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[country music playing]

Hello, sir.

Um...

I've been saving up for a while now, and I think it's time.

I'm here about a guitar.

I know it ain't much,

but what do you think I can get with what I got?

Well, I'm sure we can find you something.

You know, a boy picking his first guitar is a sacred moment.

In fact, some say the instrument chooses you.

[chuckling]

- I'll take that one. - Oh...

You don't want that guitar.

What happened to the instrument choosing me, sir?

I was just, uh, building a moment.

Besides, you can't afford it.

Well, I'll get money. I'll come back.

Look, I've got to tell you the truth.

Before that guitar found its way here,

it belonged to a one Robert Johnson.

- The Robert Johnson? - Uh-huh.

Legend said he sold his soul to the devil to play as good as he did.

Legend also says that guitar is cursed because of it.

I ain't afraid of no guitar, sir.

You've got to let me try it at least.

[sighs]

[electricity buzzing]

Must be messing with the power lines outside.

[exhales]

With a sound like that, how could it be cursed?

You know what? The guitar's yours.

You just take it away from here.

Thank you, sir. Much, much obliged.

An instrument as good as this,

I promise, one day, you'll be hearing my name on that radio.

[chuckles]

Hey.

What is your name, son?

Presley, sir, Elvis Presley.

[country music continues playing]

Which brings us to the kitchen. [Sighs]

We divvy up cleaning duties by Ray's chore wheel,

which uses a complex system I pretend to not understand,

till he eventually does my chores for me.

"Wipe down the food fabricator."

Bet you thought time travel would be

seeing Woodstock, saving Shakespeare,

and having ethical debates while standing over baby Hitler.

Trust me, it takes time to get used to life...

Cool. So what's next?

It's gonna take time for me to get used to life with a speedster.

This is my room. [Sighs]

Guess you and me are bunkmates,

while we help move you into Stein's quarters.

You just moved yourself in, didn't you?

I figured, why bother anyone else?

Yeah, I was gonna invite you to be my player two,

but you're officially not my problem anymore.

Wait, who beat all my high scores?

Oh, you see the thing with Ms. Pac-Man

is you've got to just ignore the fruit.

All the points come from taking out the ghosts.

Yeah, I know that, but nobody could beat these scores without...

Without lightning-fast fingers.

You better not have messed with Guitar Hero.

What's Trombone Hero?

Hold on, Axl. Sandwich is coming. Just got to find the damn mayo.

[objects clattering]

Come on, Mick.

What did I say about having him in the kitchen?

- Not to. - Yes.

Would you toss me the walnuts, please?

Thank you.

[effort grunts] I'm gonna need some brain food

if I'm gonna fix the Fire Totem.

You know, Nora thought using cold fusion to reboot it

- was a crazy idea, but... - Don't care.

Where's the mayo?

The new kid.

The new kid.

Uh, I saw him speed-moving in to Marty's old quarters.

Too much change on this damn ship.

That's what I love about old Axl.

Doesn't change.

"Josh Groban"?

Who the hell is Josh Groban?

And who the hell changed the name of my rat?

All right, kids, it's anachronism o'clock.

- What you got? - How about this one?

It's a category two during the Belle Époque in Paris.

Sounds romantic.

Hmm, or this category three,

which is the launch of the Spirit of St. Louis.

I always wanted to join the Mile High Club. It's when two people...

Hey, really cute that you guys are crazy in love,

but date night is going to have to wait.

If these anachronisms are loosening Mallus' cage,

- we need to double down. - Mm-hmm.

What happened to your hair?

What are you talking about? What?

- What? What is it? - I...

What happened to my trademark volume and sheen?

Who changed my rat's name?

Yo. Who switched my game?

[all] Gideon?

[Gideon] A scan of the timeline reveals a change in Memphis, Tennessee, 1954.

Oh, says here, Memphis became a ghost town

after a mysterious bout of mass hysteria in July 1954.

That's what caused the changes.

Memphis is the birthplace of rock 'n' roll.

If rock never makes it out of Memphis,

then none of these things exist.

[stutters] Your pet rat's namesake.

Electric guitar.

- Your hair gel. - It's not hair gel, Wally.

It's Royal Crown pomade, it's the same product used by...

- Elvis Presley. - She knows what I'm talking about.

No, dodo, look.

"While the population fled in hysterics,

one person was left standing in the aftermath.

A local teen named Elvis Presley."

Don't tell me they messed with the King.

Whatever he saw, drove him crazy.

He was taken to the Boulevard State hospital.

Treated for insanity.

If Memphis is abandoned in '54,

then rock doesn't hit the mainstream,

which means there's no Howlin Rain, no Little Richard.

The Elvis sandwich.

Peanut butter, banana, fried in greasy bacon fat.

The man was a visionary.

But if it didn't show up on the anachronism map, then...

Darhks.

The only people evil enough to wanna kill rock 'n' roll.

Oh, and I bet you, that sick bastard likes ska.

All right. Let's go check this out.

We need to find Elvis before panic sets in.

[Gideon] Elvis Presley's uncle preached to the Church of Zion every Sunday.

The boy never missed a service.

You heard the lady.

What?

Why are you staring at me?

Well, you know, waiting for you to do the thing you do.

What thing?

You know, you usually send us into the field with a little more pizzazz.

All right, Legends. Put on your Sunday best

because we are going to church.

[sighs] After you.

Amen.

[congregation singing]

This is uncomfortable, and I'm not just talking about the dress.

Yeah, I guess these people didn't get the whole "Love thy neighbor" talk.

- Shh! - Shush yourself, lady.

Have you heard your singing voice?

Just keep Mick away from the collection tray

and the communion wafers.

[spitting]

[Mick] It's not bread!

There is a sickness coming over this town.

I see it

in the schoolyard, as I pass in the morning.

And to my horror,

I see it in this very church on Sundays!

It infects the mind.

It drives people crazy.

Maybe the righteous reverend is onto something.

They call it "rock 'n' roll."

I call it the devil's music!

Never mind. He has no idea what he's talking about.

Now, I would like to invite my nephew,

Elvis, to play for us,

and encourage you all to attend our first annual Heavenly Night of Hymns.

Elvis.

Remember what we talked about, son.

Keep it godly.

Yes, ma'am.

[whispers] Can you believe this?

The first show we see together is Elvis live.

[chuckles softly] You're not the only one who's excited.

[indistinct chatter]

[clears throat]

This one's called

"Onward, Christian Soldiers."

[whispers] Okay.

[singing]

So, this is rock 'n' roll?

I mean, it's no Benny Goodman, but...

No, we did not come all this way to listen to Elvis play grandma songs.

That's it, Elvis. Put a little sauce on it.

Yeah, swivel.

[woman gasps]

Satan's got a hold of her!

What the hell's going on?

My Totem is reacting to something.

Be gone, Satan!

Well, I think she's talking to us.

Behold,

what you have seen with your very eyes,

witnessed in this house of God!

That is the act of Satan!

The Elvis sandwich.

I guess Elvis is the King of rock 'n' roll.

One hip shake, and Z loses it.

Yeah, tell me about it, sister.

I didn't lose control because of Elvis' hips.

Yeah, me neither.

My Totem was glowing, and so was Elvis' guitar.

- But that means that Elvis is... - Yep.

Elvis is a Totem bearer.

So, Elvis is the bearer of the long-lost sixth Totem.

Consider me all shook up. [Sighs]

- So, he has to join the team, right? - No.

I mean, we can't defeat Mallus unless we have a full set.

I mean, we could get Gideon

to fabricate him a spangling jumpsuit, and he'll fit right in.

What Totem would choose a guitar-toting choirboy

- as its bearer? - Isn't it obvious?

It's Elvis we're talking about. It's got to be...

A Sandwich Totem.

I was gonna say "Music."

Just imagine what the Music Totem would do for my upper register.

I could finally give local theater a shot.

That is, after we use it to destroy Mallus.

So, we're gonna vanquish a time demon with our killer harmonies.

It's gonna go great.

Every Totem is growing stronger in response to Mallus' threat.

What if the preacher was right,

and Elvis' music literally drives Memphis insane?

Then we have to get it before that happens.

[pants] I got it. Elvis' guitar Totem.

So I'm not the only one who finds that annoying, right?

- So annoying. - Yeah.

Okay, come on. We're good to go, right?

Are we? 'Cause Elvis hasn't recorded his first single yet.

And without that guitar, he may never record,

which means rock 'n' roll history is...

Josh Groban.

What if we have Gideon fabricate a ringer guitar

and drop it off to the future King?

Great idea. I call a mission.

Amaya, come with me. I will teach you what rock 'n' roll's all about.

Till then, everyone, shake, rattle, and roll.

[rock 'n' roll music playing]

Beale Street was the heart of the music scene

in Memphis in the 1950s.

Brothels, churches, juke joints.

All next to each other, all black-owned.

This... This was the spirit of rock 'n' roll.

There he is.

- It was right here. - Hey, kid.

I don't think you wanna keep this lying around.

Something tells me it's special.

- You have no idea. - Yeah.

There's no way I'd ever be able to thank you for this.

Well, if you wanna write a song about me,

there are several words that rhyme with "Nate."

[clears throat]

Just knock them dead.

[exhales]

I can't wait for you to see Elvis live.

It's going to change your life.

You really believe that my life can be changed by one song?

Of course. Music is so much more than just a song.

Music is about identity.

It's hearing a track for the first time,

and you think to yourself, "Wow, this is who I am."

I don't care how long it takes. We're gonna find your music,

whether be it rock 'n' roll or, God forbid, ska.

Debuting tonight, y'all, give it up for Elvis Presley!

I guess it's time to have my life changed.

Yep.

How you folks doing tonight?

Ow!

If it's all right with y'all, I'm gonna play a little song for my mom.

[creaks]

[audience laughing]

[audience talking indistincly]

[clears throat]

- Now, you... - [microphone feedback]

[audience laughing]

Wait. Don't go.

Why? You all wanna make fun of my playing like everybody else?

No, actually, we're...

We're music managers.

And we think you're very talented.

So, what happened up there?

This doggone guitar ain't working how it's supposed to.

Y'all gonna think I'm crazy,

but my guitar, it's more than just a guitar.

Now it ain't working right, I just...

You don't feel like yourself anymore?

Yes, ma'am.

And I'll tell you why. Usually, when I play,

I got my twin brother, Jesse, up there to back me up.

You have a twin brother?

He ain't with us no more.

Passed when he was a baby.

But this guitar of mine, it used to connect me to him.

- Told you, you'd think I'm crazy. - No. Not at all.

I've always believed that objects can connect us to our ancestors.

Yeah, I guess you call it a spirit life.

But on stage...

On stage, just now, for the first time, Jesse wasn't with me.

I mean, he's gone. All of a sudden, I just don't know where he is.

Whoa, that was weird.

- Yeah. - [electrical buzzing]

You feel that?

It's freezing.

[Gideon] I am detecting an EMF reading of six milligauss

that is disturbing the ship's electrical service.

- EM... What? - Electromagnetic field.

It's a scientific term that's been wrapped up

in a bunch of paranormal nonsense.

"Paranormal," as in...

[ghost breathing heavily]

[exhales]

Ghosts.

Whoever you are, just put the guitar down.

Doesn't look like he's taking requests.

Maybe the preacher was right about rock 'n' roll.

You know what never hurt anyone?

A nice show tune.

I got it!

[squeaking]

Okay, Axl, time to break the seal.

[ghost breathing heavily]

- Axl, come back! - What the hell is going on?

[groans]

Guitar hit me in the head.

Oh, that explains nothing.

I got you.

- The guitar, it's haunted! - We know.

Whoa.

[grunts]

But by who?

That's what's so strange about my brother.

I ain't never met Jesse, but somehow,

I've missed him all my life.

Until you bought your first guitar.

Man in the store said it was cursed.

He's only half-right. It's also a blessing, too.

Look, my brother's out there somewhere without me.

I can't imagine he's too happy.

[rock 'n' roll music playing]

Excuse me.

Guys, Elvis' guitar is haunted.

[screaming]

- We know. - We know.

Yeah, and I'm guessing it's gonna do

whatever it takes to get back to Elvis.

Good guess!

- Where is Axl? - About that ghost...

It's Elvis' dead twin, Jesse.

Jesse, stop!

We know your brother.

[grunts]

[stutters] I know this all sounds like hogwash.

Magical guitars, the ghosts of gone family members.

But I can't play without them.

I got a session to record at Sun Studios tomorrow.

I saved up to buy it.

It's your first recording session?

You're gonna keep that appointment.

- And we're gonna get you Jesse back. - You will?

We will?

All right, so, I talked to Constantine about our Totem.

He compared it with his notes, and this

is what he found.

Death Totem, badass.

Yeah, whoever wields it has domain over the dead,

which is why we need to keep this Totem with us and safe at all times.

Elvis needs his Totem back.

You have no idea what we are dealing with.

[Nate] Mmm.

The Death Totem.

The most volatile of all of the Totems.

Lost for eons, along with the sixth tribe of Zambesi.

Maybe they suffered the same fate that's about to befall Memphis.

- You don't understand. - No.

You don't understand. We are talking about a Death Totem,

It could turn this whole place into a ghost town.

Elvis has a session at Sun Studios.

That's where he cuts his first demo. That's how he gets discovered, okay?

We do not have the time for Elvis to get his groove back.

- Jesse has to be there. - Nathaniel.

I understand how important this is to you,

but we can't give Elvis a Totem just to save his music.

It's not about the music, okay?

Rock has inspired many historic milestones,

protests, revolutions.

Me losing my virginity.

Elvis doesn't need the Totem forever.

Just one song that changes the world.

Please.

[sighs]

Fine.

You take it to him. You let him record with it,

and you stay with it at all times.

At all times!

At all times!

All right, son. Are you ready to lay this down on wax, or what?

I've been waiting all my life, sir.

[buzzing]

[rock 'n' roll music playing]

[singing a rock 'n' roll song]

Now, that's rock 'n' roll.

What do you think?

It's okay.

I just don't see how it's worth risking

the most volatile of Totems for.

[clears throat] Wow. I thought that was gonna be our music moment.

"Our music moment"?

One of those times where the right song comes on,

and ties everything together so perfectly, that it becomes...

It becomes a story.

We already have plenty of stories.

We saved the world together.

We saw dinosaurs.

There was that time that I discovered Netflix,

and we watched every episode of Friends in one week.

All stunning accomplishments, yes.

But the music moment is different.

You'll see.

How was that?

Whoo, boy! Now, that's a record.

We've got to get this straight down to WHBQ.

You're gonna be on the radio!

- Whoo, boy! - Yeah.

Uncle Lucius. What are you doing here?

Well, well, well.

You missed choir practice.

Then, I hear, 'cause you're down at Sun Studios.

Well, no kin of mine

is gonna record the devil's music.

Not after what we saw in church.

[stutters] I got talent. My manager says so.

You got my nephew into this?

Yeah.

- Hey, that ain't yours to take! - Give me that.

I knew you'd put up a fight!

Sheriff!

Get him out of here.

Let's see if a night in the jailhouse

rocks some sense into you.

That record's got to make it on the radio tonight.

- Get him out of here, too. - You're making a huge mistake.

Get behind me, Satan.

White Stripes. Great album. At least, it was.

Your mama's been too easy on you, boy.

Look at the sort you got mixed up with.

These are the types that go on down to Beale Street

and dance the hoochie koo like heathens.

You keep on preaching hate.

I'm only trying to bring folks together.

As the Lord destroyed the wicked,

I must do the same with this record.

I'll make an example of you at the Heavenly Nights of Hymns.

That ought to teach them young folks a lesson.

Reverend, you don't know what you're messing with.

- The music your nephew made... - Has turned Memphis

into Sodom and Gomorrah.

I will not allow it to be the ruination

of that boy's soul, too.

Don't worry. We'll get you out of here.

All I ever wanted to do was make my mama proud.

Now, she ain't never gonna hear my song on the radio.

- [clears throat] - At least I still got you, Jesse.

Guys, we have a bit of a setback.

- We're listening. What's up? - [Nate] Long story, funny ending.

Amaya, Elvis, and I were thrown in the slammer.

So, just steel up and break out.

Yeah, I know I can, but I'm afraid my work here isn't done.

What do you need?

[Nate] I need you to go back to the church,

get the record from the reverend,

and bring it to WHBQ, and make sure it debuts tonight.

On it.

Despite everything you've seen,

I really think my powers could come in handy right now

because I could just go grab that record, and then...

Okay, if this were a Central City bank robbery,

sure, you could just speed in, save the day,

the Mayor would give you a key to the city.

That actually happened. Barry and I, we saw...

History is different.

You can't be a chainsaw. You need to be a scalpel.

You-You need to get in there, talk to people,

find out what they really need.

Now, let's go talk to the preacher like human beings.

[sighs]

Okay, Axl, I know how to draw you out.

With a nice little snack.

[chuckles]

[chokes]

Mick? Mick, don't panic. You just forgot to chew again.

Axl.

Is this one of your stupid science experiments?

- Looks like Josh Groban... - "Axl"!

Had something even more lethal than your Elvis sandwich.

I'm sorry, buddy.

Look, uh, the life expectancy of a rat

is one and half to two and a half years, so, you know,

the little guy really beat the odds.

And you know what?

We can pick you up another one in the next time period we stop in.

Because what's one more change on this ship?

[singing]

Getting warmer.

There's got to be a song in here somewhere, Jesse.

Okay, songwriting time-out. [clears throat]

Listen, um...

There's no easy way to say this,

but when we get out of here,

you're gonna have to give us that guitar.

It has power, and it can be dangerous.

No. [Stutters] I mean, I can't play without Jesse.

I mean, before he came along, sure, there were songs,

but there wasn't ever any music.

Look, even after he's gone, you're gonna have the music.

I mean, that's why you play, right?

The real reason music matters

is because it keeps things alive long after they're gone.

Any idea why Ray needs us?

No clue.

Whatever this is, I don't like it.

Wait. What is that?

We are gathered here

in remembrance of our dear friend, Axl.

Right. I'm out of here.

- I'm with him. - Wait, you need this.

We... We all need this.

Fine, but when I mourn, I drink.

Fair enough.

[glass clinks]

Charles Dickens once wrote,

"Life is made of ever so many partings

welded together."

Axl is once such parting.

And while we may lose some, they're never really gone,

and they certainly can't be replaced.

They'll live on in the memories we shared with them,

and the lessons they taught us.

And it is because of that

that we can embrace the change.

I still remember the first time I met Axl.

It was in the vents.

I was tiny Atom. He was a big rat.

And he tried to eat me.

[chuckles] I knew we'd laugh about it one day together.

Sara, I believe it's customary for the Captain

to share a few words.

- Oh, no. You're doing a great job. - Thank you.

Well, then please join me in a chorus of "Sweet Child O' Mine."

[clears throat]

Mmm-hmm.

All right, I'll say something.

Mmm.

Axl was a friend.

Our friend.

Some might say he was the best of us.

Can we have a word?

And not the good word. We just wanna talk.

What could you possibly wanna talk about?

We need to talk about your nephew and his record.

You can't destroy it.

People need to hear it. That includes you.

How do you all know what I need to hear?

I... I might actually know what you are going through.

You see, my dad, he came into my life pretty late.

We couldn't always figure each other out.

We didn't always know how to fit into each other's lives

until I knew that I just had to go

and set out on my own.

Truly sorry to hear that, son.

I think you might be afraid that you're losing your nephew.

But if you both could just try to understand each other,

you might actually find something new between you two.

You might even find something really special.

Now, I know someone that would love to play that record

if you're ready to give it a chance.

And a lot of young souls would be moved

by your nephew's voice.

[scoffs]

Mysterious ways indeed.

Okay, so, we walked real far,

and it took a long time, and then we got thrown around...

History is at stake. You better run fast.

[sighs]

[man on radio] Daddy-O Dewey here with a new record

literally burning my fingers

by a young local boy by the name of Elvis Presley.

Remember where you heard it first.

["I'm Gone, Mama" playing]

How on Earth?

- [sighs] - [laughs]

My nephew is on the radio.

My nephew is on the radio!

Well, I'll be!

The kid kept his promise.

[laughing]

[singing continues]

[Gideon] It would seem that Ms. Tomaz and Mr. West have succeeded.

- [singing continues] - [grunts] To Axl.

To Axl.

Been ages since I've seen so much life in this place.

Maybe you ain't so ungodly as I thought.

You know, you and I might have different names for God,

but I'm guessing we have a lot in common, too.

[chuckles softly]

- What took you so long? - Seriously?

Hey, uh, what does dancing look like in the future?

Oh, uh, pretty much the same.

Mmm.

Oh, no.

["I'm Gone, Mama" continues playing]

Great. Well, we'd love to stick around for hymn night,

but we have to head back to...

[ghost groaning]

On second thought, how about those hymns?

That music, it's summoned the dead!

This time, he actually might be right.

Don't tell me you're converting.

No, Elvis recorded that song with the Death Totem.

It must have given his music the power to literally raise spirits.

You're kidding.

This must've been what drives everyone out of Memphis.

[gasps]

[grunts]

[pants]

Right, ghosts can go through anything.

It's kind of their thing.

[people screaming]

Okay, Mick, time to send him off.

[squeaking]

Axl lives.

[sighs] You just had to throw a rodent funeral, didn't you?

[growling]

Wh... Where's it going?

Remember, the real points come from taking out the ghosts.

Let's make Ms. Pac-Man proud.

How's that for a high score?

Impressive, but I think it's gonna be game over soon.

At least you got to hear yourself on the radio.

Don't go quoting this to my uncle now, but I sound pretty damn good, don't I?

[growling]

[man screaming]

Hey, what's going on out there?

The whole town's being overrun by ghosts!

- Well, let us out! - Let me in!

[ghost growling]

- The Death Totem. - Death Totem.

Well, I'll be!

It worked.

You can command spirits.

Well, if you can raise them, maybe you can also lead them away.

Lead them where?

How about back where they came from?

The cemetery outside your uncle's church.

You were right.

His music really does have power.

Could have stood being wrong on this one.

Well, we need to get past them somehow.

Don't be scared.

They don't want nothing but to be acknowledged.

[clears throat]

I mean, is there anything this guy can't do?

I knew I should have smashed that record when I had the chance.

Now, your song has gone and let the devil into my church.

This ain't the devil's doing.

You were right. Music has a power.

Brings life to the lifeless, soothes the souls of the restless,

but it ain't just rock 'n' roll, either.

And I would like to prove it.

Put an end to all this while I'm at it?

Now, get on up there, boy.

Now, I know y'all can hear me.

[growling]

Come on in.

All are welcome here.

[singing a hymn]

Should we take 'em out?

No, it's okay.

I think I understand what they need.

I actually know this one.

Care to dance?

[squeaking]

Axl.

I'm sorry, your corpse is starting to stink.

I... I didn't think you'd mind.

I, uh, saved you a sammie.

Axl, what's... What's wrong?

[singing continues]

I think it's time, brother.

I've got a feeling this goodbye ain't gonna be forever.

Thank you, Jesse.

Thank you very much.

[women continue singing]

[continues singing]

I think we just found our moment.

Better make yourself comfortable.

Something tells me you'll be spending a lot more time in here,

especially after that show you just put on.

Yeah, something came over me, I guess.

I was up there, looking at those ghosts.

I realized, one day, this is all gonna be over for all of us.

Might as well get the most out of life that we can.

You know what?

I think you just discovered the spirit of rock 'n' roll.

[chuckles softly]

And I think that this

is probably gonna be safer with you.

It was fun and all,

but I don't soon want to be raising the dead again.

Promise me you'll keep playing even without your brother.

Oh, Jesse ain't really gone.

Things he taught me, the love that we had,

is gonna live on with my music.

Can I ask you a question?

You ain't really a music manager, are you?

- Busted. - [chuckles]

Well, something tells me you're gonna be just fine,

even without this.

Thanks to you.

I think I'm just about ready.

Go get them.

All right, gentlemen, how y'all doing?

I say we start it off with some little bit fast tempo.

Okay, fellas, get your fingers going.

You ready, Captain?

- Hello, gorgeous. - Mmm-hmm.

- Look at that volume. - Don't touch it.

- I think you... - I'm serious. Don't touch it.

Well, well, well, look who got his swagger back.

Just because I saved rock 'n' roll

and reinstated the King to his proper throne...

Doesn't give you an excuse to hog our one bathroom.

- Some of us needs to get... - Celebrate the fact that

we beat the Darhks to the Death Totem.

Although I don't imagine our acquisition

will stay off the radar for long.

Well, think of it like this.

We're four Totems up in the fourth quarter.

Time's running out for those idiots.

Yep, even though they still have mine.

There will be time to send them back to whatever hell they came from

once we get your Totem back.

And in the meantime, we need to make sure

we keep that Death Totem on lock.

Box.

Lockboxes.

I... I got it covered.

[stutters] I made encrypted lockboxes for each one of the Totems.

Well, good.

The Death Totem's powers are not to be taken lightly.

[Gideon] Perhaps you need some assistance, Ms. Jiwe.

Just give me a moment, Gideon, please.

I've sabotaged access tanks.

I am sure I can figure out a stupid playlist.

Hey. Gideon said you wanna see me?

I wanted to say thank you.

Oh, you know...

Check you out.

You got a playlist going.

As soon as I'm done uploading all The Smiths' music,

we'll do a deep dive into the Morrissey solo stuff...

Actually, I thought it was time for me to teach you

about my music.

Okay.

Like some big band stuff?

I think I'm at a point where I can appreciate a trumpet solo.

No, this is the music of Zambesi.

Gideon helped me locate some supposedly lost tracks.

You like it?

Oh... [stutters]

I love it!

So good.

Now you know how I feel about rock 'n' roll.

What's that?

I said you're almost at the good part. [chuckles]

You mean this isn't the good part?

I love you, Nathaniel.

What?

I said, there's a lot more where that came from.

It's a good thing we got time.

[ghost growling]

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