"Previously, on Stitchers..." "Kirsten:" "It's foggy." "Ayo:" "Her oxytocin levels are rising in response to what she's seeing in the stitch." "Camille:" "What was up with you in the lab yesterday, your hands were shakin' pretty good." "I'm just trying to be a good scientist." "Good scientist or worried boyfriend?" " I'm looking for the M.E." " Amanda Weston." "You fully coulda told me that on the phone." "I know." "But then you wouldn't be here drinking whiskey with me." "I don't know." "It takes me a minute to trust people." "Everyone deserves to be trusted until proven otherwise." "What are you doin' later, do you wanna hang out, maybe?" "It is a rolling cipher!" " Ha!" "We did it!" " You did it!" "Linus:" "You really have a super power." "Everyone deserves to be trusted until proven otherwise?" "I need to appoint someone to take on my responsibilities in the lab, and the only person that I think is capable is Cameron." " Why Cameron?" " "Everyone deserves to be trusted"?" "That is a bad policy." " It won't bite." " What?" " Maggie's chair." " Oh." "I know." "I'm just used to seeing her in the chair." "Sitting." "Glaring." "Come here." "(exhales)" " Ooh." " How's it feel?" " Oh, this is nice." " (laughs)" "Oh, yeah, it's got that back support." " Oh..." " (laughs)" "Ahh." "Oh gosh, I could get used to this." "Oh, yeah?" "Well, let me see." "Mm... yeah, you're right, it's very comfortable." "Hey, I wanted to thank you for taking me to your mom." "You didn't have to." "I know, but I'm glad I did." "I just..." "I didn't..." "I didn't feel right about keeping that from you." " And also..." " What?" "It kinda felt like I was taking you to meet her for the first time." "No, I liked meeting her." "She's a good listener." " What, too soon?" " Yeah, a little." " Oh, you wanna get some coffee?" " Sure." "Always." "I know where Maggie keeps her secret stash." "Really?" "I'm coming." "" "(theme music playing)" "♪ Take me inside ♪" "♪ Take me inside ♪" " (phone chirps)" " God, please text more quietly." "What's with you?" "Number one, nothing, number two, stop shouting." "Mm." "There you are." "Where were you last night?" "Out." "Well, you look like hell." "Well, your voice is like fingernails made of broken glass dragging across a blackboard made of more broken glass." " Mmm." " She's hungover." "I resent the implication." "You texting Ivy?" "Ivy?" "Ohh, did I know you guys were a thing?" "Uh, we're just texting." "Awesome." "Let me see that real quick." " "Hey, Ivy, Camille here." - (texting)" ""Just wanted to let you know that Maggie bitch-slapped me for saying I trusted you."" "Thanks!" "Good." "You're just kidding." "Just about the text." "Please tell me" "I didn't violate my own judgment and lose a potentially career-changing promotion just so you could date the new brunette?" "That's not okay." "We're not okay." "(clears throat)" "Cameron:" "Just got the call." "New case." "Victim's name is "Mark Broden."" "Camille?" "Don't look at me." "I didn't kill him." "Well, I know, but this is the time where you do that thing with the thing, you know, you..." "you run down the case for us." "You mean, when Maggie's in charge, and she gives me the case file ahead of time, so I have a chance to review it and prepare first?" "So... sucks to be you." "(clears throat)" "Fine." "Uh, here's what we know about, uh..." "Mr. Broden." "He is 43." "Dead." "Obviously." "Uh, there's a, uh, there's a picture" " here..." " Are you connected to the system?" "Yes!" "Camille:" "Hm." "Mm." "Well, he's a handsome, sideways fellow." "Yeah, moment." "Oh, God." "Give me that." "Do I have to do everything around here?" "Sit down, before you break something." "(sighs) Broden." "Ehh, shot to death." "In his Beverly Hills penthouse." "Most likely in his sleep." "No sign of struggle." "No sign of forced entry." "The cops came when he didn't show up for work or answer his cell." " What did he do?" " Divorce lawyer who was..." "Heh, hashtag irony, was in the middle of his own divorce from Barbara Broden, fashion model." "So the ex was a suspect." "Anyone else want him dead?" "Only about half the people on the cases he handled." "Hm." "Looks like he represented a lot of high-powered politicians, so we should consider that his death might've been politically motivated." "So, is that it, or...?" "Considering the three seconds you gave me to prepare?" "Yes... boss." "Uh, okay, I think we should get ready to stitch." "Let's make this a quiet stitch, shall we?" "Hey." "Thanks for making me look like an idiot in there." "Oh... you didn't need me for that." "Look, I didn't ask Maggie for this, all right?" "I know you want the job, but you didn't get it." "So let it go." "And then maybe you and I could work together and figure out whoever killed this guy... okay?" "Whoo." "Nice speech." "Am I dismissed?" "Mm." " Hey." " Uh, please don't tell me you're worried about me stitching." "There are things that've been happening in the stitches that, yes, worry me." "Can you just... go play with your mice." "Let me do what I do." "Hey!" "Look, regardless of us, I'm in charge here, so I don't like what I see, I'm gonna call the bounce." "(quietly) I could use some support right now, okay?" "Not attitude." "Cameron:" "Lights to 20 percent, please." "I need a go, no-go for stitch neurosync." "Life-Sci?" " Go." " Sub-Bio?" " Go." " Engineering?" " Go." " Communications?" " Go." " Medical?" " Go." " Com check, one two, one two." "A full and supportive go." "And..." "I'm sorry about before." "Thanks for that." "All right, let's button this up like a Hollywood pre-nup." "Induce stitch neurosync on my mark." "In three, two, one, mark!" "How long have you been screwing her for, Mark?" " It's not like that." " Don't you lie to me!" "Kirsten:" "I'm in Broden's apartment." "He and his wife are arguing, she's accusing him of having an affair." "How long have you been screwing her for, Mark?" "I consulted with her, but I did it for you!" "You did her, for you!" "I swear... give me a divorce, or I'm gonna kill you." "She just threatened to kill him if he didn't give her the divorce." " You're overreacting." " Look at me, Mark, look at me, Mark!" "Okay, same place, different argument." " With his wife?" " No, different woman." "Her face is wrapped in bandages." " Beat up?" "Accident?" " The Mummy?" "1932, 1999 or 2017?" "'32." "Of course." "Uh, boys?" "You met someone new, didn't you?" " No." " Didn't you?" "She's accusing him of cheating on her, too." "He was a divorce lawyer." "Fifty percent of everyone he worked with wanted to kill him a hundred percent of the time." "I'm still at Broden's apartment." "He is with yet another woman." "I'm getting a patchy neurosync again, just like last time." "Heart rate and respiration are increasing." "Kirsten, what's goin' on in there?" "This is exactly what happened last time." "Yeah, it is." "Broden's memory record shows his brain flooded with oxytocin." "Ah!" "The love hormone." "That's my favorite hormone." "No, wait." "It's estrogen." "Princess, you okay?" "Yeah." "Just, uh..." " Boss?" " I think she should bounce." "I heard that." "No, I'm good." "Just trust me." "Okay, who's the woman Broden's with?" "I don't know, but there's..." "There's something about her, it's like... he thinks she's perfect." "All right, I'm moving you to the death memory." "I'm having trouble breathing." "Broden's in bed with Miss Perfect." "He can't breathe." "Death memory in 40 seconds." "Ayo:" "Respiration is struggling." "(trying to breathe)" "Let me help." "You know you can't help me." "Oxygen levels are critical." "Cameron:" "Kirsten, I want you to bounce." "I haven't seen... shooter." "Move her." "Move her closer to the death memory." " She'll get there in 30 seconds." " She doesn't have 30 seconds." "Linus, do it!" "(keys tapping)" "(struggling to breathe)" "Death memory in two seconds." "(gasp)" "Total respiratory failure!" "Kirsten, make the bounce!" "(gasping for air)" "Relax, relax." "Breathe." "Breathe." "(sighs)" "Hey, you okay?" "Yeah." "I'm fine." "Cameron, are you okay?" "Yeah, yeah, I'm fine." "Did you see who shot Broden?" "Broden died of asphyxiation." "Wait." "What?" "He died and then he was shot?" "Someone must really hate this guy." "Unless they didn't know he was dead when they shot him." "So who did it?" "The ex?" "The Mummy?" "Miss Perfect?" "Or all or none of the above." "Find anything more on Broden?" "He was a pit bull." "Real workaholic, impressive string of wins." "Left a lotta angry ex-spouses out there." "None more so than his own." "Are divorce records public?" "Not his, was a closed proceeding." "If he was having an affair, the only ones who knew about it were Broden and his mistress." "Oh, mistresses." "The M.E.'s still working up the tox screen, meanwhile, detectives found a 9mm at the ex-wife's apartment." "They're running ballistics now to see if it matches that bullet from Broden's body." "Which didn't kill him." "Which someone still shot him with." "Mm." "What?" "Say something managerial." "Let's bring in the ex, see what she has to say." " Atta boy." " Oh, was that so hard?" " (elevator dings)" " Camille, wait." "(sighs) I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "I'm just really goin' through it here." "Me, too." "That's why I want you to pilot the next stitch." "Does this have anything to do with your shakes?" "Just do it." "I was never good enough for Mark." "Can you believe that?" "Kept trying to... improve me." "Turn me into what he thought I should be." "My clothes." "My hair." "My makeup." "I even got a boob job." "For him." "Look at these!" "They ruined my modeling career." "Yeah." "You can stop looking now." "Yeah. (Clears throat)" "My clothes don't hang right anymore." "I haven't booked work in two years." "I know I did it to myself." "But I really thought it would make Mark happy." "And do you know the thanks I got?" "He started shtupping the plastic surgeon." "Miss Broden, security video places you at your husband's home the night of his death." " And?" " And... we found a gun at your place, the same caliber as the gun that shot your husband." "Are you saying I killed him?" "What we're saying is that we're running ballistics on your gun right now, and if the results are a match, and then you decide to confess, well, the judge will look at that like you were hiding the truth" "until you were trapped." "She still had a key to the apartment, so she let herself in, found him alone in bed, went right up to him and... popped him." "Did she say if he was asleep?" "Camille:" "She thought he was." "But she also said that he was quiet, which was unusual, because Broden, in addition to his other fine qualities, snored, loudly." "She also said he was having an affair." "With a Dr. Sophia Torres, plastic surgeon to the stars." "Okay, wait, so the suspects now are the ex, uh, Miss Perfect, the Mummy, and Doc Hollywood?" "Well, the ex is an ex-suspect, at least for the potential murder." "Could he have died of an allergic reaction to something?" "Poisoned?" "Maybe." "All right, I'll head back to Broden's apartment, see if forensics missed anything." "I can follow up on the poisoning angle with the M.E., that would show up on a tox screen." "And I'll set up a meeting with Doc Hollywood." "Kirsten, can I see you in my office, please?" "Am I being fired?" "Give it to me straight, boss." "Okay." "What's goin' on?" "(exhales) Look, I've got certain responsibilities here that make things a little..." " Awkward." " Yeah, I know, but I don't want it to be, I don't wanna be walking on eggshells with you." "But I got a job to do." "I know." "And I'm sorry about before." "I'm gonna be fully supportive of you, okay?" "Don't worry." "Hm?" "Linus:" "Knock it off, you two!" "(Groans)" " You're right." " Mm." "This is..." "This is unprofessional." "What?" "No." "Personally, I don't care if you guys do it in the corpse cassette." "I mean, knock it off if you wanna keep on stitching." "Wait..." "What's goin' on?" "I figured out why Kirsten's having trouble in the stitches." "Why the neurosync is off." "Oxytocin." "At first, I thought it was due to the high oxytocin levels in the victim's brain record whenever the stitch got a little, uh..." " you know..." " Steamy?" "Mm-hm." "But I found out that it wasn't the victims' steam that was fogging things up, it was yours." "The stitches act like triggers." "From what I can see, your brain chemistry has changed ever since you escaped your own memory loop." " It's flooded." " With oxytocin?" "Because..." "Because of you." "You stud." "Oxytocin levels rise within the first six months of a relationship." "The more physically intimate you guys are, the more it's gonna mess with your ability to stitch." "Okay, so then, where does that leave us?" "You know, just like, holding hands and takin' long walks on the beach?" "Shorter walks would be safer." " Well, how do we fix this?" " I can program some kind of filter that'll make the stitch a little less wonky." "But if you guys wanna continue stitching, you're gonna have to slow down." "A lot." "Hold hands." " Mm?" " Cuddle." "Share a bed." "But anything more than a stand-up double, and I have no idea what it's gonna do to your ability to stitch." "(squirting)" "(phone ringing)" "Camille!" "I need a decontamination unit over to Broden's right now." "I think I've been poisoned." "Exploding coconut water." "Apparently, Broden's cuckoo for coconut water." "Now, the container that Fisher found himself on the nasty end of was injected with a bacterium called clostidridium botulinim, which is the toxin used to create, boop, botox, which ingested, can cause paralysis, asphyxiation, and sometimes death." "L'chaim!" "To Fisher." "And his ability to keep his mouth... shut." "A skill I wish someone else was better at." "Hm?" "What?" "Is this because I told you and Kirsten about the oxytocin thing?" "What oxytocin thing?" "Apparently, the more intimate Cameron and I get, the more flooded with oxytocin my brain is, and the more impaired my ability to stitch becomes." "So you two can't... (chuckling) Hm." "But back to the case." "So, uh, Doc Hollywood put botox in Broden's coconut water?" "I mean, it would explain Broden asphyxiating." "Doc Hollywood slips botox into the coconut water, Broden drinks it, asphyxiates, dies, then the ex shoots him." "You can't make this stuff up." "W..." "We don't know Doc Hollywood did it for sure." "Kirsten and I have a meeting with her tomorrow." "Yeah." "So do we have the rest of the night off?" "Mm-hm." "(clears throat)" "Just... go to bed." "(clears throat) Good night." "Where you goin'?" "Home." "To take the first in what promises to be a series of cold showers." "So how was your night?" "Lonely." "Yours?" "Not great." "We can do this." "We have to do this if we're gonna save my mother." "Oh, I know." "I'm with you." "Please have a seat." "Dr. Torres will be right with you." " Thank you." " Thanks." "Hey, you find it a little odd that this whole place smells like money, yet there was no one in that waiting room?" "Slow day?" "A plastic surgery place in Beverly Hills with no patients is like Arkham without inmates." "What does that mean?" "Hello." "I'm Dr. Torres." "(clearing throat)" "Uh, Dr. Torres, I'm Agent Goodkin, this is Agent Clark." "We're with the, uh, NSA." "So I've heard." "I also heard what happened to Mark." "Don't expect me to be all weepy about it." "Uh, so I guess you don't have, uh, very many fond memories from when you and Mr. Broden were dating?" "Dating?" "That would imply an emotional connection?" "I'm not sure Mark was capable of that." "Do you find me attractive?" "Excuse me?" "Of course you don't." "I'm a latex, botox, goddamn freak!" "And do you know who I did this for?" " Mark Broden." " Why?" "He kept pushing me and pushing me to change my look." "Said he wanted me to be perfect." "He always wanted more." "Your facial surgeries." "You must've been pretty bandaged up." "My whole face." "I mean, you cannot imagine the pain that I put myself through." "All for him." "And now look at me." "Do you really think, honestly, that somebody is gonna trust a plastic surgeon who looks like this?" "And after you did this to yourself, he left you?" "For someone new." "Someone... perfect." "(phone rings)" "Hm, it's uh, the o... office, okay, I'll be..." "I'll be right back, sorry." " Camille, hi." " How's it going with Doc Hollywood?" "Have any work done?" "Make your nose a little less buttony?" "Funny." "Listen, Doc Hollywood is the Mummy, and she hated Broden." "She could be our killer." "The only thing she's guilty of is working in an industry that perpetuates negative body image." "I heard back from the M.E." "There's absolutely no evidence of botulism in Broden's body." "She may have botoxed his coconut water, but he never drank it." "Wait, so... neither the ex nor Doc Hollywood killed Broden?" " Apparently not." " So, what?" "Natural causes?" "Looking into it as we speak." "(crash)" "Don't... move." "Relax." "Listen, Doc Hollywood, I'm sure whatever..." " Dr. Torres..." " Shut up!" "I had an old copy of the key, and I went over there last week, and I injected botox into that bastard's coconut water." "And you know what?" "I'm not sorry." "He killed me..." "the real me, a long time ago." "And now we're even." "He never drank the water." "You're lying." "Here's what's gonna happen:" "Me and..." "Agent "Hair Extensions" and I, we're walkin' outta here," "Try and stop us, and I swear I will pump him so full of Botox he'll be dead before he hits the floor." "Dr. Torres, Mrs. Reece called to cancel..." " You okay?" " Yeah, I'm fine, I'm just gonna need something for my worry lines." "So, Doc Hollywood, aka the Mummy, put Botox in the coconut water last week hoping Broden would drink it." "But he didn't." "So then, a couple days later, the ex comes over, puts a bullet in Broden, only he's already dead, just not from the coconut water." "So unless it was natural causes there's really only one suspect left." "Mm-hm." "Miss Perfect." "All right." "Let's stitch in and see if we can figure out who she is." "Camille?" "You're up." "Wait, you're handling this stitch?" "Cameron asked me to." "He's got the yips." "He's worried about you." "And it's getting in the way." "He's been under a lot of pressure lately." "Yeah, and no way to release it." "Don't worry." "I'm sure he'll be back in the saddle within a day or two." "And of course I mean the stitch saddle, not the... saddle." " You got this, right?" " Absolutely." "Any..." "Um... any chance you and Cameron can have a good old-fashioned platonic date... elsewhere tonight?" "You met someone?" "Something like that." "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." "Don't you mean "can't" do?" " Ooh." " No." "Broden's in bed with Miss Perfect." "Linus?" "Oxytocin filter seems to be kickin' in." "I..." "I'm havin' trouble breathing." "He's... starting to get into trouble." "Okay, Camille, stay focused." "I'm totally focused." "Relax, boss." "Let me help." "(struggling to breathe) You know you can't help me." "(beeping)" "Kirsten's oxygen levels are dropping again." " Okay, I should take over." " I got it." "Kirsten, I'm keeping you from flashing forward this time." "Tell us what you see." "Broden's on his feet." "Barely." "(labored breathing)" "No!" "No, please don't put me in there." "Mark... please." "He has a hidden space..." "hidden behind a painting." "He's forcing Miss Perfect into it." "(struggling to breathe)" " Death memory in 12 seconds." " Okay, that's enough." "Kirsten, make the bounce." "(struggling to breathe)" "Broden kept Miss Perfect hostage in a secret chamber near his bed." "There's no indication on the police report of anything like that." "She's still in there." "Camille, call Fisher." "Go!" "Hold on, miss, we're gonna get you outta there!" "(thud)" "Is she dead?" "I'm not sure how to answer that." "Clearly, she couldn't be the one who killed him." "Linus:" "Not unless she's the bride of Chucky." "On a very special episode of The Stitch Lab Gone Wild..." "We're just examining her for clues." "Sure, let's go with that." "Kirsten, you saw her in the stitch and said she was real." "She was Broden's fantasy of a perfect woman." "In his mind, she was real." "Or at least, he wanted her to be real." "And so that's why I saw her as real, too." "Things are about to get a whole lot stranger." "She's equipped with audio and video recording capabilities." "Aw, man, so he was recording himself with her?" "Mmm, that's it, I need a bucket." "I'd rather have a one percent chance with a real human than a 100 percent chance with a rubber one." "Guys, Broden was with her when he started having trouble breathing." "She might've recorded what happened to him." "Yeah... we got a problem." "We can't view it here." "I don't even wanna know where you pulled that from." "A slot... from the back of her head." "You see, Miss Perfect here doesn't save data internally." "It uploads to a cloud-based storage system." "So who made it?" "Her?" "It?" "Her?" "Well, there's a serial number on the CPU." "Heh!" "I kid you not." ""Valley of the Love Dolls"?" "So, I shouldn't call them love dolls." " No." " Sex dolls?" " No." " So, what do we call them?" "I don't know." "Didn't you used to play with dolls as a kid?" "Not this type of doll." "(chuckles) Whoa, that must've cost an arm and a leg." "What?" "I thought you found my sense of humor disarming." "Seriously, Cameron, stop." "Oh, I don't know if I can." "This place is a pretty target-rich environment." "You must Agents Clark and Goodkin from the NSA." "Yes." "You're Mrs. Underhill?" " Julie." " Mm." "Oh!" "It's not gonna fall off on me, is it?" "I'm kidding." " Can you just stop it?" " It was a joke." "Hey, thanks for agreeing to speak to us about your, uh, sex dolls..." "love dolls..." "Dolls d'amour, shall we say?" "We prefer to call them companions." "And we call the company "Valley of the Love Dolls"" "because people seem to like old movie references." "So, Agents Goodkin and Clark, you're..." "you're investigating a homicide?" "A possible homicide." "One of your customers died two nights ago," "Mark Broden?" "If it was a crime, it's possible that his companion recorded it, and we'd like to look at any audio or video that was uploaded to your servers." "Is that a problem?" "We cater to a very elite clientele." "Politicians, celebrities, judges." "They expect us to protect their privacy." "Yeah, Julie's right." "We don't want to withhold information from the NSA, but, we can't release anything without a court order." "Just puts us in a very vulnerable position." "No problem." "We'll come back with a warrant." "Sorry for any trouble." " That's okay." " Wanna see how we make our companions?" "(whistles)" "Whoa." "Sam:" "I started all of this as a hobby." "But Jules here... she is the real visionary." "Turning my mad pastime into a business." "Perfect team, huh?" "Takes hard work and open communication." "A little jealous devotion helps too." "Julie:" "Not when it gets you a night in jail." "Sam:" "That was a long time ago." "We were at a bar in Tucson." "This creep made some comment about my looks, and Sam belted him." "I was so angry." "Now I'm just embarrassed." "I need to talk to Jennifer about adding another enhancement." " Our employees are artists." " (no audible dialogue)" "You know, they put a lot of time and creativity into what they do." "So, you know, they can get a little intense when customers make last minute changes." "Like Broden did." "He always wanted enhancements, and then he'd just... change it up, all over again." "Spun everyone out until he was finally satisfied." "Anyone, uh, spun out enough to kill him?" "We're artists." "We're not killers." "Kirsten:" "Mm-hm." "Who knew there could be so many, um, uh..." "Enhancements?" "Yeah." "Well, that's enough about that for tonight." " Mm." " So, what now?" "Do you wanna stay here?" "You wanna go back to your place?" "Oh, Camille wanted the house to herself tonight." "She's having "company."" "Oh, well." "At least someone's..." "It's so much harder than I thought it would be." "What..." "You thought us not being together would be easier?" "You hear how that sounds, don't you?" "What?" "How could you say that to me?" "Do you know how long I waited for you?" "Are you kidding me?" "Not nearly as long as I was willing to wait for you, and I'm still willing to wait for you" " if that's what you need, but..." " Okay, so what do you want from me?" "You want me to give up on my mother?" "No." "I just don't think your heart is breaking like mine is over the fact that we physically" " can't be together." " Really?" "Is that what you think?" "I don't know." "You tell me." "Okay." "You know, I think we should take the night off from each other." "I think you're right." "Okay." "♪ These days I tell myself "Be open" ♪" "♪ Spent too much nothing but frozen ♪" "♪ And always afraid of crossing any of the lines ♪" "Ooh!" "And she plays guitar, too." "Yeah, it's called, uh, "Until You Find Me."" " It's very nice." " But...?" "What?" "No!" "I..." "I love the lyrics, they're so pretty." "I mean..." "I..." "I don't think you need the "C"," "I think you can, uh, keep it consistently "E minor" every time around, but that's just... uhh!" "Do you have something you wanna tell me?" " I play a little." " Why didn't you tell me?" "Now I feel so stupid." "No, it's not..." "It's not really..." "something I... share." "Oh, well, that's stupid." "I just feel..." "like I'm constantly being judged." "Like my whole life." "And I just needed one thing that's just for me." "You know, that no one can judge me into hating." "Well, I don't judge." "Play." " Oh, my god." " Yeah, play." "Oh, god." "You're putting me on the spot, girl." "Uhh." "Okay." "Uh..." "See how good my recall is." "(clears throat)" "Ah." "♪ I couldn't move, couldn't run away ♪" "♪ Standing, staring at a "Don't Walk" sign ♪" " ♪ These days I t... ♪ - ♪ Tell myself ♪" "Both: ♪ Just be open ♪" "♪ Spent too much time nothin' but frozen ♪" "♪ And always afraid of crossing any of the lines ♪" "Ugh, well, it's not perfect." "What is?" "(knocking)" "Are you busy?" "(clears throat)" "This fancy piece of equipment you're in is called the corpse cassette." "Although that doesn't exactly fit your situation, does it?" "I'm gonna run a material analysis on you." "I'll be gentle." "(typing)" "Holy hell." "Give me 20 more." "Come on, dig deep." "(laughs)" "It's funny." "I remember saying you could stay tonight, but I don't remember asking you to be my personal trainer." "This is good." "What is it?" "Uh, I don't know what it's called." "Linus ordered it." "Okay, coach. (Exhales)" "What is your assessment?" "Well, I don't believe that that was 20 reps, but you're in great shape, and you need to work on your flexibility." "I am hoping Linus will help me with that." " He's coming over." "Tonight." " Oh, really?" "So, why aren't you out with Dr. Scientific American?" "Cameron and I had a fight." "We're... mm, going through a rough patch." "Two words: "makeup sex."" "Yeah, well, we're kinda not doing that right now." "Really?" "Is it a performance kinda thing?" "(laughs) No." " Mm." " Mm." "What are you gonna do?" "I don't know." "Is this, um... too soon, us doing the whole sister routine?" "Maybe." "But..." "I like it." "So do I." "(phone chimes)" "Oh." "I gotta go." "Thank you, for dinner." "Mm-hm." "Well... uh, I hope everything works out with Cameron." "Thanks." "Me too." "(laughs)" " This better be good." " This better be better than good." "Ooh, it's way better." "I know who killed Broden." "Who?" "Miss Perfect." "If this is a joke, Miss Perfect is gonna have company in there." "Broden died from a severe allergic reaction to Ducoflex 9090, the exact latex that Miss Perfect is made from." "Wait, wait, so it wasn't a murder but an accidental death?" "Two real women wanted him dead, but the fake one is the one that killed him." "You..." "You really can't make this stuff up." "Oh, kids, well, before we all do the "case closed" happy dance," "I just pulled up the order form for Miss Perfect from Broden's emails." "Apparently, she is the second companion he ordered from "Valley of the Love Dolls."" "He returned the first one, because, and I quote, "she wasn't beautiful enough."" "This one was made to his exacting standards, including that she not contain" "Ducoflex 9090." "Apparently, he knew he was allergic to the stuff." "May I, for a second?" "Be my guest." "Thank you." "What was the model that Broden ordered and then returned?" "Something called the "Desert Flower."" "(typing)" "Sam said Broden made enemies at the company." "Well, yeah, but if I'm a chef at a restaurant, and someone sends back the Coquille St. Jacques" "I'm not gonna go out and kill the guy." "Unless you're sleeping with Coquille." "Huh?" "Who does this remind you of?" "Fisher:" "Ooh, no way." "Fisher, what are you doing right now?" "Going with you to the Valley of the Love Dolls?" "I'm going too." "I started this with you, I'm gonna see it through to the end." "Mr. Underhill, thanks for meeting us so late." "This is Detective Fisher, he's LAPD, he's helping us with the murder of Mark Broden." "Is this about the warrant?" "Still working on that." "We think that one of your employees may have killed Mr. Broden." "None of my people hated him that much." "Mind if we have a look around?" "No." "Which one of these is the, uh..." ""Desert Flower"?" "Uh, we don't have that model in production at the moment." "How about the "Desert Flower" Broden returned?" "She around?" "We decommission any returned companions." "There's no market for them." "Can't imagine there would be." "Well, what do you do with them?" "Throw them away?" "Melt them down?" "We never destroy something as perfect as the "Desert Flower."" "Look if there's nothin' else I really need to get back home to Julie." "She was the, uh, the body model for the "Desert Flower", yeah?" "We..." "We just, caught a peek at the catalog." "There's a striking resemblance there." "You have an eye for beauty, Agent Goodkin." " Thank you." " Yes, Julie was the body model." "She's perfectly proportioned, so, why not?" " Cameron:" "Heh." " Must've really bothered you when Broden returned her." "Made me very mad." "I can imagine." "I mean, you went all beast-mode on a guy at a bar just for making a comment about her." "Can't imagine what you would do to someone who thought your wife was so disgusting that he couldn't stand the sight of even being near her." "Seriously?" "Let him go." "This syringe is filled with silicone." "And I will pump it directly into Goodkin's carotid artery if you don't do exactly as I say." " Sam..." " Don't!" "No one has ever returned the "Desert Flower."" "See, that's when I knew that Broden, he had no idea, he had no idea what real perfection was." " Got him?" " Yeah, I got him." "He didn't deserve a companion like Julie." "He didn't deserve to be on this earth." "Take him." "(gunshot)" "(groans)" "No." "More." "Jabbin' me." "In." "The neck!" "(groans)" " Nice shot, Fisher." " Yeah." "You okay, boss?" "(voice on police radio)" "Cop:" "We're comin' back here." "Cameron Goodkin, "armed" and dangerous." "(laughs) Oh, I hate that I didn't come up with that one myself." "(laughs)" "I guess that perfect couple was far from." "There's no such thing as a perfect couple." "Not even you and Stephanie?" "We got plenty of stuff we're workin' through." "I mean, we didn't get back together thinkin' either of us was perfect." "We got back together to find the answer to the only question that really matters... after you get older and the excitement fades, will we still be happy to spend the rest of our lives together?" "So what's the answer?" "Well, I'll let you know." "(laughs)" "But right now, we're leaning' hard into "yes."" "See ya." "You know, I still can't go home." "So where does that leave you?" "With my heart breaking because we can't be together." "(classical music playing on TV)" " Kirsten:" "That was incredible." " I knew you'd like it." "Mind blowing." "(TV turns off)" "Well, 2001:" "A Space Odyssey is pretty much the mind blowing Godfather of sci-fi cinema." "(laughs)" " Thank you." " No, no, no, thank Stanley Kubrick." "No." "Thank you." "For this, for... agreeing to just, hold off." "Just until I save my mom." "Kirsten, saving you mom's the most important thing, I get it." "You do, don't you?" "Mm-hm." "How are those oxytocin levels?" "Holding steady." "Yours?" "Cameron:" "Hm." "(laughs) Never lower." "(theme music playing)" "(no audible dialogue)" "♪ Take me inside ♪"