iZombie (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 4 - Even Cowgirls Get the Black and Blues - full transcript

LIV: Previously on iZombie...

The night of the boat party, you
were selling tainted Utopium.

We need more of it if we're
gonna make more of the cure.

I didn't cut it.
But I know who did.

BYRON: There are zombies
living among us.

- 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.

MAJOR: Utopium!

We need to get more of this!



GILDA: You would not
believe the guy we hired.

- I get it. You're not talking to me.
- I just need some time.

For anyone in the Utopium
trade, party's over.

Not a word from Peyton in three months.
And then she just shows up'?

Yeah, my left nut you went to
third base with Jolene Fisk.

You don't got to believe it.
I've got my memories.

Up the shirt's not third.
Third's in-the-pants stuff.

Shut up, Butterball. The only boobs
you've ever seen are your own.

Dude, toss the beer.

Get down!

(CAR PASSES BY)

No way!

What the...

-(CHUCKLES)
- Dude.



You jackasses ready
to have some fun?

(CHUCKLES)

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

Seattle police are in pursuit
of an armed suspect

who gunned down a
clerk at this Sack & Pack

in Queen Anne last night.

- Security footage shows a...
-(SHUTS OFF)

-(HIP HOP MUSIC PLAYS)
-INSTRUCTOR: 5, 6, 7, 8.

That's 1, 2, 3,
and 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.

(MUSIC STOPS)

Nice!

Great job today,
early birdies!

(CHUCKLES)

I missed you so much.

God, I know.

- So hard.
-(CHUCKLES)

I'm gonna spill your juice.

You stalked me
and you brought me a present?

That birthday cake you left last night.
It meant the world to me.

Look, um...

When I left,

I can't lie, I resented you.

I can't tell if it was more, “I can't
believe my best friend is a zombie,“

or, "I can't believe my best friend
didn't tell me she's a zombie."

- I get that.
- While I was away I had a chance to really

put myself in
your shoes, and...

Ugh, I realized how hard this
last year must have been for you.

You gave up being a surgeon, you
gave up the love of your life.

And then I bailed.

Well,

to be fair, you had just seen
me stab someone in the head.

Knives sticking out of you
like a pin cushion.

Eyes all red. Yeah.

No! Ravi needs me.
But we have to celebrate soon.

And I have zombie questions.
Okay?

I mean, I wrote them down.
They're a few pages.

(CHUCKLES)

- Thank you for coming back.
- I love you, too. Go.

(SIGHS)

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

Damn it.

Mmm.

Cut me off a piece
of that for breakfast.

Oh, Rita.

Fine.

I'll fend for myself.

Check a few zombie souls off your
little list today, like a good boy.

As you wish.

- RAVI: Major?
- Yeah, man. Sorry I'm late.

Aw! Hey, Dog.

Yeah, that's the smell of sex
and self-loathing.

Sorry I'm late. I knew I had
to take you to work.

Had my alarm set. But, uh,
my phone ran out of juice.

Don't worry about it.
I get my car back today.

- That said, things are different
now with Minor here. - Minor?

- He was whining all night.
- You named the dog Minor?

Then he found his way
into the bathroom trash.

Dude, I'm sorry. It won't happen again.
You ready to go'?

- Oh, actually...
-(DOORBELL RINGS)

Oh.

- You are here.
- Yeah, that'll happen occasionally.

You know, I uh,
live here, so...

Oh, sorry, I uh... It didn't seem like
you were gonna show, so I called Liv.

Oh, my God! You have a dog?

Hiya, cutie, what's your name?

- Minor.
- Dog.

Yeah, anyway, uh, I should take him out.
So, come on.

Still needs time.

(MESSAGE ALERT CHIMES)

Hmm. Bat signal. Shall we?

LIV: Only one guy at the door?
Where is everyone?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER
OVER POLICE RADIO)

Bit of a skeleton crew today.

Oh, a cashier was shot at a
Sack & Pack in Queen Anne.

Lot of resources
going to the manhunt.

Lots of convenience store
clerks get shot.

But the shmancy ones in Queen Anne get
a manhunt? That hardly seems fair.

- Hey, you preaching to the choir.
- How about you, love?

- Any thoughts on fairness?
- This is Lacy Cantrell.

Thirty-two years old.
Transplanted Texan.

She's a waitress at that country
music joint, The Slow Roll.

Her landlady found her when she
came by to collect overdue rent.

Oh, we'll have to confirm with autopsy,
but the bruise pattern and petechia

both suggest
manual strangulation.

Closet door was found open.

There's hangers knocked down, clothes
and stockings trampled on the floor.

Could be our killer was waiting
for her in the closet.

I'd scrape under her
fingernails for skin samples,

but the dish gloves
likely mean no DNA.

No DNA. Nobody saw anything, nobody
heard anything. A flying start.

What about you, Zoltar?

Johnny Cash, Loretta Lynn,
Dolly Parton.

I'd say Lacy was
a little bit country.

And I'm a little bit "let's rock and
roll." Tell me something I can't see.

Lacy was sending letters
to a man named Matt Sudak.

Up at the State Penitentiary
in Walla Walla.

They were all
sent back unopened.

Didn't see that.

DEVORE: Mmm.

Come in.

This is my voice
when I'm happy.

You want a gold star?
Find me the gun.

Manhunt's over. We got
the convenience store shooter.

Same clothes he was wearing in the
footage, and he had 400 bucks on him.

The amount missing
from the register. But no gun.

- Enough to held him...
- But we need the gun to make it stick.

This is FBI Agent Dale Bozzio. She'll be
working out of our offices for a while,

looking into a string
of missing person cases.

It seems someone is targeting
rich guys in Seattle.

First, Alan York,
the astronaut, went missing.

Then, there was Tim Addis, heir
to the Addis timber fortune.

Followed closely
by Colin Andrews,

a tech pioneer who was last
seen jogging in Seward Park.

We want a download
on Terrence Fowler.

I understand he's missing now,
and he fits the profile.

Fowler's wife, Taylor,
was a murder-for-hire.

I figured he took off, given the
suspicion that he was somehow involved.

- But my APB got no hits. - I'd like to
take a look at anything you have on him.

- If you don't mind.
- He doesn't.

Help her out with whatever
she needs, Babineaux.

Happy to.

(GROANS) God help me,
that smells sensational.

The man locked up
in Walla Walla,

the one our victim sent
all these unopened letters to,

was a boyfriend. Matt Sudak.

They moved here together from Texas.
Seems he and Lacy broke up

while he was in the joint, after
she confirmed in one of these

that she had a one-night stand
with one of his buddies.

According to his P.O., Sudak
was released a month ago.

Sounds promising.

Well, these make it sound like
Matt wasn't the type of guy

who'd let Lacy go
without a fight.

She sent this one
a week before he was released.

“I can't stop thinking about
that run-down motel

“on the way from Lubbock.

"About your smell
and your weight on me..."

- Oh, sorry, wrong spot.
- Sounds like the right spot to me.

Clive.
This is a, uh, safe zone.

Tell us about
his weight on you.

(SIGHS) Here we go.

“I can't stop thinking about
that bar in Lubbock,

"when that wildcatter
started chatting me up.

"You threw him clean
across the room.

“When we made love that..."

Oh, okay. Yeah, right.

I hate that phrase,
"made love."

It's like sex went
and hired a PR firm.

Well, I just say, "do sex.“
You know, like, uh...

“Thank you for doing sex
with me.“

Okay. Um, here. Uh...

Here we go. "I know when you get
out we won't be together again.

“I know I gotta let you go.

"Promise me when you're out,
you'll forget about me. Please..."

♪ I got to let you go ♪

"Please just tell me
you won't do anything crazy.“

Crazy is Sue's M.O. He was doing
15 months for aggravated assault.

He put a guy in the hospital
in a barroom brawl.

Nearly beat him to death
with a pool cue.

Spurned lover with a wicked
temper could be our guy.

Lacy was choked
to death so hard,

there were fractures in her hyloid
bone and laryngeal cartilage.

Sue's working at a pawn shop downtown.
Wanna go for a ride?

Does a one-legged duck
swim in circles?

Is a pig's rump pork?

I'm gonna start walking. If
all that meant yes, catch up.

- Hey there.
- Hi.

Lookin'
for anything particular?

Matt Sudak.

(GROANS) In back.

Sue! Ya got visitors.

Seattle's finest.
That was quick.

You were expecting us?

Makes sense when you're a
parolee whose ex gets murdered.

Why don't you start with
the last time you saw Lacy.

I only seen her once
since I got out of the joint.

Went down to The Slow Roll one
night and she was on stage.

Lacy's been writing songs,
singing 'em for a long time.

All these old feelings came rushing
back, so I got up and left.

I never spoke a word.

Still, I'd have laid down
in traffic if she asked me to.

She wanted you to forgive her.

How would you know
what she wanted?

All those letters that she sent you,
that you never bothered to read?

I did.

Then I guess you know all about her
hookin' up with my so-called friend?

She couldn't wait a year for me!
It was a test, and she failed it.

Ever think that maybe you
failed a test when you nearly

beat a man to death
with a pool cue?

Let's start over. How 'bout you
tell us where you were last night?

Last night I was drinkin'
with my buddy Phil.

He's right out front.
Go and ask him.

When we're done here.

As expected, he was a peach.

Phil. You mind telling us where
you were last night around 10:00?

Uh, my place. Knocking back a few beers.
With Sue.

He was with me all night.

(STRUMS)

You got a
good eye there, miss.

- How long you been playing?
- Just picked it up.

(PLAYS CHORDS)

(IN SOUTHERN ACCENT)
Just like ringing a bell.

I'll take it.

Why don't you wrap up one of those
banjos for me while we're at it?

Later, we'll do some
pickin' and grinnin'.

I'll be in the car.

So, that's a no on the banjo?

♪ When you near beat a man to
death and got yourself thrown in

♪ Walla Walla State Pen ♪

Love and murder.
Country song staples.

It's called The Ballad
of Sue and Lacy.

It's a working title. I'm hoping
a clue might come out of it.

(SNIFFS)

Are you wearing cologne?

Uh, it's called Desire-Rx.

It has human pheromones in it.

- I'm a walking sex experiment.
- Seeing Steph again tonight?

Obviously.
She's my test subject.

Look at you!

You don't know whether to wind
your watch or scratch your ass.

I'm fairly certain I do.

My watch self-winds.

My ass, on the other hand...

(PLAYS GUITAR)

You're wearing a cologne
made of pheromones?

How do you know whose
pheromones are even in there?

You think the cologne makers were
like, "Hey, death-row inmate,

"scrape some pheromones into this cup.
There's a pack of cigarettes in it for ya."

-lt's a possibility.
- Me, I choose to believe

they have the Hemsworth brothers on an
elliptical wearing nothing but sponges.

That would explain
why I like it so much.

(DOOR OPENS)

Major! Feel free to go
straight upstairs!

Oh. Hi. Sorry, guys.

You're not Major.

- Hi, I'm Steph.
- Hi. Peyton.

So, uh, what's with the, uh suitcases?
ls, uh, everything okay?

It was until
you just asked that.

Wait, did Major not tell you? He said I could
crash here until my new place is ready.

He did not.

Uh, but you know, hey, (STAMMERS)
you're welcome here, you know.

That's sweet. Thank you.

Well. I'm starving. So,
I'll just drop my suitcases

and go out and grab something.

- Nice to meet you, Steph.
- Yeah.

That's the girl
you used to date?

Damn, playa!

No, no. I'm not high-fiving
that. I wasn't born yesterday.

(COUNTRY MUSIC PLAYS)

Hey.

- Manager around? - He's holed up in
the back right now. Under the weather.

Something I can help you with?

Follow me.

It's like a nightmare come true. We're
all just heartbroken about Lacy.

(COUGHS)

- When did you see her last?
- When she clocked out last night.

I'd say, around 9:00?

Did she leave with anyone?
Argue with anyone?

No, everyone loved Lacy. I mean,
she was a... She was a spitfire.

Was she acting
strangely at all?

Well, she seemed a little
frazzled about her finances.

I mean, she asked for
an advance on her paycheck.

Maybe she owed
someone some money.

- You, uh, you here about little Lacy?
- That's right.

She was my favorite.
I always sat in her section.

I don't know if this means
anything, but last night I heard

the manager, Rick, and Lacy
hollerin' at each other.

I don't know what about, but I saw her take
a pot of coffee and dump it in his lap.

He screamed like a stuck pig.
She flew outta here.

Took a tire iron to Rick's taillight
before she peeled out of the parking lot.

(TIRES SCREECH)

Well, butter my butt
and call it a biscuit.

Richard Dipalma, goes by Rick. White male,
maybe 5'11", red hair, medium build.

Just go with this LKA. When
you bring him in, call me.

They'll try to pick him
up at home.

Look at this. Bandages,
ice packs, burn ointment.

About
that cash advance,

I think we can work
something out. Hmm?

What? (GRUNTS)

(GASPS)

What'd you see?

Rick,

trying to hump Lacy like she
was the corner of a La-Z-Boy.

He was offering her
a cash advance in return.

The only action he got was
an elbow in the gut.

I'm guessing it pissed her off
enough to pour coffee on him.

She rejected him,
burned the hell out of him,

humiliated him in front
front of his customers.

Sounds like a few good reasons
you might wanna kill someone.

(EXHALES)

Two of our customers
have gone missing now, Chief.

Two. Poof. Gone.

Like it's the friggin' rich
zombie rapture.

Can't a guy make an honest living creating
undead and selling them cadaver brains?

Huh?

“Two's not that bad."
Smiley face.

I appreciate the pep talk,
big fella. I really do.

But I don't think there's an
emoji that rightfully expresses

my feelings about losing
50K a month. You know?

- I found Gabriel.
- The archangel?

Gabriel cut the Utopium
the night of the boat party.

And you're never gonna
guess where he is now.

I've walked through the
valley of death,

and it looks a lot like
a crack den on Third Avenue.

I've led myself unto
temptation.

Tried every drug in the book.

And I can tell you, the most
powerful drug you can take

is the drug called "love."

And it comes from a pusher
named Jesus. And...

That's him, that's Gabriel.

Does it have to be?

Welcome, brothers.

Have you heard the good news?

- Jesus saves.
- That is good news.

Do you know
where he shops?

(GROANING)

What happened to "ask
and ye shall receive“?

That part of my life is over.

Maybe we've hit you in the
dome one too many times, Gabe.

I told you.

Your formula is special.

It'll cure people.

Save souls.

No. No.

No?

Chief, put him down for a nap.

I see you're serving a five-year
sentence for trafficking.

What would you say if I told you I could
get you two years shaved off of it?

- In exchange for information.
- I'd say tell me more.

When you were arrested, you were a
low-level associate in Stacey Boss' crew.

I need everything you can tell me about Mr.
Boss' crime organization.

No friggin' way.

You could walk out
in six months.

Lady, I said I'm not
interested.

You'd be a free man tomorrow, and
you still won't tell me anything?

No point in being a free man
if you're a dead man.

So, Lacy poured coffee
on me last night.

And I'm sorry not to have been
more upfront about it.

I just was trying to protect
Lacy's memory.

I told him the right thing to do
was to come in and tell the truth.

She was in love with Rick.

Tell him.

Sorry. I just got your message that
Rick, here, turned himself in.

Ms. Moore, you know Rick.
This is his wife, Pamela.

We're just hearing about how
Lacy was in love with Rick.

Yeah, so, uh...

(CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

You know,
last night she, uh...

She kinda made a move, you know.
And I said,

"Hey, I'm married
and I love my wife."

And she just got super mad.

That's a load of bull corn
and you know it.

Lacy asked you for a cash advance, and
you asked her for a nasty quid pro quo!

She was standing right in front of
that scuzzy sink in your office

when you tried affixing yourself to her
backside like a cheap leather chair.

According to our witness.

You wanna do
yourself a favor, Rick?

Don't lie to us again.

(MOUTHING)

Okay, look. I didn't kill her.

It just... It was a
misunderstanding.

It just was a hug that
went on too long.

You offered her cash
for sex, Rick.

That's what those blisters
on your crotch are about.

What?

- I...
- You...

I'm home, pregnant
with your...

-(YELLING)
- Ow!

- Whoa!
- Honey! Ow!

- Honey! Ow, ow!
- LIV: That's right.

Hey, Watson! Some help here!

Get it out, honey!

Hey.

He told me to say I was his
alibi, but it was a lie!

I don't know where he was last night.
He didn't come home until midnight!

- He was crazed...
- What are you doing?

Richard Dipalma, you have
the right to remain silent.

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

Yeah, I'm looking into a moving violation
for a Phillip Nelson from two nights ago.

Can you have the officer who
wrote the ticket give me a call?

Thanks.

Psst! Babineaux.

What's with the guy
burning the scented candle?

Does he think he's working the
front desk at the day spa?

He claims it centers his chi.

Who brings their chi to work?

Someone's gotta stop that guy.
Strong scents make me nauseous.

I know people say that, but if he
busts out a sandalwood, I will puke.

It should smell like
a real police station in here!

Oh, go ask if he has a candle

that smells like hookers
and burned coffee.

Don't think I won't.

So, gimme the dirt.

What do I need to know to survive
and not piss people off?

That I'm the person who usually pisses
people off, so you should ask someone else.

No, I knew you were that guy. I
figured you could tell me what you do

so I could do other stuff.

Okay, at least tell me what the best
food joint is within walking distance.

- In girl shoes.
- Hands down.

Bob Shanghai's food truck.

Let's go.

Mrs. Dipalma's calmed down. She's
ready to give her statement.

Rain check?

Okay. But now you're buying.

CLIVE: Mrs. Dipalma.

I just need your full
statement about last night,

then you and the baby
can get some rest at home.

So, last night I was home
reading until around 9:30.

Rick comes home shortly after 10:00.
But not last night.

I must've dozed off,
but I woke up when he came in.

Looked at the clock,

it was 12:03.

Did anything strike you
as off about him?

He was just...

Weird?

Anything of note
with his clothes?

No. He wears
the same thing usually.

I mean, Lacy poured
a pot of coffee on his lap.

Oh, yeah! I smelled that
as soon as he walked in.

Did you notice anything
about Rick's shirt?

Like blood?

Come to think of it,
there was blood on his shirt.

I just thought maybe
he broke up a fight at work.

And, uh, how much blood
would you say there was?

Well, enough
to notice, for sure.

Mrs. Dipalma,

Lacy Cantrell was strangled.

There was no blood.

Are you aware that giving a false
report of a crime is a felony?

(SINGING COUNTRY MUSIC)

This is singer-songwriter
night?

I was thinking more like,
10 people in the audience.

Tuesday night at The Slow Roll.
Happy hour till last call.

- Your name?
- Olivia Moore.

You're up next, girlie.

Oh, my God. You came!

And you're a cowboy.

You think the mechanical bull's
in a back room somewhere?

What? What's with the face?

I'm sweatin' like a 10 dollar
whore on nickel night.

What if my voice cracks?

What if in the middle of my
song some redneck shouts out,

"Show us your hooters!" And I
go into full-on zombie mode?

Oh, "if, if, if."

If a bullfrog had wings it wouldn't
bump its bum when he jumps.

(WHISTLING AND APPLAUSE)

Let's hear it for
Skip McKitrick!

Please give a warm welcome to a
Slow Roll virgin, Olivia Moore.

Whoo!

(WHISTLES)

Hi, I'm Liv.

This is a song that I wrote about two
people that I have gotten to know recently.

They love each other,

desperately, but they can't seem
to stop hurting each other.

♪ So you heard from some folks

♪ That I ain't been true

♪ I guess you still get gossip
in the clink

♪ It happened on one night,
I was full of SoCo and lime

♪ When a pretty boy bought
me a drink

♪ And he said darlin',
you're too pretty to be sad

♪ And I said Mister, I needed
to hear that real bad

(PHONE RINGING)

- Hey, you've reached Liv's phone.
Leave a message. -(BEEPS)

Liv, I had to cut Rick loose. His wife
was lying about him coming home late.

The whole thing.

Uh, excuse me?

I'm sorry.
Uh, my son found this.

- I thought I should show someone.
- Oh, of course.

Cavanaugh!
Can you help this lady?

Yeah.

On another front, Sue,
the ex-con/ex-boyfriend?

His alibi evaporated.

His buddy Phil was getting
ticketed for speeding in Issaquah

when they were supposed
to be together.

♪ There's only
nightmares ahead of us

♪ And sweet dreams long ago

♪ It's time to wake up, baby

♪ It's time I let you go

♪ I've got to let you go ♪

(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE)

Ow!

Thank you.

Keep it going
for Olivia Moore!

...take a little break. So, we'll see
you back here in about ten minutes.

That was amazing!

What do you feel right now?

Clarity.
I have to go see Major.

Oh, but...

You're gonna miss me trying to
convince one of these lovelies

to play Cowgirl and Indian.

(CAR BEEPS OPEN)

Hey. I just wanted to tell you that
was some good playin' in there.

Oh.

- Thank you.
-'Course.

Goodnight.

I liked your song.

I think Lacy
would've liked it, too.

Growin' up, my dad used to tell me,
"Son, you could screw up a steel ball."

I did that with Lacy.

I loved that girl.

Love ain't always enough.

REPORTER ON TV: Seven days and still
no sign of a missing Bellevue man.

Thirty-three-year-old tech entrepreneur
Colin Andrews, was last seen

Wednesday evening,
when he told his brother

he was going for a run
in Seward Park with his dog.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Hey.

Twice in a week.

I'm sorry.
I know you want space.

But that's kind of why
I'm here.

I realized something tonight.

I just need to say it.

Okay.

From the moment that I met you I
knew we were meant to be together.

I was sure of it.
It was like fate.

But that was before
I'd witnessed a mass murder.

Before I'd eaten fresh brain,

before I'd lied to you, or let you
put yourself in a mental hospital.

It was before
I watched you die.

And it was before all this
cruelty was directed back at me.

Now, I don't think that space
can fix what's wrong with us.

We're a dream that's dead.

I doubt that I will ever stop
loving you,

but it's over now.

I gotta let you go.

Completely.

Forever.

Perfect.

Thanks for stopping by.

He?! Stop!

I'm coming here like an adult,
trying to talk to you.

How can you be
this cold to me?

Who exactly
am I being cold to?

Huh? Whose brain
did you eat this week?

Oh, this is all me!

And in case you've forgotten,
I didn't ask for this.

I went to a party because
you told me I should.

I woke up on a shore
craving brains.

And next thing I know, I've cracked
this corpse's head open...

How could I
bring that home to you?

How could I be your wife?
I had become a monster.

And I was confused,
and I was dangerous.

Every decision
that I made last year,

I made trying to protect
you from my new reality.

I know that in your eyes I screwed
up badly somewhere along the line.

But I did the best I could.

You know, I just...

I keep asking you
for some space,

and every time I turn around,
here you are.

Why are you doing this?

Doing what?

Making me doubt the only thing in
my life that I was sure was real.

(VIDEO GAME SOUNDS)

Major.

Major!

Where's the dog?

Uh, he was just right here.

Well, the back door's wide
open and he's net here now.

I even shook his bag of snick
snacks and still, no dog.

Yeah. He'll be back.
He's uh... Probably just...

What? Down at the corner bodega
picking up some munchies?

Well, let's go!
We need to find the dog!

Yeah, okay.
Jesus rose from the dead.

That doesn't make him a zombie
if he doesn't eat brains.

Dude, that body of Christ stuff,
that was for his disciples to eat.

I don't know what you qualify as
when you make other people eat you.

Narcissistic.

Let's check in on our man of the
cloth before I head out, huh?

(MUFFLED BREATHING)

And on the second day, he shared
the Utopium recipe, right?

I'll die first.

I'll tell you what.
I'll get you halfway there.

Chief?

What?

No! No!

(WHIMPERING)

Wait! Wait!

No! Wait a second!

He's gonna be a fresh,
angry zombie soon.

You'll want to use
a few more screws.

So, uh... It says here you
were slinging for Stacey Boss.

But are now a local
business owner.

So, seeing as you're not serving
time, have everything to lose

and nothing to gain, I don't
know what to offer you.

Except,

the peace of mind you'd have
serving your community

if you told me anything
you know about Stacey Boss.

Peace of mind.

Can't put a price tag on that.

Stacey imports his Utopium
from Hong Kong.

It's hidden in shipments
of scrap copper.

The shipments come bimonthly
into a port at Terminal 18.

And in regards to what
you can offer me?

I would like to discuss immunity for
the crimes I'm about to admit to.

So, Jiang Jin is Boss'
lieutenant,

and specifically, he's
the gatekeeper for Hong Kong.

But with Jiang and his son AJ both in
prison, then who's running the Jin empire?

That, I don't know.

But if Jin's operation was
in some way compromised,

Boss' supply out of Hong Kong
would be compromised.

You are really saving
my ass here. (CHUCKLES)

You'll tell the press that
it was my savvy interrogation

that got you
to cooperate, right?

(LAUGHS)

"She exuded a power that compelled me
to talk. I was helpless to resist.“

You sure you
don't want anything?

Wine is all I need.

What was I saying?

- You went all hell hath no fury on Major.
- Yeah.

Something snapped in me.

I unloaded on him.

I was just tired of living
in the doghouse, you know?

No, I get it, it's time.

But for what it's worth, the guy
walking around claiming to be Major

doesn't seem at all like
the Major I remember.

(DOOR OPENS)

Gilda!

- Hi.
- Want some Tom Yum soup?

I ordered it extra-spicy.

Thanks, but, uh, new diet.
No eating after 6:00.

(SOFTLY)
Unless it's a whisky sour.

I don't know about
this Gilda chick, with the

legs and the hair,
and the hard liquor dinners.

- Think maybe a background check is
in order. - Ooh, I like you jealous.

Keeps you from
phoning it in with me.

Or focusing too much
of your energy on boys.

Yuck. Boys.

Not to worry.
I'm currently a free agent.

Actually, I met someone
interesting at work today.

I think you'd like him.

(DRILLING)

He is risen.

You feeling peckish?

Hmm?

Oh.

Oh, oh, oh.

(CHUCKLES)

Nice work, Chief.

Last chance, Preach.

Tell me what you cut the Utopium with,
and I will feed you and cure you.

You give me what I want
and you shall be healed!

God is testing me.

(LAUGHS) Right.

Out! Foul demon!

Enjoy your 40 days
in the wilderness.

Come back when you have
a different answer for me.

Hey!

I didn't listen to your voicemail
about Sue until this morning.

I actually ran into him
last night at The Slow Roll.

- You what?
- I think Sue's just a prickly pear.

Soft and sweet on the inside?
I don't see him killing Lacy.

- You were out working the case?
- I was on stage. Singing.

- And Sue was a gentleman.
- He lied about his alibi, Liv.

- I mean, I can't...
-(LAUGHING)

(APPLAUSE)

Oh, someone hit big
on the scratch-off?

No, that lady who came
in last night?

Brought in the gun from that
convenience store job in Queen Anne.

Ballistics just confirmed it.

She said her kid found it in some
bushes up by Evergreen Manor?

- Congrats.
- Thanks.

Wait a sec.

Where'd you say
the kid found it?

Thank God.

Where'd you find him?

On a lost pet message board.

A jogger found him wandering
around a park, posted a...

- Which park?
- Uh... Seward Park.

I mean, why does that matter?

No, uh... It doesn't, I guess.
I, uh...

Not in the grand scheme.

What is going on
with you, man?

When I came in yesterday, you
couldn't respond to your own name,

you couldn't remember
when you'd last seen Minor.

I'm starting to wonder whether you can take
care of yourself, let alone an animal.

Look, it was just a bad day is all.
All right? I'll get myself together.

Cool. You do that. Oh.

Next time you decide to invite
an ex of mine to live with us,

give us a heads up first,
will you?

Cheers.

Come on, Minor.

Looking to score a couple
of U bombs.

Major?

(LAUGHING)

Yo, Stubs! Get me a coupla brain
busters on the house for this cat.

We go way back
to Helton Shelter.

This dude was trying
to keep us off drugs!

(LAUGHS)

Privilege drop, bro!

(CONTINUES LAUGHING)

(SNICKERS)

(PHONE VIBRATES)

CLIVE: After you shot the Sack & Pack
clerk in Queen Anne, you were on foot.

You made it all the
way to Evergreen Manor,

where you ditched
the gun in some bushes.

Police choppers were
in the air with spotlights so,

you ducked into the first
unlocked house you could find.

Lacy Cantrell's.

She comes home,
so you hide in her closet.

My guess is she
heard something,

went to check it out,
and discovered you.

You panicked
and choked her to death.

We found pantyhose on
her closet floor,

the same ones you wore
on your head in the robbery.

Your DNA's gonna be
all over them.

You already confessed
to one murder.

Do a good thing and give
Lacy's family some closure.

So, that's it? Lacy was just in the
wrong place at the wrong time?

It happens.

Try not to dwell on it.
It'll make you crazy.

LIV: Yeah, no kidding
it'll make you crazy.

(PLAYING BADLY)

You spend your life in a comfortable
dream state believing in destiny.

Then reality snaps you awake
like a kick in the teeth.

Bad things happen as often
as good things.

People who think they're meant
to be together, aren't.

Turns out we're nothing more than
chemicals hurtling through space,

haphazardly bouncing
off each other.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Feeling stupid we ever believed
there was some grand plan.

I need help.