iZombie

Previously on iZombie...

You're really plowing through your list.

The media's calling you the Chaos Killer.

It says here you were slinging for Stacey Boss.

He's my star witness against Mr. Boss.

He's pretty much the whole case.

He's dangerous, stay away from him!

He tried to kill Major. He turned me into a zombie.

I slept with him.

You know, you sleep with someone,

you think you know.

But they could be anybody.

Everything okay?

Yeah.

Just helping a friend.

Sorry I took so long.

Don't be sorry.

Watching you crawl back into bed is not a bad thing.

You never told me how you got this.

That's a story for another day.

Sorry. I lost track of time.

Let me get off your bed.

Just a few more days until my new place is ready,

and then I'll be out of your way.

Don't be silly, we love having you here.

Although, you do have a habit of picking the marshmallows out of my cereal,

leaving me with a less-than-ideal ratio of marshmallow to crunchy bits,

but, you know, I'll let that slide...

Oh, no, Peyton.

What is it?

I screwed up at work.

Can I do anything?

I mean, because if you want me to pick

every last marshmallow bear out of that box for you...

I'll do it.

I think I need something stronger.

When I was in college, I had this professor,

and when he'd hand out the Friday quiz,

he'd say, "Duck soup for you, schweetheart."

I think he thought it was easier for me than everyone else.

But I was probably working twice as hard.

Yeah, before you moved in, I just assumed you were a femmebot

that plugged into a charging station at night.

- Ah, I bust ass to make it look like that. -

It turns out, I fail just as epically as I succeed.

I don't know what happened at work, but I promise,

the only opinion you need to worry about is your own.

That's a pretty low opinion right now.

Well, it shouldn't be. You are formidable.

I mean, you're clever and disciplined.

Hardly.

Those are just the top tier qualities.

All right? You're also clearly blessed with a hollow leg.

On that note...

No, no. Don't go.

I must.

I know how this turns out.

It's like the shots contest in Raiders of the Lost Ark.

You're Karen Allen and I'm the fat Nepalese guy

that ends up under the table.

Come on. You can handle it.

I ever tell you about my first case?

Any chance you can put a little pep in your step?

The violent soundscape of nature is making my ears bleed.

Birds chirping, leaves rustling, gnats laying eggs.

Never start a land war in Asia.

Don't go toe-to-toe with Peyton Charles when drinking is involved.

- Why are we sprinting? - Because I'm hungry.

I haven't eaten anything lately.

I was afraid that horny-librarian-brain

would lead to poor life choices.

- And did it? - Did it what?

Lead to any poor life choices?

Liv, we're really going to need your help with this one.

Nasty triple homicide.

Triple, you say?

Detective Babineaux! Any comment?

Come on, Detective. Give me something.

Press is going to have a field day with this case.

Three unidentified males.

Most likely killed on a boat, then washed up here.

Um, where are their heads?

I was hoping you could tell me.

Cause of death might take a while.

Cause of death appears obvious.

The three victims were decapitated post-mortem.

Oh.

The driver's licenses we found on the bodies were fake.

We can probably assume the photos are real, but the names are not.

Hoping you can work your magic, Liv, help ID these guys.

Uh...

Looks like a no-brainer to me, Liv.

I'll let you know when I get something.

All right, the sooner the better.

Uh, what are you planning to do about your little vision predicament?

I don't know. I can't think when I'm hungry.

Everything looks like a cartoon sandwich.

Olivia Moore!

Let's see what's inside drawer number one.

Today we're sending you home with Madison Brenneck,

25 years old.

The victim of an ill-fated rendezvous with a Seattle cross-town.

Bus driver said she never even looked up from her phone.

She's only in our morgue because she was killed on city property.

So, Madison comes complete with wonderfully unremarkable,

non-murdery visions.

All the great taste, none of the foul play.

Did you just post a picture of what I assume is Madison Brenneck

wrapped in sushi rice on your Instagram account?

Hashtag "brain food"?

'Course I 'grammed it, that fish was on fleek.

Oh, my God! Why did I post that?

Why does anyone post pictures of food?

I think it's okay.

It just looks like raw tuna.

Look, so, I did some digging.

Turns out our Madison was quite the millennial social media maven.

Instagram, Facebook, Tumblr.

She had over 600 Yelp reviews.

The day she died, she tweeted 27 times.

- - Liv, Liv.

"Devoured tuna roll." Hashtag "Sushi obsessed."

Hashtag "Covering my ass."

You need to be careful not to overshare on social media.

Anything zombie-related is TMI.

Don't worry. I'm on my chill hustle hundo-p.

My annoying millennial speak knowledge ended with TMI,

so I have no idea what you just said.

Liv, I'm serious. Be careful.

"The struggle is real. Props for the good looks. Boom."

- Ms. Charles?

Mr. Deaux is still waiting to see you.

Thanks Jane. You can send him in.

You had me out there a long time.

Jane and I really bonded.

I think she's handling the change with grace.

What do you want?

Look, I don't know what those cops told you,

but I had nothing to do with those missing Seattleites.

A couple of the Chaos Killer's victims called my business?

It doesn't mean anything.

Yeah, it's true, I didn't mention my dad was a victim.

We haven't spoken in years.

I try to keep my info dumps to the useful variety,

stay away from the irrelevant "daddy never loved me" stories, you know?

That's quite a drink you're making there.

It's for a friend.

She's dropping by to celebrate my big decision.

I'm telling Baracus everything.

And since they don't hand out gold stars for sleeping with the CI's,

I think I'm done here.

Don't tank your career because of me.

You're too smart for that. Come on.

We're doing important work.

I'm trying to wash away some sins here.

What happened the other night, it meant something.

It made me think that...

Oh, hello, Liv. You know my guest.

He's the man who made you what you are today.

Worlds collide.

I take it Peyton knows all about Team Z.

Nobody calls it that.

Stop trying to make Team Z a thing.

Blaine thinks he and I could have something special.

Aww, he swiped right.

I'm sure that your Tinder photo is hair-centric and flattering,

but how do you spin that bio?

"I'm a humble guy, always down for a hike,

"or we could just murder and chill.

"My fave slays are astronauts, homeless teens and boyfriends."

For the record,

all you are to me

is a giant mistake.

- - Oh. Celebratory selfie!

- Oh, uh, okay. -

Still no word from Mr. Baracus.

I've been calling him all day,

but you know how he likes to work with the music cranked up.

I'll swing by his house on the way home.

Did you just tweet that photo of us?

Hashtag "friendship goals."

Hashtag "booty had me like what"?

Not cool?

- Uh, little weird. -

Good thing you didn't get my crime board in the shot.

Hashtag "go into hiding because we are onto you."

You're going to have to update your board, Peyton.

Hal Connolly, Kareem Jackson and Willy Fisher

washed up on the shore of Lake Washington this morning.

Without their heads.

I know, Ma. I'm listening and you're absolutely right.

If you're gonna host mahjong, the other ladies should step up

and bring refreshments.

Ma, I'm gonna have to call you back.

Gotta hand it to Mr. Boss.

According to Yelp, he's a very committed CPA.

Can I offer you a vatrushka?

Come on.

You've got a second shot at life.

Indulge.