Now, in addition to all the museums and art galleries and other great stuff
here in our nation's capital,
there's one thing you're gonna love probably more than anything else.
The dinosaurs.
This way. Stick together.
Agent Bering? Hi, Chet Greenfield.
Hello.
Sorry I'm late. No problem.
My assistant said you double checked everything yesterday.
I did, but I'd like to run a full review before we lock it down.
Sure.
With you. Me?
You're the boss. I'd like to avoid any chain-of-command confusion.
I tell you, and it gets done. Shall we start in the main hall?
Well, I understand, but I'm pretty booked up at the moment.
I apologize for the inconvenience.
I'll clear my schedule.
I'd appreciate it.
Morning, Kacey.
I just figured out who you are. You're a fireman.
Mmm-hmm.
No? Come on.
You know absolutely everything about me.
Well, that's because you talk a lot.
Gordon, this is Agent Bering, with the Secret Service.
Gordon Letanik? And what's this?
An Aztec blood stone. The boss of virgin sacrifices.
Handsome devil. I'm just cleaning him for the reception tonight.
Agent Bering wants the Group D artifacts moved to the west wall.
They're blocking an exit.
Lose Tuvalu and Malta, move Britain to the back.
If it still doesn't fit, see me and we'll cut something else.
Yes, sir. I'll just finish up.
What's next?
The main floor bathrooms.
I'll need the plumbing pulled again.
Ow!
I would try to sneak you in, but the Secret Service will be there
and they can be jerks.
So I've heard. Call you soon.
You promise? Promise.
Bye now. Bye.
Champagne?
Thank you.
Champagne?
Status check on Eagle.
Who's on Emerald entrance?
Me, Morris.
Why aren't you at Emerald?
Well, because I'm here.
How's home base?
We're calling home base "Magenta."
Well, I'm not.
You changed the protocol. I tweaked it.
I wrote it. And I didn't use colors.
Why weren't you at my briefing?
I was vetting one of the servers.
Screwing off is more like it.
Well, you say potato.
Get back to Emerald.
You're not my superior.
Dickinson gave this to me. I'm running it.
Meeka. Myka.
Myka.
Mmm-hmm.
I get vibes.
Sorry?
This isn't some run and gun that you're used to in Denver.
Get to the point, Lattimer.
Dickinson gave you this shindig with my protocol
because my specialty is logistics, framing.
And I kid you not, there is something really off in here.
Eagle at Magenta. Mr. President, wait a moment, please.
This is Bering, Eagle is free to enter.
Negative, negative. This is Lattimer.
Hold Eagle at five until further. Copy?
Copy that. Holding Eagle.
Get back to Emerald.
Look, Myka,
why don't you pull your head out of your "Magenta" and feel the room?
Something's off.
Listen, Showboat. Nothing's off.
The room is fine. Everything is fine. Now take your vibe and go.
Enjoy your party. I will.
I want a perimeter check ASAP.
Emerald clear. Peach clear.
- Orange clear. - Gold clear.
Crimson clear.
Blood.
Pete? What are you doing here?
Working.
Is there a fire?
Mmm-mmm.
Excuse me, sir. Wait just a second.
Secret Service. This is...
Gotta go. Excuse me! Excuse me!
That's an okay for Eagle to enter.
Affirmative.
Clear Eagle.
Freeze!
Drop the knife.
Hold your fire!
Seriously, Gordon, drop the knife.
Drop that.
Whatever it is.
Can't do that, Pete.
Weapon.
We're done here.
Hey!
Tell me you found the guy.
The guy you said stole the rock?
We're gonna need a sample.
Come on, Dickinson.
Well, you said, among many strange things, that the rock was bleeding.
It was.
Taxpayers will probably wanna know if you were high,
paranoid, or just part of an Aztec art theft ring.
In the meantime, you're suspended, with pay, for two weeks
till we get this thing worked out.
What about Morris?
He says nothing happened at Emerald.
Okay, can we stop with the colors already?
What about the guy with the knife?
What? Letanik? Yes.
He's in a coma.
Docs don't know why or how long that's gonna last.
And Bering?
Myka's being thanked personally by the President and the First Lady.
Of course she is.
She's going places.
You, on the other hand, you're going to the bathroom.
That's funny.
Ha, ha.
Mr. Lattimer.
My name's Frederic.
Frederic what?
Mrs. Frederic.
Well, that's a relief.
I'm with the government. I'm here on a matter of national security.
What's that?
An invitation to endless wonder.
Okay, could you sound a little more creepy?
Read it.
Please note the action code. It is legitimate.
You're part of my bailiwick now.
Your bailiwick?
You're working for me. For you?
Am I stuttering?
No, ma'am.
Oh, okay. Okay.
All right, I get it. I get it. This is a joke, right?
Dickinson put you guys up. This is Dickinson being funny, right?
Do I look like a joke, Mr. Lattimer?
No.
You're to be in South Dakota at those coordinates, at noon tomorrow.
You will mention our meeting and your pending assignment to no one.
Is that understood?
How long am I gonna be in South Dakota?
Indefinitely.
No, no, no, no, no.
No, look. I've got a life here.
Really?
Yeah. I've got
things.
Pack light, Mr. Lattimer. We'll ship what you need and store the rest.
Prepare to turn right in 100 feet.
Turn right now.
You have missed your turn. Go back.
Stop.
Turn right.
Destination straight ahead.
You've got to be kidding me.
Yeah. Endless wonder.
Hello!
It's Agent Lattimer. I'm here!
Hello!
Oh, great.
I heard you were suspended.
Yeah, I heard that, too.
Why are you here?
I was ordered here last night. Mrs. Frederic.
Yes. Yeah.
Said it was a matter of
national security. National security.
Right.
How are you guys doing?
I'm sorry I'm late.
I had to fix the fish.
Hey, stop right there.
What are you doing?
This is the guy. The one from last night. The guy who stole the rock.
You stole the rock.
It's a blood stone. It's safe.
It's inside the building.
Yeah, well, it's the property of the museum.
And that museum is property of the U. S. Government.
And so is the Warehouse. And so am I.
Secret Service. I also work for Mrs. Frederic. Arthur Nielsen.
You can call me Artie.
Got some ID?
No. We take the Secret part seriously around here.
Oh, I just wanted to thank you for your assistance in last night's retrieval.
That was very good.
Hey, did you throw that football at me?
You weren't here when I threw it. It takes a while to circle back.
Come on inside. I'll show you around.
Around what?
What am I doing here?
I'll explain everything inside. Come on.
I made cookies. Ooh!
Yeah, come on. Come on.
Really, it's okay. Go inside. Don't go far!
Okay, come on in.
Wait for me at the bottom of the stairs. Go, go, go. It's fine.
Don't touch anything.
Don't touch the bombs.
Hold this. Hold it.
Come on.
It's okay.
Right this way.
Miss Bering, Mr. Lattimer, welcome to Warehouse 13.
I'm thrilled you're on the team.
What team? What is this place?
Officially, K39ZZZ, on the North American grid.
But I like to think of it as America's attic.
Pete, close the door.
Tell me exactly what I'm doing here.
Exactly? That's a little...
Yeah. Well, to put it plainly,
you're both joining me as fellow gatherers and protectors of secrets.
Put it plainer.
This warehouse...
Look, the Warehouse needs you. Pete, don't touch.
It needs your combined talents.
I mean, he's intuitive, and you've got a scrupulous eye for detail.
He's scattershot, see? You're meticulous. You look, he leaps.
There's been a mistake. I'm too valuable to be wasted here.
No offense.
Of course not.
Can I use your phone, please?
Mine?
It's broken.
Well, I have to make a phone call, so...
There's no signal here.
Just pull the door, and you'll be... Now.
There you go.
I think she had other plans.
So did I.
You want juice or are you a milk person?
You know what I'd really like?
Oh, I do indeed, but falling off the wagon
may not be the best option at this point.
Milk it is. Yeah.
That's Mrs. Frederic.
Long time ago.
She looks exactly the same.
Odd, isn't it?
You don't want a cookie?
Yeah.
Okay, so who are these guys?
Former colleagues.
And where are they now?
Well, this one and this one are dead.
This one, a mental institution in Germany.
And this last one, disappeared.
One day I'll find him.
Ted, these are two of my best agents. How can you not know?
I'm looking at the order. You processed it. How can you not know?
Hold on. Dickinson.
Sir, it's Myka Bering.
Myka.
Sir, I have a little situation here.
I'm not sure... Yeah, yeah.
You know what? I'm looking at the transfer order right now.
The name on here is Frederic.
You're transferred to where? Where are you?
Well, I'm in South Dakota.
Where?
South Dakota.
What are you doing in South Dakota?
You don't know about this? No.
Who is Frederic?
Sir? Sir?
Myka? Myka?
Who's this Frederic?
Sir! Yes, yes.
She handed me orders last night
to come to a warehouse in South Dakota.
The order code was solid, and Lattimer's here, too.
Look, I'm requesting an immediate stand down and transfer back to D.C.
Myka. Myka, I can't do that. This order trumps me.
Hold on and I will get you back here ASAP.
What should I do?
Follow orders. Those orders, both of you.
And how long will this take? Sir? Sir? Are you there?
That's a pile of crap.
No kidding.
No, I'm not kidding.
You're actually standing in a big pile of cow manure.
Oatmeal Scotchie?
No, thank you. I don't eat sugar.
Good for you.
Listen,
please don't think of this assignment as some sort of punishment.
Can you hold this? What?
Your presence here is not really a reaction to what happened to you in Denver.
So...
I got a commendation for what happened in Denver.
Yes, you did. It's time for the nickel tour. Come on.
The order trumps Dickinson?
The first Warehouse 13 was built in '98.
So we're stuck.
Until he works out a transfer, yes.
1898.
We didn't have a handle on how to store stuff. It burned down.
Some remodeling and excavations were necessary as the years went on
to accommodate the arrival of more and more and more and more artifacts.
What's stored here exactly?
Oh, this and that, bric-a-brac.
Some things along the lines of last night's rock and roll.
I'm talking about the blood stone. Both hands on the bar, please.
I think I'll survive a crash.
No, that's not a safety bar, it's a conduit. You and Pete are the power source.
Your combined electrical energy makes this thing move.
It's fine, it's fine.
Look, Thomas Edison built this automobile for Henry Ford as a proof of concept,
and it's perfectly safe. Trust me.
Put your hands on the bar. Put your hands on the bar.
Thank you. We need both of you.
Hands on the bar, Myka. Thank you.
Edison, he wanted Ford to let go of oil.
But Ford, no, no, he stuck with it because it ruined his engines faster.
People had to keep buying them.
What is that?
What? Oh!
That is Training Flight 22.
We pulled that from the Bermuda Triangle.
The Triangle has been trying to pull it back ever since.
Duck and cover.
Ow.
It's harmless.
Inventory kicks up a little static from time to time.
Why are you grinning?
Well, don't you think this stuff is kind of cool?
What?
Where is he?
I don't know.
He'll be back.
Artie! Hello?
We should stick together. Right this way, please.
Pete. Many of the items in here, kind of like the blood stone,
Pete, that you wrestled with last night.
They channel a tangential energy, well...
Tangential energy is kind of like the energy
that forced the museum employee last night into...
Well, into almost committing murder.
So how does that happen?
Yeah, we're not really exactly sure how.
It goes back to Einstein, or E equals...
Yeah, okay. Somehow the matter that is in here
has just enough energy to move other matter.
You know, like you.
Move me where? Into trouble.
Bunk.
Is gravity bunk? Magnetism?
These are mysterious forces, that we live with every day, but we can't explain them.
Can you even explain to me how a radio works? Huh?
No. And you don't really care, as long as you get the traffic report, right?
But if a radio landed in the hands of Thomas Jefferson,
you know what Jefferson would do? He would just lock it up.
Until he figured out it wasn't gonna kill him. And that is exactly what we do here.
We take the unexplained
And we just safely tuck it away
in this supersized Pandora's box.
Metaphorically speaking.
Well, actually, Pandora's box is over in aisle 989 B.
Empty, of course.
Pete, do the world a favor and clear your mind.
Well, that should be easy.
Whoa!
Wow. How did that get there? Because I didn't pick that thing up.
It still amazes me how that thing moves.
What? What? What is it?
Don't talk, don't hope, don't wish for anything.
That kettle grants wishes?
Yes. Now, Pete, look at me.
Just keep your eyes on me. Okay.
Open it.
Pete! Pete. This is a neutralizer.
You can think of this as a fire extinguisher for objects that "act up."
Now, look, I want you to come over here,
I want you to drop that very slowly, right in here.
Now, listen, there are items around here, if you were to put it in there,
they would generate a big flash,
but this little thing will probably be a little spark.
But you may flinch, and I don't want you to,
'cause you could drop it. Okay?
Well, I have a wish. Don't!
You wished for a ferret? No.
That was already in the thing.
I don't think so.
You wished for a transfer, didn't you?
Mmm.
Impossible wishes, wishes that can never be granted,
they produce a ferret.
Don't ask me why.
My first year here, the whole place was crawling with ferrets.
I swear, I didn't pick that thing up.
No, I know, I know.
Not everybody is affected by everything. Here, okay?
You have to be metaphysically predisposed.
And the external energies, they have to be in alignment.
This is just a convergence thing.
Right, sure, okay.
So we're all converged here,
but I still have no idea what I'm supposed to do.
What you're supposed to do is
hunt down whatever is threatening to ruin the world's day,
neutralize it and bring it here.
You gotta snag it and bag it and tag it.
This is crazy! This is crazy!
You know, I don't... It could be, you know, crazy fun.
That's exactly the attitude that brought you to our attention.
Do you guys want a cookie for the road?
What road?
There's rooms for you at Leena's Bed & Breakfast.
It's about seven miles down the road that way, and I'll join you there
in the morning, and I'II... I'll just join you there in the morning.
Stay close!
Seriously, Lattimer, there's been a serious screw-up. I'm serious.
And now you have a ferret.
What?
This town, is this a town or what?
What's the name of it?
Well, it's more like a street.
So it says here to turn left at Buffalo Station.
What? No, no, no. It's "Buffalo Statue."
It says "Buffalo Statue."
Well, your penmanship is atrocious.
I don't need wise... You know, that's... You know, don't do that.
Can you finish a sentence?
A full thought?
Would you really like me to?
Wait. Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! No, no, no. Don't call Dickinson.
He hates being pestered.
I don't pester.
Well, when he knows something, he'll call.
Clearly the phrase "rolling with the punches" is not in your vocabulary,
so may I make a suggestion?
What might that be?
Unbunch your panties,
and make the best of a bad situation.
And how do I do that?
Which part?
You're a freak.
Hello.
I'm Leena. You must be Pete and Myka.
Come in. I've got your rooms ready.
We serve three meals, 9:00, noon, and 5:00.
We've got radios in the rooms. No TVs.
No in-room phones, but there is one there at the bottom of the stairs in the hallway.
You may choose any room.
Is there anywhere I can get a drink? I mean, a drink drink?
What would you like? Whiskey neat.
I can do that. Please do that.
She hates traveling.
She loves traveling.
It's the places she's traveled to that's the problem.
Ah.
Can I get you anything?
No, I'm fine.
Yep, yep.
Is everything okay?
You're a lucky man, Pete.
I am?
You're in tune. Very rare.
I don't know what that...
Look, Leena, are you connected to Artie?
Let me know if your bed is big enough for you.
Hey, Bunny.
How'd it go today? Not bad.
Lattimer seems interested. And Miss Bering, not so much.
Mmm. Did you select a case for them?
Yeah. Listen, I don't mean any disrespect,
but are we really sure that these are the people? The right people?
Because... Artie.
I'm fully aware of their baggage. Now, what's the real problem?
Artie, take yourself off the hook. Their fate falls on me.
You say that...
Dickinson wants them back. You've got to get them locked in.
Can't sleep?
Yeah. Me neither.
We don't have to talk.
So...
Do you always eat when you're stressed?
Do you always talk this much?
You know, no light from the city to get in the way.
Nothing but sky. This time of the year, we get Leo,
Cygnus, Sagittarius.
You know this how?
My dad and I used to camp a lot.
Where is he now?
Sorry.
What about your folks?
Colorado Springs.
They own a bookstore called Bering & Sons.
How many brothers?
No brothers. Just me.
My dad thought the "and Sons" sounded classier.
Well, he must be proud of you.
Mom is.
Well, did protecting the President of the United States turn him around?
Yeah. This won't.
From Denver to D.C. To a warehouse security guard in six months.
Now, there's a career trajectory.
Look, about Denver,
I didn't mean to spit on that last night.
What you did there was better than textbook.
We're not discussing that.
Ever.
All right, well, I'm gonna go back upstairs
and not sleep some more.
Hey.
Earlier, did you hear a...
Hear what?
Never mind.
Dickinson will call.
He better.
Location, time, Seever City.
Come on.
So it's gonna be you, then.
Okay, Cody Thomas,
a law school grad student, University of Southern Iowa.
Iowa? Yeah, Iowa.
His parents were killed in a plane crash.
He is a really good kid.
He's been putting himself through college with the settlement.
Why are we going to Iowa?
To find whatever it is that pushed this kid over the edge.
What edge?
He struck his girlfriend.
That's it?
So far.
Look, for the past five days, I have been reviewing 11 possible cases,
looking for whatever doesn't fit. Something out of place,
like blood on a marble floor that leads to a man with a knife
because of a rock that isn't just a rock.
I've got a hunch that this is the one.
What exactly are we looking for?
Well, you tell me.
It's bigger than a breadbox. Or smaller.
If there is an artifact at the heart of this,
then I've prepared a few questions for Cody that might reveal it.
Actually, it's more than a few questions, but...
"Do you have the constant feeling that today is yesterday?"
Okay, yeah. See, if they say yes, then we could...
They probably won't say yes. It's unlikely.
But we could be dealing with time slip.
Or a hangover.
Please take this seriously.
I had a run-in with a Mayan calendar a few years ago,
and that question saved my life,
and the two agents that were with me were not quite so lucky.
What happened to them?
Their clocks stopped.
So, what? They died?
Well, they'll wish they had in 100 years or so. Anyway...
Neutralizer.
The purple stuff.
If you find the artifact, just drown it in there,
like this, if you can.
And if it's too big, you just take this and throw it, and then call me.
And don't ask me how it works, because I have no idea.
And it doesn't always work. And don't ingest that stuff, because you'II...
You'll see things.
And we'll stay in contact with these. I have one just like it.
Two-way video communication?
I call it a Farnsworth.
It's named after Philo Farnsworth, who invented that in 1929,
right after he invented the television.
Isn't that remarkable? I mean, anyway,
if you want to talk to me, just press that button.
What is that?
Nikola Tesla,
Thomas Edison's chief rival or nemesis, depending...
He cooked this up as an alternative to bullets.
It's really a kind of electric stun gun.
It's a polyphase ass-kicker.
Now, that's...
Yeah. Just here. Just don't put it past two to begin with.
That's the trigger, right there. You should practice with it first.
One blast and down you go.
Don't point that at me. Keep your finger away.
Just don't.
Stop.
Give him the gun.
And also, it zaps short-term memory,
which is why Agent Morris doesn't remember seeing me at the museum.
And that's it.
That's what?
Go to Iowa. Talk to Cody.
Find the artifact if it exists. Neutralize it, bring it back.
Oh, and don't get killed.
How's her aura?
Tortured. Guilt and grief, mostly.
She has a soft spot for the ferret, though. Just like you.
Now, that was a long time ago.
Hmm. You haven't changed that much.
She had a stowaway. I found this in her room.
Oh, Lord. That's Houdini's wallet.
Fingers! Okay.
That was a bad spike. That landed on something with her.
I requisitioned mesh screens for those shelves ten years ago.
And every year since.
I've told you this. A few times.
You'd think Mrs. Frederic could maybe get that done.
Don't look at me.
Well, I had the FBI in here a while ago on a suspected terrorist thing.
All egos out to here and all looking like they're wearing daddy's suit.
Well, we feel the same way.
Ah, just let me know if this thing's going federal
so I can get my staff prepared for the media.
It's not going federal.
We just have a few questions and then we're gone.
It's Dickinson.
Oh. It'll just be a sec. Yeah, this is Bering.
Myka, how you doing?
Well, we're in Iowa now, on assignment.
Any luck in getting us back?
Bad news is, not so far.
Good news is, I've got a line on this Frederic woman.
She worked for the Treasury Department in the 1950s, after that...
Well, it's not the same woman.
The woman we met was younger.
I've got a Frederic in charge of some sort of secret sandbox.
It's being funded from a black ops budget I'm still trying to source.
Well, I can fill you in. No, no, no.
These lines aren't secure.
Listen to me. I'm doing everything I can
to get you and Pete back here. 48 hours, tops.
So just follow your current orders and keep your head down.
Wait, sir! Sir?
So, how'd he sound?
Forty-eight hours.
Yeah, but how'd he sound?
Not good.
What kind of questions?
They're sort of diagnostic.
Diagnostic. What, like I'm sick?
You're Secret Service doctors?
No.
Question number one.
"Have you recently encountered something that you feel has affected your life?"
Something like what?
An object of some kind.
Do handcuffs count?
No. Question number two.
"While looking up, do you have the sensation of falling?"
Cody?
No. I don't feel like I'm falling.
Next question.
Okay, question number three.
"Have you recently smelled something that could best be described as
"fudge when there is no fudge?"
Fudge? Is that...
Question four. "Do you ever feel like this might be a colossal waste of time?"
Okay, let's... Yeah. Okay.
We're done with those questions, Cody.
Yes.
What do you think happened with your girlfriend?
What's her name? I don't know.
Emily.
I don't know.
I don't remember.
I was in class, talking to the professor about some mock trial thing.
I woke up here, and they told me I beat Emily up.
They let you see a doctor?
Yeah.
Says I'm fine.
And no...
No alcohol or drugs?
No, I swear.
No history of blackouts?
No. This isn't me.
I would never hurt Emily. This isn't me. This isn't...
Cody?
Get him out of here! Right, let's go.
We got him, sir.
Let's get him down to secure lockup.
Let's go.
Well, that was scary.
You don't need to worry about anything. I'm gonna take care of it.
Just hang in there. I'm gonna get you out of here soon.
Can you come this way, son?
Hello. I'm Lorna Soliday. I'm Cody's lawyer.
And did Travis call you?
Sheriff Travis respects the law,
and he doesn't like being railroaded by federal agents.
Are you that hands-on with all your clients?
No. Just my godson.
So you knew his parents. Very well.
And neither Cody nor I will be answering any more questions
until I know what this is about.
We're interested in Cody's behavior.
His violent behavior.
As in, where's it coming from?
What is this? Someone pegged him as a threat to the President?
Not yet.
Not ever.
That's not Cody.
It was Cody that just destroyed that table in there.
Not to mention what he did to his girlfriend.
Does the Secret Service investigate every case
of battery among college students?
Nope. Just this one.
So where'd the Italian come in? What do you mean?
He spoke Italian in there, just before he decided that the interview was over.
I don't know anything about that.
Well, has Cody come into contact with anything unusual, say, in the past few days?
Yes. You two.
That was a serious question.
That was a serious answer.
Any more questions, Sheriff Travis has my number.
You felt that, right?
I'm not sure what you mean.
It got hot.
Yeah.
But you knew to get me to the floor before he freaked out.
The vibe.
Right.
Okay, so how do those things work?
Is there false alarms or...
It happens all the time.
So why do you trust them?
Well...
One time I didn't, and I should have.
You're right. It's Italian, sort of.
I mean, this is either part gibberish. I don't know.
It's some kind of code, maybe.
And my software can barely translate any of this.
I mean, "dolore" means "pain."
And a tech search came up with nothing.
There's no films, no books, no plays, no songs, no poems.
Okay, so what now?
Well, you're right beside a college campus.
You can go find somebody who speaks Italian.
Artie. Hello? Hello?
Excuse me.
Professor Marzotto?
Yes.
We're with the Secret Service.
Oh, my.
It's an old construction. 15th century.
It's not working-class Italian either.
This is high brow.
So what's he saying?
Roughly?
"If people knew the reasons for my fear,
"they'd be able to understand my pain."
Do you visit Italy a lot?
I haven't been back in nearly two years.
But you're sure this translation is correct.
I'm a Renaissance scholar. I'm sure.
Oh! One last question.
Do you know a student here named Cody Thomas?
I know of him. I read about him in the paper. It's a sad story, that.
How so?
Well, you know. He was a good kid.
From what I heard, he had some sort of a breakdown.
All right. Well, if we need you to translate anything else...
I'd be more than happy to help.
You can reach me at that number.
Great. Thank you.
He's hiding something. Did you see his neck pulse?
Bang, bang, bang.
Don't you have a scrupulous eye for detail.
And he shelves his books alphabetically.
I didn't notice that.
He puts pens in one cup, pencils in another.
Okay. Now you're scaring me.
Did you see where he put his pen right before we left?
Was Sherlock Holmes a big deal at your parents' bookstore?
Something got Marzotto going.
And you.
I don't like being lied to.
I'll remember that.
So what, you want to go back and hit him again?
No, I want a hard phone line.
I thought this was a colossal waste of time.
Not anymore.
Hey, hold up.
Do you always walk so fast?
Yes, I do. Are you coming?
Harris.
I have an incoming code Madrid for Minnie Harris.
Reply 6955.
Hi, Minnie.
Hey, hotshot. Hey, how's the White House?
You know, it's a lot smaller than it looks on TV.
How are you?
Chad and I are dating.
Very nice. Yes, it is.
Look, I need some information.
Okay, shoot.
Edward Marzotto. One "Z" two "T's."
He's a professor at Southern Iowa University.
Turnaround?
I need it now. Sorry, I know this is big.
It's not a problem.
You okay to hang on and I'll give you the highlights?
For sure.
Okay, thanks. Hang on.
I'm sorry to bother you.
Government agents are asking me lots of questions I can't answer
without getting you and me into a lot of trouble.
It's about the book.
Your boyfriend is quoting from it.
How's Myka?
Edgy, irritable. You know, Myka.
Why?
Just checking.
Hey, listen, there's something I forgot to mention before.
What?
Just before Cody got physical,
there was some kind of a...
I don't know, a heat wave. It just rolled right off of him.
This happen after a question?
No, he was talking about his girlfriend, Emily Krueger.
You talked to her, right?
No, not yet.
All right. Listen.
I'm gonna check out that heat thing.
I'm gonna see if that relates to anything.
And meanwhile, what was that translation?
"If people knew the reasons for my fear,
"they would be able to understand my pain."
Hello? Artie. Hey.
Do you want me to...
Do you want me to run that again?
I got it.
Okay, Pete, you're positive that's the translation?
Absolutely positive?
Yeah, I mean, that's what Marzotto said.
Okay, I'll call you back.
Okay.
Myka? Got some good stuff. Yeah.
Edward Melville Marzotto.
Melville?
Yeah, I know. Anyway, the man loves his Italian art.
Just got back from Italy eight weeks ago, and the cops think...
Minnie?
Hey, Bunny.
Hey.
Slow down. Walk faster.
So what'd you find out?
Hey, what happened in there? Myka, hey. Tell me.
I heard a... I thought I heard a voice
over the phone that I really should not be hearing.
Same thing you heard at Leena's.
Look, sometimes we hear things and see things that aren't there.
What I heard can't be there. It can't be.
Then it's not. I mean, maybe it's post-traumatic stress.
I read the press release of what went down in Denver.
Lives were saved.
Lives were lost.
You're a hero.
You're gonna put me on a psych eval, aren't you?
Why would I do that?
Because you need to be able to depend on your partner.
All right. Well, then,
you're just gonna have to depend on me to know that you're okay.
We're gonna finish this case, we're gonna get out of here.
We will.
I don't know if I can.
I don't even know what we're looking for.
Yes, you do.
I mean, whatever doesn't fit.
You know, something that's out of place.
Marzotto.
Marzotto lied to us.
He said that the last time he was in Italy was...
Two years ago. Yeah, my contact told me
it was eight weeks ago.
How about that?
I wonder what else he lied about.
I guess we need more information.
Yes, we do.
Cody's girlfriend.
Emily Krueger.
I need a picture!
Just give me a picture!
Give me a picture.
Don't make me come down there!
All right.
I know this is awkward.
And I feel terrible, but...
You can't keep it.
I don't know what I was thinking even taking it out of Italy,
but it has to go back.
I'm going to Rome next week.
And that's coming with me.
What's that for?
I hate this part.
Ow!
Emily, you're late.
Sorry.
We were setting up for the party.
Can I help you?
Emily Krueger?
Yes.
I know your pain, trust me. Okay.
Oh!
We saw you leaving Professor Marzotto's office, didn't we?
Oh. Right. I was there for a meeting for the play. I'm in it.
Marzotto's sort of a technical advisor.
Does he know about your relationship with Cody?
He knows what happened. Why?
Huh. Because when we talked to him about Cody, he didn't mention you.
Or that you'd just been to see him.
Maybe he was trying to protect my privacy.
Why did you guys mention Cody?
We needed something translated.
Yeah, have you ever heard Cody speak Italian?
Just once, when he did this.
How long have you known Cody?
Since the eighth grade.
Got serious after his parents died.
I came here for theater. He applied for law school.
His godmother helped him get in.
Lorna Soliday? You met her?
Does she have any family?
Just Cody.
And that's not even real family.
She made sure that he got that big settlement when his parents died.
Stop.
Do you know what it means?
"If people knew the reasons for my fear,
"they would be able to understand my pain."
Does that mean anything to you?
Only that he's afraid of abandonment and it scares him.
Maybe he thought that I was spending too much time on the play.
I don't know. Can I go back to work now?
Yes.
Ten to one, this has nothing to do with the hocus pocus Artie's pushing.
How about a billion to one?
How about a cute girl in a play by Machiavelli
makes her insecure boyfriend freak out?
Or try this. Emily, an actress, is a ruthless gold digger.
She'd know which buttons to push on her insecure boyfriend
to get him mad enough to hit her. Right?
She goes for the money.
Sues him for it.
What kind of women do you date?
Pete? Pete!
Pete. Pete.
It's Marzotto. What?
The attendant said he heard him speaking Italian before he doused himself.
Hey. Hey! Hold on.
Why'd you talk to Marzotto?
Who told you that?
Secret Service hits campus, and people notice. And now he's dead.
Before this, you said something
to make Cody Thomas want to knock your heads off.
Something you want to tell me?
We should talk about this later.
All right, let me tell you something...
Sure.
Tell me something that makes it seem
like I couldn't kick your ass in front of your men.
Boys, boys, can we put our badges back in our pants, please?
Sheriff.
What was that?
We gotta get to Marzotto's office.
Yeah, and how are we gonna get in? Hotshot.
What the hell is Warehouse 13?
We haven't met. I'm Mrs. Frederic.
How'd you get in here?
Through a door.
Warehouse 13, is it yours?
It's mine.
And so are Lattimer and Bering.
Excuse me?
Can I ask you something?
Shoot.
Never mind.
The vibe thing?
My dad was a fireman.
When I was 12,
I got this feeling one morning
that I was never gonna see him again.
You didn't say anything?
I didn't want him to see how scared I was.
He died that night in a house fire, saving a couple of kids.
I'm sorry.
Me, too.
So now when you get a feeling...
Yeah.
He got his pen out of his pencil cup.
Well, at least he died happy.
Not funny.
You're right.
Well, that's strange.
What?
The M's are out of order.
Hey, there's something in there.
Is this it?
I don't know.
What if it is?
Then we're done.
So open it. You open it.
I don't want another ferret or whatever.
Don't.
Just in case.
What's that?
Something's missing.
Let's call Artie. Yeah.
Miss Soliday.
What are you doing here?
You heard what happened to Marzotto?
Yes, Sheriff Travis just called.
Now, get out before I call him back
and tell him you're searching this office without a warrant.
We're here investigating his suicide.
Ed didn't kill himself. He had help.
What do you mean?
Somebody broke his heart.
We were together for three years. And then we weren't.
I thought we were in love,
but things change, and he chose someone else.
A student?
Did Emily Krueger break his heart?
And Cody's.
She's a despicable young woman
who uses people to get what she wants,
and then when she's done using them...
We're looking for something, something about this big.
We think Marzotto had it, but now it's missing.
Did Emily get it, you know, whatever it is?
Why don't you ask her?
She's helping with the party for the play.
Cody's there. Cody's out?
Emily dropped the charges.
Okay, we should go.
I'm coming with you.
If you're confronting Emily, I need to be there for Cody.
Let's go.
I gotta lose weight.
Miss Soliday. Yes?
Do you think Emily would ever hurt Cody?
Not physically. Even if she tried, she couldn't.
And why not?
Me. Cody has me.
I made a promise to his parents
when I became his godmother
that I would always be there to protect him.
It's only a matter of time
before Cody realizes Emily's just small-town trash.
Cody is destined for great things,
and I'm helping him succeed.
With me, he can do anything or be anyone he wants.
Myka. Yeah.
Could you pull over for a sec?
Yeah.
Stop right there!
Hey.
Hi, Myka.
I know you.
Well, that's a good sign.
Where am I?
Hospital in Iowa, Seever City.
What happened?
Car accident.
You've been out for two days.
Pete. How's Pete?
Lattimer's still unconscious. We don't know.
Myka, there's someone here to see you.
Someone who's gonna help you get back to where you belong.
The President?
Better.
Hey, Bunny.
Hey.
You know you shouldn't be here, right?
I could say the same thing about you.
I think you just did.
I'm hurt.
That didn't stop you in Denver.
I was late.
No, Bunny. I was early.
I jumped the gun.
You're dead, Sam.
Hey, Bunny, you need to get up now.
You got a lot of things you need to do.
Get up.
Bunny, you have to get up now.
Get up. Myka, get up.
Pete!
Oh!
Pete!
Lattimer!
Pete! Wake up, buddy. Can you hear me?
Come on. Here we go.
Okay. All right.
Wait, wait, wait. What? What? What? What? What?
You're giving me a wedgie. What?
Yeah. Okay.
Just... You okay? Okay.
Yeah.
Sit here and don't move. I'm just gonna get the book.
If you find a badge, it's mine.
Never mind. I found it.
You okay? Yeah.
Soliday crashed the car.
You think?
Where is she?
She's not here.
She had some kind of jewelry in her hair, like a comb thing.
It looked old, like it would fit in the book.
Pete, you're bleeding. I'm fine.
Pete. I'm fine.
Here, answer that.
Yeah?
You're looking for jewelry. This thing.
Yeah, we know. We just saw it in a woman's hair.
She tried to kill us.
A woman? What woman?
Her name is Lorna Soliday. She's...
Part of the ruling class, single, successful, she's middle-aged.
She's a survivor of family tragedies
and the death of loved ones.
She's connected somehow to a young man,
a young man that she believes needs her protection?
He's good, yeah. Pretty good. Yeah.
What's the matter with you two? You two all right?
Okay, anyway, look. This comb is transmitting Lucrezia Borgia.
Lucrezia who? Borgia.
She's a cutthroat Italian who ruled Italy in the 1600s with her father and brothers.
My family owned a bookstore, remember?
That's right. That's right.
So what do you mean "the comb's transmitting"?
An alchemist made it, okay? Out of what, I don't know.
It's supposed to be some kind of Renaissance roofie.
Somehow the crystals in the ionized metal
in this thing are affecting brain chemistry.
What about the phrase?
Yeah, the phrase. Okay. That's like some kind of phonetic trigger.
This is a very, very, very unhappy woman. Very unlucky in love.
There's supposed to be a jewelry box.
We found it in Marzotto's office.
He must have given Soliday the comb.
Like her, she wants love at any cost.
She wants love, and she is gonna kill to get it.
Okay, she wants Cody, so she wants Emily gone.
And Emily's at the party.
What are you talking about a party?
What party? Oh, God.
Some Renaissance blowout for some Machiavelli play.
Machiavelli? This woman's gonna be there? Yes.
You've gotta stop this woman.
Lucrezia Borgia, 600 years ago,
started a bloody reign of terror,
and this comb is gonna wanna start it all over again.
It's got twisted desires, and it'll amplify,
it'll spread like some kind of orgiastic virus.
First to Iowa, then to Nebraska,
then to Illinois. We understand.
Probably first to Illinois and then...
Okay, look, we need to get you to a hospital first...
No, no, no, no, no. Pete.
No, look, I'm trained to take a bullet if necessary.
But I'm not sure how to stop a dead Italian cougar.
We need some kind of approach.
I have no more color-coded plans.
There's a silver lining.
Okay, I'll go in, grab Cody. You flank.
No, you flank.
Trust me.
Okay.
Okay. That's not creepy.
How you doing? Ooh. That's nice.
Cody! Cody.
Come on, man, you don't wanna do this. Okay.
Look.
Hey, hey. Hey, you don't wanna hurt her.
Okay. Just let Emily go.
Oh, he intends to.
Her dying scream will be the trigger...
Hey, hey, hey.
Look, nobody's screaming, okay?
We're gonna take a deep breath,
we're all gonna come back down to Earth.
Cute. Cody.
Kid's fast.
What's your pain, Lorna? What are you afraid of?
You know. And so does she.
Show's over.
Drop the comb thing.
Did you really let your lover die?
Myka.
Shut up. For a chance at glory?
I said shut up.
Don't look at it, Myka.
Myka!
Yeah, sorry. No one's dying here tonight.
But you might lose a tooth.
Pete!
Duck and cover?
What did I do?
It's okay. It's over.
Love hurts, I know.
So here's the deal. You got a choice.
You can come back to D.C. , or you can stay with the new assignment.
What's the catch?
I only get you. Lattimer has to stay there.
And if I stay, what happens to Pete?
He still stays.
How long do I have to think about it?
About five more seconds.
Four, three, two.
Previously on Warehouse 13...
Mr. Lattimer, I'm with the government.
You're to be in South Dakota at noon tomorrow. You're working for me.
No, no, no, no.
Why are you here?
I was ordered here. Said it was a matter of
national security. National security.
Arthur Nielsen. You can call me Artie.
I'm thrilled you're on the team.
What team? What is this place?
You're both joining me as fellow gatherers and protectors of secrets.
Bering. Mr. Lattimer.
Welcome to Warehouse 13.
We take the dangerous and unexplained and lock it away right here.
Your job, hunt down whatever's threatening to ruin the world's day.
Snag it, bag it and tag it.
We haven't met. I'm Mrs. Frederic.
Warehouse 13, is it yours?
It's mine. And so are Lattimer and Bering.
Excuse me?
Hello, Laura.
Hello, Mr. Jarvis.
You did something different with your hair.
I did. Added some color.
I like it. It looks good. Thanks.
We're here.
Hey, Kelly. Made the deposit.
Well, I'm... I'm sorry, but don't make this my fault. Okay?
Okay, okay, lucky shot. Lucky shot.
Don't forget, who's your daddy? That's right.
What? No, I'm fine. I'm not breathing heavy.
Chicago again.
That's... Oh, come on.
No, no.
Does corporal punishment work on computers?
They're old. They're very old, these monitors.
They've been acting up all morning.
I mean, I found out there's another robbery in Chicago.
I can't even access... You know what?
I'm gonna recycle you both for parts!
How about that?
Artie.
That's coming in through an external server.
Someone just broke right through the firewalls.
And reading Warehouse data files?
No, no, no, no, no.
Not yet. He's just fishing,
and he won't break through the Zaytak subsonic security systems.
Okay. But, Artie, who would even know about the Warehouse,
let alone be able to make it this far?
Who indeed? I'll put a trace on him.
We'll find out exactly in which pond this scum resides
if we just follow...
He was ready for my trace. He's very good. I tip my hat to you, sir.
I think we'll just have to find this guy the old-fashioned way.
How are you sleeping?
I'm not.
I can tell. Your aura looks like hell.
Then stop looking at it.
Hey, Leena.
Hey, Pete.
You're dripping on my floor.
If you'll excuse me, I have a date with a forward pass. Where's Myka?
She's outside on her phone.
Oh, jeez.
I know, I know, Mom. Call it a retirement party all you want.
We both know Dad's never letting go of that bookstore.
Mom, I can't, okay? I just... I have a lot going on right now...
Head's up! What?
Hey. You all right?
What is it with men and their balls?
Yeah.
Where's my phone? Where is my phone?
It's at your feet.
Hey, a third bank was robbed on Friday in Chicago.
So, what's going on?
Something strange. I don't know how the robbers are doing it,
so you two are going to Chicago to find out.
Chi-Town. Chi-Town.
Head's up.
Hey, does Artie seem a little crankier than usual?
How long does it take to find a security tape?
Here you go. Thank you.
Jumpy much?
Okay. I don't think we're getting the tape.
Bonnie Belski. Chicago FBI.
I'm Agent... Bering and Lattimer.
What do you guys want with my robberies?
Hi, guys. Nice ties.
We would like access to any evidence,
witnesses or leads you might have.
Now that I'm in your face, you ask nicely. I made a call.
A bad shootout in Denver gets you shipped to D.C.,
where together, you almost lose the President.
Then you get exiled off the reservation into my town, humping my leg.
Nice leg.
Look, we're here to help.
I don't want it.
You two have a reputation for leaving disaster in your wake.
Your own agency doesn't even know why you're here.
Stay away from my investigation. Enjoy Chicago.
Try the pizza.
I'm in love.
Agent Belski will be more cooperative now.
Yeah? What'd that cost you?
A couple grand.
The director's a terrible poker player, so I chucked his debt.
You never did me that favor.
You never asked.
So, how you guys doing?
Well, the Warehouse keeps us busy.
Doing what exactly, Pete?
Well, if I say anything else, Mrs. Frederic will pop out
and go all scary face on me.
All right. Give my best to Myka. Stay safe.
Will do.
No, see this little guilt trip you're taking me on?
I don't do that anymore. Dad won't miss me.
When I was there he didn't know I was there, okay,
so just tell my mother to stop making you do her dirty work.
Dina, I gotta go. Working. Okay, bye.
Hey. Don't.
Wasn't. Good.
I mean, it's none of my business anyway, right?
But, you know, if my dad were alive, I'd go to see him.
So, where are we?
Well, Belski just got spanked.
So let's go strike while the butt is still hot.
All right, Mr. Whoever-You-Are,
trying to get into my computers,
you can run through proxy servers in Yinchuan,
but you cannot hide.
Oh, hey.
Aren't you arts and crafty?
You should see my balloon animals.
My agents won't like you destroying their hard work.
No. I'm enhancing it, okay?
There's a big difference between seeing something
and seeing something.
Yeah, well, we know three banks have been robbed
on three successive Fridays at rush hour.
And it is Friday. Six hours to rush hour.
By two suspects employing a takeover technique with no guns.
The banks just hand over the money.
Everyone's shy on the details.
Which is strange.
Tell me something I don't know.
Mary Queen of Scots' croquet mallet
was made from a petrified narwhal's horn.
She never lost a match.
Do you know how they're doing this?
Not yet.
I'm rankled. Okay? I'm officially rankled.
You had to go and call Dickinson to get access?
Just don't take it personally.
It's entirely professional. I'm just saying that you could have come to me,
and I could have got you whatever information that you need.
We needed access, Artie, not information.
Let me be clear, I'm your boss now, okay?
You hit a roadblock, you call me, I remove it. Not Daniel Dickinson.
Me. All your old contacts are off-limits. No exceptions.
Warehouse security demands it. Understood?
Yes. I got it.
So, can I have your attention now?
Show it to me. Show it to me.
Okay.
Yeah, okay, freeze.
What is inside that one's coat?
I don't know, a bomb or something?
Something scared these people stupid, Artie.
Well, do any of these tapes have sound?
No, no, they're all silent.
Why? It's per a federal wiretap law.
Lest we overhear an account number not party to investigative...
Blah, blah, blah...
All right. None of these witnesses recall any orders or demands from these robbers?
No. They don't recall anything.
It's kind of like they have short-term memory loss or something.
Well, you know, lights can do that.
Yeah, they can. You know, like, a strobe can do that.
Any kind of flashing... But nothing's flashing, Artie.
No, no, I'm talking about something at the edge of the visual spectrum.
Something, you know, between the video's interlaced frames.
You know, I had a case once where pollen from a prehistoric plant
turned a woman into a sexually rapacious sleepwalker,
and she was unaware that she was doing that until she pulled her pants off...
Artie, just be... Be quiet.
What? Artie, there's a man on his cell phone
during this entire robbery.
Do you see that? Oh, really?
Well, well, that's good.
Somebody overheard what was happening in there, right?
An ear-witness.
Artie, I need the other side of that phone call.
We have ways. Just get me phone guy's name.
I'm looking, Artie. Just give me a second.
I am gonna huff and puff and blow your house down.
Artie, I got him.
Me, too.
So, the guy on the phone was leaving a message on his wife's cell phone.
And Artie got his hands on it.
Don't ask me how. I don't know.
Nice catch. Thank you.
So. So.
What has Agent Belski done for you lately?
She sashays. Yeah.
A little bit. No.
She doesn't even know it.
Oh, yes, she does.
She does.
Laura, these are agents Bering and Lattimer. Laura was one of the tellers.
I already told you everything.
I don't remember anything else.
I can't remember anything else.
Just tell them what you told me. It's okay.
Yeah, yeah, please, sit down.
We just have a couple questions.
Laura, when the suspects robbed the bank, they played a sound.
Do you remember hearing anything?
No. Nothing.
Okay, we have a copy of a recording of a cell phone call
that occurred during the robbery,
and we're gonna play it for you,
so you just tell us what you think.
Whatever you can.
Ready?
I guess so.
Hey, Kelly, I made the deposit, so if you want to...
Oh, God. Oh, God, they're robbing the...
Laura?
Laura.
I think you should turn it off.
Hi.
Are you... Are you gonna play something?
Laura.
Hi. What's going on?
Nothing.
You feel okay?
I feel loved.
So she had a strong emotional reaction to the sounds on the tape?
Yeah, but we weren't affected.
See, what I'm thinking is that this is a limbic trigger.
Yeah, the sound rings a bell in the primal, the lizard part of the brain
that connects to the pleasure center, see?
Yeah, but we heard it too and my limbic's not triggered.
It's not even twitching, so...
Well, I would guess you'd have to hear it through the robbers' equipment.
But the bank teller heard it here. Yeah.
She heard it there for the second time,
so clearly there's a sense-memory component.
Okay, so what are we looking for, Artie?
Are we looking for souped-up speakers
or Thomas Edison's wax cylinder?
Thomas Edison's what? Ignore him.
Okay, I'm scrubbing the sound for the melody.
All composers leave a DNA, a chromatic DNA inside their compositions,
inside their music. That's why the Beatles sound like the Beatles.
That's why Copland sounds like Copland.
And this sounds like my dad's favorite song.
Whatever. What I'm doing here is I'm taking the sounds and editing them
through a total deconstruction algorithm.
Pete, what did you say?
What? No. I just... I said that it sounded like my dad's favorite song,
Center of My Soul by the Brick Tones. 1960-something.
My dad was just nuts for those guys.
Eric Marsden. Yeah. Yeah, that's him.
He also wrote... Angel's Kiss, A Night in My Arms.
Okay, are you saying that this is one of Marsden's songs?
Yeah, what, the bank robbery remix?
Give me a second. Give me one...
You know, I never heard of Eric Marsden.
That's because you were too busy dusting off
Shakespeare at your dad's bookstore.
When I was eight,
my dad took me to the Blue Note in New York to see Marsden.
He was into jazz then, experimental stuff.
That's exactly the same. I think this is his music.
This is his music.
Are you sure?
With a 98.7 probability.
I think this is a completely new score.
Or it's a very old composition
that's never been released until now.
You're looking for an original recording of this song.
Okay, start with Marsden. Well, where do we find him?
How about 12 miles south of the robberies?
What Is he playing somewhere?
Yeah, he lives there. 432 Argyle Street.
His music, local crime scenes...
I'd say this guy just hit the top of your suspect chart, so go. Go! Go!
Four hours to rush hour. You're driving.
Bingo.
And you're sure about this, too?
You found the person hacking into the Warehouse?
Yep.
The network intrusion came from Washington?
With a 98.3 probability.
Do you have a suspect?
Who's this? Pete and Myka's ex-boss.
Dickinson. Daniel Dickinson.
So the breach came from Secret Service?
If I'm right, and I'm right, directly from his office computer.
Artie, what are you gonna do?
Stop him.
Looks like somebody might have fallen on hard times, huh?
Hard enough to rob banks?
Just hold it right there.
Whatever it is you're selling, I am not interested.
We're with the government. We'd like to speak with Eric Marsden, please.
What for?
Suspicion of bank robbery.
You've gotta be kidding me.
When my voice went, I needed something to do.
I backed him up on over 50 records,
so I guess this ain't much different.
I've been his caretaker going on five years now.
Does he have any family?
Ex-wife. She got remarried.
Started a new family a long time ago.
What about children?
One kid. Haven't talked in years.
So will he talk to us?
Well, he's bipolar, clinically depressed and semi-catatonic.
Last month he was diagnosed with liver cancer, but, hey, go for it.
How much time does he have left?
Maybe a year.
You ask the questions. Not you, 'cause your timbre will bug him.
And cell phones off, no ringing, and sure as hell no vibrating,
or he's gonna start screaming.
So, get to it. It's almost lunch.
Mr. Marsden?
My name is Myka. This is my friend Pete.
We'd like to ask you a few questions.
We're looking into some trouble
that we think might be connected with something you wrote.
A song, possibly.
Sir?
You have a beautiful voice.
Someone once told me that I have the voice of a barmaid.
He doesn't hear you.
Eric, is there something you wrote that affects people?
Makes them happy?
I mean, I'm not explaining this very well.
Did you see it?
See what?
Everything.
Did you write that piece of music, Eric?
I want my grilled cheese now.
Eric went from pop to jazz to experimental to just plain weird.
You know, he lived in the studio,
writing and mixing and playing thousands of hours of music.
He said he was looking for the key.
The key to what?
I don't know. The human heart, peace, something.
So, where's his music now? Stolen.
Ask me, that's what broke him.
Stolen how?
Ever heard of Jeff Canning?
Windy Lake Records.
That's him.
So, what happened?
What always happens when an artist meets a conman.
One of them gets rich and the other one loses an ear.
Eric didn't care about the money.
Canning stole his music rights in a terrible deal.
Eric was never the same after that.
And now Canning is sitting on everything.
So, if you're looking for a criminal, talk to Mr. Canning.
Is that it?
And thanks for playing the piano.
He hasn't touched it in years, but I always keep it tuned.
It's good to hear it again.
I didn't know you played.
I had a crush on my piano teacher.
I used to love going to lessons.
Let's go see Mr. Canning, shall we?
Hey, so was that your dad who said you sounded like a barmaid?
Drop it, Pete.
It's hard to when you're on the phone every 30 minutes.
Okay, look, my family is having a party next week, okay?
Are you satisfied?
Myka, the world will survive without you for a day, okay?
Go be with your family.
You make it sound so cozy.
What's the problem?
You ever see that movie The Great Santini?
With the tough dad and the scared kids?
It's like that, huh?
Yeah, except it wasn't over in two hours.
Windy Lake Records, this is Stephanie. Todd, hi.
The boss was wondering if you'd mailed his all-access pass this year.
Yeah, well, is there any way that we could...
Okay. Well, I guess we'll just wait for your call, then. Thanks.
So, it looks like the boss man fell off the rich and powerful list.
You get that from ogling the help?
The offices near the elevator are empty.
The magazines are three months old.
Well, money's tight all over.
Except the banks in Chicago are just giving it away, right?
Any idea which one might be next?
I'm working on it, but if there's a link, I'm not seeing it yet.
Hi, I'm Jeff Canning.
Hey, Jeff. Agent Pete Lattimer.
Agent Bering.
And what can I do for the government today?
Well, I have a few questions about an artist you represent.
I made a lot of deals over the years. Bought and sold libraries.
But ultimately my job is to get the music out there.
What about Eric Marsden's music?
He isn't selling these days. Kind of fallen out of fashion.
But I do have an offer on the table to buy his stuff.
Of course, if you want to better it, it's yours.
Who wants it?
An anonymous buyer.
I suspect it's a collector in Japan. They love the bubble gum.
This is Eric. All his hits, his misfires, work-for-hire stuff.
What's this?
Experimental self-indulgence that will probably never see the light of day.
And why is that?
Costs more to market than you could ever get in return.
For this I blame Jed Fissel.
Jed Fissel?
Eric's engineer. He bought into Eric's search
for a new sound that people needed to hear.
New Age crap.
They spent way too much of my money looking for it.
Most of it sounds like bricks in a blender.
Uh-oh.
Oh, no.
Where's...
So, where's Fissel now?
Last I heard, he was driving a cab downtown,
but that was years ago. Look, what's this all about?
Well, somebody's robbing banks in Chicago,
and we think that something that Marsden wrote might be involved.
Anyone can find his stuff in flea markets,
resale shops, peer-to-peer networks.
No, it's something unreleased,
something the public has never heard until now.
Not possible.
Everything is right here, and I've got the only key.
Mr. Canning, your lunch date's here, and I forwarded the phone.
Thank you, Stephanie, you can take off.
Half-days?
No secret. The industry's going through a few changes.
Save a penny, earn a penny.
The FBI has company. Secret Service is on us now.
Why?
Doesn't matter. How's the money?
Laundered and ready to go. You give the word and everything happens.
What's with the getup? We're gonna need more.
The situation's changed.
Let's go.
Jed Fissel, Eric Marsden's recording engineer.
Last known address, Fultondale, Alabama.
Been off the grid for six months.
Dead? Unknown.
There's a pattern. We're missing something that we're not seeing.
Fridays, rush hour...
No, besides that.
Why these banks? These branches?
And they're all over the city.
Ooh, FBI.
Lattimer.
I've got some pissed off agents here
who want to take away your scissor privileges.
Oh, if I had a nickel...
Look, you gave us the sound thing, so I'm returning the favor.
We're setting up at Midwesterner Bank on Grand.
Based on what?
Just going over the rush hour traffic patterns around the other banks.
Those streets are jammed except for a few specific, not well-known routes.
This bank fits the bill.
This crew knows the way in and out of these areas like no one else.
Except maybe cab drivers.
Ask her about Jed Fissel.
Jed Fissel. Wait.
The FBI is staking out the Midwesterner on Grand, okay?
Belski has a vibe. Do you?
No. Then I say they're wrong. We're on this.
Well... But what if it goes down and we're not there?
Fine. Go, play footsy with the FBI.
Pete. What?
Leave the Farnsworth.
Okay. Call me if you get something.
Hi, Mom.
Well, I'm sorry he's canceling it,
but don't make this my fault, okay?
It's okay. I got it.
Myka, are you there?
Finally.
For crying out...
Yeah? You know how when
you sing in the shower and it bounces off the tiles and you sound spectacular?
No, I never sound spectacular. What are you talking about?
The banks are all like that, Artie. They're all marble and stone,
and this music is knocking people sideways because it...
It resonates inside the banks.
Like mad.
Oh. So something in the source material is...
Amplified by the banks' designs.
Okay, I need you to compare all the architecture and interior dimensions
of Fidelity Mutual against all the banks in the Chicago area
that haven't been robbed.
Yet. Yes.
What about Marsden? Is he still a suspect?
No, he's dying of cancer, but his sound engineer, Jed Fissel,
the guy who actually made the recording, is unaccounted for.
Hold the line, please.
Forget something?
Who the...
What was that?
Kodak moment. Okay.
The number of unrobbed banks that fit the acoustic profile
of the already robbed banks. Is that what you're looking for?
Yes.
It is exactly two.
Two. Great. Where?
It'll be okay, Stevie.
What is it you do exactly? Part of the Homeland Security thing?
I can't tell you what I do exactly.
How does someone get invited to your party?
Well, you don't get invited, you get shoved.
How long have you and Bering been partners?
Not long.
She's wound pretty tight.
Yes, she is.
Her history doesn't bother you? Denver?
She did her best.
And the agent who died in the shootout, Sam Martino, there's a scuttlebutt.
Apparently Martino and your partner were having an affair and he was married.
Separated, but still...
Lattimer. Myka nailed it.
The targeted banks have the same acoustic profile, all right?
And I should have figured that out and I didn't.
Artie, Artie, where is she?
Federal agent! Stop!
What happened? Marble and stone and big high ceilings.
That's what the music needs to work.
Want to ask the recording engineer?
Jed Fissel, meet the FBI.
If you ask nicely, he might give you the other two.
Lock it up. I need video, I need tech out here right now.
It's a gray van, no windows, no plates,
and the right rear tire is bald.
They're using a record player. Like a Close 'N Play.
So there's a record.
Possibly in a silver case. I got hit with it.
There's three suspects including Fissel. One was a woman.
Are you sure? Yeah.
I felt her.
Did you touch her boobies?
Yeah, like that hurt.
...hell are you?
My name?
Doesn't matter. But I think you know who I represent.
Flash Gordon?
You know, I did a lot of work.
A lot of research. I traced packets from network systems
all over the world until I finally figured out it was that computer.
Your computer right over there
that initiated a security breach into my business.
Why'd you do it? What do you want?
All right, you listen to me, whoever you are.
If you're gonna kill me or whatever that thing does, do it.
If you're going to talk about things that make no sense,
then get the hell out of my office.
I know that you did it.
Warehouse 13. I got hacked!
Buddy, you got punked. I didn't hack you.
Hey, look, I screwed up, okay? I'm sorry you got hit.
Don't worry about it. Let's just get Fissel talking,
find this record and go home. All right?
Myka. Yeah?
Do you still have those ear plugs? Yeah.
Put them in.
Myka, watch out!
FBI, stop!
See, whoever did this mirrored these 12 proxies
and ran the breach through here.
I didn't see that.
Well, I bet there's an entire floor of analysts at the NSA
that would have missed it, too. Well...
I mean, you traced it this far. Yeah.
The rest should be easy. Let me work it from here.
Let you... No... No.
What I need is 30 minutes alone with this terminal.
Not possible.
Don't ask.
Yeah?
Artie, I need you to find my cell phone.
I am not your personal cell phone locator, okay?
No, we just lost a suspect. They hit us with the music and took him.
Are you okay? And is Pete okay?
I'm fine. Pete's still...
A little affected by the music.
He's making a love connection.
He's... He's making a what?
Look, I managed to get my cell phone into one of their pockets.
Find it and tell us where we need to go.
Okay, I'll get back to you as soon as I can, all right?
So how are they doing?
You know, they're...
Mostly they're a pain in my ass.
So am I. I'm not leaving.
This is Warehouse 13.
This is my office.
If you want to use my computer to poke around your problem, I'm staying.
Got your 30 minutes. I suggest you not waste it.
Yeah.
Could you at least avert your eyes, all right? I mean, occasionally.
Okay. All right. Thank you.
Don't you want to find Myka's cell phone?
Oh, right, I...
Belski doesn't seem too bothered by the fact
that her case just kicked her in the ass.
Huh?
Artie's tracing my phone.
What are you doing?
I like your perfume.
I'm not wearing perfume.
Well, whatever you're wearing, I love it.
Stephanie.
Canning's assistant.
Hot damn.
I found your cell phone.
Is it there? No.
Where's Jed? And Stephanie?
It was never about the money.
Where's the record?
It was never about the money.
She missed her father.
She had to bring him home.
Canning said he had a buyer.
An anonymous buyer.
His daughter.
Everything fell apart. He couldn't write anymore.
He lost his music. He lost his daughter.
There was nothing left for him to hold on to, so he let go.
We have to call the FBI.
Why?
Why not?
The bank robberies, they're not our problem.
That is our problem.
Belski will find them.
Maybe.
But maybe not.
I...
I gotta take this.
Hi, Mom.
Yeah.
Can I talk to Dad?
You're putting that back together, right?
Uh, yeah.
You know, good as new.
Okay, Mr. Knock-knock,
I'm gonna open a door and see who you are.
You have to stop her.
Hello?
You've got to...
Who's there? Got to stop... Got to stop her!
Someone's there. I can...
What the hell was that?
You okay?
Who, me? Sure. You know, just a little shock.
Previously on Warehouse 13...
Arthur Nielsen. You can call me Artie.
I'm thrilled you're on the team.
What team? What is this place?
You're both joining me as fellow gatherers and protectors of secrets.
Bering, Mr. Lattimer,
welcome to Warehouse 13.
Can we get back to the Warehouse computers being breached?
Somebody is poking around in your system.
Warehouse 13! I got hacked!
Myka, I could use a hand down here.
I'm distracting the gendarmes first. That was the plan, remember?
Did you switch out the blade yet?
If I had, I wouldn't be calling you, would I?
Hang tight. Be there in two.
Pete, time's up!
Come on. Almost there.
Now I've got you.
Damn it.
Very nice. You must be super fun on a date.
Guys love that, all kickass action and no talking.
I switched the blade.
You didn't follow the plan. Now hurry before they get up.
I'm sorry. Newsflash. Your plan wasn't working.
Are you forgetting something?
Let's go.
I was just keeping you on your toes.
Right. It's always my toes. What about your toes?
ripped through areas in and around Baghdad...
to assist Hungary in avoiding...
Sister Grace.
You believe this?
Sister Grace, come down!
Somebody stop her!
Come on now, Sister Grace...
Call the sheriff.
You've gotta see this.
Don't jump!
Sister Grace, come down!
Miraculously, Sister Grace Ellen only suffered minor injuries
and is listed in stable condition
at a local hospital here in Unionville.
Adele Porro, Channel 6 News.
What's going on there in Unionville?
Okay, Marie Antoinette guillotine blade,
bagged, tagged and on the shelf.
Congratulations, but remember to charge the Tesla next time.
Are you still going on about the Tesla?
No, Pete, what I am going on about is protocol.
I mean, you do know how to read, don't you?
You know, when you frown, that premature wrinkle line in your forehead
gets a little more prominent.
You just hate it when I'm right.
Thank God that never happens.
You know what I don't get about you... Guys.
How I wake up in the morning looking this good?
No, no, Pete, what I don't get is
your pathological need to ignore authority.
Guys. Okay?
Guys, can you hear me? You were not in charge in Paris.
Well, neither were you.
Well, better than you.
What is that? You are like a child!
Watch your negative energy.
You're like an uptight control freak!
The Warehouse will do bad things.
No, no, no, don't do it. Don't you do it.
Thank you very much, Miss Community College.
Miss Community College?
Six, six, six, four, nine, six...
What about your parents?
I suggest you close your eyes.
It had to be done.
You know, it's gonna have who knows what consequences,
and as I keep telling you repeatedly,
all things have a magnetic context,
especially things in that warehouse.
Pete, Pete, you cannot go into that place with so much negative energy.
You want to fight with her? Fine, fight with her, but not there.
One of us has to be in charge out in the field, don't you think?
You haven't listened to a word I've said, have you?
Yeah, yeah, I'm just saying somebody leads, somebody follows. Right?
I mean, I have more experience, more know-how.
I'm more grounded.
Pete, you're the obvious choice here.
Well... No, no, no. Do me a favor, will you?
You let Myka think that she's running things
because, really, she's very, very, very sensitive.
Sometimes I just want to punch him.
He reminds me of my father, you know. He's arrogant.
I think he's kind of sexy.
He's so not my type.
Really? What's your type?
I don't know, Leena. Opposable thumbs, maybe.
Hello, ladies. We're not interrupting girl talk, are we?
Like now, see, I could punch him right now.
All right, game time. Come on. Come on.
Come on!
A nun, a teenager and an old lady
all acting very strangely in Unionville, Colorado.
I have research here that indicates
that each of these people knew exactly what they were doing.
The thing is, they couldn't stop themselves from doing it for some reason.
Well, could there be a practical explanation? Something in the water...
Nothing. I checked. Maybe it's just a bad flu bug.
Well, only three cases in a town of thousands
indicates it was something non-viral,
although I still need to rule out
anything bacterial, parasitic, prionic, viroidic and of course fungal.
I was kidding.
No, no, never rule out anything until you've ruled it out.
And I want you guys to ask each of the victims
my list of field-recovery questions.
Artie, not the questions. Yeah.
Please. They're embarrassing.
Yeah. My only pleasure left in life, concocting ways to embarrass you.
Here, in case you lost them. Take this.
You know, how can it matter if a person
smells fudge before an incident?
Yeah, or if your gallbladder is feeling numb?
Humor me. All right, I want you to go to Unionville,
find out if these three people are connected in some way,
and if they are, is there an artifact at the center of it?
If there is, bring it home. Simple.
Easy peasy. Oh, Transpo. My truck's still in Lake Michigan.
God, that was cold. Word.
All right, take my car.
Just no food, no drink, don't go over 55, don't park near anything.
What? After a certain age, a person likes to have a nice car.
Artie. Yeah?
One of us needs to be in charge. Somebody has to run point.
You. Good, then we're both on the same page.
Of course, Myka. I mean, you're the obvious choice.
Just do me a favor, please. Let Pete think that he's running things.
He's very, very touchy.
I can make that work.
Good.
So, any news on the breach at the Warehouse?
There's been no breach. Just a two-bit hacker who's going nowhere.
Well, after the dead-end at Dickinson's,
it looks like you're the one that's getting nowhere.
I, my dear, am choosing to ignore this irritating pest.
I suggest you do the same.
There could be a probable explanation.
High-tension power lines, a nearby chemical spill.
People just don't go crazy. Uh-huh.
Why don't you go to the local county records office?
See if you can pull the geographics. Then I will go...
How about we just talk to folks
and get a vibe for the town first?
We needa plan, Pete.
Something with a little more logic and a little less Kumbaya.
Or we could just, you know, improvise.
Do you...
Fifty cents? Can you believe that?
See what happens.
Okay, now we have a plan.
No. Now we improvise.
Man, I mean, always blaming the other guy.
This patient weighed 300 pounds, you know.
He smoked like a chimney, all he ate was butter.
He was dead before he got to us.
Now it's my fault he had a heart attack?
He was dead before he got to us!
Excuse me. My husband died of a...
To hell with them. You know, what do they know?
Would you mind, please? Lady, I'm on a break, okay?
Hey, who's there talking with you?
What? I don't know. Some old lady looking for free medical advice probably.
No, Meg. Mmm-hmm?
I don't think that it's your high blood-pressure medicine that's causing this.
I'm so embarrassed. My daughter will be furious.
You know, it could be...
Receptor or channel blockers can cause dizziness,
or it could be a sugar imbalance.
I noticed your diabetic pendant.
You a doctor?
No, I just know a lot.
Well, her insulin levels are good. It's not her meds.
Besides, Meg's not the only one to go off the deep end lately.
Really?
That's one crazy old lady in there, huh?
Oh, no. Meg's an eighth grade English teacher.
She's as sane as I am.
Wait a minute. She spends all day with 13-year-olds
and one bluetool sends her over the edge?
I guess everybody has their limit.
Any similarities between her, the flying nun and that violinist kid?
What did you say you were doing in Unionville?
My wife and I are just passing through, you know.
We're on our honeymoon, so... Anybody mention smelling fudge or...
What exactly do you do for a living, Mr...
Pete. I'm Pete. And you're...
Hey, Mac. Mac.
Everybody around here just calls me Mac.
We got another situation.
What's up, Sal? Tommy Wilson was caught
trying to set the music room on fire.
Principal wants you to come down.
On my way, Sal. Have a nice honeymoon.
Honeymoon? Why would you say that?
I wanted a cover.
Don't want to say who we are just yet, you know?
We stay on the down-Iow, we operate more freely.
Okay, you just can't run around town
saying whatever comes into your head.
We have to stay under the radar, remember? Stealth?
Well, covers are like the definition of stealth,
plus I'm very good at them.
You're 10 years old. You are 10 years old.
You know, I'm gonna go interview the nun.
Fine. Sounds like the violinist kid is getting worse,
so I'm gonna go check that out,
if that's all right with you, Sarge.
You're eight years old.
I knew I could fly. I just knew it.
Where were you before you jumped?
I had just left the center.
Sister Grace works most days at a battered women's shelter.
Have you received any jewelry of any kind recently? Any gifts?
Anything new?
We are nuns. We renounce worldly possessions.
Of course. Right.
Did you know Tommy Wilson or Meg Riley?
Not really.
Is Tommy all right?
Yes, I just thought maybe...
I can fly. I can.
Can I talk to you outside for a second? Will you excuse us?
Hey, Mac.
Hey, sorry to bother you, but can I ask you a few questions
about the Wilson kid?
That's a strange way to spend your honeymoon there, Pete.
Lattimer. Agent Pete Lattimer. Secret Service.
Secret Service? I hope you're not flashing that badge
all over town and scaring folks.
No one's trying to scare anybody.
I got enough problems around here lately
without people thinking this is some kind of terrorist plot.
There's no plot.
Look, Mac, if you just let me do my job, no one will be hurt...
No, sir. Not if your job is sneaking around lying to folks.
I don't trust people who lie to me.
I just need to ask Tommy a few questions.
Tommy Wilson slipped into a coma about an hour ago.
Now, can the Secret Service explain that?
Because the doctors sure as hell can't.
I noticed that Sister Grace was wearing one of those rubber bracelets
for domestic violence awareness.
Yes, she came to us about a year ago.
I can't go into details, but there was a fair amount of abuse.
I'm sorry. Has she been depressed lately?
I mean, I'm assuming this incident is new behavior.
Well, she hasn't jumped off any other buildings, if that's what you mean.
Of course not. It's just...
I'd really like her to get some rest, if that's all right with you.
Right. Sure. Thank you, Father.
Sister Grace?
Oh, my God! Look!
What's she doing up there?
Sister Grace!
The wind.
Sister!
Stay there, Sister. I'm coming up.
Sister!
I can fly.
You cannot fly!
Grace Ellen!
So wait, the snow bank saved her life?
Yeah, I mean, Sister Grace is alive,
but she's all busted up from the fall.
Should put the snow bank in the Warehouse.
Okay, sounds like it's intensifying. Is Tommy still in a coma?
Yeah, yeah, I was just over there.
The doctor said he just kind of shut down.
Okay, well, that sounds like it's causing some kind of regression.
You gotta find this thing fast before it gets worse. You got that?
Uh-huh.
Yeah. Have you ever seen anything like this?
Well, actually, once.
There was this little bell, and what it did is it made people laugh.
Well, that doesn't sound very dangerous.
Oh, yeah? Well, the victims would ultimately laugh themselves to death.
Cardiac arrest due to asphyxiation.
Freaky. So what you're saying is there's always a link?
Always. And you just keep looking under rocks,
and I'll do what I can from here, okay?
Book on tape.
It's always mind control.
Hey! I have work to do!
Okay.
Okay. That's that.
Now cut that out.
Thanks.
You didn't get that from me.
I'm running a business here.
Hey. Hey.
So nothing connects. Tommy never had Meg as a teacher,
Meg doesn't know Sister Grace,
and Sister Grace taught Sunday school, but Tommy never took it.
So they're all doing things completely out of character?
So, if someone does something totally opposite
from what they normally do...
Drugs.
Although the old lady and the nun don't strike me as crackheads.
Not so much. Hey, I thought the medic might know something,
so I asked him to meet me after work.
Good idea. I got a thing to do,
but, Myka, I want you to be careful. I want you to use a condom.
That's hilarious.
Thanks for taking the time. No worries.
The wife's taking care of the twins, so...
Oh, congratulations.
Six months. They say it gets easier.
Do you want to sit down?
Yeah, sure.
Sorry I'm late, by the way. It's been such a weird day.
Did something else happen?
Do you remember Meg? From the coffee shop?
Let me guess, she went a little crazier, right?
Yeah. In the middle of a planning meeting for a children's carnival,
she threw a lamp at Father Braid.
Was he hurt? He's all right.
I was just at his office. A couple of stitches and she broke her wrist,
but the weird thing is, they're really good friends.
Father Braid helped her through the loss of her husband last year.
Did he die at the hospital where Meg threw the urn?
In the emergency room. He had a heart attack.
Okay, so...
Hey. Hey, I'm up here.
Hey.
Hi. I'm Dave. I haven't seen you around before. You new?
Eight years, actually. I'm just passing through town. I'm Pete.
Welcome, Pete. It's a great meeting.
Good. I could use one tonight.
All right, meeting time. Take a seat if you can, please.
Welcome to the Saturday Night Solutions meeting.
My name is Ellis. I'm an alcoholic.
Hi, Ellis.
And I'll be your leader for tonight.
Can you think of anything these people have in common?
I can't. Meg isn't even from Unionville. She's from Colton.
That could be important. How far is...
Can I just touch these?
Hey! Ross!
I'm sorry! I'm sorry. I don't even know why I'd do that.
I've never done anything like that before.
I'm married. I told you, right? I have twins.
I told you that. Wait a second.
Just wait a second.
Can I just touch this one? Ow!
Okay, I think I know what's going on here.
I'm sorry. I'm sorry. That hurts.
I don't know why I keep doing that.
I believe you, I'd just rather you didn't do it again, okay?
Ross, you lost your balance.
Lost what?
Right before you just... You lost your balance.
So did Meg before she threw that guy through the glass
and Tommy in the video.
What are you saying?
You've got it.
Whatever this is, you've been affected, too.
And if not for this program taking it one day at a time,
I'd have been dead 22 years ago,
but I was willing to do anything to keep from taking that next drink.
Anything. So if you...
Dave, you all right?
What's going on, Dave?
Dave? Excuse me.
Dave!
Thank you for this. No problem.
Okay, so we know that you've been in contact with Meg.
What about Sister Grace or Tommy Wilson?
No, I don't even know Tommy, and I've only seen the Sister at church.
Hey, Dave, what are you doing here?
- Pete? - Hang on, Myka.
Thanks, Pete. Yeah, it's all right, man.
Dave, put it down! Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
No, no, no, no, no!
Dave, what are you doing?
Yeah, you got over 20 years, man.
What's up? Did something happen to you?
Why? Who are you?
He's Pete.
Pete, this is Ellis Hayes, my therapist.
Oh, for crying out loud.
Okay! I'm sorry, I won't do it again.
I won't touch your breasts anymore.
What are you doing? We talked about this.
Wait, you talked to Ross?
Wait a minute, do you treat an old lady named Meg and a teenage violinist?
I can't discuss my patients with you.
We got a lot of questions for you, pal.
Dave! Dave! Dave...
What the hell? Uncuff me.
We need to get him to a hospital right away. Call 911.
Okay, so what, now Dave is in a coma, too?
Yeah, he collapsed right in front of us.
The doctors are bringing in some specialists.
Well, I doubt that specialist is going to be any help.
I think this thing ultimately shuts down the central nervous system.
I'm worried it's gonna go further
and shut down their body entirely.
What about that therapist?
Yeah, I'm going to see him now.
And I'm gonna go see Father Braid,
see if I can get some details about when Sister Grace went into therapy.
Maybe it's time related.
Time? No, no, no, no, no.
The pattern of behavior here is the result of individual contact
with the same artifact.
Something they found.
They might have seen it. Probably they touched it.
What am I looking for?
Anything that might cause an electrical or chemical imbalance in the brain.
Well, so, a brain imbalancer.
That's easy. It's probably right next to his time-travel machine.
No, no. Trust yourselves. You're gonna know it when you see it.
That's why we chose you. Instinct and observation.
You're a great team.
What... What is that? Where are you?
We are at an ice-skating rink.
You feel better there, twinkle toes?
I like skating and it helps me think, Artie.
I have nothing but faith.
Nothing but faith.
For crying out loud. Who designed this?
Thomas Edison, Nikola Tesla and M. C. Escher.
What are you doing here? Thought you might need me.
Do you? Please.
It's no big deal. I'm just trying to track down
an electrical short or an anomaly.
I tracked it down.
I'll take that as a yes.
I don't care if you're James Bond.
What a therapist discusses with his patients is completely privileged.
Not under the Patriot Act.
I have no intention...
Uh-huh?
Look, Ellis, people are being hurt.
Believe me, you want to help me, or you're not gonna have any patients left.
What's this?
Don't touch that. Please. I just acquired it.
Really? No, don't pick it up! It's an antique.
Belonged to Joseph Dunninger, the famous mentalist.
Are you kidding me, man?
What, you didn't think that this was worth mentioning?
I collect pocket watches.
There's nothing in the Patriot Act about that, is there?
I have to take this with me. You what?
Don't snap your pencil. I'll get it back to you.
Probably.
Sheriff MacKenna was just here and I told him the same thing.
Sister Grace has never been to see Ellis Hayes.
Well, how can you be sure?
Because I suggested it and she refused.
She was mortified by the idea.
I happen to believe in therapy.
I suggested it to Meg as well.
Anger issues? When Ben died,
she felt betrayed by doctors, by God.
It's quite common for...
I know how she feels.
Since I lost Sam,
men in my life drive me...
Even before my dad...
Yes, well, to get back to Meg,
I suppose she's been more angry with...
Men. Angry at men.
Agent Bering?
My boss, my colleagues, my partner,
my father, they're everywhere.
Suffocating me.
Agent Bering.
Are you all right? Myka?
Well, thank you so much. I'll just show myself out.
Ellis just called me. He's very upset.
Now, I want to know just what the hell you two are up to.
I got people to protect in this town.
You think you can just walk all over me?
Dude, you're taking this kind of personal, don't you think?
Secret Service. Anybody could buy a badge on the Internet.
I don't know what you two got planned,
but I will do whatever I have to to protect my country.
Chew on that.
Oh, hey, and where have you been?
I was... I have been here for half an hour.
And the sheriff is a little spooky, FYI,
but don't worry, because I found it.
Ta-da. Joseph Dunninger's watch.
He's a famous mentalist, in case you didn't know,
so score one for the Pete dog.
Don't worry. You're still in charge.
I mean, look, we can't all be heroes all the time.
Your chance to be a hero... You're an ass.
Huh?
Hey! Ow!
Myka, jeez Louise!
Okay, little girl, fun's over!
Myka, I think you got it.
You're infected.
Thanks for bailing me out, but this is ridiculous.
I've been exposed to the artifact. I should stay locked up.
What am I supposed to do? Let you sit in jail and quietly slip into a coma?
I could get really dangerous, Pete, to you!
You know, I'm going back inside.
Wait, wait, wait. Myka, look.
No, you look. You have a job to do. You...
How can you trust me if you know that I could turn on you at any minute?
Because I do, okay? I just do.
You're gonna have to do more than take a swing at me.
Besides, how are you gonna be in charge if you're in jail, huh?
Who's gonna tell me what to do?
Hey, Artie. Artie, I've got it. I've been exposed.
Are you sure?
Oh, yeah, we're sure.
Okay, well, it's just that much more important to find this artifact fast.
Hey, Artie, look, so there's no way it could be the watch, right?
I mean, maybe, you know, the anti-magnetic bag thing didn't work.
It is not the watch. Myka didn't touch the watch.
And Sister Grace wasn't even a patient.
I told him it wasn't the watch.
I told you it wasn't the watch.
That's not annoying at all.
Look, guys, you're doing great,
you just have to both go out there and keep looking.
Artie, I've been exposed. I have to stay locked up.
Yeah, I told her I could handle it.
Please, like you handled the bar?
I mean, come on. I mean, really? Hey, hey, hey, hey!
Get it together. People are in hospitals.
It's only a question of time before somebody dies
from this thing that you have not found yet.
All right. Okay.
You know, he's trying to find the location of this warehouse
by probing the electrical grid.
Look at that. Not a bad notion.
This guy's a thinker.
And what, we're just sitting ducks?
No, no, no. Look at that. It's completely unfocused.
He's got no actual control of anything. He's just causing trouble.
Well, he seems to be doing a good job of that.
Yeah.
Okay, so maybe there's something going on before it affects you. What if...
Pete, I insist that you handcuff me,
make sure that I can't hurt you.
Look, Myka, let's find the artifact by...
I need you to disarm the danger first...
I just don't understand why...
I mean, that's what you're supposed to...
Just listen to me for once.
Uh-oh!
No, you don't. Okay. All right, all right.
Sorry about that. No, no, no, no, no. No worries.
It's my fault. I kind of did that on purpose.
I mean, what were you thinking just then? What were you feeling?
Nothing.
Okay, I was kind of thinking that you're an infantile chimp. I'm sorry.
No, no, okay. That's good. So obviously it affects your subconscious.
Subconscious. Subconscious desires.
Pete, that's it. Meg wants revenge.
Sister Grace wants to escape.
Ross... I bet that Ross's wife is still breastfeeding,
and Tommy secretly hates the violin.
And you subconsciously want to punch me every five minutes.
Okay, sometimes, but why me and not you,
and why hasn't the whole town gone nuts?
Okay, well, let's just retrace our steps.
Where have you gone that I haven't?
Okay, we were at the coffee shop. Coffee shop.
And at the bar.
I was at the jail, but nobody else there was affected, so I don't...
Myka.
That's Ross.
That's Meg.
You've been in that church.
Twice. You?
No.
Father, it's in the church. What's in the church?
Tommy Wilson, Meg, Dave, Ross,
they're all members of your congregation, right?
What do they have in common? Are they on some committee together?
No, they're not even... Wait, I've seen each of them recently.
They've each been in here. Wait, wait, here, here in this office?
Here. It's in here. Of course it is.
I've been in here, too. Pete, you should get out of here.
You have to get out of here now.
Can't be that simple. Why?
Father Braid isn't affected.
Father, where do you talk to them? Where are you sitting?
In that chair.
And I sat...
That's it. It's the chair.
Father, where did you get this chair?
I inherited it from my great, great, great...
Got it. Pete... I'm on it.
Okay, how long have you had the chair?
About a week or so. What is that thing?
It's a... It could... We... Never mind. Pete?
Father, Father, what's his name,
the original owner, your great, great, great...
James Braid. He was a doctor.
Did he... Wait. Did he say James Braid?
Yes. Yes.
He's the father of hypnotherapy.
Artie, that's it. Father Braid has his chair. That's gotta be it, right?
Hang on, hang on. He's a direct descendent. And if he's got the same DNA,
same vocal patterns... It's the iron springs.
It's the springs in the chair?
If they become ferromagnetized,
like silverware can... Screwdrivers.
...years of powerful hypnotherapy and brainwaves...
All those patients sat in this chair,
and those springs began to work on their own.
Releasing their subconscious desires.
Combined with the sound of his voice.
Like a tuning fork. Are you saying this chair caused all this?
I know. It's freaky. This stuff is always freaky.
Artie, how do we reverse this?
You know, you could try dousing the chair. That...
Pete!
Myka, what's going on? Hey, answer me! Pete!
- Mac! - All the way out.
Wait!
Mac!
There you are. Just who I was looking for.
Sheriff, put the gun down.
It's a virus. You planted a virus in my town,
and I've gotta contain it!
Okay, okay. Father, are you hit anywhere else?
It's in my shoulder. It hurts.
So I take it Sheriff MacKenna sat in that chair recently.
Yesterday. Great.
Let me help you. Let me see that.
Ross, where are Susan and the twins?
No, it's okay. They're outside.
The canister of goo is in the trunk.
Let me see. Let me see. I'll take care of the Father.
I'm going to clean up this town. You understand me?
Get him outside right now.
And get everyone as far away from here as possible.
Okay. Come on.
Do you hear me? I'm gonna clean up this town!
Do you think the Tesla would ignite that bomb?
Let's test that theory another day, shall we?
Then go douse the chair. I'll take care of Captain America.
No, no, he hates you. You go douse the chair.
For once, would you just let me call it?
It'd be better if you weren't here, Pete.
Why do you always have to be so bossy?
I'm sorry!
Would you stop doing that?
Just stop pissing me off then!
All right, no, you know what? Fine, fine.
Come on out and I'll let these people go.
Down! Ow!
Sorry. Sorry. Okay, you know,
if you were gonna ask me how I would die,
I would say that being beaten to death by my partner
would be really low on the list.
Just go do the chair. I'm gonna go do the chair.
Okay.
Stay down! Stay down!
Don't do this, Mac! Try and focus. This isn't you.
Some must die so others will live!
You don't want to hurt these people, Mac.
I know what you're feeling. Just try and fight it.
I will not let this evil spread to the rest of the country!
It ends here!
There is no danger, Mac.
Listen to me. Look around you.
You know these people, right? They're your friends.
Hey, I doused the chair. It's over!
Okay, I'll be right back.
It's a trick! You're trying to trick me!
It's not a trick, Mac. I'm on your side.
See, Mac, I'm trying to help you.
If you want me to trust you, then show yourself.
Show yourself!
Take me, Mac.
I'm the one you want. Not them.
There's probably dozens of you in town by now. Hundreds.
No, it's just me. I'm the bad guy, Mac.
All right? Let them go.
You and your friends are dead.
Mac?
You lose this one.
No!
They never should have sent a woman.
No, you did not.
Pete, any time now.
Agent Bering. What the...
There's no time. Just help me get this thing off.
Can you disarm it?
No.
Is he still... No, but this thing is still ticking!
Pete? Pete?
Pete!
What? What?
Oh, God.
See, wasn't so hard, was it?
No. No, it wasn't hard. Not at all.
No. It was almost, I don't know, fun.
Yeah.
But...
Artie. Mmm-hmm? Yeah, what is it?
Look, Artie.
First off, we wanted to say thanks for letting us use your car.
That GPS system, that's just fantastic.
Fantastic.
Yeah, and the seats? I think that leather was custom-made.
Right? It was like Corinthian leather.
What happened to my car? Did you... Did you ding it?
No. Ding? No. Absolutely not.
I wouldn't say...
Then what?
Okay, look, I needed somewhere to throw the bomb.
Someplace enclosed.
Oh, God.
We did manage to save your cassette.
I loved that car. Loved... Loved.
Psych! That's what you get for lying to us!
"Let Myka think that she's in charge. " Yeah.
"Pete's touchy. Make him think that he's in charge."
You know what I'm saying? What a burn.
You like that? I've been working on it all...
The eyes are a little...
But it's the thing, it's the mouth.
Well, well, well,
look who's able to work on something together without arguing.
Oh, my God. He's in.