LIV: Previously on iZombie...
Could there be a better front for a serial killer?
I mean, he can cremate bodies, bury bodies.
Check out this Shady Plots surveillance photo.
That's Blaine, but the other guy.
- Doesn't it look like... - Major.
DU CLARK: There are zombies living among us.
Those 322 people are suspected zombies.
- You want me to kill them? - Yes.
DU CLARK: You know, the media's calling you the Chaos Killer.
The vic who went missing in Seward Park...
We just learned his pooch had one of those GPS tracking devices.
Blaine is selling Utopium.
He's taking on Mr. Boss.
Where to, boss?
RAVI: Drake? Working for Mr. Boss?
I've been dating a criminal.
Boss' guys figured out there's a rat.
You're gonna get me killed.
PEYTON: He's my star witness against Mr. Boss.
He's pretty much the whole case.
You're here because you need another zombie for your freezer?
MAJOR: Yeah.
BLAINE: Drake Holloway. MAJOR: On the list.
- You're a zombie again? - Yep.
This is an in-case-of-an-emergency break-glass potential cure.
BLAINE: Well, hopefully it works.
What is your go-to bagpipe player's name again?
I know it's Something McSomething, but...
Blaine?
Come on. Come on, man.
Wake up, wake up!
- Wake up! - Oh! Hey.
What's with the manhandling?
You were unconscious.
Most people call that sleeping, Scott E,
but way to add the drama.
It's Don E., Blaine.
You just called me Scott E.
Did I?
Oh, in my defense, you do look just like him.
- (ALTERNATIVE ROCK PLAYING) - (DOOR CLOSES)
(SHOWER RUNNING)
(DOOR LOCK CLICKS)
(SONG PLAYS FAINTLY)
(EXHALES)
(MOANS SOFTLY)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(CLATTERING)
(SNIFFING)
(MOANS)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
- (EXHALES) - (SHOWER CONTINUES RUNNING)
(MUFFLED SCREAM)
(GROANS)
(SONG CONTINUES PLAYING FAINTLY)
(RATTLING)
(LAUGHS)
Oh, you guys can drop the boxes right there.
Hey, there.
How happy are you to have me back as your roommate?
Pretty damn happy.
Mmm.
Oh, we should really change the locks, by the way.
Yeah, there was this loud tenant living above me who my landlord refused to evict.
Plus, I'm a lawyer, okay?
If I can't get out of a one-page lease, I should be disbarred.
(CHUCKLES)
What is happening over there?
I literally cannot lift my arms.
Why did I get all the boxes of books?
Because you made me carry the furniture all by myself.
Oh, this is fun.
Please, try and rent the apartment across the hall.
So we can be like the friends from Friends?
Oh! Yes!
Fantastic idea!
Peyton is Monica-esque.
You're clearly a Rachel.
Type A. Relationship drama.
Yeah. Remember the episode when Ross and Rachel break up
because she's a zombie who wants to solve murder cases?
Mmm. That was so us.
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
(CHUCKLES)
Who's calling me this late?
(SING-SONG VOICE) Booty call.
(SING-SONG VOICE) Or family emergency.
(SING-SONG VOICE) Butt dial.
Hello?
That son-of-a-bitch-bastard cheated on me!
I caught him in the parking lot during my break.
I'm sorry, who is this?
Cassidy. Kozlowski?
You gave me your card a couple months ago.
You tried to get me to roll over on Nick Costas,
but I was all Stand By Your Man and crap.
Cassidy. Yes.
You're Nick "The Stick's" girlfriend.
Look, I know every single criminal thing
that two-timing bucket-of-scum has done, okay?
I got names. Details.
I know where a major Mr. Boss stash house is.
I want to destroy Nick, okay?
I want to flatten his friggin' nuts
in a friggin' vice and use them as friggin' air hockey pucks!
You're doing the right thing.
CASSIDY: Go sit on a screw!
- Excuse me? - That wasn't to you. Hold on one sec.
Some jerk's pulling over.
I'm not hitchhiking, idiot!
(GROANS)
(TIRES SCREECHING)
Cassidy?
(THEME SONG PLAYING)
(RAVI GROANS)
Bad news.
One of our eyewitnesses is dead
and the other's not talking.
So, we know from your DA friend
that a car was approaching before Cassidy's phone cut out.
I don't know. Seems like somebody
drove by and whacked her head
like a curb-side mailbox.
Oh, so we're looking for two people,
the person driving the car and the passenger who did the swinging.
Well, Cassidy's boyfriend had some serious probable cause.
Yeah, Nick "the Stick."
One of Mr. Boss's guys.
Lucky for us, he's on probation
and wears a court-mandated ankle monitor.
I'm just waiting to hear back
on his whereabouts for the time of the murder.
Mmm. A guy with an ankle monitor gets a hot girlfriend.
Yet some women won't date a guy who wears Crocs.
(CELL PHONE BUZZING)
Babineaux.
At least Cassidy knew she was dating a criminal.
I bet you think this dead stripper's about you. Don't you?
I just can't believe how stupid I was.
I let myself believe that Drake was a good guy
because I wanted him to be one.
Now he's dropped off the face of the earth
and I can't find him to break up with him
or to confront him about working for Mr. Boss.
Liv, sometimes closure's a bad thing.
It didn't work out too well for poor Cassidy.
Nick's our guy.
His ankle monitor puts him at the time and place of the murder.
We'll use it to track him down and arrest him.
Why can't they all be this easy?
Hooray for dumb criminals!
I can't believe you're passing up this opportunity.
As I understand it,
women pay top dollar for pole dancing classes.
No way.
I've had my eye on the guy in drawer number three.
A terminally-ill hiking enthusiast
who committed suicide so that he could go out on his own terms.
I mean, the exercise'll be good for me,
quality time in the great outdoors.
No visions of gross men putting their hands all over me.
PEYTON: Hey!
Hi!
Peyton, what a pleasant surprise!
If I had I known you'd be dropping by,
I would've worn my less bloody lab coat.
Never visiting you at work again.
(INHALES SHARPLY) I was hoping you had something for me.
From Cassidy?
Have you already eaten it?
Oh. Is that her brain there?
I wasn't planning on it.
We already know that her boyfriend killed her, so...
Liv, Cassidy has information that's vital to the Mr. Boss case.
Information she wanted me to have.
She told me she knows where a major Mr. Boss stash house is.
If you need to eat a brain anyway, you mind,
eating Cassidy's?
(SIGHS DEEPLY)
(VOCALIZING)
Okay. Where's the stash house?
(GRUNTS)
Anything about Hong Kong suppliers?
Or shipment schedules?
- No. - Hmm.
Cassidy said she knew every criminal thing Nick was involved with.
Maybe just start with that?
I'm gonna start with throwing this frickin' plate across the room
if you don't step the hell off.
Okay.
I mean, you're asking me a favor
and you're all up in my business.
Uh, I believe the brain is officially kicking in.
That's great.
Maybe try closing your eyes.
Focus on the phrase, "Stash house."
(INHALES) "Stash house."
"Stash house."
It's not about focusing, okay?
It's not Pop-A-Shot.
I am gonna need something to trigger the vision.
Then let's just do that.
Where should we go to trigger you?
(SIGHS)
- (DANCE MUSIC PLAYING) - (WHISTLING)
Okay, so, what now?
Now we enjoy this awesome song.
Did that dancer just accept a tip with her butt cheeks?
That's just...
I mean, how does she even know how much he gave her?
Oh, she knows.
We should come up with a game plan.
Anyone looking for some company?
Yeah! That's what I'm talking about.
White and tight.
Go make some new friends, honey.
Pasty-ass ho.
You wanna go?
I will kick you right back to the trailer park
where you used to make out with your uncle.
You need to come to daddy.
No. No, she doesn't.
- Liv! - How much for a lap dance?
- 20? - I'm a lawyer.
40?
Oh, hey, I'm a lawyer.
Well, almost.
I'm a 3L at U-Dub. How much law school debt are you in?
Lots.
(CLICKS TONGUE) Not me.
Olivia. I like how your mouth looks when you say that.
Olivia.
All right. Yeah, we're done here.
(CLEARS THROAT)
This is how you trigger a vision?
Yeah. No matter what brain I'm on,
I just sit on some strange knuckle-nut's lap and "Poof," vision!
(SIGHS)
Look, you want a stripper vision triggered?
We're gonna have to break a few eggs.
Follow me.
Uh...
- (DANCE MUSIC PLAYING) - No, no, no.
It's a lap dance.
Low mileage.
No knee to groin contact.
I'm your best friend.
Yeah. That's why this is awkward.
So, with some other girl it would be fine?
(SIGHS)
Wait. Do you not find me attractive?
What do you want me to say?
I want you to appreciate how freakin' hot I am.
- Okay. - Why do have to make it all emotional?
I have a body, all right?
Can't you just think of me as a sexual object?
Fine. Whatever.
You want to back up that booty, back it up.
Let's see what you got.
Oh, I'll show you what I got.
Oh, bring it.
You know it's still 20 bucks, right?
(SIGHS)
Ooh. Sorry.
Uh, I didn't know you were home.
I was looking for my nail clippers.
Be honest, man.
When I leave the house, you like to try on my clothes just to feel close to me.
Sometimes.
When did you get a safe?
I should get one, shouldn't I? Seems very adult and...
(CLOSET CLOSES)
Uh, is it fireproof?
It's just a safe.
Ooh, do you have room in there for my green card
- and my pristine... - I don't. It's...
Full... It's lots of stuff.
All right, then. That's that.
(SIGHS)
(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)
(CELL PHONE VIBRATING)
Clive?
Seriously?
They found Nick's ankle monitor in some tourist's backpack.
Uh-huh.
Do I need to get,
"I'll tell you if I have a vision," tattooed on my forehead?
Yes, Clive.
All right. Okay. Bye.
I heard.
Rumor is Mr. Boss has a go-to guy for removing ankle monitors.
You're so smart.
You must be amazing at your job.
Liv, can we go find the bar, please?
Another text from Blaine.
He missed a meeting we had this morning to go over his testimony.
Now he keeps leaving me these bizarre messages.
I'll have to go see him.
I'll go with you.
I want to ask him about Drake. Ah!
Did that bitch just flick me in the face with her pony tail?
- I think it was an accident. - It is on!
I am gonna smack the wet n wild right off her face!
Does it help for me to mention this isn't really you?
Hey! You in the stall!
You're gonna flick me in the grill
with your cheap-ass
wannabe-Ariana-Grande clip-on
and then just hide in the bathroom?
Hey!
CASSIDY: Nick!
Open the door, Nick!
Nick's not here.
You need to get out of here!
Now!
(GASPS)
Did you just...
(SOFTLY) I saw the stash house.
It had, like, a reinforced steel door
and a mailbox labeled "Thompson."
Did you get an address?
It's just...
Thompson? It's...
Kind of a needle in a haystack.
Sorry there's legwork.
(DOOR RATTLES)
(SOBS) Look, my friend was just killed and I'm really upset,
okay?
Oh. Hey.
I'm so sorry.
I'm Liv.
This is Peyton.
She's a district attorney, and I'm the medical examiner from the Seattle PD.
We're looking into Cassidy's death.
Look...
I know everyone thinks it's Nick,
but Cassidy had this regular customer,
and they got into a massive fight last night.
I mean, it was so bad the bouncers had to kick him out.
And the only reason let him back in tonight
is 'cause he's, like, famous or something.
He's here? Now?
(DANCE MUSIC PLAYING)
There he is there.
Got it.
LIV: Johnny Frost.
Oh, crap.
(GASPS)
Oh. Is that the weatherman from the news?
Cassidy was my ATF.
All Time Favorite.
But you fought with Cassidy the night she was killed.
Okay, yeah,
because I'd just discovered she bilked me out of tens of thousands of dollars
through identity theft.
She was pretending to be you?
She had my credit card more than I did.
(SOFTLY) My secret card.
The one I use for expenses
I didn't want the wife to know about,
strip club tabs,
porn site memberships, trips to Bangkok.
Anything that makes me happy.
And then I get a bill for $45,000.
And lots of the charges screamed stripper.
Tattooed eyeliner, laser hair removal...
Chantilly lace plunge teddy with a mesh Y-back.
You know, we haven't been properly introduced, I'm Johnny...
(GRUNTS)
Look, I was upset because Cassidy was stealing,
but, we had a special bond.
Truly.
I'm not sure I'll ever get over losing her.
I'm free now, Mr. Frost.
Ready to hit the champagne room?
You'll have to excuse me. Destiny is calling.
Coming, Destiny.
Can we go now?
I feel like I want to take a bunch of showers.
We could stop by Blaine's.
Make that water really earn its keep.
(DOOR OPENING)
Hi.
We need to talk to Blaine.
Mind letting him know we're here?
He's not around.
Sorry.
When will he be back?
It's hard to say.
(SCOFFS) Because the words are too big or because...
- You know what... - We have company!
So much for staying on the D.L.
Can I interest you ladies in a cup of decaf java?
Organic, fair trade, shade-grown,
barely discernible carbon footprint.
There's going to be a discernible carbon footprint
on your ass if you don't cut the crap.
- Excuse me? - Have you seen Drake lately?
- Drake? - No. Not for a few days.
Do you know where he is?
I genuinely don't know.
Is there anything else I can help you two with?
You could not torpedo our case against Mr. Boss,
stop blowing off our meetings.
We need to discuss your testimony.
I'm sorry. We had a meeting scheduled?
Really?
(SIGHS)
(OVER VOICE MAIL) Hi, this is Blaine. DeBeers.
You're on my calendar today.
Not sure what that's about.
Okay, bye.
- I have four of those. - Right.
Right. I'm so sorry for the inconvenience.
Why are you acting so weird?
- What, are you high? - Probably?
Your immunity does not come free.
Pull yourself together,
next time I call to reschedule, make yourself available.
And when you see Drake, tell him I'm looking for him.
Mmm.
Ugh! Milk's gone bad.
Did it? I just bought it yesterday.
The world's an imperfect place. (GROANS)
Major, look at this.
Doesn't that look like Minor?
It just looks like every other basset hound in the world.
Right, but the markings.
Look at the timeline.
Colin Andrews went missing on November 13th.
That's the day you brought Minor home.
Do you remember the exact day I brought him home?
Same day Peyton showed up on our doorstep, so, yeah.
- Ah. - This is unbelievable.
Maybe you should call the police.
It's possible you saw the Chaos Killer and you don't know it.
Ravi, that's not even Minor.
Colin Andrews's dog Penny was found on a bus on January 14th.
Isn't that right around the time you took Minor back to his owner?
How did he wind up on a bus?
(CHUCKLES)
I think, you're losing it, my friend.
That's not Minor.
I gotta work.
Uh, Major...
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
(HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC STOPS)
Gonna lose a hand turning off a girl's music like that.
Detective Vega. Vice.
I need a moment of your time.
What can I do for you, Detective?
We know you've been dating Drake Holloway.
We're trying to locate him.
We had drinks a couple nights ago at The Snake Eye.
I haven't heard from him since.
You sure about that?
Yes.
Let me know if he contacts you.
What was that about?
Nothing. Don't worry about it.
You know, I'm having trouble locating Nick.
I could use some help sussing out the other woman
if you're not otherwise occupied.
Hey, ladies.
Cops are here.
They've got a couple of questions about Cassidy.
Is everyone decent?
Hate for them to see us naked.
Yeah, they're good. Come on in.
Sorry for the interruption, ladies.
We're looking for Nick Costas
in connection with Cassidy's murder.
We have information indicating he was romantically-involved
with someone other than Cassidy.
We were hoping one of you might know who it is.
You should ask Destiny.
She's always sniffing around Mr. Boss' guys.
You'd wrap your legs around anything with money, Sapphire.
I saw you trying to get with a parking meter.
DESTINY: Trinity.
You hooked up with "The Stick" back in the day.
A one-timer. I date CEOs, not gangsters.
The night Cassidy bit it,
she came back from her break
screaming about how she just caught Nick
banging some other chick, and that she was gonna send his ass to jail.
Did anyone else see Nick here that night?
We all did. He was completely wasted.
He was practically passed out on the rails when I was on stage.
Look, we know where Nick is.
We've got squad cars
heading over to pick him up as we speak.
But if anyone knows who the other woman is...
I saw Helvetica grinding him in the storage room once.
You did not.
Maybe I'm wrong,
but, you do bring a lot of guys in there.
Did you just call me a whore?
What are you gonna do about it?
HELVETICA: What am I gonna do about it?
Why don't you say it again to my face?
SAPPHIRE: I'm gonna rip that bead out of your hair.
HELVETICA: Say it again, I dare you.
CLIVE: The blonde in the back?
After I said the cops were on the way to pick up Nick,
she started texting on the sly.
We should wait until she gets off work. Follow her.
Should we sit at the tip rail or do you want to grab a table?
I meant wait in the car.
Uh, Xiaojie!
Xiaojie!
(SPEAKING MANDARIN)
CASSIDY: Go sit on a screw!
(TIRES SCREECHING)
(GASPS)
- The shoe shine guy. - What about him?
He witnessed the murder.
(SPEAKING MANDARIN)
He saw Cassidy get hit
but he didn't see who was inside the car.
He feels bad for not going to the police.
He's in the country illegally.
What kind of car was it?
(SPEAKING MANDARIN)
He said a blue hatchback.
The manager's already getting me a list of the employees and customers,
the ones who used credit cards the night Cassidy was murdered.
I'll run the names at the DMV
and see if anyone has a blue hatchback.
(GROANS)
Dr. Chakrabarti.
How's it hanging?
Oh, it's hanging fine. Thank you.
Uh, I was just dropping off a death certificate.
Listen, um...
I have a strange question.
I'm a real dog person,
and I was wondering whatever happened to that basset hound
whose owner was taken by the Chaos Killer.
I guess they found him on a bus.
Did anyone adopt him?
The victim's brother took him in.
Ah, happy ending. Excellent.
Hey, before you go, can you take a look at something?
Of course.
Recognize that guy?
No. Should I?
I guess not.
- Mmm. - Thanks for your time.
LIV: How do you not have any food in your car?
Because you already ate
two granola bars and my emergency almonds.
Can't I just go peek in the window?
I mean, how do we know Nick is even in there?
Oh, he's in there.
The car he murdered Cassidy in is right there
on the other side of that bush.
LIV: Holy crap.
I think I just willed myself a pizza.
This way, pizza boy.
Mama wants some pepperoni.
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)
$15.75.
Thirty minutes or less my left nut.
Nick Costas,
you're under arrest for the murder of Cassidy Kozlowski.
You've got the wrong guy, man.
I was passed out drunk when Cassidy got killed.
I woke up in my own bed, and my ankle tracker was gone.
We have an eyewitness who ID'd a blue hatchback at the scene of the crime.
What do you think the chances are forensics discovers
Cassidy's blood on the side of that car?
Uh, slim?
(CAR ALARM BEEPS)
Well, you're still under arrest
for violating probation
by tampering with the court-mandated ankle monitor.
(SOBS INCONSOLABLY)
(BAWLING) I'm just so afraid...
Of Nick?
Are you afraid of Nick?
(CONTINUES SOBBING)
Gran...
Who's Gran? Does he work for Mr. Boss?
Finding out that...
(SOBBING INCONSOLABLY)
Finding out what, Lorelei?
That, that, I'm...
That I'm an...
An accomplice?
An accessory?
Exotic...
(STAMMERING)
Are you frickin' kidding me?
...dancer. (BAWLS)
Is this chick crying
because her granny's finding out she's a stripper?
You're being questioned in a murder case
because you're a suspect.
- (BAWLING) - Oh, my God.
(SCOFFS) It's like a frickin' Adele concert in here.
More information. Less tears and snot.
Lorelei, we need to know what happened
the night Cassidy was killed.
Were you with Nick when he left the club?
(SOBBING INCONSOLABLY)
That was like interrogating a puddle.
She'll calm down eventually and want a deal.
(RINGING)
Babineaux.
(SCOFFS) Are you sure about that?
Okay. Thanks. Bye.
What was that?
That list of names I ran through the DMV...
One of the Voulez Vous patrons has a blue 1972 Chevelle Fastback
registered under his name.
And you'll never guess who it is.
Well, don't just tell me. I want to stand here waiting like a jackass.
Our friend Johnny Frost.
Okay, that did deserve a buildup.
Ravi! Guess who is back.
What the hell is happening here?
Blaine is having some issue with his memory.
DON E: It's a little more than an issue.
He can't remember anything.
Who he is. Who we are.
Does he remember that he's a dick?
I can smack him in the head a couple hundred times.
See if that shakes something loose.
Do you know me?
Unfortunately, yeah.
Oh, wait. What's the last brain he ate?
Last what? Brain?
This guy, Dave.
Did Dave have Alzheimer's, dementia?
(CHUCKLES) No.
The Dave he ate crossed the finish line
on a cross-country bicycle ride for charity,
and then got hit by a drunk driver.
It's unlikely his loss of memory has been caused by a brain.
Blaine is human again.
Again?
He must've taken the cure.
The cure for what?
The cure for being an undead psychopath.
Now you're just a psychopath.
You might have to change your business cards.
Wait, how was I not human?
Look, I thought you were taking me to a doctor.
I need to see a real doctor. This is a morgue.
Liv...
I'm not kidding.
I'm about to help him to a fistful of, "Cut the crap"
if this doesn't stop.
Look.
I don't think he's faking.
I've highlighted all of the charges that aren't mine.
I mean, does this sound like me?
$100 for eyelash extensions,
640 at a store called Pump Me, Pumps,
six grand for a Vespa...
Vespa, huh?
$200 at Home Run Modeling.
No. Wait, that might be mine.
We're interested in your blue Chevelle.
It matches the description of the car
used in Cassidy's murder.
I don't own a Chevelle, but,
$11,000 of my hard-earned credit line was spent on one.
I have a photocopy of the license the thief used when he bought the car.
I hired my ex-wife's PI when all this went down.
You hired your ex-wife's PI?
The guy's a pro.
Total lack of ethics.
He broke into my doctor's office
and took pictures of my medical records.
That how the ex proved I gave her...
Ah! Ah, here it is.
- (SIGHS) - Hey! I know this guy!
I'm pretty sure he worked for Mr. Boss.
You know his name?
No.
But I know someone who will.
PEYTON: Pablo Balaban.
Nick's best friend.
Literally, his partner in crime.
Anything else I should know before I bring him in?
You haven't granted him immunity, have you?
I understand why you're mad, Clive, but I had...
Still have the opportunity to take down Mr. Boss.
John Deaux had a small-time drug bust.
That's all I knew.
No DA in America doesn't make that deal.
But we told you who he was, and you still let him go.
The deal was signed. Notarized.
Make the Chaos Killer case.
Make the Meat Cute case.
I want to see him behind bars.
(SIGHS) I'm going to go call the station.
Get the ball rolling on tracking down Pablo Balaban.
So, my people have been working around the clock
trying to track down the house that has a Thompson mailbox
and a heavy duty security screen door.
I have some options for you to check out.
That's the one from my vision. I'm sure of it.
This... This is big, Liv.
This is really big.
I've got an address for Pablo. We should get going.
I can drop you back at the station.
(POLICE SIRENS WAILING)
(GUNS COCKING)
(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO CHATTER)
Exit the vehicle with your hands in the air.
All right. Cuff them.
(HANDCUFFS CLICK)
Damn.
Four numbers.
Used in a six digit code.
Fantastic.
(MUMBLES)
Okay.
- House number. - (BEEPING)
Anniversary with Liv.
(SAFE ALARM BEEPING)
Door number.
College football number.
Anniversary with Liv.
Birth year.
House number.
College football number.
(SAFE ALARM BEEPING)
Pee-wee football number.
High school football number.
Anniversary with Liv.
(SAFE CLICKS OPEN)
"Fantalyne."
Horse sedative?
You got me on identity theft.
That's all.
I got nothing to do with what happened to Cassidy.
It was a two-person job.
Someone drove the car, and someone hit Cassidy.
An eyewitness puts your car at the scene of the crime.
I was in County General waiting to get stitches when Cassidy was killed.
Bar fight.
I know I signed in and there was a bunch of security cameras.
It's not going to be hard to check out.
And where was your car?
As far as I know, it was in the garage.
I'm not changing my story because it's true.
I don't remember anything.
I got black-out drunk and woke up the next day.
Happy to take a lie detector test if you want.
Your boyfriend's alibi checks out,
but you don't seem to have one.
In fact, your shift ended shortly before the murder.
Why the hell do I need an alibi?
Why would I kill the girl?
Cassidy told a room full of dancers
that she wanted to send Nick to jail.
Now that's motive.
I heard Nick's ankle monitor puts him at the scene.
Come on!
I didn't have any beef with Cassidy.
Same can't be said for Nick and Lorelei, can it?
We've got you for identity theft,
taking the credit card info from customers at Voulez Vous,
providing them to Pablo.
You're looking at 10 years.
Are you sure you're telling us everything?
If I testified who I saw getting into the car,
what could you do for me?
She said what?
Destiny said she saw you and Nick
get inside Pablo's blue hatchback
minutes before Cassidy was killed.
You were worried about grandma knowing you're a stripper.
How's granny gonna feel
when she finds out you're a murderer?
Cassidy tells everyone she was gonna send Nick to prison.
Nick's drunk, so you're driving.
He sees Cassidy walking along the road.
He decides he knows how to make his problems go away.
We don't believe you're the murdering type, Lorelei.
Just tell us what happened. Nick did it, didn't he?
How do you think you're gonna do in prison, honey?
Destiny is lying.
She didn't see me get into the car with Nick.
He was passed out drunk.
I couldn't take him home on my Vespa.
So Destiny helped me get him into Pablo's car.
Destiny had me drive her home because she was so pissed.
Cassidy is psychotic.
It's not just Nick that's going to go down when she starts
blabbing to the cops, you know.
It's Nick and Pablo.
My man's gotta pay with his life
because Nick's sick of screwing Cassidy?
LORELEI: And then, we saw her...
Go sit on a screw!
There she is. Pull up! Pull up!
What are you going to do?
Gonna scare her. That's all.
- (TIRES SCREECHING) - DESTINY: Gun it!
(CASSIDY SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)
(SCREAMING)
I had no idea Destiny was going to hit her.
I swear.
Why should we believe you?
I know where the tire iron is.
That'll have her fingerprints all over it, won't it?
She threw it out of the car window
while we were driving down the highway.
It was by mileage marker 48,
I figured I might need to remember that.
I'll request a search.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
Check it out, chief.
REPORTER: (ON TABLET) More than 1.9 million dollars
of contraband was seized
in the raid of a compound
linked to reputed Seattle crime lord, Stacey Boss.
We continue to put a dent in Mr. Boss's criminal empire.
For anyone in the Utopia trade...
It's a sign, man.
It's not like our fearless leader is up to the task.
We'll never get a chance like this again.
I want this, buddy.
Let those bitches try and kill me now.
Welcome back, Destiny.
You wanna guess whose fingerprints
we found on that tire iron?
She was gonna send my man to jail.
Does Pablo know what you did?
LIV: There's loyalty and there's being an idiot.
Sometimes it looks the same.
If you love someone despite what they do,
you're lying to yourself.
You can't love someone you don't really know.
But it can sure as hell feel like you do.
I really need to talk to Drake.
He's dead, honey.
(SOBS) I know he's dead.
What?
Mr. Boss killed him. I know it!
I talk to my son two or three times a day,
and I haven't heard from him in four days.
Oh, please... Please come in, won't you?
I'd love the company.
(SOBS)
I was just looking through some pictures.
(SOBBING)
Oh, my beautiful boy.
Oh, here he is at his first karate tournament.
Kicked everybody else's butt.
Well...
(SOBS)
And here he is at his Junior Spring Formal.
- (SNIFFLES) - Look at his hair.
Yeah.
- (SOBS) - What's that from?
That's Drake, the day he graduated
from the police academy.
I told him I didn't want him working undercover.
It's too dangerous, I said.
I should warn you.
I haven't been able to eat all day
and I'm just crossing over
from low blood sugar to downright crabby.
Ravi...
It took me a remarkably long time to understand what this was.
- (STAMMERS) You have to let me... - "Tim Addis.
"Monday. Wednesday. Friday."
I can explain...
"Drives kids to school. 7:30 to 8:00.
"Evelyn Morris, housekeeper.
"Leaves at 4:30. No alarm."
- Ravi, please... - You knew
Colin Andrews went for a run with his dog
in Seward Park every evening.
Of course, we know where that dog ended up.
Why did you do this?
Because I have the right to know
if I'm living with a murderer!
I should know if my friend is killing people!
I'm not killing people!
What? They're not people?
They're zombies?
So, what's Liv to you?
Ravi, you don't understand!
You stalk them, Major.
You hunt them and you drug them,
and I am terrified to find out what you...
Stop!