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-Ed. -I just wanted to check in,

get an update on the joint initiative.

I hear we have a name.

-Yo, Catherine. -Elena, can we talk?

You said you were going to find her.

You said you were going to find my sister.

Now you're gonna ruin my son's career.

What?

You had a bad breakup. Now that's the truth!

I know you! I know who you really are, you hear me?

-You take it back! Take it all back! -Mom!

-It didn't happen! It didn't happen! -Hey, Mom! You got to stop!

-It didn't happen! -Stop! Alice!

He got a condo down on the Jersey Shore.

I was thinking about going down there for a couple nights.

Maybe you could come down there, too.

Catherine?

The building is surrounded.

I think we both want Jay Easton.

And we can do this together.

Why has no one come to get me?

Did you lie to me?

-No. -There's no one else here.

You left my agent alone in there!

I'll be running this from now on.

And I made a call about the alcohol I smelled on your breath this morning.

The dead man in my house copied it from Jay Easton's laptop.

I have taken things, photos and files from his computer,

things I can use against him. What's in there, you can ruin him.

-You can ruin his fucking life. -Oh, fuck.

Alice!

Don't touch her!

-No! -Fuck!

Checking breath and pulse.

She's responding to two milligrams of Narcan.

Keep her head still.

-Grab a cervical collar. -Miss, stay with us.

Light. Check the pupils.

I need you to squeeze my hand.

Pupils are equal and reactive.

Miss, we had to administer Narcan.

-Where is she? -Please, don't move.

I said, where is she?

We're taking you to the hospital.

Where is she?

Hey.

Where is Catherine?

That's what you wanna know right now?

Yeah. Where is she?

Gone.

Can I get a cup of water, by any chance?

Danny.

Mrs. Connelly.

How is he?

You gonna come in and see him?

I'm, uh, I'm just here waiting for Alice.

You're here to see Alice?

She did this.

This is her fault.

Oh yeah? You think so?

You know what Marshall was doing there at the shelter?

No, I don't.

Mm, neither do I.

I got no idea what he was doing outta uniform and drunk off his ass.

And I got no idea what he was doing lurking around

outside of a domestic violence shelter.

-Are you still even a cop? -I am.

Which is why I'm interested in what he was doing there.

And I think there's a lot of other people that'd be interested, too.

Are you threatening my son?

Yes. Sorry if I wasn't being clear. So, let me be more specific.

Tell your fucked-up son to stay away from Alice

or I'm gonna put him right back here in this fucking hospital.

Did you know that when I found her,

she'd run away from a group home,

and that she was living on the street?

Did you know that she'd just lost a baby? God knows how.

What did she tell you about herself?

What did she tell the FBI?

Why are you here?

Ed's running the whole thing now.

He put me on ice.

I'm a drunk, apparently.

He's not wrong.

My wings have melted

and I'm falling to my death,

which will be quiet and uneventful,

and at a desk in the basement.

One day, I will press the wrong button

while making instant noodles

in a government-issued microwave and then, bang!

The noodles and I will become one with the motherfucking universe.

I need you to tell me what happened in there.

I had her.

She wanted to come in and talk to us,

and she said she had evidence against Jay Easton.

-What evidence? -Videos.

Um, I don't know.

The laptop was scrubbed.

I was this close to getting her to come in and testify.

I was so fucking close.

And then she got away.

She ran. I followed her.

And then, Marshall...

...w-was there,

and grabbed me,

and she had my gun on him.

And...

and she asked me if I wanted her to kill him.

Mm.

And what did you say?

I said no.

I mean, it didn't matter. She shot him anyway.

And then, you ran to his side and held his wound,

and then she got away?

-What, that's protocol. -Oh.

Now, you wanna follow protocol?

Good.

Well, he's going to live.

You saved his life.

We could have had everything.

If you'd let him die, we could have had her.

Or even better, we could have orchestrated an arrest at Jay Easton's house.

Then we'd have a reason to search his property without a warrant,

a search incident to arrest.

What do you think we would've found by searching

Jay Easton's house unannounced?

But...

you saved Marshall's life, you chose to be a hero.

-I... I didn't... -We use people.

That is what we do.

That is how we build cases.

What do you not understand?

We are inhuman, in defense of humanity.

-We become evil to fight evil. -And where was my backup?

Why was I out there alone?

You're too soft.

It's fine.

I thought you could handle it, but you can't.

Jay Easton will never be prosecuted

and he'll die comfortably in his bed

because you have boyfriend troubles.

Yeah?

Well, you're a fucking drunk.

You should go ahead and take your full medical leave.

She's awake.

You kept us in the dark and now we got an officer down.

Yeah, okay, he was off duty at the time.

What... excuse me?

He didn't announce himself as an officer,

according to Alice Black's statement, and he...

-But, but... -His blood alcohol level

-was off the charts. -Wait, Alice and Marshall

have been fooling around for years.

You're... you're gonna believe anything that she says about him?

I don't know, but there's CCTV and he was visibly drunk

and actually forcibly dragged her across the street.

No, no, no, but why... why was she there by herself?

-Right. Right. -Huh?

Because you know what I think?

This is Nora fucking Washington overstepping.

Well, we can agree on that.

So, let... let's just turn the temperature down

and focus on finding the subject.

The subject? You mean the girl

who stands five feet tall with her fucking socks on?

Who managed to get away from you guys for a full week?

Look, man, this was a joint FBI-NYPD operation.

So, I think there's two sides to this.

So, you know,

I had a joint operation last year,

right where my balls connect to my asshole.

I don't understand. Are you saying

that you have a... a joint in your taint?

-Wait, what? -Will you excuse me for just one second.

Don't you worry about his balls, alright?

We're not here to talk about that.

-What's going on? -ASAC George. It is an honor.

Your name is Ed. My name is actually Eduardo.

-So, I thought that just... -Hal Hartford's laptop, what's the update?

Yes, the hard drive was wiped but not physically destroyed.

So, we are still working to... to recover the data that was lost.

But we can say with certainty

that there was a copy made of some files last night.

-What files? -We don't know.

Just that there was a copy made of something.

I need to know everything about that laptop.

Where and when it was found, and everyone that's been around it since.

The whole thing, the whole thing,

it's, it's a clusterfuck.

So, now we got a guy in the hospital, right?

And he was up for a promotion, and now he may never walk again.

Yeah, and... and if we were allowed to release the APB

when we wanted to, none of this would've happened.

We've been turning this city upside down,

which is something you should have been doing

from the fucking start.

And if we find her and she's not immediately face down

with her hands in the air, well, we're gonna assume she's suicidal, right?

And we're not gonna hesitate to discharge our weapons.

I understand that.

I do. We're not... we're not talking about a... a healthy young woman here.

-Exactly. -Listen, Tim and, um...

-Marty Fontenesca. -Marty, to be frank,

I think that Agent Washington, uh, made a bad call from the start.

This case should never have been ours.

And you're... you're right, there's an officer down

and you guys should... should be in the driver's seat on this one,

and you have our full support.

These instructions are unique to your personal healthcare.

You might experience nausea, fatigue,

and chills for the next 24 hours.

Wow, fun. I'm going to bed.

And, uh, oh, you're at risk for respiratory arrest, so, uh...

no recreational drug use.

Ah, damn.

And a responsible adult should stay with you

for the next 12 hours to monitor your breathing

so your fingers don't turn blue.

Here, take two of those.

Where am I gonna find a responsible adult?

You don't have a section for that on your dating app?

I bet I could find a taker.

Yeah, I'm sure there's some

weird sick fuck who likes to watch women

recover from overdoses.

Here you go.

Alright.

Hey, Danny?

Yeah?

-Can you stay with me? -Yeah.

I mean, I... I can stay a bit longer.

Yeah, I don't wanna be alone tonight.

Can you stay in here with me?

-In here? -Mm-hmm.

Yeah, sure.

-Did you send the staff home? -Yes.

But, Dad, this is the last time.

I just don't think it's safe for you anymore,

even with your contacts,

even with the people looking out for you.

I just think we have to be more careful.

It's not an issue. I'm fine.

I'll tell you if I need more oxygen.

Alright, I'll bring whatever you need.

This is Lacey.

Lacey, do you need anything?

I actually just made some hot cider

because I realize it's getting cold out.

She's fine.

Okay.

There will be a car coming for her when you're done.

♪ In the pines, in the pines ♪

♪ Where the sun never shines ♪

♪ Shivered where the cold winds blowed ♪

♪ In the pines, in the pines ♪

♪ In the cold, lonesome pines ♪

♪ Shivered where the cold winds blowed ♪

♪ Little girl, little girl ♪

♪ Where'd you stay last night? ♪

♪ Not even your mother knows ♪

♪ I stayed in the pines ♪

♪ Where the sun never shines ♪

♪ Shivered where the cold winds blowed ♪

Ed gave the case back to PD

and they're talking about how she must be suicidal.

That means they're gonna shoot her, right?

God, are you reheating coffee?

That's so fucking depressing.

Listen, Ed is ghosting us.

He's not even coming down to check in.

Is... is there any reason that he doesn't wanna find her?

Can you tell me which of these activities

are not acts of self-care?

"A," taking a hot bath,

"B," catching up on emails,

"C," talking to a therapist?

Why are you taking a fucking online quiz now?

It's my mandatory wellness class.

So, "C," talking to...

"B," catching up on emails. That's not self-care.

Huh, why don't they list jerking off?

It's not appro... I don't...

I don't wanna talk about that with you.

Ed gave it back to the PD because he wants her dead.

Why?

You... You know what? Fuck. Don't tell me.

-This is gonna fuck my whole career. -Expressing feelings is "A," hard for me.

-Yeah. -"B," occasionally hard.

"C," easy.

Easy. Submit.

Hey.

Al...

I, uh...

I gotta talk to you about something.

I wanna go to the shore with you.

What?

The beach house you told me about.

I wanna go there with you.

I'm sorry that I didn't.

I should have just said yes when you asked me.

-No, I... I didn't... -Danny, I...

I love you.

So much.

-Al. -I love your hand.

-Al. -I love your fingers.

You are so good.

And there's part of me that's not good.

And I don't know how to make it better.

Look, Al...

I can't do this right now.

Alright?

There's something I need to talk to you about.

That's okay. That's fine.

No, Al, listen.

-Danny, it's fine. -Listen to me.

You can just go home. I feel better.

Will you just...

Look.

Al, will you just listen to me?

Would you just look at me?

When you were at the shelter and I was questioning Alden,

the man Catherine was living with, who he says is her fiancé,

I don't fucking know.

But he gave me a flash drive.

It's a copy of files from Hal Hartford's laptop.

He was collecting evidence against Jay Easton.

Maybe as some kind of safety net,

or maybe he was gonna turn him in, I don't know.

-What kind of evidence? -Couple legal documents,

NDAs, corporate finances, and videos.

Child pornography.

Why didn't you submit it?

Possession charges are easier to prove

than a... than a homicide from 2012.

Al.

You're on it.

You're on the flash drive.

There's a...

There's a video of you when you were a teenager.

I don't know why Jay had it. It wasn't him in the video.

I don't know who the fuck it was.

Did anyone ever film you without you knowing it?

-Did you watch it? -Of course not.

It had your name on it.

I opened it, I saw your face, and I closed it.

That's it.

I couldn't fucking look at it.

Someone did this to you?

Hid a camera?

H-How old were you?

I mean, did... did you know it was out there?

Look, Al...

I'm not gonna turn it in.

There are other ways to get Jay Easton, alright?

There's no statute of limitations.

I can try and reopen the Isabel Luna homicide.

You know, we could create a timeline, work backwards,

and I could talk to the ME and see if there's samples

he could run again.

If we could find a link to Easton,

you know, we could search his house.

There's other ways, Al.

You can turn it in.

You don't need to protect me.

I'm not asking you to break the rules for me.

No one knows I have it.

Alden was hiding it.

Look, Al...

I don't know what the fuck happened to you.

But I'm not gonna let anyone else see it.

I'm not...

because I love you.

And I probably loved you longer than you know,

and longer than I should have.

But this is not your fucking fault.

And I wanna be there in that bed with you.

I do.

But I can't.

It ain't got nothing to do with you.

I can't get your face in the video...

out of my head.

I think, uh...

Can you leave?

I'm just tired.

Yeah.

We're gonna get him, Al.

I promise.

The fuck?

Danny called me when you went to the hospital.

What is that?

Pears.

Mom always used to make me eat pears when I got sick,

so I...

That's a nice memory.

-Alice? -Hm?

Are you using fentanyl?

It is okay if you are.

-I'm not gonna judge you. -I'm not using drugs.

Okay.

Well, if you... if you were...

I was forcibly injected by a suspect.

Where is Mom?

She didn't wanna be a part of this intervention?

Mom didn't think that you wanted to see her.

Oh, I don't.

Is there any way that you could just move past

-whatever it is that... -Whatever it is?

Amy, you don't have a fucking idea what you're talking about.

You had a different dad.

You grew up in a different house.

Okay, so why are you still mad at me about that?

Mom had an affair. Sorry.

She had an affair. She had me.

I know that it sucked for you, but it also sucked for me...

I got pregnant when I was 14.

You didn't know?

No.

Dad kicked me out of the house

and Mom said she didn't want anything to do with me.

So, I... I didn't get any pears then.

Amy, I'm not interested in being your sister.

And I don't wanna pretend like I give a fuck

what happens in your life, because I don't.

I really don't.

And I want you to leave.

And... and I'd like you to take these pears.

Take the pears!

You did so well.

You made him so happy.

Who are you?

♪ And I would do anything for love ♪

♪ I'd run right into hell and back ♪

-Louder! -Suck my dick.

♪ Do anything for love ♪

♪ I'll never lie to you and that's a fact ♪

Come on!

♪ But I'll never forget the way you feel right now ♪

♪ Oh no, no way ♪

♪ And I would do anything for love ♪

♪ But I won't do that ♪

♪ Ha-ha, no, I won't do that ♪

Whoo!

How'd you find me?

I'm in the FBI.

For now.

You like my shirt?

I'm gonna be retired soon.

I'm gonna wear this every day.

-Mm. -No bra, baby. Hangin' loose.

My babies swinging back and forth like they just don't care.

Alright.

What do you know about a trafficker called Big Man?

Good. You're using me.

That's what I was trying to tell you.

That's what we do.

-Where'd his name come from? -Catherine.

This is Isabel Luna's daughter, Elena,

the baby she surrendered a couple days before she died.

Catherine said she'd talk to us if we could help her.

It's the one thing she asked for.

Oh, so when she's not murdering people, she cares about kids.

I don't know, she cares about this kid.

She said Elena was on the street with Big Man.

Has he come across your desk?

Yeah, at different times. He, um...

-Uh... -Here.

I'm fine.

He was operating out of the Bronx.

Hm.

'Cause I searched her face and I got this.

Good. We can geolocate where that was posted.

I already did that.

I got an address for a motel in the Bronx.

So what, we try to pick up this kid,

and you think that gets Catherine now?

You wanna use her?

Isn't that what we do?

Wait.

Are you asking me to sit with you in a cold car

in front of a motel in the Bronx all fucking night?

Yeah.

Okay. But I might have to sing.

They buried Isabel at Hart Island.

Yeah. That's where they all go.

The Jane Does.

Three, four graves deep.

How did Catherine keep track of the girl over the years?

-The woman she knew at the shelter? -Yeah.

And then Elena got involved with Big Man

and Catherine tried to get her away from him.

But Elena ended back on the street.

Doing exactly what Isabel did.

Yeah.

And Catherine tried to get Elena out.

But...

I think she didn't know how to take care of her.

Did you like her?

Catherine at the shelter, did you like talking to her?

She's a suspect.

Something's different when you talk about her.

Nothing's different.

I've raided this place before.

A couple times.

I used to get jumpy before we'd go in.

I was always the smallest one and I didn't know

what was on the other side of the door.

You got scared?

Did I fucking say scared? We don't get scared.

We can kill men with our bare hands.

-Okay, fine. -I said jumpy.

-What did you do? -I uh...

I pretended I was growing wings.

-W-What kind of wings? -Like big muscular wings.

Right out of my back.

And when we started running, I told myself I was flying.

I was a winged fury

flying through the night sky with a flaming whip.

You go inside one of these places and...

see the things you have to see, you can't stay human.

You have to become something else.

A creature from a different world.

That's why I drink, you know.

I don't wanna lose my wings.

When I said you were soft...

You were right.

Okay, here we go.

Who's that? Is that her?

Yeah.

She's right there, look.

She's got Mira Charles' backpack.

What's the fucking problem? I know where the room is.

-The red backpack. -Why the fuck are you yelling at me?

-Have you lost your fucking mind? -Shit. Okay.

Special Agent, you brought me all the way up here.

What's the plan?

Hey.

Elena? FBI.

-FBI! -Shit.

-Goddamn it! -Elena! Hey!

Goddamn it!

Should've worn a bra.

Alice!

Elena, put your fucking hands in the air.

I just want to talk.

-Fuck you! -You fucking...

You wanna go with me to the FBI right now

and get chained to a fucking wall?

Alright, Elena, we're gonna need you to calm the fuck down.

How do you know my name?

-Catherine told me. -When did you talk to Catherine?

How do you contact her?

How do you contact her?

Sh-She left me a burner phone.

In this bag?

Yeah.

-You spoke to her last night? -I... I...

Where is she?

-I don't fucking know. -You don't know?

Okay.

Let's try something else.

You know who Isabel is? Who's Isabel?

My sister.

Is that what Catherine told you?

-Yeah. -She lied to you.

Isabel was your mom.

-Why did Catherine lie to you? -She didn't lie to me.

This is the truth.

Your mom was 15 and she left you at a shelter

when you were a couple days old, in a box.

She fucking left you,

and Catherine was with her when she did it.

-Take it easy. -So you owe Catherine nothing.

She did nothing to help you.

She couldn't take care of you.

-She sent you right back onto the street. -Shut the fuck up.

Why do you wanna help her? Why do you wanna protect her?

She did nothing to protect you. You don't need her.

You don't fucking need anyone.

That's how you're gonna get through this, okay?

You do what you need to do

to get through this.

So I'm gonna dial her number right now.

-No. -Yes.

And you're gonna tell her to meet you here.

Run!

Wait, wait!

Leave her! We need backup!

Elena, don't move!

Elena, I said freeze!

Don't move.

Did you see it?

Did you get the evidence off the laptop?

No. Everything was deleted.

It was scrubbed and you can't remember anything.

No, he put it on a flash drive, Al... Alden.

-He put it... -There's no flash drive.

You have nothing to offer them.

No one wants to help you. There's no deal.

And no one gives a fuck about Isabel.

So you're gonna die in jail

and Jay Easton is gonna die in his bed.

No.

What would you do if I let you go?

Where would you go?

What the fuck is this?

Would you go to Jay Easton's house in Connecticut?

I think you'd take the black car downstairs

with the doors open and go right there.

Right?

Don't move! Freeze!

-What the fuck? -Cat!

Come back here!

Alice, where are you?

Hey! Hey!

What are you...

-What are you doing? -You don't know.

You just saw me run to my car and leave.

-What are you fucking doing? -I'm going after her.

She said she's going to Jay Easton's house.

So maybe we arrest her there

-and then we search his house. -What?

Search incident to arrest, baby!

We're gonna search his whole fucking house!

I got my wings.

Oh, my God.

Multiple bruises.

A vaginal hemorrhage.

How the hell was this ruled accidental?

Don't yell at me. I wasn't here in 2012.

What's the big deal? Isn't the COD an overdose?

Yeah, well, everything else was written off as lifestyle.

Pro's a pro.

She was 15.

Well, at least she got a full autopsy.

Let me see.

They took fiber samples,

but she was in that river for a long time.

What about fingernail scrapings?

There was trace amounts of blood and skin tissue.

-Enough to test? -Sure, but against what?

Caleb Easton.

-It's a DOA we brought in... -Yeah, I did his autopsy.

Who's this coming from?

Straight from the top. Marty won't shut up about it.

-Mm-hmm. -He's become very passionate

about solving cold cases involving sex workers in his old age.

He even said to me this morning, "Danny, I can't sleep

until I've gotten justice for every single one of these girls."

Mm, I've missed all your bullshit.

-Let me see what I can do. -Thanks, Kevin.

-It's Danny. -Danny, you have to come get me.

What? Where are you?

Alice is gonna try and arrest Catherine at Jay Easton's house.

It's a big fucking mess.

-What the fuck are you talking about? -We have to get there

and I can't, I...

I can't drive. I've been drinking.

What? Jesus.

River Road Motor Inn in the Bronx.

Yeah.

I'm not here to fight.

-What the fuck are you doing? -It's come to my attention

that... that you might have withheld some evidence

that you were given when you were questioning a witness.

-Get the fuck outta my car. -Now, I just wanna talk.

Danny, I'm serious. You could lose your job.

What did you take out of the seat of that wheelchair?

It was small enough to hide in your hand.

What... what was it? Was it a... a flash drive?

I'm gonna need you to give me that, Danny.

I don't know what the fuck you're talking about.

Yeah, okay.

Look, you don't wanna be involved in this, I promise you that.

And you play this right,

you could get a lot. What do you want?

Let's talk, that... that's all I'm saying. Let's just have a conversation.

Mm. Is that how this happens?

We have a couple conversations and then we have some more conversations?

Listen to me. You don't wanna fight me on this.

-Where is it? -What is it? Money?

What is it? Power?

Fuck.

Are you on one of those videos?

Where is it?

What the fuck you gonna do to me, huh?

You gonna get me fired? Huh? Throw me down a flight of stairs?

There ain't much you can take away from me.

So, I don't know what's gonna do it, Ed.

Your son's name is William.

You moved him to a home.

What happened there? What, you can't take care of your own kid?

Danny?

Dan...

Hey! Don't!

Hey Shirley, get me Marty Fontenesca ASAP.

What?

What's going on?

initial defeat, the first cheery news

from the front lines reached American citizens

when Doolittle raided Tokyo,

to be followed by the successes of our Navy in the Solomon...

You take it.

Hello? Ed?

Where's Jay?

Uh, Dad's exhausted.

-He's not feeling well. -The girl got away.

She stole a car and she's headed to your house.

I can't hear the television.

I don't have all the information. I'm still catching up.

It... it wasn't planned.

What do you... what do you mean it wasn't planned?

If they arrest her at your house, they can search your house.

Is everything gone? Hard drives? Phones?

Yes, I... I got rid of everything last week.

Can you keep your voice down?

They're coming to search the house.

Women on the home front

also did their part in the all-out effort.

You gave me everything, right?

What?

What did he say?

Oh, my God.

Fuck!

It was just a couple. I... I need them.

Where are they? I... I got everything out of the safe.

I had more in my bedroom.

I... I put them in the big safe.

Did you change the code?

I need them. Don't take them.

We talked about this. I explained the situation.

Now, they're coming and I've got to figure out

how to get rid of them.

What is the code of the safe?

-What is the code? Tell me the code. -I need them.

Tell me the code!

It's your birthday.

You couldn't do this one thing for me?

You can't be without that stuff for one fucking moment?

How dare you...

speak to me like that.

Apologize.

Apologize to me.

Apologize!

I'm sorry.

I do not give a fuck what you think about me.

There's never been a moment in my life

when I cared what you think about me.

Do you understand that?

-Oh, yes. -No one is going to do...

a fucking thing to me.

What can they do to me?

-To me. -What?

What can they do to me?

I don't get to die.

No.

You get to live.

With my money.

Don't cry.

Oh, you look so old when you do that.

Please.

Please don't take them.

I need my tools.

I'll have to get a tote.

The cops at the motel know what happened,

so now everyone's gonna know.

A whole fucking cavalry's headed out there.

FBI?

I thought Ed kicked this case back to the NYPD.

You think he gives a shit? We just need to get there first.

Can you get that?

-Hello? -Danny?

It's me, what's up? What'd you find?

Marty said no.

He said he was gonna talk to you.

-You in trouble? -Probably.

-What did you do? -Fuck Marty.

Come on, Danny. You don't think I have your back?

I ran it before I asked Marty.

-Great. Great. -Ran what?

-What... what do you got? -The sample was degraded,

but I ran an STR comparison

against blood evidence from Caleb Easton's crime scene.

The alleles match 24%.

It's too close for random coincidence.

Can you just tell me what that means?

A sibling.

The DNA under Isabel Luna's fingernails

was a sibling of Caleb Easton.

That line up with what you're looking for?

♪ Yellow diamonds in the light ♪

♪ And we're standin' side by side ♪

♪ As your shadow crosses mine ♪

♪ What it takes... ♪

Catherine...

♪ Shine a light through an open door ♪

♪ Love and life, I will divide ♪

♪ Turn away 'cause I need you more ♪

♪ Feel the heartbeat in my mind ♪

♪ It's the way I'm feeling ♪

♪ I just can't deny ♪

♪ But I've gotta let it go ♪

♪ We found love in a hopeless place ♪

♪ We found love in a hopeless place ♪

♪ Yellow diamonds in the light ♪

♪ And we're standing side by side ♪

♪ As your shadow crosses mine... ♪