Previously on CSI: New York...
(thudding, glass breaking)
Get the door! Get the door!
Help me get her in the car.
(rhythmic beeping, gunshots)
Hang in there, Jess. Stay with me.
She's gone.
BONASERA: Everybody raise their glass.
Jessica Angell
was one of those rare people.
The kind who reaffirm our faith in humanity.
(gunfire)
(gunfire continues)
(tires squealing)
(heart beating)
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♪ Out here in the fields ♪
♪ I fight for my meals ♪
♪ I get my back into my living ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Last time that I saw you, it was dark ♪
♪ And I remember, 'cause I think you're pretty ♪
♪ You shine brighter, baby, in my heart ♪
♪ Than all the bright lights in this New York City ♪
♪ Than all the bright lights in New York ♪
♪ And I see it all, I see it all ♪
♪ I see this poster on your wall ♪
♪ And I see it all ♪
♪ Ooh... ♪
(ticking)
(phone ringing)
Yeah.
It's all right. I'm at the office.
And you believe her?
I'll pick you up.
You sure this is the place?
This is where she said.
(knocking on glass)
I assumed you'd be alone,
but guess I should've realized.
Yeah, yeah, it's a little tough for me to get around right now.
You said you had something to tell me?
You plan on using that?
Not if I don't have to.
What's your name?
Before I say anything,
you have to promise
that you're gonna do what you can for my brother.
No. We didn't come here to negotiate.
Was it your brother that fired
that gun?
Your brother put me in this wheelchair?
I need to know that I can trust you.
You called me.
You said you had something
that could possibly lead us to a suspect.
Was he in the car that night?
Why don't we start
with who you are and how you're involved in all this?
I think the three of them are planning something else.
Only Jake doesn't know
what he's doing and what he's done.
Look, I don't want my brother to die or go to jail.
He's just a scared kid caught up
in the middle of something bigger than...
This is bigger than just your brother, okay? Look at me.
You want to see this happen
to someone else? Look at me!
TAYLOR: We need to know
everything you know.
I want names.
I shouldn't be here.
This was a bad idea.
No, no. Wait.
Wait, please.
I'm sorry about what happened to you.
Wait, please.
I'm sorry about what happened to you.
(elevator bell dings)
I tried to stop them. I did. I swear to you I did.
(screams)
Danny?!
I'm okay, Mac. Go! Go!
(gasping)
(alarm ringing)
Just hold on.
Hold on. We're gonna get you
some help.
Just hold on.
Come on, just hang on!
(alarm ringing)
(camera shutter snaps)
(camera shutter snapping)
Are you smiling?
BONASERA: She reminds me of Angell.
Yeah.
A little bit.
We know who she is?
No. Mac and Danny didn't get a name.
No I.D. on the body.
COD is exsanguination.
Fatal gunshot was here to the carotid artery.
Second shot pierced her deltoid here.
What?
It amazes me how just on instinct
you know which shot was first.
Well, this is her bloody handprint, and it appears
that she grabbed her shoulder in pain.
Mm. And in order to transfer the blood,
she had to already be bleeding.
Exactly. Now, I'm brilliant,
but sometimes I get a little help.
Well, let's hope we get a lot of help.
If the bullets we extract
from these wounds are a match
to the ones we recovered from the bar,
it'll be our first lead in a month
that can point us to our shooter.
(yawns): Yeah.
Looks like somebody needs some sleep.
You still volunteering with the Manhattan Parks Medical Unit?
Only on the weekends.
It beats wrestling
with insomnia.
You know?
Yeah.
He okay?
Yeah.
He's fine.
What the hell were Mac and Danny doing here?
MESSER: So, the Tips Hotline
transferred the call directly to my cell.
It was our Jane Doe.
She specifically wanted to talk to me,
in that she had information
regarding the shooting at the bar.
Gave me an address and a time to meet, so I called Mac.
The shooting at the bar was a month ago.
Why wait so long?
I don't know.
I mean, maybe she didn't know
who the shooter was till last night.
But why not tell you what she knew over the phone?
I don't know. On the phone, she was scared,
she was confused, she was getting indecisive.
I mean, she almost hung up.
I kept her on the phone,
and she said she wanted to meet me.
And it had to be last night.
And I'm thinking, you know, I want to see her.
I want her to see me.
Look, did our Jane Doe give you anything that we can run with?
Yeah.
She said we're looking for a Jake.
I'm working this one, Stella.
I'm officially on duty here.
Thought you were on a leave of absence.
I was, but I heard Mr. Messer was out here acting a superhero,
and I can't let him show me up.
Don, you've been through a lot.
and I can't let him show me up.
Don, you've been through a lot.
You shouldn't be here.
Mac, I'm fine.
What? I'm sitting at home.
All I'm doing is, I'm thinking about Jess,
I'm thinking about the shooting, and I'm think...
It's better for me if I'm on duty.
TAYLOR: What have you got?
We got a missing security guard.
Albert Pelton, 28 years old.
Worked the night shift.
Hired just two days ago.
And this here is
playback of the surveillance video.
There's where you and Danny entered the building,
flashed your badges, gained easy access.
Da-da-da...
Still no evidence of our Jane Doe entering the building.
What about the shooter?
Uh... Hey, can we get a
playback up on this one again?
Thanks.
Shooter came right in the front door.
Albert pursues.
Perp knocks him down and heads for the elevator.
That's the last visual we have on either of them.
Means the shooter left the building through another door.
Right. And security is rounding up
all the surveillance footage and sending it to the lab,
but I don't know which cameras were working,
and some areas don't have cameras at all.
It's a fairly new space.
Tell them to start with the elevator.
Uh, no camera in the elevator.
(rapid gunfire)
(tires squealing)
(women whimpering)
(heavy breathing)
Linds?
Danny?
I can't-- I can't get up.
What?
(gasps)
(groans) I can't feel my legs.
Lindsay, I can't feel my legs.
No, it's okay.
It's okay.
My legs won't move.
It's okay.
My legs won't move.
(panting): Okay.
Okay.
Lindsay, they won't move. They won't move.
(panting)
Mac!
They won't move.
What are you thinking about?
I'm thinking that--
you know what this wheelchair needs?
Sidecar for Lucy.
Sounds like you need
to pimp your ride, yo.
Some spinners,
a sound system, hydraulics.
(mimicking hydraulics whirring)
Adam.
Whoo-whoo!
Process the scene.
Relax, chiquita.
Now don't get too comfortable in that chair.
Well, it's been a month, and I haven't felt a thing.
Nothing, no movement, no tingling.
Nothing.
Danny, you gotta be patient.
Nothing.
Danny, you gotta be patient.
We gotta start thinking that this might be the way it is,
is what we gotta do.
Doctor said there's no permanent damage to your spine.
Inflammation from the gunshot wound
is causing temporary paralysis.
Yeah, but
is causing temporary paralysis.
Yeah, but
how do you forget the words like "more than likely,
best case scenario, 60% chance of recovery"?
How do you do that?
Well, for one, I'm an optimist.
For another if you don't recover,
I'm going to kick your butt.
Oh, so you're getting tough with me now?
Is that what you're doing? You-you threatening me?
Yeah.
Yeah, I am.
Yeah, well, you know what?
You didn't even use profanity, okay.
You're too cute to threaten.
Don't make fun of me.
What's that, Montana?
You call that a push?
♪ ♪
♪ I don't care what you said so long ago ♪
♪ The double insane lie ♪
(tapping glass)
♪ It don't move, will the soul save anyone? ♪
♪ I sure can say it right ♪
♪ Suicide ♪
♪ You never look at what you see around here ♪
♪ You only look at what you see around me ♪
♪ You never look at what you see around here ♪
There's still something there.
♪ You only look at what you see around me ♪
♪ Suicide ♪
♪ Suicide... ♪
You used to file unsolved cases
in a single folder on the corner of your desk.
Yeah, well,
none of those cases put someone I know in a wheelchair.
Or threatened the lives of people I cared about.
None of those cases was personal.
Mac, what happened last night?
You and Danny, no backup, no heads up.
Not to mention,
it was dangerous.
I've been studying these walls for the past three weeks
trying to answer one question.
Who had a reason to want one of us or all of us dead?
Despite all this evidence,
crime reports,
possible suspects,
witness accounts,
I'm no closer to the identity of the shooter
than the night it happened.
Three people were seriously wounded.
The bartender died.
Danny's in that chair.
So, when he called...
You had to do something.
Damn right.
What did Shakespeare say?
"Tempt not a desperate man."
Going to that building seemed like my only option.
You keep using words like "my,"
"me," "I."
You are not in this alone, Mac.
(phone ringing)
Taylor.
What?
It's happened again.
(screaming)
(tires squealing)
(sirens blaring)
(helicopter whirring)
(bystanders clamoring)
Same caliber and brand
as the one we collected from the office building.
We never recovered any casings at the bar scene.
They were ejected from the gun into the backseat.
So we're gonna need to find
a bullet in order to prove it was the same gun used
at all three scenes.
There were about 20 people on line.
Thankfully, no one was hurt.
A couple people were grazed,
and a few people suffered minor injuries
trying to get out of the way.
And all who saw the car gave the same description.
Gray sedan, tinted windows.
No plates.
BONASERA: Oh, this sounds like the same
vehicle I saw the night that we were in the bar.
That's what our Jane Doe was trying to tell us.
But I think the three of them are planning something else.
She knew something was gonna happen. That's why
she had to meet Danny last night.
Oh, this is crazy.
(bystanders clamoring)
These son of bitches are fearless.
(overlapping shouting)
Do you have any leads in the case?
Detective, was anybody hurt in last night's shooting?
Excuse me, will you be making a statement?
Is this connected
to the shooting in Astoria two weeks ago?
No comment.
Did you see the signs in Times Square, Detective?
"Do we have your attention?"
"Pay us and we'll stop."
These messages showed up in Times Square
within an hour of the shooting.
They're clearly suggesting a ransom should be paid.
These guys are cocky.
TAYLOR: They're not as confident
as they appear to be.
MESSER: I don't know.
Times Square billboard? That's pretty bold.
Or the ultimate form of panic.
They know we're on to them.
They have no idea
what Jane Doe told us before they killed her.
They're accelerating their plan.
They have to get theirs before we get them.
BONASERA: Which means
they're going to make mistakes.
Hey, I followed up
on the question you got from that reporter.
There was a shooting two weeks ago
in Astoria, Queens.
Restaurant sign and awning were damaged.
Why didn't we know about this?
The place was closed.
Nobody was there. The only call came from the owner
the next day regarding vandalism.
Now, they did find a bullet fragment, but it was
too small to get a match in IBIS.
BONASERA: So it won't give us
a match on any of the bullets we recovered
from the bar, the office building or last night's club.
ROSS: I don't get it.
Why shoot the place up if no one's in there?
Well, there was a party scheduled
for that night, but they cancelled it
at the last minute.
They couldn't have known that.
Even if they had, I don't think they cared.
These guys aren't looking to kill, they're looking
to scare.
MESSER: Yeah, well, then why don't they use something
to scare.
MESSER: Yeah, well, then why don't they use something
other than guns?
No, think about it.
All that gunfire, there's been one fatality.
And at both the scene last night and the restaurant,
most of the damage was to the awning
and the top of the building.
Their weapon of choice?
Style SPP auto machine pistol--
small weapon, high recoil,
certainly not known for accuracy.
So these thugs are in the business of fear.
They want the entire city to be at their mercy.
Yeah, but that's power: people too scared to go out.
Clubs, bars, restaurants start losing patrons.
Ultimately, it's a financial crisis for the city.
That's messed up.
Let's go over everything we know and don't know so far.
BONASERA: Well, we clearly know that this is
not about targeting cops.
Not one of the patrons at last night's club
had any affiliation with law enforcement.
MONROE: So the night they attacked us,
they just happened to pick a bar filled with cops?
ROSS: Now, the message
on the Times Square LCD was paid for
with a stolen credit card and made by phone.
A disposable phone.
Jane Doe also used a disposable phone
to call the Tips Hotline.
So no paper trail in either case.
BONASERA: We're waiting for additional surveillance
footage from the office building and the guard is still missing.
TAYLOR: Adam, anything
from the office building elevator?
Uh, no, nothing.
Fire him, Mac. This kid's slacking off.
(laughter)
BONASERA: Oh, and Ballistics confirmed that it was the same gun
used at the bar, the office building
and last night's club.
MONROE: And possibly, the restaurant.
That leaves us with what we started with: our Jane Doe.
And her brother, Jake.
We need a last name.
Adam?
Hmm?
You know the young woman standing out in the hallway?
No.
Well, you're about to meet her.
She claims there was un-recovered evidence
in the elevator at the scene.
What?
There's an undocumented
print on the ceiling of the elevator.
More specifically, a bloody print.
How do you know that?
I'm a crime scene cleanup technician.
So I checked the number identifiers
for everything collected and photographed at the scene,
and this print is not among them.
What'd you say your name was again?
Haylen Becall.
Well, Haylen, uh, that's impossible,
so thanks for stopping by.
Adam.
so thanks for stopping by.
Adam.
I did my job, Mac.
BONASERA: Haylen is not accusing you
of not doing your job, Adam.
Actually...
if you hadn't done your job, I never would've noticed.
I believe you sprayed the leuco-crystal violet
in the elevator?
Yes.
And that was early in the morning.
I arrived much later in the afternoon.
You're suggesting a significant temperature change.
An increase of over 20 degrees.
And in a closed elevator,
you've, in essence, created an LCV fuming chamber.
The chemicals vaporize in the high temperatures
and, ultimately, develop prints
on any and all surfaces in the space.
TAYLOR: Which is why Haylen found
the bloody print and you didn't.
Adam, it sounds like you got some work to do.
(groans, mutters)
I should go with him, I guess.
Perfect.
Mac, you said
you discharged your weapon twice
in the direction of the shooter, right?
A bullet could've grazed him.
Yeah, then how does his blood end up on the ceiling?
I pulled the fire alarm to alert building security.
Maybe he attempted an escape out the top
of the elevator? There was no surveillance evidence
suggesting he went out the front door of the building.
Either way, we just might have found the DNA
that can identify our shooter.
Hey... Look, I didn't mean to embarrass you.
Okay.
No, really.
I know how this must look.
I get it. You're just, uh, trying to show off.
Well, I like to think of it as trying to impress the boss.
I want your job.
(groans)
I mean, not your job, but... to do what you do.
Okay.
It's not like I just got lucky.
I had to know that print was important.
Anyone else would've just wiped over it and moved on.
I've spent a lot of hours washing blood
off of pavement and scraping flesh
off of everything you can think of.
And trust me, cleaning up crime scenes is not
the top of my part-time job list.
But it's one step closer to doing what I really want to do.
I want to work in the lab.
So I was just
wondering if there are any entry-level positions.
Part-time, weekends, night shift?
I'll clean test tubes and sweep floors if I have to.
Haylen, I'm the low man on the totem pole.
So if you think that I have any type
of pull or influence... you're wrong.
Sorry.
Well, is there any chance you could
put a good word in with Detective Taylor?
(laughs): Wow, gutsy.
Um... no.
Come on. Why not?
Let's just start with the fact
that I've only known you for the past two hours.
Not to mention, there's a hiring freeze,
budget cuts, layoffs.
So like you were just saying, the job you're after...
it's mine, okay?
I'm not giving up.
♪ ♪
(whirring)
♪ How long do you... ♪
♪ Do you... do you... ♪
♪ Do you think you can stay? ♪
♪ How long do you... ♪
♪ Do you... do you... ♪
♪ Do you think you can stay? ♪
♪ How long do you... ♪
♪ Do you... do you... ♪
♪ Do you think... ♪
♪ How long do you think... ♪
♪ Do you think... ♪
♪ Do you think you can stay... ♪
(beeping)
(dialing phone)
Hey, Sid, got a minute?
EDNA just found us a match.
SID: There's no question about it, right?
Look at the similarities. Here's Mac.
I recovered a piece of glass
from a wound in our Jane Doe.
Well, that makes sense.
A chandelier in the high rise shattered from the gunfire.
(rapid gunfire)
But this glass is not
from a crystal of a chandelier.
In fact, it was recovered
from a previous wound in the victim's shoulder.
One that had healed within the last month.
My initial thought was that it was a bullet fragment,
but the rounds I retrieved were intact.
And EDNA has determined that it's heat-treated glass.
The color is a durable paint, resistant to fading.
Specifically, an oil-based enamel
engineered for sign painters.
It's commonly used
in storefront windows.
I think I know where you're going with this.
There's one way to prove it.
This piece of glass came from this window.
And depth and placement in the tissue of our victim
suggest it flew like shrapnel into her flesh.
Exactly, the result of the bullets shattering the glass.
She was there.
Our Jane Doe
was in the bar with us, the exact night
and time of the shooting.
(sirens blaring)
(camera shutters snap)
(garbled radio transmission)
BONASERA: Our missing security guard?
Yes, ma'am.
Albert Pelton.
The high rise...
is three blocks that way.
Looks like our perp got lazy,
dumping the body so close.
You know what? I don't think it was a dump.
Pardon me
for treading on your territory,
but we got a blood trail that leads from there to here.
And the space between the drops suggests run.
(panting)
Well, there is no way our killer
ran all this way carrying Albert's body.
Right.
So it looks like our boy, Albert,
tracked the shooter to this alley.
Well, the wound suggests a knife.
If our killer had a gun, why not just shoot him?
Automatic weapon jams more often than not.
(clicking)
Large blood flow, deep wound--
looks like it severed the femoral artery.
And Albert still went after the guy?
I mean, that's impossible.
Albert had to have been stabbed here...
which means the blood trail belongs to our shooter.
The size of the blood drops suggests that the wound
was much higher.
Possibly in the arm.
Maybe one of Mac's bullets did more than just graze.
And Albert...
caught up with him right here.
(grunting)
You know what I don't get, though?
I don't get the sleeve.
No blood trail leaves here.
Yeah.
Our shooter used the sleeve to bandage a wound.
(groans)
This is blood spatter, not a stain.
And there's no chest wound.
So it's our shooter's blood.
Yeah, and I think Albert here
wounded our suspect.
Our Jane Doe was already in the building.
Had to be.
All right, well,
if that's true, why didn't she attract the attention
of the security guard? I mean, she didn't even sign in.
She works there.
Employees don't sign in.
So that's why she picked the 30th floor.
She knew it'd be empty.
Right.
She knew it'd be empty.
Right.
MONROE: The problem is it's a weekend.
We can't get an ID till Monday.
There's another way.
We need a subpoena for the building's
voicemail system. Specifically, the voicemail
greetings of every female employee.
MESSER: All right, well, you lost me.
We don't know who we're looking for.
Our Jane Doe made a call to the Tips Hotline,
then got patched to you.
Every call made to that hotline
is recorded. I'm thinking we can match
her office voicemail greeting to that call.
Right.
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HAWKES: If we can't identify our shooter by description,
I was thinking maybe we could locate him by his injury.
We got it. The blood that Haylen
and I found in the elevator is a match to the blood
on Albert Pelton's shirt.
And we know it's not his.
Please tell me
you got a hit in CODIS.
We got a hit in CODIS.
you got a hit in CODIS.
We got a hit in CODIS.
David Wilson.
Rap sheet in every area code.
Well, let's hope that makes it easy to find him.
You might want to start with the hospitals.
Based on these spurting patterns,
I'm thinking that the knife
Albert was stabbed in the leg with,
he used on Wilson.
Slammed it once into his subclavian artery...
and then again.
(groaning)
And because we didn't find the weapon
and there was no blood trail leaving the scene,
that means that David Wilson left
with that knife stuck in his chest.
(groaning)
MONROE: Boom, there it is.
Nice.
MONROE: Mac!
We got our vic's voicemail recording.
What's the extension number?
5506.
Play it back to confirm.
WOMAN: This is Risa, I'm not at my desk.
Please leave me a message.
She doesn't say her last name.
Give me a minute, we'll find it
in the directory under the extension.
Let's compare the voices.
Play the Tips Hotline call.
WOMAN: You're the one that got injured in that bar shooting?
MESSER: Yep, I'm the guy. What do you want?
Sounds like the same voice.
WOMAN: Any chance you'll walk again?
MESSER: Doctor says I've got a ten percent chance.
Look, you got a tip, or what?
MESSER: Got a name! Risa Calaveras.
I didn't see a ring on her finger,
so I'm gonna assume it's a maiden name.
That means her brother is Jake Calaveras.
I'm going to run wild cards.
Ten percent chance of walking?
You told me it was 60.
(clears throat)
I just didn't want to scare you.
You know what scares me, Danny?
Is that you think you have to lie to me.
I want you to know that no matter what happens,
I'm here to stay.
Nothing is ever going to change the way that I feel about you.
And you know what?
Ten percent?
I'll take it.
That's a chance.
That's hope.
But it seems like you've decided that it isn't enough.
No, no, no, I haven't decided anything.
I can hear it in your voice, Danny.
On that phone call,
you're giving up.
No, I'm not, Lindsay.
I just don't need a cheerleader, you know, babe?
You're right.
You need a kick in the ass.
Look, if I have to believe in you all by myself, I will.
I've gone with the long shot before,
Danny, and I ended up with you.
They said there was a ten percent chance of rain today.
I brought my umbrella, because ten percent
is enough for me to believe that it's possible.
BONASERA: Mac, our shooter,
Dave Wilson is dead.
He was dumped in the parking lot
of Trinity General Hospital.
Came in as a John Doe, died in surgery.
We're combing through the hospital's surveillance footage now.
The driver of that car's got to be partner number three.
We locate Jake Calaveras?
Not yet. Flack sent two Unis
to his apartment.
It was obvious he left in a hurry.
Hey, guys. Digital surveillance from the hospital security camera
captured the plate of the car that dumped Dave Wilson.
DMV get us a name?
Yes. Tyson Menlo.
1027 Bowery, apartment 301.
FLACK: NYPD, Menlo! We got a warrant.
Drop the gun! Put the gun down!
(officers shout)
Drop the gun! Put the gun down!
(officers shout)
Come on, Jake. You don't want to do this, man.
It was Dave who killed Risa!
I wouldn't do that, man. You've got to believe me.
Jake!
Put the gun down!
He killed my sister!
And we'll do something about it. You don't have to.
She was just trying to help
Risa was just trying to help, that's all.
I'm sure she wouldn't want you to get
into any more trouble, Jake. She wouldn't want you
to do something stupid.
It's too late.
No, no...
It's too late.
(gunshot)
OFFICER: Get down! Get down now! On your knees!
(handcuffs click)
It was all just talk, at first.
Then Wilson came up with this idea.
What if we made the city work for us?
You know?
He used the word "ransom."
I thought he was joking.
But they kept talking about it.
Doing something,
again and again and again,
and having the city pay us to stop.
TAYLOR: Why, Jake?
To what end?
Dave said because we could.
Just...
because we could.
Because you could?
Is that what I should tell the family
of the bartender who died?
Or all the people who were injured?
Is that what I should tell my detective
who's sitting in a wheelchair?
Hey, they didn't know there were cops in that bar.
They were just looking for someplace that was crowded.
You keep saying "they," Jake.
Don't you mean you and Wilson and Tyson?
No.
'Cause I didn't go that night.
I didn't.
Risa didn't want me to.
Your sister thought you were in that car.
I know.
I should have called her.
But I was pissed off.
Okay?
I didn't want to give her the satisfaction of knowing
it really did matter what she said.
But she was there, Jake. She was in the bar.
She had nothing to do with this, if that's what you're thinking.
She was there for me, to stop me.
And it only made it more dangerous for the both of us.
Wilson and Tyson came after us.
They thought we'd go to the cops.
I didn't think they'd...
I didn't think they'd kill her.
(sobbing): I didn't think they'd kill her.
Damn it, I told her not to go.
She was there for you, Jake.
Her only concern was you.
(crying)
Stella.
Hey.
Um, about the other night.
Yeah.
Um, about the other night.
Yeah.
Adam, it was wonderful.
Yeah.
And stupid, and spontaneous and memorable.
Yeah.
And not something
we should ever do again.
You took the words right out of my mouth.
Um...
Okay.
BONASERA: Linds?
You okay?
Yeah.
It's Risa Calaveras' hotline call.
RISA: The only way I could think to stop Jake
was to go to the bar...
to tell everyone to get out.
But then I saw them.
I wasn't sure at first.
Then someone told me that a cop had died.
Cops, and all I could think about was protecting Jake.
If I told them what was about to happen there would
be questions; we'd both be in trouble.
So I thought if he just sees me, he won't do it,
and Dave and Jake will drive right by.
So I stood outside and waited for the car.
I remember the face of the last man to enter.
BONASERA: Jessica Angell was one of those rare people,
the kind who reaffirm our faith in humanity.
RISA: I didn't know Jake wasn't in the car.
(screaming)
♪ ♪
♪ I need another place ♪
♪ Will there be peace? ♪
♪ I need another world ♪
♪ This one's nearly gone ♪
♪ Still have too many dreams ♪
♪ Never seen the light ♪
♪ I need another world ♪
♪ This one's nearly gone ♪
♪ I'm gonna miss the birds ♪
♪ Singing all their songs ♪
♪ I'm gonna miss the wind ♪
♪ Been kissing me so long ♪
♪ Whoa ♪
(thunder rumbles)
♪ Whoa ♪
(thunder rumbles)
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