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.

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