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# If you wanna dance with me

# If you wanna dance with me #

(Cheering and applause)

Stuart. This is Astrid.

Astrid.

Fancy a drink?

Yes.

But not here.

- What's this place?

- It's a club.

- What does "enfer" mean?

- Hell.

Sounds promising.

(# Trumpet jazz)

(Chatter, indistinct)

- Ta.

- What do you call that?

Henry.

- Paul.

- Danke.

(Stu) I see your picture.

- It's not me.

- Of course it is.

It's nothing.

I was just testing the lighting.

You don't say much, do you?

Drummers don't talk.

You must have noticed that.

Might as well be deaf and dumb, drummers.

When was the last time

you heard a drummer say anything?

See?

You know why, don't you?

I'll tell you why,

cos nobody ever f***ing listens.

It's all dick.

I could do with another Henry.

It's all dick, all this.

You dress up just to be noticed, to impress.

- Is that so terrible?

- Just to be noticed?

It's all bollocks, that. It's all down to dick.

Eh? So why don't we just

f***ing say it for a change?

Never mind all the talk.

Never mind all the f***ing bollocks.

All everybody wants

is a bit of f***ing dick.

- Is he always like this?

- Why don't we say it?

- Why are you doing this?

- A bit of dick never hurt anyone. Never led to war.

- (Stuart) He thinks you're out of his league.

- Liars lead to war.

He thinks if he tried to pull you, you'd laugh.

Everybody's trying to impress

everybody else.

I used to do it, the same thing.

When I was about 15. Yeah.

Yeah? I've given up trying, mate.

You'll never shag her, Stu.

Get that into your head.

She's here with her f***ing boyfriend.

I don't get on my knees...

- He's sorry he's doing this.

- I'm not sorry!

You should be.

I'm telling the truth.

It's the f***ing truth, lad.

You haven't got the balls to chat her up

so you're having a dig.

That's the f***ing truth.

You haven't got the balls because

you think she's out of your league.

That's what hurts, mate, isn't it?

She's out of your f***ing league.

# Time to go home, time to go home

# Andy and Teddy

are waving good night #

Let's go. Come on.

Bollocks, Stu.

Thank you.

Hey, John, slow down.

- He's jealous.

- You think so?

You hurt his feelings.

He'll get over it.

(Distant ship horn)

- So, did you shag her, then?

- She's a photographer.

Klaus designs record covers.

You'll never shag her, not her.

Not Astrid. Not with all that lot.

You know that, don't you?

She's a photographer.

You'd like her if you gave yourself the chance.

She wants to take our photograph.

She can photograph my arse, mate.

# I'm a roadrunner, honey

# Beep-beep

# Ah-ah-ah

# Beep-beep

# I'm a roadrunner, honey

# And you can't keep up with me

# I'm a roadrunner, honey

# And you can't keep up with me

# Come on, let's race

# Ah-ah-ah

# Baby, baby, you will see

# Beep-beep

# Here I come

# Yeah, beep-beep

# Move on over, honey

# Let me by... #

How do I look?

I would like to invite you to my house.

If you want.

- You accept?

- I accept.

Then you can see the photographs.

You will see what you look like to me.

# Ah-ah-ah

# Beep-beep #

(# Slow jazz record)

(Doorbell)

- You came.

- You asked.

(Quiet chatter in German)

This is Mr. Sutcliffe.

(Woman) Ah!

Hello.

- Everybody is talking about you.

- What are they saying?

That you're in a band

down on the Reeperbahn.

They say that you are quite fantastic.

Klaus is quite wild about this music.

But he did not tell us you are so beautiful.

(Laughs nervously)

(Record crackles)

(# Slow Latin rhythm)

Is he your boyfriend?

Klaus.

I've known Klaus all my life.

We have been lovers since we were born.

F***in' hell.

It's great. It's f***ing great.

(Phone ringing)

Good evening, ladies and genitals.

We're going to do a little request.

Stu is going to sing youse a song.

We don't normally do requests

but it's Stu's request

and if we don't let him do it,

he'll only wet the bed.

Ta.

# Love me tender

# Love me sweet

# Never let me go

# You have made my life complete

# And I love you so

# Love me tender

# Love me true

# All my dreams fulfilled

# For my darling, I love you

# And I always will

# Love me tender

# Love me long

# Take me to your home... #

- F***. John!

- # Love me tender... #

Get out. Get out.

# Let me hear some of that rock and roll music... #

F***.

He f***ed off, didn't he?

- He took one look. You know why?

- Yeah, I know why.

- Because we were shite.

- Yes, shite.

We're a rock-'n'-roll group, not a charity show.

- Well, f*** him.

- Listen, John, this group can't carry Stu.

We're not that good.

- You want him out.

- That's not what I said.

Listen, you. If Stu goes, I go.

Do you understand that?

No, you won't.

Did somebody die?

You can't do your solo spot anymore, Stu.

- Why's that?

- Because it's shite.

Give it to me straight.

Let's not beat around the bush.

You happy now?

(Distorted music and German voices)

(Engine rewing)

What are you doing here?

I went for a walk.

How long have you been here?

How long? Actually how long?

Ja. You're in front of my house.

How long have you been here?

Not long. Got lost.

I'm going to a movie. Do you want to come?

Sure.

(French dialogue on film)

(Recites dialogue along with film)

- I must go.

- I'll come with you.

- No.

- See you to the door.

- No.

- Why not?

Because I say so.

Too bad.

Tomorrow I'm driving out to the Elbe.

Have you been there?

The Elbe?

You can come if you like.

We can make some photographs.

Do you accept?

You could try twisting me arm.

(# Loud rock-'n'-roll)

# Have some fun tonight

# Have some fun tonight

# Yeah, have some fun tonight

# Have some fun tonight

# Have some fun, have some fun tonight #

- (Cheering and applause)

- Ta. Our friend's here.

- I went to the pictures.

- See anything good?

- Very good.

- That's all right, then.

Cos I'd hate to waste your f***ing time

or anything like that.

Look who's here.

- Thanks.

- Thanks very much.

- Cheers.

- Zum Wohl.

So, tomorrow we will make a record.

- Yes?

- Yeah!

- Tomorrow?

- You have something better to do?

It is a backing record.

Maybe it will not be such a great record

but it goes round and round.

- (Laughter)

- It'll be great. Don't you worry about that.

I don't care

if it's Polly Put The F***ing Kettle On.

It'll be great because it's us, you see.

What he's saying is, we'll be there.

Yeah. I'm saying we'll be there.

Oh, yeah, we'd be quite prepared

for that eventuality.

Wouldn't we, Paul?

We're gonna be big, Sutcliffe.

You know that, don't ya?

I can see it coming.

We're gonna be too big for Hamburg.

We're gonna be too big for Liverpool.

Are you listening to me?

We're gonna be too big

for our own bloody good.

- Rise and shine, Tonto.

- Come on, Stu.

- I'm not coming. I'm ill.

- Ill? You're not ill.

- I'm sick. I feel like shite.

- Bollocks.

- I've been up all night, John.

- This is our big break.

- Get up now or we'll do it without ya.

- Do it without me, then.

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