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Previously on iZombie...

- No, no, no, no, no.
- Eating the what, Billy?

- Eating what?
- Brains.

Sounds to me like the start
of the zombie apocalypse.

An army of trained
zombie mercenaries ready

to defend themselves once
humans discover they exist?

We here at Fillmore-Graves

do not plan on going
gently into that good night.

Guess who found a job,
a job where no one cares

if you've been publicly accused
of being a serial killer?

So all of these kids are... Undead.

- Clive?
- Wally?

I thought this was Clive's case.

He has a connection
to a couple of the victims.

All three victims
shot in the head.

They were killed because
they were zombies.

Can I get some help here?

Yeah, yeah, I'm coming.

Yeah. I got him. I got him.

Get him out of my sight!

Come on, move. Move!

Just the guy I was looking for.

Yeah?

You got a minute?

I came across something strange

as I was going through
the Tuttle-Reid case file.

A registration form for a karate class
the kid, Wally, took a couple of years ago.

For his "in case of emergency,"

he listed you.

I said in my report that we used
to live in the same building.

Yeah, I saw that.

I was working undercover
in vice at that time

and keeping weird hours.

Sleeping a lot during the day

which led to a few
chance encounters.

How about taking
your game outside?

I'm not allowed
outside by myself.

Then go play in your apartment.

I can't play in my apartment.

My dad's got old picture
frames and trophies and stuff.

Is that mustache real?

No, I glued it to give myself

more authority
in situations like this.

Well, you look like
black Tony Stark.

Yeah.

What happened to your arm?

Fighting off the ladies.
You know how it is.

Or maybe you don't.

So, that's it?

A kid you had a few
chance encounters with

had you down as his
"in case of emergency?"

Apparently.

You're a detective, Clive.

This look like
a chance encounter?

Maybe you should take a seat.

Caleb Tuttle, brother of
the female victim, Anna Reid,

and uncle to
the third victim, Wally Reid.

No signs of
a physical altercation.

All three victims
died as a result

of a single bullet to the head.

There was hardly any blood
at the crime scene.

Right, it's possible
the killer cleaned up.

Or relocated the bodies.

Hmm.

The missing fingernails...

Was he tortured?

The fingernails were
extracted postmortem.

What's that about?

The Max Rager cans
stuffed in his pocket...

Tuttle worked
for Fillmore-Graves,

the company that
bought out Max Rager.

Why does a private
military contractor

buy out an energy drink company?

There's not a lot of
brainstormers in the group, huh?

- Where's the kid?
- Over here.

"Wally Reid. 11 years old."

That's a lot of broken
bones for a kid that age.

Any recent signs of abuse?

Do you cook for
all your neighbors

or were Wally and Anna special?

They lived right
next door to me.

Sometimes you get sucked
in your neighbors' drama.

Wally's father
was a bit of a nightmare.

Get out here, Wally!
Did you do this?

Leave him alone, Rick.
You have a problem.

I don't have a problem!

You're the problem here! You!

I'm trying to teach him how to
be a man but you're babying him!

It's nothing!
We can glue it back.

Just shut your mouth! Shut it!

- He's a nine-year-old...
- Shut up!

What the hell do you want?

I want to borrow a cup of sugar.

You think just 'cause you're a
cop you can come bargin' in here?

You're a cop?

- Dad hit mom.
- You whiny little...

Whoa, there, big fella.

Assaulting an officer,
not your best move.

You have the right
to remain silent.

I'll bet you know the rest,
but I'll run through it anyway.

The father had priors,

wound up getting
eight months in county.

I can see how you might become
their "in case of emergency."

Anything comes up,
let me know ASAP, all right?

Of course.

You okay?

Yeah.

Sounds like Cavanaugh

is starting his investigation
at Fillmore-Graves.

Let's give it a day
before we head over there.

Better we don't cross paths.

You can't stay mad
at me forever, jelly bean.

There is literally nothing more
annoying than you calling me jelly bean.

Nothing?

Not even when
I sing '80s rock ballads

or talk like a dolphin?

Oh, my God.

You're not even funny.

I can't believe you're
pretending to be a fish right now

when you're basically
ruining my entire life.

I know things
seem dire right now.

- Fifteen is an emotional...
- Oh, my God, can you please not?

Victims are Stan Chen
and his daughter Cindy.

Stan was driving Cindy to ice
skating practice around 4:00 a.m...

Ouch.

When someone T-boned their car.

That's when I
should've said "ouch."

Hit and run?

The crime scene tech says

the other vehicle
was accelerating

at the point of impact.

Kind of an ill-conceived
murder plan, isn't it?

A smashed-up vehicle is a
pretty difficult weapon to hide.

Maybe not.

A big truck could've rammed
into a subcompact like this

and driven away with not much
more than a scratched-up bumper.

What?

Nothing.

Major and I haven't
eaten since Janko, so...

Oh. Two brains.
That is convenient.

So that's what you...

You get to a crime scene,
and you think...

So, she's gonna...
She just cooks 'em up right...

It's better if you
don't over think it.

Mmm. Something smells good.

Oh. Just in the nick of time.

What're we looking at here?

This is Stanley Chen,

50-year-old
regional bank manager.

And this is his 15-year-old

ice skating enthusiast daughter.

Ah. Dibs on the dad.

You guys know I hate the cold,

and I would love to get
my finances in order.

You should eat the daughter.

Words I never thought
I'd hear myself say.

The new normal.

God, I hope not.

High-powered banker.

Odds are he, not
the high school sophomore,

was the intended target.

Liv's already partaken of...

banker brain.

It's just...

I'm not so sure
this is the best time

for me to be
on teenage girl brain.

I'm getting closer
to finding Natalie

and I just started
mercenary training.

And what? You're
worried there'll be math?

- No.
- Suck it up, Lilywhite.

I was a teenage girl
for seven whole years.

I think you can handle a week.

Besides, you might have a vision
of a license plate, or something.

Yeah, of course.

You're close to finding Natalie?

Close-er.

One of the Chaos Killer
victims told me

he thawed out in the Max Rager
basement in time to see

Natalie begging
Janko to call a number.

She said that the guy on the other
end would pay big bucks for her.

Guess who had a vision of Natalie
whispering that number to Janko?

I wanna say Major Lilywhite...

Boom!

That number seems like
a dangerous thing to have.

I could run the number.
See if it's traceable.

Yeah. Sure.

Look at us.

All working together
to solve mysteries.

We should get a van and a dog.

Mmm.

You ready to head
to Stan's bank?

So ready.

Do you think I should
text that number?

I don't know.

I'm worried that it could
put Natalie in danger.

I think you should wait to see
if Clive has any luck tracing it.

I need to find her before
things go south for me.

When I have to take the cure,
and I lose my memory.

Maybe you won't
lose your memory.

You think Blaine is
faking the memory loss?

Actually, I was thinking of
getting my memory cure dialed in

if you can hold on long enough.

But I wouldn't put
anything past Blaine.

Sorry. Any mention of Blaine
hurtles me into the abyss.

Peyton left me a message
saying she wants to talk.

She wants to talk?

What does that even mean?

Well, I'm fairly certain
it means she wants to talk.

Okay, is she the single most
selfish person on the planet?

She literally made you
Eskimo brothers with Satan.

- She doesn't deserve face time with you.
- She doesn't?

She slept with Blaine,
which, first of all, ew,

and second of all, I can't even.

Oh.

Do you think perhaps
you might be reacting

a bit more dramatically than
usual due to your recent meal?

It's actually called
being supportive.

You should
maybe try it some time.

Oh, my God!
Was that just so super bitchy?

I am so sorry.

Oh, good God.

It just really hurts me when
someone hurts you, you know?

You're like my
best friend ever. For real.

Wait.

We're totally
best friends, right?

Yes.

♪ Summer after high school
when we first met

♪ We made out in your
Mustang to Radiohead

It is so you and Peyton.

Oh! How about turning it down

a couple hundred
decibels, sparky?

I don't think Miley Perry Gomez

wants her fans going deaf.

God, you are so embarrassing.
Stop trying to be funny.

Lower the music, young man.

- It's not even...
- Major...

- But I'm just trying...
- Don't make me ask you again.

Whatever. I'm turning it down.

So, this is happening.

It took me 20 minutes
to get out of the parking lot

because Liv insisted
on checking my oil.

Here it's been all selfies and
sour gummies, and Demi Lovato.

How did you make
out at the bank?

Oh, we came up empty.

But this guy right here.

You cannot believe how good
he is at interviewing people.

We talked to all
of Stan's coworkers.

Everybody loved him.

What did they say he was again?

Enthusiastic and supportive.

The memory on this guy.

See, I know what's happening
right now with the brain

but it still freaks me out.

Well, If anyone can
get used to it, it's you.

I guess I'll start
looking into his friends

at Knights of Columbus
and his bowling league.

Where you off to, kiddo?

I have mercenary training. God!

Don't text and drive.

Stop trying to control me.

It's a lot different going
over the wall with your gear on.

Your holster is gonna
snag on everything.

Can I help you
with something, newbie?

Your abs make me
want to kill myself.

You're basically
carved out of marble

and I'm just like this, like,
hideous blob of dead fat.

I'm on teen girl brain.
I'm sorry.

- You're not on the tubes?
- Tubes?

We all get these.

Bunch of brains mashed together.

No visions.
No crazy mood swings.

Oh, thank God.

I cannot stop taking selfies,

and then I stare at them and
I just, I criticize myself.

I mean look at this. Ugh.

I look like ass
in every picture.

Gross, right?

We have to take this
to the authorities.

What? We can't!
Winslow will never forgive me!

I went through a list
of Cindy's classmates.

She had four classes with a
girl named Winslow Sutcliffe.

Winslow is the name you
heard in your vision, right?

- Yeah.
- Look at you, having helpful visions.

You have no idea
what was on Cindy's phone?

Why she was worried
Winslow wouldn't forgive her?

In the visions, the phone was
facing the wrong direction.

Like this.
She was telling her dad.

And he was all, "We have to
take this to the authorities."

And she was all,
"You're ruining my life."

And I was all,
"Why can't I just eat"

"a Fillmore-Graves
brain tube thing,"

"because visions
are super annoying."

Whoa. What's a "Fillmore-Graves
brain tube thing?"

It's like a yogurt tube
full of mashed-up brains.

No personalities. No visions.

I'm pretty psyched to try it.

No, no, no, no.

If they wanna eat brain mash,
let them eat brain mash.

But in this house,

we eat whole brains
and we solve murders.

Can we get back
to the point here?

If we want to know
what's on Cindy's phone,

it seems like a pretty
easy problem to solve.

Cindy didn't see
what was on the phone,

but Stan did.
All we have to do is...

"We have to take
this to the authorities!"

- What the...
- Wait.

The angle is probably wrong
because Cindy was shorter.

"We have to take
this to the authorities."

Great idea, champ.
But it's not working.

Detective Babineaux.
I was summoned?

I asked IT
to send me down a guy.

I didn't use a Ouija board.

I'm hoping you can get
something off of this for me.

I have reason to believe
there's a photo on this phone

that would be useful
on the Chens case.

- That's a phone?
- I figured it was a long shot.

You mind pulling up the
female victim's phone records

and checking out
her social media?

That is within the realm
of the possible.

Hallelujah.

A zombie mayor...

The district attorney who drove
Mr. Boss out of the country

and survived the basement
labs of Max Rager.

I like our chances.

I hope he doesn't
scratch any babies

while he's out
working the trail.

Gotta say, buddy. That's
more than a little offensive.

Seems like a reasonable concern.

Sensitivity to our kind
will come with time.

Any updates on
the Reid-Tuttle murder case?

We were hoping to interview some of your
employees, people who knew the family.

Of course. Detective
Cavanaugh was here yesterday,

but people will
talk more freely to you.

They know you're on our team.

Can you think of anyone who might've
had a reason to harm the family?

Yeah. Humans.

Humans who want
to see us eradicated.

Have you listened
to the radio lately?

The Chuck Burd show?

These morons calling in,

talking about how they
wanna get their chance

to shotgun some brain eaters.

Bring it on is what I say.

Feeling froggy, bubbas?
Let's get to hopping.

My students can hear
their parents talking.

Somehow it all gets
filtered back to them.

They want to know when the
humans are coming to get them.

Losing any of our kids
would've been tragic but...

Losing Wally? He was beloved.

And Anna, she was
a teacher's aide.

She loved working with the kids.

I got the sense that
Anna was finally happy.

So, you maintained
a relationship with Anna

while her husband was in jail?

If by that you mean if I
helped her out occasionally...

- Yeah.
- Helped her out, how?

Hey, neighbor cop.

I'm so sorry to bother you

but my shift starts
in 20 minutes

and my sitter just canceled

and I know this is a lot to ask,

but is there any chance you
can fill in for me at the diner?

Uh...

Joking!

But maybe Wally can hang out
at your place tonight?

See what I did there?

Does the place
you work have pie?

All kinds. What's your pleasure?

Surprise me.

You're a life saver.
Come on, Wally.

- Mr...
- Clive.

You're gonna hang out
with Clive tonight.

Please be good, okay? Thank you.

Um...

You want to watch
a little TV or something?

You ever see Game of Thrones?

Hey, there.
Trade you a pie for a boy.

Cool.

Wally's asleep on the couch.

- Did it go okay?
- Easy-peasy.

We've been binging Game of Thrones.

Well, Wally fell asleep
three episodes in.

I'm a little too into it.

I'm sorry,

you let a nine-year-old
watch Game of Thrones?

It was his suggestion.

So?

He said he was
allowed to watch it.

And you believed him?

You know, it did seem,
um, permissive.

Every time there was nudity
or a beheading, I'd, like...

Like...

I am so sorry.

Oh, you're screwing with me?

I'm not really mad,
if that's what you're asking.

But in the future,
Wally suggesting something

does not mean
it has been approved.

In fact, it probably
means the opposite.

Thanks for coming in.

You back with us?
You kind of spaced out.

No, I'm good.

Everyone here
is so worried about

what they're saying
on the radio,

I thought maybe
I'd ask Ravi to listen

to the latest Chuck Burd shows.

That's a good idea.

I had a thought about our
interview with Cindy's friend

but I'm not so sure this
one is a good idea at all.

Murder?

I thought it was an accident.

Everyone at school
said it was a hit-and-run.

The evidence suggests
there was intention.

Oh, my God.

That second matchbook
should've done the trick.

Good to go.

We have reason to believe you
and Cindy were on the outs.

What? I loved her to death.

Is that so?

Then why did you
unfriend her on Facebook,

the night before
she was murdered?

What?

Zip it.

You and Cindy exchanged
16 texts that night

after which you unfriended her.

You mind my asking what those
16 texts were about?

I was just upset.

Cindy could be super judgmental

about everything I did.

What was she judging you about?

I don't know. Just stuff.

Where were you at 4:00 a.m.
the morning Cindy was killed?

Sleeping?

I quit ice skating last year

because I couldn't take
getting up early all the time.

So you knew the route
the Chens took to practice?

Yeah. But...

I don't even have
a driver's license.

What exactly were
in those texts, Winslow?

Your friend was dead just
hours after she sent them.

- Surely...
- Oh, my God! Badger much?

She just found out
her best friend was murdered.

Major Nathaniel Lilywhite!

Don't even.

We have to take this
to the authorities.

What? We can't.
Winslow will never forgive me.

Anything you want to ask,
Miss Moore?

Winslow, I know
being a teenager is hard.

Been there, done that,
bought the T-shirt.

You said Cindy was judgmental.

Was it about your clothes,
or maybe about a guy?

You can tell me anything.

I gotta go.

My stepdad is here
to pick me up.

Thank you for your help.

That was standing back
and being quiet?

I said, like, maybe a sentence.

God! It wasn't like...

I saw what was on Cindy's phone.

It was a selfie Winslow took.

She was in bed
with a shirtless man.

The man appeared
to be in his 40s.

- Ew.
- Yeah.

And he just came to pick her up.

The shirtless man in the
pictures was Winslow's stepfather.

I'm, like,
so grossed out right now.

That's why Stan
wanted to go to the police.

So, we gonna go
arrest him, or...

What do we really have?

I mean, your vision?
A photo of a sleeping man?

I mean, in the photo,
did it look like

she was there against her will?

She was making a kissy face
and giving a thumbs up.

Consensual or not,

if they're having sex,
it's statutory rape.

That's something someone
might kill to cover up.

We need to see what else
is on Winslow's phone.

I'll to try to find a judge
who'll give us a warrant.

You okay, buddy?

I know this must all be
pretty confusing for you.

Oh, my God. Don't even.

Where are you going?

Do you need any money?

Winslow's mother owns this place

but the stepfather runs it.

Should I be the first
to point out

that a cradle robber
works at a nursery?

You know Sutcliffe Park,
Sutcliffe Marina,

- Sutcliffe Boulevard?
- Yeah.

All named for Winslow's family.

A couple of years ago,

Winslow's mother leaves
her stockbroker husband

and runs off
with their landscaper,

marries him,
and buys him this business.

He takes her name.

And then he takes her daughter.

Scandalous.

Well, look what we have here.

- No signs of damage.
- Shoot.

There he is.

Mr. Sutcliffe,

Detective Babineaux. Seattle PD.

My associate Olivia Moore.

Is Winslow around?

My wife is picking her up
from school.

Everything okay?

That flatbed truck out front,
who drives it?

I do. Why?

Does Winslow have access to it?

She doesn't have
her driver's license.

And a truck like that
with a stick shift,

I doubt she'll ever drive one.

Can you tell me how well
you knew Stan and Cindy Chen?

I knew 'em a fair bit.

Cindy and Winslow
were like soul-sisters.

And Stan I used to see
at skating practice

before Winslow gave it up.

Where were you
on Monday at 4:00 a.m.?

He was in bed sleeping.

Next to me.

I'm Tori, Ken's wife.
What is this all about?

We're investigating the murder
of Stan and Cindy Chen.

And right now
we're checking alibis.

Why on Earth
would Ken need an alibi?

Just covering our bases.

Winslow came home in tears

after you questioned her
yesterday.

- She's a good girl, Detective.
- No one's saying she's not,

but the Chen's car was crushed
by a large truck,

like the one outside.

And we know your daughter
and Cindy were having a fight.

You really think I...

We have a warrant...

for Winslow's phone.

But it's my phone.

Hand the detective
your phone, Winslow.

Mom!

Hand it over.

Did you fix the wheels
on my rolly chair?

I just replaced the casters.
Gave them a shot of oil.

Oh.

I, uh...

I think I have
a new understanding

of what it must be like
to not be able to control

what goes on
inside your own head.

Something on your mind, sport?

I can't stop thinking
about Peyton and Blaine.

And it's driving me crazy.

I've been avoiding Peyton
because I'm fairly certain

I'm gonna behave badly
and blow everything up.

You want to know what I think?

Maybe.

I think you should give
yourself a little more credit.

If you were gonna
fly off the handle,

you would've done so.

But you didn't.

Because you're better than that.

- I'm not sure that's true.
- You are.

Even if you don't see it. I do.

The best thing you can do
for yourself and for Peyton

is be honest.

Be direct.

And be Ravi.

Because Ravi
is a pretty cool guy.

Thanks, Dad Brain.

You find anything on those
old Chuck Burd shows?

Not yet.

Well, get back to work.

There's a crisp five dollar
bill in it for you if you do.

Oh! The smoke detector
batteries probably need a change.

On it.

- Guess what I just found out?
- What?

I just found out
that our girl Winslow

received this citation
for driving without a license

a couple months ago.

She was in a Fiesta hatchback.
With a stick shift.

"Good girl" my Aunt Fanny.

I realize that, Your Honor.

We know there's not enough
for a murder charge.

We're just looking for a way

to get the minor away
from her abuser.

I've just seen
these things end ugly.

I understand.

Thanks for your time.

Do the ninja chop thing.

They're supposed to be cubed.

Come on.

Let me try.

Anna, do you let Wally play
with big, sharp chef knives?

Rarely.

Nice. You're getting it.

You, go get washed up.

You went to the semolina lady?

Got some creste di gallo.

And the last bottle
of that olive oil you like.

The sun-dried tomato crack?

Well done, you.

I skyped with my brother
Caleb today.

He's coming back from overseas.

He looked thin.

He'll be back in a couple weeks

and I told him I'd try to
get you to make your paella.

That's great.

I think I might take Wally

and go stay with Caleb
when he gets back.

Yeah?

A restraining order's
just a piece of paper.

I'm afraid this is gonna be
Rick's first stop when he gets out.

Anna...

I'm right next door.

You've already done
so much for us.

I never want it to seem like
I take you for granted.

Hey...

Take me for granted.

Get it over with already.

Detective.

Mrs. Sutcliffe.

I'm sorry. I was just
a little, um, spaced out.

My husband killed
Stan and Cindy Chen.

My daughter confessed
to me last night that

she's been having...

Relations with my husband.

Her stepfather.

Consensual, though
as she now knows, illegal.

After you came to see us
yesterday, Ken took off.

Took off?

He packed his things,
stole some of my money,

and left without telling us
where he's going.

His phone goes
straight to voicemail.

What motivation would your husband
have for killing Cindy and Stan?

Winslow.

About a week ago
Ken broke things off.

I hadn't told anyone
about us, but...

I was so upset,
and Cindy could see it.

I needed someone to talk to.

So I told her.

That's what Cindy
was judgmental about?

The affair?

Cindy told her dad,

and they were gonna go
to the police.

That's why I unfriended her.

When I came into work after
Stan and Cindy had been killed,

I noticed that Ken had taken
the bush bumpers off the truck.

I didn't think anything of it
at the time, but now,

I think he was hiding evidence.

Bush bumpers?

They mount on the front
of a truck bumper.

Off-roaders use them.

Our work
requires them sometimes.

Winslow, how did Ken know

that Stan and Cindy planned
on going to the police?

I didn't tell him.

Excuse us for a moment.

So those missing texts?
It's what I expected.

The reference pointer
was just remapped to null.

So I bytemapped an image
of the OS footprint,

loaded up a hex editor,

and did some educated
regex grepping, and...

English, please.

The girl destroyed her texts.
But I...

Resurrected them.

Therein lies the last exchange
between the two adolescents.

Take heed
of Winslow's final text.

You ever been to Perversion?

It's on 9th.

- I think you'd really...
- Got it.

"You, expletive, expletive."

"I can't believe
you told your dad."

"If he goes to
the, expletive, police..."

"You're, expletive, dead."

"Winslow."

Winslow knew Stan
was going to the police.

The only way Ken would have had that
information is if Winslow had told him.

That's not necessarily true.

That took a while.

Sorry. There are a lot
of moving parts in this case,

but I think they're
starting to finally line up.

There are things we know
in the case.

The killer knew the route
to the ice skating practice.

The killer needed access
to a big truck.

Ken fits the bill, doesn't he?

The killer also had to know

that Stan Chen planned on
going to the authorities.

So, how would
the killer know that?

Winslow says
she didn't tell him.

Winslow, our technology expert

found an app on your phone
called Tinker Spy.

- I don't know what that is.
- It's an app marketed to parents.

It's installed secretly on their
kid's phones to keep tabs on them.

It works on
a monthly subscription.

Anything you do on your phone,

all calls, all texts,
they get recorded

and passed along
to the subscriber.

Ken was spying on me?

There is a phone number associated
with the credit card used

for the Tinker Spy subscription.

My colleague is calling it now.

You?

What you did was disgusting.

You seduced my husband,

and the whole world
was gonna know.

We would've
both been disinherited.

You stupid, selfish girl.

Well, the whole world is
certainly going to know now.

Tori Sutcliffe,
you are under arrest

for the murders of Stanley
and Cindy Chen.

Winslow is going to be staying with
an aunt on Vashon Island for a while.

I'll put an APB out on Ken
for the sexual assault.

He's gonna have
a hell of a head start.

Amateurs like this guy
always screw up.

He'll use a cell phone or a
credit card and we'll nab him.

I just sent you a link to a
clip from the Chuck Burd show.

I've finally heard something
I think may be relevant.

Let's see. Here it is.

Straight up, Chuck.

My dog was digging
in the neighbor's trash,

and when I was cleaning up,
I found brains in there.

They were in these tubes,

kind of like those squeezy
yogurt things.

I would've thought it was
just another crazy person,

but Major said they eat brains
from tubes at Fillmore-Graves.

I'll call the radio station.
They keep records of the callers.

I'll let you know
when I have something.

Thanks for the help on the case.

I believe there was mention
of a crisp five dollar bill.

Ah. A man of her word.

Wanna grab a coffee? I'm buying.

Sure.

Did you decide
what to do about Peyton?

I'm gonna call her.
Try to talk things out.

Attaboy.

Hold up.

I got an address
for that caller.

You okay, Clive?

Turns out he lived next door
to Wally, Anna and Caleb.

Let's go.

Who is it?

Mr. Huntsman.

Seattle PD.

We have a few questions
about the murders

that happened next door.

I already talked to the police.

Yeah, you know how in movies
and on TV shows

the police come back sometimes
with follow-up questions?

That's what's happening now.

Can I see that badge again?

Photographic memory,
Detective Babineaux.

Can you tell me what kind of
relationship you had with your neighbors?

Mmm-hmm. The non-existent
kind. I keep to myself.

Did you hear that your neighbors
were all shot in the head?

He's asking because
if you were to believe

you lived next door to zombies,

you might choose
to fix that problem

by shooting your neighbors
in the head.

And from the recordings we
have of the Chuck Burd show,

it sure sounds like you believed
you had a zombie problem.

Where were you that night,
Mr. Huntsman?

No, you don't. Okay?
I won't be your patsy.

First, I was in Portland
at my sister's wedding.

Second, I'm not
the only one who knew

I had brain eaters
living next door.

And who else might've known?

See?

What am I looking at?

Message board.

- For whom?
- People who get it.

Get that the government
experiments on its citizenry,

unleashes monsters.

And that's what happened
at Max Rager.

Posted the same information here

that I gave on Chuck's show.

Look at the responses.

"Stockpile your ammo..."

"Aim for the head."

"Zombies live here."

That's Wally's home.

I never gave my address.

Somebody must've hacked
my profile and found it.

Everyone on this message board,

a few hundred people,

knew I had brain eaters
living next door.

I'd love to see some photos
from your sister's wedding.

You got any of those?

Anyone who visited
this message board

had access to Caleb
and Anna's address.

And the neighbor?

His alibi checks out.

"If you know where other
zombies live, post it here."

They're hunting us.

Twenty-one months and 21 days.

- Until what?
- Since what?

When this all began,
we hypothesized

we had roughly three years

before the civilian population
learned our secret.

Looks like we gave ourselves
too much credit.

It's been 21 months and 21 days

since the 4th of July retreat
when everyone was turned.

I wonder if anyone had that
in the office pool.

Babineaux.

Text me the address
and I'll be right there.

Ken used his credit card
at a gas station in Tacoma.

I'm gonna pick him up
and bring him in.

- You good here?
- Yeah.

Sexual assault?

Strange collar
for a homicide detective.

It's the most normal thing
that happened to me in weeks.

Hey, buddy.

Your guy.

Come on back here.
What are you doing?

Hey!

Where do you think
you're going? Get over here!

Can I get some help here?

Yeah, yeah, I'm coming.

Yeah. I got him. I got him.

Get him out of my sight!

Come on, move. Move!

Just the guy I was looking for.

Yeah?

You got a minute?

So, when was the last time
you saw Wally and Anna?

Things escalated on the case
I was working undercover.

Wound up being in too deep
to come up for air

for the two weeks
leading up to Rick's release.

When I finally got back,
Anna and Wally were gone.

They'd moved out.

And that's the last
you ever heard of them?

I got a letter from Anna
some time later,

saying that she was
living with her brother

and starting a new life.

She didn't want
to stay in touch.

The ex-husband was out
for five days

before he got busted
for assaulting his PO.

He's been locked up ever since,

so he didn't kill them.

I know.

We done here?

Sure.

So, that letter...

- What?
- The letter.

When did you get it?

Twenty-two months ago.

You ever think how differently
things might've turned out

if you'd have been around
when her ex got out?

Once or twice.