- Previously on Warehouse 13...
- [gasps]
- He killed my friend.
- An alchemist used a stone to keep my body from aging.
- If I blow your heart out of your chest,
Do you think that'll stop you?
- I'm gonna guess that's charlotte.
- No!
- Myka!
- A poisoned dart.
- A 15-year-old boy?
- Yeah, nick powell.
- Why don't you come back to south dakota with us?
- Nick, hey. How's it going, man?
[thunder rumbles]
- We could be looking at ovarian cancer.
- [sighs]
- Hey, mykes. - Hey.
What are you doing up?
- It's time for my 3:00 a.M. Sandwich.
- It's 1:00 a.M..
- I'm still on east coast time.
What's your excuse?
Oh, wait, no, no.
No, no, no.
Let me guess.
You're re-reading the manual.
Again.
- Do you remember our first night here?
- [sighs]
- It was all so new and exciting.
A world of endless wonder.
I'm just so glad that we got to see it.
- Okay, what's wrong?
- Pete, I have cancer.
- No.
[cries]
No.
You went to the doctor three days ago,
And--and you're just telling me now?
[mocking] I have cancer.
[overlapping] You're just telling me now?
Myka, are you gonna die?
[laughs]
Myka?
Is something wrong?
- What?
No. Ha.
No, I was just thinking
About...Stuff.
Let's go get you your sandwich.
- Yeah.
- Shh.
Shh. We can't wake up Pete. - Why?
- Because I'm starving.
I'm about to steal his 3:00 a.M. Sandwich.
- Okay. - Hey, claud.
Uh, steve was looking for you earlier.
- Yeah. No, I gathered from his copious texts,
Emails, and phone calls.
- Hello! - Oh, so close!
Why aren't you asleep?
- Sleep is for suckers, okay?
It's hoagie time up in here.
- Ah, listen, we got a ping! A big one!
This is something I've been after a long time.
This is an old--nick?
You're here...Listening.
- Yeah, uh, Claudia and I just got back--
- That's nice. It's late.
You look tired.
I th--
I thought you told me you would find a place for him
That was not here.
- Well, yeah, I mean, there aren't a lot of alternatives
To foster care for a kid like nick.
I've got a little more digging to do, but--
- Then good, go dig.
And listen, in case nobody's ever told you this
The Warehouse happens to be a secret!
- Oh, good. Thank you.
Let me warm that up for you.
- Whoa, whoa! No! - Sucker.
- Come on, let's go, let's go, let's go.
- Wait, is there any way
That this ping could wait until tomorrow?
- No, no, can't wait. I've been waiting for years.
We have to act right now.
- Or what, you won't make Warehouse employee of the month?
- Of the century!
Listen, we let this slip through our fingers right now,
We may never get it again.
Or worse, somebody could swoop in and claim it.
- Swoop in and claim what?
- It's the treasure of roaring dan seavey.
- Roaring d--who? - He's a pirate.
A pirate who stole a collection of artifacts from Warehouse 12.
And we are gonna steal them back.
During the transition between Warehouse 12 and Warehouse 13
The hms avalon, which was a cargo ship,
Was laden with artifacts.
It was besieged off the atlantic coast by pirates.
- Led by roaring dan seavey,
These brigands looted the avalon,
Absconding with several crates of artifacts
And claiming the life of agent david wolcott.
- [chuckles] oh, man.
Killed by a pirate?
That's how I wanna go out.
Ooh!
- So whatever happened to dan seavey?
- Vanished for 100 years.
No Warehouse agent has ever been able to find him
Or the artifacts that he stole.
But I have a lead.
This is 1/2 of a puzzle box
That was actually built by roaring dan.
I, 18 years ago, borrowed it from the smithsonian.
And I know that when
The two halves of the box are put together,
It will somehow reveal where his hideout is.
- Now, when you say "borrowed"--
- And dan was notoriously pa--no.
Paranoid about the location and protecting his stash.
- So I'm assuming that your lead
Is the other half of that puzzle box?
- Yes, that's right.
I managed to trace it
To a black market dealer in antiquities,
And I finally convinced him to let us buy his half.
Ha!
One condition.
We have to meet this dealer in upstate new york
In exactly five hours or the deal is off.
- Why so small a window?
- Well, black market dealers,
They tend to be a little skittish.
They don't want to give time for their buyers
To bring the authorities.
But now we need to get a move on
And shuffle off to buffalo.
- Ah, yes, buffalo. Birthplace of the hot wing.
- Healthiest part of the chicken.
- [yawns]
- Well, well, well. She lives.
- Mm. What is all this stuff
And does it have anything to do with me?
- Backlog mission reports
And, no, I drew the short straw,
But you're welcome to help. - Mm. Pass.
Oh, by the way, thanks for maxing out
My voice, text, and data plans, mr. Cyber stalker.
- Well, if I was stalking you I would have known
Where you were at 1:00 in the morning.
- I took nick to a dead rent concert,
And it's a long drive back from featherhead, mom.
- Still, wouldn't have killed you to call.
- Okay.
You, sir, are in an official snit.
What gives?
- It's nick. - What about him?
- He's been here three days,
And I still haven't heard an honest word from him.
Even a simple question like "where are you from?"
He dodges it like a bullet.
- Huh. A kid from the streets lying to an adult he just met.
That never happens.
- You need to be more careful around him.
- He's 15 and homeless.
He's withdrawn, guarded, mistrustful.
Three of my best friends at that age.
- And I get that you wanna protect him. I do.
All I'm saying is just...
Keep your eyes open, okay?
- And do you think you could maybe be a little more
Older brother and less big brother?
- Mm-hmm.
- Okay, deal.
Now I must go bathe in caffeine.
- Was everything all right?
[English accent] - I'm in, aren't I?
- I'll text you when we're a go.
This one can't be traced.
And don't forget to floss, dear.
- Yes, mother.
[mysterious music]
♪
- Can you sense it? Can you feel it?
We're this close to solving an historic Warehouse mystery.
- I don't know, kind of a strange place
To be selling a priceless antiquity.
- You're right, we should be looking
For a quaint little storefront-- ye olde black market.
- Any idea what this dealer looks like?
- No, but when we find him, my name is mr. Fisher.
You got it? Fisher. - Fisher.
- That's him.
It's on.
[birds chirping]
- Agent Jinks, hey, just the guy I want to see.
Um, you got a sec?
- I'm kind of busy, nick.
Maybe later?
- Next time you feel like calling me a liar,
Why don't you just do it to my face?
- Okay, so...Claudia told you about our conversation.
It's just-- - 'cause you're right.
I haven't been honest with you. I'm really sorry.
You guys have been like... Really nice.
And I'm not used... To people being nice.
What I am used to is lying...
Stealing...
Getting beaten up
And not being able to trust another living soul
For what feels like 500 years, and I--
I'm just--I'm so-- so damned tired of it.
All I want is for, like, a normal life.
- That's the first honest thing you've said to me
In three days.
Oh! Uh, okay.
We're doing this now.
- Uhh. [sniffling]
I'm--I'm sorry.
Um...
I'm sorry that I've been a pain in the ass.
Um, can I, like, buy you lunch or something?
My treat. Well, Claudia gave me the money, but...
- Well, thanks, but I got paperwork.
- Yeah, looks like mountains of it.
- Yep, never ends.
- You're here for the puzzle box.
Mr. Nielsen. - My name is fisher.
- I can verify that. Clyde fisher.
Woman: Your name is arthur Nielsen.
- We know that voice.
Pete Lattimer. Myka Bering.
- Charlotte dupres.
- What the hell are you doing here?
- I've come to make a deal.
Roaring dan seavey's puzzle box.
Exquisite, isn't it?
- It's kind of a coincidence that you have it,
Don't you think, char?
- I collect items of historical significance,
Mr. Lattimer.
And what a storied past lies behind this little beauty.
- Could we just please move this along?
- When we last met, you people broke into my home.
You stole from me. And, oh, yes...
You shot me,
Which might explain my being cautious.
- Okay, you started it with the shotgun.
- Nevertheless, if you want my half,
It's going to cost you.
- Good, fine-- what's the price?
- Oh, no, no, I'm not interested in chump change, mr. Nielsen.
No, no, I have got my eye on a far greater prize.
- What do you want?
- Dan seavey was one of the most successful pirates
Of his time.
His unrecovered fortune would be worth, whew,
Tens of millions today.
But, you see, I need your half
Of the puzzle box to get it.
- We don't have the puzzle box. - I don't have it.
- Oh, please.
It was stolen from the smithsonian
18 years ago by a man wielding a ray gun,
Which, at the time, sounded positively absurd,
Until you two zapped me with one!
So...Thought I'd put my half up for sale
And see if I could smoke you out.
- Oh, f-fine! We have half the puzzle box!
Our half, not for sale.
- Hmm. Thought as much.
But, you see, I would be willing
To combine our respective halves
And split dan's fortune 50/50.
Now, you can't say that's not fair.
Partners?
- Can we just-- - Wait, wait, wait.
Whoa, whoa, whoa. - We'll just--
Give us a second. - Here we go, here we go.
- No, no, hold on. Hold on.
- You're not seriously considering this, are you?
- Yes, I am.
She holds the key to the lost artifact.
- Those artifacts have stayed lost for 100 years.
- I know.
- They will keep for another 100.
- No, no, you don't understand. Listen--
- Listen to me. This woman is clearly a liar.
- Listen, there is a reason
That she has dragged us here to buffalo.
- I'm telling you, the wings are legendary.
Put some ranch dressing on 'em--
- Will you--
- Hey...Just-- just stay cool.
- Listen to me.
Roaring dan targeted chips from the atlantic
To the great lakes.
And charlotte must have evidence
That his stash is somewhere in this region.
We cannot risk her finding the artifacts
Without us there.
- Keep your enemies closer.
- [sighs] yes. And don't worry...
She won't be with us for very long.
All right, ms. Dupres.
Partners.
[bloop]
So...Where were we?
- We were partners. Where the hell have you been?
- Well, Artie wouldn't stop at a single denny's.
- [laughing]
You have it everywhere.
- [chuckles]
Ah, what would I do without you?
Okay, wait a minute. There's that look again.
Myka, what's-- what's wrong?
- On my physical, the doctor found something.
I have cancer.
- No!
- Myka, Myka, Myka, Myka, Myka.
[laughs] Earth to Myka.
Why do you keep zoning out on me?
What is with you today?
- Nothing. No.
There's-- there's nothing wrong.
Let's just stay focused on the mission.
- No, not until you tell me what's wrong.
- Pete, just forget it, okay?
- Pete...Myka, come here and look at this.
Come here, come here, come here, come here.
Look at this.
[laughs]
I gotta say, I'm very excited.
[mechanical whirring]
- What the hell? What is that, the...
Combination to davy jones' locker?
- No, I think it's, uh...
Longitude and latitude. They're coordinates.
[whirring and clicking]
[clicking]
- No. No!
- So, what, is this puzzle box a one-shot deal?
- Wait a minute. Tell me you got it.
- You have to ask?
[thunder rumbling]
- Okay, this is about as specific as it gets.
It's somewhere within 100 yards of here.
- Looks like somebody was a bit too literal
About taking his secrets to the grave.
- It's a good place to hide a lifetime of plunder.
- All right, we're gonna cover more ground if we split up.
Charlotte, you two go that way
And just shout if you find anything.
- You do the same. - All right.
- Hey, Artie. - Yeah?
- We're not gonna have to dig up any dead bodies, are we?
'cause I promise you, it only looks cool in the movies.
- Yeah. Dan put the coordinates in the puzzle box for a reason.
There's gotta be something here.
All right, Pete, you check that way.
- Yeah.
[thunder rumbling]
- Artie...
- What?
- Jonathan p. Tann.
That was the name of his first mate, right?
- Yeah. - Seaman.
- Yeah. Mm, please.
- His headstone, it's not made of stone.
- No, this is molded concrete.
A more secure puzzle box, perhaps.
Auguste rodin's sculpting tools.
They have the power to reveal shapes
Hidden inside objects.
- Hey, how come that bag always has exactly--
- Ah, ah, ah, ah. You'll jinx it.
- Well, that doesn't look like a treasure.
- Looks like an electric meter.
- "n-f-p-c"--
- Shh.
First, we have to lose charlotte
And the giant.
And then-- [electricity buzzing]
Aagh!
- What the hell?
[buzzing] Aah!
Uhh!
- I knew I couldn't trust you.
Thank you, lars, and thank you, Warehouse 13.
- Hey. Okay. So which would you prefer,
Sandy beaches or rocky mountains?
Because I just found two kick-ass youth shelters
In miami and-- - Whatever.
The sooner I get away from your partner, the better.
- What?
Why? What happened?
- Steve and I just got into it something fierce.
- That seems...
God, he said he'd be cool.
- Well, I guess not.
And no matter what I say,
That guy's never gonna believe me.
- Hey... [scoffs]
Let me handle him, okay?
Come here.
[all grunting]
- Well, that was shocking.
- Duplicitous minx!
She double-crossed my double-cross.
- Look, we know where she went, though, right?
I mean, uh, n.F.P.C.
- Niagara falls power company.
Construction began in 1897,
The same period that roaring dan was active in this area.
I think his stash has gotta be be buried under here.
- Ah, an uber-rich loner with a secret underground lair.
- Right? Like who is this guy, spider-man?
- What? Oh, my god, no!
Spider-man lives in queens with his aunt. Batman--
- Pete, moderate your comic-con panel later!
- What's comic-con? - [whimpers]
- Whoa.
You know what I think?
Nikola tesla designed a lot of this.
- Hey, guys. - Yeah?
- These--these meter thingies.
They look just like the one that was in that headstone.
- You know what? You're right.
And I'll bet one of these is the key to dan's hideout.
- Guys, I think charlotte already found it.
Wonder if...
[strange whining sound]
[clang]
- [gasps] - Avast, me hearties.
Let's go snag us some arr-tifacts.
- Yes, indeed.
- [laughs]
- Yeah, just tell him that Steve Jinks called. Thanks.
- Hey...I was just about to come looking for you.
- What's up? - You know, I think you and I
Need to have some serious words about nick.
- Sure, but...
Is that alarm coming from your computer?
That sounds like the intruder alert you told me you set up.
[faint pinging]
- We gotta get to the Warehouse.
- If charlotte got here ahead of us,
She could have already found the Warehouse 12 crates.
- Artie, relax. She'd probably just mistake 'em
For a bunch of junk and-- - Whoa, whoa, whoa!
- It's lars.
- He's dead.
- That never happens at comic-con.
- I'm no doctor, but I'm-- I'm pretty sure
The human head is not supposed to twist like that.
- His neck is broken.
- Well, given the unnatural angle,
I would say his neck was forcibly snapped.
He must have died instantly.
You know, I think that...
Myka, what's wrong?
- What? Nothing's wrong!
Look, just judging by the dagger in his hand,
I mean, he and charlotte must have
Turned on one another, right?
- There's no blood on the dagger.
He never got a chance to use it.
- [chuckles] okay, wait, I'm sorry.
All right, are we saying that charlotte
Took out a guy over a foot taller than she is?
- Well, look at his body position.
He was obviously running up the stairs to get out.
Maybe--what, maybe charlotte
Found an artifact and used it on him?
- All the more reason for us to snag and bag him
Before she uses an artifact on us.
- Who else could the intruder possibly be if not nick?
- I don't know, can you wait until we get in there
Before you start pointing fingers?
- Okay, when was the last time you saw him?
- Oh, my god, nick knows nothing about the Warehouse, okay?
Also, I've got this place locked down
Tighter than Mrs. Frederic's weave.
Only person who gets past my security protocols is me.
- Okay, but if he could,
What would he have to do first to break in,
Cut the power to Artie's office or something?
- Well, yeah. I mean, technically...
Yeah. But if the lights are on out here,
Chances are they're still gonna be on in...
This proves nothing.
- There's gotta be a glitch somewhere.
- Freaky. Everything looks normal.
Let there be light.
- Can you tell if there's anyone out there?
- If there's anything I can't do, I'll let you know.
Fyi, there's not. [typing]
- Thermal imaging. - Yeah, okay, that blue spot
Is the dark vault, a breezy 66 degrees.
All good there.
That red zone, the lehmann fornax,
A balmy 120. - There.
- Oh, the bronze sector?
Yeah, since everyone there is technically still alive,
They radiate faint traces of heat.
- Right.
- Where are you going?
- Well, to check the bronze sector.
With all those heat signatures in flux,
It's a perfect hiding spot. - I'm going with you.
- No! No, no, no. No, no.
I need your eyes up here watching my back.
Just give me a shout if you see anybody coming my way.
- Uh...
Seriously doubt it.
But take this.
This is nuts.
- Artie, you have to wait until we can clear the room!
- Don't worry. We're fine.
Nothing is gonna kill you, Myka.
- I know what you're thinking.
- You do?
- Yeah, charlotte whacked lars so she could keep
All of roaring dan's loot for herself.
- Yeah, you read my mind.
- Guys, come here. Look at this.
[hinges squeak]
- Ah.
[chuckles]
Well, shiver me timbers.
- Look at this.
It looks like dan tried to replicate
The interior of his ship, the wanderer.
- Doesn't look like charlotte's been here yet.
- [whimpers]
- Well...
Let's hope.
- Think dan lived here?
- Most historians say he died in 1949,
But the truth is he fell off the map decades earlier.
- Guys!
Check out bonesy mcdead over here!
- Roaring dan seavey, I'd imagine.
- Oh, it's him all right. Take a look at this.
During the raid on the ship avalon,
It's said he lost a couple of fingers.
- And scored some serious bling in--
- We're here for artifacts, not treasure.
Look around.
- You know what? There's no point
In the three of us searching the same room.
I'm gonna check out the hall.
- [sighs]
[phone ringing]
- Hey, I'm running a diagnostic
On the Warehouse systems and--
- Claudia, check the thermal imaging.
In caretto-0101.
I think there's somebody behind me--hurry.
- Checking right now.
Oh, my god, jinksy, watch your six.
- Oh, my god.
Oh, my god, no.
- Steve, what is it? - Claudia, go.
Get the hell out of the Warehouse, now!
- What? Why? What's...
- You're dead.
She killed you!
[crash over phone]
Steve!
Jinksy!
Aah!
Marcus.
- You remember me.
That's good.
- No.
No. Uhh!
- Children shouldn't play with guns.
[clank]
[both grunting]
[clatter]
- Uhh! - Ohh!
How'd you kill your bodyguard?
- I didn't. We were attacked!
- By whom? - I don't know!
But we're not the only ones down here!
[panting]
- If roaring dan actually tried to replicate
The original cabin, these captains, they--
They often had escape hatches down to the cargo hold
So that if their ship was under attack,
They could go down there, grab their plunder,
And get the hell out.
- So we look for a hidden passage.
I love hidden passages!
- This...
That could have a false bottom...
And hide a passageway.
- Whoo hoo hoo!
Man, my timbers are shiverin'.
Did it just get cold in here?
- Ah, what's that?
What the--ohh! Agh! Oh!
[grunting] - Holy crap!
[Artie grunting]
Artie!
[zapping]
Uhh!
- [grunting and gagging]
- [roars]
- [gagging]
[clanging]
- [roars]
- Uhh!
- It's the noise. The noise, Artie, the noise!
The noise is its kryptonite. Make noise!
[banging] Aah! Aah!
[bell clanging] Aah!
Aah! Aah!
Aah!
- [screeches]
[roars]
[clatter]
- Artie, Artie, Artie, Artie, Artie.
- [coughing] - Are you all right?
- [strained] yeah. - Are you all right?
- Think so.
What the hell was that?
- I don't know. [buzzing]
- Artie, listen. I found charlotte.
She claims--get this-- that some sort of smoke monster
Killed her bodyguard.
- Yeah, it just tried to kill me too.
- I know, right? She's--
Wait, what?
- I'll explain later. Just get here now.
Hurry!
- [whimpers]
Ah! 20 miles of Warehouse,
I find the one dead end.
- Oh... - [gasps]
- Wrong turn.
- I killed you. You can't be here.
- Yet here I am.
- What did you do with steve?
- Oh, I replaced his ghostly pallor
With a nice bronze glow.
- You bronzed him? Why?
What the hell do you want?
[buzzing]
- [chuckles]
Nice try.
[whoosh]
[grunting]
[crowd] ♪ should auld acquaintance be
- No, the dagger wasn't a weapon.
It was treasure that he picked up.
- Exactly--treasure.
Exactly the same as when I moved these coins.
That's when it came again. - No, it was like
A really angry shadow. - Exactly.
- A shadow that protects treasure.
Doesn't that seem, I don't know, strange to you?
- Nuh-uh. - Uh-uh. Seen stranger.
Not really. - I've seen stranger.
- Artie! - Yeah?
- That thing, it went down under the carpet,
Into the floor, now...
If its job is to guard dan's stash...
- Then there-- there could be a hatch...
- Yeah.
[laughs]
- Okay, we can...
[grunting]
Okay, you know what?
There's gotta be some kind of mechanism
That unlocks this thing.
Go, look for a switch!
- Hey, guys...
Check it out.
Look alive, ye scurvy dogs!
There be stormy seas ahead!
- Why do you always have to--
Aah aah!
[crashing] Uhh!
- Found the switch.
- [groans]
- Hang on, jinksy.
[beeping]
Artie and his stupid spit locks.
[muttering]
Oh, my god.
[panting]
Prepare to be bypassed.
- [coughing] - You all right there, Artie?
- Oh, I'm fine. The floor broke my fall.
- Oh, my god.
[laughs]
This is it. Dan's fortune.
- Oh, my god, Artie. You did it!
We found it! - No, we--we did it!
Finally the Warehouse 12
Missing artifacts.
We--wait, first...
First, we have to find the artifact
That is causing that smoke thing killer to come--
- Right, and bag it before tall, dark, and neck-snappy shows up.
Copy that. - Okay, Artie,
How are we supposed to find the artifact
That's causing this if we're not supposed
To touch anything? - No, I know.
Look at the outside of the crates.
They all have-- they all have, look.
They have manifests. Just check those out.
Maybe one of them will have a clue.
- I'm not seeing anything that says
"causes murderous smoke monster" on any of these labels.
How about you, myks?
- Me, neither, but, look-- it's gotta be here somewhere.
So just keep looking.
- What the hell are you doing?
- I didn't do anything? - Uh, her.
- Oh...Nothing.
Just checking my emails.
- This was never about dan's treasure.
Was it, charlotte?
This has always been about the artifacts.
- Artifacts? What artifacts?
- The artifacts that you knew somehow were down here
That you used us to find! - What are you talking about?
I was only ever here for the--
All: No, no, no!
- [roaring]
- No, no, no!
[overlapping shouts]
- Make noise! Make noise!
That's what's gonna scare it!
Make noise! Aah!
[all banging and shouting]
It's not working!
Aah!
[all shouting]
- Oh, my god, she's-- - Dead.
- So I take it back.
Being killed by a pirate is a crappy way to die.
- Really?
Is there a good way?
- What's with her? - I don't know.
Something's...
So I guess sound isn't what chased off
Old slim shady after all, but what made him run?
- I don't know, I think it's maybe just a question of pitch.
Of maybe it's the composition of the brass.
I think we need the bell. - What the hell was that, Artie?
- Smoke? I don't know. But from everything I've seen,
I think it's some kind of psychic extension
Or projection.
- Projection of who?
- Roaring dan seavey.
When that smoke monster thing was choking charlotte,
I noticed that it only had three fingers on one hand,
Just like the skeleton upstairs.
- So even from the grave,
Dan's keeping an eye on his booty.
Now all we need to do is find out
What artifact he used.
- All right, let's just keep looking at the manifest.
And--carefully!
Because we don't want to touch anything.
- I got thaddeus cahill's telharmonium keyboard,
Which causes synesthesia. No.
- Uh, robert the bruce's tartan inspires unyielding defiance.
- Guys...This box is empty.
- What?
Uh, one jewel-studded unicursal hexagram amulet
Belonging to aleister crowley.
- Aleister crowley? The guy from the ozzy song?
- Yes. Yes, you're right, actually.
Aleister crowley. He was a notorious occultist
Who spent much of his life studying and mastering the art
Or astral projection,
Which he considered essential in the quest
For the discovery of one's true will.
- So dan's one true will
Is protecting his treasure after his death.
- And--and he was a frustrated tenor
Who could never hit high "c"!
- What? - The bell.
That was a perfect high "c."
Oh, come on, tell me you could hear that.
- What bell? - All right, so--so--so--
Crowley's amulet allowed our favorite pirate to project,
But where is it?
- [muttering] it was an amulet
That was a hexagram.
A hexagram is a six-pointed star, so...
- Oh, my god. Oh, my god!
In the skeleton's hand upstairs there was a hexagram!
- You know how a ladder works, right?
- Yes.
[electronic beeping]
- There is no limit to my genius.
- Yes.
Ahh.
What the...
Hello, unusual and out of place.
What...
Come here.
- Can you just tell him that Steve Jinks called?
- Hey, I was just about to come looking for you.
- Is that alarm coming from your computer?
It sounds like the intruder alert you told me you set up.
Okay, but if he could,
What would he have to do first to break in,
Cut the power to Artie's office or something?
- Technically, yeah.
You know, but if the lights are on out here,
Chances are they're still on in there.
- Since everyone there is technically still alive,
They all radiate faint traces of heat.
- With all those heat signatures in flux,
It's a perfect hiding spot.
- Uhh!
[panting]
Well, jinksy,
It turns out you were r--
Who the hell are you?
[buzzer]
Jinksy, thank god you're still there.
- Uh, where else would I be?
I gotta get these mission logs done
Before Artie gets back.
Yeah, I knew that we were backlogged,
But this is gonna take weeks.
- Oh, yeah, you've been whammied too.
Check your pockets.
- Okay.
What's this?
- Just bag it. Hurry!
[whoosh]
- Uh...
Claud, are you gonna fill me in?
- Franz mesmer's magnets.
They create illusion through the power of suggestion.
I'll give you one guess who slipped them to us.
- Nick?
Oh, thanks, but I got paperwork.
- Looks like mountains of it.
[echoing] Looks like mountains of it.
- Yep.
- He used them to make me think that he was you.
And then he used... Me, steve!
I-I trusted him! I let him into our home,
And you-- I mean, you warned me!
God, but I just--
- You did what you thought was right.
- Yeah, well, now that little pissant's
Loose in the Warehouse.
- What's he after? - Uh--uh--
A bronze sector prisoner, some geezer named...
[buzzing]
- [british accent] spoilers.
- Claudia!
- Don't!
- How long have you known about the Warehouse?
- You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
- I am way past believing anything
You have to say.
- Look, I wish that I didn't have to lie to you.
But you'll understand later.
- You're making a big mistake, nick!
I mean, there's a reason that guy was bronzed,
Whoever he is-- he's dangerous!
- I know!
But I need him!
[beeping]
I'm sorry, Claudia.
[beeping]
[rapid beeping]
[machine humming]
[buzzer]
- [speaking german]
- Okay, okay, now, listen.
Soon as I touch this amulet,
Pete, bell.
Myka, bag. You got it?
- Ready. - Okay.
Bag! Myka!
Aagh! Argh!
- Artie!
[Artie and Pete choking]
- No!
- Agh! Aah! - [roaring]
- [grunting]
- How do I stop it, Myka?
What do I do? Tell me quickly!
- Put the amulet in the bag!
- [roars]
- [panting]
- Huh?
- Okay. Not dead.
Wow.
- I imagine she gets that a lot.
- At least once every hundred years.
Allow me reintroduce myself.
I am the countess of st. Germaine.
Sutton's wife.
- [laughing]
Who's sutton?
- He was the count who--
Who died in paris.
- I had no idea that thing was even down there.
Get in, get out-- that was the plan.
- In our business, things almost never go as planned.
- Wait. - Uhh!
Ohh...
- So in paris, sutton...
The...Little weasel.
He--he faked his own death too, didn't he?
- Well, it comes in handy when things get dodgy.
It's easier to-- to disappear
When everybody thinks you're dead.
- But you didn't.
You came back, and you saved us.
Why?
- I have dealt with agents since the ottoman empire
Hosted the Warehouse in 1651.
Alexi from Warehouse 11 killed me twice.
But you three...
You--you were the first ones
That risked your own life to save mine.
It would seem that even the Warehouse has evolved.
- Wait, wait. Not--not so fast, countess.
You may have misjudged us, but the jury's still out on you.
What were you looking for in that Warehouse 12 crate?
The philosopher's stone.
- From harry potter.
- From the magnum opus.
It's said that that stone can turn base metal into gold.
- Among other things. Sutton said that a stone
Kept him from aging.
- Not just him. - Clearly.
And now you've got...
Do you mind?
Oh, just half the stone? Where's the other half?
- I don't know. But I need to find it.
- Uh-huh, and then what?
Unlimited power?
- Power?
[laughing] no.
- Then what do you want?
- Just to be like you. Like...Everyone else.
I-I want to be mortal.
- You want to give up immortality?
- Wait a minute.
Are you crazy? I mean, who wouldn't want to live forever?
You might get to see the browns win a super bowl.
- The things you've seen.
Imagine what you will see.
Imagine what you could accomplish.
- Yes, yes, but now imagine everyone you have ever known,
Or will know, dying.
Imagine never allowing yourself to get close to somebody
Because they don't understand.
"why don't you age?"
Imagine the loneliness and the solitude
And the isolation.
And then imagine watching your only child
Go through that forever.
That's why we had to try to get into the...
- Had to go into...
Only child...
Nick. Oh, my god. Nick--nick is your son!
- He's been 15 for...
- Over 500 years.
Immortality...
Is his prison.
I've spent centuries trying to release him from it.
My son deserves a real life.
He deserves to fall in love with somebody,
To grow old with somebody, to--
- To die.
He'll die.
You know that, right?
'cause that's what us, we mere mortals, do.
We die.
And sometimes, it's not pretty.
[crying] it's ugly and it's messy and it's painful.
[sniffles]
- Myka what was that?
- It's nothing.
- No.
No.
We've been friends way too long.
Cards on the table.
- I have cancer.
Is that it? I mean...
You're not gonna yell or cry...
[sobbing]
[bell ringing]
- [coughing]
Claudia!
- Why is nick at the b&b?
- We wanted something from you,
Something I wasn't sure that you'd give.
- Well... [buzzing]
- Yeah?
- Artie, you guys need to get back here right now.
Nick broke into the Warehouse
And released one of the bronze sector prisoners,
A guy names Paracelsus.
- The alchemist.
Yeah, well, he was bronzed for a reason.
Probably a good one. Where are they now?
- They're gone. - Gone?
Oh, no, no. That's not the plan.
Nick said they'd wait.
He would have told me if things had changed.
- Artie... He destroyed the bronzer.
And, look...
He bronzed Claudia.
- What did you do?
- [gasps]