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Previously on iZombie...

The original batch
of Boat Party Utopium.

I get this to Charli at the CDC,

and we are one big step
closer to the cure.

Brains of Freylich Syndrome
victims are the cure.

Do you have any idea how much
those Freylich kids were worth?

Punch a hole in that wall.

These zombies have gone full Romero.

They're just standing there
like trained dogs.

Dad, I'm begging you. Don't do this.

Sir, I demand you tell me
if we are going or not.

Or what, Enzo?

No!

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Another beautiful day in New Seattle.

Shame the terminally ill kidnapping
victims can't go sight-seeing.

Help yourselves to scrambled eggs.

Red bowl with brains,
green bowl without.

No classes today, kids.

That tutor you all loved,
he was lying to us

and helped with a plan to spread
zombieism outside the wall.

Yes, my long-lost dad, the drug addict
who accidentally created zombies,

was one of the masterminds,

but he had a change of heart right
before I watched him get killed.

Can I, uh, help you with this?

Thanks, I'm good.

Radical humans want zombies dead.

Radical zombies want humans dead.

There's still a threat
we'll all be nuked,

and, oh, yeah, the city
is running out of brains.

- Everything okay?
- Yup.

I want to lay down right here,
in this very spot and never move.

But I won't. The cure is coming.

I have to believe that
everything is gonna be okay

because what's the alternative?

Well, isn't that just beautiful?

You are a true hero, General Mills.

I've given you the tools, Ms. Durkins.

Now it's up to you to use them.

It's time to annihilate those monsters.

Don't mind if I do.

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Looks like someone's got his monthlies.

Feeling a little crabby?

Charli called. The cure isn't coming.

What? What are you talking about?

We sent her the tainted Utopium.

Saxon's been working with

this big pharma company, MediVec,

and apparently,
instead of making a cure

they realized there's more
money to be made

in some kind of chronic treatment.

Saxon sold out.

He can't do that.

I gave them the tainted Utopium.

He has total control.

Can't Charli just get it back?

Saxon kicked her off the project.

What he's doing isn't exactly
on the up-and-up with the CDC.

And he knows

if I got the formula
for the tainted Utopium,

I can make the cure myself.

So he moved the project

to a high security building.
She can't get access.

They haven't even figured out
the treatment protocol yet.

It could be months before it's ready.

We can't wait months. Don't they
understand what's happening here?

They don't care!

They could just cure everyone now.

They could just cure everyone
and all this would be over.

Are you not listening to me?

It is out of our hands. It is over!

- I screwed up, I trusted the wrong...
- No.

If Charli can't get us the
formula, we get it ourselves.

We'll get it?

Someone has to.

What, so, uh, you wanna leave Seattle,

travel undetected to Atlanta,

break into a high security
building and steal the formula?

I am done being
screwed over and lied to.

I'm done watching people
I care about get killed.

We keep fighting
and trying to fix things,

and it's always two steps forward,
40 back, and I'm done with it.

I want this over on our terms!

This doesn't end with Saxon and some
company profiting from zombieism.

It ends with us saving Seattle
and getting our lives back.

Okay.

We need to know everything there
is to know about this building.

It's called Zone 19.

I know they have retinal scans.

When we started working with MediVec,

Gladys from HR had us all do a scan.

But I got booted off the project
before I ever went inside.

They have retinal scans, Liv.

I cut off a dead guy's hand once

for fingerprint access
to a secret lab elevator.

Well, Major cut it off,

but I carried it around on my belt.

I'm not backing away
from a retinal scan.

Well, I do know a janitor
who works in Zone 19, Darrell.

I don't really know him.

He's just always super flirty
with me even though he's married.

This is good.

Flirty Zone 19 janitor
who likes you is good.

You could, like,

subtly pump him for inside information.

Oh, I've tried.

The only scoop I got is that
there's a racist security guard

who thinks Darrell
and the other black janitor

are the same guy,
and he calls them both "Chief."

I'm not really great with, I guess, uh,

men.

We can do a Cyrano thing,
with like an earbud,

and you can help her seduce
the information out of him.

Or maybe while he's chatting her up

she could plant, like, a GoPro
on his mop bucket or something.

- What?
- To get video of Zone 19

so we can see the layout.

That's what you're pitching?

You're confident we'll get
through a retinal scan

and that's what you're pitching?

We're brainstorming.
There are some good ideas.

- Like the one I had.
- And some not so good ideas.

- Yours.
- Which inspire better ideas.

Oh, my God. Spy pen.

Mmm. Looks like you need a keycard
to get in this part as well.

Stop chatting to the
buxom lab tech, Darrell,

and show us more security measures.

Yeah, kudos to Charli for
planting that spy pen so quickly.

And to me for having great ideas.

I guess he's in
the janitor's closet now.

Oh, the lab tech's in there.

What, is he hugging her?

Looks like.

Oh, he pushed her away.

Now he's hugging her again.

And pushing her away.

Back in for a hug

Out with a... Oh, my God.

Is he...

That thrusting spy pen's

making me a bit motion sick.

I guess this footage
isn't all that helpful.

Wait. Didn't Charli say he was married?

They have the cure
but they're not sending it?

The cure isn't coming?

It's sort of coming.

We're going to Atlanta to
break into the CDC and get it.

Well, we're breaking in to get
the formula for tainted Utopium.

Which is the only
ingredient we're missing.

The formula is on a
thumb drive in a vault.

In a high security satellite
building called Zone 19.

We were able to get
some inside information

from my friend Charli.

Then we kind of blackmailed
a philandering janitor

into giving us the full scoop.

Here's what we know so far.

Relax, Major.

It's much worse than you think.

The formula is in a vault
that only Dr. Saxon has access to.

To even get into that room,

you have to pass through a
series of security checks.

The first is a keycard
which can't be copied,

and if it's lost the entire
system will be reset.

His photo comes up on a security cam.

This only gets him into the outer room.

Next, he has to pass
more security cameras

to get to the second
of three checkpoints,

where he has to pass a retinal scan.

And this leads him to a vault
that only Saxon can access.

We have no way of knowing
how he accesses it.

We suspect it's by DNA,

possibly from saliva,
could be from blood.

If any one of these systems is set off,

it will activate a lockdown.

Quick question.

Is any of that true

or are you just doing
the Tom Cruise monologue

from Mission Impossible one
for your own amusement?

Both.

Are you guys actually
thinking of going to do this?

We're going to do this.

We just need some help planning it.

That's where you guys come in.

Clive, you must know something
about security systems, right?

And Major, you have
special ops training.

Not to mention cool military gadgets.

You're here to poke holes
in everyone's ideas,

make sure we're not
doing anything stupid.

Oh, okay. Well, then
let me start by noting

that you are talking
about a major heist.

Yeah, you'd need an
Ocean's Eleven- styled team

of highly skilled criminals

- to pull this job off.
- Yes.

Yeah, at least some
kind of hacker genius.

And there's always the con
man, the safe cracker.

The pickpocket, the computer guy.

You guys aren't
highly skilled criminals.

No, we're not. We're zombies.

We don't need Ocean's
Eleven to do this job.

We just need the right brains.

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Clearly, American Ninja Warrior brain.

We basically have to do a
high-wire obstacle course

through the labs of Zone 19.

One ninja warrior,
we'll be able to climb walls.

Look, I'm just saying Cirque du
Soleil is a bit more stealthy.

We have to climb without being seen.

We don't know what role they had.

They could've been a mime.

Can I ask you a question
about the menu?

The Cirque du Soleil acrobat
is an actual acrobat, right?

That's what it says on the menu.

Do you know what show they were from?

They had a starring role in O,
they only ate grass-fed beef

and they died peacefully
in their sleep.

We should just get both.
Let's get both.

Mmm-hmm.

We'll have the ninja and acrobat to go.

Just cold, no sauce or anything.

Classy.

Acrobat brain, huh?

New man in your life?

I'll take that glare as a "No."

It's probably for the best.

You're not that great
with boyfriends, are you?

Speaking of acrobats, though,

how's Peyton?

Madly in love with me.

You should probably try
to get over her at some point.

Uh-huh.

That's a good cover, Doc.
I almost bought that.

Oh, that was genuine cockiness

because I'm going to spend the rest
of my life with Peyton Charles.

And you're probably gonna spend
the rest of yours with him.

Bon appe-don't let the door hit
you in the ass on the way out.

Keep the change.

His hair makes me so angry.

Oh, Major gave us these earbud things

so we can talk to each other
Mission Impossible style.

Voice-activated throat microphones!

- Hey!
- Hey.

I went to see the manager at Le Dome.

In exchange for the remoulade recipe,

he hooked me up with an off-menu
brain, Russian hacker.

Well, I've got some more
off-menu items.

John Amato, grand theft auto, deceased.

Liam Monteaux, grand theft auto
and larceny, deceased.

They're all buried inside the wall.

I don't know if this is true,

but Google said brains
last up to ten years

if the body is embalmed
and in a coffin.

The real get is Angelo De Marco,
pickpocket, con man, petty thief.

Rumor was he could take the
diamond out of an earring

without removing the earring.

The rotting brain of a dead pickpocket.

This is the nicest thing
anyone's ever given me.

Um, I wish I could do more.

Oh, I arrested Liam Monteaux once.

So if you use him get ready for
visions of me rocking a mustache.

Yeah.

You're leaving in the morning?

Yeah. Road trip.

So I guess I'll see you guys.

You know,
when we get back with the cure,

there goes your zombie partner.

What are you gonna do without me?

I don't know.

Was that a, uh,
"I'm sorry you're gonna die" hug?

I think he was crying a little.

You haven't seen the last
of us, Clive Babineaux.

We hope.

Great. Bubba.

Bringing me the name of the miscreant

who took my valuable Freylich children.

I don't have a name.

Then please see this carrot chopping

as the thinly veiled threat it is,

- and turn around and go and get me...
- I got a picture.

Okay. Moving in the right direction.

Warehouse next door to where they
got snatched had some cameras.

Got a hold of the footage
and I saw this.

It's kinda fuzzy but...

Ravi Chakrabarti.

Works for the city morgue.

Find him, follow him,
and once you have the kids,

kill him.

I'm really glad we're at
this place in our relationship

where we can dig up graves
together without having to talk.

We are easy like Sunday morning.

Let's take a moment
to honor how far we've come.

From fresh-faced kids
picking out china patterns

to zombie exes
grave-robbing felon brains.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

I don't think Clive thinks
we're making it back.

He's just nervous.
He doesn't want to see you get hurt.

Isn't that your thing?

Hey, you're not itching
for me to get hurt.

- Of course not.
- Exactly.

I know that what Ravi
and I are doing is crazy,

but we have to try.

You have to do more than try, Liv.

You have to succeed.

Fate of the world and all that.

Yeah. Sorry,

I guess I'm kinda waiting

to get hit over the head
with that shovel

and wake up duct-taped
to a chair in your basement

"for my own good."

One time! I kidnapped you one time.

Lest we not forget, you turned
me into a zombie to save my life.

And you stopped
bitching about it never.

All right, let's just say that, um,

we've both done a lot of
well-intentioned crap to each other,

but here we are.

Still here.

Let this be our official restart.

Sounds good.

Fresh start before I head off
to meet my untimely end.

If I didn't know better
I'd think you were nervous.

I'm not.

I feel much safer knowing
that you're gonna do this.

Think of all the things you've done.

Your alias is freaking "Renegade."

You are a badass.

You got this.

I went to see Michelle
and baby Jacob today.

That's nice.

Deadbeat Shane still hasn't even
called to ask after his son.

Sweaty Steve.

- Excuse me.
- Steve Reinhardt.

I arrested him
for involuntary manslaughter

but he'd done time for robbing banks.

So he's not great at bank
robbing 'cause he got caught.

Yeah. Good point.

I'm not 100 percent sure he's dead.

I gave them what I could find,

but that's not the main guy, you know.

I mean, they need the Clooney.

What's Ocean's Eleven
without George Clooney?

Ocean's Ten with Brad Pitt.

Can I please tell you
what the real problem is?

You're the Clooney.

Dale, I'm not...

They're not robbing casinos.

They're going to get
the cure for zombieism.

We're having a baby in a few weeks.

Can you please go out and make sure
that the world is safe for her?

I can't leave you.

Is there any part of you that isn't
sure that I can take care of myself?

No.

So, go save the world.

Look, I'll come by
at least twice a day.

Let them outside to pee,
fill their water bowls.

Can we be serious for a second?
If something happens to me...

Yeah, I'll be curled up in a ball
on the floor and useful to no one,

so don't let anything happen, okay?

Take care of Ravi, please.

I'm probably gonna marry the guy.

Well, now I know
your ass is coming back.

Damn right, it is.

I thought Major was kidding about
coming out through a closet.

What are you doing here?

I figured if you're gonna
eat a bunch of criminals,

you should have some
law enforcement with you.

And it'll give me one last
hurrah with my partner.

"S." Partners.

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It's not like I'm against us

lurking around and
watching Peyton Charles,

but why?

It's been three days and
no one's seen Chakrabarti.

Not at work, not at home.

So I figure we follow
his favorite thing,

maybe she'll lead us to him.

I can't believe
she bought Time 4 Tacos.

Darcy loved Time 4 Tacos.

Looks like she's not the only one.

Here's what I don't get.

How in the hell did the Ricky
Gervais face-making-knob

bag a woman like that?

The guy ain't rich,
he's barely a doctor.

I mean, yeah, the hair,
whatever, and I guess the accent.

But I do have to say,

the sweater and the cords
thing sometimes works for him.

I don't get it.

That door leads directly into this bay.

And no other doors in or out.

And she's gone.

Okay.

Where'd she go?

It was supposed
to be a moment of healing

but violence erupted as zombie
and human friends of Sloane Mills

gathered to pay their respects.

A memorial for a zombie
who killed a bunch of humans

didn't seem like an
opportunity to unite everyone.

When I told you
to send a security detail,

I thought maybe
there'd be some protests.

Yes, it went a bit further than that.

Do we know who's responsible?

Looks like it was Dead Enders.

They came in shooting
with full auto weapons.

Our guys didn't stand a chance.

Any survivors?

No, I'm afraid not, sir.

Where the hell did they
get that kind of firepower?

Sir. We're getting reports of
zombies rioting in the streets.

Windows broken at Warmbloods.

Perfect. Just what they wanted.

I want everyone geared up.

I want a team on the scene securing
order, I want to double our patrols.

They want to start a war.

Let's not give them the satisfaction.

Okay, Hot-lanta, let's do this.

Our target, Gladys Tinkerton.

Head of HR for the CDC,
who Charli describes as "mousy."

I'll lift her keycard
and get it to Ravi,

who will access her office computer

and switch Charli's retinal
scan to read as Saxon's.

All you gotta do is keep her
occupied and out of her purse

till he gets it back. Got it?

Yeah. I'm the Clooney, I got it.

What a bunch of chumps.

Oh! Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

Okay, first order of business.

- Find the bar.
- Find Gladys.

I need you to focus
on the task at hand.

You know how many tasks
I can focus on at once?

I clocked Gladys when I walked in

while pinching two wallets
and this watch.

Is that my watch?

Worry about your own focus.

As I was saying,
first order of business, bar.

Then I need eyes on me.

Once I fan the mark,
I'll tug my dress strap.

Left strap means leather in the pit.
Right strap, the prat.

Both straps, I'm legit
adjusting my dress.

I can dip without a stall
if you'd rather be my runner.

But if I'm working single,
I'll need to find a spot to dump my poke

'cause I can't fit
much more in this bra.

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry.

I haven't even had a drink yet.

Seriously, bar, now.

Can we please find Gladys?

What did it look like I was just doing?

- Hang onto these for a second.
- Is this...

- When did you...
- Could you hang on to this for me?

It's pinching me like crazy.

What are you... What the...

We are in the south now.

You don't put stolen jewelry
in a black man's pocket.

It's not in your pocket.

I just made a terrible mistake.

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You can't leave her alone.

She checks her purse, sees she's
missing her phone and key, we're beat.

I need you on her
like bald on a bowling ball.

How about parking closer?

You should
be faster and have longer legs.

How long will the download take?

It will take as long as it takes.

Just...

Do me a favor, hang on to this for me.

Before the boy scout
makes me return everything.

I'll split 80-20 for your silence.

- 50-50.
- 70-30.

I drive away now and give you nothing.

Fine. 50-50.

You better be careful on this brain.

Your attitude will blow
this whole operation.

Pfft.

Another "pfft" from you,
we're gonna tussle.

Pfft.

So Aaron, Jones, Maddux,
Glavine and Smoltz?

Are all your cats named
after Atlanta Braves?

- I can't believe you got that.
- Of course I got that.

- Do people not get that?
- No. Um...

- Do you want to see pictures of them?
- No!

Oh, okay.

I mean, of course I do.
I love pictures of cats,

but I'm really amazing at
guessing what pets look like

by their names.

Yeah, it's a weird talent.

Oh, well, I...

love weird talents.

- Tell me more.
- Okay. Um,

Aaron is an orange tabby.

Oh, my God.

You are a man after my own heart.

You watch the Great British Bake
Off, you like cats.

Got that ass on you.

I would climb you like a mountain.

- Oh. Well, that's...
- I should go.

- Should I go?
- No! Stay.

You have to let me
guess the rest of your cats.

Oh, I could just curl up
in your lap and purr.

But I should go, right?

I should go? The purring
thing was too much?

No. Purring is fine.

Who doesn't like purring?

Actually, I'm really a growler.

Ooh.

Oh.

Do you wanna get out of here?

Uh, you know what?

I've got a better idea.

Can I help you?

I got call for third floor ladies room.

Gladys Tinkerton.
"Toilet's full. Not flush.

Bad smell. Call at 4:14."

- And you're getting here now?
- Are you only customer?

Do I sit by phone and wait for
only toilets here to back up?

Just give me a second.

This is Mike from CDC security.
Is this Gladys?

Did you call for a plumber?

Oh, yeah, the third floor ladies room
is backed up like you wouldn't believe.

Total nightmare. Thanks.

Yes!

Oh, yeah!

Yeah!

Ravi?

Ravi Chakrabarti?

You have me confused with someone.

Uh, I'm sorry.
Are you really gonna pull that?

Oh, my God. You don't
even remember me, do you?

You don't remember having a
really amazing first date with me?

Charming me into bed and
then never calling me after?

The problem was me. I was too immature.

I wasn't ready for someone like you.

I wish someone would
just be honest with me for once.

I mean, it's not like
I fell in love with you.

I didn't even remember
you being Russian.

You are too needy, so...

Hey, are you finished in the bathroom?

We're kind of in the middle
of something here.

Go on.

You are attractive girl.

With confidence, more attractive.

Hmm? Know your worth.

Thank you for honestly
answering my question.

I wish you all the best.

Hmm.

Hey, Magic Mike!

Ravi's back with the card.
Where's your mark?

I'll get the card. You stall her.

Gladys.

Gladys.

Where you going?

You're a tease.

I booty called my building manager.

Hey. Hey!

I saw you flirting with my man,
how he was coming on to you.

Yeah?

I'll be thinking about that all night.

You're welcome.

You had one job.

Yes!

- Oh.
- Oh, my God.

I'm so sorry.

Oh, you're five minutes late.
It's fine.

I'm feeding the kids cereal for dinner

and letting them beat me at poker.

What?

Peyton Charles losing?

That just doesn't seem right.

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- You don't have to do this.
- Sure I do.

See, your boyfriend
took something that was mine.

That doesn't sit well with me.

"Something"?

They're human beings, they're kids.
They're not yours.

You really don't think a human
being can't belong to someone?

Blaine.

Blaine, please.

You're gonna beg me now, Peyton?

Is that where we're at?

I'm not letting you take them.

Sweetheart, you don't have a choice.

You're gonna kill me, huh?
That's how important money is to you.

You're gonna shoot me.

Pretty, pretty, pretty.

I don't have to kill you.

No, no, no, no.

Him, I had to kill.

Well, ish.

You?

Wait.

Were you...

Sweetie, honey, baby.

Were you still secretly
hoping I was a good guy?

Yeah. I was, too.

Holy crap!

You were serious about that closet!

Dude, how do we not have one of these?

Wait, is there more of them?

I don't think everyone's
gonna fit in the van.

We'll make room.

Worst-case scenario...

You can sit on my lap.

So the entire block

from Fifth Avenue to Spring
Street is a war zone right now.

We take the perimeter,
apprehend anyone armed.

Something you wanna say, Ames?

All due respect, sir,

but our people have
a right to be angry.

Our mission isn't to take sides.

Lives are at stake here,
humans and zombies alike.

Stay focused.

Get to cover!

Hands up! You're surrounded.

Don't shoot, don't shoot!

- Zombie bastards!
- We got it. Let's go.

Come on.

I want these men taken alive.

Yes, sir.

Figured I'd run into you eventually.

Your weapons are pointed
the wrong way, gentlemen.

This war has just begun.

The future of our species is at stake.

You can die here
for the sake of this...

leader.

Or you can live to fight
by my side for zombie-kind.

That is the choice.

Ames, with me. That's an order!

I'm sorry. It's the only way.

Look at the zombie lives I just saved.

Except for one, of course.

Load up.

We have work to do.

Okay, so here we go again.

Last night's pre-heist heist,
was it flawless? No.

Did we kick ass and take names?
Metaphorically, we did.

Are we finished? Not by a long shot.

This is the big show, gang.
So let's review.

First, Ravi hacks the security cameras.

Done already. Easy-peasy.

I'm not slow like you.

Second, thank the saints,
we eat new brains.

Because this one
is getting on my last nerve.

Pfft!

Pfft!

Clive enters through the
front, past the racist security guard

who thinks all black men look the same.

By now, the brains are kicking in

and it's time for Ravi and I
to show Zone 19 who's boss.

It's all you, buddy.
It's go time, you got this.

- You got this!
- We got this together!

But you really got this.
I'm with you, man.

It's go time.

Once inside, we'll make our
way through the main building.

We rendezvous with Charli
and Clive in the storage area.

Then use Charli's retinal scan
to access Saxon's restricted lab.

It's a little anti-climatic, actually.

So, yeah.

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You owned that.

- You owned that so hard!
- Thank you.

Oh!

Happy to help.

Charli.

Thank you.

- We couldn't have done this without you.
- No way.

You just...

- You just owned that so hard.
- Yeah.

You're welcome.

You okay?

You're gonna have some
brain tubes soon, right?

That looks like the vault.

Well, all right then.

Let's hope this works.

We're making an easy
ganache. We're gonna let this melt.

This is gonna take about ten to 15
minutes for the chocolate to melt.

Good evening, Seattle.
I am Enzo Lambert,

the new commander of Fillmore Graves.

For too long,
zombies have lived in fear

of human extremists attacking
our kind with impunity.

This stops now.

These men helped ambush and murder
some of my comrades this very day.

Under the previous regime,

they would have been
turned over to the police.

This method of deterrence
has proved ineffective.

So, starting today,

terror will be met with terror.

Come!

- Please.
- Don't do this, please.

Oh, my God, no.

I'm begging you, please.
No, no, no, no.

- Scratch him.
- No, please, don't!

Oh, my God.

No, please! Oh, my God.

Oh, no. No!

Oh, God! Oh, God!

To the humans of Seattle,
if you allow us to live in peace

we will do the same.

To the United States
government, and the world,

you have long held the threat of
the nuclear option over our heads.

As you see, with our new breed
of zombie soldiers...

We now have
a nuclear option of our own.

There it is. It's war.

Get out there,
recruit every human you can.

If they have a pulse and a god,

I want them holding a weapon.

Sir, there is no way someone
got in here without us knowing.

I got a call that someone broke in.

It's better safe than sorry.

Come on, come on!

Thank God.

We knew it would be impossible
to get into that vault.

So we figured
we'd have you do it for us.

Yeah, and I'm the one who called you
to say someone broke into your lab.

My American accent's on point.

Okay. Look, I was wrong.

- You think so?
- I shouldn't have kept

you out of the loop. I was greedy.

But there is some real money to be
made here, enough for all of us.

Do you know how many people
will die without that cure?

We can't save everyone!

How about coming out
on top for once, Ravi?

Oh...

You're thinking about it, aren't you?

No! Ravi!

We have it, Ravi. It's over!

We did it.

Mission possible, baby.

Holy crap, we really did it.

- Clive, we did it.
- We did do it.

We should get out of here

before he regains
consciousness and we undo it.

Major, it's me. We got the
formula and we're heading back.

We just need the Max Rager from
Fillmore Graves, and then...

We've got the cure.

That's great. Really great news.

I could use some good news.

Sorry, we gotta run before
security gets here so just...

Right. Just, uh, get the Max Rager

from the storage area
in Fillmore Graves.

Don't worry.

I'll get it.