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Mr. Dirkson,

I believe congratulations are in order.

Yeah, we closed this afternoon.

Your friends at Lambrex had me send a little

something up to your room.

Oh, nice.

Anything else I can help you with this evening?

I'm all set, but thank you, Robert.

Okay.

You're back early.

Who are you?

I'm Jackie.

Well, Jackie, it's nice to meet you,

but I think you're in the wrong room.

I'm in the right room... trust me.

Quite a "little something."

Why don't you give me a hand with the zipper.

♪ I want you close, I want you

♪ I won't treat you like you're typical... ♪

Hello.

- Hi, Carrie. The usual? - Yes.

Diesel fuel,

four shots, five sugars.

Very nice. You remembered.

Yeah, thanks to you and my new little system,

I never forget an order anymore.

Oh, really? What's that?

Oh, wow. Wow!

- See? That's you. - Ah... nice.

That one's sure to pick you up on a Monday, and I bet this might, too.

- How about the first caller... - Gentlemen, start your engines.

Oh. Here, keep the...

To name Billboard's number one song from January 17, 1998 will win

- Wait, wait, wait. - a free skydiving lesson for two.

Oh, we already got someone. Hello, caller.

Yes! "Truly Madly Deeply," Savage Garden.

I hope you're ready to jump out of a perfectly good airplane,

- because that's right! - Oh!

Skydiving? Me?

Yeah. Come on.

You are the one who said you wanted

- to face your fears. - I never said that.

Yes, you did. November 7, 2012.

It was a Wednesday.

We were having lunch at Misai Sake House on Northern Boulevard.

Okay, I said it, but I was referring

to eating raw sea urchin,

not jumping out of an airplane.

Al, you need to face your fears.

Just jump.

Morning, guys.

Hey, Jay.

Victim's name is Paul Dirkson.

Maid found him dead in his room this morning, strangled.

Webster's already upstairs.

No sign of forced entry.

Figure either Dirkson let his killer in or someone had a key.

Any witnesses?

Nah. Nothing so far.

Hey, Jo.

Hi. Waste of a perfectly good silk tie if you ask me.

You got a time of death for us, Jo?

Uh, yeah, according to rigor,

between 8:00 and 10:00 last night.

He missing any valuables?

Mm-hmm. His watch is gone, his wallet is gone.

His cell phone's over on the table.

Sounds like a robbery gone wrong.

Jay, you got a glove?

Put a fraud alert out on his credit cards.

Hey, Carrie, we got the hotel manager.

Thanks.

Mr. Dirkson checked in three days ago.

He was from Philadelphia.

Ran a F ortune 500 hedge fund.

He was in town overseeing

a considerable telecommunications merger.

Anything unusual come up during his stay?

He and his colleagues were out most of the time.

Someone accessed this room, so we'll have to take a look

at hotel security tapes.

I'm sorry.

There are none.

We have cameras in the lobby

and key card readers on every door,

but, uh, no surveillance up in the towers.

The towers?

Our premium floors.

The St. Laurent caters to an elite clientele...

Oh.

Some of whom wish to remain out of the public eye.

Their privacy is sacred to us.

Of course.

Could you get me a list

of the St. Laurent's employees?

Not a problem.

Detectives, how long do you expect to tie up the suite?

As long as it takes.

It's just that, uh... let me be blunt.

There are seven conventions in the city right now.

That suite goes for $5,200 a night.

Oh.

One of his guests is found murdered in a hotel suite,

and all he cares about is flipping the room.

Guess Paul Dirkson should've stayed

in the City of Brotherly Love.

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Alright. I got a timeline for our victim, Dirkson.

Housekeeping delivered

strawberries and champagne at 8:30 P.M.

According to his pals, Dirkson isn't feeling well,

he leaves dinner early,

gets back to the hotel at 9:35.

In between, at 9:06, someone swipes his key card.

Well, then that's our guy.

Problem is, we looked at lobby security footage

from that evening, everyone's accounted for.

That's because he didn't come through the lobby.

I ran background checks on all the hotel employees.

Turns out the concierge got fired from his last job in L.A.

For tipping off the paparazzi to when celebrities were arriving.

And after I explained to him accessory

to murder's a little more serious than pissing off Kim Kardashian,

he admitted to setting up guys at the back door,

which, as it turns out, is how the beautiful people check in.

You're thinking, if a photographer

was out there last night,

maybe he caught our guy coming in the back way.

Someone was there.

Our concierge tipped his pal

that Megan Fox was arriving yesterday evening.

Guy sat out there shooting for 4½ hours.

You get all the photos?

No, not yet. They're actually owned by his magazine.

The editor's giving me the runaround. But don't worry,

- I'll get 'em. - Well, you should

loop Eliot in. He'll know who to call.

Like I said, I'll get 'em.

Did you ever wonder how a big, strapping guy like this

could be strangled without any defensive wounds?

He was drugged.

Mm. Drugged to death.

He was poisoned.

See the injection site?

Strangulation was an afterthought.

The agent that they used was tomexide.

It's a genetically engineered pharmaceutical

that hospitals use in minute doses

to induce comas in patients.

Anything above two micrograms is fatal.

This poor guy never knew what hit him.

All right, so here's the question:

Why do you strangle someone who's already dead?

To make it look like a crime of passion.

Using tomexide is anything but passionate.

No, to take down a guy like this, you need some expertise.

Maybe a trained killer.

50 bucks for two hours, 60 for three.

Flat screen,

six channels of porn.

Theme rooms will run you more.

Whatever has the most privacy.

Two nights.

You got contraband in there?

Uh, just a joint. For insomnia.

Harley's a retired police dog.

Yeah, it's, uh, old habits die hard, huh?

Oh, no! Careful! Careful!

He tried to bite off

someone's finger last month.

Hey, you ain't a cop, are you?

Thank you.

Tina.

$200.

Thank you.

Enjoy.

Well, that was fast.

The room was formally released, what, two hours ago?

Yeah, well, for $5,200 a night,

they'd better be fast.

Okay, so Dirkson entered the room at 9:30,

put his phone here.

He ends up dead, and the place is turned upside down.

The tomexide would've dropped him instantly.

So there was no struggle.

The mess was all for our benefit,

to make it look like a robbery.

And if we think it's a robbery-homicide,

maybe we miss the poison.

Or maybe we miss something else.

Last time we were alone in a hotel room was in Syracuse.

That dive motel.

That's not right.

Okay, maybe it wasn't technically a dive.

We did have our own bathroom.

No, there's something wrong here.

Hey, Carrie, got the hotel manager.

These kind of hotels,

they usually organize the amenities in the exact same way,

- right? - You're asking me?

The last time we were here, all this was different.

The dock was here, right?

The headphones were here,

the magazines were over here.

The maid had already done turndown service

before Dirkson arrived.

If these amenities had been out of order,

she would've rearranged them. So, why would...?

Al...

- Give you a hand? - Yep.

Always a gentleman.

What?

Here.

You got a light?

Well, thank you very much.

There's something wedged down in here right by the air duct.

Here.

Mm.

Got it. Got it.

Okay.

What is...?

What the...?

What the hell is that?

It's a mobile data extraction device.

CIA and military use them to secretly access

data from a suspect's cell phone.

Basically, if it's on your phone,

this baby can copy and transmit it.

We recovered Dirkson's phone at the scene.

If someone wanted the data,

why not just take the damn phone?

Because they weren't interested

in what was on his phone.

Photos from inside the ceiling vent.

Note the sensor?

It's aimed in an upward direction.

In this case, directly into the room

above Dirkson's.

Dirkson got back early, surprised someone planting that.

He wasn't the target; his room was.

Exactly.

- You said that thing can transmit data? - Yeah.

To a remote device, most likely a computer.

Any way you can track down an IP address?

Well, I could, but I'd have to back-trace

every signal that pinged off the hotel's wi-fi.

I mean, we're talking thousands, tens of thousands of signals.

How about you start with signals from the last couple days?

Okay.

So I cross-referenced the drug

that killed Dirkson with the data extraction device

in the Interpol database.

I found a group that used both.

Alpha Five.

A covert, paramilitary unit from the former Soviet Union.

After the cold war,

these guys went private,

working out of Romania mostly.

Strictly mercenary.

When was their last operation?

Um, January 2013.

An Al-Qaeda middleman

in Vienna made the mistake

of stopping at a pastry shop for some marzipan.

This is all that's left of him.

Carrie...

Dirkson was just collateral damage.

Alpha five takes down bigger prey.

Yeah.

Who are they really hunting?

This is about the man who was killed

in the room below me, isn't it?

That's right. Just tying up some loose ends.

Ms. Hall, we understand you've been staying

at the St. Laurent all week?

I'm a buyer for Neiman Marcus.

We have meetings in New York several times a year.

I'll get it.

Has anyone else been staying here with you?

- Any friends or family? - No. Just me.

My husband stayed back in Chicago with the kids.

Mm.

We believe someone tried to hack into your cell phone.

My cell phone?

Why would anyone be interested in my phone?

Your room service receipts for the past week.

What the hell are you doing?

That's private.

Dinner for two, champagne...

Double Swedish massage,

adult movies.

Maybe it wasn't your phone they were after.

- Okay. What gives you the right... - We are not

the morality police, Ms. Hall.

We're simply trying to solve a murder.

His name's Kevin Purcell.

We met three years ago in Chicago.

He's been here with me.

Was he here last night?

Look, we're both married.

And Kevin is

a press attaché with the U.N.

He could get fired for this.

Press attaché?

Who is he assigned to?

Right now he's with a political activist from West Africa.

I'm sorry, I forget his name.

Uh, Kevin said he's up for a Nobel Peace Prize.

Dr. Okoro Dimka.

Yes. That's him.

Dimka is a real hero in West Africa.

He's the first person to take on the diamond monopolies.

Wanted to spread the wealth, and the profits.

I'm guessing there were enough of those

to hire the services of Alpha Five.

Mm-hmm. He's been a target before.

His house was bombed last winter.

Two of his guards were killed.

Looks like his trouble has followed him to Manhattan.

Can I help you?

Hey, I just thought maybe, uh...

I could help you with the joint you mentioned.

Whoa, what's... What's all that?

Oh, nothing.

Just assembling a long-range sniper rifle.

You're what?

Chill out.

It's a toy for my nephew.

See?

Plastic.

Cool.

Hey, you know, maybe I could use the company.

I'll get a lighter.

All right.

I've been shot at,

I've been imprisoned and tortured.

And yet I'm still here.

We understand that,

but now you're a guest in our city,

and your safety is in our hands.

Sir, whoever's behind this already knows

your entire schedule for the week.

How is this possible?

Your press attaché.

Someone hacked his BlackBerry

while he was staying at a hotel.

I see.

Well... what do you propose?

We would like you to cancel your public appearances.

That will not be possible.

True reform cannot occur

in West Africa unless our message is heard.

With all due respect, doctor,

nobody's gonna hear your message

if you're not around to deliver it.

We can move everything on your itinerary

to a secure, private location.

I'm sorry.

These people want me to live in fear.

I will not.

Dr. Dimka, the work you've done to unite the people

of West Africa is extraordinary.

You've had a huge impact.

You've changed lives.

So you're familiar with my work?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

Then you are aware that my speech

at Hudson University

will be seen around the world.

Mm-hmm.

I'll not cancel the event.

I will, however,

agree to move everything else.

Not because I'm afraid, but because

I want to see my grandchildren grow up

in a new Africa.

Told you I'd get 'em.

Paparazzi photos from the hotel

the night Dirkson was killed.

Got to love those old school ties.

Thought that magazine editor wasn't budging.

Well, he wasn't,

but it just so happens me and his kid

went to prep school together.

And we were both on the tennis team, so...

Hold on. You went to prep school?

As a matter of fact, yeah.

Where I also had the chance

to help a classmate of mine

pass his philosophy of art final in our junior year.

Though I'd rather not say how.

Hold on.

You were on the tennis team?

Right. So, all we got to do

is run 'em up against the Alpha five photos,

maybe we have a match.

Yeah. Impressive.

Thanks.

So aren't you gonna say, "Hold on, philosophy of art final?"

As a matter of fact, I wasn't.

But now that you mention it...

Oh...

Those are the latest

from Russian State Security.

Excuse me, ladies.

Hi.

Okay, here we go.

With a little bit of luck and some commonality

of facial features, we should nail this guy.

We're scanning everyone

who came in the back way.

Come on, come on, come on.

Got him.

Got her.

Wow, it's a woman.

What? No, not that a woman can't...

You know... Right? Right?

Former Lieutenant Jacqueline Mikhailova.

Goes by Jackie M.

I didn't mean that women can't be assassins, I...

Apparently, this one can be anything she wants.

Silent combat techniques, kidnapping,

assassinations, biochemical toxicology.

All that, and she still has time

to help the kids with the homework.

Interpol considers her a person of interest

in eight assassinations in the last two years alone.

Let's not make it nine.

When she was 14,

her entire family was murdered by Chechen separatists.

Six months later, she joined Alpha Five.

Looks like she made her first kill when she was 17.

Just a kid.

Interesting.

She's got an actual M.O.

The vast majority of her victims

were killed in small, everyday locations.

Laundromats, restaurants...

Easier to control the environment.

I don't think she's gonna risk the awards ceremony.

Too many variables.

Well, we've moved everything else

to Gracie Mansion, so...

Except Jackie doesn't know that.

Mm-hmm.

Absolutely not. No.

Eliot, when we signed on here,

you pretty much gave us carte blanche

to run our own operation.

You said, "I'll always have your backs.

You're empowered to get results, whatever it takes."

Well, it's funny, I don't recall saying that.

It was July 22.

- Raining out... - Yeah. Right.

Okay.

Do you ever... you know...

- get tired of it? - Yeah.

Once I did.

October 10, 2012.

We were at dinner.

It was a Thursday, if I'm not mistaken.

- You two should go on Letterman. - Listen.

Jackie thinks Dimka is having lunch with his biographer

at the Third Street Café tomorrow in the Village.

All we have to do is plant some undercovers

- and she shows up. - Yes,

but in order for that plan to work,

the restaurant has to be open to the public.

You'd be endangering innocent civilians.

She already killed Paul Dirkson.

This might be our one shot to flush her out.

We'll have armed agents posing as wait staff.

Place will be 100% controlled.

It's a hell of a lot easier

than securing a thousand-seat auditorium, don't you think?

I think... maybe Jimmy Kimmel.

All right, go. Go.

Thank you.

Two subjects approaching the front door.

Couple right behind them.

Dimka's a dignified man, Dennis.

Stop slouching.

Very nice. Thank you.

Hi, can I get you guys anything?

Two dry cappuccinos.

Bunch of hipsters coming in.

May I have a menu, please?

Two dry cappuccinos.

You call this dry?

Dry is no milk.

Just foam.

Is this your first day on the job or what?

I'm so sorry about that.

Let me take care of it for you. Excuse me.

Thank you.

That's her.

That's her! That's her! That's her!

Hey, hey, hey! Hey, hey!

- Hey, hey, hey! - Oh, my God!

He's having a heart attack!

Somebody please, uh, help him.

He's having a heart attack!

Doctor! Someone get a doctor!

Come on!

Hmm.

Hey. Any luck?

It's like Jackie just vanished.

We got traffic cams on Commerce, on Bedford.

Nothing.

She must've known our coverage patterns beforehand.

Impressive.

Might want to save some of that admiration

for the EMTs.

Turns out the undercover she poisoned is gonna be okay.

They had an antidote on hand.

Really dodged a bullet on that one.

Can't count on Dimka being so lucky.

We got to find Jackie before his award ceremony.

This might help.

Finally finished the back-trace

on the St. Laurent Hotel's wi-fi system.

Turns out the device you found in Dirkson's room

was transmitting a signal to an IP address

in your old stomping ground, Queens.

The Luxury Sweets Motel.

Yeah, we did a vice bust there a few years ago.

Not a lot of luxury and there wasn't a suite

within five miles of the place.

Plus, I heard they got a special rate

for international assassins.

Let's find out. Call for backup.

Carrie and I'll meet them there.

No lights, no sirens.

You got it.

Local cops have eyes on the room and report no movement.

- Stand by. - Right. We'll be waiting.

Bye.

ESU should be here any minute.

I don't know.

So, that song contest you won on the radio.

What was the winning tune?

You want to talk about that now?

Yeah, why not?

Uh, "Truly Madly Deeply" by Savage Garden.

Hmm, don't know it.

What? Yes, you do.

We danced to it.

So, we danced to it once, I...

- Oh, wow. - You know...

Maybe if you sing it.

No way. No.

Yeah, just sing a little.

"Face your fears," right?

Face my fears? Fine.

I'll sing it if you go skydiving.

- All right, deal. - Really?

- Yeah. - Oh.

And we danced to it three times.

Four, actually.

All right, let's hear it.

Come on.

Come on.

Aah!

No.

♪ I'll be your dream, I'll be your wish ♪

♪ I'll be your fantasy ♪

♪ I'll be your hope, I'll be your love ♪

♪ be everything

♪ that you need.

You do remember.

Of course I remember.

Ah.

Perfect timing... they're here.

Let's go.

Go, go.

Bathroom clear!

Looks like she left in a hurry.

Yeah.

Hey, did we find the desk clerk

who checked her in?

Name's Larry Yablonski.

Manager says he hasn't seen him since yesterday.

Well, let's find him.

Oh, and, uh... get CSU here.

Have them go over the room, okay?

And... then have them go over it again.

Eliot's at the university.

He wants us there for the security walk-through.

Okay.

So all the manholes are secured, mailboxes removed,

abandoned vehicles towed?

Good.

And call Lieutenant Branson.

Make sure they have no police uniforms missing.

Oh, by the looks on your faces,

I take it you're not bearing good news?

She was gone before we got there.

Can't catch a break.

Anyway, on to plan "B." Floor plans.

We'll take a walk-through, get you up to speed.

When do I get one of those?

You just got out of Queens for God's sake.

Yeah.

Looks like we got your hotel clerk Yablonski.

Patrol out of the 1-4 found him in a dumpster.

Single shot between the eyes.

This lady of yours covers her tracks, that's for sure.

Yes, she does, doesn't she?

Carrie, how much would you bid

on a silver inlaid cat food dish?

Oh, I-I didn't know you had a cat.

- I don't. - Oh.

Well, then I think you're good right there.

Okay.

Jo, you had any unusual deaths in the past 24 hours?

Carrie, they're all unusual deaths.

We come into the world in the dullest, most uniform of ways,

but our exits are like... Ooh...

Forensic snowflakes.

Aw, yeah, your students

at the new school must really eat that up.

"Poetry From The Slab" over-registers every year.

So...

What unusual thing can I do for you?

Well, Jackie... she eliminates anyone who gets in her way.

So I'm thinking maybe she ran into another...

obstacle.

Well, it's been pretty dull

around here, homicide-wise.

Not that I mind.

Okay, this guy was whacked

by his son because he wouldn't

let him go to a rave.

And yet he let him play with a .30-06.

Go figure.

This guy...

male, single gunshot wound

to the head, Queens.

We're assuming, uh...

A robbery of some sort... single gunshot wound to the head.

Where in Queens?

Uh... Flushing.

Does it say where he worked?

Uh...

Black Kitty Cyber Café, Roosevelt Avenue.

Looks like she left in a hurry.

Jackie was there at the café.

The assassin?

Yes. Thank you, Jo.

Oh.

I still can't believe Zach's gone.

I mean, I just saw him two days ago.

He looked so happy and together.

Can you think of anyone who'd want to hurt him?

No, everybody loved Zach.

We used to call him the Mayor of Flushing.

He and his boyfriend were gonna get married next month.

You recognize this woman?

Yeah. Yeah, she came in a couple of times.

Did you ever see Zach talking to her?

Zach talked to everyone.

Um, last time she came in, she hung out on that computer

over there in the corner. I remember 'cause

she made this big stink about wanting privacy.

- You mind if we take a look? - Yeah, go for it.

Any luck, she left something behind in the trash.

Yeah, I think these places empty the trash after every session.

Okay. Let's try

- the search history. - I think they strip

the search history, too.

They strip the cache?

- What? - Ah,

something you don't know about.

My nephew got busted

last month for looking at porn because

he forgot to clear the cache on the family computer.

Not a mistake that you would make.

Mm.

We just have to find

what was accessed on Wednesday.

Here we go.

Tuesday, Wednesday.

Bingo.

That's the performing arts center

at Hudson University.

Press clearance list

for Dimka's speech.

Jackie's going as...

A journalist.

World peace really packs 'em in.

Yeah, Justin Bieber's got nothing on this guy.

We've positively I.D.'d

17 female journalists on the press list.

All are accounted for but one.

Her name's Andrea Weston, with the Post.

- You go to her place? - Yeah, she's not there.

Not answering her cell phone either.

All right. So Jackie's coming as Andrea Weston.

Ah, don't worry.

Genghis Khan couldn't get through here.

Take it.

What's up, Jay?

Hey, CSU just got done processing

that motel room in Queens.

Even though the place looks like a frat house,

there's not a single print, hair, DNA sample

- to be found. - What?

CSU tech called it flawless.

Well, not exactly flawless. I mean, she left

that wrapper there that led us to

the inter... net café that...

Wait a minute.

She planted that wrapper.

She wanted me to find the café,

the computer, the list of journalists, all of it.

She... she was counting on it.

I don't understand.

Why would she give away her plan?

Because it's not her plan.

She's here.

I got to go.

Dimka! Dimka!

Dimka! Dimka! Dimka! Dimka!

I was supposed to be here a half hour ago,

but someone slashed my tires.

It's not her. We got the real Andrea Weston.

Jackie set us up.

Yeah, I know.

You do?

Well, you could've told me. Where are you?

I am in the auditorium, Al.

All right, let me know if you see anything.

I'm gonna secure the perimeter.

Al, I think I got something.

I'm heading up to the catwalk to check it out.

Carrie?

Carrie, repeat.

Carrie, you're breaking up. I can't hear you.

Dimka! Dimka! Dimka!

And now, it's my honor and pleasure

to introduce the man himself,

Dr. Okoro Dimka.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Thank you very, very, very much.

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you.

Please sit down.

My friends,

you are very kind.

I'd like to thank you all

for the great privilege

of being invited here today.

Get Dimka off the stage.

Target is in the building.

And there is... Mr. Dimka, come with me.

I was hoping never to see you again.

Likewise.

You know the drill.

Drop your weapon.

It's ceramic.

Oh.

I'll be sure to add it to my steak set.

If you taught your undercovers how to make better cappuccino,

you could've avoided all this trouble.

- And a few lives, right? - Mm.

It's all about preparation.

That's the key.

- Yeah? - Mm-hmm.

How do you say "go to hell" in Russian?

Oh.

As I said, preparation.

No! No, no, no, no, no!

Oh...

No, no, no, no.

Damn it!

She's dead.

You okay?

Yeah. Dimka?

He's fine. We're all fine.

Come here, boy. Come here. Hey.

Oh, you lost your partner, huh?

All right.

There you go. There you go.

Al, that dog was lying dead a half hour ago.

I saw him.

It's a genetically engineered pharmaceutical

that hospitals use

in minute doses to induce comas in patients.

She couldn't bring herself to kill the dog,

so she gave him a small dose.

Enough to knock him out.

Hey, give me your radio. Can you take this dog?

- Oh, my God. - Central,

emergency message.

I need that ambulance that just took off.

10-1.

10-1, urgent. Call your command.

Acknowledge.

10-1, urgent. Call your command.

Do you copy?

10-1, acknowledge.

What's your location?

Do you copy?

♪ I'm growing like a seed ♪

♪ rain's been falling on me ♪

♪ I've been covered in cold... ♪

Dimka's safely on a plane

back to West Africa.

- He extends his thanks. - Well, tell him

to keep his head down; We still can't raise that ambulance.

Got units and air patrol out looking.

You know how rare it is to stop an Alpha Five operation?

So, what, round one to the good guys?

My guess,

if Jackie's alive,

she'll think twice before coming back our way.

I hope so.

In fact, I'm counting on it.

Good work, both of you.

Yeah?

Okay, thanks.

♪ Yes, I can feel

[ ♪ Feel It All ♪ by KT Tunstall ]

We found the ambulance. No trace of Jackie.

Why am I not surprised?

I should've seen this coming.

FBI's got it out nationally. We'll get her.

Maybe not.

TSA out at Kennedy just sent us this.

From a gate at Bolivian Airlines.

Flight to Bogotá

six hours ago.

Okay, great. We can interdict the flight.

It landed 50 minutes ago.

She's gone.

There's got to be a way.

Al, we can't just let her go.

You saved Dimka.

That's what matters.

Tell that to her next victim.

♪ I'm looking to the sky ♪

♪ and I'll be listening to the stars ♪

♪ and maybe thinking of you, and wondering where you are. ♪

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