ERIKA is singing, quite horrendously.
Erika: (wails) I can't sing this – it's too high.
SONJA walks past.
Sonja: Need some help?
Erika: Yes!
She hands the music to SONJA, who sings it perfectly:
Sonja: Mea culpa,
Je ne dors plus,
Je ...
At this moment, VIKTOR storms in, wearing his official dress and a frown.
Viktor: (warningly) You'd better not let Lucien hear you!
Sonja: Don't worry Father; he doesn't understand French.
Viktor: (mutters) I'm not surpr-
He is interrupted by a voice offstage:
Lucien: Prends, prends ... (whining) Amelia, it's not in here!
Amelia: You have to look up the infinitive you moron, which is prendre.
Lucien: Right. Prendre...to take. So... prends moi.
Everyone: Ooo
Viktor: Amelia...
He walks over to her and smiles.
Erika: Sadist. (smirks)
Voice (green room):sighs
...I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS!
Amelia: Eep.
AMELIA runs away and SELENE walks in from the GR holding a copy of the script and muttering under her breath:
Selene: Fine, fine, what? "Chrissakes Selene, is Viktor your sire or your lover?" I. Am. Going. To. Kill. The. Author. (pauses and flicks over a few pages) Ewww... I have to...to...
VIKTOR glares at her.
Viktor: Well?
Selene: IhavetokissMichaelandIREALLYdon'twanttodoit.
Viktor: (mutters) Quid dicisti?!
Selene: (composes herself) Let me revise my previous statement: I. Am. Going. To. Kill. The. Author. Very. Slowly.
Viktor: (laughing evily) Well, at least I don't have anything like that in my part. (pauses and turns over a page) Well, I won't soon. (picks up his sword and looks at SELENE) Coming cherie?
Michael: Who are you looking for?
VIKTOR and SELENE, who is now holding a handgun, both smirk.
Selene: The author.