
Not Fade Away
This is a test.
For the next 60 seconds,
this station will conduct
a test of the
Emergency Broadcast System.
This is only a test.
- Is that you?
- Hey.
Long time, huh?
Still selling ice creams
off your bicycle?
Bollocks.
American R&B?
Did you...
Did you nick them all?
I sent off to Chicago.
You know, mail order?
I play that Little Queenie.
Still wearing out the stylus
on your mum's Philips, Keith?
F*ck, Mick.
I don't play it on the fucking hi-fi.
I got me a Rosetti steel-string.
DeArmond pickup.
Nice. I've been singing
a bit myself recently.
With ol' Dick Taylor.
Is that right?
You go for Jimmy Reed?
"Baby, What You Want Me To Do."
Yeah. Yeah.
I love that song.
This meeting took place
some 20 years after
the bombing of London
and the end
of World War II.
We know what happened
to those two boys.
They became
The Rolling Stones.
A couple years after that meeting
on the train,
my brother and his friends
also started a band.
Not so many people know
what became of them.
In fact, like with most bands,
are cooler than shit.
Swiv-O-Matic hardware.
This fucking guy I know
goes to Hancock Regional?
He has a 6118.
I fucking go to
Delbarton Academy.
Fucking eats shit.
I'm fucking transferring
What's your friend's name?
Gene Gaunt.
F*ck, I know him!
He's like one of my
best friends this year!
Him and me are in a band.
With Billy Schindewulf on drums.
Gaunt's double picking!
They're clapping on the on-beat.
Fags.
Preceding the hearse,
their bayonets glinting in the glare
of camera lights.
Not going to work today, Dad?
Carmine and me are deciding whether
to open the store.
Lots of businesses are closed.
Good. I'm happy for them.
They're so rich.
I saw my sister Louise
at the Celentano wake.
How I should find Ma a new doctor.
Mrs. Kennedy rode
with her arm stretched across the coffin.
She was wearing
the same pink suit
that was spattered with blood
when the President was shot.
Had one of your
nightmares last night.
What the hell were you
hollering about this time?
This colored boy was trying
to come up the lawn to get me.
The kids in schools in the south
stood up and cheered
when he got assassinated.
Don't believe everything
you hear.
No, you're right.
Let's believe
"The heartbreak of psoriasis"
and all those other commercials
you sell airtime for.
Buick and those jerks.
The men who had
the genius and the daring
to develop the Dynaflow
transmission... Kenneth.
...are jerks.
I'm going to volunteer
to go down there.
That's a crafty dodge from your
How's the bird?
Happy Thanksgiving, Mother.
I think we got a bongo-drum
playing beatnik in our midst.
Stop it, you little fag!
You're a fag!
Stop toying with your
yams and sit up.
The Southerners cheered
because President Kennedy
wanted to pass voting laws
for colored people.
Exactly, Gracie.
That is the precise reason
JFK went and garnered
such animus for himself
down in Dixieland.
Garnered such what?
Look it up,
Mrs. Allen Ginsberg.
Clocks are made by men.
God creates time.
No man can prolong
his allotted hours.
He can only live
them to the fullest
in this world or in
the Twilight Zone.
You can give this program
back to the Indians,
as far as I'm concerned.
- It's cool.
-Now, Mr. Serling.
Next time, we enlist the aid
of a very talented scribe...
There is a fifth dimension
beyond that known to man,
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