Lennon Naked Page #2
the creator of the Beatles,
Brian Epstein, was found dead
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.
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.
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