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(thudding, glass breaking)

Get the door!
Get the door!

Help me get her
in the car.

(rhythmic beeping, gunshots)

Hang in there, Jess.
Stay with me.

She's gone.

BONASERA:
Everybody raise
their glass.

Jessica Angell

was one of those rare people.

The kind who reaffirm
our faith in humanity.

(gunfire)

(gunfire continues)

(gunfire continues)

(tires squealing)

(heart beating)

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CSI NY 6x01

Epilogue

* Out here in the fields *

* I fight for my meals *

* I get my back into my living *

* Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. *

Yeah.

It's all right.
I'm at the office.

And you believe her?

I'll pick you up.

You sure this is the place?

This is where she said.

(knocking on glass)

I assumed you'd be alone,

but guess I should've realized.

Yeah, yeah, it's a little tough
for me to get around right now.

You said you had something
to tell me?

You plan on using that?

Not if I don't have to.

What's your name?

Before I say anything,

you have to promise

that you're gonna do
what you can for my brother.

No. We didn't come here
to negotiate.

Was it your
brother that fired

that gun?

Your brother put me
in this wheelchair?

I need to know
that I can trust you.

You called me.

You said you had something

that could possibly lead us
to a suspect.

Was he in the
car that night?

Why don't we start

with who you are and how
you're involved in all this?

I think the three of them
are planning something else.

Only Jake doesn't know

what he's doing
and what he's done.

Look, I don't want my brother
to die or go to jail.

He's just a scared kid caught up

in the middle
of something bigger than...

This is bigger than just
your brother, okay? Look at me.

You want to
see this happen

to someone else? Look at me!

TAYLOR:
We need to know

everything
you know.

I want names.

I shouldn't be here.

This was a bad idea.
No, no. Wait.

Wait, please.
I'm sorry about
what happened to you.

(elevator bell dings)
I tried to stop them.
I did. I swear to you I did.

(screams)

Danny?!

I'm okay, Mac. Go! Go!

(gasping)

(alarm ringing)
Just hold on.

Hold on. We're gonna get you

some help.

Just hold on.

Come on, just hang on!

(alarm ringing)

(camera shutter snaps)

(camera shutter snapping)

Are you smiling?

BONASERA:
She reminds me of Angell.

Yeah.

A little bit.

We know who she is?

No. Mac and Danny
didn't get a name.

No I.D. on the body.

COD is exsanguination.

Fatal gunshot was here
to the carotid artery.

Second shot pierced
her deltoid here.

What?

It amazes me
how just on instinct

you know which shot was first.

Well, this is her bloody
handprint, and it appears

that she grabbed her shoulder
in pain.

Mm. And in order
to transfer the blood,

she had to already be bleeding.

Exactly. Now, I'm brilliant,

but sometimes
I get a little help.

Well, let's hope
we get a lot of help.

If the bullets
we extract

from these wounds are a match

to the ones
we recovered from the bar,

it'll be our first lead
in a month

that can point
us to our shooter.

(yawns):
Yeah.

Looks like somebody
needs some sleep.

You still volunteering with the
Manhattan Parks Medical Unit?

Only on the weekends.

It beats wrestling

with insomnia.

You know?
Yeah.

He okay?

Yeah.

He's fine.

What the hell were Mac
and Danny doing here?

MESSER:
So, the Tips Hotline

transferred the call
directly to my cell.

It was our Jane Doe.

She specifically
wanted to talk to me,

in that she
had information

regarding the shooting
at the bar.

Gave me an address and a time
to meet, so I called Mac.

The shooting at the
bar was a month ago.

Why wait so long?
I don't know.

I mean, maybe
she didn't know

who the shooter was
till last night.

But why not tell you what
she knew over the phone?

I don't know.
On the phone, she was scared,

she was confused,
she was getting indecisive.

I mean, she almost hung up.

I kept her on the phone,

and she said
she wanted to meet me.

And it had to be last night.

And I'm thinking, you know,
I want to see her.

I want her to see me.

Look, did our Jane Doe give you
anything that we can run with?

Yeah.

She said
we're looking for a Jake.

I'm working
this one, Stella.

I'm officially
on duty here.

Thought you were
on a leave of absence.

I was, but I heard Mr. Messer
was out here acting a superhero,

and I can't let
him show me up.
Don, you've been through a lot.

You shouldn't be here.
Mac, I'm fine.

What? I'm sitting at home.

All I'm doing is,
I'm thinking about Jess,

I'm thinking about the shooting,
and I'm think...

It's better for me
if I'm on duty.

TAYLOR:
What have you got?

We got a missing
security guard.

Albert Pelton, 28 years old.

Worked the
night shift.

Hired just two days ago.

And this here is

playback
of the surveillance video.

There's where you
and Danny entered the building,

flashed your badges,
gained easy access.

Da-da-da...

Still no evidence of our Jane
Doe entering the building.

What about the shooter?

Uh... Hey,
can we get a

playback up
on this one again?

Thanks.

Shooter came right
in the front door.

Albert pursues.

Perp knocks him down
and heads for the elevator.

That's the last visual
we have on either of them.

Means the shooter left the
building through another door.

Right. And security
is rounding up

all the surveillance footage
and sending it to the lab,

but I don't know
which cameras were working,

and some areas
don't have cameras at all.

It's a fairly new space.

Tell them to start
with the elevator.

Uh, no camera in the elevator.

(rapid gunfire)

(tires squealing)

(women whimpering)

(heavy breathing)

Linds?

Danny?

I can't-- I can't get up.
What?

(gasps)
(groans)
I can't feel my legs.

Lindsay, I can't
feel my legs.
No, it's okay.

It's okay.
My legs won't move.

(panting): Okay.

Okay.
Lindsay, they won't move.
They won't move.

(panting)

Mac!

They won't move.

What are you thinking about?

I'm thinking that--

you know what this
wheelchair needs?

Sidecar for Lucy.

Sounds like you need

to pimp your
ride, yo.

Some spinners,

a sound system, hydraulics.

(mimicking hydraulics whirring)

Adam.
Whoo-whoo!

Process the scene.

Relax, chiquita.

Now don't get too comfortable
in that chair.

Well, it's been a month,
and I haven't felt a thing.

Nothing, no movement,
no tingling.

Nothing.
Danny, you gotta be patient.

We gotta start thinking that
this might be the way it is,

is what we gotta do.

Doctor said there's no permanent
damage to your spine.

Inflammation
from the gunshot wound

is causing temporary paralysis.
Yeah, but

how do you forget the words
like "more than likely,

best case scenario,
60% chance of recovery"?

How do you do that?

Well, for one, I'm an optimist.

For another if you don't
recover,

I'm going to kick your butt.

Oh, so you're getting tough
with me now?

Is that what you're doing?
You-you threatening me?
Yeah.

Yeah, I am.
Yeah, well, you know what?

You didn't even use profanity,
okay.

You're too cute
to threaten.

Don't make fun of me.
What's that, Montana?

You call that a push?

* *

* I don't care what you said
so long ago *

* The double insane lie *

(tapping glass)

* It don't move, will the soul
save anyone? *

* I sure can say it right *

* Suicide *

* Suicide *

* You never look at what
you see around here *

* You only look at what
you see around me *

* You never look at what
you see around here *

There's still something
there.

* You only look at what
you see around me *

* Suicide *

* Suicide... *

You used to file
unsolved cases

in a single folder
on the corner of your desk.

Yeah, well,

none of those cases put someone
I know in a wheelchair.

Or threatened the lives of
people I cared about.

None of those cases
was personal.

Mac, what happened last night?

You and Danny,
no backup, no heads up.

Not to mention,

it was dangerous.

I've been studying these walls
for the past three weeks

trying to answer one question.

Who had a reason to want one
of us or all of us dead?

Despite all
this evidence,

crime reports,

possible suspects,

witness accounts,

I'm no closer to the identity
of the shooter

than the night it happened.

Three people
were seriously wounded.

The bartender died.

Danny's in that chair.

So, when he called...

You had to do something.

Damn right.

What did Shakespeare say?

"Tempt not a desperate man."

Going to that building seemed
like my only option.

You keep using words
like "my,"

"me," "I."

You are not in this alone, Mac.

(phone ringing)

Taylor.

What?

It's happened again.

(screaming)

(tires squealing)

Same caliber
and brand

as the one we collected
from the office building.

We never recovered any casings
at the bar scene.

They were ejected from the gun
into the backseat.

So we're gonna need to find

a bullet in order to prove
it was the same gun used

at all three scenes.

There were about 20 people
on line.

Thankfully, no one was hurt.

A couple people
were grazed,

and a few people
suffered minor injuries

trying to get out of the way.

And all who saw the car
gave the same description.

Gray sedan, tinted windows.

No plates.
BONASERA:
Oh, this sounds like the same

vehicle I saw the night
that we were in the bar.

That's what our Jane Doe was
trying to tell us.

But I think the three of them
are planning something else.

She knew something was
gonna happen. That's why

she had to meet Danny
last night.

Oh, this is crazy.

(bystanders clamoring)

These son of bitches
are fearless.

(overlapping shouting)

Do you have any
leads in the case?

Detective, was anybody hurt
in last night's shooting?

Excuse me, will you be
making a statement?
Is this connected

to the shooting in
Astoria two weeks ago?
No comment.

Did you see the signs
in Times Square, Detective?

"Do we have
your attention?"

"Pay us and we'll stop."

These messages showed
up in Times Square

within an hour
of the shooting.

They're clearly suggesting
a ransom should be paid.

These guys are cocky.
TAYLOR:
They're not as confident

as they appear to be.
MESSER:
I don't know.

Times Square billboard?
That's pretty bold.

Or the ultimate form of panic.

They know we're
on to them.

They have no idea

what Jane Doe told us
before they killed her.

They're accelerating their plan.

They have to get theirs
before we get them.

BONASERA:
Which means

they're going to make mistakes.

Hey, I followed up

on the question you got
from that reporter.

There was a shooting
two weeks ago

in Astoria, Queens.

Restaurant sign
and awning were damaged.

Why didn't we know about this?
The place was closed.

Nobody was there.
The only call came
from the owner

the next day
regarding vandalism.

Now, they did find
a bullet fragment, but it was

too small to get a match
in IBIS.
BONASERA:
So it won't give us

a match on any of the bullets
we recovered

from the bar, the office
building or last night's club.

ROSS:
I don't get it.

Why shoot the place up
if no one's in there?

Well, there was
a party scheduled

for that night,
but they cancelled it

at the last minute.

They couldn't have known that.

Even if they had,
I don't think they cared.

ese guys aren't looking
to kill, they're looking

to scare.
MESSER:
Yeah, well, then why
don't they use something

other than guns?
No, think about it.

All that gunfire,
there's been one fatality.

And at both the scene
last night and the
restaurant,

most of the damage was
to the awning

and the top of the building.

Their weapon of choice?

Style SPP auto machine pistol--

small weapon, high recoil,

certainly not known
for accuracy.

So these thugs
are in the business of fear.

They want the entire city
to be at their mercy.

Yeah, but that's power:
people too scared to go out.

Clubs, bars, restaurants
start losing patrons.

Ultimately, it's a financial
crisis for the city.

That's messed up.

Let's go over everything
we know and don't know so far.

BONASERA:
Well, we clearly know
that this is

not about targeting cops.

Not one of the patrons
at last night's club

had any affiliation
with law enforcement.

MONROE:
So the night they attacked us,

they just happened to pick
a bar filled with cops?

ROSS:
Now, the message

on the Times Square LCD
was paid for

with a stolen credit card
and made by phone.

A disposable phone.

Jane Doe also used
a disposable phone

to call the Tips Hotline.

So no paper trail
in either case.

BONASERA:
We're waiting for
additional surveillance

footage from the office building
and the guard is still missing.

TAYLOR:
Adam, anything

from the office building
elevator?

Uh, no, nothing.

Fire him, Mac.
This kid's slacking off.

(laughter)

BONASERA:
Oh, and Ballistics confirmed
that it was the same gun

used at the bar,
the office building

and last night's club.

MONROE:
And possibly,
the restaurant.

That leaves us with what we
started with: our Jane Doe.

And her brother, Jake.

We need a last name.

Adam?
Hmm?

You know the young woman
standing out in the hallway?

No.

Well, you're about to meet her.

She claims there was
un-recovered evidence

in the elevator at the scene.

What?

There's an undocumented

print on the ceiling
of the elevator.

More specifically,
a bloody print.

How do you know that?
I'm a crime scene
cleanup technician.

So I checked
the number identifiers

for everything collected
and photographed at the scene,

and this print
is not among them.

What'd you say
your name was again?

Haylen Becall.

Well, Haylen,
uh, that's impossible,

so thanks for stopping by.
Adam.

I did my job, Mac.

BONASERA:
Haylen is not accusing you

of not doing your job, Adam.

Actually...

if you hadn't done your job,
I never would've noticed.

I believe you sprayed
the leuco-crystal violet

in the elevator?
Yes.

And that was early
in the morning.

I arrived much later
in the afternoon.

You're suggesting a significant
temperature change.

An increase of over 20 degrees.

And in a closed elevator,

you've, in essence,
created an LCV fuming chamber.

The chemicals vaporize
in the high temperatures

and, ultimately,
develop prints

on any and all surfaces
in the space.

TAYLOR:
Which is why Haylen found

the bloody print
and you didn't.

Adam, it sounds like
you got some work to do.

(groans, mutters)

I should go with him, I guess.

Perfect.

Mac, you said

you discharged
your weapon twice

in the direction
of the shooter, right?

A bullet could've grazed him.

Yeah, then how does his blood
end up on the ceiling?

I pulled the fire alarm
to alert building security.

Maybe he attempted
an escape out the top

of the elevator? There was
no surveillance evidence

suggesting he went out
the front door of the building.

Either way, we just
might have found the DNA

that can identify our shooter.

Hey... Look, I didn't mean
to embarrass you.

Okay.

No, really.

I know how this must look.

I get it. You're just, uh,
trying to show off.

Well, I like to think of it
as trying to impress the boss.

I want your job.
(groans)

I mean, not your job, but...
to do what you do.

Okay.

It's not like
I just got lucky.

I had to know that
print was important.

Anyone else would've just
wiped over it and moved on.

I've spent a lot of
hours washing blood

off of pavement
and scraping flesh

off of everything
you can think of.

And trust me, cleaning up
crime scenes is not

the top of my
part-time job list.

But it's one step
closer to doing what
I really want to do.

I want to work in the lab.

So I was just

wondering if there are
any entry-level positions.

Part-time, weekends,
night shift?

I'll clean test tubes
and sweep floors if I have to.

Haylen, I'm the low man
on the totem pole.

So if you think
that I have any type

of pull or influence...
you're wrong.

Sorry.

Well, is there
any chance you could

put a good word in
with Detective Taylor?

(laughs):
Wow, gutsy.

Um... no.

Come on. Why not?

Let's just start
with the fact

that I've only known you
for the past two hours.

Not to mention,
there's a hiring freeze,

budget cuts, layoffs.

So like you were just saying,
the job you're after...

it's mine, okay?

I'm not giving up.

* *

(whirring)

* How long do you... *

* Do you... do you... *

* Do you think you can stay? *

* How long do you... *

* Do you... do you... *

* Do you think you can stay? *

* How long do you... *

* Do you... do you... *

* Do you think... *

* How long do you think... *

* Do you think... *

* Do you think you can stay... *

(beeping)

(dialing phone)

Hey, Sid, got a minute?

EDNA just found us a match.

SID: There's no question
about it, right?

Look at the similarities.
Here's Mac.

I recovered
a piece of glass

from a wound in our Jane Doe.

Well, that makes sense.

A chandelier in the high rise
shattered from the gunfire.

(rapid gunfire)

But this glass is not

from a crystal
of a chandelier.

In fact,
it was recovered

from a previous wound
in the victim's shoulder.

One that had healed
within the last month.

My initial thought was that it
was a bullet fragment,

but the rounds
I retrieved were intact.

And EDNA has determined
that it's heat-treated glass.

The color is a durable paint,
resistant to fading.

Specifically,
an oil-based enamel

engineered
for sign painters.

It's commonly used

in storefront windows.

I think I know
where you're going with this.

There's one way to prove it.

This piece of glass
came from this window.

And depth and placement
in the tissue of our victim

suggest it flew
like shrapnel into her flesh.

Exactly, the result of the
bullets shattering the glass.

She was there.

Our Jane Doe

was in the bar with us,
the exact night

and time of the shooting.

BONASERA:
Our missing security guard?

Yes, ma'am.

Albert Pelton.

The high rise...

is three blocks that way.

Looks like our perp got lazy,

dumping the body so close.

You know what?
I don't think it was a dump.

Pardon me

for treading
on your territory,

but we got a blood trail
that leads from there to here.

And the space between
the drops suggests run.

(panting)

Well, there is no way our killer

ran all this way
carrying Albert's body.
Right.

So it looks like our boy,
Albert,

tracked the shooter
to this alley.

Well, the wound
suggests a knife.

If our killer had a gun,
why not just shoot him?

Automatic weapon
jams more often than not.

(clicking)

Large blood flow, deep wound--

looks like it severed
the femoral artery.

And Albert still
went after the guy?

I mean, that's impossible.

Albert had to have
been stabbed here...

which means the blood trail
belongs to our shooter.

The size of the blood drops
suggests that the wound

was much higher.

Possibly in the arm.

Maybe one of Mac's bullets did
more than just graze.

And Albert...

caught up with him
right here.

(grunting)

You know what
I don't get, though?

I don't get the sleeve.

No blood trail leaves here.

Yeah.

Our shooter used the sleeve
to bandage a wound.

(groans)

This is blood spatter,
not a stain.

And there's no chest wound.

So it's our shooter's blood.

Yeah, and I think Albert here

wounded our suspect.

Our Jane Doe was already
in the building.

Had to be.
All right, well,

if that's true, why didn't
she attract the attention

of the security guard?
I mean, she didn't even sign in.

She works there.

Employees don't sign in.

So that's why
she picked the 30th floor.

She knew it'd be empty.
Right.

MONROE: The problem is
it's a weekend.

We can't get an ID till Monday.

There's another way.

We need a subpoena
for the building's

voicemail system.
Specifically, the voicemail

greetings
of every female employee.

MESSER:
All right, well, you lost me.

We don't know
who we're looking for.

Our Jane Doe made a call
to the Tips Hotline,

then got patched to you.

Every call made to that hotline

is recorded.
I'm thinking
we can match

her office voicemail
greeting to that call.
Right.

* *

* *

HAWKES:
If we can't identify
our shooter by description,

I was thinking maybe
we could locate him
by his injury.

We got it.
The blood that Haylen

and I found in the elevator
is a match to the blood

on Albert Pelton's shirt.

And we know it's not his.
Please tell me

you got a hit in CODIS.
We got a hit in CODIS.

David Wilson.

Rap sheet in every area code.

Well, let's hope that
makes it easy to find him.

You might want to start
with the hospitals.

Based on these
spurting patterns,

I'm thinking
that the knife

Albert was stabbed
in the leg with,

he used on Wilson.

Slammed it once into his
subclavian artery...

and then again.

(groaning)

And because
we didn't find the weapon

and there was no blood trail
leaving the scene,

that means that
David Wilson left

with that knife stuck
in his chest.

(groaning)

MONROE:
Boom, there it is.

Nice.

MONROE:
Mac!

We got our vic's
voicemail recording.

What's the extension number?

5506.

Play it back to confirm.

WOMAN: This is Risa,
I'm not at my desk.

Please leave me a message.

She doesn't say her last name.

Give me a minute,
we'll find it

in the directory
under the extension.

Let's compare the voices.

Play the Tips
Hotline call.

WOMAN: You're the one that got
injured in that bar shooting?

MESSER: Yep, I'm the guy.
What do you want?

Sounds like the same voice.

WOMAN:
Any chance you'll walk again?

MESSER: Doctor says I've got
a ten percent chance.

Look, you got a tip, or what?

MESSER:
Got a name! Risa Calaveras.

I didn't see
a ring on her finger,

so I'm gonna assume
it's a maiden name.

That means her brother
is Jake Calaveras.

I'm going to run wild cards.

Ten percent chance
of walking?

You told me it was 60.

(clears throat)

I just didn't
want to scare you.

You know what
scares me, Danny?

Is that you think
you have to lie to me.

I want you to know that
no matter what happens,

I'm here to stay.

Nothing is ever
going to change the way
that I feel about you.

And you know what?

Ten percent?

I'll take it.

That's a chance.

That's hope.

But it seems like you've decided
that it isn't enough.

No, no, no,
I haven't decided anything.

I can hear it
in your voice, Danny.

On that phone call,

you're giving up.
No, I'm not, Lindsay.

I just don't need a cheerleader,
you know, babe?

You're right.

You need a kick in the ass.

Look, if I have to believe
in you all by myself, I will.

I've gone with the
long shot before,

Danny, and I ended up wi you.

They said there was a ten
percent chance of rain today.

I brought my umbrella,
because ten percent

is enough for me to believe
that it's possible.

BONASERA:
Mac, our shooter,

Dave Wilson is dead.

He was dumped
in the parking lot

of Trinity General Hospital.

Came in as a John Doe,
died in surgery.

We're combing
through the hospital's
surveillance footage now.

The driver of that car's got
to be partner number three.

We locate Jake Calaveras?

Not yet.
Flack sent two Unis

to his apartment.

It was obvious
he left in a hurry.

Hey, guys. Digital
surveillance from the
hospital security camera

captured the plate of the car
that dumped Dave Wilson.

DMV get us a name?

Yes.
Tyson Menlo.

1027 Bowery, apartment 301.

FLACK:
NYPD, Menlo! We got a warrant.

Drop the gun!
Put the gun down!
(officers shout)

Come on, Jake. You don't
want to do this, man.

It was Dave who killed Risa!

I wouldn't do that, man.
You've got to believe me.

Jake!

Put the gun down!
He killed my sister!

And we'll do something about it.
You don't have to.

She was just trying to help

Risa was just trying to help,
that's all.

I'm sure she
wouldn't want you to get

into any more trouble, Jake.
She wouldn't want you

to do something stupid.

It's too late.

No, no...

It's too late.

(gunshot)

OFFICER: Get down! Get down now!
On your knees!

(handcuffs click)

It was all just talk, at first.

Then Wilson came up
with this idea.

What if we made
the city work for us?

You know?

He used the word "ransom."

I thought he was joking.

But they kept
talking about it.

Doing something,

again and again and again,

and having the city
pay us to stop.

TAYLOR:
Why, Jake?

To what end?

Dave said because we could.

Just...

because we could.

Because you could?

Is that what I should
tell the family

of the bartender who died?

Or all the people
who were injured?

Is that what I should
tell my detective

who's sitting in a wheelchair?

Hey, they didn't know
there were cops in that bar.

They were just looking
for someplace that was crowded.

You keep saying "they," Jake.

Don't you mean you
and Wilson and Tyson?

No.

'Cause I didn't go that night.

I didn't.

Risa didn't want me to.

Your sister thought
you were in that car.

I know.

I should have called her.

But I was pissed off.

Okay?

I didn't want to give her
the satisfaction of knowing

it really did matter
what she said.

But she was there, Jake.
She was in the bar.

She had nothing to do with this,
if that's what you're thinking.

She was there for me,
to stop me.

And it only made it more
dangerous for the both of us.

Wilson and Tyson
came after us.

They thought
we'd go to the cops.

I didn't think they'd...

I didn't think they'd kill her.

(sobbing): I didn't think
they'd kill her.

Damn it, I told her not to go.

She was there for you, Jake.

Her only concern was you.

(crying)

Stella.

Hey.
Hey.

Um, about the other night.
Yeah.

Adam, it was wonderful.
Yeah.

And stupid,
and spontaneous and memorable.

Yeah.
And not something

we should ever do again.

You took the words
right out of my mouth.

Um...

Okay.
Okay.

BONASERA:
Linds?

You okay?
Yeah.

It's Risa Calaveras'
hotline call.

RISA: The only way I could think
to stop Jake

was to go to the bar...

to tell everyone to get out.

But then I saw them.

I wasn't sure at first.

Then someone told me
that a cop had died.

Cops, and all I could think
about was protecting Jake.

If I told them what was about
to happen there would

be questions;
we'd both be in trouble.

So I thought if he just sees
me, he won't do it,

and Dave and Jake
will drive right by.

So I stood outside
and waited for the car.

I remember the face of the last
man to enter.

BONASERA:
Jessica Angell was one of
those rare people,

the kind who reaffirm our faith
in humanity.

RISA:
I didn't know Jake wasn't
in the car.

(screaming)

* *

* I need another place *

* Will there be peace? *

* I need another world *

* This one's nearly gone *

* Still have too many dreams *

* Never seen the light *

* I need another world *

* This one's nearly gone *

* I'm gonna miss the birds *

* Singing all their songs *

* I'm gonna miss the wind *

* Been kissing me so long *

* Whoa *
(thunder rumbles)

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