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(eerie music and sound effects)

PODCAST HOST: Welcome back to Coda‐cast,

the weekly podcast for the recovering co‐dependent.

Let's dive right back in.

We all know that boundaries are crucial

to successful romantic relationships,

but if you've been living in a state

where boundaries and healthy personal limits

simply do not exist,

you could be experiencing what's called enmeshment.

Where you're defined more by the feelings

of your partner than your own.

The emotional needs of the other person dwarf yours,

you feel their feelings,

your true identity is lost or blended into theirs.

You feel responsible for the emotional state of your partner

often desiring to fix or to save them.

And the bad news, unfortunately,

doesn't stop there.

Those that successfully break free

of the prison of enmeshment

could find that this throws their entire being into crisis.

A lack of authentic self‐development

makes this freedom feel like annihilation,

and with any immense relational change

even a necessary one, comes chaos.

(glass shatters)

PODCAST HOST: The attached... VALENTINE: God!

PODCAST HOST: ...system in distress cries out wondering,

who am I without my partner?

This person who was my world.

What are my own feelings untethered from this person?

How will I survive?

How can I ever feel safe again?

If this is you...

If this is you, take comfort;

know that you have the right to love yourself first.

You should be your own first priority.

You are worthy of your own love.

(mellow music)

VALENTINE: Sirens call

I saw the match in your hand

Poison swallow

They don't want me to mend

(vocalizing)

I fall

Every time

Storm is coming

Take back a life from their hand

(vocalizing)

Callin' my bluff, (unintelligible)

I never needed no one

Turn these scars back to heart

I never needed no one

I fell through

All of the lies you tried to hide in my mind

Now I love the parts of me that aren't you

I'm not who I was before

Anymore

Anymore

In my head

We play the sound of regret

Wider fall

Thought I would drown in your bed

Do I know

You're gonna crack from inside

It's just that I

won't be the girl terrified

(vocalizing)

Callin' my bluff, (unintelligible)

I never needed no one

Turn these scars back to heart

I never needed no one

I fell through

All of the lies you tried to hide in my mind

Now I love the parts of me that aren't you

I'm not who I was before

Anymore

Anymore

Thank you.

(cheering)

JULIE: Dude, straight slayin'.

‐ If you told me six months ago...

JULIE: Hey, teamwork, dreamwork, motherfucker.

VALENTINE: It's all you, dude. JULIE: Hey.

‐ Once again, I am Valentine Fawkes.

(cheering, booing)

My best friend, the unstoppable Julie Voccola on guitar.

‐ Fuck you, too, Julie. JULIE: Hey, fuck you back, bud.

‐ It's not worth it. JULIE: I'm not gonna let 'em

harass you.

‐ I want to thank you all for coming out here tonight.

As some of you may know,

this is my first show in a few years,

and I am just blown away that you're all here.

Uh, okay, we've got one more for ya.

I wrote it almost five years ago.

And for the record, yes, this song is mine.

It's called The Knife.

(cheering, booing)

ALLISON: You suck! TREVOR: Get off the stage!

‐ In the dark I feel you

One more breath, everything could change

[shouting] TREVOR: Get off the stage!

‐ Hey, this isn't a comedy show, dude.

‐ Could have fooled me. ROSA: All things being equal,

you didn't heckle during our set,

so we can't let you heckle during hers.

‐ Are you feeling left out?

I liked your set, at least I thought I did.

‐ Do you know her? ‐ Not personally.

‐ I try not to befriend psycho bitches.

(Rosa laughs)

‐ So you guys are just creepy misogynist types, is that it?

ALLISON: Do I look like a misogynist?

‐ Shit is societal.

Women can be just as sexist‐‐

TREVOR: Okay, lady. ‐ The name is Rosa.

‐ And this is Nick. ‐ They know that,

they watched our set. Can we please go now?

‐ Rosa, take a gander at the girl on stage.

Does she look like someone you might have seen someplace?

VALENTINE: Edge of the knife

We're dancing with danger

I feel our blood collide

Electrified

My soul is rearranging

Cross my heart, hope to die

Dance with you on the knife

‐ Trezzure. ‐ The Trezzure?

‐ No, that girl‐‐ ‐ Is not her.

‐ She is the spitting image. ALLISON: Yep.

Same hair, same voice.

‐ Same songs. ‐ VALENTINE: Lookin' messy

You feel the earth shaking me

And now we're running full speed

Full speed

‐ This bargain bin Betty bites an artist's look,

bites an artist's style, and just fuckin' bites.

It's sick, it makes me sick, you make me sick!

VALENTINE: Edge of the knife

‐ Some people are deranged.

ROSA: And you guys are here because?

‐ We're Trezzure's representatives.

‐ Oh, sick.

I mean, me and Nick are looking for new management.

‐ We moderate The Trezzury.

‐ The Trezzury,

the biggest Trezzure fan board in the entire world.

Original superfans only.

‐ Look, can we go now?

Stuff's just sittin' out back.

We're basically begging to get robbed.

‐ Are you gonna talk during her entire set too?

I mean, you are just as bad as these guys.

‐ You were talking.

I'm being as bad as precisely you.

Well, not precisely precisely,

because you were gonna drop to your knees

if they were industry.

Industry doesn't heckle, so that was a clue.

‐ Okay, I cannot believe the way

that you speak to me, Nick.

On Valentine's Day?

NICK: Since when do we believe in greeting card holidays?

‐ Since always.

Or did you think I was being ironic

when I got you a card and chocolate and flowers?

You know what? Forget about it.

I'll go load up so we don't get robbed.

‐ Drama.

‐ I seriously thought she was being ironic.

VALENTINE: Electrified

My soul is rearranging

Cross my heart, hope to die

I'll dance with you on the knife

(eerie music)

(cash register ding)

‐ What'll it be?

‐ Vodka rocks, please and thank you.

‐ Oh, it's $10, even.

‐ Where did you get that done?

‐ Um, Body Electric on Melrose.

‐ Oh. ‐ My guy's name is Samir.

‐ He does good work.

Looks amazing.

‐ Thanks.

‐ I'm Royal, by the way.

‐ Eddie. ‐ Great name.

Classic.

She almost done?

EDDIE: Set's over in five.

‐ Well, then this is for you.

As soon as the crowd clears,

I would really love it if you and the other staff

could take the rest of the night off.

(Eddie laughs)

‐ What? ‐ You heard me.

‐ Yeah, that's not gonna happen.

‐ Look, I just need a little privacy

with my old friend up there.

See, I'm here to surprise her,

I'd kind of like to keep that surprise discreet.

‐ Discreet.

(Royal sighs)

‐ Not to be that guy, but...

I'm kind of a public figure.

Here, you can look me up.

EDDIE: Damn, really.

‐ I'm gonna go powder my nose

and let you think about that.

‐ Edge of the knife

We're dancing with danger

I feel our love collide

(audio distorts)

Cross my heart, hope to die

I'll dance with you on the knife

(cheering)

Thank you!

Uh, thank you to the 3 of Hearts Club

for having us and for all of you guys

for coming out tonight.

NICK: Seriously, thank you.

Carrying all of that gear would have taken

another 20 minutes if you hadn't come through.

ROYAL: Always happy to help.

I think your lady might need you.

NICK: Yeah.

All you had to do was say, "Hey, Nick, need a hand."

ROSA: Or you could see that I need a hand

with your eyes.

We could actually be in sync for once.

NICK: Oh, you want a psychic.

I see, what is that, your love language?

‐ I got you that book to help you out,

hoping you might catch half a clue

on how to more effectively communicate with me.

‐ Well, I'm sorry my love language is English.

‐ It's also your being‐a‐dick language.

VALENTINE: What the fuck though?

How many people have his exact hair?

JULIE: Are we talking in Silverlake

or the greater Los Angeles area?

‐ I swear it was him.

He's here...somewhere.

‐ Have you seen my phone?

VALENTINE: I saw it on the couch before.

‐ Yeah.

VALENTINE: You want me to call it?

EDDIE: Welcome back.

I really can't take that.

ROYAL: Think about how hard you work all the time.

You deserve it.

And you can get it just for relaxing.

Relax, on me.

‐ I'm sorry, but I can't take it.

ROYAL: Oh, come on, Eddie.

Easiest thousand bucks you'll make ever.

Thank you, thank you very much.

‐ 45 minutes, okay?

‐ Nope.

An hour.

‐ Fine.

All right, I need everyone to clear out.

We're closing early for a private event.

‐ You are an angel.

(eerie music)

‐ Did we leave 'em on stage?

(Royal laughing)

‐ Dude, I told you.

‐ Okay, just wait here, I'll go check it out.

VALENTINE: Jules, that was him.

It's him.

(Royal laughing)

Oh, there she is.

Valentine Fawkes, the myth, the legend.

God, you look...

You look great, Val, really great.

Good to see you.

It's been way too long.

‐ What are you doing here, Royal?

ROYAL: I'm here to congratulate you.

I see Julie's still hanging out.

‐ Hi, Julie. ‐ Hi fuckwad.

ROYAL: Hey, I really liked you playing that axe up there.

It was nice.

The sound was tasty too.

You know, you're actually getting a lot better.

‐ Oh, cool, get fucked, dude.

‐ Please give me back my phone.

ROYAL: Wow. VALENTINE: Julie's too.

ROYAL: She thinks I...

She thinks I took her phone.

Wow, just wow.

‐ You're delusional, chica.

Yeah, I read on the forum

that she tried to break into your house.

(Royal ponders)

‐ Val's an emotional woman.

I don't want to be too clinical

and say she had a mental break.

‐ No, that's‐‐that's not what happened.

ALLISON: Then what did happen?

VALENTINE: We should get out of here now.

ROYAL: I could tell the whole story if you wanted.

Maybe that'd clear things up.

I hear the chat on the forums.

Maybe this is a good time to set the record straight.

What do you say, Val?

‐ Fucking absolutely. ‐ Hell yeah.

‐ Hey? We could do it together.

JULIE: Hard pass.

‐ I was speaking to Val.

Val?

Val...

Well, I guess this one's on me then.

Oh, come on.

Are you scared of me?

‐ Where is my god damn phone, Royal?

(mic squeaks)

‐ How 'bout this?

I just want to share with my friends

a little story time.

We'll all help you find your phone afterwards.

JULIE: He's a windbag, always has been.

Just let him wear himself out.

ROYAL: So, um, five years back,

Val and I meet at this crazy party,

and the attraction is there from the get‐go.

The sexual chemistry is there from the jump.

It's dominant.

Sorry, I'm just speaking my truth.

TREVOR: Speak it, Daddy Royal.

ROYAL: So, uh, things get physical,

and if I'm speaking plainly,

the sex is unfuckingbelievable.

But around this time, I'm looking for a female voice,

you know, to work on some demos

that I'm pitching to name type artists.

And so I invite her over to my brand new studio.

She tells me from the get‐go

that she has performance ambitions.

I'm getting into artist development, you know,

I'll indulge her, I'll see where it goes.

I help her figure out how to dress,

how to present herself like a star instead of a slob.

But, ultimately, things didn't work out between us.

Once the choice was made, we moved on.

VALENTINE: It's over. ROYAL: No, it's not!

[shouting] It's not over until I say it's over!

It's not over!

‐ That's...not what happened.

‐ We were a team. ‐ I thought I was

telling a story.

Anyway, years passed, we lose touch like you do.

‐ Ha. ROYAL: By this time,

Trezzure and I are on the come‐up.

Val sees the success I built,

and the deep, perfect love that Trezzure and I share.

She has this snap in her brain

where she jumps online,

starts screaming about our history,

claiming that Trezzure and I jacked her songs,

jacked her look, slandering us like it's her job.

TREVOR: That is not your job.

ROYAL: Which brings us to tonight.

Val booked this gig to play songs

that belong to me and to Trezzure,

because Valentine Fawkes is a god damn thief.

JULIE: You skipped the part about how

you're currently violating a restraining order.

ROYAL: That's BS, Julie, damn BS.

JULIE: Whatever, dude, bye.

(loud bang)

Holy shit.

(pop music)

‐ Is there a handsome, shaggy‐haired man in here?

That you do

TREVOR: Oh my God!

TREZZURE: Baby

If you treasure me, I'll treasure you

I'll be the centerpiece inside your room

We'll decorate the world in baby blue

Blue, blue

Baby

If you treasure me, I'll treasure you

We'll sail the seven seas and trenches too

You know my body's calling out for you

You, you

(eerie music)

JULIE: Let's go, let's leave.

(The Trezzury board clamoring)

ALLISON: I love you so much, Trezzure.

We love you so, so much.

TREZZURE: Aww, I love you too, friends.

‐ What's your name? ‐ Allison!

TREZZURE: Allison, yay!

(The Trezzury board clamoring)

Thanks so much for being a fan.

ROYAL: I told her to wait in the car.

I didn't want this to become a big thing.

VALENTINE: I don't wanna‐‐ ROYAL: Just give me 30 seconds.

Hear me out.

Come on, Val.

You disappeared from my life overnight.

Give me 30 seconds.

(Julie grunts)

‐ Hello?

Is anybody there?

Hello?

‐ Don't you feel, I don't know,

a little bit trapped?

(soft rock music)

‐ No, do you?

‐ No.

‐ You wanna break up?

Fine.

‐ Let's break up. ‐ Look, I don't wanna‐‐

Wait, as a band or as a couple?

‐ As a couple.

We're always gonna be a band.

‐ Good.

Great, good, perfect.

ROYAL: You made your little comeback or whatever,

you made your point.

‐ My point?

ROYAL: The fact is, you're right.

I need you, Val.

For the second album.

‐ Her second album? ROYAL: Yeah.

‐ You want me to work on her second album?

‐ Don't be mean, I just think we could help each other here.

NICK: Oh, it feels easier to breathe.

Do you feel that?

‐ Sure.

So, is that it then?

I can just go to the food truck

and get a grilled cheese instead of a post‐show bang?

Or...do you still want a post‐show bang?

‐ Can we still post‐show bang if we're not a couple?

‐ It's our band.

We can make whatever band rules we want.

JULIE: Back door's a no‐go.

What did he say to you?

TREZZURE: Thanks to friends like you...

(gasp)

...and the love of my life right here,

I feel very safe and protected.

ROYAL: Hello, sweetness.

I thought we said we were gonna wait in the car.

‐ I got bored. ROYAL: Did you now?

(eerie music)

DAVE: So, uh, what are you guys gonna do about her?

‐ He's just here to have a compassionate conversation

with her.

Aren't you, babe?

ALLISON: Trezzure, we all love your message so, so hard,

but, like, we also can't negotiate with terrorists,

‐ right? TREZZURE: Oh.

I believe that every problem can be solved

with kindness and understanding.

‐ Sweetness. ‐ Hm?

‐ There's water behind that bar.

If you're not resting, you should at least be hydrating.

‐ But I, um, had some‐‐ ‐ Glastonbury, sweetness.

Glastonbury.

TREZZURE: Excuse me, friends.

(The Trezzury board clamoring)

ROYAL: Hey, hey.

I really, really appreciate you guys coming here tonight.

TREVOR: Oh my God, it's our pleasure.

We're so honored you reached out to the board.

‐ Do you mind guarding the door from the outside,

making sure there's no ins and outs?

I don't want any crazy fan interactions.

(The Trezzury board clamors)

JULIE: We'll find a way out of here.

Come on, come on.

‐ Not that way, she'll stop us.

JULIE: Who, that? She's fucking bite sized.

‐ She's wearing my sunglasses.

JULIE: So?

VALENTINE: No, there has to be another way.

‐ Look, that chick is an abused Polly Pocket,

not a ninja.

Besides, she's not the enemy, he is.

‐ No, there has to be‐‐

Fuck.

ROYAL: Finally, a bit of privacy.

And you're right, I did take these.

Wahhh, good catch.

(phones crunching)

Just in case.

VALENTINE: Oh no, I must have left it in the bathroom.

It's the only place I didn't look.

‐ Look, this is why you shouldn't drink, sweetness.

‐ It makes you so sloppy. ‐ I made that stupid case

specifically so this wouldn't happen.

ROYAL: Hey, hey, hey.

I love you, I love you.

It's fine, stop wigging.

It's fine, just chill.

VALENTINE: I cannot afford a new phone right now, okay?

‐ We are dirt broke. ROYAL: Hey, hey, look at me.

Hey.

Money's gonna come.

Hey.

We are too good to not blow up, right?

You are too good.

All right?

Kiss me.

Kisses.

‐ Fine.

ROYAL: I got you a present.

‐ Are you kidding me?

‐ No.

(Valentine scoffs)

‐ That was really fucked up, Royal.

‐ You weren't paying any attention to me all night!

VALENTINE: You are an infant. ROYAL: Well, you're an addict.

VALENTINE: What? ROYAL: Yep, your phone,

your friends, your drinking.

Just addictive distractions.

‐ You're my girlfriend. VALENTINE: Baby, come on.

‐ You're supposed to pay attention to me.

‐ I‐‐I was thanking people for coming to our gig.

‐ What people, huh?

The dudes that you invite to our shows

in the hope that they'll fuck you?

‐ What? ROYAL: They won't fuck you.

Who else would besides me?

You're too weird looking.

Fuck your fucking phone.

I'm right here.

I'm your boyfriend.

You want me to dump you?

Is that what you want?

Send you back to fucking hotel cafe open mics

for the rest of your sad‐ass life?

Say the word, it is done.

‐ Royal, please. ‐ No, you need to remember

that I can upgrade any time.

I've just spent so many hours

making you halfway marketable,

I'd like to maybe see a return on my investment.

‐ Please stop.

(Valentine coughing)

‐ I'm sorry.

(Valentine panting)

I'm sorry, I didn't‐‐ I don't know why I say‐‐

I'm sorry.

Forgive me?

That was not okay.

It won't happen again, I promise, I...

I'll‐‐I'll call my therapist first thing tomorrow.

‐ Royal. ‐ Please.

I really, really love you.

I don't know why I say those type of things.

Please, please say you forgive me.

Please say you forgive me.

Please forgive me.

Please.

(Valentine panting)

‐ Of course I forgive you.

We'll work on this together.

ROYAL: I'm sorry.

‐ It's okay, it's okay. ROYAL: I'm sorry.

(eerie music)

No one will ever love you like I love you.

No one has a heart as big as mine

that's just for you.

JULIE: Oh, thank God, thank God.

You passed out.

Come on, we gotta get out of here.

ROYAL: Welcome back. JULIE: Get the fuck out

JULIE: of the way, Royal! ROYAL: Nope!

I was trying to have a private conversation with Val,

but since we're all here,

we're gonna have ourselves a big group conversation,

like a bunch of civilized adults.

JULIE: Oh, you're an adult?

Hilarious. Move.

‐ You never understood our connection, Julie.

I'm pretty sure you poisoned her against me.

‐ Oh, I'm the poison? ROYAL: Val,

I think this chick's in love with you.

‐ Always has been. ‐ Fuck off, wannabe Eurotrash.

‐ Oh, then why else would she try and convince you

that my romantic gestures were bad?

‐ You're not a romantic, dude.

You're a true crime series waiting to happen.

You tattooed her face on your head.

TREZZURE: Wait, what? JULIE: You melted

her record collection.

You hid out in the back of her car

and jumped her.

‐ Is that true? ‐ Of course not.

‐ And this was all after she dumped your ass.

Don't think I've forgotten about all that Looney Tunes shit

you said while you guys were together.

"Someday, sweetness, I'm gonna buy us a mansion

that we won't even live in.

We'll just go there to take turns

ass‐fucking each other with our Grammy awards‐‐"

ROYAL: Fuck this.

And forget what I said.

‐ I don't want your help. TREZZURE: Help?

ROYAL: Here's what's gonna happen.

You're gonna take down every post about me and Trez,

you're gonna stop this pathetic attempt at a comeback,

pack up your keyboard and your ugly friend here,

and you're never gonna play another pop song in your life.

Heard?

‐ Oh yeah?

What if she doesn't?

[exclaiming] JULIE: Jesus fuck!

ROYAL: Oh, come on, it's a video prop.

TREZZURE: Um, yeah, but it's really sharp though,

so please be careful.

‐ I'm not gonna use it.

Unless you make me.

(Trezzure clears her throat)

ROYAL: What? TREZZURE: Babe.

No one's making you.

‐ Fine, okay, no one is making me do anything.

I'm trying to own my choices.

(Royal grunting)

Musica, sweetness, musica.

TREZZURE: Ooh, what you thinkin', babe?

‐ I don't know, something funky.

(disco music)

Oh yeah.

(Royal laughs)

Yeah.

Perfect.

Muchas gracias, sweetness.

‐ Welcome.

(distorted static)

‐ It's like porn.

The more you dumpster dive like this,

the more fucked up and bizarre your tastes are gonna get.

‐ Well, I'll take my chances with you as my guide.

(Valentine laughs)

I'm the only producer I know who hasn't got a vinyl fetish,

so I guess I should probably get one.

‐ Yeah, well, be careful.

My tastes keep getting sicker and sicker.

Almost nothing's weird enough to satisfy.

(Valentine giggles, Royal chuckles)

Oh, yes.

Oh my gosh, it's got instructions.

Are you kidding me?

‐ You're my good luck charm. ‐ You're my dream girl.

(Valentine giggles)

‐ Hey, can you play this for us please?

DJ: Yeah, sure.

(disco music)

(distorted laughing)

‐ Hey you got the address? DRIVER: Yes, sir.

‐ Oh, let me put some music on.

So, uh, since we're beyond reasonable conversation?

It's up to me to solve the problem.

What is the problem exactly?

It's that you...

...look a lot like her.

Right?

Old photos of you look

a little like new pictures of her.

So you think, "Stole my look."

Never mind it's all my design.

(Trezzure giggles)

(distorted sounds)

‐ I really don't see the resemblance.

‐ Neither do I.

(Trezzure coos)

ROYAL: I spoke to the DJ.

(crowd cheering)

(laughter)

No one has a heart as big as mine,

and it's just for you, belongs to you for always.

‐ I love you, Royal.

‐ You, my sweetness, are simply the sweetest.

(Trezzure giggles)

So here's the solve.

I could rearrange your face,

that way she's she and you're a whole new you.

Everyone's happy.

Is that a no?

Or you could just remember

that you were nothing before we met

and keep my material out of your mouth.

That'd be my preference.

‐ I hate you.

‐ Hm?

JULIE: She said she hates you.

‐ That's not nice. ‐ You're not nice.

‐ I tried to love you, Royal.

I tried really hard.

But you are not a person that can be loved

without destruction.

JULIE: I don't think he even qualifies as a person anymore.

Maybe he never did.

TREZZURE: Don't listen to 'em, babe.

That's just some toxic envy talking.

JULIE: No one is blaming you, girl,

but you have got to get away from this creep

‐ as fast as you can. ROYAL: Sweetness,

can you change this song?

I'm kind of done with it.

‐ Of course!

JULIE: Whoa, back off, dude.

ROYAL: Hm, no thanks.

VALENTINE: Julie.

TREZZURE: What's the mood? VALENTINE: Stop it.

‐ I don't know, something with a little kick to it.

TREZZURE: I got you.

JULIE: Seriously, dude, I will halfway fuck you all the way up.

VALENTINE: Just stop.

(intense music)

(Julie kicks, Royal moans)

(coughing)

(laughing)

‐ Don't!

No.

No, no, no.

No, no.

‐ I didn't mean to.

VALENTINE: Just breathe.

No, Julie, it's okay, it's okay.

(panting)

‐ Wow.

(panting, sniffling)

VALENTINE: I'm gonna go get help.

(footsteps running)

‐ Wowie.

(exhales)

Wow.

Trez...

‐ I'll call an ambulance.

‐ Wait.

I mean...

It's too late, right?

TREZZURE: I don't know.

‐ Besides...

Aren't you kind of curious to see

what it looks like when someone dies?

(pop music)

(Rosa sighs)

(banging)

‐ Somebody help!

Help, help, please!

NICK: I don't wanna break up.

ROSA: Well, if we are staying together,

you better read that book.

(Rosa giggles)

NICK: Deal.

‐ Are you sure you don't feel trapped?

(giggling,

(Valentine shouting)

NICK: Wait, hang on.

ROSA: What?

‐ Did you hear something?

Thought I heard something.

‐ No.

ROSA: You didn't hear anything. NICK: Okay.

(Valentine panting)

‐ Fuck.

(panting)

(Julie choking)

ROYAL: Just watch, okay?

This is a big moment and you're not even looking.

‐ We should‐‐we should really call an ambulance.

ROYAL: It's too late for that.

‐ Playlist? ‐ Shuffled.

‐ Wow, psychic shuffle.

Well done, DJ algorithm.

You know, we should do a remix with these guys.

Reach out to 'em.

A sort of chill house vibe for Treasure Me'd be dope.

(Julie choking)

Julie thinks it's a good idea.

(Julie coughing)

TREZZURE: Does it, um,

does it always take this long?

‐ You think I know how long it takes

people to bleed out?

‐ I was just asking.

‐ Let's just watch.

(Julie choking)

‐ Oh. TREZZURE: What are you doing?

‐ I just want to listen.

(Julie choking)

Incredible.

Just incredible.

Fuck!

Agh, fuck.

Fuck, fuck it, fuckin' fuck.

Agh!

TREZZURE: What's wrong, babe?

‐ I should have recorded it.

I'm serious.

You don't think it would be amazing

to have a recording of someone's last breath?

You want a next‐level sample,

that's the fucking business right there.

‐ Yeah, I‐‐I guess.

‐ Next time.

‐ Babe? ROYAL: Hm?

‐ We're gonna play Glastonbury in like two days, right?

‐ That's the plan.

‐ Is that even possible now?

‐ I'm not following.

‐ How are we gonna deal with her?

‐ Not our problem.

‐ That was your knife, and now she‐‐

ROYAL: Hey, sweetness.

I mean, come on.

That was an accident.

‐ It didn't look like‐‐ ROYAL: You weren't watching.

She came at me at a weird angle,

basically ran into the knife.

That was an accident.

I swear.

‐ An accident.

‐ You do not need to stress about this.

A whole plan came into my head, bing, bang, boom.

The minute it happened.

I'll tell the police the whole thing.

We've got three witnesses who are on our side.

‐ Babe, those are fans‐‐ ‐ This is why we have

a legal team.

For situations exactly like this.

Hey...

You know, this might sound wild,

but, uh, I think we could benefit from this.

This could be a big win for us.

As strange as it seems,

this here is justice, plain and simple.

(mellow music)

‐ Unless I'm really confused,

I don't think that that girl was the problem.

‐ These women were both trying to destroy us.

And we're one step closer

to being safe and free.

TREZZURE: Babe, you said

that you were gonna come talk to Valentine,

‐ and now we have this‐‐ ‐ Oh, how do you know

what I said?

‐ You don't listen. ‐ That's‐‐I promise.

ROYAL: You promise what, hm?

You promised to stay in the car,

and yet here you are.

After all I've done, you could at least listen.

TREZZURE: Babe.

That hurts.

ROYAL: Oh, fuck.

(glass shatters)

(Trezzure gasps, coughs)

Please bring Val back in here for me.

It's getting late and you need your beauty sleep.

You're looking really tired lately.

OPERATOR: 9‐1‐1, what's your emergency?

If someone's there,

can you make a noise or tap your phone

to confirm you need help?

‐ I'm calling to report a possible...

(footsteps)

OPERATOR: Sir?

(crunching through glass)

(eerie music)

Sir, please state the nature of your emergency.

Sir?

Hello, sir, are you there?

ROYAL: Hello in there?

Are you making a phone call?

TREZZURE: In the dark I feel you

One more breath, everything could change

(breathing tensely)

And all my heart has been through

Black and blue, black and blue, baby

This could get messy

I feel the earth shaking me

And now we're running full speed, full speed

Never good timing, a perfect emergency

I'm ready for the real thing

Real thing, edge of the knife

We're dancing with danger

I feel our blood collide

Electrified

My soul is rearranging

Cross my heart, hope to die

I'll dance with you on the knife

Answer, baby, I can barely speak

(gasps)

(crashing clatter)

True love hurts,

but we have destiny on our side

Edge of the knife

We're dancing with danger

I feel our blood collide

Electrified

My soul is rearranging

Cross my heart, hope to die

I'll dance with you on the knife

‐ Look who stuck the fuck around,

you sexy little sneak.

‐ I...I‐‐I...

‐ I'm a huge liar?

You know, I really don't like it

when people lie to me.

It breaks the social contract, you know?

‐ Royal... ROYAL: No, I know

what you're gonna say.

Some lying is necessary in this life,

and you're right.

But not in an exchange as beautifully simple

as ours was, no way, just unacceptable.

‐ I swear I wasn't gonna... ROYAL: It won't fly.

You can't take advantage of a guy like me,

I have too much self‐respect.

EDDIE: I couldn't just leave‐‐ ROYAL: Deal's a deal, bud.

This cowering in the corner, calling the cops on me,

that was not the deal.

‐ I don't want any trouble.

‐ I'm gonna have to argue with you on that one,

because it kinda seems like you're asking for trouble.

‐ I promise, I swear, I will leave right now

and I won't say a goddamned word to anyone.

‐ I know that.

I'm just waiting to hear what type of apology

you're gonna cook up for me.

(eerie music)

That way, I'll make sure that you never tell

another lie again.

The world doesn't need another liar.

‐ Please. ‐ No.

‐ Please! ROYAL: No, no‐‐no!

We are not doing begging or bargaining.

We're doing just this.

This is destiny in action.

Oh!

Are we gonna have a fight?

VALENTINE: I don't wanna hurt you.

TREZZURE: I'm the one with the knife.

VALENTINE: We could leave... together, right now.

‐ Why would I leave with you?

‐ Because we are both his victims.

TREZZURE: Yuck. I am not a victim.

‐ Does he hit you?

‐ No.

VALENTINE: When you're fooling around, even?

Spank you too hard?

Test your boundaries? Choke you till you pass out?

TREZZURE: Look. He told me how toxic everything got

between you guys.

VALENTINE: You pretend like you're into it, right?

You even say, "Yeah, I'm into that kind of thing."

‐ You can't kink‐shame me.

‐ You ignore the fact that he can't even get it up

if you're enjoying yourself.

‐ He's on a better path now, Valentine.

Royal is as devoted to his healing

as he is to our music.

VALENTINE: You're about to step in my dead friend's blood.

Does that shit look like healing to you?

Look. It took me a long time

to confront the reality of what he is

and what he did to me.

TREZZURE: You should try taking the responsibility

for your own decisions. ‐ I understand you can't

get there right this minute, you're too deep in it.

‐ He is the love of my life,

and you're not gonna use your crazy

to turn me against him.

‐ Trezzure, if we don't get out of here right now,

we are both gonna wind up like Julie tonight.

‐ That was an accident.

(sounds of struggle)

(shattering glass)

(tense music)

(clattering)

(sounds of struggle)

(scream)

(corkscrew tearing flesh)

‐ Truce, okay?

Temporary, five minutes.

TREZZURE: Not a chance.

VALENTINE: If you leave with me,

I will never play those songs‐‐my songs‐‐ever again.

‐ Liar.

(sounds of struggle)

VALENTINE: Christ almighty, girl, what do you have to lose

except your life?

Let's go.

(thudding punch, panting)

(struggling)

Please.

You don't need him.

‐ I am done with this conversation.

‐ Fine.

But no one will ever love you

like I love you.

[Royal's voice mixes in] No one has a heart

as big as mine.

It's just for you.

It belongs to you for always.

(Trezzure giggles)

VALENTINE: It's a routine.

It's lines, it's lies.

When he is done sucking the life out of you‐‐

TREZZURE: You don't know squat about us

or what we've been through together.

VALENTINE: You won't know how to exist without him.

You won't even remember who you are.

TREZZURE: I know exactly who I am.

VALENTINE: Really?

'Cause you look like a photocopy of me.

The hair.

That your idea or his?

‐ Ours. ‐ The songs.

‐ Ours.

‐ How much weight have you lost

since you two got together?

‐ Jeez, Trez, you been eating carbs again?

Thought you said you were gonna lay off.

‐ You don't know what it's like being on camera.

VALENTINE: Does he take food out of your hands?

TREZZURE: Wow. ‐ Tell you what to eat,

what you can drink or not drink?

The answer's yes.

I know it 'cause I lived it.

I mean, you can justify it all day,

it was a bit, an accident,

a bad mood, but it is none of those things,

it is the real him.

TREZZURE: I didn't think we should come here.

Royal said it would be easier for you

if we asked you politely to stop.

‐ Did he mention the part where he wants my help

writing your second album?

(scoffs)

(scoffs)

Yeah.

That was my vibe on it too.

TREZZURE: Look.

I believe in doing the difficult thing

when it's the right thing.

I believe in forgiveness,

even for someone as messed up as you.

But you need to stop lying.

To me, but more importantly, to yourself.

I feel sorry for you.

(exclaims)

I really do.

But if you don't stop playing our songs,

we'll sue you.

And our people will bury you in court.

VALENTINE: Royal is trying to bury my body tonight!

TREZZURE: Well, maybe that's your fault.

‐ You're right.

You know what? It probably is,

it's for sure my fault for not seeing him

for what he was before he registered

every song I ever wrote in his name.

TREZZURE: I think that you're a jealous, manipulative nut job

who couldn't see how good she had it.

I'm sorry things didn't pay off quick enough

for you to stick it out‐‐ ‐ Oh my God, listen to yourself!

‐ I'm smarter than you!

I see what's good for me.

It's the man that chose me

and built a career with me.

VALENTINE: He recreated me on your body.

‐ You need some serious therapy.

VALENTINE: In the dark I feel you

One more breath, everything could change

You know my heart has been through

Black and blue, black and blue, babe

This could get messy,

I feel the earth shaking me

And now we're running full speed,

full speed

Never good timing, a perfect emergency

I'm ready for the real thing,

real thing, edge of the knife

We're dancing with danger

I feel our blood collide

Electrified

My soul is rearranging

Cross my heart, hope to die

I'll dance with you on the knife

(vocalizing)

(tense music)

(pants)

TREZZURE: Babe?

‐ Oh! Oh, sweetness.

Hey, look inside.

‐ Oh my God, your arm! ‐ No, no, no, I'm fine,

I'm fine‐‐look, look, look, look, look, look!

(gasps)

‐ Oh my God.

ROYAL: You know how in the movies, it kind of sprays?

Well, this one actually did!

(choking, gurgling)

Hey, did you and I watch Titus Andronicus,

or was that me and Val?

Oh, fuck!

(eerie music)

Don't you die on me!

(gasping, gurgling)

Bam!

(Royal chuckles)

That's gonna be priceless someday.

PODCAST HOST: It can be a helpful exercise

to thank the you of the past

for giving the present you an opportunity

to love yourself first.

Put your hand on your heart center.

Repeat after me:

Thank you for giving me the chance to love myself.

‐ Thank you for giving me the chance to love myself.

PODCAST HOST: I am forever grateful.

‐ I am forever grateful.

PODCAST HOST: If you're enjoying Coda‐cast,

please subscribe and leave us a review.

JULIE: Hey, girl.

PODCAST HOST: We're honored to be on this journey

of self‐discovery with you.

(Julie exclaims, sighs)

‐ Rough night? ‐ Sure, yeah.

Rough night number 900 and something?

‐ Ooh. We're gonna need to get you, like,

19 Band‐Aids for that hand, huh?

‐ Probably.

Jules.

I think I'm ready.

I'm done punishing myself.

So I couldn't make the world's

most fucked‐up relationship work,

so what?

(soft music)

I wanna play my music again.

Is that crazy?

JULIE: No!

Are you kidding? Not at all.

Dude, I am so proud of you,

and I am so here for this.

[with slight echo] Valentine Fawkes,

you got this.

(bottles clink)

(eerie music)

PODCAST HOST: How can I survive? How can I ever

feel safe again?

You have the right to love yourself first.

Break free of the prison of enmeshment.

Feel like annihilation.

(audio pastiche, ending with Julie's "You got this")

ROYAL: Hey, sweetness, what's wrong?

‐ There is a corkscrew in your arm...

‐ I promise I'm fine. ‐ ...and another dead person

in this bar!

‐ Well, I was taken advantage of!

‐ This was your plan the whole time, wasn't it?

‐ What do you mean?

[shouts] ‐ This!

‐ Of course not!

This was self‐defense!

‐ Oh, I see it all now.

Okay, all right...

‐ Speak up, you're mumbling again.

‐ I'm sorry,

but I can't be part of this.

ROYAL: Hey‐‐hey, hey.

Don't use words like that!

It's gonna be okay.

‐ I'm really sorry, but I have to go.

‐ Absolutely not!

We are a team.

You can't just leave.

I did that for us‐‐for you!

You basically made me do that.

‐ What? ROYAL: Seriously.

Don't be mean to me.

TREVOR: That's not mean, that's honest.

(laughter)

ALLISON: You can't just tell someone

they have a weak chin.

DAVE: It's fine, I asked.

I got the real answer.

I gotta live with it.

(thumping)

‐ Who's there?

VALENTINE: It's me!

Hi.

[mouselike] ALLISON: "It's me!"

TREVOR: Crazy bitch.

‐ No, no, no, Royal said I could leave!

Please, please, no!

[in muffled voice] You don't understand!

(laughter)

Fuck!

(breathes heavily)

PODCAST HOST: If you want breakthroughs,

you have to break your patterns.

Your trauma is a gateway,

a path, a staircase to purpose.

You are responsible for you.

Your resilience brought you this far,

but now you can begin to observe how

your triggers are in fact your teachers.

TREZZURE: Because you're murdering people!

[in horrified whine] You're a real‐life murderer!

‐ How can you say that to me?

Self‐defense!

Self‐fucking‐defense!

‐ Are you gonna kill her too?

ROYAL: Why the fuck would I do that?

‐ Please, just tell me the truth.

I can't take this anymore. ‐ You can't take anything.

You've always been weak.

I have to do everything for us, don't I? Everything.

It's disgusting, your weakness,

it just disgusts me!

‐ She's why we're not recording it,

isn't she?

You're waiting for her.

‐ The new stuff sucks, Trez.

It sucks.

If you came to me with good material, maybe.

‐ You said that it was getting there.

But I guess it's not.

I guess I'm just her stand‐in.

‐ First, I wanna kill her;

now I like her more than you?

[whimpering] ‐ I just want the truth!

ROYAL: Now, look, I am not indulging

this crybaby routine for one second longer.

This is not being a good partner, you hear me?

Yeah, you're being super manipulative right now.

Hey, look, I need you to buck up,

stop your sniveling,

and get this thing out of me.

(Royal exhales deeply)

Ow! Gentle!

Gentle.

Okay, go, go.

(Royal exclaims)

Mm, mm...

Ooh!

‐ Ohh... ‐ If you puke on me,

maybe I'll kill you next, huh?

Triple murder, because I'm this real big murderer, right?

(flesh rips, Royal screams)

PODCAST HOST: Waking up to really see yourself

is the most terrifying part of this work.

To break away from trauma bonds

requires the bravery to look within and acknowledge

the ugliest things about yourself and your attachments.

ROYAL: Nothing.

TREZZURE: Bummer!

‐ Did you check the dressing room?

TREZZURE: Mm‐hm.

ROYAL: You sure? ‐ Mm‐hm.

‐ Look at me.

Where would you go

if you were my Valentine?

(electrical buzzing)

Hi, sweetness.

(she pants)

You're always leaving me.

You know how much that hurts to be without you?

It hurts me.

You're so mean to me, so fucking mean to me. Why?

(sharp smack of punch)

(both scream)

(thudding)

Oh baby. Baby, I'm coming. I'm coming. Please.

(Valentine groans)

Welcome back.

Ooh...ooh, watch out for that step, kiddo!

Haven't been too graceful, have you?

Guess we'll have to get you into some dance classes

to tighten up that little potbelly of yours.

This is great!

Huh? Isn't this great?

Finally a moment with me and my girl.

My girls...

(Royal laughs)

‐ What do you want with me, Royal?

‐ Come again?

[in measured tone] ‐ What do you want with me?

Hm?

You...you want me to disappear forever?

‐ Why would I want that?

VALENTINE: You want me to die?

‐ No.

‐ I think you do.

‐ I don't, that's not‐‐

VALENTINE: What are you waiting for?

Uh, my consent?

(sarcastic chuckle)

You have it.

I consent, okay?

Just kill me, get it over with.

‐ Stop it, I don't like it.

VALENTINE: Aww, Royal!

Baby!

Just do what you came here to do, okay?

I want it.

Give it to me.

‐ Why are you being so mean to me?

[laughing] ‐ Oh my God!

Mean, mean.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, that's right, that's me.

That's me, the big meanie!

‐ Stop it! VALENTINE: No, no, no, no, no.

No.

You don't get it.

I'm not afraid of you and your psycho bullshit anymore.

You know what?

You took my life away once, baby.

Just take it again, okay?

Do it again.

For real this time.

[shouting] ‐ Please, stop!

‐ If you want me dead, fucking bring it on.

Don't bitch out on me now!

Come on.

You know what?

I...I welcome the chance to never think of you

ever, ever again.

Death? Death sounds like a fucking vacation

from the hell that you have made for me in this world.

‐ You left me!

Remember?

[shouting] You broke my heart!

[sarcastically] VALENTINE: Aww, Royal!

I cordially invite you to suck

the biggest possible bag of dicks.

I mean, surplus size.

There is not enough therapy,

guided meditation, or future‐self‐fucking journaling

in this world to fix even one quarter

of what you broke in me.

I'm fucking broken, dude.

You won.

You killed my last ally, so...

just hurry it up and kill me.

‐ I don't wanna kill you! God!

I mean, I...

I came here to, you know, ask you for a little help.

[sarcastically] ‐ Good fucking job!

Bravo! ‐ Shut up.

Just shut the fuck up.

(spraying sparks)

Shut up.

Guess you're...

when I think about it...

I just want you.

(laughing)

I want you back!

‐ What?

ROYAL: Let's get back together, Val.

Don't fucking laugh at me, I'll fucking kill you.

No, I love you‐‐hey, no.

We are destined to be together.

(Valentine laughs)

‐ You're just gonna touch me, huh, like you own me?

You're the fucking devil, you know that?

(Royal shushes her)

‐ Listen, listen.

She is not half the woman you are.

I just‐‐I just worked with what I could get,

you know?

She's garbage compared to you, I mean, really.

‐ I told you!

(Valentine laughs maniacally)

ROYAL: Hey, hey, hey, hey. Let's start over, okay?

You and me, let's start over. All right?

All that I ever wanted was for you to come back

and apologize for hurting my feelings, you know?

But I see it, I see it,

I see it now, you are so sorry.

‐ Yeah, I'm the sorriest girl in Los Angeles

since the day we met.

ROYAL: Yeah. And you know what?

You don't have to worry about Trezzure

or anything anymore.

You know why?

Because you're right.

She stole everything that belongs to you,

and it's high time that you got the relationship

and the life that you deserve.

VALENTINE: You know what?

You're not wrong about that.

Shockingly not wrong.

‐Yeah. We could play Glastonbury this weekend.

Huh? You and me?

Finally...

fulfilling our destiny.

Huh?

ROSA: I think maybe they closed early.

‐ Hey, man, we wanted to use our drink...

tickets?

‐ Can I help you?

‐ Hey, we're just gonna head back.

ROSA: Yeah, we didn't mean to interrupt.

ROYAL: It's fine.

Hey, look, I'm sorry you have to go like this,

it's not my preference. ‐ Hey, stop!

ROSA: What are you doing?!

ROYAL: You interrupted a private moment!

‐ Let us out! Help!

(Nick screams)

‐ It's bad timing on your part, man.

(Nick continues screaming)

You're a musician, right?

Guitarist, huh?

Guitarists are supposed to be better listeners.

That was some very bad listening.

(choking)

Shh!

Relax, relax, relax.

A little advice from one pro to another?

Gotta learn how to read a room!

It's crucial.

‐ Nick, fuck!

ROYAL: Take it...easy!

Just relax, that's it.

Trez, will you get her back in here for me now?

(mic stand rattles)

‐ I can do this if you'd rather not.

‐ I've got it, babe!

No problem!

ROYAL: Hey, get me a towel while you're at it.

Sweetness?

‐ Which sweetness did you mean?

Her...

or me?

‐ Put that down.

‐ Okay.

(crashing thud)

(Royal groans)

I am...

breaking...

up with...

you!

(screaming and thudding)

(Trezzure pants)

‐ Holy...

Wow.

‐ Yeah.

Wowie.

(knife tearing free of flesh)

VALENTINE: Where are you... ‐ Gotta puke.

VALENTINE: Considerate of you to use the bathroom

after all this.

(door squeaks)

(laughter)

TREZZURE: Oh, oh, oh‐‐ hey, hey, hey, okay,

okay, come here.

There there, friend.

(Valentine weeps)

He's gone now.

Which means that you can go ahead

and take the slander about me stealing your act

off of your social media before I sue you.

(Trezzure chortles)

VALENTINE: I'm sorry?

‐ Oh.

I just want to be super clear.

You...you were right about him.

But that's no reason to punish me!

‐ Are you...are you gonna get a different look?

Different songs?

‐ Why would I do that?

‐ Because they're mine.

‐ We're not best friends just 'cause the same guy screwed us.

‐ Even those are mine!

‐ Okay, crazy, listen.

I worked hard for my success, and‐‐

VALENTINE: No. That success isn't yours.

He took it from me.

[exclaims] ‐ We took it.

‐ What?

TREZZURE: It's not my problem that I did your thing

better than you.

‐ Give me back my fucking sunglasses.

‐ Oh, come on.

[in childlike voice] Are you kidding?

My sunglasses.

My face.

My songs.

(sparking explosion, screams)

If you get with me, I will be what you need

Yeah, I'll treasure you

(sonic pastiche)

(sparks softly hissing)

(soft electronic music)

‐ Thank you for giving me the chance

to love myself.

[in Trezzure's voice] I am forever grateful.

(siren wails)

(crowd chants "Trezzure!")

(soft music building)

(crowd cheers, hoots)

[in Trezzure's voice] Thank you, friends!

I am so glad that you all could make it

to this super special secret show,

just for my most super special fans.

(cheers, applause)

I am just totally in love with all of you!

(cheers, applause)

And here's a crazy thing about being in love:

Sometimes, in love,

we start to betray our true selves

to become more desirable.

To become what we think the other person wants most.

But that isn't real love.

Real love is being your most authentic,

[in her own voice] honest self.

And I am ready to be my authentic self

with every single one of you from now on.

Not a character,

not a product,

but the real me.

The original me.

(cheers, applause)

Would you guys like to hear a brand‐new track?

(cheers, applause)

(electronic pop music)

(vocalizing)

I am electric tonight

Feel like myself for the first time

I'm breaking up with their lies

And it feels so nice

Don't tell me I should keep quiet

Why would I hide when I could shine?

Well, then I guess I took mine,

I took it back

I took it back, took it back

Took it all

Oh, now that I'm finally back in focus

Oh, you know, now I can be me

The smoke heavy, lifted to clarity

I'm sharper than they remember

Oh, oh, ohh

Now that I'm finally back here for good

I am free

The air is crystallizing

All of the shadows are dancing

Fill up the room when we sing

Intoxicate me

I used to terror in dreams

Oh, I hid away from the real thing

But now I finally see

I took it back

Yeah, I took it back

Took it back, took it, oh, oh

Oh, now that I'm finally back in focus

Oh, you know, now I can be me

The smoke heavy, lifted to clarity

I'm sharper than they remember

Oh, oh, ohh

Now that I'm finally back in focus

I am free

Give me a reason, I don't believe them

Here in my own skin, love will win, love will win

Give me a reason why I should give in

Here in my own skin, love will win

I am electric tonight

Feel like myself for the first time

Oh, oh, now that I'm finally back in focus

Oh, you know, now I can be me

The smoke heavy, lifted to clarity

I'm sharper than they remember

Oh, oh, ohh

Oh, now that I'm finally back in focus

I am free

‐ Who is that girl painting stars in the sky?

That's you

Diamonds and pearls,

she could shipwreck your eyes

Into

I'm not one to compromise, but you could fantasize

every night you do

Baby

If you treasure me, I'll treasure you

I'll be the centerpiece inside your room

We'll decorate the world in baby blue

Blue, blue

Baby

If you treasure me, I'll treasure you

We'll sail the seven seas and trenches too

Even though my body's calling out for you

You, you

Who is that girl in your wildest dreams?

Well, you

I'll fill up your world, watching me from the screen

You know you do

I'm not one to compromise, but you could fantasize

Every night you do

Baby

If you treasure me, I'll treasure you

I'll be the centerpiece inside your room

We'll decorate the world in baby blue

‐ What if she just went totally ape shit

and like...

ALLISON: Murdered everyone.

(laughter)

TREZZURE: Baby

If you treasure me, I'll treasure you

We'll sail the seven seas and trenches too

You know my body's calling out for you

You, you

If you get with me, I will be what you need

Yeah, I'll treasure you

Treat me like I'm royalty, royalty, royalty

Come on, baby

I know what you need, what you need, yeah, it's me

I'ma treasure you

Treasure me

‐ Hi, friends!

TREZZURE: Oh, oh, oh, ohh

Baby

If you treasure me, I'll treasure you

I'll be the centerpiece inside your room

JULIE: Acting!

TREZZURE: We'll decorate the world in baby blue

Blue, blue

Baby

[laughing] ‐ Oh my God!

(vocalizing)

‐ We'll sail the seven seas and trenches too

You know my body's calling out for you

(shouting)

ROYAL: Put that down.

FEMALE SPEAKER: Cut.

MALE SPEAKER: Cut!

ROYAL: How the fuck was that?

(applause)