56 Days
Season 1 – Episode 4
Episode title: Chapter 4
Original release date: February 18, 2026
Episode plot: Oliver and Ciara’s twisted romance intensifies as she gets closer to accessing his multi-million dollar fortune. Lee admits the truth about Linus Finch while she and Karl track down a stalker.
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Transcript
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[haunting music playing]
♪ ♪
Are you working today?
Yeah. I’m gonna go to the office after the gym.
On a weekend?
The initial render for the bank retrofit… it’s got a tight deadline.
[cup taps on counter]
That my shirt?
Yeah.
[coffee pours]
Is that why you were, uh, in my closet?
[Ciara] Yeah, I’m sorry, I couldn’t help myself.
Why? Why else would I be in your closet?
If you were looking at the safe… it’s not mine.
It was in the apartment when I got here, already locked.
And I… I don’t have the combination.
Whoa.
No, I wasn’t.
But okay.
Was there somewhere you had to be at 5:30 this morning?
Yeah.
I went to go see my therapist.
Therapist works odd hours.
He does for me.
Do you find that helps you?
I will say, it doesn’t hurt.
[chuckles] Usually, when someone says, “I will say,” it means there’s something else that they won’t say.
[phone vibrates]
[sighs]
It’s my mom.
She only ever calls me when she needs tech support.
Anyway, I need to go.
I was thinking I could swing by your work for lunch today.
I’m-I’m gonna be really busy.
And if I need to eat, I’ll just order something from the office. I’ll see you.
I’ll be here.
[Oliver] You can keep it.
The shirt.
[door closes]
[mysterious music playing]
♪ ♪
♪ ♪
[laughing quietly]
[sniffles]
[laughs softly, sniffles]
“The Narrow River Killing refers to the brutal murder of prep school student Paul Sparling, found on the banks of a tidal inlet near the Narragansett Bay on June 5th, 2009.
Autopsy ruled a homicide.
Fellow student Shane Martin was arrested for first-degree murder, though it was widely believed his classmate
Oliver St. Ledger was responsible for the crime.”
Wait, where you getting that?
This is the Wiki. Wiki.
And I’m not seeing any mainstream press connecting St. Ledger to this case at all.
I-I do find some subreddits, though.
Something about, um, how the students at the school knew the truth, no one asked the right questions.
No, I got it here. This says something.
Uh, yeah. His dad’s name is Caspar St. Ledger.
Huh. Uh, on the 2018 Midas List of world’s richest venture capitalists.
Net worth close to a billion. Goddamn.
Get this. His mama’s name is Chickie.
Okay. [laughs] [laughs]
All right. That says it. Yeah.
Then the rest of this is just about sightings of him in different cities and stuff.
He’s like psycho sasquatch.
His last listing is couple months ago in Boston.
I wonder what the Narragansett PD has to say about all this.
Case motherfucking closed.
Well… Caspar and Chickie shut that shit down years ago.
The Internet still remembers. And whoever wrote this.
Oh.
They just left a phone number.
I wonder if he took the bait.
Yeah, not if you found it in the garbage.
Mm. True.
[tuts quietly]
[line ringing]
[Jane] You’ve reached Jane Miller. Leave a message and I’ll get back to you as soon as I can.
[beep]
Ms. Miller, this is Lee Reardon from the Boston PD.
Um… return my call as soon as you can. We have a few questions.
I’ll text you my number.
Jane Miller in New York.
Okay. Uh, text me the number.
I’m gonna… I’m gonna run it. And I’ll meet you inside?
I’m gonna call the M.E. and see if they’ve assigned the autopsy.
[indistinct police radio chatter]
[door closes]
[intriguing music playing]
I’m not gonna forget about that.
[mouths]
[energetic music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[grunting]
[breathing heavily]
[grunts]
[phone vibrating]
[groans softly]
[sighs]
Hey.
Oh, shit! [laughs]
I, uh, I-I thought that you were gonna be at work, I was just gonna leave you a message.
Nah, I’m waiting for Mom at the farmers market.
Think I’d puke if I smelled vegetables right now.
[laughs]
Why are you so jacked up?
Because I did it, dude.
I got the money.
What?
Wait. Yeah.
Are you kidding? No, and it’s a-a bank transfer, so it’s gonna take like a week or two to go through, but I fucking did it.
[exhales] What?
Is it really from the St. Ledgers?
Yeah. [laughs]
Don’t tell Mom.
No, no, God, no.
Oh, my God.
Wait, is, is it the whole five grand?
Yeah. It’s, uh, even a little bit more than that.
Oh, shit.
Um… how are you not gonna get busted?
Because it’s not like a check made out to us.
It’s complicated, but I’ll tell you when I get home.
When’s that gonna be?
I kind of feel like I should wait until the money transfers, right? So…
I don’t know, just keep checking.
But as soon as it does, you’re coming home, right?
Yeah. I might stay a little longer ’cause my job’s not done.
So quit.
I don’t know if I want to.
I’m liking it more than I thought I would.
And it’s not all about the money.
It-It’s called a job, Meg.
You do it for the money, which you said you just got, so what?
[exhales]
Yeah, so… stop asking questions.
I’ll keep you posted.
[discordant music playing]
[blows nose]
[Karl] Wonder if this guy had a gun.
Well, 32% of Americans do.
Hey, listen, I, uh, heard the techs talking about the skull fragment.
They seemed to think the victim is a woman.
Who’s doing the autopsy?
Oh, M.E. assigned it to the Hippo.
Yes. Yeah, Hippo’s real good. She’ll give it to us fast.
She likes me.
Listen, I tried Jane Miller again.
Her mailbox is full now.
Okay, so what? So is yours.
What? No, it’s not.
How would you know? You never leave a message.
No one leaves a message. Then how does a mailbox get full?
Uh, I don’t know, eight million hang-ups?
I just wonder if a full mailbox supports the idea that she may be officially missing.
But, you know, she was also fucking with the Narragansett River Killer.
[phone vibrating] So now we have a motive, too.
I know. Yo.
Hey, I ran Jane Miller against her phone number.
I think she’s here somewhere.
Uh, yeah, yeah, we know she was at some point.
The letter didn’t go through the post office.
She had to drop it off herself.
She filed a vandalism report with BPD a month ago on a New York plate.
Blue Fiat.
Do we have an address? Yeah.
This one.
[pulsing music playing]
When you say “vandalism,” my mind goes to keyed or egged.
Or “sophomore slut” painted on the side? [chuckles]
Hey.
The vandalism happened here.
[Karl] Mm.
Reusable grocery bags and a key card.
She definitely lived in the building.
Apartment 7.
Tape it off.
Police. Anyone home?
Jane?
[pounding on door]
[hip-hop music playing]
[dramatic musical sting plays]
[tense music playing]
[indistinct chatter]
[line ringing]
Oliver?
[Oliver] Okay.
Where the fuck are you going? Where are you going?
Where you going? Where you going?
Where you going?
Where are you going?
No fucking way.
♪ ♪
[car door opens]
[tense music playing]
[tires screech] [man shouts]
Fuck.
[panting]
[screams]
Fuck.
[muttering] Huh? Huh? Huh?
[cart clatters]
Fuck!
Hey, dude, what the fuck?
Hey, you can’t do that.
There’s cameras down here.
Whoa, hey, take it easy, man.
I get it. I’ve done shit like this, too.
Don’t worry about the camera. I can help with that. Yeah?
What are you gonna do?
Get rid of it if that’s good with you.
I mean, I just need to work a little overtime, you know?
[chuckles]
[Oliver] Okay.
One more thing.
What? Hit me.
What?
Hit me.
I don’t…
What are you…? I don’t get it.
Listen, you don’t have to understand.
Okay? Just hit me.
Hit me!
Ain’t got to tell me twice.
[grunts] Again.
[grunts]
H-Hey, my man Kevin Sullivan, how you doing?
Uh, uh, yeah, great, thanks.
Yeah, yeah, yeah, I think you, uh, had a little incident down in the parking garage?
[chuckles]
[Kevin] Looks like this is the first day we see it all bashed up like that.
It hasn’t moved since.
Maybe waiting for the insurance to go through.
I mean, I got caught like that last year.
This lady, boy… Okay, back it up.
Back it up a little bit. Back it, back it, back, hey.
Whoa, wh-whoa, whoa, whoa.
What was that? I don’t know. Let me, let me look.
What time was that? Uh, 3:16 p.m.
But then, poof, goes to 11:23 a.m.
I-I don’t know what happens in between then.
Oh, I know.
Somebody wiped the evidence.
Uh, it’s-it’s possible that resyncing the individual cameras caused a slippage in the, in the footage.
[clears throat] Slippage.
And-and you don’t know Oliver Kennedy? That’s the story you’re sticking with?
That… that’s not a story.
Yeah, what about Jane Miller, the owner of the car?
Mm. I don’t, I don’t think so. Is she new?
[sighs]
Kevin Sullivan, Kevin Sullivan, Kevin Sullivan, Kevin Sullivan.
Oh, man, I got to let you know a few things, man, um…
I’m a, I’m a, I’m a homicide detective.
Mm-hmm. You feel me?
Yeah.
Destruction of evidence, that’s not my favorite thing.
You know, I don’t call up Santa Claus and ask him for obstruction for Christmas.
You know? Right.
But, lookit, I’m willing to overlook all of that
’cause, I mean, the bottom line is…
I don’t give a fuck about you.
My only job here today is to sort out what the fuck happened to that human puree floating in that bathtub.
And I don’t believe, not for one second, that slippage caused that tape to erase itself.
[chuckles uncomfortably] Or… that you don’t know who Oliver Kennedy is, or Jane Miller.
But what I do believe 100%… you’re the motherfucker who pulled that fire alarm.
Ooh, I did not do that!
I swear on everything I love, man. [laughs]
I didn’t do that. No, no, no, no.
Hey, I… I didn’t do that, I didn’t do that.
I swear on, I swear on everything.
[smacks shoulder] There he is.
Yeah, that’s the Kevin Sullivan I was looking for.
Yeah, he likes to talk.
That still supports our theory that Jane Miller is our Jane Doe.
Apparently missing but resides in the building.
Motive… seems pretty obvious.
Yeah, and then her coming and seeing Ledger using his real name instead of his alias?
Maybe that was step one in some kind of blackmail.
Smashing the hell out of her car with a four-wheel dolly means he didn’t really go for it.
He wasn’t with that shit at all. [chuckles]
Mr. Sullivan? [Kevin] Yes, ma’am.
When’s the last time you saw Jane Miller?
I rea… I really don’t know. But you have a key to her apartment.
[Kevin] A master key, ma’am. Yes, ma’am.
Okay.
Now let’s have Cami call Judge K to expedite a warrant.
Why? For what? W-We got cause here.
Maybe to search the car, but the apartment’s a stretch.
Can you just call for the warrant so we can go eat?
Yeah.
[mysterious music playing]
[Elliot] Can I help you?
Yes. Uh, hi.
I’m Ciara. I’m, um, looking for Oliver.
I know he’s probably busy, but I brought him lunch.
Well, he must be running late.
But come in.
Thank you.
And then the doors closed, and there he was. He was just stuck.
[both laugh]
What was I gonna do?
[Elliot] Yeah, there is a special place in hell for people who wear their backpack on a train.
Ollie usually carries a messenger bag.
Yeah, I-I guess just not to the gym, but… “Ollie.”
That’s so cute. I’ve never heard anyone call him that.
[laughs] So you’ve known him since he was a kid?
Oh, since the day he was born.
Yeah, we lost touch over the past few years, but then things just fell into place.
Couldn’t be happier to have him here in Boston.
So how did you two meet, or is that a stupid question?
No, we actually met at a grocery store.
Oh, is that a new dating app, huh? Yes, um, very popular.
My apple matched with his orange and then… [laughs]
Um, no, but it was really sweet, it was really wholesome.
I think my grandparents actually met in the same way.
Hmm. He has never mentioned that he was seeing anyone, but you may have noticed, he keeps things close to the vest.
Yes, he does.
I wish that he didn’t.
He’s always been that way.
Had a difficult childhood.
His parents weren’t around much, he didn’t have many people to talk to.
Keeping it all inside became a habit.
Yeah, he mentioned that something happened in high school but then didn’t say what it was.
I wonder where the hell he is.
He hates to be late.
[Ciara chuckles]
Let’s give him a call, hmm?
[line ringing]
[automated voice] The person you are calling is currently unavailable.
Please leave a message after the tone.
Oliver, it’s your boss.
I am sitting here with the most delightful young woman who brought you lunch, which I will eat myself if you don’t show up in the next five minutes.
[sets down phone]
I’m sure he’ll be here any minute.
So, what is it that you do, Ciara?
Oh, I work for the CIA.
Yeah, started in the mail room, but then I worked my way up to assassin.
[both laughing]
[Elliot on voicemail] I am sitting here with the most delightful young woman who brought you lunch, which I will eat myself if you don’t show up in the next five minutes.
[Oliver] What the fuck?
[dramatic music playing]
[Oliver] And so I followed her out of the gym and I called the number on the letter and her phone rang.
It’s her. She’s the one who left the letter.
And so then I, then I kept following her, and, and she’s-she’s here, Dan, in my fucking building!
And she’s watching me and I-I can’t get away from her.
Slow down. Did you talk to her?
No, I-I bashed in her fucking windshield.
And I don’t regret it. I should have… bashed her head in.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, stop spinning and listen to me.
This woman is harassing you, intentionally trying to throw you off balance.
You cannot allow her to trigger violent behaviors.
Well, it’s too late.
She already did.
Take a box breath, get your heart rate down.
I want to discuss this from a calmer place.
I don’t. I want to know what she wants from me right fucking now.
You know, it doesn’t matter.
She wants something from Oliver St. Ledger, but you are Oliver Kennedy, a man who lets go of the past and embraces the future.
[footfalls approach]
Something wrong?
Oliver?
Is someone there?
[tense music playing]
No. No, it’s nothing.
Does this have anything to do with the woman you explicitly told me you’d stopped seeing?
Come on, Ollie.
I know when you’re lying to me.
Your paranoia, the emotional lability: these are classic traits of a person with sex on the brain.
Oxytocin’s powerful stuff.
Yeah, I don’t know.
I thought it was gonna be different this time.
But I don’t know.
Okay.
Is it possible you didn’t think it would be different, you just wanted it to be different?
Does that resonate?
Well, I’m glad you can see that. That shows growth.
But I don’t think I need to tell you that sometimes we’re not ready emotionally, psychologically, for what we want.
Sometimes we just need to walk away.
We’ve talked about all this before.
[tense music playing]
What’s wrong with you?
I was in the middle of a private conversation.
With a guy who is baby-stepping you through every decision in your life.
It’s called therapy.
It’s what people do when they want to better themselves.
He’s telling you to leave me.
No.
No, it’s just that… ever since I met you, my life has spun out of control, and Dan, he knows me.
You pay him to know you, and I’m right here, I’m free of charge, and you won’t let me.
Can’t you see how, how fucked-up that is?
Uh, can I be honest?
I just fucking met you last month, so I don’t, I don’t know what you want me to say to you.
That my favorite color is blue?
Um, my first pet’s name was Charlie.
Great. You’re right. Maybe you’re right.
Why don’t we just stay strangers who fuck and share a fridge?
And… yeah, and share a safe.
I was looking at your fancy fucking shirts! I didn’t know that your closet was some mysterious no-fly zone.
Maybe we should negotiate.
You can tell me exactly where I’m allowed to be.
Okay, not there and not at my office.
I already have a stalker, I don’t need another one.
[laughs] You think I’m a stalker?
Okay. You’re right.
Everyone who meets you is just so fucking fascinated, they can’t stay away from you.
Well, God forbid I should want to get to know you.
Why can’t I know you?
What exactly do you need to know?!
What?
What… Uh, is it so wrong that I can have some fucking privacy?
Oliver, have you ever had a relationship, a real relationship with another human being?
Or are you so busy and consumed with learning everything about yourself and hoarding every gory detail for yourself?
Okay.
So I’m avoidant and you’re insecure.
I’m glad that we cleared that up. That’s good.
Oh, my God, you are so damaged.
Sounds like you know me just fucking fine.
[dramatic music playing]
[elevator bell dings] [elevator doors open]
Oh, well, looks like some of these people had to go to work.
If by “work” you mean they’re back in bed staring at a screen full of heads in boxes.
I’d hate that.
I wouldn’t. You don’t like what they say, bang, close the screen.
Wait a minute, we’re not going to this place you like down here.
What’s it called? Leaves, Twigs & Hair?
Do you really need meat at every meal?
[Karl] Oink, oink means yes.
[Lee] Karl, is that Aaron?
Aaron? Aaron. Aaron. Aaron.
You’re a hard man to find.
What are you doing here? Why are you not in school?
[Aaron] Got sent to the principal’s office for something I didn’t do.
[Karl muttering]
Hi, Aunt Lee.
Hey, bud. Where’s your mom?
Sip and paint. Jesus Christ.
It is the middle of the fucking day. How’d you get here?
[Aaron] Family tracker app. Huh.
Get in here, man. Put your seat belt on.
Sipping and painting in the middle of the goddamn day?
I’m working my ass off here and-and I’m the one who gets judged?
She calls it “mommy juice.”
Aaron… why don’t you go and put this, uh, in that machine over there, and it’ll give you tokens for the grabber.
Hey, my man.
I hear you. Divorce is hard. No, no, no.
She’s selfish.
No, don’t do that. Don’t look at me like that.
I know that you’re gonna say that that’s me, but you know it’s not.
I don’t want to quit this job because I want to “better myself.”
I got a kid and-and-and an old-ass cat, and… and I’m sick of it.
I’m not like you.
[groans]
Yeah, well… some days I’m not like me either.
Yeah?
How so?
Remember last September, when you were… you were busy with that triple homicide and I got called out by myself to that drive-by?
Dope dealer shot out by the fairgrounds?
Doesn’t ring a bell. Yeah, there’s no reason it should.
White kid got shot with a .45, car to car.
A 2018 Ford Explorer with smoke tint gets caught on camera outside the CVS two blocks away.
I run the plates, and they’re registered to a guy named Linus Finch.
He has a few drug offenses, nothing close to homicide.
I track him down, and he’s here in Seaport in a big apartment.
Looks just like the rest of ’em: he’s young, clean-cut, has nice stuff, a dog that isn’t a pit bull.
He lets me right in, doesn’t lawyer up.
Has an alibi.
But then, when I go to leave… he offers me money to stay away.
Why would he do that if he knew you were heading to the door?
That’s what I said.
And he goes, “Oh, it’s ’cause I’m on parole and I… don’t want anything to go wrong.”
So I turn him down and I leave.
His alibi checks out, we get busy with the triple, and then the whole thing goes cold on its own.
And then one day I’m at home, I was watching a game or something, and I look on the back porch… and I see the grill.
Remember when I got it?
The nice Weber grill?
It just appears with a little fucking note from him, thanking me, like it’s a present.
Yeah, which you should’ve given back.
I know.
But I didn’t.
It was so much better than my old Char-Broil.
The way the little burner on the side heats the sauce while the chicken is grilling.
[♪ Radiohead: “Everything in Its Right Place”] ♪ Everything…
I didn’t tell you, I didn’t tell Cami, I didn’t tell anybody. I just kept it.
♪ Right place…
Yeah, fuck a felony, long as it warms the sauce.
♪ Right place…
And then…
I kept the 70-inch Samsung.
And then the Triumph.
[sniffles]
Cash, too?
If he is buying you off, he’s got a damn good reason and it is not, “I’m on probation.”
Everybody’s on probation. I know.
I’m stupid. I was so stupid.
A motorcycle.
♪ Everything…
Jesus, I should’ve known.
That is not my Leezy.
I mean, what the fuck? Listen, I should’ve told you, I know.
I just realized, I, I don’t know, it seemed like it was too late. I was…
♪ Everything ♪
♪ In its right place ♪
No, you shouldn’t have told me.
♪ In its right place ♪
Shouldn’t have done it.
♪ In its right place…
[car horn honks]
Boss, let’s go. Your mom’s here.
♪ There are two colors in my head ♪
♪ There are two colors in my head ♪
♪ What, what is that you tried to say? ♪
♪ What, what was that ♪
♪ You tried to say? ♪
♪ Tried to say ♪
♪ Tried to say ♪
♪ Tried to say ♪♪
Is it still going on?
No.
No, it’s over.
Why were you outside talking to him today?
I know that he sells pills to tech bros in The Crossings, and I legit thought that he might be able to help.
I texted him. I didn’t expect him to…
Shut the fuck up.
Don’t-don’t say anything else to me.
I’m sorry. Stop it.
The only thing you have going for you is that this makes me feel
a fuck of a lot better about myself. [phone vibrates]
That’s it.
Yeah, it should.
What are you going to say to Cami?
Nothing. Look.
Dec got the warrant.
He’s probably standing outside Apartment 7 right now with his dick in his hand, so… ready?
[knocking on door]
Hi.
I’m Oliver Kennedy, I-I, I live in the building.
I-I think I saw you in the garage today, but I don’t think we’ve ever met.
I’m Jane Miller. Hello.
[laughs] I-I don’t know anyone here, so I thought I’d be a good neighbor and just come over and introduce myself.
I-I think there’s been some kind of…
[chuckles] misunderstanding.
You keep on leaving these notes in my mailbox addressed to Oliver St. Ledger?
That’s not my name.
[chuckling] That’s not me.
Oliver, I know.
You know what?
I know who you are.
[laughs] I mean, so do I. I’m Oliver Kennedy.
I know what you did.
[laughs softly]
I didn’t do anything.
But… whatever this Oliver St. Ledger did…
[laughs] …it sounds like something pretty bad.
It was.
Yikes. I hope he never finds you.
Have a good night.
[intense music playing]
[♪ Young Summer: “If the World Falls to Pieces”] ♪ We have nothing left to lose ♪
♪ Flames look beautiful ♪
♪ If you forget what they can do ♪
♪ If they only knew ♪
♪ Oh, at least we can say we tried…
[door opens] [keys jingle]
♪ Didn’t go down without a fight ♪
♪ Into the night ♪
♪ Into the night ♪
♪ Come sit by the window ♪
♪ To see from a better view…
I’m sorry… that I’m so crazy.
That’s okay.
So am I.
♪ I’ll save you ♪
♪ You’d save me, too ♪
♪ Come sit by the window ♪
♪ To see from a better view ♪
♪ If the world falls to pieces ♪
♪ At least I’ll be ♪
♪ With you ♪♪
[elevator bell dings]
[elevator doors close]
Are we ready?
[Karl] Looks good to me.
Hey, if you guys think that Jane Miller’s dead, what you think is in there?
Weber grill.
Triumph Street Triple 675.
Police department. Jane Miller?
All yours.
[keys jingling]
[lock clicks]
[uneasy music playing]
[Lee sighs] Why does this place look so familiar?
Kevin Sullivan, who owns this apartment?
Same company that owns Oliver Kennedy’s apartment.
His boss Elliot Berhane.
[tranquil music playing]
I was looking at your safe this morning.
I know.
I typed your birthday into the keypad, and it was dumb.
And I was embarrassed, so I lied.
But I wasn’t trying to steal anything. I swear I wasn’t.
I believe you.
I really hope so.
Because I want you to know that you can trust me.
I think that the safe was like a metaphor for breaking into your brain or something.
And seeing what’s inside.
You know, the whole point of trust is… taking a risk and saying the thing that you don’t want to say.
It’s killing you to keep it locked up inside.
And whatever it is, I promise I can handle it.
I just need to know what it is.
Oliver?
[Oliver breathing deeply]
Oliver?
Oliver, tell me.
What did you do?
Oliver?
[sinister music playing]
[yells]
[Ciara] Oliver.
Oliver.
Oliver.
[deep voice] Oliver.
[Oliver screaming]
[♪ Sofia Valdés: “Midnight Freak-Out”]
♪ La-la-la-la-la-la-la ♪
♪ La-la, la-la-la-la-la-la-la ♪
♪ It’s been a while since I’ve been around ♪
♪ It’s been a while since I’ve seen you out ♪
♪ Have you changed your hair? ♪
♪ Would you mind to share? ♪
♪ I took a chance at a brand-new place ♪
♪ I brought my pride and some spare change ♪
♪ They don’t speak my language ♪
♪ Can we mend the damage? ♪
♪ Freak out when the moment’s gone ♪
♪ Wait, I’m fixing what’s been broken ♪
♪ Thought I would have some time ♪
♪ Just a little longer ♪
♪ Late night when you hear my call ♪
♪ I need friends when I call you up ♪
♪ I need some affection ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Ooh… ah… ♪
♪ Faith might be keeping me up ♪
♪ I play right, then I get back up ♪
♪ I need motivation ♪
♪ Yeah, yeah ♪
♪ Ooh… ah… ♪
♪ La-la-la-la-la-la-la ♪
♪ La-la, la-la-la-la-la ♪♪
