iZombie

Previously on iZombie...

We've been investigating the murder of Rebecca Hinton.

She had evidence that Max Rager was causing temporary psychosis.

We know about the memo.

Your product kills people.

Liv, what are you?

Cameron?

This is the guy who took our astronaut brains.

The guy who knows too much.

Your emergency contact. Olivia Moore.

Yeah, she's my sister.

How soon would you be able to start?

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Just calm your ass down.

We're not a pizza place. There's no 30-minute-or-less guarantee.

You'll get your astronaut brains when you get them.

I checked his house. I checked his car.

No sign of the brains.

Who is this guy, and why is he all up in our business?

Works at Helton Shelter,

that home for runaways near Nine Trolls.

Or at least he did.

That's a termination letter.

I guess that kid I got my shoes off of must've lived there.

- Or maybe he just dumped the brains. - No.

He wouldn't have done that.

He needs them. They're his proof we exist.

“See. Brains.”

Let's go see if he's ready to tell us where he's stashed our product, huh?

Hey, buddy.

You remember what you did with our brains?

Kiss my ass.

I love the moxie.

But I'm the Mick Jagger here.

Time is on my side.

iZombie "Blaine's World" Air Date (June 09, 2015)

Improved By: Fidel33

She slipped her police protection. Then?

At 10:42 p.m. 911 dispatch received a call

from room 233 at the Piney Trail Lodge.

It was Teresa.

She didn't get any words out of her mouth,

but she was found clutching the receiver.

Bludgeoned to death.

She was meeting this guy

Cameron, there.

There was a text from Cameron asking her to show up and bring

“the stuff” belonging to this guy Sebastian.

Also deceased. Known murderer, suspected Max Rager fixer.

Cameron said he wanted to use this stuff

to track Sebastian down.

Seems foolhardy.

We do know Sebastian killed our cheerleader Kimber.

And we assume he killed Nate and Kimber

as revenge for running him over and burying him alive.

It would certainly motivate me.

But it's looking like someone else could've killed Nate,

then killed Teresa.

I'm afraid Cameron might already be face-to-face with his maker.

We found his blood in the bed.

Well, let's hope he's on the run and not dead already.

I'll put out an APB.

Let me know if you get anything.

I hope you brought your appetite.

I've met this girl before.

Not to speak ill of the dead,

but she's kind of a snarky little bitch.

Oh, I doubt I'll even notice the difference.

Piss off, Nancy Boy.

The prosecution rests.

This Indian mustard you brought in

sucks donkey parts.

A delight as always, Olivia Moore.

Liv! Come here.

Ta-da!

One former zombie rat.

Good as new.

Just think, a few months of observation and testing

and if all goes well,

- this could be you. - Months?

Screw that. I'm ready now.

Need I remind you that our first zombie rat expired

48 hours after receiving the cure?

I don't care.

The man that I wanted to marry

has vowed to kill every last zombie.

And last night my best friend looked at me like I was a monster,

which, incidentally, I am.

I want my life back, Ravi.

I eat brains.

It's disgusting. I am disgusting.

I'll sign a waiver. Just let me do it.

This is all we have.

One dose. Two, perhaps, if we stretch it.

We're completely out of the tainted Utopium.

Right now, I can't replicate it.

But if our little mate here survives,

that'll be the next mission.

Turning you back to your old self

is the primary objective,

but it is vital

that we're able to do the same with all the other zombies we believe are out there.

I suppose.

Rub it in, you smug little...

Move, rat!

I'm such a moron.

I know who's killing these kids.

Max Rager? How do you figure?

In my vision, Teresa was retrieving Sebastian's wallet.

The last time I saw it,

Sebastian was putting the thumb drive

with the incriminating Max Rager inter-office memo in it.

The one that said their product was causing psychotic episodes,

that their most heavy-duty consumers were raging out, killing people.

So you think that's what this is all about?

Getting that thumb drive back?

It adds up.

Max Rager texted Nate from Kimber's phone.

They weren't asking for money,

they were offering money.

Maybe the kids took it, maybe they didn't.

But it looks like Max Rager isn't taking

any chances with witnesses.

We should probably go talk to them.

You think?

I came in on my own. I didn't have to.

- And now this? - You've stated you have

an appetite for human brains.

- What happened to his face? - A boat ran over him.

- And he survived? - Well, you know, in a manner of speaking.

The fellow conducting the interview,

he's our former head of research,

he's the man you'll be replacing.

Yes, I read all of Dr. Yeltsin's research, everything you sent me.

- It's ground-breaking. - Yeah.

I can't imagine why he's giving it up.

Well, it wasn't exactly his choice.

As you can see, we're still working out the bugs.

But hey, it's science.

You're gonna break a few eggs.

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A zombie?

Uh, I'm sorry. You're saying this Sebastian is a zombie?

Well, now you're getting into semantics here.

He craves brains, he can't seem to die,

his heart beats once every six seconds.

Yeah, I guess, you know, after awhile,

if it walks like a duck and quacks like a duck...

But how did he become...

Well, he claims that he

accidentally sampled the blood of a young woman.

It's a long story. It's a long story.

Anyway, this young woman later revealed herself to be a zombie.

Next thing he knows, he's back from the dead,

he's white as a sheet, tooling for brains.

Vaughn, the police are here.

Just a minute, Hillary.

You know, I'd love to get a look at one of these zombies.

I knew you would!

And that's why I called you in early.

The girl, the zombie that turned Sebastian into one?

She's right outside that door.

She's with Seattle PD. Guess what she does?

Medical examiner.

Who writes this stuff, right?

Hillary, send them in, please.

Okay, hold on. Let me get something straight.

Three teenagers are dead,

and you're suggesting that I'm somehow responsible?

We simply asked if you or anyone else at Max Rager

reached out to Nate Boden

offering a reward for the return of Max Rager company secrets.

But if the subtext is confusing,

yeah, we're suggesting you had something to do with it.

Well, I've been in Milan since our first memorable tete-a-tete.

Oh, you didn't make it back for your assistant's funeral, then?

An assistant bent on leaking trade secrets to the press? No.

Sebastian Myers, the murderer in that case,

worked for you. Personal security, I believe.

Hey! Creepy-Stares-A-Lot.

I'm not on a sex-cam. I can see you.

Now, we let Sebastian go, oh, years ago.

Some drunk snowboarder crashed into me in Sun Valley

and Sebastian nearly beat him to death.

Loyal to a fault, that kid.

I would never root for anybody's death, okay?

But I must admit I did feel a modicum of relief

when I found out that you had run him over in a boat.

It probably saved lives.

He survived that.

Is that right?

And then he was run over by those four joyriding teenagers,

and survived that, too.

A witness claimed he killed the first of those teens

with his bare hands.

Last night at 10:32, the third of those dead teenagers

was beaten to death in a motel room.

Well, I don't mean to do your job for you,

but it sounds like you should be out looking for Sebastian.

Oh, we know where he is.