Arthur sits slumped in his prison cell, quietly mumbling the words, barely audible as smoke curls from his cigarette.

"What the world needs now... is love... sweet love..."

He takes a slow drag, his eyes distant, lost in thought. Just then, a guard bangs on the bars, snapping him back.

Guard: "Fleck. You got a visitor."

Arthur glances up, still mumbling the last line, the faintest smirk forming on his lips.