(The music is dark. A slow, creeping walking bassline begins, accompanied by rhythmic finger snaps.) [Verse 1] (A muted trumpet or smoky saxophone joins the bass) [Male voice] I looked into your pretty little neighbor. Filthy rich and squeaky clean, doing everyone a favor. Her daddy was a wealthy expat, left her plenty to play, Bouncing 'round the globe, collecting degrees along the way. Doing good deeds, no scandals to find, No messy divorces she left behind. A few stones left unturned, I don’t expect much, She's just a golden girl with a delicate touch. [Pre-Chorus] (The piano chords become sharp and dissonant) [Female voice] You promise me she's not another mistake? [Male voice] I promise you, she's no cocktail waitress on the make. [Chorus] (The rhythm section picks up, driving the tension) [Female voice] I’m not interested in what she’s not! Beneath the polite little smile, there's a dangerous plot. I want to know who she is. A flawless face, a perfect life... there's something amiss. Trust is the one luxury I cannot afford, She’s playing a game, and her Secrets have to be explored. [Verse 2] [Male voice] There is a strange thing I thought you might like to know. [Female voice] Well? What is this? The big "I told you so"? [Male voice] Just a preservation society roster, a place she used to go. Look at the February meeting... Emily and Michael Davis are on the list. March meeting... both are mysteriously missed. You remember the rumor about his spring affair? [Female voice] Coincidence... or a secret in the air. What is this girl up to? What is her Agenda? We had enough pretender, this Girl is Nothing but fake Someone has to step in, before my son makes another mistake. [Bridge] (he music drops to a tense, pulsing heartbeat Rhythm) [Male voice] From ages sixteen to eighteen, she’s a ghost in the registry. Every piece of information, every single report... It’s all been sealed tight by the juvenile court. [Outro] (The Noir Jazz theme swells with dark, cinematic orchestral strings. The music becomes urgent and driving) [Female Voice] (Sung powerfully) I want to know everywhere she goes! I want to know everyone she sees! Tear down the curtain, bring her to her knees! Something's not right here, I can feel it in my bones. Follow the shadows, uncover the unknowns! [Ending] (A single, sharp piano strike and the hiss of a cymbal fade into absolute silence)
