Central Park (2020) s02e01 Episode Script

Another day
Of living in the middle of it all
Hey, don't poop there.
Another journey uptown
On the 6 from City Hall
Salami, huh?
While buses leave
With all the other boys and girls
We go to the park
To live among the squirrels
We go to Central Park
It's the private place we share
-It's normal that we live here
-Central Park
-And I watch from over there
-You know we have to live here
I'm of course your narrator
Which is still your favorite part
Back in Central Park
It's in the middle of the city
Central Park
Look at them.
The first family of Central Park.
Love these guys. Love them.
I could hide in a bush outside their house
and look at them through a window forever.
But first, Bitsy.
This is a quintessentially New York story,
and what better way to start
a New York story than in New Jersey?
New Jersey. The fart cloud of Manhattan.
That's very poetic.
-Where exactly are we anyway?
-Weehawken.
-Weehawken? More like we-stinkin'.
-You wanna turn around?
What? And miss giving
my hilarious keynote speech
at the Hotel Owners Association meeting
where all my competitors and
worst enemies are in one place? No.
When they find out what I've got cooking,
they're gonna line up
at Bitsy's soup kitchen for a handout,
and I'll say, "Get away from my soup.
It's made for me."
Now I want soup.
I still don't think what you're
planning to do is a very good idea.
Sorry, Ms. Brandenham.
Traffic's a nightmare.
-Quite the chatterbox today, huh, Jarvis?
-Sorry?
There he goes again. This place sucks.
If you turn left down that alley, the one
with the dumpster, there's a shortcut.
How could you possibly know that?
Are you an associate professor
of crap-hole towns?
I'm from Weehawken.
Oh, cool. Good for you. Such a cool place.
-It may not look like much.
-It doesn't.
Hey, Bitsy, I'm from this city
So please watch how you're talking
It's home to me
I love this town
Let me tell you about Weehawken
Now listen
With all due respect
This town's better than you'd expect
Never gonna meet a more friendly bunch
And, oh, so many great spots for lunch
Weehawken, that's quite the name
An indigenous word for the Palisades
Or kinda like that
It's complicated
And by that, I mean appropriated
Anyhoo, did I mention the view?
Narrows to the G-dub
It's whoo
It's the best spot in the NoHu
Jersey pride, y'all, let me show you
Because I'm from Weehawken
All day we jaywalking
Living high up on the Palisades
Everybody be flocking
To Weehawken
You know I'm from Weehawken
Manhattan, keep gawking
Hit the ferry as it casts away
Hudson River be rocking
In Weehawken
When we walk
We walking tall
Weehawken, New Jersey, y'all
Yes, I'm proud of the pedigree
Who's from Weehawken just like me?
Fred Astaire
Shake it there
Smell that fish up in the air
Daniel Webster goes way back
And that lady that sang "Love Shack"
Pause it there, I love her hair
I wonder where she gets it done
That's one more thing about this town
We've got such great salons
Can't help but brag
And our history's so cool
We're the home of the Hamilton-Burr duel
There's a park and a plaque
It's top-notch
This spot's where Hamilton got shot
What's good, everybody on The Bluff?
See, that's where I grew up
I gotta shout out Weehawken High's
Young Ladies Euchre Club, woot, woot!
Our traffic? Slow-motion
Our neighbor? Hoboken
We use gender-neutral pronouns
Our population is woken
It smells like the ocean
And I'm sorry for the self-promotion
But when I walk out on Hackensack
I gush out with emotion
Because I'm from Weehawken
All day we jaywalking
Living high up on the Palisades
Everybody be flocking
To Weehawken
You know I'm from Weehawken
Manhattan, keep gawking
Hit the ferry as it casts away
Hudson River be rocking
In Weehawken
Because we're from Weehawken
This township is rocking
Living high up on the Palisades
Opportunity's knocking
In Weehawken
You know we're from Weehawken
Manhattan, we're mocking
Broin' out
While we're pumping weights
We are proud to be
Weehawken
That's why we should go down that alley.
Save us, like, ten minutes.
I don't take directions from not me.
Just keep honking the horn.
Show them we're serious.
Okay, people.
We're two minutes out.
Molly, two minutes to Gina Tracker, FBI.
I'm so excited. What happened
to Tracker after that crazy season finale?
Do you think she'll make it out alive?
Cole, if there's one thing I know
about Gina Tracker, FBI,
it's that she always finds a way.
Also she's good at tracking.
-Did it start yet?
-No, but it's starting any second.
Okay, well, real quick,
I have one non-Gina Tracker, FBI related
piece of business to discuss.
Since the show's about to start, feel free
to not think about it too carefully,
but I was wondering if
I could go to a concert tomorrow night
with Brendan without a chaperone?
No chaperone? Interesting. Interesting.
Casual dad over here, casually processing.
It's just the two of us having a good time
with a couple thousand
other people in a well-lit arena.
Just listening to music,
applauding at the appropriate moments,
perhaps drinking a soda pop.
Previously on Gina Tracker, FBI.
I don't know.
-We trust you. But--
-We'll think about it, okay?
Is it because of the soda pop?
I can have water.
Total silence starting this instant.
Damn it, Tracker. It's no use.
The track's gone cold.
I've never seen a cold trail.
Except for that time
in Glacier National Park in January.
Because of the snow, which is cold.
How cute are they,
watching their little show together?
Too bad
they're not gonna get to finish it.
Have I shocked you?
Well, let's just say you'll see.
Or should I say, "You won't see"?
That will feel very clever later when
you know what's going on. Until then--
Tracker got a haircut!
The Tri-State Hoteliers
Association Conference.
You could power a rocket
with how much I hate these people.
There's Leslie Portergrave.
-Dory Sterling.
-Buy it. Buy it now.
Bury it. Bury it now.
And there's Marriott J. Courtyard.
Bunch of rich, greedy twerps.
And what's the deal
with these centerpieces?
Are they little overflowing toilets?
I believe those
are chocolate fondue fountains.
No, they're toilets.
They really decided to have
the hotelier conference
at the worst hotel in the world.
It's old, crusty and smells like farts.
Doesn't remind me of anybody.
Oh, great. Here comes Portergrave.
Bitsy, have you gotten smaller?
They say that happens before you die.
I see you're desperately
trying to pretend you're young
because you have a hotel in Brooklyn,
which is suddenly cool
for some stupid reason.
Probably because it's so lame.
Are you up to your ass in summer scarves?
Your jokes are as tired
and played out as Manhattan.
As if people still go there.
What is this, 1995?
You look like a corpse
buried in his grandson's clothing.
I'm just trying to stay in touch
with the youth culture.
Tell your face.
Same old Bitsy.
We'll see about that.
And now to deliver tonight's
keynote address, Bitsy Brandenham.
Thank you, thank you.
What an honor it is
for you to have me here.
Year after year, I drag myself
to this ridiculous conference
and suffer through it.
But now it's time for some truth.
Your hotels suck.
Leslie Portergrave, your hotel
is only 30 stories tall. Pathetic.
Dory Sterling,
your hotel looks like a weird penis.
My hotel looks like a good penis.
But seriously, folks, I'm actually glad
you're all gathered in one place.
I know what you people say
about the Brandenham.
That it's old-fashioned, uncool,
drafty, moldy, smells like goulash.
Well, today I'm going to show you
exactly who's got the beef.
I've obtained the city's top-secret
infrastructure projects.
With these plans,
I'll be able to buy up cheap real estate
that soon won't be cheap real estate,
'cause it'll be superhot real estate.
It's the skeleton key to the best
investments over the next ten years.
Wanna see? There you go. Too fast?
Here, take another look.
Too quick, didn't see it?
So sad. So much money at stake.
As I may have mentioned
in my opening remarks,
your hotel sucks, your hotel sucks
and your hotel sucks.
Your hotel's pretty good.
Just kidding. It sucks!
-Tracker, what took you so long?
-I had to change into a fresh tracksuit.
Wow. Running.
I did not see that coming.
I love this show. I love this show!
I've never read Shakespeare, but I'm
assuming this is slightly higher quality.
Do you think she'll track him down?
Or do you think he'll get away?
I mean, she usually does,
but maybe this is the week she doesn't.
And where is she running?
I don't know! I don't know!
Look at us. Loving TV together.
Does any other family love TV together?
Are we possibly the best family ever,
having the best night ever?
Family means togetherne--
Your hotel doesn't just suck,
it super sucks.
What happened? Did I scorch
everyone too hard and we blew a fuse?
-Oh, no.
-Mom, make TV come back.
I can't. Maybe I can. TV, on!
Nope, didn't work.
If I don't find out
what happened to Tracker, I'll die.
Me too, son. Me too.
Remember when I said you wouldn't see it?
Pretty clever, huh?
Moth! Or baby bat!
Is it a moth or baby bat?
I think it's a blackout.
Too bad.
I still had ten minutes of material left.
I think they got the gist.
Everyone in this room hates your guts.
You're just being nice.
Come on. We're done here.
Let's get the hell out of Weehawken.
That's right.
This is a New York City blackout.
And you know what that means?
Things can get a little dark.
Are you scared? You should be.
I mean, I'm not.
Oh, my God, bats! Or moths!
I can't tell! It's too dark!
Come into the darkness
Follow me
Right in front of your face
You can't see a thing
Blinded by the darkness
Your head starts to spin
Was that a murdery guy?
Or was it just the wind?
Wait. What was that?
What in the hell was that?
You have no choice
If you want to survive, follow us
All the lights are out
Come into the darkness!
Yeah
We could all die tonight
Or maybe we'll live
We should all run and hide
Or maybe we just stay in
Deeper into the void
We still can't see
Society is breaking down
What will we eat?
Carl?
Maybe we'll eat Carl
-Wait, what?
-I said maybe
-Dude.
-Definitely eating Carl
No schools, no banks
Nowhere to charge your phone
No movies, no gas
Okay, maybe there's gas
But there's still nowhere
To charge your phone
Come into the darkness
Yeah!
We could all die tonight
Or maybe we'll live
We should all run and hide
Or maybe we just stay in
I can't see.
Looks like we're not going anywhere.
We're trapped in New Jersey.
Oh, crap. This is your fault.
Yep. Sorry.
Must have plugged in too many things.
At least I have the infrastructure plans,
so it doesn't really matter where I am.
I'm just always that hot lady
who's gonna make so much money.
Oh, my sweet, sweet plans.
No one can have you but me.
What are you all looking at?
I think we should go.
Why?
Stay here where it's safe. In the dark.
There's nothing to be afraid of
just because there are no rules
in a tri-state blackout.
You know, during the blackout of '77,
I did some terrible things.
I pooped in a garbage can. No one cared.
And you know what else?
I liked it. It felt right.
Very interesting, Portergrave.
I hope you find somewhere interesting to
poop this time. But if you'll excuse us--
You were a fool
to bring those plans with you, Bitsy.
I didn't. I brought fakes.
I'm not an idiot.
-You're lying.
-I'm not.
I'll prove it to you.
I'm going to tear them up right now.
-You're not doing it.
-Well, not right now.
I was gonna save it as a treat
for when I get home.
Let's get out of here.
Where the hell's Jarvis?
Don't know.
Probably stuck in all this traffic.
Give!
How come you get to mug Bitsy?
I wanna mug Bitsy.
Helen, get us out of here.
How? I don't have a car.
Carry me. Put those long,
stringy arms to use for once.
Up you go.
Bitsy, don't go.
Come out and play.
So, without their beloved
Gina Tracker, FBI, the family is--
Damn it. Not you too.
Oh, good. Eight bats!
I just want you to know
the power's out in the park.
Yeah. I know it's out in the park.
It's out everywhere.
I changed all the lightbulbs.
Still nothing.
Yeah, it's a blackout, Elwood.
Well, then I'm just gonna
microwave some food
and hang out in the office.
-No. Elwood--
-Strike that, boss.
The microwave doesn't work.
What a night. What are the odds?
All right, call me if you need me.
Maybe I'll kill some time,
watch Gina Tracker, FBI.
Bye, Elwood.
You want me to bring this microwave
to the dumpster?
No, don't do that.
I'm throwing away this computer too.
Totally dead.
-No, don't do that.
-They're all dead, boss.
I'll check in with you later.
Don't throw anything away!
If they get us,
I think you should be prepared to
sacrifice your body like we agreed upon.
-Never agreed to that.
-Unspoken agreement.
Bitsy, where are you?
They're close. We should hide.
Hide? We're in the middle of the street.
Where can we hide?
All I want are the city plans,
and I'll let you go. I promise.
You can trust me.
What, these fondue forks?
Just something I use
to find my way through the city.
They're my feeling forks.
This whole place stinks.
-I mean, we're in a dumpster.
-You're in a dumpster.
Come on.
Hey, I know we're all disappointed
about Gina Tracker, FBI,
but I have an idea
for how to make this fun.
Let's play a game.
And I've got just the thing.
I picked it up at the thrift store
for a rainy day.
This is more like an inky blackness.
Still works. Salem Witch Hunt!
-That's creepy, Mom.
-Life is creepy, honey.
And cozy. Creepy cozy.
How do you play? Are there rules?
I wanna hear the rules.
-Let's go through the rules.
-Someone loves rules.
"In the quaint village of Prudence,
Massachusetts, evil is afoot.
While most of the townsfolk
are god-fearing Puritans,
one among you is a witch.
The Puritans win if they can identify
the witch and put her to the torch,
and the witch wins
if she can achieve her darker purpose."
See, I told you this was gonna be fun.
Kind of making light of
a horrible period in American history.
True, true, but in a way
that's appropriate for ages seven and up.
Yeah, Dad. Way to kill the fun.
Let's burn some crones.
Best family ever!
I think we lost 'em.
I can't believe you grew up here.
Did you lose a bet or something?
It's really not that bad. It's just dark.
We have to get back to the Brandenham.
And I know how.
The docks. We'll charter a ferry.
Everyone knows that in times of trouble,
the rich can always take to the water.
Nothing bad has ever happened
to a rich person on the water.
The Titanic?
All right, history nerd. One time.
-Natalie Wood.
-Oh, enough.
You know, there was a shortcut
we used to take to the river.
We just have to jump a fence.
Might be quicker.
Save it for your podcast
about boring things.
The sign says waterfront this way.
Let's go.
Look, there's the water. See?
It's right there.
What, are you calling that sign a liar?
We're listening to the sign.
Okay. The Persona cards
have been distributed.
That will tell you your character.
Now I distribute the Alignment cards.
Three of us will be pure Puritans,
one of us is the wicked witch.
Everyone glance at your cards.
Now we begin. Owen goes first.
If I'm understanding the rules right,
I draw one Chastity card
and one Righteousness card,
which I can then play
to ask a yes-or-no question,
so I'll do that.
My question is: Paige, are you the witch?
Really getting to the heart of it?
No, I'm not the witch.
But you could be lying.
Exactly. I could be a witchy woman,
and you wouldn't know.
But you'd tell me if you were.
No, Owen, I wouldn't.
Because the point of the game,
if you're the witch, is to lie your way
to victory to achieve your darker purpose.
I like saying that. It sounds cool.
-So, are you the witch?
-I am not the witch.
Okay, Cole, your turn. This is fun, right?
I like it. Okay, my name is Putnam Virtue,
gentleman farmer.
I draw a few cards, and my question is:
Mom, are you the witch?
What? He just asked me that. No.
I think she might be the witch.
Mom, have you been cavorting
with a black goat in the woods?
An evil black goat?
No, and you haven't drawn a question card.
My name is Goody Ruth Piousbottom,
and I make fine quilts and weavings.
How come you all think I'm the witch?
-Well
-It's just--
-What?
-You lie the easiest out of all of us.
Excuse me?
Don't get mad. Not in a bad way.
Just, you know, little white lies.
Name literally one time I've ever lied.
We'd love to come to your
destination wedding,
but the kids don't have winter break
this year. I know! I know!
I think it looks great on you, honey.
First we got married, and then we had you.
Well, I didn't know
you all think I'm a pants-on-fire liar.
We don't think you're a liar.
We just think you're a witch.
-Because you're a liar.
-So what's happening?
Are all three of you
making a formal accusation against me?
If you're wrong, according to the rules,
you lose.
I mean,
it seems like the logical thing to do.
Okay, but before you do, may I point out
that Cole's eye has been twitching
nonstop since we started this game.
So what? I'm tired.
I only got ten hours last night.
That's a tell.
You were awfully quick to turn on Mom,
twitchy the witchy.
Lies! The only witch I wanna be
is Stevie Nicks.
Okay,
maybe we should all try calming down.
What happened to
cozy family blackout night?
Sounds like something a witch might say
to deflect suspicion.
-I'm not the witch.
-I'm freaking out.
The lies will drown this family.
No! We're the best family ever, remember?
And we're having fun. Say it!
-We're having fun.
-Good.
There it is. Ferry-land.
We're gonna make a deal with the captain.
You mean buy a ticket to get on the ferry?
You sound so poor when you say that.
Here we are, down on the docks.
How about a forklift?
-Portergrave!
-I'm one step ahead of you, Bitsy.
-Fork it over.
-Too much with the fork stuff.
I knew you'd be here.
Mother always told me if there's trouble,
head for the water.
Also never wear denim after 6:00 p.m.
Back off! Those plans are mine.
Not if I get them first!
Helen, block them!
Good luck getting around this.
My beautiful ankle. Helen, help!
I could've done so many other things
with my life.
-Grab the briefcase.
-All right.
Left! No, right!
-Stop pulling my hair.
-It's a good system.
Don't worry, Bitsy. After I buy
the Brandenham, I'll knock it down.
Turn it into an improv comedy school
or whatever those dumb kids like.
No! I'm pulling but it's not working.
Yeah, I'm taking over.
No!
No! Where'd she go? I can't see.
Yeah, it's a blackout, you idiot.
Well, let's get down there.
Search the waters. Find her!
Well, you're welcome. For saving your life
in a pretty cool way actually.
Holding onto the edge of the railing,
then swinging us into here.
What do you want, a medal?
What is this place?
We used to jump down here
when I was a kid.
Glad the foam finger factory
is still in business.
Still number one. We don't have much time
before they find us. Can you walk?
I think so.
That's normal. Happens every time.
-Oh, I know.
-But that's bad.
Okay, climb on.
I know a way back to Manhattan.
There's a utility walkway
next to the Lincoln Tunnel,
or at least there used to be.
Was an old dock worker shortcut.
-How do you know about it?
-My mother was a dock worker.
-I get it. You're poor.
-You wanna get home?
No, I want to hear more about your past.
Please, dear God,
let the damn tunnel be open.
We don't have to finish playing this game.
Yes, we do.
And that sounds like something
the witch might say
-if she was afraid we were on to her.
-I'm not the witch!
I wish we could've just watched
Gina Tracker, FBI.
Maybe we should stop.
Can we move to a place with TV?
-Interesting.
-What?
I hadn't seen it before,
but now it's so obvious. You're the witch.
-I'm not the witch.
-Oh, no?
Consider how easily you lied
to Mother and Father this evening.
-I didn't lie.
-Didn't you, Sister?
-About Brendan and the concert?
-Wait, what were you lying about?
Molly neglected to tell you
that it's not just her and Brendan
going to the concert.
They're going with Clarissa and Ronnie.
Clarissa and Ronnie who got caught
with tequila at the dance?
-That Clarissa and Ronnie?
-That Clarissa and Ronnie.
-You rat.
-Is that true, Molly?
Is this a double date with criminals?
Okay, it's a double date, and yes,
Clarissa and Ronnie made some bad choices
at the dance,
but that's not what Brendan and I
are gonna do.
Brendan doesn't even like tequila.
He's a scotch man.
I'm kidding. I'm kidding!
We're not cool with Cla-Ronnie.
They were just the ones
with the tickets to the show.
-You should've told us.
-We wanna trust you.
I told you. Classic witch behavior.
-You're right.
-Yeah, good point.
I'm not the witch!
-I'm not!
-We'll see about that.
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Reasons it's not you
Who among us went
And chose the witch way?
Tell me, tell me, tell me
What you say is true
We gotta point the finger soon
But which way?
I just wanted to see a show
You lied and tried to
Get something by us
I was gonna tell you though
Instead your actions were impious
See, all of them now at odds
Our Puritans must do
What they must doth
What was that? Oh, my God
Bat, moth, bat, moth
Bat, moth, bat, moth
Here comes Porty
As he swings his forksies wide
Gotta poke her, smoke her out
But tell me which way?
I'm a demon hotelier
So, Bitsy, run and hide
Look behind ya, gonna find ya
But which way?
Head to the tunnel outta Jersey
Or you're dead
Better do it in a hurry, scurry!
I know I'm lookin' older
'Cause of time
And this lady on my shoulder, hold her
And there's no light in any sight
To show 'em which way
But I'm in luck where I grew up
So I know which way
Give it up
Give it up for New Jersey
Jersey
New Jersey
Gather ye, gather ye
Neath the full-grown moon
Get ye naked 'cause, baby
That's the witch way
Moon the moon
Underneath the full-grown moon
Time to dote on a goat
It's the witch way
Microwave, you had such a good life
Oh, microwave, can I call you Mike?
You seem like a Mike to me
I'm sad to see you go
I hope you got to say goodbye
To all of your friends
Wow, this night got dark so fast
In the blackout, watch your back
And find a way back out
Intuition shows you
Which one and which way
Take a right, go toward the light
The end is now in sight
Bet Gina Tracker, FBI
Would know which way
Gina Tracker
Wanna watch Gina Tracker
Point me which way
Which way to the light
Make amends
The tunnel ends
And you will find your light
Oh, thank God, we're back.
Helen, kiss the ground.
-No.
-High-five it then.
We're nowhere closer
to figuring out who the witch is,
but I feel like we can all agree
that I can still go to the concert, right?
-You didn't tell us the whole truth.
-So, no.
This family isn't the best family.
It's just okay most of the time.
But not right now.
Sew that on a pillow.
There she is,
the most beautiful penis in New York.
I-- I told you I'd get us home.
Boy, are you out of shape. Embarrassing.
-Sneak attack.
-Oh, crap.
I followed you. Isn't this fun?
You're too late, Portergrave.
Go back to Brooklyn and have a craft beer
with a professional clown,
or whatever it is
you people do over there.
I think you're forgetting one thing.
Give me the plans
or I'll use these on her.
What's it gonna be, Bitsy?
The plans or your best friend gets it.
Don't make me fondue it.
Best friend?
That's a good one. Best friend.
You know what?
Just go ahead and fork me.
Let's get this over with.
Wait! Don't do it.
-Really?
-I'm coming out.
Just take it, Fartergrave.
Ha! I'm the king of the night.
Bitsy, you didn't have to do that.
I've been stabbed with forks before.
It's not that bad. By you, actually.
Don't worry. I still have the plans.
The old switcheroo.
Oh, good for you.
You didn't do a nice thing.
Let's go. I need to take a bath
and wash the Weehawken off of me.
Don't you want to know
what was in the briefcase?
-No.
-I pooped in it. No rules in a blackout.
-And it felt good. Portergrave was right.
-When did you do that?
What? Do you want me to
take you through my process?
Just don't mess with Bitsy Brandenham.
Oh, no. What have I done?
Oh, thank goodness.
-Can we be done playing this?
-Definitely. We're never playing it again.
-But I wanna know who was the witch.
-I kinda wanna know too.
I want you all to know I was
telling the truth about this game,
and that you're all bad people
for not believing me.
Oh, no, no. I say shuffle your cards
back into the deck,
and then we'll never have to find out who
in our family is a filthy, filthy liar.
I know you're right, but I have to know.
Everyone, turn your Alignment cards
over on three.
-One, two, three.
-No, no, no! Fine.
Wait, so none of us was the witch?
I don't understand.
I don't either.
I understand.
The witch card.
It must have fallen out of the deck,
and we didn't see it 'cause it was dark.
-'Cause of the blackout.
-I told you it wasn't me.
-I told you it wasn't me.
-I told all of you witches it wasn't me.
I told you too. Though not as loudly
or aggressively as the rest of you.
Great. Well, fun family-bonding night.
Let's never do it again.
Molly, wait. I'm sorry I ratted you out.
It was just the heat of the moment.
I thought you were a witch.
I'm sorry too.
That you ratted on me. No, it's okay.
I should've told you guys
about the double date.
I just didn't wanna give you
a reason to say no.
She can go, right, Paige?
It's not like she's responsible
for those felons Clarissa and Ronnie.
But if they show up
with so much as an expired apple juice,
I will burn them at the stake.
Now a very special encore
presentation of Gina Tracker, FBI.
Gina Tracker, FBI!
Best family night ever.
I mean, it definitely wasn't.
Gina Tracker is gonna
make everything better.
-She always does.
-I hate her new haircut.
-Should we turn it off?
-No, it's fine. It'll grow out.
In the dark, nobody knows your name
In the dark, everything is fair game
In the dark, nobody knows your face
In the dark
You're in a state of grace
Can't tell if you're a lad or a lass
Ain't no working, middle or upper class
At last, pass gas with impunity
Grant that ass immunity
In the dark, nobody knows your name
'Cause in the dark
You're in a state of grace