All language subtitles for iZombie s05e08_Enlish

[Mr. Boss] The greatest high in the world.
Perfect bliss in a bottle.

Like how Matthew McConaughey feels
on the greatest night of his life,

but you can snort it.

Anyway, the way the twins
described this Utopium stuff of yours,

it sounds amazing.

It's getting there.

I feel like the formula
still needs a bit of work, though.

So, get to work.

And change that shirt of yours
once in a while.

People are starting to talk.

And take it easy on that stuff.

Quality control. It's part of the process.

Hey, just boxed up the new batch.

You interested in giving it a spin?

Yeah, pick me up.

[laughs]

[man] Why're you still tinkering, man?

That last batch was perfection.

Methylenedioxyamphetamine level
was too low.

I want the basal ganglia
firing on both cylinders,

serotonin and dopamine,
cascading together.

It's crazy it's that simple.

Match the right chemicals
with the right brain parts,

anything can happen.

Anything...

[muffled screaming]

[doorbell rings]

Martin Roberts?

Yes.

Uh...

My name is Olivia Moore.

I'm your daughter.

This is unbelievable.

Mom finally gave me your name.

After that it was easy.
I work for the police department.

You're a police officer?

Assistant to
the medical examiner, actually.

So your mom...
I imagine she told you some stories.

Well, she did tell me some.

Well, that was a long time ago.
I'm sober now, and...

-[cell phone buzzes]
-Sorry.

Sorry, uh... Work. I have to go.

But maybe we could

get together? Get a coffee, or--

Yes, I'd love that.

Well, here's my card, so...

Okay, sorry, I have to go.

Liv,

I'm glad you found me.

Yeah.

I could tell when he opened the door.

Right off the bat, his eyes.

Evan's eyes. It's him. It's my dad.

Man, that's a lot.

I've done it.

Best grilled cheese the world's ever seen.

-[scoffs]
-Cheddar and jack, melted to perfection

on sourdough toasted a sexy golden brown.

And what better to nestle in
amongst all that cheese

than the cheesiest of brains,
car salesman?

-Car salesman?
-Yeah.

Tell me that's not Rick Randall's brain
in there.

Rick Randall?
Drove off the Fremont Bridge?

The suicide?

Now Rick Randall the murder victim.

This was the message
he left on his wife's phone

before he went into the lake.

[Rick] Gina! My car's out of control!

It's steering itself!

I can't stop! Call someone!

[screaming] Oh, God!

That can happen?

Uh-huh. Cars can be possessed.

-Herbie, for example.
-Herbie wasn't possessed.

You're thinking of Christine.

Herbie wasn't evil.

He was the Love Bug.

All right. Focus up.

Rick drove a Malevex 6.

Comes with a self-drive setting.

It's possible someone accessed
the system from the outside.

Vampire Steve's checking.

So save some of that brain for Liv.

Oh, and, before I forget...

Annual raffle time.

-[sighs] Oh!
-It's a buck each.

You know the drill,

everyone in the department
sells at least 50 tickets.

No complaints. It's for a good cause.

You know everyone just buys
their own tickets, right?

I don't care as long as we meet our quota.

What's the prize this year?

Margo Ball Motors donated
a souped-up '67 Mustang.

Not really a car person.

Then don't buy a ticket.

What's the prize
for whoever sells the most tickets?

A mountain bike.

The mountains are on
the other side of the wall.

Then don't win the contest.

Ooh...

Check it out.

Now, this was the world's best
grilled cheese.

Cute. Meanwhile, I sold 60 raffle tickets.

Sixty? We only got 50.

I sold ten of yours, too.
Which makes me current sales leader.

I haven't started. You cheated!

I've heard that before.

Oh, that's right, it's the first line
of the Loser National Anthem.

I'm off to get more tickets
to win this thing.

Make yourself useful.
Answer the phones or something.

Dream on.
I am ten times the salesman you are.

I just like to start from behind,
so it hurts worse when I blow past you.

Bring it on, blondie.

I'll probably solve this case
before you, too. Laters.

Well, I hope you like "Blue Bayou,"
'cause that's my theme song!

[kisses]

Were you aware of anyone
who had anything against Rick?

Family, friends, maybe a rival at work?

They were all rivals at that place.

God, the testosterone...

All trying to be alpha dog...

Backstabbers, every one of them.

So...

What's the sitch, Clive?
We got a live one?

Liv, this is Mrs. Randall,
widow of the deceased.

I'm up to speed.

So, who wanted him dead?

I think we can get that SOB
the death penalty.

Don't like the death penalty? What about

life behind bars?

-Liv...
-Picture it.

-The widow?
-The widow.

Mrs. Randall.

Isn't it true you recently purchased

a substantial life insurance policy
for your husband?

Ravi!

We upgraded our policy a couple years ago
after Rick got a promotion.

You two...

Give us a minute, please.

Ravi.

What was that about life insurance?
Where did you--

Babs, who taught me
it's always the spouse?

You.

I trusted my gut.

Paid off. Up top.

You're not a detective. Stay out--

She's not a detective.

But I'm a closer.

Let's head back in there
and I'll break her.

Now that I've loosened the lid.

Lieutenant.

Acting lieutenant.

I was able to look over
the systems of that Malevex.

Long story short,
the self-drive was hacked from outside.

Who could do that?

A hacker. A good one.

Or anyone with access
to the factory settings on the car.

-So, like, anyone at the dealership?
-Yeah.

I'll call the general manager,
see who all had access.

Can you, like, put a trace on the hack?

If you mean trace the command codes
back to the source IP, maybe.

But whoever did this
covered their tracks rather nicely.

I may need the host computer to verify.

Excellent work, Steve.

I would say that warrants
a special deal on raffle tickets.

I'll go ten for ten bucks.

That's not a special deal.
That's just what they cost.

Straight talk.
Twenty tickets for a Jackson.

-[scoffs]
-Come on.

-Whatever. I'm sold out anyway.
-Me, too.

-I'll take 20.
-Forty.

[sighs in exasperation]

Blaine?

What... What did you do?

The deposit on my Freylich girl's brain
went through.

No offense, but when it comes to tables,
I prefer Noguchi to ping-pong.

Mom E doesn't let us
have food or drinks down here.

She made this for me herself
after I got her the new washer and dryer.

Whisper quiet, unlike her son.

Anyway. I need you to find our old friend
Dalton Earl Duke.

I have a business proposition for him.

You called me here just for that?

Of course not.

I thought we could catch up.

We hardly get any quality time anymore.

What happened to us?

I have a bar to run. By myself.

Yeah. How is the old Scratching Post?

You mean, Don E Be Goodz?

I get you're laying low,

but you could still help out in the back.

By doing what?

Invoices?

For instance.

At least just consider it.

Considered. No.

Okay, good catch-up. Now go.

Don E, go.

Oh!

And tell Mom E...

I'm ready for a refill.

Corporal Jones.

It says here you have flu symptoms.

It feels like I got hit by a truck.

Let me take a look.

I don't believe I've seen you before.

Congratulations, Doc. You're a zombie now.

If you wanna survive,
you need to do exactly what I say.

Welcome back, darling.

Congrats on arranging the summit.

Ambassadors and Senators
and generals, oh, my.

Well, don't congratulate me yet.

They agreed to come hear us out,

see for themselves that zombies
aren't slaughtering humans in the streets.

If they don't buy into Major's plan
they might just nuke us anyway.

It's gonna go great.

All right? You're smart,
you're focused and sexy.

But you know,
if we might get nuked at any minute,

wouldn't you like
to sail into the hereafter

behind the wheel of a classic American--

I already bought tickets from Liv.

-Did you?
-Yeah.

So, what're the chances
you reach an actual agreement

with our friends in the US government?

Slim.

One of the generals has a daughter
stuck here in Seattle.

He wants to see her,
and we can't find her.

Not good.

We'll still keep trying, but--

It's time! Hi, Zombie!
dropped 40 seconds ago.

Thank you.

[Major] So, how nervous
is the executive producer right now?

Well, since she's bet
her entire career on its success. Very.

-There it is!
-Oh.

Okay.

Here goes nothing.

[doorbell rings on TV]

Come on, Ed, it's just dinner.

They're the new neighbors,
we're being polite.

I know, it's just, every morning,

I go out to get the paper and Jeff waves
at me and goes, "Hi, zombie!"

-Ed, you are a zombie.
-[man on TV] Hello?

But you don't just say that!

Do I go up to Mrs. Maccani
and shout "Hi, Italian"?

Or when my boss gives me a deadline

am I like, "You got it, black guy!"

-Or when Mrs. Chan--
-Don't be so sensitive, Ed.

[both] Hi, zombies!

[girl on TV] Hi... humans.

[guard] All right, hold up the traffic.

[guard] It'll just be a few minutes,
ma'am. Thank you.

[Major] A free zombie state,

located on a remote island
in the Puget Sound.

My predecessor, Vivian Stoll,

was preparing it for the 300 zombies
she knew existed at the time.

Now we're looking to relocate
all 10,000 zombies to this--

Zombie Island?

It's ambitious,
but we believe this is our best solution.

Short of a cure,
which we're all working on.

You want me to ask voters
to spend their tax dollars

on dead people instead of live ones?

Senator.

He wants you to ask voters
to save the planet.

I understand your concerns.

But I believe
if we work together in good faith,

we can find a way forward
toward a more peaceful tomorrow.

Nootropics, huh?

I take these,
and I'm like the Limitless guy?

Steroids for your mind.

Your brain'll be kicking sand
in the face of all the weakling brains

down at Brain Beach.

They said you'd gone legit,

but this seems like
a pretty nice little scam.

It works. I get string theory now.

You can take a free sample, you'll see.

And the money?

Same as when I was
in the gourmet brain business,

just now I run with thought leaders
and entrepreneurs

instead of goons and killers.

I don't really miss
the smuggling business.

Mmm.

-So, what'd you wanna talk about?
-Smuggling.

[scoffs]

I need to talk to your old associates
in the black market brain biz.

I think I can offer something that
thought leaders and entrepreneurs can't.

Maybe your jacked-up brain
can wrap itself around this number.

I'll make a few calls.

Beanpole?

Beanpole, where you at, man?
We gotta move this stuff.

Come on, you junkie,
where'd you go off to now?

[Blaine] Scott E, get a move on, dude,
we're ready to roll out here!

I'm coming. Keep your pants on!

I'm surrounded by idiots.

...and so he says to him,
"My man, I'm glad you got a good price,

but those are not Ted Baker boots."

[laughs]

Man, so they weren't boots?

Dude, calm down.

What? He just told a story.

Whatever, we got drugs to sell,
fresh from the oven, let's go.

So, you heading to Nine Trolls?

Julien's got the skate-park covered.

Max Rager is throwing
a little soiree on the company yacht.

Think I'll swing by.

Dude, why not just say "boat party"
like a regular human?

Ah...

Because it's a soiree, Scott E.

I don't see why you like that guy.

What? He's fun.

[Ravi] Utopium. A certain batch.

Just anything relating
to a drug chemist called Beanpole Bob.

Any references between 2014 and 2015.

Great, thank you, Sergeant. Bye-bye.

Hiding behind phones

while I'm pressing flesh
and closing suckers?

Not how you win the sales game, my friend.

That was Clive's friend in Vice,

whom I've enlisted in my search
for that Beanpole Bob guy

and potentially a zombie cure.

Now I'll turn to the CDC's list
of Freylich kids Charli sent me,

which shows one kid here in Seattle,
whose life I'll now help safeguard.

So you really want
to go head-to-head with Renegade?

The Renegade in the saving lives area?

I saved more people
than that before breakfast.

[yawns]

-Oh, hi.
-Hi. Sorry I'm a bit early.

It's fine. Ravi, this is Martin Roberts.

Right. Martin Roberts...

Yep. Deadbeat dad.

About to make up for a 30-year absence
with one hot dog.

Wish me luck.

Good luck.

[clears throat]

[woman] Hello.

Hi, yes,
I'd like to speak to a Ms. Darcy Bennet?

My name is Ravi Chakrabarti
and I need to speak to her about--

-Dropped out?
-Yeah.

-When?
-Uh...

[Martin] After rehab,
I didn't have a ton of options.

Mom said that you traveled the globe

working for Doctors Without Borders?

Yeah. That was tough. You see things.

But for your soul?

I don't know.

Maybe a little pride
in doing something for the greater good.

But there was so much death,
so much suffering,

that I'm sure
I'll always be haunted by it.

[sniffs]

Are you all right?

Oh, it's seasonal, you know.

So, you're a zombie.

-You can tell.
-Yes.

Out and proud.

I admire that.

-What can I get you?
-Oh, extra peppers and hot sauce, please.

Make that two.

You're a zombie, too.

How did you get turned?

Aleutian flu shot, you?

I'm an OZ, I got scratched
at the Max Rager boat party.

[vendor] Here you go.

Oh!

So, when's the last time you used, Martin?

Congestion, flush, manual tremors?
I'm a doctor. I know the signs.

You're still on Utopium.

I know it must be disappointing
to learn your father is an addict.

No. This is on me.
Mom told me what you were,

and I tracked you down, anyway.

I don't know what I was expecting.

She'd be loving this.

But the thing of it is, Liv,

when I saw you at the door,
I don't know, it was like...

-You were the reason I needed.
-The reason?

Yes. The reason I needed to kick,
once and for all.

I don't think
I have anything left to give, Martin.

And if I wasn't a reason when I was born,

why would I be one now?

I have to go to work.

Take care of yourself.

[footsteps retreating]

Okay, if you all follow me,
we have lunch waiting,

and we can prepare
for the afternoon session.

[indistinct chatter]

Lillywhite, I thought we agreed
my daughter would be here.

I hoped she would, General.

But she chose not to come,
for her own reasons.

You know what this is, don't you?

It's a difficult situation.

It's a hostage situation.

You zombies are terrorists
holding a half million humans hostage

until you get what you want.

I don't even know why we're here.

The US government doesn't negotiate
with terrorists.

I've been biting my tongue a long time,
but, now?

Now that you couldn't produce my daughter?

I'm going to walk through
the rubble of Seattle.

I believe there are sandwiches
and drinks available in the commissary.

[sighs] I turned back, and he was just
standing there, looking so forlorn.

He could've gotten in
when the getting was good.

Them's the breaks.

[all chattering indistinctly]

Yeah. It's bad. Real bad.

We got the general manager in there.

Right.

[breathes deeply]

Let's rip his face off.

Ravi. No. I told you--

Clive, what do you want
to do with this case?

I want to close it.

But not in the way you're thinking,
so just, no.

Come on, Liv.

So Mr. Fischer, I understand
the Malevex 6 comes with a self-drive?

Amazing vehicle. The auto-pilot mode
is one of its many incredible features.

You could drive it to New York City
without lifting a finger.

You're not gonna hook this brick,
green pea.

[chuckles]

Never say never.

The auto-drive comes with factory presets,
correct?

Anyone with those
could access the auto-drive?

Well, I mean, conceivably.

You have access to the presets?

Yeah, but I'm not gonna
off my best salesman.

Rick Randall was a closing machine.

He won the annual sales competition
five years running.

Annual sales competition?

First place gets a Malevex 6,

second place gets a set of steak knives,

-last place a pink slip.
-Ooh.

-Fired?
-Rick always won.

It drove Stu Solano crazy.

-Who's Stu Solano?
-Second place, five years running.

Guy's got a lot of steak knives.

Let me guess. Bitter?

He's bitter, all right.
Rick stole Gina from him.

Rick's wife used to go out with Stu?

Mmm-hmm.

-She didn't mention that.
-I get it.

Why spread around
you were with a second place nobody?

Stu's good,
he just lacks a killer instinct.

Sales is a blood sport.

It sure is.

Rick cheated.

Bribed the desk for leads.
Stole them from the other salesmen.

I played to win but I played fair.

Far as I'm concerned, I won.

With the steak knives to prove it.

When Rick married your ex, Gina,

were you cool with that?

Gina?

She was more of a demo for me.

You know?

You want a guy with motive?

Take a look at Teddy Fischer.

Rick was gunning for Teddy's job
and everybody knew.

Especially Teddy.

[Rick] The best loser there is!
Bon voyage, Jack!

Are you a winner, Rick?

Or should I ask your wife?

[gasps]

Who's Jack?

Jack Klein? Used to work for Margo Ball.

Got old, got slow, got fired last year.

Sales, man. It's a blood sport.

Gentlemen, thanks for coming.

What I have for you is an invitation
to join a business venture.

This is not unlike the brain smuggling
you've done in the past,

only now the owner of the brain
will remain attached and alive.

So it's basically the same deal.

And the financial terms will reflect

this increase
in the unit weight transported.

You are each receiving a name
and an address

on the items you will be transporting.

You bring 'em in, you get paid,
you go get another.

Bergman Hall School for Girls?

Is this a kid?

They all are.

Or rather, teens,

who, let's be honest, are the worst.

So, you may need
to come up a little on the fee.

I already gave 'em the bump
for the extra weight.

You didn't mention they were kids.

Teens. Who,
other than the random passage of time,

are basically adults.

Why do they care?

Well, it's... It's a moral issue.

These guys?

Give me a second.

Okay, an extra $15,000 a head?

To cover the moral issue.

-Five.
-Thirteen.

Ten.

Okay, then.

Let's go round up some rugrats.

Huh? [laughs]

Clive, let me ask you a question.

You were in Vice.

How many people
who've been heavily-addicted for 30 years

turn themselves around?

Hmm. I know it happens.

That's good.

I've never seen it, though.

Hi. Seattle PD.
We're looking for Jack Klein.

What for?

I'm Jack. How can I help you?

We wanted to ask some questions
about the death of Rick Randall.

Like, how great it was, or...

Emily, honey...

Whatever. I'm late.

Call me if your practice runs late!

Dad, I'll text you,
'cause it's not 2003, okay?

[chuckles]

Come on in.

Yeah, I worked at Margo Ball for,
what, 23 years.

Must've hurt when they fired you
after all those years of service.

That whole place was toxic.

I mean, I feel sorry
for those miserable jerks.

Emily transferred back from USC,

so I get to see her a lot more
than I used to.

Get to see some of her field hockey games.

Plus, the coffee's much better at home.

[laughs]

I'm much happier here.

We looked over the sales numbers.

Looks like you slipped into last
after Rick closed a deal you originated.

-Were you aware of that?
-So what if he did.

What do they always say over there?
Sales is a--

Blood sport.

Right.

A witness said he heard you suggest

Rick should ask his wife something
the day you were fired.

What did you mean?

Not my finest moment.

What'd you mean?

Get this. Rick's wife, Gina,

she used to go around with Stu Solano.

-We're aware.
-Yeah.

But did you know that all along
she was two-timing with Teddy?

Teddy Fischer? The general manager?

See what I mean? Place is a snake pit.

Don't tell me I'm raging out!
I'm not raging out!

Your eyes are a little red, Ed.

I went swimming! It's from the chlorine.

You're darn right I'm furious!

But not because I'm a zombie!
It's because you're an idiot!

Peak TV my ass.

There's my girl!

Sorry to send in the heavy like this,

it's just, when I heard
people were looking for you,

I got a little worried
that my investment might be at risk.

Carl. You can go.

So, any idea
who our mystery caller might be?

My roommate took the call.

Said his name was, like,
Ralphie Sharkbuddy, or something?

And he was putting on
a fake British accent.

[chuckles]

I know him actually.

Accent's real.

[sighs] He wants your brain for science,
so I'd definitely steer clear.

It's probably best
that you just lay low for a while.

Lay low?

In here?

Yup.

I mean, being bored out of my mind
is not on my bucket list.

Okay.

There are other places we can stash you
that are a bit more lively.

Have you been to The Scratching Post?

I think we should get Gina
and Teddy back in here.

If they were having an affair,

and he knew Rick was gunning for his job,

they could've worked together.

I dunno. I say
there's something off about that Jack guy.

Liv, the man still owns a flip phone.

You think he can hack a Malevex?

Clive. Liv.

Ravi, whatever sales nonsense this is,
I'm just in no mood.

I've had a vision.

Rick walks out to his car,

finds his windscreen smashed...

That's it?

You call that a vision?

...and the words "Die Pig"
spray-painted on his hood!

I don't suppose you saw
who smashed his window and tagged his car.

Yeah, you never do.

I'll see if his insurance company
has any photos.

Boom. That easy.

Oh, and if you've got
a few more raffle tickets...

Actually, me too.

Twice whatever you're giving him.

No. No, no, no, no, no. No more tickets!

Just, no. No.

Uh-uh-uh!

Coffee is for closers.

[gasps]

Vice'll have more tickets.

Burrito Monday is officially canceled.

This sucks!

Owning a bar is supposed to be fun.

I shouldn't be doing grunt work.

God!

My life is the worst!

We could switch.

I'll run the bar,
and you can be the zombie prostitute?

And what the hell?

I thought we had a strict
"no love songs on the jukebox" policy.

-Who put this on?
-[Darcy] I did.

It happens to be my jam.

What, you don't like music?

I just think this song is a little cheesy.

Says the guy wearing that shirt.

What? No, it's...

bold.

-Could I get a beer?
-Could I see some ID?

Nope. I got this!

It's on the house.

No frickin' way!

Candy! Candy!

That's the girl

the matchmaker told me about. My soulmate.

She's out of my league, isn't she?

Oh, yeah. Way out.

But also, that's Blaine's Freylich girl.

Fatal brain disease.
She's gonna be dead any minute.

So, well,

sorry, I guess.

-[exhales]
-Turns out our dead guy Rick

did make an insurance claim
after his car was vandalized.

Yeah, he did.

Here's what's interesting.
These holes, here.

Whoever smashed it
used something with a rounded end

that punched through the glass.

-Like a baseball bat?
-Or a golf club?

Could be, could be, or...

A field hockey stick.

Jack's daughter?

Emily Klein.

Remember how happy she was
that Rick was dead?

She didn't strike me
as a girl with a dragon tattoo.

That so?

She happens to be
a computer science major at USC.

Expelled last year for hacking a blimp
during homecoming week

and programming it
to display lewd comments

about her ex during the UCLA game.

Now if you'll excuse me,

the closer is heading out
to make his collar.

This is the best part of my job.

Okay, so I smashed up
his precious Malevex.

The guy ruined my dad's life,
and I had to drop out of USC.

That doesn't mean I killed him.

Computer science major, robotics team.

And it wouldn't be your first time
hacking into a vehicle.

You know, the "Thanks for the HPV, Dave"
blimp incident.

He deserved that.

And Rick deserved it too, right?

I didn't kill Rick Randall.

Go ahead. Check the activity.

I have nothing to hide.

Fine. Let me get our guy in here.

[Ravi] She's gonna crack.

Then not only will I have closed the case,

I'd have crushed you
at raffle ticket sales.

Clive solved it.

You just told him
what you saw in a vision.

Pot meet kettle.

Besides, no way you can top my 320.

324!

I've still got two hours.

As do I. So how many trombones
would you like to play you your...

[imitating trombone] Womp-womps?

[Jack] Look, officer,
I just need to talk to my daughter.

Or that detective.

What's his name? Babineaux?

Please, my daughter is innocent.

She should not be in there.

Mr. Klein?

Please, Emily didn't do this.

I did.

You hacked the Malevex?

-Yeah.
-Huh.

Okay, I'll bite.

Why don't you tell Steve here
how you did it?

Okay. First, I emailed Rick a phish link

from a bogus Malevex support address

asking to update his firmware.

This link had a Trojan horse

that installed a backdoor
into the car's telematic control unit,

giving me access to the VPN.

How did you overwrite the shadow files?

I cracked 'em, downloaded firmware,

and n-mapped the script,
so I could view the cipher text

with a verbose switch.

That's one way to do it.

I spent all year
studying Emily's coding textbooks,

just so I could get back at Rick
for what he did to us.

I'll write it all down for you.

Just let me talk to my daughter, will you?

[Liv] So, if you're serious...

[Martin] I'm absolutely serious.

This one specializes in
long-term addiction.

This one pairs patients
with the right therapist.

They don't just send everybody
to the same guy.

I can't believe you're doing this for me.

Against my better judgment.

You're a good person, Liv.

Good people can't help themselves.

Okay, General, you're all set.

Hope you had a productive summit.

Senator Hoover?

So, go ahead
and roll your sleeve up for me.

What the hell?

You have just been scratched
and turned zombie.

Please remain calm.

This kit contains hair dye, self-tanner,

and brains to last till you arrive in D.C.

If you want to survive,

and you want this to stay secret,
you'll cooperate.

Await further instructions.

You work for us now.

Welcome back
to the United States, Senator.

Here ya go.

It's your turn.

Sorry?

Put something on the jukebox.

I wanna make fun of your song.

I'm kinda busy.

Whoa, when did it get so cold in here?

It's an automatic thermostat.

I mean, I kinda thought we had
a fun little moment earlier.

It's just, you know, I got a bar to run...

Ah. Got it. Okay.

Have a nice life.

All right...

[chuckles]

Uh, couple of weeks ago,
this matchmaker told me

that she knew a girl
who would be perfect for me.

And before I could get any more details,
she was murdered--

The girl?

No. The matchmaker.

And so,
I thought maybe you were that girl,

I mean, you've got
the skull tattoo, but, you know...

What?

But you're gonna die, like, any second.

-And, you know, I can't--
-Dude, we're all gonna die.

Just means I gotta get through
my bucket list faster than you.

But isn't the point
to just rock out till we clock out?

I guess when you put it like that.

So, like,
what's on this bucket list thing?

Well, for starters.

I've always wanted to be in a bar fight.

My song. It's perfect for the occasion.

[grunts]

It's happening.

Most definitely.

Are you sure we should do this?

We can get hurt.

-[glass breaking]
-What the hell.

Are you and Major in for dinner
with me and Peyton tonight?

I can't tonight. I'm seeing my dad.

Really?

I know. Probably a dumb idea.

But when has that ever stopped me before?

Congratulations!

-In your face!
-Suck it, loser!

You tied.

Maybe you can split it.

You know, I don't really care much
for biking anyway.

I don't have room for it. You take it.

[reporter on TV]
Liv Moore understood the stakes

when she took over Seattle's
largest human smuggling organization.

She was there when
her predecessor was executed.

She resuscitated the organization
when others believed

Fillmore-Graves's attempt at intimidation
had succeeded.

[reporter continues indistinctly]

You'll be pleased to know Riley's mission
was a success.

She got Spud out of the city
to scratch the doctor at the VA hospital,

and select delegates
have now been turned zombie.

Good, good.

Be careful with that one, sir.

She has a tendency to stick her nose
where it does not belong.

A real pain in the ass.

I've heard.

Just, I would hate
for a conflict of interest to arise.

Don't worry.

I know what I'm doing.

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