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!
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 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.
Four score and seven years ago...
I have a dream...
One giant leap for mankind...
Tear down this wall.
It's 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 have thought immortality was trade enough.
Oh, 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 could there be nothing in the system
about why Paracelsus was bronzed?
I don't know. I just figured he's some kind of
Lex Luthor-Joker- Doctor Doom-mash-up.
I mean, the Warehouse only bronzed the baddest of the baddies.
H.G. wasn't a baddie.
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
and a bunch of other artifacts are missing.
Yeah. I'm just going to stick with super villain 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.
Whoa!
You don't need lips to read that.
Ready to go. Let's give this a try.
That didn't work, Artie, she's still bronze.
Yeah, I know, 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 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 un-bronze 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 does it not surprise me?
So, Paracelsus has the bronzer stele
and he's holding it till he gets whatever it is that Sutton has.
Yeah. That's not a message.
It's a ransom note.
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4x19 All the Time in the World
You know, 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'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 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 you urgency to free Paracelsus,
you neglected to factor in one volatile element,
- Paracelsus! - That's why Nick had the gun.
I told him not to underestimate...
I should have un-bronzed Paracelsus...
Myself.
- Password? - Year I was born. 1502.
I would have 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.
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 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?
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.
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 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
that 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 un-bronzed him. Even though you knew he was dangerous?
We assumed 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 going to 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 going to 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 diggin' 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. lt's just...
Too dangerous.
Come on!
The old boy's been there for, like, 11 hours.
Well, you know, it takes time. Needle in a haystack.
- Maybe he needs some help. - Really? You're 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? - Myka...
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!
I got it! I got it!
This system has been maddeningly slow.
- Okay. - 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!
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? - Shh.
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. 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 built to stabilize the stele artifact
and create a bronzed state for the prisoners
who 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...
- The stele. - What does that mean?
Her bronzed state is unstable.
If we don't find the artifact
or find away to reverse Claudia's disintegration
then eventually she's just gonna...
Crumble away.
Lots of bronze files. We got Bronze Age,
Bronze Era,
Bronze... Couldn't you...
Phosphor Bronze. Arsen... Arsen...
What the hell? Come on.
Okay, Bronze Color, Bronze Properties,
- Bronze Cop... - I...
- I got this. All right? - What, you've got this?
- Yes. - There's, like, a gazillion files
- that have something to do with bronze... - There are 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 algorith... - Artie.
Mrs. Frederic.
You're here.
Yes, I am.
- Mrs. Frederic? - Yes, Arthur?
Why are you here?
There's something here.
There's something of...
Yeah. I was hoping to correct that before.
You know what? I have something to 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 access... - 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 naturally. - Good, good.
Where is the little weasel?
Oh, just follow the money.
There.
He looks a lot better than he did the last time we saw him.
A lot more alive.
Thank you all so much for joining us this evening.
I am 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.
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.
"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! He'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.
Sutton will be making off with the gems tonight.
- We can't lose him. - Okay.
- Pete? You circle around... - 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.
No. No.
I'm fine.
Trey, 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 cracks starting everywhere.
Not her yet, but it's just a matter of time.
- 64A. - 64A?
Yeah, that's four 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 would 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.
To us. Hmm.
Whoo! Ooh!
The bubbles went straight to my head.
You must lie down.
I'll join you.
Perhaps, we could think of something to do while you'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 fiance to the US.
He's been a very bad boy.
Some folks back home want a piece of him.
No, you can't. Can't. Can't!
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. - I feel left out. Tell me about it.
- I beg your 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 fiancé is dead!
Sorry, love. Long story.
Oh!
Pete! Myka! He's gone.
Oh, man!
How many times are we going to let him die and sneak off like that?
Okay, Charlotte, you just stay here.
And don't shoot anyone else.
I'm 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...
I miss your constant chatter.
Don't worry.
Claud, we're going to get you out of this.
After all the times that you've saved us.
Oh, my God. Pete!
Argh!
I cast you out!
Hey. Oh, my God.
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.
And that will help her fight deterioration.
But I'm going to need DNA.
Well, her toothbrush. Or a hairbrush.
No, I need a blood sample.
From a family member.
You've reached the voice mail 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? This is 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 voice mail of Josh...
Oh, Joshua, call me back. Joshua, call me back.
Please, don't make me do this.
- Incoming. Incoming. - Hey! Look out!
Hey! Hey! Make a hole! Make a hole!
Stop him!
Oi! Oi!
You there.
Those two! They're intruders.
They just attacked the Duchess.
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. Well 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, no. Didn't Mrs. Frederic tell you?
The files have been redacted. They're not there.
There's 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's 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 you 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?
Well, 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.
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.
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.
It took an entire village to turn the three of you into gods.
You killed them?
Well, all 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.
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.
But it was the agents of Warehouse 9 who collected him.
What is this? How dare you?
What are you doing in 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.
- Touché! - 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 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 have the Stone. - Okay, 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, but 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 in Stoudios, in Constantinople.
The monastery's in ruins but the lab is still intact.
You've been there, haven't you?
Hmm.
Claud, are you there?
This setup belonged to Barry Seal.
He was a pilot/drug smuggler
who flew covert missions for the CIA.
- But you should probably... - Oh, my God! Steve, can you hear me?
Yes, 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 am 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, so no cell service.
ls there any way to contact him?
Well, not by phone but don't worry,
I'm gonna get the DNA right now.
Okay.
Claud...
Hey, you're, 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 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's 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 away
to undo what Paracelsus did.
You're not the only one who loves our son.
It's not much farther.
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.
- Mykes. - Hey!
I lost Sutton. He heard the scream and he thought it was Nick.
So did Charlotte. We got to find them before Paracelsus does.
- Right. This way? - Yeah.
Oh, my God, Pete! Look at this place.
The bronzing artifact.
Pete, look at this.
It's the Cavalry 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.
You think that's a
A trap?
Pete!
Okay.
Okay, I think I found something that will help.
Not as good as DNA, but...
Maybe 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.
Well, at least it hasn't started on your nose yet.
Oh, you're not trying to grow that out, are you?
Whatever's happening, I think it's speeding up.
I, I can't feel my legs anymore,
my chest is starting to hurt.
So how about you hurry up with the slowing down.
I figured that you're oxidizing.
So, I brought the binnacle from the USS Squalus.
It's 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 that 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.
Phew!
Claud! Claud! 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.
Ah!
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, Mykes. Mykes, the Stone...
- The Stone... He's got the Stone. - What?
How did he, uh... 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.
Nick, is that you?
Nick!
God!
Five hundred years together
and still the perfect little family.
You bastard!
Mother, don't, don't...
It's Coleridge's fishing net.
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.
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 differently.
You took everything from me.
Now I'll take something from you.
- Not Nick! - No!
Hey! Drop that!
The Warehouse is always so clever.
But never clever enough!
- You, okay, Mykes? - Yeah, 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?
Hey, 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 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.
Get out of here.
No, 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.
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.
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 have 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 failsafe 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 apologize.
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.
Oh, my God! It worked, you're back!
- You okay? - Here, Claud, here. Let me help you.
- Uh-huh. Yeah. - You want my coat?
- Here take my coat. - Oh! Okay.
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 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.
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.
So...
Okay.
Just go.
I'll go. Okay.
I'm fine. I'm fine. I'm fine, guys. Really.
And, Artie, please take your coat.
Smells like old cookies.
Claud...
- 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 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 time.
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 gains strength I am...
I will...
Mrs. Frederic!
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