"Previously on Warehouse 13..." "Come on old friend so what, you think our Jimmy took a playdate?" "If there's a history log in here, we could look up..." "There." "Pete, Artie says that H.G. Wells is actually-- a woman..." "Could you please be careful with that" "I know all about it." "You what?" "I was Apprenticed at Warehouse 12." "Oh!" "Cavorite was an anti-gravity metal that Wells about, but cavorite doesn't exist." "James?" "James!" "I'm sorry, Arthur." "You stop trying to confuse me!" "Pete, you've been infected by an artifact." "Myka, you and Artie, you got to get out of here." "He's got snipers all over the place!" "The telegraph seems to have tapped into some subliminal anxiety." "Take some time off, Agent Lattimer." "Hmm." "I guess I'm just lucky that the only vet in Univille makes house-calls." "I love ferrets." "Besides, this is a farming community and if I didn't make house-calls, my office would look like a traveling circus." "Myka!" "Guess how many croissants I shoved into my mouth at once." "One day you'll have to tell me how you got partnered up with that one." "Well, the croissant thing's actually kind of impressive when you see it." "Yeah, at least it keeps him from talking." "Oh, that's right." "You prefer your males to bark and hump your leg." "I'm sure it's in your repertoire." "You know, we have to get back to work, but thank you so much for coming." "Myka, for you, anytime." "Okay." "What is with you two?" "She started it." "Good, good, you're here." "Follow me." "We got a ping." "Awesome." "Time to get back out there and kick some artifact butt." "Mmm, not you, no." "Until we're sure that there's no residual effect from your last encounter, you are grounded." "Myka, you're going to Tamalpais University in Northern California." "Artie, this is about a wrestling team." "God, all right, all right." "Yes, yes." "It's about a wrestling team." "This wrestling team, they've lost every match for the last seven years and overnight, they've become unstoppable." "No, this is-- this is one of ours." "I know you wrestled in college." "What can I say?" "Irony is my specialty." "So-- grounded!" "This team was tested for steroids, right?" "One of the kids on the team died three weeks ago, in a fire, alone, camping." "If an artifact is helping them, it could also be killing them." "Okay, I'm on it." "Yeah, Claudia, take this, because you're going with Myka to California as a backup." "For reals?" "My first official assignment as an Agent?" "Shut up!" "As..." "An Apprentice." "While you're on campus, enroll and get a degree, will you?" "Will you never stop with that?" "Should I have worn something more business-suity, you know, so people take me seriously as an Agent?" "You're not an Agent." "You're an Apprentice." "Right." "Apprentice." "Taking notes." ""Jeans are fine."" "Well, it looks like they won again." "Think the artifact's in here?" "Anything's possible, but artifacts don't talk." "People talk." "Right." "Interviews with people, indeed." "I'm ready to begin my Apprentice education." "Hoo-wah!" "Always happy to answer questions on how much we're winning, but I'm not sure what exactly you're investigating." "Apprentice really be in here?" "We just have some routine questions for you." "Gary!" "Gary, come talk to these ladies." "Sure, Coach." "What's up?" "Hi, Gary, is it?" "So why do you think your team started winning?" "I mean, what changed?" "Coach Tappon finally got our asses in gear." "He got us to want it again." "And if you want it bad enough, you're gonna crush it." "And now we're crushing it." "But seven straight seasons without a win and now all of a sudden" "Oh!" "Claudia, do you want to see what's going on out in the hallway?" "Okay, thanks, bye." "Hey." "Hey, aren't you the guy who just won?" "I feel weird." "My muscles are hurting bad." "I think I need a" "Ah!" "Myka!" "Myka!" "♪ Warehouse 13 2x07 ♪ For the Team Original Air Date on August 17, 2010" "One death on the team is bad enough." "Two is..." "Unthinkable." "But I know Phillip would want us to go on." "How'd it go with the police?" "He just caught on fire, Myka." "I should have done something." "There wasn't anything to do." "You would have done something." "You would stay calm at least." "I literally freaked out." "So the police are calling it an accident?" "Of undetermined cause." "But I hacked the coroner's report on both desks." "Check it out." "Teddy Benson, the wrestler who died in the campsite fire?" "Burn patterns show that the fire started inside his sleeping bag." "Okay, so two deaths by spontaneous combustion on the same wrestling team." "Yeah, I call shenanigans." "And unless a sweaty gym sock is the artifact, then there's nothing that-- okay, there's that." "Hoo-wah!" "Oh, yeah." "You can score that a 9.8." "All right, I'm gonna go talk to the Coach about that medal and you follow up with the team." "Wait." "Follow up?" "By myself?" "Yeah." "Talk to them." "You know, investigate." "Sure." "Yeah, I'll just follow up." "Ahh, mom!" "Pete!" "Are those Timothy Leary's glasses?" "Take them off right now." "That's not a toy." "I'm bored, okay?" "They make things so much less boring." "Did you hear what I said?" "Take 'em off right now." "Right now." "Wouldn't you rather have a nice little fish?" "Okay, stop it." "Give me the glasses." "Don't!" "Get up out of my chair." "Child." "Man, desk duty is lame." "Ow." "Oh, it's nothing personal, senor sensitivo." "No." "Ow." "What?" "What?" "What is it?" "It's nothing." "It's no big deal." "It's just probably my appendix growing back." "Your who with the what now?" "Yeah, it's, uh..." "Grows back every year." "It's a side effect of spending too much time in the Warehouse." "Hmm?" "Nothing to worry about." "It's all good." "Yeah, I need a visit from the doctor." "Yeah." "What?" "Are you serious?" "Touching a gold medal caused them to burn up?" "You got both paddles in the water?" "You were a champion." "Now you're a Coach." "I know what it's like to do good work and no one notices." "A winning team puts you back on top." "Whoa." "You think I'm involved in their deaths?" "You're out of your mind." "If I'm crazy, show me the medal." "I'm not showing you anything." "Coach Tappon, we'd love for you to join us whenever you're free." "Great, Jeff." "I'm sorry." "Just give me a sec." "Be right with you." "Great." "Now I'm pissing off the team's benefactors so you can accuse me of attacking my guys." "I am just trying to protect-- if you scare my guys, I'll have you thrown off this campus." "So, Gary, is it?" "Yeah." "Um..." "Can I help you?" "So Coach Tappon." "Does he ever seem maybe too intent on winning?" ""Too intent on winning"?" "I don't even know what that means." "I mean does he put you under a lot of, you know, pressure?" "Pressure?" "Have you ever tried getting out of a half nelson with a 200-pound monster's on top of you?" "Okay, now when you say, "monster,"" "I'm gonna assume you mean a really big guy and not an actual monster, because in my line of work-- what I mean is pressure is good." "It makes you win." "Okay, yes, but does the Coach care about your safety or just winning?" "Would he risk a wrestler's life to, I don't know, place in a match-- hey, this is my Coach we're talking about." "I'm not gonna let you rip on him." "Oh, no, no, no." "No, I wouldn't deign to rip." "I'm just..." "Observing, analyzing the facts, supposing a possible-- interrogating the-- not that you-- you okay?" "You seem kind of new at this." "Are you, like, that other lady's assistant or something?" "Or something." "If I need anything, I'll circle back." "Thanks so much for coming, doctor." "And how's that?" "Does that hurt?" "It's fine." "No, no." "How about there?" "No." "So our own Warehouse doctor, huh?" "Yes, Pete, it's in the manual, chapter 112, section F, paragraph 3." "Yeah, yeah." "I haven't quite gotten to chapter 112 yet." "Yeah, why don't you go downstairs and read it right now?" "Well, I was hoping you'd read it to me, papa." "Vanessa, I'm really sorry about him." "And I'm sorry you have to come all the way to South Dakota just for this." "Oh, well, your appendix is always the highlight of my year, Artie." "Wow." "What's the rest of your year like?" "Have you been working on your meridians?" "My-- the acupuncture points I asked you to tap on like this." "Yeah, just--I remember." "Ah!" "I'm really ticklish there." "You can't do that." "I know." "Sit up." "Okay." "Yes, I have, actually." "I've worked on-- oh, you're lying." "Yes, I am." "If you're gonna blow hot air, will you mind blowing into this for me, please?" "Well, you're not infected." "Oh, that's good, right?" "Yeah, it's good." "Given your proclivity to appendicitis," "I really still think we should remove it again." "Okay." "Just prophylactically." ""Prophylactically"?" "Shut up." "I place myself in your hands." "Okay, let me go put on some scrubs." "Prepare the procedure room and I'll let you know when I'm ready for you, okay?" "Okay, awesome." "Maybe I'm wrong, but..." "Are Vanessa and Artie sitting in a tree?" "Ah, don't be absurd." "We're two adults who just have a lot of professional respect for each other." "And shut up." "K-I-s-s-I-n-g." "I knew it." "Artie is human." "Walk away." "You like her." "Stop it." "You want to hug her and kiss her..." "Right." "I'm walking away." "And squeeze her and all right!" "Don't touch me there." "Good, you've got the purple goo." "Coach Tappon's office is empty." "Artie said there's no record of Tappon's medal on file, but we should still goo it just in case." "It was hard to hear." "Pete kept singing something about Artie in a baby carriage." "Good." "Well, let's go get this medal." "Do you think he's doing this on purpose?" "No, but I think he's hiding something." "How can you tell, like, just from one interview?" "I mean, is that instinct?" "Well, instinct is just a fancy way of saying" "I've done this 10,000 times." "You don't think maybe this guy's different?" "Well, human beings are predictable and people rarely surprise you." "Turn around and put your hands in the air." "Slowly." "H.G. Wells." "Agent Bering." "Seems we're forever destined to meet at gunpoint." "Ladies, I know this is a bit awkward, but maybe we could just" "Or we could just do this." "You are going back to the Bronze Sector." "Why?" "What did I do?" "You're a killer and a thief." "Brain requires..." "Oxygen..." "To speak." "Myka." "Oh!" "I'm not a killer." "Oh, has the definition of "killer"" "changed a bunch since the 1890s?" "'Cause, H.G., you killed a guy." "James MacPherson?" "He would have quite happily killed all of you." "Why are you here?" "Did you just happen to show up?" "I'm hunting for the same artifact as you." "That's what we're looking for." "That's rather my point." "Take it." "And if you didn't believe me just a little, you'd have shot me by now." "The Coach." "He can't find us here." "He can't find you in here." "He hasn't met me yet." "What?" "Do not." "Don't." "No." "Is your name Coach Tappon?" "Yeah." "Oh, thank God I've found you." "She's good." "Yeah, sure, in an obvious kind of way." "Worked on Pete in London." "Well, that's not exactly scaling Mt." "Everest, is it?" "Come on, let's call Artie." "An appendectomy?" "Are you-- yeah, forget-- I'm fine." "Just tell me exactly what's going on." "Room's all set." "Are you?" "Uh, as ever." "Just one second, 'cause I'm in the-- okay." "Yeah, look-- you know what?" "I got it." "Just--just take care of yourself." "Okay, thanks." "My turn." "Oh." "Don't start without me." "What?" "Nothing." "I was just wondering..." "What this..." "Was doing on your shelf." "Yeah, I'm wondering what you're doing messing around with my thing." "That's the Barnum to" "Ba-bam!" "Oh, that's right, sir." "I've been doing a little read-a-roonie of the artifact manifest." "Fascinating stuff." "Turns out P.T. Barnum used this to, and I quote, "increase the shock factor" ""in his sideshows by using it to grow human limbs and in some cases, internal organs."" "You, sir, have been growing back your appendix in an attempt to get Vanessa to visit the Warehouse!" "That's so romantic." "Are you quite finished?" "If only..." "So, "no," then." "There were some way for you to..." "Interact with Vanessa that did not involve invasive surgery." "Perhaps some kind of" "I don't know." "Social ritual." "One involving the sharing of food or the enjoying of filmed entertainment with maybe some duds that have been milked." "Ahh." "I mean a date." "I know what you mean." "Artie, you like her." "She--hey, hey, hey--likes you." "Ask the woman out." "Okay." "Artie?" "I'm sorry." "I'm gonna have to postpone the surgery." "A Regent has tungsten poisoning, of all things, and I have to leave for Budapest immediately." "Ooh, that sounds serious there." "You should go." "All right." "Yeah." "I got to make my flight arrangements." "Get out of my sight." "Don't come near me." "I'll kill you." "Really?" "Nothing?" "Nope." "The medal is not the artifact, which also means that H.G. had nothing to lose by handing it over." "Unless she didn't know either." "Oh, she knew." "I don't know what her game is, but I don't trust her." "Well, I swiped Tappon's records from the personnel office." "Last month, he moved to bayside heights." "Very schmancy and Richie Rich." "Where does a college wrestling Coach get the money to buy a house like that?" "Maybe H.G.'S paying him off." "Where would she get the money?" "Well, you accrue a lot of interest in 100 years." "I'm gonna go snoop around for a connection." "You finish interviewing the wrestling team." "Um, no, maybe I should stick to the computer stuff." "I'm really not good at the interviews, especially with, you know, people." "Mm-hmm." "Okay, so..." "Why do you say that?" "Well, I tried to be like you, you know?" "All professional and adult and that-- is really..." "Really dumb." "Is that your version of a pep talk?" "No." "We already have one me." "We don't need another me, okay?" "I want you to go in there and be more like you." "What would that get us?" "Claudia, you're the same age as these guys." "You're a peer." "You can connect with them." "Yeah, not so much." "Okay." "Okay then." "Go back to the Warehouse then." "You know, not everyone's cut out for field work." "You know, stay behind a computer forever." "Forever's kind of a long time." "I don't have time to hold your hand through this, Claude." "If you are not up for this-- well, I didn't say that." "Okay, well, let me know how it goes." "Okay, I will." "Good then." "Good." "Oh, I know what you did there." "I know." "It's 'cause you're smart." "Go." "Gar-bear, afternoon." "Let's talk." "Hey." "Irritating question girl." "We kind of already talked." "No, you already avoided telling me anything." "Now we talk." "By the way, Photoshop." "Anyway, check this." "Phillip and Teddy's deaths were not accidental." "My Intel says Coach is dirty." "Maybe even got some payola." "Thoughts?" "Stratego." "What do you know?" "Nothing." "It's just a feeling." "Spill it, hulkling." "Don't make me angry." "Coach Tappon saved us, okay?" "I mean, in a town like this, you either work at the bottling plant or you get out." "And now even the plant's about to close down." "Because of Coach, now I have options and maybe a scholarship." "I have people who did that for me too." "Gave me options." "Then you know I can't turn on him." "Yeah, but, dude..." "If something bad's happening to your friends, even by accident, don't you owe them too?" "He started acting weird after Teddy died." "Closed-door meetings, phone calls in the middle of practice." "He was acting-- guilty?" "No." "Scared." "No, it's too dangerous." "Listen to me." "They think I'm responsible." "And what if I am?" "No, I'm sorry, but I'm ending this now." "Okay, here's here we go." "What you're gonna do." "Set something up for when she gets back." "Dinner, a movie-- shh!" "Shh!" "I can't do that." "Take her for a walk." "Show her the dark vault." "Doesn't matter, okay?" "Just make a plan." "I don't know-- okay." "Then be one of those agents that's obsessed with the Warehouse." "That always works out so well." "All right." "Well, now you know you're not infected, so you should be all right till I get back, Artie." "You okay with this?" "Um..." "Have a nice flight." "Thanks." "Geez, Artie, it's not like she hasn't already seen you naked." "Thank you very much for that." "This was no accident." "It means someone else out there knows about the artifact." "Look who's here." "Keep an eye on things, Claude." "Hey!" "Our lead suspect is killed and look who shows up." "Oh, do stop it." "What motive could I have possibly had for killing those boys and a wrestling Coach?" "That's an excellent question." "Perhaps we should ask the Regents." "They did have you bronzed once." "You know as well as I, women are held to a different standard." "Something, by the way, I thought would have changed by now." "Don't you dare play that card with me." "Why not?" "Your partner died and people whispered." "If you'd been a man-- nice." "That's very clever." "You did your research." "What did you steal from the Escher Vault?" "That's what I thought." "I took back what was mine." "Oh, and what is that?" "That more cavorite?" "What are you gonna do, yank me up into the sky?" "The only power it has is over me." "It's my daughter." "Was." "My Christina." "Everything that ever mattered in my life is gone now, except the Warehouse." "Look, I know what it's like to lose someone, but" "I want to come back and work there again." "You what?" "That's why I'm doing all of this." "To prove I am still a good Agent." "Look, I'm sorry about your little girl." "I really am." "But it's not possible-- please?" "You can't-- please?" "Every day in this world is a reminder of what I've lost." "My child, my friends, my life." "I have no tether here." "The Warehouse is the only home I have now." "Ooh!" "Whoa!" "I do miss the horse and buggy days." "Progress is in many ways overrated." "Whoo!" "Ahh." "Whoo!" "A grappling hook?" "I designed it myself." "What?" "Nothing." "It's just a little old fashioned." "Well, it wasn't when I invented it." "And it seems to have saved your life." "And yet you're still wondering if I set this whole thing up just to prove my innocence." "Well, the thought did cross my mind somewhere between, "holy crap, I'm gonna die,"" "and, "oh, I'm flying!"" "And what have you concluded?" "The jury's still out." "I suppose if we work together, it may be faster." "And you could keep an eye on me." "Yes." "That thought crossed my mind too." "You coming?" "Hey, look what I found." "Tag says it reduces shyness, so I-- ah!" "Ow, ow!" "Artie!" "Pain." "Lots." "Not good." "Never hurt like this before." "Well, that's 'cause the doc always took it out." "Yeah, must still be growing." "Might keep growing till it bursts." "Ow." "You know, this is called breaking and entering these days." "It always was." "Things haven't changed much." "Oh." "Uh, why don't you take the desk?" "I'll go through the closet." "Aye, aye." "So you built that gun, huh?" "You are coveting my grappler." "Old fashioned, indeed." "Admiring maybe." "Not coveting." "My technical skill could come in very handy when I come back to work." "Why were you bronzed?" "The scales that lady justice holds are more easily tipped than one knows." "The world is never as you think it should be." "Well, it's not my decision anyway." "You know, I don't even think it's Artie's." "Of course." "No pressure." "Just making conversation." "Pointed conversation, but nevertheless-- here." "Let me do it." "Oh." "H.G., come here." "Look at these pictures." "These are all of Phillip, only he's-- quite a bit more of a roly-poly." "Look at the dates on these files." "He did this in three weeks." "Something's turning these boys into perfect specimens." "And then killing them." "Just a little farther, Artie." "To this chair." "Oh, little help here." "At some point, you people will have to realize that "Veterinarian" means "animal doctor," not humans." "Hey, I don't want to be here either, so-- look, Doc Wellins is out of town." "His appendix is about to burst, so it's either the vet or the barber." "An appendectomy?" "You do realize that most of the surgeries" "I perform are spaying and neutering?" "Okay, the barber." "The barber." "Oh!" "Look, Artie." "Please sit down." "Okay." "I mean, come on." "Help the guy out." "Hey, I can make him look like a giant walrus, if that makes it any easier." "Artie, I will help you, if only to take you out of his care." "Good idea." "Come on." "Let's go to the exam room." "Ow!" "Hey, croissant-boy, I need a prep nurse." "Get in here." "Okay, but I'm not shaving anything." "More wrestlers are getting sick." "Pretty soon the whole team's gonna end up extra crispy." "That's strange." "Why would they put a padlock on a fridge?" ""Boiling Point Energy Drink"?" "Myka, every time I saw Gary, he was chugging one of these drinks." "It's the drink." "Claudia, you have to get to Gary and warn him." "On it." "The artifact is in the drink." "So Dr. Mahoney, you created the Boiling Point formula?" "Yes, and there's nothing harmful in it." "It's vitamins, caffeine, amino acids." "It's like any other drink on the market except that ours is specially formulated to accelerate muscle growth." "It helps people." "You're testing it on the wrestling team at Tamalpais." "There are laws against that." "Nonsense!" "It was a focus group." "The kids were getting faster, stronger-- and combustible." "Boiling Point financially supports the team and you paid Coach Tappon to get them to drink it." "That wasn't my idea!" "It was mine." "Jeff Russell." "Welcome, ladies." "Gerald, they're looking for you in the lab." "Great." "On campus, you pulled Coach Tappon into a meeting." "Boiling Point is your company." "Founder and CEO, miss?" "Agent Bering, Secret Service." "And you are?" "Agent Wells." "Who is also an Agent under me." "Does whatever I say." "Lots of companies support school teams and we owe a lot to this town." "And for me, it was personal." "You were on the wrestling team?" "Coach Tappon helped to focus my life." "I wanted to give something back." "So what?" "So people died." "Coach Tappon died." "And I'm sad about that." "But I'm still waiting to hear your proof that my drink was responsible." "Or you could come with me and I can prove to you that it's completely harmless." "Might be a trap." "Usually is." "Here's my impression of Pete at the sight of blood." "No, no, no, no, no." "Yes." "I never sounded like-- okay, that's fairly accurate." "Just 'cause I was worried about him." "Oh, right, right." "It's sweet." "A little girly, but sweet." "Girly." "Artie, we thought you would recuperate better here, but you got to promise that you're gonna try to get some rest." "Great." "Artie loves resting." "Oh, and he will, because I'm putting you in charge." "If he's not up on his feet in a couple of days," "I'm coming after you." "You're in charge?" "That's right, old boy." "I'll go get you some soup." "Okay." "You should ask her out." "Me ask her out?" "Yeah." "Right." "Or be one of those agents obsessed with the Warehouse." "That always works out so well." "You weren't talking to me." "Oh, no?" "No." "Oh, well, who was I talking to?" "I don't know." "Let's just see." "When I died in the tunnel, didn't you think for just an instant, "poor Artie." "He gave his life to this place and he died alone"?" "Hmm?" "And since then, I see what's been happening to you." "What happening?" "No happening." "I think you're worried that you caught a glimpse into your own future." "Oh, those painkillers are making you loopy, old boy." "Oh, no, I'm not on any painkillers." "And then your stuff didn't come from home, so you feel uprooted and last week, you imagined reconnecting to an old girlfriend." "In my defense, I do have a lot of those dreams." "Yeah." "You don't have to miss out on having a real life like I did." "I'd be honored to have a life like yours." "I'd be honored if you'd try for a little more." "Dude, you look like Bantha poodoo." "Well, as you can see, I feel fantastic." "Spread the word to your teammates." "Stop drinking those dumb energy drinks." "And I need your help." "Why?" "What's wrong with-- no, just trust me." "The bottling plant, you said it was closing down." "Why?" "I don't know." "It's some kind of deal to sell it off or something." "Talk to me more about that." "I found some tea." "Why don't you people have soup?" "I mean, everybody has soup." "We're weird." "Surgery was fun, huh?" "You got some moves with that knife." "Hey." "Want to get dinner?" "Or coffee." "Pastries." "The hardware store has a candy aisle." "We're not going out." "We could stay inside." "I heard the hardware store delivers candy." "Look, my ex, it turns out he's a giant tool box and I moved to a place where I couldn't possibly meet any cute men, so-- a-ha!" "You think I'm cute." "Pete, we're not going out." "Yeah, but you think I'm cute." "As you can see, there's nothing dangerous in the drink." "Well, do you collect test samples from every batch?" "For safety purposes." "It's standard practice." "Why?" "That ladle." "Is that what your people use to collect the samples?" "I suppose." "Myka, do you know Godfrid's Spoon?" "No." "We looked for it at Warehouse 12." "Godfrid Haraldsson, a Viking Prince." "It's supposedly forged from the armor of fallen warriors." "His men would drink from it before battle." "It gave them strength." "What are you talking about?" "Mr. Russell, where did you get this ladle?" "I don't know." "It's always been here." "Myka, this plant's closing." "Production moves to Naperville, Illinois, in three weeks." "What's in Naperville, Illinois?" "Omnico Headquarters." "They're buying Boiling Point." "Beaucoup bucks for the founder." "That gives you motive to keep the deaths quiet until the deal goes through and it's not your problem anymore." "This belongs to me." "Gerald, what are you doing?" "You have no right to come in here." "That ladle touches every batch of Boiling Point." "Ruh-roh." "You don't have to answer their questions, Jeff." "Mr. Russell, does Dr. Mahoney have stake in your company's sale to Oomnico?" "Gerald's been with Boiling Point since the beginning." "Jeff-- he must have a fortune in stock options by now." "Jeff, shut up." "Gerald, for God's sakes, give them the ladle." "No." "Hey!" "Hey!" "No!" "No!" "What are you doing?" "No, Claudia!" "Grab Mahoney!" "Gerald, what have you done?" "He's about to tell us right now." "If Omnico finds out the drink is flawed, the sale doesn't go through." "What's gonna happen to her?" "The more you take in, the quicker it seems to take effect." "And it's seeping directly into her pores." "I'm afraid she's not gonna last very long." "I'm sorry." "None of this should have happened." "The deal should have gone through weeks ago, then everything just got out of hand." "You knew." "You knew what we were putting out there could-- you killed Coach Tappon." "Is it warm in here or am I wearing 38 snuggles?" "Those boys only died because they drank too much." "It was never safe." "You just thought you could get away before anyone noticed." "I didn't know how it worked." "How long does she have?" "I don't know." "I'm sorry." "Based on how quickly she's reacting," "I'd guess an hour, maybe two." "We have to act quickly." "I'm not letting anyone else get hurt by this." "What do we do?" "Amino acids." "The amino acids may have made contact with the metal and amped up the powers of the original ladle." "I did a lot of research on the subject of amino acids for Dr. Moreau." "Let me have a look." "Perhaps I can cobble together an antidote." "But that was 115 years ago." "I doubt amino acids have changed a great deal since then." "Hey!" "You're going to take Agent Wells to your lab and you are going to assist her now." "I didn't want any of this." "Then this is your lucky day, Gerald." "Because we're giving you a chance to get it all sorted." "Come on." "Okay, I need something that slows down the burning process." "I'll put something together." "Okay." "Any change?" "No, she's burning up." "I'm fighting a losing battle." "She doesn't have much time." "I hope you have something." "I hope so too." "Claudia, I'm afraid this won't taste very good." "I know one mission won't change your mind." "I'm not expecting miracles overnight." "Just keep an open mind." "Hey, you." "How do you feel?" "Did I combust?" "No." "If that guy made me combust, I'm gonna be pissed." "Oh, thank God." "Here, let's just set you up." "That's easy for u to say." "Ooh." "Okay?" "You should really thank H.G." "She" "U were being wheeled out-- okay, I don't care if I'm having a brain transplant!" "If you cross paths with H.G. Wells, you yank me out of anesthesia and you fill me in." "Is that understood?" "I'm really glad she showed up." "She saved my life." "Mine too." "Yeah, well, MacPherson saved my life countless times." "It didn't change who he was." "Is that understood?" "Yes, sir." "Crystal clear." "Ah!" "Artie, are you-- whoa, whoa." "Good work on the ladle." "Yeah, yeah." "And I think I'm gonna go to bed." "Apparently falling into a vat of bubbling poison kind of takes it out of you." "Uh, Claudia, wait." "I have something for you." "College admissions for South Dakota University." "There's some online courses in there too." "So why the parental shove?" "Well, you need a college degree to apply for the Secret Service." "Right." "Right." "Okay." "Um..." "Thanks for being so hard on me out there." "Turns out, you can take it." "So I'm gonna go back to the Warehouse." "Do you want to come?" "No, no, no." "I, uh--I got a date with..." "Kelly possibly." "Yeah." "Oh, I thought she turned you down." "Oh, no, no, no." "She did." "She did." "I just figured, you know, sometimes people can surprise you." "Yeah, I guess sometimes they do." "♪ ♪" "You should be resting." "This is resting for me." "Okay, I rush all the way back to remove an appendix from my favorite patient, but apparently he did start without me." "Mmm, yeah, and I'm taking a long time to recover without you too." "Not if you work your meridians." "I know." "I'll tap all of the meridians and even the ticklish ones." "You can have the next one." "I promise." "Oh, thank you." "That's" "I'm honored." "Well, until next year then." "Vanessa?" "I've been thinking that, uh, you know, sometimes..." "I can be kind of obnoxious in a really fun and entertaining way and since it's already come up, you did mention that I was cute." "Although now that I think about it, bunny rabbits and kittens are cute, so maybe it wasn't he compliment that I thought it was." "Look, I'm just heading into town." "Do you want to come with me for a little walk or a sit?" "Yeah, I'd like that." "Good." "But I'll drive." "Yeah, you better." "But here's the thing." "I like you when you're not being really unnecessarily mean to me." "And I need to eat, you know, and I figured, I don't know, your species probably occasionally eats too." "So maybe the two of us could sit down at the same table together and both eat." "Fine." "Eating at the same table..." "But nothing more and don't get any ideas." "I almost never do." "Chinese place on main and we're going dutch." "Couldn't we go to the Dutch place on Fifth and go Chinese?" "Come on, slappy, before I change my mind." "Hey, so when you said I was cute, did you mean, like, kitten, bunny rabbits cute or"