Previously on Stitchers...
I have a history of watching people I care about
get into bad situations or worse.
You don't talk about your mother much.
What was she like growing up?
Can I call you later?
I don't think that's a good idea.
As far as you and I go,
we're just on totally different planets.
Got a call from a friend of mine at the DOJ.
My name has come up in some meetings,
and there might be an opening there.
What I'm about to show you stays between us.
Well, clearly we have a problem.
Or an opportunity.
How long have you been in contact with your father?
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? Hey! Listen to me! Just...
I can't stand the thought of losing you
and it being my fault.
I guess that means you love me.
Feel anything, honey?
When you find Mommy, you bring her back.
Hey.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. Kirsten.
- Hey. - Hey.
You were doing it.
Oh. Again?
What kind of dream was it?
Oh, I don't know. I don't remember my dreams.
- You don't? - No.
Not since I was a little girl.
Well, thanks for the movie night. It was fun.
Now, don't try and change the subject.
I still think something got tweaked in your brain
when you were stuck in that stitch with your mom.
That was so long ago. If that was it, we would know by now.
You know, I've been thinking, I...
I know a top neurologist.
She's not in the program.
She'd keep the results between us.
No running off to Maggie.
Just us?
I'm not risking us again.
So, yeah, just us.
Let me make an appointment.
Okay.
- Quincy. - Hmm.
Are you awake?
I'm awake now.
We're doing great, right?
You and me?
You okay? What's wrong?
Oh, nothing.
- You sick? - No.
- You pregnant? - No.
Your parents coming to town?
No.
I got the job offer from the DOJ.
I'll be in the Office of Justice
for Victims of Overseas Terrorism...
in Washington.
DC?
I asked if I could stay in LA.
I can't. And this job...
It's everything you worked for.
Yeah.
Are we good enough to make the move together?
Hey, Ivy.
You blew me off.
I'm so sorry.
I had dinner all ready to go,
but something came up. I feel terrible.
I want to make it right, so...
Breakfast? I'm buying.
I'm busy.
Okay, yeah.
I guess I deserve that.
But... I am free tomorrow night for dinner.
I have yoga. Um...
Come by around 8:00?
Okay. Cool.
It's 7:30 in the morning, Linus.
If this isn't about a case, bye-bye.
- Not about a case. - Bye-bye.
You have to get over Amanda.
Why?
You and I are going on a morning beach run.
- That's not gonna happen. - Yes, it is.
Even if I have to drag you out in your jammies.
- I see what you're doing. - Mm-hmm.
- I get it. You're a good friend. - I'm a great friend.
Come on. Beach run.
Fine.
Good! Now let me see your game face!
Aw, come on! You can do better than that.
Yep! That's the one.
- Synced and corrected by martythecrazy - - www.addic7ed.com -
- Oof! - No joke.
Body was found in Soledad Canyon.
Woman walking her dogs found him.
She was way out there?
She's got mean dogs.
LAPD was canvassing for witnesses, so far nothing.
He didn't just fall from the sky.
Or did he?
Say hello to Fred Overmyer.
US Air Force, Classified Unit.
- What's with his face? - Unclear.
The ME said the initial tox screen came up negative.
- You spoke to Amanda? - Salt. Wound. She e-mailed.
She's running more in-depth screens now,
so cause of death is still unknown for the time being,
but she's fairly confident it was murder.
How can she be so sure?
Expressions usually relax at death.
So no sign of a struggle, no witnesses,
no tire tracks, no footprints, no forensics.
And no room for error.
The Air Force classified Fred's missions.
They classified the base he was flying out of.
Whatever happened to him,
it's not something they care to share.
The Air Force might not want to, but Fred will.
- Hey. - Yeah?
- What's going on? - Nothing.
We've been working together for a while now, Quincy.
Tell me.
Stephanie's taking a job in DC.
She wants me to transfer there.
Oh.
So what do you wanna do?
I'm happy here.
But...
Look, I'm going today
to San Francisco on NSA business.
I can ask about a transfer to DC,
so you know your options.
- Thanks. - Okay, hey, and listen.
I haven't told the team about Stinger and Ivy yet,
so let's keep that under wraps for now.
Got it.
Lights to 20 percent, please!
I need a go-no-go for stitch neurosync.
- Life-Sci? - Go.
- Sub-Bio? - Go.
- Engineering? - Go.
- Communications? - Go.
- Medical? - Go.
- Comm check. One-two, one-two. - I hear you.
Mission clock set to five minutes, please.
Okay, Kirsten, I feel the need.
- For what? - The need for speed!
For speed.
Okay, induce stitch neurosync on my mark.
In three, two, one, mark!
It's 1985.
Fred's visiting a guy at his house.
He seems out of it. Catatonic.
There's a woman here.
Yeah. He's stuck in the past.
Aren't we all?
It's not the same flying without Reed.
Flying without you Reed.
Frontal limbic network's all lit up.
Fred's feeling guilty about something.
Man, this shouldn't have happened. Not to you.
Fred's apologizing.
Survivor's guilt, I think.
Okay, found another memory hotspot.
Standby, Goose. Moving you!
Fred's in an Air Force control room.
Tower, we have traffic for Genesis 2.
Ten miles ahead, 40 degrees.
Negative, Genesis 2, all clear. Just you up there.
They hear a pilot.
He's asking about other planes in the area.
Wait, I see it.
Can you say the type of aircraft?
Negative. I've never seen anything like it.
It sounds like the pilot thinks he sees a UFO.
It's there! it's there! It's coming right at our windshield!
Turning left, 30 degrees!
Fred's with Rudy.
But he's not sick. It must be before the accident.
He's a pilot. His uniform says,
"RG-F117."
I'm telling you it was right there.
- It came right at me. - Could've been a satellite.
No way. It was a UFO.
The man from the house is the pilot that saw the UFO.
I got to report what I saw.
Do that, you'll never see the inside of a jet again.
Or worse.
He's gotta learn the real truth about aliens and UFOs.
Fred's with a female officer now.
He wants to tell the other pilot the truth
about aliens and UFOs.
Government conspiracy much?
More like ridiculous much.
- Skeptic much? - Man of science much.
There's no proof that...
I'm being pulled to another memory.
Still in the past.
Fred's taking the pilot into a restricted area.
Oh, my God.
- What? - There's an alien on a table.
Wait, a dead alien?
An imaginary alien, I imagine.
No, it's a real alien.
It's... it's attacking them.
The... the alien's alive.
No wonder Fred's memories are in the past.
That was the critical event in his life.
Okay, I think I got a lockdown on the death memory.
Good, because this is all flavors of nuts.
Stand by for warp, Star Kid.
Fred's older. I'm at the scene of his death.
Welcome back to the 21st century.
Death memory in ten seconds.
Get what you can as fast as you can.
He's waiting for someone.
Wait. I see lights.
- A car? - No!
They're coming from the sky.
Three seconds.
Time to phone home, Kirsten. Make the bounce.
Did you see who killed Fred?
Yeah. Aliens.
- Aliens? - Yes.
- Aliens. - Yes.
Aliens just killed...
What part of "Yes, aliens killed Fred," do you not get?
The part about aliens because they don't exist!
So, while Maggie jets up to SF,
here is what we are going to do.
You guys are going to look into Fred's whereabouts.
Phone records, credit card statements
leading up to the time of Fred's death.
You are going to work up a filter
to quiet the guilt from Fred's past.
I will update Maggie.
See if she can look into whatever Fred was up to
with the Air Force lately,
and we can try to put an ID
on that pilot and female officer that Fred spoke with.
Maybe they can shed some light.
Why don't I research UFO sightings
in the Soledad Canyon area last night?
Ooh. Check out the MUFON site.
They've got the most legitimate reports.
Man of science. I am shocked!
Do you honestly think the Stitchers program
is the only secret our government keeps?
X-Files, Cameron. X-Files.
Saw the whole series growing up.
That wasn't real.
Oh, but my first crush, Gillian Anderson,
was as real as it gets.
Duchovny was a distant second.
Okay, we got it. You're that person.
Me, too. Mostly.
There's no empirical proof of aliens.
- Cameron's right. - Thank you.
There's only deductive proof.
I hate you.
There's a hundred billion planets in our galaxy.
There are 500 billion galaxies.
Some of 'em must have life on them.
Yes, but not life that has evolved
so much faster than we did,
and are now zooming across the galaxy
killing old Air Force officers.
When did I become the mature adult here?
What about what Kirsten saw in the stitch?
Yeah, what about that?
But there have been some things
that you've seen recently in stitches that weren't real.
Fred's memories were real.
I cross-checked the data.
Okay, okay, okay.
So, you believe.
You... believe.
You, I'm still stunned.
President Eisenhower did have a pact
to share secret technology with aliens.
Et Tu, Fishy?
I binged conspiracy shows after I was shot.
Look, maybe Fred was going public
with proof that aliens exist,
and he was killed because of that.
Or he was sharing government secrets
with the Greys and got caught.
- Greys? - Aliens. Keep up.
Or his murder has nothing to do with aliens,
and everything to do with whatever else Fred was working on,
and my guess, it was some secret military technology
that went all sorts of wrong.
Oh. Wait, you have empirical proof of that?
Hmm! Funny. No.
But we're gonna find some, so...
go.
Awesome!
The trees are identical on both sides.
- It's been Photoshopped. - Oh, good catch.
Hey! Just got an ID on that pilot that was with...
Oh my gosh... Fred.
He was discharged from the Air Force in 1985
after suffering a nervous breakdown.
- His name's... - Rudy Grant.
- How...? - He's a major UFOlogist,
like world famous.
Hey. That's Rudy Grant.
He was all over those shows that I watched. He's...
An alien crackpot, yeah. Just heard.
And he is definitely the pilot
that I saw with Fred in the stitch.
Well, then maybe he knows something about this.
Checked into Fred's bank.
Found a regular deposit of thousand bucks cash
into his account every month for the past 20 years.
Fred was getting paid under the table for something.
Could have been selling Air Force secrets.
If that's what it was, he had help.
He was paying a guy named Pog Newcomb
half his take every month with money orders.
Never met a Pog before.
Well, you're about to.
Go with Fisher and interview this oddly named Pog,
and we'll go have a chat with Rudy Grant.
Oh, I'm not surprised Fred was murdered.
Why is that?
Because of what happened to us.
Which was?
Which was me and Fred were attacked by an alien.
- At Dreamland. - Dreamland?
Roessell Air Force Base.
California's answer to Area 51.
So, can we discuss this alien attack?
If that's what got Fred killed all these years later,
why not kill you too?
Well, Rudy's too high-profile,
too public.
It would set off all kinds of alarm bells.
Rudy's got quite the following in the UFO community.
Oh, so I've heard.
You're not a believer.
No, sir, I am not.
I get it, I get it.
Any yahoo with a digital camera,
tinfoil, maybe even a drone,
and some scotch tape
can pull off a convincing hoax.
But there is, there is life on other planets,
and you give me a few nights out here,
and I will prove it to you.
Our house is on a ley line.
- Right, honey? - That's right.
It's tectonic plates lined up, sort of like a UFO highway.
Hey!
One believer out of two isn't bad.
You know what, you should come, too. We'll barbecue.
Yes, yes, yes. Fred's murder.
The question I have for you
is when is the last time you guys saw him?
Ooh.
Couple of months. Arlene?
Oh, well, he did stop by your book signing. Remember?
That's right. That's when it was.
Did you guys notice if anything was bothering him?
No, I didn't.
Then, did he say what he was working on?
No, but if he did, I couldn't talk to you about it.
You know that.
Oh, come on. Can you at least tell us where Dreamland is?
For Fred, yes.
But on one condition.
Be careful when you go out there.
Because if the aliens don't get you,
the Air Force will.
Hmm.
Wonder what you would look like in a uniform.
Well, the uniform I could pull off,
but I'd never let them touch my hair.
Oh, it's the, um...
neurologist. She wants to meet tonight.
- Your place. - My place?
I told you I want to keep this off the grid.
Oh, yeah, okay. Text her back. Tell her we'll be there.
Where you going?
Fred was out there in the stitch.
The alien autopsy was down that hallway.
Kirsten, our NSA badges got us this far,
but the MPs with the very large guns
told us that we need to stay here.
Since when do we ever do what we're told?
Never, but... Kirsten.
You better be getting coffee.
You better... Kirsten!
Kir... She's not getting coffee.
Not getting coffee.
This is it.
You're gonna be disappointed.
Disappointed.
Not disappointed.
Definitely not.
Freeze!
Don't take another step!
Don't move!
Agent Goodkin.
Agent Clark.
Colonel...
Spencer.
Two things saved you.
One, you're with the NSA.
Two, that flying saucer you saw?
It's a declassified Air Force prototype
we could never quite get off the ground.
Heavily documented.
Good thing for you,
'cause if it was classified tech,
you'd be in some very hot water.
Is that what happened to Fred Overmyer?
What do you know about his death?
It's tragic.
Fred was one of our best pilots.
Other than that, I'm in the dark.
- Wish I could help. - What was he working on?
That's classified.
Classified as in
the alien autopsy that was performed here?
Alien autopsy? Are you serious?
We heard about it.
From whom?
An unstable nut bag
who thinks that every weather balloon over Dreamland
is a close encounter of the third kind?
Actually, I heard it from Fred.
When were you in contact with him?
That's classified.
That's... actually true.
If you think his murder is connected with his work here,
you're wrong.
We have reason to believe
he may have been selling Dreamland secrets.
Oh, Fred would never do that.
He was a true patriot.
There is something else.
We need the name of a female officer
that worked with Fred in 1985.
Our personnel lists are classified. Show them out.
The next time you wander off inside Dreamland
without proper credentials,
these NSA badges won't do you any good.
- Sign. - Yep. Mm-hmm.
Texting and walking don't mix.
Amanda?
Ugh, you said her name.
No. Cameron.
They just finished up at Dreamland.
They find any aliens?
No, just a flying saucer.
Seriously. The Air Force said it was just a "prototype."
Got to love alternative facts, right?
Hey, you okay?
You seem a little more wooden and reserved than usual.
- You and Steph good? - We're fine.
Yeah, okay, yeah, your lips say fine,
but your face tells a totally different story.
Fisher, come on, it's me.
The safe space?
We tell each other stuff.
Stephanie got a job offer in DC.
She's gonna take it.
Wow, um...
Are you... are you gonna go with her?
Maggie's looking into a transfer for me.
I can't imagine not being here with you guys.
I hate to admit it, but you're my family.
Dysfunctional family.
Best kind. Come on.
You've been taking in 500 bucks a month for 20 years.
A hundred and 20,000 in total.
Not illegal.
Well, not if you claim it on your taxes.
Which you didn't. We checked.
I'm trying to cooperate here, and you had to go there?
So, now I'm gonna need to see a warrant.
Camille, how much do you think this place makes?
Hmm. Daily, weekly or yearly?
Hmm. Not sure.
Maybe we should check his books.
See if he paid taxes on that.
Like I haven't heard that threat before.
All right, well, try this one on.
Since I walked in here, I noticed
one, two, three health code violations.
Oh, just one second, Fisher.
Ah.
Four health code violations.
I think this place should shut down for a little bit.
Get cleaned up.
I am too old for this schnitz.
The man who was giving you money was found murdered.
What was he paying you for?
He wasn't paying me.
I was just the middleman.
The cash was going to my sister.
- We're gonna need to talk to her. - You can't.
Peggy died a couple months ago in an accident at work.
Where'd she work?
Aerospace somewhere.
She didn't talk about it much.
We done here?
For now. We'll be in touch.
- Aerospace? - Accident?
- I think not. - No schnitz.
- The female officer? - I think maybe.
Hey.
- Linus, I'm with Fisher. - Hey, got the advanced tox results.
Looks like Fred died from a lethal dose of nerve toxin.
VX?
Like Kim Jong-un's brother?
That was his half-brother, and it wasn't VX.
- Toxin's unknown. - Okay.
How soon can the ME nail it down?
- Don't say her name. - Amanda tried.
- You said her name. - I'm sorry.
The ME tried.
The toxin is unknown.
Let Cameron know what you found.
I already did. He said we'll pick it up in the morning.
He and Kirsten had to be somewhere.
You nervous about this?
Hmm?
No. Are you?
Look, I...
finally got over you telling Maggie
where my mother was, and I'm...
even wiling to give her a little bit of slack, too,
- but you cannot... - Tell anyone. I won't, I won't.
I won't. I promise, I promise.
Hi.
You must be Kirsten.
Yes! It's nice to meet you. Come in.
I'm sorry.
Cameron didn't tell me your name.
Of course he didn't.
- Marian. - Dr. Marian.
Actually, it's Dr. Marian Goodkin.
Hello, Cameron.
Hi, Mom.
How've you been, Cameron?
Good. You?
Oh, there it is. That superficial grin you do so well.
Gee, Mom, I've missed you.
Sarcasm as refuge.
My mother likes to analyze me.
Oh, only when I see him, which I don't.
Often. At all.
She also likes to lay on the guilt.
Real thick.
She's almost as good at that as she is at neurology.
- Such a flatterer. - I was trained by the best.
Yes, you were. By his father.
Who I hear you saw recently.
Some sort of incident at the prison?
Yes, but...
- he's okay now. - Excellent.
Well... give a hug.
And then get out of here,
so Kirsten and I can get on with it.
- Um... - She'll be fine.
Go.
Are you sure? 'Cause, you know, I can... I can wait.
No, I'm fine. I'll... I'll see you tomorrow.
Come and sit down.
Cameron tells me you two work together.
Mmm, we do.
So, how long have you been dating?
He reached out to me for you.
He's never done that for anybody.
What do you like about him?
Is this part of the exam?
No.
Just a mother asking, if that's all right?
Cameron's smart.
He's loving and kind,
and he always looks out for me.
He loves you.
He said that?
No, but I can tell.
Do you love him?
You're right.
That's not my business, is it?
Look, I'd like to run some tests.
See what's going on.
So why don't we take a ride? We'll go back to my office.
Okay.
Hey, you didn't call me last night.
Was I supposed to?
Ah, to yell at me for springing my mother on you.
Why? I liked her.
Okay. Well, you don't have to say that.
- I know my mother. - Really? Do you?
'Cause she's actually incredibly insightful.
Maybe bringing you to her was a bad idea.
I think you're being too hard on her. She loves you.
Okay, well, did she tell you anything?
About you, not me.
No. We ran some tests, did some scans.
She's gonna get back to me with the results.
All right, well, don't get too attached.
Why? I thought all little boys wanted
to find girls just like their mummy?
I'm not even gonna dignify that with a response.
Hey. I got DMV pics.
Any of these Peggy Newcombs the officer you saw with Fred?
It's hard to say. The memory was from 30 years ago.
Hard to say, not hard to do.
Give me a minute.
On the right, that's her.
Okay. Show me the money.
And... Okay. Here it is.
Until two days before her "accidental" death,
Officer Newcomb worked in the Air Force
chemical research lab at Dreamland.
She must be who Fred was with in the stitch.
Uh-huh.
All right. I'll see what I can find out about her.
Great.
I understand.
The NSA won't budge,
and there's still a hiring freeze.
But it doesn't mean a spot won't open up for you down the road.
If it's DC you want,
I can put in a good word with the local PD.
Thanks for trying, Maggie.
Not easy, I know.
Call me if you need a shoulder.
I'm gonna need one either way.
That Maggie?
Are you going to DC?
Hey, Fisher.
- You got a sec? - Yeah.
What's up, boss?
Maggie's notes seem to indicate you knew about this.
I accidentally saw it.
So, you accidentally read it too?
Maggie asked me not to say anything.
- To me and Kirsten? - To anyone.
If Stinger's in contact with Ivy,
I've gotta tell Kirsten.
Not until Maggie gives you the go-ahead.
- Okay. - You're gonna tell Kirsten anyway.
- Yep. - Don't.
- I have to. - You can't.
Fisher, the last time I kept something from Kirsten,
it almost ruined everything between us.
I'm not making that mistake again.
And you just found this?
Few minutes ago.
I haven't even told Maggie I know.
Kirsten, say something.
What are you gonna do?
Talk to Ivy. Make her tell me what's going on.
No. No way. Not until we talk to Maggie.
- Talk to Maggie about what? - Nothing.
Doesn't sound like nothing. Spill.
- Don't. - Please don't.
Ivy's been in contact with Stinger.
So no one's gonna say it?
I let Ivy back into my life. I'm an idiot.
There's gotta be an explanation.
There is. Four words.
I told you so.
Don't rush to judgment.
Any of you.
You're missing the point.
This photo proves that Ivy can get in touch with Stinger,
something she said she couldn't do.
She said that she didn't know where he was,
not that she couldn't get in touch with him.
Maybe he reached out to her first.
Either way, she's a risk.
- I'll talk to her. - No, you won't.
Fisher's right. You can't talk to her about this.
- I'll do it. - Okay, hold it.
I agree with Camille, but we are still very much on a case here.
That refractory period's up and Fred's gonna hit his "best by" date.
So, Kirsten.
Yep.
I'm back in 1985.
Fred's with Peggy at Dreamland.
Soft landing. Turning and burning.
Fred's in a bookstore. Present day.
Rudy's signing books.
Arlene's here.
Freddy boy.
Yeah. Could you get me four fresh ones for his grandkids?
Four fresh ones for his grandkids.
Rudy, you need to know the truth.
Fred's telling Rudy he needs to know the truth.
The truth about what?
That alien attack at the base was a prank.
A prank. That alien attack at the base. A prank.
Man, Rudy's gonna laugh his ass off.
Well, make it quick. It's hot as hell in this thing.
The alien attack was staged by Fred and Peggy.
She pretended to be the alien.
Me and Peggy didn't think you'd freak the way you did.
You know, the breakdown.
Shall I make it out to Sam or Little Sammy?
You hear me?
I'm gonna make it out to Sam.
The money you've been giving me I've been sharing
with Peggy.
The guilt's been eating at me, Rudy.
Rudy's been giving Fred that money.
I can't take your money anymore.
Of course you can.
It's your story, too.
No, it was a lie.
- It was a lie! - It wasn't.
Rudy's getting upset. He still thinks that the alien was real.
This!
This.
The aliens, UFOS... it's all lies.
- Enough! - It's a fraud!
He's a fraud.
Enough! Enough, that's enough!
Just get out of here. Just go.
I'm where he died.
I see the lights.
Death moment in three seconds.
Time's up. Make the bounce.
The chemicals were sprayed on Fred by a drone.
- So no UFO? - Not this time.
Aw, gee. You mean, sometimes junk science is actually just junk?
Fake UFO. Yeah, that's too bad.
Doesn't disprove a government conspiracy though.
Rudy said that it would be easy to fake a UFO
with some tinfoil and...
A drone.
You think I killed Fred.
If he went public about the fake alien attack,
he would've ruined your reputation.
The attack wasn't fake.
I was there. You weren't.
Okay, Rudy, honey. Just calm down.
All right, please. You're upsetting him.
You got the chemicals from Peggy Newcomb, didn't you?
- What chemicals? - All right, just stop it! Please.
The nerve toxin that killed Fred.
Five bucks says you got it from her.
- No. - All right, that's enough.
You need to leave.
We know that you've been paying Fred off all these years.
That's right. For our story!
- But... - But that changed,
when you found out, he faked the whole thing.
That Peggy Newcomb pretended to be the alien,
and he was splitting his half of the share with her.
That's not true! That's not...
We are not alone!
We're not! Look out there.
You got the ley lines, right outside. Look!
You'll see! I mean...
All right. You believe.
- Look out there. - Rudy. Rudy.
You said yourself that anyone with some tinfoil,
and a drone can pull off a decent hoax.
- Yes. - Fred was killed with a drone,
and we know you have a license to operate one.
I never even flew the...
You... you didn't.
Arlene, wh...
Fred wanted to take away everything that you believed in.
And I just couldn't let him do that.
So you killed him.
You found out where Peggy worked,
and you threatened to cut her off
if she didn't give you the nerve toxin.
And when she refused, you killed her.
Rudy is the love of my life.
And I couldn't just stand by
and watch him just swirl into madness again.
I had to kill him.
I lost you once, sweetheart,
and I could not let Fred take you away from me again.
No, no.
He could never take what's real away. Never.
And what's real? That's us.
Arlene, that's all that matters. It's just us.
Arlene Grant, I need you to come with us.
- Come on. - No.
Hey! I just spoke to your mom.
- My test results came in. - Is everything okay?
Well, she didn't say,
but she wants us to meet her at your place at 7:00 p.m.
Okay. We can do dinner after?
Mm-hmm. Yeah, but I have some stuff to do around here first,
so I'll meet you there?
- Sure. - Great.
So you still believe in little green men?
I believe that soldiers wear green uniforms,
and some of them work on secret government projects.
So... yeah.
Hold the door.
Thanks. You covered for tonight?
I'm going to Krav Maga.
Between my breakup and Ivy bombshell,
I just might put my sparring partner in the hospital.
So, yeah. I'm covered. What about you? You good?
I'm gonna go home. I'm gonna open a beer.
I'm gonna try and figure this whole DC thing out.
Which way you leaning?
Everyone gone?
Let's do this.
Hey.
- Hey! - What are you doing?
Sorting out our clothes.
You know, we don't have much winter wear.
We're gonna need to get some.
I, uh...
Got us some dinner.
Some pad see ew and chicken satay.
Thank you, babe.
Steph...
I couldn't get a transfer.
That's okay.
You'll get something else.
I'm sure once I get settled in,
I'll be able to work the network.
I don't know. I mean, I...
I just think maybe we need some more time to figure this out.
You mean you need more time.
You're choosing work over us again.
Aren't you?
Hey, Cam.
Come in.
Kirsten should be here soon.
Actually, she's not coming.
- What? - I told her I was still waiting on some results.
She thought it would be a good idea
for you and I to see each other again...
by ourselves.
To what end?
She said that she couldn't stand by and watch the man that she loves
turn his back on his relationship with his mother.
She said that it was something that she didn't have.
Along with my trust at the moment.
Look, I don't think it's such a bad idea that you and I talk.
What happens next?
You and I chitchat for a bit, and then suddenly,
everything between us is better?
You're right. It's a bad idea.
So, dinner?
Actually, I'm supposed to get dinner with Kirsten.
She's canceling on you.
- So? - Dinner.
You know, I do find it a little weird though,
that her test results aren't back yet.
Oh, there was just something odd on the EEG and the scan.
I sent it back for another look.
Uh, should I be worried?
No. It just looked like some sort of reflection.
It's not a tumor.
I'm sure it's nothing.
Come on. My treat.
I... thought we were just gonna talk to Ivy.
You know, not break into her apartment.
We're not breaking in. We used her spare key.
Okay. There's her laptop.
You look around. Tell me if you find anything.
Okay.
To-do list.
Spelling tests, lesson plans.
There's nothing here about Stinger.
Okay, I'm duplicating the hard drive,
so we can find every reference to Stinger she has on her system.
Although, I gotta be honest.
I don't think we're gonna find anything.
Well, we'll see.
Be quick though, okay? Her yoga class ends in ten minutes.
Yeah.
Whoa.
What?
She...
She saved every little thing from her life with Stinger.
She... she said she hated him, but clearly, she didn't.
Oh my God!
I know. I mean...
God, if she still cares about him, then,
what would she be willing to do to get him back?
No. No, no, no. Come here.
Look. You gotta look at this.
Come here.
Look at this.
Oh my God.
Ivy ran the anomaly on us.
She's the one who trapped me in my memory.
She's the one who almost killed me.
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