Warehouse 13 (2009–2014): Season 4, Episode 14 - The Sky's the Limit - full transcript

Previously on Warehouse 13...

We finally get him back,

and now he's farther away
than ever.

Maybe he'll never be okay.

- Leena's list?
- Yes.

Somebody has to keep
doing it.

Get out of there
before the thief sees you.

How were you gonna
save Claudia

by jumping in front of
a moving car?

No one else is dying
on my watch!

I'm really worried
about him.



When you asked me
to keep an eye on Artie,

you said it was
to help him.

Trust us.

Please live.

I know I'm not her, okay?

I'm not.

Just try not to die.

Okay, you know what?

Go ahead. Wilt.

See if I care.

- Artie?
- Yep.

Did you ever hear
of knocking?

Come in.

Thank you.
You rang?



Two jockeys,
they both fell into comas

right after
winning their races

at Watford Racecourse.

It's right outside
of London.

Both jockeys
were in perfect health,

and they were both riding
extreme long shot horses.

Their bodies,
they were both drained--

completely drained--
of adrenaline.

Well, obviously,
somebody's found a way

to win it big
on the long shots.

Except that no one bet big
on either horse,

so go talk to the owners,
ask questions, solve it.

You're not coming?

- No.
- To England?

It's the home of the scone.

And clotted cream.

Mrs. Frederic
wants to talk to me

about some Regent issue,

and bring me back
a tin of Digestives.

Regent issue? What?

Like what?

All right,
here's the dirt.

I'm not gonna tell you!

So, go, ta-ta, good-bye,
cheerio, so long, be gone.

I don't like it.
Something's up.

Oh, I'm sure
everything's fine.

I know where he is.

And I think I know
how to get to him.

Pete, this bishop novel
that we got sucked into

actually belongs in the...

That's very mature.

You know, we're supposed to be
reshelving inventory.

I am, okay?

King Kamehameha's
Hawaiian lei

transports you
to a tropical paradise,

so I'm bonding with it

to figure out
where to shelve it.

Pete!

Why the hell are you
playing with that?

Jeez, Artie, I'm sorry.

Just trying to get
some R&R.

It's been a rough year.

Yes, that it has.

How about a weekend
in Vegas?

Now you're talking.

- Vegas, baby!
- Wait for it.

While you're there,
maybe you'd do me a favor

and look into something fun

that just happened
on a golf course.

Fore!

Aah! Aah!

Warehouse 13
04x14 - "The Sky's The Limit"
Original Air Date - May 20, 2013

Okay, so apparently
our victim was dead

before he landed.

From what?

Hypoxia, cerebral edema,
and a pulmonary edema.

They're all consistent
with altitude exposure.

So, what?
Did he fall out of a plane?

No. Air Traffic Control said
there were no flights nearby,

and the guy who found him
said he was glowing orange.

- Glowing orange?
- Yeah.

- Was there anything on him?
- No. Just his wallet.

Luke Rose from New Mexico.

Looks like he was staying

at the Maximus Hotel
And Casino.

Nothing artifact-y.

Maybe the artifact
is at the hotel.

We should get to his room
before the maid does.

That jockey
was on top form.

Just had his physical
last week.

Was he taking
any medications?

Any sort of hormone therapy,
maybe?

No. No, no, no, no.

I have my riders
tested for everything.

He was quite clean.

This probably
would have been

the biggest win of his life.

No doubt.

Trudie Stein
was 20 to 1.

Gonna be her last race.

That is quite the win.

Oh, every win's nice.

Purse size stays the same,
no matter the odds.

Sure, but I bet she's worth
a few more farthings now,

say, if you
wanted to sell her?

Are you making
an implication?

Are you dodging
a question?

I grew up in this sport,
young lady.

I would never steal a race
nor injure a jockey.

Right-o.
Good enough for me.

There she is.
Trudie Stein.

Whoa!

Did you not know
there were horses here?

I'm sorry, I'm, uh--

I'm more comfortable with
animals that fit in my house.

Take her out, Ricky.
She needs a run.

Look around all you want.
I have nothing to hide.

He wasn't lying.

Yeah.

Let's call Artie,

see if he's got anything
on what this might be.

Well, I'm sure
that he would call us if he had.

Yeah, but he's been
so scattered lately.

- Can't hurt to check.
- Why do you want to bother?

Oh, come on.

Mrs. Frederic stops by
with a "Regent issue,"

and you're not just
a little curious?

No. No, I'm not.

You know something,
don't you?

I know that we need to talk

to the owner
of the second horse.

Now, we should check the papers
on these horses

and see if they were ever owned
by the same person.

I mean, if there's
any way to do that.

If? Seriously,
who are you talking to?

And I know what you did there,
by the way.

Very tricksy of you.

New nickname.

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

♪

So, this would be
Luke's room.

Oh, my God.

I hope that's a snickers.

Well, we gotta
wake 'em up.

Look, we are very sorry
about your friend,

but we need
to know everything

that you can remember
about last night.

Yeah,
anywhere you went,

anything weird
you might have touched.

Did we go out last night?

Dude, we went to this place
where this--

- Uh, I mean, they were...
- Strippers?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

After the tequila fountain
at the pool,

it's all kind of fuzzy.

I remember that feeling.

I was fuzzy
for about 12 years.

Okay, boys, can you empty
your pockets, please?

All righty, all righty.

There you go, Myks.

Why don't you, uh, take
the Sanagustin Steak House?

I'll take the,
uh, Luxy Lounge

and then whatever
this other place is.

- This other place?
- Yeah.

Uh, what is it?
I don't even know.

"Girls Girls Girls"?
This place?

Fine, okay.

I'll take the Luxy Lounge,

and we'll do
Girls Girls Girls together.

It'll be a lot of fun.

Thanks, dudes.

Oh, yeah.
I remember them.

Totally out of control,
especially that one.

Annoyed everybody
in my section and no tip.

Did you notice anything
unusual about them?

Only that they
remained conscious.

They were downing
Irish car bombs like water.

I don't know
how they stood upright.

And lousy tippers.

So, nothing, you know,
freaky or weird then?

No, we often get
young men like that.

Too much time
at the tequila fountain.

I tried to keep them
in the hotel,

but he was dead set
on going to a strip club.

- Was this one with them?
- You bet.

He was the big tipper.

He kept talking about
how he floated.

"I was floatin'
like a bird."

Hmm.
I figured he was high.

Did you ever actually
see him float?

Mmm, trust me.

Nothing about that kid
was going up,

if you know what I mean.

He was hammered.

Oh, sorry. I'm up.

That guy's talking
about floating

and then he dies
in the clouds.

The first time
he mentioned it was here,

so maybe it's something
at the club.

All right, well,
I suppose if I have to,

I could stick around here
for a couple days.

You know,
get to know the girls,

see if an artifact
pops up.

Or we could do
an artifact search together

in about 20 minutes.

- Either way.
- Yeah.

I wish I had known
earlier.

I would have brought
more money.

Oh, my God.
Judi, look.

$100.

Is that--? What?

Hey. What's that?

Okay,
so, 48 years old,

single,
a compulsive gambler

who just hit it big
at the blackjack table.

And probably not last seen
floating around a strip club.

Her fingertips
had frostbite,

her lips were blue,

and witnesses saw her
glowing orange.

Just like Luke.

But how does a teacher
from the midwest

cross paths
with our bachelor crew?

Maybe at the Maximus Hotel
And Casino?

Now, I'm gonna take the--
what is this?

This is a complete--aah.

Hello, Arthur.

- This is Abigail Chow.
- Hi.

Yeah. I'm just
reorganizing here.

What, are we having
an open house?

Ms. Chow is the new owner
of the Bed & Breakfast.

New owner?

How did--was--was she--?

She has been briefed
by the Regents,

and there has been
a request made

that you show her around.

Around?

Around the Warehouse?

Well, just enough
to get her feet wet.

No need to frighten her off.

I don't frighten easily.

- Arthur, is it?
- Artie.

So nice to meet you.

Mrs. Frederic has told me
so much about--

Yeah.

You'll grow to hate that.

So, she was
a big blackjack player?

Yes, yes,
the schoolteacher.

She was only supposed
to stay here for two nights,

but I kept her here
for five.

What do you mean
you "kept her"?

Well, that's what I do.

I keep high rollers
in the hotel.

The longer they stay,
the more they spend.

And how do you do that?

Room upgrades, lounge passes,
Val Preston tickets,

- meal vouchers--
- Val who tickets?

Val Preston,
the hottest act on the strip.

So, Val Preston's a magician.

You're kidding.

The top magician in Vegas.

Devil's Chamber, Sands Of
The Nile, Asrah levitation.

Levitation.

Is there any chance
you also gave tickets

to those boys from
the stag party last night?

- Of course.
- Is Preston on tonight?

I imagine he just turned
a volunteer

into a flock of doves.

- A paranormal precedent...
- Right this way.

Step right up there.
Best seats in the house.

Best seats in the house.
Enjoy.

And slide it underneath.

And upon my command,

you will be able to lift her
into the air.

Rise!

Houston, we have liftoff.

Sensibility
breaks through,

followed by horizon
on the outside.

- Morning dew is third...
- Come on!

Followed by sunrise.

So, Sir Henry Baker
from Swindon owns Trudie Stein

and still owns
horse number two.

He also owns this shmancy club

and is the biggest
racehorse broker in London.

You didn't even have
to call Artie.

Reminding me,
what do you know

about this whole
Regent issue?

Oh, God, dog with a bone.
Nothing.

When has it ever
worked out well for you

to keep a secret from me?

I'm not gonna like this,
am I?

I was approached
by Adwin Kosan to keep

- an eye on Artie, and--
- What?

What, they don't
trust him after--

And I told them the truth,

that he'd been
acting erratic.

You ratted on him?

- I'm worried about him.
- Well, so am I.

I didn't go squealing
to Warehouse brass about it.

Look, one thing
I learned at the ATF,

if an agent
is not in control,

he doesn't belong
in the field.

Artie is in control,
he just--

Jumped in front
of a moving car

with you in the trunk.

You both
could've been killed.

Claude, I won't apologize
for doing what is right

and what I was asked
to do by my boss.

We are so not done
talking about this.

And where do you think
you're going?

- The Stallion Club.
- No, no.

Not dressed like that
you're not.

I would suggest you contact
your fairy godmother

and have her turn you
into a princess.

The closest thing I have
to a fairy godmother,

besides you,
is my boss's credit card.

Beg pardon, Sir Henry Baker?

That's right, love.

We're with
the Royal Racing Commission.

- We just have a few qu--
- Rubbish.

I know everyone
on the commission,

and none of them
would be seen dead

wearing that hat.

Okay.

We're government agents

investigating your involvement
with the two horses

whose jockeys fell
into a coma this week.

Attempted murder-type thing.

Now I'm gonna need to see
the records for every horse

you've bought or sold
in the last year.

I keep extensive records

on all the horses
at this track,

but pushy Americans waving
badges are not going to--

The jockey riding
Silver Princess

seems to have fallen
from the horse.

He seems to be unconscious.

It's happening again.

Emergency personnel
are rushing to the track.

Well, there you have it.

Silver Princess--

I've neither owned nor bid on
that horse in my life.

Sir Henry, ah.

I'm terribly ashamed.

Could you possibly
forgive me?

You're obviously beyond
reproach.

Of course I am.

If you'd let me take
just a peek at your research,

I'd be happy to return it
to you at my hotel.

Room 416
at the Cathcart Towers.

Well, I don't think
I'll miss it

for a few hours.

Shall we say 10:00 tonight?

Make it 9:45.

Hmm.

I wouldn't want to be

whoever's in room 416
at the Cathcart Towers Hotel.

Neither would I.

Thanks, Jeeves.

So Mrs. Frederic tells me
that you've been working here

for quite a while now.

- How long has it been?
- Around 400 years.

Really?
Well, you look good.

You must have built up
quite a pension by now.

Yeah,
artifacts are shelved

according to
specific properties

that they've got.

Is this Julia Child's apron?

It's not to be touched!

They're never to be touched
without proper protection.

It's not a curio shop,
Ms. Chow.

- The original Ginsu knife?
- Yeah.

Is that an artifact because it
can cut through aluminum cans?

These are very dangerous--

What did the Regents
tell you exactly?

Are we allowed to check things
out, like a library?

No, don't!
No, no.

Ah, God.
I'm sorry.

Look, it's just
that this place--

People can get hurt!
Okay?

And it takes a while
for people to really grasp

just how dangerous
these things can be,

- so I'm sorry.
- I apologize.

It must be a terrible burden

to be responsible
for all of these things.

Well, it can be.
Yes.

So, how do you
deal with it?

Apparently, by slapping
perfect strangers.

It's been a very tough year.

Oh, we all have them.

Well, in my case,
it's all my fault, so--

Look, if you ever want--

- Never mind.
- What?

It's just if you ever want
to talk about it.

Oh, well,
it's a rather long story

with a very bad ending.

Well, I like long stories.

I don't know.

What exactly did you do
before you bought the B&B?

A lot of things.
Why do you ask?

Oh, anything in the field
of psychotherapy?

Yes.

You have got
to be kidding me!

And Mrs. Frederic tells me
that you are an innkeeper.

What a great joke that is!
Do you know how humiliating it is...

- The Regents just simply felt--
- Oh, the Regents!

The Regents are a part of this!

Brilliant! Of course
they're a part of this.

Otherwise, they wouldn't come up
with such a stupid plan.

You all have nothing better
to do than sit around

and discuss my mental health?

You know what you can do?

You can run back to them
and tell them you failed.

Maybe they can come up
with somebody to help you

work through your disappointment.

See if you can psychoanalyze
your way out of the stacks.

Whoo!

Great show! Great show!
Terrific.

Why are there
48 empty seats out there

when the hotel
is passing out free tickets

like they're Halloween candy?

Val, listen,
listen, listen.

What good is a promoter

- who can't get me a full house?
- Val, Val, listen.

The president--well, maybe not
the president, but--

Shut up while
I'm firing you!

I'm thinking Mr. Presto
might not be so cooperative.

Pete, look at this.

So the levitation trick was
just a harness.

The desert around Las Vegas
is littered

with the bodies
of nosey people.

Oh, yeah?
We're not nosey.

We're Secret Service.

Secret Service?

I know why you're here.

Do you want to see
something truly magical?

Truly, truly magical.
Come on.

Follow me.

Here's the trick.

I'm making you disappear.

And you can shove that badge

where your search warrant
ought to be.

Mr. Preston,
we just have some questions

- about your levitation--
- No, no, no!

You want to know my secrets?

Get an executive order.
Now get--whoa!

- Whoa! Oh, God!
- Oh!

Oh, my God!

Aah!

Metro police
is starting a search.

I told them a jet pack
he was using

for a new trick
malfunctioned.

I don't think
that the artifact's here.

Hey, hey.

Why was Val so ticked off?

I've been telling him,

you play the same venue
for a decade, attendance drops.

He needs new material.

They said he was
the hottest act on the strip.

Val's a great performer.

He's a showman,
but as for the magic,

I guess there's no magicians
left to steal from.

Wait, so Val Preston
steals his tricks?

I found him
in the Luxy Lounge

right here at the Maximus.

He was taping
Monty The Magnificent

- on his cell phone.
- Okay, wait.

I saw the poster of Monty
in the lobby.

That guy's, like, 110.

And that's an old picture.

But Val's panicked.

He's got a big outdoor
promotional stunt planned,

but he's got nothing new.

The word is, Monty
actually has something new.

Pete, word is right.
Check this out.

And remember that Val
was the one filming it.

Monty The Magnificent
has developed

the ability
to levitate anyone.

Uh-huh.

So, do I have any volunteers?

Come on.

Ooh.

You, sir.
With the camera.

That's all right.
That's all right.

Me on. Film away.

Real magic
has nothing to hide.

So Monty uses an artifact
to levitate a volunteer,

and then sometime later,

the volunteer shoots up
into the sky.

We have to get to Monty
before his next show.

Abigail.

That is annoying.

It's rather unorthodox

to administer counsel
without the patient.

You throw a man
like Artie Nielson at me

without so much as a warning?

What would you
have had me say?

That he's exactly the kind
of arrogant, closed off,

know-it-all that drove me away
from this work.

And I would argue that Arthur
is exactly the kind of man

- that should make you stay.
- Now who's analyzing?

Look, if you really
want to help,

you'll tell me
which of these artifacts

will help Artie
numb his pain.

Dr. Chow,
we do not use artifacts

to solve our problems.

We prevent the use of them.

Yes, I know.

But if you want me
to play in your sandbox,

I need to have access
to your toys.

Hello. Monty Dilman?

No, I'm his cardiologist.

- Oh.
- Is he all right?

He needs to stop performing.
Are you family?

No, we're...

- Fans.
- Fans.

Great.

Well, try not
to get him excited.

He's fragile.

Yes, yes.
Come in.

So, what hotel
are you kids from?

We're actually
with the Secret Service.

We're just here to ask you
a few questions.

Did you recently levitate
a Val Preston?

Whoo, hoo, hoo.
I knew it.

After all these years,
I finally found it.

I'd only been doing it
a few days,

and that bozo Preston
came trying to steal it.

Oh, I saw him skulking
around the audience

with his little camera.

He was hoping to use my trick

in his big bamboozala festival
tonight.

Well, it doesn't look like

he'll be bamboozaling tonight
after all.

Monty,
if you knew Mr. Preston

was trying
to steal your trick,

then why use him
as a volunteer?

Because he'll go nuts
trying to figure it out.

And you know why?

It's not a trick.

It's real magic.

Well, look, that's
kind of why we're here, Monty.

We need you to hand over
whatever it is

you're using to levitate
these people.

You don't hand over magic.
You earn it.

Look, I was almost dead
in this town.

Maximus gave me a month
to clear my stuff out.

But not now.

Because you found
this thing.

Vegas has always known
a "wow" factor

when it saw one, and boy,
have I got a "wow" factor.

Look, Monty.

We're not trying to mess
with your "wow," okay?

But whatever gadget or gizmo
you're using

to perform this trick,

it--it might be dangerous.

You're such a noodge.

You know what I'm talking about,
don't you, gorgeous?

Come over here.

This is a trick.

What I'm doing
is real magic.

So, you're levitating people
with just your mind.

And... energy
from the audience.

It's what I've--
it's what I've lived for.

This is the moment.

Look, you see,
the thing is, Monty,

there might be some
unfortunate side effects

on the people
you're levitating.

Is there any way that
you could maybe show us

how the--
how the trick works?

Well, that would be
my great pleasure.

I'd be delighted.

But I need an audience,
you know.

I need the energy.

Come to the matinee
as my guests.

I'll waive
the two-drink minimum,

but not the cover.

Right.

Silver Princess
was already stripped bare

but the time I got to her.

Checked her equipment.
Nothing.

Yeah, nothing
in Sir Henry's research either.

Horses had different breeders,

different trainers,
different everything.

Well, what about
race day routines?

Nothing that--

Wait, all three horses
saw the track vet

with an injury
the day before they raced.

So why'd
the jockeys get hit?

Something the vet used on them?
Stitches, bandages,

something the jockeys
touched?

And then it somehow drains
the adrenaline from the jockey--

And pumps it into the horse
to make it win.

A boost of adrenaline.

Let's go have a wee chat
with Dr. Doolittle.

What?

I'm not laughing at you,

I'm laughing with the horse.

See?

Mm-hmm.

I think... you have it.

The Jack of diamonds, right?

What are you,
some kind of a kleptomaniac?

Come on.

Let's hear it for this guy!

Get off the stage, you bum.

So, when he gets
to the levitation bit,

we pull the plug?

No, we gotta get eyes
on the artifact first,

and then stop him
before he can use it.

My next trick
is quickly becoming the envy

of every magician
in Las Vegas,

I daresay, the world.

I have been performing
this amazing feat on volunteers.

However, questions have arisen
as to its very safety.

And so, tonight in order
to prove that

it is in no way harmful,

I shall endeavor
to levitate myself.

No!

I mean--

Monty, I don't think
that's a very--

Rose, my lovely Rose.

The government has sent us
two of its finest agents

to investigate my magic,
and I must prove to them

that it is safe.

I would ask you now

to please put your hands
over your heats,

and when I say,
"Rise up,"

you will lift me off the stage
with the combined power

of your minds and my magic.

Uh....
Sorry, guys.

Monty, we--
we can't let you do this.

Stand back,
government man.

Rise! Rise up!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Pete!

I can't control it.

Monty, where are you going?
Come back.

- Hey, get me down.
- Pete?

Pete!
This isn't funny.

This is the awesomest
artifact whammy ever.

How awesome will it be when
you asphyxiate in the clouds?

- A lot less awesome?
- Yes.

Are you all right?

- I'm a little gassy.
- Where is Monty?

He ran off.
I think he was scared.

What? Scared?
Why?

We're not going to hurt him.

I don't think that
he meant to levitate you,

and if he thought that
he couldn't control his trick--

well, it might
have scared him.

Does he have
a dressing room here?

No, he probably
just went home.

Nobody's here, Myks.

Monty's room is clean except
for a bunch of heart medication.

The guy's hanging on
by a thread.

You know, his assistant,
Rose, never told us

- that she lived here.
- Ooh, nice.

No wonder he's got
a heart condition.

Man, I hope I have a hot, young
girlfriend when I'm his age.

Well, it's good that
you have a five-year plan.

No, Pete, I think that
she's his--his granddaughter.

Now it's a turnoff.

Check this out.

Saint Joseph of Cupertino.

Cupertino, California,
has a saint?

No.

It's a 17th century friar.

He was said to be able
to levitate.

Oh. Okay.

So hot, young granddaughter

finds magic Cupertino
floaty thing

and gives it
to loveable, sick grandpa.

It'd be a great present
for someone

who's always dreamt
of finding real magic.

Yeah, but Myks,
he was so sure

that he did himself.

Wouldn't it be a better gift
not to tell him?

And let him believe
it is real magic?

Right.

And she knew Monty
wouldn't come here.

Needed us out of the way,
but why?

So she could run?
I mean, that doesn't feel right.

No, no, she's doing this
for Monty.

Pete, what if Rose
wanted to give her grandfather

a last hurrah.

Something so that this town
will always remember

Monty The Magnificent.

Like maybe an outdoor
promotional event.

Myks, we told Monty that Val
couldn't make it tonight.

Let's go.

Knew I'd find you here.

The government fella?
Is he all right?

He's with the government.

It's their job to pretend
that things

that they don't understand
are dangerous.

Sweetheart,
I think I'm done.

Gramps, don't say that.

Mm-mm.
Listen.

Adorable Rose,

when your eyes go,
you stop painting.

When your knees go,
you stop dancing.

And when you can't do
what you do best,

you walk away with dignity.

That's ridiculous.

Look, maybe you can't
levitate yourself.

Maybe, you know, you were
thinking about that man,

and that's why he went up.

We used to fill this place,
your grandma and I.

Standing room only.

Well, then let's
prove to the world

that you're
the greatest there is,

and then
walk away with dignity.

I'm not gonna put
anyone else in danger.

No, there's no danger.

Use me.
I trust you.

You know, I hear
Val Preston's disappeared.

Might not even show up
for his Val-apalooza.

Yeah, that's what
they said too.

So we'll steal his audience.

Levitate me outside.

We'll knock their socks off.

"Steal his audience"?

Now you're talking.

I have no idea why those
particular horses are winning.

I know that you're
telling the truth,

but what about
their injuries?

Were there any similarities
between them?

No, the first one
had a leg strain,

the second one had lacerations
on her abdomen,

and the third one
had minor burns

on the back of his neck.

What, burns?

Some jockeys use
a small, handheld device

called the box that delivers
an electrical charge.

It makes the horses
run harder.

Is that even legal?

Of course not.
It's barbaric.

If I ever caught
a jockey using one,

- I'd apply it to his testicles.
- Word.

Were the other injuries
caused by abuse?

Probably.

The leg strain can come
from running an animal

harder than necessary

and the lacerations
from an illegally long whip,

but all very difficult
to prove.

What if somebody saw this,
knew they couldn't prove it,

wanted to do something
about it.

And punish
the abusive jockey.

How did these injuries
come to your attention?

Well, my assistant
takes all of the bookings.

Can I have a look?

Right.

Interesting.

All three injuries were reported
by the same stable boy,

a Ricky Jackson.

Has Ricky reported any other
abused horses recently?

Devil's share.

Just in last night
with a bruised deltoid.

Obviously, his jockey
cropped him far too hard.

Devil's share's
in the next race.

You find this Ricky kid.

I'm gonna stop
that horse from running.

Yes!
Cupertino's medal.

It hasn't been seen
in centuries.

Rumored to give the bearer
the power

to levitate
whoever they choose.

Well, rumor confirmed.

But why are people
shooting up into the sky?

Well, that's inconclusive,

and Cupertino was not in control
of his ability to levitate.

In fact, the church banned him
from public ceremonies.

They were afraid that he
would incite chaos.

Well, maybe that's
the downside.

The victims of levitation
later lose control.

Yeah, something's gotta
trigger these victims

going up a second time.

Yeah, well, let's look into
that ASAP, shall we?

Yeah, if we don't bag
this artifact soon,

Pete here is hopping
the stairway to heaven.

It's "buying."

"Buying the stairway
to heaven."

Well, I'm not
a Rolling Stones expert.

Oh, no.

In any case,
make sure that--

Go ahead.
I'll wait.

Artie, who's there?

No one.

Just make sure
you keep a roof

over Pete's head
until you bag the artifact.

Pancho Villa's boots.

You're here to check them out
like this is a library?

You're hilarious.

Mr. Villa committed
unconscionable acts

in these boots, and yet
he was never bothered by them.

It imbued him with--

The power to numb
any grief or guilt

caused by one's own actions.

I am not the one
that is new here.

I know about this, Artie.

A man who insists on fighting
his battle alone,

who shuts everyone out until
his grief consumes him

and there's nothing left

but fury and sadness
and self-loathing.

I'm glad I'm so easy
to categorize.

Why don't you just
save everyone the torment

of watching you self-destruct
and put on the boots?

So the Regents briefed you
on exactly what happened.

That does not mean
you know me.

I don't know you.
Only your struggle.

I know this because
I have seen it.

I've lived it.

And I promised myself
I would never put myself

in the position to live
through it again.

And yet, here I am,
trying to save the life

of yet another man who--

No, no, no, no, no.
No need to save me.

- I'm fine.
- Yes, yes, yes.

That's exactly what he said,
and then I lost him.

A patient.

Grief, Agent Nielson,

real, gut-wrenching grief

is not something you
can power through or ignore.

There's no detours,
no shortcuts.

You look it in the eye
and you do battle,

and you keep doing battle
until you are finished with it,

and it is finished
with you.

And if you're not willing
to accept that,

then it will eat you alive.

And yes, he was a patient.

Excuse me.
Pardon me.

Hello?

Hello.

Seems that Val's
not gonna make it.

But I am.

I am Monty The Magnificent!

And assisted
by my lovely Rose,

I will dazzle you
with something never before seen

on a scale this size.

Real magic.

No wires,
no hidden platforms.

Real magic
has nothing to hide.

Tonight, I will levitate
this beautiful young lady

across the entire Plaza.

- That's right, folks.
- Pete!

What?

We still don't know
what triggers people

shooting into
the stratosphere.

You can't be out here
in the open air.

Aww, come on, coach.

It's the fourth quarter--
don't bench me.

Pete, I left cookies
in the glove compartment.

Ooh.

To do this,
I need all of you to put

your hand over your hearts.

Liar!

You too, sonny.

Focus on Rose.

And on my command,

you and I will lift her up
into the air together.

Pete, Rose has it.

Now rise up.

It's on a chain
around her neck.

All right, all right,
that's good to know.

Now what's the--

Oh, no.

Oh!

Myks!

I think I found out
what the trigger is.

Pete, what are you doing?

Ah, this is probably
a bad idea.

You think?

Tonight's forecast:

Cloudy with
a 40% chance of Pete!

Aah!

Oh, my God!
Let go of my arm.

How'd you get up here?

Look, I know
it's for Monty, okay?

But every time you do this,

someone shoots up
into the sky and dies.

What?
No, that's--that's impossible.

Unless you take us down
and hand that thing over,

I'm next.

Oh, my gosh,
this is gonna crush Monty.

Only if I fall on him.

Look, we won't tell him, okay?
I promise.

Just take us down.

Excuse me.
Thank you.

Myka, wait.

He said
you wouldn't tell him.

Please,
Monty has to believe.

Believe?

In what?

Oh, so what
I thought was real magic

was in fact
just some cheap trick?

And you two came here
to confiscate it?

No, no, Monty.
It--it's real.

It's--it's--

- Myks?
- I--

Like they say,

there's no fool
like an old fool.

Gramps.

Ricky Jackson?

I know why you are doing this,
but it has to stop.

They're getting
what they deserve.

Yeah, maybe they are,

but you're not
judge and jury.

Now we're pulling
devil's share.

And this is stopping, Ricky.

Have you seen what the jockeys
do to these innocent animals?

It's awful.
They should be punished.

Yeah,
what if one of them dies?

Do they deserve to die?

Are you a murderer, Ricky?

Come on.
Just tell me what you're using.

It's an old piece
of an Indian blanket.

It was Sitting Bull's.

It should be underneath
the saddle.

Ladies and gentlemen,

our next race
will be the 68th running...

Oy.
Yeah, you.

You gotta get off that horse.

Are you mad?
Get off the track.

I'm from
the racing commission,

and I said dismount.

And I said piss off.

What the bloody hell
are you doing?

I'm trying to save
your ungrateful ass.

Claudia?
Where'd you go?

- Whoa, whoa!
- Oh, oh, oh!

Oh, my God!

Feel that? See?

That's a really bad feeling.

Listen.

You ever mistreat
a horse again,

I'll send you
to the glue factory.

Tell your friends.

Are you all right?

Uh, yeah, yeah.
I'm fine.

Thank you.

Thank goodness.

I mean, you gave us
quite a start.

It's right in here, Monty.

Robert Houdin--

they called him the father
of modern magic.

It was the 1840s,
and no.

I did not know him personally.

Harry Blackstone, Sr's
light bulb.

Another cheap trick.

There's no tricks here,
Monty.

The world is full of magic.

Real magic.

Most people
just aren't ready for it.

You're one of the few people

who have seen this place.

We figured that
you could keep a secret.

You know, I could
put together a whole new act.

No, that's not what--

Oh, oh--

just kidding.

Huh, this guy.

Well, you want to see
some more stuff?

- Yes.
- Okay.

Yeah, I know.

The kid was just trying
to protect the animals he loves.

Yeah, people do
all kinds of things

when they want
to protect somebody.

Are you reaching wildly
for a metaphor

over tattling on Artie?

Who? Me?

Look, I get it.

You're worried about
the animal we all love.

But still,
you should have told me.

What the hell was that?

Karma?

What am I doing here?

I killed someone I loved.

I don't know
what to do about it.

Let's talk.