Eye Candy (2015): Season 1, Episode 7 - SOS - full transcript

Previously on "Eye Candy"...

Jake Bolin stood you up?

Looks that way.

I don't want our first kiss
to be for money.

It's not working.

Want my help?

We make a good team, Lindy.

Testing.
How do I look?

Beautiful.

Where are you taking me?

You just wait and see.



God, I've missed you.

Me too.

- What was that?
- You'll see.

You ready?

Yeah.

- No way!
- I thought you deserved an upgrade.

It's better than my crummy

apartment with four roommates
listening in.

And way better than a hotel.

It's huge.

Whose place is this, anyhow?

I rented it on Virtual Slumber.

It probably belongs to some euro

oligarch who uses it to launder
money, and they left us wine.



I'm not sure how long I can
do this cross-country thing.

Hey. Soon you'll graduate and
I'll get offered a job at the firm.

But right now, we have the whole
weekend,

and no one can bother us.

"With compliments of
Virtual Slumber, welcome home."

I say we try every surface we
can find.

Thanks for this.

You're my girl.

Morning, sleepyhead.

Beth?

Beth?

Beth?
Beth!

One black americana, just how
you like it.

Thanks.

I was... I was late.

I was early.

It's good to see you.

I'm afraid this is more of a
coffee favor than a catch-up.

Okay.

What's going on?

An old intern of mine has
gotten into a weird situation.

It's actually kind of terrifying

and he's refusing to go to the
police.

What happened?

I think he should tell you
himself.

It was supposed to be fun.

I wanted to make Beth feel
special.

She only gets to visit me every
month or so.

You know, it wasn't exactly
cheap, either.

Neither of you remember
anything else about that night?

Not after we fell asleep, no.

Somebody must've drugged us.

There was wine.

We drank that.

The next morning, Beth was out
cold and I...

What?

I woke up with this.

You need to see a doctor.

Beth and I went to one.

I was more worried that
she was okay,

but nothing was done to her.

Nothing?

No.

Except she's totally freaked.

Who would do this?

Iluxa Electronic.

They booked the apartment
online.

I thought maybe you could see who came
in and out of the apartment.

You should go to the police.

You don't understand.

I'm this close to getting

offered the job of a lifetime
with Jake's law firm.

They do thorough background
checks.

You know how humiliating it would
be if anyone found out about this?

Jake's the only one there I
trust.

He's got a point.

Okay, I can't force you to
file a complaint,

but what about your girlfriend?

She's okay with this decision?

Yes.

Please.

Jake says you can help us.

Okay.
I'll see what I can find out.

I still think Nick should go to
the police.

Maybe they can figure out if it's
a sick prank or something first.

I promise if it's anything more,
then...

I'll take it to the Cyber Crimes Unit.

Yeah.

Hey, look.
I want to apologize.

I know I bailed on our last date
because of work,

which is a terrible excuse and now I'm
coming to you with a favor.

- It's okay.
- No, it's not.

I really like you.

This isn't exactly how I wanted
things to go.

So how did you want it to go?

Kinda like that.

Yeah.
Okay.

After this case is closed,

I am making it up to you.
We're doing dinner.

No more cooking.

What, you don't like my cooking?

It's just...

There are places in New York
that can actually cook for you.

I did hear that somewhere.

Thanks for helping.
I mean it, you're incredible.

How did that taste, Lindy?

Other guys don't understand you.

Do I have to kill someone else
to get your attention?

Please... Don't make me do
something we will all regret.

So, he's carrying me upstairs

on his back, and I can feel his
muscles keeping me from falling

into this hundred-foot ravine.

Lindy!

Look who's here.

Tessa.

- My God, Lindy!
- Hi.

It's amazing to meet you
finally.

- Such a surprise.
- Just off the plane.

You must try a caipirinha.
Go on.

It's the Brazilian national
drink.

Nectar of the gods.
Trust me.

- These people know how to live.
- Thanks.

I learned how to make these
at a bar in Ipanema.

Be warned.
Too many and you'll definitely

crave a party somewhere.
Everywhere.

So that's where you've been...
Brazil.

- One of the places.
- Hence the communication blackout.

I woke up on my 22nd birthday

and I realized,
I'd only been to two out of the

seven continents, so I left.

I wanted to go where no one gets
to go,

see the things they never get to see.

I can't believe you've become
such an adventurer.

Never thought you'd see the
day, right?

Honestly, no.
When we were in boarding school,

she was so afraid of flying that
she wouldn't even go back home

to England to see her family for
the holidays.

I conquered my fear and now
I'm conquering all my fears.

How long are you staying
the city?

I have no idea. I guess I'm
just taking it one day at a time.

So you're okay with it?
With her staying?

- Of course.
- But you need to tell her.

What?

That we're rationed only six
minutes in the shower,

as our hot water tank sucks?

Stop it.

If she's going to stay, she
needs to know.

I have not seen Tessa in so
long.

I just want to spend time with
her.

I mean, I have to ease her into
the whole crazy time thing.

You mean crazy in the whole
serial killer sense of the word?

Yes.

If she stays, you tell her
everything.

Fine.

Hi.

Well, hello.

Let me guess.
You're here for Lindy?

That's negotiable.

- I'm Tessa.
- I'm...

Impressa.

- We should go out.
- George.

That's four of us.
Four definitely makes a party.

Yes, it does.

Lindy?

- Yes, Lindy.
- Yeah, sorry.

George and I have some work that
we really need to catch up on.

- Do we?
- Next time.

Next time, yeah.
Okay.

Everything on Virtual Slumber
is done electronically.

People fill out a profile online,
rent an apartment,

it gets sent a QR key that opens a
digital lock.

What about the owner of the
apartment?

Lives in Paris full time.

Okay, first off, the whole
concept is disgusting, okay?

Renting someone else's apartment
with all their things and

sleeping in their bed?
People sweat a liter of water

into their mattress every night.
That's practically a waterbed.

Okay.
It looks like this apartment

isn't available until tomorrow.
Booking now.

So...

I know you got this case from
Jake, but what you're not

telling me is, what's going on
with you guys?

I don't know.
It's confusing.

Why?
'Cause you like him?

I'm so not helping you
until you admit you like him.

I like him.

Maybe.

What?

Maybe?
Come on.

That wasn't that hard, was it?
Move.

Jeez.
Okay.

Let's see.

That's weird. The apartment
network is protected.

Really protected.

So how do we get a closer look?

Both: Fibertap.

Hello?

Delivery.

I've got flowers for you.
Lovely flowers, actually.

From your grandmother?

Yes!

You're a bad person.

Nobody used the elevator
entrance to that apartment that night

besides Nick and Beth.

So, whoever broke in entered
another way.

It's eight stories up.
There's no fire escape.

So, on a scale of one to "ton,"
how good was the Jake kiss?

I am not grading kisses
with you.

Come on. I am out here
in my spare time, Linds.

Okay, surprise factor, a ten.

- The rest, none of your business.
- "None of your business."

Hello, hold on.

I'm seeing a ton of video
compression traffic,

like they're running a live cable
station out of the apartment.

That means that apartment is
filled with hidden cameras.

Okay, yep. That's pretty
much my worst nightmare.

So, where is all that footage
going?

All the data's being transmitted
from the apartment through TOR,

uploading to an untraceable
website.

As in the 99% of the Internet
that's hidden from the normals.

A haven for the weird and
illegal.

- We know.
- I just like saying that phrase...

A haven for the weird and
gross and the illegal.

I've got a lock.

"Dolls house"?

- What the hell is that?
- It's a voyeur website.

They're all being watched.

This is happening all over the
city.

You know, I've heard nothing

from Oliver since that night?
Not one word.

Totally blew me off.
Can you blame him?

I thought he was, you know,
into it.

Okay, your first date was
with a serial killer,

your next date was with a
sociopath cyber terrorist.

Honey, I think he had his fill.

Connor, this is Tessa.

Why are all the hot men gay?

You look different from your
pictures.

God.
I was so clueless back then.

I liked how you were.

No, let's burn all those pictures
and let's make new pictures.

Shots!

We can't shut it down...

There's nowhere to track it.
It's so deep, its url is masked

by several bulletproof
countries.

So, what do we do?

There are over 1,000 apartments
on Virtual Slumber in New York.

We have no way of knowing which
ones have cameras.

You need to get this couple
to come in now so we can get a

warrant and search that
apartment.

I tried.

They came to me because they
don't want the police involved.

Well, it's not about just
them anymore, is it?

We're involved.

Okay, let me get this straight.

This guy and his girlfriend
get drugged

and he finds whip marks
on his back,

but he won't let the cops help him?

He's hiding something.

Guys?

I just found a load of archives
on the site.

Backlogs of all the hidden
camera footage.

Great. So, we can find the footage
of Nick and Beth from that night.

That's a lot of files.

Well, I guess we're ordering
Chinese, Tommy boy.

What?
No. A serial killer?

- You're serious?
- She's serious.

Drink.

That's better.
Tell me everything.

I mean, that's all, really.
There's a serial killer stalking

people and ending their lives.

Drink.

I'm so sorry. I mean, that
is really, really intense.

Yeah, it's, um, a lot to
process.

So, hey, if you don't want to

- stay with them...
- Please.

I lived in the rainforest for
four months,

a place where
everything wants to kill you.

The rainforest?
I'd like to go there.

You better hurry.

- Why?
- It's bad.

The world's dying, Connor.
Faster than we know.

More drinks.
Be right back.

I need to show that bartender
how to make a cocktail.

Okay, there's definitely
something different about her

- that now I'm worried.
- What do you mean?

Tessa.
She never liked to drink.

Now she's some shot-loving world
traveler.

I don't know.
Would you want to be judged

based on who you were in high
school? I wouldn't.

What are you saying?

People change.

I don't know if they change
that much.

Bottoms up.
Cheers.

That's not what I was expecting.

Nick's been renting the same

apartment on Virtual Slumber and
using it to cheat on Beth.

Definitely a player.
Sure looks like a motive to me.

Guys, I found the footage for
Beth and Nick that night.

All I'm getting is this.

You don't get to play here.

You don't get to play.

What the hell is that?

We need to talk to Beth.

HE CHEATED ON ME, TOO.

WHO IS THIS?

How did you get my user name?

I found it on his computer.

Nick?

So, you're one of them.

Them?

One of his flings.

You thought it was just us two?

There are other girls, you know.

Lots of them.
He's a liar.

An addict.

I'm sorry.

I just came here to tell you that
I had no idea what he was doing.

Why?

To commiserate,
compare notes, gloat?

- He lied to us.
- Do not lump us together.

Nick and I met during freshmen
orientation.

He was my first love.

Who are you but a distraction,

a temptation?

I'm just so angry.

So humiliated.
Don't you just wish that there

was a way to get back at him?

I'm sorry for you.

I am.

But I got my revenge.

Now leave me alone.

So?

It worked.

While you lured her to the
watering hole,

you mischievous Lynx,
I compromised her computer.

And?

Found a video file that was

uploaded the night after Nick and Beth's
little Virtual Slumber encounter.

Take a look.

She wanted revenge
but needed an alibi...

So she hired someone else to
do it.

That is some weird creepiness.

Who does that?

Attached to Beth's video is a
hidden url for the dolls house site.

Look.

That's a whole other layer.

For special guests.

Apparently, just watching isn't
enough for some people.

This site provides a service where
you can pay to have them played with.

Terrifying.

I'm never leaving my apartment,
ever, again.

Okay. Grabbing Beth's user
name and password. And...

Menu?
Wait, what's on the menu?

These are all Virtual Slumber
profile pictures, but...

That's how Beth did it.
When Nick went to the apartment

on Virtual Slumber, his picture
went up on this menu.

Lindy...
Someone bought you.

How?

It's because I rented the
apartment.

A sting?
Absolutely not.

I rented the apartment for
the night.

Let's use it to lure him out.

We have no idea what this guy

wants to do with you or what
kind of perv paid him to do it.

It might be our only chance
to actually catch whoever is

doing this, in the flesh.

I've obtained a warrant.

We're covertly accessing the
admin portal.

That'll tell us who runs dolls
house.

Yeah? And how's that coming?

Well, admin just keeps
displaying the same word...

"Babylon"... it's untraceable.

We have a chance here, a tiny
window through which this

pervert is going to crawl.

All right.

But if we do this, you let me
plan everything.

Everything.

Lindy?

Good, you're back.

Why are you stuffing my
handbag with toiletries?

You're leaving.

Leaving?

Cyber Crimes is working a big
case.

I can't leave you here without a
protective detail.

Where exactly am I leaving to?

Montauk.
I booked you on the Jitney.

Connor's meeting you there.

Walkups are so exhausting.

What's happening?

Did you tell her about him?

- Yes, I told her.
- She told me.

So then you both understand why it's
not safe to be alone in this apartment.

Why Montauk?

It's the end of the season.
It'll be quiet and safe.

Come on, Sophia.
We'll make it work.

Okay, sure.

But just the weekend.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, I had to go to the police.

You did the right thing.

But Nick doesn't want to press
any charges against Beth...

He just wants the footage of him
off the Internet.

We'll do our best.

Do you really have to go
through with this?

I brought you this case. If something
happens to you, it's my fault.

I'm going to be fine.

It has to be me.

Hey.

Promise me you'll be careful.

From what we know, the whole apartment
is rigged with voyeur cameras, full audio.

This creep will be watching
everything we do.

Pascal, you'll lead a team of

plainclothes unis outside the
apartment.

Got it.

Yeager, you'll go link
the voyeur site and be our eyes.

You go inside the apartment and
wait until he reveals himself.

No one moves until then.

We? But I booked the apartment
as a single occupancy.

Well, you just got hitched.

You didn't think you were going
in there alone, did you?

They love you when they need you
but dump you when all the fun starts.

Excuse me?

What?
You don't feel left out?

That's not a carpet cleaning
van, is it?

No, no, it's not.
It's my private office.

You know what's great about
an office on wheels?

You can take it anywhere you
want.

You want to crash the sting?

Sophia?

Hey!

- You're drunk.
- You're mad.

I need to talk to you.

You should be in Montauk right
now... we agreed.

We were having so much fun
hanging out.

- Sophia, this is serious.
- I know, I know, I know.

I know. Look, don't worry. Tessa's
already booked a later Jitney.

Right, Tessa?

I am so sorry.

I totally forgot.

You said you booked it.

It's fine.
We'll just get the next one.

There is always another Jitney.

No. I'm sorry.

There's no time.
You're coming to the Cyber Crimes Unit.

Where?
What's she talking about?

It was bad enough when she
wanted us to go to Montauk.

Did Sophia tell you that the
serial killer has killed ten people?

My God.

What makes it worse, he likes
to target the people around me,

the people I care about.
So, please, meet me downstairs.

Okay.

That's a downer.

You ready?

So what do you think?

Amazing, honey.

And we're linked in.

They're inside.

Officers are in place.

Let's settle in.
Relax.

Look.
A bottle of welcome wine.

- You want a drink?
- Yeah.

Why didn't you tell me your
killer was so prolific?

Because it terrifies me and I
try to not live my life in terror.

If you keep staring at him,
you're gonna lose again.

I don't know what you're
talking about.

Really? He kind of
reminds me of Philippe.

You remember Philippe, from
Montreal? You liked him.

We both liked him.

Yeah, well, he died.

- Meningitis.
- Wait, what?

That... that's so sad.

Tessa...
What is going on with you?

- What do you mean?
- The partying.

Traveling, Philippe.

I don't know, it's just not you.

Look, it's really not a big
deal.

My parents are getting a
divorce.

They've been married for, like,
20 years, and then,

all of a sudden,
they realized they hate each other.

Yeah.
I'm really sorry.

It's life.
Everything.

It's all temporary, so if you
want to climb a mountain

or pet a tiger or make a move on that
boy over there,

you better just do it.

No.

It's just flirtation.

Why not more?

I mean, someday we're all gonna
end up like poor Philippe.

The website just went live.

Lights. Camera.
Freak show.

He doesn't know we're watching?

I'm wirelessly looping in.

No harm, no foul.

Great place?

Beautiful.

Yeah.

That's the office.

Yeah.

You're up on the site.

Good to know.

This is painful to watch, man.
Loosen up.

You're acting like cops, not a
couple.

Yeah, I guess I'm out of
practice.

Well, you need to sell it.
He's watching you.

I'll do my best.

- Is everything okay?
- Yeah, you know, work.

Always getting in the way of our
romantic getaways.

They're watching.

Okay, so, I brought
cocoa and, hot apple cider.

We should get ready for bed.
Right?

Yeah.
Yeah, sure, whatever you say.

Thanks.

Seems like it's gonna be an all-nighter.

Yep.

Are you okay?
You seem different.

This was a bad idea.

Hey, wait.
What's a bad idea?

This.

This whole flirtation.

It's not easy having to hang
out and protect you all the time.

I'm sorry I make it hard for
you.

It's just not fun having to
hang out with a girl that you'd

kill to take out,
if things were different.

But you can't, because things
are the way they are

and that's
all they're ever gonna be.

Right.

How's the mattress?

You asleep already?

Tommy!
Tommy, what's wrong?

It's not the wine that was
drugged.

It's the pillow.

George!

I bet stings
were better in the '70s.

With all that '70s crime.

I hear everything was
better in the '70s.

- Hey, you notice that?
- What?

Tommy hasn't moved an inch and
Lindy's still in the bathroom.

Video just glitched.

No.
He's looped the image.

Yeager, it's George.

Okay, don't ask me how I know this,
but the video feed, it's looped.

They're in trouble!

10-13, make entry now.

Let me go!

Let him come with me!

Police!

He took her.

He took Lindy.

You're gonna get caught.

There are police all over the
place.

But we're alone now.

Who paid you?

Help!

Help! Help!

Building is surrounded.
I've got an air unit overhead.

There's no way he breached our
perimeter.

How could this happen?
You said she'd be safe.

We'll find her.

Pascal, start at the bottom,
work your way up.

I'll do the opposite.

- You sure you're okay?
- Just go.

My God.

Lindy!

Yeager, do something!

No!

Help! Help!

Lindy!

Lindy!
Lindy, no!

You okay? You all right?
I got you.

Thank you.

Michael Dahl. Two stints at
New York State Mental facility,

two more in prison.

You want to call someone?

No.

Says here your father owned
Dahl Fabricators.

Seems they did quite a bit of renovation
on the Virtual Slumber buildings.

Yeah.

Who paid you?
Who paid you to brand her?

I was never gonna brand her.
That wasn't the deal.

What deal?

He only wanted me to scare her.

To scare her real good.

To get just close enough.

Who paid you?
Tell me, who paid you?

I don't know. That's not
the way Babylon works.

Babylon?

It's Babylon who pays you?

I never know who pays me.

But he said you would.

He gave me a message for you.

He has the power.

He always has the power to harm you,

but never would.
He never could.

You broke his heart.

Did I scare you, Lindy?

You're still my ten,

my perfection.