Previously on iZombie...
- Jimmy and his comedy troupe do a... - A portfolio of sketches.
About a human couple living next door to a zombie couple.
We post them online, the episodes go viral.
Do you have a name for it?
Hi, Zombie.
The AP picked up the Freylich story.
Now everyone knows that these kids have a zombie cure
just inside their skulls.
Are you Darcy Bennett?
You're here about my Freylich brain.
How does half a million sound?
You dad wants to see you...
General Mills and I haven't been on speaking terms for a long time.
He's gonna be here with the contingent from the US government.
First, you kidnap me and turn me into a zombie.
And now you want me to do Fillmore Graves a favor?
Watch where you going! Hey!
You wanna know who your father really is?
Just dying to know?
He was a junkie.
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The greatest high in the world, perfect bliss in a bottle.
Like how Matthew McConaughey feels on the greatest night of his life,
but you can snort it.
Anyway, the way the twins describe this Utopium stuff of yours,
sounds amazing.
It's getting there.
I feel like the formula still needs a little bit of work though.
So get to work.
And change that shirt of yours once in a while.
People are starting to talk.
And take it easy on that stuff.
Quality control. It's part of the process.
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Hey. Just boxed up the new batch.
You interested in giving it a spin?
Yeah, pick me up.
Why are you still tinkering, man?
That last batch was perfection.
Methylenedioxyamphetamine level was too low.
I want the basal ganglia firing on both cylinders.
Serotonin and dopamine cascading together.
It's crazy, it's that simple.
Match the right chemicals with the right brain parts,
anything can happen.
Anything.
Martin Roberts?
Yes.
Uh...
My name is Olivia Moore.
I'm your daughter.
This is unbelievable.
Mom finally gave me your name, and after that it was easy.
I work for the police department.
You're a police officer?
Assistant to the medical examiner actually, but...
So your mom, I imagine she told you some stories.
Well, she did tell me some.
Well, that was a long time ago.
And I'm sober now.
And, uh...
Sorry.
Sorry, uh, work. I have to go, but...
Maybe we could get together, get a coffee or...
Yes, I'd love that.
Well, here's my card, so...
Okay, sorry, I have to go.
Liv...
I'm glad you found me.
Yeah.
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I could tell when he opened the door, right off the bat.
His eyes.
Evan's eyes, it's him.
It's my dad.
Man, that's a lot.
Mmm.
I've done it.
Best grilled cheese the world's ever seen.
Cheddar and Jack melted to perfection,
on sourdough, toasted a sexy golden brown.
And what better to nestle in amongst all that cheese
than the cheesiest of brains? Car salesman.
- Car salesman? - Yeah.
Tell me that's not Rick Randall's brain in there.
Rick Randall, drove off the Fremont Bridge, a suicide.
No, Rick Randall, the murder victim.
This was the message he left on his wife's phone
before he went into the lake.
Gina, my car's out of control!
It's steering itself!
- I can't stop! Call someone! - Oh, God!
- That can happen? - Uh-huh. Cars can be possessed.
- Herbie for example. - Herbie wasn't possessed.
You're thinking of Christine.
Herbie wasn't evil, he was the Love Bug.
All right, focus up.
Rick drove a Malevex Six, it comes with a self-drive setting.
It's possible someone accessed the system from the outside.
Vampire Steve's checking, so save some of that brain for Liv.
Oh, and before I forget...
Annual raffle time.
It's a buck each, you know the drill.
Everyone in the department sells at least 50 tickets.
No complaints, it's for a good cause.
You know everyone just buys their own tickets, right?
I don't care as long as we meet our quota.
Well, what's the prize this year?
Margo Ball Motors donated a souped up '67 Mustang.
Mmm, not really a car person.
Eh, don't buy a ticket.
What's the prize for whoever sells the most tickets?
- A mountain bike. - The mountain's on the other side of the wall.
Then don't win the contest.
Ooh.
Check it out. Now this was the world's best grilled cheese.
Oh, cute.
Meanwhile, I sold 60 raffle tickets.
Sixty? We only got 50.
I sold 10 of yours too, which makes me current sales leader.
I haven't started, you cheated.
I've heard that before.
Oh, that's right, it's the first line of the loser national anthem.
All right, I'm off to get more tickets and win this thing.
Make yourself useful, answer the phones or something.
Dream on, I am ten times the salesman you are.
I just like to start from behind,
so it hurts worse when I blow past you.
Bring it on, blondie.
I'll probably solve this case before you too.
Laters.
Well, I'll help you like "Blue Bayou",
because that's my theme song.
Were you aware of anyone who had anything against Rick?
Family, friends, maybe a rival at work?
They were all rivals at that place.
God, the testosterone.
All trying to be alpha dog.
Backstabbers, every one of them.
So, what's the sitch, Clive?
We got a live one?
Liv, this is Mrs. Randall, widow of the deceased.
Mmm-hmm, I'm up to speed.
So, who wanted him dead?
I think we can get that SOB the death penalty.
Don't like the death penalty?
What about life behind bars?
- Liv... - Picture it.
- The widow? - The widow.
Mrs. Randall.
Isn't it true you recently purchased a substantial life insurance policy
- for your husband? - Ravi.
We upgraded our policy a couple years ago after Rick got a promotion.
You two.
All right, give us a minute, please.
Ravi.
What was that about life insurance? Where did you...
Babs, who taught me it's always the spouse?
You.
I trusted my gut.
Paid off. Up top.
You're not a detective, stay out.
- She's not a detective. - But I'm a closer.
Let's head back in there and I'll break her.
Now that I loosened the lid.
Lieutenant.
Acting Lieutenant.
I was able to look over the systems about Malevex.
Long story short, the self-drive was hacked from outside.
Who could do that?
A hacker, a good one.
Or anyone with access to the factory settings on the car.
- So, like, anyone at the dealership? - Yeah.
I'll call the general manager, see who all had access.
Can you, like, put a trace on the hack?
If you mean trace the command codes back to the source IP, maybe.
But whoever did this covered their tracks rather nicely.
I may need the host computer to verify.
Excellent work, Steve.
I would say that warrants a special deal on raffle tickets.
I'll go 10 for 10 bucks.
That's not a special deal, that's just what they cost.
Straight talk, 20 tickets for a Jackson.
Come on.
- Whatever, sold out anyway. - Me too.
- I'll take 20. - 40.
Blaine!
What...
What did you do?
The, uh, deposit on my Freylich girl's brain went through and...
No offense, but when it comes to tables,
I prefer a Noguchi to ping pong.
Mommy doesn't let us have food or drink down here.
Well, she made this for me herself.
After I got her a new washer and dryer.
Whisper quiet.
Unlike her son.
Anyway, I need you to find our old friend Dalton Earl Duke.
I have a business proposition for him.
You called me here just for that?
Of course not.
I thought we could catch up.
We hardly get any quality time anymore.
What happened to us?
I have a bar to run by myself.
Yeah.
- How is the old Scratching Post? - You mean Don E Be Good.
I get you're laying low.
But you could still help out in the back.
By doing what? Invoices?
For instance.
- At least, just consider it. - Considered. No.
Okay, good catch up. Now go, Don E.
Go.
Oh, and tell Mom E,
I'm ready for a refill.
Corporal Jones.
Says here you have flu symptoms.
Feels like I got hit by a truck.
Let me take a look.
I don't believe I've seen you before.
Congratulations, Doc.
You're a zombie now.
If you wanna survive, you need to do exactly what I say.
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Welcome back, darlin'.
Congrats on arranging the summit.
Ambassadors, and senators, and generals. Oh, my.
Well, don't congratulate me yet.
And they agreed to come hear us out,
you know, see for themselves that zombies
aren't slaughtering humans in the streets.
If they don't buy into Major's plan, they might just nuke us anyway.
Oh, it's gonna go great.
All right? You're smart, you're focused and sexy.
But you know, if we might get nuked at any minute,
wouldn't you like to sail into the hereafter
behind the wheel of a classic American...
I already bought tickets from Liv.
- Did you? - Yeah.
So what are the chances you reach an actual agreement
- with our friends in the US government? - Slim.
One of the generals has a daughter stuck here in Seattle.
He wants to see her, and we can't find her.
Not good.
Hey, we'll still keep trying but, uh...
It's time. Hi, Zombie dropped 40 seconds ago.
- Thank you. - Yeah.
So, how nervous is the executive producer right now?
Well, since she's bet her entire career on its success, very.
- There it is. - Oh.
Okay, here goes nothing.
Come on, Ed, it's just dinner.
They're the new neighbors, we're being polite.
I know, it's just every morning I go out to get the paper
and Jeff waves at me and goes, "Hi, Zombie."
- Hello! - Ed, you are a zombie.
But you don't just say that.
Do I go up to Mrs. McConney and shout,
"Hi, Italian."
Or when my boss gives me a deadline, am I like,
"You got it, black guy."
- Or when I see Mrs. Chan... - Don't be so sensitive, Ed.
Hi, zombies.
Hi, humans.
Just be a few minutes, ma'am. Thank you.
A free zombie state.
Located on a remote island in the Puget Sound.
My predecessor, Vivian Stoll, was preparing it for the 300 zombies
she knew existed at the time.
Now we're looking to relocate all 10,000 zombies to this...
Zombie island?
It's ambitious,
but we believe this is our best solution.
Short of a cure which we're all working on.
You want me to ask voters to spend their tax dollars
- on dead people instead of live ones? - Senator...
He wants you to ask your voters to save the planet.
I understand your concerns.
But I believe if we work together in good faith,
we can find a way forward toward a more peaceful tomorrow.
Nootropics, huh?
I take these and I'm like the Limitless guy?
Steroids for your mind. Your brain will be kicking sand in the face
of all the weakling brains down at brain beach.
They said you'd gone legit.
This seems like a pretty nice little scam.
Oh, it works. I get string theory now.
Go ahead, take a free sample, you'll see.
And the money?
Same as when I was in the gourmet brain business.
Just now, I run with thought leaders and entrepreneurs
instead of goons and killers.
I don't really miss the smuggling business.
Mmm.
- So what do you want to talk about? - Smuggling.
I need to talk to your old associates in the black market brain biz.
Think I can offer you something that thought leaders and entrepreneurs can't.
Maybe your jacked up brain can wrap itself around this number.
I'll make a few calls.
Yo, Bean Pole.
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Bean Pole, where you at, man? We gotta move this stuff.
Oh, come on, you junkie, where'd you go off to now?
Scott E, get a move on, dude,
we're ready to roll out of here.
I'm coming, keep your pants on.
I'm surrounded by idiots.
So I says to him, "My man, I'm glad you got a good price",
but those are not Ted Baker boots."
Oh, man. So they weren't boots?
Dude, calm down.
What? He just told a story.
Whatever, we got drugs to sell.
Fresh from the oven, let's go.
So you're hitting the Nine Trolls or...
Julian's got the escape part covered.
Max Rager's throwing a little soirée on the company yacht.
Think I'll swing by.
Dude, why not just say boat party like a regular human?
Ah. Because it's a soirée, Scott E.
I don't see why you like that guy.
What? He's fun.
Utopium, certain batch,
just anything relating to a drug chemist called Bean Pole Bob,
any references between 2014 and 2015.
Great. Thank you, Sergeant, bye-bye.
Hiding behind phones while I'm pressing flesh and closing suckers.
Not how you win the sales game, my friend.
That was Clive's friend in Vice,
who I've enlisted in my search for that Bean Pole Bob guy
and potentially a zombie cure.
Now, I'll turn to the CDC's list of Freylich kids Charlie sent me
which shows one kid here in Seattle whose life I'll now help safeguard.
So you really wanna go head-to-head with Renegade?
The Renegade in the saving lives area?
I saved more people than that before breakfast.
Nope.
Oh. Hi.
Hi, sorry, I'm a bit early.
It's fine. Ravi, this is Martin Roberts.
Right, Martin Roberts.
Yep, deadbeat dad.
Out to make up for a 30-year absence with one hot dog.
Hmm.
Wish me luck.
Good luck.
Hello?
Hi, yes, I'd like to speak to a Ms. Darcy Bennett.
My name is Ravi Chakrabarti and I'd like to speak to her about...
Dropped out? When?
After rehab, I didn't have a ton of options.
Mom said that you traveled the globe working for Doctors Without Borders?
Yeah, that was tough.
- You see things. - But for your soul.
I don't know.
Maybe a little pride in doing something for the greater good,
but you know there was so much death.
So much suffering, I...
I'm sure I'll always be haunted by it.
You all right?
Oh, it's seasonal, you know.
So, you're a zombie.
- You can tell? - Yes.
Out and proud.
I admire that.
- Um, what can I get you? - Oh.
Extra peppers and hot sauce, please.
Make that two.
You're a zombie, too.
How did you get turned?
Aleutian Flu shot. You?
I'm an O.Z., I got scratched at the Max Rager boat party.
Here you go.
Oh.
So when's the last time you used, Martin?
Congestion, flush,
manual tremors, I'm a doctor, I know the signs.
You're still on Utopium.
_
I know it must be disappointing to learn your father is an addict.
No, this is on me, Mom told me what you were
and I tracked you down anyway.
I didn't know what I was expecting, she'd be loving this.
The thing of it is, Liv, when I saw you at the door,
I don't know, it was like...
You're the reason I needed.
- The reason? - Yes, the reason I needed to kick.
Once and for all.
I don't think I have anything left to give, Martin.
And if I wasn't a reason when I was born,
why would I be one now?
I have to go to work.
Take care of yourself.
Okay, if you all follow me, we have lunch waiting
and we can prepare for the afternoon session.
Lillywhite, I thought we agreed my daughter would be here.
I hoped she would, General.
But she chose not to come, for her own reasons.
You know what this is, don't you?
- It's a difficult situation. - It's a hostage situation.
You zombies are terrorists holding half a million humans hostage
until you get what you want.
I don't even know why we're here.
The US government doesn't negotiate with terrorists.
I've been biting my tongue a long time.
But now, now that you couldn't produce my daughter,
I'm going to walk through the rubble of Seattle.
I believe there are sandwiches and drinks available in the commissary.
I turned back and he was just standing there
looking so forlorn.
You could've gotten in when the getting was good.
Them's the breaks.
Driving through the mountains? Orgasmic.
Yeah, it's bad, real bad.
We got the general manager in there.
Right.
Let's rip his face off.
Ravi, no, I told you...
Clive, what do you wanna do with the case?
I wanna close it, but not in the way you're thinking,
so just, no. Come on, Liv.
So, Mr. Fischer, I understand the Malevax Six comes with the self-drive?
Amazing vehicle, the auto pilot mode
is one of its many incredible features.
You could drive it to New York City without lifting a finger.
You're not gonna hook this brick, Green B.
Never say never.
The auto drive comes with factory presets, correct?
Anyone with those could access the auto drive?
Well, I mean, conceivably.
You have access to the presets?
Yeah, but I'm not gonna off my best salesman.
Rick Randall was a closing machine,
he won the annual sales competition five years running.
- Annual sales competition? - First place gets a Malevax Six.
Second place gets a set of steak knives,
last place, a pink slip.
- Ooh. - Fired?
Rick always won, it drove Stu Solano crazy.
- Who's Stu Solano? - Second place, five years running.
Guys got a lot of steak knives.
- Let me guess, bitter? - Oh, he's bitter, all right.
Rick stole Gina from him.
Rick's wife used to go out with Stu?
Mmm-hmm.
Well, she didn't mention that.
I get it, why spread around you were with a second place nobody.
Stu's good, he just lacks a killer instinct.
Sales is a blood sport.
It sure is.
Rick cheated.
Bribed the desk for leads, stole them from the other salesmen.
I played to win, but I played fair.
Far as I'm concerned, I won.
With the steak knives to prove it.
When Rick married your ex Gina,
were you cool with that?
Gina?
She was more of a demo for me, you know?
If you want a guy with motive,
take a look at Teddy Fischer.
Rick was gunning for Teddy's job and everybody knew.
Especially Teddy.
The best loser there is, bon voyage, Jack.
Are you a winner, Rick? Or should I ask your wife?
- Who's Jack? - Jack Klein?
Used to work for Margo Ball,
got old, got slow, got fired last year.
Sales, man, it's a blood sport.
Gentlemen, thanks for coming.
What I have for you is an invitation to join a business venture.
It's not unlike the brain smuggling you've done in the past,
only now the owner of the brain will remain attached
and alive.
So it's basically the same deal.
And the financial terms will reflect this increase
in the unit we're transporting.
You're each receiving a name and an address.
And the items you will be transporting.
You bring 'em in, you get paid, you go get another.
"Bird Manor Hall School for Girls."
Is this a kid?
They all are, or rather, teens,
who let's be honest, are the worst.
So, you may need to come up a little on the fee.
I already gave them a bump for the extra weight.
You didn't mention they were kids.
Teens, who other than the random passage of time are basically adults.
- Why do they care? - Well, it's, um...
It's a moral issue.
These guys?
Give me a second.
Hey.
Okay, extra 15,000 a head.
To cover the moral issue.
- Five. - Thirteen.
Ten.
- Hmm. - Okay, then.
Let's go round up some rugrats, huh?
_
Clive, let me ask you a question, you were in Vice.
How many people who've been heavily addicted for 30 years
turn themselves around?
Hmm, I know it happens.
- That's good. - I've never seen it, though.
Hi, Seattle P.D., we're looking for Jack Klein?
- What for? - I'm Jack, how can I help you?
We wanted to ask you some questions about the death of Rick Randall.
Like how great it was?
Emily, honey.
- Whatever, I'm late. - Call me if your practice runs late.
Dad, I'll text you 'cause it's not 2003, okay?
Come on in.
Yeah, I worked at Margo Ball for what, um, 23 years.
It must've hurt when they fired you after all those years of service.
That whole place was toxic.
I mean, I feel sorry for those miserable jerks.
Emily transferred back from USC,
so I get to see her a lot more than I used to.
Get to see some of her field hockey games.
Plus, the coffee's much better at home.
I'm much happier here.
We looked over the sales numbers,
it looks like you slipped into last
after Rick closed a deal you originated.
- Were you aware of that? - So what if he did?
What do they always say over there?
- "Sales is a..." - "Blood sport."
Right.
A witness said he heard you suggest that Rick should
ask his wife something the day you were fired.
- What did you mean? - Not my finest moment.
What did you mean?
Get this, Rick's wife Gina,
she used to go around with Stu Solano.
- Oh, we're aware. - Yeah, but did you know
that all along she was two timing with Teddy.
What? Teddy Fischer?
- The general manager? - See what I mean?
Place is a snake pit.
Don't tell me I'm raging out, I'm not raging out!
Your eyes are a little red, Ed.
I went swimming, it's from the chlorine.
You're darn right, I'm furious, but not because I'm a zombie,
it's because you're an idiot.
Peak TV, my ass.
There's my girl.
Sorry to send in the heavy like this.
It's just when I heard people were looking for you,
I got a little worried that my investment might be at risk.
Carl, you can go.
So...
Any idea who our mystery caller might be?
My roommate took the call,
said his name was like Ravi "Shark Buddy" or something.
And he was putting on a fake British accent.
I know him actually, accent's real.
He wants your brain for science, so,
I'd definitely steer clear.
It's probably best that you just lay low for a while.
Lay low?
- In here? - Yup.
I mean, being bored out of my mind is not on my bucket list.
Okay.
There are other places we could stash you in that are a bit more lively.
Have you ever been to The Scratching Post?
I think we should get Gina and Teddy back in here.
If they were having an affair, and he knew Rick was gunning for his job,
they could've worked together.
I don't know, I say there's something off about that Jack guy.
Liv, the man still owns a flip phone,
you think he can hack a Malevax?
Clive, Liv.
Ravi, whatever sales nonsense this is, I'm just in no mood.
I've had a vision.
Rick walks out to his car, finds his windscreen smashed.
That's it? You call that a vision?
And the words, "Die, pig" spray painted on his hood.
I don't suppose you saw who smashed his window and tagged his car?
Yeah, you never do.
But I'll see if his insurance company has any photos.
Boom! That easy. Oh, and if you got a few more raffle tickets.
Actually, me, too,
twice whatever you've giving him.
No, no, no, no, no.
No more tickets, just no, no, no.
Ah, ah, ah!
Coffee's for closers.
I still have more tickets.
Burrito Monday is officially canceled.
It sucks.
Owning a bar is supposed to be fun.
I shouldn't be doing grunt work.
God!
My life is the worst.
We could switch, I'll run the bar, you could be the zombie prostitute.
And what the hell? I thought we had a strict "No love songs"
"on the jukebox" policy.
- Who put this on? - I did.
It happens to be my jam.
_
What, you don't like music?
I just think that this song is a little cheesy.
Says the guy wearing that shirt.
What?
No, it's...
Bold.
- Can I get a beer? - Can I see some ID?
No, I got this.
It's on the house.
No freakin' way.
Hey, hey.
That's the girl.
The match maker told me about my soul mate.
- She's out of my league, isn't she? - Oh, yeah, way out.
But also that's Blaine's Freylich girl.
Fatal brain disease, she's going to be dead any minute.
So, well...
Sorry, I guess.
Well, it turns out our dead guy Rick
did make an insurance claim after his car was vandalized.
- Yeah, he did. - Here's what's interesting.
These holes here,
whoever smashed it used something with a rounded end
that punched through the glass.
- Like a baseball bat? - Or a golf club.
Ah, could be.
Could be, or...
- A field hockey stick. - Jack's daughter.
Emily Klein.
Remember how happy she was that Rick was dead?
She didn't strike me as a girl with a dragon tattoo.
Oh, that so?
She happens to be a Computer Science major at USC.
Expelled last year for hacking a blimp during homecoming week
and programming it to display lewd comments
about her ex during the UCLA game.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
The closer is heading out to make his collar.
This is the best part of my job.
Okay, so I smashed up his precious Malevax.
The guy ruined my dad's life and I had to drop out of USC,
that doesn't mean I killed him.
Computer Science major, Robotics team.
And it won't be your first time hacking into a vehicle.
You know, the, um, "Thanks for the HPV, Dave" blimp incident?
- He deserved that. - And Rick deserved it, too, right?
I didn't kill Rick Randall.
Go ahead, check the activity.
I have nothing to hide.
Fine, let me get our guy in here.
- Yeah, Steve? - She's gonna crack,
then not only will I have closed the case,
but I've crushed your raffle ticket sales.
Clive solved it, you just told him what you saw in a vision.
- Pot meet kettle. - Besides,
no way you can top my 320.
Oh, 324.
- I've still got two hours. - As do I.
So, how many trombones would you like to play your...
Look, officer, I just need to talk to my daughter.
Or that detective, what's his name?
Babineaux, please, my daughter's innocent.
- She should not be in there. - Mr. Klein?
Please, Emily didn't do this.
I did.
You hacked the Malevax.
Yeah.
Okay, I'll bite. Why don't you tell Steve here how you did it?
Okay.
First I emailed Rick officially
from a bogus Malevax support address
asking him to update his firmware. This link
had a Trojan horse that installed a backdoor
into the car's telematic control unit giving me access to the VPN.
How did you overwrite the shadow files?
I cracked 'em, downloaded firmware,
then Nmap'd the script so I could view the cipher text
with a verbose switch.
That's one way to do it.
I've spent all year studying Emily's coding textbooks,
just so that I could get back at Rick for what he did to us.
I'll write it all down for you, just let me talk to my daughter, will you?
So, if you're serious...
I'm absolutely serious.
This one specializes in long term addiction.
Uh, this one pairs patients with the right therapist,
they don't just send everybody to the same guy.
Can't believe you're doing this for me.
Against my better judgment.
You're a good person, Liv.
Good people can't help themselves.
Okay, General, you're all set.
Hope you had a productive summit.
Senator Hoover?
So, go ahead and roll your sleeve up for me.
The hell?
You've just been scratched and turned zombie.
Please remain calm, this kit contains hair dye,
self-tanner and brains to last till you arrive in D.C.
If you wanna survive and you want this to stay secret,
you will cooperate.
Await further instructions.
You work for us now.
Welcome back to the United States, Senator.
_
Hey, yo.
- It's your turn. - Sorry?
Put something on the jukebox.
I'll make fun of your song.
Kind of busy.
Whoa, when did it get so cold in here?
It's an automatic thermostat.
I mean, I kind of thought we had a fun little moment earlier.
Just, you know, got a bar to run.
Ah, got it, okay.
Have a nice life.
All right, uh...
Uh, couple of weeks ago, this match maker
told me that she knew a girl who would be perfect for me.
And before I could get any more details,
- she was murdered... - The girl?
No, the match maker.
And so I thought, maybe you were that girl.
I mean, you got the skull tattoo,
- but, you know... - What?
You're gonna die like any second
- and you know, I can't... - Dude, we're all gonna die.
Just means I got to get through my bucket list
faster than you.
But isn't the point to rock out till we clock out?
I guess when you put it like that.
So what's like on this bucket list thing?
Well, for starters,
I've always wanted to be in a bar fight.
I...
My song is perfect for the occasion.
You...
It's happening!
Most definitely.
Are you sure we should do this?
- We can get hurt. - What the hell.
Are you and Major in for dinner with me and Peyton tonight?
I can't tonight, I'm seeing my dad.
- Really? - I know.
Probably a dumb idea,
but when has that ever stopped me before.
Congratulations.
- Suck it, loser. - In your face.
You tied.
Maybe you can split it.
But...
You know, I don't really care much for biking anyway.
I don't have room for it, you take it.
Liv Moore understood the stakes
when she took over Seattle's largest
human smuggling organization.
She was there when her predecessor was executed.
She resuscitated the organization
when others believed Fillmore Graves's attempt
at intimidation had succeeded.
You will be pleased to know Riley's mission was a success.
She got Spud out of the city to scratch the doctor
at the VA Hospital,
and selected delegates have now been turned zombie.
Good.
Be careful with that one, sir, she has a tendency to stick her nose
- where it does not belong. - A real pain in the ass.
I've heard.
I would hate for a conflict of interest to arise.
Don't worry.
I know what I'm doing.
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