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Hiker spotted the body
from that rise just after dawn.

Well, whoever did this
put a lot more effort

into the killing than
the concealing.
Hmm.

Looks like it might
have been spur-of-the-moment.

Or he didn't care if the victim
was found, either way.

Go ahead and roll him, Dave.

If the killer's smart,

he's already out of town,
laying on a beach somewhere,

drinking a margarita.

Well, let's hope he's
not that smart, then.

Any I.D. on him?

Mm. There's no wallet,

there's no cell,
and there's no keys,

unless you want to count
this bicycle lock thingy.

Body is just going into rigor.

So, probably
killed late last night.

Those look like defensive wounds
on the wrist.

Multiple head wounds,

any of which
could have been fatal.

He pissed somebody off,
didn't he?

What's the angriest
you've ever been?

I've been mad enough
to kill somebody.

Didn't do it.

What about you?

High threshold.

Short fuse.

Me, too. In high school,

I vented my frustrations
by devising elaborate tortures

for my classmates.

In comic book form, of course.

Well, whether the killer

woke up this morning intending

to beat this guy to death
or not,

right now, he's a new man
with a new plan.

And a big, fat secret.

Secrets are hard to keep.

♪ Who... are you? ♪

♪ Who, who, who, who? ♪

♪ Who... are you? ♪

♪ Who, who, who, who? ♪

♪ I really wanna know ♪

♪ Who... are you? ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh ♪
♪ Who... ♪

♪ Come on, tell me who are you,
you, you ♪

♪ Are you! ♪

Tire tracks head
out to the road.

They're fresh and deep.

Driver must have floored it.

But then again,

he had a good reason
to be in a hurry.

I have two different sets

of shoe impressions here,
in mud.

It hasn't rained out here
for weeks.

Could be melted ice
from a cooler.

Locals sometimes use these woods
to get drunk,

have target practice.

No, this isn't alcohol.

And he wasn't shot;
he was bludgeoned.

Victim's male Caucasian,

five-foot-ten,

155 pounds,
probably in his mid-20s,

with multiple BFTs
to the head and back,

as well as severe lacerations

to the left wrist.

Lack of hemorrhagic tissue

indicates the wound
is postmortem.

Wound tract: approximately
two centimeters deep,

atypical for a defensive wound.

Which suggests the killer...

was trying to dig...
something... out.

This looks like
an implantable RFID.

Radio Frequency
Identification chip.

I know. They're used for
tracking inventory at Wal-Mart.

But unless the 13th Amendment
got repealed

while I wasn't looking,

that's not inventory.

Implantable RFIDs
are pretty new.

There's some high-end nightclubs

that give them to their VIPs

to make it easier for them
to run up a tab.

Oh, yeah.

Having a chip surgically
implanted in your body

is so much more convenient

than putting a credit card
in your pocket.

Well, not everything I wear out
has pockets.

I'll buy you a purse.
All right.

The chip itself looks intact.

If I can get my hands
on a scanner,

I might be able to tell
who this belongs to.

No batteries required.

Just a little movement
in a magnetic field

to energize the circuit,
which transmits a code,

which gets sent
to the access database,

and...

Just like magic.

That's impressive.

So, do you have any other tricks

up your, um, arm?

Belinda?

I have those TPS reports...

Uh, Jason, this is Paulie Krill,

facilities management.

Paulie, this is Jason Devereaux,
our new I.T. guru.

I.T. geek... it's
okay to say it.

I had an RFID surgically
implanted in my wrist.

It's, uh, practically
the definition.

Did it hurt?
No, it was, uh,

it was a little like
getting a vaccination.

Without the autism.

Actually, that's anecdotal.

I...
I tell most people that
it was a suicide attempt.

It makes me appear
dark and tormented.

I bet the ladies love that.

You tell me.

Lombard.

Sounds to me like your
computer has a virus.

Oh, that's what I was afraid of.

Ah, well, come with me.

That's why we call
it the Help Desk.

What?
Sorry.

Where the hell is Devereaux?

I haven't seen him today.

Something wrong?

Yeah.

It's, uh...

Something is, uh...

very wrong.

Come here.

No, come here.

You've got something in your,

something in your hair.

There...

There.

Got it.

Thank you.

What are you looking at?

A sexual harassment suit.

You're a very funny guy.

Hey.

Tell, uh, little Jason

that I want that fixed ASAP.

From now on, this is no longer
the Help Desk.

It's just... the desk.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

You ever think that some people
would be better off dead?

What's gotten into you today?

I don't know.

Whatever it is,

I like it.

So, they say people have
a good side and a bad side.

What's the verdict?

I don't seem to have a bad side.

What do you have there?

Metal fragment
from my crime scene.

Mandy was able to pull

a few small partials
and some smudges,

but, uh...

nothing with enough detail
to run through AFIS.

It's magnetic,

which means it's ferrous,
probably a steel alloy.

Layered steel.
Very high strength.

That fine line pattern
looks like ferning.

Material deformation resulting

from explosive force.

Yeah, possibly.

You see that kind of
thing in a pipe bomb.

Is that what this is from?

I don't know.

Come on, damn it.

Yes.

You sound happy.

What's going on?

I just got the vic's name.

Jason Devereaux.

Nice.

I'll track down
his phone records.

He lives at 1120

Marapasa Parkway,
apartment number one.

And he drives a Ford Ranger.

That's consistent with
the tire treads at the scene.

Kill a man, take his car.

Mm. Bonus.

Man, that's three messages

I've left for
the property manager now.

Maybe he's got
better things to do

than cooperate with the law.

Wait, wait.
Hold up a sec.

That's the victim's truck
right there.

And trust me...

he was in no condition
to drive it home.

Key's in the ignition.

Door's unlocked.

I'll check for prints.

Looks like everything's
been wiped clean.

Maybe not everything.

Dispatch, this is
Charlie-Zero-Six Sanders.

We need backup and tow
at 1120 Marapasa Parkway.

Copy that, Charlie-Zero-Six.

Officers are already at
that location, responding 406.

We came in on the other
side of the complex.

That's why we missed each other.

Regular maid service

entered the apartment
a few hours ago.

Found the place trashed,
called it in.

The unit's right back here.

Most of the electronics
are gone.

The TV was probably too big
to carry out.

Security cable's been cut.

Killer didn't have a key.
It was on the victim's belt.

So, the killer comes back
to the vic's apartment.

Why?

Maybe to get something that
ties him to the murder.

A computer,
from the looks of it.

That suggests that the killer

had a prior relationship
with the vic... family,

friend, coworker.

Mm-hmm.

Which means this...

is a pretty good place to start.

Hey!

Everybody shut up!

Stop trying to look busy
for a minute

and give your attention
down here.

Good afternoon.

I'm, uh, Captain Jim Brass.

I'm a detective

with the Las Vegas
Police Department.

I'm sorry to break up
your day like this,

but I'm here about
Jason Devereaux.

He's not in yet.

What is this about?
Mr. Devereaux

is the subject of an active
investigation.

I'll be talking to all of you
individually.

These officers will pick up
your contact information.

I promise it won't
take too long.

Thank you in advance
for your cooperation.

He's a hacker.

Bet it's a hacker thing.

Probably some high-tech
black market credit card scam.

I read about it in Wired.

Some people,
you just can't tell.

Well, all I know is that
the kid was here yesterday,

he wasn't here today.

And since he didn't
bother calling,

he's also fired, so you know.

That's the least
of his problems.

Well, I got just
the place for you.

You pull the blinds, it's
totally private and quiet.

You can pull out the rubber
hose, nobody will even know.

You know, I'm curious, uh,
do you have any problems

with disgruntled
employees lately?

No more than usual.

I mean, come on, you
know what we do here.

Yeah, I can read the sign.

You're support operations
for the Tangiers.

Which means we laminate
badges, distribute uniforms

and issue parking permits.

We are the testicles of the
casino business, my friend.

If you're working here, it's
not 'cause you want to be.

Action figures and anime
for the computer guy.

It's almost a cliché.

Let me guess,
you were a GI Joe man.

No, but... my dad was.

Hey, Nick, we're
finished up here.

Want me to help Barnes?
All right, go ahead.

Nick, what do you make of this?

Looks like a long portrait.

They're big on

photo-sharing sites.

Video art.
With a little narcissism.

Well, one's not much
without the other.

So, all electronic data
goes back to the lab.

I'll do the honors.
Hold on...

there, Doctor,
I'll save you the hassle.

I've got a drive duplicator
in my truck.

I'll go grab it.
All right.

According to Mr. Devereaux's
phone records,

the two of you called each
other several times last night.

I'm his direct supervisor;
we talk all the time.

Most of the calls were
after 11:00 p.m.

Jason said he was

dealing with some sort
of mail server glitch.

I.T.'s always dealing
with something.

I thought it takes,
like, 48 hours

to report someone missing,

so this can't be about him
not showing up

for work.

You seem
more concerned about him

than the rest of
your colleagues.

We're friends.

I just want to know...

He's dead.

I'm going to be informing
the rest of your coworkers,

individually, about that fact.

Please don't discuss it
with anybody, okay?

Hmm.

There are virtually no personal
files on this computer.

Yeah, what do you make of that?

Some people
take their privacy seriously.

His files have to be somewhere.

This thing's set up to remotely
access another machine.

How much you want to
bet it's the laptop

stolen from his apartment?

Killed?

My God, that's...
terrible.

Where were you last night,
Mr. Krill?

Nowhere.

I... I got off work
and went home, as usual.

Do you have a wife or anybody
who can verify that?

No. I live alone.

How would you describe your
relationship to Mr. Devereaux?

I don't like your tone,
Detective.

You don't like my tone?

One of your coworkers
was just killed.

You don't seem to be
too upset by it; why is that?

I didn't like him.

Jason was always

trying to get people
to do his work for him.

And because he was
good-looking and charming,

I guess they did.

You do your job...

and you work hard.

That's how you get
what you deserve in life.

At least
that's the way I was raised.

Hmm.

Ooh, monoamine oxidase A.

Ask me anything.
What do you want to know?

What do you know about it?

Kind of a lot.

My research group
in grad school developed

a protocol
to synthesize the gene.

What's the case?

It's just something
I'm working on.

You know, that specific mutation
right there

has actually been linked
to violent behavior.

For example,
there was this Dutch family,

and all the males in the family

who had that were rapists
and arsonists.

And then mice without
the MAOA gene

all exhibited highly
aggressive behavior.

MAOA deficiency
doesn't make you violent.

I didn't say it did.

Just 'cause something
might happen

doesn't mean it will.

It's genetics, it's not destiny.

Mm, vic's laptop
is online there.

That's the victim's
apartment building.

Can you isolate the unit?

Let's see.

His computer was configured
for remote screen access.

So, that means

I might be able to access

the computer directly.

Got him.

That's what's on his machine
right now.

This guy's a gamer, huh?

Mm-hmm.

But so am I.

Check this.

Laptop cam on.

Okay.

Say cheese, dirtbag.

Look, I-I didn't kill nobody.

I don't know nothing

about nobody getting killed.

And here you are
with a dead guy's laptop

in your possession.
Okay, yeah, sure.

Okay, I can admit to that.

I-I was heading out my crib

and I walked by this apartment.

See, the door was
just wide open.

All this high-end gear in there,

it's just sitting there,
unattended.

Yeah, all locked up
with security cables, right?

Well, well, yeah, that's why I
go back, get the bolt cutters.

You know, what with Christmas
coming up and all.

Yeah.

Write it down.

He's nothing.

He's just a random petty thief.

The killer probably left
the apartment door open

to make it look like a robbery.

Well, Jason Devereaux
had a juvie record.

I had it unsealed.

A lot of antisocial
tendencies in there.

He also did time on a work farm

for peddling Ritalin
in high school.

You think it's a drug thing?

His tox came back positive
for methamphetamine.

Point-oh-two mikes per mil.

That's a party dose.

Maybe, but it wouldn't be

the first time
that a regular guy

with a steady job
threw it all away

for the great taste of meth.

DESI.

Lucy?

You're doing Desorption
Electrospray Ionization...

DESI.

A spray of
electrically-charged water

dissolves compounds
in the fingerprint,

which creates a thin film
that gets scattered back

to the mass-spec,

identifying what
the suspect touched.

I know how it works.

I'm doing it.
Yes.

But it was a lucid and
entertaining explanation

of the process.

You know, um, I did
process that metal,

and there was no unusual
residue on the surface.

Are you expecting to find
something in the prints?

I was at

a DEA seminar
last month. Uh...

they were discussing
making "one-pot" meth.

You mix the chemicals

in a container
which you leave in the woods

to vent and cure.

But if someone comes along

and disturbs it at the wrong
moment in the reaction...

Kaboom.

So it's a drug thing.

That's what everyone
seems to think.

Homeland Security
was missing out

on a real asset
with Jason Devereaux.

His laptop was loaded
with key loggers

and corporate spyware set up
to copy e-mails and files

from a dozen people
in his office.

There's gigabytes of stuff here.

He was spying on

everybody he worked with.

Maybe he read something
he shouldn't have.

Something worth killing him for.

This isn't a drug thing.

Traces of RDX
in the fingerprints...

High explosive.

That's disturbing.

Terrorism comes to mind.

It certainly does.

♪ ♪

I know what you're
up to, Paulie.

And I want to help.

What are you talking about?

What are you doing?!

I haven't been here long, but
I can see the way things are.

People putting you down,
day after day, in little ways,

making you feel
like you're nothing.

"Hey, Paulie,
you're going to have to

stay late and do inventory."

"Hey, Paulie, we're out of
coffee again. Would you mind?"

"Hey, Paulie,
love the shirt."

I know what it feels like
to be on the outside.

And I know
you want to make them pay.

I-I don't know
what you're talking about.

How did you...

How did you do that?

Your life's an open book
to me, Paulie.

I know what you really
want to do to this place,

deep down in your heart,
when it feels like

Lombard and this job
are grinding you down.

I've got an uncle

that works
in the mining business.

I could get a brick of RDX

with one phone call.

No questions asked.

I can make all your dreams
come true, Paulie.

All you gotta do is let me.

Okay, these are
the colleagues whose trust

Jason Devereaux was violating.

Knowing the deep,
dark secrets of your coworkers

is a slippery slope.
There was a time

in my life
that would've come in handy.

I used to work alongside
an angel of death, remember?

Hmm.

It's mostly online shopping
and DVD rentals.

I take it the office
firewalls porn?

Don't they all.

But if the victim
was poking into

everyone's private life,

this could've been
an extortion scheme

gone bad, a crime of passion.

Wouldn't explain
the explosives we found

on the metal fragment.

Archie and I did

global searches for words
like "explosives,"

and unless Mr. Lombard's
recent bout

of diarrhea counts,
we struck out.

Brass ran scent dogs
through this whole office.

The only thing found

were traces of RDX
in Jason's cubicle.

Well, his uncle
runs a mining company.

And according
to Jason's juvie record,

he enjoyed blowing
things up as a child.

Maybe he was just pursuing
his hobby into adulthood.

Well, if there's
an explanation in there,

it looks like we're
going to have to find it

the old-fashioned way
and read the lot of them.

Split it up by individual,
starting with

the day of the murder
and work your way back.

Okay.

Oh, hey, George.

Uh, Mr. Lombard wanted me to
bring him the new swatches

for the bellman uniforms.
Oh, yeah.

Looking for Ms. Mayfield, but...

Yeah, sure, fine, whatever.

Okay?
Thanks.

So, how'd you know this
thing was even in here?

I found it logging inventory
a few months back,

so I contacted
the City Planning...

City Planning Department.

That's right, I remember.

They, uh, they e-mailed you

the building plans.

Yeah.

Okay, coast is clear.

This was an electrical conduit.

It goes about 150 feet
outside the building,

comes up on the other side
of the security fence.

Okay.

Get in.

What?

Get in, go all the way
out, and then come back.

You said this was
your exit strategy.

I just want to be sure
that it works.

Go ahead, I'm gonna,
I'm gonna stand guard.

Jason, it's totally
dark in there.

I don't even have

a flashlight.

Hey.

There's an app for that.

♪ Any way you want it ♪

♪ That's the way you need it ♪

♪ Any way you want... ♪

Hello?

Okay, okay.

♪ Any way you want it ♪

♪ That's the way you need it ♪

♪ Any way you want... ♪

What are you doing down here?

Oh, hey, there, George!

Good to see you again.
Where's Paulie?

I'm sorry? Where's Paulie?

You know, I don't know.

He was just here.

- I'm calling Lombard!
- Whoa!

George, George,
calm down a second!

I don't know... Paulie's
gonna be back in a second!

Hey, George, I can explain.

That phone has
outstanding reception.

Wait.

That was a joke?

Y-You were joking?

Always expect the unexpected.

Are you kidding me?!

Relax, I'm just
toughening you up.

You're gonna thank me later.

Did you get all the way out?

That conduit isn't
going to do us any good

if you're just counting on old
George to be there every t...

We don't need him.

You're not authorized
to be in this...

How did you, how did you...?

Never underestimate the power
of a sexy geek...

with a flash drive.

I got
all the access codes we need.

Right, uh, over here,
Ms. Devereaux.

Um... they said I could
collect my son's things.

Yeah, personal effects
only, ma'am.

And write down
whatever you take.

Excuse me, are you Jason's mom?

I'm Paulie Krill.

My condolences.

You look like you
could use some help.

That'd be nice.

Copy that.
ETA five minutes.

Were you friends with Jase?

Um, work friends, mostly.

You didn't really
know him, then?

No, not really.

I always figured things
would turn out bad for him.

Jase was a...
difficult boy.

High-spirited.

It's rough when
there's no dad around.

Sometimes I think I took
extra shifts at work so I...

wouldn't have to go home.

Here you go.

I hope he wasn't awful to you.

Don't blame yourself.

Ray.

Highway Patrol just
brought this in.

They found it on the side of
the road near Mount Charleston,

about a mile away
from your crime scene.

Metal's consistent with
the exploded fragment you found.

And there's blood on the edge.

Which I sampled
with a high-quality

Lynn-Peavey integra swab,
to compare with the vic's.

It could be what made
the impact wound on his back.

It could be our murder weapon.

Whatever it is.

♪ ♪

Stokes.

Hey, Nick, it's Wendy.

I got the DNA results for the
semen stain in the victim's car.

Hey.

You okay?

Yeah.

Clearly.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Belinda, I know you liked Jason.

But he was obviously into
some pretty bad stuff.

Maybe he wasn't as nice
a guy as you think he was.

They never are.

Yeah.

Look, it's about time
to get out of here.

You up for a drink?

Or ten?

Just us?

Yeah.

It's been a weird day.

What the hell?

Let's make it a weird night.

Sure.

Ms. Mayfield, I need you
to come to the police station.

Why?
Do you mind?

No, he doesn't have...
I already talked with you.

You didn't talk to me about
what your DNA was doing in

the victim's car, unless you
want to deny sleeping with him.

Go with this officer.

This way, ma'am.

You know what the weird part of
this is, I mean,

at least from
your point of view?

The only reason we have your DNA
in our system is because

you gave it to us
three years ago,

when you filed charges

against your scumbag ex-husband
for domestic abuse.

Believe me, I remember that.

Oh, I'm sure you do.
And I know...

I'm not telling you
something you don't know,

but you've got a history
of picking the wrong guy.

I mean, I have statements
from your coworkers.

Jason Devereaux was banging
half the women in your office.

So, what do they say
about a woman scorned?

We found Jason's flash drive

in her purse, filled with
passwords, account information

and RFID access codes

to nearly every secure area
in that building.

That screams
white-collar crime to me.

What's the scam?

I mean, what is there to steal?

That place isn't exactly a bank.

I don't know, but Jason had
an e-ticket on Pacific Vista

departing for Cabo
tomorrow morning.

What?!

Yeah, so,
unless he just happened

to be planning a vacation...

More like trying to skip town.

Let's see if anybody else
from his work went with him.

I hear Cabo's very

romantic this time of year.

We were just going away
for the weekend.

No, you were going away
for good.

We have your access codes
on Jason's flash drive.

I gave him that
so he could reprogram

my boss' access card,
so it wouldn't work.

Something wrong?

It was a joke.
It was a plan.
You and Jason

were cooking up some scheme in
the office, things went bad,

and one working stiff makes
another worker stiff.

I had a fling with him.

That was it!

I didn't kill him!

The piece that Highway
Patrol brought in is, uh, part

of the inside cover
of a Traeger GR-7 jewelry safe.

So Jason and whoever killed him

were out in the woods
blowing up a safe?

Apparently.

All of which suggests

they were planning
an old-fashioned robbery.

You know that my dad was
a casino boss, right?

Well, every few weeks,

he had to collect the
revenue from all of his

low-end, low-volume operations.

Nickel slots from bars
and mini-marts,

grocery store keno,
that sort of thing.

And we're not talking
small potatoes, either.

Quarter mil, easy,
even on a bad month.

An armored truck would go
around town

making the pickups.

But when they were done,
the bank would be closed.

So, they would drive
to Sam's business office

where he kept a big,

old vault
in a room all by itself.

Sam loved showing it off to me

as the sacks of coins and
bricks of cash went into it.

Anyway, the money would go
into the vault and stay there

until the next morning

when the armored car guys would
return and take it to the bank.

I think we need to find out

if there's a safe
on the premises.

Oh, hi, there.

I'm David Hodges.

Welcome to Lynn-Peavey
Corporation's

Wonderful World of Forensics.

Today on our show,

the scintillating science
of swabbing.

- Depending on whether you use...
- I don't think

the girl
had anything to do with it.

I think she's more of a victim
than a killer.

Okay. What about a safe?

No, not yet.
Tangiers Corporate

doesn't want
to talk about how and where

they keep the money
until they get the okay

from their bosses in New York,

and back East,
they're still in bed,

so I'm working up a warrant.

Thanks, Jim.
You know how to find me.

What are you doing?

Proof of principle.

Mythbusters style.

When you landed on the idea that
there might be a safe involved,

we had Archie and Greg search
Jason's files for the term.

It turns out that
both the victim

and another employee,
Paulie Krill,

had been doing a lot of Web
searches on safecracking.

That is a Traeger GR-7

jewelry safe,
same model as the one

that we found evidence of
in the woods.

We bought it from
the one local store

that carries them.

And the last one they sold
was to Paulie Krill.

I take it the fact that
you're both still here means

there's a broadcast out?

Yes.

Paulie Krill is not at home.

His office is closed
for the night.

In any event,

this safe features what's known
as a glass re-locker.

When someone attempts
to drill the door,

a glass plate
inside the safe breaks,

activating additional
locking bolts,

which render the safe

practically impervious.

There's a Traeger GR-17 safe
in the vic's office.

That is the big brother
to this model,

but the physics is the same.

These guys were also renting
heist movies,

among them The Score,
which is not

a bad film.
I liked it.

Uh, safecracker cuts a hole
in the top of the safe,

fills it with water,

and then drops in
a high-explosive depth charge.

There was water in
the vic's truck.

And mud at the scene.

Water is
an incompressible fluid,

so it transfers the force
of the explosion to the door

before the glass re-locker
can activate.

That was their plan.

That... was...
awesome.

Now all we got to do

is hang loose
for a couple of days

until the money comes in,
and then we cash out.

Yo hablo español, mi amigo.

I hope you do, too.

I can't go through with it.

What?

No, no, no, no, no.

No, no, not now.

No, you are not backing out
of this now, man.

Not now.
It wasn't real!

It was just a game.

It was a... it was a secret.

Nobody was even supposed
to know about it.

Hey, hey, hey!

For 20 years, all you do
is fill in the space

in that lousy little cubicle,

and still, you somehow manage

to come up with
the perfect plan to rip off

all of the losers
that you work for

that make you feel
like crap day after day.

I give you the thing that
you need to make it all go boom,

and-and you don't want
to go through with it?

No. I can't. I can't.

I can't.
Yes, you can, Paul!

For once in your life,

you're actually going
to do something,

something big.

You want this, I know you do.

I've seen it in your eyes.

Staring at all those things
that you can't get...

Money, respect,

Belinda.

No!

I don't care!

I'm not doing it!

I can't! That's it!

I am out!

Fine!

You want out, you're out!

I don't need you to carry
this off anymore, anyway.

Breathe a word of this
to anyone anywhere,

and I will hunt you down and
put a bullet in your head.

I swear.

Empty space.

That's all you are.

Mr. Krill!

LVPD! Open up!

Paulie, drop it!

Open this door!

Come on!

♪ Pressure ♪

♪ Pushing down on me ♪

♪ Pressing down on you ♪

♪ No man asks for ♪

♪ Under pressure ♪

♪ That burns a building down ♪

♪ Splits a family in two ♪

♪ Puts people on streets ♪

Hey!

Mr. Krill!

Don't do it, Paulie!

♪ It's the terror of knowing
what this world is about ♪

♪ Watching some good friends
screaming ♪

♪ "Let me out" ♪

♪ Pray tomorrow
takes me higher ♪

♪ Pressure on people ♪

♪ People on streets ♪

♪ Dah-dah-dah ♪

♪ Da, da, da, da, da... ♪

♪ Okay ♪

♪ Chipping around ♪

♪ Kick my brains
round the floor ♪

♪ These are the days ♪

♪ It never rains but it pours ♪

♪ Ee-do-da-do... ♪

Can't get it open!

Paulie!

Get the door open! Let's go!

I can't find my card.

Try harder!

Oh, wait. I found it.

Call it in.

I knew...

it would work.

♪ Pressure. ♪