Previously on iZombie...
Major is a zombie.
I'm a zombie, too.
Those 322 people are suspected zombies.
- Kill them? - I'm a fan of submarine movies.
Cut to the sailor who receives that order
closing that hatch on his comrades.
The man that closes that hatch is a hero, isn't he?
If this doesn't work...
If the cure doesn't happen...
- It's going to. - But if it doesn't...
I don't want to come back as a zombie.
A private military contractor buying out my little energy drink business.
Your factories, labs, all of it.
Drake's alive.
I just saw your zombies.
They're all alive!
Thanks for letting Ravi and me stay here.
I drove by my place,
my front yard is still occupied by reporters and looky-loos.
I know you're still rolling on drummer brain, but you need to switch to this.
Janko brain.
Vaughn sent Janko to kill me.
It's pretty clear he wants both of us eliminated.
We need to stay alive long enough to rescue Drake
and the rest of your kidnapped zombies from Vaughn's basement.
Our best chance is you joining me on this soldier-for-hire brain.
I know. Look, we need to get 'em all out.
All right. I promised our district attorney he'd see his kid again.
And there was this woman,
Natalie.
I promised her I'd be the first thing she saw when she defrosted.
I can't believe that murdering little troll
is just going to get away with everything.
Well, let's hope karma bites Mr. Boss in the arse.
What's up?
The Mayor officially shut down the Mr. Boss task force,
what with my star witness, Blaine, losing his memory.
And you know that smug son of a bitch
is going to take this as a sign that he can do whatever he wants.
Uh, Blaine or Mr. Boss?
Eggs?
Seriously, could anyone be having a worse day than me?
Hey. It's me again.
I have a feeling you're not listening to these messages,
but I'm really hoping we can get together and talk, Dale.
I wish you could trust I had a good reason to do what I did.
Please call me back.
I miss you.
Here it is, boys.
The Great Northern Railway's premiere passenger train,
the Empire Builder.
When this baby's whistle blows,
I might, too.
We've got some news, boss.
Did you find my boy Drake?
No, but we did find this.
Lucky U.
Got a bunch of it flooding the streets.
I thought we closed that spigot when we took care of Blaine.
Where did it come from?
Shaved-head punk is Don E.
Giant with the eye patch, he's new.
So, these two have taken over Blaine's business?
Yeah.
I want them dead.
Extra bloody.
You sure?
- So soon... - I won, Kenny.
Seattle threw in the towel. I own this city.
So, let's take our victory lap.
How are you feeling?
Like I let an entire city full of people down.
I was contemplating going door to door
handing out "sorry I suck so bad" gift baskets...
Hey. You're being too hard on yourself.
Mmm. I'm not.
Trust me.
I couldn't build a case against Mr. Boss. That's on me.
You did your best.
This is kind of a "results matter" situation,
and my best wasn't good enough.
Maybe you're too good. Of a person, in general.
I'm something of an expert on the whole "nice guys finish last" thing.
Mmm.
Personally, I've been toying with the idea of, uh,
becoming a bad boy.
- Is that right? - Yeah.
Start banging my mates' girlfriends,
get into strip club fights,
tip a few cows.
I can't imagine you doing any of that.
Well, you can't imagine good Ravi cow tipping,
but bad Ravi?
He'll knock a broad-arse bovine on her side without a second thought.
I don't buy into the whole "nice guys finish last" thing.
What the hell?
"Can you believe the news?"
"Tell me you have stock options, too."
"See you at the company party tomorrow."
Who's that from?
Dr. Wyatt Tomlin. One of the younger guys I train at Max Rager.
A party could be the perfect opportunity to sneak into the basement.
Um... Company.
Oh. Hey.
- Hi. - 'Sup?
Okay, good night.
I'm guessing we won't be needing this inflatable mattress.
It would've been so sweet if the DA's office
had been able to nail Mr. Boss.
Life would be all like...
Instead it's all Ken Burns Civil War-y...
We have to start watching our asses.
Where the ha-zell is Blaine with my Thai food?
The rice man cometh.
Go give him a hand, Chief.
Loony bastard probably can't remember how to untie plastic to-go bags.
Oh, damn!
Don't kill me! Please!
You want money? I'll give you whatever you want.
Can you spring all of my buddies from jail?
The ones doing time, thanks to your old boss and the District Attorney's office.
That's all on Blaine, man.
He started out trying to mess with Mr. Boss.
After a while, I think all he wanted
was to keep knocking boots with that hot DA.
- It's love, man. It makes you dopey. - Now Blaine's dead,
and somehow Lucky U is back on the streets.
And I'm guessing
that he's not the brains behind the operation. Which leaves...
Me?
I'm a glorified gopher. I'm no one.
Blaine's still running things.
Don't lie to me, boy.
I was there the night Blaine met his maker.
Dude! He's still kicking.
He's coming here, right now with Thai...
Go!
See?
See how valuable I am?
Your guy's never going to catch him.
- I know Blaine... - Shut up. You're both dead.
Okay! Okay!
Just make it quick. One to the head, bam, like Chief there.
No throat-slitting, gut shot nonsense. I can't handle pain, man.
Are your fricking hands shaking?
Damn, son.
My hand's not shaking!
Aw, man. Just move close. It'll make it easier to aim.
What? Mr. Boss couldn't send a pro? Am I your first?
I hope it hurts.
Hand to God. Blaine's really alive.
- He showed up at the funeral home. - That's the truth, boss.
We slit his throat. How in the hell could he be alive?
Maybe it was a miracle or something?
A miracle?
The only miracle is that I'm not asking Kenny to shoot you right now.
I want Blaine dead.
Dead, dead.
And when it's done, cut his head off,
bring it to me in a hat box.
This is Seattle,
not Sleepy Hollow.
I'm still processing zombies,
and now you're giving me secret labs?
Are all the zombies being dangled over a shark tank?
It is a good deal to digest.
Hey. Dr. Wyatt finally returned my text.
Clive...
I never got to thank you for everything you did to get me out of jail.
You saved me.
It had a bit more to do with the future of the species.
Still.
Be like Private Ryan.
Earn this.
That's the plan.
So, it turns out the party at Max Rager tonight is a lock-in,
down in their underground parking lot.
Prison-themed.
Because of their new Super Max drink.
A prison theme?
White people.
So, the party starts at 8:00 p.m., but by 10:00 p.m.,
the gates will be locked, and no one will be allowed in or out.
That's a pretty tight window to make something happen.
And by "make something happen," you mean...
We're going to break into Max Rager
and free Drake and the other zombies in the basement.
The biggest hurdle is the elevator doesn't go all the way down
without the handprint of someone with authorization.
I have an idea.
So, what? You plan on Weekend At Bernie's-ing
a dead Janko through the halls of Max Rager?
- Of course not. - We'll just take his hand.
You're going to cut off a dead man's hand and use it to open an elevator?
I think it's Janko's mercenary brain that's making them think
this is a reasonable idea.
I guess it is kind of grisly.
I'm not hearing other ideas.
Maybe Dr. Wyatt?
Who?
One of the doctors who works in the basement lab.
Young guy. I train him.
He likes me and I've heard him say some things
that make me think he might be sympathetic to the zombie cause.
Maybe I can talk him into letting us downstairs.
If everything goes right, we could be in by the time
the party starts and out before lock-down.
Even if this guy lets you in the basement,
what do you do when you find the zombies?
I mean, how you gonna get out of the building?
We'll have 20 nearly invulnerable zombies. We'll figure it out.
- No warrant. - We don't plan on arresting anyone.
And if someone gets in the way?
Then things will likely go south for that someone.
They have Drake.
I can't help you with this.
I would never expect you to.
This is a zombie thing.
Are you sure this Dr. Wyatt is even someone you can count on?
Well...
Vlad, look what I found in the back of that metal cabinet in the storage room.
It's genuine Utopium, boy!
It's the real thing. First stock options, now free drugs?
Who knew this evil underground lair gig would have actual perks?
Wyatt, that's all the stuff they pulled
from the pockets of the party boat zombies.
- Yeah? - Put it back.
Young scientists!
Vamoose! I need a moment alone with my little girl.
The papers are all signed.
As of midnight tomorrow, the company, all of it,
will belong to Fillmore-Graves Enterprises.
And they are?
Uh, they're a private military contractor.
Think Blackwater, but less cuddly.
The company is selling for more money than I could ever spend
over multiple lifetimes.
And now, with all these zombie guinea pigs, finding a cure for you
will have my full attention.
Wow.
You're doing all this for me?
Yeah, I am.
Yet you couldn't hold an elevator door open for three seconds.
You really need to move past this, Rita.
Grudges are like poison for the... The chi.
I promise you, one day, years from now,
we're gonna be sipping limoncello on the patio
of my new Lake Como estate,
watching your kids
run around, assuming you can still have kids...
Whatever, maybe they'll be adopted. Who cares?
Anyway, limoncello,
frolicking kids and...
We're gonna lock eyes
across a sundrenched patio
and we'll think,
"Remember"
"That whole crazy secret basement thing?"
"Oh, how far we've come."
Any progress on the guinea pigs?
I'm never going to see my son again.
Hey.
You gotta try to calm down a little bit, buddy, all right?
We're gonna find a way out of this.
He thinks I killed myself.
He's never gonna get over it.
What the hell?
That's the guy they took yesterday.
What did they do to him?
Now, which one of you freaks wants to try cure version number three, huh?
Eeny, meeny, miny...
Whoa!
Three's my lucky number.
Look at you.
The brave one.
Why don't you put the cattle prod down?
We can have a brave-off.
Yeah, that's what I thought.
Get down on your knees.
Door!
Come on. Let's go.
Listen up, cater waiters.
We're low on the bacon-wrapped release steaks,
so push the shank steak crostini
and the shish kebab.
No sign of your buddy, Dr. Wyatt, and we're almost out of time.
I don't know where he could be.
Let's take another lap.
Attention. Lock-down will begin in three minutes.
What should we do?
We're inside now. We see this through.
You know anyone else who works in the lab?
Twelve o'clock, plaid shirt, tats.
I'm pretty sure he's one of their basement guys. I've seen him with Wyatt.
He's a total dick in the gym.
I doubt he'd help us.
We should've taken the damn hand.
Hey. You've reached Liv's phone. Leave a message.
It's after 10:00.
You were gonna call me when you made it out.
Call me.
I'm sorry, Detective.
There is no circumstance under which I can let you into this party...
Sir.
They've taken this prison theme pretty far, haven't they?
You see, unlike you, I'm not pretending to be law enforcement.
I need to speak with Mr. Du Clark right now.
Not gonna happen.
Mr. Du Clark's taken every precaution to make this a truly
private party.
The gate is on a timed release.
I couldn't open it even if I wanted to.
Hey, man. We need to get in. Our set's about to start.
Uh, right, Mr. Thomas.
You are very much
on the list.
- Thanks, man. - Yeah.
I'm with the band.
Look, man,
you cannot tell Mr. Du Clark that I let you in.
I'm begging you.
Say it was Rob Thomas.
You cannot believe the crap that guy gets away with.
Hello?
With everything that's going on, I have no business feeling this happy,
yet, here I am, feeling...
Nauseous.
All this food and nothing to eat.
So, guess who's coming to dinner.
It's insane to let him stay here.
He showed up here afraid for his life.
Mr. Boss sent hit men to Shady Plots.
You're making my case for me.
Think about what it means if something happens to Blaine.
We still don't know who his brain clients are.
He dies, they don't get fed.
It's just one night. I'm working on a safe house.
Can we at least lock him in the hall closet?
Blaine?
"Peyton, went to find some food."
"Text me once you've reached a verdict on whether or not I can stay."
I'm sure he'll be back in a minute.
- Major? - Uh, Art History.
Which is why I'm doing this.
There's Wyatt.
Ten o'clock.
He's on the move.
At first, it was just a collection of thoughts,
then I realized, this is a book...
Ah, cocktails!
Perfect timing.
Cellblock Mango,
or Convicted Melon?
Which would you prefer, Viv?
Vian.
I only drink liquor that comes out of a barrel.
The way God intended.
Double-fisted it is, then.
So tell me about all the cool stuff your mercenaries will be doing
when you pump 'em full of Super Max.
They gonna be dodging bullets
Keanu Reeves-style, huh?
You know, the thing about private military contractors
is that they love gabbing with strangers about what they do.
So, I've noticed you have a lot of undercover security here tonight.
Do I?
Your fake prison guards are packing real heat.
Those side arms aren't props.
Do your parties tend to get that out of hand?
No.
They never get out of hand.
Always safe, never sorry.
That's my mantra.
Why isn't he texting me back?
Well, maybe his battery died.
Let's give it another 20 minutes and I'll go out looking for him.
See? It's gonna be fine.
You know how many of my buddies you've put away, lady?
I'd just as soon kill you,
so you need to keep it down.
If you know where to find Blaine,
you should tell him Kenny has his piece of ass.
I can see why Blaine would want to keep nailing you.
The second the police become involved, she's dead.
If we hear a siren,
if we hear chatter on the police band,
if one of our many sources in the SPD gives us a heads up,
she's done.
Who's ready to have their world rocked?
I cannot tell you how much I love this man, okay?
His music is ripped
from the headlines of my soul.
And if his song Real World is not on your cardio playlist,
I don't want to know you.
Ladies and gentlemen,
the one, the only
Rob Thomas!
♪ Don't you wanna go for a ride? ♪
♪ Just keep your hands inside ♪
♪ And make the most out of life ♪
♪ Now, don't you take it for granted ♪
♪ 'Cause life is like a mean machine ♪
♪ It made a mess outta me ♪
♪ It left me caught between ♪
♪ Like an angry dream I was stranded ♪
There's Wyatt.
Two o'clock. Stairwell.
♪ And I'm steady, but I'm starting to shake ♪
♪ And I don't know how much more I can take ♪
♪ This is it now ♪
♪ Everybody get down ♪
♪ This is all I can take ♪
♪ This is how a heart breaks ♪
♪ You take a hit now ♪
♪ You feel it break down ♪
♪ Make you stay wide awake ♪
♪ This is how a heart breaks ♪
Okay. Some party favors.
For my padres from other madres.
- Cheers. - For you.
- This is such a bad idea.
Ah, yeah.
That's happening.
It's good.
Excellent.
Yes.
Let's see what all the fuss is about, shall we?
♪ Live to the Max ♪
Super Max!
Super Max.
What do you think? Up or down?
You didn't tell me the dude from Matchbox Twenty would be here. I might've come.
I can't believe you're here now.
You were supposed to be out by now. I was worried.
We saw Dr. Wyatt head to the stairwell,
but we're not sure which direction he went.
Let's start downstairs.
Ah, Detective Babineaux... And Daft Punk.
See, normally, this would be a great
surprise, but I really hate party crashers.
If you're not invited, just don't come.
It's simple manners, really.
Take 'em down. Throw 'em in one of the cells.
We'll use them for parts.
All right. Turn around.
Downstairs! Come on!
Come on!
♪ Oh yeah ♪
♪ This is how a... ♪
What the hell?
Help us! You've gotta open the gate. Open the gate!
So those things back there with the red eyes, they're zombies, too?
Just like the ones at the boat party.
Take this.
I'll walk you through how to use it.
Let's rock and roll.
Sorry, that's all the firepower I've got.
There's always "In case of fire" power.
Okay. If we run into more of those red-eyed things, we'll be ready.
You need to aim for the head, all right. That's the only way to kill them.
You should also probably know that they're not interested in the two of us.
The only brains they want are human ones.
Shall we see if that elevator takes us out of there?
Those people up there...
Let's go see if they need some help.
Looks like the party's over.
Everyone's dead.
Or undead.
Watch your backs.
Come on, dude. Wake up.
Hey. What the hell happened?
Where's our district attorney friend?
They took Peyton,
and pistol whipped me.
Mr. Boss' guys?
They just want you.
They figured you'll go looking for Peyton.
And why would Mr. Boss think I'd endanger myself to save her?
Because, as I understand it,
you were, uh,
involved with her.
How deeply?
A merciful God spared me the details.
Damn, mate.
As wickets go, this one is hella sticky.
What to do?
Uh, poor Rob Thomas.
This is how a skull breaks.
Hey.
I think I found our ticket to the basement.
Heads up.
A massive zombie outbreak means never having to say you're sorry.
Survivors.
Move! Move! Move!
Clive! Get in here! They're coming after you!
Major! Come on!
This is why I self-park.
How many more rounds of ammo do we have left?
Not enough.
Any signal?
Poor guy.
They must be trying to wipe out your whole operation.
There's more blood, over here.
Looks like it leads out.
Good lord.
You seem a bit familiar with how things work.
What have you got for me?
We've been over this.
You're not coming.
I am.
Sorry. If I go out, it's going to be in a blaze of glory,
not by friendly fire.
So you know,
I'm squad leader on my Call of Duty World League Challenge Division team.
I know what I'm doing.
One.
What's that?
Don E. said it belonged to the Chaos Killer.
Not sure what they are.
We should roll.
These windows aren't long for this world.
Not the most efficient use of our bullets.
We've been breached.
There's no way to close this up.
Look, more are gonna find this way in.
I've got six rounds left.
I've got three, but only two for them.
No way I'm getting eaten alive.
There's another option.
I could scratch you.
You wanna turn me into one of them?
Not one of them.
One of us.
They're here.
I can't believe they're holding Peyton right here at Mr. Boss headquarters.
They want me to find them.
Make sure the lights stay off.
- I'm opening the door. - We're going in? Now?
I'm scouting around back to see if there's a better plan of attack.
You won't go in without me, right?
I'm considering using you as a human shield.
Head in the game, boys.
We're expecting company.
What the hell, man?
You moved her?
- Freed up her feet? - She said her legs were going numb.
Another 10 minutes, she would've put this through your temple.
Come on, Blaine.
Oh, no.
Did you hear that?
All right, Chinatown.
I got your girlfriend here,
and I'm walking out.
It's okay, it's okay.
Clive! That was my last round.
We don't have enough time or ammunition to argue about this.
I need to scratch you.
I appreciate the offer, but I think I'll stick with my original plan.
Get some!
Come on!
Get some!
Who the hell is that?
Uh...
Thank you.
Vivian Stoll, Fillmore-Graves Enterprises.
Clive Babineaux, Seattle PD.
This is Liv Moore from the Medical Examiner's office.
You're gonna be a busy girl.
Major Lilywhite.
Personal trainer.
Guess those reports about Max Rager causing manic episodes were true.
Looks that way.
We were out of ammo. You got here in the nick of time.
I'm the new owner here.
I'm starting to think I overpaid.
We should go.
We think there may be more survivors down below.
We're gonna check it out.
Right.
Okay. Well, good luck.
I'm gonna head up to the gate and call for reinforcements.
Take these.
What about you?
I'll be fine.
You think you need both those?
Here goes nothing.
Thank you, Jeffrey Grunderson.
Live to the Max.
Yeah, thanks, Jeffrey.
Okay, zombie cells are behind those doors.
I'll try to get some lights on.
Holy mother of...
What the hell are these?
They're Romeros.
This is what we'd become if we didn't get any brains.
Once you're this far gone, there's no coming back.
Hey, roomie.
Well, if it isn't the poster child for poetic justice.
Did someone have a lab accident?
I'm gonna guess,
based on that dismembered hand in your belt, that you weren't invited down here.
Bet I know what you're looking for.
Who you're looking for.
Where are they?
Hey, baby.
I can access the control panel to get you to your zombies.
They're right through that door.
It's locked.
Come on, guys.
We're all on the same side here.
We all hate my dad.
We all want to survive the night.
We've all seen Major naked.
- I haven't seen... - Do it, Major.
She makes one false move, I'll put a bullet in her brain.
That's the spirit!
Just punch in 867-5309.
What can I say?
Dad loves the '80s.
Nothing up my sleeves.
Come here. Open those doors.
Sheesh. I mean,
I've had bad break-ups before, but really, Major?
Go.
- It's clear. - Move.
I'm guessing no funny business?
Go.
Welcome to the after-party, folks!
Major? Can you hear me?
Are we having fun yet?
Save your breath. It's solid steel.
Looks like it's just you and me.
And them.
Oh, my God.
Drake?
I recognize some Chaos Killer victims.
There's Tim Addis. Floyd Baracus.
Oh, damn.
Drake.
Drake. It's me. Liv.
You remember me, don't you?
Try to remember.
Liv, we need to get these others out of here.
We can still save them. It's why we're here.
Just give me a minute, okay?
Oh, Major. It's such a shame you're not seeing what I'm seeing.
'Cause it's a whole Lifetime movie playing out
in the next room.
Seems your gal
had a zombie on the side.
Good night, sweet zombie.
Cue the strings.
Yeah, I'm bored.
Seems to me the key demo here is men
30 to 48.
And our demo loves action, don't we?
- Vaughn, please don't. - Action it is.
Dead.
Oh, man! She shot him!
Okay? Shot him dead!
Well, more dead.
A couple more deaths,
we're gonna be able to change this Lifetime movie into a Greek tragedy.
Hey. Wonder what this button does.
Liv, you smell that?
It's some kind of gas. We need to get out of here.
You go.
The stairs are back there somewhere.
Liv.
Let the brain take over. You're a soldier. You've been trained for this.
Uh-oh, honey.
All our guinea pigs are escaping,
and with them, your chances for a cure.
Did you ever care about me?
Do you hear yourself?
Making this moment about you!
'Cause I'm the one who stands to lose a billion dollars tonight!
Not to mention my reputation!
One hundred dead employees,
one dead Rob Thomas.
I mean, this just looks bad.
You think Twitter's gonna be kind?
- Vaughn, let us out! - And you...
You made a lot of bad life choices, Major!
You could've been on my Gulfstream.
Party stops to Rio, Berlin, Ibiza...
I bet you'd have made a hell of a wingman.
Nothing wrong with my sloppy seconds.
But no soup for you, my friend.
Whatever's happening up there,
you're to blame!
Dinner is served!
Go get 'em, guys!
What's the dealio?
Will no one rid me
of this meddlesome Jason Priestly-type?
Hey! Hey, dummies!
There's your first course.
Hot cross brains. Right there!
Oh...
Snap.
Yeah, I'm arguing with a dead guy.
Et Tu, Major?
Okay. This seems hardly worth my time. Tell you what.
That gas should de-animate you.
Work in about a minute or so.
I'll come in after you're out for the count,
take that ax and put everybody out of his misery.
Sound like a plan?
- Unauthorized access. - Come on. Come on!
Come on!
- Ah! - Unauthorized access.
Here's Major!
Okay, I can see you're upset.
I would not go out there. There are zombies and poison gas. Ooh.
And they're gonna be in here any second.
Ah!
Hey!
Help me! Help me, my friend.
I know you're a fan of submarine movies,
- so I'm sure you'll understand. - No, no, no, no!
No! Ah!
Good luck.
No!
Major! Major!
Help me!
Ahhh!
Use the clicker.
Lock the door behind me. We'll be right back.
What do you think we're gonna find down there?
No idea.
- Got any ammo? - Uh-uh.
Here.
I'm so sorry about Drake.
I killed him.
He was already gone, Liv. That wasn't him.
Are there any other survivors?
They're in Vaughn's office.
I have to call this in.
Even though I have no idea how any of this is gonna get explained away.
Super Max. It created a violent chain reaction.
Armed guards lost their heads and began firing on rampaging employees.
You really think that's gonna fly?
You think "zombie outbreak" has a better chance?
Her name is Natalie. She has dark hair. She's about 5'6".
She's pretty. About 30 years old.
I recognize you.
I just hired you to train me.
You were in the elevator the day I got kidnapped.
You're that guy.
I remember him, too.
Yeah, I saw Natalie.
Where was she?
This tattooed guard led her away.
They never brought her back.
No, every ambulance you have.
However many can be sent, that's how many you need to get here.
Hurry.
Those zombies in there can't be seen by normal doctors.
They have almost no pulse.
Doctors will figure out there's something wrong with them.
You. Identify yourself.
Seattle PD.
Who the hell are you?
We're the people here to kick ass and take names.
- Any more survivors? - There's a whole bunch in here.
- Load 'em up. - Wait a minute.
You see this badge?
I take my orders from Vivian Stoll.
- Where's your boss now? - She's securing the parking garage.
Hold down the fort.
I'll be safe down there.
- Hurry back. - I think I'll take the stairs.
♪ I'm not crazy ♪
♪ I'm just a little unwell ♪
♪ I know right now you can't tell ♪
♪ But stay a while and maybe then you'll see ♪
♪ A different side of me ♪
Hungry?
Come on out here.
You ready for the new world order, Olivia Moore?
Ready to do your part for your kind?
I don't know what...
Someday soon, Seattle's gonna be the capital of the zombie homeland,
and a lot of people aren't gonna wanna see that happen.
So are you with us
or against us?
♪ A different side of me ♪
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