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♪ There's a world outside my door ♪ ♪I don't know it anymore♪

♪I'm gonna stay here now♪

♪I'm gonna stay here now♪

♪ Take a breath and say a prayer ♪

♪Find the strength in my despair ♪

♪ It's not gonna take me down ♪

♪ It's not gonna take me down ♪

♪ I can see clearly now ♪

♪ The rain has gone ♪

♪ I accept all the things that I cannot change ♪

♪It's gonna be a bright ♪

♪ Bright, sunshiny day, hey ♪

[solemn music playing]

[solemn music continues]

See? Impossible.

The humble toilet is actually an awe-inspiring feat of design.

Its dimensions mean

that a person can't submerge their own nose and mouth,

which is why in spite of the fact

that thousands of people overindulge every weekend

and end up staring into a toilet bowl,

the ones who drown are more than just unlucky.

[thumps]

-They end up dead... -[spluttering]

...because somebody wants them dead.

[tapping]

[assistant gasps]

You've got, uh, gel or something.

Um, it's toilet, Doc.

It definitely made it real for the jury.

You all right, Mrs. Harding?

Stow changed his plea to guilty after hearing your evidence.

So Katie didn't die 'cause she were drunk,

and now everybody knows it.

He will, Mrs. Harding.

-Truth matters. -[Maggy] So it's a cold case.

It's not a cold case, it's a review.

I didn't have me lanyard. He mistook me

for a student, can you believe?

Have you put fatty milk in this?

Dairy is literally killing the planet, Wolfe.

I know, I just, how do you even milk an almond?

-We're doing a review. -Mm, of what?

Regina versus Barnet.

Barnet? Is that Fay Barnet?

Who's that?

Wolfe?

Hello?

Fay Barnet is Dominique's mom.

We're reexamining her case.

Dominique doesn't deserve that.

She lied her way i

n here so she could stalk you. She--

She's basically Glenn Close in a forensics suit.

She had her reasons.

And she shagged Steve under false pretenses.

Those were probably some of the best shags

of Steve's life.

How can you forgive her easier than you can forgive him?

Because she's been motivated by a deep-seated sense

of injustice and loss,

whereas he was motivated by his knob.

[automated] Lift going up.

Could you not stare at me in stereo? It's disconcerting.

Doc, you know I always back you on the big stuff,

but please, don't do this.

Dominique believes,

genuinely believes, we got it wrong.

-What-- -We've got to let her discover

-at her own pace. -What if we did get it wrong?

Imagine telling that mother this morning

that the scumbag who drowned her daughter

is out on appeal because you have been struck off.

-That's not gonna happen. -Why?

Okay, go on, we have a crime scene to get to.

I'll be there in a minute.

[scoffs] A crime scene.

-He's manic, right? -He's back on his meds.

You think actively helping someone

look for flaws in his work is entirely hinged behavior?

Bipolar is a spectrum, and he's at his best

when he's just on the line between mania and brilliance.

And what

if he's at his best now, but he wasn't when the case wa

s first investigated?

[mournful music playing]

You okay?

It's so real. [sighs]

I thought it might trigger a memory,

-but nothing. -Yeah, it's a defense mechanism.

I can't remember anything from before I was adopted.

Well, except feeling really ha

ppy about eating fish fingers. -I bloody love a fish finger. -[

laughing]

Even rough childhoods can have pockets of joy.

Now, you might need to cling onto that today

if things get tough.

I'm not gonna cry at work, Steve.

It's not in my makeup,

and it'll also fuck with my makeup.

This isn't a normal day at the office, Dominique.

[huffs]

Daddy bipolar bear's been busy.

We managed to borrow a set from the theater.

Yeah, they were supposed to be rehearsing forOedipus Rex,

but, uh, Oedipus got chlamydia,

which he passed onto his mom and half the chorus.

Yeah, give up, Steve.

[dramatic music playing]

The sudden death of an infant

rarely provides clues at postmortem.

The scene is vital, but in this case,

we don't have the luxury of visiting it.

You want t

o brief us, Dominique?

Paramedics were called to the address at 6:47 a.m.

to reports of an unresponsive infant.

They arrived to find the baby, Jermaine Barnet,

had been dead for some time.

The mother, Fay Barnet, claimed to have found the baby

deceased in his cot when she woke.

But the police didn't believe her,

and with Professor Wolfe's evidence,

she was prosecuted successfully for murder.

I wa

nt us to approach this scene as though it were real, and we were seeing it for the first time.

Make some notes and report back.

-Tell me I didn't nail that. -You nailed it.

She should be taking her CV to Jobcentre Plus,

not walking around with a clipboard

-like she's lead CSI. -What is it you want, Maggy?

-To see Dominique punished? -Would that be so unreasonable?

Whatever the outcome here, her

brother will still be dead, she'd still have had a motherless childhood.

You don't think she's been punished enough?

But maybe we could also put a written warning on her file.

Do you know this was the first case I worked

where the victim was a baby?

It's never left me.

Jermaine's never left me.

Hardly remember him at all.

[Maggy] Soiled bedding, piles of unwashed laundry,

marks on the bathroom wall look like excrement.

Minimal food in the cupboard and fridge.

Cider cans in the kitchen,

three-quarters empty vodka bottle by the bed.

-Anything else? -Uh, multiple chains

-and bolts on the front door. -Conclusions?

Her mother was neglectful, possibly an alcoholic,

keen to keep prying eyes out.

All of which are red flags in the scene

of a potential domestic child homicide.

Uh, she was also evasive and inconsistent

-when questioned. -Where's the evidence for that?

The transcripts from the police interviews.

No, where's the evidence for it here?

-Dominique. -We are supposed to be

reassessing the crime scene only.

You're right

. Let's limit our findings-to what's here. -My bad.

Because there were a few cans,

you can't assume she was an alcoholic.

It's reasonable to extrapolate.

That's not science, it's guesswork.

Sometimes this job requires a bit of both.

Going to prison might have stopped it in its tracks,

but based on what's here,

I th

ink we can safely say that she was caning it around the time the baby died.

Sorry, Dominique, but we all have to keep an open mind.

-Any more thoughts or questions? -But there was a second child

found at the scene, and where was she

when the paramedics arrived?

I was found in there.

Livor mortis becomes visible in the two hours

after the blood stops circulating,

when it starts to settle in the lowest parts of the body.

The mother claimed to have found the baby facedown.

Her defense argued it's possible

he rolled onto his front and suffocated on his bedding.

Wolfe testified that the lividity meant

that Jermaine was on his back when he died,

and that the mother was lying about having found him

-on his front. -But isn't it possible

the paramedics place him on his back,

and the lividity formed in the hours following?

It's not impossible, but they found the baby

on his front, which means the defendant

made no attempt to pick up her unresponsive child,

which seems unlikely, or that she picked him up,

discovered he was dead,

then put him back down on his face.

And the only reason I can think of for doing that,

would be an attempt to stage the crime scene.

-I'm sorry. -[Steve] Dominique.

You don't think perhaps Tiny Tears

-was a bit much? -It was Dominique's idea.

She demanded this, and now she's not happy

because the science is standing up.

You need to pull the plug on this one.

No, you cannot do that to her. She needs to know the truth.

No, she needs to hear a version of the truth

that she can live with. That is not the same thing.

-She's a scientist. -Yeah, and she is a daughter,

and a sister, and this is cruel.

Now you have put us in a no-win situation.Either Dominique's right and you're finished,

or you're right.

God only knows what the hell that

's gonna do to her.

Have I ever shown you my pickled, cancerous lung?

Well, it's not my lung, obviously. It's from a 60-a-day smoker

that donated his body to medical science.

I thought this would be easier.

We need to put your brother's case away, Dominique.

Why?

I didn't w

ant to lose you from the team. I thought if I let you reach the same conclusions,

-I wouldn't have to. -This's bigger than whether

-I stay on your team or not. -I know.

My mom's coming up to the end of her sentence,

which means she can get her own license.

She'd have to accept her guilt.

She won't.

Who does that unless they're innocent?

Excuse me, professor? Do you mind?

Are we sure you're fit for failure, mate?

-[shutter clicks] -Thanks.

Right, one of the strongest piece of evidence at trial

was that white cotton fibers

were found in Jermaine's airway.

Wolfe testified that they were the same as these fibers

which were taken from a pillow found in the cot.

The prosecution presented this as evidence

that the defendant used the pillow

to suffocate Jermaine.

It all looks like a match to me.

But there's a limit to how much detail

a standard optical microscope can show.

Like with most of our work, we have to make a judgment.

Mine was that it's probable

the fibers came from the same source.

If you'd used a scanning electron microscope,

you'd have had an enhanced view

to make a more accurate judgment.

We didn't have an SEM back then.

We have one now.

Yeah, but the fibers need to be coated in gold

to make them conduct. They'll be destroyed,

and we don't have enough of them to do that.

Evidence needs to be preserved

in case the defendant wants to appeal her case

and get further testing done on her behalf.

I'd be doing it on her behalf.

[eerie music playing]

I suppose if we were to film the process.

That's beautiful.

You could put that in a clip frame and hang it on a wall.

It's a picture of the fibers

taken from my dead brother's nostrils.

And here are the test fibers taken from the pillow, which,

in theory, should look identical.

[tense music playing]

The fibers from the pillow are denser

than the ones found in Jermaine's airway.

-I can see. -So what does it mean?

The fibers didn't come from the pillow.

I know that. I mean what does it mean for the case?

It's completely undermined.

Domini

que got what she wanted. I want to hear it from Wolfe.

I don't know what it means.

I need to think.

But it's great work, Dominique. Really.

[tense music playing.

[somber music playing]

Science isn't infallible.

It's only as good as the people using it.

Well, the fibers are just one piece of the puzzle.

It was the lividity evidence that really convicted her.

Showed she lie

d, and people don't lie unless they've got something to hide.

And just because she didn't use the pill

ow to smother him, it doesn't mean she didn't do it.

Perhaps not.

This blanket's white cotton, she might've used this.

Yeah, and by placing it in the washing machine afterwards,

she thought she was destroying the evidence.

But we didn't collect

the blanket from the scene, so we have no way of knowing.

Uh, yeah, that was my fault.

So I was lead CSI on this one.

Really? Where was I?

Oh, uh, a surprise trip to Manic-Land,

which I've always imagined is a bit like Disney World,

but with shittier scenery and scarier rides.

I'm so sorry.

No. I was out of my depth.

God, and I've let everyone down.

Course you haven't. You had reason to believe

that the pillow was the murder weapon.

We can't take everything from the crime scene.

You should sack me if it comes to it.

Save the department.

We're a team, Dot.

The moment I stood up in c

ourt and presented your findings, -they became mine too. -Yes, but how convinced

are either of us by those findings now, hey?

If all you want out of this is to get your mom's

conviction quashed, you probably have enough.

But I think you want to know what happened to your brother.

I already know.

It's an unexplained death of a child or infant.

That's just a term we use when we can't find the cause of death

and there's no suspicious circumstances.

It is not normal for there to be cotton

inside the nose and throat of a baby,

or for a parent to lie about the death of a child.

Someone killed Jermaine.

If not your mom, then someone else.

I still firmly believe that.

There was other DNA found at the scene.

[bell ringing]

[distant voices]

You look stressed.

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

-Sounds bad. -It's not,

but I'm worried how you'll take it.

You're really building it up now, Dominique.

I've been working on your case.

My boss, Wolfe Kinteh,

is the CSI who testified at your trial.

Why would you go and work with him?

Cause I wanted to find out how he arrived at his evidence.

I never dreamt he'd end up helping me with it, but he has.

Well, he says he

's helping you, but how can you believe him? He's already accepted he was wrong about the pillow.

He knows Jermaine wasn't smothered with it.

So he's saying it was a cot death now, is he?

No.

What then?

He was thinking -both of us were-

that s

omeone else might've been involved.

Like who?

Ther

e was DNA at the crime scene when I went to Eric Haim.

-I was seeing him. -I remember.

He used to hurt you,

and if he was capable of that,

maybe he

was capable of killing Jermaine.

Nobody killed Jermaine.

Why won't you let me help you get out of here?

All those things they said about me in court,

-that I wa

s a terrible mother-- -You weren't.I was, Dominique.

-I nev

er smothered Jermaine. -Of course you didn't.That doesn't mean to say I'm not guilty,

so I

don't want any help to get out of here.

I'm exactly where I should be.

[distant sirens]

She's lying.

How we doing with that flat number?

[sighs] No joy.

How many flats do you reckon are in here?

[sighs heavily] Too many.

I don't know what place you were brought up in,

but people in blocks like this don't know their neighbors.

Hi, there. We're

looking for a Mr. Eric Haim. We understand that he lives in this block,

-but, uh, we don't know-- -Oh, piss off.

Many thanks.

-Can we go now? -Absolutely not.

Hi there, we're looking for a Mr. Eric Haim

who lives in this block.

I'm sorry, love, I've never heard of him.

[knocking]

You do realize you are entirely naked?

I'm sorry, mate. I thought it was just her.

-Yeah? -[Wolfe] Is your mom or dad in?

My mom ain't back from work, and my dad's asleep.

-Are you in there on your own? -I already told you,

my dad's in bed asleep.

-I can see him from here. -[Wolfe] Go and get him.

[child] He won't like being woken up.

-Then I'll wake him. -Try if you like,

but he's wearing headphones, noise-cancelers.

Then maybe we'll wait out here until he does wake up.

[Dominique] What are you doing?

-I think he's home alone. -But he says he's not.

Well, as we know people don't always tell the truth.

-[child] Yeah? -What's your name?

I don't think so. Stranger danger.

You'll be asking me to come stroke puppies next.

How about I give you my phone,

you take a photo of your dad to prove to us he's in there.

Okay.

[music playing]

That's my music.

-What? -He's nicked my bloody phone.

-[knocking] -Give me my phone back

you little shit, or I'll break the door down!

-[child giggling] -What are you laughing at?

[knocking]

I am cynical and suspicious,

but that's what years of doing this job has made me.

I'm not going to apologize for making sure the kid is safe.

I wish someone had made sure you were.

System's all wrong. People don't get any help

when they can't cope. They get punished.

That's why they hide it.

♪ ...each time you go away ♪

What's going on?

♪ ...you take a piece of me... ♪

You shouldn't be talking to kids

through letterboxes, it's peculiar.

[Wolfe] Sleeping off a heavy one, mate?

-I don't drink, mate. -Drugs?

-If you got something to say-- -Uh, no, he hasn't, he hasn't.

Look, we're really sorry for the misunderstanding.

I don't suppose you know an Eric Haim, do you?

He lives in one of these flats.

Eric Haim doesn't live in these flats. He owns them.

[Wolfe] Looks like he's doing all right for himself.

Don't think either of us had a drink problem

at the start, but by the end,

I were doing a six pack of cider every night.

Fay was doing half a bottle of vodka.

Were you ever violent towards her?

-No. -Are you sure about that?

I'm no woman-beater,

though if I was, I might've beaten her.

She certainly knew how to push me buttons.

Some people are just toxic together.

-That were me and Fay. -We're here investigating

the events surrounding the death of her baby.

Can't help you. Weren't there.

Fay and me had one of our ding-dongs. She chucked me out.

Didn't get back till the early hours.

And then what happened?

I banged on the door for a bit. Shouted me sorrys.

Usually I could win Faye around,

but that time she never let me back in.

Police came to mine later that day,

told me she'd smothered the baby.

You must've been devastated.

Yeah, tragic.

But kid weren't mine. Thank fuck.

Thank fuck.

Thank you, Mr. Haim. you've been very helpful.

-My card. -No thanks.

I'm going paperless.

[sighs]

Oh, she had a daughter as well as a baby.

Timid little mouse.

Sometimes wonder what happened to her.

I reckon he came up to the house, and mom let him in.

And why isn't she telling us that?

Cause she's scared of him.

Maybe back then, but why now?

It's not as if he can get to her.

I can see his eyes staring through the letterbox,

as clear as if it was yesterday.

Fear like that doesn't leave you.

Let's get you home.

[sinister music playing]

Thanks.

[cheering]

[student] Professor's on the piss.

I'm conducting an experiment.

Whoa!

[door buzzer sounds]

Thought I might find you in a hole.

How are you feeling?

Like a man who's losing his superpowers.

Is this the, uh, end of the road for Manic Man?

Nah. Tripped and tried to jump Betsy,

so I was thinking of going with Twat Man.

That won't help.

Aw! I'm conducting an experiment.

-Into things that won't help? -Uh.

I can't spare any of this vodka,

but I have a bottle up there.

I think last year's Secret Santa.

I'm guessing Dot.

I'm not getting drunk with you.

I'm not asking you to get drunk.

I'm asking you not to leave me alone in a hole.

[reggae music plays]

I'm best on the days when the thoughts come quicker,

then I have the words start ticking like that.

Mm, other days, you're methodical and considered.

It's all part of you, Wolfe.

It's what makes you good at what you do.

But you didn't fall for that guy, now, did you?

When I think about our glory nights,

I don't think about methodical and--

-Our glory nights? -Yeah.

Skinny dipping in the black fields. Um...

-No. -...Helen and Joe's wedding.

That, uh, disabled toilet at Sankey's.

You're basically listing times that we had good sex.

We always had good sex. I'm listing times we had

transcendent sex, soul mate sex.

Oh, please tell me coming off the meds wasn't about me.

Pretty much everything I've done since 2003...

-No. ...has been about you.

Well, and then, then Flick.

I have loved every inch of you

whether you are high, or low, or in a hole,

that didn't change.

[groans] -You just...

[groans] You just kept chasing this...

better version of yourself,

and that is what I couldn't live with.

Here I am, still living with it

with no possibility of parole.

Twat Man returns.

[giggling]

Twat Man forever.

-I'm an idiot. -Yes, yes, you are.

-I'm an insufferable moron. -Yup.

An irredeemable knob.

♪ Your head, your head ♪

-Tell me more. -I'm a complete wazzer,

a bumbling buffoon.

Ooh!

Where are we?

I feel like I'm home.

Oh, I better get home before Flick...

[chuckles] ...before Flick

gets back from Rosalyn's.

Oh, but this the walk of shame.

[alarm ringing]

[alarm ringing]

One point, even when pissed.

-Have you seen my phone? -It's in the fridge.

[message tone]

[knocking]

-Betsy. What are you doing here? -You sent me a text.

Several texts at 2 o'clock this morning.

Fairly incoherent, but they just seemed to be

that you wanted me to bring you one of these.

Ah. I'm conducting an experiment.

[Betsy] Which you're very fond of reminding me.

You get a more accurate result with blood tests in the lab

than we do with a puffer on the side of the road.

[Wolfe] Yes, but I'm replicating

particular conditions.

-[Valerie] Morning, Betsy. -Oh, hi Val.

Congratulations in order?

I don't think it means anything.

Everything means something. Blow into that.

Are you here to admit you made a mistake?

I did make a mistake.

I thought the pillow was the murder weapon.

But now, I suspect it was this.

I conducted an experiment yesterday.

I drank the same amount of vodka you did on

the night Jermaine died.

This morning, I was breathalyzed about the time you were

on the morning of your arrest.

Our blood alcohol level was about the same, give or take.

But here's the thing. At 5 a.m. this morning,

the approximate time which we think Jermaine died,

I was out for the count. My wife wasn't very happy.

I'd set an alarm on my phone just to see how drunk I'd be.

Only she couldn't wake me,

and she couldn't turn off the alarm.

Is this supposed to mean something?

I'm a fair bit bigger than you, so if I wasn't conscious,

you weren't, either

But the only DNA we found in that house

was yours and Eric Haim's.

Why are you covering for him?

People like you always have to be right, don't you?

You have to know everything.

I'm already rotting away in here,

no chance of getting out, but still you keep pushing it.

Still you won't let it go.

[sighs] Is it a confession you want?

Do you need to hear me say it?

I killed him. There.

It's said. I killed Jermaine.

I snapped and I smothered him.

-Where are you going? -Tell Dominique, um,

-not to come here again. -[Wolfe] But, Fay, please.

And if you give a shit about her,

tell her to let it go.

-Fay. -[smacks on door]

-[Fay] Come on. -[smacks on door]

[door slams]

You know what I'm looking forward to

when this is all over?

-Getting your mom back? -Yeah, course,

but also just being normal.

I want to go on a holiday without feeling guilty.

Yeah, yeah, you should definitely do that.

I've always fancied Paris,

but we can try somewhere different

if you've already been.

No, Paris sounds good.

Uh, Wolfe, we should discuss

what we're going to do with the new evidence.

[Wolfe] You've got the evidence. Do with it what you must.

-You said we'd see it through. -[Wolfe] I have.

No, seeing it through means agreeing

what happened as a team.

Do you have any idea how much it costs to run a lab like ours?

You got a freebie.

It's time to get back to our proper work.

You're just the same as every other do-gooder

who spent five minutes looking like they might be helpful.

-I never meant to let you down. -Yeah, no one ever does.

But you've chosen to save your reputation, haven't you, Wolfe?

And I'll never forgive you

for putting that above the truth.

-Let it go, Dominique. -My life has been put on hold

ever since my brother died, and it won't restart again

until I know what happened to him.

Because there's nothing worse than not knowing.

Let's go to my office.

No, you can say what you've got to say

right here in front of everyone.

Please, Dominique, it needs to be in private.

I said no.

I believe the fibers came from this blanket.

-You can't prove that. -I know.

So that's your answer, is it?

You were right about the smothering,

it's just the weapon you got wrong?

I no longer think Jermaine was smothered.

I think he suffocated inside the washing machine.

What?

The machine was switched off, but the barrel, it's airtight.

So once the door was shut, he ran out of oxygen.

The blanket was on or near his face while that happened.

Doesn't make any sense.

What, why would she use the washing machine to kill him?

Nobody was trying to kill Jermaine.

They were trying to protect him.

She must've been so frightened.

Eric Haim was drunk, hammering on the door.

She knew what he was capable of.

She tried to wake her mom up,

But Fay was out of it, so...

she picked up Jermaine. -No.

She picked up Jermaine,

-and she carefully carried him-- -To the washing machine.

Nah, nah, nah. No, that's not right.

[Wolfe] She-- she placed him inside...

No.

...to keep him safe from Eric Haim.

I'm, I'm so sorry, Dominique.

[Dominique] So he would be safe.

[sobbing] So he would be safe.

[wails]

-I'm sorry. -[sad music playing]

[sniffs] I said I wanted the truth.

Turns out, I wanted a soothing lie.

The truth has always been like a faith to me,

but today's the first time I had it tested.

I found myself wondering

if the facts don't bring comfort,

then maybe there are some things better left buried.

I don't even know what I'm going to say to my mom.

She might've thought she was protecting me,

but I'd rather have known the truth and had her around.

I bet you can deal with a lot if you got a mom.

You and her will have plenty of time

to go through all of that.

In the meantime, you need to take this new evidence

and put it into an appeal application.

-Me? -It's your case, Dominique.

And when you're finished, you'll have another,

and another after that.

I'm not sure I can do this now.

You can, and you will,

because you are that very rare and special breed of CSI

who knows that this job is a lot less

about data and death than it is about people.

Listen, Valerie, listen to me.

I wanna tell you something important,

Something wrong. Jesus!

-What you doing? -I honestly don't know.

-Have you and mom had a row? -Worse.

-Oh my god, you've had sex. -That's a very astute pick up.

Oh, please don't tell me anymore.

But also please try and not upset her.

Can't remember when last I saw her as happy as she was today.

-Really? -Well no, I can, actually.

Yeah, the day you moved out.

-What is it? -Divorce papers.

-You enjoyed last night then. -More than anything, actually,

and if there's any possibility that it has ignited

even the tiniest amount of hope,

then I'm here and ready to blow on it...

Weird.

...and try my best not to extinguish it.

-Step away from the metaphor. -But if you decide

that there is no hope, um,

there's the parole you wanted,

and I'm, I'm sorry that I didn't give it to you

when you first asked.

-Is there blank paper in this? -No.

You can't blame me for being suspicious.

I can't, which is why, if we come out of this

as friends, Valerie, it'll be more than I deserve.

Thank you.

It means a lot.

Come on.

Dominique's gonna be okay. I truly believe that.

Because she has the support of her family

which, make no mistake, that's what we are.

You couldn't do this job with colleagues alone.

I've not been her biggest fan, but...

-[phone rings] -...I wouldn't wish it

on my worst enemy.

-Yep? -That's empathy.

Okay, I'll be right there.

-Eat up. We've got a scene. -Complex case?

-A dead skydiver in a field. -Doesn't sound very complex.

-He wasn't wearing a parachute. -Oh!

-You were all thinking it. -All right,

I'll go straight there with you. Maggy, Dot,

-go get the stuff. -Uh, what about me?

You're gonna go to Dominique's.

We don't leave family alone in a hole,

but we also don't shag them, Steve.

Yup. Of course.

♪When your time runs out♪

♪ And you're looking for a place to land ♪

♪ I'll step from the shadow ♪

♪ Into the palm of your hand ♪

♪When you're out of love♪

♪ I'll be what you're looking for ♪

♪ Even if it's not who I am ♪

♪ I can change ♪

♪ I can change for you ♪

♪ I can change ♪

♪ I can change for you ♪

♪I can bend, I can break♪

♪ I can shift, I can shake♪

♪ Blaze a trail through... ♪