"So 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 martini." "Well, you are looking pretty ragged..." "You got those bags under your eyes and... wha..." "I'm..." "I'm supporting you here." "It's very helpful." "Thanks." "Ow." "Secret service." "That's a big-ass generator, huh?" "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, um, Agent Bering." "This is Agent Lattimer." "Captain Powell, eastern division." "Secret service?" "So what went down here last night?" "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." "Hello?" "Hey." "It's us again." "Uh, look, general," "I'm gonna need a list of all the casualties and a list of all the witnesses to the accident." "Well, it's pretty much the same lit... half a dozen suspects, hadn't even been processed yet." "We're still trying to confirm the I.Ds." "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, uh..." "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." "Mm." "Uh... it's dark." "Thanks." "Okay." "So this must've 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've blown this door open." "Huh." "Pete?" "Wow." "I guess he's been down here quite a while." "Yeah." "Here's his wallet." "Secret service." "Myka." "Uh-huh." "This guy was a warehouse agent." "Look, he has a secret service tar, but his I.D. and his credentials are dust." "I'm sending for the body right now, okay?" "And meanwhile, what I want you to do is to get me pictures." "Meanwhile, I am gonna find who this agent is." "I'll I.D. 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?" "Yeah, 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 gonna figure out... who that mysterious agent is?" "Unfortunately, the warehouse filing system never quite caught up to the computer age." "Like your wardrobe?" "What?" "These are earth stones." "They never go out of style." "The files on all the warehouse agents for the last 200 years, give or take, and missing agent, too, somewhere." "Excellent." "You can teach me about scrapbooking." "Yeah, okay, I'll call you if I need you." "All right, all right, I 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." "Pixel will never replace the real thing." "Pixel... you know what they are?" "They're just..." "Look, they're a start, but they're..." "God, they're a really small start." "Oh, but they don't have to be." "What?" "Oh, they can be so much more." "I've been working on something, okay?" "I really want to how you." "No, no, I really, really don't need any kind of newfangled..." "Chill." "This is totally old-fangled." "Check it out." "What..." "What..." "What is..." "I that... is that... 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 picture and..." "Wait, no." "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 ray 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." "Yeah, but I ca... can you zoom in on that a little bit?" "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." "Oh, God." ""Really, good, 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 is a very low priority right now." "Yeah, but whoever started the job put out seven trays." "Yeah?" "But 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, um, fries people." "Reggie Hinton, where are you now?" "Give me some of that." "Reggie?" "Shut up." "We got to get out of here, y'all, now." "He's coming after us, all of us." "Who is?" "Just come on, yo." "We got to get out of here now." "Reggie!" "Let's go." "Wait, Reggie!" "It's him." "It's consistent with a fast, hot fire... the same as the bodies at the station." "Except this time no gas leak." "It's like they were microwaved." "We I.D.'d this one as Reggie Hinton, your suspect." "What killed these guys?" "Why is this..." "Not..." "Okay, uh, 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 who were former marines." "You know, we... we could..." "Yeah?" "There are more bodies." "They're burnt 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, uh... there was... there was a 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 it's 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." "Oh, 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 really doubt." "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?" "It's just what we need... a turf war with a new kind of weapon in play." "Okay, we're gonna need, um, 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?" "Till 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." "Mm." "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 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." "I can't connect it with the..." "Hold on." "May I?" "Seriously." "Yeah, what?" "Just do that, but go lower." "All right, wow me with your 3-d." "Okay, I don't appreciate the tone, young man." "A little peed 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." "Uh, joined the marines in '48, recruited to the warehouse in '55." "Last known location, Minneapolis." "That's a long way from St. Louis, Louis." "5." "8." "4?" "5." "Here, put these on." "Oh, what, are we going into surgery?" "Ah, just do as you're told, please." "Okay." "Oh, Jack Secord... living quarters, personal effects, sealed 6/22?" "2." "Holy bed-and-breakfast, Batman." "Mm-hmm." "This is Leena's." "No, this is the warehouse, but, yes, it is room 5 of the bed-and-breakfast, but it's still the warehouse." "See, whenever a warehouse agent... if he disappears, if he dies, if he dies, espec..." "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?" ""I'll be in town 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 is that like an old-school booty call?" "Yeah, before there was texting, grasshopper, there was a time when people actually did put pen to p..." "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, a product of a misspent youth." "And that is... who's that?" "Rebecca." "And where do you live, Rebecca?" "Is that "St. Louis"?" "Yeah." "St. Louis, wow." "What do you know, Jack Secord?" "You actually did leave a note." "Rad." "Rebecca St. Clair?" "I'm Agent Lattimer." "This is Agent Bering." "We're with the secret service." "Oh, my." "How can I help you?" "Um, would you mind if we came inside?" "Well, sure." "Thank you." "Ma'am, we're just in the middle of an investigation, and a, um, 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, uh... 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... 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, ple..." "I... yeah, uh, I just..." "I love cookies." "He does." "Uh, let me put on a kettle." "Okay." "Thank you, thank you." "Thank you." "What are you doing?" "Uh, establishing a rapport, you know, making her feel comfortable." "I think she knows something." "I that a vibe, or do I hear your stomach growling?" "I haven't eaten since last night, okay?" "Unbelievable." "Unbelievable." "Oh, those... they look great." "Thank you." "Ooh." "The tea will be here in a minute." "Uh, I'd just like to ask you... when his body was found, was there anything strange about..." "Agent Bering." "What?" "When?" "What's the address?" "Thank you." "Pete... it happened again." "Same conditions?" "Uh-huh." "Okay. uh, I'm sorry, ma'am, but we've got to go." "Thank you so much for everything." "Uh, I'm..." "I'm sorry." "Just got to have a little... have a little..." "Pete, don't take them all." "Okay, that... that one is... these... 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." "Don't touch me, you stupid pig." "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 gonna kill me too." "What do you mean "like him"?" "Like who?" "The killer guy." "Are you saying a cop did this?" "5-0 walked straight up and started burning people." "I was just over there." "I don't know." "It was crazy." "What's going on?" "Who's this?" "It's a witness, and 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?" "'Cause he needed to decompress." "He lost his temper in an interrogation." "So these bodies, these... these gang members fall under his jurisdiction?" "Well, of course, but like I said, he's on R  R. He's on R  R, 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 member 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." "Mm, 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, hey." "Clark!" "Oh, my God, what is that?" "Clark, no!" "Come on." "He went down here." "There!" "He's dead." "Help me." "Oh." "That thing... it's gone." "Okay, just tell me that Clark's body is on the way to me right now." "No, Powell took it." "Oh, for God... you know, I..." "I just don't have time to play bureaucracy games to get it back!" "I sent you a bunch of pictures that Claudia asked for." "Yeah, great, pictures." "Got them." "Look, there was something on his back, Artie, some kind of a nasty, metallic lobster-looking 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." "Ho... hold... hold it." "I got an idea." "Yes, we'll do it right now." "Now, come on, come on." "Ohhhhh." "Right." "Right away, just do it." "One, two, three." "Ugh." "Go do your thing." "Do your thing." "All right, talk to me." "It gave off arches of electricity." "It must be how he burned those people." "You got it?" "Yeah." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "All right." "So, uh, the electricity..." "Did it emanate from Clark or from the artifact?" "Both." "Okay, you know what?" "So that just completely eliminate 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, uh..." "All right, can you guys hear me?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "Okay, attached to the vertebra at t-2, 4 7, and 9 and accessed 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?" "What are you... 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." "Mm-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..." "Ew." "This is it." "Oh, that's a definitely a nasty lobster-looking thing." "and what is..." "That'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." "Well, you want me to, uh, you know, scan it in, do my thing?" "You go, girl." "Don't." "Sorry." "That's wrong." "Yeah." "Uh, 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 11h-century exhibit passed through." "I couldn't find a connection, but Jack had vibe about these things..." "Very annoying." "He must've 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... on Clark's back." "That's... 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."" "Oh, okay, great." "Uh, so it has a name?" "What is a Saracen?" "A 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 the spine..." "Can you see this?" "The spine was specifically designed as a weapon for these warriors." "11th century... it's the same as the museum exhibit." "What exhibit?" "Well, we found pictures too." "Uh, 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, man, I had a girlfriend like that once." "So... so this thing must get its power from somewhere, right?" "So if we shut down it course, 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... 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." "Aah!" "Help!" "What is that?" "Help me!" "Help me!" "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 are you talking about?" "Oh, God." "Okay, now would be a good time to take the shot." "Okay, that didn't work." "Pete!" "No, but the good news is, we've pissed him off." "Okay, stop it!" "We're on your side!" "Please help me." "Please help me." "God." "Oh, God." "Vince." "What happened?" "I 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!" "Pete, what's going..." "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 yo..." "Agent Bering." "Agent Bering." "Agent Bering." "Are you okay?" "Where's Pete?" "I don't know, he's not here." "What happened?" "The same thing that happened to Clark and Jack, it's happening to Pete." "I..." "I have to go find him." "Hang on one second." "You were knocked out." "We need to call an ambulance." "I'm fine, okay?" "Just... 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 1 to 10, you're about a 25." "Until the battery I drained and the barbs retract." "It lies dormant just waiting for the next nearest living hot 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." "There's a way." "There's always a way, Myka." "Artie, listen to me, I can't, um..." "I will not lose another partner." "Just the look in Pete's eye." "Artie, he looked..." "I've never seen him so angry." "That's not Pete." "That's the artifact." "It 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 gonna 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?" "So it'd zap 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." "Maybe that's what shuts down the spine, a bolt of lightning." "Overwhelming the spine's receptors might make it automatically detach." "That's not bad." "Just turn the Tesla power to full." "No, Artie, look, we already tried that." "All right, listen, Myka, find Pete." "Your Tesla not strong enough, so you'll have to find a powerful electrical source" "Somehow, somewhere." "He's gonna take a bullet." "What?" "That's what we're trained to do, isn't it?" "Every secret service agent will take the 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..." "Pete knows that the spine will just latch on to 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 generator." "He's found his bolt of lightning." "Lattimer." "Lattimer!" "Stop." "Get out!" "Powell, wait!" "Wait." "Look, it channels anger." "Okay, you have to go outside." "Please, just go." "Pete, it's gonna be okay." "Okay, Artie can fix this." "The spine require a lifetime commitment." "You can't help me." "Yes, I can, okay?" "You just... 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..." "I can't reach." "If I miss, I'll just kill myself and it will 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." "Oh, God!" "Oh, God." "Come on." "Damn it." "Come on, Pete." "Don't leave." "Come on, Pete." "Come on!" "Don't leave!" "Oh, God." "Are you okay?" "Yeah." "I'm okay." "Oh, God." "Man, this trip really killed me." "Would you not... could you stop that, please?" "Seriously, I am totally dead." "Hey, I'm surprised to see you alive." "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." "I wanted to be 100% certain that this thing would never again see the light of day." "Absolutely." "I can take care of that." "Place hasn't hanged very much." "Yeah." "Oh, I'm working on that." "Claudia Donovan." "Warehouse 13: next generation." "Thank you very much, Claudia." "Thanks." "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 hate 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, just... there is one last thing that you might be interested in seeing." "Just like he left it." "Hmm." "His lucky lighter." "Oh." "Um..." "Rebecca, there's something in here in Jack's desk that Claudia found that obviously belongs to you, so..." "Oh." ""Rebecca and Jack... together forever."" "Yeah, I'm gonna give you a minute here." "I guess Jack hose 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, um, the spine." "It'll use you up."