I'll Be There

I can't see how

you can say that Roy Orbison...

had anything to do

with Pete Townshend whatsoever.

Now, that's just where

you're wrong, see?

Roy's use of feedback on the guitar solo

on "Ooby Dooby"...

- preceded Pete's stuff by a

good six or seven years.

I'm sayin' that the use of feedback

in the rock guitar solo...

was further back than The Who.

Further than Orbison even, back to the early

electric blues players in the '20s and '30s.

Well, they couldn't avoid feedback in

them days. The amps were rubbish, see?

That's my point.

Rock 'n' roll is not separate

from other music.

It's part of one big picture.

Like life. We're all connected.

If you're so smart, how come

you work as a housekeeper?

I'm an eccentric millionaire.

Why do you work as a gardener?

I am a gardener.

You've not had your coffee yet,

have you?

Cheeky Chops. Can you hold, please?

Irene, 3.00. Yes, that'll be good.

Bye. Cheeky Chops.

What exactly don't you like

about it, Mrs Williams?

It's a bit... African.

Ah, there she is,

my teenage biker princess.

Hi, Mum.

Hi, Gordo.

Oh, my God. Look at you. You look

like you slept in a tumble dryer.

Come here.

- Can I have 20 pounds, please, Mum?

- Why?

Well, I need currency to have a viable

existence in a capitalistic society.

- Ask a silly question...

- Why are you always asking me for money?

I'm a teenager.

It's our thing.

Ta.

Bloody poofy pop music.

- Bloody hell.

George, I love you.

I've always loved you.

You never loved me, did you, George? Did

you? Oh, George, you're not listening to me.

- I don't blame him.

Tragedy in the world of music.

Rock star Paul Kerr...

was rushed from his mansion

to Bristol Royal Infirmary.

The hospital has made

no statements yet...

but unconfirmed reports are suggesting

that the musician attempted suicide.

Let's go. In the bus.

We're moving out.

- I thought we were staying here tonight.

- Change of plan.

How are you feeling, Mr Kerr?

Um... Well, um...

I'll probably be all right

if you set me up with some drugs.

I'm in a lot of pain.

I think, uh,

morphine would be good.

I'm a psychiatrist, not a dealer.

I don't want a psychiatrist.

I want a proper doctor.

- And morphine.

- Your injuries are superficial. You don't need morphine.

Then how about some Valium? I'm a wee

bit nervous about it happenin' again.

Yeah. Me too.

You often suicidal, Paul?

Come on. I was drunk.

I did something stupid.

It was a one-off.

I'm not suicidal.

You drove your motorcycle through

a second-floor window in your house.

Would you call that

the act of a sane man?

Hey, I'm a rock star.

I've driven cars into swimmin' pools

and thrown televisions out of windows.

It's part of the job.

Look, be reasonable.

Why would I try and kill myself?

I'm a happy guy.

I'm rich and I'm Scottish.

Doesn't get better than that.

You don't like me, do you?

I think you bring

a lot of hostility to your job.

What's the matter?

Did you have a bad childhood?

Do you still hear the lambs, Clarice?

Hey, you bloody kid,

get away from that bus.

That's rock 'n' roll history, that is.

Grandpa!

Still riding in that

little hair dryer, are you?

- I thought you'd have a Harley by now.

- Try telling Mum that.

Poor mother.

White sheep of the family.

- Where's the band?

- In the pub.

Of course. I thought you were

supposed to be going on tour.

Change of plan.

You know something? I'm really

jonesing for a nice cup of tea.

Come on, then.

Margaret, I love you.

I've always loved you.

But you never loved me,

did you, Margaret?

- Margaret, you're not listening to me.

- Hmph. I don't blame her.

Margaret?

Margaret, where are you?

Oh, bloody hell.

Oh, Lord. Put some bloody clothes on.

You look like prostitutes.

What do you want?

How did you get in?

Nice to see you too.

Olivia let me in.

Made me fish fingers.

Delicious, they are.

Right. Good.

You're not surprised to see me?

I saw your bus in the driveway.

You want to get rid of that thing

before it falls apart.

Never. You were conceived in that bus,

girl. That's history, that is.

Your reprobate band

are not sleeping tonight in my house.

I'm still trying to get

the smell out from the last time.

They'll sleep in the bus.

- Where's Olivia?

- In her room...

listening to music like

any other normal teenager.

You're back late.

I'm busy. We're opening

a new salon in Bristol.

Don't you want to know

why I'm here?

Not really.

You've heard, then.

Well, if you don't say anything, I will.

This has gone on long enough.

Don't you start, Dad. I'm warning you.

You've no bloody right, you hear?

Just eat your fish fingers

and keep your nose out of it.

I'm off to bed.

Night, sweetheart.

Mum?

Yeah?

Why is Grandpa here?

He's sleeping on the couch,

and he hasn't done that since Nan died.

But he's, uh...

he's Grandpa.

Who knows what he's up to.

Night, then.

Come here.

I want to talk to you.

When I was your age, I...

I was a bit wild.

Yeah, Grandpa said.

What happened?

You can't be wild when you're a parent.

It's pathetic.

- Grandpa's wild.

- I rest my case.

You're too tough on him.

You didn't grow up with him.

Listen. This is important.

I wasn't much older

than you are now.

Oh, my God.

You had sex with Paul Kerr?

Paul Kerr of the Love Rats,

the '80s pop star?

That's great!

Why didn't you ever tell me?

Oh, no.

You're kidding.

No. No, you're kiddin'.

I'm absolutely serious, Mr Kerr.

I'm very worried about you.

- You can't do this. It's illegal.

- No, no.

It's called a section.

It only needs two doctors

to sign an order saying...

that they think you are a danger

to yourself or to others.

And we can keep you under psychiatric

observation for as long as we see fit.

Oh, Jesus Christ.

Please don't blaspheme.

Dr Nahar is a born-again Christian.

You're worried about me?

I think, and Dr Nahar agrees...

that you are a danger to yourself

at this point in time.

Now, this may be

a temporary condition brought on...

by some disappointment or upset...

or it may be

something more serious.

Like what?

I don't know.

That's why I want to observe you.

What if you have a bipolar disorder,

and I let you go and you commit suicide?

I would never forgive myself.

Dr Nahar can forgive you.

He's a born-again Christian.

Give me drugs then.

At least give me a beer

to take the edge off!

I'm not mad.

I'm just creative.

I don't understand why

you had to make up all that rubbish...

about my father being a Russian sailor

and dying in the Cold War.

I mean, where did you get that from?

It was my idea.

I got it from a film I saw.

Letter to Brezhnev.

Very good it was too.

We had to make up the bit about

him drowning after the Soviet collapse.

- I mean, who could foresee that coming, eh?

- But why?

It seemed like

the right thing to do.

Why would you tell me that?

I didn't want you

to be part of that world...

all those drugs

and groupies and stuff.

- It's no place for a child.

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