[sighs]
[Dusty] You like root beer?
Not really.
'Cause I think we got some root beer.
We got some Hellfire Cheezy Puffs behind the counter.
-Interested? -No, thanks. Just... Just this.
It was a trick question, anyway.
I don't sell hellfire nothing.
Screw 'em. Know what I mean? Zombies.
[woman] How do you know I'm not a zombie?
[Dusty] Uh... [chuckles]
'Cause you ain't sucking my brain out of its skull like I'm a damn oyster.
[woman] The night's young.
[both laugh]
[Dusty] You almost had me there. "The night's young."
I was almost buying it.
But zombies don't come in here.
-They know what's good for 'em. -[woman] What makes you say that?
Fillmore Graves makes us stock self-tanning lotion,
and we ain't sold a one of 'em.
Zombies know they ain't welcome here!
This here homey don't play!
Time's nearly up for zombies.
That I can tell you.
We ain't gonna keep letting ourselves be hostages.
That's for damn sure.
What's the hurry?
Ain't no place to go.
All of us is stuck in these 15 square miles.
[doorbell chimes]
Zombie bitch.
[opening theme music playing]
[Liv] Sad. The last portion of brains in the morgue, if not all of Seattle.
Thumb-Breaker Barnes.
I spent five days with you in my head, and now that you're gone,
I'd rather you stay gone.
You were an unpleasant man, with an unpleasant job.
You dangled an old lady off her balcony, because she what?
Disrespected you?
Ever heard of anger management?
Maybe you should've tried soothing whale sounds.
But I'm spoiled.
I rarely have to choke down brain tubes like every other zombie in the city.
Wine.
Liv! Liv! It's happening!
I should've known last night
when I was more interested in eating the pizza guy
than the pizza itself.
My monthlies!
Thank you, Great Zombie in the sky. I am forever your humble servant.
That was mine.
I take it all back.
Whoever this was... Delicious.
It was Thumb-Breaker Barnes.
Oh...
Hmm...
Who looks good?
Oh, yeah.
[classical music playing]
I'm going for a swim.
Don't be here when I get back.
Actually... Marathoner brain. Come back tonight, say, 10:00?
Bring a friend.
No fatties.
[Don E] Get this through your head.
Blaine is King Kong,
and the rest of us are merely Skull Island natives.
Don't ask why.
Just go tell the girls that Two-fer Tuesdays is a real thing,
decreed by the mighty Kong.
Remember, Don E.
'Twas beauty killed the beast.
[chuckles] Yeah? Well, there are worse ways to go.
-Everything okay? -Actually--
Actually, things are better than okay.
They're the hunky-doriest. Candy was just leaving.
[exhales]
-We've got problems. -So we're more like hunky-dory adjacent?
It's a train wreck. That video, man. That video is killing us.
-What video? -Where've you been the past 48 hours?
Um...
Did you talk to those lawyers I texted you about?
Were they from the firm of Young and Willing?
Come here. We've got company.
What video, Don E?
Convenience store surveillance cam
caught a couple zombies ripping apart some lady
who had the bad sense to bump into their hooptie.
And what's that got to do with us?
Turns out, humans don't like seeing men of a certain...
"complexion" chowing down on nice human ladies. Who knew?
So humans are gathering their pitchforks and their torches?
I mean, you know how they get.
It's six humans in particular who should concern us.
It's the six border patrol agents
who we pay to look the other way
when we're smuggling brains through the south channel.
I guess they used to think that zombies were essentially decent.
Some are.
Well, now that they've seen one of their own women-folk
put through a debraining process,
we can't pay them enough to ignore it.
So who's here?
Think of all the people in the world you'd enjoy seeing.
It's none of them.
They're petitioning me to let two humans out of the city for a dance contest?
Mmm. "Dance of a Lifetime."
No.
I'm not letting humans out to dance.
Producers say they'll give us a one-minute commercial spot in each episode.
To advertise what?
Our tourism's way down.
-[door opens] -[Blaine] Commander!
Welcome, welcome.
Blaine.
It's been too long, old friend.
I really do hope this is a social call.
Sadly, no.
I got a call from the brain plant this morning with some disturbing news.
They told you that?
That we live in a quarantined city
teetering between self-destruction and annihilation?
We delivered 1,200 fewer brains this week.
Yeah.
Annihilation may come sooner than any of us would like
if that trend line continues.
You're responsible for brains making it to the city.
It's how you live like a king.
It's why people are willing to pretend that you're Jack Sparrow,
and not Jack the Ripper.
[clears throat]
Sounds like you got a PR problem.
You should arrest a couple of zombies.
Say they did it. Smash their heads.
Humans sleep easy at night knowing we live in a just society.
And border patrol agents remember they like money.
-[snapping fingers] -Bing. Bang. Bing. Bong.
All our problems are solved.
We don't smash heads anymore.
Oh, yeah.
How is that hopey-changey thing working out for you?
Stay in your lane, Blaine.
Make a new plan, man.
Hop on the bus--
Commander, you might not like the way I problem solve.
I'm not known for my light touch.
You got a good thing going.
I suggest you do nothing to screw it up.
It's always my first choice.
Then I'll leave you to it.
I don't know why they expect you to come riding to the rescue.
-Well, I'll tell you, Don E. -Please don't.
People ask me how I've done it,
turned my life around.
Outlaw... Hero...
But aren't those just two sides of the same coin?
They have at least one thing in common,
the need for a trusty steed.
Skip it before I puke.
Can't. They make you watch the commercial first.
-Ah. [grunts] -Oh!
Oh, uh, Thumb-Breaker Barnes' brain.
[Blaine] Margo Ball Motors,
where heroes find their steeds.
-Are you a baller? -Be calm.
Carry on. Here's what we came to see.
-I've seen it. -Well, watch it again.
We need all hands on deck on this one.
This murder could bring down the city.
-This is coming straight from... -[door opens]
Speak of the devil.
Good. You're watching it.
[sighs]
Your hair.
Where is it?
By now, I assume it's been swept up
and is in a dumpster behind the salon.
I love it.
Well, we didn't discuss that, now, did we?
Uh, Peyton. Thumb-Breaker Barnes' brain.
Well, won't this be fun.
Yeah.
Consider this group a task force.
We need to find out who murdered this poor woman.
We should probably also figure out who this poor woman is.
It's a powder keg out there, as I'm sure you've all noticed.
People need to see that we can solve this
and bring these two zombies to justice,
or there are some humans out there, and not just our Dead Ender friends,
who might decide it's game on.
Clive. You and Liv get out to the gas station where it happened,
see what you can find.
Cavanaugh and I will work the lowrider angle.
Let's get to work.
Oh, Ravi, a word?
Yeah.
[Dale] Clive?
A word?
Something I could help you with, ma'am?
[sighs]
Yeah. There is, Detective.
While you're out there fighting crime...
Yes?
...can you find me some chocolate?
Honey, that is no easy mission. Not in this--
Some salted caramel dark chocolate.
[Dusty] Slim pickings, huh?
You don't have any salted caramel dark chocolate, do you?
With or without almonds?
Oh, sorry. No, man. No fancy chocolate.
Fresh outta jet packs and submarines, too.
Clive Babineaux. Seattle PD.
Do you mind showing me the original footage
of the murder your cameras captured?
Oh, yeah. Of course. Just back there.
Thank you.
[Dusty] Just point and click. Just pick your date and time.
It's pretty self-explanatory.
Clive.
There's blood all over the pavement.
We got samples.
You! Get outta here! Go on now!
[shouts] Hey!
That animated meat is gonna get us all killed.
Now aren't you the lucky little man, mmm?
Lucky 'cause you're face-to-face with me
instead of her.
I should've given you a go at Renegade with that stick.
-Mmm. -Ravi, I'm okay.
[Clive] You made your point.
Come on, I found something.
All right.
The surveillance video cuts in later.
But if we rewind a couple of seconds...
[Liv] The victim is on her phone.
So we check the nearest cell phone tower, see who was pinging it at... 12:38.
-See who we can't track down. -And that's our victim.
Yeah.
I should ask Hobbs to do this.
Hobbs likes telling people no.
You brought this on yourself.
Chase Graves didn't let people leave the city.
A-ha! But Chase Graves had no interest in being popular,
whereas being popular is what I live for.
Commander?
Jordan! Come in!
-Thought you might want to see this. -What is it?
A deck of cards.
We raided Warmbloods, that human bar on 3rd.
-I know the one. -People were playing poker with these.
Ah!
Well, if they're playing cards, they're not making IEDs.
Hey! You're the ace of spades.
The Saddam spot.
Yuck it up, Uday.
What are these?
Applications to leave Seattle.
Oh, what about this lady?
Cynthia Rybnicki.
Says here, she was visiting Seattle when the wall went up.
Her husband and kid are in Chicago.
Does she require medical assistance only available outside of Seattle?
No.
That's why it's in the reject pile.
Man, your job sucks.
Now you're just feeding his self-pity.
No. Seriously. I can't think of anything worse.
Father of four in Cincinnati. Early onset Alzheimer's.
Or this lady who suffers from cluster headaches,
and if Renegade doesn't get her to Seattle to be a zombie,
she is moving to Oregon to "go out on her own terms."
Liv?
Are you okay?
We've gotta go get this kid.
Astrocytomas. Inoperable.
If it was just a brain tumor, well, whatever,
but I'm in my fourth foster home.
And each one gets worse.
Phil is a pervert
and Sandy is an enabler.
I'm gonna stab him if he ever touches me again.
I can make it to Sacramento if someone could meet me there.
Well, what are you waiting for?
[beeping]
Hey, Baron.
This credit card has about $200 left on it.
Don't go crazy.
You got any papers for me?
-Papers? -Travel docs for the kid I'm bringing in?
You know, the ones that keep us from getting lined up and shot?
Whatever. She's here.
[Baron] Renegade!
You're looking fine.
Baron, you are looking... the part.
You gonna brief me, or what?
[cameraman] In three, two... [whispers] One.
Good morning, and welcome to Frostbites. I'm your host, Johnny Frost.
Joining me this morning to discuss the state of affairs
in the city with balls behind the walls
is Peyton Charles, Seattle's de facto mayor.
-I'm not the mayor. -Acting mayor...
Closer. I'm the chief of staff to former mayor Floyd Baracus.
May he rest in peace.
In any case, you look ravishing as usual.
-Oh, careful, mate. -Also with us
is Seattle's numero uno CHIC
and local business owner, Dolly Durkins.
Today, we'll be discussing how to improve human-zombie relations.
There's no such thing as "improving human-zombie relations"
any more than you can improve "human-T-bone steak relations,"
or "Bugs Bunny-carrot" relations.
The clock...
The clock is ticking.
-Lovely. -Yep.
Dr. Grassly raved about you,
said we'd be lucky to have you on the team.
Yeah, Jerry's a good dude.
"Dr. Collier's a real life Good Will Hunting," he said.
Said you weren't even enrolled in his class. You just showed up.
[chuckles] I was enrolled at Johns Hopkins, though.
It wasn't like I was polishing the floors.
Jerry said you turned in work
way beyond the capabilities of all those privileged kids.
I'm from Chappaqua.
My parents are both doctors.
-Hmm. -Tell me about Dr. Chakrabarti.
I heard that, when he worked here, years before Seattle happened,
he wrote a paper about the potential for a zombie outbreak.
-He did, indeed. -How was it received?
We fired him.
Huh.
But to Dr. Chakrabarti's credit,
he has been nothing but gracious in the wake of the outbreak.
He's sending us all of his research.
We're sending him everything we get.
You'll be working closer to him than anyone on our team.
That's why I wanted this job.
I'm a fan.
[Peyton on TV] You're suggesting that Seattle's half a million humans
preemptively slaughter the city's zombies which we outnumber 50-1.
Stop! They're already dead.
I wouldn't send my kids to school with vampires and werewolves, either.
-You can call that bigotry... -[man] Did you order a sub?
...I call it sanity.
-In here. -I'm a business owner,
and it is my job to take the facts that I have...
Whoa! The morgue.
This is where you keep all the murdered people, huh?
By definition, innit?
Just put it there.
[man] Order for Shark Body?
Chakrabarti.
Shark Body. Strange name.
Is that a nickname? You got a dorsal fin back there?
Oi, mate. I'm watching.
[Skype call ringing]
You got a call there.
There he is!
-The man who did more with 30-- -Who's that, then?
Dr. Chakrabarti, meet your new liaison, Dr. Collier.
I'll let you two talk shop.
Dr. Collier has already gone over your research,
and I know she's got questions.
Dr. Chakrabarti, it is an--
Oi! Mate! Meatball!
My sub was a meatball, you nonce! What's this mess of veggies!
Oi!
Dr. DeBeardo.
Where's your better half?
Not now, Blaine. I've had a bit of a late one.
I'm feeling a bit ropey.
The man asked you a question.
[Ravi growls]
And I ignored it.
Blaine, you wanna call off your lady friend?
I'm not gonna buy you a new one if this one gets broken.
And what's this?
Is she crying?
What's the matter?
Somebody must've minced that bucket of fish guts you call a face
creating scarring near the drainage system
thereby disrupting the normal flow of tears through your ducts.
Or is you just a muppet?
-First one. -Hmm.
Maybe she's upstairs?
Could be.
Crybaby.
Let's go.
That's right. Go on.
All right.
Maybe I caught you at a bad time.
-They're having a laugh. -[Charli] Okay, um...
So, I spotted something in your research that...
I thought...
...us versus them, then you've been seduced by zombies.
If anyone is doing any seducing, it's Ms. Charles.
I love this new cut on you.
Right!
Enough.
Uh, Dr. Chakrabarti?
-This is Liv Moore... -Zero...
-...from the Seattle Police Department. -...six, eight, one.
-Please give me a call at this number... -That matches what I've got.
-...when you get this message. -Thank you so much for your time.
-[Liv] Thank you. -Bye now.
Okay.
Only 19 left on my list.
I'm down to 15.
Seventy-two people were pinging the cell phone tower at 12:38 that night.
One of these people must be our victim.
[sucks teeth]
Mr. DeBeers.
To what do we owe the emotions we are currently experiencing?
Good karma? Lady Luck?
What do you want, Blaine?
I'm so glad you asked... Renegade!
Look, I wanna keep my hands clean.
It's taken me so long to get them this way,
and if you don't hurry up and catch whoever's responsible
for pulverizing the sweet lady on the gas station video,
I'm afraid they might get dirty again.
Nobody wants that.
Not you. Not me.
Not my corporate sponsors.
So, you see this?
This is ten grand.
To me, this is nothing.
If I take a nap and wake up, another one appears.
But you two...
On your meager civil servant wages,
this must be like a... A lot. Right?
I'm sorry. Are you offering us a bribe?
A bribe?
What?
Can't a citizen offer a reward
for the capture of a couple of no-goodniks? Huh?
You have 48 hours. Then it's Blaine time.
Who had six months
in the "Blaine begins to speak in third person" pool?
Zombies are going hungry because of this video,
and that makes me sad.
And I'm delivering fewer brains to Major,
which makes me less wealthy, and that makes me sadder.
-Go. -Forty-eight hours.
Blaine. You forgot this.
Whoops!
Sorry. I leave these everywhere. Where's my head?
[Peyton] ...reforms instituted by Commander Lillywhite.
No separate justice system for zombies, no curfew,
a system of review that allows humans
in life-or-death situations to leave the city.
-Plus, he's done away with the guillotine. -Bring the guillotine back!
It lets the zombies know that there were consequences for breaking the law.
Need I remind you about that innocent woman
that was dragged into the back of a car by zombies and torn apart!
-We all saw that, okay? -Get that finger out of my face.
Ladies, ladies. I'm sorry, but that's all the time we...
We have.
[clears throat] Don't look now,
there's something in your pantry that could kill you.
We'll tell you what it is right after this break.
Red kicks. There you are.
How you feeling, kid?
-Crappy. -Well, that's why I'm here.
Everything we told you to bring's in that backpack, yeah?
-Yeah. -Good.
'Cause we're gonna need it when we cross the Washington border.
Whoa! There's lots of benches around here, folks. Move along.
They're coming with us.
[chuckles] Like hell they are.
We're gonna make it to Seattle with or without you.
Oh, you most definitely are not going to make it without me.
Well, I guess you got a decision to make.
There are some things worse than dying.
Going back to our foster home is one of them.
You don't know what it's like--
I know what foster homes are like, man. Trust me.
No. I've only got one ID for you.
If we get stopped in Washington, we're screwed.
We're screwed if we stay here.
Are we gonna talk or are we gonna put some miles behind us?
Oh... [chuckles]
[sighs]
I'm gonna regret this. I know it.
Geezer had his hands all over you, though, didn't he?
Yeah? Your legs, your hair.
He was trying to get you preggers right in front of all of Seattle.
Hello?
[cell phone beeps]
[Skype call ringing]
Dr. Chakrabarti, hope I haven't caught you at a bad time, again.
I came across something I wanted to share with you.
Furry muff.
Uh...
Okay. You seemed a bit out of sorts, yesterday.
I hope that I didn't do anything to offend you, or--
What are you chattin' about?
-I have a theory. -[groans]
Are you mullered? It's day one, love. Chillax.
[sighs]
The cured brain you sent us research on,
the White Girl?
The antigens in the cure she took created glycoproteins
that essentially awakened dormant cells in her brain.
I believe, if we could generate those glycoproteins,
they could lead to a mass-produceable cure.
So, I started thinking,
is there anywhere that they naturally occur?
-Freylich Syndrome. -[groans]
It's rare. There are only 304 cases in the United States,
most victims die in their teens.
But the condition causes an increase in protein production in the brain
leading, ultimately, to death.
[sniffs, clears throat]
I know. Awful.
But I believe their postmortem brains
will be full of the exact glycoprotein that you found--
Drop it, yeah? I'd move off that one if I was you.
Well, let me finish. If this were true--
Soz, mate. Won't work. Tried it. All right?
Maybe you'd care to tell me what happened when you tried it, then?
Oh, you're doing me head in now, girl.
I know I'm onto something.
I'm gonna prove it.
I'll tell my boss to have someone else liaison with you from now on.
So, bugger off, Doctor. All right?
Please, don't.
-Excuse me? -Did I stutter?
Wait, wait, wait, wait.
You're right about Freylich's.
You can derive a cure from the brain of a late-stage sufferer of the disease.
I know, because I have.
[exhales]
Then, there's a cure.
Yeah, it's wonderful. One dead kid. One cured zombie.
It's better than nothing.
No. No, it's not.
You get on our conference call tomorrow
and tell your boss that Freylich brains equal zombie cures,
and suddenly, these poor kids will be hunted.
Their brains will be worth millions. They'll have to go into hiding.
[scoffs]
People wouldn't hunt children.
[grunts]
Says little miss naive.
I already promised my boss that I was onto something big,
but you've given me a lot to think about.
Yeah? Thinking about how you're gonna
spend all them millions you make on zombie cures?
-[gasps, pants] -[Liv clears throat]
I feel like I just watched the Gollum-Sméagol scene
from Two Towers. What was that?
Oh, nothing.
I may have just sentenced 300 kids to death.
-Here you go, honey. -[woman] Thank you.
Hey there, honey. What can I do for you?
Skate and chips. Triple batter. And a Tab.
That's a pretty specific request. You sure that's how you wanna go?
Yeah.
We'll get you when it's ready. This one might take a while.
Your order's ready. Follow me.
Hop in.
[sighs]
-[Dolly] Did you make a video? -Yeah.
And a will?
It's on there.
You're a hero. You know that?
They got my Jimmy and Sarah.
Oh, no. Jimmy and Sarah deserve justice.
So, we show 'em what one good human can do.
God bless.
Got a call from a friend in Tacoma.
Yeah?
He says five of the six border agents who work the south bay
gone off the grid. Snatched up as if by alien abduction.
Blaine.
[Jordan] Major!
-Major. -Commander.
-Commander. You need to see this. -See what?
There's a brain line a couple blocks that way.
A couple of humans are taking pictures of everyone in line,
saying they're going to post them online and out them as zombies.
[Spud] I'm not saying we shoot 'em,
but I'll bet if we smack 'em around a bit, we can get 'em to give up photography.
Technically, they're not breaking any laws.
-Our new mandates don't allow-- -Let's take a look.
-Excuse me. Detective Babineaux? -That's me.
I had this note on my door
asking my girlfriend Lisa Gertz to give you a call.
Ah...
When's the last time you saw Lisa, Mr...
Cahill. Bix Cahill.
It's been a few days.
Is that strange?
We live together, but she's at a work retreat this week, so...
Have you seen the video of the woman
being dragged into the car of a couple zombies?
We haven't been able to identify the victim.
You think maybe it's Lisa.
It's probably not. We just...
[breathing shallowly]
Mr. Cahill, there are still several women it could be.
Can I get you something? A water? A coffee?
-Decaf? -Coffee sounds great.
Uh, French roast? Hazelnut?
Oh, I was kinda hoping for a latte.
Seattle.
Harris, can you run down the street and grab us a decaf latte, please?
No problem, Detective.
[exhales]
[car engine starting]
Photographers must've seen us coming.
They sure hightailed it out of there.
They're gonna keep coming back if we don't do something about it.
[tires screeching]
What the hell?
Oh, God, no.
[soldier] Go, go, go! Incoming!
Stop!
[soldiers shouting]
[explosion]
[soldiers screaming]
Let us call you a taxi.
We'll call as soon as we know anything.
Yeah, okay.
Locate My Device! We can use the Locate My Device app to find each other.
Please, please, please.
Hardy Park?
[multiple telephones ringing simultaneously]
Mr. Cahill, my partner and I will take it from here.
-As soon as we know something... -[officer 1] Okay. We're on our way.
All right, let's go.
[officer 2] We're headed out there now.
Harris! Harris. What's happening?
Explosion at a Fillmore Graves checkpoint. Multiple fatalities.
Liv, our services are required.
[man grunts, pants]
Never gets old.
[Blaine] Gentlemen!
Welcome to New Seattle.
Sorry for the rough ride. Such is life under an embargo.
[snaps fingers]
We had a deal, didn't we?
I fill your bank accounts,
and you let my brain shipments pass your border checkpoint.
I've held up my end. But, fellas and lady,
you quit holding up yours.
[mumbles incoherently]
That was before we saw zombies eat that poor woman alive.
Ah, yeah. The video. It presents a real...
What did I say it presents again?
-An ethical dilemma. -Moral quandary.
Right.
You said zombies were like everyone else, that they weren't monsters.
Agent William Fife, you didn't read the fine print.
Don E, what does it say under that six-point text?
-"Unless they get hungry." -[Blaine] Right.
Yeah, when we're hungry, we can be real scamps.
You gotta read that fine print.
If you keep preventing my brains from coming through the checkpoint,
there's going to be so many more hungry zombies.
You'd be surprised how much personal information is available online.
Most people don't know how to find it,
but if you got a PhD in information science, you can.
And I managed to get my doctorate over breakfast this morning.
And, man, this lady floating around in my brain had a mind like a steel trap.
I remember every detail I read about the five of you.
Do that guy. I don't like his attitude.
-The little guy? -[Don E] Yeah.
[Blaine] Okay.
Agent Ross.
Your grandma Christine raised you
after your parents died in a car crash outside of Missoula, Montana in '92.
Grandma Chris is an avid golfer
and a member of the Spokane Golf and Country Club.
Can still be found there
every Thursday at 8:00 a.m. for her weekly tee time.
I mean, that's where I'd find her, were I to go looking.
Agent Clarke.
I'm so sorry you had to miss your son's soccer game today.
He's got another one next week. Blackburn Park. 4:30. Field 7.
That was a touching obituary you wrote for your dog Freckles
when you were ten, Agent Stevens. It was heartbreaking, really.
That's a word I don't use lightly. In fact, it's a word I don't use at all.
I do hope Tacoma Kennels are looking after your chocolate lab Muggsy,
so that you don't have to write another
-tearjerker anytime soon. -[Fife] Okay, we get it.
So, if we don't start letting your shipments through again,
what, you're gonna turn our dogs and families into zombies?
No. Silly billy, Willie Fife.
I'm gonna turn you into zombies.
And I'm going to kill your loved ones,
be they young, old, human or canine.
Or you could go back to honoring our arrangement, yeah?
Yeah? Great.
Threaten me all you want, whitey. I don't work for zombies anymore.
[Skype call ringing]
Everyone's on time for once.
I believe you all have had a chance to meet Dr. Collier.
I'm excited to get the show on the road this morning as Dr. Collier
intimated to me that she had something big to share with us.
[typing]
Shouldn't we let Dr. Collier get her feet wet first?
Really get the lay of the land?
Don't let her humble origins fool you, Ravi.
This one is a hard worker.
Go ahead, Dr. Collier. Walk us through your findings.
What was this big discovery?
[Charli] Freylich Syndrome.
I believe their postmortem brains would be full of the exact glycoprotein
you found in White Girl's.
If this were true, we could extract a serum--
A cure.
But I miscalculated.
We would need hundreds of thousands of pounds of brains.
It's impractical. It can't work.
Sorry, everyone. False alarm.
From now on, Dr. Collier, baby steps.
I suggest you lean on Dr. White and Dr. Rich as you're starting out.
Professor Mann is also a good resource.
[Major] Have we found the VIN on that vehicle?
They're still sifting through the wreckage.
Just heard. Four border agents in Tacoma back on the job.
The brain plant's back at capacity.
There were five border agents.
You did what you had to do.
[indistinct radio chatter]
[trooper] ID.
Should I print a wallet-size for you?
Where you headed?
-Yakima. -What's in Yakima?
Uh, it's the hops capital of America.
Birthplace of Cooper Kupp, split end for the Rams. You like football?
I meant, what takes you to Yakima?
Oh. Uh, my grandma lives there.
[sighs]
-[trooper] I'm guessing you don't have ID. -[sighs]
If I'm going off memory, Mr. Cahill's Locate My Device app
got a ping from right around here.
[Liv] How many bodies have we pulled out of these woods?
[Clive] I can remember three.
This is the spot where lazy murderers
who don't want to fight traffic dispose of their victims.
I don't want to see another dead body today, Clive.
Those poor soldiers.
Yeah, that was rough.
[quiet whimpering]
I found her phone.
And her jacket.
She's gone. Lisa's gone.