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Previously on iZombie...

Blaine, you figured out a way to
turn the whole country zombie.

Our prisoner was turned
into a zombie last night.

Someone knew where he was.

[Chase] I've heard rumors that
our own men are skimming brains

and selling them
on the black market.

There is one name
I know, Russ Roche.

Russ managed to get his
hands on a weapon

and escape.

- Whose weapon did he take?
- Mine, sir.

- [Liv] Isobel is immune.
- Maybe she's the key to finding a vaccine.

[Isobel] I wanna go out knowing
that my life had meaning.

Liv, Ravi.

I love you guys.

I can't. Not yet.

Fair enough.

Tomorrow it is then.

I need time to conduct tests
on Isobel's brain anyway.

I feel like I'm getting close
to a vaccine.

Take as much time as you need.

Hey.

- You manage to get some sleep?
- Not really.

You two see the latest tweet from the
official Fillmore-Graves account?

[Ravi] What fresh hell?

Human smuggler Curtis Lim
will be executed

in two days unless Renegade surrenders
to @FillmoreGravesUS authorities.

Liv.

You understand, you are
too important to the railroad.

You cannot turn yourself in.

[Ravi] You are
too valuable to me,

to the city,
and to the people who love you.

Repeat after me,
“I will not turn myself in

to Fillmore-Graves.”

I won't turn myself in.

[theme music playing]

[Jordan] Major.

Give me a minute,
someone's at the door.

[knocking at door]

Lillywhite.

Captain Hobbs.

- This is...
- Unexpected?

I was looking
for a stronger word.

Come in.

Listen, what happened to those
soldiers in your unit last night...

Chase crossed a line, I'm sorry.

All of this violence,
this unrest,

we're losing the few friends
we have in Washington.

Our allies need a sign
that we're righting the ship.

We need new leadership.

Well, if you want literally
the worst job in America...

- I'll support you.
- [sighs]

[clears throat] No.

Fillmore-Graves has never been
led by a pencil pusher.

A soldier leads Fillmore-Graves.

A soldier respected by the men and
women who make up our fighting force.

A soldier like you.

[Jordan] Who was it?

Captain Hobbs.

What did that
whiny kiss-ass want?

- Soup?
- Suffer.

He wants to overthrow Chase and
install me as the new commander.

I meant what did that brilliant
strategist and white knight

of the rebellion want?

Put the thought
out of your mind.

You'd have the backing
of the soldiers.

You're the guy who could do it.

- I don't want it.
- You see the latest tweet from the Fillmore-Graves account?

Mmm-mmm.

Chase is gonna execute some human
smuggler unless Renegade surrenders.

Good luck on that.

Like Renegade is gonna walk
in and say, “Here I am.

Let's get to head smashing.”

[Major] Chase is out of control.

If we're gonna
survive as a species,

as a force capable
of keeping the peace,

he's gotta go.

Lillywhite can't be trusted.

You've lost him, sir.

That's all, Captain Hobbs.

Sorry, just making sure Stan is all
set to take Curtis' girlfriend

for her sonogram.

You ever been to Spain?

Ah... [sighs]
Yeah.

Peyton had this Spanish boyfriend,
sophomore year of college,

Armando.

We all spent a week on
the coast of Majorca.

Beaches were so beautiful.

It was like the edge of the world,
just blue water and open sky.

Would've been nice
to have met you then.

- When were you there?
- In 2005.

I was in Spain somewhere
in 2005.

- Shut up.
- Yeah.

But I was in Barcelona.

I flew into Barcelona.

Maybe we passed
each other at the airport.

Nope.

[sighs]

I would've remembered you.

I doubt you'd remember a
girl you saw at the airport

- over ten years ago.
- Trust me, I would've.

There's probably hundreds
of guys that

remember you fondly as the
girl from the airport.

Or that girl from
the line at the DMV.

[scoffs]

See? Who's gonna
forget that?

[panting]

- [pops]
- [all cheering]

Hey, sista.

I think you were good with the
one you took 40 minutes ago,

how about taking a lap?
I'm paying you to mingle.

You really need
to stop yelling at me.

I am under so much
pressure right now.

You're taking a lap.

[scoffs]

Can you carry my purse?
And my drink.

And get me water.

Who wants a selfie
with the white girl?

[all cheering]

[sighs]

Major?

I was just working up
the courage to knock.

I should've listened to you.

You were right about Chase.

You were right about everything.

And now, you're turning
yourself in to save Curtis.

You're not gonna
talk me out of this.

I know, but I...

I wanted to say goodbye.

I wanted us
to part on good terms.

[cell phone vibrating]

- Hello?
- Ravi.

Is Liv with you?

Oh, God.

[car door opening]

[cell phone vibrating]

[beeps]

Hey, buddy.

Where are we?

Oregon.

What the hell, dude?

I've been ringing Major
and he won't pick up.

Yeah, he asked me to give you
a message when you showed up.

Did he?

He told me to tell you that
he took Liv out of Seattle

to keep her from surrendering.

Oh, yeah, and he told me
that Liv is Renegade.

- It's wild.
- Hold on, hold on.

By took her out of
Seattle, you mean...

He kinda kidnapped her.

He kidnapped her?

Any idea when he plans
on bringing her back?

Apparently Major is gonna
wait out Curtis' execution

and return with Liv once
it's too late to surrender.

- All right.
- But given the options,

I don't think this is
the worst news.

I appreciate the update.

Let me know
if you hear anything else.

- Bye.
- Bye.

Is Curtis gonna be okay?

- Murder solving time.
- You're here. Good.

I've got more details
from white girl's autopsy.

Yeah, I'm not going into that.

- Uh, cause of death was...
- Hammer to the back of the head.

Vampire Steve forwarded me the last
video found on McKenna's phone.

Taken in the bathroom
of The Scratching Post.

Take a look.

Is that a snuff boomerang?

Yeah the good news is, McKenna
probably saw who killed her.

Liv should make this a
quick one, where is she?

[exclaims]

Funny... Funny story.

She's been kidnapped.

It's not that funny.

By Major in a nice way.

Liv is Renegade.

Seattle's number-one
human smuggler.

Chase Graves is gonna execute one of
Liv's coyotes if she doesn't surrender.

I think I need to sit down.

Yeah, Major is keeping
Liv out of Seattle,

so she doesn't turn
herself in to Chase.

- Because she would.
- Indeed.

In the meantime...

“It's murder solving time.”

You're quite
the YouTube sensation.

You got the attention of
every zombie in the city.

They hang on your every word.

Not my words.

His.

But delivered with such panache
by his favorite apostle.

So...

Has the big man upstairs mentioned
anything about nuclear annihilation?

Nothing, why?

I've got drunk
Fillmore-Graves soldiers

at the bar every night babbling about the
government cutting off brain shipments.

They want to make us
extinct, Pop.

And once the brains are cut off,

either humans will destroy us because
they know we need their brains

or we'll wipe them out
because we're starving.

Unfortunately that second scenario...
[sighs]

Well, that ends with an A-bomb.

There's a reason the government
has evacuated everybody

in a 30-mile ring
around New Seattle

Now is the time to act.

- Begin slaughtering humans?
- No.

Send your flock
out into America.

Have them scratch, bite,
fornicate, feed.

Turn half the world zombie
leaving the other half as food.

- Make your prophecy come true.
- It's too soon.

And the ways out of the city are too
well-guarded, landmines, machine guns,

tanks...

[sighs]

For such a momentous
undertaking I need a sign.

Is it impossible
that the sign is me?

Telling you that we're on
the eve of destruction?

The Lord will point me
in the right direction.

[timer dings]

Olivia?

[Liv] Just a moment, darling.

[sighs]

Now doesn't that
just look marvelous?

Not as marvelous as you, dear.

I may have freshened up a bit.

I found this
in the bedroom closet.

I sure hope the lady of the house
won't mind my borrowing it.

You could've packed an overnight
bag for me, you stinker.

Why, I don't even
have a nightie.

Can you ever forgive me?

You know, I've fixed the broken front
step and brought in the firewood.

Well, I think that
deserves another martini.

So, who does live here?

This is a safe house operated
by Fillmore-Graves, darling.

[radio static]

One of our married couples lives
here, and I can't for the life of me

figure out where they've gone.

Then we'll pretend it's ours
till they return.

If we wind up staying, we could put a
tomato plant right outside that window.

♪ Only you ♪

[laughs]

Now, what will
the neighbors think?

There are no neighbors.

It's just us.

How I've missed
being held in your arms.

Aw, that's just the gin talking.

No, it isn't. It's me.

Isn't it?

You sneaky pete, those
brain tubes we ate

weren't the regular kind,
were they?

They come courtesy of a blissfully
happy married couple who died together

at the ripe old age of 95.

I always did want
to grow old with you.

[laughs]

I know it's not real, but I'm
having too much fun to care.

Now, the brain isn't
in total control

and the truth is...

I'm rather fond of you,
you big Magilla...

That suits me just fine.

♪ My one and only you ♪

♪ One and only you ♪

[hip-hop music playing]

I'm gonna ask you one
more time to button that.

I'm proud of my body and if I
wanna show it, I'm going to,

no one is making you look.

Can you find
the bathroom for me?

No.

Well, can you come with
me to find the bathroom?

- No.
- Then why are you even here?

I was serious about you
buttoning that shirt.

There he is, let's go.

Watch how weird he is to me.

[clears throat]

Got a couple more questions for you, Mr.
Eberhard.

- Oh, let's not.
- [Ravi] Wow.

You're throwing shade at me when
I've literally been nothing

but nice this whole time.

- Stop.
- You saw how he was to me.

Okay.

Correct me if I'm wrong, Doc, but usually
when a man's shirt is that open,

someone's coming at his chest
with crash pads.

I don't engage in hate speech,

so I have no response for you.

Can you see if
they have coconut water?

We have a video of McKenna being
hit with a hammer while...

Shh, shh, stop, I need you.

What the hell are you doing?

I can feel you comparing
me to Olivia now.

And you're coming up short.

[gasps]

Is he having a vision?

I think he's staring at his
reflection in the beer tap.

[sighs]

Yep.

What? Did I not blend
my contour?

This is why I can't trust you.

You seemed pretty lost
in thought there.

You are so obsessed with me.

I'm over this place,
we should go.

I know who we're looking for.

I don't get why I'm here.

My colleague had a vision
of you fighting with McKenna

at The Scratching Post, during
the white par p last night.

I remembered you from the time you had
your tongue down my friend's throat.

Unfortunately.

Put my tongue down a lot of throats,
you'll have to be more specific.

What was your fight
with McKenna about?

She was a zombie.

The perfect specimen
of God's chosen people.

And then, she paid $14 million
dollars to return to a human state.

To walk away from God's grace.

Then capitalized on our culture,

our style, our look.

Brother Love said becoming a zombie
means God chose you for immortality.

Who is this Brother Love?

- He's a prophet.
- Oh, good.

We should probably talk to him.

Here.

He told us that
she is an apostate.

[Brother Love] The cure,
the cure for what exactly?

For domination?
For immortality?

For basking in the warmth and the
loving gaze of a vigilant god?

[all cheering]

She must be cleansed
of this Earth.

[all cheering]

You notice anything?

That he somehow got 10,000 views
even though he's super old.

No, no.

The hammer, yeah,
I saw the hammer.

The killer used a
hammer, I'm not blind.

And guess what?

I'm not gonna guess.

Jim Jonestown here
is Blaine DeBeers' father.

That's weird, but I don't know
what it means.

But did it sound to you like he just
told his congregation to kill this girl?

This apostate.

[laughs]

The people who own this house
could be home at any minute.

What would they think if they
found us necking in their parlor?

That I'm the luckiest guy
in the world.

I know you said we're in Oregon.

But it feels more
like cloud nine.

This is how it could
always be for us.

We are not the problem, it's the rest
of the world that mucks everything up.

What if we leave all that behind?
Ignore the rest of the world.

- Let's never go back.
- How will we eat?

There have to be cemeteries
around here somewhere.

- I'll buy a shovel.
- Well, what about money?

I'll work, I'll pick apples,
I'll sell vacuums door-to-door.

I just wanna be with you.

And gosh, if Ravi finds
a cure some day,

we can go back to the way things
were before any of this happened.

Before boat parties,
before zombie outbreaks.

I'd be your fiancee again.

You could be my wife.

Mrs. Major Lillywhite.

Well, that sounds
perfectly lovely.

Almost perfect.

We're out of Tom Collins mix.

Oh, there has to be
some somewhere.

I'll go take a look.

My hero.

Now where in the Sam Hill...

Really, darling, what
would you do without me?

What?

[zombies snarling]

These are our people.

You have a lovely home.

It says Fillmore-Graves stopped
sending brain tubes.

They were afraid they'd go
Romero and hurt somebody.

They decided Jeff would shoot
Tammy and then himself

but he couldn't
bring himself to do it.

Couldn't bear the idea of living
without her even for a moment.

[door opens]

[sighs]

We sit on the other side.

This side's better.

Thanks for joining us,
Mr. McDonough.

Please.

Call me Brother Love.

That, sir, is unlikely.

Very well.

Apparently, the unis couldn't bring
themselves to frisk a man of the cloth.

Even when that cloth
is splattered in blood.

Now, we can begin.

[sighs]

Okay, I don't like him,
but I don't hate the cape.

Blessed is he
with a white streak.

You must visit
our church and be baptized.

For we who taste,

can see.

You people wouldn't understand.

He did not just say that.

Can we help you with something?

Sneaky, sneaky Babineaux.

But no zombie case slips by me.

Our victim was a human, we haven't
charged a zombie suspect.

As of late, accusations are being
thrown at zombies, how you say?

Oh, yeah,
“”dippy-dippy bon-bon”"

- Hmm?
- It is important

the interview be monitored in a case
involving a zombie of some notoriety.

You mean the same famous zombie who
called for the vic's head just days

before her murder?

- It's all online.
- Ah, you must mean White Girl.

Her name is McKenna Nuddelle.

A name she hath,
and now she hath not.

A sinner was punished.

Alas, I did not cast the stone.

Where were you Friday night
between 10:00 p.m. and 2:00 a.m.?

- At my church.
- [laughs]

Surely someone would have noticed
this priest at The Scratching Post.

Maybe in Pink Panther movies
they don't establish alibis?

But here we are with the man who
called for the victim's death.

Produced a bloody weapon similar
to the one used in the murder.

And showed up to
his interrogation

in bloody robes.

I'm gonna check his alibi, I'm
gonna have his robes and hammer

analyzed.

And I'm gonna lock him up
until I'm satisfied

he's not the killer.

Enjoy your illusion
of power, human.

Enjoy handcuffs, whitey.

[people chanting]

What the...
What the hell?

Oh, it's horrible.

You should see this, Detective.

Off with the robes,
preacher man.

Your prayers will be
answered, my children.

[all exclaiming]

[zombie] Where are you
taking him?

Release him.
Let him go.

Where are you taking him?

These chains are but
an illusion.

God always answers the prayers
of his chosen people.

Let's take him back
to holding now,

sneak him to county later.

[man] It was me!

I murdered White Girl.

I knew she would be
at The Scratching Post.

I snuck up behind her in the
bathroom and sent her back to hell.

Good fortune awaits you, my son.

Thank you.

Thank you for ridding
the world of the apostate.

Ah, yes, how convenient

that I was here.

[music playing]

So what's the story
with freezing?

Do they stick you in a
freezer until you're frozen

or do they put you under first?

This is your stop.

This is the place?

Your hands.

So, did you actually...
[pops] White Girl?

Yeah.

Ah, such loyalty.

This reminds me.

Give this back to Brother Love.

Tell him he has a friend

at Fillmore-Graves.

Now.

Fly, papillon,

you are free.

Hey, baldie,

I want a refund on those brains you sold me
before I come back there and rip your head off!

I'm sorry, what was that
you were saying?

Nothing, never mind.

No, no, no, come back, I wanna
know, I mean as a business man

concerned about my product.

I bought these brains.

Old married couple.

I know the ones.

Thought it'd be fun
with my fiancee,

it worked for a couple of days.

The next thing I know, she's reliving
the memory of a freakin' car crash!

It said so on the menu.

Fifty happy years,

died together in car crash.

The menu didn't say the
wife caused the accident.

- What?
- Yeah.

She got so fed up
with her husband's singing,

that she grabbed the wheel and
steered them into a semi.

Now everything I do
drives my fiancee nuts.

Ha.

Good to know.

♪ 'Cause I wear
a silly grin ♪

♪ The moment
you come into view ♪

♪ Chances are you think
that I'm in love with you ♪

I have to say, I do think
it would've been better

if Jeff had shot Tammy.

I don't know,
I think it's romantic.

Romero and Juliet.

You know what
I have a hankering for?

I know what I have
a hankering for.

Oh, you...

I spotted that hot sauce that
I love down in the basement.

Would you be a lamb
and fetch it for me?

Your wish is my command.

[breathes deeply]

[humming]

I'm sorry to disturb you, but
the little lady has her heart

set on hot sauce.

[sighs]

Women.

I'm just teasing, Tammy.

But if it's hot sauce
my Olivia wants,

it's hot sauce she'll get.

Whoops, here we go,

let's hope this will earn me
a couple of brownie points.

Olivia?

- What are you...
- I'm sorry, darling.

I really hate your singing
and there's a big part of me

that isn't keen
on being kidnapped.

Now, Olivia, you know that I...

I cannot let someone die
for my crimes.

Don't do this.

Who am I if I don't?

You'll still be you.

- You'll be alive.
- Darling, sometimes I think

you don't understand me at all.

But I would really appreciate it

if you'd tell me where
you hid the car keys.

- No.
- Hmm.

Then that's that.

Sweetheart, now really, you're not
just gonna leave me down here.

Oh, I most certainly am.

But I will send someone
back for you.

[zombie growling]

Olivia, wait!

This could be the last time
we see each other.

Well...

that is very sad, isn't it?

[footsteps receding]

I'm afraid your time is up.

I was hoping I could make
arrangements to see my fiancee.

Sure, no problem.

You just tell me
where Renegade is.

I'll trade you.

And so it goes.

[marching drum playing]

[machine whirring]

[marching drum continues]

[drumming intensifies]

[woman] Commander!

Renegade's here.

Step forward.

You wanted Renegade?

You got him.

Cheese balls.

[zombies groaning]

Yeah? You got
any better ideas?

Liv?

Please let me out, I'm sorry.

Sorry is not gonna cut it.

Thought I smelled a rat
down here.

Look at Major Lillywhite now.

They put you in here
for ass kissing?

First time seeing
rotters in the flesh.

[both groaning]

Less drool than in the movies.

Give me those tubes.

I'd rather not.

- [gun cocking]
- You remember Monty Hall?

- Let's Make a Deal?
- You know, I don't believe

I've ever missed an episode.

Then you know how this works,
I've got six bullets here

and you can buy my bullets
for one brain tube each.

And that'll be one less
bullet I put in you.

Young man, if I'm going to die.

I'd rather die
knowing you starved.

Who said anything
about you dying?

[grunts]

Got five more to go, pretty boy.

[snarling]

What's that, laddie,
you wanna play, too?

Give me the tubes, Major.

Huh? Who's there?

[gunshots]

- [gun clicking]
- [thuds]

[Russ groans]

Sorry about your husband, dear.

[grunts] Look.

You want my keys, they're
yours, all right?

Just let me out.

“Fix my drinks.

Do my dishes,
rescue me.”

Trying taking care of
yourself for once, darling.

Wait, Olivia.

[zombie groaning]

No.

[sighs] Any word from Liv?

I'm distracting myself
with a little experiment.

Oh, good, I'm getting
a full Ravi.

I ate a brain tube as soon as
that kid confessed to the murder,

then deleted a couple of hundred
photos from my Instagram account.

- Good call.
- Yeah.

- What's this?
- Not “What's this”?

Who is this?

This here is nobody,

uh, control brain, but this...

This is White Girl's brain.

When she was cured,

dormant cells in her brain
were revitalized,

thanks to glycoproteins produced
by reinvigorated antigens.

- Uh-huh.
- And this brain belongs to Isobel.

The only person we found who is
completely immune to the zombie virus.

Someone is immune?

It's a story for another day.

My theory is that
Isobel's unique brain,

given a little motivation
from an electrical current,

may just secrete traces of glycoproteins
identical to those produced

by the cured brain.

- Meaning?
- Well,

I'd be able to extract some
of that chemical

and could potentially
manufacture a vaccine.

Huh, well, keep me posted
on Liv.

And your experiment.

I'm meeting Michelle for dinner.

What, uh... You're gonna
miss the best part.

[electrical buzzing]

[machine whirring]

What's this?

Hey, can I make a suggestion?

Yeah?

Meet your girlfriend
somewhere where you're not

rubbing Dale's nose in it.

[clicks tongue]

You know, Dale
is seeing someone, too.

And not that it's your business,

but she was the one
who broke things off.

Oh, no, she did it for you, man.

She saw the tape.

Your dash cam, the one where Liv was
beating that perp with the fish?

She heard you talking about
how much you wanted children.

She wanted you
to get what you wanted.

- [sighs]
- She loved you,

so she set you free.

So don't be a dick to her.

Quit rubbing this in her face.

[knocking at door]

Liv, what are you doing...

A Fillmore-Graves soldier is locked
in the basement of a farm house

in Cottage Grove, Oregon.

I'll give you the address.

Curtis.

[gasps]

They let you go.

- Why?
- We figured they would execute you.

They? Who?

They strapped me
to the guillotine

and then I heard Renegade
surrendered.

Then Chase let me go.

But if it's not you, then...

Levon.

It appears my hypothesis
wasn't quite correct.

Isobel's brain certainly
produced a chemical

but it's makeup is unlike that
present in our cured brain.

In fact, I've never seen anything
like this particular glycoprotein.

But an antigen's an antigen.

Which could mean it will prove
effective against zombieism.

Phase two will involve
my furry friends.

Subject A, a normal rat will be
served a dose of Isobel's brain.

I will then inject subject
A with the zombie virus.

[squeaking]

To test if the ingested
chemical has rendered any signs

of immunization, subject B,
a zombie rat will serve as

my single subject control.

[sighs]

Cross your claws, little ones.

Let's do Isobel proud.

[choir singing]

Ha.

From rapture to serenity.

- [sighs]
- Infinity and beyond.

Have to ask, Dad.

You given any more
thought to sending them

out of Seattle?

Think of them as missionaries
converting humans

- to zombieism.
- I asked for a sign, son.

As I said I would.

He will make it clear
and undeniable.

I confess I sometimes heard
his voice more clearly,

in the well.

[sniffing]

Is that...

[synthesizer music playing]

It's snowing...

brains.

You're right.

[laughs]

Now that, my son,

is a sign.

I hear you, Lord!

I hear you and I obey!

Hallelujah.

[machine whirring]

♪ I can't think with you ♪

Yo, why are we doing this?

Because boss man down there is
a friggin' genius, that's why.

I'm late for drinks.

Yeah, you'll be missing those.

I love you.

And a good day to you, sir.

[laughs]

I'm willing to be a zombie
to be with you.

I'm willing to do anything.

Clive, stop.

I know you heard what I
said about wanting kids.

I understand why you
broke up with me.

And I love you for it.

But I realize now that the
most important thing to me,

what I want the most

is to be with you.

So now you don't want kids?

I want you more.

You are the non-negotiable.

There's no version
of life without you

that I want.

[sighs]

Will you marry me?

[laughs] Yes.

- Yes.
- [laughs]

[sniffles]

[laughing joyously]

[exclaiming excitedly]

I told her you were busy,
sir, but she insisted.

Liv Moore,

the pleasure as always is mine.

What can I do for you?

- I'm here to surrender.
- You did that once,

and seemed to regret it.

I am Renegade.

Easy, Spartacus,
we've already got the guy.

I run the operation.

I'm the only one
who scratched any humans.

- [beeps]
- [woman] Yes, Commander Grave?

Have our friend Mr. Patch
brought in from holding.

[woman] Right away, sir.

Do you need me
to prove it to you?

Hoover. Spano. Kelban.

Those are soldiers stationed in your
border patrol who are all on the take.

You could've gotten those names
from your good pal, Lillywhite.

What about the shipyard heist?

That was me.
I scratched Curtis Lim

in your safe house on Astor,
do I need to keep going?

If what you're saying is true,

you're guilty of increasing
the zombie population

and putting countless lives
in jeopardy.

[Levon] Liv.

No, no, no, don't listen to her,

I'm Renegade, she is just
trying to protect me.

I promised to make a trade

upon Renegade's surrender.

Looks like I've got her.

He's free to go.

Please, don't...

Don't execute her.

Put her in a freezer,

please.

I love her.

Don't kill her, kill me instead,

I am begging you.

You two are alike, you're both
doing what you think is right

for zombies,
don't kill her for that.

Levon.

[grunts]

Don't move!

Come near me,
I will blow his head off.

What are you doing?

Getting us out of here, come on.

You won't make it
through the lobby.

Hey, hey, hey.

See, not even out of the office.

Love is a many-splendored thing.

Now you two
can be executed together.

You'll be Ms. Moore's
opening act.

Yeah, it's late.

And I'm still here.

All my loved ones have abandoned
me and all I have is you.

[squeaking]

Dear God.

[stutters] The single subject
control is no longer a zombie rat.

It appears the antigens produced
by Isobel's brain isn't a vaccine.

It's a cure.

[gasps]