Warehouse 13 (2009–2014): Season 2, Episode 9 - Vendetta - full transcript

Previously
on Warehouse 13...

We haven't met.

I'm Mrs. Frederic.

Warehouse 13...
Is it yours?

It's mine...
And so are Lattimer and Bering.

Excuse me?

Kate Logan,
Chicago Field Office.

I didn't know you
transferred to Chicago.

So, uh, you showing up here

means I should call
you, right?

Call, don't call--
same as always.



Hey...

I'm so sorry
we got cut off earlier.

S-something huge came up.

I don't think it's a good idea
for me to see you anymore.

Turn around and put
your hands in the air!

H.G. Wells.
That's my daughter...

My Christina.

Everything that ever mattered
in my life

is gone now,
except the Warehouse.

I want to come back
and work there again.

Okay, I don't care

if I'm having
a brain transplant.

If you cross paths
with H.G. Wells,

yank me out of anesthesia,
and you fill me in.



Is that understood?

Yes, sir.
Crystal clear.

Aggh!

Agh! Aah!

Stop!

For God's sak--
agh!

I told you
I've got a bad shoulder, okay?

It's an old wrestling injury.

71.

He bowled a 71.

It's amazing to me
that you're single.

Really, so surprising.
It broke.

What? What?
What broke?

She knows.
Just some dumb shelf.

Is there a reason Warehouse
shelves are falling down?

Yes.
We need brackets.

This one's got me stumped.
Yeah, me too.

Todd works
at the hardware store.

Oh!
Yes, yes.

Todd, the young lad
with the the glasses--

the boyfriend.
Not anymore.

They broke up.

She's trying not to run
into him,

so she won't go
to the hardware store

to get the brackets--
I don't care about Todd.

She doesn't care about Todd.
What a coincidence.

And we've got work to do.

Yes, let's all
grow up a little, shall we?

♪ "C" is for cookie ♪

♪ that's good enough for me ♪

Oh, snap!

Kate Logan.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

Just can't get enough
of me, can you?

Well, who can blame you?

What?

Pete, what's wrong?

It's Dickinson.
Somebody--

guys...

We have to go
to Washington, D.C. right now.

Do they know
the cause of death?

Massive internal bleeding
and hypovolemic shock.

This is an X-ray
of Dickinson's hand.

It looks like every bone
has been dislocated.

Yeah, the carpals usually
sit right against the radius,

but there's a half an inch
between them.

Every joint in his body
looks like that,

as if he was pulled apart.

My God.

What the hell
could have done this?

The only word for it
is "freaky."

That's why I called you.

That's what you do, right?
Weird and freaky.

The pain--
it just must have been...

Would you give us a minute?

Right.
Super secret weird and freaky.

I'll be outside.

I just--
I can't believe this.

Why?

I don't care what it takes,

but we are not gonna stop

till we know
who's responsible for this.

Pete...It's me.

This is my fault.

♪ Warehouse 13 2x09 ♪
Vendetta
Original Air Date on August 31, 2010

Artie, what do you mean
this is your fault?

How can this be your fault?

Artie, just--
just talk to us.

What did this?

You wouldn't have thought
it was anything--

just an old, rusty chain.

What chain?

The rack

the chain
from Torquemada's rack.

What? Who is
this Torquemada woman?

A different rack
entirely.

Tomas de Torquemada--

the Grand Inquisitor--
he was the driving force

behind the Spanish Inquisition.

If the holder
pulls the chain taut

and focuses his energy
on the victim,

then it induces the same kind
of bone-wrenching agony...

That was suffered
on the rack.

That's why Dickinson's bones
were all...

Twisted and wrenched
from their sockets.

I'm sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

Artie,
I just don't understand.

How is this your fault?

Well...

In the '70s, I had some dealings
with the Soviet Union.

No, no, no.
Artie, we know all that.

Okay, pre-Warehouse,
you worked for the NSA.

You traded secrets
to the Russians.

They were gonna charge you
with treason.

But Mrs. Frederic fixed it.

You didn't trade secrets...

Did you?

Artifacts?

Just trinkets.

I thought
that they were antiques,

old relics that the Soviets
were willing to trade for.

What, wait, trade--
trade what--money?

No.

People--

political prisoners
rotting in the Gulags.

You traded artifacts...
For people?

It was
a different world, Myka.

Berlin Wall...

Nuclear stockpiling,
persecution of Soviet Jews.

What was a rusty old chain
compared to a human life?

I didn't know
it was an artifact.

Hey, man...

I'd have done
the same thing.

And then, one day,
my Russian contact let slip

that these old trinkets...

Had power.

And pretty soon, I discovered
that many of these things

had frightening,
dangerous power

and I couldn't live
with the guilt, so I--

so you turned yourself in.

And that was the day
Mrs. Frederic came into my life.

She made me an offer,

a chance to make amends
for past mistakes.

That's why she gave you
a new name.

Arthur Weisfelt
died that day,

and Artie Nielsen was born.

Look, that's a hell
of a story, Artie,

but what's it got to do
with Dickinson?

Why him?

I don't know.

But we are gonna find out.

...Glory are yours,

forever and ever.

Amen.

Amen.

I'm just gonna take a walk.

Okay.

Is she okay?

As okay as you can be
at a friend's funeral.

It's a bloody rotten
business.

What are you doing here?

Same as you--
tracking Torquemada's chain.

It was on our most-desired list
in Warehouse 12.

Well, you know what?

You are actually
on Artie's most-desired list.

So unless you want
to be bronzed again--

he's still opposed
to my returning as an Agent?

Well, he's opposed
to your existence.

So, yeah, I would
say that extends to you--

this is absurd.

I saved your life.
I saved Claudia's life.

I've--I've proven
I can be trusted.

More than not, I've proven
that I'm of value.

I'm not questioning
your value.

I'm curious
about your motives.

Myka, I can't.

I don't belong
in this world.

The Warehouse is--

I'm gonna need
more than that.

I'm gonna need more than...

"She doesn't like the world."

I need the truth.

Why did they bronze you?

What--what did you do
that the Regents felt

that they had
to encase you in--

I asked to be bronzed.

You asked?

You...

Who in their right mind
would--

I wasn't in my right mind.

My daughter, my Christina,
had been murdered--

a senseless crime,
brutal and senseless.

I had to try to...

To change it.

And I was working in a place
where miracles happen.

There had to be something,

some way to bring her back

or to turn back time.

I spent years
desperately combing the shelves

of Warehouse 12.

Twice I was discovered
and brought before the Regents.

Twice they were lenient
and gave me a reprieve.

The third time...

My recklessness cost the life
of a fellow Agent.

I was distraught
and quite mad, I'm afraid.

I had become a danger.

So I asked,
and they said yes.

I suppose I hoped to awaken
in a different world,

a better one.

The bronzer
was your time machine.

Closest I could come.

I'll talk to Artie.

Thank you.

Um, this is how to reach me
in D.C.

Myka...

I'm sorry about your friend.

Ah, we sure missed you
when you left the NSA.

Beauty and brains.

Thanks, Joe.

Oh, it turns out
that I found my calling.

Oh, do I want
to know what that means?

No, no.
Never mind. I don't.

As long as you love
what you're doing, right?

Yeah.
Yeah.

Right.

Uh, thanks,
but I'm really not hungry.

I made tuna melts.

Tuna melts?
Okay, you buried the lead.

I'm standing
in front of a dead woman.

You two have to live
in the same town.

Work it out.

I'll go get
some lemonade.

If Claudia won't come
to the hardware store...

The hardware store
will come to Claudia?

Cute.

Ooh, brackets.

You shouldn't have.

Yeah, so...

So...

How's life? Good?

If by "good" you mean
excruciatingly boring,

then, yeah, my life's good.

Yeah, mine's really good.

I've been thinking
about you.

Ironic--
you broke up with me.

I know.

I guess I just didn't think

you'd cut out of my life
completely.

I can do black.
I can do white.

Not so good with gray.

You mix black paint
with white paint.

You've got to get
out of that hardware store,

at least to find
some new metaphors.

So does that mean
we could maybe be friends?

Friends...

Sounds grayish.

The thing is, Claudia...

I got to go.

I'm--I'm sorry, I--
you're leaving?

I-I'll call you later,
I promise.

I'm--I'm really sorry.
I-I promise I-I'll call you.

What happened?

I have no frakkin' idea.

Dude was here, got a text,
dude is gone.

Well, men are generally out
of touch with their emotions.

I mean, look at Pete and Artie.
Those are my choices?

They say one thing,
and they do another,

because they're not exactly
sure how they feel.

Mixed signals cover
all possibilities.

Exactly.

How am I supposed to respond
to that, Leena,

with a big smile
or with gunfire?

With patience.
Give him time.

Patience?

Right.

Oh, no, I can be patient.

Actually, no, I can't.

Sanchez, are you back
from lunch already?

Could you--
who are you?

How did you get in here?

Uhh!

Artie...

Pete's just looking
through the rest

of the security-camera footage.

This is where you found him?
It was quick and quiet.

People in the other offices
didn't hear a thing.

Artie, it--
it's 70 degrees here,

but--but the prelim says
that he died of hypothermia.

Did--did the chain also...?

The Titanic.

There was a piece
of driftwood.

It was pried from the arms
of one of the victims.

It became imbued with...

Certain properties.
Another one you traded?

The coincidence
doesn't escape me either.

If someone wanted Joe dead,

then NSA headquarters
is not the easiest place

to take him out.

I think whatever
they were after was right here.

And I want to know what.

You're never gonna get in.

The NSA's system
is so much tighter than ours--

I'm in.

I'm surprised
it took you that long.

Maybe I shouldn't be here
while you hack NSA files.

Well, the mainframe
was not accessed,

so whatever
they were looking for

was only in this computer...

Here.

And the last file
accessed was...

It's just a list
of Russian names and addresses.

What?

Artie, what's the connection?

Me.

These are names of people that
I got released from the Gulag.

It's a list of my relatives.

These people
are your family?

Hey, guys, so I went through
the internal security feed.

There's something
you're gonna want to see.

Okay, wait, wait,

wait, wait,
wait, right there.

H.G. Wells--
what is she doing now?

And why is she coming
after me?

Look, maybe she was here
for other reasons.

Like what?
Applying for a job?

No, like hunting down
whatever artifact that did this,

so she can prove herself
and rejoin the Warehouse.

Myka, how do you know that?

I...

May have...

Spoken to her.

Oh, man!

You've been talking to H.G.?
Let me understand this.

You spoke to H.G. Wells

about official
Warehouse 13 matters,

and you didn't tell me?

I was waiting
for the right time.

This ain't it.
You, of all people--

you accuse me
of keeping secrets,

and then you go
and do something like this?

Hey, hey, hey.

No, hey.
You know what, Artie?

No, no, no.
This is good.

This is good,
because, uh, now we have a lead.

And--and we know
that H.G. is involved,

and all we have to do
is find her,

and--and thank God that Myka
is so good at that.

I know where she is--
the, um, Archer Hotel.

I guess we're going.
Yeah.

All right.

All right, Claude,
you can do this.

Just walk up to him and say--

dah hah hah.

And I'm officially
stalking him. Okay.

Well, who's the girl?

Her name's Claudia.
Claudia?

Yeah.
What does she do?

She just works
at a Warehouse.

That's all you know?
An I.R.S. Warehouse.

Zoinks!

Ah, took you long enough.

Finally looked at the envelope,
did you?

Torquemada's chain--
where is it?

Well, I don't have it.

I've been looking for it
since 1894.

I'm trying to help you, Artie.

How do we know
you didn't kill Dickinson

or Joe Sweetwood?

What possible reason
would have?

Hadn't you rather be looking
for the person

who was photographing Artie
at Dickinson's funeral?

Photographing me?

I followed him,

but by the time
I got inside the NSA,

it was too late.

He left something
on Mr. Sweetwood's body.

I imagine it has
significance to you.

What?
What was it?

I'm more than happy
to share my information,

but I expect
a little quid pro quo.

Nothing.

I tell you nothing.

Right.

Good luck, then.

Artie, wait.
Maybe she has some information--

no, she is a killer, and she
belongs in the bronze sector.

You don't know that!
And I will not be blackmailed!

It's a lead.
Artie, we need leads.

All right.

What is it?

In the bible
on the nightstand.

What does it mean?

Alexander...

He's calling me out.

Who?

It's my Soviet contact.

Whenever he wanted to meet,
he would leave a King of Hearts.

But I thought
he was in prison.

Yeah, well,
looks like he's out...

And obviously not
for good behavior.

He went after Dickinson,

because Dickinson knew
that Arthur Weisfelt

had become Artie Nielsen.

By killing Joe,

this guy gets the list
of all your relatives in Russia.

He's going
after your family.

That's all the quid pro quo
you're gonna get.

This guy must want you
to know what he's doing.

But why?

Artie, why was Alexander
sent to prison?

When I turned myself in,

he became useless to his
government.

He was a liability.

By the time
I found that out...

It was too late.

So, revenge?

I have to get to Moscow.

No, Artie,
that's exactly what he wants.

He's coming after my family.

We're going too.
It's too dangerous.

Oh, don't even bother.

♪ ♪

Weisfelt instruments.

Yeah.

It's quite
the family resemblance.

And he teaches music,
just like my father.

Why don't you go in
and say hello?

No, no.

That would put him
in even more danger.

We've never met.

The family thinks
that Arthur Weisfelt's dead.

It should stay that way.

Man, this is a huge list.

Was your whole family tree
subversive?

Well, no.

I had several cousins
who were refuseniks.

Those days,
when one was grabbed,

whole family was grabbed.

So how are we supposed to warn
and protect everyone--

we're not.

We're gonna find
Alexander first.

I got it.

We find the bastard,
and then we go in guns blazing.

We're not gonna do
any blazing.

We're gonna keep
a low profile.

This visit is not exactly
government sanctioned.

So no help
from the local authorities

and no diplomatic immunity.

None.
What could they do to us?

You two--

they yell at you,
and they send you home.

And what about you?

I didn't change my name
to hide from our government.

As far as the Russians
are concerned,

I'm a spy
who betrayed them, so...

See, that's something

you could've brought up
on the plane.

This is
the safe house where...

Alexander and I used to meet.

Alexander was a creature
of habit.

If he's not here now,
he will be soon.

Well, finally we're
one step ahead of this guy.

He's on the roof.
Son of a bitch.

Grenade!

No.

Croquet ball.

Croquet ball.

Oh, God.

If he's got the other one...

Get down!

Down!

Whoa!

Whoa!

All right, stay down.
Stay down!

What, is this another
old friend of yours, Artie?

Yeah, it's Charles II's
croquet ball,

imbued with the fury of a King
and a sore loser.

Oh, interesting sidebar--
later!

Oh!

So how do we stop it?
We don't!

It's got to stop on its own.
It could take hours.

The ball is lethal!
Stay out of its way!

Okay, I think I can
make it to the door

and then see
if I can spot him.

Artie, be careful!

Pete, get down!

Uhh!

Oh-ho.
Bye-bye.

Aah! Ohh!

Myka, do you think you can get
to the old fridge?

What, are you hungry now?

Just be prepared
to open it, okay?

Right. Okay.
Okay.

Ready?

One...

Two...

Go!

Whoa.

Pete, behind you!

Oh!

Little league,
don't fail me now!

Whoa ho ho ho ho!

Wakah!
Pete...

Artie's outside.

Artie!

Well, this isn't good.
You getting a vibe?

Don't need one.

Yeah, I'm here.

Who are the...
Fighting Ocelots?

Hmm?

Claude, you have a post-it

kind of stuck on your...

Hey, you find any info
on Alexander?

We've run
into a real dead end here.

Uh, I pulled an all-nighter
digging for intel.

And...
Nada.

The Soviets
must have disappeared him.

I'm running some
needle-in-a-haystack programs

right now, but I'm gonna need
a little more info.

Could you
put Artie on a sec?

Can't. He's--
Artie got hungry,

and he went out
for some borscht.

Just, uh, get back to us.

There's no use
in panicking Claudia.

I mean, there's not much
she can do from there.

There's not much
we can do from here.

And now I want borscht.

Wow.
Is that all on Alexander?

This is on Alexander.

This is on Todd.

And I'm not stalking him.

But look at this picture
I took of him.

Look at that.
See the guy he's talking to?

He's totally packing heat...

In Univille.

I mean, I saw that,
I figured...

Maybe I should dig
a little deeper.

School records,
tax--dental records.

Claudia, that's
a little stalker-y.

What did you find out?

Nothing, until you get
behind the data.

All of this info was entered
on the same day six months ago,

right before Todd showed up
in our sleepy, little hamlet.

Leena, what if Todd
is trying to use me

to get into the Warehouse?

I think I should go
to town and--

no, you should stay
away from him

until Artie gets back.

Claudia.

You're right.

You're right. That's exactly
what I was thinking.

Guess I'll just, uh,

figure out which shelf
to put this thing on.

I'll do that.
I'll do it. I'll do it.

Okay.

Too easy.

Claudiola--
I was just thinking about you.

Toddarama--

settle a bet
for Pete and me.

He thinks there's no High School
with an Ocelot mascot,

but I thought you said

your high-school football team
had one, right?

Did we talk about this?

Yeah, the Fighting Ocelots.

I knew it!
The undefeated Ocelots.

Pride and Joy of my youth.

Listen, I was thinking.

We should totally be friends
and hang out.

Nice segue.
How about Friday?

How about now?
Sounds good.

Pond in the park
in, say, 45?

Make it 40.
Great.

Okay, we can't go
to the local police,

and we certainly can't go
to the government.

We don't know
how to call Mrs. Frederic.

Well, all right,
what about--

hold it.

What?

What?

What is this?
What is--

ah,
ã for crying out loud.

I think
someone's watching us.

Why don't you
just say that?

'Cause I'm trying
to act nonchalant.

Oh, good job.

All right.

So, um, I still want you
to go that way.

Mm-hmm.
Okay?

And then I'm gonna go--
I'm gonna go this way.

Okay.
Take the bag, okay?

We'll see who he follows.
Okay.

All right, babe.
Well, I'll see you later.

I'll see you at dinner.
Give me some sug--

just go with it.
All right.

Was that really
necessary?

Hey, you.

You mind telling me
what you're doing here?

Hi.
You remember me?

We really don't have time
for this.

How did you find us?

Receiver--
tells me the exact coordinates

of the transmitter I slipped
into Myka's pocket

at the cemetery,
and before you get angry--

I'm not angry.

Just tell me you also
slipped one of those

into Artie's pocket too.

Artie's gone?

He was kidnapped.

Probably by the same person

who killed Dickinson
and Sweetwood.

We could use your help.
Wait, Myka, no.

Artie would blow a gasket.

Pete, we need help,
and she's here.

And for the record, I knew

that you slipped this
in my pocket at the cemetery.

I-I thought you'd know.
I knew you'd think that.

Oh, all right.

Look, we think
he might have been taken

by his former
Soviet contact.

That's impossible.
How do you know that?

It couldn't have been
Alexander.

That's why
Claudia's trail ran cold.

You mind
filling me in here?

Alexander died
13 years ago.

Alexander.

Alexei?

It's you, isn't it?

Why?
Some kind of revenge?

Uhh!

Alexander, listen...

What we did...

Was wrong.

The artifacts were dangerous.

They needed to be
locked away.

That's why
I turned myself in.

I didn't know
that they would punish you.

Save your breath.

You'll need it.

Who the hell are you?

The last person
you'll ever see.

Arthur Weisfelt...

The man I spend
my entire life hating.

Oh, my God.

You look just like...

It's Ivan, right?
Ivan.

You're Alexander's son.

No.

To be a son,
you would need a father.

Mine spent his entire life
in prison because of you.

Not me--
your government did that.

You caused it.

They gave you a new life...

While my father died
in a cell.

Now it's your turn.

Do you really think we should
be going through Artie's bag?

Yes, Pete!
Of course!

Unless you have a better idea!
Okay, okay.

Two Mykas--
this is gonna be fun.

Hey, a compass--maybe this
is some sort of homing device

that always points at Artie.

No, no,
that would be too easy.

Holy crap!
W-what does that do?

It holds Artie's glasses.

Right, so I can understand
your excitement.

But Artie always
loses his glasses,

which is why Claudia rigged them
so he could always find them!

Is this the receiver?
No, he lost that weeks go.

But...

I know someone who has one.
Good job!

You made it.
Of course. I said I would.

People say a lot of things.
They do, they do.

Hey, you don't drive
an old el Camino, do you?

Me?
No, it's Artie's, actually.

I hardly ever...

Ah, screw it.

What the hell is that?

I'm asking
the questions here,

starting with
who the hell are you?

Me?
You don't exist.

You're six months old.

Why were you spying on me?
I figured you out, man.

Think you can use me to get
into the Warehouse?

What do I care
about an I.R.S. Warehouse?

Bet you're just
as bad as MacPherson.

You just want to--
wait, what?

Who's MacPherson?

You think
it's an I.R.S. Warehouse?

Isn't it? Or ha!
Is that just your cover,

working for John Conti?

John Conti?
Who the hell's Jo--

wait, John Conti,
the mobster?

Dude, I don't work for him.

Then what the hell
is going on?

Oh, Todd,
you're in trouble.

Trying hard not to be.

Was the Marshal right?
Am I a dead man?

No, no, of course not.

You're...

Jinkies.

You're in the Witness Protection
program, aren't you?

Man, you didn't know?
No, I thought...

Man, how the hell'd you get
yourself into the program?

I was just an I.T. guy Conti
hired to recover a hard drive.

I saw some files
I wasn't supposed to,

and all of a sudden,

I'm living in this weird town
in South Dakota.

I-I wanted to tell you,
but I couldn't.

And that--that guy
I saw you with was--

my handler. He's pretty pissed
at me right now.

I wasn't supposed to get
close to anybody,

let alone fall in love
with them.

Wait a second.
Back that up.

Okay. "Love" is a really
strong word.

No, no, no.
Further back.

You mean you really are
a techie after all?

Monster.

Dude.

The light is flashing.
He should be right here.

I guess he was.

This way.

Oh, my God.

You've got the jacks.

So killing those men
and the list of my family,

that was for what--

just to--to--
to get me here?

Ivan, no.

Don't--don't--
don't use that.

It doesn't just
affect victims.

Whoever uses it,
it--it--it infects your soul,

steals your humanity.

And the longer you have it, the
more like Torquemada you become.

Good.

That will make this easier.

Okay, where now?

You guys take this corridor.
I'll go this way.

Just help me
with this door.

Why don't you just yell,
"here we come"?

Hey!

Be careful.

Hey!
What?

Come on.

Artie.

Artie.

Oh, come on!
There's got to be another way.

Oh! What?
Shh.

What?
It's okay.

What are you?

Don't, no.

Shh.
Behind you.

It's okay.

Y-you don't need to do this.

It takes a few minutes.

I want to watch you

watch your friend die.

Let her die.
I don't care.

She means nothing to me.

This woman who risks her life
to save yours?

I see it's still very hazardous
to be your friend.

There's no time.
What are you doing?

Oh, jeez.

Let's see
what this thing does.

Okay.
And...Go!

And...Activate! Fire!
Come on!

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait!
It's a reflex hammer, right?

Sure.
Okay, well...

Now, that's cool. Let's go.
Yeah.

Why?

Ivan, why?
What's the point?

What are you gonna do?
You just gonna kill people

who have absolutely nothing
to do with this?

Don't worry. Don't worry.
Her death will be quick.

Not yours.

Take this.
Hold this tight.

It's the only thing
that'll reverse it.

Hold it tight!

You'll be all right.

You all right?

Yeah, yeah. That was
a good shot, by the way,

unless you were
shooting at Ivan.

If I'd shot him,
you'd still be chained there.

And I would have frozen
to death.

That was some good thinking.

You'll be all right.
You'll be all right.

Well, that wasn't so hard.

Say it again.

Oh, come on.
Please? For me.

My preferred method
of hacking

is to use
an integrated secure toolkit

applied a safe-type
concurrent algorithm

derived from an active
binary work cluster

embedded
in a synchronized metalevel

high-speed architecture.

I love it when
you talk tech.

He's gonna be here soon.

This sucks.

We can finally talk.

I finally feel like
I'm getting to know you.

Aw.

Suckity, suckity,
suck, suck, suck.

Oh.

Sorry, my handlers
are just too freaked.

They think I'll be safer
someplace else.

But, hey, if I live
to testify,

I'll come back.

Oh, that's
an interesting brush-off.

I could always just send Conti
into an interdimensional space.

What's that?

Tell you later?
Not fair.

Todd...

Time to go.

You know I'll find you.

You better.

How could you?

You turned her in.

You handed her
over to the Regents

without even considering
that she might be

a valuable asset and--
Myka.

What makes you think
that this was his decision,

Agent Bering?

You seriously believe

that there's not a thorough
and complete vetting process

by which the agents
of Warehouse 13

are selected?

Mrs. Frederic recommends.

Regents discuss.

And I make
the final decision.

Artie...

So who's this guy now?

Mr. Kosan,
Agent Lattimer, Agent Bering.

Adwin Kosan is...

On a need-to-know basis,
and you don't need to know.

You make the decisions.

Some of them.

Yes.

We have to trust
that Mr. Kosan

will make the right choice.
The choice has been made.

Has she been bronzed, then?

Ms. Wells?

This is thanks in no small part
to Agent Bering's report.

To Agent Bering's re--
I tried to tell you, but--

in conjunction
with our findings,

H.G. Wells is to be
fully reinstated

as a Warehouse Agent.

She's convinced the Regents
that she's no longer a threat,

but an asset.

Welcome home, Agent Wells.

Thank you, sir.

Agent Wells.

Reinstated?

Be it ever so humble.

Thank you.

Without you,
I wouldn't be here.

Well, I would,
but I'd be in bronze.

Welcome to the team,
I guess, yeah?

Thank you.

No.

This is wrong.

Artie...
This is wrong!

Artie!

Artie?

Artie! Wait!

Artie, wait!

Artie, don't you dare
just walk away.

We went to Russia
so we could right the wrongs

from your past.

Don't you think that H.G.
deserves the same chance?

You're saying
that she's just like me?

You're wrong.
She's nothing like me!

And no matter how much good
she's done for all of us,

I'll never trust that woman.

But if the Regents are sure,
don't you think you should--

oh, now you want to know
what I think.

I think I'm gonna regret
not letting her freeze to death.

But by then,
it'll be too late...

For all of us.