Male announcer: Previously on Warehouse 13...
- Claudia Donovan,
Warehouse 13: Next generation.
- Don't you want to be with people your own age?
- Artie, I'm at my own age.
This place is my home.
- MacPherson's headed east on st. Catherine!
- What do you want?
- I want what you risked your lives to get.
- I can get MacPherson again.
- I don't doubt it.
- You came after family.
- Arthur started it.
- What is that supposed to mean?
- Ask him.
[sirens wailing, horn honks]
- Don't quote Warehouse dogma to me, arthur!
A woman's life is at stake.
- Many people's lives are at stake!
And you made an oath.
- I love her. I will save her.
You love her. I know that you love her too.
- Then you know how agonizing this is for me.
- You can save her life!
What about the consequences?
She lives, other people die!
You want that on your head?
You can't play god!
- Well, neither can you.
Neither you nor physics nor the regents.
They sit in there, arthur, and they hoard the things
That can save the world.
We help them. Well, not anymore.
I'm finished with it.
Now, give me that!
- No. No!
I can't. - Arthur...
- Unh...
- Arthur.
[power surging]
[crashing]
- Five firemen died that night.
Only the woman survived.
- Who was she?
- Carol augustine.
She lives in d.C. Now, alone, as far as we know.
- And she was MacPherson's wife? - Yes.
- Did they ever nail the murdering son of a--
- MacPherson was given five consecutive life sentences
And banished from the Warehouse.
- So obviously MacPherson escaped.
- After serving two years in confinement,
There was an unexplained explosion in the prison.
Dozens were killed.
We were told that MacPherson was among them.
We were misinformed.
- Then he shows up at the japanese embassy in d.C.
- We've had carol under surveillance ever since.
- I've been monitoring the d.C. Operation,
And he hasn't made any contact.
- No, he went after my family instead.
I can understand why Artie's obsessed with him.
- Well, this guy has no trouble killing anybody, does he?
- As you go after him, you'd do well to remember that.
- So how do you banish somebody from the Warehouse anyway?
It's sounds very romeo & juliet.
- No, no, no, there's nothing romantic about it.
The walls of this Warehouse are infused
With this very rare mineral called painite.
And before MacPherson was incarcerated,
He was permanently injected with a substance
That reacts violently when in proximity
Of this painite.
- Violently? - Mm-hmm.
- Could you be a tad more specific with your modifiers?
- I could.
If MacPherson ran through this Warehouse,
Then his blood would turn acidic
And immediately eat through his own veins.
- Dude... - Indeed.
- Whoa.
- Where are you, by the way?
- Already through the middle east,
Heading into north africa-- I'll find him.
- Yeah? - It's what I does.
- Well, you may have met your match
When it comes to hacking through what MacPherson--
- Oh, yes. Who da best?
- You got a nibble? - A chomp.
- What? - Edgar allen poe's pen.
For sale. - No.
- Uh-huh. Let me see. Excuse me.
"to view the rest of this elite collection..."
Collection?
Why would he be selling artifacts if--
- Don't--don't click that!
[computer powers down]
[sinister laughter]
Um, I always run a virus scan before I enter an unknown site.
- That's a good idea. - So yeah...
Oh, no. No, no, no, no, no.
You do not shut down the claudiometer.
- I'm terribly, terribly sorry.
- Life in the cyberworld, bro.
Gonna need a sec.
- You know, you could try--
- Touch it and die.
- Thank you for waiting, sir.
Mr. Freitag, I feel that this
May be of particular interest to you.
- What, exactly, does this do, mr. MacPherson?
- Run your fingers along the rim.
[piercing tone] - Oh, god!
[men groaning]
- Consider it a gift.
A taste of things to come.
- Mr. MacPherson, what other artifacts
Will be for sale?
- Mr. Pak, already greedy for more I see.
Well, I am in the process of collecting others as we speak.
But in the meantime, behold the phoenix.
- This is the reason why we are here in my factory--
This demonstration?
- Very perceptive, mr. Freitag.
Yes, I didn't think that cautious gentlemen,
Such as yourselves, would want to spend this kind of money
On hearsay or legend.
- You would be correct.
- Carson, would you just hold this for a moment?
Thank you.
- What are you doing, man? - Wait! Stop!
- He'll die in there.
- Patient! Patience.
Patience.
[banging on furnace door]
[chuckles] Yes. There.
As you see, in the right hands,
This can be uniquely useful.
[men coughing]
- What is it? What's wrong with them?
- Cause and effect, gentlemen. Cause and effect.
Even anomalies are bound by their own laws of nature.
Insignificant collateral damage.
But appropriate for a demonstration.
- Mr. MacPherson, make it stop.
- It cannot be stopped.
For every life the phoenix saves, others will be lost.
Those who touch the phoenix, they will be spared.
But others are less fortunate.
- You dare to do this in my factory?
- A demonstration, mr. Freitag.
If you haven't the stomach for it,
Perhaps the phoenix is not for you.
Gentlemen...
Can you imagine this tool in the hands
Of one of your patriots?
The commitment of a suicide bomber
Who never, ever dies.
- I managed to crash the computer system,
So I'm sorry,
Till we're up and running, deaf, dumb, and blind.
- Don't worry, I'll get us back online.
A girl loves a challenge. - Oh, that's just great.
The fate of the Warehouse in the hands
Of a 16-year-old kid. Perfect.
- Okay, 19. 19. and the same kid who found you
And hacked into super secretville once already.
Okay? A little faith, please.
- Why is he selling the pen?
I mean, god knows what else he's got.
What is he up to?
- Okay, let's go over what we don't know.
- That could take weeks. - Months.
- Years. - Hmm.
Look, Artie, you must have forgotten something.
You know MacPherson better than anybody.
There must be some small detail that you've overlooked.
- Yeah, something insignificant.
A contact he might have used.
A favorite place. A relative.
- Just...You two are what, interrogating me?
- They're investigating.
That's why we hired them. Is it not?
- Um, so about carol.
- How do you know about carol?
What did--what-- you told them?
Everything?
No, of course you did. Of course you did.
No wonder I'm getting the third degree.
You think you might have asked me
Before you just blurt it out?
- Agent Nielsen!
You're forgetting yourself.
Arthur, no one knows what he's capable of
Better than you.
Except, possibly, me.
Bering and Agent Lattimer will need to know everything
If they're to survive this.
Everything.
- Yeah. Sorry. You're right.
It's just that I never should have gone
To see carol in the first place.
When MacPherson went to d.C...
And the years have just twisted his thinking.
I just didn't know if I was putting her life in danger.
The three of you need to speak to her.
- No. No, no, no.
I've already put enough of a spotlight on that woman.
- You've got no choice, arthur.
She's our only lead.
- Don't sweat it. I'll cover it from here.
After being magnetized to the ceiling
And nearly ground up in the gooery,
I think I'm prepped.
What? Why are you shaking your jowls at me?
- You should all get going.
I'll stay with Claudia,
And she will brief me on those two events.
[Claudia gulps]
- No matter what he said, you're not safe.
I haven't seen James MacPherson in 15 years.
I never even visited him in prison.
- Well, that's hard to believe since he saved your life.
- Others died that night in my place.
I wouldn't have made that choice.
And I have never forgiven james for making it for me.
Artie knows that.
- You like fresh-cut flowers. - I beg your pardon.
- They're all around the apartment.
- Well, as you said, I like them.
- There's a jewelry box in the trash
With some wrapping paper. - I had a birthday.
- Your birthday's in four months.
We're very good at the google.
- There's two umbrellas behind me.
One's pink, one's black.
Was it raining three days ago? - I think it was.
- He's not the man you think he is.
- Carol...Carol... - He's changed.
- Listen to me.
I would like to protect you
From whatever the hell it is he's planning to do.
- God, you know, you come barging in here
Disrupting my life.
He's only been here a few times.
- When was the last?
- Three days ago.
- Oh, well, it's easy to understand
How you would have forgotten that.
- What's this? - I have no idea.
- Let me see that.
This is an egyptian symbol.
It's a was scepter. it represents power.
The deities used to carry this around
As a sign of their control over the forces of chaos.
- It's funny... It's the same as the pendant
You're wearing around your neck.
- Oh, let me see that.
That's very nice. It's from james?
- Yes.
- You know I have to ask you for it, carol.
- [chuckles] amazing.
You think working in some magical storage unit
Gives you the right to do as you please?
- Stop protecting him.
- I never could decide,
Does Mrs. Frederic hire arrogant people,
Or do you just get arrogant by working there?
- [whispering] what is it?
- I got a really bad feeling.
- About what?
- Well, I think it's about... Artie.
I think--I think he's gonna--
Never mind. It's gone now.
- 6166 broadview.
Ironically, the Warehouse district.
- We are up and running.
Taking her to warp speed, captain.
- Okay, do you think you can hack into MacPherson's site?
- Well, yeah, duh. But major fire-wallage.
I mean, you get past one, and there's another one
Set up right at--
- Claudia. Claudia, what's wrong?
- Who's that?
- That's him.
- That-that's James MacPherson?
- Claudia... - Leena...I know him.
- How?
- He was Joshua's physics professor.
I mean, I was just a kid, but I remember that face.
He was the one who gave Joshua rheticus's compass.
He contacted me.
- What? When?
- Eight months ago. I was tracking Artie,
Trying to find this place, and I hit a snag.
And out of the blue I hear from Professor Reynolds, right.
He "friends" me. We email back and forth.
"how's Joshua?" blah blah blah.
I fill him in, tell him about my project,
And he suggests a few ways around the firewall.
- The Warehouse firewall?
- Leena, I think James MacPherson helped me
Hack into the Warehouse.
- Tool and die factory?
Why tool and die. What is he doing?
- I don't know, maybe he's got a new career.
- He doesn't exactly strike me as the blue-collar type.
- All right, this is--
This is a german machine, I think.
I think they all are.
Why would he go to the trouble-- - Can I help you?
We're not open to the public.
- We're looking for James MacPherson.
- There's no one here by that name.
- Do you know him? - Who are you?
- Secret service. We're gonna need to look around.
- Yes, well, by all means make yourself at home.
[piercing tone]
- Aah!
[pained groans]
[tone louder, more shrill]
[speaking loudly][voices echoing, indistinct]
- What are you doing?
- Close your eyes.
[tuning fork hums]
- Okay. All right.
Just close your eyes.
[tuning fork hums]
There. You can hear me? - Oh!
Yeah. - Yes? All right.
[tuning fork hums] - Ahh--oh!
Ooh. - Okay?
- Okay. - Artie, what was that?
- That was the goblet of severan.
a goblet of severan because, obviously,
The goblet's in the Warehouse,
So there must have been another one that survived.
- Well, I bet I can guess what it does.
- Pete, put this glass in your pocket.
This--this--
This was designed by a roman glass blower in 221
For the emperor elagabalus,
Who was a ridiculously incompetent young man.
The only way he could get a room quiet
Was by using this thing.
It emitted a high-pitched sound
And brought everyone to their knees.
- I could've used one of those in high school.
- Indeed. All right, so just, um--
- Artie, this has that egyptian symbol on it.
- The was scepter. - Yes.
- Maybe carol's...
Like...This.
[Myka gasps]
And now it...Opens.
- Huh. - Always interesting.
- Hold this.
- Oh.
- The phoenix.
- What? - What?
- It's the phoenix.
- Wait, wait. Let me see, let me see.
I look great in glasses.
Whoa!
Oh, my-- that is amazing!
- What? - What is that?
"starting bid $20 million"?
- It says that? - Yeah, it's like a catalog.
- But the phoenix is in the Warehouse.
- He's selling it?
- 20 million, and that's just the starter.
- No, he can't have it. It's in the Warehouse.
- That doesn't make any sense. Why would he sell it?
I mean, he's not doing this for the money.
- Yeah, what kind of a villain would he be?
- Listen to me. The phoenix is in the Warehouse.
He doesn't have it.
- Well--but even if he did have it, right,
He's not doing this for the money.
- No, he's not doing it for the money.
He's doing it for another reason.
I just don't know what. - Here, check it.
- This is too easy.
He wants us to find these things.
- Exactly, which is what's making me very, very nervous
About following this lead.
And making me very nervous...
About dragging the two of you with me.
- Don't even worry about that. - No, no, no.
[both talking at once]
- All right, fine.
Yes, obviously it's a trap of some sort.
But he would know that I know it's a trap.
So what is he planning, knowing that I know he knows?
- Guys, this--
This has the date, time, and address
Of the auction, and... It's today.
The auction is today.
- Is she certain?
- She claims that MacPherson was posing
As Joshua's professor.
That's how he made his initial contact.
She's very upset. - Where is she now?
- At the b'n'b.
Your bodyguard's keeping an eye on her.
- What is it?
- I've just always felt that she was out of tune.
Something hovering.
I just could never tell what, exactly.
[sighs]
- This is troubling.
- Do you think that he could still be using her somehow?
[Farnsworth buzzing]
- Yes.
- MacPherson claims to have the phoenix.
- The phoenix is in the Warehouse.
- I know.
- I'll get back to you.
- Now I'm getting angry.
When I told him the phoenix was gone,
He was genuinely surprised and distraught.
Then he told me about the goblet of severan.
- Well, here it is. Safe and sound.
- Open it, please.
- Okay.
That's not possible.
He can't possibly have access to Warehouse things unless--
- Yes. These new video displays record access, do they not?
- Hang on.
[beep]
There's my access, which was a few moments ago.
Let me just toggle back to see the last person...
- MacPherson certainly knows how to pick his spots.
[Farnsworth buzzing]
- This is Frederic. Go ahead, I'll catch up.
- I feel like custer walking into little big horn.
- If he wanted us dead, he's had several opportunities.
This--this is about something else.
- All right, well, what?
This is the place. This is the time.
There's nothing here.
- Hey, guys, the phoenix and the goblet of severan...
Mrs. Frederic says it's been taken from the Warehouse.
And she seemed shaken.
- Mrs. Frederic? - Yeah.
- Seemed shaken? - Yeah.
- That is so not comforting.
- Oh, great, great. So what do we do now?
Just wait for MacPherson to drop a net on us?
- If he's ahead of us and we can't see him,
Then we're gonna have to follow the trail he leaves
Until we can see him.
- And we watch each other's backs.
[bicycle bell rings]
- What?
- Good afternoon.
- Nothing. Nothing.
- Do you see that?
- Did--did the boy cause this?
- Artie, Artie, you still got those glasses?
- Good idea.
You know...
Oh, I thought I knew what these were--this is--
But they're not the originals.
He replicated timothy leary's reading glasses, but why?
- Check these out. - The guy who gave us lsd?
- Dr. Leary experimented with a lot of different ways
To see beyond what our brains are capable of seeing.
- Okay, can I see those, please?
- You know, the originals, when you put them on,
You never want to take 'em off.
- Tell me about it.
- Artie? - Yeah.
- Um, that wooden box.
Can I see that? Thank you.
[gasps]
- Fancy!
- James always did have a flair for the dramatic.
Ladies first. - What?
Uh, yeah, age before beauty.
- What? He's older than me.
He's older than both of us put together.
- All right, shut up.
Hold that.
Children. I'm working with children.
Okay...
Hand that to me.
- Be careful. - Here.
Okay, don't tilt it. I've got my lunch in there.
Okay.
Uhh!
- These are Warehouse 13 crates there.
- Okay, it's-- it's really bad again.
- What is? Your vibe? - Yeah.
- About...? - Yes.
- Well, when did you get it again?
- As soon as we walked in here.
It just kicked me in the gut.
- Are you sure?
- Yeah, that's why I'm telling you.
- Yeah, but you can't tell him unless you're positive.
- Okay, stop, stop.
What are you talking about? What vibe? About me?
- Yeah. - What about me?
- Look, I don't know.
Artie, man, I hate this.
- Just tell me exactly what you're feeling.
- It's nothing. I mean, I don't know yet.
Look, Artie, all I know is I got a really bad feeling
In the pit of my stomach.
- Well, when you get a really specific feeling,
Just let me know, will you?
- You'll be the first.
- Okay, look, down here...
See? - Yeah.
- I'm gonna go down there alone.
Yes.
And I want you guys to go back around that way.
I think it meets up around the other side.
- No, no, no, no!
Artie! Artie! Artie! No!
We shouldn't split up.
- Look, if he really is planning an ambush,
Don't you think it's best that we're not all caught up in it?
- He does have a point. He has a point.
- Artie!
[whispering] Keep your tesla handy.
- I'm fine.
Go.
[laughter echoing]
- I don't want to tell you anything more about it
Because I'd prefer not to have any competition with anybody.
It's all true.
- I've seen it with my own eyes.
A man rose from the ashes
To survive the blast of a furnace.
- And seeing truly is believing.
Wouldn't you say? Gentlemen,
Thank you all so much for joining me here today.
Mr. Pak, how are your ears? A little better?
- How's your vibe now?
- Not good. Not good.
- It's nice to see you.
- As mr. Freitag has told you all...
- What's he doing? - I don't know.
- The price of this particular item
At 20 million, u.S. Currency.
- Okay, possibilities.
Um, Artie knocked MacPherson out
And is pretending to take his place.
- Yeah, but they knew him. They called him "mr. Nielsen."
- No, MacPherson has some kind of mind control over Artie.
- Well, it's a strange way to use it.
- Well... - Okay, Pete...
What if Artie's trading in 30 years at the Warehouse
For $20 million?
- Or... Oh, snap!
Artie is MacPherson.
- Uh, no.
Oh, come on, you don't actually believe that, do you?
- Hold it right there, buddy?
- Yeah, yeah, stay--
Stay there until we figure this out.
- Cut it out, you two. That's not me. I'm me.
- I'll make an exception.
- How are we supposed to know that?
- [sighs] look.
- Security cameras.
So? - He's setting me up.
He tried to do it a few weeks ago
With honjo masamune.
You don't remember?
- He went after the sword plus he dug up my past.
- I was arrested for treason!
This time he's gonna make sure it sticks.
That must be why Mrs. Frederic sounded so strange.
- Oh, so what, did he go out and get an Artie suit? Huh?
How do we know that you're not him
Pretending to be you?
- The thimble.
- You really did read the whole manual, didn't you?
- I did.
- What--what thimble?
- Harriet tubman's thimble.
- She wore it as she stitched the rags of her fellow slaves.
It became imbued with her dream of a better life.
And it developed properties of light refraction,
So that people saw an image different
From the image of the person wearing the thimble.
It came in very handy for the underground railroad
During the civil war.
- All right, well, let's just go in and blast him.
- No, no, no, no, no, no.
No, he's expecting that.
- Well, what's he not expecting?
- This--I didn't--no. No.
There's no way. - Claudia. Claudia!
- Leena...Mrs. Frederic, this place is my home.
I would never do anything to hurt any of you,
Least of all Artie.
- We know you wouldn't. Not on purpose.
- What does that mean?
Do you think he put some kind of bug
In my brain or something?
- There are any number of methods
To create sleeper agents.
Apparently MacPherson has amassed
Quite a collection of Warehouse artifacts.
- Then torture me. You people do that.
You've gotta have some kind of truth serum
Laying around here somewhere.
Pump me full of it.
Read me! Read my colors. Tell my fortune.
Whatever it is you do, you can tell, right?
- Yes, I can. And I have.
Claudia, I'm sorry, but something is wrong.
- Oh, my god. I'm like the freakin'
Manchurian candidate or something.
What the hell! - Let her go.
For the time being it's best if she weren't in the Warehouse.
- What if she disappears? - She's being watched.
- I've never seen her this upset before.
- That's what made james such an excellent agent.
He'd get inside your head, throw you off your game.
Just when you thought you had the upper hand,
He'd strike.
- 48 million going once...
Twice... Sold to mr. Pak.
And when I get confirmation that the money is in our account,
Then the phoenix will be yours.
- Wrong again, arthur.
Remember these?
- Gentlemen, this next item is something
That we went to a great deal of trouble to acquire.
Edgar allen poe's notebook, and his pen.
Together they give their owner the unique ability
To make what they write actually happen.
[alarm bell ringing] - What is that?
- It's a fire alarm.
We must get out of here. - There's no need to panic.
Mr. Nielsen, I'd rather not be here
When the authorities arrive.
- Excellent point. Next time, mr. Nielsen.
- Gentlemen...
- Federal agents! - Don't bother!
[alarm bell ringing]
I'm sorry you went to all that trouble getting poe's pen.
I guess you wasted your time attacking my family.
- Okay, pal, time for you to finally get yours.
- Just don't kill him.
He's an excellent bodyguard.
I'd hate to lose him.
- Wha--
Who the hell--
- James MacPherson, you're under arrest.
- [chuckles]
Aren't you adorable?
You didn't really think it was gonna be that easy, did you?
Do you remember our old friend erik?
He made those wonderful implosion grenades,
Which I demonstrated for you a few weeks ago.
Before his untimely death, I had him bring back
Yet another old favorite-- the eggshell bomb.
This time with a pinch of promethium.
If the slightest pressure cracks the shell,
It results in a small nuclear reaction.
Small but dazzling.
Carson.
Now, you two drop those little toys of yours
Or arthur will lose his footing.
Thank you.
Jaw getting tired, arthur? - Mm-hmm.
- It won't be long now.
- You were a Warehouse agent.
What the hell happened to you?
- 15 years of exile.
And now I want to give arthur back
The gift he gave me.
But unfortunately, you're going to be tried
For your crimes... Posthumously.
- You think?
- In your soul, you believe as I do.
That's the vibe you've been feeling.
- How do you know what I'm feeling?
- Because I know you, peter Lattimer,
Better than you know yourself.
I was you.
Shall I tell you the thought
That crosses your mind occasionally?
What if these artifacts really do belong
Out in the world,
Instead of being locked up by a gang
Of autocratic regents who see the universe
Through the blinders of their own bureaucracy?
Walk out of here with me now...
And follow what you know to be true in your soul.
- That's a nice speech.
It sounds even better with the fancy accent.
But it still doesn't cover the fact that
You are out of your gourd, mcnutty-pants!
You put a bomb in a man's mouth.
Not really a great recruiting tool.
- Fair enough.
Well, I'll be saying good-bye, then.
- You expect us to just let you walk out of here?
- No, no, I expect you to die
While you're trying to save arthur.
And I'd say he's got about...30 seconds.
- Hey, mac.
[piercing tone] - Ow! Oohhh...
[groaning]
- Good catch.
[pained groans]
- So we're never turning him in to the government?
- The government? I don't think so.
He's already proven that prisons can't hold him.
- So then, what happens to him?
I mean, we're not going to, you know...
- No, no, no, no.
Although he would happily kill all of us
Without blinking an eye.
No, we don't operate like that.
We'll put him in the bronze sector.
Arthur, I'm honored.
- Okay, I promise to read the manual this weekend,
But what-- what is the bronze sector?
- Actually, I don't remember that being in the manual.
- The bronze sector, children,
Is where the most dangerous people in history
Have been, um...
What's the generous phrase?
- Preserved. - Yes, preserved.
- People whose removal from society had to be certain.
They're put in the bronze sector.
- Locked for all eternity in Warehouse 13?
How poetic.
- Even a twisted mind can be an artifact.
- Let's go.
- Aren't you forgetting something?
- Uh, not that I can think of.
- My blood. If I remember correctly,
My veins will burst upon entry.
- I say we give it a try, see what happens.
- James... What a bittersweet reunion.
You've aged.
Mrs. Frederic, you haven't.
You must tell me your secret.
- Perhaps on a warm summer day over tea.
Perhaps not.
- All this time you've had them.
How simple. I wish I'd thought of it.
- What are those?
- Crystalline diamonds with a trace of palladium.
- Palladium?
- It neutralizes the minerals in his blood.
- So he doesn't go kablooey.
- Unfortunately.
- Oh, wow.
That is a load off my mind.
- Good-bye, james.
- Yeah.
- Let's go.
- So why is the bronze sector not in the manual?
- No, no, no, it's far too dangerous
For there to be a written record.
If someone were to find this place,
Somehow reverse the process--
The point is we don't want these people out in the world.
- So this place is filled with, like,
The worst guys ever, right?
Hitler, mussolini, michael vick.
- No, no, these are men and women
Who would have become hitlers and mussolinis or worse,
Except... We got to them first.
- A room filled with evil that you've never heard of.
Seems so unfair.
- No, this is a process that was first explored in...
- Mesopotamia.
- In 1230 b-- - Uh, 50.
- 1250 b.C.
Anyway, the bronzing process was too heavy,
And it kind of cracked open--
Let's just say it was unsuccessful.
Here, what we do is
We flash-freeze the bodies cryogenically,
And we preserve them by bronzing.
Unfortunately... It's a painless process.
- Really? How many times have you tried it?
- It's about as painful as a sword in the chest.
- Touche.
What a beautiful creature.
A farewell gift, arthur? You shouldn't have.
- Just ignore the monster in the cage.
- [clears throat] Pete and Myka, the stolen artifacts
Have been loaded in.
Can I get your help replacing them?
- Fine by me.
I'd rather not see this.
- Oh, wait, come on. I want to watch this.
When's the next time something like this is gonna happen?
- Hopefully never.
[Artie sighs]
- Who says you can never go home again, eh, arthur?
- James.
You know, I thought I'd have a lot more to say to you.
Good-bye, james.
- Arthur...
We can still be partners.
- Pleading for your life?
That's out of character for you.
- I'm not pleading for my life.
I'm pleading for yours.
[gears grind]
[hissing]
- You know, maybe I should go check on Artie.
- I'm sure he's fine.
You know what, I'll go check.
I'll be back in a second.
- What a waste.
- ♪ gonna go downtown
♪ with my baby
♪ 'cause she looks so--
[gears grind]
[beeps, blips]
[hissing]
- Turn around.
[air whooshes]
- My dear, thank you for remembering our appointment.
[beep]
[air hisses] Oh, that is a relief!
Wave to arthur so he can enjoy the tape later.
- We're clear.
- You won't be needing that anymore.
- So was it all worth it?
- Unfettered access to Warehouse 13?
Time will tell. There's work to be done.
The codes I implanted when arthur tried to access my site
Need to be activated.
Go on.
tempus fugit.
[static noise]
- Late, as usual.
- How did you-- get away from there!
- Or what? You've had your chance, arthur!
So many chances!
Go ahead, fire it!
You see, there's a way around almost anything...Partner!
[locks engaging]
- No!
- Oh...
[alarm sounding]
- Uhh!
- [both] Artie. Artie!
- Artie! Can you hear me?
- Artie! Get up!
[air hisses]
[alarm sounding]
- Pete, hurry!
- Look out. Look out!
- James, wait!
[blips, beeps]
[air hisses]
- Artie! - Wait, wait, wait!
- Wait for us! - James!
[alarm sounding]
[alarm buzzing]
- Artie!
- Self-destruct sequence engaged.
[alarm buzzing]
The umbilicus will self-destruct in 5, 4...
3, 2, 1...
[rumbling explosion]
[electricity crackling]
[wind whistling]
[alarm buzzing]
- Oh...Artie...
[flames crackling]
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