This city might have a zombie problem, but this show certainly does not. In fact, as the zombie side of the city ramps up, the stakes only get higher. However, if we were to pinpoint this show’s problem, it’d have less to do with glaring red eyes and more to do with a little something called honesty. How much longer can they leave Major in the dark? Are they really going to let him check himself into a mental hospital? Well, they did. But thankfully, within what seems like a day of being in the hospital, patient Scott E has finally filled Major in on the “z” word of it all. Let’s just hope it sticks and he doesn’t write it off as some crazy nonsense, because if that story line isn’t wrapped up soon, I might go full-on zombie on someone.
But before we get to Major’s realization, let’s start with Liv’s loss: Lowell. Poor, dear Lowell is dead—for real this time—and Liv is suspect number one. At least until Suzuki comes in with a suicide cover-up that Ravi is willing to sign off on … so long as he gets Liv’s blessing.
And then there’s the small matter of Major, who’s buying guns off the street and claiming to shoot men that Clive finds hours later at the gym, bench-pressing a solid 350. (Is that how beefheads talk?) Long story short, Clive tells Major that he’s on his way to a 220: involuntary commitment to a psych facility. So he might as well beat them to the punch and admit himself.
Meanwhile, Liv’s still living on PTSD brain, and she can’t sleep for reliving the moment of Lowell’s death. So instead of sleeping, she heads into work, tells Ravi that Blaine killed Lowell, and then gets to work on a new case: The murder of journalist/raging alcoholic Rebecca Hinton, a.k.a. the reporter who worked with Major on the very piece that got him beaten up … the second time? I’ve lost count.
Pretty stoked about the alcoholic side of Rebecca, Liv eats her next set of brains and gets to work avoiding Ravi’s question about whether he should sign the form declaring Lowell’s death a suicide. Ravi won’t sign it without her blessing, even though he thinks it’s the right move. After all, what are their other options? Blaine killing the next person who questions him OR putting a zombie in a prison? Plus, if they say suicide, they can properly get rid of the body.
Liv’s response? Vodka, mixed with a vision of Rebecca being shoved down some stairs before her “robber” took her thumbprint. So what was it that was so important that the robber wanted to get into Rebecca’s phone?
Turns out, Rebecca was working on a case about Jason Fry, a college kid who killed a bunch of students in the school library about a year ago. According to Rebecca’s editor, she had been working with a source when she died. So when Liv and Clive visit one of Jason’s classmates—Ryan Fisher, debate extraordinaire—Liv gets a vision of Ryan’s girlfriend shutting a door in Rebecca’s face. (On her new brain, Liv also says journalistic things like “burying the lede” and “bloodshed always goes in the first graf”—only one of which I’ve ever said, just for the record.)
And that takes us to Liv getting drunk and trying to get answers out of said girlfriend, who’s really more of a “bang buddy,” according to Liv. And what do you know? Something drunk Liv says sticks, because Connie–a.k.a. bang buddy—finds Liv the next day and tells her the whole story: Jason Fry was a little too good at debate for Ryan’s liking, so the guys took Jason out to a cabin, got him all kinds of drunk, and had Connie made up to look dead. So when Jason woke up, he thought he’d committed murder, and a few days later, well, he actually did.
With that, Liv and Clive immediately pay Jason a visit at the mental hospital to inform him that he never actually killed Connie, and that’s when Liv discovers that Jason was a big Max Rager fan. Ding ding ding! He drank the violent psychotic drink and then killed everyone in the library! Suddenly, it all comes full circle.
So while Clive looks deeper into Max Rager—and discovers that Ryan has an alibi for Rebecca’s death—Liv refuses to deal with the Major issue at hand. Ravi tells her about the mental hospital, but all she can figure is that a few weeks in there will mean that he’s safe for that period of time.
But it’s a good thing he didn’t already check himself in, because when Liv gets hammered at the local bar—10 shots?!—Major is the one she calls to come tuck her in. He heartbreakingly apologizes for losing his mind when Liv needs him the most, but when she almost explains the zombie situation, he stops her and soothes her to sleep. And by the time she wakes up, he’s gone.
NEXT: Liv’s just a girl at a bar