It's All Gone Pete Tong

THIS PROGRAMME CONTAINS VERY STRONG LANGUAGE

# "The Aviator" - Michael A McCann

Thank you, thank you, thank you.

You are my god. My inspiration, my everything.

He's on a different level, how he listens to and plays records.

I think he's very special. Because no other DJ can do that.

I don't know whether he was honing his talents in another direction,

but he disappeared from the scene completely. It was depressing.

He's probably down in South America, still hanging out.

Probably trying to snort up one of the countries.

I don't know, he's just... I like to think he's still out there.

(WAVES CRASHING)

(GULLS CRY)

(SPANISH ACCENT) Frankie, tell me about your flip-flop collection.

I'm a bit of the Imelda Marcos of the flip-flop world.

Flip-flop is, for me, it's perfection.

And sometimes if I'm stuck and I can't mix, I can't...

You know, I'm a creative person. I'm an artist.

Sometimes I just stare at a flip-flop for hours.

-I'm not joking. I'm being serious.

-Really?

-Yes, I do.

Recently, you've been married, so how is it now be an husband?

-An "ass band"?

-An husband.

-Oh, husband.

-Husband.

-A husband. Yeah, it's very nice.

-It's what I've... (AEROPLANE APPROACHES)

-Say hello!

Hello-o-o-o-o-o-o,

-Ibiza-a-a-a-a-a!

-Whoo!

(CHANTING) DJ! DJ! DJ! DJ!

# "DJs In A Row" - Schwab

# I used to drink

# I used to smoke Go and have a dance

# I used to drink

# I used to smoke Go and have a dance

# They're all coming for the rhythm In this crowded room

# I need some new religion

# And I need it pretty soon

# Drink

# I love to smoke

# And then a dance

# I used to cuss

# I used to fuss

# But then I danced

# Pleasure based on comfort Better around the thighs

# Angels drawn all over dreams Water to my eyes

# I'm gonna drink

# And smoke, then dance

# All night

# I don't break... dance I don't break... dance

# I don't break... dance, so come on

# I said oh no

# Five DJs in a row, God help us!

# Come on

# Oh no! That DJ's got to go

# Come on, let's go

# Come!

# On!

# Oh!

# Those DJs

# They're always scratching

# Itching

# To tell ya

# Ow! #

This is Pete Tong, you're listening to The Essential Selection.

I'm sitting across from Frankie Wilde. How are you, Frankie?

-Alright, Pete.

-11 years in Ibiza playing some of the best clubs.

-How do you feel about it this year?

-What, mate?

It's your 11th year playing in Ibiza. You must be thrilled.

It's been fucking hot, innit, here, the last week? Cor!

I mean, think about... You're old.

Like me, you're an old geezer.

Remember that Martini campaign in the 70s?

Martini is... dot, dot, dot, dot. Remember that?

When I was a kid, that wound me up, man, big time.

Is what? What the fuck is it? What the fuck is Martini?

But I was young, and I didn't really understand.

And now I'm mature.

And I've lived 38 years,

and I can confidently say,

Ibiza is... dot, dot, dot, dot.

Know what I mean? That's really nice.

It's nice to be able to feel that.

There's spunk everywhere on this island. Everyone's done it.

They've been free with it. They haven't done it to make babies.

They've fucking swung out and spun a bit out.

It's hit a plant, and that's grown.

Wall, and there's vines and ivy and shit. It's all spunk.

Look at this lot out here. Look at them. They all love it.

They fucking love it. Oi! Who out there likes to fucking party?

-(ALL) Yeah!

-I can't hear you!

Who out there likes to fucking party?

-Who likes to fucking party?

-Yeah!

-# "Plastic Dreams" - Jaydee

-(ALL CHEER)

'Frankie was one of the best.'

'He had his very own style, his own momentum with the crowd.'

I don't think anyone else did it his way.

He's a showman as much as he is a musician.

'He controlled the crowd musically and physically.'

'He was a born natural behind the turntable. There's no doubt.'

I was jealous of that. I always had to try a bit harder.

(MIXES SONGS)

-# Let me hear you say yeah! #

-(ALL) Yeah!

Frankie Wilde... (SPEAKS SPANISH)

Super, super, super loco.

(SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE)

# "Back To Basics" - Shapeshifters

# Oh, so long together

# I forgot how you make me feel

# Tired of each other

# We're drifting further afield...

'Frankie was cruising along, doing his thing,

getting all the attention he needed. Then he met Max.'

No. Hey, tell him it's like a wasp just stung my clit, yeah.

I don't give a fuck if he's religious. Tell him.

Fuck him. Bye. Anyway...

A bit of a tosser. Not my sort of person,

but absolutely took him to the next level.

(BOTH GIGGLE)

# Bring it back to basics

# You and I... I love you, Max!

# ..will make it right

# Take it back #

'Max first brought Frankie to my attention.'

'I knew he had what it took behind the decks.'

It turned out that Frankie really understood

the music production side. Knew his way around a studio.

Oi! Do you think we're making a jazz album?

I was in the middle of going all the fucking way.

Should we swap them over for some brushes? A little... Yeah?

Start fucking hitting those drums. Start banging those drums

like you bang your fucking sister! Clear, Siegfried?

That's, erm, that's the first one.

So I signed him straight away.

And Frankie delivered.

# "Rise Again" - Frankie Wilde

'It was massive. It came out of car windows, in the supermarket.'

Even my grandmother would whistle that tune

when I went to see her in the nursing home.

'Frankie met Sonya when they were on the video shoot to Rise Again.'

Oh, man. Everybody knew she'd been about. But he seemed to like that.

I mean, that was his thing. You know, I mean, even I'd had a go.

15-love.

You know how Paul Newman's got his salad dressings and that?

-So, why not Frankie Wilde hummus?

-That's a good idea, Frankie.

People come to the gigs and say, "Fuck, great set, Frankie."

I'll say, "Cheers. Want some hummus?"

-You know, just as a thing.

-Yeah.

-Quite a good name for an album.

-How's that?

Frankie Wilde, Hummus.

-What, call my album Hummus?

-Yeah.

-I don't think so.

-I've got good ideas. You should listen to me.

If I've got a hummus brand and my album's called Hummus,

-it's getting a bit much.

-It's a good name.

-And change my name to Frankie Hummus?

-No, it sounds good. Yeah.

'People tolerated her because she was Frankie's wife,

partying with everyone else.'

I didn't like her. I didn't think she was good for him.

-I fucking hate you.

-I fucking hate you.

And did I fuck her? Ohh! (CHUCKLES)

Whoo!

Yeah, I fucked her. (CHUCKLES)

Legend has it that Frank's problems started quite undramatically.

The simplest thing kicked it off.

Years and years of noise was the basis of the problem.

'But the very beginnings of it, in his life, started very plainly.'

(TV PLAYS)

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING CONTINUES)

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING CONTINUES)

(SPANISH GUITAR STYLE MUSIC)

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

(SPANISH GUITAR STYLE MUSIC)

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

(VOLUME INCREASES / HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

'Frankie's problem was a common problem amongst DJs.

'An occupational hazard working in clubs.'

The noise just takes its toll.

(DANCE MUSIC BLARES)

Someone like Frankie, having a problem like that,

I thought, "This geezer's gonna go. He'll lose it."

And he did lose it. I watched him lose it, slowly but surely.

(PANTS)

(COOING)

(COOING)

(PANTS)

(COOS / SNORTS)

(SNARLS)

Fucking come on, then!

(HUMS)

Hah! (SNIFFS) Ah!

(WHEEZES)

(COUGHS)

(PANTS)

(COUGHS)

(BURPS)

We could have the Spanish look, I like this colour for the water.

Perhaps maybe that one, Japanese.

Frankie.

Morning, honey. Oh, Frankie!

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING / MUFFLED SPEECH)

Come here. I want to ask you something.

# "Moonlight Sonata" - Graham Massey

-Morning.

-Morning. Oh.

You alright? Erm.

-If we go for the Spanish look,...

-(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

(MUFFLED SPEECH)

It's for the garden.

-A bit of both!

-OK. A little bit of both.

-We can do that.

-Yeah.

-(MOTOR WHIRS)

-Fuck! Fucking hell!

-(LAUGHS)

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING / MUFFLED LAUGHTER)

Ahh!

You alright? (GROANS)

'His hearing was fucked.'

'But he tried to keep working and plough through.'

Put the horse blinkers on. Ignore the problem, and it'll go away.

You know, always works for me.

(STOPS PLAYING GUITAR)

(GUITAR WAILS)

(GUITAR ROARS)

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

'Can you tell us what's happening with the new album?'

(HIGH-PITCHED RINGING)

Have I got a spot? Have I?

-No.

-It's fine.

-You're perfect. You're perfect.

Your fans are curious about the new album. They have to know.

It's good. It's going really well.

Been bending the sound sort of. I've been forging it.

-Erm,... with a lyrical smelter.

-Mmm-hmm.

Yeah.

-Not as beautiful as you.

-Thank you.

And I got these two, erm, like, Austrian mates who, erm,

are stoking the fires.

Everybody should have at least two Austrian mates.

Everybody should have at least two.

-When can we expect the new album to come out?

-Soon. Ish.

(SINGS SCALES)

# When the clouds are filled

# With your fantasy

# Rain it down on me, on me!

# When the whirlwind says

# That's it's time to say

# Whirl it down on me, whirl it down on me

# I am

# Fantasy

# Fantasy

# Words like nightmares, daggers staring

# Witches brewing, eyes are glaring! #

Oi. Can I have a word? Can I have a word?

What's this? Yeah. It's good?

I took a call before, a couple of hours ago.

I forgot to mention it, but I need to...

The album people, they want the lyrics for the sleeve.

I just need you to write them down. We can pop them off. Get them off

-and we don't have to worry about it.

-No, no, we never write them down.

That's it.

What else did you sing after that?

< Frankie.

Frank.

-Frank!

-What?

-Have you got a condom?

-Hey?

-Have you got a condom?

No, I'm not gonna fuck her. I'm knackered. I'm gonna have a nosh.

# "Need To Feel Loved" - Reflekt ft Delline Bass

(CROWD CHANTS) Frankie! Frankie! Frankie!

(CHANTING CONTINUES)

'Well, denial is a river in Frank, and it runs deep.'

'And his sets were... shambolic on times.'

Clearly, could only be the work of a man... who couldn't hear.

# "Musak" - Trisco

(MIXES MUSIC OUT OF SYNCH)

# "Electronika" - Vada

Whoo!

It wasn't pretty, but, you know,

for me, for someone that has gone through something like that,

to still get up there and give it a go is a big thing.

(CROWD BOOS / CHANTS) Off! Off! Off! Off!

(CHANTING CONTINUES)

# "Up & Down" - Scent

(RECORD SCRATCHES) Yaaaah!

(ALL CHEER)

Yah! (ELECTRIC CRACKLING)

Yaaaarh!

Let go, fuckers!

Fuckers! (GRUNTS)

# "Richter Scale Madness" - And You Will Know Us By The Trail Of Dead

(LAUGHS)

Yaaarh!

Fucking fuckers!

# OK, this is a song about killing everybody

# Let's all sing along now

# Dream machine

# John and exene

# Smear campaign and a SWAT team

# Let's have a feudal lord

# Let's have a facist regime... #

(PANTS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

..because they dangle when they're cold.

Yeah. Now, listen very carefully, OK?

It's very important. This is very important. I have cancer, OK?

And I'm very delicate. So they have to be very gentle.

-Ciao. Hey, Frank.

-Alright?

-How are you?

-Alright.

-Attaboy.

-How you doing?

-Good, good. Motherfucker.

Listen, I had that dream again. I was sucking my own cock.

But this time, I don't have a huge cock. I have a normal-sized cock.

No spine. My spine disappears. So my head, it just flops down onto my...

-Anyway...

-You alright?

-Yeah. Sit down, sit down, sit down.

Look, I was just talking to the label

and they'd like to see a couple of tracks.

Erm, the label would like a couple of tracks, Frank.

-It's coming. It's coming.

-Yeah.

-The tracks are coming, man, relax.

-Don't worry, it's fine. It's alright.

-I saw your show last night.

-I really fucked up last night, man.

-Yeah.

-I picked the wrong set.

-It stunk. It stunk like shit, Frank.

-It stunk like you shit your pants.

-Eh?

-And you sat in it for a week.

Then you shit yourself again. That's how fucking bad it stunk.

-It was shit, yeah?

-It was shit, Frank, it was shit.

The fucking monitors at that place.

I'm fucking mixing my heart out. I can't hear a fucking thing!

Have words with them, get this sorted out, otherwise blow that place out.

-I couldn't hear a fucking thing.

-Right. You might be deaf, Frank.

-What's that?

-You could be deaf, Frank.

-What you saying?

-You are deaf.

-Can't hear you, Max.

You're fucking deaf, asshole!

Who the fuck you fooling, Frank?

Eh? You're talking like a 95-year-old war vet.

Frank, you need professional help.

I'm thinking about getting some professional help.

Yeah.

Yeah.

Fuck it.

# "It's Over" - Beta Band

# Who could find him, the side-winding Indian?

# Why do they miss him, the overpaid simpleton?

-# She jumped in the river...

-Come in, Frank.

# ..of the tears that I cry

# Those are left alone are left outside...

FRANK!

# ..where did you run to?

# I only asked your name, never meant to hurt you

# She wrote me a letter on the back of the road

# I was travelling away... (LOW HUMMING)

(HUMMING VOLUME INCREASES DRAMATICALLY)

# Please reassure me that I'm doing alright

# No more calls on the telephone

# She's been turned off and I'm all alone

# She's been switched off inside my head

# An imaginary friend

# Sitting by my bed

# Taking pictures of my soul

# All the angles no-one could know

# I thought an eagle was seeing through my eyes

# I thought everybody turning into spies

# Reassures the only aim of my life

# Please reassure me that I'm doing alright

# No more calls on the telephone

# She's been turned off and I'm all alone

(INSTRUMENTAL)

# So alone, so alone

# So, so, so alone #

I don't want you to panic, Frank.

I've got some bad news for you. You're going deaf. Completely deaf.

As you know, your right ear is completely shot.

Your left ear, that's this one, has got 20 percent left.

You were born with little holes in them

and slowly the fluid pressure is dropping.

Can't you plug it up with some ear putty or something?

The ear organism is too sensitive and delicate. Surgery doesn't work.

Cochlear implant doesn't work. Stop exposing yourself to so much noise.

-What do you mean by that?

-It means that

if you listen to absolute silence, your ears will last a bit longer.

They're crumbling as we speak.

Stop the drugs. Stop the drinking. Go to bed at a decent hour.

We can give you a hearing aid temporarily,

but that damages the ear further.

-Speak up.

-These are the facts, Frank.

These are the facts, Frank. We can't change them.

You are deaf, man.

You are a deaf man.

Oi, oi, oi! This is costing me 2,000 fucking euros an hour.

Chuck me a fucking bone!

This is your hearing aid, Frank. Use it only when you have to.

Only when you have to.

-Only when I have to.

-Right.

Only when you have to.

Got that? No exceptions.

# "Cloud Watch" - Lol Hammond

Can you keep on gigging?

Frankie?

Can you keep on gigging?

Can you keep on gigging?

I love them both, you know?

I love hearing, and I love DJing.

I was thinking this morning maybe I should write a book.

That's a brilliant idea.

That might take years, though, so...

Perhaps, like, a pamphlet. A sort of brochure thing.

Frankie, I...

I want to tell you that whatever your decision

I will support it wholeheartedly.

You, and me, and little Kingie.

That's all that matters to me.

Deaf, dumb or blind, baby, we will get through this.

It's brilliant to almost hear that.

'Fair play to the guy.'

'I have no idea what I would have done in that situation.'

I mean, there he is. He's between a rock and, you know, another rock.

Which is harder and bigger.

(SIGHS)

(PANTS)

(COOING)

(COOS)

Hi.

(BABBLES)

I'm actually thinking about giving it a bit of a break.

Blagh! (BABBLES ANGRILY)

Of course I fucking love you!

How can you say that?

I just think we don't necessarily bring out the best in each other.

-(COOS)

-Not always the best thing for me.

It's my problem. It's not your problem.

You know what I mean? Why can't we just be mates for a little bit?

-I could just give you a ring every few weeks, you know?

-(COOS)

Just make it a little bit more casual. Couldn't we do that?

(GROWLS MENACINGLY / ROARS)

(GROWLS / BABBLES)

(GROWLS)

(GRUNTS)

Oh!

(BABBLES ANGRILY)

You're fucking hooked! (BABBLES)

(HUMS LULLABY)

(COOS)

-(DANCE MUSIC)

-# I am

# I am

# I am

# Fantasy

(MUSIC DROWNED OUT BY LOUD HUMMING)

(MUSIC RESUMES)

(LOUD HUMMING)

(LOUD HUMMING)

# Fantasy #

It sounds like the caca.

No.

Is Frank there?

Is this Frank standing in front of me?

No, this is a drunken baboon drooling on the mix board.

What in all of the heavens are you on, Frank?

Scheise!

Are you fucking deaf or something?

What's your fucking problem?

They would laugh you out of Austria.

I can hear them laughing now.

Where is Frankie fucking Wilde, Frankie?

Is he fucking gone?

And the fucking, "Go away. Stay, stay, stay," huh?

So you're deaf?

You're deaf?

Almost.

Fuck! (YELLS)

This is like all the terrors and the horrors of the world

raining down on your skull.

Last three months, it's really rapidly accelerated.

But I've got... I've got this.

And I really thought I could do this job, man.

I'll show you.

Hello, Mr Drum! Drummer!

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)

The left ear, there's still a little bit left.

And this little fella is a fucking lifeline, man.

But I can use it only when I have to.

Long as I'm careful, I can hear more.

(FEEDBACK / CRASHING)

(GUITAR WAILS)

(GUITAR WAILS)

(GROANS)

Was passiert?

-What?

-What has happened?

-What?

Oh, no. Oh, no.

(SILENCE)

(CLATTERS)

(SILENCE)

# "Troubles" - Beta Band

# It's about time that we fell in love

# You know that I've been trying

# It's about time that we had a laugh

# You know that I've been crying

# Too many people, too many troubles

# Too many mouths are lying

# If everybody laughed for just one day

-# You know that'd make me happy...

-'He was stone-fucking deaf.'

'There's not much you can do as a DJ if you can't hear.'

Generally the field of music, other than the obvious example,

has been dominated by people who can hear.

He was never gonna hear again. It was... It was as simple as that.

It was... gone.

# Too many troubles, too many troubles

# Don't know why we live so long

# Too many troubles, too many troubles

# It's time for us to live and laugh, and laugh

# And laugh, and laugh, and laugh, and laugh, and laugh, and laugh...

-(GENERAL CHATTER)

-Frankie!

# It's about time that I said hello

# To all those lonely people

# When I was at the back who could never talk back

# Through all the tears and sadness

# You never really know who's there beside you

# Who will be your comfort

If everybody laughed for just one day

# You know that'd make you happy

# Too many troubles, too many troubles

# Don't know how we live so long

# Too many troubles, too many troubles

# It's time for us to live and laugh

# And laugh, and laugh, and laugh

# And laugh, and laugh, and laugh, and laugh, and laugh

# And laugh, and laugh, and laugh, and laugh #

(WIND WHISTLES)

(YELLS)

(CONTINUES TO YELL)

(VOICE GOES HOARSE)

(HISSES)

(TV PLAYS)

Hey, you alright, Frankie?

Alright?

Oi.

Blink!

-Alright, mate.

-Alright?

-Alright.

Good game?

-Is it a good game?

-Yeah, it's alright. Pretty good.

It's decent.

Sonya in? Sonya in?

Yeah, she's here. She's upstairs.

-She's packing, mate.

-She alright?

She's leaving you, Frank. She's leaving you.

For me.

-Get in there!

-Did you see that?

-Fucking hell!

Fucking, how was that one, eh?

Ter-fucking-rific!

Phwoar!

-Brilliant, wasn't it?

-Want a line?

-Not right now, thanks.

Frankie.

(COUGHS)

-You alright?

-Yeah.

-(CHUCKLES)

I'm leaving you.

I'm gonna take the tiger. That's mine.

And I want those ones, obviously, because they're mine.

And you can have the sculpture that your mother bought us.

Aren't you upset, Frankie?

Do you wanna say anything to me? Anything at all?

(THUNKS)

(THUNKS)

Frankie!

Where the fuck's the album, Frank?

Where the fuck is the album, Frank?!

Where the fuck is the album?!

(GROANS)

It smells like shit in here, Frank. What the fuck's happened to you?

What the fuck happened to you, Frank?

I don't know what this is. I don't.

This is bullshit, Frank. This isn't how you take on things, huh?

(SIGHS) Listen.

Maybe this isn't the worst thing in the world. Take some time off.

Go in the sun for fuck's sakes, huh?

Huh? Eat a lot of fruit, get some fucking vitamins in you.

Vegetables and greens and shit. I can't...

You know, there's...

I was reading yesterday, there's a fish, it's called a zebra fish.

Has little hairs on it.

And somehow, they can implant that, erm,...

(SIGHS) I don't know.

It's too fucking hot.

It's always too fucking hot.

I can't help you.

I don't know how to... I don't know how to fucking help.

I don't want to help you. I can't help you.

'I didn't want a deaf DJ on the label.'

'I didn't want the company to be touched with the deaf stamp.'

Business is tough and sometimes you have to make awkward decisions.

And I've made harder decisions than dropping the deaf DJ.

# "Parlez Moi D'Amour" - Lucienne Boyer

(COOING)

(COOING CONTINUES)

'Frank locks himself up, didn't come out of his villa for a long time.'

'His theory was he'd get his hearing back by having complete silence.'

'He wanted to rest his ears.'

'He hired people to bring in supplies for him to the villa.'

The only accounts we have of Frank during this period

come from various drug dealers. He was in a very dark place.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(PUFFS)

(GASPS)

# "More Intensity" - Pete Tong and Chris Cox

(SIZZLES)

(GRUNTS)

Aaaaarh!

(FEEBLE SPLASH)

(SIZZLING CONTINUES)

(PANTS)

(WIND WHISTLES)

(TOILET FLUSHES)

(COOING)

(COOS)

(GROWLS)

(BABBLES FURIOUSLY)

(CACKLES)

(GROWLS)

(PUNK MUSIC)

(BABBLES)

(GRUMBLES)

Eh?

-(GROANS)

-(MUSIC STOPS)

(COOS)

-(CHUCKLES)

-(GUN CLICKS)

-(COOS)

(BABBLES / COOS)

(BABBLES)

I love you too.

(GASPS / WHIMPERS)

(REVERBERATING GUNSHOT)

Where is Frankie Wilde today?

Well, I haven't... I haven't talked to him in almost a year now.

Erm, I've heard some stories.

This guy supposedly saw him in New York wearing a garbage bag for a hat

and shoeboxes on his feet.

And he... And he had a rock

and he was trying to eat it like a sandwich.

I don't think Frankie would do that. He looked like a bum.

He always looked like a bum. He had a special bond with the homeless.

# "Al Sharp" - Beta Band

# Is it because I'm beside myself with love

# That I can say these things to you, honey?

(WIND CHIME JINGLES) Hello?

# Or is it because I'm beside myself with guilt? #

Hola!

Hello? Hello.

Is this where you come if you want to learn how to read lips?

Of course. You want to learn?

I've got no idea what you're saying, darling.

I can't hear anything. This is the place, yeah?

They look like a couple of cunts.

I don't know how to lip read.

Maybe you should write something down.

I can't hear you. I can't read lips.

We need to get started. Maybe write something down.

Temper, temper.

Watch.

Concentrate.

Watch my lips.

Watch.

Lips.

Tongue.

Jaw.

One's facial expression.

Gesture.

Lip reading... is about seeing,

feeling.

(SILENCE)

Fill in the blanks, Frank.

# "Learning To Lip-Read" - Graham Massey

Sta.

Step-dad. (GIGGLES)

Hu.

Husband.

Wa.

The quick... brown... fox.

-The.

-The.

-Quick.

-Quick.

-(MOUTHS)

-Brown.

-(MOUTHS)

-Fox.

(MOUTHS)

Over... the lazy... dog.

Faster.

The quick brown fox

jumps over the lazy dog.

Good! Good!

-Fucking good.

-Great!

They all speak English here.

Don't worry.

Scotch neat, please, mate!

Double scotch neat.

-Is that OK?

-It's very good.

-We'll see what he comes back with.

-(LAUGHS)

To my lips.

Cheers.

You and me got the same hobby.

Another one?

(COUGHS)

What can I get you?

Erm,... scotch neat, please.

Double scotch again.

In England, it means "fuck off". Very similar gesture.

Fuck off.

-Double.

-Double fuck off.

Waiter!

Double scotch, please, mate.

(SILENCE)

No, more.

What do you want to drink to? Do you want to drink to something?

(MOUTHS)

Who's Simon?

Silence.

-Who is he?

-Not Simon, silence.

-Are you finished with him?

-Good.

-Great.

-(RADIO PLAYS DANCE MUSIC)

-(SPEAKS SPANISH)

Comprende?

(LAUGHS)

(LAUGHS)

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

I know what I could do. I know what I could do.

Fuck the DJ lark.

You know on TV, you got a little ugly bird, bottom right-hand corner,

doing all this business? I could do that.

I could be a cool little fucker in the corner of the box.

I could. Think positively.

Yeah. "Are you going down to Pacha tonight?" "Oh, no, mate."

"No, I'm staying in. Frankie Wilde's at the bottom corner

of the TV tonight doing the fucking hand jive. It'll be brilliant."

You finished?

You finished?

There's nothing wrong with being deaf. I'm deaf.

Trust your other senses.

Your sight, your smell and touch.

Just relax.

It will come.

It just takes time.

It will come.

(FLAMENCO MUSIC)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

-Hey!

-(SINGS IN SPANISH)

(FLAMENCO MUSIC CONTINUES)

(DANCE MUSIC)

(MUSIC WINDS DOWN)

(DANCE MUSIC PLAYS)

(HEAVY BASS)

(DANCE MUSIC WITH PROMINENT BASS LINE)

(HEAVY BASS)

(DANCE MUSIC WITH PROMINENT BASS LINE)

(HEAVY BASS)

(DANCE MUSIC WITH PROMINENT BASS LINE)

(GUITAR MUSIC)

(MOUTHS)

Well, Frank's system was ingenious, and with the weight of his sight,

he proclaims that he began to see a rhythm in everything,

a pattern in the visual world around him. You know, could see music.

(SQUEALS)

'Frankie had worked with this all his life and then he realised

he was able to piece together those sets that he used to do.'

And hey, presto, you know, four to the floor, returneth.

(MIXES DANCE MUSIC)

(MUSIC STOPS)

I once stole 500 quid from your wallet, in the studio.

Well, it's only money, eh? No big deal.

It was me who stuck that scaff bar through the windscreen of your Merc.

It wasn't that Asian kid.

Well, he's probably out now anyway so no harm done.

I shagged Twila.

For three years.

But cos you're a mate, yeah,...

..I only ever made love to her bum.

She doesn't like it in the bum.

Have a listen to this.

Tell me what you think. Yeah?

(BANGING)

Open the door! Frank! Frank! Open the fucking door!

Open the door! Frank! Frank! Open the fucking door!

Do you want some more coffee?

Frank! Frank! Open the door. Open the fucking door.

-So?

-Oh, Frank. Oh, God!

-Yeah?

-Oh, God, it's good. Fucking good.

-It's good?

-OK, it's fucking hot.

First off, did you...? Who's this?

-Max, this is Penelope. Penelope, this is Max.

-Hi, Max.

Hi.

(MOUTHS)

Forget it. Look.

-Did you mix this?

-Yeah.

-Did you produce this?

-Yeah.

-Oh, fuck.

Fuck it, Frank. It's gold. Fucking gold.

-(GRUNTS) It's beautiful.

-Tell me! I haven't heard it.

Gets in your chest. Never heard nothing like it.

Hurh! Like a fucking heart.

It changed... What do you mean you haven't heard it? What do you mean?

-Well, I haven't heard it.

-Why?

I'm completely deaf, Max.

Completely?

Yeah.

Nothing.

To the handicapped.

# "You Can't Hurry Love" - The Concretes

# Oh, do you hear me say

-# Do you hear me say now...

-Sorry.

# And oh...

The first time I heard Hear No Evil, I was like, you know, whatever.

But then Max told me Frankie's story.

'And the penny dropped.'

# You can't hurry love

# You can't hurry love...

'People love a good tragedy.'

People love handicaps, frankly.

It gets them emotional, you know.

So I'll get on that deaf train with a wheelchair ramp. No problem.

First-class ticket, please.

# ..done mine

# Oooooh, but you can't hurry love

# Oooooh, you can't hurry love

# Boy

# Do you hear me say

# Do you hear me say now

# Love #

'I don't see why we should limit ourselves to deaf people, really.'

I don't want to reveal too much either about where we're going.

But it's gonna be big. It's gonna be big, and it's gonna be handicapped.

Imagine all the deaf people, all the deaf people in the world.

They need a fucking hero. They don't have a fucking hero. No deaf hero.

It's you, Frank. You're, like, the fucking link.

You're drawing all the deaf kids that are screaming, with no hearing.

They're yelling out. Who's gonna listen? Not other fucking deaf kids.

They can't hear, huh? You. You're the fucking voice, eh?

And wait. Wait. You're gonna love this.

Huh? Huh?

Can you hear me? "No, I can't, Max. Are you trying to make me money?"

Yes. I'm making you money. OK. Huh? Fuck, look.

That is just the fucking beginning.

(INSTRUMENTAL # "YOU CAN'T HURRY LOVE")

(RATTLES)

I wouldn't put my name to any old product.

If I could describe it as bad speed in a can.

We've all had bad speed, haven't we?

I'm just gonna have a sip. I can't resist. Oh, fuck. Wow.

He made disabilities cool.

What's with the fucking ear?

The ear, that represents your deafness, OK.

Deaf people hate their ears, see. Don't they? See?

It's symbolic. You'll smash it. The deaf kids will go fucking nuts.

Don't hit the ear. I'll put some glass on that

and turn that into a table.

It's wank. I'm sucking deaf cock for you, mate.

And... (GAGS) I'm fucking choking on it.

Alright, first off, you're sucking showbiz cock.

Look, this is gonna be good money. This is all about cash.

Shitloads of cash. Better than that,

Sonya can't get her grubby fingers on this money, understand?

-This is Sonya-free cash.

-He's not a whore!

Look, Frank, OK?

You're not giving me any fucking positive feedback.

You know what fucking bothers me?

The fact that you think art just fucking happens. It's just free.

These people just took out time from their day to come here

and do shit for nothing. You gotta realise you're a fucking hero.

That's what the yellow's about. You make fun of me and that jacket.

I picked it! Deaf kids worldwide will see that yellow.

They'll buy that jacket.

Two, maybe 300. They'll run around, proudly deaf,

-all yellow, fluorescently deaf...

-(SILENCE)

(REPORTERS SHOUT)

-Sit down.

-Charlize Bondo!

Charlize Bondo! Ibiza Beat.

Frankie, can you really DJ as a deaf man? How is that possible?

-(ALL MURMUR)

-They murmuring?

-Yeah, quite a bit.

I'm an honest man. I can tell you

that this album was made...

..completely without the aid of me ears.

And at Pacha next week,

I'll be DJing as a deaf man.

And if you don't believe me,...

you know, fuck you.

Because I've got nothing,

nothing to prove

-to you sluts at all.

-OK. OK.

-(ALL GROAN)

Role model.

-Nothing.

-Wait a minute. OK, role model.

Listen. Listen to me. No. No.

He loves sluts. Frank loves sluts.

Now, I think what he's trying to say is,

even though he feels he has nothing to prove to you,

he'd be happy to prove, erm, anything you want, to you.

It's important that we all realise

that this is a major comeback from a rock.

You know, what he's accomplished in the last few months is astonishing.

He'll be at the Pacha nightclub. You can come down

and watch him mix yourself. And watch the miracle happen, OK?

Because, you know, I realise that there are doubters in this room,

which fucks me up.

Because, you know, why would someone pretend to be deaf?

I mean, that's retarded.

It's not like he's fucking benefiting from this.

It's a fucking obstacle.

He can't hear. Your mom's a cunt. Nothing. Zero. Blank.

This man, what he's done, fucking...

It gets me in my fucking heart, what he's done.

And you, you come down here, and you put on this big fucking show

-like he's gonna make shit up!

-Hey, hey, hey. Relax. Relax, man.

Alright. Next question.

-(ALL SHOUT)

-One more! One more!

# "Can You Hear Me Now" - Double Funk ft Paul Kaye

I thought it was amazing, you know, that somebody that's deaf

can actually... can actually, you know, be a DJ.

-Frankie Wilde, good luck.

-Good luck.

I think that guy is so fantastic.

He has a gift that no-one else has. And somehow, he is gonna do it.

# "Messa da Requiem" - Riccardo Muti/La Scala Milan

(SPEAKS SPANISH)

(ALL CHANT) Frankie! Frankie! Frankie! Frankie!

'The vibe that night was incredible.'

All the memories had come back.

He'd hit the depths then he was just back.

Pacha, Frankie Wilde, comeback. Take this. Check this out.

I've never seen an atmosphere like it. It was amazing.

(ALL CHANT) Frankie! Frankie! Frankie! Frankie!

Frankie! Frankie! Frankie! Frankie!

Frankie! Frankie! Frankie!

Frankie! Frankie! Frankie! Frankie!

Frankie! Frankie!

Frankie! Frankie! Frankie!

(MESSA DA REQUIEM CONTINUES)

# "Rock Your Body, Rock" - Ferry Corsten

(MIXES MUSIC)

(HEAVY BASS)

# I wanna rock, I wanna rock your body #

(ALL CHEER)

He probably never thought he'd ever feel that again.

To come back and actually feel that and more, it was a great experience.

'Everybody there shared the same experience. It was really special.'

'It was what dance music's about.'

(MIXES MUSIC)

# "Musak" - Trisco

He had club land sparking big time.

He took the roof off. It was like he was an even better DJ as a deaf man

than he'd been before. It was incredible.

Frankie! Frankie! We won it! Listen!

Fuck! We're the fucking champions! We got the fucking award! Mwah!

This is it. This is our... fucking moment!

(GURGLES) There's nothing... I can't... Fuck.

What do you wanna do, buy the moon? We'll buy the moon!

You don't understand, it's huge. Hold on.

(INHALES)

(EXHALES)

They're gonna come in. 15 minutes. They all wanna talk to you.

15 minutes. 15 minutes, Frank. This is the big moment.

15 minutes. That's all they need. Tomorrow, big press conference.

That's what we're gonna do. Very important.

-You have to watch.

-Max?

-What? What?

-Can you do me a favour, mate?

-Anything. Anything.

-Leave us alone for ten minutes?

-No. See, you're not listening.

OK, listen. Look at my lips. They come in for 15 minutes of your life.

-15 minutes. 15 fucking minutes.

-Shhh.

Frank. No, no, no, no. Frank, no.

-Shh.

-No. Frank. Frank, 15 minutes.

(SILENCE)

Ten minutes.

Alright.

(MUTTERS) Sure. Yeah. Fucking sure. What the fuck do I know?

OK, alright. Calm down. OK, you're getting in. Don't worry.

You I used to like. Alright. You could do with some cheering up.

Alright. OK. Hold on. OK.

Frankie?

# "Music For A Found Harmonium" - The Penguin Cafe Orchestra

Frankie!

Jesus Christ.

Frankie!

Frank! Fuck.

It was like a flat line.

It was...

Still, to this day, I'm...

That was it, gone. Frankie Wilde, bye-bye. Gone.

Everybody was like that, holding the baby.

(MUSIC FOR A FOUND HARMONIUM CONTINUES)

'I've heard a story that he's running a record shop in Oxford.'

There's a story that he went to Fiji and then died of syphilis.

But nobody knows. You know, I don't know where he is.

He was another deaf guy with a deaf guy's needs.

And he went off to... a quiet place.

Although, I suppose that wouldn't make much difference.

# "Good Vibrations" - Beach Boys

# I... I love the colourful clothes she wears

# And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair

# I hear the sound of a gentle word

# On the wind that lifts her perfume through the air

# I'm picking up good vibrations

# She's giving me excitations

-# I'm picking up good vibrations

-# Oom bop bop, good vibrations

-# She's giving me excitations

-# Oom bop bop, excitations

-# Good, good, good

-# Oom bop bop

-# Good vibrations

-# She's giving me excitations

-# Oom bop bop, excitations

-# Good, good, good, good vibrations

-# Oom bop bop

-# She's giving me excitations

-# Oom bop bop, excitations

# Close my eyes

# She's somehow closer now

# Softly smile, I know she must be kind

# When I look in her eyes

# She goes with me to a blossom world

# I'm picking up good vibrations

# She's giving me excitations #

# "Need To Feel Loved" - Reflekt # Come and catch a fire

# Don't let me fade away

# Come and catch a fire, baby

# Don't let me fade away

# Come and catch a feeling

# It's electrifying me

# With eyes wide open

# I'm dreaming

# Breathe for me, baby

# Don't wake before I'm down

# Free falling, baby

# Don't wake before I'm down

# Come and touch me, baby

# I need to be loved

# Come and hold me, baby

# I need to feel loved

# I'm in love, in love, in love

# I'm in love, in love, in love

# I'm in love

# I'm in love

# I'm in love, in love, in love

# I'm in love, in love, in love

# I'm in love

# I'm in love

# Come and touch me, baby

# I need to be loved

# Come and hold me, baby

# I need to feel loved

# I need to feel loved

# I need to feel loved

# I need to feel loved