LIV: Previously on iZombie...
He must've taken the cure.
Blaine is having some issue with his memory.
You can't remember anything.
We know you've been seeing that gal in the morgue.
This girl's the one good thing I got in my life.
I told him I didn't want him working undercover.
I have the right to know if I'm living with a murderer!
Stop!
Welcome back to Pacific West University Student Radio.
Tonight, our two candidates
for president of the student senate
are taking questions from our listeners.
And our first one comes from Jenn K, via Twitter,
"Why should I care about the election?
"Hashtag, real talk."
Bailey, your response?
My first priority is to make the student senate accessible to the student body.
As Thomas Paine once said,
"It is not in numbers, but in unity,
"that our great strength lies."
BRODY: Ugh. There you go again.
First, Jenn, you sound super-hot.
"Hashtag, let's hang out."
As House of Pain once said,
"Get out your seat, and jump around."
RADIO HOST: A stirring rebuttal.
Okay, our next tweet comes from Jackie.
What the hell was that?
Brody should be legally required to wear a helmet.
The first line of his bio says that he's a, quote, "ass-o-holic,"
and he just owned you.
Why didn't you drop that bomb?
Because I'm a pacifist. I gotta go.
(EXHALES)
What happened?
RAVI: Let me see, what was it?
Oh, yeah, um...
I accused you of being the Chaos Killer,
you turned into a raging zombie,
I tranquilized you.
- How do you feel? - Honestly? Hungry.
Like, zombie hungry.
I can help with that.
We'll head down to the morgue soon,
but let's not bury the lead.
You're the Chaos Killer?
(SIGHS) Technically, I'm the "Chaos Kidnapper."
No one is dead, they're frozen.
In preparation for their long-haul interstellar journey?
Okay, Max Rager knows about zombies.
And they know that they are, at least, partly, to blame for them.
They want to get rid of the evidence.
They identify potential zombies through purchases.
Okay, so, hot sauce, tanning, hair dye.
But there are hundreds of names.
They learned that I can detect zombies.
So now they have me going down the list,
taking out anyone who sets off my zombie-sense.
Did you consider turning down their offer?
They said they'd murder everyone on the list starting with Liv.
I see. That's a tough first offer.
I thought that if I could make Max Rager think that I was killing them,
freeze them instead, you could come up with a cure,
and there would be a big happy ending for everyone.
(SIGHS)
We have to tell Liv.
- We can't. - I'm going to tell her then.
Okay, look, everything I have done has been to protect her.
Not to be funny, but that's what she said.
You see more of Liv than anyone.
Just answer this question honestly.
Has she or has she not decided
that the only way she can make herself feel vital
is to be some crusader for justice?
It's brought some meaning to her life, to be sure.
Okay, then ask yourself,
if we tell Liv the truth,
do you think this new version of Liv
is liable to do something that'll get herself killed?
Where is he?
- Ma'am... - Where's Mr. Boss?
Where is he?
Tell me where Drake is, or it's your ass.
(HOWARD AND LIV GRUNTING)
(BLENDER WHIRRING)
Mmm.
Tastes nasty...
Oh, but feels great. (EXHALES)
So how close are you to a new cure?
Yeah, about that, um...
I've been successful turning a zombie rat back into a normal rat.
So now, it's time to try it on a two-legged zombie.
A two-legged zombie has already taken it.
Blaine?
He injected himself before I could do proper testing. He thought he was dying.
I know I should want you to say that the cure worked perfectly...
Well, he's no longer a zombie.
But...
Side effects may include complete memory loss.
He's still functional, still Blaine in many ways.
He just can't recall anything he did, or anyone he met,
prior to taking this cure.
Unless, of course he's faking.
DON E: Professor of linguistics? That'd be whack, yo.
(LAUGHING) High school vice principal?
Bluegrass-folk musician.
Sold.
Keeping this one for us.
Hey, champ. What can we do for you?
I found the Shady Plots deed of ownership in my office.
You're Donny, right?
- Don E. - A-ha.
- And he's Chief? - Yep.
So who's "John Deaux"?
My nom de guerre.
Why do you need an alias to own a funeral home?
Don't worry about the deed.
Your job is to upsell the bereaved.
You got that covered?
Yeah, for the most part.
I can remember coffin models and prices
like it's the days of the week,
but when clients come in from before, I'm lost.
They seem to know me, but I have no clue who they are.
Fake it till you make it.
What is it you do down here?
That's downstairs business. You just concern yourself with upstairs business.
Division of labor, Grand Master B.
That's how productivity happens.
- Somebody's gonna catch us. - Let's hope.
(GIRL GASPS)
Stop.
What is that?
Let's find out.
(SCREAMING)
LIV: Wake up!
You won't believe the night I had.
I might. (GROANS)
Liv, I've got something to tell you.
Drake is a cop.
He what?
An undercover vice detective.
Oh, my God.
That's why he was working for Mr. Boss.
And Drake's mom thinks Mr. Boss found out and had him killed.
Well, what do you think?
I'm not sure.
I just beat the snot out of one of his goons trying to get answers,
but he didn't know anything.
- You did what? - He started it.
- He... - He tried to manhandle me.
So you went Jack Bauer on him?
Are you mental?
Okay, I might need to get off stripper brain.
What did you have to tell me?
Oh, right, that.
Um...
Major's a zombie.
Oh, no.
Is he okay?
For now. He's asleep in my office.
This is not your fault. You only scratched him to save his life.
Yeah, and then, he said he would've rather I let him die.
I think, I might have found a way
to tweak his perspective on that front, for now.
MAJOR: ♪ Oh, what a beautiful morning
♪ Oh, what a beautiful day ♪
We're inside.
Well, that is where the warmest rays of light come from, inside.
You told her, right?
She would've noticed.
Well, turns out all I needed was a little disco nap
to turn my frown upside down.
You know, being a zombie ain't so bad.
Leslie Morgan. You gave him leftover positivity brain.
I did. But that was the last of it.
You know that this elevated mood you're experiencing is temporary, right?
Look, let's not worry about tomorrow
until we're done enjoying today.
Okay, but when this everything-is-awesome brain wears off,
- I want you to know how sorry I am. - Shh...
Love means never having to say you're sorry.
I've got hair to dye and some skin to spray-tan.
Carpe diem!
Can we play hooky and follow him around for the rest of the day?
(PHONES BUZZING)
Unfortunately, no. We've got a body.
Couple skinny-dippers snuck in last night.
Found her floating, dead in the pool.
She was strangled to death with a cord of some sort.
Garroted, like Luca Brasi.
Fitting that she too, then went to sleep with the fishes.
(IMITATING MARLON BRANDO) It's a Sicilian message.
It means Luca Brasi sleeps with the fishes.
- That was Don Corleone. - No it wasn't.
And it was Clemenza who said that line, anyway.
Victim's friend is here.
Wants to talk to the detective in charge.
Brody Johnson did this.
Brody from Zeta Beta Theta?
Yeah, beer pong king, streaking enthusiast,
Johnny Manziel fan club president, that Brody.
- You know him? - We've met.
Why would he want to kill her?
He was running against Bailey for president of the student senate.
They must really take their student government seriously here.
We found out that Brody never took his SATs,
he had someone else do it for him.
Bailey told him that if he didn't withdraw from the race,
she was going to get him expelled.
Anyone else getting blackmailed by Bailey?
No.
Look, Bailey was a super-achiever.
She was just a little hyper-competitive, hyper-focused.
You put her on a project, and she could shut everything else out.
Bailey was gonna kill it in the real world.
This happens, and all of that work...
It was all for nothing.
Blood work shows elevated levels of dextro and levoamphetamines.
Adderall?
It is used recreationally by some.
I don't think that's how Bailey used it.
I wonder if we would've been friends
if we'd met before I became a zombie.
Definitely.
Like me for my antidotes, love me for my anecdotes.
I mean, do you think you'd still had been friends with me?
I was a lot like Bailey.
Obsessed with accolades, grades, accomplishments.
Always wanting a pat on the head.
Noted. You don't have to sample Bailey's brains.
We might find you some others.
I think they might help.
Keep me focused on work and not just freaking out about Drake.
Hang in there, my gut says he's gonna resurface.
Mmm, that smells familiar.
Like something I had in Taiwan,
from a street cart in the capital city.
Taipei?
Ooh, look at you, always with the answers.
- (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING) - AUSTIN: Work it, live it.
Love it, bro.
(CHUCKLES) Very presidential.
Bro! Bring it in like Flynn! Oh...
Mmm, you smell good!
You back here down to pound?
Wanna go back to the house, play some flip cup, maybe touch bits?
Not even a little.
- This isn't a social call. - Oh, hey, dude.
Doesn't mean it can't become one, right?
You never know where the night's gonna take you.
Did last night take you to the pool?
Oh, the Bailey thing. Two murders in one year.
What are the odds?
Campaign had to totally switch gears.
What do you think?
"Brody Johnson. Your best and only choice."
- Goosebumps. - Yeah.
Do any of your talking points address
why you had someone else take your SATs for you?
Okay, first of all, the SATs are culturally biased.
It's a fact.
And B, are multiple-choice tests even within your jurisdiction?
No, but murder is.
We know Bailey threatened to expose your academic fraud.
That gives you motive.
Oh, you think I killed her?
- Oh. - (CHUCKLES)
Yeah, no. No, I did not. I did not kill her.
Bro, come on. It's me.
The only thing I've murdered is ass.
Besides, Bailey was never gonna go through with that threat.
Why not?
Same reason Russia never tried to nuke us.
Mutually assured destruction.
(LAUGHS)
C Plus in 20th Century American History, what?
Well, we had dirt on her, too.
My bro's cousin's girlfriend's roommate
saw her getting busted selling Addy.
But the school pulled strings, got the charges dropped. Bailey was their golden girl.
Where were you last night, after the radio debate?
Me and Austin were having a D and M.
A deep and meaningful?
You know, like when you grab a bottle of whiskey
and you just walk and talk about life.
True story, bro.
You two went on a walk? That's what you're going to go with?
What's with the tone, bro?
You've changed.
What did you do today? Watch TV?
Surf the web? Do your laundry?
What do you wish you would've done instead?
We could all use a little extra kick sometimes.
Life's a bitch.
This is the slap.
Super Max.
(KITE SQUAWKS)
You're welcome!
♪ Live to the Max, Super Max! ♪
NARRATOR: Super Max!
(GROANING LOUDLY)
Whoo!
That's Rob Thomas.
I mean, there's something so compelling about the stuff he writes.
And on a related note,
did you know that you were conceived at a Santana concert?
Oh, get over it.
Let me out of here.
Yeah, I can't, pumpkin. I can't.
You're a threat to human existence.
And, more importantly, to me.
You know what, just try to enjoy a little R and R,
while we're trying to find a cure.
Oh, that's your plan?
(SCOFFS) To cure me.
DU CLARK: It's my top priority.
I mean, after the Super Max launch.
But once that's done, it's all hands on deck to make you back into a redhead.
Oh, and you did like the ad though, right?
(CHUCKLING) Knew it. Be good.
(HISSES)
BENEDETTO: You're Drake Holloway's girlfriend, right?
Liv Moore. Looking for Detective Vega.
He's not here. I'm his better half.
Lou Benedetto.
I spoke to Drake's mother, yesterday.
I'm sorry that's how you had to find out that he was undercover.
We're doing everything we can to find him.
Does it help for you to know that
the last time I saw Drake, he was getting into a car with Stacey Boss?
Hey, I thought we were meeting at Homicide and coming over together.
Oh, sorry. I thought we said we'd meet here.
Detective Benedetto? Clive Babineaux. Homicide.
Yeah, Babineaux.
You're on quite a hot streak, solving case after case.
No, it takes a village.
Bailey Barker. Strangled. Left floating in the PWU pool.
A witness claims she was busted for selling Adderall, but her record's clean.
PWU is your stomping grounds, ring any bells?
A CI caught her on a wire, a couple months ago.
I put a little scare in her and I set her free.
She was one of those kids...
Your life will be ruined.
You want to spend the next 10 years in jail?
(GASPS)
So that was that?
You don't think she was caught up in some drug thing?
No, she was just a kid who wanted to study longer and harder than anyone else.
All right, thank you.
It was more than a little scare.
Benedetto was telling Bailey he was going to ruin her life.
Wasn't scary enough to keep her off the Addy, though.
But we might have a lead here.
The school sent over Bailey's records.
I had a look.
(TELEPHONE RINGS)
Babineaux.
(OVER PHONE) Edward Burgain, from the Pac-West Student Newspaper.
I'm looking to confirm that Brody Johnson is a leading suspect
in the murder of Bailey Barker.
Detective Babineaux?
- Liv... - Okay, I get it.
I won't quote you, but I just need official confirmation.
Tell you what, I'll count down from five.
If you hang up before I get to zero, I'll assume it's true.
Five...
What are you doing?
You asked me to go through Bailey's records.
No, I didn't.
I already did that.
Look at the charges on Bailey's meal card.
There's one from the student union snack bar the night she died.
Oh, we should check that out tomorrow.
I've mapped out every possible route Bailey could've taken
from the student union to the pool.
Here.
How long did this take you?
If you flip the overlay, these are the crimes committed over the past four years.
That's a lot of initiative.
Save some of that material for my performance review.
This is comprehensive.
Idle brains are the devil's workshop.
I think it's "hands."
What'd I say?
So, on those performance review forms,
do you just circle "exceeds expectations" for everything, or...
I think Ravi handles...
What the...
"Detective Clive Babineaux confirmed his investigation is focused on Brody Johnson."
No, I didn't.
"Unnamed sources within the Seattle PD classify
"Babineaux as a lone wolf with a real Serpico complex."
"Unnamed sources"?
Hey, can I help you?
Bailey Barker visited here two nights ago, sometime after 10:00.
The murdered girl?
- Were you working that night? - Yeah.
Yeah, it was just me, but she never came in here.
Her meal card was charged here.
Look, sometimes when people's cards are maxed, they use a friend's.
We're not supposed to let them,
but come on, what do we care?
You're saying someone else used Bailey's meal card that night?
Who?
I'm pretty sure it was that guy.
We should verify Brody's alibis.
I've already reached out to most of them.
Everything okay?
Why? Did I do something wrong?
Not exactly, you're the opposite of distracted.
Your efficiency is kind of scaring me.
I've been seeing this guy.
Okay, guy stuff. Makes sense. Enough said.
His name is Drake Holloway.
He's a cop. An undercover vice cop.
Okay, that can be tough.
- But you really shouldn't share that with... - He's missing.
I'm freaking out and I'm trying to focus on work, so that I don't fall apart.
You hang in there, Liv.
There were a couple times when I was undercover,
when no one heard from me for weeks.
I'll bet he's okay. I'm glad you told me.
Detective?
Detective Babineaux, right?
I saw your picture in the paper.
I was going to come down to the station,
- but since you're already here... - What can I do for you?
Is it true you're the Serpico at your precinct?
- The guy nobody likes? - So true.
This is Liv Moore, from the medical examiner's office.
She works with me.
I know who killed Bailey Barker.
Okay. Who?
It's a vice detective. Bald guy.
His name is Benedetto.
Let me get this straight.
You're accusing a Seattle police department detective of murder?
Yeah. That's exactly what I'm doing.
Look, a few months back I got busted for trying to buy Utopium, okay.
The next thing I know, Benedetto's telling me
that if I don't want to go to jail,
I have to work for him as a confidential informant.
He doesn't have that authority.
Tell him that.
He says, I have to do six drug buys, while wearing a wire.
He gave me a bunch of cash to use.
He said, once I do six buys, he'll get my charges dropped.
I don't know six drug dealers.
But I had Latin-American Policy with Bailey.
I'd see her popping Adderall every day before class.
So during finals, I said, "I need to cram."
I offer her a couple of twenties for a couple pills.
She says, "Sure."
And that's how Bailey got arrested.
I'm sure Benedetto gave her the same deal.
When I heard she was dead,
I told him I wanted out, or I'd go above his head.
He told me, I'd better not talk to anyone,
unless I wanted to end up like Bailey.
Thank you, buddy.
Now, um, what informant did you say this was?
- We didn't. - FB DeMouy?
Kevin McCabe?
You run a lot of CI's at PWU?
You got a judge signing off on those?
Back when I was in Vice...
Yeah, I've heard stories about your days in Vice.
Before you were run out.
Well...
Look...
You can choose to believe me, a fellow cop,
or somebody I busted.
But since you won't tell me what kid it is,
I can't set you straight on what evil deed he or she is guilty of.
But, let me make this clear,
I'm not worried about study drugs.
My focus is on whoever's flooding Seattle with Lucky U.
"Lucky U"? Any leads?
Not yet.
We caught a dealer last month.
I thought he was higher up the food chain,
but he must've been getting high off his own supply.
What makes you say that?
He was looking at 20 years.
But we offered him this sweet deal, if he just rolled over,
and told us who he was working for.
This dumb ass starts shaking.
He's terrified.
He finally says, "No deal, I'd rather do the time."
And we figured, if this guy's getting so scared,
we must be getting closer.
We push him harder and he finally blurts out...
(LAUGHS)
"I can't man, I can't.
"I work for zombies, man. Flesh-eating zombies, man!"
(LAUGHS)
Zombies. I have officially heard it all.
Zombies?
Yeah. So I've still got a lot of work to do.
Can I help you?
So that's it?
We're done?
Umm... I hope not?
I'm sorry. I was sick recently,
and the remedy seems to have affected my memory.
Look, I don't know if this amnesia bit is real, or just your latest con.
Either way, you're costing me my case against Mr. Boss.
Which, I guess, is just as well,
since Liv said this was all a ploy.
Just to get the DA's office to pave the way for you to be Seattle's new drug kingpin.
Yeah.
You know, you've told me you've done awful things.
That getting Mr. Boss sent away was your chance to atone.
Who's Mr. Boss?
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
(BANJO AND WASHBOARD PLAYING)
(CHUCKLING) Blaine, Blaine, Blaine...
I'm trying to be patient, dude, I really am.
But we all have our limits.
And frankly, you're starting to test mine.
- What is all this? - None of your concern.
We talked about this.
Are you starting to lose your short-term memory, too?
We can get your body covered in reminder tattoos, like that dude from Memento.
No, no. I'm good. Sorry.
(BANJO AND WASHBOARD CONTINUE PLAYING)
Orange juice, 16 ounces.
- Where to put it? - (KNOCKING ON DOOR)
- Ms. Moore. - Oh, God, is Drake...
No, no, nothing new on Drake.
I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you.
I know, I should've called, but I just wanted to talk in person.
Bailey was working for me, as a CI.
It's a long story.
I can tell it from out here, if you want.
No, of course, come on in.
Anyone I bust on a misdemeanor
gets offered the standard deal.
If they help me make six arrests, I drop the charges.
But Bailey was a bit of an overachiever.
She kept talking about making a big buy.
Did Bailey have anything set up the night she died?
If she did, she didn't tell me.
Why couldn't you tell me this back in front of Clive?
'Cause I need this program kept quiet.
And your partner doesn't have the best reputation in Vice.
You heard him talking about running everything through a judge.
- Clive is a great cop. - Just what I hear.
Wanna know what people say about you?
What?
That you're the real deal.
That you'll be running your own morgue before you're 35.
Liv,
the fewer people in the loop,
the safer it is for our people.
People like Drake.
I've got all our agents listening for anything that might lead us to him.
I'm here asking you not to put my program in jeopardy.
Okay, I get it.
But Clive...
I'm sure he's great, but can we keep the circle small?
Any progress on your end?
We've had mostly dead-ends.
We're looking at Brody Johnson,
the guy running against Bailey
in the student senate presidential election.
He's got motive,
plus the guy running the register at the university snack bar
said that Brody used Bailey's meal card the night she died.
Looks like he was mistaken, though.
- Brody's alibi checks out. - Got it.
You mind keeping me in the loop?
I mean, just as it would affect my CI's,
and help me keep them safe?
- Will do. - Thank you.
Breakfast taco truck was out of migas, so I got you a vegetarian.
Sweet. What'd you get?
Chorizo and bacon.
"Background check authorization,
"Federal Bureau of Investigation."
How did that get there?
For what it's worth, I think you'd make a hell of an FBI agent.
Seattle PD doesn't appreciate you.
You clear cases like Frank Drebin,
but they treat you like Nordberg.
And, you know...
I'm not going to be around here forever.
Once the Chaos Killer case is solved,
it's back to Virginia for me.
My taco.
Well, if it isn't Blaine-John-DeBeers-McDonough - Deaux-Jingleheimer-Schmidt.
Here to confess?
Ah, I was just looking for the morgue.
Picking up, or dropping off?
I'm sorry, have we met?
(TORCH CLICKING)
I'm not seeing any post-concussion red flags.
But if your memory loss persists,
you should get an MRI, or a CT scan.
Maybe a PET scan.
Anything with an acronym, really,
just as long as it tests brain function.
Sounds good, Doc.
(CLIVE CLEARS THROAT)
Why's this guy coming to you for checkups?
Oh, he was in last week on funeral home business.
And said he suffered a head trauma,
and was complaining about memory loss.
I think, I might be the only doctor he can remember.
He's faking. I don't know why, but he is.
- The man's dangerous. - Oh, he is?
Take my word for it.
Keep an eye on him.
What to do with you...
I really seem to inspire negative reactions in people.
Was it something I said?
- More like the, things you've done. - Such as?
How much time have you got?
And that about covers it.
Oh.
You also murdered the fourth man to walk on the moon.
One assumes, his brain fetched a tidy sum.
And you picked a fight with me once.
Don't worry about it, though. I won.
None of this makes sense, man.
I don't know, I'm scrappy.
- I've got reach. - Right.
This is important, Blaine.
If you're drawing a complete blank,
who is delivering brains to Seattle's zombies?
I don't know. That's downstairs stuff.
- The boss is handling that. - "The boss"?
How could I have done all of these horrible things?
MAJOR: My guess?
If a child lives with ridicule, he learns to hate.
Yeah, um...
Remember how I was telling you
about that guy, whose life you ruined?
You know, how you turned his fiance into a zombie, then cost him his job,
killed a bunch of kids that were close to him, kidnapped him,
locked him in a freezer and tortured him,
before finally stabbing him to death?
Yeah, this is him.
Hey.
I thought the worst part about this whole thing
was forgetting the people I loved,
or the people that loved me.
But maybe nobody did.
You know, who we were isn't who we are.
It's practice for who we want to become.
Huh.
(SIGHS)
I should go. Thanks, Doc.
I wouldn't wish that on... Well, him.
You know, because he's my worst enemy.
You get it.
Listen, Major.
What happened to Blaine might not happen to you.
I know. He could totally be faking.
You know, and even if it is the truth,
it's not like I don't have other options.
I mean, I don't have to take this new cure.
I'm sorry, but I think you do.
I mean, if you don't want to die.
Whoa, hold on now.
I mean, New Hope died.
She's a rat.
Last time I checked, Gepetto, I'm a real boy.
So, I might be more resilient.
You might. But I wouldn't bet the farm on it.
Look, if I take the second cure, and I survive,
but I have no idea who you are, no idea who Liv is,
if I don't even know who I am, what's the point?
I mean, whose life is it I'll be saving?
You know what we need?
A talking rat.
Then we'll know if Blaine's telling the truth.
Ravi, you magnificent bastard, that's it!
I hope that whatever's got you excited
doesn't require me to build some
- rat mind-reading device. - No, no, no.
Vaughn can be our talking rat.
Uh...
Look, look, I scratch him, turn him into a zombie.
We give him the cure.
If he doesn't lose his memory, we know Blaine's lying.
And if he does lose his memory, well,
maybe the upside is
he becomes a harmless shell of himself, like Blaine.
I mean, there are some ethical hurdles
(SIGHS) I need to get my head around...
He's planning on killing Liv and me
as soon as I'm done with that zombie list.
Okay, ethical hurdles cleared. I'll go prepare a syringe.
(DOOR OPENING)
So, no word from Drake, huh?
Our cupboards had no organizational efficiency.
One thing just led to another.
- Permission to open fridge? - Granted.
None for me. I need to stay sharp.
Suit yourself.
I made a map and an inventory sheet.
I'll laminate the map, but not the inventory.
We'll need to update that as it changes.
Ah, old Liv.
Don't let anyone tell you the girl doesn't know how to party.
Because you do. You do know how to party.
I've never even seen that much Lucky U.
But, uh, from what I hear,
there's the guy that can get it for you.
(GASPS)
Hey, you're back.
Yeah, but I gotta go.
Sorry about the mess.
Okay. But don't eat a new brain, until this is dealt with.
LIV: Clive!
I had a vision.
Bailey was trying to buy a boatload of Lucky U.
From Steve, the snack bar cashier.
Bailey was a CI.
- But Benedetto said... - Benedetto lied.
- What makes you so sure... - He told me.
I'm sorry.
He showed up at my door, acted really nice.
He told me I was destined for big things, used me for information.
I used to be so desperate to impress people.
I was like a praise-oholic.
I thought I was past that, but apparently not.
He made it sound like by not telling you about Drake I was somehow protecting him.
But I don't think that that's really the case.
Do I not praise you enough?
(SIGHS) Temporary insanity, that's all it was.
I'm done with old me.
You can trust me with almost anything. You should know that.
I do.
- "Almost any..." - Wait.
If Bailey was making a big buy from Steve, and he pats her down...
- Discovers the wire... - Uses it to strangle her.
Let's go check in on Steve Walsh.
Honestly, dude. I thought the re-up was tomorrow.
(KNOCKING ON DOOR)
I'll get rid of whoever it is.
Hi-dilly-ho, Steve!
How long did you think you could work undercover for me as my CI,
while you sold Lucky U under my nose, hmm?
Hey, just chill, man!
Most of my CI's,
once they got me their six busts,
I never see them again.
You, you just kept going, didn't you?
You never could find anyone selling Lucky U,
but you sure as hell helped me take down a lot of Utopium dealers, huh?
Huh?
No.
They were your competition, right?
No, no, no, no. I sw... (GRUNTS)
BENEDETTO: Look...
I know Bailey came looking for you the night she died.
The way I figure, she wasn't looking to buy a slice of pizza.
No, someone told her that you were the guy, the man.
And she set up a buy, and she wore a wire.
Just like the wire you wear for me.
And that's how you knew to look for it.
And that's when you strangled her...
STEVE: You don't know anything!
(BOTH GRUNTING)
Oh, I got news for you, Steve.
The money Bailey was gonna use to buy your Lucky U,
the money you stole from her after you killed her,
those were marked bills.
Guess what's gonna happen to you when I find that money?
Save me some time.
Tell me where you've got it.
I'll tell the DA you cooperated.
- It's in the kitchen. - Where?
In the cookie jar in the kitchen.
Cookie jar.
(GRUNTS)
Get me out of these, man.
They know I killed that girl.
I gotta disappear before more cops show up.
(KEYS JANGLING)
Hey, you think that cop's dead?
(STEVE STRAINING)
(STEVE'S NECK SNAPS)
Vice cop found unconscious near handcuffed killer whose neck's been snapped.
Yeah, you might have to walk me through this one.
Your vic, Bailey, was one of my CIs.
So you lied to us about that.
An informant told me that they saw Bailey with Steve the night she died.
Steve was one of my CIs.
He helped me make a lot of Utopium busts.
So many, that I wondered if he was playing me,
actually working for the guys behind Lucky U.
And I came over here to confront him.
And it turns out, I'm not so bad at my job, I was right.
But unbeknownst to me,
Bailey was trying to set him up.
She didn't know he was a CI.
He found the wire on her
and he used it to strangle her.
- He admitted all of this? - Yeah, he did.
That's when I cuffed him.
Did you find any marked bills?
About $3,000 worth.
Run them, they were issued to Bailey.
That's what I was looking for,
after I put Steve in bracelets.
But I got kissed by a freight train.
Can you describe your assailant?
Massive fist.
Man, that's about all I got. I don't...
You're running an unauthorized CI program,
putting kids with no experience or training in danger.
It's all going in my report.
Look, Bailey's death was tragic and I have to live with that.
But my CI program gets drugs off the streets.
It saves lives.
You shut it down, you're putting kids in danger.
Oh, that's what you care about, Benedetto?
These kids?
BENEDETTO: You know what?
I don't care what everyone says, Babineaux, I like you.
Then, my life is complete.
Yeah, holier than thou. It's very appealing.
Keep doing what you're doing.
Internal Affairs can take it from here.
You're going to need backup someday, Babineaux.
Fingers crossed it gets there in time.
Hey, there's a woman in the waiting area.
Says she's not leaving until she talks to the FBI agent running the Chaos Killer case.
Agent Bozzio, FBI. You wanted to see me?
I think I know who the Chaos Killer is.
What makes you think that?
I know this dog.
Start at the beginning.
I work at a pet groomer's.
This dog was there a couple weeks ago.
But the guy who brought him in
came to get him before I was done.
He was all sweaty, freaking out.
He said he stole the dog from a cop who abused it,
and the cop was coming back to get him.
- What cop? - I don't know.
No cop ever showed up.
But, it says here that the dog was found on a city bus the same day
that guy came to grab him from the shop.
Do you remember his name?
Yeah, Major Lilywhite.
DU CLARK: Non. Oui, mais je suis le patron.
Rappelez-moi, quand c'est fait. Adieu.
Ready to do this thing?
If not now, I'll never will be.
(WHISPERS) He has a storage shed.
Really?
You know what?
I think we're going to put the gym on hold, Major.
Take a little trip to Tacoma, instead.
There's something down there I need you to see.
Okay.
I'm just gonna put my bag in my car. I'll be right back.
DALE: Stop!
Turn around.
Down on the ground. Hands behind your back.
Down.
(HANDCUFFS CLICKING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)