Warehouse 13

Previously on warehouse 13...

Apparently Martino and your partner

were having an affair, and he was married.

I read the press release of what went down in Denver.

Lives were saved. Lives were lost.

Hey, Bunny.

You're dead, Sam.

I was late.

No, Bunny. I was early.

Myka, the only person responsible for Sam's death

is the piece of garbage that pulled the trigger that day.

Security, 11:00.

Copy that, Chloe.

And clear.

Okay, listen, be ready,

'cause he's gonna loop around again in 12 minutes.

I'll only need four.

Well, Artie was right.

The plaque was just covering up a hole

with a bunch of junk in it.

Civic buildings used to honor their workers

by burying their tools.

Yeah, well, I bet they'd have preferred a proper wage

for tunneling through the Rockies with a pickaxe.

Do you see the spike?

There's a bunch of them in here.

Pete, wait.

Pfft.

What?

No glove, no love, man.

What would I do without my super-cautious partner?

Can't be.

Oh, my God.

Sam?

Sam, wait!

Sam!

Pete, are you gonna be okay?

I have to go check on something.

I'm good. Go.

Oh, sorry.

Ah!

Myka, one of the spikes cut my glove.

I almost got him.

I--

Myka, something's happening.

Myka, help me.

Pete!

Pete, what's happening? Talk to me?

Are you okay?

It's like having breakfast

with my Aunt Jude and Uncle Pall Mall.

Are you okay?

I almost had him, Pete.

What? Had who?

Leo.

Who's Leo?

The guy who shot my partner.

He's the guy who killed Sam.

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I just can't get over it.

Handsome boy like you not married.

He's very picky.

The collection's over here.

So what made your great Uncle collect doorknobs?

O.C.D.

Back then we didn't have Prozac,

so we just called it a hobby and looked the other way.

Well, one of these doorknobs might be worth something now.

Fingers crossed.

Now, I checked my TV Times.

I couldn't find anything called The Artifact Roadshow.

Mrs. Hodgson, can I bother you

for a glass of something cold?

Where's my head today?

I made iced tea

and left it downstairs.

I'll go get it.

I'll get my niece's email address.

She's single too.

Okay.

What do you bet great-Uncle doorknob

never got married either? Yeah.

One of these things is not like the other.

I don't suppose it'll just say

"Triangle Shirtwaist Factory" on it.

Yeah, 146 women die in a sweatshop fire.

That's a hell of a way to create an artifact.

Yeah, they were locked in

so they couldn't leave work early.

As they tried to escape,

the doorknob absorbed their pain

and suffering.

Did Artie give you an actual physical description?

Doorknob.

Right.

Guess we just dump all these out,

drop 'em each in a bag, and see which one--

Ahh!

Oh, is everything okay?

Much better now. Thank you.

- Is that peach? - Thank you.

But I was wearing purple gloves.

Yeah, see, the thing is artifact snagging

is not an exact science.

So can I drive the Prius back?

Please, please, please. Thanks.

You might consider buying one of your own.

As soon as I can get Artie to quit paying me

in bright orange $500 bills.

Okay?

Hey, cute.

Oh. What a sweetheart.

Where'd you come from?

Hmm, she doesn't have a dog.

Agh.

Steve?

Ah.

Three years ago, Leo Bock stole plates

from the Denver Mint.

Later as we were setting a trap for him

he gunned down Sam in the National Building.

But I know that I saw him today.

Here you go.

I've cued it up to 9:00 a.m.

Come on, Leo. Show your face.

We should check credit card purchases

for trains arriving around 9:00.

No, no, Leo's a master counterfeiter.

He tosses off identities

the way that a cook breaks eggs.

There.

That's him.

What camera is that?

The northeast exit.

Pete, let's go.

So he left 20 minutes ago.

He--he took a taxi.

Or no, a bus.

Where does that leave us?

Look, Myka, he came to Denver for a reason.

We'll track him down.

I chased Leo harder than I've ever chased anyone, okay?

I studied him. I knew everything about him.

He drinks gin and tonics with two limes,

he bats lefty, he has no gallbladder,

and he has a dairy allergy.

None of it paid off.

And now he's gone again.

I think we should contact Denver Secret Service.

My old team?

Yeah, well, it's their case, right?

You know, I haven't been in touch with them

since I transferred to D.C.

And then Mrs. Frederic asked me to join the warehouse.

Right, where you've been saving the world

over and over and over again.

But I couldn't save Sam, and I couldn't catch Leo.

And if I were my team,

I'd have a hard time forgiving me.

Hey.

Claudia, hey, wake up.

Jinksy?

Oh, God, what the hell happened?

This time we got snagged and tagged.

And de-bagged.

The doorknob is gone. Somebody must have followed us.

Hey, wait a minute. I saw a car.

What kind?

It was silvery bluey. Ugh, that's all I got.

Looks like they drove closer.

These tracks are fresh.

I'll call Artie.

Shh, you!

You called me.

Artie, somebody knocked us out,

grabbed the doorknob, and zoomed off in a car.

Code red or blue, whatever the worst color would be.

All right, take a deep breath.

Were there any witnesses?

Not in the middle-of-nowhere Wisconsin.

Hey, hey, hey. Easy, fella.

Was the dog there when you were attacked?

Oh, you think the dog did it?

Don't be absurd,

but what do dogs do when a car zooms off?

They chase them?

Yes, and what do cars have on their back bumpers?

License plates.

So maybe the dog saw the license plate

and he can tell us--and that's where this all falls apart.

Just come back

and bring the dog.

Oh, and I'm being absurd?

Ah.

Here.

Let me.

So you're going in early today.

Yeah, well, I think it's best

if we don't show up together.

Why, you think people know?