Stitchers

Previously on Stitchers...

Will you marry me?

She said no. What's plan "B"?

Type your number in my phone,

and I'll give you a call when it comes in.

Is that what I am?

Your friend?

No, you're... my best friend.

You wanna get something to eat?

Uh, remember the boy in the red baseball hat?

The one I saw in Captain Mulaney's memory?

He must be connected to both cases.

- What are you doing here? - You don't like it?

Arrest me for breaking and entering.

You don't get to select our cases.

Then who does?

You?

What I really wanna do is find that son-of-a-bitch father of mine

and bring him to karmic justice.

Get Linus's stuff back to him now!

Who does she think she is?

I think I'm NSA, bitch.

Stop! I thought you just came to pick me up.

Fine.

Ooh!

Oh, stop. No, actually stop.

We have to get your stuff out of the van

and back up into your apartment.

The moving guys are meeting us in 20 minutes.

Moving is stupid.

I don't need to move, plus Cameron's cool.

Oh, I will miss his sheets.

That thread count was ridiculous.

I don't think Cameron really liked us on his bed.

As if Lord of the Purity Rings ever used it.

Oh, I wouldn't be so sure.

All right, you know what, we really should get going.

Excuse me, Linus,

are you keeping juicy goss from me?

Come on, you know how this goes. Bros before...

Check yourself. Spill.

Cameron met a girl.

- And? - Her name is Nina.

- And? - That is all I know.

Oh.

Except for the fact he was on the phone with her until

3:00 a.m. last night talking about Doctor Who.

David Tennant this, Tardis that, all night long.

I love my Time Lords as much as the next guy,

but I need eight hours of man sleep.

Sounds like an episode of Nerd Love.

Wait, does Kirsten know about Nina?

She does now.

I'll check on her.

I'm gonna wait outside.

Hey, roomie.

I already knew about Nina, so don't worry.

You know, I told Cameron not to wait around

while I figured out my feelings, so...

I can't be mad.

And I'm not.

Okay. Something's got you off-balance. What's going on?

My father had a first wife.

Elizabeth.

I found a cocktail napkin from their wedding in the garage.

Damn, you didn't know?

Nope, I had no idea.

Daddy was a player.

Hmm.

I mean, if I could find Elizabeth, she may know where my father is.

But she's just... She's so hard to locate.

You already tried hacking city records?

Yeah, I've tried everything.

Elizabeth Stinger is basically a ghost.

Well, true, but hunting ghosts is kind of what we do.

Go, go!

Oh, no.

Somebody call 9-1-1.

Stay here!

Her name is Sandy Abrams, 26.

She worked as a receptionist, but was an aspiring actress.

She fell to her death from the roof of her apartment building.

Murder? Suicide?

- Was there a note? - Yes.

So, suicide?

It wasn't that kind of note.

"This is his fault.

K.C."

We've confirmed that it is her handwriting.

Is there anyone in Sandy's life with the initials K.C.?

A preliminary background check came up with

no friends or relatives with that name or initials.

K.C., Kirsten Clark.

Or not.

You're just reading into things

'cause you're focused on finding your dad.

Well, how many K.C.'s are there

with a dead body addressed to them?

Camille has a point, which is why

we're not going to stitch into Sandy.

Why? It's the only way to know for sure

if this note was meant for me.

Okay, let's say for a moment that the note was meant for you.

How do we know that it's not an ambush of some kind?

We're going to stand down until I get further instructions from Blair.

And how long is that gonna take? We could lose the window to stitch.

As long as it takes. He's aware of the situation.

But I have discovered

that Mitchell Blair moves at his own pace.

Look, the note says this is "his" fault.

What if that means my father?

We won't know if we don't stitch in.

That is a leap, and I'm not going to put you in danger.

We hold.

That's two.

Four.

And you're done.

- Ha ha! - Nice job.

- Thank you. - Good job.

Camille?

Liam? Oh, my god!

Hi. What the hell? What are you doing here?

Same as you, I imagine.

Yeah. Duh, I just meant, uh...

what are you doing in Los Angeles?

I thought you'd be living in Europe by now.

Ah, that was the plan,

then a teaching gig came up.

I guess I wasn't really ready to leave.

Uh-huh.

Does Kirsten know you're here?

I'd rather she not know.

I'm still sorting out some stuff.

How is she?

Um...

The truth is...

she has totally moved on.

Totally?

As in completely.

She ever say anything?

About you?

No, bud, I mean completely completely.

Wow. Well...

suppose I shouldn't be surprised.

That's much like her, not much affected by things.

Yeah, she's...

gotten a lot better about that recently.

She's kind of a different person.

Really?

But not so different that she's interested in you.

Thank you.

- For? - For not giving me false hope.

Oh, well...

Would you like to get together sometime?

Oh, can we get some water for this man's thirst?

- I'm... No, I... - Anybody? You guys know.

I'm talking take down techniques and hammer fists only.

We do belong to the same gym now, apparently.

Sparring partners?

Something like that.

I don't know, man.

You and Kirsten, that's...

"Completely completely" not happening.

Besides, it's just conversation and Krav Maga.

"Krav Maga"?

That's a lot.

- _ - So, what do you think?

Um...

Sure. I... I gotta go.

Can I get your number?

Give me your phone.

Hmm, hmm, hmm.

Uh, where were you?

Trying to get a workout in.

What? What's the emergency?

Veronica Mars here wants to stitch into Sandy.

Maggie gave the go-ahead?

Okay, then we're going behind Maggie's back.

Intriguing, tell me more.

I can't stop thinking about that note.

What if it was meant for me?

Look, I know you're focusing on finding your father,

but honestly, it sounds like a stretch, Stretch.

Not all roads lead to Daniel Stinger.

Yeah, but what if this one does?

What if... What if we look back

and it turns out to have been the key to finding him

and I just... sat around and did nothing?

I mean, come on, guys.

I cannot do this alone. I really need...

Stop. Okay, just stop.

You had him at "hello."

First of all, she didn't. Second, nice reference.

Third...

Okay, you have me now.

I'm in.

Makes two of us.

I... hate...

peer pressure... because...

I always cave.