Previously on Warehouse 13:
I have cancer.
You are the count of Saint-Germain.
An alchemist used a stone to keep my body from ageing.
- Myka! - Unh! Sutton.
My lying, cheating husband is once again out in the world.
But I have plans too.
A 15-year-old boy? - Nick Powell.
Why don't you come back to South Dakota with us?
- Is everything all right? - I'm in, aren't I?
Nick released one of the Bronze Sector prisoners...
a guy named Paracelsus.
- The alchemist. - He destroyed the bronzer.
And, look, this is Claudia.
She is not a threat.
It's 2013, Uncle.
The Warehouse has changed.
Time to catch you up.
- What is this? - Patience, Uncle...
Fourscore and seven years ago....
I have a dream.
one giant leap for mankind.
Tear down this wall.
Brilliant.
I understand now.
Thank you for freeing me, Nicholas.
The centuries pass slowly when you're encased in bronze.
Mother and I tried many times to free you but....
No one knows better than I...
...what an inconvenience the Warehouse can be.
- But no longer. - We only ask one thing in return.
I would've thought immortality was trade enough.
Oh, we've been ageless for far too long, uncle.
We want-- I--
I have to live out my life.
Nothing can be done until we are--
All right, I'm sorry, but I can't read lips.
I can't see.
How can there be nothing in the system about why Paracelsus was bronzed?
I don't know. I just figure he's some kind of...
...Lex Luthor-Joker- Doctor Doom mash-up.
The Warehouse only bronzed the baddest of the baddies.
H.G. wasn't a baddy.
Oh, yeah, now. But she did try and blow up the world...
...which is the number one criteria for an arch nemesis.
Pete, look at this.
Sutton's ring and Genghis Khan's mace.
A bunch of other artefacts are missing.
Yeah. I'm just gonna stick with super villain mash-up.
Hey, don't break her.
Yeah. Thank God you said that because breaking her...
- ...that was our plan. - You fixed it?
Be glad they didn't destroy this thing.
Why do you think they took her? Were they gonna bronze someone else?
You know who might know? You, if you use the Durational Spectrometer.
We also may be able to figure out where they went.
Okay. Yeah, we'll just-- Okay.
Whoa. You don't need lips to read that.
I'm ready to go. Let's give this a try.
- That didn't work. She's still blocked. - I can see that.
It just needs a reset.
Yeah. That's probably just, you know, a loose wire...
...something electronic or it could be something far worse.
- Artie, what is it? - Yeah, it's gone.
- What's gone? - The artefact that makes this work.
It's a bronze Mesopotamian stele from 1250 BC.
And, no, we do not have another one.
So then, how do we unbronze Claudia?
Artie, what is that?
Judging from the smell...
...a chemical reaction triggered by light when I opened this panel.
- What the hell? - It's a message from Paracelsus.
Sutton's involved. Why doesn't that surprise me?
So Paracelsus has the bronzer stele and he's holding it...
- ...till he gets whatever it is Sutton has. - That's not a message.
It's a ransom note.
There's really no reason to restrain me like this.
I'm not going anywhere.
And this thing chafes.
The Folsom Prison ball and chain...
...is attached to your shadow, not your person.
It doesn't chafe.
But you're absolutely right. You're not going anywhere.
No more games. Where are Paracelsus and your son?
I don't know. They weren't supposed to leave.
Yeah, well, he bronzed our friend so forgive us for not believing you.
But that was not part of the plan. Nicholas liked Claudia.
- You know what, lady-- - You know what?
What if Nick bronzed Claudia against his will?
Paracelsus did slap him pretty hard.
Paracelsus struck my son?
In your urgency to free Paracelsus...
...you neglected to factor in one volatile element: Paracelsus.
But that's why Nick had the gun. I told him not to underestimate--
I should've unbronzed Paracelsus.
My cell.
- Password. - Year I was born, 1502.
I would've guessed 1508.
What's your secret? Oil of Olay?
- No messages. - Call him. Speed dial is N.
Seriously, Pilates? Sunscreen?
Straight to voice mail.
Something's happened then.
Paracelsus made plans of his own, and now he's got two hostages.
Why don't we start with this? Why did you get involved...
...with the most dangerous rogue alchemist in history?
Paracelsus was--
Is Sutton's brother.
As you know, he had a rather heretical approach...
...to, well, pretty much everything.
Pushed the boundaries of science...
...and combining that science with artefacts. Multiple artefacts.
Just a few moments.
Step into the chamber.
By your command, dear brother.
The wine. You've drugged me. Why?
I was always playing your guinea pig for a reasonable fee.
What the hell is my family doing here? Have you lost your mind?
This was only supposed to be me. You don't need them.
But you're wrong, my dear brother. I do.
I must test my theory on a man, a woman, and a child.
How else would I determine whether gender or age...
...should alter the process or the result?
I'll see that your fee is tripled.
And you woke up immortal?
Paracelsus combined the philosopher's stone with another artefact.
With a copper bowl with the Egyptian symbol for life.
That's as dangerous as replacing gunpowder with nuclear fission.
So, what happened next?
Not long after, Paracelsus disappeared.
And we later found out that agents from Warehouse 9 had taken him.
- And they bronzed him? Why? - No idea.
I've watched my son trapped in an endless adolescence of broken hearts.
The first was the most painful.
Her name was Sophia.
They were just two 15-year-olds in love. What could be more natural?
Nick stayed 15 and Sophia grew up.
Please?
She married, had children, and she forgot all about her first love.
But Nick never forgot her.
That was the first time that I saw the cruelty of immortality.
Centuries caught between child and man...
...never to fall in love, raise a family...
...share your life with someone.
And worse, watching your loves age and die.
He knows only loss.
But the heart is strong.
And it takes a long time to give up hope.
Nick fell in love again and again.
Until finally, he understood.
There would be no one to love for all eternity.
That's why you want mortality for your son?
But the philosopher's stone isn't enough, is it?
You need Paracelsus to reverse it.
And he's gotta use the same mixture of artefacts...
...and elements he did the first time.
You unbronzed him, even though you knew he was dangerous.
We assumed that he would be weak after all that time.
I mean, some things are worth risking everything for and my son is one of them.
Artie, I'm assuming that Paracelsus is gonna try to use the stone on himself.
Where would Paracelsus find those specific elements?
We assumed in his laboratory in Constantinople. Istanbul, today.
Call me crazy, but after 500 years...
...I'm gonna bet that it's been made into condos by now.
Well, we have to try. Where exactly in Istanbul?
We were drugged when we were taken there.
Deep underground somewhere.
We can't just go digging holes all over Istanbul.
Wait a minute. Paracelsus' message said:
"Sutton knows what I want."
If Sutton knows what Paracelsus wants....
- Sutton would know where to find him. - Any idea where your husband is?
I've given up keeping track of Sutton after Napoleon put a price on his head.
It's just too dangerous.
Come on.
The old boy's been in there for 11 hours.
- Well, it takes time. Needle in a haystack. - Maybe he needs some help.
Really? You gonna put your hand in the lion's cage?
- No, no, no! - Good point.
So while we're at it, why don't we talk about...
...why you haven't started your treatments yet.
- What treatments? - Myka...
...your cancer treatments, which you should've started, like, yesterday.
Look, that's why I didn't tell anyone about this, okay?
This is-- This is my disease.
It's my treatment programme. I will start it when I'm good and ready to start it.
You're telling me how to handle my body?
Well, it's just you can't just handle cancer.
- Look, I got this under-- - I got it!
Yeah, I got it. I got it.
The system has been maddeningly slow.
But using Sutton's last known whereabouts, which was Paris...
...I started with Interpol, Charles de Gaulle Airport.
- And then I widened the net. - Artie.
Long story short, the count is posing...
...as a Russian businessman named Vladimir Kamenev.
- Natter Weekly? - Yes, Natter Weekly.
Utterly reliable. How do you think we found Jimmy Hoffa?
Really?
Okay. The count is in Luxembourg and Natter says...
...that he is "quite" chummy with an incredibly rich duchess.
According to Natter, the duchess is throwing an elaborate dinner party.
So dust off your formal wear and off to Luxembourg you go.
- Take Charlotte with you. - Wait. Charlotte?
Yes. Charlotte knows her husband better than anyone.
- Just keep an eye on her. Go, go, go. - Okay.
Artie, get down to the Bronze Sector now.
- I think she's getting worse. - Worse than bronzed?
Farnsworth. It's crumbling. That's not normal.
The bronzer. It was built to stabilise the stele artefact...
...and create a bronze state where the prisoners would remain alive.
That's why we didn't find her inside the bronzer.
Paracelsus must've bronzed her outside the machine...
...using just the stele.
- What does that mean? - Her bronze state is unstable.
If we don't find the artefact or find a way...
...to reverse Claudia's disintegration, then eventually...
...she's just gonna crumble away.
Lots of bronze files.
We got Bronze Age, Bronze Era, bronze--
Can you--? Can you--?
Bronze-- Phosphor bronze, arsen--
Arsen-- What the hell?
Come on. Would you--?
Okay, bronze colour...
- ...bronze properties, bronze compe-- - I got this, all right?
There's a gazillion files that have something to do with bronze.
There's 6083 files.
Well, 6083 files that you can't get through alone.
I don't plan to get through them alone.
- What I plan to do it use an algo-- - Artie.
Mrs. Frederic. You're here.
Yes, I am.
- Mrs. Frederic? - Yes, Arthur.
Why are you here?
There's something here.
There's something off.
Yeah, I was hoping to correct that before--
You know what? Just let me show you.
- Tell me more about Paracelsus. - That's all we know.
Warehouse 9 wouldn't have bronzed him without reason.
Whatever they had they didn't keep any records of it.
I must access the restricted files.
The what? There are restrict--? There are restricted files?
Only the Regents in their infinite wisdom...
- ...would have restricted files-- - Arthur.
Not now.
- Yeah, call me if there's any change. - Artie. Artie.
What?
She didn't just disappear. She walked away.
Walked.
Yeah.
Okay. I got this. Act natural.
- I am acting natural. - Good, good, good.
Where is the little weasel?
Just follow the money.
There.
He looks a lot better than he did last time we saw him.
A lot more alive.
Thank you all so much for joining us this evening.
I'm going to let you in on our little secret.
This isn't just a party.
It's an engagement party.
Vladimir and I are going to be married.
My future duke.
Ugh. Not again. He's been someone's future duke, earl, count, marquis...
...twelve times in five centuries.
Well, maybe he thinks eventually he can trade them all in for king.
So why do this?
The lonely hearts con.
Get engaged to a wealthy noblewoman, stage a fancy party...
...and then she gets out all the family jewels.
Family jewels.
- So he can steal them. - Yes.
And afterwards, he'll use them to do a Thai gem scam or a rip deal.
- Oh, God, it's so predictable. - You know what?
I'll bet he's that Nigerian prince that keeps e-mailing me.
No, not you. No-- Hey, not you. Would you--?
Sutton will be making off with the gems tonight. We can't lose him.
- Pete, he's circling around. - Hey, guys, guys, guys.
I told you we should've worn moustaches.
You're saying the restricted files are kept in the storage room?
Is it a storage room?
Do you mind?
It's nice to know that even grumpy, jaded Arthur Nielsen...
...can still be surprised by endless wonder.
I believe I said restricted.
Yeah, no, I'm not offended.
Nope, nope.
I'm fine.
I'm sure you could go in. You're a Methodist.
There you are.
Wait a minute.
Yeah, this could be a possibility.
Artie, she's getting worse.
- Again? How much worse? - More crumbling and faster.
It took an hour for the Farnsworth, now there's cracks.
- Not her yet, but it's a matter of time. - 64A.
- Sixty-four A? - Yeah, it's four down.
Two from the left. Hook her onto that, it'll monitor her vitals.
- I'll keep looking into this. - Look into what? What is it?
You want a seminar or do you wanna save her? Go.
Forgive me, darling, but I haven't had you to myself for hours.
Perhaps your entourage could be so kind as to give us some privacy.
We'll be fine. Wait for me downstairs.
The formal announcement has left me rather unexpectedly amorous.
- Vladimir, you rogue. - That, I am.
To us, my darling.
To us.
Whoo. Oh, the bubbles went straight to my head.
You must lie down.
I'll join you.
Perhaps we could think of something to do while we're down there.
Let me help you get more comfortable.
Hold it right there, Count Sticky Fingers.
- Who are you? - We're with the Secret Service.
We're here to extradite your fiancé to the U.S.
- He's been a very bad boy. - What?
- Folks back home want a piece of him. - You can't.
- Get out! Get out! - I believe I have a say in this.
Her timing's not bad.
- And who are you? - I'm his wife.
And I say to hell with extradition.
The files from Paracelsus were redacted by the Regents of Warehouse 9.
It's most unusual.
- Feel left out? Tell me about it. - I beg your pardon.
Nothing. It's not important.
- I'll have to contact Mr. Kosan. - Good.
Yeah, bit of a ticking clock.
If Sutton is a dead end, those files...
...they could be a clue to finding Paracelsus. Mrs. Frederic?
Yes, the files were redacted.
I'll have to contact Mr. Kosan.
- He's dead. My fiancé is dead! - Are you all right?
Sorry, love. Long story.
Pete, Myka, he's gone.
Oh, man. How many times are we gonna let him die and sneak off like that?
- Okay, Charlotte, you just stay here. - And don't shoot anyone else.
Just gonna monitor your vitals.
You know, it's kind of weird me doing all the talking.
And, no, I don't like it. I miss your constant chatter.
Don't worry, Claude, we're gonna get you out of this.
After all the times that you've saved us....
Oh, my God.
Pete.
I cast you out!
- Hey. - Oh, my God.
After you've saved us, you'd never let us hear the end of it if we didn't save you.
And according to this, your vitals are...
...not responding.
Artie, for crying out loud.
- How did you hear me? - What?
Oh, look, I think I can boost her genetic material on a cellular level.
That'll help her fight deterioration.
But I'm gonna need DNA.
Well, her toothbrush. Or hairbrush.
No, I need a blood sample from a family member.
Hey, you've reached the voice mail of Josh.
Leave me a message.
Joshua, this is Artie.
Again. I have left messages on every number that you have.
Will you call me back, please? It's urgent.
Shoes and jacket are starting to crack, I can't get her vitals.
Don't worry. I will find Joshua.
Hey, you've reached the voice mail of Josh.
Oh, Joshua, call me back. Joshua, call me back.
Please don't make me do this.
- Pardon me. Excuse me. - Look out!
- Hey. Hey. Take hold. Take hold. - Stop him!
Oi! Oi! You there!
Those two. They're intruders. They just attacked the duchess.
- Got him. - I guess we crashed the party.
- Did you see Mrs. Frederic? - Yes. I just left her at the B and B.
She was a little unfocused this morning but she's gotten worse.
If I didn't know any better, I'd say she was developing dementia.
Rapidly. I don't think she can help us.
Only thing we can do for Claudia is to find out...
- ...what is in those Paracelsus files. - Come with me.
No, no, no. Didn't Mrs. Frederic tell you?
The files have been redacted.
- They're not there. - There is something more urgent.
Something we need to check.
This is the Eldunari. Warehouse's central nervous system.
This is what makes the mind of the Caretaker...
...link with the soul of the Warehouse.
The Eldunari.
The symbols are moving in harmony. That's a relief.
Are they supposed to be doing that?
No, they're not.
Slow computer, Mrs. Frederic's condition.
Something is tearing apart the Warehouse from within its heart.
Yes, I'm afraid so.
Mrs. Frederic's mind...
...is a mirror of the Eldunari.
It seems...
...that both of them are deteriorating.
What is it with you two? In five minutes, I'd have had the jewels.
You're a common thief.
I am not common.
All right, look, we don't wanna see you either.
But we need your help.
You crashed my engagement party and shot me because you need my help?
Watch your tone, next time I'll shoot you in the face.
Your brother bronzed our friend.
He won't release her till he gets what he wants.
Paracelsus? Impossible.
He's basted in bronze himself.
It's ironic since he's the one who perfected the process.
That's how he knew what made the bronzer work.
Yeah. Well, somebody let him out.
- He took the bronzing artefact with him. - How could you be so stupid?
Me? You did this to us.
And as I've told you for half a millennium...
...it was only supposed to be me. I didn't even believe he could do it.
Sutton, Paracelsus took Nicholas.
He says you know what he wants.
Revenge springs to mind...
...among other things.
My brother was consumed with the idea of being immortal...
...and what immortals could accomplish.
I was foolish enough to think him eccentric rather than insane.
What did you do to us?
I gave you a gift. A gift that not even God can give.
Immortality.
You shall live forever.
Ha! You, in turn, showed me that the philosopher's stone works.
Are you mad? Waving some rock around didn't make us immortal.
- But it did. - Unh!
Good God.
I must've killed you a dozen times when you slept.
- I didn't think it possible. - Anything's possible.
At a cost. It took an entire village to turn the three of you into gods.
- You killed them? - All great achievement comes at a price.
Socrates was executed. Magellan died proving the world was round.
They gave their lives, not the lives of others.
The more fool, them. Now get out.
He was brilliant.
But lived in his own moral universe, to kill an entire village.
I didn't know what his endgame was...
...but I wouldn't allow him to cause more death.
I went to the authorities.
It was the agents from Warehouse 9 who collected him.
This is-- How dare you? What are you doing here?
After he was bronzed, Regents wanted philosopher's stone.
But I told them it had been destroyed.
I wouldn't destroy it, in case we needed it again.
So I split it and hid the two halves.
You took a crystal from inside the geode.
Your ring. That's how you restored plants as the count of Saint Germain.
A fellow has to eat.
That little trick helped me pay my bills.
- Oh, as if you've ever paid a bill. - Touché.
- You have the ring? - They have the ring.
Took it from me in Paris.
No. Paracelsus has the ring. You have the stone.
Half the stone. The Warehouse found the other half...
- ...and lost it to pirates. - Until I found it.
- So you have the stone? - No, they have.
You just said you have the stone.
No, I said they had the stone.
- And they're not-- - Okay, just stop talking.
Tell me that you know how to get to your half.
Of course.
I have it locked safely away.
I want my son away from him.
My brother had some plan in mind back then that I interrupted.
He's bound to go at it again.
He's already killed hundreds.
He'll kill us and anyone else who gets in the way of his science.
- Well, first we have to find him. - We'll go to his lab.
After five hundred years, it's still there?
It's deep beneath the Monastery in Stoudios in Constantinople.
Monastery's in ruins, but the lab is still intact.
You've been there, haven't you?
Claude? Are you there? This setup belonged to Barry Seal.
He was a pilot/drug smuggler who flew covert missions for the CIA.
- You should probably-- - Oh, my God, Steve.
Can you hear me?
Yes. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Claude, loud and clear.
Are you okay? Over.
Aside from being Tin Man in a bronze production of The Wizard of Oz?
I'm just peachy. What's going on?
Where's Paracelsus? And why am I melting?
Well, technically, you're crumbling.
I'm working a Wizard of Oz motif here, Steve.
- God, why am I gayer than you? - Ha, ha.
Oh, hold on a sec, okay?
Look, I can't reach Joshua.
I know where he is. It's not far. It's a high security facility. He has no cell service.
- Any way to contact him? - Not by phone.
But don't worry. I'm gonna get the DNA right now.
Okay.
Claude? Hey, your--
Your bronze state isn't stable, it's disintegrating.
Artie can use DNA to help you.
He's on his way to Joshua right now.
Joshua's DNA can unbronze me?
No. No. But Artie thinks that he can use it to stop the deterioration.
I feel this weirdness in my nerve endings. Is it getting worse?
No.
No, you just hang in there, Claude.
This monastery has been destroyed and rebuilt at least a dozen times.
I mean, how did you keep Paracelsus' lab intact?
Bribery and coercion. I've been trying for centuries...
...to find a way to undo what Paracelsus did.
You're not the only one who loves our son.
It's not much farther.
The main lab is just around this corner.
Probably best if we come from both sides.
Pete, you and Charlotte go this way. Sutton and I will loop around.
Each team has half a stone, if anyone gets caught we have bargaining power.
Good luck.
No!
Nick.
Hey, Charlotte, wait!
Hey. I lost Sutton. He heard the scream and he thought it was Nick.
So did Charlotte. We gotta find him before Paracelsus does.
- Right. This way? - Yeah.
Oh, my God. Pete, look at this place.
- The bronzing artefact. - Pete, look at this.
This is the Calvary cross, the Tree of Life and the Ouroboros.
Life out of death. I bet there's a pattern.
- I'll grab the stele. - Pete, wait. I think that's a....
- A trap? - Pete!
I found something that'll help.
Not as good as DNA but enough to save your haircut.
Wait, my haircut's in danger?
Maybe not. But I liked you better with short hair.
- I've been trying to grow it out. - It hasn't started on your nose yet.
You're not trying to grow that out, are you?
Whatever's happening, I think it's speeding up.
I can't feel my legs anymore, my chest is starting to hurt.
- Hurry up with the slowing down. - I figure that you're oxidizing.
So I brought the binnacle from USS Squalus, a submarine that sank in 1939.
Now, a lot of the men survived 40 hours on a minimal amount of oxygen.
I use the binnacle to suck the oxygen out of the bronzer...
...slowing down your deterioration.
Jinksy, I'm impressed. Take us to periscope depth.
Let's give it a try.
- Damn it! - Steve.
- Oh, tell me you got it. - I got it.
- Okay. - Hang in there, Claudia.
I got the blood sample, atomized the DNA.
Okay. Now we just watch and hope and, you know, pray.
- Claude, Claude, Artie stopped it. Woo-hoo!
I didn't stop it. I just delayed it. About 14 hours or so.
Hopefully long enough for Myka and Pete to snag the stele.
Pete? Pete, wake up.
- Where is he? Where did he go? - Who?
- Where'd who go? - Paracelsus.
He was-- He was here.
Oh, no, Mykes. Mykes, the stone. The stone. He's got the stone.
What? How did he--? How'd he get in here?
I don't know. I don't know. I conked out.
How do we get out of here?
The same way we got in?
Son, is that you?
- Nick. - God.
Five hundred years together, and still the perfect little family.
You bastard.
- Don't. Don't. - It's Coleridge's fishing net.
He has far more dangerous artefacts than that.
Listen to your son, Charlotte. He's a bright lad.
Now....
What was once mine is mine again.
Be good and quiet.
And I'll make you mortal again.
Breathe, my little lab rats.
For centuries I was encased in bronze...
...unable to think about a thing except my revenge.
If you hadn't gone to the authorities...
...my dear brother, Warehouse would never have found me...
...and things would have turned out very different.
You took everything from me. Now I'll take something from you.
- No, Nick. - No!
Hey! Drop it!
Warehouse agents, always so clever. But never clever enough!
- You okay, Mykes? - Yeah. Go. Go.
Not so fast, Senator Palpatine.
Look, Sutton, Nick, just try and get Charlotte out of here, okay?
I have to go get the stele.
No! Charlotte!
Nick? Sutton?
Hey, you guys are mortal now. Falling buildings hurt.
Hold on, Mother. Just hold on.
Oh, my God.
Guys, this whole place is collapsing. We've gotta get out of here.
I'm sorry, love. I'm so sorry. I thought we had much more time.
It's all right. Just go.
Just go, get out of here.
- No, Mother, we can do this. - I am sorry, but we have got to go.
- I'm not leaving her. - Oh, yes, you can.
Just-- For once, just listen to me.
Look after our son.
Honey, please.
That's what we wanted.
It's what we've worked for all these years.
You've got a life.
Live it now.
Hey, I got the stele. We should--
Pete, is she--? Oh, my God, I'm so sorry.
Nick, Sutton, I'm so sorry, but we have to go. We are running out of time.
- We have to go now! - Let's go!
- Nick! - Mother.
Nick, go.
Go!
I've spoken with the Regents.
And we agree that the danger Paracelsus presents...
...requires us to uncover what had been permanently expunged...
- ...from Warehouse files. - How? How can we...?
As you know, information of this nature is held by the Keeper.
The one person in each generation...
...who learns vital parts of Warehouse history...
...and maintains them in a living memory.
Yes. The Keeper.
The fail-safe for highly classified secrets.
- We must meet him at once. - There's no need.
The Keeper is here.
I'm sorry, Irene.
It was necessary for my identity to remain a secret.
I understand. There's no need to apologise.
This is a lei niho palaoa.
Once worn by Hawaii's Queen Kaahumanu.
The ancestral hair that was used to braid it...
....holds the memories of past Warehouses.
And only the Keeper can release them.
In the early days of Warehouse 9...
...the alchemist Paracelsus was becoming a dangerous threat.
Not only to the Warehouse, but to all of mankind.
It was therefore necessary for the Regents of Warehouse 9...
...to take action.
It worked. You're back. Here, Claudia. Let me help you.
- Yeah. - You want my coat?
- Here, take my coat. - Oh, okay.
We could've lost Claudia.
So I'm not gonna let you ignore it anymore.
- Ignore what? - You heard Sutton.
He thought they had so much time. I mean, hell, we all do.
We think we have all the time in the world, but we don't.
We just don't.
You have cancer.
You need to get it taken care of...
...because I'm not gonna play that scene, Myka.
I'm not gonna regret the years I didn't get to spend with you.
Okay.
Okay. I'll book an appointment with my doctor, okay?
All right.
Just don't, okay?
Because I've really-- I don't-- I don't wanna cry right now.
So-- Okay.
- Just go. - I'll go.
Okay.
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine. Guys, really.
And please take your coat. It smells like old cookies.
Claude. What is it?
Something's wrong. It's not the bronzing.
I-- It's the Warehouse.
Paracelsus. I can feel something about him.
You're feeling the peripheral effects...
...of the same thing that's affecting me strongly.
The Eldunari? How?
Two Caretakers vying for the Warehouse.
I'm in a battle. And I'm losing.
But you and Claudia coexisted peacefully for a long time.
Miss Donovan's relationship with the Warehouse is in the future.
This is about the past.
And the past takes precedence.
Paracelsus was Caretaker.
Of Warehouse 9.
And as he gains strength, I will....
Mrs. Frederic.