"Previously on iZombie..." "Weckler didn't commit suicide." "He was murdered." "Remember the phone call from prison?" "Weckler asked Tatum, "Are they keeping you wellfed?" In brains." "Who would most want to keep Weckler quiet, but also know how to best threaten his zombie daughter?" "Baracus." "We did it!" "Seattle has a zombie mayor." "Let me give you this." "It'll turn you human again." "Harley and his people are targeting zombies." "Any update on your "wingnuts who believe in zombies" story?" "You might want to make some room on the front page." "My God." "You took everything!" "My brothers." "All dead!" "All gone!" "Were you satisfied?" "No." "Finally." "You made me a monster, you dirty brain eaters!" "I came as soon as I could." "Did you bring it?" "I'm not one of you!" "Why not just kill me?" "What're you waiting for?" "You're sick." "You people are monsters!" "Finally." "Sorry." "Rush hour." "You think 'cause I'm a zombie now, I'm gonna eat brains?" "No, sir." "No, sir!" "Okie dokie." "Did you bring us everything we asked for?" "Yeah." "But why not you just take him to FillmoreGraves?" "They'll know how to handle him." "I'd rather leave our friends at FillmoreGraves out of it until we know more." "His brothers are all dead, the bunker's hidden." "He should be okay in here, until we figure out something better." "Let's do this." "Where've you been?" "I've had to do all this county paperwork myself." "Just tracking Harley Johns to his secret outhouse bunker, realizing he turned into a zombie, and subduing him, stashing him in a freezer..." "Well..." "I did the paperwork." "And, before you get too comfortable, you should probably see this." "My gosh." "Is that me?" "How?" "How to identify us, all the signs?" "White hair, pale skin." "How did they get this?" "My understanding is that reporters have certain secret sources," ""deep background", I believe the term is." "I'm on the cover." "On the bright side, things can't possibly get any worse." "Ravi, have you seen this zombie thing in the paper?" "Ravi?" "You here?" "Katty, I was just coming out to start on this fellow." "You see this?" "Zombies, in Seattle?" "Well, it's the alt weekly." "Last year they did an expose on Juggalos." "Which are a real thing." "This is tinhat stuff." "We need to talk." "Privately." "At first, I just skimmed the article, you know, for my own amusement." "But then this one thing... jumped out at me..." "You all right?" "Old Quidditch injury." "I want to discuss this." ""According to a source in the medical examiner's office"" ""who saw bodies from the party firsthand..."" "Ravi?" "It's obviously you." "Why would you be a source in this absurd story?" "This is exactly what got you fired from the CDC." "Pouring gasoline on the fires of these crazy fringe theories." "When I spoke to the reporter," "I was speaking in the abstract." " No, I never thought..." " We have more cases of Aleutian flu here every day." "We could be looking at a truly horrific public health crisis." "A real one." " Well, I..." " Think!" "That's all." "I'll show myself out." "You were her source for the story?" "It's complicated." "Well, now things can't get any worse." "I sat in..." "You wanted to see me, sir?" "Major." "Sit." "Join me for lunch." "You haven't lived until you've had these gourmet brain tubes made especially for the top brass." "See." "Now you know." "We eat the same nasty brain sludge as everyone else." "I never doubted it, sir." "I'm just not hungry." "The Internet?" "Weird to think there was a time when people didn't post all the details of their lives for everyone to see." "Yes, sir, I remember it." "Vaguely." "And take this, shameless local girl, for instance." "Sex Tent." "A Haiku." ""We built a sex tent."" ""We did it in the sex tent."" ""Then we did it some more."" "Not even a proper haiku, is it?" "Sir, I ended that." "Wise, but not the point." "From Shawna's ramblings, it seems you had an intimate relationship with a human," "and she did not turn into a zombie." "So, either you discovered a revolutionary form of prophylaxis," "or you're human." "Anyone else here know this?" "No one, sir." "Look, I just wanted to serve." "What you want doesn't matter." "What matters is that you've put zombies at risk every time you went out into the field." "It's not something I can allow to continue." "You are no longer an employee of FillmoreGraves, effective immediately." "Sir," "I am sorry." "Put me at a desk." "I'll mop the floor." "It's just, this is my family." "Thank you for your service." "So, is it true?" "You're human?" "Yeah." "I'm sorry." "What'd I always say?" "Major Lillywhite is a bad man." "Stuff you did and you're not even bulletproof?" "Sucks, man." "You might be human, but you're one of the good ones." "We're not gonna let you go quietly, man." "You're gonna get a proper sendoff." "Squad house, Friday, farewell bash for the ages." " You in?" " I'm in." "I can't stop thinking about Baracus." "And a fine morning to you." "Everything points to him playing a part in Weckler's death." "There are 20 men on that dominatrix tape who haven't been identified." "There's a chance Baracus had nothing to do with it." "But what if he did?" "And the guy running Seattle right now is a guy who turns kids into zombies and blackmails their parents." "It's not like we can arrest him." "We could freeze him." "Yeah?" "We're not freezing the mayor." "Conspiracy theory brain must be wearing off." "You're being very reasonable." "I'm more concerned with the fact that I'm currently on the cover of Seattle's alt weekly with red eyes and rage veins bulging out of my face." "I'm Seattle's only identifiable zombie." "No, you're not identifiable." "People look at you and all they see is gorgeous." "That looks like a picture of a monster." " You know that's still me, right?" " Sorry..." "I mean, it's not a great picture but..." " Monster?" " A cute monster." "Someone's running late today." "Yes." "But that someone is now out front at the coffee cart and ready to take your order." "Forgiven." "I'll have a triple, full fat, chai latte with light foam and extra cinnamon." "Thank you." "You're the worst." "Bye." "My small black coffee with a side of sugar packets seems lame now." "It was already lame." "I couldn't tell you that I was a reporter, Ravi." "But I did keep your name out of it, despite intense pressure from my editor to name my source." " Thank you." " You're welcome." "I was being sarcastic." "I know." "But can you see how reporting that zombies are wandering around Seattle seemed more important than your feelings?" " It's not about my feelings." " It's all about your feelings." "You used me." "See?" "You need to leave." "Please, Ravi." "I've got just a couple more questions." "My God!" "Maybe five." "I'm freaked out here." "I came face to face with that zombie girl, the one that we put on our cover." "I thought that she was going to eat my face off." "I really need you to leave right now." "This door leads out to the loading dock." "Just follow the signs." "We're not supposed to have visitors." "It's not hygienic." "Isn't everybody already dead?" "Good morning, princess!" "I got your triple, candyass latte." "Don't be pissy about me being late." "Thank God." "I got caught in a primp spiral." "Hi." "This is Rachel." "Rachel, this is my colleague, Olivia Moore." "Rachel the reporter?" "Seems my reputation precedes me." "We have a body." "Sorry." "Duty calls." "I'll call you later." "Please don't." "To clarify, you were by the dumpster, you saw the body?" "In, we were in the dumpster." "So, you two are homeless, or..." "We're freegans." "Up to 50% of US food is wasted, despite being quite edible, so what we do is, we..." "So, in the garbage." "And then you saw the body?" "I felt." "I was climbing out, and I touched something like a wig, but..." "Get their info, will you?" "You got it." "So, this is what you look like." "It's what I look like with a layer of paint and this uncomfortable wig, so don't get used to it." "Just with me being the alt weekly cover girl." " The what?" " I'll show you later." "What've we got?" "They found her behind a dumpster." "She had a couple superficial stab wounds, but cause of death looks like blunt force trauma to the back of the head." "So, like a mugging gone wrong, or?" "Her credit cards, cash, are all there." "And, it's a head wound, but there's no blood near the body." "My guess is she was killed elsewhere, killer dropped her here." "She had a keycard for the hotel around the corner in her pocket, so it's possible she's not a local." "She's not local." "She's from Atlanta." "That's my old boss, Katty Kupps." "You okay?" "My therapist will have to make that call." "And I've never performed an autopsy with someone I've slept with." "But, you know, I've done my job." "What was she like?" "Anything weird?" "You know, driven, direct, nothing weird." "You've had worse." "That's your glowing endorsement?" "You slept with this woman." "It was a grudgeboink." "Although, um..." "You should know, you might find yourself..." "Attracted to me." "So much for nothing weird." "We just checked out Ms. Kupps' hotel room." "Guess she was in town working on this Aleutian flu outbreak, so, Liv Moore, Ravi Chakrabarti, Meg Nevins, CDC." "I asked her to brief us on what Katty was doing here." "Right." "Katty was doing inperson epidemiological data assembly, tracking a probable vector of the Aleutian flu cluster." "Doing interviews, tracking the spread of the virus." "Probable vector?" "So, you know how it got here?" "We traced the first cases to an Air Liberte flight from Paris to SeaTac." "Our team's been interviewing everyone on the flight." "Ms. Kupps was tracking passengers in first class." "According to her record, she had four left." "Now, unless you have any further questions specific to Ms. Kupps," "I have work to do." "Good day." "I've got Ms. Kupps' notes that were left in her room." "Lots of notes on cocktail napkins from the hotel bar." "So, if I understood correctly, and it's possible I didn't, on the last day she was alive, Ms. Kupps should've been interviewing the four people in first class she hadn't gotten to yet." "We need to put together a timeline of her last day." "We got the passenger list, lots of cryptic notes, including this one, "170." What can that mean?" "D, 17D, a seat number?" "You know, our CDC friend isn't telling us everything." "I mean, A, the Aleutian flu was considered dormant until this outbreak." "B, if Paris was the origin, there'd be an active outbreak, just like here." "Are you saying..." "I'm saying the CDC fears this outbreak has been caused by bioterrorism." "Bioterrorism?" "Not definitely bioterrorism." "Just, you know, possibly bioterrorism." "Okay, Ravi, I'm gonna need you to sit in on these interviews." "We'll need your expertise on this." "Right." "Of course." "Bioterrorism." "You know, I'm not sure what time the CDC lady showed up, but I know I asked her to leave at 2:50." "You asked her to leave?" "I needed time to make my tea before my news program started." "I love that Shepard Smith." "Those bedroom eyes." "Can you tell us anything about Dr. Kupps's demeanor?" "She was fine." "A little standoffish." "I was the one who was anxious." "The thought that I was sitting right next to a person who had those germs." "Every time I get a little tickle in the back of my throat, I think, "This is it."" "You have a tickle in your throat?" "Well, I get a little dry sometimes." "Have some water." "Give her some water." "Do you happen to remember any of the questions Dr. Kupps asked you?" "She asked if I ate the inflight meal, what I drank, if I had ice in my drink, if I used the lavatory..." "Did she ask if you used the soap in the lavatory?" "Please." "We had a full 10 minutes on the soap." "When investigating an outbreak like this, it's imperative that the CDC is extremely..." "Yeah?" "You like that?" "Yeah." "What?" "Is there a spider?" "Is it on me?" "Dead kittens." "Winston Churchill eating fried chicken." "Flatulent Jabba the Hutt." "Are you okay?" "Please, for the love of all things good and holy, just make this stop." "Is it a migraine, honey?" "I wish." "Did you just have a..." "Was I in there?" "Can we just get this over with, please?" "Dr. Chakrabarti." "Maybe you should continue with your questions while Dr. Moore collects herself." "Did Ms. Kupps ask you about the other passengers?" "If you saw anyone carrying anything odd?" "Yes." "And I told her about the man sitting next to me." "He was very suspicious." "How so?" "Well, he was one of those, you know..." "Like you, and he had one of those whoosiewhatsits on his head." "A whoosiewhatsit?" "One of those Muslim thingamabobs." "Like Norma Desmond in Sunset Boulevard." "So, by whoosiewhatsit you mean Turban." "By Muslim you mean Sikh." "And by like me you mean brown." "Yes." "Wow." "Was there anything he actually did that concerned you?" "You know, he just seemed like a person with no regard for human life." "Yes, yes, yes." "I just have to bounce a little." "Sorry." "Is that too distracting?" "It's fine." "So, Ms. Kupps left your place around 11:00 a.m.?" "I think that's right." "Can I just get my notes?" "Stay back there." "Did she ask about your fellow passengers?" "If anyone used anything, like, say, an asthma inhaler or perfume?" "Yeah, she asked me all that." "But, like I told her, the only thing of note was that there was this little barking dog." "And when I took off my shoes, the lady beside me freaked out." "Thanks for your time." "Yes, yes, yes." "I already filed, Ed." "And, I have..." "My own problems." "I'll call you back." "Floyd?" "Have you seen this?" "It's the alt weekly." "This is the beginning." "I'm sorry?" "Mr. Mayor, the beginning of what?" "Let's not pretend that you're not in the loop." "Zombies." "Bit by bit, now, the secret will leak out and we need to prepare." "We?" "Peyton, I'm now mayor of a city on the verge of learning that zombies are real." "We may also be ground zero to a deadly pandemic." "And, I need people who understand the nature of the task ahead." "I need you to be my chief of staff." "It's a flattering offer." "But I..." "I love the work I do here in the DA's office." "I..." "I found a new angle on the Weckler case." "The daughter might have useful information for us." "Fine." "If you do find those missing videos of that dominatrix's sessions, don't be surprised if you see me on them." "Yeah." "Just saying." "Yeah, take a couple of days, think it over." "Chief of staff to the mayor of a major American city before you're 30." "That beats assistant district attorney, doesn't it?" "No way." "Come on." "Like I'd be seen at the Space Needle with Chaos Killer." "So, some famehungry floozy reminds all of Seattle why they hate you, and then this zombie army outfit that's like your only family, throws you out because this floozy outed you as a human?" "Pretty much covers it." "That's terrible." "What are you gonna do now?" "Well, lately, I've been really into lying on the couch and looking up." "Sometimes sideways." "Enough about me, what about you?" "Well, since you liberated me and gave me the cure," "I've done what I said I was gonna do." "Traveled the world looking for a perfect place to call home." "And I found it." "Italy." "Amalfi Coast." "I rented a place in Positano." "Sixmonth lease, as long as a tourist visa allows." "Sounds fancy." "I may have been a working girl, but I was no dummy." "I saved." "Like Jamie Lee Curtis in Trading Places." "It was on cable." "Watched it here on the couch." "I just came back to move the stuff from my house into storage, and, of course, to thank you for what you did for me." "Yeah, and then I saw the shirt, and, well, anyway..." "Here you are." "Here I am." "Hey, if you need help moving stuff tomorrow," "I mean, my schedule is..." "Wide open?" "Yeah, so..." "Really?" "Okay." "Good evening." "I'm Johnny Frost." "In the wake of 206 Weekly's controversial zombie story, parents in some local schools are now refusing to let their children attend classes until they conduct blood pressure screenings on all students." "What do they say at FillmoreGraves?" "Discovery Day is coming?" "It certainly feels that way." "If Katty's cocktail napkin collection was any indication, she spent plenty of time here." "If Clive is spending time drilling down on the TuttleReid case, the least I can do is some additional follow up with Katty." "Hey." "What can I get for you?" "I'm with the SPD." "I'm looking into the death of a hotel guest." "Do you recognize this woman?" "Sorry." "Never seen her before." "But I'm just filling in for the regular guy for a couple days." " Thanks, anyway." " Yeah." "You know?" "I might as well have a vodka tonic now that I'm here." "I'm off duty." "Of course." "Feel like some company?" "I don't want to travel all the time, but that's where the money is." "There's something kind of cowboy about being on the road all the time." "I think Bon Jovi wrote a song about you." "I gotta say, I envy you." "Traveling city to city." "A lot of opportunities for reinvention." "Chances to try on a whole new version of yourself." "Excuse me." "Last call, guys." "Okay." "You know, I have a fullystocked minibar." "Why don't you give me 15 minutes and join me." "I need to call my wife, report on my day." "What's your room number?" "What are you doing, Liv?" "What are you doing?" "Still reaching out to ya, Harley." "Nobody's been able to find you, so give us a shout." "Waiting to know what's what." "Is this how it's going to be now?" "You refusing to even look at me?" "I'm not refusing to look at you." "Clearly you're being distant." "It's not my fault we brainbanged." "I'm just having a weird day, okay?" "Most women can't help thinking about sex when they look at me." "You'll get used to it." "I have to ask." "Did you see my..." "I don't want to talk about it." "I'll take that as a yes." "And you're welcome." "Hey." "Peyton, what's up?" "So, in news of the weird..." "Baracus stopped by my office yesterday, asked me to be his chief of staff." "Whoa." "That's huge." "Do you think Baracus knows you suspect him in the Weckler case?" "Is this his way of buying you off?" "I tested him." "He didn't even blink when I mentioned Tatum Weckler, so, if he turned her into a zombie to blackmail her father, he's a world class liar." "I think you should take the job." "Yeah?" "If it turns out Baracus wasn't complicit in Weckler's death, then you can help the city's first zombie mayor through a time of crisis." "And if it turns out he was, you can keep an eye on him, see what he's going to do next." "I don't know why I'm drawn to this place." "It must have something to do with Katty's murder." "Two hours, no visions." "But still, I don't want to leave." "You look surprised." "Was buying me a drink a weird hint to stay at the bar?" "No." "I just..." "I..." "I thought my fortune had peaked with the appreciative smile." "Unless you're a hooker." "Excuse me?" "Um..." "Yeah, it was a joke." "Um..." "I mean, I was saying that that's why you would talk to me..." "Um, looking like you do." "How is it that I look?" "Like, way out of my league." "Yes, um, door open..." "Please, have my card." "Please, have my..." "Please, have my key." "Yes!" "I just can't." "I'm sorry." "You're sorry?" "Hey." "Everything okay?" "Your text seemed kind of urgent." "I'm just so happy to see you." "Yeah?" "That's more of a welcome back from a sevenmonth tour in Afghanistan hug." "I wanted to ask you something." "What exactly are we?" "Glad you brought that up." "I've been meaning to tell you." "We're zombies." "No, I mean, us." "Together." "Are we a couple?" "I think so." "Unless you don't think so." "An exclusive couple?" "Are you technically a couple if you're not exclusive?" "I don't know." "I think couple equals exclusive." "I can't believe you were doubting this." "I've just been feeling a little uncertain lately." "I haven't had the best luck with boyfriends." "And I think I may have been keeping you at arm's length because of that." "Well, knock that crap off." "How can one person have that much stuff?" "Now I see why you tracked me down." "Free manual labor." "Curses." "You saw through my plan." "You poor fragile thing." "Tell me where it hurts." "Everywhere." "I mean, here definitely." "Here." "Here." "Here." "Okay." "Here?" "You stole this whole bit from Raiders of the Lost Ark." "Yeah, saw it on the couch." "Good movie." "Wow." "I definitely didn't fake that one." "That's the first time in years." "I'm glad I could be a part of it." "Why don't you come with me?" "Come away to Positano." "Right." "Why not?" "You're just telling me about your life here, how people treat you." "What's keeping you here?" "When's our flight?" "I'm being serious." "Yeah." "So am I." "You're right." "I just need to pack." "And my old squad's throwing me a sendoff." "I gotta go to that, but then..." "Why not?" "New Seattle mayor, Floyd Baracus, has declared a state of emergency in response to the spread of the Aleutian flu, a condition for which he says there is a vaccine, but no known cure." "Big government to the rescue?" "I'm sure that'll work out fine." "When none of the Johns brothers showed up to open Wham Bam's," "I thought for sure we'd find them out here." "Maybe zombies ate the others and were saving Harley for later?" "Whatever it is, he deserves a proper burial." "It's possible the rest are still alive, maybe captured, now the zombies are trying to get whatever intel they can out of them." "Beginning Monday, all Seattle public schools will be closed." "Look here." "We've been tracking all the Chaos Killer victims and the bodyguards protecting them." "Let's get some guys and hit every location until we find Harley's brothers." "Starting here." "That's where a bunch of bodyguards seem to gather." "We humans, we protect our brothers until our last dying breath." "I'm all for helping out, but..." "I'm not looking to die." "We all die, Billy." "The mayor's announcement comes amid growing concern, believe it or not, about zombies." "Yes, zombies." "No, that's right." "They're coming for your brains!" "Wake up, sheeple!" "All those bar napkins, we might as well ask around." "Maybe it won't be a waste of time." "Yeah, but I'm not sure why you need me to come with you." "You might have a vision." "We've done this sort of thing a lot." "Excuse me, sir?" "What can I get for you folks?" "Clive Babineaux, homicide." "This is Liv Moore." "She's a medical examiner." "Right." "A murdered lady." "Ms. Kupps." "You knew who she was?" "Hey." "I almost didn't recognize you." "You didn't lose a lipstick, did you?" "Pretty gold case?" "Nope." "Thanks though." "You were saying you knew her." "She was memorable." "Big tipper." "Hey." "You're here early." "I must look like another customer." "Do you remember if Ms. Kupps was in the bar Tuesday night, the night of the murder?" "I feel like she was in here every night, but I can't be positive she was here that night." "Think hard." "You said she was memorable." "Was it just because of the big tips?" "No." "No, she was memorable because she left the bar with a different man every single night." "God." "Do you think you'd be able to describe any of the men she left with?" "Well, probably four or five." "I want to send a police sketch artist over to talk to you." " Sure." " I'll contact you with the details." " Thank you." " No problem." "See?" "Worth a trip." "Totally." "A woman who picks up that many men, what are the odds one night she picked the wrong guy?" "While we wait on our sketches," "I've got another one of the first class passengers coming to the station later, you free?" "I'm not." "I'm going to a party with my boyfriend, and I absolutely can't miss it." "So, Mr. Edsall..." "Ms. Kupps met with you about the Paris flight?" "Yeah." "She came by in the morning." "Asked her questions, blah blah, CDC stuff, and she left." "Look, you want to know what happened on that flight, talk to my wife." "She sat next to me the whole time doing nothing." "Wait, according to the passenger list, your wife was in coach." "Yeah, there was a screwup and they wouldn't let us upgrade." "So I switched seats with the girl sitting next to my wife, so I wouldn't have to listen to her bitch at me the whole week about how I abandoned her." "You switched seats with a girl..." "Let me guess..." "In 17D." "Yeah." "Man of the hour!" "Come on!" "All right, um, everyone, this is Natalie." "Natalie..." "Everyone." "Natalie!" "Must be nice to be pretty, son." "Hey, so is Liv here yet?" "Just texted." "Crime stuff, she's gonna be late." " All right." " Drinks." "Drinks." "I can't believe I'm back here." "I should just stand up right now and go." "I can refuse this brain's desires..." "I can walk out right now." "I have the power." "Isn't this a pleasant surprise?" "You finally tanned and dyed." "Mind if I join you?" "Okay, 11:00." "Brownhaired lady with the burgundy cardigan." "Okay." "So, she owns a crafty small business." " Like a knitting store." " A knitting store?" "It's a thing." "She sells knitting supplies like..." " Yarn?" " Exactly." "You had to search for yarn?" "I have had four drinks." "Okay." "So, she owns this knitting store, and, it's got some illconceived pun for a name, like Knitpicker, or..." "Ittie Bittie Knittie Committee?" "Yes!" "And her secret sex fantasy is being tied up." "With yarn, of course." "No." "See, that's the thing." "It's with anything but yarn." "That's her kink." "You know, I bet they're over there playing the same game as us." "Look at them." "Trying to guess our sexual fantasies." "Is this your stealthy way of asking me about my sexual fantasies?" "No." "What are your sexual fantasies?" " Feel free to get specific." " You first." "Chicken." "Said the man who's stalling." "Okay." "I've been staying in this hotel since I got back from Tripoli." "Since then, I've developed a pretty detailed fantasy involving the desk in my suite." "Your sex fantasy is about furniture?" "No." "It's about having sex with a beautiful woman who is sitting on top of the furniture." "The desk is right up against this window that overlooks the city." " A bang with a view." " Yeah." "There's something erotic about it, actually." "Being intimate, but on display." "It's also a really nice desk." "Now how am I supposed to follow that?" "You owe it to yourself to try." "Okay." "So, I'm completely naked..." "Excellent start." "Clive Babineaux." "You expecting something from the CDC?" " What is it?" " Fax." "No cover." "Passenger ID request on an Air Liberte flight... 17D?" "Yeah, that's me." "You seen Harley Johns lately?" "Harley Johns?" "No." "Why?" "Just..." "The guy's basically disappeared." "Whole Johns clan, just off the map." "That's weird." "Yeah." "It is weird." "Detective?" "Babineaux." "Is Patrice here?" "And a parent, maybe?" "Um, we're not supposed to have guests this late." "I'm not a guest, I'm the police." "Could you get Patrice for me?" "Hello, Patrice." "I need to ask you some questions." "You recently flew from Paris to Seattle on Air Liberte, correct?" "Yeah?" "And you changed seats?" "Switched with a man in first class?" "Yeah, but I..." "Were you or anyone in this house approached by this woman?" "She worked for the Center for Disease Control." "She was murdered." "No." "I've never seen her." "Don't lie to me, Patrice." "I..." "Like I said, I don't..." "What the hell's going on, girls?" "Do you know what time it is?" "Carey Gold?" "Patrice is your daughter?" "Everyone." "Everyone." "Can I have your attention?" "Everyone, if I may?" "A toast!" "To Major Lillywhite." "A good man, a good friend." "Too pretty?" "Too human?" "Too tan?" "Alas, yes." "But I say, let us not judge a man by the color of his skin, but by the content of his character." "To Major!" "Hey, hey, there's a beverage here." "All right." "I'll miss you guys, too." "I mean it." "I'm gonna miss you guys." "Back at you, man." "Listen, can we talk?" "Yeah." "What's up?" "I hate to pull you out of there." "It's Liv." "She was supposed to be here a couple hours ago, now I can't get a hold of her." "Like, is this a thing she does or..." "No." "Sometimes she gets caught up in her work." "I'm sure something just came up." "Brace yourself." "You ready?" " Ready for what?" " Go get her, White Fang." "My." "You had a dog in there?" "Yeah, poor guy." "He's getting tired of hotel life." "I'll finally get him to my new place tomorrow." "He's gonna like having a yard." "I got a couple of brain tubes in my minifridge if you're hungry." "Or we can order room service." "I should get going." "It's probably getting late." "You know, I have to, confess something to you." "Yeah?" "I've been thinking about you since we met at the Baracus fundraiser." "Sure I can't talk you into staying?" "Perhaps joining me in the shower?" "Hey." "You know that guy?" "What guy?" "Guy in the dark coat just wandered in here, started drinking our beer." "Never seen him before." "Probably some wino, got a whiff of alcohol, sensed an opportunity." "Hey, buddy." "Yo, dude, look, it's..." "Zombies are abominations." "That's what we are." "Abominations!" "No." "I told Liv I didn't want her out there putting herself in..."