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Look at him, Tommy.

Look at the way he buttons those buttons.

Such dexterity. Such panache.

He looked at me. He looked at me.

Oh, be careful, Joey.
He might've just gotten you pregnant.

He can do that, you know.

Hey, this man just saved
the Commander from certain death.

What are you known for?

-Playing grab-ass, sir!
-Binge drinking, sir!

That man's got a portfolio
you could only dream about.

He's training cadets.

He's capturing Zombie Killer Cain.

He's saving the Commander's life.

Oh, and in about 20 minutes,
he'll be tucking Chase Graves into bed.

Does Chase like a kiss on the forehead?

Does he have a favorite story, or...

Damn straight, he has a favorite story.
It's Goodnight Moon.

And he likes his kiss
on the mouth, lots of tongue.

Mmm.

And I mean this, you guys are all dicks.

Ooh, you were hoping for some hoopla?

Find the new Renegade for me.

Then you'll get your Star Wars ending.

You and Chewie and Han
collecting your medals.

Holy hell, Lillywhite,

you could get away
with murder around here.

Already have. More than once.

Times are good, my friend.

Our product is selling like hotcakes.

Our product?
I don't even know who I'm working for.

You work for me. You get paid, don't you?

Barely.

In case you haven't noticed,
I am tremendously popular around here.

I have the Commander's ear.

When am I gonna move up
a tax bracket or two?

-Uh-huh.

Ravi, like, wrote the book on...

Her mom's not gonna like it.

No. She's not.

"Hey, Mom.
I'm the only person in the world

who can't turn into a zombie.

I'm going to die here, in a strange city,

surrounded by people you don't know,

poking around my body,
and then poking around my corpse

to see if they can make a vaccine."

Isobel could be the key
to creating a vaccine

that could prevent
every human on the planet

from catching the zombie virus.

As difficult as this is for her,

it's the responsible thing to do.

It's the adult thing to do.

Ravi? My mom wants to speak to you.

No, no. Not me.
Let Liv do it.

I believe that taking that phone call
is the adult thing to do.

Give it to me.

Hi, Mrs. Bloom.

Yes, ma'am.

Yes, I will absolutely look after her.

Yes. To the very best of my abilities.

Thank you. Good night, ma'am.

I can't help noticing that you have

all six seasons of Zombie High
on a shelf in there.

Yeah.

Is it any good?

Is it any good?

It's only the best Zom-Com-Rom-Dram on TV.

I went in thinking
I wasn't going to like it.

He's a snob.

But there's always
a great plot twist around the corner.

I find the characters so winning.

-So self-aware.
-Exactly.

They react to absurd situations
almost exactly like we would.

You up for binging it Pfft.

Sign me up.

Peyton's been basically living
at the mayor's office

since the Baracus murder.

I'm so in.

Hot guys taking off their shirts
for seemingly no reason at all.

How could that be bad?

-I'm sorry, I love Shane LeBeau.
-Oh...

The way he gobbles scenery.

I know he's supposed to be the Big Bad,

but I end up rooting for him,

even though he's doing truly vile things.

A cure

I can't imagine such a thing.

Spare me. We know you've seen
the Baracus video.

Which video?

The one where he's shot dead,
through the heart,

which is how humans die,
not how zombies die.

I'm surprised I missed that one.

The mayor's dead, you say?

You really buried the lead.

How is there a meeting in my office

that didn't make it onto my calendar app?

Yeah, speaking of calendars,
the mayor's indicated

that he'd be at The Scratching Post
the night he was murdered.

Plus, after eating the mayor's brain,

I've had so many disgusting visions
of the back of this place,

I'm considering a lobotomy.

Eye of the beholder, lady.

What was the mayor doing here
the night he was murdered?

-Eating. Drinking.
-Being merry.

I'm human again!
I'm human again!

She's back.

Either of you into weird sex party masks?

I'm surprised I don't have mine on.

Which one of you owns
a 9mm with a suppressor?

Not I, said the fly.

Not me, said the flea.

You boys are heading for a fall.

I hope I'm the one
that gets to do the pushing.

Starting a family at 21

wasn't exactly how I drew it up,

but Leah said she was pregnant,

and suddenly "how I drew it up"
didn't matter anymore.

You gonna make an honest woman of her?

A week from today. Just a courthouse thing,

but we're heading to
Mickey's Hi-Hat afterwards.

I mean, anyone who isn't offended

by a cash bar reception is welcome.

We're so happy for you, Curtis.

And I think we may have
a secret slush fund

for broke-ass coyotes' wedding receptions.

Yeah, we do.
Yes, we do.

You have any names picked out yet?

Uh, nothing weird, okay?

No "Walnut," or "Cricket," or "Cue Ball."

How 'bout something cool, like, "Levon"?

"Levon"?
-You know, after the kid's father.

Oh, gross.

I mean, what're you

-Fi... Ouch.

Speaking of adding to the family,
are we looking to grow?

Always, why do you ask?

-I know a guy.

If I didn't trust him,
I wouldn't tell you about him.

Bring him in.

All right. Meet our next clients.

-Cool.
-Yeah.

Don't you die!

I'm scared.
Don't you die on me!

The zombie didn't scratch me.
Put the gun away.

I'm right on top of this guy, Lieutenant.

He's sweating. I can feel it.

Give me a few more days.

Yeah, well, take my badge,
you desk-hugging kiss-ass.

Yeah?

Well, those are the rules I play by.

Father, you in?

Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned.

It's been one week
since my last confession.

And I gotta be straight with you,

I haven't demonstrated
much personal growth since last we spoke.

You know that weird
sex stuff we talked about?

Yeah, I'm having a tough time
giving that up.

Not sure that it's in me.

And I, um...

Oh, this one's not great.

I superglued this guy's, um...
buttocks to a toilet seat.

To be fair, the guy's a turd.
A real turd, Father.

Uh... Lots of Lord's names in vains,

and you know me
and impure thoughts. And...

I might as well confess to this,

get it out of the way.

I'm working on this score. I could retire on this, Father.

What do they say in Hamilton?
I'm not throwin' away my--

Gut shot. Three times.

Detective Benedetto
didn't just die, he died hard.

Hmm.

My expert medical opinion
is that he died hard, too.

Hmm.

And such beautiful weather today,
would you say--

Yes. It was a good day to die hard.

You two done?

Benedetto was tracking
a dangerous felon named Albert Ghansu.

Ghansu used to be partners
with our old friend, Anthony Jin.

-The very one.

The one you beat the hell out of.

When you were on kung fu brain.

The Boot Party murder.

And then we let the guy out

because he provided information
about James Weckler's murder.

Turns out A.J. and another
Cobra member, Bi Li Xiong,

AKA "Fleabag," helped Ghansu with a heist

that netted a quarter-mil in jewels.

Fleabag?

Do you think there was
an isolated incident

where the man had fleas,
or does he always have them

and everyone's just accepted it?

I assumed that he had a taste
for cheap motels.

Benedetto put Ghansu away
for the heist three years ago.

Ghansu reportedly
stashed the loot before getting locked up.

Last week, Ghansu escaped from county.

Now all three of these
guys are on the street,

and I'm willing to bet
one of these guys killed Benedetto.

Guess it's time I fix myself
a little snack.

You gotta ask yourself one question.

Do I feel hungry

I'll come back down
and check in with you in...

48 hours.

Come on.

That's too soon.

How about another 48 hours?

There it is.

Mmm.

I didn't feel like cooking.

Unforeseen tidings

in regards to the Baracus assassination.

My search for the auspices
of the Bitcoin auction

for the zombie cures is at an impasse.

You seemed pretty confident you were gonna
be able to figure out who was behind it.

Borderline braggy.

Whoever set up this auction

is the Cezanne of the Digital Age.

He is a virtuoso.

A genius with no peers.

Are you dumb for doing this?
Or am I dumb for watching?

I stretched my shirt. Whatever.

With the money we're raking in,

shirts mean nothing to me now.

We could buy Shirt Island!

We could pay scientists

to genetically engineer
a shirt-tree for us.

-Thanks, Chef.
You're welcome, sir.

God's mercy provided
and the people were fed.

Look at this place.

On the lips of every zombie in Seattle,

you've become
quite the successful businessman.

If your mother were alive today...

-Maybe we shouldn't.
-She would have loved this.

The two of us sharing meals, conversing.

When will you finally accept
my invitation to join us at the church?

Soon.

I don't know if you've been
keeping up with the news.

News beyond the wall
doesn't hold much interest for me anymore.

It should.

Do you want your flock to survive?

I want zombies to survive.

I want our faith to survive.

I would love to be there to see

all of my prophecies come true,

but I fear that's not my fate.

I am merely the Baptist John.

Is that so?

And where should
we be looking for Zombie Jesus?

You shouldn't laugh, son.

I hear your voice,

and I hear echoes of the voice of God.

Which window?

Second story.

You really think Fleabag killed Benedetto?

Not really.
Fleabag is a safe cracker, a burglar.

No violence of any kind on his record.

But I figure he knows where Ghansu is.

Why're you chewing that nicotine gum?

-I'm trying to quit.

I don't know what to do with my hands.

You and Michelle knockin' boots yet?

I'm not doing this dance with you, Liv.

Hand stuff?

Look, we kissed.

The night of the lock-down.

-I knew it!
It's complicated.

Look, I love Dale, but...

I've also been thinking about

how every future I've imagined for myself

had kids in it.

I wanna be a dad, Liv.

With a human like Michelle,
that can happen.

They're not letting zombies adopt,

so, you know, with Dale,

that means no kids, ever.

Eh, kids suck. You don't want them
in this line of work.

Oh, I love this song.

Radio 80,
all '80s, all the time.

Hold down the fort.

I wanna grill up a salmon tonight.

I'm gonna check out their selection.

Don't bring a fish back in this car, Liv!

Who's this?

Hey!

Dang!

Liv! Stop!

Where's Ghansu?

Aah! I don't know
what you're talking about!

Don't lie to me,
you little sewer rat!

Okay! Okay!
He's with Rosalie! Rosalie!

I just got off the phone
with the Chief of Police.

Did he love it?

No! "Benedetto brain" or not,

what's on that tape is unacceptable.

Dale, it won't happen again.

No, it won't. Liv's suspended.

Que?

You're not to leave this building

or participate in field work of any kind

-for the foreseeable future.

I'm going to need
your suspension paperwork

completed by the end of the day.

I've also included
the SPD rules of conduct,

as the Chief thought
you might need a refresher.

You're gonna find that this city
needs me more than I need it.

Yow! Oh...
I'm sorry. Stubbed my toe.

-I'll get those.
-Uh-huh.

No, Parker! Don't do it!

Yeah, Parker. It's a dumb idea.

Somebody has to.
It might as well be me.

No!

Good one.

Okay, Liv.

Kill, eat, marry. Parker, Ben, Henry.

Ooh, good one.

Marry Ben. Eat Henry
for the pilot's license,

incredibly useful
after a zombie apocalypse.

-Of course.
-Naturally.

I'd eat James.

'Cause then you'd have
all those memories of sex with Jenna.

-I hadn't considered that.

And kill Parker, I guess.

No! Parker's way too hot to kill.

They're all too hot.
It's like the Kobayashi Maru.

-In Star Trek, when--
-Blech.

Marry Parker. Eat Ben

for the ability to fix
small electronic devices alone.

Kill Henry.

But mostly, marry Parker.

You know, I met Parker,

when I was working
on that Zombie High case.

Tell me everything.

He burned with the intensity
of 1,000 suns.

Oh, that is so Parker.

-Come on, let's go to bed. You don't have to fake yawn.

You can just choose
to go back to the bedroom.

No judgment.

Well, then...

-To bed!
-Okay.

-Sure.

Uh-oh.

Tonal shift. What's wrong?

-I'm gonna die.
-I've heard.

I just thought there might be more to it.

Yeah, well...

I'm just thinking of all the stuff
I'm gonna miss out on.

You know, going to college. Winning a Nobel Prize.

Falling in love. Having sex.

Let me stop you right there.
Sex? Totally overrated.

Is that why you wait up
until 2:00 a.m. for Peyton to come home?

Because sex is "totally overrated"?

I wait up for the companionship.

Sex itself? It's a bit of a chore,
if you must know.

A chore. Got it.

Oh, no.
It's the crap episode of Zombie High

where it's clear
the show ran out of money,

so everything cool happens off-screen,

and the characters
just talk about it afterwards.

You should've seen it, Liv!

-I show up at Rosalie's...

and guess who opens the door a crack
when I knock?

Anthony Jin! And he books it!

I kick down the door and chase him
up the fire escape to the roof.

A.J.'s running towards
the edge of the roof,

and I see someone
has laid down these planks over the alley,

kind of a makeshift bridge
to the next building.

Know what I do?

-You shoot the planks.
-Damn straight I do.

I shoot the first one... Bang!

But A.J. decides he's gonna try his luck
with the remaining plank,

and he takes his first step.

Guess what I say?

"One more step,
and it'll be planks for the memories?"

Really? You think
I'd say something like that?

I would.

I said, "Stop!

I don't want to kill you,

and you don't wanna die!"

That's not bad, huh?

"Derivative," but whatever.

You got our old friend A.J. in there?

Let's do this.

The lieutenant said
you couldn't leave the building.

Interrogations might
be a gray area, so be cool in there.

-Cool is my middle--
-Stop.

-You, again.
-Shut up, scumbag.

What's with the gum?

It's a signal. I'm bad cop.

Let me handle this.

Not sure if you heard
that Detective Benedetto is dead.

Then there is a god.
Liv.

Your old running buddy Albert Ghansu
busted out of the county jail.

He has your jewels, doesn't he?

What jewels are you referring to?

So, explain why you were
at his girlfriend's place?

I heard there was a reward
for information leading to his arrest.

I wanted to get in on that.

I've changed, Officers.

What does my P.O. say?

-He says you've been a model ex-con.
-That's right.

The dirtiest person involved
in all of this was Benedetto.

He didn't want to
arrest anybody. He wanted the loot.

The loot you don't know about.

Checkmate, butt-wad.

You see, when a parole officer
starts talking

about a skell changing his ways,

all that says to me
is that he's on to an even bigger score.

I didn't kill Benedetto!

Why'd you run then?

It's a hard habit to break.

We're not finished. Sit down.

Superglue

Tell us about Benedetto

making you sit on a toilet seat
covered in superglue.

What?

He figured I'd heard from Ghansu,

but I hadn't.

You want my alibi for Benedetto's murder,
check with County Hospital.

They'll have a record of me there.

Trying to get a toilet seat off my ass.

If that's true,
I'll bet they remember it.

Stay put.

So, how about you stop playin' footsie

and tell me where I can find Ghansu.

What are you doing?

Well, look here.

Seems like I'm not a cop anymore.

We're just two guys having a conversation.

Start talkin' or things could get ugly.

You're a zombie. I get it.

You were a zombie when we tussled.

That's how you knew kung fu.

And that's the only reason you beat me.

I might not know kung fu anymore,

but I know Brooklyn.

Tick-tock, A.J. Tick-tock.

Oh, no. Thank you.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Clive, let me mess him up.

We'll say he fell down the stairs.

-His alibi checks out.
-Ugh.

He was at the hospital
when Benedetto was murdered.

And where the hell did you get a gun?

My dad died in jail last year.

-Who gives a flying--
-Liv.

That ain't gonna be me.

It doesn't need to be, A.J.

I wanna be good.

Hey, Clive. You're not buying
all this, are you?

Ghansu'll be at Emerald Downs
racetrack this Friday.

-He can't stay away from the ponies.

Hey. Ravi Shakes. How's it hangin'?

Not so well, actually.

Isobel just sent me a photo
of herself and Davis Crawford,

who you might know better as Zombie High's

zombie-slayin' heartbreaker, Parker Cole.

That worked out? Good.

What do you mean, "That worked out?"

You heard how much she liked him, right?

I made a few phone calls.

Tell them a dying girl
wants to hang with her TV crush,

and bada-bing, bada-bang,
he's taking her out tonight.

Liv. Isobel told me she was sad
she was never going to have sex.

Wouldn't you be?

You don't think she might--

Isobel's mother told me she trusted me

to look out for her.

Do me a favor and text me
as soon as they get home.

No can do. I'm staying at Levon's tonight.

Hello?

I carry no ill will toward humans.

My heart aches for them.

How sad to wake up
each morning afraid to die,

when death is a glorious gift.

Glorious gift.

Zombies are the liberated ones.

In our great hall, gluttony is no sin.

We shall eat eagerly,

and we shall eat
as much as we damn well please!

-Amen.
Amen!

Today is a special day for me, my friends.

Today we're joined by my son.

Hey, that's you. You're a star.

Blaine, stand up. Be recognized.

My son has grown up to be a huge success,

despite my being
an absentee father at best.

More aptly, an ogre.

But I want to make that up to him.

Elder Jones?

-Better be a pro sports franchise,

if he plans on making up
for all those lost years.

No such luck.

Please give Frau Bader
a warm welcome.

Isn't that the hag that made you
clean the floor with your tongue?

Frau Bader has served loyally in my household
for the past three decades.

She was always a God-fearing woman

who feared for my immortal soul.

Get a load of me now. Can you believe it?

I'm so happy for you.

But Frau Bader was a sinner.

She abused my only son.

I trusted you. I paid you generously.

I turned a blind eye, even though
I knew you were hurting my son.

My son who feeds our fellow zombies
out of kindness and decency.

The boy needed to be disciplined.

-He was a child!
-He was a monster!

And what is so wrong with monsters?

Our hearts ache for the living.

But alas, so do our bellies.

God loves you. He means it.

Chow!

Probably not even his cat.

Probably not even his mom.

All right, then.

Why don't we wrap this up here?

You're 12 minutes past New Seattle curfew.

Seriously, dude...
You standing there, it's, uh...

It's weird.

I should go inside now.

You shan't be seeing her again.

You mean, because I'm dying?

No. What? I... That's not what I...

Good night.

And he'll get over it. So, call me.

I'm not dead yet.

Isobel.

You are the coolest person--

You had me worried sick!

I've been scrolling
through that boy's Instagram

and I don't like what I've seen.

He's an actor, Isobel.

His pathological need for validation,

for recognition, for fame...

It makes genuine
human interaction nearly impossible.

Thank you for caring, Ravi.

Of course.

-Perfection.

-Aw, well, that's nice to--
-And I checked off

a lot of stuff from my bucket list.

-You know.

You're joking.

Ravi. Of course, I am.

-I am.
-Good.

Or am I?

There is always some sort of foul odor

in these human neighborhoods.

Don't you think?

Not really.

You know who I am?

Ah, I was patient, don't you think?

I didn't make human smuggling
a capital crime

until months of warnings
did nothing to stem the tide.

Then I set up a guillotine
in the middle of the city,

and I warned human smugglers that this
was their fate if they broke the law.

Did that stop them?

Did they take me seriously? Nope.

And then I followed through
and I executed Renegade One.

Oh, has that slowed human importation?

For a while. But here we are,
back at an all-time high.

Now, I know you're not Renegade.

You're human.
You're not scratching anyone.

Look, please... Just scratch me.

Maybe.

You'll need to help us out a bit, first.

You have a choice here, you know.

You can tell me who this new Renegade is,

or I will shoot you through your heart,

then my friend and I will eat your brain

and wait for a vision
to show us what we want to know.

Why don't you just tell us
who you're working for?

All I wanted was to be a zombie.

Brother Love promised
that if I brought ten humans into Seattle,

he would scratch me.

Now, please. I need to be saved.

Why would Brother Love
want to bring humans into Seattle?

Because when zombies
begin to starve, they'll see a light.

They'll see that
humans are food put on this Earth

for zombies to consume.

I need to pee.

Brother Love? That's a new one.

-Well...

They say his followers are fanatics.

I don't know anything
about what he preaches.

This is the church
Lillywhite told me about.

Why don't you check it out?
See what you think.

I think he's lying, anyway.

He gave us this name too easily.

Save your appetite,

I suspect we'll be having
coyote brain for dinner.

There doesn't seem to be any pattern here.

Isobel's body rejected
all the expected pathogens.

These could be the results for any kid.

I was hoping I'd find
irregularities, but, no.

A month wasted.

You had to start here.

Who knows how much time we'll have.

She's donating her body.
So, we'll have time after--

How old is this actor, Davis?

He's two years older than Isobel. He's 18.

Sure. That's what it says
in his press clippings,

but actors lie, about everything,
especially age.

I told you I saw them kissing.
Hands, tongues.

Bodies pressed together.
The whole shebang.

Good. You're here.

Is something wrong?

Fillmore-Graves captured Curtis.

You know where he's being held?

No idea.

Just before I came in,

I heard Major on the phone,

talking about emergency
guard duty tonight.

Is your hide-a-key
still in the same place?

Liv. Are you sure we should--

You don't think we should be doing
everything we can to save Curtis?

Same place. Yeah.

Come on. I'm parked by the loading dock.

Be careful.

Can you please make sure
the word gets out?

The entry point must be compromised.

Will do.

Hey there, Little Fox. It's Jolly Green.

Donnie Darko is off the board.

No more low road to China.

-Ravi!
-Gotta go.

You'll never guess what happened.

Oh, what happened to you?

-Just left.

Damn. She would've loved to hear this.

You were telling me about why you're wet.

I caught up with Ghansu
in his hotel suite.

I wait until he orders up a burger.

Then I cruise in,

riding a room service trolley.

He pulls a gun,

and we both go shooting over his balcony,

ass over teakettle into a pool...

Three stories down.

Who's Ghansu?

Oh, Clive. I'm kidding.

Did his gun match the one
from the Benedetto murder?

Yes.

That's an amazing story, Clive.

Don't patronize me.

Shh, shh, shh.

Humans, humans everywhere,

and not a brain to eat?

Does that seem fair to you?

No!

Do they understand the sacrifice

we make every single day? They spurn us.

They expel their zombie children

and their zombie elderly
out of their homes

because we disgust them, and, yet...

Do they thank us
for that sacrifice we make?

Each time one of them
passes on the sidewalk, and we don't bash their skulls in,

and rip into that which sates
our primal hunger?

No!
-No.

The well is hell.

Hell is the well!

Four zombies in there. And Curtis.

They got him in that room there.

Maybe if I go full-on zombie,
I can bend those bars.

If it's a Fillmore-Graves' safe house,

don't you think
they would've thought of that?

Besides, they're gonna
hear you break the window.

Not if you do what I ask.

-Hit me.
While they're distracted. Hurry!

For the record, I don't like this.

My nonna hits harder than that.

-Aah!
-Whoa.

Are you as turned on right now as I am?

It's not working, Liv.

Come on, Liv. You know what we need to do.

You can't let them eat my brain.

You're getting married and having a baby.

I knew the risks. She knew the risks.

Oh. I told them Brother Love was Renegade.

Maybe bought us a little time.

Smart. You're a smart kid.

Check the coyote!

Go!

Commander.

Yes?

I'm afraid I have bad news.

What is it?

Our prisoner was turned
into a zombie last night.

How is that possible?

Someone knew where he was.

They broke a window to his room
and scratched him.

And the sound of a breaking window
failed to alert any of you?

We assume whoever did it
set off one of our car alarms.

My car alarm.

And used the cover of the alarm
to get the job done.

Everyone get out their cell phones
right now and unlock them.

I want to know if any of you
might've sent a signal. Unlock that.

Who loves you, baby?

This way.

Hey. Sorry I'm late.

Crazy couple of days.

Tell me about it.

You put a tracker in my pocket?

You could have gotten me killed! Did you even consider that?

You're too close
to Fillmore-Graves, Major.

You're a true believer.
You wouldn't understand.

How the hell are you
even involved with a coyote?

A coyote who works for the biggest
human smuggler in the city, no less.

Look, I know that you smuggled
a kid out of the city,

-but I had--
-Hey, buddy.

I think you need to leave.

-Levon...

He's one of the good guys.
That's who he is.

Isobel. I've got this. Okay?

I remember you. From the morgue.

And you were at the execution.

You two huddled up. And I watched you,

and I thought, "What are they doing?"

And you know the word
that popped into my head?

"Conspiring. That's what they're doing."

Conspiring. Isn't that weird?

You're her, aren't you? You're Renegade.

Oh.

Of course, you are.

Seattle needed a hero,
and guess who volunteered.

The girl who can't find meaning
in her life any other way.

This is gonna get you killed, Liv. But, hey, you were
willing to get me killed, too.

And for who Huh?

Who is he to you?
Was he worth risking my life?

It's time for you to go, buddy.

Get out! Just go!

Go!