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Previously on iZombie...

The State Pen has agreed to take

20 of Seattle's worst
criminals down to Walla Walla.

Oh! That one with the shotgun
is getting away.

You have the zombie gear.
Hell yes!

Who's that?

A new uni.
Michelle, I think. Why?

Can't believe you guys
talked me into bringing you here.

Renegade's operation
turns more humans into zombies

than all other county ouftits combined.

I can take Mama's place.
I am willing to do the scratching.

Nice work, Renegade.

I understand why you're doing
what you're doing.

Which is why
I want to be a part of it.

Let's do this.
I'm tired of being sick.

How long does it take
to kick in?

I'm gonna die, aren't I?

- Hey, Mom.
- Hey.

Wanna hear some jokes
about Freylich Syndrome kids?

Okay.

They never get old.

It's not funny, Isobel.

No, it is. It's hilarious.

No, it's not.

You just have to
take a step back.

Have you had
any nose bleeds, honey?

Nope. No nose bleeds.
All good.

Okay, I'm so glad to hear that.

I've been so worried about you.

Mom. Gotta call you back.

The Spanish Inquisition
just walked in.

- Okay, I love you. Bye.
- Love you, too. Bye.

Yes?

We've made arrangements
to get you back to Boise.

No. Uh-uh.

Why risk one of your coyote's lives
just so I can die in my own bed?

Why don't you let us
bring your mom here?

It's the same problem,
though, isn't it?

Why bring my mom here
just so she can watch me die?

- You are a stubborn one.
- So they tell me.

- Any nose...
- No. No nosebleeds.

- Any murders?
- Only, like, 20.

Oh, uh, we should've warned you.

This is our drawer of heads.

We're calling the prison bus
murders "Satan's Jigsaw Puzzle."

We started with the face pieces
and are working our way out.

Don't you zombies
just like the brains?

How do you account
for the dismemberment?

We figure the mob was starving,
and everyone wanted a piece.

What a way to go.

Don't waste your sympathy
on these guys.

They're the worst of the worst.

Who's that guy who put
his victims' organs in jars?

Perry the Pickier.

There's Ice Pick Rick,
Zombie Killer Cain...

The nastiest killers
this city has had to offer.

- You think?
- I think Seattle's seen worse.

You don't want to know what I
had to do to get this brain.

You want me
to blue brain it? Or...

- It's my $100,000 gift to you.
- What?

- Did you get me Kid Rock?
- No.

If you bought a brain
for 100 grand

and I'm the one eating it, there's
no way it's gonna be anything good.

You're gonna love it.

But, first,
let me show you something.

You remember when I was on that real-estate
agent brain a couple weeks ago?

Yeah. You were asking me all
those non-sequitur questions

aimed at determining
my annual income?

That's when this plan
came to me.

This place on Kittitas
sold for 22.6 mil.

- It's on the market now for two.
- No surprise there.

The prices took a dive after
Seattle became the Lost City of Z.

Figure 20% down, you're looking
at an outlay of 400,000

on a house worth
more than 20 mil.

There's 100 properties
like this inside the wall.

And when things
return to normal,

property values
are gonna skyrocket.

And whoever owns 'em cheap
will be filthy rich.

You think things
are returning to normal?

Just eat that brain
and trust that I have a plan.

Maybe you should lean back
in your chair

and do the Mr. Burns thing
with your hands.

- Like this?
- Oh, yeah.

And maybe cackle.

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Uh, do you have the top half
of a hairy arm,

with a tattoo of a skull with a serpent
crawling out of its eye socket?

Go fish.

Ah!

Uh, no more victims.
We're full.

- What can you tell us about
our human victim? -Hmm.

Go watch some Jerry Lewis
movies, you frog bastard.

I'm sorry, Mr. Schwartzman, my
partner should be along soon.

Ain't no thing.

Hey, them vending machines
you got upstairs

is off the chain, though.

Baked from scratch.

Where'd you get this?

Treasures abound in the lost
and found, dun. You like?

Mr. Schwartzman, this is Liv
Moore, our medical examiner.

'Sup, shawty? What is good?

On my grind, you know.
Gettin' that schmoney.

So, Weston, you
and your brother Walden

were originally a rap duo,
is that correct?

Uh-huh.
Lil' Driz and Dirty Reign.

The Precipitation Collaboration.

Tight.

And when a manager signed your brother and
not you, your brother went solo. True?

Oh, I see how you playin' it now.
No comment.

I pulled up these lyrics

for a diss track you wrote
about your brother.

"You a bad seed, son,

rhymes corny as they come,
used to be chill,

- now you got a swole head, like
Icarus flyin' in the sun. -

You say you come dirty, rain,

but it's all just doom
and gloom.

You whack, you stale,

I shoulda ate you in the womb.

- Damn, that's cold.
- Care to comment?

I'm just gonna say it.
I love dead people.

You're a necrophiliac, dude,
and this is how it ends.

Bang.

Good stuff?

I saw Rain and his lady
at The Scratching Post.

Some hater was throwin' mad shade.

- You saw him?
- Yeah, somewhere. He was...

He's right behind you.
That's our killer!

Aren't his pieces currently
strewn about the morgue?

The Scratching Post has only been
letting humans in for a few weeks.

My vision has to be recent,

and that guy was in prison before
The Scratching Post even opened.

Then he must have escaped
from the bus massacre.

Who is this guy?

"Ronnie 'Sugar' Cain."

"AKA Zombie Killer Cain.
Convicted murderer of nine."

Better make that 11.

So what's a zombie hater doing
hanging out at The Scratching Post?

You're hunting zombies,
you go to their watering hole.

Maybe we go over there, see
if anyone remembers the guy?

Sure. Let's do it.

You know who the first
two zombies Cain killed were?

His wife and daughter.

At his trial he said he
considered them already dead.

I'm-a text my posse.

We was hittin' a movie, and this
Cain fool was making me miss it.

I was about to go ham on a
large tub with extra butter.

Whoa!

"A citywide lockdown
is immediately in effect

as Fillmore-Graves conducts a manhunt
for serial killer Ronnie 'Sugar' Cain."

Fillmore-Graves
can declare martial law now?

I was gonna get me some of those
Scratching Post jalapeño brain poppers.

My snack game is officially DOA.

There are some new vending
machines on the fifth floor.

People are making
a big deal about them.

- For reals?
- One of the machines is zombie-friendly.

Liv out.

Let's do it.

- Here?
- We're stuck here. Why not?

We should let Mosco know.

- Texting him now.
- Ten minutes?

I got a bone to pick
with Blaine.

Oh, hello, Candy.
Don't you look...

- Don't I look what?
- Huh?

You said
"Hello, Candy. Don't you look..."

And then you did that.
Focus, Sinead.

I think
I'm on virgin brain.

Did Blaine
really tell the mayor

he could have me on the house,
and we'd go all night?

Yes. In fairness, the whole
city is on lockdown.

So, it's not as if
you could leave anyway.

So I may as well
just stay here

and spank Mayor Freakfest
for eight hours? Hi...

Is that what's happening?

Blaine always has a good
reason for doing what he does.

I usually just
motorboat with it.

I hate New Seattle.

I wish the whole country
would just go zombie already.

I was almost through with flight
attendant training. And now this!

Hi. Didi you miss me?

Blaine DeBeers, you are

as cunning as you are handsome.

You've figured out a way to
turn the whole country zombie.

Once that happens,

all the properties we're going to
buy dirt cheap skyrocket in value.

Have a seat, pal,

because the fun
doesn't stop there.

I have another gift for you.

Holy motherboard.

It's a Boldbook.

A 4K touch-screen
precision display,

gunmetal chassis and
a hyper-charged SSD

that makes its Y-Series
brethren look like a little...

B-word.

Wait a minute... You sprang
for the optional Core i7 CPU?

Mmm-hmm.

Will you judge me
if I happy cry?

- Yes.
- Then I won't.

Hey!

You'll get it back.

I need your full attention.

We're going to auction off
ten zombie cures

to the highest bidders
on the Dark Web.

We need to make sure that no one
can ever trace it back to us.

That's where you come in.

You now have the ability to make
us invisible, impenetrable.

I paid a lot of money to turn
you into a computer genius.

Prove to me that it was
money well spent, huh?

Okay, fish sticks. Fish sticks!
Hi, Liv! We're here!

Hey, my bizzles!
You didn't get my text?

Oh, we were closer to here than home
when the sirens went off, so...

Rapper brain?

Zombie Killer Cain
capped his ass.

Zombie Killer Cain is loose.
He made it off the bus?

Seems he got his hands
on a shotgun

and got right back to work
killing zombies.

- Hence the lockdown.
- That's a real dead body.

There's more
where that came from.

Where's Ravi?

Oh, he's getting his nap on
in the detective bunk room.

Oh, I told Isobel she's our
neighbor, if anyone asks.

Oh, speaking of dead weight...

Where the hell is the mayor?

I need him to make an official
statement about the lockdown.

Your boss is
a triflin' ass-chimp.

Hi. Yeah, I have no idea
where he is.

- How'd he die?
- Shotgun blast right to the chest.

- And you ate his brain?
- Word.

Oh, man, that's gross.

Every Fillmore-Graves soldier
will be out there hunting for Cain.

All right? I want our unit to
be the one to bring him in.

- Major. A word?
- Yes, sir.

Bring me up to speed
on our friend, Russ Roche.

I'm making progress.

He took me out with his crew.

We busted up a few brain stills.
Roughed up his competition.

Great. Keep at it.

Sir, if I may ask,
how the hell did Cain escape?

A zombie horde attacked
a prison transport bus.

Cain was on the bus,
and somehow he got away.

Any chance that horde was
from the Triple Cross church?

- "Triple Cross" what?
- A church for zombies.

The preachers work them
into a lather.

My unit dropped in when we were
tracking down that phone video.

We almost
didn't make it out alive.

Why am I just hearing
about this now?

I can't do my job if I don't know
what's going on in this city!

I put it all in the report, sir.

I left nothing out.

I never saw it.

- Maybe it got misplaced?
- It wasn't misplaced.

It was withheld from me.
Deliberately.

I'm not sure who I can
count on here, Major.

But I'm sure I can count on you.

Of course.

All right. Let's head out.

- Yeah, but...
- What?

That was my locker.

- Hey, Ravi.
- Major.

I forgot my briefcase
this morning.

Would you mind picking it up,
bringing it by the station?

Yeah, sure. 'Cause I've got
nothing else to do.

I'm sorry to be a pain. It's just, it's
vital to something I'm working on.

Well, patrol will take me
right by the house.

Oh, splendid! You're a savior.
Thanks, mate!

Yeah, later.

He will bear it hither!

Mosco Bandiwax, a resourceful
half ling if there ever was one.

So then, adventurers...
Shall we commence?

Too-rye,
Too-rye, Too-rye, aye!

What's that you say,
amateur script kiddies?

You can't get past my firewall?

Well, eat my shorts!

Hey, dweeb.
How goes the auction prep?

The packet filters on my DMZ have
more layers than the atmosphere.

Which is five layers. Oh! Actually,
six if you include the ionosphere.

- It...
- Bottom-line me.

Our auction is impenetrable
to law enforcement,

and no one
will ever trace it back to us.

That is music to my ears.

Oh, just... Quick question...
Under the heading,

"You probably already
thought of this..."

Why would anyone bid on one of these cures
without proof that they're effective?

Obviously we're going to cure a zombie
on-camera for all the world to see,

and then kill him in a way
that only a human can die.

Duh! Of course.

Just one more thing...

How exactly will people know that our, um,
subject wasn't simply human to begin with?

I guess we'll have to find ourselves
a well-known zombie, won't we?

Oh...

Oh, my God.
This is gnarly.

We're running prints to help us put
the bodies back together again.

Hey, Liv.

Yo. Why you rolling up?

Looking for Ravi. I'm
supposed to bring him this.

Hey, there. I'm Major.

- Hello, sir.
- "Sir"? Bitch, please. This is just Major.

Major, this is my neighbor, Isobel.

- And Ravi, he's...
- Somewhere. Not here.

Major, Seattle is getting
on my last nerve.

I told you to wait upstairs.

So now you just walk away in
the middle of a conversation.

- Ugh!
- They're hands. Man up.

Hey, you two are getting
on my last nerve.

They got beef, Major.
Let 'em sort it out.

What's your situation, son?

I thought we had something, but
apparently we were just hooking up.

I never said we were exclusive.

Your body made a promise.

Liv, I know you're on a brain, but
seriously, what's your problem?

- What did you do?
- Wait in the lobby!

- So what am I in trouble for now?
- You have to ask?

You were right there when Chase
Graves crushed Mama Leone's skull.

You probably had to wash
bits of her off of you.

Renegade was breaking the law and
fully aware of the consequences.

Her death, while tragic,
probably saves lives

Hey, Major. I've seen that movie, too.
You're quoting the bad guy.

Will you two knock it off?
You both love each other,

you've been through tough stuff
before, and this, too, shall pass.

It's Ravi.

We should do this more often.

PCharles to DocChak.

"Hey, babe."

Blaine, are you sure
you want to do this?

Reading an ex's e-mails
seems like a slippery slope.

I paid a truckload for that brain
you're on. Just give it to me.

"I have to work a bit
on Saturday afternoon

but I'm all yours before then.

Let the sleep-in
snuggle-fest begin!"

She used the words "snuggle-fest?"
Is that even a thing?

Maybe it's their thing?

The guy is a British yeti. Just
looking at him makes me itchy.

What does she see in him?

I found this guy passed out
next to our dumpster.

- You look how I feel, brother.
- Feel handsome?

Call Fillmore-Graves. Have someone
come pick the drunk bastard up.

Will do.

When the right woman comes
along, you won't hurt anymore.

Take it from me. Five years happily
married to my best friend.

The walking waterfall
has a wife?

Yeah, and he's insanely jealous.

His wife is built like Jessica Rabbit,
so if she comes in here, don't.

Just don't.

We saw Ravi eating a brain tube.

How is Peyton sleeping
with him if he's a zombie?

If he's not a zombie,
what is he?

I'm a half ling monk.

People see half ling
and always think thief.

But, have you not noticed the way
I've played my character, hmm?

The celibacy? The way I work the
teachings of Anubis into conversation?

My lack of regard
for worldly possessions?

You sure jumped on
those Bracers of Defense

for someone who doesn't care
about worldly possessions.

What news have you,
Morrisey the Mage?

Uh, I've studied the map we won

in that game of knucklebones
with Ban-Yonn,

the idiot of Knoforks.

And without a thief,
our mission is doomed.

Fellow adventurers,

I apologize for walking into
your camp unannounced,

but I saw the fire,

and I hoped I might find
fellowship as well.

Um...

I don't know what you saw,
but this isn't...

I am Foxy Brown of Shondaland,

the greatest thief in the realm.

I'm sorry. Who?

All my information's there.

I seek wealth and adventure.

Can I hear a huzzah?

Huzzah.

For Queen, for country!

Huzzah!

This character sheet
just has your name on it,

and it says
you have 200 hit points.

It seemed like more was better.

Okay. Fine. Have a seat.

Hello. Ravi?

Whoa, whoa. What's going on in there?
I heard huzzahs.

Uh, official police business.
Strictly need-to-know.

Quite a police emergency.

So I guess Sirjay decided to
sit this one out, huh?

What with the lockdown,
you know...

Open the briefcase, Ravi.

Huzzah?

So, you know, I'm out on the streets
trying to catch a murderer.

I catch a murderer every week.

- Did you know Peyton is downstairs?
- She is?

But you're gonna stay
and play though, right?

- Mmm.
- Be your own man, Mosco.

She'll understand you
staying up here playing D&D

while you know she's downstairs.

How will she know
I'm playing D&D?

Oh, she'll get the text
I'm sending right now.

Peyton? Sweetie? What a marvelous nap!
I feel so refreshed.

--Hey, Mom. Thanls for checking in.

It's good. I'm hanging out
with the girls today.

Maybe catch you a little later.

Uh, Mom? Can I call you back?

And who might you be?

- Isobel.
- Huh.

Nice to meet you, Isobel.

Um... Uh, I assume

you weren't dead
before I arrived.

No.

So you haven't somehow
sprung back to life?

Because that would be
cause for celebration.

Uh-uh.

Perhaps you've always
been alive,

but were mistaken for dead.

- Nope.
- I give up, then.

I'm Liv and Peyton's neighbor.

They were gonna take me
to the movies tonight.

Then the lockdown happened.

- And where are those gals?
- Fifth floor.

Ah! Of course. Snacks.

And so, with the morgue
to yourself,

you decided to climb in one of the
drawers where we keep the dead?

Seems strange without
context, doesn't it?

Yeah. I'd love to
hear the context.

Snacks in the hizzouse!

Sorry it took so long.

Hey! Look who I met.

Did you know your neighbor
is certifiably brilliant?

True dat.

Text from your other girlfriend?

Uh...

What does Miss
Cheyenne Longneckings require?

"Mosco Bandiwax fell to his death
in the Cavern of Nasty Pricks."

Does that mean anything
to anyone?

Only to a little old half ling
lady in Mirkwood

who will have one less mince pie to
bake during the Feast of Belbuck.

- Lady Pursella...
- Hmm?

We have returned.
Our quest is complete.

We bring you the head
of the bandit Sh-Krelly,

the hostages he held
and the crown he stole.

I see you lost
one of your compatriots.

No great loss, Your Highness.
I assure you.

For your valor, I present
each of you a jewel.

- It's called an Apple Emerald.
- Oh.

Obviously, named for the size
and not the hue.

So I guess this is
where we wrap.

- Hmm.
- Wait...

We're spending some time
here in the castle?

- Yep.
- Okay.

On night one, I break into
Morrisey and Sir Choppers' rooms

and I steal their
Apple Emeralds.

Wait. She can't do that!

I buried mine out in the field
during my morning ride.

No, you didn't.

No. I said something
about this earlier.

I said, "Every day
I bury my treasure..."

We could check the tape.

- Say what?
- See that red light?

No. Mmm-mmm. That recording
must be destroyed.

Oh, you're being silly. All the
detectives here are going to love it.

All of YouTube
is going to love it.

If that's your plan, just
take my gun and shoot me.

That's a little dramatic,
don't you think?

You're telling me I'm gonna
be the Star Warskid,

and I shouldn't be concerned?

Oh. Well, there's concerned, and
there's asking for death by cop.

Oh, come on, is that
the best you got?

You forgot this.

We were just, uh...

What happens in the Misty Dunes
stays in the Misty Dunes.

I didn't mean
for that to happen.

But it did.

So I went to the zoo
on Freebie Friday...

- Yeah?
- It was weird.

They keep the bald
eagles in cages.

Why would you keep the symbol of
American freedom in captivity?

You know, with this lockdown, we're
all kinda bald eagles tonight.

And with the wall up,

we're actually bald eagles
all the time.

Yeah.

Company.

I'll get the package.

I hear you have
something of ours.

We're getting it.

Is that Lil' Bones Jones?

- You mean Major Jones.
- Major Jones

with a major booze
jones, Major Major.

- Where's Good?
- Out in the Humvee.

Hup!

You're welcome.

Damn it. Jumped the gun.

I should've waited
for the "thank you."

Tell you what...

I'll trade you two annoying, baby-faced
soldiers for one workhorse goon.

- I'm good.
- Uncool, man.

Oh. No. No, I wasn't talking
about you two.

It was two other soldiers.
You guys don't know them.

All I'm saying is
I really like you...

- You shouldn't.
- Why?

You don't like me?

Where's that water?

Here you go. You should drink
ten of these.

I'm hungry.
I need a brain tube.

Use my card.

Where's my ID?

With respect,

you gotta get a handle
on your drinking, sir.

Losing your ID...

I wasn't drinking.

Did it just fall out?

Major, he's bleeding.

- Who hit you?
- I don't remember.

Oh, no.

What is it?

He's got level five
security clearance.

His ID authorizes entry into
any area of this building.

Go find Justin in the armory...

Tell him to lock down
the campus!

I guess they'll need to call
back during office hours.

It probably would
have been easier

to drop your grievances
in the comment box.

Stand up.

Over there.

Sit.

I had this dog named Rocky.

I loved him so much.

One day he wasn't acting right.

He got real aggressive.

Started drooling.

Limped around like...

I waited too long
to put him down.

I watched him suffer.

Finally, I took him out back
and I shot him.

Was that wrong?

Could Rocky do long division?

Huh?

You see what I'm getting at?
I can.

You killed Cynthia and Georgie!

I may have put the buckshot
in their heads,

but you killed them!

I didn't wanna
watch them suffer.

I don't think any
zombie should suffer.

Do I look like I'm suffering?

Why was I the one
in prison, Chase?

Why?

You're the mass murderer.

I've killed so many.
You're gonna be number...

Uh...

Oh, you know what?
I've lost count.

And that's only if you count putting
a zombie out of his misery.

Which I don't!

You killed 10,000 human beings.

I mean... Wow...

Go check the school dorm!
He might've gone there first!

Nobody gank my taquitos.

- Oh. No cookies?
- They take 15 minutes.

Because the machine bakes them
especially for you.

- That's what they say.
- I want in on that.

Cookies on me. Grab as many
as you can with that.

She won't be able to
carry that many.

Uh... How 'bout you join her?

I have work stuff
to discuss with Liv.

Okay. You got it.
Come on, Isobel.

Isobel has Freylich Syndrome.

It's a death sentence.

Victims rarely see
their 18th birthday.

- Why haven't you scratched her?
- She told you?

I found her testing out
a morgue drawer.

It came up pretty quickly.

Scratching humans is
a capital offense, you know.

I know.

And it would be completely
unfair of me

to ask you to put
your life on the line. So...

I'll do it. During my next
bout of the zombies.

Ravi...

We can feed her with
brains from the morgue.

Please, don't try and talk me out of this.

I'm not gonna try to talk you out of it.

- You're not?
- No.

Because I already scratched her.
And it didn't take.

Wait... What?

That's impossible.

It's not.

I tried it,
I had other zombies try.

- Isobel is immune.
- I don't understand.

I read an article
on false immunity outliers...

It just doesn't make sense.
Could it be genetic?

Maybe. Isobel's had several
experimental treatments.

Maybe one of those
caused her immunity.

Altered her brain
chemistry somehow.

Whatever the reason, she's
never gonna be a zombie.

She's gonna die,

there's nothing
we can do about it.

Then we need to study her,

figure out
what makes her immune.

Maybe she's the key
to finding a vaccine.

Can I call you right back, Mom?

Did you want chocolate chip
or oatmeal raisin?

And the king
of Bremerton!

Whoa.

Mr. Mayor!

Don E. And I had an inspired idea
for the remainder of this lockdown.

I love it already.

We're calling it "La Petite
Mort Masquerade."

And I'm sure you know what "little
death" we're talking about.

Oh!

Candy and the girls
already have their masks.

We'll pick yours out
in a minute.

It's kind of a group project.

Ooh. "Group project." Yeah!

You are speaking my language.

And it all starts with
a little pick-me-up.

What is it?
Is that Utopium?

It's better!

It's like Molly, China Girl
and U-Boat

had a threesome in your brain.

And right after you snort it,

I'm gonna give you a little vitamin
cocktail injection in your booty,

so that you'll be in tip-top shape
for your mayoral duties tomorrow.

Always thinking, boys!
Always thinking!

Would you take a seat.

Wow. We are really going
all out on this one.

For the mayor of New Seattle,
the sky's the limit.

That is quite a map.

I'm thinking of investing
in some real estate.

Oh.

You're ready?

Well, you guys
are doing it, too, right?

Of course.

All right.

Oh. I like it. That's good.
Setting the mood.

Feeling good?
Relaxed?

- Absolutely.
- Cheers.

Oh!

Oh.

Ooh, I feel funny.

I think it's kicking in.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. I'm human again!

I can feel it! How did you...

I'm human again!

I'm human again!

I thought
that went well.

Yeah. Well, he didn't land on you.

I got tired of waiting. So...

I went with chocolate chip.

Okay, something
funky's going on.

- Ravi should study me.
- I agree.

- He can't.
- Why not? Thanks, sweetie.

- I'm staying in Seattle.
- We've been through this. You're not.

Wait. Where else is she gonna go?

- Home. She's going home.
- No, I'm not.

- Where's home?
- Boise.

- Idaho?
- Which is where she's going.

I'm staying here.

My dying wish
is to be a guinea pig.

You can't deny me my dying wish.

Wait. How did you
get into Seattle?

- A coyote...
- Oh.

- Isobel.
- Working for Liv.

What?

What does she mean,
"A coyote working for Liv?"

- She meant the coyote that I know.
- No, I didn't.

Ravi.

Liv has taken over
Mama Leone's organization.

Underground Railroad,
head-got-smushed Mama Leone?

- Yep.
- Thanks, Peyton.

Look, I'm tired of keeping
this secret from Ravi.

Your friends are
trying to help you.

We're the No Secrets Club.

It's dangerous information.

And you knew?

For a few weeks. That's all.

And you didn't tell me?

She didn't volunteer
the information to me.

I caught her red-handed making fake
zombie ID cards for her clients.

Your family is back in Boise?

It's just my mom.

No way I'm letting her
make the trip here.

- Then we should send you back.
- Look!

I'm the one who's dying,

and I get to decide what I do
with the rest of my short life.

I'm staying in Seattle,

so, please, study me.

I wanna go out knowing that
my life had meaning.

Lockdown's over.

- They must have caught Cain.
- Thank God.

- Let's all go home.
- So... What about me?

All clear in the dorm.

The perimeter is clear.

Well done, Major.

- Buckshot?
- Yep.

If I collect them all,
I win a prize.

You're aware Cain is back here?

Sure am.

- He still breathing?
- Barely.

Should I get him
medical attention?

Let's do him one better.
Scratch him.

Just let me die.

- Please.
- Scratch him, soldier. That's an order.

He has an appointment
with the guillotine.

Detective...

Inspector...

Ah! Madame Acting Mayor.

So, who's taking the lead on this?

Uh, it's a strange case.

What is he?

Yesterday he was a zombie,

but what zombie dies from
a bullet through the heart?

Well, maybe this'll help.

This popped up all over
the Web last night.

No one's been able to
discover where it originated.

Oh!

Oh, my God. I'm human again.
I can feel it!

How did you...
I'm human again!

I'm human again!

Excellent! This is settled.
He's human.

The case is yours.

Enjoy.

Top bid's at 10 million.

And climbing.

Some millionaires out there
really don't wanna be zombies.