iZombie (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 3 - Real Dead Housewife of Seattle - full transcript
Liv eats the brains of a trophy wife who was pushed to her death from her home's balcony by a hired hit man; Liv and Ravi discover Peyton is back in Seattle.
LIV: Previously on iZombie...
- What are you?
- There are zombies in the world, Peyton.
And I'm one of them.
Once Super Max hits shelves,
you'll be untouchable.
Assuming we're not
mid-zombie apocalypse.
Our surveillance has paid off.
- Hey, roomie.
- We've solved the zombie problem.
- And how's that? - We've located the
instrument of their destruction.
MAJOR: So I showed up to train a new
client today, and he was a zombie.
I knew.
My hair stood on end.
Those 322 people
are suspected zombies.
- You want me to kill them?
- Yes.
MAJOR: You've got
the wrong man for the job.
We do know of one zombie,
Liv Moore.
I've got you over a barrel,
big guy.
Utopium.
We need to get more of this.
- Major? It's me.
- MAJOR: Kinda busy.
(SNIFFING)
Remember at the Botox party, how she
was going around behind my back,
telling everyone
I was a bitch?
So I called her on it.
Today at lunch. Ha! She flat-out denied it.
Can you believe it?
WOMAN: (ON PHONE) Oh, my God!
What did you do?
(SIGHS) I threw my drink
in her face and I walked out.
(LAUGHS)
I mean, I love that woman, but
she is just too much drama.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
Hold on, sweetie.
Hi. I'm Alex Towne,
with Montlake Realty.
Are you the owner?
Because I have a client who is
looking for a home just like this.
I'm sorry, Mr. Towne, my husband
and I aren't looking to sell.
That's too bad.
For the right property,
my client is willing to make an
all-cash offer of $10 million.
May I see the view?
Spectacular, isn't it?
And private.
Which is rare, even in
this neighbor...
(MUFFLED GROAN)
(STRAINING)
(MUFFLED SCREAM)
(CRASHING)
WOMAN:
Taylor, honey? Hello?
Did he say 10 million?
(THEME SONG PLAYING)
She must have taken
quite a fall.
The other implant burst
on impact.
German. Top of the line.
(SPEAKING GERMAN)
DOA's name is Taylor Fowler,
age 38.
Wife number two
of Terrence Fowler.
He started the warehouse liquor
chain Booze of the World.
Taylor married well.
And died hard.
The fall fractured her C3 and C4 cervical
vertebrae, resulting in spinal shock.
Pretty amazing the guy she took
down with her is still alive.
Technically. He's in a coma.
The hospital's not optimistic
he'll ever come out of it.
What?
Carpal tunnel. Sorry.
I also learned our coma guy's
name is not Alex Towne, realtor,
despite the business card
we found in his front pocket.
He's Joe Fricano, a small-time
mope with a history of larceny.
Hmm. A thief posing as a realtor.
Seems like a lateral move.
Unless he was trying to case
a house from the inside.
We found a printout
of Taylor's Facebook page
with a profile photo
in Joe's pocket.
He wrote her Pilates
schedule on it.
I think we're looking
at a murder-for-hire.
All we have to do is figure
out who did the hiring.
If only contract killers
filed W-4s.
It's the spouse.
We know that's
your default theory.
I'm trying to bring
him in for an interview,
but Terrence Fowler
is a very busy man
with a very fancy lawyer.
While he tries to find
a mutually agreeable time,
I've got the real Alex Towne
coming in later.
Want to see
if that sparks anything?
Sure.
Hey, later-later, like Friday,
I was thinking we could all grab a drink
after work, maybe get a bite to eat?
I mean, if you guys are free.
It's just been a while
since we got together.
Friday's tricky, yeah.
I've been seeing Stephanie. You
know, the girl I met at the club.
Been seeing a lot of her,
actually.
She's trying to get Friday night off work
so she can fix me a home-cooked meal.
Turns out, right, she's got this
whole Martha Stewart side to her.
Which, combined
with her raw honesty
and lack of intellectual
pretense
is giving me a sense
of emotional intimacy
I've not felt
in a long time, you know?
Can't. Busy.
God, I thought
he'd never shut up.
Moving on to your more
immediate dining plans...
I've never had a
lady-who-lunches for lunch.
(WHIRRING)
She looks as tasty
as she was tasteful.
(METAL CLANGING)
Shouldn't you be working on something
other than your pectoralis majors, Major?
You just missed
my lower body circuit.
You know what? I think of you
every time I squat.
Oh, you mean the list.
Don't worry, I'm on it.
I crossed another name
off this morning.
- Not a zombie?
- Not a zombie.
Just a normal human being.
I'm allowed to not
kill those, right?
You're cute.
But Vaughn Du Clark
expects results.
Does a patient man
invent an energy drink?
I'd be happy to let him take over
the zombie eradication detail.
Just say the word.
Let me tell you a story.
When we first came up with
the "Suspected Zombie“ list,
Vaughn's idea was to
send them all letters,
zombies and non-zombies alike,
informing them they'd won an
all-expense-paid Hawaiian cruise.
And then scuttle the ship
in the middle of the Pacific.
Your work,
distasteful as you find it,
saves lives.
Move too slow, he'll
happily revisit plan B.
To think that some criminal
would use my card
and my reputation as a specialist
in luxury properties...
He probably picked it up at
one of your open houses.
Well, I host four or five
of them each weekend.
I'm happy to help. But I doubt I'll
be able to remember one looky-loo.
Liv, anything you want to ask?
Yes.
Your bag. ls it a Stella?
- Timeless, isn't it?
- I can't even...
I wasn't sure if it would be
appropriate for a police interview.
It's perfect.
It's businesslike,
but with an informality
that says,
“l am not a suspect.“
(CLEARS THROAT)
Here's our killer.
He's the one who used your card.
You recognize him?
Actually, I do.
He came to my showing of a
Mercer Island contemporary.
Oh, 4,000 square feet.
Chef's kitchen.
Great flow.
I found him poking around in a
night stand in the master bedroom
and I asked him to leave.
Any idea
what was he looking for?
A souvenir, I assumed.
The owner is one of Seattle's
most eligible bachelors.
Vaughn Du Clark.
Max Rager CEO,
Vaughn Du Clark?
Mmm-hmm.
He's Seattle's
most eligible bachelor?
You need to rethink
your ranking.
Just hearing his name makes me
need a full body detox wrap
and an ear canal flush.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
(PANTING)
Once more around the park,
James? No?
(GROANS)
(DOG WHIMPERING)
(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
MAN: (SCREAMING)
Let me out, please!
I won't press charges!
Just take me to an ATM!
(SOBBING) I'll give you as
much as you want! Please!
Don't hurt me.
Don't hurt my dog.
I never saw your face.
(KNOCKING)
I never saw your face! I can't
identify you, I promise.
Let me out!
-(VOLUME INCREASES)
-(BARKS)
(GUN FIRING)
(GRUNTS)
I'm confused. ls this the Seattle
morgue or a Milan catwalk?
You like?
It's my roommate's.
I literally had nothing
to wear
until she gave me a free pass
to raid her closet.
I thought this was
a good look for work
because I wear this dress
like someone's paying me to.
Oh, as do I with this.
Ready to go hang
Vaughn Du Clark's ass
from the highest tree?
When rich wives get killed,
it's either about money or sex.
Vaughn has no motive.
That we know of, yet.
Don't forget he offed a reporter who
dug too deep into Max Rager business.
- We couldn't prove that.
- Prove-schmove.
Arranging a murder
is well within his skill set.
You know it. I know it.
- I know it.
-lt's known.
The spouse is still
our number one suspect.
Terrence agreed to come
in later for an interview.
It turns out he sits on the
Max Rager board, so maybe...
Are you kidding with this?
The Max Rager board.
Hello? That's our Taylor-Vaughn connection.
Vaughn's our guy.
What I was going to say is,
maybe Vaughn can tell us something
that'll incriminate Terrence.
You ever think
about a pocket square,
a little splash of color?
Every time I get dressed.
VAUGHN: Of course
I knew Taylor.
Terrence brought her to board
functions from time to time.
(LAUGHS) The woman was a
real hoot, let me tell ya.
Always keeping waiters on their
toes, always getting her way.
You know what would be great? If
I could get a sparkling water
with a little lime,
s'il vous plait.
Thank you.
What were Taylor and Terrence
like at these functions?
Entitled, vain.
They fit right in.
As a couple, were they combative?
Affectionate?
How much affection do you ever really see
for couples who are married so long?
There's a reason I'm not
getting hitched, Detective.
Because you can't legally
marry your own reflection?
Burn.
Your real estate agent caught
the man who killed Taylor
going through your drawers
at your open house.
Seems weird, doesn't it?
Yes, it does.
Totally weird.
CLIVE: What's your relationship
with Terrence like?
How would you describe him
as a board member?
Rich.
Wanting to be richer.
I can work with that.
Your three o'clock's here.
Oh, no, no, no. Not yet.
- Not yet.
-(TAYLOR MOANING)
Not yet.
Nut yet!
(GASPS)
Ms. Moore?
Are you still with us?
My eyes. They burn.
- Do you know what she's talking about?
- Occasionally.
I'm talking about your dirty
little tantric secret.
So, how many times
did you have sex with Taylor?
Is that your attempt
to trip me up? Huh?
Zero, Ms. Moore. Zero.
We were not lovers, and
at the risk of sounding like a
cliche, I prefer younger women.
Blonder women.
Are you just gonna let him
talk to me like that?
Like what?
I am not your little whore!
Okay.
I suppose we're done.
I'm really starting to believe
that you don't like me, Ms. Moore.
Major?
Oh, you two
know each other?
Hey, Liv.
New nails?
Now you're talking to me?
Because I'm kinda busy.
Sound familiar?
And, yes, they're new.
The color is called "Sorry, Beyonce“
and I might be in love with it.
Like you care.
As long as I've got you,
I had a few more questions
about the Meat Cute incident.
Oh, did you get re-assigned
to the Solved Crime Squad?
Clive, can you just
give us a moment?
Liv, I don't think
this is the time...
Listen to me, mister.
It's one thing to blow rne off
when I drop by without calling
and you're upstairs in your
room doing God knows what.
But how can you be here,
working for him?
I've got to make a living, you know. I
was training a guy who worked here.
He gave me some positive word-of-mouth,
so a bunch more started coming to me.
- I go where the work is. -"I
was just following orders.“
That's what Nazis say.
- You're being a little ridiculous.
- I'm what?
Oh! (LAUGHS) Wow.
You, too, pal? She's a pistol.
I'm so sorry, Major.
It's not me. It's the brain.
Major. Let's go to work.
Take me to church!
One of us needed to slap him.
What happened back
in Vaughn's office?
I assume you had one
of your psychic visions
that told you Vaughn
was sleeping with Taylor?
LIV: Yeah. The kind I
would like to erase.
The man has sex with an ankh
necklace on.
- On a leather cord.
-(CELL PHONE CHIMES)
(SIGHS) Damn it.
Terrence's lawyer just pushed
the interview, time TBD.
And he's insisting
we do it at his house.
I hate rich people. I do.
I screwed up bad, Clive.
With Major? Did you?
I can never tell what the
end goal is with you two.
When Killer Joe wasn't
pushing women off balconies,
he installed car stereos.
We need to drop by his job and see if we can
establish how Terrence came to hire him.
Or how Vaughn
came to hire him.
(SIGHS) Yeah.
So you had no idea Joe was
mixed up in anything illegal?
BOTH: No.
You recognize either of these guys?
Either one bring their cars in?
- No.
- Nuh-uh.
Joe did a huge install for some
mystery guy at his house, though.
If you're rich enough,
we'll come to you.
Well, somebody's gotta know
the client's name.
Our manager will know, but he's
out on some salmon fishing trip.
He'll be back
in a couple days.
Have your manager give rne a
call when he gets back to town.
(CELL PHONE CHIMES)
Uh, Terrence wants to meet
with us now.
Oh, I'll just wait here.
For you to pull up the car.
What am I, Driving Miss Crazy?
I didn't know
I'd be walking today.
This is more
of a sitting shoe.
Super cute though, huh?
Look how long
they make my legs look.
You need to use those long legs
and get yourself to my car.
(SIGHS)
That is quite a view.
Yup, that's Mount Rainier.
Taylor used to text me, “TMO.“
“The mountain's out."
How would you describe your
relationship over the past few weeks?
Happy.
Oh, we were planning to
celebrate our 10th anniversary
next month with a trip
to the Turks and Caicos.
And those are reservations
I can call and check on?
Of course. My assistant can get
you the pertinent numbers.
- Meg! Get them my vacation details.
- Yes.
Where were you
at the time of the murder?
Forgive me, the past
36 hours have been a blur.
Meg?
- You were with your personal stylist.
- Oh, right.
I was looking over some things
she had picked out for me.
I'll need her number, too.
Now that's how you rock
a pocket square, by the way.
Are we almost done here,
Detective?
Almost, Harry.
What can you tell me about your
wife's affair with Vaughn Du Clark?
I'm sorry. Did you not know
about their affair?
(GASPS)
I'll take that as a "No."
So help me, I'm gonna...
-(GRUNTING)
- Now we're done.
(GROWLING)
That certainly looked like a man who just
found out his wife was cheating on him.
He's definitely capable
of violence.
-(TERRENCE SCREAMING)
-(OBJECTS CRASHING)
I'd hate
to be Vaughn Du Clark.
Trying it out for size?
You had to screw
Taylor Fowler?
Her husband represents a very
important swing vote on the board.
(GROANS)
I promise
it will never happen again.
'Cause, you know, she's dead.
Wait, how do you know
about that?
Somehow my zombie
roommate knew.
I don't know how.
Try to keep it in your pants
next time.
Can you do that, champ?
Hey, hey. he)!-
hey, hey.
Come on, now. Let's not throw the
baby out with the bath water.
Remember, if it weren't for me
sleeping with other men's wives,
you would not exist.
Maybe you can have one of those floozies
pin a medal on your baby-maker.
Perhaps a clip-on.
(GRUNTS)
I had you as more
of a plyometrics guy.
Thought you'd be into
the short, explosive bursts.
But I guess we're both
into slow and controlled,
making it last.
You don't have to go.
I was just looking
for an exercise ball.
Terrence said he was with you
at the time of the murder.
Looking at some clothes
you found for him.
Textured winter shirts and
day-to-night denims, yes.
How was he behaving?
Well, he was pretty skeptical
about wearing denim after 6:00.
Did he seem distracted? Did he
check his watch or take any calls?
I don't think so, no.
Could your view be nicer?
I see this and I just think
"mat Pilates."
This is where I do yoga.
I can hold a warrior pose for six
minutes if I'm watching the ferries.
I have to say,
you're kind of a genius.
- You get paid to shop?
- BETHANY: Uh, it's still a job.
My fashion sense doesn't
always match the client's.
Those shoes are amaze,
by the way.
Thanks. They're actually
my roommate's.
I'm looking to find some that
are like them, but...
Strappier.
- Yes.
- Possibly in suede.
Could you crawl back
out of my mind?
Can I ask
a non-shoe related question?
Did you ever talk
to Terrence's wife, Taylor?
Mostly about clothes.
She was the fashion-conscious
one in the marriage.
With friends like hers,
you'd have to be.
- Have you met Camille and Debra?
- No.
Great dressers. Awful people.
You and Ms. Debra Canfield are two of
Taylor's closest friends. Can you...
I'm going to stop you
right there.
I love Debra dearly,
but she can be a real
piece of work.
And the drinking doesn't help.
She ruined Taylor's wine tasting
for juvenile lupus research
by throwing up
on Kenny G's table.
- When was this?
- About three months ago.
Debra never apologized.
It got ugh!-
Look, I love Camille
like a sister,
but she is a compulsive liar.
And she stole Taylor's
business idea.
Camille told Taylor, "lf you sue me, I
will shut your Botoxed face for good.“
Please.
I would never say that.
Unlike Debra, I'm the kind of friend
that was always there for Taylor.
Like when she found out Terrence was
meeting trashy little gold-diggers
What-what-io dot com?
Was Camille there for Taylor the night
that Terrence punched a hole in the wall
when he found out
she was having an affair?
Vaughn Du Clark?
Vaughn Du Clark?
TAYLOR: Go video chat with one of your
online gold-diggers, sugar daddy.
Anybody else! Anybody else!
Not him! Never him!
(GASPS)
You know, I sometimes space out like
that when I'm on a master cleanse.
Excuse us.
What did you just see?
When we interviewed Terrence, he already
knew that Taylor was sleeping with Vaughn.
I saw the moment
he learned about the affair.
He was pulling
his fist out of a wall. Eek!
So when he shattered that coffee
table, it was all an act.
I thought
you'd be more surprised.
I was reasonably surprised.
I know, but I was hoping
for something like, "Ah!“
Anyway, Taylor was all, "Go back to
your online sluts, sugar daddy."
(DEBRA CLEARS THROAT)
You need to let me go
or bring me a mineral water.
(MAN SPEAKING ON TELEVISION)
You'll never guess
where I saw Major
doing his personal trainer
thing yesterday.
I don't know. The gym?
Oi, I was watching that.
Max Rager.
He's been working there?
I can't believe
he didn't tell me.
Oh, everything
has to be about you.
We will destroy your criminal enterprise.
That is my pledge...
I am literally
going through hell.
Do you even care?
Okay, you've literally forgotten the
meaning of the word “Literally.“
It's not my fault! All my friends
are cold-hearted bitches,
and that includes the men.
Why is everyone
abandoning me? Why?
I'm sorry. I just really need a pinot
and some salty chocolate right now.
This has been
the worst week ever.
Was Stephanie able to get
Friday night off?
Oh, yeah.
- Sorry.
- Congratulations.
At least you have someone
to go to dinner with.
We are coming after you.
- What's going on?
- Oh, big announcement.
Citywide crackdown
on the Utopium scourge.
To this end, we have formed
a Utopium task force,
headed by a colleague I am pleased
to welcome back from sabbatical,
assistant DA
Peyton Charles. Peyton?
Thank you, District Attorney Baracus,
for the confidence you've placed in me.
I promise I will not
let you down...
I don't suppose she told you
she was back in the country.
No. You?
For anyone
in the Utopium trade,
I'm here to tell you,
party's over.
No.
Not a word from Peyton in three months.
And then, poof, she just shows up?
At least she's comfortable enough
to be back in the same city as you.
How can you be so la-dee-da about it?
She ditched you, too.
It's weird, having her
just pop up like that.
But, you know, we were only
dating for a few weeks.
I guess I'm ready to move on.
Look, you and Peyton have been
best friends since college.
You just don't casually walk
away from that.
I bet she'll want to
be back in your life.
Maybe not right away.
But eventually.
And when she does, I hope
you've left the door open.
(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)
Hello?
Hi, this is Bethany Miller.
Mr. Fowler's stylist.
Oh, hi. What's up?
I found the shoes.
Suede and strappy in black.
- Really?
- I picked them up on approval.
Do you want to try them on?
These shoes
literally go with everything.
This dress, those pants,
this wine...
That dress doesn't deserve to
share a closet with those shoes.
You might as well wear
a burlap sack.
I got it
on vacation.
To Amish country? Girl,
don't hide your killer bod.
You need to dump
that boxy for some foxy.
Mmm.
Oh. Here.
This is more like it.
That belongs to someone.
A long time ago,
we used to be friends.
Hmm.
Ready to try on something red?
White is so last bottle.
(BOTH GIGGLE)
Speaking of too much to drink,
how were Debra and Camille?
I wish we could put them in jail
just for being horrible people.
God, please don't let me run
into either of them tomorrow.
Unless it's with your car.
Oh, I'm going
to an invitation-only sale
at one of my favorite
boutiques tomorrow.
- You wanna be my plus one?
- Aw.
I can't remember the last time
I was plus one'd.
- That sale won't know what hit it.
- Mmm.
LIV: Good, you're here.
I just had to see what you'd
think of these bad girls.
If they don't make you want to
cross-dress, I don't know what will.
You ever hear
of Casual Fridays?
You ever hear
of casual elegance?
What's wrong, were your bib
overalls in the wash tub?
Look what I got on Terrence.
If there's an "other woman" who made
him kill Taylor, she could be in here.
It's like a catalog
of skanks.
Oh, take your finger out of your
mouth, sweetie, that's full of herpes.
Little Miss Jailbait. “Likes to
be pampered." As in diapers?
Oh, this one reminds me that I
need to take out the trash...
Meow. Someone has their
acrylic tips out.
I still haven't established if Terrence
had deeper ties with any of them.
I'm cross-checking
phone numbers.
No, these kind of women don't
need a phone to call a man.
They just stand upwind
and drop their panties.
Meanwhile, Joe's boss at Performance Car
Stereo is back from his fishing trip.
If he can ID Terrence
as Joe's mystery client,
we'll be awfully close
to being able to charge him.
Ready to roll?
- Aren't you coming?
- Oh, sorry, I have an important meeting.
Oh, wait. (GASPS)
I had a vision.
Terrence did it.
- Run with it.
- Liv?
It's a me day.
l am punching out early.
I'm going to see a friend.
You got this.
Hey there, girl!
Whoo!
She's with me.
Look what I found for you.
That is so cute.
I literally want to die, just
so that I can be buried in it.
Start a tab.
Thank you, Olivia.
Oh, and happy birthday!
It's your birthday?
It must have slipped my mind.
Shut up! We have to celebrate.
How about dinner at that new seafood
and smoothie place, Fin & Juice?
I love Fin & Juice.
Oh, but where will we ever
find something to wear?
You the manager?
No. Just a second.
Detective Babineaux. Glad to hear you
made it back. Were the salmon biting?
Oh, I bagged my limit
and then some.
Crap.
Ah, I'm gonna let it slide
this time.
I'm trying to find some link
between Joe and the man we suspect
hired him to kill
Taylor Fowler.
Your guys told me Joe
had a wealthy client.
One where Joe did all the
work at the customer's place?
Yeah. That's right.
Is this Joe's mystery
customer?
Uh, nope.
You sure?
The photo is a bit old.
Still wouldn't turn him into
an all-pro cornerback
on the local pro
football team, would it?
He was working for a...
Look, it's no surprise that Joe got
mixed up in something like this.
He met this girl
a few months back.
He just got obsessed
with her.
She had him wrapped
around her finger.
- A girl? You know her name?
- No.
I only saw her once.
I was at the bar
when Joe picked her up.
Although it was more
like she was picking him up.
Was it either of these two?
No, that's too high class.
She had more
of a skank thing going on.
I happen to have a catalog
of skanks out in the car.
Any chance I can get you
to flip through it?
I suppose I could clear
my schedule.
- Do you like it?
- No.
I lurve it.
Your work here is done.
Go. Get selfish.
Find something that will
put the "you" in fabulous.
LIV: Sometimes you have to
move on from an old friend.
And when you do, sometimes
there's a new friend waiting.
Someone who helps you see
that in life,
at the end of the day...
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
- Hello?
- CLIVE: (ON SPEAKER) Liv.
I think I know who hired
Joe to kill Taylor.
It was Terrence's
personal stylist, Bethany.
(WHISPERING) What? How?
I mean, are you sure?
Only her name was Harmony
back then.
Turns out she also had Killer
Joe wrapped around her finger.
Liv? Did I lose you?
I can't believe my BFF Bethany
was a skanky Harmony!
CLIVE: I'm looking
at her right now.
"Hey, big spender, I'm a girl
who loves to be spoiled."
The manager ID'd her as Joe's girlfriend
from her picture on SugarDaddio.
That's where she and Terrence
must have connected
before turning her into
Bethany, his personal stylist.
It would've made it easier for him to cover
all the money he was spending on her.
The apartment with the view,
the clothes.
Either Bethany seduced Joe and
put him up to it on her own,
or she was in on it
with Terrence.
I'm gonna bring her in.
Where are you right now?
(WHISPERING) Um, shopping.
Why are you whispering?
Because I'm in Hauter
Than Hell with Bethany.
You are? Why?
She's getting me
40% off.
Okay, well, keep her there.
I'll send backup.
Hey, you.
Do me up?
(GROANS)
(GASPS)
(GROWLING)
Miss.
We're calling the police.
Just so you know.
I am the police.
Close enough.
Things were pretty sweet with you
and your sugar daddy, weren't they?
Terrence set you up with that nice
apartment and all those fine clothes.
But being the next
Mrs. Fowler?
That would've been
even sweeter.
Keep her away from me.
You got off easy. Trust me.
Sorry, Bethany.
So I guess dinner is off?
So was Terrence taking
too long leaving Taylor?
You started wondering if all
those promises were just talk,
so you get dimwitted Joe
wrapped around your finger
with promises of love
and money.
You send him
to find some evidence
that Taylor broke
her marriage vows,
with Vaughn Du Clark, no less.
That would've spurred
Terrence into action.
You knew there was a way to get
all your sugar daddy's money.
You didn't have to lose half
to Taylor in the divorce.
CLIVE: And you wouldn't
if she were dead.
So you talked Joe
into killing her.
- Prove it.
- I don't have to.
Yeah, Bethany.
Or do you prefer "Harmony“?
Or Ivy. Or Miranda.
Or any of your other aliases
in the three states
where you're wanted for...
Let's see.
Fraud, larceny, blackmail.
All involving scams where you sunk
your hooks into rich, older men
then took their money.
While you're serving time
for those crimes,
we'll find what we need to keep you
in prison for the rest of your life.
And I'm going to establish exactly
how deeply Terrence was involved.
Involved with what?
Enjoy prison.
What doesn't orange go with?
Yo, why didn't you answer
any of my texts
about how I was crushing
my date?
Or did you not get my
happy-face-with-a-tongue- hanging-out emoji?
Hello there, boy.
Uh...
When did we get a...
- Peyton.
- Hey, you.
Uh, this house
is full of surprises.
Will you be revealing
our new robot chef
or should I prepare
my own snack? Mmm?
You should go to bed.
This one needs some sleep.
He's the doctor, but okay.
Ah, I was planning on going
to sleep tonight anyway.
- So I'm not just doing it
'cause you said so. - Right.
I... I don't know
where to start.
Then let me.
I am so sorry
about disappearing like that.
It turns out "fight or
flight" is a real thing.
I saw something
that made me fly.
I know what you saw.
Granted, my introduction to the
subject wasn't nearly as violent.
Well, it took me a while
to wrap my head around it all.
Then I got the call to head the task force,
and I realized it was time to come home.
And here you are.
Yeah.
What about him?
Does he know?
Well, he's still trying
to wrap his head around it.
Ah.
That explains so much.
I wanted to talk to you
in person.
I went straight from the airport
to the press conference.
This is the first chance
I've had.
Can I just give you a hug?
So you crushed your date tonight, huh?
Tell me all about it.
(MACHINE BEEPS)
Hey, it's your birthday.
Looks like we're having
quite the party.
Massive.
All my friends will be there.
LIV: What was I saying back at
the boutique about friends?
Oh, right. Lose one,
find another.
Hello, friend.
Happy birthday to me.
Hey, I should invent
a special cocktail.
One part spicy whiskey, two parts
zombie tears, a dash of hut sauce.
I'll call it the Liv & Learn.
Because maybe this is the way
it's going to be from now on.
What the hell? You didn't
tell me it was your birthday.
Sorry.
I didn't tell anyone.
Kinda makes me wonder what other
secrets you've been keeping.
- This isn't my natural hair color.
- No.
So I don't have you to thank
for the birthday cake?
No.
Some chick came by, waited around
for a bit, but then she had to fly.
Sorry, I use the names part of
my brain to store body envy.
This girl had several parts
I'd kill for.
And a beauty mark right where I
wanted to punch her. (LAUGHS)
Here.
Her name is Peyton.
(SPEAKING MAN DARIN)
Hello, Terrence.
It looks like you're holding
a lot of tension there.
No, what I'm holding
are your nards, Du Clark.
(SPEAKING MAN DARIN)
I just wanted to see your face
when I told you
I've got the votes
for a hostile takeover.
Oh, okay.
Now what?
I started putting
my ducks in a row
a few weeks ago when I found
out you were screwing my wife.
With her death, my private humiliation's
gonna be front page news.
So now it's my turn
to screw you.
At the next board meeting,
when I call for a vote,
your ass is out of here.
Or you could play it smart.
Take the long view.
Set aside our
petty differences,
because at the end of the day,
we both wanted the same thing,
a Gulfstream, our own island,
our face on a stamp... Well,
maybe that last one
was just me.
Max Rager is
this close to illiquid.
The stock just hit
a 52-week low.
We're close.
And I think you'll forget
all this takeover nonsense
once you see what we've
been doing in this lab.
(WHISTLES) You are gonna lose
your head, Terr.
I swear.
Then show me.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
(BEEPS)
AUTOMATED VOICE: Thank you,
Mr. Du Clark. Live to the Max.
How many damn sub-levels
do you have?
Officially? None.
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
Pretty impressive, huh?
- This...
-(BEEPS)
...is where the real magic
happens.
What in the world
is that for?
Oh. (LAUGHS) Science.
Wait right here.
I gotta go find Dr. Holland.
He was always so good
at explaining things.
- Though since that lab accident...
-(BEEPS)
(DOOR CLOSING)
What does any of this
have to do with Super Max?
(BEEPING)
(EXHALES)
Poor Terrence,
always so consumed by work.
Oh, there's Dr. Holland.
-(GRUNTING)
-(SCREAMING)
-(CRUNCHING)
-(TEARING)
(ROARING)
- What are you?
- There are zombies in the world, Peyton.
And I'm one of them.
Once Super Max hits shelves,
you'll be untouchable.
Assuming we're not
mid-zombie apocalypse.
Our surveillance has paid off.
- Hey, roomie.
- We've solved the zombie problem.
- And how's that? - We've located the
instrument of their destruction.
MAJOR: So I showed up to train a new
client today, and he was a zombie.
I knew.
My hair stood on end.
Those 322 people
are suspected zombies.
- You want me to kill them?
- Yes.
MAJOR: You've got
the wrong man for the job.
We do know of one zombie,
Liv Moore.
I've got you over a barrel,
big guy.
Utopium.
We need to get more of this.
- Major? It's me.
- MAJOR: Kinda busy.
(SNIFFING)
Remember at the Botox party, how she
was going around behind my back,
telling everyone
I was a bitch?
So I called her on it.
Today at lunch. Ha! She flat-out denied it.
Can you believe it?
WOMAN: (ON PHONE) Oh, my God!
What did you do?
(SIGHS) I threw my drink
in her face and I walked out.
(LAUGHS)
I mean, I love that woman, but
she is just too much drama.
(DOORBELL RINGS)
Hold on, sweetie.
Hi. I'm Alex Towne,
with Montlake Realty.
Are you the owner?
Because I have a client who is
looking for a home just like this.
I'm sorry, Mr. Towne, my husband
and I aren't looking to sell.
That's too bad.
For the right property,
my client is willing to make an
all-cash offer of $10 million.
May I see the view?
Spectacular, isn't it?
And private.
Which is rare, even in
this neighbor...
(MUFFLED GROAN)
(STRAINING)
(MUFFLED SCREAM)
(CRASHING)
WOMAN:
Taylor, honey? Hello?
Did he say 10 million?
(THEME SONG PLAYING)
She must have taken
quite a fall.
The other implant burst
on impact.
German. Top of the line.
(SPEAKING GERMAN)
DOA's name is Taylor Fowler,
age 38.
Wife number two
of Terrence Fowler.
He started the warehouse liquor
chain Booze of the World.
Taylor married well.
And died hard.
The fall fractured her C3 and C4 cervical
vertebrae, resulting in spinal shock.
Pretty amazing the guy she took
down with her is still alive.
Technically. He's in a coma.
The hospital's not optimistic
he'll ever come out of it.
What?
Carpal tunnel. Sorry.
I also learned our coma guy's
name is not Alex Towne, realtor,
despite the business card
we found in his front pocket.
He's Joe Fricano, a small-time
mope with a history of larceny.
Hmm. A thief posing as a realtor.
Seems like a lateral move.
Unless he was trying to case
a house from the inside.
We found a printout
of Taylor's Facebook page
with a profile photo
in Joe's pocket.
He wrote her Pilates
schedule on it.
I think we're looking
at a murder-for-hire.
All we have to do is figure
out who did the hiring.
If only contract killers
filed W-4s.
It's the spouse.
We know that's
your default theory.
I'm trying to bring
him in for an interview,
but Terrence Fowler
is a very busy man
with a very fancy lawyer.
While he tries to find
a mutually agreeable time,
I've got the real Alex Towne
coming in later.
Want to see
if that sparks anything?
Sure.
Hey, later-later, like Friday,
I was thinking we could all grab a drink
after work, maybe get a bite to eat?
I mean, if you guys are free.
It's just been a while
since we got together.
Friday's tricky, yeah.
I've been seeing Stephanie. You
know, the girl I met at the club.
Been seeing a lot of her,
actually.
She's trying to get Friday night off work
so she can fix me a home-cooked meal.
Turns out, right, she's got this
whole Martha Stewart side to her.
Which, combined
with her raw honesty
and lack of intellectual
pretense
is giving me a sense
of emotional intimacy
I've not felt
in a long time, you know?
Can't. Busy.
God, I thought
he'd never shut up.
Moving on to your more
immediate dining plans...
I've never had a
lady-who-lunches for lunch.
(WHIRRING)
She looks as tasty
as she was tasteful.
(METAL CLANGING)
Shouldn't you be working on something
other than your pectoralis majors, Major?
You just missed
my lower body circuit.
You know what? I think of you
every time I squat.
Oh, you mean the list.
Don't worry, I'm on it.
I crossed another name
off this morning.
- Not a zombie?
- Not a zombie.
Just a normal human being.
I'm allowed to not
kill those, right?
You're cute.
But Vaughn Du Clark
expects results.
Does a patient man
invent an energy drink?
I'd be happy to let him take over
the zombie eradication detail.
Just say the word.
Let me tell you a story.
When we first came up with
the "Suspected Zombie“ list,
Vaughn's idea was to
send them all letters,
zombies and non-zombies alike,
informing them they'd won an
all-expense-paid Hawaiian cruise.
And then scuttle the ship
in the middle of the Pacific.
Your work,
distasteful as you find it,
saves lives.
Move too slow, he'll
happily revisit plan B.
To think that some criminal
would use my card
and my reputation as a specialist
in luxury properties...
He probably picked it up at
one of your open houses.
Well, I host four or five
of them each weekend.
I'm happy to help. But I doubt I'll
be able to remember one looky-loo.
Liv, anything you want to ask?
Yes.
Your bag. ls it a Stella?
- Timeless, isn't it?
- I can't even...
I wasn't sure if it would be
appropriate for a police interview.
It's perfect.
It's businesslike,
but with an informality
that says,
“l am not a suspect.“
(CLEARS THROAT)
Here's our killer.
He's the one who used your card.
You recognize him?
Actually, I do.
He came to my showing of a
Mercer Island contemporary.
Oh, 4,000 square feet.
Chef's kitchen.
Great flow.
I found him poking around in a
night stand in the master bedroom
and I asked him to leave.
Any idea
what was he looking for?
A souvenir, I assumed.
The owner is one of Seattle's
most eligible bachelors.
Vaughn Du Clark.
Max Rager CEO,
Vaughn Du Clark?
Mmm-hmm.
He's Seattle's
most eligible bachelor?
You need to rethink
your ranking.
Just hearing his name makes me
need a full body detox wrap
and an ear canal flush.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
(PANTING)
Once more around the park,
James? No?
(GROANS)
(DOG WHIMPERING)
(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
MAN: (SCREAMING)
Let me out, please!
I won't press charges!
Just take me to an ATM!
(SOBBING) I'll give you as
much as you want! Please!
Don't hurt me.
Don't hurt my dog.
I never saw your face.
(KNOCKING)
I never saw your face! I can't
identify you, I promise.
Let me out!
-(VOLUME INCREASES)
-(BARKS)
(GUN FIRING)
(GRUNTS)
I'm confused. ls this the Seattle
morgue or a Milan catwalk?
You like?
It's my roommate's.
I literally had nothing
to wear
until she gave me a free pass
to raid her closet.
I thought this was
a good look for work
because I wear this dress
like someone's paying me to.
Oh, as do I with this.
Ready to go hang
Vaughn Du Clark's ass
from the highest tree?
When rich wives get killed,
it's either about money or sex.
Vaughn has no motive.
That we know of, yet.
Don't forget he offed a reporter who
dug too deep into Max Rager business.
- We couldn't prove that.
- Prove-schmove.
Arranging a murder
is well within his skill set.
You know it. I know it.
- I know it.
-lt's known.
The spouse is still
our number one suspect.
Terrence agreed to come
in later for an interview.
It turns out he sits on the
Max Rager board, so maybe...
Are you kidding with this?
The Max Rager board.
Hello? That's our Taylor-Vaughn connection.
Vaughn's our guy.
What I was going to say is,
maybe Vaughn can tell us something
that'll incriminate Terrence.
You ever think
about a pocket square,
a little splash of color?
Every time I get dressed.
VAUGHN: Of course
I knew Taylor.
Terrence brought her to board
functions from time to time.
(LAUGHS) The woman was a
real hoot, let me tell ya.
Always keeping waiters on their
toes, always getting her way.
You know what would be great? If
I could get a sparkling water
with a little lime,
s'il vous plait.
Thank you.
What were Taylor and Terrence
like at these functions?
Entitled, vain.
They fit right in.
As a couple, were they combative?
Affectionate?
How much affection do you ever really see
for couples who are married so long?
There's a reason I'm not
getting hitched, Detective.
Because you can't legally
marry your own reflection?
Burn.
Your real estate agent caught
the man who killed Taylor
going through your drawers
at your open house.
Seems weird, doesn't it?
Yes, it does.
Totally weird.
CLIVE: What's your relationship
with Terrence like?
How would you describe him
as a board member?
Rich.
Wanting to be richer.
I can work with that.
Your three o'clock's here.
Oh, no, no, no. Not yet.
- Not yet.
-(TAYLOR MOANING)
Not yet.
Nut yet!
(GASPS)
Ms. Moore?
Are you still with us?
My eyes. They burn.
- Do you know what she's talking about?
- Occasionally.
I'm talking about your dirty
little tantric secret.
So, how many times
did you have sex with Taylor?
Is that your attempt
to trip me up? Huh?
Zero, Ms. Moore. Zero.
We were not lovers, and
at the risk of sounding like a
cliche, I prefer younger women.
Blonder women.
Are you just gonna let him
talk to me like that?
Like what?
I am not your little whore!
Okay.
I suppose we're done.
I'm really starting to believe
that you don't like me, Ms. Moore.
Major?
Oh, you two
know each other?
Hey, Liv.
New nails?
Now you're talking to me?
Because I'm kinda busy.
Sound familiar?
And, yes, they're new.
The color is called "Sorry, Beyonce“
and I might be in love with it.
Like you care.
As long as I've got you,
I had a few more questions
about the Meat Cute incident.
Oh, did you get re-assigned
to the Solved Crime Squad?
Clive, can you just
give us a moment?
Liv, I don't think
this is the time...
Listen to me, mister.
It's one thing to blow rne off
when I drop by without calling
and you're upstairs in your
room doing God knows what.
But how can you be here,
working for him?
I've got to make a living, you know. I
was training a guy who worked here.
He gave me some positive word-of-mouth,
so a bunch more started coming to me.
- I go where the work is. -"I
was just following orders.“
That's what Nazis say.
- You're being a little ridiculous.
- I'm what?
Oh! (LAUGHS) Wow.
You, too, pal? She's a pistol.
I'm so sorry, Major.
It's not me. It's the brain.
Major. Let's go to work.
Take me to church!
One of us needed to slap him.
What happened back
in Vaughn's office?
I assume you had one
of your psychic visions
that told you Vaughn
was sleeping with Taylor?
LIV: Yeah. The kind I
would like to erase.
The man has sex with an ankh
necklace on.
- On a leather cord.
-(CELL PHONE CHIMES)
(SIGHS) Damn it.
Terrence's lawyer just pushed
the interview, time TBD.
And he's insisting
we do it at his house.
I hate rich people. I do.
I screwed up bad, Clive.
With Major? Did you?
I can never tell what the
end goal is with you two.
When Killer Joe wasn't
pushing women off balconies,
he installed car stereos.
We need to drop by his job and see if we can
establish how Terrence came to hire him.
Or how Vaughn
came to hire him.
(SIGHS) Yeah.
So you had no idea Joe was
mixed up in anything illegal?
BOTH: No.
You recognize either of these guys?
Either one bring their cars in?
- No.
- Nuh-uh.
Joe did a huge install for some
mystery guy at his house, though.
If you're rich enough,
we'll come to you.
Well, somebody's gotta know
the client's name.
Our manager will know, but he's
out on some salmon fishing trip.
He'll be back
in a couple days.
Have your manager give rne a
call when he gets back to town.
(CELL PHONE CHIMES)
Uh, Terrence wants to meet
with us now.
Oh, I'll just wait here.
For you to pull up the car.
What am I, Driving Miss Crazy?
I didn't know
I'd be walking today.
This is more
of a sitting shoe.
Super cute though, huh?
Look how long
they make my legs look.
You need to use those long legs
and get yourself to my car.
(SIGHS)
That is quite a view.
Yup, that's Mount Rainier.
Taylor used to text me, “TMO.“
“The mountain's out."
How would you describe your
relationship over the past few weeks?
Happy.
Oh, we were planning to
celebrate our 10th anniversary
next month with a trip
to the Turks and Caicos.
And those are reservations
I can call and check on?
Of course. My assistant can get
you the pertinent numbers.
- Meg! Get them my vacation details.
- Yes.
Where were you
at the time of the murder?
Forgive me, the past
36 hours have been a blur.
Meg?
- You were with your personal stylist.
- Oh, right.
I was looking over some things
she had picked out for me.
I'll need her number, too.
Now that's how you rock
a pocket square, by the way.
Are we almost done here,
Detective?
Almost, Harry.
What can you tell me about your
wife's affair with Vaughn Du Clark?
I'm sorry. Did you not know
about their affair?
(GASPS)
I'll take that as a "No."
So help me, I'm gonna...
-(GRUNTING)
- Now we're done.
(GROWLING)
That certainly looked like a man who just
found out his wife was cheating on him.
He's definitely capable
of violence.
-(TERRENCE SCREAMING)
-(OBJECTS CRASHING)
I'd hate
to be Vaughn Du Clark.
Trying it out for size?
You had to screw
Taylor Fowler?
Her husband represents a very
important swing vote on the board.
(GROANS)
I promise
it will never happen again.
'Cause, you know, she's dead.
Wait, how do you know
about that?
Somehow my zombie
roommate knew.
I don't know how.
Try to keep it in your pants
next time.
Can you do that, champ?
Hey, hey. he)!-
hey, hey.
Come on, now. Let's not throw the
baby out with the bath water.
Remember, if it weren't for me
sleeping with other men's wives,
you would not exist.
Maybe you can have one of those floozies
pin a medal on your baby-maker.
Perhaps a clip-on.
(GRUNTS)
I had you as more
of a plyometrics guy.
Thought you'd be into
the short, explosive bursts.
But I guess we're both
into slow and controlled,
making it last.
You don't have to go.
I was just looking
for an exercise ball.
Terrence said he was with you
at the time of the murder.
Looking at some clothes
you found for him.
Textured winter shirts and
day-to-night denims, yes.
How was he behaving?
Well, he was pretty skeptical
about wearing denim after 6:00.
Did he seem distracted? Did he
check his watch or take any calls?
I don't think so, no.
Could your view be nicer?
I see this and I just think
"mat Pilates."
This is where I do yoga.
I can hold a warrior pose for six
minutes if I'm watching the ferries.
I have to say,
you're kind of a genius.
- You get paid to shop?
- BETHANY: Uh, it's still a job.
My fashion sense doesn't
always match the client's.
Those shoes are amaze,
by the way.
Thanks. They're actually
my roommate's.
I'm looking to find some that
are like them, but...
Strappier.
- Yes.
- Possibly in suede.
Could you crawl back
out of my mind?
Can I ask
a non-shoe related question?
Did you ever talk
to Terrence's wife, Taylor?
Mostly about clothes.
She was the fashion-conscious
one in the marriage.
With friends like hers,
you'd have to be.
- Have you met Camille and Debra?
- No.
Great dressers. Awful people.
You and Ms. Debra Canfield are two of
Taylor's closest friends. Can you...
I'm going to stop you
right there.
I love Debra dearly,
but she can be a real
piece of work.
And the drinking doesn't help.
She ruined Taylor's wine tasting
for juvenile lupus research
by throwing up
on Kenny G's table.
- When was this?
- About three months ago.
Debra never apologized.
It got ugh!-
Look, I love Camille
like a sister,
but she is a compulsive liar.
And she stole Taylor's
business idea.
Camille told Taylor, "lf you sue me, I
will shut your Botoxed face for good.“
Please.
I would never say that.
Unlike Debra, I'm the kind of friend
that was always there for Taylor.
Like when she found out Terrence was
meeting trashy little gold-diggers
What-what-io dot com?
Was Camille there for Taylor the night
that Terrence punched a hole in the wall
when he found out
she was having an affair?
Vaughn Du Clark?
Vaughn Du Clark?
TAYLOR: Go video chat with one of your
online gold-diggers, sugar daddy.
Anybody else! Anybody else!
Not him! Never him!
(GASPS)
You know, I sometimes space out like
that when I'm on a master cleanse.
Excuse us.
What did you just see?
When we interviewed Terrence, he already
knew that Taylor was sleeping with Vaughn.
I saw the moment
he learned about the affair.
He was pulling
his fist out of a wall. Eek!
So when he shattered that coffee
table, it was all an act.
I thought
you'd be more surprised.
I was reasonably surprised.
I know, but I was hoping
for something like, "Ah!“
Anyway, Taylor was all, "Go back to
your online sluts, sugar daddy."
(DEBRA CLEARS THROAT)
You need to let me go
or bring me a mineral water.
(MAN SPEAKING ON TELEVISION)
You'll never guess
where I saw Major
doing his personal trainer
thing yesterday.
I don't know. The gym?
Oi, I was watching that.
Max Rager.
He's been working there?
I can't believe
he didn't tell me.
Oh, everything
has to be about you.
We will destroy your criminal enterprise.
That is my pledge...
I am literally
going through hell.
Do you even care?
Okay, you've literally forgotten the
meaning of the word “Literally.“
It's not my fault! All my friends
are cold-hearted bitches,
and that includes the men.
Why is everyone
abandoning me? Why?
I'm sorry. I just really need a pinot
and some salty chocolate right now.
This has been
the worst week ever.
Was Stephanie able to get
Friday night off?
Oh, yeah.
- Sorry.
- Congratulations.
At least you have someone
to go to dinner with.
We are coming after you.
- What's going on?
- Oh, big announcement.
Citywide crackdown
on the Utopium scourge.
To this end, we have formed
a Utopium task force,
headed by a colleague I am pleased
to welcome back from sabbatical,
assistant DA
Peyton Charles. Peyton?
Thank you, District Attorney Baracus,
for the confidence you've placed in me.
I promise I will not
let you down...
I don't suppose she told you
she was back in the country.
No. You?
For anyone
in the Utopium trade,
I'm here to tell you,
party's over.
No.
Not a word from Peyton in three months.
And then, poof, she just shows up?
At least she's comfortable enough
to be back in the same city as you.
How can you be so la-dee-da about it?
She ditched you, too.
It's weird, having her
just pop up like that.
But, you know, we were only
dating for a few weeks.
I guess I'm ready to move on.
Look, you and Peyton have been
best friends since college.
You just don't casually walk
away from that.
I bet she'll want to
be back in your life.
Maybe not right away.
But eventually.
And when she does, I hope
you've left the door open.
(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)
Hello?
Hi, this is Bethany Miller.
Mr. Fowler's stylist.
Oh, hi. What's up?
I found the shoes.
Suede and strappy in black.
- Really?
- I picked them up on approval.
Do you want to try them on?
These shoes
literally go with everything.
This dress, those pants,
this wine...
That dress doesn't deserve to
share a closet with those shoes.
You might as well wear
a burlap sack.
I got it
on vacation.
To Amish country? Girl,
don't hide your killer bod.
You need to dump
that boxy for some foxy.
Mmm.
Oh. Here.
This is more like it.
That belongs to someone.
A long time ago,
we used to be friends.
Hmm.
Ready to try on something red?
White is so last bottle.
(BOTH GIGGLE)
Speaking of too much to drink,
how were Debra and Camille?
I wish we could put them in jail
just for being horrible people.
God, please don't let me run
into either of them tomorrow.
Unless it's with your car.
Oh, I'm going
to an invitation-only sale
at one of my favorite
boutiques tomorrow.
- You wanna be my plus one?
- Aw.
I can't remember the last time
I was plus one'd.
- That sale won't know what hit it.
- Mmm.
LIV: Good, you're here.
I just had to see what you'd
think of these bad girls.
If they don't make you want to
cross-dress, I don't know what will.
You ever hear
of Casual Fridays?
You ever hear
of casual elegance?
What's wrong, were your bib
overalls in the wash tub?
Look what I got on Terrence.
If there's an "other woman" who made
him kill Taylor, she could be in here.
It's like a catalog
of skanks.
Oh, take your finger out of your
mouth, sweetie, that's full of herpes.
Little Miss Jailbait. “Likes to
be pampered." As in diapers?
Oh, this one reminds me that I
need to take out the trash...
Meow. Someone has their
acrylic tips out.
I still haven't established if Terrence
had deeper ties with any of them.
I'm cross-checking
phone numbers.
No, these kind of women don't
need a phone to call a man.
They just stand upwind
and drop their panties.
Meanwhile, Joe's boss at Performance Car
Stereo is back from his fishing trip.
If he can ID Terrence
as Joe's mystery client,
we'll be awfully close
to being able to charge him.
Ready to roll?
- Aren't you coming?
- Oh, sorry, I have an important meeting.
Oh, wait. (GASPS)
I had a vision.
Terrence did it.
- Run with it.
- Liv?
It's a me day.
l am punching out early.
I'm going to see a friend.
You got this.
Hey there, girl!
Whoo!
She's with me.
Look what I found for you.
That is so cute.
I literally want to die, just
so that I can be buried in it.
Start a tab.
Thank you, Olivia.
Oh, and happy birthday!
It's your birthday?
It must have slipped my mind.
Shut up! We have to celebrate.
How about dinner at that new seafood
and smoothie place, Fin & Juice?
I love Fin & Juice.
Oh, but where will we ever
find something to wear?
You the manager?
No. Just a second.
Detective Babineaux. Glad to hear you
made it back. Were the salmon biting?
Oh, I bagged my limit
and then some.
Crap.
Ah, I'm gonna let it slide
this time.
I'm trying to find some link
between Joe and the man we suspect
hired him to kill
Taylor Fowler.
Your guys told me Joe
had a wealthy client.
One where Joe did all the
work at the customer's place?
Yeah. That's right.
Is this Joe's mystery
customer?
Uh, nope.
You sure?
The photo is a bit old.
Still wouldn't turn him into
an all-pro cornerback
on the local pro
football team, would it?
He was working for a...
Look, it's no surprise that Joe got
mixed up in something like this.
He met this girl
a few months back.
He just got obsessed
with her.
She had him wrapped
around her finger.
- A girl? You know her name?
- No.
I only saw her once.
I was at the bar
when Joe picked her up.
Although it was more
like she was picking him up.
Was it either of these two?
No, that's too high class.
She had more
of a skank thing going on.
I happen to have a catalog
of skanks out in the car.
Any chance I can get you
to flip through it?
I suppose I could clear
my schedule.
- Do you like it?
- No.
I lurve it.
Your work here is done.
Go. Get selfish.
Find something that will
put the "you" in fabulous.
LIV: Sometimes you have to
move on from an old friend.
And when you do, sometimes
there's a new friend waiting.
Someone who helps you see
that in life,
at the end of the day...
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
- Hello?
- CLIVE: (ON SPEAKER) Liv.
I think I know who hired
Joe to kill Taylor.
It was Terrence's
personal stylist, Bethany.
(WHISPERING) What? How?
I mean, are you sure?
Only her name was Harmony
back then.
Turns out she also had Killer
Joe wrapped around her finger.
Liv? Did I lose you?
I can't believe my BFF Bethany
was a skanky Harmony!
CLIVE: I'm looking
at her right now.
"Hey, big spender, I'm a girl
who loves to be spoiled."
The manager ID'd her as Joe's girlfriend
from her picture on SugarDaddio.
That's where she and Terrence
must have connected
before turning her into
Bethany, his personal stylist.
It would've made it easier for him to cover
all the money he was spending on her.
The apartment with the view,
the clothes.
Either Bethany seduced Joe and
put him up to it on her own,
or she was in on it
with Terrence.
I'm gonna bring her in.
Where are you right now?
(WHISPERING) Um, shopping.
Why are you whispering?
Because I'm in Hauter
Than Hell with Bethany.
You are? Why?
She's getting me
40% off.
Okay, well, keep her there.
I'll send backup.
Hey, you.
Do me up?
(GROANS)
(GASPS)
(GROWLING)
Miss.
We're calling the police.
Just so you know.
I am the police.
Close enough.
Things were pretty sweet with you
and your sugar daddy, weren't they?
Terrence set you up with that nice
apartment and all those fine clothes.
But being the next
Mrs. Fowler?
That would've been
even sweeter.
Keep her away from me.
You got off easy. Trust me.
Sorry, Bethany.
So I guess dinner is off?
So was Terrence taking
too long leaving Taylor?
You started wondering if all
those promises were just talk,
so you get dimwitted Joe
wrapped around your finger
with promises of love
and money.
You send him
to find some evidence
that Taylor broke
her marriage vows,
with Vaughn Du Clark, no less.
That would've spurred
Terrence into action.
You knew there was a way to get
all your sugar daddy's money.
You didn't have to lose half
to Taylor in the divorce.
CLIVE: And you wouldn't
if she were dead.
So you talked Joe
into killing her.
- Prove it.
- I don't have to.
Yeah, Bethany.
Or do you prefer "Harmony“?
Or Ivy. Or Miranda.
Or any of your other aliases
in the three states
where you're wanted for...
Let's see.
Fraud, larceny, blackmail.
All involving scams where you sunk
your hooks into rich, older men
then took their money.
While you're serving time
for those crimes,
we'll find what we need to keep you
in prison for the rest of your life.
And I'm going to establish exactly
how deeply Terrence was involved.
Involved with what?
Enjoy prison.
What doesn't orange go with?
Yo, why didn't you answer
any of my texts
about how I was crushing
my date?
Or did you not get my
happy-face-with-a-tongue- hanging-out emoji?
Hello there, boy.
Uh...
When did we get a...
- Peyton.
- Hey, you.
Uh, this house
is full of surprises.
Will you be revealing
our new robot chef
or should I prepare
my own snack? Mmm?
You should go to bed.
This one needs some sleep.
He's the doctor, but okay.
Ah, I was planning on going
to sleep tonight anyway.
- So I'm not just doing it
'cause you said so. - Right.
I... I don't know
where to start.
Then let me.
I am so sorry
about disappearing like that.
It turns out "fight or
flight" is a real thing.
I saw something
that made me fly.
I know what you saw.
Granted, my introduction to the
subject wasn't nearly as violent.
Well, it took me a while
to wrap my head around it all.
Then I got the call to head the task force,
and I realized it was time to come home.
And here you are.
Yeah.
What about him?
Does he know?
Well, he's still trying
to wrap his head around it.
Ah.
That explains so much.
I wanted to talk to you
in person.
I went straight from the airport
to the press conference.
This is the first chance
I've had.
Can I just give you a hug?
So you crushed your date tonight, huh?
Tell me all about it.
(MACHINE BEEPS)
Hey, it's your birthday.
Looks like we're having
quite the party.
Massive.
All my friends will be there.
LIV: What was I saying back at
the boutique about friends?
Oh, right. Lose one,
find another.
Hello, friend.
Happy birthday to me.
Hey, I should invent
a special cocktail.
One part spicy whiskey, two parts
zombie tears, a dash of hut sauce.
I'll call it the Liv & Learn.
Because maybe this is the way
it's going to be from now on.
What the hell? You didn't
tell me it was your birthday.
Sorry.
I didn't tell anyone.
Kinda makes me wonder what other
secrets you've been keeping.
- This isn't my natural hair color.
- No.
So I don't have you to thank
for the birthday cake?
No.
Some chick came by, waited around
for a bit, but then she had to fly.
Sorry, I use the names part of
my brain to store body envy.
This girl had several parts
I'd kill for.
And a beauty mark right where I
wanted to punch her. (LAUGHS)
Here.
Her name is Peyton.
(SPEAKING MAN DARIN)
Hello, Terrence.
It looks like you're holding
a lot of tension there.
No, what I'm holding
are your nards, Du Clark.
(SPEAKING MAN DARIN)
I just wanted to see your face
when I told you
I've got the votes
for a hostile takeover.
Oh, okay.
Now what?
I started putting
my ducks in a row
a few weeks ago when I found
out you were screwing my wife.
With her death, my private humiliation's
gonna be front page news.
So now it's my turn
to screw you.
At the next board meeting,
when I call for a vote,
your ass is out of here.
Or you could play it smart.
Take the long view.
Set aside our
petty differences,
because at the end of the day,
we both wanted the same thing,
a Gulfstream, our own island,
our face on a stamp... Well,
maybe that last one
was just me.
Max Rager is
this close to illiquid.
The stock just hit
a 52-week low.
We're close.
And I think you'll forget
all this takeover nonsense
once you see what we've
been doing in this lab.
(WHISTLES) You are gonna lose
your head, Terr.
I swear.
Then show me.
(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)
(BEEPS)
AUTOMATED VOICE: Thank you,
Mr. Du Clark. Live to the Max.
How many damn sub-levels
do you have?
Officially? None.
(ELEVATOR DINGS)
Pretty impressive, huh?
- This...
-(BEEPS)
...is where the real magic
happens.
What in the world
is that for?
Oh. (LAUGHS) Science.
Wait right here.
I gotta go find Dr. Holland.
He was always so good
at explaining things.
- Though since that lab accident...
-(BEEPS)
(DOOR CLOSING)
What does any of this
have to do with Super Max?
(BEEPING)
(EXHALES)
Poor Terrence,
always so consumed by work.
Oh, there's Dr. Holland.
-(GRUNTING)
-(SCREAMING)
-(CRUNCHING)
-(TEARING)
(ROARING)