Previously on Warehouse 13:
He killed my friend.
An alchemist used a stone to keep my body from ageing.
If I blow your heart out, do you think that will stop you?
I guess that's Charlotte.
No! Myka!
A poisoned dart.
- A 15-year-old boy? - Yeah. Nick Powell.
Why don't you come to South Dakota?
Nick. Hey. How's it going, man?
We could be looking at ovarian cancer.
- Hey, Mykes. - Hey.
- Heh. What are you doing up? - It's time for my 3 a.m. sandwich.
- It's 1 a.m. - I'm still on East Coast time.
What's your excuse? Oh, wait. No, no, no.
Let me guess. You're re-reading the manual, again.
Do you remember our first night here?
- Ugh. - It was all so new and exciting.
A world of endless wonder.
I'm just so glad that we got to see it.
Okay, what's wrong?
Pete, I have cancer.
No.
No. You went to the doctor three days ago...
...and you're just telling me now? "I have cancer."
You're just telling me now? Myka, are you gonna die?
Myka? Is something wrong?
What? No. Heh.
No, I was just thinking about... stuff.
- Let's go get you your sandwich. - Yeah.
We can't wake up Pete.
- Why? - Because I'm starving.
- I'm about to steal his 3 a.m. sandwich. - Okay.
- Hey, Claud. - Steve was looking for you earlier.
No, I gathered from his copious texts, e-mails and calls.
- Hello. - Oh, so close.
- Why aren't you asleep? - Sleep is for suckers, okay?
It's hoagie time up in here.
Ha! Listen, we got a ping. A big one.
This is something I've been after a long time. This is an old....
Nick? You're here, listening.
- Yeah, Claudia and I got back-- - That's nice. It's late. You look tired.
I thought....
I thought you told me you would find a place for him that was not here.
There aren't a lot of alternatives to foster care for a kid like Nick.
- I've got more digging to do, but-- - Then go dig.
In case nobody's told you, the Warehouse happens to be a secret.
Oh, good. Thank you. Let me warm that up for you.
- No! - Sucker!
- Come on, let's go. - Is there any way...
...this ping could wait until tomorrow?
No, can't wait. I've been waiting for years. We have to act right now.
Or what? You won't make Warehouse Employee of the Month?
Of the century!
We let this slip through our fingers now, we may never get it again.
Or worse, somebody could swoop in and claim it.
- Swoop in and claim what? - It's the treasure of Roaring Dan Seavey.
- Who? - He's a pirate.
A pirate who stole a collection of artefacts from Warehouse 12.
And we are gonna steal them back.
During the transition between Warehouse 12 and Warehouse 13...
..the HMS Avalon, which was a cargo ship...
...was laden with artefacts.
It was besieged off the Atlantic Coast by pirates.
Led by Roaring Dan Seavey, these brigands looted the Avalon...
...absconding with several crates of artefacts...
...and claiming the life of Agent David Wolcott.
Heh. Oh, man. Killed by a pirate? That's how I wanna go out.
So whatever happened to Dan Seavey?
Vanished for 100 years.
No Warehouse agent has ever been able to find him...
...or the artefacts that he stole.
But I have a lead.
This is one-half of a puzzle box...
...that was actually built by Roaring Dan.
I, 18 years ago, borrowed it from the Smithsonian.
I know when the two halves of the box are put together...
...it will somehow reveal where his hideout is.
- Now, when you say "borrowed" -- - And Dan was notoriously-- No.
--paranoid about the location and protecting his stash.
So I'm assuming that your lead is the other half of that puzzle box?
Yes, that's right. I managed to trace it...
...to a black-market dealer in antiquities...
...and I finally convinced him to let us buy his half.
One condition. We have to meet this dealer in Upstate New York...
...in exactly five hours or the deal is off.
Why so small a window?
Well, black-market dealers, they tend to be a little skittish.
They don't wanna give time to bring the authorities.
But now we need to get a move on and shuffle off to Buffalo.
- Ah. Yes, Buffalo. Birthplace of the hot wing. - Healthiest part of the chicken.
Well, well, well. She lives.
Mm. What is all this stuff and does it have anything to do with me?
Backlog mission reports and, no, I drew the short straw...
- ...but you're welcome to help. - Pass.
By the way, thanks for maxing out my voice, text, and data plans, Mr. Cyber-Stalker.
If I was stalking you, I would have known where you were at 1:00.
I took Nick to a Dead Rent concert...
...and it's a long drive back from Featherhead, Mom.
Still, wouldn't have killed you to call.
Okay. You, sir, are in an official snit.
- What gives? - It's Nick.
- What about him? - He's been here three days...
...and I still haven't heard an honest word from him.
Even a simple question like, "Where are you from?" He dodges it like a bullet.
A kid from the streets lying to an adult he just met.
That never happens.
You need to be more careful around him.
He's 15 and homeless.
He's withdrawn, guarded, mistrustful. Three of my best friends at that age.
And I get that you wanna protect him. I do.
All I'm saying is just....
Keep your eyes open, okay?
And do you think you could maybe be more older brother and less big brother?
Mm-hm.
Okay, deal.
Now I must go bathe in caffeine.
- Was everything all right? - I'm in, aren't I?
I'll text you when we're a go. This one can't be traced.
- And don't forget to floss, dear. - Yes, Mother.
Can you sense it? Can you feel it?
We're this close to solving a historic Warehouse mystery.
Kind of a strange place to be selling a priceless antiquity.
We should be looking for a quaint storefront, Ye Old Black Market.
- Any idea what this dealer looks like? - No, but when we find him...
...my name is Mr. Fisher.
- Fisher. - Fisher.
That's him.
It's on.
Agent Jinks, hey, just the guy I wanted to see. You got a sec?
I'm kind of busy, Nick. Maybe later?
Next time you feel like calling me a liar, why don't you just do it to my face?
Okay, so, Claudia told you about our conversation. It's just--
Because you're right.
I haven't been honest with you. I'm really sorry.
You guys have been, like, really nice.
And I'm not used to people being nice.
What I am used to is lying...
...stealing...
...getting beaten up and not being able to trust another living soul...
...for what feels like 500 years, and I--
I'm just.... I'm so damn tired of it.
All I want is for, like, a normal life.
That's the first honest thing you've said to me in three days.
Oh. Okay. We're doing this now.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that I've been a pain in the ass.
Um.... Can I, like, buy you lunch or something?
My treat. Well, Claudia gave me the money, but....
Well, thanks, but I got paperwork.
Yeah, looks like mountains of it.
Yep, never ends.
You're here for the puzzle box.
- Mr. Nielsen. - My name is Fisher.
- I can verify that. Clyde Fisher. - Your name is Arthur Nielsen.
We know that voice.
Pete Lattimer. Myka Bering.
Charlotte Dupres.
What the hell are you doing here?
I've come to make a deal.
Roaring Dan Seavey's puzzle box.
Exquisite, isn't it?
It's a coincidence that you have it, don't you think, Char?
I collect items of historical significance, Mr. Lattimer.
And what a storied past lies behind this little beauty.
Could we just please move this along?
When we last met, you people broke into my home.
You stole from me. And, oh, yes, you shot me...
- ...which might explain my being cautious. - You started it with the shotgun.
Nevertheless, if you want my half, it's going to cost you.
Fine. What's the price?
Oh, no, I'm not interested in chump change, Mr. Nielsen.
No, I have got my eye on a far greater prize.
What do you want?
Dan Seavey was one of the most successful pirates of his time.
His unrecovered fortune would be worth tens of millions today.
But, you see, I need your half of the puzzle box to get it.
- We don't have the puzzle box. - I don't have it.
Oh, please.
It was stolen from the Smithsonian years ago by a man with a ray gun...
...which, at the time, sounded positively absurd...
...until you two zapped me with one.
So thought I'd put my half up for sale and see if I could smoke you out.
Oh, fine. We have half the puzzle box.
Our half, not for sale.
Thought as much. But I would be willing to combine our respective halves...
...and split Dan's fortune 50-50.
Now, you can't say that's not fair.
Partners?
- Can we just--? Give us a second. - Wait. Wait. Wait.
- Here we go. - No, hold on.
You're not seriously considering this?
Yes, I am. She holds the key to the lost artefact.
Those artefacts have stayed lost for 100 years.
- I know. - They will keep for another 100.
- No, you don't understand. Listen-- - Listen to me. This woman is clearly a liar.
Listen, there is a reason that she has dragged us here to Buffalo.
I'm telling you, the wings are legendary.
- Put some ranch dressing on them. - Will you listen.
- Hey, just stay cool. - Listen to me.
Roaring Dan targeted ships from the Atlantic to the Great Lakes.
And Charlotte must have evidence that his stash is somewhere in this region.
We cannot risk her finding the artefacts without us there.
Keep your enemies closer.
Yes. And don't worry, she won't be with us for very long.
All right, Ms. Dupres.
Partners.
So, where were we?
We were partners. Where the hell have you been?
Well, Artie wouldn't stop at a single Denny's.
Ha, ha. You have it everywhere.
What would I do without you?
Okay, wait a minute. There's that look again.
Myka, what's wrong?
On my physical, the doctor found something.
I have cancer.
No!
Myka, Myka, Myka.
Ha, ha. Earth to Myka. Why do you keep zoning out on me?
What is with you today?
Nothing. No. There's nothing wrong.
Let's just stay focused on the mission.
- Not until you tell me what's wrong. - Pete, just forget it, okay?
Pete, Myka, come here and look at this.
Come here, come here. Look at this.
Ha, ha. I gotta say, I'm very excited.
What the...? What is that?
Combination to Davy Jones' locker?
No, I think it's, uh, longitude and latitude. They're coordinates.
No. No!
So, what, is this puzzle box a one-shot deal?
Wait a minute. Tell me you got it.
You have to ask?
Okay, this is about as specific as it gets.
It's somewhere within 100 yards of here.
Looks like somebody was a bit too literal about taking his secrets to the grave.
It's a good place to hide a lifetime of plunder.
We're gonna cover more ground if we split up.
Charlotte, you two go that way and shout if you find anything.
- You do the same. - All right.
- Hey, Artie. - Yeah?
We're not gonna have to dig up any dead bodies, are we?
Because I promise you, it only looks cool in the movies.
Dan put the coordinates in the puzzle box for a reason.
There's gotta be something here. All right, Pete, you check that way.
Yeah.
- Artie! - What?
"Jonathan P. Tann."
- That was the name of his first mate, right? - Yeah.
- Seaman. - Yeah. Please.
His headstone, it's not made of stone.
No, this is moulded concrete.
A more secure puzzle box, perhaps.
Auguste Rodin's sculpting tools.
They have the power to reveal shapes hidden inside objects.
- Hey, how come that bag always has exactly--? - Ah-ah-ah. You'll jinx it.
Well, that doesn't look like a treasure.
Looks like an electric metre.
"N-F-P-C--"
First, we have to lose Charlotte and the giant. And then--
What the hell? Aah!
I knew I couldn't trust you.
Thank you, Lars, and thank you, Warehouse 13.
Hey. Okay. So which would you prefer, sandy beaches or rocky mountains?
Because I just found two kick-ass youth shelters...
- ...in Miami and-- - Whatever.
The sooner I get away from your partner, the better.
What?
Why? What happened?
Steve and I just got into it, something fierce.
That seems....
God, he said he'd be cool.
Well, I guess not.
No matter what I say, that guy's never gonna believe me.
Hey.
Let me handle him, okay? Come here.
Well, that was shocking.
Duplicitous minx!
She double-crossed my double-cross.
Look, we know where she went, though, right? I mean, NFPC.
Niagara Falls Power Company.
Construction began in 1897...
...the same period that Roaring Dan was active in this area.
I think his stash has gotta be buried under here.
An uber-rich loner with a secret underground lair.
Right? Like, who is this guy, Spider-Man?
What? Oh, my God, no!
Spider-Man lives in Queens with his aunt. Batman--
Pete, moderate your Comic-Con panel later.
What's Comic-Con?
Whoa.
You know what I think?
Nikola Tesla designed a lot of this.
- Hey, guys. - Yeah?
These metre thingies. They look just like the one that was in that headstone.
You're right. And I'll bet one of these is the key to Dan's hideout.
Guys, I think Charlotte already found it.
Wonder if....
Avast, me hearties. Let's go snag us some artefacts.
Yes, indeed.
Tell him that Steve Jinks called.
I was just about to come looking for you.
- What's up? - I think you and I need to have...
...some serious words about Nick.
Sure, but....
Is that alarm coming from your computer?
That sounds like the intruder alert you told me you set up.
We gotta get to the Warehouse.
If Charlotte got here ahead of us...
...she could have already found the Warehouse 12 crates.
Artie, relax. She'd probably just mistake them for a bunch of junk and--
- Whoa, whoa. - Whoa, whoa!
It's Lars.
He's dead.
That never happens at Comic-Con.
I'm no doctor, but I'm pretty sure...
...the head is not supposed to twist like that.
- His neck is broken. - Given the unnatural angle...
...I would say his neck was forcibly snapped.
He must have died instantly.
You know, I think that....
Myka, what's wrong?
What? Nothing's wrong.
Look, just judging by the dagger in his hand...
...he and Charlotte must have turned on one another, right?
There's no blood. He never got a chance to use it.
Okay, wait, I'm sorry.
All right, are we saying that Charlotte took out a guy over a foot taller than she is?
Look at his body position.
He was obviously running up the stairs to get out.
Maybe Charlotte found an artefact and used it on him?
All the more reason for us to snag and bag them...
...before she uses an artefact on us.
Who else could the intruder possibly be if not Nick?
Wait until we get there before you start pointing fingers?
- When was the last time you saw him? - Nick knows nothing about the Warehouse.
I've got this place locked down tighter than Mrs. Frederic's weave.
Only person who gets past my security protocols is me.
But if he could, what would he have to do first...
...cut the power to Artie's office?
Well, yeah. I mean, technically.
Yeah. But if the lights are on out here, chances are they're still gonna be on in....
This proves nothing.
There's gotta be a glitch somewhere.
Freaky. Everything looks normal.
Let there be light.
- Can you tell if there's anyone out there? - If there's anything I can't do, I'll let you know.
FYI, there's not.
- Thermal imaging. - Yeah, that blue spot...
...is the Dark Vault, a breezy 66 degrees. All good there.
That red zone, the Lehmann Fornax, a balmy 120.
- There. - Oh, the Bronze Sector?
Since everyone there is still alive, they radiate faint traces of heat.
Right.
- Where are you going? - To check the Bronze Sector.
With all those heat signatures...
- ...it's a perfect hiding spot. - I'm going with you.
No. No, no. I need your eyes up here watching my back.
Just give me a shout if you see anybody coming my way.
Seriously doubt it. But take this.
This is nuts.
You have to wait until we can clear the room!
Don't worry. We're fine. Nothing is gonna kill you, Myka.
I know what you're thinking.
You do?
Yeah, Charlotte whacked Lars so she could keep all of Roaring Dan's loot for herself.
Yeah, you read my mind.
Guys, come here. Look at this.
Ah.
Well, shiver me timbers.
Look at this.
It looks like Dan tried to replicate the interior of his ship, the Wanderer.
Doesn't look like Charlotte's been here yet.
Well...
...let's hope.
Think Dan lived here?
Most historians say he died in 1949...
...but the truth is he fell off the map decades earlier.
Guys!
Check out Bonesy McDead over here!
- Roaring Dan Seavey, I'd imagine. - Oh, it's him all right. Take a look at this.
During the raid on the ship Avalon, it's said he lost a couple of fingers.
And scored some serious bling in--
We're here for artefacts, not treasure.
Look around.
There's no point in the three of us searching the same room.
I'm gonna check out the hall.
Hey, I'm running a diagnostic on the Warehouse systems and....
Claudia, check the thermal imaging. In Caretto-0801.
- I think there's somebody behind me, hurry. - Checking right now.
- Oh, my God, Jinksy, watch your six. - Oh, my God.
Oh, my God, no.
- Steve, what is it? - Claudia, go.
Get the hell out of the Warehouse, now!
What? Why? What's...?
You're dead.
She killed you!
Steve!
Jinksy!
- Marcus. - You remember me.
- That's good. - No.
No.
Children shouldn't play with guns.
- How did you kill your bodyguard? - I didn't. We were attacked.
- By whom? - I don't know!
But we're not the only ones down here!
If Roaring Dan actually tried to replicate the original cabin...
...these captains, they often had escape hatches down to the cargo hold...
...so if their ship was under attack...
...they could go down, grab their plunder, and get out.
So we look for a hidden passage. I love hidden passages!
This....
That could have a false bottom...
...and hide a passageway.
Man, my timbers are shivering. Did it just get cold in here?
What's that?
Holy crap!
Artie!
It's the noise. The noise, Artie, the noise!
The noise is its kryptonite. Make noise!
Artie, Artie, Artie.
- Are you all right? - Yeah.
- Are you all right? - Think so.
- What the hell was that? - I don't know.
Artie. I found Charlotte.
She claims, get this, that some sort of smoke monster killed her bodyguard.
Yeah, it just tried to kill me too.
I know, right? She's....
- Wait, what? - I'll explain later. Just get here now. Hurry!
Twenty miles of Warehouse, I find the one dead end.
Oh.
- Wrong turn. - I killed you. You can't be here.
Yet here I am.
- What did you do with Steve? - I replaced his ghostly pallor...
...with a nice bronze glow.
You bronzed him? Why? What the hell do you want?
Heh. Nice try.
No, the dagger wasn't a weapon. It was treasure he picked up.
Exactly, treasure. Exactly the same as when I moved these coins.
That's when it came again.
- It was like a really angry shadow. - Exactly.
A shadow that protects treasure.
Doesn't that seem strange to you?
- Not really. - I've seen stranger.
- Artie! - Yeah?
That thing, it went down under the carpet, into the floor, now....
If its job is to guard Dan's stash--
- Then there could be a hatch. - Yeah.
Okay, we can....
There's gotta be some kind of mechanism that unlocks this thing.
Go, look for a switch.
Hey, guys. Check it out.
Look alive, ye scurvy dogs. There be stormy seas ahead.
Why do you always have to--? Aah!
Found the switch.
Hang on, Jinksy.
Artie and his stupid spit locks.
Oh, my God.
Prepare to be bypassed.
- You all right there, Artie? - I'm fine. The floor broke my fall.
Oh, my God.
Ha, ha. This is it. Dan's fortune.
Oh, my God, Artie. You did it!
- We found it! - We did it!
Finally, the Warehouse 12 missing artefacts.
Wait, first, we have to find the artefact...
...that is causing that smoke thing killer to come--
Bag it before tall, dark, and neck-snappy shows up.
- Copy that. - Okay, Artie...
...how are we supposed to find the artefact...
...if we're not supposed to touch anything?
I know. Look at the outside of the crates. They have manifests. Just check those out.
Maybe one of them will have a clue.
I'm not seeing anything that says:
"Causes murderous smoke monster" on any of these labels.
How about you, Mykes?
Me, neither, but, look, it's gotta be here somewhere. So just keep looking.
- What are you doing? - I didn't do anything?
- Ah. Her. - Oh, nothing.
- Just checking my e-mails. - This was never about Dan's treasure.
Was it, Charlotte?
This has always been about the artefacts.
Artefacts? What artefacts?
The artefacts that you knew were down here...
- ...that you used us to find! - What?
- I was only ever here for the-- - No, no, no!
- No, no, no!
Make noise! That's what's gonna scare it!
It doesn't like noise!
It's not working!
- Oh, my God, she's.... - Dead.
So I take it back.
Being killed by a pirate is a crappy way to die.
Really?
Is there a good way?
- What's with her? - I don't know. Something's....
So sound isn't what chased off Old Slim Shady after all, but what made him run?
I don't know, I think it's just a question of pitch.
Maybe it's the composition of the brass. We need the bell.
- What was that, Artie? - Smoke? I don't know.
But from everything I've seen, I think it's some kind of psychic extension or projection.
- Projection of who? - Roaring Dan Seavey.
When that smoke monster thing was choking Charlotte...
...I noticed that it only had three fingers on one hand just like the skeleton upstairs.
So even from the grave, Dan's keeping an eye on his booty.
Now all we need to do is find out what artefact he used.
Let's just keep looking at the manifest.
And carefully!
Because we don't wanna touch anything.
I got Thaddeus Cahill's telharmonium keyboard, which causes synesthesia.
No.
Robert the Bruce's tartan inspires unyielding defiance.
Guys, this box is empty.
What?
One jewel-studded unicursal hexagram amulet belonging to Aleister Crowley.
Aleister Crowley? The guy from the Ozzy song?
Yes. Yes, you're right, actually.
Aleister Crowley. He was a notorious occultist...
...who spent much of his life studying and mastering the art or astral projection...
...which he considered essential in the quest for the discovery of one's true will.
So Dan's one true will is protecting his treasure after his death.
And he was a frustrated tenor who could never hit high C.
- What? - The bell. That was a perfect high C.
Oh, come on, tell me you could hear that.
- What bell? - All right, so...
...Crowley's amulet allowed our favourite pirate to project, but where is it?
It was an amulet that was a hexagram.
A hexagram is a six-pointed star, so....
Oh, my God. Oh, my God!
In the skeleton's hand upstairs there was a hexagram!
- You know how a ladder works, right? - Yes.
There is no limit to my genius.
Yes.
What the...?
Hello, unusual and out of place.
What...?
Come here.
Can you tell him Steve Jinks called?
Hey, I was just about to come looking for you.
Is that alarm coming from your computer?
Sounds like the intruder alert.
If he could, what would he have to do first, cut the power to Artie's office?
Technically, yeah.
You know, but if the lights are on out here, chances are they're still on in there.
Since everyone there is still alive, they radiate traces of heat.
With all those heat signatures, it's a perfect hiding spot.
Well, Jinksy...
...it turns out you were--
Who the hell are you?
Jinksy, thank God you're still there.
Uh, where else would I be? I gotta get these mission logs done before Artie gets back.
Yeah, I knew that we were backlogged, but this is gonna take weeks.
Oh, yeah, you've been whammied too. Check your pockets.
Okay.
- What's this? - Just bag it. Hurry!
- Uh.... Claud, are you gonna fill me in? - Franz Mesmer's magnets.
They create illusion through the power of suggestion.
I'll give you one guess who slipped them to us.
- Nick? - Oh, thanks, but I got paperwork.
Looks like mountains of it.
Yep.
He used them to make me think that he was you.
And then he used me, Steve. I trusted him! I let him into our home...
- ...and you-- I mean, you warned me! - You did what you thought was right.
Yeah, well, now that little pissant's loose in the Warehouse.
- What's he after? - Bronze Sector prisoner, some geezer named....
Spoilers.
Claudia!
Don't!
How long have you known about the Warehouse?
You wouldn't believe me if I told you.
I am way past believing anything you have to say.
Look, I wish that I didn't have to lie to you.
- But you'll understand later. - You're making a big mistake, Nick.
There's a reason that guy was bronzed, whoever he is, he's dangerous!
I know!
But I need him!
I'm sorry, Claudia.
Nicholas...
What year?
It is 2013.
Yes, it worked.
We are in the Warehouse?
Yes.
But do not worry, she is not...
If she from the Warehouse,
She is a threat.
We must deal with her...
Okay, now, listen. Soon as I touch this amulet...
...Pete, bell.
- Myka, bag. You got it? - Ready.
Okay.
Bag, Myka!
Artie!
No!
How do I stop it, Myka?
- What do I do? Tell me quickly. - Put the amulet in the bag.
Okay.
Not dead.
I imagine she gets that a lot.
At least once every hundred years.
Allow me reintroduce myself.
I am the Countess of St. Germaine.
Sutton's wife.
- Heh. Who's Sutton? - He was the count who....
Who died in Paris.
I had no idea that thing was even down there.
Get in, get out, that was the plan.
In our business, things almost never go as planned.
- Wait. - Ugh. Oh.
So in Paris, Sutton....
Little weasel. He faked his own death too, didn't he?
Well, it comes in handy when things get dodgy.
It's easier to disappear when everybody thinks you're dead.
But you didn't.
You came back, and you saved us.
Why?
I have dealt with agents...
...since the Ottoman Empire hosted the Warehouse in 1561.
Alexi from Warehouse 11 killed me twice.
But you three...
...you were the first ones that risked your own life to save mine.
It would seem that even the Warehouse has evolved.
Wait, wait. Not so fast, countess.
You may have misjudged us, but the jury's still out on you.
What were you looking for in that Warehouse 12 crate?
The Philosopher's Stone.
From Harry Potter.
From the Magnum Opus.
It's said that that stone can turn base metal into gold.
Among other things. Sutton said that a stone kept him from ageing.
- Not just him. - Clearly.
And now you've got....
Do you mind?
Half the stone? Where's the other half?
I don't know. But I need to find it.
Uh-huh. And then what?
- Unlimited power? - Power?
- No. - Then what do you want?
Just to be like you. Like everyone else.
I want to be mortal.
You want to give up immortality?
Wait a minute.
Are you crazy? Who wouldn't wanna live forever?
You might get to see the Browns win a Super Bowl.
The things you've seen. Imagine what you will see.
Imagine what you could accomplish.
Yes, but now imagine everyone you have ever known, or will know, dying.
Imagine never allowing yourself to get close to somebody...
...because they don't understand.
"Why don't you age?"
Imagine the loneliness and the solitude and the isolation.
And then imagine watching your only child go through that forever.
That's why we had to try to get into the....
Had to go into....
Only child....
Nick. Oh, my God. Nick is your son!
He's been 15 for....
Over 500 years.
Immortality...
...is his prison.
I've spent centuries trying to release him from it.
My son deserves a real life.
He deserves to fall in love with somebody...
- ...to grow old with somebody, to-- - To die.
He'll die.
You know that, right?
Because that's what us, we mere mortals, do.
We die.
And sometimes, it's not pretty.
It's ugly and it's messy and it's painful.
Myka, what was that?
- It's nothing. - No.
No.
We've been friends way too long.
Cards on the table.
I have cancer.
Is that it? I mean, you're not gonna yell or cry?
Claudia!
- Why is Nick at the B and B? - We wanted something from you...
...something I wasn't sure that you'd give.
- Yeah? - You guys need to get back here right now.
Nick released one of the Bronze Sector prisoners...
- ...a guy names Paracelsus. - The alchemist.
He was bronzed for a reason. Probably a good one.
Where are they now?
- They're gone. - Gone?
That's not the plan. Nick said they'd wait.
He would have told me if things had changed.
Artie, he destroyed the bronzer.
And, look...
...he bronzed Claudia.
What did you do?