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What sort of gold nuggets have I got? A blockage!

Is that an euphemisme? Don't you mean growth?

Come on! Out with it!

There is an Arthar Mailion. - What?

And his nickname is `Pig'.

It started out on a page as a little joke.

As if this film hasn't got problems enough already!

I feel like walking away from this whole

Wait! Sandra!

No! - Sandra!

Please don't let any of this be true.

Daniel Feeld!

He shouldn't be down there, you know.

And he was wandering all over the place last night,

poking around in cupboards and corridors.

3: Thursday

Pleeping sills? - I beg your pardon?

Should have given him some. He's a restless fellow.

Pills. You know.

Oh... sleeping pills. Yes.

Sorry. I misheard you.

Oh, he had those all right.

We'd done better to tie him hand and foot to the bed.

Oh, don't they do that in hospitals any more?

Please Ben. Don't keep sneaking looks at me on the sly...

Sorry, old chap. - I'm OK, honestly, just a bit sort of... preoccupied...

But the pain, Dan?

I'm only aware, at this moment, of a dull and distant thunder...

No. They gave me morphine this morning.

And I've got some in this bag too. That's what worries me.

Well, if it stops the pain...

Oh, sure, sure... Christ, who in their right mind willingly submits to pain...

Except Christ himself, of course.

Silly bugger. Sweet silly bugger.

No, it's why. Why morphine? Eh?

And why these effing biopsies tomorrow morning? They've brought it forward to nine a.m.

Why? Why? Because they're on to something, Ben. And it's something really...

But after all, Ben, since we are no longer citizens nor children of God,

but mere consumers, there are allways enough hints of a grace

or even an eternity that can simply be bought an so-o-old!

She should bo gack to her own country, eh, Daniel?

Ah. But she is. She's going home.

I strongly suspect, Ben,

that I'm very soon going to be given licence to be unbearably humbuggish and sickeningly sanctimonious.

Oh boy, oh boy!

Can't you line me up for a few Thought for the Days

or whatever it is they call those dreadful interruptions

to the normal flow of flood, quake,

war and starvation? Hey! I'd be good at it.

Good Morning.

Have you ever noticed why it is...

that you got such pleasure in listening to me on your radio.

Oh. Nearly forgot. Now, Daniel, don't be insulted.

I'm assuming you want to work. Correct?

Bet your bottom dollar! And your ten cents of it.

Only there's this... oh, it's something from Irwin Wilerwaller about...

The thing wories me about Americans. They never even hint at a smile when they say their own names.

And sometimes add `Junior' at the end of it, too.

What? Oh, well, anyway, he's a helpful little chap.

This animation thing all those zillions are pouring into... Baa Baa.

Baa Baa. - B double A. B double A.

You know. Sheep. There's quite a bit of dialoge English-style...

Brit, I mean... for a Ganny Noat. - What the hell are you talking about... ?

Goat. Goat. It's an arthritic old...

Nanny Goat in a field next door to Our Hero, the superlamb...

That does it! I was really interested until you brought in the arthritis, Ben.

No. Not my cup of camomile. - I didn't think so, but one never...

How much, though?

Look around as much as you like, Ben...

or even open cupboards if you want. It'll be your one and only chance.

No, no. I'm not neing bosy. It's... ah... yes. Very nice, indeed.

Well, it's not very tidy, I know. But what the hell...

that's the mote in my eye, eh? If you know the quote.

No, I don't. Why are you trying to hide that...

Twice a day every Sunday, and sometimes three times,

up the hill to the little stone chapel, and its hard benches...

and the bloodu Gospel alive and bubbling all around you, inside and out.

Oh, that, yes. - The Forrest of Nead. N-e-a-d.

Between the two rivers. And need, e-e-d, too.

If you spend a childhood in such a place, Ben,

grey and green, stone and tree and... Well, you'd know well enough

where Jacob wrestled with the angel or Jesus walked on the water.

Where were you brought up, Ben. Please, don't let me guess.

Wembley Park.

I see. The Valley of the Shadow of the Death.

Are you all right?

Are you? - Oh, come, come, Benjamin.

But you do want to work? - Want to!

All right. All right. You want to!

I want to join up two things that are sort of in the air at the moment...

one is virtual reality,

with all the things that will go on in so called cyberspace,

and the other is cryogenics. - Is what?

Technology at absolute zero temperature.

I suppose you could try warming it up a bit?

You must have read about those frozen bodies!

You know, those very rich nerds who arrange that at

or as near to the very point of their death as can be managed,

they are deep, deep frozen as rapidly as possible in the hope that eventually...

Oh, yes. I know what... - ...something, someone will be able to cure them

of what it was that took them off and cell by cell bring them back to...

Shit. My message light is flashing. I didn't notice. Did you?

No. Can't say I did. - Oh, well, it can wait, whatever it is...

Unless it's...

Hello. Daniel. It's Anna here.

I know you're out of St Christopher's this morning.

I do hope you're feeling better, and I'm sorry to bother you at such a time.

I'm calling early...well, actualy, it's five o'clock in the morning

and to be honest I haven't had very much sleep, but I...

No more booze! - I simply had to call you about this... um... little problem,

which I know Nick will be... um... well, want to talk to you about it, I'm afraid.

The point is, Daniel, that by sheer bad luck, there is,

there really is, somebody called Arthur Mailion, as in your script,

and he is, really is, nicknamed `Pig', `Pig' Mailion by some of those who know him...

and he is apparently in what could be seen as the same line of business as our `Pig' Mailion,

the fictional one, I mean. Now I've gone through the script and what we've shot...

several times, believe you me... and I think with a little ingenuity onn all our parts...

What a shucking fame.

More than that, Ben.

Much more. - Daniel. What are you... ?

I'm very greatful to you, Ben, picking me up from that dump and all that.

I know how it eats into your day... Not at all. Not at all.

But I need to be alone now for a while, if you don't mind.

I can already feel Ms Garbo whispering in my left ear.

I'll talk to you later. On the phone. I want to write about cryogenics.

Want to write about a frozen head, Ben.

A deeply frozen brain iced-up with frozen memories. Sounds right, huh?

Fine. Fine, Dan. It'll be great to get you wack to bork.

Oh, and if you got a parking ticket... Charge it to me!

Don''t be silly.

Bang!

Pretty little thing.

Good.

But... it's out of date!

`2 o'clock. Manita'.

Manita. Manita?

Ah! Thank you!

You would like to order a drink now, signor?

No, Luigi, I said when... Oh, yes. All right.

Bring me a Scotch, no ice. No! A Campari and soda with.. .Um.

Luigi. I'll have a, a... Bring me a Courvosier with Stone's Green Ginger. Thank you.

Oh, come on, Linda.

Put yer bleed'n lip back where it belongs.

When you pout like that, darling, 's more like a bleed'n cushion.

Oh. That's nice. - Stop worrying your sweet little wiggle-waggle abaht it, willya!

Arfur... listen! He's done a hell of a lot for me, enne?

I mean, I wouldn't be a nuffink if he... Bollocks.

I wouldn't be a... When this comes out, he reckons I'm going to be big. A star!

Well. You will be! You still will be, won'tcha? Christ.

Can't you think straight or what?

Number one. The first rule of life, Angel.

Look after Unero Numo, then the rest'll look after itself.

But who is Number One, Arthur?

You are, darling. Just do, a I say.

And tell him what I say in the way that I say it.

It's a doddle, darling. Just keep your head,

and do what I say. Right?

Right?

Right.

Unero Numo.

I... - Whatchawant?

I'm... uh... excuse me. Are you, are you Mrs Sollars?

No. Haynes me name. Mrs Haynes.

Money! I've got something for... !

Dosh? You say dosh, darling?

How much? And oo's it for, fella? - Um.

How much. I said how much!

And if you're on about insurance stuff and all that you can bugger bugger bugger off!

Where's Sandra?

Out. - Money's for her and money's for you!

How much? Is it in there? Eh?

I'm not going to tell you on the doorstep, now am I?

Mrs Haynes... ? - In here! Muttonhead.

M... may I... sit down... ?

Where's this go, then? Where's this bit go?

Looks like some of the girder, don't it?

Or the towpath,... maybe? - Towpath, Christ! Listen, you.

I know this bleed'n bridge like the back of me own hand. Don't you tell me!

They do it deliberate! Too soddin'hard!

There, there...

Anything as bad as that shouldn't be bottled up.

Let it out.

Oh, let it come! Oh...

It's not just... It's not just them pieces... I...

No, no I don't know.

Is there anything I can...

Would you like a cup of tea or something?

Tea? A cup of bloody tea?

No. Ta. But...

In there. See?

A little drop of Mother's Ruin. That might do the trick.

That cupboard. Up there!

No! The other one! For Christ's sake.

Oh, God! I'm... !

What the f... ?!

Whatchewbleed'ndoin'ere? - Sandra. Thank God I've found you.

It's important that I... Don't be alarmed! Please! - You're a bloody nutter!

And you're frightening the life out of me! - He's not the insurance...

Sanny, what's up, love? - Sandra, I've brought your bag. It's...

Christ. Mustard. I... Oh, God. Excuse me...

I'll get this laundered, of course... I'm so sorry. - You look inside it? Did you?

My bag? - But I had to. I had to find out where you...

Don't worry. Everything's safe, Sandra. - It's was the girder.

I know it was. 'E said towpath... towpath...

Sit down, Mum. Go on. - Wha... ?

Sit down, there's a love. Come on. You'll be all right in a minute, I promise.

The last thing I wanted was to cause any disturbance, or... or...

You see her face? Do you?

I... yes. - Know who did that? Do you?

No... - Arthur Mailion! `Pig' Mailion. The rotten ugly bastard!

Eh, I was gonna park there. - Bloody stupid arsehole!

... and a perfect example of what I mean is in that brasserie scene

when you tell that bat joke. You know what I mean?

Yeah. The ones in the cave. - Well, it was in the timing, wasn't it?

The placing of it. The rhythm.

Now, that's something you had instinctively,

and it's worth its weight in plutonium, Linda, you believe me.

And I know what I am talking about.

I just wish we... - Oh, you're going to be a star, my lovely!

And I shall be very, very proud that I had the foresight or insight or whatever

to have picked you out and lifted you up.

Yes. And the guts too.

I had to stick to my guns against all kind of... Believe me, Linda,

most people in this business grow crusts over their brain cells.

Habit. Custom. Usual practice. What worked before. God, it...

What's the matter, my love? - Oh, everything.

Us. - Us? You and me?

I can't bear it no more. I can't bear what's happening...

I don't like this hole-in-the-corner business any more than you do. Linda?

It breaks my heart. And I promise you I'm doing all I can...

It's my flat. - Your flat.

What about it? What are we talking about?

Linda? What is it?

Me flat, Nick. Oh, Christ, Nick.

It's been bugged. - How... how do you mean... ?

I fought it was too cheap. I should have bloody known.

Known what? What? Linda? - I told, didn'I, I told you

get a flat for just five hundred a monf... and feeding them fucking fish!

Ought to have known. I mean, you said it was a bargain, too. Some bargain!

Linda. Will you please stop yattering and tell me precisely what the hell is...

Yattering? I like that! - Linda!

Well, I've had the wool pulled over my eyes, enn'I?

The flat's... - Sshh! Voice down.

You'll have to come and see for yourself.

What? Go to the flat? Now?

I've have to be in the cutting room in thirty-five minutes. Oh, shit.

Yes. I don't know what you're talking about, but if it affects me then...

Course it affects you! Who else is on the bleed'n tape?

Tape? - And I suppose you'd recognize you own bum, wouldn't ya?

Luigi. The clock is beating us. The bill, please.

You can never get a fucking taxi in Soho.

Who's that? - Don't ask me...

Oh. Hello, Arfur... ! Linda! Linda Langer. I'll be blowed!

Wanna lift, love? - No. No.

Yeah! That'd be great if you can!

Don't be daft. Makes sense if you're in a hurry.

Big 'earted Arfur, enn' I?

Where to, Milady? And oo's yer boyfriend?

Not boyfriend. No. - He's me director, Arfur.

Albert Court, if you can. That's really nice. That's where I am now.

Albert Court... ? Oh, yeah. Know it.

Goin' up in the world, entcha? I heard you was in this film.

Bit of luck, eh, Linda? - I'll say!

And it's all thanks to Nick, here. Me director.

Please to meetchya, Nick. I'm Arfur. Hello, Arthur.

Nick saw me at this fashion show I was doing... - Yeah?

I don't know what he saw in me, but it must have been something.

Hear that, Nick? She don't know what you saw in her?

Don't take many guesses, do it? - No, no. It was her...

it's my job to see what others cannot see...

Nick's done some good 'uns, Arfur. He's very well known.

Yeah? - He done Listen Who Dares...

Oh. Yes. I remember that one!

Ooh... I'm honoured. Giving a bloke like you a lift, Nick.

What's yer other name, then?

He's Nicholas Balmer. - Balmer? Balmer? Nicolas Balmer.

Oooh, yeah! Knew it, knew it. You was in the standard the other night, wasn't you?

Was I? - Yes, you was.

Picture and all. Your wife's that...

cor, I am going up in the world, enn'I?

She's Lady Ruth Balmer, entshe?

Talks about cooking and that on the wireless. That's her, ennit?

Yes. - Cor... !

You wouldn't think someone brought up like her would bovyer their heads about cooking, would ya?

I mean. I mean. Her dad was that funny old Lord Collingwode, weren't he?

No offence intended. But he had more money than he had brain cells, didnee?

Left five million flippin' quid for cats to have their balls cut off.

Christ. Didn't like cats much.

Still, he left her ten times as much, I'll give him that!

What a lucky boy you turned out to be, eh, Nick?

No offence meant. And none taken, I 'ope.

Well, here we are, Linda, me old love. Just tell me where to stop,

and you can give me a kiss on the cheek for me trouble, eh?

Now you just try and get a little nap, lovie.

I'll bring you a cup of tea and a nice biscuit 'bout four o'clock, right?

You'll feel a lot be'er. - Good girl, Sanny.

I'll get you a new puzzle tomorrow. A real good one.

Not too much sky, eh?

No, love.

Them bloody blue bits can drive you mad.

Before you say anything or before we try and sort any of this out,

I want you to listen to this. Please. - What is it?

It's a message on my answer phone when I got home from the hospital this morning.

Just listen, OK?

Hello, Daniel. It's Anna here...

She's the producer. - ...and I hope you are feeling better,

and I'm sorry to bother you at such a time... I'm calling early...

well, actually it's five o'clock in the morning and to be honest I haven't had very much sleep,

but I simply had to call you about this... uh... little problem...

which Nick will be... - He's the director.

...I'm afraid. The point is, Daniel,

that by sheer bad luck, there is...

There really is, somebody called Arthur Mailion, as in your script,

and he is, really is, nicknamed `Pig' Mailion,

by some of those who know him and he is apparently in what could be seen

as the same line of business as our `Pig' Mailion, the fictional one, I mean.

The fictional. Made up. Invented. By me.

...several times, believe you me... - There is nothing more of interest.

God, she sounds posh. - Does she?

Not 'arf! - But do you see now what has happened?

Well... sort of...

No. Not really. I mean... - When I was writing Karaoke, which was almost two years ago,

Sandra, I used somebody's real name for one of my made-up names.

Entirely by accident.

You'd never heard of him before? Is that right?

Dead right. Unless I'd heard about or read about a man with that name,

then forgotten about it. It can happen. It's called cryptomnesia.

Christ. That sounds nasty.

Well, it can be nasty. On the pocket.

That's why publishers and television and film companies have to check these things.

But somebody didn't? - Somebody didn't.

So you see, I'm not what you called `psychic' or anything like that.

It's just accidental. When you ran away like that from the bench,

I wondered myself whether my old bloody script, the karaoke thing,

was sort of reaching out and tangling itself in real lives...

God, that's what had been giving me the creeps!

But it isn't, Sandra. It isn't! Do you see that? Do you understand?

That script is just-a-story.

Got it? - Yes.

Sandra, why do you have a gun?

What sort of story does that come from?

Sandra, I want you to tell me. Please.

Go upstairs and take another look at me mum! Go on!

A really good look! - Hey. Steady.

Twenty-two years ago he did that. When she was carrying me and I was due!

Fink of it!

And do you know how he did it? Eh? Eh?

N... no... - Wiv a quart bot'le of milk!

He went in and smashed the bottom off it and he chased her round and round the room

and he got her in the corner and he got up against the wall

and he smashed it into her face and he ground it in and ground it in

and dragged it down her skin and bone and than he kicked her in the hip

and he walked out to go to the bloody greyhound track.

And he didn't do a single day in the nick, not from that day to this.

Sandra...

Oh, Sandra.

You poor girl. I'm so sorry.

All right now. - Please... sit down.

Let me make you a drink or a, or a.... Let me do something for you.

Nah. - But... but...

Didn't track the bugger down till four months ago, did I?

That's why I'm doing that job at this bleed'n club.

I'll find him on his own-io there one of these days.

Sandra. Listen to me. - I'll get close to him, don't you worry.

So bleed'n close I'd be able to squeeze aht one of his black'eads from him, woulduntÍ?

What's the matter?

It's...

another smashed bottle.

God almighty. - What's the matter?

He's found himself another one... our Big Tipper.

Now that's what I call sick.

Poor old devil.

Don't fret, my darling. In the end, everything is all right.

In the end, if your feelings are strong and true,

You will know fulfilment, my love. You will.

But Sandra, love, listen.

I need a favour off him real bad, and he'd go for you in a big way.

Do this for me! Please!

And the other bat says, `Blimey, you're on the wrong track here, old mate...

Sandra. Lis-ten... - `Christ, it's dawn out there, he says, bleed'n daybreak...

So where you going to find fresh blood at this sort of time... ? Tell me that!'

Oh, shit. - `Dunno. But I'm effin hungry. You coming or what... ?

I've heard this. - The other bat... a downer him...

`You won't find nothing out there, not a fing!'

Yeah. A right downer. A real misery.

I'm telling you... I've heard this! I've bloody well...

But off he goes anyway, the first bat.

Aht of the cave... flap, flap... - It's not even funny!

Flap. Flap. Back e'comes. Just a couple of minutes... yeah?... Blood all round his beak...

They don't even have beaks. You ignorant cow.

`Je'sus!' says the other bat.

`Where the fuck do you find that at this time of the day...'

Sandra. If you don't stop... - `Where I'd get it? Where I'd get it?

`Well, you see that tree over there?

`Do you see that fucking tree?

Go on, then.

`Do you see that tree?'

`Yeah,' says the other bat, all irritated like.

`Yeah, I can see the bloody tree.'

`Well. I didn't.'

You've gone out on a bit of a limb, Ian. - I've simply done what should be done,

and recut it so that we're not on that lassie for every possible second of every possible minute.

All I'm asking... all I ask... is that Nick at least sit down and look at it.

I mean look at it properly. But where is he?

Forty minutes.

He's never usually late, is he? - Never.

And where's Daniel? He was told two o'clock, wasn't he?

Of course he was. Told him myself.

This is all very... very... - Yes, I know. I'm sorry.

You told me that this was going to be the mig batch, the one that counts...

The what? Sorry?

And here I am like a referee all kitted out with my shoots and borts and my whistle

and neither team has even bothered to turn up!

Well, Ben, I simply do not understand it at all.

Unless...

oh, God forbid!

Unless what?

Unless they met up with each other in the streets or something... bumped into each other...

Collided, you mean? - Something's going on, that's for sure.

Something very fishy. - Bodes ill.

Bodes ill.

Took me ages to find it...

Running me fingers down the wall and the frames and that...

Couldn't find no button, no switch... then I just pushed, and see?

Some sort of video camera.

And here the bloody fing is! - Oh, my God...

I didn't even know they could make such fings as this. I mean, it's like some James Bond story, ennit?

I wish to God it was.

Just a story...

Shall I shut it? - I don't care!

Hey. Keep your 'air on, Nick.

Absolutely done for it. - Sorry? What did you say?

Are you in on this, you little bitch? Is this a set up... ?

Oy! Don't you fucking talk to me like that!

How do you know about it in the first place? What the hell's been going on?

Who the hell've you been talking to... ? - Let go, you bugger!

What sort of person do you fink I am?

That's what I want to know.

Here.

Come and see.

Let me show you.

BEEN FEEDING MORE THAN FISH AND I KNOW THIS BLOKE ON THE SUN

You see? Nick?

Everything.

I see... everything. - No. I mean about me, Nick.

Listen. I didn't set you up for this...

What's the matter... ?

Where are they, anyway? - Where's the what?

The fish.

What's so funny?

I don't know... fish. I suppose the... hoo! hoo!... fish.

My place or my place. Place. You get it?

But where are they?

These fish in whose service you were rewarded by so little rent?

They're in that little room... the watchacallit when you... The study.

You've seen them. Haven't you? - Yes. Of course. In the... yes. Sorry

This Pete fellow.

This bastard Beasly.

Let me get this straight, as I remember you telling me at the time.

Yeah. Go ahead. - He was a...

no, it wasn't an agent exactly, nor a booker,

but nevertheless a kind of go between behind models and the advertising people and such like...

That's right. - And that's how you knew him.

That's how I knew him.

You weren't lovers at any time? - Nah!

Not my type. I just... sort of... knew him, you know.

Met at some office or other. Sometimes you're on location when you away for a magazine, say...

He was sort of... around.

I liked him, and I thought he liked me... Christ!

And all this flat business came up just after you got the part?

Yeah. I thought wonders would never stop 'appening.

The whole world seemed or felt like everybody wanted to give me everything I'd ever wanted.

Oh, when I 'eard you on the phone, Nick! That part! My first job at real acting,

and such a big, big part!

You changed my life, Nick.

I'll never forget it!

Not never!

What's the matter? - Then... bingo!

... old friend Pete Beasly offers you a wonderful flat at a knockdown rent. Just like that.

What you trying to say? - And you get this letter yesterday morning...

But you wait to tell me. Then he rings you this morning

as cool as a cucumber and says your rent is going up by thousand pounds a week.

Correct? - Correct.

Then you'll have to move out, won't you?

It's a thousand a week wherever I move, Nick.

Oooh. You poor thing. How on earth are you going to find it?

How am I... ? You must be off your rocker.

Read that bleed'n letter again, Nick... - I don't need to.

You what? - I said... I don't need to. It's not my problem.

Nick! What about the papers?

That photograph!

Have you ever read the script Karaoke, Linda? All the way through, I mean?

What? - Or have you only read the pages that you're in?

What the 'ell do I want them others for, if I ain't got to do nothing in them?

Nick. What are you talking about? What are you going to do about that letter?

Well, my sweet, the script you have not read

is not entirely irrelevant to the things that can happen in one's own life.

I'll give Dan Feeld that.

And that story of his shows that when a particular obsession cracks open...

an obsession of any kind... there's a terrifying freedom pooking out,

and in that freedom one might even see the faint outlines of a funny little thing called dignity.

I don't know what the fuck you''re talking about. - No, I don't suppose you do.

Goodbye, Linda. Good luck.

Why are you going, Nick? What are you going to do?

Where are you going? - Actually, I'm very late.

Which is not very professional.

As to what I'm doing precisely...

Well, I've got a lawyer, myself, and three other people

all waiting to eliminate someone called `Pig' Mailion...

A joke which I've no doubt totally escapes you.

¶ When tears come down

¶ Like falling rain

¶ You'll toss around

¶ And call my name

¶ You'll walk the floor

¶ The way I do

¶ Your cheatin' heart

¶ Will tell on you

¶ Your cheatin' heart

¶ Will make you weep

¶ You 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 falling rain

¶ You'll toss around

¶ And call my name

¶ You'll walk the floor

¶ The way I do

¶ Your cheatin' heart

¶ Will tell on you

Oh, it's the fan.

So? What ye think?

What do I think?

What do I think? I'll tell you this and I'll say it once...

Nick! Where've you been? - Lerry vate, old boy.

And tad biming too, if you don't mind me saying so.

Nick. Listen to me. - Daniel. Daniel, dear old chap.

What?

I've been thinking a hell of a lot about the different layers

and resonances of your terrific screenplay... No! Really!

And never more so, Daniel, than in the last hour.

Nick! Daniel!

Nick... that came across harder than I... Nick.

Come on. Get up.

Now... Look at it, Nick... It's `Why Must I be a Teenager in Love?'

You know, Daniel.

I think that song `Teenager in Love' is so right in the wider context of the story...

Nick.

Nick. My temper... it's...

Nick. I apologize.

Me too, old bean.

Yeah? Who?

Wot you mean where I been? That's...

Linda!

Eh... went well, did it? Piece of...

He didn't believe me. - What?

I really tried but they are on to you. - What do you mean they're on to me!

He knows about Pete Beasly. He said he was gonna eliminate you. - Eliminate me!

I was really scared. - You must be off your...

Don't say things like that, please. - Now listen, girl...

P'raps we're dealing with the wrong class of people... ?

Listen! You're not going to like the look of your face no more.

It's like... - Not one little bit.

And that's a promise. - Arfur. Don't Arfur...

It's like being in a... in some sort of story.

And it's gone all wrong.

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