iZombie

Previously on iZombie.

Once the Super Max enters the blood stream...

We can crank the treadmill up as high as ten miles per hour.

Endurance and strength also sky rocket.

Who's Rita? She was meaningless.

He said this desperate Rita chick threw herself at him.

Night, Rita.

You're a sick bitch and I just want you out now.

New Hope died this afternoon.

So Major. And Blaine.

They're on borrowed time now.

Blaine is selling Utopium. He's taking on Mr. Boss.

Where to, boss?

Boss' guys figured out there's a rat.

You're gonna get me killed.

Any last words?

I am hungry like the wolf.

Sorry?

The music. Hungry Like the Wolf.

I think that's The Reflex.

So true.

So true.

I mean, talk about crazy. - Uh-huh.

And Gilda used a different name.

- Rita. - Mmm-hmm.

Ravi, are you even listening?

Half listening.

I confess imagining this poor woman's final moments as she burned alive

is distracting me somewhat.

But I get the basics.

Um... Gilda-slash-Rita slept with Major,

you found out, confrontation,

argue, argue, argue, exit Gilda.

And I punched her in the face.

You Americans and your violence.

I'm not getting much evidence off this mess.

Make yourself useful.

The landlord gave us an ID on our arson victim.

Dr. Eleanor Cash.

I was calling he "Cinder-ella".

52, single,

was on unemployment this last year. You get anything?

Uh, face was doused with a flammable liquid, set alight.

Prolonged and painful.

Not the way I'd choose to go.

Whale ingestion, if you're curious.

Someone must've really hated her.

According to Google, she was a scientist.

A researcher for Nescott Laboratories.

They'd been hired to test a new acne medication,

and one of their test subjects had a bad reaction. Pain, facial scarring.

Girl named Annie Rosine.

She sued, there was a trial, Dr. Cash was fired in disgrace.

Hasn't worked since.

Test subject with facial scarring.

The victim had her face burned.

A not unreasonable hypothesis is...

They're connected?

Yeah. I put that together.

I'm off to talk to Annie if you're feeling visiony.

Okay.

Enjoy.

I'll just be here.

Alone.

Gazing unblinkingly into the face of death

that inevitably awaits us all.

Brains.

Bra...

Kidding. Kind of.

I do need brains. You got any?

You've reverted to zombie form?

Well, if I haven't, things have just gotten kinky.

Sorry to drop in unannounced,

but this guy on the bus, he was so bald,

I could almost see his brain.

I had to take the edge off before things got weird, and you were closest.

Deceased scientist.

That's all I've got at the moment. Should keep you going.

For now.

That was an ominous pause.

New Hope?

Our test rat who reverted back to a zombie?

- She died. - Too much to hope for a rat suicide?

It's the cure.

Not only do its effects on zombie-ism appear temporary,

but the reversion back to zombie state

is followed by decline and then death.

So if you're in reversion phase,

the next phase most likely isn't far behind.

Kinda skimping on the silver lining here, doc.

The silver lining, such as it is,

we've found more of the tainted Utopium.

I'm working on a new cure. I just injected a new subject, so...

Well, hopefully it works.

'Cause it would be a real shame if your local brain supplier died

and you ended up with a horde of zombies running around Seattle

just as the Mariners were set to contend.

I agree. I'm working accordingly.

You know, you could provide Liv and me a list of your zombie clientele.

- Just in case. -

Oh. You were serious about that?

Well, in case you'd forgotten, those hungry

zombies provide not only my livelihood

but also the reason no one decides to harm dear old Blaine, so...

Thank you for the brain.

You wouldn't happen to have any clothes I could borrow?

Maybe something vaguely redolent of punting on the Thames?

Will that be all?

You mind calling me an Uber?

Annie Rosine. Originally from Red Deer, Alberta,

enrolled at U of W,

then as a senior looking to make extra cash

signed on as a test subject in a drug trial.

Then, one bad reaction later... Whoa!

Okay, I might murder whoever did that to me.

Just remember, try not to stare.

Hi. Can I help you?

Hi. Clive Babineaux. Seattle PD.

- Annie Rosine? - That's me.

Freak! Freak!

Uncool, you!

Come on in.

Tough neighborhood.

Is it my hair?

Wow. Somebody murdered Dr. Cash.

I don't even know how I feel about that.

Uh. I'm sorry for staring,

just you weren't quite what we expected.

Thank God for plastic surgery.

Must have been expensive.

Was there a settlement?

I sued, but didn't get much considering...

What happened at the trial?

Basically, it was Dr. Cash and her partner trying to blame each other.

Her partner? Dr. Alan Benway?

That sounds right.

They both got fired, the company hid behind the release forms

and I ended up with a small settlement that covered some of the surgery.

And loans that I'll be paying off the rest of my life covered the rest.

They ever figure out why you were the only one who got scarred?

They say it was a reaction to the anti-anxiety meds I was taking.

Look, I won't lie. It was a nightmare.

I looked grotesque, my face felt like it was on fire,

and, yeah, I wished horrible deaths on everyone involved.

But thanks to modern medicine,

I lost my motive to murder anyone.

Anyway, I was working the graveyard at King Cannery that night.

You can call and check.

So, you want to see me?

Mmm, mmm, hmm.

One sec and...

Boom.

Just finished my keynote for Rager-Con '16,

and it's not even 10:00.

Super Max, man. Super Max!

I mean, my mental energy is like, it's...

It's off the charts.

And physically? Forget it.

Ask the Air Gaulle flight attendant

how many petits morts she morted last night? Go ahead.

Sounds like a personal question for a total stranger.

Six! You're welcome!

Saved you the embarrassment.

This is what boundless energy looks like, Major. This!

- Yeah, but it can make you a little... - What?

- Aggressive. - Aggressive is good.

Now, we got some new zombie names for you to deal with.

More names?

Well, we're constantly monitoring hot sauce,

hair dye and fake tan spending in the Pacific Northwest.

We would not want any zombie-come-latelys crashing our party.

Would we?

Rita's coming in with a list.

Rita. About that.

I just found out that she's been Liv's roommate.

Have I not been doing a good job?

Well, you know what? Let's find out.

Ask again later.

I've been taking out zombies.

I've passed all your nutty little tests.

Everything we had you do, and it's a privacy

issue which gets your panties in a twist?

I assumed the deal was if I cooperated, you kept Liv out of this.

Yeah, well, when you assume, you... Yep.

There's always a method to the madness, my boy.

Was having Rita seduce me part of the madness?

Gaylord says what?

You didn't know?

That you were my doing the featherbed jig

with my daughter?

Mmm... No.

- Your... - Daughter!

With the list.

20 new names.

So, sweet child of mine,

who's always telling Daddy not to sleep with the help.

Really, Major?

I didn't figure you for the kiss-and-tell type.

It came out by accident.

An accident, huh?