Warehouse 13 (2009–2014): Season 1, Episode 11 - Nevermore - full transcript

Previously on
Warehouse 13...

Whoever stole the sword

has other things that
belong in the warehouse,

which would mean
that we have competition.

Lattimer and Bering, right?

They're so raw, so untrained,
so corruptible.

What about your folks?

Colorado Springs.

They own a bookstore
called Bering & Sons.

Well, he must be proud of you.

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.

Oh, my.

- Myka?
- Artie, I'm here.

In Macpherson's apartment.

Myka, be careful.

Macpherson's gone.
It's another dead end.

Found him!

Pete's having better luck
in Montreal.

How much better?

Macpherson's headed east
on Sainte Catherine!

Artie, I've got the cops on me!

I'll get rid of the cops.
You just stay on Macpherson.



There's an alley on the right.
He's heading for the subway.

Attention all units.

Abandon the current pursuit
on Sainte Catherine!

This is an RCMP matter!

Repeat:
This is an RCMP matter!

We got him, Artie!

Be careful, Pete. We do not
know if he has them.

Artie.

Give it up, Macpherson.
We win this one.

Artie, he has the cymbal.
He has the cymbal!

Pete, you've gotta get out of there!
Just get out of there!

If you see the cymbals,
cover your ea--

Pete? Artie? What happened?
Is everything okay?

Pete!
Pete, can you hear me?

Pete!

Pete. Look, Pete.
Pete, you've got to get up.

Mom, I'm up.
I won't be late.

I'm okay.
I managed to cover my ears.

Where is he?
Where's Macpherson?

He's gone, Artie.

I lost him.
I lost Macpherson.

Hey, Mom, listen,
I'm busy right now.

I can't really--
Myka, it's your father.

He--he--he started feeling bad,
and I-I--he--he--

What?

Just come on home.
Just come back. Just come home.

We've got to wrap it up.

Artie, I need to go home.

I'm going home, my father's dying.

Dude. Heh!

Does Tamara know
you're stalking her?

Or is this just
for makeup tips?

Give it back, Greg.

Boo-hoo, baby.

Yeah, I don't know, Leena.
It's complicated.

Macpherson put decoys and bogus
informational breadcrumbs--

Put them all over the world,

and my software narrowed him
down to two locations,

and Montréal turned out to be,
you know,

the one that was-- Did you say
you wanted no ice in your le--

God! Don't do that!

Mrs. Frederic,
what'd you do with Leena?

Sorry. Would--would you care
for a le--le--no.

You're here because
you want to know what happened.

Two policemen dead, Arthur.
I know what happened.

The Montreal police have
a dashboard camera in the car.

But I told Pete.
He had the recording.

How did you--? Please.

Look, we were following a lead.

You took a shot in the dark.

We hit the center
of that target.

With a small-caliber bullet.

Pete's caliber
is very large. We--

You know what? I'm done
with this analogy.

We had an agreement.

You were supposed to gather
information...

I know. Bring it to me...

Yeah. And we would plan

to get Macpherson together.

You had no offensive strategy.

No defensive posture.
No containment plan.

You were not prepared.

Where's Lattimer and Bering?

Out.

Manage my assets better
or I swear on the ashes

of the first 12 warehouses,
I will take them away.

I can get Macpherson again.
I don't doubt it.

You make no moves against him
without consulting me first.

Yes, ma'am.

Do you have--

How does she do that?

All right, everyone.

Please close your booklets,
ladies and gentlemen.

Tamara, can you gather
them up, please?

Okey-doke.
John Steinbeck's east of Eden.

Betrayal, lost love,
jealousy. Good stuff.

Please read the first 50 pages
for discussion tomorrow,

if you would.
Have a good one.

Bobby, can you
come here for a sec?

You okay?
Uh, you seem a little distracted.

Computer lab thing. Up late.

Did you, uh--
Did you talk to her yet?

I've got something for you.

Thanks, Tamara.
No problem.

Poetry.
Burns, Blake, Byron.

That's just the Bs.

Let them do
the talking for you, hmm?

Good luck.

Mom.

Mom?

Mom. Oh, Myka!

Hi, hi!
Your cell phone isn't working,

and I tried calling, but--
the battery died.

Where is he?

He's fine. Don't worry.

He's upstairs. Why don't you
go up and see him?

Sorry I scared you,
but he's fine now.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Yep. A wasted trip, kiddo.

You bring a gun in here?

Yeah, it's packed
downstairs, disassembled.

I thought you
were in the hospital.

I thought you were dying.
Your mother overreacted.

I'm fine.

- It's not a stroke?
- No, no, no, not a stroke.

We've got a few more tests,
but, oh, God,

you should have
heard him screaming.

I didn't scream. Oh.

I've never screamed in my life!

Do you remember what happened?

No, I don't remember
anything, except waking up

in the ambulance, wondering
what the fuss was all about.

Jeannie, get the girl some food.
Mom, I'm--I'm not hungry.

It's because you've starved
your hunger nerve to death.

Uh, the doctor said
it might be a virus.

You're too skinny.

Um, an inner ear
or spinal inflammation.

Um, they've got him on steroids
and an anti-viral.

- Oh, Mrs. B.
- Oh, hi.

I am gonna need this recipe.
The hot sauce is killer.

Great. Oh, you've got some--

Look at you. Oh, sorry.

What are you--?

Oh, we've met Pete.
Boy, he's a pip.

Just got here. Met your dad.

Are these yours?
Found them in the kitchen.

Yeah. I'm so sorry.
They're, uh,

for collecting evidence.
I'm sorry.

What are you doing here?

Well, I thought
you might need the support.

Artie disagreed
but was overruled.

By who?

By me. The pip.

Well, I don't need any support.

Miss independent,
me neither.

Seriously, Dad.
I've been here for, like, what?

A minute?
Miss touchy, too.

Oh, please, Warren.

I've got to go down
to the basement.

Eat something!

I'm not hungry.

Well, um, I'm going to get
that guest room ready.

And for your bed, I've got
some new flannel sheets

I got at Dody's.
No, no, no. You are my guests.

It's my house.
You're my guests.

Wow.

What about work?

Uh, well, work vanished.

And until it reappears,
I'm here as a friend

in this hopefully
not too stressful time.

I mean, it could have
been worse, right? Your dad?

Thank you.

No, I-I appreciate it,
and you're right.

It could have been worse.

Well, hey, wait, wait.
Myka, Myka, Myka.

Yeah?

Look, I was talking to your dad.

He thinks you're still in D.C.
They both do.

Well, yeah.

And if you tell them
any differently, I swear,

I will--I will drop a dictionary
on your crotch.

What? I'm supposed to tell them
that I'm working

for the world's most dangerous
antiques roadshow?

No. You tell them the truth.

Or at least part of the truth.

I don't know. Something
to cut the stress.

I'm not stressed.

You're lying to them.

It's a force of habit,
you know?

It keeps my dad from being
disappointed.

You have hot sauce
all over your face.

Dad!

Mom?

Myka, get back.

Dad?

Watch your eyes.

Oh!

Warren. Warren.

What happened?
What happened is...

Your dad's got an artifact.

Myka!

Myka! Hey!

Where's the notebook?
It's this way.

Myka? Mom, it's okay.

Myka, who is it?
Is she--

This is Claudia.
We work with her.

What's that? That is--

Claudia, back here.

That's for me.

No, you wait just a minute.

I want some answers, Myka.

Now, first of all, who is
the man in the little TV?

His name is Artie.

And is he a doctor?

No, but--

Your father belongs
in a hospital.

This isn't medical. Mom,
this is something else.

And how do you know?
You're not a doctor.

You protect the president.

Not anymore.

I'm still with the government,
but I am doing this now.

What? What are you doing?

I'm trying to help Dad, Mom,
so just let me do that.

Trust me. Please.

Ready? Yeah.

Um, Mom, just stay here.

Whatever you see or hear,
just stay put.

But-- just don't move.

Do--

It'll be okay.

They do this kind of stuff
all the time, so--

Claudia? I gotta--

But what's going on?

They're really good at this.

Here it is.

Kill it.

Duck and cover.

What's happening?

Mom, how's Dad?

Um, he's the same.

Why, was something
supposed to happen?

Check his arms.

It's still there.

It's ink. Ink.

Take it out.

Now what?

The neutralizer failed

because I think we're dealing
with a bifurcated object.

It's--it's got at least two parts,

and they're each dependent
on the other.

And, uh, that notebook is just
one half of the package.

So what's the other half?

You know, based on
the manifestations of the ink,

then that would tell me that
it's a pen,

most like--well, a pen, anyway.

Oh, by the way,
the shipper's address?

That's completely phony.

Macpherson sent it, didn't he?

I don't know that.

So what?
He's coming after family now?

What does he want?

Well, he wants to hurt us,
because we're going after him.

Stop, stop, stop, stop.

Just stop it. We don't know
who sent it or why.

If it is Macpherson,
it could be revenge or mischief

or a diversion
so that we're doing this

while he's doing something else.

Just in case,
just to be safe, I've, uh--

I'm circling the wagons
around Joshua

and around Pete's family.

Who or why does not matter.

What matters is your father
and the notebook.

Now--now, listen.

I've analyzed the text.
It ain't good. It's Poe.

Um, Edgar Allan Poe.

The reason that the book is
getting under your father's skin

is because
the pen is not with it.

So, what? We bring the pen
together with the notebook

And this all stops?

Yeah.

Well, probably,

if it follows a typical
bifurcated artifact scenario.

It can't be an accident

that this book found its way
to your dad.

Look, uh, Myka, right now
your father is a conduit.

The notebook, the pen, they're
linked through his energy,

through his love
of the written word.

So where is this pen?

Well, I'm searching for
coinciding incidents right now.

Uh, you know, I've got
the filters off.

But it's causing trouble somewhere?

But I'll find it.
You'll get it.

The next time he has an attack,
I'll trace the pen.

You'll retrieve it and reunite it
with the notebook.

How long does he have?

I don't know what you--
How long--what?

How long does he have?

Artie, my father can't
take this much longer.

Um...

A day. Maybe two.

But you can help him.

Until I land on something, Myka,

just surround him with
his books, with his world,

and read to him, Myka,
read to him books that he loves

and use those words to fight
what's happening to him.

And just try to keep him
connected to reality if you can.

Bobby's not that bad.

Look, all I'm saying is,
watch out.

Geek love. Ugh!

"I might have been improved
for my whole life.

"I might have been made
another creature, perhaps,

For life, by a kind word,
at that season..."

Do you want me
to take over?

No, no. I'm--I'm fine.

He's gonna be okay, mom.

Um...

Oh.

I'll be back in a sec.

I'm just gonna
take these dishes.

Freak's probably
swiped your panties

from gym class or something.

Gross!

Tiger.

Dad?

Tiger, stop it.

Fire. Dad?

Fire!

Dad?

Help, somebody get some help.

Artie's got something. What?

At the precise moment
your dad was shouting "Fire,"

a kid in Portland, Oregon,
was burned

by some bizarre wall of flame
shooting from his locker.

No one can explain it.

Well, what about the tiger thing?

Kid's a football star
for the Kingford Tigers.

- Let's go.
- Wait, Myka.

I need you to stay here.

I have to help my dad, Pete.

I know,
but we've got two artifacts.

He's connected to one.

I need you to stay
on the notebook.

I'll take care of the pen.

Myka, look at me.

No one can help your dad
right now more than you can.

I can't let you go alone.

I'll take Claudia.

Keep her safe.

Yeah.

But there's something else.

What?

I think I'm hot for your mom.

I'll break it to dad.

Okay.

I needed to speak with you, Bobby.

Is, uh-- is everything okay?

The poetry inspiring you?

Not so much.

You know, it seems

we had a little burglary here
the other day.

The story is that
it was one of the pens

that Edgar Allan Poe used.

Oh, he used it.

Don't look at me like that.

I noticed that you were
fascinated with the pen.

Are you saying I took it?

Are you saying I took it?

I'll tell you what.

I'm gonna go
to the lounge for a soda,

and if the pen should
show up while I'm gone,

well, we'll just chalk it up

to something strange
and mysterious.

Back in a bit.

- Mr. Ives.
- Mr. Ives.

Here.

"Wall"?

"Wall"?
"Wall" what?

You.

Really?
Does he like horror novels?

Stephen King, Lovecraft, Poe?

You're assuming the boy reads.

No, he's just a bully.

Look, I mean,
how big a deal is this?

I mean, this school's got
a reputation to maintain,

and if it gets out

that the government's
investigating a teenage prank,

it'll put a lot
of parents off.

You mean donors?

Why do you think
it's just a prank?

Well, we're not schooling
little terrorists here.

Somebody in the science class
got tired

of Parmut picking on him
and gave him a hotfoot.

Oh, yeah?
How's he doing?

He's fine.
Uh, you want this open?

No. We'll, uh,
we'll take it from here.

You'll want to step back, please.

Why? It's not dangerous.

Please.

Thank you.

Okay. You ready?

Why not?

Okay, we're in business.
Here we go.

So, uh, you had
any other incidents?

With what, fire?

Well, anything strange.

Say a tell-tale heart, perhaps?

What?

There you go. Gotta love Artie.

What's that?
You don't happen to have

Edgar Allan Poe's pen
lying around, would you?

Well, actually-- yes?

Mr. Ives' classroom.

He likes to collect items
from famous people.

The pen is here, then.

Well, it was. Um, it got stolen.

This last one was the worst.

I know.

Dad?

If you'd been a boy,
I'd have called you Sue.

What?

Johnny Cash. It's a song.

A boy named Sue.

Okay.

Make you tough.

Well, I'm sorry I wasn't a boy.

I'm sorry I wasn't a father.

He has regrets.

About me?

Yes.

About his life.

What do you mean?

He wanted to write books.

I know. I know that
he wanted to write books.

Did you know
he wrote a novel?

No.

12 times.
Over and over again.

Unpublished.

He loved it too much
to let it go.

He was afraid.

Where is it?

A long time ago,
when he finally gave up...

he told me to burn it.

He hasn't written a thing since.

It can't be.

Mr. Ives?

Hello?

Nice place for a pen,
soaking up all that Poe juice.

Huh.

Do you know that ravens
are actually brilliant?

They've adapted to humans
like rats and cockroaches.

They've figured out how to
figure us out.

- Shh.
- What?

Shh.

Hear anything?

Just the beating
of my hideous--

- Stop it.
- Okay.

Listen.

What is that?

A rat in the wall?

Short story. Guy walled up.

The cask...
of amontillado.

Here, take if off there. I don't--

I don't want avian flu!
Take it!

- All right!
- What do I--uhh!

Mr. Ives?

Who did this to you?

Bobby.

Find him. Stop him.

Bobby, not cool.

Myka, something's wrong.

Artie, I need help.

What's this?

A poem.
I wrote it for you.

I gotta go.

We're losing him.

Myka, just read to him.

Read it.

I have read. I've read him
everything, okay?

It's not working.

You have to find the words
that he loves.

You have to find a book
that means more to him

than--than anything
in the world.

Mom, tell me you didn't burn it.

- What?
- Dad's book.

Aunt Cindy's bureau.
The bottom drawer.

Okay,
So Ives said that--

That Bobby had a crush
on what--what's her name?

- Tamara.
- Tamara, right.

There's always a girl.

Don't blame her.
Blame testosterone.

Crazy, crazy man hormone.

I'm not blaming the girl.
I'm blaming Poe.

Bobby?

Crazy, scary man hormone.

Check out
Miss Teenage Zombie.

Oh, right.

Uh...

Bobby... and...

Tamara.

Tamara, was it? Right?

That's a nice pen, Bobby.

Why don't you give it up, huh?

Come on, give it here.

"Pendulum"?

You've gotta be kidding me.

Bobby!

I got it.

Bobby,
you've got to stop this.

I know,
you're all full of Poe,

up to your creepy eyeballs
in "Nevermore" and crap, but--

but--but...
But this isn't fiction!

It's real!

It's the most real I have
ever felt in my entire life.

The blue willow sky
by Warren Bering.

Chapter one.

"When the girl was born,
his first thought was fear."

It's beautiful.

Bobby, you're a good person,
but you're--

You're hurting people!

You're hurting yourself
and you're hurting Tamara,

and it has to stop!

People like you
don't see me.

You don't believe in me.

People like you need to be
shocked into seeing.

You need to be horrified.
Then you'll understand.

Understand what, Bobby?
Tell me what!

That words have power.

"...for her. For his daughter.

She was his life."

But this isn't fiction!

It's real!

"She was his life.

His only job now was keeping her safe."

"She was his life."

It's working, Myka.

Words have power.

Something's happening.

Go, go, Claudia! Get the pen!

Who are you? What?

One second. Nice, Claud.
Here's the bag.

Get him to a hospital.
This still has a hold on him!

And Micah's dad.

Myka! I got it. Hey. Hey.

How is he?

- Is that it?
- That's it.

Well, he--he's not worse,

but he's not better.
Not--not completely.

His strength is the only thing

that's keeping that pen from
flipping completely out.

Okay, the notebook's in place.

Good. Take the pen,
keep it in the bag,

and just, you know,
approach the notebook.

I'm on it. Be careful!

I am!
Would you stop yelling at me?

Somebody turn down his volume
or something.

Okay. Now what?

You know, put the bag
right over the notebook,

turn it upside down,
dump the pen out,

make sure it lands on the
notebook and stays there.

That's it?
Just dump it out?

Yeah.
Just lay it on the notebook?

Yeah.
This isn't Cirque du Soleil!

Just dump the pen on the book
and stand back!

All right!

Artie, nothing's happening.

Uh, that's--that's okay.
It's all right, it's fine.

It's been a while
since they've been together.

Probably they're just
getting reacquainted.

Wait, wait.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Dad?

What's this?

Hi.

What, did I doze off?

Um, sort of.

I was dreaming
you were reading and...

You didn't burn it?

No.

I-I did.

Okay, well, um,
I think I've got everything.

- Honey?
- Yeah.

Hey, I don't know what it is
you do for a living,

but you do it very well,
and I mean that.

I'll see you soon,
and we'll--we'll talk.

We'll talk about something
other than books.

Oh, Mom.

Good-bye, honey.
Thank you so much.

And, um,
you take care of Pete.

I always do.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Got everything?
- Yeah.

Called the cab? N--

- No, no. No, I didn't.
- Oh.

I think, Mr. Poe,
that when your things arrive,

we'll stick them in--yeah.
The Madrid section.

That is if Leena agrees.

Arthur?

Pete and Myka are in Colorado Springs.

Yeah, I know.
I should have tried--

and so is Macpherson.

What? How did he--

He was there the whole time?

He had us all distracted.

I think that was
Macpherson's intent.

Ooh.

I'll take the Farnsworth.
Good choice.

Mm-hmm.

Hey, Artie, we're heading home.

Myka! Myka, listen! Myka!

That was weird.

- Hold on.
- Vibe?

Huge. Your dad.

What?

Is this Poe? Are we back
Into the Poe thing again?

I don't know.

You two are good.

I see why Mrs. Frederic drafted you.

Ah-ah! I kill this, and it's
lights out for Mom and Dad.

You hurt my father.

He glimpsed the mind

of one of the greatest authors
in the world.

He'll thank me later.

Oh, you'll be dead later.
What do you want?

I want what you risked
Your lives to get.

I would have done it myself,
but I lacked the means.

You have until the count of one.

You came after family.

Arthur started it.

What is that supposed to mean?

Ask him.

Pete.

Now let them go.

Do it!

Thank you.

Consider it a loan.

What the hell was that?

Jack the Ripper's lantern.

At least we know
where that is now.

He used us
from the very beginning.

No. He used me.