I really should murder somebody, get my tax dollars worth.
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S1 E15Unfinished Business
Energy drink research. We are an energy drink company.
What, specifically? CNS stimulation cascades? Amino acid recombination chains? Effects on cell integrity stimulated ATP production?
I understood very little of that.
[Blaine startles Major] What's the word? 'Boo?'
This is you? You're a zombie again?
Yep. Back on the brain gang. Dang.
BBoy
She looked like Groot.
I got the impression I might have longer.
Yeah, I don't think Ravi factored in microchondrial metabolism as an effect of interaction... Whoa. I'm so sorry. This nerd brain I ate is so annoying.
You wanna know what's in the basement?
Yes.
Secrets. You know who else has a secret basement? Everyone. Because it's business, and businesses compete by trying to come up with even cooler new things, and you don't want someone trying to copy your new cooler thing before you're done, do you? So you work on it in your secret basement.
Dr. Cash? Never heard of her. What makes you think she works here?
We, uh, we...
We have a source.
Source? So, it's not just that you enjoy dropping by every time a homicide is committed in King County?
I can't believe we're gonna bury this. I'm a natural criminal, I don't see the point in being good.
[narrating] Drake. Late again. What does it mean? Existing data points. Lateness, standing me up, leaving at odd hours of the night suggest various hypothesis. He's just not that into me, he's got a zombie on the side. Maybe I'm the zombie on the side. What I need is additional data and more detailed observation.
[Vaughn Du Clark's zombie-daughter Rita screams for him outside his office door]
Let me in. Dad! Let me in! Dad! [Rita screams and grunts] Let me in! Let me in!
Just finished my keynote for Rager-Con '16, and it's not even 10:00. [Vaughn chuckles] Super Max, man. Super Max! I mean, my mental energy is like, it's... It's off the charts. And physically? Forget it. Ask the Air Gaulle flight attendant how many petits morts she morted last night? Go ahead.
Sounds like a personal question for a total stranger.
Six! You're welcome! Saved you the embarrassment.
So, sweet child of mine, who's always telling Daddy not to sleep with the help.
[Rita looks to Major] Really, Major? I didn't figure you for the kiss-and-tell type.
[narrating] So, Drake does have a job. He's on familiar terms with a crusty bartender. He's known and liked by regulars. He's told people about me. Current hypothesis? Initial data points to Drake being on the level.
You wouldn't happen to have any clothes I could borrow? Maybe something vaguely redolent of punting on the Thames?
Will that be all?
You mind calling me an Uber?
[Blaine shows up at the funeral home where Don E. and Chief see that he's a zombie again]
I should go change before I start writing poems about the moors. I imagine my cheeks could use a little color, as well.
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