"Previously on Warehouse 13..." "Can we get back to the Warehouse computers being breached?" "Somebody is poking around in your system." "I should never have told you." "Warehouse 13." "I got hacked." "Hey, does Artie seem a little, you know, crankier than usual?" "Got to stop..." "Got to stop her!" "Someone's there." "I can..." "What the hell was that?" "Artie, what are you gonna do?" "I know this place." "I know this place." "Yes." "You've been here before." "You don't remember it, but you will." "So, this is a dream?" "It's time to get up, Artie." "It's time to go." "Where am I going?" "Back to the beginning." "Yeah?" "No more zoos, okay?" "From now on, if an artifact is at a zoo, we leave it there." "Monkeys spit." "Artie, do you know that?" "They spit and it is not worth it." "Guys, guys, guys..." "Tell him about the cheetahs." "No, I don't want to think about the cheetahs, all right?" "I just want a bath." "All right, I'm sorry about all that." "I'm dealing with a lot here, too, okay?" "Right, have you found out who's hacking into the Warehouse?" "I can't pinpoint the origin of the breach." "It's a little frustrating." "Sleep, Artie, you look terrible." "Thank you very much." "You still have some monkey phlegm in your hair." "It's not phlegm." "Look, Artie..." "Just..." "Myka's right, get some rest, bro." "Okay?" "Yeah." "Just get back here as soon as possible." "We have a lot to do, okay?" "No, I can't get up." "Yes, you can." "Try." "I can't..." "How did you get in here?" "I'm disappointed, Artie." "I figured you'd have me totally clocked by now." "Do I know you?" "What's going on?" "I'm hurt." "Well, it was a while ago." "I was a lot younger." "So were you." "Looking for this?" "Dude, an alarm system?" "So not groovy." "Besides, this is you-and-me time right now." "Yeah, it's funny." "Years ago, I swear you said you were just a simple professor." "I guess you left out the off-the-grid, top-secret warehouse full of madcap." "Claudia." "Claudia Donovan." "You're the breach." "Knock, knock." "Yeah." "I'm sorry." "I really don't have time for games." "These cuffs, they're not going to stop me." "I know, but check this." "I super-charged the cuffs, see?" "Twenty thousand volts." "Designed them myself." "You like?" "Well done." "Thank you." "Now chill, I'm not in the mood." "Kid, look, that was a long, long, long time ago, that stuff." "Time flies, Professor." "Really does." "I'm not responsible for Joshua's death." "Claudia, look, just stop it right now before you do something you regret." "I regret?" "Me?" "Have you got it backasswards." "You're responsible for what happened." "But, hey, it's all good." "You know why?" "'Cause it's payback time for me and for Joshua." "So, let's go, Artie." "Time to make good on your promise." "The door's open." "That's not good." "Artie would never leave his Farnsworth." "Yeah." "If there were trouble, Artie would have triggered the..." "Alarm?" "Someone took Artie?" "Damn it, I don't know what else to do!" "The cache is wiped." "There's no tracks outside and there's no clues in here." "All right." "Don't worry, okay?" "We'll figure it out somehow." "Don't worry?" "Could that be Artie?" "I'm calling for Artie." "You two are decidedly not he." "Mrs. Frederic, hi." "Look, we got some really bad news." "Look, Artie's gone, someone took him." "That doesn't happen." "Agents don't get taken out of the Warehouse." "Our security system is..." "So..." "I see." "The person who's breached the security, he's taken Artie." "Yeah." "Any idea who this guy is?" "None." "So, can we put out an APB or alert the authorities?" "We are the authorities." "What did you learn from the durational spectrometer?" "The spectro..." "It shows the after images of anyone who's been in the room in the last five hours." "Are you kidding me?" "Yeah, that's like our favorite thing, with all the lights and so forth." "Once you've ID'd them, let me know." "And stay put." "I don't need three missing agents." "Okay, but, Mrs. Frederic, look, if we have a lead, we could just..." "Consider yourself under lockdown." "I know this place." "It's a lab." "It's Joshua's old lab." "Come on, away from the door." "I'm fine right here." "Think so?" "Or there." "There is very good, too." "You're doing this all wrong, Claudia." "Brought me here in daylight." "Used my car." "Those are amateur moves, Claudia, and for what?" "What are you going to do to me?" "You're going to kill me?" "Because a long, long time ago, your brother died in an accident?" "Come on." "He's not dead." "Claudia?" "Claudia, it was a terrible, terrible accident, but we both witnessed it and he's gone." "No, no, no, no, he's not." "He's stuck." "Listen to yourself." "Look, this isn't in my head." "You're gonna see." "Be careful." "Okay." "Okay." "Let's..." "Let's open this baby up and see what she's got." "That's cool." "Wow." "Okay." "All right." "That is crazy." "Okay." "Wow." "Okay." "Okay." "Strange person with Artie." "Who is that?" "I don't know." "Who..." "Who is that?" "Hold on." "I don't know." "Hang on." "Do you have it?" "Yes." "Here we go." "Here we go." "Here we go." "Okay." "There we go." "And..." "That's..." "Okay." "That's weird." "Did you see that?" "Is he saying something?" "What is he saying?" "Do you..." "Yeah." "Go." "Go." "Wait, wait, wait, wait." "Yeah." "That's a trip." "It's..." "I can't." "Claudia Donovan." "How did you..." "My sister taught me how to read lips." "Why does your sister..." "The deaf find it handy." "You..." "Okay." "Claudia Donovan, where are you now?" "Mrs. Frederic said we should stay here." "Really?" "I didn't hear that." "Neither did I." "Uh-oh." "Looks like she was institutionalized." "What if she's dangerous, Pete?" "So, okay." "This is what?" "This is poetic justice?" "Bringing me back where it all started?" "No, we're here because it's strongest here." "We need that if you're going to bring Joshua back." "Back?" "Nice job on these, by the way." "What's conducting the charge?" "Is that lithium filaments?" "Very fine craftsmanship." "Dude, just shut up now." "Dude, can we not..." "Claudia, you're not well." "All right." "Joshua's death was..." "He got the rules wrong, Claudia." "Yeah." "Because he got sloppy, didn't he?" "Right?" "And we both know why he did that, don't we, Artie?" "Is Claudia in some kind of trouble with the Secret Service?" "In the four years that Claudia lived here, did she ever give you any problems?" "No." "Not at all." "She was very nice." "Well, what can you tell us about Claudia?" "I'm not one to gossip, but you might not know she lost her parents when she was just a child, poor thing." "Her brother raised her." "Then a few years later, he passed, too." "Can you believe it?" "More bad luck than a turtle on its back." "She went off to live with a foster family." "Well, if you ask me, I think it all just finally hit her." "And then six months ago, she checked herself into a psychiatric care clinic." "You know about that?" "Of course you do." "You're the government." "You probably know what pills I take in the morning." "Anyway, she keeps up on her rent." "She checked herself out two months ago." "Has she contacted you?" "Well, no, I haven't seen her." "She's got a home base somewhere." "Did she ever..." "Did she ever stay with friends?" "I don't think so." "She kept to herself." "No boyfriends, no girlfriends." "I'm very non-judgmental." "Here we are." "Thank you, Mrs. Richman." "We'll just take a look around." "I guess I can trust the Secret Service." "Oh, boy." "I'm guessing this is the brother." "I don't want to sound like a broken record, but what makes you think that Joshua is still alive?" "Because dead people don't visit, Einstein." "He visits you?" "Yeah." "A lot lately." "Your brother Joshua visits you and he tells you he's not dead." "Yes." "Not appreciating the snark, by the way." "Rheticus was right, you know, his theories." "No." "No." "No, no." "And Joshua was right, too." "He was this close to proving it." "No." "No." "Rheticus's experiments were never recreated." "Never." "He was nuts." "Joshua's gone." "You're going to be so put down when he gets here." "Yeah?" "Well, you know, I'll take my chances." "God." "It's about the minerals, Professor." "The minerals in the metal." "That's what should have made it all work." "Sure." "You know what I'm sensing here?" "That this kind of a private chat, it's a brother-sister thing." "What do you need me for?" "Because I took it as far as I could and now I need you to help me bring him home." "You made me a promise." "Something's wrong." "That's what I've been saying, you fossil." "God." "Something's wrong." "I can't..." "I can't..." "I can't..." "I can't..." "Professor, I'm Joshua Donovan." "Joshua." "Yeah, I remember this." "This is when I met you." "We've met before?" "Yes." "No, no." "You showed me your experiment." "You thought I was here to give you a grant and..." "That been happening a lot?" "What?" "You went back." "No." "I have the visions, too." "We're mad connected, Artie." "The difference between us is I didn't ignore them." "What's wrong?" "What's the matter with you, Claudia?" "Usually happens just before." "Just before what?" "You're going to want to sit down for this." "He's here." "Joshua!" "What is that?" "What is happening?" "Joshua!" "Joshua?" "Joshua!" "Told you." "What the hell was that?" "I don't understand what just happened." "What's going on?" "I mean, what the hell was that?" "That was Joshua." "No." "Yeah." "You saw it, too." "I'm not crazy." "Yes." "Yes, I saw Joshua." "How?" "Because he's not dead." "Now, you know it, too." "Help me bring him back." "Well, I wouldn't know where to start." "Well, I've got everything here." "The Feldkirch minerals, equipment for an electric field..." "Claudia, did you try to recreate Joshua's experiment on your own?" "You're such a creaker." "Yeah." "Of course I did." "The question is, why didn't you?" "So far, none of this stuff is telling me where Claudia might have taken Artie." "Are you finding anything?" "For a kid, she seems pretty focused on the 16th century." "She's definitely a thinker." "Always dangerous." "Rheticus." "Rheti-who?" "He was a mathematician and mapmaker student of Copernicus." "Yes, Pete, I read books growing up." "Right." "Why go to the prom?" "Of course you did." "Yeah." "Three times in one night." "It's a long story." "I bet it is." "I bet it is." "Well, it looks like our girl genius took something with her." "Just, you know..." "Just to clarify, you decided to recreate a clearly dangerous, potentially deadly experiment?" "Sure, it sounds bad when you say it like that." "Claudia, these are very real forces that you're playing with here." "And if you stop to think..." "Chill out, Obi-Wan, okay?" "I'm trying to save my brother's life here." "I really hope that we are trying to save it together." "I've spent the last two years of my life trying to figure out what happened to Joshua." "And when I reached the end of what I could do," "I just kind of, sort of took a peek at your research." "You what?" "You took a peek?" "You hacked into highly classified government files." "Oh, I'm all puckered." "You know, imagine my surprise when I discovered that you had done nothing to help him." "In 12 years, naught." "I thought he was dead." "Oops!" "Wrong." "Now you can help." "Don't tell me you don't want to." "I know you have guilt." "Hey!" "Hey, look at me." "I don't." "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Professor." "Are you all right?" "I'm fine." "Lay off." "Yeah." "You're fine." "Yeah, sure." "The nosebleed is what, just for fun?" "Damn it." "I've been jamming for answers." "I'm just a little burned out." "Yeah." "And then I'm just gonna guess that it's getting a little worse." "Okay." "It's like three to four times a week, now." "But it's just stress." "I mean, you get stressed, you get the flu." "Everybody knows that." "It's not the flu, dummy." "You're so close to this, you can't see that it is your connection to the experiment that's making you sick." "No, please, it's just..." "It's just..." "Yeah." "Rheticus was attempting human teleportation." "So was Joshua." "It's beyond dangerous." "Look, it'll be a little easier for me to see what you've got if you take off the cuffs." ""When love is lost and loss o'ertakes me" ""The rules of love then are hidden" ""And chaos rules and order lost" ""And hidden then my heart from love"" "Hey." "What is that?" "Nothing." "Nothing." "It's not important." "Hey." "A compass." "Rheticus claimed he owned it, only no one ever saw it." "It says here it probably never existed." "It's just folklore." "Okay, now, is it just me, or does that sound all artifact-y?" "Well, you've got the Feldkirch minerals and you're using an electrical field." "But what about the rest?" "The compass disappeared with Joshua." "My question is, what are you using instead of the compass?" "Aren't the minerals enough?" "Uh-uh." "It's the same as the metal in the compass." "It's the same thing." "No, no, no, no." "You can't just replace an artifact with, you know, something else." "There's always an X factor." "Okay." "Which is maybe why I need your help." "Which is why you shouldn't have done this at all." "I'm shutting you down." "No." "Hey!" "Hey!" "You said you were gonna help me." "What I said was, I would look." "Which I now have, and believe me, shutting you down, that is helping you." "Okay, fine." "You know what?" "Fine." "Just do it." "Just shut me down." "You abandoned him once, why shouldn't you do it again?" "It isn't like that." "No, it's exactly like that." "Joshua and me, on our own, again." "It's a good thing I'm used to it." "I know that it hasn't been easy." "No." "No, it hasn't been easy." "He was all I had after our parents died." "And then he was gone, too." "He spent his fun years sewing Girl Scout patches and teaching me how to fold an omelet." "And then, reading Maria Looney on the Red Planet to me every night." "He was a genius who put his life on hold for me." "None of that's your fault." "I opened a door to wherever he is and now he's in pain." "You saw his face." "That is my fault." "Me!" "I'm the epic fail." "Claudia, it is making you sick." "I owe him, and so do you, and we're running out of time." "Damn it, Artie!" "Help me save Joshua." "It's a pay phone." "What?" "Lattimer." "Pete, how are you?" "How are you doing?" "Artie!" "Artie, hey, man, are you all right?" "Ask him where he is." "Oh, yeah." "No." "I'm okay." "I'm okay." "I'm just here with an old friend, that's all." "Claudia Donovan." "Very good." "You read my lips using the durational spectrometer, didn't you?" "Where is he?" "Where..." "Wait, he probably doesn't know." "Right." "Right." "Artie, do you hear anything?" "A freeway, machinery..." "Train whistles." "Ask him if he hears any train whistles." "Guys." "Hey!" "Hey!" "Look, the truth is that I'm helping her." "All right?" "You're helping her?" "He's helping her?" "You're helping her, Artie?" "I figured that you'd be halfway towards finding us, but you can stop now." "Did you hear me?" "You can stop." "No, Artie, she's been under observation at a psychiatric facility, all right?" "Oh, I had no..." "Poor kid, I didn't know." "No." "No." "Not poor kid." "Poor Artie." "She's obsessed with you." "She's obsessed with the Warehouse, and I'm not letting you stay with her." "You're what?" "You're not letting me?" "That's really cute, Myka." "Cute." "Cute." "She's cute?" "Does she have a gun on you?" "Okay, look." "These kids' lives were messed up by..." "They're in trouble, I can help, that's all you need to know." "Well, let us come and help you." "No, no!" "No!" "No!" "We have everything we need to make this work." "And I'm telling you, I'm fine." "But, Artie, wait, wait!" "Artie, Artie!" "He hung up." "Now let's just get back before Frederic finds out we're gone." "Seriously, you know, if Mrs. Frederic can call us, we should be able to call her." "Is there a star 69 on this thing?" "Star 69 wasn't invented when that was made." "No." "This wasn't invented when this was made." "Why doesn't Artie want us to help him, Pete?" "What's going on?" "Yes." "What's going on indeed?" "Man, I really hate that." "I believe I told you to stay put." "No, I know." "It's just that we were going to..." "We had to..." "You know, it would be nice if we could contact you." "We had a lead." "We decided to follow it." "Okay, don't make her angry." "What kind of lead?" "Well, Artie is with Claudia Donovan." "Voluntarily." "Do you know where they are?" "It's possible." "But we've got bigger fish." "You need to get down to the Warehouse floor." "Find the San Anselmo grid." "On the Locksberg shelf number 1021." "Section 405-949-04." "Wait." "We have a right to know where Artie..." "Miss Bering." "Your right extends exactly as far as I say it does." "If Artie is working with Claudia, he may be trying to recreate her brother's experiment." "And that's bad?" "Where do you work?" "Right." "The Rheticus compass." "Yes." "His experiments were successful." "That's why he didn't disappear into thin air." "And Joshua did." "Yes, something went awry." "You have to glean how Joshua went wrong 12 years ago." "I still don't understand why you don't tell us..." "What Tell you where he is?" "If you run after Artie, governed solely by your affection for him, you won't be helping him." "I don't think it's a bad thing to care about Artie." "He needs information, not emotion." "You go empty-handed, the experiment ends up just as it did before." "You're merely two more lost bodies." "Thank you." "So, what are we looking for on the San Anselmo grid?" "I'm not certain." "But every artifact in this Warehouse is an extension of a person." "Understand Rheticus, understand the compass." "And for the record, I care a great deal what happens to Artie." "Gleaned." "Miss Fancy." "You're lucky that I have an emergency travel kit in the trunk of my car." "Well, "Serendipity" is my stripper name." "Okay, so, without the compass, what I'm hoping is that some of these will be able to help us get a much, much stronger electrical charge than what you were able to get using conventional means." "Now, to electrify the Feldkirch minerals to a higher frequency." "Ben Franklin's lightning rod." "I thought his thing was a key." "No, no, no, no, everybody fixates on the key." "No, no." "Please." "This is much, much better." "Trust me." "Well, what about..." "That's terrifying." "Listen." "Heard about the psych ward." "I had no idea." "I'm sorry." "Yeah." "Well..." "Hey." "It's his journal." "Take a look." "Joshua's?" "Mmm-hmm." "See this?" "That's a rubbing of the edge..." "Useless." "Useless." "Useless." "Useless." "I'm guessing Artie thought these things were useless." "I mean, they're all Rheticus gadgets, but none of them tripped Artie's trigger." "Okay, so, Joshua had to follow all these rules to try and make the compass work." "Right?" "The kid even figured out this complicated differential equation." "He was a genius." "Yeah, and the compass still didn't work." "Well, it half worked." "Ooh!" "What is that?" "It's engraved with the letter T." "T?" "Why not an R?" "Why T?" "I don't know what it means." "Okay?" "Look, Artie's notes said that Rheticus's work often expressed a need for order." "So, what did Joshua miss?" "I mean..." "Maybe he translated something wrong or..." "I don't know." "I don't know." "I don't know." "Maybe." "What are you doing?" "Rules and order, right?" "Right." "Okay, well, after spending the last couple of months with someone who also likes those things, you know, crosswords, puzzles..." "I like puzzles." "So?" "So..." "So did Rheticus." "A secret panel." "I'm increasing the power of the electrical field here by about 17 times where you had it." "So..." "You may want to stand back." "Yeah." "Standing isn't really an option right now." "You all right?" "What?" "Oh, super." "Artie, he's almost here." "I know." "I feel..." "I feel..." "Feels like something familiar." "Listen, I know, I know, I know." "It's all folklore." "I know this place." "I know this place." "Professor, I have found all of the instructions that I need." "I have the equation for the electrical field." "I have all of these things." "Nobody believes that Rheticus succeeded." "I mean, it's probably just a bedtime story, Joshua." "That's what you think." "Joshua doesn't get the concept of being nice to the money guy." "Do you want the professor to recommend you for the grant or not?" "See, Claudia here doesn't get the concept of being ten." "Joshua, please don't do this." "It's okay, Professor." "He may be antisocial, but he's very smart." "Knows what he's doing." "Does he?" "See this?" "This is his compass." "I know I can recreate what Rheticus did." "It's teleportation, Professor." "Please, don't." "Hey, trust me." "I started having the dreams two years ago." "It's what got me started on all this, because we were both here." "Hang in there, kid." "This should be a good first run." "We'll be able to slow him down with this one." "Yeah." "I got it." "Hold on." "Claudia." "Claudia!" "Claudia!" "Claudia!" "Claudia." "Claudia?" "Man, this guy was nuts for secret panels." "Yeah." "And they weren't mentioned in any of Claudia's books." "Yeah, and if she didn't know, it's a safe bet that Artie and Joshua didn't know." "You see the writing around these edges?" "Yeah, it's Latin." "Oh, let me guess." "You speak Latin, too." "Okay." "Make one more nerd joke, and I'm going to point out how you're losing your hair." "Okay?" "Okay, so, the rules, right?" "The rules are in Latin, and rules teach us how to use the objects." "So, Joshua took them off the compass himself." "Yeah, but he was missing something." "Rheticus hid some rules." "And Joshua never saw them." "Nice." "And I'm not losing my hair." "You don't have it high enough yet, Artie, I'm stuck." "No, Joshua!" "I can help you." "No." "Claudia's tied to this now." "It's killing her." "And you." "You're tied to this now, too." "She's the one I'm worried about." "Joshua!" "Just come back twice more." "I can hold you here." "I can save you both." "No." "No." "Will you look at her?" "This place is growing increasingly unstable." "It's getting worse." "Next time I show up here, it will kill her." "Okay, here's..." "You have to cut the tether." "All right?" "Overload the electrical field." "The conductor you're using?" "The lightning rod." "Yeah." "Blow it up." "Just use that." "No, that'll destroy the whole..." "It'll kill you, Joshua." "I know." "You can't save us both." "To save her you have to kill me." "Do it before I'm pulled back here again." "So, there's something hidden on the compass." "And we think it's the rule that Joshua missed." "Nicely done." "Now, check this out." "In Artie's notes it said that Joshua had everything that he needed for his experiment in his lab." "Where it was locked up for 12 years." "But before Artie hung up, he said that he had everything that he needed." "Bing bang boom." "Claudia took Artie to the lab." "You took the initiative, and you recognized what needed to be done, all in Artie's absence." "I'm pleased." "I know, right?" "Score!" "Why the test?" "Is Artie going somewhere?" "Let's hope not." "The directions are in the file." "You should get to that lab, and quickly." "We don't know how much time we've got left." "Do you think she's weird?" "I think she's weird." "She always acts weird." "Joshua come and gone already?" "Yeah." "Craptastic." "At least we're closer to bringing him back." "Okay." "You all right?" "Yeah." "No." "I'm fine." "Listen." "Yeah?" "Thank you." "Teleportation is such a powerful weapon, and people want it, Joshua." "They're gonna come get it." "But I think I finally solved the equation." "Listen to me." "I could just lay low." "It's..." "Listen to me." "Look, the people that..." "The people that want it, want it now, they're coming after you right now." "There's no time left, Joshua." "What you have to do is, you have to protect yourself." "You have to protect your family." "Just give me the compass temporarily." "I know exactly where to put it, where it'll be safe." "It's..." "It's in my professor's office." "Good." "Stay with Claudia until I get back." "I'll just be a minute." "Thank you, Professor." "Sure." "Hey, what're you doing?" "I made a promise to your brother that I'm not going to let anything happen to you." "What?" "We're blowing this up." "But that'll kill Joshua." "Artie, you have to put that back." "You have to have the field ready to catch him." "No, no, no, no, no." "That will kill you, and I don't care if you hate me." "I'm not going to let you die, too." "I do hate you." "I'm never going to forgive you." "He's on his way." "Good." "That's good." "What's wrong?" "Nothing." "Yes, something." "What?" "It's just your brother." "He should be back by now." "That's all." "You know what?" "Why don't we go check on him?" "Okay?" "Don't worry." "I won't let anything happen to Joshua." "I promise." "Claudia, I don't have much time before it starts again." "I'm sorry." "For everything." "But I've got to save one of you." "Showtime." "Showtime." "Artie!" "Joshua!" "I told you not to do this!" "I told you not to follow me." "Dock our pay." "We came here to save you." "Is that Claudia Donovan?" "Yes." "Yes." "She's just unconscious." "What?" "What?" "Joshua didn't have all the rules, Artie." "Rheticus loved puzzles." "And his designs had secret panels." "It's inside?" "It's inside the compass?" "Yes, in Latin." "Where is it, Artie?" "Where is the compass, Artie?" "You just have to pop open the panel and find out which rule it is." "So, where is it?" "I don't..." "I don't..." "I don't have it." "I had to try, Artie." "I couldn't give up without trying." "Once you said that there was no more time left," "I had to prove that I could teleport." "No." "No." "No." "No." "No." "No." "No..." "Artie, what are you doing?" "I'm doing what Joshua did." "No!" "No!" "That's how he died." "He's not dead." "Claudia, I think I can save him." "But what I have to do..." "Don't do this." "Artie!" "Artie, make him stop!" "You promised!" "Claudia, it's okay." "Remember, I will always, always..." "Artie, what's happening?" "It's not over." "Joshua!" "Touch my hand." "Joshua!" "Artie, no!" "Okay, where the hell are we?" "Claudia, Artie, you're here." "Joshua." "Look at you." "You..." "I can't believe you're here." "Yeah, I'm here." "I'm here." "Wait, I'm here?" "You took me to the inter-dimensional space?" "You were supposed to get him out, D-bag." "No, he was supposed to destroy it." "Clearly he's insane." "Children, don't fight." "Please, I can be both a D-bag and insane." "Just where's the compass?" "It's right there." "Okay." "Rheticus put rules written on objects, sometimes inside objects." "A hidden panel, yeah." "Yes, yes, yes." "In this case, it requires a combination, but they didn't mention a combination." "Wait." "Letters or numbers?" "Letters." "But there's 20-something letters." "How many?" "Artie?" "Try T-H-O-M-A-S." "Why?" "Thomas." "Rheticus wrote a poem The Loss of Reason about his lost love, somebody named Thomas." "Thomas." "Yeah, okay." "How did I miss that?" "Latin." "Oh, crap!" "No, no, no, no." "It's fine." "I can read it." "It's just directions." "Move the dial 90 degrees towards axis." "What?" "I'm no expert, but maybe hang on." "Can we touch the..." "Artie?" "Are you okay?" "All right." "So..." "I thought we lost you, buddy." "Oh, thanks." "Thanks for not giving up." "Shut up." "So, the secret panel thing." "I got to say, very nice work." "Well, we were motivated, you know." "Maybe you should ditch us more often." "I'm really sorry about that." "If you ever do that again, I'm not finding you, and I quit." "Yeah." "Just out of curiosity, by the way, how exactly did you figure out the secret panel thing?" "Well, each artifact is an extension of a person, Artie." "We gleaned what we needed from the person." "Mmm-hmm." "Mrs. Frederic." "I thought so." "Hey, hey, you know, she's pretty scary, man." "If we hadn't found something, she probably would have glared us to death." "Yeah." "You have no idea." "What?" "It's just..." "It couldn't have been easy losing someone on the job like that." "It wasn't." "Well, you know, if you ever want to talk about it..." "I don't want to talk about it." "Okay." "Oh." "Oh, uh..." "You know, unless you want to talk about it." "I mean..." "Unless you want..." "Anytime you want to talk about it is fine, okay?" "Okay." "Okay, bye." "Bye." "Bye." "Hello, Mrs. Frederic." "Arthur." "An in-person visit." "Must have done something right, or wrong." "It's a little of both." "I had to go back." "I know." "I was responsible back then." "You wanted him to teleport?" "I thought he could do it." "No, I knew." "So I pushed him." "And he was lost for 12 years." "And you might have prevented it all." "And I might have saved Gus, but I didn't." "We make mistakes." "Some people are lost." "We can't save everyone." "Something to keep in mind regarding Mr. Lattimer and Miss Bering." "That's not why I'm here." "Then why?" "The girl, Claudia." "We didn't do a very good job of protecting her, did we?" "She was determined to find her brother." "And in the process, she learned a great deal about the Warehouse, which could become problematic." "She wouldn't hurt us." "But others might." "And..." "You know what the options are." "Previously on Warehouse 13..." "Years ago, I swear you said you were just a simple professor." "You left out the top-secret warehouse full of madcap." "Claudia." "You're the breach." "Knock, knock." "Your brother Joshua visits you and tells you he's not dead." "He's stuck." "Help me bring him back." "Oh, thanks." "Thanks for not giving up." "Claudia learned a great deal about the Warehouse, which could become problematic." "You know what the options are." "And this." "And this." "What artifact did that?" "Or is that the artifact?" "It was created by late, little-known sculptor Walter Burleigh." "And it was stolen late last night from a high-end auction house in New York." "But that's not the issue." "The issue is how this thing was stolen, because why, after I just got back into this world, you're in such a rush to shove me out the door?" "Because I didn't spend half my life trying to save your life so you could surf the net and watch YouTube." "Well, excuse me for trying to catch up on current events and the state of the world for the last 12 years." "Hey, we're working." "We're working right here." "Artie, I'm sorry." "But apparently, I have to find a job." "Don't know exactly what I'm going to put in that little gap in my resume." "Well, hey, what about what got you there in the first place?" "You!" "What?" "Don't you have something to do?" "Like stay out of federal prison?" "And aren't you supposed to be writing me a full technical schematic on how you cracked my Warehouse?" "Yeah, buddy, it's upstairs." "It's almost finished." "Well, then, I want you to finish it." "And I want every redirect and every backslash." "Go, now." "And then, after that, you're going into the Warehouse and you're going to rewire what you unwired when you broke in." "I'd like to unwire you." "Ah!" "The patter of little feet." "All right, so, Artie, somebody boosts an ugly sculpture." "Why does that involve us?" "Okay, what is significant here is how this thing was stolen." "I mean, this theft was impossible." "It was a high-end alarm system and 8-inch-thick walls, sealed vault." "So, one second that sculpture was there, next second gone." "But it's still just a well-executed art theft." "I mean, it doesn't automatically shout "Warehouse," does it?" "Things rarely shout "Warehouse." "" They usually whisper." "Hey, isn't this a little odd?" "That's what they do." "Yeah." "Well, I could be wrong." "I mean, it could be nothing." "But I'm probably not wrong." "Last time I was wrong was 1987, June." "Stop right there." "That." "I want to hear more about that." "Not a chance." "Go." "Okay." "Here we go." "Going." "Go, go, go, go, go." "Hey, Artie." "Yeah?" "Hey, you know I love New York." "A great town." "Yeah." "It is." "So, I was just thinking maybe you guys could kick down some tickets to a show or..." "Well, it depends on the show." "Really?" "No." "Get out of here." "Show." "Think you're gonna have time for a stupid musical." "Or that I'd even pay for it." "Off Broadway's not that expensive." "Carruther's Auction House prides itself on security." "This theft has us stumped." "Video surveillance shows nothing." "I'm assuming you use an electronic lock that records all activity." "And it says the door never opened." "Who's selling the piece?" "Private estate." "He decided to auction after he was approached by two interested parties, both with deep pockets." "When is this auction scheduled?" "It was for today." "I hate to ask, but would you mind?" "Oh..." "You know, maybe one of these interested parties hates competition." "Which would mean that said party has an artifact that lets them pull off an impossible heist." "Or the simple answer, an inside job." "She does bear scrutiny." "Follow me." "Yes, ma'am." "She's out of your league." "How do you know what my league is?" "Not that I asked for them, but I've got season tickets." "That's good." "I like that." "So, the thief takes one piece." "Was it the most valuable one in here?" "No." "Far from it." "But there's no accounting for taste." "I don't know." "Some things are just classic." "Pete." "Yeah." "Can you come here for a second?" "Excuse me." "Hmm?" "Why don't I stay here in the vault, look for anything, you know, Warehouse-y and you go check out those two interested parties?" "Well, wouldn't things go quicker if we just work together?" "Well, not if you're on a date." "Look, this way we can cover twice as much ground and maybe you'll even get done in time to take skirt-girl to a show." "Two interested parties, huh?" "I'll get their info." "Great." "I'll go with." "Batter up." "Agent Lattimer?" "Hey." "Gilbert Radburn." "Yeah, I've seen your name on a few buildings." "Good." "That's why I put it up there." "What can I do for you?" "You were interested in the sculpture that was stolen last night, the Burleigh?" "I was." "And as you might guess, I'm not fond of losing." "What's the Secret Service's interest?" "How it was stolen." "Which was?" "You mind telling me where you were last night?" "Ha!" "I have no need to steal." "Well, sometimes it's not about stealing." "You know, it's about conquering." "Like putting your name on a building." "I was with friends." "All night?" "This is the city that never sleeps." "Do you want names?" "Yes, please." "That would be swell." "Also, why the Burleigh?" "What's so special about it?" "Eye of the beholder, Agent Lattimer." "Eye of the beholder." "Yeah." "I'll get you those names." "Thank you, sir." "What's up?" "You should get back here." "You got something?" "I found something behind one of the crates, but it's easier to show and tell." "What is it?" "You're not going to believe this, but I smell fudge." "I'll be right there." "What are we talking about here?" "Well, it's right here." "You can see it." "Right." "What the hell?" "Okay." "Easy." "Whoa!" "Oh." "Pete, no." "No." "Artifact behavior usually requires a human element, right?" "Yeah." "Just be careful." "Okay." "Okay?" "Okay." "Wow." "Oh, my..." "Check it out." "It's crazy." "Okay, you see, this is one of those artifacts that I'd really like to keep." "Pete, put it in." ""Hey, Rocky, watch me pull a rabbit out of my hat."" "Now that's cool." "Ouch!" "That's what I thought." "What?" "That pinching causes pain?" "No." "No." "I know that." "But the feather, it only works up to your elbow." "So, not enough to get in and out with the sculpture." "Exactly." "Which means that this is only part of the artifact." "It's not the whole thing." "Well, at least that narrows it down." "We're looking for an art-stealing bird that walks through walls." "Like Artie always says," ""Never rule anything out." "Never rule anything out."" "Show me." "Okay." "Looks Native American." "Yeah, we think it fell off something larger, a ceremonial object, a walking stick, a peace pipe maybe." "Or a bird." "Yeah." "Any guesses who this thing belonged to?" "Well, maybe one of the two guys who wanted to buy the sculpture, but we haven't interviewed one of them yet." "Radburn's too rich to risk it." "He could outbid Donald Trump." "I think we can rule him out." "Never rule anything out." "Okay." "Well, the second guy's a rich dude." "His name is Jeffrey Weaver." "Jeffrey Weaver?" "Is that the son of Alexander Weaver?" "Artie, who is Alexander Weaver?" "Yeah." "Was." "He was an extortionist, real estate swindler." "And a ravager of cultures." "Not a nice man." "Now deceased." "And, yes, his son, Jeffrey, lives in New York, so..." "Look, unless the acorn fell very far from the tree, watch your backs." "Hmm." "Which one are you Let's see." "Is it that one?" "Whoa!" "Jeez!" "Hey!" "Chill, sparky." "How's it going?" "You mean, are you scared I'm gonna burn the house down?" "Emergency exits are clearly marked." "You think my concern for you is insincere?" "I think you should pass me the cable shears." "Those." "So, anxious to get on with your life?" "Such shocking insight." "Did my aura tell you that?" "You're certainly pushing Joshua." "Only 'cause he needs it." "You do have a thing for him." "You're changing the subject." "You brought him up." "Now that you've saved him, your life's work is complete." "And that scares you." "So, you're forcing your own need for a purpose onto him." "Genius." "And all done without a couch." "How much do I owe you, Dr. Freud?" "If Joshua accomplishes great things, then your sacrifice is justified." "But you're also afraid of being alone." "Truly alone." "It's okay if I don't like you, right?" "Of course." "But you do." "Mr. Weaver will be right with you." "Thank you." "Wow!" "Call the cops." "Crime solved." "It's not what it looks like." "No?" "Because what it looks like is that you're in possession of stolen goods." "Take a closer look." "That's not the one that was stolen." "There are four in the series, each named for one of the four elements." "This one is fire, the stolen one is wind." "Check with the auction house." "How can you tell them apart?" "You're a trained expert with a scrupulous eye for detail." "Or you read the brass plaque on the base." "Jeff Weaver." "Myka Bering, pleasure." "Right." "You mind telling us where you were last night?" "Hosting a charity event for the Children's Hospital in New Orleans." "Rich, good-Iooking, likes kids." "Who's on a date now?" "Okay, you said that there were four sculptures, earth, wind and fire?" "Love those guys." "Rock, wind and fire, actually." "And water." "Right." "It's the artist's tribute to Native American creation myth." "Native Americans?" "You into that stuff?" "It's an interest." "You wouldn't happen to be missing a feather, would you?" "Maybe off something that lets you walk through walls?" "What'd you just say?" "You've got a lousy poker face there, Jeffy." "New Orleans is, what, a three-hour flight away?" "You're still on our suspect list." "Lacell, get in here!" "Whoa!" "Hey, hold it right there!" "Don't move, let me see your hands." "What is it?" "This dude was at Radburn's construction site." "Yeah." "He was giving me the stink eye." "It's all right." "His name is Lacell." "He works for me." "We'll decide when it's all right, okay?" "He also works for Radburn." "It's..." "It's complicated." "Hey, wait." "You work for Weaver and Radburn?" "Look, Lacell's not the problem." "If what you said about someone walking through walls is true, this sculpture isn't safe." "You think they're coming after this one next, don't you?" "We're standing right here." "I think we've got it covered." "Thank you, but I can provide my own protection." "That's not an offer, okay?" "If somebody's walking through walls, the United States government needs to know who and how." "All I can tell you is this sculpture is the next target." "So, please, let me move it to a secure location." "All right, well, hold on." "What's that, Badgey?" "Hmm?" "Okay." "Sorry, Badgey says we stay with the sculpture." "So, wherever it goes, we go." "No, no, no, no, no, don't touch that." "I'm in the middle of a game." "With whom?" "Myself." "White's been backed into a corner by black." "I'm waiting for a eureka moment to save white's butt." "Been waiting a while?" "Three months." "Why?" "Claudia was looking it over." "Noticed you were in a bit of a pickle." "She noticed I was in a pickle." "Where is the little demon?" "She's in there." "She's got work to do." "Artie, Artie, Artie, she's taking a break." "She's been working very hard." "I hate that look." "Here it comes." "Claudia needs a home." "This is not the humane society." "She is not a stray cat." "She's not staying here." "Mrs. Frederic's getting antsy as it is." "I'm not suggesting she stay here." "Artie, you can pull strings." "MIT, Caltech." "Please." "She needs a challenge." "Artie, she needs people." "She's got Joshua." "And Joshua's on his own path." "Yes, they're both brilliant, but he's a researcher, and she's a doer." "She needs people like her." "Brash, rude, anti-social, impulsive?" "We're discussing Claudia, not you." "See, that's kind of a low-blow." "If you weren't so brash, rude..." "What are you doing?" "No, no, no, no, no, no!" "Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!" "Check." "I'll be damned." "Maybe, but I'm not one to judge." "White beats black in nine moves." "Whoa!" "Is the sculpture okay back there?" "Yes, it's fine." "I'm fine, too, by the way." "Thank you for asking." "Hey, would you tell Chief Lead Foot to take it easy?" "And how much longer until we reach the airport, anyway?" "Pete, is everything okay?" "Stop the truck!" "Stop the truck!" "Pete, are you okay?" "Pete, look at me." "Hey, stop!" "Pete?" "I need an ambulance right away." "Pete!" "Hey, partner." "How are you feeling?" "Sore." "Everywhere." "Any cookies?" "You've been out for a while." "Remember anything?" "I had my molecules rearranged, and I got shoved out the side of a moving truck." "That about sums it up." "Not surprisingly, it gives you quite a headache." "You know, I told Artie what you said about the buckskin coat before you passed out, and the creation myth." "He's doing his thing." "Yeah, I don't get it." "I mean, this guy could be robbing Fort Knox." "Why the sculptures?" "I guess that's our little puzzle, isn't it?" "Mmm." "The pretty boy." "What is he doing here?" "Jeff got you a free multi-point inspection, made sure all your parts are where they belong." "Jeff did?" "Yes, Jeff did." "He owns the hospital, or built it, or something." "Well, that's handy." "He asked me to dinner." "It's 3:00 a.m." "Well, in the cafeteria." "Big spender." "But I said no." "You should go." "No." "I should stay here with you." "Nah." "Nah." "I mean, Pete..." "Pete." "No." "Myka." "This guy knows what's going on." "Now, go for it." "You know, use your feminine wiles." "Smile." "You're pretty when you smile." "I am?" "Yeah." "So, what does that mean when I'm not smiling?" "You're kind of frightening." "Head injury." "Nurse." "Something I said?" "I was just going to come tell you." "Here I am." "Yeah, you were right." "I have to go." "Wow!" "Zero to 120." "I didn't mean today." "I was just looking for some forward momentum." "Yeah, well, Artie made a few calls." "And there's a position at CERN." "I should take it." "It's a once in a lifetime." "You're going to Switzerland?" "Yeah." "Smashing atoms?" "Like you said," "I can't spend the rest of my life listening to Springsteen and surfing the web." "Hey, if an inter-dimensional rift can't keep me from being in touch with you, you think a few thousand miles will?" "Well, you better." "As I think I've demonstrated, I will hunt you down." "Yeah." "Come here." "Come on." "Pete's fine, but somebody else could get hurt." "I mean, where does that buckskin coat come from?" "Is it connected to the sculpture somehow?" "There are hundreds of these Native American creation myths." "I know." "I know." "I still think that the feather, however, gives us our best clue." "Anyway, the feather was predominantly used by the Delaware Nations and also by the..." "Aha!" "By the Lenape tribe." "They're the ones who sold Manhattan to the Dutch for 24 bucks worth of arts and crafts." "That's not a great deal." "You had to be there." "And according to Lenape legend, the world was created through the spirits of four elements." "Four." "Fire which gave us our soul, wind, our breath, water, death..." "This is fascinating." "And rock, which gave the..." "Leena." "Rock gave the world solidity." "So, someone has a buckskin coat that manipulates solidity." "Manipulates solidity." "I think that this whole thing could be a pattern." "Because if there are artifacts that control the other elements, and somebody were to acquire those artifacts, that somebody would have immense power over..." "The world." "At the risk of sounding dramatic." "That's never stopped you before." "That's true." "Mama?" "Pete, what took you so long?" "Listen," "Jeffrey Weaver," "I think that that guy needs a second look." "Yeah." "Myka's taking a look at him now over dry turkey, mushy vegetables and tapioca pudding." "Okay, you're still in the hospital?" "I got pushed out of the side of a steel truck." "I'm recuperating." "Yeah, well, recuperate later." "Because while Myka's keeping Weaver busy," "I'm gonna need you to toss his apartment." "Why steal his stuff from himself?" "Is Weaver our guy?" "Well, tell me what you find out and I will let you know." "It's very romantic." "I had Verna turn up the steam tables." "It's all about atmosphere." "Well, you sure know how to wow a girl." "It's my best move." "So, what made you join the Secret Service?" "Well, it was either that or prison." "I'm kidding." "What about you?" "I mean, what is it you do exactly?" "Accrue interest." "Re-invest." "Try and do something good with it." "That's a nice life." "Yeah, well, it depends on how you got it." "Your father." "My father, yeah." "And you don't want to follow in his footsteps, is that it?" "I want to erase his footsteps." "What?" "What?" "I'm just trying to decide if I'm sitting here with a good guy or a bad guy." "You know who was in business with Radburn years ago?" "The other guy who wanted the sculpture?" "That's right." "Jeffrey Weaver's father." "Both those guys tried to push really hard at that time to sell them all four of his sculptures." "Yeah, what do they do?" "I don't know." "I guess, you know, something happens when you put all four sculptures together." "My best guess." "Something..." "Bad." "Bad, bad." "You find anything at Weaver's yet?" "No." "I don't know." "This place is clean." "If he's the guy with the coat, he probably..." "Come on." "What?" "It's probably nothing." "I'll call you back." "No, no, no, wait, wait." "What..." "You've got to be kidding me." "What a hack." "Bingo-mania." "So, what are you really after in all of this?" "And don't tell me, "The government needs to know."" "I'm here for the coat." "And, yeah, the government actually does want it." "There are certain things that just shouldn't be out in the world." "True." "But you." "You're only interested in the sculptures." "Why?" "They're not that valuable." "You know, I think things that were created together belong together." "Whoever's doing this, and I haven't ruled you out yet, is also collecting them." "What happens when the four sculptures are together?" "Seriously, Jeff, you should tell me before somebody..." "Just give me a second." "Pete?" "Is everything okay up there?" "Yeah." "I'm at Weaver's." "What?" "What are you..." "The guy's got a secret room that's a shrine to Burleigh." "He must have bought up everything the guy ever touched." "Whatever's going on, your boyfriend's neck deep in it." "I'll wrap this up then." "So, we should probably head upstairs, huh?" "You know, I'd really rather go back to your place." "It's funny." "I usually like it when a beautiful woman says that." "That is funny." "That is funny because I never like it when my date lies to me." "You know, I don't..." "Burleigh was married to a Lenape woman." "The sculptures are some kind of a key to a sacred underground cave." "To a sacred what?" "A cave." "It says that it contains four offerings to the spirits of creation." "Somehow, he hid the directions to the cave in the sculptures." "So, those four sculptures, they're a map?" "If you put the four sculptures together, maybe they tell you where this cave is." "Yeah, but how, Artie?" "I mean, we're missing something." "Mr. Radburn, we found this man trying to break in." "It's Lacell, right?" "What do you do for me, Mr. Lacell?" "Geological surveys, sir." "That's right." "You see what's underground, don't you?" "And yet, here you are, lurking very high above ground." "Find anything interesting?" "No, sir." "You're not a very good liar, Mr. Lacell." "And you work for Mr. Weaver." "Don't waste your breath with denials." "Was he wearing it?" "Yes, sir." "Let me have it." "Tell me about this." "It's nothing." "My father gave it to me." "Don't you mean your uncle?" "As I said before, deception is not your strong suit." "Walter Burleigh was your uncle, wasn't he?" "Why do you think that I hired you?" "I had hoped you would lead me to the place." "Your uncle hid clues to the sacred cave in his art." "What's this?" ""Water, rock, wind."" "Well, that's helpful." "Now I know how to arrange the sculptures." "Wait for me outside." "But what then?" "How does it work?" "How will they lead me to the place where the objects are hidden?" "I don't know." "Give that back." "You have what you want." "Do you want to leave here alive, Lacell?" "Well, is there more?" ""The truth is in the dawn."" "What does it mean?" "I don't know." "The truth is in the dawn." "What does it mean?" "I don't know!" "I don't know!" "I suppose you didn't know." "The truth is in the dawn." "The truth is in the dawn." "Look, I..." "I don't know what that means, but it's written all over Burleigh's notes." "What's written?" "Dawn." "This..." "I mean, I don't know." "Creation maybe?" "Tony Orlando and..." "Creation." "Or destruction." "Yeah." "Look, Artie, how much of this stuff do we really believe?" "Enough that if he's looking for this cave, it's better that we find it first." "I would agree with that." "Your partner's already got me covered." ""Lucy, you've got some 'splainin' to do."" "So, where's the coat?" "Gilbert Radburn beat me to it, same way he's been trying to find the cave." "What cave?" "Underground, sacred." "Check it out." "We have to stop him." "Like you said, there are some things that should not be out in the world." "Yeah, well, what about that big guy that works for the two of you?" "Lacell is Lenape." "He wants to save the cave, too." "He's been my eyes at Radburn's digs." "He hasn't checked in, either." "I think something's happened." "Okay, so, we have to find this cave before Radburn does." "Well, if he's got all four sculptures, he could be there now." "We've got all of Burleigh's notes right here." "No." "That hasn't helped me solve it yet." "True, Mr. Weaver, but you're not me." "And right now, we need to find the location of that cave before Radburn does." "The truth is in the dawn." "Well, of course." "It's a map." "Thank you." "So, Burleigh stopped taking notes when he got close to finding the cave." "Yeah." "It's like he realized the stories were true and stopped writing anything down." "Well, you know, I think it may be enough because I found all these old maps..." "Knock, knock." "...and I..." "I wish you wouldn't do that." "God." "Not funny." "Hang on..." "I just came by to grab my tools and then I'm hitting the proverbial road." "I'm thinking Vegas." "Not..." ""Really?" "Vegas, Claudia?" ""Remember, always hit on 16, never on 17."" "There's got to be a Lenape settlement here somewhere, and it's got to be somewhere safe." "Yeah, and they'd look for a place with special properties." "It's gotta be somewhere safe." "So, no, this is not..." "What?" "What?" "Hey, hey, you'II..." "Dude, have you considered matching these against magnetic ley lines?" "No, you don't..." "One runs right along the east edge of the island." "Right there." "This is the..." "So..." "An underground cave in Manhattan, huh?" "You know, if no one's run into it..." "In all these years, then we can eliminate everywhere where they've dug for major utility junctions and subways." "Subways." "This looks right." "Indeed, it does." "Guys, I think I've got it." "I've got it." "It is Lower East Side, Corlears Hook." "That is just south of the Williamsburg Bridge." "And it's right near the water and it's gotta be away from the subway lines." "And Claudia pointed out that..." "Uh..." "Radburn's building there." "He's been digging everywhere that Burleigh focused using new construction to cover his hunt." "Then he's close to finding it." "Okay, Artie, we're heading out." "Yeah, okay." "Feel free to hurry." "Yeah." "All right, I need to get right here, right next to this cave." "How long will that take?" "We can blow it in five minutes." "I need the contents of the cave to be intact." "Nothing can be disturbed." "Contents?" "Well, if it's a surgical blow," "I say we blast right here, next to it, and go sideways the last couple of feet by jackhammering." "You just get me next to that cave." "I'll take care of everything else." "Let's go." "Fire in the hole!" "Your site's just 18 inches the other side of that wall." "Let me get a couple guys with jackhammers." "No one comes near here." "You understand?" "It's true." "It's all true." "The water of eternal life." ""You shall have the power of nature herself."" "Hey!" "Hey, hey, hey!" "Gilbert Radburn, where is he?" "Down at the blast site, but I'm getting out of here." "Let's go." ""He shall have the strength of 100 men." ""And he shall harness the strength of the Earth."" "You kind of got your hands full, don't you?" "Don't, Gil!" "You don't know what you're dealing with." "You're too late, Jeff." "This is what I was meant to do." "Nut bag." "The nuttiest." "Okay, Radburn, drop the arrow." "Put it back, Gil." "It's not for us!" "Not for you, Jeff." "You're weak." "So was your father." "Listen to me, you don't know what you're doing." "The fourth element completes the transformation." "Then nothing can stop me." "How fitting that this place should be your tomb." "No, no, no, it's not meant for you." "They're meant for the man who's strong enough to use them." "Knock, knock." "God, don't do that." "That just never stops being funny, don't you think?" "Oh." "Never." "What are you doing here?" "What happened with Vegas?" "That was too easy." "You didn't." "Just a little pocket money." "Shouldn't you be in college or something?" "Don't you want to be with people your own age?" "Artie, I'm not my own age." "Come on." "Writing English papers and going to frat parties?" "Boring." "I mean, at least here, you know, there's a challenge." "That there is." "You up for it?" "The question is, geezer," "are you?" "Oh." "You are so out of your league." "What kind of artifact could cause a gas explosion?" "I thought we were gonna get a break." "Did you ask Artie?" "Yeah." "He laughed for about five minutes." "I guess that's an answer." "You know, I'm not asking for two weeks in Tahiti, you know?" "I just want a couple days to get out of Podunk, Dakota, and go someplace that serves martinis." "Well, you are looking pretty ragged." "You got those bags under your eyes and..." "What?" "I'm supporting you, here." "It's very helpful." "Thanks." "Ow!" "Secret Service." "That's a big-ass generator, huh?" "Mmm-hmm." "I count six body bags." "Excuse me, can I see this body, please?" "Oh, God." "Kentucky Fried, extra crispy." "Thank you." "Can I help you?" "Hi." "I'm Agent Bering." "This is Agent Lattimer." "Captain Powell." "Secret Service?" "What went down here last night?" "An underground gas main ruptured." "It ignited." "City engineers are checking to see if it's safe to go down there." "Until then, that's all I know." "Thanks for stopping by." "Hmm." "I think I have more questions." "You?" "Let's go meet the engineer." "Let's." "You get through?" "Hello?" "Hey." "It's us again." "Look, General, I'm going to need a list of all the casualties and a list of all the witnesses to the accident." "Well, it's pretty much the same list." "Half a dozen suspects haven't even been processed yet." "All right?" "We're still trying to confirm the IDs." "And I wasn't here, but a desk sergeant and a duty officer got knocked out by the blast." "One's comatose and the other one's in surgery." "I'm sorry to hear that." "Good." "So maybe now you'll let me get to the ton of paperwork I have ahead of me." "Hey." "So, what do you think?" "Is it safe to go down there?" "Yeah." "There's not much to see, but it appears to be structurally sound." "Mmm." "It's dark." "Thanks." "Okay." "So, this must have been a cellar they sealed up when they built the police station." "Uh-huh." "Huh." "You got a vibe?" "No." "Something else happened." "Check this out." "The explosion must have blown this door open." "Pete?" "Wow." "I guess he's been down here quite a while." "Yeah." "Secret Service." "Myka." "Uh-huh?" "This guy was a Warehouse agent." "Look, he has a Secret Service star, but his ID and his credentials are dust." "I'm sending for the body right now, okay?" "And meanwhile, what I want you to do is I want you to get me pictures." "Meanwhile, I am going to find who this agent is." "I'll ID him and I will find out, if I can, what mission he was on." "It looks like the blast opened up the wall, and somehow, people were fried." "I mean, could an artifact cause an explosion like that?" "Or did the explosion release the artifact and then burn everybody up?" "Well, that is a very good question, Pete, very good question." "That's exactly what you have to figure out." "Bye." "How the hell?" "How the hell am I going to figure out who that mysterious agent is?" "Unfortunately, the Warehouse filing system never quite caught up to the computer age." "Like your wardrobe." "Yeah, could..." "What?" "These are earth tones." "They never go out of style." "The files on all the Warehouse agents for the last 200 years, give or take." "And missing agents, too, somewhere." "Excellent." "You can teach me about scrapbooking." "Yeah." "Okay, I'll call you if I need you." "All right, all right, I've got my own stuff." "Besides, I'm allergic to old." "Hey, Myka just sent pics from the scene!" "Yeah, no, we're getting the actual body later today, so we don't need that digital crap." "Digital's just as good, Artie." "No, you know what?" "Welcome to the new millennium." "Pixels will never replace the real thing." "Pixels, you know what they are?" "They're just..." "Look, they're a start, but they're..." "God, they're a really small start." "But they don't have to be." "What?" "They can be so much more." "I've been working on something, okay?" "I really want to show you." "No, I really, really don't need any kind of newfangled..." "Chill." "This is totally old-fangled." "Check it out." "What..." "What..." "What is..." "Is that..." "Is part of that a Bell + Howell Spectroscope?" "Surprise." "I repurposed it." "What?" "Without asking me?" "What?" "It's just a hologram projector." "It's perfectly safe." "Now behold..." "No." "No." "I don't need to behold." "Can we behold a whole other time?" "See, I've composited all of Myka's pictures, and..." "Wait." "No." "No, no, hold on." "No, I know this works." "Yeah." "I'm sure it's fabulous." "Can we just do this at a more appropriate..." "Percussive maintenance." "Wait, it gets better." "What did you..." "What did you do?" "I upgraded the whole megillah." "Strung together a bunch of Haswells on a Cray XT backbone I found in the Warehouse." "I mean, I guess keeping me around here wasn't the worst idea you ever had." "What is that?" "Is that a tattoo on what's left of his skin there?" "Could be." "Can you zoom in a little?" "Okay." "Yeah." "Yeah, I can't..." "I can't..." "Could you digitally reconstruct that?" "Couldn't any genius whiz kid?" "Okay, you do that." "I'll be in the records room." ""Really brilliant job, Claudia." "Love the initiative."" ""Oh, thank you." "Thanks, Artie."" "So, nothing on the tapes, like I said." "You know, I'm really enjoying our time together." "These are the personal effects from the suspects who died in the accident, right?" "Yeah." "And processing them has a very low priority right now." "Yeah, but whoever started the job put out seven trays." "Yeah?" "There were only six bodies." "Son of a bitch." "Son of a bitch." "Everybody, drop what you're doing right now." "Which means we might have a survivor or a witness." "Or a guy with an artifact that fries people." "Reggie Hinton, where are you now?" "Look, buddy, give me some of that." "Reggie?" "Shut up." "We gotta get out of here, y'all." "Now." "He's coming after us, all of us." "Who is?" "Just come on, y'all." "We gotta get out of here, now." "Reggie!" "Wait, Reggie!" "Let's go." "Reggie, who is this guy?" "It's him!" "It's consistent with a fast, hot fire." "The same as the bodies in the station." "Except this time, no gas leak." "Looks like they were microwaved." "We ID'd this one as Reggie Hinton, your suspect." "What killed these guys?" "Why is this not..." " Okay, it's an eagle." " Yeah!" "And an anchor." "Uh-huh." "And just a circle, I guess." "Could it be a globe?" "Yeah." "Why not?" "Okay, so, eagle, anchor, globe." "He's a Marine." "He's a Marine." "That's gonna narrow it down." "I mean, there's only like a dozen or so agents that were former Marines." "So, you know, we can..." "Yeah." "There are more bodies." "They're burned to a crisp again, but there's still no sign of an actual fire." "No fire?" "Wait a minute." "No fire." "Okay, so, there was..." "There was some Babylonian battery." "It was unearthed and then lost again in 1952 in Texas, not Missouri." "But there was also a rumor that Edward Teller was working on a micro-fission thing, but I don't think that that..." "Well, here's a wrinkle." "There's a handprint on the bodies." "It's the only part not burned, and our only suspect was one of the victims." "It was like he was, I don't know, followed from the police station, Artie." "No, no, no." "Not like he was followed." "He was chased." "I don't think that these deaths are random." "So, maybe somebody at the station last night found the artifact, whatever it is, and used it to settle some old scores." "Yeah, okay, you know what?" "You trace the victims, you see if they've got any enemies, then maybe you can get ahead of this guy before he settles more scores." "Okay?" "Bye." "Yeah." "If that's what it was, which I doubt, you know." "Would it have killed you to leave a note?" "Captain Powell." "Yes?" "Did you know that every one of these burn victims were members of the same gang?" "And they were brought in the other night after an altercation with a rival gang." "I mean, could this be payback?" "That's just what we need, a turf war with a new kind of weapon in play." "Okay, we're gonna need names, addresses, whatever you've got." "The head of our gang unit, Sergeant Clark, is out on leave." "As soon as I get in touch with him," "I will put him through to you." "And this is Clark, huh?" "Until then, this is his latest stuff." "Will you need a blue-and-white escort?" "No, no, we can handle it." "Good. 'Cause I really can't spare one." "I think he's starting to warm up to us, you know, a little." "I can't..." "It's not..." "Your uncle staying the weekend or just the night?" "Yeah, he just arrived." "This is actually the missing agent." "It's a little bit better than a hologram or pixel, isn't it?" "If you're into that kind of thing." "Yeah, well, you know, I'm trying to scan it with this dingus you made, and I can't connect it..." "Hold on." "May I?" "Seriously." "Yeah, well." "Just do that, but go slower." "All right." "Wow me with your 3D." "Hey, I don't appreciate the tone, young man." "Yeah." "A little speed would be good." "People are actually dying." "Yeah." "Go." "Nice." "Okay?" "This is what I'm saying." "Wow." "Okay." "So..." "He's kind of cute for an old-timey guy." "Okay." "Okay." "No." "No." "No." "No." "Welcome back to the Warehouse, Jack Secord." "Joined the Marines in '48, recruited to the Warehouse in '55." "Last known location, Minneapolis." "That's a long way from St. Louis, Louis." "Five, four, eight, four." "Here, put these on." "What are we, going into surgery?" "Just do as you're told, please." "Okay." "Oh, Jack Secord, living quarters, personal effects, sealed 6l22l62." "Holy Bed  Breakfast, Batman." "This is Leena's." "No, no." "This is the Warehouse, but yes, it is Room 5 of the Bed  Breakfast, but still the Warehouse." "See, whenever a Warehouse agent, if he disappears or if he dies..." "Hey, are you listening to me?" "Yeah." "If he dies mysteriously, then, you know, living quarters, personal effects, they're collected, they're preserved right here." "So he smoked." "A lot." "Hey, it was the '60s." "Everybody smoked." "What's this?" "What's what?" ""I'll be in town in a few days." "Until then..."" "Are there envelopes?" "No." "So, there's no addresses?" "No." "Maybe he thought somebody was reading his mail." "Well, you know, it was the Cold War, probably somebody was reading his mail, but girlfriends weren't against the rules, unless..." "Wait, girlfriends?" "Yeah." "It's female writing." "See?" "You can still smell the perfume." "Oh." "So, was that like an old-school booty call?" "Yeah, before there was texting, grasshopper, there was a time when people actually did put pen to..." "You know what?" "That's the ticket." "Here, you know, it's not what he got, it's what he actually wrote." "The indentations left behind." "Oh, sweet." "Yeah, product of a misspent youth." "And that is..." "Rebecca." "And where do you live, Rebecca?" "Is that St. Louis?" "Yeah." "St. Louis." "Well, what do you know, Jack Secord?" "You actually did leave a note." "Rad." "Rebecca Saint Clair?" "I'm Agent Lattimer." "This is Agent Bering." "We're with the Secret Service." "Oh, my." "How can I help you?" "Would you mind if we came inside?" "Well, sure." "Thank you." "Ma'am, we're just in the middle of an investigation, and a body was found today." "A body?" "Yes." "In the personal effects of the deceased was this address." "Oh, my God." "You found Jack." "So, you knew him?" "Jack Secord, yes." "I knew him quite well." "Where did you find him?" "Well, he was..." "He was sealed up underground." "We're very sorry." "Do you remember if he mentioned any strange occurrences before he went missing?" "Jack really didn't talk about his work." "Is this connected with that awful thing that happened at the police station?" "No." "Yes." "We're really not at liberty to say, but if you have anything, if you know anything, no matter how seemingly insignificant, it would be very helpful." "Would you like some tea and cookies?" "No." "Yes, please." "Yeah..." "I..." "Yeah..." "I just..." "I love cookies." "He does." "Let me put on a kettle." "Okay." "Thank you." "Thank you." "Thank you." "What are you doing?" "Establishing a rapport, you know, making her feel comfortable." "I think she knows something." "Is that a vibe or do I hear your stomach growling?" "I haven't eaten since last night, okay?" "Unbelievable." "Unbelievable." "Those look great." "Thank you." "The tea will be here in a minute." "Thank you." "I'd just like to ask you, when his body was found, was there anything strange about..." "Agent Bering." "Good cookie." "What?" "When?" "What's the address?" "Thank you." "Pete." "It happened again." "Same condition?" "Uh-huh." "Okay." "I'm sorry, ma'am, but we've got to go." "Thank you so much for everything." "I'm sorry." "Just..." "I won't..." "Pete, don't take them all." "Okay." "That one is..." "Have more people been electrocuted?" "Listen, we're very sorry, but we really can't talk about it." "Thank you." "Thank you." " Let go of me." " Take it easy, kid." "Don't touch me, you stupid pig." "Stop." "Take it easy." "Watch yourself." "Just don't kill me." "Okay, look, we're not here to hurt you, okay?" "We just want to ask you a few questions." "No." "The cops that killed him are going to kill me, too." "What do you mean, "like him"?" "Like who?" "The killer guy." "Are you saying a cop did this?" "Five-0 walked right up and started burning people." "I was just over there." "I don't know, it was crazy." "What's going on?" "Who's this?" "Some witness." "He says a cop did this." "Yeah?" "They never say that." "He's probably covering for a gang he wants to join." "Hey, get the hell out of here." "Look, have all of your officers checked in after the explosion?" "No." "But only Clark is out, the head of the gang unit." "Why?" "Because he needed to decompress." "He lost his temper in an interrogation." "So, these bodies, these gang members, fall under his jurisdiction?" "Well, of course." "But like I said..." "He's on RR." "Right." "He's on RR." "Right." "Could we get his address?" "We could use his expertise." "Give me a second." "So, the volatile lead of the gang unit is on mandated leave." "While gang members get mysteriously killed by what looks to be a cop." "What do you think?" "Two plus two equals four?" "Have you ever stopped by the office on your day off?" "No, but I'm sure you have." "Hmm." "Sergeant Clark and I call it dedication." "You hear that?" "Look at that." "Sergeant Clark, federal agents!" "Open up!" "One, two, three, go!" "Sergeant Clark!" "Hey, hey, hey, Clark!" "Oh, my God, what is that?" "Clark, no!" "Come on." "He went down here!" "There!" "He's dead." "Help me." "That thing, it's gone." "Go!" "Okay, just tell me that Clark's body is on the way to me right now." "No." "Powell took it." "For God's sakes." "You know, I just don't have time to play bureaucracy games to get it back." "Well, I sent you a bunch of pictures that Claudia asked for." "Yeah, great, pictures." "Got them." "There was something on his back, Artie." "Some kind of a nasty metallic lobster-Iooking thingy, and it's gone now." "Okay, so, maybe, you know, if we find out what that thingy was, then we can track where it went." "And you say that it also leaves a body when the body dies, maybe." "Okay, that's a good start." "Please, tell me that you have something else." "Well, it looked like it was fused to his back." "Okay." "Hold on, hold on, hold on." "I got an idea." "Yes, let's do it right now." "Now." "Come on." "Come on." "Right." "Right away." "Just do it." "One, two, three." "Go do your thing." "Do your thing." "All right, talk to me." "It gave off arcs of electricity." "It must be how he burned those people." "You got it?" "Yeah." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "All right." "So, the electricity, did it emanate from Clark or from the artifact?" "Both." "Okay, you know what?" "So that just eliminates our last possibility." "All right." "Just..." "Did it have buttons?" "Did it have wires?" "Did it have an antenna?" "Hey, Artie." "Yeah?" "Digital rendering shows Jack had something on his back, too." "Okay, just..." "All right, can you guys hear me?" " Yeah." " Yeah." "Okay." "Attached to the vertebra at T2, 4, 7 and 9 and accesses the spinal cord, I think." "I can't really tell." "Listen to me." "Jack Secord, when he died, did not just have this artifact with him, he had it on him." "I mean, this thing was like some kind of a..." "It's like a parasite." "Well, dude, Ripley's Believe It or Not, same markings on Clark's back." "All right, did you get that?" "Clark's back, too." "So, what powers it, Artie?" "I mean, it must be drawing electricity from somewhere to electrocute people the way it did." "Yeah, okay, I'll just add that to our already-huge list of questions." "Thank you." "All right." "Goodbye." "What?" "Why are you making that face?" "What?" "You got something?" "Electrocution." "That's the word Rebecca used, but we didn't know it did that yet." "We hadn't figured it out." "Oh!" "Mmm-hmm." "I see more cookies in my future." "Of course you do." "I don't know what you're talking about." "You asked if there were any more electrocutions." "What exactly did you mean by that?" "I heard it on the news." "No." "It was never mentioned in the news." "Ma'am, you know more than you're saying." "Okay." "Let's cut to the chase, shall we?" "You didn't come in from D.C." "The unexplained electrocutions raised a flag." "You found Jack, and you finally figured out there was an artifact." "You're from South Dakota, right?" "This artifact that Jack was hunting for before he disappeared, it's active again." "Am I correct?" "You weren't just his girlfriend." "You're a Warehouse agent." "Welcome to the conversation." "Okay." "Come here." "I mean, this is it." "Ew." "Oh, that's definitely a nasty lobster-Iooking thing." "And what is..." "It's electrocution, right?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "Wait." "What was that writing?" "This one." "Okay." "See, this..." "This writing is very old." "I have no idea what that writing is." "You want me to, you know, scan it in?" "Do my thing?" "You go, girl." "Don't." "Sorry." "Yeah." "Okay." "Yeah." "Wrong." "You left before I could be certain you were Warehouse." "I wanted to share this with you, what I dug up back then." "What I think Jack was following." "There'd been several unexplained deaths, burned bodies." "It started at a museum shortly after an 11th-century exhibit passed through." "I couldn't find a connection." "But Jack had vibes about these things." "Very annoying." "He must have started to investigate, and then..." "Then he just disappeared." "I always knew if we didn't quit, one of us, one day, would lose the other." "But, for Jack, the Warehouse was his first love." "Till death do them part." "I scoured the crime scenes, but I never found any answers." "You never went back to the Warehouse?" "I couldn't do that." "Changed my last name, just disappeared." "I stayed in St. Louis, hoping to find him one day, maybe lost, confused." "Eventually, my life was here." "Myka, does this look familiar to you?" "That's what we saw on Clark's back." "That's the device." "That's Jack's handwriting." "Jack knew what he was looking for." "Are you still using that old thing?" "Yeah, right?" "Okay, can you see this?" "This is what you're looking for." "It's called the Spine of the Saracen." "Okay." "Great." "So it has a name." "What is a Saracen?" "Saracen's a Turk." "Now listen, there's a legend that during the first Crusade the Turks had this elite warrior-cult." "And these warriors were rumored to be unstoppable, for some reason, in the field of battle." "What I'm thinking is that this Spine, can you see this?" "The Spine was specifically designed as a weapon for these warriors." "Eleventh century, it's the same as the museum exhibit." "What exhibit?" "Well, we found pictures, too." "Something happened at a museum exhibit that Jack Secord stumbled on." "Rebecca showed us this." "So, maybe this thing was sealed and it got out somehow." "Okay, so, if we find it, how can we stop it?" "Yeah, okay." "Well, I'm deciphering the text right now." "It's a little difficult, but I'm trying." "It's the words under this drawing and, loosely translated, it says, "The Spine requires a lifetime commitment."" "Oh, yeah, I had a girlfriend like that once." "So, this thing must get its power from somewhere, right?" "So, if we shut down its source, can we stop it?" "Yeah." "Well, you know, when I figure it out, you know what?" "You'll be the second to know." "So this Spine, you know, it's probably still at Clark's apartment." "So we should get there before somebody else finds it." "Now, Jack was a very good agent, the best." "You be careful." "Yeah, we will." "Okay, so the last time we saw Clark alive, he ran into this alley." "So we should start here?" "Well, unless you want to look under the arch." "No!" "No!" "What is that?" "Help me!" "Help me!" "Hey!" "Hold it!" "Hey, hey, hey, hold it, hold it, hold it!" "He's trying to kill me!" "Bring the gun here!" "I shot him!" "I shot him in the chest and he just kept coming at me." "Who're you talking about?" "He's..." "Okay, now would be a good time to take the shot." "Okay, that didn't work." "Pete!" "No, but the good news is we pissed him off!" "Okay, stop it." "We're on your side!" "Please, help me!" "Please, help me!" "Vince!" "What happened?" "Is he..." "He's gone." "He was my ex-husband." "There was a restraining order, but I've never seen him..." "Wait, it's gone." "But how?" "Ma'am, get out of the area now!" "Now!" "Pete!" "Do you see it?" "No." "Do you?" "No." "Look out!" "Pete!" "Pete!" "Pete!" "Oh, my God!" "Pete, don't move!" "I'm okay." "Okay, just let me call Artie!" "All right?" "Just let me..." "No, stay away." "I don't want to hurt you!" "Agent Bering?" "Agent Bering?" "Agent Bering?" "Are you okay?" "Where's Pete?" "I don't know." "He's not here." "What happened?" "Same thing that happened to Clark and Jack, it's happening to Pete." "I have to go find him." "Hang on a second." "You were knocked out." "We need to call an ambulance." "I'm fine, okay?" "Just excuse me." "I have to go." "The Spine was designed for one thing." "It turns a person into a killing machine." "It's a warrior-maker." "It uses the body like a big battery, heightening and redirecting the host's natural electrical impulses." "Yeah." "It's like ancient PCP." "It jacks up your adrenaline and testosterone, so on a scale of one to 10, you're about a 25." "Until the battery is drained." "Then the bars retract." "It lies dormant, just waiting for the next nearest living host to latch onto." "Artie, the Spine is on Pete." "Okay, where is he right now?" "I don't know." "Just tell me that you can remove it." "We will." "We will." "Just..." "There's a way." "There's always a way, Myka." "Artie, listen to me, I can't..." "I will not lose another partner." "The look in Pete's eyes, Artie, he looked..." "I've never seen him so angry." "That's not Pete." "That's the artifact." "It's just..." "It feeds on aggression." "It makes you go after what you hate, right?" "Clark went after the gangs and the last victim went after his ex-wife." "A warrior that's been programmed to kill his enemies." "Jack fought it." "He fought his feelings long enough so that he could seal himself up and not hurt anyone." "What are you saying, Myka?" "You think Pete is going to do exactly the same thing?" "I don't know." "Artie, what do I do when I find him?" "What have you got, Claudia?" "Just tell me anything you've got." "Okay, hold up." "So, when this thing was built, electricity didn't exist yet, right?" "Right." "So it zapped people, but what would happen if it got zapped?" "I mean, that's what the bolt of lightning was in the picture that they found." "Remember, Jack wrote," ""Hand of God." "Hand of God."" "Maybe that's what shuts down the Spine, a bolt of lightning." "Bolt of lightning." "Overwhelming the spine's receptors might make it automatically detach." "That's not bad." "Just turn the Tesla's power to full." "No." "Artie, look, we already tried that." "All right, listen." "Myka, find Pete." "Your Tesla's not strong enough, so you'll have to find a powerful electrical source, somehow, somewhere." "He's going to take a bullet." "What?" "That's what we're trained to do, isn't it?" "Every Secret Service agent will take a bullet for the President, for his country." "That's what Jack did." "He sacrificed himself." "That's what Pete's going to do now." "No." "Because Pete knows that the Spine will just latch onto another person." "Then he's going to make sure." "That's what Jack did." "Agent Bering, your partner, Lattimer, two of my men just saw him headed back to the station house." "What?" "Why would he..." "The generators." "He's found his bolt of lightning." "Lattimer." "Lattimer!" "Stop!" "Get out!" "Captain, wait!" "Wait!" "Look, it channels anger, okay?" "You have to go outside." "Please, just go." "Pete, it's going to be okay." "Okay?" "Artie can fix this." "The Spine requires a lifetime commitment." "You can't help me." "Yes, I can." "Okay?" "You just have to..." "No!" "I can feel it!" "This thing is stronger than I am." "I don't think I can fight it much longer." "Yes, you can." "Yes, you can!" "Okay, we can find a solution." "We can lock you up until we find an answer." "Like Jack?" "Buried for all those years to have that thing come back to life?" "No!" "It's gotta end here." "I have to die." "And I have to take the Spine with me." "You understand, right?" "Pete..." "Take these and clamp them to the Spine." "I tried, but I can't reach." "If I miss, I'll just kill myself and it'll attach to its next victim, Myka." "You've got to do this." "Pete, I can't." "Please!" "Please." "Pete, listen to me." "Pete!" "You will come back." "Do you hear me?" "You will." "Do it." "Come on, Pete." "Don't leave." "Come on, Pete." "Come on!" "Don't leave!" "Oh, God!" "Are you okay?" "Yeah." "I'm okay." "God!" "Man, this trip really killed me." "Could you not..." "Could you stop that, please?" "Seriously, I am totally dead." "Yeah, I'm surprised to see you alive." "Don't..." "Don't encourage him." "I have but one life to live for my..." "Oh, no, wait." "All right, you know how I felt when you were actually close to..." "Artie?" "So, when you..." "Oh." "This is Rebecca." "Right, right." "Wow." "This is quite an honor." "Hello, I'm Artie." "Hello." "Absolutely." "I can take care of that." "Place hasn't changed very much." "Yeah..." "I'm working on that." "Claudia Donovan, Warehouse 13, next generation." "Thank you very much, Claudia." "Thanks." "Oh, I..." "Well..." "Okay." "Thank you." "So..." "I was wondering..." "We could always use an extra pair of hands." ""Use," that's the perfect word." "Like I said, this place hasn't changed very much." "And it never will." "It hates to let go of anything." "Thank you, but no, thank you." "I came here to complete Jack's mission." "Now, I'm going home." "I understand." "Oh, right." "Rebecca, there is one last thing that you might be interested in seeing." "Just like he left it." "His lucky lighter." "Oh." "Rebecca, there's something in here, in Jack's desk that Claudia found that obviously belongs to you, so..." ""Rebecca and Jack." ""Together forever."" "Yeah, I'm going to give you a minute here." "I guess Jack chose you over the Warehouse after all." "Get out of here, while you have time." "While you still have a life left to live." "This place, it's like the Spine." "It'll use you up." "Excellent." "Oh?" "Oh." "So, you want a piece of me?" "Is there anything you don't play with?" "Um..." "No." "Lift the point." "Off the floor." "Sorry." "Put it down, put it down." "Yes." "Gently." "Blade up." "What?" "Blade up." "Thank you." "Sorry, sorry, sorry." "Sorry, Artie." "That is really cool." "Thank you." "We try." "You made this?" "In record time, too." "With the help of things." "This is a copy of the finest samurai sword ever forged." "The Honjo Masamune, owned by the ruling family of Japan for centuries before it disappeared." "The real one, unearthed a few weeks ago." "Dig site in Okinawa." "The real one." "Which does what?" "Which will arrive in D.C. First thing in the morning in order to be presented as a gift to the President, but it's not gonna happen, because you two are gonna intercept it at the Japanese embassy." "That wasn't what I meant." "No, I know what you meant, but you've gotta pack and you've gotta catch a plane and it really doesn't matter, does it, what the real sword does, because you remember, snag it, bag it and tag it." "Well..." "Get snagging, bagging and tagging." "You're off to swap a Masamune for an Artie Nielsen." "What..." "Get out." "Okay." "Too many questions." "It was never boring working with you people." "Back and forth, back and forth." "One day your government wants me, the next, I'm a crackpot." "Your own partner said to me, "Never again."" "Even then I knew." "One day, one of you would be back to place an order." "Huh?" "That better be cash, American credit ain't what it used to be." "Hey, what's that?" "Another gadget for me to tinker with?" "Wait." "I did what you asked!" "Lots of eyes to make the switch here." "I guess night's our only option." "White House won't be any easier." "I'd feel a lot more comfortable doing it before it gets anywhere near the President." "It's ridiculous that we don't know what we're protecting him from, but typical Artie." "I mean, I understand grabbing an artifact before it causes trouble, but he couldn't spare two seconds to warn us about what we're walking into?" "Look, I'm sure if it were really dangerous, Artie would have told us." "Let's go, let's go." "Wait, wait, wait, go..." "Go back, go back." "What exactly happened there?" "You tell us, Artie, okay, because the Japanese sure as hell don't know." "They're testing for everything, from dirty bombs to gas leaks." "They won't let us in the room." "They're holding us in the lobby." "They're treating us like suspects." "Suspects?" "Why?" "Did you have the decoy sword with you?" "No, but they're not even looking for the sword, Artie." "They're not even sure whether or not it was taken." "Okay, that makes no sense to me whatsoever." "I mean, either it's gone or it's not gone." "You said you saw somebody leaving." "Did he have it?" "I don't know, okay?" "'Cause I was about two seconds away from passing out." "Yeah, but what did this guy look like?" "Not female." "Look, Artie, my Japanese sucks, but it sounds to me as if they think that the sword was vaporized or something." "What do you mean vaporized?" "What do you mean, by the bomb?" "There was no bomb, Artie." "Nothing blew up." "There was no victims that were brought out or dead bodies or..." "There was nothing." "I don't understand." "Nothing blew up?" "That's the weird part." "It was like a bomb, only backwards, okay?" "Instead of blowing out, it yanked everything in." "Implosion?" "Artie?" "Artie?" "Did the sword do this?" "And if it did, can I reconsider this mission?" "It didn't." "And what you have to do is you have to get in that room and tell me exactly what you see." "That's a look I don't know." "It's called the past rearing its ugly head." "So, in other words, the sword didn't do whatever happened at the embassy." "But you know what did." "Oh, God, I hope not." "Artie, where are you going?" "Don't know that yet." "But first I have to..." "Pete." "Yeah." "Here we go." "Round two with Mr. Congeniality." "Mr. Ogawa, look, we've answered all your questions, and now we have a few for you." "Actually, Agent Bering, I have one more." "Why does the Secret Service need to send two different units to inspect the same gift?" "Two different..." "I'm quite certain that they will have the same question." "On the QT is one thing, but you're tramping through my backyard, literally tripping over my agents, and you don't even give me a heads-up?" "We have explicit instructions not to contact you anymore." "Artie Nielsen." "Look, it's not like we can't have coffee now and then." "We just can't have you on speed dial." "Look, I get it." "For better or for worse, and I happen to think worse, you two are serving a new master." "This isn't your screw-up." "It was his." "It's just that he doesn't really play well with others," "so much." "So, this security officer, Ogawa, Japanese embassy." "He's waiting for my explanation of what you were doing, and if you had anything to do with whatever the hell that was." "Any suggestions what I'm supposed to tell him?" "All right, do me one favor." "Get on a plane and leave D.C. While I can still let you." "Can I at least have that?" "Be out of here as soon as possible." "I don't think this is what Dickinson had in mind." "Well, what are we gonna do?" "We've got to get into that room." "You know, a room that's losing evidence as we speak." "I know." "It's just I thought coming back to D. C. Would feel like old home week or something." "Home is overrated." "God!" "What are you doing here?" "Uncool, Artie." "Uncool, Artie." "I had a hunch about something from Pete's description." "I just need to see this with my own eyes." "You two have a plan to get in there?" "Yes." "We're gonna crawl..." "There's an access panel under the motion sensors on our belly on the roof." "We go in through..." "What?" "Please, ladies first." "No, you know what?" "You..." "You be the smart one this time." "Okay, get this." "There's an access panel on the roof." "It'll bring us in right above the main wiring for the security system." "Now, if we crawl on our bellies, we can avoid the motion sensors..." "What do you mean, "This time"?" "All right, I get the idea." "If I may..." "Well, I didn't..." "Put these on." "Really, or you'll be of no use to me." "Let's go." "I'm going to look like Kermit the Frog." "God, Artie, stop doing that!" "I've gotta tell you, Myka, those really bring out your eyes." "This is a 14th-century Chinese firework known as an Ice Flower." "Very few..." "Very few like it left." "Now..." "Do not tell Mrs. Frederic that I did this, all right?" "All right, we've got about 10 minutes, more or less." "Let's go." "The light pattern triggers a feedback loop in the optic nerve that mesmerizes the viewer." "They won't remember a thing." "Whoa, Freaky McFreakerson!" "So, it's some sort of reverse chemical reaction?" "Yeah." "Okay." "Take these off, just don't look directly through the window." "This was made by an implosion grenade." "It removes matter from the center of a space and pulls everything, obviously everything, directly towards it with a violent force." "This explains why they couldn't find the sword." "It could be in there." "Oh, no, no, no, no." "No." "The sword, long gone." "Stolen." "This was used by the thief as a cover." "So the guy that I saw..." "Yeah, the guy you kind of saw?" "The guy that I saw leaving must have stolen the sword and hidden in this room over here when he set off the bomb." "I collected these grenades years ago." "Every last one of them." "I know I did." "So wait, whoever stole the sword has other things that belong in the Warehouse, which would mean that we have competition." "I don't know." "Artie, just how long is this list of things we don't know?" "I don't know." "About twice as long as the list of things that I don't know about, all right?" "Well, who else would have these implosion grenades, Artie?" "I mean, if you collected them all?" "Well, whoever it is, if he's willing to use this to cover his tracks, then it's somebody that's..." "What's a darker word for dangerous?" "If he did this to steal the sword, he'd have no trouble killing anyone who got in his way." "Oh, none at all." "None at all." "Next time, don't get a suite, just a room." "Okay, the lead here is the implosion grenade." "We find out who had one of those, and then we find out who has the sword." "Okay, let me just..." "What, is there a listing for implosion grenades?" "Those were the days." "Artie, we've got Wi-Fi." "No, no, no, I like paper." "Actually, I hate paper, but, you know, it's a security issue..." "Okay, Artie, enough." "You have to fill us in, okay?" "If the competition used an implosion grenade to steal the sword, then what the hell does this sword do?" "Yeah, I mean, it must be pretty major, right?" "You don't drop a nuclear bomb to steal a butter knife." "Exactly." "Okay, you want to know about the sword?" "I'll tell you about the sword." "The Honjo Masamune is much, much more than a dull knife." "It kept the ruling shogunate in power for hundreds of years by making them invincible in battle." "And the beauty is the way these things were forged." "I mean, ritually." "Hammered and folded the blade, millions of layers of steel with a carbon content that's right off the charts." "And each layer only atoms, atoms thick." "I mean, this sword is said to be perfectly aligned." "So, what does it do?" "Yeah." "Okay." "You know how geese fly in a V formation, and the wind hits the first bird and then splits and then keeps on splitting wider and wider..." "Right, sure, of course." "...with each successive bird." "'Cause it makes it easier for the birds to fly that way." "Good, so what does the sword do?" "The blade in this particular sword is said to be so perfect that light splits in its path and goes around the person holding it." "Are we talking about invisibility?" "Well, kind of, in effect." "No, the person's still there, although, you know, the light that we see doesn't hit..." "Yes, invisibility." "Awesome." "I knew!" "I knew that was possible." "I knew it." "Okay, invisible swords now." "Hey, Artie, these are the same sword, right?" "Yeah." "They don't match." "What?" "Well, you see the disc thing that's attached to the grip, well, it's in the painting, but it's not in the sword from the dig site." "It's missing its tsuba." "This piece right here is called the tsuba." "It's actually a collectible in its own right, you know, separate from the sword, but this is missing its tsuba." "Then the sword might not even work." "And if it doesn't, the guy's gonna come looking for it." "We are in a race." "We're in a race." "You two have to find what happened to that tsuba, and fast." "Artie, we're looking for a 500-year-old sword." "Eight-hundred, exactly, so it should be easy." "You guys follow the tsuba, I will follow the implosion grenade, and one of us will find the thief." "But wait, I mean, where are you going?" "Well, somebody is making new grenades, somebody who promised not to." "Again he doesn't answer." "And no goodbye." "This is impossible." "Well, keep at it, though." "You're the smart one." "What are you doing What?" "What are you doing?" "Nothing." "You're doing great." "Hello?" "Leena, hey." "Hey, is Claudia there?" "Okay, she won't be able to find it either." "Claudia's out." "It's just me." "Okay, well, you'll do." "Flattered." "Sorry." "Listen, Leena, you know that 800-year-old sword that we were swapping out?" "Well, it turns out a piece of it has come up missing, so if you were standing next to Artie, all right, and he was looking for this thing, what would he be doing?" "Artie did say that the sword was from the Edo period, so instead of trying to track it forward from the past, just find it in the present." "Identify any collectors that deal in that period and then try and find as much information as you can on any sales or transactions of those pieces." "Right." "Right." "Right." "Since you're right there, do you think that maybe you could..." "Give me a minute, Pete." "One point, Lattimer." "Thank you." "Hello?" "Hello?" "Hello?" "You should have kept your promises, Erik." "The tsuba, did you find it?" "Well..." "Well, it wasn't easy." "Yeah, it took some digging, but it turns out an antiques dealer had it in Tokyo in the 1920s." "Now it's here in Washington." "Artie, it's at the Secret Service." "The..." "What the hell's it doing there?" "Well, the Japanese government presented it in the 1920s to Woodrow Wilson as a symbol of peace." "Guess that didn't work out so well." "And the curator at the Wilson Museum of Peace made the connection a couple days ago and offered it to be united with the sword at the gift ceremony." "But freaky explosions tend to put the kibosh on ceremony, so it's going back to the museum in the morning." "The sword and the tsuba in D.C. At the same time?" "No, no, no." "That's too much..." "Too much coincidence." "Well, Artie, we're sitting on the Secret Service building, but look, if this thief is coming to get the tsuba, we have to warn Dickinson." "No, no, absolutely not." "Well, Artie, you saw what this guy's willing to do." "Yeah, and so did you, and imagine what he's capable of with the sword." "No, no, no, this thief is ruthless and smart." "So if you warn the Secret Service and they do anything out of the ordinary, anything at all, then he will be tipped off." "So you want to use him as bait." "No, Artie, no." "Hey, hey, hey, this is not a discussion." "When I..." "Hello?" "Artie?" "Artie?" "Artie?" "James." "Okay, I think I know who this is, and I've gotta go." "Tail the agents, grab the tsuba, watch out for implosion grenades." "Goodbye." "Your agents, Bering and Lattimer, are compromised." "Not possible." "I ran a background check on Arthur Nielsen." "Where'd you get this information?" "I have my sources." "Same as you do." "I don't see how any of this is your business." "The three of them returned to the embassy last night." "Well, I'm very sorry to hear that." "I have no desire to stir up an international incident." "It's a great deal of paperwork, and a great deal of scrutiny." "And you and I both get screwed." "If you can't handle this," "I will be forced to take this to a higher authority." "Everything all right?" "Yes." "Peachy." "What?" "The tsuba's heading back to the museum." "We're heading out." "Regards to President Wilson." "Hi." "It's me." "Artie." "No, I know, I know." "Look, please, do you think you could meet me?" "Well, as soon as possible." "Artie does to us what he's making us do to them." "He keeps us in the dark." "For all we know, we're decoys too." "Look, we're all pretty good at our jobs, okay?" "We accepted the risk going in." "Having intel in the fields keeps an agent alive, Pete, but Artie acts like keeping us alive isn't a priority." "To him we're just..." "Redshirts?" "Yeah." "First, he doesn't think we're redshirts." "And second, that's so cool you knew what I meant." "Come on." "He's got a Tesla, too." "Drop that weapon!" "Are you okay?" "Yeah." "Grab the tsuba." "You get a look?" "Did we get it?" "We got it." "Yes." "Now, give it back." "Slowly." "No." "No, no, no." "Did you see that guy with that gun?" "It erases your short-term..." "No." "Never mind." "What the hell is up with you two?" "Now, who are you working for?" "The Secret Service, but a department that you, sir, know nothing about." "Yeah, I doubt that." "Now, what department?" "It's an archival department." "What, you're filing clerks?" "Running around shooting stun guns at your own people?" "We didn't shoot you." "Right, filing clerks that protect us from invisible bad guys." "Yeah." "Pretty much." "Yeah." "Pretty much." "Yeah." "I'll take it from here." "Careful, Archives." "Paper cuts?" "They take days to heal." "That's hilarious." "You're hilarious." "Very scared." "So glad to see you." "Thank you..." "Not a damn word." "Now, I warned you to back off before things got worse." "Do you have any idea what this looks like?" "Come on, you know we didn't shoot at them." "You know that we're legit." "Yeah, I do, but if you keep shutting me out, how am I supposed to back you up?" "We're just..." "This stays with me until things die down." "Or implode." "What?" "Sir, you're putting yourself in serious danger." "You have no idea what you're dealing with." "So tell me." "We can't." "Well, I admire your loyalty." "I prized it myself once, but you need to look at where you're placing it right now." "This has come to my attention." "It checks out, and I will have to act on it." "You want me to trust you?" "Okay." "If there's even a remnant of a two-way street left, if you still trust that I'm trying to look out for you," "then read it." "I want some extra people in the office, round the clock for the next 72." "Just in case." "Why?" "'Cause he stole something dangerous and it's important that I get it back from him." "What makes you so sure it was him?" "Call it a gut feeling." "That's still annoying, you know." "What is?" "You, talking in riddles and intuition." "You never change." "Yeah." "So, has he, you know, contacted you?" "I haven't seen or heard from James in 15 years." "And the irony's not lost on me that you're the one who's asking." "No, no, no, Carol, Carol, look at me." "No matter what you think, I'm not the one who drove him away." "You made things intolerable, for all of us." "Well, if it makes you comfortable to blame me then you should go ahead and blame me, I don't care, but the truth is that you made choices, and the choices you made, you chose badly." "I'm not the one who disappeared." "Oh, there it is." "How did I not know?" "What?" "What?" "Not know what?" "Oh, stop it, Artie." "You're in town for whatever reason and you decide to twist the knife for old time's sake." "Rub it in that I chose the wrong guy." "Right." "You're not the one who disappeared." "You would have had to have been there in the first place." "No, not Artie." "All your secrets and your treasure hunts and that damn place." "You know, James believed in life." "You need to get one." "Whoa, hold on, Carol, Carol." "Carol." "Could you please just..." "Wait, wait, wait." "What?" "Listen, listen, Carol, if you're harboring him in any way, you're in danger." "What are you doing here?" "I was just about to ask you the same thing." "Why are you bothering that poor woman and torturing yourself?" "It's called investigating a case." "This isn't the case." "This is self pity." "The case is the implosion grenade and the sword." "And someone out there is running around using..." "That's right, someone, and that someone is MacPherson, and I can prove it." "Remember?" "Artie, we've both seen you like this before." "No, no, no, no, no." "He planted this on purpose." "He wanted me to find it." "Otherwise he would have been much too careful." "He's taunting me." "Would you listen to yourself?" "You are leaping to wild conclusions based on nothing, and meanwhile your team is falling apart around you." "They're not falling apart." "Myka and Pete are fine." "Are they?" "Did you know the tsuba's now under Dickinson's control?" "Did you know Bering and Lattimer had been detained?" "They're at the hotel." "I'm taking you all off this case." "Wait, wait, wait, what if I'm right?" "What if it is MacPherson?" "Go home, Artie." "Artie, where are you?" "It doesn't matter." "New orders." "You two stay in the hotel and you wait for me." "I will take it from here." "What's the matter?" "What's wrong?" "You okay?" "Yeah." "Everything's fine." "Okay." "I don't want to hear about it because it isn't true." "That isn't Artie." "I don't want to believe it either, Pete, but it's true." "Yeah, well, you shouldn't even be reading that." "Pete." "We should be out doing something." "Pete, his real name isn't even Artie Nielsen." "It's Artie Weisfelt." "He used to work for the NSA." "He was a cryptographer, a code breaker when he was in his 20s." "They recruited him right out of school." "They had him decoding Soviet communications." "He intercepted letters, phone transcripts." "Then they think he turned." "He contacted one of the people they were spying on and he started selling secrets to the Russians." "Then his file, it just ends." "He was never prosecuted." "We've got a security breach." "It's like he just disappeared." "But it's him, Pete." "What?" "It's definitely him." "Freeze." "You're under arrest." "No, no, no, listen to me." "I have to take this." "Lives are in danger and if..." "No, no, not for that." "Arthur Weisfelt, you're under arrest for treason." "Just tell us that the charges aren't true." "We both know." "So just tell us." "I can't." "They're true." "Okay, that's not..." "I had my reasons." "Artie, Homeland Security is coming to pick you up." "You need to give us a way to help you now." "You need to concentrate on the mission and not worry so much about me." "Mrs. Frederic fixed this once, and she can fix it..." "This whole thing could have been avoided if you just told us anything about the sword, the tsuba, your past." "Anything, Artie, we could have helped." "We could have run interference with Dickinson, if you just trusted us." "So what happens now, Artie?" "I mean, what happens with the Warehouse?" "I mean, what, are we in charge?" "What?" "I think we should know." "She fixed all this, Mrs. Frederic." "She fixed all of this years ago." "It's him, too." "It has to be." "Okay, Artie, this isn't just about the treason, all right?" "You also burglarized the Secret Service." "I'll spend a little time in prison." "You're not getting what is important here." "I'm not getting what's important?" "And the fact that I changed my name, which, by the way, I did so the Soviets wouldn't find me, not to hide from our government." "Important that Mrs. Frederic fixed all this." "She expunged all the charges." "Someone obviously unfixed it." "Artie, focus." "Oh, I'm focused." "Here's the key." "Who gave Dickinson my file?" "Find out." "That'll take you directly to who has the sword, and that will lead you to MacPherson." "Who Who?" "Time's up." "Some friendly advice, it's self-preservation time." "Put in for transfers while this whole Warehouse business is still just a sidetrack in your careers." "The scars don't have to be permanent." "Yeah, no can do." "Just think about it." "Meantime, I have some self-preservation to do, too." "Now, I may not be your boss anymore, but until someone tells me otherwise, I still outrank you." "So this time I am putting you on a plane with your best friends as an escort." "Why is he here?" "Ogawa?" "The guy makes me itch." "Well, Japanese want their tsuba back." "With the sword gone, that's all that's left of a national treasure." "Don't worry." "They're leaving tonight for Japan." "By tomorrow, the tsuba will be on the other side of the planet." "By the way, just to ask it, who did give you that file on Artie?" "That's my secret to keep." "Cooper, see that they get on their plane." "No detours." "Yeah, and don't rule out shooting them if necessary." "What's going on?" "What?" "It's Ogawa." "It was him at the embassy." "He walked out with the sword." "Are you sure?" "Myka, I saw him." "You have to trust me." "Dickinson looked at him when I asked him about the file." "Artie was right." "Yeah." "And now he's got the sword and the tsuba." "Heading for the diplomatic terminal." "There's no security." "How about you both just take a timeout, huh?" "Just for the drive to Dulles." "Let's go." "Bored?" "Yeah." "Oh, finally." "Hi." "Who's Mrs. Frederic?" "I'd tell you, but then he'd have to kill you." "What do you think 6th to Constitution?" "This time of day I'd take 9th." "Yeah, right." "Want to grab a beer after we drop off..." "Give me the gun." "I can't." "In-laws are here, you know." "Hang on, I want to pull over and grab a paper." "They'll be fine." "Look, before you say anything, I know that I mangled this." "I know I ran in there impulsively without thinking, without my bag, because I had a bigger..." "Someone dug you up." "So you know." "It's MacPherson." "I'm right." "Yes, I'm afraid you are." "Now it's up to you to stop him." "Thank you." "Don't move!" "So, Mr. Ogawa, when does he get here?" "Oh, God, it works." "Hello, Arthur." "James." "Good to see you after all these years." "I wish I could say the same." "Not while you're pointing a gun at me, or trying to." "Well, you know, you're an invisible guy with a sword." "I think you might have the advantage over me." "My point exactly." "So, what happened to you, James?" "What happened?" "I mean, I know we had our differences, and I know Carol happened." "You always had your own ideas, your own objections to Warehouse policy, but I mean, James, James, killing people." "When did you turn into that?" "I woke up, Arthur." "Once I was out from under Mrs. Frederic's iron hand and your neuroses," "I could see the world more clearly." "Yeah, well, you know, that's a little pathetic, isn't it, James?" "Blaming everybody else but yourself." "I don't think you've found clarity." "I don't think your ego could stand the light." "I'd love to discuss this with you at length." "You or one of your new agents." "Lattimer and Bering, right?" "I've been observing them for some time." "I see they have potential, but they're so raw, so untrained, so corruptible." "You come anywhere near them, I promise you, I promise you, James, that you're gonna regret it." "You'll never get anywhere close to them as long as I'm alive." "Arthur, you can still read my mind." "You always hurt the one you love." "Artie!" "No!" "No, no!" "Artie?" "Yeah." "Oh, my God." "Okay, we have to get you to a hospital." "What did you do to yourself?" "Well, that was the only way I knew how to get the sword." "What if we didn't get here in time?" "Yeah, I thought you would." "So, right now, could you just hurry and pull it out?" "Wait, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa." "Now, wait a minute, are you sure?" "Yeah, it's the sharpest sword ever made." "It should slide out just like butter." "Just do it really, really, really, really fast." "Okay!" "Not like butter." "No." "Artie!" "Pete." "Is that one of those..." "Yeah." "I wasn't here when everything went down between Artie and MacPherson, but I know it was bad." "Here." "Yeah, this feels right." "Yeah, it must have been bad." "I mean, all that stuff with Ogawa, giving Dickinson the file." "He wanted more than the sword." "He wanted to mess us up as a team." "It worked." "Well, I don't know how to work with him right now." "The thing about Artie is that he's lost a lot of people in his life, including agents." "So now he just shuts everybody out." "It's defense mechanism..." "That's not an excuse." "It's not a reason to keep secrets as compulsively as he does." "It's not meant to be an excuse, just an explanation." "Artie acts like he doesn't care, but he does, about you both." "A lot." "And that scares him." "Well, I guess he needs to work that out, doesn't he?" "You know, just because he lost people, it doesn't make us expendable." "I'm not a redshirt." "I'm not." "She's upset because I don't communicate." "Did she not notice the word "secret" in her job description?" "Their job is to follow instructions." "So is yours." "You knew that I couldn't let this go." "As it turns out, I was right." "I apologize for doubting you." "Oh." "Well, thank you." "You know, we're all human, as far as I know." "You know that this was only MacPherson's first move, and he's planning something bigger." "Any guesses what his plan might be?" "No." "I don't know." "I don't want to wait to find out." "You know what the Talmud says?" ""If someone's coming to kill you," ""get up early, kill them first."" "It also says, "Don't rush into any unnecessary danger." ""A miracle may not save you.""