NARRATOR: Previously on Warehouse 13:
STEVE: You've collected a few artefacts.
SYKES: Enough to even up the odds.
An enemy with an arsenal of artefact weapons would not only be dangerous--
They could be unstoppable.
I want you to feel the pain, like I have.
[BEEPING]
It's an astrolabe. That'll buy us back 24 hours.
You can tell no one.
- Damn. They're gone. - Too late.
You wanted to save him, so save him, damn it! Breathe!
[GASPS]
That hat was itchy, huh?
It's a great picture, though.
- Did you get all your stuff? - This is the last of it.
I don't know what's creepier, my stuff sent to the dead agents' vault...
- ...or that there is a dead agents' vault. - Focus on the fact that you're not in...
- ...the dead agents' vault. - Pollyanna.
So mission briefing in Artie's office?
Yeah, Pete's all worked up about something.
Hot water.
Okay, people, now that we're back to five at the B and B...
...we need to talk about the "bathroom" situation.
Pete, it's an old house. You can't take 30-minute showers.
Ah, ah, Leena. The half hour power shower is a sacred thing, okay?
Also, I used the rest of the peppermint body scrub.
- That was mine. - Well, you weren't using it.
That's because I was dead.
- Oh, gotta play that card. - Now I'm wishing I was dead.
- This is the mission briefing? - No. No, it isn't.
Leena.
Uh, this is from Ovoid Quarantine.
Doesn't like anyplace I put it, so can you--
Well, of course it doesn't. Just look at it.
Silly me.
We got a ping this morning from Devil's Lake, North Dakota.
Ooh. Same barren landscape as South Dakota, but colder.
Cleaning lady. She had symptoms of a spider bite...
...but there were no actual marks.
The venom that was found inside her system...
...turned out to be from a rare South American spider called--
Theraphosa leblondi.
Tell me that's not a random lucky guess.
Are you psychic now too? That's gonna get annoying.
No, I've seen the artefact that does this. A small wooden token.
- Where did you see it? - In the hangar.
It belonged to Walter Sykes.
Steve, you spent a long time with Walter Sykes...
...and he had an arsenal of artefacts.
- Firing at us. - Where would he have kept them?
Stored them in these crates labelled "A to Z Technologies."
But by the time he moved them, I was dead.
When we raided, there was nothing there.
- Could've stored them at Devil's Lake. - It is only a four-hour drive.
He could have had Marcus take them there before he came to the B and B.
- Or Tyler. - No, Tyler was-- Well, actually he was--
[GASPING]
- Pete! - Okay, I got the spider lady's route.
She was at these three residences in Devil's Lake yesterday.
That one. The Mazzanti residence.
Artie, Enrico Mazzanti, the original illustrator...
- ...of Carlos Collodi's Pinocchio. - Pinocchio.
And Sykes was obsessed with Collodi's bracelet.
Safe house. You two go check it out. Be careful.
Because if that house actually has an arsenal of artefacts...
...it could be a powder keg.
Okay.
[GRUNTS]
Pete, you could have just picked the lock.
Better safe than sorry, Mykes.
Plus, I love doing that.
MYKA: Pete. PETE: Yup?
MYKA: Check this out.
Yeah, I'm not really seeing the Sykes family resemblance.
These are just the pictures that come in the frames.
That's why cleaning lady only came once a month.
This place was just for appearances.
Temporary digs for him to hide out...
...after his mega-bomb blew us all to kingdom come, huh?
Let's just find the rest of Sykes' toys...
...and we can close the book on this loser for good.
- Okay. - Okay.
Agh. Pfft.
Plastic.
He really was evil.
Oh, great.
A creepy basement.
Gotcha.
Theraphosa leblondi.
PETE: Myka!
Pete, you found the artefacts?
Empty.
Somebody beat us to the prize.
So that's a bird cage, violin, golf clubs, and some junk from our basement.
They belonged to my grandma.
They're antiques.
Probably worth thousands.
Then why pawn them to me?
I thought this was where you sell things for money...
...but I guess I'm in the worst bakery ever. I'll take them someplace else.
Okay, okay. Don't get all ruffled.
Let me check my price guides in the back.
What the hell?
I'll give you 400 for the bunch.
Are you kidding me? That's not enough. Not nearly enough.
Kid, it's just a bunch of junk.
Oh, for crying out loud.
- All right, 6. - Seven.
- Six-fifty. - Fine, jeez.
Now what about the pipe you got behind your back?
This is mine.
Six-forty, then.
Artefacts are gone? All of them?
Maybe Sykes had somebody grab them in case something happened...
...like a backup plan to his backup plan.
No, Marcus and Tyler were the only two with him.
CLAUDIA: They're both dead.
Well, whoever did it must have dropped the spider-bite artefact on the way out.
Why smash crates? Why not take the whole thing?
ARTIE: Probably too obvious.
- Pete. - Yeah?
Look at this.
- Yeah, an alarm system. - So if there was a break-in...
...why didn't Security come? PATE: Alarm didn't go off.
Or maybe whoever did it knew the code.
Padlocks don't have codes...
...which explain why they had to force open the door.
Alarm company's Safeco Security.
Their office is in downtown Devil's Lake. Sending you the address now.
What are you doing talking to us? You got the address, go.
Hello.
Well, hello.
Shouldn't you be eating doughnuts?
Dr. Oz says tomatoes are a superfood.
- We're here to ask you a few questions. - Excellent. Wanna grab a drink?
About the break-in at the Mazzanti residence.
I can't give out that kind of information.
United States Secret Service.
Uh-- Let me just get my supervisor. So if you just wait right here....
Think he's hiding something?
Either that or the burrito's on its way out.
[MIMICS SIREN]
- We got the place surrounded. - Please don't arrest me, please, please!
All right, who stole the boxes, huh? Did Sykes hire you?
- What? Who? - Walter Sykes...
- ...owner of the house you broke into. - The whole thing was Jesse's idea.
Jesse? Who's Jesse?
Jesse Ashton. I went to high school with him.
We were drinking last week at P.J. Whelihan's.
Jesse said that he needed money, so I gave him the codes.
Oh, God, I need a lawyer, don't I? Do you know a lawyer?
You have nothing to do with Walter Sykes?
No. Who?
- I can't go to prison. PETE: All right.
Jesse takes everything there, then what?
He says he knows a place where he can sell it and that we'd split the money.
You know, the History Channel's got to stop glamourizing the pawn industry.
Makes it easy. We bag the artefacts, we're back in time for dinner.
- Uh-oh. - What?
Bad vibe.
I think we're gonna be late for dinner.
Hey.
Wow.
Yeah, blew out the whole window.
Pawn shop doesn't look anything like the one on that TV show.
See, that's what I've been saying. Oh, hey, Leena.
Look at you, out in the field.
- No, no, no, this is all wrong. - Yeah.
Okay, these headphones cannot be next to this mask like this...
...and this iron should never lay flat.
Yeah, see, with all these artefacts in play...
...I wanted Leena here to do whatever it is Leena does.
No, no, no, the more, the merrier. We'll need extra hands on this one.
- So, what happened? - Well, the owner gave this a jingle--
[GRUNTING]
PETE: That made the fireball.
Mrs. O'Leary's cowbell. Wouldn't you know.
I thought the cow kicking over a lantern was a made-up story.
The lantern's a made-up story. The bell caused the Great Chicago Fire.
In fact, it was this bell that was in the doorway of a bakery shop...
...that caused the Great Fire of London in 1666.
Well, the owner is singed, but he'll live.
Sykes had more artefacts than these. Where are the rest of them?
Well, you can thank rising consumer confidence for that.
The owner already sold six of them.
Six artefacts out there loose in one city? This is a disaster.
Fortunately, everybody pays by credit card these days.
A few minutes, we'll have names and addresses. What could be easier?
Ah, ah. No, don't say "easy." We'll miss dinner completely.
One more problem. The owner said that the guy...
...who sold him the artefacts, Jesse Ashton...
- ...actually kept one for himself. - An old smoking pipe.
It could be Sir Walter Raleigh's.
It allows you to travel through small bod--
No, no, no. I snagged that in the '80s. Although...
...Admiral Byrd's pipe is still missing.
It could be Cheech and Chong's, but since he kept it...
...looks like our hood rat house burglar thinks he might have an artefact.
Okay, you two go after him, and--
Claudia, you and Steve take half this list...
...and get the sunglasses, bird cage and waffle iron.
Leena and I will take the other half, golf clubs and violin.
Pete, you and Myka get that pipe.
And let's do it fast. Otherwise, this town is gonna have a very bad day.
Wait, wait!
We gotta do something about these artefacts.
PETE: Yeah, sure.
Well, maybe he just took the pipe because he wanted to look cool.
Smoking a pipe isn't cool.
What? Hey, Dan Aykroyd smokes a pipe.
Oh, well, that changes everything then.
You know, I hope that Jesse's as dopey as his accomplice.
Careful, Mykes, Mykes.
We still don't know what the pipe does.
You go.
Well, I'm guessing one thing it does is remove ceilings.
So first mission for Donovan and Jinks since the big sleep.
- You excited? - Yeah, sure.
I can tell. You're bursting.
Last time we went artefact hunting, I wasn't being kept alive by one.
Not that I'm not grateful for the whole "not being dead" thing...
...but we still don't know the risks of the metronome.
Don't be such a Debbie Downside. We've got our youth.
And a list. You know what? I call scavenger hunt.
I bet I can snag more artefacts on this list than you can, Debbie.
If I say no, you'll make me play anyways.
- The challenger has accepted. - Right.
Hi there! You here for our summer-sational sale?
Sale. There's a sale.
Thongs give me a rash.
We're looking for a Jordan Tivoli?
He might be sporting a new pair of sunglasses.
Jordan normally works in the stock room.
Kind of a weird guy, but I haven't seen him for hours. Why?
Have you noticed anything strange around here recently...
...perhaps the smell of fudge?
That's the fudge factory next door. Yum.
But now that you mention it, things have been falling off shelves...
...and I heard someone sneeze, but I was all alone here.
Could have been a panic attack, though. I get those a lot.
[DEVICE BEEPING]
- Excuse us. Ahem. - Uh, what was that?
I entered the sunglasses info into the UAD.
- The UAD? - Unsnagged Artefact Database.
It says the sunglasses might have belonged to John A. Macready.
Pilot who first developed Ray-Bans.
His first pair worked so well at reflecting light...
...they made the wearer invisible.
So you think an invisible Jordan is just hanging around the store.
Why would he do that?
[WOMAN SCREAMING]
And now I see why.
There's a ghost in there.
Who you gonna call?
Okay, so the next door neighbour...
...said she heard a loud crash about an hour ago...
...but thought it was the meth lab downstairs.
Nice neighbourhood.
Pete, just check out these burns. They look like lightning strikes.
All right. So something that controls lightning. Did Thor smoke a pipe?
So where would a small-time thief go...
...if he suddenly stumbled upon a powerful artefact?
For starters, I'd use it to get an apartment with a roof.
Wow.
- Laptop. - Ahh.
I am gonna check the browser history.
- Look at you going all Claudia. - Uh-huh.
- He was online about an hour ago. - Ooh.
Hey, Mykes.
Human anatomy. I hope it has pictures.
And it does.
- Pete? - Yeah.
I think we know where he's going next.
I don't hear any violins.
No, but according to the girl's mother...
...her lesson only started 10 minutes ago...
...so maybe we've got time to--
Or not.
Much better, Tia.
Keep the fingers curved.
And, again.
Stop playing!
- Stop it! - Hey, she's just a beginner.
It's okay. It's okay.
- We're with the Department of-- - Of Contagion.
Contagion. This violin, was it bought at a pawn shop downtown?
My mom bought it this morning.
This isn't the avian flu, is it? Or SARS?
- Get it out of here. - It's okay, your mom sent us.
- Yeah. - Aren't you gonna quarantine her?
Wash your hands.
- Okay. Oh. Napoleon. It figures. - What?
I'm certain this is the violin Napoleon played in exile.
If that girl hit a G-sharp, this town would have erupted...
...in a wave of violence that would've made 13 Vendémiaire...
...seem like a street fair.
All right, one down. What's next?
"Devil's Lake Golf and Country Club."
A Jew and a black woman go to a fancy club.
All we need is a priest and a horse, and we can do the whole joke.
PETE: He says there's a guy out front who saw it.
Pete, it's snowing.
Why is it snowing in the summer?
It must be a residual effect of the pipe.
Kid could make a killing in Palm Springs.
Yeah. Oh.
Excuse me, sir? Could you tell us what happened?
Some kind of rogue tornado.
One minute it's all clear and the next, it's snowing.
Came out of nowhere. Thank God nobody was killed.
It's snowing.
It is. Thank you for that.
Pete, here.
Check out this ATM. I mean, that was Jesse's target.
All right, so he can make lightning and tornadoes and snow.
For a few thousand bucks, he almost killed folks.
What happened in his apartment, that was an accident. This?
He's learning how to control it. A bad guy with this kind of power?
Talk about stormy weather.
It's not enough. It's not near enough.
Time to do some serious damage.
Oh, Lord, what's Jesse done now?
Mrs. Ashton, when was the last time you saw your son?
It's been weeks. What's happened?
With Secret Service after him, maybe I don't want to know.
Well, he got his hands on something pretty dangerous...
...so anything you could tell us would help.
Well, poor boy's always had a terrible temper.
It's brought him and us no end of trouble, even ever since he was little.
He never finished school, couldn't hold down a job.
Always blaming others for his own misfortunes.
I suppose there's just some things in this world you can't control.
Ahem. Mrs. Ashton, I'm so sorry.
Could I trouble you for a glass of water?
- Let me fix you a cup of tea. - Thank you.
Wow, did you just use the old "can I get a glass of water" move?
Well, Pete, sometimes the classics work.
How many banks did we pass driving through town?
I wasn't counting.
I saw three Dairy Queens, though.
MYKA: Look at these bills.
Pete, Country Sky was foreclosing on the Ashton house.
Jesse could have hit any bank in town, but he chose Country Sky.
Yeah, the one his family owes money to. It makes sense.
The kid's running a one-man Occupy Devil's Lake.
But that's the only branch in town, so where does he go next?
Mykes, he's making storms, right?
So maybe we don't need to predict his next target.
Maybe we just need to predict the weather.
Oh, are you leaving?
- Yes, we have to go. - Well, if you find Jesse...
...please don't hurt him. He's still my son.
Thank you.
- Bye. - Bye.
No sign of the Hollow Man yet.
Just keep your eyes open.
- You do know he's invisible, right? - Then keep your ears open.
You're not supposed to be watching dressing room monitors.
I mean, it's corporate policy.
STEVE: Oh, it's okay. I'm a federal agent.
Also, I'm gay.
Oh, my God. Do you watch Revenge?
- No. CLAUDIA: Steve.
Steve, I heard something.
Claudia, he's right behind you.
- You can see him? - You're looking right at him.
Where, exactly?
He shows up on camera.
Wha-- Hey.
Check this out.
Invisible to the naked eye, but not the digital one. Heh.
All right.
Let's see. Uh-huh.
I'm definitely having a panic attack.
- Cool shades. - What's going on?
I can't see anything.
Side effect of your shades.
You'll be blind for twice as long as you were wearing them.
But I had them on for hours.
I didn't hurt anyone. I was just--
STEVE: No, window-shopping, we know.
Your eyesight will come back, but I'd say you lost your job for good.
You okay?
Oh, yeah. Must just be sore from too much Pop Physique yesterday.
Come on, we've got more artefact shopping to do.
First point to you, poopy pants.
You know, I prefer Jinksy.
Thank you.
Leena. Okay, so Hank Conway...
...checked in for his tee time, but nobody's seen him since.
Artie, look. Artie.
Golfers don't usually leave those lying around.
B.J. Bobby Jones. Oh, my God.
These are the clubs Bobby Jones used in the 1921 British Open.
His temper got the better of him, he stormed off...
...but not before throwing these clubs all over the green.
Oh, well, we better keep them away from John McEnroe's tennis racket.
Yeah, but why are they just lying here?
Sand wedge....
Nine iron's missing. I think Conway's probably got it.
I don't think so.
According to the photo we got off the Internet....
ARTIE: Uh-huh.
You must be Mr. Conway. Bit of a headache.
MYKA: Okay, so we are up and running.
So if the pipe creates storms, it also creates a low-pressure front, right?
Exactly. And if Jesse's raising the roof...
...we'll be able to track him on weather radar.
That's really smart, Pete.
[LAUGHING]
Man, I feel just like Helen Hunt in Twister.
Bill Paxton.
I mean, I feel like Bill Paxton.
Hey, Helen. You wanna take a look at that?
PETE: Oh, look at that.
Looks like we got a Jesse front moving in from the northeast.
Right, it's centering on the corner of Glenwood and Eagle Crest Road.
- Okay. Watch this. - What you doing?
FEMALE VOICE: After the beep, please say a command.
Destination Glenwood and Eagle Crest.
Glenwood and Eagle Crest.
See? Thank you, Clarice.
Now, could you whip me up some chocolate chip cookies?
[DEVICE BEEPING]
You have arrived at your destination.
Help! Help, he's crazy!
Let me guess. A rogue tornado came out of nowhere.
Yeah. Threw the truck around and knocked me out.
Next thing I know, some stupid kid is handcuffing me.
- Where is he? - In there.
He's wasting his time.
It's an armoured truck with a time lock.
He'll never break in.
[CRASH]
Yeah, keep telling yourself that.
- Just-- Okay, you just-- Just stay here. - Oh, okay.
[THUNDER CRASHING]
MYKA: Jesse Ashton?
Let us see your hands.
Okay, look, kid.
You don't know what you're holding there.
Really? I think it's a magic pipe that lets me control the weather.
Okay, maybe you do.
Hand it over.
Jesse, listen, you don't understand.
No, you don't understand.
I'm running out of time. I need this.
Somebody could get hurt, kid.
I know. It might even be you.
Heads up.
Hey, is that a--? That looks like a--
Look out, Mykes!
[COUGHING]
- Ow. - Ugh.
- Did he just drop a truck on us? - Yeah.
And he'd better be gone!
Yeah, you'd better be gone!
Yeah, he's gone.
So what, he drops the armoured truck...
...he cracks it open, and--
Oh, yeah. Takes all the money inside.
Yeah. It's the piggybank principle, but on a bigger scale.
Okay. There's something else going on with him.
Did you see the bandage on his arm?
It's like the ones they use when you get your blood drawn.
Right, right. And he had-- That the medical book at his house.
Right, book on anatomy.
- Blood test. - The money.
He said that he was running out of time.
Pete, what if Jesse's sick?
I don't understand.
My wife's been begging me to take her golfing.
Yeah, okay. These clubs? You bought these at the pawn shop downtown?
I wasn't gonna get her a new set of Callaways.
I want her to hate it. Golf is my hobby. It's my time to hang out with the guys.
Somebody's supposed to stay home and do the cooking?
No, she's a terrible cook.
Wonder why she hit you.
Okay, so where is the nine iron?
Well, after she whacked me with it? No idea.
Okay, as long as she's got that nine iron...
...the slightest annoyance is gonna magnify into a furious rage.
My guess is she's taken a divot out of one of your hangout buddies.
Where would they be right now?
Oh, hey, Janet. Where's Hank?
We're gonna miss our tee time.
Janet, what the hell?
Every single weekend with you idiots and the Christmas lights are still up!
What do you need?
- Hey, Claud, look. Myka needs the-- - Psst! Quietly.
Well, Myka needs the 32-bit decryption code thingy...
...to access the hospital records.
Yeah, got it. E-mailing now.
Why are we whispering?
Because of the killer birds.
[SQUAWKING]
Right. See you.
So sorry. Won't take a sec.
Yeah, no rush. At least now we know what the birdcage does.
Okay. The Prius is backed up to the door.
On my count, toss me the cage, sprint for the neutraliser tank.
Easy peasy.
What about Woodstock and Tweety and all their friends?
He's got his eyes on my eyes.
Yeah. Did you not hear me say "sprint"?
Okay, one, two-- Oh, this counts as my point in the scavenger hunt, right?
- Claudia. - Three!
We better get out of here.
- God, they got me. - Where?
- Right there. - I don't see anything.
- Are you sure? - Yeah, not a scratch. You're okay.
God, no. This is karma for playing too much Angry Birds.
God, I can feel it.
We were supposed to go to the flower show.
But, no. "I can't, dear.
I've gotta spend eight hours getting drunk with my buddies!"
- Janet, please! - Put that club down!
- No. - Artie, be careful. With that aura...
- ...she could kill somebody. - I can handle her--
Oh, look, there's Hank.
Where?
All right, get the neutraliser from my bag.
- Get the neutraliser now! - Toss me the club.
What? Just hand it over? Sure, that's what everybody wants.
I do all the work and nobody knows.
I'm the one who risked everything...
...who was asked to sacrifice everything that he loves.
And I can't even tell anyone that I saved them.
Oh, thanks.
Bad juju on that club.
Artie, what was that about?
- What was what about? - What you just said.
- Said about what? I don't know. - Your anger was stemming from--
Nothing. What? I'm always angry.
That's my raison d'être. Ask anybody. Grumble, grumble. Let's go.
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
Mrs. Ashton.
- Did you find Jesse? - No.
We, um-- We tracked Jesse's medical records...
...thinking he had some sort of blood test...
...but we found out that he's been making donations to a Ronald Ashton.
For Ronnie?
His little brother.
And that would be Ronnie?
Yes. I knew it.
We'd been getting donations anonymously.
They have a rare blood type.
Deep down, I knew it.
You see, Jesse's not a bad person.
He's always loved his little brother.
Mrs. Ashton, what happened to Ronnie?
Heart infection.
Myocarditis.
He's taken a bad turn these past few days.
Is that why Jesse's robbing banks?
He's what?
Oh, my God.
Jesse's obviously trying to help...
...but people are getting hurt.
Oh, we've been drowning in bills, but--
Oh, Jesse, what are you doing?
NURSE [ON PA]: Paging Dr. Gellar. Dr. Gellar, please report to the OR.
Who are you? What are you doing in my office?
My brother, Ronnie Ashton. The doctors said that he needed surgery.
We can pay for it now, okay?
- Money isn't the only issue. - That is bull.
You and the insurance guys and that stupid bank...
...have been bleeding my mom dry since Ronnie got sick.
Look, with his condition, we need to find a suitable donor.
Even then, there are dozens of other factors--
I don't care about other factors. I can get you all the money you need.
Just fix my brother.
It's more complicated than that.
Then maybe I need to simplify it for you.
Mrs. Ashton, we need to find Jesse. Do you have any idea--?
He's here, Mykes.
- What? - Jesse. He's in the hospital.
[THUNDER CRASHING]
Pete, the roof.
There's a storm forming over the roof.
Now do you see what I can do?
You shoot lightning too? That's our thing.
- Why won't you two leave me alone? - Jesse, listen to me.
We know why you're doing this. Okay? We know about your brother.
Then make them do it. I can pay for it.
Ronnie cannot die.
Yeah, but other people will if you don't give us that pipe.
No. No! I'm in control now, for once.
Screw other people.
You tell them that they got one hour to start fixing Ronnie...
...or I turn this hospital into a pile of rocks.
No!
[ALL YELL]
Get everyone into the basement, all right?
I can't fit an entire hospital full of patients into the basement.
Can't you stop him?
I'm not a big fan of "give the terrorist what he wants"...
...but wouldn't it be easier to give his brother the surgery?
I tried to tell him.
Ronnie's myocarditis is too advanced.
He needs a heart transplant.
So just pop a new ticker into the kid. They do it every day.
Pete, finding a compatible donor heart is very difficult and specific.
- No, I know, I-- - We thought we had one last week...
...but the organ wasn't viable.
We're still looking, but the odds of finding a compatible heart...
...in the time that Ronnie has now are--
Are not good. I get it.
I'll talk to Security about evacuation.
- Hey. Hey. - Hey.
- Storm on the roof. What did we miss? - Jesse's up there...
...and if the hospital doesn't give his brother a transplant...
...he's gonna level the place.
- We missed a lot. - We have to stop him.
The trouble is, we just tried that and he just blew us off.
Don't mean he was being rude. He literally blew us off the roof.
Gotta be some way to get the drop on him.
Actually, it's a little not by the manual...
...and Artie would be pissed, but we may have a solution.
Jesse.
Look, I'm unarmed.
Okay, I don't want to hurt you, I just want to talk.
- Have they started the surgery yet? - They will.
Okay, they're looking as hard as they can for a--
That's close enough.
Jesse, they need more time.
No!
You've seen him! He's out of time!
Look, what about everyone else?
Okay, what about the other patients downstairs?
I don't care. He's my little brother.
I don't understand. I got the money. Why won't they help him?
Now you see me.
Now you don't.
Listen, Ronnie's a good kid, okay?
He never did anything wrong.
He's smart, he's funny, he's got a future, okay?
And I'm not gonna let some crappy, greedy hospital take that from him.
Who's there?
You can see me, can't you?
Get away from me!
Pete!
I'm getting the feeling we're near the edge here, right?
It's over, Jesse. Don't make me shoot you.
Why won't they help him?
They don't have a compatible heart.
The donor needs to be a perfect match.
We're sorry, man.
Okay, just--
There's nothing anyone can do.
Okay. I understand.
Tell Ronnie...
...I'm sorry and...
...I wish I was a better brother.
I wasn't ever there for him.
Now I can be.
Jesse, no! Jesse, wait!
What is it? Mykes! Mykes?
- Mykes, what happened? Myka! - Pete. Pete.
He's--
He's dead.
Is it over?
Yeah.
Mrs. Garner, Jesse's a compatible donor, right?
I mean, he's a match for his brother Ronnie?
Get a gurney.
And page Dr. Gellar.
I'll notify the OR...
...to get ready for an organ transplant.
We couldn't save him, Pete.
He got what he wanted, Mykes.
He saved his brother after all.
Ow, ow, ow.
You're such a wimp.
Well, you know, it hurts.
Ooh! Heh.
Naughty.
Hey, that nurse was hot, right?
- Still having vision issues? - A little blurry.
Totally your type. I'll give her your number.
Shwing.
- So how's Ronnie? - Well, he's still in surgery...
...but the heart's a perfect match, so they think it'll work.
I just can't stop thinking about what Jesse did.
You know, giving his brother a second chance like that.
The things we do for family, huh?
Yeah. Well, now we can finally dot the I's on the end of Walter Sykes.
Thank God. Oh, and hey, let's never mention Dr. Evil's name again...
- ...shall we? - Deal.
- Where's Artie and Leena? - On their way to the Warehouse...
- ...with the booty. - Well, who's hungry?
- You are. - At all times.
There's this great diner in town.
Snagged Maurice Vermersch's waffle iron there earlier.
- Makes greatest waffles. - Downside?
You can't have just one. No. Actually, it makes your skin melt.
Well, Pete love waffles.
Myka. Can you tell me something? Do I have a scratch on my neck?
MYKA: Where? CLAUDIA: Right there.
MYKA: I don't see anything.
- Really? - Yeah.
That is so weird.
Ow!
God, what now?
Okay, I put the clubs next to Buddy Rich's drums.
The two energies should cancel each other out.
As long as Pete can't find them next time he decides to build...
...a putt-putt course in the Ovoid Quarantine.
Artie, about what you said when you were under the influence of the club--
Oh, yeah, I told you, it was nothing.
It was just the idle rantings of a crazy old Warehouse agent.
I've known you a long time, Arthur Nielsen.
And ever since Sykes's attack, I've been seeing something different.
And you don't have to tell me, okay?
But whatever burden you're carrying, please...
...don't carry it alone.
Hello.
Yes, it's Arthur.
Yes, I'm at the Warehouse. Where else would I be?
Listen.
There's something that I need done...
...and for various reasons, I can't tell Pete or Myka.
Or anybody. Not yet.
Something I need done completely off the books.
Not a word.
Hmm? Eh. No one.
Yes, good. All right, good. I'll send you the information.
Yeah.
Well, it's--
I want you to find...
...a certain artefact...
...before it finds me.