Fragment of John’s memory begins to return in flashes. Eddie is struggling to find Cain and manages to find him occasionally which always ends with bullets flying. With the whole operation hanging by a thread, Cain remains suspicious and continues trying to find a way out of the hospital while battling Eddie’s cronies who roam the hospital floors trying to kill him. The car accident was an event no one predicted and hence, it made them move faster. He has been undercover, working with Eddie to get access to that suitcase. When he gets wounded again, his blonde wife tries to nurse the wound after Cain has made a quick call to McCoy who reveals to him he is an undercover DEA Agent for the past five years. ![]() He sniffs around the room noticing a fake wall. The hospital he is in is not unknown to him. McCoy tries to have the call traced but Cain knows better than to trust anyone at this moment, so he keeps the call short. He contacts them from a number stored safely in his wallet. The DEA are fervently seeking John Cain and the suitcase and luck favour them when Cain finds a satellite phone. They share a brotherly bond but John’s antenna is overacting and tries to catch Eddie’s lies. A Mexican man walks into the room and tells him he is John’s brother named Eddie. A blonde woman sits by John’s side and tells him she is his wife. While Cain absconds with the suitcase and his house burnt down, McCoy is panicking. Ethan McCoy, a DEA agent, visits a burnt house supposedly belonging to John Cain, an undercover Agent for the past five years. With this suitcase deciding his fate for the next few hours, his instincts take over his system and act accordingly, rapidly adapting. Unknown to the possessor, Cain is still to gauge the precarious circumstances of remaining alive. Bunny keeps you guessing.With time running out, the cartel is close at Cain’s heel because sensitive information is in the wind. The thrill of the song is wrapped up in how it skirts any pressure to lay out its intentions, how it moves at its own whims. She may be channeling the want to be immaterial, the ability to evaporate like a wisp of smoke, but when she sings “I’m so nonphysical,” it comes with embodied longing, as if she’s aching for touch. She enters a new dimension in the chorus, switching from narrator to first-person, trading a Drake-like rhythmic delivery for her usual lithe, crystalline singing. Meanwhile, as if recreating the slipperiness of Bunny, Polachek darts through various images (blazing fireworks, a wet palette, a cut check), never resting long enough for you to grasp what’s next. It’s a characteristic display of PC Music alum Harle’s impulse to simultaneously send-up and pay homage to popular forms, with results too deliciously crisp to read as a joke. ![]() –Puja PatelĬasting off the gossamer avant-pop of 2019’s Pang, Polachek and producer Danny L Harle opt for a sound that is both commercial and weird: a deep, juicy bassline befitting of the Top 40, a “ yoo hoo” whistle, a sample taken from Harle’s giggling baby, even marimba plinks that conjure an island vacation with Kygo. ![]() It’s a one-act play of existential malaise and a sardonic anthem for those who can't help but seek out the spotlight. There’s some humor to it all forlorn, she recognizes that the world never stops turning, and that it’s fine to lie to ourselves if it helps pass the time. The song unfolds as a balancing act of vulnerability and expectation, of altruistic self-expression and the vanity of wanting to be seen, or even adored. “Working for the Knife" is her brooding, melancholic first major single back from this respite, and acts as an incisive warning about how much of our identity we give to our life’s greatest undertakings, and who we’re giving it up for. After a long and grueling world tour supporting her breakthrough album Be the Cowboy, the singer took time off in 2019, saying she needed a break from the “constant churn” of performance. Mitski would like to have a word on that. The saying goes that if you do what you love, you’ll never have to work a day in your life.
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