♪
- You are all persons of interest now.
- Thank you! - Uh, quick selfie together?
- How about a quick exit? For you.
Have a good night, though, sir. Thank you very much.
MABEL MORA: Hi, Alice. - I'm really glad you came.
- I'm so glad you're not a catfish.
- We could use some new energy in our collective.
- So, this is, what, a recruitment?
AMY SCHUMER: Hold the elevator!
OLIVER PUTNAM: Well, hello there, Amy Schumer.
- Would you ever consider selling me the rights to the podcast,
so I could turn it into
an 8- to 10-episode streaming series?
- I'd be lying if I didn't say I had a 200-page pitch deck
floating around my apartment somewhere.
BUNNY: Fuck off, Oliver! MABEL: Is that Bunny?
CHARLES-HADEN SAVAGE: Are you hearing that, too?
[parrot screeches]
[gasps] - Bunny had a bird?
- Someone is coming! [whispering]
♪
- Bunny had a real eye for erotic art.
This Rose Cooper painting that she has,
it's worth a fortune. It's in the bedroom. - They're coming this way!
- There should be a naked man on this wall!
- Guys. Check this out.
Bunny had a secret elevator?
Where does it go, Hell? CHARLES: Let's find out.
MABEL: Yeah. Still, that was way too close.
CHARLES: But we got a huge clue.
[ding] We find the painting, we find the killer.
OLIVER: Bunny's painting?
- Charles, is that you?
- It's my father.
♪
[street chatter] [truck rumbling]
[old-time horn honks]
[horse clopping, neighs]
OLD WOMAN: The story of Bunny Folger
begins with the story of the Arconia.
Built in 1908 to help establish
the Upper West Side
by architect and infamous playboy
Archibald Carter,
the Arconia was his fourth building of this style
in as many countries.
[door shuts]
Each of Archibald's buildings
have little secrets known only
to the architect himself. [rumbling]
Just as Archibald held secrets
known only to the architect himself. [clunk]
♪
[woman sighs]
[sighs]
Archibald eventually married
and raised his family in the Arconia.
And many years later,
Archibald's daughter, Leonora,
married one Mr. Folger
and raised their daughter Bunny in the Arconia.
Bunny lived every day of her life in that same apartment.
[modern street noise]
In the 1950s, the Upper West Side
was a neighborhood of middle class
and working people.
A place for immigrants, artists,
and, as ever, aspiring actors.
- "Mark, I know you think it's silly, but when you get to know Tony,
you'll understand why I said that."
- [British accent] "Darling, I understand now.
That doesn't stop you from loving me."
- Uh... - [normal voice] No. [laughs]
"Stop me from loving you."
- Otherwise, you got it. You're gonna nail this audition.
- Yeah, we'll see.
- Just remember not to tell your mother about what we did today.
- Why doesn't Mom want you to be an actor?
- Because she's a dream killer, son.
Charles, look at that building.
♪
I hit it big, we're gonna live there.
- So, my father was the subject
of a very pricey piece of erotica.
- Are you sure that's your father?
He had much broader shoulders. MABEL: Oliver...
- Same gorgeous white hair, but clearly...
narrower hips.
I mean, his are like this, and you're more like...
[grunts] this.
- That's him. The scar on his neck.
That's his watch I still have.
But what's he doing up there?
Was he a model? Was he a gigolo?
Was he sleeping with Rose Cooper?
[beep] - A highly esteemed
and very horny artist.
- H-- A super valuable painting of your father
that was stolen from a murdered woman's apartment,
planted in yours,
and that's the part you can't get over? The sex part?
Fucking men.
- We're the worst. Time's up.
- The guy had so many secrets.
I mean, did he even wanna be an actor? Did he really wanna live in this building?
Is that a shadow?
Or a tiny little bit
of his balls?
OLIVER: Mm. Wonderful things
for you to work out in therapy.
And, granted, Papa did have a sizable set of luggage.
Meanwhile, we have to get this outta here,
so we all don't look like murderers,
and I can focus back on me.
I have a meeting later with Amy Schumer.
MABEL: Uh, guys?
This painting's called Savage.
CHARLES: What?
♪
Oh, good! My name's on it! That's not suspicious at all!
- So, I should mention...
Bunny said something to me before she died.
- Fourteen.
- In addition to 14...
"Savage."
She said "Savage." CHARLES: What?
M-maybe she was trying to point you toward the painting.
Maybe she saw it being stolen.
- Or maybe she met Savitch, like Jessica Savitch.
- Who? - A famous news anchor
I dated briefly in the '80s.
Lived in the building before me.
Left me for Ed Bradley from 60 Minutes.
Oh, by the way, did I ever tell you the time
that I met Steve Kroft at a Korean spa?
The man had the most beautiful, firm breasts.
- Okay, you must ask permission to tell stories from now on.
CHARLES: None of this makes any sense.
The knitting needle, and now the painting?
- Well, it's clear that someone's trying to frame the two of you.
Not me, which is weird,
uh, considering that I'm definitely the most compelling.
- We've gotta get this painting out of here.
Whoever planted it here could also have the cops come any minute.
[knocking on door] [gasping]
Oh! No--
- Nobody's home! I mean-- I mean-- Here-- - Put it over here!
- No, no, no! The closet! The closet! - Where? Where?
- Put it in the bedroom! The bedroom! - Where?
- Nobody ever goes in the bedroom! Go! Go! - The bedroom!
- J-just putting on a sweater!
Oh! Hi, inquisitive neighbor Howard Morris!
How can I help you?
- Oh, hello. I'm sorry to bother, but you left your keys in the door.
- I was looking for those.
- I actually wanted to stop by
because I appreciate what you've done for the building.
- Well, thank you. - And I loved your podcast.
I actually knew it was your girlfriend, like, episode eight.
- Well, I wish you would have told me 'cause that would have been helpful.
- Well, I wanted to see how it ended, Charles.
Anyway, I also agree with what you said on your new podcast.
- I'm sorry?
- Whoever has the painting is Bunny's killer.
- We're actually moving off that theory, Howard.
- Howard! Hey! What happened to your eye?
- Oh [laughs], it's so silly.
I-I was playing hide-and-seek with my new kitten, Sevelyn,
and, um, boom!
Ran into my hutch . She found me.
[laughter] - How can we...
- Oh! Um, there's a gathering over at Bunny's place right now.
Just for people who loved her.
- It should be a very small gathering.
- I thought it would be good if the three of you stopped by.
- Oh, I-I don't really think anybody wants to see us. [laughs]
- Yeah. And, Howard, stopping by the victim's memorial
is a classic "guilty person's" move.
- But isn't that why you should go? To find the guilty person
who looks more guilty than the three of you.
- Howard has a point with that.
- So why do you think you were framed?
Come on, catch me up. Let's dish.
- It will all be on the podcast.
We're switching to a subscription model this season.
Thanks for the info. - Actually,
I had an idea for, like, a capsule episode,
which I thought might be--
♪
- Okay, what if we put the painting back in Bunny's apartment
and used Bunny's shindig as cover?
- That's good. We stop by, we suss out the crowd,
I slip into Bunny's closet,
down her secret elevator into the alley...
- Where we can be with the painting.
- And then back up to Bunny's and out.
- Yes! Oh, that's a plan. I think this is really good!
- We are getting the hang of this. - Absolutely.
You can tell it's our second season.
Ah...
♪ lively theme song playing ♪
♪ vocalizing ♪
HOWARD: Hi, baby. Hello?
Hello?
Howard's my friend. [quiet chatter]
Howard's my friend.
♪
- Oh, goodie. The murderers are here.
What the hell are you doing?
- We brought dip! HOWARD: Uma, be nice. I invited them.
- We came to pay our respects. UMA: With a screw top?
What happened, you couldn't find a box?
- We want to help find Bunny's killer.
Her death was tragic and one of the worst days of my life,
and that's actually saying something.
- Right 'cause it's all about you.
Millennials. Get a job.
MRS. GAMBOLINI: [squawks] Get a damn job!
- I have to find a home for that bird.
- Baby. Baby, baby.
One of those podcast girls was sniffing around about you.
Bought 10 cases of Gut Milk.
- Which podcast girl?
- Glasses, white, nosy,
10 cases...
- Yeah. Okay. Alright, so--
- Everyone? Nina Lin.
If I may, I would just like to assure all of you,
as the new Board President,
I will not let Bunny's demise adversely affect the building.
I'm in charge now, and a new era begins.
[Oliver grumbles]
- Someone's sure itchy to step into the presidential wedgies.
- Don't get me started on Nina.
- Why? What do you know?
- I can't speak openly here.
- She's got such a maternal glow.
- Hm! Funny.
I look at her, and I think of Rosemary's Baby.
If Rosemary were a hedge fund manager
and couldn't wait to carry the Devil's Child.
- Did Bunny and Nina get along at all--
- No, no, no. Don't, don't, don't. Shh.
Mabel...
I will only say this.
If you thought Bunny was a bitch,
wait till you get a load of this one.
UMA: Bunny was not a bitch.
She was all alone in this world.
No children, no family. Only me.
MRS. GAMBOLINI: Fuck off! - And Mrs. Goddamn Gambolini.
[squawks] Why didn't the killer take
that bird instead of her painting?!
- Uh, actually, um,
ahem, actually, uh,
we're not sure the killer has the painting.
- Of course, the killer has the painting.
OLD WOMAN: Are you talking about my painting?
♪
- Who are you?
- I'm Leonora Folger,
the mother of Bunny.
[all murmuring]
Now, where the fuck is my painting?
[squawking]
[party chatter]
- Can we call her Big Bunny, please?
- No. The Rose Cooper does not belong to my daughter.
It belongs to me.
I have a bill of sale here somewhere that I...
when I first bought it from the artist,
and... Oh God.
Here! You find it! [grunts]
I've got macular degeneration. I...
Nothing but a big bubble in my middle vision, and...
But I have very accurate peripheral vision,
so you just...
No sticky fingers, little girl.
- I think this is it?
- So what do we know about my daughter's murder and the theft?
- Why don't you ask these three? They're the ones that probably did it.
- We were framed. - We're persons of interest.
It's very different. - Hm.
♪
Come closer.
C'mere, c'mere, c'mere, come on, come on!
Come on.
[inhales]
[sniffing]
[scoffs]
[sniffs]
Aw, you sweet little thing.
None of them did it.
They didn't do it.
They didn't do it, but they know something.
They know something.
Now, somebody make me a Cocotini, please.
[quiet party chatter]
♪ soft music ♪
- I wanted my Yodelshop group to sing for Bunny,
but Uma didn't think it was appropriate.
Do you know Yodelshop, Leonora?
Barbershop quartet...
[emotionally] but with yodeling.
- [sighs] What the hell is that?
- A Cocotini?
I found some chocolate syrup in Bunny's fridge.
- A Cocotini has coconut.
That looks like a cup of canal water.
- Right. Okay.
- She's definitely Bunny's mom.
- It is her painting.
Maybe she knew Rose Cooper. Maybe she knew my dad.
- [gasps] Maybe she killed Bunny to get it.
[gasps] Her own mother.
What? It happened on The Sopranos.
- Do you think that woman stabbed someone eight times?
- Oh...
[Oliver growls]
[knife tapping]
[frustrated grunt]
Oh...
- Well, we'll put a pin in her for now.
Okay, Charles, we will text you
when we're downstairs with the painting,
so we can sneak it up. And please, I beg of you, just be cool.
- Hey...
Who's cooler than me?
- Everyone. - Mm-hmm.
[knife taps]
[sighs]
♪
[Mabel and Oliver struggling] [cart squeaking]
BOTH: Okay. Okay.
- How is this a sneaky way to get this thing out?
- Well, Lester said someone was using the good cart,
and then asked a lot of questions. So, I just...
I just grabbed the broken one. [elevator dings]
Oh, oh! Oh, oh...
- Got the good one back. Let me help you transfer that stuff.
- No, no, we got it, Lester!
- No, thank you. - L-let me at least push it. It's my job.
- Back off, old man!
[cart squeaking, rattling]
- Can I at least ride down with you?
- You have no place in here!
[text chimes] [Oliver clears throat]
[texts whooshing]
Who's making you smile like that? Oscar?
- Oh, uh... No.
I mean, the trauma bond is strong,
but I think Oscar and I are just both waiting
for the "let's just be friends" text, you know?
- Ah, well, yeah. [sniffs]
You know, when you're in danger, it's all...
passion and sex.
But then, when things settle down, it-it's...
hard to know what comes next.
That's why Judi Dench and I lost touch
after that infamous ride on the Concorde.
- That never happened, right?
- God, you really get me.
[elevator slows, stops] [ding]
UMA: Thank you for coming,
and thanks for making it all about you when it was a memorial for Bunny.
- Hi.
I was hoping to ask you more about your painting
and about the artist, Rose Cooper.
- Why do I recognize your voice?
- Oh, I'm an actor.
I was on that TV show Brazzos.
- Yeah, they have that on at my assisted living.
It's a very good show to have on in the background
when you're dying.
Can you say that thing?
- Oh! Oh. [clears throat]
[dramatically] This sends the investigation into a whole new direction.
- That's really bad.
[text chimes, phone buzzes]
- Excuse me. Uh...
So nice chatting with you.
♪
MABEL: Okay.
- Okay. Alright. Careful. Watch the... - Got it?
[sniffs, sighs]
Okay.
[dumpster clanging] [Ursula grunting]
- Shi... - Ursula! Get back!
Okay. Go.
- [loud whisper] Mabel!
Oliver!
[clang]
- Oh, you... - Are you kidding me?
- Ah... Where were you? You were supposed to be here!
- We are here, and now we're stuck here.
Stop thinking about your daddy issues and get your head back into the game.
- Just go back up to the party and come back down.
- I can't go to the party. The party's over.
- Okay, you know, I'm putting this in the dumpster.
- No, that's worth a ton of money!
- You can't toss a picture of my father in the dumpster!
- We cannot have this painting!
Nothing ends well if we end up with the stab lady's painting!
- No... [muttering]
MAN 1: Hey, hey, my side's heavier, man! MAN 2: I'm the one going backwards.
MABEL: Shit... [men arguing]
CHARLES: We'll come back for it.
MAN 1: Go around that way, alright? CHARLES: Yeah...
[Oliver scoffs]
[Oliver humming] Huh...
- And so,
with no idea what happened to the victim's valuable art,
we went back to motive.
♪
But, motive to do what?
To kill Bunny Folger?
Or to implicate one or all of us
in a murder?
[beep]
[sighs]
[patting jacket pocket]
[door opens, shuts]
♪ radio playing pop music ♪
- Hello?
Hi? Alice?
ALICE: Hey.
You made it. MABEL: Hey!
This is nicely glammed down from the other night.
- Hi.
- Oh. Sorry.
- Um, yeah, we all work back here. Some...
Sometimes, I like to cry back here because I'm a fraud.
It's a multipurpose space.
- Hey, have you heard of an artist named Rose Cooper?
- Of course. Yeah.
Subversive, classical, um...
She died mysteriously.
- Mysteriously? - Yeah.
Is that why you came by?
- No. I wanted to see you.
- Good. Wanna show you something.
I've been hideously blocked for a year,
stuck in the past, no moving forward.
Do you ever feel that way?
- Yeah, all the time.
- Hm, stupid question. Of course, you do.
Anyway, then this happened.
MABEL: Wow. It's beautiful.
- I'm glad you like it.
Because it's you.
And I want you to destroy it.
♪
[traffic noise] [street chatter]
♪
[ding]
- Ooh! Wow!
Looks a lot different than when I was here last.
- Where's the tequila?
- Oh, I thought you were kidding.
- I only kid when I'm on the clock. I get paid to kid.
- [laughs] Of course. Yeah.
- Well, come on.
- Okay. [elevator doors closing]
[sighs]
I had some very exciting thoughts about our show.
I see it as a two-hander.
Timothée Chalamet plays me,
you play Mabel, and Charles...
is cut. - That's interesting.
Because I think it's a one-hander,
all about...
Jan.
Me as Jan. I'm Jan!
- Oh, the anti-heroine angle. Very juicy. Very now.
- Exactly! Exactly! I want to go full prestige.
I've been doing really gritty stuff.
My last project,
I shit myself on a moped while crashing through a plate-glass window,
and not as a joke.
I see Jan as a doomed romantic,
fixated on finding the kind of passion
that will ultimately destroy her.
- I think she was just a bad cook who could play the bassoon.
- I've been practicing.
♪ playing discordant notes ♪
[snorts]
- What is that?
- Oh, that?
♪
[ding]
[knocking]
CHARLES: Hi there.
Can I help you with something?
- You were curious about my painting, and I'd like to know why.
Also, I believe you're the kind of man
who has coconut liqueur.
[Leonora sighs]
[unlocks door] Thank you so much.
- I found it while I was in the dumpster.
- Oh. - So inspiring.
This is exactly what I want the Jan-Charles sex scene to look like.
Kind of reminds me of Brazzos.
You think Charles will play himself?
- You see, I'm not sure this painting is you.
- You don't think it's elegant?
- Do you know what it is? I just think it has a bad energy.
Can't you feel it?
Let me take it out for you.
- Hey, Putnam?
Never touch my dumpster art.
- I'll remember that.
- I had a thought about a video series on art as therapy.
I can tell you're not the type of person to get through something by meditating.
You need something more visceral.
- I don't know... - I can give you the footage.
It really helps some people to rewatch it.
Trust me.
Close your eyes for a moment.
I want you to think of what you've been forced to carry.
No fault of your own.
Think of all the ways you've been misunderstood,
over and over
and over for years.
Even today.
May I?
I'll give you some space.
♪ You Should See Me In A Crown by Billie Eilish ♪
[crumbling]
[grunts]
♪ Bite my tongue, bide my time ♪
♪ Wearing a warning sign ♪
AMY: Okay, can we get back to the TV idea?
Unless you're not into it.
- Oh no, I'm into it. I-I-I'm ahead of you on it.
♪ Visions I vandalize ♪
[grunts]
♪ Cold in my kingdom size ♪
- Not bad.
♪ You should see me in a crown ♪
Okay, now what do you want to know about my painting?
[grunts]
- One last thing.
My pesky lawyers tell me I can't make deals with murderers.
Again. So,
obviously, you'll all need to clear your names,
so we can move forward.
- Oh, get it.
[smashing]
Currently, there is nothing
tying any of us to Bunny's murder.
- [laughs] Perfect! Me neither.
[grunts]
♪ Count my cards ♪
♪ Watch them fall ♪
[grunting, smashing]
♪ Blood on a marble wall ♪
- So, just find the killer, and let's get started.
♪ Scream, tell me... ♪
ALICE: Wow.
You really did that.
Hm...
I actually meant for you to metaphorically... destroy it.
♪ I don't dream ♪
I'm kidding.
[relieved sigh] [both laugh]
Your face. Oh...
♪ I think you're pretty ♪
- I feel better.
♪ You should see me in a crown ♪
♪ I'm gonna run this nothing town ♪
♪ Watch me make 'em bow ♪
♪ One by, one by ♪
♪ One ♪
♪ One by, one by ♪
♪ One ♪
- I feel better, too.
♪ One by one ♪
Yeah.
- You said you bought the painting from the artist.
So, you knew Rose Cooper?
- Well, I happened to meet her.
She was desperate to get away from a man,
and she didn't have any money.
So, I bought her painting.
Then, soon after that, she went missing.
And then soon after that, they declared her...
dead.
- How did she die?
- Now, that's the question.
The mystery of her death
caused the value of her work
to go through the roof.
Now, then, of course,
that's the lot of a woman.
In order to be recognized,
you have to disappear.
- Mrs. Folger...
Did Rose happen to live across the street from here?
♪
- Mm-hmm. She did.
[street noise fades in]
CHARLES' FATHER: Wait here. Read your book.
I'll be back in an hour after my audition,
then we'll go to Nathan's and get a hot dog. Okay?
- Okay. - Joe will look after you.
Thanks, Joe. [money crinkling]
- Dad! Your play!
- Oh! Right.
Thanks.
[car honking, fades out]
LEONORA: Are you alright?
[knocking]
- Hey. I found out something about that Rose Cooper painting.
- My painting?
- Okay, Amy Schumer has Bunny's painting.
She's gonna look like the killer--
Oh, hello.
[sniffing]
Do I smell coconut?
♪
Amy Schumer is not a thief or a killer!
She just found it in the dumpster. - We can get it back,
but we have to take the lead here. [knocking]
[sighs]
OLIVER: Amy! Uh, these are my friends--
- Charles-Haden Savage.
Oh... [laughs]
I had a poster of you on my ceiling.
The shirtless one on the bearskin rug? Oh...
I wanted chest hair because of you.
- And she got it, too.
- As a little girl, I would practice my signature
"Amy Schumer Savage." A-S-S.
Ass...
- Oh. Thank you?
- I'm Mabel.
- Okay. OLIVER: A-and this is...
- You have my painting.
Oh my god, look at this. Oh, this is it!
This is it! Oh my...
No, I've been away from you too long.
- This is all super weird for me.
You wanna just give me Charles' number... - Okay, you need to calm down.
- Uh-uh.
- This isn't it. - What?
- No. The canvas was torn in the back,
and the artist was broke, so she glued over it, and then...
This isn't torn. This is...
This is a reproduction. [smacks counter]
This is all a mistake. AMY: [laughs] Okay,
I don't care about any of this.
I just wanted this naked painting of Charles...
- This isn't me. - Then I don't want it!
Get it out of my Sting's apartment!
CHARLES: Well, I'll take it then. AMY: God,
some rando's balls on my wall. Ugh.
Hey, um, so? - Uh, yes? Uh-huh?
- Was I believable? [ding]
- As? - Jan.
- Oh, thank God! You were in character.
So you're not insane. [sighs] - No. Not at all.
- Well, I-I should be going.
[clears throat]
- Jan...
♪
- Okay. So, is there a single thing from today
that we can use in the podcast that won't put us in prison?
- Well, we know that Bunny definitely had the original,
but why would she have a replica made?
- Or did the killer have it made...
to frame us?
[knocking]
[sighs] Probably Charles.
[Mabel sighs]
- So, I took a closer look at Bunny's will.
There's something she wanted you to have.
[rattling]
- No. Absolutely not. [parrot squawks]
MRS. GAMBOLINI: Boo! [snorts]
- I don't think you want to disrespect the wishes of the person
people think you murdered.
Right?
Her life expectancy is 80 years.
[squawks]
- Okay... [sighs]
- Even in death,
Bunny figures out a way to give you the bird.
- Oh, that's a good line.
I wish I was recording.
- I was!
Oh, God. Please don't tell me I'm turning into you.
[sighs]
[parrot squawks]
MRS. GAMBOLINI: Give me kissy.
[groans]
♪
[street noise]
[siren slowly fades in]
[siren] [police radio chatter]
- Goddammit!
- Dad? Dad!
- It's okay, buddy! - What's happening?
- Come on, that's my son! - Dad!
Wait!
Wait, Dad...
Dad!
[panting]
[whispering] Dad. Dad. No.
No, Dad...
[siren fading out]
[street noise]
- Mrs. Folger! Before you go--
- Oh God, not now.
I'm not good at this hour. - I-I just...
I think my father is in that painting.
- Well, of course, he is.
- You knew?
- Well, I-I'm not blind. Well...
I am blind, but I'm not that blind.
I was having an affair with your father for years.
- I thought Rose Cooper was.
- She was, too. - You're telling me
my father was... working both sides of the street?
- So what is so hard to follow here?
I don't-- I don't do well at this hour. I just--
- No wonder my father brought me here all the time.
- What happened to him?
- My dad? Uh...
Nothing good.
Drinking, uh, jail.
And he died while I was young.
- I'm so sorry. I'm...
I'm sorry.
- Mrs. Folger, what about your painting?
- I have a feeling that you'll be looking for me.
♪
It's strange returning to a place where you have so much history.
What once was a place of joy is now haunted.
Or maybe it was always haunted. You just can't see the ghosts
until you're close to being one yourself.
[knocking]
- There you are. Are you okay?
- I-I was just on the street, having my mind blown by Leonora Folger.
- Do I want to ask?
- Apparently, my father was having an affair
with Rose Cooper and Mrs. Folger. Which--
Wait, does that mean...
could Bunny be my sister?
- What? [parrot squawks]
- What's Mrs. Gambolini doing here?
- Isn't this fun? MRS. GAMBOLINI: Eat shit.
- Maybe I can donate her
to, like, an orphanage.
- I'm not so sure she should be around children.
MRS. GAMBOLINI: Hey. Hey.
♪
[squawks, flapping]
[trills]
[flapping]
I know who did it.
♪ Yellow bird ♪
♪ Up high in banana tree ♪
♪ Yellow bird ♪
♪ You sit all alone like me ♪
♪ Did your lady friend ♪
♪ Leave the nest again? ♪
♪ That is very sad ♪
♪ Make me feel so bad ♪
♪ You can fly away ♪
♪ In the sky away ♪
♪ You're more lucky than me ♪
♪ Yellow bird ♪
♪ Yellow... ♪
♪ Bird... ♪