iZombie

Previously on izombie...

Look, what I found in my hate mail.

"If you ever need a sympathetic ear, I've got two. Shawna."

- You're prosecuting weckler? - The dominatrix killer.

He confessed even though you didn't have much hard evidence.

We need to find that memory card

weckler stole from Roxanne's dungeon.

James weckler hanged himself in his cell this morning.

His brain is marinating

in ravi's blue juice down at the morgue.

In my vision, I was getting hanged.

So weckler didn't commit suicide. He was murdered.

I landed us an invite to the zombie truthers meeting tomorrow night.

We're gonna capture a zombie.

Let the whole world see the monster it becomes!

They're starving don e. Until he turns romero

and broadcasting it on a live stream.

You wanna go kick some ass?

- Don't do this! - No! Please, ravi!

- Three... - Don't do this!

Two...

- Don't do it! - Two...

Do it!

- Do it! - Shoot him!

- Come on, now! - Shoot him, bro.

Do it.

All right. All right!

-Let's everybody keep our cool. -Shoot him!

You really think these things feel pain, hmm?

Have honest-to-god human emotions?

I do. I do.

Yeah?

I think that one might already be dead.

They're killing machines, you dumb sumbitch!

Those things killed our brother.

They'll kill us all!

Do it.

- Don't! - Let's go!

Here we go, y'all! Enjoy the show!

There's 100,000 people seeing this live.

Right now!

You didn't order a pizza again, did you?

Uh-uh.

Go check it out.

- What? - Go!

Hit him again, bro.

What the hell?

I got something for you, boy.

One in the head.

Put your weapons down and your hands up!

This is your only warning!

Liv! Hey...

What happened?

- Are you okay? - Am I hit?

Uh-huh.

Hey, my rage wore off.

I need you to zap me so I can tear down this gate.

- With pleasure. - Uh, Liv, please...

Can I?

Down! Down! Down!

Get down!

Liv?

It's been a helluva day.

You might tell your friends to quit pointing those guns at me?

I wanted to take them alive.

They wanted to go out like butch and Sundance.

Who're you?

I'm the guy who just rescued a zombie from being tortured

live on the Internet.

Along with my partner in crime here.

Blaine mcdonough, owner, proprietor of the scratching post.

Chase graves.

I've met a few of your employees,

but we haven't had the pleasure.

How'd you find this place?

One of our people saw the live stream.

We took an educated guess that Harley Johns was behind it.

The tracker we planted in his truck led us here. Where is he?

- Well, he escaped. - How'd that happen?

Said the person who showed up late.

Hey, listen. I've got a business proposition for you.

Why don't you swing by the post?

Wine, women, song...

- We'll see. - All right, then.

I should go, uh, check on my employee.

Friend of yours?

Ravi!

There you are. Have you seen a girl?

Just Liv. Who're you looking for?

- Rachel. - Your zombie truther friend?

She escaped before us, but I can't find her.

Sorry, man.

Know anything about a Johns family compound outside the city?

No. Why?

We've heard the brothers talking about such a place

on the bug we planted in Harley's truck.

Think you could use police resources to help track it down?

Sir...

Uh, we found these in Harley's truck.

N.V.M. 308. Ruger p89.

Those are the models used in the baracus assassination attempt

and the tuttle-Reid murders.

This guy's responsible for a lot of dead zombies.

We need to find him, and we need to find him now.

I'll get my partner to track down the Johns' property.

I'll take these guns, too, make sure the ballistics are a match.

It seems redundant, but they're all yours.

Keep me apprised.

- You okay? - Yeah, I'm fine. You?

Good.

You wanna come over later?

Yes, ma'am. Yes, I do.

You can pull a bunch of buckshot out of my back.

Ooh, kinky.

You mind putting those guns in my car?

I want to check on don e. He was in bad shape.

You were right, Blaine.

Revenge is a dish best served cold.

Doesn't get much fresher than this.

How about you, you want in?

I wouldn't say no.

Save some for me.

- Yeah! - Pop a squat, girlfriend!

This is a surprise.

I thought you might have, I dunno, "ethics" or some such nonsense.

My ethics are outweighed by my need to find where Harley is hiding.

His brother's brain might have some answers.

This is nice.

Should we make this a weekly thing, or...

Liv, you up here?

I'm ready to go...

I'll be in the car.

What you got goin' on there?

Oh, that's the sex fort.

So...

How was your London trip?

Witty.

Harley made me call you with that excuse,

so no one would wonder why I didn't show up for work.

No. Really.

-What, you had a slumber party? -Hmm.

It was more of a staycation.

Remember shawna, the girl who wrote me that sweet letter?

The big chaos killer fan? You didn't.

Oh, but I did.

- Several times. - Ah...

It's not just sex, though. I mean...

Hmm. No, I mean, it's mostly sex, but...

She has a lot of other qualities,

and I... I cannot wait to experience whatever those are as well.

I'm sure propriety and modesty are high on that list.

Hmm, all right, Carson. You just worry about lady Mary.

Rachel! Thank god.

- Come in, come in. - What did we just see?

Those were actual zombies, right? But they weren't like movie zombies...

- It was... - Hey, hey, slow down.

Uh, let me get you something to help you unwind.

- That's probably a good idea. - Of course it is.

What's that?

- It's my roommate's sex fort. - Oh.

How did you escape?

I was worried that you...

All of that gunfire, and...

Everything's okay now.

- Oh, god... - No, no.

That's on me. Just...

- The timing is bad. I'm just... Hey!

You must be Rachel.

-I'm... -Your roommate is the chaos killer?

I need to get out of here.

Um, um... Rachel!

Chaos kidnapper if you must know.

I met your roommate downstairs.

He ravaged me with his eyes.

-I'm gonna need you to kick his ass. -Can do!

I'm really excited that you're taking me dancing.

-Who said I was taking you dancing? -I did... just now.

I'm meeting my friends at club rush

for "death to disco" night. I want you to come.

Yeah... I'm not so into going out these days.

In public. Like... ever.

I mentioned how ravi's lady friend ran away at the sight of me, right?

Only five or six times.

Who cares what she thinks?

It's not so much her as it is the other three-and-a-half million people

in the greater Seattle Metro area

who feel roughly the same way about me.

So they get to dictate how you live your life?

Hmm?

I'm not getting off until you say yes.

Oh...

I don't think you understand how ultimatums work.

Oh...

Okay, smartass, you're not getting off until you say yes.

All right. I'll give it a shot.

- Now, I, uh, believe we had a deal...

Hmm.

Hold that thought...

I need to immortalize this moment.

A selfie stick?