Warehouse 13

Previously on Warehouse 13...

Come on old friend

so what, you think our Jimmy took a playdate?

If there's a history log in here, we could look up...

There.

Pete, Artie says that H.G. Wells is actually--

a woman...

Could you please be careful with that

I know all about it.

You what?

I was Apprenticed at Warehouse 12.

Oh!

Cavorite was an anti-gravity metal

that Wells about, but cavorite doesn't exist.

James?

James!

I'm sorry, Arthur.

You stop trying to confuse me!

Pete, you've been infected by an artifact.

Myka, you and Artie, you got to get out of here.

He's got snipers all over the place!

The telegraph seems to have tapped

into some subliminal anxiety.

Take some time off, Agent Lattimer.

Hmm.

I guess I'm just lucky that

the only vet in Univille makes house-calls.

I love ferrets.

Besides, this is a farming community

and if I didn't make house-calls,

my office would look like a traveling circus.

Myka!

Guess how many croissants I shoved into my mouth at once.

One day you'll have to tell me

how you got partnered up with that one.

Well, the croissant thing's actually kind of impressive

when you see it.

Yeah, at least it keeps him from talking.

Oh, that's right.

You prefer your males to bark and hump your leg.

I'm sure it's in your repertoire.

Okay, okay.

Thank you.

You know, we have to get back to work,

but thank you so much for coming.

Myka, for you, anytime.

Okay.

What is with you two? She started it.

Good, good, you're here. Follow me.

We got a ping.

Awesome. Time to get back out there

and kick some artifact butt.

Mmm, not you, no.

Until we're sure that there's no residual effect

from your last encounter, you are grounded.

Myka, you're going to Tamalpais University

in Northern California.

Artie, this is about a wrestling team.

God, all right, all right. Yes, yes.

It's about a wrestling team.

This wrestling team, they've lost every match

for the last seven years and overnight,

they've become unstoppable.

No, this is-- this is one of ours.

I know you wrestled in college.

What can I say? Irony is my specialty.

So-- grounded!

This team was tested for steroids, right?

One of the kids on the team died

three weeks ago,

in a fire, alone, camping.

If an artifact is helping them,

it could also be killing them.

Okay, I'm on it.

Yeah, Claudia, take this,

because you're going with Myka to California as a backup.

For reals?

My first official assignment as an Agent?

Shut up! As...An Apprentice.

While you're on campus,

enroll and get a degree, will you?

Will you never stop with that?

Should I have worn something more business-suity,

you know, so people take me seriously as an Agent?

You're not an Agent. You're an Apprentice.

Right. Apprentice.

Taking notes.

"Jeans are fine."

Well, it looks like they won again.

Think the artifact's in here?

Anything's possible, but artifacts don't talk.

People talk.

Right.

Interviews with people, indeed.

I'm ready to begin my Apprentice education.

Hoo-wah!

Always happy to answer questions on how much

we're winning, but I'm not sure what exactly

you're investigating.

Apprentice really be in here?

We just have some routine questions for you.

Gary!

Gary, come talk to these ladies.

Sure, Coach. What's up?

Hi, Gary, is it?

So why do you think your team started winning?

I mean, what changed?

Coach Tappon finally got our asses in gear.

He got us to want it again.

And if you want it bad enough, you're gonna crush it.

And now we're crushing it.

But seven straight seasons without a win

and now all of a sudden--

Oh!

Claudia, do you want to see what's going on

out in the hallway?

Okay, thanks, bye.

Hey.

Hey, aren't you the guy who just won?

I feel weird.

My muscles are hurting bad.

I think I need a--

Ah!

Myka! Myka!

One death on the team is bad enough.

Two is...Unthinkable.

But I know Phillip would want us to go on.

How'd it go with the police?

He just caught on fire, Myka.

I should have done something.

There wasn't anything to do.

You would have done something.

You would stay calm at least.

I literally freaked out.

So the police are calling it an accident?

Of undetermined cause.

But I hacked the coroner's report on both desks.

Check it out.

Teddy Benson, the wrestler who died

in the campsite fire?

Burn patterns show that the fire

started inside his sleeping bag.

Okay, so two deaths by spontaneous combustion

on the same wrestling team.

Yeah, I call shenanigans.

And unless a sweaty gym sock is the artifact,

then there's nothing that--

okay, there's that.

Hoo-wah!

Oh, yeah. You can score that a 9.8.

All right, I'm gonna go talk to the Coach

about that medal and you follow up with the team.

Wait. Follow up?

By myself? Yeah.

Talk to them.

You know, investigate.

Sure. Yeah, I'll just follow up.

Ahh, mom!

Pete!

Are those Timothy Leary's glasses?

Take them off right now. That's not a toy.

I'm bored, okay?

They make things so much less boring.

Did you hear what I said? Take 'em off right now.

Right now.

Wouldn't you rather have a nice little fish?

Okay, stop it.

Give me the glasses. Don't!

Get up out of my chair.

Child.

Man, desk duty is lame.

Ow.

Oh, it's nothing personal, senor sensitivo.

No. Ow.

What? What? What is it?

It's nothing. It's no big deal.

It's just probably my appendix growing back.

Your who with the what now?

Yeah, it's, uh...

Grows back every year.

It's a side effect of spending too much time

in the Warehouse.

Hmm?

Nothing to worry about.

It's all good.

Yeah, I need a visit from the doctor.

Yeah.

What?

Are you serious?

Touching a gold medal caused them to burn up?

You got both paddles in the water?

You were a champion.

Now you're a Coach.

I know what it's like to do good work

and no one notices.

A winning team puts you back on top.

Whoa.

You think I'm involved in their deaths?

You're out of your mind.

If I'm crazy, show me the medal.