Stitchers (2015–…): Season 2, Episode 5 - Midnight Stitcher - full transcript

Previously on Stitchers...

Will you marry me?

She said no. What's plan "B"?

Type your number in my phone,

and I'll give you a
call when it comes in.

Is that what I am?

Your friend?

No, you're... my best friend.

You wanna get something to eat?

Uh, remember the boy in
the red baseball hat?

The one I saw in Captain
Mulaney's memory?



He must be connected to both cases.

- What are you doing here?
- You don't like it?

Arrest me for breaking and entering.

You don't get to select our cases.

Then who does?

You?

What I really wanna do is find
that son-of-a-bitch father of mine

and bring him to karmic justice.

Get Linus's stuff back to him now!

Who does she think she is?

I think I'm NSA, bitch.

Stop! I thought you
just came to pick me up.

Fine.

Ooh!



Oh, stop. No, actually stop.

We have to get your stuff out of the van

and back up into your apartment.

The moving guys are
meeting us in 20 minutes.

Moving is stupid.

I don't need to move,
plus Cameron's cool.

Oh, I will miss his sheets.

That thread count was ridiculous.

I don't think Cameron
really liked us on his bed.

As if Lord of the Purity
Rings ever used it.

Oh, I wouldn't be so sure.

All right, you know what,
we really should get going.

Excuse me, Linus,

are you keeping juicy goss from me?

Come on, you know how this goes.
Bros before...

Check yourself. Spill.

Cameron met a girl.

- And?
- Her name is Nina.

- And?
- That is all I know.

Oh.

Except for the fact he was
on the phone with her until

3:00 a.m. last night
talking about Doctor Who.

David Tennant this,
Tardis that, all night long.

I love my Time Lords as
much as the next guy,

but I need eight hours of man sleep.

Sounds like an episode of Nerd Love.

Wait, does Kirsten know about Nina?

She does now.

I'll check on her.

I'm gonna wait outside.

Hey, roomie.

I already knew about
Nina, so don't worry.

You know, I told Cameron
not to wait around

while I figured out my feelings, so...

I can't be mad.

And I'm not.

Okay. Something's got you off-balance.
What's going on?

My father had a first wife.

Elizabeth.

I found a cocktail napkin from
their wedding in the garage.

Damn, you didn't know?

Nope, I had no idea.

Daddy was a player.

Hmm.

I mean, if I could find Elizabeth,
she may know where my father is.

But she's just... She's
so hard to locate.

You already tried hacking city records?

Yeah, I've tried everything.

Elizabeth Stinger is basically a ghost.

Well, true, but hunting
ghosts is kind of what we do.

Go, go!

Oh, no.

Somebody call 9-1-1.

Stay here!

Her name is Sandy Abrams, 26.

She worked as a receptionist,
but was an aspiring actress.

She fell to her death from the
roof of her apartment building.

Murder? Suicide?

- Was there a note?
- Yes.

So, suicide?

It wasn't that kind of note.

"This is his fault.

K.C."

We've confirmed that
it is her handwriting.

Is there anyone in Sandy's
life with the initials K.C.?

A preliminary background
check came up with

no friends or relatives
with that name or initials.

K.C., Kirsten Clark.

Or not.

You're just reading into things

'cause you're focused
on finding your dad.

Well, how many K.C.'s are there

with a dead body addressed to them?

Camille has a point, which is why

we're not going to stitch into Sandy.

Why? It's the only way to know for sure

if this note was meant for me.

Okay, let's say for a moment
that the note was meant for you.

How do we know that it's
not an ambush of some kind?

We're going to stand down until I
get further instructions from Blair.

And how long is that gonna take?
We could lose the window to stitch.

As long as it takes.
He's aware of the situation.

But I have discovered

that Mitchell Blair
moves at his own pace.

Look, the note says this is "his" fault.

What if that means my father?

We won't know if we don't stitch in.

That is a leap,
and I'm not going to put you in danger.

We hold.

That's two.

Four.

And you're done.

- Ha ha!
- Nice job.

- Thank you.
- Good job.

Camille?

Liam? Oh, my god!

Hi. What the hell? What
are you doing here?

Same as you, I imagine.

Yeah. Duh, I just meant, uh...

what are you doing in Los Angeles?

I thought you'd be
living in Europe by now.

Ah, that was the plan,

then a teaching gig came up.

I guess I wasn't really ready to leave.

Uh-huh.

Does Kirsten know you're here?

I'd rather she not know.

I'm still sorting out some stuff.

How is she?

Um...

The truth is...

she has totally moved on.

Totally?

As in completely.

She ever say anything?

About you?

No, bud, I mean completely completely.

Wow. Well...

suppose I shouldn't be surprised.

That's much like her,
not much affected by things.

Yeah, she's...

gotten a lot better about that recently.

She's kind of a different person.

Really?

But not so different that
she's interested in you.

Thank you.

- For?
- For not giving me false hope.

Oh, well...

Would you like to get together sometime?

Oh, can we get some water
for this man's thirst?

- I'm... No, I...
- Anybody? You guys know.

I'm talking take down techniques
and hammer fists only.

We do belong to the same gym now,
apparently.

Sparring partners?

Something like that.

I don't know, man.

You and Kirsten, that's...

"Completely completely" not happening.

Besides,
it's just conversation and Krav Maga.

"Krav Maga"?

That's a lot.

- _
- So, what do you think?

Um...

Sure. I... I gotta go.

Can I get your number?

Give me your phone.

Hmm, hmm, hmm.

Uh, where were you?

Trying to get a workout in.

What? What's the emergency?

Veronica Mars here wants
to stitch into Sandy.

Maggie gave the go-ahead?

Okay, then we're going
behind Maggie's back.

Intriguing, tell me more.

I can't stop thinking about that note.

What if it was meant for me?

Look, I know you're focusing
on finding your father,

but honestly,
it sounds like a stretch, Stretch.

Not all roads lead to Daniel Stinger.

Yeah, but what if this one does?

What if... What if we look back

and it turns out to have
been the key to finding him

and I just... sat
around and did nothing?

I mean, come on, guys.

I cannot do this alone. I really need...

Stop. Okay, just stop.

You had him at "hello."

First of all, she didn't.
Second, nice reference.

Third...

Okay, you have me now.

I'm in.

Makes two of us.

I... hate...

peer pressure... because...

I always cave.

All right. Looks like we're
doing a midnight stitch.

You know there's no way
to keep this from Maggie.

As soon as you bring the systems online,

she'll get pinged on her phone.

Well, that'll give us about 23 minutes

by the time she jumps out of bed

to the time she arrives at the lab

and then breaks her
foot off in our asses.

Mm. Fortunately for us,
there are four of us

and she only has two feet.
So, half of us will survive.

What's she gonna do? Fire us?

Well, not if she kills us first.

Okay, let's do it.

All right.

Suit up, Stretch.

All right, so the moment
I push this button,

we got 23 minutes
before Maggie shows up.

Oh, you mean this button right here?

Son of a bitch.

Uh, yeah... that one.

Well, I guess we have 23 minutes.

- Camille, step into Life-Sci.
- On it.

You'll have to double
up on the Engineering

while monitoring Communications.

I'll reroute Tim's console over to mine.

I'll monitor Sub-Bio and
Medical while doing me.

Time to get wet!

All right, guys, we've got...

eight minutes before Maggie arrives.

Let's set the mission
clock to a fully five.

Since we're limited on time,
I'll keep things quick.

I need a go, no-go for stitch neurosync.

Life-Sci, Sub-Bio, Engineering,
Communications, Medical,

and I'll throw a com check
in there for good measure.

- I hear you.
- We all do.

Tick-tock, Goodkin.

Okay, guys, you know the drill.

Induce stitch neurosync on my mark.

Three, two, one, mark!

Oh, it looks like the roof
was Sandy's happy place.

She's reading something.

A script.

Makes sense. She was an actress.

- Hey!
- "Hey" what?

- Talk to me, Goose.
- The boy is here.

Which boy? The red cap kid?

- Yeah.
- My map coding is consistent

with the last time she saw him.

I'm going after him.

No, stay on point!

Uh, her pulse is elevated.

Kirsten, you don't have time.

He's gone.

I have memory jumped to a grassy area

outside an office building.

What is this?

The only thing in nature that
comes close to your beauty.

Stop giving me flowers.

It's over between us.

Sandy has a creepy guy at work.

He's way too into her.

We're meant to be together.

Just back the hell off.

Okay, this is weird.

Weird like "interesting"

or weird like "Get
your ass out of there"?

It's weird like "What the hell?"

Oh, oh, crap. We got a problem.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Kirsten, stay with me.

- Dammit.
- We need to pull her out!

We gotta get these levels stabilized.

The readings are off
the freakin' charts!

Kirsten, come in! Com check one, two!

Kirsten, can you hear
me? What is happening?

What's going on?
Where... where the hell is she?

I can't tell.

We've never mapped an
area like this before.

- Well, figure it out!
- And fast.

I'm not sure how much
more of this she can take.

Okay, I'm moving her backwards.

Hold on, Kirsten.

What happened? Where am I?

You're safely back in Kansas, Dorothy.

- What the hell was that?
- Get off!

I don't know. Wait, it feels like

someone's pushing me... Sandy... us.

Sandy didn't jump.

What the hell is going on?

21 minutes, not 23.

I made all the lights.

Remember me saying not to stitch

until we knew it was safe?

I know it was me saying it.

Uh... yup, I recognize my voice.

I'm fine. Nothing bad happened.

That is not my point!

You went behind my back.

We're a team.
At least, I thought that we were.

You're right, Maggie. We're sorry.

It's not their fault. It's...

I had to know if the note was a clue.

This is not the Help Kirsten
Clark Find Her Daddy show.

I'm sorry.

We all are.

Did you at least find
out what the note meant?

No. We couldn't access
all of her memories.

They were blocked by
some sort of barrier.

I have to run some diagnostics on it.

Do it.

The rest of you focus
on who killed Sandy.

And don't you ever pull
a stunt like this again!

I think that's the guy
I saw in the stitch.

- Uh-oh.
- What's wrong?

I know that look. We got a runner.

That means he's guilty, right?

Of something. Possibly
just being an idiot.

What should I do?

Flash your badge.

Excuse me, I'm Kirsten Clark of NSA.

This is Detective Quincy Fisher, LAPD.

Get up.

Nice.

Well, I played hockey in high school.

I didn't do anything wrong.

Tell us about Sandy.

There's nothing to tell.

All right?
We went out once and she blew me off.

I just wanted a second chance.

She didn't have to call the cops.

She didn't.

Then why are you here?

There's no scar.

What are you talking about?

Did something happen to Sandy?

I'm afraid we have some bad news.

- This it?
- Yeah, that's the one.

Ben Spiros?

Yeah?

Agents Goodkin and Engleson, NSA.

We're very sorry about Sandy.

- Hey.
- Hey, hey, hey.

We just need to ask you some questions.
That's it.

Why is the government
so interested in Sandy?

Is that pot I smell?

I have a prescription.

Anxiety.

Why are you so anxious?

My girlfriend just died, man.

We know. We're sorry.

You okay?

Yeah, man.
It's my... My head is just screwed up.

So, um...

does Sandy have any enemies or, uh...

get in any fights with anyone lately?

Dude, I don't know!

I just want to go take a nap.

Ben, listen, if you want to help Sandy,

we're gonna need you to focus, okay?

Why don't you find her?

"Her"? Who's "her"?

Kim.

She moved in a few months ago.

Sandy and I started
hanging out with her,

meditating together.

Kim was a teacher and then
she lost all interest in me

and she just wanted to
spend time with Sandy.

A lot of time.

Pissed off all of Sandy's friends.

Like pissed off enough that
someone would want Sandy dead?

Sandy was good people, man.

Hey, uh, is... Is Kim home?

No. She bugged out, like, a week ago.

Okay. Did she leave anything behind?

Some meditation tracks for me and...
and Sandy to chill to.

- Meditation tracks?
- Yeah.

Why'd Kim stop hanging out with you?

Hey. Hey, tell us about Kim, okay?

What was her last name?
What'd she look like?

Excuse you.

What?

Ben?

Oh, crap!

Hey!

Are you okay?

- Don't I look okay?
- Eh...

Cameron, look.

Call Fisher to tell him
we found the killer.

Fisher just left Ben
Spiros at the hospital.

He's in the psych ward for observation.

Did he say why he pushed
Sandy off the roof?

He claims he doesn't remember why.

He only felt an incredible anger

and then blacked out.

He must be lying.

Eh, maybe not. They found a bottle
of Tomemoral in his apartment.

It's a drug used to reduce memory loss.

Apparently he's been complaining lately

about forgetting things.

Well, I heard him
listening to some kind of,

like, meditation music
before he went to the roof.

Meditation music?

Camille is tracing the
company that created it.

No, Camille traced it.

There is no company.

The track isn't available anywhere.

Meaning what?

Meaning the killer is in custody

and the case is essentially closed.

Whoever K.C. is, he or she is not you.

_

I'm not so sure.

Drop it, Kirsten.

We have done all that we can do tonight.

We will take a fresh
look in the morning.

And no more midnight stitching.

Hey!

Wanna do something?

I... Yes, but I... I have this huge

optogenetics project
due and my lab partners

may stone me if I don't
show up to work with them.

Yeah. Okay.

- I'll talk to you later?
- You know it.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Maggie in her office?

- Yeah.
- You okay?

Yeah. When am I not?

Don't do it.

Don't give me the cop glare.

Well, then spill it.

Do you ever feel like
you're in too deep?

Are we talking about a case?

How do you...

How do you stop the work from...

hurting the people you care about?

Well...

I wish I knew.

It's hard for people without a badge

to understand, you know?

Yeah. Okay.

Thanks for the pep talk.

Well, lucky for you,

I have a badge...

and an ear you can bend any time.

Whoo!

Good. Learn your lesson?

Done.

Okay.
This one's apparently good for immunity,

alkalization,
and opening your third eye chakra.

A third eye-opener.

That might be the most
LA thing I've ever heard.

Hey, man, you're the one who chose
to stay in traffic jam paradise.

Why did you stay?

And don't even tell me it was
"for the rewards of teaching."

Really? You want to hear about this?

Of course I do.

It probably sounds pathetic,

but I miss Kirsten.

I miss how easy it was to be with her.

Oh my god, I'm so sorry.

I just threw up in my
mouth a little bit.

You mean you miss being with a woman
who made absolutely zero demands of you,

you selfish English prick?

Ouch.

But that aside,
it was my longest relationship.

Granted, it was long-distance,

but I could always count on Kirsten to
be there when I came back to the states.

I guess that's over now.

And that's a good thing.

What... I'm... What?
Why is that a good thing?

'Cause it got me in here
working out and I ran into you.

You're rather easy to talk to.

And real sweaty.

Does that do it for you?

I'm really glad we ran into each other.

I gotta go. I got to go.

Seriously, how do you
not like Torchwood?

I like it well enough.

- Well enough?
- Okay.

I just don't think Captain Jack was
a deserving character for a spin-off.

Oh, no, no, no, don't. Just do not.

Captain Jack Harkness
is hella compelling,

and a dreamboat, and he is bi.

He is basically the whole package.

You can't hate on the captain.

Okay, well, I guess we're just
gonna have to agree to disagree.

I guess we are.

More wine?

I shouldn't.

It's getting late. I should go.

Yeah. I guess you should.

I'll drive you.

- You don't have to.
- Good, 'cause I don't want to.

Because then you
wouldn't be here anymore.

So...

Say that Captain Jack
rules and I'll stay.

I'll go get my car keys.

Close enough.

Rise and shine, cupcake!

I hate it when people wake
me before my alarm goes off.

More than you hate being late for work?

Oh, it's 9:20, why didn't you wake me?

Oh, this must be what it feels like to
be the mother of an ungrateful child.

Oh, sorry. I'm sorry.
I must have just not set my alarm.

What?

There something you're not telling me?

Um, no. No, no, no.

Just, last night I heard a noise,

and so I went to check on it, um...

but there was nothing
there so don't worry.

It was fine. Nothing to worry about.

Um, hey, Linus.

Hey, it's almost 9:30,
where are you guys?

I'm sorry, I'm running late.

Well, get here as soon as you can.

I think I've isolated the barrier
you ran into in Sandy's stitch.

Okay, good.

Well, I should get dressed.

Mm-hmm. And wash your feet.

Here's the barrier I
mapped in Sandy's memory.

It shows reduced activity in parts
of the brain's default mode network

together with increased activity in
the prefrontal tensional systems,

- Fascinating.
- Thank you, Mr. Spock.

We agreed, I'm Kirk, you're Spock.

I never agreed to that.

- Boys.
- Right, sorry.

This indicates the barrier
Kirsten ran into is

a doorway to a distinct
form of consciousness

which is embedded behind
Sandy's everyday consciousness.

Embedded? As in deliberately placed?

I think so. That is a focused
and absorbed attentional state.

Pull up Ben Spiros'
brain scan from the hospital.

Yup. See, same anomaly.

Sandy Abrams and Ben Spiros both
had their minds manipulated.

They were brainwashed
by this Kim person?

But brainwashed to do what?

Any luck tracking down Kim?

We know she rented the apartment

across the way from Ben and Sandy,

paid for it in cash,
and she takes care of everything

through phone calls and couriers,

but now that we know what the
barrier in Sandy's mind is,

we can drop you in behind it to
see what Kim put Sandy up to.

Have you told Cameron
about your hobbit feet?

- Bah! Hobbit feet?
- It was nothing.

I... I went outside to check on a noise

and I forgot to wipe
the dirt off my feet.

Oh, thank God. I thought you
meant hobbit feet as in hairy.

Yeah, you've seen my feet.

- Did they suddenly sprout?
- Nn...

Mm.

Oh. Time it goes to work, my precious.

Oh, God.

Why'd you tell him?

Why didn't you?

We both know you have no idea
what happened last night.

I must have been sleepwalking.

Look, once when I was a kid,
I walked around the block,

and I got back in bed without
even knowing that it happened.

It's... it's not a big deal.

But it might be a big deal.

The truth is you don't know.

Look, if I red flag this to Cameron,

he won't let me stitch,

and I can't jeopardize
the chance of finding out

if my father's connected to it all.

- Please.
- Fine.

But if your brain goes kablooey,
don't come crying to me.

Induce stitch neurosync on my mark.

Three, two, one!

How'd I do? Where'd I drop ya?

No idea.

Sandy's assembling a gun.

She seems to be prepping for something.

Any sign of Kim?

No.

_

Sandy was programmed to be an assassin.

Her target?

I didn't recognize his photo,
but it was from a magazine cover

cover that read "Horror
Has a New Master."

Roman Bain.

The movie producer?

Perhaps you've all heard of a small,

$200 million grossing movie
called Pig Slaughter 3?

Really? No? It was a big hit.

Anyway, Bain was so tough and
proud of the enemies he made.

I... I got it. Look.

Roman Bain was sued last year

for stealing the idea for a film.

A film about brainwashing.

Well, who sued him?

A woman named Kim Charles.

- K.C.
- Right.

So she claimed she was former MI6,

she pitched him an idea
based on her own experience

with brainwashing people and
turning them into assassins.

He claimed it was impossible
and then stole her idea.

Let me guess, she lost the lawsuit?

Yep,
and then Sandy booked a role in the film

Bain's currently shooting.
Kim must have found out

and wanted to use Sandy to kill Bain.

Okay, I'll have Fisher find Kim Charles.

She went to a lot of trouble
turning Sandy into an assassin.

If I was her, I'd have backup ready.

She did, and he pushed Sandy off a roof.

Brainwashing isn't an exact science.

You know, and it's possible
his programming went haywire.

Well, Kim must have
activated someone else.

We need to warn Bain.

You know how many death threats I get?

Some people,
they don't like when the villain lives.

I mean, who doesn't
like it when he dies?

Think your life is being threatened
over a dead, fictional character?

I once had a fan who tweeted

that he hoped a certain
body part of mine,

one which I'm particularly fond of,
would fall off.

If I'm not getting two to
three death threats a week,

I'm doing something wrong.

We're not talking about
some Internet troll

hiding behind a screen name.

No, we're talking about Kim Charles.

Kim Charles? What, the whack job?

No, Kim Charles, the former MI6 agent

who sued you for stealing
her brainwashing idea.

That's ridiculous.
She made up the whole story.

Then why'd you announce a movie
about brainwashing right after?

Because I came up with a
better story than hers.

Kim Charles is nuts.
Look, if that woman could do

half the things that she claims
she could, well, I'd be shocked.

Maybe, but still, we strongly
suggest you get extra security

on the lot and take some precautions.

At least until the NSA does
a full threat assessment.

You see all these people?

Most of them hate me.

So you wanna do a full
threat assessment?

You're gonna be here for a long time.

Call me crazy, but this music sucks.

That's because it isn't music.

Here, look at this.

Even tone on top is
acting like a carrier

for the messed up tone on the bottom.

- It's a coded message.
- That makes sense. I mean, Ben was wigging out

when he played it for Camille and me.

And there's gotta be an activation code.

Good job, Linus.

Thanks.

Hey, um, off topic,

but have you noticed anything
different about Camille?

Not that I could tell. Why?

She just seems to be backing off again.

- Sorry, man.
- I just don't get it!

I mean, things were going good.

Ah, let's face it.

Women are a lot harder
to read than sine waves.

Hey, welcome back.

What was it like meeting Roman Bain?

Well, I need a shower to
get the sleaze off of me.

He's not taking the threat seriously.

Says that Kim Charles was a phony,

made up her whole story.

What is that?

Oh, it's meditation music.

Don't you feel more peaceful?

No, not really.

Kirsten? Kirsten?

So what do we do?

Well, Maggie's gonna talk to
the head of security on the lot,

see if there's a way for us to talk...

- Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- Kirsten, what are you doing?

Kirsten, put the gun down.

Come on, Kirsten.

Kirsten, put the gun down.

Hey, hey, hey.

Kirsten.

Kirsten.

Kirsten!

What the hell just happened?

She jammed the system!
I can't stop the elevator!

She must have inherited
Sandy's brainwashing

when she stitched in.

Oh, no. It's worse than that.

Kirsten just got activated.

A watched pot never boils.

Actually it does,

and it's far less excruciating
than waiting for you

to figure out where the
hell Kim Charles is hiding!

She was MI6, you were CIA.

If you wanted to go dark, would
someone like me be able to find you?

No.

So, cut me some slack.

Camille, talk to us.

Kirsten's not here.

Well,
can you tell if she's been back at all?

She hasn't. Any luck finding Kim?

No.

I'm worried about her.

If you tell anyone, I'll hurt you.

And you taught me how.

We'll find her.

She wasn't at my place.

Means she's in the wind.

We have to find her
before she hurts someone.

Is Bain under protection?

He won't let us and I can't tell him

how we know without
divulging the program.

If we're gonna save Kirsten,

we're gonna have to
handle this on our own.

Bain, Bain's home, Bain's...

No, that's not where
Kirsten's gonna strike.

Okay, Sandy was programmed

to attack Bain while acting in his film.

If Kirsten inherited
the same programing,

she won't strike anywhere
other than the studio.

She'll wait it out till tomorrow.

Oh, man.

Hey, yo, check it out.

Let me see that.

Want a hit?

You just got dissed, bro.

Nah, she wants to party.

Oh!

Bitch!

Come on, let's get out of here!

You two spread out.

If you get eyes on Kirsten,
radio for backup.

More.

- More green ooze about the edges.
- Okay.

Mr. Bain, I need a minute.

Who are you?

I'm Agent Maggie Baptiste.
I'm with the NSA.

- We spoke last night.
- Right.

Somebody wants me dead.

I am almost certain there will
be an attempt on your life today.

I'd like to get you to a safe location.

When you're totally certain,

come on back and me and you can talk.

I got eyes on Kirsten.
She's headed for Bain.

Hey, Stretch. It's me.

I'd really like it if you
didn't pull that trigger.

Just take it easy, Kirsten.

Okay? You don't want to shoot anyone.

Just stay with me, okay?

Right here. Hey! Right...

right here.

Okay? It's just us.

Look.

Okay. You're being controlled
by someone, Kirsten, all right?

And that is something
Kirsten Clark does not allow.

Ever.

Come on, Stretch.

Remember what you told me?

You told me not to wait for you.

Well, that... that's exactly
what I'm gonna do, all right?

I'm gonna wait right
here as long as it takes

until you're able to break
free from this, okay?

I know you can hear me.

And I know how strong
your mind is, okay?

It's one of the strongest
minds that I have ever met.

Remember when I died for you?

Well, I'm willing to do that again,

except this time,
you won't be able to bring me back.

Now, come on, Stretch.

You still got work to do.

Make the bounce.

Kirsten?

I'm okay.

I'm okay.

Gun!

- Cameron, get her out of here.
- Okay.

Whoa, whoa, no, no!
I want that woman arrested!

You mean the woman that
just saved your life?

Hey.

- Drink this.
- I'm fine.

You're not fine.

Been in your shoes more than once.

Trust me, it helps.

That's not just tea.

No. Some situations
require more than just tea.

Like when you shoot your first person?

You didn't have a choice.

You did the right thing.

At least you didn't kill her.

She's lucky you aren't a better shot.

How did she know about
the Stitchers program?

She didn't.

But when you showed up on her doorstep

in the middle of the night,
she realized that

you somehow had inherited
Sandy's programming,

and her MI6 training wasn't
about to let that go to waste.

I was so convinced it was Stinger.

That's too bad.

What?

I was hoping that letter
was meant for you.

It would help you get closer
to finding your father.

Mm.

Mm!

Hey.

How you feeling?

Okay. Why don't you tell me?

Well, your brain scan came back clean.

There's no trace of Kim's
mind manipulation left.

Good.

Thank you for what
you did at the studio.

How did you know that I'd snap out of it

and not shoot you?

I didn't.

But we've been in each other's minds.

I know you better than you think.

Hey, uh...

do you wanna do something tonight?

Um...

I can't.

Okay. That's okay.

Uh... another time.

Sure.

Bye.

Hey!

You wanna hang out tonight?

Mm... no, I'm tired.

I think I'm just gonna crash.

Oh. We can crash together.

Uh, I've got a 1,000 thread count
pillow with your name on it.

Oh, Camille. Glad I caught you.

Yeah! Um...

Go. I'll talk to you tomorrow.

So tell me. How's it going?

Good. On schedule.

Does he have any idea?

No. Liam believes my joining
his gym was a coincidence.

And Linus?

He, I think, suspects something.

I hate lying to him.

Well, the less he
knows, the safer he is.

You're not lying to him.
You're protecting him.

Yes. I know that.

I just don't think he'd see it that way.

Liam Granger is a soft target.

I need to find out what his role is

and who he's playing for.

Have you been able to gain his trust?

Yeah, I think he's taking the bait.

Okay.

Wait. Maggie, um...

how far do I go with this?

How far are you willing
to go to protect Kirsten?

Hey.

So what's up?

I've got some good news

and bad news about Elizabeth Stinger.

I'm listening.

Can I come in or you gonna
take my gun from me again?

Uh, depends on the news.

Come in.

The good news,
Elizabeth Stinger got remarried

and changed her name to Elizabeth Brown.

Do you have a number for her?

That's the bad news.
There are over 250 listings

in California alone under that name.

Oh.

How soon can you get them all to me?