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# Once in every lifetime

# Comes a love like this

# Oh, I need you, you need me

# Oh, my darling, can't you see?

# Young ones

# Darling, we're the young ones

# The young ones

(RICK) # Shouldn't be afraid

# To live, love

# There's a song to be sung

# 'Cause we may not
be the young ones very long #

(IN HARMONY) Aaaaah.

(MUSIC: ''TWIST AND SHOUT'')

Feel better, you bastard!

(RASPING BLOW)

Will you stop making
that revolting noise, Vyvyan?

You know I'm ill.
You're only making me feel worse!

You're ill?!
I'm the one who's ill. Listen...

(COUGHS)

Nobody feels worse than me,
and your shouting's not helping, Rick!

Oh, stop whining, Neil!

God, you're practically brain-dead
as it is.

A pathetic little cold
won't make much difference!

You're probably not ill anyway,
just lying to impress us!

Oh, yeah? How come
I'm all hot and sweaty, then?

Well, I think we'd
rather not go into that!

Will you two shut up?
I'm trying to be ill!

Oh, God! There's nothing left
to wipe my nose on.

- Even SPG's all covered in snot.
- Oh, too true.

(RASPING BLOW)

(NEIL) Vyvyan, shut up!
You're giving me tunnel vision!

(RICK) Stop shouting, Neil!

- Stop shouting yourself!
- I am not shouting!

- Yes, you are!
- I bloody well am not!

If you want to hear shouting,
this is it!

(SCREECHES HYSTERICALLY)

It's funny, but being ill
makes me lose my usual tolerant

and easy-going approach
to communal living.

Oh, well, how ruddy considerate,
Vyvyan. Thank you very much!

Yeah, thanks, Vyv. That bomb's
really cleared my sinuses.

- Why aren't you dead?
- I'm not discussing it.

You'll be hearing from my solicitors.
I'm writing to my M.P.

But you're an anarchist.

Ah. Well, then I shall write
to Echo and the Bunnymen!

(KNOCK)

- What's this?
- A fish, Mike.

Oh, thanks.

- ''Dear Mr Echo...''
- Why did I do that?

Oh, beginning to regret it, are you?

Of course I am. That was nearly
a full bottle of vodka!

That's £7.99 you owe me,
ploppy pants.

Oh, stop being
so blinking bourjoisie!

All property is theft, Vyvyan.

All right, then.
Where's your girlie purse?

(KNOCK)

I didn't finish my sentence.
What's this fish doing in my bed?

It's not in your bed, Mike.

Oh, yeah. Right. Thanks, Vyv.

- Ha-ha! Found it!
- Put that back! That's my property!

- You said all property is theft.
- Well, yes...

- So, I'm nicking it.
- Stop! Thief! Thief!

Thieves rush in
where angels fear to tread.

No, it's fools, Neil. Fools.

Thieves rush in
where fools fear to tread.

Yes! Andy Williams said that!

- Alexander Pope!
- You're a little snob, aren't you?

Wimp! Pervert! Knob-end!

Oh, Vyvyan, what repartee!
Sticks and stones may break my bones!

Well, that's the first sensible thing
you've said all day.

(KNOCK)

OK, I've got it.
What's this fish doing in my bed?

(ALL) What fish?

- Oh... Sorry.
- That's OK, Mike.

(KNOCK)

- Just one more thing...
- A-choo!

- Has any one got a tissue?
- A-choo!

- Stop it, Neil!
- I can't stop. A-choo!

A-choo!

- A-choo!
- Quick, Vyvyan! The pillowcase!

A-choo! A-choo!

OK! Russell Harty!

A-choo!

Quick, stick his head out the window.

(SCREAMS)

- Ooh! Excuse me, did you throw that?
- Yeah! Good shot, wasn't it?

(TYRES SCREECH)

That's a bit extreme.
Won't he suffocate?

Very probably, Michael,

but we've got to keep the bogeys
off the wall.

A-choo!

Euurgh! Oh, wow!
It's really horrible in here.

Why did you have to use Rick's
laundry bag?

Oh, well, there's gratitude for you!

It's me who'll have snotty undies
for the next two terms.

It's me they're going
to be calling ''Bogey Bum''

at the next Friends of Stalin Society
''Show Your Bottom'' competition.

A-choo!

I couldn't find any needles.
We'll have to use six-inch nails.

Vyvyan, you can't do acupuncture
with six-inch nails.

You better think of something.
This bag's getting really full. A-choo!

- I'm going to the chemist.
- To get some medicine?

- No, I fancy the girl there.
- In that case,

could you get something
to clean the toilet with?

- (RICK AND VYVYAN) What?!
- I don't think so.

You can't clean the toilet, Neil.
It'll lose all its character.

We never clean the toilet, Neil.
That's what being a student is about!

No way, Harpic! No way, Dot!

All that Blue Loo scene
is for squares.

One thing's certain. When Cliff Richard
wrote ''Wired for Sound'',

no way was he sitting
on a clean lavatory.

He was living on the limit, like me.
Where bleach is for your hair!

Living on Limits? Are you on a diet?

No, I live on the limit, Vyvyan.

I'm a rider at the gates of dawn
and I take no prisoners.

I don't know
what Neil's on about. Hey!

That's cannibalism.
I'd better get some Domestos.

What's Domestos? (BELCHES)

It's this communal street life

that the high-rise block
is destroying.

# Father wears his Sunday best

# Mother's tired, she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs

# Sister's sighing in her sleep

# Brother's got a date to keep,
he can't hang around

# Our house

# In the middle of our street

# Our house

# In the middle of our...

# Our house...

Right, Neil. I am now going
to insert the first nail.

- You may feel a bit of a prick.
- So, what's new?

OK, here it goes.

# Then she sends the kids to school

# Sees them off with a small kiss

# She's the one they're going to miss
in lots of ways...

£180 worth of Durex, please.

Oh, sorry. Force of habit.

Oh, wow! I hope Mike hurries back
with the cure.

No, Neil, no.
It's Madness this week.

# Our house

# In the middle of our street

# Our house

# In the middle of our...

# I remember way back then
when everything was true

# And when we would have
such a very good time

# Such a fine time, such a happy time

# And I remember how we'd play,
simply waste the day away

Then we'd say nothing
would come between us, two dreamers

Father wears his Sunday best

# Mother's tired, she needs a rest
The kids are playing up downstairs

# Sister's sighing in her sleep

# Brother's got a date to keep,
he can't hang around...

- Out!
- So, I'll pick you up at 8, OK?

# Our house

# In the middle of our street

# Our house

# In the middle of our... #

(SIRENS)

Get out! Clear off!

Bloody pop concert in the road.

Go on. Run 'em down!

- I can't do that!
- You're a policeman, aren't you?!

They were a great band,
Middle Of The Road.

Shut your mouth, Damage!

'Ere, Mr Damage to you, copper.

And nobody tells Mr Damage
to shut his mouth.

Not if they wanna keep the head
in the vicinity of the shoulders. Right?

I said shut your mouth, Damage!

(YELLS)

A-choo!

We'd better do something
before the bag explodes.

Hey, brainy idea.

Maybe sneezing is like hiccups,
and you have to give him a shock.

He'll get a shock when he feels this.
We've run out of nails,

- so we'll have to use cutlery.
- No, Vyvyan. Be sensible.

- I've got to eat off that.
- I suppose you're right.

(SCREAMS INSANELY)

My brain's exploded!
My brain's exploded!

A-choo!

It didn't work.

I'm not surprised, Vyvyan.
It was pathetic.

- You've got to be more subtle.
- OK.

Neil, if you don't stop sneezing
by the time I count three,

I'm going to cut your bottoms off
and ram them up your nose. One...

- Two...
- A-choo!

- Right. That's it.
- Oh, I wish this wasn't happening!

Mario, my usual table for two. 8.30.

- 2.999 recurring...
- Right. Do it!

All right!
Nobody move and nothing will happen!

Goodness, how exciting!
Are you an anarchist?

No, I am not.
I am Brian Damage Balowski.

I am, however, a violent and highly
dangerous escaped criminal madman!

- What would you like us to do?
- Right, um...

Everybody up against this wall now!

You said nobody move. How can we get
to the wall if we can't move?

- What happens if we do move?
- Eh?

Oh, God!
What happens if anybody moves?

- What happens?
- (ALL) Yes!

Oh, right. Terribly sorry. All right.

If anybody moves,
I'll show you what happens, right?

This happens, right?

Hi, man. Are you the doctor?

Ah! Ow! Ow! Ow!

Hey, I think that's done the trick!
Thanks, Doc.

Thanks, Doc?! Are you being
sar-carstic or something, my son?

That's one of my least favourite
things, sar-carsm.

(SARCASTICALLY) Really?
How incredibly interesting.

I was walking the dog, and this bloke
comes up and says, ''Nice day, innit?''

But it wasn't a nice day.
It was a little bit cloudy,

which makes him very sar-carstic.

So, acting like nothing happened,
I stuck his head in my mouth,

dead casual, like, closed my teeth,
and bit his head off!

'Cause I hate people being sar-carstic.

I wasn't, you know, being sar-carstic.

Weren't ya? Well, forget everything
I said, then, all right?

What? Everything
from when you came in?

Now, if you're not against that wall
after three,

I'm gonna blow your heads off,
all right? A-one... A-two...

- Yoo-hoo!
- Oh, God!

Sorry I didn't knock. Someone's
impaled a head on the door.

- Hello, Vyvyan.
- Piss off.

That's no way to talk to your mother!

All right, then. Piss off, Mum.

- That's better.
- What do you want?

- Well, what're mums for?
- I don't know. Having babies?

Don't be so sexist, Vyvyan.

- Sorry, Mum.
- I brought you a present.

Your last present was some matches.

- That was a joke!
- I was eight weeks old.

Here, excuse me. I'm not actually
known for my patience.

Oh! Well, you're probably not
Dr Kildare, then!

Well, what've you brought this time?

- A bottle of vodka.
- Oh, brilliant! Thanks, Mum.

- This is empty.
- Up yours, ugly!

- Cor, what a nasty woman!
- (GUNSHOT)

All right, this has now gone on far
too seriously long enough by half.

I am now going
to phone the authorities,

and if they do not give me,
within 20 minutes,

a helicopter, £100,000,

a complete set of steak knives
in a presentation box,

tickets to see the Brazilian National
Mime Theatre at Riverside Studios,

a little cairn terrier called Bobby,

those little black rubber things
that go, ''Nee! Nee! Nee!'' -

a big box full of them,

the complete memoirs
of Donald Sinden...

- Oh, very handy!
- Otherwise, I blow your heads off.

- Everybody up against that wall.
- (RICK) All right.

Oh, damn! Lumme! Lumme!
All right, who's responsible?!

- I think I'm quite responsible.
- Mike, yeah.

Listen!
Somebody has got to clean this up,

and I tell you one thing,
matey boy, it's not me.

What does it matter? We'll all
be dead in 20 minutes, anyway.

- Yeah.
- Oh, no!

Oh, wow!

Oh, heavy, heavy, heavy!

(WAILS)

Why are you upset?
You've always wanted to die.

Who's talking about dying?
I just remembered -

- my parents are coming round to tea!
- (ALL SCREAM)

Don't panic!
Worse things happen at sea.

Like what, Mike? Like what?!

Well, you could be on a cruise,
having a lovely time.

There's terrible weather.
The ship sinks.

You fall overboard. You're drowning.
This shark swims up to you

and says, ''Neil's parents
are coming in 30 seconds.''

That's when you panic. Come on!

(THUNDER)

All hail McVyvyan, Thane of Corridor!

- Eh?
- All hail McVyvyan,

Thane of the Outside Toilet

and that little gravelly patch
next to the shed.

All hail McVyvyan, that shall be king
of the whole house hereafter!

Are you suggesting that I murder
Mike, Rick, and Neil,

in order to
have the whole house to myself?

Yeah!

It's a thought, I suppose.

Make a great play!

27... 28... 29...

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Look out! (WHISTLES)

Hello, Mummy. Hello, Daddy.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Take my coat.
- Come in. This is where I live.

These are my friends.

This is Rick.
He's studying sociology.

Oh, hello! Pleased to meet you.
Sorry. So many essays to write.

I'm surprised
my arms aren't falling off!

Perhaps they are! Look out! Bonk!

You have to watch me
because I'm a bit nutty.

Aren't I, everybody? A bit nutty?

(BLOWS RASPBERRY)

- Hello.
- This is Mike. He's studying, er...

I'm in the school of life, Mrs Pye.

(YELPS)

Oh, dear me. What a ghastly smell.

Yeah, that's Vyvyan, Mummy.
He's going to be a doctor.

- How do you do?
- How fascinating.

I think I'm going to be sick.

And is this another
of your colleagues?

No, that's a violent
and highly dangerous...

(LAUGHS)
That's Neil's little joke, sir.

Brian. Brian Damage.

Currently working on my PhD
in astrophysics, actually.

Recently I did a degree in art history,
but it was no use for a job.

- What kind of job had you in mind?
- Something like a bank job.

- Nice safe job?
- Yeah, possibly. Possibly.

- Did you make your bed?
- No, no. I bought it.

Exactly.

Your mother and I are very
disappointed, Neil.

You have brought shame
on your family, Neil.

I daren't show my face
at Lady Fanshaw's bridge evenings,

now you've taken up
with those television people.

What sort of monsters are you?
I mean, ''The Young Ones''.

Well, it all sounds very good,
doesn't it?

But look around you. It's trash!

I mean, even ''Triangle'' has better
furniture than you do!

That was designed to fall apart.
Rick was going to get hit with it.

I thought you'd be glad that
I was doing something worthwhile.

Worthwhile?!
I mean, it's a bloody outrage!

It's a waste of a licensing fee -
pardon my French.

Why can't you be in one of those
decent comedies that your mother likes?

What's the thing called?

- Grange Hill!
- That's it!

So, that's settled. We'll organize
a protest against school uniforms!

Great! We can use the banners
from the last protest,

so that racism wouldn't be an issue.

Good! I'll get Mucker, Trucker,
Ducker and Sucker. You get Spaz!

- But I am Spaz!
- Oh.

I'll get Spaz, then,
but we've got to hurry.

Sorry, Mr Liberal.
We're in a hurry.

Hang on, you pair
of young scruffy tearaways.

Don't you realize you're
influencing millions of children

to talk Cockney
and be insubordinate?

Come on. We're the only kids
who never say f...

You must be talking nonsense.
I don't watch that ghastly programme.

I'm sorry. My mistake.
I meant ''The Good Life''.

Oh, yes. That's the one.

(THEME MUSIC)

No! No! No! No!

We're not watching
the bloody ''Good Life''!

Bloody! Bloody! Bloody!

I hate it! It's so bloody nice!

Felicity ''Treacle'' Kendal

and Richard ''Sugar-Flavored-Snot''
Briers!

What do they do now? Chocolate
bloody Button ads, that's what!

They're just a couple
of reactionary stereotypes,

confirming the myth that everyone
in Britain is a lovable,

middle-class eccentric,
and I hate them!

That was an articulate outburst.
I only hope they're not watching.

Well, you can shut up, Vyvyan.
You can blummin' well shut up!

Because if you've got anything
horrid to say about Felicity Kendal,

you can blummin' well say it
to me first!

Rick, Rick... I just did.

Oh! Oh, you did, did you?

Well, I've got a good mind to give you
a ruddy punch on the bottom!

- That's the woman I love!
- Yeah, and me! I love her, too.

Yes, well, I agree
with the spotty twerps on that one.

Felicity Kendal is sweetly pretty.
Just what a real girlie should be.

Speaking as a feminist myself,
I can safely say this -

Felicity Kendal is a wonderful woman,
and I want to protect her.

It's the first time
I've heard it called that!

Neil! Say something!

(MUMBLES)
That's my dad you're talking to.

Did you see that episode
where the pig was pregnant?

Now, that was quite a promising idea,
but it was all done so bloody nicely!

We didn't see anything!
Even the policeman was nice.

Why shouldn't the police be portrayed
as nice occasionally?

You trendy students
always give us a bad name!

You mean like ''big jobbies''?

Now you've really asked for it!

Now, I would not have done that
if you had been Felicity Kendal.

- Are you all right?
- She smashed the balsa wood chair.

Well, this wouldn't have happened

if you'd been doing a nice programme
like ''The Good Life''.

That's where we'll put the cabbages.

Okey-dokey, Mikey,
young Sonny Jim fella me lad.

- That's where we'll put the caulis.
- Ah! Just one moment, Michael.

(SINGS FANFARE)

Very funny, Vyvyan.

Well, you might've laughed, Michael.

It took ages to raid the pet shop
and nail 'em to the plank.

Ah! The timeless wonder
of the English countryside.

It'd be pretty bloody super

to have a snog
in a place like this. Eh, Neil?

I don't feel like it, Rick.
I've got work to do.

Not with you, you sick pervy. God!

I meant with a super girlie who's on
for some rumpo and how's-your-father.

Never mind that.
OK, I've ploughed this bit, right?

And now I'm going to sow it.

This self-sufficiency thing
really is amazing.

We sow the seed, right.

Nature grows the seed,
and then we eat the seed.

And then, after that, we sow
the seed, nature grows the seed,

and then we eat the seed.

And then we sow the seed,
nature grows the seed....

Oh, shut up! Shut up! Shut up.

It's pathetic. I mean,
what about radical magazines, hmm?

What about kicker boots?
Can we grow them? No, we can't.

They beauty of your plan rests
on everyone being really into seeds.

No, you don't understand
the timeless wonder of it.

Look. We...

- sow the seed...
- Right.

Nature grows the seed,
then we eat the seed. Then....

Right. Now, shut up.

Get up, Neil,
there's a lot of work to be done.

Neil?

Neil?

Oh, God!
Oh, God. I've killed a hippie!

I've killed a hippie,
and now I'll have to pay.

I'll get sent to prison
and raped in the shower by Mr Big.

Oh, God! Right. Burn the corpse.

Burn the corpse.

Come on, burn!

Burn!
Oh, trust Neil to be all soggy!

Burn! Burn!

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Hello!
- My name's Mick. This is Tez.

- All right, are you?
- Yes.

We would've brought Harry,
but we don't know anyone called Harry.

Ah. Um... Excuse me.

Er... You're not policemen, are you?

No, we're not policemen.

Oh, yeah! I'm sorry.
Look, we've come about the muck.

- Muck?
- You know, manure.

- Yes?
- We've got a load for your garden.

Well, listen, absolutely nobody,
I don't care who they are,

is doing a two-ton poo out here.

Suit yourself. I thought you'd want
to cover the hippie you murdered.

Ah. Yes. Yes.
Yes, bury him. Bury him.

But it's not a hippie.

It's just a garden gnome,
that I cracked.

What a load of crap!
It's not a gnome!

It's a hippie.
He's killed a hippie, everybody!

Shut up!

So, this is the row of mixed veg.
Oh, nicely, nicely. We progress.

The ''grow-anything''
fertilizer has arrived.

Brilliant. We are now completely
self-sufficient in fertilizer.

Speaking of which, where's Neil?

Yeah, I told him
that if we don't sow the seed,

nature can't grow the seed,
and we can't eat the seed.

Ah... Er... He's emigrated,

and he said to say
that you'll never see him again.

He's left one of his shoes behind.

- One of his feet, as well!
- Bloody idiot.

Yes. I noticed
he was hopping when he left.

- Hang on a minute, if you say...?
- (OWL HOOTS)

Oh, no. Night-time.

Good grief.

Oh, well. Boing!

- (BOTH) Boing!
- Time for bed, everyone.

Lucky Rick only stunned me, eh?

Oh, wow!

- Hello.
- Hello.

Anybody watching must have thought
it was a negative reality inversion.

Cor, that looked just like
a negative reality inversion.

Yes, it did, a bit.

I was right.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Hello.
- Oh, wow!

Rick planted me. I was the seed.

Rick sowed me. Nature grew me. Yeah!

RickI RickI

This is the voice
of your conscience speaking.

Shut up! Shut up!

Don't tell me to shut up, you spotty
little bastard. I'm your conscience.

You killed Neil, didn't you?

No! No, it wasn't me. It was Vyvyan
and Mike, and I'm going to tell.

They didn't bloody well do it.
It was youI

- Oh, God! Whose side are you on?
- Not bloody yours, mateyI

Then get out of my head, poo-hole!

HaI Try and make me, farty breathI

Rick, tell your conscience
to keep its voice down!

I'm trying to sleep!

Oh, come on, Judge Mike!
He's a complete bastard. Let's hang him!

I'm the People's Poet!
The spokesperson of a generation!

Kids everywhere look to me
for inspiration!

Oh, People's Poet, don't die!
We'll kill ourselves if you do!

But first, we're going to take off
all our clothes!

(GIRLISH SCREAMS)

OiI Stop having a wet dream,
you little pervyI

You're supposed to be racked
with remorseI

I am! I am!

(WAILS)

Oh, Neil! Neil!

Orange peel!

If only I could see you again.

- Hello, Rick.
- (SCREAMS)

Hello, Rick.

Hello, Rick.

Help! Michael! Vyvyan! Neil's
come back from the grave as zombies!

(CHEESY MUSIC)

(ANNOUNCER) Good evening,
and welcome to ''Nice Time''

with Neil's parents and Brian DamageI