Frank

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Now these

words

what an...

An endless

endless...

Hmmm.

endless

endless rolling...

Waves

what do you carry to me?

Where will

you carry me to?

Children building

castles in the sand

in my town

children...

A band's playing

a band's playing

tomorrow night

in my town.

They're called the...

The Soron...

Ladies have babies

That's how it works.

Lady in the red coat,

what you doing with that bag?

Lady in the blue coat

do you know the lady

in the red coat?

Slowly!

Little boxes.

Little boxes

to take me away

from these little boxes.

- Hi, sweetheart.

- Oh.

Hi. Just in time. I

made a casserole.

Oh, er, no, thanks. I've

got an idea for a song.

- How was work?

- Yeah, it was good.

I... I've just...

Before I forget it.

Okay, idea for a song

in "a" minor,

possible title "suburbia."

I dream...

Of an angel...

down to "E" in the bass.

To take

Me away...

To "G."

take

Me away...

"C."

From these

little boxes...

Back to "a."

I dream

of an angel...

Up there.

to take...

Oh, hang on.

me away...

Oh f***.

That's madness.

A f***ing madness song.

Working hard...

...on songs all day.

Uh, but not Johnston or Harman.

Um, so how would you

describe the, er, Soron...

How would you

describe your music?

Thank you

for your inquiry, Anthony.

That's a pretty f***ing

boring question.

That's being edgy, isn't it?

I would describe our

sound as f***ing happy.

Clara, why don't you just let him speak?

F*** you, Lucas!

- Cheese and ham panini.

- Let him speak!

There you go.

"Cheese and ham panini.

Livinthedream."

It's him.

Hello, sir.

Talk to you over here, sir.

Look what you've made me become!

I'm gonna do it!

I mean it.

This is your fault!

- This is all on you!

- Okay.

- Would you at least look at me?

- Get out of the water.

We were at this radio station.

He and Clara had a disagreement

or... I don't know,

I guess a physical fight.

This is all your fault!

You're the s...

You're playing tonight.

How?

Our keyboardist is trying

to drown himself.

F*** off! I'm not just

fingers, you know.

I play keyboards.

She wanted this... she wanted

this from the start!

Oh no no, I wasn't...

That wasn't, uh... I...

Yeah yeah.

Red hair.

Okay.

Ahem.

You play "C," "F" and "G"?

- Yeah.

- You're in.

If you want to get wet - really?

That's it, get up!

Sir. So what should we do now?

Should we run through the songs?

Stage door,

9:
00 P.M. tonight.

Uh, okay, let me give

you my number.

Is he gonna be okay?

He'll be fine.

He'll still need

to spend the night

in hospital though, right? He

swallowed a lot of seawater.

He'll have to have

his stomach pumped.

Hello?

In the soup

Ginger crouton

cover him in grease

Raw limby sausage

Bobbing poulet

salted joints

Tuna in brine

Deep dark swell anoints...

Undertow the broken Ford

Back to garage,

help him, lord...

Eels are jellied,

bloated belly

Scallops seared,

wrinkled skin

Comb the cockles

from his beard

Notify the next of kin

Push the baby, cut the cord

Spread the feast

upon the board...

Coming out, emerging...

What happened?

You just stopped playing.

What the f*** is wrong with you?

Just stop f***ing playing!?

Bullshit!

There. The backup is bullshit!

F***ing bullshit!

It's okay, come on.

Come on.

Start up the car.

Hello. So Lucas has

been sectioned

and we need a new

keyboard player.

And Frank said, you know, "remember

that grateful-looking boy

who jumped on the stage

last week uninvited?"

I wasn't uninvited.

- Hello?

- So Frank said that he thought you brought

something cherishable

that night.

But he can sound really muffled

under the head so...

I thought he said

that you brought

something perishable.

You know, like food

that decays easily,

- like fish or fruit.

- Mm-hmm.

So I said,

"come on, man,

anybody can do that."

So anyways, we're doing

this really major thing

over in Ireland.

Are you in?

- Yes.

- Clacket Lane services, m25, 5:00 P.M. today.

"You would not believe

what's happening

to me right now."

"Throughthelookingglass."

Hello!

I wasn't sure where to wait.

Clacket Lane's pretty

labyrinthine, isn't it?

I was gonna stand by the... the

bank of Scotland Cashline...

You know, next to the R.A.C.

Membership stall there...

But, er... you know, I thought I'd

be more visible on the approach.

So I just decided

to come straight...

Hello. Oh.

Frank, scoot over.

Hi. Hi, everybody.

Hi. I was just

saying to don that

I didn't know where to stand 'cause I thought

that you might not see me, so, um...

- I have a certificate.

- This way, please.

It's an official

medical document.

Certificate. You'll note

the official stamp.

It's all legal and above board.

So, uh, what do you

think of Frank?

- Light me.

- Um...

F***ing amazing, isn't he?

Frank, you're on fire.

- He lives all the way out there, man.

- I'm on fire.

- I'm on fire.

- On the furthest corners.

F***, I wanna be Frank.

- Don?

- Yeah.

The head. It smells

like sausages.

- He never takes it off.

- Never?

- No, never.

- He sleeps in it?

- Yep.

- What about eating?

He sucks liquid food

through a straw

that he funnels up

under the neckline.

Occasionally solids,

but it's not encouraged.

- What kind of liquid food?

- Grownut.

- It's like a supplement.

- He must have a very bushy beard.

- Not necessarily.

- How does he clean his teeth?

Look, Jon, you're just

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