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Previously on Warehouse 13...
Quickly, we don't have much time.
Besides that, the De-bronze
functions activated twice.
Who's our mystery guest?
Where were you exactly?
I was at the Warehouse.
You don't remember.
You've been having lapses.
How do you know that?
The pearl of wisdom.
MacPherson must have planted it
in your inner ear weeks ago.
If a person uses it properly,
they can control
your thoughts
and movements.
Shipped in from D.C.
what about my stuff?
Sorry, slick.
If you don't mind,
I'm watching a movie,
and I don't have Tivo.
No way. Does this mean
I'm an Agent now?
No, it means I can reach you
any time of day or night.
Okay. Not as good.
These are the reason.
Hello, Irene.
Mr. Valda, nice to see you again.
If MacPherson is out there--
he's out there, and he's
planning something far worse
than any of you can imagine.
I know what the plan is.
I'll tell you everything.
James?
James!
I'm sorry, Arthur.
Mrs. Frederic,
you told me to let you know
if I--I experienced anything strange.
Secret Service.
Find General Williams.
Tell him Buck Mendell
from Warehouse 13 is here.
I have full authority
to shut down the Farnsworth
demonstration now.
Thank you for coming.
Why are these out?
Claudia pulled them to learn
more about her new toy.
She just wanted to
spruce up her her far--
Right.
Um, I'll lock them back up
as soon as you leave.
You were vague on the phone.
Tell me what you're feeling.
Edgy.
Unfocused.
And the headaches?
It's all right.
Mr. Valda knows you've
been through an ordeal.
Why am I having
these headaches?
When MacPherson was
part of your consciousness,
he may have left
something behind.
An echo.
This is Taka.
She's here to help us find out.
I mean, I have, like,
over 5,000 cds.
You don't have 5,000 cds.
I do!
Good morning.
Here--ooh, I'm sorry.
Can I help you there?
There you go.
No, no, no.
You're welcome. That's--
have a nice day.
Yep, they still hate us.
Why?
Maybe it's your cologne.
Well, I'm not wearing any.
Oh.
That's so funny.
You're hilarious.
Look, making connections
with strangers is never easy.
Just relax.
It'll happen.
Hit the brakes, slick.
The Post Office is closed.
Closed?
Yes.
It's 10:00 in the morning.
Government cutbacks.
Everything was sold off
or shipped out.
Wait, wait, wait.
What about my stuff?
I was supposed to come
pick up my stuff this morning.
Try the branch in Featherhead.
Well, Featherhead is 90 miles away.
Take a bus.
Read a book.
Now wait--wait--
wait a minute, lady.
Look, I'm in forced retirement.
Going to make popcorn
and watch movies on cable,
'cause that's
all I can afford to do
on my government pension.
What's left of it, anyways.
Thanks.
What? "Thanks"?
Thanks for what?
Why do you people all hate us?
Okay.
Relax, okay?
Just call the branch in Featherhead.
Okay, Farnsworth,
let's *** you out.
Claudia,
where are the schematics
to the bronze section?
Got Farnsworth gak?
What the hell are you doing?
You gave it to me.
You're tampering with perfection.
Those are Warehouse issue.
These things need color,
GPS, texting,
and email is what they need.
Need?
They don't need!
They have their own
secure frequency spectrum.
They can't be cracked,
hacked, tapped or--
well, can I at least
give it a better ringtone?
Oh, just give it
a better ringtone?
Yeah.
No!
You know what you can give it?
You can give it back.
No, no, no, no, no.
Well then, button it up
and learn to live with it.
Fine.
Living with it.
You see what happens?
Yeah, so if you could call me back,
I would appreciate it.
Thank you.
Featherhead voicemail?
One for Post Office,
two for hunting licenses,
three for county maintenance.
So I guess they'll either
find my stuff
or pump my septic tank.
Oh, great. Now this thing's
on the fritz.
Okay, let's go for a drive,
shall we?
Yeah.
I hear the middle of nowhere
is beautiful this time of year.
Ow!
Come on, men.
Let's kill what needs killin'
and go home.
Hang on.
We're not gonna die today,
you understand me?
Other guys are gonna die.
A lot of 'em Tojo's boys.
But not us.
Not if I can help it.
Follow me, boys.
It wasn't me. It wasn't me.
It wasn't me.
There's something wrong
in town.
Why does Artie want us
to meet him here?
I don't know.
You know, it was
a terrible connection,
and all I heard was
"barber shop" and "emergency."
Maybe his eyebrows
are finally eating his face.
Uhh! How on earth did you
get a driver's license?
Can you drive a stick shift?
No.
Then take a lesson.
Oh, you're a menace!
Well, in a good way.
Artie, my Farnsworth
is making weird noises.
You see what you did?
What? You busted my Farnsworth?
No!
Now, who is a menace?
I only messed with mine.
Well, that's the bad news.
What? What was that?
That is an alarm system.
If there's an artifact in town,
then that would turn purple,
and it turned purple.
This town has artifacts?
Not normally, no.
But over the centuries,
towns that host Warehouses
have been given, well,
certain kinds of protection,
just in case.
And given recent events,
an artifact
may have been placed here
to distract us from more,
well, pressing pursuits.
MacPherson.
H.G. Wells.
Part of the plan?
Maybe. We'll see.
First of all,
let's get the artifact.
I want you to question
the townies, find out
if anything particularly
unusual has happened,
then snag, bag, and tag.
So you want us to go
door to door?
We have a standard cover
in Univille.
They think we're IRS agents?
And they think the Warehouse
is an IRS storage facility
that contains every
U.S. tax return ever filed.
No wonder they hate us.
We're tax collectors.
I hate us.
Oh, you even have
their tax returns.
Sure. Like that's a big stretch.
Okay, so while
we're dodging tomatoes,
what are you gonna do?
S.I.S.
Salinger inventory scan.
If an artifact is AWOL,
the S.I.S. will I.D. It.
Salinger, like the author?
RTFM, dude.
"RTFM"?
Oh, read the f...manual.
I like that.
Mr. Valda, I don't think
employing the pearl of wisdom
is our wisest move.
You know better than I
the consequences that can come
from using artifacts.
Speed is of the essence.
You're looking for trouble.
I'm looking for clarity.
Irene, if something
is buried deep
inside Leena's subconscious,
if MacPherson has left a residue
that could help us understand
what we're facing,
then we must dig it out.
And we risk a woman's life.
To save many.
Mrs. Frederic, it's all right.
After all that's happened,
I want to do this.
Leena.
Thank you.
And if something
should go wrong?
Taka will make it right.
Marines.
You saw Marines?
Yes, but like from World War II.
Probably some guys
playing dress-up
like civil war nuts.
Mm-hmm.
Were they locals?
I've never seen them before.
Did you catch
any of their names?
Was there anything
distinctive on their uniforms?
No.
Yes! A patch.
A wolf's head.
Uh, how do you know
they were Marines?
My grandfather was a Marine.
N--oh, 'cause so was I.
Really?
Yes.
My grandfather...
Hmm?
He was an evil ***
who emotionally tortured
his children.
Okay.
Look, what does this
have to do with my taxes?
Well, um, if they
were a profit-based...
If there was
any kind of profiting...
...Based group
of war re-enactors...
If they're acting about war...
Then we would have to
bring in some...
You mentioned seeing
a flash of light.
This town has power problems.
Transformers blow all the time.
Sparks and brownouts.
Nothing ever gets fixed.
We lost our Post Office.
I mean, how do you guys justify
warehousing old tax returns
when we're losing essential
government services?
I mean, you guys are useless.
Hey, wait--
wait a minute, lady.
Now you may not know this,
but we're out there every day,
trying to save your butt.
Maybe today even.
Saving my butt?
Yeah, that's right.
I'm still waiting
for my bush tax credit.
Who's your supervisor?
I want a name.
Oh, I'm sorry. Here,
let me spell it out for you.
U-n-c-l-e s-a--
Uncle Sam.
He's patriotic and he can spell.
Isn't he cute?
Well, uh, my apologies.
Seriously, Kelly,
you have no idea.
It's Dr. Hernandez.
Whatever.
Uh, thank you for your time.
Hello. Customer.
I have a special...
Order.
I was just working on a project
that needs unworking.
Can I get the name?
Claudia Donovan.
It's old copper wire.
Um, a 20th century blend.
Two-inch ***, one traverse.
Um, and some old
Mallory capacitors.
Also, um, some half-watt
180k ohm Bradley resistors.
And you have no idea what
I'm talking about, do you?
I heard "wire."
Uh, let me check the file.
"Donovan," you said?
I.R.S., huh?
Oh. Um, yeah.
Mm-hmm.
I'll just have a look around.
So I just moved here.
Why on earth
would you do that?
Yeah.
Kind of a long story.
Uh, th--that's
the owner's apartment.
He doesn't like people
to go up there.
He's kind of private.
Oh!
Wow, that's loud.
I know, right?
Excuse me.
I can't find anything
under that name,
but...
Uh, is everything okay?
No!
The "R" is for "Revenue"!
There's no need
for language like that.
Sheesh!
Strike 11.
All right, so no one else
has seen anything.
Maybe there's not an artifact.
You know, maybe Kelly the vet
is one kitten short of a litter.
Okay, William Siminski,
lucky number 12,
right across the street.
Yeah.
Uh, you know what?
If Claudia broke this--
did you see that?
See that?
And we both see that.
Afternoon, Jake.
Never thought I'd see you
in my town again.
Hey, he looks familiar.
More re-enactors?
This town belongs to me.
That's where
you're wrong, Jake.
The only thing belong
to you after this day
is a coffin.
Now that's a good line.
Holy crap.
Was that for real?
Well, it seemed like it
a second ago.
Were you hit?
No.
But I think my underwear
is shot.
♪ Warehouse 13 2x03 ♪
Beyond Our Control
Original Air Date on July 20, 2010
-- sync, corrected by elderman --
-- for www.addic7ed.Com --
Guys, I think I might
be onto something.
Sunspot activity and shifts
in the Earth's mag field
spanning 80 years,
from the Wild West
to World War II,
might have actually left
trace bioelectric--
What?
At 10:30 this morning,
you futzed with the Farnsworths.
Also at 10:30,
a town vet saw Marines.
And every even since then
has started with
Farnsworths squawking.
I fixed them.
They're fine.
What about MacPherson
or Wells
stealing an artifact
and hiding it in town?
Dude, what's up with your S.I.S.?
We scanned three times,
Claudia.
Nothing is missing.
Well, it's not me.
Artie, there's not enough power
between these Farnsworths
to twitch a frog's leg.
Until you started mucking
with intricate circuitry.
Okay, okay, okay.
What if it's not the Farnsworths?
Thank you.
Just if, and if it's not,
then it's still possible
that there's an artifact in town
that's generating
some sort of power
that's causing this,
or it's drawing
from another source.
Theoretically.
All right, theoretically
if it's not the Farnsworths,
then we triangulate
from the Marines,
from the horses,
from the cowboys,
and it's somewhere,
theoretically, in this area.
That's, like,
four square blocks, Artie.
Well, four square blocks
we can focus on
instead of, you know,
running all around town.
Artie, can you please run
another S.I.S. scan?
I suppose.
Okay.
And we will go back
to "UN"-iville
and hit these
four square blocks hard.
I thought it was
"You"-niville.
"UN"-iville.
Unincorporated town.
Let's just get out of here
before this thing escalates.
Escalates how?
"Dangerously" comes to mind.
The amber acts as a governor
controlling the pearl,
which allows Taka
to travel with it.
There will be less pain
than before, but a little.
Let's get it over with.
Fascinating.
Leena?
Yes.
Let's see what's in there.
Yo, Artie call you?
Yeah, a huge power drain
at the hardware store.
So what's the layout?
Two-story, one employee.
A new guy named Todd.
Owner's out of town,
and when I went for the stairs,
Todd warned me off.
Bet whatever's sapping power
is up there.
Okay, so let's go around back.
You stay here, keep an eye out.
Oh!
You think these things
are still under warranty?
Yeah, I doubt it covers
acts of Claudia.
Just watch out
for another light show.
What the hell?
Aah!
Holy mackerel.
Oh, dude. Dude!
Dude! Oh.
I'm so sorry.
Hmm. Uh, don't move.
Hey, guys?
Guys, there's something--
Okay.
Qu'est-Ce Que c'est?
Todd's boss is a video pirate.
Selling illegal satellite feeds
to the good folks of Univille.
This is the artifact?
No, no,
this is a felony.
My Farnsworth barked.
Something's coming.
I think it's here, downstairs.
Something spooked Todd.
Oh! What did you do?
That thing you showed me.
The--you know, the arm thing,
maybe the leg thing.
I don't know.
It just happened.
Whoa.
That's a tiger.
Yep.
Forgive me, brother.
And that--that's a gladiator.
O--okay. Not ghosts.
Time travel?
Spartacus.
Here, boy.
To the Gods, we are beasts
that dance to their tune.
Not anymore.
I've heard this speech before.
It is better to die a man,
fighting for your freedom,
than to die a slave,
fighting for their pleasure.
Hey, weren't you just a cowboy?
Hey, be careful!
Pete!
Okay, I think it's real now.
Pete, get out of the way!
Get out of here, guys, now!
Pete, no!
Aagghh!
Pete!
Pete, no!
Aagghh!
What happened?
A gladiator just kicked your ***.
Oh, good.
For a second there,
I thought a gladiator
just kicked my ***.
No!
Enough, Mr. Valda.
You're chasing shadows.
Something is throwing
those shadows.
Can you go deeper?
There's some risk.
Then go carefully.
Wait!
Irene.
I must be certain she survives.
Taka is--
Taka is out of her depth.
I am not.
Lattimer and Bering, right?
They're so raw,
so untrained,
so corruptible.
James, are you there?
Why is H.G. Wells here?
What does she want?
Mrs. Frederic, you must
tell me your secret.
I can't remember anything.
Not much to remember.
You fell of a ladder
and banged your head.
Dropped your glasses.
You really work for the IRS?
Actually, I work for
a top secret organization
that tracks down mysterious
and powerful artifacts.
You're gonna audit me,
aren't you?
Maybe.
Ow!
Baby.
***!
Hey, maybe you can
give him something,
for, you know, the pain?
Aspirin.
I think I saw some
rolling around
in my glove compartment.
Oh, well, maybe if I was a dog
you'd be nice to me.
What is with you two?
Man hater.
Right.
Okay, okay, so the gladiator
is the cowboy is the marine.
Yeah.
According to the description
given by Dr. Bow-Wow.
So maybe we're looking
for the medallion
of the village people.
I don't know.
Hey, you took the
transmitter course at Rowley?
Sure.
Okay.
Do you remember the section
on identifying
aggressive frequencies?
Ah, here's a surprise.
I don't.
Okay.
We know that
these things go off
before something happens,
right?
So, what? We think
they're causing it now?
No, I don't think they're
transmitting anything, but--
but maybe they're reacting
to the signal,
picking it up before it becomes
a gladiator or whatever.
And maybe Claudia can
turn them from reacting devices
into locating devices.
Oh, God.
What'd I do now?
I knew we had
a Farnsworth aisle.
Yes, which is off-limits to you,
so, off--off-limits,
which means,
do not touch a thing.
You just tell me what you need
to rig these two
into signal locators,
and I will get it.
I. Okay?
Got it.
Okay, I need that.
Oh, okay.
And that.
This?
And, uh, those.
That's awfully vague, Claudia.
Those two right there.
Those. I've got it now.
I have it now.
Ooh, and let me get a--
no, no, no, no!
Oh, no, Claudia, no.
See, Farnsworth dabbled
in nuclear fusion,
and some of the things
on this side of the aisle,
they're still kicking.
Still kicking?
Mm-hmm.
You see what you find out when
you include the old guy? Huh?
What, are you having a stroke?
You know what?
Touch it. Go ahead.
Touch it all.
Okay.
MacPherson could have
buried an artifact
and repaved the road.
Well, maybe Claudia's
tweaked Farnsworths will help.
I hate maps.
I thought men loved maps,
you know?
So they don't have to ask for
directions when they get lost.
Well, you don't get to ask
directions in basic training.
How long were you a Marine?
You're always a Marine.
But I never wore a patch.
Wait. Kelly said they wore
a wolf patch, right?
Yeah.
Well, Marines don't wear patches.
Oh, man, come on. Come on!
What?
Wait!
All righty.
Good to go.
Huh?
Good to go where?
Oh, uh, right.
Do you want me to drive you?
God, no.
Give me the keys.
Oh, uh, by the way,
there's weirdness
with item 186
in the Farnsworth aisle.
Weirdness?
What weirdness?
Well, original manifest
listed two parts to item 186
snagged in 1944,
but there's only one part
on the shelf: 186-B.
Jus--just--
where's 186-A?
I mean, if it was missing,
then S.I.S. would have pinged.
And what does that half
of the artifact do?
Manifest doesn't say,
but inventory records show
186-A was never shelved.
Never?
So it was never here?
It must have been down on
the loading dock for 70 years.
Do we have
a loading dock?
Fire.
The wolf was spitting fire.
Yeah.
You better stay inside
for a while, just to be safe.
Safe? I mean,
what's going on?
Look, Kelly--
Dr. Hernandez.
Dr. Hernandez, please, stay inside,
lock your door.
Fire-spitting wolf patch?
I mean, explain.
Operation Dragon Wolf.
It played in heavy rotation
on the 3:30 movie back in Ohio.
I must have watched it,
like, 100 times.
The lead Marine was played
by an actor
named Raymond St. James.
These are movies?
Well, they're
Raymond st. James movies.
He also played a few cowboys
and a gladiator too.
1944. All right.
So, 1944.
You're here somewhere.
Project Gemini.
Philo, you broadcasting madman.
Buck Mendell?
Buck Mendell.
"Transmutationaldelivery device.
Project Gemini army field
test prototype."
Philo!
A transmutational camera
to a receiving projector.
Philo, what happened?
It wasn't, and then it was.
It was what?
Real.
A projector camera.
186-A.
186-B.
186-A never made it here.
It didn't even get here.
So, what?
The shipping label tore off?
186-B, 186-B.
186.
186-B.
Three-dimensional camera,
check.
3-D projector, lost in the mail.
All right, I'm not
promising anything.
Okay, so what do we
hope happens?
Well, the screen should
display a tapering arrow, okay?
The narrow end should point
to the signal's origin.
That's the source
of the transmissions.
What about the other end?
That's where trouble's
likely to show up.
Since the movies
are getting more violent
and more real,
we'll want to avoid that.
Ooh, hot damn.
All right.
Well, I guess the source
is this way
and the problem's that way.
Okay.
More violent?
Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
If the problem's that way,
Kelly's is that way.
Well...
Kelly, I need you to open the door.
You told me to keep it locked.
I know, but I need you
to open it now.
Will you make up your mind?
Would you please just
open the damn door?
God, what is with this chick?
Look, I need you to get out of here.
It's dangerous.
It's back this way.
I don't see anything.
What kind of IRS agents
are you?
Rocky, scram!
They're onto us!
Claudia, get her out of here!
Pete, we should go too!
There's too many of them!
No, no, we're okay.
I know this movie,
Dark Memento.
After they shoot him,
the bad guys take off.
Rocky, listen.
No one's gonna know
what happened here tonight.
You gotta be my mouthpiece, see?
Oh, he's about to die.
This is a great scene.
Well, can't we change it?
I know,
you don't do it for them.
No, it's no good.
This thing's on rails.
Just stay out of the way
and we won't get hurt.
You do it
'cause it's the right thing.
That's why we got into
this lousy racket.
This--this, uh, this--
this film festival's chronological.
Operation Dragon Wolf,
Showdown at Laramie,
Sword of the Gladiator--
Not his best work.
The next one is Dr. Doomsday.
Now get out there.
Save the girl.
Oh! "Save the girl."
Yeah!
Okay, okay, so what
happens in Dr. Doomsday?
Oh, really fun movie.
He plays a mad scientist
who blows up an entire town.
Probably less fun
if we all, you know, die.
So item 186 went dead letter?
What exactly is item 186?
Well, 186-B is a camera
in the Warehouse.
186-A is a transmutational
delivery device.
It's supposed to transmit
3-D holographic images
to the enemy,
convince them that
you're a lot closer
and better equipped
than they thought.
It worked, but...
Too well.
It blew up in something called
"Project Gemini" in 1944.
Somehow light and matter
coalesced
and a 3-D projected Sherman tank
became solid enough
to shell the crowd.
How is that even possible?
You're still asking
that question?
I'm still hoping for an answer.
Oh, dude,
you're picking a lock.
Can I do it?
No.
But it's been so long.
Not long enough.
Come on.
Anyway, all I know
is that the projector
never got to the Warehouse.
I think that we can assume
that it made it this far.
And somehow it's broadcasting
the Raymond St. James Festival
playing on movie classics
unlimited.
Oh, I love that channel.
I know, right?
Okay, since "how"
isn't on the menu,
do we have any idea "why"?
I don't know.
Uh, signal flux, sunspots, uh...
Intruding...
Wave diffraction...
On the signal?
Yeah, maybe.
All I know is, there's
a pattern to the randomness.
I just don't know what it is yet.
Hey, guys, since we're here,
can you keep an eye out
for my stuff?
Oh, would you give that
a rest, dude?
Hey, guys, over here.
186-A.
The label's torn.
Yep. Stokes county,
South Dakota.
Enough to get it to
the Post Office but no further.
Do you remember what she said?
Yeah, "gonna eat some popcorn,
watch some movies."
And who is "she"?
Soon they'll know my power.
We'll return to the
Raymond St. James marathon
in just a moment.
Don't go away.
Dr. Doomsday is about to
rock your world.
Yeah.
Better than a flat screen.
Hit the brakes, slick.
"The darkness, the emptiness,
that it's all for nothing."
MacPherson is still there.
No. It's him, but not him.
Deep in her subconscious.
Like grooves cut in vinyl.
"You are the most
unpredictable woman."
You must eradicate them.
Smooth them over.
Or she can go mad.
"I'd seen the truth.
I'm sorry, Arthur."
Mrs. Frederic?
Am I all right?
Yes.
I believe you are now.
I didn't do anything wrong.
Wait till you get your
government pension check.
You'll take stuff home too.
Oh, yeah? Well, you stole
the wrong package, lady.
Okay, if the projector
isn't plugged into the wall,
then how is it being powered?
It's internal.
Regenerative power...
Source, the same as the...
Farnsworths.
Broadcasting on the same spectrum?
Mm-hmm, more than likely.
Ooh, ooh, ooh!
The movie's back on.
Rest easy, my metal friend.
Your labors are at an end.
Doomsday's got a killer robot.
I went as that robot
for Halloween.
Really?
Was it recently?
Best candy haul ever.
The universe wants to be set free.
And he's got the bomb.
Why don't we just
cut the connection
from the projector
to the television?
Does anyone have
any better ideas?
...Humiliated or forced to stand by
and watch men with puny minds
steal my secrets.
As for imitators...
Check.
Solid core activator.
Microwave.
Intruding wave
diffraction on the signal.
Wait, is that what's
kicking Raymond St. James
out into the street?
Make a lot of popcorn, do you?
Well, how else
do you watch a movie?
Turn it back on.
I want to see how it ends.
Yeah, well, you may
have to live it,
because we can't shut down
every microwave
and satellite dish in the state.
Doomsday is here.
So, around here, right?
Yeah, it's--
that's what it says.
Where?
I don't know.
Maybe it's just a false alarm.
They thought I was mad!
"Mad! Now they shall
all know my true genius!"
It's not about cocktail
parties and politics.
This thing is somehow
buffering the input,
and I think it's just
gonna play the movie out,
and then, when Dr. doomsday
hits that button,
boom!
Kaboom!
186-B.
We've got the camera.
Why don't we just--
interrupt this irregularly
scheduled broadcast--
by filming something benign--
and projecting our own drive-in movie.
It's in my car.
We can set it up in my Camino.
In whose Camino?
No, no.
How long do we have?
Well, he's got about
a three-minute monologue
coming up, and then...
There is going to be
an awful lot of life...
It looks like things are
about to reach an explosive end
after these words from
the folks that pay the bills.
Stay tuned.
Well, we've got
an extra three minutes.
Well, unless someone
fast-forwards
through the commercials.
Don't even joke about that.
Claudia?
Ow!
Claudia, wait!
I got the parts you ordered.
It's not a question of madness.
Okay, considering that
the town's about to blow,
we should probably
use our guns.
Just sayin'.
Good point.
Stay clear of the robot.
He kills by crushing.
Got it. Okay.
Seriously?
Right.
I forgot about the magnets.
What?
But the one constant
through all of this...
How's this thing work?
Well, just find something
that looks like an "on" button
and let's hope that the projector
accepts the transmission.
Now, focus on something benign.
Not me!
I haven't been benign since 1956.
Okay. Wait. What?
Why--why--why does the robot
have your guns?
Well, he kind of just
reached down and took them.
All right, all right,
all right!
Just--you can
sit this one out.
Artie!
What?
It's fried!
Oh, no.
The misfire in 1944 must have--
can you--?
Wait. Give me your Farnsworths!
Your Farnsworths, right now!
I can cannibalize these for parts.
No, we're gonna need
five Farnsworths
to fix this damage.
We're totally screwed.
I am going to destroy that glue.
Here comes his big speech!
Do you guys really
work for the IRS?
What is that?
The parts you ordered.
Found 'em.
You're a wonder twin!
Here.
Got it.
Hey, hey, hey,
you guys, hurry up.
There's only 15 more lines
before kablooey!
Resistor.
Now would be nice.
Resistor.
Thank you.
My reach extends
far beyond this realm.
I will destroy everyone you love.
Uh-oh.
Wha--wha--what's--
what's the matter?
Why "uh-oh"?
Artie, he changed his signature!
Meaning what, exactly?
It's a totally different layout.
I'd have to reverse it.
Aaghh!
I need the Farnsworth blueprints.
No, no, they're locked in tech.
But I was just taking a gander
at them back at Leena's.
Well, I've got 'em--
well, here.
I mean, I read them
this morning.
Photographic memory?
Me too.
Who is this guy?
Later. Farnsworth.
Okay, imagine five
of these, okay?
Staggered diagonally, this
section right here inverted,
so how do I--?
You put that one there,
and then you run--
you run this to there.
Right, right.
'Cause that would connect
those two. Brilliant.
Death takes many forms.
I have created a few more
myself, but then--
uh-oh.
What's the matter?
I need a fusible link!
I don't have a fusible link!
What's fusible?
Maybe I have one.
The car battery!
If you intended to
make your life better--
yours, what then?
Hurry up, guys!
Are they to be
removed, erased, eradicated?
Yes. Yes, of course.
Okay, he's almost out of dialogue!
It's the countdown!
Oh, that's it!
Here it is!
Come on!
I need that wire!
Make the connection!
You have made me do this.
Do something!
What's happening?
We connected a blue wire.
I have become...
Death.
Claudia, I--
good job.
Any chance that went out
to the entire
Raymond St. James fan club?
I gave up Raymond St. James
for this?
So that's how the power
is generated. Huh!
I bet if I spend
some time with this thing,
I could rig it
so I don't need to recharge.
Maybe you should hold off
on mentioning that to Artie.
Good thought.
So, Claudia...
That's a scary tone.
Todd's cute.
Todd who?
This is me ignoring you.
I smell popcorn.
Hey-oh!
Who wants to watch
I Return to Kill,
starring our new
favorite actor?
You have got to be
kidding me.
Yeah, I think I've seen
enough of that dude's movies
to last me a lifetime.
Wussies. In my room
in five, okay?
Remember,
I have a big flat screen.
Well, item 186,
Philo Farnsworth's
parts A and B
are right back where they--
ooh, popcorn. Deal me in.
Sure. How else
do you watch movies?
Mm-hmm.
You know, if we want
any of that popcorn...
So, about Todd...
Hey, wait up.
So, but he's really cute.
I might have to cut you.
Guys, wait up.
We talked about it.
Well, I think he's maybe,
I don't know...
The answer is no.
He may have left
something behind.
An echo.
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