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[Liv]
Previously oniZombie...

[thuds]

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?
-[exclaims]

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.

[Liv] Isobel's immune.

I wanna go out knowing that
my life had meaning.

Brains of Freylich Syndrome
victims are the cure.

Whoa.

-[all cheering and clapping]
-You may now kiss the bride.

[Liv] Clive...

How would you like
to be a father?

I think Liv just gave
away her cure.

[Peyton] Isn't that just
like her?

[sighs]

[cashier] 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.

-[chuckles]
-I don't sell
Hellfire nothing.

Screw 'em,
know what I mean? Zombies.

[girl] How do you know
I'm not a zombie?

[cashier chuckles]

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

[girl] The night's young.

[both chuckle]

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.

[girl] 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.

[tires screeching]

What's the hurry?

Ain't no place to go.

All of us is stuck
in these 15 square miles.

[door beeping]

Zombie bitch.

[opening theme music playing]

[Liv] 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.

[whale sounds on earphones]

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. [gasps]

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.

[classical music playing
over speakers]

I'm going for a swim.

Don't be here
when I get back.

[scoffs]

Actually,

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

Bring friends.

No fatties.

[Don E] 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.

[laughs] 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.

[sighs]

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?

[sighs] 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.

[Blaine] 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.

[clears throat]

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.

[door closes]

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.
-[music playing]

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.

-[grunts]
-Oh!

[Ravi grunts]

Oh, uh, Thumb-breaker Barnes'
brain.

Mogulball Motors.
Where heroes
find their steeds.

-Are you a baller?
-Be calm.

-[glass crunching]
-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.

[sighs]

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.

[Dale] Clive.

A word?

Something I could
help you with, ma'am?

[sighs]

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.

[cashier] 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.

[scoffs]

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.

[inhaling deeply]

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.

[Liv] 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...

[mouse clicking]

[Liv] 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?

[sighs] 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?

[beeping]

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. [chuckles]

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.

[chuckles]

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.

[Peyton] 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...
-[man] Someone order a sub?

In here.

...and it is my job.

[man chuckles in awe]
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.

-[computer chiming]
-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!

[chair clattering]

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.

[Ravi] 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.
-[grunting]

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.

[Liv] Thank you.

Bye, now.

Okay. [sighs]

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.

[sighs] 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?

[Peyton] 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.

[snarling]

[clears throat]
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.

[chuckles] 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?

[laughs unhappily]

[exhales]

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?
-[computer chiming]

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.
-[groans]

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

[sighs]

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.
[chuckles]

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.

-[sniffs]
-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.

[chuckles] 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.

[sighs]

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.

[scoffs]

People wouldn't hurt children.

[grunts]

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.

-[panting]
-[Liv clears throat]

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.
-[girl] 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.

[engine starting]

Hop in.

[sighs]

[Dolly]
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.

[Justin] Got a call
from our friend
in Tacoma.

[Major] 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.

[Jordan] 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.

[soldier] 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.

[coughs]

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.

[mutters] Seattle.

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

No problem, Detective.

[sighs]

[engine starting]

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.

[tires screeching]

What the hell?

Oh, God, no.

[all shouting]

[Jordan] Stop.

[explosion]

[soldiers screaming]

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.

[softly] 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--

[officer] Okay,
we're on our way.

All right, let's go!

[indistinct chatter]

Harris, Harris,
what's happening?

Explosion at
a Fillmore-Graves checkpoint,

multiple fatalities.

Liv, our service
has gone quiet.

[grunting]

[breathing heavily]

Never gets old.

[Blaine] Gentlemen!

Welcome to New Seattle.

Sorry for the rough ride.

Such is life
under an embargo.

[snaps fingers]

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.

[muffled chatter]

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."

[Blaine] 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.

[Don E] Do that guy.

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

[Don E] Yeah.
[Blaine] 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--

[Agent Fife] 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.

[computer chiming]

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?

[Collier]
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.

[chuckles]

[Major] Have we found the VIN
on that vehicle?

-We're still sifting
through the wreckage.
-[door closes]

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.

[indistinct chatter
on police radio]

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.

[officer] I'm guessing
you don't have IDs.

[sighs]

I'm going off memory.

Mr. Cahill's
Locate My Device app

got a ping from
right around here.

[Liv] How many bodies
have we pulled out
of these woods?

[Clive]
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.

[sighs] Yeah, that was rough.

[man sobbing]

I found her phone.

In her jacket.

She's gone.

Lisa's gone.

[closing theme music playing]