Previously on Dollhouse
- His last engagement was with Miss lonely hearts. - So? That shouldn't matter.
I've cautioned against repeated imprints in the same doll.
There are 3 flowers in a vase, the 3rd flower is yellow.
And our sleeper active performed perfectly.
Were you gonna say anything?
I just need to get away.
The Dollhouse is real.
They know you're after them. That's why they sent me.
We have a person inside.
What's happening?
She made a mistake. Now she's sad.
Everyone thinks it's about the pain.
It's not about the pain. It's about trust.
Handing yourself over fully and completely to another human being.
There's nothing more beautiful than letting go like that.
In my experience, that kind of trust always leads to pain.
Then maybe you need a session in my dungeon so I can show you otherwise.
Thanks. I think I'll pass.
don't be so vanilla. You can trust me.
I've already shown that I trust you.
I got in the van, didn't I?
You sure that was a wise decision?
I have a good feeling about you, and I've got the whip.
if you reconsider, I have an opening after my treatment.
Don't even start.
I've got him on another lonely hearts engagement.
- What's that make, 9? - 10
How pathetic is that old bag?
Ramirez pretends to be jaded but she's got a secret stash of bodice rippers in the van.
- I've seen it. - Not true.
She wants to be kidnapped by a pirate.
I know a guy...
Well, if i weren't madly in love with Katherine, I should hang you myself.
I'd take S&M barbie over him any day.
Come on. Your geriatric princess awaits.
It's love. Show some respect.
Sometimes it is about the pain.
Hi, Echo. How are you?
Did I fall asleep?
For a little while.
Shall I go now?
If you like.
okay, oh!
Ivy, babe, the post-imprint script may seem inconsequential,
but it's the first thing an active hears after a memory wipe.
It's got to be pleasant.
- Not so... - out of the chair, Echo.
- That. - You're behind schedule.
Somebody's a grumpeteer today.
What's the holdup?
You remember how saunders little drill ended with a bullet in my computer?
Guess what that does?
It slows down the schedule.
Fix it.
You need to get to your appointment with Dr. Saunders.
Aside from Topher being Topher, everything's under control.
And I'll expect you to keep it that way while I'm gone.
Did Rossum tell you why they're calling you in?
Considering our recent track record,
I'm sure they want to pat me on the head and tell me I've been running a crackerjack operation.
Maybe there'll be cake.
Ma'am, none of these incidents were your fault.
On the contrary, Mr. Dominic, everything that happens under this roof is my fault.
And for the next 48 hours, it yours.
Hello, November.
Hello, Echo. How are you today?
I'm going to Dr. Saunders.
She's nice.
November, it's time for your treatment.
Take a deep breath for me, please.
Any permanent damage?
These exams are private.
Her last engagement seemed unnecessarily rough.
She was a dominatrix. I think that's the point.
I prefer engagements that aren't about some...
deep, dark sexual need?
You really think it has anything to do with need?
Sometimes, yes.
Having a desire you're afraid or ashamed of expressing can be terribly debilitating.
Look how many same-sex engagements we're called for, even today.
And sadomasochism isn't anything like...
I know. It's all about trust.
But what if the client has the whip?
Mm, you don't send the actives to be submissives.
Man, you got the pitch down.
You should fill in for Dewitt.
I believe the system is flawed, maybe irreparably,
but maybe not for the same reasons you do.
Echo, you're all done here.
You can go now.
Boyd!
In about 2 minutes, I'm gonna make a call to Dewitt.
If you were to do something, maybe get some air, maybe run,
I wouldn't know that you had done that.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
You don't?
I found this in the chair.
And?
This chip let someone access the primary imprint protocol,
which means they could have altered my imprints.
I make a cheerleader, they make a cheerleader that shoots people.
Or an assassin that does cheers.
Or any active, any time, with a parameter we don't know about!
We have a spy?
Inside the Dollhouse.
And you think it's me? You think I'm the spy?
Not in a bad way.
If they find out that you talked to me before you called Dewitt, they'll fry you.
Yeah, I didn't really think that through.
Thank you.
Hey, I'm boned anyway.
I call Dewitt, she's gonna take it out on Dominic, and who's Dominic gonna take it out on?
Now Echo's drawing attention to us!
Where do I know her from?
Maybe you should go to art class.
- And maybe you should call Dewitt. - Yeah.
Echo, are you finished with your tree?
Put the entire house on lockdown.
No one comes or goes without my authorization.
No land lines, no cell phone or network connections.
you. Come on. You're getting a treatment.
- That's not happy! - Is everything a joke to you?
You allowed a security breach to develop on your turf.
You're supposed to make sure everybody who works here is on our side.
- Who has access to the lab? - The short list?
Dewitt, Boyd, uh, Ramirez, Saunders.
When I was in the agency, you know what I'd do to someone who exposed us like that?
I'd kill him.
everyone's unhappy today.
somebody put her tiny little thinking cap on.
He was mean to you.
Were you not your best?
If it hadn't been for me, there'd still be a security breach.
You'd think the security head would recognize that.
Typical middle - management hack.
He's mad at me for not discovering it before it happened.
But, uh, I'm not a counterintelligence agent, so I can't catch a spy.
And you have no idea what I'm talking about.
I can help you.
Why would you want to?
Why wouldn't I?
did I just lose an argument to a doll?
Okay, um... thanks, but you can't help.
You make people different.
You can make me help.
Season 1 Episode 9 Spy in the House of Love
Hello, Mellie. How do you feel?
I'm jet-lagged. It's the last time I take the red-eye.
And in an emergency exit row behind a crying baby.
So, we good to go?
Hang on. Let me double-check the primary protocol just to be sure it took.
Where do I know her from?
Come on. The airport shuttle's waiting to take you home.
Mellie? I heard something in...
in the hallway, where your neighbors walk to their apartments?
I didn't know you were coming back so soon.
- Surprise. - It's not safe to talk out here.
I guess the neighborhood went to crap while I was gone.
Not the neighborhood. My apartment.
The Dollhouse had it bugged. Video and audio.
Took a while for me to figure it out, but I found a transmitter in the ventilation.
I should search your apartment.
I'm surprised you didn't.
Well, I was gonna let myself in, but
No. No, it's okay.
You should check it out. I'm just going to stay here, where I'm safe from the...
Dollhouse.
I guess you didn't miss me that much.
The Dollhouse is way bigger than I ever thought it was.
Every time I look deeper, I find more clients, larger amounts of money
and a web of financial and political connections all over the world to corporations,
the government, even inside the FBI.
I take it you haven't gotten your badge back.
But that's just scratching the surface. I discovered something else.
I think that the Dollhouse is underground.
Didn't we know that? Supersecret underground organization?
Not underground like it's a secret.
Underground like it's somewhere beneath Los Angeles.
Yeah, you didn't come back to listen to this.
I came back to see you.
I'm sorry. It's just...
you should go back to your mother's.
I can't. Aside from the obvious reasons,
like she lives in Iowa and likes to set me up with losers I dated in high school,
I realized that I was running away from my life.
I'm giving you an out.
You can walk out that door.
I'm pretty sure I can't even unlock it.
I'm serious. I can't sleep.
The only thing I think about is finding this place, and sometimes,
I don't even know why I'm after it anymore.
That's why you need someone to help you stay grounded.
How are you gonna do that?
Let's start with getting you into the shower.
Too much? Too fast?
Do I smell that bad?
I have a message for you from inside the Dollhouse.
- That's not funny. - My name is November.
Mellie. Your name is Mellie.
We knew this would be hard for you to hear.
If you're pissed because I'm still investigating the Dollhouse...
- this body belongs to a doll. - Just tell me. don't do this.
I'm sorry we had to deliver the news to you like this, in this body,
but the Dollhouse has likely discovered that we've been placing messages in their imprints.
And this is the only way we could get the message to you.
They did this to you.
They did this long before you met me.
They've been using this body to spy on you for months.
The only reason Mellie exists is because of you.
Aren't I special?
Now that you've removed their surveillance, they're gonna rely on her more.
Don't tell her anything about the investigation.
It will get back to the Dollhouse.
That's why you-- she-- came back.
Now you understand how dangerous their technology is.
I slept with her.
I should have known.
You can't tell Mellie about this.
If the Dollhouse knows you know, they will kill you.
And they'll make Mellie do it.
Mellie couldn't.
She's not a regular doll. She's a sleeper.
With the flip of a switch, the Dollhouse can turn her into a killer.
- If our person inside has been captured, - wait.
This is the last time you'll hear from us through a doll.
You can't tear apart my life and not give me anything.
Where is the Dollhouse located?
You need to investigate why it exists.
Is it underground? Am I on the right track?
The Dollhouse deals in fantasy, but that is not their purpose.
Investigate their purpose.
- We will find other ways to contact you. - Who? Who sent you?
I'm not imprinted with information you're not supposed to have.
- Tell me who! - Remember, you can't tell her.
- You must maintain the relation - Wait!
Paul, what's wrong?
Nothing.
Then why aren't you kissing me?
My men have been trying to reach Dewitt. She's still not picking up.
She gonna be able to pull it off?
I threw my best secret agent parts into the build.
The GPS on Dewitt's cell transmitter isn't registering, either.
Anything happened to Dewitt...
think happy thoughts.
- That's not happy. - Is everything a joke to you?
Notice I'm not laughing.
You need me to take care of this?
You allowed a security breach to develop on your turf.
Not my department, Mr. Head of security.
You leave these doors wide open, computers on, chair running.
It's your job to make sure everybody that works here is on our side.
- Who has access to the lab? - The shortlist?
Dewitt, Boyd, Ramirez, Saunders, Ivy, any number of handlers or attendants.
and the occasional doll wanders up here.
Then there's that janitorial staff.
What's gonna happen when the boss lady comes back?
Her wrath is gonna rain down on me.
And then I'm coming after you. Let's go.
When I worked at the agency, you know what I'd do to someone who exposed us like that?
I'd kill him.
Who is our target?
We found NSA tech in our equipment.
Dewitt's known they've been sniffing around the Dollhouse for years.
Getting access to their files is our best shot at finding the spy.
Tall order.
- Oh, if you don't think you can pull it off... - I didn't say that.
I just want you to appreciate how awesome I'm gonna be when I deliver.
Topher broke their RSA encryption, but only for the internal network.
- Which means you need me to get inside their building. - Yeah.
Where could a girl get changed around here?
Excuse me. Can I borrow a pen?
Never mind.
Found one.
- Thank you - Thank you
don't worry. It's taken care of.
Enter your private key. You know the drill.
20 minutes. Nothing goes in nothing comes out.
Your card will unlock the files you're cleared to see.
Excuse me, ma'am.
I'm gonna ask you to step over here.
- Did I leave something in there? - Hold out your arms.
Mossad doesn't even double-tag.
Security alert code J.
All employees return to designated SCIF areas for level 1 security sweep.
Security alert code J.
All employees return to designated SCIF areas for level 1 security sweep.
Sorry, Ms. Sato. We're moving everyone from SCIF offices down to the central lobby.
- Just give me a second. - All right.
Security alert code J.
All employees return to designated SCIF areas for level 1 security sweep.
I need a roof extraction, north end of the building.
Correction, extraction on the South end
Surrender yourself!
Chopper's coming to you
Hurry! they are closing in
- Good morning. - Welcome back, Roger.
Katherine's looking forward to seeing you.
- May we go now? - Of course.
Have you been futzing around with the equipment? It's been running s-l-o-W.
Um, I just got here.
It's probably all the wires you crossed to get things working again.
Be nice. I think she likes you.
Your lady awaits.
Don't even start. They've got him on another lonely hearts engagement.
- What's that make, 9? - 10
How pathetic is that old bag?
Well, thank you for the ride.
See you at the end of the weekend.
Have fun, Roger.
And stay out of trouble.
I promise nothing.
oh, thank you.
Did I tell you these are my favorites oh.
They're so hard to find this time of year.
Just for you, my dear.
Katherine.
is this your work?
Hmm, "Topher." Is that a name?
They think I'm headquarters.
It could be very urgent, or it could be Topher calling to tell me that his sweater's itchy.
Well, I could give it back-- or I could drop it and let the sharks talk to their own.
It's up to you.
Well, it is a very slippery phone.
I have complained about that a lot.
Oh, really? I hadn't...
That was probably a very bad thing that just happened.
Accidents-- what can be done?
You're trying so hard to relax.
Which makes me wonder why you're trying so hard to relax.
Am I that transparent?
No, but I have x-ray eyes.
It's been very rocky at work.
Hmm, the Dollhouse.
It's hard for me to even wrap my mind around it. Bizarre.
I used to head a division that grew replacement organs out of stem cells.
- I could tell people what I did for a living. - And now?
You've told me what you do.
Isn't it just helping lonely people?
Pathetic, self-deluding souls.
Now, Katherine... shall we take this elsewhere?
Touché
Not bad. You almost had me there.
Not good either. One more point and you win.
Is that all?
Roger?
This is what you wanted or you wouldn't have cut me.
You have had a rough day at work.
you are perfection.
If I could make a woman, I'd make you.
Really?
Yes. In fact, if I were one of your clients,
I would order one of you with a spare for when you're in the shop.
What, Katherine?
- You're not seriously considering what I said? - No.
I'm not suggesting you become a client.
- I think the universe might collapse under that one. - Good.
Because I don't want an ersatz you.
I want the real you.
And I want the real you.
It's ironic. Sometimes I think you're the most real person I've ever met.
That's not irony. No one gets that right.
Everyone has their first date.
And the object is to hide your flaws.
And then you're in a relationship, and it's all about hiding your disappointment.
Then once you're married, it's about hiding your sins.
Katherine-- mistress of the dark observation.
But with you, there's no reason to hide anything real.
Let's run away together.
cash in everything we own, and buy a bar on the beach in roratonga.
And buy extra phones just to drop them in the water.
And we'd never own clocks or computers
or sexy businesswoman shoes.
I'm keeping my sexy businesswoman shoes.
And there'd be no clocks in the bar, only cool local beers,
and dogs that wander in from playing on the beach.
It could be the weekend all the time.
Just forget it.
It can't happen.
Why not? What's wrong?
Something about you? Something about me?
You aren't...
I'm not who you need?
Oh, no.
You're exactly who I need.
We just can't have that.
You have to trust me.
I do.
I trust you... completely.
Darling, why you're dressed?
I hear someone in the house
What happened?
I need copies of personnel records,
security logs for the past 3 months and access to your mainframe.
Anything else?
Yeah, some clothes. I can't catch a spy in my pajamas.
I need to interrogate all the people on this list-- now.
Who the hell are you?
I made her a spy hunter. You know, hunt the spy.
It's being handled as we speak by Sierra.
I know, but Echo came in and... she thought...
I thought she could help.
If you let me speak to the people on this list,
I'll uncover the spy before your field agent returns.
What are her parameters?
She reads body language, knows advanced interrogation techniques
and she's rockin' a little Sherlock Holmes.
Give me the list.
I want to start with him.
Uh, I'm not the spy. I discovered the spy. Remember?
The spy was operating under my nose.
Which means you're either dangerously incompetent or you're trying to throw us off your trail.
I'm sorry I ever doubted your programming skills.
Why are you at the Dollhouse?
Kind of a no-brainer.
I'm in neuroplastic heaven.
I'm doing work my grad school professors haven't even dreamed of yet.
I mean, I don't wanna brag...
Okay, I wanna brag.
I'm kind of a genius.
Do you really think I'm incompetent, or are you
you're just saying that to appease big bad Laurence?
So it matters what other people think about you?
Yeah. I spent 8 years studying the intricacies of the human brain
and what do I get to do when I graduate?
Get snacks for Topher, or get yelled at when i try to do something more.
My talents go beyond asking whether he wants chocolate chip or oatmeal.
Which I do very well, thank you,
but I probably know enough about the imprint equipment to rip it down
and reassemble it without Topher ever knowing.
Well, that didn't sound good, did it?
I'm not trying to incriminate you.
I'm just trying to nail down your feelings about the Dollhouse.
We're pimps and killers.
But in a philanthropic way.
Can I go now?
I don't know why I trust you... but I do.
I must have one of those faces.
I'm looking at the security logs since the Alpha incident.
When was the last time you left the Dollhouse?
I feel like I can better serve the actives if I'm here.
24/7?
Engagements run around the clock.
You never know when there's gonna be an emergency.
I don't doubt your intentions,
but such intense focus on your work can leave other parts of your life empty--
and open to exploitation.
Do you have friends outside the Dollhouse?
Yeah.
You lose.
Sierra's been safely extracted-- barely-- and she has the mole's identity.
No, wait. Wait, no. You don't understand. I didn't do anything.
- Why would I spy on the doll... - I don't care why.
We'll get that from you when Dewitt has me torture you.
Then you'll tell us everything.
And then Dewitt will send you to the attic.
Do you know what happens in the attic?
It's a mental suck.
You know that feeling you get when a...
a name is on the tip of your tongue, but you can't say it?
It's like that, but with every thought you never have.
I am not the spy. You believe me, right?
You take her to the holding room.
How long?
Until Dewitt gets back.
How long do you think you can keep this up?
Excuse me?
You work for the NSA.
You have a file that says she's the one.
Oh, oh, what, is-is her body language telling you she's innocent?
No, her language language is telling you she's innocent.
Your body language is telling me something.
When you got word that Sierra had been extracted with the spy's identity,
everyone in this room got tense.
Who? Who betrayed us? Who's the spy?
But you... you got loose.
Your body breathed a big, subconscious sigh of relief. Why?
Because you already knew that file would implicate Ivy.
You expect anyone to buy this pseudo-science?
They don't have to.
There was a phone call made to the National Security Agency after the lockdown.
You warned the NSA Sierra was coming so that they could plant this file for her to find.
You wanted us to blame Ivy so that you could continue to operate.
I couldn't have made the call. The phones were shut off.
In the Dollhouse. Not in this office.
Okay, I think it's time for her treatment.
Proof is in the logs.
Yeah, and anyone could have snuck in here.
You're right.
That's why I've let this conversation continue as long as it has.
I needed one more sign to confirm my suspicion.
And what sign would that be?
20 seconds ago you unsnapped your hostler
This is the Dollhouse. You know how far they reach.
There's no way you're getting away with this.
You haven't figured it out? Use your deductive skills.
You're a doll.
A broken doll who's gone off mission before.
Now, when Dewitt asks me to explain myself...
you'll tell her I went off mission again.
And I had no choice but to kill you.
- and Topher and Ivy? - Collateral damage.
I'd say I'm covered.
Shouldn't we help?
Yeah. I helped when I imprinted her with kung fu skills, but be my guest.
You're dangerous.
You should have been in the ground a long time ago.
You tried to kill me before.
You're another Alpha waiting to happen.
I'm not broken.
I trusted you with a gift, Mr. Dominic.
The Dollhouse is not a gift.
I think the countless people we've helped would disagree with you.
How about the countless people you've hurt?
- Name one. - Her.
Funny... coming from the man who tried to kill her. Twice.
Why did you want to bring down the Dollhouse?
What can the NSA do with it that we can't?
I wasn't sent to bring you down.
I was sent to make sure you didn't bring yourself down.
If it weren't for me, Paul Ballard would have found you already.
I never lied to you about my methods or my priorities.
You lied about your intentions.
Do you know what the world will be like when Rossum lets the Dollhouse slip from its grasp?
The technology needs to be reigned in and controlled.
By a clandestine organization with little government oversight?
It's embarrassing how naive you are.
You believe in the Dollhouse and its mission?
Just like you believed in me. And look how that played out. You were wrong.
Get what you can out of him about the NSA, and have Topher prep him for the attic.
That's it, Miss Dewitt?
You're signing my death warrant like it was a business transaction?
It is.
The agency will figure it out and they'll come looking for me.
And when they do...
you'll tell them everything's fine, and then we'll put you back in your box.
What?
Did you think I'd show you mercy?
Or rage?
3 years by my side.
I think you know me better than that.
You are a piece of work.
So they tell me. Good-bye.
What's in store for you-- you don't have much to smile about.
After you beat me to a pulp, they're gonna erase me.
But first, they're gonna erase you.
I can take care of myself.
I know. That's why I'm smiling.
'Cause one day, you'll be erasing them.
And even after all this, they still won't see it coming.
Sooner or later, everybody gets theirs.
- Don't let him... - Stop him.
Get on with it.
Neuromods set for chemical saturation.
Neuromuscular stimulation in place.
LTP depotentiated.
We're ready.
Do it.
The, uh, unabridged Laurence Dominic.
Lose it in the archives. I trust his body is on the way to the attic
Bleeding blood. Uh, coagulating. You should see Dr. Saunders.
How did I not see this coming?
- No one did. - Yes.
You saw enough to imprint Echo as an investigator.
Yeah, about that.
Unless you are about to give me a better parking space, I can't take all the credit for that.
- Ivy? - Echo.
She came to me and asked me to imprint her.
Dominic had her in his crosshairs for months.
She took out her biggest threat.
She's still evolving.
Saunders's wish fulfillment exercise didn't fulfill anything.
She's protecting herself.
- Do you want me to wipe her again? - No.
She just saved the Dollhouse. Keep an eye on her.
Echo might be useful to us in ways we haven't yet realized.
Oh, I almost forgot. Um, shelf the Roger imprint.
Miss lonely hearts phoned and said she no longer requires his services.
Some hunky octogenarian sweep her off her volker?
nothing so dramatic.
She finally realized the indiscretion was unwise.
This would have been easier if you had taken an anesthetic.
It's nothing.
No, just a gunshot wound.
I know you were close to Mr. Dominic.
He was an employee with whom I worked closely.
There's a difference.
It's okay to feel something.
That would imply I lost something.
Didn't you?
Nothing I can't live without.
Ms. Dewitt?
I ran a full security sweep.
New background checks on all employees are in the works,
but right now it looks like this didn't go any further than Dominic.
Congratulations, Mr. Langton.
For what?
For becoming our new head of security.
I appreciate the offer, but I'd prefer to stay with Echo.
I need to take care of her.
Apparently, you don't.
It seems she's the one taking care of us.
Echo, I'd like you to meet your new handler.
His name is Travis. Go ahead.
Everything's gonna be all right.
Now that you're here.
Do you trust me?
With my life.