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Their sister was in my squad.

- She was killed by a sniper.
- Leave them with me.

This place has sort of become
an accidental orphanage.

They want to provoke violence.

Shots fired at Warmbloods.

I didn't shoot anyone
who didn't deserve it.

When my soldiers break
the law, they pay a price.

You want some money
for a PR campaign.

We all agree that improving the
national perception of zombies

is critical to the safety
of Seattle.

Jimmy and his
comedy troupe do a...

Portfolio of sketches.

About a human couple living
next door to a zombie couple.

And there's laughs,
there's heart.

Do you have a name for it?

Wait for it.

Hi, Zombie.

Oh, I didn't hear you come in.

I've got to say,
I expected more.

What?
It's a tech office.

They do that driving app?
Path-Seeker?

And Shopulent.
But it's more than that.

Piercy was a genius.

Big thinker. Futurist.
Fascinating guy.

I just expected more from
his headquarters, frankly.

A dome, at least,
or holograms.

So, you found
the body, Miss Shaw?

This morning, when I brought
down his briefing file.

And you say you were
Mr. Piercy's.

"Principle Life Enabler"?

I'm unsure what that...

We reject traditional
job titles here.

It's a tech thing.

But in traditional terms
you'd be...

"Personal assistant."

And, please, call me Nora.

This place
has a second story?

No.

You see, the financial success
of Path-Seeker and Shopulent

freed Cornell to focus on the challenges
he felt most pressing to humanity.

Recently, Cornell's time
and mental energy

was largely taken up
by Project Z.

"Project Z"?

For "Ziusudra."

Builder of the ark in the Sumerian
precursor to the biblical flood myth.

But mostly we just
call it "the bunker."

Cornell calculated that some sort of
apocalypse event was near imminent.

So the goal was to provide
a secure habitat

for a repopulation-capable
group for 20 years.

This is more
what you expected?

This is more what I expected.

And this

was what I was expecting.

This isn't what I was expecting.
What's this?

Oh. This was his list of who
he intended to invite inside.

Peyton Charles,
why is she on it?

I don't know. But I'm sure
Mr. Piercy had his reasons.

Just so you know,
I have an alibi.

I'm not mad. In an apocalypse,
it'd give me solace

knowing you're safe
in Cornell's bunker.

While I battle
motorcycle cannibals.

I've never even met the guy.

- Okay?

Hi. Sorry. I'm so sorry I'm late.
Uh, you ready?

Yeah. Apology accepted.
We're definitely ready.

We have some scenes for you. Still
a work in progress obviously.

So please be kind.
But, the premise,

a zombie couple struggles to deal
with their new human neighbors.

Without any further ado,
we'd like to present to you,

Hi, Zombie.

Wait, wait, just, uh,
set the scene for you here.

Okay. So, interior kitchen...

You can just start.

Okay. So...

Go.

Thanks for inviting us over.

And for loaning Jeff
the pliers.

Of course.

We've wanted to have you guys
for dinner since you moved in.

See, Molly?
They're gonna eat us.

...Enter Ed. I'm Ed.

Hey, guys. Hey, Jeff, did
you see the end of the game?

Yeah. We lost in overtime.

Lost in overtime?

Okay, so at this point, Ed's eyes go
fully red and he smashes the microwave.

Microwave. Smash.

- Okay, I'm going to stop you right here.
- Why?

So, what we want
is a show that illustrates

how, despite
all the misunderstanding,

humans and zombies have more
in common than we think.

Yeah, all right, so...

So, what we don't want to do
is portray zombies

as indestructible raging
monsters who eat people.

Maybe lose the microwave
and that stuff?

Yeah, in comedy, you have to challenge
yourself and the audience's perception...

Good. But just see what you
can, uh, you can do with it.

I gotta run actually.

No, no, no. Let me explain.

See, in comedy, you have to...

I, uh, I think I get the note.

How about I talk to Jimmy

and you go ahead?

Okay. Good first effort.

I gotta run.

So, how did Jimmy
take the notes?

Got a bit testy
but, I talked to him after,

you know... Comedy
person to comedy person.

We have cause of death yet?

Ingestion of muscarine.

An organic toxin found in deadly
fiber cap and ivory funnel mushrooms.

Delivered via
some kind of pills he took.

Well, that explains the pill
case found at the scene.

With very little else besides a few
hair fibers and a dried-up contact lens.

Blue tinted.

Kind of blue already.

Rich people.

Come on, bring it up. We're due
to see the new PiercyCorp CEO.

Right.
I will take it on the go.

You know, for a genius' brain,
I thought it'd have a bit more

pizzazz.

Mmm.

Oh, come on! How many brains
have you seen me eat?

It's just that
Kombucha stuff. Ugh.

So, how's the brain?

Nothing specific so far.

You'll let me know if you get
an urge to disrupt anything or...

Which begs the question.

Can the mind truly
comprehend itself?

Oh, man.
So it's going to be like this.

Sorry to keep you waiting.
Melissa Shultz. Acting CEO.

As you can imagine, things
have been a bit chaotic here.

So, to make the most
efficient use of our time,

I have compiled
all relevant information

about Mr. Piercy
and the company here.

And in case I am a suspect,
alibi details,

outlines of my business
history with Cornell

and details
of our romantic relationship.

You two
were in a relationship?

Since we founded
the company.

We separated last year.
It's in there.

- Mmm.
- And who broke up with whom?

A mutual decision.

I was infected in the
great Aleutian Flu scare.

You're a zombie?

Yes. But we remained
close friends.

And as you can see,

profits from our work together
were spilt equitably

and I bear him
no grudges personally.

So, I don't see what motive
I could have to murder him.

Do you have
any additional questions?

Were you at all
involved in his...

Ideas.

Liv, uh, what?

Are ideas
intangible things? No.

They exist in the world.
They have value.

Liv, does this relate...

You might say that you and
Cornell had equitable dealings

but it was Cornell

who was credited
for your shared ideas.

Is that not
a suitable motive for murder?

Oh. No.

I loathe attention and publicity.
I wanted it that way.

I see. Continue.

Melissa, were you at all involved
in Cornell's bunker project?

My day-to-day
was current business.

I was aware but uninvolved since,
as a zombie, I was not on his list.

Uh, one thing
I don't see here is...

Was he on any medications
or vitamins?

Cornell was on a daily regimen
of nootropic supplements

and he took a microdose of hallucinogenic
mushrooms for mental clarity.

- And this was common knowledge?
- Yes.

So,

is there anything else?

No.

So, as Cornell's
neurochem consultant,

I dropped off
a customized regimen

with his life enabler, Nora. Every
Monday morning, and that's it.

And...
I'm sure you'll agree

poisoning my best client
would be nonsensical.

I'd be more likely to take
your word for it, Dalton,

if your file
were a bit lighter.

A series of misunderstandings in
a past life. Charges dropped and...

And now you're
in "nootropics"?

"Smart drugs," if you will.

Cutting-edge pharmacology
for brain enhancement,

increased energy
and executive function.

The bio-engineered mind, the
next step in human evolution.

You know, I'm surprised you guys don't
do it. I bet you the criminals do.

So, like, ginkgo biloba,
taurine...

Horse and buggy stuff.

I'm all about L-Theanine,
Alpha GPC, vincepotine,

specialized stacks tailored
for individual clients

and their unique
brain chemistry.

And he was mushroom
microdosing?

Highly effective.

Mental clarity, focus,
conceptual openness.

I can get you some literature
if you'd like.

Perhaps a starter pack.
Take it for a spin.

Intriguing. What's your
trial data set like?

The relevant question is,

with Piercy, any chance maybe
you picked a bad mushroom?

None. No, I grow my own spores
in highly controlled conditions.

The feedback data's
all in here.

Were you aware of something
called "Project Z"?

What, the bunker thing?

Wild, huh?
The guy was a visionary.

You know, he kept a list
of who he intended to let in.

- Was I on it?
- No.

Ah, well, guess we'll be Mad Max-ing
it out here together then, huh?

Wonderful. We'll be in touch.

What? The criminals have them.
It only makes logical sense.

So you're firing me
because I'm gay?

Oh, God, no.

My daughter's gay. But, uh,

this, in front of
the brain dispensary,

and, uh, this,
in front of the tanning salon.

Parents saw this
and complained.

Frankly, I can't blame them. Wanting their
kids to be taught by someone who's...

Well, alive.

Smile, zombie.

How about that?
There's paparazzi outside.

We've finally arrived.

That's not paparazzi. It's those
Dead Enders guys. It's creepy, man.

Fillmore Graves says we should call them.
They'll come deal with it.

And kill the vibe that I need,

just when Bluster Magazine
profiler's due tonight?

By the way,

you've been keeping
an eye out for this Al?

Al Bronson? No.
What's he look like?

I don't know.
What do writers look like?

Styleless, underpaid,
insecure?

I know, we need to cull
the riffraff at the bar.

Never get a second chance
to make a first impression.

I mean, look at Bukowski here.

Hey! You heard the man.
Out you go.

You too, big boy. Nothing personal.
Just aesthetics.

Jerk.

But you,

you can stay.

I don't believe we've met. I'm Blaine.
Welcome to my place.

It's nice to meet you, Blaine.
Al Branson, Bluster Magazine.

Huh.

You are not, uh,
what I was expecting in an Al.

Short for "Alice."

Don't let the looks
of youth and glow fool you.

I profiled everyone
in the area.

I've done Gates, Ty Griss,
beloved CEO of You-Freight-EZ.

Chris Pratt
before the wall went up.

And I was doing Floyd Baracus,
world's first zombie mayor

before he bit the big one.

Yeah. Well, then,

- I look forward to...
- You doing me?

Yeah, I've heard it.
Shall we proceed?

It's him, he's alive.

Major?

Hey.

Hey. I was just checking
on Jalen and Michael.

But, did you hear their favorite
teacher got outed as a zombie and fired?

- Mr. Moss?
- It's the Dead Enders.

They've got this website
where they post photos

they take outside
zombie clubs,

brain dispensaries,
tanning salons.

I'm gonna visit their principal
tomorrow, get the school fixed.

And what is "school"?

Merely an indoctrination into a
system of acceptable thoughts.

Hmm. Liv, is this some
kind of brain you're on?

What are our decision points?

Being bullied at school,
favorite teacher fired,

security issues
going in and out.

Occam's razor suggests
the simplest answer.

Hire Mr. Moss
to tutor them here.

Yes!

And, yes,
I am on a bit of a brain.

Yeah, you know how it goes.

Rich disapproving father,
willful son, yadda yadda.

I had some lost years.

Theft? Drug dealing?

You did your homework.
You are a pro.

You know, you should
really see my place.

The night's
still young, and...

"Within an hour of meeting DeBeers,
he propositioned me twice."

Hey. I meant for the piece.

We wouldn't be alone.

It's like a nonstop
happening soiree over there.

And plus, what would
happen between us?

He's a zombie, she's human.

We all know that old story.

Would a human woman
have these nails?

Well, I should
get this all down.

So, to be continued,
Mr. DeBeers.

I look forward to it, Al.

Wake up, man. Wake up.

Come on, dude.

- What's going on? Are we free?
- Man, I don't know.

I don't think so.

Gentlemen.

Thawing nicely. Bien.

He doesn't look
30 years older.

You've been frozen
three weeks.

So, do we get pardoned
or what?

You got chosen.

To start new lives,
casting off your old ones.

Pledging yourselves
to a new cause.

Should you accept, you'll
be working in the shadows.

But you will be helping to save
zombie-kind from extinction

with the freedom to use
all necessary force.

Or, you can go back
in the freezer.

So, would you like
to meet the new boss?

'Cause he wants to meet you.

He is there.

Go ahead
and grab a seat.

Now, I hear that you guys killed
some humans at Warmbloods.

Is that right?

That's right.

Good.

I need killers.

Who are you?

The better question is...

You know, what am I?

What are we? You and me.

We're what's next.

The next step.

Next step of what?

Human evolution.

Neanderthals.

The Capayans,

Kiningo, Timucua, Pequot.

Gentlemen, what do they
all have in common?

Extinct species, tribes,

branches fallen off
the tree of humanity.

You see, someone stronger comes
along, and this one can't compete.

Pretty soon, it's just...

Gone.

Now, humans, Homo sapiens,

they've had a pretty good run.

But zombies are here now.

The science is clear.

It's either us or them.

Who do you want it to be?

Us.

Spoken like a winner.

Man, I don't know you.

Good luck and all, but...

Pass.

Welcome aboard.

I don't get your objection
to nootropics, Ravi.

They've been shown to work.

Yeah, on nerds
desperate to be smart.

Textbook placebo effect.

My mental capacity
is clearly enhanced.

Go on. Give me an equation.
Or a riddle.

No. And anyway,
messing with the mind,

it feels
kind of Frankenstein-y.

Horses disrupted feet.
Trains disrupted the horse.

Smart drugs
will disrupt the mind itself.

Imagine, Ravi. The new normal.

Synthetically enhanced brains processing
a massively expanded sensorium

wired into
a worldwide data net

with cybernetically
empowered superbodies.

Got it.
The future will be obnoxious.

Now, can we please
turn to Mrs. Elkhorn?

Attached to your meatspace.
I get it.

Not everyone
can think beyond...

Cornell?

Oh, I didn't hear you come in.

The assistant saw.

She saw him replace
her name with Peyton's.

Uh, wait. What?

Find Clive,
get to PiercyCorp.

Logic dictates, if you withhold
data, you have reason to hide it.

"Data," what...
You mean a statement?

It's all data, Ravi, I mean,
you could design a system,

you'd have a mechanism
to gather crime data.

Physical evidence, testimony,
relationships, motive.

A smart algorithm analyzes.
And voila.

Congratulations.

You just invented the police.

It's just,
I told you everything.

Except that your name
was on that bunker list

until Cornell replaced it
with Peyton Charles.

What?

- How do you even...
- Forensics can, um,

dust a whiteboard now.

Okay.

Besides working
closely together,

Cornell and I
were also... Lovers.

He decided, with my IQ,
Yale degree,

fertility index
and attraction profile,

I deserved to be on that list.
Then he chose...

To replace you
with Miss Charles.

I don't see the connection.

There barely is one.

He saw her give a speech at a
fundraiser and was impressed.

Law degree,
hands-on governing experience.

- And fit the...
- Attraction profile?

Were you upset
at being replaced?

Cornell made all his decisions in
dispassionate and logical terms.

And I know the sacrifices
he had to make

to make his vision a reality.

Sacrifices like what?

Like money.

His project was a severe drain
on the company's finances.

He was nearly broke.

Frankly, I'm not entirely sure how
he kept the whole project afloat.

I will sink you.
Do you hear me?

I paid you for delivery! Now
where the hell's my product?

- Is she okay?
- Thanks for your time.

What did you see?

A man yelling about
something he paid for

that Cornell didn't deliver.

- What man?
- I don't know.

I'm curious, uh,

given your colorful
background,

why the city would come to you
with their brain problem?

Well, I'd chalk that up
to the Blaine DeBeers brand.

Your brand?

I'm a maverick, uh...
a rogue.

Bit of an outlaw, you know, since you
can't always draw inside the lines.

But always ends up doing
the right thing in the end.

Hey! Don E.

We opened an hour ago.
It's like tumbleweeds in here.

Dead Enders are back. They're taking
pictures, they're spooking clientele.

I was going to get Carl,
we were gonna go out back...

Okay, okay, relax.

"Relax"? Blaine, no customers
means no money. Which means...

Don E, I went to the Wharton Business
School for a semester and a half.

Go back to the kitchen, ask the chef
for a number six on the brain menu.

Number six. Got it.
Coming right up.

Oh.

Go talk to the Brazilians
across the street,

see if Paulo
and the boys are free.

Sorry about the cloak
and dagger, Mr. Moss.

Renegade.

- Wow.
- So,

what we wanted
to see you about is...

Whoa. The Fillmore Graves guy.

Yes... is a job.

We have five zombie kids here
who need tutoring.

Ideally an open curriculum,

conducive to independent thinking
and creative problem solving.

You... You mean me?

Yes, I'm in.

Before you commit, know it's
not just about teaching.

This is the hub
of Renegade's operation.

Secrecy is key.

You have to follow very
strict security protocols.

Of course. I understand.

Good. Lives depend on it.

How about you stick
that camera up your ass, man?

Take a selfie.

You want to go, zombie, huh?

Let's go! Come on.

Another key element of the
Blaine brand I'd like you to see.

Now here they come.
Hey, Paulo!

It's hard to put a name on it.

Some might call it style,

others might call it flair. Just
a certain way of doing things.

Paulo, a brisk samba,
if you will.

Hey.

I'd like to ask you to leave.

Why don't you
make me, zombie?

Well...

Since you asked.

Number six. Capoeira brain.

Brazilian art
of dance fighting.

It's a bit flamboyant,
I guess.

Wall or no wall,
this is still America.

Putting on a good show
never hurts.

I'm sorry
for the disturbance, folks.

First drink's on the house.

I, uh... I think I might get
the appeal of the Blaine brand.

And...

I might want to see the rest.

This pad of yours, with the
nonstop soiree you mentioned,

shall we say tomorrow,
9:00-ish?

Don E, hit up my Rolodex.

I need a solid quality soiree up and
running by 6:00 p.m. tomorrow, all right?

Okay. Are we ready or what?

Yeah, just a second.

Sorry, I just needed Jimmy
for a quick police sketch.

It's just, his expression was
more like he demanded respect

for an imagined authority.

Liv, I can't draw that, okay?
Here, just take it.

- All right.
- I have to focus on this.

Sorry. Okay.
Okay, on with the show.

Okay, so, take two.

Beth answers the door
to Jeff and Molly.

Hey, thanks for coming over.

How's the new place
working out?

Great. I can't imagine
why the previous couple left.

Oh. We ate them.

Kidding! We're not
those kind of zombies.

- And enter Ed. I'm Ed.

Ugh. Sorry I'm late, guys.

A car parked on my foot in the
shopping mall parking lot and...

Darn it. I forgot the bread.

You forgot the bread?

...For God's sake, just stop.

What? We got rid
of the microwave.

It's the same stuff.
You just switched it around.

It's a comedy, okay?

That means you have to have
comedy in it.

If you just want
an uplifting message,

print a pamphlet
that says, "Be nice."

I want a show.

Funny characters
the audience can relate to...

"Funny"!
See what you said? Funny.

That means comedy.

Liv, am I crazy?

Or, I was wondering
if we had all the same jokes

but it was
the humans making them.

Like funny, wrong assumptions.

Exactly.

Still funny,
but about human ignorance.

If you know
what you want so bad,

why don't you just write it?

Well...

That was a rhetorical...

Actually, Yasmine,
you're our head writer now.

- Let's just start with your idea and go from there...
- What?

Okay, okay, that's it. I'm out of here.
Let's go, guys,

Okay then.

Yasmine, get to work.

I don't recognize the man.

But, if Cornell met with him,
he should be on his computer,

if you don't mind
going down to check.

He kept very detailed
contact records.

I just have to make sure
I have the correct passwords.

Are you sure
he did business with the man?

Yes. The language he used.

"Paid. Delivery. Product."

Did he ever travel any
place tropical with beaches?

- No, he didn't like the sun.
- He disliked excessive sun.

Or it was here.

- He was in this elevator.
- Who was?

This man.

The Fixture King.

"Sheldon, the Fixture King."

Fixture Castle...

Those ads on late night?

Want fixtures fit for a king?
Come see me.

The Fixture King!

Let me turn your home
into a castle!

Thank you
for coming in, Mr. Drake.

Nice watch. I guess the
fixtures business is going well.

Yeah. Volume. Does wonders.

Listen, I got a tee time in an hour.
Can we make it quick?

Yeah, of course.
We just have a few questions.

- As soon as my colleague-

Oh.

Sorry to keep you waiting.

Okay. No. That's it.
I'm not talking to her.

- What's the problem?
- She is.

I know Renegade.

I only talk to the living.

Okay, well, we're investigating
the death of Cornell Piercy.

I believe you two had some
business before he died.

Oh.

And why would
you believe that?

- Well, just based on conversation...
- I saw it in a vision.

You ate the man's brain.
You saw his thoughts.

- That is vile.
- You were angry.

You paid for something and he didn't
deliver. Could you tell us what it was?

Yeah, sure. I hired him for a very
special project called, screw you!

That cover everything?

Now, unless you want
to come back with a warrant,

I'm due at my club.

Where they wouldn't even let
your undead ass through the door.

Okay! Thanks for your time.

Oh.

And, Renegade,
I had a vision too.

All of you monsters were wiped
off the face of the earth

and I was dancing
on your ashes.

Your time's almost up, zombie.

That guy really
doesn't like zombies.

Liv, that zombie watch website
I was telling you about,

check it out.

It's a doxxing operation.

They take pictures
of brain lines,

tanning salons,
places zombies go.

Then they're connecting the
pictures to names, addresses.

They already ID'd
a few hundred.

Eventually, they're going to
out every zombie in the city.

Out a hundred a month?
In ten years maybe.

Their methodology
is painfully crude.

I mean, all you need
is the right data,

purchase habits, GPS tracking.

- You could ID every zombie
in Seattle.

- Okay. Their tech may be shoddy, but...
- Clive?

I got something.

You remember there was a
contact lens found at the scene?

Dried up, blue tinted?

I also have something.

What did all Cornell Piercy's
apps rely on for their function?

Uh, I don't know.

User data.

Shopping and driving apps,
both collected user data

that could, with the right algorithm,
link behaviors to identities.

Sheldon Drake's eyes
are brown.

I re-watched
his Fixture King ad

-and guess what color his eyes...
- Blue.

The lens was Sheldon's.

Cornell's company
had loads of user data

that could be used
to ID certain behaviors.

Where they drive,
what they buy.

I know what Sheldon
was paying Cornell to do.

- You see what I'm getting at?
- I do.

You think it's enough
for a warrant?

I do. I'll see
if a judge agrees.

You actually came.

I'm pleasantly surprised.
Welcome to mi casa.

There's actually
other people here.

I'm also pleasantly surprised.

If anything,
I'm a man of my word.

Let me give you a tour.

It's like the best
possible outcome.

Five students, all zombies,
open teaching plans.

It's crazy
you work for Renegade.

Right. Hush-hush.
I forgot.

You live such
an intriguing life.

Ah. Yes, the lifestyle
of a middle-school teacher.

Late nights grading papers...

...McCarthyism. Removing whoopee
cushions from my chair. Real sexy stuff.

It's very nice.
Early de Kooning?

I don't know.
I just like orange.

Sorry, I have to take this.

Go ahead and meander.
And put it in the story.

"Likes orange."

This better be important.

Yeah, Blaine's a super guy.
He and I go way back.

I would love to know more about
him and the years before the wall...

Oh, no, I mean like months.

But his place, man,
it's tight.

Yeah. Actually, could you
point me to the bathroom?

No clue, man.
This is my first time here.

It's tight.

- Maybe that way?

- I didn't do anything!
- -Stop resisting.

Oh, it's a bunch
of zombie-loving garbage.

Keep moving.

It's rare that serving
a warrant is that satisfying.

Murder weapon growing
right in his backyard.

Ivory funnel. Deadly.

What are you
looking at, ghoul?

That's my wallet.

Brilliant observation, Mr. Graham
Moss of 157 Wilburn Avenue.

I hear you work for Renegade.

No.
No, I don't work for Renegade.

I hear you do.

But it doesn't matter.

You work for us now.

Get the picture?

Okay, that's enough
screen time.

If Graham isn't here yet, you
should be quietly studying.

...Curtis, where's Graham?

Curtis?

Oh. He hasn't come in yet.

Sorry. I was up late tracing these
Z-Watch users. Do we have coffee?

I don't know. But they should
be quietly studying until...

I know exactly
what you were doing!

Mass murder is what it is.

You do this,
and zombies are doomed.

- You okay, Liv?
- Fine, fine.

I just, I gotta go.
Curtis, teach them something.

What?

Hey, so sorry I'm late. I thought
maybe I was being followed.

So I did a whole thing
but, I wasn't. So...

Great!
The kids are just there.

I had a vision.

Well, it's too late.
Killer's already processed.

Contact was an exact match
for Sheldon.

The same prescription,
same color. No backsies.

Melissa lied to us.
She did know Sheldon.

I saw her slap the contact out
of Sheldon's eye in the bunker.

So, Sheldon Drake
did not commit this murder?

This particular murder, no.

But a whole slew
of future murders.

What's that supposed to mean?

He was paying Cornell for a data-mining
system to ID Seattle zombies.

Now, I'm pretty sure it wasn't to send
us all a nice card for the holidays.

I mean, you heard him.

"All you monsters wiped off
the face of the earth."

Okay, slow down.
A "data-mining system"?

You know,
that zombie-doxxing website

that Dead Enders are creating
brick-by-brick?

- I'm not aware...
- Zombies are.

But Cornell could have ID'd
every zombie in a keystroke.

Think about it.
With his new Path-Seeker app,

he knows
where everyone drives.

Every visit to a brain
dispensary, or tanning salon,

or zombie-friendly club.

He wants us all dead. And he was
paying Cornell to make it happen.

Maybe it's best
he stays in a jail.

No, Liv, come on.
We're not precogs.

That's not how this works.

If Sheldon Drake is free to plot
the mass murder of all of us,

can we say
that this "works" at all?

I think it's great.

It's funny. It's got,
you know...

It's got heart.
Yeah, it's a good script.

Now, if we just had a cast.

I sent Jimmy the draft,
but didn't hear back.

Well, we can recast.

I mean, the Yoiks can't be the
only comedy group in Seattle.

Well, there's Laff Blitz,
which they're not.

Tall Baby are worse.

Well, we don't have much time.
I mean, how bad can Laff Blitz be?

The worst.

Jimmy! What... I didn't think
you were going to show.

I didn't think I was going to get
fired from writing my own show.

- Jimmy, I'm sorry, we just needed something...
- I get it. I understand.

My humor, it's, uh, out there.

You know, it's not this
touchy-feely, "everybody hug" stuff.

But I see what you're trying to
do and Yasmine did a good job.

And I'll be damned if I'm going
to let Tall Baby come in here

and screw it all up. So...

Let's do this.

Hi, Dave, it's Al.

Uh, I'm going to need an
extension on the DeBeers profile.

Uh, just some intriguing
new stuff came up.

Uh, I will keep in touch.

So, gotta go, bye.

So how is that new
opening paragraph coming?

Uh, I actually don't quite have a
handle on the opening paragraph.

You may be a more complex
character than I thought.

Of course.
Until you know all of me,

you just don't know me.

Then I guess I'll just have to
get to know you even better.

Hmm. I'll drink to that.

Cornell was a genius.

Like many geniuses,

he wasn't good at processing
the consequences of his work.

I'm not sure that he even fully
appreciated what Sheldon Drake

intended to do with the system
he hired him to make.

For Cornell,

it was a payday.

Money to finish his ark.

He wanted to save humanity.

I wanted to save zombie-kind.

Which you understand,

don't you, Renegade?

And the mushrooms
in Drake's yard?

I put them there, when I
learned he was a suspect,

hoping I would
get him put away.

I wouldn't have lost any sleep
with that man rotting in prison.

Why would you?