of new witness evidence,

Major Lilywhite has been charged
with the Chaos killings,

and has been released on bail,

paid, it seems,
by his employer.

(CLICKS)

(CLICKS TRIGGER)

(PRESS CLAMORING)

LIV: Okay, almost there.

Ravi's waiting
for us in the car,

and there's a nice
shake with your name on it.

LIV: (SIGHS) Okay.

- Just down the steps, another 100 feet...
-(CAMERAS CLICKING)

...and we're home free.

Sure. Thank you, Liv.

(CLAMORING CONTINUES)

Almost there. Almost there...

- Oh, excuse us, we...
- Major Lilywhite, you're under arrest...

Clive, what're you...

You're under arrest
for the Meat Cute murders.

You have
the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used
against you in the court of law.

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you cannot
afford an attorney,

one will be
provided for you...

REPORTER: Are you involved
in the Meat Cute murders?

Detective, I don't
even know where to begin.

The constitution, maybe?

Arresting my client again
after he's just been charged?

That is textbook
cruel and unusual.

I mean, look at him.
Look at my client.

He looks like a...
(SIGHS)

...day-old dog dump.
No offense.

Bryce Buellton.
Name ring a bell?

Inmate at King County.

Claims he sold you some items.

A Grizzly 12 gauge.
Smith and Wesson 44.

A hand grenade.

All of which match
shells and slugs found at

-the Meat Cute massacre site.
- Okay, slow down a second,

I'm just getting up
to speed here, just slow down.

Which is interesting,
because I also had them test

some urine found
in the Meat Cute freezer,

and guess what?

It matched your DNA.

You're saying my client shot up a
butcher shop and peed in the freezer?

You used to do social work,
isn't that right, Major?

- Working with troubled kids?
- Don't answer that.

Yeah.

And several of your kids wound
up dead, isn't that right?

There was a kid
in the Meat Cute freezer,

his brain missing.

He was one of yours...

Missing brain? What?

That's come up a lot. Brains.

Missing brains.
Brains in people's freezers.

Here's my theory.

There's some kind
of weird brain cult out there,

they killed some of your kids,
you went after them.

Okay, can we just get
Jules Verne in here?

Because I'm only licensed to practice
law in this dimension, all right?

What the hell is he talking about?
Don't answer that.

I want you to think about
your next move, Major.

This case is different.

We've got bodies.
We've got DNA.

We've got witnesses.

I think we've got you.

So just, think about it.

Bis day. huh?

Understatement of the year.

So why're you burning
the midnight oil?

We're going to get
him one way or another.

(PLAYFULLY) Or is this some bid to get
me alone in the bullpen at night?

- Which I'm fine with, I might add.
-(CHUCKLES)

So Kayla Dillon said she saw
Major putting Tim Addis' body

into a car from
her bedroom window.

We took this angle yesterday.

But this...

ls a screen grab
from a news report last year,

when Tim Addis
was first reported missing.

That is Kayla's window.

They only pruned away these
branches a few months ago.

I don't think Kayla
could've seen what she saw.

Best guess?

The girl is making it all up as an
excuse for her own bad behavior.

Defense would have a field day
with this if they knew about it.

Oh, hence, burning
the midnight oil.

I feel it, Clive.

I know you know the feeling.

He's the guy-

Judge gave you two
months to connect the dots.

You'll get him.

Or you will.

Your case seems
pretty damn solid.

Wonder twin powers.

(IMITATING EXPLOSION NOISES)

(DRUM BEATS)

LIV: Okay, so,
one mystery solved.

Apparently, this brain
belonged to a drummer.

Just as well, because
I have pretty much nothing

but nervous energy these days.

(DRUM BEATING)

Liv. You have company.

Clive?

Could we have a moment alone?

Yeah, sure.

What's up?

I'm here as a courtesy, Liv.

Because we're friends, and things
are about to get complicated.

More complicated
than they are now?

My case
against Major is solid.

We have his DNA at the scene,

we have the witness
who sold him the guns,

we have plausible motive.

You are his only alibi.

You haven't been deposed yet,
but when this gets going,

you are going
to get hammered hard.

It's going to be rough.

So what I came
here to say is this,

think it over.

Then think it over again.

If there's
anything you left out,

anything else you want to say,

now's the time to come clean.

Clive, I told you,
he was with me.

I'm not here to discuss it.

I just wanted to advise
you to think about it.

As a friend.

Goodnight, Liv.

(DOOR BUZZING)

Oh, Major...

Hey-.

So Clive came to see me,

and he pretty much said that he
doesn't think my alibi will hold up.

Liv, look at me.

You need to get me the cure.

Soon.

Very soon.

Major, I mean about the case,

and getting you
something decent to eat.

It's too late
for that, Liv. All right?

It's taking everything
I have to stay myself,

and if I'm not myself
in here, it'll be bad.

Major, no.

No. We can't.

It wipes away your memory,
everything...

You have
to make a choice, Liv,

'cause we're going to lose
me one way or the other,

and we both know
one way is a lot worse.

Please, Liv.

No. No.
I'll think of something.

We're going to work it out.
You're going to be fine.

I don't agree, Liv.

I'll figure something out.
You're going to be fine.

(WHIRRING)

(WHIRRING)

And this is, what exactly?

Chocolate-covered
brain nougat.

We have to get Major
brains by tomorrow morning,

or we're in serious trouble.

Like, all of us, in the world.

I'm aware.

Have you considered
maybe he's right?

Maybe the cure
is our only shot.

No. No, the Major we know
would be gone. No.

There.

A perfectly
innocent fitness bar.

All we have to do is get
Brandt to give it to Major,

and we've
bought ourselves time.

What do you mean, "we"?
(CHUCKLES)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

A little bird around the courthouse
said you wanted to see me?

I did.

I wanted to ask a favor.

Your client,
Major Lilywhite, is a friend.

Fitness trainer.
He's on a strict diet regimen,

and jail has not been easy on
him, as you may have noticed.

Yeah, he does seem
a little less than 100%.

Around 3%.

I'm afraid he might keel
over before I get him off.

Amino acid imbalance.

I was hoping
you could get him this.

Before anyone gets anyone off.

- Amino acids, huh?
- Mmm-hmm.

Yeah, I'll consider it.

If you'll agree to have
a drink with me later.

(WEIRD ACCENT)
Quid Pro Quo, Bernice.

Silence of the Lambs.

I think it's Clarice, but...

Okay, Quid Pro Quo.

I choose the venue.
Two drink minimum.

Yeah.

Pleasure doing
business with you, Counselor.

And remember,
two drinks minimum,

I'm a stickler
for the fine print.

(SIGHS)

CLIVE: Okay.
So, let's get started.

What I want to review is...

Uh, before we start, Detective, do you
mind if I give my client something?

He's a fitness guy
on a regimented diet,

and he's gone days without
his essential amino acids.

Yeah, sure, go ahead.

He's clearly lacking
some vitamin or other.

Here you go.

Your friend Peyton said
this is the kind you like.

Ah. Atta boy.

(LAUGHS) Kid clearly needs
his essential amino acids.

Eat it up.

What's wrong?

Isn't that the kind you like?

My friend gave you this?

Yeah. I mean,
not that exact one.

My Shiba lnu ate
the one she gave me.

But I got you the same kind.

You know, I didn't remember if she gave
me Choco-nilla nut or Choco-nilla,

so I went with just Choco-nilla,
in case of nut allergies.

Last thing I need's a lawsuit,
am I right? (CHUCKLES)

You mean Major didn't
get the bar I made?

(SIGHS)

No, you did all you can.
Thanks, Peyton.

No. There's no more time.

Okay. Bye.

Hey.

Liv. I wasn't really
expecting company.

You said I should
think things over.

I did.

I'm ready to come clean.

Come in.

(EXHALES)

Okay.

Major is responsible for the
Chaos Killer disappearances

and the Meat Cute killings.

Okay.

- And were you witness to...
- Let me finish.

This is a whole thing.

Major...

ls a zombie.

- Metaphorically?
- Literally.

(summons)

A zombie? Like, Dawn of
the Dead, eating people?

Brains, specifically.

If zombies can feed
regularly on human brains,

they can stay
more or less functional.

I've been feeding
Major from the morgue.

If they don't get brains, then,
yes, it's Dawn of the Dead,

28 Days Later, World War Z.
Take your pick.

Those runaway kids who were
going missing last year?

They were victims of a network
selling brains to zombies.

It was headquartered
out of Meat Cute.

The massacre?

That was Major
taking them down.

Forgive me, Liv,

but are you on something?

- I know the stress...
- Clive, I'm a zombie, too.

I got scratched at the Lake
Washington boat party massacre.

And I turned.

Like Major.

I keep myself
from turning all the way

with brains from the morgue.

That's where
my visions come from,

I feel our victim's
personalities,

I experience their memories.

And I'm telling you this now, because
Major has been locked up without brains,

and he's going to turn.

And if he turns, he'll infect
everyone in that jail,

it will spread out of control.

You need to let him out.

If you don't,
by some time tomorrow,

we could be looking at the
beginning of the end of the world.

I'm sorry, Liv, but...

I don't believe you.

I mean, I can't.

I mean...

You want me...

Liv...

Liv, Liv, what are you doing?

(GROANS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Do you believe me now?

(DOOR RATTLES)

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Major Lilywhite
was released last night.

I know.

It seems somehow Brandt Stone
got wind of the problems

with Kayla Dillon's
witness testimony.

Called the judge
in the middle of the night,

got the whole
case dropped.

I'm having
a hard time figuring out

who else but you
could have tipped him off.

They didn't just drop
the Chaos Killer charges.

They dropped your case, too.

Something about
a tainted witness,

and signs of the DNA evidence
having been tampered with.

I guess
I just have to know, Clive.

What the hell are you doing?

Dale, I...

It's hard to explain...

You've got to know you just
blew up both of our cases.

Your career...

You can kiss any hope you had of
getting into the FBI goodbye.

Just, why?

New evidence
came to light.

You know the feeling.

He's not the guy. I just...

Know it.

That's the best
I'm going to get?

You're throwing
everything away,

your case, your career. Me.

Just because?

That's all you have?

I don't understand.

And it looks like
I probably never will.

Goodbye, Clive.

(DOOR OPENS)

Hello, body.

Hello, beakers.

- Hello, bone saw!
-(PHONE BUZZES)

Hello, Ravi.

Yes, I am here,

and who knew I'd ever be this
excited to be back in a morgue?

Yes, the rats
are in fine shape,

the aneurism hook
is looking sharp,

the sutures are fresh...

I don't mean to be funny, but
this drummer whose brain I ate...

Good, yes, wonderful,

but listen,
I'm in line for coffee,

you want me
to bring you anything? Tea?

There's an undefined
pastry item?

Bagel?

There's onion,
poppy, blueberry...

(GLASS SHATTERING)
(LINE CUTS OFF)

Liv?

Liv?

Sorry, man. I'm collecting this
one for Wollochet Funeral Home.

The girl signed for it inside.

Of course. Oh...

Thanks, bro.

Since you
so rudely failed to answer,

I was forced to purchase
all the bagel varieties.

(GRUNTING)

EpiPen, EpiPen, EpiPen.

Liv. Come on.
Wake up. Come on.

Liv... (PANTING)

What happened?
Who was that? Can you speak?

No!

(SHOUTS)

(GROANING)

(RAVI STRAINING)

(PULLS TRIGGER)

(SHUDDERING)

What?

Where's Janko?

(RATTLED) We were fighting
for the tranquilizer gun,

and we rolled around
and it went off, and...

He had it set for a massive
overdose. I didn't know,

I didn't mean to, you know...

Murder him.

You didn't murder anyone.

I put him in the drawer.

I figured I'd wait
until you woke up

before I called
Clive to take me away.

It was self-defense.

You saved both of our lives.

(SHAKILY)
Maybe we don't report it.

And we, uh...

We, we smuggle the body out,
and dump it in the bay.

Is that what you do? Dump it in
the bay by the cover of darkness?

Wait. No...

Right.

(EXHALES) I'll just
turn myself in.

I mean, no.

We keep him.

He's valuable.

He knows what's going on
in the basement at Max Rager.

He knows
what happened to Drake.

We need him.

Well, not all of him.

(WHIRRING)

The sesame one was mine.

(DRUMMING)

Billy Don't Be a Hero?

C'mon.
50 Ways to Leave Your Lover.

I'm loving this brain.

I'm going to stay
on this forever.

Okay, uh,
all right, how about this?

(POUNDING ROCK AND ROLL DRUM)

MAN: Help!

Let us out!

Oh, I'd say they've
thawed right out, Janko.

Downright lively.
Wouldn't you say?

Let us out!

(GASPING)

He's alive!

Drake's alive.

I just saw your zombies.

They're all alive!