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["My Girl"]

♪ I've got sunshine ♪

♪ On a cloudy day ♪

- You ready? Yeah. - Yes.

Here it comes! Here it comes!

Run, Vivian, run!

I'm gonna get you.

I'm gonna get you.

Whoa, here she comes.

[Vivian] 'Go higher! Go higher!'

Whee!

Coming in for a landing!

It's a perfect day.

Now, we should think about heading back.

No, I don't wanna go home.

It's getting late, Vivian.

Why can't we just stay here forever?

Okay, close your eyes.

Come on. Please?

Okay, listen really, really hard.

Do you hear the ocean?

Mm-hmm.

Now, look, but don't open your eyes.

Can you see it?

It'll always be here for you.

No one can ever take it away.

Because it'll always be right in here.

Forever.

Our perfect day.

Forever?

And ever.

[seagulls squawking]

[dramatic music]

[siren wailing]

[Stillman] 'Some bum out fishing this morning got a bite.'

[Rush] 'Floater in the water?'

[Stillman] 'No, a hand from the river bottom.'

[Valens] That's the way to jump-start the AM.

That was a kid.

Female, probably white, three to five years old.

Been under for maybe, decades.

Cause of death?

Too early to tell, but she's got crushed vertebrae

in the neck area, shattered skull...and check this out.

Two breaks on the radius and ulna.

- Forearm bones. - Overkill?

These are old wounds. Healed over.

Someone abusing her.

Takes some kinda rage, breaking a kid's arm in two places.

Some kinda monster.

I'd like to meet whoever's responsible, face to face.

Hearing you loud and clear, boss.

Doer better still be out there.

Kinda job you hate the most to catch

but worth the most to close.

[theme music]

- Miller. - Oh, crap.

Huh. I'm tryin' to quit.

Yeah? How's that goin' for ya?

Do it 20 times a day. I figure one time's gotta stick.

Want you to know, I appreciate

your contribution on the last job.

Glad to be of service.

Good group of folks you got over there.

You ever consider joining?

Homicide?

You making me an offer?

You got reservations?

Because of fishtown?

You heard about that, huh?

Well, a cop gets shot, word gets out.

Well, anyway, uh, I made my peace with that.

It's just, uh..

...some schedule stuff, I gotta look at.

Anything I need to know about?

Nothing I can't handle.

You'll get back to me?

Definitely.

Thanks, lieutenant.

According to the lab, Baby Jane Doe's been

at the bottom of this river for 40-some years.

Puttin' her murder sometime in the '60s.

But from '60 to '69, we got no missing persons report

of a three to five-year-old white female.

And what kind of family doesn't report their kid missing?

The kinda family that kills their kid?

Maybe, we check DHS' Child Abuse Unit records.

Kid's doctor might have reported that broken arm.

There was no Child Abuse Unit back then.

Docs weren't trained to recognize abuse, no one was.

A kid like this would've fallen through the cracks easy.

And we got another boy in the box.

No one ever came forward to claim him.

[Rush] 'Back then, they didn't have'

facial reconstruction technology...we do.

So we create a picture of what the victim

could've looked like, off the skull.

Put this picture in circulation.

Maybe, an old neighbor, family member

'recognizes our Baby Jane Doe.'

Needle in a haystack, but I might've tracked

your victim's fractures.

Two breaks on the forearm, real unique injury, right?

'Same kind of breaks were treated'

at St. Boniface's emergency room, circa 1965.

Does it say who the victim was?

Er, "Vivian Smith. Age four. White female."

Doc who treated her, is still alive and kicking.

Yes, that's my signature.

I was in my first year of residency in '65.

Do you remember that patient, Dr. Greggs?

Vivian Smith. Four years old, White female.

Multiple fractures to the radius, ulna.

Yes, I remember her.

First time I realized

how little I could do for children like that.

What do you mean?

I'd patch them up, send them home up until the next time.

We think she was killed shortly after you treated her.

Any idea, who might've been responsible?

Mom.

She brought her in.

A local waitress, from what I can remember.

There a father in the picture?

Not according to this.

Mom kept insisting she "dropped" her kid.

[Cindy] 'It just happened so fast.'

I was holding her and then, next thing you know, I dropped her.

Dropped her, huh?

How'd that happen, you dropping her?

Well, silly me.

I think, I need glasses. See, my eyes, they don't work so hot.

'And I just keep dropping things.'

Your daughter has spiral fractures.

It's caused when you take a child's arm..

'...and snap it.'

- Take her away. - Excuse me?

She's better off without me.

[Dr. Greggs] 'What about your mother's?'

- Or a relative's? - I don't have anyone.

Please, just take her away before it's too late.

I can't just take your kid.

You wanna get those eyes looked at.

[Dr. Greggs] 'Sign for your daughter here.'

So mom was trying to save the kid from herself.

[Dr. Greggs] 'There was nothing I could do.'

Child abuse wasn't even a concept in '65.

Anyway, mom gave us a false name.

How did you know that?

Hospital bill came back a week later.

No known recipient. No known address.

You said she was a local girl? A waitress?

- Carhop kinda uniform? - That's what it looked like.

Only carhop in Philly is Milt's Burger Joint, Thurman Street.

Best cheese fries in town.

Place was a carhop back in '65.

Hey, you worked here as a waitress, Mattie?

Scrimped and saved my tips for years

till I could call this armpit my own.

You remember another waitress that had a daughter

four years old?

Kid mighta had acaston her arm.

Oh, sure.

Cindy...something.

'I don't recall her last name.'

Well, maybe, we have a talk with the former owner.

Good luck.

Cheap pervert.

Took a nosedive into his cheese fries ten years back.

[cellphone rings]

What do you remember about this Cindy?

Restless, skittish kinda gal. Type who had it all.

Great husband,great kid. Wanted nothing to do with them.

- She was married? - Yes.

Met her husband once. Heart o'gold type. But her..

...somethin' was rotten up in the old spaghetti factory.

["I Can't Help Myself"]

♪ Ooh ♪

♪ Sugarpie honeybunch ♪

♪ You know that I love you ♪

♪ I can't help myself ♪

♪ I love you ♪

You'll get used to it, honey.

How much money does it take to, uh...run away?

Run away? What would you wanna run away for, honey?

Don't you have a family?

I'm a bad mother.

Oh, you don't mean that now.

Sometimes, I think my only way out is when one of them dies.

♪ When you snap your fingers ♪

Sweetheart?

♪ I come a-runnin' to you ♪

What are you doing here, Roger?

Why aren't you at work?

I wanted to see my girls.

[Vivian] 'Mommy! Mommy!'

Look what daddy got me!

Oh, Vivian, she's beautiful.

I got a white paw just like Snowflake!

♪ Can't help myself ♪

Stay in the car, sweetie. Let mommy and daddy talk.

- She's gonna be okay, Cindy. - How can you say that?

The most important thing is that we work this out.

As a family.

- I can't. - You're her mommy.

And nothing's ever gonna change that.

She needs you.

I need you.

♪ Every time I see your face ♪

♪ I get all choked up inside ♪♪

Had that man wrapped around her little finger.

Sounds like she was about to bolt.

And he was desperate to keep her. At any cost.

Lil, boss called.

Thanks for your time, Mattie.

They put those facial reconstruction photos

of Baby Jane Doe out.

- That was fast. - Got a hit.

Lady came in five minutes ago. Says she knows our girl.

I was just leaving the courthousewhen I saw this.

You work at the PD's office, Ms. Stanton?

Court reporter.

[Valens] 'You saying you know this girl?'

No. I mean, yes. I think I do.

- Can I ask a question? - Sure.

Rumor has it, you found her in the river.

Yes. We did.

How did she die?

We're not sure yet.

Anyway, cut to the chase.

[phone ringing]

- It's a pretty close match. - Where'd you get this photo?

It's one of the few things I have left from my childhood.

How do you mean?

That little girl in the photo..

That girl is me.

[dramatic music]

I was adopted when I was four.

There's very little I remember before then.

But I always felt a part of me was missing.

Do you remember her at all?

I remember a girl, but I thought she was my invisible friend.

Something a child makes up.

I never thought she could be real.

Well, we'll need to take a swab, test your DNA

against our Baby Jane Doe.

So the girl you found in the river..

...she could have been my sister.

It's possible.

What about your parents?

Do you remember them?

Last time I saw my mother..

...that's the only memory I have.

["As Tears Go By"]

Where's Vivian, mommy?

Listen to me, sweetheart.

Vivian...she's just someone you made up in your mind.

Like an invisible friend.

Vivian's just make-believe?

Don't you see?

It's so much better this way.

Because, she'll always be with you.

Watching over you, no matter where you go.

Like an angel?

Yes, like an angel.

Go to sleep now, sweetheart.

Close your eyes.

[door creaking]

You'll be in good hands here.

You're better off without me.

He'll keep you safe.

And whenever it seems mommy's far, far away..

...all you have to do is close your eyes.

'And I'll be here with you.'

Forever?

And ever.

Bye-bye, baby.

I never saw her again.

DHS found me a home.

Good, loving people raised me. I was lucky.

And that medallion your mother gave you, do you still have it?

I do, yeah.

She mentioned a man watching over you.

"He'll keep you safe," she said.

St. Michael. Maybe that's what she meant.

'"BN 3546."'

Always wondered what that meant.

St. Michael's the patron saint of cops.

"BN" could mean badge number.

I'll let you know if there's something to it, Maura.

Thanks for your time.

I've had a good life.

But still..

...I'd like to know.

Why she left.

Art Balducci?

No need to shine them badges.

Cheery mugs give you boys away.

Takes a cop to know a cop.

Badge number 3546.

Hung up the uniform 20 years ago.

Good riddance.

Ever run across this girl on the job?

Looks familiar. Who is she?

Kid who had this.

My St. Michael's. Where'd you find it?

Same little girl, all grown up now.

That a fact?

Yeah. Now I remember her.

Her sister. Twins.

You close with the family?

No. Met 'em once. That's it.

So why'd you give her your medallion?

I was a rookie, see. We got a call to this house.

Neighbors are complaining 'cause of the noise.

[knockingon door]

Police!

Open up!

[glass shattering]

[knocking continues]

Police. Open up.

Can I help you, officers?

We got a noise complaint.

[officer] 'Everything okay here?'

[Roger] 'We're sitting down to a meal.'

Ain't that right, sweetheart?

It's Hawaiian casserole night.

It's mm-mm good, right, girls?

Don't want to disturb your evening, eh, folks.

- Have a good night. - Everything okay here, ma'am?

I'm just fine. Thank you.

- What'd you do to her? - Shut up, kid. Let's go.

He beat her. On her face.

No. No, I just, I fell.

'It's...my eyes. They don't work very well.'

I-I think I need glasses.

Let's take a walk around the block.

Cool your engines.

Yeah, sure.

Get yourself cleaned up, lady.

Daddy's gonna come back to make mommy cry again.

Do you know who this is?

It's St. Michael. He's the patron saint of mommies.

He keeps an eye on 'em. And he never lets them come to harm.

- Really? - Sure.

Go on. Put it on your mommy.

What do you say, Maura?

Thank you.

It's time for your bath, girls.

I should give this back to you.

Oh, no, no, keep it.

Your girls will notice if it's gone.

That's very kind of you.

- Thank you. - Sure.

Oh, I'm Cindy Mulvaney.

Pleased to meet you.

I think you see just fine, ma'am.

Pardon me?

Situations like this..

...they always end up bad.

You need to take your girls and leave.

- Tonight. - And go where?

My parents are dead. I'm an only child.

And I haven't had a friend in years.

So please, tell me where should I go.

If you need a place to go..

...you call this number.

[Valens] 'So it was her husband abusing the girls.'

Not her.

She was covering it up.

They always do.

So what was this number you gave her?

Some kind of shelter?

No shelters back then.

Just a few good samaritans who knew what it was like

being on the receiving end of a fist.

So she call this number?

Got me. Never heard from her again.

No way she would've turned to the police for help after that.

Police.

Her husband was the police.

Roger Mulvaney was a cop in my precinct.

[dramatic music]

Her husband was a cop in the 14th district

and a bona fide hero.

Decorated twice for valor.

Killed in the line of duty, 1965.

They got his picture up at Jones' Tavern.

Now, that's great.

Bad enough, cops in '65, turned a blind eye on abusers.

If that abuser was a cop..

Guy had a free pass, 24/7, 365.

What do you got on mom?

Cynthia Mulvaney drops off the face of the earth in '65.

A few months before her husband's killed.

We tracked down nine other Cynthia Mulvaneys

in the tri-state area.

We're following up

if she's still alive.

Meanwhile, I got a name and number on the lady

who ran that makeshift shelter in '65.

- A Nancy Walsh. - Still in the life.

Heads up a battered women shelter in Germantown.

So in '65, you set up an underground railroad

for battered women?

It was hardly a railroad.

Just my living room with a handful of cots.

I took in as many families as I could.

Last stop on the line?

The only stop, dear.

Would you remember a woman named Cindy Mulvaney?

Uh, twin girls?

This was one of 'em.

Oh, yeah.

Their mother wouldn't speak one word to anybody

but her daughters, the first two weeks she was here.

Why not?

Her husband swore he'd find her if she ever left him.

Take everything she loved.

He meant he'd kill the girls and make her watch.

What a prince.

So she blamed herself, like we all do.

["Will You Love Me Tomorrow"]

You just push the button here, see?

Like we did at the beach. You make a homemade movie.

♪ Tonight you're mine completely ♪

Lot of laundry today, huh?

♪ You give your love so sweetly ♪

Anyway, thanks for pitching in.

They're just a few months old.

The girls, when he first hits you.

Who, Cindy, your husband?

And you tell yourself it was just a shove, really.

[Cindy] 'He didn't mean it. He loves me.'

- So you stay. - We all stayed.

Until one day, you realize the door you could've walked out

a long time ago..

...is nailed shut forever.

You provided each and every nail every time you stayed.

You had nowhere to go, no money.

But you left.

Remember that.

♪ Tonight with words unspoken ♪

I miss my wife.

'Cindy..'

Take the girls and go upstairs.

I don't know what came over me.

I swear, it will not happen again.

You always say that.

Being all alone in that house these last few weeks..

...it made me realize.

Without you, without my girls..

...I'm nothin'.

Let me go, Roger.

Please.

I can't.

Because you're my wife.

You're my happily ever after.

Come home to me.

[Roger] 'My shift ends at midnight.'

I'll see you then.

[door slams]

♪ So tell me now ♪

Let's pack up our things.

You don't have to go back to that jerk.

You have another choice, Cindy.

Remember?

♪ Will you still love me tomorrow ♪

"Choice."

What'd she mean by that?

I don't know.

Tiffany was her friend, her confidante.

Maybe you could ask her.

Well, you know where we can find this Tiffany?

She's one of our most generous donors.

Volunteers here.

I can give you her number.

Lucky woman, getting out.

What about Cindy?

- She get lucky, too? - No.

No, she packed her bags, and went home that very night.

I tried to convince her to stay

but she said there was no use in running.

He'd track her down to the ends of the earth.

Guy was a cop, had the resources.

Yeah.

So you ever see Cindy again?

Usually don't, after a woman goes back to her husband.

Unless I pay a visit to the local cemetery.

[Jeffries] 'You were Cindy's friend, Tiffany.'

You knew she had other options.

When I said Cindy had a choice

I meant the man who was madly in love with her.

And I wasn't talking about that pig of a husband.

Cindy was having an affair?

Don't make it sound tawdry, because it wasn't.

It was...sweet.

Who was this guy?

I don't remember his name..

...but he had eyes like yours.

Kind.

Sexy.

He was Cindy's way out.

I always told myself she took it.

Firm shoulders.

He had those, too.

And how would you know that?

He brought us to the beach one day.

Just a few days after Cindy first came to the shelter.

Had the affair had been going on for awhile by then?

It was just beginning.

Cindy wouldn't talk to a soul except the girls.

So which beach did he bring you to?

The dreadful Jersey Shore.

But, still..

...we were able to forget where we'd came from.

That we were depending on the kindness of strangers.

That must have been nice, Tiffany.

It was magical.

If just for a day.

Shot a home movie of it.

You don't still have this home movie, by any chance?

It's yours for a smile, big boy.

[chuckles]

[Jeffries] 'DNA results came in positive.'

Vivian was your identical twin.

Your mother's name was Cynthia Mulvaney.

[Rush] 'Your father was a police officer.'

His name was Roger.

You found my parents?

[Jeffries] 'We're still looking for your mom.'

Your dad was killed on the job in 1965.

Oh.

Well, what was he like?

We think he was abusive.

To your mother.

To you girls.

[Rush] 'Any memories of that, Maura?'

Like I said, there's very little I remember from my childhood.

No wonder.

We need your help identifying this guy in this home movie.

Of what?

Your mother and Vivian

someone else we can't identify and you.

Maybe he knows what happened to your sister.

Well, what're we waiting for?

[projector whirring]

Oh, my god. Is that my mom?

Yeah, and Vivian.

That smell in the air, the water.

It was the first time I saw the ocean.

This help you remember anything else?

[Maura] 'Yeah, that swimsuit Vivian's wearing.'

We fought over it.

And she won.

[Rush] 'You remember that man, Maura?'

The one picking up Vivian?

[Rush] 'Maura?'

[Maura] 'She was so happy.'

And sad at the same time.

Your mom was?

That day on the beach, she called it "our perfect day."

And if you closed your eyes...

'it would last forever.'

♪ I've got sunshine ♪

Vivian's it, mommy.

Play us a song, mommy.

- A song? - On the piano.

[man] 'I didn't know you played the piano.'

Mommy played all the time before.

Even when she was a little girl.

She stopped 'cause of daddy.

'Oh.'

'Won't you play a song for me?'

♪ My girl ♪♪

- Wow. It's beautiful. - I didn't hear anything.

Well, you know what we got here?

It's a "Top 40" hit.

Isn't that right, mom?

- Can you girls sing? - No.

- Dance? - No.

Fantastic. We're gonna take this show on the road.

You and me... and our dancing chimpanzees.

[laughing]

What do you say, Mom?

You run away with me?

Are you going to kiss mommy?

[laughing]

♪ My girl ♪♪

[Maura] 'That was Art.'

Art Balducci?

The cop who came to your house that time?

Yes, that's him.

He was in love with your mother?

And she was in love with him.

Can't you see?

So why did you keep it a secret, Art?

You and Cindy?

I got nothin' to say to youse.

'Unless you knew what happened to Vivian.'

How she was killed.

Or maybe you're protecting Cindy.

No way she'd lay a finger on her own kid.

- No way. - Somebody did.

He didn't deserve her.

Or those girls.

You, on the other hand, were willing to start a new life

with someone you'd known for two weeks.

But how'd it begin?

You and Cindy?

[sighs]

I went to that shelter to check in on her.

I thought it'd be that one time.

But I found myself going every day.

That's how.

And a few weeks later, the hubby tracks her down

wants her back for good.

You couldn't let that happen.

I did my best to save her.

But my best wasn't enough.

["Mr. Tambourine Man"]

He found us at the shelter, Art.

We'll never get away from him now, never.

He found you?

He'll be home in an hour and he expects us to be there.

- Well, where is he now? - On shift.

Well, what are we gonna do?

Okay. We're gonna run away. Alright?

[Art] 'You, me, and the girls, we'll go to the shore.'

He's never gonna find us there.

You can't leave your life here, Art, your job.

Why not?

You're young. Your life has just started.

You can't just take on someone else's...kids.

Their wife.

Then be my wife.

Marry me.

What?

I don't have much.

But what I have is yours, and the girls'.

And I'll love you and protect you

and never let harm come your way.

Don't say those things if you don't mean them.

I do.

♪ My toes too numb to step ♪

So?

♪ My boot heels to be wanderin' ♪

Will you marry me?

Does this mean mommy's name is Mrs. Balducci now?

♪ Onto my own parade ♪

♪ Cast your dancing spell ♪

Yes.

♪ I promise to go under it ♪

What about him?

What about Roger?

Right.

You stay here with the girls.

Where are you going, Art?

I'm gonna make sure he never bothers you again.

Keep an eye on mommy, girls.

[girls] 'Okay.'

♪ Play a song for me ♪

♪ In the jingle jangle morning ♪

♪ I'll come following you ♪

[whistling]

Oh, heck, Balducci. You gave me a fright.

What, the whole precinct coming down to see me home?

[grunts]

You let her go.

You let her be.

You understand my meaning?

[grunting]

Yeah. Yeah.

You'll never hurt her again.

[coughing]

That's how we dealt with abusers back then.

Off the books.

Okay.

So then you tried to run off with Cindy?

I thought we were free.

[sighs]

But I went back to my place..

...and they were gone.

Cindy, the girls.

There was a note.

"We forgot Snowflake. Be back soon."

They went back for the cat.

To the house.

I raced over, but it was dark, empty.

I drove around for hours that night lookin' for 'em.

Went down to the shore.

I walked that beach till dawn.

Never found 'em.

I kept hopin' she'd call.

But she never did.

And that's when I knew.

Roger had found her, the girls.

He never said a word..

..but I knew.

Roger was killed in the line of duty a few months later.

You knew his beat.

She was Mrs. Cindy Balducci for a day.

[Art] At least I had that.

Cindy Balducci.

No need to write any of that last part down.

Don't remember what the man said anyhow.

If you ever find Cindy out there somewhere..

...would you tell her..

...she doesn't need to be afraid of him anymore.

Art took care of it.

[piano music]

- Hmm? - Cindy Balducci?

Yes. May I help you?

Philadelphia PD.

Or, uh, is it Mulvaney?

That's all for today.

I'll see you next week.

Please go away.

Maura wants to know why you left.

I don't know anyone by that name.

I'm sorry.

She can't know.

- He'll find her. - Your husband?

He's dead, Cindy.

He can't hurt Maura, not anymore.

[sighs]

He swore he'd find me.

He'd find her.

He would take everything I loved.

Like he took Vivian.

What did he do to Vivian?

Don't you see?

I still had Maura left.

I had to make sure she would be safe from him.

That's why I left her at the church.

And shewassafe.

But now Maura needs to know why she ended up alone.

Tell her.

I had no choice.

I had to make sure he'd never find you.

Even if that meant giving you up forever.

Snowflake, where are you?

Shh. Keep your voice down.

But daddy's still at work, mommy.

I know, but we have to be quiet, okay?

I'll get Snowflake, but you have to promise to stay put, okay?

[girls in unison] Okay.

Snowflake?

Snowflake. Snowflake.

[glass shatters]

Stupid cat. Come here.

Oh, thank God.

Let's get out of here.

[screams]

You wanna drive, or should I?

'Get in.'

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

[Roger] We're a family.

We're gonna work this out.

Families always do.

Isn't that right, girls?

First, I gotta know something.

Where are you taking us?

Did you make it with him?

Roger, not in front of the girls.

Did you make it with him?

No, I didn't.

[Roger] 'Good.'

That's good.

[sobbing]

That means we can start again.

You and me.

Roger..

I'd kill myself if we couldn't.

You're the only thing in my life that counts.

I'm nothing without my family.

[sniffling]

I miss my wife.

I miss you, too.

[Roger] 'Do you miss daddy, girls?'

Yes, daddy.

Should we go home then?

What about Mrs. Balducci, mommy?

We don't need to talk about her.

Who's Mrs. Balducci?

Mommy is.

I'm sorry.

Me, too.

[tires screehing]

[Cindy] 'What are you doing, Roger?'

'What are you doing'?

Roger?

What are you doing with them?

Roger?

Give them back to me.

I'll do anything you want.

- Just give them back to me. - Mommy.

Think you can just drive off into the sunset?

Live happily ever after?

No. No, I don't.

No. No.

There is no happily ever after.

'No!'

Not for us, babe.

Not for you.

Not if I can help it.

[girls] Mommy, mommy!

No-o-o!

No. No.

No-o-o!

[dramatic music]

["Catch the Wind"]

♪ In the chilly hours and minutes ♪

♪ Of uncertainty I want to be ♪

♪ In the warm hold of your loving mind ♪

♪ To feel you all around me ♪

♪ And to take your hand along the sand ♪

♪ Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind ♪

♪ When sundown pales the sky ♪

♪ I wanna hide awhile behind your smile ♪

♪ And everywhere I'd look your eyes I'd find ♪

♪ For me to love you now ♪

♪ Would be the sweetest thing ♪

♪ 'Twould make me sing ♪

♪ Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind ♪

♪ Dee dee dee dee dee dee dee ♪

♪ When rain has hung the leaves with tears ♪

♪ I want you near to kill my fears ♪

♪ To help me to leave all my blues behind ♪

♪ Standin' in your heart ♪

♪ Is where I want to be and I long to be ♪

♪ Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind ♪

♪ Dee dee dee dee dee dee dee ♪

♪ When rain has hung the leaves with tears ♪

♪ I want you near to kill my fears ♪

♪ To help me to leave all my blues behind ♪

♪ Standin' in your heart ♪

♪ Is where I want to be and long to be ♪

♪ Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind ♪

♪ Ah, but I may as well try and catch the wind ♪♪

[female narrator] Stay tuned for scenes from our next episode.

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