"MYKA:" "What kind of artifact could cause a gas explosion?" "PETE:" "I thought we were gonna get a break." "Did you ask Artie?" "Yeah." "He laughed for about five minutes." "(LAUGHS) I guess that's an answer." "You know, I'm not asking for two weeks in Tahiti, you know?" "I just want a couple days to get out of Podunk, Dakota, and go someplace that serves martinis." "Well, you are looking pretty ragged." "You got those bags under your eyes and..." "What?" "I'm supporting you, here." "It's very helpful." "Thanks." "Ow!" "MYKA:" "Secret Service." "That's a big-ass generator, huh?" "Mmm-hmm." "PETE:" "I count six body bags." "Excuse me, can I see this body, please?" "Oh, God." "Kentucky Fried, extra crispy." "Thank you." "Can I help you?" "Hi." "I'm Agent Bering." "This is Agent Lattimer." "Captain Powell." "Secret Service?" "What went down here last night?" "An underground gas main ruptured." "It ignited." "City engineers are checking to see if it's safe to go down there." "Until then, that's all I know." "Thanks for stopping by." "Hmm." "I think I have more questions." "You?" "Let's go meet the engineer." "Let's." "You get through?" "Hello?" "Hey." "It's us again." "Look, General, I'm going to need a list of all the casualties and a list of all the witnesses to the accident." "Well, it's pretty much the same list." "Half a dozen suspects haven't even been processed yet." "All right?" "We're still trying to confirm the IDs." "And I wasn't here, but a desk sergeant and a duty officer got knocked out by the blast." "One's comatose and the other one's in surgery." "I'm sorry to hear that." "Good." "So maybe now you'll let me get to the ton of paperwork I have ahead of me." "Hey." "So, what do you think?" "Is it safe to go down there?" "Yeah." "There's not much to see, but it appears to be structurally sound." "Mmm." "It's dark." "Thanks." "Okay." "PETE:" "So, this must have been a cellar they sealed up when they built the police station." "MYKA:" "Uh-huh." "Huh." "You got a vibe?" "No." "Something else happened." "Check this out." "The explosion must have blown this door open." "Pete?" "(GASPS)" "Wow." "I guess he's been down here quite a while." "Yeah." "Secret Service." "Myka." "Uh-huh?" "This guy was a Warehouse agent." "MYKA:" "Look, he has a Secret Service star, but his ID and his credentials are dust." "I'm sending for the body right now, okay?" "And meanwhile, what I want you to do is I want you to get me pictures." "Meanwhile, I am going to find who this agent is." "I'll ID him and I will find out, if I can, what mission he was on." "It looks like the blast opened up the wall, and somehow, people were fried." "I mean, could an artifact cause an explosion like that?" "Or did the explosion release the artifact and then burn everybody up?" "Well, that is a very good question, Pete, very good question." "That's exactly what you have to figure out." "Bye." "How the hell?" "How the hell am I going to figure out who that mysterious agent is?" "Unfortunately, the Warehouse filing system never quite caught up to the computer age." "Like your wardrobe." "Yeah, could..." "What?" "These are earth tones." "They never go out of style." "The files on all the Warehouse agents for the last 200 years, give or take." "And missing agents, too, somewhere." "Excellent." "You can teach me about scrapbooking." "Yeah." "Okay, I'll call you if I need you." "All right, all right, I've got my own stuff." "Besides, I'm allergic to old." "(BEEPING)" "Hey, Myka just sent pics from the scene!" "ARTIE:" "Yeah, no, we're getting the actual body later today, so we don't need that digital crap." "Digital's just as good, Artie." "No, you know what?" "Welcome to the new millennium." "Pixels will never replace the real thing." "Pixels, you know what they are?" "They're just..." "Look, they're a start, but they're..." "God, they're a really small start." "But they don't have to be." "What?" "They can be so much more." "I've been working on something, okay?" "I really want to show you." "No, I really, really don't need any kind of newfangled..." "Chill." "This is totally old-fangled." "Check it out." "What..." "What..." "What is..." "Is that..." "Is part of that a Bell + Howell Spectroscope?" "Surprise." "I repurposed it." "What?" "Without asking me?" "What?" "It's just a hologram projector." "It's perfectly safe." "Now behold..." "No." "No." "I don't need to behold." "Can we behold a whole other time?" "See, I've composited all of Myka's pictures, and..." "Wait." "No." "No, no, hold on." "No, I know this works." "Yeah." "I'm sure it's fabulous." "Can we just do this at a more appropriate..." "Percussive maintenance." "Wait, it gets better." "What did you..." "What did you do?" "CLAUDIA:" "I upgraded the whole megillah." "Strung together a bunch of Haswells on a Cray XT backbone I found in the Warehouse." "I mean, I guess keeping me around here wasn't the worst idea you ever had." "What is that?" "Is that a tattoo on what's left of his skin there?" "Could be." "Can you zoom in a little?" "Okay." "Yeah." "Yeah, I can't..." "I can't..." "Could you digitally reconstruct that?" "Couldn't any genius whiz kid?" "Okay, you do that." "I'll be in the records room." ""Really brilliant job, Claudia." "Love the initiative."" ""Oh, thank you." "Thanks, Artie."" "So, nothing on the tapes, like I said." "You know, I'm really enjoying our time together." "These are the personal effects from the suspects who died in the accident, right?" "Yeah." "And processing them has a very low priority right now." "Yeah, but whoever started the job put out seven trays." "Yeah?" "There were only six bodies." "Son of a bitch." "Son of a bitch." "Everybody, drop what you're doing right now." "Which means we might have a survivor or a witness." "Or a guy with an artifact that fries people." "Reggie Hinton, where are you now?" "(BREATHING HEAVILY)" "(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)" "(LAUGHING)" "Look, buddy, give me some of that." "Reggie?" "Shut up." "We gotta get out of here, y'all." "Now." "He's coming after us, all of us." "Who is?" "Just come on, y'all." "We gotta get out of here, now." "Reggie!" "Wait, Reggie!" "Let's go." "DONNY:" "Reggie, who is this guy?" "REGGIE:" "It's him!" "(ALL SCREAMING)" "MYKA:" "It's consistent with a fast, hot fire." "The same as the bodies in the station." "Except this time, no gas leak." "Looks like they were microwaved." "POWELL:" "We ID'd this one as Reggie Hinton, your suspect." "What killed these guys?" "Why is this not..." "CLAUDIA:" "Okay, it's an eagle." "ARTIE:" "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." "(FARNSWORTH RINGING) I mean, there's only like a dozen or so agents that were former Marines." "So, you know, we can..." "Yeah." "There are more bodies." "They're burned to a crisp again, but there's still no sign of an actual fire." "No fire?" "Wait a minute." "No fire." "Okay, so, there was..." "There was some Babylonian battery." "It was unearthed and then lost again in 1952 in Texas, not Missouri." "But there was also a rumor that Edward Teller was working on a micro-fission thing, but I don't think that that..." "Well, here's a wrinkle." "There's a handprint on the bodies." "It's the only part not burned, and our only suspect was one of the victims." "It was like he was, I don't know, followed from the police station, Artie." "No, no, no." "Not like he was followed." "He was chased." "I don't think that these deaths are random." "So, maybe somebody at the station last night found the artifact, whatever it is, and used it to settle some old scores." "Yeah, okay, you know what?" "You trace the victims, you see if they've got any enemies, then maybe you can get ahead of this guy before he settles more scores." "Okay?" "Bye." "Yeah." "If that's what it was, which I doubt, you know." "Would it have killed you to leave a note?" "Captain Powell." "Yes?" "Did you know that every one of these burn victims were members of the same gang?" "And they were brought in the other night after an altercation with a rival gang." "I mean, could this be payback?" "That's just what we need, a turf war with a new kind of weapon in play." "Okay, we're gonna need names, addresses, whatever you've got." "The head of our gang unit, Sergeant Clark, is out on leave." "As soon as I get in touch with him," "I will put him through to you." "PETE:" "And this is Clark, huh?" "Until then, this is his latest stuff." "Will you need a blue-and-white escort?" "No, no, we can handle it." "Good. 'Cause I really can't spare one." "I think he's starting to warm up to us, you know, a little." "I can't..." "It's not..." "Your uncle staying the weekend or just the night?" "(CHUCKLES) Yeah, he just arrived." "This is actually the missing agent." "It's a little bit better than a hologram or pixel, isn't it?" "If you're into that kind of thing." "Yeah, well, you know, I'm trying to scan it with this dingus you made, and I can't connect it..." "Hold on." "May I?" "Seriously." "Yeah, well." "Just do that, but go slower." "All right." "Wow me with your 3D." "Hey, I don't appreciate the tone, young man." "Yeah." "A little speed would be good." "People are actually dying." "Yeah." "Go." "Nice." "Okay?" "This is what I'm saying." "Wow." "Okay." "So..." "He's kind of cute for an old-timey guy." "Okay." "Okay." "No." "No." "No." "No." "Welcome back to the Warehouse, Jack Secord." "Joined the Marines in '48, recruited to the Warehouse in '55." "Last known location, Minneapolis." "That's a long way from St. Louis, Louis." "Five, four, eight, four." "Here, put these on." "What are we, going into surgery?" "Just do as you're told, please." "CLAUDIA:" "Okay." "(RUMBLING)" "Oh, Jack Secord, living quarters, personal effects, sealed 6l22l62." "Holy Bed  Breakfast, Batman." "This is Leena's." "No, no." "This is the Warehouse, but yes, it is Room 5 of the Bed  Breakfast, but still the Warehouse." "See, whenever a Warehouse agent, if he disappears or if he dies..." "Hey, are you listening to me?" "Yeah." "If he dies mysteriously, then, you know, living quarters, personal effects, they're collected, they're preserved right here." "So he smoked." "A lot." "Hey, it was the '60s." "Everybody smoked." "What's this?" "What's what?" ""I'll be in town in a few days." "Until then..."" "Are there envelopes?" "No." "So, there's no addresses?" "No." "Maybe he thought somebody was reading his mail." "Well, you know, it was the Cold War, probably somebody was reading his mail, but girlfriends weren't against the rules, unless..." "Wait, girlfriends?" "Yeah." "It's female writing." "See?" "You can still smell the perfume." "Oh." "So, was that like an old-school booty call?" "Yeah, before there was texting, grasshopper, there was a time when people actually did put pen to..." "You know what?" "That's the ticket." "Here, you know, it's not what he got, it's what he actually wrote." "The indentations left behind." "Oh, sweet." "Yeah, product of a misspent youth." "And that is..." "Rebecca." "And where do you live, Rebecca?" "Is that St. Louis?" "Yeah." "St. Louis." "Well, what do you know, Jack Secord?" "You actually did leave a note." "Rad." "(DOORBELL RINGING)" "Rebecca Saint Clair?" "I'm Agent Lattimer." "This is Agent Bering." "We're with the Secret Service." "Oh, my." "How can I help you?" "Would you mind if we came inside?" "Well, sure." "Thank you." "Ma'am, we're just in the middle of an investigation, and a body was found today." "A body?" "Yes." "In the personal effects of the deceased was this address." "Oh, my God." "You found Jack." "PETE:" "So, you knew him?" "Jack Secord, yes." "I knew him quite well." "Where did you find him?" "PETE:" "Well, he was..." "He was sealed up underground." "MYKA:" "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." "(CLEARS THROAT) We're really not at liberty to say, but if you have anything, if you know anything, no matter how seemingly insignificant, it would be very helpful." "Would you like some tea and cookies?" "No." "Yes, please." "(STUTTERS) Yeah..." "I..." "Yeah..." "I just..." "I love cookies." "He does." "Let me put on a kettle." "Okay." "Thank you." "Thank you." "Thank you." "What are you doing?" "Establishing a rapport, you know, making her feel comfortable." "I think she knows something." "(GROWLING)" "Is that a vibe or do I hear your stomach growling?" "I haven't eaten since last night, okay?" "Unbelievable." "Unbelievable." "Those look great." "Thank you." "The tea will be here in a minute." "Thank you." "(CELL PHONE RINGING) I'd just like to ask you, when his body was found, was there anything strange about..." "Agent Bering." "PETE:" "Good cookie." "What?" "When?" "What's the address?" "Thank you." "Pete." "It happened again." "Same condition?" "Uh-huh." "Okay." "I'm sorry, ma'am, but we've got to go." "Thank you so much for everything." "I'm sorry." "Just..." "I won't..." "MYKA:" "Pete, don't take them all." "Okay." "That one is..." "Have more people been electrocuted?" "Listen, we're very sorry, but we really can't talk about it." "Thank you." "PETE:" "Thank you." "BOY:" "Let go of me." "OFFICER:" "Take it easy, kid." "Don't touch me, you stupid pig." "Stop." "Take it easy." "Watch yourself." "Just don't kill me." "Okay, look, we're not here to hurt you, okay?" "We just want to ask you a few questions." "No." "The cops that killed him are going to kill me, too." "What do you mean, "like him"?" "Like who?" "The killer guy." "Are you saying a cop did this?" "Five-0 walked right up and started burning people." "I was just over there." "I don't know, it was crazy." "What's going on?" "Who's this?" "Some witness." "He says a cop did this." "Yeah?" "They never say that." "He's probably covering for a gang he wants to join." "Hey, get the hell out of here." "Look, have all of your officers checked in after the explosion?" "No." "But only Clark is out, the head of the gang unit." "Why?" "Because he needed to decompress." "He lost his temper in an interrogation." "So, these bodies, these gang members, fall under his jurisdiction?" "Well, of course." "But like I said..." "He's on RR." "Right." "He's on RR." "Right." "Could we get his address?" "We could use his expertise." "Give me a second." "So, the volatile lead of the gang unit is on mandated leave." "While gang members get mysteriously killed by what looks to be a cop." "What do you think?" "Two plus two equals four?" "Have you ever stopped by the office on your day off?" "No, but I'm sure you have." "Hmm." "Sergeant Clark and I call it dedication." "(ELECTRICITY BUZZING)" "(MAN GROANING)" "PETE:" "You hear that?" "Look at that." "Sergeant Clark, federal agents!" "Open up!" "One, two, three, go!" "PETE:" "Sergeant Clark!" "Hey, hey, hey, Clark!" "MYKA:" "Oh, my God, what is that?" "Clark, no!" "Come on." "PETE:" "He went down here!" "There!" "He's dead." "Help me." "That thing, it's gone." "(SIGHS)" "Go!" "(SIREN WAILING)" "Okay, just tell me that Clark's body is on the way to me right now." "No." "Powell took it." "For God's sakes." "You know, I just don't have time to play bureaucracy games to get it back." "Well, I sent you a bunch of pictures that Claudia asked for." "Yeah, great, pictures." "Got them." "There was something on his back, Artie." "Some kind of a nasty metallic lobster-Iooking thingy, and it's gone now." "Okay, so, maybe, you know, if we find out what that thingy was, then we can track where it went." "And you say that it also leaves a body when the body dies, maybe." "Okay, that's a good start." "Please, tell me that you have something else." "Well, it looked like it was fused to his back." "Okay." "Hold on, hold on, hold on." "I got an idea." "Yes, let's do it right now." "Now." "Come on." "Come on." "Right." "Right away." "Just do it." "One, two, three." "(EXCLAIMS IN DISGUST) Go do your thing." "Do your thing." "All right, talk to me." "It gave off arcs of electricity." "It must be how he burned those people." "You got it?" "Yeah." "Yeah, yeah, yeah." "All right." "So, the electricity, did it emanate from Clark or from the artifact?" "Both." "Okay, you know what?" "So that just eliminates our last possibility." "All right." "Just..." "Did it have buttons?" "Did it have wires?" "Did it have an antenna?" "Hey, Artie." "Yeah?" "Digital rendering shows Jack had something on his back, too." "Okay, just..." "All right, can you guys hear me?" "MYKA:" "Yeah." "PETE:" "Yeah." "Okay." "Attached to the vertebra at T2, 4, 7 and 9 and accesses the spinal cord, I think." "I can't really tell." "Listen to me." "Jack Secord, when he died, did not just have this artifact with him, he had it on him." "I mean, this thing was like some kind of a..." "It's like a parasite." "Well, dude, Ripley's Believe It or Not, same markings on Clark's back." "ARTIE:" "All right, did you get that?" "Clark's back, too." "PETE:" "So, what powers it, Artie?" "I mean, it must be drawing electricity from somewhere to electrocute people the way it did." "Yeah, okay, I'll just add that to our already-huge list of questions." "Thank you." "All right." "Goodbye." "What?" "Why are you making that face?" "What?" "You got something?" "Electrocution." "That's the word Rebecca used, but we didn't know it did that yet." "We hadn't figured it out." "Oh!" "Mmm-hmm." "I see more cookies in my future." "Of course you do." "I don't know what you're talking about." "You asked if there were any more electrocutions." "What exactly did you mean by that?" "I heard it on the news." "No." "It was never mentioned in the news." "Ma'am, you know more than you're saying." "Okay." "Let's cut to the chase, shall we?" "You didn't come in from D.C." "The unexplained electrocutions raised a flag." "You found Jack, and you finally figured out there was an artifact." "You're from South Dakota, right?" "(SIGHS)" "This artifact that Jack was hunting for before he disappeared, it's active again." "Am I correct?" "You weren't just his girlfriend." "You're a Warehouse agent." "Welcome to the conversation." "Okay." "Come here." "I mean, this is it." "Ew." "Oh, that's definitely a nasty lobster-Iooking thing." "And what is..." "It's electrocution, right?" "Yeah." "Yeah." "Wait." "What was that writing?" "This one." "Okay." "See, this..." "This writing is very old." "I have no idea what that writing is." "You want me to, you know, scan it in?" "Do my thing?" "You go, girl." "Don't." "Sorry." "Yeah." "Okay." "Yeah." "Wrong." "You left before I could be certain you were Warehouse." "I wanted to share this with you, what I dug up back then." "What I think Jack was following." "There'd been several unexplained deaths, burned bodies." "It started at a museum shortly after an 11th-century exhibit passed through." "I couldn't find a connection." "But Jack had vibes about these things." "Very annoying." "He must have started to investigate, and then..." "Then he just disappeared." "I always knew if we didn't quit, one of us, one day, would lose the other." "But, for Jack, the Warehouse was his first love." "Till death do them part." "I scoured the crime scenes, but I never found any answers." "You never went back to the Warehouse?" "I couldn't do that." "Changed my last name, just disappeared." "I stayed in St. Louis, hoping to find him one day, maybe lost, confused." "Eventually, my life was here." "Myka, does this look familiar to you?" "That's what we saw on Clark's back." "That's the device." "REBECCA:" "That's Jack's handwriting." "Jack knew what he was looking for." "(FARNSWORTH RINGING)" "Are you still using that old thing?" "(LAUGHS) Yeah, right?" "Okay, can you see this?" "This is what you're looking for." "It's called the Spine of the Saracen." "Okay." "Great." "So it has a name." "What is a Saracen?" "Saracen's a Turk." "Now listen, there's a legend that during the first Crusade the Turks had this elite warrior-cult." "And these warriors were rumored to be unstoppable, for some reason, in the field of battle." "What I'm thinking is that this Spine, can you see this?" "The Spine was specifically designed as a weapon for these warriors." "Eleventh century, it's the same as the museum exhibit." "What exhibit?" "Well, we found pictures, too." "Something happened at a museum exhibit that Jack Secord stumbled on." "Rebecca showed us this." "So, maybe this thing was sealed and it got out somehow." "Okay, so, if we find it, how can we stop it?" "Yeah, okay." "Well, I'm deciphering the text right now." "It's a little difficult, but I'm trying." "It's the words under this drawing and, loosely translated, it says, "The Spine requires a lifetime commitment."" "Oh, yeah, I had a girlfriend like that once." "(LAUGHS)" "So, this thing must get its power from somewhere, right?" "So, if we shut down its source, can we stop it?" "Yeah." "Well, you know, when I figure it out, you know what?" "You'll be the second to know." "So this Spine, you know, it's probably still at Clark's apartment." "So we should get there before somebody else finds it." "Now, Jack was a very good agent, the best." "You be careful." "Yeah, we will." "Okay, so the last time we saw Clark alive, he ran into this alley." "So we should start here?" "Well, unless you want to look under the arch." "(GUNSHOT)" "WOMAN:" "No!" "No!" "What is that?" "Help me!" "Help me!" "Hey!" "Hold it!" "Hey, hey, hey, hold it, hold it, hold it!" "He's trying to kill me!" "Bring the gun here!" "I shot him!" "I shot him in the chest and he just kept coming at me." "Who're you talking about?" "He's... (GRUNTING)" "Okay, now would be a good time to take the shot." "Okay, that didn't work." "Pete!" "No, but the good news is we pissed him off!" "Okay, stop it." "We're on your side!" "Please, help me!" "Please, help me!" "(GASPING)" "Vince!" "What happened?" "Is he..." "He's gone." "He was my ex-husband." "There was a restraining order, but I've never seen him..." "Wait, it's gone." "(WOMAN EXCLAIMS) MYKA:" "But how?" "Ma'am, get out of the area now!" "Now!" "Pete!" "Do you see it?" "No." "Do you?" "No." "(BREATHING HEAVILY)" "(RUSTLING)" "Look out!" "(SCREAMS)" "Pete!" "Pete!" "Pete!" "Oh, my God!" "Pete, don't move!" "I'm okay." "Okay, just let me call Artie!" "All right?" "Just let me..." "No, stay away." "I don't want to hurt you!" "(SCREAMS)" "POWELL:" "Agent Bering?" "Agent Bering?" "Agent Bering?" "Are you okay?" "Where's Pete?" "I don't know." "He's not here." "What happened?" "Same thing that happened to Clark and Jack, it's happening to Pete." "I have to go find him." "Hang on a second." "You were knocked out." "We need to call an ambulance." "I'm fine, okay?" "Just excuse me." "I have to go." "The Spine was designed for one thing." "It turns a person into a killing machine." "It's a warrior-maker." "It uses the body like a big battery, heightening and redirecting the host's natural electrical impulses." "Yeah." "It's like ancient PCP." "It jacks up your adrenaline and testosterone, so on a scale of one to 10, you're about a 25." "ARTIE:" "Until the battery is drained." "Then the bars retract." "It lies dormant, just waiting for the next nearest living host to latch onto." "Artie, the Spine is on Pete." "Okay, where is he right now?" "I don't know." "Just tell me that you can remove it." "ARTIE:" "We will." "We will." "Just..." "There's a way." "There's always a way, Myka." "Artie, listen to me, I can't..." "I will not lose another partner." "The look in Pete's eyes, Artie, he looked..." "I've never seen him so angry." "That's not Pete." "That's the artifact." "It's just..." "It feeds on aggression." "It makes you go after what you hate, right?" "Clark went after the gangs and the last victim went after his ex-wife." "A warrior that's been programmed to kill his enemies." "Jack fought it." "He fought his feelings long enough so that he could seal himself up and not hurt anyone." "What are you saying, Myka?" "You think Pete is going to do exactly the same thing?" "I don't know." "Artie, what do I do when I find him?" "What have you got, Claudia?" "Just tell me anything you've got." "Okay, hold up." "So, when this thing was built, electricity didn't exist yet, right?" "Right." "So it zapped people, but what would happen if it got zapped?" "I mean, that's what the bolt of lightning was in the picture that they found." "Remember, Jack wrote," ""Hand of God." "Hand of God."" "Maybe that's what shuts down the Spine, a bolt of lightning." "Bolt of lightning." "Overwhelming the spine's receptors might make it automatically detach." "That's not bad." "Just turn the Tesla's power to full." "No." "Artie, look, we already tried that." "All right, listen." "Myka, find Pete." "Your Tesla's not strong enough, so you'll have to find a powerful electrical source, somehow, somewhere." "REBECCA:" "He's going to take a bullet." "What?" "That's what we're trained to do, isn't it?" "Every Secret Service agent will take a bullet for the President, for his country." "That's what Jack did." "He sacrificed himself." "That's what Pete's going to do now." "No." "Because Pete knows that the Spine will just latch onto another person." "Then he's going to make sure." "That's what Jack did." "(KNOCK AT WINDOW)" "Agent Bering, your partner, Lattimer, two of my men just saw him headed back to the station house." "What?" "Why would he..." "The generators." "He's found his bolt of lightning." "(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON RADIO)" "(SIREN WAILING)" "Lattimer." "Lattimer!" "Stop!" "Get out!" "Captain, wait!" "Wait!" "Look, it channels anger, okay?" "You have to go outside." "Please, just go." "Pete, it's going to be okay." "Okay?" "Artie can fix this." "The Spine requires a lifetime commitment." "You can't help me." "Yes, I can." "Okay?" "You just have to..." "No!" "I can feel it!" "This thing is stronger than I am." "I don't think I can fight it much longer." "Yes, you can." "Yes, you can!" "Okay, we can find a solution." "We can lock you up until we find an answer." "Like Jack?" "Buried for all those years to have that thing come back to life?" "No!" "It's gotta end here." "I have to die." "And I have to take the Spine with me." "You understand, right?" "Pete..." "Take these and clamp them to the Spine." "(CRYING) I tried, but I can't reach." "If I miss, I'll just kill myself and it'll attach to its next victim, Myka." "You've got to do this." "(CRYING) Pete, I can't." "Please!" "Please." "(SCREAMING)" "(GROANING)" "Pete, listen to me." "Pete!" "You will come back." "Do you hear me?" "You will." "Do it." "(SCREAMING)" "(PANTING)" "Come on, Pete." "Don't leave." "Come on, Pete." "Come on!" "Don't leave!" "(GASPS)" "Oh, God!" "(GASPING HEAVILY)" "Are you okay?" "(LAUGHS) Yeah." "I'm okay." "God!" "PETE: (SIGHS) Man, this trip really killed me." "Could you not..." "Could you stop that, please?" "Seriously, I am totally dead." "Yeah, I'm surprised to see you alive." "Don't..." "Don't encourage him." "I have but one life to live for my..." "Oh, no, wait." "All right, you know how I felt when you were actually close to..." "Artie?" "So, when you..." "Oh." "This is Rebecca." "Right, right." "Wow." "This is quite an honor." "Hello, I'm Artie." "Hello." "Absolutely." "I can take care of that." "(RATTLING)" "Place hasn't changed very much." "Yeah..." "I'm working on that." "Claudia Donovan, Warehouse 13, next generation." "Thank you very much, Claudia." "Thanks." "Oh, I..." "Well..." "Okay." "Thank you." "So..." "I was wondering..." "We could always use an extra pair of hands." ""Use," that's the perfect word." "Like I said, this place hasn't changed very much." "And it never will." "It hates to let go of anything." "Thank you, but no, thank you." "I came here to complete Jack's mission." "Now, I'm going home." "(CLAUDIA CLEARS THROAT) I understand." "Oh, right." "Rebecca, there is one last thing that you might be interested in seeing." "Just like he left it." "His lucky lighter." "Oh." "Rebecca, there's something in here, in Jack's desk that Claudia found that obviously belongs to you, so..." "(SIGHS)" ""Rebecca and Jack." ""Together forever."" "Yeah, I'm going to give you a minute here." "I guess Jack chose you over the Warehouse after all." "Get out of here, while you have time." "While you still have a life left to live." "This place, it's like the Spine." "It'll use you up."