All language subtitles for iZombie_S01E05_Flight of the Living Dead.en.cc

What are we drinking?
This is a Mezcal

made in some remote village
in South America.

Mexico. Oaxaca.

It's really hard to find.
I mean, there's only, like,
200 bottles made a year.

His agent got it for him.

May we never go to hell,
but always be on our way.

(CHEERING AND WHOOPING)

Red light, people.

(CHEERING AND WHOOPING)

(GASPS)
Live to the max!

Yeah!

(POLICE RADIO CONVERSATIONS)

(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)

Even if I laid out here
long enough,

I still wouldn't get a tan.

I used to have freckles.

I miss my freckles.

Two hours.
Two hours going back
and forth on extraction.

Meanwhile,
we're in the middle
of the sticks.

And I forgot my phone.

And I'm hungry.

Of everyone here,
who would you eat first?

I think first I'd ask if
someone could spare an apple.

Or half a sandwich.

I was watching TV on Saturday
and I saw
an egg salad sandwich.

And I was like,
"I loved egg salad
when I was alive."

There's gotta be
an equivalent I can make.

Vegans can pull it off
with tofu,

so why can't
I do it with brains?

So I went down to the
artisanal spice shop on Pike,

you know,
Seasons For All Seasons,

and I picked up some stuff.

In the end,
the sandwich wasn't so bad.

It didn't quite hit the mark,
but kind of close.

So, work in progress.

Hashtag, YOLO.

Okay, amuse yourself then.

I think you might be having
shish kebab for lunch.
(CHUCKLES)

I get it. Food on a stick.

You're so juvenile.

Chicken satay.
(CHUCKLES)

Cocktail wieners.

Lollipops. Popsicles.

Cake pops.

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Corn dogs!

Hey, what's up?

PEYTON: (SOFTLY) Liv?

Peyton? What's wrong?

Are you okay?

(SNIFFLES) No, it's not me.

Uh, Holly was in an accident.

Holly Driscoll?

No, uh, Holly White,
from Mu Theta Zeta.

Oh, my God. What happened?

I just started seeing these
"RIP Holly" messages
on my feed.

Someone said it was
a skydiving accident.

(THEME SONG PLAYING)

Holly and I
went to college together.

We were in the same sorority
for a while.

Well, you can
sit this one out.

I'm fine.

Man, I thought the insides
of my thighs were pale.

Anyway, uh...

Nothing out of the
ordinary here.

Her chute deployed,
equipment looks good.

The sport chutes
they were using were
dangerous to begin with,

and this drop zone
is not for the faint of heart.

Just your run-of-the-mill
Darwin Award.
Bunch of dumbasses.

Incoming.
I know you'll chalk this up
to human error,

but that's crap.

Holly's jumped
a hundred times.

Something went wrong
up in the plane.

She was supposed to go last.
Instead, that guy...

Went last. And late.
Both of them.

He was nowhere to be found
after we landed.

We keep asking what happened,
but he's not talking.

Hi, Detective Babineaux?

Do you remember me?

Of course. Major.
Liv's friend.

Please, call me Clive.
Have a seat.

Did, uh, Eddie turn up?

No. That's, uh,
actually why I'm here.

Eddie never came home.
And now Jerome's missing.

He hasn't been
by Helton Shelter
in more than week.

And I haven't heard from him
in a few days.

I tried calling his phone
this morning,

but the number's been
disconnected.

Have you called
the hospitals?

Checked with friends,
relatives?

I... I did all of that.

You should talk to
Missing Persons.

MAJOR: Yeah,
I did that, too.

Look, you're my last resort.

Man,
I am buried right now.

I've got two
open investigations,

my lieutenant's
being a hard-ass lately...

I'm homicide. I go to work
when there's a body.

This really is
a Missing Persons case.

They're useless!

The moment they hear
"Helton Shelter,"
they stop listening.

They don't return my calls.

Okay.

I get that
you're frustrated.

They're stretched thin
over there,

but I can put a call in
to my guy

and get Jerome
moved up the priority list.

When'd you last see him?

Uh, it was last Thursday.
(SIGHS)

He was headed
to the skate park,
to go look for Eddie.

He was wearing
a gray and blue hoodie,

blue T-shirt, jeans
and sneakers.

They were American flag
high tops.

Do you remember
the skate park guy that
Jerome was talking about?

He called him the Candyman.
Said he was scary,

and that he was
giving drugs to kids?

Can...
Can we not go down there

and just check him out
or something?

I'll let my guy at MPU know.

(SIGHS)

(SCOFFS)

Major, don't do
anything stupid.

LIV: Holly was
the opposite of me.

She was adventurous and free,

I was disciplined and safe.

She was unlike anyone
I'd ever met.

There wasn't a Mu Theta rule
she didn't violate.

I guess that's why
we kicked her out.

Even though
I didn't understand her,

part of me
wished I could be her.

You know, you don't have to,
um... Eat her.

We're not lacking
for options.

We have the crossing guard,
the lady who stroked out
in the park...

It's fine.

I mean...

It is a little weird,
like I'll be reading her diary
or something, but...

I do this for strangers
all the time.

If there's someone
I owe it to, it's Holly.

That friend of hers
seemed so sure
this wasn't an accident.

I have to know
if someone did this to her.

(DRILL WHIRRING)

Kilimanjaro,
the cenotes in Belize...

All these profile pictures
look like a
National Geographic.

God, what a dumb way to die.
Ugh.

Don't jump out of planes.
Like nature intended.

You know, if she'd spent
more time reading

than flipping the bird
to gravity,

she'd know that
you're going down

when you fly too
close to the sun.

Lots of people skydive.
That doesn't make you Icarus.

True, but Holly went
skydiving, spelunking,

base jumping,
mountain climbing...

All the dangerous "ings."

So statistically, she had
an even greater chance of
self-destructing than Icarus.

Oh,
I'm not being insensitive.

It's true.

And yes, it's also true
that she was funny and smart,

and beautiful, and...

Always had your back
when you needed it.

That's why I'm so pissed off.
'Cause she threw it away.

I don't know,
I think she'd disagree.

I think she was a dying-
as-a-consequence-of-life
kind of girl.

That's a nice thought.

But people who say that,
say that from the comfort
of their aliveness.

I remember one time

she found me wandering
in a fugue after I got an 89
on my organic chem lab,

and I was like,
"So much for medical school."

Okay, insane. But I get it.
Go on.

And she was like,

"Liv, the grades and crap
don't matter in the long run.

"You gotta start sucking
the marrow out of life."

And on the way back
to Mu Theta,

we hopped a fence
and swam in someone's pool.

Now that I think about it,
that was one of the best times
I ever had in college.

You didn't tell me that!
I feel so cheated on.

And yet we both voted
to kick her out of Mu Theta.

Ugh.

Not our finest moment.

Okay, but you're forgetting
how, like,
over the top she was.

Remember when she'd
come crashing home
at, like, 4:00 a.m.?

Then she'd leave her naked
strays on the couch for us to
find in the morning. Ugh.

She was just being
a college student.

Didn't you ever worry
she had something
figured out that we didn't?

Oh, wow.

This post is from last night.

HOLLY: Look what I found!
The life of the party.

Lowell, control yourself.

I haven't heard that beautiful
voice in so long.

It'll be fine!

You've done this a thousand...

Go!

PEYTON: Doesn't it
freak you out that Facebook

somehow knows that you
were thinking of buying boots
and reducing belly fat?

I need you to look into
Holly White.

She's the skydiver
from yesterday.

Do you see her name
in red up there?

It's not a homicide.

The FAA ruled it
an accident.

That ruling's not official
until my office weighs in.

We're still waiting
on toxicology.

In the meantime...
In the meantime you want me
to invent a case.

I've got two open, Liv.
My lieutenant
is a moody dude.

We can keep things quiet
till we have something.

I had a vision. This guy
that Holly jumped with,
his name's Lowell Tracey.

I saw him freak out on her.
He scared her.

And one of her friends is sure
he had something to do
with her death.

Please, we have to do
something.

She was a friend
from college.

(SIGHS) All right.

I've got your back
until it hits the fan.

If you haven't noticed,
I'm not winning any popularity
contest around here.

Against my better judgment,
I'll bring in...

Lowell Tracey. Thank you.

Oh, and they were
wearing helmet cams.
We're gonna need that footage.

Got it. Anything else?

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(UPBEAT MUSIC PLAYING)

Why am I here?

It's just an exploratory
interview.

Fact-finding
for the investigation.

Establishing a timeline.
That sort of thing.

"Investigation"? So you're
suggesting that Holly was...

You.

Sorry, I'm late.

This is Olivia Moore.

She's the ME on Holly's case.

"Liv Moore," huh?

So...

Do you?

Are we ready?

Mr. Tracey, tell me about this
Max Rager skydiving group.

Why's an energy drink company
footing the bill

for you to
jump out of a plane?

If you're under
Max Rager's thumb,

you are contractually
obligated to look good

doing pointless and or
dangerous crap on camera.

How are you under
their thumb?

They put out my last album.
I'm signed to their label.

You sound real happy
about that.

What happened
up in that plane?

Why did you jump last?
And why couldn't they
find you when you landed?

Thank you,
Detective Moore.

So why didn't
Holly jump last?

Why ask when you can just
watch the helmet cam footage?

Tell us what we're gonna see
when it comes in.

Holly jumped first because

I got nervous.

I almost backed down.
Been a while
since I last jumped.

I asked her
to go before me.

"Asked" implies nicely.

Still doesn't cover why
you went missing for
30 minutes on the ground.

I landed away
from the drop zone.

Had no idea where I was,
wandered around until I found
everybody. Riveting stuff!

All of which you can watch
on the helmet cam footage.

You know what I think
I'm gonna do?

Check on the footage.

Why were you miserable
at Carson's party the night
before the jump?

Were you and Holly
sleeping together?

Let's talk about you.
(SCOFFS)

Nah, how about this.

You answer my question.

I'll answer a question
if you answer a question.

Whatever. Fine.

I was miserable because
Carson's parties blow,

and no, I was not
sleeping with Holly.

She was just my favorite
person to hang with
at Max Rager events.

She was...

Genuine...

And smart...

Unlike the
rest of those guys.

Now, it's my turn.

Do you have a boyfriend?

(DOOR OPENING)

CLIVE: Got some bad news
for you, rock star.

Max Rager, in their infinite
wisdom,

destroyed all
the footage from the jump.

Now what reason would
they have,

other than protecting you,
to do that?

Any theories?

Have you met
that guy before?

Lowell? No.

Huh...
Seems like he knew you.

What did you think of him?

Well, he's a smart ass,
withholding, evasive.

When you've got
nothing to hide,
you tend to be open.

Let's bring his friends in,
find out more about him.

Just a few
basic questions.

You can start with
your full name,
what you do,

and your affiliation
with Max Rager.

Ren Smith.

I'm kind of an all around
action sports guy.

Mainly motocross.
Some stunt stuff. X Games.

Uh... Max Rager sponsors me.

It's a dream job.

I get paid to hang out
with my friends.

They're not all my friends,
I guess.

Eliza Marquette,
Brand Marketing,

Director of Advertising
at Max Rager.

Care to shed some light
on why the dive footage
was destroyed?

Of course.

We wanted to protect
Holly's family from seeing
images of her

plummeting to her death.

Oh, so it was
for their good?

Ours, too.

Who would her family sue
if that footage leaked out?

Is it typical for
Max Rager executives

to skydive
with their athletes?

Not really. But Carson's
my boyfriend, so...

Carson McComb. I'm essentially
in advertising.

You know,
I get paid stupid money
to put my face on things.

On occasion,
I snowboard in the Olympics
and the X Games,

but my face is my passion.

Training's intense,
you know,
lots of moisturizing and...

Pro snowboarder.

It's been suggested that
Lowell Tracey

was acting strangely
leading up to the jump.
Is that accurate?

The past couple months,
he's been withdrawn,
has canceled a couple events,

but he's really
a great artist overall.

Lowell was weird at Carson's
party the night before.

I don't know if he's on drugs
or off them.

You know musicians.
Either way,

he was acting like
a bitch and Holly
made it her business

to try and find out
what was up.

Were Lowell and Holly
involved romantically?

No. No. I mean,
she invited him
to everything.

She was really
into his music, which...

(SNORTS) Whatever.

But he just shut her down.

You know,
he was like the one guy
who could resist her.

He was the one guy
who could resist her?

You're a guy.

I know everything about
Carson's past fling
with Holly.

But that's exactly
what it was, a past fling.

It was long over.

Carson and Holly
were not over.

See, Eliza lived in fear
of Holly snapping her fingers
and getting Carson back.

I... I wasn't sleeping
with Holly.

Anymore.

The last time was, like,
forever ago.

Six weeks ago.

Ms. Marquette's
under the impression

you've been her
one and only for
the better part of a year.

Please don't tell Eliza.

Please.

Please, Holly,
don't make me do this.

It'll ruin everything
if it gets out.

Let's just keep this
between us.

You don't know
how important this is to me.

CARSON:
This is like Vegas, right?

What happens in
the interrogation,

stays in the interrogation?
Right?

All I did
was look at him.

Carson's hiding something.
I had a vision.

He was freaking out about
Holly making him
tell people something.

And Ren was
in bed behind him.

If I had to guess, I'd say
Carson and Ren were lovers.

That's a secret
he was desperate to keep.

Who isn't this dude
sleeping with?

The pilot who flew
the plane?

Was Holly scared
in your vision?

Did Carson seem threatening?

No. He was a wuss.

It was his wussiness
that triggered my vision.

Look, we've got a sketchy
musician, a serial cheater,

and some destroyed
eyewitness footage.

That last bit
bugs me the most.

Still, it's not enough
to call this a murder.

LIV: By all appearances,
Clive's right.

I've got nothing.

Just a gut feeling that I need
to keep pulling this thread.

(CARS HONKING)

Maybe it was just
a senseless tragedy.

If you live each day
like it's your last,

someday you'll be right.

Maybe I should just try to
enjoy the last few days
I have with Holly.

Ah, finally,
you're here!

I've got something
to show you.

Babineaux, every
morning I start with
a little quiet time.

Sip my coffee.
Check Instagram.

I'm on this new diet,
so I look at pictures of food
I can't have.

Some people hate on
food pictures, not me.

Bowls of spaghetti
are my porn.

I didn't get to enjoy my
little routine this morning.

Instead, I was on the phone
with lawyers from Max Rager,

answering questions about
a case I didn't know existed.

Sir, I'm sorry, I know I...
I should've...

I'm gonna say this once.

If it's not
on the board in red,

it's somebody else's problem.

And I don't care
if come Sunday

you find your own mother
dead in her kitchen
with an ax in her head.

If Mama Babineaux ain't on
the board in red, she's what?

Somebody else's problem.

LIV: Clive!

Holly had sodium oxybate
in her system.

GHB?

Five, ten minutes after she
ingested it, she'd be useless.

I can't believe she even
opened her chute.

Who are you?

Liv Moore, ME's office.

You been here long?

Yeah, a few months.

Sir?

Congratulations, Babineaux,
you managed to get it
on the board.

Don't screw it up.

I'm sorry I got you
into trouble.

It's not your fault.
It's my MO.

Tomorrow we'll bring in
the skydiving crew again.

Given the timing,

they're the only ones
who could've dosed Holly.

I'll be at Carson's tonight
for Holly's memorial.

Whoever killed her will
probably be there, too,

eating deli meat off
a toothpick and talking
about the good times.

That's perfect.
You can take a look around.

During my friend's memorial?

We'll never have another
invitation to Carson's house
without a warrant.

Just keep that
third eye open.

Oh, there's Major.

Can we go over?
How are you two?

In the throes
of awkward friendship.

Perfect.
(SCOFFS)

Hey you.
Hey.

You're the only one here who
looks like someone just died.

Sorry, my mind's
somewhere else.

No word from Jerome?

No.

See anyone
we know here?

Yeah,
it's like a UDub reunion.

Everyone's rising
to the occasion, which
Holly would've wanted.

What, think we'll find
a keg in the bathtub?

No, but I heard rumors that
there'd be streaking.
In Holly's honor.

Seriously?
Hmm.

Smart phones have cameras.
Is no one here planning
a career in politics?

(SIGHS)

Look at these.

Holly, why?

It's so out of character
for you to be dead.

(SNIFFS)
Vodka. Where?

Follow me.

Liv?
I'll catch up.

Okay.

Um... Hi.

Can't say I expected
Seattle PD to be here.

Just came to pay my respects.
Like you.

Somehow, a strange cop
at Holly's memorial
doesn't feel respectful.

Yeah, uh...
Bordering on sleazy,
actually.

Sorry, I don't mean
to be rude,

but I think
you should probably leave.

We set this up for
Holly's friends and family.

I am Holly's friend, actually.

And considering one of you
drugged her before the jump,

I may be the best friend she
had in this 10-foot radius.

ELIZA: Drugged her?
What'd she say?

REN: Are you kidding me?

(SIGHS)

LIV: Valacyclovir.

Funny, I saw everything but
a herpes ad around here.

Ah, addy for the exec.

Ooh! Uppers for the downer.

Ooh!
(ALL LAUGHING)

(CELL PHONE RINGING)

Hello?
LIV: Hey, I just
found Carson's

personal stash
of blank prescription sheets.

They're pre-signed by a...
Dr. Dean McComb?

I'm guessing Daddy.

But any of the jump crew
could have gotten the GHB.

They all had access
to the prescription papers.

Can you check local pharmacies
for Sodium Oxybate scripts
written by Dr. McComb?

On it.
Great.

See ya later.

LOWELL: Well, well, well.

I, uh... I was...

Bathroom?

It's down there somewhere.
Have another look.

Join me for a drink.

I heard that
Holly was drugged
before the jump.

I also heard...

You were friends in college.

We were in the same sorority.

The chicks who banished her
for not being
a model sorority girl.

You know, I feel someone
should inform the Mu Thetas,

that streaking and sleeping
around is model behavior

according to every
American college movie ever.

So how'd you vote?
Yay or nay?

I didn't think of it
as banishing. I just...

It's... My room was above
the living room

and she'd play music in the
middle of the night and...

There were nights before
exams when I got
maybe two hours sleep.

I wish I hadn't voted
the way I did.

They're stupid reasons now.

Couldn't have been
easy for you,
doing an autopsy on her.

I'm sorry you had to
see her like that.

Me, too.

Were you good friends?

Getting better.

You know, we'd always do
a shot before a jump.

Take turns bringing a bottle
of hard-to-find whatever.

It was tradition.

That's when
she could've been dosed.

Whose turn was it?

Carson's.

Brought Mezcal.

Did he pour the shots?

I, uh,
don't remember.

I was a little bit
preoccupied.

So Carson and Ren
are in a secret
relationship.

I wouldn't call it
a relationship.

But, uh, whatever it was,
it was a not-so-secret secret.

Something that, uh,
friends know about,
but the world can't.

Well, until just now.

I am reckless in pursuit
of brownie points.

You think telling me
all this will make you
look less guilty?

I think telling you all this
gets me a better shot
at a date.

Why did Ren think
you were to blame?

They all said
that you'd been acting weird,
that you'd changed.

Well, I have changed.

Quite dramatically,
as a matter of fact.

Had to completely
reassess my life.

You know what it's like.

This is hot.

Perks of dating a zombie.

Cheers.
(GASPS)

The Perks of
Dating a Zombie.

That's that movie with
the About a Boy kid, right?

That's Warm Bodies.

Oh, yeah.
A for effort though.

But the white blonde hair,
pale skin,

obsessively trimmed nails.

I knew the moment I saw you.

Your hair's dark.

I dye it.

Yeah, I'd look freaky
as a blonde.

You can see my skunk stripe
coming through.

So we're both zombies?

That doesn't
make you innocent though.

I saw you yelling at Holly
in the plane.

You ate Holly's...

I had to know what happened.

Fair enough.

Okay, so have you had
one of those...

Psychotic zombie moments yet?

Eyes go red,
brain turns off?

Full-on zombie mode.

(LAUGHS)

Is that the preferred
nomenclature?

I started to go
into zombie mode on the plane.

My adrenaline was going,
I could feel myself changing.

I wanted Holly to jump
so she could get away from me.

Then I didn't want to be
near the pilot, so I jumped.

Went full-on,
frothing-at-the-mouth zombie
on the way down.

On the ground,
I waited to find the others
until I was safe to be around.

Unfortunately,
when they wanted to know
where the hell I was,

I couldn't say,
"Sorry guys, zombie problems."

Oh, there you are.

I'm gonna take off.

I just wanted to
say goodbye.

I'll walk you out.

You're leaving awfully early.

Yeah, I'm really bringing
down this wake.

I can't stop thinking
about Jerome.

It's been over a week.

He's stopped texting.

I think something happened
to him.

He'll turn up.

I'm sorry if I interrupted
something back there.

What?
No, that was work-related.

It's bound to
happen someday.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

KID: Five-oh!

CLIVE: Darius Wilson.

Get your butt over here.

Why aren't you home, D?

C'mon, man.
What do you want?

(SIGHS) Do you know Jerome?

You seen him?
Nah, he ain't
been around lately.

And no,
I don't know where he went.

Just like everybody else.

What do you mean,
everybody else?

We got lots of people gone.
Even Willy the Wino's gone.

What's Willy's last name?

"The Wino"?

Man, the hell I don't know!

He's just a drunk dude
that's always yelling at us.

He says,
"Are we having fun yet?"

Come on, D, I need names.
Who else?

Get anywhere
in the pharmacy search?

Yes.

I didn't find anything
in Seattle,

but I expanded my search
and got a match

for a compounding
pharmacy in Tacoma.

They're gonna fax the name
on the prescription
and then we have our killer.

You're welcome.
Great.

I met another zombie.

Friendly?
Quite.

Brilliant! Bring him in.
Expand our data pool.

Did he have the same pallor?

White blonde hair,
depressive affect?

He had really blue eyes.

Interesting.

We've yet to encounter
a brown-eyed zombie.

Might be
an empirical regularity.

How did he sustain himself?
What's his food source?

I didn't ask, I...

Guess I wasn't thinking
about that.

What were you
thinking about?

I don't know, I...

Well, he's just, um...

Oh.

Was the zombie subject
in question hot?

He asked me out.
You liked it!

No! Yes.

I don't know.

I kind of thought
my love life was over.

What if our hot zombie boy's
name's on our fax

and he's our murderer?

I don't think it will be.
I have a good feeling
about him.

Mmm. And where exactly is
this feeling originating from?

I'm never telling you
anything again.

What, so all zombies
are killers now?

(FAX MACHINE WHIRRING)
Oh!

Here's our Keyser Soze now!

(DRUMMING FINGERS)
Stop that.

Carson McComb.

CLIVE: I had a chance to
check out some of your
snowboarding videos.

You're damn good.

Uh, thanks.

How long have you been
handing out prescriptions
like Christmas presents?

(STUTTERING) I don't know
what you're talking about.

Two-time gold medalist.

Got dough rolling in
from fancy watch companies,
luxury cars.

What a waste
of money and talent.

What do you mean?

I mean, you were scared your
sponsors were gonna pull out

if they heard you and
Ren Smith were, um...

Romantically involved.

Holly was going to
spill your secret,
so you shut her up.

You gave her a shot of
Mezcal dosed with GHB
right before she jumped.

Oh, dude,
none of that is true.

That's the prescription
for GHB you picked up
two days before the jump.

Oh, but that's
not my handwriting.
This isn't mine.

That piece of paper alone
gets you prescription fraud,

illegal distribution of
prescription drugs, forgery...

LIV: And that's not all.

Daddy McComb
is out of a job.

There's no way he's keeping
his medical license

after you went all Oprah
with his prescription pad.

If you thought getting rid
of Holly would protect
your endorsements,

try protecting them now.

Well, I didn't write
a prescription for GHB!

Wait a minute.
Eliza must have.

Why would Eliza
wanna kill Holly?

Because you were still
hooking up with her?

No, no. It's her stupid job.

It... It is like a cult
over there at Max Rager.

It's not just a company,
it is a lifestyle.

What does that have to do
with Holly?

A few weeks ago, I was
accidentally copied on
a Max Rager email chain.

It's this secret report
about Max Rager making
one in a thousand people

go psychotic.

One guy even died,
or tried to kill someone.

I was with Holly
when I got the email,
so I let her read it.

She started freaking out,
saying that Max Rager

was gonna cover
the whole thing up,

and that I needed to forward
the email to some journalist.

And if I didn't do it,
she would!

But that's insane, right?

Ratting out the company
that pays my bills?

So I told Eliza about Holly.

I thought she could talk
Holly out of it.

Eliza said she would
take care of it.

I did not know
she meant "take care of it"
Tony-Soprano style!

I'm gonna go pick up
Miss Marquette.

Stay with him.
I'll send a uniform.

We'll hold him
as long as we can.

That's weird,
shower curtain is gone.

Still wet.

(OVEN TIMER DINGS)

(SIZZLING)

I don't think she was
planning on leaving.

We have security footage
of Eliza picking up the GHB
prescription in Tacoma.

She's our killer.

Turned up nothing
at her place. Clothes gone,
no IDs, no computer.

I'll put out an APB on her.

She's on the run.
We'll get her.

I'm not so sure we will.

Sir?

Congrats, Babineaux.
Job well done.

Thank you, sir.

Uh...

There's something
else I'd like to talk
to you about.

I've been looking into this
missing kid on my own time.

Jerome Elliot.

He was last seen
downtown at the skate park.

There's something shady
going on down there.

I've never seen
anything like it.

There's over 60 outstanding
missing persons reports

in the past six months.

That's three times
the number reported in
the preceding six months.

Now, I know it's
a transient community, but...

I don't remember signing off
on your transfer
to Missing Persons.

I've been looking into it
on my own time, sir.

Well, here in homicide,
we go to work
when there's a body.

Only when there's a body.

Shut the door on your way out.

(MAN YELLING)

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Hey.

Where'd you get
those shoes?

eBay.

Really?

How much did you
pay for 'em?

I'm looking to get
a pair like that.

Too bad, I got the last pair.

Hey.

(GRUNTS)

You wanna try
touching me again,
you little bitch?

You didn't buy those shoes.

Come to think of it...

Nope.

(GRUNTING)

(GROANS)

Get up.

(GRUNTS)

(MAJOR GROANS)

Get up, bitch.

Uh, I think
you've got company.

(WHISPERS) It's him!

Ooh!

Shut up or I'll eat you.

Hey!
Hey.

Wow.

Nothing like a guy seeing you
with a handful of spleen.

(CHUCKLES)

Uh, I hope you don't mind,
I wanted to bring you
something.

"Beelzebub's Burn."

Made with the world's hottest
chili pepper, the Jolokia.

The salesman promised me
that it would

burn my face off,

uh, make me cry,
and turn my organs
into jelly.

(CHUCKLES)
So that's something
to look forward to.

Thank you.

Okay, um...

So here's the speech.

The zombie thing is a bitch.

Your world shrivels
down to a dot.
You know this, and...

All you think about is
how to get your next meal,
and keeping your secret.

And...

No one can really...

Know you.

Now.

Kissing, touching,
sex, love,

yelling at someone
for stealing the blankets.

Um, out of the question.

Forever.

But then one day
I see this...

Beautiful woman.

She's the only thing
in color.

Odd 'cause she's so pale.

(LAUGHS)

And then suddenly
there's hope again.

That's all I'm saying.

Who knows if
we'll even like each other.

But I like everything
I've seen so far, and, um...

What have we got to lose?

(DOOR SLAMMING)

Here ya go.

New customer. Duty calls.

I am free this weekend
and I have your number.

I'll only hover by the phone
for the next 72 hours or so.

After that I'm on to
the next zombie girl, so...

(LAUGHS)

LIV: Lowell could turn out
to be nothing. Or everything.

He may even break my heart.

But any of that
sounds good to me.

I'm ready to feel again.
Anything, good or bad.

I want to be alive,
now more than ever.