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( suspenseful theme playing )

No. No chance.

I told him you weren't
going to be sensible, Mike.

Sensible.

What does that say?

Tampa Wines. Mike Tampa, head man.

I know. Pearson knows.

Then why doesn't he act like it?

Why doesn't he stick to adding up
numbers and stop trying to be my mother?

I know it's your winery

and I should stick
to adding up numbers,

but, Mike, uh, I just, uh,
added the quarterly statement.

Well, let's have it.

It's bad. Well, darn it.

I make the best cabernet
sauvignon in the country,

and it's selling at a top price.

But you don't sell enough of it.

Your payroll is top-heavy.
The taxes are up.

Taxes are always up.

Mike, the bank is screaming.

I, uh... I talked to
the loan committee and...

And they said no?

Well, uh...

Mike, I'm sorry.

Ah, Arthur, I'm sorry.

I'm a loudmouth.

All right, I'll talk to them.

I'll promise them a
case of great wine.

She all right now, Leo?

I guess so, Mr. Tampa.
She's not missing any more.

That's good enough. Um...

Take the jeep back
for me, will you, Leo?

Okey-doke.

TAMPA: Relax, Arthur.

I'll be diplomatic,
and Meg will be sexy.

We'll work 'em over together.

How'd it go?

Take a look.

( suspenseful theme playing )

( clears throat )

Mike, please.

Brakes are out.

( tires squealing )

Slow her down.

( tires squealing )

( upbeat theme playing )

ANNOUNCER:

Starring William Conrad.

With guest stars:

Theodore Bikel,

Katherine Justice,

and special guest star,
Christopher Connelly.

ANNOUNCER:

( mysterious theme playing )

Good morning.

Uh, I'm looking for Miss Warren.

I'm Miss Warren.

Oh, well, I'm Frank Cannon.

Oh, I wasn't sure you'd come
up, I mean on short notice.

Well, it sounded serious.

From the looks of
you, I guess it was.

Do you mind if we talk in there?

Of course not.

I have some cases I wanna check.

Would you tell me
about the accident?

I don't think it was one.

Oh? Why not?

Five weeks ago in the bottling plant

an entire rack of bottles

fell over onto Mike... Mr. Tampa.

He could have been cut up badly.

Two weeks ago,

fusel oil got into the
wine Mike was tasting.

That's pretty deadly stuff.

If the first sip
hadn't been bitter...

Yesterday,

the brakes on his car failed

heading down Lomitas Grade.

The car was completely wrecked.

Does Mr. Tampa believe
somebody's trying to kill him?

Who, Mike? No.

He thinks the world loves him,

just like he loves the world.

Mr. Cannon, someone
is trying to kill him.

I want you to find out who.

Did, uh, he ask you to call me?

Uh, has he agreed to
this investigation?

Uh, not exactly.

I don't think he'd like the idea

of a private detective
looking over his life.

Mm.

Now, let's see if I
got this straight now.

So far I bought a plane ticket
to get up here, rented a car.

I've talked to a pretty girl.

All I need now is a client.

I'm just his secretary,

and I know I have a nerve,

hiring you without
permission, I know.

But I'm scared for Mike.

Don't tell me it's old-fashioned.

I make my wine the
good way, the right way.

For connoisseurs, yes,

but not as far as
the bank's concerned.

I don't give a rap.

Cut down on your labor force.

Go into bulk processing.

How about burning down the winery?

It took two generations
to grow these vineyards,

learn to make fine wine.

Y-you want me to turn
my place into a...? A...?

A factory?

No chance. Oh.

Well...

I figured that.

Okay,

let me work on it.

Maybe I can do some juggling.

( door opens )

TAMPA: Hey, Johnny.

( chuckles )

Hey, when I heard about
it in San Francisco,

I nearly had a heart attack.

You maniac, what are
you trying to do to me?

Is that any way to
talk to your father?

How are you?

All right. It's nothing. I'm tough.

Well, thank God.

You're a lot of
trouble, you know that?

Hi, Arthur. Hello, Johnny.

Look, do me a favor, will
you? And do him a favor too.

Work him over with a bung starter

until he sees some reason.

Out, out, out, out, out.

All right, what's the crisis?

Nothing. Arthur's having kittens.

How'd it go in San Francisco?

Fantastic.

What's nothing?

Is it serious?

Your grandfather sweated
blood getting this land,

piece by piece,

planting the vines,

grafting on the
finest European grapes.

And you inherited
it, and you built it,

and you make the best
cabernet sauvignon

in the United States.

Maybe in the world,

even if the French are
never gonna admit it.

( chuckles )

For a while, there, it
didn't seem to matter so much

when you were gone.

Now you're back...

and we gotta keep it,

and we gotta work it so
it goes from me to you.

Three generations.

That means something.

Yeah, it means a lot.

Hey, tell me how you conned
them at the Wine Festival.

Well...

Well, it's not too
bad, I guess. Yeah.

Could've been worse.

You from the insurance?

I understand the brakes went out.

Yeah, that's what Mr. Tampa said.

Uh, Proctor checked
them over. CANNON: Yeah?

Yeah, uh, but they
were fine, though.

Well, I mean, the master
cylinder and the lines,

full of fluid.

In fact, everything
checked out A-okay.

Hm.

I guess it didn't happen then, huh?

Unless, uh,

you've got any ideas.

Hm?

No. Heh-heh!

( chuckles )

Hey, come on, you guys.

Give, huh?

Okay, uh, well,

Mr. Tampa'd been tasting wine all
morning yesterday for the Wine Festival.

I mean, uh, he sampled a lot,

and, uh, he drove out of here like
somebody set a torch to his tail.

Ah. Oh, forget it,

I got a big mouth. No, no.

Thanks.

Who the devil are you to
ask me something like that?

I'm a private investigator.

Who sent for you? I did, Mike.

Because of those three accidents that might
have killed you, if they were accidents.

The brakes on my car went out.

CANNON: That isn't
what your mechanic said.

There was some question
about your condition.

Don't be delicate.

You wanna find out if
I was drunk? I wasn't.

When you taste wine, you taste it.

You swirl it around in your mouth then
you spit it out. You don't drink it.

Yes, I'm aware of that.

So if you weren't drunk, then
somebody was trying to kill you.

Mike, please.

I don't believe it, and
I'd like one good reason

for paying him to mess into my life.

Cabernet sauvignon.

What?

Look, Mr. Tampa, in 1961
you produced a cabernet

that is probably the best red wine
that's ever been made in this country.

I still have a half a case of it.

Now, if you go and
get yourself killed,

there may never be another
Tampa vintage like that again.

What kind of a private eye are you?

Moderately civilized.

All right, you're hired.

But let me tell you
something, you're wrong.

The '59 was better.

Forgive me, sir, but you're wrong.

It was too fruity.

The '61 was a much better wine.

It was a magnificent
wine, a great wine.

Well, maybe.

You really think somebody's
trying to kill me?

Why?

You tell me.

I've got no enemies,
I've got no fortune.

All I have is a vineyard
and a lot of debts.

Yes, I noticed the picture
of your vineyard on the wall.

How many acres do you own?

Two thousand.

That seems to be quite a fortune.

Some time back there was
a land developer wanted it,

just the land. He wasn't
even interested in the vines.

How much? -Thousand
dollars an acre.

Well, on two thousand
acres that could be

$2 million, right?

Okay, but I'm not selling.

At one time I might
have thought of selling,

but then my son Johnny came back.

From where?

Ah, that's history.
It's over and done with.

Nothing's ever over and
done with, Mr. Tampa.

Where was he?

I...

Meg, do you mind?

Of course.

I'll wait outside.

Johnny, uh...

( door closes )

Johnny's 26 now.

When he, uh...

When he was 7, his mother
and I, we busted up.

Not her fault.

It was both of us.

Anyway, she left me, and
she took Johnny with her.

Didn't see him again
until two years ago.

Now there's another Tampa
to take over the land.

From my father to
me, from me to Johnny.

He inherits everything,
and he's the only one.

So no motive.

So far.

Okay, dig around,
see what you can find.

Thank you.

You know,

you've got taste.

'61 was a great year.

Even if you don't find anything,

we'll have some
great wines together.

( upbeat theme playing )

( door closes )

Johnny Tampa? Yes, sir.

Frank Cannon.

Oh, yeah, Mr. Cannon,
Meg told me about you.

What's this about somebody's
trying to kill my father?

It's a possibility.

But why? Mike's one of the
nice people in the world.

Do you call your father Mike
because you were separated

from him for so long?

Yeah, I guess so,

17 years since I was a little kid.

I, uh...

I came back here two years ago.

I didn't know what was gonna happen,

I just wanted to see
my father, you know?

I was a little uptight about it.

When I... I, you
know, walked in there,

I stuck out my hand to shake hands,

and he grabbed me and kissed me.

He took me in. From that
time on, I was his son.

Look, Mr. Cannon, I
happen to love the man,

and I'm worried about him,

so if there's anything
I can do, just tell me.

Well, uh, maybe you
can tell me something

about those three
accidents that he had.

No, come to think of
it, I guess you can't,

because as I understand it,
you were in San Francisco

those three times,
weren't you? Yeah.

Well, uh, I'm just trying to
fill in the blanks on things.

Eh, where's your mother now?

She's dead.

Two years ago.

That's why I came back here.

She was a little bitter
about Mike, my father,

but that was their
problem, their marriage,

their trouble.

Look, Mr. Cannon, I have to
get back to San Francisco.

Is there...? Is there
anything else I can tell you?

No, no, not right now, thank you.

Have a nice trip. Thanks.

( dramatic theme playing )

( buzzer buzzing )

Hey, what gives? All right.

Accidents. Three times
you've tried to kill Mike,

and all three times you've missed.

Each time I've been
up here, all right?

Well, last time Meg was with him.

So?

So it stops right now.

Look...

( both grunting )

All right, knock it off.

Look, it's not as though Mike Tampa

really was your father.

It was your con in the first place

to play the lost prodigal son.

We just joined in.

Well, now we're all playing.

You've got yourself an alibi.

Mike Tampa gets killed accidentally.

You inherit.

We all get rich.

Or we blow the whistle on you,

and you get framed for his murder.

Take your choice.

( dramatic theme playing )

( peaceful theme playing )

( giggles )

Here.

Ah, chicken. Mmm.

Here you go. Hm.

And one for me.

Sacramento wants another
20 cases of Chablis.

Well, Sacramento's slow in paying.

Send him a refusal
wrapped in a past-due bill.

Oh, Johnny, it's one
of Mike's old friends.

All right, then, uh, send
him five cases with, uh...

With an apology.

Which reminds me... Hm.

You owe me apology. Why?

For the scare you gave me when
I heard about the accident.

Oh, I'm touched.

Come on, Meg, I really mean it.

Well, I'm fine.

I-I'm tough.

Now you sound just like Mike.

Well, I've been with
him nearly four years.

It's like marriage, you grow
more and more like each other.

Yeah, four years out
here in the boonies.

It's a good life, all
right, but not for everybody.

I'm thinking about making a move.

Maybe down to San Francisco.

You'd leave?

Come on, Meg.

Pop runs the winery.

You run Pop. I'm not
essential around here.

I think I'll just take a trip.

Oh, Johnny, you're not
talking about a trip.

You mean you're leaving.

W... Why?

Meg, I've got my reasons.

What reasons?

Mike needs you.

Mike will make it without me.

Oh, Johnny, that's crazy.

He loves you.

And I love him,

and I love this land.

It's just that I'm getting
kind of itchy, you know?

I wanna go somewhere else,

do something else for a while.

But now, with the...? The accidents,

the investigation going on?

Come on, that's Cannon's department.

He'll take care of that.

And accidents... Well,
they do happen, you know.

Even three in a row.

But I'll bet they
don't happen any more.

Yeah, what do you bet, Mike's life?

Come on, Meg, I didn't mean that.

Oh, Johnny, I'm asking you to stay.

( mysterious theme playing )

That was stupid.

Oh, was it?

I mean that...

Oh, I know what you mean.

Bon voyage.

Hey, Meg...

No, Mr. Cannon, I don't
know much about Johnny Tampa

before he came out here.

Well, he was gone for 17 years.

Surely Mike Tampa checked
him out pretty thoroughly.

Well, I figure Mike was just
so pleased to have his son back,

he didn't wanna ask
too many questions.

Besides, I understand Arthur Pearson

checked him out
pretty good. Pearson?

Yeah, he's the
accountant for Tampa Wine.

Now, Arthur is the kind
of man you call "Arthur",

not "Art." ( chuckles )

And I'll bet he went through

every one of those 17
missing years in great detail.

Good, I'll ask him.

In the meantime, you
check out Proctor and Lund.

You know, both of those mechanics

have been with Tampa
for a long time.

Well, somebody gimmicked the
brakes on Mike Tampa's car.

You're pushing this
thing pretty hard, Cannon.

You could be wrong. Maybe I am,

but it's better than
having Mike dead.

Right?

I hired a private
detective in San Francisco.

Yeah, who?

Oh, he's a perfectly legitimate man.

He came well-recommended,

and I think he did a thorough job.

Of course, he...

He didn't like the
amount of detail I wanted,

but when he was finished,

I was able to assure Mike
that Johnny is his son.

Considerable pleasure, I might add.

Yes.

Now, it would seem to me that
a, uh, perfectly legitimate

private detective would
have a name and an address.

Oh, yes, uh, Oren Burk,

450 Hanley Avenue, San Francisco,

as of several years ago.

You gonna contact him?

Uh, yes, I am, as a matter of fact.

That was, uh, Hanley?

Uh-huh.

You know,

I admit I'm
conservative about money,

but I... I fully approve
of our hiring you.

Well, thank you.

I'm quite fond of Mike Tampa.

So if there's anything at
all that I can do for you,

Mr. Cannon, please...
Thank you, sir.

Please let me know. I will, indeed.

Thank you. Goodbye.

( ominous theme playing )

( engine stalling )

( action theme playing )

( ominous theme playing )

It's license number Z for zebra,

99958, California.

You're a very lucky man, Mr. Cannon.

See your own physician
as soon as possible

and have him check for
a possible concussion.

Well, don't worry about that, doc.

I'm noted for my
hard head. Thank you.

And remember, no exercise,

no strenuous activity
for at least two weeks.

Uh, I plan on being
careful. Thank you, sir.

Good, thanks. I'll see you, doc.

There you are, Cannon.
That's all DMV has.

Oh.

( menacing theme playing )

Yeah, we just got
that in this morning.

I had to send it right
out to the body shop.

Oh, I charged the guy 80
bucks to cover the damage.

What was the guy's name?
Oh, I got that right here.

Name of Hanley.

Hm, that's funny.

What? Oh, we're supposed to get

a license number, and it isn't
here, not even an address.

Hanley. Wait a minute,
wait a minute. Hanley?

Yeah.

( mysterious theme playing )

CANNON: Hanley Avenue.

Yeah?

Hello, I'm looking for Oren Burk.

Oh, he's not here.

Good night, now.

It's important.

Told you Burk's not here.

I'm not receiving at this moment.

Get your tail out of here.

I, uh...

I think I can wait.

WOMAN: You're
trespassing, you know that.

Well, you're at liberty
to call the police.

( ominous theme playing )

( grunts )

( woman yells ) ( grunts )

Now, all I wanna do is
see Oren Burk's files.

With your permission, of course.

Thank you, dear.

Who are you?

A friend.

Yeah, but whose friend?

That's a very difficult question.

( knock on door )

Come in.

Mm. Just the man I wanted to see.

Cannon, the gourmet eye. Come here.

I've got something for you to try.

Unless, of course, you're prejudiced

about wine before lunch.

Depends on the wine.

Drink up.

Rich. Try it.

Ah.

It's magnificent wine. Yours?

Mm-mm. My father's
for his own table.

Your father must
have been a great man.

He was.

But I've done better.

This was put down 26 years ago.

You wait until my '59
gets that much age.

Pop put down three cases of this

when Johnny was born.

Pop died two years ago, but this...

This wine is something I'll have,

something Johnny will have,

and we'll do this for years

and generations.

You pour a lot into a person
when he's all you've got.

I should have had
a dozen kids, but...

I have something for you, Mike.

Yeah?

Found out who's trying to kill me?

I found out something about Johnny.

What?

You paid Oren Burk
for a report on Johnny.

What he gave you
was a lot of garbage.

This is the real report about a
man by the name of Ralph Stacey.

Who?

Ralph Stacey.

That's Johnny's real name.

He's a phony, Mike.

He conned you into accepting
him as your long-lost son.

It was a fraud from the
moment he walked in here.

Huh.

Arthur kept pushing on
this Burk's investigation.

Huh.

Probably the first time in history

that Arthur Pearson got cheated.

Ah.

But I didn't get cheated.

No, I knew he wasn't Johnny.

What?

Arthur, he goes by facts.

I go by my feelings.

ngs. Arthur, he goes by facts.

He was the right age,

looked like what my boy
should have looked like,

knew a lot.

Family details, pieces of memory.

Ralph Stacey and Johnny
Tampa knew each other

for a couple of years when
they bummed around the country,

until, uh, Johnny died.

Three years ago. Pneumonia.

Dead.

I knew it, I guess.

Knew it all along.

( sniffs )

I may be sentimental,
but I'm not stupid.

If Johnny had wanted to come home,

he would've been here years ago,

just to look at me,

to take a punch at me, anything.

I told you my marriage busted up.

Well, more like blew up.

None of your civilized divorces.

We cut each other up pretty good.

She walked away from me hating me.

Johnny must have been
fed a lot of that hate.

I...

I guess he died hating me.

It doesn't bear thinking about.

So this boy shows up,

says he's Johnny Tampa.

So he's a liar.

And I'm the man who...

pushed away his own son.

I figure we're
neither of us perfect.

He wanted money.

You wanted a son.

Not a bad deal.

You seem to have feelings, Cannon.

I should have thought
a man in your business

couldn't afford that.

Well, it does get me
into trouble now and then.

Yeah, but you don't have
to go feeling sorry for me,

because, you see, I worked
it out a long time ago.

It's all right, because he likes me,

this Ralph,

whatever his name is.

Two years of cheating
worked into something real,

'cause we like each other.

Aw, hell, we love each other.

Mike...

Uh, look, I know it's stupid.

Somebody wants me dead, and
here is the perfect candidate,

my phony son.

But it's not him.

He wouldn't harm me.

He... He's hooked
on me, Johnny Tampa.

Mike, he's got to be involved.

No!

I want you to stay away from him.

Do you hear me?

I'm not accusing
him of murder, Mike,

but I'm not gonna
stop the investigation.

Somebody's trying to murder me now.

I'm gonna find out who.

( ominous theme playing )

Mr. Cannon. Can I help you?

Yes, I wanna see Johnny Tampa.

Ah, do you?

Well, he left. Left?

Yes, left.

Suddenly, without any
sort of explanation.

He just marched out of here.

He left a lot of business
hanging unfinished in midair,

and now I have to go
down to San Francisco

and straighten out everything
he was supposed to do.

Honestly.

Did you see him before he left?

Oh, yes, yes, I saw him.

He needed money, a
not unusual condition.

How much?

He asked for all the
cash I had on hand,

over $3.000.

And you gave it to him?

The boss' son?

( ominous theme playing )

Okay, she's cut.

Careful. Don't worry.

Sure Johnny's prints are on there?

I'm sure. It's Johnny's hacksaw.

Guaranteed to do the job.

Also guaranteed to get him
indicted for murder one.

If we need it.

Yep. ( ominous theme swells )

( majestic theme playing )

What difference does it make?

Johnny's gone. What
does it matter how?

I'm curious. He
didn't drive his car.

There's no plane,
no bus till tomorrow.

You did say that when
he came back into town

he rode in on a freight train, huh?

What rhyme or reason does
it make that he'd leave

the same way with
$3.000 in his pocket?

I didn't say it was
reasonable, just possible.

I'll look for him over here.

You check down that way, huh?

That is, if you're interested.

( mysterious theme playing )

Johnny.

He was right, Cannon,
that we'd find you here.

Well, it seems to make
sense, I'd go the way I came.

I brought nothing in,
I'm taking nothing out.

It makes no sense
at all. Johnny, why?

Listen, Meg, when you talk to
Mike, not now, but later on,

tell him that I was trying
to do the best thing for him.

Oh, Mr. Cannon.

You found me. Congratulations.

Johnny. It's all right.

It's all right.

Hello, Stacey.

Uh...

The facts of life, I guess.

I'm not Johnny Tampa. My
real name's Ralph Stacey.

Th... The accidents?

No, Meg.

Whatever I planned on
when I first got here,

well, it all changed.

I wouldn't do anything to
hurt Mike. -Then who would?

( sighs )

A man named Oren Burk,
a private detective.

He found out about me,
worked out a little plan.

Kill Mike, I inherit
everything, and then we split it.

And you went along with that?

Maybe, in the beginning

when Burk first nailed me,

I would have done anything.

But not later, not once I knew Mike.

I told him he'd have to
stop, he'd have to give it up.

He didn't listen very good, did he?

That's why I'm stopping
him now, you understand?

That's why you're leaving.

That's right.

With me gone, Burk can't
gain anything by killing Mike.

Well, if I were Oren
Burk, I'd kill Mike first,

then I'd lean on you.

You'd have to play ball that way

or answer an awful lot of
tough questions for the police.

He can't lean on me
if he can't find me.

Oh, he can find you all
right, he's a professional.

He can pull you back
like you were on a leash.

You wanna know how to help Mike?

Turn yourself in.

Make a formal
accusation against Burk.

I'm not going to jail.

It's not your choice
any longer, is it?

( train approaching )

Let him go.

( action theme playing )

Thanks.

I'm sorry.

That means you love him.

That excuses everything, I guess.

Look, Mike shouldn't be left alone.

I'm gonna go get him.
You take a cab into town,

tell Chief Jacoby we're
on our way, all right?

( door closes )

Mike.

What is it? What happened?

Oh, nothing yet.

( silence over phone )

( ominous theme playing )

All right, Mike, come on, let's go.

Come on. Come on.

( ominous theme continues )

Wait a minute.

The car's gone. Come on.

Where is everybody? Come on, Mike.

ARTHUR: Mr. Cannon.

I'm glad to see you.

There's... There's something wrong.

It just wouldn't work, Mr. Pearson,

riding the rails with
$3.000 in your pocket.

Somebody had to be a liar.

Cannon.

Throw it down, Cannon.

Throw it down fast.

W...? Arthur, what's going on?

Mr. Tampa, meet the
real Mr. Pearson,

the man who's been
trying to kill you.

But what are you gonna do about me?

There's always room
for one more, Cannon,

as big as you are.

Let's go.

( dramatic theme playing )

( ominous theme playing )

Okay, hold it.

Here we are, gentlemen.

Leaking gas line,

accidental ignition

and a very tragic explosion.

Arthur, why?

Because you're a stubborn man, Mike.

You turned down over $2 million
from those land developers.

I'm going to take over and sell out.

That is, uh, with the help

of, uh, Johnny here.

Your son and heir,

supposed to be.

Anyone ever tell any of you he's
not what he's supposed to be?

Johnny.

I'm not Johnny.

There we go.

( speaking indistinctly )

Now, Johnny.

Seems we have a
leaking gas line here.

Mike went looking for it.

That's very dangerous,
do you understand?

Now, in all probability,
the break was caused

by one of the many
slight earthquakes

that we experience in
this area so frequently.

Mike... Unless you
give us any trouble.

In that case, it'll
turn out the break

was caused by a hacksaw,

and police will be
directed to the hacksaw

with your fingerprints on it.

I'm not gonna give you any trouble.

I just came down to
get my inheritance.

Well, then, just for insurance,

you can set the gas off.

( air hissing )

Mike!

( dramatic theme playing )

( suspenseful theme playing )

( coughing )

Come on. Outside.

( Arthur coughing )

( sighs )

( coughs )

Well, he told me that he
was going to San Francisco.

He's almost gonna make it.

What do you mean almost?

San Quentin isn't very far away.

TAMPA: Look, there's one
thing I want you to understand.

I'm not bringing any
charges against Johnny.

I think you'd better face it, Mike.

It was a conspiracy.

The DA's gonna have
to bring charges.

How bad?

Nothing like Pearson and
the others are gonna get.

With your testimony, maybe
a year, two at the most.

( sighs )

You'd think waiting 17
years would've been enough.

( door opens )

Hey,

lawyers, bail, whatever.

I'll take care of them.

Take care of yourself, Mike.

( tender theme playing )

Meg, make sure he
takes care of himself.

Mr. Cannon. Johnny.

( engine starts )

Well, goodbye.

Mike.

Hey, wait a minute.
Got something for you.

Call it a bonus.

Tampa Cabernet

1945.

( chuckles )

Last bottle left in all the world.

It's yours.

Liquid gold.

But, uh,

you save it.

What for?

For the day when Johnny comes back.

Bye.

( upbeat theme playing )

( upbeat theme playing )