"Previously on Warehouse 13..." "Claudia Donovan, Warehouse 13, next generation." "Don't you want to be with people your own age?" "Artie, I'm not my own age." "This place is my home." "MacPherson's headed east on Sainte-Catherine!" "I want what you risked your lives to get." "I can get MacPherson again." "I don't doubt it." "You came after family." "Arthur started it." "What is that supposed to mean?" "Ask him." "Don't quote Warehouse dogma to me, Arthur." "A woman's life is at stake." "Many peoples' lives are at stake." "And you made an oath." "I love her, and I'm going in there." "And you love her." "I know that you love her, too." "Then you know how agonizing this is for me." "We can save her life." "What about the consequences?" "She lives, other people die." "You want that on your head?" "You can't play God." "Well, neither can you." "Neither you nor Frederic nor the Regents." "They sit there, Arthur, and they hoard the things that can save the world." "We help them." "Well, not anymore." "I'm finished with it." "Now, give me that." "No." "No, I can't." "Give me that." "Arthur." "Arthur." "Five firemen died that night." "Only the woman survived." "Who was she?" "Carol Augustine." "She lives in D.C. Now." "Alone, as far as we know." "And she was MacPherson's wife?" "Yes." "Did they ever nail the murdering son of a..." "MacPherson was given five consecutive life sentences and banished from the Warehouse." "So obviously, MacPherson escaped." "After serving two years in confinement, there was an unexplained explosion in the prison." "Dozens were killed." "We were told that MacPherson was among them." "We were misinformed." "Well, then he shows up at the Japanese embassy in D.C." "Yes, and we've had Carol under surveillance ever since." "I've been monitoring the D.C. Operation, and he hasn't made any contact." "No, he went after my family instead." "I can understand why Artie's obsessed with him." "Well, this guy has no trouble killing anybody, does he?" "As you go after him, you'll do well to remember that." "Come on." "So how do you banish somebody from the Warehouse, anyway?" "It sounds very Romeo and Juliet." "No, no, no, no." "There's nothing romantic about it." "The walls of this Warehouse are infused with this very rare mineral called Painite." "Before MacPherson was incarcerated, he was permanently injected with a substance that reacts violently when in proximity of this Painite." "Violently?" "Mmm-hmm." "Could you be a tad more specific with your modifiers?" "I could." "If MacPherson were to enter this Warehouse, then his blood would turn acidic and immediately eat through his own veins." "Dude." "Indeed." "Where are you, by the way?" "Already through the Middle East, heading into North Africa." "I'll find him." "Yeah." "It's what I does." "Well, you may have met your match when it comes to hacking through with MacPherson." "Oh, yes." "Who the best?" "What?" "What?" "You got a nibble?" "A chomp." "What?" "Edgar Allan Poe's pen..." "Let me see." "...for sale." "No." "Let me see." "Excuse me." "Uh-huh." "Collection?" "Why would he be selling artifacts if..." "Don't..." "Don't click that!" "Um..." "I always run a virus scan before I enter an unknown site." "That's a good idea." "So, yeah." "No." "No, no, no, no." "You do not shut down the Claudi-o-meter." "Terribly, terribly sorry." "Life in the cyber world, bro." "I'm going to need a sec." "You know, you could try..." "Touch it and die." "Thank you for waiting, gentlemen." "Mr. Freitag, I feel that this may be of particular interest to you." "What exactly does this do, Mr. MacPherson?" "Run your fingers along the rim." "Consider it a gift, a taste of things to come." "Mr. MacPherson, what other artifacts will be for sale?" "Mr.Pak, already greedy for more, I see." "Well, I am in the process of collecting others as we speak, but in the meantime, behold the Phoenix." "This is the reason why we're here in my factory, this demonstration." "Very perceptive, Mr. Freitag." "Yes, I didn't think that cautious gentlemen such as yourselves would want to spend this kind of money on hearsay or legend." "You would be correct." "Carson, would you just hold this for a moment?" "Thank you." "What are you doing, man?" "He'll die in there!" "Patience!" "Patience." "Patience." "Yes." "There." "As you see, in the right hands, this can be uniquely useful." "What is it What's wrong with them?" "Cause and effect, gentlemen, cause and effect." "Even anomalies are bound by their own laws of nature." "Insignificant collateral damage, but appropriate for a demonstration." "Mr. MacPherson, make it stop." "It cannot be stopped." "For every life the Phoenix saves, others will be lost." "Those who touch the Phoenix, they will be spared, but others are less fortunate." "You dare to do this in my factory?" "A demonstration, Mr. Freitag." "If you haven't the stomach for it, perhaps the Phoenix is not for you." "Gentlemen, imagine this tool in the hands of one of your patriots." "The commitment of a suicide bomber who never, ever dies." "I managed to crash the computer system, so I'm sorry." "Until we're up and running, deaf, dumb and blind." "Don't worry." "I'll get us back online." "A girl loves a challenge." "Oh!" "It's just great." "The fate of the Warehouse in the hands of a 16-year-old kid." "Okay, 19." "Nineteen." "And the same kid who found you and hacked into super-Secretville once already." "Okay?" "A little faith, please." "Why is he selling the pen?" "I mean, God knows what else he's got." "What is he up to?" "Okay, let's go over what we don't know." "That could take weeks." "Months." "Hmm." "Years." "Hmm." "Look, Artie, you must have forgotten something." "You know MacPherson better than anybody." "There must be some small detail that you've overlooked." "Yeah, something insignificant, a contact he might have used, a favorite place, a relative that you might have forgotten about." "You two are, what, interrogating me?" "They're investigating." "That's why we hired them, is it not?" "Um, so, about Carol..." "How do you know about Carol?" "What did..." "What..." "You told them?" "Everything?" "No, of course you did." "Of course you did." "No wonder I'm getting the third degree." "You think you might have asked me before you just blurted out..." "Agent Nielsen!" "You're forgetting yourself." "Arthur, no one knows what he's capable of better than you except, possibly, me." "Bering and Lattimer will need to know everything if they're to survive this." "Everything." "Yeah, sorry." "You're right." "It's just that I never should have gone to see Carol in the first place." "When MacPherson went to D.C. And the years had just twisted his thinking," "I just didn't know if I was putting her life in danger." "The three of you need to speak to her." "No." "No, no, no." "I've already put enough of a spotlight on that woman." "We've got no choice, Arthur." "She's our only lead." "Dude, don't sweat it." "I'll cover it from here." "After being magnetized to the ceiling and nearly ground up in the Gooery, I think I'm prepped." "What?" "Why are you shaking your jowls at me?" "You should all get going." "I'll stay with Claudia, and she will brief me on those two events." "No matter what he said, you're not safe." "I haven't seen James MacPherson in 15 years." "I never even visited him in prison." "Well, that's hard to believe since he saved your life." "Others died that night in my place." "I wouldn't have made that choice." "And I've never forgiven James for making it for me." "Artie knows that." "You like fresh-cut flowers." "I beg your pardon?" "They're all around the apartment." "Well, as you said, I like them." "Mmm-hmm." "There's a jewelry box in the trash with some wrapping paper." "I had a birthday." "Your birthday's in four months." "We're very good at the Google." "There's two umbrellas behind me." "One's pink, one's black." "Was it raining three days ago?" "I think it was." "He's not the man you think he is." "Carol." "He's changed." "Carol, listen to me." "I would like to protect you from whatever the hell it is he's planning to do." "God, you come barging in here, disrupting my life." "He's only been here a few times." "When was the last?" "Three days ago." "Well, it's easy to understand how you would have forgotten that." "What's this?" "I have no idea." "Let me see that." "This is an Egyptian symbol." "It's a was scepter." "Represents power." "The deities used to carry this around as a sign of their control over the forces of chaos." "It's funny." "It's the same as the pendant you're wearing around your neck." "Oh." "Let me see that." "That's very nice." "It's from James?" "Yes." "You know I have to ask you for it, Carol." "Amazing." "You think working in some magical storage unit gives you the right to do as you please." "Stop protecting him." "I never could decide." "Does Mrs. Frederic hire arrogant people, or do you just get arrogant by working there?" "What is it?" "I got a really bad feeling." "About what?" "I think it's about Artie." "I think..." "I think he's going to..." "Never mind." "It's gone now." ""6166 Broadview." "" Ironically, the warehouse district." "We're up and running." "Taking her to warp speed, Captain." "Okay, so you think you can hack into MacPherson's site?" "Well, yeah, duh." "But major firewall-age." "I mean, you get past one, and there's another one set up right..." "Claudia?" "Claudia, what's wrong?" "Who's that?" "That's him." "That's James MacPherson?" "Claudia..." "Leena," "I know him." "How?" "He was Joshua's physics professor." "I mean, I was just a kid, but I remember that face." "He was the one who gave Joshua Rheticus' compass." "He contacted me." "What?" "When?" "Eight months ago." "I was tracking Artie, trying to find this place and I hit a snag." "And, out of the blue, I hear from Professor Reynolds, right?" "He friends me." "We e-mail back and forth." ""How's Joshua?" Blah, blah, blah." "I fill him in, tell him about my project, and he suggests a few ways around the firewall." "The Warehouse firewall?" "Leena, I think James MacPherson helped me hack into the Warehouse." "Tool and Die factory." "Why "Tool and Die"?" "What is he doing?" "I don't know." "Maybe he's got a new career." "He doesn't exactly strike me as the blue-collar type." "All right, this is a German machine, I think." "I think they all are." "Why would he go to the trouble..." "Can I help you?" "We're not open to the public." "We're looking for James MacPherson." "There's no one here by that name." "Do you know him?" "Who are you?" "Secret Service." "We're going to need to look around." "Yes, well, by all means, make yourself at home." "I hear a loud buzzing." "Can you hear it, too?" "I can read your lips, but I can't hear anything you're saying." "I can't hear anything!" "I can't hear." "I can't hear you." "What is going on?" "What the hell is going on?" "What are you doing?" "Okay." "All right." "Just..." "There." "You can hear me?" "Yeah." "Yes?" "Yes." "All right." "God." "Artie, what was that Okay?" "That was the Goblet of Severan." "A Goblet of Severan because, obviously, the Goblet's in the Warehouse, so there must have been another one that survived." "Well, I bet I can guess what it does." "Right?" "Pete, here, put this glass in your pocket." "This was designed by a Roman glassblower in 221 for the Emperor Elagabalus, who was a ridiculously incompetent young man." "The only way he could get a room quiet was by using this thing." "It emitted a high-pitched sound and brought everyone to their knees." "I could have used one of those in high school." "Indeed." "All right, so why don't we just..." "Let me..." "This has that Egyptian symbol on it." "The was scepter?" "Yes." "Maybe Carol's..." "Like this." "And now it opens." "Always interesting." "Hold this." "Oh." "Hmm." "The Phoenix." "What What?" "It's the Phoenix." "Wait, wait, wait, wait." "Here, here, let me see." "Let me see." "I look great in glasses." "Oh, my..." "That is amazing." "What What is that?" ""Starting bid, $20 million." "" It says that?" "Yeah, it's like a catalogue." "But the Phoenix is in the Warehouse." "He's selling it?" "$20 million, and that's just the starting." "No, he can't have it." "It's in the Warehouse." "That doesn't make any sense." "Why would he sell it?" "I mean, he's not doing this for the money." "Yeah, what kind of a villain would..." "Listen to me." "The Phoenix is in the Warehouse." "He doesn't have it." "Well, but even if he did have it, right, he's not doing this for the money." "No, he's not doing it for the money." "He's doing it for another reason." "I just don't know why." "Here, check it." "This is too easy." "He wants us to find these things." "Exactly." "Which is what's making me very, very nervous about following this lead, and making me very nervous about dragging the two of you with me." "No, no, no, no, Artie." "No, don't even worry about that." "We can actually go..." "All right, fine." "Yes, now, obviously it's a trap of some sort, but he would know that I know it's a trap." "So what is he planning, knowing that I know he knows?" "Guys, this..." "This has the date, time and address of the auction, and it's today." "The auction is today." "Is she certain?" "She claims that MacPherson was posing as Joshua's professor." "That's how he made his initial contact." "She's very upset." "Where is she now?" "At the BB." "Your bodyguard's keeping an eye on her." "What is it?" "I've just always felt that she was out of tune." "Something hovering." "I just could never tell what exactly." "This is troubling." "Do you think that he could still be using her somehow?" "Yes?" "MacPherson claims to have the Phoenix." "The Phoenix is in the Warehouse." "I know." "I'll get back to you." "Now I'm getting angry." "I told him the Phoenix was gone." "He was genuinely surprised and distraught, and then he told me about the Goblet of Severan." "Well, here it is, safe and sound." "Open it, please." "Okay." "That's not possible." "He can't possibly have access to Warehouse things unless..." "Yes." "These new video displays record access, do they not?" "Hang on." "There's my access of just a few moments ago." "Let me just toggle back to see the last person." "MacPherson certainly knows how to pick his spots." "Mrs. Frederic." "Go ahead, I'll catch up." "I feel like Custer walking into Little Bighorn." "If he wanted us dead, he's had several opportunities." "This?" "This is about something else." "All right." "Well, what?" "Okay, this is the place." "This is the time." "There's nothing here." "Hey, guys, the Phoenix and the Goblet of Severan," "Mrs. Frederic says they've been taken from the Warehouse." "And she seemed shaken." "Mrs. Frederic seemed shaken?" "Yeah." "That is so not comforting." "Oh, great." "Great." "So what do we do now?" "Just wait for MacPherson to drop a net on us?" "If he's ahead of us, we can't see him." "We're going to have to follow the trail he leaves until we can see him." "And we watch each other's backs." "What?" "Good afternoon." "Huh." "Do you see that?" "Did the boy cause this?" "Artie." "Artie, you still got those glasses?" "Good idea." "You know, I think I may..." "Oh, I thought I knew what these were." "This is..." "But they're not the originals." "He replicated Timothy Leary's reading glasses." "But why?" "Check these out." "The guy who gave us LSD?" "Yeah, Dr. Leary experimented with a lot of different ways to see beyond what our brains are capable of seeing." "Okay, can I see those, please?" "You know, the originals, when you put them on, you never want to take them off." "Tell me about it." "Artie?" "Yeah." "That wooden box, can I see that?" "Thank you." "Fancy." "James always did have a flair for the dramatic." "Ladies first." "What?" "Uh..." "Yeah, age before beauty." "What?" "He's older than me." "He's older than both of us put together." "All right, shut up." "Hold that." "Children." "I'm working with children." "Hand that to me." "Be careful." "Here." "Okay, don't tilt it." "I've got my lunch in there." "Lower." "Okay, I got it." "These are Warehouse 13 crates." "Okay, it's really bad again." "What is Your vibe?" "Yeah." "About..." "Yes." "Well, when did you get it again?" "As soon as we walked in here." "It just kicked me in the gut." "Well, are you sure?" "Yeah, that's why I'm telling you." "Yeah, but you can't tell him unless you're positive." "Okay, okay, stop." "Stop." "What are you talking about?" "What vibe?" "About me?" "Yeah." "What about me?" "Look, I don't know." "Artie, man, I hate this." "Just tell me exactly what you're feeling." "It's nothing." "I mean, I don't know yet." "Look, Artie, all I know is I've got a really bad feeling in the pit of my stomach." "When you get a really specific feeling, just let me know, will you?" "You'll be the first." "Okay, look, down here." "See?" "Yeah." "I'm going to go down there alone." "Yes." "And I want you guys to go back around that way." "I think it meets up around the other side." "No, no, no." "No, Artie." "Artie." "Artie, no." "We shouldn't split up." "Look, if he really is planning an ambush, don't you think it's best that we're not all caught up in it?" "He does have a point." "He has a point." "Artie." "Keep your Tesla handy." "I'm fine." "Go." "I don't want to tell you anything more about it, gentlemen, because I prefer not to have any competition in the bidding." "But it is all true." "We were there." "Everything Mr. MacPherson talked about..." "I've seen it with my own eyes." "In the ashes, to survive the blast of a furnace." "And seeing truly is believing, wouldn't you say, gentlemen?" "Thank you all so much for joining me here today." "Mr. Pak, how are your ears?" "A little better?" "How's your vibe now?" "Not good." "Not good." "As Mr. MacPherson has told you all..." "What's he doing?" "I don't know." "The price of this particular item is starting at 20 million U.S. Currency." "Okay, possibilities." "Artie knocked MacPherson out and is pretending to take his place." "Yeah, but they knew him." "They called him Mr. Nielsen." "No, MacPherson has some kind of mind control over Artie." "Well, that's a strange way to use it." "Well..." "Okay, Pete, what if Artie's trading in 30 years at the Warehouse for $20 million?" "Or..." "Snap." "What?" "Artie is MacPherson." "Uh, no, come on." "You don't actually believe that, do you?" "Hold it right there, buddy." "Yeah, yeah." "Stay there until we figure this out." "Cut it out, you two." "That's not me." "I'm me." "Well, how are we supposed to know that?" "Look." "Security cameras." "So?" "He's setting me up." "I mean, he tried to do it a few weeks ago with the Honjo Masamune." "You don't remember?" "He went after the sword, plus he dug up my past." "I was arrested for treason." "This time, he's going to make sure it sticks." "And that must be why Mrs. Frederic sounded so strange." "So, what, did he go out and get an Artie suit?" "Huh?" "How do we know that you're not him pretending to be you?" "The Thimble." "You really did read the whole manual, didn't you?" "I did." "What thimble?" "Harriet Tubman's Thimble." "She wore it as she stitched the rags of her fellow slaves." "It became imbued with her dream of a better life, and it developed properties of light refraction so that people saw an image different from the image of the person wearing the thimble." "It came in very handy for the Underground Railroad during the Civil War." "All right, well, let's just go in and blast them." "No, no, no, no, no." "No, he's expecting that." "Well, what's he not expecting?" "This..." "I didn't..." "No." "No, there's no way." "There's absolutely no..." "Claudia." "Claudia." "Leena, Mrs. Frederic, this place is my home." "I would never do anything to hurt any of you, least of all Artie." "We know you wouldn't, not on purpose." "What does that mean?" "Do you think he put some kind of bug in my brain or something?" "There are any number of methods to create sleeper agents." "Apparently, MacPherson has amassed quite a collection of Warehouse artifacts." "Then torture me!" "You people do that." "You've got to have some kind of truth serum laying around here somewhere." "Pump me full of it." "Read me." "Read my colors, tell my fortune, whatever it is you do." "You can tell, right?" "Yes, I can." "And I have." "Claudia, I'm sorry, but something is wrong." "Oh, my God." "I'm like the freaking Manchurian Candidate or something." "What the hell!" "Let her go." "For the time being, it's best if she weren't in the Warehouse." "What if she disappears?" "She's being watched." "I have never seen her this upset before." "That's what made James such an excellent agent." "He'd get inside your head, throw you off your game." "Just when you thought you had the upper hand, he'd strike." "$48 million going once, going twice..." "Sold for $48 million to Mr. Pak." "And when I get confirmation that the money is in our account, then the Phoenix will be yours." "Wrong again, Arthur." "Remember these?" "Gentlemen, this next item is something that we went through a great deal of trouble to acquire." "Edgar Allan Poe's notebook and his pen." "Together, they give their owner the unique ability to make what they write actually happen." "What is that?" "It's a fire alarm." "We must get out of here." "There's no need to panic." "Mr. Nielsen," "I'd rather not be here when the authorities arrive." "Excellent point." "Next time, Mr. Nielsen." "Gentlemen, you don't..." "Federal agents!" "Don't bother." "I'm sorry you went to all that trouble getting Poe's pen." "I guess you wasted your time attacking my family." "Okay, pal, time for you to finally get yours." "Just don't kill him." "He's an excellent bodyguard." "I'd hate to lose him." "Then who the hell..." "James MacPherson, you're under arrest." "Aren't you adorable?" "You didn't really think it was going to be that easy, did you?" "Do you remember our old friend Erik?" "He made those wonderful implosion grenades which I demonstrated for you a few weeks ago." "Before his untimely death, I had him bring back yet another old favorite, the Eggshell Bomb." "This time with a pinch of promethium." "If the slightest pressure cracks the shell, it results in a small nuclear reaction." "Small, but dazzling." "Carson." "Now, you two drop those little toys of yours" "Or Arthur will lose his footing." "Thank you." "Jaw getting tired, Arthur?" "Won't be long now." "You were a Warehouse agent." "What the hell happened to you?" "Fifteen years of exile." "And now I want to give Arthur back the gift he gave me, but unfortunately, you're going to be tried for your crimes posthumously." "In your soul, you believe as I do." "That's the vibe you've been feeling." "How do you know what I'm feeling?" "Because I know you, Peter Lattimer, better than you know yourself." "I was you." "Shall I tell you the thought that crosses your mind occasionally?" "What if these artifacts really do belong out in the world instead of being locked up by a gang of autocratic Regents who see the universe through the blindness of their own bureaucracy?" "Walk out of here with me now and follow what you know to be true in your soul." "That's a nice speech." "It sounds even better with the fancy accent." "But it still doesn't cover the fact that you are out of your gourd, MacNuttypants." "You put a bomb in a man's mouth." "Not really a great recruiting tool." "Fair enough." "Well, I'll be saying goodbye, then." "What, do you expect us to just let you walk out of here?" "No, no." "I expect you to die while you're trying to save Arthur." "And I'd say he's got about 30 seconds." "Hey, Mac!" "Good catch." "So we're never turning him in to the government?" "The government?" "No, I don't think so." "He's already proven that prisons can't hold him." "So then what happens to him?" "I mean, we're not going to, you know..." "No, no, no, no." "Although he would happily kill all of us without blinking an eye." "No, we don't operate like that." "We'll put him in the Bronze Sector." "Arthur, I'm honored." "Okay, look, I promise to read the manual this weekend, but what is the Bronze Sector?" "Actually, I don't remember that being in the manual." "Bronze Sector, children, is where the most dangerous people in history have been..." "What's the generous phrase?" "Preserved." "Yes, preserved." "People whose removal from society had to be certain, they're put in the Bronze Sector." "Locked for all eternity in Warehouse 13." "How poetic." "Even a twisted mind can be an artifact." "Let's go." "Aren't you forgetting something?" "Not that I can think of." "My blood." "If I remember correctly, my veins will burst upon entry." "I say we give it a try, see what happens." "James, what a bittersweet reunion." "You've aged." "Mrs. Frederic, you haven't." "You must tell me your secret." "Perhaps on a warm summer day over tea." "Perhaps not." "All this time you've had them." "How simple." "I wish I'd thought of it." "What are those?" "Crystalline diamonds with a trace of palladium." "Palladium?" "Yeah, it neutralizes the minerals in his blood." "So he doesn't go kablooey." "Unfortunately." "Wow." "That is a load off my mind." "Goodbye, James." "Yeah, let's go." "Let's go." "So why is the Bronze Sector not in the manual?" "No, no, no, it's far too dangerous for there to be a written record." "If someone were to find this place, somehow reverse the process..." "The point is, we don't want these people out in the world." "So this place is filled with, like, the worst guys ever, right?" "Hitler, Mussolini, Michael Vick?" "No, no, these are men and women who would have become Hitlers and Mussolinis." "Or worse, except we got to them first." "A room filled with evil that you've never heard of." "It seems so unfair." "No, this is a process that was first explored in..." "Mesopotamia." "In 1230 BC..." "Uh, '50." "1250 BC." "Anyway, the bronzing process was too heavy, and it kind of cracked open." "Let's just say it was unsuccessful." "Here, what we do is we flash-freeze the bodies cryogenically and we preserve them by bronzing." "Unfortunately, it's a painless process." "Really?" "How many times have you tried it?" "It's about as painful as a sword in the chest." "Touche." "What a beautiful creature." "A farewell gift, Arthur?" "You shouldn't have." "Just ignore the monster in the cage." "Pete and Myka, the stolen artifacts have been loaded in." "Can I get your help replacing them?" "Fine by me." "I'd rather not see this." "Wait." "Come on, I want to watch this." "When's the next time something like this is going to happen?" "Hopefully never." "Who says you can never go home again, eh, Arthur?" "James." "You know, I thought I'd have a lot more to say to you." "Goodbye, James." "Arthur, we can still be partners." "Pleading for your life, that's out of character for you." "I'm not pleading for my life." "I'm pleading for yours." "You know, maybe I should go check on Artie." "I'm sure he's fine." "You know what?" "I'll go check." "I'll be back in a second." "Okay." "What a waste." "Downtown, baby" "How she looks so..." "Turn around." "My dear, thank you for remembering our appointment." "That is a relief." "Wave to Arthur so he can enjoy the tape later." "We're clear." "You won't be needing that anymore." "So was it all worth it?" "Unfettered access to Warehouse 13?" "Time will tell." "Hmm." "There's work to be done." "The codes I implanted when Arthur tried to access my site need to be activated." "Go on, now." "Tempus fugit." "Late as usual." "How did you..." "Get away from there!" "Or what?" "You've had your chance, Arthur." "So many chances." "Go ahead, fire it." "You see, there's a way around almost anything, partner." "No!" "Artie." "Artie?" "Artie, are you okay?" "Artie, hey!" "Can you hear me?" "Artie, get up!" "Artie!" "Artie." "Artie, get up." "Artie, get up." "Pete, hurry!" "Look out, look out." "No." "No." "No, no, no." "Artie!" "Wait, wait, wait!" "Wait for us!" "James!" "Self-destruct sequence initiated." "The umbilicus will self-destruct in five, four, three, two, one."