"Previously on Warehouse 13..." "We haven't met." "I'm Mrs. Frederic." "Warehouse 13..." "Is it yours?" "It's mine..." "And so are Lattimer and Bering." "Excuse me?" "Kate Logan, Chicago Field Office." "I didn't know you transferred to Chicago." "So, uh, you showing up here means I should call you, right?" "Call, don't call-- same as always." "Hey..." "I'm so sorry we got cut off earlier." "S-something huge came up." "I don't think it's a good idea for me to see you anymore." "Turn around and put your hands in the air!" "H.G. Wells." "That's my daughter..." "My Christina." "Everything that ever mattered in my life is gone now, except the Warehouse." "I want to come back and work there again." "Okay, I don't care if I'm having a brain transplant." "If you cross paths with H.G. Wells, yank me out of anesthesia, and you fill me in." "Is that understood?" "Yes, sir." "Crystal clear." "Aggh!" "Agh!" "Aah!" "Stop!" "For God's sak-- agh!" "I told you I've got a bad shoulder, okay?" "It's an old wrestling injury." "71." "He bowled a 71." "It's amazing to me that you're single." "Really, so surprising." "It broke." "What?" "What?" "What broke?" "She knows." "Just some dumb shelf." "Is there a reason Warehouse shelves are falling down?" "Yes." "We need brackets." "This one's got me stumped." "Yeah, me too." "Todd works at the hardware store." "Oh!" "Yes, yes." "Todd, the young lad with the the glasses-- the boyfriend." "Not anymore." "They broke up." "She's trying not to run into him, so she won't go to the hardware store to get the brackets-- I don't care about Todd." "She doesn't care about Todd." "What a coincidence." "And we've got work to do." "Yes, let's all grow up a little, shall we?" "♪ "C" is for cookie ♪" "♪ that's good enough for me ♪" "Oh, snap!" "Kate Logan." "Excuse me." "Yeah." "Just can't get enough of me, can you?" "Well, who can blame you?" "What?" "Pete, what's wrong?" "It's Dickinson." "Somebody-- guys..." "We have to go to Washington, D.C. right now." "Do they know the cause of death?" "Massive internal bleeding and hypovolemic shock." "This is an X-ray of Dickinson's hand." "It looks like every bone has been dislocated." "Yeah, the carpals usually sit right against the radius, but there's a half an inch between them." "Every joint in his body looks like that, as if he was pulled apart." "My God." "What the hell could have done this?" "The only word for it is "freaky."" "That's why I called you." "That's what you do, right?" "Weird and freaky." "The pain-- it just must have been..." "Would you give us a minute?" "Right." "Super secret weird and freaky." "I'll be outside." "I just-- I can't believe this." "Why?" "I don't care what it takes, but we are not gonna stop till we know who's responsible for this." "Pete..." "It's me." "This is my fault." "♪ Warehouse 13 2x09 ♪ Vendetta Original Air Date on August 31, 2010" "Artie, what do you mean this is your fault?" "How can this be your fault?" "Artie, just-- just talk to us." "What did this?" "You wouldn't have thought it was anything-- just an old, rusty chain." "What chain?" "The rack the chain from Torquemada's rack." "What?" "Who is this Torquemada woman?" "A different rack entirely." "Tomas de Torquemada-- the Grand Inquisitor-- he was the driving force behind the Spanish Inquisition." "If the holder pulls the chain taut and focuses his energy on the victim, then it induces the same kind of bone-wrenching agony..." "That was suffered on the rack." "That's why Dickinson's bones were all..." "Twisted and wrenched from their sockets." "I'm sorry." "I'm so, so sorry." "Artie, I just don't understand." "How is this your fault?" "Well..." "In the '70s, I had some dealings with the Soviet Union." "No, no, no." "Artie, we know all that." "Okay, pre-Warehouse, you worked for the NSA." "You traded secrets to the Russians." "They were gonna charge you with treason." "But Mrs. Frederic fixed it." "You didn't trade secrets..." "Did you?" "Artifacts?" "Just trinkets." "I thought that they were antiques, old relics that the Soviets were willing to trade for." "What, wait, trade-- trade what--money?" "No." "People-- political prisoners rotting in the Gulags." "You traded artifacts..." "For people?" "It was a different world, Myka." "Berlin Wall..." "Nuclear stockpiling, persecution of Soviet Jews." "What was a rusty old chain compared to a human life?" "I didn't know it was an artifact." "Hey, man..." "I'd have done the same thing." "And then, one day, my Russian contact let slip that these old trinkets..." "Had power." "And pretty soon, I discovered that many of these things had frightening, dangerous power and I couldn't live with the guilt, so I-- so you turned yourself in." "And that was the day Mrs. Frederic came into my life." "She made me an offer, a chance to make amends for past mistakes." "That's why she gave you a new name." "Arthur Weisfelt died that day, and Artie Nielsen was born." "Look, that's a hell of a story, Artie, but what's it got to do with Dickinson?" "Why him?" "I don't know." "But we are gonna find out." "...Glory are yours, forever and ever." "Amen." "Amen." "I'm just gonna take a walk." "Okay." "Is she okay?" "As okay as you can be at a friend's funeral." "It's a bloody rotten business." "What are you doing here?" "Same as you-- tracking Torquemada's chain." "It was on our most-desired list in Warehouse 12." "Well, you know what?" "You are actually on Artie's most-desired list." "So unless you want to be bronzed again-- he's still opposed to my returning as an Agent?" "Well, he's opposed to your existence." "So, yeah, I would say that extends to you-- this is absurd." "I saved your life." "I saved Claudia's life." "I've--I've proven I can be trusted." "More than not, I've proven that I'm of value." "I'm not questioning your value." "I'm curious about your motives." "Myka, I can't." "I don't belong in this world." "The Warehouse is" "I'm gonna need more than that." "I'm gonna need more than..." ""She doesn't like the world."" "I need the truth." "Why did they bronze you?" "What--what did you do that the Regents felt that they had to encase you in" "I asked to be bronzed." "You asked?" "You..." "Who in their right mind would" "I wasn't in my right mind." "My daughter, my Christina, had been murdered-- a senseless crime, brutal and senseless." "I had to try to..." "To change it." "And I was working in a place where miracles happen." "There had to be something, some way to bring her back or to turn back time." "I spent years desperately combing the shelves of Warehouse 12." "Twice I was discovered and brought before the Regents." "Twice they were lenient and gave me a reprieve." "The third time..." "My recklessness cost the life of a fellow Agent." "I was distraught and quite mad, I'm afraid." "I had become a danger." "So I asked, and they said yes." "I suppose I hoped to awaken in a different world, a better one." "The bronzer was your time machine." "Closest I could come." "I'll talk to Artie." "Thank you." "Um, this is how to reach me in D.C." "Myka..." "I'm sorry about your friend." "Ah, we sure missed you when you left the NSA." "Beauty and brains." "Thanks, Joe." "Oh, it turns out that I found my calling." "Oh, do I want to know what that means?" "No, no." "Never mind." "I don't." "As long as you love what you're doing, right?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "Right." "Uh, thanks, but I'm really not hungry." "I made tuna melts." "Tuna melts?" "Okay, you buried the lead." "I'm standing in front of a dead woman." "You two have to live in the same town." "Work it out." "I'll go get some lemonade." "If Claudia won't come to the hardware store..." "The hardware store will come to Claudia?" "Cute." "Ooh, brackets." "You shouldn't have." "Yeah, so..." "So..." "How's life?" "Good?" "If by "good" you mean excruciatingly boring, then, yeah, my life's good." "Yeah, mine's really good." "I've been thinking about you." "Ironic-- you broke up with me." "I know." "I guess I just didn't think you'd cut out of my life completely." "I can do black." "I can do white." "Not so good with gray." "You mix black paint with white paint." "You've got to get out of that hardware store, at least to find some new metaphors." "So does that mean we could maybe be friends?" "Friends..." "Sounds grayish." "The thing is, Claudia..." "I got to go." "I'm--I'm sorry, I-- you're leaving?" "I-I'll call you later, I promise." "I'm--I'm really sorry." "I-I promise I-I'll call you." "What happened?" "I have no frakkin' idea." "Dude was here, got a text, dude is gone." "Well, men are generally out of touch with their emotions." "I mean, look at Pete and Artie." "Those are my choices?" "They say one thing, and they do another, because they're not exactly sure how they feel." "Mixed signals cover all possibilities." "Exactly." "How am I supposed to respond to that, Leena, with a big smile or with gunfire?" "With patience." "Give him time." "Patience?" "Right." "Oh, no, I can be patient." "Actually, no, I can't." "Sanchez, are you back from lunch already?" "Could you-- who are you?" "How did you get in here?" "Uhh!" "Artie..." "Pete's just looking through the rest of the security-camera footage." "This is where you found him?" "It was quick and quiet." "People in the other offices didn't hear a thing." "Artie, it-- it's 70 degrees here, but--but the prelim says that he died of hypothermia." "Did--did the chain also...?" "The Titanic." "There was a piece of driftwood." "It was pried from the arms of one of the victims." "It became imbued with..." "Certain properties." "Another one you traded?" "The coincidence doesn't escape me either." "If someone wanted Joe dead, then NSA headquarters is not the easiest place to take him out." "I think whatever they were after was right here." "And I want to know what." "You're never gonna get in." "The NSA's system is so much tighter than ours" "I'm in." "I'm surprised it took you that long." "Maybe I shouldn't be here while you hack NSA files." "Well, the mainframe was not accessed, so whatever they were looking for was only in this computer..." "Here." "And the last file accessed was..." "It's just a list of Russian names and addresses." "What?" "Artie, what's the connection?" "Me." "These are names of people that I got released from the Gulag." "It's a list of my relatives." "These people are your family?" "Hey, guys, so I went through the internal security feed." "There's something you're gonna want to see." "Okay, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, right there." "H.G. Wells-- what is she doing now?" "And why is she coming after me?" "Look, maybe she was here for other reasons." "Like what?" "Applying for a job?" "No, like hunting down whatever artifact that did this, so she can prove herself and rejoin the Warehouse." "Myka, how do you know that?" "I..." "May have..." "Spoken to her." "Oh, man!" "You've been talking to H.G.?" "Let me understand this." "You spoke to H.G. Wells about official Warehouse 13 matters, and you didn't tell me?" "I was waiting for the right time." "This ain't it." "You, of all people-- you accuse me of keeping secrets, and then you go and do something like this?" "Hey, hey, hey." "No, hey." "You know what, Artie?" "No, no, no." "This is good." "This is good, because, uh, now we have a lead." "And--and we know that H.G. is involved, and all we have to do is find her, and--and thank God that Myka is so good at that." "I know where she is-- the, um, Archer Hotel." "I guess we're going." "Yeah." "All right." "All right, Claude, you can do this." "Just walk up to him and say-- dah hah hah." "And I'm officially stalking him." "Okay." "Well, who's the girl?" "Her name's Claudia." "Claudia?" "Yeah." "What does she do?" "She just works at a Warehouse." "That's all you know?" "An I.R.S. Warehouse." "Zoinks!" "Ah, took you long enough." "Finally looked at the envelope, did you?" "Torquemada's chain-- where is it?" "Well, I don't have it." "I've been looking for it since 1894." "I'm trying to help you, Artie." "How do we know you didn't kill Dickinson or Joe Sweetwood?" "What possible reason would have?" "Hadn't you rather be looking for the person who was photographing Artie at Dickinson's funeral?" "Photographing me?" "I followed him, but by the time I got inside the NSA, it was too late." "He left something on Mr. Sweetwood's body." "I imagine it has significance to you." "What?" "What was it?" "I'm more than happy to share my information, but I expect a little quid pro quo." "Nothing." "I tell you nothing." "Right." "Good luck, then." "Artie, wait." "Maybe she has some information-- no, she is a killer, and she belongs in the bronze sector." "You don't know that!" "And I will not be blackmailed!" "It's a lead." "Artie, we need leads." "All right." "What is it?" "In the bible on the nightstand." "What does it mean?" "Alexander..." "He's calling me out." "Who?" "It's my Soviet contact." "Whenever he wanted to meet, he would leave a King of Hearts." "But I thought he was in prison." "Yeah, well, looks like he's out..." "And obviously not for good behavior." "He went after Dickinson, because Dickinson knew that Arthur Weisfelt had become Artie Nielsen." "By killing Joe, this guy gets the list of all your relatives in Russia." "He's going after your family." "That's all the quid pro quo you're gonna get." "This guy must want you to know what he's doing." "But why?" "Artie, why was Alexander sent to prison?" "When I turned myself in, he became useless to his government." "He was a liability." "By the time I found that out..." "It was too late." "So, revenge?" "I have to get to Moscow." "No, Artie, that's exactly what he wants." "He's coming after my family." "We're going too." "It's too dangerous." "Oh, don't even bother." "♪ ♪" "Weisfelt instruments." "Yeah." "It's quite the family resemblance." "And he teaches music, just like my father." "Why don't you go in and say hello?" "No, no." "That would put him in even more danger." "We've never met." "The family thinks that Arthur Weisfelt's dead." "It should stay that way." "Man, this is a huge list." "Was your whole family tree subversive?" "Well, no." "I had several cousins who were refuseniks." "Those days, when one was grabbed, whole family was grabbed." "So how are we supposed to warn and protect everyone-- we're not." "We're gonna find Alexander first." "I got it." "We find the bastard, and then we go in guns blazing." "We're not gonna do any blazing." "We're gonna keep a low profile." "This visit is not exactly government sanctioned." "So no help from the local authorities and no diplomatic immunity." "None." "What could they do to us?" "You two-- they yell at you, and they send you home." "And what about you?" "I didn't change my name to hide from our government." "As far as the Russians are concerned," "I'm a spy who betrayed them, so..." "See, that's something you could've brought up on the plane." "This is the safe house where..." "Alexander and I used to meet." "Alexander was a creature of habit." "If he's not here now, he will be soon." "Well, finally we're one step ahead of this guy." "He's on the roof." "Son of a bitch." "Grenade!" "No." "Croquet ball." "Croquet ball." "Oh, God." "If he's got the other one..." "Get down!" "Down!" "Whoa!" "Whoa!" "All right, stay down." "Stay down!" "What, is this another old friend of yours, Artie?" "Yeah, it's Charles II's croquet ball, imbued with the fury of a King and a sore loser." "Oh, interesting sidebar-- later!" "Oh!" "So how do we stop it?" "We don't!" "It's got to stop on its own." "It could take hours." "The ball is lethal!" "Stay out of its way!" "Okay, I think I can make it to the door and then see if I can spot him." "Artie, be careful!" "Pete, get down!" "Uhh!" "Oh-ho." "Bye-bye." "Aah!" "Ohh!" "Myka, do you think you can get to the old fridge?" "What, are you hungry now?" "Just be prepared to open it, okay?" "Right." "Okay." "Okay." "Ready?" "One..." "Two..." "Go!" "Whoa." "Pete, behind you!" "Oh!" "Little league, don't fail me now!" "Whoa ho ho ho ho!" "Wakah!" "Pete..." "Artie's outside." "Artie!" "Well, this isn't good." "You getting a vibe?" "Don't need one." "Yeah, I'm here." "Who are the..." "Fighting Ocelots?" "Hmm?" "Claude, you have a post-it kind of stuck on your..." "Hey, you find any info on Alexander?" "We've run into a real dead end here." "Uh, I pulled an all-nighter digging for intel." "And..." "Nada." "The Soviets must have disappeared him." "I'm running some needle-in-a-haystack programs right now, but I'm gonna need a little more info." "Could you put Artie on a sec?" "Can't." "He's-- Artie got hungry, and he went out for some borscht." "Just, uh, get back to us." "There's no use in panicking Claudia." "I mean, there's not much she can do from there." "There's not much we can do from here." "And now I want borscht." "Wow." "Is that all on Alexander?" "This is on Alexander." "This is on Todd." "And I'm not stalking him." "But look at this picture I took of him." "Look at that." "See the guy he's talking to?" "He's totally packing heat..." "In Univille." "I mean, I saw that, I figured..." "Maybe I should dig a little deeper." "School records, tax--dental records." "Claudia, that's a little stalker-y." "What did you find out?" "Nothing, until you get behind the data." "All of this info was entered on the same day six months ago, right before Todd showed up in our sleepy, little hamlet." "Leena, what if Todd is trying to use me to get into the Warehouse?" "I think I should go to town and-- no, you should stay away from him until Artie gets back." "Claudia." "You're right." "You're right." "That's exactly what I was thinking." "Guess I'll just, uh, figure out which shelf to put this thing on." "I'll do that." "I'll do it." "I'll do it." "Okay." "Too easy." "Claudiola-- I was just thinking about you." "Toddarama-- settle a bet for Pete and me." "He thinks there's no High School with an Ocelot mascot, but I thought you said your high-school football team had one, right?" "Did we talk about this?" "Yeah, the Fighting Ocelots." "I knew it!" "The undefeated Ocelots." "Pride and Joy of my youth." "Listen, I was thinking." "We should totally be friends and hang out." "Nice segue." "How about Friday?" "How about now?" "Sounds good." "Pond in the park in, say, 45?" "Make it 40." "Great." "Okay, we can't go to the local police, and we certainly can't go to the government." "We don't know how to call Mrs. Frederic." "Well, all right, what about-- hold it." "What?" "What?" "What is this?" "What is-- ah, ã for crying out loud." "I think someone's watching us." "Why don't you just say that?" "'Cause I'm trying to act nonchalant." "Oh, good job." "All right." "So, um, I still want you to go that way." "Mm-hmm." "Okay?" "And then I'm gonna go-- I'm gonna go this way." "Okay." "Take the bag, okay?" "We'll see who he follows." "Okay." "All right, babe." "Well, I'll see you later." "I'll see you at dinner." "Give me some sug-- just go with it." "All right." "Was that really necessary?" "Hey, you." "You mind telling me what you're doing here?" "Hi." "You remember me?" "We really don't have time for this." "How did you find us?" "Receiver-- tells me the exact coordinates of the transmitter I slipped into Myka's pocket at the cemetery, and before you get angry" "I'm not angry." "Just tell me you also slipped one of those into Artie's pocket too." "Artie's gone?" "He was kidnapped." "Probably by the same person who killed Dickinson and Sweetwood." "We could use your help." "Wait, Myka, no." "Artie would blow a gasket." "Pete, we need help, and she's here." "And for the record, I knew that you slipped this in my pocket at the cemetery." "I-I thought you'd know." "I knew you'd think that." "Oh, all right." "Look, we think he might have been taken by his former Soviet contact." "That's impossible." "How do you know that?" "It couldn't have been Alexander." "That's why Claudia's trail ran cold." "You mind filling me in here?" "Alexander died 13 years ago." "Alexander." "Alexei?" "It's you, isn't it?" "Why?" "Some kind of revenge?" "Uhh!" "Alexander, listen..." "What we did..." "Was wrong." "The artifacts were dangerous." "They needed to be locked away." "That's why I turned myself in." "I didn't know that they would punish you." "Save your breath." "You'll need it." "Who the hell are you?" "The last person you'll ever see." "Arthur Weisfelt..." "The man I spend my entire life hating." "Oh, my God." "You look just like..." "It's Ivan, right?" "Ivan." "You're Alexander's son." "No." "To be a son, you would need a father." "Mine spent his entire life in prison because of you." "Not me-- your government did that." "You caused it." "They gave you a new life..." "While my father died in a cell." "Now it's your turn." "Do you really think we should be going through Artie's bag?" "Yes, Pete!" "Of course!" "Unless you have a better idea!" "Okay, okay." "Two Mykas-- this is gonna be fun." "Hey, a compass--maybe this is some sort of homing device that always points at Artie." "No, no, that would be too easy." "Holy crap!" "W-what does that do?" "It holds Artie's glasses." "Right, so I can understand your excitement." "But Artie always loses his glasses, which is why Claudia rigged them so he could always find them!" "Is this the receiver?" "No, he lost that weeks go." "But..." "I know someone who has one." "Good job!" "You made it." "Of course." "I said I would." "People say a lot of things." "They do, they do." "Hey, you don't drive an old el Camino, do you?" "Me?" "No, it's Artie's, actually." "I hardly ever..." "Ah, screw it." "What the hell is that?" "I'm asking the questions here, starting with who the hell are you?" "Me?" "You don't exist." "You're six months old." "Why were you spying on me?" "I figured you out, man." "Think you can use me to get into the Warehouse?" "What do I care about an I.R.S. Warehouse?" "Bet you're just as bad as MacPherson." "You just want to-- wait, what?" "Who's MacPherson?" "You think it's an I.R.S. Warehouse?" "Isn't it?" "Or ha!" "Is that just your cover, working for John Conti?" "John Conti?" "Who the hell's Jo-- wait, John Conti, the mobster?" "Dude, I don't work for him." "Then what the hell is going on?" "Oh, Todd, you're in trouble." "Trying hard not to be." "Was the Marshal right?" "Am I a dead man?" "No, no, of course not." "You're..." "Jinkies." "You're in the Witness Protection program, aren't you?" "Man, you didn't know?" "No, I thought..." "Man, how the hell'd you get yourself into the program?" "I was just an I.T. guy Conti hired to recover a hard drive." "I saw some files I wasn't supposed to, and all of a sudden," "I'm living in this weird town in South Dakota." "I-I wanted to tell you, but I couldn't." "And that--that guy I saw you with was-- my handler." "He's pretty pissed at me right now." "I wasn't supposed to get close to anybody, let alone fall in love with them." "Wait a second." "Back that up." "Okay. "Love" is a really strong word." "No, no, no." "Further back." "You mean you really are a techie after all?" "Monster." "Dude." "The light is flashing." "He should be right here." "I guess he was." "This way." "Oh, my God." "You've got the jacks." "So killing those men and the list of my family, that was for what-- just to--to-- to get me here?" "Ivan, no." "Don't--don't-- don't use that." "It doesn't just affect victims." "Whoever uses it, it--it--it infects your soul, steals your humanity." "And the longer you have it, the more like Torquemada you become." "Good." "That will make this easier." "Okay, where now?" "You guys take this corridor." "I'll go this way." "Just help me with this door." "Why don't you just yell, "here we come"?" "Hey!" "Be careful." "Hey!" "What?" "Come on." "Artie." "Artie." "Oh, come on!" "There's got to be another way." "Oh!" "What?" "Shh." "What?" "It's okay." "What are you?" "Don't, no." "Shh." "Behind you." "It's okay." "Y-you don't need to do this." "It takes a few minutes." "I want to watch you watch your friend die." "Let her die." "I don't care." "She means nothing to me." "This woman who risks her life to save yours?" "I see it's still very hazardous to be your friend." "There's no time." "What are you doing?" "Oh, jeez." "Let's see what this thing does." "Okay." "And..." "Go!" "And..." "Activate!" "Fire!" "Come on!" "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!" "It's a reflex hammer, right?" "Sure." "Okay, well..." "Now, that's cool." "Let's go." "Yeah." "Why?" "Ivan, why?" "What's the point?" "What are you gonna do?" "You just gonna kill people who have absolutely nothing to do with this?" "Don't worry." "Don't worry." "Her death will be quick." "Not yours." "Take this." "Hold this tight." "It's the only thing that'll reverse it." "Hold it tight!" "You'll be all right." "You all right?" "Yeah, yeah." "That was a good shot, by the way, unless you were shooting at Ivan." "If I'd shot him, you'd still be chained there." "And I would have frozen to death." "That was some good thinking." "You'll be all right." "You'll be all right." "Well, that wasn't so hard." "Say it again." "Oh, come on." "Please?" "For me." "My preferred method of hacking is to use an integrated secure toolkit applied a safe-type concurrent algorithm derived from an active binary work cluster embedded in a synchronized metalevel high-speed architecture." "I love it when you talk tech." "He's gonna be here soon." "This sucks." "We can finally talk." "I finally feel like I'm getting to know you." "Aw." "Suckity, suckity, suck, suck, suck." "Oh." "Sorry, my handlers are just too freaked." "They think I'll be safer someplace else." "But, hey, if I live to testify," "I'll come back." "Oh, that's an interesting brush-off." "I could always just send Conti into an interdimensional space." "What's that?" "Tell you later?" "Not fair." "Todd..." "Time to go." "You know I'll find you." "You better." "How could you?" "You turned her in." "You handed her over to the Regents without even considering that she might be a valuable asset and-- Myka." "What makes you think that this was his decision," "Agent Bering?" "You seriously believe that there's not a thorough and complete vetting process by which the agents of Warehouse 13 are selected?" "Mrs. Frederic recommends." "Regents discuss." "And I make the final decision." "Artie..." "So who's this guy now?" "Mr. Kosan, Agent Lattimer, Agent Bering." "Adwin Kosan is..." "On a need-to-know basis, and you don't need to know." "You make the decisions." "Some of them." "Yes." "We have to trust that Mr. Kosan will make the right choice." "The choice has been made." "Has she been bronzed, then?" "Ms. Wells?" "This is thanks in no small part to Agent Bering's report." "To Agent Bering's re-- I tried to tell you, but-- in conjunction with our findings," "H.G. Wells is to be fully reinstated as a Warehouse Agent." "She's convinced the Regents that she's no longer a threat, but an asset." "Welcome home, Agent Wells." "Thank you, sir." "Agent Wells." "Reinstated?" "Be it ever so humble." "Thank you." "Without you, I wouldn't be here." "Well, I would, but I'd be in bronze." "Welcome to the team, I guess, yeah?" "Thank you." "No." "This is wrong." "Artie..." "This is wrong!" "Artie!" "Artie?" "Artie!" "Wait!" "Artie, wait!" "Artie, don't you dare just walk away." "We went to Russia so we could right the wrongs from your past." "Don't you think that H.G. deserves the same chance?" "You're saying that she's just like me?" "You're wrong." "She's nothing like me!" "And no matter how much good she's done for all of us," "I'll never trust that woman." "But if the Regents are sure, don't you think you should-- oh, now you want to know what I think." "I think I'm gonna regret not letting her freeze to death." "But by then, it'll be too late..." "For all of us."