Mrs Johnstone:The jury found him guiltysent him down for seven yearsthough he acted like they gave him life,he couldn't stop the tears.And when we went to visit himhe didn't want to know,it seems like jail’s sent him off the rails.Just like Marilyn Monroehis mind's gone dancingcan't stop dancing

They showed him to a doctorand after routine testa prescription note the doctor wrotefor the chronically depressed.And now the tears have stoppedhe sits and counts the days to goand treats his ills with daily pillsjust like Marilyn Monroe

They stop his mind from dancingstop it dancing

Linda:what are y' doin'?

Mickey:what? I'm takin' me tablet.

Linda:listen, Mickey I’ve told y' they're just junk.You'll be home soon, Mickey, and you shouldcome off them.

Mickey:Why? I need... I need to take these.

Linda:Listen, Mickey, you've...

Mickey:No! See, he says, the doctor, he said.

Linda:What did he say?

Mickey:he said, about me nerves an' how I getdepressed an' I need to take these cos theymake me better...

Linda:I get depressed but I don't take those. Youdon't need those, Mickey

Mickey:leave me alone, will y'? I can't cope with this.I'm not well. The doctor said, didn't he, I’m notwell... I can't do things. Just leave me alone Linda.

Mrs Johnstone:With grace for good behaviourhe got out before his timethe family and the neighbours told himhe was lookin' fine.But he's feelin' fifteen years olderand his speech is rather slowand his neighbours saidyou'd think he was deadlike Marilyn Monroeno cause for dancingno more dancing...

MickeyWhere's me tablets gone, Linda?

Linda:Mickey you promised.

Mickey:I know I promised but I can't do without them.

Linda:look. We've... We've managed to sort ourselvesthis far but what's the use if

Mickey:Have we sorted ourselves out? Do you think I’mreally stupid?

Linda:What?

Mickey:You sorted it out. You an' councilor Eddie Lyons.Now give me tablets...I need them.

Linda:an' what about what I need? I need you.I love you.