Previously on iZombie...
You did, in fact, sleep with Michelle
before we got back together.
Yeah.
- So, there's a chance. - I guess.
My father works for the defense department.
General Mills will turn this city into a parking lot
when he finds out what you've done.
- He loves you I assume. - Yes, of course, he loves me.
Then I think his long-standing desire to turn Seattle
into a parking lot won't be medicated.
You get on our conference call tomorrow
and tell your boss that Freylich brains equals zombie cures,
and suddenly, these poor kids will be hunted.
The AP backed up the Freylich story.
Now everyone knows that these kids
have a zombie cure just inside their skulls!
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Oh, please don't be a grosser than normal death that ruins
my memory of the most incredible romantic meal of my life.
You brought Peyton to Le Dome? On your salary?
So worth dropping premium cable.
The remoulade.
It's magnifique.
The chef's a genius.
So, I searched the AKA database
for that utopian chemist Major told us about
from the surveillance tape.
- Beanpole Bob? - Not a single hit.
Several variations of Mike the Pole,
Joe the Pole, so-and-so the pole,
all miscreants of Polish descent.
Ooh, one Beanpole Jim,
and a cat burglar who perished in an AC duct.
- Zero Beanpole Bobs. - Beanpole Bob.
Sounds like the little rascal
that ended up on the cutting room floor.
Eleanor Hickmott. Head Chef.
Best guess? Suffocation.
So much for the remoulade.
At least it's not a gross one.
More like somebody wanted her to go.
He gets it.
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What's stumping me is that her hands and arms were free when she died.
But I didn't see signs of a struggle which just doesn't seem...
Are you the detective?
I am, and you are?
Saul Manero. I own the place.
Any leads on my missing brains?
We open in four hours.
Your missing brains?
Twelve in the freezer yesterday. This morning, zip.
We're mostly focused on, you know, the murder?
But noted.
Is there anyone you can think of who might've wished her harm?
Anyone? Try everyone.
She was an unrelenting perfectionist.
She fired people for existing wrong.
Who didn't fantasize about offing that lady?
Total nightmare.
- So did you fantasize about... - Oh, yeah.
Not like that though. More, uh, a machete thing.
Oh.
She must've been an amazing chef.
A genius, but also a monster.
It happens, you know.
Edison electrocuted puppies.
Wow. Fun fact.
Are your personnel files up to date?
I like to get the files of everyone Miss Hickmott fired.
Ooh. Wait here.
I wanna remember you like this, Liv.
Pre total nightmare.
Yeah.
Oh, hey.
You ever come across a Beanpole Bob back in vice?
Utopium cook for Mr. Boss.
Ravi thinks that if he can lead us to tainted utopium,
CDC has equipment that could analyze it.
We could copy it,
basically open a zombie cure factory.
Beanpole Bob, it's not ringing any bells.
So...
You're gonna eat chef's brain, right?
That's how it works?
Yeah, that's, uh... That's what I do.
Her remoulade. She never wrote anything down.
Try it. Call me the second the recipe comes to you.
It doesn't quite work like that...
Liv, for God's sakes, take the remoulade.
Okay.
Hmm.
There's no room for discussion, Dr. Chakrabarti.
The CDC will no longer partner with you.
You lied about Freylich Syndrome brains
when you knew they were a cure.
Do you understand the danger those kids are in now?
They will be hunted!
I think you're being a bit overdramatic.
Oh, come live in Seattle for a while and see if you feel the same.
Good bye, Doctor.
Wha...
I said, "Good day, sir." Grumble, grumble.
This is unreal.
I might be able to get you a list of names.
Everybody with Freylich Syndrome around the country.
Really?
Saxon's a soulless machine.
I needed to come in late for a family emergency last week,
and he told me that at the CDC, we don't get to have the luxury
of personal emergencies.
Uh, what was the emergency?
Sorry, that's none of my business.
Just some stuff with my mom.
Is there anything I can do...
Actually, Ravi...
There might be.
This explains why she didn't fight back
while being methodically plastic wrapped.
Hematoma. Evidence of concussion.
She was conked in the head, then wrapped up.
Sometime around 1:00 a.m.
Conked with what?
Based on the bruise,
something about the width of a French bread.
We don't need to have a motif here.
- You asked. - Fine.
We'll keep our eyes peeled for menacing bread.
Hmm.
Garlic, paprika, horseradish.
What, is it gawk-like-a-moron day?
Somebody write this down.
Insult me all you want. As long as you save me some of that remoulade.
Enjoy.
Gonna go grab some Hellfire Puffs.
- You guys? - We're good.
All right.
Man, have you ever seen that guy eat anything green?
One day, he's just gonna drop dead.
Now you see him, now you...
If I polish these boots anymore,
I'm gonna strip the leather.
Somebody ought to remind Justin,
he just ordered an inspection two days ago.
Look out!
Seriously?
Okay, so let me get this straight.
First, you kidnap me and turn me into a zombie.
And now you want me to do Fillmore Graves a favor?
I want you to do the people of Seattle,
zombies and humans, a favor.
Look, I'm talking self-preservation here.
You dad wants to see you...
General Mills and I haven't been on speaking terms for a long time.
He's not particularly open-minded.
He's gonna be here with the contingent from the US government.
The man holds sway at the Pentagon.
It's in our best interest not to piss him off.
Commander, Captain Bell just called from lockdown.
Something about a break-in, then the line went dead.
Look out! Behind you!
Hey, get him!
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It was quick and well-planned.
The intruders killed two outside, four in the break room.
- Why weren't they at their posts? - Don't know.
They took eight prisoners from the deep freeze.
All known Chase Graves loyalists. Enzo included.
- Oh, and Peters is missing. - Peters?
He was post at the entrance.
He must've been their inside source.
They had to have one.
Where's Justin?
Okay, look alive, people.
I've got a mugging turned deadly outside of a hockey rink.
It just needs someone to follow up
with the Zamboni driver who witnessed it.
Cavanaugh, think you can handle that?
Oh, sorry, sir. I was just lost
in the luster of your warm brown eyes.
It's still my wife's office.
If she's got a thing for my lustrous brown eyes,
well, who can blame her?
Okay, a Fleet Street stabber...
Heard you guys could use help?
Uh, Michelle, what, uh...
You didn't get the paperwork?
This Lieutenant inbox?
They put that kind of information in there.
I'm supposed to fill in for Detective Babineaux for the next few weeks?
Apparently, they kicked him upstairs.
You got a case for me?
I'll take the Fleet Street stabber if anyone else...
Actually, Cavanaugh's rolling with that.
- He is? - Yeah, you are.
A statement from the Zamboni driver
at the Seattle Sockeyes practice rink.
I'll give it my best, Detective.
All right, then. Go solve some murders.
Are you gonna be weird about this?
What? Weird?
Not at all.
It's...
Not weird.
Okay, then.
Dear God! Did someone run this through cat litter?
So, Jerry. I see on your Le Dome application that you...
Misspelled "communication skills."
What is that font called? Rube?
You were previously a line cook.
And yet, you took a dishwasher job at Le Dome.
I was a cook at the Fly Wheel.
What did that involve? Opening a can?
More or less.
I decided it would be better to work my way up at Le Dome
than to stay a line cook at the Fly Wheel where...
Rodriguez, what are you doing?
Tolerable.
Wet the filter, next time.
Oh, brother.
So, the owner says that as dishwasher,
you're usually the last one to leave the restaurant.
Most of the time but...
Chef was still in her office when I left, the night she was killed.
- Did you check on her? - No, but I could hear her yelling.
Really burying the lede here, Jerry.
It sounded like she was fighting with Herb.
That's...
- Herbert Cassel, head waiter? - Yeah.
Could you tell what it was about?
No. Just angry shouting.
I thought it was a robbery thing.
Word is, someone stole her brain supply.
Could 12 brains really be a motive for murder?
Twelve brains, about two pounds, 14 ounces each, street value...
The last I heard, about $650 a kilo, so...
2.65 kilos and 34.5 pounds...
Then 15.65 times 650, so...
$10,173.
Ten grand.
We've seen people kill for less.
But still, we should talk to this waiter.
No kidding.
What caveman taught you penmanship?
Uh, excuse me.
Charlie?
God. Did that bitch really not tell you she had a twin?
Oh, uh...
Charlie just asked for help getting her sister Lyla a message?
And yet, she's the smart one.
The one that doesn't realize saying "twin"
is the same as saying "sister,"
but with more information.
Unless the twin is a brother.
Uh, look, um, my boss gave me your card.
Ravi Chakrabarti. Medical Examiner.
My number is on there, I thought you'd call and I could...
Yeah, if given the choice of calling some dude on the phone,
and going to meet him at a morgue,
I'm picking the morgue.
Right. What better place to have a snog with your boyfriend.
He's not my boyfriend.
I met him at an open mic last night.
He's just here because I'm not gonna go meet
some strange guy by myself like a lunatic.
Cool.
You know I've gotta see one, right?
I mean, I can't come to a morgue and not see a dead body.
What's the point?
Uh, I guess the point is, as I mentioned in the note,
your sister is eager to speak to you.
She's been trying to track you down for months.
- Whoa. - Oh.
So, perhaps we could just video chat with Charlie now?
Hey, Ravi.
Hello. Uh, there's someone here to see you.
What's up?
Lyla?
Wow. Ravi found you.
Hey, so did you tell mom you were the one to lose her ring?
Okay...
Lyla, I've tried.
- But... - And you're still dead to me.
Okay? Bye-bye.
- Piss off. Ciao. - Wait, what?
Let's go, Pete.
- My name is Silvio. - Really? That's kind of hot.
So what's this about a ring?
It's this missing family heirloom.
Mom thinks Lyla lost it because that's what Lyla does.
Lyla swears I lost it but I know for a fact I never had it.
She needs me to be the bad sister at least once.
So maybe do that?
I've tried.
I told Mom I lost the ring and two minutes later,
she forgets and curses out Lyla.
Yesterday, she called me crying because she couldn't
find her cat that died six years ago.
Alzheimer's.
That's what I wanted to tell Lyla.
I'm so sorry.
I wanted her to reconnect with Mom while she was still Mom.
So, Herbert.
It says here you found the body.
I did.
As a head waiter, one of my duties is to
prep the wait staff on the specials.
But the morning I found Chef, I get there.
And there's a pork loin and duck thawing on the counter,
with cabbage and warm beet salad.
So I went into her office to get to the bottom of that and...
That's when I found her.
So the night before, you leave and the dishwasher closes up?
That's the usual routine.
And the night before?
Yes, like normal.
So why did the dishwasher tell us that the last thing
he heard before leaving was you and the chef arguing in her office?
Oh, uh...
Right. Uh, that's true.
We were just discussing a few details...
Discussing? He heard you from the kitchen.
You're not being upfront with us here, Herbert.
About being the last to see her.
About the tenure of your conversation.
Why is that?
Oh, I suppose I thought those details might make me seem guilty.
Lying definitely makes you seem guilty.
With all the brains missing,
why aren't you looking at the zombies?
I mean generally.
Chef de cerveau in particular.
- Chef de... - The brain chef.
Jake.
- He hated Eleanor, he... - The pork loin!
The pork loin was the murder weapon.
Warm beet salad, cabbage? Those go with duck.
What other reason would there be
for a pork loin to be thawing on the counter?
Knocked out by meat?
I mean, is that even possible?
If it was frozen, it would be like swinging a club.
Ravi did say the murder weapon was French-bread sized.
I mean, do we DNA test the pork?
Actually, the pork loin was served.
With warm beet salad?
Were fries extra?
Did they come served in a box with a prize?
We did have one order sent back.
Ten years, I've been head waiter at Le Dome,
this is the first time a customer has ever found a hair in their meal.
Chef de cerveau, it's a ridiculous concept.
Brains, hot sauce.
Throw in bits of whatever for the hell of it. Mix it up.
It's not cuisine.
I'm not in a position to argue with that.
I just wanna ask the brain chef some questions.
One sec. Hello?
Do those spoons look right to you?
Do you even know spoons?
Because those are both soup spoons.
So...
Michelle was out interviewing the Zamboni driver like I asked her to.
The Sockeyes were out in the ice.
It's just... What are the odds?
What happened, Clive?
Player misfired a slap shot,
puck flew over the glass and hit Michelle.
She's in the hospital.
Hey.
Good thing you didn't give me the Fleet Street stabber case.
I could've gotten seriously injured.
How you feeling?
How's the baby?
The baby's fine.
On the other hand, I feel like I was hit by hard rubber
traveling at 100 miles per hour.
And embarrassed.
Please tell me they didn't call the station.
Actually...
When you were admitted, your OB-GYN's office called me.
I guess the hospital reached out to them.
They did?
Oh. Oh, God.
They told me you put me down as the father of the baby.
And your "In Case of Emergency".
The baby's not yours, Clive.
Or at least the odds are against it.
We just had the one time.
Shane and I, well...
Let's just say it's 30 times more likely it's Shane's.
- Why... Why would you... - Because, well, look at you.
You're here.
You brought me snacks and flowers and crosswords.
Sudokus. But I'm happy to go back.
Of course, you are.
And that's why I wrote your name in on that form.
You're the man women want as the father of their child.
Because in the worst case situation, there's no doubt
that Clive Babineaux is gonna show up and be a rock.
I knew that even though you were someone else's husband.
Sorry.
No.
Not sorry.
You lie!
Olivia.
Mom.
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What're you doing here?
Circumstance demanded it.
I didn't think you worked this late.
How are you doing?
Is that rhetorical?
You haven't cared enough how I'm doing to return my calls,
my letters...
Don't talk to me like that.
Like you're the aggrieved party here.
You left your brother to die without any kind of explanation!
Well, surely by now, you figured out why I did what I did.
I would've turned him into a zombie.
That may seem almost normal now, but at the time,
I wasn't sure that was the best option.
You just walked away, Liv!
- You could've... - Could've what?
Told you?
Mom, I am a zombie. I'm a walking corpse.
Your dead child didn't want to be the one who killed your other child,
and maybe I was wrong.
Maybe I would do it differently today but I have tried
apologizing 1,000 different ways,
and if you haven't found a way to forgive me,
I'm done trying.
But I knew, Mom!
I knew that you could save him at the snap of your fingers!
I assumed that's what you did.
I saw Arthur at the hospital that day.
Arthur?
- Dr. Goren? - Yeah.
Uncle Art, your best friend.
You two were so close. You thought Evan and I hadn't figured it out,
- but we did. - You lost me, Liv.
Stop!
Please, he's our dad. We know he's our dad.
We've known that for a long time.
Arthur is not your father.
Can't you stop lying?
What does it matter now?
You wanna know who your father really is?
Just dying to know?
He was a junkie.
A lousy, lying drug addict. Feel better now?
He was out of the picture by the time you were born.
I heard he went into rehab,
joined Doctors without Borders,
traveled the world.
When he was sober, he was a lovely, lovely man.
Brilliant.
Then he showed up, back in Seattle, came to see me, you...
But I wouldn't let him see you until I was sure.
I thought he had changed.
He hadn't.
Where is he now?
Last time I saw him, he was...
On Pioneer Square, with a paper cup begging for change.
What's his name?
Martin Roberts.
Don't look for him, Liv.
He'll only disappoint you.
Mom...
Tell Evan I miss him.
He's not interested.
So you'll head out to Lewiston.
We'll send Riley out with you.
Get her trained now.
Liv, check this out.
Quiet! We're trying to save lives here!
Just keep it down!
They can't go outside, Liv.
They just get a bit stir-crazy.
I need off this brain.
Did you know Le Dome is the only human-zombie restaurant
to receive the Michelin star?
Nope.
Morning, sunshine.
This is Liv Moore from the ME's office,
and this is Jake Dryden, the, uh, chef de chapeau.
The hat chef?
Close enough.
Jake was just telling me
how he used to be the head chef at Le Dome
before contracting the zombie virus.
It's hard to prepare gourmet meals
when your taste buds are shot.
Beethoven was deaf. Suck it up.
A dozen top quality brains were stolen.
One staffer suggested zombie employees
might be stealing brains.
There are three zombies currently employed at Le Dome.
You, Don the waiter, and Raymond the bus boy.
Raymond and Don were out with a group of co-workers.
Their alibi is air tight.
How do you get your brains?
- They're imported. - Smuggled.
A distinction without a difference.
All of the brains feeding Seattle's zombies are smuggled.
We prepay for some of the top minds on the continent.
And they're frozen within moments of death and transported via...
Wait, wait. They're frozen?
So they're kept in a freezer.
Yes.
So if someone was caught stealing brains,
that pork loin would've been right within reach.
That supports the robbery theory.
Okay, listen.
I'm not sure I like where this is heading.
Next time you wanna talk to me,
I'll be bringing my lawyer.
You know what that lawyer is gonna tell you?
That you have no right to search me.
You're not the cops!
Hey. Hey!
Chef caught an employee See somstealing brains. Thing?
Yeah?
He was taking them out by shrink-wrapping them around his torso.
I know I saw him in here.
Ah!
Here he is. Darren Caulley.
He's gotta be our guy.
If people had just been at their posts,
most of them would still be alive.
Any idea what drew them away?
Boredom?
I was afraid of that.
I kept trying to drill them, keep them sharp.
Where were you when you got shot?
There.
They must've thought they'd got me in the head.
You get a look at 'em?
Yeah. Not our guys.
I don't know who they were.
They were efficient though.
They've had some training.
Best guess? Dead Enders.
They're getting bolder.
Dead Enders?
Yeah, they pulled eight of our most militant soldiers
out of the deep freeze.
- What purpose would Dead... - You asked for my opinion.
I asked if you saw them.
I know you don't wanna think Peters could be involved.
You trained him, right?
He's a good guy.
Lousy soldier though.
Capable of planning an operation like this?
Oh, God, no.
Unrest in the zombie community today
as yet another tanning salon was vandalized.
Owners of the zombie gathering spot said that...
I'm watching this.
...nor the last time they expect such havoc.
Okay, what is it?
They're taking me outside the wall tomorrow.
Showing me the ropes.
That's good. Very good.
I don't see why humans and zombies can't live together.
Some of my best friends are zombies.
Kumbaya, you schmuck!
There's no such thing as improving human-zombie relations
any more than you can improve human-T-bone steak relations.
She gets it.
Now I admire that woman.
Miss Durkins sees things clearly.
She just happens to be on the wrong side.
We both know what's coming.
We both want our side to win.
She'd probably make a good zombie.
Bonjour, mon capitaine.
So the guy you thought was your dad isn't your dad?
That's what she told me.
- Heavy. - Yeah.
Hey, you wanna come by the Hub on Friday night?
I'm on evil chef brain,
And I might as well get some use of the brain's upside.
I've been making a mess over everything else.
That sounds fun.
I'll text you the time. Duty calls.
- Bye. - Yeah, bye.
Commander...
Peters!
We've been looking for you.
I need your help.
They'll kill me if they find me.
Who says I won't?
Six soldiers died the other night.
Best case, you're the deserter who abandoned his post.
Worst case, you're the traitor who helped orchestrate their deaths.
I'm neither of those things, sir.
But I know who the traitor is.
Who?
Captain Bell.
Your good buddy, Justin.
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Talk.
I left my post, just to get a snack.
I was gone maybe five minutes.
When I come back, the rest of my squad is dead.
There's four more dead in the break room.
I heard noises down the hall toward the freezers.
When I turn the corner, I see them.
Heavily armed soldiers.
I've never seen 'em before.
And they all just huddled together,
and they're just having a chat...
Yeah?
With Captain Bell.
Now he's bloody but he's fine.
Just standing there casual as can be.
- No. - Think about it.
No one was where they should've been. Why?
'Cause Captain Bell ordered an inspection.
People were polishing boots, making beds...
Commander...
He wanted them exactly where they were.
No, somebody needs to be there.
She can't be alone.
I know. That's why I pay you.
I'm gonna call you back. Stay. Bye.
Lyla.
So, this British friend of yours is kind of stalking me now.
So thanks for that.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
The dude's outside work when I get there,
he's out there when I leave,
keeps texting me articles and YouTube videos and...
Movie clips.
Have you ever seen the movie The Notebook, by the way?
- Everybody's seen The Notebook. - I hadn't.
I was perfectly happy.
Now Ryan Gosling is ruined for me. See?
Almost just cried when I said his name.
The part when Rachel McAdams is an old lady,
and then, she remembers him, and they die together.
You're a bastard.
I'm sorry to hear about Mom.
And I'm sorry that you're having to deal with everything.
I appreciate that.
Your boy says I can use this computer any time.
How is Tuesday, five o'clock?
My time or your time?
My time, of course.
Sounds good.
Look, I'm due in a meeting but I'm really looking forward to Tuesday.
You mind telling Ravi "thank you" for me?
She says thank you.
- Bye, twin. - Bye, twin.
Someone is happy ugly crying in her office right now.
How do you think she'll feel when you show up in person on Tuesday?
A brick will dislodge in her colon.
Uh, that's a vivid image.
Yeah, it's not gonna be pretty.
I just got your text.
Why are we interviewing the brain thief here?
It's a funny story.
Unis show up to arrest this Darren Caulley and he bolts.
They chase him but it's fat Talbot and dough-nut Joe.
So, of course, our perp is getting away,
he turns around, flips him the bird and...
Bus hits him.
Body cams?
Oh, yeah. We'll pick up popcorn on the way back to the station.
- It gets better. - It can't.
Oh, yeah. His apartment is full of stolen electronics.
It's like a whole lotta lotta in there.
The man's having a bad day.
- Let's go make it worse. - Let's.
Murder? You gotta be kidding.
I'm a people person.
When am I supposed to have committed this murder?
Early Tuesday, say 1:00 a.m.
You know where you were at that time?
Oh. Yeah.
I was burgling.
They probably have me on video down at Electric Earl's.
I'm in a red, white and blue stocking cap.
All the loot's in my apartment.
I'm sure the serial numbers will match.
Did you look at the bus boy?
Maybe it was the dishwasher.
She caught one of those guys scarfing down brains out of a bus tray.
I thought Eleanor was gonna rip out that cat's spine.
You realize this is an easy alibi to check?
Yeah. Do your thing. I'm not going anywhere.
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So that's Peters?
- You got him. - Yeah, but he's in bad shape.
He ran from my squad right into Mike Hughes' flamethower,
and really melted his face off.
If we can get him stabilized before he dies,
he could have some interesting stories to tell us.
Why don't you get some rest? We'll take care of him here.
I'll let you know if he starts talking.
Yeah, rest sounds good.
I'm sorry, ma'am.
I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.
- The cote de boeuf you ordered? - Yes?
We are out of the brain Bearnaise sauce that comes with.
That came with the yoga instructor brain.
That's the main reason that I came here.
I need off the brain I'm on.
I need someone mellow.
Okay, okay, I've been there.
That's not the only brain in the ocean, or on our list.
Let's see here. Um...
We're serving a big wave surfer.
Here's a good one. Professor of statistics.
Oh, no. This is the old list.
These brains got stolen a few nights ago.
Let me find you a current list.
You know what? Some other time.
I just solved a murder.
Twelve beats per minute.
All right, yes. I'm a zombie. What of it?
But you're not registered. You have no ID. Why is that?
I don't enjoy queuing up for brains.
Plus, it's safer to pass as human.
Hiding my identity does not mean I robbed a place.
Rob all the places you want.
We solve homicides.
I certainly didn't kill Chef.
A witness says Chef yelled at you for eating scraps at Le Dome.
Brain scraps.
She knew you were in the closet, didn't she?
Isn't it true, Jerry, that if a boat's got two masts,
it's a yawl?
Or a ketch.
It actually depends on the position of the mast
relative to the rudder post.
The Queen and Yacht club's president
was on the menu at Le Dome, last week.
Last time we saw you,
you told us how many kilos were in 34.5 pounds.
Can you remind us how much that is?
I...
- Well... - Huh.
You were so quick with the math, last week.
Now, nothing?
That must be because he was on statistician brain,
also on Le Dome's menu last week.
Where did you get those brains, Jer?
Because those brains were stolen by the thief who killed Chef.
My mom and dad are both chicks.
Eleanor found out I'm closeted and lorded it over me.
She made my life a living hell.
She caught me stealing brains the other night.
She was gonna fire me, out me to my parents.
I panicked. I hit her with the first thing handy and then...
The cling wrap.
Jerry Holloway...
You are under arrest for the murder of Eleanor Hickmott.
Between me and you,
I'm not surprised about Peters.
I always thought there was something off about that guy.
You hungry, Thames?
Nah, I'm good.
I'm starving.
Mind running to the commissary
picking me up a couple of things?
Of course, sir.
Maybe... Maybe Peters is a liar.
Don't lose faith.
Too late.
You really should've stayed gone, Peters.
You picked the wrong team, brother.
I'm thinking maybe you picked the wrong team, brother.
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Look. Major!
I love you. I do.
I tried to support you but you took it too far.
You were willing to sacrifice zombies for humans.
How could you be so naive?
You, Liv...
There is no middle ground, Major.
It's us or them!
It's time to pick sides.
You're a zombie. I recommend you get on board the team.
I picked a side.
Good humans, good zombies. Side by side!
That's not a side!
That's blowing out a candle making a wish!
I trusted you, Justin.
Cuff him.
Everyone, stay back!
I'm sorry, Major.
You're a good guy but the wrong guy for bad times.
You're soft.
You don't have the nerve to...
Clean this up.
Imagine wanting so badly not to disappoint your family
that you murder to keep an embarrassing secret.
I've been there, man.
Our parents screw us up.
If we're lucky, sometimes they lift us up.
Most of the time, they end up doing a bit of both.
We can rebel...
Tell ourselves we're nothing like the people who raised us...
What are you doing? Hey!
- Stop it! - Let me go!
Get off me!
And end up being exactly the person they raised us to be,
and never even realize it.
Looks good, thank you.
- What do I take, Liv? - The cauliflower, please.
Thanks so much.
I know I'm not a mom to these kids.
Oh, yeah.
- Hey, Major. - Hey, there, Major.
Hey, Major.
Hello, Chef.
Well, okay, let's try it with some sauce.
We might lose faith sometimes, but we can't give up on family.
It might be the most important thing we've got.
So he just shot him?
Just like that?
Executed him on the spot.
That doesn't sound like the weakling you described.
No, it does not.
No matter.
There's nothing he can do to interfere with our...
Who is that?
I'll get rid of whoever it is.
- Martin Roberts? - Yes.
My name is Olivia Moore. I'm your daughter.
*CREDITS*