iZombie (2015–…): Season 5, Episode 9 - The Fresh Princess - full transcript

Previously on iZombie...

You're a hero, you know that.

You show 'em
what one good human can do.

You're gonna die
like any second.

Just means I gotta get through
my bucket list faster than you.

Does the name "Beanpole Bob"
mean anything to you?

Uh, I can ask Clive.

He may know a Bean Pole
from his vice days.

Your dad wants to see you.

First, you kidnap me
and turn me into a zombie.

And now you want me to do
Fillmore Graves a favor?



You wanna know
who your father really is?

You're just dying to know?
He was a junkie.

I can't believe
you're doing this for me.

Against my better judgement.

How are you feeling?

You're smiling.
That's a good sign.

I think my face
is just doing this.

But I'm okay.

Just like I was okay when
you checked an hour ago.

Well, I'm proud of you.

That sounded weird, I just...

I know that
you're really trying,

and that means a lot to me.

I just wish it meant
anything to my head.



You're doing great.
I'll check in after work.

Asiago jalapeño. Yes!

Thanks for bringing these over.

I take it Ravi hasn't
been feeding you?

You know, when we first met,

he'd cook for me,
he'd buy me pretty things,

but now that he knows
he has my heart,

it's like the bromance is gone.

When you kicked Utopium,
what was the hardest part?

- Why?
- It's just my...

- Martin...
- Your dad?

That word still does not come
naturally to me. It's like

calling a pine cone
Your Majesty.

Anyway he's three days in
on this whole detox thing,

and I know he'll survive,

but I just hate
to see him suffer.

He should be past
the worst part.

It can be done.
Look at me now.

Yeah, some who "grams"
their breakfast.

Sorry, I'm just checking
Sloane Mills' Instagram.

She hasn't returned our calls,

so I'm trying to figure out
what she's up to.

Well, wherever she is,
she's certainly keepin' it classy.

Let's see here,

what kind of day should
our girl be having?

How about a nice boozy brunch?

♪ Hairofthedog ♪yum

#eggsbenny.

Just another day

in the life of our favorite
general's daughter.

Good morning, Sloane.

Let's see how
your boyfriend's doing.

I say they're almost ready.

Such a shame,
so young, so full of promise.

And then, what happened?

Uh, prank gone wrong, it seems.

It's a weird case.

Laurie-Beth Spano.

Twenty years back,

she's in the Miss Future
Seattle Pageant,

collapses on stage,

anaphylactic shock,
goes into a coma.

Investigation found that
the makeup in her bag

had been spiked with
rose hip extract.

Usually, it would just
give you a rash,

but she was allergic. So...

Twenty-year coma?
God, poor girl.

They arrested another girl
at the pageant,

Velma Charlet.

Real rough looking customer.

Her prints were on
the tanning compact,

Public Defender pressed her
to take a plea deal,

so she signed a statement

saying she spiked Laurie-Beth's
face powder as a prank.

Did three years.

Now the victim died,
it's a whole new charge.

Manslaughter. But Velma,

now says she's innocent.

Well, then...

Looks like we're going
back to the '90s.

Yes!

My hero.

Your pal at vice finally got

a hit on our Utopium chemist.

Found a reference to
a "Feenpole Bub"

in an old arrest report.

Gotta be Beanpole Bob.

Cool beans, Ravi.

It's like I always say,

"If you work hard
and believe in yourself,

you can accomplish anything."

Uh, so, the report was
for a dealer

from Mr. Boss's crew,

busted a day after
the boat party

with Utopium in his possession.

Possibly cooked
by Beanpole himself.

That's great.

I think drugs is one of the biggest
issues facing young people today.

Or any people.

It's true. Albeit unrelated.

The best part is,
the dealer made bail then vanished.

Likely meaning
Mr. Boss had him murdered.

Oh. Well, um, murder is
almost always bad.

But, uh... I don't know.

Brilliant... It means
the case is still open,

and the Utopium,
perhaps tainted Utopium,

needed to produce a cure

has been in the evidence room
the entire time.

Oh, then, dope!
Snaps for Ravi!

So, what is this?

She the cast of Clueless
or something?

'90s Teen Pageant Girl brain.

Gnarly.

Uh... That was more '80s.

Whatever!

The cure awaits.
To the evidence room!

Where is the evidence room?

So, case number 334585?

334585. Come here,
you sexy thing.

- You signed for it?
- Just signed.

- Got your ID?
- You have a copy right here.

They're sticklers
for this stuff.

You don't like it?
Change the incentives.

There's nothing in there.

Yeah, that was Sergeant Paul.

Not a stickler.
Now fired. See how it works?

Who checked this out last?

Sergeant Henry Mosher.
Yep. Four years ago.

- Mosher.
- That tone doesn't sound good.

A bad cop.

Was pretty much in
the pocket of the Blue Cobras.

I investigated
his murder myself.

We thought the Cobras had him
killed, but couldn't prove it.

So any evidence he took likely
vanished along with him.

Anyone's guess.

You know,
who'd probably know is A.J.

Head of the Blue Cobras.

Doing life, courtesy of former deputy
DA, Peyton Charles.

Martin? Hello?
Just checking in.

I brought brain broth,

and even more importantly,

according to
medical professionals,

my emotional support
through this.

Martin, are you okay?

Martin?

Oh, my God.

I wasn't aware that the head of
Fillmore Graves made house calls.

- Thanks.
- No sweat.

Liv's done the same for me.

If we can get him to my
house, I can look after him.

God, my head.

Hang in there.

I'll pack a bag for him.

Yeah.

Open up.

I need to fix my make up.
Open up.

Wassup?
Clive, it's me again.

I have got to give you
the 411 on my vision.

This case has like
totally changed.

Okay, call me back.

143.

♪ Really wanna zigazig, ah ♪

♪ If you want my future ♪

♪ Forget my past ♪

I dream of one day attending

the Juilliard School of Drama.

Everything is coming up, Velma.

And hard work,

You can accomplish anything.

You go, girl.

What's this? You said you had a
vision, not a vision board?

Okay, get this.

In my vision, Laurie-Beth
was totally freaking.

She needed to fix her makeup,

but her dressing room
was locked.

So, she went to Velma's room

and grabbed this
poison face powder.

Velma's room?

So, what? You think Velma
was the intended target?

Well, I mapped out a timeline.

The song "Camptown Races" was
playing during Carly's ribbon dance.

That was the song in my vision

when Laurie-Beth was locked
out of her dressing room.

Thirty minutes later,

she collapsed on stage.

So, now we know

when Laurie-Beth
put on Velma's makeup,

and once we get the raw
footage of the whole pageant,

hopefully, I can figure out
when someone spiked it.

And booyah!

How much sugar have you had?

Lots.

We've got to tell Velma the good news.
She's totally innocent.

Cool your jets, kid.

- Velma's still out only...
- Knock knock?

Ah. Someone asked us
to drop these tapes off.

Oh, yes, that was me.

I'm Clive Babineaux,
this my partner,

- Liv Moore.
- Liv Moore.

Jinx.

You must be Laurie-Beth's
parents. So nice to meet you.

I'm Alex Spano.

- My wife, Gayle.
- Hello.

Thanks for bringing
the footage by.

It's gonna be super helpful.

I'm so sorry for your loss.

Thank you.

You shot this video yourself?

Former Pageant Girl.
You couldn't keep her away.

I was behind the camera the whole
time for Miss Future Seattle.

- I remember everything.
- It's okay, honey.

Anything else we can do to help,

you let us know.

Phew. You must be
swamped at the office.

You didn't have to join.

No, babe, I had free time,

and me and A.J. go way back,
so I figured I'd help.

A.J. and I have
crossed paths before, and

I'm a veteran
law enforcement professional.

- I don't need my hand held, yeah?
- Yeah.

He'll be cuffed though, right?
They're cuffed?

Oh...

Councilor.
Long time no see.

Who's this guy?

Dr. Ravi Chakrabarti,

Chief Medical Examiner.

Why? I'm alive.

He wants to ask you
some questions,

strictly off the record.

Is this necessary?

- Just ask him.
- Oh.

So, in 2014,
Sergeant Henry Mosher

stole a dozen bars of Utopium
from an evidence box,

and word on the street,
as it were,

is you were
the one who ordered it.

Maybe.

Maybe no, or maybe yes?

Okay, come on, we know
Mosher was on your payroll.

I said off the record.

And I'll look into getting you
a TV in your cell.

So, what like, 52 inch?

- 20.
- Okay.

Yeah, Mosher took the stuff.

Utopium was the hot new thing.

Mr. Boss's guys had it,
we didn't.

When I heard one of Boss's corner
boys got busted with the stuff,

I saw an opportunity.

So, you had Mosher take
the evidence from the station?

And copy their recipe,
take care of their hot shot cook,

and take over the game
in one move.

Take care as in murder him?

Did I say murder?

- I didn't say...
- Off the record.

And I'll get you up to 28 inch.

Yeah, as in murder.

My boys rang his bell,
blasted him on his doorstep.

Beanbag Bill or whatever.

Great plan.

Till we got boned
on the Utopium.

- So Mosher never delivered?
- He did.

The vials were filled
with water.

Someone must have
got to it first.

Hey, Sloat.

We were hoping to see who
the second to last person

to check out
case number 334585 was?

Sure, Ms. Acting Mayor.
I'll have that for you in a jiff.

Wow, look who's suddenly
Peppy McGee.

Big fan of the show, Mayor.

Wife and I binged
the whole shebang.

I'm such an Ed.

That's great. Uh, thanks for...
Thanks for watching.

I cured zombie-ism, no biggie.

Looks like that evidence
was signed out by, uh...

Dr. Barkley Schexnayder,
from Pecanole Labs.

Here's his ID.

- Is that Don E?
- Are you kidding me?

I think you're innocent, Velma.

And I've always believed that
what makes America great,

is that we are a nation of laws,

and you are innocent
until proven guilty.

I used to believe that too.

Until I got railroaded into
signing a false confession

'cause I didn't have the money
for a decent lawyer.

Okay, but another thing that
makes America great is that,

well, what we're doing now.

Velma, is there anyone

who might have wanted
to sabotage you?

Oh, at Miss Olympia,

Elise Falcon put oil
on my tap shoes.

I ate it pretty hard on stage.

Elise Falcon, the witness
who claimed

you complained about Laurie-Beth
and her scholarship stuff?

Maybe she was doing that to
keep the scent off of herself.

No, no, I said that stuff.

It was just me and my mom
on a chicken farm.

I wanted to go to Juilliard,
be an actress, go on Broadway.

Broadway.

Can you do that thing
where you cry on cue?

What did any of that have
to do with Laurie-Beth?

'Cause she was so perfect,

smart, talented, rich parents,

perfect life.

For me, that scholarship
was my only hope.

So, yeah, I bitched
to Elise about it.

But not like I would
ever do anything.

I might have dreamed of being an
actress and going to Broadway,

but now,

all I want is to just get back
to the farm with my chickens.

Velma, you will.

I swear, we are gonna
work so hard...

Shut up! That's amazing!
Clive? Right?

Yeah, it was impressive.

Oh, God, Sloane Mills.

Should have left her
in that trunk.

Why are you even
showing me that?

I've been trying to find her.

She posted this the other
night on her Instagram.

I just noticed this.

When did you change the sign?

Two or three weeks ago.

Right around when
she dropped off the radar.

You have security cameras?

It was Reggae night, I remember

because she kept yelling,
"Jamaican me horny!"

Well, she and her boyfriend flirted
with some hipster zombie girl.

Heavy pre-threeway vibe.

Wonder if that should be
on the bucket list?

Can we focus here?

Boom. There's Sloane.

Happy?

Looks like they left together.

Does that look like a wig?

Why would a zombie
wear a zombie wig?

Hold on.

When those Dead Enders guys

were scaring away the clientele,

we installed some
infrared cameras outside.

It's alive!

Why the hell would a human

pick up two drunk zombies
at a night club?

You think Sloane got
kidnapped again?

I mean once, shame on us,
but twice...

You think it was
the Dead Enders?

- We could help you find her.
- Not a good idea.

Just send me that footage.

I mean it. Stay out of it.

Fine.

But I bet it'll be fun.

You're so hot.

Laurie-Beth Spano.

So, this is interesting.

Velma took the lead
after Laurie-Beth

screwed up her flute solo.

I tallied up the scores

and guess who was tied for
second place with Laurie-Beth?

Elise. Ironic, right?

Well, I think you're using
ironic wrong, but...

Oh, I think I'm using it right.

Define ironic.

Like, you know,
just... Ironic.

Agree to disagree.

But that second place thing
does speak to motive.

And as a singer-songwriter,
I hope

to use my voice and lyrics

to inspire women
across the world.

Girl Power!

My name is Elise Falcon.

You've probably seen my
billboards, Made To Rest, LLC.

I specialize in real estate
for zombie clientele.

Uh, I think you spelt
realty wrong.

Oh, no.
That says reality star.

I'm actually working on a deal
with U-Freight-Eze

to get my zombie house
flipping show on their network.

It's in preliminary stages.

Uh, good luck with that.

I wanna ask you about

an incident at Miss Olympia
back in 1997.

Velma Charlet claims you applied
a lubricant to her tap shoes,

causing her to fall on stage.

Okay, I did.

What's that have to do with
Velma killing Laurie-Beth?

We think Velma's innocent.

So we're working really hard-

Laurie-Beth apparently used
Velma's makeup.

We're exploring the
possibility she was the target.

You think I messed with
Velma's makeup? No way.

You did just admit to
sabotaging her tap shoes.

Uh, exactly? Why would I
do something like that again?

Any idea why Laurie-Beth would be
locked out of her dressing room?

There was a rumor that

Megan Sowinski was sleeping
with the Pageant Director Jake.

Megan Sowinski.

Played Respect on the autoharp.
Wanted to be a vet.

Yep. They might have been
in there for a little...

You know.

Ew. - Well, that's what Velma
said when she caught them.

When the rumors spread,

Megan was pissed at Velma
for blabbing about it.

Velma told people
about the affair?

That's what Megan thought.

I was the one
who blabbed actually.

Oops.

So if Megan was
in that locked dressing room

when Laurie-Beth
used Velma's makeup,

she could have dosed it
right before.

The real tragedy here is
that I totally would have won

if all this drama
didn't go down.

I would've had a show
on the air like forever ago.

Anything is possible.

Hi, excuse me,
I'm looking for Don...

Sorry. I didn't realize
you were in the middle

of a production of
On the Waterfront.

Yeah, and if I catch
any zombies on the waterfront,

I'll kick their asses
into the surf, bro!

All right.

I'm going undercover.

I sound like a Dead Ender?

Sure.

I'm looking for that
great man of science,

Dr. Schexnayder.

That ain't me.

Who is it then?

I'd never wear
such a dumb disguise,

that's my twin brother Scott E.

Look at the droopy ear.

These guys sit
at full attention, bro.

So, Scott E took the Utopium
from the evidence room.

Mr. Boss's orders?

I'd assume.

He was pretty messed up
after the boat party.

He was high all time.
He was living in my mom's basement,

until he checked into
a loony bin.

Liv said to make sure you eat.

Hope you like
chicken noodle gloop.

Okay.

My daughter seems to have a
lot of friends in high places.

A private military commander,

- and the Mayor herself.
- Hmm. Acting Mayor.

It's not the most
glamours gig, trust me.

Oh, case in point.

Dust off those family recipes
and bake what your mama gave you.

'Cause this Friday,
it's Pie-day.

Here to tell us more
is Mayor Charles.

It's Seattle's annual Pie-esta
this weekend in Seward Park.

We're whipping up
something quite delicious.

Can't be an easy gig.

With the whole
zombies versus humans thing.

Well, I mean, it's a challenge.

'Sup, Peynizzle!

Thanks for taking
the dinner shift.

Oh, this case at work.
I am super buggin',

but we're gonna crack it.
I can feel it.

- This look is fly.
- Aw, purple means I'm happy.

How's our patient?
You look better.

Oh. Better than I feel.

But you're doing the work,
and staying focused on a better tomorrow.

Just like our Acting Mayor here.

See, we made it work.

I think the city can too.

I mean, it doesn't hurt that I

live with the best zombie
of them all.

Don't freak out.
Not a good start.

It's 3:00 a.m., Don E.

I know you told me and Darcy not
to go after Sloane's kidnapper,

but we did and we found her,

but then she sees us
tailing her outta Warmbloods,

and she takes off,
and we chased her onto her roof.

And then she pulls this move.

Just like
Dwayne "The Rock" Johnson.

And she jumps
to the next building!

She got away?

Maybe it wasn't just like
Dwayne Johnson.

Five stories down.

Sorry.

I told you to stay out of it.

But we got her.

I mean, can't you just
CSI her or something?

Did you get anything out of her

before you chased her
to her death?

We yelled stop, she said no.

Did you check for ID?

You're pretty good at this.

- So, what now?
- Kristen Cox.

We ID-ed her on security cam
kidnapping Sloane Mills.

We searched her apartment and found
tape, rope, but no Sloane.

If we don't find her,

there is nothing keeping
her father, General Mills,

from trying to wipe Seattle
clean off the map.

So, hopefully, one of us

will have a vision that
can lead to Sloane.

And fast.

Dig in.

Mom?

Sorry to just show up like this,

but you wouldn't
answer my calls.

Now's not really a good time.

Evan?

- You look...
- I think I'm gonna yak.

Burn scar carcinoma.

The scar is from
the Meat Cute explosion?

It's spreading
to his lymph nodes.

We've tried skin grafts,
chemo, nothing.

Our last resort is an experimental
treatment at a facility in Atlanta.

I need you to get us
out of the city.

Have you tried the Fillmore
Graves Emergent Exit Program?

We didn't make the cut.

Trust me, if I could do this
without you, I would.

- So, can you do it?
- I don't just snap my fingers.

Every time my coyotes go out,
it's lives in danger.

It's not the only way.

- I scratch people all the time.
- No.

Evan deserves a normal life.
I'm not turning him into...

A zombie?

What's wrong with that?

Your daughter turned out okay.

Martin?

What are you...

You contacted him?

After everything I told you?

Yes, and he needed my help.

She's helping get me clean, Eva.

I see.

So, the only family
you're concerned about

is a stranger
who's never been in your life?

At least I know
whose side you're on.

I'm not on a side,
I am in the middle,

trying to
hold everyone together.

I helped Martin for the same
reason that I'm gonna help Evan.

Because I want everyone
to get along

and just for the people
in my life to be happy.

Okay?

So, you will help us then?

Who the hell is this guy?

And what's with his rug?

Evan, this is Martin Roberts...

Our father.

I think I'm gonna be sick again.

Just one scratch, son.

And you won't be
suffering anymore.

But he won't be Evan, so...

All due respect,

you haven't earned the
fatherly advice thing yet.

Mom, just take Evan home, okay?

I'll call my people
in the morning.

Thank you, Liv.

And you're right.

We should try to get along.

Just saying, those shoes

aren't exactly ideal
for sneaking.

Look, do you
want my help or not?

You shouldn't even be out this
late, you've got work in...

Don't worry about me.

Let's do this
breaking and entering.

So, Scott E checked
into the asylum

- pretty soon after he stole the evidence.
- Mmm-hmm.

So there's a good chance
it's still here...

Oh!

That's a tasteful
mid-century lamp.

- Well, you've been on a junkie brain.
- Mmm-hmm.

Where does one hide
drug paraphernalia?

Uh, nooks, holes,
things of that nature.

Or a hollowed-out book,
a la Shawshank.

Encyclopedias.

Try the letter "U".

You guys really suck at this.

What the hell
are you doing here?

Is that any way to speak
to a man in his own home?

And my, what a home it is.

Hey, I just heard you
compliment my lamp.

No takesie-backsies.

So, what's the deal here?

Kinky, uh, cop and robber
role play...

We're following up on a case.

We think back in the day,
Scott E might have hid a stolen box

of evidence here
that we need, so...

Huh. So they put
their best corpse doctor

and their ex DA on the case.
That's brilliant.

Can we take a look around
or not?

I don't know,
what's in it for me?

The Blaine DeBeers'
catch phrase.

Well, for instance,
when I was arrested,

they impounded
my lovely automobiles.

- Oh.
- And I don't know,

I'm just spitballin' here,
but it feels like

the acting Mayor of Seattle

could, you know,
pull a few strings.

We don't bargain with kid murdering,
cure thieving pieces of...

Done.

Let's get this over with.

Oh, you know what else
would be rad?

One of those handicap
parking placards.

Yeah, that would
really come in handy.

Fine. I'll take care of it.

You know I always like
doing business with you.

In spite of...

You know, everything.

Come on.

They're all empty.

Well, this was a fun
play date, gang.

Drop by again sometime, huh?

Your ex is such a pig.

You def traded up.
Rav is the bomb. Like,

part Prince Jr.
Part Van Der Beek, but with a beard.

Oh. Peyton, I gotta go.
Love ya. Bye-bye.

How are you feeling?

Actually better than I have
in years.

Like, really...

Clear-headed.

And, probably well enough where I
can go back home soon, I'm afraid.

Well, good.

Orange is mixed emotions.

Yeah.

Circumstances
could have been better,

but it's been nice being here.

You're a real credit
to us zombies.

The world is full of
all kinds of people.

I just want to make it a
better place for all of them.

I mean, that's basically
how I feel, even if it

comes out sounding a bit corny.

No, no, no, no.
It's... It's nice.

I know you and your friends
are doing what you can,

but I worry sometimes

that humans might
never come around on us.

Dad, it'll be fine.

Oh, my God, I said it.

You are just the best daughter
that I could imagine, Liv.

Truly.

I want you to promise me,

that if the time
should ever come

where you and I
might have to choose sides,

that you'll let me
take care of you.

That's why we try our best,
so that day will never come.

I hope you're right.

- Kristen's late.
- Forget her.

Let's get this show on the road

before they report the truck missing.
Come on.

I had a wonderful dream that
we found the tainted Utopium,

and saved the galaxy,

and got medals.

But, then I woke up and

the Utopium's gone,

and we're at a dead end.

Hmm, not necessarily.

A.J. told us the Cobras
took care of Beanpole Bob

on the night they tried
to get that Utopium evidence.

Hmm. Took care as in,

gun murdered him on
his own door step.

I looked at the dates for
the reports of shots fired,

only one incident that night.

The responding officers showed up at
the address, and everything was fine.

- No body...
- So no murder.

If Beanpole Bob were a zombie,
he'd have survived the hit.

If he used
the tainted Utopium...

We could get his address,
and pay Beanpole Bob a little visit.

I... I love you.

I was ready to throw in the
towel, but you kept fighting.

You're a badass superwoman,
saving the day over and over.

Seattle, have no fear,
Mayor Charles is here.

Actually...

I'm not anymore.

I got fired.

Wait, what?

Ravi, I sold the naming rights to
the Space Needle to fund a show.

We knew it was
just a matter of time

before the City Council
caught on.

I officially resigned today.

Why... Why didn't you
tell me earlier?

I was having too much fun
with you.

Team Pavi, you know?

That's got a good ring.
Wait...

If you're no longer Mayor,

everything you
promised Blaine...

Oh, yeah, he's not getting
any of that.

Okay, I really love you.

Commander, we got something.

- A vision?
- Ames saw it.

With like East Lake Marina.

Unknown male saying something
about ditching it here.

East Lake Marina. Let's go.

So, I tracked down
Megan Sowinski,

moved to Louisiana 10 years ago.

And is she a veterinarian

taking care of little
alligators and turtles?

Nope.

She's a Louisiana State
Correctional Officer on disability,

following a human bite
sustained during a prison riot.

She said she wanted to be a vet.

Well, I wanted
to be a test pilot.

And you can be.

If you work hard and believe in
yourself, there's nothing you can't...

You wanna hear what I got

or make another one
of these speeches?

What you got.

So, Megan did admit she was
in Laurie-Beth's dressing room

with the Pageant Director
Jake, who confirms this.

Grodie.

But she also remembers sharing
Velma's makeup with her

after the swimsuit competition.

Whoa, did she have a reaction?

She said she felt fine.

So, if the face powder
was fine after swimsuits,

but it was spiked by the time
of Carly's ribbon dance,

Velma's makeup had to have
been spiked somewhere in here.

We can check the footage

to see who was accounted for
during that time.

I'm pretty sure
all the girls were,

expect of course
for Megan, but...

And in the same way...

- Wait a second.
- Next up,

Elise Falcon.

They're wonderful, aren't they?

That guy creeps me out.

Each girl just wonderful
in their own way.

And in the same way...

Not him. Her.

Lourie-Beth's mom?

Gayle.

She said she was filming
the whole time.

She lied.

Oh, snap!

And right during
the window of opportunity.

What if Gayle saw Laurie-Beth
was losing and got desperate.

Desperate enough to sabotage

the one girl threatening her
daughter's chance of winning.

Velma.

U-G-L-Y,
Gayle ain't got no alibi.

The evidence is right there,
isn't it?

I'm not sure.

If we can only get a confession.

So, we're discussing
charges with Velma's lawyer.

The question of manslaughter versus
second degree murder at this point.

We just need to
clear up a few details.

I'm just happy to be here
to watch Velma go down.

Well, we only need
Gayle present,

- since she shot the footage.
- Sure, but...

I should be with her.

It's fine. Really.

So, if you could note
any instances

where Velma's
story doesn't match up,

it would help us out a lot.

Give it up for Velma everyone.

The evidence
points to you Velma.

So, we're just gonna walk
through this step by step.

You know your victim's mother
shot this footage?

I told you, I'm innocent.

So, at this point
Laurie-Beth was in the lead

and the only was you could win

was to put the rose hips
in her makeup.

A big rash on her face
before the formal wear.

I didn't do it.

She messed up her solo.

She wasn't even
in the lead after that.

I swear, I didn't do it.

That's not what you said
in your earlier statement.

They forced me to take the deal.

I didn't have a choice.

Why do you want to ruin my life

for something I didn't do?

When did you tamper
with the makeup?

It had to have happened
around this time

and I don't know who else
had the opportunity.

It's okay to cry.

Let it out, girl.

It was just one mistake.

She played her
flute solo perfectly

every time in practice.

She should have won, no problem.

I just wanted to give
Velma a rash.

Laurie-Beth deserved to win.

Oh, God!

I've lived with this
all these years. I can't...

Got it. That was
an amazing performance.

It's a shame.

You really would have been
a super great actress.

Thanks.

But I'm a great organic farmer

and that's cool too.

I believe in truth,
justice and the American way.

And as a lawyer,

I will spend my life
teaching law breakers

that crime doesn't pay.

Apples, peaches and pears,
oh my!

Pie-esta is officially
under way.

That's right,
it's a fiesta of pie.

We have vendors
from all over the city

who have come to share

a piece of Seattle's
tastiest tradition.

It seems that everyone out here
is hungry for a little taste

of sweet, sweet victory.

Okay.

Did you ditch the truck?

Then we're all set.

Stan'll get you on a bus

and on your way to Boston
safe and sound.

Be strong, okay?

- You'll make it through this.
- Yeah.

Hey, I never
told you before, but...

You really rock this look.

Your father...

Mom, not this again.

What you're doing for him,

it's kind of you.

Thank you for your help.

Give me a call when you make it.

I promise I'll pick up
this time.

Berths are all in use,
no sign of Sloane.

Dustin's Port-a-Potties
reported this truck missing

today at 10:00 a.m.

What the hell?

Who steals a port-a-potty truck?

Grab the rifles.

Oh, my God, this is...
This is just awful.

Hey. I brought ramen.

I'm talking four chili peppers,

melt your face off...

Seward Park turned chaotic...
What's wrong?

When feral zombies
went on a rampage

viciously attacking the crowd
attending Seattle's... -No.

- Annual pie festival.
- Oh, my God! No.

They need me at the morgue.

Go.

I'm sorry, Liv.

I just got called into work.

We're here though.
Do we come back later?

The chief cook
of Mr. Boss's Utopium empire

lives right there.

Think about it.

Utopium first appeared here
in Seattle.

This might be the guy
who invented it.

And if this Beanpole Bob
is the guy

who made the batch
of tainted Utopium,

then he very well might be

the father of all zombie kind.

Then since we're here...

Peyton, wait. Look.

What the...

The father of all zombie kind...

Is Liv's dad.