Warehouse 13 (2009–2014): Season 1, Episode 2 - Resonance - full transcript

PETE: 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, no.

MYKA: Why are you here?

I was ordered here.
Said it was a matter of

national security.
National security.

(RUMBLING)

Arthur Nielsen.
You can call me Artie.

I'm thrilled
you're on the team.

What team?
What is this place?



ARTIE: You're both joining me as fellow
gatherers and protectors of secrets.

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.

You did something
different with your hair.

I did. Added some color.



I like it.
It looks good. Thanks.

We're here.

Hey, Kelly.
Made the deposit.

(EXPLODING)

Well, I'm... I'm sorry, but
don't make this my fault. Okay?

(TABLE TENNIS BALL CLACKING)

(GRUNTING)

Okay, okay, lucky shot.
Lucky shot.

Don't forget, who's your daddy?
That's right.

What? No, I'm fine.
I'm not breathing heavy.

(EXHALES)

Chicago again.

That's... Oh, come on.

(BUZZING)

No, no.

Does corporal punishment
work on computers?

They're old.
They're very old, these monitors.

They've been
acting up all morning.

I mean, I found out there's
another robbery in Chicago.

I can't even access...
You know what?

I'm gonna recycle
you both for parts!

How about that?

Artie.

That's coming in through
an external server.

Someone just broke
right through the firewalls.

And reading
Warehouse data files?

No, no, no, no, no.

Not yet.
He's just fishing,

and he won't break through the
Zaytak subsonic security systems.

Okay. But, Artie, who would
even know about the Warehouse,

let alone be able
to make it this far?

Who indeed?
I'll 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 think we'll just have to find
this guy the old-fashioned way.

How are you sleeping?

I'm not.

I can tell.
Your aura looks like hell.

Then stop looking at it.

PETE: Hey, Leena.

Hey, Pete.

You're dripping
on my floor.

(WATCH BEEPING)

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...

Head's up!
What?

(GROANS)

Hey. You all right?

What is it with
men and their balls?

Yeah.

Where's my phone?
Where is my phone?

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. Chi-Town.

Head's up.

Hey, does Artie seem a
little 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.

I'm Agent...
Bering and Lattimer.

What do you guys want
with my robberies?

Hi, guys. Nice ties.

(MOUTHING)

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
even 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 now.

Yeah? What'd that cost you?

A couple grand.

The director's a terrible poker
player, so I chucked his debt.

You never did me
that favor.

You never asked.

So, how you guys doing?

Well, the Warehouse
keeps us busy.

Doing what exactly, Pete?

(LAUGHS) 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.

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?

(CLEARS THROAT)

But, you know, if my dad were
alive, I'd go to see him.

So, where are we?

(SIGHS) 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?

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 seeing something

and seeing something.

Yeah, 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 a
takeover technique with no guns.

The 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. Okay?
I'm officially rankled.

You had to go and call
Dickinson to get access?

Just don't take
it personally.

It's entirely professional.
I'm just saying that you could have come to me,

and I could have got you whatever
information that you need.

We needed access,
Artie, not information.

Let me be clear,
I'm your boss now, okay?

You hit a roadblock, you 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.

What is inside
that one's coat?

I don't know,
a bomb or something?

Something scared these
people stupid, Artie.

Well, do any of
these tapes have sound?

No, no, they're all silent.

Why? It's per a
federal wiretap law.

Lest we overhear an account number
not party to investigative...

Blah, blah, blah...

All right. None of these witnesses recall
any orders or demands from these robbers?

No. They don't
recall anything.

It's kind of like they have
short-term memory loss or something.

Well, you know,
lights can do that.

Yeah, they can.
You know, like, a strobe can do that.

Any kind of flashing...
But nothing's flashing, Artie.

No, no, I'm talking about something
at the edge of the visual spectrum.

Something, you know, 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,

and she was unaware that 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, right?

An ear-witness.

Artie, I need the other side
of that phone call.

We have ways.
Just get me phone guy's name.

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?

She sashays.
Yeah.

A little bit.
No.

She doesn't even know it.

Oh, yes, she does.

She does.

Laura, these are agents Bering and Lattimer.
Laura was one of the tellers.

I already told
you everything.

I don't remember
anything else.

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 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,

and we're gonna
play it for you,

so you just tell us
what you think.

Whatever you can.

Ready?

I guess so.

MAN: Hey, Kelly, I made the
deposit, so if you want to...

Oh, God. Oh, God,
they're robbing the...

(SOOTHING MUSIC PLAYING)

(GASPING)

MYKA: Laura?

Laura.

I think you should
turn it off.

Hi.

Hi.

Are you...
Are you gonna play something?

PETE: Laura.

Hi. What's going on?

(LAUGHS) Nothing.

You feel okay?

I feel loved.

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 center, see?

Yeah, but we heard it too and
my limbic's not triggered.

It's not even
twitching, so...

Well, I would guess you'd have to hear
it through the robbers' equipment.

But the bank teller heard it here.
Yeah.

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?

(LAUGHING)

Thomas Edison's what?
Ignore him.

Okay, I'm scrubbing
the sound for the melody.

All composers leave a DNA, a chromatic
DNA inside their compositions,

inside their music. That's why the
Beatles sound like the Beatles.

That's why Copland
sounds like Copland.

And this sounds like
my dad's favorite song.

Whatever. What I'm doing here is I'm
taking the sounds and editing them

through a total
deconstruction algorithm.

Pete, what did you say?

What? No. I just... I said that it
sounded like my dad's favorite song,

Center of My Soul by the Brick Tones.
1960-something.

My dad was just nuts
for those guys.

ARTIE: Eric Marsden.
Yeah. Yeah, that's him.

He 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?

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 eight,

my dad took me to the Blue Note
in New York to see Marsden.

He was into jazz then,
experimental stuff.

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.

Okay, start with Marsden.
Well, where do we find him?

How about 12 miles
south of the robberies?

This guy's in Chicago. PETE: What?
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 to 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 am not interested.

We're with the government.
We'd like to speak with Eric Marsden, please.

What for?

Suspicion of
bank robbery.

(CHUCKLES)

You've gotta
be kidding me.

JESSLYN: When my voice went,
I needed something to do.

I backed him up
on over 50 records,

so I guess this
ain't much different.

I've been his caretaker
going on five years now.

Does he have any family?

Ex-wife. She got remarried.

Started a new family
a long time ago.

What about 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, 'cause your timbre will bug him.

And cell phones off, no ringing,
and sure as hell no vibrating,

or he's gonna
start screaming.

So, get to it.
It's almost lunch.

(SIGHS)

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.

(PETE PLAYING PIANO)

Did you see it?

See what?

Everything.

Did you write that
piece of music, Eric?

(SNIFFLING)
I want my grilled cheese now.

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 of them gets rich and
the 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.

It's hard to when you're on
the phone every 30 minutes.

Okay, look, my family is having
a party next week, okay?

Are you satisfied?

Myka, the world will survive
without you for a day, okay?

Go be with your family.

You make it sound so cozy.

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.

Yeah, well, is there
any way that we could...

Okay. Well, I guess we'll just
wait for your call, then. Thanks.

So, it looks like the boss man fell
off the rich and powerful list.

You get that from
ogling the help?

The 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?

I'm working on it, but if there's
a link, I'm not seeing it yet.

Hi, I'm Jeff Canning.

Hey, 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.

Of course, if you want
to better it, it's yours.

Who wants it?

An 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 will
probably never see the light of day.

And why is that?

Costs 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.

Uh-oh.

Oh, no.

(CLEARS THROAT) Where's...

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.

No, it's 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 phone.

Thank you, Stephanie,
you can take off.

Half-days?

No secret. The industry's
going through a few changes.

Save a penny,
earn a penny.

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?
We're gonna need more.

The situation's changed.

STEPHANIE: Let's go.

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.

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 want to take away
your scissor privileges.

Oh, if I had a nickel...

Look, you gave us the sound thing,
so I'm returning the favor.

We're setting up at
Midwesterner Bank on Grand.

Based on what?

Just going over the 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 the way in and out
of these areas like no one else.

Except maybe cab drivers.

(WHISPERING)
Ask her about Jed Fissel.

Jed Fissel.
Wait.

The FBI is staking out the
Midwesterner on Grand, okay?

Belski has a vibe.
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.
What?

Leave the Farnsworth.

Okay. Call me if
you get something.

Hi, Mom.

Well, I'm sorry
he's canceling it,

but don't make
this my fault, okay?

WOMAN: It's okay. I got it.

WOMAN ON PHONE:
Myka, are you there?

Finally.

(FARNSWORTH RINGING)

For crying out...

Yeah?
You know how when

you sing in the shower and it bounces off
the tiles and you sound spectacular?

No, I never sound spectacular.
What are 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?
Is 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?

Kodak moment. Okay.

The number of unrobbed banks
that fit the acoustic profile

of the already robbed banks.
Is that what you're looking for?

Yes.

It is exactly two.

Two. Great. Where?

It'll be okay, Stevie.

What is it you do exactly?
Part of the Homeland Security thing?

I can't tell you
what I do exactly.

How does someone get
invited to your party?

Well, you don't get invited,
you get shoved.

How long have you and Bering
been partners?

Not long.

She's wound pretty tight.

Yes, she is.

Her history doesn't
bother you? Denver?

She did her best.

And the agent who died in the shootout,
Sam Martino, there's a 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?

And I should have figured
that out and I didn't.

Artie, Artie,
where is she?

(GRUNTS)

Federal agent! Stop!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(SIRENS 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 gray van,
no windows, no plates,

and the right
rear tire is bald.

They're using a record player.
Like a Close 'N 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.

Did you touch
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
right over there

that initiated a security
breach into my business.

(SIGHS) Why'd 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 going to talk about
things that make no sense,

then get the hell
out of my office.

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 DINGING)

Myka, watch out!

FBI, stop!

(SOOTHING MUSIC PLAYING)

See, whoever did this
mirrored these 12 proxies

and ran the breach
through here.

I didn't see that.

Well, I bet there's an entire
floor of analysts at the NSA

that would have missed it, too.
Well...

I mean, you traced it this far.
Yeah.

The rest should be easy.
Let me work it from here.

Let you... No... No.

What I need is 30 minutes
alone with this terminal.

(LAUGHS) Not possible.

(FARNSWORTH RINGING)

Don't ask.

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?
And is Pete okay?

I'm fine. Pete's still...

(GIGGLING)

A little affected
by the music.

He's making
a love connection.

He's... He's making a what?

Look, I managed to get my cell
phone into one of their pockets.

Find it and 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?

You know, they're...

Mostly they're
a pain in my ass.

So am I.
I'm not leaving.

This is Warehouse 13.

This is my office.

If you want to use my computer to poke
around your problem, I'm staying.

Got your 30 minutes.
I suggest you not waste it.

Yeah.

Could you at least avert your eyes, all right?
I mean, occasionally.

Okay.
All right. Thank you.

Don't you want to
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 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 RINGING)

I found your cell phone.

PETE: Is it there?
No.

(GASPS)

(WHISPERING) 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.

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.

PETE: Maybe.

But maybe not.

I...

I gotta take this.

Hi, Mom.

Yeah.

Can I talk to Dad?

You're putting that
back together, right?

Uh, yeah.

You know, good as new.

Okay, Mr. Knock-knock,

I'm gonna open a door
and see who you are.

MAN: You have to stop her.

Hello?

You've got to...

Who's there? Got to stop...
Got to stop her!

Someone's there. I can...

What the hell was that?

You okay?

Who, me? Sure. You know,
just a little shock.