Previously on iZombie...
Must have taken the cure.
Blaine is having some issue with his memory.
He can't remember anything.
322 people are suspected zombies.
- You want me to kill them? - Yes.
You've got the wrong man for the job.
We do know of one zombie...
Liv Moore.
Got you over a barrel, big guy.
You're the Chaos Killer.
No one's dead. They're frozen.
I thought that if I could make Max Rager think that I was killing them,
you would come up with a cure, and it would be a big happy ending for everyone.
- Who's that look like? - Major.
He's the Chaos Killer.
Stop! Turn around.
I'm here, Ravi.
You were late so I let myself in with the hide-a-key.
I did the living room, but I can't tackle the kitchen or the closets
until you get back from the store.
How bad is traffic?
Okay you better hurry, because this type A brain won't last forever.
No, this is all wrong, I need to break it down by genre.
Bye.
FBI, I have a warrant to search this property.
- Wait... - Please step aside.
Wha... What?
What are you doing here?
What is going on, Clive?
Last night, Agent Bozzio arrested Major for the Chaos Killer murders.
Major? That's insane!
You're going to have to stay out of the way, Liv.
Serial number 23391.
Call the company and get the override code.
Moses, check it out.
Body bags.
Fantalyne?
- Where? - Second bedroom. Sock drawer.
Put it with the rest.
And I present to you, the smoking gun.
Found it in the safe, upstairs.
Clive, seriously, there is no way that Major is a murderer.
They found this in Major's safe.
It's a list of names including all of the Chaos Killer's victims.
All of those names have been crossed out.
I don't... Why would he...
Liv, one of the names...
Drake Holloway.
Liv?
Liv, what's going on?
Ravi Chakrabarti, you are under arrest for possession...
- What! - of a controlled substance
- and accessory to murder. - No, that's crazy! Ravi!
You have the right to remain silent...
Ravi!
So, shall we start with this?
- Sorry, start what? - Questioning.
You know how this works. You work for the police.
The people I work with usually don't speak much, I'm not...
Ravi. Why was that in your drawer?
I have no idea.
We found these under Major's bed.
Do you recognize the brand?
Yes. Medical Plastic four, industry standard...
The same type used in the medical examiner's office?
Yes, it's the industry standard...
How do the same body bags you use at the morgue
end up under Mr. Lilywhite's bed?
I have no idea.
Let's talk about the dog, Ravi.
Major comes home with a dog one day, right?
A dog you later learned belonged to one of the victims.
I...
There was a dog, yeah.
Uh, but it was returned to its owner.
I think. I mean, I wasn't there, I have no...
No idea?
You asked me about the dog.
You wanted assurance it was in a good home, didn't you?
Ravi, you haven't been charged yet,
but if you don't help us out here,
you're going to find yourself being charged as an accessory.
Understood.
So, let's start again.
You were telling us about the dog.
The bodies. Where are they?
Brooding expressions don't show up on tape.
Use your words.
You think I killed these people?
Why would I?
You think I'm some sort of kill-the-rich nut-job?
I don't know. Are you?
No.
So you've got no bodies and no motive.
So, what motive would you have for taking out
that guy, for instance?
So it's just a coincidence that Liv Moore's boyfriend is one of the victims?
Police officer Drake Holloway?
Remember what I said about brooding expressions vis-a-vis the tape?
Yeah, I didn't know...
This must be hard for Liv...
That you murdered her boyfriend?
Probably.
I... I told you, I, I...
You, shut your mouth.
You, shut your mouths, and leave me with my client.
Think about what we discussed, Mr. Lilywhite.
Don't think about it. Exit quietly, please.
Okay, wait...
Our mutual friend, Vaughn Du Clark has an interest in your case.
Brandt Stone. You can call me Mr. Stone,
or Washington State Defense Lawyer of the Year Brandt Stone,
or don't call me anything at all, since...
It'll mostly be me talking.
The case is Oscar the Grouch's dream house.
It's a pile of garbage, okay?
Serial murder case with no bodies? Ha.
So, best case scenario,
I call my good friend Federal Judge Danny Hersh,
the ol' Hershey bar, he throws this case into the Puget Sound.
Worst case?
Depends.
Did you do it?
Nah, I'm kidding. Worst case, you go to trial,
you walk, 'cause there's no bodies.
Either way, you walk. So, sit tight.
Relax. And most importantly...
Shut your mouth.
It's good to see you.
It's great to see you. I...
I thought you might not...
Drake Holloway was my boyfriend.
Liv, I'm not supposed to talk about...
Is he alive?
I didn't do this.
All right, I swear.
I'm sure Drake is fine. I just...
You should talk to Ravi.
Look, just tell me that you believe me.
I want to.
Are you okay?
Yeah.
Just, you know...
Hungry.
I do know.
You're out!
Ravi needs a place to stay while the media occupies his front yard.
Yeah, of course.
I just can't believe anyone would think Major did this.
Well...
Ravi?
Major just told me he's not the Chaos Killer.
He implied you'd vouch for him.
He is the Chaos Killer, Liv.
He confessed to me.
You recognize this man, Major?
No.
He's Tim Addis. One of your first victims.
His kids say you trained him
the day before he went missing.
Tell us where we can find the bodies.
Give the victim's families some closure.
He can't tell you that.
My boy has no idea. And you have 30 hours
to either charge him or let him go.
Guard!
Now if you don't mind, I need to get back to my office
and rub ointment on my Shiba Inu's ass,
'cause some breeder sold me $1000 dog with mange.
So, if you're looking for a real crime to go after...
Take my client back to jail.
This conversations is not getting anybody anywhere.
My boss called this morning.
Reminded me that we've got a serial murder
case with no bodies and no witnesses.
Juries today, they've seen every episode of CSI.
They expect fibers, DNA, spectro... Whatever.
Major's face has been everywhere.
Maybe a witness will come forward.
I hear the tip line has been filling up.
The tip line crazies?
Oh, God...
So, these victims aren't even dead?
Major didn't kill them?
And he did all this to protect Liv?
Yeah.
So Drake is still alive?
Frozen and, as discussed, a zombie,
but yes...
If even one of those victims came walking back into civilization,
the FBI's already circumstantial case would fall apart.
And with Stone defending Major...
- Who? - Brandt Stone.
Great lawyer, total sleaze. Hits on me constantly.
But yes, if a victim appeared,
he would have the case thrown out immediately.
Good. 'Cause we need to get Major out of jail.
If he doesn't get brains soon...
He'll go full Romero in a locked building full of walking food.
Do you know where the bodies are?
He never told me.
Okay. Here's what we're going to do.
Ravi, you visit Major, find out where the bodies are.
I'll try and get us some brains.
Okay.
Let's stop this zombie apocalypse.
Brains. Brains. The magical food.
The more you eat, the less you brood.
You just may be saving humanity here, Blaine.
And I'm human, for the moment.
So maybe it's just self-interest.
How does primo yoga instructor brain sound?
What the hell, Blaine?
Our friend from the morgue has been cut off from her brain supply.
She needs a loaner to tide her over.
Something about the apocalypse?
Hmm. You know the so-called Chaos Killer...
Yeah!
They caught the zombie killing son-of-a-bitch!
Yeah, well. He's a zombie himself,
and if he doesn't get out of jail soon,
he's going to get his brains the old fashioned zombie way.
24 hours later,
you'll be the savvy businessmen selling sand in the Sahara.
Oh, God.
Okay. I get it.
You can have all you need.
Great. Thank you.
Just sign up for the brain plan. 25 grand a month.
We now take Bitcoin.
I can bring you a brain in return in a couple days.
It's not brain friends, Liv, it's brain business.
You did hear the part about the apocalypse, didn't you?
Sure did.
That's what's called leverage.
I'd think preventing the end of the world is worth
25 grand.
I don't have that.
Come back when you do.
So... Hello.
How's jail?
Well, the food's not quite to my taste.
Right. Um...
Liv's looking into that.
Thank you.
So, the reason for my visit...
Um...
I...actually wanted to ask you about, a um...
video game thing.
Video game?
I'm playing that zombie game we play?
And I'm stuck.
Um, and I have to get to the, uh, frozen zone...
Where everything's frozen...
What game is this?
Zombie... Town?
Oh. Yeah. Yeah.
Zombie Town.
Yeah. I need to find the frozen zombies
to beat the level, but I don't know how to get there.
Right. Right.
Um, the frozen zone.
Okay, what you have to do,
is go to the edge
of water...
World.
Edge of water world?
Yeah. On 15th.
Level. 15th level.
You might want to jot this down.
This has to be it.
Only storage facility on the water.
Shed 15.
Yes. This is it.
Okay, we just need to find Drake,
get him thawed out,
and come up with a story so he can reappear to the police.
No...
Where are all the bodies?
They appear to be gone.
I... I don't understand.
They should be here.
Someone found them.
Who even knew to look?
Max Rager.
Vaughn hired Major to kill them.
Major said they were always keeping tabs on him.
They must've found out Major was keeping the Chaos Killer victims here
and taken them back to, well...
Finish them off.
Like they always intended.
Drake...
I'm so sorry, Liv.
Major isn't the only hungry zombie, Ravi.
I'm barely keeping it together.
Let's focus on goals...
How 'bout we see if we can sneak a brain from the morgue?
I think I may just drive around for a bit.
I just...
I just need some alone time.
I understand.
I'll, I'll leave you to it.
All right. Come one, Ed.
C'mon, you got it, Ed! One more.
100! Yeah!
Okay.
What was your previous best, Ed?
Six!
And that's...
What one can of SuperMax can do for you!
Though watching Ed crank out 100 pushups was a hoot,
I can assure you we've done our own testing.
I've got another can here.
Want to see me rip a Seattle phone booking half?
You've won the case, counselor. Get out of the courtroom.
You know what, I, I'm sorry I dropped out of law school.
But I assume that euphemism means...
We'll buy it.
The company, your factory, labs, all of it.
And the SuperMax formula, of course.
Sorry!
This is great.
A private military contractor buying my little energy drink business.
Hoo! So, um, now...
What can we expect?
A new generation of SuperMax fueled super-soldiers,
making the world's hotspots safe for capitalism, hmm?
Don't worry your pretty head about it.
I'll sign over the billion dollar check as soon as I'm sure
that the product isn't getting blamed for a certain serial killer's actions.
I don't want your dirty laundry becoming my dirty laundry.
Always with figurative language, this one.
Yeah, just give me one second.
Phew, what a beast.
So, how's Brandt doing with Major's case?
Arraignment's tomorrow.
He says he can get the charges dropped or,
worst case, bail by then.
You know, I think this has gone on long enough, don't you?
When Major's out,
have him and Liv Moore put down, okay?
Thought you'd never ask.
Excuse me. Sir?
Oh, hi.
I just...
I know I'm on suspension,
but I still have, um, files to update.
You're Dr. Chakrabarti.
I'm sorry, you're not allowed to be in here.
Right.
Sorry, I misunderstood.
Okay, good luck to you.
Oh, Doctor, while you're here.
Someone called for you while you were out.
Oh. Okay.
Yes, thank you.
Hey, Chakrabarti...
What's the deal with the rats?
According to my research, the real culprit is the NSA.
Yeah. They use the cell phone network to control minds,
so, maybe Major Lilywhite is the killer,
but I can prove he's merely a patsy
in a conspiracy to create the perfect assassin.
Okay, Duane.
Thanks for coming in.
I'll look into it.
Okay, great.
I was never here.
Tip line oddballs, huh?
I have no choice.
I need to chase every possible lead
if I'm going to make this case stick.
Message for you, Detective.
Some guy in county jail. Says it's important.
- Who is he? - Don't know.
Said he saw the Meat Cute guy on T.V. and wants to talk.
So, you saw Mr. Lilywhite on T.V.
and decided to reach out, because...
Because you were the only one that didn't buy that hero-cop theory.
And you wanted to say good job?
I wanted to help.
See, I'm the guy who sold the guy the guns he used.
You sold guns to Major Lilywhite?
Yeah.
And let me guess, you want a deal in exchange for your testimony.
Yeah.
We never told the press what weapons were used, so how about you enlighten me.
Let's see...
Smith and Wesson 44.
Grizzly 12 gauge...
I even sold the guy a hand grenade.
About that deal...
Mrs. Dillon. I'm Agent Bozzio.
What do you have to tell me?
Oh, it's not me, it's my daughter, Kayla.
See, we live in Olympic Hills.
Tim Addis was our next door neighbor.
Tim Addis. Victim number two.
Yes. It's so terrible.
See, I'd noticed Kayla was acting a bit off for the past few months,
out at all hours, doing poorly in school,
not the Kayla I know.
So we finally talked about it,
and well...
Kayla, tell Agent Bozzio.
Well, like, the night Mr. Addis disappeared?
I was in my bedroom, and I kind of looked out,
and I saw, like, this man,
and he was putting a body in the trunk of his car.
It was that guy that they've been showing on the news.
Kayla, why are you only bringing this to our attention now?
God! Because I was freaked out and scared, okay?
I mean, like, what if he tried to kill me?
I couldn't study.
I didn't want to come home, like, ever.
Okay.
Kayla, I want you to tell me everything about that night.
Everything you saw.
Good, you got my message.
Luckily I stopped by the morgue. We came as soon as we could.
You've looked better.
Rough couple of days.
They're having a party downstairs,
so if we stay quiet, I don't think they'll notice.
Come on.
Look, I felt bad I couldn't help you out before, so...
This is a brain.
I don't know who it came from,
but it seems like it's an any brain a storm situation.
Blaine, I...
Thank you. -Hey. I know what's at stake here.
Who needs a zombie apocalypse, right?
Right.
Definitely.
Ew. Just save some for Major,
his bail hearing's this afternoon.
We've just learned that, on the strength of new witness evidence,
Major Lilywhite has been charged with the Chaos killings,
and has been released on bail,
paid, it seems, by his employer.
Okay, almost there.
Ravi's waiting for us in the car,
and there's a nice shake with your name on it.
Okay.
Just down the steps, another 100 feet...
And we're home free.
Sure. Thank you, Liv.
Almost there. Almost there...
- Oh, excuse us, we... - Major Lilywhite, you're under arrest...
Clive, what're you...
You're under arrest for the Meat Cute murders.
You have the right to remain silent.
Anything you say can and will be used against you in the court of law.
You have the right to an attorney.
If you cannot afford an attorney,
one will be provided for you...
Are you involved in the Meat Cute murders?
Detective, I don't even know where to begin.
The constitution, maybe?
Arresting my client again after he's just been charged?
That is textbook cruel and unusual.
I mean, look at him. Look at my client.
He looks like a...
Day-old dog dump. No offense.
Bryce Buellton. Name ring a bell?
Inmate at King County.
Claims he sold you some items.
A Grizzly 12 gauge. Smith and Wesson 44.
A hand grenade.
All of which match shells and slugs found at
- the Meat Cute massacre site. - Okay, slow down a second,
I'm just getting up to speed here, just slow down.
Which is interesting, because I also had them test
some urine found in the Meat Cute freezer,
and guess what?
It matched your DNA.
You're saying my client shot up a butcher shop and peed in the freezer?
You used to do social work, isn't that right, Major?
- Working with troubled kids? - Don't answer that.
Yeah.
And several of your kids wound up dead, isn't that right?
There was a kid in the Meat Cute freezer,
his brain missing.
He was one of yours...
Missing brain? What?
That's come up a lot. Brains.
Missing brains. Brains in people's freezers.
Here's my theory.
There's some kind of weird brain cult out there,
they killed some of your kids, you went after them.
Okay, can we just get Jules Verne in here?
Because I'm only licensed to practice law in this dimension, all right?
What the hell is he talking about? Don't answer that.
I want you to think about your next move, Major.
This case is different.
We've got bodies. We've got DNA.
We've got witnesses.
I think we've got you.
So just, think about it.
Big day, huh?
Understatement of the year.
So why're you burning the midnight oil?
We're going to get him one way or another.
Or is this some bid to get me alone in the bullpen at night?
Which I'm fine with, I might add.
So Kayla Dillon said she saw Major putting Tim Addis' body
into a car from her bedroom window.
We took this angle yesterday.
But...
this screen grab from a news report last year,
when Tim Addis was first reported missing.
That is Kayla's window.
They only pruned away these branches a few months ago.
I don't think Kayla could've seen what she saw.
Best guess?
The girl is making it all up as an excuse for her own bad behavior.
Defense would have a field day with this if they knew about it.
Oh, hence, burning the midnight oil.
I feel it, Clive.
I know you know the feeling.
He's the guy.
Judge gave you two months to connect the dots.
You'll get him.
Or you will.
Your case seems pretty damn solid.
Wonder twin powers.
Okay, so, one mystery solved.
Apparently, this brain belonged to a drummer.
Just as well, because I have pretty much nothing
but nervous energy these days.
Liv. You have company.
Clive?
Could we have a moment alone?
Yeah, sure.
What's up?
I'm here as a courtesy, Liv.
Because we're friends, and things are about to get complicated.
More complicated than they are now?
My case against Major is solid.
We have his DNA at the scene,
we have the witness who sold him the guns,
we have plausible motive.
You are his only alibi.
You haven't been deposed yet, but when this gets going,
you are going to get hammered hard.
It's going to be rough.
So what I came here to say is this,
think it over.
Then think it over again.
If there's anything you left out,
anything else you want to say,
now's the time to come clean.
Clive, I told you, he was with me.
I'm not here to discuss it.
I just wanted to advise you to think about it.
As a friend.
Goodnight, Liv.
Oh, Major...
Hey.
So Clive came to see me,
and he pretty much said that he doesn't think my alibi will hold up.
Liv, look at me.
You need to get me the cure.
Soon.
Very soon.
Major, I mean about the case,
and getting you something decent to eat.
It's too late for that, Liv. All right?
It's taking everything I have to stay myself,
and if I'm not myself in here, it'll be bad.
Major, no.
No. We can't.
It wipes away your memory, everything...
You have to make a choice, Liv,
'cause we're going to lose me one way or the other,
and we both know one way is a lot worse.
Please, Liv.
No. No. I'll think of something.
We're going to work it out. You're going to be fine.
I don't agree, Liv.
I'll figure something out. You're going to be fine.
And this is, what exactly?
Chocolate-covered brain nougat.
We have to get Major brains by tomorrow morning,
or we're in serious trouble.
Like, all of us, in the world.
I'm aware.
Have you considered maybe he's right?
Maybe the cure is our only shot.
No. No, the Major we know would be gone. No.
There.
A perfectly innocent fitness bar.
All we have to do is get Brandt to give it to Major,
and we've bought ourselves time.
What do you mean, “we”?
A little bird around the courthouse said you wanted to see me?
I did.
I wanted to ask a favor.
Your client, Major Lilywhite, is a friend.
Fitness trainer. He's on a strict diet regimen,
and jail has not been easy on him, as you may have noticed.
Yeah, he does seem a little less than 100%.
Around 3%.
I'm afraid he might keel over before I get him off.
Amino acid imbalance.
I was hoping you could get him this.
Before anyone gets anyone off.
- Amino acids, huh? - Mmm-hmm.
Yeah, I'll consider it.
If you'll agree to have a drink with me later.
Quid Pro Quo, Bernice.
Silence of the Lambs.
I think it's Clarice, but...
Okay, Quid Pro Quo.
I choose the venue. Two drink minimum.
Yeah.
Pleasure doing business with you, Counselor.
And remember, two drinks minimum,
I'm a stickler for the fine print.
Okay. So, let's get started.
What I want to review is...
Uh, before we start, Detective, do you mind if I give my client something?
He's a fitness guy on a regimented diet,
and he's gone days without his essential amino acids.
Yeah, sure, go ahead.
He's clearly lacking some vitamin or other.
Here you go.
Your friend Peyton said this is the kind you like.
Ah. Atta boy.
Kid clearly needs his essential amino acids.
Eat it up.
What's wrong?
Isn't that the kind you like?
My friend gave you this?
Yeah. I mean, not that exact one.
My Shiba Inu ate the one she gave me.
But I got you the same kind.
You know, I didn't remember if she gave me Choco-nilla nut or Choco-nilla,
so I went with just Choco-nilla, in case of nut allergies.
Last thing I need's a lawsuit, am I right?
You mean Major didn't get the bar I made?
No, you did all you can. Thanks, Peyton.
No. There's no more time.
Okay. Bye.
Hey.
Liv. I wasn't really expecting company.
You said I should think things over.
I did.
I'm ready to come clean.
Come in.
Okay.
Major is responsible for the Chaos Killer disappearances
and the Meat Cute killings.
Okay.
- And were you witness to... - Let me finish.
This is a whole thing.
Major...
Is a zombie.
- Metaphorically? - Literally.
A zombie? Like, Dawn of the Dead, eating people?
Brains, specifically.
If zombies can feed regularly on human brains,
they can stay more or less functional.
I've been feeding Major from the morgue.
If they don't get brains, then, yes, it's Dawn of the Dead,
28 Days Later, World War Z. Take your pick.
Those runaway kids who were going missing last year?
They were victims of a network selling brains to zombies.
It was headquartered out of Meat Cute.
The massacre?
That was Major taking them down.
Forgive me, Liv,
but are you on something?
- I know the stress... - Clive, I'm a zombie, too.
I got scratched at the Lake Washington boat party massacre.
And I turned.
Like Major.
I keep myself from turning all the way
with brains from the morgue.
That's where my visions come from,
I feel our victim's personalities,
I experience their memories.
And I'm telling you this now, because Major has been locked up without brains,
and he's going to turn.
And if he turns, he'll infect everyone in that jail,
it will spread out of control.
You need to let him out.
If you don't, by some time tomorrow,
we could be looking at the beginning of the end of the world.
I'm sorry, Liv, but...
I don't believe you.
I mean, I can't.
I mean...
You want me...
Liv...
Liv, Liv, what are you doing?
Do you believe me now?
Major Lilywhite was released last night.
I know.
It seems somehow Brandt Stone got wind of the problems
with Kayla Dillon's witness testimony.
Called the judge in the middle of the night,
got the whole case dropped.
I'm having a hard time figuring out
who else but you could have tipped him off.
They didn't just drop the Chaos Killer charges.
They dropped your case, too.
Something about a tainted witness,
and signs of the DNA evidence having been tampered with.
I guess I just have to know, Clive.
What the hell are you doing?
Dale, I...
It's hard to explain...
You've got to know you just blew up both of our cases.
Your career...
You can kiss any hope you had of getting into the FBI goodbye.
Just, why?
New evidence came to light.
You know the feeling.
He's not the guy. I just...
Know it.
That's the best I'm going to get?
You're throwing everything away,
your case, your career. Me.
Just because?
That's all you have?
I don't understand.
And it looks like I probably never will.
Goodbye, Clive.
Hello, body.
Hello, beakers.
Hello, bone saw!
Hello, Ravi.
Yes, I am here,
and who knew I'd ever be this excited to be back in a morgue?
Yes, the rats are in fine shape,
the aneurism hook is looking sharp,
the sutures are fresh...
I don't mean to be funny, but this drummer whose brain I ate...
Good, yes, wonderful,
but listen, I'm in line for coffee,
you want me to bring you anything? Tea?
There's an undefined pastry item?
Bagel?
There's onion, poppy, blueberry...
Liv?
Sorry, man. I'm collecting this one for Wollochet Funeral Home.
The girl signed for it inside.
Of course. Oh...
Thanks, bro.
Since you so rudely failed to answer,
I was forced to purchase all the bagel varieties.
EpiPen, EpiPen, EpiPen.
Liv. Come on. Wake up. Come on.
Liv...
What happened? Who was that? Can you speak?
No!
What?
Where's Janko?
We were fighting for the tranquilizer gun,
and we rolled around and it went off, and...
He had it set for a massive overdose. I didn't know,
I didn't mean to, you know...
Murder him.
You didn't murder anyone.
I put him in the drawer.
I figured I'd wait until you woke up
before I called Clive to take me away.
It was self-defense.
You saved both of our lives.
Maybe we don't report it.
And we, uh...
We, we smuggle the body out, and dump it in the bay.
Is that what you do? Dump it in the bay by the cover of darkness?
Wait. No...
Right.
I'll just turn myself in.
I mean, no.
We keep him.
He's valuable.
He knows what's going on in the basement at Max Rager.
He knows what happened to Drake.
We need him.
Well, not all of him.
The sesame one was mine.
Billy Don't Be a Hero?
C'mon. 50 Ways to Leave Your Lover.
I'm loving this brain.
I'm going to stay on this forever.
Okay, uh, all right, how about this?
Help!
Let us out!
Oh, I'd say they've thawed right out, Janko.
Downright lively. Wouldn't you say?
Let us out!
He's alive!
Drake's alive.
I just saw your zombies.
They're all alive!
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