A Bigger Splash Page #3

BY NILSSON)

You can climb a mountain

You can swim the sea

You can jump into the fire

No, well,

it was something unbelievable

and that was when the Stones

came into their own, so to speak.

They killed their fathers, so to speak,

in front of millions of people

and the first real casualty

of that was Brian Jones.

Wait a second, I'm sorry.

Don't you think we should kill

the light in the booth?

Yes, brilliant! Just right!

- Good idea!

- All right. Make it black as you can.

Paint it black. (CHUCKLES)

I'll buy you a beer for that.

What's your name?

- Paul. Pleased to meet you. Hello. Hi.

- Harry. Pleased to meet you.

(DISTANT TRAFFIC)

(HARRY) She's the woman of the century

and I'm talking about her soul now.

Underneath all the sh*t, the shellac,

the noise, she's grounded.

She's a f***ing empath.

When the spaceships come in,

she'll be right out in front

with her arms wide open,

"Come, come to me, beautiful aliens!"

(CHUCKLES)

You're an idiot, man, seriously.

You should meet her.

Why do you keep doing this?

- We're done.

- No, you're not.

- Your bed's not even cold. Come on!

- Paul, look at me. We're done.

Marianne and I have

different music to make,

different... different sh*t.

And on top of all of that, she's

a trumpets-of-Jericho, white-hot f***.

- I don't want to hear it.

- She fucks and she fucks and she fucks.

Does she?

- Yeah.

- You don't want to do this, man.

Yeah.

Yeah, baby, ooh

Sweet things you promised me, baby

Seemed to go up in smoke

Mm, vanish like a dream

Baby, I wonder why

Why you do these things to me

'Cause I'm worried

Yeah and I just can't seem

To find my way...

Yeah, Tom. Tom, just, like, don't...

Don't lay off that kick drum,

all right?

Keep it going like a heartbeat.

That's it. Ba-pa-boom! Ba-pa-boom!

Ba-pa-boom! Ba-pa-boom!

- Are you happy Harry?

- Uh, nearly.

I'm not crazy about the sound

I'm getting off the hi-hat.

- Could we move the microphone?

- Can we fix it and then can we go?

- Can we f***ing go?

- I got it, Harry.

- Yeah.

- (SIGHS)

- Hey, praise f***, you made it. Yeah!

- Good to see you, man.

Come here.

We're just to go for a take, Paul.

- All right. Let's hear.

- Come, come, come.

Uh, Marianne, Paul.

Paul, Marianne.

Hello!

Onward pagan soldiers.

Okay, let's go.

(GRUNTS)

Go, Harry! Go, Harry!

- Ah! Who won?

- (CLAPPING)

- Harry... maybe.

- (HARRY) Er, no, no, he won.

Just about, just... just... Woo!

(WHOOPING)

(HARRY) Champion!

See? I still got it.

(CHUCKLES)

Oh!

- Sylvie! Ah!

- (SYLVIE GASPS)

(CHUCKLING)

(MIREILLE) Three more boats have

sunk here coming from Tunisia.

I want you to send down

Laurent and a photographer

(TRADITIONAL FOLK MUSIC

PLAYS IN BACKGROUND)

- (HARRY CHUCKLES)

- (PAUL) Check this out.

Why are we listening to this? You want

to end up in a padded room? F***.

- It was on the turntable.

- I know, but it's sh*t!

What have we got here?

No, no, no, Roxy Music, no. Uh-oh!

Some of this is good sh*t. (CHUCKLES)

Ah, ah, ah, ah! Look what they have!

Wait, where's Pen?

Pen! (CHUCKLES) Pen!

- Pen!

- (SIGHS)

Pen! Come hear what Daddy made!

Come on!

(CHUCKLES)

Okay, I think Marianne's heard this.

Sylvie, do you know this album?

I can tell you a little story about

my contribution to Rolling Stones history.

Just after Darryl came in

and I was working with Don Smith,

who'd done

a lot of Keith's solo stuff with me

and we were at Windmill Lane in Dublin

and it was raining.

Non-stop Irish rain,

it wouldn't f***ing stop

and I was quitting smoking,

so it was coffee, coffee, coffee

and this song,

which you are going to hear,

it just wasn't f***ing working.

- Keith is insisting no drums, you know?

- (MOUTHS)

We're working away and I think,

no, no, I go to Keith and I say,

"Okay, so can Ronnie do

a track on pedal steel?"

He goes, "Yeah, but no drums."

So I'm thinking "What the f***!"

So I give Mick castanets.

So you've got Chuck Leavell

on the harmonium

and everyone is folding in

all this beautiful sh*t,

but this song is not taking off,

so I say to Keith, "Do you trust me?"

He goes yeah. "If I promise no drums,

can we do a percussion track?"

He says,

"What's Charlie going to play?"

And I'm thinking,

"What is Charlie going to play?"

But I'm asking myself what's

the sound, something, not too crisp

and I look over

and I see in the corner...

- Wait, what is it?

- (SYLVIE) What is it?

Wait, listen, what is it?

It's not a drum.

(TRACK PLAYS WITH

DISTINCTIVE DRUMBEAT)

- What is it?

- Listen, listen!

What's that? She knows.

(HARRY CHUCKLES)

Listen!

- It's a trash can.

- No!

It's an aluminium f***ing trash can.

(CHUCKLES)

So I put Charlie out in the stairwell,

we put a mic three floors up

and Keith's shaking his head

'cause he knows I'm right.

As soon as Charlie starts

banging on it, we're off.

A can for trash.

Human evolution in the key of C.

(TRACK PLAYS)

Yeah, all that and you still can't

f***ing move to it, you know.

Okay, what else have we got?

Aha! Okay, this is tops.

(MUSIC:
EMOTIONAL RESCUE

BY THE ROLLING STONES)

- (SYLVIE) You produced this?

- Christ, no. I was 16!

This is tops.

I didn't know it then, but I do now.

(SINGS ALONG)

Is there nothing I can say

Nothing I can do

To change your mind

I'm so in love with you

You're too deep in

You can't get out

You're just a poor girl

In a rich man's house

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Woo!

Yeah, baby

I'm crying over you

Don't you know promises

Were never made to keep?

Just like the night

Dissolve off in sleep

I'll be your saviour

Steadfast and true

I'll come to your emotional rescue

I'll come to your emotional rescue

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

Yeah

Another night, crying

Crying

Yeah, baby, I'm crying, yeah

Woo

I'll be your saviour

Steadfast and true

I'll come to your emotional rescue

I'll come to your emotional rescue

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Yeah

I was dreaming last night, babe

Crying last night

You'll be mine, mine, mine

Did he not cook for you

when you were together?

Marianne did, or it didn't happen.

Her mother was mad for cooking.

It runs in her family.

Did you ever meet her finally, Paul?

Yeah, last year in the hospital.

(HARRY) Pen, she was a woman

to know. I loved everything about her.

I can't believe that the clock can

just run out on a woman like that.

(ENGINE IN BACKGROUND)

(SYLVIE)

Who is coming to the festival tonight?

- What?

- San Gaetano!

(PAUL) Well, I can't, I, uh...

- (SYLVIE) Why?

- Why?

(MIREILLE) It's one of the best nights

in the year! Everybody will be out.

Music horrible! Dancing horrible!

Food horrible! You can't stay away!

- (SYLVIE) And the police band is playing.

- The police band? F***!

(SYLVIE) Yes.

They're not so bad you know.

- (MOUTHS)

- (SYLVIE) At least come for the fireworks.

Mais no, mais no!

There is no fireworks, cherie.

I got to test some lenses

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