Previously on iZombie...
It's lucky for us they did wall the city.
If all you innocent humans left,
they'd drop an atom bomb right on Pioneer Square.
The brain tubes they distribute barely have any brains in them anymore.
My brother and sister are starving.
I had a vision from the guy who was murdered at the brain plant.
He saw you talking about selling brains on the black market.
The key to our survival is integration.
We don't have enough trained soldiers to control the city.
We're hanging on by a very thin thread.
-These kids aren't trained. -Then they'll have to learn on the job.
I would've gotten you out sooner, but I had to pick the right time.
I speak to God, and God speaks to me!
Give me an army!
...so I told my chauffeur you get paid to drive,
something any idiot 16-year-old with a license can do.
Still, he's easy on the eyes...
Lucky for him or I'd have fired his ass.
Actually, I'd keep his ass and fire the rest of him.
- You could bounce nickels off that ass! - You're terrible!
Fore!
Now they move.
The most exercise they've gotten all day, trust me.
Whoopsie-daisy!
They do keep the course beautiful...
These neanderthals?
They look like they should be panhandling for an extra chromosome.
Darling, I wasn't talking about you. You look fine.
I'm sure you'll grow into that face. Maybe not those ears.
Is that Judge Harris feeling up the snack cart girl?
It sure as hell is.
Maybe he thinks he lost his gavel in there.
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Don't bother with "cause of death." I think I've got it.
But why are we here? This is a range ball.
The driving range is right over there.
I declare this to be an accident!
- God, you're good. - Yeah, but...
Tell them what you told me.
After the ball hit Mrs. Brinks, I turned,
and I saw someone running away. Over there.
It looks like someone might've been lying here in the weeds.
This figure you saw running towards the trees.
Were they holding anything? A gun?
A golf ball gun?
No. But I think I did hear a splash.
What a mess.
The balls and clubs I get,
but who the hell brings a suit of armor to play golf?
-Though it would've saved Mrs. Brinks' life. -True.
- Live and learn. - Found something!
Holy...
Yeah. Who's laughing now?
What are we, 100 yards to the pin?
- You should've used less club. - No more than an eight iron.
Ladies and gentlemen, this golf ball gun means we are now investigating a...
Murder!
Yeah, no duh.
What? You don't own the word.
- You hungry? - Not really.
Kinda thirsty, though.
- Are you hungry? Of course you're hungry. - Yeah!
I know how you feel, because I'm hungry, too!
Before, in the well that was hell, I suffered.
But God provided for me. And, now
I will provide for you.
It's our world now,
and we will hunger for His love no more!
- Feed us, Father! - God loves zombies!
Behold!
The voice of God speaking to you through me...
For I am His divine vessel!
Yes! Yes!
Brothers and sisters... - Yes!
It is time to feed.
Let's take what is ours!
Brains, best tubes in town.
Beautiful brains here! Feed the hunger.
Keep the beast at bay!
Brains, best tubes in town.
$40 makes the pain go away.
Hey, hey. My cut, hand it over.
- You're 200 bucks light. - I don't know what happened.
You're fired.
No Godless thieves will profit from that which He has given to us!
Strip them of their ill-gotten brains!
Strip them of their blood money!
Bring the sinful heathens to me!
Bring them to me!
I know you're frightened.
I'd be frightened, too.
I have money! Let's go to an ATM.
The Lord doesn't need your filthy, filthy lucre, thief.
- The Lord is calling for a new world order!
A world ruled by the righteous undead!
You sure you don't want to talk about it?
No, we're good. We'll grab dinner later?
- Clive... - It's fine, Dale. Really.
Okay.
But you're not fooling me.
What are you doing back there?
Waiting on you to stop staring at me
like the dumbest goat on the mountain. Drive!
You need to get in the front.
I'm almost tempted to.
It smells like "felon" back here.
- It does not smell like "felon." This is...
-What are you looking for? -The button for the privacy divider
You're a nice man, but you'd be so much nicer if I couldn't hear you.
All right, that's it. Get in the front.
We're not going anywhere like this, Miss Daisy.
Really?
What? Go already!
We have a ridiculous crime to solve!
Yeah, that just clips on right...
There you go! See? You got it.
Wow, I managed to get dressed. Watch out, human terrorists!
Major, when do we get rifles?
Week two, long as you make us proud this week.
Look, I know you're a little nervous
and that's natural before your first patrol.
Who's nervous? I'm tired.
You got me rooming with a bitch that smells like a zoo animal.
I can't get any sleep!
Unless I'm talking to this guy. The boy is dull.
Try talking to him. You'll see.
You can run your mouth all you want,
as long as you don't run when we're on the streets.
You got something you wanna say to me?
Yeah, I just said it.
You heard me say it, right? That thing about "don't run"?
Guys, no one's running.
Remember, you're stronger than the humans, you have guns.
What's the only thing that can hurt you?
Duh. Head shot, General.
Then maybe you should secure that, rook.
Let's move out.
I guess this is what they call "the good life."
With these knees, they better have an elevator in "the good life"
or you're going to be carrying me up the stairs like a Sherpa.
Yeah, that's not gonna happen.
Hey! All the clothing goes in the second moving van
Hello, I'm Detective Babineaux, homicide, and this is Liv Moore.
You might remember her as the star of Murder, She Wrote.
Where have you been hiding all my life?
You're like a white Ricardo Montalban.
- Are you in charge here? - No.
I am, or, rather, was, Mrs. Brinks' chauffeur. Carlton Clerg.
Mr. Clerg, it looks like word of Mrs. Brinks' passing has gotten out.
Well, I was there at the club waiting for her to finish her round
when she died. So...
I'm sorry... Did you say homicide?
Wasn't Mrs. Brinks struck by a golf ball?
She was shot. By a golf ball gun.
A golf ball gun?
Did Mrs. Brinks have any enemies you know of?
None that I can think of. Mrs. Brinks was well-loved.
You club-foots be careful with that piano, comprende?
You drop it, I'll bury you in it!
No one?
Her son.
You think her son might've wanted her dead?
They've been feuding for 30 years.
Business dealings, I think.
- Where could I find her son? - He lives in Miami.
It would be tough for her son in Miami
to kill Mrs. Brinks in the walled city of New Seattle.
Yeah...
Why would anyone kill such a nice old lady?
Every day at sunset, she used to walk the gardens
and tell me how much she loved them.
I bet she didn't love these gladiolas.
They are crap. Crapiolas!
Mrs. Brinks wasn't afraid to tell you what she thought,
but she had such a generous spirit.
A big laugh, and such a way with words.
Raggle fraggle riggin frakety frack.
What are you doing?
Just trying to warm up my rum toddy.
- You got into their rum? - Yeah!
And I'm trying to warm it up in the microheater
but I can never figure these gizmos out.
I'm sorry, one second. Coming!
How you feeling, honey?
You got to try to eat something, okay?
So you can get strong like Superman.
- I'm not hungry. - Try.
This is my son, Alex. He's home sick today.
Sorry to hear that, pal.
Get your shoes off the couch, kid. Were you raised in a barn?
Yeah, you should probably take your shoes off.
Liv, take a look at this painting.
Wow! Look at those rocks!
She wore that necklace on special occasions.
Really? I thought it sank to the bottom of the sea with the Titanic.
You made a joke.
I would've shot her in the skull for jewels like that.
- You sure it's still around? - You know what?
We haven't found them yet. But I know where they might be...
So, it seems that Mrs. Brinks was the only one who knew the combination,
so it's up to you to get it open.
The digital lock on this safe has over a trillion possible combinations.
The heat death of the universe would happen before we checked them one at a time,
no matter how many GPUs you throw at it.
Now, this board, designed by moi,
uses a 1 million qu-bit quantum chip that I got from...
Well, never mind where I got it from.
With this, we can test all the combinations almost simultaneously...
Don't care, just open it.
They're lying. Every one of 'em.
That's what I thought, too! They're filthy, damn liars!
Hey! Slow down, Jesse Owens!
What makes you think so?
Because you're the most repugnant,
repulsive person I have ever met.
That seems uncalled for. Your point?
They all lied.
They said Mrs. Brinks was loved.
"Nice. A generous spirit."
That has not been my experience.
Why do you think they're "filthy damn liars"?
They're the help. That's what they do.
But I say you're barking up the wrong tree, Clive.
Everybody knows you follow the money, stupid.
Find the necklace, find the killer.
Liv, you're going to need to dig deep
and find a way to refrain from calling me "dummy" or "stupid."
You're right. You know,
compared to the boy toy I've been shagging, you're a regular Einstein.
It was seriously scary on that street.
Have I told you humans just blast away on shotguns randomly
when they see our patrols? They think it's hilarious.
So of course we're all jumpy, and I'm thinking, "These kids're gonna blow it."
Totally green, first day on patrol,
but they hung tough! Kept their cool, listened.
Great story.
Now get over here, you dirty little soldier boy,
and let mama show you a trick I like to call the "Loni Anderson."
Do I want to ask what brain you're on right now?
Why don't you just work on being the strong, silent type?
Ooh! Watch the hip. Yeah.
Ooh!
- Good morning! - Morning!
Liv, last night, the "Loni Anderson?"
That was a next-level maneuver.
Where you rushing off to?
I have things to do, darling.
And I'm not in the habit of crashing at a swinging bachelor pad
-filled with sweaty, young men. -Seems like a habit.
Something's burning.
- Ooh! - Guys!
Hey! Stop screwing around and get back to work! And no guns!
It just shoots golf balls, Mrs. Brinks. It's for gophers!
-What'd you see? -Were you losing your virginity to Howard Hughes?
I believe I'll be saving that information for my driver.
-Liv, Clive isn't your driv... -But first I need to get in nine holes at the club.
Does she have a country club membership?
I don't think she has clubs.
Ravi, got a sec?
Actually, little swamped right now.
It's a personal matter of a...
Sexual nature.
I'm sorry, what I meant was
I have all the time in the world!
- Okay, well, Dale and I...
Everything is great between us.
- But? - But, for obvious reasons,
we can't be...
...intimate with each other, and it's becoming a problem.
Have you tried mutual masturbation?
It's like taking separate cars to the same firework show.
We have.
But you really can't replace sex
with... that,
and the urge is causing problems.
Well, hello! Boy, did I walk in at the right time.
I had something to tell you, but yours is way more interesting.
This is a private conversation. Let's go.
More like a conversation about touching privates.
Don't mind me.
Fine, I'll leave you boys alone.
I'm dying to know how you think I can help in this situation.
Isn't there something that would
temper my sex drive?
I can prescribe an SSRI.
Technically, it's anti-anxiety medication,
but decreased libido is a common side effect.
Are you sure you wanna do this, Clive?
Let's give it a try.
You had something to tell me?
Wouldn't you rather stay in there with Ravi and talk about your genitals?
It's a toss-up.
I had a vision.
Then you get the nod.
I was staring out an upstairs window at Sandy's mansion,
and I saw her three servants taking target practice with a...
A golf ball gun!
A golf ball gun, yeah.
Our killer has to be one of those three.
Did you do the math yourself, genius?
Brothers and sisters!
Brothers and sisters, come and be fed!
Join us, I say join us,
and never be hungry again!
Join us, I say join us! Come and be fed!
Stop.
Well, aren't you the most beautiful girl in the world.
Do you have brains for sale?
Brains for sale?
That's not how the good Lord works.
Psst!
We have brains
for free.
Tell all your friends. All are welcome.
All are welcome!
Join us!
Come join us!
You're all only making that face
because you can't afford this.
That was Mrs. Brinks' lawyer. You'll never... Wow!
That smell...
Anyway, you'll never believe what's in her will.
Upon her death, Mrs. Brinks left each of our suspects
a million bucks!
- A billion dollars? - No, a million.
Well, still, why would she do that?
I'm curious myself.
The lawyer says the beneficiaries don't know about the money yet.
But if one of them found out?
I'm bringing them in.
Let's see who's the least surprised
about their $1,000,000 payout.
That person is likely our killer.
And who is this magical face-reader
who's gonna be able to measure "level of surprise"?
I'm a detective, Liv.
You realize the killer will pretend to be surprised?
It's what I do.
You all told us Mrs. Brinks was a saint.
But that's not exactly true, is it?
We had a long talk with Mrs. Brinks' friend, Maxine Lippman.
She made us aware your duties included more than driving her car.
Don't be coy, Clive. He gave her sex.
Sex for money. And you know what that makes him?
A whore.
The first time it just kind of happened.
I tried to cut it off, but she said she'd tell my wife.
Is that why you killed her?
We know you all had access to the golf ball gun.
And you were already at the country club waiting for her...
I didn't do it.
Your son, Alex, sweet kid,
but he didn't just have a cold the other day, did he?
He has a heart defect.
Maxine Lippman told me the boy needs an operation in Los Angeles.
You asked Mrs. Brinks for a loan to hire a "coyote"
to sneak him out of the city. She turned you down.
Is that why you killed her?
Without that operation, he'll die.
He's only six. Mrs. Brinks would rather let him die than loan me 20 grand.
She said it would set a bad precedent.
Well, it would.
Is that why you killed her?
I am not a murderer.
Mrs. Brinks promised to write a recommendation letter to her alma mater
to get your daughter into college back East. But she never sent it.
If she'd gotten in, she wouldn't have been here in Seattle
and she wouldn't have been turned into a zombie
Mrs. Brinks was a terrible person. No one will miss her.
Is that why you killed her?
I didn't kill her.
All right, you're free to go.
By the way,
are you aware that in her will, Mrs. Brinks left you $1,000,000?
What?
That can't be true.
-That's a lie, no. That's a trick. -It's true.
I worked for that woman for 15 years
and I never heard a kind word from her.
Give us a moment, please.
So, Columbo, whodunnit?
I don't know.
But you saw all their faces, and you're a detective.
Not one of them cracked, even a little bit,
even when we gave them a chance to turn on the killer.
I cracked it as we knew I would,
though it was no simple task. I had to reconfigure the...
This is the stuff from the safe?
- Jewels. Bonds. Legal papers.-
The one from the painting.
So stealing this wasn't the killer's motive.
There goes your big theory. It's really not your day.
That was your theory. But there is this... The will.
If anyone in the staff managed to see this will,
he or she would've known there was $1,000,000 coming to them...
Once Sandy Brinks was dead.
- What was the combination? - 0-8-3-0-1-0.
"Proudly serving the undead." Screw you!
Hey! They're closed.
- They don't look closed. - And you don't look stupid,
so be smart and keep walking.
You! Get out of here! Go!
-Al-Shabaz. What kind of name is that? -Sounds like a "zombie" name.
Yeah, that's what I was thinking. Are you a zombie?
Or just a zombie lover?
Just get out of here. The soldiers are here.
Actually, we prefer to be called the Peacekeepers.
- How's it going, fellas? - Very bad.
They're harassing my customers. Look what they did!
Okay, yeah. We'll take care of the clean-up.
How about you gentlemen take your business elsewhere?
No, we're real happy right here, thanks.
We love the, the... What's the word I'm looking for?
Ambiance.
Well, I don't know about ambiance,
but you're gonna need an ambulance if you don't get moving
Aw, relax! These guys are smart.
They know they can either leave on foot or in cuffs.
What? Are you gonna "miracle" those cuffs on us? You and some girl?
Yeah, I mean sure, you guys got guns but we got guns, too.
Theirs are bigger.
Shoot them! I'm sick of this! Every day with them.
No one does anything.
Okay, no, we got this. Why don't you go inside, cool down,
we'll get it all figured out.
You know what, let's bounce.
This place smells like spoiled meat, anyway.
Hey! Touch me again and we'll see how tough you are
with a bullet in your head.
- Or a bullet in yours! - Hey!
- I'm going long! - Hey!
Major!
She scratched me! Look what that bitch did!
-What? Stop... -Calm down! You're gonna be all right.
- You'll be all right. - No, I won't, okay?
I'm not gonna be a zombie. We made a pact, so do it!
No! Hey, don't do that, all right? He doesn't mean it!
Do it!
Let him kill me, please!
Hey! Hey, stop that!
- I don't wanna be a zombie! - Come back here!
No!
No...
0-8-3-0-1-0.
August 30th, 2010. Your son's date of birth.
You programmed Mrs. Brinks' safe,
because she wasn't good with that stuff, was she?
Who can blame her? All the stupid gadgets these days,
beepin' and boppin' and boopin'.
I got this.
You saw her last will and testament inside the safe.
You knew there was $1,000,000 coming your way when Mrs. Brinks died.
More than enough to get your little boy to LA for that surgery.
It could save his life.
Why don't you write it all down for us?
Let's get this behind you, okay?
An address?
That's not what we were hoping for.
Take my son there, and I'll confess to everything.
It's all arranged with Renegade, but it has to happen tonight.
This address?
It's in a neighborhood that's been locked down
because of anti-zombie terrorist activity.
Only authorized personnel are allowed in.
You're a policeman.
Which is why I can't do this.
Going there is a crime, so is sneaking people out of Seattle.
Please, my ex-husband is expecting him.
The boy needs to be with his father.
He will die if you don't help him.
Please!
Please.
Liv, you got a soft heart, which is wonderful,
but I can't do this. And neither should you.
What the hell are you talking about?
Of course I'm not going to do it.
What am I, Mother Teresa? I am not responsible for all the world's problems.
Take her to the clink!
Hey, Big Spender.
Wanna take a lady for a fancy gourmet meal?
I heard someone call hot dogs
"the filet mignon of the common man."
Someone who's never had a filet mignon, maybe.
I could've...
You didn't want...
So, look what I found in the bathroom.
Anti-anxiety meds?
You're not the anxious type, Clive.
Your composure is one of my turn-ons.
I don't know. Pressures at work?
So I read up on the side effects.
How 'bout we just shut down detective mode?
"Decreased libido" was the one that caught my eye.
Okay, look.
I love you.
Everything is great, except the one thing.
I thought if I just took that out of the equation, then...
You're not doing this, baby. We'll figure something else out.
But I'm fresh out of ideas.
You?
I know you heard some of what Clive was telling me earlier
and even though it's clearly funny,
I mean, sexual performance stuff is the lowest hanging fruit
You really shoulnd't tease him.
Now, that probably seems impossible because
you're currently on the bitchiest brain alive, but...
This woman's child is going to die, and I'm letting it happen.
I take it the, brain has worn off.
I've been awful.
No, you have...
Well, yeah, you've been awful.
Really terrible. I mean, the worst.
But we'll make it right, I swear.
Hey, what do we have to do?
Thanks for bringing him. We'll take it from here.
There's enough in there to cover the fee for the coyote.
- We both chipped in. - Thanks, that's amazing.
Hey, little man. Come here.
Everything's going to be just fine.
Thanks.
Hey, you okay back there?
Piece of cake, right? But we're at the checkpoint, now, so, shh!
Hello, Officer.
I'm not an officer.
Soldier?
I'm not sure what to call you.
We're just on our way to pick up a corpse.
Who authorized this?
A murderer, I suppose.
Look, we get a call there's a dead body, we show up and do our thing.
- I'm going to get my supervisor....
Sir?
Hello, Major.
What's your business?
We were, picking up a body?
I'm pretty sure I'd know if there had been a murder in this sector.
This sector where it's dangerous for zombies.
Particularly those who refuse to tan and dye.
Look, do you want to know our business?
If you want to know our business, I'll tell you.
- But ignorance, in this case, may... - -Major!
I saw something moving back there. Should we check?
-They're clear. Let them through. -But...
Let 'em through!
This is the address
and it actually does look very "secret underground railroad-y."
It's gotta be that one.
Renegade?
Who wants to know?
- A friend. - Three friends.
They're okay. I know who they are.
Come over here.
You know who we are?
Liv Moore and Ravi Chakrabarti from the police morgue.
- Have we met? - We have, but don't worry.
Being forgettable is an advantage in my line of work.
You're Renegade.
Friends call me Mama Leone.
Like the Billy Joel song? Is that your real...
You know what? Doesn't matter.
I'm sorry. Renegade sounded...
Well, you're not who I expected either.
You can explain later.
But, you!
I have been looking forward to meeting you.
We're going to get you back to your daddy
in Los Angeles lickety-split, okay?
This is for you.
Please understand, we're not a for-profit organization.
We've gotta buy off a lot of greedy people to sneak people in and out.
Alex, this is the man that's gonna be taking you.
He is one of our best!
So you'll be fine, okay?
Okay? All right.
Now, we can't have you two leaving the building the same way you came in.
There's more than one...
Well, there's a secret panel at the back of that dryer.
You just have to feel around for the latch.
So exciting! It's like being in a Bond film...
There she is!
Hang on...
Is there like a handle, or do you push...
No, no, just, keep looking.
Very funny.
That was fun.
See? I told you I could make the tall man climb into the dryer.
We should get going.
I bet your dad can't wait to see you.
Let's go, pal.
What a world?
Hold on!
- Liv. - Before you start in on me,
you should know that I am in no mood.
We were saving a sick child, okay? Getting him out of Seattle.
So, human smuggling?
If anyone found out I let you do that,
I could spend years in a deep freeze, or worse.
Yeah, well if Fillmore-Graves hadn't caused this whole zombie epidemic to begin with,
then we wouldn't be living in a walled city that required such things.
I may have just saved your life by risking my own.
I know you're not feeling very chatty, but how about a simple "thank you."
Thank you.
God, you're holier than thou.
You... You think you're the only good zombie.
The only zombie trying to make things right..
I'm sorry. Maybe it's just that I remember a Major Lillywhite
who would've stood by a sick child.
This thing we've been doing,
sleeping with each other because we can, because it's easy...
Yeah, we can't do it anymore.
Not when I know that my life choices so offend you.
Agreed.
Goodbye, Major.
We shall ascend, my child.
Bless you, Father.
We shall ascend, my child.
Bless you, Father.
Are ye hungry, my children?
Feed us, Father!