- Previously on Warehouse 13...
- You've collected quite a few artifacts.
- Yeah, enough to even up the odds.
- An enemy with an arsenal
Of artifact weapons would not only be dangerous--
- But they could be unstoppable.
- I want you to feel the pain,
Like I have.
[beep, beep, beep] [boom]
- It's an astrolabe...
That'll buy us back 24 hours.
- You can tell no one.
- Damn it, they're gone. - Too late.
- You wanted to save him, so save him, damn it!
Breathe! - [gasps]
- That hat was itchy, huh?
- It's a great picture, though.
- Did you get all your stuff? - This is the last of it.
- You know, I don't know what's creepier,
The fact that all my stuff was sent to the dead agents vault,
Or that there is a dead agents vault.
- Why don't we focus on the fact
That you're not in the dead agents vault?
- Pollyanna. [buzz]
- So, mission briefing in Artie's office?
- Yeah, Pete's all worked up about something.
- Hot water.
Okay, people, now that we're back to five at the b&b,
We need to talk about the bathroom situation.
- Pete? It's an old house.
You can't take 30-minute showers.
- Uh, uh, uh, Leena.
The 1/2 power shower is a sacred thing, okay?
Also, I used the rest of the peppermint body scrub.
- Oh, that was mine. - Well, you weren't using it.
- That's because I was dead.
- Oh, you're gonna play that card.
- Right now I'm wishing I was dead.
- This is the mission briefing? - No.
No, it isn't. Leena,
Uh, this is from the ovoid quarantine.
It doesn't like anyplace I put it, so can you--
- Well, of course it doesn't. Just look at it.
- Silly me.
All right, we got a ping this morning from
Devil's lake, north dakota.
- Ooh, same barren landscape as south dakota, but colder.
- A cleaning lady showed up at the hospital.
She had all the symptoms of a spider bite,
But there were no actual marks.
The venom that was found inside her system turned out to be
From an incredibly rare south american spider called the--
- Theraphosa leblondi.
- The ther--
Please tell me that's not just a random lucky guess.
- Are you gonna be psychic now too?
That's really gonna get annoying.
- No, no, no. I've seen the artifact
That does this. It's a small wooden token.
- Well, where did you see it?
- In the hangar.
It belonged to walter sykes.
- Steve, you spent a long time with
Walter sykes, and he had an arsenal of artifacts.
- And he was firing them at us.
- Where would he have kept them? - He stored them in these crates
Labeled "a-to-z technologies," but by the time he moved them,
I was...Dead.
- But when we raided the hangar, there was nothing there.
- They could have stored them at devil's lake.
- Well, it is only a four-hour drive.
He could have had marcus take them there
Before he came to the b&b.
- Or tyler. - No, tyler was [kaack].
Well, actually he was [whaaah, kek, aaah]
- Pete! - Okay, I got
The spider lady's route from the cleaning service.
She was at these three residences
In devil's lake yesterday. [beep]
- That one. The mazzanti residence.
Artie, enrico mazzanti, he was the original illustrator
Of carlos collodi's--
Both: pinocchio. - And sykes was obsessed
With collodi's bracelet.
- Safe house.
You two go check it out.
Be--be careful.
'cause if that house actually has an arsenal of artifacts,
It could be a powder keg. - Okay.
[crash] - Ah!
- Pete, you could have just picked the lock.
- Well, better safe than sorry, mykes.
Plus, I love doing that.
- Pete. - Yup?
- Check this out.
- Yeah, I'm not really seeing the sykes family resemblance.
- These are just the pictures that come in the frames.
That's why the cleaning lady only came once a month.
This place was just for appearances.
- Temporary digs for him to hide out after his mega-bomb
Blew us all to kingdom come, huh?
- Let's just find the rest of sykes's toys,
And--and we can close the book on this loser for good.
- Okay. - Okay.
[crack]
- Ugh. [pftt, pftt]
Plastic.
He really was evil.
[hinges creak]
Oh, great.
A creepy basement.
- Gotcha.
Theraphosa leblondi.
- Myka!
- Pete, you found the artifacts?
- Empty.
Somebody beat us to the prize.
[upbeat music]
♪
- So, that's a bird cage, violin, golf clubs,
And some junk from our basement.
Eh, they belonged to my grandma.
They're antiques. Probably worth thousands.
- [snickers] then why pawn them to me?
- Oh, I thought this was one of those places
Where you sell things for money,
But I guess I'm just in, like, the worst bakery ever.
I'll take them someplace else.
- Okay, okay. Don't get all ruffled.
Let me check my price guides in the back.
[whoosh]
[jingling]
[whoosh]
- What the hell?
- Give you 400 for the bunch.
- Are you kidding me?
That's not enough. That's not nearly enough.
- Kid, it's just a bunch of junk.
- [sighs]
- Oh, for crying out loud. [sighs]
All right, 600.
- 700. - 650.
- Fine. Jeez.
- Now what about the pipe you got behind your back?
- This is mine.
- 640 then.
- The artifacts are gone? All of them?
- Maybe sykes had somebody grab them
In case something happened to him, you know,
Like a--a backup plan to his backup plan.
- No, marcus and tyler were the only other two
I ever saw work with him.
- And they're both dead.
- Well, whoever did it must have
Dropped the spider bite artifact on the way out.
[zap]
- Yeah, but why smash the crates?
Why not just take the whole thing?
- Probably too obvious.
- Pete. - Yeah?
- Look at this.
- Yeah, an alarm system. - So if there was a break-in,
Why didn't the security company come?
- Maybe the alarm didn't go off. - Or maybe whoever did it
Knew the code. - The padlocks don't have codes,
Which would explain why they had to force open
The door to the basement.
- That alarm company's safeco security.
Their office is in downtown devil's lake.
I'm sending you the address right now.
- What are you doing talking to us?
You got the address, go.
- Hello.
- Well, hello.
- Shouldn't you be eating doughnuts?
- Dr. Oz says tomatoes are a superfood.
- We're here to ask you a few questions.
- Excellent. You want to grab a drink or something?
- About the break-in at the mazzanti residence.
- I can't give out that kind of information.
- United states secret service. - [coughs]
Ah, let me just get my...
Supervisor. So if you just wait right here--
- Think he's hiding something?
- Either that or the burrito's on its way out.
Owoo! We've got the place surrounded! [kssh]
- Oh, please don't arrest me, please, please!
- All right, who stole the boxes, huh?
Did sykes hire you? - What? Who?
- Walter sykes, the owner of the house that you broke into.
- No, no, the whole thing was jesse's idea.
- Jesse? Who's jesse?
- Jesse ashton. I went to high school with him.
We were drinking last week at p.J. Whelihan's.
Jesse said that he needed money, so I gave him the codes.
Oh, god, I need a lawyer, don't I?
Do you know a lawyer?
- Wait, so you have nothing to do with walter sykes?
- No. Who? I-I can't go to prison.
- All right, so jesse takes everything that's there,
Then what? - He says he knows a place
Where he can sell it, and that we'd split the money.
- You know, the history channel's got to stop
Glamorizing the pawn industry.
- Makes it easy. We bag the artifacts,
We're back in time for dinner.
- Uh-oh. - What?
- Bad vibe.
[boom]
[glass tinkles]
I think we're gonna be late for dinner.
- Hey.
- Wow.
- Yeah, blew out the whole window.
- No, I mean this pawn shop doesn't look anything like
The one on that tv show.
- See, that's what I've been saying.
Oh, hey, Leena.
Look at you, out in the field. - No, no, no, this is all wrong.
- Yeah. - Okay, these headphones
Cannot be next to this mask like this,
And this iron should never lay flat.
- Yeah, see, with all these artifacts in play,
I wanted Leena here to... Do whatever it is Leena does.
- Eh, no, no, no, the more, the merrier.
We're gonna need extra hands on this one.
- So what happened?
- Ah, well, the owner gave this a jingle--
- Ah-nuh-uhh!
- That made the fireball.
- This is mrs. O'leary's cowbell. [mutters]
- I thought the cow kicking over a lantern,
That was just a made up story.
- No, the lantern's a made up story.
It's the bell that caused the great chicago fire.
In fact, it was this bell that was in the doorway
Of a bakery shop
That caused the great fire of london in 1666.
- Well, the owner is singed, but he'll live.
- Eh, sykes had more artifacts than these.
Where are the rest of them?
- Well, you can thank rising consumer confidence for that.
The owner already sold six of them.
- There's six artifacts out there loose in one city?
This is a disaster.
- Fortunately, everybody pays by credit card these days.
- So in a few minutes, we'll have names and addresses.
What could be easier?
- Eesh, no, don't say "easy."
We'll miss dinner completely.
- We do have one more problem.
The owner said that the guy who sold him the artifacts,
Jesse ashton, actually kept one for himself.
- An old smoking pipe.
- It could be sir walter raleigh's.
It allows you to travel through small bod--
- No, no, no, I snagged that in the '80s.
Although...Admiral byrd's pipe is still missing.
- Look, for all we know it could be cheech and chong's,
But since he kept it, it looks like our hoodrat house burglar
Thinks he might have an artifact.
- Okay, you two go after him, and--
Uh, Claudia, you and steve take half this list
And get the sunglasses, bird cage, and waffle iron.
Leena and I will take the other half
And get the golf clubs and violin.
Pete, you and Myka get that pipe.
And let's do it fast,
Otherwise this town is gonna have a very bad day.
But, wait!
We gotta do something about these artifacts.
- Well, maybe he just took the pipe
Because he wanted to look cool. - Smoking a pipe isn't cool.
- What? Hey, dan akroyd smokes a pipe.
- [laughs] oh, well, that changes everything then.
You know, I hope that jesse's as dopey as his accomplice.
[doorbell buzzing] - Careful, mykes, mykes.
We still don't know what the pipe does.
[buzz]
- You go.
[wind howling]
- Well,
I'm guessing one thing it does is remove ceilings.
- So, first mission for Donovan and Jinks since the big sleep.
You excited? - Yeah, sure.
- I can tell. You're practically bursting.
- No, it's just the last time we went artifact hunting,
I wasn't being kept alive by one.
Not that I'm not incredibly grateful
For the whole not being dead thing, but...
We still don't know the risks of the metronome.
- Oh, don't be such a debbie downside.
Look, we've got our youth. And a list.
You know what? I call scavenger hunt.
I bet I can snag more artifacts
On this list than you can, debbie.
- If I say no, you're gonna make me play anyways, aren't you?
- The challenger has accepted. - Right.
- Hi, there. Are you here for our summer-sational sale?
- Ooh, sale. There's a sale.
- Thongs give me a rash.
- We're looking for a jordan tivoli?
He might be sporting a new pair of sunglasses.
- Jordan normally works in the stock room.
Kind of a weird guy, but I haven't seen him for hours.
Why? - Have you noticed anything
Strange around here recently, perhaps the smell of fudge?
- That's the fudge factory next door--yum.
But now that you mention it, things have been falling off
Shelves a lot today,
And earlier I thought I heard someone sneeze,
But I was all alone here.
Could have been a panic attack, though.
I get those a lot.
[beep, beep, beep] - Excuse us.
- Uh, what was that? - I entered those sunglasses'
Info into the u.A.D. - The u.A.D.?
- Unsnagged artifact database.
So it says here the sunglasses might have belonged
To a john a. Macready.
Oh, he was the pilot who first developed ray-bans.
I guess his first pair worked so well
At reflecting light, they made the wearer
Invisible to the human eye.
- So you think an invisible jordan is just
Hanging around the store. Why would he do that?
- [screams]
[screams]
- And now I see why.
- There's a ghost in there!
- Who ya gonna call? [crackling]
- Okay, so the next door neighbor
Said she heard a loud crash about an hour ago
But thought it was the meth lab downstairs.
Nice neighborhood.
- Pete, just check out these burns.
I mean, they kind of look like lightning strikes.
- So something that controls lightning.
Did thor smoke a pipe?
- So where would a small-time thief go if he suddenly
Stumbled upon a powerful artifact?
- For starters, I'd use it to get an apartment with a roof.
- Oh--laptop. - Ah!
- I am gonna check the browser history.
- Look at you going all Claudia. - Uh-huh.
He was online an hour ago.
- Ooh.
Hey, mykes.
human anatomy.
I hope it has pictures.
And, it does.
- Pete? - Yeah.
- I think we know where he's going next.
[piano playing chopsticks]
♪
- I don't hear any violins.
- No, but according to the girl's mother,
Her lesson only started ten minutes ago,
So maybe we've got time to-- [violin music]
Or not.
- Much better, tia.
Keep the fingers curved.
And, again.
[violin music] [crackling]
- Stop playing! [buzz, crackling]
[pow] Stop it!
- Hey, she's just a beginner. - It's okay.
It's okay, we're with the department of--
- Of contagion.
Contagion.
Uh, this violin, was it bought at a pawn shop downtown?
- My mom bought it this morning.
- This--this isn't the avian flu, is it?
Or sars?
Get--get it out of here!
- It's okay, your mom sent us. - Yeah.
- Aren't you gonna quarantine her?
- Uh--er--um, wash your hands.
Okay, oh--napoleon.
It figures. - What?
- I'm fairly certain this is the violin napoleon played in exile.
If that girl would have hit a g-sharp,
This town would have erupted in a wave of violence
That would have made 13 vendemiaire
Seem like a street fair.
All right, one down. What's next?
- Uh, devil's lake golf and country club.
- A jew and a black woman go to a fancy country club.
All we need is a priest and a horse,
And we can do the whole joke.
- Hey, mykes, he says there's a guy out front who saw it.
- Pete, it's snowing.
Why is it snowing in the summer?
- It must be a residual effect of the pipe.
Kid could make a killing in palm springs.
- Yeah. Oh.
Excuse me, sir? Could you--
Could you tell us what happened?
- Some kind of rogue tornado.
One minute it's all clear, and the next--it's snowing.
It came out of nowhere. Thank god nobody was killed.
It's snowing.
- It is. Thank you for--for that.
Pete, um, here.
Check out this atm. I mean, that was--
That was jesse's target.
- All right, so--
He can make lightning and tornadoes and snow.
For a few thousand bucks, he almost killed a couple folks.
- Okay, what happened in his apartment,
That was an accident. This?
- He's learning how to control it.
A bad guy with this kind of power?
Talk about stormy weather.
[rock music]
♪
- It's not enough. It's not near enough.
♪
[wind howling]
[electric sizzle]
- Time to do some serious damage.
- Oh, lord, what's jesse done now?
- Mrs. Ashton, when was the last time you saw your son?
- It's been weeks. What's happened?
Well, then again, with the secret service after him,
Maybe I don't want to know.
- Well, he got his hands on something pretty dangerous,
So, anything you could tell us would help.
- Well, poor boy's always had a terrible temper.
It's brought him and us no end of trouble,
Even ever since he was little.
He never finished school, couldn't hold down a job.
Always blaming others for his own misfortunes.
I suppose there's just
Some things in this world you can't control.
- [clears throat] mrs. Ashton, I'm so sorry.
Could I trouble you for, um, a glass of water?
- Let me fix you a cup of tea. - Thank you.
- Wow, did you just use
The old "can I get a glass of water" move?
- Well, Pete, sometimes the classics work.
How many banks did we pass driving through town?
- Eh, I wasn't counting.
I saw three dairy queens, though.
- Look at these bills.
Pete, country sky was foreclosing on the ashton house.
Jesse could have hit any bank in town,
But he chose country sky.
- Yeah, the one his family owes money to.
I mean, it makes sense.
The kid's running a one-man occupy devil's lake.
- But that's the only branch in town, so--
Where does he go next?
- Mykes, he--he's making storms, right?
So maybe we don't need to predict his next target.
Maybe we just need to predict the weather.
- Oh, are you leaving?
- Yes, we have to go.
- Well, if you find jesse--
Please don't hurt him. He's still my son.
- Thank you. - Bye.
- No sign of the hollow man yet.
- Well, just keep your eyes open.
- [sighs] you do know he's invisible, right?
- Well, then keep your ears open.
- You know, you're really not supposed to be watching
The dressing room monitors.
I mean, it's corporate policy.
- Oh, it's okay. I'm a federal agent.
Also, I'm gay.
- Oh, my god. Do you watch revenge?
- No... - Steve.
Steve, I heard something.
- Claudia, he's right behind you.
- Wha--you can see him?
- Yeah, you're looking right at him.
- Where, exactly?
- He shows up on camera. - Wha--hey.
[thud] - Whoa.
- Check this out.
- Invisible to the naked eye, but not the digital one.
Huh.
All right.
Let's see.
Uh-huh.
Aha.
- I'm definitely having a panic attack.
- Cool shades.
- What's going on?
I can't see anything.
[zap]
Just a side effect of your peek-a-boo shades.
You'll be blind for twice as long as you were wearing them.
- But I had them on for hours.
I didn't hurt anyone. I was just--
- Window shopping, we know.
Your eyesight will come back,
But I'd say you lost your job for good.
You okay?
- Hmm? Oh, yeah.
Must just be sore from too much pop physique yesterday.
Come on, we've got more artifact shopping to do.
First point to you, poopypants.
- You know, I prefer jinksie.
- Thank you.
- Yeah, okay, so hank conway...
Checked in for his tee time, but nobody's seen him since.
- Artie, look. Artie!
- Golfers don't usually leave those lying around.
B.J.
Bobby jones. Oh, my god.
These are the clubs bobby jones used in the 1921 british open.
His temper got the better of him, he stormed off the course,
But not before throwing these clubs all over the green.
- Oh, well, we better
Keep them away from john mcenroe's tennis racket.
- [chuckles] yeah, but why are they just lying here?
Sand wedge--
Eh, uh, the 9-iron's missing.
I think conway's probably got it.
- I don't think so.
According to the photo we got off the internet--
- Uh-huh.
You must be mr. Conway.
Bit of a headache.
- Okay, so we are up and running.
So if the pipe creates storms, it also creates a, uh,
A low-pressure front, right? - Exactly.
And if jesse's raising the roof, we'll be able to track him
On weather radar.
- That's really smart, Pete. - Ha ha!
Man, I feel just like helen hunt in twister.
Bill paxton.
I mean I feel like bill paxton.
- Hey, helen? - Ugh.
- You wanna take a look at that?
- Oh, look at that. Looks like we got
A jesse front moving in from the northeast.
- Right, it's--it's, uh, centering on the corner
Of glenwood and eagle crest road.
- Okay. Watch this. - What are you doing?
Voice: After the beep, please say a command.
- Uh, destination glenwood and eagle crest.
Voice: Glenwood and eagle crest.
- See? - Oh.
- Thank you, clarice.
Now, could you whip me up some chocolate chip cookies?
[laughs]
Voice: You have arrived at your destination.
- Help! Help, he's crazy!
- Let me guess.
A rogue tornado came out of nowhere.
- Yeah. Threw the truck around
And knocked me out.
Next thing I know, some stupid kid is handcuffing me
To this railing. - Where is he?
- In there.
He's wasting his time.
It's an armored truck with a time lock.
He'll never break in.
[boom, crash]
- Yeah, keep telling yourself that.
- Just--you just-- just stay here.
- Oh, okay.
[whoosh, thunder, crackle] - Whoa.
[buzz, crackle, buzz]
- Jesse ashton?
Let us see your hands.
- Okay, look, kid.
You don't know what you're holding there.
- Really? I think it's a magic pipe
That lets me control the weather.
- Okay, maybe you do.
- Hand it over.
Jesse, listen, you don't understand.
- No, you don't understand.
I'm running out of time. I need this.
- Somebody could get hurt, kid.
- I know. It might even be you.
Heads up. [whistling]
- Hey, is that a--
That looks like a--
Look out, mykes!
[crash, boom]
- [coughs]
- Ow.
- [groans] oh...
Did he just drop a truck on us?
- Yeah.
And he'd better be gone!
- Yeah, you'd better be gone!
Yeah, he's gone.
- So--so, what, he--
He drops the armored truck, he--he--
Cracks it open, and--
Oh, yeah. Takes all the money inside.
- Yup. It's the piggy bank principle,
But on a bigger scale.
- Okay. There's something else going on with him, though.
Did you see the bandage on his arm?
I mean, it's kind of like the ones they use
When you get your blood drawn.
- Right, right. And, uh, but he had that, uh--
The medical book at his house.
- Right, the book on anatomy.
- Blood test. - Money.
- He said that he was running out of time.
- Pete, what if jesse's sick?
- I don't understand.
My wife's been begging me to take her golfing.
- Yeah, okay, wh--these clubs.
You bought these at the pawn shop downtown?
- I wasn't gonna get her a new set of callaways.
I want her to hate it.
Golf is my hobby.
It's my time to hang out with the guys.
- And somebody's supposed to stay home
And do the cooking and the cleaning?
- No, she's a terrible cook.
- I wonder why she hit you?
- Okay, so where is the 9-iron?
- Wha--after she whacked me with it?
- Yeah. - No idea.
- Okay, as long as she's got that 9-iron,
The slightest annoyance is gonna magnify into a furious rage.
My guess is she's taken a divot
Out of one of your hang-out buddies.
Where would they be right now?
- Oh, hey, janet.
Where's hank? We're gonna miss our tee time.
[thwack] Oh!
- Janet, what the hell?
- Every single weekend with you idiots,
And the christmas lights are still up!
[birds chirping]
- [whispering] what do you need?
- Hey, claud, look. Myka needs the--
- Psst! Quietly.
- [whispering] Myka needs the 32-bit decryption code thingy
To access the hospital records. - Yeah, got it.
Emailing now.
- Why are we whispering?
- 'cause of the killer birds.
[squawk, squeak, squawk]
- Right...
See ya.
- So sorry. Won't take a sec.
[birds calling, squawking] - Yeah, no rush.
At least now we know what the birdcage does.
- Okay.
The prius is backed up to the door.
On my count, you toss me the cage,
We sprint for the neutralizer tank in the trunk.
Easy peasy.
- What about woodstock and tweety
And all their friends?
He's got his eyes on my eyes.
[squawking]
- Yeah. Did you not hear me say "sprint"?
Okay, one--two--
Oh, this counts as my point in the scavenger hunt, right?
- Claudia. - Three!
[birds squawking, Claudia yelling indistinctly]
Oh, ah. God, they got me.
- Where? - Ah, right there.
- I don't see anything. - Are you sure?
- Yeah, there's not a scratch. You're okay.
- Oh, god, no.
This is karma for playing too much angry birds.
God, I can feel it. Ow.
- We were supposed to go to the flower show.
But no!
"I can't, dear. I've gotta spend
Eight hours getting drunk with my buddies!"
- Janet, please! - Put that club down!
- No. - Artie, be careful.
With that aura she could kill somebody.
- Oh, I can handle her-- whoa!
Oh, look, there's hank.
- Where?
[buzz] - Oh!
- All right, get the neutralizer from my bag.
[buzz, crackle]
Get the neutralizer now!
- Artie, just toss me the club.
- What? Just hand it over?
Sure, that's what everybody wants.
I do all the work!
And nobody knows.
I'm the one who risked everything,
Who was asked to sacrifice
[buzz, crackle] Everything that he loves!
And I can't even tell anyone
That I saved them.
Unh-ow.
Oh, thanks.
Eh, some bad juju on that club.
- Artie, what was that about?
- What was what about? - What you just said.
- Said about what? I don't, wh--I don't know.
- Artie, your anger was stemming from something very--
- Nothing. What? I'm always angry.
That's my raison d'etre. Ask anybody.
Grumble, grumble. Let's go!
[beeping]
[knock at door]
- Mrs. Ashton. - Did you find jesse?
- No.
We, um--we tracked jesse's medical records,
Thinking he had some sort of blood test,
But we found out that he's been making
Donations to a, um... Ronald ashton.
- For ronnie. His little brother.
- And--and that would be ronnie?
- Yes. I knew it.
We'd been getting donations anonymously.
They have a rare blood type.
Deep down, I knew it.
You see, jesse's not a bad person.
He's always loved his little brother.
- Mrs. Ashton, what-- what happened to ronnie?
- Heart infection.
Myocarditis.
He's taken a bad turn these past few days.
- Uh-huh.
Is that why jesse's robbing banks?
- He's what?
Oh, my god.
- Jesse's obviously trying to help, but, um.
People are getting hurt.
- Oh, we've been drowning in bills, but--
Oh, jesse, what are you doing?
- Paging dr. Gellar.
Dr. Gellar, please report to the o.R.
[thud] - Who are you?
What are you doing in my office?
- My brother, ronnie ashton.
The doctors said that he needed surgery.
I mean, we can pay for it now, okay?
- Money isn't the only issue-- - That is bull!
You and the insurance guys
And that stupid bank have been bleeding my mom dry
Since ronnie got sick.
- Look, with his condition,
We need to find a suitable donor.
Even then, there are--there are dozens of other factors--
- I-I don't care about other factors.
I can get you all the money you need.
Just fix my brother.
- It's more complicated than that.
- Then maybe I need to simplify it for you.
- [whimpers]
- Mrs. Ashton, we need to find jesse.
Do you have any idea--
- He's here, mykes.
- What? - Jesse.
He's in the hospital.
[thunder claps]
- Pete, the roof.
There's a storm forming over the roof.
- Whoo!
Whoo!
Now do you see what I can do?
[zap]
- Ah!
You shoot lightning too? That's our thing!
- Why won't you two leave me alone?
- Jesse, listen to me. We know why you're doing this.
Okay, we know about your brother!
- Then make them do it!
I can pay for it.
Ronnie cannot die.
- Yeah, but other people will
If you don't give us that pipe!
- No. No!
I'm in control now, for once.
Screw other people. You tell them
That they got one hour to start fixing ronnie,
Or I turn this hospital into a pile of rocks.
- No!
- Aah! - Uhh!
[wind howling]
[thunder rumbling]
- Look, you need to get everyone into the basement, all right?
- I can't fit an entire hospital full of patients
Into the basement. Can't you stop him?
- Look, I'm not a big fan of "give the terrorist
What he wants," but wouldn't it be easier
To just give his brother the surgery?
- I tried to tell him.
Ronnie's myocarditis is too advanced.
He needs a heart transplant.
- All right, so just pop a new ticker into the kid.
They do it every day. - Pete, finding a compatible
Donor heart is very difficult and specific.
- No, I know, I--
- We thought we had one last week,
But the organ wasn't viable.
We're still looking,
But the odds of finding a compatible heart
In the time that ronnie has now are--
[thunder rumbling] - Oh!
- Are not good. I get it.
- I'll talk to security about evacuation.
- Hey. - Hey.
There is a storm on the roof. What did we miss?
- Yeah, well, jesse's up there, and if the hospital doesn't
Give his brother a heart transplant in the next hour,
He's gonna level the place.
- So we missed a lot.
- We have to get up there and stop him.
- The trouble is, we just tried that,
And he just blew us off.
Eh, I don't mean he was being rude.
I mean he literally blew us off the roof.
- There's gotta be some way to get the drop on him.
- Actually, it's a little not by the manual,
And Artie would be pissed, but--we may have a solution.
- Jesse!
Look, I'm unarmed.
Okay, I-I don't want to hurt you, I just--
I just want to talk.
- Have they started surgery yet?
- They will.
Okay, they're looking as hard as they can for--for a--
[zap] Ah!
- That's close enough.
- Jesse, they need more time.
- No!
You've seen him! He's out of time.
- Look, what about everyone else?
Okay, what about the other patients downstairs?
- I don't care.
He's my little brother.
I don't understand-- I got the money.
Why won't they help him?
- Now you see me...
Now, you don't.
- Listen, ronnie's a good kid, okay?
He never did anything wrong. He's--he's smart,
He's funny, he's got a future, okay?
And I'm not gonna let
Some crappy, greedy hospital take that from him.
- Who's there?
- You can see me, can't you?
[grunts] - Get away from me.
- Pete! - [grunting]
I'm getting the feeling we're near the edge here, right?
- It's over, jesse.
Don't make me shoot you.
- Why won't they help him?
- They don't have a compatible heart.
The donor needs to be a perfect match.
- We're sorry, man.
Okay, just--
There's nothing anyone can do.
- Okay. I understand.
Tell ronnie--
I'm sorry.
I wish I was a better brother.
I wasn't ever there for him.
Now I can be.
- Jesse, no! Jesse, wait!
- What is it? Mykes!
Mykes, mykes, what happened?
- Pete. Pete. - Myka!
- He's--he's dead.
- Is it over?
- Yeah.
Mrs. Garner--
Jesse's a compatible donor, right?
I mean, he's a match for his brother ronnie?
- Get a gurney.
And page dr. Gellar.
I'll notify the o.R.
To get ready for an organ transplant.
- We couldn't save him, Pete.
- He got what he wanted, mykes.
He saved his brother after all.
- Ow, ow, ow, ow. Ow!
- You're such a wimp.
- Well, you know, it hurts.
Ooh. [laughs]
Naughty.
Hey, uh, that nurse was hot, right?
- Still having vision issues? - A little blurry.
- She was totally your type. I'll give her your number.
- Shwing.
- So, how's ronnie?
- Well, he's still in surgery, but the heart's a perfect match,
So they think it'll work.
- I just can't stop thinking about what--what jesse did.
You know, giving his brother a second chance like that.
- Yeah, the things we do for family, huh?
- Yeah. Well, now we can finally dot the "I"s on the end
Of walter sykes.
- Thank god. Oh, and hey--
Let's never mention dr. Evil's name again, shall we?
- [sighs] - Deal!
- Where's Artie and Leena?
- Already on their way back to the Warehouse with the booty.
- Well, who's hungry? - You are.
- At all times.
- Oh, there's this great diner in town.
We snagged maurice vermersch's waffle iron there earlier today.
Makes the greatest waffles in the world.
- Ooh, what's the downside?
- You can't have just one.
No, actually it makes your skin melt.
- Ooh, well, Pete love waffles.
- Oh, Myka. Can you tell me something?
Do I have a scratch on my neck? - Where?
- Right there.
- I don't see anything. You're fine.
- Yeah, really? That is so weird.
Ow!
God, what now?
[whimpers, growls]
[distant thud]
[footsteps]
- Okay.
I put the clubs next to buddy rich's drums.
The two energies should cancel each other out.
- As long as Pete can't find them
The next time he decides to build a putt-putt course
In the ovoid quarantine.
- Uh, Artie, about what you said
When you were under the influence of the club--
- Oh, yeah, I told you, it was nothing.
It was just the idle rantings of a crazy old Warehouse agent.
- I've known you a long time, arthur Nielsen.
And ever since sykes's attack, I've been seeing--
Something different.
And you don't have to tell me,
Okay, but whatever burden you're carrying, please...
Don't carry it alone.
- Hello. Yes, it's arthur.
Yes, I'm at the Warehouse. Where else would I be?
Uh, listen.
There's something that I need...Done,
And for various reasons I can't tell Pete or Myka.
Or anybody. Not yet.
Something I need done completely off the books.
[woof]
Not a word. [whines]
- Hmm? Um, no one.
Uh, yes, good. All right, good,
I'll send you the information.
Yeah.
Well, it's, uh-- I want you to find...
A certain artifact
Before it finds me.