Oh, please don't be a grosser-than-normal death
that ruins my memory of the most incredible,
romantic meal of my life.
-[Liv] You brought Peyton to Le Dome? -[Ravi] Mmm.
On your salary?
So worth dropping premium cable. The remoulade...
[chef's kiss]
[speaks French]
Chef's a genius. So I searched the AKA database
for that Utopium chemist Major told us about.
From the surveillance tape?
-Beanpole Bob? -Not a single hit.
Several variations of "Mike the Pole, Joe the Pole, so-and-so the Pole,"
all miscreants of Polish descent.
Ooh, one "Beanpole Jim," inept cat burglar,
he perished in an AC duct.
Zero "Beanpole Bobs."
"Beanpole Bob."
Sounds like the Little Rascal that ended up on the cutting room floor.
[camera clicking]
Eleanor Hickmott, Head Chef.
Best guess, suffocation.
So much for the remoulade.
At least it's not a gross one.
More like somebody wanted her "to go."
He gets it.
[opening theme music playing]
What's stumping me is that her arms and hands were free when she died,
but I didn't see signs of struggle, which just doesn't seem--
Are you the detective?
I am. And you are?
Saul Manero, I own the place.
Any leads on my missing brains? We open in four hours.
You're missing brains?
Twelve in the freezer yesterday, this morning, zip.
Oh, we're mostly focused on, you know, the murder,
-but noted. -[sighs]
Is there anyone you can think of who might've wished her harm?
Anyone? Try everyone.
She was an unrelenting perfectionist.
She fired people for existing wrong.
Who didn't fantasize about offing that lady? Total nightmare.
-So, did you fantasize about-- -Oh, yeah.
Not like that, though, more a machete thing.
Oh. She must've been an amazing chef.
A genius.
But also a monster.
It happens, you know.
Edison electrocuted puppies.
[Liv] Wow. Fun fact.
Are your personnel files up to date?
I'd like to get the files of everyone Ms. Hickmott fired.
Ooh. Wait here.
[scoffs] I want to remember you like this, Liv.
-[sighs] -Pre-total nightmare.
Yeah. Oh, hey,
you ever come across a Beanpole Bob back in Vice?
Utopium cook for Mr. Boss?
Ravi thinks that if he can lead us to tainted Utopium,
CDC has equipment that could analyze it.
We could copy it, basically open a zombie cure factory.
Beanpole Bob? It's not ringing any bells.
[Saul] So,
you're gonna eat chef's brain, right? That's how it works?
Yeah. That's, uh... That's what I do.
Her remoulade.
She never wrote anything down.
Try it. Call me the second the recipe comes to you.
It doesn't quite work like that.
Liv, for God's sakes. Take the remoulade!
Okay.
[bossa nova music playing]
Mmm.
[Saxon on computer] There's no room for discussion, Dr. Chakrabarti.
The CDC will no longer partner with you.
You lied about Freylich Syndrome brains when you knew they were a cure.
Do you understand the danger those kids are in now?
They will be hunted.
-I think you're being a bit overdramatic. -[Ravi scoffs]
Come live in Seattle for a while, and see if you feel the same.
Goodbye, Doctor.
Wha...
"I said good-day, sir!" Grumble, grumble. [laughs awkwardly]
-This is unreal. -[Charli sighs]
I might be able to get you a list of names,
everybody with Freylich Syndrome around the country.
Really?
Saxon's a soulless machine. [sighs]
I mean, I needed to come in late for a family emergency last week,
and he told me that at the CDC,
we don't get to have the luxury of personal emergencies.
Uh, what was the emergency? Sorry. That's none of my business.
Just some stuff with my mom.
If there's anything I can do...
Actually, Ravi,
there might be.
This explains why she didn't fight back while being methodically plastic-wrapped.
Hematoma, evidence of concussion.
She was conked on the head, then wrapped up,
sometime around 1:00 a.m.
Conked with what?
Based on the bruise,
something about the width of a French bread.
We don't need to have a motif here.
You asked.
Fine. We'll keep our eyes peeled
-for menacing bread. -Hmm.
Hmm... Garlic, paprika, horseradish...
What, is it "Gawk Like a Moron" Day?
Somebody write this down!
Insult me all you want,
as long as you save me some of that remoulade.
Enjoy.
I'm gonna go grab some Hellfire Puffs. You guys?
-We're good. -All right.
[sighs]
Man, have you ever seen that guy eat anything green?
[scoffs] One day he's just gonna drop dead.
Now you see him, now you--
-[gunshot] -[groans]
I polish these boots anymore, I'm gonna strip the leather.
Well, somebody oughta remind Justin
he just ordered an inspection two days ago.
-[door creaking] -[indistinct radio chatter]
[pin clinking]
Look out!
[explosion]
-[silenced gunshots] -[FG soldiers groaning]
Seriously? Okay. So, let me get this straight.
First you kidnap me and turn me into a zombie.
And now you want me to do Fillmore Graves a favor?
I want you to do the people of Seattle,
zombies and humans, a favor.
Look, I'm talking self-preservation here.
Your dad wants to see you--
General Mills and I
haven't been on speaking terms for a long time.
He's not particularly open-minded.
He's going to be here with a contingent from the US government.
The man holds sway at the Pentagon.
It's in our best interest not to piss him off.
[door opens]
Commander, Captain Bell just called from lockdown.
Something about a break-in. Then the line went dead.
[humming]
[breathing heavily]
[FG soldier] Look out! Behind you!
-[silenced gunshots] -[FG soldier screams]
[chain-link fence rattling]
[breathing heavily]
[man] Hey, get him!
[men shouting indistinctly]
[panting]
[Hobbs] It was quick and well-planned.
The intruders killed two outside, four in the break room.
-Why weren't they at their posts? -Don't know.
They took eight prisoners from the deep freeze.
All known Chase Graves loyalists, Enzo included.
-Oh, and, uh, Peters is missing. -Peters?
He was posted at the entrance.
He must've been their inside source. They had to have one.
Where's Justin?
[indistinct radio chatter]
[cell phone ringing in distance]
[ringing continues]
[groans]
[Clive] Okay, look alive, people.
I've got a mugging-turned-deadly outside of a hockey rink,
just need someone to follow up with the Zamboni driver who witnessed it.
Cavanaugh, think you can handle that?
Oh, sorry, sir, I was just lost in the luster
-of your warm, brown eyes. -[all chuckling]
[Clive] It's still my wife's office.
If she's got a thing for my lustrous brown eyes, well...
Who can blame her?
-Okay. The Fleet Street Stabber-- -[knocking on door]
Heard you guys could use help.
Uh, Michelle? What, uh...
You didn't get the paperwork?
[clears throat] This is the Lieutenant inbox.
They put that kind of information in there.
I'm supposed to fill in for Detective Babineaux
for the next few weeks.
Apparently, they kicked him upstairs. You got a case for me?
I'll take the Fleet Street Stabber
-if no one else-- -Oh... [stammering]
Actually, Cavanaugh is rolling with that.
-He is? -Yeah, you are.
Michelle, we need a statement from the Zamboni driver
at the Seattle Sockeyes' practice rink.
I'll give it my best, Detective.
All right, then. Go solve some murders.
Are you gonna be weird about this?
What? Weird?
[sighs] Not at all.
It's...
not weird.
Okay, then.
[tapping on window]
[gags]
Dear God! Did someone run this through cat litter?
[sighs]
[Clive] So, Jerry, I see on your Le Dome application that you--
Misspelled "communication skills."
What is this font called? "Rube"?
...were previously a line cook.
And yet you took a dishwasher job at Le Dome?
I was a cook at the Fly Wheel.
[scoffs] What did that involve, opening a can?
More or less.
I decided it'd be better to work my way up at Le Dome
than stay a line cook
-at the Fly Wheel, where-- -[knocking on door]
Jenkins, what are you doing?
[sniffing]
Tolerable.
Wet the filter next time.
Oh, brother.
So,
the owner says that, as dishwasher,
you're usually the last one to leave the restaurant.
Most of the time. But Chef was still in her office
when I left the night she was killed.
Did you check on her?
No. But I could hear her yelling.
Really burying the lede here, Jerry.
Sounded like she was fighting with Herb.
That's...
-Herbert Cassel, head waiter? -Yeah.
Could you tell what it was about?
No. Just angry shouting.
I thought it was a robbery thing.
Word is someone stole our brain supply.
Could 12 brains really be a motive for murder?
Twelve brains. About two pounds, 14 ounces each.
-Street value-- -Last I heard,
about $650 a kilo, so...
15.65 kilos in 34.5 pounds.
Then 15.65 times 650.
So, $10,173.
Ten grand.
We've seen people kill for less.
But still, we should talk to this waiter.
No kidding.
What caveman taught you penmanship?
Uh, excuse me?
Charli?
God. Did that bitch really not tell you she had a twin?
Oh, uh...
[stammering] Charli just asked for help getting her sister Lila a message.
And yet, she's the smart one.
The one that doesn't realize saying "twin" is the same as saying "sister"
but with more information.
Unless the twin is a brother.
Uh, look, um, my boss gave me your card.
"Ravi Chakrabarti. Medical examiner."
My number is on there. I thought you'd call, and I could--
Yeah. Given the choice of calling some dude on the phone,
and going to meet him at a morgue,
I'm picking morgue.
Right. What better place to have a snog with your boyfriend.
He's not my boyfriend.
I met him at an open mic last night.
He's just here because I'm not gonna go meet some strange guy by myself
like a lunatic.
Cool.
You know I've got to see one, right?
I mean, I can't come to a morgue and not see a dead body. What's the point?
Uh, well, I guess the point is, as I mentioned in the note,
your sister is eager to speak to you.
She's been trying to track you down for months.
-Whoa. -Oh...
So perhaps we could just video chat with Charli now?
Hey, Ravi.
Hello, uh...
There's someone here to see you.
What's up?
Lila!
Wow. Ravi found you.
Hey, so, did you tell Mom you were the one to lose her ring?
Okay...
Lila, I've tried. But--
And you're still dead to me.
Okay. Bye-bye.
Piss off. Ciao.
-What, uh... Wait. What? -Let's go, Pete.
My name is Silvio.
Really? That's kind of hot.
So what's this about a ring?
It's this missing family heirloom. [sighs]
Mom thinks Lila lost it, because that's what Lila does.
Lila swears I lost it, but I know for a fact I never had it.
She needs me to be the bad sister at least once.
So maybe do that?
I've tried. I tell Mom I lost the ring,
and two minutes later she forgets and curses out Lila.
Yesterday, she called me crying because she couldn't find her cat
that died six years ago.
Alzheimer's?
That's what I wanted to tell Lila.
I'm so sorry.
I wanted her to reconnect with Mom while she was still Mom.
So, Herbert. It says here you found the body.
I did.
As head waiter, one of my duties
is to, uh, prep the waitstaff on the specials.
But the morning I found Chef, I get there,
and there is a pork loin and duck thawing on the counter...
with cabbage and warm beet salad.
[scoffs]
So I went into her office to get to the bottom of that,
and that's when I found her.
So the night before, you leave, and the dishwasher closes up?
That's the usual routine.
And the night before?
Yes. Like normal.
So why did the dishwasher tell us
that the last thing he heard before leaving was
you and the chef arguing in her office?
Oh, uh... [chuckles]
Right. Uh, that's true.
Uh, we were just discussing a few details--
Discussing? He heard you from the kitchen.
You're not being upfront with us here, Herbert.
About being the last to see her, about the tenor of your conversation.
Why is that?
Oh, I suppose I thought those details might make me seem guilty.
Lying definitely makes you seem guilty.
With all the brains missing, why aren't you looking at the zombies?
I mean, generally.
Chef de Cerveaux in particular?
-Chef de-- -The brain chef.
Jake. He hated Eleanor. He--
The pork loin!
The pork loin was the murder weapon!
Warm beet salad? Cabbage? Those go with duck.
What other reason
would there be for a pork loin to be thawing on the counter?
Knocked out by meat? Is that even possible?
If it was frozen, it'd be like swinging a club.
Ravi did say the murder weapon was French bread-sized.
I mean, do we DNA test the pork?
Actually, the pork loin was served.
With warm beet salad?
[scoffs] Were fries extra?
Did they come served in a box
-with a prize? -We did have one order sent back.
Ten years I've been head waiter at Le Dome.
This was the first time a customer has ever found a hair in their meal.
Chef de cerveaux, it's a ridiculous concept.
Brains. Hot sauce. Throw in bits of whatever
for the hell of it, and mix it up. It's not cuisine.
I'm not in a position to argue with that.
-I just want to ask the brain chef... -[cell phone ringing]
...some questions. One sec. Hello?
Do those spoons look right to you?
Do you even know spoons?
Because those are both soup spoons.
[scoffs]
[cutlery clattering]
So...
Michelle was out interviewing the Zamboni driver like I asked her to.
The Sockeyes were out on the ice.
-It's just, what are the odds? -What happened, Clive?
Player misfired a slap-shot, puck flew over the glass and hit Michelle.
She's in the hospital.
Hey.
Good thing you didn't give me the Fleet Street Stabber case.
I could've gotten seriously injured.
How're you feeling?
How's the baby?
The baby's fine.
On the other hand, I feel like I was hit by hard rubber
traveling at 100 miles per hour.
And embarrassed.
Please tell me they didn't call the station.
Actually...
When you were admitted, your OB/GYN's office called me.
I guess the hospital reached out to them.
They did?
Oh, oh... Oh, God...
They told me you put me down as the father of the baby,
and your "in case of emergency..."
The baby's not yours, Clive.
Or, at least the odds are against it.
We just had the one time.
Shane and I, well...
Well, let's just say it's 30 times more likely it's Shane's.
Well, why would you--
'Cause, well, look at you.
You're here.
You brought me snacks and flowers and crosswords.
Sudokus. But I'm happy to go back.
Of course you are.
And that's why I wrote your name in on that form.
You're the man women want as the father of their child.
Because in the worst-case situation, there's no doubt
that Clive Babineaux is gonna show up and be a rock.
I knew that even though you were someone else's husband.
Sorry.
Not sorry.
You lie!
[Eva] Olivia?
Mom?
What are you doing here?
Circumstance demanded it. I didn't think you worked this late.
How are you doing?
Is that rhetorical?
You haven't cared enough how I'm doing to return my calls, my letters...
Don't talk to me like that.
Like you're the aggrieved party here.
You left your brother to die without any kind of explanation.
Well, surely by now you've figured out why I did what I did.
-I would've turned him into a zombie. -[scoffs]
And that may seem almost normal now, but at the time, I wasn't sure that
-that was the best option. -You just walked away, Liv.
-You could've-- -Could've what?
Told you?
"Mom, I'm a zombie. I'm a walking corpse."
Your dead child didn't want to be the one
who killed your other child. And maybe I was wrong.
Maybe I would do it differently today.
But I have tried apologizing a thousand different ways.
And if you haven't found a way to forgive me, I'm done trying.
But I knew, Mom, I knew
that you could save him at the snap of your fingers.
I assume that's what you did.
-I saw Arthur at the hospital that day. -Arthur?
-Dr. Gorin? -Yeah.
Uncle Art.
Your best friend.
You two were so close. You thought Evan and I hadn't figured it out.
-But we did. -You lost me, Liv.
Stop!
Please. He's our dad. We know he's our dad.
We've known that for a long time.
Arthur is not your father.
Can't you stop lying?
What does it matter now?
You wanna know who your father really is?
You're just dying to know?
He was a junkie.
A lousy, lying drug addict. Feel better now?
He was out of the picture by the time you were born.
I heard he went into rehab,
joined Doctors Without Borders,
traveled the world.
When he was sober, he was a lovely, lovely man, brilliant.
Then he showed up back in Seattle.
Came to see me.
You. But I wouldn't let him see you until I was sure.
I thought he had changed.
He hadn't.
Where is he now?
The last time I saw him, he was...
[sighs] On Pioneer Square with a paper cup, begging for change.
What's his name?
Martin Roberts.
Don't look for him, Liv.
He'll only disappoint you.
Mom.
Tell Evan I miss him.
He's not interested.
-Give me that thing, man! -No!
So you'll head out to Lewiston.
We'll send Riley out with you, get her trained up.
-[boys yelling] -[video game beeping]
Liv, check this out.
[yelling continues]
Quiet! We're trying to save lives here.
Just keep it down.
[sighs]
They can't go outside, Liv.
They just get a bit stir-crazy.
I need off this brain.
Did you know Le Dome
is the only human-zombie restaurant to receive a Michelin star?
Nope.
Mornin', sunshine.
This is Liv Moore from the ME's office. And this is Jake Dryden,
the chef de chapeau.
The hat chef?
Close enough.
Jake was just telling me how he used to be the head chef at Le Dome
before contracting the zombie virus.
It's hard to prepare gourmet meals when your taste buds are shot.
Beethoven was deaf. Suck it up.
A dozen top-quality brains were stolen.
One staffer suggested zombie employees might be stealing brains.
There are three zombies currently employed at Le Dome,
you, Don the waiter, and Raymond the busboy.
Raymond and Don were out with a group of co-workers.
-Their alibi is airtight. -Mmm.
How do you get your brains?
-They're imported-- -Smuggled.
A distinction without a difference.
All of the brains feeding Seattle zombies are smuggled.
We prepaid for some of the top minds on the continent.
They're frozen within moments of death, then transported via--
Wait, wait. They're frozen?
So they're kept in a freezer?
Yes.
So if someone was caught stealing brains,
that pork loin would've been right within reach.
That supports the robbery theory.
[Jake] Okay. Listen... [clears throat]
I'm not sure I like where this is heading.
Next time you want to talk to me, I'll be bringing my lawyer.
You know what that lawyer's gonna tell you?
That you have no right to search me. You're not the cops--
[grunting] Hey! Hey!
-[exhales] -[door opens]
See something? Say something.
Chef caught an employee stealing brains.
Yeah?
He was taking them out by shrink-wrapping them around his torso.
I know I saw him in here.
[gasps]
Here he is. Darren Caulley.
He's got to be our guy.
If people had been at their posts, most of them would still be alive.
Any idea what drew them away?
Boredom?
I was afraid of that.
I kept trying to drill them, keep them sharp.
Where were you when you got shot?
There.
They must've thought they got me in the head.
You get a look at 'em?
Yeah. Not our guys.
I don't know who they were.
They were efficient, though.
They've had some training.
Best guess? Dead Enders.
They're getting bolder.
Dead Enders?
You know, they pulled eight of our most militant soldiers
out of the deep freeze.
-What purpose would Dead Enders-- -You asked for my opinion.
I asked if you saw them.
I know you don't want to think Peters could be involved.
You trained him, right?
He's a good guy.
Lousy soldier, though.
And capable of planning an operation like this?
Oh, God no.
[both chuckle]
[news anchor on TV] Unrest in the zombie community today
as yet another tanning salon
-was vandalized. -[hair dryer whirring]
-Owners of the zombie gathering... -I'm watching this.
[news anchor continues indistinctly]
Okay. What is it?
They're taking me outside the wall tomorrow.
Showing me the ropes.
That's good. Very good.
I don't see why humans and zombies can't live together.
Some of my best friends are zombies.
[sighs] Kumbaya, you schmuck.
There's no such thing as "improving human-zombie relations"
any more than you can "improve human/T-bone steak relations."
[chuckles] She gets it.
Now, I admire that woman.
Ms. Durkins sees things clearly.
She just happens to be on the wrong side.
We both know what's coming.
-And we both want our side to win. -[turns hair dryer off]
She'd probably make a good zombie.
[greeting in French]
So the guy you thought was your dad isn't your dad?
That's what she told me.
Heavy.
Yeah.
Hey, you wanna come by the Hub on Friday night?
I'm on evil chef brain,
and I might as well get some use of the brain's upside.
I've been making a mess over everything else.
Sounds fun.
I'll text you the time.
Duty calls. Bye.
Yeah, bye.
[Peters] Commander.
Peters.
We've been looking for you.
I need your help.
They'll kill me if they find me.
Who says I won't?
Six soldiers died the other night.
Best case, you're the deserter who abandoned his post.
Worst case, you're the traitor who helped orchestrate their deaths.
I'm neither of those things, sir.
But I know who the traitor is.
Who?
Captain Bell.
Your good buddy, Justin.
Talk.
I left my post.
Just to get a snack.
Now, I was gone maybe five minutes.
When I come back...
rest of my squad's dead.
There's four more dead in the break room.
I heard noises down the hall, toward the freezers.
When I turn the corner, I see them.
Heavily armed soldiers,
I've never seen them before.
And they're all just huddled together.
And they're just having a chat.
-Yeah? -With Captain Bell.
Now, he's bloody, but he's fine.
Just standing there, casual as can be.
-No. -Think about it.
No one was where they should've been. Why?
'Cause Captain Bell ordered an inspection.
People were polishing boots, making beds.
Commander,
he wanted them exactly where they were.
No. Somebody needs to be there. She can't be alone.
I know. That's why I pay you.
I'm gonna call you back. Stay. Bye.
-Lila. -So this British friend of yours
is kind of stalking me now.
So thanks for that.
-Yeah? -Yeah.
The dude's outside work when I get there.
He's out there when I leave.
He keeps texting me articles and YouTube videos and movie clips.
Have you ever seen the movie The Notebook, by the way?
Everybody's seen The Notebook.
I hadn't.
I was perfectly happy.
[tearfully] Now Ryan Gosling is ruined for me. See?
I almost just cried when I said his name.
[chuckles]
[Lila] The part...
when Rachel McAdams is an old lady,
and then she remembers him,
and they die together...
[sighs deeply]
You're a bastard.
I'm sorry to hear about Mom.
And I'm sorry that you're having to deal with everything.
I appreciate that.
Your boy says I can use his computer any time.
How's Tuesday, five o'clock?
My time or your time?
My time, of course.
Sounds good.
Look, I'm due in a meeting, but I'm really looking forward to Tuesday.
You mind telling Ravi "thank you" for me?
She says "thank you."
Bye, twin.
Well, someone is happy ugly crying in her office right now.
Ah.
How do you think she'll feel when you show up in person on Tuesday?
A brick will dislodge in her colon.
That's a vivid image.
Yeah. It's not going to be pretty.
I just got your text.
Why are we interviewing the brain thief here?
It's a funny story.
Unis show up to arrest this Darren Caulley, and he bolts.
They chase him, but it's Fat Talbert and Donut Joe,
so, of course, our perp is getting away,
he turns around, flips 'em the bird and... [laughing]
-Bus hits him. -Body cams?
Oh, yeah. We'll pick up popcorn on the way back to the station.
-It gets better. -It can't.
Oh, yeah. His apartment is full of stolen electronics.
It's like a whole lotta larder in there.
Man's having a bad day.
-Let's go make it worse. -Let's.
Murder? You gotta be kidding.
I'm a people person.
When am I supposed to have committed this murder?
Early Tuesday, say, 1:00 a.m.
You know where you were at that time?
Oh, yeah.
I was burgling.
They probably have me on video down at Electric Earl's.
I'm in a red, white and blue stocking cap.
All the loot's in my apartment. I'm sure the serial numbers will match.
Did you look at the busboy?
Or maybe it was, uh, the dishwasher?
She caught one of those guys scarfing down brains out of a bus tray.
[chuckles] I thought Eleanor was gonna rip out that cat's spine.
You realize this is an easy alibi to check.
Yeah. Do your thing.
I'm not going anywhere.
So, that's Peters? You got him?
Yeah, but he's in bad shape.
He ran from my squad right into Mikey Fuze's flamethrower.
-[Peters groaning] -Nearly melted his face off.
If we can get him stabilized before he dies,
he could have some interesting stories to tell us.
Why don't you get some rest? We'll take care of him here.
I'll let you know if he starts talking.
Yeah. Rest sounds good.
[classical music playing]
I'm sorry, ma'am. I'm afraid I have some bad news for you.
-The cÃ´te de boeuf you ordered... -Yes?
Yes, we are out of the brain bÃ©arnaise sauce that comes with.
That came with yoga instructor brain. That's the main reason that I came here.
I need off the brain I'm on. I need someone mellow.
Okay. Okay, I've been there.
That's not the only brain in the ocean. Or on our list.
Let's see here, um...
We're serving a big wave surfer.
Here's a good one. Professor of statistics.
Oh, no. This is the old list.
These brains got stolen a few nights ago.
Let me find you a current list.
You know what?
Some other time. I just solved a murder.
Twelve beats per minute.
All right, yes, I'm a zombie. What of it?
But you're not registered. You have no ID. Why is that?
I don't enjoy queuing up for brains.
Plus, it's safer to pass as human.
Hiding my identity does not mean I robbed the place.
Rob all the places you want.
-We solve homicides. -[Jerry scoffs]
I certainly didn't kill Chef.
A witness says Chef yelled at you for eating scraps at Le Dome.
Brain scraps.
She knew you were in the closet, didn't she?
[Clive] Isn't it true, Jerry,
that if a boat's got two masts, it's a yawl?
Or a ketch. It actually depends
on the position of the mast relative to the rudder post.
The Queen Anne Yacht Club's president was on the menu at Le Dome last week.
Last time we saw you, you told us how many kilos were in 34.5 pounds.
Can you remind us how much that is?
I...
[chuckles nervously] Well...
Huh.
You were so quick with the math last week.
Now, nothing?
That must be because he was on statistician brain.
Also on Le Dome's menu last week.
Where did you get those brains, Jerr?
Because those brains were stolen by the thief who killed Chef.
My mom and dad are both CHICS.
Eleanor found out I'm closeted and lorded it over me.
She made my life a living hell.
She caught me stealing brains the other night.
She was going to fire me, out me to my parents.
[voice breaking] I panicked, and I hit her with the first thing handy, and then--
The cling wrap?
Jerry Halloway,
you're under arrest for the murder of Eleanor Hickmott.
-[heart monitor beeping] -[indistinct radio chatter]
[Ames] Between me and you,
I'm not surprised about Peters.
Always thought there was somethin' off about that guy.
You hungry, Ames?
No, I'm good.
I'm starving.
Mind running to the commissary, picking me up a couple tubes?
Of course, sir.
[Hobbs] Maybe... Maybe Peters is a liar.
Don't lose faith.
Too late.
[sighs]
You really should've stayed gone, Peters.
You picked the wrong team, brother.
[gun cocks]
I'm thinking maybe you picked the wrong team, brother.
Look, Major.
I love you. I do.
I tried to support you, but you took it too far.
You were willing to sacrifice zombies for humans.
How could you be so naive? You, Liv...
There is no middle ground, Major. It's us or them.
It's time to pick sides.
You're a zombie. I recommend you get on board the team.
I picked a side.
Good humans, good zombies, side-by-side.
That's not a side!
That's blowing out a candle and making a wish!
I trusted you, Justin.
Cuff him.
[Justin] Everyone stay back!
I'm sorry, Major. You're a good guy, but the wrong guy for bad times.
You're soft,
you don't have the nerve to--
[groans]
[thuds]
Clean this up.
[Liv] Imagine wanting so badly not to disappoint your family
that you murder to keep an embarrassing secret.
I've been there, man.
Our parents screw us up.
If we're lucky,
sometimes they lift us up.
Most of the time, they end up doing a bit of both.
We can rebel, tell ourselves
we're nothing like the people who raised us...
-[screaming] -What... What are you doing? Hey!
-[screaming continues] -[Jesse] Stop! Stop it!
Get off me!
[indistinct chattering]
[Liv] And end up being exactly the person they raised us to be,
and never even realize it.
-Looks good. -Thank you.
-What do I take now? -Uh, the cauliflower, please. Thank you.
[Liv] I know I'm not a mom to these kids.
Okay...
-Oh, hey, Major. -[children] Oh, hey, Major.
[indistinct chattering]
[Major] Looks awesome.
[chattering continues]
[Liv] We might lose faith sometimes, but we can't give up on family.
[boy 1] This is the best gravy I've ever had.
[boy 2] The best?
[Liv] It might be the most important thing we've got.
[zombies snarling]
So, he just shot him?
Just like that?
Executed him on the spot.
That doesn't sound like the weakling you've described.
-No, it does not. -No matter.
There's nothing he can do
-to interfere with our-- -[door buzzes]
Who is that?
I'll get rid of whoever it is.
[snarling continues]
Martin Roberts?
Yes?
My name is Olivia Moore. I'm your daughter.
[closing theme music playing]