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I think it was Margaret Atwood

who said that women's biggest fear

is that men will kill them.

Men's worst fear about women?

Being laughed at.

I had both.

OK, Ms. Kettle.

One-thirty over eighty-five is still good.

but we're going to need to see more movement with the weight

if you want to have that surgery.

I've been pretty religious with my program.

Well, you might want to try a new religion.

Vibrating belt machine, green tea diet,

hot yoga, chia seeds, raw foods, sweat cure...

fasting, meditation, Herbalife,

sleep cure, paleo diet, journaling, acupuncture,

fat blockers, hypnotism--

I tried themall,

including actual prayer.

The only one that almost worked,

and almost killed me--

the Baptist Weight Loss Clinic.

Hey, I know it's tough.

A lot of my patients almost starve before the weight comes off.

I've been losing slowly, I--

It's about a shock to the system.

Whatever you're doing now, try reducing another 500 calories.

That puts me under 700. A day.

Lookit, I can't authorize this surgery

unless you lose another 15 pounds.

Minimum.

Now, this story just keeps getting crazier...

and more tragic.

Seems those two men thrown to their death on the 110 freeway

were both embroiled in a rape case before their murders.

- They were among the alleged attackers... - Here you go.

...of a young girl who took her own life

by jumping in front of a speeding train.

Doesn't my insurance cover most of this?

Didn't you get the new policy?

You need to pay in full for your visits.

If you're covered, you'll get it back

when your insurance reimburses you.

It's $170 for today.

It now seems these two sad stories...

- Yeah.

...these two men's deaths may have been

an act of revenge.

In a macabre twist,

UNN has learned from a source

that Plum's credit card may be declined.

Are you sure you made your payment, hon?

What?

You got 170 smackers on that card

for a fatty appointment?

I think so.

I-I mean, on the card.

But if I don't get the money back soon

it's gonna be tight.

OK, then. Fingers crossed.

Both men were tagged with a name...

Great. So, we emailed a copy of your receipt.

- ...calling card, which read simply... - Thank you.

- "Jennifer." - Sure.

Weird, right? Like, themost harmless name.

My sister is named Jennifer.

Yeah, I guess.

The question now on the minds of law enforcement,

as well as the rest of the nation, is:

Who is Jennifer?

Would someone enlighten me?

Who uses primer?

You got your serum, your sunscreen,

your primer, thenyour foundation,

then your fixing powder and spray.

That's six layers of shit on your face

before you walk out the door.

I mean, who does that?

Hello?

Hello?

Sorry. Sorry, sorry.

I'm just-- I'm still--

I'm so impressed that she didit.

Plum! Like, and these notes.

It's like, do you need more evidence that girls need us?

Like, lookit. We ha-- Cutter. Cutter.

Exercise addict. Incest. Rape.

Rape. We got...

somuch rape.

Anyone can see our Plum has a secret rebel heart.

Ooh! I could just eat her up.

Yeah. I mean, not literally, like you,

but yes.

Whatever you're thinkin', cut it out.

You are done with her as of right now.

- But what if we could help-- - Done, dearheart.

We've already got what we needed.

And we don't know if we can trust her.

And I'm not sure she's ready for us.

OK, please just hear me out for a minute--

Let it go. Now, I know I taught you to question authority,

but not mine.

That seems a little second-wave.

- Oh, for heaven's sake. What now?

Some hideous T

Yeah, I just-- 'cause I have-- I'm late for class anyway, I think.

I don't know. I'm late for something. So, bye!

Julia. Now.

I'd been checking my emails,

but there was nothing from Kitty, thank God.

So far no one seemed to know

about my very impulsive decision to become a criminal.

All right. 700 calories a day is drastic,

but at least it's not nothing.

When I do my green tea cleanses, it's two weeks.

- Look, I know

you work your ass off, all right?

It's fine. I just want to move on.

Movin' on.

So what's been goin' on with you?

Any word from the basement lady?

Julia? Not since the other day.

No Goth Girl sightings around here, huh?

No, not a trace.

Huh. I guess that was it.

That's so weird.

Julia just wanted to tell you you're destined for greater things, that's all.

They gave you that book, and now they're done with you?

Hello?

You scared of it still?

Kind of.

I feel like it'll be opening a whole can of worms.

No. Just a book.

You don't have to read it, ya know.

But it was delivered unto me

by a goth angel.

OK, well, you get on it.

I used my triple lipid cream and my rosewater mister,

but I just can't keep the glow today.

Oh, shut up. You look fabulous.

Isn't there some new life-changing thing

I simply have to try?

Always. Nature of the beast.

True.

Everything OK, Kiki?

I mean, we never see you down here unless you're stressed.

You know... that may be why I'm dry.

You want to talk about it?

I'm here.

And I'm so grateful.

You are my rock.

My eyes and ears on the ground.

Under the ground. Ha.

- I did.

How's that goin'? Are there any leads?

Nothing. And you know how I hate not knowing things.

I do. I do.

Must be one of those crazies

who blames the media for all the world's woes.

It has to be. And what if they come after me?

I mean, I am the most recognizable face at Austen.

You know Stanly was never interested in that stuff.

You are. You are the face.

But-- and please don't take this the wrong way...

You know I'm not sensitive.

You oversee women's titles.

I mean, with everything that's goin' on,

the crazies just aren't that interested in you.

Hmm. I never thought of it that way.

What you do is vital. Soimportant.

But people don't think it's important.

So that keeps you safe, see?

Oh, my goodness.

Yes. I guess that that's reassuring.

I'd like to make more of a mark, though.

And you will. You will.

But safety-wise, you just

rest easy-- for now.

Ya hear?

Thank you, Julia.

I knew you would know what to think. You always do.

- Well, I try-- - Bring that up with you, will you?

And throw some dry shampoo in there for Eladio.

He stinks.

Do you make birthday cakes?

- Um... - I'm having a thing.

It's for my birthday.

I-- Wow. Uh--

I'm tryin' to cut back on the baking.

Oh.

It's not forever. I-- I'm just busy.

That sucks. But hey, you should still come.

- Yeah. It'll be fun.

Just, like, a few friends...

How many friends?

Just...fifty?

Uh, it's like people from school,

guys I skate with, my subway buds...

- I'm sorry. I just-- - No, no, no. Go ahead.

It almost seems quaint now...

- This is Plum. - that I was worried about

turning over those girls' email addresses to Julia.

When?

I had no idea

how small a role I was playing in Jennifer's Grand Guignol.

Oh, give it to me.

♪♪

Come on, Malleck.

Oh. OK.

Into the woods.

Jesus, this girl's...

Hey, baby, wait for Daddy.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!

Don't go too fast.

I'm not really... so much...in shape.

♪♪

Any word back from Malleck Ferguson?

I've tried everywhere. Nothing.

Malleck. Oh, he's the one who--

- Mal's a character. - Never convicted.

He's probably on a shoot.

Or at some billionaire's chalet

with a bunch of baby "models."

Leave him another message.

Tell him I want him to shoot Rihanna,

and I'll get Tim Walker if he doesn't get back to me by tomorrow.

- He'll hate that.

Dear God, no.

I wanthim to photograph her.

- Love it.

You are a wicked kitty cat.

Isn't there an unofficial boycott on Malleck?

I mean, after those models said what they heard--

- Oh, he said, she said. It's--

Rumors. You know,

the lines get blurry with creatives. Kiss kiss.

More? What am I supposed to do with all this shit?

Put it on your face?

Ohh. You're a riot.

Anything good?

Kitty got you dry shampoo.

Which is code for "You need a shower."

Showering is the new sitting,

which was the new smoking--

sobad for you.

OK, I don't even know what that sentence means.

Here. Clé de Peau.

She didn't even open the last one.

If this pretty baby turns up on eBay, it wasn't me.

Kitty seems anxious.

What do you know about these leaks?

Not much.

But the detective they got is...dreamy,

so I shouldn't complain.

Detective?

- Mm-hmm.

He's been poking around.

Hmm. Not in the way that I wish he would.

Hmm. Well, good luck with that.

I'm gonna keep a look out for this detective.

- Get an eyeful. - Do.

And the next time she wants to go shopping,

give her trial sizes, would you?

- Whoo! Hey! - Oh, my God, you scared me.

Oh. Sorry. I can't imagine what you must think of me,

like, "Who is this gawky weird girl tracking my ass

like some hunter on, like, a beaver hunting show or something."

Kitty called me into her office.

Ah. Oh, but that happens, right? So--

I was just there! It has to be about the emails!

Not necessarily. The server you sent that stuff to

- is crazy secure. - I can't believe this.

I had temporary insanity.

I don't do well with stress. I haven't been sleeping--

Is that why you take the Y?

How do you know about that?

Oh, I'm observant.

I have this freaky attention thing,

it's like ADD, sort of,

but I'm usually all over the place.

But when I care about something,

I am crazy focused, like laser-beam focused.

Listen, someone like me has a hard time finding a job.

If I lose this, if I get fired,

I lose my insurance,

and then I'm gonna be really, really not good.

OK, I'll talk to Julia.

She will wait, because she doesn't want you to suffer, OK?

In the meantime, I want you to go see someone.

Verena Baptist.

What! I told her about you, and she wants to meet.

That's ridiculous.

Oh, no, she's super-intimidating, but also a-mazing.

She will change your life.

By convincing me to stay obese.

She hurt a lot of people when she closed those clinics.

Is that what you

So, wait, did you read the book?

You just gave it to me.

And how did you know that I was on the Baptist Plan, huh?

- If you guys are hacking me-- - I didn't know.

I mean, for sure. It was just...

you know, the way you...eat.

Like the 12 Commandments of Mealtime,

um, from the program?

You know, the "always leave food on your plate,"

and "use smaller utensils" and "chew each bite 50 times"

and all that stuff, you still do them...all.

I do not.

I have video. Actually, if you want to see--

Oh, my God!

Not like scary video, just like on my phone.

Why am I even talking to you? I don't know you.

But I want you to. Know me.

I-- I am ripe for the knowing.

But why?

I don't understand why any of this is happening.

Neither did I, and then Julia found me,

like...like she found you.

People don't really see themselves, you know?

Like, some awful people think that everything they do is magic,

and then...

and then people who actually make the world a better place

think that they're pieces of shit.

But your...letters.

You know, Julia saw you through your writing,

just-- just like she saw me.

- No. God, no.

Um, I just-- I did, um--

I do, like, rants on YouTube or whatever.

But look, the point is that my-- my life was in theory,

you know? Like, I didn't actually do anything...

just like you.

No offense.

Julia knows that you and me...

we are too smart...

we are too smart for the lives that we thought we deserved.

We are special.

Or we're weak...

impressionable.

You got your attention thing, I'm...what I am.

Look...

go see Verena.

Please.

She will help you.

Oh, um, but we don't tell Julia

that I sent you?

Or, you know, that we talked or...anything, actually.

Um, I have to go. I have class, maybe. I-- I don't know.

Anyway, I gotta jet. Bye!

Pro tip: potions.

Future of beauty.

Collagen drinks that make you glow.

Well, you are glowing.

Am I?

Thank you.

So, after our last meeting,

I had this feeling. I...

can't explain it, but it gnawed at me.

Did you know that Missoni is doing a plus-size capsule collection?

- I did not. - And Temperley

is doing Big Gals for Tarzhay. Something is happening.

- Well, statistically-- - Exactly, women are getting bigger.

Especially those who work.

But you have to be absolutely fanatical

to stay under a size 2.

I never talk about this around here,

but... menopause--

peri, in my case--

you know me, always have to be first--

suddenly I had this middle.

My chef had to cut absolutely everything white out of my menu.

You can do things for the face,

the body, even the hands.

But the waist? You have to attack.

Around here you start looking like somebody's grandmother--

you're out.

Martha Stewart can get away with it, she sells hot glue guns.

But tastemakers? No.

Mark my word...

it won't happen to me.

I will not be left behind.

Sorry. What was I saying?

- Um, plus-size fashions. - Fashion Week. Yes.

Rene Tyler is doing a show for big gals at Clarkson Square,

and I want...you

to cover it.

Really?

You're our hidden resource.

You know what these people want.

Uh, wow.

Uh, that-- that is exciting.

How does that work? I go to the show--

Oh, no, they're showing it on Facebook Live.

You'll watch it there.

Oh.

I'll send one of the regular girls,

you know, just to show support.

- And I'm your hiddenresource. - Exactly.

But you'll have your very own name in the magazine.

How about that?

That is also very exciting.

Hey, Chocolate Cake.

Hey.

Hey. Hi.

On a case, huh?

Kitty told me about the hacking.

Yeah.

Any idea who did it?

Nah, I mean, I've been pulled onto something else for the last few days,

but...nothing new.

- Hmm.

OK. How are you?

Honestly, I'm... hungry.

I-I keep thinking about that chocolate cake.

I gathered that when you called me Chocolate Cake.

Yeah. Kinda tipped you off. Sorry. I don't know what I'm thinkin'.

It's not like you're gonna be carrying a piece in your purse or something.

I did actually do a bunch of baking

for a café near my place.

Really?

Chocolate cake's sold out.

Carrot cake moves slower,

but people are passionate about it. Love or hate.

Happens to be my second favorite.

- Sometimes first.

Yeah. Depends on the day.

Holy shit.

- Oh, yeah.

- Have we not established that?

You think I'd drag you to my neighborhood to feed you somebody else's cake?

It's sublime.

More coffee?

Yeah, thank you.

So, what do you think of my Plum's skills, huh?

Incredible.

Bye, Steven.

Bye.

So, is that your boyfriend?

No.

Oh. 'Cause he called you "my Plum."

No, no, he's a friend. He's a gay friend.

I-- I'm too busy for a boyfriend.

Gay, huh? It's funny, I didn't peg that.

He's right, though, you do have a gift.

It's a shame more people can't have this.

I bestow it selectively on those who deserve it.

"Bestow." I like that.

It is probably better this way.

If I could have this anytime I wanted,

I'd be as big as a house.

Not that there's anything, you know...

It's like... whatever works.

So what else do you do?

For fun.

Oh, you know, read, write.

Yeah? Cool.

So what do you-- what do you read and write?

Novels.

Um... I studied art and literature in grad school,

so I read a lot of articles for research. I write for work.

So, for fun...you work.

Sounds a little grim when you put it that way.

Not if you're happy.

Yeah.

Hey.

Sorry.

Are you happy?

I don't really think about it.

It's more about survival, you know?

Because of your work? It's dangerous?

Listen, um...

I don't want to take advantage of your hospitality, but...

if you could keep your eyes open around Austen,

that would really help me out.

'Cause tech crimes, it's not really my thing,

we're down a few men and I kinda drew the short straw on this one.

Nobody else wanted it, huh?

Yeah, I mean, it's important,

it's not like it's not criminal,

it's just not sexy, you know?

You OK?

Yeah.

Fine.

So, yeah, anyway, you know,

if you just-- if you see anything,

somebody's acting interesting,

you see something off, you let me know, yeah?

Somebody acting interesting.

God knows I couldn't be interesting.

I was only fit for writing from my sad apartment.

Not for public consumption.

But I was done with that.

I'm looking for Verena Baptist?

- This way.

...because he watches some kid on YouTube,

he thinks he's an authority on my spankin' new clit.

I paid good money for this thing.

Honey, you need to date from the community.

Girl, those guys are too earnest.

Look, I need a beast,

somebody who's gonna break mine in.

Yes, girl, somebody who's gonna bark like a dog.

Hi!

- She's here to see Verena.

I'll tell her.

Are you hungry?

No, I'm good, thank you.

Or a drink? We were just about to open another bottle of red.

- I'm fine, thank you. Really.

- Plum. Plum Kettle. No, it's not.

Are you from a children's book?

Be nice. Shall we pretend that you're not even here, dear?

- Please. - Oh, my God,

did you guys hear about that thing that happened?

The guys who were thrown out on the freeway?

Yeah. Jennifer. I'm grimly fascinated.

Yeah, I'm kinda rootin' for Jennifer.

- Verena would say so.

- She thinks it's horrible. - Both responses are appropriate,

but vigilantism

- is a slippery slope. - You are correct.

They should really only do it two...maybe four more times.

I got some names for them.

Well, there is another guy that's missing.

That photographer-- the one who did those shady pictures.

- Oh, my God, those ones

where she's tied up?

She's a porn star! What do you expect?

Uh, Terrance-- - Malleck. Ferguson.

He worked with Kitty sometimes.

Yeah, not Terrance at all. Thank you, Plum Kettle.

Yeah, that pervert guy, right?

He was like at a party, and he just disappeared, I think.

Mm-hmm.

Doesn't surprise me.

He's not well-liked.

Oh, my God, did you guys hear that Stella Cross

is putting out a line of temporary tattoos...

for the hairless pussy?

Get on it, girl. You gotta get one

that looks like a bear trap!

We don't usually talk this much about pussy before dinner.

- Oh, we absolutely do. This is a lie.

What is a lie?

Absolutely nothing of consequence, love.

Plum.

I am soglad you're here.

Leeta sent me some of your writing.

Sh

You're Kitty, right?

Some subversive ideas in there.

I did what I could.

Well, we noticed.

So, the building on the corner was a church

and a home for wayward girls.

Jake is handy, so when I acquired the building,

we expanded, but now he can't stop renovating.

- Like the Winchester Mystery House.

- Uh, it's not important. - I'll Google it.

Point is, now I have an auditorium

and no idea what to do with it.

Anyway, uh, so what did Leeta tell you about Calliope?

Is this Calliope?

Ah. So, nothing.

Yes. Our goal is to support women with bold ideas.

Women who will further our mission of fighting misogyny,

gender inequality.

I realize that sounds a little sprawling and grand.

Uh, the bottom line is, I find women who have been discounted,

abused, marginalized-- which is most of us--

and I help them form their vision for change,

then I help them act on it.

No way.

Oh. Way.

I remember these! God, from the commercials.

My mama.

Those were hers.

- Wow. - Leeta told me you were on the program.

Mm.

Quite a life Eulayla had.

[ early '60s pop music playing ]

My father was a preacher.

He fell in love, first sight,

when he saw Mother in a beauty pageant.

She won, and won again,

all the way to Miss Georgia, 1966.

My father wooed her...

and proposed after Sunday services.

She said yes.

Then Mother got heavy after she had me,

and she got desperate.

She wanted to get her stomach stapled...

But he couldn't let her take that risk.

He hired her a cook instead.

Exactly.

Food was the sin

and Mama was the sinner.

So, she ate only what was provided

and avoided temptation by never leaving the house.

No one saw her for almost a year.

People thought she might be dead.

But no.

From that day forward,

she was a symbol of hope...

for women like me.

You got it.

God and my father's plan--

mostly my father's plan--

returned her to sound mind

and a blessed size four.

They taught us all that. Eulayla's story.

Only it was a lie.

After they got rich, Mama got fat again.

But this time, the plan didn't work.

Now that there was money at stake,

my father had a change of heart about the stomach stapling.

But something went wrong.

My mother wore a diaper for the rest of her life.

But that wasn't the only complication.

She got pills to kill her appetite.

Mother started to get all her calories from vodka.

My father was disgusted.

They railed at each other.

And then came the crash.

My mother couldn't live with herself....

or him...

or me.

My parents knew the Baptist Plan didn't work.

What person can exist in that state of starvation for a lifetime?

My mother couldn't, not of her own volition.

Aren't there laws? They can't make false claims.

The tiny print that says "results not typical,"

that's all the law requires.

And when you fail,

the clinic blames you for not being superhuman

and sells you a new plan.

And that is why I closed the clinics.

So, I just happen to have...

- Try one. - I'm fine, thank you.

Mm. God.

Do you remember the first time you tasted chocolate?

Or something sweet?

No.

But you remember something.

Just what it felt like to eat something...before--

- Why do you need to know this?

I don't. You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to.

I was gonna say I-- I remember what it felt like

to eat something delicious before I knew I was too big.

The world must have been simpler.

Friendlier.

I think I was in kindergarten when I figured it out.

We were playing this kissing game,

boys chase girls,

and this chubby kid caught me.

But he wouldn't kiss me because I was a pig.

- I'm sorry, Plum.

There's no excuse for that behavior,

but you know how blind and mean some people can be.

Hmm.

How about other guys? How has that been for you?

Non-existent, pretty much.

There was one in college.

We were best friends.

We messed around a couple times when he was drunk, but--

He told me he loved me.

I thought--

What?

I thought he would be my first.

But when I made that overture,

he, uh, said he didn't remember ever making out with me.

He said he must have been in a blackout.

So--

He stopped talking to me.

That's awful. I can't imagine how painful that was for you.

It's fine.

So, have you been with anyone?

I haven't really wanted to.

It's fine. I don't really have a sex drive. It's--

I mean, I get crushes, but it's not a big deal.

Are you on medication?

It's New York. Everyone is.

I'm asking because it can wipe out your libido.

Plus a lot of other things.

I was-- I went on Y.

After the thing with the college guy.

Y is strong. It could be part of the reason

for your disinterest in sex.

But sex is a primal drive.

You deserve to be touched, to be held.

Well, I will be.

After you lose the weight?

Leeta mentioned you're having surgery in a few months.

- Yes. - OK. Well,

if we were to work together,

it wouldn't necessarily affect that.

Work together?

I have a job.

Just let me back up.

Um, remember I said I try to help people find their purpose?

I think that you could do great, meaningful work

that could help a lot of women.

- I'm sorry, this is ridiculous. - Just stay with me.

I would like to see you flourish,

and I have an idea how you might.

We'll call it the New Baptist Plan.

Which is?

Well, the first step

would be getting off the Y,

and then three or four other things,

I'll lay out the rest as we go.

Nothing you can't handle.

And when you complete the program,

I will write you a check for $20,000.

- Twenty thousand dollars. - No strings attached.

If you still want your surgery, you can use it for that.

We'll draw up a contract.

But you're hoping I won't want it.

I am hoping

that you'll make whatever decision

with your eyes open.

Surgery's risky.

But so is life. So?

- It's a lot of money. - I have a lot of money.

I like to use it productively.

Making reparations for the, um,

legacy of my parents

is a way of putting it.

I don't know.

There's no catch.

But of course, you don't have to decide right now.

But promise me you'll think about it.

What did Stanley say?

I haven't told him about the security issues.

You know how nuts he'd be.

I have to solve the problem before I tell him there is a problem.

And that is why he's a titan.

He's got you all so terrified of him.

- Stop. Please.

But I don't report to him directly,

so it's rarely relevant.

Did you see that thing on Malleck Ferguson?

- Horrible. - We've got a pool going in the news room.

I'm letting everything ride on "choked on his own vomit."

Cheryl.

Hey, what is the word in the news room?

Do they think that this Malleck thing

is connected to those Jennifer people?

It's too soon to tell,

but it's looking likely.

Extremely.

Well, it's unfortunate. He'll be missed.

All hail Jennifer!

I asked you for one thing. One.

I know. I just thought--

How dare you go against my explicit instructions?!

Verena texted me, saying she and Plum had sucha good visit.

The police are involved. Did you know that?

- No. No, I d-- - There is a detective

snooping around, and you send Plum to Verena?

I told you from the very beginning--

I didn't think that it would be--

Which is why you question every authority but me.

I am the oneauthority that you follow blindly,

or you get the hell out!

Do you understand?!

Verena's offer was crazy, obviously...

but hard to refuse.

Twenty thousand dollars

would change everything.

I knew Verena planned to change me,

turn me into a cheese-eating happy fatty

like I met at her place.

I was no fool.

No bag?

No.

But what's the worst that could happen?

Oh, that's great, honey.

Yeah. My first real assignment...

on fashion, of all things.

Well, those degrees are really pay-- Hey!

Get off there. Not on the lawn, for Christ's sake.

This is private property.

God, can you believe

they're still doing this,

after all these years?

You know, when I was little, I thought it was because of me.

What, the pictures?

Yeah. I thought they were taking pictures of me.

No.

Why in the world would you think that?

Why do you think?

Oh, baby, no.

It was Dolores Del Rio's house.

That-- we're on that map.

That's what happens in Hollywood.

I know that now.

And it's Glendale.

You're so--

I wish you could see yourself like most people do.

Well, I'm proud of you.

How was the rest of your day?

Interesting.

I had a coffee

with a guy, a detective.

Steven says he's sexy.

Really?

What do you think?

I think he's probably in it for the cake.

Don't get too excited.

I know. Why did I bring up Dominic?

It just felt good to have a story,

any story.

And the new Baptist plan? I kept that to myself.

I thought I had a grasp of the situation.

♪ I feel my mind is boiling

♪ I'm crawling up the wall

♪ ...down

♪ Oh oh oh

♪ Ooh ooh ooh

Move!

♪ Oh oh oh

♪ Ooh ooh ooh

♪ Oh oh

♪ Ooh ooh ooh

♪ Oh oh oh

[ vocalist continues indistinctly ]

I figured, try Verena's plan.

What did I have to lose?

Get a life.

That.

My life.

♪ Ooh ooh ooh

♪ Oh oh oh

♪ Timing isn't good ♪

♪♪