iZombie (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 6 - Max Wager - full transcript

LIV: Previously on iZombie...

- Have you called?
- You have a gambling problem.

Telly was sent to collect
on your gambling debts?

You thought you could
disappear Telly's body

but first you had to get his
body past the security cameras.

I didn't kill Mike. We have a
fixer that works at our firm.

I had no idea that was
part of his plan.

Son turns father into a
member of the undead.

- What is it you want?
- Your entire company.

And I'm gonna stick you in the same
hellhole where you stuck grandpa.

Says here you were
slinging for Stacey Boss.



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

Mrs. Suzuki.

I found this.

I didn't know
what to make of it.

I, I know all the risks,

and all the reasons
it can't work.

But I don't care.

I want us to be
together again.

(SONG PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)

Whoa! Eggs!

Mmm. Mmm-mmm.

(HUMMING)

- ♪ Feel it ♪
-(VOLUME RAISING)

(EXHALES)



What's shakin', bacon?

Body snatchers?

If that's Rihanna coming
downstairs, it'll explain so much.

Morning, everyone.

Wait, wait, wait.
ls this happening?

It's happening-

About damn time.

But it won't always be
this nauseating, right?

- Suffer, bitch.
-(BOTH CHUCKLING)

Detective!

Look, I know you're bummed the
judge ignored your warning,

but he's right,
I'm no flight risk.

Why would I run?

I got the plea deal
of the century.

Any tips on how
to best enjoy freedom?

Try Mike Hayden's funeral.

All those kids he coached
should be there.

I was thinking something
more like golf.

Enjoy prison, Mr. Cole.

Minimum security.

I hear they just reseeded
the back nine.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

(HUMMING)

Did you and Major have sex?

Whoa. Aren't Brits supposed
to be repressed?

What would Judi Dench say?

She'd say we don't know a lot about the
sexual transmission of zombie-ism.

Er, in this version, Judi
Dench knows about zombies.

Did you and Major have sex?

- No.
- Good.

Not yet. You know,
people with HIV...

- You don't have HIV.
- Still,

-condoms should be...
- Let's hope.

But let me run
a few tests first, okay?

- Okay.
- You can hold off for a few days?

Maybe.

- Yes.
- Miss Moore,

can I borrow you for
a few minutes?

There he is.

- The man of the hour.
- Man of the hour?

We've been pulling bullets out
of Mr. Cole all day.

We heard you were inches away.

Yards away. Nothing heroic
about not getting shot.

Well, did you soil yourself?

- No.
- Then it's heroic in my book.

- Thanks?
- Hmm.

Our first move's clear.
We know our late friend here

was about to be the star
witness in a murder trial.

So the guy he sold out
is either very lucky

or very guilty of commissioning
the murder of a witness.

I've got him upstairs,
let's go.

Wait, now?

I haven't eaten yet.

Well, grab something out of the
vending machine on your way up.

I was kinda hoping for
something more substantial.

You've billed on dozens
of cases, Mr. Thrunk.

But when I looked at the court
records, you know what I found?

Detailed history
of court cases?

I found that you haven't been
in a courtroom in nine years.

You've got a nice office for a
lawyer who doesn't practice law.

I practice enough to know
when detectives are fishing.

Maybe.

But I've got
a couple of bites.

I know that when Harry Cole was
being shaken down by a lowlife,

Telly Levins, he killed him.

Then he called you
to clean up his mess.

But the night security guy
saw you with the body.

So now you had a problem.

See, back when Harry was alive,
he told us that's your real job,

fixing problems.

And Harry swore that when Mr.
Hayden became your problem,

you fixed him.

And that,
with Harry's tragic passing,

is inadmissible hearsay.

Anything else?

I'll take that wordless
exchange as a no.

Look, Detective,
how did I order this hit?

I was in jail.
Eyes on me the whole time.

I only made one call,
to my colleague,

which I'm sure was recorded.

Did you hear me order a hit?

Oh, we heard something.

-(BEEPS) - THRUNK: Give Marie
and Walt my Seahawks tickets.

I won't be out in time.

And one more thing.

Take care of Mr. Sheldon.

- Use the usual guy.
-(BEEP$)

Who's Mr. Sheldon, Roger?

Figure it out.

You figure
“take care of Mr. Sheldon"

is code for
“murder Harry Cole“?

If it is, and we can prove it,

Marie and Walt will be catching
a lot more Seahawks games.

I'm also tracking
the motorcycle.

Here's where
the shooting took place.

They took off heading north.

A mounted officer saw them
fly by right here.

Heading toward the water.

What if they dumped
the bike in the Sound?

I requested frogmen. We'll
see if it leads to anything.

It's gotta be Roger Thrunk,
doesn't it?

We already know
he's a murderer.

Let's not forget Harry
owed someone enough money

that a goon was sent
to collect.

The man's
a degenerate gambler.

That was kind of his dominant
personality trait, huh?

This is gonna get ugly.

Suzuki's widow
gave you a brain?

Yeah.
In a piece of Tupperware.

Like she was handing me cake.

And you think it's human?

I do.

But I can't ask our lab to test it
without saying where it's from,

and I'm already in the doghouse
for looking into Suzuki.

I can send it into
the FBI lab.

Where is it now?

It's in my freezer.

Your freezer?

What chain of custody protocol
includes your freezer?

I didn't know what the hell
to do with it.

The whole thing is nuts.

And get this.

A guy I think is connected
to the Meat Cute murders

kept going on about brains.

What guy?

The guy walking toward us

holding hands with the psychic
I told you about.

Oh, no.
Abort. Just turn around.

I'm already waving, that
would be incredibly weird.

Nut up.

LIV: Hey, you.

Didn't know you existed
outside the station.

I thought you were just put back
in your Detective Clive box.

Pull his string and he says,

“Miss Moore, please.“

(ALL CHUCKLING)

Liv, Major. This is Agent
Bozzio from the FBI.

Dale. It's nice to get a name.

In my head you've been, um,

“Girl from the morgue
who somehow makes goth work."

Oh, that is her
Native American name.

Hi, I'm
Barely Employed Arm Candy.

No. I'm Major.

You certainly are.

So, the FBI sent
you to Seattle?

How're you finding it?

Ten bucks says you miss.

What? From here?

I'm automatic
from this distance.

Put your money
where your mouth is, then.

Now you're thinking about it.

I'm in your head.

I mean, seriously? Ten bucks?

That is the sound of
a man's sphincter shrinking.

Ah, it's your money.

Pay UP-

What? I just made you look
good in front of your date.

You should be paying me.

- Oh, wait, this isn't a...
-lt's not?

Why did I pay, then?

- You're saying that I'm not
getting any or...
-(COUGHS)

(LAUGHS) It's good to see
you two together.

Last I heard,
you were broken up.

And now we're not.

Seems like romance
is in the air.

Nice to meet you.

He's not going to let
the Meat Cute thing go.

He's got the FBI involved now?

No. That's not why she's here.

Oh. Okay. Well, good.

No, she's looking into all
those abduction cases.

Abduction cases?

All those rich guys
that keep disappearing?

It's all over the news.

The Feds think it's some
Manson-y kill-the-rich nut.

BLAINE: He was frugal in life.

Perhaps in death it's finally
time he made a bold statement?

- Blaine.
-l'm discussing statuary, Don.

We've got customers.

Downstairs.

- Son.
- Dad.

I'd hoped your first visit here
would be more... Horizontal.

I'm afraid I've
got some bad news.

-(GASPS)
- Ah.

You work for me now.

Chief, you had one job.

You're gonna need a bigger box
for your employee here.

We usually just chop off the feet.
Nobody looks down there.

What do you know
about the Titans?

Perennial AFC South
underachievers.

The money I could've saved
on private schools.

Cronus, king of the Titans,
ruled the universe.

A prophecy said he'd
be overthrown by his son.

Each time his wife produced
one, he'd kill it. Know how?

Bored them to death?

He ate them.

Ah! You're hungry.

I've got a special
on color-blind electrician.

Nothing in ungrateful
parasite?

What? Me?

Zombie brains don't
do the trick.

Every zombie knows this.

Yes, but you're no longer
a zombie, are you?

The last time you dropped
by my office, I was ready.

I had you followed.

That woman who does
your makeup?

Tsk. She has a low
threshold for pain.

I know all the names
on your client list.

That pounding in your ears is the
sound of your leverage evaporating.

l am the new CEO here.

(CLEARS THROAT)

You love being human.

The food. The sex.

You always were a hedonist.

You're built for it, so...

You'll do what I say, when I say it, or...
(INHALES SHARPLY)

Back to Zombieland for you.

Got it?

Excellent

Here's your first job.

Mark Jarrett.

A rival of mine.
Needs taking care of.

You want his brain?

Help yourself
to some trade secrets?

His son's, actually. He's the
heir apparent, in on everything.

So, I get the trade secrets

and the bonus of emotionally
devastating my rival.

Oh.

So this guy loves his son?

The boy's vacationing
on Mount Rainier.

A remote cabin.
Should be easy pickings.

Well, get to it.

Knock out this assignment

and there's an employee of the
month trophy with your name on it.

Not even interested
in how I was cured, huh?

Why would I be?

Immortality suits me.
(SNAPS FINGERS)

Does this step on your plans to have
me carted off to a nursing home?

-(LAUGHING)
-(DOOR CLOSES)

Oh! Holy crap!

Chief, buddy. You're okay!

Dude, he's not okay.

He's so far from okay.

(SIGHS)

I'm taking maple bar.

You can have the field.
Double or nothing.

You already owe me ten bucks.

Did you not hear me say
double or nothing?

These are a decade
of Harry Cole's e-mails,

old yearbooks,

anything that might help us make a
connection from Mr. Sheldon to Harry.

I've reached out to Harry's widow, but
she hasn't gotten back to me yet, so...

Damn it, Wilkins!

Let's roll this one over.

Next donut out of the box
has sprinkles.

Mm-mm. Pay up.

Time to pay up, Harry.
Barber's done waiting.

(GASPS)

I know that look.
What'd you see?

Telly, the collections guy,
was threatening Harry,

telling him to pay up.

He said the barber's done
waiting for his money.

How poetic is it that
a barber sends a thug

to collect from
a guy named Harry.

How expensive are haircuts,
anyway?

Ah. Not a barber.

The Barber.

Operator of one of the biggest
books in town. Dangerous cat.

Why's he called The Barber?

Okay, that's the Lions, Bama,
Garcia for the tease...

(BELL RINGS)

There's a lot of Tigers out there,
man, you've got to be more specific.

It's gonna be about
an hour wait, son,

but I will give you a fade so
polished that it will blind you.

(CLEARS THROAT)

(COMMENTARY RUNNING
ON TELEVISION)

Got it, all set.

We're here about the murder
of Harry Cole.

Gunned down
on the courthouse steps.

My, my, my.

So, what brings you here?

Oh, for a start, he owed
you $75,000.

Not to mention, he caved in your collection
guy's skull with a baseball bat.

Yeah, yeah, listen, guys,
let me tell you about that...

Use hypotheticals
when you answer.

They're inadmissible.

How long you think I've been
doing this, Counselor?

Hmm?

Let's just say that
Harry owed me big.

Let's say he even
killed my employee.

Hypothetically.

What do you think
“let's say" means? Huh?

So, you think the smart play

is to spray downtown with
bullets in broad daylight, hmm?

Is that how
a smart businessman operates?

Ah, could be.

Anyone else who owed that smart
businessman money would be quick to pay.

From what I read in the paper,

I'd be looking at the guy your vic
was going to testify against.

I'd take that guy,
what's his name, Roger Thrunk?

Against the field.

Yeah, yeah, I kind of like
the widow, myself, though.

You know, degenerate gambler
husband destroying their future.

Maybe there was
a life insurance policy.

- You ever think of that?
- The moron's on the damn rail!

Listen, if I happen to be
right, and the widow is flush,

you have her to drop on by
and see me, okay?

What odds are you giving on the
notorious bookie Harry owed money?

Man, I don't even have
a motorcycle license.

Hypothetically.

Literally.

Thread the needle, baby! That soft
grass is nothing, it's nothing.

(COMMENTARY RUNNING
ON TELEVISION)

Gotta admit. Life insurance,
not a bad angle.

You and murderous
spouses,Clive.
Never get married.

It's just Harry's widow
keeps dodging my calls.

Even if she's innocent,
she could help us on

-the Mr. Sheldon...
- I forgot my sunglasses.

Give me Alas Poor Yorick, Edison
Lighthouse and Filly Cheesesteak

in a trifecta box in
the third at Saratoga.

This feels like entrapment.

How much are we talkin' about?

$24.

And yeah, Filly Cheesesteak's
a female in a male field,

but she's breaking from
a single-figure draw,

she's a demon on mud
and we both know

you don't bring in a jockey like Santiago
if you're just there for the juleps.

Take it.

(COMMENTARY RUNNING
ON TELEVISION)

Oh.

Silver dollar. Make it 25.

That silver dollar.
ls that a Susan B. Anthony?

Then you keep it.
Those things are lucky.

(EXHALES)

I've got that lucky
feeling today, Doc.

Give me some good news
on the safe sex research.

Oh, nothing certain yet,

though I have proven that when
you purchase boxes

of every brand of condom
available at once,

the lady at the drugstore
counter looks at you funny.

Is that a balloon animal?

Ah, yeah, clown college.

Um, I'm available for parties.

I tracked down Harry's widow,
but we've got to hurry.

Where are we going?

Shady Plots Funeral Home.

Harry's memorial service
is happening right now.

If anyone needs to know where I
am, you be sure to let them know.

Will do.
(CLEARS THROAT)

Harry would've loved
to have seen you all here.

He was a man who leaned
on his friends and

he wanted to be a man
others could lean on...

I feel dirty showing up here.

If she'd called me back,
we wouldn't have to be.

I've got some morgue business

to talk to the
funeral director about.

I'll be back.

Hola, mi amigo.

Como estas?

Join me for my last meal.

My partner is upstairs, the
detective who has a sketch of you

and wants to talk
about Meat Cute.

So you need to stay down here.

Not that I think you could
climb these stairs.

Mwa mwa mwa mwa.

Mwa mwa mwa.

That's what you sound like.

Yes, I received
the good doctor's call.

Yes, I'll stay downstairs.

Are you ever happy
you're a zombie?

You should know
that's a stupid question.

Is it?

Before I became a zombie,
I was wasting my life.

Human Blaine was a nobody.

An underachiever.
He was a, he was a joke.

Zombie Blaine, though...

Zombie Blaine was the man.

- He was a murderer.
- But he was exceptional.

Kinda miss that guy. And you?

Would you have ever become,
uh, Liv Moore,

dispenser of justice,
if I hadn't scratched you?

There's a part of you
that loves it.

You're important now.

(LAUGHS) Admit it.
I gave you a gift.

What about the visions?
Miss those?

Seeing the worst moments
of people's lives,

never knowing when you're
going to experience the terror

of feeling like you're
about to die?

Enjoy your hangover.

Are you suggesting that I killed my
husband for an insurance payout?

It's the first question they
teach us in detective school.

I'm sorry if
it sounds indelicate.

There was no insurance.

All Harry's money went
to his addiction.

As far as you know, did anyone ever
refer to your husband as Mr. Sheldon?

They couldn't have taught that
question in detective school.

He's was called many things.

Mr. Sheldon wasn't
one of them.

I'll be damned.

Calvin Owens.

He and Harry
were college buddies.

I saw him put up a 30-20 on the Knicks
in the Garden his rookie season.

- Are we done here?
- Yeah.

I'm sorry for your loss,
Mrs. Cole.

Thank you.

We should probably
go talk to Calvin.

You look like me going
to see NSYNC when I was 10.

Is this guy a big deal?

Not one week ago you were
dissecting the triangle offense

and now you know nothing about one of
the greatest players of his generation?

I know he's good looking.

We probably should
go talk to him.

Mr. Owens,

Clive Babineaux, Seattle PD.

Do you mind if I ask you some
questions about Harry Cole?

Doubt I know anything
relevant, but sure.

Harry's widow said you and
Harry were college buddies.

Yeah. We met
our freshman year.

So he was probably there when you
crushed Duke in the round of sixteen?

God, that was sweet.

Probably.
He went to most games.

Um...

Can you think of anyone
who might want to hurt Harry?

Aside from what's already
in the news?

- Not really.
- All right.

Well, if that's all...

Oh, yeah, um, that's...
That's it.

Do you want to talk
about basketball?

I just have to ask
about Ewing.

I mean,
you played him in his prime.

He was a great player.

If his knees
would've held out...

We're talking
multiple Knicks titles.

See, that's what
I'm always saying.

- Uh...
- On another front,

who you got
for the college championship?

If someone were thinking
about making it interesting?

You'd be crazy
if you didn't take Arizona.

If you don't mind,
I have a car waiting.

Oh, of course.
But before you go,

can I see the ring?
I mean, up close.

Yeah, no problem.

Go home, Harry.

HARRY: Do you want
my blood on your hands?

I've given you all I can.

HARRY: You don't know what
these psychos will do to me!

Calvin.

(GASPS)

Should I tell you the vision I
just had or do you need a minute?

(CLEARS THROAT) I'm good.

Harry was asking
Calvin for money.

He was terrified someone
was going to kill him.

Seems to point to the Barber.

What was Calvin's answer?

He said he'd given enough.

(PHONE VIBRATING)

Yes!

Nice.

Trust me, if Harry knew what
it was about, he'd approve.

(BELL RINGING)

Gentlemen.

Well, if it isn't
Filly Cheesesteak.

Get the lady her prize.

(COMMENTARY RUNNING
ON TELEVISION)

You interested in turning
that little into a lot?

Got a special
on San Antonio-Golden State.

You're not getting better than
150, San Antonio's at home.

150 on San Antonio at home'?
I'm in.

Hey, Officer, since you're here,
you got any scoop on the case?

None that I can give out.

First thing, I think we cross
off any underworld figures

given the theatrical nature
of the crime.

Jimmy Hoffa.
That's the way a pro does it.

Hypothetically.

No, no, no.
Strangers on a Train.

There's your perfect crime.

No, no, no. Perfect murder?

You get the guy you want
to get rid of to kill himself.

You just ask real nice?

Hypothetically...

You just Skype the guy
you want done.

He answers, and there
on camera, he sees his wife,

his family, his dog, whoever,
with guns to their head.

You make it clear
that it's him or them.

Believe me, he'll do it.

Gotta hit the road.
Places to go, people to see.

What about the wife
and the family?

You've got yourself witnesses.

Guess you gotta
get rid of them, too.

COUNSELOR: Hypothetically.

(BELL RINGS)

(DOOR OPENING AND SHUTTING)

(MAN WHISTLING
OH, MY DARLING CLEMENTINE)

PEYTON: Hello?

Hello?

(SIGHS)

(MAN WHISTLING
OH, MY DARLING CLEMENTINE)

Hey!

You can't be in here.

There. That's better.

Would it surprise you to know
that I've been here before?

In a district attorney's office?
Not a big shock, no.

Four times.

Every few years some DA gets it in
his or her head to make a run at me,

so I swing by to talk about
how things can go.

Are you threatening me?

Gosh, no. Actually...

Three of those former DAs,
they're doing great.

They fell into some money,
retired young,

fabulous PPO health insurance

that pays for contact lenses
and teeth whitening.

And the fourth DA?

Escapes me.

I see.

You're attempting to bribe an
assistant district attorney.

Add that to the illegal
ex parte communication,

I might have enough
to bring you back in here

to see the place
during work hours.

You are not lacking
for pluck, huh?

And I admire the work ethic.
The late hours.

And this wall thing?

But it is a little
out of date.

So maybe you only
have one source?

Who left my employ
about two years ago?

I wonder who. And I wonder
what happens to your case

if he goes away?

It's time for you to leave.

This is quite the gig for someone
two years out of law school.

The DA pulled you out
of sabbatical, right?

So with a continent full
of experts on drug law,

racketeering, and so on,
he opted for a 27-year-old.

Maybe his heart's
not quite in this.

Or maybe it's the pluck.

(WHISTLING
OH, MY DARLING CLEMENTINE)

CLIVE: Remember him?

This is the turtle
on Roger Thrunk's desk.

That's right.

I suppose he looks more like
a Mr. Sheldon than Harry.

We had a forensic team going through
everything in Thrunk's office

and some flunky showed up
wanting to feed the turtle.

So that's what "take care
of Mr. Sheldon" meant.

It was literal.

He wasn't ordering a hit.
He was getting a pet sitter.

Yeah, but things got weird.

When forensics said they needed to
call in and make sure it was okay

with me, the flunky split.

They didn't even get a name.
Why would he do that?

I saw a movie once
set in a jungle prison.

Prisoners wrote messages on the
bottom of turtles' shells.

Ah...

The things they never tell you you'll
be doing at the detective academy.

On, boy.

Babineaux!

You and that turtle
get a room.

I'm looking for messages.

I won't ask.

We think there's something
fishy about this turtle.

This is all you, buddy.

In A Fish Called Wanda , they hid
the key in the treasure chest.

Does anyone else have any
movie plots that may apply?

He doesn't have
a treasure chest.

He's got a castle.

There's something.

Well, what do we have here?

Looks like cocaine to me.

So that's why Mr. Sheldon wouldn't shut up
about taking me for a ride in his Porsche.

I think we'll bring Roger in
tonight for another chat. Youin?

Actually, I kinda have plans.

Okay, two glasses of wine.
I think I'm ready.

Doesn't get any safer
than this.

We could just wait until
Ravi finishes his research.

Nope. It's on.

High card strips.

Draw.

- What did you get?
- A two.

Liar. Show your card,
Lilywhite.

- Read 'em and weep.
-(SIGHS)

Slow down now. Make it a show.

Hey, don't you dare make
me feel cheap.

Come on. Everyone knows this is how
you put yourself through college.

(LAUGHS)

Hey, how about a face card means
you provide a little dirty talk?

We'll see. I may need
to finish this bottle first.

Wait. Let's show each other
at once.

- Build some drama.
- All right.

Three, two, one.

Well, luckily, I'm wearing
four pairs of socks.

No, sir.

Full monty.
Give me the goods.

All right. (CLEARS THROAT)

What? A G-string?

uncool

I play to win.

Now, draw, lady.

Three, two, one.

Oh.

(SIGHS) Yeah.

All right. Yeah.

That did the trick for me.

- Good night.
-(CHUCKLES)

Mr. Thrunk.

Guess I figured it out.

Thanks for playing along.

MAJOR: It was fun.

It was.

I know it's not the same as...

That's okay.

You remember the last time?

You mean, the last time we...

- That is what I mean.
- Yeah.

Laundry room.
Your apartment building.

We'd fought earlier about
how many of your teammates

would get invitations
to the wedding.

Make up sex. Good stuff.

Just a couple more days.

A couple more days.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(COMMENTARY RUNNING
ON TELEVISION)

Congratulations, Officer.

You've turned $24 into $1,500.

I'm gonna let it ride on Arizona
to win it all at 15 to one.

Arizona?

Fine. Your money.

Soon to be my money.

I have it on good authority
from an NCAA champion himself.

And who might that be?

Only Calvin Owens.

What?

Well, if there's someone
who would understand

betting on
college basketball...

MALE COMMENTATOR:
Bowman grabs the rebound,

and it's a beautiful
outlet pass to Calvin Owens!

He's going for the jam and, oh,
he can't get it to go down!

(CLICKS)

- Hey.
- Caught you.

I get it now.

You sit down here and bone up
on a few basketball facts,

then regurgitate them to me,
trying to show me up.

You got me. What's up?

Our frogmen did their dive,
they found the motorcycle.

We traced it to a visiting
Serbian national.

He and his brother were
on a flight back to Serbia

less than three hours
after Harry Cole was shot.

They've both
got violent records back home.

So we infiltrate a Serbian crime gang.
It's almost too easy.

I'm pushing the DA to extradite,
but it's a long shot.

I'm sure they were guns
for hire.

- Enjoying some classic Calvin?
-(CHUCKLES)

Doing some homework.

You remember their record
their championship season?

Yeah, they only had
a couple of losses.

35 and two. Know what they
were against the spread?

Six and 31.

If Vegas is doing its job,

most teams should be close
to .500 against the spread.

Yeah, I know how
the spread works.

Right. Well, Calvin had a bad habit
of getting careless late in games.

I think he was shaving points.

And his college buddy
was a serious gambler.

We need to talk
to Mr. Owens again.

Find out if he's got
any connections to

Nikos and Novak Slijepcevic.

I'll find
how to pronounce that.

You said it fine.

You two are out
of your damn minds.

I want my lawyer, man.

You could do that.
Or you can just hear us out.

You've been advised
of your rights.

Remain silent if you like.

I didn't kill anyone.
That's crazy.

Crazy like how your college
team failed to cover the spread

80% of the time.

You used to get the yips pretty
bad in the closing minutes.

Lots of pressure
at the end of games.

What? No good under pressure,
Calvin?

But in the pros,
those yips cleared up.

Of course, by then you weren't
short of cash anymore.

But your college buddy was.

That's why
he was blackmailing you.

"Pay off my debts,
or I'll tell everyone

“about those games
we fixed back in college.“

You could've paid him off, but
you knew that wasn't gonna end.

Not with a degenerate
like Harry.

So I jumped on the back
of a motorcycle and shot him?

Think someone might've
seen a 6'7" shooter?

The bike was registered to the
sons of Goran Slijepcevic.

You and Goran were teammates
in Milwaukee for two seasons

until he was cut for pulling a knife in
a card game dispute on a team flight.

You reached out to an old
friend to fix your problem.

Mr. Owens.

Peyton Charles. I'm with the
district attorney's office.

It would be in your best
interest to confess.

You think so, huh?

Goran Slijepcevic has had a pretty
impressive post-basketball career.

He's a war criminal.

Serbia's just getting back their
international reputation.

You think they'd risk that
to protect a family of thugs

with ties to a genocide?

We will get them extradited.

How long do you think it'll take
for them to roll over on you?

Confess and I'll keep
you out of gen pop.

There's lot of prisoners who
want to meet Calvin Owens

and not all of them are fans.

(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING)

This one.

This was my jam.

You like the music,
don't you, Grandpa?

Oh, it has been a hell
of a few days, Gramps.

Turns out we have something
more in common

than our good looks
and stellar musical taste.

Dad has figured out a way
to take over my business, too.

-(WHIMPERING)
- You're okay.

What do you say we teach
him a lesson this time?

Let him know
what it feels like.

(WHIMPERING)

Shh, just listen to the music.

Yo, Angus.

I've decided I'll do it.

Yeah, I did have options.

I'm heading to Mount Rainier. You'll
have the brain you want by tomorrow.

(MUFFLED GASPING)

Shh.

Just listen to the music.

Just listen to the music.

Did you know condoms have
a 98% success rate?

I have heard
that stat somewhere.

You gotta like those odds.

No pressure.

Come on. Come on.

(SIGHS)

Oh, damn.

(SIGHS)

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no.

RAVI: Stop what you're doing!
I'm coming in!

LIV: Ravi? What?
MAJOR: Wait! Ravi?

Whoa, whoa, whoa! Knocking!

In this house we use knocking.

Are you decent?

LIV: Decent enough.

Tell me you haven't
had sex yet.

Seems like a question you
could've asked outside the door.

.Have you?
- No.

(SIGHS)

That's very, very good news.

Zombie virus is a hundredth
the size of a typical virus.

I tested every brand
of condom, every material,

102 samples.

Zombie virus went through
all of them.

If you have sex,
Major will become a zombie.

That is not a risk,
that's a certainty.

Look, someday I'll cure it.
I will.

But until then, I'm sorry.

Thanks, Ravi. Really.

There's other stuff.

The other night was fun.

It was.

So we get creative.

We're creative people.
We'll figure it out.

Yeah. This isn't it for us.

It's not.

So, what are we doing later?
Wanna catch a G-rated movie?

Ah, I've got work.

Late night training sessions.

- But tomorrow?
- Tomorrow. Great.

- Foot rub?
- Yes.

Wait, was that an offer
or a request?

(CLASSICAL PIANO MUSIC
PLAYING)

(SNIFFLES)

Dude, guess what?

I'm reading the news
and then suddenly,

your scary-ass pops
is staring at me.

Someone kidnapped the guy.

Gimme that.

DON E.: Just like
our other customers.

I mean,
talk about luck, right?

What are we listening to?
Can we turn this crap off?

RADIO ANNOUNCER: The real estate mogul's
living room was covered in anti-capitalist

graffiti and violent
class warfare slogans,

fueling speculation that the perpetrators
are anti-corporate radicals.

In other news, the Seattle City
Council today approved a motion...

(GRUNTS)