Backbeat Page #4

All right, then. We will.

And we'll do it a damn sight better and all.

(Slow and smooth)

# My bonnie lies over the ocean

# My bonnie lies over the sea

# Ooh, ooh, ooh

# My bonnie lies over the ocean

# Ooh, ooh

# Ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh

# Oh, bring back my bonnie

# Ooh, ooh

# To me

# Ooh #

(Birds cawing)

You're serious about this, aren't you?

Of course. I'm German.

I should have known.

(Rock-'n'-roll beat)

# My bonnie lies over the ocean

# My bonnie lies over the sea

# Well, my bonnie lies over the ocean

# Whoa-whoa-whoa

# Yeah, bring back my bonnie to me

# Yeah, bring back... #

(Water lapping, bell striking)

The truth is I'm not much of a bass player.

This whole look was all John's idea.

It means the world to him -

the band, making a record.

- They'll do it too. You watch.

- And you?

- I just came along for a laugh.

- A laugh?

See the sights. Have a bit of fun.

Make all the pretty girls cry.

# Bring back, oh, bring back my bonnie to me... #

Astrid.

(She moans softly)

(Both laughing)

"She was very much half-dressed

"and big, indiscreet trees

"threw out their leaves against the pane:

"cunningly, and close, quite close."

Premire Soire, it is called.

First Night?

He was 16.

Do with a bit of color in here.

Do with a bit of red.

I like red. Lots of red.

Do you know why they roll out the red carpet?

For the king and queen.

They don't roll out a blue carpet

or a green carpet.

It's always red.

Red is the color of the Liverpool football team,

currently struggling

in the second division

but a super bunch of lads all the same.

You like football?

I like a result.

Klaus.

(Speaks German)

(Speaks German)

Klaus.

You're wearing my robe.

# Baby, now

# Shake it up, baby

# Twist and shout

# Twist and shout

(Giggling) # Come on, come on,

come on, baby now

# Come on, baby

# Come on and work it on out

# Work it on out

(Building harmony) # Ah, ah, ah... #

- Yeah. Change the key, though.

- Sounds all right.

Oh, yeah. We're clever lads.

Who's this?

- Ringo.

- Ringo?

- Yeah, Ringo.

- He's a drummer from up the street.

- He's in me bed.

- He's very sick.

- What's wrong?

- He can't be moved.

- He can't stay.

- I heard you didn't live here.

- Heard where?

- You've moved in with the SS.

- Leave it.

- Leave what?

- All the patronizing German shite.

- It's only a joke, Stu.

It's always a joke with you, John, isn't it?

Don't you ever get tired?

Cos if you're moving in with the SS,

don't turn up at the Kaiser Keller tonight.

- What are you saying?

- (Laughs)

We've moved up the street.

We're at Top Ten now.

- The Top Ten?

- Top of the bill.

Great.

# The best things in life are free

# But you can give them to the birds and bees

# I need money

# That's what I want

# That's what I want

# That's what I want

# That's what I want

# That's what I want

# That's what I want

# Your love gives me such a thrill

# But your love don't pay my bills

# I need money

# That's what I want

# That's what I want

# That's what I want

# That's what I want

# That's what I want

# That's what I want

# Money don't get everything, it's true

# But what it don't get, I can't use

I need money

# That's what I want

# That's what I want

# That's what I want

# That's what I want

# That's what I want

# That's what I want

# That's what I want

# Give me money

# That's what I want

# All right, money

# That's what I want

# Give me money

# That's what I want

# Lots of money

# That's what I want

# That's what I want

# That's what I want #

(Cheering and applause)

(John) 'Thank you very much indeed.'

(Birdsong)

(Dog barking in distance)

(Pigeon cooing)

Ich liebe dich.

What's that?

"I love you." In German.

Only in German?

Any way you wish.

- You've read all these?

- (Astrid) Of course not.

No, but you like to read. You're a big reader.

One or two.

Yeah, a big thinker.

You like all that, don't you, theory?

Sartre, Cocteau, and all their lot,

all that Left Bank shower.

Little Bohemians sitting around

drinking Chateau Spazzo

- and listening to Edith Piaf.

- You don't like Edith Piaf?

She's all right but she's an old woman,

she's got one foot in the grave.

I could never love anyone

who didn't love Edith Piaf.

You know my theory about art?

Did I ever tell you?

- It's all dick?

- Exactly.

- I wonder what makes you so...

- So what?

Such an arsehole.

Practice.

You are the angriest person I have ever met.

- What makes you so angry?

- I'm not angry.

I would like to be your friend.

You would like to be my friend

but you cannot behave like a friend to me.

You deny me. You deny yourself.

It helps nobody. Nobody's any happier.

It's such a waste of time.

Why don't I let you into a secret,

just between the two of us?

I'm not angry, sister.

I'm f***ing desperate.

I think you're jealous.

Jealous? Jealous of who? Jealous of Stu?

Jealous of me.

(Loud knock, shouting in German)

- Aye aye. Gestapo.

- The police.

(Siren wails)

Knock, knock.

(Distant shouting)

(Sirens and bullhorns in distance)

- What's going on, then?

- Pontoon.

We're being deported.

(Speaks German)

He says George is underage.

- No, no, no, you can't do that, mate.

- You can't do this. We're a group.

- You're a group?

- Tell him.

So you're still a group.

It really is the showers you're taking us to,

isn't it, Mr. Goebbels?

(PA announcement in German)

- You will come back?

- I'll write.

- I don't like letters.

- I'll write anyway.

I have to see your eyes when you talk to me.

You don't have to open them.

Throw them in a drawer.

When I come back,

we can open them, have a laugh.

Don't you have something to say to me?

- I love you in German.

- Only in German?

Ich liebe dich.

Anywhere, anyhow, anytime.

- So I give you back.

- (Guard's whistle blows)

Bye.

I love you.

(Astrid) "'And big, indiscreet trees

"'threw out their leaves against the pane:

"'cunningly, and close, quite close."'

I've been reading these poems.

Rimbaud.

He's French.

I know Rimbaud.

You should read them.

A Season In Hell.

He was in a lot of pain.

Should be right up your street.

He was a queer.

He'd f*** anything that threw a shadow.

- Sheep, goats.

- He was possessed.

That's what Astrid said.

I met a fellow in Hamburg.

I didn't tell you this.

He's from the art school.

His name is Paolozzi.

I let him have a look at

some of the paintings I was doing.

- I'll go and see him when we get back.

- What do you mean?

See if he'll take me on. Some kind of grant.

- What about the band, Stu?

- I've got to get back there, John.

I haven't done a stroke since I left.

Band or no band, I've got to get back there.

She thinks I'm queer, Astrid.

- Bollocks.

- You heard her. She thinks I fancy you.

That's not what she said.

She said she thinks we love one another.

And what did you say?

I might have grunted.

What's the odds? It's all dick.

Fifteen!

Sixteen!

Seventeen!

Eighteen!

(Whooping)

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