I'll Be There Page #3

All right? What'd you say?

You only have the leopard?

Hey, Liberace, could you

play something else, please?

I wish they'd settle down a bit.

Let one of them sing.

Sounds like a competition.

Shut up. Doesn't matter

what it sounds like. Look at them.

Sam, Paul Kerr's on line three.

Oh, tell him I'm in Japan.

Take a message.

Paul Kerr? Jesus, that's a rave from

the grave. I wonder what he wants.

- What do they always want?

I can't make a living

out of acts that...

only make one album

every five years.

- He's an artist.

- He's a lousy drunk.

Hi, Paul.

He says he's in Japan.

This is bullshit, Janice. Now you

put him on the phone right now!

- Oh, I'm sorry, Paul. He won't take the call.

- You tell that bastard...

I will kill him if he doesn't

take that call right now!

Hi. I'm fine.

Yeah.

Of course you are.

Don't you think it's time...

you grew up and thought about

someone else other than yourself?

Don't you think it's about time you

realize there's other people involved here?

It's not just...

Listen to me!

You have absolutely

no understanding of the situation.

I understand the situation perfectly.

I understand...

you're a selfish, self-centred,

useless Australian bastard!

Cheers, love.

Knew you'd understand.

- I'll call you in a couple of days, okay?

Bloody Scots.

The women are worse than the men.

So don't you get

fed up running around the country...

- in this smelly old bus with four other men?

When you put it like that,

doesn't sound so great, does it?

- So why do you do it then?

- Music.

I play the music I love

every night of the week...

with friends I've known

for a long, long time.

Now, how many men of my age

do you know that can say that?

I don't know any men your age

except you and the band.

Now you listen to me,

young 'un.

No matter what your mother

may tell you, there is an alternative...

to living in

a nice little house...

and running

a nice little business.

There's nothing wrong

with what your mother does...

but there is nothing wrong

with what I do either.

I know.

Mum just worries.

She worries too much.

You okay?

About the father thing and all that?

Yeah. Mum and I have

arranged an appointment...

to go and see him

at the hospital.

Quite excited about it in a way.

Good. Good.

Olivia tells me you're going

to the hospital to see Paul Kerr.

She wanted to. I didn't feel

I could stand in the way of it.

Why did you tell her

that he didn't know about her?

It's kinder if she thinks he didn't know,

rather than he didn't want to know.

Don't you think

there's been enough Iying?

Don't you think

you'd better be going?

I'll call you

from Wolverhampton.

Whatever.

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