I'll Be There Page #5

I can tell.

You'd like him.

Is that where you were?

Go to bed.

- Eh?

- Stay away from my daughter.

- What?

- You heard me.

I worked hard to bring her up properly,

to give her a stable and steady grounding.

I don't want her head turned

by your crazy, self-indulgent life.

Nice to see you too.

I mean it.

She's too young to understand...

that people like you

never mean what they say.

That people like you

never mean what they say.

First of all, I think she's a lot

smarter than you think she is.

And, secondly,

and more importantly...

- she's my daughter too.

- No, she's not.

You were a sperm donor, not a father.

Yeah, well, that wasn't my choice.

That was yours.

I gave you a choice. I wrote you letter

after letter. You never replied to anything.

- I never got any letters from you.

- No, of course you didn't.

- That's why you sent me your autographed photo.

- What?

How many other kids do you have?

Is that the standard rate?

One photo per shag?

You should buy condoms. They're cheaper.

You probably need to economize...

- they way your albums sell these days.

- Hey!

I told her you didn't know about her,

but that was for her sake, not yours.

If you don't leave her alone, I'll tell

her you knew all along and didn't want her.

You stay away from her!

- I never got any letters from you!

- Bullshit!

Damn!

Cheers, mate.

Anybody home?

Train for London now leaves

at platform five at 8.00.

How did you know we were here?

Olivia told me.

She keeps a list of your tour dates

in her purse.

I never knew that.

I heard her sing.

So the big secret is out, eh?

Does her mother know?

I don't think so.

We're not really on speaking terms.

That's hardly surprising.

You broke her heart.

- It was an accident.

- Doesn't matter. She's a woman.

She wants Olivia to go into

the family hairdressing business.

Yes, I know.

That will never happen.

I know.

I don't want to come between them.

I don't want Rebecca to get hurt again.

Well, I don't see how you can stop it.

They're on a collision course.

- Can't you talk to her?

- Wouldn't work.

I was about as present a father

as you were.

Rebecca has never

forgiven me for that.

There is no way she would

listen to me on this.

- You'll have to do it.

- Me?

You're Olivia's father.

This is family business.

Well, I better go on inside.

We're going back on.

- Do you want to play?

- Me?

Well, I know your stuff.

Bit poncey, most of it,

but you can play, hmm?

I don't have a guitar with me.

Well, Ricky has

a spare Telecaster...

and the Marshall stack

has two inputs.

Ah, I haven't played

since I got sober.

Suit yourself.

My friends, meet my son-in-law.

He's going to join us

for a song or two.

That's Paul Kerr.

- No way.

- I'm telling you, that is Paul Kerr.

You're drunk!

- I thought he killed himself.

- He did, but he's making a comeback.

This Paul Kerr's house?

Yeah.

You the girlfriend then?

No.

Ah, yeah. That's right.

Of course.

Nice hat.

Bloody hell. Digger McQuade.

I thought you were dead.

Everybody says that.

- Come in then.

- Yeah. All right. Nice shirt.

He's not upstairs. Probably riding his

bike around the grounds or something.

Mm. Probably pissed

out of his head somewhere.

- Has he come to yet?

- Not these days, mate. He's sober.

Yeah, right.

- Who's the girl?

- Oh, Olivia.

- She's just a girl.

- You think?

I guessed that much myself.

- "Olivia." That's all?

- Olivia Edmonds.

Lives just down the road in Cardiff.

Distant relative of Paul's.

Oh. Let's go nosey about there,

see if I can find him.

- Help yourself. You want a cup of tea?

- Sure.

Wanker.

Sam.

Paul. How you doing, man?

You look great.

What are you doing here?

I was amazed to see Digger.

Yeah. Everybody is.

You guys aren't thinking about getting

the band back together, are you?

Ha!

No. Digger thinks

being a rock star is undignified.

What the hell

does Digger know about dignity?

- No offence, mate.

- Sure.

So, what's the story, Sam?

I tried to call you when I was in

the hospital for, uh, tired celebrities.

Oh, sorry about that.

I was in Japan. I was bummed about it.

What's the skinny?

Well, it was the, uh...

it was about the press coverage you got

when you... you know, you were sick.

I was just thinking it might be time

for another "Greatest Hits."

- Another "Greatest Hits"?

- Well, there's a lot of fans out there, Paul.

Well, surely if they're fans, then they'll

have all the stuff on the last "Greatest Hits."

Yeah, you know,

a bit of repackaging...

bung a couple of B-sides

on bonus tracks... standard stuff.

I mean, we'd make a packing, man.

"Greatest Greatest Hits."

Think about it.

It'd be great for your career.

Okay. I will.

Listen, I have a question.

What happens to mail

that's sent to me through you?

A girl in the office sends them a photo

of you with your autograph stamped on it.

That's it.

Nobody reads them?

No one reads fan mail, Paul.

It's too depressing.

"I love your music.

Please send me money, I have cancer."

"I am a homeless person

who loves music.

Please send me..."

Blah, blah, blah.

"Please help me,

I'm having your baby."

Oh, yeah. That's a favourite.

I'll see you guys later.

Be good. If you can't be good...

- Don't start.

- Yeah. Don't start.

Don't start.

- Bye!

- Bye!

- What an a**hole.

- Oh, yeah.

- We have to talk.

- I don't think so.

You don't want me getting into this

with lawyers and depositions...

and custody battles

and all that sh*t, do ya?

'Cause I'm serious. I'll do

what I have to do to get your attention.

I'm listening.

Olivia has the best voice

I've ever heard.

- She doesn't want to run

a hairdressing business.

It's not that there's anything wrong

with that. It's a fine profession.

But she has a gift, and we

should encourage her to use it.

So she can be a drunk or a loser

like you or my father?

She's going to be who she's gonna be,

not something you want...

and eventually she will rebel

and then you really will lose her.

I think I know her

a little better than you.

Yes, you do, but there's a whole part

of her you know nothing about.

Please. Just listen to this.

I hear her sing every day... 'round

the house, in the bath, everywhere.

I don't think

you've heard her sing like this.

I won't let her be a singer.

It's too late. She already is.

I never got any letters

from you, you know.

I mean, it was my fault,

but I never got any.

See, that night we spent together,

it was the best night of my life.

It was better than

Giants Stadium in 1988.

We should have been a family.

We should have been together.

I'm sorry. I loved you

the moment I saw you.

It's too late.

It's not, it's not.

It's not too late.

Look. Look at your dad.

He drives around the country

in a bus playing rock 'n' roll.

He's 70 years old.

Tell him it's too late.

You're either alive or you're not.

Please don't come back.

Whoa.

I'm going to the new salon

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