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"Previously on Stitchers... "

You will look back and know that you
were part of something very important.

You didn't warn me people could get hurt.

- There was a suicide.
- I think you're wrong.

This is a picture of Ed and my mother.
Who's been ripped out of the photo?

Impersonating a police
officer. Are you insane?

He's innocent. I feel it.

That's what I'm worried about.

Stitching affects you. It makes
you different for a little bit.

It doesn't always last, but
sometimes people get hurt.

What's going on with you two?

Going on? Nothing.

Is this what love is?

Intense connection and then
heartbreaking loss? Is it worth it?

I don't know. If you
figure it out, tell me.

She's seizing. Cardiac arrest!

- Vitals?
- Cerebral temp is 104.

- Heart rate 155 and climbing.
- Bounce her out of there.

Somebody, get over here now!

Marta, talk to me. Your exit pin code.

I need assistance, stat!

- Marta!
- Memory collapse, ten seconds..

- Marta make the bounce!
- She's tachycarding.

- Bounce her out of there.
- I can't without a stable bio-com connection.

I can't get a clear line.

_

- Five seconds!
- We don't have the time.

If I rip her out now, her mind could fry.

If you don't, she's gonna die.

We're losing her.

Bounce her of there, Cameron, now!

What?

That's how you answer the
phone? Where's my cheery hello?

- I don't do cheery.
- You know, smiling more often

can relieve stress, lower blood
pressure and boost immune system.

- You should try it sometime.
- Why are you calling me

instead of talking to me
here in person at the lab?

- Wow. You are so not a morning person.

I'm not an anytime person.

- Time of day doesn't...
- Matter to you. Right.

If you're gonna make me do a physical,
you could at least be here yourself

- On time.
- I hit snooze a few times too many.

I didn't sleep well last
night. So what did Ayo tell you?

How's your blood pressure? EKG? Any
side effects from being stitched?

Fever? Vertigo?

Actually, I do have

a giant pain in my ass.

Go ahead. Mock my concern.

There's no reason to
be concerned. I'm fine.

- Damn.
- You don't want me to be fine?

No, I want my neighbor to
stop stealing my magazines.

- What?
- I moved from the loft below mine a couple of months ago.

Now the guy in there now refuses
to put his name on the mailbox,

so he keeps getting my magazines.

And you are mourning the
loss of popular geek?

No. Molecular gastronomy.

I like to stay current, but he hoards them.

- So man up and go get them.
- You don't understand.

- This guy is...
- Large?

- Odd.
- You should get along just fine then.

Funny. Okay, fine, I'll go.

But if you don't hear from me in an
hour, look for my head in his freezer.

Robbie.

Hey, it's Cameron.

From upstairs.

Hello.

Love what you've done with the place.

I knew it.

God damn...

Robbie, you know, it's bad
enough you steal my magazines.

You don't gotta dog-ear the pages, too.

Why don't you consider
your own subscription...

Canceled.

- Poor guy.
- Was he a friend?

Yeah, we passed each other in the building
a few times, but he wasn't big on small talk.

Or housekeeping.

So was this a robbery?

I doubt it. Valuables and
artwork are still here.

If you wanna call this art.

It's a Ginsberg.

Well, Mrs. Ginsberg must
be very proud of her son.

Well. Looks like an execution.

Looks like an execution. Two
shots in the back at close range.

Like a hit by the mob?

Easy there, Don Corleone.

What do you know about this guy?

Not much. He was a paralegal,
I think, at a firm downtown.

Who liked to steal your magazines.

At least you don't have to
worry about that anymore.

Okay, the man is dead.
That's your silver lining?

Whoa, what does she mean, he stole?

I used to live here. He never
took my name off his mailbox,

so our mail gets mixed up.

What's with the looks?

Maybe you were the target.

Huh?

It's possible.

The victim's about the same age and build.

In the dark, someone could
easily have mistaken him for you.

But why would anyone want to kill me?

You're a neuroscientist that works for
a secret government agency on technology

that could change the world as we know it.

- There is that.
- It's just a theory.

Okay, well, let's go
with a different theory.

The one where my neighbor had
enemies who wanted him dead.

We can't rule anything out.

Actually, I can.

What if that was meant to be me?

Don't jump to conclusions.

Fisher is interviewing his
colleagues, friends, and family.

And?

Well, so far his colleagues
didn't know him very well.

No family to speak of.

And his friends, well, there aren't many.

So he's a loner. There's
no motive to kill him.

Whereas with me...

Does anyone outside of the program
know the nature of your work here?

Not that I'm aware of.

But what about inside the program?

Tim from engineering never liked me.

The more probable scenario is Mr.
Peterson was involved with some bad people.

It seems like he hardly left his apartment.

You never know what goes
on behind closed doors.

I do. At least I will when
you stitch me in. Ready?

Hey, there.

Whatever.

Whatever?

I called. I texted. Got nothing.

Oh, you think I've been dodging you?

Well, FYI, unlike Kirsten I
did not take a leave of absence

from the university to be a stitcher.

I had an optogenetics presentation. I
put myself on total lockdown to prepare.

You're going with the optogenetics story?

You know, "needy lover"

never looks good on anyone.

We hooked up, followed by radio silence.

I took it as a comment on my performance.

I didn't realize you
were waiting for a review.

- I thought we had a good time.
- No, we had a great time.

We did? I mean, yeah,
we did. Of course we did.

- Wanna grab dinner tonight?
- I don't think so.

I thought we had a good time.

Absolutely. Emphasis on "had."

Linus, how's it looking?

Like a crash and burn.

Come again?

Bio-com signal is coming
in steady and strong.

Double-check please.

As I said, we're good to go.

- Blood pressure?
- 117 over 76.

- That's up from a minute ago.
- Because you're bugging me.

Check her temp.

Still 98.6.

- Please, can we do this?
- Fine.

But when you're in the stitch,
if you feel anything unusual...

I'll be sure to let you know.

Stations, please. Lights at 20% please.

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

We are a go.

- Sub-bio?
- Go.

- Engineering?
- Go, go.

- Communications?
- Yeah, go.

- Medical?
- Go.

- Comm check. One, two.
- I hear you.

Are you sure? Because we
can boost the reception if...

I said I can hear you. Not sure I want to.

Fine. Initiate stitch neurosync on my mark.

In three, two, one...

Mark!

I'm in.

He's reading a magazine.

Of course he is. One of mine?

- Do you subscribe to Chart & Scope?
- No.

Looks like our Mr.
Peterson was into astronomy.

Is this close to the time he was shot?

No.

I wanted to ease you
into his final moments.

- Why?
- He was shot twice in the back.

That could be very traumatic for you.

I'm a rip-the-band-aid-off fast
kind of girl. I can handle it.

You need time to adjust.

You do, I don't.

Is everything okay?

Kirsten's just being very difficult...

No, I mean with you.

Let her do her job.

Fine. Brace yourself.

I'm shifting you as close as I
can to the time of his murder.

_

What do you see?

He's at the window.

A police helicopter's overhead.

It's downtown L.A. that happens.

Someone's here.

Kirsten, what happened?

He was shot in the back.
He couldn't see who did it.

Well, did you hear the
shooter say anything?

Like "these bullets are
meant for you, Cameron."

It could have happened.

I can't tell if it was
meant for him or for you.

Awesome.

There's a telescope here.

It's glowing.

People, we have a glowing telescope.

Looks like a memory hot spot.
Something of special significance.

Okay, Gonzo. Check it out.

Robbie wasn't stargazing.

He was spying on his neighbors.

A peeping Tom? What did he see?

Maybe something he shouldn't have.

Something that got him killed.

- So our victim was a voyeur.
- Fancy word for pervert.

We're not here to judge.
We're here to solve a murder.

At least it wasn't meant to be yours, bro.

We still don't know that for sure, bro.

- Did you see anyone suspicious?
- Not overtly.

Besides the usual peeping Tom stuff.

Details, please. What?

There were a few things in particular
I felt Robbie emotionally drawn to.

A jogger, someone painting
someone's fingernails,

and a girl in a tank top
going to her refrigerator.

Details, please. What?

Also a guy who looked
likg at his girlfriend.

Mae one of them caught Robbie
spying on them and killed him.

I think tank top girl
clocked Robbie looking at her.

If she did, why kill him
and not just report him?

At this stage, those apartments
are our only leads. Linus.

Can you identify the apartments?

It's hard to say. All the
windows look very similar.

What if you look from the
windows at Robbie's place?

Maybe one would look familiar.

His apartment is an active crime scene.

Fisher is gonna have trouble
justifying our presence there.

- What about Cameron's?
- What about Cameron's?

Well, your place is right above his.
It has practically the same view.

That is worth a shot. Cameron?

¿Mi casa es su casa?

I like the vibe in here. Geek chic.

I really could see myself living here.

Yep, I can't.

All right, put something under those
legs. I just had the floors redone.

Maggie really came through with the gear.

What's the point of having an
unlimited budget if we don't use it?

Where do you want me to stick this?

Never mind.

Okay, were you raised in a barn?
Get that... careful with my stuff!

- I'm starving.
- This isn't a party.

Look, I know you're still on edge
over the whole "don't shoot me" thing,

but you really need to
chill. And get me a snack.

He's been acting strange all day.

- No, I haven't.
- Yes, you have.

Yeah, seriously, lighten up. You're being
so anal, you're giving colons a bad name.

My friends, we are live.

It is a good day to spy.

So the guy in 5a is dressing his cats up

in little outfits.

Some people like dress their pets.

As ballerinas?

(Mutters

The girl in 6C is tipping
the pizza delivery guy,

and she...

Holy... pepperoni.

Okay, this is an invasion of privacy.

- We have to do this.
- Yeah, I know.

But people have a right to their secrets.

Not if those secrets
are hurting other people.

Don't pout, pumpkin.

I don't want you mad at me.

I'm just a little confused
as to why you don't want to...

Repeat performance?

Well, listen, Maestro, I mean, it's simple.

We shared a lovely, spontaneous,

in the moment experience.

- You forgot hot.
- That, too.

And now it's history.

History can repeat itself.

No, history should stay in the past.

You can't go home again.

What about third base?

Look at this. You guys are
nothing if not well funded.

Hey, Fisher. Did you crack the case yet?

As of now, still no motive for the killing.

The victim led a simple life.

Worked 9:00 to 5:00 and
spent his off-hours at home.

Any progress here?

I've ruled out some windows,

but there are plenty still
with their curtains closed.

So no sign of tank top girl or knife guy.

How long are you prepared to keep this up?

- As long as it takes.
- She's addicted.

I can stop anytime. I choose not to.

Kirsten, I have to tell you something.

It's about Ed Clark.

After an extensive investigation,
we found no evidence of foul play.

LAPD is officially ruling
his death as a suicide.

So that's it?

- You've closed the case.
- Yeah.

I'm looking forward to
the day I prove you wrong.

Me, too.

Doughnut?

Contrary to popular belief,
all cops don't love doughnuts.

- Suit yourself.
- Hold it.

- Is that a chocolate glazed?
- Check it. Fisher likes sprinkles.

Don't judge me.

I got him.

Is that who you saw in stitch?

Yeah, he was arguing with
her when Robbie saw them.

Looks like they still are.

What a douche.

Knife.

- Which apartment is that?
- 7C.

Requesting back-up,

apartment 7C, 652 south
Broadway, domestic disturbance.

- Suspect with a knife.
- Yo, this isn't good.

Come on, Fisher!

We're too late.

He killed her.

Son of a bitch!

Come on, Fisher, get in there.

Finally. Get that bastard.

Oh, my God, the girl.
Fisher, find the girl.

She's not dead.

It's a painting.

Oh, my God.

The guy's an artist.

He uses this palette knife
to fling paint on a canvas.

In this case, red paint.

But I saw him fighting with his girlfriend.

It was about money. She says
they always fight about money.

In fact, she had one foot out the door,

but stuck around because he
finally sold his first painting.

What was his name?

One of those artsy types.
He goes by a single name.

"Ginsberg."

The painting in Robbie's apartment.

Robbie bought the painting.

Why?

I'm not sure,

but I feel...

Robbie was trying to help.

So our peeping Tom is a
peeping good Samaritan?

I don't know yet.

Is someone there?

What are you two doing here?

We needed to calibrate some gear

and thought we'd grab something for dinner.

- Would you like an egg roll?
- No, I'm good.

Did you see anyone getting in
or off the elevator topside?

No.

Okay. Enjoy.

Camille.

Camille.

Camille!

- Huh?
- Oh, you're up.

Well, now that you're awake.

Really? Here?

Get over yourself. I
thought you and I could talk.

What do you need? A bedtime story?

I need to understand what went wrong.

Oh, my God. Why are you harping on this?

Because you and I are good together.

If things went too fast, we can slow down.

Hang out. Go to dinner?

Hold hands and take
walks? I don't want that.

Not with me.

Not with anybody.

I'm just really diggin'
being single right now.

Okay.

How about now?

You're still at it.

Yeah, still no luck finding tank top.

Meanwhile, 6F has been a very naughty boy.

Okay, you need a break.

I've never seen people this way before.

You mean, how they behave when they
think they aren't being watched?

Not just that, but being vulnerable.

Real.

It's intoxicating. I get
why Robbie was obsessed.

Oh. Whoa.

Looks like naughty boy

is playing "fifty shades of 6F."

I think you've seen enough.

What's your problem?

I'm just looking out for you.

No, you're smothering me.

Ever since that phone call this morning.

All of the extra precautions at the lab,

- and all of this hovering.
- I'm being responsible.

I'm not your responsibility.

Yes, in fact, you are.
When you're in a stitch,

and you're waltzing around
some dead person's memory,

it is my job to keep you safe.

I know what I signed up for
and I know all the risks.

All the risks? No.

You don't.

Everything that happens
in the lab is recorded.

Archived for future reference and analysis.

Okay, so?

I need you to see something.

If I rip her out now, her mind could fry!

- If you don't, she's gonna die.
- She's seizing!

- Cardiac arrest!
- We're losing her!

Bounce her out of there, Cameron, now!

What went wrong?

Marta stayed in too long

and she couldn't make
the bounce by herself.

By the time I got her out, it was too late.

She died?

No, but she was damaged.

She's been in a coma
for the last four months.

It was an accident.

It wasn't your fault.

No, I can't risk anything
like that happening again.

I can't risk you.

Hey, guys? You'd better come in here.

Lady and gentlemen, may I present

Tank top. Apartment 6B.

She just waved at us.

And just invited us over for a beers.

No way.

- Dude, you have to.
- Dude, I'm not going over there.

Come on, Cameron. Take one for the team.

She obviously knew Robbie was watching
her, and she obviously didn't mind.

- And Robbie is obviously dead.
- Fine. Whatever. I'll go.

- Like hell.
- You jealous?

Disgusted.

It's not like you have to sleep with her,

but this is a good way to find
out what she knows about Robbie.

- What if it's a trap?
- Seriously? What kind of trap?

Okay, let's say she saw Robbie
spying on her. She's upset.

Yeah, she seemed livid. Keep going.

Okay, now let's say she
has a boyfriend. Big guy.

And now let's say he's
waiting in the other room.

Let's say threesome.

I swear, if you don't
stop with the comments...

It's not a trap. I know. Robbie
felt some emotional pull to her.

- Maybe she feels the same way.
- Even more reason not to go.

I can't play with people's
emotions like this.

I got this.

- It's her.
- I got this.

No. Get in the bedroom. All of you.

Oh, no.

Now.

Uh... hi.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Hi. Again.

Didn't you use to live
in the apartment below?

Yes. Yeah, I did.

I... I moved.

Oh. Well, why didn't you come over?

Didn't you see me waving to you?

Um, yes.

I noticed something like that.

Listen, I'm not who you think I am.

I think you are.

You've been watching me for months.

I know you have.

Listen, yeah, about that. I'm sorry.

Don't be. I model for art students.

So I'm kind of used to being stared at.

Oh...

so why are you here?

To thank you.

For watching you?

For sending over all those groceries.

When they first got delivered, I
couldn't figure out who sent them,

and then I realized that you could see
into my fridge and you saw it was empty.

Yeah, I noticed that.

I'm gonna pay you back
just as soon as I can.

But I just wanted to tell you I
know it was you, and to thank you.

The world needs more people like you.

And any time you want to
come over for that beer,

you know where to find me.

We had Robbie all wrong.

He wasn't a peeping Tom.

He was a good Samaritan.

- Any success?
- Let's just say mission not quite accomplished.

We did eliminate two suspects, but still haven't
found anyone with a motive to kill Robbie.

Turns out he's not a bad guy at all.

- Seriously?
- He bought a painting off a struggling artist,

sent groceries to a poor art school model.

The guy was spying on people,
but he was trying to help them.

Well, obviously, someone didn't
care for his brand of help.

Stitch me back in. I must
have missed something.

I don't advise it. The timing's too tight.

What's left of Mr. Peterson's
memory is about to expire.

I have an idea. Something I want to try.

What?

I'd rather just do it.

If I tell you, nervous
Nellie here won't let me.

If you don't tell me, cautious
Cameron is going to say no.

Let me do it. It's going to be fine.

What if his memory collapses while
you're trying your little experiment?

I'll bounce out.

Trust me, just the way
you want me to trust you.

Talk to me, Goose. What do you see?

Robbie is enjoying his favorite pastime.

So what's this bold experiment of yours?

If Robbie has been watching
the building since he moved in,

that's two months of watching people
in their most private moments, right?

Two months of learning their secrets.

- Go on.
- His life was based around the telescope.

I'll bet it's hypercharged with emotion.

Her brain activity's off the charts.

Why? What is she doing?

Kirsten, check in. What
are you up to? Kirsten?!

Relax. I'm speeding through Robbie's
memories from the last two months.

There's an apartment on the third floor...

What do you see?

Curtains. They're always closed.

What's inside they
don't want people to see?

- Maybe it's vacant.
- No, the rental company for the building claims 100% occupancy.

- Memory collapse in 20 seconds.
- Get out of there.

Hang on. Do not bounce me.

The mannequin in the window.

It's a signal. They're
transporting something.

- Kirsten, your exit pin code.
- 15 seconds.

- There's a helicopter.
- Ten seconds.

- Nine.
- I'm bouncing you.

- You know you can't do that.
- Eight.

Seven, six...

Five...

Four, three,

- two.
- I heart Linus!

I told you to trust me.

What happened? What did you see?

I think Robbie's killer.

The apartment was built in 1942.

There are two entrances...
one in the front with a doorman

and one in the back through the alley.

Now the original storefront on the ground
floor used to keep inventory upstairs

in apartment 3C, which they used to
move merchandise with a private elevator.

The boutique that we saw in
Kirsten'stitch... daisies and dots...

that occupies the same ground floor space.

Apartment 3C is leased to the same owner.

But what are they using it
for? To store women's clothes?

Maybe, if they're stolen.

It has to be something illegal.

Why else would they go to the
trouble to keep it a secret?

And then use the mannequin
to signal the van?

Mannequins aren't creepy enough.

I'll call Fisher. He'll
need to get a warrant.

Looks like your neighbor may have
stumbled upon something after all.

And paid for it with his life.

Lifeless eyes. Black
eyes. Like a doll's eye.

- Anyone?
- Jaws. Quint's monologue.

Classic Spielberg. I feel ya, bro.

Why is quoting movie
lines such a guy thing?

The freaky mannequin's arm is down.

Which means they're in a holding
pattern. Any activity in the apartment?

Nada. The blinds are still down.

- Where's Fisher already?
- Maggie said he's on his way.

Where are you going?

To the back entrance of the building.
I need to see what's in that apartment.

Right, 'cause you haven't done anything
reckless or foolhardy in almost an hour.

Okay, don't take your eyes
off the stiff. Keep us posted.

Roger that.

Okay, 3C should be at the end of the hall.

- Hey.
- What?

Thank you for going through
with the stitch before.

I know you didn't want to.

Wow. An expression of gratitude.

You must think I'm an awful person.

Actually, all things
considered, on certain occasions,

I'd say you're pretty remarkable.

Talk about a qualified compliment.

Okay, we still need to
have an understanding.

If you ever feel uncomfortable in the lab

or experience any side effects,

promise you'll tell me, K?

If you promise me no more secrets.

You should've told me about Marta.

You're right.

And I'm not her, okay?

You don't have to worry about me.

That I can't promise,

but I'll try.

3F, 3B, 3D.

Where's 3C?

Apartments don't just disappear.

What are you doing?

A trick Ed taught me

about how to find an
empty space behind a wall.

Okay.

There is a large gap
behind this wall right here.

Someone plastered over the door?

- What are you doing?
- A little reconnaissance. I need to see.

We're in the apartment.

We need to hurry. Someone
would've heard that.

Who lives like this?

Cameron, take a look at these.

Vietnam, Afghanistan, Mexico, Turkey.

All women.

They're human traffickers.

We better call Fisher.
Get him down here now.

Hey, wonder twins. You there?

- Yeah, what's up?
- We got a high-five from the mannequin.

Let's go.

Van's here. Right on cue.

What are they loading?

I can't see. They must be loading
the van through the side door.

Kids, the van's leaving. Hurry!

Police! Hands in the air. Hands in the air!

Hands in the air! Hold it.

It's okay. You don't have to hide anymore.

Now I've seen enough.

Fisher said that the driver
confessed to killing Robbie Peterson.

Wow, he was a guardian angel after all.

I mean, without Robbie, all
those women would have been lost.

Now we know that Cameron wasn't the target.

- To Robbie Peterson.
- To Robbie.

Wait. Cameron should be in
on this. I'll go get him.

- Should we wait for them?
- No.

No.

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