All language subtitles for Nancy.Drew.2019.S04E06.The.Web.of.Yesterdays.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP5.1.H.264-NTb[eztv.re].srt - eng(2)

We are chipping away
at the marble, people.

Supernatural-coverup-sludge-
vomiting bodies

left behind teeth
with mystical symbols.

Those teeth led us
to the Roundel artifact.

The Roundel artifact
led us to...

the terrifying creature
in the woods.

You're killing my flow.

Yeah, I'm trying
to focus here, Nancy.

Ergo, the creature is the key
to solving the whole shebang.

And that is how you put
the "I" in NDI.

What's that?

She's working on her catchphrase

for Career Day
at the high school.

Oh, Nancy was invited
to Career Day?

I haven't heard
more than six times.

It's exciting.

I am inspiring
the next generation.

But first things first.

We need a solid rendering

of our creature
for an image search.

Ready?

Show your work.

Okay, I'm no Picasso,

but I know that it did not
have hearts for eyes.

Well, my eyes were closed,

and, you know,
I wanted it to, so...

Ace texted his from the morgue.

Yeah, he doesn't have
much time to doodle.

Are you two in touch?

No, not since the night
we saw that creature.

But-but we're in a good place.

Hey, now you can date.

What? No. No, still no.

Not on the agenda.

Keep an eye on the Roundel.

If it spins, that means monster.

We'll finish this
this afternoon.

I'm off to shape
hearts and minds.

Connor, you okay?

You look like you
were up all night.

Because I was.

Lily wakes me up,

says she heard something
getting into our trash cans.

Oh, Lily. Again?

I go out back and there's this
little, furry, four-legged thing

on my trash can,
looking right at me.

It saw you in your pajamas?

So I chased the little pirate
round the garden.

Right when I think I got him,
he scurries through my legs.

I go upstairs,

I go to bed.

Half hour later? It's back.

- What do you think it was?
- I don't know.

I got a picture of the little
bastard on my doorbell cam.

Here. I sent it to you.

I'm bringing formaldehyde
home with me tonight.

Liquid pest control.

Little bastard's mine.

It's a ferret.

Connor, your pirate's a ferret.

Hello, Chunky Velez.

Why do they have
to say it so mean?

"You've been served."

It's a cease and desist letter
from a lawyer

for a group called
Families for Truth in History.

Yeah, and you know what they
want ceased and desisted?

The Historical Society.
And everything we do there.

I've heard of this group.

You've met one
of its newest members.

Who? Aaron?

The wanker PTA president?

The one who told me
not to teach kids

about the town's
supernatural history?

Carson, he threatened
to go to the police.

Well, looks like
he did this instead.

We'll need to respond.

Yes, with some mild
but pointed heckling.

No. We need to be measured.

This group is way out of line,

but they have the ear
of a lot of citizens.

I'll draft a letter
and have George deliver it.

We'll stay rational,
above the fray,

and stop them in their tracks.

Yeah.

Solving mysteries is my passion,

and now it's my business.

And that's how you put
the "I" in NDI.

I'm happy to answer any
questions about my past cases.

Like the, uh,
the Rose Turnbull kidnapping,

the perfume heist,

the Frozen Hearts Killer...

Are-are you the one my uncle
hired to find his pet ferret?

Yes. Uh, Chunky.
That's one of my...

You're chasing a ferret? Why?

Is it part of a smuggling ring,
or did it witness a murder?

No, both of those are unlikely.

Did-did you find the ferret?

No. Not yet.

But I have come close...

As someone who catches critters
for a living,

let me just say,
it's a lot harder than it looks.

Uh, Tristan Glass, lobsterman.

Sorry. I interrupted. Carry on.

Anyway...

Have you ever caught a shark?

Me? No. Well, not on purpose.

But, uh, about a year ago,
I'm pulling up my trap,

and it's stuck, right?

So I lean over the boat
to see what's what

and I'm face-to-teeth
with a 14-foot great white

just chewing on my line.

Whoa. That's amazing.

Do you have a scar?

Uh, actually, yeah, uh,

but that's nothing compared
to this other scar I got...

Hey, I feel like I stole
your thunder back there.

- I-I'm sorry.
- No, it's fine,

Seafaring Adventurer.

Yeah, I know.

But I was intimidated
sitting up there with you.

Why?

Because you're you.

And cool things happen
to you all the time.

Trust me, they're not that cool.

Yeah? What about the foot chase
in the harbor?

Also, you live in a castle.

It's not a castle, it's a hall.

And you showed up
to secretly borrow

mysterious relics
of my parents', twice.

- Once in handcuffs.
- That's what this is about.

I told you, I will find
a replacement for...

the irreplaceable stomach pump.

That wasn't my point.

Look, I am not looking
to add any more fuel

to the feud between my father
and your parents, okay?

What's this...

...weird art project?

Or it's a party.

Anyway, exit's this way.

Doesn't sound like an exit to me.

What is happening here?

Are those bell-bottoms?

We got to go back. Now.

1972?

Okay, can we agree?

Cool things happen to you
all the time.

♪ ♪

Today's special. Turkey club.

Is that toasted?

- Dude, you don't have to keep doing this.
- Hmm.

I like to know you've talked to
the living at least once a day.

- What's all this?
- Check it out.

I've got a line on Chunky Velez.

He was in Connor's yard
last night.

I'm scanning socials
for more sightings,

and I'm analyzing his scat.

Hmm.

So many questions.

Yep.

Well, I found the smoking gun.

There's an abundance of
radishes in this ferret's diet.

You know what restaurant
just tossed

a gross of spoiled radishes?

The Claw.

True. Hmm.

Yeah, Chunky is the ferret
Nancy's looking for, right?

Is it?

I'm just trying to help Connor.

Boss needs his sleep.

If it helps Nancy,
all the better.

Think she's busy.
Take this off her plate.

Think that's a good idea?

Taking stuff off her plate
right now?

I don't see why not.

I mean...

I used to do that all the time.

We're good.

So, what do you say?

Want to help?

Uh...

Let's go find a ferret.

- Yeah.
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, for the road, for the road.

Mm-hmm.

It's not time travel.

Time travel doesn't exist.

Trust me, I've had this argument
with my friend Tom Swift.

What do you think this is, then?

Bobby and Stacy, about time.

While you were making out
in the parking lot,

we did all the hard work.

Hey, guys! No!

Don't put that there!

We're in a precisely
detailed replica of reality.

We're anchored
to Bobby and Stacy.

So when anyone looks at us,
that's who they see.

So, we don't know
if any of this is real.

Are we stuck here, then?

Well, there's always a way out.

We just need to look for clues
that point home.

Because it's not
through that wall.

Stace, Bobby,
daylight's wasting.

What are we doing?

Uh, helping decorate
for the prom.

Oh, that's too sad to fathom.

But your deliverance
has arrived.

My parents have been gone
for half an hour.

Pre-prom bash starts now.

My place. Let's split.

Sorry, we're not interested.

In a party?

That's hilarious. Since when?

We're busy looking
for something.

Though we may find what
we're looking for at the party.

Oh, you will.

Has 118 River Heights
ever let you down?

Sold. Let's go to that party.

Deal. I will see you there.

118 River Heights Drive
is my house.

Last time I got stuck
in an alternate reality,

that's how I found my way out.

There was a last time?

My grandparents bought
this house in the '80s.

It must've been
from Keith's family.

This is a pretty accurate 1972.

The question is: do we assume
that whatever happens to us here

actually happened to
Stacy and Bobby in real life?

Another question:
you grew up with that rug?

Oh, God, no.

They ripped it out.
Look, let's split up.

You find out what you can
about Bobby and Stacy.

I will look for clues
that point home.

Groovy.

Did you hear about Molly Segal?

She says she's gonna be
in pre-med.

Why shouldn't Molly
be in pre-med?

She's taking a slot away
from a guy,

who won't quit after a year to
get married and have children.

What a waste.
It's bad for medicine.

Are you kidding me?

N-No one here
really believes that, right?

Stace, talk to you for a second?

Get another drink, man.
I think you need it.

You're welcome.

Did you hear what that guy said
about women and medicine?

God, get me back to reality.

Yes. You get it.

None of this is real.

And we're looking for a way
to get back to it, right?

Yeah, I am. We are.

Okay. Keep this quiet,

but I found it.

A-A doorway to reality.

You interested?

You're gonna want
to be sitting for this.

I'm good here.

Have you done spider eggs yet?

I... have not, and that
will always be true.

Oh, anything from
the Earth is safe.

I think you've been misinformed.

Hi.

Just gonna take one.

I've done herbs,

cane toad secretions, mushrooms,

but, you know, I hear there's
nothing like spider eggs

if you want the path
back to reality.

- They say...
- No. Pass.

- Hard pass.
- Here, here. Just try it.

- Ah!
- Oh!

♪ ♪

What the hell?

Oh. Oh!

What happened?

You got a bad egg.

They mostly just induce
hallucinations.

We discussed the expanding role
of consent over the years.

Let's get out of here.

Sorry you didn't get
to be the hero. Maybe next time.

I'll remain available.

Just look at the detail.

The trees,
the cracks in the pavement.

I'm thinking this
is a ghost web.

Yes, that's a real thing.

I know. Child of relic hunters.

That's dinner table
conversation.

Bess said
it's a dimensional anomaly.

A temporary replication
of a day in the past.

And you don't want to be stuck
inside when it collapses.

So, the Historical Society has a
shelf of books about ghost webs.

That place will have answers.

That's where we're going?

- Mm-hmm.
- Smart.

So, what was your prom like?

I planned to go to mine,
but missed it.

I always wondered.

Yeah, I don't know.
I didn't go, either.

You missed yours, too? Why?

It kind of fell off my radar.

My, uh...

After my mom died,
I just missed, uh...

missed a lot.

No Historical Society.

It doesn't exist yet.

The Historical Society
is like a safety net.

When you're lost
and you need a Keeper's help,

this is where you always go.

But here, it's...

When my traps come up empty,

I go back to the first place
I ever caught them.

It usually works.

Let's go back to the place
where we first showed up.

And since you never got
to go to your own...

Nancy,

will you go to the prom with me?

I have nothing to wear.

Stacy does.

Her friend Dawn told me
her dress is already paid for.

You just have all the answers,
don't you?

Not all of them, yet.

Ace. Have you heard from Nancy?

Shh. You'll scare off Chunky.

It's been hours. He's not here.

This ferret's playing chicken.

Chunky?

Tail! I see a tail! Tail!

Rope-a-doped by a ferret.

He'll be back. We'll wait.

Wait? No. No, no.

He's gone. We lost him.

And sooner or later
he will be back,

- so we're gonna wait it out.
- For how long?

As long as it takes.

That's how long we wait.

We wait as long as it takes.

I'm gonna grab a soda.

He used the doorknob.

Make mine a double.

Thanks.

You know, sometimes a ferret's
just a ferret.

But not this time.

So what's up?

Thought if I could do
this one thing for Nancy,

help her out,

it'd mean that we could
find a way back to...

how we were before everything,

when it was friendship.

Nothing more.

I see that.

But maybe you're looking
in the wrong direction.

Is that ever what it was?

Friendship and nothing more?

Whatever it was, or could be...

...it's like that ferret.

It's out there,
it's just out of reach.

Hey. Did Nancy check in
with you?

What is it?

Did they read Carson's response?

No.
Because I did not deliver it.

Look, Bess, I wanted to.

But I was on my way
to their lawyer's office

and I couldn't help myself.

I took a look and...

This is
a very measured response.

Too measured.
"We respectfully disagree"?

"If you'd like to
continue the conversation"?

Bess Marvin, do you
respectfully disagree

with the
Families For Truth in History?

Not respectfully, no.

No. We wholeheartedly disagree.

And is this a conversation
that we would like to continue?

Absolutely not.

Not.

But we do need to respond,
don't we?

Yes, we will respond.

You type.

Dear closed-minded bigots...

Maybe dial it down a skosh?

Most ghost webs don't last long.

If this one collapses
before we get out,

that's it for us.

Tristan?

You haven't said anything
since we left the dress shop.

Are you okay?

Just wondering how I got
through life without ruffles.

I can see why Stacy
had to make the first move.

Aw, I'm happy for her.

She looks great.

She looks amazing.

If you see Dawn, be supportive.
She's bummed.

She bought a silver dress
only to learn

the prom would be space-themed,
filled with silver streamers.

Silver streamers.

Silver streamers
brought us here.

If there's a hole in the web,

it's got to be behind
one of them.

You start over there,
I'll start over here.

- Ah.
- You okay?

Oh, Bobby and Stacy. Whoo!

We're good.
We don't need pictures.

It's the prom.
Think of the yearbook.

Bobby and Stacy won't
be in the yearbook?

It's for the yearbook, Stace.

Make it quick.

A little closer together,
closer.

Pretend you like each other.

Bobby, take Stacy's hand,
come on.

Perfect.

"Perfect."

♪ ♪

♪ Whoa ♪

I feel like I've checked
every silver streamer

and there are no holes
in the web.

Did you have any luck?

No luck, but I did get punch.

Saw you were...

looking at the dance floor.

Oh. Yeah.

I was searching for... clues,

for ghost web exits.

- Uh-huh. On the dance floor.
- Mm-hmm.

You know Bobby and Stacy
probably danced, so...

- if you think that would help...
- Doubtful.

Okay. Well, I think I have to.

You think you have to dance?

Bobby definitely danced.
So, to protect his rep...

I'll be back.

♪ So if you take me, baby ♪

♪ We will be such fine company ♪

♪ You know that your love ♪

♪ Is like a violin ♪

♪ Baby when you kiss me,
yeah, the music begins ♪

♪ Oh, yeah, you know your love ♪

♪ Baby, you know your love ♪

♪ Oh, you know... ♪

I had no choice.

You're killing Bobby's rep.

Uh-huh.

♪ ♪

I have a question.

♪ Ooh... ♪

Have you always want to be
a seafaring adventurer?

- Since I was six.
- Hmm.

My grandfather took me
fishing every summer,

and it just stuck.

It wasn't even
about what I catch, it's...

Just love being out there
on the boat.

No one can reach me there.

♪ You're such a lucky guy... ♪

It gives me a break
from the world.

Why do you need a break?

Honestly?

Right now I can't think
of a single reason.

♪ But it was just
my imagination ♪

♪ Once again ♪

♪ Runnin' away with me ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ It was
just my imagination... ♪

Tristan, look.

They're moving.

Like the ones we walked through.

That's the hole in the web.

Hurry.

Let's go.

Nancy!

You okay? Take my hand.

My hand, Nancy!

No, no, no! No! Tristan!

Nancy!

Have a great day, Neptunes.

Social Media Club will
meet in the computer lab.

Hey, Carson.

You rewrote my response?

I just had the pleasure of
listening to opposing counsel

quote my response to him
verbatim and guess what?

It wasn't my response!

Look, I didn't intend
to embarrass you...

Embarrassment is the least of
my concerns here. Do you have

any idea how inappropriate,
inflammatory

and unprofessional
what you did was?

Your response was weak,
Carson, okay?

If you're civil with bullies,
you get your ass handed to you.

I know it.
You have to shut it down.

Our client agrees.

Not our client. My client.

It's called bad faith, George.

Practicing law
is putting out fires.

Not lighting them.

What?

Bess, what are you doing?

Don't ask me. Nick said
something about an exterminator?

Wait, any word from Carson?

I need help.

Nancy's in trouble.

At Career Day?
What are you wearing?

We got stuck at a prom
in the high school gym.

We-we found an exit
but Nancy got pulled back in.

- You and Nancy went to a prom?
- Together?

- Is it even prom season?
- No.

And Nancy's stuck
at a prom in 1972.

Oh.

- That makes sense.
- You should've just led with that.

Tell us everything.

It's called a ghost web.
It's a dimensional anomaly.

Well, Nancy said that.

Like a perfect copy
of a day in the past.

A ghost web
is built by an entity

that can marshal
enormous amounts of energy.

- And why?
- Please don't say "to hunt."

Well, why else build a trap?

I've been studying
ghost frequencies.

Nick, that camera that we used
to see the Wraith?

If you can repurpose it,

we'll use it to find the entity

and then harness its power
to get into the ghost web.

- Okay, we'll start at the high school.
- It'll be there.

Whatever powers the ghost web
can't be too far from it.

It's like Wi-Fi.

It'll be near the spot
that Nancy and Tristan entered.

The hallway near
the front entrance.

- Mm-hmm.
- Ah, I know it well.

I was once sent home
from that very corridor

for wearing a "grossly
inappropriate crop-top."

Okay, you two take
the high school.

Tristan's with me.

We're gonna build
a door to 1972.

Okay.

"Portals And Portholes, Volume II."

Is this an instruction manual?

Yeah, I wish.

Still, this could
get us to Nancy?

If we can identify the entity,

I can tune this device
to its frequency,

project a window through
a complex supernatural paste

which will temporarily allow us

to break through the ghost web,
find Nancy and get her out.

Theoretically.

It's only a theory
until it works.

But, you know, have some faith.

Nancy's been through worse,
right? And made it back?

She has. And she will.

I promise.

I'll look into Bobby and Stacy.
They're at the center of this.

Yes. Um,

all of our older newspapers
are on microfiche.

Over there.

You and Nancy talked a lot.

She's easy to talk to.

Hmm.

Is that it? Did it even work?

It works.
When it sees a ghost...

...we'll see a ghost.

Okay...

Hold up.

Oh, that's Ace. Take over?

Yeah.

Hey.

Yeah, we're here.

Yeah, it's all hands on deck.

Whoa!

Holy hell!

- You okay?
- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Just take a picture. Go, go.

Huh.

I think we found
the power source.

So, you went to
a ghost web prom together.

And how'd you ask her?

I was just trying
to cheer her up in the moment.

Oh.

We'll get her out, okay?

But tell me that ghost web tux
looked better in 1972.

Tristan?

Come.

What is it?

"Promgoer Stacy Adkin's body

was found in a blood-splattered
hallway after prom night."

What is that stuff?

A substitute
for the power source.

Bess used the last bit
she could find.

- It's pretty unstable.
- Unstable?

- Don't sneeze.
- Dude.

Deadly eastern Australian ghost spider.

That's what built
this ghost web.

People used to get
its eggs mixed up

with the hallucinogenic
Himalayan orb-weaver.

And you wanted us to catch that?

I still do. We might need it.

Can you make more paste?

It'll take six months.

Hey, the movie's starting.

Is that...?

A hole in the web.
A very temporary one.

And this paste isn't venom.

But it will only last
four minutes, tops.

- Well, then we have to go now.
- There is no "we."

No, this door
has just enough juice

to pull one person through.

More than one
and it will collapse.

- Okay, I'm going.
- No, Ace.

Tristan is going.

He's been there before.

I'll bring her back.

I know the layout.
I saw the trap.

I'll do my best to keep it open

as long as possible,
but the power source is limited.

I don't know if I can get
you both... back through.

Dammit.

Okay.

Me and Nick will
keep the portal stable.

You two find that spider.

Okay.

Wait, so, I'm curious...
they went to prom together?

Let's try to not let them
die there, Ace.

Ooh, I got a real
freaky web over here.

I think it died.

Must be why
we can see its web now.

Don't some spiders
die after they mate?

What do we think? Venom?

It feels like my insides
are ripping apart. I can't move.

It's okay. You don't need to.

Hurry up, Tristan!

Bess!

One can of venom, no ice!

It's closing! Hurry!

Go, go.

No, Tristan!

Oh, thank you.

So, how was everyone else's day?

So you're saying Stacy gave birth

to that ghost spider 48 years ago?

They prefer human hosts.

Yay us, I guess.

And it gets so much weirder.

Okay, I need you
to explain this to me

like I went to some
liberal arts school.

So, ghost spiders
construct their webs

to replicate the day
that they were created.

So, in 1972,

it must have hatched from Stacy
and then killed her.

They do that.

Beautiful animal.
Not sad it died.

Yeah, but there's more.

Bobby found Stacy
after the event

and the spider took Bobby
as a snack.

Ooh. "Bobby's partially devoured body

was found in the high school
air ducts two days after prom."

Tell me when
the gross part's over.

"Authorities say it was some
crazed cannibal killer."

Hmm. '70s.

So, after the spider
killed Bobby and Stacy,

it must have scuttled up
to a corner of the school

where it spent the next several
decades building its trap.

And then it just waited
for its perfect victim.

So, of all the people that
have walked down those halls,

Tristan and I were
the perfect victims?

What is it about us that
screamed "spider dessert"?

I think it was you
more than Tristan.

The spider eggs stored
behind the bedroom wall?

For 19 years,
that was your bedroom.

You must've smelled familiar
to it. Like home.

Way to attract the arachnids.

Nancy?

What is it?

She spit up blood.

Something's trying to get out.

h, my God.

I knew it.
The ghost spider wasn't hungry,

he was ready to reproduce.

All right, I'm on my way.

I'll bring supplies.

I'm sorry.

It's padlocked.

What? No.

George, is this
because of our response?

Wait. We're locked out?

Not for long. Hold her.

Okay.

Uh...

Okay.

- Come on, Nancy.
- Here we go.

Quartz scalpel,
clove anesthetic.

- Heads up, Nick.
- What's this?

The manual.

I don't know
that I'm ready for this.

Hey, hey, Bess, knows
exactly what she's doing, okay?

Hey, look at me, right here.

The incision will heal
immediately. I promise.

- I can't do it, I can't do it.
- Hey, if we do nothing,

this spider will keep growing
until it kills you.

Okay? Trust me.

You can do this, okay?

George, tools.

- Here.
- Nick, read.

Uh, okay, uh, "Make a,

make a horizontal incision
above the navel."

Uh, "Next, extract the...

the-the sac"?

All right.

Bess?

Whoa! Gosh!

Nick? Next step, please.

No... There are no more steps.

It's okay, Nancy.

The incision's healed.
You're going to be okay.

Well, that's it,
it's over, right?

It's not over.

Whoa, that's a lot bigger
than you said it would be.

- Ace!
- Come on.

I got it!

Sorry I was late.

Oh, my gosh.

Someone must've noticed we broke in.

I think that's my ride.

Wake Nancy up.
Go out the back door.

Wake up, we gotta go.

Hey, hey. Let's go.

Look out. Watch her head, okay?

We gotta go, they're coming.

Weasel trap was a loaner.

I left it behind
the dry storage.

No ferret, but you...

you really came through
for Nancy.

Dude, you came through for me.

How you feeling?

For the first time
in a while, pretty good.

Nancy and I had
a moment back there,

realized what we have
and always will.

Tomorrow?
We go out for lunch.

I know a great seafood place.
I used to work there.

All right.

Still waiting on Carson?

His meeting with Chief Lovett's
going so long.

Breaking and entering,
what's there to discuss?

She either reduces it or not.

What you did was right.
Don't forget it.

And here he is...

Hey. What happened?
Should I sit?

I can't talk for long.
I've got a client meeting.

Um, I'm your client.

Not anymore.
Your charges were dismissed.

- Wait. Really?
- Mm-hmm.

Oh, you're a miracle worker.
How did you do it?

I didn't.

Bess went to the police

and confessed to breaking into
the Historical Society.

She said she acted alone
and that you were only there

to try and talk her out of it.

Bess, why would you do that?

Because you've worked so hard.

And you can't become a lawyer

with a criminal charge
on your record.

So, you need to stay
in the fight.

But you could get deported
if you're convicted.

I've got a good lawyer.

Carson, I know
I'm still learning.

And I know that your answer
is probably no

after what I did today,

but will you please let me
help you defend Bess?

I'm counting on it.

Ryan, I will return
your car vacuum.

Why'd you take my car vacuum?

Because I needed to clean up
some stuff in my old bedroom.

What stuff? Where's the stuff?

-Behind the wall.
-What... What?

Trust me.
You do not want to know.

- Why?
- Because...

Hello?

-I got to go.
-Hey, no, I...

-Bye.
-Are you...

Okay. This is...

Yeah, I know.

It sounded like a good idea
an hour ago.

It's a rental.

And it gets worse.

Thank you for these.

And for getting me home.

How are you feeling?

I am feeling... lucky.

Keep thinking about Stacy,
you know?

Why I lived and she died.

You know, if it had been
only a year later,

there would have been
a Historical Society for her.

With the same resources
that I had.

Sh-She must've been so afraid
in that hallway, all alone.

Were you afraid?

Of course.

But then...

...you came back.

I guess that we can no longer
say we've never been to prom.

You want to hear
something stupid?

Mm-hmm.

I can't get that song
out of my head.

The one we danced to.

I actually...

I downloaded it.

I mean, we never did get
to hear the end of it.

How long do you have
the tux for?

There's a three-hour minimum.

So we have time.

♪ ♪

♪ Ooh... ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Each day through my window ♪

♪ I watch her as she passes by ♪

♪ I say to myself ♪

♪ "You're such a lucky guy" ♪

Okay.

Here we go.

♪ Is truly a dream come true ♪

You're free!

♪ Out of all the fellows... ♪

Come on. Come on.

Mother...

ferret, that hurt.

♪ But it was just
my imagination ♪

♪ Once again,
runnin' away with me ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ It was just my imagination ♪

♪ Runnin' away with me... ♪

Did you hear something?

♪ Just my imagination... ♪

Not a thing.

♪ Once again,
runnin' away with me ♪

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ It was just my imagination ♪

♪ Runnin' away with me. ♪