Lennon Naked Page #2

the creator of the Beatles,

Brian Epstein, was found dead

in his Central London flat.

The cause of his death remains unknown.

JOHN:
I don 't know what to say,

you know, we've only just heard

and it's hard to think of things to say.

But he was just a beautiful fellow,

you know, and it's terrible.

JOURNALIST:
What are your plans now?

JOHN:
Well, we haven 't made any,

you know, I mean, we've only just heard.

Very good. All right, next question.

Do you have a route planned?

Well, we're going wherever

the spirit takes us, you know.

As long as it's on the A303.

JOURNALIST:
On a bus?

A magic bus.

What's magic about it?

Well, that's the, you know, the mystery.

Who'll be going with you?

Basically anyone who can't

read a map to save their lives.

Whose idea was it?

Mine.

Does that mean

you're leading the band now, Paul?

In circles, maybe, yeah.

We can't replace Brian.

It was Paul's idea

but we all love it, don't we, fellas?

We've all contributed ideas.

I contributed sandwiches.

Brown and white.

Ham and tongue, thick and thin.

And I'm wrapping them

in greaseproof paper.

The most expensive home movie

ever made, that's what this'll be.

If Brian had said do it,

you'd have just done it.

Brian knew what he was doing.

Pity you never told him that

when he was alive.

He knew what I thought.

Brian's dead, the Beatles isn't,

you don't just give up.

You hire a coach.

(CHUCKLES)

-Precisely.

-Fair enough.

Happy now?

Just as a mountain of snow

is nothing but water,

so the whole of the universe

is nothing but anunda,

open brackets, bliss, close brackets.

Couldn't have put it better meself.

I know.

(HORN HONKING)

You're thinking,

"This is going to bring us closer."

You're thinking, "Brian's dead,

"John'll be sad

and it'll bring us closer."

-You don't know what I'm thinking.

-I do.

I just want to hold your hand.

JOHN:
"Dear Dad, Freddie,

Al Jolson, whatever.

"Thanks for the letter.

"I'm sitting down now. "

Done all right for himself, eh?

Don't worry, Les,

he's not going to steal the spoons.

-Are you?

-Are they hallmarked?

Blimey, John, what a place.

Do you like it?

And here's me, me sum total.

There's no need for this, mate.

-Keep it. Keep it.

-Come 'ead.

(IN AMERICAN ACCENT) Why, you think

you can pay me off to throw the fight?

All right. Inside, Rocky.

Where you putting me, then?

Cup of tea? Put the kettle on, Dot.

Tea? Champagne not called for?

-Do you think I'm made of money?

- (CHUCKLES)

Bigger than most of the hotels

I've worked in, this place.

I only ever sit in here.

Here and the studio.

Your own studio?

Jesus, John, when you think

where you started out.

I still am starting out.

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