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LIV: This was my life before I died.

EMT: 17-year-old male. Went down
playing basketball 20 minutes ago.

-I've got no pulse.
-He's cyanotic.

Where the hell is our Chief Resident?

Did someone page Dr. Jeffreys?

I need X-ray, Pulse Ox
and a central line now.

And the biggest needle
and syringe you've got.

We're doing this now.

WOMAN ON PA: Paging Dr. Jeffreys.

(MONITOR BEEPING)

Dr. Jeffreys to the ER.

We should wait for Dr. Jeffreys.

(MONITOR CONTINUES BEEPING)

-(AIR HISSING)
-(GASPING)

Or not.

Tell Dr. Jeffreys we're good here.

Liv.

It's so weird.

You have all the makings of a nemesis,

but I actually kind of like you.

Want to go to a party tonight?

Oh, I'm not really a party person.

Come on. Show everyone you're not
an over-achieving pain in the ass.

-It's on a boat.
-Thanks for the invite, but I have plans.

Next time, though.

So, basically every day of your life is
like the end of Sixteen Candles?

How psyched are people
when you're their doctor?

Seriously, if we weren't engaged,

I'd be here needing
emergency surgery, like, every other day.

Well, in three months I'm all yours.

Is there any way
we can push that up to, like, now?

And just go elope somewhere.

'Cause I'm kind of feeling
the need to lock this down.

So, you're not gonna believe this.

That girl, Marcy,
who I thought wanted to kill me.

She invited me to a party.

Wow.
So she's embracing your overall perfection

-rather than trying to destroy you.
-(CHUCKLES)

Well played, Marcy the Rival.

-It's on a boat or something.
-Tonight? You should go.

Seriously, you're gonna be stuck with
me for the rest of your life.

Go. Tie one on.

What's the worst that could happen?

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

LIV: The worst that can happen?

Try an inexplicable zombie outbreak.

(COUGHS)

(GASPING)

Followed by a sudden desire to eat brains.

(SHOUTING)

I knew that party was gonna blow.

(CASH REGISTER BEEPING)

On the other hand,
how often can you say you've been changed,

really changed, by a party?

(ROCK INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

(THEME MUSIC PLAYING)

Hey, roomie. I know
you probably won't be super into this...

Okay.

But we thought we'd reinstate
Potluck Tuesday.

-"We"?
-So we can all be together.

On Tuesdays. Like old times, right?

'Cause we all just,
like, love you so much.

And we want to make sure
that you know that,

because, ah,

well, we're a little concerned.

Very concerned, honey.
About your recent behavior.

Which we find to be 100% unlike you.

That's me speaking on behalf
of your brother and me.

No, it's not.

What I'm about to say
comes from a place of love.

You know that, don't you?

That kind of depends on what you say.

You're throwing away your life.

You traded a topnotch
residency at the hospital

for a job at the morgue.

And far be it for me

to weigh in on my daughter's
personal life,

but you will regret
breaking off your engagement

to Major till the end of time.

Place of love.

Do you have any idea how many women would
kill to be with a man like this?

Exactly four. Yeah, I've met 'em.

Quality women.

Yeah. I don't know who they plan on
killing or why they think that's my thing,

but they're super-hot
and ready for murder.

I was told that we wouldn't be
bringing up the engagement today.

Just so you know.

It's evidence. It speaks to state of mind.

I was also told we're not
putting you on trial.

Hey, you're not on trial.

It's just that you've changed so
drastically since that night on the lake.

In the six years
we lived together, you've been this force,

this unstoppable, hyper-focused fireball.

Now, you just watch TV all day
while lying on the couch.

Like you're in a hospice.

This is the first time
you're not volunteering

for the children's hospital haunted house.

And you know how important that is to me.

Okay, I see that
this isn't Potluck Tuesday.

It's an intervention.

Told you she'd figure it out.

Okay, I'll... I'll just say it.

We think you have PTSD.

You go to a boat party and a bunch of
crazy drunks start killing each other.

And then the fire...

I can't even imagine
what you must've seen.

We think you need
professional help though.

I really don't.

(INHALES) But I will try to come down
and help out at the haunted house.

I've gotta get to work.

LIV: They want to help, I get it.

But my burden is of
the bear-it-alone variety.

The really annoying thing
is how right they are.

But I don't have post-traumatic stress.

I have post-traumatic ennui.

Post-traumatic defeatism.

Post-traumatic "What's the point?"

Mmm!

You have to see
this anterior rectus sheath contusion.

It looks exactly like the Virgin Mary
holding a Les Paul. (CHUCKLES)

It would be wrong of me to Instagram that.

LIV: Yes, it would.

(SPOON CLINKING)

So, in the five months you've been here,

what's the weirdest thing you've seen?

You drinking cereal milk over a corpse.

I like that you always keep it under 15
syllables. It gives us good rhythm.

Working with my last resident
was like prepping for the Newlywed Game.

"Oh, what's your favorite color?"

"How old were you when
you first touched a boob?"

It's nice to know
I can dissect a Jane Doe's spleen

without feeling obligated
to list my top desert island albums.

She's a Jane Doe?

She was found in the back
of a garbage truck.

Driver isn't sure where he picked her up.

No ID, no matching prints so far.

The garbage truck was using a crusher,
so that complicates cause of death.

Duty calls.

Suicide.

Or was it murder?

Sew her back up, bag her and box her.

LIV: It's probably wrong
that every time I see a dead body I think,

"What the hell am I doing with my life?"

(BUZZING)

I didn't map out
and color code a 10-year plan for this.

This is not me going
confidently in the direction of my dreams.

I used to have ambition.

I used to be passionate, inspired...

Alive.

Now, I'm mostly just hungry.

Oh, and a zombie. So, there's that.

(BREATHING DEEPLY)

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING ON TV)

(ZOMBIES GROWLING ON TV)

I have so many questions.

First, why the hot sauce?
Is that a zombie thing?

(GULPS)

Everyone knows the party line for
the Lake Washington massacre.

Drugged-up college kids.
Violent fight breaks out.

The only survivors are
the ones smart enough

to jump ship before the fire started.

But I was on duty that night.

Open.

Ah, you see, many of the victims
were missing significant brain mass.

My colleagues attributed
this to the fish in the lake.

Because we all know
rainbow trout go right for the cranium.

Fish. I mean, it was
right there in front of them.

A virus, like rabies, but not.
Something worse.

I'm sorry, I'm confused.
Am I fired or getting a physical?

Fired?
I have, like, a billion questions for you.

I'm contemplating asking you to move in.

How long have you suspected?

Since Raoul Cortez.

The gangbanger, gunshot victim?

You finished the autopsy for me.

Well, the detective on his case
needed me to open him back up.

Guess what he was missing?

-A strong male role model?
-And a half-pound of brain.

See, after I confirmed
that you were a survivor of the massacre,

I started, you know, opening all
the bodies you finished off for me.

Resting heart rate. Ten beats per minute.

How have you been so normal to me?

What am I supposed to be?

Freaked out? Leading torch-wielding
villagers to my apartment?

I've been terrified about
somebody finding out about me for months

and you're acting like
it's the measles I've contracted.

-So, no one else knows?
-God, no.

I mean, that must be hard.

You know, dealing with this on your own.

Did you know I used to work for the CDC?

I got canned. Wanna know why?

Because you believe in zombies?

They got tired of my warnings.

A nuclear war
or an asteroid strike is bad,

but the most urgent issue facing humanity?

Man-made plague. Biological warfare.

That night on the lake, people were doing
this new designer drug called Utopium.

-Did you partake?
-No!

The irony is I don't even go to
parties with regular drugs,

let alone fancy new designer drugs.

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYS OVER SPEAKERS)

(SNIFFING)

Hey! You looking to party?

This is Utopium.

It'll fry your brain,
dip it in batter and fry it again.

Having my brain treated like a corn dog.
Not so tempting.

You're pretty tempting.

-(GASPS)
-(SNORTS)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

That's when all hell broke loose.

Do tell.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(GROWLING)

(COUGHS)

(GASPING)

The EMT was too upset about
having accidentally bagged a "living" girl

to ponder any other possibilities.

Well, your current condition
certainly makes drawing blood a challenge.

Just so you know,
regarding my unique dietary needs...

I do it as infrequently as possible.

If I don't eat I become dumber, meaner.

And I'm afraid that
if I let it go long enough,

-I'll go all George Romero.
-The hot sauce?

Pretty much the only way
I can taste anything is if it has at least

six chili peppers next to it on a menu.

The weirdest thing of all...

Dr. Death.
What's the story with my Jane Doe?

You ID her yet?

Not yet, Detective.

Uh, we ran her prints
through system and got nothing back.

I'll process her dental records next.

Did you find anything
in the dumpster that can help us?

Please say vomit.

These.

They aren't police issue. They're novelty.

I am arresting you for shoplifting.

You have the right
to retain counsel without delay.

You have the right to free and immediate
legal advice from duty counsel.

Your report said cause of death
was blunt-force trauma.

You sure it wasn't just a garbage can
crushing her skull?

Shoplifting. In Canada.

She was arrested for shoplifting
in Vancouver in 2008.

And you know this because...

That's when Obama was elected.

It was just a hunch. Forget it.

Ah, that's a pretty specific hunch.

Detective Babineaux,
my resident, Olivia Moore.

I think Liv's not feeling well.

Could it be something you ate?

So, what?
Did she have Moosehead in the bloodstream?

"I heart shoplifting" tattoo?

-Well...
-Stefani Germanotta!

(SCOFFS)

Arrested November 6th, 2008,
in Vancouver for shoplifting.

The prints match. This is our girl.

Are y'all screwing around with me?

How did you know that?
I want a straight answer.

Liv's a psychic.

Ish...

(CHUCKLES)

Fine. That's how we'll play it.

Everyone screws with the new guy.

(EXHALES)

Tell me that was brain-related.

It's one of the side-effects.

When I eat a brain I get visions.

Flashes of memories, or dreams.

I don't know exactly what they are,

but it feels like being on
somebody else's acid trip.

Do you mind

if I run a cognitive evaluation
before the end of your shift?

And maybe get a few saliva samples?

Mind? It's what I live for.

LIV: They call death the eternal sleep.

But I haven't slept in five months.

I tortured myself
obsessing over every worst-case scenario,

like my best friend
catching me eating brains,

or my brother being consumed in a zombie
apocalypse I unwittingly bring on.

But it's not like I can talk it out

or confide in my loved ones
about what's going on with me.

I have no idea who I am anymore.

What purpose, if any, I serve.

But the real question
is why do I suddenly,

desperately need a handful
of plastic eyeballs?

Well...

Look who decided
to join the human race. (CHUCKLES)

What station do you want? Tombstones?
Blood splatter?

I don't really care.

Kind of your personal motto lately.

Liv! Oh! I can't tell you
how happy it makes me to see you here.

Let's see, where to put you?
Where to put you... Um...

Why don't you grab a hammer

and head over to where
they're building the mad scientist's lab?

Oh! Over there with my ex-fiancé?

Sly, Mom.

How about I paint tombstones instead?

I genuinely don't understand you anymore.

LIV: Sorry, Mom. No way in hell

I'm risking giving the man I love zombie.

(WOMAN SCREAMS)

Here's Johnny!

(GASPING)

WOMAN ON TV: KSTW news.

Johnny Frost with
up-to-the-minute weather.

You saw "KSTW's own Johnny
Frost" murder our Jane Doe?

Just the pre-murder part.

You have to tell Detective Babineaux.

I was kind of hoping you could do that.

You're the one who told him
I was a psychic.

I'm having a hard enough time
pretending I'm alive,

let alone throwing a performance
as a psychic into my repertoire.

Liv.

You ate the girl's temporal lobe.

Going to the police with her potential
murderer is the least you can do.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

You're not in Vice anymore, Babineaux.
This is Homicide.

Time to step up your game.

Miss Cleo.
Tell me, is my day going to get worse?

-Hell if I know.
-Yeah, that's what I thought.

Look, I saw something
I thought you should know about.

Saw with your eyes
or saw with your "gift"?

(DETECTIVES SINGING)

(DETECTIVES LAUGHING)

I think those guys want your bad romance.

Unless singing Gaga
around the station is a cop thing.

Only after one of their peers
proudly reports Stefani Germanotta

as the name of the murder victim.

That name you gave me
is Lady Gaga's real name.

-So you know...
-(SOFTLY) Oh...

The Jane Doe must've
given that name to the police

when she was arrested in Vancouver.
It's still the girl.

Been in Homicide
two months without a collar.

Lieutenant's breathing down my neck,
and now I'm back to square one.

Like I said, I saw something.

I think I saw who killed her.

That's great. Do tell.

I'll pick him up,
maybe grab some lunch. (SNIFFLES)

What'd you say his name was again?

Johnny Frost.

The weather man for Channel 11?

Look, I brought the info to you,

you can do with it what you will.

So, you just come up in here,
dump a pile of crazy on my lap

and expect me to put my reputation
on the line by grilling this guy?

Yeah, I guess. Bye.

No, no, no, no, no.
It's not gonna work like that.

Let's you and me
go talk to the weatherman.

Wait. Me?

What?

And that high pressure system
is gonna move right through here

and with it comes
the cuddle-up weather, folks.

Start making that hot cocoa.
We're talking low 50s.

MAN: That's great, Johnny. That's great.

Yep. That is definitely the guy
from my vision. Can I go now?

Oh, hell, no.

We're about to know whether you're
the real deal or a one-trick pony.

Oh, what? You're gonna say,

"My psychic friend here
says you're a murderer.

"Sign this confession."

Nope. Won't need to.

When he sees this photo,

his reaction will let us know
how psychic you really are.

Excuse me, Mr. Frost.

Oh! Happy to! Who do I make it out to?

Seattle Police Department.

I take it you know her.

I don't.

Any more questions,
you can ask with my lawyer present.

You could use some sun, young lady.

"Here's Johnny!"

Did she record our sessions?

Look. Uh... I am a beloved public figure.

Isn't there something we could do
to just make this go away?

Generally speaking,
murder isn't something we just let slide.

Murder? Tatiana's dead?

Can you account
for your whereabouts Monday evening?

I was here,

on live TV at 6:00 and 11:00
doing the weather.

I have 100,000 eye witnesses.

I'm gonna need you to tell me
everything you know about Tatiana.

JOHNNY: See? Role playing.

The trophy wife and the intruder
was one of our go-tos.

How do you even know about this?

JOHNNY: Did you talk to Tess?

-Who's Tess?
-Her friend.

-Have they worked together a lot?
-I don't know.

I only doubled the fun
once on my birthday.

CLIVE: You have an address for her?

It's not like I sent her a Christmas card.

CLIVE: Call me
if you think of anything else.

(SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC PLAYING ON TV)

I guess I should be grateful
there's only one of me.

If my zombie movie research
has taught me anything,

it's that being part of
a horde would suck.

Are you sure about being the only one?

There were other survivors.

I'm not positive.

It's one of the things
that keeps me up at night.

But it's been five months,

I feel like there'd be
some buzz on the street

if we were mid-zombie apocalypse.

CLIVE: Zombies!

(SCOFFS) I would be a dangerous man
after the zombies came.

I wouldn't be making any rookie mistakes.

Is that a scratch on my grandmother? Bham!

Hasta la vista, Mee-Ma.

-Chivalry is dead.
-But Clive's alive.

You got an hour?

To do that voodoo that you do.

I haven't had any more visions.

You said they were triggered
when you saw the stuff

the victim saw, heard or smelled,

so I made an appointment
with Tatiana's friend, Tess.

So...

So, I need you to come with me
and smell, look and listen.

It won't take long, just
a couple of sniffs and a quick look-see,

then it's back to your lair,
Dark Princess.

-Say what?
-'Cause you know, you're all...

(STUTTERS) I don't know what you are.
Emo? Goth?

Which is the one
who's too tortured to go on living?

What I am is a doctor
who is too busy to do your job for you.

You're a doctor who is watching a movie.

You should go.

Technically, helping with
the investigation is part of the job.

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

This Tess girl also has a clean record.

I mean, that's two girls
who come up on the first page

of an Internet search for Seattle Escorts
and not an arrest between them.

Well, maybe cops should google more.

See, that's what I'm talking about.

That whole "whatever" vibe?
I mean, what's with that?

Why are you so concerned with my vibe?

I find it perplexing.

I'm standing in a hallway
waiting to smell a call girl.

This is vibe appropriate.

Ma'am.

Costs double for two.

Oh, sorry, no English.

-What is that? Russian?
-Romanian.

Romanian mean girl.

What do you want, cop? I'm busy.

Well, I know for a fact
you've got the next hour free.

I booked your time.

Everything okay, Tess?

They hassling you? She has rights.

It's okay, Truman. Go back inside.

Thank you for your citizenship.

(DOOR CLOSES)

We're here to ask about
a business associate of yours, Tatiana.

(SCOFFS) Tatiana!

What has she done this time, huh?

I'm sorry to have to tell you,
Tatiana is dead.

She was murdered.

When was the last time you saw her?

I don't know anything.

(TESS WHIMPERS)

Whoa!

Miss...
Miss, please come out and talk to us.

We could use your help.

Did you work with her
on the night of the 16th?

We don't even have a full
name for Tatiana, Tess.

-(TESS CRYING)
-Her family needs to be notified.

Is that her real name?

TESS: Tatiana Korzha.

CLIVE: This is Tatiana's place?

Do you know how many people I'd have to
sleep with to afford this neighborhood?

I know what she was,
but she always paid her rent on time.

Oh, my!

Thank you. We'll take it from here.

Do whatever you do. Just try not to
move things around too much.

Whoever ransacked this place
left Tatiana's purse.

Stereo, TV.

It wasn't a robbery.

Here's her phone.

Tess called her the day she died.

The 16th, right?

(TESS SPEAKING ROMANIAN ON RECORDING)

It's for you.

"Hey, you little klepto,
get your ass back up to the suite.

"Or we are never gonna work
with you again."

"We"?

So, there was another
girl there that night.

It sounds like Tatiana stole something.

Look at all this crap.

Klepto starts to make sense.

LIV: So much sense.

Eating Tatiana's brain
didn't just give me some of her memories,

it gave me kleptomania
and the ability to speak Romanian.

Huh! So "you are what you eat"
isn't just a bitchy thing

my mother says about fat people.

TATIANA: I don't have it! It's not here!

MAN: Where's my friggin' ring?
I know you have it!

TATIANA: Please... My foot is slipping!

(TATIANA SCREAMING)

-(GASPS)
-Hey. You okay?

I just saw her die.

We need to find who did this
and nail his ass to the wall.

LIV: So, some psychotic bastard tripled
the fun with three call girls

and is willing to murder
to get his stolen ring back?

She's gone.
Whatever you told her sent her running.

It's her body, you know.

Did she say where she was going?

Like I'm gonna tell you.

Hey! Karl Marx!

There's one girl dead already.

We're trying to stop
that number from going up.

Oh, God.

Tess didn't say where she was going.

She had a couple of suitcases,
and she asked me to pick up her mail. Um.

Sorry about the other girl.

Wait, it wasn't Monica, was it?

Monica?

Friend of Tess'.
She came around here a lot.

-They work together?
-(SCOFFS) I hope not.

Well, she seemed like a kid to me.
I never thought of her in that way.

Sure you didn't.

Monica's listed under
Tatiana's other friends. Is this her?

Yeah.

Yo! Dirty Debbie Harry! Slow your roll.

I'm supposed to be at work,

and I'm afraid I'm gonna find this
Monica girl waiting in a drawer for me.

We've gotta do something.

What happened to, "Do with it
what you will"? Where's that girl?

When Tatiana was falling to her death,
I could feel it.

She knew she was gonna die.
It's personal now.

Okay. We're gonna find her.

I would've heard
if a new body had turned up.

I'll track down her address. You think
your boss will let you come with me?

I have very little doubt about that.

You know, when Internal Affairs
asks me about chest poking...

I saw nothing.

Of course you can help the detective.

A call girl gets murdered,
you eat her brains, help find her killer.

It's like that Elton John song.

Philadelphia Freedom?

The one from The Lion King.

Yes, Sir Elton specifically references
dead call girls in The Circle of Life.

-"O.M." Is that me?
-Mmm-hmm.

And you're giving me E. coli?

I'm treating your blood
with different bacteria.

It's all just preliminary research.

If you want to find the cure you have
to know how a disease defends itself.

The more scenarios you expose it to,
the more you know how it works.

Wait. You think you can cure this?

(EXHALES)

It could take years.
It's an uphill battle but so was polio.

Why did you think
I was running all those tests?

What... You were expecting
to stay like this forever?

LIV: As a matter of fact, I was.

Great. Thank you, Sergeant.

I got an address for Monica. Let's roll.

Sorry. Something's come up.

There's this thing I need to do.

Wait, that's it?

Thought I had a psychic sidekick.

I was working on the bit...

Cagney and Pasty.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

LIV: Major wanted to know
if there was a chance for us.

I thought shutting him down was noble.

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

But what if there is hope?

Even if it's dim
and somewhere in the nebulous future,

it's a hope I need in order to survive.

But what about what Major needs?

Can I really ask him to wait for a day
that may never come?

(MAJOR AND WOMAN LAUGHING)

WOMAN: Oh!

LIV: When you die,
life goes on without you.

If you're among the living dead,
you're around to watch.

Giving up my dream of becoming
a heart surgeon was depressing.

Eating brains sucks beyond words.

But seeing Major possibly
moving on with someone else?

That's my threshold.

That's the soul crusher.

You wanted to see me, Lieutenant?

Pratt here has a CI
who's got a lead on the dead girl.

He's gonna run the case from here on out.

But I'm so close, sir.

The killer was one of Tatiana's johns.

The john's ring was stolen,
and he killed her trying to get it back.

Only she didn't have it.

I've got a witness that says one of them
got out of Dodge with a suitcase,

and it looks like
the other one left with her dog.

Three call girls?

Who are we looking for, Superman?
(CHUCKLES) Ron Jeremy?

I've got leads on the girls.

One of them is enrolled
at one of those online colleges.

She logged into
her economics class an hour ago.

I've got an IP address.

The nerds in computer forensics
are working on a location for me.

Sir, we need to find these
girls before the killer does.

Well, maybe Pratt will let you tag along,

if that address amounts to anything.

(CLIVE SIGHS)

-Babineaux.
-Yeah.

I'm sorry about that, man.

Low guy on the totem pole
always gets boned, right?

But, hey, it'll make it that much sweeter
when you bag your first collar, right?

Look, do me a favor.

Follow up on some of your interviews.
Talk to the weatherman.

Have another conversation
with Tess' neighbor.

Please, I appreciate it.

All right.

Thank you.

(WOMEN SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY ON TV)

Weird question, have you seen my pens?

Oh.

Great, thanks.

(SCOFFS)

I so wanna write you off.

I so wanna be in that

"You can't help those who
don't help themselves" place.

But despite all of this... (SIGHS)

You're my freakin' heart.

So, if you could step up,
I'd appreciate it. (EXHALES SHARPLY)

Okay.

(INHALES SOFTLY)

LIV: I can't refuse to be dead.

I can't eat a ham sandwich
and feel like a sated normal human being.

I can't have sex, or tell the people
I love what's going on with me,

but I can choose not to have
a drawer full of fake eyeballs

and strangers' tchotchkes.

I can choose to be a decent person.

I can choose to help find justice
for a fellow dead girl.

(SUSPENSEFUL INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

PRATT: Ma'am? Can I help you?

Ah. I'm from the ME's office.

I wanted to see Detective Babineaux.

I'm sorry, he's out.

I've got computer forensics
on the line for Babineaux.

They got that address for those girls.

This is Pratt. Uh-huh.

PRATT: Great, thank you.

Um. Do you want me to leave him a message?

I'm good.

Okay.

Hey. Just looking for you.

Yeah, I'm sure
you're incredibly busy, but...

No, I'm not. I'm back on the case.

What do you need?

Johnny Frost said
Tatiana had a babbos daypork,

or deerpork, something like that.

-You mean barbos de porc?
-Okay.

It means "bearded pig."

Tatiana had a bearded pig.

You sure you're saying that right?

No, that can't be it.

Wait...

Son of a bitch.

That's why none of the girls
have a record.

He's a cop.

A bearded cop. It's Pratt.

There's no CI. He wanted me
off the case before I solved it.

Wait, is Pratt the detective
who sits one desk over from you?

-Yeah.
-He knows where the girls are.

He has the address.

Damn! That really works.

CLIVE: What do you not understand?

I need immediate backup.
These girls are in real danger.

I'll pass along your message, Detective.

(LAUGHS) Controlling, relentless,
vindictive, schizo, crazy bitch.

My wife is like Satan with a fat ass.

If she comes home from Boca

and I don't have my wedding ring...

(WHISTLES)

Did I mention it was her grandpa's ring?

You want to hear the gory details
how the ring survived Dachau

and her grandfather did not?

(SCOFFS)

(GASPING)

Which one of you ladies
is gonna tell me where my ring is?

You'd be my favorite.

CLIVE: There's Pratt's car.

I don't want to get any closer
in case he hears us.

-Stay here.
-What else am I gonna do?

Subdue him with a good verbal flogging?

I'm just saying, don't get intrepid.

Tatiana was always stealing things.
She couldn't help it.

Yes, you told me that.

But she didn't have it.

I saw the look in her eye.

-Where is my ring?
-(CRYING)

-I pawned it!
-(SOFTLY) Monica!

MONICA: I needed the money for school,

and I knew Tatiana would take the blame
because she steals things.

You do see how this is your fault?

I am not gonna live
in a one-room apartment

while my wife gets half my salary!

You killed Tatiana! You did!
I didn't want this.

(TESS AND MONICA SOBBING)

(GASPS)

(TESS AND MONICA SCREAMING)

Upstairs! He ran upstairs!

(SUSPENSEFUL INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

No. No, no, no.

(ENGINE STARTING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

Get out of the car!

Get out of that car or I'll shoot you!

PRATT: Get out of the car.
Get out of that car!

-(LIV SCREAMS)
-(GLASS SHATTERS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(BOTH GASPING)

Liv!

(PANTING)

(SOFTLY) What the hell?

(LIV GRUNTS)

(GRUNTS)

(LIV SCREAMS)

(OMINOUS INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

(GROWLING)

CLIVE: Liv!

I saw you get shot.

He missed.

I played dead and then
I just chased after his car.

Adrenaline is no joke.

Too intrepid?

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

Way too intrepid.

-Tess and Monica?
-Yeah, they're okay.

Why is there a bullet hole
in the roof of my car?

Maybe he was celebrating
drunk cowboy style.

(IMITATES GUNSHOTS)

I don't know. Literally, I got here,
like, two seconds before you did.

He was about to kill them.

We got here just in time.

Thanks to you.

And you. I mean, you drove.

Seriously, how did you
solve crime before me?

I feel like I'm kind of vital
to this whole operation.

Want me to check him out? I am a doctor.

Go see to the girls. I got this.

CLIVE: You're right.

This is so much sweeter.

I got mad and suddenly I was 99% zombie.

Like 28 Days Later style,
but with a side of Rage Bomb.

I was a dead, alabaster badass.

I'm performing open heart
surgery on you without anesthesia.

You're beyond badass. There it is.

(EXHALES) I mean, I'd offer to stitch
you up, but there isn't even much blood.

Must take the pressure off
when your patient's already dead.

Hey, you have to stop
calling yourself that.

You're not dead. You're undead.

Big difference.

Just think about what you did tonight.

You saved two women's lives.

You got justice for another, and
you got a very bad man off the streets.

And as God is my witness,
you'll never be hungry again.

Fresh brains for later.
But now, let's get to work. Shall we?

(UPBEAT INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC)

LIV: Life's short and then you die.

And then...
Then you have to make some decisions.

You can skulk around,
lamenting all that you've lost,

try to keep yourself numb and isolated.

Or you can embrace who you are.

I heard there'd be brains.

Oh, ho-ho! Man.
See, now I want to be a zombie.

It's kind of a commitment. You gotta lock
down a whole "lifeless but crazy" stare.

And then there's the brain-eating
and the dance moves.

You make an awesome zombie.

-Don't I though?
-Yeah.

Who wants to go
scare the crap out of some kids?

(SCREAMING)

Have you seen your sister?

She told me she would help with
the tickets.

Of course that would require her
to make it off her couch.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

I don't think making it off her couch
was an issue.

LIV: I wanted
to do something with my life.

I wanted to help people.

Not necessarily as a zombie psychic
who eats murder victim brains,

but still...

I so nailed it today.

I've spent five months
bemoaning all that was taken from me.

It never occurred to me
that I'd have something to give.

A way to contribute.

A reason for being not alive.

To sleep, perchance to not dream.

All I needed was some hope that there's a
future that I fit into somehow.

At last.

Sweet blissful sleep.

(POLICE SIREN BLARING)

(GRUNTING)

(MAN GASPING)

(PANTING)