Frank
Now these
words
what an...
An endless
endless...
Hmmm.
endless
endless rolling...
Waves
what do you carry to me?
Where will
you carry me to?
Children building
castles in the sand
in my town
children...
A band's playing
a band's playing
tomorrow night
in my town.
They're called the...
The Soron...
Ladies have babies
That's how it works.
Lady in the red coat,
what you doing with that bag?
Lady in the blue coat
do you know the lady
in the red coat?
Slowly!
Little boxes.
Little boxes
to take me away
- Hi, sweetheart.
- Oh.
Hi. Just in time. I
made a casserole.
Oh, er, no, thanks. I've
got an idea for a song.
- How was work?
- Yeah, it was good.
I... I've just...
Before I forget it.
Okay, idea for a song
in "a" minor,
possible title "suburbia."
I dream...
Of an angel...
down to "E" in the bass.
To take
Me away...
To "G."
take
Me away...
"C."
From these
little boxes...
Back to "a."
I dream
of an angel...
Up there.
to take...
Oh, hang on.
me away...
Oh f***.
That's madness.
A f***ing madness song.
Working hard...
...on songs all day.
Uh, but not Johnston or Harman.
Um, so how would you
describe the, er, Soron...
How would you
describe your music?
Thank you
for your inquiry, Anthony.
That's a pretty f***ing
boring question.
That's being edgy, isn't it?
I would describe our
sound as f***ing happy.
Clara, why don't you just let him speak?
F*** you, Lucas!
- Cheese and ham panini.
- Let him speak!
There you go.
"Cheese and ham panini.
Livinthedream."
It's him.
Hello, sir.
Talk to you over here, sir.
Look what you've made me become!
I'm gonna do it!
I mean it.
This is your fault!
- This is all on you!
- Okay.
- Would you at least look at me?
- Get out of the water.
We were at this radio station.
He and Clara had a disagreement
or... I don't know,
This is all your fault!
You're the s...
You're playing tonight.
How?
Our keyboardist is trying
to drown himself.
F*** off! I'm not just
fingers, you know.
I play keyboards.
She wanted this... she wanted
this from the start!
Oh no no, I wasn't...
That wasn't, uh... I...
Yeah yeah.
Red hair.
Okay.
Ahem.
You play "C," "F" and "G"?
- Yeah.
- You're in.
If you want to get wet - really?
That's it, get up!
Sir. So what should we do now?
Should we run through the songs?
Stage door,
9:
00 P.M. tonight.Uh, okay, let me give
you my number.
Is he gonna be okay?
He'll be fine.
He'll still need
to spend the night
in hospital though, right? He
swallowed a lot of seawater.
He'll have to have
his stomach pumped.
Hello?
In the soup
Ginger crouton
cover him in grease
Raw limby sausage
Bobbing poulet
salted joints
Tuna in brine
Deep dark swell anoints...
Undertow the broken Ford
Back to garage,
help him, lord...
Eels are jellied,
bloated belly
Scallops seared,
wrinkled skin
Comb the cockles
from his beard
Notify the next of kin
Push the baby, cut the cord
Spread the feast
upon the board...
Coming out, emerging...
What happened?
You just stopped playing.
What the f*** is wrong with you?
Just stop f***ing playing!?
Bullshit!
There. The backup is bullshit!
F***ing bullshit!
It's okay, come on.
Come on.
Start up the car.
Hello. So Lucas has
been sectioned
and we need a new
keyboard player.
And Frank said, you know, "remember
that grateful-looking boy
who jumped on the stage
last week uninvited?"
I wasn't uninvited.
- Hello?
- So Frank said that he thought you brought
something cherishable
that night.
But he can sound really muffled
under the head so...
I thought he said
that you brought
something perishable.
You know, like food
that decays easily,
- like fish or fruit.
- Mm-hmm.
So I said,
"come on, man,
anybody can do that."
So anyways, we're doing
over in Ireland.
Are you in?
- Yes.
- Clacket Lane services, m25, 5:00 P.M. today.
"You would not believe
what's happening
to me right now."
"Throughthelookingglass."
Hello!
I wasn't sure where to wait.
Clacket Lane's pretty
labyrinthine, isn't it?
I was gonna stand by the... the
bank of Scotland Cashline...
You know, next to the R.A.C.
Membership stall there...
But, er... you know, I thought I'd
be more visible on the approach.
So I just decided
to come straight...
Hello. Oh.
Frank, scoot over.
Hi. Hi, everybody.
Hi. I was just
saying to don that
I didn't know where to stand 'cause I thought
that you might not see me, so, um...
- I have a certificate.
- This way, please.
It's an official
medical document.
Certificate. You'll note
the official stamp.
It's all legal and above board.
So, uh, what do you
think of Frank?
- Light me.
- Um...
F***ing amazing, isn't he?
Frank, you're on fire.
- He lives all the way out there, man.
- I'm on fire.
- I'm on fire.
- On the furthest corners.
F***, I wanna be Frank.
- Don?
- Yeah.
The head. It smells
like sausages.
- Never?
- No, never.
- He sleeps in it?
- Yep.
- What about eating?
through a straw
that he funnels up
under the neckline.
Occasionally solids,
but it's not encouraged.
- What kind of liquid food?
- Grownut.
- It's like a supplement.
- He must have a very bushy beard.
- Not necessarily.
- How does he clean his teeth?
Look, Jon, you're just
gonna have to go with this.
Okay.
Sorry, it's just...
- It's pretty crazy, isn't it?
- No, I know, I know.
I understand.
I understand.
But let me tell you something...
Frank, with all his issues,
100%- sanest cat I've ever met.
Okay.
Me, on the other hand...
Well, you seem
pretty sane to me.
Yeah!
But, no no,
I spent a lot of time
in a psychiatric hospital.
I was labeled
as severely mentally ill.
I used to f*** mannequins.
- Right.
- It's a condition.
Here we go.
Welcome to Ireland.
Please remember...
Wakey-wakey,
eggs and bakey.
And everybody out.
Welcome to Vetno...
Our new home.
Don?
- Don!
- All right.
You like?-
- impulse response.
- Okay, people.
- Excuse me.
- Nana, Baraque...
How long will we be
staying here for?
...rhythm section shall be
housed in here. Ah, bunks.
It is.
Frank. The master
bedroom for you.
Had it customized
for all your requirements.
These will be the
bathing accommodations.
We will have many
productive seasons here.
And, Clara, your living quarters.
Don!
Nice panoramic view
of the lake here.
And, Jon, you and I
are just through here.
- Don.
- Yeah, buddy?
Don, sorry, I, uh...
I actually told work
that I'd be back on Monday.
Uh, so I was just wondering...
Why the f*** would you do that?
Well, I thought it was
just a gig, you know.
So I've only brought one
pair of pants and a t-shirt.
This is where I'll be staying,
right here in the green trailer.
So if you need anything
at night... you know,
sugar, milk...
If you freak out,
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