Lennon Naked

JOHN LENNON:
Okay? Yes, thank you.

(LOOK AT ME PLAYING)

# Look at me

# Who am I supposed to be?

# Who am I supposed to be?

# Who am I supposed to be?

# Look at me

# What am I supposed to be?

# What am I supposed to be?

# Look at me

# Oh, my love

# Who am I?

# Nobody else can see

# Just you and me

# Who are we?

# Oh, my love #

(CROWD CHEERING)

He tried to kidnap me

once before, you know, me dad.

So hang on to me braces or whatever.

-You don't wear braces, John.

-How do you know that?

I buy your suits, remember?

I might wear braces under me shirt,

where you can't see them.

And what would be the point of that?

They wouldn't attach.

They'd attach to me Y-fronts, Brian.

As a precaution against

your notoriously wandering hands

and other appendages.

(SIGHS) Do you have to be

so crude, John?

I might say these things, Brian,

you're the one who finds some

filthy navvy and actually does them.

I do no such thing.

(FANS SCREAMING)

Well, which one of us

is the crude one, eh?

-Oh, me, no doubt.

-FANS:
John!

-Where are we meeting?

-Secret location.

I used to wait for him at the docks.

In rain, I mean.

All been coming back to me.

Well, quite.

In those days he didn't want to know.

I used to ask the other seamen...

(IN FALSETTO) "Anyone seen Fred Lennon?

Anyone know where me dad is? "

-John, John, can I have a kiss?

-Kiss him instead.

He's never been kissed

by womankind or unkind.

Oh, please.

Okay, girls, sling your hook.

(GIRLS SCREAMING)

The meter's off, John,

anywhere you want, mate.

Secret location, please.

You're never tempted, John, you know?

Not when I've got my Brian.

Oh, like that, is it?

Very much so.

We're only going to Bernard Street,

but maybe you could go round

once or twice,

'cause we don't want to be noticed.

I want to shout our love

from the rooftops,

but he won't have it.

DRIVER:
Oh, well,

your secret's safe with me.

Very much appreciate that.

Seriously, John,

don't be promising him anything.

Do you understand what I'm saying, John?

Don't sign me fortune over to him.

Exactly.

Leave it where it is,

signed over to you.

I'm only ribbing you.

-DRIVER:
Where do you need, the hotel?

-Uh, yes, please.

John, John!

Would you sign this, for the wife?

-What's her name?

-Vanessa.

The necessary precautions

will need to be taken.

(CHUCKLES)

Thank you.

He's here now, is he?

John, all I want you to do

is see him and say hello,

and then you can walk out of here

and forget about him.

And then we'll have the papers

off our backs about it.

(SIGHS)

-Can I...?

-No.

He never even turned up,

you know, when me mum died.

John, as far as I understand it,

the man is barely more than a tramp.

He makes his living, such as it is,

washing dishes.

He's a heavy drinker

and he's spent time in jail.

You okay?

Beautiful, you know, me mother.

Feckless, but beautiful.

Auburn hair, vivacious.

Well, then I don't know

what she saw in him.

John?

So what do you want?

Gentlemen, good afternoon,

I'm Brian Epstein.

Now, we're here as arranged

but John does have a film to make,

so we'll have to be very brief.

-I don't want anything, John.

-PHOTOGRAPHER:
John, this way.

John, what Mr Lennon's

trying to say is...

Shut your mouth, you,

and sit down like you said you would.

I just wanted to see you, son,

that's all.

Papers are saying I'm looking to

sponge off you, but it's lies.

They're just saying that 'cause

I won't talk to them.

He's the papers.

I had to do that.

He wouldn't talk to me.

That's 'cause he looks after me,

which is more than you ever did.

You're talking out of your arse, John.

You don't know the facts.

The fact is,

you f***ed off when I was six.

What other fact is there?

-It was your decision, son.

- (CHUCKLES)

What are you talking about?

I left it up to you.

Come in, sit down, son. Have a drink.

I can't believe we're both here

in this room together.

Seventeen bloody years.

-Get him a drink, you.

-JOHN:
No.

Scotch.

I need it.

Sit down, John.

Say your piece.

In a word, don't believe

what people say about me.

-I've had a bad press all me life.

-I'll bear that in mind.

Where did you learn that

snotty crap from? Him?

(CHUCKLES)

Last chance to change your mind.

You go ahead.

You know he gets it from me,

don't you, the music?

No stranger to the stage, me.

# You've no way of knowing

# There's no way of showing

# What you mean to me, Sonny Boy #

Told you I'd make him laugh, didn't I?

Now, for heaven's sakes, sit down, son.

Well, with your ambition fulfilled,

we have to be leaving.

He hasn't even sat down yet.

You've not even sat down, John.

I've not sat down since 1 962.

Gentlemen, it's been a pleasure.

You look after yourself, John.

I do, yeah. That's right.

I can see your mother in you.

Funny when you think about it.

Me in the movies

and him a kitchen porter.

(ALL SCREAMING)

TV REPORTER 1 :

Even by their own quick standards,

the Beatles will always look back

to 1964 as a top pop year.

TV REPORTER 2:
And if the fans

used to think

MBE stood for Mr Brian Epstein,

now they know better.

TV REPORTER 3:
Is it true they made

a million dollars on this tour,

somebody asks?

But the Beatles just smile

and drive off, unworried.

TV REPORTER 4:
55, 000 Americans

clamoured for tickets for a Sunday show

in a hall holding less than 800.

TV REPORTER 5:
Earlier today,

the creator of the Beatles,

Brian Epstein, was found dead

in his Central London flat.

The cause of his death remains unknown.

JOHN:
I don 't know what to say,

you know, we've only just heard

and it's hard to think of things to say.

But he was just a beautiful fellow,

you know, and it's terrible.

JOURNALIST:
What are your plans now?

JOHN:
Well, we haven 't made any,

you know, I mean, we've only just heard.

Very good. All right, next question.

Do you have a route planned?

Well, we're going wherever

the spirit takes us, you know.

As long as it's on the A303.

JOURNALIST:
On a bus?

A magic bus.

What's magic about it?

Well, that's the, you know, the mystery.

Who'll be going with you?

Basically anyone who can't

read a map to save their lives.

Whose idea was it?

Mine.

Does that mean

you're leading the band now, Paul?

In circles, maybe, yeah.

We can't replace Brian.

It was Paul's idea

but we all love it, don't we, fellas?

We've all contributed ideas.

I contributed sandwiches.

Brown and white.

Ham and tongue, thick and thin.

And I'm wrapping them

in greaseproof paper.

The most expensive home movie

ever made, that's what this'll be.

If Brian had said do it,

you'd have just done it.

Brian knew what he was doing.

Pity you never told him that

when he was alive.

He knew what I thought.

Brian's dead, the Beatles isn't,

you don't just give up.

You hire a coach.

(CHUCKLES)

-Precisely.

-Fair enough.

Happy now?

Just as a mountain of snow

is nothing but water,

so the whole of the universe

is nothing but anunda,

open brackets, bliss, close brackets.

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