Warehouse 13 (2009–2014): Season 2, Episode 12 - Reset - full transcript

Previously on Warehouse 13...

Why am I having these headaches?

When MacPherson was
part of your consciousness...

he may have left something behind.

Paris, 1899.

My daughter Christina
had been murdered.

H.G. Wells
is to be fully reinstated

as a Warehouse Agent.

Thank you, sir.

And no matter
how much good

she's done
for all of us,



I'll never trust
that woman.

Someone has found
the lost Warehouse.

It was always believed to be
somewhere near Alexandria.

Warehouse 2 is back online.

So we need to find
Warehouse 2

and shut it down.

H.G., guess who just
saved the day.

Myka.

Myka.

Myka.

Myka, come on.
Pete?

Come on, get up.
We gotta go.

Pete, where am I?

Egypt, Warehouse 2,



and we are in big trouble.

Big bump.

I know.
I got one to match.

What's that sound?
That's sand.

No, I'm sorry,
scratch that.

It's the whole freakin'
Sahara desert.

This place is filling up
with sand, Myka.

The way we came in
is history.

I don't know,
when H.G. bolted

she must have triggered some
kind of self-preservation thing,

something that protects
the artifacts.

H.G., she played us!
She played me!

Oh, big time.

Oh, I'll kill her.

I'm gonna kill her!

Myka.
What?

into finding us
a way outta here?

Okay, okay.

Our Warehouse, right,
there's a back door

in our Warehouse, so there
must be one here too.

Bingo!
Right.

Pete, look, a hatch!
What?

Whoo-hoo! Yeah!

Myka, you found a hatch.
Yeah!

A hatch!
Whoo!

100 feet up there,

so not as good, but--

well, it wouldn't
be up there

if there wasn't a way
to get to it.

Right.
Right?

So let's look for something,
you know.

Egyptian endless wonder.

Right.
Get it.

Yeah!

Okay, just keep searching
the shelves, okay?

There's gotta be--
there.

I don't know, like,
a magic ladder,

or--or a catapult

or something.

And go.

It's probably just
a rug, Pete!

And move, and fly.

Oh, my God.

Pete, I'm looking at the ten
original books of Plato.

Is there a chapter
on flying?

Not that I remember.

Oh, oh, oh.
What about--

what about a snake
around a staff?

Isn't that a medical symbol?

Uh, that's probably
the rod of Asclepius.

It's probably some sort
of healing device.

Yes, we can definitely
use this.

Ah.

Or not.
Pardon me, sir.

Pete!
Pete, over here!

Whoa.
Right?

Okay, these wings were probably
designed by Daedalus.

He was the father of--
Icarus.

Ha, even I know that one.

Turn around.
What, why me?

You're the one
that eats like a bird.

Well, just don't get us
too close to the sun, okay?

They smell.

Oh.

Whoa.

These things actually
attract wind.

Yeah, they generate
their own lift.

Holy crap!

Whoa.

Can you imagine watching
a Browns game like this?

Yeah, I bet that's exactly
what Daedalus had in mind.

Up. Pete, up.

Ah, the hatch!
Yeah.

All right, get it,
get it, get it, get it.

Okay, stop, stop.
You ready?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Go!

It's stuck.

Well, yank it.
Yank it hard.

Really?
At a time like this?

I'm sorry.

Oh, what?
Come on!

Pete, do you hear that?
That's the Farnsworth.

It must be working again.

We must be high enough.
Back pocket.

What? Okay.
Yeah.

Ooh.

Stop laughing!

Okay, okay.
Okay.

Okay.

Artie.
Hi.

Myka, listen,
H.G. Is a bad guy.

We know!

Pete, good,
you're together.

Yeah, we always kind of
thought we'd go out this way.

Look, Artie,
Valda's dead.

Warehouse 2
is filling with sand.

Artie, listen,
I'm really sorry.

Tell Kelly that I love her.
Tell her to--

shh, shh, shh, shh.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes?

That's the last thing
he's gonna say to us?

I always thought it would be
a little more, you know,

meaningful.

He didn't even say good-bye.
I know.

Oh.

Oh, Myka, hold on, hold on.

Pete, close your eyes!

I can't see.

Okay.

The wings of Daedalus.
Good call.

Don't just flap there.

Come on out.

Here we come.
Hold on.

Whoo.

Whoo, man, you have got
to let me keep these.

Oh, right, because they worked
out so well for Icarus.

Artie, who are you,
Jerusalem Jones?

What?
I just bought this.

So how'd you find us?

I pinpointed the coordinates
on your Farnsworth.

Good thing it started
working again.

Yeah, they're designed
to work deep underground,

but when I lost the signal

I realized that H.G.
Had jammed it.

I knew you were in trouble.

When I got here,
I reset the frequency.

It was a piece of cake.

Finally, listen,
H.G.'S a bad guy.

We know!

Judging from the depth
of her preparation,

it seems obvious to me
that H.G. Wells

has been planning this
for a long--

and I mean a long--time.

She hacked into
the Warehouse account

to fund those students.

Yes, and she discovered,
somehow, the location

of Warehouse 2
even before she was bronzed.

Did MacPherson
know that somehow?

Yeah, but she needed
experienced agents

to get in there.

Well, she obviously
wanted an artifact,

but which one?

The place is filled
with sand, Artie.

It's gonna take months
to dig out.

Artie, is there--
is there some kind of inventory

of Warehouse 2?

Yes.

For a time, I had
a cognitive connection

to Warehouse 2.

Much of its inventory was
downloaded into my mind.

Hell of a backup drive.
Can you access it?

I can try.
It's fading.

Tell me quickly
what you remember

of H.G.'S last position.

Well, Myka and I
were in the office

trying to figure out
where the key went, right?

And then H.G. ran to see if
she could turn off the orb.

She went to the main floor.

Can you describe the area

in which she was
ultimately found?

There was--
there was vases.

There was lots
of clay pots and vases.

How can she spot
what's missing?

She's just that good?

Yes.

Now I assume
that Warehouse 2

has an inventory system
like ours.

Each item is labeled
with a hieroglyph of Anubis.

If Anubis is sitting, then
the item is in its proper place.

If Anubis is running...

Ah.

Rack of Spears.
One is missing.

Rack of Spears.

Missing spear,
labeled in any way?

Yes.

Fading.

I can't tell you.
The image is gone.

Okay, no.

Artie, this is progress,
right?

We don't know
where she is, but--

Paris.

I'm still tracking
H.G.'S access to funds.

She just bought a ticket
from Cairo to de Gaulle.

Why Paris?

When Pete and Myka
were in 1961,

H.G. told me her daughter
was murdered in Paris.

Okay, so she's returning
to the scene of the crime.

Or that's where
Christina is buried.

Maybe the spear
has resurrection properties.

She wants to bring her
daughter back from the dead?

I don't know about Spears,
but I can tell you

resurrection is
a dangerous practice

and always comes
at a price.

Yeah, look at
Mickey Rourke.

So--

all right, Pete, Myka,
you go to Paris.

Claudia,
you try to find out

exactly where
Christina's buried.

I will do research
on Spears.

Mrs. Frederic, you--

will just be Mrs. Frederic.

Hey, it's Kelly.
You mind?

Sure, Pete,
we've got nothing but time.

Kelly, hey.
I was just gonna call you.

What happened to you?

Two days ago we had
a vague conversation

about moving in together,
and then--

then you disappear.

Ugh, Kelly, I'm--

look, I'm so sorry.

You know, you must think I'm
the biggest jerk in the world.

Well, I went between that

and wondering if I should
be calling hospitals.

No, no, no, no.

I'm fine, I'm fine.

It's a long story.
I had a sudden business trip.

Pete!

Look, um, Kelly,

we got a lot
to talk about.

Pete, you know, if you don't
want to see me anymore, it's--

no, no, Kelly, look, I--

I love seeing you.

Okay, you're my happiest
place on earth.

You mean that?

I know it in my soul.

Okay, I just--I've got
this one more trip,

and then I'm
yours completely.

The minute you get back.

The second I get back.

And, Kelly...

I love you.

Okay, I said it.

Yes, I even said it first.

So go ahead, make fun.

I'm really glad
you found someone, Pete.

You deserve it.

Okay, now I really
feel like a girl.

Well, hike up your skirt,

'cause we got
a bad guy to catch.

Boo-yah!

♪ Warehouse 13 2x12 ♪
Reset
Original Air Date on September 21, 2010

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hang back there,
Pointer Sister.

Sorry, sorry.

I thought, you know,
handling some ancient Spears

would trigger a notion, but--

okay, well, I'm sorry
to interrupt you

while you're handling
your ancient spear,

but I found
Christina's gravesite.

Good.
You let Pete and Myka know?

Texted them.

They land at de Gaulle
any minute.

All right.

Um, Artie, can I talk to you
about something?

Will it make me feel old
and uncomfortable?

Not this time.

All right, go on.

Okay, when Dr. Vanessa

was here trying to save
Mrs. Frederic,

she, um...

She said something
that kinda scared me.

When it looked like
Mrs. F. might not make it,

she said that I should
be ready.

And you want to know,
ready for what, Hmm?

Actually no.

Uh, I'm--I'm pretty sure
I'm not ready.

I know that I might
talk big sometimes, Artie,

but I can't even buy
a wine cooler in this state,

so whatever you might
have planned for me--

breathe, breathe,
breathe, breathe, breathe.

You can do whatever you want.

You control
your own destiny.

But she said--

no, nothing
has been decided

or will be decided

without your complete consent.

You promise?

With all my heart.

You will live the life
that you want,

and I'll make sure of that.

Oh, thank you.

Voila, monsieur.

According to Claudia,
the Cimetiere du Rennes

should be right around
this corner.

H.G.'s probably
already here.

Good, first time,
shame on her.

Second time,
I'm bringing that bitch down.

I love it
when you talk dirty.

What?

Where's the cemetery?

It has to be here.
This is the address.

Excuse me.
Hi, uh, excuse me.

Uh, do you speak English?

We're looking for
"the cemetery du Ron."

Cimetiere du Rennes moved

many years ago.

To where?

Bah.

Ew.

What now?

Okay, look, if H.G.'s plan

was to resurrect her daughter,

then she needed to arrange
for the upkeep

of her remains, right?

Which means there's an estate.

And estates have lawyers.

French lawyer.
Bah!

Bah.

Mr. Sempe, thank you for
taking this walk with me.

If you want to visit
Christina Wells' resting place,

I can give you the address.

You don't need me.

Oh, but I do.

I don't want to go all around
Paris shooting people.

As my lawyer,
you can give me full access.

Full access?
I don't understand.

You don't have
to understand.

You just need to sign
whatever needs to be signed.

Then what?

And then maybe
I'll let you live.

You check the girl.
I'll look for the lawyer.

It's empty.
He's gone.

She's in shock.

Look, if H.G. shot her
with the same gun

that she used on us...

Then she's come
and gone already.

Pete.

Look.

I'm grateful
she's been taken care of

to my specifications.

I signed the papers.

You can do
whatever you want in here.

May I leave now?

In a moment.

Don't be rude.

Remove your shoes
and step into this, please.

Madame, please,
I'm just a simple lawyer.

Not even a very good one.

Now would be nice.

What is it?

Primordial tar from
Pitch Lake in Trinidad.

Don't really have time
to explain what it does.

You wouldn't
believe me anyway.

I'm stuck.

You have no idea.

Help me!
Help me!

Help me.

No!

If you put water in it,
it turns it into a tar pit.

Don't fight it, dude.

That's what
the Woolly Mammoths did.

Pete, H.G.,
she ran down there.

Oh, mon dieu.

What in the hell was that?

Monsieur Sempe,
you mind waiting outside?

Happily.

This place is a labyrinth.

She's gone.

Pete, would you mind--

what?

You know, looking to see
if Christina...

Ew.

Yep, she's dead.

Still really dead.

Okay.

Pete.
Yeah?

H.G. didn't even
have the spear with her.

Yeah, but we don't even
know how it works.

No, no, something--

something is wrong.

She took something,
something that's missing.

The handle.

Are you sure
there was a handle?

Yes, and then the other
one's right there.

Show me.

Okay, if you can't see it,
the ends have points,

like--like arrows.

I've seen
that shape before.

Where?

I don't know what it is,

but I can't get it
out of my head.

Look.

MacPherson must have
left an image of it

inadvertently via the pearl.

Okay, wait, wait,
wait, wait.

Let's look at that shape

from different angles.

Now what did Myka say,
that the tips have points or--

like arrows.

Like arrows, all right.

Like arrows.

Now...

Does this suggest an--

Mrs. Frederic,
do you see--

see what?

It's not a spear.

It's...

The Minoan Trident.

So a bad thing?

What's the Minoan Trident?

A weapon
of mass destruction.

The first weapon
of mass destruction.

Okay, okay, wait.

The Minoan Trident
was the first

weapon of mass destruction?

The trident was the first
artifact locked away

by Alexander the Great
in what became Warehouse 1.

In the 15th Century B.C.E.,

the Minoan civilization
was destroyed

by a catastrophic
volcanic eruption.

Oh, I know this one.

It's the Thera Volcano,

which created the island
of Santorini.

The Thera eruption was
thought to have been caused

by a trident, which when
jammed into the ground

three times causes a fissure
in the earth's surface.

If done in the right place,

it could unleash
a volcanic eruption.

Is that what Plato based
the story of Atlantis on?

Right, right.
Poseidon had a trident.

I played him
in the fifth grade

with a pitchfork
and a toga.

At out Ralph Brunskie
for that part.

Kid had a voice
like Jennifer Tilly.

I am Poseidon.

I'm--I'm terribly sorry.

Que sera.

Peter...

The trident is real.

That's one of the reasons
the Romans came to Egypt.

Caesar wanted that power.

That explains why
the trident is in two pieces.

H.G. found part of it
in the 1800s

and hid it
on her daughter's casket.

And MacPherson
debronzed her

so he could find Warehouse 2

and the other half
of the trident.

That's why she killed him.

He was about to tell us.

Yeah, the question is:

Now that she's got
both parts,

what is she planning
to do with them?

Someone evil
just bought a plane ticket.

To?

Casper/Natrona
International, Wyoming.

That's only two hours
away from here.

All right,
get back here right now.

MacPherson was
collecting artifacts

to sell them
to the highest bidder.

Do we think that H.G.
is doing the same thing?

Let's hope so.

The alternative
could be unpleasant.

Good, boy.
You did great, Harvey.

There's a lot less
to lick now,

but I promise you
it'll make your life

a whole lot easier.

When I saw this,
I thought of you.

Oh, Pete.

Gorgeous.

Oh.

Look, Harvey.

He even engraved it
with our favorite breed.

Let's send him a picture
of us using it.

It looks like things
are okay between me and Kelly.

Why would you say that?

She sent me some pictures...

With her and a little puppy.

Look, she's powdering
his nose.

Look at the little puppy.

Okay, it's official.
I'm a girl.

You had a lot of vibes
about H.G., didn't you?

No, not really.

God, you're a terrible liar.

What?

Look, I trust
your instincts, Mykes.

We're partners, a team.

Yeah, well, I put
the team in danger

because I thought I knew
better than everybody else.

Look, you need
to forget about that.

Okay, there's no way that any
of us could be sure that--

no, there was plenty of doubt
from everyone but me.

H.G. has
a huge advantage, Myka.

She's willing to lie,
steal, and kill

to get what she wants,
and we're not.

So I'm gonna side
with us on this one.

With you.

Lattimer.

Oh, good, you've landed.

I do hate voicemail.

Oh, hey, Lady Koo-Koo.

We were just
talking about you.

Well, what, are you calling

to play a little game
of let's make a deal?

Oh, I'm afraid not,
dear boy.

Oh, come on.

Nutjob like you must have
quite a wish list.

How 'bout a little
electroshock therapy,

zap the crazy
right out of you?

Run a trace
on Pete's phone.

Already happening.
We put a trace on both

your phones as soon as
you got to Paris just in case.

Once I lock in
on her signal,

I can track her with this.

With what?
What is that?

Show me--
are you messing around

with stuff
in the Farnsworth aisle?

I've been quite impressed,

keeping up with me
as you have.

Not quite catching me
of course,

but then I am me.

Well, go ahead,
get nice and comfy.

Oh, don't worry.

I've closed all my accounts
and buried my trail.

So now are you just
calling to brag

or did you get a sudden
craving to be bronzed again?

'Cause we can make that
happen for you.

For such
a mediocre kisser,

I'd have thought you'd
at least have brains.

Yeah, well, you taste
about as old as you are,

so right back at you there,
grandma.

Now what do you want?

Just to suggest
that you check in on Kelly

about now.

Pete, don't--

listen, you leave her
the hell alone.

She has nothing
to do with this.

Oh, I haven't
done a thing.

But you, you sent her
a lovely gift.

I'm sure
she'll be crazy for it.

We have to get to Kelly.

No, no, no, no, she's just
trying to distract us.

Artie, I can't stay here,
I gotta go.

All right,
just watch your back.

Got her.
Where is she?

Wyoming, and not far, but--
what?

She's not stationary.
She's moving.

Looks like I-26,
heading for Bryson Reservoir.

Bryson, Bryson Reservoir.

Bryson, Bryson, it's in
the middle of nowhere.

I mean, it's not even
a tourist stop on the way to--

Yellowstone.

She's on a road trip
to see America?

She can't be.

You don't think that--

you don't think what?
She can't be what?

The Yellowstone caldera.

Artie.

I've got a map here.

Not this, this.

A seismic hazard map

of the six known
supervolcanoes in the world,

and the most powerful of which
is thought to be

Yellowstone caldera,
which is under--

well, it's under Wyoming,
Idaho, and Montana.

Are you kidding me?
People go there for vacation.

If H.G. were to jam the
trident into the ground there--

it would cause
a chain reaction

of monstrous proportions.

Millions would die
immediately,

but there's
a far greater problem.

Bigger than
millions would die?

The last supervolcano
that erupted

was 75,000 years ago.

Triggered an ice age.

Only 6,000 humans survived.

Claudia, go back up Pete.

You and I are going
to Yellowstone.

She's taking a car.
We'll take a chopper.

We'll get there ahead of her.
Go, go, go.

Right, hey.

You know,
this is kinda cool.

Good luck.
Yeah.

Can we get there in time?

We have to.

Kelly, are you here?

Kelly?

Kelly?

I've been waiting for you.

Oh, my God.

You scared me to death.
I thought--

hey, no, ha, hey!

Kelly, wait a minute!
Just hold on!

Just--just cut it out!

That is exactly
what I intend to do,

cut it out.

Gotta be an artifact.

Even I can't make women
this angry.

Just stand still.

Listen, Kelly,
somebody did something to you,

and I don't know what,

but just, please,
you gotta trust me.

I love you, Pete.

Oh, babe.

Babe, I love you too.

And that's why
I have to kill you.

Really?

Really? No!

Give me that.

Pete.

What are you doing?

Kelly, are you back?

What's going on?

Let go of me!

It must be the knife.

What, she gave you
Lorena Bobbitt's knife?

I'm so thirsty.

Okay, come on, baby.

Come on, come on.

God, I need some water.

Are you okay?
No, get me some water.

All right, hold on,
I'll be right back.

Ow.

Oh, God.

Are you putting me down?

Now we'll do this
the easy way.

Artie, something's fishy.
Pete, won't answer his phone.

Don't worry,
Claudia has his back.

She's gotta be
right around here.

The magma chamber
is highest here.

Right here?
Yeah.

Okay.

What's that for?

This is a subterranean
heat sensor.

Reaches thousands of feet
into the ground and--

okay, wow, the temperature
is astronomical here.

If she's coming,
she's coming here.

And here she is.

I'm not surprised
you found me.

But I'm quite baffled
that you expect

to do anything about it.

And what could
you possibly want

that you would go
to these lengths?

What, money?
Power?

What?

Nothing!

Nothing?

What do you mean nothing?

You obviously know
what you're holding.

This isn't
a bargaining tool.

I intend to use it

right here, right now.

Hiya, Kelly.

What's up?

Claudia, you can't
be here right now.

I have work to do.

Uh, Kelly, hey, hey.
Hold on a second.

What are you doing there?

Chopping Pete up
into little bits.

Uh-huh, right.
And why?

Because I love him.

And that's a beautiful
way to show it, but, um--

Claudia, if you don't
get out of my way,

I'm going to have
to kill you.

I'd really rather
you just give me the ax.

All right then.

There's got to be
something here.

Did somebody
send you that ax?

Let go of me!

What's newere, Kel?

Compact!

Hello, antique-y.
Where'd you come from?

Pete sent it to me.

Hang on a sec, Pete.

Kinda got
my hands full here.

L--L.A.B.

Laboratory? No.

Ah!
Initials.

Okay, Lonny? Lindsay?

Larry? Lizzie?

Lizzie.
Lizzie Borden! Woot!

Lizzie Borden took an ax
and gave her father 40 whacks.

And when the job
was neatly done,

she gave her mother 41.

My God.

What's going on?

And why is Pete
tied to my table?

Claudia, what's happening?

It's okay.

Somebody,
I can't tell you who,

gave you Lizzie Borden's
compact.

Lizzie Andrew Borden.

I did a term paper on her.

Apparently you name
your daughter Andrew,

and she chops you
into little bits.

Big surprise.

I tried to kill Pete.

No, it's--it's okay.

Why would I do that?

Well, looking into
the compact

probably makes you kill
the thing you love.

So maybe Lizzie
did it after all.

What are you talking about?

No, no, baby, baby.

Baby, this is good, okay?

This means that you love me.

Stop.

See, 'cause the truth is--

stop!

I tried to kill you.

Wait, Kelly.

Hey, Kelly, Kelly,
it's all right.

Just give it a rest
for a bit.

Give her head
time to catch up.

Wait, I don't understand.

Why would you kill millions
of innocent people?

Innocent?

Open your eyes, Myka.

Have you looked at the world
in which you live?

So because you lost your
daughter, because you're angry--

no, don't you dare.

This may have begun
with Christina's murder,

but it's not about that.

Yeah, I foolishly believed

that if I could find a way
to travel through time

then things would have
improved,

a utopia would have emerged,

but here we are
over a century later

and things have actually
gotten worse.

The divide between
rich and poor,

hunger and famine,
war and violence and hatred,

all flourishing
beyond control.

Indeed men have found
new ways to kill each other

that were inconceivable
in my day

even by fiction writers.

But millions of us
are struggling

against that every day.

This planet needs a rest
from what you've done to it.

It needs a chance
to repair itself.

Oh, my God,
you seriously intend

to start another Ice Age.

The only way
to save this world

is by destroying the parasites
who are eating it alive.

I don't normally do this.

And you're gonna
wish you hadn't.

Artie?
Oh?

Artie, what is it?

Artie, what is it?

The Corsican Vest?

I'm afraid so.

Artie, what's--
what's happening?

Well, the vest,

it belonged
to the Corsican Brothers.

Twins.

When one of them got hurt,

the other felt it.

You did that to yourself.

Where did you find it,
Venice?

Fort Lauderdale.

Oh, of course.

Ahh!

Myka!

Three times.

Don't let her do it
three times.

I won't.

Hey!

I wouldn't.

Myka, talk to her.
Talk to her.

So what,

the entire planet is subject
to your judgment now?

What about
the millions of mothers

who are gonna lose
their daughters

just like you u lost Christina?

Is that right?

This is no world
for a child.

I don't think
you believe that.

I do.

Watch me.

No!

Myka, that's two.

You are lying to yourself.

You never wanted this.

If you wanted to kill
Pete and me,

you would have done it
at Warehouse 2

or in Paris.

And Artie, you would
have let him die in Russia,

but you didn't.

I needed you to trust me.

No, you needed us
to stop you.

You wanted us to follow you
and stop you.

That's why you called
Pete this morning.

Think, Helena.

You are so filled
with grief and anger,

but there is a part of you,
I know it,

there is some small part
of your soul

that knows that this is wrong,

and--and that part
is still alive,

and it's just pushing
to get through.

Yes.

That's the part
that refuses to kill

the very people
who can stop you.

No!

Stay away from me.

All right.

If I am wrong,
then kill me.

Do it!

Kill me now.

I mean, we're all
gonna die anyway, right?

So what's the difference?

So shoot me.

Shoot me now.

Kill me.

But not like that.

Not like a coward.

I want you to look me
in the eyes

and take my life.

Come on.

Do it.

Do it!

So if you're not gonna

put H.G. Wells
back in the bronze sector,

where's she gonna go,

some other weird place
that we don't know about?

The less you know,

the better you'll be able
to do your job.

That doesn't sound good.

You both did excellent work
retrieving that artifact

and preventing
a worldwide disaster.

That, of course,
is the prime directive

of Warehouse agents.

H.G. Wells
was a formidable opponent.

She fooled us all.

She didn't fool Artie.

Fortunately, I'm still
a lousy shot with a real gun.

Are you gonna die on us
every year?

'Cause it's getting
kinda boring.

I'm gonna keep dying
until it takes,

or not.

Ah, it hurts when I shrug.

Yeah, well, I bet
wagging your finger

at me, old man, will be--

hey, hey, hey, hey,
hey, hey, kiddo.

Hey.

I plan on making your life
hell for a very long time.

Can I hug you?
Maybe later in the week.

Okay.

Hey.

What are you, uh,
putting together

some stuff for a shelter?

I'm leaving.

Okay, okay, look.

I'm sorry.

I've been really
busy at work,

but I found some bones
in the garbage today

and they're very--

I know, I know, I know.

I--I've been wanting
to tell you, but...

Okay, I don't really work
at an I.R.S. Warehouse.

No kidding.

All right, just--
just listen, okay?

The rule is
I can tell one person,

one really
important person, so--

no, don't.

I am not the one, Pete.

So please don't tell me.

I don't want
a complicated life.

Complic--

it's not that complicated.

Kelly, it's way more simple
than it looks.

Okay, Lizzie Borden's compact

makes you kill
the one you love,

like she killed her dad.

You love me,
and I love you.

It's simple.

It's just that your life

is filled with excitement,

and danger,

and just insanity,

and it's--it's all the things
that I don't want.

There are quiet days too.

Good-bye, Pete.

Stay safe.

Hey.

What's up?

I've been, um...
Trying to figure out ways

to simplify my life,

and it all boils down
to three words.

"Quit your job, Pete."

Four words.
Mm-hmm.

I wasn't counting "pete."

So then what?

I don't know,
get Kelly back.

I don't know, try and live
a normal life.

What?

If you had wanted
to do that,

you would have already left.

Look, just because
that worked on H.G. Doesn't--

this--this is
the right life for you.

It is.

You were born for it.

And you're really, really,
really good at it.

You are.

You need this Warehouse,

and this--

Warehouse 13 needs you.

You can't quit.

Yeah.

Yeah.

All right,
I'm gonna go see Artie.

You coming?

Um, Pete, I--

in a bit.

Okay.
Okay.

I understand
you wanted to see me.

Yeah. Yes.

Would you--

would you give this
to Artie, please?

Myka.

You can't blame yourself.

It could have happened
to any one of us.

But it didn't.
It happened to me.

You talked her down.

You saved us all.

It should never
have come to that.

I put the entire world
in Jeopardy.

I can't even conceive
of that.

I just know that I can't--

I can't take
that chance again.

And neither can you.

♪ ♪

"Artie, it breaks my heart
to write this.

"We both know the Warehouse
is my happiest place.

"I've thought a lot
about this,

"and I can't stay here.

"If I do,
I'll second-guess myself

"into oblivion.

"Please forgive me,
but I have to go.

♪ ♪

"Pete, you're the Big Brother
I never had.

"I wish I had your strength.

"I know I frown at you
and punch you a lot,

"but I'll always love you.

"Please be careful.

"Leena, you're
the only mom they have.

"Watch over them,

"and make sure that Artie
eats right.

"Claudia, take care
of Pete and Artie.

"Let's face it,

"you're the only real adult
in the group.

"I wish I could be there
to see you grow into

"the amazing woman
you're gonna become.

I love you all, Myka."

♪ ♪