iZombie (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 8 - The Hurt Stalker - full transcript

LIV: Previously on iZombie...

I don't think it's a good idea
for us to mix business

with whatever it is
we were doing.

I know all the reasons it
can't work but I don't care,

I want us to be
together again.

(SNARLING)

If we're gonna make any real
headway with the Super Max recipe,

we need the DNA of
a coherent functional zombie.

(GASPS)

- Oh my God, are you okay?
- I'm fine.

Hey, you! Didn't know you
existed outside the station.



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

Seems like romance
is in the air.

REGINA: I find it fascinating that
we never talk about your love life.

(TOASTER POPPING)

Morning, stranger.

Hangover cure?

Just a weird craving.
(CHUCKLES)

At least it's not
hollandaise sauce, right?

So, where have you
been sleeping, young lady?

At my, uh, boyfriend's.

What?

Since when do you
have a boyfriend?

I used to be engaged to him.
So he kinda had a head start.

Oh.



So that's happening, huh?

I mean, he's still quality,
grade-A boyfriend material.

Barely used.

Of course.

Sorry. I had the worst experience trying
to pick things back up with an ex.

- What happened?
- Oh, after a few glorious weeks,

we realized all the things that broke
us up hadn't really gone away.

But I'm sure
you guys'll be great.

I gotta run.

(CAR DOOR LOCKS)

Regina!

Do I know you?

You brought this on yourself.

Argh!

- Stay away from...
-(REGINA GRUNTING)

(REGINA SCREAMS)

Help! Help!

Help!

(SCREAMS)

You...

(BOTH SCREAMING)

Whoever you are, you messed
with the wrong woman.

-(GUNSHOT)
-(GASPS)

(MOANING)

MAN: Get in the car.
Get in the car!

Regina Sumner. Thirty-three.

She's a wedding planner who rents
office space in the building.

No camera in the garage.
No witnesses.

Killer left her wallet
and her purse.

RAVI: See these bruises?

Uh, looks like the killer punched
her before shooting her.

Oh, what did I miss?

Well, well, well. Look who
finally bothered to show up.

(GROANS) Don't start.
I've had the worst morning.

Yeah? Worse than hers?

(SIGHS)

Are you okay?

I know her.

We used to date.

I'm so sorry, Clive.
That's awful.

Found the gun under a car.
It's a 9 millimeter Beretta.

Tsk... It's my gun.

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

Super Max taste test.

Glass A, bubblegum with,

(INHALES) ooh, hint of mint.

And Glass B,

yellow.

Yellow isn't a flavor.

And you're not
listening to me.

Uh, yes, I am.

Our zombie hunter is sleeping
with your zombie roommate.

Looks like you'll be spending little
more time at your pied-a-terre.

Come on, sample. Sample.

I value your key demo input.

(EXHALES)

Ugh. Mystery solved.

Yellow represents
its urine flavor.

Can you register
some concern with my news?

You had me move in with her,

so you wouldn't get blind-sided
by this sort of thing.

Stay on task, sweetie.

(COUGHS)

Go with the urine-flavor.

So the thought of a zombie who works
for the police and hates you,

finding out we're killing zombies
really isn't worth worrying about?

Okay, so you really think she's going
to go to all her cop buddies, and say,

“Hey, everyone! Zombies exist!

"Let's go arrest all those guys
who rid the city of zombies.“

Please.

Maybe. Or maybe she just gets hungry
one night and decides to eat you.

Oh, as I know you've already
redecorated my office in your mind,

you can only hope.

I'll be going with
a mid-century vibe.

Desk facing north.
Warhol originals.

Your Elon Musk bobble-head
in the trash.

- Hmm. - WOMAN ON PA: Vaughn.
They're ready for you in the lab.

(SIGHS) I got the brains.

We both got the looks.
Let's make lots of money.

Look. Major has killed,
by my count, eight zombies.

His last three, quote-unquote
innocent zombies.

You think that's something
you tell the zombie you love?

Besides, I think I know
the guy better than you.

You do, huh?

Sure, he's training me
four days a week.

He was a bit of a Debbie Downer
at first, but he's coming around.

We have some legit man-to-mans
on back-and-bi's day.

- Oh.
- Anyway, I'm an irresistible force.

(ELEVATOR BELL DINGS)

(SOFT GROWLING)

I think you'll be pleased.

The blood sample Rita
provided us was the key.

What? Who is this?
Where's Dr. Erving?

Oh, lab accident.

Dr. Lockett's getting
his big break.

(SIGHS) They're like drummers
for Spinal Tap.

-(BEEPS) - MAN: We're
ready for the Super Max.

DR. LOCKETT: As you can see,

the test subject is struggling to
keep up at three miles per hour.

But once the Super Max
enters the blood stream...

The results are immediate.

(SNARLING)

We can crank the treadmill up
as high as nine miles per hour.

Endurance and strength
also sky rocket.

-(SNARLING)
-nu CLARK: Woah.

I'm impressed.

Considering how little cash your
typical member of the undead carries,

when will we be seeing
these results with a human?

Well, I'm still looking
for a volunteer on my team.

Seeing as how
we're still not sure

if we've eliminated
the violent side effects.

No need.

I think I've got
somebody in mind.

Please don't be
a 9 millimeter.

Please don't be
a 9 millimeter. (SIGHS)

9 millimeter.

Not a good day
for Team Babineaux.

It gets worse.

Detective Cavanaugh
is on the case.

Detective Cavanaugh?

That weasel-faced kiss-ass?

He'd waterboard his own mom
if it meant making lieutenant.

- To make lieutenant?
-(RAVI GROANS)

C'mon. I'm not a monster.

Now, for captain's bars?

I'd go full Gitmo on the old biddy.
(TONGUE CLICKING)

Give me all the gory details.

The victim suffered
blows to the face.

It was the gunshot wound
in the back that was fatal.

The bullet matches
the weapon found at the scene.

The gun registered
to one Clive Babineaux?

You can't possibly
think Clive did this.

Well, I'm just dispassionately
looking at the facts.

Babineaux was romantically
involved with the deceased.

She was killed with his gun.

He has no alibi. And here's the kicker.
The vic's phone.

CLIVE: This stops now, Regina.

Don't call. Don't text.

Don't show up at my place.

If you continue to harass me
or anyone I care about,

I promise,
this won't end well for you.

Now, can anyone in the class
tell me what that is?

Huh? Uh, oh. Why, it's motive, Mr.
Cavanaugh!

He left the message one hour
before Regina was killed.

If this case were any easier,

I'd have slept
with it in college.

So what do they really have?

Nothing but a murder weapon
registered to Clive.

And a recorded threat directed
at the victim from Clive.

And so what
if he doesn't have an alibi?

I don't have an alibi
for her murder, either.

(SIGHS)

No. Wait. I do have an alibi.

Witnesses, too.
Airtight, really.

So we can cross you
off the list. That's good.

I'm just gonna
eat this brain for fun.

Clive doesn't even
need our help.

Might as well plan
your wedding to Major

while you're on this wedding
planner brain. Kill two birds.

- I just had a thought.
- What?

What if you have a vision of
having sex with Clive? (GASPS)

You might see his 0-face.

Really?
That's where your mind goes?

I bet it's super angry.

(LOUD GROANING)

So?

Who did it?

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

- Agent Bozzio.
- Ah, first names, please.

Dale, uh...

This is my boss,
Ravi Chakrabarti.

Ravi... Dale.

How's Clive doing?

I only got to talk to him
for five minutes.

They've had him in
interrogation most of the day.

He wanted me to show you this.

The, uh, dead girl,
what's her name?

Regina Sumner.

She left that on
my doorstep last night.

It's worse than we thought.
Clive was married to the girl.

He does always
blame the spouse.

That's a mostly photoshopped history
of a mostly fictional relationship.

He only went out
with her a few times.

The woman was an obsessive stalker,
crazier than an outhouse rat.

Oh, no, Liv.

(EXHALES)

You Okay?

I, uh, just feel
something coming on.

Maybe you should try to
go throw up or something?

No. I've gotta be
strong for Clive.

Wedding announcement.
Save the date.

RAVI: Wait. That doesn't
look photoshopped.

- DALE: Oh, it's not.
- Clive plays piano?

Beautifully. He's got
one in his living room.

You've never been
to his place?

Nope.

Clive has a strict church
and state policy

with regards to his work
and personal life.

Clive cooks?

Cajun cuisine mainly.

His grandmother on
his father's side taught him.

No! It can't be...

Oh, yeah. Clive's
a huge Game of Thrones fan.

You want to really
set him off?

Yes, please.

Ask him what George R.R.
Martin is dcing right now.

(GASPS)
We don't know this man at all.

Maybe he is a murderer.

We should check his basement
for human remains.

Ravi...

Oh, this one's
clearly photoshopped.

Clive's hands aren't white.

At this point,
anything is possible.

Clive asked me to bring this by, he
thought it might spark one of your, uh...

- Visions?
- Yeah.

Can you leave it with me?
They don't happen on command.

I've gotta hand it over
to Detective Cavanaugh,

or it might be
viewed as obstruction.

Worth a shot.

So, Fatal Attraction brain.
That's gonna be fun.

I don't feel anything at all.

Hey, would it be weird if I got
Minor a tiny Seahawks jersey

and on the back
it said, “Ruff L. Wilson“?

Who's the bitch
using your shower?

- Uh... - Or did you suddenly
switch to Sinful Diva shampoo?

"For the shine
that gets him to notice you"?

Oh. That's Ravi's. Smell it.

(SNIFFS)

It does smell like Ravi.

Are you okay?

I'm going to plead
temporary insanity.

Hey, a little jealousy
makes a guy feel wanted.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

Little late for a text,
isn't it?

But let's not overplay it.

LIV: This isn't you, Liv.
It's the brain.

You know this.

Put the phone down
and get back in bed.

You don't know
his pass code, anyway.

(GROANS)

Or maybe this is a sign.

(BEEPS)

Liv?

Who's Rita?

You went through my phone?

“Yesterday was so hot.

"Hope there were no security
cameras in that elevator."

- I can't believe that you...
- Here's another good one.

“Three rounds in one night.
That's my kind of triathlon."

Give me back my phone.

"You up?" She sent that one the night that
you showed up at my place begging for help.

I'm so glad I could be there for you
when your booty call fell through.

Or did you come
to my place after?

- That's not what happened.
- Oh, or should we give Rita a call?

Put her on speaker,
maybe get some confirmation.

- Don't, don't do that.
- Answer the question! Who's Rita?

She was meaningless.

All right, she, she threw herself
at me during a real low point

and it ended the moment
that we got back together.

Wait, (STUTTERING)
I don't deserve this.

(SIGHS)

It's this brain I'm on.

Apparently the woman was an unhinged
stalker. I didn't know when I ate it.

Going through my phone
was not okay.

It won't happen again.

I can fight this.

(INHALES DEEPLY)
I'm already late for work.

(SIGHS)

(BEEPING)

You have a safe
in your closet?

- You're back.
- I didn't like how we left things,

so I came back to apologize.

When did you get the safe?

I got it when a giant zombie
broke into my place last year.

Open it, please.

- No.
- Why not?

Because you just promised
you'd fight the brain.

Prove you meant it.

(SIGHS) I meant it. I'm sorry.

(EXHALES)

His nostrils are flaring.

Tell me if fire actually
comes out of them.

Can you read lips?

I don't have to.

When a cop makes the front page of
the newspaper as a murder suspect,

that cop's getting suspended.

Don't worry
your pretty little head.

Ravi and I? We've got this.

- We do?
- You got what?

This. You!
You're in good hands.

Vision here. Vision there.

Some good old-fashioned
police work.

Bibbity bobbity boo.
You're cleared of all charges.

No. Not happening.

If you happen to have a vision that
solves the case, take it to Cavanaugh.

If they find you're out there
on your own poking around,

we'll all go down.

Like Robb Stark.

We're gonna help.

You want us flying blind,

or maybe you wanna
open up, this once?

Just give us
some basic details.

(EXHALES)

How'd you and Regina meet?

At a wedding a few months ago.
She was the wedding planner.

We hit it off.
Went out a few times.

She fell for you, but you, big
man, couldn't be tied down.

You broke her heart.

Why? The intimacy?

- No. -l'm not talking about
what went on between the sheets.

I'm talking about
emotional intimacy.

Two people connecting.
Falling in...

She was a badge bunny.

- A what?
- A badge bunny.

A woman who sleeps with cops.

Something about the badge
turns them on.

I have a badge.

All she wanted to talk
about was my job.

She wanted details
on the cases.

She wanted me wearing my holster
when we were, uh, intimate.

She wanted to hold my gun.

Mmm-mmm.

That's when I ended things.

And that's when things
got really crazy.

Uh, phone calls in
the middle of the night.

Emails. Texts.

She wanted closure.

Why is that so hard
for men to understand?

- How'd she get your gun? - Stolen from
my place the night before her murder.

She wanted to have something
you touched against her skin.

Whose side are you on?

CHIEF PRICE: Babineaux.

Let's see if taking your
badge away cheers me up.

Come on.

Regina was suing a client.

She made it sound
like it was pretty ugly.

I'd start there.

If Cavanaugh hears anyone else from the
Seattle PD is questioning witnesses,

we'll all be collecting
unemployment together.

Che dothras,

che drivos.

- What does that mean?
- He knows.

Karma Cleaners & Alterations.
This is the place.

Regina planned the owner's wedding,
and then sued for unpaid fees.

But remember,
we don't know that.

All right, what's the plan?

We'll wing it.
You ready to do this?

Yes, and...

And what?

"Yes, and..."
It's the first rule of improv?

It's what keeps
the scene moving forward.

Try not to talk.
You willing to hold my hand?

Yes. And...

Hey there. How can I help you?

I'm Julie Walker and this tall
drink of water is my fiance.

Shawarma Parachanchetabarka.

We've just started
wedding planning.

We're thinking
of hiring Regina Sumner,

her assistant gave us
a list of references.

Uma and Matthew Voss, owners
of Karma Cleaners, were on it.

Well, I'm Uma.

They listed me as a reference?

I guess nothing should
surprise me about that woman.

Anyway, you're in luck.
She was murdered.

No!

That's terrible.

My husband and I spent our
life savings on that wedding,

and Regina was
totally incompetent.

We fired her
before the actual event,

but she still showed up in the middle
of the reception, drunk off her ass.

Made a pass at my husband
and puked on my dress.

Then she had the nerve
to sue us for unpaid services.

That's awful.

- Hey, honey.
- Hi.

This is my husband, Matthew.

This is Julie
and her fiance...

Can you remind me
your name again?

Yes, and...

Everyone just
calls him Brando.

Brando, I'm Matthew Voss.

Matthew. Or Mr. Voss.
Not Baby.

- Not Sugar. Not Lover.
- REGINA: Baby...

You're sending
this to my wife?

I told you, we're over.
We're done.

(GASPS)

Uh...

How'd you get away with not
buying your girl a rock?

Uh...

I just... I'm picky.

I want something
unique, memorable.

Ooh, like your ring!

Thank you.

It was my grandmother's.
It's one of a kind.

LIV: Aw.

UMA: You be safe
out there, baby.

Regina was having
an affair with Matthew.

I knew it! That badge bunny!

In my vision,
Matthew was holding

a scrapbook that
looked just like Clive's,

and he said he couldn't
believe she'd send it to Uma.

We know Clive didn't kill his
stalker, but maybe Matthew did.

Exactly. He was yelling at Regina
and then, he tossed the scrapbook

over a railing
covered in padlocks.

That's Love Locks Bridge!
Couples put up locks

as a symbol
of their everlasting love.

We should
go find that scrapbook.

Can I have my hand back now?

Die with the con, Liv.

LIV: No, it's Voss. V-O-S-S.

He's a beat cop at the 12th.

All morning?

You're sure? Okay, thanks.

(PANTING)

- It was down there!
- Nicely done.

Just the same as Clive's,
but with Matthew's face

photoshopped
into the pictures.

See? Another fake
save the date.

Here.

The same wedding photo.

Most importantly,
no water damage.

It was raining a few clays ago, so
your vision must have been recent.

I think Matthew
could be our guy.

- No. He can't.
- What? Why?

I already called the dispatcher
from the 12th precinct.

Matthew was on a call
at the time of the murder.

You could have led with that.

Look, this photo again.

Matthew's face photoshopped
onto the same body as Clive's.

So who is our original guy?

I don't know. But I'll bet
his initials are W. P.

- You had a vision?
- No.

Etched on this padlock
with a heart. R-S plus C-B.

Regina Sumner
plus Clive Babineaux.

R-S plus M-V?

Regina Sumner
and Matthew Voss.

R-S plus W-P.

So, it seems Regina took
N.W.A's biggest hit literally.

I ran the plates to the SUV

and it belongs
to someone in the Seattle PD.

It's an official
police vehicle.

The badge bunny strikes again.

- Who's our mystery cop?
- No clue.

The Seattle PD
own a thousand SUVs,

and there's no online record as to
which cop drives which vehicle.

Then it's another dead end.

For the time being.
But then I asked myself...

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

What if this car was parked
outside Major's all night,

and I wanted to find out who
the nasty ho was who owned it.

"Last week during
the Chilly Hilly bike race,

"the driver of a black SUV, pissed because
he had to slow down for cyclists,

"plowed through our group,
running us off the road.

"Later, when we stopped for lunch, the
SUV doubled back and ran over our bikes.

"Below is his plate number. If you see
the vehicle, tweet me its location.

“He needs to be
taught a lesson.“

I'm impressed, and frightened.

You don't
mess with Seattle cyclers.

Hmm, or Liv Moore
on stalker brain.

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

Oh, you like Major's post about the state
cutting funding for homeless shelters.

I see right through you, lady.

-(KEYBOARD CLACKING)
-(DOOR OPENS)

LIV: Hey.

Well, look who's
home for once.

LIV: You slut!

Um...

What are you doing?

Making a list of all the women who comment
or post on Major's Facebook entries.

This is bad, huh?

It isn't good. Why?

I started out
just looking for one name.

But once
I started poking around,

I started noticing all these chicks
throwing themselves at my man.

Oh, "So true, Major.
Violence is bad."

“Keep fighting
the good fight.“

Classic whore line.

"A bunch of us are going out for karaoke.
You should come with."

Toss your
panties at him, Jezebel.

Wow! (SNORTS)

Who were
you originally looking for?

Some slut named Rita. She sent
him all these desperate texts.

“Come do me, Major."

He showed these to you?

I found them on his phone.

Bold move.

Did you confront him?

He said this desperate Rita
chick threw herself at him

when he
was at a real low point.

What am I doing?

This isn't me.
I'm not this girl.

(WHISPERING) Major
doesn't deserve this.

I don't know.

Sounds to me like
he deserves to be punished.

All the responses
to my cycling post

are just people sharing their own
horror stories about drivers.

It hasn't even been 24 hours.

CLIVE: (CHUCKLES)
Finally. Some friendly faces.

I just met with my union rep.

Good news, if I'm convicted of
murder, I won't have to pay dues.

I brought dinner, po' boys
if anyone's interested.

Yes! Don't leave town, yeah.

Po' boys? Are those from that
Cajun place near your house?

Yeah. You two
love that place, right?

We do! We should
all go there some time.

It's really
more of a takeout joint.

Oh.

What's it called?
You never told us.

Uh... Grandma's.

Yeah.

I'm pleased to see the two
of you still work here.

It means you haven't gotten yourselves
suspended for doing anything silly.

Define silly.

Mouth on fire!

Oh, Sorry.
That one was for Liv.

(GRUNTING)

Hmm. Mine's a little
uninspiring. How's yours?

I'm neither overwhelmed, or underwhelmed.
I guess I'm whelmed.

LIV: Hmm.

Grandma must
have lost her touch.

All right. I hope the two of
you have enjoyed yourselves

and the last two Grandma's po'
boys you'll ever consume.

No!

Why did you keep it a secret?

You figured Shaft never cooked for
his friends, so neither could you?

It's adorable.

And there it is.
Need I say more?

Yeah, I figured
I'd find you down here.

So. Who took it?

- Took what?
- The evidence from my desk.

I didn't take anything
from your desk, Cavanaugh.

Neither did we.

Oh, bummer.

I was hoping we could have an open and honest
discussion and then maybe, hug it out.

Exactly what sort of evidence
do you believe we've stolen?

Nice try.

Whatever.

It's your careers.
Enjoy civilian life.

Or jail.

What did I tell you about
making this worse for me?

I have no idea
what he was talking about.

Everything we've done so far has
been completely by the book.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

(MUMBLES INCOHERENTLY)

Ah! Jackpot! We've got a hit.

I'm gonna need a slim jim, a
black hoodie and a head lamp.

- What exactly...
- The less you know, the better.

(SIGHS)

Clive.

What's George R. R. Martin
up to right now?

Not writing.

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

LIV: Bingo!

Come on. Come on. Who are you?

(CAR DOOR UNLOCKS)

(CAR DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(ENGINE STARTING)

(CELL PHONE RINGS)

Chief Walt Price speaking.

It's Detective Cavanaugh here. I'm
afraid I've got some bad news.

That evidence I told you about?
The scrapbook?

It's gone missing. Babineaux
must've gotten to it.

Damn it, Cavanaugh! How the
hell did you let that happen?

It was in my desk,
someone could've...

You're killing me, Cavanaugh.

If that scrapbook gets out,
it will end my marriage.

Call me when you've found it.

(CELL PHONE CHIMES)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

You're in a world of
trouble, young lady.

Get comfortable.

Chief of Police says, uh, you're
gonna be with us a while.

FEMALE PRISONER: Fresh meat!

Um... I have
some dietary requirements.

Can a doctor
bring me my meals?

Sure.

When would you like
your masseuse to swing by?

Yo, guard.
Where's my masseuse?

I'm guessing a private cell
is out of the question?

It's a safety thing.

You'll be fine.

I know I'll be fine.

FEMALE PRISONER: Hey! You talk
to my PD about my case, yet?

I've got rights.
Cops busted me for weed,

but I've been arrested
for that before.

That's double jeopardy!

You can't charge me for the same
crime twice! This is America!

(BUZZER)

How are you feeling?

Hung"!-

I hadn't eaten
since my first helping.

Channeling a crazy stalker hasn't
exactly been good for my love life.

They won't let me
bring you any...

-...sustenance.
- I know.

You're not getting out
until Monday morning.

Chief W. P.
Is making sure of that.

They've made it
pretty clear to me.

Major is down in Ellensburg at a
basketball tournament with his team.

He hasn't
returned my call yet.

- Don't tell him I'm in here.
- Liv.

There's nothing Major can do.
He'll be back tomorrow night.

He won't be happy with us.

- Please.
- Okay.

Hmm, got some interesting
news back from the lab.

Turns out there were two different
blood types at the crime scene.

One of them
belonged to Regina.

They're going to take blood from
Clive to see if it's a match.

- It won't be.
- No.

But it won't
necessarily exonerate him.

We get eight more minutes.

What do you
want to talk about?

Oh, what's the best
American album of all time?

I say, it's Pet Sounds ,
by the Beach Boys.

Can we just sit here?

Eight minutes of silence is
just what the doctor ordered.

(SIGHS)

FEMALE PRISONER:
Weed's legal in this state.

In case you ain't heard,
I'm a law-abiding citizen.

It's a war on the poor. I bet if I had a
real lawyer, instead of one of those,

"One will be appointed to you“
public defenders,

ya'll all be
singing a different tune.

(WHISPERING) Shut up.
Shut up. Shut up.

Six ounces! Six ounces!
And my doctor prescribed it.

(CHANTING) Ferguson! Ferguson!

FEMALE PRISONER 2:
Go girl, you tell 'em.

Oh, baby. We need
to get you out of there.

12 more hours. I can make it.

I worry about you.

Well, I'm likely
unemployed now, so...

Silver lining, my inner stalker
has left the building.

You can invite
some girls over tonight.

Play some Twister.
See if I care.

These girls I'm inviting over?
I'm warning you,

they're basically
adult film stars.

And not even
the under contract ones.

I'm talking
the anything goes kind.

I'll be here
when they let you out.

I can't wait.

(HEAVY SNORING)

(SNARLING)

FEMALE GUARD: Olivia Moore?

- You've been released.
-(BUZZER)

(GATE OPENING)

There she is!

Oh.

Yeah,
that smoothie is for you.

They let you out a few hours
earlier than expected.

Major's all the way across town,
so I offered to pick you up.

Plus, I knew
you'd be, uh, peckish.

So much better. Thank you.

Oh, who am I...

Oh, all we had on hand
was leftover Regina.

I figured it was better
than starting the Apocalypse.

To you and me, maybe.

Not sure Major
will feel the same.

I tore this out of the scrapbook I
found in the back of Price's car.

I only had a few seconds so I
just went for the back page.

See? It's Price
in the original shot.

Hold on.

Regina's ring. ls that...

What?

Unique? Memorable?

One of a kind.

Let's go solve this case.

MAJOR: Come on, bossman.
Two more.

(GRUNTING)

(DU CLARK PANTING)

(GROANING)

(MAN GRUNTING)

Yeah we get it, we get it, big boy.
You're working hard.

Hate to break it to you, you being the
owner of the company and all, but,

all that sugar and caffeine in
energy drinks just makes you crash.

Super Max
is no energy drink, my friend.

It's a revolution
in liquid form.

- Right.
-(LAUGHING)

Max it out.

Why? You were
burnt out on a half stack.

I got Super Max coursing
through my veins, my friend.

I'm TNT. I'm dynamite.

MAJOR: All right.

(CLEARS THROAT)

As your trainer,
I can't recommend that...

(DU CLARK GROANS CONTINUOUSLY)

(LAUGHS AND GROANS)

Look in my bag.

Those are for you. In case you need
a leg up during your night job.

I'll give it a try.

Whoo! Ah!

If you take nothing else away from
our time together, let it be this...

(MAN GRUNTING)

Grunt again! Grunt again!

Grunt again, you big baby!

(BELL RINGING)

Hi. ls the owner around?

I'm the co-owner.
Something I can help you with?

Uh, we're looking
for Uma Voss.

Oh yeah, that's my sister.
She's in the back. I'm Karl.

- Karma Cleaners. Karl, Uma.
- KARL: You get it?

Hey there,
more wedding questions?

The devil's in the details.

What happened to your neck?

I, uh, got in an accident.

What kind of accident?

Who wants to know?

Senior medical examiner,
Ravi Chakrabarti.

We're investigating
the murder of Regina Sumner.

Any idea why we have several photographs
of your murdered wedding planner

wearing your engagement ring?

It seems the killer was
wounded during the attack.

We'd love to get some blood
samples from the two of you.

You know, just to cross you
off the list of suspects.

Your brother seems to have
some place he needs to be.

(RADIO STARTS PLAYING)

Come on. Come on.

(KARMA CHAMELEON
PLAYING ON RADIO)

Here's what
I don't understand.

You found out about your husband's
affair a week before the wedding.

And that's why you fired her.

But you married him anyway.

So what happened?

You get
the scrapbook in the mail.

All these photos of Regina
cavorting with your husband,

and you decide,
that bitch has got to die?

Why not kill your husband?

He's the one who promised in front of
friends and family to be faithful.

He was faithful.
That scrapbook was fiction.

We know they had an affair.

They slept together
a couple times.

But it was before the wedding.
Matthew confessed to it.

He's been faithful ever since.

So why'd you kill her?

The why is easy.

Regina slept with her husband, stole
her grandmother's wedding ring,

filed a lawsuit against her, then sent
her a scrapbook rubbing her nose in it.

I didn't kill her.

Fair enough.

Why did you
have your brother kill her?

It's his blood
at the crime scene.

He's not talking, though.

That's a loyal brother.

You gonna let him spend the
rest of his life in prison?

I didn't know Regina was the one
who stole my engagement ring.

I only found out after she
sent me that scrapbook.

The plan was never
to kill her.

UMA: I just wanted to scare her, get her
to stop harassing me and get my ring back.

(KARL SCREAMING)

Karl was going to slap her around,
put the fear of God in her.

But then,
she pulls out a knife.

REGINA: Whoever you are, you
messed with the wrong woman.

-(GUN SHOT)
-(GASPS)

UMA: She was
going to kill my brother.

LIV: But you returned
to her body

long enough to pull your ring
off Regina's dead body.

CLIVE: You sure
you want her badge?

That's a lot of police work
for an assistant M.E.

All's well
that ends well, right?

Confession.

No police involvement. No one needs
to know about that third scrapbook.

Hmm. (SNICKERS)

Yeah, well, you know what they
say, happy wife, happy life.

Get it all down.

The length of your brother's
sentence probably depends on it.

That guy you came in with,

is he really your fiance?

Smart.

Every man cheats.

They can't help themselves.

(UMA SCRIBBLING)

(CHUCKLES) Wait till you see the pictures
of the kids with their trophies.

(BEEPING)

(SIGHS)
What're you doing, Liv?

There's something in there that's going
to break my heart. I can feel it.

I thought this brain
was wearing off.

I was starving
when I got out of jail,

and stalker brain
was all we had on hand.

I know you're in there.
Somewhere.

How do we fix this?

You open the safe.

You promised you'd fight it.

I tried and I lost.

I'm begging you.
Open the safe.

(SIGHS)

(BEEPING)

LIV: My engagement ring.

I thought for sure you'd sold
that when I gave it back to you.

I couldn't stand the idea of
anyone else ever wearing it.

Besides, I never gave up hope
that you'd want it back.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)

(BEEPS)

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