Lennon Naked Page #6

of the Beatles?

-Do you feel you're still a group?

-JOHN:
Sure, sure, sure.

You know, we're closer now, you know,

than we ever were.

REPORTER 1 :
Can we now expect

some kind of solo John Lennon act?

JOHN:
I don 't think I'd perform solo

at all, you know.

I mean, if I feel like performing...

REPORTER 2:
How much longer

are you going to last?

-That's all we want to know.

-PAUL:
I don 't know, till we get fed up.

REPORTER:
What will you do then,

become an MP? Or...

GEORGE:
No, a railway driver,

engine driver.

Paul says the Beatles have broken up.

-You said it yourself.

-Not like this.

You already knew it.

He didn't want me to do it,

now he's done it.

So it's done.

So what's the difference?

The Beatles was my band, not his.

Not his.

John...

-MAN:
He's not here, John.

-WOMAN 1 :
Paul's not home.

MAN:
John, it's over.

-WOMAN 1 :
What you doing?

-WOMAN 2:
We're calling the police.

He's only a stupid sod.

Call the police.

(GASPS)

(PANTING)

ART:
This was what, a dream?

JOHN:
It felt like a dream.

MAN:
(ECHOING) John, it's over.

WOMAN 1 :
(ECHOING) It's over, John.

ART:
We call it Primal Therapy,

because all the hurt and fear

accumulated over a lifetime

find their incubator in the hurt

and fear we experienced

between the ages of five and seven.

That's where it sits

and that's where it festers.

Unless you scream.

Some people don't scream.

Maybe they tremble or sob

or bang their heads.

What we're looking for

is a primal reaction,

something bold and unprecedented

and rooted in hurt.

I'm a good screamer.

The screaming I hear

in the Beatles music is composed,

in both senses of the word.

You want abandon.

ART:
Not me, John. You.

Play a role, John, if it helps.

Take your mother.

Or your father.

The three of you at Blackpool.

Take your six-year-old self.

They're arguing. She says

he was trying to run off with me.

They can't decide which one

should have me.

Both of them want me.

Or maybe neither of them want me

but they don't want

the other one to have me, either.

And what do you want?

I'm not thinking about what I want.

What are they saying?

They stop arguing.

They can see me watching them

and they stop arguing.

And me dad says, "John, you decide.

"Which one of us is it going to be?

"Do you want to come

to New Zealand with me

"or do you want to go back

to Liverpool with her?

"You decide."

That's been going round

in me head ever since.

What do I want? What do I want?

But what do you say to your father?

I say him.

It was Blackpool.

We were having fun and she

had a new fellow with her, Dykins,

I didn't like him.

I took his hand, I said him.

What did she do?

She walked away, with Dykins.

I saw her walking away.

What did you do?

-I couldn't take it.

-But what did you do?

-I ran after her.

-And your father?

He doesn't move.

I catch her up and I'm walking

along with her and Dykins

and I'm trying to drag them back

-and I'm shouting back to him.

-What are you shouting?

"Daddy, come with us, Daddy!

"Daddy, come with us, Daddy!"

What does he do?

He turns away.

ART:
And you keep walking.

And I keep walking

and he doesn't come.

And I get to the corner

and he doesn't come.

And I go round the corner

and he doesn't come.

And we get to the station

and he doesn't come.

And we get the train to Liverpool.

And we get back to Liverpool

and she says, "You're going to

live with your Auntie Mimi."

(SOBBING) And he doesn't come.

(BELL TOLLING)

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

John!

It's from your dad.

He's writing a book about his life

and he wants to talk to you.

-His life?

-Yeah.

His life that was going nowhere

till I came back into it?

Tell him come and see me.

Yeah, tell him come, by all means.

Tell him, come to the house.

Give him directions, send him a map.

Tell him, come on me birthday.

# Father, you left me

# But I never left you

# I needed you

# You didn't need me

# So I

# I just gotta tell you

# Goodbye

# Goodbye

# Mama, don't go

# Daddy, come home

# Mama, don 't go

# Daddy, come home

# Mama, don 't go

# Daddy, come home #

So what do you think of that, Dad?

It's not like the Beatles, is it?

Not like the Beatles?

-Bit rowdier.

-Rowdier?

Bit more heartfelt, maybe.

What do you think it's about?

Well, it's personal stuff, isn't it?

What makes you say that?

Well, John, I'm not a music expert.

No.

So I'm probably the wrong person

to be asking.

What is your area of expertise?

-Well, you know me, John.

-Do I?

Come on, son.

-What makes you think I know you?

-We're blood, aren't we?

-I know you 'cause we're blood?

-Bang on, yeah, that's right.

-I don't know you.

-John!

And you sure as f***ing hell

don't know me.

John! Son, just take it easy, yeah?

Not a music expert.

Do you think you're an expert as a dad?

I did me best, John.

-Your mother...

-Leave her out of it.

How can I leave her out of it?

She left me out of your life.

Seventeen years I never saw you.

-I tried, John.

-How did you try?

Well, John, I was at sea.

-Are you an expert as a dad?

-No.

No, I'm not.

Have you told your new wife that?

Have you told your son?

-They know me, John.

-Like I do?

What do you want from me, son?

What I want from you

you can't give me, it's too late.

-Well, let bygones be bygones.

-You'd like that, wouldn't you?

What else can we do?

It's all water under the bridge now.

My life you're talking about there,

my life.

Mine, too.

-I did me best, John.

-Your best?

F*** me.

You think I never wanted you?

Growing up with Mimi, growing up

half a mile from where me mum was,

with her new husband and her new kids?

-Julia...

-Julia was a whore.

And then she died and you

were a f***ing waste of space.

Do you think I couldn't have done

with a visit from you?

They didn't want me there.

She didn't want me there.

-Your Auntie Mimi didn't want me there.

-What about me?

I'm sorry.

-What about me?

-John!

-What about me?

-Son.

What about me? What about me?

REPORTER:
Why are you leaving us, John?

JOHN:
Christ, where to begin.

Why are you lot not all leaving with us?

(ALL CHUCKLING)

Any specific things?

-Decimalisation.

-Come on.

Northern Ireland, Biafra, the weather,

you lot, the way you treat her,

the way you treat me.

Do you think you'll be happier there?

-Do I think what?

-You'll be happier there?

It's like heaven there,

it's like the Rome of today,

-and people are nice to Yoko.

-It's true, New York is a world city.

New city as a new world.

In the States

we're treated like artists.

Over here it's like 1 940 or something,

it really is the sticks.

REPORTER:
Would you agree

that you've alienated

a lot of the British public, John?

They've alienated me.

Listen, I can't be a slave

to gold records forever.

I've grown up and now I'm leaving home,

and in my case that means kissing

goodbye to Mummy country

and Daddy... You know, Daddy

whatever it is that daddies stand for.

What about your son?

# I don't believe in Beatles

Rate this script:0.0 / 0 votes