03x08 - Dreamland

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Previously on Stitchers...

Cameron: 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.

Quincy: Well, clearly we have a problem.

Or an opportunity.

Maggie: 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.

Stinger: 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.

(sighs)

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.

(sighs)

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?

(laughs) 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?

(phone rings)

(sighs)

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 : ?

Okay. Cool.

(phone beeps off)

(knocking)

It's : 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.

(groans) 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.

(groans) Fine.

Good! Now let me see your game face!

Aw, come on! You can
do better than that.

Yep! That's the one.

(flies buzzing)

(theme music playing)

♪ Take me inside ♪

♪ Take me inside ♪

- 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?
- Camille: 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 m*rder.

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.

Maggie: 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 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 .

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.

Man (on radio): Tower, we
have traffic for Genesis .

Ten miles ahead, degrees.

Negative, Genesis , all clear.
Just you up there.

They hear a pilot.

He's asking about other
planes in the area.

Fred: Wait, I see it.

Can you say the type of aircraft?

Pilot: Negative. I've never
seen anything like it.

(alarm beeps)

It sounds like the pilot
thinks he sees a UFO.

Pilot: It's there! it's there! It's
coming right at our windshield!

Turning left, degrees!

Kirsten: Fred's with Rudy.

But he's not sick. It must
be before the accident.

He's a pilot. His uniform says,

"RG-F ."

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.

Cameron: 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.

(alien screeches)

It's... it's attacking them.

(alien screeches)

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.

Kirsten: Fred's older. I'm
at the scene of his death.

Welcome back to the st 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.

- (beeping rapidly)
- Three seconds.

Cameron: Time to phone home, Kirsten.
Make the bounce.

(beeping rapidly)

Did you see who k*lled Fred?

Yeah. Aliens.

- Aliens?
- Yes.

- Aliens.
- Yes.

- Aliens just k*lled...
- (snaps pencil)

What part of "Yes, aliens
k*lled 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.

- Linus: Cameron's right.
- Thank you.

There's only deductive proof.

I hate you.

There's a hundred billion
planets in our galaxy.

There are 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

k*lling 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.

Quincy: President
Eisenhower did have a pact

to share secret technology with aliens.

Et Tu, Fishy?

I binged conspiracy
shows after I was sh*t.

Look, maybe Fred was going public

with proof that aliens exist,

and he was k*lled because of that.

Or he was sharing government secrets

with the Greys and got caught.

- Greys?
- Aliens. Keep up.

Or his m*rder has nothing
to do with aliens,

and everything to do with whatever
else Fred was working on,

and my guess, it was some
secret m*llitary 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.

(people on video gasping)

Child: Awesome!

Kirsten: 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

after suffering a nervous breakdown.

- His name's...
- Rudy Grant.

- Cameron: 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 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.

Rudy: Oh, I'm not surprised
Fred was m*rder*d.

Why is that?

Because of what happened to us.

Which was?

Which was me and Fred were
att*cked by an alien.

- At Dreamland.
- Dreamland?

Roessell Air Force Base.

California's answer to Area .

So, can we discuss this alien att*ck?

If that's what got Fred
k*lled all these years later,

why not k*ll 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.

(sighs) 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.

Rudy: Hey!

One believer out of two isn't bad.

You know what, you should come, too.
We'll barbecue.

(Rudy chuckling)

Yes, yes, yes. Fred's m*rder.

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.

(phone chirps)

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.

(indistinct chattering)

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 g*ns

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!

(whispering): Kir... She's
not getting coffee.

Not getting coffee.

This is it.

You're gonna be disappointed.

Disappointed.

Not disappointed.

Definitely not.

- (r*fles cocking)
- MP : Freeze!

MP : 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.

(scoffs)

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.

(sighs)

If you think his m*rder 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 .

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.

- (sighs)
- 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.

(chuckles)

Dysfunctional family.

Best kind. Come on.

(indistinct chatter)

You've been taking in
bucks a month for years.

A hundred and , 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 thr*at 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.

- (crunches)
- 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 m*rder*d.

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 d*ed 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.

(bell rings)

- Aerospace?
- Accident?

- I think not.
- No schnitz.

- The female officer?
- I think maybe.

- (phone ringing)
- Hey.

- Linus, I'm with Fisher.
- Hey, got the advanced tox results.

Looks like Fred d*ed 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.
- (groans) 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.

(sighs)

(knocking)

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 years ago.

Hard to say, not hard to do.

- Give me a minute.
- (beeping)

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.

Kirsten: Uh-huh.

All right. I'll see what
I can find out about her.

Great.

Quincy: I understand.

Maggie (on phone): 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.

(sighs)

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.

Kirsten: 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.

- Quincy: 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.

Kirsten: Fisher's right. You
can't talk to her about this.

- I'll do it.
- Cameron: 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.

(sighs)

Yep.

I'm back in .

Fred's with Peggy at Dreamland.

Soft landing. Turning and burning.

Kirsten: 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 att*ck at
the base was a prank.

A prank. That alien att*ck at the base.
A prank.

(woman laughing)

Man, Rudy's gonna laugh his ass off.

Well, make it quick. It's
hot as hell in this thing.

Kirsten: The alien att*ck 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.

Fred: This!

This.

The aliens, UFOS... it's all lies.

- Arlene: Enough!
- Fred: It's a fraud!

He's a fraud.

(both grunting)

Enough! Enough, that's enough!

Just get out of here. Just go.

I'm where he d*ed.

I see the lights.

(spraying)

- (choking)
- Death moment in three seconds.

Time's up. Make the bounce.

- (beeping rapidly)
- (gasps)

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 k*lled Fred.

If he went public about
the fake alien att*ck,

he would've ruined your reputation.

The att*ck 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 k*lled 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...
- Quincy: 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 k*lled with a drone,

and we know you have a
license to operate one.

I never even flew the...

(sighs)

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 k*lled 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 k*lled 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 k*ll 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.

(Arlene crying)

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 : 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.
- (elevator dings)

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.

(sighs) I don't know. I mean, I...

(clears throat)

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.

Linus: 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.

Linus: What?

She...

She saved every little thing
from her life with Stinger.

(scoffs)

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.
- (beeping)

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 k*lled me.