NARRATOR: Previously on Warehouse 13:
You came into my house and stole from me...
...and I will respond in kind.
Gone! Someone is undoing my life's work!
They're all here.
Artie, I'm not sure this is everything. Those are shipping supplies.
Ow!
- God, what now? - Yeah, we've gotta get you off that metronome.
- I don't know if it's possible. - You, sir, owe me a dinner.
A very nice dinner.
[♪♪♪]
Steve, how's the research coming?
STEVE: I'm only halfway through the A's.
Do you have any idea how huge the Warehouse database is?
- No, tell me. - You could have just said stupid question.
Stupid question. Well, you know who could help you, though?
Tech savvy girl. Maybe with a bit of punk rock flair and a bit of goth.
If Claudia finds out I'm looking to disconnect myself from the metronome...
- ...she'll just try and stop me. It's dangerous. - Oh, yes, of course. Yeah.
And she'll probably find a way to blame me too.
Hey. Look at me.
- When's the last time you slept? - Right after I died.
Well, how am I supposed to sleep? As long as Claudia feels any pain that I do...
...I'm gonna be stressed out. Not fair she's being punished for saving my life.
Artefacts are not fair.
All right, off I go.
Hey, hey, hey. I'll dive right into this with you as soon as I am back...
- ...and we will find something, all right? - Okay.
Artie-o, Artie-o.
Wherefore art thou, Artie-o?
But, soft, what light through yon umbilicus breaks?
It is the east, and Dr. Vaness-iet is the sun.
Arise, fair sun, and kill the envious moon.
Kill? Yeah, there's a thought.
- Hey, is this new? - No.
- I think it's cute you officially have a girlfriend. - She's not my girlfriend.
- Are you seeing anyone else? Do you want to? - No. No.
- She's your girlfriend. Ooh! - Ooh!
[BARKS]
- Haven't had a girlfriend since Nixon left office. - Well, get thee hence. Go forth and procreate.
Oh, yes, that's what we want, children.
Wait. Where are Pete and Myka? I gave them an assignment.
Assignment? We've been ping-less for 48 hours.
That's a Warehouse record. Where are they? Spill.
Lord, why did you send me such a noodge?
Karma.
- That is new, isn't it? - No.
[WHIMPERS]
[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]
You found it? Is it the right one?
- Make, model and year, as requested. PETE: Uh....
I don't wanna know what jingle bells kinks you are into.
Hey, hey, hey. It's a gift.
[RINGS BELL]
Not an artefact. And, furthermore...
...a show of hands, who here in this room, is not single?
- I rest my case. - So you do have a girlfriend.
ALL EXCEPT ARTIE: Ooh.
[BARKS]
A little advice.
Things have been going rather well...
...and I've been considering asking Vanessa for a more geographical commitment.
You mean like move in together? Here?
Or in Univille, the Paris of the Badlands? Who wouldn't wanna live there?
Good point. Yes.
Perhaps a pied-à-terre in Featherhead is more the ticket.
- It's just that I don't know if the timing is right. - I think it's great idea, Artie.
- You do? - Yeah.
- Thank you. - Is this new?
- Yes. - It's lovely.
ARTIE: Speaking of timing, I'm late.
All right, if you need me, for any reason whatsoever, you call me.
Only if it's important.
PETE: Artie, would you just relax? Okay?
- We're old pros. - Yeah. Go, have a great weekend.
Yes, I intend to.
I'll try.
Don't be yourself.
[BARKING]
[♪♪♪]
KRISTEN: Three hundred dollars. Not bad for an impromptu clothing drive
Thanks to you, Kristen.
All I did was tweet about it.
You're too modest.
Oh, that reminds me, Father...
...Mrs. Thompson was looking for pieces for a bedroom set.
Someone just donated a dressing mirror, I think.
I remember the package. I'll go.
[LIGHT BUZZES THEN POPS]
[GRUNTS]
[♪♪♪]
[CHUCKLES]
Oh, she'll love it.
"Click me."
Oh, goodness. Oh.
[WOMAN LAUGHING]
Hello?
Is someone there?
WOMAN: Help me.
Please, help me.
KRISTEN: Hello?
[THUD]
[KRISTEN LAUGHS]
Kristen?
Are you okay?
[LAUGHING]
Tell me, Father.
Where can I find L'Étoile?
- What? - What?
- I don't know. - What, you don't know-- Where is L'Étoile?
I don't know what--?
Well, maybe this will jog your memory.
[GRUNTING]
Damn, they'll be here soon. I mustn't be late.
L'Étoile. Where is it?
Kristen. Kristen!
- What the devil has gotten into you? - Heh.
Not the devil.
[GRUNTS]
[GIGGLES]
[♪♪♪]
MAN: Look out! WOMAN: Aah!
[TYRES SCREECHING]
[CHUCKLING]
[♪♪♪]
[HORN HONKS THEN TYRES SCREECHING]
Oh, show some skin, Kristen.
[CRASHING]
[♪♪♪]
Aah! Let me out of here, you bastards!
She's such a sweet young lady.
I've never seen her like that.
- It's like she's possessed. - Yeah, well, she does kind of have...
...that whole Linda Blair head-spinning thing going on there.
What's wrong with her?
Father, has Kristen come into contact with any old or unusual objects lately?
We work in a thrift store.
I will kill every one of you!
- She doesn't mean that. - Well, this should be a fun interview.
Hi.
Hello, Kristen. I'm, uh--
Myka Bering.
And Pete Lattimer. Grrr.
Possession and telepathy. An artefact twofer.
Terrific.
Kristen, we think that you may have come into contact...
...with something that's altered you.
When exactly did you--?
You should wear tighter clothes. You're looking hot.
Really? I do a thousand crunches, I'm just like--
Pete.
Do you remember touching something...
...that perhaps you shouldn't have touched?
I know what I'd like to touch.
[SCREAMS]
[KRISTEN LAUGHS]
You almost broke my finger, you psycho!
[IN DEMONIC VOICE] Take an axe and hack it to bits.
Okay.
[LAUGHING IN NORMAL VOICE]
We are not going to get anything out of her.
- Let's go check out that thrift store. - Yeah.
Smile all you want.
Linda Blair's career was never the same.
[♪♪♪]
[SIGHS]
Mm, mm.
[BLOWS THEN SNIFFS]
Mm.
[ZIPS UP]
Once more unto the breach.
- Wow. - Oh.
Just the reaction I was hoping for.
- Hi. - Hi.
Yeah.
Okay, so I need just one more minute.
Relax, make yourself comfortable.
I like that jacket.
What, this old thing?
[♪♪♪]
- You find some place interesting? - The finest, most romantic restaurant in town.
Granted, they don't set the bar very high around here.
Well, it's the company that matters.
And I couldn't ask for better.
Heh. Whoa.
[LAUGHING]
- Shall we? - Oh, yes.
[FOOTSTEPS]
[♪♪♪]
Not gonna let it go, are you?
Oh, you know me so well.
You know, you and I could have totally solved the case of Church Girl Gone Wild.
No, Jinksy had to be all:
[MIMICS STEVE] "You know, I think we should let Pete and Myka handle this one."
That is absolutely me. Do Nicholson.
[IN NORMAL VOICE] Come on. You used to love action and adventure.
Remember, bad guys and guns?
- What are you hiding? - I'm not hiding.
Look, we've been through a lot.
I think that we should just take it easy, for a while.
- Both of us. - Really?
Who died and made you boss of me?
Uh, I did.
What, are you afraid of dying again?
You know you can't die, right?
That's not what I'm afraid of, Claude.
Trust me.
[♪♪♪]
Anything sparking?
No. You know, unfortunately my mother would love this place.
PETE: Ugh. - You?
No. I mean, look, we could be here all night.
[♪♪♪]
Maybe not.
Pete.
Spooky.
PETE: Blood.
Blood, blood.
Blood. Blood, blood, blood.
Hmm. Well, if you say so.
AAh! Click me, huh?
Click you.
Pete, this is mirror glass.
What?
Would you help me with this for a second?
[♪♪♪]
Okay.
MYKA: It's funny. This almost looks like-- - It is.
Oh, my God! The mirror!
[SCREAMING]
MYKA: No.
We locked this in the Dark Vault years ago.
Oh, come on, man. What, artefacts can walk now?
Do you remember the rule of the mirror?
Yeah. Nothing comes out unless something goes in.
Oh, snap. That wasn't Kristen at the hospital.
It was Alice Lidell.
She's free again.
[♪♪♪]
Hey, handsome.
You from around here?
- Heh. Born and raised. - Ooh.
Then you must know where I can find L'Étoile.
Yeah, sure. It's over at Sixth and State. It's a short drive from here.
Ha. Sixth and State.
[MOANS]
My hand is numb.
Is that okay?
Might be too tight, the strap.
Is it, um, tingling?
It was, and now I can't feel anything at all.
Uh....
Well, Eleanor does have a tendency to go a little too tight with these.
Crazy woman thinks she runs this place half the time.
Feels so good.
Mm.
[BOTH CHUCKLE]
♪ All are welcome in wonderland ♪
We're all mad here. Shh.
♪ Off with your head ♪
[GRUNTS]
♪ And life will always get twisted ♪
♪ When you're living it through ♪♪
Sixth and State.
All Alice ever wanted was to be free of the Warehouse.
It looks like the little lunatic got her wish.
- If she gets out of here, she's gonna run. - We could lose her forever.
[♪♪♪]
Hey. Where is she? Where's the girl? She's dangerous.
I know.
- Dude. - She smashed my face and took off.
Secret Service. I need you to shut down this hospital now.
- No one gets in or out. Got me? - But--
Just go!
Why don't women like me?
Pete, we just need to get inside her head, you know, figure out her next move.
I'm not sure psychopathic nut job is in my wheelhouse.
Deep down, she's still a little girl. We just need to think like a child.
Okay, now that's in my wheelhouse.
I just escaped from my magic mirror prison.
I'd wanna get as far away from the two of us as possible.
Where would I go?
MYKA: Pete?
[♪♪♪]
I really need to start looking down.
Pete, she went this way.
Alice! Hands where we can see them!
Alice? Who's Alice?
Knock it off, Wonderland. We know you're in there.
Who are you people?
Where's Father Mitchell?
Is this a hospital?
Pete, Alice wouldn't know who Father Mitchell is.
Okay, all right.
Come on. Here you go.
What's the last thing you remember?
I was in the stock room, unwrapping this mirror that came in...
...and then a bright flash of light, and then--
Nothing.
Yeah, like the whole world just disappeared...
...and all that was left was cold and darkness and--
Silence.
Yeah.
It was horrible. I've never felt so alone.
That's okay.
PETE: What was that?
Pete, that's exactly how I felt when I was trapped in Lewis Carroll's mirror.
That's not Alice.
Then where is she?
If I had to guess, she's inside someone else.
Wait. Somebody else? You think she's figured out how to jump bodies?
I don't know, but if she has, I mean, she could be anyone.
Hey! Where's my ambulance?
[SIREN WAILING]
And she's mobile.
CLAUDIA: Heading due south, a few miles from your location.
Uploading the coordinates to the Highlander's GPS.
- Wherever that goes, you'll be able to find it. - Awesome. Thanks, Claude.
Mirror's destroyed. You need to find something to extract and contain Alice.
STEVE: Aye, captain.
- Spock and Uhura out. - Thanks.
- I like it when I get to be Spock. - Oh, you're hilarious.
Okay, now, I really wanna understand this.
Alice in Wonderland is actually a real account of a homicidal maniac trapped in a mirror...
- ...that we have in the Warehouse? - Had. Freaky. That was locked down tight.
Okay, two jobs: One, find a containment artefact for Alice...
...and two, figure out how the mirror got out.
[♪♪♪]
Paging Leena, please retrieve the Dodgson file and meet your party in the Dark Vault.
[RATTLING]
I made that.
Sylvia Plath's typewriter can suck the life out of a person.
Don't get too close.
Yeah, that'll slow her down, but it won't draw her out.
Maybe her escape had something to do with the properties of the mirror?
Could she have found a way out on her own? She was resourceful.
It's more likely the mirror got out first, not Alice.
Somebody set her free.
Hello.
[♪♪♪]
That's the same thing Artie and I saw the other day.
Please do 'splain. You've seen one of these before?
There was a box of black diamonds at the storage space.
What storage space?
Where the artefacts were stored.
What are you talking about?
- Artie said he was gonna tell you. - What?
Someone's been stealing artefacts from the Warehouse...
- ...and sending them out into the world. - So many questions.
He wouldn't say much, but he seemed to know who it was.
- Clearly someone with a beef against him. - I'm gonna have to check the security feeds.
So these are what, the Pink Panther's calling card?
Where is Lewis Carroll's mirror?
Gone, broken, and Alice is loose in Rapid City.
So we're looking for a new, permanent home for little Miss Cray-Cray.
Liang-569, the trap section.
Oh, my God.
[VOICE SCREECHES THEN CACKLING]
[♪♪♪]
PETE: Bupkis up front.
MYKA: The tyre's warm.
Okay, the crash must have just happened. She can't have gotten far.
Yep. Not without new wheels.
There's nothing.
Pete. Over there.
- Bloody hell. - Let's go.
Alice!
Hey!
[LAUGHING]
- Who the hell are you? - I'm you.
[LAUGHING]
- That's how she's body-jumping. - She's got a piece of the mirror.
Love to stay and play...
[IN ALTERED VOICE] ...but I have a very important date.
- You put out the flames, I'll turn off the gas. - Okay.
So you still think she's a little girl?
- I think it's time we called Artie. - Yeah.
They should be done with dessert.
VANESSA: Okay. ARTIE: Yep.
It was a bicycle that my father gave me for my seventh birthday.
And it was all, like, pinky and shiny, and it had this cute little basket on the back of it.
And it had tassels hanging from the handlebars.
- And the only thing it was missing-- - Was a shiny copper bell?
I've told you this story.
Okay. Well, that happens sometimes, at this age.
- Mm-hm. - Your name's Artie, right?
- How do I know you? - Heh.
I could hear you tell that story a thousand times just to see that look in your eyes...
...when you tell it.
[ELEGANT MUSIC PLAYING]
Vanessa, I've been thinking...
...we have these little rendezvous once a month.
And maybe we should do it more?
I'd like that.
You would?
I have something for you.
It's okay, it's nothing fancy.
It's just something that I'm absolutely positive...
- ...you don't have. - Ooh.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
Sorry.
All right, Pete, this better be so important.
Alice Lidell is loose.
Alice?
- Where? - Rapid City, South Dakota.
- Why is she in Rapid City? - Well, because that's where L'Étoile is, I guess.
L'Étoile?
Look, the EMT that Alice body-jacked said she was in a hurry...
...to get to something called L'Étoile, and Myka says it means star in French.
ARTIE: Yeah.
It's also a restaurant.
Compliments of the house.
What?
[♪♪♪]
We happen to be at L'Étoile right now. I think you should absolutely join us.
It's got the best tiramisu in all of South Dakota.
Hurry before it's eighty-sixed.
- Artie? - Uh....
You know, nature calls.
I understand.
So sorry. Somebody look out for that poor girl!
Come on.
Where are the people from this table? Where, damn it?
[FIRE ALARM BLARING]
[PANICKED CHATTERING]
PETE: Yeah, this has Alice written all over it.
MYKA: Yeah, we should check with Artie.
Artie? Where are you?
ARTIE: Yeah, turn around.
- Pete. Over here. - Yeah.
Hey. So where's Alice?
Alice. Well, inside our waitress.
Yeah, probably not anymore. She's got a new trick up her sleeve.
Girlfriend can body-jump.
Oh, great.
What does she want? What is she doing here?
- And how did she get out of the Warehouse? - Let's not worry about that now.
Focus on what is she doing here, what does she want?
We thought it was about her being free but it doesn't look like she's on the run.
She's hunting something or someone.
Me.
She's hunting me.
LEENA: Looks like somebody's behind on inventory in this section.
I figured I'd get to it sometime before my 40th birthday.
- Save the date. - What exactly are we looking for?
- This. - Okay, so the Warehouse agents...
...who wrote Alice in Wonderland incorporated artefacts in the narrative.
Like, the Mad Hatter is based on King George III's crown...
...which causes madness.
And the stoner Caterpillar?
Well, it says based on Hakim Abul Fateh Gilani...
...16th-century physician whose hookah could draw a person's spirit...
- ...out of their body and trap it. - Sounds perfect.
Now, where is it?
[♪♪♪]
Okay, you guys look here, I'll check the next aisle.
Spartacus's retiarius.
Rube Goldberg's wire collection.
Ebenezer Thorndike's lobster trap.
Hey, is that it?
- Where? Up at the top? - Yes.
Hmm. Come to Mamasita.
Careful. None of that stuff looks like it's nailed down.
Oh, have a little faith. If I get to the top of this thing...
- ...I'm naming it Mount Donovan. - Heh.
[GRUNTING]
CLAUDIA: Heads!
Yow!
CLAUDIA: What the hell was that? - Claudia. Are you okay?
Yeah. Yup, all good, Jinksy.
- You're absolutely sure. - I'm fine.
- You feel any pain? - God, yes. It was just a quick--
Wait. Did Artie tell you about my phantom pains?
Yeah. Yeah.
Ugh. That's why you're being so soft and squishy today.
Are you protecting me?
Yeah.
Oh, silly wabbit. Girl wonders can't be killed.
[♪♪♪]
Steve. What's going on between you and Claudia?
- What? Nothing. - Your auras just swapped back and forth.
No, they didn't.
I know what I saw, and I have only ever seen that once before. And it didn't end well.
All right. Saddle up, Jinksy.
We'll talk about this later.
Let's go smoke us out a psychopath. Takes one to find one.
Be careful.
Okay, Claudia and Steve are on their way...
...with the Fateh Gilani hookah. Now we have to find Alice.
PETE: She could be inside any of these people.
She's probably still here, watching us.
I mean, watching you.
All right, while you two play Where's Wacko...
...Mykes, you still have those sunglasses with the mirrors?
- What? ARTIE: Yeah, no, no.
That's excellent. She'll show up in the reflection.
Oh. Look at you, having ideas.
I have ideas.
Most of them are illegal.
It's so much more exciting out here in the field.
Yeah. Well, on this date, I was hoping for an entirely different kind of excitement.
[♪♪♪]
PETE: Hey, hey.
No.
MYKA: No?
Excuse me. Sparky.
- No. No. MYKA: No?
PETE: Hello. MYKA: Ladies.
PETE: Hey. - Hi.
Let's see.
No.
Maybe we could do dinner later?
MYKA: Pete.
If that mad monk thinks he can catch me with my britches down...
- What? - ...he's got-- What? Nothing, I--
Just stay behind me.
Hey, we're supposed to be protecting you, remember?
Maybe Alice decided to take off.
No, no. She's here, Mykes. I mean, I'm having major vibe-age.
Alice Lidell!
MAN: Shots fired!
Give us the shard!
MYKA: Pete!
PETE: Myka, she jumped out of the fireman.
There.
PETE: Secret Service! Stay back!
Out of the way!
Okay.
- Okay. - Please let this be Alice.
No, it's not Alice.
- Well, at least we know what she wants now. - Yeah, she wants to kill Artie.
[♪♪♪]
And she could be anyone when she does it.
[♪♪♪]
PETE: Don't worry, Artie.
MYKA: Yeah, we'll find her. - Yeah.
How are we gonna find her?
I mean, we can't make everyone in Rapid City look in a mirror.
It seems to me if she's looking for us, we've a slight advantage.
Right. We should set a trap.
And I know just the bait.
Come on.
[♪♪♪]
- Somebody order a soul-sucking hookah? ARTIE: Good. Excellent.
All right, let's get the lay of the land. Two, three, four-- I count five, five exits.
Claudia, you take the front. Steve, take the two at the back.
- You two take the two up in the mezzanine. - You?
I'm gonna be right here in the open, where Alice can see me.
We can scope her out by using the reflective surfaces of the marble.
- Or mirrors? - Or mirrors. That's why you get the big bucks.
- Bucks? There are no bucks. ARTIE: Fine.
- When she gets close, you use the hookah. - Will do.
- When we catch her, what then? - Well, what I'd prefer to do...
...is bronze the little lunatic.
But she has no corporeal form, so the next best thing is back into the Dark Vault.
Unless you have a better plan?
Well, maybe we....
Probably not.
- What makes you so sure she'll show up? - She's a predator, I'm her prey.
She'll not rest until she's made her kill. Trust me.
All right, up in the mezzanine.
Claudia, you keep an eye on the front door by hiding behind that plant over there.
- Don't let Alice see you. - Thank God.
I was gonna jump up and down and yell, "Hey, over here."
You made your point.
Thank you.
Steve. Shouldn't you be back at the Warehouse not getting hurt?
Artie, I have to tell Claudia about the metronome.
First things first.
Back doors.
Where's my mirror?
You, my dear, are going as far away from here as possible.
- That is not gonna happen. - I'm not arguing--
- I'm a member of this organisation. - Not a field agent.
I'm the Warehouse doctor.
Have any idea how many agents' lives I've saved? Including yours?
- I was hoping not to need a doctor this time. - I care about you.
- I care about you-- - Then this doesn't have come to fisticuffs.
You have five exits, four pairs of eyes. You need mine, end of story.
All right, stand by the elevators.
- That's as far away from here as possible. - Artie.
- Yeah. - This is a Peppermint Pattie.
Sorry.
Go on, take a breath, relax.
Just pretend to use your Farnsworth or something.
Oh, that's smart.
Yup. We make a good team.
Yep, you guys are definitely not vampires. Good game.
I'm all clear.
All clear here. Now we just wait and watch.
I just-- I wish that--
Never mind, it's....
What? What is it? Something's been bugging you. What is it?
It's just, you know, I was trapped in that mirror for a few hours.
Imagine a little girl trapped in there for over a hundred years.
It must be horrible.
Yeah, well, she was already a bit of a homicidal maniac...
...before the agents put her in there.
- Do you know how she got that way? - Yeah.
No.
[LAUGHS]
She was at this tea party at the home of Charles Dodgson.
Oh, oh, a.k.a. Lewis Carroll.
You see? I retain.
Very good.
Anyway, Curious Alice found Dodgson's handgun...
...and her mother tried to take it away, and when she did, it went off...
...and she watched her mother die in front of the mirror...
...that eventually became her prison.
Look, it's pretty tragic.
But, on the other hand, she's trying to kill Artie, so, oh, well.
I know, it's just the Warehouse has this nasty habit of turning people psycho.
Yeah. Yeah, well, tick-tock on us.
Come on.
Come on, Alice, I'm right here. Where the hell are you?
[♪♪♪]
Beg your pardon, but do you know which room Arthur Nielsen is staying in?
Oh, I'm sorry, sir. We're not allowed to give away that information.
Hotel policy.
Yes, but you do know which room, don't you?
Excuse me.
[MAN GRUNTING]
VANESSA: Artie!
Vanessa.
Stop.
Stop! Or I'll cut her wide open!
[LAUGHING]
Oh, my God. It's not me she wants. It's Vanessa.
VANESSA: No! Stop it!
- Way to go, doc! - Find the shard.
Vanessa. Did she hurt you?
- No, she held this mirror to my face. - You're all right, you're all right.
- I hope you know how to use that thing. - Open lid, extract spirit.
- You wanna stand back. - It's not here.
- The bellhop doesn't have the mirror shard. - Then where's Alice?
ARTIE: She's right over here.
VANESSA: Hm.
- Artie. - Hands in the air.
- Drop it! - Oh, ha-ha-ha.
I can slit his jugular as quick as any of you can squeeze off a shot.
Alice. Alice, it's me you want. You let Vanessa go.
Take me instead.
Artie, you and I both know this is about so much more than that.
Don't you get it?
Artie! Artie!
CLAUDIA: Artie!
Your brother Adrian released the mirror, sent you to kill Vanessa.
That's the plan, isn't it? To punish me for not undoing the astrolabe?
See what happens when you play with someone else's toys?
The people you love are made to suffer.
You could've killed her before we came up, but you didn't do it.
Real suffering is knowing what lies just beyond your grasp...
...yet never being able to reach it.
I'm gonna keep this body for a little while.
And I'm gonna do some unspeakable things to it--
Before I cut your beloved Vanessa's throat.
- Ooh! - Sorry, Vanessa.
- Claudia, now! - Suck on this, Alice.
[PETE COUGHING]
[GASPS]
STEVE: Claudia?
To hell with the bloody plan.
Myka, hold her!
Cover your eyes.
Get out of my friend, you bitch!
No!
- Myka, you got a bag? - Yeah. Okay, okay.
[ALICE SCREAMS]
[ALL PANTING]
- Are you all right? - Yeah. Yeah. No, I am.
I'm not sure if Claudia is.
ARTIE: Guess you'll have a story to tell her.
[GRUNTS THEN GROANS]
- Vanessa? - My ribs hurt.
Yeah, I bet they do.
Oh, that's more in my head.
- Oh, Pete, don't get up yet. It's okay. - Okay.
- Dude, what did you do to your shoulder? - Huh?
Oh. Uh....
Oh, my God.
- Oh, my shoulder is killing me. - Okay.
Yeah, I think that you and Steve need to have a little conversation.
A what? Ah, ow, ow!
Vanessa, we got her.
It's over.
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Yeah.
All right, so we're heading home.
Dr. V, a pleasure as always.
Artie, I'll see you in the morning.
Jingle, jingle.
Actually, I'm gonna go too.
You're leaving?
- This was a mistake. - Well, not one of our top 10 dates...
- ...but I thought-- - Not the date.
This.
Us.
What?
Look, I've always believed...
...that the life of a Warehouse agent, by necessity...
...had to be one of solitude, isolation.
And then you came into mine.
And you gave me hope that I could have more. But after seeing your life threatened...
...simply because I care about you, no, this was a mistake.
And as long as we're together, you'll be a target. I can't--
Hold on, hold on. A few hours ago, you wanted to up our game, and now it's just over?
Don't you understand?
Anything more than a platonic relationship is just too risky.
- Some risks are worth taking. - Some are not.
Look, we'll see each other at the Warehouse from time to time.
- No. - What?
No. You don't get to just quit on us.
- That's not how this works. - After what happened--
It happens in this job. Being connected to the Warehouse...
- ...involves danger on a regular basis. - No, no. This is not a debate.
My life has become....
My life has become more complicated than I realised.
And I cannot do this right now.
I'm sorry, Vanessa.
It's over.
Hey.
I don't know what's going on with you.
But when you wake up and realise that cutting yourself off...
...from the people who love you is a truly terrible idea...
...call me.
I am not going anywhere.
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So that's where the phantom pains are coming from.
I'm sorry.
- How's the shoulder? - It's still a little stabby.
- Regretting bringing me back yet? - You just should've told me, Steve.
Well, now you know how it feels.
Okay, touché.
Well, I was hoping to disconnect myself first.
What? Ow. No. Ow.
Okay. The metronome is the only thing keeping you alive.
I can handle a little pain, apparently.
And if I get mortally wounded, can you handle a little death? That doesn't work for me.
Look, now that I know, we'll figure this out together.
We are a team, are we not?
Yes.
Come on, they're waiting for us.
CLAUDIA: Ow, ow, ow! - Sorry. I'm sorry.
Artie didn't want to talk about what happened tonight?
No. Just grumpier than usual, which is saying a lot.
- Hey. - Claudia, however, found something...
...in the Dark Vault that might tell us how the mirror got out.
Jinksy says that someone from Artie's past has been breaking into the Warehouse...
- ...and sending out artefacts. - What?
Undoing his life's work as a Warehouse agent.
Nothing's on the security feeds.
That explains why I've been having the vibes.
- Not why Artie's keeping us out of the loop. STEVE: Or what black diamonds mean.
Look, guys, let's not panic. He's probably just trying to protect us.
Yes, but from whom?
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First, Hugo.
Now Vanessa.
You're the one cutting me off from the people that I care about, not me.
You're the one, Adrian, not me.
Not me!
Safe.
That's safe.
I don't know how you're getting in here.
But if you're here now...
...know this...
...you coward!
Coward!
I will find you...
...and I will stop you.
Stop you. I'll stop you.
I'll stop you.
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