Backbeat Page #2

- I'll write.

- You'd better.

Oh, every day. Every minute. Every second.

Now and then would be a start.

You're a tough negotiator, Miss Powell.

(Paul) Come on, George, we're starving.

- There's food on the ferry.

- Where are those scones your mother makes?

All right, lads.

(Ship horn sounds)

Shall we?

(Groans)

Is that right, pal?

You did say your father was a sailor?

(Retches violently)

You did say the sea was in your blood?

- (Silence)

- Sorry? Missed that.

I said...

Oh! Ugh!

You horrible filth.

(As pirate) Believe I'm feeling a shade better now,

but I do believe the captain's

trod on me parrot, sir, arrr, arrr!

(Chuckles)

# Bright lights

# Big city... #

Look.

# Gone to my baby's head

# Oh, bright lights

# Big city

# Gone to my baby's head

(Shouting)

# I tried to tell the woman

but she don't believe a word I said

# Go light

# Pretty baby

# You'll need my help someday

# Oh, it's all right

# Pretty baby...

(Car horn)

# You're gonna need my help someday

# You're gonna wish you had listened... #

(Engine rewing)

(Chatter)

F***in' hell!

F***in' hell.

Wow.

- It's only temporary.

- Temporary?

What do you want for nothing?

You Top Ten yet?

You haven't done nothing yet.

People have died in here.

You can smell 'em.

(John) Whole families.

- (German accent) This is them?

- This is them.

- Yeah, we're them.

- This is Bruno.

You are how old?

- 18.

- 18. Everything's cool.

Everyone's 18.

- Lads, this is it. Remember the song.

- (Cheering)

- What's the song?

- (Laughter)

(# Saxophone blues)

(Cheering, whistling and whooping)

(Music ends, applause)

(Booing and hissing)

Good evening, ladies and genitals,

we're the band.

You'll be happy to know

we keep our clothes on.

(Silence)

Er...on drums, Mr. Pete Best.

On guitar, Mr. Paul McCartney.

On bass, recently arrived

from the dark side of the moon,

Mr. Stuart Sutcliffe.

And on guitar, Mr. George Harrison.

He's only just on solid food.

My name's Lennon.

John Winston Lennon.

I was named after Churchill -

John Churchill, the wet fish man.

Me parents were gonna call me after me father

but Dad's such a stupid f***ing name.

(Silence)

If you'd all like to line up

and tell us your names.

- Thank you, brother.

- One, two, three, four.

(# Rock-'n'-roll)

# Good golly, Miss Molly

# Sure likes to ball

# Good golly, Miss Molly

# Sure likes to ball

# When you're rockin' and a rollin'

# Can't hear your momma call

# From the early, early mornin'

to the early, early night

# You can see Miss Molly rockin'

at the house of blue light

# Good golly, Miss Molly

# Sure likes to ball

# When you're rockin' and a rollin'

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