- Previously on Stitchers... - Why do you like me?
Are you deliberately trying to sabotage this?
I really think you are worth taking a shot on.
I don't want to be anyone's shot.
You know, sometimes you can be a little bit of a bully.
Well, sometimes you can be a little bit of a stupid.
- So, what's up? - Ivy. Things were going great,
then all of a sudden, she started ghosting me.
Stay close to Linus. Make him trust you.
Help us find out where Jacqueline is.
Cameron: 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"?
Kirsten: She's gone. Her chamber... the computers,
the monitors... everything. Stinger must have found her.
Calm down, okay? It wasn't Stinger.
- How could you betray me? - I didn't mean to.
I just... Can be please talk? Where you going?
Kirsten: To be with someone that I trust.
(sobbing)
- (birds chirping) - (knocks on door)
Kirsten: Camille, are you awake?
- Unfortunately. - Kirsten: Are you alone?
Also unfortunately.
(grunts)
(sighs)
I'm really sorry about yesterday.
I shouldn't have jumped on you like that.
I was having a... real bad day.
Thanks. Sorry I called you a bully.
(chuckles) That particular shoe fit.
- Cameron screwed me. - (scoffs) It's about time.
No, I mean he betrayed me...
with Maggie.
Now that's impressive. She's completely out of his league.
No, I...
He told her something that I'd shared with him in confidence.
My mother's location.
Uh, hold on. What? You know where your mother is
and didn't try to tell me about it?
To protect you. Anyone who knows where to find her is a target.
Well, uh, thanks, I guess. (scoffs)
Cameron was the only person I told,
but then he told Maggie, and she had her moved...
again, so now I've lost her again.
Okay, uh, I'd say the first thing you need to do
is break your foot off in Cameron's ass.
I did that already. It wasn't pretty.
And second, you need to put the screws to Maggie,
get her to tell you where she moved your mother.
And third, you need to break your foot off in Cameron's ass.
I thought that was the first.
- You got two feet, girl. - Mmm.
- Where's Amanda? - (sighs)
- (rock music playing) - (gun firing in video game)
So, Maggie moved Kirsten's mother?
It's not like I knew what she was going to do with that information.
She ordered me to tell her. I had to.
Of course. Otherwise, she'd shoot you.
- (Cameron scoffs) - However...
- There's a "however"? - you did violate her trust,
- and that's big. - (sighs)
- Did you start the apology tour yet? - No, I've tried.
Well, try harder. Say nice things,
- do nice things. Just be... - Nice?
- So, how are you and Ivy? - Man, I don't know.
She's acting strange.
There's something going on with her, but I don't know what.
As they say, women are from Venus, and men are from Mars.
(eerie music plays)
(ominous notes play)
(theme music playing)
♪ Take me inside ♪
- Synced and corrected by martythecrazy - - www.addic7ed.com -
(muffled chattering)
- We're back to not knocking? - Where's my mother?
- The less you know, the better. - I think that's up to me to decide.
It's not. Our mission stays the same.
You keep stitching, we keep mapping the brain
until we have what we need to get to the other side.
I get to decide how my story ends.
- No one else. - Kirsten, wait.
Kirsten: Not for you.
She'll come around, just give her time.
You did the right thing.
Jake Rowland, 35,
an engineer at AVR,
the Aero Velocity Research Institute.
He was found shot
in the Mars simulation chamber.
AVR? That place is a fortress of awesome.
What does that even mean?
It means they're doing some really ground-breaking stuff there.
They want to put people on Mars by 2025.
(cell phone buzzes)
Maggie: AVR has high-level military contracts,
and there is a concern
- that Jake Rowland's murder - _
was an attempt to get classified information.
- Any security cameras? - Maggie: All over the place,
but the ones in and around the Mars simulator
were shut down when Jake was shot,
so we don't have much to go on.
Not until Kirsten stitches in and tells us what Jake saw...
because we know how awesome she is at doing that.
(whispers) That's nice, Cameron.
Seriously?
Well, this was fun. (chuckles)
- What's everyone's problem? - Millennials.
Hey. You okay?
- Girl problems. - Me too.
(sarcastically) Oh, look, we're twins.
We're all going through stuff.
I could use a friend, I was thinking maybe you,
but clearly not.
Sorry. (sighs)
Did you, um, hear back from Ivy yet?
She wants to get together later, talk.
Well, clarity's good.
Maybe she'll explain herself... finally.
Com check... one, two, one, two. Can you hear me, Buzz?
Is that an astronaut reference
or a Toy Story reference?
Let's just... (sighs) do this.
Induce stitch neurosync on my mark.
In three, two, one... blast off.
(whirring)
You really screwed me on this.
Come on. You can fix this.
I don't know how. Just tell me what you did.
You know I can't do that.
Kirsten: Jake's arguing with someone.
Sounds like he deliberately messed up something they were working on.
Any ID on the guy?
No. Wait, I'm being pulled somewhere else.
- (video game noises) - People are cheering.
- (people cheering, shouting) - (loud rock music playing)
Some kind of... sports event or a game I think.
- Do you know where you are? - No, I can't tell.
It's dark, noisy.
There's a sign hanging on the wall with a bee
and a lightning bolt logo on it,
"auto parts" written underneath.
Lightning bolt plus bee, "auto parts." Checking.
To think I used to love you.
Jake: Hey, Zelda, where you going?
He's having some problems with a girl named Zelda.
She's on the move again.
Looks like Jake got into a fight. He's got a black eye.
Maybe you're just projecting your feelings about me onto Jake.
Impossible. He only has one black eye.
Camille: Oh, and at the end of this round,
it's leggy blonde one, uber-nerd zero.
(whirring)
Kirsten: Back at AVR. Jake's playing a video game,
and he's at a desk somewhere.
He gets to play games at work?
No wonder it's taking us so long to get to Mars.
(gunshots)
- (car engine revs) - (tires squeal)
Kirsten: Jake was shot while leaving work.
The shooter just drove off.
- He's dying. - (heart beating)
Trying to get to a desk?
Police report said a bullet hit Jake's cell phone.
Maybe he was trying to get to another phone?
Was he trying to get to a phone?
I don't know, but he's writing something in the sand.
Can she see who it is? The name of the killer?
What's he writing?
- (alarm beeps) - Death moment in three seconds.
Make the bounce.
(beeping)
(whirring down)
Did you see what Jake wrote in the sand?
- No. - Camille.
Yeah, crime scene photos. Way ahead of you,
- but you're not gonna like this. - (beeps)
Blood and sand do not mix.
Kirsten, go to AVR, see what you can find out.
Take Cameron with you.
Oh, actually, Fisher's an outer space buff.
- Aren't you, Fish? - I don't even like Mars bars.
Perfect. I'll go get changed.
Okay, I guess I'll go get the car.
- You don't like Mars bars? - Fisher: Nah.
Maggie.
Look, I know you said this will all blow over,
but I'm telling you, I know Kirsten.
It won't. She's at an emotional simmer right now.
She's steady, but at any point, she could boil over.
You have to tell her where her mother is.
No.
- Okay, maybe I wasn't being clear. - Maybe I'm not being clear.
No matter how much you whine and moan,
I will never knowingly put any of you in danger.
We good?
Ivy: I know I owe you an explanation.
I'm really not as flaky as I'm sure you think I am.
If you tell me that you think we're not good together
or we were moving too fast, you know, I would get that.
- You're right. - Look, even a simple "sorry."
You know, "Linus, you're awesome",
"but I just don't see us happening," that would do.
I wouldn't be happy, but at least I'd know.
Yeah, I pretty much had planned to say just that.
But now that I'm with you...
I can't do it.
(sighs)
Linus...
you are so awesome.
I really do see us happening.
I really want to believe you right now,
but I don't think I can. I mean, how can I tr...
- (sighs) - That's a good start.
(chuckles)
So, how long is you and Cameron not talking going to be a thing?
Keep out of this one, Detective Fishy.
Whatever you say, Agent Clark.
You must be the agents from the NSA.
- I'm Mark Fleming. - Mr. Fleming, this is Agent Clark, NSA.
I'm Detective Fisher, LAPD.
We're very sorry to hear about Jake Rowland.
We're all devastated about Jake,
but his death brought with it a very unanticipated consequence.
More unanticipated than his murder?
Before Jake died, he took our Mars communication satellite off-line.
- (hesitantly) That sounds bad. - Worse than you can imagine.
If we can't get that satellite back on-line, we can't control it,
meaning we can't steer it away from space junk,
and if it collides with something,
it will come crashing down to Earth.
Is the government aware of this?
Yes, but their solution is for us to trigger a self-destruct
before the satellite hits its zero barrier in 48 hours.
That's how much time we have to figure this out.
Well, maybe we can help.
- NSA? How's that gonna happen? - We're more than just a pretty face.
Sure.
(door opens)
- (people chattering) - Was Jake unhappy here?
Why do you think he would sabotage the satellite?
Mark: Well, sabotage was what he was paid to do.
Fisher: I'm sorry?
Jake was our Mars project gremlin.
His job was to creatively and deliberately screw with our simulator
so that the rest of our team
could know how to deal with the unexpected.
I've heard of this. Some companies hire both a gremlin and a fixer.
Right. He would come in after hours
and work up tests and challenges for our fixer to solve.
If the fixer could solve them, great.
If not, Jake would tell the fixer what he did,
and both of them would work up a solution.
- Who's your fixer? - An engineer named Kenny Lee.
He and Jake had quite the rivalry going.
Things sometimes got pretty intense between them.
So, even though it was Jake's job to sabotage,
you still can't figure out why he would mess with an actual satellite?
Exactly, but how he did it is the problem at hand.
Whatever Jake did to the satellite was brilliant.
Hardware, software... we're at a loss.
(beeping)
Detective Fisher, this is our fixer, Kenny Lee.
We're very sorry to hear about your colleague.
Thanks.
What was your relationship like with Jake?
- Professional. - You two never argued about work?
No, we never argued. We were a team.
Mark, I really gotta get AVR-SAT2 back online.
- Uh, are you making any progress? - Not at this moment.
Did you know much about Jake? Relationships, hobbies?
We believe he was involved in some type of competitive gaming?
- He was into his games, all right. - What kind of games did he play?
I don't know what he played, who he hung out with,
or what the hell he did to our satellite.
Okay, I know you're upset,
- but we're just trying to do our jobs. - You and me both.
Any idea why if Jake was shot outside,
- he'd crawl back in here to die? - No.
You said the NSA might be able to help?
We have on our staff
the most brilliant communication engineer in the entire NSA.
He has all the right security clearances. He'd be happy to help.
I don't need help. I need to not be distracted.
Send him by.
We'll take a look at him and see if he brings anything to the party.
(elevator dings)
Any leads at AVR?
Well, your dream of living on Mars may have to wait,
Buzzkill.
Jake took a satellite off-line before he died.
AVR has less than 48 hours to fix it
before they're forced to have to self-destruct.
Have they looked at varying trace lengths based on impedance
to insure there was no sync issues?
That is exactly why they're expecting you.
- You told them about me? - Any other leads?
Not unless any of you know something about competitive video gaming.
- (cell phone beeps) - (Cameron chuckles)
Fisher: What are we looking at?
That is Kiyoshi Otatsume presenting me
with the 2010 single-player strategy category
in the World Series of Online Gaming.
Ugh. Do you do anything cool?
- See? - (crowd cheering on phone)
- Yo, where is that? - The Staples Center.
- That is a massive crowd. - Eight thousand people.
No one is getting killed over this.
I want to kill myself watching it, though.
Hey, I found your lightning bolt and bee logo.
Belongs to an abandoned automotive warehouse.
Well, I'll follow up on the gaming angle to be sure.
- Care to help? - Cameron: Uh, why don't I go with you,
since I know the world and all?
Good luck. Hey, mind if I go with you to AVR?
- But you don't know... - Great, you can drive.
- (beeping) - This is very cool!
(chuckles) Kenny Lee.
This is Dr. Linus Ahluwalia, Agent Camille Engelson.
They're from the NSA. They're here to give us a hand.
What do either of you know about satellites?
Uh, I know they're less complicated than what we work with all day.
Really? So what do you think about the quantum
tunneling effect at smaller process nodes?
With newer technologies, we've moved to 3D geometries
on the chip, such as tri-gate transistors.
Fourteen nanometers reduces leakage power.
- Obviously. - 480 VDC through a 500 ohm resistor
- should equal how much voltage? - None.
It equals current in amps and power in watts, not volts...
0.96 amps and 460.8 watts,
if I'm being exact, which I always am.
How about you?
Sorry, I don't speak pissing contest.
(laughs) Work with them.
- (knocks) - Come in, close the door.
What I'm about to show you stays between us.
- Where'd you get these? - I hired a PI off the books
to follow Ivy for a few days. I wanted to see what we could see
while also keeping it off the NSA radar.
Well, clearly we have a problem.
Or an opportunity.
- (buzzing) - Linus: Damn it.
Every time I think I've got the problem figured out.
You're using the wrong file extension.
You're gonna teach me how to run system diagnostics now?
Yes, because you're not running anything.
Hell, you're barely crawling. You're welcome.
(beeping)
Uh, what was that all about?
- I just needed some air. - Is that it?
- How'd your talk with Ivy go? - We're back on track.
She's coming here later. She wants to bring me dinner.
- Well, can't win 'em all. - I thought you were past that with Ivy.
You two seemed to get along.
Not as well as you and Amanda in the kitchen.
- What did you say to her? - I may have simply put her on notice
about using you to get information back to Stinger Senior.
Why would you do that?
Because I'm trying to protect all our asses, Linus.
Who asked you to? And here's something,
you're no genius when it comes to relationships,
so just stay out of mine!
I'm sorry. I know things between you and Amanda are...
- What? - We need her.
Who?
Amanda.
(muffled rock music playing)
(people cheering, shouting)
♪ I want to take you, I want to take you ♪
Woman: Come on! Go! Go, yeah! Come on!
Do it! Do it!
♪ Come on, can you come and see, just see me? ♪
(shouting, cheering)
Look at this.
- Oh. Blondie, we're home. - (scoffs)
- (video games noises) - (shouting, cheering)
Cameron: This game is a top-down battle arena. I'm great at these.
Kirsten: That's Zelda in the ring, from the stitch.
I also saw that guy.
Woman: Come on! Whoo!
I'm gonna go poke around.
(music continues, muffled)
(keyboard clacking)
Whoa. I'm in the wrong business.
(beeping)
(music continues)
Hey. Found some interesting stuff on the backroom computer.
- Yeah? - Yeah, this place is generating
tens of thousands of dollars a night,
and Jake Rowland was recently on a roll,
winning most of his matches against Zelda.
Yeah, I'm wondering if the competition between Jake and Zelda
got a little heated and she killed him?
Zelda. Yeah, okay. Got it.
Okay, here's another thing, there's no Internet access here,
so the entire gaming system is completely off the grid.
Probably to make it unhackable, preserve the integrity of the game.
Right. Right. Let's get going, see what else is on these files.
Well, actually, I think I'm gonna stick around, see what I can learn.
Uh, okay. You do that.
Hey, hey. Look, look, come on.
- You can't stay mad at me forever. - Challenge accepted.
(music, cheering continues)
(video game noises)
- (explosion) - (loud cheering)
(shouting)
Another win for Zelda! Yeah! Yeah!
(wolf whistles)
♪ See I saw you sitting there on a sidewalk ♪
- Hi. You're new here? - Huh. Yeah.
- First time? - Mm-hmm.
(laughs) I can tell. You've got that look.
- I'm Zelda. - Apparently.
- (laughs) What's your name, noob? - Cameron.
- So what's the game? - War Zone.
- Huh. Never heard of it. - You wouldn't.
- It's not available to the public. - Really?
- Then who developed it? - Nobody knows,
- but he or she is a genius. - Hmm.
That's Rick. He's kind of a promoting machine.
He put together this whole underground digital fight club.
What? Do people bet on the matches?
(laughs) Yeah. Money makes everything more intense.
A guy got his nose broken yesterday. It was awesome.
All right! It's open competition time!
Five hundred dollars to whoever can last two minutes against DK!
One thousand dollars whoever wins their level!
(people shouting)
Hey, you with the hair.
Yeah, you. Come on up.
Good luck, noob.
DK. Line it up.
You're right here, up there.
Let's get it on!
(rock music playing)
(video game explosions)
Come on!
- (explosion) - (crowd cheering)
- Whoo! - (Rick shouting)
(music stops)
And the winner is... What's your name, bro?
- Cameron. - Cameron!
- Yeah. (laughs) - DK: What the...?
- Good work, noob. - No way.
- You cheated! - (grunts)
- (crowd murmurs)
I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.
- (crowd shouting) - (music continues)
- You kicked ass out there. - Oh.
Thanks. Does it always get this physical?
People take War Zone very seriously.
Oh. Actually, I heard someone talking
about some guy who died the other day.
Jake... Jake something. Did you know him?
Uh, yeah. I didn't like him very much.
He was a little full of himself, but, uh...
we were good in the ring together.
- You guys played each other? - Yeah. A lot.
(Rick claps)
- Hey, new guy, how's the eye? Eye good? - Yeah, yeah, it's throbbing,
- but, you know. - That's good. Look, um...
would you be interested in coming back?
I think you're a natural. You had this place going nuts tonight.
- Yeah, yeah, game on. - Great. All right.
Good. Well, get some rest, and I'll see you soon.
Cool.
Next time he's in here, find out what you can about him.
Great work, Zelda.
- (cell phone clicks) - (line ringing)
(beeps)
- Hey. - Ivy (on phone): Hey.
Just checking in if now's a good time.
- I'd be there in about 15. - Perfect. Uh, just let me know
when you get here, and I'll meet you outside. Security's nuts.
- Sounds good. Can't wait. - Linus: Me too.
(phone beeps, clatters)
You know, your father once paid someone to kill me?
Good thing he didn't succeed,
otherwise, we wouldn't be sitting here.
- Well, at least I wouldn't. - (door opens)
- Ms. Brown. - You want to tell me why I'm here?
How long have you been in contact with your father?
I'm not.
We know as well as you do that you've been seeing Daniel Stinger.
Wherever you're getting your information from is... incorrect.
- I want a lawyer. - Yeah, that's not really our thing.
He came to me.
Wanted me to help him. I told him no.
End of story.
That sounds a lot like a story with only a beginning and a middle.
Not sure I trust the ending.
- What is gonna happen to me? - Well, that all depends on you.
(beeping)
- What is all of this? - I realized it wasn't software,
so then I thought the problem was hardware,
- but I was wrong. - Best the NSA has to offer, huh?
- Who's this? - Oh, relax, Ace. She's with me.
Amanda. It's good to see ya.
Is it?
So, this is what we're working with.
Amanda: Yeah, that is definitely some bloody sand.
- But you see it, right? - Yeah, I see it.
What do you need?
Space.
Mars is all yours.
Ah! Nice of you to show up.
Camille and Linus are on their way from AVR.
The refractory period is over. What the hell happened?
Underground video gaming. It is unbelievable.
It's literally unlike anything I've ever experienced.
It's better than sex... Excuse me.
Uh, about last night...
Oh. Yeah. This. I discovered my new favorite, ah, hobby.
Getting hit in the face?
Did Zelda do that to you?
Look, not every girl I know wants to punch me in the face.
Just you.
Well, did you find something out at least?
Not yet, but I'm going back there tonight to see what I can find.
I'm sure you can use your face to beat the information out of someone.
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Come on, aren't you a little concerned about me?
Of course.
- Please be careful. - Mmm.
- You're no good to me dead. - (groans)
Close enough.
Cameron: Tell me what you see, K.
Jake and Zelda are having an argument.
I am not feeling the love here.
You don't know what you're talking about.
Yeah. I'm not seeing any oxytocin spikes with them.
Quel dommage.
No, you're cheating. No one is that good.
- You don't understand. - Zelda just accused Jake of cheating.
We're in AVR. Jake's got a copy of the game up.
- He beat the game. - So, he was cheating.
Wait. Zelda said that the game wasn't public,
so how does Jake have it on his computer?
(beeping)
Got another memory hotspot coming up.
Stand by, K. Moving you to another level.
- Hell of a game, Jake. - Thanks.
Kirsten: Jake just won a boatload of money...
- Rick: Here. - Kirsten: but he's...
really being quite awkward about it.
Right, because he was cheating?
He's putting up a satellite dish of some kind.
- Cameron: Where? - Uh, I'm not sure.
Rooftop somewhere?
- (beeping) - Eighteen seconds.
You're lying. I'm tired of you being so secretive.
I just need you to trust me, okay?
I can't explain it to you right now.
Jake and Kenny are arguing.
So, that's it? You're just leaving?
I promise you, it will all make sense soon.
Forget it. Just tell me what you did to the rover,
- or Mark is gonna fire me. - He's not gonna fire you!
I told you, I'm not gonna let that happen.
You can do this. Stop overthinking everything.
It's just a game. Trust me, okay?
(heart beating)
- Time's up! - Make the bounce!
(beeping)
(breathes heavily)
Kenny didn't kill Jake, and they weren't just coworkers or friends.
- They were lovers. - Well, why hide it?
Well, AVR has a strict dating policy. They would've been fired.
Did Jake tell Kenny how he gremlined the rover?
Not that I saw,
so I doubt he would've told him how he gremlined the satellite.
But if Kenny didn't kill Jake, then who did?
I've got Amanda working on that as we speak.
Good timing. I was just about to run the simulation.
Ladies, gentlemen, without further ado,
I captured the area in high-def, digitized it,
and by analyzing the blood-spread pattern,
reversed the shifting sand and digitally recreated
whatever Mr. Rowland's final message was.
Let's roll back the sands of time, shall we?
(sighs)
(beeping)
Cameron: What is that?
Camille: Looks like a pattern of some kind?
- I thought it would be a name. - Yeah, me too.
- Zelda. - Zelda didn't kill Jake.
And you know this because you know her so well?
It's just... it's just not the vibe I got.
Vibe? We solve our cases by vibe now?
I'm definitely getting a vibe here.
Okay. I'm going back to the warehouse, see what else I can find out.
Cameron, wait.
Look, we can't keep doing this to each other, Stretch.
Just me being mad at you, you being mad at me, it's... (sighs)
It's turning me into someone I'm not.
I don't like being this mad at you either.
I just... I don't...
- I don't know how to stop. Not yet. - (sighs)
Just...
please don't do anything stupid while I'm figuring it out, okay?
I'll try.
Oh, good. The amateurs who are here to help fix nothing are leaving.
I know you're hurting, but we're all here to help.
What's your skill then, hmm? Electronics?
Astrophysics? Satellite communications? Engineering?
- What's your super power? - Death.
Death is my super power.
Seems like you got this. I'm gonna head out.
Umm, can I call you later?
I don't think that's a good idea.
I mean, work is work and I'm happy to help,
but... as far as you and I go...
we're just on totally different planets.
Is this because of what I said?
I gotta go. Take care of yourself.
Yeah.
- What? Let's get back to work. - What's the point?
We're gonna have to initiate self-destruct
and blow our bird out of the sky in a matter of hours,
so this freak show is over anyway.
Wait.
Jake had another workstation here, didn't he?
Someplace with a couch?
- How did you know that? - Show us.
(computers beeping)
He would work down here sometimes
when he didn't want Mark to pester him.
Nobody knew about it.
- Except you. - Except me.
Never gets any easier, does it?
One way or another, we always lose the things we love.
But if we find it, it doesn't matter.
Because it's worth it.
(beeps)
How did you know Jake's password?
(keyboard clacking)
Well, there's nothing on here about Rick.
There it is. There's the game. War Zone.
Shove. Let me see something.
- (beeps) - Huh.
Well, there are 41 iterations of the game.
- Kenny: What does that mean? - It means Jake created it.
- Shove. Let me see something. - All right.
(beeping)
Linus: Someone has been working overtime.
Jake made a recent addition
to the very end of the final level of the game,
but... it's encrypted.
Okay, so Jake anonymously created a game,
and then made money off winning that game
in a competitive underground gaming circuit?
The computers at the warehouse weren't connected to the Internet.
How could Jake have altered the game in the warehouse from here?
I know how.
I know why we couldn't figure out
how Jake gremlined the satellite.
- It's because he didn't. - Then why is it off-line?
It's not. It's just not pointed towards Mars.
Well, where's it aimed then?
- There. - Kirsten: That's the warehouse.
Jake put a satellite dish on the roof next door.
Which would explain how he was able to download the game
from here to the closed system at the warehouse.
Jake gremlined the warehouse, not AVR.
- Let's re-aim that satellite. - How long do we have?
Two hours before self-destruct.
Look, Jake focused it there for a reason.
We owe it to him to find out why.
(crowd shouting)
- (video game noises) - (rock music playing)
- You ready to take me on? - Absolutely.
- I'll see you out there. - All right.
(music continues, muffled)
- Hey, what's up? - He's NSA.
What did you do?
(sighs, chuckles)
I'm sure it's nothing.
Sneak that back to him.
Hey.
Don't worry about anything, all right?
(sighs)
Like you said, noob...
- (gun cocks) - game on.
Kirsten: Cameron.
Oh. Hey, so, did you come to cheer me on or discourage me?
Inspire you. You have to win this match.
- Why? - We think Jake coded a message,
and it's hidden at the end of the final level of War Zone,
but it's only accessible for the next 45 minutes
until we have to reposition the satellite.
Okay, nothing you just said makes any sense to me.
Just win the freaking game, and it will.
(rock music playing)
Rick: All right, all right, all right.
The match we've all been waiting for.
The noob versus our very own Zelda!
(cheering)
He knows you're NSA. Get out while you can.
Not until I win this match.
- Rick: Noob. - It's your funeral.
Rick: Zelda. Ready?
- And begin. - (video game noises)
- (rock music playing) - (crowd cheering, shouting)
(shouts)
♪ Ain't gonna take it slowly ♪
(crowd cheering)
- Bro, she's kicking your ass. Give up. - Yeah, I think I know that.
How much time do we have before Kenny and Camille
reposition the satellite?
- A couple minutes. - (Cameron sighs) Okay.
- Zelda. - You're going down this round.
- Jake needs your help. - Don't you mean you need my help?
No, Jake. He's waiting for us at the end of this game.
He left us a message, and I think it has to lead to his killer.
Why should I believe you?
Because you want to see how this ends as badly as I do.
Look, War Zone was designed
so that one player can't let another player win.
If I take it easy on you,
the computer's gonna take over my game play.
Then we have to beat the computer...
- together. - Rick: All right, final round.
Noob, Zelda, you ready? And begin.
- (rock music playing) - (crowd shouting, cheering)
- (crowd booing) - Play, noob.
Rick: Hey, what the hell are you guys doing?
Play him right now! Zelda!
- (video game noises) - He's not winning.
Rick: Okay. Everybody, everybody.
(people shouting)
- (explosion) - (beeps)
Woman: What?
- (crowd murmuring) - What is that?
That looks like a pattern of some sort.
It's a pattern from AVR. It's a passcode.
Man: What is this? Come on!
(beeping)
(Rick laughs) What is this?
(clangs)
Jake: If you're seeing this, then I'm already gone.
My name is Jake Rowland,
and I created the game War Zone.
Rick DeToro, he took advantage of my secret,
he threatened everything that I cared about...
All right, this is some kind of a joke.
and turned War Zone and me
- into his own cash machine. - No, no, no, no. This is...
- I don't know what's going on! - He forced me to play
- and rigged the odds. Well, Rick... - All right!
my secret's out now.
So is yours.
- (crowd shouting) - (beeping)
- Okay, stay back! Everybody get back! - (people scream)
- (grunts) - Game over!
Well played, DK.
Mm-hmm.
Rick DeToro? You're under arrest for the murder of Jake Rowland.
(sighs)
- Yeah. - Jake would've liked you.
(acoustic guitar music playing)
♪ Love gives you eyes that cannot see ♪
So, I guess your vibe about Zelda was right.
Guess so.
♪ I waited all this time ♪
Look, I...
I'm really sorry I betrayed your trust.
- I know. - I don't want to lose you...
but I don't know how to fix this.
♪ Well, I've been waiting round ♪
Fix us.
Me neither.
♪ And the sky's been falling down ♪
♪ But the world keeps spinning round ♪
- Ivy? - I need a friend.
Me too.
♪ 'Cause I've been waiting round ♪
♪ And I've been falling down ♪
♪ But the world keeps spinning round ♪
♪ Who are you loving now? ♪
(theme music playing)
- Synced and corrected by martythecrazy - - www.addic7ed.com -