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When we last left our heroes the darkness was setting in. Blaine was
dying and took the experimental serum created by Ravi. Ravi was slaving away on
the new zombie cure. Major was still marking Zombies for the good folks at Max
Rager. The good folks at Major suffered a huge set back when Vaughn’s daughter
Glinda/Rita was attacked and turned to a zombie. Drake was drugged by Major and
tossed into the trunk of his Chaos killer mobile and Liv was broken hearted
offering a voice over about sadness. Explain It!
Right of the bat we jump
into the tense end of the pool, when the recently zombie Glinda/Rita on the
hunt for nourishment, jimmies the lock to Liv’s crib to try to raid her brain stash
but not before an ominous pair of black boots appear behind the open refrigerator
door. Glinda/Rita is about to get got bruh. It is the head of security at Max
Rager, he doses Glinda/Rita with the same knock out drops Major uses to take
down his zombies, then hoists her over his shoulder and breads the fuck out but
not before dropping the David Foster Wallace bandana that Glinda/Rita was
rocking to look all riot girl and shit.
Luckily our girl Liv was
in the shower and missed out on the action, though she seemed to be somewhat
nonplused that there was a fucking bandana that didn’t belong to her in the
middle of the floor. I guess this is prone to happen when your bestie and the
rest of your crew come in with all your besties shit in boxes because your
bestie is moving back in. Peyton is back
in the crib yall! This leads to a white
people celebration of drinking Bud Light and telling each other which cast
member of friends they remind them of. White people suck.
We are fortunately
spared from them getting a few too many beers deep and accidently blurting some
racist shit about Clive when Peyton gets a distressed call from Cassidy a stripper
who Peyton she has been trying to get to turn states against her boyfriend and
current Mr. Boss underboss Nick the Stick. Cassidy found out Nick was giving
said stick to another girl at the club and she was ready to give up all the
goods on Nick, including the location of the stash house. Unfortunately just as
she is about to spill the beans she gets brained with a tire iron in a drive by
from unknown assailant.
We all know where this
is going next yeah? Liv is gonna have to house them brains to help Peyton find
the stash house. So Liv makes a sweet looking brain based BLT while Peyton
stands over her like your moms when she is watching you to make sure you do
your homework. Fucking Peyton, stop being a helicopter homey!
In order to get Peyton
off her back, Liv suggests they hit the strip club to trigger some visions. I
tried this last night with the wife and she just gave me major side-eye. Shit doesn’t
They hit the club that
Cassidy worked at before she got her melon cracked. I would like to point out a
major production flaw that just doesn’t sit right with me, the strip club music
was “Talk Dirty To Me” by Poison, and I feel for the sake of accuracy it should
have been Warrant’s “Cherry Pie”, but that’s just me, I am a stickler for
At the club Liv and
Peyton run into no other than Seattle’s resident freak and weatherman Johnny
Frost, because of course they do. Johnny Frost loves all things decadent. Turns
out that Johnny was seen having beef with Cassidy because he thought she ran up
$45k on his secret credit card (the one he uses to hide strip clubs, porn site
memberships, etc from his wife). He confronted her about it, but swore that he didn’t
kill her. Liv gets bumped by a stripper which triggers her stripper brain to
bring the ruckus. She chases old girl down to the bathroom and while banging on
the stall door triggers a vision of the stash house. Maybe now Peyton can
finally back the fuck off.
Eventually Peyton, Liv and Clive crack the case, it was one of the other girls at the club who was giving it up to a grip of Mr. Boss' guys as strippers will do.
What was happening with the rest of the crew you ask? TONS BRO!!!!!!
Blaine, fresh off of giving himself Ravi's experimental zombie cure, appears to be cured of the zombie, but unfortunately the new cure comes with a major side effect, it wipes your memory clean.
Major? well he is busy being weird with Ravi about the contents of his safe, and then being cagey about the dog he suddenly had, then lost when Ravi notices a very similar looking dog in a picture of one of the victims of the Chaos Killer in an expose in the local paper.
Drake is still missing causing Liv to dig around and visit his mom duke who is beside herself with grief. She shares a photo album with Liv that includes a picture of Drake on the day he graduated from the police academy and lets it slip that he has been undercover with Mr. Boss.
Ravi can't shake his bad feeling about about Major and that fucking safe. So he decides to crack it and finds the tools of Major's trade, including the notebook where he kept the detailed notes on his victims. It takes him a while, but he finally cracks the code and learns that Major is the Chaos Killer. Major, on the verge of a breakdown, briefly starts to zombie out and then slumps to the floor. Ravi doses that bitch with whatever the fuck potion Major was using to drug his victims and we fade to black.
HOLY FUCKING SHIT!
Bits and Pieces:
Liv gets the line of the
night when responding to a weepy ass stripper with this classic zinger “It’s
like a fricking Adele concert in here”.
After getting lulled
into a coma by last night’s trash heap of an episode of CW’s The Flash, Pour
Some Sugar, Zombie was the perfect palette cleanser. They just refuse to fuck
around with dull ass episodes for the sake of an episode. Week in and week out
some major shit jumps off and leaves you screaming at the TV for more.
If I wasn’t family’d up
already I would totally try to move into Rob Thomas’ basement and sit around in
my underwear all day waiting for him to come downstairs to take bong rips and
play Madden with me.
On a scale of 1-10 I give this episode a:
The smell of McDonald’s French fries when you are famished