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Previously on Dollhouse:

Caroline, are you

volunteering to...
I don't have

a choice, do I?
I'm talking

about a clean slate.

Everything go all right
with the wipe?

Why don't you just ask Echo?

Oh, that's right.

Because she can't remember.

Dollhouse.

Say it.
Okay, Dollhouse.

Doll-freaking-house.

Paul, let me ask you.

Do you think the Dollhouse
really exists?

I know it does.

The situation
is a kidnap-and-ransom.

I don't want Rambo.

I want a negotiator.

I'm here to help.
Anything goes wrong

or feels wrong,
you extract Echo immediately.

Now tell me how we're going
to contain this.

Laugh, yearbook monkey.

I'm know, I'm such a cliché.

What can I say?

I want to do everything.
???

What's that sound?
It's nothing.

Please get into your beds.

But we haven't had our shower.

We always shower before...

Everything's
all right.

Please get
into your beds.

Secure the exits.

Anyone tries to breach,
shoot them in the head twice.

Topher.

Topher!

Guns- can I have one?

What happened?
Yeah, that's...

uh, that's the thing,
happened.

He just...
Who?

Doc Saunders looks
like a jigsaw puzzle,

and what he did
to Samuelson...

Who?

Alpha. It appears
we've had a composite event.

He gets wiped after every
engagement, like all the rest.

How could he composite?

Can't.

Shouldn't.

Did.

Target acquired.

Where?

Level 3, corridor 37.

Target...

Move out.

Seriously.

A gun?

They won't wake up.

Negative contact.

Continuing sweep.

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In their resting state,
our Actives

are as innocent
and vulnerable as children.

We call it the tabula rasa,
the blank slate.

Now imagine the imprint process
filling it,

creating a new personality.

A friend, a lover, a...

confidant in a sea of enemies.

Your heart's desire made flesh.

And when the engagement
has been completed,

all memory of you
and your time together

will be wiped clean.

Hello, Echo.

How are you feeling?

Did I fall asleep?

For a little while.

Shall I go now?

If you like.

Neat trick.

Tricks are illusions,
Mr. Connell,

constructed to deceive.

What we offer is truth.

Rare commodity.

Hence the exuberant price tag.

I've been with a lot of women,
Miss DeWitt.

That's not bragging.

That's just what you
would call truth.

And not one of
them turned out

to be who they
said they were.

Your services may be expensive,
but at least this time,

I'll be the one telling the girl
what to lie about.

She won't lie to you,
Mr. Connell.

Everything you want,
everything you need...

she will be.

Honestly
and completely.

That will be something new.

There is, however,
one small problem.

I thought
everything

was good with
the background check.

That's not
our concern.

Your engagement
has been flagged as...

a moderate risk to our Active.

Nothing serious.

Our company
policy requires

a small additional fee

against any unforeseen
complications.

Small, huh?

To my employers, very.

Well...

if this girl's everything you
promise, it will be worth it.

Just make sure you return her
safe and sound.

Otherwise, there will be
additional costs.

I'll keep it low-key.

Not bad... not bad.

You should see
me on a five.

Thought that was a five.

No way.

Three, three and
a half, maybe.

If it were a five,

I'd be fishing you
out of the drink.

You think so, huh?

Huh.

And so.

Now get your ass moving
before I leave you

for the wolves...
or whatever they got

around here that eats guys
who can't keep up.

Yes, ma'am.

You know what they say
about looking down.

Don't?

Really don't.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

Jenny!

Oh, God.

Oh, God, the look on your face.

That's not funny.

You know how much trouble
I'd be in

if you went splat?
Yeah.

My brothers would kill you.

Quit screwing around.

All right, wuss.

Come on. Let's race to the top.

What about her adrenaline?

Uh, it's within
engagement parameters.

Are you sure?

She's elevating toward redline.

Relax, Mountain Man.

I've been reading the squigglies
long enough to discern the diff

between excitement and
"Sweet mother, I'm gonna die. "

She's fine.

Hey...

go soak up some nature.

Okay, like, uh, smell the honey.

Hassle a grizzly.

Leave the science
to the science guy.

Well, how about clearing up
my signal, Professor?

My displays are crap.

You're in the middle of "Why
Would Anyone Want to be There?"

What did you expect, HBO?

Can't you retask one
of the auxiliary satellites,

uh, give me some more coverage?

What's the magic word?

Please.

I was actually looking for
"abracadabra," but that will do.

Okay, re-tasking...

satellite...

7115.

Gonna take a few
to move it into alignment.

Thanks.

Anything for you.

'Cause I love you.

Deep, deep man love.

The woods.

Yep.

I hate the woods.

Yep.

Doesn't add up, does it?

Ballard?

Hell are you doing here?

This is
a straight kidnap.

What doesn't add up?
Yeah.

Why don't you give us
the inside view

on how this all...

leads to
the Dollhouse?

Or alternate plan:

why don't you just let us
do our jobs?

Doesn't add up, does it?

Not all of it.

We got three pros
come up from Mexico...

...and a disgruntled
science teacher.

They take the Crestejo girl
for ransom,

then they
fall out...

...and make everybody's life
easier.

But the money is gone.

So, there's a fifth guy,
and he's right now loving life.

He the one packing the cannon?

He'd have to be.

That weapon's not here.

Fifth guy took it.

After he blows
the door in?

Which is funny.

He's in the room
with his buddies,

then he has to blow the door in?

So, no fifth guy.

You think Crestejo
sent someone after them?

Well, he swears he didn't.

Hey, tell me
you didn't go near my vic.

I just hear the talk.

Crestejo's an
interesting guy, though.

Fits a certain profile.

Yeah, I know.

He's rich; he's respectable,

but maybe he's got a kinky side
he doesn't want anyone to see,

so he goes
to the world-famous Dollhouse

and hires himself a pretty lady
to groove his move

and then forget all about it.

They can do that,
you know, with science.

That's what
Davina called her.

What?

Crestejo's daughter.

She said the pretty lady came
and saved her.

You did talk...

Shaw, we get
any pretty lady prints?

We got the dead guys
and the kid, no one else.

Will you stop humoring...
And a couple areas definitely

wiped down.
So, what?

The Dollhouse sends one
of its brainwashed beauties

to-to take out
a kidnapping ring?

That's a full-service
organization.

It's the little
girl's, right?

I'd check it out.

Hey, Agent Ballard thinks
we should investigate.

Thanks for the tip.

Why don't you just leave us
to go find your pretty lady?

I will.
Be careful.

Looks here
like she's pretty bad-ass.

Carbon shaft,

three-blade
broadhead.

Damn!
Shh!

You'll scare
away lunch.

Uh, you couldn't have packed
a couple of sandwiches?

Oh, sandwiches
don't give you a run

when you try to eat them.

They just lay there,
waiting for mustard.

I like mustard.

Here.

Okay.

All right?

You're gripping
too tight here. Here.

Relax your hand.

You want the riser
to just rest there,

pressing against
your palmer crease.

Sounds dirty.

It's your lifeline,

in your palm.

You grip the riser too hard,
your shot'll torque.

You're pretty good
at this, aren't you?

My dad taught me.

He was a big
believer in, uh...

What? Was that a salute?

Do I have to learn a salute?

It's, uh, shoulder
to the wheel.

Do the work, earn your way.

If you can bring down
something bigger than you,

with just this, you proved
you deserve to eat it.

If it gets away, it proved
it deserves to live,

and you go hungry.

Dad thought we all take
too much for granted.

And you?

Oh, I appreciate
every moment.

Particularly
this one.

I'm not the first one

you've brought
into the woods, am I?

Uh... no.

But so far...

you're the only one that
hasn't been a disappointment.

Richard.

What do I do?

Extend your bow arm.

Now, draw back.

Keep your elbow high.
That's right.

Never take a shot
unless you're sure

it'll put your target down.

Aim for the flank,
right below the shoulders.

Is there anything
you're not good at?

I think that little thing

I did with my tongue
could use some work.

You really are
the perfect woman.

Not too shabby yourself.

Mmm.

You don't slow down, do you?

Oh. I like to live.

Mmm. A lot.

Oh.

Let's see who finishes
first this round.

I might even let you win.

I'd like that.

You have no idea how much,

but, uh, you need
to get going.

Going... where?

There's just enough daylight
left

to make it back
to the main road.

Might even flag a ride out
of here before I catch up.

Yeah, okay.

Am... Am I missing

something?

Richard?

You need to stop
talking now

and start running.

I'll give you
a five-minute head start.

And then I'm coming after you.

Welcome to the Dollhouse,
Mr. Langton.

You come highly recommended.

So the stories are true.

Programmable people,
made to order.

It's a little more
complicated than that.

I figured it might be.

Science is very seldom
exact, Mr. Langton.

Being on the
cutting edge

invites a certain
element of risk.

Which is why
you're here.

In the light
of recent events,

we've decided to
engage individuals

with a more, shall we say,
intensive background.

If you're amenable
to the terms

of your contract, you will
be assigned to Echo,

one of our most
requested Actives.

What happened
to her last handler?

You're standing in him.

This is our resident physician,
Dr. Saunders.

Mr. Langton, who will
be replacing Samuelson.

Good.

Does that mean I can get
his body out of my office?

I'll take care of it.

Right.

Right.
Everything's under control.

It's nice to have you
on the team.

where you step.

Her... face.

Dr. Saunders is still...
recovering.

Same guy who killed Samuelson?

She was more fortunate.

I want to see Samuelson's body.

You really don't.

Show me.

Samuelson.

He was a good man.

Not good enough.

What do you make?

Single blade, non-serrated,

ten to 12 centimeters.

Tendons in the extremities were
severed first to disable him.

And then the real work started.

Hmm.

Knew exactly where to cut

to cause the maximum amount
of damage and pain.

Whoever did this
took their time.

Eight seconds.

That's the timeline we've been
able to piece together.

The cuts are meticulous,
almost surgical.

Wouldn't have thought
it was possible

to carve up a man
like this so fast.

It isn't.

Unless you've been imprinted
with the necessary skills.

You're telling me
you programmed one of your dolls

to be Jack the Ripper?

Not my department.

All I know is that Alpha

accessed multiple imprints,

personalities that
should have been erased.

And one of them did this,

then slaughtered everyone
around your girl

before pulling
a smoke-and-mirrors.

So, why didn't he kill Echo?

Whoa! Oh!

Mmm.

Privyet.

You don't write. You don't call.

You're starting
to hurt my feelings.

How did you
get this number?

I'll always know your number,
Lubov, and where to find you.

Wait. What do you want?

Why are you
bothering me, huh?

I am honest citizen.

And I'm the Easter Bunny.

Dollhouse. Start hopping.

No, no. I told you, I-I...
I don't know any Dollhouse.

Then find another honest citizen
who does.

Don't make me come find you.

Hey, uh, Ballard?

We got a call.

A couple kids found
a house in the woods

all made of candy
and gingerbread.

Thought that might be
up your alley.

Oh, my God, that's hilarious.

Where'd this come from?

Oh, uh, Granny left it.

Man, her teeth looked big.

Satellite retask coming online.

When?

Uh...

anytime... nowish?

We got company.

All right.

Looks like we're there.

No, I'm telling you,
we're not there.

We're somewhere
over here.

There is
where we want to be.

Here is not there.

Excuse me.

This area's restricted.

No vehicles off the main road.

Sorry, uh, we-we're
completely turned around.

Do you mind pointing us
in the right direction?

What you fellas
doing way out here?

Local news.

We're shooting B-roll
for a piece

about the push to open up
the area to more logging.

You got some ID
to go along with that story?

Sure.

Can't be too careful,

Mr. Crehan.

Being so far off the beaten
tends to attract

an unsavory element.

No worries, Officer.

We couldn't be
more savory.

Good to know.

The new Samuelson.

You're bigger than the last one.

Topher.

The man behind
the gray matter curtain.

So, Alpha's one of
your achievements.

Yeah, yeah.

That, uh, was an anomaly.

There's unpredictable
remainders.

We're still working
out the kinkies.

Like the blood,

the screaming, the dying?

Look at them.

Bunch of helpless children.

Did the ones Alpha
slaughtered even

put up a fight?

They...

wouldn't know how.

Not without an imprint.

So, why not default them
with ninja skills or whatever?

We tried that once.

And?

Blood, screaming, dying.

Alpha.

I think I'd like to swim now.

What do you think
of your new girl?

She's not a girl.

She's not even a person-
just an empty hat.

Until you stuff a rabbit in it.

Abracadabra.

Uh, you getting this,
man-friend?

Yeah, I'm getting it.

Okay, uh...

see these squigglies?

These are the not-so-goods.

What the hell's
going on over there?

Everything's fine.

You sure?

Yeah.

Except for the gun
pointed at my head.

Boyd?

Buddy?!

Boyd?!

He's a threat.

Agent Ballard has been
groping blindly

for quite some time now.

He knows nothing.

I know his type.
A guy like this,

something gets
under his skin,

he's not going to let it go
until it's scratched out.

And how would you suggest
we handle this?

Neutralize the risk
before it becomes untenable.

Authorize a kill order?

On a federal agent?

I think you overestimate
his abilities.

Even a blind dog can find a bone
if he digs enough holes.

All the appropriate measures
are being taken.

Thank you for your concern,
Mr. Dominic.

With respect, ma'am,
I don't think you fully...

Hey, uh, sorry.

I think we have a situation.

The kind you need to shoot at.

Hello?

Hello?

Is there anybody out there?

I need help, please, somebody!

Hey, baby?

Guess you found Ranger Bob, huh?

Why are you doing this?

Because I want to know.

Know what,
you sick son of a bitch?!

If you deserve to live.

If you've earned the right.

You know what gives someone
the right to live?

Not hunting them!

That's it!

Shoulder to the wheel.

Prove you're not just an echo.

You want proof, you psycho?

How about this?

I'm going to kill you.

Will that prove it?!

I'm going to stab you...

You don't sound too good.

Hey, you didn't drink

from a canteen in there,

did you? 'Cause...

that would be bad.

Is it time
for my treatment?

Yes, but this

is a very special
one, Echo.

This one won't pinch
like the others...

You don't remember.

Hello.

You're tall.

Do I have to be here for this?

The Handler-Active imprint
requires a direct line of sight.

So, she needs to be

looking into those

dreamy brown eyes
when I wave my magic wand.

Then what?

Me and "Special Needs"
become buddy-buddy?

Hey. This isn't
about friendship, man.

It's about trust.

From this point on,

Echo will always trust you,

without question
or hesitation,

no matter
what the circumstance.

You're about to become the most
important person in her life.

Let's get this over with.

Hey, hey,
this is art.

It's not an oil change.

Rush the brushstrokes,

you'll get a clown
on black velvet.

What's this?

Your script.

Call and response.

Neural lock and key.

All right, Brando.

Let's see what you got.

Everything's going to be...
Oh, wait, wait, wait a second.

Uh, take her hand.

What?

Hold her hand.

Tactile proximity
enhances bonding protocol.

It's...

Okay.

And take two.

Everything's going
to be all right.

Now that you're here.

Do you trust me?

With my life.

How you feeling, sweetness?

A little funky
right about now?

Don't worry.
Stuff's not going to kill you.

The man I got it from said

it would just put a spin
on things.

So what do you say?

You spinning yet?

Hey.

Hey, wait.

Wait.

Hey!

No, no, no, get that
thing out of my face.

What?

How many?

What?

How many men

between me and the girl?

I don't know!
I don't know. I swear to God!

I don't think he's listening.

A guy hired me
over the phone!

I never met him!

I was just supposed to get you
to stall the response team.

And then put a bullet
in my head.

Hey, it's business.

Don't take it personal, dude.

I don't.

Wake up.

Wake up.

Ah, you're doing great, baby.

Don't quit on me now.

Do you need a minute?

'Cause I don't want to rush you.

All right.
We'll rush.

Hey, neighbor.

Off early?

Just swinging by for a bite, then getting
back to it. Keeping our streets safe.

I should thank you.

You know,

by thanking you.

You want to have some lasagna?

I have leftovers.

You know, it's
only leftovers

if you've already eaten some,
Mellie.

Oh, no, I, uh,
made another one that I...

It's really good.

Rain check?

Totally. Yeah.

Anytime, just knock.
I'm always...

Ooh, um, pretty.

Who's she?

Nobody,

according to the FBI database.

No record of her.

Is she in trouble?

Maybe.

Or just got caught up
with the wrong people.

Either way, I'll keep

looking until
I find her.

Lucky girl.

Wait.

I'm not going to hurt you.

Do I know you?

Everything's going to be
all right.

Now that... you're here.

Stay close.

I'm going to get you...

Okay.

I know he's not
what people expect.

Or what I expected.

But I always go for
the wrong guy, you know?

Yeah.
Looks.

It's always about looks.

I mean, we're bombarded

with perfect teeth
and hair and abs,

and who cares
what's underneath?

But, Jason...

I wouldn't have looked
twice at him.

And then you get
to know him,

and... okay.

So he's heavy.

He's not the guy
from the magazines

or the movies,
but he's real.

And I can't stop
thinking about him.

Can you wait for me?

I want to see him
after my treatment.

I mean, I have to tell
him what I'm feeling

before I get too scared

or whatever it is
people get when they...

I need him to know
what I'm thinking.

I'll be here.

You're the best.

Hi.

I'll be right back.

We have to stop.

No. You got shot with a freakin' arrow.

If we keep moving,
you're going to die.

If Robin Hood
catches up with us,

we're both going to die.

How do I know you?

We met a while back.

I feel like I can trust you.

But I don't remember.
You're okay?

There was something
in the water.

Richard...

put something in my
water. He poisoned you?

He said it wouldn't kill me,
but I've been seeing things.

What kind of things?

A girl that looks like me,
but isn't.

Dead bodies in a shower and...

And a man standing over me,
holding a knife,

but I can't see his face.

I don't think he has one.

Are you here?
Is this... is this real?

I'm here.

And, yeah, this is real.

He's going to kill us.

He's going to find us
and he's...

Hey. Hey!

Everything's going
to be all right.

No, it isn't.

Did you hear what I said?
Everything's

going to be... Everything's
not going to be all right.

You don't get to live
just because you deserve to.

You have to prove it. You have
to put your shoulder to the wheel.

You want to speak English?

I'm kind of bleeding
to death here.

He's not going to stop.

Unless he's dead.

You can't go
after this guy.

You don't have
the right imprint...

You don't have
the right training.

I'm a fast learner.
Jenny...

Do you trust me?

What?

Do you trust me?

With my life.

You know how
to use this?

Four brothers.

None of them Democrats.

You should
keep this.

If Richard finds you,
he'll...

You didn't think I'd give you
my only gun, did you?

Didn't think it'd
be that easy, did you?

I'd be disappointed if it was.

How's your buddy holding up?

Losing an awful lot of blood.

Not as much as you're about to.

What are you going to do?

You going to throw rocks at me?
No.

I'm going to shoot you with
the gun my "buddy" gave me.

You're playing my game now.

Toss the bow
and get on your knees.

Or I blow your freakin'
head off.

My dad would have
really liked you.

I'm still going to kill you...

I just wanted to make
a difference.

Little piece of advice?

You don't want the big bad wolf
to find you,

you should really turn off
your walkie.

Is this the best date ever
or what?

Put it down.

Or I put you down.

Look at you.

You can barely
stand up.

Probably wouldn't be able
to hit me

even if you did pull
the trigger.

You really want to find out?

I admit I'm curious.

Concerned.

But curious.

Then again...

...you shoot me

and you get an arrow

in that pretty little chest.

How's that arm holding up?

Maybe I'm not the one
that's going to miss.

I'll tell you what.

Why don't we ease up.

We'll call it a draw?

You'll let me go?

Sure.

No harm, no foul.

You poisoned me and tried
to shoot me with arrows.

Okay, so maybe a little bit
of harm.

Look, how about this?

On the count of three,
we both back off.

Deal?

One...

Two...

...Three.

I try to be my best.

That really hurt.

Good.

You said
you were going to kill me.

It's good for a follow-through.

He was right about you.

You really are special.

What are you talking about?

Keep your shoulder
to the wheel, baby.

Shoulder to the wheel...

You okay?
Where is he?

Do you trust me?

Hey!
Prove you're not just an echo.

Shoulder to the wheel.

Did I fall asleep?

For a little while.

The background checks

are supposed to prevent
this sort of thing.

How is it that
you missed the fact

that Connell is
a psychopath?

Because Richard Connell
doesn't exist.

Nothing in his jacket was real.

His entire background
from birth

to college to his
referral here-

all of it was fabricated.

I've never seen anything
this intricate.

What about the man that
Langton subdued in the van?

Have you interrogated him yet?

He was dead
when we got there.

But not from his run-in
with Langton.

That's not the way
I left him.

The GSWs were nonfatal.

Painful, but you avoided
the major arteries.

That was the plan.

What about these other wounds?

Caused by a single
non-serrated blade,

approximately ten centimeters
in length.

The lacerations are precise,
almost surgical.

I've seen this before.

Alpha.

That's impossible.

Isn't that what we do here?

The impossible?

Alpha is dead. After he...

After what he did...

they tracked him down
and put a bullet in his brain.

And they'd never lie to us
about something like that.

Would they?

Alpha could have
killed Echo

when he escaped,
but he didn't.

A wake of bodies,

but he left
her alive.

Now someone hires some nut job
to hunt her down in the woods.

Maybe it was Alpha.

Maybe not.

Only thing
I really know

is it all leads back to Echo.

Sorry.
Are you?

Am I?

Sorry.

Are you really sorry?

Awful lot of people seem
to end up dead around you.

How's it make you feel?

Oh, right.

You don't,
unless we tell you

how and what and when.

I'm going to swim in the pool.

If it were up to me,
I'd put you in the Attic.

Or the ground.

Yeah, like talking to you is
going to make a difference.

Yeah.

There's nobody in there..

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