Warehouse 13

Previously on Warehouse 13...

We haven't met.

I'm Mrs. Frederic.

Warehouse 13... Is it yours?

It's mine... And so are Lattimer and Bering.

Excuse me?

Kate Logan, Chicago Field Office.

I didn't know you transferred to Chicago.

So, uh, you showing up here

means I should call you, right?

Call, don't call-- same as always.

Hey...

I'm so sorry we got cut off earlier.

S-something huge came up.

I don't think it's a good idea for me to see you anymore.

Turn around and put your hands in the air!

H.G. Wells. That's my daughter...

My Christina.

Everything that ever mattered in my life

is gone now, except the Warehouse.

I want to come back and work there again.

Okay, I don't care

if I'm having a brain transplant.

If you cross paths with H.G. Wells,

yank me out of anesthesia, and you fill me in.

Is that understood?

Yes, sir. Crystal clear.

Aggh!

Agh! Aah!

Stop!

For God's sak-- agh!

I told you I've got a bad shoulder, okay?

It's an old wrestling injury.

71.

He bowled a 71.

It's amazing to me that you're single.

Really, so surprising. It broke.

What? What? What broke?

She knows. Just some dumb shelf.

Is there a reason Warehouse shelves are falling down?

Yes. We need brackets.

From the hardware store.

Well, I'm usually pretty good at mysteries.

This one's got me stumped. Yeah, me too.

Todd works at the hardware store.

Oh! Yes, yes.

Todd, the young lad with the the glasses--

the boyfriend. Not anymore.

They broke up.

She's trying not to run into him,

so she won't go to the hardware store

to get the brackets-- I don't care about Todd.

She doesn't care about Todd. What a coincidence.

And we've got work to do.

Yes, let's all grow up a little, shall we?

Oh, snap!

Kate Logan.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

Just can't get enough of me, can you?

Well, who can blame you?

What?

Pete, what's wrong?

It's Dickinson. Somebody--

guys...

We have to go to Washington, D.C. right now.

Do they know the cause of death?

Massive internal bleeding and hypovolemic shock.

This is an X-ray of Dickinson's hand.

It looks like every bone has been dislocated.

Yeah, the carpals usually sit right against the radius,

but there's a half an inch between them.

Every joint in his body looks like that,

as if he was pulled apart.

My God.

What the hell could have done this?

The only word for it is "freaky."

That's why I called you.

That's what you do, right? Weird and freaky.

The pain-- it just must have been...

Would you give us a minute?

Right. Super secret weird and freaky.

I'll be outside.

I just-- I can't believe this.

Why?

I don't care what it takes,

but we are not gonna stop

till we know who's responsible for this.

Pete...It's me.

This is my fault.

Artie, what do you mean this is your fault?

How can this be your fault?

Artie, just-- just talk to us.

What did this?

You wouldn't have thought it was anything--

just an old, rusty chain.

What chain?

The rack

the chain from Torquemada's rack.

What? Who is this Torquemada woman?

A different rack entirely.

Tomas de Torquemada--

the Grand Inquisitor-- he was the driving force

behind the Spanish Inquisition.

If the holder pulls the chain taut

and focuses his energy on the victim,

then it induces the same kind of bone-wrenching agony...

That was suffered on the rack.

That's why Dickinson's bones were all...

Twisted and wrenched from their sockets.

I'm sorry.

I'm so, so sorry.

Artie, I just don't understand.

How is this your fault?

Well...

In the '70s, I had some dealings with the Soviet Union.

No, no, no. Artie, we know all that.

Okay, pre-Warehouse, you worked for the NSA.

You traded secrets to the Russians.

They were gonna charge you with treason.

But Mrs. Frederic fixed it.

You didn't trade secrets...

Did you?

Artifacts?

Just trinkets.

I thought that they were antiques,

old relics that the Soviets were willing to trade for.

What, wait, trade-- trade what--money?

No.

People--

political prisoners rotting in the Gulags.

You traded artifacts... For people?

It was a different world, Myka.

Berlin Wall...

Nuclear stockpiling, persecution of Soviet Jews.

What was a rusty old chain compared to a human life?

I didn't know it was an artifact.

Hey, man...

I'd have done the same thing.

And then, one day, my Russian contact let slip

that these old trinkets...

Had power.

And pretty soon, I discovered that many of these things

had frightening, dangerous power

and I couldn't live with the guilt, so I--

so you turned yourself in.

And that was the day Mrs. Frederic came into my life.

She made me an offer,

a chance to make amends for past mistakes.

That's why she gave you a new name.

Arthur Weisfelt died that day,

and Artie Nielsen was born.

Look, that's a hell of a story, Artie,

but what's it got to do with Dickinson?

Why him?

I don't know.

But we are gonna find out.

...Glory are yours,

forever and ever.

Amen.

Amen.

I'm just gonna take a walk.

Okay.

Is she okay?

As okay as you can be at a friend's funeral.

It's a bloody rotten business.

What are you doing here?

Same as you-- tracking Torquemada's chain.

It was on our most-desired list in Warehouse 12.

Well, you know what?

You are actually on Artie's most-desired list.

So unless you want to be bronzed again--

he's still opposed to my returning as an Agent?

Well, he's opposed to your existence.

So, yeah, I would say that extends to you--

this is absurd.

I saved your life. I saved Claudia's life.

I've--I've proven I can be trusted.

More than not, I've proven that I'm of value.

I'm not questioning your value.

I'm curious about your motives.

Myka, I can't.

I don't belong in this world.

The Warehouse is--

I'm gonna need more than that.

I'm gonna need more than...

"She doesn't like the world."

I need the truth.

Why did they bronze you?

What--what did you do that the Regents felt

that they had to encase you in--

I asked to be bronzed.

You asked?

You...

Who in their right mind would--

I wasn't in my right mind.

My daughter, my Christina, had been murdered--

a senseless crime, brutal and senseless.

I had to try to...

To change it.