- Previously on Warehouse 13...
- Rebecca st. Clair? - You found jack.
- You weren't just his girlfriend.
- You're a Warehouse agent.
- I always knew if we didn't quit,
One of us, one day, would lose the other.
- One last thing that you might be interested in seeing.
- Together...Forever.
- I guess jack chose you over the Warehouse, after all.
- It says that the debronze function was activated twice.
- Who's our mystery guest? - Pete, Artie says
That H.G. Wells is actually-- - A woman.
- I was apprenticed at Warehouse 12.
My daughter christina had been murdered.
Everything that ever mattered in my life is gone now.
Except the Warehouse.
I want to come back and work there again.
- She is nothing like me! I'll never trust that woman.
- H.G. Wells is to be fully reinstated
As a Warehouse agent.
- What are you doing here?
No.
[jabbing sound] Oh!
[crackling sound]
Both: No!
- [gasps]
- Do I make you nervous, darling?
- No. Naw. Nervous?
Why would you make me nervous?
You're part of the team now
And...Not evil.
Artie! Good. M-morning.
Good morning, Artie. - Why is no one here?
- I'm here. - Congratulations.
I'll have a gold star delivered to your room.
- Where are the others? - Right here. Hey, guys.
Claud, did you drop something?
- Uh, yeah, I just had a little slippery fingers.
- I make her nervous.
- Claud, there's no need for you to be nervous.
- I'm not. I wasn't. Jeez.
- It's okay--there will be a period of adjustment.
Although, I have already earned a gold star.
- Why does she get a gold star?
- She doesn't.
Let's talk about your next assignment.
- Shouldn't there be some orientation for h.G.?
- It's not necessary. - Let's not make a fuss.
- Well, yeah, you already got a gold star.
- There is no gold star! There won't be orientation.
It's bad enough she's here--at all!
Can we just try to get through this?
- Well, now I'm nervous.
- Why do things have to change, because of her?
[overlapping arguing]
- Excuse me.
- Rebecca?
- Are you kids still in the artifact finding business?
- Jonah ross, 82. Local english teacher.
Died of natural causes. - A friend of yours?
- Hardly. Jonah ross was actually jonah raitt.
In 1961, he was an editor of where & when magazine.
He killed three of his secretaries.
Artie: And his wife.
- He used an artifact that altered their body chemistry--
Skin, bone, muscle, blood.
Turned them all to glass.
Jack and I never found him or the artifact.
Two of the women died
Before we got on the glass girl case.
We could have saved raitt's wife and roxanne crane,
But jonah did something to us.
We had no memory the entire day they were killed.
Then he disappeared.
All those years, raitt and I were living in the same city.
I went to his address to I.D. And retrieve the artifact, but--
Artie: But you didn't find anything.
- He wrote this obituary himself.
Read the last line.
- "if you're still out there, jack and rebecca,
Thanks for my life"?
- You think he was taunting you? - He was a cruel son of a bitch.
The artifact is still out there and in play.
No one else should die because I couldn't crack down on this.
We need to find it.
- All right, I'll go to st. Louis.
I'll check out the house again.
Claudia, forward me the info.
I can use the field time.
- Uh, Artie, you don't want us to go?
- No, I got this.
It's getting a little crowded around here.
- Artie, I'd like to come with you.
- Fine.
- We'll find him.
- You say you... Both blacked out.
- Apparently, jack and I went about our lives.
We just couldn't remember it.
We assumed that jonah caused it.
- Was it 24 hours exactly? - No.
It was 22 hours and 19 minutes.
- [laughs]
- I'm very observant. Why?
- I don't care if it is the H.G. Wells section.
What the hell are we doin' down here?
- Why does it matter that it was 22 hours and 19 minutes?
What does it mean?
- It means someone used my time machine.
- It's not a vehicle like in my novel.
Physical time travel is an impossibility.
- Okay, so... It's not a time machine.
- It's a temporal consciousness transfer engine--
A means to traverse the space/time continuum
Using one's mind.
- So it is a time machine. - Not exactly.
I'd become intrigued by the idea of gestalt,
The collective unconscious.
What if one were able to connect with
The mind of someone who lived centuries ago?
It happens randomly in nature.
- Past life experience.
- Oh, right, right.
Like russell crowe was a tasmanian convict in the 1800s.
I read it online.
- My machine allows your mind
To inhabit the body of someone in the past,
See what they see, feel what they feel.
Live a day in history.
- And you've done it.
You've actually traveled through time?
God, that must have been so awesome.
- No, not really.
- Okay, so what about the person, you know, possessed?
- They black out.
For 22 hours and 19 minutes.
That's how long the trip lasts. Never could work out why.
- Are you saying that someone used or will use this machine
To inhabit jack and me in 1961?
- That would explain your losing time.
- Hey, this doesn't look like it belongs here.
Might wanna take a look at this.
- "dear charlie, do me a favor
"and put this in the H.G. Wells storage area.
"I won't ask about it. Don't bring it up.
Trust me. Jack."
- That's not jack's handwriting.
- I know. It's mine.
- Hey, I-I'm ready.
- Yeah, uh, listen, you don't really have to tag along.
- I know. I just thought it would be nice
If we could spend some time together.
- Maybe after we find the artifact,
Go for dinner and a movie.
- Really? - No!
- Is this really how it's gonna be?
- I don't know what you're talking about.
- You can't keep freezing me out
Because I supported Helena joining the Warehouse.
- Oh, it's Helena, now, is it? If it's all right with you,
I'll just keep calling her the villain.
- Artie, you're being childish.
- Do you know what it takes to keep
A Warehouse agent alive, Myka?
Trusting the agent beside you has your back.
I couldn't trust MacPherson, could I--could I?
He's the one who let h.G. Out.
How the hell am I supposed to trust her?
- Helena has proven more than once
That she has my back.
I thought I'd proven that I had yours.
- You know what, on second thought,
I'll just handle this one on my own.
- So...Artie decided to
Check out raitt's apartment
On...His own.
What?
- I know this is gonna sound nuts.
I'm sure you're sitting there, arms folded,
Twirling your hair, biting your lip,
Not wanting to believe this,
But...I'm you.
I'm Myka. Inside rebecca.
Well, your mind, anyway.
We traveled back through time.
- I'm Pete. Hi, Pete!
- Hi, me. - I can't believe this...
This--this isn't possible.
- We don't have a lot of time. Can you be serious?
- Don't give rebecca back her body all tensed up like that.
- Pete. Focus.
- Yoink! It is you guys.
- Listen, Myka.
Pete is gonna try to convince you
To use the time machine to travel back to 1961
To identify an artifact.
It's okay--Pete's actually right for a change.
[Pete snaps] - And Pete.
[imitating Schwarzenegger] Get your ass to mars.
Get your ass to mars!
Both petes: Like total recall!
Oh, I love that!
Young rebecca: Okay, we're done.
- There's one last thing you need to know
Before you get here.
The artifact is--
[Pete groans] Ohh...
- Hey, are you okay?
- It's just seeing jack again.
- Um...Well, what about the butterfly effect?
You know, when you step on a butterfly in the past,
It changes the whole future.
- No. I tried to change the past.
I failed.
- Look, it'll be strictly recon, right?
We'll go back, get eyes on the artifact,
And track it in the here and now.
- Maybe we should wait for Artie.
- Every moment you wait,
It risks another person's life in the present.
- Well, I did tell me to do it.
- Oh, sweet.
Pete and Myka's excellent adventure!
[both making guitar chord sounds]
- It's funny.
It was after this case that jack and I fell in love.
It was the day we blacked out.
I woke up in an orchard, and jack was kissing me.
Our first kiss.
I was so surprised.
I mean, I always fancied him,
But he was always so mean to me.
- All right.
I hooked up the machine to the main power grid.
That's definitely enough juice for it to run the full day.
- Whoa, wait, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Out of curiosity, what happens to us
If jack and rebecca bite it while we're inside their bodies?
Hoping not.
- I, uh, suspect
Your minds will be lost... Forever.
- Hoping not! - Oh, good.
Just making sure it's as bad as I thought.
- [exhales]
- I couldn't change the past,
But maybe you can.
- So is there a big countdown?
- Uh...No.
[machinery humming]
[typewriter keys clacking]
- The time machine set us on fire!
The time machine set us on fire!
Eew. - Pete!
Pete, it's okay. It's okay. Look.
['60s pop song on radio]
♪
[typewriters clacking]
- Heh! We're in 1961. - Uh-huh.
[pop song continues]
- Myka. Check it out.
We're...
- Jack and rebecca.
- I was gonna say still hot, but, yes, that, too.
My god.
- Are we done fixing our hair and makeup, ladies?
- Who's the old goat? - [whispers] charlie martin.
He's their Artie.
- You think this is a good place to catch 40 winks?
- Uh...No, sir. No, uh...
Y-you're right, charlie. It's not her fault.
You see, I-I had kind of a thing there and...
- Don't blame him, really.
It's a rough morning for both of us.
- Sorry, rebecca.
Rough morning.
Maybe you should take the rest of the day off.
[yelling] or maybe you should get back to work?
- We're very sorry, mr. Martin, sir.
We'll just get back to work.
- Yes. We're sorry. Sir. Thank you.
- Sir?
Mr. Martin.
What is this? What's goin' on?
You two don't cover for each other.
You're mean to each other.
What gives? - Uh...
Y-yes. - Right!
- The meanness...
- Jerk!
- We have for each other... - Hate...
You.
- I need you in calcutta.
You're off the glass girl case.
- Wait a minute, what? - What?
- What do you mean? - Not a discussion.
Gus is getting close to man ray's camera.
I need you on that.
Another glass girl turns up, we'll get back into it.
Look...This comes directly from Mrs. Frederic,
So if you wanna piss her off
And have her give you that stare, go ahead.
Lady terrifies me.
- Look, charlie, all we need is one more day.
I've already got a job lined up at the magazine,
And jack is going to talk to raitt's wife.
- I am? - Yes. It was in rebecca's
My... My file.
If we don't find anything, then...Calcutta.
- Fine. 24 hours.
No more.
- Oh, charlie, we're gonna need
Everything that you can find on jonah raitt.
- Of course, rebecca. Anything you need.
After all, I'm your secretary, right?
- I really don't like him. - He's a bit of a sphincter.
['60s pop singer]
I'm gonna go interview raitt's wife.
I'll meet you back here at the magazine, okay?
- Un...Believable.
- I know.
Steaks for a dollar!
- No, no. I mean the--
- No, no, no, I know what you mean,
But...A dollar!
What--hey, hey--
- What?
- I want you to be careful in there, okay?
If he's got an artifact in his office,
Just get eyes on it.
Don't engage.
He's obviously a nut bar. - I'll be fine.
When you talk to raitt's wife,
Just remember it's 1961, okay?
Women slap men when they get fresh.
[car door closes]
- Huh? What?
[bustling music]
♪
[typewriters clattering, dinging]
♪
- I am a capable...Woman.
You are just... A tape recorder!
[shrill garbled voices]
No. No. No, no, no, no, no!
[voices stop]
- First day? - Yeah.
Roxanne.
- Thank you for your time, mrs. Raitt.
- The secret service!
That must be so exciting.
- Well...It has its moments.
- Well, if the president's coming,
It's a good thing you're making sure
The neighborhood is safe.
- It's just a precaution.
You can't be too careful.
- Isn't that true?
You know, we voted for him.
There was something about that nixon I just didn't trust.
- Good call. - [giggles]
- Uh...So...Is there anything new around here,
Something your husband may have brought home from the...
Office?
Rebecca: He killed his three secretaries.
Artie: And his wife.
- Are you all right?
- I mean...
Yes, ma'am.
Rebecca: The four women were murdered cruelly
In an unnatural way.
- I just, uh, had a feeling.
You look so happy in that photo.
- [laughs] agent secord,
Does the president have reason
To be concerned about my marriage?
- No. No, ma'am.
No reason.
- Mm.
[telephones ringing, typewriters clacking]
- Thank you so much.
Yu know, I really like your bracelet.
- Thanks. It was a gift.
- From who?
Was there someone that you're, you know--
- Ladies.
This is a place of business.
Not a sewing circle.
- Certainly, mr. Raitt.
- How can you tell if...
[powering down hum]
- Oh, uh...Ahem.
It, uh...
Uses a--a lot of power.
But don't worry. The Warehouse can take it.
- It's not the Warehouse I'm worried about.
- I hate this.
When I was talking to beth, I kept thinking,
"you have no idea that you're gonna die today."
Today! I mean, how is that fair?
- It's not. - Rebecca.
You seem to have gotten the hang of that dictation.
You're practically a natural.
- Oh, no, not really.
- I'm going to be leaving for the day.
Good night, roxanne. I'll see you in the morning.
- Yes.
In the morning. Have a good night, mr. Raitt.
Well, I should probably... Call it a night.
Good night.
- She's lying. They both are.
They're obviously meeting up tonight.
Do people not know how to lie in 1961?
- That's the roxanne, the next victim.
- We can't think of her like that.
- How can we not?
That guy is gonna kill her and his wife.
- There's nothing that we can do.
Recon only the timeline.
- Screw the timeline, okay? I'm going after raitt.
You stay here and search his office.
Maybe he stashed the artifact. - Pete, no, you can't--
- Sweetheart, I am gonna need these
Collated and filed by the end of business today.
Thanks, honey.
- Honey? Sweetheart? Listen, bub, I--
Pete?
- There. That oughta be enough to stabilize it,
At least until the fluctuations--
- Claudia...
What's this?
- Artie!
Hey.
What are you doin' here?
- There was nothing at raitt's apartment.
What are you doing here?
- Well, we had a-- a power...Issue.
Uh, 'cause of the--
[laughs] It's a funny story.
- Oh, god. - What happened?
Are you all right?
- Yes, yes, I'm...Fine.
Just a little bit dizzy.
- Hold on.
I'll get you some water, all right?
- Nice work, miss streep.
Next time [british accent] let's try it with an accent.
- I just... Didn't want Artie to--
Oh!
[piano plays dinner music]
♪
- Martini, mr. Macnamara.
- Thank you.
- And what can I get for you, sir?
- Hey.
Jackie o, huh?
- Who?
- Uh...
Jackie kennedy.
I mean like... Oh, wow.
She's...Foxy. W-what do you got there?
- I mean, look at this.
This is a relic.
This stuff was outdated in the '50s.
- Yeah, I'm more of a sports illustrated guy myself.
- Better, yeah.
'course, if you ask me,
They could stand to spice things up a little bit.
Add a little cheesecake.
Maybe have a swimsuit issue.
- Got an eye for the ladies, huh?
- I do.
You know, they say that god made us in his image.
It makes me think that god must be a woman.
I mean, look at her.
She's stunning, right?
But this magazine, it does its best
To make her seem dull.
She should be admired like a work of art.
- Go back to Pete and Myka.
- Are you sure you're okay? - I'm fine, I'm fine.
No more sniffin' glue, young lady.
- [chuckles]
- Uh, rebecca,
I'm sorry.
- Don't be sorry.
Just a little bit...Too much excitement for this old gal.
It's very ungentlemanly to rifle through
A lady's handbag.
- Well, when you collapsed, I wanted to check
To see if you were taking any medication,
And I had to look up, uh...Erlopa.
- Erlotinib.
You know, in a way, I'm lucky.
Most Warehouse agents don't usually live long enough
To die of cancer.
- What kind of a... Prognosis...
- Grim.
And that's optimistic.
You know, I always said...
I'd find that artifact if it was the last thing I did.
- Rebecca.
We'll find it.
- It was nice talking to you.
- You too.
- Cigarettes, sir?
- Uh, no thanks.
Myka. - Hello.
- What are you doing here?
This is a gentleman's only club.
- Well, interestingly enough,
If you're wearing one of these outfits,
Nobody bothers to look at your face.
Look, don't try and talk me out of this, okay?
Raitt's our guy.
He's been talking about turning women into art.
- Pete--
- Oh, great. He's gone.
Excuse me. I'm sorry.
Do you know where jonah raitt went?
- I'm sorry, sir. He just drove off.
- [sighs] damn it!
Good work, Myka. Forget trying to stop him.
How are we supposed to I.D. The artifact now?
- Gimme the farnsworth.
- So nice of both of you to check in.
I'm touched.
- You need to quit smokin', man.
- Charlie, did you get any of that information on raitt
I asked you for?
- It was the highlight of my day.
- Well, were there any hotel receipts?
- What? Hotel? Oh, right!
'cause if the dude's stepping out on his wife, then--
- He's not inviting them home.
- Wrong again, rebecca.
He is inviting them home. - Wait--come again?
- Raitt took a deduction last year
On a second residence,
A one-bedroom at 15 hoover street.
Must be a side pad
Where he engages in sexual congress with his secretaries.
And rebecca... Nice catch.
- You're teacher's pet in every decade, aren't ya?
- The file said that roxanne was killed on hoover street.
- Let's go.
- She's gonna be fine, Claudia.
I assure you.
- So where'd you go when you used your time machine?
Uh...Mani-pedis with cleopatra?
Snog with casanova?
- Paris, 1899.
- Why?
- That's, um...That's where I'd arranged for
My daughter christina to spend the summer with cousins.
I was away a great deal.
Single working mother, to use today's parlance.
One day, christina awoke with a fever.
Sophie, the housekeeper, had her stay in bed.
The men who came to rob my cousins' home
Were expecting an empty house.
Sophie tried to fight them, but there were too many.
She survived, but, um,
Christina...
Sophie had no recollection of the 22 hours and 19 minutes
During which the incident occurred.
And when one of the thieves was finally captured,
He described how sophie had fought...
Using kempo, a fighting style that I favored.
And I began to suspect-- I-I knew, I just knew
That somehow I had traveled back in time and become sophie.
Eventually, I constructed the machine,
Determined to alter the course of events.
But the ink with which are lives are inscribed
Is indelible.
- I imagine...
Losing a child is the worst pain a person can go through.
- No, actually.
When I tracked them down,
What I did to the men who killed my daughter...
That's the most pain a person can go through.
- Roxanne! - Oh!
- Jeepers! You scared the life out of me!
- Roxanne, you're in danger.
- Danger. Ha.
Rebecca, what are you doing here?
- We know what's going on between you and raitt.
- I have to go. - No, listen to me!
- Pete, Pete, look at me. Just don't do this.
- I'm not gonna let her die, Myka.
- Pete! You know you can't stop this.
- Roxanne, wait!
- What are you doing here?
No!
[jabbing sound] Oh!
[crackling sound]
- No!
- I know you.
You were at the club.
What are you, following me?
- My god.
That's roxanne's bracelet.
What happened?
Myka: We can't explain this, but...
Pete: She's dead. We're sorry.
It's not him. Raitt's not our guy.
- And we don't have much time to find out who is.
- All right, the first thing that we need to do
Is reanalyze the data. [powering down hum]
- Ha. This place still does that, huh?
- Yeah...
- Artie... What are you doing?
- There's a power clot in one of the secure storage sectors.
- It's probably nothing. - I'll flush it out,
Send down a micro-pulse. - Artie, no!
[electric sizzling]
- Oh!
- Connection's holding, but something just completely
Burnt out the reintegration wiring.
- Which means what? - I can't bring them back.
When jack and rebecca awaken,
Pete and Myka will be lost forever.
- The power level's dropping. - Well, it's overheating!
We--we need something to cool it down.
- On it!
- Whatever you're doing to my people,
It stops now.
- Ah! - Myka. Myka, you okay?
- Oh, god. - What the hell was that?
- I don't know.
D-do you think something went wrong?
- Oh, roxanne...
What did this?
- Look, raitt...
You need to tell us what you know.
Who would want to hurt them?
- I don't know, I don't know if something like this--
What do you mean, them? - Meredith and ruth,
The two other women who worked for your company.
- No, I-I got a note from them.
They're in los angeles for research.
- They never left that note.
- S-so this...
This happened to them too.
- Look, I know this is a shock,
But you were sleeping with these women.
Now, who would want to hurt them?
- I wasn't sleeping with them!
I was trying to take over the magazine!
I was trying to get rid of the publisher
And take control of where & when myself.
It needs artistic vision and independent thinking.
- So they were... Helping you?
- Yeah.
They're completely undervalued by that company...
And capable of so much more.
You think someone found out, was trying to stop us?
- No, no, but we need to get to beth.
We think she might be next. - My wife?
Well, she has nothing to do with this.
How do you even know that? - I can't tell you.
But just trust me. We've got to get there now!
- If they touch my wife, I swear to god...
- Artie. What are you doing?
- She's killing them. - I tried to explain
That this is a form of time travel!
- Time travel's a physical impossibility.
- No, we know. This works on your mind.
- So does she. - Archie pulsed the system.
That's what burned out the wiring.
- I wouldn't have pulsed the system
If I knew what you were doing.
- If we'd have asked, you'd have said no!
- You bet your ass I would have said no!
Claudia, this is not your fault. You see the best in people--
People like her take advantage of people like you.
I'm not quite so naive.
- Am I naive?
I asked them to do this.
If you're gonna shoot the one responsible,
Fire away.
- I-I-f we don't fix this...
We'll lose them.
They'll die.
Stand over me. Watch my every move.
But let me save them.
- And if they die...
I won't bother rebronzing you.
What do you need?
- I need a power source. Quickly.
- Beth? Beth, are you here?
- Look, don't worry. We'll find her.
Pete--I mean...I mean jack is looking outside.
- If she's not here, that's good, right?
- Why is that good, jonah?
- Oh, my god. My god, you're all right.
We were so worried about you.
- You shouldn't be.
I tried to make it so you'd never have to worry, ever,
And we'd always be okay.
- Listen, beth, there's a terrible thing
That's happened.
Meredith, ruth, and roxanne have been killed.
- Hmm. So... You went right out
And got yourself another whore.
- What?
- I took care of the others.
And you just bring another one around?
- You killed those women.
- I'd hope you'd get the message.
Maybe I should have been more obvious.
- Jonah!
Look, beth, there's gotta be another way, okay?
Well, maybe there's been...
I think there's been some sort of misunderstanding.
- You shoot your little ray gun there
And hit my husband.
That's all I need to understand.
- Maybe not all.
Aah! - Pete!
[crackling sound]
- No! It has to stay in!
- This is probably gonna hurt!
- It already does... A lot!
[jabbing sound]
- Beth!
- Pete? Pete!
- Jonah.
[crackling sound]
I wish you'd loved me more.
- Oh, baby.
Those poor girls...
I wish you'd loved me less.
- So this...This is why we made that movie
To send to ourselves.
- Because we knew we'd not only get eyes on the artifact,
But we'd actually snag it.
- Yeah, but we can't take it back to the future,
So what was the point?
- What if we could get it back to the future?
- What if we could hide it
Somewhere we knew would exist 50 years from now,
Somewhere safe,
Somewhere where only we... Could get to it.
- The Warehouse.
- But, Pete, we still need to make that movie,
And we're running out of time.
- When are we not running out of time?
- Well, where in the hell are we gonna find a camera?
Huh?
- 99...Would you believe the credenza?
- Jonah.
I don't know how to explain this, but, um...
You've gotta run.
- Run? Why?
- Roxanne, the other women, now your wife.
You're the prime suspect.
- But you can tell the police that it was beth
And that I'm innocent. - We can't.
- We won't be in town long enough
To tell anyone anything. - So where am I supposed to go?
- St. Louis.
You have to trust me. You'll be safe in st. Louis.
And...
We're sorry to have to ask you this,
But we need a favor.
We need you to mail this movie.
It will clear your name some day.
Trust us.
Jonah?
Good luck.
We're not gonna have enough time to get the knife back.
How far are we from the Warehouse?
- We can make it.
- They're not gonna make it.
- We're not gonna make it.
We should have mailed the knife too.
- Are you kidding me?
Do you remember the last time someone mailed an artifact?
- Oh, right. Dr. Doomsday-a-gogo.
Aah!
- Oh, god! Ah!
Are you okay? - Yeah, yeah.
It's just the headaches are getting worse.
What if--
- What?
- Just a little bit of history repeating.
Rebecca said jack kissed her under a tree
In a cherry orchard.
This must be where they woke up.
- We were coming here all along.
- Should we just leave the knife with jack and rebecca?
- Well, we can't.
They won't know what it is when they wake up.
- And they might think it's a letter opener
And glass themselves paying the electric bill.
Uh...How 'bout right here? - Okay.
Here? - Yeah.
- We'll have just enough time to get them back.
- If this works.
[power pulsing]
- The power's not transferring.
I don't know what else to do.
- Pete, what are you doing?
- Rebecca spent her whole life blaming herself
Because she couldn't find the artifact.
If I can tell her where it is--
- Pete, it won't work. It never works.
The past can't change. - And neither can I.
- Back in the old days when things didn't work...
- Yeah, mine too. - Works for me.
[power humming]
- Can't you see? We have to keep trying.
If we just accept fate, then we're no better than--
[Myka and Pete gasp]
Are we back?
[both panting]
Are we in deep doo doo?
- Oh, more than you can imagine.
- Oh, no, no, man. I dropped the note.
- You guys look... Freaked out.
Did--did something happen?
Both: No.
- Did you see the artifact? - Not only did we see it...
We know where it is.
It's safe.
- Were you able to save any of those women?
- Well, I guess you can't change the past...
No matter how hard you try.
- That machine...
Does it still work? - Don't tell us
You want us to go back and get another artifact.
- No.
But I would like to see jack again.
One more time.
- Well, t-the circuitry's severely damaged,
And the trip wouldn't last more than a few moments.
And...I wouldn't be able to bring you back.
- Why would I want to come back?
- [grunts]
- Hey.
So, um, Pete recovered the knife.
- Good. Turns out that artifact
Was the basis of the cinderella story.
Only instead of how in the story
A young girl meets a handsome prince
Who gives her a glass slipper...
Cinderella used the knife to...
Let's just say they tend to reedit these things
For children.
- We like things simple when we're kids.
Black and white, good and evil.
Sometimes I wish things still were that simple.
- She did good, didn't she?
- Rebecca? Yeah. She did real good.
- No, I meant, you know...
Helena.
- Yeah.
- And so did you.
[birds twittering]
[leaves rustling]
- Becs?
Where the hell are we?
- It's okay. We're all right.
- The last thing I remember, uh...
I was sitting in the Warehouse and--
- It doesn't matter.
Jack, I missed you so much.
- Missed me?
- Jack, what are you doing?
- What I should have done a long time ago.
- Mm!
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