All language subtitles for Stitchers.S01E02.HDTV.x264-KILLERS

Previously on "Stitchers"

Why did your father kill himself?

- He didn't. And he wasn't my father.
- My name is Maggie Baptiste,

and I'm working on a project that needs

someone with your particular aptitude.

Welcome to the Stitchers program.

Has anyone ever done this before?

Her name's Marta. She couldn't handle it.

We work for a secret government agency

that hacks into the brains of
corpses and reads their memories.

Get out of here before I tase both of you.

Polygraphs don't work on me. I fail them.

Because of this condition of yours.

I know you don't get
relationships, like, at all.

What's your problem that makes it
that you don't have any friends?

- Whose bed did I just wake up in?
- Mine.

We've been asked to look into
the death of a research scientist.

He and his partner developed
the Stitchers technology.

His name was Ed Clark.

- Who was his partner?
- Your father.

Why weren't you and your father close?

You're the detective. Detect.

I'm in.

Where's my stuff? I thought
you were kicking me out.

Yeah, you know,

about that... I was just mad.

I put it all back into your room.

Did you put everything
back where you got it?

Don't be ridiculous. So, tell me,

did you guys stop the bomber?

Yeah, basically we prevented
U.C. Santa Monica's library

from being turned into a crater.

Shut up.

I can't believe you get
the dead to tell you stuff.

- When do you do it again?
- Tomorrow.

Uh, what... what are you doing?

I feel bad about...

Just how I acted before,

accusing you of screwing up my project

and getting you put on academic suspension.

So I went ahead and cooked us

a let's-be-friends dinner.

I'm trying to say I'm sorry.

So this is what "sorry" looks like?

Yeah.

Seriously?

Okay.

And this is what "pissed off" looks like.

I want it on the record that I'm
stitching you in under protest.

- You keep records?
- Of course not. It's an expression.

Comm links.

We still don't know what happened
to you last time you got stitched.

I touched something. I saw stuff.

- What's the big deal?
- Yeah, stitch happens.

Okay, that never gets old. Right.

You're not supposed to
be able to touch anything.

You're in someone else's
memory. It's an intangible.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- Did I break your super-secret technology?
- Maybe.

You should have seen the
monitors in the lab that day.

They were going goofy all at the same time.

- Goofy?
- Goofy, zany... who cares?

What I need to be able to understand
is how you were able to make

physical contact with an
intangible memory object

and why it put our
computers' panties in a twist.

Panties in a twist? Is
that the actual terminology

or just another expression?

That's actual terminology
we use. We're men of science.

How much time do we have?

The sample's brain will degrade
beyond viability in less than 48 hours.

The sample has a name... Ed Clark.

Right. Sorry.

Kirsten, I just want you to be safe.

You think that

because of what happened
to the other stitcher...

- Marta.
- Right, Marta.

You think that what happened
to her could happen to me?

I don't know.

Okay.

Well, until you do, I'm going in.

Look, I didn't connect with
Ed much, but he did raise me.

I need to find out how he died, for real.

I owe him that at least.

You sure you're ready for
what you might see in there?

Let's find out.

Stations, everyone.

Lights to 20%, please.

Mission clock is set to five minutes.

I'd like a go, no-go for stitch neurosync.

What the hell?

Ed can wait.

Something's come up.

- Synced and corrected by martythecrazy -
- www.addic7ed.com -

Lisa Keller, age 18. Died last night

at a rave in Hollywood
from a drug overdose.

What was the drug?

It's called Burundanga.

It comes from Colombia.

It's affectionately known
as "the devil's breath"...

basically the scariest drug on the planet.

Linus.

At low dosages the drug
acts as a disinhibitor.

It makes you do things that
you normally wouldn't do.

But at high doses, the
drug causes disorientation,

hallucinations, convulsions
and, ultimately, death.

You stopped me from
stitching into Ed's memory

for a drug investigation?

I'm sorry, is keeping a horrific drug

off the street not worthy of your time?

Ed's down to less than two days
before his memories degrade.

This girl's memories have
twice as long. Do the math.

This drug is new to L.A. if
it hits the street in quantity,

we're looking at hundreds
of kids dead or dying.

You see, I did do the math.

You got me to be part of this
morbid confederation of yours

by telling me I would get the chance

to find out how Ed really
died... murder or suicide.

And as long as there is
time remaining, you will,

but after we find out
where Lisa got the drugs.

Fine.

Well, are we gonna do this?

Date of birth... 13 June, 1991.

No driver's license, due to a
medical condition of some kind.

Mother, dead. Father, unknown whereabouts.

There are big holes in
her personal history.

Your point, Fisher?

There's something not
right with Kirsten Clark.

The guy that everyone assumes is
her father, who she's not close to,

is actually just a family
friend who raised her.

And can you tell me why
she has the protection

of some subdivision of a
subdivision of the N.S.A.?

Let's say... and this is a big let's-say...

you're right. You know
what my advice would be?

Let it go. Whatever your
Kirsten Clark's up to,

it isn't L.A.P.D. And,
for sure, it isn't you.

- Captain...
- Lisa Keller.

O.D.'ed at a rave last night in Hollywood.

Open the investigation.

Her mother is a judge,
so button this one down.

The Kirsten Clark thing...

let it go.

This is Detective Quincy
Fisher, robbery/homicide.

How soon can I get the toxicology report

on that Hollywood O.D. from last night?

Yes, Lisa Keller.

What do you mean, you can't find her body?

I know it sounds like a
big deal, but it's not.

You can't find a body.
How is that not a big deal?

This is Los Angeles.

We get a lot of bodies in
and out of here. It happens.

You never lose your car keys?

You did not just make
that comparison, did you?

Definitely not Lisa Keller.

Nope.

Did you file a report?

Look, Detective, you're new here,

and I get that you want to do things right.

Just give me a day or two to
figure out where the breakdown is.

I'll find your Lisa Keller.

Trust me, wherever she is right now,

she doesn't care.

I'm gonna go interview the rave promoter.

I'll be back in a few hours.

Find her body.

Will do.

We may have a problem.

Sample is online.

She's so young.

Let's get this done.

The sooner we do this,

the sooner I get into Ed. That's all.

Stations, please.

Lights to 20%, please.

Atomic batteries to
power. Turbines to speed.

Mission clock is set.

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

- Life-sci?
- We are a go.

- Sub-bio?
- Go.

- Engineering?
- Go.

- Communications?
- Yeah, we're a go.

- Medical?
- Go.

Comm check. One, two, one, two.

- Can you hear me, tough guy?
- Yes, I hear you.

Okay, we've mapped Lisa's
memories as best we can.

As best we can? Is there a more
accomplished team I should be working with?

She was on drugs. It's unclear

how that affects memory mapping.

- Should I be worried?
- I'm not sure,

but you'll tell me in three, two, one.

Induce stitch neurosync!

Whoa.

You okay? What do you see?

There are a lot of people here!

Let's... let's use our
indoor voices, boomer.

You're the only one
that can hear the music.

Okay, got it.

Explore your environment. Look around.

I can't...

I can't really focus my eyes.

I feel really odd.

It's the memory of the drug kicking in.

Okay, Lisa's memory is
being overtaken by the drugs.

Okay, so put me back further.

No can do. I can't map earlier than
a few minutes before she took it.

Okay, the drugs are affecting our
ability to navigate the memory.

- Do you want us to bounce you?
- No.

No, no, I have to get this done.

I see a guy.

He looks like he's in charge.

There's a girl here.

I feel that Lisa knows her.

Her name is Denise.

Lisa is...

Lisa is trying to get this
girl to leave with her.

What?

Condition unstable.

She's getting into trouble.

Heart rate 133, cerebral temp 102.2.

- Linus, can we still bounce her?
- No.

We passed the two-minute
threshold 18 seconds ago.

Okay, Sporto, I'll give you a shiny penny

if you can get your vitals down.

- I'm... I'm bouncing.
- Remember...

Yes, I know. First name... Kirsten.

Exit pin code...

- iheartlinus.
- I am so changing that.

Well?

Lisa didn't O.D.,

at least not accidentally.

She was murdered.

I've been through the police records.

None of Lisa's friends were
out with her last night.

What about Denise?

I searched all of Lisa's social media.

She doesn't have any friends by that name.

No, it wasn't friendship that I felt.

It was...

Protection.

Lisa was trying to save
Denise from something.

And that's what got her killed?

B-T-dubs, after Lisa was
forced to take the drugs,

your heart rate and respiration

were jumping around like
they were booty poppin'.

Yeah, the drugs, um...

They turned everyone into monsters.

Let me stitch into Ed.

That's not going to happen

until we conclude this investigation.

There's nothing else to see.

The drugs distorted everything,

and these teen titans don't have one
good idea between the two of them.

Okay, that is so not true.

I was thinking about ordering a pizza.

Let me stitch back into Lisa then.

I'll stick it out longer,
see if I missed anything.

You have to wait until after
the absolute refractory period.

- What?
- The absolute refractory period.

It's the time needed between stitches

to allow the sample's neurons to reset.

It has to do with the potassium
transfer rate between cells.

Just buy me a drink sometime,
and I'll tell you all about it.

It's true. He gets a few drinks in him,

and that's all he ever talks about.

How long is the absolute refractory period?

Between five and, what, 12 hours.

Each sample and stitch is different.

Okay, so stitch me into
Ed while we're waiting.

The equipment can only be
tuned to one person at a time.

We don't have time to switch Lisa for Ed.

Wait out the refractory period.

You'll stitch Lisa
again, and then afterwards

we will talk about Ed.

Is it okay if I go home and rest?

The stitch made me pretty tired.

Absolutely. You need a ride?

Yeah.

That's so nice of you.

Linus, while we're gone, run the numbers.

See if we can come up with any code

to cancel out the effect
of the drugs on the memory.

Now I'm definitely ordering a pizza.

Hey, would it be okay if we made a
quick stop on the way to my house?

Yeah.

Wait, where are we?

- This is where the rave was.
- The r...

Hey, hold up.

Kirsten, wait, hold.

Wait. Hey.

Hey, look.

You lied to me, okay?

We're on the same team, and you lied to me.

We have to trust each
other. That's the only way

- we're going to be able to work together.
- You done?

Allow me to make a few
clarifying statements.

We're not teammates. We're not coworkers.

I'm doing this for the sole
purpose of getting the chance

to learn what really happened to Ed,

and then I'm done with you and Maggie

and your whole freak show.

Well, that definitely is clarifying.

Look, I'm...

I'm sorry about the freak show comment.

But let's be logical about this.

We want to get the drugs
off the streets, yes?

Lisa's memories were distorted.

Maybe being in the actual
place where she died

will help me remember more
clearly the things that I saw.

Okay.

But we keep a low profile
and, by grabthar's hammer,

please try not to piss anyone off...

Like you usually do.

I'm not interested in
whatever edgy new beats

you think are gonna set the scene on fire.

You want to play that garbage
out here? Go start a record label.

Anything look familiar?

Yeah, that douchebag over there.

No. Damn,

damn, damn, damnedy, damn, damn.

Tickets don't go on sale till 9:00.

Who killed Lisa Keller?

I don't know.

Drugs, according to the newspaper.

And who gave her the drugs?

I don't know.

And you know how you know
I'm telling the truth?

Because I'm running a business,

and dead kids... they
don't pay to come to raves.

Really? That's where you went with that?

What about the guy with the camera,

taking pictures? Maybe he saw something.

That would be Raff.

He's my official unofficial photographer,

but I wouldn't bother him.

Raff isn't nice... Like cleaver here.

We're not afraid of you.

I do not why you are so mad.

We know more now than we did before.

Yep, we know that when I'm confronted
by a bouncer named cleaver, I leak urine.

Okay, how do I do this?

Say I'm sorry?

We shake hands?

Oh, you really don't know
how to apologize, do you?

No, it's not really one of my skills.

Oh, Maggie's gonna kill us.

Okay, man up, stud.

Maggie needs us more than we need Maggie.

Man down, Buttercup. I mean,
she can actually kill us.

She's a former C.I.A. assassin.

Oh, I suppose this was
not to be unexpected.

Miss Clark.

- Nerdy guy.
- It's Cameron.

What are you two doing here?

I'm afraid that's above
your pay grade, Detective.

Don't tell me: A secret
agency mission, right?

Well, if we told you,

it wouldn't be a secret, would it?

The name Lisa Keller mean
anything to either of you?

Fisher, do you play chess?

- No.
- Well, I do.

Queen takes knight.

I'm a "settlers of catan" man myself.

So what exactly do we know now

that we didn't know before? The name Raff?

- Yes.
- Okay, that's not even a real name.

How are we supposed to find this
guy? We have no idea who he is.

But we know where he's gonna be.

- Take me home.
- Like, for reals?

Or are you gonna make me
take you someplace awful?

For real...

Then I'll make you take me someplace awful.

I don't know what the big deal is.

You can totally do this.

I told you... I don't rave.

- Tonight you do.
- Rave?

- We're going to a rave?
- Cameron and I are going.

Well, I'm so coming
with, unless it's a date.

It's not.

And you're not. It's official business.

So what? It's a rave.

The agency doesn't control
the entire L.A. dance scene.

Do they?

Oh my God, come on. You guys need me there.

Have either of you ever
been to one of these before?

That's what I thought. I'll help translate

from "rave" to "noob" for you.

It'd make sense to have someone
there who knows what to look for.

- Yes!
- Okay, fine.

But I'm not going in
there without a wingman.

Good. Find me someone exotic.

Hey, buddy.

I think I've figured out
the drug-filtering algorithm.

I'm just running some
simulations right now.

That's great. I've got
another mission for you.

We are going

to a rave tonight.

You go to raves?

Of course not.

But tonight I do, and so do you.

That's... that's awesome.

I haven't been dancing in such a long time.

I didn't know you dance.

Dude, there's a lot
about me you do not know.

Why are we whispering?

Whispering? I wasn't
aware of any whispering.

Good. How long before we can
stitch into the sample again?

Approximately five hours.

Then I can expect to see everyone here

in four hours and 59 minutes.

Mm-hmm.

We'd better get dancing.

Oh my God.

You are more clueless than I feared.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing...

If you're going to an
accounting convention.

How am I supposed to be dressed?

Not like a real estate agent, okay?

Come on. Come on.

Yeah, thanks.

- You want one of these?
- That is all you, rainbow bright.

Okay.

There they are.

Woof!

Promise me you'll never say that again.

Whoa, Kirsten cleans up good.

- Is that the roommate?
- Camille. Yeah.

Kirsten, you look...

- Ooh, steady, Lab Rat.
- I was gonna say "nice."

Camille, this is Linus.

Woof!

Seriously?

- Shall we dance?
- You lead, I'll follow, baby.

Okay, okay, listen.

We'll cover more ground
if we split up in pairs.

Buddies.

- So it's us.
- Guess so.

- Buddies?
- Or... something.

- I'll let you know when I spot Raff.
- Right.

You... you ever been to a rave before?

No, but I feel like I have.

Yeah, you dance nice.

- What?
- I said you dance nice!

- Oh, I take zumba.
- What?

Zumba!

Okay.

So who are we looking for, anyway?

I have no clue!

Okay, you look like a cop.

What?

You gotta blend in.

Dance!

I said I don't rave,
never said I don't dance.

What are you doing?

Helping a sister out. Come on.

Hey.

Oh. Oh. Okay.

Not bad. You're a fast learner.

- There we go.
- Thank you.

There she is. It's Denise.

- You're Denise.
- Who are you?

We're friends of Lisa Keller's.

I saw her die.

I know. I was there.

Where is that Ass-hat Raff?

I think we found him.

Why are you talking to my girlfriend?

In truth, I never said
a word to her. Right?

Well, before that one.

We're gonna get you out of here.

Hey, who told you where to find us?

Lisa, this morning.

Let me handle this.

You a... "Settlers of catan" man?

More or a "risk" guy, I see.

- Seriously?
- Okay, he had a knife.

Do you have a death wish?

Whoa. Hey, yo, we're dancing here.

Oh, that's them.

Remember me?

Excuse me. Excuse me.

I know you'll remember me.

Woof!

She has a taser?

Damn it. Okay, let's.

You two search the back
half of the parking lot.

Cameron and I will look
for them around the front.

- Look for who?
- Not now, Fisher.

- Stop.
- I have to go. I have to save her.

I said stop.

- Kirsten.
- Kirsten, stop now.

All of you, face down on the ground, now.

Come on, man. This is my best kurta.

Now.

You play football, miss Clark?

I do.

Touchdown.

We're investigating the
death of Lisa Keller.

- Please stop talking.
- She didn't O.D. She was murdered.

And how do you know this?

Because we hacked into
her brain after she died

and read her memories.
It's called "stitching."

Is there anyone in Los Angeles
you haven't told about us?

All of you, up.

I can prove it.

You gotta be freakin' kidding me.

You gotta be freakin' kidding me.

What the hell is going on?

Maggie, you remember
Detective Fisher, don't you?

Who authorized this?

Well, if it makes a difference,
I was going to arrest them,

until Kirsten offered to bring me here.

It doesn't make a difference.

Well, I think we've established

that you can't stop us
from doing fieldwork,

so I figured it would be helpful

to have someone from
the L.A.P.D. on the team.

Figuring out stuff is not your job,

and you were under strict orders

only to observe Kirsten
and report back to me,

not divulge your
involvement with the program.

You're with the program?

You know, I actually hadn't mentioned that

to anybody yet, so that one's on you.

Kirsten, wait.

Fisher, come with me, please.

When you woke up this
morning, did you think

- the day was gonna turn out like this?
- Hm-mmm.

Me neither.

Hold up. Come on. Will you wait?

Don't touch me. You lied to me.

I did not.

I didn't volunteer the
truth, but I never lied.

How long have you been spying on me for?

Pretty much the entire last year.

Look, after we became roommates,

Maggie had me brought in
here and made me an offer.

They'd pay all my expenses

and my grad school costs
if I just spied on you.

All your living expenses
and your tuition costs?

Mm-hmm.

That is a pretty good offer.

I know, right?

And all I had to do was
just keep track of you

and report back if you
did anything strange.

And did you?

I didn't know what to report.
Everything you do is strange.

And my academic suspension...
that thing with your research?

They put me up to that.

Look, they needed you...

Badly,

and they wanted to incentivize
you to join the program.

And you wonder why

I have such a hard time making friends.

So...

Looks like our Kirsten

outplayed both of us on this one.

She's, uh...

Something different.

You don't know the half of it.

Does this actually work?

Stitching?

Yes.

So what are you going
to do with the knowledge

you now have about our program?

I haven't decided.

Well, let me help you
make the right choice.

After we met yesterday,
I did some research,

on you.

What did you find out?

I found out you're like a pit bull.

Once you bite down on a case,

your jaw locks and you don't let go.

But while this may be admirable in a cop,

it's a lousy trait in a husband.

Hey, stay in your lane.

Your dogged pursuit at work has
already cost you your marriage

and will likely lead you

to be transferred to
another division, again.

Okay, I think I'm done here.

I also know you're smart,

and you've been poking around

the Medical Examiner's Office.

I know this because the M.E.
is embedded in our program.

That's how we get our samples.

Who are you people?

We're a federal agency

with a very wide jurisdiction.

Including over the L.A.P.D.?

Particularly the L.A.P.D.

Fisher,

you are the least popular

honest detective in all of L.A.,

but become part of the Stitchers program...

I can make you the most successful

least popular honest
detective in all of L.A.

So I'm being recruited?

Kirsten is right. It's obvious

I can't keep them from doing field work.

And, frankly, I'm not sure I should.

She sees things when she's being stitched

that only she can follow up on.

She's going to need some kind of backup.

Me?

You will remain L.A.P.D.,

but on deep-cover loan
to the Stitchers program.

Keep my kids safe. And in return,

I will give you the official
collar when we close a case.

I can't take credit
for someone else's work.

We're a team. We all take credit.

We all share the blame.

You know how to be part
of a team, don't you?

Refractory period is over.

We can stitch into Lisa Keller again.

Care to see what you've
just agreed to be part of?

I think you may be the devil.

I'm not,

but I admire his closing rate.

Her heart rate is elevating.

Listen, geniuses,

I'm still surrounded by monsters.

Whatever you did to cancel out the
effects of the drugs isn't working.

Because we haven't done it yet. Linus.

Running the filter...

Now.

Okay, talk to me. How's it looking?

Better. Much better.

Her vitals are stabilizing.

Now you know what 20 minutes
into the future looks like.

I see them.

Cameron.

Isolate and reduce the volume
of the background music.

Give us a moment.

I'm going to get you out of here.

To where? Back to the shelter?

For now. Then I'm gonna
get you home to Montana.

Raff will take care of me.

He says he's got a big score coming.

A big score? Stay here.

She's done with you. Got that?

Girl you are hot when you're pissed off.

You haven't even seen me pissed off yet.

I know about your big score.

You keep Denise out of it.

Whoa! Now I'm worried.

Let go of me.

You think you're special?

Working with runaways,

trying to save them?

Well, save yourself.

Raff's forcing the drugs into Lisa's mouth.

Sweet dreams.

Denise, let me help you.

It's too late.

Denise, get back in here.

I'm bouncing.

11545 San Fernando road. The
drugs are in Raff's camera case.

Lisa Keller used to work with runaway
teens. That's how she met Denise.

Lisa was trying to get Denise
away from Raff, so he killed her.

- Certainty?
- 100%.

- We're gonna need a warrant.
- Based on what?

I'm confident you'll figure something out.

Hey, Fisher.

Welcome to the Stitchers program.

Listen, man, this stuff
is not available anywhere.

Yeah, just like that show,

except for this is green,
not blue, and it's for real.

Listen, I want to put you on
my list, but you gotta commit.

My man.

What are you crying about?

Huh?

I don't want anything to do with this.

When we first met,

you never told me anything about drugs.

I understand.

I do. I get it.

So what you're telling me is that you want

to be back on the streets.

Is that what you're telling me, huh?

'Cause that's where I'll dump you...

right where I found you.

I just want to go home.

Baby, you are home.

Victor Thomas, you're under arrest

for the murder of Lisa Keller.

Denise, my name is Kirsten.

We're gonna get you out of here.

Sit down.

How did you know where I was?

Lisa told me.

- Aren't you supposed to read me my rights?
- Eventually.

His computer's password-protected.

Password, please.

What do you need that for?

Because it's faster than
hacking into your computer

to figure out where you're
getting your drugs from.

- Password.
- Screw you.

Password, please.

This is police brutality.

Too bad for you we're not the police.

I'm gonna go get changed.

Oh, good. You're here. Did you get the call

- about prepping Ed for being stitched?
- Yes, I did, but...

Hey, Cameron, how quickly can
you change the computers over?

Guys, wait. Listen.

It's too late.

- No, this isn't right.
- What's not right?

Ed's hit his best-by date.

He can no longer be stitched.

That's bull.

No, it's true. His neural gaps

have widened beyond stimulation.

There's nothing to stitch.

I'm sorry.

Kirsten, I'm so sorry.

You knew exactly what you were doing.

You deliberately brought in the Keller case

to keep me from stitching into Ed's memory.

You give me too much credit.

Did they know? Were they
a part of your plan...

Camille, Linus and Cameron?

No, because there was no plan.

I'm sorry about Ed, but
this happens sometimes.

You promised me.

No, I said that if you can solve
the Keller case fast enough,

you could stitch into Ed.

You didn't. And you can't.

What is it that Ed knows
that you don't want me to see?

The reason I hardly remember my parents,

or where my father is?

The truth about who really killed Ed?

Come with me.

As we speak, Ed's
apartment is being boxed up.

Tomorrow all of his stuff will be delivered

to the home that he left you.

Every shred of paper, photograph, book,

flash drive, and dust bunny

is going to be yours.

Perhaps the answers that you're looking for

will be in those boxes.

Look at her,

because I need you to understand,

all of you,

what you did here today.

Where would Denise be
without the Stitchers program?

Kirsten,

you gave Lisa Keller back her voice,

even if only for a short time,

to finish what she started.

You know those monsters
that you saw in her memory?

Well, there are monsters everywhere,

and with this technology we can stop them.

I looked, Kirsten.

There aren't any monsters under your bed.

Look again, Ed.

There are no such thing as monsters.

Well, I never did like monsters.

Let's go get 'em.

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