Across The Universe

Is there anybody

Going to listen to my story

All about the girl who came to stay

She's the kind of girl

You want so much

It makes you sorry

Still you don't regret a single day

Hold me tight

Tell me I'm the only one

And then I might

Never be the lonely one

So hold me tight

Tonight

Tonight

It's you

Who will take me out next week?

You'll be halfway around the world.

Well, it better not be Phil Scully.

Come here.

I'll be back soon.

They give you a furlough

after boot camp.

And after that?

- Yeah. All right.

- Good night. I'll see you tomorrow.

All right, then.

Don't spend it all at once.

Last one for a while, eh, son?

- Last one ever, Cyril.

- I felt the same at your age.

I told myself, "When I'm 64,

I'll be long gone from this place."

- But I'm still here.

- Move it along.

Some of us are thirsty and

the pubs have been open five minutes.

Hi, Charlie.

You're gonna miss this place.

Don't count on it, Phil.

I've ironed your best shirts.

I'll be shoveling coal in a furnace,

Mum. I don't think I'll be wearing them.

You'll be wearing them

when you go ashore in America.

Yeah, well, that could be

months from now.

If you wanted a seafaring life...

...couldn't you have

signed up for the Mersey Ferry?

At least you'd be home

for your supper every night.

I sometimes feel

you're not telling me everything.

I just need a break

from the yard, Molly.

I'll be back before you know it.

Or do you need a break from me?

Is that what this is about?

Come here.

Close your eyes and I'll kiss ya

Tomorrow I'll miss ya

And remember I'll always be true

- Pull the other one.

- What?

And then while I'm away

I'll write home every day

You better.

And I'll send all my loving to you

You bastard.

- Bye, sweetheart!

- Bye!

Goodbye, Danny!

Bye.

- Go deep!

- Let's go...

...Wildcats!

All right, ladies, let's take a break.

Come on.

Yeah, I'll tell you somethin'

I think you'll understand

When I say that somethin'

I wanna hold your hand

Oh, please say to me

You'll let me be your man

And please say to me

You'll let me hold your hand

And when I touch you

I feel happy inside

It's such a feeling that my love

I can't hide

Hop in.

Thanks, mate. Appreciate it.

Sorry. Excuse me.

Sh*t! Goddamn it.

Thanks, man.

Excuse me, you don't where I

could find Professor Huber, do you?

No such person.

Not that I'm aware of.

Professor Wesley Huber?

Listen, I've pissed off

every professor in Princeton...

...and he's not one of them.

Oh, wait a second,

there's a Wes Huber.

That's him right over there.

Can I have a word?

If you're looking for work here,

check with administration.

I got a job, thanks.

You sound like a limey.

I am, yeah.

I was stationed there during the war.

I had some good times.

Yeah, I know.

At Burtonwood, right?

How would you know that?

L... I believe I'm your son.

I don't think so.

Me mother's Martha Feeny.

How'd you track me down?

Through Army records.

If I would have known about you...

What? You would've come back,

is that it?

You know, she said that wouldn't

have proved that you loved her...

...only that you felt obligated.

Well, it would have been better

than raising a kid on her own.

Yeah, well, she wasn't the only one

in those days.

You could excuse a bastard by saying

his dad was killed in the war.

Did she find someone else?

There were a few hopefuls

over the years, yeah.

I think I scared them off.

- Listen, kid, l...

- It's Jude.

Jude.

I got a family.

I got a wife, I got two kids.

Yeah, look. Mr. Huber,

I didn't come here to derail your life.

You know? And I'm not here

for your love or your approval.

I'm just here so that we both...

Both know

that the other one exists.

All right.

- Fifteen bucks says you miss this shot.

- Fifty says your sister still marries me.

Yeah, well, maybe.

All right, window. Let's go.

- All right, ladies.

- There you go.

- Ready?

- Yep.

Okay.

Fore!

Run!

You missed!

- Whatever.

- It was the wind.

- Set me up.

- I believe in you.

You couldn't hit the barn side

of a broad, man. Come on.

There you go.

Fore!

Oh, yes! Yes! Yes!

- How do you like me now?

- We're gonna get you, a**hole!

How do you like me? Go to bed.

Go to bed, you ain't got nothing.

- Yeah, they're going back into...

- They're not going back to bed.

- No, they're not.

- Go, go, go.

Go, go, go.

They went this way. Come on!

Sh*t, I'm out of shape.

You're the guy who was

asking for the janitor, right?

Yeah.

So, what are you,

like the assistant janitor?

I'm just bunking down here,

you know, temporarily.

- Why?

- Why do you need to know?

You're wanted by the cops, huh?

FBI?

You know, it looks to me as though

you're the one who's on the run.

Yeah.

Thank you for that, by the way.

What would they have done

if they caught you?

I don't know. Something involving

genitalia and shoe polish.

- Nasty.

- Yeah.

- Where's that accent from?

- Same place as me. Liverpool.

And do you have a name?

Yeah.

- It's Jude.

- Max.

I'm pleased to meet you.

Well, Jude,

as a stranger to our shores...

...the least I can do is offer you

some lvy League hospitality.

Cheers.

Welcome to the nursery.

What would you do

If I sang out of tune

- Thank you.

- Would you stand up

And walk out on me?

- Hey. I'm Chris.

- Lend me your ears

- And I'll sing you a song

- Thanks.

- And I'll try not to sing out of key

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