All language subtitles for Stitchers.S01E08.HDTV.x264-KILLERS

Previously on "Stitchers"...

Welcome to the Stitchers Program.

Is that a quantum computer?

This is a picture of Ed and my mother.

Ed ripped someone out of his
picture. Any ideas who it was?

I assume it's someone he
didn't think very highly of.

Marta said that the murder cases we
handle are test runs for something bigger.

You need to trust that
your mother, Ed Clark,

and the people who care about you now

are working tirelessly to keep you safe.

- Hello.
- Liam.

Kirsten has never mentioned him.

Find out everything you can
about him. I want a full report.

Will you marry me?

I need assistance stat!

Come on, I can't figure this
out. Authentication isn't working.

How's it going? You good?

- Thank goodness you're here.
- What's going on?

It's a total disaster.
Come on, we need your help.

- Get over here now!
- _

I can't do this by myself. Help!

I got you.

Come on! We're running out of time.

Surprise!

♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪

♪ Happy Birthday, dear Kirsten ♪

♪ Happy Birthday to you ♪

Are those brains?

That's it?

I'm sorry, guys.

Surprise parties don't really work for me.

Surprise anything, for
that matter. I'm sorry.

Should have seen this one coming.

It's no problem. Maybe one day
we'll figure out how to shock you.

- Yeah, good luck.
- Or not. At least there's cake.

Or not. Come on, people, let's go.

- Mmm.
- Mm-hmm.

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

Dr. Anna Barmal, 35.

She's the lead researcher of epidemiology
at the Worldwide Health Alliance.

She committed suicide last
night in her L.A. apartment.

Sleeping pills.

- We sure it was suicide?
- Yeah, she left a note.

"My body is to be cremated within 24 hours

"and my ashes sent to my parents in Mumbai.

These are my only instructions."

Unfortunately, Dr. Barmal's last
wishes will have to be delayed.

We've been asked to investigate
why she killed herself.

So we're bringing someone
who worked with deadly viruses

and died under mysterious circumstances
into the lab? What could possibly go wrong?

We run 26 different tests on every sample
before they're cleared for stitching.

- Barmal is clear.
- Why'd she kill herself?

Was she part of something
she shouldn't have been?

That's what we want to find out.

When they found her in her apartment,

she was slumped over in a scalding shower

and the heat in her apartment
was cranked to the maximum.

What about her research? Any clues?

It's pretty remarkable, she didn't
write any of her research down.

She had a photographic memory.

Well, let's go and get it while
it's still in there to get.

- So?
- Context, please.

Liam. What did you tell
him when he proposed?

I told him I needed to think about it.

Smart move. No sense at all in
committing to the one guy on the planet

who loves "impossible
you" exactly as you are.

What do you think you're gonna tell him?

I'm not sure and assuming you
haven't blabbed to everyone yet,

don't say anything. I haven't told
anyone else that Liam proposed.

What?

- Congratulations?
- I'm not sure yet.

Well, when you are, tell me in person

and not over an open channel.

All right. Stations, please.

- Welcome back.
- Miss me?

I don't suppose you can share details about
whatever special assignment Turner sent you on.

You don't suppose correctly.

How does it feel being the one
kept in the dark for a change?

Kinda sucks.

All right, I'm out of here.

Call me later if there's going to be cake.

Lights to 20%. I need a go,
no-go for stitch neurosync.

- Life-sci?
- Go.

- Sub-bio?
- Go.

- Engineering?
- Go.

- Communications?
- Go.

- Medical?
- Go.

- Comm check.
- Kirsten. One, two...

What am I doing? We've established
that your comlink works.

All is well. Cut the cake. Induce
stitch neurosync on my mark.

In three, two, one...

Induce stitch neurosync.

I'm in Barmal's lab.

She's looking through a microscope.

- How's she dressed?
- How's she dressed?

Wait. Why is that even relevant?

- She's in biohazard gear.
- That's how it's relevant.

- Alex, how's the sample looking?
- All readings nominal.

Do not open that corpse cassette.

What's going on?

Worldwide Health Alliance
scientist plus biohazard suit

equals I don't know what we
may have brought into the lab.

But maybe our tests missed something.

- Should I bounce?
- Linus?

- We're clear.
- Okay, do not bounce.

The environment in the lab is
monitored every 12 seconds. We're clear.

Regardless, I don't
want to take any chances.

I want all non-essential
personnel to clear the lab now.

Go, now.

Okay, keep going, Birthday Girl.

She's taking off her mask.

Why?

I don't know. Also her gloves.

And her bio suit.

She's injecting herself with something.

Have her look for markings on the syringe.

Any markings you can see?

The vial reads

"Sample Lot, 6/118:03."

She's giving herself another injection.

Any idea what?

Um...

"CSP21x9."

- Camille?
- CSP21. It's a mutated strain of Spanish flu.

- And x9?
- Potency. Nine is as high as it goes.

Why is she infecting herself?

She's running a blood test.

She's reading the results.

Doesn't like what she sees.

What's that noise?

Trouble. Make the bounce.

What happened?

Our sensors picked up something.

- What?
- Damn it!

What did you just do?

She put the lab under emergency lockdown.

Dr. Barmal infected
herself with a mutated virus

and her body just went symptomatic.

I hate being right all the time!

"According to the Center
for Infectious Diseases,

"Dr. Barmal was close to finding
a cure for an aggressive new virus.

"The CSP21 spreads airborne.

"When exposed, a person will
develop flu-like symptoms,

and in all reported cases,
death occurs within hours."

- Definitely not a starve a cold, feed a fever kind of thing.
- Should we be worried?

So far none of us are
sick and we don't know

if the infection has spread
beyond the corpse cassette.

We need to figure out exactly
what we're dealing with.

It's not that complicated. We're dealing
with a body in the corpse cassette

that's spreading a contagion
in a sealed lab full of people.

Alex, how's the seal
on the corpse cassette?

Holding. Hopefully the virus is contained.

Dr. Barmal thought she found a cure.
That's why she tested it on herself.

Unfortunately, she's taken up
residency in her corpse cassette

and has given us the
gift that keeps on giving.

She must have colleagues. Other scientists
who are familiar with her research.

I'll get on that. Meanwhile,
research the virus.

Find out everything you can about it.

Work up a contingency plan
in case we're on our own.

Preferably one that doesn't
involve all of us dying.

Bet this isn't what you
wished for on your birthday.

Oh, I don't make birthday wishes.

Make one now.

You sent us a disease-ridden sample.

I didn't know she'd injected herself.

She was asymptomatic before she died.

Well, she became symptomatic
post-mortem and highly contagious.

I'm scrambling a Hazmat team, but
it will take some time to assemble.

Your chief asset is fine for
now, but we're all at risk.

You need to reach out
to Barmal's associates.

See what they know about her work.

And tell them what? While stitching a live
consciousness into a dead woman's memory,

we may have triggered an
epidemic in our secret lab?

Barmal's last serum... the one she
thought worked... is in her lab,

Date-stamped June 1, 18:03 hours.

Maybe there is something in
there that we can build on.

I'll do what I can. In the meantime,

no matter what happens to you
all, Kirsten needs to survive.

So I want you to put her in isolation.

Yeah. Good luck with that.

How's it going?

Well, considering the only thing this
lab is able to do about a biohazard

is ring alarm bells, not great.

We're just not equipped
for this kind of emergency.

We can work the problem if we
knew Barmal's formula to her serum.

Yeah, but her formula tanked.
So what good would it do?

We have something she didn't have.

A quantum computer that's able
to run more simultaneous equations

than there are atoms in the universe.

Maybe her antiviral serum failed because
she couldn't run enough simulations.

She was willing to test it on
herself. She must have believed in it.

Stitch me back in. I'll get the formula.

Unfortunately, that's not going to happen.

Kirsten, I'm putting you into isolation.

Good luck with that.

We don't know who or how
many of us may be infected.

On the chance that
someone is and you're not,

you need to be isolated from everyone.

The Program depends on you.

Okay, let's say everyone
except me is infected...

How about let's not?

And I'm the last person standing?

What makes you think that I would stay

with a revamped, restaffed program anyway?

- That's what I figured.
- So stitch me back in.

Her refractory period is short.
We can stitch immediately.

- Great.
- Hold on. Now that Barmal's body has gone symptomatic,

we don't know what that
will do to her memory.

We can't just sit around and wait.

Besides, it's my birthday
and I can stitch if I want to.

Okay.

Listen, Stretch. Bounce if
it gets too funky in there.

I love it when you talk science to me.

It's your birthday so I'm
gonna let that one slide.

Initiate stitch neurosync on my mark.

Three, two, one, and mark.

- You still with me, KC?
- Sure, CG.

I'm in the lab again.

And you're right, the virus is
making things a little funky.

Define funky.

Like when you have a high fever,

Everything's a throbbing blur.

Sample brain's degrading
from the internal heat.

Get a move on, Sweet Pea.

Barmal's working on it...

But she isn't happy.

Move me forward in time.

Memory collapse imminent.

Kirsten, you need to bounce. You listening?

- Something to write on...
- What?

- I need a something to write on.
- I'm on it.

Tell her she's gotta go.

Kirsten.

Hang on.

Kirsten?

I heart Linus.

_

That's it. Make any sense to you?

Damn it, Jim. I'm a neuroscientist,

- not a molecular biologist.
- Focus.

Just trying to lighten the mood.

Yeah, we can load that
into the quantum computer.

Linus, digitize the output.

You okay, bud?

What? Yeah, yeah, I'm
good. What do you need?

- What? I'm fine.
- You're warm.

- Ayo.
- Stop. This is ridiculous.

Quiet, you.

101.2.

It's beginning.

How's he doing?

Don't sugarcoat it.

Headache, chills, muscle
pains, fever at 102.

- And his blood pressure is...
- Low.

If it drops any lower, you
could experience dizziness,

confusion, subconjunctival hemorrhage.

Subconjunctival hemorrhage?

Bleeding in the eyes.

I was wrong. I need sugarcoating.

In other bad news, I just
generated a statistical model

that puts the chance we're
all infected at a robust 98%.

I'm sorry, guys.

What are we gonna do?

I choose to panic in my own way.

We work the problem. The time
is running now on all of us.

Okay, clearly Barmal's
formula was ineffectual.

How long will it take until we find out
what went wrong so we can make adjustments?

Our computers can do it quickly, but
we'll need a pre-symptomatic sample

Of Barmal's blood to isolate exactly
how the serum affected her immune system.

I took a routine sample of her
blood before the virus kicked in.

It's in the medical bay.

- Ayo.
- We're locked out.

It's an automatic security precaution.

The computer must have calculated
that the virus originated in the lab

And is isolating it.

Insult, meet injury.

- Damn it.
- Can you override it?

_

Damn it. Baptiste, Magritte.

Confirm voice recognition.

Command level override.

_

Shall we play a game of chess?

You gotta be freakin' kidding me.

Now what?

Where does that access panel lead?

As you all know, the lab was built
in an old hydroelectric substation.

Told you.

I'm begging you.

The drainage culvert under the flooring
was repurposed as cabling channels.

There is one access
point that runs 100 feet

from the observation deck
straight to the medical bay.

- I'll go.
- No, you can't.

There's an old gear shaft
that narrows the culvert

to 18 inches by 9 inches.

Guess I'm out.

I can fit through that, I think.

You need to take care of those
of us who are getting sick.

It's okay. I'll be fine.

It's not just you anymore.

I'm okay.

101.7

Okay, stop staring at me. I'm not dead yet.

Yeah, and it looks like
I get to keep it that way.

I'll go. I can do it.

You sure?

How do you feel?

Like crawling through a hundred
feet of repurposed drainage culvert.

Thanks so much for asking.

Okay, the yellow cables will
lead you to the medical bay.

Follow the yellow brick road. Got it.

- Comlink.
- Thank you.

The distance from here to
the medical bay is 100 feet.

We'll track your progress remotely.

It should take you about
eight minutes to get there.

Give me ten. Underachiever.

Once there, you'll be able to open the
door from the inside and let Ayo in.

Sounds good. Okay, let's do this.

Liam?

Can we talk about this later?

Because I'm in the middle of something.

I said later, please.

- Hey.
- Let me see.

Don't tell Maggie.

She needs to know.

She'll find out soon enough.

Camille, how are you doing?

Ugh. This is the third most
awful thing I've ever done.

Okay, I see the gear thingy up ahead.

I'm ruining my t-shirt.

The agency will get you another one.

Screw that, Maggie. I want hazard pay.

Camille, you're almost there. Just
keep following the yellow cable.

She stopped moving. Is she okay?

Camille. Camille.

Camille.

Camille!

Camille, Camille, are you there?

Here, give it.

Okay, Camille, talk to me. What's going on?

Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Camille, what is it?

There's a rat in here.

Oh, okay, that's all?

There are two things in
the world that terrify me.

Rats and hairy backs.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God, it's touching me.

It's disgusting and it's
touching me with its rat teeth

and its rat fur covered in rat diseases.

You are carrying a deadly
virus in your system

that could wipe out the
entire human species,

so if you wanna play the "who's
more disgusting to whom game,"

I think you actually win.

Maybe.

Kirsten, I don't think I can do this.

Yes, you can. It's more scared
of you than you are of it.

Yeah, I'm totally striking
fear into its heart.

Oh, my God. I can't.

Do it for Linus.

Okay, I can. I can.

Okay.

You're just a rock.

A rock moving around in the
middle of my back, but just a rock.

Okay, now take a deep breath.

And just relax and keep moving.

Okay.

Just a few more feet.

Okay, Camille, you're
under the medical bay.

There should be an
access panel to the right.

Camille?

Are you okay?

If the CSP-21 germ doesn't do me in,

I'm pretty sure
rat-induced nightmares will.

I'll run Dr. Barmal's blood sample.

How long do you need?

Twenty-five minutes for the centrifuge,

another ten to test her CBC count.

Every minute counts.

- Rat.
- If you cooked it, it could feed a family.

It was huge.

I've input the antiviral formula
into the quantum computer.

By factoring in Barmal's blood analysis...

How the serum affected her immune system...

The computer may be able
to detect why it failed.

And then what?

Maybe Barmal was close.

If she made a small
miscalculation in her research,

the computer could possibly pick
it up and point us to a cure.

- It's a long shot.
- Not necessarily.

Dr. Barmal spent two years
of her life working on this.

Maybe she was on the right track.

Now we wait.

Hey, you.

- Boy, you don't look so hot.
- Neither do you.

Well, just between us, I think I
might be coming down with something.

Can I get you anything?

More water or just a
shoulder to rest your head?

I wouldn't mind a shoulder.

Okay.

- This is nice.
- Yeah.

It'd be nicer if there
wasn't rat poop on your shirt.

What? Shut up! Where?

Just kidding.

That's so not funny.

Damn rat nearly gave me a heart attack.

Your forehead's on fire.

Are you scared?

Yes.

Me, too.

Okay, the results are in.

And?

- It doesn't make any sense.
- What doesn't?

Barmal designed her serum to block the
virus from entering human blood cells.

- So where did she go wrong?
- She didn't. That's the problem.

Her formula is correct.

Chemically speaking, it
should have been the cure.

Then why'd she still get sick?

Because despite what this
multi-million dollar supercomputer says,

Dr. Barmal missed something.

So now what?

If there's someone you
want to say goodbye to...

Now's the time.

Aren't you going to call your fiance?

He's not my fiance. We're not engaged.

But he proposed.

Yeah, and I never gave him an answer.

What did Barmal miss?

Well...

Clearly this is none of my business,

but seeing that this may be
the last fight we ever have...

It's not like I was hiding this from you.

No, but friends occasionally tell
each other things about their lives,

you know, like getting a
parking ticket or jury duty

or a marriage proposal.

Liam asked me a question
which I haven't answered yet.

Therefore, there was
nothing for me to report.

Anyway, whether or not you decide to
marry Liam, you should probably call him.

You know what? Let me be clear.
I have no intention of dying.

Not like this. So I'm not calling anybody.

Hello.

Hey, ma.

Linus, where are you? What's wrong?

Nothing. I'm just at work.

Samir. It's Linus from the
office. Something's wrong.

Everything is okay, ma.

You're in trouble, aren't you?

- No, baba.
- You got fired?

No. I can't call you
guys just to say hello?

But you said we can't
call you at the office.

You can't. Unless it's an emergency.

Benjamin, if you're there, can you pick up?

Benjamin?

I'm calling you to say...

What I want you to know is that I'm sorry

that I wasn't around for you more and...

Are you there?

Dr. Goodkin.

Dr. Goodkin here too.

I'm running into a meeting. So whoever
this is, kindly get to the point.

It's me, ma. Cameron, your son.

Nigel, it's my son.
I'll be in, in a moment.

How are you feeling, Cam?

I'm fine.

I just felt like calling.

You keeping up with your medication?

I'm not a kid anymore, ma.
I can take care of myself.

I just wanted to say that

I love you both very much.

I knew something was wrong.

So what is the problem, son?

Whatever it is, we love you, and
we can get through it together.

I want you to know that
I'm sorry about what I said

to you before you redeployed.

I do understand your responsibility
to the guys more than you know.

Everything okay with your
government tinker-toys

Or whatever it is you're working on?

Do we really have to do this now?

No, I suppose not.

I don't want you hanging up
on me again like last time.

Look, I'm sorry about
that, okay? I really am.

It's just you gave up a coveted
research position at MIT,

- a position of a lifetime.
- Lifetime...

I'm calling because I'm...

I'm so happy.

I love my job,

and I have a great girlfriend.

And my life is amazing because of you guys.

You have a girlfriend?

This is what you're trying to tell us?

Yeah, ma.

- When can we meet her?
- One day soon enough.

Bring her for dinner.
I'll make chicken tikka.

Do you think you two have a future?

I think we'll be together
for a very long time.

Also, and this is very important,

Whatever happens, I don't want you
to feel guilty about anything, okay?

We have both always done
what was expected of us.

I want you to be safe over there, okay?

I love you, Ben.

I just want to know, was it worth it?

Yeah.

Am I interrupting?

No. Actually, I'm glad you're here.

I have something for you.

What?

Your birthday present.

This is my present?

No. This is your present.

You knew my mother?

I worked with her when I was first
administrating the Stitchers Program.

But she never worked at the program.

She did.

In fact, your mother was one of the
original designers of our technology

along with Ed.

And my father.

Kirsten, Ed and your mother

were the real visionaries behind Stitchers.

- But that's not...
- what you were led to believe. I know.

The reality is that your father
couldn't keep up with Ed and your mother

and compensated by taking credit
for her work after she died.

So your birthday gift to me

is to shatter what few beliefs I
had about what little I can remember

from my past. You shouldn't have.

You've been asking for the truth.

Now you have it.

This is Ed's handwriting.

What does he want us to remember?

After your mother died,

I promised him I would look after
you if something happened to him.

I think he wanted me to
remember that promise.

And what does he want me to remember?

Who you are.

And that your mother loved you completely.

I wish I could remember her.

All I can seem to remember is Ed.

In spite of what you
think you know about him,

Ed Clark cared about you.

He was one of most
gentle people I ever knew.

If you felt that way, why
didn't you grieve when he died?

What makes you think I didn't?

You're not the only one around here
who has trouble showing their emotions.

Hey.

- Small sips, okay?
- Thanks.

How'd it go, with your parents?

It went.

Anyways, who are you
thinking about calling?

You know, it's a tossup
between no one and nobody.

There's gotta be someone in your
family you wanna call. Your parents?

No, they walked out on me when I was 16.

I haven't seen them since.

Everyone I care about is in here with me.

Okay, what time exactly did Dr. Barmal die?

11:56 pm.

Look, I know you have trouble
with these kinds of things,

but I think it might be good
for you to say goodbye to Liam.

I did say goodbye to Liam this morning.

That's different. You thought
you were gonna see him tonight.

Protocol to inhibit deterioration
was administered when exactly?

12:01.

So she was placed in the
corpse cassette at 7:00 am.

Stitch initiated 28 minutes after that.

- Look, all I'm saying is if you care about him...
- I do care about Liam.

But right now I care more
about saving our asses

and wasting precious time
processing the emotions associated

with making a phone call
to my maybe/maybe not fiance

- to say a veiled goodbye will prevent me from helping to...
- to save our asses.

No, I get it, but here's
something you need to get.

We might die and that is something
you're gonna have to face sooner or later.

Okay.

I'm under the impression that dying
is kind of a big deal, Kirsten.

Can we just talk about stuff we know about?

I know about this.

When I was ten years
old, I had heart surgery.

Remember that scar? I
needed a valve replaced.

The doctor said I had less
than 50% chance of living.

My parents didn't think I'd survive.

And when I did, they were very
grateful. They were very scared.

They didn't want me overexerting myself.

The playground? Forget it. Sports?
Cameron's too fragile for that.

They thought if I exerted
myself, it would kill me.

So this scar is a constant reminder

of how fragile life is.

And how fragile my parents thought I was.

Well, I think that you
have proven them wrong

several times over.

Dr. Barmal killed herself to
stop the virus spreading, right?

She assumed the virus would die with her.

Yeah, and it did.

She wasn't contagious when she got here.

The lab sensors would have detected that.

Something we did activated the virus.

It went live when she was
in the corpse cassette.

Which is a frosty 33 degrees.

So the cold brought the virus back to life.

When they found her in her apartment,

she was slumped over in a scalding shower

and the heat in her apartment
was cranked to the maximum.

Wait, she took a hot shower and turned
up the heat to activate the serum?

She thought the heat would make it work.

But she just realized it too late.

Okay, wait, how hot can we make the lab?

Hot enough. We just need
the serum from Barmal's lab.

You are a genius.

- You're just getting that now?
- Crank the heat.

Who are you calling?

Fisher, it's me.

No, no, there's no cake
yet. We need your help.

Please tell me you're
not afraid of heights.

I've never wanted to dive
into the fish tank so badly.

Cooling down would defeat the
purpose of what we're trying to do.

With the temperature this
high, when we get the serum,

it should speed up the recovery process,

and in the meantime,

it may prevent the virus from spreading.

- How are you doing, Tim?
- I feel good.

- You're not sick?
- I'm too big to fail.

Fisher.

He's here. He got
Barmal's serum from Turner.

I'm accessing the elevator shaft now.

- Oh, crap.
- What?

Our security system detected a breach
at the lockdown in the elevator shaft.

_

The system isn't recognizing it's
Fisher trying to save our asses.

Damn it, we're locked out of the computer.

Can't we just unplug it? I'm sorry.

- Tell Fisher to get out of here while he can before...
- Before what?

Before all the oxygen is
sucked from the elevator shaft

and fills with halon gas
to kill any pathogens.

This lab is really
beginning to piss me off.

He has 90 seconds.

Okay, Fisher, Fisher. Can you hear me?

In less than 90 seconds, the elevator
shaft is gonna fill with halon gas

and you won't be able to breathe.

Fantastic.

Kirsten?

Kirsten!

Kirsten!

- They're locked down.
- We need to force it open.

Tim!

Save them. Save yourself.

No one else is gonna die protecting me.

Oh, my God.

- It's all in here.
- I'll start with the injections.

Okay, treat the sickest first.

Good to see you, Fisher.

Well, I heard there was cake.

Soon, Fisher, soon.

- Lockdown complete.
- Okay, so it looks good.

We've scanned the lab twice and it's clean.

- The high heat wiped out the virus.
- How about my team?

Clothes are being destroyed, and
the disinfecting protocol has worked.

Not to mention the emergency
delivery of Barmal's serum.

All of our lab work has come back clean.

There's no trace of the virus left
at all. You're cleared to leave.

Well, that was fun. Now what?

How about the rest of the day off?

Thank you, Boss.

Ugh! How are you feeling?

If I said lousy, would you come
home and nurse me back to health?

He's fine.

Thanks, Fisher.

You know, I do have a first name.

Yeah, I know. Thanks, Fisher.

You know what, guys? Best birthday ever.

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