NARRATOR: Previously on Warehouse 13:
Mr. Lattimer, I'm with the government.
You're to be in South Dakota at noon tomorrow. You're working for me.
No, no, no.
MYKA: Why are you here? - I was ordered here.
- Said it was a matter of national security. - National security.
[BEEPS]
Arthur Nielsen. You can call me Artie.
- I'm thrilled you're on the team. - Team? What is this place?
ARTIE: You're joining me as fellow gatherers and protectors of secrets.
Miss Bering. Mr. Lattimer. Welcome to Warehouse 13.
We take the dangerous and unexplained and lock it away right here.
Your job, hunt down whatever's threatening to ruin the world's day...
...snag it, bag it, and tag it.
We haven't met. I'm Mrs. Frederic.
Warehouse 13, is it yours?
- It's mine. And so are Lattimer and Bering. - Excuse me?
- Hello, Laura. - Hello, Mr. Jarvis.
- Did something different with your hair? - I did. Added some colour.
- I like it. Looks good. - Thanks.
[♪♪♪]
We're here.
[PHONE LINE BEEPS]
Hey, Kelly. Made the deposit.
Good.
MYKA: Well, I'm--I'm sorry. I don't mean to sound....
[♪♪♪]
[BALL BOUNCING]
[GRUNTING]
Okay, okay, lucky shot. Lucky shot.
Don't forget, who's your daddy?
What? No, I'm fine.
I'm not breathing heavy.
Chicago again.
That's....
Oh, come on.
No, no.
Does corporal punishment work on computers?
They're very old, these models. They've been acting up all morning.
Found out there's another robbery in Chicago, I can't access--You know what?
I'm gonna recycle you both for parts.
How about that? Ha-ha-ha.
[COMPUTER WHIRRING]
- Artie. - Huh?
That's coming in through an external server.
Someone just broke right through the firewalls.
And reading Warehouse data files?
No, no, no. Not yet. He's just phishing...
...and he won't break through the Zaytak Subsonic Security Systems.
But, Artie, who would even know about the Warehouse...
- ...let alone be able to make it this far? - Who indeed?
Put a trace on him, we'll find out exactly in which pond this scum resides...
...if we just follow....
He was ready for my trace. He's very good. I tip my hat to you, sir.
I'll just have to find this guy the old-fashioned way.
How are you sleeping?
- I'm not. - I could tell.
Your aura looks like hell.
So stop looking at it.
PETE: Hey, Leena.
- Hey, Pete. - You're dripping on my floor.
[WATCH BEEPING]
Oh, if you'll excuse me, I have a date with a forward pass.
- Where's Myka? - She's outside on her phone.
Oh, jeez.
[♪♪♪]
I know. I know, Mom. Call it a retirement party all you want.
We both know Dad's never letting go of that bookstore.
Mom, I can't, okay? I just-- I have a lot going on right now....
- Heads up! - What?
MYKA: Ugh. - Oh.
You all right?
- What is it with men and their balls? - Yeah.
- Where's my phone? - What?
- Where is my phone? Oh. Oh! - It's at your feet.
Hey, a third bank was robbed on Friday in Chicago.
So, what's going on?
Something strange. I don't know how the robbers are doing it...
...so you two are going to Chicago to find out.
Chi-Town.
Heads up.
[♪♪♪]
Hey, does Artie seem a little, I don't know, crankier than usual?
How long does it take to find a security tape?
- Here you go. - Thank you.
Jumpy much?
[♪♪♪]
Okay. I don't think we're getting the tape.
Bonnie Belski, Chicago, FBI.
- Agent-- - Bering and Lattimer.
- What do you want with my robberies? - Hi, guys. Nice ties.
Um, ahem, we would like access to any evidence...
...witnesses or leads you might have.
Now that I'm in your face you ask nicely.
I made a call, a bad shootout in Denver gets you shipped to D.C...
...where together you almost lose the president.
Then you get exiled off the reservation into my town humping my leg.
Nice leg.
- Look, we're here to help. - I don't want it.
You two have a reputation for leaving disaster in your wake.
Your own agency doesn't know why you're here. Stay away from my investigation.
Enjoy Chicago. Try the pizza.
[♪♪♪]
I'm in love.
[♪♪♪]
- Agent Belski will be more cooperative. - Yeah? What did that cost you?
A couple grand.
The director's a terrible poker player so I chucked his debt.
You never did me that favour.
You never asked.
- So how you guys doing? - Well, the Warehouse keeps us busy.
Doing what exactly, Pete?
Well, if I say anything else Mrs. Frederic will pop out...
...and go all scary-face on me.
All right. Give my best to Myka. Stay safe.
Will do.
No. See, this little guilt trip you're taking me on...
...I don't do that anymore. Dad won't miss me.
[SCOFFS]
When I was there he didn't know I was there, okay?
So just tell my mother to stop making you do her dirty work.
Dina, I gotta go. Working. Okay, bye.
- Hey. - Don't.
- Wasn't. - Good.
I mean, it's none of my business anyway, right?
But, you know, if my dad were alive I'd go to see him.
So where are we?
Well, Belski just got spanked, so let's go strike while the butt is still hot.
[♪♪♪]
ARTIE: All right, Mr. Whoever-You-Are trying to get into my computers...
...you can run through proxy servers in Yinchuan...
...but you cannot hide.
Oh, hey.
Aren't you arts-and-crafty?
Oh, you should see my balloon animals.
My agents won't like you destroying their hard work.
No. I'm enhancing it. Okay, there's a big difference...
...between, you know, seeing something and seeing something.
Well, we know three banks have been robbed...
...on three successive Fridays at rush hour.
And it is Friday, six hours to rush hour.
By two suspects employing takeover technique with no guns.
Banks just hand over the money, everyone's shy on the details.
Which is strange.
Tell me something I don't know.
Mary, Queen of Scots' croquet mallet was made from a petrified narwhal's horn.
She never lost a match.
[♪♪♪]
Do you know how they're doing this?
Not yet.
I'm rankled. I'm officially rankled.
You had to go and call Dickinson to get access?
- Don't take it personally. - It's professional.
I'm just saying you could have come to me.
I could have got you whatever information you need.
We needed access, Artie, not information.
Let me be clear, I'm your boss now, okay?
You hit a roadblock, call me. I remove it. Not Daniel Dickinson.
Me. All your old contacts are off-limits.
No exceptions. Warehouse security demands it. Understood?
Yes. I got it.
So can I have your attention now?
- Show it to me. Show it to me. - Okay.
Yeah, okay, freeze.
Wh--? What is inside that one's coat?
I don't know, a bomb or something?
Something scared these people stupid, Artie.
Do any of these tapes have sound?
No. No, they're all silent.
- Why? - It's per a federal wiretap law.
- Lest we hear an account number.... - Yeah.
All right. None of these witnesses recall orders or demands from these robbers?
No. They don't recall anything.
Kind of like they have short-term memory loss or something.
You know, lights can do that. Yeah, they can.
Like a strobe can do that. Any flashing.
But nothing's flashing, Artie.
No, something at the edge of the visual spectrum.
Something between the video's interlaced frames.
You know, I had a case once where pollen from a prehistoric plant...
...turned a woman into a sexually rapacious sleepwalker.
She was unaware she was doing that...
- ...until she pulled her pants off.... - Artie, just be-- Be quiet.
- What? - Artie, there's a man on his cell phone...
...during this entire robbery. Do you see that?
Oh, really?
Well.... Well, that's good. Somebody overheard what was happening in there.
An earwitness. Artie, I need the other side of that phone call.
We have ways. Just get me phone guy's name.
Um....
I'm looking, Artie. Just give me a second.
I am gonna huff...
...and puff and blow your house down.
Artie, I got him.
Me too.
So the guy on the phone was leaving a message on his wife's cell phone.
- And Artie got his hands on it. - Don't ask me how, I don't know.
- Nice catch. - Thank you.
- So.... - So....
What has Agent Belski done for you lately?
Um....
- She sashays. - Yeah.
- A little bit. - No.
- She doesn't even know it. - Yes, she does.
She does.
Laura, these are Agents Bering and Lattimer.
- Laura was one of the tellers. - I told you everything.
I don't remember anything else. I-- I can't remember anything else.
Just tell them what you told me. It's okay.
Yeah, yeah. Please, sit down.
We just have a couple of questions.
Laura, when the suspects robbed the bank, they played a sound.
Do you remember hearing anything?
No. Nothing.
Okay, we have a copy of a recording of a cell phone call...
...that occurred during the robbery. We're gonna play it for you...
...so you just tell us what you think, whatever you can.
- Ready? - I guess so.
MR. JARVIS [ON RECORDING]: Hey, Kelly...
...I made the deposit, so if you want to--
Oh, God.
Oh, God, they're robbing the--
[MUSIC PLAYING]
[GASPS]
Laura? Laura.
I think you should turn it off.
[MUSIC STOPS]
[♪♪♪]
- Hi. - Hi. Heh.
Are you--? Are you gonna play something?
PETE: Laura.
Hi. What's going on?
Nothing.
You feel okay?
I feel loved.
[♪♪♪]
ARTIE: So she had a strong emotional reaction to the sounds on the tape?
PETE: Yeah, but we weren't affected.
See, what I'm thinking...
...is that this is a limbic trigger.
Yeah. The sound rings a bell...
...in the primal, the lizard part of the brain, that connects to the pleasure centre, see?
Yeah, but we heard it too, and my limbic's not triggered.
It's not even twitching, so....
You'd have to hear it through the robber's equipment.
- Bank teller heard it here. - She heard it there for the second time...
...so clearly there's a sense-memory component.
MYKA: Okay, so, what are we looking for, Artie?
Are we looking for souped-up speakers or Thomas Edison's wax cylinder?
[CHUCKLING]
Thomas Edison's what?
ARTIE: Ignore him. Okay, I'm scrubbing the sound for the melody.
All composers leave a DNA.
Chromatic DNA, inside their compositions, their music.
That's why the Beatles sound like the Beatles...
...Copeland sounds like Copeland.
And this sounds like my dad's favourite song.
What I'm doing here is I'm taking the sounds...
...and running them through a tonal deconstruction algorithm--
- Pete, what did you say? - What? No.
I just-- I said it sounded like my dad's favourite song.
"Center of My Soul" by the Brick Tones. 1960s.
- My dad was just nuts for those guys. ARTIE: Eric Marsden.
- Yeah, that's him. Also wrote-- - "Angel's Kiss," "A Night in my Arms."
Okay, are you saying that this is one of Marsden's songs?
- Yeah. What, the bank robbery remix? - Uh, give me a second.
Give me one....
You know, I never heard of Eric Marsden.
That's because you were too busy dusting off Shakespeare at your dad's bookstore.
When I was 8, my dad took me to the Blue Note in New York...
...to see Marsden. He was into jazz then, experimental stuff.
Same. That's exactly the same. I think this is his music.
- This is his music. - Are you sure?
With a 98.7 probability. I think this is a completely new score.
Or it's a very old composition that's never been released until now.
You're looking for an original recording of this song.
- Start with Marsden. - Well, where do we find him?
Twelve miles south of the robberies. In Chicago.
- Is he playing somewhere? - Yeah, he lives there.
432 Argyle Street.
His music, local crime scenes.
I'd say this guy just hit the top of your suspect chart, so....
- Go, go, go. - Four hours till rush hour.
- You're driving. - Bingo.
And you're sure about this too? You found the person...
- ...hacking into the Warehouse? - Yep.
The network intrusion came from Washington?
With a 98.3 probability.
Do you have a suspect?
- Who's this? - Pete and Myka's ex-boss.
- Dickinson. - Daniel Dickinson.
So the breach came from Secret Service?
If I'm right, and I'm right...
- ...directly from his office computer. - Artie, what are you gonna do?
Stop him.
Looks like somebody might have fallen on hard times, huh?
Hard enough to rob banks?
Just hold it right there.
Whatever it is you're selling, I'm not interested.
We're with the government. We'd like to speak with Eric Marsden.
- What for? - Suspicion of bank robbery.
[CHUCKLES]
You gotta be kidding me.
JESSLYN: When my voice went, I needed something to do.
I backed him up on over 50 records. This ain't much different.
I've been his caretaker going on five years now.
- Any family? - Ex-wife, she got remarried.
- She started a new family a long time ago. - Children?
One kid, haven't talked in years.
MYKA: So will he talk to us?
Well, he's bipolar, clinically depressed and semi-catatonic.
Last month he was diagnosed with liver cancer, but hey, go for it.
How much time does he have left?
Maybe a year.
You ask the questions. Not you.
Your timbre will bug him. Cell phones off, no ringing.
No vibrating or he's gonna start screaming.
So get to it. It's almost lunch.
[♪♪♪]
MYKA: Mr. Marsden?
My name is Myka, this is my friend Pete.
We'd like to ask you a few questions.
We're looking into some trouble that we think...
...might be connected with something you wrote, a song, possibly.
Sir?
You have a beautiful voice.
Someone once told me that I have the voice of a barmaid.
He doesn't hear you.
Eric, is there something you wrote that affects people?
Makes them happy?
I mean.... I'm not explaining this very well.
[PIANO PLAYING]
- Did you see it? - See what?
Everything.
Did you write that piece of music, Eric?
I want my grilled cheese now.
JESSLYN: Eric went from pop to jazz, to experimental, to just plain weird.
You know, he lived in the studio...
...writing and mixing and playing, thousands of hours of music.
- He said he was looking for the key. - The key to what?
I don't know. The human heart...
- ...peace, something. - So where's his music now?
- Stolen. Ask me, that's what broke him. - Stolen how?
Ever heard of Jeff Canning?
- Windy Lake Records. - That's him.
- So, what happened? - What always happens...
...when an artist meets a conman. One gets rich, other one loses an ear.
Eric didn't care about the money.
Canning stole his music rights in a terrible deal.
Eric was never the same after that.
And now Canning is sitting on everything.
So if you're looking for a criminal, talk to Mr. Canning. Is that it?
And thanks for playing the piano.
He hasn't touched it in years, but I always keep it tuned.
It's good to hear it again.
MYKA: I didn't know you played. - I had a crush on my piano teacher.
I used to love going to lessons.
- Let's go see Mr. Canning, shall we? - Hey, so was that your dad...
- ...who said you sounded like a barmaid? - Drop it, Pete.
Hard to when you're on the phone every 30 minutes.
Okay, look, my family is having a party next week, okay? You satisfied?
Myka, the world will survive without you for a day, okay?
Go be with your family.
You make it sound so cosy.
What's the problem?
[♪♪♪]
You ever see that movie The Great Santini?
With the tough dad and the scared kids?
It's like that, huh?
Yeah, except it wasn't over in two hours.
[♪♪♪]
[PHONE RINGING]
Windy Lake Records. This is Stephanie.
Todd, hi.
The boss was wondering if you'd mailed his all-access pass this year.
Um....
Yeah. Well, is there any way that we could...?
[♪♪♪]
Okay. Well, I guess we'll just wait for your call then. Thanks.
Looks like the boss fell off the rich and powerful list.
- You get that from ogling the help? - Offices near the elevator are empty.
The magazines are three months old.
Well, money's tight all over.
Except the banks in Chicago are just giving it away, right?
- Any idea which one might be next? - Working on it...
...but if there's a link, I'm not seeing it yet.
MYKA: Ahem. - Hi, I'm Jeff Canning.
- Jeff. Agent Pete Lattimer. - Agent Bering.
And what can I do for the government today?
Well, I have a few questions about an artist you represent.
I made a lot of deals over the years.
Bought and sold libraries.
But ultimately my job is to get the music out there.
- What about Eric Marsden's music? - He isn't selling these days.
Kind of fallen out of fashion.
But I do have an offer on the table to buy his stuff.
- If you want to better it, it's yours. - Who wants it?
Anonymous buyer.
I suspect it's a collector in Japan. They love the bubble gum.
This is Eric.
All his hits, his misfires, work-for-hire stuff.
What's this?
Experimental self-indulgence that'll probably never see the light of day.
- And why is that? - Cost more to market...
...than you could ever get in return.
For this I blame Jed Fissel.
- Jed Fissel? - Eric's engineer.
He bought into Eric's search for a new sound...
...that people needed to hear, new-age crap.
They spent way too much of my money looking for it.
- Most of it sounds like bricks in a blender. - Oh! Oh.
Oh, no.
Ahem. Where's, uh...?
[♪♪♪]
So where's Fissel now?
Last I heard, he was driving a cab downtown...
...but that was years ago. Look, what's this all about?
Well, somebody's robbing banks in Chicago...
...and we think that something that Marsden wrote might be involved.
Anyone can find his stuff in flea markets, resale shops, peer-to-peer networks.
Something unreleased, something the public has never heard until now.
Not possible. Everything is right here...
...and I've got the only key.
Mr. Canning, your lunch date's here, and I forwarded the phones.
- Thank you, Stephanie, you can take off. - Half days?
It's no secret the industry's going through a few changes.
Save a penny, earn a penny.
STEPHANIE: The FBI has company.
Secret Service is on us now.
- Why? - Doesn't matter. How's the money?
Laundered and ready to go. You give the word and everything happens.
- What's with the getup? JESSLYN: We need more.
- The situation's changed. STEPHANIE: Let's go.
[♪♪♪]
MYKA: Jed Fissel, Eric Marsden's recording engineer.
Last known address Fultondale, Alabama.
Been off the grid for six months.
- Dead? - Unknown.
There's a pattern. We're missing something that we're not seeing.
PETE: Fridays, rush hour.... - No, besides that.
Why these banks? These branches?
And they're all over the city.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
Ooh. FBI.
- Lattimer. - I've got some pissed-off agents here...
...who wanna take away your scissor privileges.
- Oh, if I had a nickel. - Look, you gave us the sound thing...
...so I'm returning the favour. We're setting up at Midwesterner Bank.
Based on what?
Going over rush hour traffic patterns around the other banks.
Those streets are jammed except for a few specific, not well-known routes.
This bank fits the bill.
This crew knows their way in out of these areas like no one else.
Except maybe cab drivers.
[WHISPERING] Ask her about Jed Fissel. Jed Fissel.
FBI's staking out the Midwesterner on Grand, okay.
- Belski has a vibe. - [IN NORMAL VOICE] Do you?
- No. - Then I say they're wrong.
- We're on this. - Well, but what if it goes down...
...and we're not there.
Fine, go play footsy with the FBI.
[♪♪♪]
Pete, leave the Farnsworth.
Okay. Call me if you get something.
[♪♪♪]
Hi, Mom.
Well, I'm-- I'm sorry he's cancelling it, but don't make this my fault, okay?
WOMAN: It's okay. I got it.
- Sorry. - Myka, are you there?
[♪♪♪]
[WHIRRING THEN LONG BEEP]
Finally.
[FARNSWORTH BUZZING]
Oh, for crying out--
- Yeah? - You know when you sing in the shower...
...and it bounces off the tiles and you sound spectacular?
I never sound spectacular. What you talking about?
The banks are all like that, Artie.
They're all marble and stone...
...and this music is knocking people sideways because it--
It resonates inside the banks.
Like mad.
Oh. So something in the source material is....
Amplified by the banks' designs.
Okay, I need you to compare all the architecture and interior dimensions...
...of Fidelity Mutual against all the banks in the Chicago area...
- ...that haven't been robbed. - Yet.
- Yes. - What about Marsden, he still a suspect?
No. He's dying of cancer, but his sound engineer, Jed Fissel...
...the guy who actually made the recording, is unaccounted for.
Hold the line, please.
- Forget something? - Who the--?
- What was that? - Uh....
Kodak moment.
Okay. The number of un-robbed banks...
...that fit the acoustic profile of the robbed banks...
...is that what you're looking for? It is exactly....
- Two. - Two. Great. Where?
[♪♪♪]
We'll be okay, Stevie.
[♪♪♪]
What is it you do exactly?
Kind of a Homeland Security thing?
I can't tell you what I do exactly.
How does someone get invited to your party?
Oh, well, you don't--
You don't get invited, you get shoved.
[PETE CHUCKLES]
How long have you and Bering been partners?
Not long.
She's wound pretty tight.
[CHUCKLES]
Yes, she is.
Her history doesn't bother you?
Denver.
She-- She did her best.
The agent who died in the shootout, Sam Martino, there's scuttlebutt.
Apparently Martino and your partner were having an affair, and he was married.
Separated, but still.
[CELL PHONE RINGING]
- Lattimer. ARTIE: Myka nailed it.
The targeted banks have the same acoustic profile, all right?
- I should've figured that out and I didn't. - Artie, Artie, where is she?
[♪♪♪]
[MYKA GRUNTING]
Federal agent! Stop!
[MYKA YELLS]
[SIREN WAILING]
- What happened? - Marble and stone and big high ceilings.
That's what the music needs to work. Want to ask the recording engineer?
Jed Fissel, meet the FBI.
If you ask nicely, he might give you the other two.
Lock it up. I need video, I need tech out here right now.
It's a grey van, no windows, no plates, and the right rear tyre is bald.
They're using a record player.
Like a close and play.
- So there's a record. - Possibly in a silver case.
I got hit with it. There's three suspects including Fissel. One was a woman.
- Are you sure? - Yeah. I....
Felt her.
Touched her boobies?
[♪♪♪]
Yeah, like that hurt.
--hell are you?
My name? Doesn't matter. But I think you know who I represent.
- Flash Gordon? - You know, I did a lot of work...
...a lot of research, I traced packets from network systems all over the world...
...until I finally figured out it was that computer, your computer...
...that initiated a security breach into my business.
Why did you do it? What do you want?
All right, you listen to me...
...whoever you are, if you're gonna kill me or whatever that thing does, do it.
If you're gonna talk about things that make no sense, then get out.
I know that you did it.
Warehouse 13. I got hacked.
Buddy, you got punked.
I didn't hack you.
Hey, look, I screwed up, okay?
- I'm sorry you got hit. - Don't worry about it.
Let's just get Fissel talking, find this record and go home. All right?
[♪♪♪]
- Myka. - Yeah?
Do you still have those ear plugs?
- Yeah. - Put them in.
[ELEVATOR BELL DINGS]
Myka, watch out!
FBI! Stop!
[MUSIC PLAYING OVER SPEAKERS]
See, whoever did this mirrored these 12 proxies...
- ...and ran the breach through here. - Oh, I didn't see that.
Well, I bet there's an entire floor of analysts at the NSA...
...that would've missed it too. I mean, you traced it this far.
- Yeah. - The rest should be easy.
Let me work it from here.
Let you-- No-- No, I....
What I need is 30 minutes alone with this terminal.
Ha-ha. Not possible.
[FARNSWORTH BUZZING]
[♪♪♪]
Don't ask.
Ye--
Yeah?
MYKA: Artie, I need you to find my cell phone.
I am not your personal cell phone locator, okay?
No, we just lost a suspect.
They hit us with the music and took him.
Are you okay? Is--? Is Pete okay?
I'm fine. Pete's still, uh....
[BOTH LAUGHING]
A little affected by the music.
- He's making a love connection. - He's ma--
He's making a what?
I managed to get my cell phone into one of their pockets.
Find it, tell us where we need to go.
Okay, I'll get back to you as soon as I can, all right?
- So how are they doing? - Oh, mostly they're a pain in my ass.
So am I. I'm not leaving.
This is Warehouse 13.
This is my office, okay?
If you wanna use my computer to poke around your problem, I'm staying.
Got your 30 minutes, I suggest you not waste it.
Could you at least avert your eyes? All right?
- I mean, occasionally. - Okay.
Thank you.
Don't you wanna find Myka's cell phone?
Oh, right, I--
Belski doesn't seem too bothered...
...by the fact that her case just kicked her in the ass.
Huh?
Artie's tracing my phone.
What--? What are you doing?
I like your perfume.
- I'm not wearing perfume. - Well, whatever you're wearing, I love it.
Stephanie.
Canning's assistant.
Hot damn.
[FARNSWORTH BUZZING]
I found your cell phone.
PETE: Is it there? - No.
[GASPS]
Where's Jed and Stephanie?
It was never about the money.
Where's the record?
[PIANO PLAYING]
It was never about the money.
She missed her father.
She had to bring him home.
Canning said he had a buyer.
An anonymous buyer.
His daughter.
JESSLYN: Everything fell apart.
He couldn't write anymore.
He lost his music, he lost his daughter.
There was nothing left for him to hold on to...
...so he let go.
We have to call the FBI.
- Why? - Why not?
The bank robberies?
They're not our problem.
That is our problem.
Belski will find them.
Maybe.
But maybe not.
I, uh....
I gotta take this.
[♪♪♪]
Hi, Mom.
Yeah.
Can I talk to Dad?
You're putting that back together, right?
Yeah. Yeah. Good as new.
Okay, Mr. Knock-Knock.
I'm gonna open a door and see who you are.
MAN: You have to stop. - Hello?
You've got to--
- Who's there? - Got to stop. Gotta stop her!
Someone's there. I can--
What the hell was that?
You okay?
Oh, sure. You know, just a little shock.
[♪♪♪]