iZombie

Previously on iZombie...

We're going to auction off ten zombie cures

to the highest bidders on the dark web.

We're going to cure a zombie on-camera for all the world to see.

I'm human again!

We've heard rumors that our own men are skimming brains

and selling them on the black market.

There's one name I know. Russ Roche.

I want you to buddy up to him.

- Who's that? - A new uni. Michelle.

Renegade's operation turns more humans into zombies

than all other coyote outfits combined.

Liv has taken over Mama Leone's organization.

Isobel is immune.

Maybe she's the key to finding a vaccine.

I'm staying in Seattle.

I wanna go out knowing that my life had meaning.

Zombie Killer Cain. Convicted murderer of nine.

Why was I the one in prison, Chase?

You're the mass murderer.

Look at him, Tommy.

Look at the way he buttons those buttons.

Such dexterity. Such panache.

He looked at me. He looked at me.

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

He can do that, you know.

Hey, this man saved the Commander from certain death.

What're 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.

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.

And I mean this... You guys are all dicks.

You were hoping for some hoopla?

Find the new Renegade for me.

Then you'll get your Star Warsending.

You and Chewie and Han collecting your medals.

Holy hell, Lillywhite,

you can 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?

Well, aren't you the ambitious one?

Robbie 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 in a strange city,

surrounded by people you don't know,

poking around my body, 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.

God. No, not me. Liv, you do it.

I believe 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... 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? - 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.

The way he gobbles scenery.

I know he'supposed to be the Big Bad,

but I end up rooting for him,

even though he's doing truly vile things.

A cure? For zombie-ism?

I can't even 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 a 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 who 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.

Yes, we do.

You have any names picked out yet?

Nothing weird, okay?

No "Walnut." Or "Cricket." Or "Cue Ball."

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

You know, after the kid's father.

Gross.

I mean, what're you? Like, 50?

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

Always, why do you ask?

- I know a guy. - A guy you trust?

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

Bring him in.

All right. Meet our next clients.

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 then, 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 the 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...

This one's not great.

I super glued this guy's, buttocks to a toilet seat.

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

Lots of Lord's name 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.

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

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.

- Blue Cobra A.J.? - 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 AJ 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