Stitchers

Previously on "Stitchers"

Maggie: Why did your father kill himself?

- He didn't. And he wasn't my father. - My name is Maggie Baptiste,

and I'm working on a project that needs

someone with your particular aptitude.

Welcome to the Stitchers program.

Has anyone ever done this before?

Her name's Marta. She couldn't handle it.

We work for a secret government agency

that hacks into the brains of corpses and reads their memories.

Get out of here before I tase both of you.

Polygraphs don't work on me. I fail them.

Because of this condition of yours.

I know you don't get relationships, like, at all.

What's your problem that makes it that you don't have any friends?

- Whose bed did I just wake up in? - Mine.

We've been asked to look into the death of a research scientist.

He and his partner developed the Stitchers technology.

His name was Ed Clark.

- Who was his partner? - Your father.

Why weren't you and your father close?

You're the detective. Detect.

I'm in.

- (Rock music playing) - (Distant siren wailing)

Where's my stuff? I thought you were kicking me out.

Yeah, you know,

about that... I was just mad.

I put it all back into your room.

Did you put everything back where you got it?

Don't be ridiculous. So, tell me,

did you guys stop the bomber?

Yeah, basically we prevented U.C. Santa Monica's library

from being turned into a crater.

Shut up.

I can't believe you get the dead to tell you stuff.

- When do you do it again? - Tomorrow.

Uh, what... what are you doing?

I feel bad about...

Just how I acted before,

accusing you of screwing up my project

and getting you put on academic suspension.

So I went ahead and cooked us

a let's-be-friends dinner.

I'm trying to say I'm sorry.

So this is what "sorry" looks like?

Yeah.

Seriously?

Okay.

And this is what "pissed off" looks like.

I want it on the record that I'm stitching you in under protest.

- You keep records? - Of course not. It's an expression.

Comm links.

We still don't know what happened to you last time you got stitched.

I touched something. I saw stuff.

- What's the big deal? - Yeah, stitch happens. (Snickers)

Okay, that never gets old. Right.

You're not supposed to be able to touch anything.

You're in someone else's memory. It's an intangible.

Oh, I'm sorry.

- Did I break your super-secret technology? - Maybe.

You should have seen the monitors in the lab that day.

They were going goofy all at the same time.

- Goofy? - Goofy, zany... who cares?

What I need to be able to understand is how you were able to make

physical contact with an intangible memory object

and why it put our computers' panties in a twist.

Panties in a twist? Is that the actual terminology

or just another expression?

That's actual terminology we use. We're men of science.

How much time do we have?

The sample's brain will degrade beyond viability in less than 48 hours.

The sample has a name... Ed Clark.

Right. Sorry.

Kirsten, I just want you to be safe.

You think that

because of what happened to the other stitcher...

- Marta. - Right, Marta.

You think that what happened to her could happen to me?

I don't know.

Okay.

Well, until you do, I'm going in.

Look, I didn't connect with Ed much, but he did raise me.

I need to find out how he died, for real.

I owe him that at least.

You sure you're ready for what you might see in there?

Let's find out.

Cameron: Stations, everyone.

Lights to 20%, please.

Mission clock is set to five minutes.

I'd like a go, no-go for stitch neurosync.

What the hell?

Ed can wait.

Something's come up.

Lisa Keller, age 18. Died last night

at a rave in Hollywood from a drug overdose.

What was the drug?

It's called Burundanga.

It comes from Colombia.

It's affectionately known as "the devil's breath"...

basically the scariest drug on the planet.

Linus.

At low dosages the drug acts as a disinhibitor.

It makes you do things that you normally wouldn't do.

But at high doses, the drug causes disorientation,

hallucinations, convulsions and, ultimately, death.

You stopped me from stitching into Ed's memory

for a drug investigation?

I'm sorry, is keeping a horrific drug

off the street not worthy of your time?

Ed's down to less than two days before his memories degrade.

This girl's memories have twice as long. Do the math.

This drug is new to L.A. if it hits the street in quantity,

we're looking at hundreds of kids dead or dying.

You see, I did do the math.

You got me to be part of this morbid confederation of yours

by telling me I would get the chance

to find out how Ed really died... murder or suicide.

And as long as there is time remaining, you will,

but after we find out where Lisa got the drugs.

Fine.

Well, are we gonna do this?

Date of birth... 13 June, 1991.

No driver's license, due to a medical condition of some kind.

Mother, dead. Father, unknown whereabouts.

There are big holes in her personal history.

Your point, Fisher?

There's something not right with Kirsten Clark.

The guy that everyone assumes is her father, who she's not close to,

is actually just a family friend who raised her.

And can you tell me why she has the protection

of some subdivision of a subdivision of the N.S.A.?

Let's say... and this is a big let's-say...

you're right. You know what my advice would be?

Let it go. Whatever your Kirsten Clark's up to,

it isn't L.A.P.D. And, for sure, it isn't you.

- Captain... - Lisa Keller.

O.D.'ed at a rave last night in Hollywood.

Open the investigation.

Her mother is a judge, so button this one down.

The Kirsten Clark thing...

let it go.

This is Detective Quincy Fisher, robbery/homicide.

How soon can I get the toxicology report

on that Hollywood O.D. from last night?

Yes, Lisa Keller.

What do you mean, you can't find her body?

I know it sounds like a big deal, but it's not.

You can't find a body. How is that not a big deal?

This is Los Angeles.

We get a lot of bodies in and out of here. It happens.

You never lose your car keys?

You did not just make that comparison, did you?

Definitely not Lisa Keller.

Nope.

Did you file a report?

Look, Detective, you're new here,

and I get that you want to do things right.

Just give me a day or two to figure out where the breakdown is.

I'll find your Lisa Keller.

Trust me, wherever she is right now,

she doesn't care.

I'm gonna go interview the rave promoter.

I'll be back in a few hours.

Find her body.

Will do.

We may have a problem.

Sample is online.

She's so young.

Let's get this done.

The sooner we do this,

the sooner I get into Ed. That's all.

Cameron: Stations, please.

Lights to 20%, please.

Atomic batteries to power. Turbines to speed.

Mission clock is set.

I need a go, no-go for stitch neurosync.

- Life-sci? - We are a go.

- Sub-bio? - Go.

- Engineering? - Go.

- Communications? - Yeah, we're a go.

- Medical? - Go.

Comm check. One, two, one, two.

- Can you hear me, tough guy? - Yes, I hear you.

Okay, we've mapped Lisa's memories as best we can.

As best we can? Is there a more accomplished team I should be working with?

She was on drugs. It's unclear

how that affects memory mapping.

- Should I be worried? - I'm not sure,

but you'll tell me in three, two, one.

Induce stitch neurosync!

- (Loud dance music playing) - (Distorted shouting)

Whoa.

Cameron: You okay? What do you see?

There are a lot of people here!

Let's... let's use our indoor voices, boomer.

You're the only one that can hear the music.

Okay, got it.

Explore your environment. Look around.

I can't...

I can't really focus my eyes.