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Previously on "Stitchers"...

Cameron!

- Good morning, Sunshine.
- How are you feeling?

- Doctor said I'm good to go.
- What is going on with you?

Climbing buildings... Slugging people?

I can't help it. I died
and then I came back.

I get a second chance to live my life.

You see how she reacted
after Cameron revived?

I've never seen her like that.

- This is the rev 2.
- How is this suit going to protect me?

- How do you feel?
- Slightly badass.

His name was Ed Clark.
Why did he kill himself?

He didn't and he wasn't my father.

Les Turner ordered me to stop
looking into Ed Clark's murder.

This facility is under my authority
until a new director is appointed.

I smell something. I
smell incense again.

Whoever killed Ed also killed Turner.

Hey, dad.

What's that smell?

That is sandalwood.

When you said "fully furnished",

I pictured one of those
little dorm fridges.

Maybe a futon.

The apartment is completely tricked out

with smart appliances.

I can turn on any device...

With touch of an app.

Lights, washer, dryer, stove-top.

I'm sorry, how much money do you make?

Not much. When you live
with your parents for years,

the benjies start piling up.

Can I make you some tea?

- Oh! Well, actually, that would be...
- No? Okay.

Great...

Wow, now you don't even have to
get off your fat ass to boil water.

Living on my own is going to be great.

You just moved out yesterday, but yes,

it is a big step.

What is this about a big step?

- Aw! There she is.
- Hey! What are you doing here?

Get out of my way.

Camille! How wonderful to see you.

And with my Linus.

Yes, it is a treat to see you, Camille.

We came to see this
hovel you left us for.

- He doesn't mean that.
- Yes, I do.

So you don't like it?

He likes it. We both do.

Does it matter what I like?
You have done it already.

Baba, why are you being so...

Ah! You never answered my question.

I heard "big step."

Are you two...

What? Us? Here? Together?

No!

Ah, well, I just thought...

Don't take it so hard, mom.

Certainly don't take it harder
than Linus abandoning us.

Abandoning you? I'm 24. I
can't live at home forever.

I know that, Linus.

And what I know is that a
pain that a mother feels

when her child leaves,
is real and it is deep.

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So, the house you're living in,

the house that you thought was Ed's,

was actually your
parents' house all along.

So, I guess when my father left me,

instead of having me go
to Ed, he had Ed move in.

You didn't know that
till that memory of you

and your dad in the kitchen came back?

Oh, I love how the brain works!

Okay, but you never
answered my question.

What do you think my father meant

when I heard him in Turner's memory

talking about "moving the asset"?

Hey, give it a rest.

I've seen how you get when you're
obsessed and it's not pretty.

Speaking of pretty...

I'm not quitting until I find my father.

You got to get out of your own way.

Okay? You're letting your new
emotions affect your reasoning.

You gotta take a step back,

and wait for the "ah-ha!"
Moment to come to you.

Ah-ha! Come to me!

Oh, my gosh!

Huh?

How do I look?

Like a trust fund kid with a death wish.

Hop on.

Pass.

Seriously, hop on! You
might actually like it.

Feels good, right?
Okay. Now picture this.

You and me, cruising down
the highway, all right?

Wind, in our hair. No, but we'd
be wearing helmets. So, no.

But seriously, you gotta
hold on or you're fall, okay?

You guys are the hottest couple ever.

- Oh!
- Actually, we're not...

We're not sure if this
is the right bike for us.

Right, Pumpkin?

Actually, I didn't even know that
shnookums wanted a motorcycle

until he died last week.

You did what now?

But lucky for muffin I
was there to save him.

Mmm.

- Why tempt fate, right?
- Yeah.

Okay, so I guess this is...

I guess I'll take it.

Hmm. Sold.

Oh, man! My first motorcycle.

Aren't you a little young
for a mid-life crisis?

Hmm.

Oh! Um...

We actually gotta go to work.

Is there anyway that we can
put this aside for later?

Um...

I'll be back.

'Cause Arnold said that
in Terminator 2...

He rides a motorcycle. Sorry.

Power heels?

I have a meeting with our
division head, Mitchell Blair.

He was Turner's boss. He's
going to be here today.

Turner had a boss?

Can't imagine him taking
orders from anyone.

Well, everyone answers to someone.

And no, I don't know what Blair wants.

Well, I'd like to meet this guy
and ask him about my father.

Right now I'd like us
to focus on the case.

Where's Camille?

She's still babysitting Fisher.

Which I don't get, 'cause he's been
out of the hospital for a week.

Yes, men are such babies
when they're sick or shot.

Linus?

Derek Steelman, 28 years old.

He got hit by a car this
morning in Downtown LA.

At one point he was number 3 on
the FBI's most wanted hacker list.

Until the FBI caught him
posting internal memos

from one of the "big
five" oil companies.

I could only find two photos.

Well, he was a hacker. He wouldn't
have wanted a big Internet footprint.

Instead of prison, the
FBI offered him a deal.

He turned white hat, started working
for some of our off-the-books agencies.

N.C.T.C.?

C.T.I.I.C.?

R.E.S.P.E.C.T?

Among others.

His job was to prevent cyber-terrorists
from breaching our systems.

So he could have been killed
because of something he found out.

Wait! What is that?

That's an Insulin pump. Derek
was wearing at the time of death.

Witnesses say Derek looked disoriented
before he walked into traffic.

Was he drunk? On drugs?

But we can't wait 48 hours
to get his tox screen.

If Derek was murdered, we
need to know how and why.

All right, Derek's mind map indicates there
are a few speed bumps along memory lane.

Might have something to do
with getting hit by a car.

Okay, what happens if we hit one?

We'll take a detour.

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

Go.

Everything just sounds
so much better British.

- Sub-bio?
- Go.

- The big man himself engineering?
- Go.

What's with you?

I'm just happy because this baller is
getting his first motorcycle today.

Communications?

Communications is highly
impressed by this news. Go.

- Medical?
- We are go.

And as medical officer I advise
against the purchase of a motorcycle.

Fantastic! Comp check, Kirsten, one two,
one two. Do you hear me as your rider?

Oh, I hear you, Baller.

Okay, I'll take that as a go.

Induce stitch neurosync on my
mark. In three, two, one... mark!

Unbelievable.

I'm in Derek's workshop.

He's got enough equipment in here
to crack any database he wants.

Which, I suspect, is a
violation of his parole.

I am the only reason you are
still alive and I am sick

of cleaning up your messes!

I'm gonna deal with it my way.
You knew this from the start.

If you can't deal with it, then by
all means, cut me loose at any time.

It's not that simple,
Derek and you know that.

Then what do you want me to do?

Do as I tell you or you
are going to end up dead.

She just threatened to kill
him if he didn't do something.

- You see a name?
- No.

Take me as close as you
can to his time of death.

I'm with Derek on the
street. So far he seems okay.

Tell her to watch him closely.

See if anyone brushes past
him, makes physical contact

that could mask a needle
prick or a chemical transfer.

Kirsten, look for anyone
making contact with him.

He just got an e-mail.

Uh, I can't see it.

Uh... hey, just try moving just
your consciousness closer to him.

What? I can do that?

Absolutely.

Okay, the text reads, "five
million sent. Destroy the list."

- Who is it from?
- Jm@stealaglance.com.

Stealaglance? I know that website.

It's where married people
go to have affairs.

What? I bought stock.

Okay, well maybe Derek
worked for stealaglance.

Or blackmailing them. Wait.

Something's wrong.

I'm seeing double.

Heart rate is elevating.

He's checking his Insulin pump.

A sudden overdose of
Insulin could be fatal.

He's trying to tear it out.
Everything is getting dark.

Oh, God! Car!

Make the bounce!

_

Okay, the car finished him off,

but it was really Derek's
Insulin pump that killed him.

Derek's Insulin pump
administered a massive overdose.

So he was suffering from Insulin shock.

Could it have malfunctioned?

His pump is one of the most
reliable on the market.

Failure rate of less than .0002.

Here's what I think might have happened.

Derek was blackmailing a
billion dollar company,

and the last email he got
came from jm@stealaglance.com,

who turns out to be Jacob McGuire,

founder and CEO.

Maybe McGuire had Derek killed
for stealing his client list.

Which, if it were ever released, would

effectively put stealaglance
out of business.

But...

How could they trigger Derek's pump?

Could have been hacked.

I mean, it's Internet
and cellular connected.

It's difficult, but mostly makes sense.

But why would they kill him

if they know that their client list
was still out there in the wild?

I said "mostly".

Then find McGuire and
make him make total sense.

Wait, hey, I want to
meet this Blair guy.

Yeah, if he was Turner's boss,
he must be a total badass.

Yes, a badass who is not on time.

He's coming here to meet me.

You guys have a job to do.

You looking good.

Feeling weak.

Well...

Considering it wasn't that long
ago you were flat on your back,

I expected to find you on the
couch covered in potato chip dust.

Thanks for getting me off
my ass in the hospital.

Golly, don't go all
weepy on me now, Fishy.

Don't worry. You still bug me.

What's happening back at the lab?

Well, you know, nerds...

Techno babble. Pretty much
everything as you left it.

How's Kirsten holding up?

No leads on Daniel Stinger,
which makes her a little crabby.

Which makes me a little crabby.

Didn't know she could do crabby...

Or any other emotion, for that matter.

Right. So, tell me about your bag.

Come again?

This? Is this just for exercise?

Or can you actually learn how to...

Hit things by working on it? And
by "you", of course I mean me.

Why are you making that face?

Why do you wanna learn how to hit stuff?

'Cause I wanna know
how to protect myself.

Come on, you got shot

and Turner is dead.

Here... Take a couple shots.

Just like that?

Oh, that's fantastic...

If you're defending yourself against
a group of marauding grandmothers.

Okay, calm down. Jeez!

Maybe you should just
stick to the brain stuff.

Maybe you should stick
to being a neanderthal.

All right, well, your form sucks...

But, you hit hard.

Story of my life.

Put your whole body
behind it, all right?

Torque your waist, one
punch leads to the other.

Like this...

Whoa! Careful! Easy,
you're gonna pop a stitch.

Yeah... yeah, you may be right.

You know, with a little
training, you'd kick ass.

Wait, really?

Yeah. I could teach you some
stuff. Work on your technique.

Then you can be a lean,
mean snarky machine.

Keep talking, string bean.

- Hey.
- Hi.

Camille told me that you don't
have any leads on your father.

Nope.

Start with what you know.
The day and time he left,

the cab company. See if their
have records to go back that far.

Don't worry. Stinger messed
up somewhere. You'll get him.

I know, thanks!

I heard you two were
going to talk to McGuire?

Who's McGuire?

He is the CEO of stealaglance.com.

His client list was hacked and he was
being blackmailed for five million dollars.

Blackmailer got murdered.

Sounds like McGuire had
motive. What'd he say?

No, McGuire wouldn't talk to
us without his lawyer present.

Wait, we should check his bank records.

There's no way he paid that five
million from the company account.

He must have used a personal account.

We could hack his bank, why not?

And if we had the account numbers
we could get in pretty quickly.

Or you could find a
judge to issue a warrant.

But that would also take time.

Guys! We could do this the legal way,

or we could do it my way.

We still have RFID scanners in the lab?

Yeah.

I'll go get my couture.

You know the only thing
I hate more than lines?

- No, tell me.
- Waiting in them.

If you'd like to cut in front of
me, all you have to do is ask.

I thought that's what I just did.

I don't remember seeing you inside.

Oh, you just remember everyone
in the same restaurant as you?

No. But you, I'd remember.

He's smooth, he's confident...

He smells like a million
bucks. You're trouble.

And you're beautiful.

Keep talking, killer.

On second thought, I gotta bounce.

What about your car?

I don't own one.

Wait, can I get your number?

That's okay, baby. I've got yours.

So, according to the trip sheets,

the taxi dropped my father off

at the Bradley international terminal
the night he left me with Ed.

You got into their records?

Yeah, I mean they could care less

about someone snooping through
trip sheets from 15 years ago.

Now I just need to figure out what airline
my father took and where he was going.

Hmm. Ooh!

So, how'd we do? Did you
get his account numbers?

She's got brains, she's got all this.

The RFID scanner read the
chips on every credit card

in his wallet. Digital pickpocketing.

What will they think of next?

- That's amazing.
- What a time to be alive, you guys!

Miss Baptiste?

I'm Mitchell Blair.

How did you get in here?

Well, I built this place,

so I think I know where
all the entrances are.

Well, next time, you should
let me know you're here.

It'll help me not shoot you.

Noted. Noted.

Miss Baptiste, you are a legend

at the agency.

And you, Mr. Blair, are an unknown.

Your reputation for plain
talks is not for nothing.

Congratulations.

For?

Effective immediately, you're
promoted to acting director

of the Stitchers Program.

Not sure I want the job.

Sure you do.

Perhaps if I knew more about
Turner's responsibilities

I'd feel better about the
decision that's being made for me.

I assume his job involved more than

lurking in the shadows and
making cryptic comments.

Well, Les had his hands in a few
other pies, but for now, your purview

is strictly the Stitchers Program.

Out of curiosity, or...

Self preservation,

was Les's purview as head of
the Stitchers Program the reason

Daniel Stinger killed him?

You're sneaky.

You're trying to get me to
confirm that Danny killed Turner.

Then again, maybe I am the sneaky one

for calling Stinger... Danny to...

Make you think he and I had a
particularly close relationship.

What do I have to do to get a
straight answer from this agency?

Start by doing your job.

- Are we done here?
- I think so.

Don't you?

Enjoy your promotion.

Oh, wow!

Whoever is behind this, is crazy good.

They ran an I and D scam.

Oh, my gosh!

It's an intercept and divert.

They rigged a computer
at McGuire's bank,

to direct all of it's
data to a local node

it intercepted the transfer,
sent a false confirmation

that the wire transfer happened,

and diverted the funds somewhere else.
Probably an off-shore bank account.

Is that easy to do?

By a single person? No.

I think we are dealing with a
super-posse of black hat experts.

I downloaded the connection
log from Derek's Insulin pump,

it was hacked through
the cellular connection.

Dude, who are these guys?

I don't know, but I think I
found one of them. Lucy Woods.

I pinged the cell phone
towers near the murder site

and then traced the signal back.

Okay, she's the one I saw
threatening Derek in the stitch.

You know what we need?
An interrogation room.

- Why?
- Because Lucy's got some 'splaining to do.

Mmm-mmm. I'm not answering any more

questions until somebody
tells me where I am.

We told you, you're in
a secure NSA facility.

Okay, why do I have to be
brought here in a windowless van?

Because it's a secret,
secure NSA facility.

Tell us about Derek.

Specifically, his Insulin pump.

Derek was so smart on
his computer, but...

When it came to...

Real life stuff? You know, like taking
care of himself? He was an idiot.

What do you mean?

He was diabetic, so I had to be
on him all the time about that.

You know, "take your
medicine", "watch your diet",

I was such a total bitch about it,
but I was just scared, you know?

I thought for sure he was
gonna end up dead one day.

But I never thought that he
would get hit by a car instead.

I don't think she killed him.

Hey, wait? Kill Derek? Why would
you think that I would kill him?

Someone hacked in and took
control of Derek's Insulin pump.

Their I.P. address matches yours.

I'm not a hacker.

I can't even figure out how to disable
candy crush requests from my grandma.

I mean, I print cat photos
on t-shirts in a mall kiosk.

That was Derek's world, it wasn't mine.

What mall?

Well, I, my friends, am impressed.

Someone spoofed Lucy's I.P.
address to infiltrate Derek's pump.

So our super-hackers used
Derek, a convicted hacker,

as a front to swipe stealaglance's
client list which were released,

would destroy the company.

Super-hackers then blackmail McGuire whom
they know would gladly pay five million

to save his billion dollar company.

And once the money transfers,
they ping Derek's pump

and deliver a fatal overdose of Insulin.

McGuire will never go to the police

because he'd have to go public
about his client list being stolen.

And with Derek accidentally
dead there are no loose ends.

Derek was the perfect patsy
for the perfect crime.

That makes them hacking,
framing, black-mailing murderers.

A quadruple threat.

Whoever these guys are, they're good.

Better than you two?

Don't be ridiculous.

I've already traced the Insulin
pump hack to a fixed address

in Eagle Rock.

- Let's go say hi.
- All right.

Get this back to Catgirl.

I don't want anything to do with that.

Okay, maybe Camille
got the address wrong.

Or maybe Camille got the exact address

these guys wanted us to have.
One that leads us nowhere.

Yeah, but why this nowhere?

I don't know.

These guys are out-thinking us,

I don't like to be out-thunk.

Whoever they are, they're really good.

Please tell me you're not fan-girling.

Well they're murderers, so no.

- Hello?
- You're not fan-girling?

I would have thought
you'd be more impressed,

- Kirsten Clark of 986 Baxter Street.
- Who is it?

I'm your team of hackers.
Only there's no team,

it's just me.

No way!

And FYI, not every homicide is a murder.

Sometimes it's justice.

Look how cute you two are.

Your heads all close.

Do you and Cameron have a ship name yet?

What does that mean?

Warmer...

Warmer...

Warmer...

Keep going.

Hotter...

Bingo!

You pinged our phones
to pull our information.

Considering you were
all-American in high school,

and have a 4.59 GPA in your
computer science doctoral program,

I would have thought you'd
figure that out sooner.

Maybe that leave of absence
you took is making you rusty.

Seeing how you know our names,

why don't you tell me yours?

Well, that would be cheating,

and I hate cheaters.

Oh, this isn't a game.

Isn't it?

Okay, tell me something,

why Derek? There are dozens of hackers
you could've used to blackmail McGuire.

Well, that's my business.

You tell me something, why do you care?

That's my business.

I think I like you.

Okay, then let's meet.
We'll talk this out.

Ooh, girls' night?

Sounds fun. Find me,

and we'll chat about whatever you want.

Sounds good. I will see you soon.

Are you sure you want to do this?

Oh, game on!

Okay. Oh, and Kirsten...

Be careful what you wish for.

My name is Ellie.

Please? Please, just let me do this.

My computer, my rules.
You don't like it,

there's the door.

Yeah, leave my Fishy
alone. He's having fun.

Don't forget to torque your waist.

I'm torquing!

He actually looks like an ape

playing piano.

Yeah, come on old man.

At the rate you're trying
to log into the LAPD system,

even I could hack in faster.

Maybe, but then I'd have to shoot you.

- Fair enough.
- And, I'm logged in.

Okay, I'm looking at
Derek Steelman's file.

No connection to anyone named Ellie.

Anyone with the first
name Ellie arrested?

Yeah. Only about two hundred
in the last five years.

Hmm. Well, this was fun.

Oh, where are you going?

We've got seven hours until
the refractory period's up.

We'll stitch back in tomorrow
and see if we missed anything.

Until then, my new bike is calling.

- You're buying a bicycle?
- Motorcycle!

- You know how to ride?
- Uh-huh. How hard could it be?

As we bid farewell to the wild one.

Yeah, we better not.

I can't believe all of this
was done by one person.

Ellie left no digital
breadcrumbs for us to follow,

but she did make one big mistake.

- What? What's that?
- She spoke to me.

Oh, come on. You're not
so bad to talk to anymore.

Ellie said that killing Derek was
not a homicide, it was justice.

She also said that she hates cheaters.

And she likes games.

Okay so, maybe she and
Derek were competing,

he cheated, and that's
why she killed him?

A hacking competition?
Is that even a thing?

Maybe.

But why target
stealaglance for extortion?

It's a website entirely devoted to
cheating with very deep pockets.

- It is the perfect symbolic target.
- True.

-Hey!
-You know I have a lot of research to do,

and if I have to watch you typing
away with two fingers again,

I'm literally going to scream.

Torque, woman! Nice!

Oh, God, please tell me that one worked.

I'm sorry. This one was also canceled.

And your bank card shows
insufficient funds. As in none.

But... how is it possible

that all three of my
credits cards are...

- You bitch.
- Excuse me?

No, sorry not you. A different bitch.

I gotta go! Can I get
my cards back, please?

What?

The bank instructed us to cut the cards,

but if you got a complaint, I'm
sure there's a bitch at the bank

you can talk to.

Okay.

They cut up all your cards? Even
your super-special black one?

Especially the little black one.

Ellie hacked my accounts.

I pissed her off and
she took it out on you.

Look, we will get your credit straightened
out tomorrow. In the meantime,

I researched every hacking
competition around the world,

and I pulled up a list of names.

Derek or Ellie on the list?

I can't tell. Most of them
compete under aliases.

But I'm cross-referencing them now.

Wait, wait. How do we know she's
not listening to us right now?

Well, frankly, I hope she is.

I'm coming for you, Ellie.

Okay, just in case we're
not being paranoid,

let's try not to make evil
hacker lady mad again, huh?

I thought your new policy
was not to live in fear?

And I thought your new policy
was not to do anything reckless.

- Anything new about your dad?
- Unfortunately...

Within three hours of the taxi dropping
him off at the terminal, there were

80 flights going to 67 cities
in 34 different countries.

Over ten thousand passengers,
and it seems he used a fake name.

- So he could be...
- Anywhere.

Wait, someone's here. Hold on.

- Kirsten Clark?
- Yes?

We have a warrant for your arrest.

On what charge?

Violation of California
Penal Code 647 PC.

Prostitution.

Cameron, I think I
have to call you back.

Yeah.

- Where are they?
- Oh, the cops? They left.

You got ellied.

Yes, I did. I got ellied.

So why aren't you in a
holding tank downtown,

with a dozen ladies named Trixie?

Well...

The arrest warrant disappeared
from the LAPD server.

Ellie didn't actually
want me to get arrested,

she just wants to show
me how good she is.

Oh! She's really good. Yeah! She managed to
freeze every bank account I've ever owned.

I'm poor now.

I don't care for it.

What?

Oh, speak of the devil.

We were just talking about you.

Good things, I hope.

Ah, no. Not really.

Come on. This is like
that Star Trek episode

where Kirk and the Romulan Commander

battle each other but in the end
develop a deep, mutual respect.

Ah, I have no idea what
you're talking about.

-I do.
-FYI, Cameron wasn't being paranoid.

I was listening in on your call.

And to be honest, for someone who
says she's "coming to get me",

you're doing a lousy job.

I'm just getting warmed up.

Cameron, I know you're listening in.
So sorry about those credit cards.

Oh, no, it's fine. Once Kirsten catches
you, I'll just make you into pieces.

Any idea when that might be?

I hope not right now, because
I have bigger fish to fry.

Which is actually an apt analogy.

What are you talking about?

Well, it would seem from your frequently
dialed list that you're good friends with

Linus Ahluwalia.

Yes? I love that smart
apartment he just leased.

They're so easy to hack.

- What have you done?
- Not much.

Just started a gas
flow from his stove top

and then upped the voltage in his unit.

In theory, when he flips the
wall switch the power spike

should cause his fancy led lights to
blow out and trigger a gas explosion.

But, yeah. That's just a theory.

Call Linus!

Pick up the phone, come on!

Pick up, pick up, pick up!

We're sorry. Your call cannot...

She blocked his line.

Let's go! Let's go!

Smart locks. I love this place.

No!

Do you smell gas?

You startled me.

All I'm saying is that
Ellie is a hacking ninja.

and that you and Kirsten could
learn a few things from her.

She's a murderous psycho,

who, if I'm remembering this
correctly, just tried to kill you!

Yeah! Wait, why did she try to kill me?

To toy with Kirsten.
Because you're expendable.

Thanks.

Okay. There you are.
What took you so long?

Anyone else ever get an
idea while in the shower?

Sometimes I get an idea.

Yeah, me, too.

But not every time I shower.

Oh, God, no! That's too many ideas.

Oh, my God. Continue.

Ellie is not just a hacker,
she's like a hacking ninja.

Told you!

She deleted every online
trace of her existence.

But the one thing that she
couldn't touch was Derek's memory.

Yeah, but we don't know enough
about Ellie to find those traces.

- She's a cipher.
- Here's the idea I had.

What if stealaglance
wasn't a symbolic target?

What if Derek betrayed Ellie
but felt really badly about it.

Like really badly.

Where does guilt manifest in the brain?

The lowermost part of the frontal lobe

in the ventromedial prefrontal cortex.

Okay, so we look in the ventro-whatever

for guilt markers. Five bucks says
that's where we're gonna find Ellie.

Look at you saying words.

Hold on.

All of you give me your phones.

Ellie's tracking your
movements using them.

I'm not going to risk a repeat
of what happened to Linus.

Analog? Nice!

- No.
- This isn't up for discussion.

Ellie wants to talk to me and right
now our only link to her is my phone.

And if she uses her connection
to you to kill one of us?

Would you be able to live with that?

No. That's why I won't let that happen.

Okay, be careful.

- What do you see?
- Derek's wedding.

There's no record of
Derek ever being married.

Who's the lucky bride?

Hold up. We just took a turn
into hot 'n heavy-ville.

Derek and his wife are in the
bedroom and they're not sleeping.

Whoa. That is not his wife.

Busted!

Derek's wife just caught him
in bed with another woman.

You ruined us with some stranger.

On a stupid website?

The wife is Ellie.

She and Derek were married and he
used stealaglance to cheat on her.

I should've hacked into your
computer a long time ago.

Can you see their address anywhere?

Where are you now?

At their house. Different day.

Ellie burned everything that reminded
her of Derek and left it for him to find.

1477 16th street.

Looking...

I'm bouncing.

- Well?
- Well...

According to property records,

the house is currently
owned by a Lorna Beliansky.

Let me guess, no record of Derek
or Ellie ever living there?

None!

Well, maybe Lorna has some answers.

Thank you for coming, Mrs. Beliansky.

Are you sure I don't need a lawyer?

You're not in any
trouble Mrs. Beliansky.

Then why did you being me
here in a windowless van?

It's just something we do.

Agent Goodkin and I are
looking for information

on the previous owners of your house.

Derek and Ellie Steelman.

Gosh, I never met them.

- I have to take this.
- But...

Hello, Ellie.

Where did you go with Mrs. Beliansky?

You seem to be someplace
off the usual cell network.

We took her into my
secret underground lair.

Ooh. I'd love to see that sometime.

I'll give you the address
and you can come over.

Walking into a trap is
your thing, not mine.

The neighbors told me they got divorced,
but I'm not sure if that was before

or after her accident.

What accident?

Tell me something.

Did you feel better
after you murdered Derek?

Did killing your husband serve justice?

Ex-husband.

No, wait! I'm curious, how does someone,

even as good as you, find all that time

to plan what you did? It must
have taken weeks, months.

Fourteen months.

Well, here's my guess,

you had all that time because
you have nothing else to do

and no-one else to do it with.

You're all alone.

That's why you keep calling
me because you want somebody

to make you feel like you're
still worth talking to.

Okay, so the day Ellie broke up
with Derek, she rolled her car off

the side of the Pacific Coast Highway.

So three years ago there was
a single accident like that.

A woman named Linda Edwards rolled
her SUV off the side of PCH.

Linda Edwards. L.E.

- "Ellie."
- Yeah.

Ellie can't be Linda Edwards.

No, she has to be!

But she can't be.

Linda Edwards died three years ago
in UC Santa Monica Medical Center.

No, it's the only
thing that makes sense.

- What makes sense?
- You should be home, resting.

That's what I tried to tell him.

I'll rest when I'm dead and buried.

Medical records show
that Linda Edwards died

from her neck injuries
suffered in the accident.

So we're back to nowhere again?

Dude, Fisher, you're a genius.

Linda Edwards was...
Is an expert hacker.

I mean, they are hackers are
all over the web, buried.

They don't leave an obvious footprint.

So what if Linda Edwards didn't die

but instead stole the hospital records
and the identity of someone who did?

I mean, who would know?

Dude, Cameron, you're a genius.

I totally missed that.

Okay, I'm cross referencing deaths
at UC Santa Monica Medical Center

with recent bank activity.

- How quickly can a quantum computer...
- Got it!

That quickly.

Three people died at the Medical Center

the same night Linda
Edwards supposedly did.

- And bank activity?
- Well...

Of the three people who died, Sarah
McGurk sure orders a lot of takeout.

It's Linda. It's gotta be.

Okay, she lives in an apartment building
just a few blocks away from here.

Okay, Kirsten, Cameron, go with Maggie
to the building to pick up Ellie.

Good to have you back, Quincy.

Camille, pull up everything
you can on the building,

floor plans, schematics, access codes.

- I'm on it.
- What about me?

You... get me a donut
and a cup of coffee.

Got it!

I'm back.

Uh, that way!

Linda Edwards? NSA.

Open up.

What is all of this?

She faked everything
except the accident.

I saw a medical
transport van downstairs.

Fisher! Shut down all of the
elevators in the building.

On it!

Everybody, please stand back!

Fisher, we're in position.

Release the kraken.

Hello, Linda.

Hello, Kirsten.

I heard you won't talk to anyone but me.

Why didn't you tell me
you were with the NSA?

I thought you knew everything about me.

Apparently not.

How did you find me?

You knew things only Derek knew.

I played the game to win.

And you played it for a
whole different reason.

You let your emotions get in
the way of your reasoning.

You wanted a friend.

I didn't find a friend, did I?

No.

Do you know how many times Derek came
to the hospital after my accident?

Zero.

Nobody came.

Every friend I ever had
either betrayed me or left.

I'm sorry.

But I'm told you're going
to get the help you need.

Ah! Really now?

How did you beat me?

I cheated.

I have access to technology
that gave me an advantage.

That wasn't it.

You found me because I didn't
really want to disappear.

Let's say I was trying
to find someone who did

want to disappear.

How would I do that?

Your father?

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