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Previously, on Stitchers...

This is gonna be her
first real relationship.

Right. I got it.

Go slow, if you can.

Okay, hold on.

Ayo: Her oxytocin levels
are rising in response

to what she's seeing in the stitch.

Things are heating up.

The more physically
intimate you guys are,

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

Wait, you're handling this stitch?

He's got the yips. He's
worried about you.

I have a history of watching
people I care about

get into bad situations or worse.

Then maybe we shouldn't be together.

Do you know how hard
it is for Kirsten

to keep seeing her
mother like that?

And where exactly

does Kirsten see Jacqueline
Stinger cooped up?

How could you betray me?

Kirsten, I didn't mean to, I just...
Can we please talk?

Listen to me! Just...

(door slams)

I don't wanna lose you,

but I don't know how to fix this.

Me neither.

(power humming)

(beeping)

(whirring down)

(pants)

(moans) Oh, Cameron.

I feel so...

Cameron?

Camille?

Aah, is that gas?

Can anyone hear me?

Where the hell is everybody?

Cameron.

Cameron?

Cameron?

Cameron?

Cameron!

Cameron?

Cameron. Oh, God.

Somebody, please help!

(theme music playing)

♪ Take me inside ♪

♪ Take me inside ♪

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Cameron! Cameron!

(panting): Oh, God.

Cameron?

Cameron, wake up.

Okay, this is only a
little bit personal.

- Cameron: Oh!
- (whispers): Oh, good.

Kirsten. What?

Where is everyone?

I don't know. I bounced from the
stitch and everyone was gone.

(sniffs) What is that smell?

- Were we gassed?
- Yeah, I think, maybe.

What's the last thing you remember?

I don't... I was prepping
for a stitch and then...

Yeah, I...

I said "Ow" and... Oh
my God, my face. Did...

I feel like someone slugged me.
Is my cheek red?

Oh, no, no, no. It's fine.

Okay.

All right, we need to search the lab.

Yep.

Yeah, it was like this when I bounced.

I'ts like everyone but the two
of us vanished into thin air.

What's with the monitors?

I don't know, but they're
static in the lab, too.

You weren't kiddin', this
place is a ghost town.

Look.

(gasps) Ow!

That's really hot.

- Whatever happened...
- We just missed it.

Oh, great, even our corpse is missing.

Do you remember who he or she was?

Yeah, he was, uh...

She was...

Oh, I can't remember.

Is this a side effect of being gassed?

I don't know, but it's got organized
attack written all over it.

We got to call this in.

(line beeping)

Line's dead.

Okay, let me have your phone.

(keypad beeping)

(voicemail): You've reached Camille.
Leave me a message.

Or, you know, send a text
like a normal person.

- Okay, bye!
- (beeps)

Camille, this is Kirsten and Cameron.

Call us as soon as you get this.
We're worried about you.

Who would wanna do
something like this,

and who would actually
be able to do it?

Off the top of my head, Stinger, Blair.

Ivy might even be involved.

I'm sorry, you asked.

- Oh God.
- Okay, okay. Just... just chill.

All right, we just got to stay
calm and work out this problem.

- We'll figure it out, okay?
- Okay. Right.

Well, whatever happened, it
happened during the stitch,

so maybe it has something to do
with the case we're working on?

Excellent. The only thing is,

I just can't remember what that case is.

Let's find out.

- This can't be right.
- What?

Our records say, our last
case was Jake Rowland.

Jake Row... The murdered gamer?

We closed that case, so whoever
came in and attacked us

wiped the current case off the system?

Wait.

Listen.

Listen? To what? I don't hear anything.

- I...
- Shh!

Who's there?

Kirsten, I didn't...
I didn't hear anybody.

- I feel like we're being watched.
- Okay, if there's one thing

we do know, it's that
we're the only ones here.

Let's go back to my house.

Maybe Camille's there.

Maggie...

Camille?

(gasps) Ow. It's really hot.

Okay, well, maybe she left in a hurry.

Or somebody just grabbed her.

Hey. Hey. Hey, hey, hey. Hey, hey.

We're figure this out. Okay?

Please don't touch me. Not right now.

Right. Sorry. I just thought,

you know, we could both
use some comforting.

Hm. Um, I'm gonna check
out Camille's room.

Maybe she left a clue.

Can you try the NSA again?

Camille?

Did you get through to the NSA?

Um, more or less.

In their less than helpful terms,

they are aware of the situation.

- Well, are we in danger?
- That's where it gets weird.

They told us not to
worry and to stay put

because... "Mother" is
looking out for us.

Now, in NSA terms, I have
no idea what that means.

It could be code for Maggie or
whoever picks our cases or...

- My mother.
- There's still no way to be sure.

So, did you find anything
in Camille's room?

She has blackout curtains on her window

that I don't remember
ever seeing before,

but then again, there's a
lot I can't remember today.

Look, I know the NSA told
us to stay put, but...

There's stuff between us
that we haven't dealt with,

and I'm... I'm not sure
I want to right now.

I understand. That's...

But, you know, if we have to stay put,

then it makes sense
to stay put together.

You sure?

I have to admit this isn't the most
inspired penne I have ever made,

but then again, your pantry is
also a foodie's worst nightmare.

I know. It was Camille's
night to get groceries.

Has anything come back to you from
before you woke up in the lab?

(sighs) Nothing. Whatever gas they
used really did a number on me.

Do you remember anything?

No. And without knowing
the case, I have no idea

what could be so important

as to make an entire lab
full of people disappear.

I keep thinking about what the NSA said.

What if this is about my mother?

Wouldn't we remember that?

Well, but that's that the thing.

I don't remember anything.
It's not even just a blur.

It's just not there.

I know, but, you know, it's
kind of out of our hands,

until we hear from "Mother."

You don't talk about your mother much.
Why is that?

What do you wanna know?

What was she like growing up?

She was, um... She was
difficult to read.

I knew she loved me, but I
could always sense the, uh,

the pressure my condition gave
her, you know, the strain.

I'd always wanna tell
her not to worry,

but I just wouldn't
know what to say

to make things better, so I was
frustrated a lot of the time.

Well, how did you deal with it?

I just worked through those
frustrations in other ways.

Puzzles, thought experiments.

Any problem that I could
figure out the solution to.

But that didn't last long.

After my dad left, my
mom met a man named Bill,

and they were crazy about each other.

But, um, Bill and I...
we didn't get along.

And it was only a matter of time
until Bill wanted me out of there,

so he gave my mom a choice
to send me away to school,

or, you know, break up.

God, Cameron, I had no idea.

Honestly, it's totally fine.

Actually, it feels good
to get that off my chest.

Thank you for listening.

Thanks for talking to me.

(gasps)

I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.

No, no. I just think with
everything going on,

it's probably... the less
touching, the better.

Right. I don't want to confuse things.

You know, I should go to sleep.

I'm sure Camille won't mind
if you, uh, use her room.

Wherever she is.

Oh, blackout shades, score.

Wake me if she gets home tonight?

Ha. If the sound of Camille
kicking my ass out of her own bed

isn't alarm enough, I will.

Good night.

Night.

Cameron!

- What is it?
- Someone is watching us.

Ok. I just checked the porch.

Long aside the house, out back...
I didn't see anyone.

I swear, I saw a woman standing
right outside the window.

She was looking in, and she...

Wait. Do you think the NSA
sent someone to watch us?

Was that... "Mother"?

No. Okay, I think this is the latest

in a series of aftereffects
from the knockout gas.

You just need some rest.

Our friends are missing,

and I just saw someone
peeping on us from outside.

Yes, I know that, but
you are very tired,

and we are both very disoriented,

so I think the best option
right now is to get some rest,

and come at this with a clear
head in the morning. Okay?

Okay.

Okay.

Wait.

If you don't mind, could... could
you sleep in my room tonight?

Like on the floor?

- Are you awake?
- Hmm?

Barely.

What's up?

I can't stop thinking about us.

We've done so much together,

it seems like we should know
everything there is to know

about each other, but after hearing
you talk about your mother before,

I'm not so sure about that.

Speak for yourself. I think
I know you pretty well.

Oh. Oh, yeah?

What's my favorite movie?

Mmm. (chuckles) Trick question.

You don't have one.

Now, good night.

Well, when I was in middle
school, what sport did I play?

And why did I quit?

Basketball. Ed Clark wanted you
to try out because he thought

it would help you be a team player,

and even though you never
wanted to go, you didn't quit.

Until they kicked you off the team.

Which was ridiculous because
I was the best player.

Maybe, but if the best
player on the team

suffers from
temporal dysplasia

and has no
perception of time,

you tend to get a lot of
shot clock violations.

Okay, I'm really goin' to sleep now.

Okay, when I was
a little girl,

I broke a bone, and I
never saw a doctor,

because I was too embarrassed
to tell anyone how I did it.

Which bone did I break?

Right foot, please.

Oh, my, gosh.

This little piggy.

You got so excited
when you heard

the ice cream truck
comin' down the street,

you sprinted towards the door
and stubbed it on a chair.

I never told you that.
How did you know that?

Cameron?

Cameron?

Cameron?

- Oh!
- Ooh!

Ooh. Oh. Ahh, sorry.

You okay?

Yeah. Yeah. No, I'm fine, I just...

I... I woke up, and you weren't
in bed, you were gone,

and I... (sighs) I thought maybe...

You miss me?

I take it Camille didn't come home?

No, I haven't been able
to get hold of anyone.

- Nothing from the NSA?
- Nada.

Okay, well, I don't
know about you, but

I can't sit on my
hands much longer.

Hello?

Okay, well, it doesn't look like
anyone's been here since we left.

And whose is that?

Is that the same coffee cup
that was here yesterday?

No. It's still hot.

Someone made this recently.

Okay, we're being mucked with
and I don't like being mucked.

- This doesn't make any sense.
- (cup rattles)

What was that?

Hold on.

(rattling)

What the hell?

What's "Euro"?

I have no idea.

- Wait.
- What?

There's something in the static.

- What is that?
- It looks like a face?

There's another one.

Is there any way to bring the
image out of the static?

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I think I have
an idea. I can rig something up.

Great. How long will it take?

It's a 30-minute job,
I'll be done in 10.

Okay, I'll look
around the lab

and see if there's
anything else that's...

been moved around or changed.

Cameron?

I found something!

Cameron?

Cameron?

This is pretty cool, huh?

For a Deadmau5 show.

Deadmau5 wishes he were this cool.

All right, question for you.

Why couldn't we make out
those images on the monitor?

They were too faint,

and there was a static
blizzard over them?

Well, that's when they were under
our boring old white lights.

If we hit them with
the right color light

and frequency, we can make
all those hidden images pop

and send all that unwanted
noise to the background.

- Man of science.
- Well...

- I don't see anything.
- A moment.

Kirsten: Sad. Happy. Surprised.

- Confused...
- These are for people with autism

to understand emotions. I
used to have flash cards

just like this when I was a little
girl with temporal dysplasia.

Interesting. And they would be
on our monitors because...?

Maybe "Mother" is trying
to send a message to us.

What are you doing?

I saw something else. It
was a shape of some kind,

but it's a different color.

And the mucking continues.

What is that doing in your hand?

What was this doing in your locker?

You think I had something
to do with all of this?

At this point, I don't know anything.

What is a key doing in a coffee cup?

What is a face doing hidden
in static on these monitors?

Kirsten, I don't understand
any of this, either,

but I've been by your
side this whole time.

You know me!

Hold this.

Where are you going?

To finish the puzzle?

Should I get your stitch suit?

We're all adults here.

Puzzle piece?

So what does it mean?

- Why you askin' me?
- You're the kid that grew up

doing puzzles and thought experiments.

What does it mean?

Challenge accepted.

(laughs) You gotta see this.

Are you 12 years old?

I mean the puzzle, you perv.

Oh.

Good thinking, Goodkin.

I thought so, too.

- 5-9-1-5.
- Gelson Street.

Maybe the answer to
all of this is there.

But what if it's a trap?

Well, if it's a trap, then
that's the answer, too.

No one cars outside.

No one inside the house.

Okay, what are we supposed to find?

Well, I know that
everything today

is a riddle stuffed
in an enigma,

wrapped in a mystery, but I
really can't see anything in here

worth investigating.

I can think of one thing.

One seriously badass vintage thing.

Oh my gosh.

Okay, it's not a Hot Wheel.

All right, don't be so naive. Toys
come in all shapes, sizes and prices.

- So what kind of toy is this?
- This? Oh, this, this is a '65 Falcon,

and I used to be obsessed,

and I mean obsessed with
this car when I was a kid.

But my mom always said it
was too dangerous. So...

Hmm. You're a car guy. Another
Cameron factoid I did not know.

Looks like it's had some
work done since its day,

but I bet this thing still purrs
like a Manx and roars like a lion.

Oh my gosh,

what I wouldn't give to have a
night on the town with her.

Eww, to all of that.

Hey, it's too bad we don't have a key.

Can you imagine
just you and me,

rollin' down Mulholland in
this thing, wind in our hair,

(sputtering)

Actually, I think we do.

Hmm?

Kirsten: It doesn't say
"Euro," it says "Ford."

It's so old the engraving's
been rubbed down.

Okay, I'm just gonna ignore
how seriously weird this is,

and just keep embracing how
seriously awesome this is.

Why, thank you.

- Uh, what are you doing?
- Safety first.

We're not taking this
car out for a spin.

Huh?

Somebody led us, step by step,
from the lab to this car,

there must be a reason why.

We gotta take a look around, and
see if we can figure it out.

Okay, okay.

Huh.

Any other day, that would be odd.

There's no registration or insurance.

Maybe it's inoperable.

(car starts)

(chuckles) So much for that theory.

(pop song playing over radio)

Why won't it shut off?

It's just got a
faulty ignition switch.

Try again.

We need to get the garage door open.

Okay.

(grunts)

It's locked.

Front door.

- Let's try this one.
- (coughing)

Here, let me try. Let me try.

What the hell?

(coughing) -It's locked
from the outside. Damn it!

Okay, look for something heavy
like a hammer or a hatchet,

something that we can break
down this door with!

Right.

(coughs)

God, this box is just full of puzzles.

- Oh, my God, I'm getting nauseous.
- (Kirsten coughs)

(Cameron grunting)

(grunts, coughs)

Here, let me try.

- Let me try.
- (coughing)

- (coughs)
- I got it, I got it, I got it.

(coughing)

(grunts, coughs)

Cameron, I need your help.

(coughing)

(wood splintering)

Cameron?

(coughs)

Cameron, you all right?

Cameron!

- Okay, I just wanna sleep.
- No! You can do this.

(coughs) You can do this.

Look at me, you can do this.

I know you. You can do this.

Okay? Come on.

Come on.

(both panting)

Okay, ready?

Go!

(grunting)

Okay, on the count of three, come on.

- One.
- Two.

(grunts)

- (coughing)
- That is not how I thought my first time in classic car

- would go.
- How are you feeling?

I'm a little better now that
I've had some fresh air.

- How about you?
- Actually, I feel kind of the same way

as I did when I woke up in the lab.

That could be something.

What do you think?

I think that our lungs are
full of fumes from a car

that probably hasn't had an
oil change in my lifetime,

that we don't know
where our friends are,

that we haven't eaten anything beyond
simple carbs in over 36 hours,

and it's been even
longer since I showered.

- (sniffs)
- Mm.

Yeah. Yeah, why don't you go shower.
I'll make us some food.

Any requests?

Surprise me!

Oh my gosh!

Kirsten...

Cameron! That is not what
I meant by "Surprise me"!

Look, I know things have been kind
of confusing the last few days,

for a lot of reasons,
but, you know,

they haven't changed
things between us.

What are you talkin' about?

I'm still not ready
for us to be together.

Okay, now that you've
gotten that off your chest,

can I tell you what I
came here to tell you?

You know how we thought the
garage was a dead end?

We were wrong.

I can usually solve one of these
things in under a minute,

but not this one.

- So you've lost your touch?
- Hardly.

Contrary to popular belief,

these things are actually
pretty easy to solve,

if you know what patterns to look for.

You got six sides, nine squares on each.

So the only way to make this
truly impossible to solve,

is by deliberately switching
one of the squares.

Which is exactly what's
been done to this cube.

It's an unsolvable Rubik's cube.

Oh, yet another in a
long stream of puzzles.

I really wish someone would
just tell us what's going on.

(sighs)

You know, honestly? Working
out these clues with you

over the last two days hasn't
been the worst time of my life.

Missing friends and near-death
experiences aside, of course?

(laughs) Yeah, of course, but...

I don't know, I just feel
like it's been a while

since we've gotten to work this
closely together, that's all.

Yeah. You're right, it has been.

I've missed it.

Oh my God, that's it.

- What? What's it?
- What if somebody's deliberately

pushing us together, just us?

By forcing us to rely on each other,

we'd have to get over our baggage
and be a more effective team.

So you think this is some sort of
Tony Robbins-meets-Jigsaw operation

put on by the NSA?

No, no, not the NSA.

Can we actually get dinner to go?

Uh...

Looks like we were paid another
visit from the Clue Fairy.

Now he's just messing with us.

Or she.

No. He.

Who is the one person that we know
whose tactics are this extreme,

and who wants us to keep stitching?

My father.

The NSA told us that "Mother"
is looking out for us.

I really think
that's our lead.

Oh, was "Mother"
looking out for us

when we got trapped and
nearly died in the garage?

We don't even know
if she exists

or if she's just some
NSA stalling technique.

But we do know Stinger, and this
has his fingerprints all over it.

Kirsten, this is not about Stinger.

How can you be so sure?

You were the only one
left when I bounced.

Why weren't you taken?

What are you talking about?

Are you and Maggie
and the NSA doing

this to get me to
trust you again?

Work with you? Forgive you?

Listen to yourself,
you're being ridiculous!

Why? Because you say so?

Why should I trust you?

Because you know me.

Do I?

This was a mistake.

What?

This. This whole
thing with you and me,

it's like my whole life,

no matter how hard I try to
make connections with people,

it just... it just never works out.

Cameron, what are you talking about?

You're one of the most
outgoing people I know.

You've never had problems
connecting with anyone.

- Wait.
- Huh?

Hold on, what if... What if these
monitors are puzzle pieces,

like... like they're clues or something?

If we... we rearranged these, we can...

Okay, I'll help.

Actually... I just think we'd
do better working alone.

Sure. Okay.

Another clue? Great.

Okay.

What is the last case we worked on?

Jake Rowland. Tell me
something I don't know.

What is the current
case we're working on?

- Tom Dewitt.
- Tom De-who?

Tom Dewitt.

Severely autistic man in his
20s, found dead in his garage.

Suicide. Car exhaust inhalation.

He was also an empath.

His brain was wired in a way

that meant he could feel the
depth of other people's

emotional states.

I'm confused. A new case came in?

No. Not a new case. Tom
is our current case.

- I thought that file was deleted.
- Well, that's what you said,

but I didn't have a chance to
check for myself until now.

Oh, so now you're calling me a liar.

No. I'm saying that...

You're not real.

Okay, Kirsten. It's been a long day,
huh, maybe it's time we call it?

No, no, no. You don't understand.

I'm stitched into Tom right now.

You're right. I don't understand

because that is
metaphysically impossible.

If we are stitched into Tom right now,

how have we spent the last two days

traveling back and
forth across the city?

Have we, though?

Because to me, it feels like
we talk about going somewhere

and then all of a sudden,
we're just... there.

Like jumping between different
memories in a stitch.

Do you remember actually traveling
to the places we've been?

- Yeah, of course I do.
- Really?

So, what was the traffic like, and
what was on the radio in the car?

See? You can't remember, because
it didn't actually happen!

How could Tom have this memory?

Just you and me, arguing on the
floor, of a secret NSA facility?

That's exactly what I'm getting at.
By stitching into Tom,

we must've opened up a pathway
into his empath abilities.

So, instead of objectively
seeing his memories,

I'm experiencing them through a
filter of... my emotional state.

Nothing that's happened in the
past two days has been real.

Including me.

Including you.

You're a reflection of
my feelings about us.

So I'm your imaginary friend.

No. No, no. You're more
like my projected friend.

Wait here.

Cameron?

- Now take this.
- What? No!

Take it!

- Cameron.
- Now shoot me.

Cameron. Stop it.

What are you so worried about?

If I'm a figment of your imagination...

- Yeah, I know, but...
- Do it. Pull the trigger.

- No!
- Am I real or not?

- Stop!
- Am I real or not?

You're not real!

But that doesn't mean that I
could watch something happen

to even my projected version of you.
I care about you.

I never stopped
caring about you,

and even though I
know this isn't real,

I can't stand the thought of
losing you and it being my fault.

I guess that means you love me.

(gunshot)

Cameron!

God!

(whimpers)

Cameron? Talk to me.

Oh... God, no!

Oh my God.

Oh.

It's a stitch! I knew it, oh my God!

I knew it, it's a stitch!

I'm in a stitch!

Cameron! I know I'm
stitched into Tom Dewitt!

Can you hear me?

I don't know how I've
been in here for so long.

But I... I... I think
that something about

Tom's autistic brain pattern

has me isolated in this stitch, so...

so, God! I hope you can hear me,
because I... I can't hear you.

And I'm... And I'm... all alone in here.

I'm so sorry, Tom.

Cameron...

I'm gonna make the bounce.

Jake.

Coco Soo?

Jamie B?

I wanna speak for Tom, the
same way I spoke for you all,

but I...

I can't do it alone.

Yes, you can, Kirsten.

Ed.

Tom needs you.

But I don't understand
how his mind works.

His focus, his... empathy.

Well, you can't give up.

Not now.

Tom is the most... silent of us all.

Nine squares.

Nine monitors.

Cameron... I'm not bouncing yet.

I think I've figured it out.

The images on each monitor are
all part of one big puzzle.

They were deliberately separated,

but if I arrange
them just right,

they might tell me something.

So, Cameron, if
this is all a stitch,

then all the
conversations we had

weren't really between us.

Tom's memories are clearly
mixing with my emotional state.

Anything that felt out of the
ordinary coming from you,

must've been coming from Tom.

Which means that the
story you told me

about your mom and her
boyfriend Bill...

didn't happen to you,
it happened to Tom.

The blackout curtains
in Camille's room,

the way you didn't
wanna be touched

when we were having dinner, how
you felt like you had trouble

connecting with people, all
of that was a part of the way

that Tom experienced
life as an autistic man.

And the puzzles.

He was so overstimulated and...
overwhelmed,

he needed them to focus, to
feel like he had control.

- (popcorn popping)
- (microwave dings)

Oh! Heat sensitivity...

That's Tom, too.

So "Mother" must've been Tom's mother.

He knew that she would
always look after him.

But who killed Tom?

Let's see if I'm right.

Maybe I was wrong.

Is that an eye?

Maybe it's a face.

Cameron?

I think it's a face!

I know that face.

I know that face!

(beeping)

Cameron: Kirsten!

Fisher: Is she okay?

Kirsten, what happened?

I solved it! It took
days, but I solved it!

Congrats, Linus, you did it.

What did I do?

You finally broke Kirsten.

Okay. Bill Kurland killed Tom Dewitt.

Uh... this Bill Kurland,
Tom's mother's boyfriend?

That's the one.

LAPD already questioned Kurland.

He was at work at the time of death.

That's because, before he left for work,

Bill locked Tom in
the garage, and...

and started the
engine to his old car.

Are you sure Tom didn't
start the car himself?

Positive. His mom kept that key in an...
in an old coffee cup,

specifically, so that nothing
like this would ever happen.

And Tom had a
heat sensitivity.

He'd never touch a coffee
cup, no matter what.

Why didn't he just leave
the car or the garage?

Because he was obsessed with puzzles.

Bill gave him a Rubik's cube

that had been tampered with
so that he'd be so focused

on trying to solve it, he'd asphyxiate

without screaming or calling out.

And even if he did come to, Bill
locked the door from the outside.

Okay, but why?

Because he was in love with Tom's mom.

But she was so devoted to Tom

that it was destroying
their relationship.

By killing Tom,

Bill thought that he was freeing
his mother from the burden.

- Fisher, go get Bill Kurland.
- Yes, ma'am.

We did it, Tom.

You and I, together.

Thank you for talkin' to me.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

(sighs)

I'm sorry, I...
You must've been

so worried about
me that whole time.

- Worried about what?
- Well, I was in the stitch for days.

You weren't afraid I
wasn't gonna bounce?

Kirsten, you were only in
there for three seconds.

(sighs)

Well, I guess that was
all the time I needed.

For what?

For this.

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