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This programme contains some strong language and scenes of sexual violence

# Why must I be a teenager in love?

# Each time we have a quarrel

# It almost breaks my heart

# Cos I'm so afraid

# That we will have to part

# Each night I ask

# The stars up above

# Why must I be a teenager...

# ..In love?

# Each time we 'ave a quarrel

# It almost breaks my heart

# Cos I'm so afraid

# That we will 'ave to part... #

It must be yonks since he was a teenager - in or out of love!

Well, there you go.

If he carries on, he'll empty the place.

He can do what he likes, can't he? Oh? Can he?

He's only the bloody owner, ain't he?

I mean it's his place, darling.

# ..If you should say we're through

# Well, if you want to make me cry

# That won't be so 'ard to do

# If you should say goodbye

# I'll still go on lovin' you...

# Each night I ask the stars up above

HE MOUTHS # Why must I be a teenager in love?

# I cried a tear

# For nobody but you

# I'll be a lonely one If you should say we're through

# Well, if you want to make me cry...

# That won't be so 'ard to do

# If you should say goodbye

# I'll still go on... # Loving you.

On what?

Sorry?

Oh, nothing. I, er...

This is all, er...a bit undignified.

I think I was thinking about something else.

At least, I hope I was thinking about thinking about something else.

Well, Mr Feeld, I'm just going to insert a soft tube into your rectum.

I AM thinking about something else. Spare me the guided tour!

Oh, it's not that uncomfortable, but you will want to defecate.

I'd be extremely obliged if you don't. I've been well purged, anyhow.

HE BURPS

Sorry! That end's fine, but if you could resist the urge to, um...

OK?

Here goes!

Liquid barium's going in.

Comfortable?

All right?

You can see your intestine on that monitor above.

Not my sort of drama, Doctor.

And I didn't play with frogspawn when I was a kid, either.

And on to your tummy!

'He can do what he likes, can't he?'

Could you say that again, sir? >

Cla-rijj-is!

No, no! Address - here in the United Kingdom.

Home - here!

What?

In England!

Where does she live?

I said! I said! Cla-ri-jjis!

Cla Regis...

How do you...?

Oh! Claridges!

The hotel?!

I said! I said!

Cla-ri-jjis!

Sorry, sir. I'm sorry.

And if I could just have your mother's date of birth?

What?! What do you say?

Her age, sir. Please!

How old is she? When was she born?

HE SHOUTS IN ARABIC

< Sixty-one.

She sixty-one.

Sixty-one?!

Six one! Six one!

Sixty-bloody-one! A great year for St-Emilion, but drink it now!

Who in charge?

It wasn't that bad - my dignity is NOT to be found in my bum-hole.

Good! But now, Daniel, I'm going to be DATE for my LATE.

It was the second bit I didn't like very much.

The barium was fine...well, -ish.

Then they go and pump air up your arse! What do you mean "air"?

It's to extend the lower bowel or something.

I thought I was going to float off like a Zeppelin!

I wish you had been able to float, Daniel.

Why the heck don't you finally learn to drive? It'd make a SOT of LENSE!

Your spoonerisms are showing, Ben.

If I can't call on you, as my agent,

for the occasional, if demeaning, bit of comfort and chauffeuring,

then I'm damned sure there's a few other literary agents who'd oblige.

And without getting their words back to front!

Dan?

Are you all right?

How much did I earn last year, Ben?

What's all this?

You know I don't mind driving you somewhere,

but I MOO have a DEETING! How much last year?

£488,724 and 80p gross.

Jesus Christ on a bike!

You know it just like that! To the PEAREST NENNY!

..N-n-nearest penny.

I had no idea it would be as much...

When will they catch on,

those studios paying for drafts they never actually make?

So, let's see...

You yourself, Ben Baglin,

you make 48,000 - ...no...nearly 49,000 pounds -

in 12 months and you kick up a fuss... WOMAN: No, you look! >

It's not as though you haven't done it often enough before, is it?

I don't want to do it with him at all, thank you very much!

But...they're speaking my...

You don't have to keep on

doing it with him! >

I don't want to do it at all, thank you very much!

It's not as if you've never done it before!

What do you mean? Come on, Angel,

you've had more bonks with more blokes than I've had bleedin'...

BEN: What are you saying here?

You're joking! They were speaking my lines! No, no!

It's been happening all morning!

This man burbling on the radio when I woke up.

OK, it was a different context, yes,

but he says a sentence from my Karaoke script.

And then... That's pure coincidence!

..before I had the enema,

I distinctly heard the song that begins the story -

"Why must I be...?" What do you mean - "heard"?

Like Joan of Arc?

Afterwards, the nurse...she...

Well, I thought she...

Oh, what's the point?

All I know is...

All I know is something very strange is...

You've just been feeling low, Daniel.

That stomach-ache and...

Forgive me, I'll say it just once more, I promise -

don't you think you're drinking too much?

Drop me here! Stop!

Daniel, come on! No, I've decided not to go to the cutting room.

This bloody tummy-ache, it's...

No, if you put me down here,

I can beat that one-way system and cut through to my flat.

I need to lie down, or walk, or something!

Do you want me to call the cutting room or anybody?

I'm seeing that flap-flap Anna for dinner tonight, anyway!

Yuk! She'll humbugger on about drink, too!

Mmm!

And to as little effect, I promise you!

HE HUMS "Heigh-ho, Heigh-ho!"

# Your cheatin' heart

# Will make you weep

# You'll cry and cry

# And try to sleep

# But sleep won't come

# The whole night through

# Your cheatin' heart

# Will tell on you

# When tears come down

# Like fallin' rain

# You'll toss around

# And call my name

# You'll walk the floor

# The way I do

# Your cheatin' heart

PIPED MUSIC:

# Will tell on you... #

Oh, it's the fan!

Of course.

Sorry, Mr Morse?

What?

Sorry. I thought you spoke. I?

No, no, no. My mistake.

You think I talk to myself, do you?

No, Mr Morse, of course not.

Then why are you hovering?

I just thought you wanted something. Oh, but I do!

All old men want to call back yesterday.

But I don't imagine that this establishment can offer up...

Dear God!

Now, look, Sandra. No, you look!

You don't have to keep on doing it with him!

'I don't want to do it at all, thank you very much!

'It's not as if you've never done it before!

'What do you mean? Come on, Angel,

'you've had more bonks with more blokes than I've had Weetabix!

'I ain't hardly never done it...

TELEPHONE RINGS

'..for money.'

Hello.

'I'd want a thousand on the table before I'd even...

'You've got a cheek! You can sod off! Watch the lip!'

No, no! I know what you...

No, it's very clearly HER we want to see, Ian.

Is it?

I know it is.

Sure?

I know it is - full stop.

Fine - period.

I'm not saying I disagree, Nick, but Ian's got a point.

Who was that? Sorry? On the phone.

Ben Baglin - Back-to-front Ben. Daniel Feeld's agent.

Daniel Feeld! Words never back-to-front!

In his scripts, they're supposedly in a perfect sequence,

pre-ordained by Almighty God himself!

Daniel Feeld, precious bastard!

He can't come to the cutting room until tomorrow.

Thank God for that! Perhaps we can get on!

He will have his say, especially about the music!

And then his funny old agent

will tell you to go and take a JUNNING RUMP.

BIG BAND PLAYS EASY-LISTENING STYLE: "Smoke Gets In Your Eyes"

MUSIC CONTINUES

MUSIC OFF

EEC Directive...

..89/622...

You pig!

You indulgent pig!

LIKE A DALEK: Obey the EEC. Obey!

TELEPHONE RINGS

Aaah! The health police!

I confess! Daniel, good afternoon, Nigel here.

I've had your plates biked over.

I can tell you what's wrong. Join the queue - it's like Harrods' sale!

You are suffering, Daniel, from sigmoid spastic colon.

It's these spasms which are giving you the pain.

You can see it on the plates. Anyway, I've got your prescription ready.

Someone from Ben's office can file it and bring you the pills -

they're called Spasmonal.

They'll stop the spasms. OK?

Then let's see. Spastic colon... Is that what you're calling it?

It sounds sweet!

Or what is more popularly known as IBS - Irritated Bowel Syndrome.

Use whatever diagnosis impresses the most. Sorry it's not more dramatic.

I've known for a long time I've got an Irritated HEAD Syndrome,

but is that all it is? What causes it?

In a word - stress. Fucking nonsense!

Stress - me? I'm as gentle as the beat of an angel's wings!

"The words of the song come up

"on the lower half of the screen, in English,

"sandwiched by Japanese.

"At the same time, from the start,

"a male voice is singing badly, with an East End accent,

"the same words that march across the screen, darkening on cue..."

MUSIC BUILDS: "A Teenager In Love"

"Slow dissolve.

"Exterior West End street. Night.

"Rain falling,

"making light slither

"and passing traffic swish and slush.

"Vaguely melancholy."

# ..That won't be so hard to do

# If you should say goodbye

# I'll still go on loving you

# Each night I ask the stars up above

# Why must I be a teenager in love?

# I cry a tear

# For nobody but you... #

I'll be a lonely one if you should say...

What?

Oh, yes!

That song.

The song at the start of Karaoke.

The baptismal bounce!

Oh. Yeah.

What do you mean? Aren't you sure, Ms Producer? Sure?

AMERICAN ACCENT: Hey, babe! What's the steak made of? Asbestos? What?

Maybe. Or my brain.

Your what?

You live alone, don't you, Daniel?

No wife. No mistress.

The occasional sleazy and all-but commercial sneeze-like bonk,

preferably with someone with more to lose than I have. No commitments.

No cleaner!

And, please note, and...

a capacity for minding my own business!

Well, that's all very nice.

Except? You forget how to talk to people, how to treat your colleagues,

or how to be halfway polite!

But it's the crucial, comic opening song in my script, Anna.

When we first see that place, and Arthur Mailion bellowing -

Pig Mailion - the blackmailer, the real foul-mouthed heavy.

PIPED MUSIC: "Donna"

Why do they do that in restaurants? Muzak or whatever.

To fill the empty, divert the bored. Why else? Showbiz. Essence of.

I usually manage to shut it out.

If you let background music get to you, you'd never eat out at all.

They even do it in funeral parlours nowadays.

On The Sunny Side Of The Street or Life Is Just A Bowl Of Cherries?!

IN AN EAST END ACCENT: Each night I ask the stars above...

AS HIMSELF: Why must I be a teenager in love?

It's too on the nose.

That's the point - smack on the schnoz, my love.

To be really funny, or...

It just lies there, that song.

Nick is... You know what Nick's like.

He isn't happy with it.

Aah! Poor little t'ing! And he wants to change it. Well, he can't!

Anyway, he's already shot it.

It was on one of those cassettes. He shot another version.

HE CHOKES

It's not a bad choice. It's the same sort of...

He's used Your Cheating Heart, the Hank Williams...

Wait there!

Don't move!

And that is what he said! God, I was in stitches! Hurry up! "What...

"What," he said, "do you call a fish without an eye?" Will you be long?

God, Annie, wait for it!

I said... It's a FSH!

Get it? A fsh! No "I", see?

SHE LAUGHS

Shit!

MAN: Charming(!) Listen to her! >

TELEPHONE RINGS

CALL RINGS OUT

TELEPHONE KEEPS RINGING

It's Daniel! What are you doing, man? Doing?

Doing?! I'm up to my neck in... scripts as usual.

What do you think I'm DUCKING FOOING?

The point is this -

that snotty, chinless bastard Nick Balmer

has taken it into

his puffed-up apology for a head

to tamper with Karaoke.

I want you, straight away, Ben...

Is everything all right, madam?

Splendid, thank you.

Dinner with a lunatic - it's the Community Care Programme.

We'll soon have that sorted out I hope!

For Christ's sake! You haven't finished! Your glass is empty!

I AM sorry!

Er...!

Haven't you had enough already? I knew you'd say that.

I'm sorry, Anna.

Look, I'm not the sort of writer...

..that thinks his words on the page are holy written tablets of stone.

No?

Well, then, put down your chisel!

PIPED MUSIC: "A Teenager In Love"

HE HUMS ALONG

It IS weird, sort of creepy. How do you mean?

I was a bit unsettled eating here in the first place. It was YOUR choice.

I mean, here we are -

the place where you lot filmed on that Sunday months ago -

and here they are playing the first song in the script!

It will be, Anna!

It WILL be!

I don't like the song of course,

but the other one doesn't have the same resonance.

What's the matter?

Oh, God.

It's the fan! Daniel... ..reflected on the top.

For a moment there,

I thought I was getting a message from somewhere else or...

or the way...

it's on the surface...

Dan, why are you repeating your own lines?

Am I?

Oh, yeah.

Oh...this stomach!

God in heaven!

Speaking my own lines?

Isn't that the point? Isn't that what my script's about - Karaoke?

As a metaphor, I mean.

The music's written and performed by someone else

and there's this piddling space for you to sing, but to THEIR lyrics,

THEIR timing.

It's a feeling that...

Dan, are you all right?

The fee...

The feeling that...

what we hear, see, think,

what we feel is so-say out there in front of us.

The feeling that it's all, somehow or other,

been arranged in advance by... I don't know what to call it.

Paranoia?

I've always wanted to be an artsy-fartsy arse-hole,

which is why I want to work for the Arts Council.

Or that magazine - what's it? Sight And Sound!

I'd make a...

Up you! >

It's straight out of...

It's the second page of my...

What's happening here?!

Just...look, hang about a sec.

If you'll just hold your bleedin' horses a minute!

I don't think... "Just hold your bleedin' horses a minute!" What?

Look, is this some sort of set-up?

Are you lot trying out a joke on me or what? What are you on about?

They're speaking my lines!

Look, Sandra. No, you look! >

You don't have to keep on doing it with him!

I don't want to do it at all, thanks very much! Christ, I mean...

It's not as if you've never done it before! What do you mean?

What do I mean? Christ! Wake up!

You've had more bonks with more blokes than I've had...

Weetabix!

I've never EVER done it! Not for money!

What d'you think I am?! I'd want a thousand on the table before I'd...

You've got a bloody cheek, Peter!

Sod off! Hey! Hey!

Watch the lip!

I'm sorry, love.

I thought for a minute there...

Those two - over there, you see?

They're too far away, aren't they? Can you hear them?

Anna, can you?

Your speech is slurred. Can you hear what they're saying?

Of course I can't! Why would I want to, for heaven's sake?!

Oh, Daniel, please! Surely you've had enough!

It can't be doing your stomach much good.

Haven't the doctors told you that?

Look at me when I'm talking to you!

What's going on in that pretty head of yours?

That guy keeps staring at me!

What - him?

He's nothing.

You should be used to that by now! You're something, you are, Sandra!

Real special! No, all the time! His eyes are sticking out of his head!

As long as he's not from Customs and Excise.

No... No, he looks too intelligent.

Am I in a Top Shop window or something? I've had enough of this!

Hey! None of that!

Were you dragged up in a pigsty or what?

ANNA: I assume service is included.

Oh, but, but it's my invite!

You're not here, Daniel. You're on some other planet -

one found at the bottom of a bottle.

Sleep it off so you'll have a clear head for the cutting room tomorrow.

To assess the mess? What mess? Hah!

What mess? Thank you. I hope you enjoy. Come again.

We all know what Nick's like, but he's done a good job on your script.

He's arrogant! That twit-twit bray!

That upper, upper-class thing.

That cousin-of-the-Queen thing. A trench full of blue shite!

Let's go, Daniel. It's my work, my sweat he's fucking up.

I won't be knocked down by his bloody Rolls-Royce.

A lot of things happen in the cutting room.

You never came on location once

and you've only seen a few rushes, so why don't you just wait and...

Anyway, you don't mean half of this. You're drunk, Dan. It's gibberish.

It's more tiredness than...

And deep disappointment, I regret to say.

Deep, deep...

Hey! Hang on!

Anna!

Anna!

Anna!

That girl in my Karaoke has such a horrible death, doesn't she?

Will we see any of that tomorrow -

the killing?

We're on the first reel - of course not! It was such a horrible death!

Why can you never get a taxi when it's raining?

You can if you've got an umbrella.

"RUCKING FAIN," as Ben would say!

Didn't I have an umbrella when "Why Must I Be A Teen...?"

No, that was... the old man in my...in my...

Here's one! Do you want a lift?

Daniel!

CAR DOOR SLAMS

No, don't go!

Anna, wait!

Wait!

Anna!

Shall I stop?

Not on your bloody life!

And there's this guy.

"Listen," he says.

"He's got a serious condition. Fatal."

And I'm thinking to myself, "Do you mean AIDS or the big C?"

"Worse," he says,

"he's under-capitalised!"

THEY LAUGH

HE BLOWS A RASPBERRY

He should press his conk up against a drug store window!

PASSIONATE PANTING

"And then the grotesquely patterned tie comes over her head

"and around her throat.

"She thinks it's some game in the manner she'd come to expect of him.

"But then the choking begins."

SHE GASPS

SHE SCREAMS

CAR HORN SOUNDS

< There's some lunatics about,

Mr Balmer!

You're right for once.

Sorry? Well, it so happens that that lunatic is my writer.

I'd have given you a bonus if you'd flattened the cocky little bugger.

I'd have doubled your bonus if you'd reversed back over him.

Squishy guts - great sound!

Sounds good! Will I get another go, sir? I'll make sure you do, Tom.

Come on!

Come on!

It's only a story!

A story.

I know this is the second time I've changed my mind.

It don't matter.

I'll only be 15 minutes.

No problem.

And then on to Muswell Hill.

That's my neck of the woods. Then I'm done!

Great!

DOORBELL RINGS

# When tears, dum-dee

# Like RALLING FAIN

# You'll...dum-dee-dum

# And NALL my CAME... #

KNOCK AT DOOR

No!

He'll be very, very cross with me, my dear.

I should be made to go to bed early.

But I'm sure that...

Mother!

What have I said? How could you?

Ben...

Anna!

I'm sorry! She's a nice girl, Ben!

BO to GED! I'm going! I'm going!

She's a nice girl, Ben. Nice, nice...

Nice...

That's what you should be thinking of, Ben.

Ben...

Oh, dear... I...I...

This is my leisure hour.

My private time.

I'm sorry to barge in on you, but I've just been with Daniel Feeld,

and I don't... Oh!

My, er... My nephew.

My youngest sister's youngest boy. She won't let him, so I...

During the day, you know.

I'm out, so I...

But it's wonderful!

Is it?

The boy must be a genius! It's...

Really, Ben, this is something I'm glad to have seen.

I thought these sorts of things had gone with the wind!

Well, I know what you...

I must admit I'm sometimes tempted to HEND a LAND on it myself.

Pardon?

Lend a hand.

Lend a hand. I have this PRITTLE NOBLEM now and then.

Usually when agitated.

I...

Yes, Ben.

And everyone finds it endearing if you'll forgive me for saying so.

I am truly, truly sorry

if I've caused you agitation by barging in like this.

She's been fine up until about 18 months ago. My dear old Ma!

87 years old. She's been all around the world in all sorts of conditions.

Never once been in hospital! My father was a colonel. Army!

Oh! Fit as a fiddle, old Ma!

Didn't even go into hospital when I came along.

I was born on the LACK of a BORRY!

But nowadays, I'm afraid, the old head has sort of packed in a bit.

There you are. There you are.

Why did you want to see me, Anna?

KUCKING FARAOKE, I suppose!

CAR HORN SOUNDS

It was only drizzling when we came in, now look at it - pissing down!

That's nice(!) Up you!

I mean, a bloke could take you anywhere(!) Me hair'll get soaked!

You've only got to walk a few yards!

YOU'VE got nothing on top - outside or in! Hey!

It's right!

Have my bloody coat, will you? Put it over your head and shut up!

Ta!

And I was just so worried. He's not very well!

There'll be such a blow-up at the cutting room. I dread it.

I think it's going to threaten the show.

Nick Balmer is NOT my client, thank God!

But I have had previous dealings, my girl,

and he can be a very, VERY PIFFICULT DERSON!

Dear old Dan, whom I dearly love, in case you doubt it,

he's only half your problem - if that!

You'll have to be the boxing referee

who gets a right-hook from one and an upper-cut from t'other. Be strong!

Wear metal underwear, eh?

The trouble is, I'm not in a very strong position on this project.

Yes, I know that, my dear. It's very awkward for you.

It's not easy to step up from being a line producer.

Nick's invested nearly £750,000 of his own loot in the film.

He owns the script.

With contractual provisos!

I'm saying...

What you're saying is that Nick Balmer appointed you

and will make damn sure that you do what he wants!

"He who FAYS the PIDDLER!"

Oh!

Yes.

You're dead right, of course.

I may well have to resign,

throw it all up and walk off into what won't be a sunset.

No! Hang on in there!

Do what you can, come on.

You know this business as well as me. It's tightly packed as a BOLF GALL!

Idiots, charlatans, strutting egotists, FLUNDERING BOOLS!

So? So? So you'll meet him - yeah?

At least meet him, won't you?

ECHOING: It's a real nice hotel love.

ECHOING: Sandra! What?

ECHOING:

You're a bitch, a real bitch!

ECHOING: What do I get out of it?

It's what you DON'T get!

What do you mean? You don't get that clip round the ear'ole, for a start!

ECHOING: And you won't be needing no plastic surgeon, will you?

Got to save her! Got to!

Rewrite!

Or...or...new lines!

You can have it hard, or you can have it easy.

Now, I don't recommend hard!

Yeah?

This is just so you can get your claws into him, innit?

So you've got something on him!

Piss off! You're mad! I've got to go - I'm late.

Do you enjoy flaunting yourself? I work here for a special reason.

What is it, then? Never you mind!

I know what goes on in there.

You know damn well it's just a posh sort of knocking shop!

You've got no bloody idea at all!

Bastard! You...little shit!

GENTLE APPLAUSE

MUZAK-STYLE INTRO PLAYS

THEY SING IN JAPANESE: "How Much Is That Doggy In The Window?"

Happy ending!

Happy ending!

Must - write - a happy ending!

Got to help her!

Got to save her!

Hi!

Ooh, still raining, then!

How's about a nice dry champagne?

Er...OK.

Would you like it in one of the alcoves?

It's comfy and one of the young ladies... No. No?

I'll just stand here, thanks. I won't stay very long.

I presume I'm allowed to do that. And I'm very fond of dogs!

Do what you like! That's the whole point, darlin'!

Just relax! OK? Thanks.

I'll crack my knuckles in rhythm now and then!

SINGING IN JAPANESE CONTINUES

They all sort of look the bloody same, don't they?

Yeah! Scumbags!

It's wet. We might not get many in, that's the trouble.

And he looks too pissed to even try a poke.

OVER MIKE: Didn't they do well?!

Hi! My name's Angie.

I was looking at you!

No.

OVER MIKE: 'Just pick a song!' Hi!

I'm Angie. I was lookin' at you when you come in and I fought... Who?

Sorry?

Who did you fight?

What you laughing at?

I've used that line before! Pardon?

But so have you. Look... Go away.

What?

No, please... I know you're only trying to do...

I've got this...

I don't know if my head's in my belly or my belly in my head.

They're both a fucking mess! Christ.

So...

if you'll...leave me be.

All right, then. Cheers.

OVER MIKE: 'As you're all shy, here's some inspiration!'

Perhaps you'd like a chat with one of the others? No!

'Spencer Davis from 1965.' I only came in...

MUSIC PLAYS: "Keep On Running"

Lovely, isn't she? Yes.

Yes, very lovely.

Even in that garb!

# ..I want to make you understand

# Oh, yeah I'm gonna be your man... #

And with a face like a fucking bent fiddle!

Sorry, Mr Mailion. I had a row with me boyfriend, as was.

I don't give a pint of horse piss for your private life, my girl.

This is where you get paid,

this is where you should bring your pretty little arse on time!

And this is where

you should crack your fucking phizog

in a fucking smile! Right?

Right.

Excuse me, Mr Mailion. A gentleman down the end of the bar

would like to have a drink with Sandra.

Fine.

Dom fucking Perignon, right?

A horrible way to...

Hi! I was lookin' at you when you come in and I fought...

You FOUGHT.

Beg pardon? These lines keep cropping up - the same lines!

I mean, er... You'd like a drink? Please.

Thanks very much. Why don't we have a bottle? Certainly!

Dom Perignon. Absolutely! The best for the best!

You were staring at me

in that cafe place. Oh, yeah. Yeah.

You followed me in here, didn't ya?

Yes, I did. What are you playing at?

What's your name? Sandra.

What's the matter?

The man you were with - he was called Peter, wasn't he?

Yeah. What's it got to do with you?

You know him, or what?

I'm a writer.

I put words into other people's mouths, and at the moment...

BREATHLESSLY: At the moment...

My stomach!

..it's coming true in front of me.

Listen, I said I put words in other people's mouths,

Are you getting this? Do you understand at all?

Steady on, Romeo!

It's not just marks on a page, it's not just words.

I make them do things!

I even let them screw each other!

Or lie to each other! Or...or...!

Or kill each other! Yes, kill!

Kill! Hey, somebody! Quick!

It's you, Sandra!

They're going to kill you!

Somebody!

Is he drunk or is it a fit? Help. somebody!

Get an ambulance! 'Ere!

You can't do that in my place!

THEY SING IN JAPANESE: "Teenager In Love"