iZombie (2015–…): Season 3, Episode 6 - Some Like It Hot Mess - full transcript

Previously on iZombie...

The scratching post.

Let's get up and running.

We don't have any customers yet.

Make some.

Do like our name says, "scratch"

It won't be long
before you have an episode

too severe
for that inhaler to help.

I've developed a serum
that could potentially undo

the memory loss that accompanies
the second zombie cure.

You should find someone
to keep an eye on you.



In case things take
a sudden turn for the worse.

- What's the work?
- Nothing.

I'm sorry about what this
means for your friends.

Take me to the police morgue.

He needs the cure. Now.

I take the cure, and everyone I've
ever known is wiped from my memory.

It's time.

I'm gonna miss you guys.

Do you know what time it is?
You're late. Again.

I am so sorry, Ron.

I had a last-minute DJ
set at the Rockfish,

but I forgot my vinyl and the
promoter kept yelling at me.

Yvonne, clearly you like
drama, so how about this?

Keep this up, and you're fired.
Dramatic enough?



It's okay, Ron.
I've got it.

Sorry, Ron!

Thanks, Joel.

I swear, I didn't know
how late it was.

- Can you...
- Don't worry, I'll talk to Ron.

Joel, you're the best.

After this, there's a great
after-hours thing at shindig.

We're going, me and you...

Wait, Yvonne, you heard Ron.

No more drama.

Right.

No more drama.

I promise.

- Yvonne Fallon?
- Yeah?

Oh, my god.

Ah...

Mmm... my god...

Oh, god, it's so good.

Mmm...

Peyton.

The hospital.

Oh, my god,
and so creamy... mmm...

Okay, I'm glad you're human

and are again able to experience
the concept of flavor,

but can we at least
dial down the noises?

Clive.

Coach Reeves.

Aw, minor!

Low blow...

Oh, my god.

It's the crunch with the salty
and the chocolate.

Boom!

And we'll stop here.

No lingering zombie
signs, that's good.

Liv, hear that? The cure worked.
I'm human again!

But it also
turned you into a baby?

His reunion with human food
has been intense.

But the good news is, his
memory seems intact thus far.

Yeah. I remember everything.

Including last night. Which
was, you know, spectacular.

Still in the room.

Yeah.
Also, complicated, but I...

Okay, no, I can't have this conversation
with you looking like this.

And also I need to get home.

Right.
I got things to do, too.

Oh, there you are.
Where've you been?

Watching a newly human
major Lilywhite

disgustingly consume
several gallons of ice cream.

Wait, major took the cure?

- How's his memory?
- So far, so good, but it's early.

Ooh la la.

Looks like someone's raising
the bar on breakfast.

Good luck topping this one.

That sounds like a dare.

Maybe because it is.

So, uh, maybe now that
this is a thing,

we can agree on, say, an MPAA
rating for communal spaces?

Sorry.
We'll keep it pg.

Liv?

Is she having
a small stroke, or...

Zombie vision.
It'll pass.

Or not.

You okay?

Yeah. Sorry.

That went on forever. Were you
having sex with sting, or...

Just this brain I've been on.

Ravi soaked it in some blue solution,
part of his memory research.

The visions are intense, which
was fun for a while, but...

God, I'm tired of having other
people in my head, you know?

Clive.
Gotta get to work.

Yvonne Fallon,
grocery store check-out girl.

Hair dryer in tub.

I feel pretty safe saying cause
of death was electrocution.

Suicide?

Nope.

Look. There's a piece
broken off the dryer,

and there's a chipped tile,
here.

Small piece of the hair
dryer, breaks off the tile,

landed here.

Someone threw it in.
Probably from around here.

I saw it... And I got
it, what's your point?

- The point is it's garbage!
- What the hell's going on?

We found it in the trash. The
baseball signed by Thurman Munson.

- Can I keep it?
- No. Bag it and log it.

That's what
I told him, detective.

The roommate's calmed down.
She's ready to talk to you.

So Barb, you found the body?

Yes. I was at my
boyfriend's last night

and when I got back this
morning I found her like that.

Had you known her long?

A year.

I met her on craigslist.

I inherited the house from my grandfather
and rented out the spare room.

There were no signs of forced
entry, she likely knew her killer.

You know her friends?
Boyfriends?

No. I'm a homebody.

She was
a party-all-night type.

She was always wrapped up
in some drama or whatever...

You saw her room?

Bit of a mess.

That's what she was...

A hot mess.

Sounds like
it could be exhausting.

Sometimes, kinda.

Yeah, she was messy,
self-centered, dramatic,

kinda scatterbrained,
usually late with rent.

It was like having a real-life soap
opera play out in front of you.

Oh, boy.

Hot mess club girl
brain, you say.

That's the word.

Okay, so, Mr. Hannawalt is
closed up and shelved.

Report is somewhere.

Thank you. You can head
out with Clive now.

Oh, before you go, I'm
rejiggering the memory enhancer.

I'm emailing you a list
of ingredients I need

from the medical supply
near your apartment.

Could you bring it in tomorrow?

Sure.

I can't find my cell phone.

Ravi, can you be a total stud
and call it for me?

From the drawer?

I'm so sorry, Ravi.

I was doing the science stuff, but this
new Tove Lo single is just so intense.

Scalpel, please.

That's the woman
I told you about.

Around 9:30 last night,
she walked in, and...

Anyone recognize her?

Uh-uh.
And believe me,

everyone watched it.

I'll need a copy of the tape.

- Oh, my god, ice ship?
- Ice ship?

Clive. The bar downtown?
So cool...

Yvonne put that up.
She was DJ'ing there.

She DJ'ed at ice ship?

Hashtag, my kind of cool bitch.

I told you, she was so talented.

She could've been a star
if she hadn't been murdered.

It so sucks when that happens.

Clive, we have to go to ice
ship, it's just like the bomb.

And, also for clues and stuff.

Watch the machine gun nest.

Good. You still know your way
around battle of Pegasus.

Nazis are the bad guys, right?

Nachos, gaming.

We talk girls, it'll be
like old times. Nazi!

So, Liv?

Yeah. There's still
something there, you know?

But I'm human again,
so we're back to square one.

Or two. Or I've lost
count of the squares.

Nazi!

And stuff with Peyton?

She made her choice with Blaine,

I probably drove
her into his arms.

Nazi!

I left a lengthy apology
on her voice-mail.

How'd she respond?

She didn't.

I remember girl talk
being more fun.

Oh, the bunker, do your thing.

And we're dead.

We throw grenades.

Drop behind the wall.
Remember?

Right. Right. Right.

Brain fart.
Let's run it back.

So, we have a development...

You have a development?
I have a development.

This case I'm solving?

I think she was killed
for being awesome.

Murdered by haters.
Literally.

You have any kind
of enhanced water?

I don't think so.
Listen, Liv...

Ravi, please can you run out?

I've been doing crime stuff all
day and I really need a water

with like, extra stuff
and molecules.

Liv.

Major seems to be slipping.

He didn't forget me, did he?

Major?

It's me, Liv.

Remember?

We used to be engaged.
And...

You became a zombie,

then I did.
Now I'm not.

It's complicated,
but yeah, I remember...

Complicated.
That is so us.

We've always been complicated.

It's okay, he remembers me.

Yeah, but not minor,
his old football coach,

or our coordinated bunker
attacks in battle of Pegasus.

We should do shifts, checking
in to make sure he's okay.

Did you get the stuff
for blue solution?

The memory enhancing fluid I've
been working on. I emailed you.

Sorry.
I'll get it tomorrow.

You're not mad?
Say you're not mad.

Hey bro,

I'm trying to run a club here.

Vibe matters,

and this is not a good vibe.

- What can I get you?
- I'm fine.

C'mon. On the house.
Anything. What do you want?

To be human again.

Well, things are tough all over.

Not entirely.

My dad owns an airline,

and my trust fund
kicked in last year.

I can get you $1,000,000,000
in cash. Now.

For a cure.

Yes!

Back in the club.

Liv, I get you're
on this crazy brain,

but don't forget
we're police on the job.

No problemo.

I should probably take the lead on
this, right? Since it's more my scene?

- Not really.
- I think this is our guy.

Are you Sage Denning?
The owner?

- Mr. grumpy at the front bar said we could find you here.
- Yeah?

Liv? You might remember me,
I used to come here?

80s remix night?

- Uh...
- Oh, also, we're the police.

Detective Babineaux, Seattle pd.

Homicide.

We're investigating the
murder of Yvonne Fallon.

Yeah. We heard about that.
Terrible.

So she was DJ'ing here?

Yeah.
Off and on.

I just hired her. My wife, she
handles the day to day stuff.

She could probably tell you
more about her. Trish!

There's some cops
here about that DJ.

Trish!

Hmm.
Let me text her.

Who's that?

I'll bet he remembers me.

That's our head bartender, Nels.

The DJ stand's back there, so he probably
hung out with her more than anyone.

Trish says we're out of Sambuca,

she went out for more.

I'll question Nels.
Wish me luck.

Why?

I'm usually pretty busy
back here,

so I can't really tell
you much about her.

There must be something.

She was annoying,
she was always flirting,

always playing
some sort of angle.

It felt like she was hosting "the
Yvonne show." Or something...

Pepper vodka?

Do a shot with me!

It'll loosen you up.
C'mon.

By order of Seattle pd.

Nels, you seem very perceptive.

I'm perceptive, too, so I can
tell when other people are.

Did you sense anything about Yvonne?
Trouble, or...

You know what I sensed?
That she was a crap DJ.

I DJ myself, so I know.

I don't even know
how she got hired.

You're a DJ, too?

Okay, so here's her check stubs.

She started last month.

All right!

C'mon this one's for you,
Clive! All right!

It's a party, let that
caboose get loose!

Would you excuse me?

Liv, what are you...

Are you drinking?

It's a questioning technique.

Loosening him up,
forming a bond.

That's not how we do things.

I don't play
by the rules, Clive.

Nels, we're dry.

More pepper vodka...

Nice going, Clive.

There's gotta be more,
it's a bar.

She's new.

If I were pepper vodka,
where would I be?

Pepper vodka!

Ah. Pepper vodka.
Pepper vodka.

Let me guess.
Trish?

Slapped anyone
in a grocery store, lately?

Look familiar?
A certain video?

Hashtag mystery slapper?

This is Trish, who was
not out getting Sambuca.

But hiding out back there.
Hashtag case closed.

I was in the storage room,
what's the big deal?

You were seen on a video
assaulting Yvonne Fallon

just hours before
she was murdered.

- Wait, what?
- And now you're hiding from police questioning.

That's the big deal.

Okay, yeah, I hid 'cause
I thought you'd recognized me,

and I didn't want the hassle.
Okay? Satisfied?

No.

Why'd you slap Yvonne Fallon?

She slept with my husband.

Is this true?

Not exactly. And it wasn't
a big deal, anyway.

You guys need to rethink what
qualifies as a "big deal."

You've already lied to me once.

Let's say we had
relations of a, uh...

Sexual nature.

Translation, she did
the old Bob on a...

- Liv.
- Men are pigs.

- I've got some stories for you.
- Liv, just...

Where were you around
midnight last night?

I hope for your sake
you have alibis.

Well, I was here.
Working.

Can anyone verify that?

Our bar-back Jen was there...

Jen?
"Oops I forgot my bra" Jen?

Nothing happened!

- Where were you?
- I was at Tyler's.

Ooh, the plot thickens!

What were you doing at Tyler's?

- "Stuff of a sexual nature."
- Stop.

Jen, who?
Tyler, who?

Portling.

And Tyler Mitterland.

This should go without saying,

but don't leave town.

Oh. Hello.

Oh, god. Major...

- Eh?
- That is not funny.

You sure about that? Ow!

I'm sure.

Come in.
I'm mid-project in here.

What's all this?

Well, if major as we know him
is gonna vanish soon,

he should really make
some proper goodbyes

to the important people
in his life.

Leave something behind
to remember good old major.

Is good old major planning on
new major being a real dick?

If only to make people
appreciate good old major.

The guy was a sweetheart.

I'm cool with that.

As long as he doesn't speak in the third
person like good old major used to.

Yeah, good old major
was pretentious in that way.

Hmm...

Dear god. Is this Ravi
envelope tear-stained?

All right. You can't shame me.

I'm pouring my heart out.

I want people to know
how I felt about them.

God, good old major
was a softie.

I don't see one here
for sue and Dalia.

I tried.
I just couldn't.

There's just too much
to deal with in a letter.

You'll feel better if you do it.

Here...

In case you forget.

Pretty thin.
What's it say?

I'm not going to tell you,
the whole point is...

'Cause it's bad?

It's bad.

You don't want to tell me
'cause it's bad.

Oh, god.
I'm a terrible person.

Everything I put you through.

Liv.

Spoiler alert.

That letter, it says that good old
major loved you like no one else ever.

This is so totally
a moment, right?

And you won't even remember.

- Liv, I...
- Don't speak.

This might be our
last time as us.

Let it just be.

Liv...

Shh.

Just be.

Sent.

For when you forget.

All aboard for walla walla.

Last call
for walla walla, Washington.

You smell that?

That's the smell of the
breakfast game being elevated.

Morning, Ms. Moore.

How are you this fine...

I don't know, just life.

Why does it have to be unfair?

Just, major, and this murder
case is so, ugh...

It's just like
life is just against me.

Sorry to hear that?

Sorry. This brain
is big on drama.

Is that the dominatrix case?

You're prosecuting Weckler?
I worked on that one.

Clive's case? Oh, that's right,
you're in the autopsy report.

That's all?

I only solved it
basically single-handedly.

Where's my credit?

I'm not sure Clive can put the
stuff you do in police reports.

I guess.

Strange case.

He confessed even though you
didn't have much hard evidence.

I bad copped him.

He folded like that.

- Hmm.
- Oh, crap.

- What?

I was supposed to get ingredients
for Ravi's memory solution,

but I keep forgetting.

Can I print this list out
on your printer?

Yeah sure, go crazy.

This brain.
I'm just, scrambled...

Oh, speaking of which, how're
those eggs coming, maestro?

It's getting there. Sage...
Where's the Sage?

Sage?

That woman slapped you because
you slept with her husband?

After all I do for you, you go out
and just screw some random guy,

and his name is Sage?

Nothing wrong
with a little salt.

Excuse me, ladies.

I gotta get going.

This case just took
a hashtag tizz-urn!

Enjoy breakfast.

Liv, here's your...

Did she need this?

Just answer the question, Joel.

When did you find out Yvonne was
sleeping with Sage Denning?

I... Sage Denning?

His wife's the one who slapped Yvonne
at the store. Did you know about that?

Don't take all day, Joel. These
lights are giving me a headache.

Yeah, I knew.

I stopped by her place after work.
She told me.

So you went to her place
the night she died?

You failed to
mention that before.

What was the purpose
of your visit?

Just... I knew she had
a rough day.

And I promised
to loan her some money.

How much money?
What for?

A thousand.

She said she needed it.
I didn't ask her why.

And she told you
she slept with Sage Denning?

When I asked her who that woman
was who slapped her. Yeah.

So you show up with the money
and a bottle of wine.

You were expecting a little
something extra for your effort,

- weren't you Joel?
- Wine?

- What makes you think...
- We're detectives, Joel!

We detect things!

No joke.

Does anyone have, like,
an aspirin or ibuprofen?

As Ms. Moore was saying,

it appears you were hoping for
something beyond friendship.

You were totally into Yvonne,
but she friendzoned you.

She wanted your money,
but she didn't want you.

She didn't even take the money.

- Why not?
- I don't know, she just said she didn't need it.

- Or me.
- Ugh. Nice creeps are the worst.

- Men are garbage.
- Liv...

Not you, Clive.

You're the best.
You know that, right?

This is Liv, leave me a message.

Liv, it's Ravi.

There's a sample tray at your
workstation with just a spleen in it.

Maybe you know
who it belongs to.

Call me. Thank you.

Hard at work.

Same old Ravi.

You don't look happy to see me.

I prefer non-alive guests here to
remain quietly on their shelves.

Still got it.
King of the slams!

If you're looking for brains,
I can't help you.

Sorry, goodbye.

Nothing so small-time. I'm bringing
you an amazing one-time deal.

I've got a client
at my nightclub.

Trust fund kid.
Loaded.

Zombie life doesn't agree
with him and he's down.

Moaning how he wishes
he had a cure...

Okay, I see.
My answer is still...

For one dose, he's offering
$100,000.

We can split, 50-50.

50k, that buys a lot of...

Sweaters, or whatever
it is you're into.

What do you say?

Same answer.

No.

It's not even a functional cure.

You know well as I do,
it's got serious side effects.

What, like this "memory" thing?
That's a load of crap.

What do you mean?

I mean Blaine's faking.

Why do you think that?

I don't think it, I know it.

Open your eyes.

Blaine loses his memory and just like
that, all his problems are gone.

He's got Mr. boss
off his back,

his brain business is raking in dough
since there's no cure for being a zombie,

And, oh...

Now "clean slate,
nice guy Blaine"

can put the moves
on that hot assistant D.A...

Without having to answer
for his very shady past.

Once, I heard him in his
office, on the phone.

He said,

"relax, man,
you sound like John."

John was this guy we used to know.
He worried a lot.

He got murdered a year ago.

How can Blaine remember John

if he has no memory?

There's lots of people
named John.

I mean, I know at least three.

Clearly we run in different circles,
because I've only known one.

And he worried a lot.

But hey, I get it.

Blaine's your buddy now.

Keep it in mind.
50-50.

- This is Liv,
leave me a message.

Voicemail full.

Voicemail full?
For god's sake, Liv...

Uh, Ravi?

Um, right here.

Hey.

So, I'm on the dominatrix case and I
only have a summary of the autopsy.

Could I get a full report?

Of course. Just, let me...

So, um, Peyton. Actually...

I... I heard something,

that I feel I need to,
you know, pass along.

It's about Blaine.

What did you hear?

That Blaine is faking
his memory loss

as a way to leave
his problems behind.

Get a new start.

I wasn't going to say
anything, but...

If it's true,

then the cure works.

And if the cure works,

well, you know what that
would mean for Liv.

Where'd you hear this?

A guy, from Blaine's old crew.

No doubt a paragon
of honesty and integrity.

I know how this sounds.

I thought about
not even telling you, but...

You should've stuck with that.

I just, thought you should hear.

And I did.

Nice guys are the worst.

So, Sage was with you
until 2:00 A.M.?

Got it.
Thank you, Jen.

Bye.

You know?

- What?
- About these creepy nice guys.

I need a wipe.
Do you have wipes?

Wipes? No, Liv.
I'm trying to work.

I know I have
my license here somewhere.

Does a gym card count?

Tell you what,
forget the license.

We do this off the books, I'll
give you a grand for the ball.

Otherwise, better
luck next life.

- Where'd you go?
- Happy days pawn shop.

She sold a baseball for $1,000.

The same amount
she asked Joel for.

What else did you see?

That wasn't enough?

Finally.
You got the stuff?

Yeah. Sorry,

lots of detective stuff,
so it took a while.

Wipes.

The police place is disgusting.

Enhanced water.

I got one for you, too.

And...

You forgot the ingredients
for the blue solution again.

God, Liv...

I am so sorry, Ravi.

Clive's been so needy on this
case, he's just like, bleh...

Why are you even here?

Isn't it your shift
monitoring major?

- Liv.
- I had to come here.

Clive needed me.

I left major my name

and number and who I am,
if he's confused,

and no new messages,
so he's probably fine.

Your voice-mail is full!

He's not here.

And his travel bag is gone.
He must've gone somewhere.

- Where?
- He might not even know,

his memory could be
totally gone by now.

Okay. You're major.

Your memory is disappearing,
where do you go?

- Bill?
- Hey, Dalia.

Listen, we got a call from
the people at the bus depot.

A young man was wandering around
with no belongings and no ID.

Didn't seem to know
who or where he was.

I went down to pick him up,
and, well,

look who I found.

Major?

Hey there.

Hey.

Look!

- You brought food!
- Hmm. I did.

Thai me up, Thai me down.

If you insist.

Mind if I down some of this pad Thai first?
I'm gonna need the energy.

Hmm. Funny man.

So I dropped by
the morgue today.

I needed some information
on a case from Ravi.

Yeah?

Yeah. Uh, Ravi came at me with this
whole elaborate conspiracy theory

that you've been faking your
memory loss this whole time.

I'm starting to think
that guy has a crush on you.

- What's his theory?
- I guess, one of your old

running buddies was in his ear.

I didn't run with
a real trustworthy group.

Yeah. He said you just wanted
to keep your business going

and win me over.

Hmm.

Absurd, right?

I mean, he knows what happened
to major since he took the cure.

You know what this needs?

Pinot.

Major took the cure?

When?

Couple days ago.

Liv said his memory
has started fading.

It's heartbreaking.

Yeah... that's how it goes.

Poor major.

So?

So, what?

It's not true, is it?

No.

I mean, I didn't even think
you expected an answer.

Right.

I mean, it doesn't even
matter anyway.

What doesn't matter?

It's just...
This is you, right?

'Cause if this version
is the real you,

then does it matter
how we got here?

So even if I faked
losing my memory,

you wouldn't be a little mad?

I don't know.

I'm just...

I'm so happy right now.

How's the curry shrimp?

- I have good news.
- The shrimp's amazing?

Oh!

Major is going to get
his memory back.

And the good news
doesn't stop there.

This is me.

This version of me,
small business owner,

amateur lounge singer,

guy that feels lucky every time
you walk through that door.

Major's memory is going
to come back?

It fades out slowly, at first,
and then completely

and then a couple
of days later it just...

Snaps back into place.

- And you know this because...
- Because it's...

It's what happened to me.

And what gave me the idea...

That I could change my life.

Change who I was.

Change how people viewed me.

Well it worked.

You've made a fool of me.

This whole time, my friends
could've been cured.

Liv could've been
human for months.

You're a sad, selfish,
greedy man.

Wait.

What happened to, "it didn't
matter how we got here"?

I'm a lawyer, Blaine.

I shouldn't be trusted.

Hello?

Major!

Mom!

I should've talked
to you about it.

But I was in high school,

I was confused,

and dad was a wreck.

I felt like I had
to pick a side,

and it was so much easier to choose the
parent who didn't have a new girlfriend.

So, now you have
to tell me everything.

I mean, the last I heard,

you were engaged to some woman,
and she just broke it off.

Liv.

She, uh...
She did do that.

Hmm. I'm so sorry.

What about now?

Is there someone
new in your life?

Actually, I'm thinking there
might still be a chance

for Liv and I to have
a future together.

The timing might
finally be right.

I'm pretty sure he left
an old address book

in this box of stuff in my closet.
We can start calling...

There you are.

I've been trying to call you,
your voice-mail is full.

Major's gone.

We've been up all night, checking
every er and police station.

- I'm sure we'll hear something soon.
- Really?

What if he's lost his ID and
he can't remember who he is.

And he could be
wandering around forever.

Guys, he should be getting
his memory back soon.

- What?
- The zombie cure works.

No side effects beyond
a couple days of memory loss.

I heard it straight from
the horse's ass's mouth.

- Wait, you're saying...
- Yeah.

Turns out Blaine
was lying this whole time.

He never lost his memory?

Just for a day or two.

Then, I guess it came back
and he was fine,

he just kept the charade going.

I'm so sorry, Ravi.

Don't. It's fine.

I... is that him?

No, it's... I don't even know
what this number is.

Hello?

Major!

No, I lost my phone,
this is my mom's.

I told you, I'm fine!

Better than fine.

Liv, it works.

The cure works,
my memory is back.

Yeah.

Good.

Yeah, just...
It's a long story,

I'll tell you when you get back.

You are coming back, right?

I can't wait. Bye.

He's fine!

He's in walla walla. His mom is
driving him back this afternoon.

Memory's back. He's human,
and normal and fine.

It works, Ravi.
The cure works.

And there's a batch
waiting at the morgue.

So what do you say, Liv?

Ready to be human again?

First thing I do when I'm human?

Geez, I don't even know.

Don't say ice cream,

I had to watch major slobber up gallons
of it and it ruined ice cream.

I can't believe
this is happening.

I wanted this for so long.

I can barely even remember
what being human is like.

Liv.

The syringes...

They were locked in that drawer.

Were...

They're gone.

I told you, she was at my place.

I know, Tim.
But details matter here.

'Cause if you're not telling the full
truth about who was where, when,

that makes you
an accessory to murder.

You don't strike me
as a prison guy.

Let's run that
timeline once more.

Hi, Barb.

We need to talk.

So according to your
boyfriend, Barb,

you left his place earlier
than you told me.

Around 2:00 A.M.

Meaning you don't have an alibi
for the time of the murder.

Well, when I left Tim's house...

But that's not what
we need to talk about.

What we need to talk about this.

This baseball.

We found it in the trash.

Now, why would anyone throw away
a signed Thurman Munson ball?

A similar ball that just sold
on eBay for 10 grand.

'Cause it's fake, of course.

Not even a good counterfeit
of the signature.

But you know that, don't you?
That's why you killed Yvonne.

Yvonne owes you back rent
to the tune of $1,000,

so she pawns your baseball.

She replaces it with this one,
hoping you wouldn't notice.

But you did notice.

And you lost your mind.

You confronted her in the bath.

You throw the dryer
into the tub.

So...

- I am not...
- Be sure to include whether or not

the dryer was already plugged
in when you got there.

Why?

If it was plugged in already,
it's manslaughter.

If you plugged it in,
it's murder.

Your confession may sway me
as to what we charge you with.

It had to be Blaine.

The timing is just too obvious.

He had knowledge,
opportunity, motive.

He's protecting
his brain business.

Or Don E.

He knew I had the cure.

He was looking to sell it for big money
to some high roller at the club.

I was gonna go for ice cream.

The obvious choice, I know.
But god,

I could taste it already.

Liv... it's okay.

I was so worked up by the
break in, I totally forgot.

There's still a dose left!

Where?

What are we waiting for?

A few weeks ago, I gave a
syringe to major, just in case.

He never used it.

He's still got one dose.

So, we just wait
for major to get back?

It'll give you time to think of
something better than ice cream.

A figgy pudding, perhaps.

Oh! Or a Sherry trifle.

A good flummery.

You look awfully pleased.

Signed confession.

The roommate.

Your pawnshop vision
was the key.

Well, savor this one, Clive.

- It was our last case.
- Why's that?

Ravi's cure works.

Major's back to normal.

No memory loss.
I'm about to take it.

You're throwing in the towel
on being a zombie now?

You can't tough it out
for a few more years?

At least until I get
my captain bars?

Thanks for giving these past
couple of years meaning, Clive.

You did that yourself.

I just took advantage of it.

- Major!
- You're home!

We'd seriously thought
we lost you this time.

It's good to be home.

I'll tell you guys everything, just let me
jump in the shower and then we can celebrate.

Actually, this can't wait.

Someone stole all the remaining
doses of the cure from my office.

- Someone stole...
- Well, let's not dwell on that.

I gave you a syringe
a few weeks back.

It's the last one, and we need it for Liv.
Do you have it with you?

I... I did. Um...

But I didn't tell you.

I...

I gave it to someone.

To whom?