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THIS PROGRAMME CONTAINS VERY STRONG LANGUAGE | 0:00:04 | 0:00:08 | |
Joe! I need for you to come inside now! | 0:00:10 | 0:00:14 | |
Comin'! | 0:00:14 | 0:00:15 | |
No, now! | 0:00:15 | 0:00:17 | |
Your father's having one of his turns. | 0:00:17 | 0:00:19 | |
-HE SHOUTS: -In a minute! | 0:00:19 | 0:00:21 | |
-FROM GRAMOPHONE: -'..A minute... A minute... A minute...' | 0:00:21 | 0:00:27 | |
'A minute... A minute... A minute... A minute...' | 0:00:27 | 0:00:32 | |
'60s BEAT MUSIC | 0:00:45 | 0:00:52 | |
TV: 'Next week on Harper's West One, special guest star | 0:02:14 | 0:02:17 | |
'John Leyton, star of Biggles as you've never seen him before. | 0:02:17 | 0:02:20 | |
'That's Thursday, eight o'clock, Harper's West One.' | 0:02:20 | 0:02:23 | |
RADIO: '..and a very special good morning to the housewife at number 26...' | 0:02:37 | 0:02:41 | |
Hello? | 0:02:41 | 0:02:42 | |
-Would sir need any assistance? -I'm... They're recording my song. | 0:02:47 | 0:02:51 | |
Well, then, you'll do. I need to have a word about my ceiling. | 0:02:51 | 0:02:54 | |
-Sorry, I can't... -I'm the landlady. This is my building. -..Help. -Pardon? | 0:02:54 | 0:02:57 | |
-I can't help. I only just... -It's none of my business, | 0:02:57 | 0:02:59 | |
but they've had some very odd types up there. | 0:02:59 | 0:03:01 | |
My Albert won't stand for it. | 0:03:01 | 0:03:02 | |
As long as they keep themselves to themselves, but this takes the biscuit! | 0:03:02 | 0:03:06 | |
-What do you make of that? It's all black and treacly. -Yes. | 0:03:06 | 0:03:11 | |
-Some sort of glue. They've only been here a fortnight. -Oh, dear. | 0:03:11 | 0:03:14 | |
Had some terrible complaints from the neighbours about the noise. | 0:03:14 | 0:03:17 | |
Grown men playing silly beggars with records. | 0:03:17 | 0:03:19 | |
I only hope it doesn't add up to nothing. | 0:03:19 | 0:03:21 | |
Actually, I've already bought two. | 0:03:21 | 0:03:23 | |
You should see the state of it up there. | 0:03:23 | 0:03:25 | |
I'm never going to be able to let it again now, am I? You're a quiet one, aren't you? | 0:03:25 | 0:03:28 | |
-Sorry. Just a bit... -Shy? Not much good for a pop star. | 0:03:28 | 0:03:31 | |
-Actually, I'm classically trained. Biggles is doing my song. -Biggles? | 0:03:31 | 0:03:35 | |
-Off the telly. -Of course he is, dear. Now, come on. Let's find trouble. | 0:03:35 | 0:03:39 | |
Yes, let's. | 0:03:39 | 0:03:40 | |
How many musicians am I paying for? For God's sake. | 0:03:44 | 0:03:46 | |
Oh, Major, you'll do. I've had a disaster in my stockroom. | 0:03:46 | 0:03:49 | |
Just arrived myself, Violet, dear. | 0:03:49 | 0:03:51 | |
-Joe will be down as soon as he's spotted. -Thank you. | 0:03:51 | 0:03:53 | |
Must crack on, woman, crack on! | 0:03:53 | 0:03:55 | |
Here, I've had some very nice oxblood belts in, | 0:03:55 | 0:03:57 | |
go lovely with them brogues. | 0:03:57 | 0:03:59 | |
-Ta-ra! -Anton, isn't it? -Sorry? -Anton Hollywood, pianist? -Yes. | 0:03:59 | 0:04:03 | |
-Well, no. -Well, I'm afraid Joe's decision is final, | 0:04:03 | 0:04:05 | |
he doesn't feel you've got what it takes. | 0:04:05 | 0:04:07 | |
And if you've come for compensation, you can trot off back to wherever the hell... | 0:04:07 | 0:04:10 | |
No, it's Geoff, not just Geoff. Geoff Goddard. | 0:04:10 | 0:04:13 | |
-Oh! The author! Tunesmith! -Composer. -Composer, yes, of course. | 0:04:13 | 0:04:17 | |
The name Anton Hollywood was Joe's idea, it's not real. | 0:04:17 | 0:04:20 | |
It's a stage name. He thought he'd do a Russ Conway with me, didn't work out. | 0:04:20 | 0:04:24 | |
So you're Goddard, are you? Read Goddard, didn't think Hollywood. | 0:04:24 | 0:04:27 | |
-No, well, you wouldn't. -Don't slouch, young man! Upright! Shoulders back! | 0:04:27 | 0:04:31 | |
Splendid song! | 0:04:31 | 0:04:33 | |
(Thank you.) | 0:04:33 | 0:04:34 | |
In fact, I wanted to thank you for the opportunity, really. | 0:04:34 | 0:04:40 | |
-This is a very good...opportunity. And... -Very touching. | 0:04:40 | 0:04:44 | |
It's Joe you should thank. He's the one that spotted your talent. | 0:04:44 | 0:04:46 | |
I know Fanny Adams about the tunes. I just pull the purse strings. | 0:04:46 | 0:04:50 | |
-I'm in plastics. -Really? -Yes, my son took me to a record shop, selling like hot cakes. | 0:04:50 | 0:04:54 | |
What's his name? Lonnie? Larry? Big nose, curly hair, plays the broom. | 0:04:54 | 0:04:57 | |
-Donegan? Lonnie Donegan? -That's the chap! Expanding market, see? | 0:04:57 | 0:05:02 | |
Good business opportunity. Met Joe, thought, "That's my boy. | 0:05:02 | 0:05:06 | |
"He knows his Indians." Anyway, it's him you should thank. | 0:05:06 | 0:05:09 | |
TOILET FLUSHING | 0:05:09 | 0:05:11 | |
< That'll be the last time anyone uses that this morning. | 0:05:11 | 0:05:15 | |
< Carry on singing, I'll be back in a minute. | 0:05:15 | 0:05:17 | |
Oh, hello, Geoff! I know what you're thinking, why are they singing in the toilet? | 0:05:17 | 0:05:21 | |
Well, once I've worked my magic and added some reverb, | 0:05:21 | 0:05:24 | |
it'll sound more like a...like a cathedral! Do you need to go? | 0:05:24 | 0:05:27 | |
-No. It would be embarrassing in front of everyone singing. -Speaking of which, backup singers, that is. | 0:05:27 | 0:05:31 | |
-I've had a quick look at the figures. Are you sure you need them? -Course we need them! -And an orchestra? | 0:05:31 | 0:05:36 | |
Oh, it's hardly an orchestra. Two violins and Charles on his mum's old cello. You all right, Charles? | 0:05:36 | 0:05:43 | |
-I've been better. -Harper's West One is getting 10 million viewers. | 0:05:43 | 0:05:48 | |
They're all going to hear Geoff's song, it's our first good chance for a hit, so it can't be shoddy. | 0:05:48 | 0:05:53 | |
Have you...? | 0:05:53 | 0:05:54 | |
VIOLINIST: (I think we should leave.) | 0:05:54 | 0:05:55 | |
-Have you read the West One script yet? -No. | 0:05:55 | 0:05:57 | |
-Well, John plays a pop singer called Johnny Sincere. Isn't that a great name? -Top drawer! | 0:05:57 | 0:06:03 | |
-And he opens a record department with your song. -Who'd have thought, Biggles? -He's Ginger. -Sorry? | 0:06:03 | 0:06:10 | |
Johnny Leyton in Biggles. Plays Ginger. Boy's a big fan. | 0:06:10 | 0:06:12 | |
BANGING AND SHOUTING | 0:06:12 | 0:06:15 | |
Geoff, come here. Excuse me, Charles, ladies. | 0:06:20 | 0:06:24 | |
Take the speaker, point it out that window towards the backyard. | 0:06:24 | 0:06:27 | |
All the other windows are soundproofed. And I'll need that. | 0:06:27 | 0:06:31 | |
Drop dead, you silly, old fucker! | 0:06:31 | 0:06:33 | |
-Oh, God! -All right, you can close the window and put the speaker back, now. There's a love. | 0:06:33 | 0:06:37 | |
Is he coming down? > | 0:06:37 | 0:06:39 | |
-Can you talk to her? I'm far too busy right now. -Yes, it's best you crack on. | 0:06:39 | 0:06:42 | |
Well done, Geoff, I hope we'll be seeing a lot more of you. | 0:06:43 | 0:06:46 | |
-LANDLADY SHOUTS: -Joe! | 0:06:46 | 0:06:48 | |
He gave you that speech about not slouching, didn't he? | 0:06:48 | 0:06:52 | |
I'm sorry about Anton Hollywood, Geoff. You could have been Reading's own Liberace. | 0:06:52 | 0:06:56 | |
That would have been nice(!) | 0:06:56 | 0:06:58 | |
But the real Liberace don't make those little piggy, grunty noises when he plays, does he? | 0:06:58 | 0:07:01 | |
Really, it's fine. | 0:07:01 | 0:07:03 | |
They're awkward to record around, ugly to watch. Shame. You're a wonderful musician. | 0:07:03 | 0:07:08 | |
-Lovely looking boy. -Well, I'm sure this one will sound wonderful. I wanted to thank you. | 0:07:08 | 0:07:12 | |
-No need to thank me, Geoff. It's a good tune. -You did such a wonderful job with Lonnie Donegan. | 0:07:12 | 0:07:17 | |
SKIFFLE MUSIC | 0:07:17 | 0:07:18 | |
# He's putting on the agony | 0:07:18 | 0:07:20 | |
# Putting on the style | 0:07:20 | 0:07:22 | |
# That's what all the young folks are doing all the while. # | 0:07:22 | 0:07:28 | |
MUSIC STOPS ABRUPTLY | 0:07:28 | 0:07:29 | |
Well, the royalties from those tunes helped set this place up. | 0:07:29 | 0:07:32 | |
-Let's hope you get some royalties from your little tune. -Well, that would be nice. | 0:07:32 | 0:07:36 | |
CAR HORNS | 0:07:36 | 0:07:37 | |
I know it's a little impractical, with the stairs and the traffic, but... | 0:07:37 | 0:07:41 | |
It's got a very strong...energy. | 0:07:41 | 0:07:43 | |
Yes! I was going to say that. | 0:07:43 | 0:07:45 | |
TRAFFIC NOISE | 0:07:45 | 0:07:48 | |
-Keep your hair on! -How would you like a smack in the mouth? | 0:07:48 | 0:07:50 | |
THUNDER | 0:07:50 | 0:07:52 | |
Can I ask? I don't mean to be rude. Something unusual I heard about you. | 0:07:55 | 0:08:00 | |
Go on, I won't bite. | 0:08:00 | 0:08:02 | |
About you and Buddy Holly. About his death. Your prediction. | 0:08:02 | 0:08:07 | |
Yeah. Well, it came to me. A message. | 0:08:07 | 0:08:10 | |
-A warning for Buddy. -Tragedy. Great loss. | 0:08:10 | 0:08:12 | |
I give him a note backstage. I warned him. I told him the date. | 0:08:12 | 0:08:16 | |
If only he'd listened. | 0:08:18 | 0:08:20 | |
-Do you still try to...communicate? -When I have time. | 0:08:20 | 0:08:23 | |
LOUD VOICES | 0:08:23 | 0:08:24 | |
-Perhaps you'd like to join me? -I'd love to. | 0:08:24 | 0:08:27 | |
Here comes the cavalry. | 0:08:27 | 0:08:29 | |
-You selfish, skinny runt. -Those bastard stairs. I've done me sodding back. -You can shut your cakehole. | 0:08:29 | 0:08:33 | |
I've got to bring the rest of the kit up, yet. | 0:08:33 | 0:08:35 | |
-It's not the kit, it's having to lug that fat arse. -Watch your mouth! | 0:08:35 | 0:08:39 | |
-Watch your diet! -You want to fuck right off! -Ladies and gentlemen, Flanagan and Allen. | 0:08:39 | 0:08:42 | |
-Oi, Joe, it's pissing down out there. -Really? | 0:08:42 | 0:08:45 | |
-Has anybody got a towel? I'm drenched. -I'm going to have a crap. | 0:08:45 | 0:08:48 | |
-I'll bring a towel back down with me. -No, you won't. I have a girl singing backing up there. | 0:08:48 | 0:08:52 | |
-It's vital for her singing that she's able to breathe in. -Who's got the arse now? | 0:08:52 | 0:08:57 | |
FARTING | 0:08:57 | 0:08:59 | |
Nearly shat meself! | 0:08:59 | 0:09:00 | |
You do that again, I'll find something to plug the hole with! | 0:09:00 | 0:09:03 | |
This is the band. | 0:09:03 | 0:09:05 | |
What they lack in looks, they make up for in charm. | 0:09:05 | 0:09:07 | |
I've warned you about those ridiculous costumes! | 0:09:07 | 0:09:10 | |
Now...! Oh, good God, what is that! It's like a rotting trout! Come here, take those off right now! | 0:09:10 | 0:09:16 | |
SINGER WARMING UP | 0:09:16 | 0:09:18 | |
Good Lord! | 0:09:18 | 0:09:20 | |
-And you are? -Singing. -Of course. -Sorry about that. | 0:09:20 | 0:09:25 | |
-Last time I got pissed on in this getup, my nipples and armpits went all black. -You are a soapy bastard. | 0:09:25 | 0:09:30 | |
-Joe, I thought we discussed this? -Oh, shush! | 0:09:30 | 0:09:32 | |
Took a week to get the stains off. Carbolic, I had to use. | 0:09:32 | 0:09:35 | |
Why don't you use an umbrella? | 0:09:35 | 0:09:37 | |
-Cos cowboys didn't have umbrellas. -No, and I bet they didn't have black armpits, either. | 0:09:37 | 0:09:41 | |
-Take off those ridiculous cowboy suits! -They look wonderful. | 0:09:41 | 0:09:45 | |
-I will not pay another fine for their antics! -Marvellous publicity. | 0:09:45 | 0:09:48 | |
-Getting your collar felt isn't marvellous. -No-one felt your collar. | 0:09:48 | 0:09:51 | |
No, they get all black fingers. | 0:09:51 | 0:09:52 | |
I don't see how a brush with the law can be bad press for a band called The Outlaws. Can it, Geoff? | 0:09:52 | 0:09:57 | |
I don't know what anyone's talking about, or who anyone is. | 0:09:57 | 0:10:00 | |
Oh, really, Joe! Geoffrey, Billy Kuy, Mr Clem Cattini. | 0:10:00 | 0:10:02 | |
-And the smelly bastard's Chas Hodges. -The Outlaws! | 0:10:02 | 0:10:05 | |
-This is Geoff, he wrote the song. -Hope you like it. | 0:10:05 | 0:10:08 | |
-Oh, it's your song? Lovely! -Thank you. | 0:10:08 | 0:10:10 | |
So you're not really cowboys? | 0:10:10 | 0:10:13 | |
-No. -You want to watch him, he'll have you on top of a 19 bus with your pants round your ankles | 0:10:13 | 0:10:17 | |
if he thinks it'll shift a few records. | 0:10:17 | 0:10:19 | |
-Would he? -Is that entirely necessary? | 0:10:19 | 0:10:21 | |
Last month, when we released Swing Low as a single? | 0:10:21 | 0:10:23 | |
Joe had us in all the clobber, on a fucking stagecoach, | 0:10:23 | 0:10:25 | |
driving around Piccadilly, blasting out the tune. | 0:10:25 | 0:10:28 | |
Then he turns around, and says, "I know, why don't we stick up the HMV and nick our own record!" | 0:10:28 | 0:10:32 | |
We burst in, these two cowards fuck off! | 0:10:32 | 0:10:34 | |
I'm left there, with a cap gun up the counter girl's hooter like The Lone Wanker. | 0:10:34 | 0:10:38 | |
Marvellous press! | 0:10:38 | 0:10:39 | |
-Yet, but guess what? -Never even heard of us. | 0:10:39 | 0:10:41 | |
I had to play the racket to the desk sergeant to keep you out of prison! | 0:10:54 | 0:10:57 | |
Now, all of you change out of these outfits immediately! | 0:10:57 | 0:10:59 | |
< Coo-ey! Joe? | 0:10:59 | 0:11:02 | |
Joe, look! Oh, hello, boys! | 0:11:02 | 0:11:04 | |
Afternoon, Mrs Jensen, all right? | 0:11:04 | 0:11:05 | |
-Lovely shirts. Don't you look smart? -Thanks. -You're all wet. Should have used a brolly. | 0:11:05 | 0:11:09 | |
ALL: Cowboys didn't have brollies. | 0:11:09 | 0:11:11 | |
Now, look. I know you're busy, but I've got a bone to pick with you, and you. | 0:11:11 | 0:11:14 | |
What have you done to my windows? | 0:11:14 | 0:11:15 | |
My stock room ceiling's all black and treacly, and Mr Brolin's downstairs in his pyjamas. | 0:11:17 | 0:11:21 | |
-He says you swore at him. -He started it! | 0:11:21 | 0:11:23 | |
-Pardon? -He yelled at me, and I yelled back. | 0:11:23 | 0:11:25 | |
I can't repeat in front of these young boys the type of filthy language he was using. | 0:11:25 | 0:11:28 | |
That's what a recording studio is for, is it? | 0:11:28 | 0:11:30 | |
Give you two the chance to play silly buggers and scare my neighbours? | 0:11:30 | 0:11:33 | |
He's ever so upset, he works shifts! | 0:11:33 | 0:11:35 | |
Yeah, don't we all! Shut up! | 0:11:35 | 0:11:36 | |
-If he can't take it, he shouldn't dish it out. -Yeah, well, what about my ceiling? | 0:11:36 | 0:11:40 | |
That's why your ceiling is all black and treacly, | 0:11:40 | 0:11:42 | |
cos I poured a tin of liquid rubber through the floorboards. For soundproofing. | 0:11:42 | 0:11:45 | |
Soundproofing, you see! It's for the greater good. | 0:11:45 | 0:11:48 | |
Gave me ever such a stir. It's all gone runny, and there's flies sticking to it. | 0:11:48 | 0:11:51 | |
Don't fret, Violet, dear. We'll have someone pop round and rub that rubber off. | 0:11:51 | 0:11:55 | |
But it will have to be later on. | 0:11:55 | 0:11:56 | |
I do have a major television star, John Leyton, coming round any second now. | 0:11:56 | 0:12:00 | |
As you can see, I'm rushed off my feet. | 0:12:00 | 0:12:02 | |
Him off Biggles? Now I understand. Yes, sorry. I thought you were a bit soft. | 0:12:02 | 0:12:05 | |
Oh, I'd love to meet him! | 0:12:05 | 0:12:07 | |
You'll have all the big stars passing through here, Violet. | 0:12:07 | 0:12:09 | |
Why don't you pop downstairs, make a nice pot of tea and the Major can introduce you when he gets here? | 0:12:09 | 0:12:14 | |
-I'll tell him you're sorry. -Who? -Mr Brolin, your neighbour. | 0:12:14 | 0:12:16 | |
-Tell him to shove his bin lids... -Yes, splendid. A pot of tea. After you, Violet. | 0:12:16 | 0:12:20 | |
All right, Fred. Pick us up at about three. | 0:12:23 | 0:12:26 | |
Are you sure, sir? No offence, sir. | 0:12:26 | 0:12:29 | |
-It seems like a right shithole. -Yeah, let's make it 1:30. | 0:12:29 | 0:12:34 | |
-How are we doing, boys? -Nearly there. | 0:12:34 | 0:12:36 | |
Right, I want to set up the mics downstairs, I want to be ready to go when I get back. | 0:12:36 | 0:12:40 | |
He's fucking barmy! | 0:12:40 | 0:12:42 | |
-You playing that old Joanna? -Yes. Is it in tune? | 0:12:42 | 0:12:44 | |
Doubt it. | 0:12:44 | 0:12:46 | |
What's in here? | 0:12:46 | 0:12:47 | |
Don't go in there. He'll go doolally. | 0:12:47 | 0:12:49 | |
-Why? -Because he's bonkers. | 0:12:49 | 0:12:52 | |
Because it's full of our Joe's secret, magic echo doodahs. | 0:12:52 | 0:12:56 | |
He's a loon. | 0:12:56 | 0:12:57 | |
No, no, he's not mad. He's one of your eccentrics, with his gadgets and witchcraft. He's harmless enough. | 0:12:57 | 0:13:04 | |
-Load of bollocks. -Yes, but he did predict the date. February 3rd. | 0:13:04 | 0:13:07 | |
The day of Buddy Holly's tragic accident. And warned him. | 0:13:07 | 0:13:10 | |
Yeah, he's a proper Nostra-fucking-damus. | 0:13:10 | 0:13:13 | |
-Right date, wrong year. -Fucking loon. Load of bollocks. | 0:13:13 | 0:13:16 | |
Well, it is easy to mock. | 0:13:16 | 0:13:19 | |
There are many things we do not understand. Not on this plane. | 0:13:19 | 0:13:22 | |
My involvement in spiritualism is quite serious. | 0:13:24 | 0:13:27 | |
I've been attending a weekly psychic circle for some months, now, in the hope of becoming a medium. | 0:13:27 | 0:13:32 | |
In fact, the song we are recording today, | 0:13:32 | 0:13:35 | |
came to me from the other side. | 0:13:35 | 0:13:38 | |
From beyond. | 0:13:43 | 0:13:45 | |
Fucking hell. | 0:13:45 | 0:13:46 | |
Here. You're studying to be a medium, Clem's studying to be a large. | 0:13:46 | 0:13:50 | |
Right, are we in tune and ready? John is downstairs, being talked at by Mrs Shenton. | 0:13:52 | 0:13:57 | |
-People forget that you're an actor, a trained actor, you know. -Yes. | 0:13:57 | 0:14:00 | |
I was in drama school for three years. I can play all sorts of, you know... | 0:14:00 | 0:14:04 | |
-I was playing a Cockney... -Really? -Yeah, I can... | 0:14:04 | 0:14:06 | |
Right. I want to do a sound check. A bit of noise from everyone for level. | 0:14:06 | 0:14:09 | |
INSTRUMENTS ALL PLAY AT ONCE | 0:14:09 | 0:14:11 | |
Good. Just hit a bit harder. That's good. | 0:14:11 | 0:14:15 | |
-SHOUTING: -All right, all right, all right! | 0:14:19 | 0:14:21 | |
Right, I want that moved over there, and no-one touch the mics. | 0:14:21 | 0:14:24 | |
Right, you heard the man, Biggles is arriving 0500 hours! | 0:14:24 | 0:14:27 | |
ALL SHOUT IN POSH VOICES | 0:14:27 | 0:14:29 | |
Get that out your systems for a start, cos I'm having none of it. | 0:14:29 | 0:14:32 | |
-Roger, Roger Wing Commander! -I fucking mean it! | 0:14:32 | 0:14:34 | |
Tone deaf actors, | 0:14:39 | 0:14:40 | |
midgets, bodybuilders. | 0:14:40 | 0:14:42 | |
It's a fucking pantomime. What next? Singing fucking postman? | 0:14:42 | 0:14:46 | |
Will you shut your moaning, you wet bastard. | 0:14:46 | 0:14:48 | |
-You're being paid, ain't you? -Hi, guys. John Leyton. | 0:14:48 | 0:14:52 | |
-You must be the band. -Sharp as a pin. | 0:14:52 | 0:14:54 | |
Hello, John. Lovely jacket. | 0:14:54 | 0:14:56 | |
Thanks, Joe, glad you like it. | 0:14:56 | 0:14:58 | |
I've been wearing this thing so much lately, | 0:14:58 | 0:15:00 | |
I just don't feel dressed without it. | 0:15:00 | 0:15:02 | |
-Yeah, where did you leave your goggles? -Right. Very funny. | 0:15:02 | 0:15:05 | |
-This is Geoff. He wrote the song. -Rocking tune, Geoff. | 0:15:05 | 0:15:08 | |
Where did you park your plane? | 0:15:08 | 0:15:10 | |
Same place you parked your horsey, partner. | 0:15:10 | 0:15:12 | |
Ha-ha! | 0:15:12 | 0:15:13 | |
Thanks. | 0:15:13 | 0:15:14 | |
Me and the boys have been rehearsing all afternoon. | 0:15:14 | 0:15:16 | |
-Oh, the backing singer. You all right? -Fine, thank you. | 0:15:16 | 0:15:19 | |
So, what I'd like to do is I'd like to go straight for the levels. | 0:15:19 | 0:15:22 | |
John, you're over here. | 0:15:22 | 0:15:23 | |
-Yeah, cool. Oh, Joe. -Yeah? | 0:15:28 | 0:15:32 | |
Not my business, but those instruments I passed downstairs, | 0:15:32 | 0:15:35 | |
the cello and the violins, | 0:15:35 | 0:15:37 | |
I don't think you're going to be able to hear them up here. | 0:15:37 | 0:15:40 | |
-There's microphones down there, John. That's what they do. -Really? | 0:15:40 | 0:15:44 | |
-Great. -Thank you. | 0:15:44 | 0:15:45 | |
-One, two. -Charles, I want to go straight for the level. | 0:15:47 | 0:15:51 | |
-OK! -Count them in. We'll see what it sounds like. -OK. | 0:15:51 | 0:15:55 | |
# Oh, oh | 0:16:03 | 0:16:08 | |
# Oh | 0:16:08 | 0:16:11 | |
# When the mist's a-rising And the rain is falling | 0:16:13 | 0:16:17 | |
# And the wind is blowing cold across the moor | 0:16:17 | 0:16:21 | |
# I hear the voice... | 0:16:23 | 0:16:26 | |
# I hear the voice of my darlin'... | 0:16:26 | 0:16:28 | |
-(ECHO) -Ready? | 0:16:28 | 0:16:30 | |
Will Johnny Remember Me be a hit? | 0:16:31 | 0:16:33 | |
O. | 0:16:35 | 0:16:36 | |
N. | 0:16:38 | 0:16:41 | |
E. Number one. | 0:16:42 | 0:16:44 | |
# Johnny, remember me | 0:16:48 | 0:16:53 | |
# Yes, I'll always remember | 0:16:53 | 0:17:00 | |
# Till the day I die | 0:17:00 | 0:17:03 | |
# I'll hear her cry | 0:17:03 | 0:17:07 | |
# Johnny, remember me | 0:17:07 | 0:17:13 | |
# Ah-ah | 0:17:15 | 0:17:18 | |
# Ah-ah-ah | 0:17:18 | 0:17:21 | |
# Ah ah ah-ah | 0:17:21 | 0:17:25 | |
# Ah ah-ah | 0:17:25 | 0:17:28 | |
# Well, some day, I guess | 0:17:32 | 0:17:34 | |
# I'll find myself another little girl | 0:17:34 | 0:17:38 | |
# To take the place of my true love | 0:17:38 | 0:17:41 | |
# But as long as I live I know | 0:17:41 | 0:17:45 | |
# I'll hear her singing in the sighing of the wind | 0:17:45 | 0:17:48 | |
# Blowin' in the tree tops way above me | 0:17:48 | 0:17:55 | |
# Johnny, remember me... # | 0:17:55 | 0:18:01 | |
You come back here again, I'll cut your bollocks off! | 0:18:10 | 0:18:13 | |
And don't forget your amp! | 0:18:13 | 0:18:15 | |
You avaricious pig! | 0:18:17 | 0:18:19 | |
All I did was ask for my money. He's fucking mad. | 0:18:19 | 0:18:21 | |
You're fucking mad! | 0:18:21 | 0:18:23 | |
Move, move. | 0:18:26 | 0:18:28 | |
Sorry about that. | 0:18:31 | 0:18:33 | |
Now, where were we? | 0:18:33 | 0:18:35 | |
Well, I was thinking something like this. | 0:18:35 | 0:18:38 | |
Piano's sounding a bit odd, a bit strange. | 0:18:42 | 0:18:45 | |
I put some drawing pins in on the hammers. It adds a bit of sparkle. | 0:18:45 | 0:18:48 | |
Hm. Sparkle? Yes. Wonderfully clever. | 0:18:48 | 0:18:52 | |
See, what I want | 0:18:53 | 0:18:55 | |
is a...a sort of Tornados' theme tune | 0:18:55 | 0:18:59 | |
so they can have their own solo slot before Billy Fury comes on. | 0:18:59 | 0:19:03 | |
So, like the... | 0:19:03 | 0:19:06 | |
The Shadows have Apache before Cliff. | 0:19:06 | 0:19:10 | |
Does it have to sound Red Indian? | 0:19:10 | 0:19:12 | |
PLAYS A FEW NOTES | 0:19:12 | 0:19:14 | |
No, not really. | 0:19:14 | 0:19:17 | |
Have a go on that. | 0:19:17 | 0:19:19 | |
It's a... | 0:19:19 | 0:19:21 | |
clavioline. | 0:19:21 | 0:19:23 | |
It only plays one note at a time | 0:19:23 | 0:19:25 | |
but it might be good for the main theme. | 0:19:25 | 0:19:27 | |
Ooh, I like it. | 0:19:28 | 0:19:30 | |
Sounds odd. Aloof. | 0:19:30 | 0:19:33 | |
I like that word, "aloof." | 0:19:34 | 0:19:36 | |
PHONE RINGS | 0:19:36 | 0:19:41 | |
Don't worry, it will come to us. | 0:19:41 | 0:19:44 | |
Hello, RGM. Oh yeah, it's me, put him on. | 0:19:46 | 0:19:50 | |
Joe? Larry. Joe. | 0:19:50 | 0:19:52 | |
I know how much you would love to record Billy Fury | 0:19:52 | 0:19:56 | |
and we've considered your offer | 0:19:56 | 0:19:57 | |
but, unfortunately, we won't be recording with you. | 0:19:57 | 0:20:01 | |
-Why's that? -Nothing personal, trust me. | 0:20:01 | 0:20:03 | |
Listen, your boys, The Tornados, they're doing a great job | 0:20:03 | 0:20:06 | |
backing Billy on the tour. They are ace. | 0:20:06 | 0:20:09 | |
It's just that we have our own recording arrangements. | 0:20:09 | 0:20:11 | |
-Not good enough for him? -Joe, Joe. | 0:20:11 | 0:20:14 | |
Please, let's keep this professional. | 0:20:14 | 0:20:16 | |
We have had a number one. | 0:20:16 | 0:20:19 | |
(MOCKINGLY) Yes, Joe. You did. | 0:20:19 | 0:20:21 | |
And I look after a dozen boys, | 0:20:21 | 0:20:22 | |
any one of which can do what your boy does. | 0:20:22 | 0:20:24 | |
Oh, really? Well, good luck to them. | 0:20:24 | 0:20:26 | |
Upstairs. It's on the latch. | 0:20:29 | 0:20:31 | |
Listen, Joe. Let me tell you something. | 0:20:31 | 0:20:33 | |
You may manage the tour, you may manage The Tornados, but you do not | 0:20:33 | 0:20:38 | |
manage Billy Fury and I don't see Billy Fury recording in your toilet. | 0:20:38 | 0:20:43 | |
God... | 0:20:48 | 0:20:50 | |
Can I help you? | 0:21:05 | 0:21:07 | |
-Who are you? -I'm Heinz. | 0:21:10 | 0:21:13 | |
I met Cliff Bennett backstage at the Palace Ballroom in Southampton, | 0:21:13 | 0:21:18 | |
said I should come and see you, like, you know, and audition. | 0:21:18 | 0:21:22 | |
Said he'd have a word, like, you know, | 0:21:22 | 0:21:24 | |
said he'd put in a word for me. | 0:21:24 | 0:21:26 | |
Said if I used his name, it'd be all right, I could just turn up. | 0:21:27 | 0:21:31 | |
You know, no appointment. | 0:21:32 | 0:21:35 | |
Did he? That's nice of him. | 0:21:35 | 0:21:37 | |
Yeah? | 0:21:37 | 0:21:39 | |
So, where did you say you were from? | 0:21:41 | 0:21:44 | |
Near Southampton. | 0:21:45 | 0:21:46 | |
-And what is it that you do? -Bacon slicer. -Really? How useful. | 0:21:46 | 0:21:49 | |
Oh, sorry. You meant... Yeah. | 0:21:49 | 0:21:52 | |
I sing. And I play a bit of bass. | 0:21:53 | 0:21:57 | |
Tell you what. | 0:21:57 | 0:21:58 | |
Why don't you pop to the shops and get me a jar of coffee. | 0:21:58 | 0:22:02 | |
-Instant all right? -Joe, I really think I found a nice little melody. | 0:22:02 | 0:22:06 | |
-Here's ten bob. Get me a couple of packs of Preludin. -Right. | 0:22:06 | 0:22:11 | |
-What's that? -Preludin, you get it in the chemists. | 0:22:11 | 0:22:13 | |
It's slimming tablets. | 0:22:13 | 0:22:14 | |
You're on a diet? | 0:22:14 | 0:22:16 | |
No. I'm just going to be very busy, that's all. | 0:22:16 | 0:22:20 | |
Pop back in an hour, I'll see if I can fit you in. | 0:22:20 | 0:22:22 | |
Right, ta. Great. | 0:22:22 | 0:22:24 | |
Hour. | 0:22:24 | 0:22:25 | |
-Lady cream. -Preludin! -Yeah. | 0:22:25 | 0:22:28 | |
He's eager, isn't he? | 0:22:33 | 0:22:35 | |
-Can't say I noticed. -Right, back to work. | 0:22:35 | 0:22:39 | |
'From a ground station...' | 0:23:04 | 0:23:06 | |
-Did you put sugar in it? -Um...yeah. | 0:23:06 | 0:23:10 | |
'An historic feat that could reshape man's future. | 0:23:10 | 0:23:13 | |
'That satellite, of course, is the Telstar, | 0:23:13 | 0:23:16 | |
'170 pounds of complex electronic equipment that receives signals | 0:23:16 | 0:23:20 | |
'beamed from Earth, magnifies them ten billion times | 0:23:20 | 0:23:23 | |
'and rebroadcasts them...' | 0:23:23 | 0:23:25 | |
'..Telstar, if you were with us earlier this evening, | 0:23:25 | 0:23:28 | |
'you'll know what this is. | 0:23:28 | 0:23:29 | |
'It is the near miracle satellite now in orbit in space, | 0:23:29 | 0:23:32 | |
'which we hope in just one hour from now on this very programme | 0:23:32 | 0:23:36 | |
'is going to transmit to us | 0:23:36 | 0:23:38 | |
'the first ever live public television pictures | 0:23:38 | 0:23:40 | |
'from the United States... | 0:23:40 | 0:23:42 | |
'I can see from where I'm sitting, | 0:23:42 | 0:23:44 | |
'let's go over live to Goonhilly in Cornwall. | 0:23:44 | 0:23:46 | |
'Thank you, Richard. There is an unmistakable image. That is a man's face. | 0:23:46 | 0:23:50 | |
'That's the first live television picture across the Atlantic...' | 0:23:50 | 0:23:53 | |
'What does the future hold? Scientists visualise | 0:23:53 | 0:23:56 | |
'a belt of Telstars encircling the globe | 0:23:56 | 0:23:58 | |
'in such a manner that transmissions will be continuous around the world. | 0:23:58 | 0:24:02 | |
-ECHOING: -'Photographic communication... miracle... Telstar...' | 0:24:04 | 0:24:09 | |
HE HUMS TO HIMSELF | 0:24:13 | 0:24:21 | |
ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC | 0:24:29 | 0:24:32 | |
HE SINGS A TUNE BADLY | 0:24:38 | 0:24:42 | |
HE SINGS A TUNE BADLY WITH ECHO SOUND EFFECT | 0:24:47 | 0:24:55 | |
I can't possibly play guitar to this. | 0:25:01 | 0:25:04 | |
I've never heard the like. | 0:25:11 | 0:25:13 | |
Well, he can't play any instruments, so he has to hum those fucking tapes. | 0:25:13 | 0:25:17 | |
Clem, I don't want it on the ride. I want it on the hi-hat. | 0:25:17 | 0:25:22 | |
I'm on the hi-hat! | 0:25:22 | 0:25:25 | |
-Then play it closed. -I played it closed! | 0:25:25 | 0:25:29 | |
Then play it better! | 0:25:31 | 0:25:33 | |
-Oh, OK, then(!) -Right, well, then fucking get on with it, then. | 0:25:33 | 0:25:37 | |
You. | 0:25:37 | 0:25:38 | |
# Twang, twang, twang | 0:25:38 | 0:25:40 | |
# Twang, twang-twang twang, twang... # | 0:25:40 | 0:25:42 | |
Pardon? | 0:25:42 | 0:25:44 | |
# ..Twang, twang-twang... # | 0:25:44 | 0:25:45 | |
Look, we've got to be at Great Yarmouth by six. By rights, we should be off inside an hour. | 0:25:45 | 0:25:50 | |
# Twang-twang-twang... # | 0:25:50 | 0:25:52 | |
Right, that's it, that's it, you play that. | 0:25:52 | 0:25:54 | |
You play what you always fucking play. | 0:25:54 | 0:25:57 | |
Dum, dum, dum. Tighter, tighter. | 0:25:57 | 0:25:59 | |
Right, that's not bad. Stop, stop! | 0:26:04 | 0:26:06 | |
I want eight bars of that. Twice. | 0:26:06 | 0:26:08 | |
-We never had this trouble with Johnny Kidd. -I'll bet. | 0:26:11 | 0:26:15 | |
-Never recorded over a handbag shop. -Yeah, it's unusual, isn't it? | 0:26:15 | 0:26:18 | |
Always used to have to wear a suit to the studio. | 0:26:18 | 0:26:21 | |
Riveting. | 0:26:21 | 0:26:22 | |
GET ON WITH IT! | 0:26:23 | 0:26:25 | |
Sorry, mate. No cue lights. | 0:26:25 | 0:26:26 | |
CRACKLING We present...Navy Lark... | 0:26:35 | 0:26:37 | |
BANGING | 0:26:39 | 0:26:40 | |
What are you doing? | 0:26:46 | 0:26:48 | |
-Drumming. -Bum titty bum titty bum titty bum! | 0:26:48 | 0:26:51 | |
-BANGING -Look, no hands! | 0:26:51 | 0:26:54 | |
Joe, can I have a word? | 0:26:54 | 0:26:57 | |
I'm recording! | 0:26:58 | 0:26:59 | |
You'd better look at me! | 0:27:00 | 0:27:01 | |
-Carry on, then. -JOE!!! -Oh, fucking come on... | 0:27:01 | 0:27:06 | |
JOE!!! | 0:27:06 | 0:27:08 | |
Keep practising. I'll be back in a minute. | 0:27:08 | 0:27:10 | |
Joe, we ain't got the time. I don't want to piss Larry off. | 0:27:10 | 0:27:12 | |
Well, fuck Larry Parnes! And fuck Billy Fury! This is my tour. | 0:27:12 | 0:27:18 | |
You are my band. And you will stay sat there till I say. | 0:27:18 | 0:27:21 | |
He only started the Tornados so he could try and lure Billy Fury into his khazi. | 0:27:31 | 0:27:35 | |
Never had any of this with the Pirates. | 0:27:36 | 0:27:38 | |
You should always have more than one string to your bow, Patrick. Duck? | 0:27:45 | 0:27:50 | |
Keep it. | 0:27:51 | 0:27:52 | |
-Thank you, sir. -These ducks are cheap. Not like these tapes. | 0:27:53 | 0:27:56 | |
What does he want more for? | 0:27:56 | 0:27:58 | |
Don't know, sir. Recording? | 0:27:58 | 0:28:01 | |
-Hello, boys. How's the noise? -All right? -Hello, matey. | 0:28:08 | 0:28:13 | |
-Are we off, then? -Allegedly. -What? -About an hour. -We hope. | 0:28:13 | 0:28:19 | |
Well, what do you think of the whistle, then? | 0:28:19 | 0:28:24 | |
-Very smart. -He just left it in my room. | 0:28:24 | 0:28:27 | |
-I don't know about that tie, though. -What about it? | 0:28:27 | 0:28:30 | |
-I don't know, it's a bit, you know. Isn't it, Alan? -What? -The tie. -Oh, yeah. | 0:28:30 | 0:28:33 | |
-What's wrong with it? -Nothing, it's fine, it's fine. | 0:28:33 | 0:28:36 | |
No, you're right. It's a bit... I'll just go upstairs and change it. | 0:28:36 | 0:28:41 | |
Suit yourself. | 0:28:41 | 0:28:42 | |
Handy living upstairs. | 0:28:46 | 0:28:48 | |
Yeah. | 0:28:48 | 0:28:50 | |
Too fucking handy. | 0:28:50 | 0:28:52 | |
Soppy as a box of frogs. I wouldn't mind if he could play. | 0:28:52 | 0:28:55 | |
He plays bass like he's wearing boxing gloves. | 0:28:55 | 0:28:58 | |
It's when the valve shorts out. It picks up the guitar amp. | 0:28:58 | 0:29:00 | |
Sorry to bother you. I was listening to the Navy Lark. | 0:29:00 | 0:29:03 | |
It all went funny and fuzzy like that. | 0:29:03 | 0:29:06 | |
And then a high-pitched wheeeee sound, I couldn't believe my ears. | 0:29:06 | 0:29:09 | |
And then it all went quiet, and then suddenly all hell let loose. | 0:29:09 | 0:29:12 | |
I thought, that's not Jon Pertwee. | 0:29:12 | 0:29:14 | |
Right, well, I will have it sounding clear as a bell. | 0:29:14 | 0:29:16 | |
-Afternoon, Joe. -Oh, look, Father bloody Christmas! | 0:29:17 | 0:29:22 | |
-Ponce. -Who? -Change me tie? I haven't been home since Wednesday. | 0:29:22 | 0:29:26 | |
Can't remember the last time I changed my pants. | 0:29:26 | 0:29:28 | |
Blood out of a stone! Patrick, put them in the office and put the kettle on. | 0:29:28 | 0:29:33 | |
Those tapes aren't to be trifled with. They're expensive. | 0:29:33 | 0:29:36 | |
I'm not to be trifled with! | 0:29:36 | 0:29:37 | |
Begging for tapes is not what number one record producers do. | 0:29:37 | 0:29:41 | |
It'll take a while for the revenue from your hits to actually appear. | 0:29:41 | 0:29:44 | |
What am I supposed to do in the meantime, play conkers? | 0:29:44 | 0:29:47 | |
No, but come along, Joe. I want to expand, but one step at a time. | 0:29:47 | 0:29:51 | |
You've got Patrick now as a full-time office assistant. | 0:29:51 | 0:29:54 | |
Oh, well, whoop-de-fucking-do, Mr Rockefeller(!) | 0:29:54 | 0:29:56 | |
Joe, Joe there's a... Sorry, Major, sir. There's a phone call for you. | 0:29:56 | 0:30:01 | |
-It's Brian Epstein. -Shit. -About the demos. -Yeah, yeah, yeah. | 0:30:01 | 0:30:05 | |
He's got this Merseybeat combo. They're rubbish. | 0:30:05 | 0:30:08 | |
Right, you bastards, I'll be back in five minutes. Keep practising. | 0:30:08 | 0:30:12 | |
You, don't go in there. | 0:30:12 | 0:30:13 | |
Major, can I have a word? | 0:30:17 | 0:30:19 | |
Sir, we've got to be in Great Yarmouth by six. | 0:30:21 | 0:30:23 | |
-If we don't head off now, we're buggered. -That's up to Joe. | 0:30:23 | 0:30:27 | |
-I haven't seen daylight for two days. -Well, believe me, it hasn't changed much. | 0:30:27 | 0:30:30 | |
He's got this track that don't make sense. | 0:30:30 | 0:30:32 | |
He'll have us banging on until we miss the Billy Fury gig. It's not rational. | 0:30:32 | 0:30:36 | |
He has been terribly moody. | 0:30:36 | 0:30:38 | |
-And after what happened to Billy... -Greedy little bastard. | 0:30:38 | 0:30:41 | |
No-one gets royalties. You're all on session fees. Seven pounds, six shillings. | 0:30:41 | 0:30:45 | |
Does that include being attacked with scissors and thrown down the stairs? | 0:30:45 | 0:30:49 | |
-I would have chucked him out a window. -He could have killed him. How do you think Alan feels? | 0:30:49 | 0:30:52 | |
-He's Billy's replacement. What will happen to him? -Oh, cheers! | 0:30:52 | 0:30:55 | |
Or any of us. Well, except blond rinse upstairs. | 0:30:55 | 0:30:58 | |
Which is another thing. He's treated like Presley and fucking clueless. | 0:30:58 | 0:31:02 | |
-He don't know a flat from a house. -Are you quite finished? | 0:31:02 | 0:31:04 | |
Yeah. | 0:31:06 | 0:31:07 | |
Then let me remind you that Joe is your recording manager. | 0:31:10 | 0:31:13 | |
And as such, he will decide when he records and with whom. | 0:31:13 | 0:31:16 | |
And I should think that you could afford yourself a little faith in his judgement. | 0:31:16 | 0:31:21 | |
This whole Merseybeat thing, it's a fad. | 0:31:21 | 0:31:23 | |
But good luck with the demo, and please, send my love to the boys. | 0:31:23 | 0:31:28 | |
Bye now. | 0:31:28 | 0:31:31 | |
Leyton has buggered off to Hollywood, and Joe is still searching for the next hit. | 0:31:31 | 0:31:35 | |
Not just for himself, but for all of us. | 0:31:35 | 0:31:37 | |
So when you're down at the pub or playing darts or whatever it is | 0:31:37 | 0:31:40 | |
you boys do, Joe is working. | 0:31:40 | 0:31:43 | |
Constantly working. The boy's a genius. | 0:31:43 | 0:31:46 | |
So if your feelings are hurt, it is of very little consequence to me. | 0:31:47 | 0:31:52 | |
Do I make myself clear? | 0:31:52 | 0:31:54 | |
Yes. | 0:31:55 | 0:31:56 | |
Good. Carry on, then. | 0:31:56 | 0:31:59 | |
Patrick, if that northern idiot calls back, tell him I'm busy. | 0:31:59 | 0:32:02 | |
-Anything to report? -Poor Brian. | 0:32:02 | 0:32:04 | |
He's a lovely man, but he don't have a clue what the kids want. | 0:32:04 | 0:32:07 | |
PATRICK!! | 0:32:08 | 0:32:09 | |
Well, I'll be leaving, then. Just thought I'd pop round. | 0:32:10 | 0:32:13 | |
-And spy. -I just wanted to see where all those tapes were going. | 0:32:13 | 0:32:16 | |
Well, surprise, I'm recording with them. | 0:32:16 | 0:32:17 | |
-Of course you are. Goodbye. -Joe? -Call Geoff. I need him here. -Yes, chief. | 0:32:17 | 0:32:22 | |
-Have you got any of me sweeties? I'm going to finish this track if it kills me. -You should get some sleep. | 0:32:22 | 0:32:27 | |
-Dexies? -Take the money out of petty cash. -I did. | 0:32:27 | 0:32:31 | |
-You said that yesterday. -Oh, you are good. | 0:32:31 | 0:32:34 | |
-It's nice to have someone I can trust. -Coffee? -Oh, lovely. | 0:32:34 | 0:32:38 | |
Right, let's hear it. | 0:32:41 | 0:32:43 | |
-Hear what? -Oh, don't start. Bum, titty, bum, twang, twang, twang. | 0:32:43 | 0:32:46 | |
Good. Right, keep playing till I say stop. | 0:32:48 | 0:32:52 | |
SHOUTING Right, that's it. Stop. Alan, stop. | 0:33:00 | 0:33:03 | |
-Are you sure? -Yeah. | 0:33:03 | 0:33:05 | |
DISTORTED REVERBERATION | 0:33:05 | 0:33:08 | |
-Why have you stopped? -What the fuck was that silly noise? | 0:33:10 | 0:33:12 | |
-Oh, that's just for the intro. -It's bollocks. | 0:33:12 | 0:33:15 | |
-Why don't you play it? -I'm going to Yarmouth. -What? | 0:33:15 | 0:33:18 | |
You've still got the piano or whatever the fuck part it is to put down yet. | 0:33:18 | 0:33:21 | |
-For your information, Geoff is on his way to play the keyboard. -Geoff? | 0:33:21 | 0:33:24 | |
That daft prat? | 0:33:24 | 0:33:26 | |
How dare you! | 0:33:26 | 0:33:28 | |
All that song from beyond the grave bollocks. It's embarrassing. | 0:33:28 | 0:33:31 | |
Yeah, but it happens to be true. | 0:33:31 | 0:33:32 | |
I'll tell you what is true, | 0:33:32 | 0:33:33 | |
I'm calling this recording session to an end. | 0:33:33 | 0:33:36 | |
Sorry, Joe. I'm not letting everyone cop it because | 0:33:36 | 0:33:38 | |
you've got some silly bollocks idea that sounds like a lump of dog shit. | 0:33:38 | 0:33:41 | |
-Oi, gormless, we're going! -What? Oh, yeah. | 0:33:41 | 0:33:43 | |
You ungrateful bastard! | 0:33:43 | 0:33:46 | |
Right, go on then, fuck off, you fat bitch! | 0:33:46 | 0:33:48 | |
-And you, you communist cunt! -Sorry, strictly speaking,.. | 0:33:48 | 0:33:51 | |
-Fuck off! -..I'm not really a member of... -Fuck off! Fuck off! | 0:33:51 | 0:33:54 | |
Fuck off! Fuck off! | 0:33:54 | 0:33:55 | |
-Oh, you've got your new suit? -Yeah, do you like it? -It's lovely. | 0:33:57 | 0:34:02 | |
Yeah, pucker, innit? | 0:34:02 | 0:34:04 | |
-Ta. -I like that tie. That's a nice touch. -Yeah? | 0:34:04 | 0:34:07 | |
You must bring an umbrella, it might rain, you must watch your hair. | 0:34:07 | 0:34:10 | |
All right, Mum! | 0:34:10 | 0:34:12 | |
No, you're right, I don't want to get my hair fluffy. | 0:34:12 | 0:34:15 | |
Yeah, all right, then. See you. | 0:34:15 | 0:34:18 | |
Bye. | 0:34:18 | 0:34:19 | |
Bye, guy. Gotta fly. | 0:34:19 | 0:34:20 | |
Don't he look stunning? | 0:34:23 | 0:34:25 | |
Very smart. | 0:34:25 | 0:34:26 | |
-Geoff is on his way. -Good. | 0:34:26 | 0:34:28 | |
SPACE SOUND EFFECTS | 0:34:53 | 0:34:55 | |
Joe, there's a storm brewing. | 0:34:57 | 0:35:00 | |
A good omen. | 0:35:02 | 0:35:04 | |
SOUND EFFECTS CONTINUE | 0:35:04 | 0:35:07 | |
It's going to rain. | 0:35:09 | 0:35:11 | |
Joe? | 0:35:11 | 0:35:13 | |
Joe? | 0:35:16 | 0:35:17 | |
Joe? | 0:35:21 | 0:35:23 | |
-Geoff, it came to me in a dream. -What? | 0:35:23 | 0:35:26 | |
The solo slot before Billy Fury comes on. | 0:35:26 | 0:35:29 | |
Those ungrateful Tornado bastards. They just don't understand. | 0:35:29 | 0:35:32 | |
I do. Joe, it's raining, there's a storm. | 0:35:32 | 0:35:35 | |
-Just like when I recorded Johnny. -Good omen. | 0:35:35 | 0:35:37 | |
So, what's the track called? | 0:35:37 | 0:35:39 | |
-The Theme Of Telstar. -Ooh. What is it? Telstar? | 0:35:39 | 0:35:43 | |
-I've heard of that. -It's a satellite. The miracle of science. | 0:35:43 | 0:35:46 | |
It picks up invisible rays from the other side of the world, | 0:35:46 | 0:35:49 | |
then it beams them back to Earth. | 0:35:49 | 0:35:51 | |
-Like the ether. -Yes, like the ether. But...it's science. | 0:35:51 | 0:35:56 | |
PLAYS A SINGLE NOTE ON THE CLAVIOLINE | 0:35:56 | 0:35:58 | |
Right, so. We lift off. | 0:35:58 | 0:36:00 | |
# Do, do, do | 0:36:00 | 0:36:03 | |
# Do, do, do, do, do, do. # | 0:36:03 | 0:36:05 | |
Then we go up to space. | 0:36:05 | 0:36:07 | |
# Do, do, do, do, do, do, do | 0:36:07 | 0:36:10 | |
# Do... # No. | 0:36:10 | 0:36:11 | |
# ..Do, do, doooo... # | 0:36:11 | 0:36:13 | |
That's it. Then we hover. # ..Do, do, do, do do... # | 0:36:13 | 0:36:17 | |
Then we look down at Earth at all the humans. | 0:36:17 | 0:36:20 | |
# ..Do, do, do, do, do | 0:36:20 | 0:36:22 | |
# Do, do, do, do, do... # | 0:36:22 | 0:36:24 | |
That's what looking at humans would sound like. | 0:36:24 | 0:36:26 | |
I like that. Play it again. | 0:36:26 | 0:36:29 | |
GEOFF PLAYS THE CLAVIOLINE | 0:36:29 | 0:36:32 | |
And... # Do, do, do, do, do do, do, do, do | 0:36:32 | 0:36:35 | |
-# Do, do, do -Do, do, do, do, do | 0:36:35 | 0:36:38 | |
# Do, do, do, do, do... # Very bold, Joe. | 0:36:38 | 0:36:42 | |
-That's it. Do you want to hear the demo? -No. | 0:36:42 | 0:36:45 | |
MUSIC: "Telstar" | 0:36:46 | 0:36:50 | |
Ladies and gentlemen, The Tornados! | 0:37:05 | 0:37:08 | |
APPLAUSE AND CHEERING | 0:37:08 | 0:37:10 | |
MUSIC: Telstar by The Tornados | 0:37:10 | 0:37:12 | |
'Leaping up to the top spot, | 0:37:18 | 0:37:20 | |
'it's Billy Fury's backing band. In at number one with Telstar...' | 0:37:20 | 0:37:23 | |
I've got the biggest picture for a reason. | 0:37:23 | 0:37:25 | |
Yeah. It's cos I front the band. Right? | 0:37:25 | 0:37:28 | |
That means that all the responsibility is on me. | 0:37:28 | 0:37:31 | |
I understand that part of today's press conference | 0:37:31 | 0:37:34 | |
is being relayed by the Telstar communications satellite. | 0:37:34 | 0:37:37 | |
I suppose you'll be moving out now. Onwards and upwards. | 0:37:37 | 0:37:40 | |
God only knows how I'm going to let that place again. | 0:37:40 | 0:37:42 | |
Well, I don't think I'll be going anywhere just yet. | 0:37:42 | 0:37:44 | |
Truth is I've made a little home here. | 0:37:44 | 0:37:46 | |
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE | 0:37:46 | 0:37:49 | |
Your very own gold disc, Joe. Congratulations. | 0:37:54 | 0:37:57 | |
I got me the best band in the world. | 0:37:57 | 0:37:58 | |
It gives me great pleasure in presenting this unprecedented | 0:37:58 | 0:38:02 | |
second gold disc to songwriter and producer Mr Joe Meek. | 0:38:02 | 0:38:08 | |
Two million copies! | 0:38:08 | 0:38:10 | |
And the winner of the 1963 Ivor Novello Award is of course | 0:38:10 | 0:38:14 | |
the writer and producer of Telstar, Mr Joe Meek. | 0:38:14 | 0:38:19 | |
APPLAUSE | 0:38:19 | 0:38:21 | |
I'd like to say a very special thank you to a very special person. | 0:38:21 | 0:38:25 | |
Some of you may know her as Biddy but I doubt it. I know her as Mum. | 0:38:25 | 0:38:30 | |
-APPLAUSE -Thank you, Mum. | 0:38:30 | 0:38:32 | |
Merry Christmas, guys and gals. | 0:38:34 | 0:38:36 | |
That was the Billboard Chart this Christmas. | 0:38:36 | 0:38:39 | |
And here is the nation's holiday number one, | 0:38:39 | 0:38:41 | |
topping the US charts for the first time ever, it's a British band. | 0:38:41 | 0:38:45 | |
Telegram for you, Mr Meek. | 0:38:50 | 0:38:53 | |
I hope it's good news, sir. | 0:38:53 | 0:38:55 | |
Thank you, sir. | 0:38:59 | 0:39:01 | |
..from our record-breaking number one, Telstar. | 0:39:01 | 0:39:05 | |
And here to join me now, the one and only Mr Billy Fury. | 0:39:05 | 0:39:10 | |
SCREAMING AND CHEERING | 0:39:10 | 0:39:12 | |
Well done, son. | 0:39:12 | 0:39:13 | |
MUSIC STARTS | 0:39:16 | 0:39:19 | |
# Play it cool, baby | 0:39:20 | 0:39:22 | |
# Play it cool... # | 0:39:22 | 0:39:24 | |
Here we come! | 0:39:26 | 0:39:28 | |
CHEERING AND WHOOPING | 0:39:28 | 0:39:29 | |
Yay-hey! | 0:39:29 | 0:39:31 | |
Hey-hey! Hey-hey! | 0:39:33 | 0:39:34 | |
All right, my boy! | 0:39:34 | 0:39:36 | |
Ha-ha! Ha-ha! | 0:39:36 | 0:39:38 | |
Telstar! | 0:39:38 | 0:39:40 | |
Yes! Oh, yes! | 0:39:43 | 0:39:45 | |
BOTH: Don't mind if I do! | 0:39:46 | 0:39:48 | |
THEY LAUGH | 0:39:48 | 0:39:50 | |
You know, when I was a little boy back in Gloucester, | 0:39:55 | 0:39:58 | |
I had a terrible accident with some phosphorous. | 0:39:58 | 0:40:00 | |
Some had been left by the local Home Guard. | 0:40:00 | 0:40:03 | |
And I discovered that if you put some on your hands and clap, | 0:40:03 | 0:40:06 | |
there'd be a little puff of smoke. | 0:40:06 | 0:40:09 | |
Of course, I thought I'd discovered something wonderful. | 0:40:09 | 0:40:13 | |
So, I put a small lump in my palm and I clapped ever so hard. | 0:40:13 | 0:40:15 | |
And there was this tremendous explosion | 0:40:15 | 0:40:18 | |
which knocked me off my little feet. | 0:40:18 | 0:40:20 | |
When I got back up, I discovered that my hands were terribly burnt. | 0:40:22 | 0:40:25 | |
Phosphorus was still burning. | 0:40:27 | 0:40:30 | |
It kept burning all the way home. | 0:40:30 | 0:40:32 | |
Until my dad, who was a veteran of the First World War, | 0:40:34 | 0:40:40 | |
put both my hands in a bowl of milk. | 0:40:40 | 0:40:44 | |
By then, my hands had been terribly burnt | 0:40:47 | 0:40:50 | |
so I was rushed to the hospital and the doctors told me | 0:40:50 | 0:40:54 | |
that I would never be able to move my hands again. | 0:40:54 | 0:40:57 | |
Well, there's nothing wrong with your hands. | 0:40:57 | 0:41:00 | |
That's because there was one doctor. A very special man. | 0:41:02 | 0:41:06 | |
Yeah? | 0:41:06 | 0:41:08 | |
-They're very clever, those doctors. -Ah, they work miracles. | 0:41:08 | 0:41:12 | |
But this one doctor, this one special man... | 0:41:14 | 0:41:18 | |
..he saw there was a spark in this little boy. | 0:41:20 | 0:41:24 | |
He made the commitment to me because of that spark. | 0:41:26 | 0:41:29 | |
And I was committed to him. | 0:41:31 | 0:41:33 | |
These aren't the hands of a bass player. | 0:41:45 | 0:41:47 | |
-Right, who are you? -John Hale. New Musical Express. -Good. | 0:41:55 | 0:41:58 | |
Well, I'm very busy. I can't be long. | 0:41:58 | 0:42:00 | |
What do you say to people who accuse Telstar of being banal? | 0:42:00 | 0:42:03 | |
-It sold three million. -What other artists do you supervise? | 0:42:03 | 0:42:06 | |
Well, I look after Screaming Lord Sutch. | 0:42:06 | 0:42:08 | |
He is touring the country at the moment. He's very, very colourful. | 0:42:08 | 0:42:11 | |
Very popular. | 0:42:11 | 0:42:13 | |
# Ah-ha, ha, ha! | 0:42:13 | 0:42:14 | |
# Ah-ha, ha, ha! | 0:42:14 | 0:42:15 | |
# Eh-eh, eh, ooh! | 0:42:15 | 0:42:18 | |
# Eh-eh, eh, ooh! | 0:42:18 | 0:42:19 | |
SCREAMING | 0:42:19 | 0:42:21 | |
And there's Cliff Bennett, Mike Berry, and the newest one is Heinz. | 0:42:21 | 0:42:26 | |
He's just cut his first solo disc since he left The Tornados. | 0:42:26 | 0:42:29 | |
He will be the biggest star in the country within a year. | 0:42:30 | 0:42:33 | |
Bigger than Cliff Richard. | 0:42:33 | 0:42:35 | |
Much bigger than that drunken streak of piss, Billy fucking Fury. | 0:42:35 | 0:42:39 | |
Oh! One to watch out for, then. | 0:42:39 | 0:42:41 | |
Who are your favourite artists? | 0:42:43 | 0:42:44 | |
I like modern jazz. Ella. And I love Judy Garland. | 0:42:44 | 0:42:48 | |
-Did you get my gold disc in the back? -Yeah, mate, I'm getting them. | 0:42:50 | 0:42:54 | |
-And what is your future? -I'd like to write a musical. | 0:42:54 | 0:42:58 | |
Joe? I thought the house was on fire! | 0:43:23 | 0:43:26 | |
SCREAMING | 0:43:54 | 0:43:57 | |
-Aaargh, that's disgusting! -And cut! | 0:44:02 | 0:44:04 | |
What is that you're squirting on me? | 0:44:04 | 0:44:06 | |
Who's gonna pay for it to be cleaned? | 0:44:06 | 0:44:08 | |
What's he filming, anyway? | 0:44:08 | 0:44:10 | |
I'm making a little film to promote my artist. | 0:44:10 | 0:44:13 | |
He hasn't even got any instruments. You're a bunch of idiots. | 0:44:13 | 0:44:16 | |
Oh, fuck off, then! | 0:44:16 | 0:44:18 | |
Get your hands off me! | 0:44:18 | 0:44:20 | |
Jack The Ripper by Screaming Lord Sutch. | 0:44:21 | 0:44:24 | |
Out now with RGM Records. | 0:44:24 | 0:44:27 | |
That's Jack The Ripper by Screaming Lord Sutch, RGM Records. | 0:44:27 | 0:44:30 | |
That's RGM Records. | 0:44:30 | 0:44:33 | |
Well, the stunts just get better and better. | 0:44:33 | 0:44:36 | |
Made all the local press. | 0:44:36 | 0:44:37 | |
Now, look, I've been reading a book on psychology | 0:44:40 | 0:44:43 | |
-and people follow arrows, they just can't help it. -Yeah? | 0:44:43 | 0:44:46 | |
So, what if we were to paint arrows on all the roads | 0:44:46 | 0:44:48 | |
and buildings around Piccadilly Circus, all pointing towards a shop. | 0:44:48 | 0:44:52 | |
A shop? | 0:44:52 | 0:44:53 | |
A shop where the record will be for sale | 0:44:53 | 0:44:55 | |
and Screaming Lord Sutch will be performing. | 0:44:55 | 0:44:57 | |
Aaaaargh! | 0:44:57 | 0:44:59 | |
A gig, in a shop? | 0:44:59 | 0:45:01 | |
Well, I think it's fucking ridiculous. | 0:45:01 | 0:45:03 | |
MUSIC PLAYS | 0:45:03 | 0:45:05 | |
-I won't do it. -Don't be so narrow-minded. | 0:45:09 | 0:45:12 | |
# With his little black bag and his one track mind | 0:45:12 | 0:45:15 | |
# Well, he nearly catches up when the lights go down | 0:45:18 | 0:45:22 | |
# Cos that's the time he starts his dirty, uh, chop around | 0:45:25 | 0:45:28 | |
# When he walks down the streets to every girl he meets, he says | 0:45:30 | 0:45:34 | |
# Is your name Mary Blood?... # MUSIC FADES | 0:45:34 | 0:45:37 | |
BOOS AND JEERING | 0:45:49 | 0:45:56 | |
JEERING AND SHOUTING CONTINUES | 0:46:03 | 0:46:11 | |
Have that! | 0:46:13 | 0:46:15 | |
Ha-ha-ha-ha! | 0:46:15 | 0:46:17 | |
CHEERS AND WHISTLING | 0:46:17 | 0:46:20 | |
You fucking spivvy toe-rag. | 0:46:23 | 0:46:26 | |
Yeah, tosser. It's all round my suit. | 0:46:26 | 0:46:29 | |
I'd like to see you afford a suit like this, yeah! You cheap arsehole! | 0:46:29 | 0:46:33 | |
-Smiling now, are you? Yeah, you... -Oi, oi! | 0:46:33 | 0:46:36 | |
Oi, Lightbulb! | 0:46:36 | 0:46:37 | |
How many watts is that head? | 0:46:37 | 0:46:39 | |
100? No, he ain't that bright! | 0:46:39 | 0:46:41 | |
Put that light out! Put that light out! Ha-ha! | 0:46:43 | 0:46:46 | |
Hey, I thought he was electric! Ha-ha! | 0:46:46 | 0:46:49 | |
JEERING AND SHOUTING | 0:46:52 | 0:46:53 | |
Just play the song, just play the song. | 0:46:56 | 0:46:58 | |
MUSIC STARTS | 0:47:00 | 0:47:04 | |
What do you mean "Gene"? | 0:47:14 | 0:47:16 | |
Well, you know, they've come to see Gene and Jerry Lee. | 0:47:16 | 0:47:22 | |
-They were hard, like, you know? -You've got to win them over. | 0:47:22 | 0:47:26 | |
I can't. | 0:47:26 | 0:47:28 | |
When I walk out on stage, they call me a poof. | 0:47:28 | 0:47:31 | |
It's because of the hair, | 0:47:35 | 0:47:37 | |
and the suits. | 0:47:37 | 0:47:38 | |
Yeah, after the songs. | 0:47:39 | 0:47:40 | |
Yeah, it gets worse. | 0:47:40 | 0:47:44 | |
So, I'm at home in Southampton and I do what you said | 0:47:44 | 0:47:46 | |
about looking at a nice girl in the crowd | 0:47:46 | 0:47:48 | |
for Dreams Come True, like Gene does in Be Bop A Lula. | 0:47:48 | 0:47:51 | |
Only like, it was some bloke's bird. | 0:47:51 | 0:47:54 | |
And he decides to come and get me at stage door. My mum overheard. | 0:47:54 | 0:47:59 | |
It was only her tip-off what saved me, like. | 0:47:59 | 0:48:02 | |
She was a lot more scared than I was, of course. | 0:48:02 | 0:48:05 | |
Well, she would be, poor love. | 0:48:06 | 0:48:08 | |
Joe, sometimes I look at these two stars | 0:48:09 | 0:48:13 | |
and I can't believe I'm playing with them. | 0:48:13 | 0:48:16 | |
And other times... I wish I didn't have to. | 0:48:16 | 0:48:18 | |
Oh, you don't mean that! | 0:48:18 | 0:48:20 | |
Joe, they don't like me. | 0:48:20 | 0:48:22 | |
I mean what if...people... what if they just don't like me? | 0:48:24 | 0:48:28 | |
Confidence, that's all you need! | 0:48:32 | 0:48:35 | |
Come 'ere. | 0:48:35 | 0:48:37 | |
You are on tour with two rock and roll greats cos you've got talent. | 0:48:37 | 0:48:42 | |
I'm not wrong about that. | 0:48:42 | 0:48:44 | |
Now, I was going to keep this as a surprise | 0:48:46 | 0:48:48 | |
but just to help your confidence, I'm going to tell you now. | 0:48:48 | 0:48:51 | |
I have got two, | 0:48:51 | 0:48:53 | |
maybe three, TV slots lined up for you when your record comes out. | 0:48:53 | 0:48:57 | |
-You're joking. -No. | 0:48:57 | 0:48:58 | |
-I'm going to be on the telly? -Yeah. | 0:48:58 | 0:49:01 | |
Bloody Nora! | 0:49:01 | 0:49:03 | |
Now, I hope you've been watching those two | 0:49:03 | 0:49:04 | |
and learning something cos pretty soon you're going to be in everyone's front room | 0:49:04 | 0:49:08 | |
and you BETTER be ready for that, my lad. | 0:49:08 | 0:49:11 | |
Now, that's Marty Wilde. See the way he does it? | 0:49:15 | 0:49:18 | |
# I want you for my own... # | 0:49:20 | 0:49:23 | |
THAT'S what it's got to be like. | 0:49:25 | 0:49:27 | |
See the way he twitches his head? | 0:49:27 | 0:49:28 | |
That's pure rock and roll. | 0:49:28 | 0:49:30 | |
# There's always someone beside you | 0:49:35 | 0:49:40 | |
# Yes, there's always someone in your arms | 0:49:42 | 0:49:49 | |
# Little baby | 0:49:49 | 0:49:52 | |
# If only I had known... # | 0:49:53 | 0:49:56 | |
That was breathtaking. You carry on like that, | 0:49:58 | 0:50:00 | |
forget Gene and Jerry, you'll be bigger than Presley! | 0:50:00 | 0:50:02 | |
-That's silly. -And I'm working on a big hit for you, | 0:50:02 | 0:50:05 | |
your very own Telstar cos you're going to be a big star. | 0:50:05 | 0:50:07 | |
You're my golden boy. | 0:50:07 | 0:50:09 | |
# Well, be bop a Lula she's my baby | 0:50:14 | 0:50:18 | |
# Be bop a Lula I don't mean maybe | 0:50:18 | 0:50:22 | |
# Be bop a Lula she's my baby doll | 0:50:22 | 0:50:26 | |
# My baby doll, my baby doll | 0:50:26 | 0:50:29 | |
# Well, she's the gal in the red blue jeans | 0:50:29 | 0:50:32 | |
# She's the queen of all the teens... # | 0:50:32 | 0:50:34 | |
I think my friend will like this one. | 0:50:34 | 0:50:37 | |
It's a much stronger aura, don't you think? | 0:50:37 | 0:50:40 | |
# She's the girl that loves me so | 0:50:40 | 0:50:44 | |
# Be bop a Lula she's my baby | 0:50:44 | 0:50:47 | |
# Be bop a Lula I don't mean maybe... # | 0:50:47 | 0:50:50 | |
HEAVY BREATHING AND PANTING | 0:50:55 | 0:51:01 | |
Excuse me, miss. My, what a pretty ranch you have here. | 0:51:18 | 0:51:21 | |
I'm Gene Vincent. You may have heard of me on your wireless. I'm travelling with my band here | 0:51:21 | 0:51:25 | |
and I wondered if we might make use of your splendid-looking water closet. | 0:51:25 | 0:51:28 | |
He means khazi. | 0:51:29 | 0:51:31 | |
-Mate, I've got to go first - I'm poking a hole through me trousers. -What? | 0:51:33 | 0:51:36 | |
Fuck's sake. | 0:51:36 | 0:51:38 | |
-Here comes Bean Boy. -He'll be in there half an hour. | 0:51:38 | 0:51:41 | |
He's going to stink the place out. | 0:51:41 | 0:51:44 | |
I only wanted a slash. | 0:51:44 | 0:51:45 | |
Hey, boys - watch this. | 0:51:52 | 0:51:53 | |
Oi, gormless - they've gone without you! | 0:51:55 | 0:51:59 | |
-What? -Have that! | 0:51:59 | 0:52:02 | |
Do you like, Chas? | 0:52:02 | 0:52:03 | |
HEINZ GIGGLES MANICALLY | 0:52:03 | 0:52:06 | |
-Do you want some coffee, Gene? -No thanks, kid. -Proper stuff. | 0:52:10 | 0:52:15 | |
GIGGLES | 0:52:15 | 0:52:17 | |
HE LAUGHS | 0:52:24 | 0:52:27 | |
Every bloody time. | 0:52:28 | 0:52:31 | |
-It's not funny. -It's quite funny. | 0:52:31 | 0:52:34 | |
CHAS LAUGHS HYSTERICALLY | 0:52:34 | 0:52:37 | |
You wanker! | 0:52:38 | 0:52:41 | |
Excuse me, love. | 0:52:44 | 0:52:46 | |
Have you got any more eggs? | 0:52:46 | 0:52:47 | |
# I'm beginning to see the light, now | 0:52:52 | 0:52:54 | |
# I need you day and night, now | 0:52:54 | 0:52:57 | |
# Whoa, whoa, don't let go | 0:52:57 | 0:52:59 | |
# Temptation, baby | 0:52:59 | 0:53:03 | |
# When I see you struttin' by | 0:53:03 | 0:53:05 | |
# You're makin' me feel so good now... # | 0:53:05 | 0:53:07 | |
-What d'you say, Lightbulb? -Fuck off! | 0:53:07 | 0:53:09 | |
THEY LAUGH | 0:53:09 | 0:53:11 | |
-You wanker! -Fuck off! | 0:53:15 | 0:53:18 | |
-See you later, Lightbulb. -Bastard! | 0:53:20 | 0:53:22 | |
Fucking ha fucking ha! | 0:53:24 | 0:53:26 | |
Oi, you fat bastard! | 0:53:26 | 0:53:29 | |
-Oh, my... -Fucking yes! | 0:53:29 | 0:53:31 | |
Fucking bastards! | 0:53:31 | 0:53:33 | |
Where did you learn to pitch like that? | 0:53:33 | 0:53:35 | |
I was always good at cricket! | 0:53:35 | 0:53:37 | |
# When I see you struttin' by... # | 0:53:37 | 0:53:40 | |
HORN BLARES | 0:53:40 | 0:53:42 | |
# Ho-wow, I love you so | 0:53:42 | 0:53:45 | |
# Temptation baby... # | 0:53:45 | 0:53:46 | |
-LOUD BANG -What's that? | 0:53:46 | 0:53:49 | |
That fat nutter's throwing bricks at the bus! | 0:53:49 | 0:53:52 | |
Get out of here quick! | 0:53:52 | 0:53:53 | |
He's getting closer! Put your foot down! | 0:53:56 | 0:53:59 | |
Oh, never mind that, here's the bizzies! Slow down! | 0:53:59 | 0:54:02 | |
# Temptation baby | 0:54:04 | 0:54:07 | |
# Say wo-oh-wo-oh | 0:54:07 | 0:54:09 | |
# Temptation baby | 0:54:09 | 0:54:12 | |
# Say wo-oh-wo-oh | 0:54:12 | 0:54:13 | |
# Temptation baby. # | 0:54:13 | 0:54:19 | |
CHEERING AND APPLAUSE | 0:54:19 | 0:54:21 | |
There's a lad Tom downstairs. I think you'll like him, | 0:54:23 | 0:54:26 | |
he has a very distinctive voice and he's very striking. | 0:54:26 | 0:54:28 | |
-Don't you ever knock? -Sorry. | 0:54:28 | 0:54:31 | |
-You're late. -Sorry. | 0:54:31 | 0:54:33 | |
-Shall I bring him up? -Who? | 0:54:33 | 0:54:35 | |
Tom, the lad from Wales I just told you about. | 0:54:35 | 0:54:37 | |
-No, send him home, I'm busy. -He's come such a long way. | 0:54:37 | 0:54:39 | |
He'll know the way back then, won't he? I'm running a business, Geoff, not a dating agency. | 0:54:39 | 0:54:43 | |
-I didn't think it would upset you. -It hasn't upset me, I'm just busy. | 0:54:43 | 0:54:47 | |
I suppose I could've brought him to the seance this evening. | 0:54:47 | 0:54:49 | |
Ah, yes, the seance. Listen, Geoff, | 0:54:49 | 0:54:51 | |
-I'm going to Wolverhampton tonight for Heinz's gig. -Oh. | 0:54:51 | 0:54:54 | |
And Lionel's going to be driving me. But speaking of Heinz, | 0:54:54 | 0:54:57 | |
how's that new big hit for him, how's it coming on? | 0:54:57 | 0:55:00 | |
-I've had some ideas. -Mm. -I thought perhaps another tribute song. | 0:55:00 | 0:55:04 | |
-But not Buddy Holly this time, maybe Eddie Cochran. -When can I hear it? | 0:55:04 | 0:55:08 | |
I've not started it...yet. | 0:55:08 | 0:55:12 | |
But I have got you something. | 0:55:12 | 0:55:13 | |
Geoff, we're supposed to be working. | 0:55:13 | 0:55:16 | |
-It's our anniversary. -Pardon? | 0:55:17 | 0:55:19 | |
We've been writing together for 18 months. | 0:55:19 | 0:55:22 | |
-It was yesterday that I realised. -Not even engraved. -No. | 0:55:22 | 0:55:26 | |
I only realised yesterday. I didn't have time. | 0:55:26 | 0:55:29 | |
Men. | 0:55:43 | 0:55:44 | |
I hold in my hand a piece of paper. | 0:55:46 | 0:55:49 | |
Unlike Mr Chamberlain's, | 0:55:49 | 0:55:50 | |
this is a summons to appear in the Chippenham Magistrates Court. | 0:55:50 | 0:55:54 | |
-Do we get top billing? -THEY SNICKER | 0:55:54 | 0:55:56 | |
We could all do without your vulgar musical turns, Mr Hodges. | 0:55:56 | 0:56:01 | |
BILLY SNICKERS | 0:56:01 | 0:56:03 | |
So, dreadful clerical mistake | 0:56:03 | 0:56:06 | |
or am I owed some sort of explanation? | 0:56:06 | 0:56:08 | |
-It was his idea. -You dirty fucking sneak. | 0:56:11 | 0:56:14 | |
The court is now in session. | 0:56:14 | 0:56:16 | |
Judge Wignall presiding. All stand. | 0:56:16 | 0:56:19 | |
You don't get half bored sat in the back of a van. | 0:56:27 | 0:56:30 | |
Well, perhaps a book would've been less disruptive. | 0:56:30 | 0:56:32 | |
-Rude, though. -Sorry? | 0:56:32 | 0:56:34 | |
Sat there in a van, reading. | 0:56:34 | 0:56:36 | |
It's like your ignoring your mates. | 0:56:36 | 0:56:38 | |
A unique sociological observation | 0:56:41 | 0:56:43 | |
but a rather feeble excuse, Mr Blackmore. | 0:56:43 | 0:56:45 | |
The court will call Mr Richard Miles. | 0:56:45 | 0:56:48 | |
Should we receive a hefty fine, it shall be met by your wages. | 0:56:48 | 0:56:50 | |
Were I on the bench, I'd have you flogged. | 0:56:50 | 0:56:52 | |
Please take the Bible in your right hand and read from the card. | 0:56:52 | 0:56:55 | |
And who started this silly game? | 0:56:55 | 0:56:57 | |
-Vincent. -Chas, a word? | 0:56:57 | 0:56:59 | |
Gene Vincent, for God's sake, don't mention him when you get up there. | 0:56:59 | 0:57:03 | |
-Lightbulb, fucking Lightbulb. -What?! | 0:57:04 | 0:57:07 | |
Is it a fucking joke? You do not take the piss out of my top act. | 0:57:08 | 0:57:12 | |
CHAS GROANS | 0:57:12 | 0:57:13 | |
I'm really sorry. But just hear my side. | 0:57:13 | 0:57:16 | |
Quickly. | 0:57:17 | 0:57:19 | |
I'll make a few jokes and, no pun intended, defuse the situation. | 0:57:19 | 0:57:24 | |
I'd rather risk a slap from Mr Osram there than a face full of stitches. | 0:57:24 | 0:57:28 | |
-PROSECUTOR: -Were you aware of who did this to you? -All right. | 0:57:28 | 0:57:31 | |
I've got a joke for you. | 0:57:31 | 0:57:33 | |
What do you get if you cross Joe Meek? | 0:57:33 | 0:57:35 | |
Fired. | 0:57:38 | 0:57:39 | |
Yes, there. | 0:57:39 | 0:57:41 | |
Fair enough. It won't happen again. | 0:57:41 | 0:57:43 | |
Dear God. | 0:57:44 | 0:57:45 | |
Gene Vincent was in an uninsured van, | 0:57:45 | 0:57:47 | |
attacking the residents of Shrewsbury. | 0:57:47 | 0:57:49 | |
It's not our job to get insurance, we're the fucking passengers! | 0:57:49 | 0:57:53 | |
-Shut it! -Silence in court! | 0:57:53 | 0:57:55 | |
-CHAS: -Oh, me balls. | 0:57:55 | 0:57:57 | |
If you weren't so tight-fisted, I wouldn't have to penny pinch and the van would've been insured. | 0:57:57 | 0:58:01 | |
Well, that of course is of no help. | 0:58:01 | 0:58:02 | |
And while we're on the subject of fiduciary matters, | 0:58:02 | 0:58:05 | |
I am somewhat concerned about the amount being spent on Heinz. | 0:58:05 | 0:58:09 | |
-Photo shoots and posters and clothes and... -That boy! | 0:58:09 | 0:58:12 | |
He's the only one of you pigs that don't want anything from me. | 0:58:12 | 0:58:16 | |
MUSIC: "Just Like Eddie" by Heinz And The Saints | 0:58:16 | 0:58:19 | |
# Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh | 0:58:22 | 0:58:27 | |
# Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh | 0:58:27 | 0:58:31 | |
# Whenever I'm sad Whenever I'm blue | 0:58:33 | 0:58:35 | |
# Whenever my troubles are heavy | 0:58:35 | 0:58:37 | |
# Beneath the stars I play my guitar | 0:58:37 | 0:58:41 | |
# Just like Eddie | 0:58:42 | 0:58:44 | |
# Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh | 0:58:44 | 0:58:49 | |
# Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh | 0:58:49 | 0:58:55 | |
# Whenever you're sad Whenever you're blue | 0:58:55 | 0:58:57 | |
# Whenever your troubles are heavy | 0:58:57 | 0:59:00 | |
# Beneath the stars You play your guitars | 0:59:00 | 0:59:04 | |
# Just like Eddie | 0:59:04 | 0:59:06 | |
# Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh | 0:59:06 | 0:59:12 | |
# Woo-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh | 0:59:12 | 0:59:17 | |
# Come on everybody... # | 0:59:17 | 0:59:18 | |
Note, sir. | 0:59:38 | 0:59:40 | |
Thought it might be important. | 0:59:42 | 0:59:44 | |
Patrick! Find him, it's bloody important. | 0:59:52 | 0:59:55 | |
I don't care what he's doing. | 0:59:56 | 0:59:58 | |
This is bollocks. | 1:00:00 | 1:00:01 | |
No, this is serious. | 1:00:01 | 1:00:03 | |
This French composer bloke is claiming Telstar was stolen | 1:00:03 | 1:00:06 | |
from his film score. | 1:00:06 | 1:00:07 | |
-I've never even heard of this French bastard, Bernard. -Thanks, Geoff. | 1:00:07 | 1:00:11 | |
Mum's the word, yeah? | 1:00:11 | 1:00:12 | |
I have just won the Ivor Novello Award! | 1:00:16 | 1:00:19 | |
-I'm going back to bed. -I'm sorry, Joe. | 1:00:21 | 1:00:24 | |
The Major says the matter's quite severe. You're being sued. | 1:00:24 | 1:00:27 | |
Hurry up, keep lookout. | 1:01:19 | 1:01:22 | |
OFFICER TUTS | 1:01:25 | 1:01:28 | |
Why don't we step outside, eh? | 1:01:36 | 1:01:38 | |
CROWD CHEERING | 1:01:48 | 1:01:51 | |
-Fantastic. -That was great, they were ecstatic. | 1:01:51 | 1:01:54 | |
Stay out of my light. | 1:01:54 | 1:01:55 | |
I'm the star of the show, so stay out of my fucking light. | 1:01:55 | 1:01:58 | |
And don't play so fast. And you, fatboy, building a shed in there? | 1:01:58 | 1:02:01 | |
Sounds like it. | 1:02:01 | 1:02:02 | |
-Oi! -Hey, lighten up, mate, I thought it went all right. | 1:02:02 | 1:02:06 | |
If you say one word to me, on-stage or off-stage again, | 1:02:06 | 1:02:08 | |
you're off the tour. Got it? | 1:02:08 | 1:02:10 | |
All right, laughing boy. | 1:02:17 | 1:02:19 | |
Sounded all right, how did it go? | 1:02:19 | 1:02:21 | |
You two, tarts, fuck off. What's your game, then? | 1:02:21 | 1:02:24 | |
Whoa, whoa, lighten up. What's the matter with you? | 1:02:24 | 1:02:27 | |
-I saw you nicking my act. -Do what? | 1:02:27 | 1:02:29 | |
You know what I'm talking about, standing on top of the piano. | 1:02:29 | 1:02:31 | |
That's my act, get your own fucking moves! | 1:02:31 | 1:02:34 | |
JESS LAUGHS You dozy prat. | 1:02:34 | 1:02:37 | |
We've all nicked the fucking act. | 1:02:37 | 1:02:39 | |
It's Presley's act, we've all nicked it. | 1:02:39 | 1:02:41 | |
Sorry, ladies, the gentleman was just leaving. | 1:02:41 | 1:02:44 | |
You what?! | 1:02:44 | 1:02:46 | |
Allow me to rephrase. | 1:02:46 | 1:02:48 | |
This tone deaf, peroxide nancy boy | 1:02:48 | 1:02:51 | |
ponce was just on his way out the door. | 1:02:51 | 1:02:53 | |
Get your fucking hands off me, know who I am? | 1:02:53 | 1:02:55 | |
Argh! | 1:02:55 | 1:02:57 | |
-CHAS: -Go on! | 1:03:00 | 1:03:02 | |
-CLEM: -Go on. Go on, Jess! | 1:03:04 | 1:03:06 | |
I'll show you some fucking moves! | 1:03:06 | 1:03:08 | |
HEINZ SCREAMS | 1:03:08 | 1:03:12 | |
You bit my nose off! | 1:03:20 | 1:03:21 | |
You are off the tour as of now and you are never to... | 1:03:21 | 1:03:24 | |
SCREAMS INCOHERENTLY | 1:03:24 | 1:03:26 | |
-You heard what he said. Fuck off. -You what? | 1:03:26 | 1:03:30 | |
-Fuck off and take these two slags with ya. -What about my whistles? | 1:03:30 | 1:03:33 | |
-Don't worry about that. Fuck off! -Ladies. Gentlemen. -See ya, Jeff. | 1:03:33 | 1:03:40 | |
-See ya later. -See ya soon, mate. | 1:03:40 | 1:03:42 | |
-Well, that was really clever(!) -Well done. | 1:03:42 | 1:03:45 | |
-Yeah, brilliant. -Brilliant. Yeah. You fucking wanker. -Fuck off. -Idiot. | 1:03:45 | 1:03:48 | |
Oh, look, the lawyer's here. | 1:03:54 | 1:03:57 | |
Robert George Meek, you will appear at 9.00am at Highgate magistrates | 1:03:57 | 1:04:02 | |
on charges of importuning, sir. | 1:04:02 | 1:04:03 | |
If you do not have counsel, we will appoint counsel for you. | 1:04:03 | 1:04:06 | |
Thank you for a wonderful evening. | 1:04:06 | 1:04:07 | |
PHONE RINGS | 1:04:07 | 1:04:09 | |
Islington police station. | 1:04:10 | 1:04:13 | |
In the papers, uh! | 1:04:25 | 1:04:27 | |
What about my poor mother? | 1:04:33 | 1:04:35 | |
Lionel, what about home? Oh. | 1:04:38 | 1:04:40 | |
It's Jeff on the phone, he can't make it either. | 1:05:11 | 1:05:13 | |
He's taking his mum to the doctors. | 1:05:13 | 1:05:16 | |
Having a good clear out then? That's good. | 1:05:32 | 1:05:36 | |
I've put some toast on. Do you want tea? | 1:05:36 | 1:05:37 | |
Coffee it is. | 1:05:44 | 1:05:45 | |
-It's paranoia. -He's just being careful. -He's just being mental. | 1:05:52 | 1:05:57 | |
No-one is spying on him. It's all in his head. | 1:05:58 | 1:06:01 | |
My idea has somehow ended up on the wireless? | 1:06:01 | 1:06:04 | |
-You think someone's stealing tapes? -Or worse. | 1:06:04 | 1:06:07 | |
And all that pledging allegiance bollocks, it's like being in the fucking Scouts. | 1:06:07 | 1:06:11 | |
-"Akela, we..." -No, that's the Cubs. | 1:06:11 | 1:06:13 | |
My point is, no-one's bugging the place, are they? | 1:06:13 | 1:06:16 | |
He's just making everyone else as paranoid as he is. | 1:06:29 | 1:06:31 | |
How should I know? | 1:06:31 | 1:06:34 | |
You could be throwing us off the scent. You could be the spy? | 1:06:34 | 1:06:37 | |
-I fucking ask you. -I'm not saying you are, I'm just saying you could be. | 1:06:37 | 1:06:41 | |
He thinks we're all talking about him behind his back! | 1:06:41 | 1:06:43 | |
We are! | 1:06:43 | 1:06:46 | |
-I can hear talking in there and I don't want to. -Sorry, Joe. -Sorry, Joe. | 1:06:46 | 1:06:50 | |
All right. 1, 2, 3 and then drop. | 1:06:50 | 1:06:53 | |
Oh, bollocks. | 1:06:58 | 1:07:01 | |
Why are we doing this? | 1:07:01 | 1:07:03 | |
-Novelty Records always get to No 1, don't they? -Yeah. | 1:07:03 | 1:07:06 | |
Well, I ain't a novelty musician. | 1:07:06 | 1:07:08 | |
He's just trying to get us another hit so we can all get paid. | 1:07:08 | 1:07:11 | |
Well, some of us are doing all right, aren't they? Who had the last hit? | 1:07:11 | 1:07:15 | |
Mr blond rinse with his Eddie business. That was months ago. | 1:07:15 | 1:07:17 | |
Top Ten, No 5, mate. | 1:07:17 | 1:07:20 | |
There's no way that that record made the money that Joe has spent on him. | 1:07:20 | 1:07:23 | |
No way! I'm not just talking about publicity. He's got a fucking boat! | 1:07:23 | 1:07:27 | |
I mean, Adam Faith hasn't even got a boat. | 1:07:27 | 1:07:30 | |
There's me, my arse is hanging out of my trousers | 1:07:30 | 1:07:32 | |
and he's poncing about on a boat. | 1:07:32 | 1:07:36 | |
So what's your point? | 1:07:36 | 1:07:37 | |
My point is. If that's where all the money's going, | 1:07:37 | 1:07:40 | |
there's little chance of us getting paid, is there? | 1:07:40 | 1:07:43 | |
Especially not dropping marbles in a fucking khazi. | 1:07:43 | 1:07:46 | |
-I'm ready for another take. -1... | 1:07:46 | 1:07:50 | |
# Three coins in the sewer | 1:07:54 | 1:07:56 | |
# They fell down the drain... # | 1:07:56 | 1:08:01 | |
It's your turn to fish them out. | 1:08:01 | 1:08:03 | |
CRASH | 1:08:14 | 1:08:16 | |
Don't panic Napoleon, I'm just looking for my fags. | 1:08:22 | 1:08:26 | |
Look, there. Woodbines. | 1:08:26 | 1:08:29 | |
-Woodbines in a bass drum. -For fuck's sake! -In a bass drum. | 1:08:29 | 1:08:34 | |
Yeah, I've been poking around with your echoes and stealing your tapes | 1:08:34 | 1:08:38 | |
-and I live in a big fucking house with Phil fucking Spector. -Why? | 1:08:38 | 1:08:42 | |
Clem, why? | 1:08:43 | 1:08:46 | |
You are going mad. | 1:08:48 | 1:08:51 | |
Can't you see what you are doing? You're ruining this for all of us. | 1:08:53 | 1:08:57 | |
Get out you fucking Judas. | 1:08:57 | 1:08:59 | |
-You tone deaf, mad old bastard! -Go on then, fuck off! | 1:09:20 | 1:09:24 | |
You see if you can get a gig once I put the word out on you. | 1:09:24 | 1:09:28 | |
I already am, mate. I'm doing this new band The Kinks on Wednesday. They're really fucking good. | 1:09:28 | 1:09:32 | |
The Kinks, my arse! | 1:09:32 | 1:09:35 | |
Go on, fuck off and play with those nobodies! You fat bitch! | 1:09:35 | 1:09:41 | |
SMASHING | 1:09:51 | 1:09:53 | |
I'm sorry, it's the neighbours. | 1:09:53 | 1:09:56 | |
Em, I think you'll find if you arrive at any hotel with this, | 1:09:56 | 1:09:59 | |
you'll be treated with great care and courtesy. | 1:09:59 | 1:10:01 | |
Do you want to buy a handbag? Go on then, darling. Go on then. | 1:10:03 | 1:10:08 | |
And of course underneath, there is space for all your essentials and intimates. | 1:10:08 | 1:10:14 | |
I'm sorry. My mum was having her bad toe off. | 1:10:16 | 1:10:19 | |
I pledge allegiance to RGM and everyone who works here. | 1:10:20 | 1:10:23 | |
-Who are they? -That's Blaikley and Howard. | 1:10:23 | 1:10:27 | |
What are we recording? | 1:10:27 | 1:10:29 | |
Snakeskin bag at a specially reduced... | 1:10:32 | 1:10:34 | |
Brenda - I mean, Miss Murphy. We're going to try elsewhere. | 1:10:34 | 1:10:37 | |
-But I... -But you promised me a snakeskin, | 1:10:37 | 1:10:39 | |
-otherwise I never would have let you do that. -Shut up, shush! | 1:10:39 | 1:10:42 | |
BANGING | 1:10:42 | 1:10:44 | |
-You dirty old bastard. -Give her one for me, eh! | 1:10:45 | 1:10:49 | |
Ah! Ah! Stop it! Stop it! Stop! | 1:10:58 | 1:11:03 | |
No, I'm not having this. Stop it, stop it, stop! Argh! | 1:11:03 | 1:11:06 | |
-Where's Joe? -I'm afraid Joe doesn't... -Balls, where is he? | 1:11:06 | 1:11:10 | |
Oh, I'm sorry, sorry! | 1:11:10 | 1:11:12 | |
Right everyone, I think I've got everything I need, go and get a cup of tea, go on. | 1:11:12 | 1:11:16 | |
Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. Honey, you look lovely | 1:11:16 | 1:11:20 | |
Well done, boys, you've written a hit! | 1:11:20 | 1:11:22 | |
Thanks, Joe. | 1:11:22 | 1:11:24 | |
See you in the charts! | 1:11:24 | 1:11:26 | |
Alan, vino before the opera. | 1:11:26 | 1:11:28 | |
Oh, 5:30. | 1:11:28 | 1:11:30 | |
Honestly, Joe! You just frightened off two of my customers! | 1:11:30 | 1:11:34 | |
-It was just the chorus. -I don't care what it was. | 1:11:34 | 1:11:38 | |
This spot's always been good for passing trade. | 1:11:38 | 1:11:41 | |
We've got a lovely gold leaf polished window. | 1:11:41 | 1:11:43 | |
Since that thing in the papers. | 1:11:43 | 1:11:45 | |
Business is slow and there's no polite way of putting this, Joe, | 1:11:45 | 1:11:49 | |
-you're over a month in arrears with the rent. -Really? | 1:11:49 | 1:11:53 | |
That's the Major's department. | 1:11:53 | 1:11:56 | |
-The man is a crook, I'm sorry to be harsh, but there it is. -Really? | 1:11:56 | 1:12:00 | |
I'll see what I can do about the rent. | 1:12:00 | 1:12:02 | |
I'll see if I can do something about those rough boys. | 1:12:02 | 1:12:05 | |
I don't see how! | 1:12:05 | 1:12:06 | |
They've been sent by the other record companies | 1:12:08 | 1:12:11 | |
to try and put me off. | 1:12:11 | 1:12:12 | |
-They know I'm going to have another big hit soon, you see. -Really, Joe? | 1:12:12 | 1:12:16 | |
It was them that engineered that horrible court case against me. | 1:12:16 | 1:12:20 | |
I would never do a thing like that. | 1:12:20 | 1:12:22 | |
How many of those boys do you recognise from 'round here? | 1:12:22 | 1:12:25 | |
-Here's your tea. -Oh Patrick! | 1:12:25 | 1:12:27 | |
You're very kind, thank you. | 1:12:27 | 1:12:29 | |
You had my brother. | 1:12:29 | 1:12:31 | |
He was only 16, I'll go to the pigs and tell 'em about scum like you. We know where you live. | 1:12:31 | 1:12:35 | |
Of course he knows where I live! He sent me a letter! Bin! | 1:12:35 | 1:12:39 | |
Another one. A photo! | 1:12:43 | 1:12:47 | |
Of you in Hampstead Heath. Does Billy know? | 1:12:47 | 1:12:50 | |
He's done his homework. Send him a fiver. Next. | 1:12:50 | 1:12:52 | |
We have returned invoices from the Major. | 1:12:52 | 1:12:55 | |
He wants to see a breakdown of expenses spent on Heinz. | 1:12:55 | 1:12:58 | |
-Tight-fisted pig. -Particularly boat. | 1:12:58 | 1:13:00 | |
It's an asset. It's good press. No-one's got a boat. | 1:13:00 | 1:13:04 | |
Not even Adam Faith has got a boat. | 1:13:04 | 1:13:07 | |
-Send in those photos of Heinz fishing. -I don't know about that. | 1:13:07 | 1:13:11 | |
-He's returned the invoice for the photo session. -I'll call him later. | 1:13:11 | 1:13:14 | |
-Next. -"I hope you rot in hell. I hope you see your loved ones | 1:13:14 | 1:13:17 | |
-"scream in agonising pain..." -That's a bit strong! | 1:13:17 | 1:13:19 | |
-What do they want? -Nothing. It's from the neighbours. | 1:13:19 | 1:13:22 | |
-Yeah, well, I may have a new backer. -Really? -Mmm. | 1:13:23 | 1:13:27 | |
And as soon as my royalties from Telstar arrive, | 1:13:27 | 1:13:29 | |
I will buy you out completely. | 1:13:29 | 1:13:31 | |
I see. I'm very sorry to hear that, Joe. | 1:13:31 | 1:13:36 | |
I genuinely like you and I'm going to give you a piece of advice. | 1:13:36 | 1:13:40 | |
Spreading yourself so thin before you are really established | 1:13:40 | 1:13:42 | |
is more than a risk. It is, to be frank, | 1:13:42 | 1:13:44 | |
simple bloody-minded stupidity. | 1:13:44 | 1:13:46 | |
Don't you dare talk to me like that! I am not one of your lackeys. | 1:13:46 | 1:13:51 | |
I'm talking to you as a friend, Joe. You're a terrible businessman. | 1:13:51 | 1:13:54 | |
I dread to think what will happen to you | 1:13:54 | 1:13:55 | |
if no-one's watching the purse-strings. | 1:13:55 | 1:13:57 | |
Don't you talk to me about business. | 1:13:57 | 1:13:59 | |
My band is number one in America | 1:13:59 | 1:14:01 | |
and you can't get them out of the Billy Fury contract to tour there. | 1:14:01 | 1:14:04 | |
Where was your business acumen then? | 1:14:04 | 1:14:07 | |
Joe. | 1:14:07 | 1:14:09 | |
I am your partner, not your boss. | 1:14:09 | 1:14:10 | |
Unfortunately, you had everything to do with that contract. | 1:14:10 | 1:14:13 | |
You signed it, I did not. | 1:14:13 | 1:14:15 | |
So until your mystery backer coughs up or your royalties arrive, | 1:14:15 | 1:14:18 | |
we shall remain partners. | 1:14:18 | 1:14:20 | |
That is what my business acumen tells me. | 1:14:20 | 1:14:22 | |
Good day. | 1:14:22 | 1:14:24 | |
Stupid idiot. | 1:14:32 | 1:14:35 | |
All right? How you doing, mate? | 1:14:36 | 1:14:38 | |
DOOR CLOSES | 1:14:38 | 1:14:41 | |
-Hello, Geoff. -Where's everyone else? | 1:14:43 | 1:14:46 | |
Oh. It's just you and Joe today. He's up top. | 1:14:46 | 1:14:50 | |
There has been a lot of criticism of late. | 1:14:52 | 1:14:55 | |
People have been saying that RGM has been sounding old-fashioned. | 1:14:55 | 1:15:00 | |
Maybe it's because of your classical training, | 1:15:00 | 1:15:02 | |
or maybe you've been spending too much time on your psychic studies, | 1:15:02 | 1:15:06 | |
but the point is, you've been letting the side slip | 1:15:06 | 1:15:08 | |
and I can't allow it to happen any more. | 1:15:08 | 1:15:10 | |
Am I...? | 1:15:10 | 1:15:12 | |
Joe, are you firing me? | 1:15:12 | 1:15:14 | |
-Well, you can't write songs if you're not here. -I got scared. | 1:15:14 | 1:15:17 | |
Those boys downstairs, I'm not from London, they sense that. | 1:15:17 | 1:15:20 | |
Friend in need, Geoff. | 1:15:20 | 1:15:22 | |
If my work is so old-fashioned, | 1:15:24 | 1:15:26 | |
then why are you recording one of my old tunes? | 1:15:26 | 1:15:28 | |
The song is by my two new boys, it's got nothing to do with you. | 1:15:28 | 1:15:31 | |
Oh, so you didn't steal it? That would be a first! | 1:15:31 | 1:15:34 | |
No! | 1:15:34 | 1:15:36 | |
Fucking...! | 1:15:43 | 1:15:44 | |
You're just jealous because they showed you up | 1:15:46 | 1:15:49 | |
in your fucking job! | 1:15:49 | 1:15:51 | |
Let's hope they don't have to write for your pretty, tone-deaf pudding! | 1:15:51 | 1:15:54 | |
Who always sings the guide track? | 1:15:54 | 1:15:56 | |
-I'm normally louder on the record than he is! -Oh, fuck off, Geoff. | 1:15:56 | 1:15:59 | |
You're a sad, jealous little boy. | 1:15:59 | 1:16:02 | |
HE CONTINUES SHOUTING | 1:16:02 | 1:16:06 | |
I'll give you jealous. Your little cherub has already moved out. | 1:16:06 | 1:16:10 | |
Do you think he's going to be living alone? | 1:16:10 | 1:16:12 | |
I don't want to see you any more. | 1:16:23 | 1:16:25 | |
You wouldn't be here if it wasn't for my songs. | 1:16:28 | 1:16:30 | |
You've always been an embarrassment to me. | 1:16:30 | 1:16:34 | |
I wrote hits for you, Joe. I... | 1:16:37 | 1:16:40 | |
The songs come to us from out there. | 1:16:42 | 1:16:46 | |
Somewhere. | 1:16:46 | 1:16:47 | |
If that song is off an old tape then I wrote it. | 1:16:50 | 1:16:53 | |
Patrick! | 1:16:55 | 1:16:57 | |
I'm here, Joe. | 1:16:57 | 1:16:59 | |
Show Mr Goddard to the door. | 1:17:00 | 1:17:02 | |
Thanks for your help, Geoff. Shan't be needing you any more. | 1:17:02 | 1:17:05 | |
Come on, Geoff. | 1:17:11 | 1:17:12 | |
This place used to radiate. | 1:17:16 | 1:17:18 | |
Everyone gave something into the ether | 1:17:18 | 1:17:21 | |
and together we created...miracles. | 1:17:21 | 1:17:25 | |
He got big-headed. | 1:17:25 | 1:17:27 | |
Sucked everyone's energy, like a vampire. | 1:17:27 | 1:17:31 | |
I can see where he's going. | 1:17:34 | 1:17:37 | |
It's dark. | 1:17:37 | 1:17:39 | |
Cold. | 1:17:40 | 1:17:42 | |
I fear it may cost him everything. | 1:17:44 | 1:17:46 | |
Bye, Geoff. | 1:17:54 | 1:17:55 | |
Be careful, Patrick. | 1:17:58 | 1:18:00 | |
RADIO: Hello, Playmates. | 1:18:17 | 1:18:18 | |
# Oh, what a glorious thing to be | 1:18:18 | 1:18:21 | |
# A healthy grown-up busy, busy bee | 1:18:21 | 1:18:23 | |
# Whiling away the passing hours... # | 1:18:23 | 1:18:26 | |
All right, sweetheart? | 1:18:26 | 1:18:28 | |
# ..I'd like to be a busy, busy bee | 1:18:28 | 1:18:30 | |
# Being just as busy as a bee can be | 1:18:30 | 1:18:32 | |
# Flying round the garden | 1:18:32 | 1:18:33 | |
# Brightest ever seen | 1:18:33 | 1:18:35 | |
# Taking back the honey to the dear old queen... # | 1:18:35 | 1:18:37 | |
Fuck off! | 1:18:37 | 1:18:39 | |
SHOUTING | 1:18:40 | 1:18:42 | |
# Honey bee, honey bee | 1:18:42 | 1:18:44 | |
# Bzzz if you like but don't sting me | 1:18:44 | 1:18:47 | |
# Honey bee, honey bee | 1:18:47 | 1:18:50 | |
# Bzzz if you like but don't sting me! # | 1:18:50 | 1:18:53 | |
MUSIC PLAYS | 1:18:57 | 1:19:00 | |
HE WHISTLES | 1:19:00 | 1:19:01 | |
"Hello, Playmates!" | 1:19:04 | 1:19:06 | |
Morning. Miserable bastard. | 1:19:06 | 1:19:09 | |
I'm moving into my new digs tonight. Handsome, it is. | 1:19:11 | 1:19:14 | |
You should see it, it's lovely. Bedroom the size of a football pitch. | 1:19:14 | 1:19:17 | |
I've got an ensuite and all. Never had one of those before. | 1:19:17 | 1:19:21 | |
I'm playing the Arthur Askey gig tonight. Are you coming? | 1:19:24 | 1:19:28 | |
# I'm a busy, busy bee Oh, what a glorious thing to be. # | 1:19:28 | 1:19:31 | |
GASPS What are you doing?! | 1:19:31 | 1:19:34 | |
-What are you doing? What are you doing?! -Who is she? | 1:19:34 | 1:19:37 | |
-What are you on about? -Who is she?! | 1:19:37 | 1:19:39 | |
-You've been covering your tracks, haven't you? -Tongues wag, Joe. | 1:19:41 | 1:19:45 | |
It's good for my image to have a girlfriend. | 1:19:48 | 1:19:50 | |
What fucking image? I gave you your fucking image! | 1:19:50 | 1:19:54 | |
I'm not like you. | 1:19:56 | 1:19:58 | |
Go on then, go. Leave your stuff, go, I've got work to do. | 1:20:04 | 1:20:07 | |
Go if you're going! Fucking go! | 1:20:07 | 1:20:10 | |
SOBS | 1:20:10 | 1:20:14 | |
TURNS ON MUSIC: "Have I The Right?" by The Honeycombs | 1:20:16 | 1:20:20 | |
# You know I'll always miss you | 1:20:20 | 1:20:22 | |
# I've loved you from the very start | 1:20:22 | 1:20:27 | |
# Come right back I just can't bear it | 1:20:29 | 1:20:31 | |
# I've got this love and I long to share it | 1:20:31 | 1:20:35 | |
# Come right back I'll show my love is strong | 1:20:35 | 1:20:40 | |
# Oh, yeah | 1:20:40 | 1:20:41 | |
# Have I the right to touch you? | 1:20:41 | 1:20:44 | |
# If I could you'd see how much you | 1:20:44 | 1:20:48 | |
# Send those shivers running down my spine | 1:20:48 | 1:20:52 | |
# Oooh-ooh-ooh | 1:20:52 | 1:20:54 | |
# Have I the right to thrill you? | 1:20:54 | 1:20:58 | |
# You know I'll wait until you | 1:20:58 | 1:21:00 | |
# Give me the right to make you mine | 1:21:00 | 1:21:05 | |
# Come right back I just can't bear it | 1:21:07 | 1:21:10 | |
# I've got some love and I long to share it... # | 1:21:10 | 1:21:13 | |
-DJ: -That was The Honeycombs, | 1:21:13 | 1:21:15 | |
with their second week at the top of the charts, | 1:21:15 | 1:21:18 | |
but how long can they keep the new boys off the top spot? | 1:21:18 | 1:21:20 | |
Playing us out, it's the Kinks. | 1:21:20 | 1:21:22 | |
INTRO: "You Really Got Me" by the Kinks | 1:21:22 | 1:21:24 | |
That's enough of that. | 1:21:24 | 1:21:25 | |
-How was Spain? -Majorca. | 1:21:39 | 1:21:42 | |
Impressive. | 1:21:42 | 1:21:44 | |
I would have been prepared to be talked down. | 1:22:16 | 1:22:18 | |
I would have settled for less. | 1:22:18 | 1:22:20 | |
Doesn't matter. | 1:22:20 | 1:22:22 | |
If you had waited until after the Telstar case, | 1:22:22 | 1:22:24 | |
-you could have easily bought me out with your own royalties. -Really? | 1:22:24 | 1:22:28 | |
As it stands, you've just spent our last penny from our latest hit | 1:22:28 | 1:22:31 | |
to buy half a company which is in debt and losing money. | 1:22:31 | 1:22:35 | |
BLOWS RASPBERRY | 1:22:38 | 1:22:44 | |
Sour grapes, innit? | 1:22:48 | 1:22:49 | |
You just don't want to lose half the business | 1:22:49 | 1:22:52 | |
because you know how big it's going to get. | 1:22:52 | 1:22:54 | |
I hope you're right, Joe. | 1:22:54 | 1:22:56 | |
I know I'm right, Wilfred. | 1:22:56 | 1:22:58 | |
-Geoff says the song was stolen from him. -Let him sue. | 1:22:58 | 1:23:03 | |
I'm number one again and that's just the start. | 1:23:03 | 1:23:08 | |
Look after your men, Joe. They're the only thing looking after you. | 1:23:16 | 1:23:20 | |
Thanks for the advice, Major. | 1:23:20 | 1:23:22 | |
Now fuck off. | 1:23:22 | 1:23:24 | |
-What now, boss? -Bigger and better things, Patrick. | 1:23:33 | 1:23:37 | |
Play it properly or I'll blow your fucking head off. | 1:23:42 | 1:23:45 | |
I'm recording. | 1:23:52 | 1:23:53 | |
MUSIC STARTS | 1:23:56 | 1:23:58 | |
What do we have here? These dire cash problems. | 1:24:00 | 1:24:03 | |
With the Telstar money frozen, | 1:24:03 | 1:24:05 | |
simply, there is not enough money coming in | 1:24:05 | 1:24:08 | |
to pay for the tax on the previous high earnings. | 1:24:08 | 1:24:11 | |
You have a strong heart. | 1:24:15 | 1:24:16 | |
And I sense that your guide is Rameses the Great. | 1:24:16 | 1:24:21 | |
The mightiest of Pharaohs! | 1:24:21 | 1:24:23 | |
Operating under pseudonyms. | 1:24:23 | 1:24:25 | |
Reneging on royalties to individuals. | 1:24:25 | 1:24:28 | |
Breaking union pay laws. | 1:24:28 | 1:24:30 | |
These are very serious matters! | 1:24:30 | 1:24:33 | |
And I see great doom. | 1:24:33 | 1:24:35 | |
Tax must be paid! | 1:24:35 | 1:24:37 | |
Her Majesty's Board of Trade. | 1:24:37 | 1:24:39 | |
I look down with terrible anger. | 1:24:39 | 1:24:41 | |
Seize your assets. | 1:24:41 | 1:24:42 | |
You work for us. | 1:24:42 | 1:24:44 | |
We own your very soul. | 1:24:44 | 1:24:46 | |
ECHOES | 1:24:46 | 1:24:48 | |
-Please don't come back! Please don't come back! -Joseph, it's OK. | 1:25:00 | 1:25:03 | |
It's all right. Sit down. Get your breath back. | 1:25:03 | 1:25:06 | |
You're all right. Here. Put your head between your legs. | 1:25:06 | 1:25:09 | |
-You're all right. -Fucking nutter. Where did he get that from? | 1:25:09 | 1:25:12 | |
Heinz used to have it on the tour. | 1:25:12 | 1:25:13 | |
-Used to get a lot of gyp threats and that. -Wanker. | 1:25:13 | 1:25:16 | |
-I'm going to be sick. -You're all right, mate, it's over now. | 1:25:16 | 1:25:18 | |
Oh, I've fucking pissed myself. Pissed me fucking pants, man! | 1:25:18 | 1:25:22 | |
He's been under a lot of stress lately, with the bank, | 1:25:22 | 1:25:24 | |
the Board of Trade, the French courts... | 1:25:24 | 1:25:26 | |
-Good boy, Patrick, I can trust you. -Sick wanker! -I'm sorry, mate. | 1:25:26 | 1:25:30 | |
It's just tunes, mate. It's supposed to be a laugh. | 1:25:30 | 1:25:32 | |
-I've got to get some air. -I think we all have. | 1:25:32 | 1:25:34 | |
Supposed to be fun. | 1:25:34 | 1:25:36 | |
He wouldn't have pulled a gun on Clem, would he? | 1:25:40 | 1:25:43 | |
Bunch of girls. I would have shot Clem. | 1:25:48 | 1:25:50 | |
And here, with the Beatles, is their famous manager, Mr Brian Epstein. | 1:25:50 | 1:25:54 | |
# It's hard to believe... # | 1:25:54 | 1:25:56 | |
Joe. Joe. I don't understand all that palaver. | 1:25:56 | 1:25:59 | |
I just don't understand why I don't get my rent. | 1:25:59 | 1:26:02 | |
I'm so sorry, Biddy. | 1:26:02 | 1:26:05 | |
I mean Violet. | 1:26:05 | 1:26:08 | |
Knives are out for me on all sides. | 1:26:08 | 1:26:10 | |
I am being ripped from pillar to post. People just... | 1:26:10 | 1:26:13 | |
I don't know what to do. | 1:26:15 | 1:26:18 | |
I don't have anything to give you. | 1:26:18 | 1:26:21 | |
Oh, here you go. You'll be fine. | 1:26:21 | 1:26:25 | |
Don't worry. As soon as the money comes through from Telstar, | 1:26:28 | 1:26:31 | |
you'll be rich as Solomon. | 1:26:31 | 1:26:33 | |
That French bastard has ruined my fucking life. | 1:26:33 | 1:26:36 | |
I'm sorry, Violet. | 1:26:36 | 1:26:38 | |
-"Pardon my French," you should say. -Yeah! | 1:26:38 | 1:26:43 | |
'Pushing Telstar from the Guinness book of records. | 1:26:43 | 1:26:45 | |
'And now with an MBE for services to Great Britain, it seems | 1:26:45 | 1:26:50 | |
'that the fans really do have something to scream about.' | 1:26:50 | 1:26:53 | |
Listen, I only do autographs at shows, all right? | 1:26:55 | 1:26:58 | |
-Where are you going with my car? -Heinz Burt. Repossession order. | 1:26:58 | 1:27:02 | |
You fucking what? | 1:27:02 | 1:27:05 | |
What's all this? Oi! | 1:27:05 | 1:27:07 | |
Don't look at me, I don't know! | 1:27:11 | 1:27:14 | |
-I want it back. You can't stick me with your fucking debts. -And the car! | 1:27:14 | 1:27:18 | |
-I don't know nothing. -And what about the boat? | 1:27:18 | 1:27:21 | |
What about my boat?! | 1:27:21 | 1:27:22 | |
'Stop shouting. I know you're outside.' | 1:27:24 | 1:27:26 | |
I go down the jetty and there's nothing there. | 1:27:26 | 1:27:28 | |
All I'm left with is a handful of paper. | 1:27:28 | 1:27:31 | |
You know Larry Parnes, you know we've had a terrible rift. | 1:27:31 | 1:27:34 | |
Sort of. | 1:27:36 | 1:27:38 | |
So your secret chats behind my back | 1:27:38 | 1:27:40 | |
have done nothing but give him something to hurt me with. | 1:27:40 | 1:27:42 | |
I asked him for advice, that's all. | 1:27:42 | 1:27:44 | |
How dare you try and creep out of your contract after all I've done? | 1:27:44 | 1:27:47 | |
You put me on that shitty seaside tour and I am sick of it. | 1:27:47 | 1:27:50 | |
And when I get back, I've got fucking nothing. | 1:27:50 | 1:27:54 | |
I've got no car, no boat, and no follow-up! | 1:27:54 | 1:27:57 | |
I've had a row with Geoff. | 1:27:57 | 1:27:59 | |
Well, he's a prat anyway. | 1:27:59 | 1:28:01 | |
What about them two that wrote for the Honeycombs? Yeah? | 1:28:02 | 1:28:06 | |
I liked all that. | 1:28:06 | 1:28:08 | |
'Really, Joe. You can't be serious. | 1:28:08 | 1:28:10 | |
'I mean, he is awful! You really must move on.' | 1:28:10 | 1:28:13 | |
-They're not right. -Can't you write some? | 1:28:13 | 1:28:16 | |
No point, if you want to leave me. | 1:28:16 | 1:28:19 | |
No... | 1:28:19 | 1:28:20 | |
I just thought something funny was going on, that's all. | 1:28:23 | 1:28:25 | |
That's why I called Parnes. | 1:28:25 | 1:28:27 | |
It's Della, yeah. | 1:28:27 | 1:28:30 | |
Just gets a bit, you know, jealous. Silly, really. | 1:28:30 | 1:28:33 | |
-I don't mean to hurt people. -I just want my car back. | 1:28:34 | 1:28:37 | |
-I'll see what I can do. -What about my follow-up? | 1:28:38 | 1:28:41 | |
I just don't want to lose you. | 1:28:41 | 1:28:44 | |
I'm going now. | 1:28:44 | 1:28:45 | |
Things will get better, you'll see! | 1:28:50 | 1:28:52 | |
What happens to people like us, Patrick? Music people? | 1:28:56 | 1:29:00 | |
When all the hits have gone, when they've all been dried up. | 1:29:01 | 1:29:05 | |
What do we do when we can't do this any more? | 1:29:06 | 1:29:08 | |
Get proper jobs, I suppose. | 1:29:10 | 1:29:12 | |
I think we're just supposed to disappear. | 1:29:19 | 1:29:22 | |
'Dear Mr Gillard. | 1:29:29 | 1:29:32 | |
'As my lawyer, there are certain things | 1:29:32 | 1:29:34 | |
'I would like you to know about me. | 1:29:34 | 1:29:36 | |
'So that you are not influenced | 1:29:38 | 1:29:40 | |
'by things other people are saying about me.' | 1:29:40 | 1:29:42 | |
'I know there are some things I'm not good at - numbers, paperwork - | 1:29:44 | 1:29:48 | |
'but that don't make me bad.' | 1:29:48 | 1:29:49 | |
Excuse me. | 1:29:49 | 1:29:51 | |
'It seems that all the things I'm no good at is what people use to hurt me with, | 1:29:57 | 1:30:01 | |
'and all the things I am good at...don't matter. | 1:30:01 | 1:30:04 | |
'All my time is spent catching up. | 1:30:09 | 1:30:11 | |
'But every time I look up, everything's changed. | 1:30:16 | 1:30:19 | |
'And I have to catch up again. | 1:30:19 | 1:30:21 | |
'Why does everyone want to hurt me? | 1:30:26 | 1:30:28 | |
'Please... | 1:30:28 | 1:30:30 | |
'be my friend. | 1:30:30 | 1:30:32 | |
'Please, help me.' | 1:30:32 | 1:30:34 | |
Yours sincerely, Joe Meek. | 1:30:36 | 1:30:38 | |
Why are you having parties? You can't afford this. | 1:30:58 | 1:31:01 | |
If I can buy my way into those pirate ship top tens, I bloody well will. | 1:31:01 | 1:31:05 | |
You can't afford to pay bribes. | 1:31:05 | 1:31:07 | |
They're not bribes, they're investments. | 1:31:07 | 1:31:09 | |
-You can't afford them. -Right, read the letter. | 1:31:09 | 1:31:12 | |
Go on, read the letter. | 1:31:12 | 1:31:13 | |
Go on, read the letter, read the letter. | 1:31:13 | 1:31:16 | |
"EMI Records, EMI House, W1. | 1:31:16 | 1:31:21 | |
"Dear Mr Meek, EMI re, Have I The Right, by The Honeycombs. | 1:31:21 | 1:31:26 | |
"Thank you for submitting your record. We feel that this record is of no commercial value. | 1:31:26 | 1:31:31 | |
"Yours sincerely, Sir Joseph Lockwood." | 1:31:31 | 1:31:35 | |
Well, that one sold half a million, so someone knows what they're doing. | 1:31:35 | 1:31:38 | |
DOOR SLAMS | 1:31:38 | 1:31:41 | |
Now, now, sir. | 1:31:51 | 1:31:53 | |
Robert George Meek, we are officers of Her Majesty's Board of Trade and Commerce, | 1:31:54 | 1:31:58 | |
and after several requests for receipts of trade and income, | 1:31:58 | 1:32:00 | |
we are now authorised to seize... | 1:32:00 | 1:32:02 | |
Don't go in there! I don't have the books. Tony Shanks has the books and won't give 'em back. | 1:32:03 | 1:32:08 | |
-Open it! -It's full of junk. | 1:32:08 | 1:32:10 | |
You put that back. You put that back! | 1:32:11 | 1:32:14 | |
It stinks in here. | 1:32:16 | 1:32:17 | |
Don't you ever think to open a window? | 1:32:17 | 1:32:19 | |
My lawyer, Mr Gilhead, he'll tell you. | 1:32:19 | 1:32:21 | |
No, don't do that. No, don't do that! | 1:32:21 | 1:32:24 | |
Don't... | 1:32:24 | 1:32:25 | |
Don't do that! | 1:32:25 | 1:32:27 | |
No, don't do that! Don't do that! | 1:32:27 | 1:32:29 | |
No, no... | 1:32:29 | 1:32:31 | |
RADIO CRACKLES | 1:33:19 | 1:33:21 | |
Joe. | 1:33:41 | 1:33:42 | |
Wake up, Joe. | 1:33:45 | 1:33:47 | |
Joe, it's Patrick. | 1:33:48 | 1:33:49 | |
Oh, sorry, was I off again? | 1:33:51 | 1:33:53 | |
Miles away. | 1:33:53 | 1:33:54 | |
RADIO CONTINUES CRACKLING | 1:33:54 | 1:33:56 | |
You shouldn't take those. | 1:33:58 | 1:33:59 | |
-They help me think. -And the others? | 1:33:59 | 1:34:03 | |
They stop me thinking. | 1:34:04 | 1:34:07 | |
You should see Dr Crisp about those trances. | 1:34:07 | 1:34:10 | |
The last thing I need is another doctor's bill. | 1:34:10 | 1:34:12 | |
You don't get them any more, silly. | 1:34:12 | 1:34:14 | |
I pinched a bit of steak from Mum's larder. We've got some spuds, I thought I'd do us some tea. | 1:34:14 | 1:34:19 | |
You're so very kind. | 1:34:19 | 1:34:22 | |
PHONE RINGS | 1:34:22 | 1:34:24 | |
Leave it. Patrick... | 1:34:24 | 1:34:27 | |
PHONE CONTINUES RINGING | 1:34:27 | 1:34:29 | |
They want to take my boys away. | 1:34:36 | 1:34:39 | |
Who? | 1:34:39 | 1:34:40 | |
The Krays. | 1:34:42 | 1:34:43 | |
They saw The Tornadoes at the relief gig | 1:34:45 | 1:34:48 | |
and they want to manage them. | 1:34:48 | 1:34:50 | |
Joe...you should take Sir Joseph's offer. | 1:34:51 | 1:34:55 | |
Work at Abbey Road. | 1:34:55 | 1:34:56 | |
Let them worry about the bills and the tax. | 1:34:56 | 1:34:59 | |
You've had enough bad luck in this place. | 1:34:59 | 1:35:01 | |
You've proved your point. You should move on. | 1:35:01 | 1:35:05 | |
My real name is Robert. | 1:35:07 | 1:35:10 | |
Robert George Meek. RGM. | 1:35:10 | 1:35:13 | |
My nan named me Joe after her son. | 1:35:15 | 1:35:17 | |
Uncle Joe was killed in the Great War. | 1:35:17 | 1:35:20 | |
An officer...a boy | 1:35:20 | 1:35:22 | |
ordered him to take up a Maxim gun post | 1:35:22 | 1:35:24 | |
where he knew he'd be shot, and he did it and he was, shot. | 1:35:24 | 1:35:28 | |
Right through the face. | 1:35:28 | 1:35:29 | |
This officer, he ordered the next soldier to pull the body down | 1:35:31 | 1:35:35 | |
and take up the post. Well...the next soldier was... | 1:35:35 | 1:35:39 | |
..my father. And he did it. | 1:35:41 | 1:35:44 | |
Oh, he fought like mad. | 1:35:44 | 1:35:46 | |
But he was hit. Lucky though, he survived. | 1:35:48 | 1:35:51 | |
He had a piece of shrapnel lodged in his skull. | 1:35:51 | 1:35:55 | |
He had to convalesce for years, but it was a shock, you see, the shock, | 1:35:55 | 1:35:59 | |
the shock did the damage. | 1:35:59 | 1:36:01 | |
Then he met my mum. | 1:36:04 | 1:36:06 | |
But all our lives, he could never work for anyone else. | 1:36:07 | 1:36:10 | |
He could never take an order from anyone ever else again, | 1:36:10 | 1:36:13 | |
it would drive him mad. | 1:36:13 | 1:36:15 | |
T-T-T-The shrapnel would move in his skull | 1:36:15 | 1:36:17 | |
and he would smash up the village and spend all night screaming. | 1:36:17 | 1:36:21 | |
So he had to be his own boss, you see, he had to be. | 1:36:21 | 1:36:26 | |
Anyway, that's why I'm called Joe. | 1:36:28 | 1:36:32 | |
I can't work for someone else. | 1:36:35 | 1:36:37 | |
Everything I try to do is here. | 1:36:39 | 1:36:42 | |
I'll make tea. | 1:36:47 | 1:36:48 | |
BIRDS SING | 1:37:05 | 1:37:07 | |
You, Joe, are a very special boy. | 1:37:11 | 1:37:15 | |
You have a little sparkle in you. | 1:37:15 | 1:37:18 | |
I used to look at you and I would be so glad to see you. | 1:37:37 | 1:37:40 | |
No matter how I felt, you would...lift me up. | 1:37:42 | 1:37:45 | |
Now I can't help seeing you bearing down on me with all those other bastards. | 1:37:47 | 1:37:51 | |
-I need the money you owe me. -Please, go home, I don't owe you anything. | 1:37:51 | 1:37:56 | |
Bollocks. | 1:37:56 | 1:37:57 | |
You had hits all over the world. The Tornados and my solo stuff. | 1:37:57 | 1:38:02 | |
You cost me. | 1:38:02 | 1:38:04 | |
Every picture you had took, every record that got pressed and never sold cost me. | 1:38:05 | 1:38:10 | |
Half the time you were in the charts cost me, and I paid for that. | 1:38:10 | 1:38:15 | |
Well, if you'd done a better job, you'd have had more hits. | 1:38:15 | 1:38:18 | |
I did everything for you. | 1:38:18 | 1:38:21 | |
-I sweated blood for you. -It weren't enough. | 1:38:22 | 1:38:25 | |
It didn't work. | 1:38:25 | 1:38:26 | |
I've got a job, Joe. | 1:38:26 | 1:38:29 | |
Jesus, a job, I'm painting fucking buses! | 1:38:29 | 1:38:34 | |
You lied. | 1:38:36 | 1:38:37 | |
The Palladium this, | 1:38:39 | 1:38:41 | |
America that... | 1:38:41 | 1:38:43 | |
You fuckin' lied! | 1:38:43 | 1:38:45 | |
I'm a mug I believed all your bullshit. | 1:38:47 | 1:38:51 | |
I loved you. | 1:38:52 | 1:38:54 | |
When I think about us, I'm actually sick. | 1:38:56 | 1:38:59 | |
I knew you was a bender. I had your number from the start. | 1:39:00 | 1:39:04 | |
-You're the mug. -That's a lie. | 1:39:04 | 1:39:07 | |
-No, you're the fucking liar! -No, I know what I am. | 1:39:07 | 1:39:12 | |
Yeah, sick bent old crook who owes me money! | 1:39:12 | 1:39:15 | |
I... | 1:39:15 | 1:39:16 | |
SCREAMS AND SHOUTS | 1:39:17 | 1:39:21 | |
I've seen it before, Joe. I've seen it all before. Come on, then! | 1:39:21 | 1:39:25 | |
Yeah, you fucking...old fuck. | 1:39:27 | 1:39:31 | |
Yeah, yeah, I'll fucking kill you. | 1:39:31 | 1:39:33 | |
I will fucking murder ya! | 1:39:33 | 1:39:36 | |
I made you. | 1:39:39 | 1:39:41 | |
You're not supposed to be like this. | 1:39:42 | 1:39:45 | |
-It's not supposed to be like this. -If I see you here again... | 1:39:45 | 1:39:48 | |
-You don't understand. -..I'll kill you. | 1:39:48 | 1:39:51 | |
Bender. | 1:39:58 | 1:40:00 | |
What are you talking about? | 1:40:17 | 1:40:20 | |
You want me... | 1:40:20 | 1:40:22 | |
So am I. | 1:40:37 | 1:40:39 | |
Astorina an Domini...inferni. | 1:40:39 | 1:40:43 | |
An Domini inferni... | 1:40:43 | 1:40:46 | |
Please, hear me. | 1:40:52 | 1:40:54 | |
Someone is stealing from me, and from my mind, my ideas. | 1:40:54 | 1:40:59 | |
I know I'm not myself, you see. | 1:40:59 | 1:41:01 | |
And I've tried, I've tried not thinking, | 1:41:01 | 1:41:04 | |
I've tried not speaking, but it always seems to find a way of... | 1:41:04 | 1:41:07 | |
fucking having me, and it's taking me somewhere, | 1:41:07 | 1:41:11 | |
and I know you understand, so where does it go? | 1:41:11 | 1:41:15 | |
I wish someone loved me. | 1:41:16 | 1:41:18 | |
But you love someone, they just take from you. | 1:41:18 | 1:41:21 | |
They ruin you from inside, and everything else gets ruined. | 1:41:21 | 1:41:24 | |
It's easy to get famous and now my music's no good. | 1:41:24 | 1:41:28 | |
Please tell me what to do to make it stop. Please... | 1:41:31 | 1:41:34 | |
..make it stop! | 1:41:36 | 1:41:37 | |
I understand. | 1:41:40 | 1:41:42 | |
Joe? | 1:42:27 | 1:42:28 | |
Oh, God! | 1:42:28 | 1:42:30 | |
There's a couple of kids downstairs here to stack some tapes. | 1:42:30 | 1:42:32 | |
Tell them to fuck off. | 1:42:32 | 1:42:35 | |
We don't need you today, boys. | 1:42:35 | 1:42:37 | |
Get Mrs Shenton up here! | 1:42:46 | 1:42:48 | |
I don't know what it's about, Mrs Shenton. | 1:42:51 | 1:42:53 | |
-He just really wants to see you. -Oh, he's been busy. | 1:42:53 | 1:42:55 | |
He recorded me singing last night. | 1:42:55 | 1:42:57 | |
It's always been a secret ambition of mine, singing. | 1:42:57 | 1:43:00 | |
I'm sure it'll sound lovely. What sort of mood's he in? | 1:43:00 | 1:43:03 | |
-Oh, he's in a pretty bad mood. -Oh, well, I'll cheer him up. | 1:43:03 | 1:43:07 | |
Will you hold this for me? I don't like to smoke up there. | 1:43:07 | 1:43:11 | |
-I want a word with you. -Oh, my God, is that real? Is it loaded? | 1:43:40 | 1:43:45 | |
Don't talk, answer the question. | 1:43:45 | 1:43:47 | |
-What question? You haven't asked a question. -I'm not stupid. | 1:43:47 | 1:43:52 | |
Come on, Joe, you're really frightening me. | 1:43:52 | 1:43:55 | |
Who is he? | 1:43:58 | 1:43:59 | |
-Who's who? -I've told you once, I'm not stupid! | 1:43:59 | 1:44:04 | |
If I was stupid, people wouldn't be able to ruin me. | 1:44:04 | 1:44:07 | |
Who is the man, our friend in the Crombie coat? | 1:44:07 | 1:44:11 | |
Him? He's just the agent. | 1:44:11 | 1:44:14 | |
Agent? | 1:44:14 | 1:44:16 | |
He's the estate agent. | 1:44:16 | 1:44:19 | |
We're not as young as we were, and you've been terrible with the rent. | 1:44:28 | 1:44:32 | |
-The business has been poor. -Estate agents? | 1:44:32 | 1:44:36 | |
Give me the book, the rent book. | 1:44:39 | 1:44:42 | |
Let me find the book. | 1:44:42 | 1:44:43 | |
I think it's downstairs. | 1:44:43 | 1:44:45 | |
Why don't we just pop down and have a nice cup of tea. | 1:44:45 | 1:44:48 | |
Just give me the fucking book! | 1:44:48 | 1:44:51 | |
Your lease is up at the end of the month. | 1:44:51 | 1:44:53 | |
The bank next door wants to expand. | 1:44:53 | 1:44:55 | |
We are retiring, it's nothing to do with the rent. | 1:44:55 | 1:44:58 | |
I didn't want to tell you like this. The shop is our nest egg. | 1:44:58 | 1:45:02 | |
-I said, didn't I... -You let an estate agent in here. | 1:45:04 | 1:45:07 | |
Well, he had to see the place before he could make an offer. | 1:45:07 | 1:45:11 | |
Yeah, I knew something was wrong. I knew something. | 1:45:11 | 1:45:14 | |
I thought everyone was out to hurt me, | 1:45:14 | 1:45:16 | |
I thought all these people wanted to get me | 1:45:16 | 1:45:18 | |
I thought there was a curse. | 1:45:18 | 1:45:21 | |
I didn't know, I thought it might be Phil Spector or George Martin | 1:45:21 | 1:45:24 | |
or any of those thieving pigs, but no, no, it was you! | 1:45:24 | 1:45:29 | |
Just...you! | 1:45:30 | 1:45:32 | |
Selling my home when I was in it. | 1:45:34 | 1:45:36 | |
The place I built from nothing. | 1:45:37 | 1:45:39 | |
The place I lived and toiled in for six years, | 1:45:39 | 1:45:43 | |
the place that everyone else got fat off. | 1:45:43 | 1:45:46 | |
That made millions and millions and millions of people happy. | 1:45:46 | 1:45:51 | |
And you, you was trying to sell it. | 1:45:51 | 1:45:54 | |
You was trying to kill it. | 1:45:54 | 1:45:55 | |
It was you, Violet. | 1:45:55 | 1:45:58 | |
She's dead, Joe. | 1:46:30 | 1:46:32 | |
I think she's dead. | 1:46:32 | 1:46:34 | |
What have you done, Joe? | 1:46:36 | 1:46:37 | |
No, Joe, please, don't! Please, please! | 1:46:42 | 1:46:45 | |
-Stop, stop. -No, Joe, please! | 1:46:45 | 1:46:47 | |
-It's all right, it's all right. -Please! | 1:46:47 | 1:46:50 | |
What's the date? | 1:46:51 | 1:46:53 | |
-What? -What's the date? | 1:46:55 | 1:46:57 | |
It's the 3rd, it's February the 3rd. | 1:46:57 | 1:47:00 | |
Bye, Patrick. | 1:47:10 | 1:47:12 | |
Joe! No! | 1:47:25 | 1:47:28 | |
No, no! | 1:47:28 | 1:47:30 | |
No, no, no! | 1:47:30 | 1:47:33 | |
No, no, no, no! | 1:47:35 | 1:47:37 | |
No, no! | 1:47:39 | 1:47:41 | |
# If I got down on my knees | 1:47:47 | 1:47:50 | |
# And I pleaded with you | 1:47:50 | 1:47:53 | |
# Not to go, but to stay in my arms | 1:47:53 | 1:47:59 | |
# Would you walk | 1:47:59 | 1:48:03 | |
# Out the door | 1:48:03 | 1:48:06 | |
# Like you did once before? | 1:48:06 | 1:48:13 | |
# This time | 1:48:13 | 1:48:16 | |
# Be different | 1:48:16 | 1:48:19 | |
# Please stay | 1:48:19 | 1:48:22 | |
# Don't go | 1:48:22 | 1:48:25 | |
# If I call out your name like a prayer | 1:48:25 | 1:48:31 | |
# Would you leave me alone in my fear | 1:48:31 | 1:48:38 | |
# Knowing I | 1:48:38 | 1:48:40 | |
# Need you so? | 1:48:40 | 1:48:44 | |
# Would you still turn and go | 1:48:44 | 1:48:51 | |
# This time | 1:48:51 | 1:48:54 | |
# Be different | 1:48:54 | 1:48:57 | |
# Please stay | 1:48:57 | 1:49:00 | |
# Don't go | 1:49:00 | 1:49:03 | |
# Please stay | 1:49:03 | 1:49:07 | |
# I loved you before I even knew your name | 1:49:09 | 1:49:16 | |
# I wanted to give you my heart | 1:49:16 | 1:49:22 | |
# But when you came back | 1:49:22 | 1:49:25 | |
# After leaving me one time | 1:49:25 | 1:49:29 | |
# Oh, I knew, oh, how I knew | 1:49:29 | 1:49:33 | |
# That the heartache would start | 1:49:33 | 1:49:41 | |
# If I call out your name like a song | 1:49:44 | 1:49:51 | |
# Which was written for you and you alone | 1:49:51 | 1:49:57 | |
# Would you still | 1:49:57 | 1:50:00 | |
# Hurt my pride | 1:50:00 | 1:50:03 | |
# Baby, till | 1:50:03 | 1:50:06 | |
# Till I cry | 1:50:06 | 1:50:10 | |
# This time | 1:50:10 | 1:50:13 | |
# Be different | 1:50:13 | 1:50:16 | |
# Please stay | 1:50:16 | 1:50:19 | |
# Don't go | 1:50:19 | 1:50:22 | |
# Please stay | 1:50:22 | 1:50:25 | |
# You know I'll always love you, darling | 1:50:25 | 1:50:29 | |
# Please stay | 1:50:29 | 1:50:31 | |
# Don't go | 1:50:31 | 1:50:34 | |
# Please, please, stay. # | 1:50:34 | 1:50:40 | |
# Cheatin' was his trade | 1:51:01 | 1:51:03 | |
# A seller of lies | 1:51:04 | 1:51:06 | |
# A heart so cold | 1:51:07 | 1:51:09 | |
# He seemed to hypnotise | 1:51:10 | 1:51:13 | |
# He always works alone | 1:51:14 | 1:51:16 | |
# Crawdaddy Simone | 1:51:17 | 1:51:20 | |
# He had no axe to grind | 1:51:21 | 1:51:23 | |
# You never saw him smile | 1:51:25 | 1:51:27 | |
# But his look was good | 1:51:28 | 1:51:30 | |
# He always dressed in style | 1:51:32 | 1:51:34 | |
# He always walks alone | 1:51:35 | 1:51:37 | |
# Crawdaddy Simone... # | 1:51:38 | 1:51:41 | |
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