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HORSE WHINNIES

Hah!

MAN CALLS TO HORSE

MUSIC BLARES FROM VAN

My God!

MUSIC CONTINUES

MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY

What is your problem, Javier?

The music was
upsetting my horses.

Point of fact,
they're my horses.

Not until Xisco retires.

My grandfather retires
in less than three weeks,

so you are going to have to
find a way to work with me.

Or what?

Can't we at least
try and get on?

You are going to be my
father-in-law, after all.

Over my dead body...

..jefe.

Or, even better, over yours.

JAVIER SPITS

♪ When the moonlight shines

♪ Down on the sea

♪ And you think that
you got a shot at me

♪ Then set me free

♪ You got to set me free

♪ Yeah

♪ And surrender

♪ Surrender. ♪

Oh, stupid machine!

If it's just a machine,
why are you shouting at it?

You should be grateful it's
not you I'm shouting at.

If you hadn't left those
reports till the last minute,

we wouldn't be so up against it.

I'm not taking them home with
me over the long weekend.

Maybe we should go
off grid altogether.

Carmen and I are going on an
artists' retreat in Sant Elm.

Going to paint a little, hike.

I intend on brushing
up on my Catalan.

Seriously? Hm. Si.

Save your holiday plans until
you are actually off duty.

I had a call in about a
credit card fraud problem

at a riding centre
just north of Arta.

Arta? Mm-hm.

That's miles away. Yeah.

And Rancho del Rey's even farther,
at the foot of the mountain.

My friends and I used to ride
there when we were children.

SHE SIGHS

Such carefree summers,
filled with fun and laughter.

It's hard to imagine. Look,
we've got a lot of paperwork

to get on with, Ines. Then
you'd better get moving,

because I promised Senor
Rey we would look into it.

Don't disappoint me.

MIRANDA: Hey, it says here a number
of clients from Rancho del Rey

reported fraudulent
activity from their accounts

soon after visiting the ranch.

Perp's probably long gone. It's
basically an insurance job.

And we're driving all the way across
the island just to confirm it.

Well, actually, I'm
driving, you're complaining.

We may as well make
a day of it, hm?

OK, Rancho del Rey.
Breeding and riding stables,

been around since the '50s,

although this website looks like
it's just been updated, actually.

Ooh, listen to this. "Coming
soon - La Vida Vaquero.

"Experience life as a cowboy,

"trekking over the mountains
and camping under the stars

"for a stress-busting
weekend out on the range."

Oh, they're offering
corporate packages.

Well, there you go.
Why not give it a try?

"Stress-busting" and "horses"
aren't words I'd put together, Max.

Then you're missing out.

I used to do a bit of riding...

..back in the day. Ah.

It simplifies things somehow.

I'd rather simplify things with
a good run, thanks all the same.

We understand some of your clients
have had to cancel their cards.

It's a terrible business
- never happened before.

It's a good thing I am retiring.

Oh?

The whole world has changed and,
frankly, my grandson is welcome to it.

You called the police?

What choice do I have?

Pia Rey.

I'm sorry if my father's
wasted your time.

Someone must have been looking over
my shoulder when I took payment.

Four times?

I'm very careful
with client details,

and the computer's
password-protected.

Hallo! The office is this way.

Hallo, hallo, hallo,
hallo, hallo, du schoner.

HE BLOWS A KISS

Let's just get this
done and filed, can we?

No passwords in the old days.

We kept things
under lock and key.

Locks break, papa.

And you don't need computer access
to steal credit card details.

Have you noticed cards sticking
a little when you take payments?

It's called skimming.

See here, scuff marks where
somebody's attached the device.

It downloads details
from the magnetic strip

every time you swipe.

Are you saying someone broke in?
There's no sign of forced entry.

PIA: I don't understand.

Customers come in and
out, some of the staff,

but nobody handles
payment except...

..except the family.

Well, it's all too
common, unfortunately -

usually at gas
stations or ATMs -

but it only takes a moment to fit,
and if your back was turned...

I knew that card-reader
would be a problem.

My grandson insisted on
it when he came back.

Jose's been at
university in the UK.

Mm. He has a business degree,

and he's right, we're long
overdue for an upgrade.

Well, perhaps we can
talk to Jose himself?

There, with his
fiancee. Jose Rey?

Palma Police.

I'll leave you to it.

This is why we need
a security camera.

It's on the list when the
bank loan comes through.

Having some work done, I see.

Knocking this place
down, for a start.

Building a high-end restaurant
to accommodate high-end clients.

It's part of the rebranding.

Could one of your builders
have fitted the skimmer?

Carl's been here twice
to take measurements.

The real work won't begin until my
grandfather's officially retired.

You only recently returned from the
UK, is that right? Three months ago.

So are you familiar with
all your current staff?

I know everyone, of
course. I grew up here.

OK. So there's yourself, your
mother, your grandfather. Who else?

Javier Santos is stable manager.

His daughter Belia - my
fiancee - runs kids' treks.

They've both been with us for years,
so have most of the stable hands.

Most?

I've been using some
part-timers recently,

just to prep for the extra custom
now the new website's up and running.

Speak to whoever you like.

Javier will round up the
stable hands for you.

Hey...

This guy knows
you. JOSE LAUGHS

Ziggy was my first
horse when I was a kid.

He doesn't get why I don't have
time to mess around any more.

Probably best to leave us to it.

You'll find Javier
in the tack shed.

You play me for a fool!

No, no, no, that's too much.

It's like velvet.

Have a feel.

Why don't you make a start in
here? I'll go find the fiancee.

No. No, no, no. I find another
supplier. It's your choice, muchacho!

MAX CLEARS HIS THROAT

Palma Police.

INDISTINCT CHATTER

JOSE: You had no right to
keep it from me, abuelo,

especially if you were
going to call the cops!

It is my responsibility
until the end of the month.

And I didn't want you
involved, for obvious reasons!

Let's keep it low key, there's
no need to alarm anyone.

Which one of you idiots
has been stealing from us?

STABLE HANDS MURMUR

JOSE: When will you
learn to trust me?

SHOUTING

WHIP CRACKS

Here. Take the bag.

Ketamine. Horse anaesthetic
with a hefty street value.

My cousin forced me, I
swear. I owe him money,

and he heard they
were hiring here.

And the card-reader?
What card-reader?

You want to add resisting arrest

to theft of a controlled
substance and credit card fraud?

OFFICER: Bueno. Bueno, mira...

We need keep a lid on this.

I can't tell children to
lie to their parents, Xisco.

We just have to be honest
- these things happen.

Not here they don't.

Until now.

As you keep saying.

Your grandfather's upset,
darling. I'm not exactly thrilled.

You might want to vet your casual staff
a little more carefully from now on.

Lesson learned.

Your horses are ready.

I've got a trek due to arrive.

It's no reason to
delay on our end.

But wait. This idiot was only
taken on a few weeks ago.

Long after the fraud began.

Since when have you
been checking up on me?

I'm trying to
protect the business.

Then let the stable
manager handle the stables.

It's a transitional period.

That's one way of putting it.

Go back to work, Javier.

This is a family matter.

JAVIER SCOFFS

MIRANDA: Let's get back to
your fraud problem, shall we?

Maybe this guy was
working with someone else.

Or maybe he's not
our guy at all.

His rap sheet - all drugs.

You see?

OK, so who was new to the
team since the fraud began

and could've been
in the office, then?

I told you. I don't let any
part-timers in the office. I'm no fool!

Oh, and I am?

I didn't say nothing!

Maybe if you just gave me a
little bit of encouragement

instead of criticising
me all the time.

Don't, Jose. We all support you!

I'm going into town,
better things to do.

BELIA: Please, you have to excuse
Jose. It's a very stressful time.

All the plans he's made for the
upgrades, and the bank on his back...

There's a lot at stake.

Wait! Jose!

You're not a fan
of the upgrades?

I'm not a fan of
debt, Detective.

I was taught to
save, to avoid risk.

That's why I want this situation
cleared up before I retire.

Jose has enough on his plate.

Sorry.

The clients have arrived.

If you're so sure it
wasn't a casual worker,

and you trust your staff, then
it could be a repeat client.

We should cheque your record
book for dates that might fit.

I'll get it for you.

Gracias.

I bet their Christmas
dinners are fun.

No wonder Jose wants
an upgrade, though.

This place has zero security.

It's a miracle nothing like
this has happened before.

Yeah, but it hasn't, has it?

Never before, Senor Rey said.

So what's changed?

And who would know
the difference?

I think I need to have
a chat with our cowboy.

I'll have another
go at the old-timer.

I've read that breaking in a
young stallion is an art form.

Do it with tenderness and care,

and you'll have a loving
companion for life,

but get it wrong,

the animal can be
temperamental, dangerous even.

Much like man himself.

It's just horse sense.

Here.

I, erm, need ask you a few
questions, Senor Santos.

Then you will have to keep up
with me, there is work to do.

I get the impression you
don't like Jose much.

I work for Xisco Rey right
now, and I answer to him.

That's all I have to say.

Max, Senor Rey's got
something to tell us.

I think it's time I explained.

My grandson wasn't at
university these last few years.

He was in prison in
Norwich, England.

For fraud.

Some ticket scam he got involved
with at boarding school.

I don't even understand.

How can you sell something
that doesn't exist?

But Jose did.

He was the ringleader.

A nice boarding school?

It was expensive enough.

I have to re-mortgage
the house to pay for it.

Pia was desperate to get
Jose away from trouble.

What kind of trouble? His
parents were getting divorced.

It was messy, and Jose
rebelled, as kids do.

Stupid stuff - taking cash
from customers' wallets.

So we sent him overseas, hoping
it would encourage discipline.

Instead, he gets an education
in white-collar crime.

Why didn't you tell
us all this up front?

Because it's a distraction.

Jose has paid for his mistakes,

and he swears he had nothing
to do with this situation.

Well, evidently you
asked him, though.

Suspected him yourself.

I'd like to withdraw my
complaint now, Detective.

I would never have called the police
if I thought it would compromise

my own family. Yeah, but
it's not that simple.

Fraud is a serious offence,

and if Jose has a previous
conviction, it's significant.

You can't just search Jose's
things without asking!

Let them get it over with.

Your father tried
phoning him, Pia.

He's not answering.

My son may have been
to prison, Detective,

but he used his time wisely,

and he has big plans here.

They're just doing their jobs,
Pia. Jose need never know.

Detective Winter.

A card-skimmer. No, por Dios!

What the hell is going on?

Jose Rey, I'm arresting you on
suspicion of credit card fraud.

No, no.

HANDCUFFS CLICK

No!

Come on, Jose. You're a savvy
ex-offender with a previous fraud charge.

If I'm so savvy, then why would
I mess on my own doorstep? Eh?

Even the most accomplished
criminals can be blinded by greed.

So where is all
the money I made?

I'm assuming you checked
my bank accounts.

Yes. Remarkably little activity,

especially for someone
planning a wedding.

Where did you get the money
for Belia's engagement ring?

It's a big diamond, especially
for an ex-con with no credit.

My mother got it.

But thanks for the
added humiliation.

Sparing your blushes isn't my priority,
funnily enough. Let's check that.

KNOCK ON DOOR Si?

There were no prints
on the card-reader.

His laptop?

We know he's used a basic Tor
browser to access the dark web.

To dump or sell
the card details?

There are other reasons a man
might venture into the hinterland.

Well, keep digging. I want something
concrete to rub his imperious nose in.

In fact, I want his prison
record. Full history, please.

I've just seen your
perp in room two

having coffee and
Quelis at my expense.

I thought it was case closed?

Yeah. But we're just
tying up the loose ends.

What loose ends?
You've got your man.

Go and bail him and get
on with the formalities.

You're not the only ones looking
forward to a long weekend, you know?

SHE SIGHS Oh, God...

SHE GROANS She's so...

Happy thoughts, Miranda.
Think happy thoughts. Yeah.

All right, let's keep in touch.

Meanwhile, don't
leave the island.

You're enjoying all
this, aren't you?

Big macho cop flexing
your big macho muscles.

Yeah. I work out.

You're just a coward hiding
behind that shiny badge of yours.

I admitted my mistakes,
despite all the doubters.

I can see why
Belia fell for him.

Who wouldn't?

A real horse whisperer?
That's so beautiful.

It really was.

Sorry, Javier, the leather-faced
stable manager? Beautiful?

Well, the relationship he
has with his animals is.

He calls it horse sense.

No, it's just common sense!

You raise a child badly, it's
bound to reflect in the adult, no?

What if you are just born evil?

If you can be born evil, you
can be born good as well.

Everyone's shaped by their
environment, one way or the other.

The trick is to know how.

Here, look at this.

I've been going through
Roberto's report again.

Don't you think it's a little odd
that Jose went onto the dark web

without using a VPN to
disguise his identity?

I guess he didn't
think he'd get caught.

He got caught the first time
round, went to prison for it.

You just think he'd be smarter
if he was going to try it again.

Miranda, switch off.

We got the guy.

No-one died.

Belia!

Belia!

Let go! Jose's packing his things.
He can't stay here any more,

and he practically lives
at my place anyway.

He's no good, Belia.

Why won't you listen?
Because I know him!

An unpredictable colt will
always have the devil in him.

Jose's not a horse!
Belia! Ven, ven...

Deemed not to be a danger, served
full sentence, exemplary behaviour.

SHE SIGHS

Oh, God...

FOOTSTEPS

What the hell have you done?

No...

No, no, it's not
what do you think.

What's happened?

I'll... I'll call an
ambulance. He's dead.

JAVIER: Jose!

Jose!

So much for case closed.

Let's talk to the witnesses.

PIA: My father, he...

he was furious.

He... He said Jose had brought
disgrace on us for the last time.

Told him to pack his
things and get out.

Nothing I said made
any difference!

PIA GASPS

Just try and breathe,
Pia, try and breathe.

The more you tell me,
the better for everyone.

I don't know!

I... I was so upset.

I took a pill and went to bed.

I... I... I think... I think...

SHE SOBS

Next thing, Belia was
shaking me awake to tell me.

I don't understand it. I... I spoke
to Jose just before I drove over

and he was angry, sure,
but he knew I believed him.

Jose wouldn't do this! No,
please, it must be someone else!

Please, it must be someone else!

SHE SOBS

MAX SIGHS

Pia smells like a
bottle of scotch.

Her son has just
murdered her father.

I'd need a drink
too, wouldn't you?

Oh, no.

So...

credit card fraud has
turned into murder,

and it was you two who released
the killer on police bail

only a few hours
before he struck.

Wait, that...

In all fairness, it was you
who told us to file the case.

We're coordinating with airborne,
we're trying to get a fix on his phone.

Technology won't
help you out here.

Jose knows this
terrain backwards.

There are plenty of places he
could hide out, and I should know.

I showed him.

If we leave now, we have a chance
of tracking him before nightfall.

On horseback? Yes.

Well? Why are you
just standing there?

This is a manhunt. Go!

HE CHUCKLES

HORSE WHINNIES

I'll tether you to my own
horse since you can't ride.

I didn't say I couldn't
ride. I just don't care to.

What's his name?

Fritz.

OK.

Good boy.

Bonita.

Hey...

Hey, Bonita.

HE CLEARS HIS THROAT

MAX: Oh...

I guess I'm a little
bit out of practice.

HE GRUNTS

Then you better
catch up quickly.

Ah...

Because if I get to
Jos before you do,

I'll kill him with
my bare hands.

I'm going to assume you
don't mean that literally.

You do not have a
daughter, do you?

HE SIGHS All right.

It's just like riding a
bike. Isn't it, Bonita?

You'll never... Whoa, whoa,
whoa, whoa. Whoa there!

Go left, left, left,
left, left. Yes.

That's it. Good girl.

Attagirl, Bonita.

We can do this.

I understand you're
upset, Javier,

but can you think what
Xisco could have said

to make Jose snap like that?

I wasn't there.

No, but you know their
personalities, though.

Is Jose so hot-headed that he'd
trade a fraud charge for murder?

I don't recognise him
as the boy I once knew.

I taught him to respect
nature, cherish the land.

For what, huh?

I shouldn't have wasted my time.

He really hates
Jose, doesn't he?

Hmm. Enough to frame him for
the credit card business?

What, Javier?

Seriously?

I was looking through Jose's
prison file last night.

His report was exemplary, Max.

His qualifications are
genuine, he avoided trouble,

barely put a foot wrong.

And he had Belia waiting
for him on the outside.

Yeah. So why would
he throw it all away?

Yeah.

MAX: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Whoa
there, whoa there, whoa there.

Erm, we can swap
horses, if you like?

No, no, no, no, no.

Building a bond.

Hmm. That's not how it looks.

MAX GASPS

MAX: So what put you off,
then? Did you have a bad fall?

No, of course I didn't.

It's their eyes.

The way they look at me.

Makes me feel really
uncomfortable.

It's like they know
something that I don't.

So you're worried a horse
knows more than you?

I didn't say "more",
I said "something".

Ugh. I knew I shouldn't
have told you.

Bear north, over the ridge.

Come on.

Hah!

It's him.

I'm sure.

And it's only a few hours old,

and no other groups
come this far off trail.

So, Jose must have
crisscrossed up from the east?

He's heading for the gorge, where he
used to go when things where bad at home.

Because of his parents' divorce?

Because of their marriage.

Pick up the pace.

If we don't reach the gorge
before sunset, we can't descend.

Use your reins, tonto.

That's Detective Tonto to you!

No signal.

We make camp till first light.

What? But if the
moon's bright, we...

If one of us breaks a
leg, we get paid leave.

If a horse breaks a leg,
it gets shot in the head.

Camp it is, then!

Jose will have to stop for
the night as well, so...

Or maybe he'll break his
neck and save me the job.

He's really starting
to get on my nerves.

Mm.

I mean, who is he
trying to impress?

You have to admit he's
pretty tough, though.

Yeah?

Well, if I'm right,

we're stuck up here with the man who
drove Jose to murder his own grandfather.

I'd rather not focus on
what a lethal weapon he is.

You really think
he's involved? Yeah.

I think it's a
distinct possibility.

MIRANDA GASPS
Hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey-hey.

What the hell are you playing?

M-Max!

Max!

Look at this.

It wouldn't have killed her,

but it has a nasty bite.

You'll find supplies
in the saddle bags.

I'll light the fire.

Did you get a signal?

No. Oh.

ANIMAL CALLS

JAVIER SNIFFS

What?

You have good
reflexes, Detective.

When you thought your partner was
in danger, you were quick to act.

Yeah.

I'm a trained police officer.

But you don't abuse
your power, like some.

I'm not throwing knives at
people, if that's what you mean.

Jose would have tried
to save the snake.

When he was a boy,
he hated violence.

Saw enough of it in
his parents' marriage.

What, actual physical violence?

That's why I took
him under my wing.

To get him away from them.

Teach him equilibrium.

Serenity.

How to survive on the land.

And in here...

Salud, Xisco.

At least you're spared the
slow death of retirement.

He was looking forward to
retirement, though, wasn't he?

That's just what he wanted
everyone to believe.

Pride.

But Xisco's whole life
was Rancho del Rey.

It's why he hated
leaving Jose in charge -

because he didn't trust him.

Wait.

Xisco insisted that Jose
was a reformed character,

that he'd changed his ways.

Like I said...

..it's what he
wanted you to think.

For Pia's sake, I guess.

She won't hear a
word against her boy.

Aren't you going
to offer me a sip?

I assumed...

Because I'm a woman? No,
because you are closed.

By the book.

My mistake.

No, thank you. I'm on duty.

I'm going to empty my bladder.

MIRANDA SCOFFS

Good to know.

MAX HUMS

HORSE WHINNIES

MAX: Javier?

WHISPERED: No! Wrong direction.

Unless he's playing with us.

HORSE WHINNIES

GALLOPING HOOVES

JAVIER: Whoa, whoa,
whoa! Sh! Hey, hey, hey.

It's Ziggy. MAX: Where's Jose?

He's sweating, agitated.
Something's happened to Jose.

Or Ziggy got spooked?

Jose and his horse have a bond.
All he'd need to do is whistle.

Oh, yeah, we need to find him.
It's too dark, the ravine...

He's on foot, possibly injured.

And how will it help by
risking our own lives as well?

Javier's right. Rest up.

First light, we go.

Come on.

WHISPERED: And what
if he's responsible?

All right.

Here, you sleep.

I'll keep watch.

All right, but wake me in
an hour and we'll swap.

HORSE SNORTS

Oh...

MAX GROANS

HORSE SNORTS

What do you know?

SHE GASPS

Oh, sorry. Sorry,
I couldn't sleep.

You must have been very
worried about Belia

when you found out her and
Jose were getting engaged.

No man wants his daughter
to marry a criminal.

People make mistakes,
though, don't they?

Some people break the law trying
to protect someone they care about.

And who was Jose protecting
by betraying his own family?

By killing his grandfather?

But you had a grudge against him
before any of that, didn't you?

I never had a son.

But I felt like a
father to Jose once.

I tried to teach him trust
when he saw so little at home.

And God knows...

..Xisco never understood him.

What happened to
Jose's real father?

Was he arrested?

Eduardo?

What for?

Well, you said he was violent.

It wasn't Eduardo.

It was Pia.

In her drinking days.

She was an angry drunk.

I saw her slap,
kick, throw things.

And, finally, Eduardo left...

..but it wasn't till Pia
hurt Jose that she quit.

Hurt him? How?

She pushed him.

Dislocated his shoulder.

She's been trying to make
it up to Jose ever since.

And now the irony is her grovelling
has turned him into a murderer.

It will be getting light soon.

I'll saddle up.

Time to wake Lee Marvin.

MAX: You see? Bonita
and I are a team now.

All it took was a little
patience and mutual respect.

HORSE WHINNIES

You have a theory, right?

MIRANDA: Yeah, but I can't
prove anything up here.

Stop avoiding the question.

Trust your gut.

Trust your horse sense.

I think Jose was set
up, but not by Javier.

By his grandfather.

Xisco?

The old man hardly knew
how to use the card-reader,

let alone how to
access the dark web.

Or maybe that's just what
he wanted us all to think.

So Xisco set Jose up to get
him away from the business.

Jose finds out, flies
into a murderous rage...

Blood! It has to be him.

He really cares.

JAVIER: OK.

JOSE GROANS

JAVIER: Hold on. I'm coming!

Hijo, stay where you are.

MAX: Do you need medical
attention? What for?

I'd rather fall down the ravine

than go to jail for
crimes I didn't commit!

We believe you were set
up for the card fraud.

Let's talk about it.

I didn't kill my grandfather!

Move a little forward
and I can take your hand.

No, no, no, no, no,
you're trying to trick me.

You don't understand.

I spent my life trying
to please my grandfather.

All...

All I ever wanted was
to make him proud.

I didn't kill him,
please believe me.

We believe you, Jose.

MIRANDA: Yeah, and if you come back
with us, we can help you prove it.

Yeah, how?

Because if you didn't do
it, Jose, somebody else did.

Hijo!

If you hate me so
much, just let go.

If I'm never to be trusted
again, let me fall.

No!

JAVIER ROARS

Who? Who has Xisco's
blood on their hands?

Oh...

They're inside.

Pia, I'm arresting you for
the murder of Xisco Rey.

She found out that Xisco
had framed Jose and saw red.

All I wanted was to protect my son.
Then why let him take the blame?

He could have died out
there. I couldn't think.

She was still drunk.

I knew that whatever Jose had
done, it was my fault anyway.

The way I raised him.

Let him down.

So I went to find him,

to beg his forgiveness,

to tell him I
would stand by him.

Except it wasn't Jose I found.

You drunk again?

It was papa.

And I knew. I knew
it right then.

I couldn't believe it.

He even defended his actions,
said Jose deserved it...

What are you talking about?

..had it coming to him!

After everything my
son had been through...

..I just lost it.

I found this in
Senor Rey's closet.

His purchase history confirms
he bought the skimming device.

And his search history is like a
master-class for a novice crook.

Senor Rey hid behind the assumption
that an older person can't learn.

And he used it to fool us
all and ruin his own family.

Didn't drink a bottle of
whisky and stab himself, Pia.

You did that.

Well done.

You and Blake have
earned your long weekend.

Where is she?

She was here a minute ago.

I knew it.

You're a horse
whisperer after all.

Nonsense.

Just saying a perfectly
reasonable goodbye and thank you.

How much easier to be a horse.

What, a saddle on your back,
slave to a lump of a rider?

Loved and fed and cared for.

Jose must have
envied Ziggy, anyway.

With a grandfather he
could never please,

a dad who left,

a volatile mother
who sent him away.

It's a wonder he
turned out sane.

But he had Javier, didn't he?

For all his faults,
Javier was there.

I think it's about time
I gave my own dad a call.

Maybe this weekend.

HE GROANS I forgot
about the chafing.

Oh!

Don't say chafing.

Even the word hurts.

Chafing.

♪ We got time on our side

♪ Never too late

♪ If you want me now

♪ It's going to have to wait. ♪