iZombie

Previously on "iZombie"...

We need to be seen as part of this community.

Not an occupying force.

We are an occupying force.

There's no such thing

as improving human-zombie relations,

the clock is ticking.

You tell your boss that Freylich brains equals zombie cures,

and suddenly these poor kids will be hunted.

These are cures for the zombie disease.

Mr. Mayor.

You ready?

Oh, my God, I can feel it.

I'm human again.

Al Bronson, Bluster magazine?

So how's that new opening paragraph coming?

I actually don't quite have a handle on the opening paragraph.

You're maybe a more complex character than I thought.

That was a song I didn't pay for.

Because I am Harris Burrows.

Seattle's onliest pirate radio practitioner.

The best to DIY it since Christian Slater.

Since Christian Slater.

Ahoy-hoy, we've got a caller.

Caller, go.

Harris.

- You rock! - As do you, brother.

We should party. How's tonight?

My place? And you know what?

Bring everyone.

And what the hell, for the 27th time in a row,

let's make it '80s themed.

Harris out.

Harris, what up?

Begging your pardon, milady.

But I believe you're off-theme?

You said '80s.

You never specified the century.

I stand corrected.

Bring 'em in.

I don't mind your ex showing up.

But can he at least make an effort to look like he doesn't want to murder me?

Didn't he get the memo? People love me.

Last question.

By your own account, you've had a checkered past,

so what's the difference between who you were then and who you are now?

You held that one till I was half a bottle deep.

Now? I'm needed.

I'm appreciated.

People stop me on the street just to shake my hand.

That kind of thing never happened to the man I was before.

It's not bad.

So, what's next?

- Politics? - Ha!

Do I really seem that depraved?

Mmm, jury's out.

Speaking of depravity in politics.

Word around the campfire is that Mayor Baracus was a frequent guest of yours

at The Scratching Post.

What happened to "last question"?

Yeah, the man liked to party.

You know who killed him?

No, I wish I did.

Baracus left a huge tab.

Whoever did, owes me.

If I may turn the tables for a sec...

Are we ever gonna be anything more than just journalist-subject?

Well, I turn in the story on Thursday,

you won't be my subject after that.

Great.

Thursday, then.

Say, uh, 8:00?

Bring an appetite.

You cooking?

Food? I hadn't considered it.

Yeah.

Sure.

Why not?

Someone's blocking me in.

Yeah, it's the brat from next door.

Always trying to out-soiree me.

Hang tight.

Yo, there's someone at the door.

Dude, you're killing me, Hamm-bone.

You know this is a party, right?

You know I hate your punny little nicknames, right?

Do you find them too...

Hamm-fisted?

It's some old dude, he seems pissed.

Hi.

Is this your party?

And I'll cry if I want to.

Great. I'm gonna need the owner of the black Jeep

to go ahead and move it from the front of my driveway.

Mmm-mmm-hmm.

Lot of people here, old timer.

You're asking me to find a Jeep in a haystack.

If you really gotta get somewhere, I suggest a cab?

You can bill me.

I'm good for it.

Let's try this again.

Perhaps I should introduce myself.

Oh, no, no, I know who you are, man.

You used to play Doogie Howser?

I'm glad you're enjoying yourself.

You know what I enjoy?

Killing people who piss me off.

And that's not hyperbole.

If you don't get that car moved,

I will literally end your life.

Nod, if you understand.

Whoo-ah!

DJ, hit me.

Apache!

*iZOMBIE* Season 05 Episode 05

Episode Title : "Death Moves Pretty Fast"

Now, these brains have to go directly into the tubes,

not the mixing vats. Are we clear?

I've worked at the plant since day one.

I know what I'm doing.

Good.

Hey.

Hey.

What're you doing?

Hey, let me out.

Hey, hey, let me out!

Hey!

I'm a little foggy on the details,

but she heads to D.C. on Friday.

If anyone can talk the Pentagon out of nuking us,

it's Peyton.

Aren't we going in circles?

We've passed four bedrooms, three bathrooms,

an arcade room, a dark room,

and a radio room.

But no steam room.

Aw.

This might be my dream house.

I wonder what his parents do.

This isn't his parents' place.

Victim is Harris Burrows, 19, mom's deceased,

dad lives outside the wall.

The kid was independently wealthy.

This place is his.

Body's down there.

Oh, watch your step, somebody spilled Slippery Nipple.

Thanks.

Severe hypothermia.

Poor kid was cooked alive.

Screwed the door shut, sealed him in.

What an awful way to die.

Hold up, hold up.

So anyone this rich, you've gotta assume

- money's a motive. - Clive.

You may have a fractured vertebra.

You can't keep detectiving through a broken back.

You're not Batman.

You don't know that.

Eileen, who was that?

Amy O'Neil, victim's girlfriend.

Came over this morning and found him.

She claims last night, a neighbor, some old guy,

came by, complained about the party

and threatened Harris' life.

Which neighbor?

Can you guys roll me over?

No, no, no one's wheeling you anywhere.

You need medical attention.

We'll go.

Liv's an OG zombie.

I once took a kickboxing class, yeah?

Between the two of us, I think we can handle some doddering old crank.

And they say nobody just drops by anymore.

Did you threaten your neighbor's life last night?

I sure did.

He was being, um...

Insolent.

Well, he's dead now, so...

You're under arrest for murder.

Of course I don't seem upset.

I abhorred that kid.

Doesn't mean I killed him.

Well, it doesn't mean you didn't, either.

Now, wait a minute.

From a strictly rhetorical standpoint, I believe you're correct.

He's good.

You realize

that I'm going to eat the murder victim's brain, right?

I will find out if you killed him.

So the brain's still in his skull?

That really sound like my style to you?

You're a teen murderer, Blaine.

That's exactly your style.

Either way, what difference does it make?

We all know you can't lock me up.

Not when I'm the only thing keeping the city's zombies from starving.

I'm untouchable.

Guess again.

If you did this, you will pay for it.

Will I, though?