01x07 - About Last Night

[bunniefuu]

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[SIGHS]

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Eddie.

Hmm.

Eddie, wake up.

Hmm?

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Sam.

Don't, don't.

Trust me, we're naked.

What? How did this happen?

You don't know either?

No. I don't even remember you
coming over last night.

Do you think we...?

I think we'd remember if we...

Oh, you'd remember.

Where are my clothes?

Oh. What the hell?

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What'd you do with my clothes?

I don't know. Mine are gone, too.

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- What are you doing?
- Borrowing a shirt.

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[EXHALES SHARPLY]

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[SIGHS] It's okay. This is just a dream.

No, no, not a dream.

I always keep my phone on my nightstand.

It's not there or anywhere
in my apartment.

I didn't see yours either.

No clothes, and my wallet
was in my pants.

So our clothes are gone,
our phones are gone,

and our wallets are M.I.A.

And we don't remember anything
that happened last night.

Maybe we were drugged?

♪

[GASPS]
- So sorry.

My patients are normally dead.

Well, it must have been a wild night.

You two don't remember anything?

Last thing I remember is lunch.

Suppose you could have been
roofied and rolled,

though the people who do that
don't normally

drive you home and tuck you in.

I think we drove ourselves home.

My SUV was at my place.

None of this makes any sense.

All right. Arm, please.

[GROANS]

Whoa. Wait. "ES4."

I don't remember writing that
on my finger.

Well, if you were roofied,
you'd have no memory

of what you wrote or anything
else you may have done

while under the influence.

Wouldn't we have just passed out?

No, you'd be functional

and also quite, um, uninhibited.

♪

Now, if you were given
a c*ck of drugs,

you could lose your memory
of events which took place

even before you were drugged.

A c*ck of drugs?

A-are you gonna be able to tell
us exactly what we ingested?

Yes, I will indeed.

I'm gonna check in with Berto.

Uh, can I use your phone?

There's a-a land line in my office.

Wait. You're not gonna tell him, right?

♪

[DOOR CLOSES]

Mick, can you check
my blood alcohol, too?

It's just, if I don't remember,
then I don't know.

Four months sober.

Of course.

Will you keep the results
just between you and me.

I'll be as discreet as the dead.

♪

[SIGHS]

Hey.

Oh, you know what?
Can I, uh, take a quick peek

at the phone logs from yesterday?

O... kay.

- This is it?
- Just incoming calls

from that new client
that you had off campus.

Oh, yeah, that, uh... the client meeting.

How did that go anyway?

You guys went radio silent right after.

You're here. I called you,
like, a million times,

and you didn't come home last night.

You didn't return my calls, either.

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Well, our, um...

Our phones and our wallets,
they were stolen.

[EXHALES SHARPLY]

Both of you guys were robbed?

Are you okay? Should I call the cops?

- No. Mnh-mnh.
- No, don't call the cops. Not yet.

Yeah, The Smoking g*n
could pick it up, you know?

That's publicity none of us need.

You know what you can do? Why
don't you run our credit cards,

see if anyone's used
in the last 24 hours.

We can try to track your phones, too.

In the meantime,
you guys will need these.

Uh, so, you know, the new client,

I had all their info stored on my phone.

So do you have their number?

Yeah, we told them
we would get back to them

- today with an update.
- You don't remember.

- Uh, what you talking about?
- Remember what?

Besides, they'll be here
in a few minutes.

- Who... who will be here?
- The new client.

The one you met with yesterday.

Named J. Jarvis.

- I love J. Jarvis.
- Yes.

Could you send, uh...
Send that person in.

♪

They slept together.

Don't... don't say that.

They're acting weird,
and she didn't come home.

[SIGHS]


Want to make a bet?

No!

That's so wrong.

Come on. Bet.

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[SIGHS]

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[SIGHS]

Do you think they know?

I mean, I'm pretty good at hiding stuff,

but they probably saw right through you.

Probably.

I just... I don't remember
meeting a J. Jarvis.

I don't even remember
if it's a man or a woman.

- What are you looking at?
- This is my case notepad.

I found it between the seats of my car.

I wrote down some notes from yesterday.

Look. "Sunset. Georgio. MKim.
Falling Cap R..."

What do you think it means?

At this point, no idea.

Usually just jot down key words.

In case anyone finds this,
they can't use it.

Hmm. So secret, you can't even crack it.

♪

- What is it?
- Well, it's a business card,

but there's nothing on it.

Okay, cryptic notes, a blank white card,

letters on my hand, and no memory.

I mean, I feel like I'm in an
episode of "The Twilight Zone."

Oh.

Maybe our client can help us.

♪

She even look familiar?

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Not even a little.

Maybe we should admit that
we don't remember her case.

Let me handle it.

[SIGHS]

Well, it's nice to see you
again, Ms. Jarvis.

Yesterday you were calling me Jackie.

[CHUCKLES] I liked that much better.

Hello, Sam.

Hello... again.

How... How can we help you today, Jackie?

Well, as you can see, case closed.

♪

They don't call us
the fastest-working P.I.s

in town for nothing.

Ah, you're hilarious.

I am?

Well, Trevor came back
on his own, obviously.

So Trevor's no longer missing.

No, he... he's right where he should be.

Say hello to the nice people, Trevor.

- Trevor.
- Mm.

Oh, of course. He looks
exactly like his picture.

He's very photogenic.
And I was so relieved.

I honestly thought he'd been stolen.

After all, he is a purebred
Yorkie with papers.

That is a very highly,
highly sought-after breed

in the black-market pet trade.

Uh, you're... you're really lucky.

And I sincerely apologize if I
led you on a wild goose chase.

Now, how much do I owe you?

♪

How does a case about
a lost dog get us drugged?

The only way to find out
is to retrace our steps.

We need to follow the same
investigative path we took.

First we have to figure out
where the hell that path is.

[KNOCK ON DOOR]

BERTO: Hey, Eddie, I
found a couple charges

on your credit card from yesterday.

Lunch at Chaco's Taco Truck...
I know that's you.

What else?

Gas purchase at 3:00, coffee at 4:00,

and a charge at 8:00 p.m.

at a place called the Sunset Bistro.

Sunset Bistro? Wait.

Sunset? I know that place.

♪

Why would we come to a café
to look for a lost dog?

I'm as much in the dark as you are.

I can't believe I used to
willfully get blackout drunk.

It was awful then, too.

Does it bother you
not knowing what happened?

Deeply.

[INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS]

♪

You two lovebirds back so soon?

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Yeah, well, um, we loved the tapas.

[SIGHS]

- You just had drinks.
- Drinks?

Remember, sweetie, we had
tapas for lunch yesterday.

We came here later for drinks.

Sorry. He never remembers anything.

Just like your high-school friend's name?

I would have got it for you,
but he paid cash.

Uh, yeah, yeah. My high-school friend.

You mean the, uh, guy with the hair?

Yeah, the guy with the beard
and the black baseball cap?

- Sweetie, I forgot something else.
- Hmm?

I have a doctor's appointment.

- We got to go.
- Whoops. Bye.

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What friend from high school
was he talking about?

That's the question I ask
when I'm tailing someone

and need to get their name,

which means that guy with the beard...

And the black baseball cap... is
the person we were following.

You think he's a dognapper?
Maybe he stole Trevor?

[CELLPHONE RINGS]

[BEEP]

Hey, Monica.

MONICA: Sam, I was going through
all the gossip websites

to see if there were any
paparazzi photos from yesterday,

and there's something you should see.

♪

I found something on Tabloid Junkie's

PicFace account,
but before I show it to you,

is there anything you want to tell us?

- No.
- No.

Okay.

♪

Still nothing you want to tell us?

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What? That? I... I can explain that.

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It's... It's a ruse.

Sam and I, we were, um... uh...

We were posing as a couple.

Yes, yes, for the investigation.

Really? 'Cause that looks pretty real.

So real.

But, you know, then again,

I am a really good actress, you guys.

Why were you two posing as a couple?

Because we were tailing somebody
that was at the Sunset Bistro.

That guy right there.

See that guy with the, uh,

beard and the black baseball cap?

W-w-wait. That's him. That must've
been the guy we were tailing.

- Yeah.
- Wait. "Must've"?

You guys don't recognize
the guy you were tailing?

♪

Okay, fine. Fine.

This is... This is getting ridiculous.

The truth is, Sam and I,
we were apparently drugged

working the Jackie Jarvis case.

Drugged? As in...?

As in we have no memory
of the last 24 hours.

The whole day is a complete blank.

That is so eerie.

Are you guys okay?

We're fine, but we could
use a little help

trying to figure out what the
hell happened to us yesterday.

I can access your phone's cloud
data, pull your GPS logs.

That should be able to tell us
where you were yesterday

and help reconstruct the day.

Sam, have you checked your e-mail?

No, uh, because my phone was stolen.

MONICA: I'm checking it now.

♪

Here.

You have a Rideshare receipt
from last night at 2:00 A.M.

Wait. You took a Rideshare
and I drove my car home?

So how did you end up...?

Does it say from where?

The receipt maps the ride. Um...

You came from east of downtown
back to Eddie's apartment.

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Um, east of downtown,
that's an industrial area.

What were you guys doing there?

Right. You don't remember.

Go map our day, and see
if you can track down

the Rideshare driver.

Find out if there was anything
unusual about the trip

or if anyone was with Sam.

Got it.

So...

So...

Was it a ruse?

I mean, it had to have been, right?

Listen, whatever happened,
we'll find the answers.

I promise.

You sure we want to?

♪

Listen, I have this thing
I need to take care of.

I'll meet you back here
in an hour or so, okay?

Yeah, sure.

♪

I'm winning this bet.

- You heard the man.
- He said the kiss was a ruse.

ZEUS: But was it?

I-I don't know.

We were hit with a c*ck of drugs,

so I'm pretty sure that my brain
wasn't running the show.

And I know you don't like it
when you're not in control.

Did you sleep with her?

Sleep, yes. Anything else...

No idea.

Neither of us knows.

Well, then no harm, no foul.

But the question isn't, did you?

The question is, do you want to?

She's a celebrity, Zeus.

Last place I ever want to be is
in someone else's spotlight.

But you do have feelings for her, hmm?

♪

That feeling, the ones you get
when you let your guard down,

that's what life's about, my brother.

♪

Hey, let me... let me
see that for a second.

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Hi. I'm Sam, and I'm an alcoholic.

ALL: Hi, Sam.

Until yesterday, I was 108 days sober.

But then I woke up this morning
in bed with someone,

and I have no idea how
I got there or what we did.

Until about 20 minutes ago,

best-case scenario was I was roofied.

But then I saw a photo of myself
in a restaurant

with a drink in my hand.

I wish it was funny.

I do. I wish I could tell
a joke, but I can't,

because it hasn't been that long
since I got out of rehab.

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The worst part is...

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...I don't know what happened.

I don't know if I had a drink.

But if I did, then...

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[SIGHS]

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You should have called.

That's what a sponsor's for.

Hey, Tina. I would've, but...

It's okay.

People slip all the time.

It's what you do after that
matters, and you came here.

[SIGHS] Yeah, well,
it would be a lot easier

if I could pretend it didn't happen.

The worst part is, I don't even
know if I took a drink.

Then you better find out.
'Cause here, we don't pretend.

You need to know.

You still keeping with the journal?

Most days I just write,
"I didn't drink today."

What am I supposed to write today?

If you don't have a drink today,
that's enough.

That's the beauty.
Every day, you get to choose.

Don't be afraid of that empty page.

I know it may look blank, but it's not.

There's answers there.

Hey, I think there's something
on that blank card.

I think there's something
on that blank card.

- What?
- What?

Okay, why would you keep a blank card

unless it isn't really blank?

♪

Let me see your hand.

I have one, too.

We were at a club? Give me that.

♪



That's south of Hollywood.

Yeah. I thought I knew every club in L.A.

Never heard of this one before.

What do you think the "O" stands for?

Well, there's only one way
to find out. Come on.

♪

This must be it.

[CELLPHONE VIBRATES, CLICKS]

Hello?

I have been trying you all day.

Berto just told me you lost your phone.

Yeah, yeah. Uh, is everything all right?

Aside from the fact that you
stood me up last night?

- I stood you up?
- Uh, yeah.

Or did you forget
we were supposed to meet

for a drink at Georgio's after my shift?

Oh, uh, Chris, I-I'm sorry.

Things just got
a little crazy last night.

Look, stuff comes up, Eddie. I get it.

But with or without benefits,
don't blow me off.

Next time, find a way to call.

- I will.
- [BEEP]

[SIGHS]

♪

Georgio's... I was supposed to

meet Christine there last night.

Apparently, I blew her off.

- That's great.
- No, it's not.

No, I mean, for the timeline.

What time were you supposed to meet her?

She said after her shift, so 11:00 p.m.?



I guess you were planning on
waking up naked with her.

Look, I know you, Eddie.
You wouldn't have stood her up

without calling, which means
by 11:00 p.m. we were drugged.

Yeah, or something else
was happening at that time.

Maybe whatever it was happened in there.

♪

[OTEP'S "SEDUCE & DESTROY" PLAYS]

♪ Open wide What is this place?

♪

[BEEP]

♪

♪ And when the medicine ran out ♪

♪ And when we didn't speak for days ♪

I think those people recognize me.

Take it easy. It's just your imagination.

I have a bad feeling about this place.

♪ I could hide inside your smile ♪

♪ Say [WOMAN MOANING]

♪ "Do you want to play?"

♪ Bang
- This is a sex club.

Wait. Why would we
come here to find a dog?

- ♪ Blow you away
- That's not the first explanation

that comes to mind.

- Here, look.
- Mistress Kim.

♪ You'll be my toy
- Yeah.

♪ To seduce and destroy

"MKim," like in my notes.

- ♪ You'll be my toy
- WOMAN: Oh, it's you two.

- ♪ To seduce and destroy
- I hoped you'd come back for a session,

especially you.

I know you've been bad.

Uh, yeah.

Um, mind if we ask
a-a couple questions first?

Still nervous? I love virgin couples.

I'll answer anything you want
if you say yes to the session.

Uh, yes?

Too tentative.

You should be punished for that.

- Severely.
- Uh, Eddie?

Uh, punish her in a minute. Just...

But first, have you seen this guy?

He didn't come here for a session.

So he was here?

Well, did he have a meeting
with Mistress Kim?

Not questions you should ask.

You shouldn't have come back.

Why not? What does this
have to do with the dog?

You need to leave.

Or what, you'll spank us?

♪

What the hell?

Well, we must have hit a nerve.

Speaking of nerve, "You can
punish her in a minute"?

What? Would you rather
she punish you first?

[TIRES SQUEALING]

- Hey!
- [SCREAMS]

♪

Get off me!

♪

[TIRES SQUEAL]

KIM: I understand
you were looking for me.

A dangerous proposition,
especially for a private d*ck.

You're Mistress Kim?

Look, I... I think we got off
on the wrong foot here.

We were just trying to get some answers.

I'd like some answers myself.

Why were you asking about Trevor?

- Trevor?
- You took us because of him?

What is your interest in him?

If you lie to me, I will know.

We were hired to find him.

By whom?

- We won't reveal our...
- His owner.

His owner? Meaning what?

Meaning the person who owns him?

And why did this owner
want you to find Trevor?

Uh...

Because he was lost.

And valuable. He's a purebred.

Purebred?

Yeah, Trevor has papers.

Papers?

Is that some kind of code?

Code? No, it's just a fact.

We are talking about Trevor, right?

Yes, Trevor Stark,

the man you were asking about at my club.

Man? We were looking for a dog.

♪

You don't really expect me to believe

such an idiotic story?

♪

Uh, well, it's the only answer
you're gonna get.

♪

You have no idea
what you're dealing with.

Stop looking for Trevor Stark,
or this ends badly for you.

♪

Can you imagine having a whole
day wiped from your head?

Be an interesting experiment.

If you erased someone's worst
day or someone's best day,

would it change who someone is?

Hmm.

The driver's name is Rupert.
That must be him.

Rupert, thanks for showing up.

You said there was something
in it for me, so...

Now, do you remember giving
this woman a ride last night?

Oh, yeah. Most memorable
night of my life.

I should have paid them.

- Them?
- Her and some guy.

Looked like they'd been
partying pretty hard.

What do you mean?

Better if you see for yourself.

Dash cam.

♪

I put down a towel.

We need you to hand over the
memory card from your dash cam.

No one can see this ever.
I wish I could unsee it.

You'll have to buy me a new card.

♪

Now, Rupert.

♪

♪

Would you stop looking
at the Rideshare video?

I can't. It's hypnotic.

♪

- Morning, Eddie.
- Hey, Sam here yet?

I'm here.

♪

Something wrong?

- Not with me.
- Nothing's wrong.

♪

Did you find out anything
about Trevor Stark?

Yeah, he's a sales rep from Arizona.

Distributes janitorial supplies.

Why were we hired to find
a guy who sells mops?

You weren't.

I dug deeper, and the hospital listed

on Stark's birth certificate,
it burned down 10 years ago

along with all the birth records.

It's a classic way to create a false I.D.

So not only was Trevor not a dog,

he's not even a Trevor?

Well, who is he? I don't know.

That's the question we need
to ask Jackie Jarvis.

Yeah, except there is no Jackie Jarvis.

There's no record of her on the web

and the phone that
she called us from was a burner

and it went offline
as soon as she left here.

Jackie Jarvis is a ghost.

What about the Rideshare driver?

Did you get anything from him?

♪

What?

♪

Uh, Eddie?

♪

Yeah.

We're...

Yep.

I can't. I just can't.

If I was with her, then how did
my car get to my house?

It's like the X-rated version
of "Ferris Bueller's Day Off."

So, want to see how we've reconstructed

your missing day so far?

I pulled your phone's
GPS data off the cloud,

and we were able to
put together a rough idea

- of where you went.
- Run me through it.

First stop, you already know...
Sunset Bistro at 8:00 P.M.

And then at 9:30, you drove to
somewhere here in Hollywood.

Yeah, the "O" club.

Huh. You went to a sex club.
Of course you did.

It's not what you think.
We were following Trevor Stark.

Of course you were.

We'll need you to do a little background

on the, uh, club's owner, okay?

Mistress Kim.

SAM: How do you know Mistress Kim?

I saw her speak at an
entrepreneurs seminar

for successful women.

♪

Right.

Uh, after Hollywood, you ended
up in this area of Encino

from about 10:30 to midnight,

and that's when your phones went dark.

Then at 2:00 a.m., you caught
your Rideshare home.

Yeah, we were probably
tailing Trevor Stark

after he left the "O" club in Hollywood.

It was late. Maybe we followed him home.

Okay, so we know what "Sunset"
is, "Georgio," "MKim."

Now it's "Falling Cap R." What's that?

Wait. There's a street in Encino
called Falling Leaf Drive.

I lived right by it
when I first moved to L.A.

- Do you think maybe...
- Berto, show me what's on that street.

♪

Here's a street view.

♪

Zoom in on that rental sign right there

in front of that house.

[KEYBOARD CLACKING]

Capstone Realty. That's Cap R.

We must've followed Trevor Stark
to his rental house

on Falling Leaf Drive.

♪

[DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE]

Let's try around back.

SAM: How did we go
from here to being naked

- in the back seat of a car?
- I don't know.

Nothing about this case makes sense.

♪

♪

No identification on any of the victims,

but their tattoos and, uh,
physiques indicate ex-military.

Yeah, well, so does
the close-quarter combat.

Indeed. Cause of death runs the gamut...

strangulation, blunt-force
trauma, broken neck.

Similarities in the secondary injuries

suggest a single attacker.

You're saying one guy did all this?

Yes. It does appear that these
gentlemen took on Batman...

and lost.

♪

[SIGHS]

All right, Eddie, play time's over.

- Who are the dead guys?
- Why are you asking me?

Because neighbors saw you
and Sam here two nights ago

right before these men showed up.

- Who are they?
- [CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKING]

Um...

I don't know.

No games, Eddie, not with four bodies.

What were you doing here?

♪

Sam, um, while your partner
there gets his a*s kicked,

I wanted to let you know
that your lab results came in.

As I suspected,
you and Eddie were drugged

with hybridized scopolamine.

Hybridized scuttle-what-amine?

It's commonly referred to
as The Devil's Breath.

Thieves will use it in its powdered form.

They hold it in their palms
and then, like...

[BLOWS AIR] Sorry.

...blow it into
an unsuspecting victim's face.

The drug takes effect instantly.

Well, what does it do?

Wipes out memory,
as you're painfully aware.

And... And while under its sway,

you remain conscious
but highly suggestible.

How suggestible?

Like, what could I be made to do?

Essentially, um, anything.

But there is good news.

Your, um... Your blood alcohol
test came back negative,

and there were
no other drugs in your system.

[SIGHS]

- So I didn't slip?
- You didn't slip.

Okay, 110 days.

Mick, thank you.

Don't thank me, Sam.

You're the one staying sober.

It's, um, quite good.

♪

Just so I understand,

you were hired to find a dog
who was actually a man

named Trevor Stark who you tailed here,

but you don't remember any of it
because you were drugged.

Anything else you'd like to add?

Just that getting drugged is probably why

I stood you up at Georgio's.

I don't even remember making the date.

I know it sounds ridiculous, but...

Yeah.

Then it must be true, because
you would never make up

- such a ridiculous dumb-a*s story.
- Hmm.

[CELLPHONE RINGS, CLICKS]

[SIGHS] Rollins.

What?

Yes, sir.

I understand.

Yes, sir.

[BEEP]
- What?

The name Trevor Stark
is sending out ripples.

Feds are on their way.

Oh, good, 'cause I have
a few questions for them.

Yeah, well, they won't be
answering your questions

or mine.

Why not?

They're taking over this crime scene.

I don't even know which agency,
but I have orders

to evacuate everyone, including you.

Everyone pack up.

We've just had our jurisdiction pulled.

♪

SAM: We wake up naked in bed,

and now it's a national security matter?

With a body count.

Something's going on here, Sam,

something bigger than
tailing some random guy.

Let me look.

In a minute.

You said that a minute ago.

Hey. Come on.

[SIGHS]

♪

Eddie, that woman.

That's our client, Jackie Jarvis.

- What?
- Yeah.

[GRUNTS]

She's a Fed?

Looks like she's in charge, too.

Good. Then she can tell me
what's going on

and why she lied to us.

Whoa, where you going?

Hey!

Hey, Jackie. Trevor the dog, my a*s.

Who's Trevor Stark, and why
did you hire us to find him?

I'm sorry, ma'am,
you need to clear the area.

Was it you who drugged us?

You did, didn't you? What
the hell gives you the right?

Who do you think you are?

This is a secure scene.

Leave now, or you'll be detained.

You need to identify yourself.

What agency are you with?

♪

Did you see that?
She practically admitted

that she drugged us.

Are we gonna let her get away with that?

[CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS]

[DIALING]

♪

Hey, Berto, I'm gonna send you
a picture of a plate.

I need you to run it.

We need to figure out
who we're up against here.

I need you to get this done... now.

- I'm on it.
- [BEEP]

I don't think I've ever
heard him so stressed.

That's because they're both
into each other

and in massive denial.

[SCOFFS]

Look at the evidence...

they made out at a bistro,
went to the "O" club,

and shared a naked Rideshare
to Eddie's at 2:00 a.m.

♪

Statistically, 31% of office
romances do end in marriage.

♪

What are you trying to say?

Nothing. What are you trying to say?

Nothing.

♪

It's like "Men in Black,"
only it's a woman in black.

I mean, she acted like
she didn't even know us.

We'll figure out who she is,
and we'll take her down.

How? She's a Fed.

No, she's a bad cop with a fancy badge.

You got that right.

Trevor Stark?

Drive.

Thank God I found you.

I thought they might have gotten to you.

Where is it?

Where's what?

What do you mean, "Where's what?"

- The vial. Where's the vial?
- The vial?

If this is from two nights ago,
we don't remember.

What do you mean you don't remember?

You showed up at my house.
You warned me they were coming.

♪

Are you saying that we've met before?

Oh, God, they must've drugged you.

Wait? Who? Jackie? Who does she work for?

You really don't remember?

She's a traitor.

She hired you to find me and
then sent her men to k*ll me.

Why would she want to k*ll you?

A vial was stolen
from a government lab...

inside job.

I tracked it to Jackie, but just
as I recovered the vial,

she set me up, put me on the run.

I-I've been trying to stay
a step ahead of her,

but they followed you and captured me.

You're saying you're the good guy?

You k*lled four people.

I had to to survive.

When they were done interrogating me,

they were gonna k*ll me.
Escape was my only option.

And why should we trust you?

I'm... I'm not asking you to.

I didn't ask you to the other night.

I told you to take the vial
and keep it safe

until we could sort this all out.

If Jackie gets her hands on it,

she'll sell it to the highest bidder.

You agreed to hide it.
I need to know where.

We don't remember a vial.

We don't remember where
we would have hid it.

Where did you go after
you left the house that night?

Somewhere east of downtown,
but we don't know where.

We're trying to find out.

Keep trying. Drop me off up there.

How do we find you?

I'll contact you when I can.

Wait. What's in the vial exactly?

A nerve toxin deadly enough
to wipe out the city.

♪

♪

All this time, I was worried we had sex,

and instead we were carrying
around a-a deadly nerve toxin

that could wipe out an entire city.

Fun fact about me, Eddie...
I drop things.

I could've k*lled us all.

If any of this is true.

Well, everything he says fits.

We know Jackie's after him,
we know she drugged us,

and now we know why... so we
wouldn't remember any of this.

Wait. You don't believe him.

[SIGHS] Fun fact about me...

I'm not very trusting.

[SCOFFS]

And if I didn't know who to trust,

I wouldn't have trusted either of them.

What I would've done is probably...

Made sure the vial didn't
fall into the wrong hands,

not knowing who was telling the truth.

I would've taken it and
hidden it until I could

figure out what was going on, and then...

You would've called someone
you trusted to help.

My sudden date with Christine.

Are we saying what I think we're saying?

That we took a deadly nerve toxin,

hid it where no one could find it,

and now we can't remember
where the hell it is?

We need to figure out where we
went after we left that house.

I have intel on Mistress Kim.

- From who?
- My contacts in Koreatown.

Aside from her activities
at the "O" club,

Mistress Kim is known as a deal broker

for legit businessmen and criminals.

Anyone who has something exotic
to buy or sell,

she can make it happen.

Mistress Kim must be brokering
a deal with Jackie...

- Or Trevor.
- ...to sell that toxin.

All right, we know we were
at the house at midnight,

which is when Trevor said
he gave us the toxin.

So if we hid it, it had
to have been sometime

after 12:00 a.m.

And before your 2:00 a.m. naked ride.

Right. It's not like we had pockets.

So we didn't have the vial then.

So, what did we do?

Bury it? Stash it?

Wait.

The clue I wrote on my finger.

"ES4."

- What about it?
- I know what it means.

♪

Somebody, help me!

Help me!

[PANTING]

♪

Okay, so I made this movie
before "Hot Suspect."

The plot is the evil ghost wants
my soul for all eternity.

If he can get his hands on
something I hold precious...

spoiler alert, the locket
my boyfriend Brad gave me...

I'll die and become his forever.

♪

[GASPS]

- [GROWLING]
- [SCREAMS]

♪

"Evil Soulmate 4."

ES4. Get it?

I get why I never saw it.

Why did you do that film?

Because the director told me
I-it was a metaphor

about the emptiness
of modern bourgeois life.

Okay, but now I know why
I wrote "ES4" on my finger.

I must have hidden the vial
somewhere in a drain.

Okay, w-where?

D'uh. In a drain.

Somewhere between Trevor's house
and the naked ride.

Oh, well, that narrows it down.

Maybe I can help.

Those Fed SUV licenses that
you sent me, took a while,

but I traced them, and not
to the Federal Government.

Those vehicles are registered
to a Valance Holdings,

a private company
that also owns buildings,

three of them in L.A.

Feds must be using them as covers.

And one of those buildings
is just east of downtown,

four blocks from where the
Rideshare picked you up.

♪

SAM: When I finished doing our show,

I thought I'd been in every
abandoned factory, warehouse,

and alley in Los Angeles,
but there's, like, a lot more.

Well, this looks deserted.

Some kind of office space.

♪

Empty.

♪

It's a receipt with yesterday's date.

Whoever was here must've
just cleared out.

Jackie and her G-men?

This could've been a staging
area or a command center.

Or maybe they brought us here.

♪

♪

It's a decontamination shower.

That's why we were wet and naked.

We were exposed to the toxin.

They took our clothes.

And sent us home in a Rideshare?

Eddie.

♪

Careful.

I am being careful.

♪

Okay, we have the vial. Now what?

[g*n c*ck]

Now you give it to me.

♪

See? That's why I don't trust people.

You followed us.
You used us to find the toxin.

Even with your memories erased,

you two are surprisingly good P.I.s.

You're not the victim.
You're the bad guy.

You stole that toxin.

Yeah, and I'm gonna sell it
to the highest bidder.

It's called capitalism.

[CELLPHONE RINGING]

Buyer's here.

I'll deal with you two later.

Now walk.

♪

♪

When this deal's done, we're dead.

- What are we gonna do?
- I'm working on it.

♪

We good?

The money's been transferred.

Please submit the item for inspection.

♪

Faint.

- What?
- Just faint.

- [EXHALES SHARPLY]
- Sam, Sam. Sam, Sam.

♪

[GRUNTS]

Put it down! Put the g*n down!

Put it down!

♪

- Show me your hands!
- FBI!

MAN: Hands up! Hands in the air!

JACKIE: Freeze!

Game over, Trev.

Okay. Okay.

♪

Not yet.

♪

I walk out of here or I drop this.

♪

This vial's more lethal than VX.

It'll k*ll everyone
in this room in minutes.

You'd k*ll yourself. You're bluffing.

Am I?

I can't let you leave here
with that vial.

And you can't stop me.

♪

♪

[GASPS, COUGHS]

♪

Move, Sam, move! Come on, go, go, go!

Take the rest of your clothes off.

All right.

♪

We're gonna die.

No, we're not. Just rinse off, okay?

Your skin, your hair... everything.

- What if we're too late?
- We're not.

♪

Oh, my God. I don't feel anything.

Do you feel anything? I can't tell.

[PANTING]

♪

♪

It's like déjà vu all over again.

Special Agent Angela Truman, FBI.

What the hell?

You're not dead. We're not dead.

It wasn't nerve gas. It was knockout gas.

We switched the vials.

Wait. What?

It's a long story.

You might want to dry off first.

♪

Trevor was one of ours

until he went rogue and stole the toxin.

We sent out our people, but he knows us,

and the clock was ticking.

We hired several P.I. firms,
and you two found him.

Yay us?

Afterwards, we took you to our Decon site

as a precaution and hosed you down.

And then you drugged us so we
wouldn't remember any of it.

I came by the next day to make
sure you didn't remember.

Yeah, that dog was a nice touch.

Yeah, I thought so.

At that point,
we were interrogating Trevor

and looking for the vial.

But we didn't know
he'd shaken your faith in us

and given you the vial to hide.

But when I saw "ES4"
written on your finger,

I got curious.

It didn't take long
to make the connection.

You watched "Evil Soulmate 4"?

Not your finest work.

Hmm.

But we found the vial. Case closed.

Only Trevor escaped, k*lled your men.

And by then you two were out
in the world, asking questions.

So you figured you'd use us.

We figured if you could draw him out...

Not only would you get him
but his buyers.

Hope there are no hard feelings.

No hard feelings?

You sent us home naked in a Rideshare.

Well, this was
supposed to be a covert op.

The only clothes we had said
"property of the FBI."

And, in our defense, we didn't
think you'd remember.

And if you had, well,

you'd just assume you had
a wild night out.

So then what? You just
put us in bed together?

No, you... you did that on your own.

♪

Uh, but now that know,
I do need you to sign these.

♪

Nondisclosure agreements?

We're also here to
confiscate all the files

you have related to the case.

Why the paperwork? Why not just
wipe our memories again?

I'd like you to remember me
in case I need your help again.

[LOREN NORTH'S "WHERE I AM" PLAYS]

♪

I thought about what you said earlier.

If I forgot my worst day or my best day,

would that make me a different person?

I thought about it, too. You wouldn't.

Exactly what I thought. Why?

Because one day's just
a drop in the bucket of life.

I know. I'm a poet.

[CHUCKLES]

Also, I'm calling off our bet

about whether they slept together.

Cool. Why?

Schroedinger's cat.

Look it up.

♪ How do we know unless
we've been there before? ♪

Have a good night, guys.

♪ I want to know if you're where I am ♪

Night cap?

♪ I've been taken by
the thought of a romance ♪

- That was...
- An adventure?

♪ And I don't know where to stand ♪

- ♪ I want to know ♪
- Anything come back to you?

No. You?

♪

Well, at least now we know what happened.

Not everything.

There's still one thing
we didn't figure out.

Right.

♪

I guess some things
are better left a mystery.

♪ Maybe I love you or maybe
I just want to make a memory ♪

♪ I want to keep this feeling,
but I fight the dream ♪

♪ How do we know unless
we've been there? ♪