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Previously on iZombie...

Where is the commander?

Major is the new commander
at Fillmore-Graves.

I'm sure you two have heard that we will
no longer be receiving brain shipments

from our friends in the United States.

You now possess the most valuable
asset in all of New Seattle.

We do?

You know how to smuggle
brains into the city.

Smuggle all the humans in you want.

Your enemy won't be Fillmore-Graves.

It's the US Army that will
be standing in your way.

Isobel's immune.

I wanna go out knowing that
my life had meaning.

Brains of Freylich Syndrome
victims are the cure.

Whoa.

You may now kiss the bride.

Clive...

How would you like to be a father?

I think Liv just gave away her cure.

Isn't that just like her?

_

You like root beer?

Not really.

'Cause I think we got some root beer.

Got some Hellfire Cheesy
Puffs behind the counter.

Interested?

No, thanks. Just... Just this.

It was a trick question anyway.

I don't sell Hellfire nothing.

Screw 'em, know what I mean? Zombies.

How do you know I'm not a zombie?

'Cause you ain't sucking my brain out
of its skull like I'm a damn oyster.

The night's young.

You almost had me there,
"The night's young."

I was almost buying it.

But zombies don't come in here.

They know what's good for 'em.

What makes you say that?

Fillmore-Graves makes
us stock self-tanning lotion,

and we ain't sold one of 'em.

Zombies know they ain't welcome here.

This here homie don't play.

Time's nearly up for zombies.

That I can tell you.

We ain't gonna keep letting
ourselves be hostages.

That's for damn sure.

What's the hurry?

Ain't no place to go.

All of us is stuck
in these 15 square miles.

Zombie bitch.

_

Sad.

The last portion of brains in the
morgue, if not all of Seattle.

Thumb-breaker Barnes.

I spent five days with you in my
head, and now that you're gone,

I'd rather you stay gone.

You were an unpleasant man
with an unpleasant job.

You dangled an old lady off her
balcony because she, what,

disrespected you?

Ever heard of anger management?

Maybe you should've tried
soothing whale sounds.

But I'm spoiled.

I rarely have to choke down brain tubes
like every other zombie in the city.

Wine.

Liv! Liv, it's happening.

I should've known last night

when I was more interested in eating
the pizza guy than the pizza itself.

My monthlies.

Thank you, Grace. For being this kind,
I'll be forever your humble servant.

That was mine.

I take it all back.

Whoever this was, delicious.

It was Thumb-breaker Barnes.

Oh...

Hmm.

Who looks good?

Oh, yeah.

I'm going for a swim.

Don't be here when I get back.

Actually,

marathoner brain. Come
back tonight, say 10:00?

Bring friends.

No fatties.

Get this through your head.

Blaine is King Kong

and the rest of us are
merely Skull Island natives.

Don't ask why.

Just go tell the girls that
Twofer Tuesdays is a real thing

decreed by the mighty Kong.

Remember, Don E,

'twas Beauty killed the Beast.

Yeah, well, there are worse ways to go.

- Everything okay?
- Actually...

Actually, things are better than okay.

They're the hunky-doriest.
Candy was just leaving.

We got problems.

So we're more like hunky-dory adjacent?

It's a train wreck, that video, man.

That video is killing us.

What video?

Where have you been the past 48 hours?

Um...

Did you talk to those lawyers
I texted you about?

Were they from the firm
of Young & Willing?

Come here. We got company.

What video, Don E?

Convenience store surveillance cam

caught a couple of zombies
ripping apart some lady

who had the bad sense
to bump into their hooptie.

And what's that got to do with us?

Turns out, humans don't like
seeing men of a certain

"complexion" chowing down
on nice human ladies.

Who knew?

So humans are gathering their
pitchforks and their torches?

You know how they get.

It's six humans in particular
who should concern us.

It's the six Border Patrol agents

who we pay to look the other way

when we're smuggling brains
through the south channel.

I guess they used to think that
zombies were essentially decent.

Some are.

Well, now that they've seen
one of their own womenfolk

put through debraining process,

we can't pay them enough to ignore it.

So who's here?

Think of all the people in the
world you'd enjoy seeing.

It's none of them.

They're petitioning me to let
two humans out of the city

- for a dance contest?
- Mm-hmm.

Dance of a lifetime.

No, I'm not letting
humans out to dance.

Producers say they'll give us
a one-minute commercial spot

in each episode.

To advertise what?

Our tourism's way down.

Commander!

Welcome. Welcome.

Blaine.

It's been too long, old friend.

I really do hope this is a social call.

Sadly, no.

I got a call from the brain plant this
morning with some disturbing news.

They told you, then.

That we live in a quarantined city

teetering between self-destruction
and annihilation?

We delivered 1,200 fewer
brains this week.

Yeah.

Annihilation may come sooner
than any of us would like

if that trend line continues.

You're responsible for brains
making it to the city.

It's how you live like a king.

It's why people are willing to
pretend that you're Jack Sparrow

and not Jack the Ripper.

Sounds like you got a PR problem.

You should arrest a couple of zombies,

say they did it, smash their heads.

Humans sleep easy at night knowing
we live in a just society

and Border Patrol agents
remember they like money.

Bing, bang, Bing, bong.

All our problems are solved.

We don't smash heads anymore.

Oh, yeah.

How's that hopey-changey
thing working out for you?

Stay in your lane, Blaine.

Make a new plan, man.

Hop on the bus...

Commander, you might not
like the way I problem-solve.

I'm not known for my light touch.

You got a good thing going.

I suggest you do nothing
to screw it up.

That's always my first choice.

Then I'll leave you to it.

I don't know why they expect you
to come riding to the rescue.

- Well, I'll tell you, Don E.
- Please don't.

People ask me how I've done it.

Turned my life around.

Outlaw.

Hero.

Well, aren't those just two
sides of the same coin?

They have at least one thing in common.

The need for a trusty steed.

Skip it before I puke.

Can't. They make you
watch a commercial first.

Oh!

Oh, uh, Thumb-breaker Barnes' brain.

Mogulball Motors. Where
heroes find their steeds.

- Are you a baller?
- Be calm.

Carry on.

Here's what we came to see.

- I've seen it.
- Well, watch it again.

We need all hands on deck on this one.

This murder could bring down the city.

This is coming straight from...

Speak of the devil.

Good, you're watching it.

Your hair.

Where is it?

By now, I assume it's been swept up

and is in a dumpster behind the salon.

I love it.

We didn't discuss that, now,

did we?

Uh, Peyton, Thumb-breaker
Barnes' brain.

Well, won't this be fun.

Yeah.

_

Consider this group a task force.

We need to find out who
murdered this poor woman.

We should probably also figure
out who this poor woman is.

It's a powder keg out there as
I'm sure you've all noticed.

People need to see
that we can solve this

and bring these two zombies to justice.

Or there are some humans out there,
not just our Dead Ender friends

who might decide it's game on.

Clive, you and Liv get out to the
gas station where it happened,

see what you can find.

Cavanaugh and I will work
the low-rider angle.

Let's get to work.

Oh, Ravi. A word?

Yeah.

Clive.

A word?

Something I could help you with, ma'am?

Yeah.

There is, Detective.

- While you're out there fighting crime...
- Yes?

Can you find me some chocolate?

Honey, that is no
easy mission, not in this...

Some salted caramel dark chocolate.

Slim pickings, huh?

You don't have any salted
caramel dark chocolate, do ya?

With or without almonds?

Oh, sorry. No, man. No fancy chocolate.

Fresh out of jet packs
and submarines too.

Clive Babineaux, Seattle PD.

You mind showing me
the original footage

of the murder your cameras captured?

Oh, yeah, of course. Just back there.

Thank you.

It's point and click.
Just pick your date and time.

It's pretty self-explanatory.

Clive.

There is blood all over the pavement.

We got samples.

You. Get out of here.

- Go on now.
- Oi!

That animated meat
is gonna get us all killed.

Now aren't you a lucky little man, hmm?

Lucky,

'cause you're face-to-face with me

instead of her.

I should've given you a go
at Renegade with that stick.

Ravi.

I'm okay.

You made your point.
Come on, I found something.

All right.

The surveillance video cuts in later,

but if we rewind a couple of seconds...

The victim is on her phone.

So we check the nearest
cell phone tower,

see who was pinging it at 12:38,

see who we can't track down.

And that's our victim.

Yeah.

I should ask Hobbs to do this.

Hobbs likes telling people no.

Well, you brought this on yourself.

Chase Graves didn't let
people leave the city.

Ah, but Chase Graves had no
interest in being popular,

whereas being popular
is what I live for.

Commander?

Jordan. Come in.

Thought you might wanna see this.

- What is it?
- Deck of cards.

We raided Warmbloods,
that human bar on Third?

I know the one.

People were playing poker with these.

Ah.

Well, if they're playing cards,
they're not making IEDs.

Hey, you're the ace of spades.

The Saddam spot.

Yuck it up, Uday.

What are these?

Applications to leave Seattle.

Oh, what about this lady?

Cynthia Rybnicki.

Says here she was visiting
Seattle when the wall went up.

Her husband and kid are in Chicago.

Does she require medical assistance

only available outside of Seattle?

No.

That's why it's in the reject pile.

Man.

Your job sucks.

Now you're just feeding his self-pity.

No, seriously. I can't
think of anything worse.

Father of four in Cincinnati,
early-onset Alzheimer's.

Or this lady who suffers
from cluster headaches.

And if Renegade doesn't get her
to Seattle to be a zombie,

she is moving to Oregon
to go out on her own terms.

Liv.

Are you okay?

We gotta go get this kid.

Astrocytomas. Inoperable.

If it was just a brain tumor,
well, whatever.

But I'm in my fourth foster home.

And each one gets worse.

Phil...

is a pervert,

and Sandy is an enabler.

I'm gonna stab him
if he ever touches me again.

I can make it to Sacramento,
someone can meet me there.

Well, what are you waiting for?

_

Hey, Baron.

This credit card
has about $200 left on it.

Don't go crazy.

You got any papers for me?

Papers?

Travel docs. For the
kid I'm bringing in.

You know the ones that keep us
from getting lined up and shot?

Whatever.

She's here.

Renegade.

You're looking fine.

Baron, you are looking the part.

You gonna brief me or what?

In three, two, one.

Good morning and welcome to Frost Bites.
I'm your host, Johnny Frost.

Joining me this morning to
discuss the state of affairs

in the city with balls behind the walls

is Peyton Charles,

Seattle's de facto mayor.

I'm not the mayor.

Acting mayor.

Closer. I'm the chief of staff

to former Mayor Floyd Baracus.

May he rest in peace. In any case,

you look ravishing as usual.

Ooh, careful, mate.

Also with us is Seattle's
numero Uno chick

and local business owner Dolly Durkins.

Today, we'll be discussing how to
improve human-zombie relations.

There's no such thing as
"improving human-zombie relations"

any more than you can improve
human-T-bone steak relations.

Or Bugs Bunny-carrot relations.

The clock... The clock is ticking.

Lovely.

_

Dr. Grassly raved about you.

Said we'd be lucky to
have you on the team.

Yeah, Jerry's a good dude.

"Dr. Collier is a real-life
Good Will Hunting," he said.

Said you weren't even enrolled in
his class, you just showed up.

I was enrolled
at Johns Hopkins, though.

It wasn't like I was
polishing the floors.

Jerry said you turned in work
way beyond the capabilities

of all those privileged kids.

I'm from Chappaqua.

My parents are both doctors.

- Hmm.
- Tell me about Dr. Chakrabarti.

I heard that when he worked here,
years before Seattle happened,

he wrote a paper about the
potential for a zombie outbreak.

- He did indeed.
- How was it received?

We fired him.

Oh.

But to Dr. Chakrabarti's credit,

he has been nothing but gracious
in the wake of the outbreak.

He's sending us all of his research,
we're sending him everything we get.

You'll be working closer to
him than anyone on our team.

That's why I wanted this job.

I'm a fan.

You're suggesting that
Seattle's half a million humans

preemptively slaughter
the city's zombies,

which we outnumber 50 to one?

Stop, they're already dead.

I wouldn't send my kids to school
with vampires and werewolves either.

- You can call that bigotry...
- Someone order a sub?

In here.

I am a business owner and it is my job.

Whoa.

Morgue.

This is where you keep
all the murdered people, huh?

By definition, innit?

Just put it there.

Order for... "Shark Body"?

"Chakrabarti."

Yes, "Shark... Body." Strange name.

Is that a nickname?

- You got a dorsal fin or...
- Oi, mate.

I'm watching.

You got a call there.

There he is, the man
who did more with...

Who's that then?

Dr. Chakrabarti, meet
your new liaison, Dr. Collier.

I'll let you two talk shop.

Dr. Collier has already
gone over your research,

and I know she's got questions.

Dr. Chakrabarti, it is an honor...

Oi, mate! Meatball!

My sub was a meatball, you nonce!

What's this mess of veggies?

Oi!

Dr. De Beardo.

Where's your better half?

Not now, Blaine.

I've had a bit of a late one,
feeling a bit ropy.

The man asked you a question.

Mmm.

And I...

- Ignored it.
- Oh.

Blaine.

You wanna call off your lady friend?

I'm not gonna buy you a new
one if this one gets broken.

And what's this?

Is she crying?

What's the matter?

Somebody must've minced that bucket
of fish guts you call a face

creating scarring
near the drainage system

thereby disrupting the normal
flow of tears through your ducts.

Or...

is you just a Muppet?

First one.

Maybe she's upstairs.

Could be.

Crybaby.

Let's go.

That's right, go on.

Right.

Maybe I caught you at a bad time.

They're having a laugh.

Okay. So, I spotted something
in your research that...

If you believe when
push comes to shove,

that it won't be us versus them,
then you've been seduced by zombies.

If anyone is doing any
seducing, it's Miss Charles.

I love this new cut on you.

Right!

- Your...
- Enough.

Uh, Dr. Chakrabarti?

This is Liv Moore from the
Seattle Police Department.

- That matches what I got.
- Please give me call...

Thank you so much for your time.

Thank you.

Bye, now.

Okay.

Only 19 left on my list.

I'm down to 15.

Seventy-two people

were pinging the cell phone
tower at 12:38 that night.

One of these people must be our victim.

Mr. DeBeers.

To what do we owe the emotions
we are currently experiencing?

Good karma.

- Lady Luck.
- What do you want, Blaine?

I'm so glad you asked...

Renegade.

Look, I wanna keep my hands clean.

It's taken me so long
to get them this way.

If you don't hurry up and
catch whoever is responsible

for pulverizing the sweet lady
on the gas station video,

I'm afraid they might get dirty again.

Nobody wants that.

Not you.

Not me.

Not my corporate sponsors.

So... You see this?

This is ten grand.

To me this is nothing.

If I take a nap and wake up,
another one appears

but you two,

on your meager civil servant wages,

this must be, like, a lot.

Right?

I'm sorry, are you offering us a bribe?

"A bribe"?

What? Can't a citizen offer a reward

for the capture
of a couple of no-goodniks?

Huh?

You have 48 hours.

Then it's Blaine time.

Who had six months in the "Blaine
begins to speak in third person" pool?

Zombies are going hungry
because of this video

and that makes me sad.

And I'm delivering fewer brains to
Major, which makes me less wealthy.

- And that makes me sadder.
- Go.

Forty-eight hours.

Blaine.

You forgot this.

Whoops.

Sorry, I leave these everywhere.

Where is my head?

Reforms instituted
by Commander Lillywhite.

No separate justice system for zombies.

No curfew.

A system of review that allows humans

in life-or-death situations
to leave the city.

Plus he's done away
with the guillotine.

Bring the guillotine back.

Let the zombies know that there are
consequences for breaking the law.

Need I remind you
about that innocent woman

that was dragged into the back of
a car by zombies and torn apart?

We all saw that! Okay?

- Get that finger out of my face.
- Ladies...

Ladies, I'm sorry,
but that's all the time we...

We have.

Don't look now,

there's something in your
pantry that could kill you.

We'll tell you what it is
right after this break.

_

Red kicks.

There you are.

How you feelin', kid?

Crappy.

Well, that's why I'm here.

Everything we told you to bring
is in that backpack, yeah?

- Yeah.
- Good.

'Cause we're gonna need it when
we cross the Washington border.

Whoa, there's lots of
benches around here, folks,

move along.

They're coming with us.

Like hell they are.

We're gonna make it to
Seattle with or without you.

Oh, you most definitely are not
going to make it without me.

Well, I guess you got
a decision to make.

There are some things worse than dying.

Going back to our foster home?

It's one of them.

You don't know what it's like.

I know what foster homes are like, man.

Trust me.

No.

I... I've only got one ID, for you.

If we get stopped in
Washington, we're screwed.

We're screwed if we stay here.

Are we gonna talk or are we
gonna put some miles behind us?

I'm gonna regret this. I know it.

Geezer had his hands all
over you, though, didn't he?

Yeah? Your legs, your hair. He
was trying to get you preggers

right in front of all of Seattle.

Hello?

Dr. Chakrabarti.

Hope I haven't
caught you at a bad time.

Again.

I came across something
I wanted to share with you.

Yeah, fair enough.

Uh, okay.

You seemed a bit
out of sorts yesterday.

I hope that I didn't do
anything to offend you or...

What are you chattin' about?

I have a theory.

Are you mullered?
It's day one, love. Chillax.

The cured brain you
sent us research on,

the, um, white girl?

The antigens and the cure she took

created glycoproteins
that essentially awaken

dormant cells in her brain.

I believe if we could
generate those glycoproteins,

they could lead
to a mass-producible cure.

So I started thinking,

is there anywhere
that they naturally occur?

Freylich Syndrome.

It's rare. There are only 304
cases in the United States.

Most victims die in their teens.

But the condition causes an increase
in protein production in the brain

leading, ultimately, to death.

I know.

Awful, but I believe
their postmortem brains

would be full of the exact
glycoprotein that you found...

Drop it, yeah?

I'd move off that one if I was you.

Let me finish.

If this were true...

Soz, mate. Won't work.
Tried it, all right?

Maybe you'd care to tell me what
happened when you tried it, then?

Oh, you're doing me head in, now, girl.

I know I'm on to something.

I'm gonna prove it.

I'll tell my boss to have someone else

liaison with you from now on.

So, uh, "bugger off," Doctor.
All right?

Please, don't, don't.

Excuse me?

Did I stutter?

Wait. Wait, wait, wait.

You're... You're right
about Freylich's.

You can derive a cure

from the brain of a late-stage
sufferer of the disease. I know.

Because I have.

Then there's a cure.

Yeah, it's wonderful.

One dead kid, one cured zombie.

- It's better than nothing.
- No.

No, it's not.

You get on our conference call tomorrow

and tell your boss that Freylich
brains equals zombie cures,

and suddenly, these
poor kids will be hunted.

Their brains will be worth millions.

They'll have to go into hiding.

People wouldn't hurt children.

Says little Miss Naive.

I already promised my boss that
I was on to something big.

But you've given me
a lot to think about.

Yeah?

Thinkin' about how you're gonna spend

all them millions
you make on zombie cures.

I feel like I just watched the
Gollum-Smeagol scene from Two Towers.

What was that?

Oh, nothing.

I may have just sentenced
300 kids to death.

- Here you go, hon.
- Thank you.

Hey, there, honey.
What can I do for you?

Just give me chips,

triple batter,

and a tab.

That's a pretty specific request.

You sure that's how you wanna go?

Yeah.

We'll get you when it's ready.

This one may take a while.

Your order's ready. Follow me.

Hop in.

Did you make a video?

Yeah.

And a will?

It's on there.

You're a hero, you know that.

They got my Jimmy and Sarah.

Oh, Jimmy and Sarah
deserve justice, so...

You show 'em what one
good human can do.

God bless.

_

Got a call from our friend in Tacoma.

Yeah?

He says five of the six border
agents who worked the South Bay?

Gone off the grid.

Snatched up as if by alien abduction.

Blaine.

Major.

- Major.
- Commander.

Commander, you need to see this.

See what?

There's a brain line
couple of blocks that way.

Couple of humans are taking
pictures of everyone in line,

saying they're gonna post 'em
online and out 'em as zombies.

I'm not saying we shoot 'em,

but I bet if we smack 'em around a bit,
we can get 'em to give up photography.

Technically, they're
not breaking any laws.

- Our new mandates don't allow...
- Let's take a look.

Excuse me, Detective Babineaux?

- That's me.
- I had this note on my door asking

my girlfriend, Lisa Gertz,
to give you a call.

Ah.

When's the last time
you saw Lisa, Mr...

Cahill, Bix Cahill.

- It's been a few days.
- Is that strange?

We live together, but she's at a
work retreat this week, so...

Have you seen the video of the
woman being dragged into the car

of a couple of zombies?

We haven't been able
to identify the victim.

You think maybe it's Lisa.

Whoa, whoa, it's
probably not, we just...

Mr. Cahill, there are still
several women it could be.

Can I get you something? A water?

A coffee?

Decaf?

- Coffee sounds great.
- Um...

French roast, hazelnut?

Oh, I was kind of hoping for a latte.

Seattle.

Harris, can you run down the street
and grab us a decaf latte, please?

No problem, Detective.

Photographers must have seen us coming.

They sure high-tailed it out of there.

They're gonna keep coming back if
we don't do something about it.

What the hell?

Oh, God, no.

Stop.

Let us call you a taxi.

We'll call as soon as we know anything.

Yeah, okay.

Locate My Device! We can use the Locate
My Device app to find each other.

Please. Please, please, please.

Hardy Park?

All right, Mr. Cahill, my partner
and I will take it from here.

As soon as we know something, we'll...

Okay, we're on our way.

All right, let's go!

Harris, Harris, what's happening?

Explosion at
a Fillmore-Graves checkpoint,

multiple fatalities.

Liv, our service has gone quiet.

Never gets old.

Gentlemen!

Welcome to New Seattle.

Sorry for the rough ride.

Such is life under an embargo.

We had a deal.

Didn't we?

I fill your bank accounts,

and you let my brain shipments
past your border checkpoint.

I held up my end.

But, fellas...

And lady.

You quit holdin' up yours.

That was before we saw zombies
eat that poor woman alive.

Ah, yeah.

The video.

Presents a real, uh...

What did you say it presents again?

- An ethical dilemma.
- Moral quandary.

Right.

You said zombies
were like everyone else.

That they weren't monsters.

Agent William Fife, you
didn't read the fine print.

Don E, what does it say
under that six-point text?

"Unless they get hungry."

Right.

Yeah.

When we're hungry,

we can be real scamps.

You gotta read that fine print.

If you keep preventing my brains
from coming through the checkpoint,

there's gonna be so many
more hungry zombies.

You'd be surprised how much personal
information is available online.

Most people don't know how to find it,

but if you got a PhD in
Information Science, you can.

And I managed to get my doctorate
over breakfast this morning.

Man, this lady floating around in my
brain had a mind like a steel trap.

I remember every detail I've
read about the five of you.

Do that guy.

- I don't like his attitude.
- Little guy?

- Yeah.
- Okay.

Agent Ross.

Your Grandma Christine raised
you after your parents died

in a car crash outside of
Missoula, Montana, in '92.

Grandma Chris is an avid golfer

and a member of the Spokane
golf and country club.

Can still be found there

every Thursday at 8:00 a.m.
for her weekly tee time.

I mean that's where I'd find her,

were I to go looking.

Agent Clark.

So sorry you had to miss
your son's soccer game today.

He's got another one next week,

Blackburn Park, 4:30, field seven.

That was a touching obituary you
wrote for your dog Freckles

when you were ten, Agent Stevens.

It was heartbreaking, really.

That's a word I don't use lightly.

In fact, it's, uh...

It's a word I don't use at all.

I do hope Tacoma kennels are looking
after your chocolate lab Mugsy

so that you don't have to
write another tearjerker...

Okay, we get it.

So if we don't start letting your
shipments through again, what,

you're gonna turn our dogs
and families into zombies?

No.

Silly Billy Willy Fife.

I'm gonna turn you

into zombies.

And I'm going to kill your loved ones,

be they young, old, human or canine.

Or...

You could go back to honoring
our arrangement, yeah?

Yeah? Great.

Threaten me all you want, whitey.

I don't work for zombies anymore.

_

Everyone's on time for once.

I believe you all have had a
chance to meet Dr. Collier.

I'm excited to get this show
on the road this morning,

as Dr. Collier intimated to me that she
had something big to share with us.

_

Shouldn't we let Dr. Collier
get her feet wet first,

really get a lay of the land?

Don't let her humble
origins fool you, Ravi.

This one's a hard worker.

Go ahead, Dr. Collier.

Walk us through your findings.
What was this big discovery?

Freylich Syndrome.

I believe their postmortem brains would
be full of the exact glycoprotein

you found in white girl's.

If this were true, we
could extract a serum...

A cure.

But I miscalculated.

We would need hundreds of
thousands of pounds of brains.

It's impractical.

It can't work.

Sorry, everyone, false alarm.

From now on, Dr. Collier, baby steps?

I suggest you lean on Dr. White and Dr.
Rich as you're starting out.

_

Professor Mann is also a good resource.

_

Have we found the VIN on that vehicle?

We're still sifting
through the wreckage.

Just heard. Four border agents
in Tacoma back on the job,

the brain plant's back at capacity.

There were five border agents.

You did what you had to do.

ID?

Should I print a wallet size for you?

Where are you headed?

Yakima.

What's in Yakima?

Um, it's the hops capital of America.

Birthplace of Cooper Kupp.

Split end for the Rams?

You like football?

I meant what takes you to Yakima?

Oh. Uh, my grandma lives there.

I'm guessing you don't have IDs.

I'm going off memory.

Mr. Cahill's Locate My Device app

got a ping from right around here.

How many bodies have we
pulled out of these woods?

I can remember three.

This is a spot where lazy murderers
who don't wanna fight traffic

dispose of their victims.

I don't wanna see another
dead body today, Clive.

Those poor soldiers.

Yeah, that was rough.

I found her phone.

And her jacket.

She's gone.

Lisa's dead.

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