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NARRATOR: Previously on Warehouse 13:
Apparently, Martino and your partner...
...were having an affair and he was married.
I read the press release, what went down in Denver.
- Lives were saved. - Lives were lost.
MAN: Hey, bunny.
- You're dead, Sam. I was late. - No, bunny. I was early.
Myka, the only person responsible for Sam's death...
...is the piece of garbage that pulled the trigger that day.
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MYKA: Security, eleven o'clock.
[TRAIN HORN HONKS]
PETE: Copy that, Chloe.
[WHISTLING]
MYKA: And clear. Okay, listen, be ready...
...he's gonna loop around again in 12 minutes.
PETE: I'll only need four.
Well, Artie was right.
The plaque was just covering up a hole with a bunch of junk in it.
Civic buildings honoured their workers by burying their tools.
I bet they'd have preferred a proper wage...
...for tunnelling through the Rockies with a pick axe.
Do you see the spike?
PETE: There's a bunch of them in here.
Pete, wait.
- What? - No glove, no love, man.
What would I do without my super-cautious partner?
[CHUCKLES]
[♪♪♪]
It can't be.
Oh, my God.
Sam?
Sam, wait!
Sam.
Are you gonna be okay? I have to check something.
I'm good, go.
[♪♪♪]
MAN: Oh, sorry.
Aah! Ah.
[♪♪♪]
Myka, one of the spikes cut my glove.
I almost got him.
I....
Myka, something's happening.
Myka, help me.
- Oh, my God! My God! MYKA: Pete!
[GASPING]
MYKA: Pete, what's happening? Talk to me!
[GASPING]
[PETE COUGHING]
Are you okay?
God, it was like having breakfast with my Aunt June and Uncle Pall Mall.
PETE: Are you okay? - I almost had him, Pete.
What? Had who?
Leo.
PETE: Who's Leo? - The guy who shot my partner.
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It's the guy who killed Sam.
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[HORSE NEIGHS]
I just can't get over a handsome boy like you not married.
He's very picky.
MRS. HODGSON: The collection's over here.
STEVE: So, what made your great-uncle collect doorknobs?
OCD. Back then we didn't have Prozac...
...so we just called it a hobby and looked the other way.
Well, one of these doorknobs might be worth something now.
Fingers crossed.
Now, I checked my TV Times...
...I couldn't find anything called the Artefact Roadshow.
Mrs. Hodgson, can I bother you for a glass of something cold?
Where's my head today?
I made iced tea and left it downstairs.
I'll go get it.
I'll get my niece's e-mail address. She's single too.
Ha-ha-ha. Okay.
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What do you bet Great-Uncle Doorknob never got married either?
- Yeah. - One of these things is not like the other.
I don't suppose it'll just say Triangle Shirtwaist Factory on it.
Yeah, 146 women die in a sweatshop fire. That's a hell of a way to create an artefact.
CLAUDIA: They were locked in so they couldn't leave work early.
As they tried to escape, the doorknob absorbed their pain and suffering.
Did Artie give you an actual physical description?
- Door. Knob. - Right.
I guess we just, uh, dump all these out.
Drop them each in a bag and see what's going to--
Aah! Unh!
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Is everything okay?
[WATER SIZZLING]
Much better now. Thank you.
- Is that peach? - Thank you.
But I was wearing purple gloves.
Yeah, artefact snagging is not an exact science...
...so can I drive the Prius back please, please? Thanks.
Buy one of your own.
As soon as I can get Artie to quit paying me in bright orange $500 bills, okay?
[DOG PANTING]
STEVE: Hey, cutes. - Aw.
- What a sweetheart. - Where'd you come from?
CLAUDIA: Mm. She doesn't have a dog.
- Aah. Unh. - Steve?
[♪♪♪]
Aah.
[DOG BARKING]
Three years ago, Leo Bock stole plates from the Denver Mint.
Later, as we were setting a trap, he gunned down Sam.
But I know that I saw him today.
MAN: Here you go.
I've cued it up to 9 a.m.
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MYKA: Come on, Leo, show your face.
We should check credit card purchases for trains arriving around 9.
No, no. Leo's a master counterfeiter.
He tosses off identities the way that a cook breaks eggs.
There. That's him.
- What camera is that? MAN: The northeast exit.
MYKA: Pete, let's go.
So he left 20 minutes ago.
He took a taxi, or-- No, a bus.
Where does that leave us?
Look, Myka, he came to Denver for a reason. We'll track him down.
I chased Leo harder than I've ever chased anyone, okay?
I studied him. I knew everything about him.
He drinks gin and tonics with two limes. He bats lefty.
He has no gall bladder and he has a dairy allergy.
None of it paid off. And now he's gone again.
I think we should contact Denver Secret Service.
My old team?
Yeah, well, it's their case, right?
I haven't been in touch with them since I transferred to D.C.
Then Mrs. Frederic asked me to join the Warehouse--
Right. Where you've been saving the world over and over and over again.
But I couldn't save Sam and I couldn't catch Leo.
And if I were my team...
...I'd have a hard time forgiving me.
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[BARKS]
[♪♪♪]
Hey!
Claud, hey, wake up.
Jinsky. Oh, God. What the hell happened?
This time we got snagged and tagged.
And de-bagged.
The doorknob is gone. Somebody followed us.
- Hey, wait a minute, I saw a car. - What kind?
It was a silver-y, blue-y.... Ugh, that's all I got.
Looks like they drove close. These tracks are fresh.
I'll call Artie.
[DOG BARKING]
- Shush, you. - Uh, you called me.
Somebody knocked us out, grabbed the doorknob and zoomed off.
Code red or blue, whatever the worst colour would be.
All right, take a deep breath. Were there any witnesses?
Not in the middle of Nowhere, Wisconsin.
[DOG BARKING]
STEVE: Hey, hey, hey. Easy, fella.
Was the dog there when you were attacked?
Oh, you think the dog did it?
Don't be absurd. But what do dogs do when a car zooms off?
They chase them?
Yes. And what do cars have on their back bumpers?
Licence plates. So the dog saw the plate...
...and can tell us-- And that's where this falls apart.
Just came back and bring me the dog.
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- Oh, and I'm being absurd. - I....
[PEOPLE CHATTERING]
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Here, let me.
So you're going in early today.
I think it's best if we don't show up together.
- Why? You think people know? - Do--? Heh.
We work with agents trained to detect minute behavioral cues.
So do I think our co-workers notice that every time I look at you...
...I want you in every way imaginable? Yeah, I think they know. Sorry.
Don't apologise.
I like that look.
There it is now.
- Oh, you're killing me. - Good.
I have to go to work.
So do you.
All work and no play.
Stay focused, slim. Eyes and ears open.
[CHUCKLES]
He was really young, huh?
MYKA: Last guy you thought would fall.
He was an impeccable agent. His backup plans had backup plans.
You know, Pete, before we go in there...
- ...I've got to tell you something. - I think I already know.
That FBI agent, Bonnie Belski, told me...
...that Sam was married when you guys were together.
Well, obviously Belski didn't know the whole story.
Sam had been separated from his wife for a year before we even--
- Myka Bering. - Zach.
Couldn't believe you were coming in.
- How are you? - Good, good.
It's nice to see you.
How's South Dakota Secret Service treating you?
What the hell is there to do in South Dakota?
Well, hey, now, you'd be surprised.
Guarding those Mouth Rushmore presidents...
...a lot more challenging than you'd think.
- This is my partner, Pete Lattimer. - Hey.
This is Zach. He's an investigator here in Denver.
Actually, I'm director of investigations now.
MYKA: Really?
- That was gonna be, um.... - Sam's job. I know.
I try to live up to his standards.
Well, come on back.
PETE: Congratulations. - Thank you.
Thank you so much. I appreciate it.
ZACH: So Leo came by train.
MYKA: And changed his appearance.
He shaved his facial hair and shot filler into his chin...
...but if you look at these eight focal points...
...there's a 97 percent match to Leo Bock.
Okay, so I guess the real question here is why is Leo back in Denver?
Some murderers get off on returning to the scene.
Well, it doesn't fit Leo's profile. He's white collar all the way.
His only violent crime was killing Sam.
No, and this is the first time I've seen him not wearing a suit.
Well, he could be going back to the mint, right?
Three years later, maybe he needs a new set of plates?
Well, you just can't walk into the mint.
Wait. Yes, you can. Yes, you can.
Look at what Leo's wearing. The Mile-High City T-shirt...
...the Rocky Mountain cap, jeans.
I mean guys, come on, who dresses that way?
- Tourists. - Right.
Okay, that's why he's not wearing a suit...
...because he's trying to blend in.
By taking a bus tour of downtown Denver.
Okay, the first bus...
...leaves from the northeast corner of the train station at 9:10 a.m.
First stop is the state capital, second stop is the art museum...
- ...and the third stop is.... - The U.S. Mint.
Bus arrives in 20 minutes.
Can we make it in time?
- It's a block away. - Well, I'm not from Denver, now am I?
[MYKA CHUCKLES]
Okay, listen, the last thing I want is a hostage situation...
...so wait until Leo gets off the bus before we grab him.
I'll back you up from the east. Zach, you got the west.
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Here it comes. Okay, boys, just follow my lead.
Eyes and ears open.
- Still impulsive and emotional. - Classic Myka.
What? Classic who now? Hey. Whoa--
You okay?
I will be when we catch this bastard.
WOMAN 1: You'll need it for the mint.
As you can see, you'll get a taste of our famous Denver weather.
Nice one second, rainy the next. All right, let's go.
Pete, he's made us.
- Police! Police! WOMAN 2: Oh, my God, he's got a gun!
Secret Service! Move!
[PEOPLE SCREAMING AND YELLING]
Look out! Look out, police!
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- Pete, there! PETE: Look out!
Jim, he's coming your way!
I'm okay.
- Damn it. - What happened? Where's Leo?
Well, he-- He came down this alley and then he just disappeared.
He did it again.
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You let him get away?
How could you? How did you let that happen?
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ZACH: Hang in there, man.
[ZACH SIGHS]
Jim's got a hairline rib fracture. The EMT says he'll be fine.
Look, I know how frustrated you must be...
...but don't take it out on Pete, okay?
We all want to put this guy away.
Thanks.
[FOOTSTEPS]
I'm gonna-- Yeah.
Different from the intake of air.
MYKA: Pete, what are you doing?
Well, I'm thinking like Myka.
When something doesn't make sense, Myka tries to make sense of it.
I mean, but not right now because she's too emotional...
...which is where Pete usually is, emotional.
Then I thought while you're being me, I might as well be you.
So I've investigated every way Leo could have used...
...to escape a blind alley, right?
Like hidden drain pipes or manholes or....
- And? - Nothing.
Then I thought what if Leo jumped into the bed of the truck, onto the roof...
...and up and over the wall?
That's quite a manoeuvre.
Yeah, he had 50 yards on me, right? Which is about a seven-second lead.
How long does it take to get over the wall?
Well, that's what I was trying out.
But I could use some help.
- Okay. - Yeah.
- All right, all right, all right. - Okay.
- Okay, first... - Yes.
...we must synchronize our watches to the exact second.
- Okay. Yeah. - Ready? And go.
Then, we'll walk over here to where I last saw Leo.
- Uh-huh. - Top of the next minute, I'll run.
Seven seconds later, you'll go.
- Got it. I'll-- I'll be you. - Exactly.
Go!
Five.
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Time!
Okay. Okay, let's try 12 seconds.
Time!
See? It's impossible.
So there's no explanation of how he got away?
This is what I'm saying.
Okay, look, when something has no explanation then--
- Oh, my God. - What?
- Well, don't you get it? - Good, you're back to being Myka.
Now I shall go back to being Pete.
When something has no explanation, there can only be one explanation.
- Leo has an artefact? - That's the only thing that makes sense.
He vanished into thin air, and we know that they're out there, right?
- We do. - I didn't know that three years ago...
...so I didn't know what I was looking for.
I'm gonna go back to Sam's office and look at his notes on the old case.
- Wait, you're gonna re-open it? - Yes.
But not as a Secret Service agent, as a Warehouse agent.
Yes! The old Myka is back.
Could be good, could be bad.
MYKA: You coming? PETE: Yeah.
It's back somewhere around.... Yes! Perfect!
- All right. - Father and son Shriners?
No. No. They belong to a Depression-era mind-reading act.
Mr. Mental and Coco.
Real names: Raymond Fraser and Coco.
Yes, now, in the act, Coco would scamper into the audience...
...and he would solicit items like a monogrammed handkerchief...
...or a dollar bill, something with initials or numbers.
Mr. Mental would sit on stage blindfolded, he'd read Coco's mind...
...and recite back perfectly the numbers or the initials.
So let me guess, the hats were imbued with the mystical juju of--
No, not this time. Mr. Mental was an amateur inventor...
...and he had a background in neurology. Look.
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- A transmitter. So the receiver would be-- ARTIE: Mm. Yes.
CLAUDIA: Huh. So he used radio waves? - Not quite. Brain waves.
Magnetic resonance. Impressive. Mr. Mental made the first MRI.
There also may have been the teensiest amount of mystical juju.
Wait, wait, you're saying that he could actually read Coco's thoughts?
Nothing too complex, but simple images came through loud and clear.
We're gonna use these to get the licence plate from the dog?
With any luck.
There's always a downside. What's the downside?
Mm, not that bad.
- Uh, a little help with the fezzes. - Okay.
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Hey, slim, free for dinner tonight?
Well, that depends on who's asking.
Ah, nobody special. I got something for you.
Can't show you here, but it's a game changer.
A man of mystery. I like that.
[DOOR OPENS]
Sam, we just got an anonymous tip.
Leo is gonna be in the lobby of the National Building at 4.
- About time we caught a break. - Want Jim for backup?
No, I'll take Myka. She's got great eyes.
Okay, I'll take Jim. Come on. We'll coordinate with local.
Hey, I'll see you, slim. Don't be late.
- You're looking through the old case? - Yeah.
- Find anything? - So far no luck.
Jim, you and Sam were close, right?
Well, not as close as you two, but yeah.
The night Sam died, he was gonna give me something.
It was a card or an envelope. Any guess what was in it?
No idea.
Although he did say something about him wanting you to move in with him.
Maybe it was a key.
A key?
And maybe I should have just left it at "no idea."
No. No, it's fine. Besides there's no key in that box.
Well, that's just his office stuff.
I mean, his personal stuff was sent to, uh....
To where?
It all went to Alison's.
- Who's Alison? - Sam's wife.
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[PETE EXHALES]
- I could go in with you. - Thanks.
I need to do this alone.
Okay.
Myka? What are you doing here?
Alison, hi. I'm sorry to bother you.
I need your help. It's about Sam.
- Come in. - Thank you.
I guess we can talk in here.
What's going on?
I know that this sounds strange, but I'm still tracking down Sam's killer.
Oh.
The night that he died, Sam was gonna give me something.
The service gave you a box of his personal effects.
Can I ask you what was in it?
Just office things.
A change of clothes, keepsakes, photo of him and me.
A photo of him and you.
I really hate to intrude like this. I know that this is very awkward.
Myka, I was so angry at you.
Not that you had done anything wrong.
We'd split up long before, but you were proof that Sam had moved on.
That was hard for me.
I know.
I used to give him grief that he always had to have a backup plan.
Well, I think you were more to him than just a backup.
And thank you for speaking to me.
It was probably just a greeting card anyway. It wasn't....
- A card? - Yeah.
Wait.
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With everything that happened after the funeral...
...I didn't know where to send it.
I guess I didn't try very hard either. I'm sorry.
Thank you for giving it to me now.
ALISON: On one condition.
Get this guy, Myka.
Get him.
MYKA: Thank goodness she still had it.
♪ At the car wash ♪♪
God, Sam knew that I hated that song.
So, what's on it? What did he write?
Nothing.
I mean, it's another dead end.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
Bering.
♪ Working at the car wash ♪♪
[HUMMING]
Yeah, copy that. We'll be right there.
Security detail, they just spotted Leo at the train station.
We get another chance.
[♪♪♪]
Hey guys, thanks for calling. Where's Leo?
In the waiting area.
We got a man playing janitor, keeping an eye on him.
We got the other place locked down.
Your mission, Myka. How do you wanna play it?
Straight up. No chase this time. We move in, weapons ready but hidden.
You go right, I'll go left. I'll be on channel one.
- Pete, I need you to stay here. - Heh. Right.
Wait, Myka. Myka. Myka.
Wha--? What?
Look, I know that I can't make you stay here, but I can beg you to.
What? Why? No one has your back like I do.
I know. It's just....
Look, the last time I got a tip to nab Leo, my partner ended up....
[♪♪♪]
I could never recover from that.
All right. All right.
This once for you. But take him down, okay? And fast.
[EXHALES]
[♪♪♪]
Hands where I can see them.
ZACH: He's got a gun!
[WOMAN SCREAMS]
- Myka. - Clean here!
I had to take the shot. He had a weapon out of nowhere.
- I know. - Unit four, suspect down. Shots fired.
He's got no pulse.
Myka, what happened?
MYKA: Leo pulled his gun and Zach dropped him.
So it's over? That's good, right?
We need to find that artefact.
[♪♪♪]
I bagged everything that I could get my hands on.
Nothing reacted.
Well, that makes sense. I mean, if he could have, you know, teleported...
...or whatever, I guess he would have.
Something feels wrong.
Myka, I trust my vibes, right? Well, trust your instincts.
You're the observant one. Observe.
[♪♪♪]
[MYKA SIGHS]
Pete?
Look at how he's holding his weapon.
He bats lefty.
- It's in his right hand. - Right. Okay, so options.
Why would someone purposely hold their gun in the wrong hand?
Uh....
He got tired of running and wanted to end it right here and now.
Suicide by cop.
It's not Leo, besides I saw his face.
He was confused. He wasn't determined.
So he's sitting there, right?
You guys come up, he stands up to surrender and then....
Suddenly his gun was pointed at me.
What do you mean "suddenly"?
Suddenly. Suddenly, like in the blink of an eye.
Okay, Myka...
...um, blink.
- I'm still here, right? - Yes, Pete. What does that mean?
Now, close your eyes and keep them closed.
Close them.
Okay, now open them.
I disappeared, right?
- No, you're behind me. - No, I know. Just--
What if a blink lasted longer than a blink and we didn't know it?
You think the artefact messes with time?
Show me your watch.
We synchronized our watches in the alley.
Remember? And now....
PETE: They're out of sync.
You were outside of the room when we went after Leo...
...and now my watch is behind your watch by....
Forty-seven seconds! That can only mean two things.
Napoleon shared a first kiss with Josephine...
...that lasted exactly that long. Yeah.
Or.... Ha! Google-schmoogle, I'll stick with paper.
The U.S.S. Eldridge, 1940s warship...
...that docked in the Philadelphia shipyards.
Well, wait, wait, wait, the Philadelphia experiment, Artie?
Please, please tell me that wasn't a hoax.
No, don't get too excited. The Eldridge was the Navy's attempt...
...to use high-powered magnets and generators...
...to create a cloaking device. It kind of worked.
It did look like the ship was off the radar for 47 seconds.
But really it just froze the radar screen while the ship kept moving?
But the energy released from that temporal disturbance...
...may have given birth to an artefact that re-creates the effect.
Right, but only over a limited area.
Forty-seven seconds, more than enough time for Leo...
...to make it over the alley wall.
Also enough time for someone to freeze the team...
...and put a gun into Leo's wrong hand.
Which suggests that whoever is holding the artefact...
...can also move through the freeze.
Leo wasn't working alone. He's got a partner.
Or did until his partner set him up to take the fall today.
Excuse me! If I may, goodbye.
How could I have been so stupid?
All this time I've been chasing Leo and there's been somebody else.
So now that we know that, we just have to go after him.
Him? Her? I mean, it literally-- It could by anybody out there.
Easy. Don't you think you're exaggerating just a little?
No, I don't, because this case just blew up.
It blew up again.
Myka. Myka. Myka.
We'll take it one step at a time.
We'll start identifying suspects--
No.
You do it, okay? Because I am out.
- Wait, what? - Pete...
...for three years I have done nothing but fail on this case.
I failed as a Secret Service agent...
...I failed as a Warehouse agent, and I failed as Sam's partner.
I was his backup, Pete!
ARTIE: Now, it's important you not make any sudden moves.
If the hat gets knocked off...
...the receiver could pull in a massive amount of static.
- The downside. - Yes.
One night, an audience member pulled off Coco's fez...
...and Raymond Fraser was never the same.
Mr. Mental went mental?
Just keep the hat on the dog's head.
You're gonna write down the licence plate numbers.
As soon as you bark them out.
[STEVE CHUCKLES]
I suppose you've got several of those bon mots at the ready?
More than five, less than a 100.
- Hooray. - I've got three.
Just put our fezzes on our heads simultaneously, please.
- Nasty. - Simultaneously.
All right, simultaneously, not--
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[BOTH GROWL]
[BOTH BARK]
STEVE: This seems dangerous. - Yeah.
Someone could take a picture and post it on the Internet.
- Three, eight, five! - Whoa. Halfway there.
[SCARAB CHITTERING]
CLAUDIA: That stupid scarab.
[WHIMPERS]
[BARKS]
- Artie! Grab his tail! Grab his tail! STEVE: Watch the hat!
- The hat! Watch the hat! - Grab his tail!
Doggy, doggy, doggy!
- Hey. - Hey.
So you feeling any better after your little fit back there?
Not really. Heh.
That's a shame, it was a good one.
You know, Myka, you only fail if you give up.
I know.
All right, so, what would Sam say?
"Stay focused, slim. Eyes and ears open."
- Heh. "Don't get emotional." - Ah.
There you are, there you go. He said it, not me.
Don't get emotional.
I got to tell you, it's kind of the opposite of what you're doing right now.
"Ears open."
[♪♪♪]
The card! Sam's card. Where is it? Where did it...?
Right here. Right here.
Okay, he loved his backups and he knew that I hated this song.
♪ Working at the car wash ♪♪
If he was here, he would make me listen to it...
...right until the end, just to torture me.
I love this guy.
LEO [ON RECORDING]: You said no one would connect me to the plates...
...but now this guy Sam is all over me.
That's Leo's voice.
LEO: So he's good, that's your problem.
You're on his team. Talk to him. Offer to cut him in.
Game changer.
That's why Sam wanted to take me to dinner.
He wanted to talk to me outside of the office.
LEO: A Boy Scout, huh?
All right, I'll take care of him.
Use the thing, you know. He'll never see it coming.
My God, the only other agents who were on that case with us...
...were Zach and Jim.
All right, so, what are you thinking?
It's time to do something impulsive.
[♪♪♪]
Hey, sweetie. Where are you, buddy?
Poochy! Come on, boy, you want to play? Huh?
[STEVE CLAPS HANDS]
Here, doggy.
This was cute for like a minute.
Yeah, come on. Play fetch with your Uncle Steve?
- Here, doggy! Nice doggy! STEVE: Hey, pooch.
Ring-a-ding-ding.
[SIGHS]
The things I do for Artie.
Hey, any sign of the dog?
No, but I know how to make him come to us.
[RINGS]
Pavlov's bell, you know, from-- Whoa, that happened fast.
- What? - The downside.
Getting a little slurpy. I'll be fine tomorrow.
[CLAUDIA GASPS]
Hey, boy, you still got your hat on. Good boy.
What's that in your mouth?
[♪♪♪]
Who's a good scarab killer? You are. Yes, you are.
[CLAUDIA CHUCKLING]
Uh....
Claud....
Did I get it?
Uh, sure. Yeah, yeah, you're good to go.
Come on, hey, let's get you back to Artie. Come on.
[♪♪♪]
What's going on? You said it was urgent.
You need to come with us to see Zach.
And get some cuffs.
Zach!
Got your message. Kind of formal just for you to say goodbye.
Actually, it's you who's saying goodbye, Zach.
We know everything. How you worked with Leo to get the plates.
When Sam got too close, you dropped him.
All for a lousy promotion.
- What? - Myka, are you crazy?
You're under arrest, Zach.
- Jim, what are they talking about? - I have no idea.
We've got the recording of Leo talking to you about killing Sam.
Okay, that is ridiculous.
- I'm done listening to this crap. - Hey, stop right there.
[♪♪♪]
Zach, he's got a gun.
- The ship's barometer. - You know about it?
MYKA: I know that you can stop time.
And I know that you sent Sam into the National Building...
...with a big target on his chest.
MYKA: Sam, wait!
When he picked you to back him up...
No, I'll take Myka. She's got great eyes.
...I knew he had his doubts about me.
So you killed him?
No. But I held you back long enough so Leo could.
- That's why I was late. - By 47 seconds.
It's happening again.
I'll take that.
- What the hell? ZACH: Oh, my God.
Oh, my God! Jim!
Myka!
Myka, are you okay?
Myka, what happened?
Zach, I'm so sorry.
Look, Jim-- Jim was working with Leo and Sam got in his way.
- Just like we were about to. - Holy mother. In here!
He got shot.
PETE: Hey, Myks.
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Is it over?
Yeah, it's over.
Do you feel better?
No.
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[EXHALES]
PETE: What'd you tell the FBI?
That it all happened in the blink of an eye.
- Jim went bad, Zach acted by the book. - Did you give them the recording?
First I made a copy for backup.
Ooh. Sam taught you well.
So when did you know it was Jim and not Zach?
Well, not until Jim pulled out the barometer.
Mm-hm. Mm-hm. So pretty much the last second.
Risky sting operation. Impulsive, emotional, classic Myka.
- You knew before I did, didn't you? - Knew what?
- Don't play dumb with me, Lattimer. - Who me?
- What you talking about, Willis? - Pete.
All right, maybe a little.
I knew Leo couldn't have poofed out of that alley...
...without a little help.
And, uh, you weren't being entirely rational...
- ...so I thought I needed to-- - Gently walk me through it.
Let me discover the proof so I'd believe it.
It was your case to solve, Agent Bering, and you did it.
Thank you for, you know, being so patient with me.
It was a little trick I learned from my overly cautious partner.
- Aah! - Myka?
Alison.
- All right, I'll see you outside. - Okay.
We got him.
We finally got him.
- I heard. Zach called. - Ah.
ALISON: Thank you.
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Um....
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Ahem. It's for both of us.
[MYKA SIGHS]
[DOG WHIMPERS THEN ARTIE GASPS]
Judging from the look on his face, something's about to come out.
Please let it be numbers and letters.
- Q, nine, three. - Six digits. All I need.
[GASPS]
ARTIE: Oh, did you get it?
- Yes, Claudia's searching right now. - Ah.
All right, yeah, that wasn't so bad.
- Claudia? Claudia, what the hell? - Pavlov's bell.
That causes excessive drooling for 24--
I got that. Thank you.
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Yeah, oh, yeah. Yeah, I've seen where that tongue has been.
So, what do we do with him now? We take him back to Wisconsin?
Mrs. Hodgson says he's a stray. Finders keepers.
Good because we couldn't give him back.
The psychic bond between us is just too strong. He owns me now.
No, you mean that you own him.
No, no, we don't own dogs. Dogs own us.
Cats are prisoners, but dogs own us.
- His name, by the way, is Trai. - Trai?
- It's short for Trailer. - Huh.
Got a match. Our evil car belongs to a rental company. Surprise, surprise.
Which would require a driver's licence.
Can you get into the company's computer?
Please, does a cheese doodle?
Hello, gorgeous.
Our doorknob stealer is rather perky, in a roadside-diner-waitress kind of way.
What the hell? Artie.
Oh, dear God.
- Sally Stukowski. CLAUDIA: We know her?
Worse.
She knows us.
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