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Fisher: Previously,on Stitchers...

Kirsten: It's foggy.

Ayo: Her oxytocin levelsare rising

in responseto what she's seeingin the stitch.

Camille: What was up with youin the lab yesterday,

your hands were shakin'pretty good.

I'm just tryingto be a good scientist.

Good scientistor worried boyfriend?

-I'm looking for the M.E.-Amanda Weston.

You fully coulda told methat on the phone.

I know.But then you wouldn't be heredrinking whiskey with me.

I don't know.It takes me a minuteto trust people.

Everyone deserves to be trusteduntil proven otherwise.

What are you doin' later,do you wanna hang out, maybe?

It is a rolling cipher!

-Ha! We did it!-You did it!

Linus: You reallyhave a super power.

Everyone deserves to be trusteduntil proven otherwise?

I need to appoint someoneto take on my responsibilities

in the lab, and the only personthat I think is capable

is Cameron.

-Why Cameron?-"Everyone deservesto be trusted"?

That is a bad policy.

-It won't bite.-What?

-Maggie's chair.-Oh. I know.

I'm just usedto seeing her in the chair.

Sitting. Glaring.

Come here.

(exhales)

-Ooh.-How's it feel?

-Oh, this is nice.-(laughs)

Oh, yeah, it's gotthat back support.

-Oh---(laughs)

Ahh. Oh gosh, I couldget used to this.

Oh, yeah?Well, let me see.

Mm... yeah, you're right,it's very comfortable.

Hey, I wanted to thank youfor taking me to your mom.

You didn't have to.

I know,but I'm glad I did.

I just-- I didn't--I didn't feel rightabout keeping that from you.

-And also---What?

It kinda felt likeI was taking you to meet herfor the first time.

No, I likedmeeting her.

She's a good listener.

-What, too soon?-Yeah, a little.

-Oh, you wannaget some coffee?-Sure. Always.

-I know where Maggiekeeps her secret stash.-Really?

I'm coming.

(theme music playing)

♪ Take me inside ♪

♪ Take me inside ♪

-(phone chirps)-God,

please text more quietly.

What's with you?

Number one, nothing,

number two, stop shouting.

Mm.There you are.

Where were you last night?

Out.

Well, you look like hell.

Well, your voice is likefingernails made of broken glass

dragging across a blackboardmade of more broken glass.

-Mmm.-She's hungover.

I resent the implication.

You texting Ivy?

Ivy? Ohh, did I knowyou guys were a thing?

Uh, we're just texting.

Awesome.Let me see that real quick.

-"Hey, Ivy, Camille here."-(texting)

"Just wanted to let you knowthat Maggie bitch-slapped me

for saying I trusted you."

Thanks!

Good. You're just kidding.

Just about the text.Please tell me

I didn't violate my own judgmentand lose a potentially

career-changing promotion

just so you could datethe new brunette?

That's not okay.

We're not okay.

(clears throat)

Cameron:Just got the call.

New case.Victim's nameis "Mark Broden."

Camille?

Don't look at me.I didn't kill him.

Well, I know,but this is the time

where you do thatthing with the thing,

you know, you-- yourun down the case for us.

You mean,when Maggie's in charge,

and she gives me the case fileahead of time,

so I have a chanceto review it

and prepare first?

So... sucks to be you.

(clears throat)

Fine.

Uh, here's whatwe know about,uh... Mr. Broden.

He is 43.

Dead.

Obviously.

Uh, there's a, uh,there's a picture

-here...-Are you connectedto the system?

Yes!

Camille:Hm. Mm.

Well, he's a handsome,sideways fellow.

Yeah, moment.

Oh, God.Give me that.

Do I have todo everythingaround here?

Sit down,before you break something.

(sighs)Broden. Ehh, shot to death.

In his Beverly Hills penthouse.

Most likely in his sleep.

No sign of struggle.

No sign of forced entry.

The cops camewhen he didn't show upfor work

or answer his cell.

-What did he do?-Divorce lawyerwho was--

Heh, hashtag irony,was in the middleof his own divorce

from Barbara Broden,fashion model.

So the ex was a suspect.Anyone else want him dead?

Only about half the peopleon the cases he handled.

Hm. Looks likehe represented a lotof high-powered politicians,

so we should considerthat his death might've beenpolitically motivated.

So, is that it, or...?

Considering the three secondsyou gave me to prepare?Yes... boss.

Uh, okay, I thinkwe should get ready to stitch.

Let's make thisa quiet stitch, shall we?

Hey. Thanks for making melook like an idiot in there.

Oh... you didn't need mefor that.

Look, I didn't ask Maggiefor this, all right?

I know you want the job,but you didn't get it.So let it go.

And then maybe you and Icould work togetherand figure out

whoever killed this guy... okay?

Whoo. Nice speech.Am I dismissed?

Mm.

-Hey.-Uh, please don't tell me

you're worried aboutme stitching.

There are thingsthat've been happeningin the stitches

that, yes, worry me.

Can you just...go play with your mice.

Let me do what I do.

Hey!

Look, regardless of us,I'm in charge here,

so I don't like what I see,I'm gonna call the bounce.

(quietly) I could usesome support right now, okay?Not attitude.

Cameron:Lights to 20 percent, please.

I need a go, no-gofor stitch neurosync.Life-Sci?

-Go.-Sub-Bio?

-Go.-Engineering?

-Go.-Communications?

-Go.-Medical?

-Go.-Com check, one two,one two.

A fulland supportive go.

And... I'm sorryabout before.

Thanks for that.

All right, let's button this uplike a Hollywood pre-nup.

Induce stitch neurosyncon my mark.

In three, two, one, mark!

How long have youbeen screwing her for, Mark?

-It's not like that.-Don't you lie to me!

Kirsten:I'm in Broden's apartment.He and his wife are arguing,

she's accusing himof having an affair.

-How long have you beenscrewing her for, Mark?-I consulted with her,

but I did it for you!

You did her, for you!

I swear...give me a divorce,

or I'm gonna kill you.

She just threatenedto kill him if he didn'tgive her the divorce.

-You're overreacting.-Look at me, Mark,look at me, Mark!

Okay, same place,different argument.

-With his wife?-No, different woman.

Her face is wrappedin bandages.

-Beat up? Accident?- The Mummy ?

1932, 1999 or 2017?

'32. Of course.

Uh, boys?

You met someone new, didn't you?

-No.-Didn't you?

She's accusing himof cheating on her, too.

He was a divorce lawyer.Fifty percent of everyonehe worked with

wanted to kill hima hundred percent of the time.

I'm still at Broden's apartment.He is with yet another woman.

I'm getting a patchy neurosyncagain, just like last time.

Heart rate and respirationare increasing.

Kirsten, what's goin' onin there?

This is exactlywhat happened last time.

Yeah, it is.

Broden's memory recordshows his brain floodedwith oxytocin.

Ah! The love hormone.

That's my favorite hormone.

No, wait. It's estrogen.

Princess, you okay?

Yeah.

Just, uh...

-Boss?-I think she should bounce.

I heard that.

No, I'm good.Just trust me.

Okay, who's the womanBroden's with?

I don't know, but there's--there's something about her,

it's like...he thinks she's perfect.

All right, I'm moving youto the death memory.

I'm having trouble breathing.

Broden's in bedwith Miss Perfect.He can't breathe.

Death memoryin 40 seconds.

Ayo:Respiration is struggling.

(trying to breathe)

Let me help.

You knowyou can't help me.

Oxygen levels are critical.

Cameron:Kirsten, I want you to bounce.

I haven't seen... shooter.

Move her.Move her closerto the death memory.

-She'll get therein 30 seconds.-She doesn't have 30 seconds.

Linus, do it!

(keys tapping)

(struggling to breathe)

Death memory in two seconds.

(gasp)

Total respiratory failure!

Kirsten, make the bounce!

(gasping for air)

Relax, relax. Breathe. Breathe.

(sighs)

Hey, you okay?

Yeah. I'm fine.

Cameron, are you okay?

Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.Did you see who shot Broden?

Broden diedof asphyxiation.

Wait. What?He died and thenhe was shot?

Someone mustreally hate this guy.

Unless they didn't knowhe was dead when they shot him.

So who did it?The ex? The Mummy?Miss Perfect?

Or all or noneof the above.

Find anything moreon Broden?

He was a pit bull.Real workaholic,impressive string of wins.

Left a lotta angryex-spouses out there.

None more sothan his own.

Are divorce records public?

Not his,was a closed proceeding.

If he was having an affair,the only ones who knew about it

were Brodenand his mistress.

Oh, mistresses.

The M.E.'s stillworking up the tox screen,

meanwhile,detectives found a 9mmat the ex-wife's apartment.

They're running ballistics nowto see if it matches that bulletfrom Broden's body.

Which didn't kill him.

Which someone stillshot him with.

Mm.

What?

Say something managerial.

Let's bring in the ex,see what she has to say.

-Atta boy.-Oh, was that so hard?

-(elevator dings)-Camille, wait.

(sighs)I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm just reallygoin' through it here.

Me, too.That's why I want youto pilot the next stitch.

Does this have anythingto do with your shakes?

Just do it.

I was never good enoughfor Mark. Can you believe that?

Kept trying to...improve me.

Turn me into whathe thought I should be.

My clothes.My hair. My makeup.

I even got a boob job.For him.

Look at these!

They ruinedmy modeling career. Yeah.

You can stop looking now.

Yeah. (clears throat)

My clothesdon't hang right anymore.

I haven't booked workin two years.

I know I did it to myself.But I really thoughtit would make Mark happy.

And do you knowthe thanks I got?

He started shtuppingthe plastic surgeon.

Miss Broden, security videoplaces you at your husband'shome the night of his death.

-And?-And... we found a gunat your place,

the same caliberas the gun that shotyour husband.

Are you sayingI killed him?

What we're sayingis that we're running ballisticson your gun right now,

and if the resultsare a match, and thenyou decide to confess,

well, the judge will lookat that like you werehiding the truth

until you were trapped.

She still had a keyto the apartment,so she let herself in,

found him alone in bed,went right up to himand... popped him.

Did she sayif he was asleep?

Camille:She thought he was.But she also said

that he was quiet,which was unusual,

because Broden, in additionto his other fine qualities,

snored, loudly.

She also saidhe was having an affair.

With a Dr. Sophia Torres,plastic surgeon to the stars.

Okay, wait, so the suspectsnow are the ex, uh,Miss Perfect,

the Mummy,and Doc Hollywood?

Well, the exis an ex-suspect, at leastfor the potential murder.

Could he have diedof an allergic reactionto something?

Poisoned?

Maybe.All right, I'll head backto Broden's apartment,

see if forensicsmissed anything.

I can follow upon the poisoning anglewith the M.E.,

that would show upon a tox screen.

And I'll set up a meetingwith Doc Hollywood.

Kirsten, can I see youin my office, please?

Am I being fired?Give it to me straight, boss.

Okay.

What's goin' on?

(exhales)Look, I've got certainresponsibilities here

that make thingsa little...

-Awkward.-Yeah, I know, but I don't

want it to be, I don't wanna bewalking on eggshells with you.

But I got a job to do.

I know.And I'm sorry about before.

I'm gonna be fully supportiveof you, okay? Don't worry.

Hm?

Linus:Knock it off, you two! (groans)

-You're right.-Mm.

This is--This is unprofessional.

What? No. Personally,I don't care if you guys do it

in the corpse cassette.I mean, knock it offif you wanna keep on stitching.

-Wait-- What's goin' on?-I figured out why Kirsten'shaving trouble in the stitches.

Why the neurosync is off.Oxytocin. At first, I thoughtit was due to the high oxytocin

levels in the victim'sbrain record wheneverthe stitch got a little, uh...

-you know...-Steamy?

Mm-hm.But I found out thatit wasn't the victims' steam

that was fogging things up,it was yours.

The stitches act like triggers.From what I can see,your brain chemistry

has changed ever sinceyou escaped your ownmemory loop.

-It's flooded.-With oxytocin? Because--

Because of you.You stud.

Oxytocin levels risewithin the first six monthsof a relationship.

The more physically intimateyou guys are, the moreit's gonna mess

with your ability to stitch.

Okay, so then, wheredoes that leave us?

You know, just like,holding hands and takin'long walks on the beach?

Shorter walkswould be safer.

-Well, how do we fix this?-I can program some kind

of filter that'll makethe stitch a little less wonky.

But if you guys wannacontinue stitching,you're gonna have to slow down.

A lot.

Hold hands.

-Mm?-Cuddle.Share a bed.

But anything morethan a stand-up double,and I have no idea

what it's gonna doto your ability to stitch.

(squirting)

(phone ringing)

Camille!I need a decontamination unitover to Broden's right now.

I think I've been poisoned.

Exploding coconut water?

Apparently, Broden's cuckoofor coconut water.

Now, the container that Fisherfound himself on the nasty endof was injected with a bacterium

called clostidridium botulinim,which is the toxin usedto create, boop, botox,

which ingested, can causeparalysis, asphyxiation,and sometimes death.

L'chaim!

-To Fisher.-And his ability to keephis mouth... shut.

A skill I wish someone elsewas better at.

Hm? What?

Is this because I toldyou and Kirsten aboutthe oxytocin thing?

What oxytocin thing?

Apparently, the more intimateCameron and I get,

the more floodedwith oxytocin my brain is,

and the more impairedmy ability to stitch becomes.

So you two can't--

(chuckling) Hm.

But back to the case.So, uh, Doc Hollywood put botoxin Broden's coconut water?

I mean, it would explainBroden asphyxiating.

Doc Hollywood slips botoxinto the coconut water,Broden drinks it,

asphyxiates, dies,then the ex shoots him.

You can't make this stuff up.

W-- We don't knowDoc Hollywood did it for sure.

Kirsten and I have a meetingwith her tomorrow.

Yeah. So do we havethe rest of the night off?

Mm-hm.

(clears throat)

Just... go to bed.

(clears throat)Good night.

Where you goin'?

Home.To take the first in whatpromises to be a series

of cold showers.

So how was your night?

Lonely. Yours?

Not great.

We can do this.We have to do thisif we're gonna save my mother.

Oh, I know.

I'm with you.

Please have a seat.Dr. Torres will beright with you.

-Thank you.-Thanks.

Hey, you find ita little odd that thiswhole place smells like money,

yet there wasno one in that waiting room?

Slow day?

A plastic surgery placein Beverly Hillswith no patients

is like Arkhamwithout inmates.

What does that mean?

Hello.I'm Dr. Torres.

(clearing throat)

Uh, Dr. Torres,I'm Agent Goodkin,this is Agent Clark.

We're with the, uh, NSA.

So I've heard.I also heard what happenedto Mark.

Don't expect meto be all weepy about it.

Uh, so I guess you don't have,uh, very many fond memories

from when you and Mr. Brodenwere dating?

Dating?That would implyan emotional connection?

I'm not sureMark was capable of that.

Do you find me attractive?

Excuse me?

Of course you don't.I'm a latex, botox,goddamn freak!

And do you knowwho I did this for?

-Mark Broden.-Why?

He kept pushing meand pushing meto change my look.

Said he wanted meto be perfect.

He always wanted more.

Your facial surgeries.You must've been prettybandaged up.

My whole face.I mean, you cannot imaginethe pain

that I put myself through.All for him.

And now look at me.

Do you really think,honestly, that somebodyis gonna trust a plastic surgeon

who looks like this?

And after you did thisto yourself, he left you?

For someone new.

Someone... perfect.

(phone rings)

Hm, it's uh,the o-- office, okay, I'll be--I'll be right back, sorry.

-Camille, hi.-How's it goingwith Doc Hollywood?

Have any work done?Make your nose a littleless buttony?

Funny.Listen, Doc Hollywoodis the Mummy,

and she hated Broden.

She could be our killer.

The only thing she's guilty ofis working in an industrythat perpetuates

negative body image.

I heard back from the M.E.There's absolutely no evidenceof botulism in Broden's body.

She may have botoxedhis coconut water,but he never drank it.

Wait, so... neither the exnor Doc Hollywoodkilled Broden?

-Apparently not.-So, what? Natural causes?

Looking into it as we speak.

(crash)

Don't... move.

Relax.

Listen, Doc Hollywood,I'm sure whatever--

-Dr. Torres---Shut up!

I had an old copy of the key,

and I went over there last week,

and I injected botoxinto that bastard'scoconut water.

And you know what?I'm not sorry.

He killed me...the real me, a long time ago.

And now we're even.

He never drank the water.

You're lying.

Here's what's gonna happen:

Me and-- Agent "Hair Extensions"and I, we're walkin' outta here,

Try and stop us, and I swearI will pump him so full of Botox

he'll be deadbefore he hits the floor.

Dr. Torres,Mrs. Reece calledto cancel--

-You okay?-Yeah, I'm fine,I'm just gonna need

somethingfor my worry lines.

So, Doc Hollywood,aka the Mummy, put Botoxin the coconut water

last week hoping Brodenwould drink it.But he didn't.

So then, a couple days later,the ex comes over,puts a bullet

in Broden,only he's already dead,just not from the coconut water.

So unless it was natural causesthere's really onlyone suspect left.

Mm-hm. Miss Perfect.

All right.Let's stitch in and seeif we can figure out who she is.

Camille?You're up.

Wait, you're handlingthis stitch?

Cameron asked me to.

He's got the yips.He's worried about you.and it's getting in the way.

He's been undera lot of pressure lately.

Yeah, and no way to release it.

Don't worry.I'm sure he'll beback in the saddle

within a day or two.And of course I meanthe stitch saddle,

not the... saddle.

-You got this, right?-Absolutely.

Any-- Um... any chanceyou and Cameron can havea good old-fashioned

platonic date...elsewhere tonight?

You met someone?

Something like that.

Don't do anythingI wouldn't do.

Don't you mean "can't" do?

-Ooh.-No.

Broden's in bedwith Miss Perfect.

Linus?

Oxytocin filterseems to be kickin' in.

I-- I'mhavin' trouble breathing.

He's... startingto get into trouble.

Okay, Camille,stay focused.

I'm totally focused.Relax, boss.

Let me help.

(struggling to breathe)You know you can't help me.

-(beeping)-Kirsten's oxygen levelsare dropping again.

-Okay, I should take over.-I got it.

Kirsten, I'm keeping youfrom flashing forward this time.Tell us what you see.

Broden's on his feet. Barely.

(labored breathing)

No! No, please don't put mein there.

Mark... please.

He has a hidden space...hidden behind a painting.

He's forcing Miss Perfectinto it.

(struggling to breathe)

-Death memory in 12 seconds.-Okay, that's enough.

Kirsten, make the bounce.

(struggling to breathe)

Broden kept Miss Perfecthostage in a secret chambernear his bed.

There's no indicationon the police reportof anything like that.

She's still in there.Camille, call Fisher. Go!

Hold on, miss,we're gonna get yououtta there!

(thud)

Is she dead?

I'm not surehow to answer that.

Clearly, she couldn't bethe one who killed him.

Linus:Not unless she'sthe bride of Chucky.

On a very special episodeof The Stitch Lab Gone Wild...

We're just examining herfor clues.

Sure, let's go with that.Kirsten, you saw herin the stitch

and said she was real.

She was Broden's fantasyof a perfect woman.In his mind, she was real.

Or at least, he wanted herto be real.

And so that's whyI saw her as real, too.

Things are about to geta whole lot stranger.

She's equipped with audioand video recordingcapabilities.

Aw, man, so he was recordinghimself with her?

Mmm, that's it, I need a bucket.I'd rather have a one percentchance with a real human

than a 100 percent chancewith a rubber one.

Guys, Broden was with herwhen he started

having trouble breathing.She might've recordedwhat happened to him.

Yeah... we got a problem.

We can't view it here.

I don't even wanna knowwhere you pulled that from.

A slot... from the backof her head.

You see, Miss Perfect heredoesn't save data internally.

It uploadsto a cloud-based storage system.

So who made it? Her?It? Her?

Well, there's a serial numberon the CPU.

Heh! I kid you not.

"Valley of the Love Dolls"?

So, I shouldn'tcall them love dolls.

-No.-Sex dolls?

-No.-So, what do we call them?

-I don't know.-Didn't you used to playwith dolls as a kid?

Not this type of doll.

(chuckles) Whoa,that must've costan arm and a leg.

What? I thoughtyou found my senseof humor disarming.

Seriously, Cameron, stop.

Oh, I don't know if I can.This place is a prettytarget-rich environment.

You must Agents Clarkand Goodkin from the NSA.

Yes. You're Mrs. Underhill?

-Julie.-Mm.

Oh! It's not gonnafall off on me, is it?

I'm kidding.

-Can you just stop it?-It was a joke.

Hey, thanks for agreeingto speak to us about your,uh, sex dolls-- love dolls--

dolls d'amour, shall we say?

We preferto call them companions.

And we call the company"Valley of the Love Dolls"

because people seem to likeold movie references.

So, Agents Goodkinand Clark, you're-- you'reinvestigating a homicide?

A possible homicide.One of your customers diedtwo nights ago,

Mark Broden?

If it was a crime,it's possible that his companionrecorded it, and we'd like

to look at any audio or videothat was uploadedto your servers.

Is that a problem?

We cater to a veryelite clientele.

Politicians,celebrities, judges.

They expect usto protect their privacy.

Yeah, Julie's right.We don't want to withholdinformation from the NSA,

but, we can't release anythingwithout a court order.

Just puts usin a very vulnerable position.

No problem.We'll come back with a warrant.

Sorry for any trouble.

-That's okay.-Wanna see how wemake our companions?

(whistles)

Whoa.

Sam:I started all of thisas a hobby.

But Jules here...she is the real visionary.

Turning my mad pastimeinto a business.

Perfect team, huh?

Takes hard workand open communication.

A little jealous devotionhelps too.

Julie:Not when it gets youa night in jail.

Sam:That was a long time ago.

We were at a bar in Tucson.

This creep made some commentabout my looks, and Sambelted him.

I was so angry.

Now I'm just embarrassed.

I need to talkto Jennifer about addinganother enhancement.

-Our employees are artists.-(no audible dialogue)

You know,they put a lot of time

and creativityinto what they do.

So, you know,they can get a little intense

when customersmake last minute changes.

Like Broden did.

He always wantedenhancements, and thenhe'd just... change it up,

all over again.

Spun everyone outuntil he was finally satisfied.

Anyone, uh, spun out enoughto kill him?

We're artists.We're not killers.

-Kirsten: Mm-hm.-Who knew there could beso many, um, uh...

Enhancements?

Yeah.

Well, that's enoughabout that for tonight.

-Mm.-So, what now?Do you wanna stay here?

You wanna go backto your place?

Oh, Camille wanted the houseto herself tonight.She's having "company."

Oh, well.At least someone's...

-It's so much harderthan I thought it would be.-What-- You thought us

not being togetherwould be easier?

You hear how that sounds,don't you?

What?How could you say that to me?

Do you know how longI waited for you?

Are you kidding me? Not nearlyas long as I was willing

to wait for you, and I'm stillwilling to wait for you

-if that's what you need, but---Okay, so what do you wantfrom me?

You want me to give upon my mother?

No. I just don't think

your heart is breakinglike mine is

over the factthat we physically

-can't be together.-Really? Is thatwhat you think?

I don't know. You tell me.

Okay. You know, I thinkwe should take the nightoff from each other.

I think you're right.

Okay.

♪ These days I tell myself"Be open"♪

♪ Spent too muchnothing but frozen ♪

♪ And always afraidof crossing any of the lines ♪

Ooh!And she plays guitar, too.

Yeah, it's called, uh,"Until You Find Me."

-It's very nice.-But...?

What?No! I-- I love the lyrics,

they're so pretty.I mean-- I-- I don't thinkyou need the "C",

I think you can, uh,keep it consistently "E minor"every time around,

but that's just... uhh!

Do you have somethingyou wanna tell me?

-I play a little.-Why didn't you tell me?

Now I feel so stupid.

No, it's not--It's not really...something I... share.

-Oh, well, that's stupid.-I just feel... likeI'm constantly being judged.

Like my whole life.And I just needed one thingthat's just for me.

You know, that no onecan judge me into hating.

Well, I don't judge.

Play.

-Oh, my god.-Yeah, play.

Oh, god.You're putting meon the spot, girl.

Uhh. Okay.

Uh-- See how goodmy recall is. (clears throat)

Ah.

♪ I couldn't move,couldn't run away ♪

♪ Standing, staringat a "Don't Walk" sign ♪

-♪ These days I t-- ♪-♪ Tell myself ♪

Both:♪ Just be open ♪

♪ Spent too much timenothin' but frozen ♪

♪ And always afraidof crossing any of the lines ♪

Ugh, well, it's not perfect.

What is?

(knocking)

Are you busy?

(clears throat)

This fancy pieceof equipment you're inis called the corpse cassette.

Although that doesn't exactlyfit your situation, does it?

I'm gonna run a materialanalysis on you.

I'll be gentle.

(typing)

Holy hell.

Give me 20 more.

Come on, dig deep.

(laughs)

It's funny.I remember sayingyou could stay tonight,

but I don't remember asking youto be my personal trainer.

This is good. What is it?

Uh, I don't knowwhat it's called.

Linus ordered it.

Okay, coach.(exhales)

What is your assessment?

Well, I don't believethat that was 20 reps,

but you're in great shape,and you need to workon your flexibility.

I am hoping Linuswill help me with that.

-He's coming over. Tonight.-Oh, really?

So, why aren't you outwith Dr. Scientific American?

Cameron and I had a fight.

We're... mm, going througha rough patch.

Two words: "makeup sex."

Yeah, well,we're kinda not doing thatright now.

Really?Is it a performance kinda thing?

(laughs) No.

-Mm.-Mm.

What are you gonna do?

I don't know.

Is this, um...too soon, us doingthe whole sister routine?

Maybe.

But... I like it.

So do I.

(phone chimes)

Oh. I gotta go.

Thank you, for dinner.

Mm-hm.Well...

uh, I hope everythingworks out with Cameron.

Thanks.Thank you.

(laughs)

-This better be good.-This better be betterthan good.

Ooh, it's way better.

I know who killed Broden.

Who?

-Miss Perfect.-If this is a joke, Miss Perfectis gonna have company in there.

Broden died from a severeallergic reactionto Ducoflex 9090,

the exact latexthat Miss Perfectis made from.

Wait, wait,so it wasn't a murderbut an accidental death?

Two real women wantedhim dead, but the fake oneis the one that killed him.

You-- You reallycan't make this stuff up.

Oh, kids, well,before we all do

the "case closed" happy dance,

I just pulled upthe order form

for Miss Perfectfrom Broden's emails.

Apparently, she is the secondcompanion he ordered from"Valley of the Love Dolls."

He returned the first one,because, and I quote,"she wasn't beautiful enough."

This one was madeto his exacting standards,including that she not contain

Ducoflex 9090.Apparently, he knewhe was allergic to the stuff.

May I, for a second?

Be my guest.

Thank you.

What was the modelthat Broden orderedand then returned?

Something calledthe "Desert Flower."

(typing)

Sam said Brodenmade enemies at the company.

Well, yeah, but if I'ma chef at a restaurant,

and someone sends backthe Coquille St. Jacques

I'm not gonna go outand kill the guy.

Unless you're sleepingwith Coquille.

Huh?

Who does this remind you of?

Fisher:Ooh, no way.

Fisher, what are youdoing right now?

Going with youto the Valley of the Love Dolls?

I'm going too.

I started this with you,I'm gonna see it throughto the end.

Mr. Underhill,thanks for meeting us so late.

This is Detective Fisher,he's LAPD, he's helping uswith the murder of Mark Broden.

Is this about the warrant?

Still working on that.We think that oneof your employees

may have killed Mr. Broden.

None of my peoplehated him that much.

Mind if we have a look around?

No.

Which one of theseis the, uh... "Desert Flower"?

Uh, we don't have that modelin production at the moment.

How about the "Desert Flower"Broden returned? She around?

We decommissionany returned companions.There's no market for them.

Can't imagine there would be.

Well, what do you do with them?Throw them away? Melt them down?

We never destroysomething as perfectas the "Desert Flower."

Look if there's nothin' elseI really need to get back hometo Julie.

She was the, uh, the body modelfor the "Desert Flower", yeah?

We-- We just, caught a peekat the catalog.

There'sa striking resemblance there.

You have an eye for beauty,Agent Goodkin.

-Thank you.-Yes, Julie was the body model.

She's perfectly proportioned,so, why not?

-Cameron: Heh.-Must've really bothered you

when Broden returned her.

Made me very mad.

I can imagine.

I mean, you went all beast-modeon a guy at a bar

just for making a commentabout her.

Can't imagine what you would doto someone who thought your wife

was so disgustingthat he couldn't stand the sightof even being near her.

Seriously?

Let him go.

This syringe is filledwith silicone.

And I will pump it directlyinto Goodkin's carotid artery

if you don't do exactlyas I say.

-Sam...-Don't!

No one has everreturned the "Desert Flower."

See, that's when I knewthat Broden, he had no idea,

he had no ideawhat real perfection was.

-Got him?-Yeah, I got him.

He didn't deservea companion like Julie.

He didn't deserveto be on this earth.

Take him.

(gunshot)

(groans)

No. More. Jabbin' me.In. The neck!

(groans)

-Nice shot, Fisher.-Yeah.

You okay, boss?

(voice on police radio)

Cop:We're comin' back here.

Cameron Goodkin,"armed" and dangerous.

(laughs)Oh, I hate that I didn'tcome up with that one myself.

(laughs)

I guess that perfect couplewas far from.

There's no such thingas a perfect couple.

Not even you and Stephanie?

We got plenty of stuffwe're workin' through.

I mean, we didn'tget back together thinkin'either of us was perfect.

We got back togetherto find the answerto the only question

that really matters...

after you get olderand the excitement fades,

will we still be happyto spend the restof our lives together?

So what's the answer?

Well, I'll let you know.

-(laughs)-But right now,we're leanin' hard into "yes."

See ya.

You know, I stillcan't go home.

So where does that leave you?

With my heart breakingbecause we can't be together.

(classical music playing on TV)

-Kirsten: That was incredible.-I knew you'd like it.

Mind blowing.

(TV turns off)

Well, 2001: A Space Odyssey is pretty much the mind blowing Godfather of sci-fi cinema.

(laughs)

-Thank you.-No, no, no, thankStanley Kubrick.

No. Thank you.

For this, for...agreeing to just,hold off.

Just until I save my mom.

Kirsten, saving you mom'sthe most important thing,I get it.

You do, don't you?

Mm-hm.

How are thoseoxytocin levels?

Holding steady. Yours?

Cameron: Hm.

(laughs) Never lower.

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