03x02 - For Love or Money

[bunniefuu]

- Previously on Stitchers...
- I don't love you!

- It was me. I said those things.
- Do you think we can trust Ivy?

I'm not a hundred percent sure.

I know what quantum computers are

and how entanglement triggers work.

He had surgery a couple days ago,

and since we're locked down,
I have no idea how he's doing.

Call. Find out.

He d*ed. The funeral was yesterday.

- You know where she is.
- I do. Your mother's alive and well.

One day, you'll be reunited with her.

Kristin, what is it?
Will you talk to me, dammit?

Cameron, you okay there?

Blair wants to k*ll your mother.

Find out where she is and
find a way to tell me.

- Why are we here?
- To make a deal.

My colleagues are being reassigned,
I don't want that to happen.

Anything else?

I want Maggie Baptiste to
run the Stitchers program.

Is that it?

No. I'm looking for someone. My mother.

How long would you have waited for
me when I was trapped in my memory?

Forever.

When you were trying
to get me to bounce,

wh... what did you mean when you said...

You can't help me if
you're stuck in here.

- I never said that.
- But if you didn't say it, who did?

- (doors hiss)
- (somber music playing)

(doors close)

(clicking, beeping)

(mechanical breathing)

Ugh, thank god you're here.
What did you bring me for breakfast?

I didn't know I was supposed to.

You know, considering it was
my idea to go all Mommy Dearest

on Kirsten in the stitch, I thought
I might be at least worth a latte.

Also, you don't come to a
person's house empty-handed.

Were you raised in a barn?

- So, is Kirsten up or...
- Up and out.

Oh. Where to?

(chuckles) I'm a lotta things, Cameron.

Blondie's keeper is not one of them.

- Mm.
- Speaking of...

- Hm.
- How are you and Kirsten?

- Oh.
- Did you guys, you know...

- do it?
- What are you, ?

(chuckles) I'm just saying.
You know, be gentle.

Kirsten's a virgin.

Ahh, I don't think she's a virgin.

Emotionally. Come on.

She's a virgin.

This is gonna be her
first real relationship

where she's connected and available,
you know?

I got it.

I don't know if you do.

I'm tryin' to say...
go slow, if you can.

'Cause this thing that you
two have affects all of us.

Yeah, I said I got it.

Yeah? And what was up in
the lab with you yesterday?

Your hands were shakin' pretty good.

I was just tired.
It was a crazy couple days, you know?

I guess so. You know what?
Go ahead and get the eggs out.

I'm gonna get dressed while
you make me breakfast.

- How do you like 'em?
- Prepared by someone other than me.

(exhales wearily)

Sabine.

Sabine?

Where did you go?

Sabine!

(water gurgling)

Sabine!

(theme music playing)

♪ Take me inside ♪

♪ Take me inside ♪

Hey. You seen Kirsten yet?

I have not, but I just got in myself.

Oh. How's your mom holdin' up?

- She's good.
- Mm?

- A rock.
- How about you?

A little less rock-like,

but, um, my father was my hero,

and I'm gonna soldier
on and make him proud.

- I know you will.
- Thanks, man.

Yeah.

Hey, uh, I gotta go and talk to Maggie.

- What about?
- Stuff.

Stuff? Uh-huh.

- Minute?
- Barely.

- Question.
- Go.

- Ivy.
- No.

Look, I know that you're feeling

a connection with her
and that she helped you

find out about your father.

- She helped all of us.
- And still, I don't trust her,

and neither should you.

I get it. Stinger had her ear,

and there's no way of knowing

what kind of Manson family brain laundry

was goin' on between the two of 'em.

Oddly but accurately stated.

Who knows what her connection is to him?

I could just ask her.

- Done?
- Yes.

- Bye.
- Good.

(elevator dings)

- (Kirsten humming)
- Oh! There you are.

- Ooh. You miss me?
- I miss running tests on you.

(chuckles) Best boyfriend, ever.

I know. So, I re-watched the lab video

of when you bounced
from your memory loop.

The "You can't help me"
comment you think I said.

- Never said it.
- Maybe I imagined it?

That's possibility number three.

Number one is that
Stinger said it to you

from the h*jacked signal.

- What's number two?
- That the days you were trapped

in the stitch affected you.

- You mean damaged me?
- I didn't say that.

I just wanna run some
tests. I'm worried.

I'm fine. Cameron, we
have a stitch to do.

We're gonna do it.
We're gonna keep perfecting

the technology, and I'm gonna be fine.

So don't be a baby, baby.

(chuckles)

Hey, do you wanna get
some dinner tonight?

I think we should talk.

Okay, about what?

Us.

- (buzzer goes off)
- We're up.

About us? Now I'm worried.

Victim's name is Sabine Colt.

She's the daughter of
an investment banker,

born and raised in New York City,
but she's been living here

in LA with her boyfriend, Nic.

- Cause of death?
- Drowning.

There were signs of a struggle.

The M.E. will have a full workup soon.

Police are questioning
the boyfriend now.

- What do we know about him?
- Fisher: Well, he's got money,

and lots of it. But a guy that young

usually doesn't punch his own ticket,

so I'm checkin' on
who's payin' the bills.

Okay, in the meantime,
let's start with Sabine.

- All right, Kirsten, you ready?
- Absolutely.

'Cause if you're not,
you know, we can...

- (blowing into mic)
- (feedback)

Is this thing on?
I thought I said, "Absolutely."

Yeah, it's on, smart-ass.

Lights to %, please.

Are you ready?

I'm fine.

I need a go, no-go for
stitch neuro-sync. Life-Sci?

- Go.
- Sub-Bio?

- Go.
- Engineering?

- Go.
- Communications?

- Go.
- Medical?

- Go.
- Com check, one-two, one-two.

- (blows into mic)
- (feedback)

- (moans)
- Is this on?

- I guess I deserved that.
- Induce stitch neurosync

on my mark in three, two, one, mark!

Kirsten: It's Nic and Sabine.

- (glasses clink)
- They're having drinks.

(Sabine laughs)

Kirsten: It's very romantic.

Really sweet.

(sultry music playing)

Kirsten: Okay, new memory.

(breathing heavy)

- Things are heating up.
- What are they doing, K?

Um. Hm. The deed.

I'm getting a spotty
neuro-sync on Kirsten.

Yeah, yeah, I'm seein' that, too.

Are you all right, Kirsten?

- (breathing heavy)
- Fine, just... watching.

Ayo: Her respiration is up.

Heart rate, too.

Her oxytocin levels
are rising in response

to what she's seeing in the stitch.

I'll have what she's having.

If you want, we can leave you there
for a little while, come back later.

(sigh)

- Huh?
- Memory hotspot comin' up.

All right, you're on the move, Sally.

Kirsten: I'm... on a street somewhere.

It's... It's in New York, I think.
It's... it's foggy.

Woman: Sabine!

Weather foggy or brain foggy?

I told you, please don't worry about me.

(sirens sounding)

- Yeah.
- You take care of your parents,

we'll take care of you.

Just stick to the plan.

Kirsten: Some guy just gave her a phone.

Wait, I'm be...
I'm being pulled to another memory.

- (sultry music playing)
- They're canoodling again.

Sabine: Whatever happened...
(kiss) to the big contract... (kiss)

your father was hoping to get?

Uh, Sabine's asking about Nic's father.

Nic: He got it.

Ayo: Heart rate and
respiration are climbing again.

There's something about a contract.

Contract. On it.

Uh, I'm seeing unlock
codes for the phone.

- Have her call them out.
- What are they?

- (phone beeping)
- Kirsten: - - - .

- - - .

- - - .

(animal screeching)

I'm in a field.

Sabine has a messenger bag.

What's in the bag?

Kirsten: It's too foggy,
I can't make it out.

(sultry music playing)

Ayo: Here we go again...

They're... they're having pool sex.

As in sex in the pool?

Completely overrated.

That's a true fact.

Comin' up on the death memory.

Sabine: Where are you going?

Hey!

Nick! Where'd you go?

Aren't we swimming?

(screaming)

- What's happening?
- Linus: Death memory in four seconds.

Cameron: Kirsten, get outta there!

Cameron: Ayo, how's Kirsten?

Chill, Cameron, I'm fine.

Do you need anything,
like a water or oxygen?

- Cold shower?
- Knock it off.

Sabine was spying on Nic.
She shared information

about his father's business
with that guy in New York.

So Nic found out and k*lled her.

No, he... he didn't do it.

- Maybe he set her up.
- I don't think so.

If Nic didn't do it, then who?

Nic's father.

Viktor Comenko, Nic's father, is a
powerful businessman with loads of moolah.

His company, Novogorsk Steel,
just landed a huge contract

with the Russian m*llitary.

That must be the contract
Nic told Sabine about.

She passed on inside information
she got from Nic, pissed off Daddy,

- and he k*lled Sabine?
- Mm, if Comenko

had anything to do with it,
he didn't do it himself.

Because the big man never leaves,
say it with me now...

(with Russian accent) Mother Russia.

Why? Because he's paranoid.

Survived three different attempts
on his life in the past seven years.

Never travels without private security.

- So he paid someone else to do it.
- Mmm, maybe.

But he's notorious for running
the entire operation himself.

Doesn't think anybody
can do as good a job

at anything as he can.

That might not extend to m*rder.

Apparently, the only person
Viktor trusts is his son, Nic.

By all accounts, Nic is as loyal
to Daddy as Daddy is to him.

Right. So even though
Nic didn't k*ll Sabine,

he might know more than he told police.

Okay, bring him in, get him talking.

While Nic's here,
Cameron and I will go search his house,

see if we can find the encrypted
phone and the messenger bag.

(school bell ringing)

(knocking on door)

Word's out that you're a computer whiz.

NSA sent me over to audit your class.

That's cute.

- What you really doin' here?
- I never got a chance

to say thank you for what you did for me

back at the lab.

Letting me call my mother.

I'm sorry, um... that you didn't get
the news you wanted about your father.

At least I found out, so thank you.

Look, I gotta ask you straight up.

Are you still working with Stinger?

No. I am not working with my father.

He made me think there was this big plan

to get the family all back together,

but... Kirsten was right.
He's absolutely psychotic.

Linus, um, I've got class.

If you wanna practice GarageBand
or learn basic programming, stay.

If you wanna keep grilling me about
my dad, it's not gonna happen.

Look, first, GarageBand is really cool.

And second, no more grilling. I...
I believe you.

Might be better if you didn't.

It's just... it's
gonna get in the way...

of you and your friends.
They're like your family.

Yeah, but Kirsten is literally yours.

Yeah. It's a relationship I'd
like to build outside of the lab.

Linus, I've got class.

Yeah, I... I... I should get goin', too.

Thanks.

Hey... what are you doin' later?
Do you wanna hang out, maybe?

Are you asking me out?

Yeah. I thought it was pretty obvious.

I have parent-teacher
conferences tonight.

Yeah. (sniffs)

You can pick me up at : .

Okay. Let's talk about Sabine.

This is a waste of time.

Okay? I loved Sabine. And whoever
k*lled her, I want them dead.

Okay. You loved her.

But did you trust her?

Yeah. Of course.

Then who was she talking to
on her super-secret phone?

What secret phone?

Oh, you know,
it's the type of phone you would use

to cheat on your husband, or make a call
from a prison cell, or in Sabine's case,

talk about your boyfriend
with nefarious types

you don't want him knowing about.

She was chatting up somebody
about your father pretty good.

I'm not answering any more questions.

If you know anything
about Sabine's m*rder,

if you think your father was behind it,

you can tell us. We can protect you.

I would never be afraid of my father.

Now, you guys want more answers?

Come visit me in St. Petersburg.

You're a suspect in a
m*rder investigation.

You're not goin' anywhere.

Well, then you obviously
don't know my father.

(heavy door closing)

(sighing) Well, I
checked with Washington,

and the Russian embassy has intervened,

and Viktor Comenko has arranged
to have his son sent back home.

W... so that's it?

Well, I'm gonna do my best to stop it.

In the meantime, we have a new
medical examiner in the program.

Check in, see if she found any other DNA
on Sabine's body that wasn't hers or Nic's.

- Maybe the k*ller left some behind.
- You got it.

Find anything?

No bag. No phone. Just a lot of
unsettlingly green artificial grass.

Hm. Well, I couldn't
find anything inside.

If Sabine hid something here,
she made sure Nic couldn't find it.

- Okay.
- Mm.

Okay, hold on.

You don't want to?

No, I... I do. I do, %.

It's just... I think this might be
some sort of reaction to the stitch.

It's not.

I'm just excited.

Yeah. You know, th... that's...

That's great, I mean...
you and me, and just...

I'm your first real
emotionally-connected relationship.

I... no, I'm just sayin' I...
I just think we need to figure out

what that means for us.

Hm. Is that what you wanted
to have dinner about tonight?

Y... you wanna have the, uh, "this is
how we feel about each other" talk?

Yeah.

Hm. I've never had the talk.

Oh, well, I have, and it's horrible.

But then again, so's modern art.

But even something like this is
worth a bucket of money to someone.

(phone beeping)

I...

It's just squares.

Kirsten?

What are you...

Do you remember any of the unlock codes?

- Yeah. - - - .
- (phone clicks, beeps)

Okay.

Try the next one.

And...

(phone beeps)

(sighs) Are you sure you're
remembering these correctly?

I mean, you were a little
distracted during that last stitch.

- Mm-hm.
- Just saying.

(phone beeps)

Four incorrect attempts
and this phone bricks.

Both: Linus.

(clears throat) Hello?

- Nasty, right?
- Uh, yeah.

Ejected from his car
during a high-speed chase,

landed on a freeway sign
feet off the ground.

- Ugh.
- Nice sh**t', Tex.

Uh, I'm looking for the M.E.?

Oh, well, you found her.

Amanda Weston. You must be Camille
Engelson, from the NSA, right?

I hear you're snarky.

Well, what does that make you?

- Grumpy? Dopey?
- Doc.

Did you want somethin'?

I wanted to get off on
the right foot with you.

Well, I already got the rundown of working
with you guys, if that's why you're here.

Send you crime victims, obscure the
paperwork, stall the full autopsies

until said victims are returned
in three to five days...

I am actually here about a case,
Sabine Colt?

We're curious if any DNA was found
on her body other than Nic Comenko's.

Right. Because floating in a pool all
night isn't gonna wash away any DNA.

The snark is strong with you, too.

We make it look good.

Uh, DNA results are not back in yet.

You think you could speed 'em up?

I could. But I won't.

See, if I put a rush on it,
people are gonna ask why,

and then I'd have to tell them
about our super-secret NSA program,

and then you'd have to k*ll them.

I guess I'll wait for your call.

Oh? Well, just need your number.

Sure I can't just text it to you?

Where's the fun in that?

So, how did it go with M.E.?

Uh, she doesn't really
come off like an M.E.,

she's more like a...
a biker, I don't know.

(whispers) "Rebel Without a Corpse."

- DNA?
- Results are pending.

Yes. Uh, I should have them soon,
but in the meantime,

I did some digging, and I found this.

Apparently, Sabine's family
made a series of bad investments

over the past few
years. They are broke...

But with a lifestyle to keep up.

That must be the situation that
Sabine was trying to help with.

She was raising cash for her family.

By selling inside information
about Nic's father's company.

But then it became about
more than just secrets,

something she didn't
wanna be involved in.

So, either she got k*lled for what
she did do or what she wouldn't do.

She did sound pretty afraid of
whoever was on the encrypted phone.

Yeah. It's locked. We
tried the three codes

Sabine used in the
stitch. They didn't work.

Next failed attempt, and all of the
data, including her call history,

gets wiped, so we thought maybe
Linus could work his magic on it.

Yeah, I'll work my magic
first thing in the morn...

No. Tonight.

But I've got someplace that I wanted...

Tonight. That leaves the messenger bag.

There wasn't anything at Nic's house.

I saw Sabine find it in a field.
Um... there was carousel music playing?

Carousels. There are active
carousels in the Los Angeles area.

- Two of them are in shopping malls,
- Not them.

- One at the Santa Monica pier,
- Oh, got bad memories of that one.

- It wasn't that one, either.
- There are carousels at Disneyland

and Knott's Berry Farm.

What? I like carousels.

Please, let it be Disneyland.

No, it wasn't either of those.
Um... I heard a screeching noise?

- Mechanical?
- Animal.

- Did it sound like this?
- (bird screeching)

- Ow. Yes.
- Well, that would happen

to be the love cry of
the Pavo Cristatus,

AKA the peacock. Two of which are housed

adjacent to the Tom Mankiewicz
Conservation Carousel at the LA Zoo.

- That's Griffith Park.
- Okay, check it out.

- Yeah, first thing in the morning...
- No, tonight.

- But we were going to...
- Going to...?

- The zoo.
- Yeah, that's what I thought.

(phone ringing)

Uh, it's Am... it's
Amanda... It's the M.E.

- Take it.
- Y... mm.

- (phone ringing)
- Don't screw that up.

Griffith Park.

- Hello.
- Hi, Snarky.

I got your DNA results.

- Tell me.
- Not over the phone.

We're on a secure line.

Not over the phone.

Meet me. Tonight, : p.m.

I'll text you the address. And, Camille?

Don't be late.

(line clicks, beeps)

Hey. Perfect timing.

I'm almost finished, but, dinner?

About that. Rain check?
Something came up at the lab.

- Mm.
- I've got a code to cr*ck.

I love me a good code. What is it?

Oh. I'm sorry. Um, none of my business.

Uh, it's just pattern recognition
is kinda my super power.

But, uh... (scoffs) I almost forgot...

Daniel Stinger's daughter.

Maybe this is a bad idea.

The unlock code is four digits.

We've got four attempts, we've
already b*rned through three of 'em.

One more and the data fries.

That's digits.

Uh, that's the number for Korean
barbecue. It's right down the street.

They deliver. Let's get crackin'.

(crickets chirping)

I'm not the, uh, only
one who's been acting

differently lately. You have been
very jumpy, even by your standards.

What are you talkin' about?

I'm not bein' jumpy.
I'm just concerned, you know?

There's just something's goin'
on with you that I don't understand.

- (bird calling)
- So I hear.

Like, why did you think
you heard something

I didn't say in that stitch, and...

- (frog croaking)
- what... why was that stitch today foggy?

I don't know.
You know, and about what I heard,

just forget about it. Maybe...
maybe I'm not remembering right.

Then again, maybe you are, you know.

I'm just trying to be a good scientist.

Good scientist... or worried boyfriend?

Why can't I be both?

Let's just talk about this over at...
the rocks.

- (peacock calling)
- She threw it in there.

The messenger bag is behind the rocks.

What? There?

No. No, no. No, with all the...
the bugs and the snake and the mud

and the things and the...
What are you gonna do,

crawl in there and search for it?

- Yep.
- Two words: dinner reservations.

One word: Maggie.

- (dance music playing)
- ♪ You do it to me ♪

♪ Something I do ♪

♪ You do it to me ♪

♪ Something I do ♪

♪ Whoa, you do it to me ♪

♪ Lover, you do it ♪

♪ You're just someone's clown ♪

♪ Entertainment, hand it over ♪

Hey, you made it!

I didn't know you
spin... Spun... deejayed.

Whatever the hell you call it.

How would you?

- Uhh...
- Oh. Right. NSA. Yeah.

Uh, oh god. The whole reason I'm here.
DNA results.

Oh. Only Nic and Sabine's
DNA were found on her body.

You fully could've told
me that on the phone.

I know, but then you wouldn't be
here drinking whiskey with me.

- (Camille laughs)
- ♪ Whoa, you do it to me ♪

It's, polynumeric?

Well, there's no letter
substitution that tracks.

Steganographic?

Not unless it's hiding in plain sight.

It is a rolling cipher!

Okay. So...

one plus two is three, plus three is six,
plus five is , one plus one is two.

Multiply that by the first
number in the first sequence,

it's two, and the...

Take two, multiply it
by the second number

in the first sequence, that's four!

It works!

- Okay.
- So...

Both: Two, four, six, three!

(Ivy laughs)

Are... are... Are you sure?

Positive.

But, if you don't trust me, I...

N... no, no. Go for it.

(chimes)

- Ha! We did it!
- You did it!

You really have a super power!

Okay, this is the last
number she dialed.

Right.

(ringing)

(phone ringing)

- (flies buzzing)
- (ringing continues)

I appreciate the NSA's
dry cleaning policy.

You know, there'd better be a
good reason I'm here right now.

Oh, have you been drinking?

I went to a club.

Any DNA?

Mm. Well.
Lots of DNA being swapped at the club.

Negative. Only Nic's and Sabine's.

What were you doing at a club?

No one. Nothing. Oh my god.
Can a girl go to a club by herself?

- What am I looking at? Where were you?
- Uh, in the mud

with the bugs and the snakes and the...
who knows what else.

(door opening)

This better be good. I was
in the middle of oysters

with Stephanie.

Ugh, TMI, Fisher.

Hey, sometimes oysters is oysters.

What's inside of the bag?

(exhaling)

- That's a lotta coke.
- (whistling)

It wasn't a squared Fibonacci or
a descending harmonic reverse.

Just a simple rolling cipher.

Way to go, man of science.

Actually, it was a woman of science.

Ivy figured it out.

Ivy?

This is a highly-classified
NSA investigation...

That Ivy helped us with.
You're wrong about her.

I didn't tell her any details of the
case. She just helped me with the code.

Sabine used this phone to
call this single number.

Oh, this is why I'm here.

So seriously, no one else knows
how to use a tablet? Okay.

- (beeps)
- Looks like it's a New York number

registered to a Jack Dalliford,

who... just turned up dead behind a
Manhattan pizzeria on Bleecker Street.

(sighs) I will get his
body sent right over.

Well... cheers.

(knocking on door)

Uhh, thank god you're here.
What did you bring me for breakfast?

I thought you needed a ride to work.

Those are not mutually
exclusive concepts.

(sighs) I'll go see
what's in the fridge.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Camille: Thank you so much.

(phone ringing)

- This better be work-related.
- Amanda on phone: Totally.

Meet me at the Lowdown for the lowdown.
Tonight.

I'm not falling for that again.

Come on. I'm spinning again.

Ahhh...

Hey. No sweat. I'm prolific, baby.

Creep my Instagram tonight.
See what you missed.

I... I gotta go. Okay. (clears throat)

Did I hear the sounds of
telephonic flirtation?

What? No! Just work.

- You met someone.
- (laughs) No!

Maybe. Whatever. I don't know.

I hope you have. You're amazing, so
you deserve someone equally as awesome.

Thank you. So do you.

Call him back. What do you have to lose?

I don't know.
Takes me a minute to trust people.

Everyone deserves to be
trusted until proven otherwise.

That sounds like a horrible policy.

It is... unless it isn't.

- Doctor?
- Linus: Doctor.

Hey, we plugged the hole
on being hacked, yes?

- Yes, totally.
- Totally-totally, or...?

Completely totally. What's up?

Kirsten heard me say
something to her in the stitch

which I never said.

Glitch or faulty memory?

- Outside force?
- I don't think so,

but I'll keep an eye on
it during the next stitch.

- Thanks. Doctor.
- Doctor.

(whirring)

- Cameron: Where you at, K-Max?
- Kirsten: Uh, on the street.

In New York, I think.

How's the weather?
Stitchy with a chance of fog?

Nope. Clear at the moment.

(phone ringing)

What did you find out?

Sabine on phone:
His father got the contract.

I'll be in touch. I'll be in touch.

I'll be in touch.

(dialing phone)

Buy Novogorsk Steel,
as many shares as you can.

Kirsten: Sabine called Dalliford,

told him about the steel contract,
then he called someone else

and told them to buy
shares of Novogorsk Steel.

Dalliford was running
an insider-trading scam.

It would seem so.

Wait, I'm being pulled
into another memory.

I'm in a room. I see Dalliford.

- Please stop.
- He's b*at up, tied to a chair.

Dalliford: Please stop.

- (fist thuds)
- (gasps)

(grunts, coughing)

- (fist thuds)
- (gasps)

Well? Novogorsk Steel.

You knew to buy shares. How?

Kirsten:
Someone's wailing on him pretty hard.

- (fist thuds)
- Kirsten: Ooh!

They wanna know how he knew

about the steel contract.

- Can you see the guy?
- Yeah.

Bulldog-looking thug.
I've... I've never seen him before.

Dalliford: Comenko's son.

(breathing hard)

He... has a girlfriend.

- She's been feeding me information.
- Man: So you're using a girl

to get information from Comenko's son?

I'm gonna need her to
do something for me.

You told me you can control her.

Bulldog wants Dalliford to get
Sabine to do something for him.

She won't do it. She says that planting
dr*gs on him wasn't part of the deal.

She'll have to be helpful
in some other way...

- Helpful in some other way.
- (Kn*fe clicks)

Death memory in four seconds.

Get the hell outta there, Kirsten.
Make the bounce.

- Dalliford: No! No!
- (Kn*fe stabbing)

Sabine was k*lled because she
wouldn't plant the dr*gs on Nic.

- To shut her up?
- I don't think so.

What would planting
dr*gs on Nic accomplish?

It would've gotten him
detained, questioned.

Yeah, but k*lling Sabine and
making him a person of interest

in the m*rder did that, too.

But is that all Bulldog wanted,
just to get Nic detained?

What does getting Nic
detained buy someone?

Opportunity.

Think about it. What would paranoid,
afraid-to-leave-Russia-for-fear-

of-being-assassinated Viktor Comenko do

if the son he was devoted
to was in trouble in LA?

He'd come himself to rescue his son.

Which is I'm guessing is
exactly what he's doing.

Now, Comenko can't travel
with his armed detail,

so he's more vulnerable in the
States than he was in Russia.

k*lling Sabine was the bait in
a plot to k*ll Viktor Comenko.

And that, my friends,
is how the Russian nesting dolls unnest.

Okay, we need to find Nic and his
father before they both end up dead.

None of Comenko's jets have left
Russia in the past hours.

Yeah. Wanna know why?

So I said to myself, "If I'm Comenko",

"I'd probably have a whack of false
papers to use if I need to blow town

should Moscow get a
hate-on for me, right?"

So I ran Comenko's photos through the
Interpol passport registry and got a hit

on three different aliases.
I ran those aliases

through the Department of Homeland
Security airline booking database,

and discovered the tickets were
issued to one of those aliases.

Nicolai and Mikael Karlaff.

- Karlaff?
- Flight .

The Comenkos are traveling
under that particular alias.

They're probably on
their way to LAX now.

Okay, I'll call TSA, have them hold
the Comenkos until Fisher can put them

in protective custody.

Camille... good work.

Hey. Fisher's going to LAX.

I found a couple plane tickets for
Nic and Viktor under assumed names.

Viktor Comenko wouldn't fly commercial.

He'd be completely exposed.

Okay... think. What would you do

if you were a Russian steel tycoon,

and you went someplace you
couldn't take your private militia?

I'd hire the best I could locally.

So, we need to get into
Russian banking records

and see if he's hired
any LA-based security.

How hard could that be?

With enough time it's not hard,
but we don't have enough time.

I'll be back.

Fisher called. The tickets were
a smokescreen. Comenko wanted us

looking at LAX.

You gotta be frickin' kiddin' me.

- I told you this was a bad idea.
- We need her expertise.

Ivy worked in banking for years.

She knows how to navigate

the international banking system.

It's not like she hasn't seen
the inside of the lab before.

Cameron, what do you think?

If I'm being totally honest,
I don't think it's a good idea.

Camille, what about you?

(clears throat) Um...
everyone deserves to be trusted

until proven otherwise?

(sighs) Find Comenko, let's get it done.

(keys tapping)

Got it.

It looks like Comenko's hired Seraph
Private Security on a few occasions

over the years when he's
come to Los Angeles.

Well, these guys are no joke.
Mercs. And looky here.

They've got a full
security detail dispatched

into a private hangar at the Santa
Monica airport in minutes,

leaving from Seraph's headquarters.

Where's Seraph's headquarters?

Broadway. Downtown LA.

Bet you a bitcoin the
Comenkos are there now

waiting to be taken to their plane.

I agree. Call Fisher.

Thank you, Ivy. Now
it's time for you to go.

(indiscernible radio chatter)

(siren blares)

Maggie: Hold it! NSA! Drop your weapons!

Nic and Viktor Comenko, we need you to
come with us. You are being detained.

Technically, I'm not even here.
My son and I are going to the airport

- and leaving America now.
- We believe your life is in danger.

Sweetie, tell me something I don't know.

That's Bulldog!

Kirsten: Watch out, Nic!

- (g*ns f*ring)
- Kirsten, get down!

(people screaming)

(grunts)

Target down!

- Clear!
- Maggie: Fisher, cuff him!

How'd you guys know to come here?

Sabine showed me the way.

(sirens blaring)

Viktor Comenko was
targeted by a competitor

in the Russian steel business who
lost out on the m*llitary contract.

He thought k*lling Comenko
would reopen negotiations.

How's Comenko doing?

Stable, and actually
grateful for our help.

Nothin' like a b*llet
to soften a guy up.

So, Ivy came through for us again, huh?

I understand that we
are split about her,

but until we know where
her loyalties are,

we have to protect
ourselves, understood?

New business. Thanks to Kirsten,

I will be taking on Blair's duties,

which means that I will be
in Washington occasionally.

Making the NSA great again? Nice.

Which means I need to appoint someone
to take on my responsibilities

in the lab when I'm not here.

Now, I have put a lot of thought
into this, and the only person

that the only person that I think
is capable of doing the job...

is Cameron.

Maggie, nah, come on, I'm more of a...
kinda guy.

You'll be great.
I'll brief you before I leave.

(exhales) So excited.

Uh, you got a minute?

Sure.

(clears throat)

Why Cameron?

You mean why not you?

Whoever runs this place,
their first job...

is to protect the team.

"Everyone deserves to be
trusted until proven otherwise"?

That is a bad policy

in our business, and
can get people k*lled.

- I made a mistake.
- Yes. You did.

(softly) Okay.

Kirsten: Look at you, big boss man.

Yeah, I have a feeling this isn't
gonna be one of those fun promotions.

Oh, well, as long as you don't abuse your
authority and start ordering tests on me.

Kirsten... everything I do is
because I care about you. Deeply.

I need to know why you think you
heard what you heard in that stitch.

I need to know that
stitching is safe for you.

I need you to trust me.

I do trust you.

I wanna believe that. I really do.

But you're not sure.

Let's just talk about it at dinner.

Oh, right, when we have "the talk."

Yeah.

I... I have a better idea.

♪ I put my bag into the back seat ♪

♪ I drove my heart
cross the country ♪

♪ And now I'm awake and feel me comin'
back to life ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I'm awake, awake ♪

♪ Yes, I'm awake, awake ♪

♪ I'm awake, awake ♪

♪ Yes, I'm awake, awake ♪

♪ Till you, until you find me ♪

♪ Till you, until you find me ♪

- (doors hiss)
- (somber music playing)

- (doors close)
- (mechanical breathing)

(clicking, beeping)

Good talk.