Liv sits in the interrogation room she's weirdly lorded over in past episodes while Clive usually looks on entertained. She's being drilled for the death of Lowell. Apparently, his neighbors aren't as deaf as Major's and heard the gunshot.
Having, once again, found Liv surrounded by dead people, the police decide that maybe they should try doing that detective stuff they keep seeing on tv. She won't tell the truth about Blaine and claims she was driving to meet him, but twist! Our Lieutenant Suzuki (who finally got a name, round of applause) is framing Lowell's death as a suicide.
I say it's because Blaine's pressuring him still to make all his mistakes vanish. My husband says it's to keep the knowledge of zombies on the downlow. What do you think? I suppose it could be both. Flat bottom tacos for everyone!
After trying to comfort Liv at the police station (which must have reserved parking for those two by now) Ravi's back at home confronting a raving Major. This guy hasn't just dipped a toe into the deep end, he's flung himself fully clothed off the high dive. Despite Major's puppy dog eyes practically crying out for someone, anyone, to tell him the truth, Ravi still won't do it. I never thought it would happen because he "looks like he fell out of a Nicholas Spark movie," but I feel terrible for Major. Would someone just give that Ken Doll a hug and tell him it'll be okay?!
Because she's still on that PTSD brain (which we barely touched on last episode), Liv comes into work to eat. Ravi tries to talk her out of gnoshing on the latest murder victim. "Her cerebral spinal fluid practically came out on the rocks with a lemon twist." But brain of the week we must, so brain of the week we shall. While Liv enjoys some pad brain thai, Ravi pulls out the paperwork on Lowell and makes a damn good point. There's a mass murdering sociopath zombie out there who knows where they both work. He's got the cops in his pocket. It would be best to play along and sign off on Lowell's death being a suicide. Though, since he talks about personally disposing of the body apparently, despite being a trustfund zombie, Lowell had no family.
Liv in her still shocked state refuses to think about any of it and tosses the forms back at Ravi, which makes sense. It seems rather cruel of the police department/city/Earl the form fairy to force someone to sign off on the death of a person they knew. Doesn't the morgue have its own "I won't cut out the liver of a family member" rule doctors have?
Clive swings by after getting some amazing pie from the bakery beside the morgue which prompts Liv to have her first zombie vision where Rebecca, the reporter, is snagged up by some guys in ski-masks (which wouldn't have looked weird in the elevator ride up there) and thrown down stairs. They use her fingerprints to unlock her phone. Biometrics endanger more lives than they save. Wake up iphone sheeple!
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