[indistinct radio chatter]
[woman] They've just found this.
[man sobbing]
It was just supposed to be a work retreat. She can't be dead.
[camera clicking]
I know there's a time crunch, but I hope we don't find his girlfriend's body
until he agrees to go home.
Yeah, but until we find the body,
we're no closer to finding the zombies who ripped her to shreds.
[tribal drums playing on music player]
Babe? Oh, my God, you're alive!
Babe!
[Lisa chuckles] Wow!
Is this happening?
[music stops]
What are you wearing?
Whoa!
Lisa.
We're inside caution tape.
-Wait. Did someone die? -Apparently not.
Oh, hey, man. Glenn. Accounting.
What's going on, Lisa?
My guess, Lisa and Glenn's work retreat
took a somewhat romantic and psychedelic turn.
I totally get your energy, brother, but can we table this?
'Cause I am peaking right now, and it's about to go south.
I take it you're Lisa Gertz.
I need the last four of your social.
Zero...
three, two...
four.
Thank you.
Good luck, buddy.
Sixty-nine phones down, three to go. Still no victim.
It's a journey, Clive.
State trooper found these Raggedy Anns on a bus near Tacoma.
No ID. Wouldn't tell us where they're from.
It's not our problem, right?
Child Protective Services will get them home.
Let's go.
[boy] Sweet ride!
What is that? Like zero to 60 in, what, five seconds?
Something like that, yeah.
[chuckles] I plan on joining the force after high school.
[laughs]
-Best of luck to you. -I thought about being a fireman at first,
but, uh, the boys in blue are the real heroes. Am I right?
-Firemen get guns? -[boy] No, they do not.
[Deputy Ted] Enough said.
I hear that cops do better with the ladies.
Now that is an undisputed fact.
Do you ever feel like you're an unwitting tool
-of the Prison Industrial Complex? -[sparks crackling]
[engine starting]
[revving]
[Deputy Ted] Hey!
Oh, come on!
[exhales]
[opening theme music playing]
Yes!
[girls giggling]
Let's go.
Pain in my ass.
In addition to the three dead, Sullivan and Cortez each lost a leg.
McIlleny lost an eye.
And the suicide bomber?
Still no leads. A Dead Ender, no doubt.
Commander, if I may,
some of our soldiers are expressing concern that your policies are--
[speaking French]
[in English] They felt safer before the curfew was eliminated.
They aren't thrilled by the body cameras.
They feel that, um, engaging in community outreach
and conflict resolution courses is, well, a waste of time.
So, what, are we voting on policy now?
I'm just giving the Commander the lay of the land.
We need to be seen as part of this community,
not an occupying force.
We are an occupying force.
Perhaps, if the Commander spent more time out in the field...
Maybe you and the Commander should compare bullet scars, Hobbs.
So we should just kill them with kindness, these, uh, Dead Enders?
I'm not asking you to hand out flowers.
I'm saying we will hold ourselves to higher standards.
Whose standards? Those soldiers were my friends.
-Do you even know their names? -You are out of line, Sergeant Major.
[Major] Justin.
Adrian Flores moved here from Tallahassee when he was 17.
Never missed an FSU football game.
Danny Cozza was a local. Dad runs a fishing charter.
Heather Schooley was from Olympia, worshipped Sleater-Kinney.
We will not rest until we have found those responsible for this attack.
But let's keep in mind, there are half a million humans in Seattle,
and 10,000 of us.
If they decide that we only have zombie interests at heart,
this city will collapse.
[objects clattering]
-Cooking brains, Ravi? -[key clinks in bowl]
Thought you already had your monthlies.
Ravi told me you'd been having a tough go of it.
I know. Your favorite comfort food is double chocolate brownies,
but brain cannelloni just felt right.
[sizzling]
So you let the winners out of Seattle to compete on the show,
and they give you ad time?
Mmm-mmm.
There is no way I'm doing that.
Besides, could you imagine the commercial?
"Dance of a Lifetime, sponsored by Fillmore Graves.
The zombie mercenaries who built the wall your uncle's trapped behind."
[chuckling]
How are you holding up over there?
[sighs] It's the worst.
My job is pretending to be RoboCop,
but knowing the Buzzfeed Quiz explicitly told me I'm a C-3PO.
Well, I am on board for all your reforms, for what it's worth.
And Ravi keeps reminding me that C-3PO's an Ewok god,
so I got that going for me.
The cannelloni was amazing, Liv. Thank you.
I thought you could do with a pick-me-up, so I dropped by The Scratching Post,
picked up some fitness-guru brains. Seemed like a safe bet.
Fitness guru? Huh!
Hence the sudden urge to gun my lats.
You sneak a little appetizer?
Was my cannelloni a failure?
I...
Replaced your delicious brains with disgusting brain tube paste
while you were dressing the salad.
-Dude! -I'm sorry.
You cooking for me means the world to me.
But I can't really afford anyone else living in my head at the moment.
Not now.
[breathing heavily]
You know, just once I wish you'd ask me how my day was before using my body.
Mmm.
Sweetie, I'm sorry.
How was your day?
It was pretty good, I guess.
Mmm... Whoa, whoa, whoa!
How about some reciprocity?
When am I not reciprocal?
Reciprocity is a hallmark of a Chakrabarti tumble.
No. No, no, no.
My day.
Right. How was your day, love?
-Mmm, well, since you asked... -Hmm.
I had
a Skype interview
-with this teen journalist from Iowa. -Mmm.
She's doing a story for her school paper
on influential women under 30.
No biggie.
Ah! Tell me how powerful you are.
She, um, asked me some crazy questions about zombies.
[Ravi] Mmm-hmm?
Like, tinfoil-hat crazy.
I guess, in Iowa, people think zombie hordes roam Seattle,
eating human legs like drumsticks, or that they grow their nails out,
running through schools, scratching children,
like Freddy Krueger.
Hmm. Human legs?
-Which got me thinking... -[clears throat]
Seattle could really use some positive zombie PR.
[Ravi] Mmm.
-You know what we could do? -Give up?
[grunts]
No. Solicit ideas from the public. Make it a thing.
I can run it up the pole with city council.
Of course, they hate each other's guts, so getting anything done will be hard.
Mmm. So hard.
God, they're frustrating, those two.
So frustrating.
Two? There are only two city council members?
Do you ever listen to me?
The other five escaped Seattle before the wall went up.
Mort and Zed are the only ones who stuck around.
I can't even get them to agree to hold a new election.
Are you kidding? I love the idea of a special election.
All I ask is that we identify the candidates
as zombie or human right there in the ballot.
The people of Seattle have a right to know who or what they're voting for.
I'm just afraid Zed might find it a bit...
Divisive. And speciesist.
An election should not be about us versus them.
I got you there.
Mort is a typical human.
A zombie-hating bully.
I love zombies. Big fan of the culture.
Zed is why you're stuck in this
"not really the Mayor but obligated to do his job" limbo. He won't...
...come to the table. He's not interested in solutions.
All he has is these empty slogans and...
No execution.
And he doesn't have the heart...
...the balls to do what's right for the city.
What can I say?
My hands are tied.
Well, wait. I had, um, one more item on the agenda.
You want some money for a PR campaign. I read your email.
We all agree that improving the national perception of zombies
is critical to the safety of Seattle.
We absolutely agree.
And what good are roads and libraries and schools and firetrucks
-if we've been nuked, right? -It's a great idea.
It's just not...
...in the budget.
And if it's not in the budget, we can't approve it.
Sorry, kid.
Hang in there.
People like us, we get it. We know it's not about having
a super shredded core, ripped quads, jacked delts, swole hams, yoked pecs
and insanely tight glutes.
It's about feeling good and realizing your potential. Am I right?
Liv, I know you're on fitness-nut brain,
but do not try to make me the Hans to your Franz.
Oh! This could be our lady. Excuse me, ma'am!
-This is my swole-mate, CB. -Yeah?
Clive Babineaux. We're Seattle PD.
-You have a moment? -Oh. Sure. [chuckles]
Excuse the sweat. Damn hot flashes.
Oh. Sweat is just your body fat crying. May I?
Oh!
[grunts]
[breathing heavily and grunting]
We're investigating a potential homicide that took place last week
outside of a convenience store.
Oh, I saw the footage. That poor woman.
And the victim was on her cell just before the attack,
so we're tracking down every phone that pinged the nearest tower.
Okay.
You mind telling me the last four of your social?
Oh. Sure. Two, one, nine, eight.
[Liv huffing]
-[grunting] -[trashcan rattling]
I'm glad you're okay, Mrs. Jones.
Oh, wait. You're the one that's been calling me.
[chuckles] I'm sorry.
I don't answer unknown numbers. I donated to a non-profit once,
and now, every time the phone rings, it's like,
"Hey! Give $10 for the Sumatran rhino." Are you kidding me?
Okay. I get guilt-tripped enough.
Like when Larry, that's my second husband, contracted cholera. Don't ask.
And he was all like, "You have the power to help me."
Until I agreed to steal hydrocodone for his stomach pain.
He was exploding like a hydrant in a Brooklyn heat wave.
Oh, oopsie!
I probably shouldn't be telling the cops about stealing the meds.
That's okay. Liv. Liv!
-[laughs] Liv. -[Liv breathing heavily]
Bye.
Good news. The lab should be sending
the blood test results the convenience store murder tomorrow.
That's what's up!
There's stress in your voice, bro. You getting enough Omega-3s?
-It's just Peyton. She's a little bit-- -Underwhelmed in the sack?
-What? Did she say something? -You're probably overdoing it.
It's a common mistake for young men. It's simpler than you think.
You know, four hours before sex, you just take a nice bath,
-eat three Brazil nuts... -Okay, thank you.
...a spoon of fermented trout butter
and then during the jam sesh, you just sort of soak.
You know, think of it as a hot tub, not a lap pool.
And focus on the eyes.
I was gonna say, she's a bit overwhelmed at work.
[scoffs] Aren't we all?
Hey, we should hit the gym after work.
Ow! Ow! I'm good, actually.
Oh, come on. Bro, don't you wanna be Ravi Rock-Hard-Body?
Nope.
Oh.
[keyboard keys clacking]
What are you putting in that gob of yours?
Goose muddled in antler sauce,
a civet of hare,
six hard-boiled eggs covered in saffron and flavored with cloves,
-and while you're here, innkeep... -My lord.
...perchance a sprinkling of grated myconid in my soup.
Tell me when.
[imitating grating]
[slurping]
[slurping continues]
[knocking]
Ah.
'Tis sufficient.
[clears throat] I...
take a seat next to Mr. Bandywax.
You must come with me now, my halfling friend.
Now? Oh, not now!
Mayhap anon. My goose remains uncooked.
Don't sit there pitch-kettled, Mr. Bandywax.
If you don't come forsooth,
you risk never gandering another goose, be it cooked or raw.
I rush to the table, take the remaining seat.
Prithee, Mosco,
leave thy belly-timber thither and let us flee,
lest thy be the very cooked goose thou longs to taste.
Okay. Are you guys gonna kill some monsters,
or am I gonna send Gorlogg the Attention Seeker in here
with his vorpal blade?
My cousin in Ohio thinks that I turned zombie for attention.
[laughing]
Didn't you turn vampire for a girl?
Do you mind if I steal that line?
My comedy troupe could use it for our zombie sketch.
You're in a comedy troupe? How did I not know this?
-They're not bad. -Three straight regional Yuk Yuks,
-so suck it, Steve. -Then, no.
You can't steal "turning zombie for attention."
[Ravi] Wait.
-You do zombie sketches? -They kill.
It's actually a portfolio of sketches about living next door to zombies.
[laughs] We had this one bit called "Dinner at the Deadman's,"
where my human brother tries to help me pray away the Z's.
So good... It's so good.
Uh, we go all out, too, you know. Like, white wig, zombie makeup.
So you paint your face and appropriate another culture?
-Never thought of it that way. -Cool.
-Yeah. -Whatever.
I've got two hours before my pregnant wife comes home
and realizes that I'm not there making her tea
-and rubbing her back so-- -Hold on. Tell me more about this sketch.
Okay. So what we like to try to do is--
Whack!
Gorlogg lifts Mosco's severed head in the air and shouts,
"I am Gorlogg!
Look at me. Look at me!"
[slurping]
Roll for initiative.
To hell with the police. They ain't the ones getting blown up.
Blue lives matter? Uh-uh. White lives matter.
Hate to break it to you. You're far from white, Spud.
Tell those Dead Enders calling me "Whitey."
Most humans are decent people.
You sound like Lillywhite.
The Commander is trying to keep the peace.
We push humans too far, and they're gonna look around
and decide that they'd rather die fighting than live in a walled zombie homeland.
-We could take them. -You're an idiot.
-[gunshot] -[grunts]
-Get cover! -Look out!
[groaning]
[panting]
Up there!
[gunshot]
[Justin] How about these two? John and David Mendez.
They have a father in San Diego, dying of cancer, and a senile mother.
She'll be all on her own once he passes.
And the brothers themselves? They're healthy?
Mmm-hmm.
I'm going to hell.
Reject pile.
Commander.
Our squad was ambushed in an alley off Hayes Street.
Sir...
Jordan didn't make it.
[exhaling]
[sobbing]
[sniffles]
Give me Chase Graves over Lillywhite any day.
-Oh, you could say that again. -Yeah. He'll get his.
Hey, you knew which side he was on.
What do you think flower-power will do about it?
Put on some Bob Marley,
bus in a few more grief counselors, remind us how outnumbered we are.
We need to clap back before this "Can't we all get along?" crap
gets us all killed.
[sighs]
[Spud] "Excuse me, sir.
Couldn't help but notice that you've got a high-powered rifle pointed at my skull.
I must warn you that, if you shoot me in the head,
I will then, and only then, be given permission to return fire."
[chuckles]
What? You know I'm right.
You think your anger makes you special, Spud?
When I found Jordan,
she was digging brain tubes out of bus station garbage cans.
I brought her here, and I trained her.
She died saving your sergeant.
What were you hiding behind when she was putting herself in danger?
I know what Jordan's done for her fellow zombie.
You, I'm not so sure about.
I'm asking you to be smart.
Don't you get it? They want to provoke violence.
Only 10% of the human population wants a war.
CHICs. Dead Enders. Are you gonna give them what they want?
Yeah, some of us are gonna die,
so that all of us don't die.
If that's not what you signed up for, then go.
That goes for all of you.
Commander, if we catch the shooter, or the people who made that truck bomb...
what are you gonna do to them?
They'll be turned over to the court system.
With human judges? Human juries?
It's the law. It's what we do.
Okay, we are gonna have zombie super-strength.
How cool is that?
The next time someone asks us to choose between the belt and the boot,
we can just rip their arms off.
[coughing]
Coast is clear, but stay on your toes.
There's lots of U.S. Army between us and Seattle.
-Where do we meet if we have to split up? -[all] 369 Molino Road.
Good.
A pint of ranch dressing has 2,200 calories, FYI.
-Good to know. Thanks. -It's just...
I know you like ranch dressing.
I usually manage to avoid having a pint in a sitting.
One more name to cross off. Why can't people just answer their phones?
[dispatcher over radio] All nearby units. Shots fired at Warmbloods,
21807 Third Street.
Warmbloods. That's close.
[siren blaring]
He was in a hurry.
[man groaning]
Just hang in there.
-More pressure. -Put pressure right there.
-Right. -Hang on. Yes.
Seattle PD.
[man groaning loudly]
-You're gonna make it. Come on. -Stay with us, buddy. Stay with us.
We're here for you.
You got the wrong bar, Renegade.
Let me stop the bleeding.
Don't touch me, Whitey. I know what you are.
You heard the man. Back off.
Your friend is dying. He needs medical attention now.
I won't scratch him. I promise.
Your kind's done enough damage already. Get the hell out of here.
I suggest you step aside, or I'll place you under arrest
for obstructing an officer.
Let 'em through, Matty.
Nothing they can do now.
What do you know?
-It was a drive-by. Two people in masks. -[camera clicking]
How many casualties?
One.
Witnesses saw the shooter and driver take off in a blue Civic hatchback.
Matches with the vehicle we saw racing off on our way over.
See if any of our guys own a car like that.
Of course, Commander.
[man] Hey, Commander!
How y'all gonna cover this one up?
So what are we gonna hear on the news?
"Eddie Diggs died of natural causes. He is survived by his wife and two kids."
[Peyton] Ravi, no. I'm exhausted.
I just watched a barber shop quartet do "Ebony and Ivory."
Two of them in whiteface.
You can tell me at home.
Yeah, I'm still here, but I'm walking out now.
Yes, this is me walking out.
This is me turning out the lights, locking up.
Oh, you lie.
Okay. You got me. What is so important?
Are you still hearing presentations?
I just finished. Thank God.
You got time for one more?
Okay.
Psst! [snaps fingers]
[clears throat]
-Stand there. -Yeah.
[clears throat]
-Jimmy and his comedy troupe do a-- -Portfolio of sketches.
About a human couple living next door to a zombie couple.
Oh, there's laughs. There's heart. And guess what.
You might just learn a thing or two.
Great! Now all we have to do is convince millions of Americans
to cross the militarized dead zone, make it over the wall
to the zombie-controlled city of Seattle, and get themselves to...
Where do you perform, Jimmy?
Count McCackles' Comedy Castle.
Yeah, see, I knew she wouldn't see the potential. Suits, man.
We produce the episodes. We post them online.
The episodes go viral.
Viral's good.
Think about what Will & Grace did for gay people
-or what The Cosby Show did for-- -Let's not use that example.
Crazy Rich Zombies.
Okay. I see your point.
Zombies? [scoffs] They're just the folk next door.
The people you wave to every day on your way to work.
-Do you have a name for it? -Wait for it.
Hi, Zombie!
Hmm.
[whispers] Hi, Zombie.
Jury's out on the name, but I love the idea.
It's one of the best I've heard all day.
How much does it cost?
[Ravi] Oh...
Something like that.
You know, uh, to build sets, hire a crew and a stage.
Why don't we just put the first zombie on the moon, too?
Yeah.
-Here you go, hon. -Thanks.
You hear about the four dead at Warmbloods?
Four? They said on the news there was just one.
And you believe everything they say on the news?
Those necros downplay everything.
That poor woman outside the convenience store?
I got a buddy down in Chehalis, rolls with the crew.
Started running patrol shifts to protect the border.
About time someone's willing to do something, right?
Lady, these boys is locked and loaded.
Hell, some of them even use bows and arrows.
Okay. Well, let's hope they bring home some scalps.
There she is! Now, that's a beautiful sight.
Yeah.
[laughing]
Race you to the wall.
My God, that kid's gullible.
[screaming with joy]
[all laughing]
Ha, ha, ha! Dicks.
-Can't believe she ran all the way. -We made it, man.
And all in one piece.
Go! Go! Go! There's a bunch of them.
-Get under the SUV. -What about you?
-Just go! -Go!
Run! Run! Run! Don't stop! Just go!
Stay down.
[gun firing]
[groaning]
[leader] The kids went that way.
Let's go. Move!
[sobbing]
Can you not? It's a little distracting.
Distracting? Oh, you mean these bad boys?
Feels good to let them breathe.
I'll take your word.
Come on, CB. We're police. We have a right to bare arms.
Ah... There he is.
I'm sad to say that your final potential murder victim is alive and well.
This picture was posted yesterday by one of her friends.
That photo could have been taken months ago and posted by our killer.
But on closer inspection...
Yesterday's footage of the Warmbloods shooting. She can't be deceased.
You're welcome.
Over 70 phones, every one of their owners alive and accounted for.
We should tell Bozzio.
Harris! You seen the Lieutenant?
Uh, she's in interrogation with another car club guy.
You watch the video of the murder outside the convenience store?
Uh-huh.
The killers were in a lowrider.
I get it. You see a lowrider, you immediately bring in the Latino, right?
Victor Ruiz. You are the founder of Seattle Lowrider Consortium?
So? That makes me a murderer?
You guys put on a lot of car shows.
You're saying I consort with murderers, then?
Your word.
Recognize this car?
[chuckles] Yeah, I know that car.
But you're not going to find the guy who owns it.
He left Seattle before the wall went up.
I know where the car is, though.
[Dale] Well, then. Would you mind writing down that address for us, Mr. Ruiz?
You having a vision?
I'm Kegeling. Pelvic floor. Tragically overlooked muscle group.
See what I did there, Clive? Lift with your legs. Back flat.
Huh. I think this is our car.
Detective school is really paying off.
Exposed wires from the steering column indicate hot-wiring.
Sorry. Traffic. What'd I miss?
Good Lord.
Uh... So, I've got some weird news.
You and Peyton tried the soak-and-stare technique?
Uh, no.
The DNA results came back from the blood taken from the convenience store.
-Were they able to identify the victim? -Not yet.
But there was blood from a dozen people, all human. Not a drop was zombie.
Well, we still need to test this blood.
[Ravi] Hmm...
Strange.
[Clive exclaims]
-I'm gonna puke. -Don't. It's corn syrup.
What?
-Hey, bros. This look familiar? -A wig.
Looks like detective classes are paying off for all of us.
Oh, just like the victim's hair in the convenience store video.
-It's corn syrup. -Nice work, Ravi.
-Thank you. -You just ate 57 empty calories.
So the video was a hoax?
No one's dead?
Every person whose cell-phone pinged the tower at the time
is still alive and accounted for.
The corn syrup blood in the car is a pretty dead giveaway.
And the blood found at the convenience store
was from multiple people. All humans.
We also found a wig that matches the victim's hairstyle.
What kind of a sicko fakes a zombie attack?
Someone who wants to see the city burn.
I'll call a press conference, expose the video as a fake.
And what are you gonna say?
"Hey, everybody! That video you saw of two zombies ripping a woman to shreds?
It never happened.
Oh, and we don't know who was behind the false flag,
so just take our word for it."
Well, Major, it has the advantage of being true.
Well, the truth's not gonna cut it.
Look, our words won't trump their images, okay? People saw a murder.
If we're gonna claim it was a hoax, we gotta put some meat on the bone.
What are you suggesting?
We get people to confess, say they fabricated the murder.
They want to stir up zombie hate with fake news? Fine.
We'll fight them on their terms.
And you expect Seattle PD to get behind this?
Only if it wants to keep its homicide rate in check.
Are you sure about this, Major?
There's gonna be a lot of heat on whoever takes the fall for this.
We'll need to get them out of Seattle, and we'll have to do it discreetly.
-Liv? -What? No.
I wanna live in your world.
Peyton, Lieutenant, expect my instructions.
Voilà. Officers Chris Tader and Buddy Jackson.
Jackson owns the blue hatchback.
And residue shows Tader fired his weapon.
Both have confessed.
Couldn't keep it in your pants, huh, Spud?
They resisted.
I didn't shoot anyone who didn't deserve it.
And you're judge and jury now?
Someone's gotta be, Ol' Softy.
That is your Commander, soldier.
Chase Graves is my commander.
Your move, Commander.
[door clicks]
Have they said anything yet?
Very little. They're waiting for you.
Renegade.
Where's Baron?
He's gone.
We thought we made it. We were at the wall and...
These two hitched along. Bad foster home situation.
Can Oliver get his scratch? He's very sick.
[sighs]
It was at this intersection that a mystery woman,
now identified as Cynthia Rybnicki, was brutally murdered by two zombies.
Or was she?
Today, the Seattle Police Department arrested Ms. Rybnicki
along with brothers John and David Mendez for perpetrating a hoax,
a hoax intended to stir up anti-zombie sentiment.
As they were brought in for processing,
Ms. Rybnicki gave a defiant hand sign associated with the Dead Enders...
[crowd cheering]
[woman on TV] The Mendez brothers and Ms. Rybnicki
confessed when presented with the evidence.
If anything, they seemed proud of the damage they'd done to the city.
[man on TV] How much time will they get?
The DA promised me it would be no less than 15 years.
And while the group is under fire for stoking anti-zombie fear in Seattle,
they also remain embroiled in a tragedy of their own.
-Helen? -Two days ago, patrons of Warmbloods,
rumored to be a Dead Ender watering hole, were enjoying happy hour
when bullets ripped through this window, injuring three and killing one.
Today, we learned the fate of those drive-by shooters.
Yesterday, we received this footage,
secretly recorded and smuggled out of a Fillmore Graves downtown warehouse.
[all gasp]
The same source identified the two men as Chris Tader and Buddy Jackson.
Commander. Is that you in the video, Commander?
Didn't you promise that the guillotine is a thing of the past?
I promised that Fillmore Graves will police itself.
When my soldiers break the law, they pay a price.
Every human and zombie in the city would be wise to understand that.
Hell of a performance.
[woman on TV] And there you have it.
You think it'll work?
You think they'll keep quiet?
They're getting what they want. Passage out of the city.
They're incredibly grateful.
Thanks for getting them out.
It's what I do.
Why'd you change your mind?
I was already living in your world.
I just didn't know it yet.
You both sure?
[girls wincing]
[both panting]
Just like I said. All in the eyes.
What would happen if you had two spoonfuls of trout butter?
I don't know, but l'd be afraid to find out.
-So... how'd you get the money? -What?
For Hi, Zombie. Production costs, et cetera.
Ever heard of the Space Needle?
-Rings a bell. -I sold the naming rights.
Can the Chief of Staff to a dead mayor do that?
Oh, God, no.
No, I figure I've got three, four months before I'm discovered,
the scandal breaks, and my career bites the dust.
So why?
'Cause I'm not sure we survive three months
if we just sit back and do nothing.
I've been to D.C., Ravi,
and they are looking for an excuse to wipe us off the map.
I have never loved you more than in this moment.
Not even 45 seconds ago when we were--
Okay, this moment is a close second.
[Cathy] Just... I can't believe it.
I mean, that was us. I mean, we did that.
-[shushes] -It was your plan.
And the TV lied. Who were those people?
Patsies. People our dear Commander found to play the part.
Well, that was my part. We have to tell people they've been duped.
And we know that, how? Because we duped people first?
Dolly, just please--
No, no, no. I need you to say this with me. "Dolly, I won't tell anyone."
Okay, okay. Fine. I hear you.
It's just that I stole blood from the hospital for this.
You know, I flailed around that car like a damn epileptic, and for what?
Everything they said on TV is fake news.
People have gotta know. We've gotta tell them, Dolly.
You seem a little worked up, hon. Um, why don't you let Benny drive you home?
Take an Epsom bath. Treat yourself, you know. You deserve it.
-Yeah. -Does Benny come with it?
Well, that's up to Benny.
Oh. Okay.
So, tell me, uh, Benny, is there a Mrs. Benny?
[chuckling] Oh, no?
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