iZombie (2015–…): Season 5, Episode 13 - All's Well That Ends Well - full transcript

The human/zombie war finally comes to a head.

Previously on iZombie...

See, your boyfriend
took something that was mine.

I'm not letting you take them.

You don't have a choice.

Stephen Kinney.
Reported missing a few weeks back.

You can die...

Or you can live
to fight for zombie-kind.

I am Enzo Lambert,

the new commander of Fillmore Graves.

Starting today,

terror will be met



with terror.

It's war.

Major, it's me. We got the
formula and we're heading back.

We just need the Max Rager from
Fillmore Graves, and then...

We've got the cure.

Don't worry.

I'll get it.

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Citizens of New Seattle,

the free-zombie state of Seattle
is now under new command.

I assure you, peace and order
will soon be at hand.

My predecessor believed in the carrot.

We've reached a point at which I believe
the stick delivers better results.

Humans must put down their weapons.



Those who fail to do so
will be executed.

Those who surrender
during battle will be scratched

- and then starved.
- Hey.

Listen, are you still working
over at KCEW?

All clear, Lieutenant.

Can't be too careful. Thanks.

Check the deck.

Lieutenant Gordon Philips.

Five of Clubs. Not bad.

I would sure love to get rid of
some of these high cards.

What about Renegade and Lillywhite?

We got eyes on them?

Afraid not.

Renegade could've got him out of town.

No.

They're not sitting this out.

Tweet out her work address.
Let's flush her out.

Until they show up,

let's go for the new King of Spades.

The TSA agent stared at my ID for a

full 30 seconds before
waving me through.

I'd feel safer driving,

but Clive's anxious to get
back to his pregnant wife.

And of course, Ravi has to get back.

He has the formula for the cure.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean
to stare. It's just...

I feel like I know you.

- I get that a lot.
- Oh.

No, I'm sure I've seen
your face before.

- Are you on TV?
- Nope.

No? Huh. Sorry.

You sure?

_

It should not surprise any of us.

That Dolly Durkins,

the leader of the "non-violent"

concerned humans

imposing common sense,

is calling the shots
for the Dead Enders.

Murphy, anything we should
know about your mother?

Keeps a knife in her boot.
She'll go down fighting.

We have lost 30 soldiers in 72 hours.

With each, her followers post a tweet.

Nevertheless, I want her
taken alive if possible.

Sir, they're setting us on fire.

This is why the time
of patty-cake is over.

Dismissed.

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Lieutenant Collins,
have you seen a ghost?

Lillywhite just called.
He wants to turn himself in.

He's seeing the same
tweets we're seeing.

He wants to fight.

Well, then, invite him in.

He'll be safe?

We need fighters,

when motivated,
Lillywhite is certainly that.

Key to the process,

stay awake all night.

Zolpidem at take-off, power sleep,

wake up fresh in Portland

and nail this pitch.

God, I love modern medicine.

Ear buds?

Don't mind if I do.

_

- Earbuds?
- Please.

No thanks.

Oh, but could I get a Mimosa?

Of course.

Jefferson High.

Nope. I'm pretty sure you're
thinking of someone else.

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It's just...

I'm usually so good with faces.

There was a commercial
that ran non-stop for a while.

My friend said I looked
just like the mom in it.

Pirate Pat's Seafood Snacks?

"All right, ye little landlubbers."

Oh, don't tell Dad that Mom
left the galley empty.

"Remember, fed men tell no tales!"

No, that's not it.

_

What?

My wife just went into labor.

Oh, congrats, man.

I am so sorry.

_

Your Mimosa is too tempting.

I'm getting myself one.
You want a refill?

Sure.

Excuse me.
Can I please have two Mimosas?

That kind of flight, huh?

Oh, could I have
some more nuts as well?

Sure thing.

Would you look at that?

Water spots.

There you go. Good as new.

Thank you.

Oh, one of those for me?

But, they're both Mimosas, right?

You should get the fuller one.

Commander...

Ah, Major.

I was afraid you would be
out there somewhere

working against us.

It's us or them now.

I see that.

- Put me to work, Commander.
- Excellent.

Lock him in the holding cells.

Once he goes Romero,
give him the formula.

You will find being of
service much easier

when you no longer have a choice.

I was promised I would get to fight.

Oh, you will fight.

And you will be a very
dangerous monster indeed.

Ames, you're with me.

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This is for you.

What am I supposed to do with it?

Call us on it once you put this on?

Blaine has requested
the pleasure of your company.

Best I can tell, he's got some
Beauty and the Beast fetish.

You kids know the words to
"Be my guest"?

You can tell Blaine, he can go to hell.

That's one way you could play it or...

If you wanna survive,

put on the dress, play
make-believe with the beast.

Peyton...

She's not due for two more weeks.

I mean, this can't be happening.

We land in 30 minutes.

We can be in Seattle in six hours

if everything breaks our way.

Labor is usually an eight
to 12 hour process.

We'll get there.

At least your seat-mate's conked out.

Thank God for small miracles.

So, assuming we get back in time,

and Major gets the Max
Rager, what then?

We let the city know that a
cheap and plentiful cure exists.

How?

We'll think of something.

Frisk him, Ames.

Spread 'em, Commander.

What happened to your face, Ames?

Since you asked,

one of those humans
you care so much about

opened up on me with a
freaking flamethrower.

So that's when I...

Take of your shirt!

Is this really necessary?
I'm a modest man.

Take it off.

Well, look here.

Enzo's gonna kill you.

And I'm gonna enjoy...

You got ten minutes to
be in a weapons crate.

Spud and Diaz are
guarding the Max Rager.

Break out when you feel
yourself on the road.

Good luck.

Go make that cure.

The Commander says shoot
on sight, anything that moves.

Kids, too.

Dead Enders have been running up,

throwing grenades in our Humvees.

Mow 'em down.

Who's that?

Looks like Ames.

Ames.

A reminder. We ask you
to remain in your seats

until the pilot has turned
off the seat belt sign.

We have a few passengers
who have quick connections,

and ask for your patience as we
get them off the plane first.

Ma'am, can you come with me?

Do you know who she is?

Let's not start a scene, ma'am.

Sir, you too.

Please come with me.

Yeah.

I'm not sure what's goin' on here,

- but I need to be...
- Sir,

we're here to help you
get back to Seattle.

This is my brother, Michael.

We have a kid sister in Seattle.

You got her there.

You saved her life.

I'll escort you to
the Washington border.

Hope that'll help.

- Oh!
- Yeah?

Yeah.

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Her attitude.

You mean, did she jump in for joy,

so delighted by the dress

she couldn't wait to be
romanced by her kidnapper?

- Generally, she seemed...
- Massively offended,

frightened, appalled.

Frightened I can work with.

Boss.

Got your chlorine pellets.

- Chlorine pellets?
- Yeah, for the well.

It smells like someone
threw a carcass in there.

- You didn't...
- No!

All right.

"Scatter in the well every four hours

until the smell dissipates."

- Get on it.
- Ten-four.

Blaine, can you come down here?

Never underestimate fright.

It's a solid motivator.

It's Becca.

She's dead.

Freylich kids.

What're you gonna do?

You can't have her.

Which one are you tallkin' about?

'Cause, either way, I'm gonna...

Run, run.

Go, run!

Oliver.

Peyton!

Go!

No!

Lieutenant Collins.

Jessup reports finding Ames dead.

And your old friend,
Major Lillywhite has escaped.

Perhaps you would like
to take this chance

to beg for your life?

Perhaps you'd like this chance
to kiss my...

Where is everyone?

- Peyton!
- Kids, we're back.

- Where are they?
- I can't wait, I've gotta go.

Clive, it's a couple of miles.
Let me help.

Liv, I've... I've gotta go.

Full cereal bowls left on the table.

The milk's gone bad.

It looks like they left in a hurry.

Ravi, if anything happened to them...

Liv, look.

Liv.

Oh, my goodness.

You okay?

You scared me.

Of course, I'm back. I missed you.

I'm sorry, where...

Where's Peyton?
Is she with the Freylich kids?

They didn't wanna come back here.

They didn't think it was safe.

Why'd you even leave here?
This is the safe house.

We were kidnapped.

That guy, Blaine, and his bald friend.

Please.

Where is Peyton?

They took us to Blaine's dad's mansion.

Will someone please...

They shot her.

Is she still alive?

She wasn't moving.

Let's go.

I'm gonna kill everyone over there.

- You're welcome to help me.
- You can't.

You can't talk me out of this, Liv!

I will go find Blaine and Don E.

And I promise you, Ravi,
they'll get no mercy from me.

You need to meet Major at the morgue.

Everyone in Seattle is counting on you,

is counting on this cure.

Liv,

what's going to happen to us?

I mean, if the cure works?

Well, you'll all get cured.

But, not Oliver.

He's terminal.
If he gets the cure, then...

What happens to him?

Where do all the zombies like him go?

All the people whose
lives you've saved?

What happens to our family?

Baby!

- We're having a baby! Where...
- Third floor.

You need to push, Dale.

He said he'd be here.

Bozzio-Babineaux?

Bozzio-Babineaux?

Bozzio-Babineaux?

Right this way, sir.

Oh, thank you.

It is imperative you push.
The time is now.

Now I push.

Hey, babe. How you doin'?

I've been better.

Don't know about you,
but I'm ready to meet our kid.

God, I love you.

- I love you too.
- Okay.

Push.

Push!

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Ravi.

Where's Liv?

She's on her way to Blaine's.

Why Blaine's?

They...

They killed Peyton.

Blaine and Don E, they, uh...

They kidnapped the Freylich kids

and the orphans.

Peyton rescued them.

Get away.

I pray that's full of Max Rager.

It is.

Okay. It's, uh...

It'll take sometime before there's
enough for public distribution.

How long to make just one?

What?

Mmm, mmm, mmm.

I must say,

Bubba tastes much
better than he looked.

What do you think?

This being your first
brain meal and all.

Oh, the brain's palatable.

You on the other hand...

I know what'll fix that.

Don E,

more wine.

Bring the good stuff.

Yes, master.

An aught-14 Zin, if it pleases.

Oh, my God, a Zin?

Don E, you're out of your element.

It's Bubba's watch.

Cool, right?

Time to go shock the well again.

I'll handle it.

Keep and eye on the ol'
ball-and-chain till I get back.

Don't look at me
with that tone of voice.

Your first vision!

You see anything good?

Blaine smothering a girl with a pillow.

Well, we all have our hobbies.

She was wearing a wedding dress.

She was calling out for you.

You know you weren't wrong, Pop.

You started to believe in big ideas.

More than wealth,

more than pleasure.

It's a short ride, life...

You gotta get what you can,

while you can.

Someone's gonna come up on you,

put a gun to your head,
and pull the trigger.

Some army's gonna line you
up, and gun you down.

It's okay by me.

You hear that?

It's okay by me.

'Cause I filled my life
with wine, women, song.

At least I wasn't bored.

I'd rather be dead than...

You were saying?

She was the love of my life!

You lazy, cruel, preening fop!

No one was ever gonna love you!

Not Peyton! Not your dad!

Hell, I am... I am the only person

who could stand you.

And you killed my fiancee!

- Don E!
- What?

Wrong day, wrong time, Liv.

Enjoy eternity together.

How funny would it be
if now I knocked you in?

Sorry, I would've come sooner but...

You need me to take a cure
for zombie-ism on live TV?

This cure.

Why me?

You may be Seattle's
most well-known zombie.

I'm not even Seattle's most well-known
zombie in a six-foot radius.

This one can't take it.
But people mostly hate him.

And they'll think he has
a political agenda.

Look,

even if I take that cure,

and it doesn't kill me
horribly on camera,

and it works, and it
turns me human again,

half my viewers
still wouldn't believe it.

You know how it is these days.

Fake news.

We'll do a blood pressure test. Live.

- Fakable.
- A ghost pepper.

You'll eat one pre-cured,
down the hatch, no issues,

then post cure, you'll eat one...

Fakable.

Oh, finally!

We're not camels.

We'll cut you open.

You'll bleed like only humans bleed.

We're talking about
the fate of mankind.

Stand down, Johnny.

Dear leader's stealing your time slot.

He's got some big announcement.

He's on his way in.

Oh, shoot.

Looks like we won't be cutting open
old Johnny on live TV today, boys.

What are we gonna do now?

I have no idea.

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I always loved you.

And I always will.

Take care of yourself.

Bye.

I'll say it again, Major.
This is a terrible idea.

You got a better one?

Well, none that you'd approve.

Give it to me.

Good evening, I am Johnny Frost,

and this is your 6:00 p.m news.

Our top story...

According to the Chief Medical Examiner

of the Seattle Police Department,

an inexpensive cure for the
zombie virus has been perfected.

Get him off!

And will be made
available within the next few weeks

for those infected with the virus.

Mass production of the cure...

- Did he just say...
- will begin within the week.

They did it.

There has been no official
statement from the U.S. government...

All right, hey!

What's happening?

Whatever it is, it's not good.

Bravo, mon ami.

You will be our first
guest at the guillotine.

If you could schedule that before
I write my next alimony check...

Commander, Dead Enders just rolled up.

- Twenty, maybe 30.
- That is all?

You two, head out with Murphy.

You are zombies.

Take the fight to them. Hmm?

Be the aggressor!

Yes, sir.

Not till we see
the red of their eyes. Got it?

Yeah. Tell me when.

Okay.

Here we go.

On my mark.

Three, two, one...

Go, go, go!

We do not wish for violence.

But we are fighting for the
survival of our species.

We will take every necessary means

to ensure our survival.

Today, I am offering
safe passage out of Seattle

to any human who provides information

leading to the capture
of Mr. Lillywhite.

How about I make it easier
for you, Enzo?

Well, look...

The man who got us into this mess.

Why don't you want people
knowing there's a viable cure?

There is no such thing.

Sure, there is.

I've got one right here.

Tell you what.

I'll take it right now, and you can
shoot me as many times as you want.

Just not in the head.

If I'm still a zombie, I'll survive,

and you can guillotine me in the
public square, like you want.

But, if I die...

Well,

that means there's a cure.

It proves nothing.

Stay with me here.

Those cures sold for
millions of dollars.

What motivation would I have
to spend millions of dollars

then take a cure and ask
to be murdered on live TV?

Well, it, uh...

I'm here to prove
the people that it's over.

To ask them to put down their weapons.

In a matter of weeks, the zombie
virus can be a historical footnote,

like smallpox and malaria.

Watch.

Are we still rolling?

Yes, we're still live.
We are still live.

Get up, zombie.

Get up!

He is alive.

What is so funny?

Don't you know you're about to die?

Because the head of Fillmore-Graves
isn't a zombie anymore.

Where's your red eyes
and your super strength?

Shouldn't I be dead by now?

That's for Stephen.

Where's our flamethrower?

Don't know.

There it is. Cover me.

You know how to use this thing?

Mom...

help me.

We're gonna kill them all, Benny.

I swear to God. Every last one of them.

Ravi, why aren't you picking up?

Why isn't Major picking up?
I'm at the morgue.

Peyton went to see if she
could find you at your house.

Clive! Did you make it in time?

How are you? How's Dale?
How's the baby?

Liv, we're all fine. We're all good.

Um...

Have you been watching TV?

What's wrong, Clive?

Uh, I've been calling, um...

My battery was dead. Just...
Clive, tell me what's going on?

So, um...

Hey, Liv. It's me.

I'm about to do something stupid.

But, if it works...

Big "if"...

It'll save lives.

But basically, the way I make
all my decisions these days

is by asking myself,

"What would Liv Moore do?"

Major?

Major?

You tricky son of a bitch.

What was in the syringe you gave me?

Max Rager.

That's all I had on hand.

You just had to be the
hero, didn't you?

Next time, though...

Next time, it's all yours.

You're not taking a selfie, are you?

- Oh.
- Hey, careful there.

Whatever happens, know this.

It's always been you.

I always loved you.

And I always will.

Take care of yourself.

Bye.

Liv?

I was watching the news and
I haven't seen Clive in days.

I thought he might be...

Hey, are you all right?

Hello?

Sir, I don't think you're
supposed to be in...

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Is the captain in?

Which one?
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Whichever one wants to
sign off on my overtime.

Sorry, Captain.

Captain, bad time?

To squeeze more money
out of my overtime budget?

Never.

- I'll take care of this.
- Yeah, all right.

Hey, have fun on your virtual cast.

Don't say anything I wouldn't say.

Kind of a low bar, isn't it?

Oh.

So, we're really doin' this, huh?

We should.

Every little bit helps.

It's been too long, my friend.

Speaking of, how are the kids?

Amazing. I'll show you.

Whoa, Olivia.

She's getting so big.

My word. Jacob's gotta
be a foot taller.

You won't believe this,

some second cousin of Michelle's

tracked us down a couple of months ago.

Tried to claim custody of Jacob.

No.

Yeah, guy's just looking for a payout.

We're getting a lawyer.

Ask and ye shall receive.

Clive.

And what are you receiving?

Free legal advice.

Oh, yeah. I'm happy to help.

Oh, we should be fine,
but thank you, Peyton.

How are things with you?

Same as ever. Job's great,

- Ravi's Ravi.
- Hmm?

Which is to say great.

Yeah.

Oh! Okay. Gang's all here.

Hey, thanks y'all so
much for doing this.

Uh, so as we discussed,

I'll just do a brief intro and
then we'll just get right into it.

Let's dive in.

Excellent.

From spacious skies to fruited planes,

immerse yourself
in America The Virtual,

with your host Byron DeCece.

Welcome everyone
to a very special edition

of America The Virtual.

I'm your host, Byron DeCece.

Today marks the tenth anniversary

of the infamous Battle for Seattle.

A brief but deadly civil war

inside the walled city of yore.

A battle that ended

when an affordable cure for zombie-ism

was discovered and
revealed to the world.

Joining me today, to give their account

are three people who were
in the thick of it all.

Clive Babineaux,

former Seattle PD, homicide detective.

Peyton Charles,

one time acting mayor
of the Emerald City.

And of course, Dr. Cure Good himself.

Ravi Chakrabarti.

Please don't call him that.

It's, uh, reserved for the boudoir.

Oh, okay.

A sexier start than I expected.

Now, before we jump back a decade,

let's bring everybody
up to speed on your lives now.

Clive, you're still
protecting and serving?

That's right. San Francisco PD,
alongside my wife Dale.

Amazing.

Peyton, you're a District
Attorney in Atlanta?

I am.

Ravi, you've made a tidy sum

from book deals
and speaking appearances,

yet you still punch the clock
everyday as the head of the CDC.

I'd feel selfish sitting at home

when I can still make a contribution.

He feeds off the adulation
of young researchers.

What? Don't forget the allure
of raw, unbridled power.

- Oh.
- I quite like that, too.

Uh, let's travel back in time.

Ten years ago, Seattle
was on the brink.

Right? You had zombies and humans
murdering each other in the streets

until you administered the cure

to the head zombie,

the former commander
of Fillmore-Graves on live TV.

Well, once people knew
there was a cure,

there was no reason to fight.

And yet,

not all zombies opted for the cure.

Since zombies no longer pose
an apocalyptic threat,

brain donations resumed.

Sick and dying people
from across the country

migrated in droves.

Seattle was repopulated,
rebuilt, and rebranded.

They say it's very nice.

Yet, none of you elected to stay.

No.

After everything that went down,

I guess, we all just
needed a clean slate.

I can imagine.

Let's talk about Liv Moore.

AKA Renegade.

She was the face of the
peaceful co-existence cause

until she was tragically killed

by an anti-zombie zealot
in a suicide bombing.

Unless, of course, you believe
the rumor that she survived.

No, we don't.

The entire police station
collapsed into the morgue.

We dug through the rubble
for weeks, but...

Even if she somehow lived
through the blast,

she'd of turned into a rabid
zombie buried for that long.

We eventually had to admit to ourselves

that all hope was lost.

Well, we all did.

Major didn't.

He kept digging

along with the group of
orphans Liv had taken in.

Major would've cleared
out every last beam,

every chunk of concrete.

But there were still Dead Enders

who wouldn't...
Still haven't given up the fight.

Right, right, Dolly Durkins,

the fishmonger, you think
she's still alive?

'Cause some people think
that she's just a legend,

a name that's used to
scare zombie children.

She's still out there.

The Dead Enders had a deck of cards.

Fifty-two zombies
they wanted eliminated.

Only 12 of those zombies survive today.

Your friend, Major Lillywhite,

the, uh... The "good"
commander of Fillmore Graves.

I believe that's how the
history books will remember him.

He hasn't been seen in a decade either.

That's right.

Well, some say he went underground,

some say that the Dead Enders
finally caught up with him...

Your guess is as good as ours.

You know there've been
Liv sightings everywhere.

From Tijuana to Bangor, Maine.

Well, I mean, was Elvis with her?

That's what happens
when you're a legend.

People wanna believe she was
capable of the impossible.

We all wish the rumors were true.

More than anything.

But they're not.

Liv's gone.

If Liv had survived,

we would've heard from her by now.

Are you okay?

Okay. Let's just say

that you could imagine

that Major and Liv, by some
miracle, managed to still be alive.

What would you wanna say to them?

We'd tell them we love them.

That we miss them.

That if they're still kicking,

they sure as hell better look us up.

You guys, thank you so much.

This was great.

I'm sorry for running
a little over the hour,

and sorry for pushing so
hard about all the...

"Are Major and Liv still alive?" stuff.

It's what the people wanna know.

- We're used to it.
- I bet.

Take care.

Damn.

Ten years.

And I haven't aged a day.

Neither do your jokes.

'Cause you say that every time.

'Cause they're gold, baby!

How's the family?

Wonderful.

How's the virtual cast?

We gave them the same
old song and dance.

Think our acting's gotten really
good these last few years.

- You were great.
- Thank you.

But I was solid.

You were chewing scenery, again.

Sounds right.

Uh, it's called making a
choice and committing.

Hey, buddy.

Missed you, too.

It's remarkable.

You really are preserved in amber.

They both are. It's not fair.

I still look good. I ain't mad atcha.

But I do miss you, partner.

Aww. Vice versa, Clive.

If only there was some way we
could see more of each other.

Like, every day for instance.

Hmm. We know this beautiful slice
of heaven called Zombie Island.

Spectacular ocean views,
great for families.

- Affordable.
- And if you act now,

we can throw an abrupt halt
to the aging process.

All it takes is a scratch.

Okay.