09x29 - The Perfect Crime

[bunniefuu]

Now, look it... I am going to k*ll you,

and if I am willing to do that, I am certainly willing

to do whatever else I have to do to get away with it.

And that includes k*lling your kids as well.

I'm gonna blow Manny's cover whether you help us or not.

We'll find someone else to break the story!

I don't think so.

There's obviously some kind of misunderstanding.

-I'll do everything I can. -You do that, Karen.

And when you do,

I'll do everything I can

to make sure that Michael and Paige

get out of Mexico safely.

Los norteamericanos.

We need to see your passports.

[speaking Spanish]

[theme music playing]

[♪]

[♪]

[dramatic music]

Do you mind if I read that again?

I think you got it the first time.

-Hi, Carl. -Hi.

And you're David, right?

I'm out of cigarettes.

Would you mind getting me a pack?

You smoke?

Mm, I'm trying to quit.

You know, it's your life.

-Literally. -Thank you.

[ominous music]

Yes, this is Jill Bennett, room 618.

I'd like this call billed to my room, please.

[calling tone ringing]

[voicemail] Hi, if you'd like to leave a message for Jill

and Gary, do it after the tone, we'll get back to you.

Hi, Gary, it's me.

I just couldn't read one more paper on productivity.

I was thinking of you, and I wanted to phone,

and tell you how much I miss you.

I'm going to sleep now, honey.

So I'll try to call you in the morning, okay?

Yes, this is Jill Bennett, room 618.

I'd like you to hold all calls, please.

And I'd like a wake-up call.

Just a minute, uh, David, what time is our first meeting?

Oh, okay, uh, I'd like an 8:30 wake-up call, please.

Yes. Thank you.

[ominous music]

-Val? -[hair dryer whirring]

[sinister music]

[venetian blind bangs]

[hair dryer stops]

[♪]

[hair dryer whirring]

[♪]

-Shh! -What?

Shh!

-Who? -Shut up! Shut up.

[Valene gasps]

I said shut up, and I mean shut up!

Now sit.

Sit. Sit!

Jill?

What do you care what time it is?

-Can I-- -What?

-Ask-- -What?

-What you're-- -What I'm doing here?

-Yeah. -Oh, you're kidding.

You have to ask? You really have to ask?

-No. No. -You can't figure it out?

Well, try.

What would Ms. Jill Bennett be doing in your house,

in your bedroom, in a funny wig,

late at night, pointing a g*n at you?

-You're not-- -Not what?

-You wouldn't what? -This is enough, Jill.

This isn't funny.

I know.

I know. You're right.

It was just wishful thinking.

I would love to k*ll you.

I would dearly love to k*ll you.

But...

you are going to k*ll yourself.

[gasps]

-I won't! -What?

-I won't! -What won't you?

-I will not-- -What won't you do, Valene?

k*ll myself.

Oh, well, if you won't do it,

then I will have the pleasure.

Because I have to do it,

so stop telling me what you will or will not do,

what I will or will not do!

Don't! Please! You'll wake--

-Who? -No one.

Uh, the neighbors, Karen, Mack.

Any noise, and you're going to wake the neighbors.

They couldn't have heard that.

Who's asleep that I could wake up, Valene?

No one.

Do you want me to wander through the house, and find out?

No, no, don't!

It's the twins.

The twins are at Gary's.

No, he had to drop them off.

-They're here? -Yes, they're asleep.

-Please don't wake them. -Sit!

Sit.

-Sit! -I'll sit, just don't wake them.

[suspenseful music]

And Gary's dropping by later, is that the arrangement?

No.

Is that why you keep looking at the clock?

-No, it's-- -Are you suspecting Gary?

No, I swear, no!

That pretty much sums up my problem then, doesn't it?

I swear, he's not coming!

-Sit! -All right,

I'll sit. Just please, let them sleep.

I'll do anything you want.

What you will do is what I tell you to do!

And I am telling you to sit!

Unless you want me to blow your brains

all over that back wall.

Now, that would be a terrible thing

for Bobby and Betsy to see, wouldn't it?

You don't want them to see that, do you?

Do you?

[voice breaks] No.

No. I don't either.

It would be better if they just find you asleep.

I have something for you.

Valene Gibson.

"Flurazepam.

Thirty milligrams.

One capsule at bedtime as needed.

Refill: 0. Expiration date..."

We don't need the expiration date, do we, Val?

"One capsule at bedtime as needed."

I think we're gonna need some tonight.

Well, Val, it's better than bang.

I mean, they could replace the wallpaper,

but they'd have to replace the carpet, too.

And even if it is bang,

it is still gonna look like suicide.

Because I bought this g*n in your name,

and it will have your prints all over it.

Why?

Why?

-Why? -Why do this?

What a stupid question.

You must know why.

You can't not know how you get under people's skin.

You're under Gary's skin.

-And as long as you're around-- -I'll-I'll go away.

-I'll move. -As long as you're alive...

Gary's gonna think about you...

and worry about you...

and feel protective.

That's your gift, such as it is.

You have the gift of making people,

especially Gary,

but not only Gary, say, "Poor Val."

"Poor Val isn't responsible

for the way she feels,

or the way she acts or the way she is.

You can't blame poor Val, because she's poor Val.

She can't help being just a little bit crazy."

Well, you get enough people saying that,

and pretty soon they forget that poor Val

takes advantage of their pity.

How poor Val's as self-centered as they come.

How poor Val needs them to keep saying "Poor Val,"

because it's her excuse to be a child,

and it absolves her of her absolute selfishness!

"Poor Val!"

I-I don't love Gary.

-[Jill chuckles] -I don't.

-Oh, my God. -No, really, I don't.

No, I don't, not anymore.

What-what if I promise...

promise never, ever, ever to see him again?

I know how the sun promises not to rise.

I-I'll go away. I-I'll leave here.

-Yes, you will. -No, I'll go away for good.

Gee, Val, wouldn't you say just about anything right now?

No one is ever going to believe that I would commit suicide.

Everyone will believe it.

Just listen to how the news rolls trippingly off the tongue.

"Poor Val committed suicide."

But I would never leave my children.

Everybody knows how much Gary loves the kids.

Everybody knows that he's their father.

He can certainly afford to support them.

And everyone knows how much I love them.

Well, what's my motive?

-Motive? -Why would I k*ll myself?

Why would poor Val k*ll herself?

Well...

"Who knows what's been going on in that silly

little brain of hers?

I mean, she hasn't had much sleep lately.

And she has been acting a little freaky."

Although in your case, freaky and normal

are a little hard to differentiate.

I have not been able to sleep lately

because my husband is coming home!

I would never k*ll myself now that I know that.

What makes you think your husband's coming home?

He said so.

I said so.

-What? -I wrote those letters.

What?

[chuckles] The first one said, um...

"Finally out of danger. I miss you, I love you.

Hug the kids for me. Love, Ben."

And then the second one.

"I know you must be wondering what's been going on," right?

"What's been going on."

But things have been so...

Nobody telephoned me.

I phoned twice.

The first time it was, "God, I miss you and the kids."

And then the second time was,

what, two weeks ago in the middle of the night?

And all you heard was, "Hi, Val, it's Ben.

I don't have much time, but as soon as possible--"

And then, "click," you got disconnected.

Oh, no.

Yeah, but you didn't want to

tell anybody about the second call,

because you couldn't find the recording from the first one.

No, I know I heard him. I know I heard him.

He... I heard his voice!

No, what you heard was his voice

on a tape, well edited.

Ben is dead.

No.

Yes, and that's why you're going to k*ll yourself.

Everybody will get the news in your suicide note.

It'll say, "Found out Ben is dead.

Can't go on living."

Bingo, you wrote it for suicide, even if it is a lie.

It's not a lie.

It's not a lie. If you wrote those letters,

then he is dead.

Who is going to take care of my children in the morning?

I'll leave a note for Karen and Mack.

Let me go downstairs and...

make them breakfast, so that they'll have

something to eat in case something--

What, apple slices on whole wheat toast?

With little bits of tofu and raisin made into a face?

I'll do it.

Just the breakfast you would leave them.

Let me write down their schedule.

They're kids, Val. Everybody knows their schedule.

"Eat, sleep, play."

Let me write down their favorite foods.

Gary and I know their favorite foods.

-Doctor-- -We also know their

pediatrician's phone number.

We also know the dates of their vaccination.

We even know what kindergarten to enroll them

in when the time comes.

So, go get a big glass of water.

Now.

Move.

-Move, Val! -I'm moving, I'm going.

I'm going.

[water splashing]

-[g*n c*ck] -Remind me, Val...

which is the kids' room?

Is it the second or the third door on the left?

[splashing stops]

I want to leave a message.

Can I write a suicide note?

I've already done it.

Look, Val.

Your stationery, your handwriting.

It's a very good job.

Do you want to hear it?

"Dear Gary."

Isn't that just like Valene?

To address her suicide note to Gary?

Can you imagine the insensitivity?

Can you imagine she didn't think of Jill's feelings,

even at the end?

I won't read all of it.

I think you'll like this part.

"Gary, darling.

I hope you and Jill will be very happy together."

Well, poor Val did think of somebody else at the end.

Isn't that nice?

That's nice.

Okay, Val.

Hold open your hand.

[sinister music]

-Hold open your hand! -All right. All right.

All right. All right.

All right. Drink.

Come on! I haven't got all night, Val!

I have a plane to catch.

Now take the ones in your hand all at once.

Come on.

[♪]

[voice breaks] Don't wanna.

Drink.

-Swallow. -[Valene gulps]

All right. Open your mouth.

I want to see.

Yeah.

[Valene grunting]

Now swallow! Swallow!

I can't without water!

I can't!

-[doorbell rings] -[Valene gasps]

Who's that?

Julie Williams!

[suspenseful music]

What, your 12-year-old neighbor?

Yes, she's supposed to come over and babysit tonight.

They-they asked me to come over,

and watch a movie that they rented.

And I-I was supposed to call, but the kids were asleep.

They're expecting me to go over there.

And you didn't tell me?

-No. -[doorbell rings]

-Who's that with her? -I don't know--

Sit! Get back.

It's probably her father.

-Jill. Jill. -Sit down!

Listen to me.

If you leave right now,

I swear to God,

I swear to God I will never tell anybody that you were here.

Please.

Just go now.

I'll never tell anybody.

No.

-Should we ring again? -No. I'm sure she heard that.

We wouldn't want to wake the babies.

Get up.

We are going to go downstairs, and you are going to

convince your neighbors that you don't want to

watch their bloody movie, all right?

Yes, but it was arranged an hour ago,

they're never gonna believe me!

They'll never believe me!

You make them believe, now, hear?

-How? -I don't care how, Val.

Listen, I am going to k*ll you.

And if I'm willing to do that, I am willing to do

whatever else I have to do to keep from getting caught,

and that includes k*lling your lovely neighbors,

and listen to me, your kids!

So if you want that on your neurotic little conscience,

you just say something, you just do something, Val.

And no matter what happens to me, and I promise you

that you, they, and your kids will be dead.

You got that?

-Yes. -Okay, move.

-[clattering] -Shh, shh, shh. Shh, shh, shh.

Don't wake the kids, please, don't--

[knocking on door]

[knocking on door]

[Valene gasps]

[Valene panting]

-Oh, hi. -[Valene] Hi.

Here I am.

No, I'm sorry, sweetie, I can't.

Uh, you're not coming over?

No, I'm sorry, I can't.

Why not?

One of the twins, Betsy, has a very bad fever.

I don't want to...

expose Julie to it.

Oh, I'll just read.

And I can call if they wake up.

No, that's okay, sweetie, I'd just rather be here myself.

Are you sure? We can just--

No, it's okay. Thanks. Sorry.

[phone ringing]

I gotta get the phone.

-Okay, some other time. -[Valene] Yeah.

-Say good night, hon. -Good night.

Good night, sweetie.

[suspenseful music]

[Valene's voice over voicemail] Hi, you've reached

the Gibson residence. Leave your name.. .

It's all right, Val, the machine will get it.

[over phone] Hi, Val, it's Gary.

Um, I was planning to stop by tonight,

and drop off those puzzles the kids left in my car.

I promised if they finished them before the weekend,

I'd get them something special, but, uh, I guess,

if you've got the machine on, you've already gone to bed.

So, talk to you later. Bye.

[voicemail beeps]

Bye, Gary.

[somber music]

Come on, Val.

I can't.

We don't want them to find you in the living room.

[♪]

All I can say is our neighbor is weird.

Looks weird, talks weird, acts weird.

Shh! Honey, I want to see this.

From the way she was acting,

you'd think someone was holding a g*n to her head.

Shh!

[dramatic music]

[crowd clamoring]

[suspenseful music]

[announcer speaking Spanish over PA]

Your attention, please.

This is the final call for flight 2040 to Los Angeles.

This is the final call.

We've missed the 9:30 flight.

Oh, I don't care if we get to LA

by way of Alaska, we're taking the next flight

-out of here no matter what. -[Chava] Hey! What up?

[Paige] You didn't make the plane, either?

[Chava] No, I had some stuff to do.

-You had stuff to do? -[Chava] Yeah.

God, where do they find you people?

Are you terminally naive? Can't you take a hint?

They don't want you here, come on.

Lighten up.

Did you see the wreck back there?

I see it, I was almost in it.

What do you mean you were almost in it?

I was going with Bill.

-The reporter Bill? -Yes. He's dead.

And the officials are saying that it was

just some drunk Yankee driver.

Drunk driving, it looked like an expl*si*n.

-It was. -Now maybe you get the message.

Did he file his story?

-He was on his way to there. -No, he didn't have a chance.

Damn! How did you get out of the car?

-I never got in. -Why not?

Because Johnny wouldn't let me.

Johnny wouldn't--

[Paige] I could have been k*lled.

Hey.

Chava?

What the hell are you doing?

How did you know enough to keep her

out of the car, Johnny?

-It was a lucky guess. -A lucky guess?

Chava, we don't have time for this.

It doesn't take a genius

to figure out they don't want you here.

They're not going to let some stupid reporter

-muck things up for them. -Lucky guess?

Am I the only one around here grown up enough

to know when to call it quits?

-Come on. Let's go. -[Chava] No.

You're the only one around here who works for them.

What are you talking about?

She doesn't know, Johnny, does she?

-What? -[Chava] Johnny Rourke is on

the payroll of Manny Vasquez.

-I know that. -And Manny Vasquez is the man

who's been pushing so hard to get the highway through.

Is that true, Johnny?

I'll bet you Johnny is walking you into

Manny's arms right this minute.

Oh, that's brilliant.

If I wanted her k*lled, why didn't I let her get in the car?

You knew about the b*mb in the car?

Look, I have no idea what you're--

[tense music]

-[Johnny] Give me the g*n. -Back off!

[Johnny] You don't believe him, do you?

You better believe me, Paige.

Just shut up! Just shut up!

[♪]

Yeah, I'm on Manny's payroll. You know that.

But everything I've done has been to help you.

Oh, like paying bribes to Ruiz?

[Paige] You bribed Ruiz?

Yeah, whenever you paid the man,

Johnny topped you with Manny's money.

-It's my job. -Your job?

Does that make it all right?

Paige, I could have let them bury you

a dozen different times, but I didn't.

I always ended up helping you, and that was never my job.

He may have helped you before, Paige, but now it's different.

-Now they've k*lled someone. -What?

The Times reporter was k*lled.

Yeah, with Manny's people,

and your buddy here knew about it.

I didn't know about it. Nobody told me.

I'm just smart enough to realize that I shouldn't be

around that man.

These people, they're capable of doing anything.

And you, all of you,

you should have gotten out of here when you had the chance.

See, Paige, now they're gonna want proof of his loyalty.

And if push comes to shove, he's gonna have to deliver you.

Push and sho...

I haven't done that yet, now have I?

Because he hasn't had to yet.

But I'm telling you, now that they've k*lled someone

and he knows about it, he's an accessory.

So now he's gonna have to do anything.

Damn it, Johnny, how could you have done this?

If we were back in the States--

We're not back in the States, kid!

And if you listen to him, we'll never get back there.

Shut up, Johnny!

Now, why should I trust you?

Because my boss isn't in the cocaine business.

-I didn't know. -[Chava] Oh, you didn't know?

Oh, right, and you don't know how many millions

of dollars' worth of coke

just left Santa Tecla for Lotus Point, do you?

And you don't know that he's been shipping the stuff

out of here for months.

And you don't know that his tourist business

is just a cover for the drugs, do you?

You're a liar!

My God.

-You're DEA. -What?

This man's undercover for the Drug Enforcement Agency.

Oh, right, DEA, and they're gonna believe you, Johnny?

Paige, listen to me, listen to me very carefully.

When Manny's people find out he's-he's DEA,

he's gonna be dead within minutes.

And if you're with him, you'll be dead, too.

I'm the only one who can help you out of here.

[dramatic music]

Come on, you guys.

I can get you out of this mess you've got in--

My God, what are you doing?

[muffled shouting]

Nobody's gonna find us.

Johnny.

[Johnny] God. Come on!

Be quiet, Johnny.

Paige, the g*n, you want to let me have it?

I want to keep it.

Well, do you know how to use it?

I want to keep it.

Paige, you can't take that on the plane.

They have metal detectors.

And the airport's crawling with federales.

Well, we better not go to the airport,

let's-let's take a bus.

Let's go, come on.

[♪]

I've been trying to feel sorry for you, Val.

But I don't.

[ominous piano music]

[♪]

[suspenseful music]

I have to flag a bus down in between stops.

Drivers stop all the time, let's go.

You know the decision we made.

-[Mack] To wait. -Yes.

[Mack] Yeah.

It's making me sick.

[Mack] Yeah.

I mean, even if they do manage to frame us

for the whole drug operation--

Yeah?

I don't care.

Yeah?

I mean, I think it's wrong for us...

to let this continue.

-Yeah. Yeah. -Yeah.

[Karen] Who can we call?

Who do we know who will do the story?

Where's Ben when you need him?

[Karen] How about, uh, John?

Uh, what's his name?

-Hanson? -Yeah.

Tom Daugherty. Yep.

Should we tell Abby or- or Gary or...

-Or take the blame ourselves? -I-I don't mind.

We'll find out soon enough.

It's the middle of the night, anyway.

Yes, I know it's in the middle of the night.

That's why I'm willing to pay double time and a half.

Uh-huh. Before 4:00 in the morning.

Well, it's a pleasure doing business with you two.

Ooh, I feel like a high school kid pulling a prank.

Yeah, well, it's better than getting a g*n.

Do you think we ought to call Karen and Mack?

No, let them have the luxury of being able to deny it.

Besides, they're gonna find out soon enough.

Yeah, and who wants to be wakened

in the middle of the night?

Hello.

Karen? Karen?

Tom's here. Tom!

[footsteps approaching]

-Thanks for coming. -[Tom] Hey, how are you?

-[Mack] Good to see you. -[Tom] Hi, Mack how are you?

-Thanks for coming over. -Oh, thanks for coming over

-in the middle of the night. -That's okay. What's going on?

[dramatic music]

[car approaching]

You know, if I had heard this story from anybody else,

I wouldn't have believed a word.

I mean, shipping drugs into Lotus Point

with a kind of immunity from the Feds?

I hope you two realize that if there is a contingency plan,

to frame you two with this operation,

anything that I write is not going to stop it.

It's going to set everything in motion.

It wouldn't be any worse than what we're living with now.

We're not trying to be noble, Tom.

The last thing we want in the world

is to fight our way out of a drug scandal.

We just cannot accept what's been going on.

You know, if you report one word of this,

if you write any of this, no matter what happens to us,

the drug shipments will stop.

Look, I can see I'm in way over my head now.

I got to talk to my producer.

-Well, there's the phone. -Oh, no, no, no.

I'm not going to use your phones.

I'm going to take a drive over to his place.

Uh, how long

do you think it'll take before you can get back?

Oh, not long, not long.

I'm also going to bring a camera crew back with me.

Well, should we prepare a statement?

No, not necessary. It'd be nice, but not necessary.

We'll have Karen look pretty for the cameras.

Hey, listen, you two, thank you. This is quite a compliment.

It's a Peabody if you do it brilliantly.

Oh, come on, Mack, I don't think about that stuff.

[soft music]

[suspenseful music]

Here's the bus.

Come on up.

[shouting in Spanish]

[tires screeching]

[announcer over PA] Your attention please.

All flights to San Francisco

International Airport have been cancelled.

The airport will be closed until further notice

due to weather conditions in the Bay area.

[suspenseful music]

[Karen] I don't like "It has come to our attention."

It's too formal.

Well...

"We just found out."

No, it sounds like we weren't on top of things.

Well, then try "We regret to announce that."

That we just discovered. That's good.

It sounds like we took the initiative, which we did.

I mean, it's starting to sound like

one of those TV preacher confessions.

One part information, five parts damage control.

Well, we're not guilty of anything.

It's just that we're afraid of being framed.

All we're having trouble with is the opening sentence.

Tom can help us with that.

[doorbell rings]

Any doubts?

-No, you? -No.

-[doorbell rings] -[Mack chuckles]

-I love you. -I love you.

[doorbell rings]

Tommy, we're having trouble with this opening line.

-Where's the camera crew? -Close the door.

[door clicks closed]

[Mack] What?

You want to do this interview at Lotus Point?

-Yeah, maybe that would-- -[Tom] No interview.

-I was told not to touch it. -Why?

It's a matter of national security.

We told you they were going to say that.

You knew they were going to say that!

All right, all right. You told me it was going to happen.

It did happen, I'm sorry.

I still can't touch it.

You don't believe we're telling the truth.

Karen, that's not the point.

I thought that was the only point for a journalist.

Is that supposed to get a rise out of me?

We'll get someone else to break the story.

-I don't think so. -We're going to blow

Manny's cover with or without your help, Tom.

[somber music]

You may blow his cover,

but you are not going to blow his protection.

I'm sorry.

[door clicks closed]

They all stink.

Chava?

You're older than you look, aren't you?

Paige, you're not going to hit on him, too, are you?

Why do you think I'm older than I look?

I've read about you undercover cops.

Paige, don't.

-What? -Don't joke

about undercover anything.

Don't talk about it down here.

At the border, don't even say the word DEA, all right?

It's that, serious?

They've got a lot of people on their payroll,

and if one of them hears you talking like that,

if they suspect that you know even that much,

they'll presume that you know a lot more.

And then they'll do anything,

anything to get the rest of the information out of you.

[Paige sighs]

[tires screeching]

What's going on here?

-[Gary] Good morning. -Manny, Manny, this is, uh--

Isn't this awful?

[Manny] I have a contract for these slips.

Well, you do, you absolutely do,

and we know that you do.

And we-we intend to honor that contract

just as soon as we can get this whole thing cleared up.

Yeah, we're trying to find out how it happened.

We've got the business office checking on it right now.

How what happened?

All these people have contracted for the same slips as you have,

and most of them paid months in advance.

We're trying to find out who's responsible.

I need to use these docks today, and in a matter of hours.

We understand that,

and we have our staff working overtime

to try and find you other docking facilities

while we get this whole thing cleared up.

[sighs] Manny, I'm sorry.

So, you, um... You think he bought it?

No, I doubt it.

But what's it gonna do, blast us out of here?

I mean, I don't think he'd be too thrilled with the publicity.

We make a pretty good team, don't we?

Yeah, I guess.

[both chuckle]

Well, now I think we'd better call Karen and Mack.

[phone ringing]

Hello.

Hey, Manny, Mack.

Uh, hold on a minute.

This is Karen.

You're breaking your contract with me.

Uh, contract?

I leased 40% of your marina,

and this morning there wasn't one vacant slip

big enough for my equipment.

Well...

there's some mistake.

Your partners filled the place with their boats.

I can't have my equipment lying around

for any length of time

without losing a lot of money.

[whispering] Lots of money.

Uh, well, there-- there's obviously

some kind of misunderstanding.

I take that to mean that you didn't know about it,

then you'll do everything you can to make

room for my boats right away.

I'll do everything I can.

You do that, Karen.

And when you do, I'll do everything I can

to make sure that Michael and Paige

get out of Mexico safely.

[ominous music]

No. No! No!

[♪]

Buenas t*rd. Buenas t*rd.

Los norteamericanos.

We need to see your papers.

[speaking Spanish]

[ominous music]

[speaking Spanish]

Muchas gracias.

[♪]

[soft music]

Well, it's about time.

-What time is it? -9:26.

[sighs] I don't believe it.

I've never slept this late.

Well, after last night, you deserve to sleep late.

Did you enjoy it as much as I did?

Hey.

I'm still in the mood.

David, we have a 9:30 meeting,

and it's 9:27 now.

Oh, my gosh, the meeting.

[Jill singing "Mockin' Bird Hill"]

♪...Peeps over the hill ♪

♪ And kisses the roses ♪

♪ 'Round my window sill ♪

♪ Then my heart fills with gladness ♪

♪ When I hear the trill ♪

♪ Of the birds in the treetops ♪

♪ On Mocking Bird Hill ♪

♪ Tra-la-la tweedle-dee-dee-dee ♪

♪ It gives me a thrill ♪

♪ To wake up in the morning ♪

♪ To the mockingbird's trill ♪

♪ Tra-la-la tweedle-dee-dee-dee ♪

♪ There's peace and good will ♪

♪ You're welcome as the flowers ♪

♪ On Mockingbird Hill ♪

[tense music]

[theme music playing]