- All right.
Wow, all right, let's, uh...
let's catch a killer.
- Right.
Catch a killer.
- Yeah.
- Who says that?
- I don't know.
I actually--
the alternative sounds worse.
But, actually,
now that sounds bad too.
So maybe I regret saying that.
- Just drink that.
There you go.
Okay?
[dramatic music]
[phone buzzes]
- Who's this?
- Oh, whatever happened to
"This is Cecilia?"
[intense music]
- Miranda?
- Yeah, I'm calling you
on a burner
because I was attacked
by a hired assassin.
- Hired assassin?
Oh, my God!
- Spare us both.
You were the only one
who could have told Victor
that I was still in New York.
Now, I just want
to say that I--
yeah, I understand.
- You do?
- Yeah.
'Course I'm still gonna have
to find you and kill you.
- But it wasn't my fault!
Listen, you know
how scary Victor is.
I couldn't just
stand there and...
♪ ♪
Look, I...
I'll give you Victor.
Okay?
You have nothing to bargain
with and he's never gonna stop
sending people after you,
right?
So you could stop him.
He's leaving
New York tonight,
but he's still there now,
okay?
I can text you the address
and time he's meeting
his driver.
Is that enough?
- Well, you are very clever,
Cecilia, so...
why don't you text me
and we'll see?
- Wow.
That sounded healthy.
- It was.
[phone buzzes]
Oh, I...
have to run an errand.
- What?
- Okay?
And it is an important
and very quick thing.
- Right now?
- Okay, so, driver,
can you please pull over?
Thank you.
- Uh, no.
You're just gonna get out?
This is the middle of the road.
What are you do--
where are you going, even?
- Well, you're just gonna
have to trust me.
- Well, that's not what we
talked about--
that was not the plan!
♪ ♪
Shit.
♪ ♪
- I got shut down on a warrant
for Alex Sokolov's apartment.
I understand being guarded,
but these people
should want to help.
- Yeah, but you want
normal human emotion
from Janet Sokolov?
- Why are you even here?
What happened to sitting on
the lab until you got a match?
- Look, I know I can be
aggressive at times.
And I rub people
the wrong way.
- And what brought this on?
- Okay, the tech
in the print lab asked me
if I had a lacrosse scholarship
at Yale.
And then she told me
to wait somewhere else.
- Yeah, because we all
talk around here.
[phone chimes]
In fact...
this is the lab now.
And--wow.
Bowden is a match
for the bloody fingerprint
inside the broken bottle.
- Yes!
There it is, proof she was
there after Alex Sokolov died.
That's the ball game.
Okay.
Let's get a warrant
and round her up.
What the fuck, Kim?
This is what we've been
working towards.
- I know, I'm just--
- Oh, my God.
I know it pains you
to admit it,
but this is the answer,
and the rest of your
little intuition
about a bigger conspiracy
was wrong.
- First of all, I need you
to get out of my space.
And the second is to understand
that I've been doing this
for a while, and I do not need
you belittling my instincts.
So you go on
and arrest Bowden
and leave me here to go
over this case again,
because "Cassie Bowden did it"
does not wrap everything up
to my satisfaction.
What?
- They found Chavez
dumped in an alley
with his throat slit.
[intense music]
- Oh, my God.
There you are.
You know we're boarding, right?
What's going on with you?
- You know the rules.
No drinking.
[sighs]
Cassie...
Please don't make me your mom.
- Please, the same
rules that says
you're over the baggage
allowance.
What, are you
moving to Italy?
- On this plane,
I am your supervisor.
- I'm not even gonna
drink them, probably.
It's just like a security
blanket or whatever.
I don't know why I said that.
Will you back off!
Relax!
You just love feeling superior
to me, don't you?
- You know what, Cassie?
I used to idolize you,
so go ahead
and drink all you want
if it's that damn important
to you.
Who the hell even cares?
- You two need to stop.
You're distracted, and you both
have really toxic energy.
Just pull it together.
- Oh, hush up, Jada.
[uneasy music]
- What's going on with Megan?
Why is she so tense?
Like, strange tense?
- Who gives a shit?
- This is stressful, but pull
yourself together, okay?
I don't want to sound like a
broken record about the liquor,
but if this plan
is actually gonna work--
- Okay, you don't think
Miranda's coming, huh?
You think I screwed this up?
You thinks she's ghosting me?
Go ahead, say it.
- Honestly,
if you think about it,
Miranda might
not be ghosting you.
She might already be dead.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
f
♪ ♪
[intense music]
♪ ♪
- What's the bloody hold up?
I hate this light!
It makes my eyes--
♪ ♪
Oh!
♪ ♪
Ah!
♪ ♪
All of this...
for a flight attendant?
- I actually quite like her.
I mean, I don't know what's
happened to me lately.
- Maybe you shouldn't be
so emotional, is that it?
- You gonna tell me
to smile more next?
You know,
I did so much for you,
and you hired some total
fuck-up to kill me in my car?
- Let's be fair, I didn't
specify where he should do it.
- Really, Victor?
You had Alex killed
before you got the money?
- [chuckles]
Funny story.
I'd only got a secondhand
report, but apparently...
[dramatic music]
- Hello, Sleeping Beauty.
What, the blond?
Yeah, you know,
she stumbled out of here.
Just fell asleep on a bench.
But I kept her lip gloss
so I could taste it.
Ah, ah, ah, ah!
Here's what's gonna happen.
I'm gonna move my hand,
and you're gonna tell me
where you've written down
the accounts
and encryptions, yeah?
- [muffled]
Mm.
- All right.
- The account numbers
are in a book.
It's--it's on the couch.
It's underneath
one of the pillows.
- Great.
You see, that wasn't
too hard now, was it?
All right.
[intense music]
Fooled you, didn't I?
♪ ♪
No, no!
- Feliks should have waited
until he had
everything in hand,
but you know how hard it is
to find good help.
- Okay, get on the ground.
Now!
- Now, Miranda,
I do know about that
hot temper of yours.
Between us,
I've found a beta blocker
and some nice lavender tea
really do calm the nerves--
Ah!
- Ah!
[hisses]
♪ ♪
Ah...
♪ ♪
Fuck it.
♪ ♪
- A word with you, please?
- Uh, are you talking to me?
Shane, you're talking
to me now?
- Cassie,
I was never
not talking to you.
It was just after the funeral
thing, I needed a break.
- Listen, I'm sorry, I've been
trying to call you to apologize
and then my life got insane
again and then--
- Okay, good.
Apology accepted.
- Really?
- Yes, look...
I told you that no one
close to me has ever died,
and clearly 3C meant
a lot to you, so who knows?
Maybe I would have done some
crazy shit like you did.
[whispering]
We're good.
- Thank you.
- Yes.
Also, Jada and Megan
are driving me insane.
They are the least fun human
beings on this airplane.
I need my friend.
That's you.
I love you.
- I love you too.
- Goodbye.
- Hey, is everything okay?
- Yeah, I'm just looking
at openings for upgrades.
No 4C yet.
- Oh, don't give it away.
She's coming.
I mean, I don't know for sure,
but if she is does,
I don't want to deal
with a disgruntled
passenger, you know?
Just don't.
- The white zone
is for loading
and unloading of passengers.
- Hey!
You can't park there!
- Fuck you!
Fucking asshole.
♪ ♪
- This is the final boarding
call for Imperial Atlantic
flight 502 to Rome.
- Oh, no.
Ma'am?
Your leg is bleeding.
- Right, um...
- We'll just get a medic
to check it out.
- Okay, I have a flight
to catch so...
♪ ♪
- Ladies and gentlemen, the
boarding door is now closed.
You may continue
to use approved
portable electronic devices,
but they must be placed
in airplane mode.
- Pretty awful about Chavez.
- It's terrible.
I can't.
Van's out there
tracking down Bowden,
and I'm just focusing on this
so I don't punch a hole
in my desk.
Yeah, here.
"And then a hotel waiter
came in
and he gave us
very strong liquor."
I knew it.
- So?
- The hotel only listed
female employees
on at Sokolov's floor
the night that he died,
so if this guy is out there,
I wanna find him.
Ms. Mouradian,
how did you get in here?
Look, we're dealing
with some serious--
- Is that the Sokolov file?
I think this'll help.
- What is this?
- Financial records,
client lists,
forged flight manifests,
receipts for the sale
of weapons,
a lot of
incriminating evidence
on Unisphere Asset Management
and some company called
"Lionfish",
and an entire subfolder
devoted to photos of people
that are dead now.
- How did you--
- Look, I'm probably gonna be
disbarred for this,
which really fucking sucks
because my entire life
is wrapped up
in being a lawyer,
but here is a lot of motive
that has nothing to do
with Cassie.
Okay, Agent Hammond?
- It's Kim.
- Uh, Kim, I think
I know that guy.
- That's from Bangkok.
- No.
He was at my loft with Cassie.
I don't know, she met him
in a bar or something.
His name's...
something stupid and weird.
I don't know,
he was with Cassie.
They were very drunk.
- Damn it.
This guy? Buckley Ware?
- Yes!
Buckley.
Fucking stupid name.
Wait, I'm sorry,
in Bangkok?
♪ ♪
- Son of a bitch.
[dramatic music]
[indistinct PA announcements]
♪ ♪
- [gasps]
- [sighs]
[intense music]
♪ ♪
- [gasps] Alex!
- [groans]
- Alex!
♪ ♪
- Hi.
♪ ♪
- Oh, God.
Oh, my God!
No, no, no, no, no!
♪ ♪
Help!
Oh, this man is attacking me!
Anybody!
Get him off of me!
Somebody, help me!
- [speaking Italian]
- Yes, this man.
I don't know.
He just came up behind me
and grabbed me
and tried to--
tried to pull me back--
- Mi scusi.
[speaking Italian]
Okay.
- Oh, my God.
Thank you, Megan.
This guy ju--
[uneasy music]
[men speaking in Italian]
♪ ♪
- Oh, my...
- Long flights
are the worst, huh?
But Rome is just so beautiful.
Traveling for business
or pleasure?
- [sighs]
I have to stop a woman
from being killed,
and I'm not sure
that I fully understand
my feelings about that, because
I've never done anything
purely selfless before.
But she grew on me, and
I'm anxious about her safety
and my leg is bleeding,
so now might not be the time
for a wee chat.
♪ ♪
[knocking]
[distant emergency siren]
- I'm sorry I yelled at you.
- Well, in my family,
it's not yelling,
but I'm sorry too.
For a lot.
And I think I owe you
the truth.
I did spend the night
with 3C in Bangkok and...
woke up next to his dead body,
and now my life
is a living hell.
[sighs]
- Okay.
I thought I kept things
bottled up, but you--
- You can lay your toughest
stuff on me, Megan, okay?
Okay, I can handle it.
I think I've...
set the bar pretty high,
so I'm ready.
And that's what friends do.
[gentle music]
- Friends, huh?
- Yeah, all these years
traveling across
the world together?
I mean, I didn't realize it,
but...
we are absolutely friends.
- [sighs]
Well, um...
apparently I've been stealing
proprietary technology
from my husband's work laptop
and selling it to
the North Korean government.
And I kept asking about the FBI
because I was worried about me.
Just...
it just seems so small,
you know?
A nice man
with a business card...
approached me at one of Bill's
work conferences
and he asked me to take
a few little pictures,
download a file or two.
Exciting.
Very cloak-and-dagger.
In Oyster Bay.
It was one company or another
and I just thought...
what could be the harm?
But then it just
got so much bigger.
- Oh, my God, Megan,
I know exactly how that feels.
Truly.
- I just--
Do you ever feel
like nobody sees you?
f
Of course you don't,
you're you.
But I'm a middle-aged woman
who spends her day
pretty invisible.
It's true, Cassie.
The passengers,
my coworkers, my...
my son.
You know, having a secret...
a thing that only I could do...
just felt amazing.
- Megan, I had no idea that--
- I had everything.
But I couldn't see it.
♪ ♪
Anyway...
f
It's my mistake, and, um...
I put my trust
in the wrong people.
But I'm gonna fix this.
I'm gonna find the right people
and I am going to fix this.
- Megan, it's gonna be okay.
- Not everyone
gets to be okay.
But I appreciate the thought,
and I hope you're right.
♪ ♪
- Okay, according to Max,
Buckley Ware
was on a short-term lease
that he signed
less than two weeks ago.
- Okay, you need to never
tell me who Max is
or how he's finding
all this stuff out.
- You've been here all night?
- Jeez, what time is it?
- I couldn't find Bowden
anywhere,
so I checked her apartment
and any of the spots
Chavez noted,
so I reached out
to Imperial Atlantic,
and she's in Rome.
- I'm sorry, she went to Rome?
What the fuck was she thinking?
- Why are you here?
Why is she here?
- You're gonna want
to sit down.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Hi.
- Cassie, you're here?
- I know,
I'm sorry to bother you.
- What are you doing?
I'm working.
- I know, I know, I know.
Sorry--oh, sorry, sorry.
Listen, listen...
I need to find a gun.
- [chuckles]
Cassie, what do you mean?
- No, I'm serious, I'm--
Listen, we're friends, right?
- [speaking Italian]
- I know,
but this is important.
It's really, really important.
Come on,
what happened to the guy
that said he's up for anything
at any time?
- Well, he's here.
He just wants to know why
his friend needs a weapon.
- Yeah, okay, um...
remember when I told you
I met someone?
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- [sighs]
♪ ♪
[elevator dings]
- Hello, Feliks.
- Hello, darling.
- Well, I guess you're gonna
find me harder to kill
than a sleeping man
and stray cats.
- Hmm.
We'll see about that.
[intense music]
♪ ♪
[both straining]
- [chuckles]
♪ ♪
- Ah!
[both straining]
- [singing in Italian]
♪ ♪
- I'll go in.
Can you wait out here?
- Do I--do I have to?
[passing emergency siren]
- Let me see if I can find
what you need.
You would be conspicuous
to my grandmother.
She would ask questions.
Okay?
- Right, 'cause how would I
be able to explain any of this?
- Sounds like
an American movie.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
- Hey.
- Thank you.
- Si.
Nonna?
[both speaking Italian]
♪ ♪
[intense music]
- Fuck.
♪ ♪
- Yes, si, si,
but no, um...
I'm Cassie.
I don't feel very luminous.
- [sighs]
This morning,
a man terrified me
in a way that makes me realize
that things are very immediate
and very clear.
It also, though,
makes my head hurt...
and, um...
it's all just too bright.
If that makes any sense.
[sighs]
Listen...
Okay?
♪ ♪
- I think it would be much
worse than sad.
You know, we can make choices
and we have to live with them,
but other people's choices,
how--
- Who of us has the space
to carry other people's
choices?
- Yeah, I think you're right.
♪ ♪
[sighs]
f
♪ ♪
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Cheers.
- Girls?
♪ ♪
Ah!
Shit!
[scream]
♪ ♪
[car horn blaring]
♪ ♪
[car horn blaring]
- [crying]
[calm music]
♪ ♪
- Hi.
- It's all my fault.
- No.
No, it's n--
it's not your fault.
No...
This is not your fault.
Okay?
Listen to me.
A lot of things
will be your fault.
You will make really, really
bad decisions, all right?
But this one?
This is not your fault.
This will not define
who you are.
Okay?
♪ ♪
Come here.
[dramatic music]
♪ ♪
- Cassie?
I have it.
We can go.
- Okay. Okay.
[indistinct chatter]
[distant emergency siren]
- What in the hell
is she doing?
- Megan!
Hey, hey!
Megan!
- Now what in the hell
are you doing?
- You know, you didn't have
to come and watch that again.
Come here.
- Sure, I did.
[straining]
- Oh, God.
I don't wanna--I will not
remember you like this.
- [straining]
- No.
f
♪ ♪
Hi.
♪ ♪
- You shouldn't have
to risk your life like this.
- Alex, this is insane,
but I feel like I really
know you now.
- I feel like
I know me now too.
- [laughs]
And somehow,
I'm totally in love with you.
Or, I don't know,
maybe the idea--
the idea of maybe
the promise of something
that could have been
between us, I--
- It's probably better than
the real deal would ever be.
♪ ♪
You made me at least
two inches taller.
- [laughs]
- Honestly...
it wasn't me you were falling
in love with.
- Alex, I can't handle any more
introspective bullshit.
Will you just kiss me?
♪ ♪
- You okay?
- Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.
[card reader beeps]
- Should we take
from the minibar?
I'm sure they have vodka.
- No.
Actually, you know what?
I'd love a coffee.
- Coffee?
- Yeah.
- Um, okay.
I'll run downstairs
to the bar?
- Okay.
- Cassie?
- Yeah?
- Are you going to be okay?
- Yeah.
Yes, here, here.
- Lock the bolt behind me.
- Okay.
Hey, knock three times
when you get back, okay?
♪ ♪
- Kim, there's a Buckley Ware
on the manifest
of Imperial Atlantic 2211.
That's the flight to Rome
Cassie Bowden worked
last night.
- He was on her flight?
He's fucking stalking her.
- He's following her to Rome
the same way he followed
Alex Sokolov to Bangkok.
[intense music]
Damn it.
♪ ♪
[phones ringing]
♪ ♪
[distant emergency siren]
[exhales]
f
♪ ♪
- Fuck, no!
♪ ♪
Ahh!
♪ ♪
Ah!
Oh!
[screaming]
♪ ♪
- Oh, no.
Did you have some little plan?
♪ ♪
You thought you could
fuck with me?
Oh, I'd love to let you
fuck with me, Cassie.
But we broke up, right?
Oh, and then Miranda showed up
like she was gonna
save the day!
I bet you wish you hadn't
thrown me away now, don't you?
- Feliks, listen--
- Ah, ah, ah, ah!
It's Buckley.
It was my grandfather's name,
remember?
[knocking]
[card reader beeps]
- Enrico!
♪ ♪
[screams]
[groaning]
♪ ♪
Oh!
♪ ♪
- [grunts]
- [groaning]
- Ah...
You know, I really fell
for you.
In fact, I used this
to track you around the world.
Recognize it?
You're just so beautiful
and fucked up.
It's like catnip.
I can still taste it.
- Go to hell.
- Oh, and the sex?
Oof, the sex was fucking great.
But it's more than that, right?
- No, it wasn't that great.
I thought about Alex
the entire time.
Is that why you need
such a big knife?
- [chuckles]
♪ ♪
- This a bit more intimate?
- Ahh!
- Oh!
- [straining]
- Do you think it's because the
character I've created for you
was an alcoholic mess too?
You know, I had to pretend
to be drunk a lot.
I've been into you
since I first saw you
on the way to Bangkok.
And then everywhere since then,
you never even noticed.
[intense music]
♪ ♪
- Well, that was
a quick answer.
♪ ♪
[knocking]
- Sabrina!
♪ ♪
Hi.
Come on in.
♪ ♪
- ...on the first date.
- First date.
♪ ♪
Oh, my God.
You are such
a fucking psychopath!
- Don't call me that!
- Ah, oh!
- A psychopath who offered
to run away with you!
Think of where
we'd be right now.
What we'd be doing.
- I wouldn't go anywhere
with you.
- You liked it.
And I've still
got butterflies!
That's love, right?
- [straining]
- Hey!
- Ah!
[intense music]
♪ ♪
- Come on.
You're a drunk, not a killer.
♪ ♪
Ow!
- [heavy breathing]
♪ ♪
[screams]
♪ ♪
[heavy breathing]
Oh...
♪ ♪
Oh, my...
♪ ♪
[emergency siren]
[police radio chatter
in Italian]
♪ ♪
- You okay?
- No.
What the fuck?
You just rolled in with a gun
of your own and...
I mean--
I had to get a gun from an
Italian woman's dead husband.
How did you--
why do you have one?
What is going on?
- I probably shouldn't
tell you this,
but I'm with the CIA.
♪ ♪
- What?
- I've been working
at Imperial Atlantic
to keep tabs on Megan.
- Oh, my God.
- Yeah.
She committed treason,
and now she's on the run.
♪ ♪
- Wait, shit, she told--
she told me that.
♪ ♪
- She told you?
- I mean--
- Like, in a casual
conversation,
"Hey, I'm a spy"?
- Cassie.
- That son of a bitch is lucky
you only hit him in the leg.
- I have really bad aim.
Fuck, Miranda!
Oh, my God.
Where is she?
Is she okay?
She was in the bathroom
and she came out to help me
with all of this.
Did they take her somewhere?
- There was no one else
in the room.
- Wait, what?
♪ ♪
[PA speaker chimes]
[PA announcement in Italian]
[phone ringing]
- Briscoe household.
- Eli?
Why aren't you at school?
- Why are you calling
a landline?
It's for, like, telemarketers.
- [laughs]
I know, I know.
I just wanted to leave
a message on the answer--
No, no, no.
You answer me first, young man.
- Dad's sick or something?
I don't know.
He's, like, in your room
just kind of crying.
He says it's, like,
a stomach flu or--
I just thought
it would be good
to have somebody here,
you know?
Plus I didn't study
for this math test,
so it would be best
to just make it up.
- Listen, Eli.
I want you to tell your dad
to look in the small ceramic
rooster.
- The rooster?
- I want you to tell him
that it's gonna help him
with his stomach flu, okay?
It's gonna help him
get out of trouble.
And, um, tell him...
♪ ♪
Hang on a sec.
♪ ♪
Tell him that he was...
♪ ♪
that everything
was so beautiful.
Okay?
- Okay, Mom.
You're being really weird.
- [laughs]
No, no, no, no, no.
I'm just--I'm just being silly,
that's it.
So I love you very much,
my love.
Okay?
f
Tell Daddy I love him too.
Okay, goodbye.
♪ ♪
- Dad?
Dad!
♪ ♪
- [gasps]
f
Oh, my God!
- I told you I would come.
- I can't believe you're here!
- I called Annie, so yep.
I'm here.
- Oh, my God,
I'm so happy to see you.
- Well, you only get so many
cryptic and emotional
phone calls
before I'm gonna
hop on a plane.
- [chuckles]
- Worried about you.
- I know.
Um, I think
I'm gonna be okay.
Like, for real this time,
Davey.
- Okay.
- Come here.
It's gonna be different.
We're gonna make it different.
I love you so much.
- I love you.
♪ ♪
- Okay, whatever.
I'm, like...
glad you're not dead.
- I mean, I did almost die.
You didn't even bring me
a Topo Chico?
♪ ♪
- Okay.
[laughs]
♪ ♪
So Max is gonna be okay.
He's gonna have an epic scar
and I know he's gonna
tell people
stupid, fucking
made-up stories about it,
and I'm definitely...
probably gonna have to break up
with him, but, you know.
- And are you okay?
- Yeah.
It was a little bit of a...
dark ride, but...
we're all safe now.
- God, Annie.
I never meant to get you in--
- Oh, please, stop.
We'll get drunk
and laugh about it, maybe.
- Actually, about that.
I am not drinking.
I am trying not to drink.
That's closer to the truth,
but yeah.
It's like a whole new lease
on life.
Ew, cannot believe
I just said that.
Please do not let me say that
ever again.
- Oh, I'm gonna put that shit
on a T-shirt.
- No.
- [laughs]
- Let's not get crazy, I've
been to two meetings, but...
you know when people
quit stuff
and they say it's, like,
no big deal?
Well, they are fucking lying.
'Cause it is really,
really hard.
- Cass. after
everything you've--
♪ ♪
You can handle this.
- Thank you.
- And I'm here for you.
I mean, emotionally
I'm here for you.
Not financially
'cause I have no job
and no prospects of a job.
But we can collect
unemployment together,
so that'll be fun!
- Ooh, no, sorry.
The FBI cleared some stuff up
with Imperial Atlantic,
so I'm actually working
a flight tomorrow.
- Oh!
Cool, okay.
Wow, I hate you.
- [laughs] I know.
- I mean, I love you,
like, very, very much,
but I also really hate you
right now.
- You know what,
why don't I get this
since you don't have a job?
- Yeah, that sounds good.
- On second thought,
let's see...
[mysterious music]
- What?
- This isn't mi--
♪ ♪
Oh, my God.
♪ ♪
Miranda.
- What, is she--
is she, like, here?
- I gotta go see--
- Cassie?
Cassie?
♪ ♪
f
♪ ♪
f
♪ ♪
- Uh...hi?
What are you doing here?
- Working.
- I'm sorry, what
about the whole CIA thing?
Following Megan?
All of that?
- For now,
all you need to know
is that I work
at Imperial Atlantic,
and if I told you
anything more,
then I was extremely
jet-lagged.
But my boss kept asking
about you
for our "human asset" program.
Ever heard of it?
We should talk,
because she will call.
- Wait, wait, are--
are you serious?
- Look at your face.
They're not gonna give you
a gun or anything.
♪ ♪
[Sia's "Angel By The Wings"]
♪ ♪
- ♪ You can, you can
do anything, anything ♪
♪ You can ♪
♪ Do anything ♪
♪ Look up,
call to the sky ♪
♪ Oh, look up ♪
♪ And don't ask why ♪
♪ Oh ♪
♪ ♪
♪ Just take an angel
by the wings ♪
♪ Beg her now
for anything ♪
♪ Beg her now
for one more day ♪
♪ Take an angel
by the wings ♪
♪ Time to tell her
everything ♪
♪ Ask her for
the strength to stay ♪
♪ You can, you can
do anything, anything ♪
[ding]
- Flight attendants,
please prepare for takeoff.
- ♪ You can, you can
do anything, anything ♪
♪ You can ♪
♪ Do anything ♪
♪ You can, you can
do anything, anything ♪
♪ You can ♪
♪ Do anything ♪
♪ You can, you can
do anything, anything ♪
♪ You can ♪
♪ Do anything ♪
♪ You can, you can
do anything, anything ♪
♪ You can ♪
♪ Do anything ♪
♪ You can, you can
do anything, anything ♪
♪ You can ♪
♪ Do anything ♪
♪ You can, you can
do anything, anything ♪
♪ You can ♪
♪ Do anything ♪