Previously on Warehouse 13...
I have cancer.
You are the Count of St. Germain!
An alchemist used a stone to keep my body from aging.
- Myka! - Uhh!
Sir?
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 broke into the Warehouse
and released one of the Bronze Sector prisoners.
- A guy named Paracelsus. - The alchemist!
He destroyed the bronzer.
And look... this is Claudia.
I have a dream...
One giant leap for mankind.
Tear down this wall.
Uhh!
It's brilliant.
I understand now.
Thank you for freeing me, Nicholas.
The centuries...
pass slowly when you are encased in bronze.
Mother and I have 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.
Ah. I would have thought immortality
was trade enough.
We've been ageless for far too long, uncle.
Ah.
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, Dr. Doom mash-up.
I mean, the Warehouse only bronzed
the baddest of the baddies.
HG wasn't a baddie.
Well, 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, Genghis Khan's mace,
and a bunch of other artifacts are missing.
Yeah, I'm just gonna stick with supervillain mash-up.
Hey! Don't break her.
Yeah, thank God you said that,
because, you know, breaking her, that was our big plan.
- You fixed it? - Just be glad that they
didn't destroy this whole thing.
So why do you think they took her out of there?
Were they gonna try and bronze someone else?
I don't know. You know who might know?
You, if you keep using the durational spectrometer.
We also may be able to figure out where they went.
Okay, yeah, we're just, uh...
Okay.
Ohh. Don't need lips to read that.
We're ready to go. Let's give this a try.
Uh--uh, that didn't work, Artie, she's still--
I can see that.
Just need to reset.
It's probably just, you know,
a loose wire.
Something electronic,
or could be something far worse.
Artie, what is it?
- Yeah, it's gone. - What's gone?
The artifact that makes this bronzer 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,
I'd say it was 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
his son has.
Yeah, that's not a message.
It's a ransom note.
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You know, there's really no reason to restrain me like this.
I'm not going anywhere.
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's 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 to Claudia.
You know what, lady, I'm--
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 have unbronzed Paracelsus.
My cell.
- Password. - Year I was born, 1502.
I would have guess 1508. What's your secret?
Oil of Olay?
No messages.
Call him. Speed dial is "N."
Seriously-- pilates, sunscreen.
Straight to voicemail.
Something's happened.
Paracelsus made plans of his own.
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,
often combining that science with artifacts.
Multiple artifacts.
Just a few moments.
Step into the chamber.
By your command,
dear brother.
The wine... You've drugged me. Why?
I was already playing your guinea pig for a reasonable fee.
What the hell is my family doing here?
Have you lost your mind?
Uhh! This was only supposed to be me!
Let them go. You don't need them.
Oh, 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
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 artifact.
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.
She married, she had children,
and she forgot all about he 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 got to use the same mixture of artifacts
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,
and grateful.
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.
Well, 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...
Then Sutton would know where to find him.
Any idea where you husband is?
Oh, 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, like, 11 hours.
Well, you know, it takes time.
Needle in a haystack.
Maybe he needs some help.
Really? You gonna--
you gonna put your hand in the lion's cage?
- No, no! No! No! - Good point.
So, while we're at it,
why don't we, uh...
Why don't we talk about
why you haven't started your treatments yet?
- What treatments? - Like, uh,
your cancer treatments,
which you should have started, like, yesterday.
Look, that's why I didn't tell anyone about this, okay?
This is-- this is my disease.
And it's my treatment program,
and I will start it when I'm good and ready to start it.
You're really telling me how to handle my own body.
No, 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,
and then video from Charles De Gaulle Airport.
- And then I widened the net. - Artie
Uh, long story short--
the count is posing as a Russian businessman
named Vladimir Kamenev.
- Natter Weekly? - Yes, Natter Weekly.
It's 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 formalwear
and off to Luxembourg you go. Take Charlotte with you.
- Wait, Charlotte? - Yes, Charlotte!
Charlotte knows her husband better than anyone.
Just keep an eye on her. Go, go, go, go.
Okay.
Artie, get down to the Bronze Sector now!
- I think she's getting worse. - Worse than bronzed?
Yeah. The Farnsworth, it's crumbling.
- And that's not normal. - Right.
No, the bronzer, it was build to stabilize
the stele artifact and create a bronze state
for the prisoners... would remain alive and...
That's why we didn't find her inside the bronzer.
Paracelsus must have bronzed her outside the machine
using just a stele.
What does that mean?
Her bronze state is unstable.
And if we don't find the artifact
or find a way to reverse Claudia's disintegration,
the eventually, she's-- she's just gonna...
crumble away.
Lots of bronze files.
We've got bronze age, bronze era, bro--
could you...
Bronze-- phosphor bronze,
arsen--arsen-- what the hell?
Come on. Get...
Okay, bronze color, bronze properties,
- bronze compo-- - I-I got this, all right?
Oh, you've got this? There's like a gazillion files
that have something to do with bronze or--
- 6,083 files. - Well, 6,083 files
that you can't get through alone.
I don't plan to get through them alone.
What I plan to do is use an algorithm--
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--
Uh, 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.
Well, whatever they had on Paracelsus,
they didn't keep any records of it.
I must access the restricted files.
The what? There are restrict--
there are restricted files?
Of course, only the Regents in their infinite wisdom
would have restricted files so we couldn't acc--
Arthur... Not now.
Yeah, uh, look, call me if there's any change.
- Artie, Artie. - What?
She didn't just disappear. She walked away.
Walked.
Yeah.
Okay, guys, just act natural.
- I am acting natural. - Good, good, good.
Where is the little weasel?
Ah, 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,
12 times in five centuries.
Yeah, 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.
Heh heh. "Family jewels."
- So he can steal them? - Yes.
And afterwards,
he'll use them to do a thai gem scam
or a rip deal-- God, it's so predictable.
You know what? I'll bet he's that Nigerian prince
that keeps emailing me.
No, not you.
No, hey... not you. Would you...
Sutton will be making off with the gems tonight.
- We can't lose him. - Okay, Pete...
- You circle-- - Guys, guys, guys, guys.
I told you we should have 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.
Took an hour for the Farnsworth.
Now there's racks starting everywhere.
Not her yet, but it's just a matter of time.
- 64-A. - 64-A?
Yeah, it's down.
Two from the left.
Hook her onto that. It'll monitor her vitals.
Meanwhile, I'll keep looking into this.
Well, look into what? What is it?
You want a seminar or do you want to 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.
- Oh! - Mwah.
The formal announcement has left me
rather unexpectedly amorous.
Vladimir, you're a rogue.
That I am.
To us, my darling.
To us.
To us. Hmm?
Whoop! Oh!
The bubbles went straight to my head.
Oh, you must lie down.
I'll join you.
Perhaps we could think of something to do
while we're down there, hmm?
Let me help you get more comfortable.
Mwah!
Hold it right there, Count Sticky Fingers!
Who are you?
We're with the Secret Service.
We're here to extradite your fiance to the US.
- What? - He's been a very bad boy.
Some folks back home want a piece of him.
No, you can't!
Guards! Guards!
I believe I have 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.
- Beg pardon? - Um, nothing.
It's not important.
I'll have to contact Mr. Kosan.
Good.
Yeah, bit of a ticking clock, you know?
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 fiance is dead!
Are you all right?
Sorry, love. Long story.
Uhh!
Hyah!
Uhh!
Agh!
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, uh...
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, Claud.
We're gonna get you out of this.
After all the times that you've saved us.
Oh, my God!
Pete!
- Gah! - Oh!
I cast you out!
- Hey. - Oh!
After all the times you've saved us,
you'd never let us hear the end of it
if we didn't save you, right?
And, according to this, your vitals are...
not responding.
Artie, for crying out loud!
How did you hear me?
What? No, 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 a hairbrush.
No, I need a blood sample
from a family member.
Hey, you've reached the voicemail of Josh.
- Leave me a message. - Yeah.
Joshua, this is Artie again.
Listen, I have left you messages
on every number that you have.
Will you call me back, please? Urgent.
Artie, her shoes and jacket are starting to crack,
and I can't get her vitals.
Don't worry, I will find Joshua.
Hey, you've reached the voicemail of Josh.
Ah, Joshua, call me back. Joshua, call me back.
Please, don't make me do this.
- Pardon me, pardon me. - Ah! Look out!
Hey, hey! Make a hole, make a hole!
Stop him!
Oy! Oy, you there!
Uh, th-those two!
They're intruders.
They just attacked the duchess.
Aah!
Got him.
I, uh, guess we crashed the party. Huh.
Did you see Mrs. Frederic?
Yes, I just left her at the B&B.
Yeah. She was a little unfocused this morning,
but she's gotten worse.
And, if I didn't know any better,
I'd say she was developing some kind of dementia.
And rapidly--I don't think she can help us anymore.
The only thing we can do for Claudia now
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,
the 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.
The 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 want to see you either.
We need your help.
You crashed my engagement party
and shot me because you need my help?
Watch your tone, darling, or next time
I'll shoot you in the face.
Your brother bronzed our friend,
and 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 bronzing process.
That's how he knew what made the bronzer work.
Yeah. Well...
Somebody let him out.
He took the bronzing artifact 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 it could do it.
Sutton, Paracelsus took Nicholas.
He says you know what he wants.
Revenge spring to mind.
Among other things.
My brother was consumed with the idea
of being immortal and what immortals could accomplish.
But I was foolish enough to think him eccentric
rather than insane.
What did you do us?
I gave you a gift.
A gift that not even God can give.
Immortality.
You shall live forever.
You, in turn, assured me
that philosopher's stone works.
Are you mad? Waving some rock around
didn't make us immortal.
But it did.
Good God.
I must have killed the three of you a dozen times
- when you slept. - I didn't think it possible.
Anything is possible.
At a cost.
Took an entire village to turn the three of you into God.
You killed them?
Well, great achievement comes at a price.
Socrates was executed.
Magellan died proving the world was round.
They gave their own lives, not the lives of others.
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 end game was,
but I wouldn't allow him to cause more death.
I went to the authorities.
But it was the agents of Warehouse 9
- who collected him. - What is this?
How dare you! What are you doing here?
After he was bronzed, the Regents
wanted the 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 St. Germain.
A fellow has to eat.
That little trick helped me pay my bills.
Oh, as if you've ever paid a bill.
- Touche. - So you have the ring?
No, they have the ring.
They 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 then lost it to pirates.
Until I found it.
So you have the stone?
- No, they have the stone. - They have the stone?
You just said you have the stone.
No, I said they had the stone.
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.
Yeah, well, first we have to find him.
He'll go to his lab.
After 500 years, it's still there?
It's deep beneath the Monastery of Stoudios
in Constantinople.
The monastery's in ruins, but the lab is still intact.
You've been there, haven't you?
Ah.
Claud, are you there?
Well, 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, yeah. Claud, loud and clear.
Are you okay? Over.
You mean aside from being the 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?
Oh, hold on a sec, okay?
Look, I can't reach Joshua.
I know where he is, it's not far,
but it's a high-security facility--no cell service.
Is there any way to contact him?
Not by phone, but don't worry--
I'm gonna get the DNA right now.
Okay.
Claud, hey, your, uh,
your bronze state isn't stable. It's disintegrating.
But Artie thinks he can use DNA to help you.
He's on his way to Joshua right now.
Joshua's DNA can un-bronze me?
No, no, but...
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, Claud.
This monastery has been destroyed and rebuilt
at least a dozen times.
I mean, how did you keep Paracelsus's 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 at him from both sides.
Pete, you and Charlotte go this way.
Sutton and I will loop around.
Each team has half a stone, so if anyone gets caught,
we have bargaining power.
Good luck.
No!
Nick!
Hey!
Charlotte, wait!
- Wait. - Hey. I lost Sutton.
He heard the scream and he thought it was Nick.
So did Charlotte. We gotta find 'em
before Paracelsus does.
Right. This way?
- Yeah. - Okay.
Oh, my God, Pete, look at this place.
- The bronzing artifact. - Pete, look at this.
That's 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!
Okay, I think I found something that'll help.
Not as good as DNA, but maybe enough to save your haircut.
What, my haircut's in danger?
Maybe not, but I liked you better with short hair.
I've been trying to grow it out.
Well, least it hasn't started on your nose yet.
Oh, you're not trying to grow that out, are you?
Heh. Whatever's happening, I think it's speeding up.
I can't feel my legs anymore, more chest is starting to hurt,
so how 'bout you hurry up with the slowing down?
I figured that you're oxidizing,
so I brought the binnacle from the USS Squalus,
a submarine that sank in 1939.
Now, a lot of the men survived 40 hours
on a minimal amount of oxygen,
so I figure I'm gonna use the binnacle
to suck all the oxygen out of the bronzer,
slowing down your deterioration.
Jinksy! I'm impressed.
Take it 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.
Whew.
Claud, Claud.
- Already stopped it. - Whoo 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? - Who?
Where is he? Where did he go?
Where'd who go?
Paracelsus.
He was... he was here.
Oh, no. Myks, Myks. The stone.
The stone, he's-- he's got the stone.
All right, so...
How did he-- how did he get in here?
I don't know, I don't know. I conked out.
How do we get out of here?
Same way we got in?
Sutton, is that you?
Nick!
God.
500 years together,
and still the perfect little family.
You bastard.
- Stop! - Don't! Don't.
It's Coleridge's fishing net.
And he has far more dangerous artifacts 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.
Uhh!
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,
the 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.
Not Nick!
No!
Uhh!
Hey! Drop it!
Warehouse agents are always so clever.
But never clever enough!
Uhh!
- You okay, Myks? - Yeah, go! Oh!
Not so fast, Senator Palpatine!
Look... Sutton, Nick,
just try and get Charlotte out of here, okay?
I need to go get the stele.
No! Charlotte!
Nick! Sutton?
Hey, you guys are mortal now.
Falling building hurt!
Hold on, mother, just hold on!
Oh, my God.
Guys, this whole place is collapsing.
We've got to 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, no. Mother, we can do this.
I'm sorry, 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.
Hey, please.
It's what we've wanted.
It's what we've worked for all these years.
You've got a life.
Live it now.
Uhh!
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--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 the 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 met 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 apologize.
This is a lei niho palaoa,
once worn by Hawaii's queen Ka'ahumanu.
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.
- You okay? - Here, Claud, here.
- Let me help you. - Uh-huh, great.
You want my coat? Here, take my coat.
Okay. Whew.
We could have 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--we think we have all the time in the world,
but we don't.
We--we just don't.
You... have...
cancer.
And you need to get it taken care of.
Because I'm not gonna play that scene, Myka.
I'm not gonna regret all the years
that 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 really-- I don't want to cry right now.
Ahem! So...
Okay.
Just go.
- I'll go. - Okay.
I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, guys, really.
Artie, please take your coat.
It smells like old cookies.
Claud, what is it?
Something's wrong. It's...
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 quite 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 ti--
Ms. 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 gained strength, I--
I will...
- Mrs. Frederic! - Mrs. Frederic!
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