All language subtitles for warehouse.13.s01e03

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.

- Why are you here?
- I was ordered here.

Said it was a matter of...

National security.

Arthur Nielsen,
you can call me Artie.

- I'm thrilled you're on the team.
- What team? What is this place?

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

Ms. Bering, Mr. Lattimer,

welcome to Warehouse 13.

We take the dangerous and unexplained
and lock it away right here.

Your job: hunt down whatever
is 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. I added some color.

- I like it. Looks good.
- Thanks.

We're here.

Hey, Kelly.
Made the deposit.

So, I'm sorry,
but don't make this my fault, okay?

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.

Chicago again?

That's...

Oh, come on.

No, no, you son of a...

Does corporal punishment
work on computers?

I mean, they're old!
They're very old, these monitors.

They've been acting up all morning.
I found out another robbery in Chicago.

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

I'm gonna recycle you both
for parts!

How about that?

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 fishing,

and he won't break through
the ZETAC 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 'em
and 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!

Think we'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.

Then stop looking at it.

You're dripping on my floor.

If you'll excuse me,
I have a date with a forward pass.

- Where's Myka?
- She's outside on her phone.

Jeez.

I know, I know, mom.
Call it a retirement party all you want.

We both know dad's never
letting go of about bookstore.

Mom, I can't, okay? I just...
I have a lot going on right now.

- Heads up!
- What?

- You all right?
- What is it with men and their balls?

- Where's my phone? Where is my phone?
- It's at your feet.

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!

Heads up.

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 guys want
with my robberies?

Hi, guys. Nice ties.

Can we talk?

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 DC,

where, together,
you almost lose the president?

Then you get exiled off the reservation
into my town, humping my leg.

It's a 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.

Projet-SG (1.00)

Agent Belski will be
more cooperative now.

- Yeah? What did that cost you?
- A couple grand.

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?
- The warehouse keeps us busy.

- Doing what, exactly, Pete?
- If I say anything else,

Mrs. Frederic will pop out
and go all scary-face on me.

- Give my best to Myka. Stay safe.
- Will do.

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 me do her dirty work.

Deenie, I gotta go.
Working. Okay, bye.

- Don't.
- Wasn't.

I mean, it's none of my business
anyway, right?

But, 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.

All right, Mr. Whoever-you-are,
trying to get into my computers.

You can run through proxy servers

in Yinchuan,

but you cannot...

hide.

- 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.

There's a big difference between
seeing something

and seeing something.

We know 3 banks have been robbed
on 3 successive Fridays at rush hour...

And it is Friday.
Six hours to rush hour.

By two suspects employing
a takeover technique without 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 ranked.

You had to go and call Dickinson
to get access?

- Just don't take it personally.
- It's entirely professional.

I'm just saying
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.

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?

I got it.

- So can I have your attention now?
- Show it to me.

Hold on, freeze.

What is inside that one's coat?

I don't know. A bomb.

Or something scared
these people stupid, Artie.

- Do any of these tapes have sound?
- No, they're all silent.

- Why?
- It's per a federal wiretap law,

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

None of the 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.

Lights can do that.

They can. Like a strobe can do that.
Any kind of flashing...

But nothing's flashing.

I'm talking about 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 that she was doing that
until she pulled the pants off...

Just be quiet.

What?

There's a man on his cell phone
during this entire robbery.

- Do you see that?
- Oh, really?

That's good. Somebody overheard
what was happening in there, right?

An "ear" witness.

I need the other side of that call.

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

I'm looking.
Just give me a second.

I am gonna huff and puff...

and blow your house down.

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.
- 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.

Tell'em what you told me.
It's okay.

Yeah, please, sit down.

We just have a couple questions.

When the suspects robbed the bank,
they played a sound.

Do you remember hearing anything?

No, nothing.

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.

Hey, Kelly.
I made the deposit.

So if you want to...
Oh, God.

God, they're robbing the...

You should turn it off.

Are you gonna play something?

What's going on?

Nothing.

You feel okay?

I feel...

loved.

I feel loved.

So she had a strong emotional reaction
to the sounds on the tape.

Yeah, but we weren't affected.

See, what I'm thinking...
is that this is a limbic trigger.

The sound rings a bell in the primal,
the lizard part of the brain

that connects
to the pleasure centers, see?

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

It's not even twitching, so...

I would guess you'd have to hear it
through the robber's equipment.

- The bank teller heard it here.
- She heard it there for the 2nd time,

so clearly,
there is a sense memory component.

Okay, so what are we looking for?

Are we looking for souped-up speakers
or Thomas Edison's wax cylinder?

Thomas Edison's what?

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

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

That's why
The Beatles sound like The Beatles,

- Copeland sounds like Copeland.
- It sounds like my dad's favorite song.

What I'm doing here is
I'm taking sounds,

putting them through
a tonal deconstruction algo... rhythm.

- 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 Bricktones, 1960-something.

- My dad was just nuts for those guys.
- Eric Marsden.

- 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...

- I never heard of Eric Marsden.
- That's 'cause 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.

Same notes. Exactly the same rhythm.
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.

- You can start with Marsden.
- Where do we find him?

How about 12 miles south
of the robberies? He's in Chicago.

- Is he playing somewhere?
- He lives there.

432... Argyle street.

His music, local crime scenes.

I say this guy just hit
the top of your suspect chart,

so go, go, go.

- Four hours to rush hour.
- You're driving.

And you're sure about this too?

You found the person
hacking into the warehouse?

The network intrusion
came from Washington?

With a 90...

8.3 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 it.

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.

You gotta be kidding me.

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.

She started a new family
a long time ago.

- What about children?
- One kid. Haven't talked in years.

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 timber will bug him.

And cell phones off, no ringing.

And sure hell no vibrating,
or he's gonna start screaming.

So get to it. It's almost lunch.

Mr. Marsden?

My name is Myka.
This is my friend.

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.

Did you see it?

See what?

Everything.

Did you write
that piece of music, Eric?

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 con man.

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.

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.

- 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?

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.

You satisfied?

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.

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 got 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.
He's kind of fallen out of fashion.

But I do have an offer on the table
to buy his stuff.

Course, 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 will
probably never see the light of day.

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,

and most of it sounds
like bricks in a blender.

Where's...

So, where's Fissel now?

Last I heard,
he was driving a cab downtown.

But that was years go.
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 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.

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 need more.

- The situation's changed.
- 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.

FBI.

I've got some pissed off agents who
wanna take away your scissor privileges.

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?

I was 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.

Ask her about Jed Fissel.

The FBI is staking out
the Midwesterner on Grand.

- Belski has a vibe.
- Do you?

Then I say they're wrong.
We're on this.

But what if it goes down,
and we're not there?

Fine, go.
Play footsie with the FBI.

- What?
- Leave the Farnsworth.

Call me if you get something.

Hi, mom.

Well, I'm sorry. He's canceling it.
But don't make this my fault.

It's okay, I got it.

Myka, are you there?

Finally.

For crying out...

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 resonates inside the banks.
- Like mad.

Something
in the source material is...

Amplified by the bank's 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.

- And 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.

Forgot something?

Who the...

What was that?

Kodak moment.

The number of un-robbed banks
that fit the acoustic profile

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

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...

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.

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.

Well, separated, but still.

- Lattimer.
- Myka nailed him.

The targeted banks
have the same acoustic profile.

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

Where is she?

Federal agent! Stop!

- What happened?
- Marble, stone and big, high ceilings.

That's what the music needs to work.
Wanna 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 walled.

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.

- You sure?
- Yeah, I...

felt her.

You touched her boobies?

Like, that hurts.

- The hell are you?
- My name...

it 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 through network
systems all over the world,

until I finally figured out it's that
computer, your computer right over there

that initiated the security breach
into my business.

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.

But if you're gonna talk about nonsense,
then get the hell out of my office!

I know that you did it.

Warehouse 13!

I got hacked!

Buddy... you got punk'd!

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?

Do you still have those earplugs?
Put 'em in.

Watch out!

FBI! Stop!

Whoever did this
mirrored these 12 proxies

and ran the breach through here.

I didn't see that.

I bet an entire floor of analysts
at the NSA would have missed it too.

I mean, you traced it this far.

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

Let... no.

What I need is 30 minutes
alone with this terminal.

Not possible.

Don't ask.

Artie, I need you
to find my cell phone.

I'm 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 Pete okay?

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

a little affected by the music.

- He's making a love connection.
- He's mak...

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 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.

You wanna use my computer
to poke around in 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.

All right, thank you.

Don't you wanna find
Myka's cell phone?

Right, I...

Belski doesn't seem too bothered
by her case kicking her in the ass.

Artie's tracing my phone.

What are you...
what are you doing?

I like your perfume.

- I'm not wearing perfume.
- Whatever you're wearing, I love it.

Stephanie.

Canning's assistant.

Hot damn.

I found your cell phone.

- Is it there?
- No.

Where's Jed and Stephanie?

It was never about the money.

Where's the record?

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.

Maybe.

But maybe not.

I gotta take this.

Hi, mom.

Can I talk to dad?

You're putting that
back together, right?

You know... good as new.

Okay, Mr. Knock-Knock,

we're gonna open the door
and see who you are.

You have to stop.

Hello?

You've got to...

- Who's there?
- Make it stop!

- You gotta stop her!
- Someone's there, I can...

What the hell was that?

You okay?

Me? Sure.
You know, just...

a little... shock.