Warehouse 13 (2009–2014): Season 3, Episode 10 - Insatiable - full transcript

Previously on
Warehouse 13...

Four Regents suffered
artifact-related deaths.

And now a fifth Regent.

How can my mom be a Regent
and not have told me?

Just let me start
at the beginning.

Some other time, Jane--

a time when the Warehouse
isn't under attack

and someone isn't trying
to kill you.

- Artie said you don't torture.
- I'm not Artie.

I can't let you do this.

I drew my gun on Mrs. Frederic,
and she fired me.



What?

- You hear that?
- No.

Sounds like somebody's
in trouble.

You want trouble, mister?

Hold that thought,
I beg of you.

Hey, you okay?

No. Don't.

Hello?

Aah!

Oh, my God!
Paul? Paul! Paul...

Aah!

♪ Warehouse 13 3x10 ♪
Insatiable
Original Air Date on September 19, 2011

== sync, corrected by elderman ==

So you just let my mom
walk out--



I don't get to make her stay.
There is a hierarchy here.

There's your mother, the Regent,
Mrs. Frederic,

there's me,
and then there's you.

Oh, sorry. How rude.

There's me, there's Trailer,
and then there's you.

Okay, so how do we protect her
from Walter Sykes

if she's not here?

Her security has been tripled.
She's safe.

The Remati Shackle is safe.

The Warehouse is safe.
The world is safe.

The Universe is safe.
And by the way,

no one asked us to help,
so I don't think that we--

Regent security
has been stretched pretty thin--

Myka, please!
Please, not you, too.

Now, I have a situation here
that I would like to--

Artie, Sykes
has been planning his revenge

The Regents are handling it.
Let it go.

Walter Sykes needs
to be brought to justice.

Ah, see, you're not looking
for justice.

You're looking for vengeance.

If some psycho tried
to off your mother,

wouldn't you want payback?

You never met my mother.

Our job is to do our job.

And, oh, look, we have a ping.
So go pack.

And you are gonna go
to Ithaca, New York.

Bye.

Artie, he does have a point.
Right, Ithaca. Bye.

Leena--
look at this.

Someone's actually doing
as requested.

How is the security-system
upgrade going?

Down to one last diagnostic.

Once I run this,
we're good to go.

Good. Sykes is looking
for weaknesses,

best not to have any.

So is Claudia still upset
about Steve?

I was hoping that
a few days away from this place

would clear her mind.

Artie, what happened
in Atlanta?

Something bad...

Between Steve
and Mrs. Frederic.

A notice was issued
to all government agencies

that Jinks was
persona non grata.

They burned his credit rating
and his passport.

- Oh, my God.
- Don't tell Claudia.

I won't.

- ♪ I'm your
ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb ♪

♪ hello, world,
I'm your wild girl ♪

♪ I'm your
ch-ch-ch-cherry bomb ♪

♪ cherry bomb,
cherry bomb ♪

♪ ♪

Okay, thanks.

That was awesome.

Johnny Cash,
Astrid Gilberto,

and The Runaways
in the same set.

That's my motto.
Go eclectic or go home.

Yeah, I like to mix it up
on open-mic night.

Claudia, right?

I'm Dwayne Maddox.

Lead singer/guitarist
for Dead Rent--

great band, terrible name.
- So you've seen us.

"South Dakota's most promising
musical export,"

sayeth the blogs.

That was before
the rhythm guitarist

decided to split.

He wanted us to be
the next Black Eyed Peas.

I wanted to be Black Flag.
Just...

Wow.
That's a weird coincidence.

I know exactly what it's like
to lose a partner.

I was wondering
if you'd like to fill in.

Okay.
Um...Wow.

So when do you--

when do you think
you want to jam?

I mean, my schedule is just
a little unpredictable, so...

Well, we rehearse
in my garage.

It's the red house
behind the body shop.

- Say noon tomorrow?
- Yeah, that could work.

All right, see you then.

Hey, what's up?
This is Steve. Leave a message.

Damn it, Jinksy,
call me back.

I want to share.

So you and Paul
were both bitten,

but neither of you saw
what did it?

It was really dark,
and it was really fast.

Then something got
its attention.

I dragged us both into the car
and took off.

May I?

Sorry.

Thank you.

Myka, do you know
what those are?

Some kind of animal maybe.

Human bite marks--
they're human.

Vampire or werewolf?

I don't know, but based
on the location, I would say--

wait a minute,
do you really think that--

No, I don't think!

We deal with artifacts,
not fairy tales.

A lot of those artifacts
come from fairy tales, okay?

Cinderella's knife, right?
Turns people to glass, remember?

I'm just saying it's possible.

Well, I'll believe it
when I see it.

Let's check out
lovers lane.

Okay, but I only go
to third base.

Okay, so Amy said Paul heard
a moaning

coming from that direction.

I'm gonna go that way.
You stay here.

What? Alone?

Okay.

This isn't
a horror movie, Pete.

Uh, yeah, see, see?
Now it's a horror movie.

Myka. Myka...

What are you doing?

I was worried about you
in here all alone.

Wait, wait, wait.
Do you hear that?

Yeah.

What in the hell?

Why is that man eating a deer?

Probably because...

That man is a zombie.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Oh, afraid of guns, huh?

Hold up, zombies aren't
afraid of guns.

That's because
he's not a zombie.

He's probably just been affected
by something

that we know is real--
an artifact.

Maybe if we just--
we talk to him...

No, no, no, no, no.

No, you don't talk
to the living dead.

You either run away
really fast,

or you shoot 'em in the head.
Pop, pop!

Sir, I'm Agent Bering.
This is Agent Lattimer.

We're with the Secret Service.

Okay, we just want
to help you.

Do you--
do you understand me?

Aah!

Myka!

Cover me.

Easy.

God, he's really cold.

Yeah, further proof
that he's not alive.

Careful. Careful. Myka!

- It only takes one bite.
- Will you be quiet?

Aha.

All right, we have...

Kevin Monroe, 36 years old.

Lives here in town
at 127 Briarwood Lane.

All right, well,
does he have anything

artifact-y on him?

Well, not that I can see.

Let's get him
to a hospital.

Artie, will you please tell Pete
that the undead do not exist?

Don't be ridiculous.

- Of course they exist.
- Thank you. What?

- What?
- Told you.

Only in the technical sense.

Ha ha.
I told you.

There are several artifacts
known to simulate living death.

Show me the victim.

Hmm, necrotic dermal
discoloration,

and around his mouth,
hyper-stimulation

of the salivary glands.

Off the bat, I'd say
he's got two symptoms

that are consistent--

Peas...Elk...Bison!

Pete, look in his eyes.

That's not anger.
That's--that's fear.

It kind of sounded
like he said,

"Peas, Elk, Bison."

Yeah, well, at least there's
some vegetables in there.

Artie, listen, the doctor said
that he had frostbite

on his toes and ears,

but Ithaca's been in the middle
of a heat wave.

Yeah, check out his house.
I am on the next flight out.

And whatever you do,
you keep him restrained.

Hold down the fort.

I thought I had two days off.

Leena's busy.
I'm getting on a plane.

I need you to do
some research.

Everything we've got
on living-death artifacts.

Yeah, Artie,
you specifically forbade me--

I changed my mind.
I'm mercurial. Deal with it.

Yeah, not exactly the
adjective I'd choose right now.

Come on, Steve, pick up the--

What, Claudia?

Oh, my God.
Jinksy!

I can't--
wow. I've, um--

I've just been dying
to talk to you.

Yeah, I could tell
from the last 800 messages.

Okay, it wasn't that many.

What do you want?

Um, okay,
Cliffsnotes version--

I met this really hot musician
at open-mic yesterday.

Pretty sure he wants me.
Pretty sure I want him.

I mean, I know I've only
known this guy

less than 24 hours,
but how can you tell?

What if he's my one?

Claudia, I can't do this.

What?
Talk to your B.F.F.E.?

What the hell is
a B.F.F.E.?

Best friend
forever and ever.

Look, we're not B.F.F.E.s.

We were co-workers,
and now we're not,

which makes us...
Nothing.

Nothing?

Steve, why would you--

I can't be any clearer,
Claudia.

Stop calling me.

Lose my number.

Yeah, Steve, no problem.

I'll just forget everything
about our awesome friendship

if you'll just tell me,

why are you being
such a tool?

♪ ♪

Okay...

I'll bite.

Okay, Sallah.

Wasn't really the question.

She raised her eyebrow
at this

and walked on.

Yep.

Oh--oh, God, wow.

Hello from Miami Beach.

90 degrees.

He was obviously freezing.

Why?

You scope out
the living room.

I'm gonna see if I can stand
the heat in the kitchen.

Pete, you hear that?

Secret Service! Come on out
with your hands up!

- Locked.
- Psst.

Hey.
Hey, it's okay.

It's okay.
I'm Myka.

Everything's gonna be okay.

- Mykes.
- Yeah?

Peas, Elk, Bison.

"Please help my son."

- Hey, Artie.
- Hey, listen, do we have--

Pete, what are you doing
with this--

- Artie...
- Who--

- Come here.
- Who is this?

Well, this
is Kevin Monroe's son.

We found him hiding
in the closet.

- Hiding?
- Mm.

Was he there when
his father was affected?

Did he--
did he see the artifact?

We have no idea.
The kid hasn't said a word.

The only reason we know his name
is from a tag on his backpack.

Artie, this is Danny.
Danny, Artie.

Hey.

How are you...?

I'm sure it's not
the eyebrows.

What do you mean?

Hey, buddy.

Hey, you know,
your dad's just--

he's just taking a nap.

I got an idea.

How about you and me
go get a candy bar?

So how is his dad doing?

Well,
he's sedated for now.

Amy and Paul, the couple
from the woods--any symptoms?

Nothing yet,
but listen to this.

I think whatever affected
Kevin Monroe is spreading.

Now, a few minutes ago,
campus police at SUNY-Ithaca

got this call from
the Psi Phi Zeta frat house.

Listen to this.

Send someone over here now.

He's crazy.

He ate a squirrel,
and he keeps trying to bite me.

Get the hell away from me!

Okay, now,
it's a frat house,

but still,
the artifact could be there.

But how did Kevin Monroe
come into contact with it?

- Was he an alumnus or--
- I'm still working on that.

But right now we just have
to contain this thing.

- Yeah.
- Hey.

Okay, we have to go.
I'll explain on the way.

Hey, whoa, whoa, whoa.
Artie, um...

- What about Danny?
- Who?

- The kid.
- Oh, what about him?

Artie, we--we just found him
cowering in a closet by him--

he can't be left alone.
You got to stay with him.

- Yeah.
- Me? No.

I don't--
I have no idea.

He probably saw
something, right?

Talk to him.
Get him to open up.

Yeah, show him some
of that papa Nielsen charm.

- Don't touch me!
- Okay.

Um, all right,

uh, you go check out
Animal House, and I'll...

Cajole.

- Good luck.
- Yeah.

- Good game.
- Uhh!

See what you can find out
from the frat boys.

I'll make sure the campus
gendarmes give us some space.

Agent Bering.
Somebody fill me in.

Fenton Wallis,
house president.

Everyone just calls me Wally.

- So what happened here?
- Moose freaked.

A moose?

One of our newbies--

came back from a burrito run
whining about being cold.

Then he starts eating
all the food,

then all of a sudden,
he just goes psycho,

starts trying to bite people.

Did you see him actually
bite anyone?

Lady, after he took
a swipe at me,

all I saw was
the basement door slam shut.

I think he's still down there
tearing through the pantry.

- Hey.
- Hey.

So we got ten minutes
before the boys in blue show up.

Let's go find us an artifact.

Okay.

30 guys under one roof,

and no one takes the time
to change a lightbulb.

Are you asking me
how many frat boys it takes

to change a lightbulb?

- Because I would say...
- Please don't.

Well...

Ooh, tacos.

Oh, man, I hope that truck's
still out there.

Don't start with me, okay?

My blood sugar is crashing.

Oh, jeez!

Ooh!

Dude, I hate rats.

Cold...
So hungry.

Help me. Help me.

Moose, listen,
it's gonna be okay.

Aah!

Myka!

Aah!

- Are you okay? Huh?
- Yeah. Yeah.

- Did he get you?
- No, no, I'm fine.

Let's just, uh--just get him
to the hospital.

Is it safe to come out?

Aaah! Aah--

- Are you okay?
- It bit me, Mykes.

It bit me.

- How long ago was he bitten?
- A few minutes ago.

How long before
the effects kick in?

No idea. Amy and Paul
were bitten hours ago,

and they're both still
asymptomatic.

So it could take anywhere
from three minutes to...

to never happening at all.

It depends on the artifact.
Do you have any leads?

Uh, no.
I'm still working on it.

Work faster!
And, Myka, Myka...

If he gets a strange look...
Watch yourself.

Was Moose from Ithaca?

Was he related
to a Kevin Monroe?

Wisconsin.
His last name's Mulder.

Was Kevin Monroe ever
pledged to this house,

say, around 15 years ago?

We only got chartered
last year.

Myka.

Listen, uh...

When it happens, I want you
to be the one who puts me down.

Okay.

I know it's not gonna be--
wait. Wait. What?

Two shots to the head, right?
Pop, pop.

- Mykes...
- Everything's gonna be fine.

Okay? I'll drop you off
at the hospital.

Wait, wait.
No, no, no, no, no.

I'm not just gonna sit around
waiting for it to happen.

Okay? I mean, I'm gonna
make sure we find this thing.

Make it stop. Make it stop.

It's too bright.
Oh, my eyes!

Oh, make it stop.
Make it stop.

Wait.
They're sensitive to light.

Remember Kevin Monroe,
in the woods?

He flinched
from our flashlights.

- Oh, sorry. I'm just--

I'm freakin' starving.

A human flesh
kind of starving,

that--that kind
of starving or...?

No, like Pete Lattimer
starving.

It's just I can't do this
on an empty stomach.

- I'm gonna go get a taco.
- Really? Now?

Hola, amigo.

Uh, una burrito grande
especial...

Por favor, rapido.
Gracias. Comprende?

Yeah, I get it, gringo.
I speak English, bro.

Okay, well,
I'm just, you know...

- Pete.
- Yeah.

At Kevin Monroe's house,
it was hot, right?

- It was, like, 90 degrees.
- Yeah.

And they said
Moose was freezing.

Right, so I'm thinking that
the artifact works in stages.

Well, that's how
zombies work, Mykes.

You know,
there's the blood bite,

sickness, death, rotting.

And then all you want to do
is, like...

Gracias, senor.

Seis dolares.

Pay the man, Mykes.

Okay.

Orale, homes.

I'm coming back
for seconds.

This is delicious.

Okay, that's, like,
28 bucks you owe me now.

Can I get a special?

So, Danny...

Any interest in cryptography?

Piano nocturnes?

'Cause they're--no.

Cold War espionage.

Yeah. Ecch.

Um, right.

I'm gonna go check
on your dad.

You stay put.

What--what's happening?

He's going
through I.V. bags

almost as fast
as I can hang 'em.

If that wasn't weird enough,

there's no clear sign
of infection,

viral or bacterial.

He is ice cold.

Last reading, body temp
was 89 and dropping.

If we don't reverse this,

he's gonna go
into organ failure.

Excuse me.

Oh, come on. Again?

Oh!

Ow...

No!

Oh...

Of course.

Yo.

Claudia, did you get the
information that I asked you--

Yes!

What do you thi--
of course!

Yes!

Claudia, is everything
all right?

Just a little temporary,
possibly terminal

technical difficulties--
all good now.

Claudia...

What is wrong?

Nothing.
Quit worrying, Nana.

So, listen, on the shelf,

we have the Torch of Thanatos,
Marie Laveau's crucifix,

and the Bodhidharma's slippers.

But unfortunately,
that's all I can tell you

until this search speeds up.

So any new deets?

Causes extreme metabolic
shifts and temperature drops,

while simultaneously triggering
intense carnivorous craving.

Cravings.
Well, I'll cross-ref when I can

to see what pops,

but the network's been
uber-sluggish lately.

It's weird, actually.
I don't know.

Well, call me
when you get something,

and then you can resume
your R&R.

Thank you.

Yes, Leena?

Yes, I know someone
named Dwayne.

He's where now?

Dwayne.

Hey.

You're...

You're where I live.

Yeah, I, uh, asked around.

Look, if you're not
into joining the band...

I mean, that would suck,
but--but I get it.

And I was just still hoping
that we could--

Not into--
no, wait. What?

Well, when you blew off
rehearsal, I just assumed--

No, no.
Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

That was not rejection.
That was me trying to juggle,

and I'm all thumbs.

So, um, okay, I just have
one more little thing

I have to do at work, okay?

And then I'm all yours.

- I mean to rehearse.
- Yeah.

Oh, my God.
Let me just go get my guitar,

and then I'll go straight to--
whoa!

Hey--

- Dwayne!

I've never had
a hot rocker girl

literally throw herself
at me before.

Look out!

Oh, my God.
Are you guys all right?

Uh, yeah, yeah. Fine.

Great, actually.

Oh, my God.
I cannot believe this.

- Claudia, what's wrong?
- I got to get out of here.

Claudia, wait.
I just--

You need to stay
as far away from me

as possible right now--trust me.
- Why?

Because I'm marked
for death.

76 and still dropping.

If we don't get
his body temperature up,

this man is gonna be dead
in an hour.

I'm gonna talk to the doctor
about putting him on bypass.

The doctor's on his way back
to the--

Good. It stopped dropping.
Maybe he's stabilizing.

It's not gonna last.

Where did those glasses
come from?

Alfred Butz,
inventor of the thermostat.

Huh?

Uh...great Uncle Alfie's
glasses.

Same prescription, oddly.

I'm gonna go check
on the two kids

who were attacked
in the woods.

Oh, well, those two were
patched up

and discharged hours ago.

They were bitten...
and they're fine.

That means
something else caused--

Hey, stop him!

Help me out here.
Kid ate through the restraints.

Aah!

Why do they crank
the A.C. in here?

Really?
'Cause I'm sweating my--

- Aah!
- That was Moose.

Stop him!

Everybody out!
Get out, now!

Let's go! Get out of there!
Get out! Come on!

Take the shot, Mykes.

Mykes, take the shot!

Where'd you go?

I-I don't know.

So...Hungry.

Oh, man,
don't make me do this.

Don't come any closer.

Just stop right there.

Don't--
don't come any closer.

I will shoot you!

Is he...?
Hypothermia, starvation.

So what,
I'm gonna freeze to death?

- You feeling cold?
- No, but I've been bitten.

There's nothing wrong
with you.

Whatever this artifact is,

its effects are not spread
by biting.

Thank God.

You hear that, Mykes?

I'm so cold.

I don't want to be
one of the undead.

And I don't want you...

putting me down.

Look, we are gonna find
this thing, Myka.

You're gonna be okay.

I promise.

Okay.

She must have come in contact
with the artifact.

Yeah, but where--

the woods, Kevin's place,
the frat house?

What do we know?
Stage one--sever chills.

Stage two--
intense hunger.

Stage three--
hypothermia, malnutrition.

Stage four--death.

I mean, come on, Artie,

you have to have some idea
what we're dealing with here.

Everyone that's been impacted
by this artifact

is either too far gone
to talk or dead.

Not everyone.

Hey.

You know, Danny,

my dad was once
really sick, too,

and I spent the whole time
at the hospital

just wishing that there was
something I could do to help.

Bet you know
how that feels. Yeah.

But you can help,
and not just your dad.

There are other people
in trouble, too.

Do you want to give her
the magic glasses?

No, Danny, I'll be fine.

Thank you, though.

Okay, how can I help?

Did your dad come
in contact

with any strange things
lately?

Any weird--weird--
nothing.

Do you remember when he first
started feeling cold?

- Last night after dinner.
- What'd he eat for dinner?

He wanted to try
the new burger place,

but the line was too long,

so we just stopped
at a food truck on the way home.

Tacos? Tacos, Danny?

Tacos from here, Danny?

Yeah, Manny's.
He's nice.

Artie, something on that truck
is altering the food.

Kevin and Moose
both ate there.

Myka, what did you eat?

Off the truck?
Who am I, Pete?

Okay, fine. But still,
that truck must be the nexus,

and the artifact's
got to be there.

- We got to find the truck.
- I'm on it.

I just started following Manny's
on Twitter today.

See, sometimes being
obsessed with food

and social networking
is a good thing.

- Pete.
- Okay. His last Tweet was

from a construction site nearby.
- Let's go.

Wait, wait, wait.
Myka. Myka...

Don't you think
you should stay here?

I'm not gonna stay here
waiting to turn, okay?

I-I want to be there
when we find it.

I'm gonna drive.
It'll--it'll keep me focused.

Any excuse to drive.

All right, just go.

So...

Was your dad okay?

Oh, he was fine.

No, no, he...

Everything turned out
just fine.

He's still a pain
in the butt.

All right,
mister all-seeing, all-knowing,

I'm sorry I doubted you.
You obviously know what's what.

Otherwise,
you wouldn't be here, right?

So I got to know,
am I really gonna die tonight?

Okay. Obviously
I didn't enunciate.

Am I going to die tonight?

Okay. It's on.

It's bath time.

Ooh, slippery, isn't it?

Yeah, get you some.

Oh-ho-ho!

In your face, Grim Reaper!

Adieu.

What a day.

Oh, come on.

Whoa. Water's not supposed
to do that.

Somebody?

Leena?

Somebody? Anybody!

Help me!

Help!

Thank God he's still here.

Yep.

I'm gonna
crank this baby up to 11...

Just in case we--

- I'm so cold.
- Myka...

And I'm hungry.

I need to eat.

Aah!
Oh, it's happening to you.

Aah!

Myka, snap out of it.
Myka!

You all ate Mexican?

It's Pete.
Myka!

Okay.
All right. Okay.

Aah!

Myka, don't hate me
for this, but...

Keys--
no keys.

What the...?

Oh, my God.
Oh, my God.

Okay, breathe.
Breathe slowly, Claudia.

Breathe.
It's okay.

No, it's not, okay?

Everything is not okay.

Some psycho has the Warehouse
in his sights.

My best friend
wants nothing to do with me.

And now the Sultan of Suckwad
over there

is trying to kill me.

Oh, yeah, it's all rainbows
and unicorns.

And on top of that,
why am I dry?

It's an artifact, Claudia.

Watch.

Sallah,
what will I have for dinner?

"That blemish
is probably cancer."

What the hell kind of fortune
is that?

Sallah's not
a fortune-teller.

He's more of a hypnotist.

He instills
an overwhelming feeling of dread

into anyone who activates him.

Okay,
so how do I beat him, then?

You have
to actively ignore him.

Like I do with Artie?

Yep.

So I'm not gonna die?

Not on Sallah's timetable
anyway.

Yeah?

Claudia, I need you to hack
into the Ithaca power grid!

Do it now!
I'm about to become dinner.

O-okay, doing it.

Nope.

Okay, I'm in.
Now what?

All right,
they're sensitive to light.

Can you--can you make it bright
out here?

Say no more.
Here comes the sun.

Manny, you open this door.

How do I know
you're not one of them?

Damn, the circuits blew.

Manny!

Open the door,
or they're gonna eat me alive!

What the hell is going on?
What's wrong with those people?

Something in this truck

turned them into cannibals.

So they spiked my tires
because they want to eat me?

Where did you get this?

Uh, I was hiking in Utah.
I saw it buried in the ground.

I thought
it'd be a nice souvenir.

Myka, put money in here.
Did those workers tip you?

Yeah, I should've put it
out sooner.

This is it.
This is the artifact.

Damn it, I don't have
any static bags!

What the hell's
a static bag?

Oh, man, I'm not supposed
to do this!

Cover your eyes!

Myka?

Please tell me
I didn't eat anyone.

Okay.

I don't know what you two did,
but nice work.

In the winter of 1846, a caravan
of men, women, and children

stranded in
the Sierra Nevada Mountains

were forced to resort
to the most extreme measures

just to survive.

Somehow, the horrific ordeals
of the Donner party

imbued an ordinary jar
with the power to make others

experience
what they were suffering.

And putting money
in the jar triggered it.

- But why?
- Well, interesting sidebar--

the jar was one of several

the survivors used to bury
their money.

Even in the grim shadow
of death...

They were putting a little
something away for a rainy day.

Where's Pete?

Oh, he's waiting for us
at the Univille Diner.

It's all-you-can-eat pancakes.
Breakfast is on him.

Fine, but he's leaving
his own damn tip.

♪ Before ♪

♪ before I begin to go ♪

♪ ♪

♪ give me one more ♪

♪ kiss just so I know ♪

♪ so I don't unfold ♪

♪ now ♪

♪ ♪

I'll be right back.
Thank you.

So, for our opening number,

I'm thinking either Hole
or The Clash.

I thought
you were Marked For Death.

Yeah, no more
than anyone else, apparently.

Listen, Dwayne,
this is the warning label

on Claudia Donovan, okay?

"Stuff happens to me...

A lot--

sometimes weird stuff,
sometimes bad stuff,

but it puts things
in perspective.

I never know what fresh hell
tomorrow's gonna bring.

So, if you still want me
to join your band,

um...

Then let's rock.

I'm gonna finish this set,
all right?

- Just don't move.
- Right here.

Mm, hey.
One more, hold the water.

Your card's been declined.

Son of a...

They cut off
my credit line, too.

Whatever. Look, I'm gonna need
you to settle your tab.

Put it on mine.

And, uh, give me one
of the same.

Oh, hey...

Thanks, but I don't need--

Come on.
I've been there, trust me.

We could all use
a friend sometimes, right?

All right, well...

- Thanks.
- Anytime...

Steve.

Have we met before?

Almost.

A couple weeks back,
down in Atlanta.

You're with Stukowski.

She's not longer with us,
unfortunately.

Bit of a wild card.

- Sally liked you.
- Yeah, well, I'm...

Agent Steve Jinks--

former A.T.F.,
former Warehouse 13,

now burned by Mrs. Frederic
and the Regents

because you dared
to have scruples.

No career, no prospects,
no future...

I know what they did.

Now who are you?
What do you want?

Marcus Diamond,
and, uh, we want you, Steve.

- You people are murderers.
- No, no, no.

We defend ourselves.

Besides, you saw what your
former friends are capable of.

- Come work with me.
- And why would I work for you?

Besides not having to rely
on the kindness of strangers

to cover you bar tabs...

You're good.

You should be working
with the kind of people

who can appreciate
a man of your talents.

But...

Obviously,
you are not interested.

Well, good luck, Steve.

Marcus.

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