Warehouse 13

Previously on Warehouse 13...

Adwin Kosan,

Agent Lattimer, Agent Bering.

- You make the decisions. - Yes.

"It breaks my heart to write this.

"We both know the warehouse is my happiest place.

Please forgive me, but I have to go."

Agent, Steve Jinks.

I'm really looking forward to working with you.

You're lying.

We need your help. You were almost killed

by an artifact.

You are now officially a warehouse agent.

Hey.

Welcome back. Thanks.

And the first guy goes,

"I don't have to outrun the bear.

I just have to outrun you."

Yeah, you told me that one on the eastbound flight.

No, I didn't.

All right, beginning our descent.

Ugh.

What the hell?

Adam, are you all right?

What's this?

- Adam! - How did I get here?

What's happening to me?

I don't know how to do this.

Island Flight 687,

entering nose-down pitch attitude.

What am I doing here?

Approach is no longer stabilized.

Island Flight 687. Declaring an emergency.

Island Flight 687, what's your situation?

The world is such a scary place.

The most innocent objects can cause destruction.

And mayhem.

A person sees enough of that,

and maybe they decide they don't want

that much responsibility anymore.

A person might think, walking away--

okay, not "a person."

Me.

I left.

"Life or death" all the time, it was too much.

But as a wise and also psychotic woman

recently told me,

you can't walk away

from your truth.

So I'm back.

Am I ready?

The "life or death" thing, it never goes away.

The world is a scary place.

First day back.

I guess we'll see.

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Focus.

Don't get distracted by the high stakes.

Concentrate on what is in front of you.

And...there's no chair for me.

Don't freak out. It's just a chair.

It doesn't mean that they've moved on,

or they don't need me, or...

Here ya go, Myka.

Oh, thanks. A chair, right. Yeah.

Oh, Myka! Thank goddess.

Leena and I were being outnumbered

by team sausage fest.

- Oh! - Oh, that's disgusting.

What? You all eat crap for breakfast.

It's nice to finally have

a healthy eater back in the group.

Could we just try five minutes on, please?

Yes.

Uh, Adam Ashby.

Airline pilot

who forgot how to fly his plane yesterday

while several thousand feet over Seattle.

Luckily his first officer stepped in.

Now, it could've been just a neurological event,

but I don't think it was a transitory...

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Artie, are we gonna fly, or are we gonna drive?

'Cause this is mm-mm...

Hmm?

Can you tell him?

He wants to know if we can go to Seattle by train,

because planes are scary to him now.

You still speak Pete?

Recovered, never cured.

You're gonna take a plane.

You're gonna be perfectly safe.

You two go pack, and you two come with me.

Hey. I was, uh--

should we...

Talk, you know, about me leaving?

Because if there's something that you have to say to me,

you can say it.

No matter what it is, I can take it.

Mykes, we're double-rainbow all the way.

And...

We're back on the case.

- You're going to Boston. - These are case folders.

Thank you.

The auction house offering today,

as one of its items,

a butcher knife owned by one Mary Mallon...

- Typhoid Mary. - Who--

Excellent.

Kiss-ass.

You're a child.

The knife lets its owner transfer its disease

or his injury to anyone.

And your assignment--

go, bid, win.

Go!

"Your"? Not "our"?

No, I'm gonna be in New Hampshire.

Memorial service for a regent.

She was killed in a boating accident.

Awesome.

I mean, not-- not for her, obviously.

Very sad.

But I get my own mission? Yes.

Take the new guy.

Uh-huh.

And who's the senior agent?

That'd be me.

Uh, this doesn't make any sense.

Oh, it does when you know her better.

No, no, no. Last week it was all invisible snakes,

phantom knives, slam, bam, death by Shakespeare.

Today you're sending me on a--

a Fedex run for a cooking implement.

I mean, isn't there something more...

Not boring?

I'm gonna need you to keep that attitude in check, Jinksy,

as the senior agent on this mission.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Please continue your "Me dance."

Artie.

Come back with the artifact

and then tell me it's too easy.

Ugh.

We've never seen a case quite like this.

Two days ago, this man was an experienced pilot

with a degree in Aeronautical Engineering.

The chart says he's gotten worse

since he came in.

Yeah. Yesterday he thought he was in college.

Today he's five years old.

We think it's some sort of accelerated Alzheimer's.

And no one else he's come in contact with

has been affected? No.

And physically he's fine,

but his mind, his memory is just--

He's slipping away.

All right, kids,

this is where it gets interesting.

Hemostat.

Wh-what's going on?

Where--what do I--

Where am I? Put your mask back on.

- Oh, my God. I had this-- - Doctor. Doctor, you need to...

- I don't know what I'm doing. - Pressure's dropping.

He's going into shock. Code blue!

We need help! Call for help now!

We need to stabilize him.

And 300 to you, sir. Looking for 400.

400 anywhere in the room? Looking for 400.

400. Looking for 400. 400 I have...

Okay, Mary's knife is next.

This is very Thomas Crown.

Well, it's not a Monet.

It's a kitchen utensil.

So you're kind of a poopy-pants, aren't you?

No, it's just that I thought that this job

was gonna have a little more action,

like what I'm used to at the ATF--

guns and bad guys... Guns.

Right. Well, we don't go after bad guys in our job.

We go after artifacts.

So if you wanna kill a bad guy,

maybe find the person who made this ceramic clown.

Ew! Ohh! Take it away. Please.

Next up is item number 62--

Mary Mallon's knife. Ooh, ooh! Here we go.

We'll begin the bidding at $2,000.

2,000? Thank you very much.

2,000 I have. Looking for 2,100.

Thank you. 2,100. 2,200 anywhere?

- She's going after my knife. - Do you not understand

how an auction works?

Looking for 2,300. 2,300 to you.

Thank you very much. 2,400 anywhere in the room?

2,400. My budget isn't unlimited,

Nanny McSnootyson. I hate her.

This is silly. Why didn't we just buy it

before it went to auction?

Because we're stealth, dude. We try not to get noticed.