The Beat Beneath My Feet Page #4
- TV-14
- Year:
- 2014
- 91 min
- 194 Views
- You can't show that to anyone.
Why not?
Just promise me.
They're old.
I'm fine now.
So, how do you stop yourself?
Play guitar.
Join our band.
We need a decent songwriter.
It'll be nice to have you around.
Don't look so shocked.
Extra Latin?
After school.
It's useful for law.
Jonah told me.
And I've been thinking, maybe I could help
out in the choir. If you think I'm up to it.
Tom-kins, I'm sure you are.
I did like Steve.
Yeah.
I liked him a lot but
I'm back on track now.
And... we're okay, aren't we?
Course we are, Mum.
- How about I play that the second time round?
- That's cool. How did you do that?
It's called a higher inversion.
He taught me.
You're really good.
Oi, oi, lovebirds. Break it up.
Mr.. Freeze. What you doing today?
Just chilling out?
Chilling out because...
Mr... Freeze.
Tom's got some good ideas.
We do need help with our song.
You got a sick guitar there,
mate.
Not a copy either.
Tell me, how does a boy like you...
...come to possess
a guitar like that?
Go on then, take it away.
Show us what you got.
Sooner rather than later.
It's a bit girlie, isn't it?
Want something, you know,
something that rocks.
Like that.
Now in your own time.
- He can't hack it, can he?
- Tom, wait.
- You can't hack it.
- Sorry.
The first time I sang with them
I had to get in a wardrobe.
And the door was shut.
And I'm scared of the dark.
- That's ridiculous.
- Why?
Because you're so...
- I just can't.
- Tom, wait.
Felix.
It's dark in here
Escape from the
zombies living in fear
Girl so lonely
Girl so lonely
With opened eyes
Woke up in a world that's
bright outside
Girl broke free
Girl broke free
Girl in the wardrobe
Out of the darkness
Girl in the wardrobe
Girl in the wardrobe
And into the light
Girl in the wardrobe
Girl in the wardrobe
Girl in the wardrobe
Girl in the wardrobe
Damien.
Next time you have a crush,
don't invite him to join the band, alright?
Listen, you moron. He's got more
soul and talent than you'll ever have.
I think you're right, mate.
I think she does have a thing for him.
And he's a better songwriter.
I can't hide
I've been running all my life
And each disguise
- Who's that?
- His teacher.
He just needs to
build his confidence.
I think we can help him do that.
Trapped and denied
I can't hide
What are you doing?
I'm practising for the song
that's gonna win me Battle of the Bands.
Here you go, look.
Tambourine for you there.
See how you fare with that.
I'll tell the judges.
You'll get disqualified.
And why's that?
It's my song.
Not just your song. I've been
doing a little reading about your friend.
Yeah, massive tax fraud, jumped bail,
owes a lot of people a lot of money.
I don't blame him if he wanted
to disappear, that's fine, but...
...you know as well as I do
that if that video gets out it's bad news.
So tell the judges, and
I'll go straight to the police.
No...!
I've done a stupid thing.
I was just
trying to impress her.
Somebody with half your talent
could start a career with this thing.
What's the point?
All the success in the
world and you lose your soul.
You are gonna be great.
You can do this gig.
- You're gonna do it solo.
- I can't.
You can.Hey...
...we gotta stop hiding, Tom.
So, I hope
you can figure it out.
What is it?
You'll see.
Fine young capulet flawless and
just immaculate
Face like a magnet but wishes
she was more accurate
Drags on a cigarette
Exhales but can't forget
Reconciled and desperate to do
something that she might regret
Knows she's getting closer and
ready to talk to most of 'em
Looks in and out but all she can
see is the ghost of him
Knows she's getting closer
He won't believe a word she says
He's getting closer
And don't try to tell me not to
get in a fight
And don't try to kid yourself
the boys are alright
- You with a band?
- No, it's just me.
Too late, mate.
- Please, you have to let me.
- No, I don't.
You wanna be like the guy who turned
down The Beatles? I'm good. Trust me.
But it's all alright
It's all gonna be alright
She tries so hard to convince herself
but in her heart of hearts she knows
Tom?
How did you get in?
Where's Tom?
Look, Tom's fine.
I think you need to see this.
In a flash gone
the world's moved on
- What are you doing?
- I'm doing my song.
That's hilarious, mate.
I can't wait. It's gonna be great.
You realise you can't
even look at an audience.
You're gonna look like a bit of
a tit up there, aren't you?
You're in for a shock, mate.
Let's hear it for Jazz Blaack.
Okay. Next up tonight,
our only solo artist.
Let's hear it for
singer/songwriter Tom Heath.
Song's called 'The Prisoner'.
We can't hide
We've been running all our lives
With each disguise
We can't hide
From the truth that's inside
All our lives
Trapped and denied
Prisoner
Prisoner
Time has come
Have to find the key
We need someone
Someone to set us free
Yes the time has come
To take a helping hand
Release the past
And make a new stand
We are free
We are free
We are free
We are free
We are free
We are free
There's gotta be
another way out.
Steve?
I'm down here.
- No.
- Get up.
No, Tom! No!
No.
They'll put you in prison.
The only prison is the one
you make for yourself. I'm not...
...I'm not running any more.
This his?
You have to help me let go.
Max Stone...
...believed dead until he surfaced in
Battle of the Bands in South London...
...has been sentenced to
3 years in prison for tax fraud.
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up
Don't wake me up
Phone Video goes viral.
Stone gives money to children's charity.
Are you ready for this?
I can't hear you.
Are you ready for this?
Ladies and gentlemen, the moment
we've been waiting for.
It's Max Stone...
...and Tom Heath!
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