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 really look forward to working with you. - You're lying.
- We need your help. - You were almost killed by an artefact.
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." Ha, ha.
Yeah, you told me that one on the Eastbound flight.
No, I didn't.
All right. Beginning our descent.
- What the hell? - Adam, you all right?
- What's this? - Adam!
How did I get here? What's happening to me?
What is this?
Island Flight 687, entering a nose-down pitch attitude!
- What am I doing here? - Oh!
Approach is no longer stabilised!
Island Flight 687, declaring an emergency.
Island Flight 687, what is your situation?
The world is such a scary place.
The most innocent objects can cause destruction and mayhem.
A person sees enough of that...
...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.
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....
- Well, might as well-- - Here you go, Myka.
Oh, thanks. A chair, right.
Oh, Myka! Thank Goddess.
Leena and I were being outnumbered by Team Sausage Fest.
Oh, that's disgusting.
What? You all eat crap for breakfast.
It's nice to have a healthy eater back in the group.
Can we try just five minutes on, please?
Yes. Ahem.
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 have been just a neurological event...
...but I don't think it was a transitory scheme attack of terrorists....
Artie, are we gonna fly or are we gonna drive?
Because this is, uh-uh, unpleasant.
Can you tell him?
He wants to know if we can go to Seattle by train...
- ...because planes are scary to him now. - Hmm.
You still speak Pete.
Recovered, never cured.
You're gonna take a plane. You'll 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?
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.
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 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 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 would be me.
Me, me, me. Me, me, me. Me, me, me. Me, me, me.
- Uh. this doesn't make any sense. - Oh, it does when you know her better.
No, last week it was all invisible snakes...
...phantom knives, slam, bang, death by Shakespeare.
Today you're sending me on a FedEx run for a cooking implement.
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 artefact...
- ...and then tell me it was too easy. - Ugh. Okay.
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 5 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.
- ...it's just-- - He's slipping away.
All right, kids. This is where it gets interesting. Hemostat.
What's going on?
What do I...?
Where am I? Oh, my God.
Doctor, you need to clamp the bleeding now!
- I don't know what I'm doing. - Pressure's dropping, he's in shock.
Code blue! Call for help! Call for help! Now!
And 300 to you, sir. Looking for four. Four anywhere in the room?
Looking for 400. Four hundred?
- Looking for four. Four I have. - Okay, Mary's knife is next.
This is very Thomas Crown.
Eh, it's not a Monet, it's a kitchen utensil.
You're kind of a poopy-pants, aren't you?
I just thought that this job was gonna have a little more action...
...like what I'm used to at the A.T.F. Guns and bad guys. Guns.
Right. Well, we don't go after bad guys in our job. We go after artefacts.
So you wanna kill a bad guy, maybe find the person who made this ceramic clown.
Oh, ugh!
- Just take it away, please. Take it away. - Next up is item number 62...
...Mary Mallon's knife.
- Ooh, ooh. Here we go. - We'll begin the bidding at $2,000.
Two-thousand, thank you very much. Two thousand I have, looking for 2, 100.
- Thank you, 21. Twenty-two, anyone? - She's going after my knife.
Do you not understand how an auction works?
Looking for 23, 23 to you. Thank you.
Twenty-four in the room? Twenty-four.
My budget isn't unlimited, Nanny McSnootyson. I hate her.
So why didn't we just buy it before it went to auction?
Huh. Because we're stealth, dude. We try not to get noticed.
Aren't you Buddhist? Try being one with the universe for a minute.
I am zen. I am way zen.
I can meditate for two hours, which, by the way, would be more exciting than this.
Twenty-eight hundred. Looking for 29 anywhere in the room.
Twenty-nine hundred may I say?
Twenty-eight hundred once, twice, fair warning.
Sold to bidder number 14 for 2,800 dollars!
Yes!
I mean, bravo. Yes. Hear-hear.
We can go home now, Poopy-Pants.
Ha! You've got a new nickname.
I like Jinksy.
Stolen? What do you mean, stolen?
It must have happened before the auction this morning.
In all my years of holding a gavel, this has never occurred. I'm mortified.
We'll be back.
He's mortified? My first real case, the artefact gets stolen.
First time on my own, no offence.
- 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.
When it happened again, I thought you'd be interested.
It's Dr. Lisa Ward, she's a surgeon here.
Middle of a quad bypass and forgot how to perform the surgery.
The 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, they didn't know each other.
Different jobs, neighbourhoods, everything.
There's has to be a connection.
Well, maybe the artefact is airborne. Or in the water?
Then why just these two? I mean, why aren't more people being affected?
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 artefacts.
Okay.
What? What is it?
No, nothing.
Uh. No. Nothing. I spaced out.
Never mind. I'll see you 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. - So we're gonna need to see time cards...
...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.
A janitor went home early, he was sick this morning.
Owen Larsen.
But he wasn't sick, he quit.
Says here 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, thy name is Larsen.
- I've got the address. - Let's go.
Nothing so far. Not with those particular memory-loss symptoms.
- It 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?
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. - Jalapeno Harry's, same night, April 6th...
...the night a waitress named Amy was murdered there.
- Feel free to applaud my brilliance. - Well, maybe later.
Well, I'm gonna drop in and see what I can see.
I'll talk to the victims, mention the name of the restaurant...
- ...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 you sure?
Absolutely. Anything, anything.
Okay.
Wow. That's....
That'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 want-- - Release the Krakken.
This is Chinatown, Jake, so stay classy, San Diego...
- ...and Pink is my signature colour. - 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'd better not.
- Anyone else 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.
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, Geoffrey 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.
Doctors think the involuntary systems will go next: swallowing, blinking.
He's forgetting how to breathe, Pete.
If he'd left the knife in his apartment...
...we'd be on our way back, mission accomplished.
Don't worry. 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--
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. - You get what? What are you getting?
What's happening here?
Um....
We're out of town, alone...
- ...two reasonably attractive single people. - Oh. Oh--
It's okay. No. It's not like I'm not flattered...
...I am, and I felt it too, that crackling chemistry between us.
I just really need to focus on my career now.
I don't have 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....
No, I know what "gay" means, I--
- I usually don't make a big deal about it. - You didn't. I thought--
- Oh, you know what I thought. - No, it's my bad, it's my fault.
I should have stopped you. I was just waiting for you to take a breath.
No, it's cool, I've actually been waiting for an opportunity...
...to feel this completely mortified with myself, so, huzzah!
Sorry. Maybe we should just--
- Not talk? Good thought. Super. - Not talk. Yeah. Nice, nice.
Oh, my God.
I really am innocent. I know that sounds like a cliché.
You're trying to find out...
- ...who's incapacitating our witnesses? - Yes.
And, Geoffrey, 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 in-- - 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 realise Geoffrey'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.
He knows I left the restaurant.
They're gonna argue Geoffrey drove back to the restaurant to kill that woman.
Tyre 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.
So she can't confirm what time you got there.
They're trying the case in the press.
Victim's mother is 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 his 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 K.T.R.D. 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?
Because we have the killer in custody. Geoffrey Cedolia did it.
Alleged killer. My agency isn't quite done yet.
Oh, ha, ha. It's typical government waste.
- My viewers already know the truth. - How nice for your viewers.
- If you'll excuse us, we should start. - 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. Jeez, I....
But, I mean, I'm not trained like you guys.
I'm not Secret Service or A.T.F. or N.S.A. or M-O-U-S-E. Ugh.
I'm not a real agent.
You're real.
You're also lying.
What--? What? No.
No, 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 want him 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...
...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, because 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 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 that knife is in the messenger bag.
Mr. Larsen!
- Can we talk to you for a minute? - Who are you?
We know all about the knife. Just hand it over.
All right. I knew it wouldn't work. You got me.
- Here! - Aargh!
Hey! Oh, my God. Are you all right?
- Yeah, I'm okay. Just stop him. Stop him. - Okay. All right.
My knee!
Aargh! Ah! Ow.
- Artie? What--? What--? - He's running away!
- What are you doing here? - Oh! My knee.
He tried to-- Chase him!
What are you doing here?
What? Nothing. Nothing. Just, you know, I finished in Manchester early.
I thought I'd swing through Boston for the Red Sox.
And chowder.
- You were spying on me. - No, no.
Claudia! Ow!
Hey, you really need to work on your timing.
Mrs. Bell, we were hoping to talk to your son, Eric, about Geoffrey's case.
We heard you brought him here this morning after he was affected.
Geoffie? Is Geoffie here?
No, honey. He can't come play.
Eric and Geoffrey have been friends since kindergarten.
I wanna play with Geoffie.
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 I...?
Pete?
Pete, what's happening?
Pete?
What?
Oh, man.
You're hot.
- Who are you? - Pete?
You don't....
Hey.
Hi.
Are you comfortable? Do you need anything?
- No, I feel good. - Huh.
You're pretty.
Okay, 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.
Because 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?
Because my dad died.
And he's not coming home.
Right.
I'm so sorry.
Pete, this 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. Heh....
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.
Since you're currently not making sense, I'll ignore you.
My partner, Pete, is regressing like the others.
Now, what are you using to make this happen?
Those people aren't sick.
They dropped out because they know Geoffrey'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?
Where are we?
- Somebody help me! - Courtney, it's okay. It's okay.
We need to figure out where he would go.
Claudia's got a system. It's pretty clever. Algorithms plus cell-tower triangulation.
Also Facebook.
- Do you have any idea--? - Not even the tiniest clue.
What? You're not perfect?
Heh....
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. - Claudia.
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 to see you in action, dum-dum.
It's your first case as a non-apprentice. Heh. You know, I wanted to be here.
- He's telling the truth. - Sometimes that's annoying.
- Funny, you're not the first person to say-- - Go.
So you got to see me screw it up.
You got a curve ball. We all get them. Not your fault.
And look how you're not giving up. That's the girl I know.
Uh-- Woman. Uh-- Girl.
I'm still proud of you.
- I told her that too. - Means more from Artie.
Fair enough.
I just found Larsen.
And I think I know why he wanted the knife.
Where are you going? We're about to snag the artefact.
I'm going home.
What? 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?
- I 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?
When my attorney stood up to her, she folded like laundry.
- Sawyer stood up to Courtney Moore? - Yeah.
She tried that whole ambush-with-a-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 won't take you away. We want the knife.
He's my son. It wasn't fair.
Now it is.
- Cancer. - Leukaemia.
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.
You gonna arrest me, for taking the knife?
No.
We don't go after bad guys. We go after artefacts.
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. - What about Amy's family?
You think the First Amendment only protects your client.
- Who protects his victims? - Okay, Powder Puff.
The First Amendment protects all of us, mostly you.
- It deals with freedom of speech. Yes--
You don't mean the First Amendment.
You mean the Fifth Amendment? You know what due process is, right?
There's gotta be something, something out of place...
- ...or something old. - How am I supposed to get a fair trial?
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 advocate.... - Who wears a tie clip anymore?
If your first target is found not guilty, you won't look very marketable.
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.
Always wearing that tie clip, I bet.
Look, they'll be bringing Geoffrey 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 artefact?
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? - I gotta go stop a bad guy.
- Okay, I wanna come with you. - No, 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 cufflinks? - 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 Geoffrey 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 have 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, Mom.
No!
You ready?
Whoo!
- Cool! - You're a sweet kid.
Well, Daddy calls me a charming varmint.
Okay, so....
Okay, Pete, I--
Can you look at me?
Okay. Now I want you to look at these shiny cufflinks.
Mykes?
Yeah.
The world is such a scary place.
And, 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...
♪ I've got my light within on ♪
...and violence...
♪ To keep out those haunters Those midnight-wandering songs ♪
...and hurt.
It can be terrifying when you're out there in it.
♪ Then I remember your face When you said to me ♪
But if you know where to look for it...
♪ How can you? How can you so easily fold? ♪
...the world also has warmth...
♪ How can you ♪
...and love...
♪ So easily fold? ♪
...and forgiveness.
- I guess I should get out of this. - Wait, wait, wait.
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 Geoffrey's car to confront her and....
And it ended badly.
Very.
And when his mother found out...
...she sent that tie clip to destroy Geoffrey'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.
♪ How can you so easily go? ♪
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.
♪ I can remember the place Where you said to me ♪
Welcome back.
♪ How can you? ♪
♪ How can you so easily go? ♪
Hi, guys.
- Hey! - Hi!
- Welcome. - Did you bring the ice cream?
- Ice cream? We decided on donuts. - You guys eat way too much sugar.
- Myka used to avoid sugar entirely. - I don't remember that.
I can eat as much sugar as I want. I'd never give it up.