iZombie (2015) s04e12 Episode Script

1 Previously on iZombie Blaine, you figured out a way to turn the whole country zombie.
Our prisoner was turned into a zombie last night.
Someone knew where he was.
I've heard rumors that our own men are skimming brains and selling them on the black market.
There is one name I know, Russ Roche.
Russ managed to get his hands on a weapon and escape.
- Whose weapon did he take? - Mine, sir.
Isobel is immune.
Maybe she's the key to finding a vaccine.
I wanna go out knowing that my life had meaning.
Liv, Ravi.
I love you guys.
I can't.
Not yet.
Fair enough.
Tomorrow it is then.
I need time to conduct tests on Isobel's brain anyway.
I feel like I'm getting close to a vaccine.
Take as much time as you need.
Hey.
- You manage to get some sleep? - Not really.
You two see the latest tweet from the official Fillmore-Graves account? What fresh hell? "Human smuggler Curtis Lim will be executed in two days unless Renegade surrenders to @FillmoreGravesUS authorities.
" Liv.
You understand, you are too important to the rail road.
You cannot turn yourself in.
You are too valuable to me, to the city, and to the people who love you.
Repeat after me, "I will not turn myself in to Fillmore-Graves.
" I won't turn myself in.
Major.
Give me a minute, someone's at the door.
Lillywhite.
Captain Hobbs.
- This is - Unexpected? I was looking for a stronger word.
Come in.
Listen, what happened to those soldiers in your unit last night Chase crossed a line, I'm sorry.
All of this violence, this unrest, we're losing the few friends we have in Washington.
Our allies need a sign that we're righting the ship.
We need new leadership.
Well, if you want literally the worst job in America I'll support you.
No.
Fillmore-Graves has never been led by a pencil pusher.
A soldier leads Fillmore-Graves.
A soldier respected by the men and women who make up our fighting force.
A soldier like you.
Who was it? Captain Hobbs.
What did that whiny kiss-ass want? - Soup? - Suffer.
He wants to overthrow Chase and install me as the new commander.
I meant what did that brilliant strategist and white knight of the rebellion want? Put the thought out of your mind.
You'd have the backing of the soldiers.
You're the guy who could do it.
I don't want it.
You see the latest tweet from the Fillmore-Graves account? Mmm-mmm.
Chase is gonna execute some human smuggler unless Renegade surrenders.
Good luck on that.
Like Renegade is gonna walk in and say, "Here I am.
" "Let's get to head smashing.
" Chase is out of control.
If we're gonna survive as a species, as a force capable of keeping the peace, he's gotta go.
Lillywhite can't be trusted.
You've lost him, sir.
That's all, Captain Hobbs.
Sorry, just making sure Stan is all set to take Curtis' girlfriend for her sonogram.
You ever been to Spain? Ah Yeah.
Peyton had this Spanish boyfriend, sophomore year of college, Armando.
We all spent a week on the coast of Majorca.
Beaches were so beautiful.
It was like the edge of the world, just blue water and open sky.
Would've been nice to have met you then.
- When were you there? - In 2005.
I was in Spain somewhere in 2005.
- Shut up.
- Yeah.
But I was in Barcelona.
I flew into Barcelona.
Maybe we passed each other at the airport.
Nope.
I would've remembered you.
I doubt you'd remember a girl you saw at the airport - over ten years ago.
- Trust me, I would've.
There's probably hundreds of guys that remember you fondly as the girl from the airport.
Or that girl from the line at the DMV.
See? Who's gonna forget that? Hey, sista.
I think you were good with the one you took 40 minutes ago, how about taking a lap? I'm paying you to mingle.
You really need to stop yelling at me.
I am under so much pressure right now.
You're taking a lap.
Can you carry my purse? And my drink.
And get me water.
Who wants a selfie with the white girl? Major? I was just working up the courage to knock.
I should've listened to you.
You were right about Chase.
You were right about everything.
And now, you're turning yourself in to save Curtis.
You're not gonna talk me out of this.
I know, but I I wanted to say goodbye.
I wanted us to part on good terms.
- Hello? - Ravi.
Is Liv with you? Oh, God.
Hey, buddy.
Where are we? Oregon.
What the hell, dude? I've been ringing Major and he won't pick up.
Yeah, he asked me to give you a message when you showed up.
Did he? He told me to tell you that he took Liv out of Seattle to keep her from surrendering.
Oh, yeah, and he told me that Liv is Renegade.
- It's wild.
- Hold on, hold on.
By took her out of Seattle, you mean He kinda kidnapped her.
He kidnapped her? Any idea when he plans on bringing her back? Apparently Major is gonna wait out Curtis' execution and return with Liv once it's too late to surrender.
- All right.
- But given the options, I don't think this is the worst news.
I appreciate the update.
Let me know if you hear anything else.
- Bye.
- Bye.
Is Curtis gonna be okay? - Murder solving time.
- You're here.
Good.
I've got more details from white girl's autopsy.
Yeah, I'm not going into that.
- Uh, cause of death was - Hammer to the back of the head.
Vampire Steve forwarded me the last video found on McKenna's phone.
Taken in the bathroom of The Scratching Post.
Take a look.
Is that a snuff boomerang? Yeah the good news is, McKenna probably saw who killed her.
Liv should make this a quick one, where is she? Funny Funny story.
She's been kidnapped.
It's not that funny.
By Major in a nice way.
Liv is Renegade.
Seattle's number-one human smuggler.
Chase Graves is gonna execute one of Liv's coyotes if she doesn't surrender.
I think I need to sit down.
Yeah, Major is keeping Liv out of Seattle, so she doesn't turn herself in to Chase.
- Because she would.
- Indeed.
In the meantime "It's murder solving time.
" You're quite the YouTube sensation.
You got the attention of every zombie in the city.
They hang on your every word.
Not my words.
His.
But delivered with such panache by his favorite apostle.
So Has the big man upstairs mentioned anything about nuclear annihilation? Nothing, why? I've got drunk Fillmore-Graves soldiers at the bar every night babbling about the government cutting off brain shipments.
They want to make us extinct, Pop.
And once the brains are cut off, either humans will destroy us because they know we need their brains or we'll wipe them out because we're starving.
Unfortunately that second scenario Well, that ends with an A-bomb.
There's a reason the government has evacuated everybody in a 30-mile ring around New Seattle Now is the time to act.
- Begin slaughtering humans? - No.
Send your flock out into America.
Have them scratch, bite, fornicate, feed.
Turn half the world zombie leaving the other half as food.
- Make your prophecy come true.
- It's too soon.
And the ways out of the city are too well-guarded, landmines, machine guns, tanks For such a momentous undertaking I need a sign.
Is it impossible that the sign is me? Telling you that we're on the eve of destruction? The Lord will point me in the right direction.
Olivia? Just a moment, darling.
Now doesn't that just look marvelous? Not as marvelous as you, dear.
I may have freshened up a bit.
I found this in the bedroom closet.
I sure hope the lady of the house won't mind my borrowing it.
You could've packed an overnight bag for me, you stinker.
Why, I don't even have a nightie.
Can you ever forgive me? You know, I've fixed the broken front step and brought in the firewood.
Well, I think that deserves another martini.
So, who does live here? This is a safe house operated by Fillmore-Graves, darling.
One of our married couples lives here, and I can't for the life of me figure out where they've gone.
Then we'll pretend it's ours till they return.
If we wind up staying, we could put a tomato plant right outside that window.
Now, what will the neighbors think? There are no neighbors.
It's just us.
How I've missed being held in your arms.
Aw, that's just the gin talking.
No, it isn't.
It's me.
Isn't it? You sneaky Pete, those brain tubes we ate weren't the regular kind, were they? They come courtesy of a blissfully happy married couple who died together at the ripe old age of 95.
I always did want to grow old with you.
I know it's not real, but I'm having too much fun to care.
Now, the brain isn't in total control and the truth is I'm rather fond of you, you big Magilla That suits me just fine.
I'm gonna ask you one more time to button that.
I'm proud of my body and if I wanna show it, I'm going to, no one is making you look.
Can you find the bathroom for me? No.
Well, can you come with me to find the bathroom? - No.
- Then why are you even here? I was serious about you buttoning that shirt.
There he is, let's go.
Watch how weird he is to me.
Got a couple more questions for you, Mr.
Eberhard.
- Oh, let's not.
- Wow.
You're throwing shade at me when I've literally been nothing but nice this whole time.
- Stop.
- You saw how he was to me.
Okay.
Correct me if I'm wrong, Doc, but usually when a man's shirt is that open, someone's coming at his chest with crash pads.
I don't engage in hate speech, so I have no response for you.
Can you see if they have coconut water? We have a video of McKenna being hit with a hammer while Shh, shh, stop, I need you.
What the hell are you doing? I can feel you comparing me to Olivia now.
And you're coming up short.
Is he having a vision? I think he's staring at his reflection in the beer tap.
Yep.
What? Did I not blend my contour? This is why I can't trust you.
You seemed pretty lost in thought there.
You are so obsessed with me.
I'm over this place, we should go.
I know who we're looking for.
I don't get why I'm here.
My colleague had a vision of you fighting with McKenna at The Scratching Post, during the white party last night.
I remembered you from the time you had your tongue down my friend's throat.
Unfortunately.
Put my tongue down a lot of throats, you'll have to be more specific.
What was your fight with McKenna about? She was a zombie.
The perfect specimen of God's chosen people.
And then, she paid $14 million dollars to return to a human state.
To walk away from God's grace.
Then capitalized on our culture, our style, our look.
Brother Love said becoming a zombie means God chose you for immortality.
Who is this Brother Love? - He's a prophet.
- Oh, good.
We should probably talk to him.
Here.
He told us that she is an apostate.
The cure, the cure for what exactly? For domination? For immortality? For basking in the warmth and the loving gaze of a vigilant god? She must be cleansed of this Earth.
You notice anything? That he somehow got 10,000 views even though he's super old.
No, no, no.
The hammer, yeah, I saw the hammer.
The killer used a hammer, I'm not blind.
And guess what? I'm not gonna guess.
Jim Jonestown here is Blaine DeBeers' father.
That's weird, but I don't know what it means.
But did it sound to you like he just told his congregation to kill this girl? This apostate.
The people who own this house could be home at any minute.
What would they think if they found us necking in their parlor? That I'm the luckiest guy in the world.
I know you said we're in Oregon.
But it feels more like cloud nine.
This is how it could always be for us.
We are not the problem, it's the rest of the world that mucks everything up.
What if we leave all that behind? Ignore the rest of the world.
- Let's never go back.
- How will we eat? There have to be cemeteries around here somewhere.
- I'll buy a shovel.
- Well, what about money? I'll work, I'll pick apples, I'll sell vacuums door-to-door.
I just wanna be with you.
And gosh, if Ravi finds a cure some day, we can go back to the way things were before any of this happened.
Before boat parties, before zombie outbreaks.
I'd be your fiancee again.
You could be my wife.
Mrs.
Major Lillywhite.
Well, that sounds perfectly lovely.
Almost perfect.
We're out of Tom Collins mix.
Oh, there has to be some somewhere.
I'll go take a look.
My hero.
Now where in the Sam Hill Really, darling, what would you do without me? What? These are our people.
You have a lovely home.
It says Fillmore-Graves stopped sending brain tubes.
They were afraid they'd go Romero and hurt somebody.
They decided Jeff would shoot Tammy and then himself but he couldn't bring himself to do it.
Couldn't bear the idea of living without her even for a moment.
We sit on the other side.
This side's better.
Thanks for joining us, Mr.
McDonough.
Please.
Call me Brother Love.
That, sir, is unlikely.
Very well.
Apparently, the unis couldn't bring themselves to frisk a man of the cloth.
Even when that cloth is splattered in blood.
Now, we can begin.
Okay, I don't like him, but I don't hate the cape.
Blessed is he with a white streak.
You must visit our church and be baptized.
For we who taste, can see.
You people wouldn't understand.
He did not just say that.
Can we help you with something? Sneaky, sneaky Babineaux.
But no zombie case slips by me.
Our victim was a human, we haven't charged a zombie suspect.
As of late, accusations are being thrown at zombies, how you say? Oh, yeah, "dippy-dippy bon-bon" - Hmm? - It is important the interview be monitored in a case involving a zombie of some notoriety.
You mean the same famous zombie who called for the vic's head just days before her murder? - It's all online.
- Ah, you must mean White Girl.
Her name is McKenna Nuddelle.
A name she hath, and now she hath not.
A sinner was punished.
Alas, I did not cast the stone.
Where were you Friday night between 10:00 p.
m.
and 2:00 a.
m.
? At my church.
Surely someone would have noticed this priest at The Scratching Post.
Maybe in Pink Panther movies they don't establish alibis? But here we are with the man who called for the victim's death.
Produced a bloody weapon similar to the one used in the murder.
And showed up to his interrogation in bloody robes.
I'm gonna check his alibi, I'm gonna have his robes and hammer analyzed.
And I'm gonna lock him up until I'm satisfied he's not the killer.
Enjoy your illusion of power, human.
Enjoy handcuffs, whitey.
What the What the hell? Oh, it's horrible.
You should see this, Detective.
Off with the robes, preacher man.
Your prayers will be answered, my children.
Where are you taking him? Release him.
Let him go.
Where are you taking him? These chains are but an illusion.
God always answers the prayers of his chosen people.
Let's take him back to holding now, sneak him to county later.
It was me! I murdered White Girl.
I knew she would be at The Scratching Post.
I snuck up behind her in the bathroom and sent her back to hell.
Good fortune awaits you, my son.
Thank you.
Thank you for ridding the world of the apostate.
Ah, yes, how convenient that I was here.
So what's the story with freezing? Do they stick you in a freezer until you're frozen or do they put you under first? This is your stop.
This is the place? Your hands.
- So, did you actually - White Girl? Yeah.
Ah, such loyalty.
This reminds me.
Give this back to Brother Love.
Tell him he has a friend at Fillmore-Graves.
Now.
Fly, papillon, you are free.
Hey, baldie, I want a refund on those brains you sold me before I come back there and rip your head off! I'm sorry, what was that you were saying? Nothing, never mind.
No, no, no, come back, I wanna know, I mean as a business man concerned about my product.
I bought these brains.
Old married couple.
I know the ones.
Thought it'd be fun with my fiancee, it worked for a couple of days.
The next thing I know, she's reliving the memory of a freakin' car crash! It said so on the menu.
Fifty happy years, died together in car crash.
The menu didn't say the wife caused the accident.
- What? - Yeah.
She got so fed up with her husband's singing, that she grabbed the wheel and steered them into a semi.
Now everything I do drives my fiancee nuts.
Ha.
Good to know.
'Cause I wear a silly grin The moment you come into view Chances are you think that I'm in love with you I have to say, I do think it would've been better if Jeff had shot Tammy.
I don't know, I think it's romantic.
Romero and Juliet.
You know what I have a hankering for? I know what I have a hankering for.
Oh, you I spotted that hot sauce that I love down in the basement.
Would you be a lamb and fetch it for me? Your wish is my command.
I'm sorry to disturb you, but the little lady has her heart set on hot sauce.
Women.
I'm just teasing, Tammy.
But if it's hot sauce my Olivia wants, it's hot sauce she'll get.
Whoops, here we go, let's hope this will earn me a couple of brownie points.
Olivia? - What are you - I'm sorry, darling.
I really hate your singing and there's a big part of me that isn't keen on being kidnapped.
Now, Olivia, you know that I I cannot let someone die for my crimes.
Don't do this.
Who am I if I don't? You'll still be you.
- You'll be alive.
- Darling, sometimes I think you don't understand me at all.
But I would really appreciate it if you'd tell me where you hid the car keys.
- No.
- Hmm.
Then that's that.
Sweetheart, now really, you're not just gonna leave me down here.
Oh, I most certainly am.
But I will send someone back for you.
Olivia, wait! This could be the last time we see each other.
Well that is very sad, isn't it? I'm afraid your time is up.
I was hoping I could make arrangements to see my fiancee.
Sure, no problem.
You just tell me where Renegade is.
I'll trade you.
And so it goes.
Commander! Renegade's here.
Step forward.
You wanted Renegade? You got him.
Cheese balls.
Yeah? You got any better ideas? Liv? Please let me out, I'm sorry.
Sorry is not gonna cut it.
Thought I smelled a rat down here.
Look at Major Lillywhite now.
They put you in here for ass kissing? First time seeing rotters in the flesh.
Less drool than in the movies.
Give me those tubes.
I'd rather not.
You remember Monty Hall? - Let's Make a Deal? - You know, I don't believe I've ever missed an episode.
Then you know how this works, I've got six bullets here and you can buy my bullets for one brain tube each.
And that'll be one less bullet I put in you.
Young man, if I'm going to die.
I'd rather die knowing you starved.
Who said anything about you dying? Got five more to go, pretty boy.
What's that, laddie, you wanna play, too? Give me the tubes, Major.
Huh? Who's there? Sorry about your husband, dear.
Look.
You want my keys, they're yours, all right? Just let me out.
"Fix my drinks.
" "Do my dishes, rescue me.
" Trying taking care of yourself for once, darling.
Wait, Olivia.
No.
Any word from Liv? I'm distracting myself with a little experiment.
Oh, good, I'm getting a full Ravi.
I ate a brain tube as soon as that kid confessed to the murder, then deleted a couple of hundred photos from my Instagram account.
- Good call.
- Yeah.
- What's this? - Not "What's this"? Who is this? This here is nobody, uh, control brain, but this This is White Girl's brain.
When she was cured, dormant cells in her brain were revitalized, thanks to glycoproteins produced by reinvigorated antigens.
- Uh-huh.
- And this brain belongs to Isobel.
The only person we found who is completely immune to the zombie virus.
Someone is immune? It's a story for another day.
My theory is that Isobel's unique brain, given a little motivation from an electrical current, may just secrete traces of glycoproteins identical to those produced by the cured brain.
- Meaning? - Well, I'd be able to extract some of that chemical and could potentially manufacture a vaccine.
Huh, well, keep me posted on Liv.
And your experiment.
I'm meeting Michelle for dinner.
What, uh You're gonna miss the best part.
What's this? Hey, can I make a suggestion? Yeah? Meet your girlfriend somewhere where you're not rubbing Dale's nose in it.
You know, Dale is seeing someone, too.
And not that it's your business, but she was the one who broke things off.
Oh, no, she did it for you, man.
She saw the tape.
Your dash cam, the one where Liv was beating that perp with the fish? She heard you talking about how much you wanted children.
She wanted you to get what you wanted.
She loved you, so she set you free.
So don't be a dick to her.
Quit rubbing this in her face.
Liv, what are you doing A Fillmore-Graves soldier is locked in the basement of a farm house in Cottage Grove, Oregon.
I'll give you the address.
Curtis.
They let you go.
- Why? - We figured they would execute you.
They? Who? They strapped me to the guillotine and then I heard Renegade surrendered.
Then Chase let me go.
But if it's not you, then Levon.
It appears my hypothesis wasn't quite correct.
Isobel's brain certainly produced a chemical but it's makeup is unlike that present in our cured brain.
In fact, I've never seen anything like this particular glycoprotein.
But an antigen's an antigen.
Which could mean it will prove effective against zombieism.
Phase two will involve my furry friends.
Subject A, a normal rat will be served a dose of Isobel's brain.
I will then inject subject A with the zombie virus.
To test if the ingested chemical has rendered any signs of immunization, subject B, a zombie rat will serve as my single subject control.
Cross your claws, little ones.
Let's do Isobel proud.
Ha.
From rapture to serenity.
Infinity and beyond.
Have to ask, Dad.
You given any more thought to sending them out of Seattle? Think of them as missionaries converting humans to zombieism.
I asked for a sign, son.
As I said I would.
He will make it clear and undeniable.
I confess I sometimes heard his voice more clearly, in the well.
Is that It's snowing brains.
You're right.
Now that, my son, is a sign.
I hear you, Lord! I hear you and I obey! Hallelujah.
Yo, why are we doing this? Because boss man down there is a friggin' genius, that's why.
I'm late for drinks.
Yeah, you'll be missing those.
I love you.
And a good day to you, sir.
I'm willing to be a zombie to be with you.
I'm willing to do anything.
Clive, stop.
I know you heard what I said about wanting kids.
I understand why you broke up with me.
And I love you for it.
But I realize now that the most important thing to me, what I want the most is to be with you.
So now you don't want kids? I want you more.
You are the non-negotiable.
There's no version of life without you that I want.
Will you marry me? Yes.
Yes.
I told her you were busy, sir, but she insisted.
Liv Moore, the pleasure as always is mine.
What can I do for you? - I'm here to surrender.
- You did that once, and seemed to regret it.
I am Renegade.
Easy, Spartacus, we've already got the guy.
I run the operation.
I'm the only one who scratched any humans.
Yes, Commander Grave? Have our friend Mr.
Patch brought in from holding.
Right away, sir.
Do you need me to prove it to you? Hoover.
Spano.
Kelban.
Those are soldiers stationed in your border patrol who are all on the take.
You could've gotten those names from your good pal, Lillywhite.
What about the shipyard heist? That was me.
I scratched Curtis Lim in your safe house on Astor, do I need to keep going? If what you're saying is true, you're guilty of increasing the zombie population and putting countless lives in jeopardy.
Liv.
No, no, no, don't listen to her, I'm Renegade, she is just trying to protect me.
I promised to make a trade upon Renegade's surrender.
Looks like I've got her.
He's free to go.
Please, don't Don't execute her.
Put her in a freezer, please.
I love her.
Don't kill her, kill me instead, I am begging you.
You two are alike, you're both doing what you think is right for zombies, don't kill her for that.
Levon.
Don't move! Come near me, I will blow his head off.
What are you doing? Getting us out of here, come on.
You won't make it through the lobby.
Hey, hey, hey.
See, not even out of the office.
Love is a many-splendored thing.
Now you two can be executed together.
You'll be Ms.
Moore's opening act.
Yeah, it's late.
And I'm still here.
All my loved ones have abandoned me and all I have is you.
Dear God.
The single subject control is no longer a zombie rat.
It appears the antigens produced by Isobel's brain isn't a vaccine.
It's a cure.