Warehouse 13

Previously on Warehouse 13...

Why am I having these headaches?

When MacPherson was part of your consciousness...

he may have left something behind.

Paris, 1899.

My daughter Christina had been murdered.

H.G. Wells is to be fully reinstated

as a Warehouse Agent.

Thank you, sir.

And no matter how much good

she's done for all of us,

I'll never trust that woman.

Someone has found the lost Warehouse.

It was always believed to be somewhere near Alexandria.

Warehouse 2 is back online.

So we need to find Warehouse 2

and shut it down.

H.G., guess who just saved the day.

Myka.

Myka.

Myka.

Myka, come on. Pete?

Come on, get up. We gotta go.

Pete, where am I?

Egypt, Warehouse 2,

and we are in big trouble.

Big bump.

I know. I got one to match.

What's that sound? That's sand.

No, I'm sorry, scratch that.

It's the whole freakin' Sahara desert.

This place is filling up with sand, Myka.

The way we came in is history.

I don't know, when H.G. bolted

she must have triggered some kind of self-preservation thing,

something that protects the artifacts.

H.G., she played us! She played me!

Oh, big time.

Oh, I'll kill her.

I'm gonna kill her!

Myka. What?

I get the whole anger thing,

but could you please just channel it

into finding us a way outta here?

Okay, okay.

Our Warehouse, right, there's a back door

in our Warehouse, so there must be one here too.

Bingo! Right.

Pete, look, a hatch! What?

Whoo-hoo! Yeah!

Myka, you found a hatch. Yeah!

A hatch! Whoo!

100 feet up there,

so not as good, but--

well, it wouldn't be up there

if there wasn't a way to get to it.

Right. Right?

So let's look for something, you know.

Egyptian endless wonder.

Right. Get it.

Yeah!

Okay, just keep searching the shelves, okay?

There's gotta be-- there.

I don't know, like, a magic ladder,

or--or a catapult

or something.

And go.

It's probably just a rug, Pete!

And move, and fly.

Oh, my God.

Pete, I'm looking at the ten original books of Plato.

Is there a chapter on flying?

Not that I remember.

Oh, oh, oh. What about--

what about a snake around a staff?

Isn't that a medical symbol?

Uh, that's probably the rod of Asclepius.

It's probably some sort of healing device.

Yes, we can definitely use this.

Ah.

Or not. Pardon me, sir.

Pete! Pete, over here!

Whoa. Right?

Okay, these wings were probably designed by Daedalus.

He was the father of-- Icarus.

Ha, even I know that one.

Turn around. What, why me?

You're the one that eats like a bird.

Well, just don't get us too close to the sun, okay?

They smell.

Oh.

Whoa.

These things actually attract wind.

Yeah, they generate their own lift.

Holy crap!

Whoa.

Can you imagine watching a Browns game like this?

Yeah, I bet that's exactly what Daedalus had in mind.

Up. Pete, up.

Ah, the hatch! Yeah.

All right, get it, get it, get it, get it.

Okay, stop, stop. You ready?

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Go!

It's stuck.

Well, yank it. Yank it hard.

Really? At a time like this?

I'm sorry.

Oh, what? Come on!

Pete, do you hear that? That's the Farnsworth.

It must be working again.

We must be high enough. Back pocket.

What? Okay. Yeah.

Ooh.

Stop laughing!

Okay, okay. Okay.

Okay.

Artie. Hi.

Myka, listen, H.G. Is a bad guy.

We know!

Pete, good, you're together.

Yeah, we always kind of thought we'd go out this way.

Look, Artie, Valda's dead.

Warehouse 2 is filling with sand.

Artie, listen, I'm really sorry.

Tell Kelly that I love her. Tell her to--

shh, shh, shh, shh.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes?

That's the last thing he's gonna say to us?

I always thought it would be a little more, you know,

meaningful.

He didn't even say good-bye. I know.

Oh.

Oh, Myka, hold on, hold on.

Pete, close your eyes!

I can't see.

Okay.

The wings of Daedalus. Good call.

Don't just flap there.

Come on out.

Here we come. Hold on.

Whoo.

Whoo, man, you have got to let me keep these.

Oh, right, because they worked out so well for Icarus.

Artie, who are you, Jerusalem Jones?

What? I just bought this.

So how'd you find us?

I pinpointed the coordinates on your Farnsworth.

Good thing it started working again.

Yeah, they're designed to work deep underground,

but when I lost the signal

I realized that H.G. Had jammed it.

I knew you were in trouble.

When I got here, I reset the frequency.

It was a piece of cake.

Finally, listen, H.G.'S a bad guy.

We know!

Judging from the depth of her preparation,

it seems obvious to me that H.G. Wells

has been planning this for a long--

and I mean a long--time.

She hacked into the Warehouse account

to fund those students.

Yes, and she discovered, somehow, the location

of Warehouse 2 even before she was bronzed.

Did MacPherson know that somehow?

Yeah, but she needed experienced agents

to get in there.

Well, she obviously wanted an artifact,

but which one?

The place is filled with sand, Artie.

It's gonna take months to dig out.

Artie, is there-- is there some kind of inventory

of Warehouse 2?

Yes.

For a time, I had a cognitive connection

to Warehouse 2.

Much of its inventory was downloaded into my mind.

Hell of a backup drive. Can you access it?

I can try. It's fading.

Tell me quickly what you remember

of H.G.'S last position.

Well, Myka and I were in the office

trying to figure out where the key went, right?

And then H.G. ran to see if she could turn off the orb.

She went to the main floor.

Can you describe the area

in which she was ultimately found?

There was-- there was vases.

There was lots of clay pots and vases.

How can she spot what's missing?

She's just that good?

Yes.

Now I assume that Warehouse 2

has an inventory system like ours.

Each item is labeled with a hieroglyph of Anubis.

If Anubis is sitting, then the item is in its proper place.

If Anubis is running...

Ah.