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...painfully evident
that zombies and humans do not mix.

Okay. Just so I'm following
your logic, Councilman.

Because humans and zombies,
as you say, do not mix,

the appropriate response
is for the mayor to fire this bus driver?

This zombie bus driver.

You know the union's position.

First of all, they've got no proof that
Mr. Harrison is a zombie.

Of course, he is! Look at him!

Every day he becomes more belligerent.

Last week he snapped at me!

With his teeth?

Well, no, for not having correct change.

Look, my constituents rely on this route.

Mr. Harrison has an
exemplary service record.

What you're asking
is tantamount to discrimination.

This is not how this city operates.

Fillmore-Graves has mandated
no one gets fired for being a zombie.

This will end badly. Come on.

Mr. Harrison. Can I, can I have a minute?

I'm sorry, just give us a sec.

Uh, forgive me, Mr. Harrison, but...

You're looking a little malnourished.

Are you getting enough to eat?

We get what they give us.

Brain tubes don't go
as far as they used to.

-Me, my wife, our kids.

Give me your address.

I'll, uh, make sure extra rations are
delivered to you and your family.

No whammy.

No whammy.

No whammy.

No whammy.

Oh! Cows on my side!

When are we stopping, Majey
I'm having a snack attack.

We're not stopping.

We've been on the road for hours.

You know you're not in charge here.
This is a joint operation.

Lighten up, Mejor!

Look at us! We're out of the city.

Open road, wind in our hair.

If you can't enjoy the little things,
I don't know what to tell you.

Punch-buggy green, no punch back.

Ow!

I said no punch back.

Let me out, please!

Hey! Let me out!

Help me!

Let me out! Help me!

The bodies were stuffed into the trunk
of an old LTD at the wrecker's.

A junkyard dog found them
before the cars were demolished.

So, the bodies were moved
from the original crime scene.

Unless they stuffed themselves
into the car trunk at the junkyard and

waited to get shot.

Well, that seems like a long shot, Clive.

Hmm.

Three zombies, one human.

All four of them shot in the head.

Ah, a hate crime.

Most likely the work of the Dead Enders.

The human was, how you say?

Dommage collatéral.

That's not how I say it.

This reads like
a professional hit, Inspector.

The Dead Enders
are Molotov cocktail-tossing street punks.

Bien non, Babineaux.

They are adapting, learning,
thinking outside the proverbial box.

If only the Seattle Police Department

were capable of the same.

My men will come shortly
to retrieve the three zombie bodies.

-Adieu.
-Oh, uh, don't you wanna wait

until we've completed the, uh...

How you say, uh, examination postmortem?

You believe Enzo Lambert
requires your assistance?

Quel amusant.

Crimes against zombies
are under Fillmore-Graves' jurisdiction,

as you well know.

We will conduct our own autopsy.

Keep 'em taters
for me till then, eh, old chap?

Au revoir.

I hate that guy.

What's on the menu?

Gordie Schultz.

We were able to pin Gordie down

thanks to his unique dental records.

He's missing his front teeth.

How does that happen to a guy his age?

Let me show you.

-It's a highlight reel of sorts.

You're going to be a hockey player, Liv.

He's not a hockey player, he's a felon.

He's a goon.

You're going to be a goon, Liv.

I didn't know Seattle had a team.

Minor league team, the Sockeyes.
And we don't anymore.

They were booted from their league
once Seattle became zombie-town.

Lucky for us, they still practice
and play exhibition games all the time.

They're on the ice tomorrow.

We'll head down there
and see if Gordie's old team

can shed some light on
what might've gotten him killed.

Oh, we're not going to
talk to his family first?

Oh, did I forget to mention?
Gordie's not from here.

Where's he from?

North Battleford, Saskatchewan, Canada.

What are you doing, Clive?
Stop. Stop that.

Take off, you hoser.

Fry up that brain like back bacon,

and wash it down
with a couple of wobbly pops,

and let's get to the rink, eh?

Okay, Liv. I think Clive
is cruisin' for a bruisin'.

Make it quick.

Aye, aye, Corporal. You need anything?

Protein shake

Be a dove and toss in a bottle of that
Hella Hot Hooch whiskey, too, would you?

I've earned it.

-Just need to see our ID, hon.
-Ha!

No ID, no sale.

Yo! Don't test me, you daffy old bat!

You bet.

We're just trying to learn more
about Gordie's life.

Anything you can think of
that'll help us understand

who he was off the ice.

Hmm?

Nothing?

Sorry, Detective.
Schultzie pretty much kept to himself.

I mean, he wasn't
the sharpest skate in the shed.

Oh, sorry.

But he was as nice as they come.

Levon's right, Schultzie was a beaut.
Hell of a teammate.

Let's light some lamps
out there, eh, boys?

Play as a team!

Did he ever have any issues
with painkillers or harder drugs?

That's our friend you're chirpin'.

Hey! He's trying to solve
your teammate's murder, you plug.

Why don't you quit stonewalling?

All right, take it easy.

It's time, boys!
Don't forget to watch your language,

there's kids out there!

Blow it out your ass, dillhole.

They know something.

Agreed. Not much
we can do about it though.

We can't make them talk.

They're so cute. Which one's yours?

Hmm.

The little blonde one.

Ooh.

-I don't know.

That didn't feel like fan appreciation!

Excuse me. Sorry. Excuse me.
Sorry. Excuse me.

Oh, hell...

Yes! Thanks for texting me.

-Never.

Oh...

-You're cruising.

-Let's do it. Let's go.

Let's do it, chump change.

It's on. Look.

Oh, you think you can handle it?

Show me what you got, peewee.

You're gutless, fours.

You won't go me,
you won't tell me about Gordie...

Why don't you give
your gitch a tug, meatbag.

Keep your stick on the ice, kid.

Ooh...

Ooh, ooh, ooh.

Got enough, huh?

Yeah, I fought Gordie. More than once.

But I was already convicted
and served my sentence.

Five minutes and a game misconduct.

But you were teammates.

I'm, I'm sorry, I'm having
a hard time taking you seriously.

I'd try harder if I were you, Mr. Patch.

Yeah, we were teammates.

But not when Gordie played for Portland.

After he was traded to Seattle,
we were good,

and I was probably
his closest friend on the team.

That fight happened three years ago.
How'd you even hear about that?

It's, uh, it's a known fact.

Witness accounts.
Multiple sources.

I've met better liars in my time.

Oh!

I think he knows I ate Gordie's brain.

I've had whole brain. I know how it works.

Plus, you play just like Schultzie.
It wasn't hard to piece together.

There were three zombies
killed with Gordie.

All of them shot in the head.

The Fillmore-Graves investigator thinks
it was a hate crime.

Any of that mean anything to you?

It's as good a theory as any.

You say Gordie was your friend,

but you act like
you don't care who killed him.

Oh, I care.
But this is New Seattle we live in.

-It's Chinatown.

-Huh.

Yup.

-Chinatown.

What does that mean?

It's like the movie.

The line speaks to the futility of

obtaining justice
in an inherently corrupt system.

Oh. Huh.

I still don't get it.

Goon brain.

General Mills has been
on every network this week

promoting his "Seattle Solution."

Polling is starting to swing in his favor.

We need to take this threat
very seriously.

He wants to nuke Seattle, Chase.

I've got the General Mills
situation under control.

Anything else?

Rumor has it that you've
captured the smuggler known as "Renegade."

Is that true?
If so, why haven't you told us about it?

It does seem like something
you might've mentioned.

Zombie jail?

What

You're a good man.

Maybe once I'm unfrozen, Seattle will be
a zombie-human utopia,

and there'll be statues
of Chase Graves in every city park.

For he was the
George Washington of the undead.

Or maybe you'll wake up
because the power grid is down

and there's no one left alive
to turn it back on.

Yes, I have Renegade.

-Because Renegade is a little old lady.

And where I come from,

smashing open the skull of a little
old lady is considered bad manners.

Not to mention bad optics.

Renegade? Hmm. A little old lady...

-Not that old.

But that's how the public will see it.

You decreed the creation
of new zombies a capital offense.

If we do not execute Renegade, that decree

is meaningless.

-It does.

I don't envy your position, Commander.

That said,
you're going about this all wrong.

Please, enlighten me.

You are having a public relations problem.

Oh? I thought I was having
feeding-thousands-of-zombies problems.

When you're asking your fellow Americans
to donate their brains for our cause...

Optics matter.

Saving human lives.

Now, that's good optics.

So, that's why you broke the law?

You're just a zombie patriot
looking to provide better optics?

No, Chase.

I broke the law
because it feels good to save lives,

it feels good to reunite families.

It feels humane.

You should try it sometime.

Renegade is in prison.

We only have
one option here, sir.

-Once word gets out--
-That's where she'll stay.

It's okay, I've got it!

Save your strength for the CrossFit Games.

Shut up. I'm trying to find out
if anyone's reported her missing yet.

-Ow!

What's wrong with you?

Do you know who I am
Do you know who my father is?

I know exactly who you are, Sloane.

Put the gun away, Don E.

My wrists hurt.

Can you untie me?

Please.

Ah!

Damn it!

Earlier today at an Arcade gas station,

170 miles south of New Seattle...

You're claiming this was a zombie attack?

His eyes went red,

just like in those YouTube videos.

Oh, he was a squirrelly little runt.

And now exclusive footage
of the incident.

-While visibly shaken...
Oh, my God!

-If you've seen this man, please...

Don E., what the hell did you do?

Really? All you had to do was
get your food and not go into rage mode.

Forgive me! It's called having emotions.
You should try it sometime.

You realize half the cops in the state
are probably out looking for us right now?

We still have an hour
before your smuggling contacts get here.

You saw that old bat.
She's the kind of redneck

who claims aliens probed her.

There's video, Don E.!

So, uh... Do you still
have some of that whiskey?

No.

Even if I did, it'd be
my whiskey, wouldn't it?

Please...

I'd been partying hard
all night when you grabbed me.

I've have like, no serotonin in me.

What can I tell you?
Make better life choices next time.

Next time I get kidnapped?

Come on, you must have something
that'll take the edge off.

No. Go to sleep or something.
Dream you're someplace else.

Now, there's an idea.

Wake me when your people show up.
Keep an eye on her.

What are you guys planning to do with me?

Our dental plan is brutal.
You know how much a new Chiclet costs?

Keep your head down, Chaksie.

I think it's a great look, personally.
But if you insist on getting it fixed,

there are several mouthfuls
of free Chiclets in these drawers.

Head down, you say?

You okay, Liv? It was Blaine.

Blaine killed Gordie.

-For the most part.

He killed at least
one of Enzo's zombie victims, too.

Ravi, this could be it!

If we can find
enough evidence to back up my vision,

we could finally put Blaine away.

Put him in zombie jail! Freeze that clown!

Dare to dream.

Thank you. We'll be waiting. Goodbye.

They're bringing Blaine in right now.

We're on the same page, right?

He did it. I saw him.

All right, we still need to prove it.

We don't know where it happened
and we don't know why.

Blaine's not just gonna
give that information up.

This interrogation is gonna be a slog.

Hey. I need you in the game.

Copy. Gloves stay on. Good talk, Babs.

Go get 'em.

Detective?

Blaine DeBeers, table for three.

So... What's new with you two?

Oh, nothin' much.

I guess the big news with me is, uh,
I saw you murder a couple guys.

What? I did.

Where were you Tuesday night
between 11:00 p.m. and 1:00 a.m.?

I'm sorry, are we not gonna
address the missing tooth?

It's none of your business.

And my whereabouts
Tuesday night are none of yours.

Unless you're charging me with something.

Yeah. Didn't think so.

Which means you didn't
really see me kill anyone.

Oh, I saw you all right.

I watched you put
a bullet in a zombie's head,

right behind a building.

Another man ran over to help.
And you shot him, too.

That sounds an awful lot
like a vision to me.

And last I checked, hearsay evidence
isn't admissible in a court of law, so...

I swear, you guys used to
be better at this stuff.

You wanna see what
I'm better at now, pigeon?

Keep beakin' and I'll tune you right up.

What happened to us?

We used to be the OGZ's.
Now every time we get together it's all,

"Where were you the night
so"

Hmm.

Tuesday between 11:00 and 1:00,
I was at my restaurant.

A Mr. Donald Eberhard can verify.

What else you got?

-Wake up.

What do you want?

Your smugglers were supposed
to be here two hours ago.

Where are they?

Relax. They'll be here.

Sloane! Where's Sloane?

She was just here!

Major!
Yeah?

I've got some good news
and I've got some bad news.

No, no, she's not breathing.

Oh.

Looks like she took
two rides on the U-Boat.

Come on.

She's dying, man! What are we gonna do?

A dead girl is no bueno.

How many times must I evade and deflect

the same questions?

I got a new one for you.

Next time we scrap,

which hand do you want me
to knock you out with?

Walk me through everything
you did last Tuesday, one more time.

Come on! You're better than this.

You got no witnesses,
no murder weapon, no motive.

You'll never put me at that laundromat.

What?

What laundromat?

You said you had a vision
outside of a laundromat.

No, she didn't.

We had no idea
where she was in the vision.

Until now.

Clive...

I met Seattle's number one
human importer/exporter

at a laundromat. You know, the night--

Na-na-na. I can't hear you.

That can't be a coincidence.
She always had muscle around.

So what are we thinking?

Blaine kills Gordie and the
other zombies to get to this coyote?

She goes by Mama Leone.

And Renegade!

What part of "Na-na-na, I can't hear you"
don't you understand?

This is dangerous info, Liv.

What does Blaine have against Mama Leone?

Wasn't she just creating
more customers for him?

I don't know.

-Detergent Care.

I'll send a CSI unit over there
to canvass.

If we can establish
the laundromat as the scene of the crime

and link Blaine to it, we'll have him.

Case closed, mes amis.

I have found our murderers
and secured their confessions.

Whodunnit, you will ask?

Two Dead Enders terrorists.
Just as I predicted.

With all due respect, Inspector,
how did you come up with, uh--

Investigative techniques.

You've heard of these, yes?

You don't have the killer,
because we have the killer here.

Liv. Liv!

You will pay for this.

Sauvages!

The lieutenant doesn't need
to know about this.

Oh.

Is she the one
that left a note on the door?

She thought Anthony
should move out to the country?

Uh-oh.

I smell a lawsuit.

Detective Babineaux,
make sure the camera's on.

Liv, Liv. Calm down. Breathe...

-Just breathe.

Whoa, whoa, big fella.
Breathe. It's okay. All right?

Mama Leone said it's okay.
I have permission.

-I have to go.

The pieces are falling into place.

You really should get that tooth fixed.

-I gotta go, too.
-No, you don't.

Okay. Worth a shot.

Could've used you out there today.

Covey was really laying down the lumber.

I know who killed Gordie.

It was Blaine DeBeers. You know him?

The zombie who owns
The Scratching Post and Romeros, right?

People say he's shady.

You and Gordie both worked
for Mama Leone, didn't you?

Why do you need to ask?
Didn't you already see it in a vision?

Do you know if Mama Leone's still alive?

I don't.

Do you care?

Very much.

Blaine DeBeers killed Gordie
to get to Mama.

Why does the owner of a couple zombie
hot spots go after Mama Leone?

Think about it, Liv.

Who most wants to put an end
to the creation of new zombies?

And who does Blaine DeBeers
need to keep happy

if he wants to stay in business?

Got it.

It is Chinatown.

Peytsie

Doesn't matter,
you'll want to hear this, too.

I think I know why Blaine
took out Mama Leone's security detail.

Wait. Who is Mama Leone?

-This very sweet lady--
-A human smuggler.

Blaine is doing Chase Graves' dirty work.
If forensics can find--

Why is Blaine out of interrogation?

-I did.

Fillmore-Graves called the Mayor's office,
said their investigator solved the case.

You've got to be--

And in no uncertain terms,
to release Blaine immediately.

Thanks for having me over, guys.
Let's do it again soon, huh?

Yeah

Easy, tough guy.

There's never a dull moment with you two.

-Harris. Get him out of here.
All right.

Why didn't you let me
drop that bender like a bag of feed?

Because I don't know what that means.

And because you can't keep
beating people up in the precinct.

You wanna get suspended?

If you're gonna bench me anyway,
what's the difference?

Either way, I'm not in the game.

Game's over, Liv.

We lost.

Go home.

Oh, thanks.

If Fillmore-Graves
is going to let murderers go free,

the least they can do
is handle the paperwork.

Excuse me. What happened?

-Harris.

What's going on?

There was a bus crash in Delridge.

Plowed right into a telephone pole.
Lots of fatalities.

I guess the bus driver was a zombie,

because he started
chowing down on the available brains.

This one had a gun in her purse,
shot back at him in self-defense.

Where is he now?

The driver?

She got him. He's dead.

They begged me to fire him.

They warned me
something like this would happen.

This wasn't your fault, Peyton.

You. What's the assessment?

Me? Dr. Chakrabarti.

Excuse me, yes,
Dr. Chakrabarti, Ms. Charles.

What can you tell us
about what happened here?

Five dead, including the driver.

A cursory examination suggests
he hadn't consumed brains in some time.

Passenger say he passed out at the wheel,
which caused the crash.

When he came to, the blood and
head wounds of the dead passengers

evidently pushed him over the edge.

He devoured one passenger's brain,
and then chased a young woman, a nurse,

out the rear exit
and into a busy intersection.

She had a gun on her,

and was eventually able
to put the driver down with a headshot.

That's great.
A mindless, bloodthirsty zombie

attacks Florence Nightingale
in broad daylight.

What's that gonna do for our optics?

Check the distribution records.

I want to know why this man
wasn't getting his brain tubes.

-Otto Harrison.

I met him a couple days ago. I...

Promised I'd have
extra brain tubes sent to him.

-Then hunger shouldn't have been--
-He wasn't eating them.

His wife and kids are zombies too,
and the brains are so diluted now,

they were still going hungry.

Otto gave his tubes to his kids.

I'll make sure the situation
is rectified asap,

and that Mr. Harrison's family
is provided for.

Sorry if I was rude. It's been a long day.

I'm sure you can relate. Good evening.

There's press outside.

Why wouldn't there be?

I told Enzo to find the people responsible
for cutting our brain tubes weeks ago.

Yes, sir. Yes. That's supply.

But what about demand?

Every new zombie strains our resources.

You need to make an example of Renegade

before the decision-makers in
Washington decide General Mills is right,

and nuke us out of existence.

We're living in a zombie city
now, all bets are off.

Up is down, black is white.

Don't tell that to the Seattle PD.
No, it's...

It's business as usual over there.

Blaine DeBeers is evil,
so let's put the screws to him all night.

Well, you did kinda kill all those guys.

Where's Don E.?

Ah, damn, that's cold.

-Hey!
-Hey!

There's Don E.

G.I. Joe.

Oh. Destro.

Everything go according to plan?

Not everything.

I guess not.

Hey! That's my brain, missy.

I'm gonna let you handle this.

These brain tubes
will cover your first week.

After that, you pick up your rations
from one of our distribution centers.

You can't do this to me.

That pamphlet there tells you
where you can get your zombie ID card.

You'll need that.

Do you know who I am?

We've provided you with a place to live,

but your activities
and communications will be monitored.

That's all. Dismissed.

My father works for
the Defense Department! General Mills, maybe you've heard of him?

He'll turn this city into a parking lot
when he finds out what you've done.

He loves you, I assume.

Yes. Of course he loves me.

Then I think his long-standing desire

to turn Seattle
into a parking lot will be mitigated.

Thought I was the only one here this late.

Ran out of booze in my office.

Good work on your assignment.

You may have saved us all.

Yeah, well, it didn't go
exactly according to plan.

Well, it so rarely does.

We've all had to do things that we never
would've imagined ourselves doing.

You gotta do what you gotta do.

Zombie

You've been found guilty
of the crimes of human smuggling

and the unauthorized creation
of new zombies.

The sentence for these crimes is death,

to be carried out by public execution
at 12:00 this afternoon.

I'm not ready to die.

It'll be painless.

What kind of justice can there be
if we're living in a dictatorship now?

What we do, solve crimes, why bother?

Blaine will answer for his crimes someday,
one way or another.

I have to believe that.

I wish I shared your optimism.

Liv. What is it?

Fillmore-Graves is gonna use
that stupid guillotine.

They're gonna execute that human smuggler.

They didn't even announce it.

They're ashamed of it.
Which they should be.

Fillmore-Graves
takes no joy in this act.

-But this is a new world.

The laws we've enacted are essential
to ensuring our place within it.

Save here! Save her!

Save her!

You're a monster, Graves!
Let her go!

Let her go!

Penalties for breaking
these laws are necessarily severe.

Crush her skull! Kill her.

Kill her.

You have no right to do this! Kill her! Kill her!

Any action that endangers
our survival cannot be tolerated.

Fresh brain-bites,
get your fresh brain-bites here.

There are those outside
our walls who want to destroy us.

And there are those in our city
working toward that same end.

We will show the world
that humans and zombies can co-exist.

Let me through.

Our survival depends on it.

The smuggling of humans into Seattle,
and creation of new zombies, stops today.

Major! Major!

Kill her.

Kill her.
-Stand down.

I need you to gather whoever's left
in Mama Leone's organization.

Why?

We're gonna pick up where she left off.