iZombie

Previously on iZombie...

Ravi, you did it! You made a zombie rat!

- You guys seen my friend? - Brother, I just saw him.

We'll have you to him in no time.

No word from Jerome?

How did this happen?

He got into a fight.

I went looking for Jerome.

And found the Candyman.

I saw something in the Candyman's car.

There was an ice chest in the passenger seat.

It had a brain inside.

I'm heading over to Lowell's place.

How do you eat?

A funeral home.

For the right price, a mortician will look the other way.

Drop!

Settle down.

I had one chance at love.

Turns out my would-be soul mate

survives on the brains of murdered teenagers.

You can't park here.

It's a loading zone. Management will have my ass.

Five minutes. You think your boss is unreasonable?

Get comfortable, kid.

Ugh.

Say goodnight, Gracie.

Your car?

Gone.

This intimidation routine you've got down here must usually work wonders.

Thing is, I'm bigger. And I'm not going anywhere.

Twelve hours after being bitten by the zombie rat.

Vital signs remain normal.

No marked change in appearance.

Continuing to monitor progress.

Liv! Uh...

You're not due to start your shift for another hour.

I was just about to start reconstituting

Mrs. Bushnell's chest cavity.

You okay?

He asked rhetorically.

Blaine murders teenagers and delivers their brains to zombies.

Good Lord.

And my boyfriend is on his meal plan.

I ate some of Lowell's leftover breakfast this morning,

and it was Jerome, that kid who came in here a few weeks ago with Major.

I watched Blaine murder him.

But the police found his remains at the Shepherds' house.

I saw what I saw.

And as I was leaving Lowell's place,

Blaine was heading up with a new delivery. I should've done something.

What could you have possibly done?

I'm a zombie.

He's a zombie.

And a cold-blooded killer.

We need a plan.

And all those missing persons? They're part of a zombie Meals on Wheels program.

If Jerome didn't die out in the Shepherds' cabin...

How did the police find his remains out there?

Something's rotten in Denmark.

Denmark, in this case, being the Seattle Police Department.

Well, it's settled. I have to find Blaine.

Well, you do know one person who can reach him.

Lowell? No, I won't even be able to look at him.

He has to know where those brains come from.

Do you have another option?

No.

So Major was right this whole time about the Candyman and

those missing kids.

I made him promise he'd back off,

I convinced him he was getting carried away.

Well, if it makes you feel better, I don't think he listened to you.

He remains single-minded in his quest.

Look in on him for me, will you?

I'm worried about him.

Well, he's hardly left his room lately.

Who knows what's going on in there.

One in the head. One in the heart.

But before we master rthe fine art of targeting...

Major, you home?

- ...we're going to start with the basics. - In here!

Come in!

Oh, it has been too long, my friend.

There are souls that need reaping. Dungeons that need looting.

Wenches that need to feel the weathered hands of a...

What the hell?

"Brains: The Final Frontier"?

Yeah. This body building blog says there's an amino acid

that skyrockets the release of growth hormones.

Now, you can get it from the extract of the roots of this African plant

I seriously can't even pronounce,

but the purest source is human pituitary glands.

Aren't you big enough?

No, I'm just looking for any reason that guy Julien

might have had a brain in his ice chest.

And this makes about as much sense as anything else.

I suppose it does.

Now, who wants to go slay some dark creatures of the night

and make the world a safer place for all of mankind?

It is my quest,

and I will not shrink before it.

Hey!

We need to talk.

Harris, Caleb,

on my mark, jump out and lay down suppressing fire.

OK

John, Phil, you guys flank them on the right.

Drew, you're with me flanking left. Got it?

Yeah

Let's go.

Cover me.

Yo, you gotta clear the field.

Hey, yo, man. I shot you.

You gotta go to the dead zone.

Where can I find Blaine?

Wait. I don't understand what you're saying.

The brains I eat, they come from funeral homes.

I saw Blaine deliver that cooler to you this morning.

And that's where he says he gets his brains.

Well, he's a liar!

And you told me you got your own brains. So you're both liars.

The two of you are liable to give zombies a bad name. Where can I find him?

Slow down, please.

What makes you think he's killing people?

I had a bite of your eggs and brains on my way out and I had a vision.

I saw Blaine slaughter the boy whose brain we ate.

I met him, Lowell! He seemed like a great kid.

The question is how can you claim not to know Blaine is killing people?

You're a zombie. You have visions.

You ever stop to wonder why all the people you eat are so young?

Why they all came to such tragic and violent ends?

They weren't all young. A lot were, but not all.

And I've only had a couple violent visions.

I don't go looking for triggers.

I don't investigate murders. It's not like I saw Blaine kill anyone.

When you need another delivery, how do you get in touch with Blaine?

When Blaine made me a zombie,

he told me he'd get me the brains I needed to live.

I was starving. I didn't have a choice.

There's always a choice!

And right now, you could choose to tell me how to locate Blaine.

That's the only reason you're here? To get that information?

You can't slow down for a moment and talk about us?

Us? There is no us.

There's me and this guy who I don't recognize

who eats the brains of murdered homeless kids.

You're damn right I only came for that number!

Say you call him, then what?

I'll figure it out.

No. No. Not good enough.

What does it matter to you now, anyway?

Well, for a start, I'm in love with you.

Well, that's gonna be a problem.

Hot date, Boss?

Better.

Sex I can get whenever I want. This, though...

Ticket to the EMP to hear Kurt Cobain's unreleased demos

before anyone else in the world?

That's priceless.

Nirvana was the soundtrack of my youth.

Hell, my childhood ended April 5th, 1994.

I'm 13, headed to algebra.

Alyssa Delbarre comes running up and says "He's dead! He's dead!"

Starts bawling on my shoulder.

Then you nailed her? Nice.

Lawrence Kaiser called a little while ago.

Dibs!

No, Julien will handle the delivery.

Aw, come on.

You do not purge your bowels in the powder room of a man

with a helicopter pad in his backyard.

You squealed? Bitch move, man!

Enough. Enough.

Kaiser wasn't looking for product.

He wants to have lunch Thursday.

At his club.

He wants to talk about a business opportunity.

Says he'll send a car for you.

Well all right, then. Everything's coming up Blaine.

Guy's got his own club?

- ... sure you don't need? - Uh...

Uh-uh.

Bad, huh?

He wouldn't tell me anything. I... I really don't want to talk about it.

What about you? How's Major?

Uh... Eh, he's still convinced that the Candyman is harvesting human brains.

Which, you know, I suppose is technically true.

But his working theory is that

it's like a cutting edge bodybuilding supplement.

So, slight silver lining is he's not thinking zombie.

Vic's name is Everett Adams. Twenty-eight.

Former sniper with the Army Rangers.

Works at this paintball facility as an instructor.

CSI says there's no gunshot residue on him,

so the shot that killed him must've been taken from a distance.

You okay, Liv?

Fine.

All right, then.

Paintballers were part of the Big Brothers Big Sisters program.

No one heard the gunshot.