iZombie

Previously on iZombie...

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

The media's calling you the Chaos Killer.

The vic who went missing in Seward Park...

we just learned that his pooch had one of those GPS tracking devices.

This man is dying, and your first thought is to bring him here?

He's the only person who knows where to find tainted Utopium.

I can't make the cure without more tainted Utopium.

I guess I should thank you for saving my life.

We have two bodies packed full of tainted Utopium

buried in a shallow grave.

We can narrow the location to a single 100 acre field.

John Deaux? I'm agent Dale Bozzio.

- Who's this? - Suspect in the Meat Cute Massacre.

I just met him. This is our guy!

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Can I help you?

I'm just using the computers.

Do you need the Wi-Fi password?

What have I told you? Out.

- For real? Come on... - Do I need to call security?

Go.

Bitch.

- Porn? - Snuff films.

- (SIGHS) - You're not leaving all that shelving

for me to do again, are you?

I'm so sorry, I'm just not feeling too great.

Would it be awful if I left early?

Fine.

Thank you.

Hey! Stop that!

Get down from there!

I'm calling the police!

That kid was trying to tip the shelves on to you, I think.

- He what? - (COUGHING)

Uh... Please cover your mouth!

Oh, my!

Oh...

Oh!

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Meet Grace LeGare.

Victim of hemlock poisoning.

She was a librarian, collapsed at work three days ago.

She's been in hospital since. Died, obviously.

But doctors couldn't figure out the underlying cause.

She's 30 and otherwise healthy. Makes no sense.

So they send her to us.

And she might've been categorized a "respiratory failure" due to "unknown."

- But... - But Ravi figured it out

and he's super desperate for an attaboy.

Attaboy.

All I'm saying is, a lesser pathologist

might have missed trace amounts of stool in her intestines,

which contained trace amounts of water hemlock.

What do we know about hemlock?

Well, I believe it was Socrates who said of hemlock,

"I drank what?"

Claudius kills Hamlet Senior with a drop of hemlock in his ear.

Will one of you give me a hand signal or something

when you're about to say something useful?

Hemlock is a leafy plant. Highly lethal.

It can be slipped into a salad, a tea, a green smoothie...

In the morning I'll drop in on the husband, Andy LeGare.

You free?

To see the poor man hear that his wife didn't just die, she was murdered?

Seeing his first reaction to the news will tell us a lot about him.

Like if he's surprised we figured it out.

Whoa! Sorry, boys, no visitors tonight.

Boss' orders.

He's expecting me.

That might be true, but we got conflicting stories here.

Because just 10 minutes ago, he told me not to let anyone in.

Now, I'd say that request is, uh, pretty fresh.

Straight out of the oven, piping hot.

Questions?

Thoughts? Feelings?

I feel like you're a punk-ass and you better watch yourself.

You know, I'm working on that.

My ex says I put a wall up in my interpersonal relationships...

Yo, Mouth, our stash house got raided tonight again.

Unless Boss is down with donating 100 G's worth of product

to the cops on the reg, he's gonna wanna know there's a leak in his crew. Move!

I'd be happy to pass the message along to our man,

but any other options don't end pretty. Sorry.

Do you know who I am?

A big Danny Trejo fan?

Better do your math, son.

There's three of us and there's one of you.

You're right. You're right, man. I'm sorry.

I really should've...

Bad day at school, kiddo?

Yeah, I nearly just got my ass handed to me.

Boss' guys figured out there's a rat.

And there's only so much time before they know it's me.

You keep feeding so much to the DA,

you're gonna get me killed.

I hear you, man, I know you're in a tough spot.

But this is us striking while the iron is hot.

Boss is on the ropes, can't let up now.

Soon all that was his will be, um, well, mine.

Would you look at that. No garden full of wife poison.

There's always the backyard.

Besides, if the hubby wanted to be smart about it,

he'd grow his hemlock off the premises.

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I've got a good feeling about this husband.

This news is going to destroy him.

Mr. LeGare, I'm Detective Clive Babineaux, Seattle PD.

Oh, I'm not... I'm Todd.

Andy's home health aide.

Come on in.

Andy, you have visitors.

Hey, uh...

They're from the police department.

Hi. What's going on?

Mr. LeGare, I have some bad news.

Someone poisoned your wife.

What are you saying? Grace was murdered?

Yes, sir. I'm sorry.

Oh, God.

You're saying somebody deliberately poisoned Grace?

With water hemlock. It's a leafy green plant, it can easily be snuck into food.

- Are you growing anything like that, sir? - No.

No, my gardening days are behind me.

Todd does everything except wipe my nose.

That's a great photo.

Thanks.

I'm sorry, can I ask how...

Sure. I was a firefighter.

Five years ago, I was out on a call,

a support beam collapsed, flattened me.

Causedus burst fracture in my L1.

I'm sorry.

- Yeah. Mr. LeGare,

is it possible your wife had enemies?

Enemies? No.

There was a woman at work...

Uh, Muriel.

The librarian Grace worked with?

Yeah. She was no picnic.

Grace used to complain about her all the time.

Did she get specific?

She'd look over her shoulder when she was using the computers, you know?

Grace used to say the...

Oh, Grace couldn't wait to get away from Muriel.

As soon that advance money came in, she was gonna quit.

I'm sorry... advance money?

Grace just sold a novel.

Impressive.

She had a dream and she made it happen.

Major publisher. Book tour. The whole deal.

Book comes out in a couple weeks.

Out of curiosity, what kind of book did Grace write?

Romance.

About this Muriel...

Murdered?

I'm afraid so.

And according to Grace's husband, you're the only enemy she had.

Me? He thinks I killed Grace?

I always tried to be friendly with Andy.

But not Grace.

Grace used work time inappropriately

and when I caught her, I'd reprimand her.

Inappropriately how?

She'd work on her book.

And that's frowned on?

I'm a writer too, and I would never expect taxpayers to fund my private activities.

Grace was getting a big advance for her book.

Did that cause friction?

You're asking me if I was jealous?

You must not know what kind of book Grace was writing.

A romance novel.

That's one way to describe it.

Ah. This is Grace's pre-release copy of her audiobook.

Have a listen.

"The Upright Position, as read by Kristen Bell."

I've always felt a kind of connection to her.

(ON HEADPHONES) He tore off my scarf, a savage beast in heat.

"You've been a bad little bitch, haven't you?"

My breasts heaved against the cool, molded plastic of the airplane's instruments.

He pressed his maleness against me.

"Sonja," he growled, husky with passion.

"I'm gonna show you why they call it a cockpit."

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Honey, I'm home.

Oh, good.

Tell me librarian brain has filled you with an urge to create order out of chaos.

Our medical files are a mess.

I've been a bad morgue attendant.

I'll understand if there are punitive measures.

Liv, did you eat a librarian from a porno?

I am so sorry.

She wrote erotica and I can barely keep it in my pants.

Then you think about something sacred, like your mum.

Or something gross, like Margaret Thatcher.

What do American boys think about?

Baseball, I guess?

Then think about baseball.

Go forth, direct your lust elsewhere.

Liv.