[Mr. Boss] The greatest high in the world. Perfect bliss in a bottle.
Like how Matthew McConaughey feels on the greatest night of his life,
but you can snort it.
Anyway, the way the twins described this Utopium stuff of yours,
it sounds amazing.
It's getting there.
I feel like the formula still needs a bit of work, though.
So, get to work.
And change that shirt of yours once in a while.
People are starting to talk.
And take it easy on that stuff.
Quality control. It's part of the process.
Hey, just boxed up the new batch.
You interested in giving it a spin?
Yeah, pick me up.
[laughs]
[man] Why're you still tinkering, man?
That last batch was perfection.
Methylenedioxyamphetamine level was too low.
I want the basal ganglia firing on both cylinders,
serotonin and dopamine, cascading together.
It's crazy it's that simple.
Match the right chemicals with the right brain parts,
anything can happen.
Anything...
[muffled screaming]
[doorbell rings]
Martin Roberts?
Yes.
Uh...
My name is Olivia Moore.
I'm your daughter.
This is unbelievable.
Mom finally gave me your name.
After that it was easy. I work for the police department.
You're a police officer?
Assistant to the medical examiner, actually.
So your mom... I imagine she told you some stories.
Well, she did tell me some.
Well, that was a long time ago. I'm sober now, and...
-[cell phone buzzes] -Sorry.
Sorry, uh... Work. I have to go.
But maybe we could
get together? Get a coffee, or--
Yes, I'd love that.
Well, here's my card, so...
Okay, sorry, I have to go.
Liv,
I'm glad you found me.
Yeah.
I could tell when he opened the door.
Right off the bat, his eyes.
Evan's eyes. It's him. It's my dad.
Man, that's a lot.
I've done it.
Best grilled cheese the world's ever seen.
-[scoffs] -Cheddar and jack, melted to perfection
on sourdough toasted a sexy golden brown.
And what better to nestle in amongst all that cheese
than the cheesiest of brains, car salesman?
-Car salesman? -Yeah.
Tell me that's not Rick Randall's brain in there.
Rick Randall? Drove off the Fremont Bridge?
The suicide?
Now Rick Randall the murder victim.
This was the message he left on his wife's phone
before he went into the lake.
[Rick] Gina! My car's out of control!
It's steering itself!
I can't stop! Call someone!
[screaming] Oh, God!
That can happen?
Uh-huh. Cars can be possessed.
-Herbie, for example. -Herbie wasn't possessed.
You're thinking of Christine.
Herbie wasn't evil.
He was the Love Bug.
All right. Focus up.
Rick drove a Malevex 6.
Comes with a self-drive setting.
It's possible someone accessed the system from the outside.
Vampire Steve's checking.
So save some of that brain for Liv.
Oh, and, before I forget...
Annual raffle time.
-[sighs] Oh! -It's a buck each.
You know the drill,
everyone in the department sells at least 50 tickets.
No complaints. It's for a good cause.
You know everyone just buys their own tickets, right?
I don't care as long as we meet our quota.
What's the prize this year?
Margo Ball Motors donated a souped-up '67 Mustang.
Not really a car person.
Then don't buy a ticket.
What's the prize for whoever sells the most tickets?
A mountain bike.
The mountains are on the other side of the wall.
Then don't win the contest.
Ooh...
Check it out.
Now, this was the world's best grilled cheese.
Cute. Meanwhile, I sold 60 raffle tickets.
Sixty? We only got 50.
I sold ten of yours, too. Which makes me current sales leader.
I haven't started. You cheated!
I've heard that before.
Oh, that's right, it's the first line of the Loser National Anthem.
I'm off to get more tickets to win this thing.
Make yourself useful. Answer the phones or something.
Dream on. I am ten times the salesman you are.
I just like to start from behind, so it hurts worse when I blow past you.
Bring it on, blondie.
I'll probably solve this case before you, too. Laters.
Well, I hope you like "Blue Bayou," 'cause that's my theme song!
[kisses]
Were you aware of anyone who had anything against Rick?
Family, friends, maybe a rival at work?
They were all rivals at that place.
God, the testosterone...
All trying to be alpha dog...
Backstabbers, every one of them.
So...
What's the sitch, Clive? We got a live one?
Liv, this is Mrs. Randall, widow of the deceased.
I'm up to speed.
So, who wanted him dead?
I think we can get that SOB the death penalty.
Don't like the death penalty? What about
life behind bars?
-Liv... -Picture it.
-The widow? -The widow.
Mrs. Randall.
Isn't it true you recently purchased
a substantial life insurance policy for your husband?
Ravi!
We upgraded our policy a couple years ago after Rick got a promotion.
You two...
Give us a minute, please.
Ravi.
What was that about life insurance? Where did you--
Babs, who taught me it's always the spouse?
You.
I trusted my gut.
Paid off. Up top.
You're not a detective. Stay out--
She's not a detective.
But I'm a closer.
Let's head back in there and I'll break her.
Now that I've loosened the lid.
Lieutenant.
Acting lieutenant.
I was able to look over the systems of that Malevex.
Long story short, the self-drive was hacked from outside.
Who could do that?
A hacker. A good one.
Or anyone with access to the factory settings on the car.
-So, like, anyone at the dealership? -Yeah.
I'll call the general manager, see who all had access.
Can you, like, put a trace on the hack?
If you mean trace the command codes back to the source IP, maybe.
But whoever did this covered their tracks rather nicely.
I may need the host computer to verify.
Excellent work, Steve.
I would say that warrants a special deal on raffle tickets.
I'll go ten for ten bucks.
That's not a special deal. That's just what they cost.
Straight talk. Twenty tickets for a Jackson.
-[scoffs] -Come on.
-Whatever. I'm sold out anyway. -Me, too.
-I'll take 20. -Forty.
[sighs in exasperation]
Blaine?
What... What did you do?
The deposit on my Freylich girl's brain went through.
No offense, but when it comes to tables, I prefer Noguchi to ping-pong.
Mom E doesn't let us have food or drinks down here.
She made this for me herself after I got her the new washer and dryer.
Whisper quiet, unlike her son.
Anyway. I need you to find our old friend Dalton Earl Duke.
I have a business proposition for him.
You called me here just for that?
Of course not.
I thought we could catch up.
We hardly get any quality time anymore.
What happened to us?
I have a bar to run. By myself.
Yeah. How is the old Scratching Post?
You mean, Don E Be Goodz?
I get you're laying low,
but you could still help out in the back.
By doing what?
Invoices?
For instance.
At least just consider it.
Considered. No.
Okay, good catch-up. Now go.
Don E, go.
Oh!
And tell Mom E...
I'm ready for a refill.
Corporal Jones.
It says here you have flu symptoms.
It feels like I got hit by a truck.
Let me take a look.
I don't believe I've seen you before.
Congratulations, Doc. You're a zombie now.
If you wanna survive, you need to do exactly what I say.
Welcome back, darling.
Congrats on arranging the summit.
Ambassadors and Senators and generals, oh, my.
Well, don't congratulate me yet.
They agreed to come hear us out,
see for themselves that zombies aren't slaughtering humans in the streets.
If they don't buy into Major's plan they might just nuke us anyway.
It's gonna go great.
All right? You're smart, you're focused and sexy.
But you know, if we might get nuked at any minute,
wouldn't you like to sail into the hereafter
behind the wheel of a classic American--
I already bought tickets from Liv.
-Did you? -Yeah.
So, what're the chances you reach an actual agreement
with our friends in the US government?
Slim.
One of the generals has a daughter stuck here in Seattle.
He wants to see her, and we can't find her.
Not good.
We'll still keep trying, but--
It's time! Hi, Zombie! dropped 40 seconds ago.
Thank you.
[Major] So, how nervous is the executive producer right now?
Well, since she's bet her entire career on its success. Very.
-There it is! -Oh.
Okay.
Here goes nothing.
[doorbell rings on TV]
Come on, Ed, it's just dinner.
They're the new neighbors, we're being polite.
I know, it's just, every morning,
I go out to get the paper and Jeff waves at me and goes, "Hi, zombie!"
-Ed, you are a zombie. -[man on TV] Hello?
But you don't just say that!
Do I go up to Mrs. Maccani and shout "Hi, Italian"?
Or when my boss gives me a deadline
am I like, "You got it, black guy!"
-Or when Mrs. Chan-- -Don't be so sensitive, Ed.
[both] Hi, zombies!
[girl on TV] Hi... humans.
[guard] All right, hold up the traffic.
[guard] It'll just be a few minutes, ma'am. Thank you.
[Major] A free zombie state,
located on a remote island in the Puget Sound.
My predecessor, Vivian Stoll,
was preparing it for the 300 zombies she knew existed at the time.
Now we're looking to relocate all 10,000 zombies to this--
Zombie Island?
It's ambitious, but we believe this is our best solution.
Short of a cure, which we're all working on.
You want me to ask voters to spend their tax dollars
on dead people instead of live ones?
Senator.
He wants you to ask voters to save the planet.
I understand your concerns.
But I believe if we work together in good faith,
we can find a way forward toward a more peaceful tomorrow.
Nootropics, huh?
I take these, and I'm like the Limitless guy?
Steroids for your mind.
Your brain'll be kicking sand in the face of all the weakling brains
down at Brain Beach.
They said you'd gone legit,
but this seems like a pretty nice little scam.
It works. I get string theory now.
You can take a free sample, you'll see.
And the money?
Same as when I was in the gourmet brain business,
just now I run with thought leaders and entrepreneurs
instead of goons and killers.
I don't really miss the smuggling business.
Mmm.
-So, what'd you wanna talk about? -Smuggling.
[scoffs]
I need to talk to your old associates in the black market brain biz.
I think I can offer something that thought leaders and entrepreneurs can't.
Maybe your jacked-up brain can wrap itself around this number.
I'll make a few calls.
Beanpole?
Beanpole, where you at, man? We gotta move this stuff.
Come on, you junkie, where'd you go off to now?
[Blaine] Scott E, get a move on, dude, we're ready to roll out here!
I'm coming. Keep your pants on!
I'm surrounded by idiots.
...and so he says to him, "My man, I'm glad you got a good price,
but those are not Ted Baker boots."
[laughs]
Man, so they weren't boots?
Dude, calm down.
What? He just told a story.
Whatever, we got drugs to sell, fresh from the oven, let's go.
So, you heading to Nine Trolls?
Julien's got the skate-park covered.
Max Rager is throwing a little soiree on the company yacht.
Think I'll swing by.
Dude, why not just say "boat party" like a regular human?
Ah...
Because it's a soiree, Scott E.
I don't see why you like that guy.
What? He's fun.
[Ravi] Utopium. A certain batch.
Just anything relating to a drug chemist called Beanpole Bob.
Any references between 2014 and 2015.
Great, thank you, Sergeant. Bye-bye.
Hiding behind phones
while I'm pressing flesh and closing suckers?
Not how you win the sales game, my friend.
That was Clive's friend in Vice,
whom I've enlisted in my search for that Beanpole Bob guy
and potentially a zombie cure.
Now I'll turn to the CDC's list of Freylich kids Charli sent me,
which shows one kid here in Seattle, whose life I'll now help safeguard.
So you really want to go head-to-head with Renegade?
The Renegade in the saving lives area?
I saved more people than that before breakfast.
[yawns]
-Oh, hi. -Hi. Sorry I'm a bit early.
It's fine. Ravi, this is Martin Roberts.
Right. Martin Roberts...
Yep. Deadbeat dad.
About to make up for a 30-year absence with one hot dog.
Wish me luck.
Good luck.
[clears throat]
[woman] Hello.
Hi, yes, I'd like to speak to a Ms. Darcy Bennet?
My name is Ravi Chakrabarti and I need to speak to her about--
-Dropped out? -Yeah.
-When? -Uh...
[Martin] After rehab, I didn't have a ton of options.
Mom said that you traveled the globe
working for Doctors Without Borders?
Yeah. That was tough. You see things.
But for your soul?
I don't know.
Maybe a little pride in doing something for the greater good.
But there was so much death, so much suffering,
that I'm sure I'll always be haunted by it.
[sniffs]
Are you all right?
Oh, it's seasonal, you know.
So, you're a zombie.
-You can tell. -Yes.
Out and proud.
I admire that.
-What can I get you? -Oh, extra peppers and hot sauce, please.
Make that two.
You're a zombie, too.
How did you get turned?
Aleutian flu shot, you?
I'm an OZ, I got scratched at the Max Rager boat party.
[vendor] Here you go.
Oh!
So, when's the last time you used, Martin?
Congestion, flush, manual tremors? I'm a doctor. I know the signs.
You're still on Utopium.
I know it must be disappointing to learn your father is an addict.
No. This is on me. Mom told me what you were,
and I tracked you down, anyway.
I don't know what I was expecting.
She'd be loving this.
But the thing of it is, Liv,
when I saw you at the door, I don't know, it was like...
-You were the reason I needed. -The reason?
Yes. The reason I needed to kick, once and for all.
I don't think I have anything left to give, Martin.
And if I wasn't a reason when I was born,
why would I be one now?
I have to go to work.
Take care of yourself.
[footsteps retreating]
Okay, if you all follow me, we have lunch waiting,
and we can prepare for the afternoon session.
[indistinct chatter]
Lillywhite, I thought we agreed my daughter would be here.
I hoped she would, General.
But she chose not to come, for her own reasons.
You know what this is, don't you?
It's a difficult situation.
It's a hostage situation.
You zombies are terrorists holding a half million humans hostage
until you get what you want.
I don't even know why we're here.
The US government doesn't negotiate with terrorists.
I've been biting my tongue a long time, but, now?
Now that you couldn't produce my daughter?
I'm going to walk through the rubble of Seattle.
I believe there are sandwiches and drinks available in the commissary.
[sighs] I turned back, and he was just standing there, looking so forlorn.
He could've gotten in when the getting was good.
Them's the breaks.
[all chattering indistinctly]
Yeah. It's bad. Real bad.
We got the general manager in there.
Right.
[breathes deeply]
Let's rip his face off.
Ravi. No. I told you--
Clive, what do you want to do with this case?
I want to close it.
But not in the way you're thinking, so just, no.
Come on, Liv.
So Mr. Fischer, I understand the Malevex 6 comes with a self-drive?
Amazing vehicle. The auto-pilot mode is one of its many incredible features.
You could drive it to New York City without lifting a finger.
You're not gonna hook this brick, green pea.
[chuckles]
Never say never.
The auto-drive comes with factory presets, correct?
Anyone with those could access the auto-drive?
Well, I mean, conceivably.
You have access to the presets?
Yeah, but I'm not gonna off my best salesman.
Rick Randall was a closing machine.
He won the annual sales competition five years running.
Annual sales competition?
First place gets a Malevex 6,
second place gets a set of steak knives,
-last place a pink slip. -Ooh.
-Fired? -Rick always won.
It drove Stu Solano crazy.
-Who's Stu Solano? -Second place, five years running.
Guy's got a lot of steak knives.
Let me guess. Bitter?
He's bitter, all right. Rick stole Gina from him.
Rick's wife used to go out with Stu?
Mmm-hmm.
-She didn't mention that. -I get it.
Why spread around you were with a second place nobody?
Stu's good, he just lacks a killer instinct.
Sales is a blood sport.
It sure is.
Rick cheated.
Bribed the desk for leads. Stole them from the other salesmen.
I played to win but I played fair.
Far as I'm concerned, I won.
With the steak knives to prove it.
When Rick married your ex, Gina,
were you cool with that?
Gina?
She was more of a demo for me.
You know?
You want a guy with motive?
Take a look at Teddy Fischer.
Rick was gunning for Teddy's job and everybody knew.
Especially Teddy.
[Rick] The best loser there is! Bon voyage, Jack!
Are you a winner, Rick?
Or should I ask your wife?
[gasps]
Who's Jack?
Jack Klein? Used to work for Margo Ball.
Got old, got slow, got fired last year.
Sales, man. It's a blood sport.
Gentlemen, thanks for coming.
What I have for you is an invitation to join a business venture.
This is not unlike the brain smuggling you've done in the past,
only now the owner of the brain will remain attached and alive.
So it's basically the same deal.
And the financial terms will reflect
this increase in the unit weight transported.
You are each receiving a name and an address
on the items you will be transporting.
You bring 'em in, you get paid, you go get another.
Bergman Hall School for Girls?
Is this a kid?
They all are.
Or rather, teens,
who, let's be honest, are the worst.
So, you may need to come up a little on the fee.
I already gave 'em the bump for the extra weight.
You didn't mention they were kids.
Teens. Who, other than the random passage of time,
are basically adults.
Why do they care?
Well, it's... It's a moral issue.
These guys?
Give me a second.
Okay, an extra $15,000 a head?
To cover the moral issue.
-Five. -Thirteen.
Ten.
Okay, then.
Let's go round up some rugrats.
Huh? [laughs]
Clive, let me ask you a question.
You were in Vice.
How many people who've been heavily-addicted for 30 years
turn themselves around?
Hmm. I know it happens.
That's good.
I've never seen it, though.
Hi. Seattle PD. We're looking for Jack Klein.
What for?
I'm Jack. How can I help you?
We wanted to ask some questions about the death of Rick Randall.
Like, how great it was, or...
Emily, honey...
Whatever. I'm late.
Call me if your practice runs late!
Dad, I'll text you, 'cause it's not 2003, okay?
[chuckles]
Come on in.
Yeah, I worked at Margo Ball for, what, 23 years.
Must've hurt when they fired you after all those years of service.
That whole place was toxic.
I mean, I feel sorry for those miserable jerks.
Emily transferred back from USC,
so I get to see her a lot more than I used to.
Get to see some of her field hockey games.
Plus, the coffee's much better at home.
[laughs]
I'm much happier here.
We looked over the sales numbers.
Looks like you slipped into last after Rick closed a deal you originated.
-Were you aware of that? -So what if he did.
What do they always say over there? Sales is a--
Blood sport.
Right.
A witness said he heard you suggest
Rick should ask his wife something the day you were fired.
What did you mean?
Not my finest moment.
What'd you mean?
Get this. Rick's wife, Gina,
she used to go around with Stu Solano.
-We're aware. -Yeah.
But did you know that all along she was two-timing with Teddy?
Teddy Fischer? The general manager?
See what I mean? Place is a snake pit.
Don't tell me I'm raging out! I'm not raging out!
Your eyes are a little red, Ed.
I went swimming! It's from the chlorine.
You're darn right I'm furious!
But not because I'm a zombie! It's because you're an idiot!
Peak TV my ass.
There's my girl!
Sorry to send in the heavy like this,
it's just, when I heard people were looking for you,
I got a little worried that my investment might be at risk.
Carl. You can go.
So, any idea who our mystery caller might be?
My roommate took the call.
Said his name was, like, Ralphie Sharkbuddy, or something?
And he was putting on a fake British accent.
[chuckles]
I know him actually.
Accent's real.
[sighs] He wants your brain for science, so I'd definitely steer clear.
It's probably best that you just lay low for a while.
Lay low?
In here?
Yup.
I mean, being bored out of my mind is not on my bucket list.
Okay.
There are other places we can stash you that are a bit more lively.
Have you been to The Scratching Post?
I think we should get Gina and Teddy back in here.
If they were having an affair,
and he knew Rick was gunning for his job,
they could've worked together.
I dunno. I say there's something off about that Jack guy.
Liv, the man still owns a flip phone.
You think he can hack a Malevex?
Clive. Liv.
Ravi, whatever sales nonsense this is, I'm just in no mood.
I've had a vision.
Rick walks out to his car,
finds his windscreen smashed...
That's it?
You call that a vision?
...and the words "Die Pig" spray-painted on his hood!
I don't suppose you saw who smashed his window and tagged his car.
Yeah, you never do.
I'll see if his insurance company has any photos.
Boom. That easy.
Oh, and if you've got a few more raffle tickets...
Actually, me too.
Twice whatever you're giving him.
No. No, no, no, no, no. No more tickets!
Just, no. No.
Uh-uh-uh!
Coffee is for closers.
[gasps]
Vice'll have more tickets.
Burrito Monday is officially canceled.
This sucks!
Owning a bar is supposed to be fun.
I shouldn't be doing grunt work.
God!
My life is the worst!
We could switch.
I'll run the bar, and you can be the zombie prostitute?
And what the hell?
I thought we had a strict "no love songs on the jukebox" policy.
-Who put this on? -[Darcy] I did.
It happens to be my jam.
What, you don't like music?
I just think this song is a little cheesy.
Says the guy wearing that shirt.
What? No, it's...
bold.
-Could I get a beer? -Could I see some ID?
Nope. I got this!
It's on the house.
No frickin' way!
Candy! Candy!
That's the girl
the matchmaker told me about. My soulmate.
She's out of my league, isn't she?
Oh, yeah. Way out.
But also, that's Blaine's Freylich girl.
Fatal brain disease. She's gonna be dead any minute.
So, well,
sorry, I guess.
-[exhales] -Turns out our dead guy Rick
did make an insurance claim after his car was vandalized.
Yeah, he did.
Here's what's interesting. These holes, here.
Whoever smashed it used something with a rounded end
that punched through the glass.
-Like a baseball bat? -Or a golf club?
Could be, could be, or...
A field hockey stick.
Jack's daughter?
Emily Klein.
Remember how happy she was that Rick was dead?
She didn't strike me as a girl with a dragon tattoo.
That so?
She happens to be a computer science major at USC.
Expelled last year for hacking a blimp during homecoming week
and programming it to display lewd comments
about her ex during the UCLA game.
Now if you'll excuse me,
the closer is heading out to make his collar.
This is the best part of my job.
Okay, so I smashed up his precious Malevex.
The guy ruined my dad's life, and I had to drop out of USC.
That doesn't mean I killed him.
Computer science major, robotics team.
And it wouldn't be your first time hacking into a vehicle.
You know, the "Thanks for the HPV, Dave" blimp incident.
He deserved that.
And Rick deserved it too, right?
I didn't kill Rick Randall.
Go ahead. Check the activity.
I have nothing to hide.
Fine. Let me get our guy in here.
[Ravi] She's gonna crack.
Then not only will I have closed the case,
I'd have crushed you at raffle ticket sales.
Clive solved it.
You just told him what you saw in a vision.
Pot meet kettle.
Besides, no way you can top my 320.
324!
I've still got two hours.
As do I. So how many trombones would you like to play you your...
[imitating trombone] Womp-womps?
[Jack] Look, officer, I just need to talk to my daughter.
Or that detective.
What's his name? Babineaux?
Please, my daughter is innocent.
She should not be in there.
Mr. Klein?
Please, Emily didn't do this.
I did.
You hacked the Malevex?
-Yeah. -Huh.
Okay, I'll bite.
Why don't you tell Steve here how you did it?
Okay. First, I emailed Rick a phish link
from a bogus Malevex support address
asking to update his firmware.
This link had a Trojan horse
that installed a backdoor into the car's telematic control unit,
giving me access to the VPN.
How did you overwrite the shadow files?
I cracked 'em, downloaded firmware,
and n-mapped the script, so I could view the cipher text
with a verbose switch.
That's one way to do it.
I spent all year studying Emily's coding textbooks,
just so I could get back at Rick for what he did to us.
I'll write it all down for you.
Just let me talk to my daughter, will you?
[Liv] So, if you're serious...
[Martin] I'm absolutely serious.
This one specializes in long-term addiction.
This one pairs patients with the right therapist.
They don't just send everybody to the same guy.
I can't believe you're doing this for me.
Against my better judgment.
You're a good person, Liv.
Good people can't help themselves.
Okay, General, you're all set.
Hope you had a productive summit.
Senator Hoover?
So, go ahead and roll your sleeve up for me.
What the hell?
You have just been scratched and turned zombie.
Please remain calm.
This kit contains hair dye, self-tanner,
and brains to last till you arrive in D.C.
If you want to survive,
and you want this to stay secret, you'll cooperate.
Await further instructions.
You work for us now.
Welcome back to the United States, Senator.
Here ya go.
It's your turn.
Sorry?
Put something on the jukebox.
I wanna make fun of your song.
I'm kinda busy.
Whoa, when did it get so cold in here?
It's an automatic thermostat.
I mean, I kinda thought we had a fun little moment earlier.
It's just, you know, I got a bar to run...
Ah. Got it. Okay.
Have a nice life.
All right...
[chuckles]
Uh, couple of weeks ago, this matchmaker told me
that she knew a girl who would be perfect for me.
And before I could get any more details, she was murdered--
The girl?
No. The matchmaker.
And so, I thought maybe you were that girl,
I mean, you've got the skull tattoo, but, you know...
What?
But you're gonna die, like, any second.
-And, you know, I can't-- -Dude, we're all gonna die.
Just means I gotta get through my bucket list faster than you.
But isn't the point to just rock out till we clock out?
I guess when you put it like that.
So, like, what's on this bucket list thing?
Well, for starters.
I've always wanted to be in a bar fight.
My song. It's perfect for the occasion.
[grunts]
It's happening.
Most definitely.
Are you sure we should do this?
We can get hurt.
-[glass breaking] -What the hell.
Are you and Major in for dinner with me and Peyton tonight?
I can't tonight. I'm seeing my dad.
Really?
I know. Probably a dumb idea.
But when has that ever stopped me before?
Congratulations!
-In your face! -Suck it, loser!
You tied.
Maybe you can split it.
You know, I don't really care much for biking anyway.
I don't have room for it. You take it.
[reporter on TV] Liv Moore understood the stakes
when she took over Seattle's largest human smuggling organization.
She was there when her predecessor was executed.
She resuscitated the organization when others believed
Fillmore-Graves's attempt at intimidation had succeeded.
[reporter continues indistinctly]
You'll be pleased to know Riley's mission was a success.
She got Spud out of the city to scratch the doctor at the VA hospital,
and select delegates have now been turned zombie.
Good, good.
Be careful with that one, sir.
She has a tendency to stick her nose where it does not belong.
A real pain in the ass.
I've heard.
Just, I would hate for a conflict of interest to arise.
Don't worry.
I know what I'm doing.
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