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. - [Sighs]
Artie?
I'm not sure this is everything.
Those are shipping supplies.
Ow!
God, what now?
Yeah, we 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 is the research coming?
[Sighs] 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.
Artie, if Claudia finds out that I'm looking to disconnect
myself from the metronome, she'll just try and stop me,
'cause it's dangerous.
Oh, yes, of course.
Yeah.
She'd probably find a way to blame me, too.
Hey, look at me.
When's the last time you slept?
Right after I died. How am I supposed to sleep?
As long as Claudia feels any pain that I do,
I'm gonna be a little stressed out.
It's not fair that she's being punished for saving my life.
Artifacts are not fair.
All right, off I go.
Hey, 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.
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.
Oh, come on. I think it's so cute
you officially have a girlfriend.
- She's not my girlfriend. - Are you seeing anyone else?
- No. - Do you want to?
- No. - She's your girlfriend.
Both: Ooh! [Dog barks]
I haven't had a girlfriend since Nixon left office.
Oh, 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.
What assignment?
We've been ping-less for 48 hours.
It's a Warehouse record. Where are they?
What are you keeping from me? Spill.
Oh, lord, why in your wisdom did you send me such a noodge?
Karma. That is new, isn't it?
No! [Dog whines]
- Et voilà, monsieur. - Oh!
You found it! Is it the right one?
Make, model, and year, as requested.
Oh, yeah, I don't even want to know what kind of jingle bells
- kinks you two kids are into. - Hey, hey, hey, hey.
It's a gift-- [Ding]
Not an artifact.
And furthermore, show of hands.
Who here, in this room, is not single?
- I rest my case. - So you do have a girlfriend.
All: Ooh!
[Dog barks]
A little advice.
Things have been going rather well,
and I've been considering asking Vanessa for a more...
geographical commitment.
What, you mean, like, move in together?
[Dog whines] Here?
Or in Univille, the Paris of the badlands?
- Who wouldn't want to live there? - Ooh, good point.
Yes, perhaps a pied-à-terre in Featherhead is
more the ticket.
It's just I don't know if the timing is right.
I think it's a great idea, Artie.
- You do? - Yeah.
- Thank you. - Is this new?
- Yes. - It's lovely.
Thanks. Speaking of timing, I'm late.
All right, if you need me for any reason whatsoever,
you call me-- only if it's important.
Artie, would you just relax, okay?
- We're old pros. - Yeah, go.
Have a great weekend.
Yes, I-- I intend to.
I'll try.
Don't be yourself.
[Dog barks]
$300?
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,
uh, 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.
[Hinges creaks]
[Bulb blows]
Oh!
[Paper rustling]
[Chuckles]
Oh, she'll love it.
"Click me."
Oh, goodness! Oh...
[Girl's giggle echoes]
Hello?
[Girl's giggle echoes] Is someone there?
Help me. Please, help me!
Hello?
[Thud, glass shattering]
[Girl's giggle echoes]
Kristen?
Are you okay?
[Giggles]
Tell me, Father...
Where can I find L'Étoile?
- What? - What?
- I--I don't know-- - You don't know.
- I don't know--what? - L'Étoile.
I don't know what--
Well, maybe this will jog your memory.
Mmmmmm... ha!
Damn, they'll be here soon. I mustn't me late.
L'Étoile. Where is it?
Kristen. Kristen!
What the devil has gotten into you?
[Giggles] Not the devil.
Oh!
[Giggles]
[Tires screech]
- Watch out! - Aah!
[Tires screech]
[Laughs]
[Horn honks, tires screech]
Oh, show some skin, Kristen.
[Giggles]
[Tires screech]
[Crash, glass shatters]
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[Woman screaming]
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 kinda 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. [Purrs]
Possession and telepathy.
An artifact two-fer. 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, Pete.
- You're lookin' hot! - Really?
'Cause I do a thousand crunches, and I'm just, like, oh--
- Pete!
Do you--do you remember touching something
that perhaps you shouldn't have--have touched?
I know what I'd like to touch.
[Knuckles crack] Aah! Ow!
You almost broke my finger, you psycho!
[Distorted voice] Take an ax and hack it to bits.
O... kay.
[Giggles]
We are not going to get anything out of her.
[Giggling]
Let's, uh-- let's go check out
that thrift store.
Yeah.
Smile all you want.
Linda Blair's career was never the same.
[Sighs]
All right... [Breathes, sniffs]
Okay.
[Zips up zipper] Ahh.
Once more into the breach.
Wow.
Just the reaction I was hoping for.
- Hi. - Hi.
Mm.
- Hi. - Hi.
So I need just one more minute.
Relax. Make yourself comfortable.
And I like that jacket.
What, this old thing?
Did you find someplace interesting?
Only the finest, most romantic restaurant in town.
Granted, we don't set the bar very high around here.
Well, it's the company that matters.
I couldn't ask for better.
Whoa. [Chuckles]
- 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, but no--
Jinksy had to be all, "You know--you know what?
I think we should let Pete and Myka handle this one."
That is absolutely me. Do Nicholson!
Oh, 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.
Well, 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.
[Static-bagging items]
Anything sparking?
No. You know, unfortunately,
my mother would love this place.
- Eww. - You?
Nope. I mean, look, we could be here all night.
Maybe not.
Pete?
Spooky.
Blood.
Blood, blood.
Blood. Blood, blood, blood.
Hmm.
Well, if you say so.
Aah! Sh--
"Click me", huh? Click you!
Pete this is-- this is mirror glass.
What?
Would you help me with this for a second?
- Okay. - [Straining]
- It's funny, this almost looks like--
- It is.
Oh, my God, the mirror!
Aah!
No, we--we locked this in the Dark Vault years ago.
Aw, come on, man! Artifacts can walk now?
Pete, do you remember the rule of the mirror?
Yeah, uh, nothing comes out unless something goes in.
Oh, snap, that wasn't Kristen at the hospital!
It was Alice Liddell.
She's free... again.
Hi, handsome.
You from around here?
[Chuckles] Born and raised.
Ooh. Then you must know where I can find L'Étoile.
Yeah, sure. It's over at 6th and State.
It's a short drive from here.
[Chuckles] 6th and State.
Ooh... [Sighs]
My hand is numb. Is that okay?
It might-- it might be too tight.
The--the strap.
Is it, um-- is it tingling?
It was, and now I can't feel anything at all.
Well...
Eleanor does have a tendency to go
a little too tight with these.
Crazy woman thinks she runs this place half the time.
[Moans]
Feels so good.
Mmm... [Chuckles]
[Distorted voice] We're all mad here.
Shh.
Unh!
6th and State.
All Alice ever wanted was to be free of the Warehouse.
It looks like the little lunatic got her wish.
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-- you got me?
- Yeah, 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.
If I'd just escaped from my magic-mirror prison,
I'd want to get as far away from the two of us as possible.
- Where would I go? - Pete.
I really need to start looking down.
Pete, she went this way.
Alice, hands where we can see 'em!
[Gasps] 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. There you go.
What's the last thing you remember?
I was in the stockroom 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--
- And silence. - Yeah.
It was horrible. I never felt so alone.
It's okay.
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, wait, somebody else?
Do 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 blaring]
[Tires screech]
And she's mobile.
I tracked here heading due south
a few miles from your location.
Uploading the coordinates to the Highlander's GPS now.
Wherever that ambulance goes, you'll be able to find it.
Awesome. Thanks, Claude.
The mirror's destroyed, so you guys need to find something
to extract and contain Alice.
Aye, captain.
- Spock and Uhura out. - Thanks.
I like it when I get to be Spock.
Oh, you're hilarious.
Okay, now, I really want to 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. Which is totally freaky.
That thing was locked down tight.
Okay, two jobs.
One, find a containment artifact for Alice,
and two, figure out how that mirror got out.
Paging Leena. Please retreat the Dodgson file
and meet your party in the Dark Vault.
[Whoosh of suction, clattering]
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?
You said she's pretty resourceful.
Doubtful. 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 to 'splain.
You've seen one of these before?
There was a box of black diamonds at the storage space.
What storage space?
Where the artifacts were stored.
What are you talking about?
Artie said he was gonna tell you.
- Tell me what? - That someone's been
stealing artifacts from the Warehouse
and sending them out into the world.
Okay. So many questions.
Well, uh, he wouldn't say much,
but he seemed to know who it was,
and it's clearly someone with a serious beef against him.
All right, 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 and hopefully permanent home
for little Miss Cray-Cray.
Liang-569. The traps section.
Oh, my God.
[Woman's voice cackling]
- Bupkis up front. - The tire's warm.
Okay, the crash must've just happened.
She can't have gotten far.
Not without new wheels.
There's nothing.
Pete... over there.
Bloody hell!
Let's go.
Alice!
- Hey! - [Laughing crazily]
Who the hell are you?
I'm you.
[Laughs]
That's how she's been body jumping.
[Tires screech]
She's got a piece of the mirror.
Love to stay and play,
[distorted voice] but I have a very important date.
[Tires screech]
All right, 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.
Okay, it was a-- 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-hmm. - Your name's Artie, right?
How--how do I know you?
I could hear you tell that story 1,000 times
just to see that look in your eyes
when you tell it.
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 rings]
Sorry.
All right, Pete, this better be so important.
Alice Liddell is loose.
Alice.
- Where? - Rapid City, South Dakota.
Why is she in Rapid City?
'Cause that's where L'Étoile is,
uh, I guess.
L'Étoile?
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.
Yeah. It's also a restaurant.
Compliments of the house.
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 86ed. [Cell phone beeps off]
Artie?
Uh, you know, nature calls.
I understand.
So sorry. Somebody look after that poor girl!
Come on.
Where are the people from this table?
Where, damn it?
[Patrons gasp]
[Fire alarm bell ringing]
[Alarmed murmurs]
This has Alice written all over it.
[Police siren chirps]
Yeah, we should check with Artie.
Artie, where are you?
No, uh, turn around.
- Pete. - Yeah.
Over here. Hey.
So where's Alice?
Alice, well, inside our waitress.
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?
Yeah, and how did she get out of the Warehouse?
Let's not worry about that now.
Let's just focus on what is she doing here,
and what does she want?
Well, we thought it was about her finally being
free of the mirror,
but it doesn't look like she's on the run.
She's hunting something, or someone.
Me.
She's hunting me.
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. - Right, okay.
So the Warehouse agent who wrote Alice In Wonderland
incorporated artifacts into the narrative.
Like, the Mad Hatter is based
on King George III's crown, which causes madness.
And the Stoner Caterpillar?
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?
Hey, you guys look here.
I'll check the next aisle.
[Exhales]
Spartacus's retarius.
Rube Goldberg's wire collection.
Ebenezer Thorndike's lobster trap.
Hey, is that it?
Where, up at the top?
Yes.
Ugh, come to mamacita.
Uh, Claude, be 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.
[Chuckles]
[Grunts]
[Yelling] Aah.
[Grunting] Ow!
What the hell was that?
Claude, are you okay?
Yeah.
Yep, all good, Jinksy.
- You're absolutely sure? - No, no, I'm fine.
- Do you feel any pain? - 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, yeah. - Oh, silly "wabbit."
Girl wonders can't be killed.
- Steve? - Yeah?
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 the way
with the Fateh-Gilani hookah.
And now we have to find Alice.
She could be inside any of these people.
She's probably still here, watching us.
I mean, watching you.
All right, look, while you two play "where's wacko?"--
Myks, do you still have those sunglasses with the mirrors?
- What? - 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, you know?
Yeah. Well, on this date I was hoping
for an entirely different kind of excitement.
Hey. Here we go.
No.
Excuse me, Sparky.
- No. - No.
- Hello. - Ladies?
- Hi. - Hi.
Oh, let's see.
No.
You know, maybe we could-- I don't know,
- do dinner later, or--? - Pete!
If that mad monk thinks he can catch me
- with my britches down... - What?
He's got--what? Nothing.
I--what? Just stay behind me.
Hey, we're supposed to be protecting you, remember?
Maybe Alice decided to take off.
No, no, she's-- she's here, Myks.
I mean, I'm having major vibe-age.
Alice Liddell!
[Gunshot]
Gunfire!
Everybody get down!
Give us the shard!
- Get back! - Hey!
Myka, she jumped out of the fireman.
There.
Secret Service, stay back!
Out of the way!
- 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 we she does it.
- Don't worry, Artie. - Yeah, we'll find her.
Yeah. How we gonna find her?
I mean, we can't make everyone
in Rapid City look in a mirror.
Wait, you know, it seems to me that
if she's looking for us, we have a slight advantage.
Right.
- We should set a trap. - And--
I know just the bait.
Come on.
Somebody order a soul-sucking hookah?
Okay, good, excellent.
All right, let's get the lay of the land.
Two, three, four-- I count five--five exits.
All right, Claudia, you take the front.
Steve, take the two at the back.
You two take the two up in the mezzanine.
Where are you gonna be?
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.
What bucks? There are no bucks.
Fine. Listen, 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.
Artie, what makes you so sure she'll show up?
She's a predator. I'm her prey.
She will not rest until she's made her kill, trust me.
All right, you two, up the mezzanine.
Claudia, you keep an eye on the front door
by hiding behind that plant over there.
- Don't let Alice see you. - Oh, thank God you said that.
Because I was gonna jump up and down and yell,
"Hey, crazy Alice, look over here."
You made your point. Thank you.
Steve, should you be back at the Warehouse
not getting hurt?
You were right, Artie.
I have to tell Claudia about the metronome.
Okay, first things first.
Just--back doors.
[Phone ringing]
Where's my mirror?
You, my dear, are going
as far away from here as possible.
That is not gonna happen.
- Vanessa, I don't wanna argue-- - I am a member
- of this organization. - You are a doctor.
- You are not a field agent. - I am the Warehouse doctor.
Do you have any idea how many agents' lives I've saved?
- Including yours. - Yeah, I was hoping
not to need a doctor this time.
Besides that, I care about you.
- Well, I care about you. - Well, good.
Then this doesn't have to come to fisticuffs.
You have five exits, four pairs of eyes.
You need mine, end of story.
All right.
You stand by the elevators.
That's as far away from here as possible.
- Artie. - Yeah?
- This is a peppermint Patty. - Oh.
- Sorry. - Thank you.
Come on, take a breath, relax.
Just pretend to use your Farnsworth or something.
Oh, that's smart.
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.
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 here for over 100 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, uh, AKA Lewis Carroll.
You see? I retain.
Very good.
Anyway, um, 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.
[Chuckles] 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.
[Distant grunting]
[Thud on the floor]
Artie!
[Grunts]
Vanessa!
[Grunts] Stop.
Aah.
Stop, or I'll cut her wide open.
[Laughs maniacally]
Oh, my God. It's not me she wants.
It's Vanessa!
No! Stop it!
- Way to go, doc! - Find the shard.
Vanessa, did she hurt you?
No. She held this mirror to my face.
No, you're all right. You're all right.
I hope you know how to use that thing.
Uh, open lid, extract spirit. Seems pretty straightforward.
- You might wanna stand back. - It's not here.
The bellhop doesn't have the mirror shard.
- Then where's Alice? - She's right over here.
- Artie... - Hands in the air.
- Drop it! - Oh! Ha ha ha!
I can slit his jugular as quick as
any one 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 was about
so much more than that.
Don't you get it?
Artie!
Brother Adrian's the one who released the mirror
and sent you here 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 have killed her before we came up here.
- 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.
- Oof! - Sorry, Vanessa.
Claudia--now!
Suck on this, Alice!
[Alice blows] Ah!
[Coughing]
[Gasps]
- [Coughing] - Claudia?
Oh!
To hell with the bloody plan.
[Claudia screaming] Myka, hold her!
Open your eyes!
Get out of my friends, you bitch!
Yaaaaahhhh!
- Myka, get a bag? - Okay, okay.
Aah!
Are you all right?
Yeah. Yeah, no, I am.
- I'm not sure if Claudia is. - I guess we'll have
a story to tell her.
Oh... oh...
- 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...
Jeez, what'd you do to your shoulder, huh?
Oh! Uh...
Oh, my God. Oh, my shoulder's killing me.
Okay. Yeah, I-I think that you and Steve
need to have a little conversation.
A what? Ow, ow, ow!
Vanessa.
We got her.
It's over? Oh...
Yeah.
All right, so we're heading home.
Dr. V, pleasure, as always.
Mwah.
Artie, I'll, uh, 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 ten dates, but--
No, no, not the date.
This. Us.
What?
Look... I 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...
You gave me hope...
I could have more.
But after seeing your life threatened
simply because I care about you,
no, this is a mistake, and as long as we're together,
- you'll always be a target. - Whoa, 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.
But after what happened tonight--
It happens all the time in this job.
Being connected to the Warehouse
involves danger on a regular basis.
No, no, no. This is not a debate.
My life has become...
My life has become more complicated
than I realized.
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 finally wake up and realize
that cutting yourself off from the people who love you
is a truly terrible idea...
Call me.
I am not going anywhere.
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 should have told me, Steve.
Well, now you know how it feels.
[Laughs] Okay, touché.
I was hoping to disconnect myself first.
What? Ow!
No--ow!
- Okay. - All right.
The metronome is the only thing keeping you alive.
I can handle a little pain, apparently.
And I get mortally wounded, can you handle a little death?
Because that doesn't work for me.
Look... now that I know,
we'll figure this out together.
We're a team, are we not?
Yes.
Come on. They're waiting for us.
Ow, ow, ow!
Sorry. Sorry.
So Artie didn't want to talk to you
about what happened tonight.
Nope. Just grumpier than usual,
which is saying a lot.
- Hi. - 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 artifacts.
- What? - Basically undoing
his life's work as a Warehouse agent.
But nothing's showing up on the security feeds.
Which would explain why I've been having the mega-vibes.
But not why Artie's been keeping us out of the loop.
Or what black diamonds mean.
Look, guys, let's not panic, okay?
He's probably just trying to protect us.
Yes, but from who?
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.
It'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.
[Softer] I'll st--stop you.
[Beeping]
[Click, hydraulics hiss]
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