I'll Be There Page #6

in Bristol, okay?

So I'll be late back. There's chicken

in the fridge for your tea...

and a new packet of Hob-Nobs

in the biscuit tin.

- Don't eat them all.

- Okay.

- I love you.

- Love you too.

Hello.

Olivia. Yeah,

it's Sam Gervasi.

Yeah. Well, we met

outside Paul Kerr's house.

I'm Paul's manager.

Look, I heard you sing...

and I'm very interested in you.

You got a spectacular voice

and a very sexy look.

- Sorry, mate.

- Morning.

Boy, that was close.

Listen, mate,

I'm gonna go home tomorrow.

What, to Australia?

To Loch Ness.

Well, I thought you were gonna

hang on for a few more days.

I mean, what is there in Loch Ness

apart from the obvious?

Well, thing is,

I've got a girl up there.

You never mentioned that.

Well, I thought you'd laugh.

Thought I'd laugh because you got a girlfriend

at Loch Ness? Why, is her name Nessie?

Well, that's the thing...

Yeah, her name's Nessie.

Nessie McDonald.

Oh. Yes.

I dare you.

It's Nessie!

Oh, you!

It's a lovely name.

Sorry.

Well, anyway, you seem to

have cheered up a bit...

and you know where

the A.A. Meetings are...

you know what to do.

Listen, uh, thanks

for everything you did for me.

I didn't do it for you.

I did it for me.

Whatever you say.

I wanna go home.

And you can always

give us a ring...

if you start feeling dodgy.

Yeah, and listen, if you're not in, I

could always leave a message with Nessie.

Come on!

Olivia?

Olivia, are you home?

"Dear Mum, Dad's right. It is

about time that you heard me sing."

That's it?

Could she be at her father's?

I don't know.

Shh!

- Who is it?

- It might be burglars.

They don't usually ring the bell.

They might be checking

to see that no one's home.

Grr.

What about friends? Does she

ever stay at at friend's house?

- I've called everyone. No one's seen her.

- What about a boyfriend?

- She doesn't have one.

- Are you sure?

- She'd have told me.

- Oh, yeah. Like you told your mother about me?

- Well, she's smarter than I was.

- She's 16 for God's sake!

- How smart can you be at 16?

- Shouting won't help!

Just like a real couple.

Oh, shut up!

Hey, Gervasi was asking about her

when he was down here.

You suppose he's got

anything to do with it?

- Who's Gervasi?

- Oh, he's just a bastard.

No, wait. That is it.

That is it.

That's where that CD went.

That bastard Gervasi lifted it!

- What CD? Who's Gervasi?

- I'm going to London.

- I'm coming with you. We'll take my car.

- No.

When you get there, it'll be morning.

Your car will get stuck in traffic.

The bike's much faster.

You stay here or go to your own house.

- What if she turns up there?

- Digger can wait here...

and Gordano

can go to my house.

- No!

- Yes.

Keep your feet up and hold on tight!

- Don't tell me what to do!

- Don't talk to me like that!

- Just drive the bike!

- You don't drive a bike, you ride a bike.

Well, ride the bloody bike then!

Use your indicator

when you overtake.

Who did you nag

before you met me?

- I didn't have to nag anyone. Before you, my life was great.

- Sure it was.

That's why Olivia had to keep her singing

a secret. You forced her underground.

I'd like to force you underground.

It's amazing that I bought

a house so close to you.

- It's like Kermit.

- You mean "kismet." Kermit's a frog, you idiot.

I must've been subconsciously looking

for you, felt I was being called to you.

No, you weren't. You werejust nostalgic

for a sexy weekend you had with me there.

- It was a sexy weekend, wasn't it?

- I don't wanna talk about that.

Hold that.

And could you, uh,

look after that too, please?

Hi, Paul Kerr. He's, uh,

not expecting you. I think he's...

I know, I know.

He's in Japan.

Paul. What... What a surprise!

Um... Oh. Sam Gervasi.

Um, we haven't met.

- Where is she?

- Who?

Olivia, my daughter,

where is she?

- Olivia is your daughter?

- Our daughter. Where is she?

I don't know what you're talking about.

Jesus!

Where is she?

Oh. He's gone crazy again.

Would you get the police, Janice?

Call them yourself.

- Eh?

- Where is she?

She's not here. She's at the, um,

Royal Academy of Music.

- What?

- She's singing there today.

I don't know anything about it.

They're auditioning people

for next year.

How do you know this?

I asked her when

I spoke to her on the phone.

I asked her if she needed

representation.

She said, no, she wanted to go

to the Academy to learn music properly...

before she'd even

consider it as a career.

- Where is the Royal Academy?

- I'll get the address for you.

You can never

find me an address!

- You're fired, Sam.

- What for, talking to a girl on the phone?

No. For opening my mail

and not reading it in 1987.

Oh. You thought about

that "Greatest Hits" album?

Maybe.

Call me!

Thank you.

Next.

Sorry.

Name?

Olivia Edmonds-Kerr.

I just have "Edmonds"here.

It's a mistake.

It should be Edmonds and Kerr.

Edmonds-Kerr.

Very good.

Proceed.

- Hello.

Hello. Mrs Edmonds,

how wonderful that you're here.

Olivia said that you weren't

going to be able to make it.

- I'm sorry?

- Oh. I'm Margaret Williams, Olivia's singing teacher.

And you're Olivia's father, yeah?

I recognize you

from the newspapers.

You feeling better? Good.

You rock!

Oh, Dad, you're

squeezing my breath out.

Sorry.

I was worried sick

about you, young lady.

I know. I'm sorry,

but I didn't want to lie to you...

because you said they're been

too much dishonesty already...

and I knew if you knew I was coming, you'd

be upset and I did with Mrs Williams...

'cause I thought if I was with somebody,

then you wouldn't be angry.

That's another thing.

Who paid for her?

Me. I've got a paper route.

- But you're always asking me for money.

- That's not for music lessons.

Did you like my singing?

It was the most beautiful thing

I've ever heard in my life.

Oh.

- Hey!

- Hi. Mmm.

- Hey.

- Hello.

- You wore it!

- Anything for you, princess.

Mind you, this thing's a bit scary. Feel

like I got a dead animal over me tadger.

- It's called a sporran.

- A sporran.

- Where's your folks?

- I don't know.

They'll be around here somewhere

arguing over something.

Better get back.

Why?

It's our daughter's

going-away party.

I'm worried they'll miss us.

You worry too much.

Wow. That sporran

really digs into you.

I'm not wearing a sporran.

Mea paixo.

Spike!

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you. Now, I want you all

to meet my granddaughter.

She's gonna say a few words to you.

Come on, darling. Come on.

Thank you. Um, I just wanna

thank you all for coming...

to my going-away party and...

I just wanna say that I'm gonna miss you

all so much when I go to the Academy.

And I'll come home

as much as I can.

And also, thank you to all

the gentlemen for wearing their kilts.

And... to honour the Scottish

part of my heritage.

But, of course,

I'm only half Scottish...

so to honour the Welsh side of

my heritage, I'm gonna sing for you.

But I need a couple of helpers, so

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