"Previously, on Stitchers..." "This is gonna be her first real relationship." "Right." "I got it." "Go slow, if you can." "Okay, hold on." "Her oxytocin levels are rising in response to what she's seeing in the stitch." "Things are heating up." "The more physically intimate you guys are, the more it's gonna mess with your ability to stitch." "Wait, you're handling this stitch?" "He's got the yips." "He's worried about you." "I have a history of watching people I care about get into bad situations or worse." "Then maybe we shouldn't be together." "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?" "Listen to me!" "Just..." "I don't wanna lose you, but I don't know how to fix this." "Me neither." "Oh, Cameron." "I feel so..." "Cameron?" "Camille?" "Aah, is that gas?" "Can anyone hear me?" "Where the hell is everybody?" "Cameron." "Cameron?" "Cameron?" "Cameron?" "Cameron!" "Cameron?" "Cameron." "Oh, God." "Somebody, please help!" "Cameron!" "Cameron!" "Oh, God." "Cameron?" "Cameron, wake up." "Okay, this is only a little bit personal." " Oh!" " Oh, good." "Kirsten." "What?" "Where is everyone?" "I don't know." "I bounced from the stitch and everyone was gone." "What is that smell?" " Were we gassed?" " Yeah, I think, maybe." "What's the last thing you remember?" "I don't..." "I was prepping for a stitch and then..." "Yeah, I..." "I said "Ow" and..." "Oh my God, my face." "Did..." "I feel like someone slugged me." "Is my cheek red?" "Oh, no, no, no." "It's fine." "Okay." "All right, we need to search the lab." "Yep." "Yeah, it was like this when I bounced." "I'ts like everyone but the two of us vanished into thin air." "What's with the monitors?" "I don't know, but they're static in the lab, too." "You weren't kiddin', this place is a ghost town." "Look." "Ow!" "That's really hot." " Whatever happened..." " We just missed it." "Oh, great, even our corpse is missing." "Do you remember who he or she was?" "Yeah, he was, uh..." "She was..." "Oh, I can't remember." "Is this a side effect of being gassed?" "I don't know, but it's got organized attack written all over it." "We got to call this in." "Line's dead." "Okay, let me have your phone." "You've reached Camille." "Leave me a message." "Or, you know, send a text like a normal person." "Okay, bye!" "Camille, this is Kirsten and Cameron." "Call us as soon as you get this." "We're worried about you." "Who would wanna do something like this, and who would actually be able to do it?" "Off the top of my head, Stinger, Blair." "Ivy might even be involved." "I'm sorry, you asked." " Oh God." " Okay, okay." "Just... just chill." "All right, we just got to stay calm and work out this problem." " We'll figure it out, okay?" " Okay." "Right." "Well, whatever happened, it happened during the stitch, so maybe it has something to do with the case we're working on?" "Excellent." "The only thing is," "I just can't remember what that case is." "Let's find out." " This can't be right." " What?" "Our records say, our last case was Jake Rowland." "Jake Row..." "The murdered gamer?" "We closed that case, so whoever came in and attacked us wiped the current case off the system?" "Wait." "Listen." "Listen?" "To what?" "I don't hear anything." " I..." " Shh!" "Who's there?" "Kirsten, I didn't..." "I didn't hear anybody." " I feel like we're being watched." " Okay, if there's one thing we do know, it's that we're the only ones here." "Let's go back to my house." "Maybe Camille's there." "Maggie..." "Camille?" "Ow." "It's really hot." "Okay, well, maybe she left in a hurry." "Or somebody just grabbed her." "Hey." "Hey." "Hey, hey, hey." "Hey, hey." "We're figure this out." "Okay?" "Please don't touch me." "Not right now." "Right." "Sorry." "I just thought, you know, we could both use some comforting." "Hm." "Um, I'm gonna check out Camille's room." "Maybe she left a clue." "Can you try the NSA again?" "Camille?" "Did you get through to the NSA?" "Um, more or less." "In their less than helpful terms, they are aware of the situation." " Well, are we in danger?" " That's where it gets weird." "They told us not to worry and to stay put because... "Mother" is looking out for us." "Now, in NSA terms, I have no idea what that means." "It could be code for Maggie or whoever picks our cases or..." " My mother." " There's still no way to be sure." "So, did you find anything in Camille's room?" "She has blackout curtains on her window that I don't remember ever seeing before, but then again, there's a lot I can't remember today." "Look, I know the NSA told us to stay put, but..." "There's stuff between us that we haven't dealt with, and I'm..." "I'm not sure I want to right now." "I understand." "That's..." "But, you know, if we have to stay put, then it makes sense to stay put together." "You sure?" "I have to admit this isn't the most inspired penne I have ever made, but then again, your pantry is also a foodie's worst nightmare." "I know." "It was Camille's night to get groceries." "Has anything come back to you from before you woke up in the lab?" "Nothing." "Whatever gas they used really did a number on me." "Do you remember anything?" "No." "And without knowing the case, I have no idea what could be so important as to make an entire lab full of people disappear." "I keep thinking about what the NSA said." "What if this is about my mother?" "Wouldn't we remember that?" "Well, but that's that the thing." "I don't remember anything." "It's not even just a blur." "It's just not there." "I know, but, you know, it's kind of out of our hands, until we hear from "Mother."" "You don't talk about your mother much." "Why is that?" "What do you wanna know?" "What was she like growing up?" "She was, um..." "She was difficult to read." "I knew she loved me, but I could always sense the, uh, the pressure my condition gave her, you know, the strain." "I'd always wanna tell her not to worry, but I just wouldn't know what to say to make things better, so I was frustrated a lot of the time." "Well, how did you deal with it?" "I just worked through those frustrations in other ways." "Puzzles, thought experiments." "Any problem that I could figure out the solution to." "But that didn't last long." "After my dad left, my mom met a man named Bill, and they were crazy about each other." "But, um, Bill and I..." "we didn't get along." "And it was only a matter of time until Bill wanted me out of there, so he gave my mom a choice to send me away to school, or, you know, break up." "God, Cameron, I had no idea." "Honestly, it's totally fine." "Actually, it feels good to get that off my chest." "Thank you for listening." "Thanks for talking to me." "I'm sorry." "I didn't mean it." "No, no." "I just think with everything going on, it's probably... the less touching, the better." "Right." "I don't want to confuse things." "You know, I should go to sleep." "I'm sure Camille won't mind if you, uh, use her room." "Wherever she is." "Oh, blackout shades, score." "Wake me if she gets home tonight?" "Ha." "If the sound of Camille kicking my ass out of her own bed isn't alarm enough, I will." "Good night." "Night." "Cameron!" " What is it?" " Someone is watching us." "Ok." "I just checked the porch." "Long aside the house, out back..." "I didn't see anyone." "I swear, I saw a woman standing right outside the window." "She was looking in, and she..." "Wait." "Do you think the NSA sent someone to watch us?" "Was that... "Mother"?" "No." "Okay, I think this is the latest in a series of aftereffects from the knockout gas." "You just need some rest." "Our friends are missing, and I just saw someone peeping on us from outside." "Yes, I know that, but you are very tired, and we are both very disoriented, so I think the best option right now is to get some rest, and come at this with a clear head in the morning." "Okay?" "Okay." "Okay." "Wait." "If you don't mind, could... could you sleep in my room tonight?" "Like on the floor?" " Are you awake?" " Hmm?" "Barely." "What's up?" "I can't stop thinking about us." "We've done so much together, it seems like we should know everything there is to know about each other, but after hearing you talk about your mother before," "I'm not so sure about that." "Speak for yourself." "I think I know you pretty well." "Oh." "Oh, yeah?" "What's my favorite movie?" "Mmm." "Trick question." "You don't have one." "Now, good night." "Well, when I was in middle school, what sport did I play?" "And why did I quit?" "Basketball." "Ed Clark wanted you to try out because he thought it would help you be a team player, and even though you never wanted to go, you didn't quit." "Until they kicked you off the team." "Which was ridiculous because I was the best player." "Maybe, but if the best player on the team suffers from temporal dysplasia and has no perception of time, you tend to get a lot of shot clock violations." "Okay, I'm really goin' to sleep now." "Okay, when I was a little girl," "I broke a bone, and I never saw a doctor, because I was too embarrassed to tell anyone how I did it." "Which bone did I break?" "Right foot, please." "Oh, my, gosh." "This little piggy." "You got so excited when you heard the ice cream truck comin' down the street, you sprinted towards the door and stubbed it on a chair." "I never told you that." "How did you know that?" "Cameron?" "Cameron?" "Cameron?" " Oh!" " Ooh!" "Ooh." "Oh." "Ahh, sorry." "You okay?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "No, I'm fine, I just..." "I..." "I woke up, and you weren't in bed, you were gone, and I..." "I thought maybe..." "You miss me?" "I take it Camille didn't come home?" "No, I haven't been able to get hold of anyone." " Nothing from the NSA?" " Nada." "Okay, well, I don't know about you, but" "I can't sit on my hands much longer." "Hello?" "Okay, well, it doesn't look like anyone's been here since we left." "And whose is that?" "Is that the same coffee cup that was here yesterday?" "No." "It's still hot." "Someone made this recently." "Okay, we're being mucked with and I don't like being mucked." "This doesn't make any sense." "What was that?" "Hold on." "What the hell?" "What's "Euro"?" "I have no idea." " Wait." " What?" "There's something in the static." " What is that?" " It looks like a face?" "There's another one." "Is there any way to bring the image out of the static?" "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "I think I have an idea." "I can rig something up." "Great." "How long will it take?" "It's a 30-minute job, I'll be done in 10." "Okay, I'll look around the lab and see if there's anything else that's... been moved around or changed." "Cameron?" "I found something!" "Cameron?" "Cameron?" "This is pretty cool, huh?" "For a Deadmau5 show." "Deadmau5 wishes he were this cool." "All right, question for you." "Why couldn't we make out those images on the monitor?" "They were too faint, and there was a static blizzard over them?" "Well, that's when they were under our boring old white lights." "If we hit them with the right color light and frequency, we can make all those hidden images pop and send all that unwanted noise to the background." " Man of science." " Well..." " I don't see anything." " A moment." "Sad." "Happy." "Surprised." " Confused..." " These are for people with autism to understand emotions." "I used to have flash cards just like this when I was a little girl with temporal dysplasia." "Interesting." "And they would be on our monitors because...?" "Maybe "Mother" is trying to send a message to us." "What are you doing?" "I saw something else." "It was a shape of some kind, but it's a different color." "And the mucking continues." "What is that doing in your hand?" "What was this doing in your locker?" "You think I had something to do with all of this?" "At this point, I don't know anything." "What is a key doing in a coffee cup?" "What is a face doing hidden in static on these monitors?" "Kirsten, I don't understand any of this, either, but I've been by your side this whole time." "You know me!" "Hold this." "Where are you going?" "To finish the puzzle?" "Should I get your stitch suit?" "We're all adults here." "Puzzle piece?" "So what does it mean?" " Why you askin' me?" " You're the kid that grew up doing puzzles and thought experiments." "What does it mean?" "Challenge accepted." "You gotta see this." "Are you 12 years old?" "I mean the puzzle, you perv." "Oh." "Good thinking, Goodkin." "I thought so, too." " 5-9-1-5." " Gelson Street." "Maybe the answer to all of this is there." "But what if it's a trap?" "Well, if it's a trap, then that's the answer, too." "No one cars outside." "No one inside the house." "Okay, what are we supposed to find?" "Well, I know that everything today is a riddle stuffed in an enigma, wrapped in a mystery, but I really can't see anything in here worth investigating." "I can think of one thing." "One seriously badass vintage thing." "Oh my gosh." "Okay, it's not a Hot Wheel." "All right, don't be so naive." "Toys come in all shapes, sizes and prices." " So what kind of toy is this?" " This?" "Oh, this, this is a '65 Falcon, and I used to be obsessed, and I mean obsessed with this car when I was a kid." "But my mom always said it was too dangerous." "So..." "Hmm." "You're a car guy." "Another Cameron factoid I did not know." "Looks like it's had some work done since its day, but I bet this thing still purrs like a Manx and roars like a lion." "Oh my gosh, what I wouldn't give to have a night on the town with her." "Eww, to all of that." "Hey, it's too bad we don't have a key." "Can you imagine just you and me, rollin' down Mulholland in this thing, wind in our hair," "Actually, I think we do." "Hmm?" "It doesn't say "Euro," it says "Ford."" "It's so old the engraving's been rubbed down." "Okay, I'm just gonna ignore how seriously weird this is, and just keep embracing how seriously awesome this is." "Why, thank you." " Uh, what are you doing?" " Safety first." "We're not taking this car out for a spin." "Huh?" "Somebody led us, step by step, from the lab to this car, there must be a reason why." "We gotta take a look around, and see if we can figure it out." "Okay, okay." "Huh." "Any other day, that would be odd." "There's no registration or insurance." "Maybe it's inoperable." "So much for that theory." "Why won't it shut off?" "It's just got a faulty ignition switch." "Try again." "We need to get the garage door open." "Okay." "It's locked." "Front door." "Let's try this one." "Here, let me try." "Let me try." "What the hell?" "It's locked from the outside." "Damn it!" "Okay, look for something heavy like a hammer or a hatchet, something that we can break down this door with!" "Right." "God, this box is just full of puzzles." "Oh, my God, I'm getting nauseous." "Here, let me try." "Let me try." "I got it, I got it, I got it." "Cameron, I need your help." "Cameron?" "Cameron, you all right?" "Cameron!" " Okay, I just wanna sleep." " No!" "You can do this." "You can do this." "Look at me, you can do this." "I know you." "You can do this." "Okay?" "Come on." "Come on." "Okay, ready?" "Go!" "Okay, on the count of three, come on." " One." " Two." "That is not how I thought my first time in classic car" " would go." " How are you feeling?" "I'm a little better now that I've had some fresh air." " How about you?" " Actually, I feel kind of the same way as I did when I woke up in the lab." "That could be something." "What do you think?" "I think that our lungs are full of fumes from a car that probably hasn't had an oil change in my lifetime, that we don't know where our friends are, that we haven't eaten anything beyond simple carbs in over 36 hours," "and it's been even longer since I showered." "Mm." "Yeah." "Yeah, why don't you go shower." "I'll make us some food." "Any requests?" "Surprise me!" "Oh my gosh!" "Kirsten..." "Cameron!" "That is not what I meant by "Surprise me"!" "Look, I know things have been kind of confusing the last few days, for a lot of reasons, but, you know, they haven't changed things between us." "What are you talkin' about?" "I'm still not ready for us to be together." "Okay, now that you've gotten that off your chest, can I tell you what I came here to tell you?" "You know how we thought the garage was a dead end?" "We were wrong." "I can usually solve one of these things in under a minute, but not this one." " So you've lost your touch?" " Hardly." "Contrary to popular belief, these things are actually pretty easy to solve, if you know what patterns to look for." "You got six sides, nine squares on each." "So the only way to make this truly impossible to solve, is by deliberately switching one of the squares." "Which is exactly what's been done to this cube." "It's an unsolvable Rubik's cube." "Oh, yet another in a long stream of puzzles." "I really wish someone would just tell us what's going on." "You know, honestly?" "Working out these clues with you over the last two days hasn't been the worst time of my life." "Missing friends and near-death experiences aside, of course?" "Yeah, of course, but..." "I don't know, I just feel like it's been a while since we've gotten to work this closely together, that's all." "Yeah." "You're right, it has been." "I've missed it." "Oh my God, that's it." " What?" "What's it?" " What if somebody's deliberately pushing us together, just us?" "By forcing us to rely on each other, we'd have to get over our baggage and be a more effective team." "So you think this is some sort of Tony Robbins-meets-Jigsaw operation put on by the NSA?" "No, no, not the NSA." "Can we actually get dinner to go?" "Uh..." "Looks like we were paid another visit from the Clue Fairy." "Now he's just messing with us." "Or she." "No." "He." "Who is the one person that we know whose tactics are this extreme, and who wants us to keep stitching?" "My father." "The NSA told us that "Mother" is looking out for us." "I really think that's our lead." "Oh, was "Mother" looking out for us when we got trapped and nearly died in the garage?" "We don't even know if she exists or if she's just some NSA stalling technique." "But we do know Stinger, and this has his fingerprints all over it." "Kirsten, this is not about Stinger." "How can you be so sure?" "You were the only one left when I bounced." "Why weren't you taken?" "What are you talking about?" "Are you and Maggie and the NSA doing this to get me to trust you again?" "Work with you?" "Forgive you?" "Listen to yourself, you're being ridiculous!" "Why?" "Because you say so?" "Why should I trust you?" "Because you know me." "Do I?" "This was a mistake." "What?" "This." "This whole thing with you and me, it's like my whole life, no matter how hard I try to make connections with people, it just... it just never works out." "Cameron, what are you talking about?" "You're one of the most outgoing people I know." "You've never had problems connecting with anyone." " Wait." " Huh?" "Hold on, what if..." "What if these monitors are puzzle pieces, like..." "like they're clues or something?" "If we... we rearranged these, we can..." "Okay, I'll help." "Actually..." "I just think we'd do better working alone." "Sure." "Okay." "Another clue?" "Great." "Okay." "What is the last case we worked on?" "Jake Rowland." "Tell me something I don't know." "What is the current case we're working on?" " Tom Dewitt." " Tom De-who?" "Tom Dewitt." "Severely autistic man in his 20s, found dead in his garage." "Suicide." "Car exhaust inhalation." "He was also an empath." "His brain was wired in a way that meant he could feel the depth of other people's emotional states." "I'm confused." "A new case came in?" "No." "Not a new case." "Tom is our current case." " I thought that file was deleted." " Well, that's what you said, but I didn't have a chance to check for myself until now." "Oh, so now you're calling me a liar." "No." "I'm saying that..." "You're not real." "Okay, Kirsten." "It's been a long day, huh, maybe it's time we call it?" "No, no, no." "You don't understand." "I'm stitched into Tom right now." "You're right." "I don't understand because that is metaphysically impossible." "If we are stitched into Tom right now, how have we spent the last two days traveling back and forth across the city?" "Have we, though?" "Because to me, it feels like we talk about going somewhere and then all of a sudden, we're just... there." "Like jumping between different memories in a stitch." "Do you remember actually traveling to the places we've been?" " Yeah, of course I do." " Really?" "So, what was the traffic like, and what was on the radio in the car?" "See?" "You can't remember, because it didn't actually happen!" "How could Tom have this memory?" "Just you and me, arguing on the floor, of a secret NSA facility?" "That's exactly what I'm getting at." "By stitching into Tom, we must've opened up a pathway into his empath abilities." "So, instead of objectively seeing his memories," "I'm experiencing them through a filter of... my emotional state." "Nothing that's happened in the past two days has been real." "Including me." "Including you." "You're a reflection of my feelings about us." "So I'm your imaginary friend." "No." "No, no." "You're more like my projected friend." "Wait here." "Cameron?" " Now take this." " What?" "No!" "Take it!" " Cameron." " Now shoot me." "Cameron." "Stop it." "What are you so worried about?" "If I'm a figment of your imagination..." " Yeah, I know, but..." " Do it." "Pull the trigger." " No!" " Am I real or not?" " Stop!" " Am I real or not?" "You're not real!" "But that doesn't mean that I could watch something happen to even my projected version of you." "I care about you." "I never stopped caring about you, and even though I know this isn't real," "I can't stand the thought of losing you and it being my fault." "I guess that means you love me." "Cameron!" "God!" "Cameron?" "Talk to me." "Oh..." "God, no!" "Oh my God." "Oh." "It's a stitch!" "I knew it, oh my God!" "I knew it, it's a stitch!" "I'm in a stitch!" "Cameron!" "I know I'm stitched into Tom Dewitt!" "Can you hear me?" "I don't know how I've been in here for so long." "But I..." "I..." "I think that something about" "Tom's autistic brain pattern has me isolated in this stitch, so... so, God!" "I hope you can hear me, because I..." "I can't hear you." "And I'm..." "And I'm... all alone in here." "I'm so sorry, Tom." "Cameron..." "I'm gonna make the bounce." "Jake." "Coco Soo?" "Jamie B?" "I wanna speak for Tom, the same way I spoke for you all, but I..." "I can't do it alone." "Yes, you can, Kirsten." "Ed." "Tom needs you." "But I don't understand how his mind works." "His focus, his... empathy." "Well, you can't give up." "Not now." "Tom is the most... silent of us all." "Nine squares." "Nine monitors." "Cameron..." "I'm not bouncing yet." "I think I've figured it out." "The images on each monitor are all part of one big puzzle." "They were deliberately separated, but if I arrange them just right, they might tell me something." "So, Cameron, if this is all a stitch, then all the conversations we had weren't really between us." "Tom's memories are clearly mixing with my emotional state." "Anything that felt out of the ordinary coming from you, must've been coming from Tom." "Which means that the story you told me about your mom and her boyfriend Bill... didn't happen to you, it happened to Tom." "The blackout curtains in Camille's room, the way you didn't wanna be touched when we were having dinner, how you felt like you had trouble connecting with people, all of that was a part of the way" "that Tom experienced life as an autistic man." "And the puzzles." "He was so overstimulated and..." "overwhelmed, he needed them to focus, to feel like he had control." "Oh!" "Heat sensitivity..." "That's Tom, too." "So "Mother" must've been Tom's mother." "He knew that she would always look after him." "But who killed Tom?" "Let's see if I'm right." "Maybe I was wrong." "Is that an eye?" "Maybe it's a face." "Cameron?" "I think it's a face!" "I know that face." "I know that face!" "Kirsten!" "Is she okay?" "Kirsten, what happened?" "I solved it!" "It took days, but I solved it!" "Congrats, Linus, you did it." "What did I do?" "You finally broke Kirsten." "Okay." "Bill Kurland killed Tom Dewitt." "Uh... this Bill Kurland, Tom's mother's boyfriend?" "That's the one." "LAPD already questioned Kurland." "He was at work at the time of death." "That's because, before he left for work," "Bill locked Tom in the garage, and... and started the engine to his old car." "Are you sure Tom didn't start the car himself?" "Positive." "His mom kept that key in an..." "in an old coffee cup, specifically, so that nothing like this would ever happen." "And Tom had a heat sensitivity." "He'd never touch a coffee cup, no matter what." "Why didn't he just leave the car or the garage?" "Because he was obsessed with puzzles." "Bill gave him a Rubik's cube that had been tampered with so that he'd be so focused on trying to solve it, he'd asphyxiate without screaming or calling out." "And even if he did come to, Bill locked the door from the outside." "Okay, but why?" "Because he was in love with Tom's mom." "But she was so devoted to Tom that it was destroying their relationship." "By killing Tom," "Bill thought that he was freeing his mother from the burden." " Fisher, go get Bill Kurland." " Yes, ma'am." "We did it, Tom." "You and I, together." "Thank you for talkin' to me." "Are you okay?" "Yeah." "I'm sorry, I..." "You must've been so worried about me that whole time." " Worried about what?" " Well, I was in the stitch for days." "You weren't afraid I wasn't gonna bounce?" "Kirsten, you were only in there for three seconds." "Well, I guess that was all the time I needed." "For what?" "For this."