Warehouse 13 (2009–2014): Season 2, Episode 10 - Where and When - full transcript

Previously on Warehouse 13...

Rebecca St. Clair?
You found Jack.

You weren't
just his girlfriend.

You're a Warehouse Agent.

I always knew
if we didn't quit,

one of us, one day,
would lose the other.

One last thing that you might
be interested in seeing.

Together...Forever.

I guess Jack chose you
over the Warehouse, after all.

It says that the debronze
function was activated twice.

Who's our mystery guest?
Pete, Artie says



that H.G. Wells is actually--
a woman.

I was apprenticed
at Warehouse 12.

My daughter Christina
had been murdered.

Everything that ever mattered
in my life is gone now.

Except the Warehouse.

I want to come back
and work there again.

She is nothing like me!
I'll never trust that woman.

H.G. Wells is to be
fully reinstated

as a Warehouse Agent.

What are you doing here?

No.

Oh!

No!

Do I make you nervous,
darling?



No. Naw. Nervous?

Why would you make me nervous?

You're part of the team now

and...Not evil.

Artie! Good.
M-morning.

Good morning, Artie.
Why is no one here?

I'm here.
Congratulations.

I'll have a gold star
delivered to your room.

Where are the others?
Right here. Hey, guys.

Claud,
did you drop something?

Uh, yeah, I just had
a little slippery fingers.

I make her nervous.

Claud, there's no need
for you to be nervous.

I'm not.
I wasn't. Jeez.

It's okay--there will be
a period of adjustment.

Although, I have already
earned a gold star.

Let's talk about
your next assignment.

Shouldn't there be
some orientation for H.G.?

It's not necessary.
Let's not make a fuss.

Well, yeah, you already
got a gold star.

There is no gold star!
There won't be orientation.

It's bad enough
she's here--at all!

Can we just try
to get through this?

Well, now I'm nervous.

Why do things have to change,
because of her?

Excuse me.

Rebecca?

Are you kids still in
the artifact finding business?

Jonah Ross, 82.
Local English teacher.

Died of natural causes.
A friend of yours?

Hardly. Jonah Ross
was actually Jonah Raitt.

In 1961, he was an editor
of Where & When magazine.

He killed
three of his secretaries.

And his wife.

He used an artifact that
altered their body chemistry--

skin, bone, muscle, blood.

Turned them all to glass.

Jack and I never found him
or the artifact.

Two of the women died

before we got on
the glass girl case.

We could have saved Raitt's wife
and Roxanne Crane,

but Jonah did something
to us.

We had no memory
the entire day they were killed.

Then he disappeared.

All those years, Raitt and I
were living in the same city.

I went to his address to I.D.
and retrieve the artifact, but--

But you didn't
find anything.

He wrote this obituary
himself.

Read the last line.

"If you're still out there,
Jack and Rebecca,

thanks for my life"?

You think he was taunting you?
He was a cruel son of a bitch.

The artifact
is still out there a in play.

No one else should die because
I couldn't crack down on this.

We need to find it.

All right,
I'll go to St. Louis.

I'll check out
the house again.

Claudia,
forward me the info.

I n use the field time.

Uh, Artie,
you don't want us to go?

No, I got this.

It's getting a little
crowded around here.

Artie,
I'd like to come with you.

Fine.

We'll find him.

You say you...
Both blacked out.

Apparently, Jack and I
went about our lives.

We just couldn't remember it.

We assumed that Jonah
caused it.

Was it 24 hours exactly?
No.

It was 22 hours
and 19 minutes.

I'm very observant.
Why?

I don't care if it is
the H.G. Wells section.

What the hell
are we doin' down here?

Why does it matter that
it was 22 hours and 19 minutes?

What does it mean?

It means someone
used my time machine.

♪ Warehouse 13 2x10 ♪
Where and When
Original Air Date on September 7, 2010

It's not a vehicle
like in my novel.

Physical time travel
is an impossibility.

Okay, so...
It's not a time machine.

It's a temporal
consciousness transfer engine--

a means to traverse
the space/time continuum

using one's mind.

So it is a time machine.
Not exactly.

I'd become intrigued
by the idea of Gestalt,

the collective unconscious.

What if one were able
to connect with

the mind of someone
who lived centuries ago?

It happens randomly
in nature.

Past life experience.

Oh, right, right.

Like Russell Crowe was a
Tasmanian convict in the 1800s.

I read it online.

My machine allows your mind

to inhabit the body
of someone in the past,

see what they see,
feel what they feel.

Live a day in history.

And you've done it.

You've actually traveled
through time?

God, that must have
been so awesome.

No, not really.

Okay, so what about
the person, you know, possessed?

They black out.

For 22 hours and 19 minutes.

That's how long the trip lasts.
Never could work out why.

Are you saying that someone
used or will use this machine

to inhabit Jack and me
in 1961?

That would explain
your losing time.

Hey, this doesn't look like
it belongs here.

Might wanna take
a look at this.

"Dear Charlie,
do me a favor

"and put this in the H.G. Wells
storage area.

"I won't ask about it.
Don't bring it up.

Trust me. Jack."

That's not Jack's handwriting.

I know.
It's mine.

Hey, I-I'm ready.

Yeah, uh, listen, you don't
really have to tag along.

I know.
I just thought it would be nice

if we could spend
some time together.

Maybe after we find
the artifact,

go for dinner and a movie.

Really?
No!

Is this really
how it's gonna be?

I don't know what
you're talking about.

You can't keep
freezing me out

because I supported Helena
joining the Warehouse.

Oh, it's Helena, now, is it?
If it's all right with you,

I'll just keep calling her
the villain.

Artie,
you're being childish.

Do you know what it takes
to keep

a Warehouse Agent alive,
Myka?

Trusting the Agent beside you
has your back.

I couldn't trust MacPherson,
could I--could I?

He's the one
who let H.G. out.

How the hell
am I supposed to trust her?

Helena has proven
more than once

that she has my back.

I thought I'd proven
that I had yours.

You know what,
on second thought,

I'll just handle this one
on my own.

So...Artie decided to

check out Raitt's apartment

on...His own.

What?

I know this is
gonna sound nuts.

I'm sure you're sitting there,
arms folded,

twirling your hair,
biting your lip,

not wanting to believe this,

but...I'm you.

I'm Myka.
Inside Rebecca.

Well, your mind, anyway.

We traveled back through time.

I'm Pete.
Hi, Pete!

Hi, me.
I can't believe this...

This--this isn't possible.

We don't have a lot of time.
Can you be serious?

Don't give Rebecca back her
body all tensed up like that.

Pete. Focus.

Yoink! It is you guys.

Listen, Myka.

Pete is gonna try
to convince you

to use the time machine
to travel back to 1961

to identify an artifact.

It's okay--Pete's actually
right for a change.

And Pete.

Get your ass to mars.

Get your ass to Mars!

Like Total Recall!

Oh, I love that!

Okay, we're done.

There's one last thing
you need to know

before you get here.

The artifact is--

Ohh...

Hey, are you okay?

It's just seeing Jack
again.

Um...Well, what about
the butterfly effect?

You know, when you step
on a butterfly in the past,

it changes the whole future.

No. I tried to change
the past.

I failed.

Look, it'll be strictly
recon, right?

We'll go back,
get eyes on the artifact,

and track it
in the here and now.

Maybe we should
wait for Artie.

Every moment you wait,

it risks another person's
life in the present.

Well, I did tell me
to do it.

Oh, sweet.

Pete and Myka's
excellent adventure!

It's funny.

It was after this case
that Jack and I fell in love.

It was the day
we blacked out.

I woke up in an orchard,
and Jack was kissing me.

Our first kiss.

I was so surprised.

I mean,
I always fancied him,

but he was always
so mean to me.

All right.

I hooked up the machine
to the main power grid.

That's definitely enough juice
for it to run the full day.

Whoa, wait, whoa,
whoa, whoa.

Out of curiosity,
what happens to us

if Jack and Rebecca bite it
while we're inside their bodies?

Hoping not.

I, uh, suspect

your minds will be lost...
Forever.

Hoping not!
Oh, good.

Just making sure
it's as bad as I thought.

I couldn't change
the past,

but maybe you can.

So is there
a big countdown?

Uh...No.

The time machine
set us on fire!

The time machine set us
on fire!

Eew.
Pete!

Pete, it's okay.
It's okay. Look.

♪ ♪

Heh! We're in 1961.
Uh-huh.

Myka.
Check it out.

We're...

Jack and Rebecca.

I was gonna say still hot,
but, yes, that, too.

My God.

Are we done fixing
our hair and makeup, ladies?

Who's the old goat?
Charlie Martin.

He's their Artie.

You think this is a good
place to catch 40 winks?

Uh...No, sir.
No, uh...

Y-you're right, Charlie.
It's not her fault.

You see, I-I had kind of
a thing there and...

Don't blame him, really.

It's a rough morning
for both of us.

Sorry, Rebecca.

Rough morning.

Maybe you should take
the rest of the day off.

Or maybe
you should get back to work?

We're very sorry,
Mr. Martin, sir.

We'll just get
back to work.

Yes. We're sorry.
Sir. Thank you.

Sir?

Mr. Martin.

What is this?
What's goin' on?

You two don't cover
for each other.

You're mean to each other.

What gives?
Uh...

Y-yes.
Right!

The meanness...

Jerk!

We have for each other...
Hate...

You.

I need you in Calcutta.

You're off
the glass girl case.

Wait a minute, what?
What?

What do you mean?
Not a discussion.

Gus is getting close
to Man Ray's camera.

I need you on that.

Another glass girl turns up,
we'll get back into it.

Look...This comes directly
from Mrs. Frederic,

so if you wanna piss her off

and have her give you
that stare, go ahead.

Lady terrifies me.

Look, Charlie,
all we need is one more day.

I've already got a job lined up
at the magazine,

and Jack is going to talk
to Raitt's wife.

I am?
Yes. It was in Rebecca's

my...
My file.

If we don't find anything,
then...Calcutta.

Fine. 24 hours.

No more.

Oh, Charlie,
we're gonna need

everything that you can
find on Jonah Raitt.

Of course, Rebecca.
Anything you need.

After all,
I'm your secretary, right?

I really don't like him.
He's a bit of a sphincter.

I'm gonna go interview
Raitt's wife.

I'll meet you back here
at the magazine, okay?

Un...Believable.

I know.

Steaks for a dollar!

No, no.
I mean the--

no, no, no,
I know what you mean,

but...A dollar!

What--hey, hey--

what?

I want you to be
careful in there, okay?

If he's got an artifact
in his office,

just get eyes on it.

Don't engage.

He's obviously a nut bar.
I'll be fine.

When you talk to Raitt's wife,

just remember it's 1961,
okay?

Women slap men
when they get fresh.

Huh? What?

♪ ♪

♪ ♪

I am a capable...Woman.

You are just...
A tape recorder!

No. No.
No, no, no, no, no!

First day?
Yeah.

Roxanne.

Thank you for your time,
Mrs. Raitt.

The Secret Service!

That must be so exciting.

Well...It has its moments.

Well, if the President's
coming,

it's a good thing
you're making sure

the neighborhood is safe.

It's just a precaution.

Isn't that true?

You know,
we voted for him.

There was something about
that Nixon I just didn't trust.

Good call.

Uh...So...Is there
anything new around here,

something your husband may have
brought home from the...

Office?

He killed
his three secretaries.

And his wife.

Are you all right?

I mean...

Yes, ma'am.

The four women
were murdered cruelly

in an unnatural way.

I just, uh,
had a feeling.

You look so happy
in that photo.

Agent Secord,

does the President
have reason

to be concerned about
my marriage?

No. No, ma'am.

No reason.

Mm.

Thank you so much.

You know, I really
like your bracelet.

Thanks.
It was a gift.

From who?

Was there someone
that you're, you know--

ladies.

This is a place of business.

Not a sewing circle.

Certainly, Mr. Raitt.

How can you tell if...

Oh, uh...Ahem.

It, uh...

Uses a--a lot of power.

But don't worry.
The Warehouse can take it.

It's not the Warehouse
I'm worried about.

I hate this.

When I was talking to Beth,
I kept thinking,

"you have no idea
that you're gonna die today."

Today!
I mean, how is that fair?

It's not.
Rebecca.

You seem to have gotten
the hang of that dictation.

You're practically
a natural.

Oh, no, not really.

I'm going to be leaving
for the day.

Good night, Roxanne.
I'll see you in the morning.

Yes.

In the morning.
Have a good night, Mr. Raitt.

Well, I should probably...
Call it a night.

Good night.

She's lying.
They both are.

They're obviously
meeting up tonight.

Do people not know
how to lie in 1961?

That's the Roxanne,
the next victim.

We can't think of her
like that.

How can we not?

That guy is gonna kill her
and his wife.

There's nothing
that we can do.

Recon only the timeline.

Screw the timeline, okay?
I'm going after Raitt.

You stay here
and search his office.

Maybe he stashed the artifact.
Pete, no, you can't--

sweetheart,
I am gonna need these

collated and filed
by the end of business today.

Thanks, honey.

Honey? Sweetheart?
Listen, bub, I--

Pete?

There. That oughta be
enough to stabilize it,

at least until
the fluctuations--

Claudia...

What's this?

Artie!

Hey.

What are you doin' here?

There was nothing
at Raitt's apartment.

What are you doing here?

Well, we had a--
a power...Issue.

Uh, 'cause of the--

It's a funny story.

Oh, God.
What happened?

Are you all right?

Yes, yes, I'm...Fine.

Just a little bit dizzy.

Hold on.

I'll get you some water,
all right?

Nice work, Miss Streep.

Next time
Let's try it with an accent.

I just...
Didn't want Artie to--

oh!

♪ ♪

Martini,
Mr. McNamara.

Thank you.

And what can I get
for you, sir?

Hey.

Jackie O, huh?

Who?

Uh...

Jackie Kennedy.

I mean like...
Oh, wow.

She's...Foxy.
W-what do you got there?

I mean, look at this.

This is a relic.

This stuff was outdated
in the '50s.

Yeah, I'm more of
a Sports Illustrated guy myself.

Better, yeah.

'Course, if you ask me,

they could stand
to spice things up a little bit.

Add a little cheesecake.

Maybe have a Swimsuit Issue.

Got an eye
for the ladies, huh?

I do.

You know, they say that God
made us in his image.

It makes me think
that God must be a woman.

I mean, look at her.

She's stunning, right?

But this magazine,
it does its best

to make her seem dull.

She should be admired
like a work of art.

Go back to Pete and Myka.

Are you sure you're okay?
I'm fine, I'm fine.

No more sniffin' glue,
young Lady.

Uh, Rebecca,

I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.

Just a little bit...Too much
excitement for this old gal.

It's very ungentlemanly
to rifle through

a Lady's handbag.

Well, when you collapsed,
I wanted to check

to see if you were taking
any medication,

and I had to look up,
uh...Erlopa.

Erlotinib.

You know, in a way,
I'm lucky.

Most Warehouse agents
don't usually live long enough

to die of cancer.

What kind of a...
Prognosis...

Grim.

And that's optimistic.

You know, I always said...

I'd find that artifact
if it was the last thing I did.

Rebecca.

We'll find it.

It was nice
talking to you.

You too.

Cigarettes, sir?

Uh, no thanks.

Myka.
Hello.

What are you doing here?

This is a gentleman's
only club.

Well, interestingly
enough,

if you're wearing
one of these outfits,

nobody bothers
to look at your face.

Look, don't try and talk me
out of this, okay?

Raitt's our guy.

He's been talking about
turning women into art.

Pete--

oh, great.
He's gone.

Excuse me.
I'm sorry.

Do you know where
Jonah Raitt went?

I'm sorry, sir.
He just drove off.

Damn it!

Good work, Myka.
Forget trying to stop him.

How are we supposed to I.D.
the artifact now?

Gimme the Farnsworth.

So nice of both of you
to check in.

I'm touched.

You need
to quit smokin', man.

Charlie, did you get
any of that information on Raitt

I asked you for?

It was the highlight
of my day.

Well, were there any
hotel receipts?

What? Hotel?
Oh, right!

'Cause if the dude's stepping
out on his wife, then--

he's not inviting them
home.

Wrong again, Rebecca.

He is inviting them home.
Wait--come again?

Raitt took a deduction
last year

on a second residence,

a one-bedroom
at 15 Hoover Street.

Must be a side pad

where he engages in sexual
congress with his secretaries.

And Rebecca...
Nice catch.

You're teacher's pet
in every decade, aren't ya?

The file said that Roxanne
was killed on Hoover Street.

Let's go.

She's gonna be fine,
Claudia.

I assure you.

So where'd you go when
you used your time machine?

Uh...Mani-pedis
with Cleopatra?

Snog with Casanova?

Paris, 1899.

Why?

That's, um...That's where
I'd arranged for

my daughter Christina to spend
the summer with cousins.

I was away a great deal.

Single working mother,
to use today's parlance.

One day, Christina
awoke with a fever.

Sophie, the housekeeper,
had her stay in bed.

The men who came to rob
my cousins' home

were expecting
an empty house.

Sophie tried to fight them,
but there were too many.

She survived, but, um,

Christina...

Sophie had no recollection
of the 22 hours and 19 minutes

during which
the incident occurred.

And when one of the thieves
was finally captured,

he described
how Sophie had fought...

Using Kempo, a fighting style
that I favored.

And I began to suspect--
I-I knew, I just knew

that somehow I had traveled
back in time and become Sophie.

Eventually,
I constructed the machine,

determined to alter
the course of events.

But the ink with which
are lives are inscribed

is indelible.

I imagine...

Losing a child is the worst
pain a person can go through.

No, actually.

When I tracked them down,

what I did to the men
who killed my daughter...

That's the most pain
a person can go through.

Roxanne!
Oh!

Jeepers!
You scared the life out of me!

Roxanne, you're in danger.

Danger. Ha.

Rebecca,
what are you doing here?

We know what's going on
between you and Raitt.

I have to go.
No, listen to me!

Pete, Pete, look at me.
Just don't do this.

I'm not gonna
let her die, Myka.

Pete!
You know you can't stop this.

Roxanne, wait!

What are you doing here?

No!

Oh!

No!

I know you.

You were at the club.

What are you,
following me?

My God.

That's Roxanne's bracelet.

What happened?

We can't explain this,
but...

She's dead.
We're sorry.

It's not him.
Raitt's not our guy.

And we don't have much time
to find out who is.

All right, the first thing
that we need to do

is reanalyze the data.

Ha. This place
still does that, huh?

Yeah...

Artie...
What are you doing?

There's a power clot in one of
the secure storage sectors.

It's probably nothing.
I'll flush it out,

send down a micro-pulse.
Artie, no!

Oh!

Connection's holding,
but something just completely

burnt out
the reintegration wiring.

Which means what?
I can't bring them back.

When Jack and Rebecca awaken,

Pete and Myka
will be lost forever.

The power level's dropping.
Well, it's overheating!

We--we need something
to cool it down.

On it!

Whatever you're doing
to my people,

it stops now.

Ah!
Myka. Myka, you okay?

Oh, God.
What the hell was that?

I don't know.

D-do you think something
went wrong?

Oh, Roxanne...

What did this?

Look, Raitt...

You need to tell us
what you know.

Who would want to hurt them?

I don't know, I don't know
if something like this--

what do you mean, them?
Meredith and Ruth,

the two other women
who worked for your company.

No, I-I got a note from them.

They're in Los Angeles
for research.

They never left that note.

S-so this...

This happened to them too.

Look, I know
this is a shock,

but you were sleeping
with these women.

Now, who would want
to hurt them?

I wasn't sleeping
with them!

I was trying to take over
the magazine!

I was trying to get rid
of the publisher

and take control of
Where & When myself.

It needs artistic vision
and independent thinking.

So they were...
Helping you?

Yeah.

They're completely undervalued
by that company...

And capable of so much more.

You think someone found out,
was trying to stop us?

No, no, but we need
to get to Beth.

We think she might be next.
My wife?

Well, she has nothing
to do with this.

How do you even know that?
I can't tell you.

But just trust me.
We've got to get there now!

If they touch my wife,
I swear to God...

Artie.
What are you doing?

She's killing them.
I tried to explain

that this is a form
of time travel!

Time travel's
a physical impossibility.

No, we know.
This works on your mind.

So does she.
Archie pulsed the system.

That's what burned out
the wiring.

I wouldn't have pulsed
the system

if I knew
what you were doing.

If we'd have asked,
you'd have said no!

You bet your ass
I would have said no!

Claudia, this is not your fault.
You see the best in people--

people like her take advantage
of people like you.

I'm not quite so naive.

Am I naive?

I asked them to do this.

If you're gonna shoot
the one responsible,

fire away.

I-I-f we don't fix this...

We'll lose them.

They'll die.

Stand over me.
Watch my every move.

But let me save them.

And if they die...

I won't bother
rebronzing you.

What do you need?

I need a power source.
Quickly.

Beth?
Beth, are you here?

Look, don't worry.
We'll find her.

Pete--I mean...I mean Jack
is looking outside.

If she's not here,
that's good, right?

Why is that good, Jonah?

Oh, my God.
My God, you're all right.

We were so worried
about you.

You shouldn't be.

I tried to make it so you'd
never have to worry, ever,

and we'd always be okay.

Listen, Beth,
there's a terrible thing

that's happened.

Meredith, Ruth,
and Roxanne have been killed.

Hmm. So...
You went right out

and got yourself
another whore.

What?

I took care of the others.

And you just bring
another one around?

You killed those women.

I'd hope
you'd get the message.

Maybe I should have
been more obvious.

Jonah!

Look, Beth, there's gotta
be another way, okay?

Well, maybe there's been...

I think there's been
some sort of misunderstanding.

You shoot your little
Ray gun there

and hit my husband.

That's all I need
to understand.

Maybe not all.

Aah!
Pete!

No! It has to stay in!

This is probably
gonna hurt!

It already does...
A lot!

Beth!

Pete? Pete!

Jonah.

I wish you'd loved me more.

Oh, baby.

Those poor girls...

I wish you'd loved me less.

So this...This is why
we made that movie

to send to ourselves.

Because we knew we'd not only
get eyes on the artifact,

but we'd actually snag it.

Yeah, but we can't
take it back to the future,

so what was the point?

What if we could get it
back to the future?

What if we could hide it

somewhere we knew would exist
50 years from now,

somewhere safe,

somewhere where only we...
Could get to it.

The Warehouse.

But, Pete, we still need
to make that movie,

and we're running
out of time.

When are we not
running out of time?

Well, where in the hell
are we gonna find a camera?

Huh?

99...Would you believe
the credenza?

Jonah.

I don't know how
to explain this, but, um...

You've gotta run.

Run? Why?

Roxanne, the other women,
now your wife.

You're the prime suspect.

But you can tell the police
that it was Beth

and that I'm innocent.
We can't.

We won't be in town
long enough

to tell anyone anything.
So where am I supposed to go?

St. Louis.

You have to trust me.
You'll be safe in St. Louis.

And...

We're sorry to have
to ask you this,

but we need a favor.

We need you to mail this movie.

It will clear your name
some day.

Trust us.

Jonah?

Good luck.

We're not gonna have enough
time to get the knife back.

How far are we
from the Warehouse?

We can make it.

They're not gonna make it.

We're not gonna make it.

We should have mailed
the knife too.

Are you kidding me?

Do you remember the last time
someone mailed an artifact?

Oh, right.
Dr. Doomsday-a-gogo.

Aah!

Oh, God! Ah!

Are you okay?
Yeah, yeah.

It's just the headaches
are getting worse.

What if--

what?

Just a little bit
of history repeating.

Rebecca said Jack kissed her
under a tree

in a cherry orchard.

This must be
where they woke up.

We were coming here
all along.

Should we just leave
the knife with Jack and Rebecca?

Well, we can't.

They won't know what it is
when they wake up.

And they might think
it's a letter opener

and glass themselves
paying the electric bill.

Uh...How 'bout right here?
Okay.

Here?
Yeah.

We'll have just enough time
to get them back.

If this works.

The power's
not transferring.

I don't know
what else to do.

Pete, what are you doing?

Rebecca spent her whole life
blaming herself

because she couldn't
find the artifact.

If I can tell her
where it is--

Pete, it won't work.
It never works.

The past can't change.
And neither can I.

Back in the old days
when things didn't work...

Yeah, mine too.
Works for me.

Can't you see?
We have to keep trying.

If we just accept fate,
then we're no better than--

Are we back?

Are we in deep doo doo?

Oh, more than
you can imagine.

Oh, no, no, man.
I dropped the note.

You guys look...
Freaked out.

Did--did something happen?

No.

Did you see the artifact?
Not only did we see it...

We know where it is.

It's safe.

Were you able to save
any of those women?

Well, I guess you can't
change the past...

No matter
how hard you try.

That machine...

Does it still work?
Don't tell us

you want us to go back
and get another artifact.

No.

But I would like to see
Jack again.

One more time.

Well, t-the circuitry's
severely damaged,

and the trip wouldn't last
more than a few moments.

And...I wouldn't be able
to bring you back.

Why would I want
to come back?

Hey.

So, um, Pete recovered
the knife.

Good. Turns out that artifact

was the basis
of the Cinderella story.

Only instead of
how in the story

a young girl
meets a handsome prince

who gives her
a glass slipper...

Cinderella
used the knife to...

Let's just say they tend to
reedit these things

for children.

We like things simple
when we're kids.

Black and white,
good and evil.

Sometimes I wish things
still were that simple.

She did good, didn't she?

Rebecca? Yeah.
She did real good.

No, I meant, you know...

Helena.

Yeah.

And so did you.

Becs?

Where the hell are we?

It's okay.
We're all right.

The last thing I remember,
uh...

I was sitting
in the Warehouse and--

it doesn't matter.

Jack, I missed you so much.

Missed me?

Jack, what are you doing?

What I should have done
a long time ago.

Mm!