03x09 - k*ll It Forward

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03x09 - k*ll It Forward

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Previously on "Stitchers"...

The more physically intimate
you guys are,

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

Linus: How long are you
gonna keep this up for?


As long as it takes for you to
work up a damn oxytocin filter.

We have to do this if we're
gonna save my mother.

Oh, I know.

Kirsten: Her chamber!
The computers, the monitors.

Everything is just gone!
Where's my mother?

The less you know, the better.

Is this, um, too soon? Us doing
the whole sister routine?

Maybe, but... I like it.

We know as well as you do
that you've been seeing Daniel Stinger.

What is gonna happen to me?

Well, that all depends on you.

I need a friend.

Stinger: How do you think
your new friends would feel


if they found out who was really
behind the young Cameron anomaly?

Why would I ever leave this memory?

You never have to.

- Come here! Look at this.
- (beeping)

Kirsten: Ivy ran the anomaly on us.

She's the one who almost k*lled me.

(birds chirping)

I'm really glad you called.

- I could really use some sister time.
- Come in.

Linus! What are you doing...

I didn't expect to see you here.

Yeah. That's the whole point.

Okay. What's going on?

That's what we want to know.

What are you talking about?

We're talking about what
we found on your computer.

When were you on my laptop?

While you were out. Yoga.

Wait. You broke into my place?

Well, you broke
into Kirsten's mind, so...

- Kirsten?
- We know you're the anomaly, Ivy.

We found your D model of Cameron.

You trapped me in that
memory, not Stinger.

- Let me explain.
- Cameron: Explain what?

How you locked your sister
in a coma for three days?

- How you almost k*lled her?
- I helped wake you up!

That was only after we called you.

What if we hadn't brought you in?

Why did you do it?

Because...

you made our father leave me...

again.

He told me that we were
all going to be together.

A family.

So, I believed him.

When you called
the NSA on him, and he left,

and I was so upset,

I took over the avatar of young
Cameron that he created.

Wait. Hold on. You weren't
the anomaly the whole time?

No. Only the time
that Kirsten was trapped.

He was using that to make you trust him,

to bring you back to us!

We know you've been
in touch with Stinger.

- Are you working for him?
- No.

He showed up a few weeks ago,
and I kicked him out.

Wow. You just can't stop lying.

You really are your father's daughter.

- Linus.
- No. I'm done.

I'm out of here. No way.

(door closes)

You know all Linus ever did
was defend you, right?

And the really sad thing is,
is that you are...

totally incapable of knowing

how much you just hurt my best friend.

I do know.

One day soon...

this will all make sense.

You literally messed with my head.

I have spent every day since then

trying to make it up to you.

Doesn't that mean something?

No! Not if we can't trust you.

And we can't.

You stabbed me in the back, Ivy.

We're not friends.

We're definitely not sisters.

Just run on back to Stinger,
so we can be enemies.

At least be honest about that.

- Kirsten...
- No.

Go.

Go!

(sighs)

(theme song playing)

♪ Take me inside ♪

♪ Take me inside ♪

(door opens)

Well, Cameron usually briefs me

on what I've missed while I was gone.

Do you have something to add, Kirsten?

I could tell you something you missed,

but I guess Fisher already
told you that we have proof

that Ivy's been in contact with Stinger.

We're talking about
the surveillance photo.

Were you gonna tell us about it?

(sighs) Okay. Sit down, both of you.

I didn't say anything

because I didn't want you taking things

into your own hands.

But I suppose you already have.

- We talked to Ivy.
- (sighs) And?

We're not talking anymore.

She claims that she's not
working with Stinger,

- but we don't believe her.
- Did she say anything else?

About Stinger? No.

Then we will continue
to keep an eye on her.

I just hope you haven't
scared Stinger away.

You do remember that he is
the one that we are after?

We also have proof that Ivy

was the anomaly
that almost k*lled Kirsten.

- Not Stinger.
- Ivy?

We downloaded everything

on her laptop. It's all there.

I don't suppose you got a warrant

to search her laptop?

No?

This is exactly why

I didn't say anything about the picture.

Kirsten: No, Maggie.

This is exactly why you
need to talk to me more.

Ivy, Stinger, my mother...
they're my family.

They're not just NSA cases.

Yes, they are NSA cases.

But not only do you work for the NSA,

you work for me.

I tell you what you need
to know to do your job.

Yes, Maggie. I do work for you.

Cameron, Camille, Linus, and I,

we put our lives on the line

every single day.

Now, I want something in return.

"Quid pro quo, Clarice."

It's from Silence of the Lambs.

Okay, Kirsten. What do you want?

Tell me where the NSA moved my mother.

- I can't do that.
- If you can't tell me,

I won't do another stitch.

Kirsten, the only way
to save your mother

is to keep mapping the brain.

To do that, you have to keep stitching.

I need to see for myself
that she's still alive.

- Kirsten...
- Otherwise, there's no point.

- Kirsten, I...
- No.

No mom, no stitch.

Cameron, will you please
talk some sense into her?

I'm sorry, Maggie. I can't do that.

Kirsten's my priority, not you.

Not the NSA.

If you know where Jacqueline
is, you gotta tell her.

- Kirsten, hey.
- No! I have had it with this place.

- I know.
- I am so angry.

- I can see that.
- Maggie won't talk to me.

My sister betrayed me, and... and you...

- Whoa, whoa. Me what?
- I'm so pissed off!

God, we can't be together.

Cameron, this... this isn't a life.

What kinda life is this?

Hey, hey, look, Kirsten. Look at me.

As long as we're together,
you are my life.

If you don't want to stitch,
then I don't want you stitching.

If you want to leave, then
I'm leaving with you, okay?

Okay. Thank you.

Yes. Come here.

Guys, a case just came in.

Maggie, I just told you...

And I heard you.

Help me solve this case,
and when we're done...

I'll tell you what you want to know.

Victim is Leslie Addams.

s, highly competitive
pro-volleyball player.

Leslie d*ed last night
of a s*ab wound to the back.

Her body was found
this morning on the beach

where she was supposed
to play a $ , tournament.

Oh, I guess someone did not want
her taking that money home.

- How many teams compete?
- two-person teams.

Leslie's teammate, Monica Chamberlain.

Also s, also highly competitive.

While they were a powerhouse
on the court,

off court, Leslie and Monica had
some very public disagreements.

They were even charged with
creating a public disturbance,

landing them in court, which
they settled out of court.

Maggie: The police have
cleared Monica as a suspect.

Leslie's death disqualifies
her from competing,

so besides clearly not
benefiting from Leslie's death,

she also has a solid alibi.

Monica was papped
at a pre-tournament party

at the time of Leslie's death.

- So, is there any other suspects?
- Not yet.

But hopefully the stitch
will get us some answers.

(equipment humming)

(pop music playing)

(crowd cheering)

I'm at the tournament.

Leslie and Monica
are playing another team.

The crowd loves them.

Does Leslie see anyone who
looks like they might hate her?

Want to hurt her?

Mm, nope. I'd say everyone's
totally Team Leslie here.

- Okay, that was weird.
- What?

I just got a flash of a woman

in a changing area with a needle.

I couldn't see her face, but she
was wearing the same uniform

as Leslie and Monica.

- dr*gs?
- Steroids?

I'll see if I can find that
memory, and we'll focus on it.

Okay. I'm at a press event
for the tournament.

Monica's giving an interview.

Uh, both Leslie and I
have worked really hard

to hone our own set of skills

that really complement each other.

Uh, but I think it really comes
down to teamwork and determination.

That's just really the key for us.

And having your teammate
carry you doesn't hurt either.

Monica let a few slip by the baseline,

but I feel like I brought my A-game.

Leslie's kind of a bitch.

She didn't just steal
Monica's thunder...

she totally destroyed her.

Textbook 'roid rage. $ says
Leslie's the one sh**ting up.

I'll take that bet.

Okay, I am locked on
to the steroid memory.

All right, moving you back
to the steroid memory, baller.

- (seagulls cawing)
- Okay, I'm here.

Monica. She's the one using.

- That'll be $ .
- Put it on my tab.

I know it's hard keeping up,
but steroids, Monica? Really?

Just lay off.

If you get caught juicing,
we'll both be disqualified.

For once, Leslie,
keep your big mouth shut.

- Or I...
- Or what?

Kirsten: Pretty sure Monica
just threatened Leslie's life.

Sounds like motive to me.
Okay, we're running out of time.

Moving you to the death memory.

Okay. Leslie's alone.

She's on the beach.

Wait. Someone's coming.

It's a guy, s, beard.

I haven't seen him
in any of her other memories.

Oh, hey.

He seems nervous, on edge.

- Stalker.
- Crazed fan?

- I don't think she knows him.
- Are you Leslie Addams?

Kirsten: He wants a picture.

I called it. That's a fan. I would know.

Wait, not a picture.
He's recording video.

The window's open
to a browser with a logo on it.

It's a green pepper, I think.

I'm kind of in the middle
of mentally preparing

- for tomorrow's tournament, so...
- I'm sorry.

Oh my God.

Kirsten: He just pulled a Kn*fe.

He's pointing the Kn*fe
and his phone at her.

(Leslie panting)

Okay, Kirsten, time to make the bounce.

- (beeping rapidly)
- (Kn*fe thunks)

(humming stops)

Leslie ran, so I didn't see him
k*ll her, but I'm sure he did.

So our suspect is a k*ller hipster

who literally stabbed a
volleyball player in the back?

Linus: He sh*t a video while he did it.

That takes extreme sports
to a whole new extreme.

Kirsten, is this the logo
you saw on his phone?

Kirsten: Yeah, that's it.

It signifies a browser
configured for TOR.

- That's not good.
- The darknet is always bad news.

It's a hub for any and every
illegal online activity.

So he wasn't just saving a sick
and twisted video for himself...

He used the darknet
to livestream her m*rder.

So it isn't enough to just k*ll people?

Now you got a live feed?

You would if you had
a paying audience...

or you wanted proof of purchase.

Like some kinda thrill-k*ll club?

"k*ll" being the operative word.
It is the darknet.

The Silk Road marketplace.

Online flea market of sorts

for drug dealers, dirtbags, you name it.

But I thought they busted that
guy, shut the whole thing down.

The Silk Road Marketplace was just one.

There's thousands. It's the same idea,

where everything and anything is sold.

dr*gs, people, K*llers for hire.

Camille: It's Amazon for scumbags.

And it's completely untraceable.

I mean, that's the whole point
of the darknet.

Payments are made in cryptocurrency...
bitcoins, altcoins...

also untraceable.

Okay, so let's say I want someone dead.

On the darknet, k*ller and
contractor never have to meet?

That's dark.

Yeah, well, that's how it
worked when I was in the field.

Now it's all digital.

That so? Go on.

"C'thulu - Former Soldiers
of the French Foreign Legion."

"White Wolves Professional"...
they're all paramilitary.

All professional contract K*llers

well-known to the NSA.

So we're thinking somebody paid one
of these mercs to k*ll Leslie?

Kirsten: I don't know.

Hipster Guy was far from
paramilitary or professional.

I mean, he was so nervous,

he could hardly hold the Kn*fe steady.

- The Kn*fe.
- What about it?

It had a distinctive look.
It was, sort of, um...

round, thin at the base.

Round? Like a pizza slicer?

No. More oval.

Uh, pointed at the end. It was almost...

Weighted, thin base, oval blade.

- (beeps)
- Throwing Kn*fe.

Kirsten: That's it.

That seems a bit inefficient.

Not if that's what he was told to use.

Try to make a point.

Mm, and if you wanted to make a point...

You'd make sure you saw
said point being made.

So, whoever Hipster
streamed the video to

could have told him to use that Kn*fe.

Well, there's always Option B.

Maybe throwing knives is just, you know,

just his hipster thing.

Like craft beardwax?

Brewing your own kombucha?

Exactly... I think.

Okay. Either way,
contract k*ller's what we got

until we get something better.

Camille, Linus, darknet. Live in it.

Look for video chatter.

Anything that resembles Leslie's death.

You two, talk to Monica.
Find out what she knows.

My office. I have something
I need you to follow-up on.

What?

Just making sure
I'm not standing on plastic.

Just a little "My boss is a
former k*ller for the CIA" humor.

- You finished?
- I am.

The team. They cut out Ivy.

Apparently, she was behind the anomaly

that trapped Kirsten
in that memory loop.

- I thought that was Stinger.
- I did too.

Think she's playing us?

Hard to say.

Maybe it's time we bring Kirsten
and Cameron up to speed.

I can't do that.

How long you gonna
keep them at arm's length?

This may be your best and only sh*t

at actually stopping Daniel Stinger.

Use all your resources.

- They're not kids, Maggie.
- (sighs)

It is too dangerous.

Keeping this team safe is one of the few

really good things
that I have done in my life,

and I am not going to compromise it,

not even to get Stinger.

I get it.

And you're not alone in this, okay?

I know.

The truth is I haven't felt alone
since you joined the team.

None of this works
without you. I mean that.

Come on.

Any LAPD detective could do my job.

Come on, Quincy, you know
you're more than just a job.

The team, they look to you.
They need you.

They do, do they?

(phone rings)

- I should take this.
- Of course.

How's our nation's capitol?

Stephanie: Like LA, just...

cold six months out of the year.

Hopefully, I'll have someone
warm next to me soon.

(sighs)

I'll let you know soon. I promise.

Quincy, are we trying
to make this work or not?

We are.

I just need some time
to figure things out on my end.

- Okay?
- Okay.

- I'll call you tomorrow.
- Okay.

(beeps)

♪ You know it feels so good ♪

Monica: All right.
Go ahead, serve it up.

Oh, oh, oh, oh

Oh, oh, oh

Up, up, up, up, up.

♪ You know it feels so good ♪

Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

Oh, oh, oh, oh

You know it feels so good

Monica: All right. Thanks, everybody.

I'll be making my decision soon.

Cameron: Practice?

Try-outs.

For Leslie's replacement?
That's kind of fast, yeah?

Sorry. Who... who are you?

Agent Clark and Goodkin, NSA.

So, as I was saying,

it's a little bit soon to be looking

for a replacement for Leslie.

If she was my spouse, maybe,

but being a pro-athlete is a business...

a business that doesn't stop
even when we lose somebody.

And Leslie was my teammate,
not my friend.

All right, so let's talk
stalkers and steroids.

If you're asking if I'm doing
steroids, no, I'm not.

And as far as a stalker
k*lling Leslie...

your guess is as good as mine.

Recall anyone following her?

Uh, lingering around your matches?

Hipster guy, beard?

You just described like %
of the guys in LA.

But no.

No one that stands out in my mind.

- Cameron: Mmm.
- I know what you guys are thinking.

I should probably be more broken up

about Leslie being dead,

but... I'm not.

And that doesn't mean I k*lled her.

I just don't...
I don't care all that much.

I gotta go. Are we... we're done?

- For now.
- Cool.

Guess people deal with grief
in different ways.

You think she's innocent?

Of being a nihilistic ass, no.

- (phone ringing)
- Being a m*rder*r, not sure.

What's up, Maggie?

Okay, we'll be there.

A second body just came in.

(whirring)

Tim Carson, 's.

Talent agent found
sh*t to death in a parking lot.

What's the connection to Leslie?

There isn't one.
Not a detectable one anyway.

Two separate cases at the same time?

- That's weird.
- Ha. Wait 'til you see the darknet.

I'll pass.

If we only knew who picked our cases,

we wouldn't have to stand
around here wondering.

We could call and find out.

I'm not having that conversation again.
Do your job.

Stitch in, and let's see
what we can find out.

Remember our deal.

- When this is over...
- Yes, your mother.

I haven't forgotten.

(equipment humming)

What are you seeing, K?

Carson's standing in front of me.

(car honks)

He's looking at his phone.

His bank accounts
are all in the negative.

He's not alone anymore.

You know I'm good for it.

- I wasn't ducking...
- You don't answer my calls for a week.

Then you call me to come here?

You think I got a problem
with kicking your ass in public?

This bet was a lock.
They should have covered...

Shut up... or pay up.

What's going on?

Carson's getting worked
over by the thug.

He... he owes him money, gambling debt.

Okay, new memory coming in hot.

On the road, K.

You think you can just walk away?

Make yourself disappear
like one of your magic tricks?

I own you!

Carson's talking to a
client of his, a magician.

No one knew who Heretic was
before you came to me.

The magician's name is Heretic.

On it.

He seems nervous, on edge.

Actually, he seems kinda familiar.

Oh my God.

It's him. It's the guy
that k*lled Leslie.

Are you sure?

No one knows who I am now.

Let me out of my contract, or I swear...

Yep. He's got another throwing Kn*fe.

He's threatening Carson.

Is this the death memory?

No.

Oh, grow up.

You signed a contract.

Like it or not, I'm your manager.

thr*aten me again, I'll make
sure your career vanishes...

before your very eyes.

Death memory coming up.

Okay. Here we go, K.

Carson's in a parking lot.

He's walking to his car.

seconds.

It's going down, K.

There's no k*ller here.

- Unless...
- Unless what?

Um, there's a suburban average Joe type

getting out of a SUV.

Excuse me.

I'm... I'm... I'm looking for the, uh...

He's talking to Carson,
asking for directions.

Carson doesn't know him.

- Ten seconds.
- Time to go.

Wait, wait, wait. There's a...

there's a bumper sticker on the SUV.

It says "My kid is an A+ student
at Acton Middle School."

(cocks)

(g*nsh*t)

(rapid beeping)

So, what is the connection

between our two unconnected victims?

And the connection
between their K*llers.

Or the connection between all of 'em.

A volleyball player who threatens

to out her teammate for using steroids

and gets stabbed to death by a magician.

That same magician
wants to drop his manager

who gets k*lled by a soccer dad.

In both cases,
someone wanted someone dead,

but someone else did the k*lling.

And they all broadcast it
live on their phones.

Could be a k*ll competition.

m*rder for sport?

Maggie: Camille, any luck
with our latest k*ller?

Well, I don't normally
speak suburbanite,

but that bumper sticker
was unbelievably specific.

I crossed it with Kirsten's
description of the SUV

and got a name and address
for a Patrick Richmond.

Alright, good work.
Okay, Kirsten, Cameron,

come with me to pick up
Patrick Richmond.

Fisher, you and Camille
get the magician.

We'll work our magic.

Keep digging into the darknet.

Consider it done.

Fisher: Man, I love old theaters.

Heck, I like even magic show.

And the improbable "Fisher
Likes" list continues to grow.

You know how they cut a woman in half?

Pair her up with a man.

(exhales)

Ahh. Heretic, I presume.

- Hey.
- I'm Detective Fisher, LAPD.

This is Agent Engelson of the NSA.

We'd like to ask you a few questions.

Questions?

Magicians don't give away their secrets.

Maybe for us you can make an exception.

We'd like to talk to you about
Tim Carson and Leslie Addams.

Look, I didn't like Carson very much,

but I didn't k*ll him.

Same goes with Leslie Addams.

Hmm! I guess it would
make sense that you would, uh,

know your manager was m*rder*d,

but how'd you know Leslie was too?

I just assumed the way that you...

linked her together with Carson.

(grunts)

Ah! Don't! Don't!

I can throw faster than you can draw,

and this time
I will not miss on purpose.

Alright, take it easy.

You know, you're only making
things worse for yourself.

You don't know the players
in this game, man.

They're worse than anything
that you can do to me.

(grunts)

- (grunts)
- God! (screams)

Worse than that?

- (moaning)
- (applause)

It's all in the reflexes.

The moments we wish

we could disappear from, right, buddy?

He tried to k*ll us with the
same type of throwing Kn*fe

he used on Leslie.


Okay. So, we know
who k*lled Leslie and how,

- but...
- But we don't know why.

Exactly.

We brought this guy,
Patrick Richmond, in.

s, no police record.

Never even been arrested.

Unlikely contract k*ller.

Maybe. The guy's been unemployed,

and he's been fighting a long
custody battle with his ex-wife

over their two young kids.
Maybe that could lead to m*rder?

Of his wife, maybe,
but a stranger? Mm-mm.

Well, she remarried some guy
with deep pockets,

and they just filed
for full custody out of state.

Patrick's been spending
all his time and money

on lawyers fighting
to get his kids back.

So, he needs money.

Well, maybe he's willing to k*ll for it.

All right, we're on our way to the lab.

Linus: Look what you did, Patrick.

You m*rder*d Tim Carson.

I-I didn't do that.

I-I don't even know this guy.

That's what we can't figure out.

Why would you k*ll a stranger?

I'm no k*ller.

Your SUV was seen at the crime.

And they swabbed your hands
for g*nsh*t residue.

Those test results
are coming back real soon.

Kirsten: Look, we know your
custody fight has been difficult.

You're a loving father whose daughters
are about to be taken away.

I know what that
can do to a little girl.

I thought I could do this
as long as I didn't know them.

- What do you mean "them"?
- Oh, I must be out of my g*dd*mn mind.

What did you do, Patrick?

Ah, I...

signed up for this website... All In.

I mean, you... you hear
about sites like this existing,

but you... you don't think
it's real until it's...

there it is,

as real as it gets, right
there in front of your face.

Okay. Hold on. What's All In?

It's a criss-cross m*rder business

for people who can't afford a...

Hit man.

You have someone you want k*lled, so...

you agree to m*rder a complete stranger

who someone else wants k*lled,

and... and... and
they k*ll someone else.

It's like a twisted "Pay It Forward."

There's no backing out.

If you don't complete the contract,

All In sends a compliance officer.

The penalty is death.

Look, I like corporate structure
as much as the next guy,

but a compliance officer?

That's what he's called.

And that's why
you have to livestream it?

Prove that you completed the assignment.

Okay, well, if you k*ll Carson,

then who did you want...

Your ex-wife.

Cameron: Right. That was Maggie.

They just arrested Monica,
the pro-volleyball player,

right before she tried to hit
Patrick's wife with her car.

Monica got the contract on her.

Then we've officially come full circle.

That should put a stop to this
strange daisy chain anyway.

Although stopping the chain
won't stop the problem.

- The problem being All In.
- Oh, we know all about it.

Heretic had the All In app on his phone.

- The app?
- Camille: Mmm.

And how's this for Web .OMG?

I think I know how we stop All In.

- We sign up.
- Excuse me?

Well, it's an idea.

Glad you like it.

So to sign up, put in our name,

and then the name and details

of the person that we want k*lled.

Then I assume in return you're sent

the name and particulars of the person

you're supposed to k*ll within
a specific period of time.

Exactly. So if we go all in on All In,

we should be assigned someone to m*rder.

But then we refuse
to go through with the hit?

And then we sit back and wait

for the compliance officer to come.

Exactly. We capture that scumbag,

bring him in for questioning.

If we can get them to talk,

we could follow that lead
all the way up to the top.

- Nope. I don't like it.
- Me neither. It's too risky.

- Linus: Oh, come on!
- No.

Okay. Yeah. It was just an idea.

- Pretty good one, but...
- (beeps)

Uh-oh.

Linus, what'd you do?

You signed up?

No.

I signed Camille up.

_

I cannot believe

you signed me up to be a hitman.

- Hitwoman.
- Whatever.

I was simulating. Not doing.

We were discussing
hypothetically signing up.

I filled in your name
for demonstration purposes.

Why me?

- I thought you said it was a good idea.
- Not that part.

It must have been
an a*t*matic registration.

As soon as you enter the last field,

it must have registered you without
having to hit a submit button.

Well, that's how they
drag people into the program.

Okay, so who is Camille
supposed to k*ll?

Oh, good. An LA County judge.

Fisher: Okay, who did you say
you wanted Camille to k*ll?

Uh, good thing is I put
my name down for that.

Oh, well, at this moment, very accurate.

Yes, Maggie.

Seriously, thank you.

Uh, I mean, maybe
after this is all over,

I could take you out to dinner, and...

Okay.

She hung up.

She picked up the judge.
She's under protective custody.

She's a total trooper. She was
grateful for the heads up

that she was on the
wrong end of a k*ll list.

(sighs)

I guess now we just wait
for All In to call and...

You signed me up to be a k*ller.

You signed yourself up to be k*lled.

The NSA already pulled
the plug on the All In site.

Besides, you and I
are in a government facility

protected by a SWAT team

stories underneath
a Chinese restaurant.

We're gonna be fine...

as long as we don't order
the moo goo gai pan.

That supposed to make me feel better?

(ringing)

Do you think it's...?

'Bout to find out.

- Ready.
- (beeps)

Hello?

(distorted voice)
Is this Camille Engelson?


Yes.

This is customer service for All In.

We'd like to thank you
for your business.


Oh my God!

You guys! I'm so glad you called.

I totally signed up by mistake.

Thought you were a poker website.

I don't want anyone k*lled,

and I'm not a k*ller! (chuckles) So...

(groans) sorry?

That's a problem.

Per the terms of our agreement,

the penalty for reneging
on your contract is death.


You know that's a little harsh, right?

Cable just cancels your subscription.

Our terms are very clear.

Well, then, I guess...

you should probably come down
and k*ll me then.

We never said it was your death.

- (phone hangs up)
- (disconnected line)

No. Wait, wait, wait, wait.

Did you get a location?

No.

Start calling everyone.

(phones ringing)

- (phone vibrating)
- ♪ Working all alone ♪

Kirsten: How can I lay low

when my friends are in danger?

♪ Want it over ♪

They're surrounded by guards
on lockdown. They'll be fine.

(knocking)

- I'll get that.
- Mm-hmm.

♪ What do you wanna do? ♪

♪ I wanna be together ♪

♪ What do you wanna do? ♪

Yeah, hey, man, we didn't order a pizza.

♪ I wanna be... ♪

- (crinkling)
- (ominous music plays)

It's the right address!
The right address.

Uh, extra cheese, large pepperoni?

- Uh...
- I ordered it.

- Thank you.
- Thank you!

What? You know I eat when I'm nervous.

- (cars honk)
- (ominous music plays)

(clattering)

Thanks, man.

It's gonna be great tonight.

Are you Detective Quincy Fisher?

Who's asking?

I'm Kate Ronan.

The person behind All In.

And I surrender.

(door opens)

Special furniture just for you.

Kate Ronan.

It's been a long time, Maggie.

Twelve years off grid.

And now here you are.

What's the deal with Detective Fisher?

He's dreamy.

He's right outside the door,
so don't try anything.

So, how'd you know
to turn yourself in to him?

Once I knew NSA was on to me,
I did some checking.

I still know people who know people.

Maybe I should warn him

about what happens
to people who work with you?

What do you think?

- I think you haven't changed a bit.
- Aw.

But you have. From CIA Black Ops

to the NSA power player.

- You've been busy.
- And so have you.

Extortion, kidnapping.

m*rder.

And now this whole
contract-k*lling business.

Remember how lethal you used to be?

What I did, I did for my country.

Call it what you want.

You were just doing
other people's dirty work.

Is that why you started All In?

To tempt broken people into
doing each others' dirty work.

Maggie...

we both know that at some point,

everyone wants to get rid of someone.

Problem is, most people
don't have the money

or the power to make it happen.

All In just evens the playing field.

Your app was downloaded
hundreds of times.

If we hadn't stopped you,

a lot more people
would have been k*lled.

You almost got me k*lled once...

back when you and I
were rising stars in the CIA.

Remember?

Don't live in the past.
It's not healthy.

You were team leader.

You planned the mission.

They overtook our safe house.
We had to run.

You didn't make it to the pickup point,

so don't blame me, blame yourself.

I made it...

just in time to see you

and the rest of the team
get airlifted out.

I'm sorry, Kate.

You know you saw me from the chopper...

and you still left.

If I had waited and we were sh*t down,

it would have started
an international incident.

I knew you could take care of yourself.

You broke the cardinal rule, Maggie.

Never leave a team member behind.

I can't change the past.

Then at least have the decency
to be haunted by it.

Every day.

I always knew we'd meet again someday.

Well, welcome to someday.

What's up?

We worked together.

CIA. There was a mission...

Fisher: I don't need to know.

Look, you may have worked
with that woman in the past,

but you are nothing like her, Maggie.

I don't know, Quincy.

What... if we can't escape our past?

What if we are doomed
to repeating the same mistakes?

I don't believe that.

Our fate is our own.

Can mess up however we want.

(glass shatters)

Kate!

She has his g*n.

- (glass shatters)
- (klaxon blaring)

She can't get out.

(power dies)

How was she in the lab
long enough to cut the power?

She is exactly as smart as she looks.

(g*nf*re)

You okay?

Maggie: There's no way out, Kate!

Kate: I knew this was gonna
be a su1c1de mission,

but it'll be worth it
when I see you dead.

(whispers) Flank her.

Kate: You never should've
left me to die, Maggie.

Kate!

Put the g*n down.

Thanks for having my back.

(sighs)

Are you okay?

Recovering.

Kate was willing
to sacrifice her own life

out of sheer hatred for you.

Yes.

Because she trusted me
and I betrayed her.

I don't want the same thing
to happen with us, Kirsten.

Kind of a long sh*t.
I don't really like g*ns.

(chuckles)

Well, that's good to know.

But, regardless. We had a deal.
The case is over.

Your mother is in a secure facility.

I'm going to arrange
for you to see her, but...

- I need a few days.
- Why a few days?

It's for your mother's own safety.

I don't want to say more

other than to ask that you
trust me one last time.

A few days.

(pop music playing)

- (tapping microphone)
- (feedback)

Camille on P.A.: Hey, guys, um...

don't throw your drinks at me.

I'm just here to... to sing a
song about life and death...

and, uh...

the moments you realize...

who and what really matters.

(mellow guitar music playing)

♪ I couldn't move, I couldn't run away ♪

♪ Standing, staring
at a "don't walk" sign ♪

♪ These days I tell myself, "Be open" ♪

Why are you smiling?

Maggie is going to tell me
where my mother's been moved to.

- Huh.
- Why are you smiling?

What's that?

According to Linus,
a working oxytocin filter.

He did it.

♪ Yeah, I wait, wait ♪

♪ I wait, wait ♪

♪ Yeah, I wait, wait ♪

Till you

Until you find me

♪ Till you ♪

♪ Until you find me, yeah ♪

Like a magic cure

♪ That's always just an inch away ♪

From your fingertips

You know

Oh, you know

♪ Like the answers to questions ♪

Afraid to ask

♪ Or the moment of courage ♪

♪ You can't get back ♪

♪ You know ♪

♪ Oh, you know ♪

Till you

Until you find me

Oh

Till you

Until you find me, yeah

Yeah

Till you

Until you find me

♪ Till you ♪

♪ Until you find me ♪

- (song ends)
- (applause)

(people chattering)

I was surprised you called.

I'm glad you wanted to meet.

I'm afraid I have some bad news.

The NSA is going
to terminate Jacqueline.

(sighs)

The last time we spoke,

you didn't want anything to do with me.

What's different now?

Things have changed.

Kirsten and... Linus and...

the whole team.

They all hate me.

You're my only real family.

- I want to believe you.
- You can.

Then tell me this.

If they all hate you...

where'd you get your
information about Jacqueline?

I used Linus' NSA account
to hack into Maggie's emails.

You're the daughter I always wanted.
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