Warehouse 13

Previously on Warehouse 13...

Mrs. Frederic has a connection to the Warehouse

that even I don't fully understand.

This is Benedict Valda.

He's one of the Regents.

Paris, 1892.

That's where I'd arranged for my daughter, Christina,

to spend the summer with cousins.

The men who came to rob my cousins' home

were expecting an empty house.

I imagine losing a child

is the worst pain a person can go through.

Your breakfast is served, milady.

A banana?

That's what you made me for breakfast?

Well, it's actually half a banana,

'cause I could only find one in the kitchen,

so we are going to split it.

You know, if we were back at my place,

I would have made you chilaquiles for breakfast...

In bed.

Oh, mi Amor.

You know how I love your chilaquiles.

And your bed.

Maybe...Maybe it could be our bed.

Well, you know, Artie's really strict about certain things.

You know, he likes to have all his Agents

living under one roof, you know, just in case--

there's an irs emergency?

Exactly. You get it.

Sure.

I gotta get back to work anyway.

Okay.

Mmm!

Oh, no, you di'n't!

Hey, get back here!

Don't. Hah. Hey.

So what do you think?

About you moving in with Kelly?

Well, yeah. I mean, is it even kosher,

you know, Warehouse-wise?

Right. I forgot who I was asking.

What is that supposed to mean?

She's a tech nerd,

she's 150,

and you're...Myka.

Not exactly relationship success stories.

Hey, I just got out of a serious relationship.

You didn't "get out."

He had to change his identity and move to a different state.

By order of the Justice Department!

Point taken.

I know a thing or two about the opposite sex.

Many of my lovers were men.

We're gonna follow up on that at a later date,

but, for now, can we bring the focus back round to moi?

Okay, Pete, you just have to ask yourself one question.

I know. "Do I enjoy being yelled at in espanol?"

Do you love her?

Yeah.

I-I think so.

I don't know.

Okay, you're out to restaurant and you order dessert.

The waitress cuts it in half,

one side is a little bit bigger than the other.

Which half do you give her?

The bigger half, of course, 'cause otherwise--

dude, you're screwed. You love her.

What? No! Shut--

you're in love.

Oh. Hi, Mrs. F. Yeah.

Well, apparently, based on a dessert, I guess.

I don't know.

Me and the ladies were just, uh...

Uh, me and the ladies were just

you know, talking about a personal thing that I have.

Not that you would ever, pfft, you know.

So, if it's cool, I'd just like to keep,

you know, my personal stuff... Personal.

Nothing personal, I mean, you know, to you.

But, uh...

Can I go now?

One, Agent Lattimer.

One what?

Uh, "singular sensation"?

"Is the loneliest number"?

You are allowed to reveal the true nature of our work

to one person.

So the question is not whether you should live

with Dr. Hernandez, but, rather, is she your one?

Man, it is good to be out of that desert

and back amongst the living, huh?

You know what? I might start a harem.

How many girls are there in a harem?

Uh...Three.

Hold up, I finally got a signal.

Dude, no phone calls.

Chill out, I'm just texting a pic back to my sister.

Yeah, well, no one's supposed to know that we're here.

She's eight. Who's she gonna tell?

John, you know the deal.

Don't screw this up for us just before we--

You okay, bro?

Yeah, just...

Suddenly got real thirsty.

You look kinda weird, man. Terry?

Dude, what's wrong?

Dry!

Dry!

Somebody help us!

Oh, my God. Rod? We have to do something!

Mrs. F., oh, my God. Are you okay?

Aah!

Aah! Aah!

Aah!

Hey ,guys! I need help in here!

Mooht pooh khesfet.

Mooht pooh khesfet. Mrs. Frederic?

What happened?

One minute we were just talking and then--

mooht pooh khesfet. Mooht pooh khesfet.

Mooht pooh khesfet.

Mooht pooh khesfet.

I do not speak gibberish, Agent Lattimer.

Okay, well, not so much gibberish as...

Creepy spooky blah blah.

No, she's right. It wasn't gibberish.

It was one phrase that you repeated over and over.

Mooht pooh khesfet.

It sounds middle eastern in origin,

maybe Aramaic or an old form of Hebrew.

It's demotic, the tongue of ancient Egypt.

Dead languages are a hobby.

So what does it mean?

Well, I'm not sure.

It's been a while.

According to the translation program I get...

"The penalty is death."

What? What'd you set it on, "extra scary"?

To the best of my knowledge, I do not speak demotic,

so what artifacts do we have from Egypt?

Already on it. Maybe it was dementia...

That caused me to say that.

We'll just keep going through the manifest

till we find the artifact--

Holy synchronicity, Batman.

We just got a ping from Egypt.

What is it?

Nothing good.

Thanks so much for talking to us

about your son, Mrs. Tilson.

We're very sorry to have to ask you these questions.

We know how difficult this must be.

So the body they found,

they're sure then that it was my John?

I'm afraid so, ma'am.

See, this doesn't make any sense.

John couldn't have been in Egypt.

John and his friends,

they were working at an archaeological dig in Peru.

Peru? Yes.

He e-mailed me from there last week.

That's why this is insane.

So he didn't say anything about going to Egypt?

No.

Oh, God.

I should call Terry and Rod's parents.

Maybe they...

What happened to our children?

Ma'am, we promise you, we'll find out.

Hello.

You're John's little sister, aren't you?

That's a very lovely photo, isn't it?

They look very happy.

May I?

Oh, he's very handsome, isn't he?

And who is that lovely little girl standing next to him?

Gabrielle, but everyone calls me Gabby.

Hello, Gabby.

Pleased to meet you.

My name's Helena.

I've got a little girl, you know, about your age.

Does she talk like you do? She does.

May I have a look at your computer, please?

That's your brother there, isn't it?

Myka.

John's little sister had the picture,

but she didn't know where he was.

Why he suddenly left an archeological dig in Peru

to go to Egypt is still a mystery.

He sent her this photo.

It can't be, can it?

Don't make me ask.

That would explain a great deal.

Claudia, that image, print it out right now.

Return with your team immediately.

Okay, but what do I tell--

we have to confirm this.

I'm this close to asking.

The ancient archives.