All language subtitles for iZombie_S01E03_The Exterminator

-(YELLS)
-(SCREAMS)

(LAUGHS) You're too easy.

What a wuss.

Jackass! That was
quality b-roll.

Hey, think that'd make
a good shot?

Picture it, serial killer
sneaks up behind the barrel.

-(THUDDING)
-Ho ho ho ho!
That's in the net!

(SIGHS)

(CLANKS)

Clank.

Whatever. Two out of three.

(GRUNTING FROM BELOW)

It's getting late.
Maybe we should...

Now who's a wuss?

What are you doing?

(GROWLING)

There's a hobo in there, man.

We can cut him into the movie.

Or maybe it's a serial killer

and he can cut us
into stupid virgin stew.

What if this place
turned him into a mutant,

and he's got
hermit crab hands?

Then I'm about to have
three million
Instagram followers.

(GROWLING)

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

I'm hungry. Are you hungry?

Okay, this is interesting.

I set up a Google Alert
for the search terms
"Seattle, zombie."

Me, too. No. Uh, I signed up
for Z-Date.

Hmm. You joke,
but this could be as close

as we get
to an early warning system.

It got a couple of hits.

Oh, Dawn of the Dead
is showing at midnight
on Friday.

Uh, Undertakers' Bar
in Capitol Hill

added the Noxious Zombie
to the cocktail menu.

And a teenager posted
a picture on his Facebook.

Claims it's a zombie.

Is it me?

Check out the location.

Abandoned shipyard
on the shore
of Lake Washington.

Well, less than a mile
from where you got turned
into a zombie.

We should at least
go take a look.

There are already two zombies,
me and Blaine.

Now, there may be a third?

Two's company,
three's a horde.

But with great power comes...

Do not. Seriously.

Fine! We'll go zombie hunting.

Solve murders, find zombies.

Why don't you ever
suggest anything whimsical?

So how are we doing
with our hit-and-run victim?

Pretty straightforward.

Cause of death is probably
the cerebral edema,

but I need to drain the blood
from the pericardial sac to
check for heart lacerations.

(CELL PHONE CHIMING
AND VIBRATING)

(GROANS)

(SIGHS) What's going on?

You keep getting texts
that disappoint you.

They're not the texts
that I want.

I hate to pry...

Said the man
who keeps asking me

for my urine samples.
(CHUCKLES)

It is in search
of a cure, Liv.

Don't cheapen it.

And you shouldn't
feel compelled

to share your personal...

I hit on my ex-fiance.

You have an ex-fiance?

Yes, who I broke up with
because I'm partially dead.

I didn't wanna risk
giving him the big "Z."

But then I ate the brain
of Seattle's most
sensual painter,

and I tried to jump
my ex's bones.

Which is pretty hard
to explain

when you can't tell him
that you're a zombie.

For him, I just dumped him
and then hit on him,

like the world's
cruelest tease.

So I texted him an apology
and he hasn't responded.

-That's awful.
-Yeah.

You texted your apology.

That seems to beg for
a face-to-face conversation,
don't you think?

Uh, I am too hungry right now

to work out
if you're joking or not.

Your skull just turned
into a giant animated ham.

All righty, then.
Let's see. (SIGHS)

Marvin Webster here,
family man, two kids, suburbs,

owner operator
of Sea-Tac Bug Whack

until someone ran him over
in the Whole Lotta Lotta
car park.

Should be a pretty safe
brain to eat.

Said nobody. Ever.

(WHIRRING)

LIV: In my old life,
I was a lot of things.

A doctor, a fiancee,

a fan of Pilates.

Now, I'm only one thing.

I'm a stomach,
hunger incarnate.

When I'm hungry,

I forget my lunch
used to be a person.

When the hunger's bad,

I forget I used to
be one, too.

That's hot.

I think I saw that exact pose

in the centerfold
of Zombie Playboy.

LIV: You shouldn't
be here, Blaine.

Why'd you stand me up
last night?

You were bringing me
some of your bountiful
brain supply, remember?

I guess you got busy
and forgot.

You know, since
that's the sort of thing
that slips people's minds.

Buy milk,
take out the garbage,
feed the starving zombie.

Who can keep track?

I didn't know how to reach out
to tell you I wasn't coming.

Is that your way
of asking for my number?

Uh...

I have to get back to work.

Right. Work here
in the bottomless
buffet of brains

ripe for tupperwaring.

This thing right here,
does it have a name?

It's a bone saw.

You use that
to cut into skulls, huh?

Think for a second

what you'd do
to get into a skull

if you didn't work here.

How would you do it?

An ice pick's no good.
You have to stab it 100 times.

A handsaw works,
but it takes forever.

The best thing
I found is a rock.

You made me this thing.

I don't trust you.

I may not think
you're a murderer,

but I think you're likely
still the same
drug-dealing knob

who groped me on that boat.

Oh, that's pretty clear.

So it's every zombie
for himself, huh?

I guess so.

Hey.

Hey.

Is that a bottle of champagne?

Wow, look at you
all cop-like,
nothing's getting by you.

-Are we celebrating?
-I hope so.

Otherwise, I'm gonna
get really hammered
two-fisting this.

And what are we celebrating?

The Wally Walker murder case.

High-tech whiz kid
mugged and murdered
in a park. Heard of it?

Nope, but here's
to Wally's untimely demise.

Oh. Uh, check this out.

I wanna thank Don Watts
and Freddy Brown

for helping to find
my husband's killer.

Okay. So, that is
Wally Walker's widow.

And, uh, that eye candy
is Walker's angel investor.

He offered a reward
for any information leading
to the killer's arrest.

Oh, and, uh,
that compelling fellow

is Freddy Brown.
He collected the reward.

Wait for it.

Oh, my God! It's you!
In your power suit!

(LAUGHS) Hell, yeah, it is!

Ah. My first murder case.

I... I'm officially on my way.

The DA is putting
a lot of faith in me. So...

Can you help me prep my cross?

Like old times, hmm?

You get to play Gus Williams,
the murderer,

a cold, detached loner.

I think I can dial that in.

Mr. Williams, when the police
picked you up,

you had Mr. Walker's wallet,

credit cards and shoes
in your possession.

Is there a question?

Oh, just the obvious one.

How did these items
come to be in your possession?

I was in the park
looking for a place to sleep

and I stumbled upon his body.

I took his shoes
and his wallet.

It didn't seem like
he needed them any longer.

Was this the man
you stumbled upon?

Wait a minute, okay?
The money's coming!

I swear to God,
I'm gonna pay it all off!
Just tell him!

Tell him the money's coming.

MARVIN: That's what
they always say.

(GASPS)

Uh, Liv?

I killed him.

Hey, now, I'm not that good.

So, Wally Walker trial
starts today.

Big win for the cops, huh?

Beloved tech innovator
mugged and murdered

just before his company
goes public.

But the city's finest
get their man,

a drifter with a record.

The city is safe,
everyone's happy.

It's not my case.
I'm working the hit-and-run,
remember?

The poor schmo
that got run over
in the parking lot?

Yeah. Here's the thing,

the drifter didn't kill
Wally Walker,

the poor schmo did.

Marvin Webster,
our hit-and-run victim?

I had a vision of him
murdering Wally Walker.

This is important.

When you had the vision,

were you holding
an apple bong,

or did you just smoke
an old-school spliff?

I'm not
screwing around, Clive.

I'm just wondering
if this vision also contained

winged horses
and a dancing pizza.

I'm not saying
you didn't see it,

but no psychic bats 1.000.

You're going after
the wrong guy.

And from what I could gather,

he's done it before,
like, a lot.

How is this guy
even connected to Walker?

Something to do with debts.

You want me to go to my boss

and tell them to stop
a high-profile murder trial

because the morgue medium
said so?

The victim was shot
downward in the head

from point blank range
while on his knees,

that's not a mugging,
that's an execution.

The drifter had
Walker's DNA all over him.

He was wearing
his frickin' shoes.

A homeless drifter
who needs to steal shoes

doesn't usually pack a Glock.

I saw the murder weapon.

He used a suppressor,

more commonly known
as a silencer,

invented by Hiram
Percy Maxim in 1902.

FYI.

Listen, our job right now
is to find the person

that ran over Marvin Webster.

It's up to the courts
to decide

if Gus Williams is innocent.

He is innocent. What more do
you need than, "I saw somebody
else commit the murder"?

I need evidence.

I can't go to
the powers that be with this.

You absolutely can.

You just don't want to.

You'd rather send
an innocent man to jail

than rock the boat.

Well, I'd rather
sleep at night.

Don't worry, I'll man up
for the both of us.

LIV: I just asked Clive
to commit career suicide,

and then I questioned
his manhood.

And I genuinely don't care,
like, at all.

Marvin Webster had quite
the superiority complex.

And zero empathy
and was a hit man.

Son of a bitch.
I ate the brains

of a sociopath.

A term eliminated by the DSM

in 2004 along with psychopath

and combined
into one broader category,

antisocial
personality disorder.

Void of compassion.

Full of factoids.
This brain is gonna suck.

Hey.

How's it going?

Okay.

So you haven't seen it?

-Oh!
-WOMAN: Oh!

(PEOPLE LAUGHING)

-(JENGA PIECES CLATTERING)
-(PEOPLE GASPING)

I only saw it
because she tagged him

and he liked it.

Which I didn't realize
would sound so sexual.

Sorry. (CLEARS THROAT)

Regardless,
this is social media

for "we're an item," so...

Did you know
that December 11th

is the most common day
to get dumped on Facebook?

I don't really know
what's going on right now.

Uh, are you, like,
in shock or...

No, I'm just...

Nothing.

So, you don't wanna mention
that her laugh is annoying

or question why
they're this frickin' excited
about Jenga?

Not really.

Wow. That's impressive.

Yet concerning.

(CELL PHONE RINGING
AND VIBRATING)

-Hey, are you sure
you're okay?
-Sure.

Hello?

LIV: It's been
almost six months

since I called off
my engagement

to the man of my dreams.

And now, the day
I've dreaded is here.

He's moving on.

I should really
be feeling something.

I guess I still
have my curiosity.

That's something.

LIV: If we're lucky,
that zombie photo

is just a dumb
teenage prank.

Better safe
than the apocalypse.

"The rising world
of waters dark and deep."

It's Milton, on lakes
and what hides inside them.

There are nearly
8,000 recognized lakes
in Washington state.

This one's second biggest.

It's... It's very interesting,
thank you.

So, how's this brain
treating you?

Like the lone contestant
on Bizarro Jeopardy.

Aside from that,
I'm totally numb.

Things that should upset me
just bounce right off.

That could have its upside.

It's actually
kind of disturbing.

It's not like apathy,
it's colder.

This is the brain of someone
who could kill people
and not care.

(RUSTLING)

Wait. Did you just
hear something?

Like someone moaning
the word "brains"? No.

If you heard aimless
shambling of the undead,

that might've just been me.

You don't shamble.

(GRUNTING AND RUSTLING)

We need to open this up a bit.

You know, many hit men
have a antisocial
personality disorder.

That's what makes them
good hit men.

Yeah. Kind of makes me
long for the days

low blood sugar made me
a little bitchy.

(SNARLING)

There's something in there.

(GRUNTING)

Marcy?

(GRUNTS)

You know her?

This is unbelievable.
Look at her, she's real.

LIV: She looks
like a melted candle.

Well, she's been in here
for months and she's alive.

That's open to debate.

Marcy was a fellow resident
at the hospital.

She invited me
to the boat party

where I was turned
into a zombie.

I went to her funeral.
Her mom was a mess.

Are you sure it's her?

LIV: I recognize the necklace.

Her grandmother's pearls.

Marcy wore them every day.

I can't imagine
how awful this must be,

seeing someone
you knew reduced to...

Just...

Did you just throw
a rock at her?

Stop that!

LIV: Why? She doesn't care.

Still! I know
your system is swirling

with hit man brains,

but let's remember
to "do unto others."

Because that
could be me, right?

We don't know for sure.

But we're both thinking it.

If I went too long
without eating brains,
that'd be me.

Or maybe we can fix her.

I'm guessing that
isn't chicken noodle soup.

What if the deterioration
is reversible?

I mean,
what happens if a zombie

this far gone gets to feed?

Marcy! Lunch time!

(GROWLING)

That is what
we in the biz call

an encouraging
parasympathetic response.

Right.

When we come back,

hopefully we find
a very confused
cardiac resident.

Sound good?

LIV: I can't control
what happens to Marcy,

but I can solve this case.

And if Marvin's brains
blot out the memory

of the girl who wanted
to be my friend

and the ex-fiance
who still hasn't responded
to my apology text,

I say bring on the sociopath.

Some new information
kind of fell in my lap.

Wally did have
serious gambling debts.

Come help me
lean on his bookie.
Don't make me beg.

I'll say it again,

the Wally Walker murder
is not our case.

The Marvin Webster
hit-and-run is.

Whoever ran down Marvin

-probably hired him
to kill Wally.
-(SIGHS)

Two murders, one case.
Come on, work with me here.

You're making
quite a leap here.

You got a name
for this bookie?

Frank Smith.

What?

Frank Smith,
former Seattle cop.

Current owner
of Smitty's Bar & Grill

and bookmaker to
half the cops in the city.

Great. It's a cop bar.

Everyone'll have badges.
We'll blend right in.

(JOVIAL MUSIC PLAYING)

Welcome to Whitey Whitesville.

How do you think
we're blending so far?

I remember this place.

We had our Mu Theta Zeta

Night in Ibiza
Electric Wonderland

with the Omega Sigs here.

You should see this place
when the foam drops.

This guy knows
what I'm talking about.

Uh, low profile.
Let's go find Smitty.

CLIVE: Uh, is Smitty around?

Who wants to know?

Detective Babineaux, Homicide.

I'll see if Smitty
feels like chatting.

(CROWD CHEERING)

Welcome, Masters!

Trivia Masters, that is.
(GIGGLES)

Get out your pens.

-It's Trivia Tuesday!
-(CROWD CHEERING)

I Dream of Jeannie.

Can you believe she was
the idealized female

for these guys?

When she got uppity,

just shove her back
in the bottle.

What was the first Western

to win best picture
at the Oscars?

Good luck, Masters. (GIGGLES)

It all comes back to being
called "Master," doesn't it?

Cimarron, 1931.

Yeah, I'm horribly offended.

Are you cool with me
naming our trivia team

"Piggy and the Brain"?

-Smitty'll be down in a few.
-Oh, thanks.

Male Dayak fruit bats
are unusual in what regard?

"They can lactate."

I'll be right back.

TRIVIA GENIE: Your wish
is my command,

if your wish
is for more trivia!

-(ALL CHEERING)
-(EXCLAIMING)

Yeah, Wally Walker
owed me money, a lot of it.

He died owing me money.

Now, you mind explaining me
why this is your
frickin' business?

Sorry about this.
You must be Smitty.

Well, let me guess,
you're Babineaux.

And the winner
with a perfect score is...

-Piggy and the Brain.
(GIGGLES)
-(APPLAUSE)

We were hoping
you could tell us when you
last saw Wally Walker.

June 8th, the night he died.

He came in here and asked
for more time to pay.

Cash flow issues, he said.

Was that unusual?

It wasn't the first time
he'd been in deep.

But I knew he was good for it.

He was going to sell
his company for fast cash,

told me that
if I gave him two months,

he'd double my vig.

So, the man owed you
a lot of money

and ended up dead
later that night?

Congratulations.

-Say cheese.
-(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

-Hmm!
-Not now.

Don't they have this guy?
Didn't he go to trial today?

We're just going over it
one more time.

Suzuki's your lieutenant, huh?

He likes to get a few bucks
on the Seahawks
from time to time.

I should check in with him.

Let him know
what a thorough job
you're doing.

-Let's go, Liv.
-(LAUGHS)

You know
he's stonewalling, right?

He obviously knows something.

Stop, Clive.

-You can throw away
your own career.
-Look.

Look who won on June 8th.

CLIVE: Marvin Webster.

He was here the same night

Wally came to ask
Smitty for more time.

And he followed him
out when he left

and then murdered him.

Where do we go from here?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Yeah?

Mrs. Webster, we're with
the Seattle Police Department.

We're investigating
your husband's death.

We have reason to believe
the person who ran him over

might've been someone he knew.

We're hoping
you might let us look through

your husband's
personal effects.

It's about time.

If this were my home office,

my thoughts might turn
to murder as well.

6,012 Unusual Facts,

you and Marvin
would've had a couple things
in common then.

Mrs. Webster
was sure cool with us
poking around down here.

Mrs. Webster doesn't mind us
going through his stuff

because she feels
like he has nothing to hide.

She has no idea what he was.

Or he was just
a mild-mannered
pest control expert

and we're wasting our time.

Nothing here.

See if that lamp
has a three-way bulb.

Maybe it gets brighter.

-(BULB BREAKS)
-(SIGHS)

-Guess not.
-Hold on.

-(TIRES SCREECHING)
-(MARVIN GROANS)

(MARVIN SCREAMING)

(GASPS)

CLIVE: Liv?

I saw the hit-and-run.

It was definitely intentional.

It hit him once
and then backed over him
to finish the job.

The car that ran over Marvin
was orange.

I caught the first few letters
of the plate.

I've got something, too.

Look what Marvin keeps
in his tool chest.

It's Glock, with a suppressor.

The gun
that killed Wally Walker.

How do you feel about telling
your lieutenant now?

The car had
one long taillight,

but I'm starting to believe
that there isn't such a thing.

With the color
and the partial plate,

I've still got 79 cars
that could've run over
Marvin Webster.

Which is why I'm looking
at pictures of cars

just like they'll force me
to do if I wind up in hell.

Hey...

How about doing a sketch
of the taillight
and I'll run with it?

Kind of annoying that
we didn't come up with that
an hour ago, but I'm on it.

Talk to you later.

You're home early.

Yeah, well,
your detective buddy
blew up my case,

so there wasn't much to do.

They released Gus Williams.

Well, he was innocent.

I have a pile of evidence
that says otherwise.

Someone else
had the murder weapon.

The gambling angle
was never fully investigated.

You read my files, didn't you?

My confidential file.

You want me to feel bad?

You would've sent
an innocent man to jail.

No. (STUTTERING) You've been
a slug for months,

and this... This is the thing
that gets you off of your ass?

Not your family,
not your fiance,

proving me wrong!

It has nothing to do with you.

No, no, no,
but it does! It does!

(SCOFFS)

I get that you had to do
what you think is right,

but you could at least
feel bad about it.

You just massively
derailed my career

and you don't even care,
do you?

Yeah, you don't.

These brains I'm on
are the worst.

My closest friend
in the world,

and I couldn't even
muster up an apology.

I was such
an unbelievable bitch

and I don't even care.

Well, you sound like you care.

Because I know I should,
but I don't.

The whole world's
behind 50 feet of glass.

You could always eat
another brain.

Mrs. Marian Evans,

asphyxiation
in a nursing home.

Sold.

But I feel duty-bound
to remind you

about Wally Walker.

You eat her,
no more Marvin visions.

And whoever hired him
to kill Wally
likely gets away with it.

See, I know you're right,
and I'll rally, but, nothing.

These brains scare
the hell out of me.

I'm afraid of the person
that I'm becoming.

You're cognizant enough
to worry.

To me that says
you'll be okay.

And it's not just Wally
who needs you,

I wanna go to the tank
tomorrow to check on Marcy.

I'm working on a safe way
to gather samples.

And then, we search
for any sign of improvement.

And if there's none?

Oh. There's every chance
there will be.

I'm just wondering
what Plan B is here.

Liv, I need your help.

Jerome and I
have been upstairs
for the past two hours

getting a master class
in being ignored by the cops.

I'm sorry I haven't responded
to your text message,

-but things have...
-It's fine.

Why do you need a cop?

Tell her.

My roommate
took his skateboard out,

said he was going
to the park
for a couple hours.

That was four days ago.

Major is a counselor
at Helton Shelter,

a halfway house
for teen runaways,

delinquents, addicts.

Yeah, addicts are the key
to a good party.

Jerome's roommate at Helton,
Eddie Cisco,

disappeared four days ago.

He reported it to Major
and now they're here.

No, we're not just here.

We've been riding the police
for the last three days

who've done
absolutely nothing.

Did you file
a Missing Persons Report?

Yes. There have been
no follow-ups,

they didn't even call
the hospitals.

I've got to ask,

are you sure
Eddie didn't just take off?

He wouldn't be
the first shelter kid to jet.

He was doing really well.

His iPod is still
in its dock, okay?

If you knew Eddie, you'd know
he didn't plan on leaving.

Is there anything else
about him to help me out?

Like, places he'd hang?

Eddie's a skater.

He'd go to Nine Trolls,
this skate park near Helton.

He started
going less, though.

Some scary dude
was hanging around.

Eddie said people
called him the Candyman

'cause he was
passing out Utopium
like they was jelly beans.

If you were willing
to follow him back

to his child molester van
or whatever.

All right.
I'm gonna walk this over
to Missing Persons right now,

get Eddie
to the top of the pile.

Nice kicks.

Section 8 of the Flag Code
states that the American flag

should never be
used as apparel,

although enforcement
of the code

conflicts with your
1st Amendment right
to freedom of speech

as laid out
in the 1990 Supreme Court case

United States v. Eichman.

You didn't say
you was marrying Siri.

We should get going.

You really think you can do
better than my boy here?

Jerome.

I'll see you around.

-Yeah.
-I don't get it, man.

You may hate looking at cars,

but you're decent
at drawing them.

1978 Landau.

Note the taillights.

That got us down to one car.

I found it listed
in the local car trader,
and guess what?

The owner sold it the day
before Marvin was murdered.

Who did he sell it to?

That's our guy.

Are you sure it was my car?

I can't believe the guy
I sold it to killed someone.

Any information
you could give us about him
would be helpful.

Well, that's the thing,
he was very specific about

not wanting to give his name.

He wore sunglasses, a hat.

He paid well over
what I was asking.

The funny thing was,
I already recognized the guy.

The guy's been
all over the news lately.

There was another picture
of him in the paper

a couple days ago.

I brought it with me.

CLIVE: This guy?

The guy
who collected the reward

for turning in Gus Williams?

No, not him.

-Him.
-LIV: Don Watts?

That's Wally Walker's
angel investor.

He offered the reward.

The car is probably
at the bottom
of a lake by now.

The car still has
LoJack on it.

Does that help?

Seattle Suit Factory,
am I right?

Ever been to Luly Yang
in the Fairmont Olympic?

She does women's high
fashion, but she'll make
an exception as a favor.

I could make a call.

Let's talk cars, instead.
Yours.

I have lots of 'em. Which one
you wanna talk about?

Your 1978 Landau.

'78 Landau?
Doesn't sound like me.

We caught a teenager
joyriding in it.

He claimed he found it
with the windows down
and the keys in the ignition.

It had Marvin Webster's
blood and hair
on the bumper.

Who's Marvin Webster?

CLIVE: A contract killer.

We believe he murdered
your business partner,
Wally Walker.

We know that this was the car
that ran Marvin Webster over.

And we know that
you paid cash for this car

the day before the murder.

The man who sold it to you,
one Patrick Edward,

saw your picture
in the newspaper.

And your DNA is in the car.

LIV: Hair follicles.

You gotta watch those.

Oh, that '78 Landau.

My client appeared here
as a courtesy.

If you had anything
to charge him with,

you'd do it. Let's go, Don.

I don't know. I...
I kind of wanna hear
how this story ends.

Wally Walker
was a genius programmer,

but his gambling debts
were gonna sink the company.

He needed fast cash
so he was gonna sell out

to the boys in Redmond

rather than wait
and go public,

like you wanted.

You took care of the problem

and made tens of millions
of dollars in the process.

I do remember
the tens of millions.

After Marvin did
your dirty work,

you decided to tie up
the loose ends.

Cell phone records show
you were called

from a disposable cell phone

45 minutes before
Marvin Webster was run over.

What was that call about?

How would I know?

I'm sorry, did you say
you found this
disposable phone

on this hit man?

No, I guess not.

(SIGHS) But let's say
I did hit someone.

-Don...
-I got this, Harry.

Yeah. Shut up, Harry.

I bought that Landau
to restore.

It's a classic, you know.

The '78 Landau.

But maybe I did hit
something that night.

Maybe I hoped it was a deer,
but I wasn't sure.

Maybe I wasn't
thinking clearly

and just walked away
from the car.

But this
Marvin Webster business?

Never met the man.
Good luck proving that.

We'll be placing you
under arrest

for vehicular manslaughter.

You said he was
a murderer, right?

Did you know
that I'm on the cover
of Ranier Magazine?

I have a copy of it
on my desk.

I was hoping to get you
to sign it before we send
you down to Walla Walla.

If I did run over
this Marvin Webster,

it's just another example
of my tireless work

on behalf of the good
people of Seattle.

This arrest may get me
elected mayor.

How many days
do you really think

I'll spend behind bars?

Be honest.

I'll give you a hint.

It's a round number.

I'll have you out
within the hour, Don.

LIV: Is he really gonna walk?

If we can't prove a connection
between him and Webster, yeah.

Wait.

I have an idea
how we can put them together.

Get your vision cap on.

You have no right
to be in my husband's car!

You know what you can do
with this impound notice?

My husband was a good man!

And you've made him
into some kind of monster!

She's lovely.

Here goes nothing.

(ENGINE REVS)

All right.

"My Destinations."

The last place Marvin drove

should be where he was killed.

That's where it happened.
It's a match.

All right. So here's
where he was before that.

Professional hit men
don't do business

over the phone.

If he set up a meeting
after the first call,

it could be any of these.

Let's check them out.

LIV: The last thing
I wanna do is

have another flood
of psychopathic thoughts

bringing out my inner bitch.

But when Popeye faces Bluto,
out comes the spinach.

If it'll up my shot
at a vision,

then let's pop the top
on the leftover cerebellum.

Lots of dog owners,

but so far no one
who saw Don, Marvin

or his Bug Whack mobile.

How's it going here,
any good vibrations?

Not yet.

Uh, keep at it.
I'm gonna keep asking around.

Somebody might have
seen these guys.

Excuse me.

(JOVIAL MUSIC PLAYING
ON ICE CREAM TRUCK)

(JOVIAL MUSIC PLAYING)

You gave me a price, I met it.
We're paid up.

MARVIN: Anybody gonna miss you
when you're gone, son?

(KNOCKING)

SANITATION WORKER: Gentlemen,
can you take this elsewhere?

Truck's coming through.

(GASPS)

Clive!

There was a witness,
a garbage man.

I couldn't see his face,
but if we can find him,

we can prove that Watts met
with the exterminator.

All right. I'll track down
the sanitation crew

that worked this street
that day. You free to join me?

I can't.

I promised Ravi I'd help him
with some research.

And no rest
for the wicked, right?

LIV: I'm cold,
all the way through me.

And the closer
we get to Marcy,
the frostier I become.

She may well be better.
(PANTING)

You always feel better
after a good brain.

LIV: I can see Ravi's hope
for what it is, fear.

He can't deal
with what it means

if Marcy hasn't improved,

what we'll have to do.

-But I can.
-Maybe she's fine.

Because Marvin was a hit man.

And I can't help feeling
that's what this
chilly emptiness is.

This is how Marvin felt
before a kill.

-RAVI: Marcy?
-(GRUNTING)

I'm here with Liv Moore.

(STUTTERING) She worked at
the hospital with you.

You were a resident there.

Marcy?

LIV: It didn't work.

Well, we have
to keep trying to...

(GRUNTING)

We have to kill it.

Her. She's a person.

She's a time bomb. What
if she'd scratched that
kid who took the photo?

What if someone stumbled
in here and fell in?

What if someone lets her out?

We'll transport her.

To where, the morgue?

The morgue
at the police station?

You are talking
about killing somebody.

What if that were you
down there?

I'd hope someone would put me
out of my misery.

This isn't you!

This is that sicko
in your head!

Do you remember
your Hippocratic oath?

"I will prescribe regimens
for the good of my patients

"according to my ability
and my judgment

"and never do harm to anyone."

You're a doctor. You should...
(STUTTERS)
Where are you going?

I'm looking for a big rock.

Liv, come on.
(STUTTERING)
Just let me do this biopsy.

Come on...

(GRUNTS)

(GROWLS)

(SCREAMS)

RAVI: Liv?

-A little help? (GASPING)
-(GROWLS)

Liv! Liv!

Throw me the pipe!

Liv, it's the brains!
They're making you...

(RAVI SCREAMS)

Liv!

Liv!

(YELLS)

-(GROWLS)
-(GASPS)

(CHOKING)

-(YELPS)
-(GROWLS)

(PANTING)

You're all right.

You're all right.

You're all right.

-You can get your sample now.
-(PANTING)

RAVI: All right.
We'll have to burn it all.

The blood could be
a contaminant.

I almost let you die.

Yeah, but you didn't.

Liv...

I'm fine.

You saved me.

All that sociopath swimming
through your system,

and you still found
your way through.

This brain...

It's not who you are.

(CELL PHONE VIBRATES)

It's Clive.

He needs us both.

Okay, I'm back.
I'm recording this.

I wanna have a record
of your ridiculous allegations

when I sue you for harassment.

Fair enough.

You wanted to get rid
of Wally Walker

so you hired
Marvin Webster to kill him.

And defamation.

CLIVE: Wally's death
made you a fortune.

Marvin likely figured out
how much you were worth,

got greedy,
demanded more money.

So you killed him,
tied up the loose end.

Who is this Marvin Webster
you keep talking about?

The dead man who called you
on two occasions

just before you ran him over
in your newly purchased

1978 Landau.

From a disposable phone
that you don't have.

That's some
weak tea, Detective.

You might be right.

And I'll need things,
like the address

where you and Marvin met.

Stone Trail Dog Park.

The kind of car you were
driving at that meeting.

Silver, luxury, electric.

Might even help if I knew

you were wearing
a blue button-down shirt.

Seems pretty specific.

It is.

But probably the most
helpful bit of information

is the conversation
our witness overheard.

What witness?

The witness who picked
both you and Marvin

out of a photo lineup.

From the witness' statement,

"You gave me a price,
I met it. We're paid up."

(DOOR OPENS)

He's here.

Thank you.

Do something, Harry.

Let's walk out, Don.

Don't you wanna stay and hear
how this story ends, Don?

It was garbage day, remember?

Peyton Charles,
Assistant District Attorney

I'm authorized to offer you
this one-time only plea deal.

Thirty years
for each homicide,

but you'll serve them
concurrently.

Get up and walk out, Don.

One-time only.

With good behavior,
you could still have some
quality years on the outside.

But if you walk out
of this room right now,

I promise you will never
draw another free breath.

The story ends, Don,

with you signing
that confession.

(SIGHS)

I have to say,
this is surprising.

I never knew
orange safety gear
would be so flattering.

I look positively rugged.

You were totally convincing.

You held that
coffee cup with real

blue-collar machismo.

Now, that was thrilling.

I'm almost glad
the sanitation officer

couldn't remember anything.

So, how are you feeling?

Brains are wearing off.

I'm starting to feel
like my old self.

That's good.

I'm not so sure.

LIV: Marvin Webster's brains,

the worst I've ever had.

I've been a zombie for months,

but I never felt
like a monster
until I ate Marvin.

But now that he's almost
out of my system,

I'm desperate for another hit.

Because when Marvin's gone,
my feelings come back.

And after
what happened to Marcy...

After what I did to Marcy,

do I really wanna feel that?

One bite will make it
all just float away.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(GARBAGE DISPOSAL CHURNING)

But I can't let it float away.

Whatever I feel,
won't be a fraction

of what Marcy went through
alone in the dark.

Marcy was real.

She was alive.

She was a person.

Oh. (GASPS)

LIV: And I killed her.

(INDISTINCT TALKING)

That's the thing
about pain, isn't it?

Really feeling it
doesn't make it stop.

It just shows you
you're still alive.

JEROME: Hey, have you guys
seen my friend?

-No.
-No?

Sorry.

(WOMAN LAUGHING)

-Hey, have you...
-No.

Hey, uh, have you guys
seen my friend?

Don't think so.

Hey, uh,
have you seen my friend?

Brother, I just saw him.

-(STUTTERS) Are you serious?
-Yeah.

Where is he?
(STUTTERS) Is he okay?

Whoa, whoa, easy.
(STUTTERS) He's fine.

He's at a house party
a few blocks from here.

-I'll walk you over,
if you like.
-(SIGHS) Yeah.

-Yeah?
-Yeah.

-Is anyone waitin' on ya?
-No, it's just me.

We'll have you
to him in no time.

Thank you.