Warehouse 13 (2009–2014): Season 3, Episode 2 - Trials - full transcript

Previously on Warehouse 13...

Adwin Kosan,

Agent Lattimer, Agent Bering.

- You make the decisions.
- Yes.

"It breaks my heart to write this.

"We both know the warehouse
is my happiest place.

Please forgive me, but I have to go."

Agent, Steve Jinks.

I'm really looking forward
to working with you.

You're lying.

We need your help. You were almost killed



by an artifact.

You are now officially a warehouse agent.

Hey.

Welcome back. Thanks.

And the first guy goes,

"I don't have to outrun the bear.

I just have to outrun you."

Yeah, you told me that one
on the eastbound flight.

No, I didn't.

All right, beginning our descent.

Ugh.

What the hell?

Adam, are you all right?

What's this?



- Adam!
- How did I get here?

What's happening to me?

I don't know how to do this.

Island Flight 687,

entering nose-down pitch attitude.

What am I doing here?

Approach is no longer stabilized.

Island Flight 687. Declaring an emergency.

Island Flight 687, what's your situation?

The world is such a scary place.

The most innocent objects
can cause destruction.

And mayhem.

A person sees enough of that,

and maybe they decide they don't want

that much responsibility anymore.

A person might think, walking away--

okay, not "a person."

Me.

I left.

"Life or death" all the time,
it was too much.

But as a wise and also psychotic woman

recently told me,

you can't walk away

from your truth.

So I'm back.

Am I ready?

The "life or death" thing,
it never goes away.

The world is a scary place.

First day back.

I guess we'll see.

Warehouse 13 3x02

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Focus.

Don't get distracted by the high stakes.

Concentrate on what is in front of you.

And...there's no chair for me.

Don't freak out. It's just a chair.

It doesn't mean that they've moved on,

or they don't need me, or...

Here ya go, Myka.

Oh, thanks. A chair, right. Yeah.

Oh, Myka! Thank goddess.

Leena and I were being outnumbered

by team sausage fest.

- Oh!
- Oh, that's disgusting.

What? You all eat crap for breakfast.

It's nice to finally have

a healthy eater back in the group.

Could we just try five minutes on, please?

Yes.

Uh, Adam Ashby.

Airline pilot

who forgot how to fly his plane yesterday

while several thousand feet over Seattle.

Luckily his first officer stepped in.

Now, it could've been
just a neurological event,

but I don't think it was a transitory...

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Artie, are we gonna fly,
or are we gonna drive?

'Cause this is mm-mm...

Hmm?

Can you tell him?

He wants to know if we can
go to Seattle by train,

because planes are scary to him now.

You still speak Pete?

Recovered, never cured.

You're gonna take a plane.

You're gonna be perfectly safe.

You two go pack, and you two come with me.

Hey. I was, uh--

should we...

Talk, you know, about me leaving?

Because if there's something
that you have to say to me,

you can say it.

No matter what it is, I can take it.

Mykes, we're double-rainbow all the way.

And...

We're back on the case.

- You're going to Boston.
- These are case folders.

Thank you.

The auction house offering today,

as one of its items,

a butcher knife owned by one Mary Mallon...

- Typhoid Mary.
- Who--

Excellent.

Kiss-ass.

You're a child.

The knife lets its owner
transfer its disease

or his injury to anyone.

And your assignment--

go, bid, win.

Go!

"Your"? Not "our"?

No, I'm gonna be in New Hampshire.

Memorial service for a regent.

She was killed in a boating accident.

Awesome.

I mean, not-- not for her, obviously.

Very sad.

But I get my own mission? Yes.

Take the new guy.

Uh-huh.

And who's the senior agent?

That'd be me.

Uh, this doesn't make any sense.

Oh, it does when you know her better.

No, no, no. Last week it
was all invisible snakes,

phantom knives, slam, bam,
death by Shakespeare.

Today you're sending me on a--

a Fedex run for a cooking implement.

I mean, isn't there something more...

Not boring?

I'm gonna need you to keep
that attitude in check, Jinksy,

as the senior agent on this mission.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Please continue your "Me dance."

Artie.

Come back with the artifact

and then tell me it's too easy.

Ugh.

We've never seen a case quite like this.

Two days ago, this man
was an experienced pilot

with a degree in Aeronautical Engineering.

The chart says he's gotten worse

since he came in.

Yeah. Yesterday he thought
he was in college.

Today he's five years old.

We think it's some sort of
accelerated Alzheimer's.

And no one else he's come in contact with

has been affected? No.

And physically he's fine,

but his mind, his memory is just--

He's slipping away.

All right, kids,

this is where it gets interesting.

Hemostat.

Wh-what's going on?

Where--what do I--

Where am I? Put your mask back on.

- Oh, my God. I had this--
- Doctor. Doctor, you need to...

- I don't know what I'm doing.
- Pressure's dropping.

He's going into shock. Code blue!

We need help! Call for help now!

We need to stabilize him.

And 300 to you, sir. Looking for 400.

400 anywhere in the room? Looking for 400.

400. Looking for 400. 400 I have...

Okay, Mary's knife is next.

This is very Thomas Crown.

Well, it's not a Monet.

It's a kitchen utensil.

So you're kind of a poopy-pants, aren't you?

No, it's just that I thought that this job

was gonna have a little more action,

like what I'm used to at the ATF--

guns and bad guys... Guns.

Right. Well, we don't go
after bad guys in our job.

We go after artifacts.

So if you wanna kill a bad guy,

maybe find the person who
made this ceramic clown.

Ew! Ohh! Take it away. Please.

Next up is item number 62--

Mary Mallon's knife. Ooh, ooh! Here we go.

We'll begin the bidding at $2,000.

2,000? Thank you very much.

2,000 I have. Looking for 2,100.

Thank you. 2,100. 2,200 anywhere?

- She's going after my knife.
- Do you not understand

how an auction works?

Looking for 2,300. 2,300 to you.

Thank you very much.
2,400 anywhere in the room?

2,400. My budget isn't unlimited,

Nanny McSnootyson. I hate her.

This is silly. Why didn't we just buy it

before it went to auction?

Because we're stealth, dude.
We try not to get noticed.

And aren't you a Buddhist or something?

Try being one with the
Universe for like a minute.

I am Zen. I am way Zen.

I can meditate for like two hours.

Which, by the way,

would be more exciting than this.

2,800. Looking for 2,900
anywhere in the room.

2,900 may I say?

2,800 once, twice,

fair warning.

Sold to bidder number 14 for $2,800.

Yes!

I mean bravo. Yes. Hear, hear.

We can go home now, poopy-pants.

You've got a new nickname.

I like "Jinksy."

Stolen? What do you mean stolen?

It must've happened before
the auction this morning.

In all my years of holding a gavel,

this has never occurred.

I'm completely mortified.

We'll be back.

He's mortified? My first real case,

and the artifact gets stolen.

First time on my own-- no offense.

- Now we have a bad guy.
- Yeah, great.

And it's our fault there's
somebody out there

with the power to make anyone sick.

We appreciate you giving us a call.

Well, when it happened again,

I thought you guys would be interested.

Dr. Lisa Ward. She's a surgeon here.

Middle of a quad bypass,

and forgot how to perform the surgery.

Chief had to scrub in.

Oh, my God. Who are you guys?

Call my mom, okay? I want to go home now.

Same symptoms as the pilot?

Not as far regressed yet.

Two victims unrelated.

I mean, they didn't know each other.

Different jobs, different neighborhoods,

different everything.
There has to be a connection.

Well, maybe the artifact is airborne

or in the water.

Then why just these two?

I mean, why aren't more
people being affected?

Okay, I'll follow the paper trail,

see if their lives meet anywhere.

Okay. I'll talk to Leena

and see what we can dig up
about memory loss artifacts.

Okay.

What? Wh-what is it?

No, nothing. I--

Uh, I--nothing.

I spaced out. Never mind. I'll see ya later.

Hey, Mr. Mortified,

we spoke to the woman who bid against me.

She didn't steal it.

Are you sure? Maybe she was lying.

She wasn't.

Yeah. So we're gonna need to see timecards

for any employees who had access

to the collection room this morning.

Certainly. But I can't imagine

it was any of my people.

Hello.

The janitor went home early.
He was sick this morning.

Owen Larsen.

But he wasn't sick. He quit.

It says here that he's only
worked for you for a week?

Well, he's an older gentleman.

He said the work was too much for him.

Really? Coincidence the name is Larsen?

- I got the address.
- Let's go.

Nothing so far,

well, not with those particular
memory loss symptoms.

That doesn't mean it's not out there.

Well, we'll take whatever you can find.

So...how is it...

Being back?

I don't know. Pete says everything is fine,

so maybe I should just relax.

Why do you ask?

Nothing. No reason.

Leena, did you pick something up on Pete

aura-wise?

Myka,

anything that I happen to see in Pete's aura

could just be-- You did.

Okay, I'm not imagining it.

There is something bothering him.

Leena, you have to tell me what it is.

Tell you what?

Did she find something? Oh!

No!

No, nothing.

It's just...Girl stuff.

- Gross.
- Yeah. What do you got?

No clue, meet clue.

Check out the credit card statements

for pilot man and doctor lady.

They ate at the same restaurant.

That's right. Jalapeno Harry's.

Same night. April 6th, the night a waitress

named Amy was murdered there.

Feel free to applaud my brilliance.

Yeah, maybe later.

Well, I'm gonna drop in
and see what I can see.

Okay, I'm gonna talk to the victims,

mention the name of the restaurant.

Maybe it'll jog something
loose in their minds.

- Okay.
- Hey, Pete.

- Yeah?
- Uh...

Before...

You said everything was fine.

And...yet we're still talking about it.

I just think...

Even if it's hard,

you can say anything to me.

Yeah? Are--are you sure?

Absolutely. Anything. Anything.

Okay.

Wow, it's--

it's kind of hard.

Uh, you know what? Fine. I'm just--

I'm just gonna come out and say it.

Um...

The force will be with you always.

If you don't--

Also, release the Kraken.

This is Chinatown Jake.
So stay classy, San Diego.

And pink is my signature color.

- Never mind.
- Let's not forget

I love the smell of napalm in the morning.

I think we're gonna need a bigger boat.

Yo, Adrian, I did it.

And say good night to the bad guy.

Hello?

Hi! Welcome home!

How's about we get you
started with an onion cone?

How many in your party?

Oh, no, thanks, but I have some questions

about the night of April 6th.

Um, I'm here about these two people.

They both ate dinner here that night.

I was hoping you might remember them.

Sorry, can't help you.

Hey, how's about some pretzel fries?

Uh, no. No, I better not.

Um, anyone else around
here might remember them?

No, okay?

Look, if you're not gonna eat,
you're gonna have to leave.

Uh, Ken...

The thing is...

I think you know more.

Look, I'm sorry.

Okay, the cops keep coming in here.

It scares the customers.

All right, well, I'm not a cop,

so you can talk to me.

Now, this thing says

that the victim was one of your waitresses.

Yeah. Amy.

Great girl.

It was awful.

A couple of the customers from that night

are being called as witnesses.

Yeah. Those two.

The cops have arrested this guy,
Geoffery Cedolia.

They have him in custody.

The trial starts next week.

Well, whatever it is,

we'd better figure this out fast.

Why? What's going on over there?

The pilot's lost all his memories.

There's no one there anymore.

The doctors think the involuntary systems

will go next-- swallowing, blinking...

He's forgetting how to breathe, Pete.

If he had just left the
knife in his apartment,

we'd be on our way back by now,
mission accomplished.

Don't worry. The landlady
said he'd be right back.

You know, the key is...

Clearing your head of
all distracting thought.

Focus just on the target.

I've been on stakeouts before, Mahatma.

Okay, I'm sure you have.

And, you know, I have mission experience.

Remember, I'm the... Senior agent.

I remember. Has it been
five minutes already?

Look, I am just now noticing that you seem

super-focused on the
whole senior agent thing.

Maybe because I'm the senior agent.

Right.

And since we both already really,
really know that,

maybe you should try to, you know, just...

Relax.

I mean, it's just the two of us out here.

Oh.

I get it.

Get what? What are you getting?

What's... Happening here.

Um, we're out of town, alone,

two reasonably attractive single people.

Oh. Oh, uh--

It's okay. No, it's not
like I'm not flattered.

I am, and, hey, I felt it too--

that crackling chemistry between us.

It's just that I really need to
focus on my career right now.

I don't have a ton of
bandwidth for other stuff,

as attractive as that other stuff may be.

Okay, so maybe in a year or two,

if you haven't gotten
me out of your system--

Oh, my God. I'm not hitting on you.

I'm gay.

You're...how now?

Gay.

You know, when two people of the same sex

find each other--

Oh, but-- no, I know what gay means. I--

Look, I usually--
I don't make a big deal about it.

You didn't. I--I thought--

you know what I thought. No, no, no, no.

You know what? It's my bad. It's my fault.

I should've stopped you.
I was just waiting for you to...

Take a breath. No, it's cool.

I've actually been, um,
waiting for an opportunity

to feel this completely
mortified with myself,

so it's, uh--

I'm sorry. Maybe we should just...

- Not talk.
- Stop talk--yeah.

Good--good thought. Super.

Yes, yes.

I really am innocent.

I know that sounds like a cliche.

Are you trying to find out

who's incapacitating our witnesses?

Yes. And, Geoffery,

actually, I'm not here about
whether you did it or not.

Why do you guys think your witnesses

are getting sick?

Sick? Do you honestly believe that?

Well, I've seen them--

Or is it possible, Agent Lattimer,

that my witnesses were scared off

by the prosecution,
the government prosecution?

I wasn't trying to imply--

Maybe you, also a government employee,

might feel the need to
protect your brethren.

Look, you're a lawyer, I get it.

But I'm neutral, guys.

I promise.

And I've seen your witnesses.

They're not well, and they're not faking.

And I'm sorry about that.

But you do realize Geoffery's life

is at stake here, don't you?

Shouldn't you be protecting Eric?

- Eric?
- Eric Bell, my best friend.

I drove him home that night,

so he knows I left the restaurant.

They're gonna argue Geoffery
drove back to the restaurant

to kill that woman.

Tire tracks match his car.

I went home and went to bed.

My girlfriend was at home,
but she's pregnant,

so I didn't wanna wake her.

Right. So she can't confirm
what time you got there.

They're trying the case in the press.

Victim's mother's on TV
every other night, crying.

This whole thing has been a nightmare.

Honestly, I just want that young man

to pay for what he did to my daughter.

You've been very vocal
about Mr. Cedolia's guilt.

A person who didn't trust
that he would be found guilty

might take matters into their own hands.

Why don't you come out and say it?

If you've done anything to
Mr. Cedolia's witnesses,

or if you've done anything
to tamper with this case

before it goes to trial--

I haven't.

That would be vengeance, not justice.

He'll be found guilty.

I know it. I have faith in the system.

Hello, hello!

Hi. Who's this?

Agent Bering, this is Courtney Moore

from KTRD news.

We have an interview
scheduled for now, right?

Yes. We were just finishing up.

Courtney's been very supportive.

She's given my daughter's
story lots of airtime.

People need to know about this tragedy.

Agent Bering, is it? Yes.

Still investigating?
'Cause we have the killer in custody.

Geoffery Cedolia did it.

Alleged killer.

My agency isn't quite done yet.

Typical government waste.

My viewers already know the truth.

How nice for your viewers.

So if you'll excuse us.
We should get started.

- Yes.
- Thank you so much

for your time. Thank you.

You know, I can't help noticing...

Should I guess the rest?

That you put a lot of pressure on yourself.

Yeah. Silly me, huh?

Just trying to be good at my job.

What a geekola.

Yeah, but you are good at your job.

You don't have to try. Geez.

But, I mean, I'm not trained like you guys.

I'm not Secret Service, or ATF, or NSA,

or m-o-u-s-e.

I'm not a real agent.

You're real.

You're also lying.

Wh-what? No. No, I--

I'm-- I have no training.

No, not about the training.
About caring about the training.

Artie. You wanna impress him.

Yes! Angela Lansbury,
you've solved the mystery!

Yeah, I wanna make him proud.

You don't know how good to me he's been.

I can't-- I can't let him down.

Well, do you think that
he would send you out here

if he wasn't already proud of you?

You know, I never had a gay friend before.

Which is weird, if you think about it,

'cause I'm sort of fabulous, right?

I mean, I guess there was
Paquito at the institution,

but he was just one of
Susan's personalities,

so I don't think he really counts.

And I just told you I was in an institution.

So I guess today's sharing day.

- Eagle's on the move.
- Bet you my self-esteem

the knife's in that messenger bag.

Mr. Larsen!

Could we talk to you for a minute?

Who are you?

We know all about the knife, Owen.

Just hand it over.

All right. I knew it wouldn't work.

You got me.

Here!

Aah!

Hey! Oh, my God. Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm okay. Just stop him.

Okay. All right.

My knee!

Aah!

- Artie, what--
- He's getting away!

What are you doing here?

My knee. He transferred--

chase him!

What are you doing here?

What? Nothing. Nothing.

Just, you know,
I finished in Manchester early,

and I thought I'd swing through Boston.

For the Red Sox

and...chowder.

You were spying on me.

No.

Claudia!

Hey, you really need to work on your timing.

Mrs. Bell, we were hoping
to talk to your son Eric

about Geoffery's case.

Then we heard you brought
him here this morning,

after he was affected.

- Geoffy? Is Geoffy here?
- No, honey.

He can't come play.

Eric and Geoffery have been friends

since kindergarten.

I wanna play with Geoffy!

My son, he's been like this all day.

What is wrong with him?

I'm sorry, but we don't know yet.

He's the third victim now.

There was a reporter at
Amy's mother's house.

Her name was Courtney Moore.

Has Eric had any kind
of interaction with her

by chance?

Well, she's been speaking
with a lot of the witnesses.

Why?

Courtney could be hitting
every witness, one by one.

Courtney? Who's that?

Well, she's the reporter. I told you.

God, don't you listen to anything that--

Pete...

Pete, what's happening?

Pete!

Whoa, man, you're hot.

Who are you?

Pete, you...

Hey!

Hi.

Are--are-- Pete, are you comfortable?

Do you need anything?

No, I feel good.

You're pretty.

Okay, that's-- that's gotta stop right now.

Um, okay, Pete, listen to me.

I'm gonna fix this.

Everything is gonna be all right, I promise.

I want everybody to stop saying that.

'Cause it's not gonna be.

It's never gonna be all right again.

Why would you say that?

I mean, why wouldn't
everything be all right, huh?

'Cause my dad died.

And he's not coming home.

Right.

I'm so sorry.

Pete...

It must...

Be hard for you.

It's hard on my mom.

I don't see her that much since he died.

She tries to stay busy

so she doesn't miss him that much.

I guess...

That must feel like maybe you're...

Losing her a little bit too.

You still have your sister, though.

Right?

Yeah.

But...

She's gonna go to college in a couple years.

Everybody keeps leaving me.

What the hell are you doing to people

and why?

Agent Bering. Hello to you too.

So we're doing a little show here,

and since you're currently
not making any sense,

I'm just gonna ignore you.

My partner Pete is
regressing like the others.

Now, what are you using to make this happen?

Look, those people aren't sick.

They dropped out because they
know Geoffery's a killer.

I don't know what game your
partner's playing, but...

I mean...who were we?

What is it?

I'm sorry.

What's wrong?

- Courtney...
- Who are you?

Where are we?

Somebody help me!

Courtney, it's okay. It's okay.

So we just need to figure
out where this guy would go.

Probably has got a system here.

He's pretty clever, actually.

Algorithms, plus cell tower triangulation.

Also...Facebook.

- Do you have any idea--
- Not even the tiniest clue.

What? You're not perfect?

Should we talk about why you're so upset?

I'm not upset. I'm just
undoing the mess you made here

and redoing it correctly.

Oh, yeah? I did not come here to spy on you,

not the way you think anyway.

Oh, sure. The good kind of spying,

like, here, have some flowers,

and a puppy, and some spying.

I came here to see you in action, dum-dum.

It's your first case as a non-apprentice.

I--I wanted to be here.

- He's telling the truth.
- Sometimes that's annoying.

That's funny. You're not
the first person to say--

Go.

So you got to see me screwin' up.

You got a curveball. We all get 'em.

It's not your fault.
And look how you're not giving up.

That's the girl I know-- uh, woman. Girl.

I'm still proud of you.

- I actually told her that too.
- Means more from Artie.

Fair enough.

I just found Larsen.

And I think I know why he wanted the knife.

Hey, wait. Where are you going?

We're about to snag the artifact.

I'm going home.

Wait, a-Artie. Artie.

You've got this. I trust you!

Look, it's not just your witnesses

that are getting sick now.

It's my partner

and the reporter Courtney Moore.

How is she connected to all of this?

Wish I knew.

Maybe Courtney picked it up

by shoving her microphone
into everybody's face.

She's pretty aggressive.

She only acts tough.

Why do you say that?

'Cause when my attorney stood up to her,

she folded like laundry.

Sawyer stood up to Courtney Moore?

Yeah. She tried that whole ambush

with the microphone routine.

I heard it went badly for her.

- Oh, my God.
- It's already happening.

You're too late.

You can take me away now. You're too late.

We're not here to take you away.

We just want the knife.

He's my son. It wasn't fair.

Now it is.

Cancer.

Leukemia.

I'm sorry.

I couldn't just let him die.

He has a little boy.

So you started researching cures.

Anything. Even a crackpot theory

on an urban myth website
about Typhoid Mary's knife.

That's why you took the
job at the auction house--

to get the knife.

It sounded insane.

A knife that could transfer illness?

But when it gave that fellow
my busted knee, well...

But that means... Now you're sick.

Now it's fair.

My boy's life is just starting out.

He can watch his son grow up, protect him.

Now it's fair.

Are you gonna arrest me
for taking the knife?

No.

We don't go after bad guys.
We go after artifacts.

Dad?

What's going on?

You cannot tell Courtney I showed you this.

She was very specific about
who was allowed to see it.

- Let me guess--no one?
- Ever.

And per her threat,

I would like to keep my reproductive organs.

I promise.

Mr. Sawyer.

Sir, why are you defending a murderer?

I'm not. I'm defending a
man accused of murder.

In this country, there's a difference.

And what about Amy's family?

I suppose you think the first amendment

only protects your client?

Who protects his victims?

Okay, powder-puff, do you realize

the first amendment protects all of us,

mostly you, because it deals
with freedom of speech.

But you don't mean the first amendment.

You mean the fifth amendment, don't you?

Due process. Yes.

There's gotta be something,
something out of place,

or something...old...

Then again,

you have a dog in this fight, don't you?

I don't know what you mean.

Aren't you pitching your own show

for national syndication?

The tough, vigilante...

Who wears a tie clip anymore?

If your first target's found not guilty,

you won't look very marketable,
now, will you?

You're recording all this, right?

He was grilling her hard.

Like she was on trial.

I don't usually feel sorry for her, but--

Everyone affected was questioned by Sawyer.

Courtney, his witnesses during trial prep...

Pete said he went after him too.

While he was wearing that tie clip, I bet.

Look, they'll be bringing
Geoffery out any minute,

and I need to see him alone.

I would not damage my own case.

Of course not.

Mr. Sawyer, look,

I think someone found a way to use you.

How long have you had that tie clip?

What, this? A week maybe.

It was left as a gift. No note.

This might sound silly...

I feel confident when I wear it.

A week. That's right when it started.

When what started?

No, please don't ask me any questions.

I think that's what causes this thing--

may I?

W.W.

Asking questions.

Walter Winchell.

Good call. Look at this old photograph.

Winchell was famous for pulling information

out of people.

Wait, Leena, can you show me his hands?

It's the same as the tie clip.

They're a set.

You think it's a bifurcated artifact?

If the tie clip pulls
memories out of people,

then maybe the cufflinks put them back in.

After all, Winchell didn't leave a trail

of brain-dead interviewees.

I need to find those cufflinks,

and I bet you know where they are.

I did some digging.

There was a young cub reporter

who worked at the New York Daily Mirror

in the 1930s when Winchell
was just starting there.

A guy named Louis Thompson.

Leena, how does that help me?

His granddaughter Sarah Bell

and her son Eric live in Seattle.

Where are they? Where's Eric?

Mrs. Bell checked her son
out about an hour ago.

A miraculous recovery.

It's weird.

He's fine now.

Hey, hey, hey. Uh, are you leaving?

Yeah, I gotta go stop a bad guy.

Okay, uh, I wanna come with you.

No, you--you can't. It's dangerous.

- But you're leaving.
- I'm coming back.

Pete, I will come back. I promise.

- Just go. I don't care.
- But...

Agent Bering.

I'd invite you in,
but clearly you've already--

Where are the cuff links?

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

You've already used them
on your son, haven't you?

I know that he has his memory back.

I can't help those other people.

Of course you can't.

Because you don't want
Geoffery being found innocent.

You don't want the police
looking for the real killer--

your son Eric.

No, you're wrong.

He killed that waitress.

Now, give me those cufflinks.

Get out.

Or I drop the cufflinks.

They're destroyed forever,

and your partner never gets better.

As soon as we're somewhere safe,

I will send them to you,

and you can save everyone.

What if you don't,
or what if the damage is permanent?

You'll have to shoot me.

Think of those innocent people.

Think of what you're doing to them.

Mom?

What people is she talking about?

You said I was the only one.

Eric, get in the car.

I never should've gone along with this.

I made a mistake.
I have to pay for that now.

I am not gonna let them just put you away.

It was an accident!

Please, Ma.

No!

Are you ready?

Whoo!

Whoo! Cool!

You're a sweet kid.

Well, daddy calls me a charmin' varmint.

Okay.

So...

Okay, Pete, I-- can you look at me?

Okay. Now, I want you to look at these...

shiny cufflinks.

Mykes.

Yeah.

Yeah.

The world is such a scary place.

Mr. Sawyer, you never
gave up on your client,

whom we now know is completely innocent.

Where did you find the strength

to keep going?

You gotta have faith in your principles,

even when ignorant people try to stop you.

Sometimes it seems like
it's nothing but anger.

And violence.

And hurt.

It can be terrifying when
you're out there in it.

But if you know where to look for it...

The world also has warmth.

And love.

And forgiveness.

I guess I should get out of this--

Wait, wait, wait, wait.
Just--just let me talk.

There was something bothering you,

even though you didn't know what it was.

We're partners...

Pete.

And I should never have left the warehouse

without talking to you first.

All this time, I thought that
you had something to say to me,

but you don't have to say anything.

I do.

And I think that we both need me to say it.

I'm sorry.

Thanks.

The world has joy in it.

When you find a place

that allows you to experience that joy,

when you find people that make you feel

safe and loved, like you belong...

You don't walk away from it.

You fight for it.

It's easy to forget that, isn't it?

I keep thinking about this kid Eric.

He'd been dating Amy in secret for months.

No one knew, not even his best friend.

But when she broke it off with him,

he was hurt.

He took Geoffery's car
to confront her, and...

And it ended badly.

Very.

And when his mother found out, she--

well, she sent that tie clip

to destroy Geoffery's case.

She thought the memory loss
was temporary, didn't she?

It was still a terrible thing to do.

But...She was protecting her son.

Like you thought you
were protecting all of us

when you left.

No one is blaming you for that,

but the stakes do get high.

Do you feel equipped to handle that again?

I just nailed a one-inch light switch

from 20 feet away.

Yeah, I'm okay.

I just had to...

prove to myself that I could do it.

There's pressure in any job.
I like this one.

And what about your relationship

with Agent Lattimer?

Are you able to move forward?

He's an extraordinary partner.

Please don't tell him I said that.

Good then.

We had to know that you
could handle being back.

We also needed you to know
that you could handle it.

We have no more questions.

Your trial period is over.

Welcome back.

Hey, guys!

- Hi!
- Hey!

- Did you bring the ice cream?
- Wait, ice cream?

I thought we decided on doughnuts.

You guys eat way too much sugar.

Myka used to avoid sugar entirely.

I don't remember that.

I--I can eat as much sugar as I wanna,

and I'll never give it up.