iZombie (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 9 - Cape Town - full transcript

LIV:
Previously on iZombie...

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

We need to make zombie rats
to test whether or not

this Utopium can truly lead
to a zombie cure.

I could be with Major.

That was the tainted Utopium
Max Rager combination

I was going to use
to make the cure.

We are back to square one.

LIV: Someone is going around
the city taking out zombies.

MAJOR: You and I
are going to be fine.

Being with zombie me is different
than being with old me.



What about Liv?

How extreme do her personality
swings get?

RAVI: She can be a bit mercurial.

This brain I'm on, apparently the
woman was an unhinged stalker.

We have to be totally honest with
each other this time around.

(WOMAN WHIMPERING)

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

Get up, bitch.

Prey on the weak.
Feast on my fury.

(YELLING)

(GRUNTING)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

I'm The Fog.



And tonight...

I'm thick with justice.

(SINGING CHEERFULLY)

(HUMMING)

(CHEERFUL SONG
PLAYING ON RADIO)

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

How can you not see that you're
the one who is in the wrong here?

While I was sleeping, you used
my finger to unlock my phone.

You snooped through my texts. You
sent a text to a girl I used to date,

a girl I told you
I ended things with.

If it's so over, why is she texting
you half-naked photos of herself?

Oh, my God. This fight
is freakin' Groundhog Day.

I can't keep saying the same
thing over and over again.

Then how about you just try
telling me the truth?

Okay, so keep doing
the thing I've been doing

-for the past five hours.
-(SCOFFS)

No “pfft!" There's no "pfft!“

All right, you should've been
able to see from your snooping

that I haven't texted her
since we got back together.

How do I know that you didn't
call her from a landline?

Because it's not 1987.

I can't help this, Major.

One minute, you're
defending your actions,

and the next,
you're blaming the brain.

- Which is it?
-lt's both!

From one minute to the next!
It's both!

You think
it's dizzying to witness,

imagine what it's like having
that go on inside your head.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Sorry for interrupting round
3,008, but we have a body, Liv.

(DOOR CLOSING)

I was afraid
this would happen.

You were afraid someone
would find a grown-ass man

wearing a cape in the back
of a garbage truck?

Pretty specific fear.

Everyone on the force
knew this guy.

His name is Chris Allred,
AKA The Fog.

He was a high school shop
teacher by day, but at night,

he put on a costume
and patrol the streets.

He considered himself
a real-life superhero.

So he was crazy?

I'm sorry, Seattle has a vigilante
crime fighter called The Fog?

How did I not know about this?

Oh, we've got a few
superhero wannabes here.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

I've gotta take this.

- Babineaux.
- Sorry if we kept you up last night.

I'm just glad the body we're
working on is not Major's.

I spent the night worried
you were going to rage out.

"Hell hath no fury like a zombie on stalker
brain thinking she's been scorned.“

It wasn't just thinking.

- He got a text from...
- Oh, my God.

Don't. Please, stop. No.

Apparently, The Fog foiled
a mugging last night.

The victim is still at the
station looking over mug shots.

I'm going to head over
to talk to her.

Got a good chance one
of the muggers is our killer.

Well, climb on in,
start scooching him forward.

Are you serious?

Were you thinking
I'd lay out the body bag out

and wait for
The Fog to roll in?

(CHUCKLES)

RAVI: Cause of death is blunt
force trauma to the head.

But the guy was a mess.

Contusions at various stages
of healing,

ribs that look like he broke
a different one every week.

The Fog certainly took some
licks for the greater good.

Ravi, the most
this guy ever did

was momentarily
distract criminals,

who were shocked to see
a grown man in tights.

I disagree.

I think it's noble to go out and
pursue danger to protect the innocent,

to be an active
symbol of hope.

To show the world that one
person can make a difference.

I just think
it's kind of ridiculous.

Would you say that to Batman?

If he were real, yes, I would.

You should be a little
more open to this.

I mean, we don't know which of Chris Allred's
personality traits will be more dominant.

Shop teacher
or superhero wannabe.

Will you start rappelling
down the sides of buildings

or should I expect
a personalized spice rack?

I don't think my relationship
can take another minute

of stalker brain,
so I'll take either.

I don't know,

it looks to me like you have
the makings of a hero.

(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING)

Excuse me?

Do you know what time it is?

It's time to be honest.

That is some lackluster
effort, buddy. (LAUGHS)

I'm not saying you had to bring
your A-game, but, yeesh!

Ah.

For future reference, I think you're
a guy who can probably just get away

with saying "Hi"
and introducing yourself.

As a man who's mentally
assembled his own utility belt,

I find The Fog's impressive.

Carabiner hooks.

Oh!

- Giant marble.
- LIV: Marble?

Always handy.

Mace. (SNIFFING)

No. No, wait.

It's chloroform.

And the handiest
of crime-fighting tools,

duct tape.

Our mugging victim
ID'd her assailants.

They were both in the system.

LIV: They're not
in the system.

They are the system.

Yeah, not really following.

There are bad people
in this world.

We put them in cages,
expect them to change,

they never do.

So no spice rack, then.

Great. So I spoke
to each mugger's P.O.

and got a last place
of employment.

Turns out, they work together.
Wanna go check them out?

I make time for justice.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

There is something not right
about this place,

- I can feel it in the air.
- Coming through.

Look at that.
Now, that's a tree.

WORKER: Twenty feet
of noble fir.

LIV: That Santa,
I've seen him before.

That's Mr. Boss.

He's head of the biggest
crime syndicate in Seattle.

So all this Santa
delivers to our city

is crime.

Can I help you, Detective?

Do you know these two men?

Carlos Rena and Jerry Byrd.

No. I can't say that I do.

Do you know anything about
a vigilante crime fighter

who called himself "The Fog“?

- The Frog?
- The Fog.

No, I don't. What exactly is
a "vigilante crime fighter?“

You know what he is,
a superhero.

A selfless defender of those
who can't defend themselves.

I see.

I don't want to pretend
I know how to do your job,

but it just seems to me,
your best bet

would be to aim a floodlight

into the night sky
with his logo burned into it.

I'm sure he'd find you.

He was murdered last night.

His body was discovered
not too far from here.

(SIGHS) This city.

Well, I should get
back to the kids.

We don't want them to find out
the truth about me, now, do we?

You know,
that I'm not really Santa.

- He was toying with us.
- Yeah, I got that.

I already have a ccuple of unis checking
the muggers' last known residence.

Maybe we'll get
something there.

lam going to end you!

Wait. Wait, wait, wait,
wait, wait. (GROANING)

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Do you always find
tic-tac-toe so riveting?

The Fog, he was attacked
by another guy in a costume.

Tic-Tac-Toe Man,
or something.

That's Hashtag.
I'll bring him in.

- He's another joker in a mask.
- You know where to find him?

All you have to do to summon
Hashtag is to hashtag Hashtag.

DON E.: He's dying.
You gotta help me.

We usually wait till
they're all the way dead

before bringing
them down here.

- Who shot him?
- This is so bad.

This is so bad,
you got to do something.

Damn it, Don E.

I'm a brain dealer,
not a doctor.

(CHUCKLES)

Who is this poor sap?

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

Do you know who this is?

Yeah.

And what the hell were you
thinking, bringing him here?

“Super Dead," that's just
too awkward to say.

“Help me, Super Dead.“

Ooh! “Mighty Whitey!“
What do you think?

I think I would be the Ku Klux
Klan's favorite superhero.

Fair enough.

What do you think
about calling yourself

“Doctor Power"?

-"Dead Power"? "Doctor Dead"?
-(INDISTINCT RADIO CHATTER)

How about “Snow Woman"?

Because you're
ice-cold, right?

Potentially deadly and...

A woman. Clever.

Ideally, the name
should be symbolic

and correspond with your
aesthetic and/or powers.

Okay.

Give this one a moment.
Don't say no right away.

“Ol' Scratchy"!

This city needs
more than a symbol.

Yeah, just keep saying
stuff like that.

I'll follow behind you, jetting
notes for the graphic novel.

- You?
- Twins. I'm Scott E's brother.

RAVI: You've got
the system a bit backwards.

Your job is to take
the bodies away.

Well, lucky for all of us,
this body ain't dead yet.

Oh, my God.

I think we're already
too late.

No. There's a heartbeat.

Barely.

RAVI: We are not
an emergency room.

We're not equipped for this.

This man is dying, and your first
thought is to bring him here?

Actually, my first thought was to call
you and have you come to my place,

but I had some concern
you wouldn't show, so...

He's deteriorating
to bradycardia.

There's no way he'll make it.

(INHALING DEEPLY)
Well, there's one way.

(MIMICKING FINGER SCRAPING)

Now, before you get
all self-righteous,

know that this dying man,

he's the only person who knows
where to find tainted Utopium.

The real stuff, the stuff
left over from the boat party.

So if he croaks, so does
our hope for a cure.

Why should we believe you?

What can I say? It's gonna
be a gamble on your part.

Liv, I can't move forward
without more tainted Utopium.

I simply can't.

Scratch him,
and by this afternoon,

you will have all the tainted
Utopium the good doctor needs.

Not to mention, that this cat'll
still be amongst the living.

He may rather be dead.

Tick-tock, Doc.

Hey, let's get some mojitos.
You know, celebrate.

The next shift is showing up
here in 10 minutes.

This would be
rather hard to explain.

Gotta zip you back up, friend.

Down you go.

We'll stop by your place later
to check on him

and to pick up
the tainted Utopium.

BLAINE: Look forward to it.

CLIVE: Thanks for
coming in, Hashtag.

We know you had a fight
with The Fog.

We know you threatened
to end him.

- Oh, that... That was nothing.
- You sucker punched him.

- He had it coming.
- Why's that?

The Fog thought he was
the king of the superheroes.

Always bad-mouthing me
to the others.

Then I find out he's got a
super-team and doesn't ask me.

Do you know how many
marketing opportunities

I was going to lose out on
if I wasn't included?

- You ever hear of Snake Bite?
- No.

But I bet you can name everyone
in the Justice League, can't you?

- Well...
- HASHTAG: I rest my case.

Why was he assembling a team?

I only heard that The Fog thought
something big was going down

but couldn't handle it alone.

I didn't get any details.

Do you know who else was going
to be a part of this, uh, team?

(WINCES)

I did get shot, right?

Gut shot. Yeah.

- It was gnarly.
-(EXHALES)

At least
I know I'm not crazy.

- How are you feeling?
- Fuzzy.

Really friggin' hungry.

Yeah, about that.
Why don't you have a seat?

How familiar are you
with the movie...

- Dawn of the Dead?
- I've seen it.

Remember how that group of survivors
barricaded themselves inside of a mall?

Yeah.

You're what's
outside of the mall.

You're a zombie.

You were dying, and in
an effort to save you...

Well, we had a zombie
scratch you.

I may have buried the lead here.
Zombies are a real thing.

So the fact that I crave...

Brains?
Yeah, that's a zombie thing.

But fear not,

everything's gonna be
just fine.

If you follow my instructions,

you'll have all the brains
you need.

I need brains.

Sorry, wow. (CHUCKLES)

I am really rusty at the
"Welcome to Team Z" speech.

I should've made pamphlets.

Um...

You need to eat brains
in order to stay functioning.

If you don't, your mind goes...
(SPLUTTERS)

Your flesh decays...
All the... All the tropes.

But you don't need to
worry about that.

I give you brains.

You get a spray-tan,
a box of hair-dye

and you just
keep on keeping on.

(SIGHS)

Tell me what I need to do
to get these brains.

I love that can-do spirit.

(CHUCKLING)

(HUMMING)

(SIGHS)

Ghost Cobra. Gray Area.

Superfly. Mega Fist.

Blue Swallow.

Detective Babineaux
needs your help.

And someday, you may need his.

Think of him
as your Jim Gordon.

I'm not your Jim Gordon.

That's right.
He's his own man.

Detective Clive Babineaux.

Remember that name.

Your friend in the Seattle PD.

Now what was it
that made The Fog

want to form a super-team?

The Fog heard Mr. Boss was
bringing in a shipment of guns.

Mr. Boss, huh?

Yeah. He said
they were big-ass guns.

So, what was the plan?

We really didn't get to
the “hearing the plan" part.

Mr. Boss? Guns?

That's some
super-dangerous stuff.

You disappoint me.

Yeah,
that's what The Fog said.

(SIGHS) I'm sorry,

I work at a cold-pressed
juicery during the day.

I'm not taking on
a crime lord.

Oh.

Okay...
I'm sorry to interrupt.

Um...

The body of one of your
muggers was just discovered.

(DOOR CLOSING)

(SNIFFS)

Where's the body?

I have no idea how they got him
up there without anyone noticing.

How tall do you think
that tree is, anyway?

20 feet of noble fir.

His throat was slashed.

Mr. Boss's calling card.

All right, he was hung on the
Christmas tree post-mortem.

I've got something.

"447, North Palmetto Street.“

447, North Palmetto...

That's the address for Mary,
our mugging victim.

Why would the guy who tried to
mug her have her address?

My guess is
he was afraid Mary

saw him and his buddy
kill The Fog.

He was hoping to get rid of
any evidence against him

before Mr. Boss
got wind of it.

There's a reason
Mr. Boss's men

never get brought in
on murder charges.

He kills them first.

Doesn't like them to have
the opportunity to talk.

I better send a unit
to Mary's house.

No disrespect to the deceased,

but I vote for
making this snappy.

Blaine should have our
tainted Utopium by now.

You're here just in time
for Drake's first feeding.

(CHUCKLING) It's intense, man!

To eat brains or
not to eat brains?

That is the question.

It's a bit of an
acquired taste.

You couldn't flavored it up
a bit for him?

Sorry. The quality of all the meals
has really gone downhill here

since someone's boyfriend
offed my chef.

Poor Don E. has been reduced
to eating pepperoni pockets.

That's much better. Thank you.

And I guess I should thank you
for saving my life too, huh?

You may want to wait
a couple weeks.

See if you still
feel grateful.

So, we'll be taking
that tainted Utopium now.

Yeah, some bad news
on that front.

You said he knew
where to find it.

No, he... He does...

It's just more in a general
sort of way.

Drake, why don't you share your
story with our friends here?

Yeah, uh, old high school buddy of
mine, Vic, he was a drug dealer.

- He's an associate of mine.
- And mine.

He got his leg blown off
in Afghanistan.

So when he got home,
he couldn't find a job,

started dealing.

Street name, Pogo. 'Cause he had
one of those springy fake legs.

One night he calls me
from the trunk of a car.

Basically, him and this
other dealer, Larry,

they swallowed a bunch of condoms
full of Utopium in its powder form.

They were trying to
smuggle it into Ibiza,

sell some,
party with the rest.

Except someone
must've found out,

because when he called me,

he was 100% sure
he was gonna die.

Steal from Mr. Boss, you're
taking your life in your hands.

He was able to kick
the taillight out.

Last thing that he saw
was the Jensen Water Tower.

Then I heard the gunshot.

So we have two bodies
packed full of tainted Utopium

buried in a shallow grave somewhere
within sight of that water tower.

So we start digging.

It's a needle
in a haystack, man.

How do you know
whoever buried him didn't...

...extract the Utopium
themselves?

Because Mr. Boss
was still looking for it.

How did you end up shot?

My associate Don E. has been
trying to locate this lost batch.

He learned Drake
might know something

and let that information
get into the wrong hands.

Whoops.

- Something's burning.
-(OVEN WHIRRING)

(GUNSHOT)

(sun COCKING)

(GASPS)

Someone went on a little trip.

We need to leave.

- Clive.
- There you are.

I got a lead on
our second mugger.

Carlos Rena is a diabetic.

If he's hiding from Mr. Boss,

he can't go home
to retrieve his medication.

I found a cousin
who's a registered nurse.

I sent a car to his house

in case Carlos tries to
get his insulin there.

I'm afraid we have more
dangerous fish to fry.

We do?

The Fog was right
about Mr. Boss's gun shipment.

I saw one of his elves
blasting away.

We need to get down there,

and bust him before the guns
make it onto the streets.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa.

Calm down a second, okay?

We can't just raid a place.
There's a protocol.

First comes probable cause.
Then comes the warrant.

I'm the probable cause.

Liv, you know how this works.

Judges don't issue warrants
based on psychic visions.

- We can't...
- S. CAVANAUGH: Babineaux.

The uni you sent to check on
your mugging vic?

He's saying the door was
wide open when he got there.

The place was ransacked.
No sign of her.

(SIGHING) This is what I'm...

(CHRISTMAS CAROL PLAYING)

-(GUN COCKS)
- Oh, no, no!

(GASPS)

(GROWLS)

Hey, there. It's okay.

It's going to be okay.

(SNARLS)

(STRAINING) Stop, please.

There are these people,

they're forcing me
to hunt zombies

or they'll kill my girlfriend.

- She's a zombie, too.
-(NATALIE GROWLING)

(GASPING)

So, you're the bogeyman?

The bogeyman?

The person taking out zombies.

My pimp told me
there's a bogeyman

out there thinning
the zombie herd.

Your... Pimp?

I was a call girl.

The normal, human kind...

Upscale clientele.

Then this mystery man
contacts me.

We have our date.

And the next morning
I wake up,

and guess what sounds
tasty to me?

- Brains.
- Exactly.

Then this John drops back by,

welcomes me to “Team Z.“

And explains
that I was a zombie now

and in exchange for the brains
I needed to survive,

I would have to service
his zombie clients.

That's horrible.

Yeah. I literally got screwed
into becoming a zombie hooker.

Before that, it was
all on my terms.

I screened like crazy,
weeded out the skeezoids,

had some generous regulars.

"Work a little, make a lot,
live my life."

Pre-zombie,
I went to Japan... Twice.

Cambodia, Malta...

I spent three weeks

taking pictures of the Bay
of Kotor in Montenegro.

- So, you took all these?
- Yeah.

Maybe my choices were
different from most people's,

but they were mine.

I liked my life.

And I guess you can't just
get on a plane now, can you?

Even if I could,
my savings are gone.

I get paid in brains.

I have sex for food.

Try living with that
for a while.

And these zombie men have me
whenever they want me.

And...

I spend the rest of my time
hating myself and showering.

So,

if you wouldn't mind
giving me my gun back

and skedaddling...

You don't really
want to do that.

How badly could you
want to die

if you spent an hour
untangling Christmas lights?

I was setting a mood.

Being a zombie hooker
is horrible.

Being a zombie hooker
when you've eaten the brain

of a Benedictine nun?

Or a man with dementia?

That is an extra level
of devastating.

(SNORTS) A few weeks ago,
I shot a deer.

I started being a vegan
when I was 16

and hunter-brain made me
kill Bambi.

(SIGHS)

You have
a zombie girlfriend...

I'm sure you've seen
what these brains do to her.

It's coming
into sharper focus.

I'm either being controlled
by a pimp,

or I'm being
controlled by a brain.

I've had it.

My gun?

What?

Do you want the honors?

(GATE SLIDING)

(ENGINE RUMBLING)

Do you know how much Max Rager
I used to drink?

I basically kept them
in business for years.

Then you're part
of the problem.

(CHUCKLING)

I'm making my way down this
list as slowly as possible.

I mean, I'm 99% sure that
when I make it to the end,

they'll just kill me
and my girlfriend, too.

Ah, there's gotta be
something you can do.

The guy who owns the company
thinks he walks on water,

-that he can charm anyone.
-(SIGHS)

So I'm trying to figure out
a way to use that.

You sound like the sort of quality
boyfriend I've only heard about.

Yeah, I wouldn't be too sure
about that.

You're doing all of this
to keep your girlfriend safe.

She's got
to appreciate that.

Ah, she doesn't know.

I can't tell her.

Liv would try to stop Vaughn.

I'd end up getting her killed,
and I can't risk that.

I won't risk that.

You know, it's like
a cult over there,

and he is their messiah offering
up immortality in a can.

I'm working on a plan,
but in the meantime,

I have to keep
abducting zombies,

taking them away
from their families,

and proving
I'm a good soldier,

and I'm pretty sure
that Liv would find that...

...reprehensible.

I know I do.

You're not ripping me away
from my life or loved ones.

I've have no one
and I already want to die.

(CHUCKLES)

This should be
your easiest job.

CLIVE: We know a lot
about you, Carlos.

We knew you'd show up at your
cousin's looking for an insulin fix.

We know you fought with The Fog
on the night he was murdered.

The woman whose bag
you tried to steal

identified you
from your mugshot.

She told us
The Fog rescued her.

I didn't kill anyone.
I didn't mug anyone neither.

Your so-called mugging victim,
Mary Contreras...

Yeah, I know her name.

She wasn't some school girl strolling
down the street with her big purse.

So you know,

there was over 50 grand
in that bag...

...none of it hers.

Explain.

She'd just walked into a high stakes
poker game at Mr. Boss's place,

pulled out a Glock

and robbed some of the city's
most dangerous men at gunpoint.

We were chasing her
down the street

when we get jumped
by that Fog guy.

I'm The Fog.

And tonight...

I'm thick with justice.

What the hell?

(GRUNTS)

The girl is your killer.

And it's not her first,
won't be her last.

So Mary killed your partner?

She's coming after you
because you're witnesses?

No. That was Mr. Boss.

Me and Jerry were on security
at the poker game.

We screwed up,

and Mr. Boss has a low
tolerance for screw-ups.

It's got a buffer
recoil system.

That way,
when you're shooting,

you don't have to worry
about jerking your neck.

It's kind of a dream.

Unless of course, you don't like
long-range, accurate shooting.

Now, I showed you mine...

Who the hell are you?

(GRUNTS)

Find her!

Come on.

(GRUNTS)

(LIQUID SLOSHING)

(LIV GRUNTS)

(MUFFLED YELLING)

-(SILENCED GUNSHOT)
-(GASPS)

Okay, seriously...

(SCOFFS) What are you
supposed to be?

I'm the nightmare
before Christmas.

(YELLS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

-(CHOKING)
-(PANTING)

What are you?

Just a girl in a mask
doing her civic duty.

They were going to kill me.

Call the police.
I'll tie these guys up.

(GRUNTS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

Whatever you are,

I don't want you
coming after me.

(GUNSHOT)

(WHIMPERS)

(WHIMPERS)

You're welcome.

(CHUCKLING)

I have a favor to ask.

Anything.

If this doesn't work...

If the cure doesn't happen...

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

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

Not like this.

(CHUCKLES) And definitely not
like one of those mindless,

drooling monsters
you see in the movies.

There's going to be a cure.

And you'll be sending me
postcards from Tasmania...

But if there isn't...

You'll make sure?

Promise me.

I promise.

So, is this an "in the arm"
kind of thing or?

Uh, the neck is best.

You don't have to worry.

It's not like
it's going to hurt.

RAVI: Liv.

Liv. You okay?

Judging by the bump
on your head,

you were clocked
pretty good.

Whoa. Slow down.

Did they already arrest
everyone?

Arrest who?

Mr. Boss's thugs.

The guys buying the guns.
Where are the guns?

Did the police take them?

I haven't heard anything
about thugs or guns.

I was called
because of the body.

Mary Contreras.

The mugging victim?

Clive believes she's the one
who killed The Fog.

She was going
to kill me, but...

Mr. Boss to the rescue.

Yeah.

He's also the one
who phoned the police.

He's at the station
with Clive now.

The woman you shot...

I've been told she's been
dropping in

at high stakes poker games,

robbing your friends.

Who told you that?

If that's true, no one
has looped me in.

As I told you, I stopped by the
warehouse to pick up my Santa suit,

and I saw that woman
about to shoot your partner.

- Liv?
-lt's a Christmas miracle!

What did you do with the guns?

I'm sorry? Guns?

There were crates
of .50 caliber rifles.

Your minions
were selling them.

My minions?

I'm a CPA,
I'm not a super-villain.

I don't know anything
about “minions" or guns.

The only illegal activity
going on in my warehouse

was trespassing.

There was a suitcase with
what looked like

hundreds of thousands
of dollars.

And visions of sugar plums
danced in her head.

Liv, Mr. Boss says

that Mary Contreras
was about to shoot you.

Is that true?

Liv?

- It's true.
- Well, then...

(SIGHS)

For what it's worth,

I'm not planning on pressing charges
against her for trespassing.

It is the holiday season.

It turns me into a big softy.

(WHISTLING CHRISTMAS CAROL)

(SIGHS)

Let's hit the road.

Where to, boss?

Let's see what Mrs. Claus
is up to.

How can you not get this? It
doesn't matter what you saw.

You work
for the police department.

You can't storm into a place
without a warrant.

That's why I wore a mask.

Someone needed to take action.

How'd that work out for you?

What if Mr. Boss hadn't
shown up when he did?

Why was he even there?

Don't you think
it's suspicious?

(SCOFFS)

You've done some
crazy stuff before,

but this is too far
over the line.

And that's on me.

You're not a cop and I've been
treating you like one.

Clive...

You and me?

This strange relationship...

It's over.

Clive.

I need this.
This is my one thing.

Sorry, Liv.

(CHRISTMAS CAROL PLAYING)

Spiced apple cider!

A holiday staple.

I'm not here to fight.

I've done some soul-searching.

And I think I get it now...

You know, the brains,
and how they affect you.

I want to be more empathetic.

You have got blood
in your hair.

Is that a bullet hole?

Hmm.

Shop teacher brain
was a little intense.

Yeah... I saw on the news.

He sidelined
as a superhero.

You know,

maybe there's a way for you to
get brains that are a little...

...milder.

You know, I was reading
about some research

that's been done
on synthetic brains.

Now, it's a long way off...

I'm not eating
synthetic brains.

Well, they might work just like regular
brains but without you having to...

What? Serve a purpose?

If I have to eat brains,

I'm helping solve murders
while I'm doing it.

Okay, look, obviously
this brain is affecting you.

There it is.

You think you get it now,
but you just don't.

This isn't the brain, Major.
It's me.

You know, I'm sorry, but how am I
ever supposed to know which is which?

Can we just be honest
for a moment?

We both know, deep down,
that this can't work.

Being a zombie has changed me.

You love the woman
I was before.

You tolerate the woman
I am now.

Who you are now
is only temporary.

This brain is temporary.

But...

The not being able to have sex, the
day-to-day personality changes,

that's the new normal.

And that's what neither one
of us is okay with.

We're not.

The truth is,

we belong with our own kind.

Is this...

Are we breaking up?

We have to.

It isn't going to be
like this forever.

Ravi is going to find a cure.

Maybe.

Be careful out there.

(DOOR SHUTS)

(MOUSE SQUEAKING)

(PHONE BEEPS)

The subject maintained
a normal state for 162 days.

The reversion to zombie form
was sudden and complete.

There were no warning signs.

If the cured rat regressed
to zombie form,

it's more than likely
that at some point,

the cured humans will as well.

The reversion also casts doubt

on all working theories
about the cure,

muting whatever hopes
we've been able to muster.

And if hope is indeed lost,

what's left for our zombies
to live for?