Frank Page #3

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Oh, f***!

Chinchilla.

- Keep going!

- Okay.

- Keep going!

- "I am more convinced than ever

that this band,

whether they realize it or not,

could achieve greatness.

And I will work to take my place

at its very heart."

"I will show them

what I am capable of.

I will show them."

- Hey.

- Psst!

Hey, man, what are you doing?

I'm composing a song.

Oh, right.

Mmm.

Yeah, man.

I know.

- What?

- I know what it feels like

to try and write a song

and it just comes out sh*t.

Here, let me hop in the saddle.

Here's a little

love song I wrote

a long long long time ago.

The stillness

Of the winter night

The frozen water's

Icy skin

Is broken by

the boatman's oar

Be still and let me in

Oh, let me in

oh, let me in

But stay still.

There, see?

Sh*t too.

But look, Jon,

sooner or later you're

gonna get the feeling,

"why can't I be Frank?"

Or "maybe I can be Frank."

But, Jon, there can

only be one Frank.

One.

Actually, don,

I think both our songs

were excellent.

Yeah.

Right? Come on,

let's go for a walk.

Yeah, I've known

Frank was special

since the moment

I first saw him.

This nurse was trying

to wrestle his head off.

I mean, the guy must

have weighed 300 lbs.

Frank was freaking out so

hard, he just backed off.

- A mental hospital?

- Mmm.

Have you ever seen him

without the head?

God, no.

Maybe he's facially disfigured,

forced to wear a mask

like the elephant man.

Hmm. All I know is that

he told me once

he was from Kansas...

Bluff, Kansas.

Bluff, Kansas.

Sounds dark.

'Cuzzi?

Naw.

Get back to work.

Miserable childhood,

mental illness...

Where do I find

that kind of inspiration?

Congratulations.

You've made the first step

towards releasing

your creativity in a way

that will change

every aspect of your life.

Take everyday activities

like shaving.

As Edward DE Bono once said,

how often does someone

using a traditional wet razor

stop to consider whether

instead of moving the razor,

it might be easier

to keep the razor still

and simply move the face?

What is that?

I think it's called

"the idiot shriek."

- Such pain.

- Hey.

- Such emptiness.

- Hey!

Sh*t!

What?!

Easy, don.

Start again...

From the beginning.

Patient smile.

Stop saying your facial

expressions out loud.

- It's extremely annoying.

- Sorry.

We've run out of time.

We've spent all

of our rent money

and the landlord gave us

30 days' notice to leave.

And we didn't leave,

so now they've rented vetno to

a family of holidaymakers...

Who are right over there.

Why didn't you tell us?

I didn't wanna disappoint you.

- I know.

- I can pay.

- What?

- When my grandfather died,

I inherited money.

He said it was my nest egg.

He said I should only ever spend my

nest egg on something really important.

I want you guys

to have my nest egg.

Oh, Jon.

Thank you.

Oh, ginger bird.

It'll buy us enough time

to make the album.

Sh*t. What do

we do about them?

F***ing crazy lady.

"It's been a long time

since I've written anything."

"We've been working

on the new music

for 14 hours a day for...

11 months now."

"It has not been easy."

Again.

"None of us has left vetno

since we got here."

Again.

"Frank refuses

to record the album

until we have perfected

each and every detail.

- He can be pitiless."

- Again!

Oh.

Merge!

"My nest egg has been depleted

a lot more

than I anticipated."

Come!

"We've had to start

rationing the food."

Thanks.

F*** off.

"And on top of all this,

Clara's hatred of me..."

- Thief!

- "...Remains as strong

and as baffling as ever."

- I want it back. I want it all back.

- No!

Those are my

keyboard-playing fingers.

"I'll admit there

have been times

when I've considered

leaving vetno,

- but I'm still here."

- Morning.

- Hey.

- "And I am glad when I see

how many of you continue

to join me on this journey.

You know, despite all the

hardships I've suffered here..."

Just took a sh*t.

"...something inside me

is beginning to stir.

I've come to realize that this

is my bluff, Kansas,

that here in vetno

I have found

my abusive childhood..."

"...my mental hospital...

That which pushes me..."

- Oh God.

- "...To my furthest corners."

This is really good.

Frank. Frank, I've...

Get right in there.

Dog-leg left,

527 yards

to the center of the green.

Nobody hits a ball like that.

Get in the hole!

You're the man.

Oh. Oh, um...

I've written a song.

And it goes up.

Yeah.

Amazing.

Really?

- Yeah.

- You really think so?

Oh, that means the world

to me, thank you so much.

- Do you mind?

- Please.

- Okay, so pare that down.

- Mm-hmm.

Now go up a half.

Go up a whole.

- Mmm.

- Now go back down.

Oh, I see, yeah.

That's fantastic.

Uh-huh.

- That's excellent.

- Here.

- Yeah, uh-huh.

- Right?

- Yeah, right.

- 'Cause what were you playing before?

- That was like an "F."

- "F" yeah.

You play "F" there,

that'd be sh*t.

- Yeah, let's make that stomp a bit more.

- Okay.

Through the portals...

Vetno tapes, take one.

Comet tail

Screeching infrequencies

of pulsing infinities

Awake in the hive

where the sap is collected,

the process perfected

The galactic siren

sounds...

Down the dimensions

Of curled-up strings

inside the point

Get out the path

of the king!

Mr. Laurel

Get out the path of the king!

Mr. Hardy

Regret, get out the path

of the king!

They will not be able

to attend tonight's dinner

the supernova outshone

get out the path

of the king!

Yeah!

Saddle up...

Secure the galactic

perimeter

Weak and strong

nuclear bonds...

Whoo-hoo!

Stab it, stab it, stab it.

Now what's together

will soon come apart

when it's all over

Go back to the start...

Don?

We're done.

Hop to it! Oh, shite!

Over here!

Frank!

Get the rope off!

Bye, don.

You were the best

keyboard player we ever had.

The best man I ever knew.

Don used to be

the keyboard player?

First it was don,

then it was Lucas.

Now it's you.

Jon, what the f***

are you doing?

It's what don would want.

So you've been posting

videos of us online?

That's not the point.

Because of those clips

we've been offered a really

f***ing important gig.

You've been spying on us.

South by southwest.

In Texas.

It's very prestigious.

- They've got a new discoveries strand...

- That's ridiculous.

Come on, Frank.

Let's get you cleaned up.

Why does it say

"two-three-

seven-five-one"

at the bottom?

That's the number of people

who've watched the clip.

Two-three-

seven-five-one people

are interested in us?

Come on, Frank.

It's like magic.

I told you we could be big.

Can't see anything

in this f***ing...

Ah!... f***ing place.

What game are you playing?

Filling Frank's head

with these bullshit ideas.

I can't hear you over

the sound of the bubbles.

F***! How the f***

do these f***ing...

You've just pressed

the full-bubble-strength button.

They're on a timer.

You've just restarted.

- They... they won't stop...

- Leave Frank alone.

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