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Nova! Nova! Nova!

G'day, Sydney!

Y'all have no idea how excited
I am to be here.

Let's go!

This is a song from my first album.

It's called Five Walls.

♪ Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm ♪

♪ Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm ♪

♪ The rain, it pours ♪

♪ I don't have fire anymore ♪

♪ Nothing keeping us warm ♪

♪ I start to fade ♪

♪ You know exactly what to say ♪

♪ To make me tangle in a web of you ♪

♪ Tie me up in knots ♪

♪ And tell me that the love
you have holds true ♪

♪ These five walls have seen it all ♪

♪ If only they could speak ♪

♪ Dream the night ♪

♪ Of taking flight ♪

♪ The world beneath my feet ♪

♪ Ready now, Bluebird ♪

♪ Now's your time ♪

♪ Take it now with this heart of mine ♪

♪ A grand escape from your cage ♪

♪ Bluebird ♪

♪ Fly, fly ♪

♪ Fly ♪

♪ Mm-mm-mm-mm-mm ♪

♪ You shine the light ♪

♪ Where you want it to be ♪

♪ While behind every scene ♪

♪ The shadows play ♪

♪ You know exactly what do to
to keep me burning at the ends ♪

♪ For you ♪

♪ Tie me up in knots ♪

♪ And tell me that the love
you have holds true ♪

♪ These five walls have seen it all ♪

♪ If only they could speak ♪

♪ Dream the night ♪

♪ Of taking flight ♪

♪ The world beneath my feet ♪

♪ So ready now, Bluebird ♪

♪ Now's your time ♪

♪ Take it now with this heart of mine ♪

♪ A grand escape from your cage ♪

♪ Bluebird ♪

♪ Fly, fly ♪

♪ Fly ♪

Give it up for the fabulous

Servicemen and Women of
the US Navy A Capella Choir!

Sydney, I love you.

You've been amazing.

Good night.

- Whoo! One more song!
- One more song!

One more song!

One more song! One more song!

One more song!

Hey, you think they want more?

Got anything up your sleeve?

Well, lucky I had time on
the long-ass flight over here

to come up with something brand-new.

The trip over gave me plenty of time

to think over some things.

Like the fact
that we've only got one life

and we've got to live it on our terms.

Choose our own flight path.

Amen to that.

I'm dedicating this
to someone very special

in my life,

and I'm calling it Breathless

because that's how they leave me.

♪ Let's run away ♪

♪ Not just for the day ♪

♪ But for always ♪

♪ You and me, babe ♪

♪ I have always known ♪

♪ For our love to grow ♪

♪ We have to disappear ♪

♪ So let's get out of here ♪

♪ 'Cause I'm breathless... ♪

Sal. Sally, what's wrong?

I-I can't breathe.

Can I get some help over here, please?

She has allergies.

We need her opti-pen.

- Poole, where's your bag?
- Chair.

- Somebody call an ambulance!
- Someone find the damn bag!

- Houselights on.
- Where's the ambulance?

We need it now, people!

Dad!

My injector, quick!

She's not breathing.
Dad, it's not working.

Okay, it's gonna be fine.

You're gonna be okay.

You're gonna be okay.

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Deceased is Petty Officer
First Class Sally Poole.

Paramedics rushed her to hospital. DOA.

Cause?

Anaphylaxis.

Hospital's standing by
to release the body.

It was after Five Walls.

It... it happened during the encore.

Did you see Sally have a reaction?

Yeah. She, um...

She was fine one minute
and then she was...

I don't understand, though, because...

..Nova used her opti-pen, but it
didn't seem to do anything.

Sally developed a peanut allergy
a few years back.

Since then we've taken every precaution.

- Including all this?
- Here's the rider.

"No nut products of any kind."
Underlined.

And you double-checked?

Did I personally taste each morsel? No.

I'm their lieutenant, not their mom.

Witnesses said no one could find
Sally's emergency kit.

Why was that?

It was in her bag, which was back here.

Someone left their jacket over it.

By the time we found it, it...

Any idea what triggered
Sally's reaction?

No. I have the same allergy.
It comes on pretty quick.

Wait, you have the same allergy?

Peanuts.

Like Sally.

But you're okay?

Nova's been undergoing exposure therapy.

She's not bulletproof,
but she is better.

I'm not feeling so good, though.

Is it okay if we go now?

Yeah.

Yeah, of course.

Yeah.

Better take the fire exit,

dodge the paparazzi.

You right?

Just having one of those
sliding doors moments, is all.

Really?

I'm talking fork in the road, Evie.

Join the Marines
or pursue my real passion.

Your real passion?

Show business, baby! All this.

The fame, the fortune. Adoring fans.

- Could have been me.
- Really?

Says who?

Says Ms. Andrews.

Is that Ms. Andrews from
the London Philharmonic Choir?

Ms. Andrews at the Inglewood
High School music department.

Said I was one of a rare breed.

Perfect pitch.

You sure she said 'pitch'?

Oi, Macka.

Excuse me.

What's that smell like to you?

These things run on satay chicken now?

These usually run off
glycol and ethanol,

but when mixed with peanut oil,
it'll atomize the same way,

giving you this.

This is from my phone.

Every breath she takes,
Sally cops a lungful of that.

Anaphylaxis via the smoke machine.

What the hell did Sally do
to deserve that?

Maybe less than you think.

This is Nova's opti-pen,

the one that she used to try
and save Sally's life.

Someone drained the adrenaline
and replaced it with water.

So you're telling us whoever
tampered with the smoke machine

also tampered with Nova's injector.

Yeah.

Sally was collateral damage.

Nova was the target.

Nova Sykes.

24, Nashville native,
and voice of a generation.

Is best understood as a continuum.

There have been several phases
of her Nova-lution.

Firstly, there was lo-fi indie.

Then ethereal songstress.

And lastly, and my personal favorite,

maximalist hyperpop.

It's a classic pop star
reinvention cycle.

They all have "eras" now.

Oh, like how Johnny Cougar
becomes John Cougar

and then John Cougar Mellencamp,

becomes Mellencamp, and then
back to John Mellencamp, yeah?

- Yeah, just like that.
- Okay.

- Great, yep, that.
- Got you.

Moving on, CCTV from the venue's up.

This was right before the encore.

Good night!

Blue, punch in on that.

Whoa, who's that guy?

Hard to tell.

The killer's not wearing gloves.

Did they leave any prints?

Already ran them.

- There's no matches yet.
- Great.

So we're looking for someone

wearing Nova merch at a Nova gig.

- That narrows it down.
- It's like Where's Wally?

- Wally? You mean Where's Waldo?
- Oh!

- Found him.
- Okay, Evie, DeShawn...

..scan the footage, ID whoever
is on that CCTV, okay?

Yeah, yeah, and we'll go talk to Nova

and see if she knows
who's trying to kill her.

Uh...

Actually, we, the field agents,
will speak to Nova

while you, the scientist, will stay here

and do the science stuff.

Of course, yes, right, yeah.

- Call me if you need backup.
- Okay.

The show must go on.

Nova, where do you usually keep
your emergency kit?

In my bag. Why?

Last night, we think
someone messed with it.

Most likely the same person

who put peanut oil in the smoke machine.

Come again?

You're head of security,

so, uh, who has access
to the stage effects?

We're a 70-person crew

halfway through a six-month tour.

A lot of moving parts.

So...

So my focus is on my talent,

not the smoke machines.

And as tragic as it is,

Sally's not my talent. Nova is.

Well, that's just it.

We believe Nova was the target.

What did you say?

Someone tampered with the injector

then spiked the smoke machine
to induce anaphylaxis.

In you.

So Sal died because of me?

Hey, none of this is your fault, okay?

- Who had access to your bag?
- Um...

Crew, label reps,

anyone who has
an all-access pass, basically.

Do you have any enemies
that you know of?

I have eight million followers
on socials.

Marriage proposals and death
threats in equal amounts.

It's less about enemies for Nova
and more about obsessed fans.

It's your job to deal with that, right?

I did my job.

Yeah, tell that to Sal.

Nova, please,

we believe someone's trying to kill you.

Bring it on.

Nova, sweetheart...

Hey, just give her a minute.

Look, I did my job,
like at every venue we play.

I ran a threat assessment,
briefed the door,

gave them a blacklist
of names to look out for.

There's a blacklist?

We're gonna need to see that.

Look, kid's a talent.

All original material? Respect.

But her voice is, see, I don't know,

it's a little off-key
in the lower register.

I guess she's still maturing.

Totally.

She's got three platinum records,

a Grammy

and brings in millions in tour revenue.

You've got Ms. Andrews.

Haters gonna hate.

Feel free to prove me wrong.

Evie, you slide in behind
the wheel of a Ferrari,

you don't just drop
the hammer straightaway.

You let it purr. Prrr!

- Warm up the pipes.
- Mm-hm.

You got a lot to learn
about show business.

Hey.

Cassie Hayes.

Nova's management has her
top of the no-fly list.

History of stealing merch,

and not one but three
apprehended violence orders.

Go call Mackey, let her know.

Why, what are you doing?

I'm booking a karaoke machine.

Give you time to warm up those pipes.

Thanks, D. On our way.

- Can you stop that?
- I'm just humming.

Yeah, to the earworm in your head.

Uh, yeah, that's why
they call it an earworm.

What's the big deal?

Okay.

I have...

..a condition, okay?

I have EWS.

What is EWS?

Earworm susceptible.

Come... Is that an actual thing?

Yes, it is, okay?

As a kid I had Fall Out Boy
stuck in my head

for the whole of 9th grade.

- Wow.
- I was impossible to be round!

My grandma bought hearing aids

just so she could turn them down.

But I have been earworm-free

for over a decade now, okay?

I-I cannot relapse, JD, all right?

You won't, Agent Mackey.

Not on my watch.

Wow.

Cassie, how do you afford this?

Got in on the ground floor
of the crypto boom.

Now I jet around the world
pursuing my passion.

Which is what, exactly?

Nova.

Duh.

Right.

So, want to tell us why

you snuck into the concert last night?

I didn't sneak in, okay?

I won tickets. A hoodie too.

How? You're on the blacklist.

That's just a misunderstanding.

Oi, Macka.

Where'd you get that?

Uh... Kuala Lumpur.

It's, like, the capital of Malaysia.

It was Nova's seventh stop
on a 22-show run.

Epic show.

And the only other time

Nova partnered with
the Navy choir, right?

And what's even cooler is,
after the gig,

me, Nova's entourage and the Navy peeps

all went to the night market.

- Oh, Nova invited you?
- It was kind of an open invite.

So what, uh, happened that night?

It was crazy.

Nova had some kind of reaction

and that pen was used by
the dead girl to bring her back.

I think you mean Sally Poole.

Used it to save Nova.

Thank God!

It's a hell of a coincidence,
isn't it, Cassie?

What?

That you were there both times,

when Nova had her attack in KL

and when Sally died of the same thing.

Yeah, but I'm always there,

so not really a coincidence now, is it?

Hello? Hello?

Nova?

What are you doing here?

Why...

Whoa, whoa, whoa, are you okay?

You work for NCIS, right?

Yeah.

I called the Navy.

They said you have Sally.

Can you take me to her?

I am not sure...

The Doc's not in at the moment.

Please?

It's important.

I'm so sorry, babe.

Do you, um...

Where's your restroom?

Ugh!

If I need you again,

I'll give you a call with my cell.

- But thank you for coming.
- Thank you. Bye.

How is she?

Pills and bourbon hangover.

The doc says she'll be okay.

It's a good thing your team
found her when they did.

Can we see her?

Sure.

There she is.

You gave us one hell of a fright.

Tell everyone I'm sorry.

Especially Blue.

She's... really sweet.

Dad, could you plug my phone in?
My battery's gone again.

Wondering if you could give us a moment?

Yeah.

Anything you want to
say to me you can say to my dad.

Well, it's about Sally.

And you.

- We were together, Dad.
- What?

After she saved my life in Kuala Lumpur,

we've been seeing each other ever since.

Why keep that from me?

I don't know. I just didn't
think you'd approve.

Of you being happy?

Nova, honey!

I'm sorry.

Do you remember seeing Cassie Hayes

at the market in KL?

Yeah, we...

We were trying to lose her.

Any idea how she knew you'd be there?

How does she know Nova will be anywhere?

I swear she has better intel
than the paparazzi.

So your battery drains quickly, huh?

Yeah.

Mind if I take a look?

No, go ahead.

Kids coming out to their parents

isn't always
an easy conversation to have,

but clearly you're okay with it.

Of course. Why wouldn't I be?

I don't know. She kept it
from you, didn't she?

Would it be an issue for her
career-wise?

Ah, God, no.

The fans love Nova for who she is,

whoever she is.

Nova wanted to be a singer
since she was five.

That's amazing.

Not many kids grow up
to realize their dreams.

Yeah, well, look what it's done to her.

I don't want to stop Nova
doing what she loves,

but what she loves
is slowly killing her.

- Was I?
- Whoa, relax. Deep breaths.

No, no, JD, I...

- It's back. I've caught it.
- Whoa, whoa, whoa!

It's okay. You've beaten this before.

So how did you get rid of Fall Out Boy?

Green Day, 24/7.

Pre or post American Idiot?

- You're enjoying this.
- That obvious?

You were right.

The phone is riddled with stalkerware.

So whoever's been tracking Nova

will also have this app on their device.

Okay, can you tell us who?

Uh, it doesn't work that way.
For obvious reasons.

Might explain how Cassie knew
Nova was at the market in KL.

Finds out about her allergy,
the opti-pen.

And then heads to last night's
concert and the stage is set.

So what are you saying?

That is somehow got backstage,

messed with a smoke machine
and Nova's opti-pen?

I mean, is that so hard to believe?

Two out of three of your AVOs
happened backstage.

And it's not the first time you
snuck off with Nova's opti-pen.

I would never hurt Nova.

You threw a brick through
her car window in Dallas.

I was aiming for the paparazzi
that were harassing her.

And then you assaulted her
after a concert in L.A.

Yeah, I was protecting her
from a lunatic.

"I wish you were dead."

You've never had an off day?

There's plenty of declarations
of love in there too.

Yeah, well, it takes two to tango.

Meaning?

Meaning she came on to me first.

You don't believe me. Okay.

Uh...

This was back in the day,
after I heard her first track.

Me, "Cool track." Read her response.

"Thanks"?

Count the love emojis.

Count them.

So what happened when you found
out she was seeing Sally Poole?

Navy chick?

Yeah.

You don't know anything.

Nova loves me.

Just listen to her music.

I would never give up on her.

On us.

I will never give up.

Hey, ran Cassie's prints. She
never touched the smoke machine.

- What about her phone?
- Nil spyware.

- So, dead end.
- Found something, though.

I went through Nova's location services.

- When was this?
- The afternoon of the concert.

So Sally played the trumpet
as well as singing in the choir.

Cornet.

For the Navy band.

Sally had talent to burn,

but in the town where she grew up,

there was no opportunity
to ply her trade.

So she signs up.

The US military is the largest
employer of musicians

in the country.

Steady wage, health care.

Sally arrived in Sydney
by military transport, right?

Yes, ma'am.

So how come she has a luggage
receipt for Sydney Airport?

It's a lot of shore leave
for one sailor.

Sally had no leave request.

She was going somewhere.
That's desertion.

Why throw away her whole Navy career?

Boss?

Hours before the concert,

Nova hit the US Consulate

and applied for an emergency passport.

Why?

Because I think she was
skipping town with Sally Poole.

What makes you say that?

We've got both their go bags
at Sydney Airport right now.

This is just like Nova's
new song, Breathless.

It's about escape.

It's about Sally. Sal...

Sally was Nova's escape.

Escape from what?

Or who?

Nova and Sally were planning
to run away together.

So the killer is someone who
couldn't bear to see Nova go.

We had the perfect fit
in the interview room,

except she didn't do it.

Cassie was the perfect fit.

I think that's the point. Check it out.

The tickets sent to Cassie.

Is that from the competition?

Oh, there was no competition.

I checked all of Nova's websites,

fan pages, the venues, nothing.

Sent from a fake email address.

Real tickets, fake email. The hell?

So someone wanted Cassie
to take the fall.

She's like the Lee Harvey Oswald
of superfans.

You saying Oswald didn't kill Kennedy?

One case at a time, mate.

Killer would need to know
Cassie's history,

have access to tickets and merch.

Yeah, smoke machines, Nova's injector.

And be sure that Nova's exposure therapy

would protect her from the peanut haze,

as opposed to the purple... haze.

It's a Hendrix reference.

So our killer is likely someone
inside the tent.

Two names come to mind.

D, do me a favor.

Take a deep dive into Nova's financials.

What am I looking for?

Hoping you'll tell me.

Hi. Is Nova okay?

You're the chick that found her.

Go, you.

How'd you get past security?

So, can I come in?

Hey! Hey.

How are you going?

Oh, you know...

..still going.

Why are you here?

Um, I... I want to help.

I'm fine.

I don't think that you are.

- Dad, this is Bluebird.
- Hello.

Bluebird, huh?

- There's a coincidence.
- Oh, yeah...

Thank you so much for saving my girl.

Oh, all I did was call 000.

You were at the concert in
Sydney last night, weren't you?

- Mm.
- Sorry how things panned out.

Oh, please, you have absolutely
nothing to apologize for.

Tomorrow night in Brisbane
will be much better.

Wait, what?

You're still going ahead
with the rest of the tour?

- Mm-hm.
- Well...

..is that a good idea?

- Can't back out now.
- Yes, you can.

That's what I said.

Sorry, am I misreading the room?

No.

Bear, if you want to pull
the plug, just say the word.

It's never too late. The fans
would be crushed, but...

No, they wouldn't.
Uh, speaking as a fan.

Yeah, well, easy for you to say.
You don't have tickets, but...

Hey, tell you what, why don't
I get Toran to comp you some?

- No, all good. That's okay.
- Come on, what's your number?

I wouldn't even be able
to get the time off work.

Honestly, thank you so much.

Uh, that's okay.

CCTV from the US Consulate.

Toran. He followed them?

- Toran said something.
- Any idea what?

I can run it through
lip-reading software. Stand by.

Hey, Blue.

Bye, Blue.

Ukulele lullaby buba.

You know you love me, baby.

- Toran's got a thing for Nova?
- It's looking like it.

And Sally's dead six hours
after she shoves him.

It's not Toran.

Nova has released five albums
in seven years,

all of which circle around
similar themes.

Control, entrapment, isolation.

Okay, Sally was Nova's escape.

By taking out Sally,

the killer prevents Nova from leaving.

- So Toran is a fit, Blue.
- Except he's not.

Whoever this person is,

Nova's been singing about them
her entire career.

You don't build a body of work
around a security guard.

You build it around someone special,

somebody that you love.

- Like who?
- Like her dad.

I'm running Jeff's prints
against the killer's

on the smoke machine.

You swiped the dad's cup?
Blue, you're not a cop.

I'm forensics, okay?

This is gonna prove that it isn't Toran,

it's Jeff.

What?

Guess that means
we can rule that one out.

No. He did it.

Babe, Jeff wasn't anywhere
near the smoke machine

when it was tampered with.

Yeah, you can't be
in two places at once.

- Mm, quantum superposition.
- What?

If a particle exists in one place,

the sum of that particle
exists at another.

- Blue...
- So, effectively, yes.

A particle can be in two places
at once, okay?

I know it. I know it.

I know that Jeff... Jeff did this!

Blue, are you okay?

You seem pretty sure
it was Nova's father.

Your name.

Bluebird.

It's from the song.

Trapped in a cage.

It's not a coincidence, is it?

Who put you in that cage? Bluebird?

Toran's helping us with our inquiries.

We need him to come down to HQ.

We're on a plane this afternoon.
How long's this gonna take?

Boss, I'll handle it.

If your prints are a match
for the smoke machine,

it means you're our killer.

An app on your phone
links to stalkerware

installed on Nova's.

Everywhere she goes, you go.

Were you and Nova ever together?

No.

You know you love me, baby.

Straight out of the stalker phrase book.

I was being ironic.

Nova hates my guts.

So why were you following her, then?

Because my job is to keep
Nova safe from herself,

so I need to know where she is 24/7.

So does keeping Nova safe

mean taking Sally out of the equation?

You think I killed Sally.

It ain't me, man.

Well, well.

Wanna rethink that?

Spit it out, Toran.

Jeff handed me a container, okay?

Told me to pour it
into the smoke machine.

And you never asked why?

He said it was for
some cool-ass lighting effect.

Smoke machine isn't your job.

My job is to do what Jeff tells me.

Hey, I'm so glad I got to
catch you before you guys left.

I just wanted to give you
one last cheerio

and to see if those tickets
were still on offer.

I'm officially leave-approved, so...

Well, that's just great.

I'll go get my phone.

Boss?

I dug into Nova's financial
situation like you asked.

She runs everything through
a family trust.

- No surprises there.
- See, not entirely.

Turns out the way it's set up,

she has no access
to her own trust account.

The whole thing is in Jeff's name.

Every cent she earns -

tours, albums, royalties,

all controlled by him.

Is Nova okay? She seems pretty groggy.

Just feeling the aftereffects is all.

We've been here before. She'll be fine.

Jeff took her to court

and quietly applied
for legal guardianship,

claimed that because of
her drug problem,

she wasn't fit to control
her own affairs,

so he does it for her.

So it's the goose that laid
the golden egg.

Keep her on drugs, you keep her touring.

And the millions keep rolling in.

Only to Jeff.

Stomach...

What is it, Bear?

Cramps.

You need a heat bag.

Sorry, a hot pack.

They're, um,
they're good for tummy aches.

Dad, can you get me one?

Of course, sweetheart.

I'll go see the concierge.

There's also a chemist
across the street.

Thanks for the tip.

I'll bluetooth those tickets.

Yeah, thanks!

Your phone's not coming up on mine.

Give it here for a sec.

Yep.

Yeah, still not working.

I'll do it on the way.

- Be right back.
- Mm-hm.

One cat dog.

Two cat dog.

Three cat dog.

Quick, quick, come on. Get up, get up.

That's it. Come on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Did your dad give you something?

Mm.

All right, come on.

Where are we going?

Somewhere safe.

Okay, just mind your step there.

Okay, um...

I'll put you down here.

Here.

Um, okay, I'm gonna go next door
and make a phone call, okay?

Just wait here.

I'm not doing anything

until you tell me
what the hell is going on.

Your father killed Sally.

No.

No, he wouldn't do that.

He loves me.

The person that kept me in a cage,

they said that they loved me too.

But that's not love. And you
know that. You write about it.

Nova.

- Come on, Bear.
- It's okay.

Got a ride out front waiting.

Open the door, honey.

Nova, I still remember
the first time I heard you sing.

It was Five Walls.

And it hit me right here.

Sweetheart, we're gonna miss our plane.

Please, Nova...

..when you wrote Breathless,

you'd set a flight path
with Sally, right?

You were finally gonna be free of him.

Please.

Come on, honey, open up.

Come on, Bear, it's time to let me in.

Nova, no, please!

It's okay. It's just my dad.

He wouldn't hurt me.

A grand escape from your cage.

Please.

Come on, Bear, open this door right now.

It's gonna be okay.

- Yeah?
- Yeah.

No, Nova. No.

- Are you okay, Bear?
- Mm-hm.

- Did she hurt you?
- No, I'm fine.

I'll be outside.

Okay.

Stay.

Just want to return your phone.

It's lucky I had it,
or I wouldn't have known where you live.

She knows you killed Sally.

You know, you think you're
helping, but you're not.

Nova is sick.

- She's sick because of you.
- Nova is safe because of me.

Just need your signature.

I'll take care of the rest.

No, thi...

No one's gonna believe
that I wrote this.

Sure they will.

You're a crazed fan

who kidnapped Nova from her hotel

and realized...

..there was no way out.

Okay, I'll... I'll sign it.

I'll sign it. I'll sign it.

Sign it!

She's in there.

Quickly, go, go, go!

Go, go, go!

Blue! Blue!

Are you okay? What happened?

You called... You called the team.

I'm so sorry I left you
in there by yourself.

He wouldn't have let me go
if I didn't...

Pretend like everything
was normal, I get it.

Get him out of here.

That is one deadly pen.

- It's mightier than the sword.
- You can say that again.

Hey, Blue, at some point

we'll need to have a chat
about the difference

between being a scientist
and a cop, yeah?

- Yeah.
- But not today.

Right now we're just glad you're safe.

Now, Bluebird!

- Oh, we're steppin' out!
- What the hell's going on?

It's meant to be DeShawn's chance

to prove he has perfect pitch,

but looks like Doc Roy's
stolen the limelight.

I'm gonna turn around once.

- Yeah, I know, he's loving life.
- We'll do the Eagle Rock.

Hey, perfect pitch,
you ready to hit the chorus?

- Uh, yeah, yeah, no doubt.
- ♪ Good old Eagle Rock ♪

♪ Is here to stay ♪

♪ I'm just crazy ♪

♪ 'Bout the way we move ♪

♪ Doin' the Eagle Rock ♪

- ♪ Whoa-oh-oh ♪
- You're lip-synching.

- What? No, I'm not.
- Yeah, you are.

You've gone all Milli Vanilli on me.

- ♪ I'm just crazy ♪
- Okay, okay.

Look, thing is,

I looked up Ms. Andrews.

She's not a music teacher.

- She was a con woman.
- What?

She got eight years for insurance fraud.

Evie, I ain't got no perfect pitch!

Like I care! Come on, you're
gonna miss the best bit.

All right.

♪ Just gotta give me a sign ♪

♪ And we'll do the Eagle Rock ♪

- Do a rock.
- ♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪

♪ Good old Eagle Rock is here to stay ♪

Willpower, Mackey, willpower!

♪ 'Bout the way you move ♪

Okay.

♪ Doin' the Eagle Rock ♪

Rock, rock!