Love and Mercy Page #5

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- Can we stop it, please?

- Jesus, come on, Mike.

- No, no, no, it's amateurish.

- It's amateurish.

It's hip, man! It's fun!

It's now! That's where

things are happening.

- Brian, it's not.

- Now!

No, this is not fun.

- Not the music...

- I think it's fun.

Not the lyrics. Now, it's not

all bad, don't get me wrong,

but it's not Beach Boys fun.

- We've done Beach Boys fun.

- And we had hits, we had lots of hits!

- Why are we arguing right now, Mike?

- There's not one hit

on this album, guys! I don't care how

many car horns and bicycle bells

and jingle-jangle or

whatever you put in there.

They're not gonna buy something

depressing like that!

- Depressing?

- Even the happy songs are sad.

We need to write some of the

old stuff again, fellas.

- That's all I'm saying.

- The old stuff is old!

- So we'll make it new again!

- I can't go back in time!

We're not surfers,

we never have been,

and real surfers

don't dig our music anyway.

- They don't.

- Okay, I can't write about the summer

and fun and summer

and summer and fun and cars!

I got different stuff inside me,

I gotta get it out.

Oh, jeez, would you

listen to yourself?

You've "gotta get it out"?

- Who are you? Mozart?!

- Everyone shut up!

Carl, play it again.

It's a new creative bag,

we've gotta keep growing!

Oh, jeez.

None of these guys have played one

single note on the entire album.

It's like you're making your own

record with our voices, Brian.

Dennis played.

- A little bit. Carl, too.

- "A little bit,"

for crying out loud, would

you listen to yourself?

First you wanted

to stop touring with us,

and we accepted that, that's fine.

Bruce is doing great.

But now it's like

we're barely a part

of the Brian Wilson Band!

You can't just do whatever

the hell you want, Brian!

The other guys

might not say this,

but you are letting us down.

If you stop thinking about

yourself for two seconds,

you might realize that.

Sorry, sorry, Brian,

but apparently your dad

just drove up.

I thought you'd want to know.

- Sh*t!

- Hide the pot!

F***!

- Uncle Murray!

- Boys?

- Hey, hey, hey.

- Mike, Al.

Good to see you, boys.

Dad, good to see you, sir.

Where's Brian?

There you are. How you doing?

Good, good.

- Listen to this.

- Chuck, if you would be so kind.

My new band.

This is where you guys

need to get back to.

This is a hit.

Check out the harmonies.

I'm telling you,

I am taking these guys

all the way to the top!

That's great, Dad.

You're doing your own thing.

- For the next take.

- Sure, Brian.

Brian, come back here. Listen to

what a gold record sounds like.

Doesn't this guy sound

just like Brian?

I don't give a sh*t, Brian!

I don't give a sh*t!

I just wanna say, man.

Listen man, you're the artist.

Right? You want God.

You should have God.

Don't you wanna be out

there rocking the boat?

- Mmm.

- What is this? 1939? Mike says?

Who cares what Mike says?

Sing what's in your soul, man.

Let the world stand on its head.

Don't listen to the

record company suits.

Don't listen to anybody.

Listen to you.

You're the genius.

We're the band as far as anybody

in the know is concerned.

- Right?!

- Sorry, man. It's true.

Listen, Brian, I got

something for you, man.

Something for you, man.

It'll take all that crap

outta your head, man.

Where were you?

I did LSD.

Really?

Really?

What was it like?

Well...

at first it was nothing,

then everything.

And then I did it again.

Again?

Oh, I heard the most...

a whole other kind of music.

I saw things...

that you can't see.

Like what?

What things that you can't see?

Like...

weird things?

Things like God.

- What?

- I saw God and...

he showed me everything.

Oh, he showed me

the future, Mare.

Oh, I'm so sorry.

Brian?

- I'm so sorry.

- Brian, what are you talking about?

Bri?

What is the matter? Hey...

Hey, hey, hey, hey,

hey, hey, hey, hey.

No, hey, hey...

It's okay. It's okay, Bri.

Here, come here. Come here.

Hey, Evan!

What? It's a tribute

to you, Brian!

We're stoked to have you, man.

Okay. Could you

turn it off anyway,

because it sort of

destroys my brain.

It does.

I can only imagine.

- Are you having fun?

- I'm having so much fun.

I love being with you.

And not with Gene and the

whole gang watching us.

Oh, uh, Gene told me to tell you

that he was sorry about the

other day with the barbecue.

That Doug gave me the

wrong dosage and, um...

so that's why he lost his temper

and that... he's really sorry,

but he wanted us

to have a good time.

Ah.

And that's why it was

good that Evan was here.

- So, you know?

- Yeah, how do you know Evan?

- Evan's Gene's son.

- Ah.

Ah, so we're

still being watched.

Yeah.

But we can do whatever we want.

I think we should do

whatever we want, too.

What do you wanna do?

Evan, will you take that...

- Can you swim?

- Yes.

Evan, will you take the boat

in really close to shore?

I wanna show Melinda my house.

Go in past the kelp.

Sure thing! Whatever

makes you happy, Brian.

All right, on the count of

three, I want you to get up,

I want you to jump in the water and I

want you to come over to my house.

- Right now. You ready? Come on.

- What?! Are you serious?

Yeah, let's do it. Let's ditch this

scene and make out like teenagers.

In or out? Come on.

- In.

- One, two, three!

That is not cool, Brian! My

dad's gonna go nuts on me!

Whoo!

Cold? You cold?

I'm exhausted. That was crazy!

Come on, come on, come on.

- You wanna hear something funny?

- Of course.

Gene's got me on this thing,

I have to say to myself

five times a day,

"I love you."

It's called self-nourishment.

Can you believe that?

- Does it work?

- I don't know.

Sometimes I wish I had

somebody else to say it to.

Coming!

Coming!

- Honey...

- Doorbell. Somebody's here.

I didn't hear anything.

You gotta hide

under the stairs, you know?

- What?

- Hide under the stairs.

Hide under the stairs.

Brian.

- You gotta go. You gotta go.

- What?

You gotta go now.

What's happening?

I way overslept, they're coming back.

They're gonna come back

- any minute. We gotta... you gotta go.

- Okay, shh.

You gotta go. You gotta go now.

- You have to go.

- Did I do something wrong?

No, no, no, but they're coming back.

Do you understand?

And when they come back, it's

not gonna be a good scene.

- Okay, listen to me. Shh.

- It's not gonna be a good scene.

- Hey.

- What?

You're a grown man

and if you want me to stay,

you can just tell him.

- No, I can't. I can't do that.

- Yes. This is your house.

- No, no, no.

- Do you want me to stay?

He's my legal guardian.

Do you understand?

He can do things to me.

All right?

I don't have any choice.

I don't have a choice.

You know what? Stop.

- Please, Melinda, go.

- You can stand up to him.

You... listen, you have...

you have friends and family

and daughters

that you're not allowed to see

and it's not normal

and you deserve normal.

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