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Previously on Stitchers...

The more physically intimate
you guys are,

the more it's gonna mess
with your ability to stitch.

How long are you
gonna keep this up for?

As long as it takes
for you to work up
a damn oxytocin filter.

- We have to do this if
we're gonna save my mother.
- Oh, I know.

Her chamber!
The computers, the monitors.
Everything is just gone!

- Where's my mother?
- The less you know, the better.

Is this, um, too soon?
Us doing the whole
sister routine?

Maybe, but... I like it.

We know
as well as you do

that you've been
seeing Daniel Stinger.

What is gonna happen to me?

Well, that all
depends on you.

I need a friend.

How do you think your
new friends would feel

if they found out
who was really behind
the young Cameron anomaly?

Why would I ever
leave this memory?

You never have to.

Come here! Look at this.

Ivy ran the anomaly on us.

She's the one
who almost killed me.

I'm really glad you called.

- I could really use
some sister time.
- Come in.

Linus! What are you doing--

I didn't expect
to see you here.

Yeah. That's the whole point.

Okay. What's going on?

That's what
we want to know.

- What are you talking about?
- We're talking about what
we found on your computer.

When were you on my laptop?

While you were out. Yoga.

Wait. You broke
into my place?

Well, you broke
into Kirsten's mind, so...

- Kirsten?
- We know you're
the anomaly, Ivy.

We found your 3D model
of Cameron.

You trapped me
in that memory,
not Stinger.

- Let me explain.
-Explain what?

How you locked your sister
in a coma for three days?

- How you almost killed her?
- I helped wake you up!

That was only after
we called you.

What if we hadn't
brought you in?

Why did you do it?

Because...

you made
our father leave me...

again.

He told me that we were
all going to be together.

A family.

So, I believed him.

When you called
the NSA on him, and he left,

and I was so upset,

I took over the avatar
of young Cameron
that he created.

Wait. Hold on.
You weren't the anomaly
the whole time?

No. Only the time
that Kirsten was trapped.

He was using that
to make you trust him,

to bring you back to us!

We know you've been
in touch with Stinger.

- Are you working for him?
- No.

He showed up a few weeks ago,
and I kicked him out.

Wow. You just can't stop lying.

You really are
your father's daughter.

- Linus.
- No. I'm done.

I'm out of here. No way.

You know all Linus ever did
was defend you, right?

And the really sad thing is,
is that you are...

totally incapable
of knowing

how much you just hurt
my best friend.

I do know.

One day soon...

this will all make sense.

You literally messed
with my head.

I have spent
every day since then

trying to make it up to you.

Doesn't that mean something?

No! Not if we can't trust you.

And we can't.

You stabbed me
in the back, Ivy.

We're not friends.

We're definitely not sisters.

Just run on back to Stinger,
so we can be enemies.

At least be honest
about that.

- Kirsten--
- No.

Go.

Go!

♪ Take me inside ♪

♪ Take me inside ♪

Well, Cameron
usually briefs me

on what I've missed
while I was gone.

Do you have something
to add, Kirsten?

I could tell you
something you missed,

but I guess Fisher
already told you that
we have that proof

that Ivy's
been in contact
with Stinger.

We're talking about
the surveillance photo.

Were you gonna
tell us about it?

Okay.
Sit down, both of you.

I didn't say
anything

because I
didn't want you
taking things

into your
own hands.

But I
suppose you
already have.

- We talked to Ivy.
- And?

We're not talking anymore.

She claims that she's not
working with Stinger,

- but we don't believe her.
- Did she say anything else?

About Stinger? No.

Then we will continue
to keep an eye on her.

I just hope you haven't
scared Stinger away.

You do remember that he is
the one that we are after?

We also have proof that Ivy

was the anomaly
that almost killed Kirsten.

- Not Stinger.
- Ivy?

We downloaded
everything

on her laptop.
It's all there.

I don't suppose
you got a warrant

to search
her laptop?

No?

This is exactly why

I didn't say
anything about
the picture.

No, Maggie.

This is exactly why you
need to talk to me more.

Ivy, Stinger, my mother--
they're my family.

They're not just NSA cases.

Yes, they are NSA cases.

But not only
do you work
for the NSA,

you work for me.

I tell you what
you need to know
to do your job.

Yes, Maggie.
I do work for you.

Cameron, Camille,
Linus, and I,

we put our lives
on the line

every single day.

Now, I want
something in return.

"Quid pro quo, Clarice."

It's from
Silence of the Lambs.

Okay, Kirsten.
What do you want?

Tell me where the NSA
moved my mother.

- I can't do that.
- If you can't tell me,

I won't do another stitch.

Kirsten, the only way
to save your mother

is to keep
mapping the brain.

To do that, you have
to keep stitching.

I need to see for myself
that she's still alive.

- Kirsten--
- Otherwise, there's no point.

- Kirsten, I--
- No.

No mom, no stitch.

Cameron, will you please
talk some sense into her?

I'm sorry, Maggie.
I can't do that.

Kirsten's my priority,
not you.

Not the NSA.

If you know
where Jacqueline is,
you gotta tell her.

- Kirsten, hey.
- No! I have had it
with this place.

- I know.
- I am so angry.

- I can see that.
- Maggie won't talk to me.

My sister betrayed me,
and-- and you--

- Whoa, whoa. Me what?
- I'm so pissed off!

God, we can't be together.

Cameron, this--
this isn't a life.

What kinda life is this?

Hey, hey, look, Kirsten.
Look at me.

As long as we're together,
you are my life.

If you don't want to stitch,
then I don't want you stitching.

If you want to leave,
then I'm leaving
with you, okay?

Okay. Thank you.

Yes. Come here.

Guys, a case just came in.

Maggie, I just told you--

And I heard you.

Help me solve this case,
and when we're done...

I'll tell you what
you want to know.

Victim is Leslie Addams.

20s, highly competitive
pro-volleyball player.

Leslie died last night
of a stab wound to the back.

Her body was found
this morning on the beach

where she was supposed
to play a $75,000 tournament.

Oh, I guess someone
did not want her taking
that money home.

- How many teams compete?
- 32 two-person teams.

Leslie's teammate,
Monica Chamberlain.

Also 20s,
also highly competitive.

While they were a powerhouse
on the court,

off court, Leslie and Monica
had some very public
disagreements.

They were even charged
with creating
a public disturbance,

landing them in court,
which they settled
out of court.

The police have cleared
Monica as a suspect.

Leslie's death disqualifies
her from competing,

so besides clearly
not benefiting
from Leslie's death,

she also has a solid alibi.

Monica was papped
at a pre-tournament party
at the time of Leslie's death.

So, is there
any other suspects?

- Not yet.
- But hopefully the stitch
will get us some answers.

I'm at the tournament.

Leslie and Monica
are playing another team.

The crowd loves them.

Does Leslie see anyone who
looks like they might hate her?

Want to hurt her?

Mm, nope. I'd say everyone's
totally Team Leslie here.

- Okay, that was weird.
- What?

I just got a flash
of a woman

in a changing area
with a needle.

I couldn't see her face,
but she was wearing
the same uniform

as Leslie and Monica.

- Drugs?
- Steroids?

I'll see if I can
find that memory,
and we'll focus on it.

Okay. I'm at a press event
for the tournament.

Monica's giving an interview.

Uh, both Leslie and I
have worked really hard

to hone our own
set of skills

that really
complement each other.

Uh, but I think it really
comes down to teamwork
and determination.

That's just really
the key for us.

And having your teammate
carry you doesn't hurt either.

Monica let a few slip
by the baseline,

but I feel like
I brought my A-game.

Leslie's kind of a bitch.

She didn't just steal
Monica's thunder...

she totally destroyed her.

Textbook 'roid rage.
$20 says Leslie's the one
shooting up.

I'll take that bet.

Okay, I am locked on
to the steroid memory.

All right, moving you back
to the steroid memory, baller.

Okay, I'm here.

Monica.
She's the one using.

- That'll be $20.
- Put it on my tab.

I know it's hard keeping up,
but steroids, Monica? Really?

- Just lay off.
- If you get caught juicing,
we'll both be disqualified.

For once, Leslie,
keep your big mouth shut.

- Or I--
- Or what?

Pretty sure Monica
just threatened Leslie's life.

Sounds like motive to me.
Okay, we're running out of time.

Moving you to the death memory.

Okay. Leslie's alone.

She's on the beach.

Wait. Someone's coming.

It's a guy, 20s, beard.

I haven't seen him
in any of her other memories.

Oh, hey.

He seems nervous, on edge.

- Stalker.
- Crazed fan?

- I don't think she knows him.
- Are you Leslie Addams?

He wants a picture.

I called it. That's a fan.
I would know.

Wait, not a picture.
He's recording video.

The window's open
to a browser with a logo on it.

It's a green pepper, I think.

I'm kind of in the middle
of mentally preparing

- for tomorrow's
tournament, so...
- I'm sorry.

Oh my God.

He just pulled a knife.

He's pointing the knife
and his phone at her.

Okay, Kirsten,
time to make the bounce.

Leslie ran,
so I didn't see him kill her,
but I'm sure he did.

So our suspect
is a killer hipster

who literally stabbed
a volleyball player
in the back?

He shot a video
while he did it.

That takes extreme sports
to a whole new extreme.

Kirsten, is this the logo
you saw on his phone?

Yeah, that's it.

It signifies a browser
configured for TOR.

- That's not good.
- The darknet is
always bad news.

It's a hub for any
and every illegal
online activity.

So he wasn't just saving
a sick and twisted video
for himself...

He used the darknet
to livestream her murder.

So, it isn't enough
to just kill people?

Now you got a live feed?

You would if you had
a paying audience...

or you wanted proof
of purchase.

Like some kinda
thrill-kill club?

"Kill" being
the operative word.
It is the darknet.

The Silk Road marketplace.

Online flea market of sorts

for drug dealers,
dirtbags, you name it.

But I thought
they busted that guy,
shut the whole thing down.

The Silk Road Marketplace
was just one.

There's thousands.
It's the same idea,

where everything
and anything is sold.

Drugs, people,
killers for hire.

It's Amazon for scumbags.

And it's completely
untraceable.

I mean, that's the whole point
of the darknet.

Payments are made
in cryptocurrency--
bitcoins, altcoins--

also untraceable.

Okay, so let's say
I want someone dead.

On the darknet,
killer and contractor
never have to meet?

That's dark.

Yeah, well,
that's how it worked
when I was in the field.

Now it's all digital.

That so? Go on.

"C'thulu - Former Soldiers
of the French Foreign Legion."

"White Wolves Professional"--
they're all paramilitary.

All professional
contract killers

well-known to the NSA.

So we're thinking somebody
paid one of these mercs
to kill Leslie?

I don't know.

Hipster Guy was far from
paramilitary or professional.

I mean, he was so nervous,

he could hardly
hold the knife steady.

- The knife.
- What about it?

It had a distinctive look.
It was, sort of, um...

round, thin at the base.

Round? Like a pizza slicer?

No. More oval.

Uh, pointed at the end.
It was almost--

Weighted, thin base,
oval blade.

Throwing knife.

That's it.

That seems a bit inefficient.

Not if that's what
he was told to use.

Try to make a point.

Mm, and if you wanted
to make a point...

You'd make sure you saw
said point being made.

So, whoever Hipster
streamed the video to

could have told him
to use that knife.

Well, there's always Option B.

Maybe throwing knives
is just, you know,

just his hipster thing.

Like craft beardwax?

Brewing your own kombucha?

Exactly... I think.

Okay. Either way,
contract killer's what we got

until we get something better.

Camille, Linus, darknet.
Live in it.

Look for video chatter.

Anything that resembles
Leslie's death.

You two, talk to Monica.
Find out what she knows.

My office. I have something
I need you to follow-up on.

- What?
- Just making sure
I'm not standing on plastic.

Just a little
"My boss is a former killer
for the CIA" humor.

- You finished?
- I am.

The team. They cut out Ivy.

Apparently, she was
behind the anomaly

that trapped Kirsten
in that memory loop.

- I thought that was Stinger.
- I did too.

Think she's playing us?

Hard to say.

Maybe it's time
we bring Kirsten and Cameron
up to speed.

I can't do that.

How long you gonna
keep them at arm's length?

This may be your best
and only shot

at actually stopping
Daniel Stinger.

Use all your resources.

They're not kids, Maggie.

It is too dangerous.

Keeping this team safe
is one of the few

really good things
that I have done in my life,

and I am not going
to compromise it,

not even to get Stinger.

I get it.

And you're not alone
in this, okay?

I know.

The truth is
I haven't felt alone
since you joined the team.

None of this works
without you. I mean that.

Come on.

Any LAPD detective
could do my job.

Come on, Quincy, you know
you're more than just a job.

The team, they look to you.
They need you.

They do, do they?

- I should take this.
- Of course.

How's our nation's capitol?

Like LA, just...

cold six months
out of the year.

Hopefully, I'll have someone
warm next to me soon.

I'll let you know soon.
I promise.

Quincy, are we trying
to make this work or not?

We are.

I just need some time
to figure things out on my end.

- Okay?
- Okay.

- I'll call you tomorrow.
- Okay.

♪ You know
it feels so good ♪

All right.
Go ahead, serve it up.

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

Up, up, up, up, up.

♪ You know
it feels so good ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh,
oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ You know it feels so good ♪

All right. Thanks, everybody.

I'll be making
my decision soon.

Practice?

Try-outs.

For Leslie's replacement?
That's kind fast, yeah?

Sorry. Who-- who are you?

Agent Clark and Goodkin, NSA.

So, as I was saying,

it's a little bit soon
to be looking

for a replacement
for Leslie.

If she was my spouse, maybe,

but being a pro-athlete
is a business--

a business that doesn't stop
even when we lose somebody.

And Leslie was my teammate,
not my friend.

All right, so let's talk
stalkers and steroids.

If you're asking if
I'm doing steroids,
no, I'm not.

And as far as a stalker
killing Leslie...

your guess is as good as mine.

Recall anyone following her?

Uh, lingering around
your matches?

Hipster guy, beard?

You just described like 80%
of the guys in LA.

But no.

No one that stands out
in my mind.

-Mmm.
- I know what you guys
are thinking.

I should probably
be more broken up

about Leslie being dead,

but... I'm not.

And that doesn't mean
I killed her.

I just don't--
I don't care all that much.

I gotta go.
Are we-- we're done?

- For now.
- Cool.

Guess people deal with grief
in different ways.

You think she's innocent?

Of being
a nihilistic ass, no.

Being a murderer, not sure.

What's up, Maggie?

Okay, we'll be there.

A second body just came in.

Tim Carson, 30's.

Talent agent found
shot to death in a parking lot.

What's the connection
to Leslie?

There isn't one.
Not a detectable one anyway.

Two separate cases
at the same time?

- That's weird.
- Ha. Wait'll you see
the darknet.

I'll pass.

If we only knew
who picked our cases,

we wouldn't have to stand
around here wondering.

We could call and find out.

I'm not having
that conversation again.
Do your job.

Stitch in, and let's see
what we can find out.

Remember our deal.

- When this is over...
- Yes, your mother.

I haven't forgotten.

What are you seeing, K?

Carson's standing
in front of me.

He's looking at his phone.

His bank accounts
are all in the negative.

He's not alone anymore.

You know I'm good for it.

- I wasn't ducking--
- You don't answer
my calls for a week.

Then you call me
to come here?

You think I got a problem
with kicking your ass in public?

This bet was a lock.
They should have covered--

Shut up... or pay up.

What's going on?

Carson's getting worked
over by the thug.

He-- he owes him money,
gambling debt.

Okay, new memory
coming in hot.

On the road, K.

You think you can
just walk away?

Make yourself disappear
like one of your magic tricks?

I own you!

Carson's talking
to a client of his,
a magician.

No one knew who Heretic was
before you came to me.

The magician's name is Heretic.

On it.

He seems nervous, on edge.

Actually, he seems
kinda familiar.

Oh my God.

It's him. It's the guy
that killed Leslie.

Are you sure?

No one knows who I am now.

Let me out of my contract,
or I swear--

Yep. He's got another
throwing knife.

He's threatening Carson.

Is this the death memory?

No.

Oh, grow up.

You signed a contract.

Like it or not,
I'm your manager.

Threaten me again,
I'll make sure
your career vanishes...

before your very eyes.

Death memory coming up.

Okay. Here we go, K.

Carson's in a parking lot.

He's walking to his car.

30 seconds.

It's going down, K.

There's no killer here.

- Unless--
- Unless what?

Um, there's a suburban
average Joe type

getting out of a SUV.

Excuse me.

I'm-- I'm--
I'm looking for the, uh--

He's talking to Carson,
asking for directions.

Carson doesn't know him.

- Ten seconds.
- Time to go.

Wait, wait, wait.
There's a--

there's a bumper
sticker on the SUV.

It says
"My kid is an A+ student
at Acton Middle School."

So, what is the connection

between our two
unconnected victims?

And the connection
between their killers.

Or the connection
between all of 'em.

A volleyball player
who threatens

to out her teammate
for using steroids

and gets stabbed to death
by a magician.

That same magician
wants to drop his manager

who gets killed
by a soccer dad.

In both cases,
someone wanted someone dead,

but someone else
did the killing.

And they all broadcast it
live on their phones.

Could be a kill competition.

- Murder for sport?
-Camille, any luck
with our latest killer?

Well, I don't normally
speak suburbanite,

but that bumper sticker
was unbelievably specific.

I crossed it with Kirsten's
description of the SUV

and got a name and address
for a Patrick Richmond.

Alright, good work.
Okay, Kirsten, Cameron,

come with me to pick up
Patrick Richmond.

Fisher, you and Camille
get the magician.

We'll work our magic.

Keep digging
into the darknet.

Consider it done.

Man, I love old theaters.

Heck, I like even magic show.

And the improbable
"Fisher Likes" list
continues to grow.

You know how they cut
a woman in half?

Pair her up with a man.

Ahh. Heretic, I presume.

- Hey.
- I'm Detective Fisher, LAPD.

This is Agent Engelson
of the NSA.

We'd like to ask you
a few questions.

Questions?

Magicians don't give away
their secrets.

Maybe for us
you can make an exception.

We'd like to talk to you about
Tim Carson and Leslie Addams.

Look, I didn't like
Carson very much,

but I didn't kill him.

Same goes
with Leslie Addams.

Hmm! I guess it would
make sense that you would, uh,

know your manager
was murdered,

but how'd you know
Leslie was too?

I just assumed
the way that you...

linked her together
with Carson.

Ah! Don't! Don't!

I can throw faster
than you can draw,

and this time
I will not miss on purpose.

Alright, take it easy.

You know, you're only making
things worse for yourself.

You don't know the players
in this game, man.

They're worse than anything
that you can do to me.

God!

Worse than that?

It's all in the reflexes.

The moments we wish

we could disappear
from, right, buddy?

He tried to kill us
with the same type
of throwing knife

he used on Leslie.

Okay. So, we know
who killed Leslie and how,

- but--
- But we don't know why.

Exactly.

We brought this guy,
Patrick Richmond, in.

30s, no police record.

Never even been arrested.

Unlikely contract killer.

Maybe. The guy's
been unemployed,

and he's been fighting
a long custody battle
with his ex-wife

over their two young kids.
Maybe that could lead to murder?

Of his wife, maybe,
but a stranger?

- Mm-mm.
- Well, she remarried
some guy with deep pockets,

and they just filed
for full custody out of state.

Patrick's been spending
all his time and money

on lawyers fighting
to get his kids back.

So, he needs money.

Well, maybe he's willing
to kill for it.

All right, we're on
our way to the lab.

Look what you did, Patrick.

You murdered Tim Carson.

I-I didn't do that.

I-I don't even know this guy.

That's what
we can't figure out.

Why would you
kill a stranger?

I'm no killer.

Your SUV was seen
at the crime.

And they swabbed your hands
for gunshot residue.

Those test results
are coming back real soon.

Look, we know
your custody fight
has been difficult.

You're a loving father
whose daughters are about
to be taken away.

I know what that
can do to a little girl.

I thought I could do this
as long as I didn't know them.

- What do you mean "them"?
- Oh, I must be out
of my goddamn mind.

What did you do, Patrick?

Ah, I...

signed up for
this website... All In.

I mean, you-- you hear
about sites like this existing,

but you-- you don't think
it's real until it's--

there it is,

as real as it gets,
right there in front
of your face.

Okay. Hold on.
What's All In?

It's a criss-cross
murder business

for people
who can't afford a...

Hit man.

You have someone
you want killed, so...

you agree to murder
a complete stranger

who someone else
wants killed,

and--and-- and
they kill someone else.

It's like a twisted
"Pay It Forward."

There's no backing out.

If you don't complete
the contract,

All In sends
a compliance officer.

The penalty is death.

Look, I like
corporate structure
as much as the next guy,

but a compliance officer?

That's what he's called.

And that's why
you have to livestream it?

Prove that you completed
the assignment.

Okay, well,
if you kill Carson,

then who did you want...

Your ex-wife.

Right. That was Maggie.

They just arrested Monica,
the pro-volleyball player,

right before she tried to hit
Patrick's wife with her car.

Monica got
the contract on her.

Then we've officially
come full circle.

That should put
a stop to this strange
daisy chain anyway.

Although stopping the chain
won't stop the problem.

- The problem being All In.
- Oh, we know all about it.

Heretic had the All In app
on his phone.

- The app?
-Mmm.

- And how's this for Web 3.
- OMG?

I think I know
how we stop All In.

- We sign up.
- Excuse me?

Well, it's an idea.

Glad you like it.

So to sign up,
put in our name,

and then the name
and details

of the person
that we want killed.

Then I assume in return
you're sent the name
and particulars of the person

you're supposed to kill
within a specific
period of time.

Exactly. So if we
go all in on All In,

we should be assigned
someone to murder.

But then we refuse
to go through with the hit?

And then
we sit back and wait

for the compliance officer
to come.

Exactly. We capture
that scumbag,

bring him in
for questioning.

If we can get them to talk,

we could follow that lead
all the way up to the top.

- Nope. I don't like it.
- Me neither. It's too risky.

-Oh, come on!
- No.

Okay. Yeah.
It was just an idea.

Pretty good one, but...

Uh-oh.

Linus, what'd you do?

You signed up?

No.

I signed Camille up.

I cannot believe
you signed me up
to be a hitman.

- Hitwoman.
- Whatever.

I was simulating. Not doing.

We were discussing
hypothetically signing up.

I filled in your name
for demonstration purposes.

Why me?

I thought you said
it was a good idea.

- Not that part.
- It must have been
an automatic registration.

As soon as you
enter the last field,

it must have registered you
without having to hit
a submit button.

Well, that's how they
drag people into the program.

Okay, so who is Camille
supposed to kill?

Oh, good. An LA County judge.

Okay, who did you say
you wanted Camille to kill?

Uh, good thing is I put
my name down for that.

Oh, well, at this moment,
very accurate.

Yes, Maggie.

Seriously, thank you.

Uh, I mean, maybe
after this is all over,

I could take you
out to dinner, and--

Okay.

She hung up.

She picked up the judge.
She's under protective custody.

She's a total trooper.
She was grateful
for the heads up

that she was on the
wrong end of a kill list.

I guess now we just wait
for All In to call and--

You signed me up
to be a killer.

You signed yourself up
to be killed.

The NSA already pulled
the plug on the All In site.

Besides, you and I
are in a government facility

protected by a SWAT team

20 stories underneath
a Chinese restaurant.

We're gonna be fine...

as long as we don't order
the moo goo gai pan.

That supposed to make
me feel better?

Do you think it's...?

'Bout to find out.

Ready.

Hello?

Is this Camille Engelson?

Yes.

This is customer service
for All In.

We'd like to thank you
for your business.

Oh my God!

You guys!
I'm so glad you called.

I totally signed up
by mistake.

Thought you were
a poker website.

I don't want anyone killed,

and I'm not a killer!
So...

sorry?

That's a problem.

Per the terms
of our agreement,

the penalty for reneging
on your contract is death.

You know that's
a little harsh, right?

Cable just cancels
your subscription.

Our terms are very clear.

Well, then, I guess...

you should probably come down
and kill me then.

We never said it was your death.

No. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Did you get a location?

No.

Start calling everyone.

♪ Working all alone ♪

How can I lay low

when my friends
are in danger?

♪ Want it over ♪

They're surrounded
by guards on lockdown.
They'll be fine.

- I'll get that.
- Mm-hmm.

♪ What do you wanna do? ♪

♪ I wanna be together ♪

♪ What do you wanna do? ♪

Yeah, hey, man,
we didn't order a pizza.

♪ I wanna be... ♪

It's the right address!
The right address.

Uh, extra cheese,
large pepperoni?

- Uh...
- I ordered it.

- Thank you.
- Thank you!

What? You know I eat
when I'm nervous.

Thanks, man.

It's gonna be great tonight.

Are you Detective
Quincy Fisher?

Who's asking?

I'm Kate Ronan.

The person behind All In.

And I surrender.

Special furniture
just for you.

Kate Ronan.

It's been
a long time, Maggie.

Twelve years off grid.

And now here you are.

What's the deal
with Detective Fisher?

He's dreamy.

He's right outside the door,
so don't try anything.

So, how'd you know
to turn yourself in to him?

Once I knew NSA was on to me,
I did some checking.

I still know people
who know people.

Maybe I should warn him

about what happens
to people who work with you?

What do you think?

- I think you haven't
changed a bit.
- Aw.

But you have.
From CIA Black Ops

to the NSA power player.

- You've been busy.
- And so have you.

Extortion, kidnapping.

Murder.

And now this whole
contract-killing business.

Remember how lethal
you used to be?

What I did,
I did for my country.

Call it what you want.

You were just doing
other people's dirty work.

Is that why
you started All In?

To tempt broken people
into doing each others'
dirty work.

Maggie...

we both know
that at some point,

everyone wants
to get rid of someone.

Problem is, most people
don't have the money

or the power
to make it happen.

All In just evens
the playing field.

Your app was downloaded
hundreds of times.

If we hadn't stopped you,

a lot more people
would have been killed.

You almost
got me killed once...

back when you and I
were rising stars in the CIA.

Remember?

Don't live in the past.
It's not healthy.

You were team leader.

You planned the mission.

They overtook our safe house.
We had to run.

You didn't make it
to the pickup point,

so don't blame me,
blame yourself.

I made it...

just in time to see you

and the rest of the team
get airlifted out.

I'm sorry, Kate.

You know you saw me
from the chopper...

and you still left.

If I had waited
and we were shot down,

it would have started
an international incident.

I knew you could
take care of yourself.

You broke the
cardinal rule, Maggie.

Never leave a
team member behind.

I can't change the past.

Then at least have the decency
to be haunted by it.

Every day.

I always knew
we'd meet again someday.

Well, welcome to someday.

What's up?

We worked together.

CIA. There was a mission...

I don't need to know.

Look, you may have worked
with that woman in the past,

but you are nothing
like her, Maggie.

I don't know, Quincy.

What... if we can't
escape our past?

What if we are doomed
to repeating the same mistakes?

I don't believe that.

Our fate is our own.

Can mess up however we want.

Kate!

She has his gun.

She can't get out.

How was she in the lab
long enough to cut the power?

She is exactly as smart
as she looks.

You okay?

There's no way out, Kate!

I knew this was gonna be
a suicide mission,

but it'll be worth it
when I see you dead.

Flank her.

You never should've
left me to die, Maggie.

Kate!

Put the gun down.

Thanks for having my back.

Are you okay?

Recovering.

Kate was willing
to sacrifice her own life

out of sheer hatred for you.

Yes.

Because she trusted me
and I betrayed her.

I don't want the same thing
to happen with us, Kirsten.

Kind of a long shot.
I don't really like guns.

Well, that's good to know.

But, regardless.
We had a deal.
The case is over.

Your mother is
in a secure facility.

I'm going to arrange
for you to see her, but...

- I need a few days.
- Why a few days?

It's for your mother's
own safety.

I don't want to say more

other than to ask that you
trust me one last time.

A few days.

Camille on P.A.:
Hey, guys, um...

don't throw
your drinks at me.

I'm just here to--
to sing a song
about life and death...

and, uh...

the moments you realize...

who and what really matters.

♪ I couldn't move,
I couldn't run away ♪

♪ Standing, staring
at a "don't walk" sign ♪

♪ These days
I tell myself, "Be open" ♪

Why are you smiling?

Maggie is going to tell me
where my mother's been moved to.

- Huh.
- Why are you smiling?

- What's that?
- According to Linus,
a working oxytocin filter.

He did it.

♪ Yeah, I wait, wait ♪

♪ I wait, wait ♪

♪ Yeah, I wait, wait ♪

♪ Till you ♪

♪ Until you find me ♪

♪ Till you ♪

♪ Until you find me, yeah ♪

♪ Like a magic cure ♪

♪ That's always just
an inch away ♪

♪ From your fingertips ♪

♪ You know ♪

♪ Oh, you know ♪

♪ Like the answers
to questions ♪

♪ Afraid to ask ♪

♪ Or the moment of courage ♪

♪ You can't get back ♪

♪ You know ♪

♪ Oh, you know ♪

♪ Till you ♪

♪ Until you find me ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ Till you ♪

♪ Until you find me, yeah ♪

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Till you ♪

♪ Until you find me ♪

♪ Till you ♪

♪ Until you find me ♪

I was surprised
you called.

I'm glad
you wanted to meet.

I'm afraid I have
some bad news.

The NSA is going
to terminate Jacqueline.

The last time we spoke,

you didn't want
anything to do with me.

What's different now?

Things have changed.

Kirsten and...
Linus and...

the whole team.

They all hate me.

You're my only real family.

- I want to believe you.
- You can.

Then tell me this.

If they all hate you...

where'd you get
your information
about Jacqueline?

I used Linus' NSA account
to hack into Maggie's emails.

You're the daughter
I always wanted.

♪ Take me inside ♪