iZombie

Previously on iZombie...

This is FBI agent Dale Bozzio.

She'll be looking into a string of missing person cases.

Seems someone is targeting rich guys in Seattle.

Suzuki's widow gave you a brain?

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

I can send it into the FBI lab.

It says here you were slinging for Stacey Boss.

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

This wall thing? It is a little out of date.

So maybe you only have one source?

And I wonder what happens to your case

if he goes away?

- Are you threatening me? -

Morning, everyone.

Is this happening?

It's happening.

If you have sex, Major will become a zombie.

That's a certainty.

- This isn't it for us. - It's not.

Phew!

That was pretty good.

Yeah.

It was almost as good as sex.

Like the difference between

a turkey burger and a hamburger.

When I was 14, I would've killed to do what we just did.

You and I are going to be fine.

So you're okay with it?

Because if we're gonna do this,

we have to be totally honest with each other this time around.

Of course I want to sex you up, girl.

You're very attractive, and I very much have a penis.

But just being with you is enough.

Honest.

But being with zombie me

is different than being with old me.

It's not just no sex.

When I eat someone's brain, it sets up camp in me.

It's like, I'm always Britney,

but sometimes I'm Hit Me Baby One More Time Britney,

and sometimes I'm...

Shaved head, smashing car windows Britney.

Real talk?

I thought both of those Britneys were hot.

- - I'm kidding,

I know this is serious.

I just want you to know that

I can hang with whatever you throw at me.

Ugh! What is that horrible, horrible smell?

I'm guessing it's the dead body.

Victim's name is Syd Wicked.

Died between 12:30 and 1:00 p.m., when the body was found.

Throat slit.

Looks to have been done with a playing card.

Queen of diamonds.

Had a special metal edge, razor sharp.

Any signs of a struggle?

Nope. No signs of forced entry into the room, either.

No adjoining door to another room.

No unlocked windows.

So whoever did this must have been let in through that door.

Let me guess, the security cameras were out?

Nope. Fully operational.

Should be waiting for us at the precinct.

What kind of name is Syd Wicked?

Stage name. He's a magician.

You don't dress like that unless you do magic

or you hate your parents.

Apparently there's some big magician convention

happening at this hotel all week.

Of course. PrestoFest.

How did I miss that? I'm on the mailing list!

This was in his bag.

Death.

Most of us live in constant fear that at any moment,

death will wrench us into an eternal darkness.

But I have stared Death right in his face

and he blinked first.

Mark that. I'll use that for the intro for my closer.

What showmanship.

The world has lost a storyteller.

So, who found the body?

So, the door wasn't tampered with?

No.

And had you seen anyone else come in

or out of the room other than Mr. Wicked?

Uh, this morning I came back for cleaning.

There is do-not-disturb sign on door,

but yelling inside.

Can you describe the voices on the other side of the door?

I just hear him yell at the angels.

The angels?

Chakrabarti needs you two upstairs.

I have located the source of that awful smell,

and it is not Clive's new cologne.

You can do better than that.

It played very well in my head.

I knew that smell wasn't coming from Syd's corpse.

Too fresh, obviously.

So, I took a gander around the room,

and found this in the wastebasket,

with this lovely note attached.

"Welcome to PrestoFest."

"Here's a gift from your fellow magicians."

So I thinks to myself,

"Hmm. Okay. Kind of boilerplate stuff."

Maybe they thought the summer sausage would make up for the stock sentiments.

But wait, there's more.

We're all hoping.

- - Ugh!

Enjoy the decay!

Seems like whoever wrote that

So how many magicians come to this.

PrestoFest every year?

Oh, upwards of 200.

Then you have your semi-professionals, your weekend wizards,

and the occasional hypnotist.

"PrestoFest, come for the illusions and stay for the sleight of ha..."

Looks like we're going to be interviewing

a whole lot of magicians.

Sometimes I really hate this job.

Syd Wicked.

I want to change my name to something cool like that.

What do you think of Rick Bang?

I think Rick Bang lives in a one-bedroom apartment

in the San Fernando Valley

and gets paid to do it on camera.

Ow. Well, Steph told me how to figure out my porn name.

Sadly, it's Polly Cripplegate.

Things good with you and Steph?

Yeah, they're fine, I guess.

Can you have sex without worrying

you'll turn her into a member of the undead?

- Yeah. - Then no bitching.

Well, I didn't think I was.

It might be time for someone to eat.

- -

Okay, have you thought of a card?

Do you see it?

The 10 of clubs is missing.

Where did it go, you witch?

Ah! The 10 of clovers.

A clover needs a dark space to take root.

A place as dark

as a closed casket buried six feet under.

That's dark.

Or, a man's back pocket.

This is the best brain ever.

I almost want to start killing magicians so it never ends.

Got something to show you, Liv.

- Pick a card. - No.

No one goes into the room until...

the maid finds Syd's body.

Wait, right there.

Three security guards come into the room.

How many come back out?

- Maybe the killer was disguised as... - Already checked it.

Three guards enter, three guards exit.

And the room had been empty for a couple of days.

So, Syd went into his room alive,

no one else came in or out of it,

and yet, he was murdered?

You know what this means, right?

The murder is a magic trick.

Sometimes I really love this job.

- Hey. -

Sorry, didn't see you.

Been a little on edge lately.

Work stuff.

How long were you standing there?

One second less than would have been creepy?

How's things in your world?

Uh...

You know Steph, the woman I'm kind of seeing?

"Kind of seeing."

Yeah, women love when you use qualifiers like that.

I like her, it's...

My question is, look, she just changed her Facebook status to "In a relationship."

And that freaked you out.

Look, I change my status to "In a relationship" all the time,

just to get dudes to leave me alone.

Yeah. Okay. I can see that.

But...

Well, she's just getting a bit intense, you know, okay...

I mean, she told me we're celebrating Guy Fawkes Day tomorrow.

I didn't have the heart to tell her it was weeks ago.

Guy Fawkes Day, huh?

Yeah...

She's definitely going to propose.

- Hey, you think she... -

- You think... -

You're the worst.

Did I miss something?

Just Peyton showing no mercy

to my neuroses about womankind.

Oh, okay. Let's get it all out in the open, Man-Things.

- What about Liv? - Huh?

Oh, she's not glomming onto you, is she?

She's cramping your style?