iZombie (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 19 - Salivation Army - full transcript

LIV: Previously on iZombie...

Major is a zombie.

I'm a zombie, too.

Those 322 people
are suspected zombies.

- Kill them? -l'm a fan
of submarine movies.

Cut to the sailor
who receives that order

closing that hatch
on his comrades.

The man that closes that
hatch is a hero, isn't he?

If this doesn't work...

If the cure doesn't happen...

- It's going to.
- But if it doesn't...



I don't want to come back
as a zombie.

A private military contractor buying
cut my little energy drink business.

Your factories,
labs, all of it.

LIV: Drake's alive.

I just saw your zombies.

They're all alive!

It's cool you're letting
Ravi and me stay here.

I drove by my place,

my front yard is still occupied
by reporters and looky-loos.

I know you're still rolling on drummer
brain, but you need to switch to this.

Janko brain.

Vaughn sent Janko to kill me.

It's pretty clear he wants
both of us eliminated.

We need to stay alive
long enough to rescue Drake



and the rest of your kidnapped
zombies from Vaughn's basement.

Our best chance is you joining me
on this soldier-for-hire brain.

I know. Look, we need
to get 'em all out.

All right. I promised our district
attorney he'd see his kid again.

And there was this woman,

Natalie.

I promised her I'd be the first
thing she saw when she defrosted.

I can't believe that murdering little troll
is just going to get away with everything.

Well, let's hope karma
bites Mr. Boss in the arse.

What's up?

The Mayor officially shut down
the Mr. Boss task force,

what with my star witness,
Blaine, losing his memory.

And you know
that smug son of a bitch

is going to take this as a sign
that he can do whatever he wants.

Uh, Blaine or Mr. Boss?

Eggs?

Seriously, could anyone be
having a worse day than me?

Hey. It's me again.

I have a feeling you're not
listening to these messages,

but I'm really hoping we can
get together and talk, Dale.

I wish you could trust I had a
good reason to do what I did.

Please call me back.

I miss you.

Here it is, boys.

The Great Northern Railway's
premiere passenger train,

the Empire Builder.

When this baby's
whistle blows,

(WHISPERING) I might, too.

We've got some news, boss.

Did you find my boy Drake?

No, but we did find this.

Lucky U.

Got a bunch of it
flooding the streets.

I thought we closed that spigot
when we took care of Blaine.

Where did it come from?

Shaved-head punk is Don E.

Giant with the eye patch,
he's new.

- So, these two have taken over
Blaine's business? - Yeah.

I want them dead.

Extra bloody.

You sure?

- So soon...
- I won, Kenny.

Seattle threw in the towel.
I own this city.

So, let's take our
victory lap.

How are you feeling?

Like I let an entire
city full of people down.

I was contemplating
going door to door

handing out "sorry I suck
so bad" gift baskets...

Hey. You're being
too hard on yourself.

Mmm. I'm not.

Trust me.

I couldn't build a case against Mr.
Boss. That's on me.

You did your best.

This is kind of
a "results matter" situation,

and my best wasn't
good enough.

Maybe you're too good.
Of a person, in general.

I'm something of an expert on the
whole "nice guys finish last" thing.

- Mmm. - Personally, I've been
toying with the idea of, uh,

becoming a bad boy.

- Is that right?
- Yeah.

Start banging
my mates' girlfriends,

get into strip club fights,

tip a few cows.

I can't imagine you
doing any of that.

Well, you can't imagine
good Ravi cow tipping,

but bad Ravi?
(SCOFFS)

He'll knock a broad-arse bovine on
her side without a second thought.

I don't buy into the whole
"nice guys finish last“ thing.

What the hell?

“Can you believe the news?

"Tell me you have
stock options, too.

“see you at the company
party tomorrow.“

Who's that from?

Dr. Wyatt Tomlin. One of the
younger guys I train at Max Rager.

A party could be the perfect opportunity
to sneak into the basement.

Um... Company.

Oh. Hey.

- Hi.
-'Sup?

(PEYTON CLEARING THROAT)

- Okay, good night.
-(RAVI CLEARING THROAT)

I'm guessing we won't be needing
this inflatable mattress.

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

It would've been so sweet
if the DA's office

had been able
to nail Mr. Boss.

Life would be all like...
(STRUMMING HAPPILY)

Instead it's all
Ken Burns Civil War-y...

(STRUMMING SAD TUNE)

We have to start
watching our asses.

Where the ha-zell is
Blaine with my Thai food?

(DOOR OPENING)

The rice man cometh.

Go give him a hand, Chief.

Loony bastard probably can't remember
how to untie plastic to-go bags.

(GUNSHOT)

Oh, damn!

Don't kill me! Please!

You want money? I'll give
you whatever you want.

Can you spring all
of my buddies from jail?

The ones doing time, thanks to your old
boss and the District Attorney's office.

That's all on Blaine, man.

He started out trying
to mess with Mr. Boss.

After a while,
I think all he wanted

was to keep knocking
boots with that hot DA.

- It's love, man. It makes you dopey.
- Now Blaine's dead,

and somehow Lucky U
is back on the streets.

And I'm guessing

that he's not the brains behind
the operation. Which leaves...

Me?

I'm a glorified gopher.
I'm no one.

Blaine's still running things.

-(GROANING)
- Don't lie to me, boy.

I was there the night
Blaine met his maker.

Dude! He's still kicking.

- He's coming here, right now with Thai...
-(DOOR OPENING)

Go!

See?

See how valuable I am?

Your guy's never
going to catch him.

- I know Blaine...
- Shut up. You're both dead.

Okay! okay!

Just make it quick. One to the
head, barn, like Chief there.

No throat-slitting, gut shot nonsense.
I can't handle pain, man.

(CHUCKLING)

Are your fricking
hands shaking?

(CHUCKLING) Damn, son.

- My hand's not shaking! - Aw, man. Just
move close. It'll make it easier to aim.

What? Mr. Boss couldn't send a pro?
Am I your first?

(GROANING)

(GROANING)

I hope it hurts.

(DON E. GROANING)

Hand to God.
Blaine's really alive.

- He showed up at the funeral home.
- That's the truth, boss.

We slit his throat. How in
the hell could he be alive?

Maybe it was
a miracle or something?

A miracle?

The only miracle is that I'm not
asking Kenny to shoot you right now.

I want Blaine dead.

Dead, dead.

And when it's done,
cut his head off,

bring it to me in a hat box.

This is Seattle,

not Sleepy Hollow.

I'm still processing zombies,

and now you're
giving me secret labs?

Are all the zombies being
dangled over a shark tank?

It is a good deal to digest.

(SIGHING)

Hey. Dr. Wyatt finally
returned my text.

Clive...

I never got to thank you for everything
you did to get me out of jail.

- You saved me. - It had a bit more
to do with the future of the species.

Still.

Be like Private Ryan.

Earn this.

That's the plan.

So, it turns out the party at
Max Rager tonight is a lock-in,

down in their
underground parking lot.

Prison-themed.

Because of their new
Super Max drink.

A prison theme?

White people.

So, the party starts at 8:00
p.m., but by 10:00 p.m.,

the gates will be locked, and no
one will be allowed in or out.

That's a pretty tight window
to make something happen.

And by "make something
happen," you mean...

We're going to break
into Max Rager

and free Drake and the other
zombies in the basement.

The biggest hurdle is the elevator
doesn't go all the way down

without the handprint
of someone with authorization.

I have an idea.

So, what? You plan on
Weekend At Bernie 's-ing

a dead Janko through the
halls of Max Rager?

- Of course not.
- We'll just take his hand.

You're going to cut off a dead man's
hand and use it to open an elevator?

I think it's Janko's mercenary
brain that's making them think

this is a reasonable idea.

I guess it is kind of grisly.

I'm not hearing other ideas.

Maybe Dr. Wyatt?

- Who? - One of the doctors who
works in the basement lab.

Young guy. I train him.

He likes me and I've heard
him say some things

that make me think he might be
sympathetic to the zombie cause.

Maybe I can talk him
into letting us downstairs.

If everything goes right,
we could be in by the time

the party starts
and out before lock-down.

Even if this guy lets
you in the basement,

what do you do when
you find the zombies?

I mean, how you gonna
get out of the building?

We'll have 20 nearly invulnerable zombies.
We'll figure it out.

- No warrant.
- We don't plan on arresting anyone.

And if someone
gets in the way?

Then things will likely go
south for that someone.

They have Drake.

I can't help you with this.

I would never expect you to.

This is a zombie thing.

Are you sure this Dr. Wyatt is
even someone you can count on?

Well...

Vlad, look what I found in the back of
that metal cabinet in the storage room.

It's genuine Utopium, boy!

It's the real thing. First
stock options, now free drugs?

Who knew this evil underground
lair gig would have actual perks?

Wyatt, that's all the stuff they pulled
from the pockets of the party boat zombies.

- Yeah?
- Put it back.

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

Young scientists!

Vamoose! I need a moment
alone with my little girl.

(EXHALING DEEPLY)

The papers are all signed.

As of midnight tomorrow,
the company, all of it,

will belong to
Fillmore-Graves Enterprises.

And they are?

Uh, they're a private
military contractor.

Think Blackwater,
but less cuddly.

The company is selling for more
money than I could ever spend

over multiple lifetimes.

And now, with all these zombie
guinea pigs, finding a cure for you

will have my full attention.

Wow.

You're doing all this for me?

Yeah, I am.

Yet you couldn't hold an elevator
door open for three seconds.

You really need
to move past this, Rita.

Grudges are like
poison for the... The chi.

I promise you, one day,
years from now,

we're gonna be sipping
limoncello on the patio

of my new Lake Como estate,

watching your kids

run around, assuming you
can still have kids...

Whatever, maybe they'll
be adopted. Who cares?

Anyway, limoncello,

frolicking kids and...

We're gonna lock eyes

across a sundrenched patio

and we'll think,

“Remember (GIGGLING)

"that whole crazy
secret basement thing?

(CHUCKLING)

“Oh, how far we've come."

Any progress
On the guinea pigs?

I'm never going
to see my son again.

Hey.

You gotta try to calm down a
little bit, buddy, all right?

We're gonna find
a way out of this.

He thinks I killed myself.

He's never gonna get over it.

(DOOR OPENING)

(GROWLING)

What the hell?

(GROWLING)

That's the guy
they took yesterday.

What did they do to him?

Now, which one of you freaks wants to
try cure version number three, huh?

Eeny, meeny, miny...

Whoa!

Three's my lucky number.

Look at you.

The brave one.

Why don't you
put the cattle prod down?

We can have a brave-off.

Yeah, that's what I thought.

Get down on your knees.

- Door!
-(BUZZING)

Come on. Let's go.

(ZOMBIE GROWLING)

HEAD WAFER:
Listen up, cater waiters.

We're low on the bacon-wrapped
release steaks,

so push the
shank steak crostini

and the shish kebab.

LIV: No sign of your buddy, Dr.
Wyatt, and we're almost out of time.

MAJOR: I don't know
where he could be.

Let's take another lap.

WARDEN: (OVER P.A.) Attention.
Lock-down will begin in three minutes.

-(ALARM SOUNDING)
- MAJOR: What should we do?

LIV: We're inside now.
We see this through.

You know anyone else
who works in the lab?

MAJOR: Twelve o'clock,
plaid shirt, tats.

I'm pretty sure he's one of their
basement guys. I've seen him with Wyatt.

He's a total dick in the gym.

I doubt he'd help us.

We should've
taken the damn hand.

(DIAL TONE)

(RINGING)

LIV: Hey. You've reached Liv's phone.
Leave a message.

-(BEEPING)
-lt's after 10:00.

You were gonna call me
when you made it out.

Call me.

(SIGHING)

I'm sorry, Detective.

There is no circumstance under which
I can let you into this party...

Sir.

They've taken this prison theme
pretty far, haven't they?

You see, unlike you, I'm not
pretending to be law enforcement.

I need to speak with
Mr. Du Clark right now.

Not gonna happen.

Mr. Du Clark's taken every
precaution to make this a truly

Private party.

The gate is on
a timed release.

I couldn't open
it even if I wanted to.

Hey, man. We need to get in.
Our set's about to start.

Uh, right, Mr. Thomas.

You are very much

on the list.

(EXHALING DEEPLY)

- Thanks, man.
- Yeah.

I'm with the band.

Look, man,

you cannot tell Mr. Du Clark
that I let you in.

I'm begging you.

Say it was Rob Thomas.

You cannot believe the crap
that guy gets away with.

(CLATTERING)

Hello?

With everything that's going on, I
have no business feeling this happy,

yet, here I am, feeling...

Nauseous.

All this food
and nothing to eat.

$0, guess who's
coming to dinner.

RAVI: It's insane
to let him stay here.

PEYTON: He showed up here
afraid for his life.

Mr. Boss sent
hit men to Shady Plots.

RAVI: You're making
my case for me.

PEYTON: Think about what it means
if something happens to Blaine.

We still don't know who
his brain clients are.

He dies, they don't get fed.

It's just one night.
I'm working on a safe house.

Can we at least lock
him in the hall closet?

Blaine?

(SIGHING)

"Peyton, went to find
some food.

"Text me once you've reached a verdict
on whether or not I can stay.“

-(SIGHING) -l'm sure he'll
be back in a minute.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

- Major?
- Uh, Art History.

Which is why I'm doing this.

MAJOR: There's Wyatt.

Ten o'clock.

LIV: He's on the move.

At first, it was just
a collection of thoughts,

then I realized,
this is a book...

Ah, cocktails!

Perfect timing.

Cellblock Mango,

or Convicted Melon?

Which would you prefer, Viv?

...vian.

I only drink liquor
that comes out of a barrel.

The way God intended.

Double-fisted it is, then.

So tell me about all the cool stuff
your mercenaries will be doing

when you pump 'em
full of Super Max.

They gonna be dodging bullets

Keanu Reeves-style, huh?

You know, the thing about
private military contractors

is that they love gabbing with
strangers about what they do.

So, I've noticed you have a lot of
undercover security here tonight.

- Do I? - Your fake prison
guards are packing real heat.

Those side arms aren't props.

- Do your parties tend to
get that out of hand? - No.

They never get out of hand.

Always safe, never sorry.

That's my mantra.

Why isn't he texting me back?

Well, maybe his battery died.

Let's give it another 20 minutes
and I'll go out looking for him.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

See? It's gonna be fine.

(PEYTON GROANING)

KENNY: You know how many of my
buddies you've put away, lady?

I'd just as soon kill you,

so you need to keep it down.

(PEYTON SOBBING)

If you know
where to find Blaine,

you should tell him
Kenny has his piece of ass.

I can see why Blaine would
want to keep nailing you.

The second the police
become involved, she's dead.

If we hear a siren,

if we hear chatter
on the police band,

if one of our many sources in
the SPD gives us a heads up,

-she's done.
-(PEYTON GROANING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

Who's ready to have
their world rocked?

(CROWD CHEERING)

I cannot tell you how
much I love this man, okay?

His music is ripped

from the headlines of my soul.

And if his song Real World is
not on your cardio playlist,

- I don't want to know you.
-(CROWD CHEERING)

Ladies and gentlemen,

the one, the only

Rob Thomas!

(CROWD CHEERING)

♪ Don't you wanna
go for a ride?

♪ Just keep your hands inside

♪ And make
the most out of life

♪ Now, don't you
take it for granted

♪ 'Cause life is like
a mean machine

♪ It made a mess outta me

♪ It left me caught between

♪ Like an angry dream
I was stranded

LIV: There's Wyatt.

Two o'clock. Stairwell.

♪ And I'm steady,
but I'm starting to shake

♪ And I don't know
how much more I can take

♪ This is it now

♪ Everybody get down

♪ This is all I can take

♪ This is how a heart breaks

♪ You take a hit now

♪ You feel it break down

♪ Make you stay wide awake

♪ This is how a heart breaks I

Okay. Some party favors.

For my padres
from other madres.

- Cheers.
- For you.

- For you.
- This is such a bad idea.

(SNORTING)

Ah, yeah.

That's happening.

(EXHALING DEEPLY) It's good.

Excellent

Yes.

Let's see what all the
fuss is about, shall we?

♪ Live to the Max ♪

ALL: Super Max!

VLAD: Super Max.

(GRUNTING)

What do you think?
Up or down?

You didn't tell me the dude from Matchbox
Twenty would be here. I might've come.

I can't believe
you're here now.

You were supposed to be out by now.
I was worried.

We saw Dr. Wyatt
head to the stairwell,

but we're not sure
which direction he went.

Let's start downstairs.

(DOOR OPENING)

Ah, Detective Babineaux...
And Daft Punk.

See, normally, this would be a great
surprise, but I really hate party crashers.

If you're not invited,
just don't come.

It's simple manners, really.

Take 'em down.
Throw 'em in one of the cells.

We'll use them for parts.

All right. Turn around.

-(SNARLING)
-(SCREAMING)

MAJOR: Downstairs! Come on!

(GROWLING)

LIV: Come on!

(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)

♪ Oh yeah

♪ This is how a... ♪

(CROWD SCREAMING)

What the hell?

-(SLOW some PLAYING)
-(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(CROWD SCREAMING)

MAN: Help us! You've gotta
open the gate. Open the gate!

(ZOMBIES SNARLING)

Just like the ones
at the boat party.

-(CROWD SCREAMING)
-(GUNSHOTS)

Take this.

I'll walk you
through how to use it.

Let's rock and roll.

Sorry, that's all
the firepower I've got.

(SIGHING) There's always
"ln case of fire" power.

Okay. If we run into more of those
red-eyed things, we'll be ready.

You need to aim for the head, all right.
That's the only way to kill them.

You should also probably know that
they're not interested in the two of us.

The only brains they want
are human ones.

Shall we see if that elevator
takes us out of here?

-(GUNSHOTS)
-(WOMAN SCREAMING)

Those people up there...

Let's go see if they
need some help.

Looks like the party's over.

Everyone's dead.

Or undead.

Watch your backs.

BLAINE: Come on, dude.
Wake up.

(GROANING)

Hey. What the hell happened?

Where's our district attorney
friend?

(GRUNTING)

They took Peyton,

and pistol whipped me.

Mr. Boss' guys?

They just want you.

They figured you'll go
looking for Peyton.

And why would Mr. Boss think I'd
endanger myself to save her?

Because, as I understand it,

you were, uh,

involved with her.

How deeply?

A merciful God
spared me the details.

Damn, mate.

As wickets go,
this one is hella sticky.

(GROANING)

What to do?

Uh, poor Rob Thomas.

LIV: This is how
a skull breaks.

Hey.

I think I found our
ticket to the basement.

(SIGHING)

Heads up.

A massive zombie outbreak means
never having to say you're sorry.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

- Survivors.
-(GUNSHOTS)

Move! Move! Move!

(GROWLING)

Clive! Get in here!
They're coming after you!

(ZOMBIE GROWLING)

(GROWLING)

Major! Come on!

(STRAINING)

This is why I self-park.

How many more rounds
of ammo do we have left?

Not enough.

Any Signal?

Poor guy.

They must be trying to wipe
out your whole operation.

There's more blood, over here.

Looks like it leads out.

RAVI: Good lord.

You seem a bit familiar
with how things work.

What have you got for me?

We've been over this.

You're not coming.

l am.

Sorry. If I go out, it's going
to be in a blaze of glory,

not by friendly fire.

So you know,

I'm squad leader on my Call of Duty
World League Challenge Division team.

I know what I'm doing.

One.

What's that?

Don E. said it belonged
to the Chaos Killer.

Not sure what they are.

We should roll.

These windows aren't
long for this world.

Not the most efficient
use of our bullets.

We've been breached.

There's no way
to close this up.

Look, more are gonna
find this way in.

I've got six rounds left.

I've got three,
but only two for them.

No way I'm getting
eaten alive.

There's another option.

I could scratch you.

You wanna turn me
into one of them?

Not one of them.

One of us.

BLAINE: They're here.

I can't believe they're holding Peyton
right here at Mr. Boss headquarters.

They want me to find them.

Make sure the lights stay off.

-I'm opening the door.
-We're going in? Now?

I'm scouting around back to see if
there's a better plan of attack.

You won't go in without me,
right?

I'm considering using you
as a human shield.

Head in the game, boys.

We're expecting company.

What the hell, man?

You moved her?

- Freed up her feet?
- She said her legs were going numb.

(PEYTON GRUNTING)

Another 10 minutes, she would've
put this through your temple.

Come on, Blaine.

Oh, no.

Did you hear that?

(GUNSHOT)

(GUNSHOTS)

(EXHALING RAPIDLY)

-(GUNSHOT)
-(THUDDING)

KENNY: All right, Chinatown.

I got your girlfriend here,

and I'm walking out.

(GUNSHOT)

BLAINE: (WHISPERING)
It's okay, it's okay.

(PEYTON SOBBING)

(GROWLING)

(ZOMBIES SNARLING)

Clive! That was my last round.

We don't have enough time or
ammunition to argue about this.

I need to scratch you.

I appreciate the offer, but I think
I'll stick with my original plan.

(AUTOMATIC GUNFIRE)

WOMAN: Get some!

Come on!

Get some!

Who the hell is that?

Uh...

Thank you.

Vivian Stoll,
Fillmore-Graves Enterprises.

Clive Babineaux, Seattle PD.

This is Liv Moore from
the Medical Examiner's office.

You're gonna be a busy girl.

Major Lilywhite.

Personal trainer.

Guess those reports about Max Rager
causing manic episodes were true.

Looks that way.

We were out of ammo. You got
here in the nick of time.

I'm the new owner here.

I'm starting
to think I overpaid.

- We should go. - We think there
may be more survivors down below.

We're gonna check it out.

Right.

Okay. Well, good luck.

I'm gonna head up to the gate
and call for reinforcements.

Take these.

What about you?

I'll be fine.

You think you need both those?

(ELEVATOR DINGS)

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

Here goes nothing.

(BEEPING)

FEMALE VOICE: Thank you,
Jeffrey Grunderson.

Live to the Max.

Yeah, thanks, Jeffrey.

Okay, zombie cells
are behind those doors.

I'll try to get
some lights on.

(BEEPING)

- Holy mother of...
-(SNARLING)

What the hell are these?

They're Romeros.

This is what we'd become
if we didn't get any brains.

Once you're this far gone,
there's no coming back.

RITA: Hey, roomie.

Well, if it isn't the poster
child for poetic justice.

Did someone have
a lab accident?

I'm gonna guess,

based on that dismembered hand in your
belt, that you weren't invited down here.

Bet I know what
you're looking for.

Who you're looking for.

Where are they?

Hey, baby.

I can access the control panel
to get you to your zombies.

They're right through
that door.

-(BEEPING)
-(STRAINING)

It's locked.

(SIGHING) Come on, guys.

(WHINING)

We're all on
the same side here.

We all hate my dad.

We all want
to survive the night.

We've all seen Major naked.

- I haven't seen...
- Do it, Major.

She makes one false move, I'll
put a bullet in her brain.

(CLAPPING) That's the spirit!

Just punch in 867-5309.

What can I say?

Dad loves the '80s.

(BEEPING)

(SIGHING)

Nothing up my sleeves.

Come here.
Open those doors.

Sheesh. I mean,

I've had bad break-ups before,
but really, Major?

Go.

(BEEPING)

- CLIVE: It's clear.
- Move.

I'm guessing
no funny business?

Go.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Welcome to the after-party,
folks!

Major? Can you hear me?

DU CLARK:
Are we having fun yet?

(SIGHING) Save your breath.
It's solid steel.

Looks like it's
just you and me.

And them.

Oh, my God.

Drake?

I recognize some
Chaos Killer victims.

There's Tim Addis.
Floyd Baracus.

(ZOMBIES SNARLING)

Oh, damn.

(GROWLING)

(SOFTLY) Drake.

Drake. It's me. Liv.

You remember me, don't you?

Try to remember.

Liv, we need to get these
others out of here.

We can still save them.
It's why we're here.

Just give me a minute, okay?

Oh, Major. It's such a shame
you're not seeing what I'm seeing.

'Cause it's a whole Lifetime
movie playing out

in the next room.

Seems your gal

had a zombie on the side.

Good night, sweet zombie.

Cue the strings.

Yeah, I'm bored.

Seems to me the key
demo here is men

30 to 48.

And our demo loves action,
don't we?

- Vaughn, please don't.
- Action it is.

-(WHIRRING)
-(BEEPING)

-(CLIVE GRUNTS)
-(GUNSHOT)

(GROWLING)

(SNARLING)

(STRAINING)

(GUNSHOT)

Dead.

Oh, man!
She shot him!

Okay? Shot him dead!

Well, more dead.

A couple more deaths,

we're gonna be able to change this
Lifetime movie into a Greek tragedy.

Hey. Wonder what
this button does.

-(BEEPING)
-(WHIRRING)

(EXHALING DEEPLY)

Liv, you smell that?

It's some kind of gas.
We need to get out of here.

You go.

The stairs are back there
somewhere.

CLIVE: Liv.

Let the brain take over. You're a soldier.
You've been trained for this.

Uh-oh, honey.

All our guinea pigs
are escaping,

and with them,
your chances for a cure.

Did you ever care about me?

Do you hear yourself?

(YELLING)
Do you hear yourself?

Making this moment about you!

'Cause I'm the one who stands to
lose a billion dollars tonight!

Not to mention my reputation!

One hundred dead employees,

one dead Rob Thomas.

I mean, this just looks bad.

You think Twitter's
gonna be kind'?

- Vaughn, let us out!
- And you...

You made a lot of bad
life choices, Major!

You could've been
on my Gulfstream.

Party stops
to Rio, Berlin, Ibiza...

I bet you'd have made
a hell of a wingman.

Nothing wrong with
my sloppy seconds.

But no soup for you,
my friend.

Whatever's happening up there,

you're to blame!

(BEEPS)

Dinner is served!

- Go get 'em, guys!
-(GROWLING)

(GROWLING)

What's the dealio?

Will no one rid me

of this meddlesome
Jason Priestly-type?

Hey! Hey, dummies!

There's your first course.

Hot cross brains.
Right there!

(GROWLING)

Oh...

Snap.

Yeah, I'm arguing
with a dead guy.

Et tu, Major?

Okay. This seems hardly worth my time.
Tell you what.

(VENT EMITTING GAS)

That gas should
de-animate you.

Work in about
a minute or so.

I'll come in after
you're out for the count,

take that ax and put
everybody out of his misery.

Sound like a plan?

-(GUNSHOT)
-(GROANING)

-(GRUNTING)
-(YELLING)

-(COUGHING)
-(GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(BEEPING)

- FEMALE VOICE: Unauthorized access.
- Come on. Come on!

Come on!

- Ah!
- FEMALE VOICE: Unauthorized access.

(STRAINING)

Here's Major!

Okay, I can see you're upset.

(GROANING)

I would not go out there. There
are zombies and poison gas. Ooh.

(EXHALING DEEPLY) And they're
gonna be in here any second.

- Ah!
-(CREAKING)

-(GROWLING)
- Hey!

Help me! Help me, my friend.

I know you're a fan
of submarine movies,

-so I'm sure you'll understand.
- No,no,no,no!

No! Ah!

MAJOR: Good luck.

No!

(YELLING) No!

Major! Major!

- Help me!
-(ZOMBIES GROWLING)

Help me!

Ahhh!

-(SCREAMING)
-(ZOMBIES SNARLING)

Use the clicker.

Lock the door behind me.
We'll be right back.

What do you think
we're gonna find down there?

No idea.

- Got any ammo?
- Uh-uh.

Here.

(ELEVATOR DOOR DINGING)

-(GROWLING)
-(GUNSHOTS)

I'm so sorry about Drake.

(EXHALING DEEPLY)

I killed him.

He was already gone, Liv.
That wasn't him.

Are there any other survivors?

They're in Vaughn's office.

I have to call this in.

Even though I have no idea how any
of this is gonna get explained away.

Super Max. It created a
violent chain reaction.

Armed guards lost their heads and
began firing on rampaging employees.

You really think
that's gonna fly?

You think "zombie outbreak“
has a better chance?

Her name is Natalie. She has dark hair.
She's about 5'6“.

She's pretty.
About 30 years old.

I recognize you.

I just hired you to train me.

You were in the elevator
the day I got kidnapped.

WOMAN: You're that guy.

MAN: I remember him, too.

Yeah, I saw Natalie.

Where was she?

This tattooed guard
led her away.

They never brought her back.

No, every ambulance you have.

However many can be sent, that's
how many you need to get here.

Hurry.

Those zombies in there can't
be seen by normal doctors.

They have almost no pulse.

Doctors will figure out there's
something wrong with them.

You. Identify yourself.

Seattle PD.

Who the hell are you?

We're the people here
to kick ass and take names.

- Any more survivors?
- There's a whole bunch in here.

- Load 'em up.
- Wait a minute.

You see this badge?

I take my orders
from Vivian Stoll.

- Where's your boss now?
- She's securing the parking garage.

Hold down the fort.

I'll be safe down there.

- Hurry back.
- I think I'll take the stairs.

MAN:
♪ I'm not crazy

♪ I'm just a little unwell

♪ I know right now
you can't tell

♪ But stay a while
and maybe then you'll see

♪ A different side of me

Hungry?

Come on out here.

You ready for the new
world order, Olivia Moore?

Ready to do your part
for your kind'?

I don't know what...

Someday soon, Seattle's gonna be the
capital of the zombie homeland,

and a lot of people aren't
gonna wanna see that happen.

So are you with us

or against us?

♪ A different side of me ♪