iZombie (2015) s03e06 Episode Script

1 Previously on iZombie The Scratching Post.
Let's get up and running.
We don't have any customers yet.
Make some.
Do like our name says, "Scratch" RAVI: It won't be long before you have an episode too severe for that inhaler to help.
I've developed a serum that could potentially undo the memory loss that accompanies the second zombie cure.
You should find someone to keep an eye on you.
In case things take a sudden turn for the worse.
- What's the work? - Nothing.
I'm sorry about what this means for your friends.
[GASPING.]
Take me to the police morgue.
RAVI: He needs the cure.
Now.
I take the cure, and everyone I've ever known is wiped from my memory.
It's time.
I'm gonna miss you guys.
[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING.]
Do you know what time it is? You're late.
Again.
I am so sorry, Ron.
I had a last-minute DJ set at the Rockfish, but I forgot my vinyl and the promoter kept yelling at me.
Yvonne, clearly you like drama, so how about this? Keep this up, and you're fired.
Dramatic enough? It's okay, Ron.
I've got it.
Sorry, Ron! Thanks, Joel.
I swear, I didn't know how late it was.
- Can you - Don't worry, I'll talk to Ron.
Joel, you're the best.
After this, there's a great afterhours thing at Shindig.
We're going, me and you Wait, Yvonne, you heard Ron.
No more drama.
Right.
No more drama.
I promise.
- Yvonne Fallon? - Yeah? [SCREAMS.]
MAN: Oh, my god.
[THEME SONG PLAYING.]
Ah Mmm My God Oh, God, it's so good.
Mmm Peyton.
The hospital.
Oh, my God, and so creamy Mmm Okay, I'm glad you're human and are again able to experience the concept of flavor, but can we at least dial down the noises? Clive.
Coach Reeves.
Aw, Minor! Low blow Oh, my God.
[LAUGHS.]
It's the crunch with the salty and the chocolate.
Boom! And we'll stop here.
No lingering zombie signs, that's good.
Liv, hear that? The cure worked.
I'm human again! But it also turned you into a baby? His reunion with human food has been intense.
But the good news is, his memory seems intact thus far.
Yeah.
I remember everything.
Including last night.
Which was, you know, spectacular.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
Still in the room.
Yeah.
Also, complicated, but I Okay, no, I can't have this conversation with you looking like this.
And also I need to get home.
Right.
I got things to do, too.
[DOOR OPENS.]
[DOOR CLOSES.]
Oh, there you are.
Where've you been? Watching a newly human Major Lilywhite disgustingly consume several gallons of ice cream.
Wait, Major took the cure? - How's his memory? - So far, so good, but it's early.
Ooh la la.
Looks like someone's raising the bar on breakfast.
Good luck topping this one.
That sounds like a dare.
Maybe because it is.
So, uh, maybe now that this is a thing, we can agree on, say, an MPAA rating for communal spaces? Sorry.
We'll keep it PG.
Liv? Is she having a small stroke, or Zombie vision.
It'll pass.
Or not.
[GASPS.]
You okay? Yeah.
Sorry.
That went on forever.
Were you having sex with Sting, or Just this brain I've been on.
Ravi soaked it in some blue solution, part of his memory research.
The visions are intense, which was fun for a while, but God, I'm tired of having other people in my head, you know? Clive.
Gotta get to work.
Be good.
RAVI: Yvonne Fallon, grocery store check-out girl.
Hair dryer in tub.
I feel pretty safe saying cause of death was electrocution.
Suicide? Nope.
Look.
There's a piece broken off the dryer, and there's a chipped tile, here.
Small piece of the hair dryer, breaks off the tile, landed here.
Someone threw it in.
Probably from around here.
COP 1: I saw it COP 2: And I got it, what's your point? - COP 1: The point is it's garbage! - What the hell's going on? We found it in the trash.
The baseball signed by Thurman Munson.
- Can I keep it? - No.
Bag it and log it.
That's what I told him, Detective.
The roommate's calmed down.
She's ready to talk to you.
So Barb, you found the body? Yes.
I was at my boyfriend's last night and when I got back this morning I found her like that.
Had you known her long? A year.
I met her on Craigslist.
I inherited the house from my grandfather and rented out the spare room.
There were no signs of forced entry, she likely knew her killer.
You know her friends? Boyfriends? No.
I'm a homebody.
She was a party-all-night type.
She was always wrapped up in some drama or whatever You saw her room? Bit of a mess.
That's what she was A hot mess.
Sounds like it could be exhausting.
Sometimes, kinda.
Yeah, she was messy, self-centeend, dramatic, kinda scatterbrained, usually late with rent.
It was like having a real-life soap opera play out in front of you.
Oh, boy.
[DANCE MUSIC PLAYING.]
Go Ravi! With your microscope! Checkin' blood cells Hot mess club girl brain, you say.
That's the word.
Okay, so, Mr.
Hannawalt is closed up and shelved.
Report is somewhere.
Thank you.
You can head out with Clive now.
Oh, before you go, I'm rejiggering the memory enhancer.
I'm emailing you a list of ingredients I need from the medical supply near your apartment.
Could you bring it in tomorrow? Sure.
I can't find my cell phone.
Ravi, can you be a total stud and call it for me? [PHONE RINGING.]
From the drawer? [PHONE RINGING.]
I'm so sorry, Ravi.
I was doing the science stuff, but this new Tove Lo single is just so intense.
Scalpel, please.
That's the woman I told you about.
Around 9:30 last night, she walked in, and [CHUCKLES.]
Anyone recognize her? Uh-uh.
And believe me, everyone watched it.
I'll need a copy of the tape.
- Oh, my God, Ice Ship? - Ice Ship? Clive.
The bar downtown? So cool Yvonne put that up.
She was DJ'ing there.
She DJ'ed at Ice Ship? Hashtag, my kind of cool bitch.
I told you, she was so talented.
She could've been a star if she hadn't been murdered.
It so sucks when that happens.
Clive, we have to go to Ice Ship, it's just like the bomb.
And, also for clues and stuff.
[SIGHS.]
Watch the machine gun nest.
Good.
You still know your way around Battle of Pegasus.
Nazis are the bad guys, right? Nachos, gaming.
We talk girls, it'll be like old times.
Nazi! So, Liv? Yeah.
There's still something there, younow? But I'm human again, so we're back to square one.
Or two.
Or I've lost count of the squares.
Nazi! And stuff with Peyton? She made her choice with Blaine, I probably drove her into his arms.
Nazi! I left a lengthy apology on her voice-mail.
How'd she respond? She didn't.
[CLEARS THROAT.]
[MACHINE GUNS FIRING FROM GAME.]
I remember girl talk being more fun.
Oh, the bunker, do your thing.
[EXPLOSIONS FROM GAME.]
And we're dead.
We throw grenades.
Drop behind the wall.
Remember? Right.
Right.
Right.
Brain fart.
Let's run it back.
So, we have a development You have a development? I have a development.
This case I'm solving? I think she was killed for being awesome.
Murdered by haters.
Literally.
You have any kind of enhanced water? I don't think so.
Listen, Liv Ravi, please can you run out? I've been doing crime stuff all day and I really need a water with like, extra stuff and molecules.
Liv.
Major seems to be slipping.
He didn't forget me, did he? Major? It's me, Liv.
Remember? We used to be engaged.
And You became a zombie, then I did.
Now I'm not.
It's complicated, but yeah, I remember Complicated.
That is so us.
We've always been complicated.
It's okay, he remembers me.
Yeah, but not Minor, his old football coach, or our coordinated bunker attacks in Battle of Pegasus.
We should do shifts, checking in to make sure he's okay.
Did you get the stuff for blue solution? The memory enhancing fluid I've been working on.
I emailed you.
[SIGHS.]
Sorry.
I'll get it tomorrow.
You're not mad? Say you're not mad.
[ROCK MUSIC PLAYING.]
Hey bro, I'm trying to run a club here.
Vibe matters, and this is not a good vibe.
- What can I get you? - I'm fine.
C'mon.
On the house.
Anything.
What do you want? To be human again.
Well, things are tough all over.
Not entirely.
My dad owns an airline, and my trust fund kicked in last year.
I can get you $1,000,000,000 in cash.
Now.
For a cure.
Yes! Back in the club.
Liv, I get you're on this crazy brain, but don't forget we're police on the job.
No problemo.
I should probably take the lead on this, right? Since it's more my scene? - Not really.
- I think this is our guy.
Are you Sage Denning? The owner? Mr.
Grumpy at the front bar said we could find you here.
Yeah? Liv? You might remember me, I used to come here? 80s remix night? - Uh - Oh, also, we're the police.
Detective Babineaux, Seattle PD.
Homicide.
We're investigating the murder of Yvonne Fallon.
Yeah.
We heard about that.
Terrible.
So she was DJing here? Yeah.
Off and on.
I just hired her.
My wife, she handles the day to day stuff.
She could probably tell you more about her.
Trish! There's some cops here about that DJ.
Trish! Hmm.
Let me text her.
LIV: Who's that? I'll bet he remembers me.
That's our head bartender, Nels.
The DJ stand's back there, so he probably hung out with her more than anyone.
Trish says we're out of Sambuca, she went out for more.
I'll question Nels.
Wish me luck.
Why? I'm usually pretty busy back here, So I can't really tell you much about her.
There must be something.
She was annoying, she was always flirting, always playing some sort of angle.
It felt like she was hosting "The Yvonne Show.
" or something Pepper vodka? Do a shot with me! It'll loosen you up.
C'mon.
By order of Seattle PD.
Nels, you seem very perceptive.
I'm perceptive, too, so I can tell when other people are.
Did you sense anything about Yvonne? Trouble, or You know what I sensed? That she was a crap DJ.
I DJ myself, so I know.
I don't even know how she got hired.
You're a DJ, too? Okay, so here's her check stubs.
She started last month.
[LOUD MUSIC PLAYING.]
All right! C'mon This one's for you, Clive! All right! It's a party, let that caboose get loose! Would you excuse me? Liv, what are you Are you drinking? It's a questioning technique.
Loosening him up, forming a bond.
That's not how we do things.
I don't play by the rules, Clive.
[SIGHS.]
Nels, we're dry.
More pepper vodka Nice going, Clive.
There's gotta be more, it's a bar.
She's new.
If I were pepper vodka, where would I be? [CALLING.]
Pepper vodka! Ah.
Pepper Vodka.
Pepper vodka.
Let me guess.
Trish? Slapped anyone in a grocery store, lately? Look familiar? A certain video? Hashtag mystery slapper? This is Trish, who was not out getting Sambuca.
But hiding out back there.
Hashtag case closed.
I was in the storage room, what's the big deal? You were seen on a video assaulting Yvonne Fallon just hours before she was murdered.
Wait, what? And now you're hiding from police questioning.
That's the big deal.
Okay, yeah, I hid 'cause I thought you'd recognized me, and I didn't want the hassle.
Okay? Satisfied? No.
Why'd you slap Yvonne Fallon? She slept with my husband.
Is this true? Not exactly.
And it wasn't a big deal, anyway.
You guys need to rethink what qualifies as a "big deal.
" You've already lied to me once.
Let's say we had relations of a, uh Sexual nature.
Translation, she did the old bob on a - Liv.
- Men are pigs.
- I've got some stories for you.
- Liv, just Where were you around midnight last night? I hope for your sake you have alibis.
Well, I was here.
Working.
Can anyone verify that? Our bar-back Jen was there Jen? "Oops I forgot my bra" Jen? Nothing happened! - Where were you? - I was at Tyler's.
Ooh, the plot thickens! What were you doing at Tyler's? - "Stuff of a sexual nature.
" - Stop.
Jen, who? Tyler, who? Portling.
And Tyler Mitterland.
This should go without saying, but don't leave town.
Oh.
Hello.
Oh, God.
Major - Eh? - That is not funny.
You sure about that? Ow! I'm sure.
Come in.
I'm mid-project in here.
What's all this? Well, if Major as we know him is gonna vanish soon, he should really make some proper goodbyes to the important people in his life.
Leave something behind to remember Good Old Major.
Is Good Old Major planning on New Major being a real dick? If only to make people appreciate Good Old Major.
The guy was a sweetheart.
I'm cool with that.
As long as he doesn't speak in the third person like Good Old Major used to.
Yeah, good Old Major was pretentious in that way.
Hmm Dear God.
Is this Ravi envelope tear-stained? All right.
You can't shame me.
I'm pouring my heart out.
I want people to know how I felt about them.
God, Good Old Major was a softie.
I don't see one here for Sue and Dalia.
I tried.
I just couldn't.
There's just too much to deal with in a letter.
You'll feel better if you do it.
Here In case you forget.
Pretty thin.
What's it say? I'm not going to tell you, the whole point is 'Cause it's bad? It's bad.
You don't want to tell me 'cause it's bad.
Oh, God.
I'm a terrible person.
Everything I put you through.
Liv.
Spoiler alert.
That letter, it says that Good Old Major loved you like no one else ever.
This is so totally a moment, right? And you won't even remember.
- Liv, I - Don't speak.
This might be our last time as us.
Let it just be.
Liv Shh.
Just be.
[CLICKS.]
Sent.
For when you forget.
MAN ON INTERCOM: All aboard for Walla Walla.
Last call for Walla Walla, Washington.
You smell that? That's the smell of the breakfast game being elevated.
Morning, Ms.
Moore.
How are you this fine I don't know, just life.
Why does it have to be unfair? Just, Major, and this murder case is so, ugh It's just like life is just against me.
Sorry to hear that? Sorry.
This brain is big on drama.
Is that the dominatrix case? You're prosecuting Weckler? I worked on that one.
Clive's case? Oh, that's right, you're in the autopsy report.
That's all? [SCOFFS.]
I only solved it basically single-handedly.
Where's my credit? I'm not sure Clive can put the stuff you do in police reports.
I guess.
Strange case.
He confessed even though you didn't have much hard evidence.
I bad copped him.
He folded like that.
- Hmm.
- Oh, crap.
What? [SIGHS.]
I was supposed to get ingredients for Ravi's memory solution, but I keep forgetting.
Can I print this list out on your printer? Yeah sure, go crazy.
This brain.
I'm just, scrambled Oh, speaking of which, how're those eggs coming, maestro? It's getting there.
Sage Where's the sage? Sage? That woman slapped you because you slept with her husband? After all I do for you, you go out and just screw some random guy, and his name is Sage? [GASPS.]
Nothing wrong with a little salt.
[CELL PHONE RINGING.]
Excuse me, ladies.
I gotta get going.
This case just took a hashtag tizz-urn! Enjoy breakfast.
Liv, here's your Did she need this? [SIGHS.]
Just answer the question, Joel.
When did you find out Yvonne was sleeping with Sage Denning? I Sage Denning? His wife's the one who slapped Yvonne at the store.
Did you know about that? Don't take all day, Joel.
These lights are giving me a headache.
Yeah, I knew.
I stopped by her place after work.
She told me.
So you went to her place the night she died? You failed to mention that before.
What was the purpose of your visit? Just I knew she had a rough day.
And I promised to loan her some money.
How much money? What for? A thousand.
She said she needed it.
I didn't ask her why.
And she told you she slept with Sage Denning? When I asked her who that woman was who slapped her.
Yeah.
So you show up with the money and a bottle of wine.
You were expecting a little something extra for your effort, - weren't you Joel? - Wine? - What makes you think - We're detectives, Joel! We detect things! No joke.
Does anyone have, like, an aspirin or ibuprofin? As Ms.
Moore was saying, it appears you were hoping for something beyond friendship.
You were totally into Yvonne, but she friendzoned you.
She wanted your money, but she didn't want you.
She didn't even take the money.
Why not? I don't know, she just said she didn't need it.
- Or me.
- Ugh.
Nice creeps are the worst.
- Men are garbage.
- Liv Not you, Clive.
You're the best.
You know that, right? [RINGING.]
- This is Liv, leave me a message.
- [BEEPS.]
Liv, it's Ravi.
There's a sample tray at your workstation with just a spleen in it.
Maybe you know who it belongs to.
- Call me.
Thank you.
- [FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING.]
Hard at work.
Same old Ravi.
You don't look happy to see me.
I prefer non-alive guests here to remain quietly on their shelves.
Still got it.
King of the slams! If you're looking for brains, I can't help you.
Sorry, goodbye.
Nothing so small-time.
I'm bringing you an amazing one-time deal.
I've got a client at my nightclub.
Trust fund kid.
Loaded.
Zombie life doesn't agree with him and he's down.
Moaning how he wishes he had a cure Okay, I see.
My answer is still For one dose, he's offering $100,000.
We can split, 50-50.
50K, that buys a lot of Sweaters, or whatever it is you're into.
What do you say? Same answer.
No.
It's not even a functional cure.
You know well as I do, it's got serious side effects.
What, like this "memory" thing? That's a load of crap.
What do you mean? I mean Blaine's faking.
Why do you think that? I don't think it, I know it.
Open your eyes.
Blaine loses his memory and just like that, all his problems are gone.
He's got Mr.
Boss off his back, his brain business is raking in dough since there's no cure for being a zombie, [CHUCKLES.]
and, oh Now "clean slate, nice guy Blaine" can put the moves on that hot assistant D.
A Without having to answer for his very shady past.
Once, I heard him in his office, on the phone.
He said, "Relax, man, you sound like John.
" John was this guy we used to know.
He worried a lot.
He got murdered a year ago.
How can Blaine remember John if he has no memory? There's lots of people named John.
I mean, I know at least three.
Clearly we run in different circles, because I've only known one.
And he worried a lot.
But hey, I get it.
Blaine's your buddy now.
Keep it in mind.
50-50.
- This is Liv, leave me a message.
- [BEEPS.]
Voicemail full.
Voicemail full? For God's sake, Liv Uh, Ravi? Um, right here.
Hey.
So, I'm on the dominatrix case and I only have a summary of the autopsy.
Could I get a full report? Of course.
Just, let me So, um, Peyton.
Actually I I heard something, that I feel I need to, you know, pass along.
It's about Blaine.
What did you hear? That Blaine is faking his memory loss as a way to leave his problems behind.
Get a new start.
I wasn't going to say anything, but If it's true, then the cure works.
And if the cure works, well, you know what that would mean for Liv.
Where'd you hear this? A guy, from Blaine's old crew.
No doubt a paragon of honesty and integrity.
I know how this sounds.
I thought about not even telling you, but You should've stuck with that.
I just, thought you should hear.
And I did.
[TELEPHONE RINGING.]
Nice guys are the worst.
So, Sage was with you until 2:00 a.
m.
? Got it.
Thank you, Jen.
Bye.
You know? - What? - About these creepy nice guys.
I need a wipe.
Do you have wipes? Wipes? No, Liv.
I'm trying to work.
I know I have my license here somewhere.
Does a gym card count? Tell you what, forget the license.
We do this off the books, I'll give you a grand for the ball.
Otherwise, better luck next life.
[GASPS.]
- Where'd you go? - Happy Days Pawn Shop.
She sold a baseball for $1,000.
The same amount she asked Joel for.
What else did you see? That wasn't enough? Finally.
You got the stuff? Yeah.
Sorry, lots of detective stuff, so it took a while.
Wipes.
The police place is disgusting.
Enhanced water.
I got one for you, too.
And You forgot the ingredients for the blue solution again.
God, Liv I am so sorry, Ravi.
Clive's been so needy on this case, He's just like, bleh Why are you even here? Isn't it your shift monitoring Major? - Liv.
- I had to come here.
Clive needed me.
I left Major my name and number and who I am, if he's confused, and no new messages, so he's probably fine.
Your voice-mail is full! He's not here.
And his travel bag is gone.
He must've gone somewhere.
- Where? - He might not even know, his memory could be totally gone by now.
Okay.
You're Major.
Your memory is disappearing, where do you go? - Bill? - Hey, Dalia.
Listen, we got a call from the people at the bus depot.
A young man was wandering around with no belongings and no ID.
Didn't seem to know who or where he was.
I went down to pick him up, and, well, look who I found.
Major? Hey there.
Hey.
Look! - You brought food! - Hmm.
I did.
Thai me up, Thai me down.
If you insist.
Mind if I down some of this Pad Thai first? I'm gonna need the energy.
Hmm.
Funny man.
So I dropped by the morgue today.
I needed some information on a case from Ravi.
Yeah? Yeah.
Uh, Ravi came at me with this whole elaborate conspiracy theory that you've been faking your memory loss this whole time.
I'm starting to think that guy has a crush on you.
- What's his theory? - I guess, one of your old running buddies was in his ear.
I didn't run with a real trustworthy group.
Yeah.
He said you just wanted to keep your business going and win me over.
Hmm.
Absurd, right? I mean, he knows what happened to Major since he took the cure.
You know what this needs? Pinot.
Major took the cure? When? Couple days ago.
Liv said his memory has started fading.
It's heartbreaking.
Yeah That's how it goes.
Poor Major.
So? So, what? It's not true, is it? No.
I mean, I didn't even think you expected an answer.
Right.
I mean, it doesn't even matter anyway.
What doesn't matter? It's just This is you, right? 'Cause if this version is the real you, then does it matter how we got here? So even if I faked losing my memory, you wouldn't be a little mad? I don't know.
I'm just I'm so happy right now.
[LAUGHS.]
How's the curry shrimp? - I have good news.
- The shrimp's amazing? Oh! Major is going to get his memory back.
And the good news doesn't stop there.
This is me.
This version of me, small business owner, amateur lounge singer, guy that feels lucky every time you walk through that door.
Major's memory is going to come back? It fades out slowly, at first, and then completely and then a couple of days later it just Snaps back into place.
- And you know this because - Because it's It's what happened to me.
And what gave me the idea That I could change my life.
Change who I was.
Change how people viewed me.
Well it worked.
[SCOFFS.]
You've made a fool of me.
This whole time, my friends could've been cured.
Liv could've been human for months.
You're a sad, selfish, greedy man.
Wait.
What happened to, "It didn't matter how we got here"? I'm a lawyer, Blaine.
I shouldn't be trusted.
[DOOR SLAMS.]
Hello? Major! Mom! [CRYING.]
I should've talked to you about it.
But I was in high school, I was confused, and Dad was a wreck.
I felt like I had to pick a side, and it was so much easier to choose the parent who didn't have a new girlfriend.
So, now you have to tell me everything.
[LAUGHING.]
I mean, the last I heard, you were engaged to some woman, and she just broke it off.
Liv.
She, uh She did do that.
Hmm.
I'm so sorry.
What about now? Is there someone new in your life? Actually, I'm thinking there might still be a chance for Liv and I to have a future together.
The timing might finally be right.
I'm pretty sure he left an old address book in this box of stuff in my closet.
We can start calling PEYTON: There you are.
I've been trying to call you, your voice-mail is full.
Major's gone.
We've been up all night, checking every ER and police station.
- I'm sure we'll hear something soon.
- Really? What if he's lost his ID and he can't remember who he is.
And he could be wandering around forever.
Guys, he should be getting his memory back soon.
- What? - The zombie cure works.
No side effects beyond a couple days of memory loss.
I heard it straight from the horse's ass's mouth.
- Wait, you're saying - Yeah.
Turns out Blaine was lying this whole time.
He never lost his memory? Just for a day or two.
Then, I guess it came back and he was fine, he just kept the charade going.
I'm so sorry, Ravi.
Don't.
It's fine.
[CELL PHONE VIBRATING.]
I Is that him? No, it's I don't even know what this number is.
Hello? Major! No, I lost my phone, this is my mom's.
I told you, I'm fine! Better than fine.
Liv, it works.
The cure works, my memory is back.
Yeah.
[LAUGHS.]
Good.
Yeah, just It's a long story, I'll tell you when you get back.
You are coming back, right? I can't wait.
Bye.
He's fine! He's in Walla Walla.
His mom is driving him back this afternoon.
Memory's back.
He's human, and normal and fine.
It works, Ravi.
The cure works.
And there's a batch waiting at the morgue.
So what do you say, Liv? Ready to be human again? First thing I do when I'm human? Geez, I don't even know.
Don't say ice cream, I had to watch Major slobber up gallons of it and it ruined ice cream.
I can't believe this is happening.
I wanted this for so long.
I can barely even remember what being human is like.
RAVI: Liv.
We have a problem.
The syringes They were locked in that drawer.
Were They're gone.
I told you, she was at my place.
I know, Tim.
But details matter here.
'Cause if you're not telling the full truth about who was where, when, that makes you an accessory to murder.
You don't strike me as a prison guy.
Let's run that timeline once more.
[TELEPHONE RINGING.]
Hi, Barb.
We need to talk.
So according to your boyfriend, Barb, you left his place earlier than you told me.
Around 2:00 a.
m.
Meaning you don't have an alibi for the time of the murder.
Well, when I left Tim's house But that's not what we need to talk about.
What we need to talk about this.
This baseball.
We found it in the trash.
Now, why would anyone throw away a signed Thurman Munson ball? A similar ball that just sold on Ebay for 10 grand.
'Cause it's fake, of course.
Not even a good counterfeit of the signature.
But you know that, don't you? That's why you killed Yvonne.
Yvonne owes you back rent to the tune of $1,000, so she pawns your baseball.
She replaces it with this one, hoping you wouldn't notice.
But you did notice.
And you lost your mind.
You confronted her in the bath.
You throw the dryer into the tub.
So - I am not - Be sure to include whether or not the dryer was already plugged in when you got there.
Why? If it was plugged in already, it's manslaughter.
If you plugged it in, it's murder.
Your confession may sway me as to what we charge you with.
It had to be Blaine.
The timing is just too obvious.
He had knowledge, opportunity, motive.
He's protecting his brain business.
Or.
Don E.
He knew I had the cure.
He was looking to sell it for big money to some high roller at the club.
LIV: I was gonna go for ice cream.
The obvious choice, I know.
But God, I could taste it already.
Liv It's okay.
I was so worked up by the break in, I totally forgot.
There's still a dose left! Where? What are we waiting for? A few weeks ago, I gave a syringe to Major, just in case.
He never used it.
He's still got one dose.
So, we just wait for Major to get back? It'll give you time to think of something better than ice cream.
A figgy pudding, perhaps.
Oh! Or a sherry trifle.
A good flummery.
[FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING.]
You look awfully pleased.
Signed confession.
The roommate.
Your pawnshop vision was the key.
Well, savor this one, Clive.
- It was our last case.
- Why's that? Ravi's cure works.
Major's back to normal.
No memory loss.
I'm about to take it.
You're throwing in the towel on being a zombie now? You can't tough it out for a few more years? At least until I get my Captain bars? Thanks for giving these past couple of years meaning, Clive.
You did that yourself.
[LAUGHS.]
I just took advantage of it.
- Major! - You're home! We'd seriously thought we lost you this time.
It's good to be home.
I'll tell you guys everything, just let me jump in the shower and then we can celebrate.
Actually, this can't wait.
Someone stole all the remaining doses of the cure from my office.
- Someone stole - Well, let's not dwell on that.
I gave you a syringe a few weeks back.
It's the last one, and we need it for Liv.
Do you have it with you? I I did.
Um But I didn't tell you.
I I gave it to someone.
To whom?