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Previously on "Stitchers"...

Hey, Fisher. Welcome to
the Stitchers Program.

Kirsten, I have to tell you
something. It's about Ed Clarke.

L.A.P.D. is officially
ruling his death as a suicide.

I'm looking forward to
the day I prove you wrong.

Ed ripped someone out of this picture.

Any ideas who it was?

No, but I assume it's someone
he didn't think very highly of.

Does anyone outside of the program
know the nature of your work here?

Not that I'm aware of.

But what about inside the program?

If you ever feel uncomfortable
or experience any side effects,

promise you'll tell me, okay?

Peter Brant. This gent's our bomber.

Lisa Keller died last night at a rave
in Hollywood from a drug overdose.

Lilly Ross. Lilly and her husband
Scott were on their honeymoon.

He found her body in the alley.

Stitching affects you. It makes
you different for a little bit.

Sometimes people get hurt.

You forgot the cheese.

Well, good morning,
Camille. How'd you sleep?

Fine. Thanks for asking. You?

Who sent you "Catcher in the Rye"?

I don't know. I found it out front

when I came back from my run.

- Who said you could open my stuff?
- Force of habit.

At least now I don't have to reseal it

and pretend it never happened.

You know what? Speaking
of personal boundaries,

you wore my YFB shirt, didn't you?

Me? No. Why?

Because it smells like curry

and you love curry, and I hate curry.

Hey, can I borrow your shirt
for a date I have last night?

You can't ask today for
something you borrowed yesterday.

But with you everything feels
like it already happened.

- And?
- So let's move my asking to borrow your shirt

to yesterday, where it belongs.

Yes, you can borrow my shirt.

- Thank you.
- You're welcome.

Well, this is good. This is progress.

You and me, roomies.

We're sharing each other's
stuff, and you know what?

I haven't read "Catcher
in the Rye" in awhile.

And it is kind of awesome,
so can I borrow it?

- No.
- Okay. Baby steps it is.

Do we have any cheese?

Justin Link, 30, died
of a massive heart attack

after the breakfast rush at his food truck.

- Oh, I love that truck.
- Why?

All it has is ridiculously expensive toast.

It's artisanal toast.

And now he's toast.

If he wasn't murdered, why
are we stitching into him?

Because when he wasn't
serving up toast and coffee,

Justin was quite the
busy conspiracy blogger.

Bigfoot and aliens kind of stuff, or...

More like 9/11 was a false flag operation.

- He was a nutbag.
- Actually, Justin was ex-CIA.

Went off the reservation a few years ago.

As you can see from his blog,

Justin lost himself in conspiracies

about government secrecy,
spying, and cover-ups.

He's here, and we are
stitching into him, Linus,

because his posts consistently came

a bit too close to the truth,

because nobody's been able
to determine his sources,

and because he ruffled the feathers

of an alphabet soup of government agencies.

Justin claimed to have
thousands of classified documents

locked up tight.

Let me guess. Somewhere
nobody could locate them.

Well, he was trained
to operate off the grid.

The day before yesterday
Justin wrote that he received

classified documentation at 6:57
A.M. about another government program

and conspiracy the public
needs to know about.

Here he promised to post it tonight.

And as luck would have it

drops dead of natural causes

before he can go public with it.

As far as we know, it
was just a heart attack.

The silver lining, however,

is we now have the
opportunity to find out how

and from whom he's been getting
his classified information.

Ready?

- Stations, please.
- Sample is online.

Stitch journal sync in three.

Remember, Kirsten, we're
looking for Justin's stash

of alleged government goodies and sources.

Two! Justin's mind is a quagmire

of weirdly interconnected links,

so brace yourself. One!

Bones, buckle up. It's
going to be a bumpy ride.

And mark.

Whoa. Cameron, what's happening?

Government conspiracy.

Uncovering the truth.

Technology, spying covertly...

The world order.

Okay, this is weird.

And that's what I'm saying.

Carbs, good.

Food pyramid promulgated by Uncle Sam, bad.

What do you see, little darling?

I'm at his truck and in
his blog at the same time.

Do something.

I mean, it's obviously
a government-sponsored

soft-kill eugenics program

designed to depopulate the Earth.

Who's got the maple butter?

So Justin's a little
multiphasic little bugger.

- Linus, filters, please.
- Mm-hmm.

You don't even want to know

what the Department of Defense
is loading into chemtrails.

Running the filter in three,

two, one.

Agribusiness is killing off honey bees

so they can corner the
food supply with GMOs.

- Better?
- Yeah.

A little.

No. No, wait.

Uh, I'm not sure.

Her limbic system is teetering.

Paranoid reaction is elevated.

Oh, crap.

Oh, that's good. Thank you.

She's getting into trouble.

- Deets, please.
- I can't.

Too many. It's coming too fast.

Her brain is spinning
into insanity and beyond.

Just take a deep breath, Kirsten.

Just focus on what's real.

I'm in the brain of a dead man.

I work in a secret lab underneath
a mediocre Chinese restaurant.

You tell me what's real and
I'll happily focus on that.

Insane times call for insane measures.

Okay. Kirsten?

You need to find his home base.

Click your heels and say "there's
no place like home" three times.

You can't be serious.

You need an anchor. The Oz
reference might ground you.

There's no place like home.
There's no place like home.

There's no place like home.

Where you at now, Stretch?

In his home.

But home is inside the truck.

He cooked where he slept?

I'm so glad I didn't know
that when I ate there.

We're wasting time.

She needs to find where
he kept his secrets.

Did he have a secure storage
area of some sort maybe?

Like a safe, perhaps?

No, not that I can...

hold on.

I think he's up to something.

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You're not going to freaking believe this.

- Synced and corrected by martythecrazy -
- www.addic7ed.com -

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What exactly are we looking for here?

You'll see.

Yeah, you might not want to...

oh.

By the power of grey skull.

I think I went to kindergarten
with those computers.

Yeah, they're pre-wireless, pre-Internet,

totally unhackable.

He's got subcategories
in his sub-subcategories,

ciphers in his ciphers.

Justin wasn't taking any chances,

he's date and time-stamped
everything, too.

I think I found what Justin
was going to post tonight.

- Uh-oh.
- What uh-oh?

- Go, go, go!
- Go, go.

Well, that's great.

I think I read about these once.

What kind of dark magic is this?

Linus, do we even have anything
around here that can play this?

Um, let me jump in my DeLorean,

I'll go back to the future
and see if I can grab it.

We've got to tell Maggie.
She's not going to be happy.

We could say something like,

"Maggie, you look lovely today.

"But this ancient disk of Justin's

can't be read by any of our
fancy government technology!"

So what did you get off the disk?

Nothing. That ancient disk can't
be read by anything in our lab.

Did I mention you're looking lovely today?

Justin's brain had a very short lifespan.

There's not going to be another stitch.

So, Dr. Goodkin, when
choosing between solutions,

and kissing my ass, I vote for solutions.

I suppose we could find an old drive

and an interface board,
and we might be able

to cobble up a transfer
protocol of some kind.

Yeah, I'll check the net for parts.

I'll start working on a wiring diagram.

Have it done by noon tomorrow.

Dr. Goodkin?

Yeah, it's something Maggie
calls me when she's annoyed.

She must call you that a lot.

What's going on?

You said to tell you

if something was weird in the stitch.

What happened? You
feeling okay? What is it?

Yeah, I'm fine. I'm fine.
It's just I'm seeing stuff

that doesn't make sense.

That's the nature of what we do.

We make sense of these...

I don't mean that.

I mean I'm seeing things
that seem out of place

in a particular person's memory.

And now I'm seeing that same oddball thing

in more than one person.

I'm not following.

- Peter Brant, remember him?
- Revenge bomber.

I saw a Teddy Bear in his memories.

Well, maybe it was his
from when he was a kid.

Maybe.

But then why did I see that exact same bear

in Justin's memory?

- How can that happen?
- It can't.

So it's likely it's a memory
that belongs to neither of them.

So it's mine?

It's possible.

I don't remember ever having
a Teddy Bear like that.

I don't remember anything before
my father ditched me with Ed Clark.

Why would I start
remembering that stuff now?

Could have something to do
with hooking your brain up

to a quantum computer and
running enough power through it

to light a very small city.

I found an old picture that Ed
left for me, of him and my mother.

He wrote the word "remember" on the back.

Remember what?

Thanks, Doc.

Huh. Case missing.

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Time's up.

Do you remember what I said?

I thought you said I had five more minutes.

Yes, and those five minutes are up.

I have work to do. It's my
turn to use the computer.

You've got more computers in the garage.

Those are too old and slow.

It has been five minutes, Kirsten.

I don't know what five minutes feels like.

Five minutes feels like... that.

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I'm coming!

Hold your water. God.

What does this look like to you?

The algorithm for stitching.

Thank you for waking me up in the
middle of the night to show this to me.

Now, bye-bye.

Ask me why I would risk my high-level
clearance to all things stitchers

by removing this from the lab.

Because rules mean nothing to you.

That would be true if I had
actually taken it off premises,

but I didn't.

I got it off this.

Justin had that on that?

You know what this means?

Someone from inside the
stitchers program gave it to him.

There's that.

And I can't rule out the
possibility it was you.

Why would I leak the most crucial
information about my own lab?

Eliminate the impossible
and whatever's left,

no matter how improbable,
must be the truth.

You leaking the algorithm
for some unknown reason

is not impossible.

Um, how do I know it wasn't you?

Why would I wake you up to divulge the leak

if I was the one doing the leaking?

To, uh, double fake me out?

- Give me your phone.
- Why?

To prove you didn't do it.

You can't prove a negative.

You can't not prove that I can't.

- Phone.
- What happened to trust?

Trust? Here's trust.

When we first met you
pretended to be an anal jerk

only to cover that you were
a slightly less anal jerk.

You do things you don't want to talk about

and you don't share anything
with me other than recipes.

I told you what really
happened to Marta, didn't I?

Nothing I couldn't have
figured out on my own.

Yes or no? Did you leak
the algorithm to Justin?

- No!
- There's only a handful of people

who have high-level clearance
to access those codes.

- You're one of them.
- Yeah, and so is Maggie, Linus, and Camille.

So weird.

I keep getting these spam messages.

You know what this is?

This is residual emotion from the stitch.

You're experiencing Justin's
general distrust of everything.

Give me your phone, Dr. Smartypants.

Dr. Smartypants. That's
the best you can do?

I don't mock the stupid names you call me.

They're terms of endearment, Dopey.

And B.T.W., that wasn't one of them.

That was an insult because you are being...

Dopey. I get it.

Ouch. Phone.

- What are you doing?
- Checking tracking location

to see where you were
at 6:57 A.M. two days ago

when the stitchers information
was handed off to Justin.

- I disabled the app.
- Not well enough.

You were home. You didn't do it.

Hmm. You seem disappointed.

Your turn. Let me see your phone.

I disabled tracking and
the encrypted uplink,

like you could have if you'd known how.

Well, don't feel bad. Not many people do.

- Guess I'll have to trust you.
- Just like that?

And I'm the dopey one?

- What are you doing?
- Hacking into Linus' lonely world

to see if he's the leak.

You can't seriously think that...

Lke you said, he's one of the few people

who have access to the full algorithm.

- Yeah, but I only said that...
- Just to cover yourself?

- Yes, but...
- He's got his system on lockdown.

You're invading his privacy.
You know that, right?

We're stitchers. We invade
privacy for a living.

Yes, but this is Linus.

Look, I only need to see where he was

when Justin claims to have
received the stitching codes.

Why don't you just call his
mother to check his alibi?

- Good idea.
- Now, now. Come on, Kirsten.

And look at it this way.

How would you feel if one of
us hacked into your stuff, huh?

My stuff is totally unhackable, so...

I'd be impressed.

My mother won't run my life... one word.

Capital on the "f".

Linus' password.

He told it to me when he
had too many Tequila shots.

Okay, and for the record,

someday you are going to have to learn
how to trust the people in your life.

I'm in. He has two smart phones

and five computers linked
to his home network system.

Keystroke biometrics are
a match on all of them

so we know only he uses them.

- And... wow.
- What?

For the last week Linus has
been pulling all-nighters

playing Minecraft, Knights
of the Old Republic,

Tron Legacy, and three online
chessgames simultaneously.

We must find this man a girlfriend.

He was playing online when
Justin was given the algorithm.

- Oops.
- What "oops"?

He just locked me out. He
knows we hacked into his...

Why were you hacking into my computer?

To clear you of treason, Linus.

Uh, yeah, which... that was all Kirsten.

I knew you weren't guilty. You're welcome.

How did she figure out my password?

Uh, remember the other night after work?

Damn you, Tequila.

Someone leaked the algorithm

for the stitch lab to Justin.

Our stitch lab?

No, the other stitch
lab. Yes, our stitch lab!

And thanks to your gaming
addiction we know it wasn't you,

and it wasn't me our Kirsten either, so...

Well, the only other people
who have access to the codes,

are Maggie and Camille.

- And it couldn't have been Camille.
- Why not?

Because it, uh, it couldn't.

Yeah, that's not going
to fly with Sherlock here.

She needs cold hard proof
that Camille isn't a baddie.

So unless you were with her at the time...

I wasn't with Camille that morning.

Why would you say that? I mean, I
wasn't with Camille that morning,

or any morning before work

in the morning.

Linus, I need you to get Camille and...

that's my sweatshirt.

That's my sweatshirt.

Camille? Camille?

Hey, Kirsten, can I borrow your sweatshirt

for a booty call with Linus last night?

You hooked up with Linus?

You hooked up with Camille?

Yeah. Go me!

Look, to answer your question,

Camille was staying at the hotel Linus

while the algorithm was leaked to Justin.

That leaves Maggie. She's going
to be at the stitch lab soon.

Meet us there.

Get dressed.

Linus. Camille.

You know what? Wear what
you're wearing. Let's go.

Oh! Mind blown.

Put these on. Cameron.

Yeah, no, I'm sorry. I
just... I just need a minute

to digest what we just interrupted.

Why? They only slept together.

Yeah, but they work together, too.

- So what?
- So, awkward!

I mean, what if they break up?

They have to see each other
every day at the office.

They're adults. They can handle it.

At least, Camille is... sometimes.

- Anyway...
- So...

You're okay with co-workers dating?

Yeah. I'm not okay with
Linus wearing my sweatshirt.

Now please, get dressed.

Ugh. Thank goodness you're all here.

I have something I need to tell you.

- Call 911.
- Hey.

I'm fine.

Hold up! Wait!

- Call them.
- If you call 911,

if you call anyone, I will kill you.

Hold up! Wait.

Explain to me what we're going to do with
the armed assailant after we catch him.

- How is she?
- She's fine, thank you.

The bullet grazed her arm.

I gave her a tetanus shot. She'll be fine.

That was incredibly
reckless of both of you.

Will you give us a moment?

- Keep pressure on that.
- Yes, mother.

That was on Justin's disk.

I'm not sure I like your tone.

The "you're the only person left

who could have leaked the code" tone?

Yeah, that one.

So, did you leak the code?

Linus, remember when we met?

You were just 19, answered
that ad in your school paper.

The agency posed a math problem

and whoever could solve it
earned the right to apply

to an elite government
position. Remember that?

- Yes.
- And Cameron.

Poor little rich boy
choking on that silver spoon

mommy and daddy left in your mouth

until I came along and gave meaning

to that fabulous education they paid for.

Where are you going with this?

Camille, you were a lackluster PhD. Student

who got a chance to run with the big dogs.

But without me, you'd likely
have had to leave the program

and take a teaching job with
some underfunded public school.

You're nasty when you
get shot. You know that?

My point is that I didn't
raise the three of them

from the depths of obscurity

only to risk your lives,
and my life, for that matter,

by compromising the
program that I have spent

the better part of two decades building.

Plus, you will forgive me if I
don't put too delicate of a spin

on this point, but I am
bleeding all over this desk.

I didn't give the algorithm to
anybody outside of this office

because at the time, I was having
breakfast with Leslie Turner.

He is the director of the agency.

Now go. Work the problem. Figure
out who leaked that document,

and if you can, it would be nice

if you found the son of
a bitch who shot me, too.

Hey, so I think it's best
if we're just friends.

With benefits?

That's not enough for you, Linus.

You know that.

- No one inside the lab...
- Are we interrupting?

What? Interrupting what?

- No, no, no.
- Good.

No one from inside the
lab leaked the algorithm.

We've checked and rechecked
everyone who works here

even people without high-level clearance.

Ayo's apartment was tented for termites.

She was at a friend's house that morning.

And Bob the test tube guy? He
was working out with his trainer.

Dude, I don't get it.

The algorithm only exists
in hard copy, only in here.

It didn't just walk out by itself.

Maybe one of the Bumblebee drones got in

and snapped a few pictures.

Okay, let's take Justin's
tinfoil hat off, Sparky,

and come at this from an angle
that's a tad more logical, yeah?

There's not a lot to go on.

Remember, in the stitch you said that

that the images were
coming at you too fast.

What if you did your brain-timey
thingy and slowed them down?

Maybe there's something
in there that you missed.

Guy in a suit. Nothing special.

Envelope. Butterfly
tattoo on someone's wrist.

Broken watch.

Homeless guy in a wheelchair.

That's all there is.

I know who did it.

I've seen this. If you could
tell us why we're watching it.

Freeze it.

- Zoom in on Marta's wrist.
- Magnifying 125.

150. 250. Just tell me when.

- 300.
- Stop.

That exact tattoo was on a
woman's wrist in the stitch.

Guys, I just got off the
phone with the hospital.

Marta Rodriguez woke up

and checked herself out almost a week ago.

Damn it.

So it was Marta I saw
give Justin the envelope.

- You're positive it was that tattoo?
- I am.

It has to be Marta. She's the only
person beside us that has access.

Then find her... from
inside the lab, people.

If she took a shot at me, who's to
say she won't go after one of you?

Marta's doctors said they
tried to follow up with her

after she was discharged.

They never heard back.

Her landlord and neighbors
haven't seen her either.

How well did you know Marta?

You mean were we going out?

You two seemed close.

We were and we weren't.

We were getting there.

But then the accident happened.

I'm sorry.

I visited her at the
hospital nearly every week.

I brought her flowers.

Sometimes I talked to her. I
thought that might wake her up.

Maybe if I was there when she did...

- You couldn't have stopped her.
- You don't know that.

I'm beginning to understand
what stitching does to a person.

I don't know how she could've
been unaffected afterwards

even without the accident.

She's just not like me.

No one's like you, Stretch.

So why'd you recruit her? She
doesn't have temporal dysplasia.

N.S.A. profile showed
she was good in every area

and off the charts in
one... protective instinct.

So when she volunteered
to be our test pilot,

we thought she'd be the right fit.

What was Marta's specialty at the N.S.A.?

Cryptography.

C-I-T-R 94.

Okay.

"A" is "y."

"K" is "d."

"M" is "g."

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Marta.

It's all good. You're going to be safe now.

Have you guys seen Kirsten?

No.

Why are we here?

Marta, what are you doing?

- What are you...
- Shh!

Nobody's listening. Come on.

Watch. I coded an app.

It sweeps for radio frequency pulses.

I check the house every day.

Clear. It's clear. The place is clean.

Let me see it. The phone, let me see it.

I knew we were the same.

Get packed.

Why?

I know a place. I'll take
you there. You'll be safe.

Safe from what?

Them.

It's Kirsten.

Where are you?

Who's them, Marta?

Stitchers. They're evil.

They have to be stopped.

So you leaked the algorithm to Justin

to stop stitchers.

Exactly.

And when that didn't work,
I tried to kill Maggie.

How is that lying bitch?

Bad. I don't think she's going to make it.

Good.

Otherwise I'd circle back
around and finish the job.

You need to get packed. Now.

My bedroom's in the back.

Call Fisher.

The Stitchers Program destroys people.

It almost killed me.

I heard you stayed in too long.

Didn't bounce in time?

Right. It's my fault.

Cameron tell you that?

Typical. He couldn't
possibly have made a mistake.

- How do you know what you're feeling isn't...
- Residual emotion?

No.

What I'm feeling, what I know, is real.

I know they'll use you like they used me

until something goes wrong. And it will.

And when that happens, they'll
try to make you disappear.

The Stitchers Program was
created to help people.

By sending us places, secret
places nobody should ever go.

That's not how they see it.

They turned us into grave-robbers.

A newlywed killed on her honeymoon.

An 18-year-old girl murdered
trying to save a friend.

Some of those graves shouldn't
have been filled in the first place.

Oh, you still think you're solving murders.

They don't care who killed those people.

They're sticking you in as
test runs for something bigger.

Test runs?

For what?

I don't know.

But if we don't leave now, we're both dead.

Look who's here.

Our knight in shining armor.

It's over, Marta. We know what you did.

He promise to take care of you?

Like you took care of me?

- Marta.
- Okay, Marta. Put the gun down.

Did Cameron tell you to trust him...

Like he told me?

You're right. I asked you to
trust me and you shouldn't have.

I let you down.

You hear those sirens?

They're coming for you.
Get out now while you can.

I have to protect you.

I have to save you.

You and I, we're the only two
people in the world who know!

Marta Rodriguez!

This is the police!

Come out with your hands up.

How did you get this number?

Marta Rodriguez, the place is surrounded.

Come out with your hands up.

I understand.

Who was that?

- Easy.
- Marta Rodriguez!

The place is surrounded!

Come out with your hands up!

You're going to be safe now.

Marta.

Marta, don't go out there with that gun.

Marta, give me the gun.

Marta Rodriguez!

- Come out with your hands in the air!
- Thank you...

- For the flowers.
- Step out of the house.

This is your final warning.

- Marta, wait!
- Don't!

Put the gun down

and get down on the ground!

Put the gun down and down on the ground!

Do you hear me? You got to drop that gun!

Put it down!

- It's not your fault.
- Yes, it is.

- We have been over this.
- You weren't working the controls that day.

Marta stayed in the stitch too long.

You weren't inside her head.

You begged her to bounce, she wouldn't.

- She couldn't.
- Because she violated protocol.

You want to have a pity
party, fine. Have at it.

But it ends before you
walk back in the lab.

If I walk back in.

You will, because no one understands
this technology the way you do.

And no one else can keep Kirsten as safe.

We're just about done here.

Sorry it turned out like this.

So are we.

Arrange to divert Marta
back to the stitch lab.

- Start the protocol.
- Cameron.

Don't.

Just don't.

You called Marta, didn't you?

- Called her?
- Before she went outside.

You said something to
her that made her do this.

It wasn't me.

Because you were having
breakfast with Les Turner again?

Because it wasn't me.

How do I know you're telling the truth?

Kirsten, we're not stitching into Marta.

We need to know what she knows,

who else she told about the program.

It's too risky.

Because someone else might try to kill you

or because you don't want us to see

what she really knew about stitchers?

You want to drag Marta's body into the lab,

slide her into the corpse cassette

a few feet away from Cameron?

Probe her deepest memories
that may include him?

- He wants to do it.
- He only thinks that he does.

Cameron's a big boy. He'll be fine.

No, he won't.

You saw what thinking he
caused Marta's coma did to him.

Imagine how he'll react to
helping plunder her brain.

Cameron is not like you, Kirsten. Trust me.

- Trust you.
- Or not.

I'm going to leave that one to you.

Did Maggie tell you?

No-go on stitching Marta?

You okay?

- Why do people do that?
- Do what?

Ask if you're okay when
they know you're not okay.

You ever notice that?
People ask if you're okay

more often when you're not
okay than when you are okay.

Okay. So you're not okay.

Actually...

I think I am. For now.

Maybe in a week or a month,

a couple years from now, who knows?

I'll be in my car and something
will remind me of Marta.

And then it will hit me and then
for those moments I won't be okay.

But... that's fine.

Because if I didn't feel the loss,

it would mean I didn't care.

I didn't... I didn't mean that...

I'm not saying that you don't care.

I know you do, but...

Do I wish that I could
process this all in an instant

and put it behind me?

Do I wish I was more like you?

Yes.

And no.

The program dodged a bullet this time.

Your phone call to Marta
was well calculated.

I appealed to her protective nature.

I pointed out that if
the police brought her in,

if the curtain were pulled back
from the Stitchers Program...

The agency would have
to deal with all of us

in an undesirable way.

Marta was a good soldier.

She knew what she had to
do to protect Kirsten and...

She did it.

Les, I lied to my team for you.

I told them that Justin
died of a heart attack.

You did your job, Maggie.

You killed a man so that
you could stitch into him.

We had solid intel
Justin had our algorithms.

We needed to know if it was true.

And if it was true, who gave it to him.

So you didn't know it was Marta?

If I had known, this all would
have played out very differently.

Still, there had to be another way.

There wasn't.

I mean, for God's sake,
what was I supposed to do?

Interrogate him?

Justin was former C.I.A.
You know how you guys are.

Conditioned not to crack.

He had our algorithms.

He was going to post
them for the world to see.

And if he did? That's it.

All over.

The lab, the Stitchers Program.

All of us gone for good.

And our technology in the wrong hands.

I wasn't going to let that happen.

- That's all.
- Kirsten Clark is a smart girl.

What do I tell her when she asks

what our $8 billion program

is really designed to do?

Tell her whatever you want.

As long as it's not the truth.