iZombie

Previously on "iZombie"...

He must've taken the cure.

Blaine is having some issue with his memory.

Can't remember anything.

We know you've been seeing that gal in the morgue.

This girl's the one good thing I got in my life.

I told him I didn't want him working undercover.

I have the right to know if I'm living with a murderer!

Stop!

Welcome back to Pacific West University Student Radio.

Tonight, our two candidates

for president of the student senate

are taking questions from our listeners.

And our first one comes from Jenn K, via Twitter,

"Why should I care about the election?

"Hashtag, real talk."

Bailey, your response?

My first priority is to make the student senate accessible to the student body.

As Thomas Paine once said,

"It is not in numbers, but in unity,

"that our great strength lies."

Ugh. There you go again.

First, Jenn, you sound super-hot.

"Hashtag, let's hang out."

As House of Pain once said,

"Get out your seat, and jump around."

A stirring rebuttal.

Okay, our next tweet comes from Jackie.

What the hell was that?

Brody should be legally required to wear a helmet.

The first line of his bio says that he's a, quote, "ass-o-holic,"

and he just owned you.

Why didn't you drop that bomb?

Because I'm a pacifist. I gotta go.

What happened?

Let me see, what was it?

Oh, yeah, um...

I accused you of being the Chaos Killer,

you turned into a raging zombie,

I tranquilized you.

-How do you feel? -Honestly? Hungry.

Like, zombie hungry.

I can help with that.

We'll head down to the morgue soon,

but let's not bury the lead.

You're the Chaos Killer?

Technically, I'm the "Chaos Kidnapper."

No one is dead, they're frozen.

In preparation for their long-haul interstellar journey?

Okay, Max Rager knows about zombies.

And they know that they are, at least, partly, to blame for them.

They want to get rid of the evidence.

They identify potential zombies through purchases.

Okay, so, hot sauce, tanning, hair dye.

But there are hundreds of names.

They learned that I can detect zombies.

So now they have me going down the list,

taking out anyone who sets off my zombie-sense.

Did you consider turning down their offer?

They said they'd murder everyone on the list starting with Liv.

I see. That's a tough first offer.

I thought that if I could make Max Rager think that I was killing them,

freeze them instead, you could come up with a cure,

and there would be a big happy ending for everyone.

We have to tell Liv.

-We can't. -I'm going to tell her then.

Okay, look, everything I have done has been to protect her.

Not to be funny, but that's what she said.

You see more of Liv than anyone.

Just answer this question honestly.

Has she or has she not decided

that the only way she can make herself feel vital

is to be some crusader for justice?

It's brought some meaning to her life, to be sure.

Okay, then ask yourself,

if we tell Liv the truth,

do you think this new version of Liv

is liable to do something that'll get herself killed?

Where is he?

-Ma'am... -Where's Mr. Boss?

Where is he?

Tell me where Drake is, or it's your ass.

Mmm.

Tastes nasty...

Oh, but feels great. (EXHALES)

So how close are you to a new cure?

Yeah, about that, um...

I've been successful turning a zombie rat back into a normal rat.

So now, it's time to try it on a two-legged zombie.

A two-legged zombie has already taken it.

Blaine?

He injected himself before I could do proper testing.

He thought he was dying.

I know I should want you to say that the cure worked perfectly...

Well, he's no longer a zombie.

But...

Side effects may include complete memory loss.

He's still functional, still Blaine in many ways.

He just can't recall anything he did, or anyone he met,

prior to taking this cure.

Unless, of course he's faking.

Professor of linguistics? That'd be whack, yo.

High school vice principal?

Bluegrass-folk musician.

Sold.

Keeping this one for us.

Hey, champ. What can we do for you?

I found the Shady Plots deed of ownership in my office.

You're Donny, right?

-Don E. -A-ha.

-And he's Chief? -Yep.

So who's "John Deaux"?

My nom de guerre.

Why do you need an alias to own a funeral home?

Don't worry about the deed.

Your job is to upsell the bereaved.

You got that covered?

Yeah, for the most part.

I can remember coffin models and prices

like it's the days of the week,

but when clients come in from before, I'm lost.

They seem to know me, but I have no clue who they are.

Fake it till you make it.

What is it you do down here?

That's downstairs business. You just concern yourself with upstairs business.

Division of labor, Grand Master B.

That's how productivity happens.

-Somebody's gonna catch us. -Let's hope.

Stop.

What is that?

Let's find out.

Wake up!

You won't believe the night I had.

I might. (GROANS)

Liv, I've got something to tell you.

Drake is a cop.

He what?

An undercover vice detective.

Oh, my God.

That's why he was working for Mr. Boss.

And Drake's mom thinks Mr. Boss found out and had him killed.

Well, what do you think?

I'm not sure.

I just beat the snot out of one of his goons trying to get answers,

but he didn't know anything.

-You did what? -He started it.

-He... -He tried to manhandle me.

So you went Jack Bauer on him?

Are you mental?

Okay, I might need to get off stripper brain.

What did you have to tell me?

Oh, right, that.

Um...

Major's a zombie.

Oh, no.

Is he okay?

For now. He's asleep in my office.

This is not your fault. You only scratched him to save his life.

Yeah, and then, he said he would've rather I let him die.

I think, I might have found a way

to tweak his perspective on that front, for now.

We're inside.

Well, that is where the warmest rays of light come from, inside.

You told her, right?

She would've noticed.

Well, turns out all I needed was a little disco nap

to turn my frown upside down.

You know, being a zombie ain't so bad.

Leslie Morgan. You gave him leftover positivity brain.

I did. But that was the last of it.

You know that this elevated mood you're experiencing is temporary, right?

Look, let's not worry about tomorrow

until we're done enjoying today.

Okay, but when this everything-is-awesome brain wears off,

-I want you to know how sorry I am. -Shh...

Love means never having to say you're sorry.

I've got hair to dye and some skin to spray-tan.

Carpe diem!

Can we play hooky and follow him around for the rest of the day?

Unfortunately, no. We've got a body.

Couple skinny-dippers snuck in last night.

Found her floating, dead in the pool.

She was strangled to death with a cord of some sort.

Garroted, like Luca Brasi.

Fitting that she too, then went to sleep with the fishes.

It's a Sicilian message.

It means Luca Brasi sleeps with the fishes.

-That was Don Corleone. -No it wasn't.

And it was Clemenza who said that line, anyway.

Victim's friend is here.

Wants to talk to the detective in charge.

Brody Johnson did this.

Brody from Zeta Beta Theta?

Yeah, beer pong king, streaking enthusiast,

Johnny Manziel fan club president, that Brody.

-You know him? -We've met.

Why would he want to kill her?

He was running against Bailey for president of the student senate.

They must really take their student government seriously here.

We found out that Brody never took his SATs,