iZombie

Previously on iZombie...

- Have you called? - You have a gambling problem.

Telly was sent to collect on your gambling debts?

You thought you could disappear Telly's body

but first you had to get his body past the security cameras.

I didn't kill Mike. We have a fixer that works at our firm.

I had no idea that was part of his plan.

Son turns father into a member of the undead.

- What is it you want? - Your entire company.

And I'm gonna stick you in the same hellhole where you stuck grandpa.

Says here you were slinging for Stacey Boss.

I need everything you can tell me about Mr. Boss' crime organization.

Mrs. Suzuki.

I found this.

I didn't know what to make of it.

I, I know all the risks,

and all the reasons it can't work.

But I don't care.

I want us to be together again.

Whoa! Eggs!

Mmm. Mmm-mmm.

Feel it

What's shakin', bacon?

Body snatchers?

If that's Rihanna coming downstairs, it'll explain so much.

Morning, everyone.

Wait, wait, wait. Is this happening?

It's happening.

About damn time.

But it won't always be this nauseating, right?

- Suffer, bitch. -

Detective!

Look, I know you're bummed the judge ignored your warning,

but he's right, I'm no flight risk.

Why would I run?

I got the plea deal of the century.

Any tips on how to best enjoy freedom?

Try Mike Hayden's funeral.

All those kids he coached should be there.

I was thinking something more like golf.

Enjoy prison, Mr. Cole.

Minimum security.

I hear they just reseeded the back nine.

Did you and Major have sex?

Whoa. Aren't Brits supposed to be repressed?

What would Judi Dench say?

She'd say we don't know a lot about the sexual transmission of zombie-ism.

Er, in this version, Judi Dench knows about zombies.

Did you and Major have sex?

- No. - Good.

Not yet. You know, people with HIV...

- You don't have HIV. - Still,

- condoms should be... - Let's hope.

But let me run a few tests first, okay?

- Okay. - You can hold off for a few days?

Maybe.

- Yes. - Miss Moore,

can I borrow you for a few minutes?

There he is.

- The man of the hour. - Man of the hour?

We've been pulling bullets out of Mr. Cole all day.

We heard you were inches away.

Yards away. Nothing heroic about not getting shot.

Well, did you soil yourself?

- No. - Then it's heroic in my book.

- Thanks? - Hmm.

Our first move's clear. We know our late friend here

was about to be the star witness in a murder trial.

So the guy he sold out is either very lucky

or very guilty of commissioning the murder of a witness.

I've got him upstairs, let's go.

Wait, now?

I haven't eaten yet.

Well, grab something out of the vending machine on your way up.

I was kinda hoping for something more substantial.

You've billed on dozens of cases, Mr. Thrunk.

But when I looked at the court records, you know what I found?

Detailed history of court cases?

I found that you haven't been in a courtroom in nine years.

You've got a nice office for a lawyer who doesn't practice law.

I practice enough to know when detectives are fishing.

Maybe,

but I've got a couple of bites.

I know that when Harry Cole was being shaken down by a lowlife,

Telly Levine, he killed him.

Then he called you to clean up his mess.

But the night security guy saw you with the body.

So now you had a problem.

See, back when Harry was alive, he told us that's your real job,

fixing problems.

And Harry swore that when Mr. Hayden became your problem,

you fixed him.

And that, with Harry's tragic passing,

is inadmissible hearsay.

Anything else?

I'll take that wordless exchange as a no.

Look, Detective, how did I order this hit?

I was in jail. Eyes on me the whole time.

I only made one call, to my colleague,

which I'm sure was recorded.

Did you hear me order a hit?

Oh, we heard something.

Give Marie and Walt my Seahawks tickets.

I won't be out in time.

And one more thing.

Take care of Mr. Sheldon.

- Use the usual guy. -

Who's Mr. Sheldon, Roger?

Figure it out.

You figure "take care of Mr. Sheldon"

is code for "murder Harry Cole"?

If it is, and we can prove it,

Marie and Walt will be catching a lot more Seahawks games.

I'm also tracking the motorcycle.

Here's where the shooting took place.

They took off heading north.

A mounted officer saw them fly by right here.

Heading toward the water.

What if they dumped the bike in the Sound?

I requested frogmen. We'll see if it leads to anything.

It's gotta be Roger Thrunk, doesn't it?

We already know he's a murderer.

Let's not forget Harry owed someone enough money

that a goon was sent to collect.

The man's a degenerate gambler.

That was kind of his dominant personality trait, huh?

This is gonna get ugly.

Suzuki's widow gave you a brain?

Yeah. In a piece of Tupperware.

Like she was handing me cake.

And you think it's human?

I do.

But I can't ask our lab to test it without saying where it's from,

and we're already in the doghouse for looking into Suzuki.

I can send it into the FBI lab.

Where is it now?

It's in my freezer.

Your freezer?

What chain of custody protocol includes your freezer?

I didn't know what the hell to do with it.

The whole thing is nuts.

And get this.

A guy I think is connected to the Meat Cute murders

kept going on about brains.

What guy?

The guy walking toward us

holding hands with the psychic I told you about.

Oh, no. Abort. Just turn around.

I'm already waving, that would be incredibly weird.

Nut up.

Hey, you.

Didn't know you existed outside the station.

I thought you were just put back in your Detective Clive box.

Pull his string and he says,

"Miss Moore, please."

Liv, Major. This is Agent Bozzio from the FBI.

Dale. It's nice to get a name.

In my head you've been, um,

"Girl from the morgue who somehow makes goth work."

Oh, that is her Native American name.

Hi, I'm Barely Employed Arm Candy.

No. I'm Major.

You certainly are.

So, the FBI sent you to Seattle?

How're you finding it?

Ten bucks says you miss.

What? From here?

I'm automatic from this distance.

Put your money where your mouth is, then.

Now you're thinking about it.

I'm in your head.

I mean, seriously? Ten bucks?

That is the sound of a man's sphincter shrinking.

Ah, it's your money.

Pay up.

What? I just made you look good in front of your date.

You should be paying me.

- Oh, wait, this isn't a... - It's not?

Why did I pay, then?

You're saying that I'm not getting any or...

It's good to see you two together.

Last I heard, you were broken up.

And now we're not.

Seems like romance is in the air.

Nice to meet you.

He's not going to let the Meat Cute thing gog.

He's got the FBI involved now?

No. That's not why she's here.

Oh. Okay. Well, good.

No, she's looking into all those abduction cases.

Abduction cases?

All those rich guys that keep disappearing?

It's all over the news.

The Feds think it's some Manson-y kill-the-rich nut.

He was frugal in life.

Perhaps in death it's finally time he made a bold statement?

- Blaine. - I'm discussing statuary, Don.

We've got customers.

Downstairs.

- Son. - Dad.