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Previously on Warehouse 13...

You've collected quite
a few artifacts.

Yeah, enough
to even up the odds.

An enemy with an arsenal

of artifact weapons
would not only be dangerous--

But they could be unstoppable.

I want you to feel the pain,

like I have.

It's an astrolabe...

that'll buy us back 24 hours.

You can tell no one.

- Damn it, they're gone.
- Too late.

You wanted to save him,
so save him, damn it!

Breathe!

That hat was itchy, huh?

It's a great picture, though.

- Did you get all your stuff?
- This is the last of it.

You know,
I don't know what's creepier,

the fact that all my stuff was
sent to the Dead Agents Vault,

or that there is
a Dead Agents Vault.

Why don't we 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&B,

we need to talk about
the bathroom situation.

Pete? It's an old house.

You can't take
30-minute showers.

Uh, uh, uh, Leena.

The 1/2 power shower
is a sacred thing, okay?

Also, I used the rest
of the peppermint body scrub.

- Oh, that was mine.
- Well, you weren't using it.

That's because I was dead.

Oh, you're gonna play
that card.

Right now I'm wishing
I was dead.

- This is the mission briefing?
- No.

No, it isn't.
Leena,

uh, this is from
the ovoid quarantine.

It doesn't like anyplace
I put it, so can you--

Well, of course it doesn't.
Just look at it.

Silly me.

All right, we got a ping
this morning from

Devil's Lake, North Dakota.

Ooh, same barren landscape
as South Dakota, but colder.

A cleaning lady showed up
at the hospital.

She had all the symptoms
of a spider bite,

but there were no actual marks.

The venom that was found inside
her system turned out to be

from an incredibly rare South
American spider called the--

Theraphosa leblondi.

The ther--

please tell me that's not just
a random lucky guess.

Are you gonna
be psychic now too?

That's really gonna
get annoying.

No, no, no.
I've seen the artifact

that does this.
It's a small wooden token.

Well, 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 artifacts.

And he was firing them at us.

- Where would he have kept them?
- He stored them in these crates

labeled "A-to-Z Technologies,"
but by the time he moved them,

I was...dead.

But when we raided the hangar,
there was nothing there.

They could have stored them
at Devil's Lake.

Well, it is only
a four-hour drive.

He could have had Marcus
take them there

before he came to the B&B.

- Or Tyler.
- No, Tyler was...

Well, actually he was...

- Pete!
- Okay, I got

the spider lady's route
from the cleaning service.

She was at these
three residences

in Devil's Lake yesterday.

That one.
The Mazzanti residence.

Artie, Enrico Mazzanti,
he was the original illustrator

of Carlos Collodi's--

- Pinocchio.
- And Sykes was obsessed

with Collodi's bracelet.

Safe house.

You two go check it out.

Be--be careful.

'Cause if that house actually
has an arsenal of artifacts,

- it could be a powder keg.
- Okay.

Ah!

Pete, you could have just
picked the lock.

Well, better safe than sorry,
Mykes.

Plus, I love doing that.

- Pete.
- Yup?

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 the 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's toys,

and--and we can close the book
on this loser for good.

- Okay.
- Okay.

Ugh.

Plastic.

He really was evil.

Oh, great.

A creepy basement.

Gotcha.

Theraphosa leblondi.

Myka!

Pete, you found the artifacts?

Empty.

Somebody beat us to the prize.

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4x03
- Personal Effects -

So, that's a bird cage,
violin, golf clubs,

and some junk
from our basement.

Eh, they belonged
to my grandma.

They're antiques.
Probably worth thousands.

Then why pawn them to me?

Oh, I thought this was
one of those places

where you
sell things for money,

but I guess I'm just in, like,
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?

Give you 400 for the bunch.

Are you kidding me?

That's not enough.
That's not nearly enough.

Kid, it's just
a bunch of junk.

Oh, for crying out loud.

All right, 600.

- 700.
- 650.

Fine. Jeez.

Now what about the pipe
you got behind your back?

This is mine.

640 then.

The artifacts are gone?
All of them?

Maybe Sykes
had somebody grab them

in case something
happened to him, you know,

like a--a backup plan
to his backup plan.

No, Marcus and Tyler
were the only other two

I ever saw work with him.

And they're both dead.

Well, whoever did it must have

dropped the spider bite artifact
on the way out.

Yeah, but why smash
the crates?

Why not just take
the whole thing?

Probably too obvious.

- Pete.
- Yeah?

Look at this.

- Yeah, an alarm system.
- So if there was a break-in,

why didn't
the security company come?

- Maybe the alarm didn't go off.
- Or maybe whoever did it

- knew the code.
- The padlocks don't have codes,

which would explain why
they had to force open

the door to the basement.

That alarm company's
Safeco Security.

Their office
is in downtown Devil's Lake.

I'm sending you
the address right 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. You want to grab
a drink or something?

About the break-in
at the Mazzanti residence.

I can't give out
that kind of information.

United States Secret Service.

Ah, 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.

Owoo! We've got the place
surrounded!

Oh, please don't arrest me,
please, please!

All right, who stole
the boxes, huh?

- Did Sykes hire you?
- What? Who?

Walter Sykes, the owner of
the house that you broke into.

No, no, 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 PJ 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?

Wait, so you have nothing
to do with Walter Sykes?

No. Who?
I-I can't go to prison.

All right, so Jesse takes
everything that's 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

glamorizing the pawn industry.

Makes it easy.
We bag the artifacts,

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.

No, I mean this 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
artifacts in play,

I wanted Leena here to...
do whatever it is Leena does.

Eh, no, no, no,
the more, the merrier.

We're gonna need extra hands
on this one.

So what happened?

Ah, well, the owner
gave this a jingle--

Ah-nuh-uhh!

That made the fireball.

This is Mrs. O'Leary's
cowbell.

I thought the cow
kicking over a lantern,

that was just a made up story.

No, the lantern's
a made up story.

It's the bell that 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.

Eh, Sykes had more
artifacts than these.

Where are the rest of them?

Well, you can thank rising
consumer confidence for that.

The owner already
sold six of them.

There's six artifacts
out there loose in one city?

This is a disaster.

Fortunately, everybody pays
by credit card these days.

So in a few minutes,
we'll have names and addresses.

What could be easier?

Eesh, no,
don't say "easy."

We'll miss dinner completely.

We do have one more problem.

The owner said that the guy
who sold him the artifacts,

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.

Look, for all we know
it could be Cheech and Chong's,

but since he kept it, it looks
like our hoodrat house burglar

thinks he might have
an artifact.

Okay, you two go after him,
and--

uh, 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

and get the 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.

But, wait!

We gotta do something
about these artifacts.

Well, maybe
he just took the pipe

- because he wanted to look cool.
- Smoking a pipe isn't cool.

What? Hey,
Dan Akroyd 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 practically bursting.

No, it's just the last time
we went artifact hunting,

I wasn't being kept alive
by one.

Not that I'm not
incredibly grateful

for the whole
not being dead thing, but...

we still don't know the risks
of the metronome.

Oh, don't be such
a Debbie downside.

Look, we've got our youth.
And a list.

You know what?
I call scavenger hunt.

I bet I can snag more artifacts

on this list than you can,
Debbie.

If I say no, you're gonna make
me play anyways, aren't you?

- The challenger has accepted.
- Right.

Hi, there. Are you here for
our summer-sational sale?

Ooh, 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 a lot today,

and earlier I thought
I heard someone sneeze,

but I was all alone here.

Could have been
a panic attack, though.

I get those a lot.

Excuse us.

- Uh, what was that?
- I entered those sunglasses'

- info into the UAD.
- The UAD?

Unsnagged Artifact Database.

So it says here the sunglasses
might have belonged

to a John A. Macready.

Oh, he was the pilot
who first developed Ray-Bans.

I guess his first pair
worked so well

at reflecting light,
they made the wearer

invisible to the human eye.

So you think an invisible
Jordan is just

hanging around the store.
Why would he do that?

And now I see why.

There's a ghost in there!

Who ya gonna call?

Okay,
so the next door neighbor

said she heard
a loud crash about an hour ago

but thought it was
the meth lab downstairs.

Nice neighborhood.

Pete, just check out
these burns.

I mean, they kind of look
like lightning strikes.

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 artifact?

For starters, I'd use it
to get an apartment with a roof.

- Oh--laptop.
- Ah!

I am gonna check
the browser history.

- Look at you going all Claudia.
- Uh-huh.

He was online 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
ten 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.

Uh, this violin, was it bought
at a pawn shop downtown?

My mom bought it this morning.

This--this isn't
the avian flu, is it?

Or SARS?

Get--get it out of here!

- It's okay, your mom sent us.
- Yeah.

Aren't you gonna
quarantine her?

Uh--er--um, wash your hands.

Okay, oh--Napoleon.

- It figures.
- What?

I'm fairly certain this is the
violin Napoleon played in exile.

If that girl would have hit
a G-sharp,

this town would have erupted
in a wave of violence

that would have made
13 Vendemiaire

seem like a street fair.

All right, one down.
What's next?

Uh, Devil's Lake golf
and country club.

A Jew and a black woman
go to a fancy country club.

All we need is a priest
and a horse,

and we can do
the whole joke.

Hey, Mykes, 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--

could you tell us what happened?

Some kind of rogue tornado.

One minute it's all clear,
and the next--it's snowing.

It came out of nowhere.
Thank God nobody was killed.

It's snowing.

It is.
Thank you for--for that.

Pete, um, here.

Check out this ATM.
I mean, that was--

that was Jesse's target.

All right, so--

he can make lightning
and tornadoes and snow.

For a few thousand bucks,
he almost killed a couple folks.

Okay, 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?

Well, then again, with
the 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.

Mrs. Ashton, I'm so sorry.

Could I trouble you for, um,
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?

Eh, I wasn't counting.

I saw three Dairy Queens,
though.

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.

I mean, 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--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.

Well, just keep
your eyes open.

You do know
he's invisible, right?

Well, then keep
your ears open.

You know, you're really
not supposed to be watching

the dressing room monitors.

I mean, it's corporate policy.

Oh, it's okay.
I'm a federal agent.

Also, I'm gay.

Oh, my God.
Do you watch Revenge?

- No...
- Steve.

Steve, I heard something.

Claudia,
he's right behind you.

Wha--you can see him?

Yeah, you're looking
right at him.

Where, exactly?

- He shows up on camera.
- Wha--hey.

Whoa.

Check this out.

Invisible to the naked eye,
but not the digital one.

Huh.

All right.

Let's see.

Uh-huh.

Aha.

I'm definitely having
a panic attack.

Cool shades.

What's going on?

I can't see anything.

Just a side effect
of your peek-a-boo 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--

Window shopping, we know.

Your eyesight will come back,

but I'd say you lost
your job for good.

You okay?

Hmm? Oh, yeah.

Must just be sore from too much
pop physique yesterday.

Come on, we've got more
artifact shopping to do.

First point to you, poopypants.

You know, I prefer Jinksie.

Thank you.

Yeah, 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.

BJ.

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 the course,

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--

eh, uh, the 9-iron's missing.

I think Conway's
probably got it.

I don't think so.

According to the photo
we got off the internet--

Uh-huh.

You must be Mr. Conway.

Bit of a headache.

Okay, so we are
up and running.

So if the pipe creates storms,
it also creates a, uh,

- 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.
- Ha ha!

Man, I feel just like
Helen Hunt in Twister.

Bill Paxton.

I mean I feel like Bill Paxton.

- Hey, Helen?
- Ugh.

You wanna take a look at that?

Oh, look at that.
Looks like we got

a Jesse front moving in
from the northeast.

Right, it's--it's, uh,
centering on the corner

of Glenwood
and Eagle Crest road.

- Okay. Watch this.
- What are you doing?

After the beep,
please say a command.

Uh, destination Glenwood
and Eagle Crest.

Glenwood and Eagle Crest.

- See?
- Oh.

Thank you, Clarice.

Now, could you whip me up some
chocolate chip cookies?

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

- to this railing.
- Where is he?

In there.

He's wasting his time.

It's an armored truck
with a time lock.

He'll never break in.

Yeah, keep telling
yourself that.

Just--you just--
just stay here.

Oh, okay.

Whoa.

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!

Ow.

Oh...

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--so, what, he--

he drops the armored truck,
he--he--

cracks it open, and--

oh, yeah.
Takes all the money inside.

Yup. It's the piggy
bank principle,

but on a bigger scale.

Okay. There's something else
going on with him, though.

Did you see the bandage
on his arm?

I mean, it's kind of like
the ones they use

when you get your blood drawn.

Right, right.
And, uh, but he had that, uh--

the medical book at his house.

Right, the book on anatomy.

- Blood test.
- 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, wh--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.

And somebody's supposed
to stay home

and do the cooking
and the cleaning?

No, she's a terrible cook.

I wonder why she hit you?

Okay, so where
is the 9-iron?

Wha--after she whacked
me with it?

- Yeah.
- No idea.

Okay, as long as she's
got that 9-iron,

the slightest annoyance is gonna
magnify into a furious rage.

My guess is she's taken
a divot

out of one of
your hang-out buddies.

Where would they be right now?

Oh, hey, Janet.

Where's Hank?
We're gonna miss our tee time.

Oh!

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.

Myka needs the
32-bit decryption code thingy

- to access the hospital records.
- Yeah, got it.

Emailing now.

Why are we whispering?

'Cause of the killer birds.

Right...

See ya.

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,
you toss me the cage,

we sprint for the neutralizer
tank in the trunk.

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!

Oh, ah.
God, they got me.

- Where?
- Ah, right there.

- I don't see anything.
- Are you sure?

Yeah, there's not a scratch.
You're okay.

Oh, God, no.

This is karma for playing
too much Angry Birds.

God, I can feel it.
Ow.

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.

Oh, I can handle her--
whoa!

Oh, look, there's Hank.

Where?

Oh!

All right, get the neutralizer
from my bag.

Get the neutralizer now!

Artie, just 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.

Unh-ow.

Oh, thanks.

Eh, some bad juju
on that club.

Artie, what was that about?

- What was what about?
- What you just said.

Said about what?
I don't, wh--I don't know.

Artie, your anger was stemming
from something very--

Nothing. What?
I'm always angry.

That's my raison d'etre.
Ask anybody.

Grumble, grumble.
Let's go!

- 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, um...
Ronald Ashton.

For Ronnie.
His little brother.

And--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--
what happened to Ronnie?

Heart infection.

Myocarditis.

He's taken a bad turn
these past few days.

Uh-huh.

Is that why Jesse's
robbing banks?

He's what?

Oh, my God.

Jesse's obviously trying
to help, but, um.

People are getting hurt.

Oh, we've been drowning
in bills, but--

Oh, Jesse, what are you doing?

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.

I mean, 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--there
are dozens of other factors--

I-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.

Pete, the roof.

There's a storm forming
over the roof.

Whoo!

Whoo!

Now do you see what I can do?

Ah!

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!

- Aah!
- Uhh!

Look, you need to 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?

Look, I'm not a big fan
of "give the terrorist

what he wants,"
but wouldn't it be easier

to just give
his brother the surgery?

I tried to tell him.

Ronnie's myocarditis
is too advanced.

He needs a heart transplant.

All right, 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--

Oh!

Are not good.
I get it.

I'll talk to security
about evacuation.

- Hey.
- Hey.

Hey.

There is a storm on the roof.
What did we miss?

Yeah, well, Jesse's up there,
and if the hospital doesn't

give his brother a heart
transplant in the next hour,

he's gonna level the place.

So we missed a lot.

We have to get up there
and stop him.

The trouble is,
we just tried that,

and he just blew us off.

Eh, I don't mean
he was being rude.

I mean he literally blew us
off the roof.

There's 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-I don't want
to hurt you, I just--

I just want to talk.

Have they started surgery yet?

They will.

Okay, they're looking as hard
as they can for--for a--

Ah!

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--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.

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?

- Pete. Pete.
- Myka!

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, ow.
Ow!

You're such a wimp.

Well, you know, it hurts.

Ooh.

Naughty.

Hey, uh, that nurse was hot,
right?

- Still having vision issues?
- A little blurry.

She was 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--what Jesse did.

You know, giving his brother
a second chance like that.

Yeah, 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?

Already on their way back
to the Warehouse with the booty.

- Well, who's hungry?
- You are.

At all times.

Oh, there's this great diner
in town.

We snagged Maurice Vermersch's
waffle iron there earlier today.

Makes the greatest waffles
in the world.

Ooh, what's the downside?

You can't have just one.

No, actually it makes
your skin melt.

Ooh, well, Pete love waffles.

Oh, Myka.
Can you tell me something?

- Do I have a scratch on my neck?
- Where?

Right there.

I don't see anything.
You're fine.

Yeah, really?
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

the next time he decides
to build a putt-putt course

in the ovoid quarantine.

Uh, 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?

Uh, 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? Um, no one.

Uh, yes, good.
All right, good,

I'll send you the information.

Yeah.

Well, it's, uh--
I want you to find...

a certain artifact

before it finds me.

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