Walk Hard: The Dewey Cox Story Page #6

I've got to think about

the other people.

Like your family?

No, I mean, like, people that's having

injustices done to them.

Like women and midgets and such.

I mean, it's 1966, Darlene.

And, baby...

...I'm feeling it.

I know. The '60s are an important

and exciting time.

Aren't they? It's like there's

something happening here.

And what it is ain't exactly...

...obvious.

I have to try to help people

with my music.

Some people are saying that your new

music sounds a lot like Bob Dylan.

Well, maybe Bob Dylan

sounds a lot like me.

How come nobody

ever asks Bob Dylan:

"Why you sound

so much like Dewey Cox?"

Mailboxes drip like lampposts in

The twisted birth canal of the coliseum

Rimjob fairy teapots

Mask the temper tantrum

Oh, say can you see 'em?

Stuffed cabbage is the darling

Of the Laundromat

The mouse with the overbite explained

How the rabbits were ensnared

What the hell is this song about?

I have no idea.

You guys are idiots.

This song is very deep.

Inside the three-eyed monkey

Within inches of his toaster-oven life

What do your parents think about

your protest songs?

What do your parents think about

my protest songs, Mr. TIME Magazine?

All the elevator buttons

So incredibly high

I stand today for the midget

Half the size of a regular guy

Let me hold you, little man

As the parade passes by

Let me hold you, little man

We'll make believe you can fly

You shout for me to put you down

But I'm marching today

For your cause

I'm banging the drum

Your big day will come

When they remake The Wizard of Oz

So let me hold you, midget man

Pretend that you're flying in space

Let me hold you, midget man

So the dog will stop licking your face

Sing with me!

Sing it!

Mr. Cox, why are you going to India?

Well, I'm searching for something,

if you must know.

I'm fixing to do some meditating

with the maharishi.

And Dewey Cox needs India

right now...

...and, heck, I reckon India

needs Dewey Cox too.

Only through meditation can we

begin to understand our role.

We're nothing but grains of sand.

That was freaking transcendental,

Paul McCartney.

- Don't you agree, John Lennon?

- Yes, Dewey Cox.

With meditation there's no limit

to what we can...

...imagine.

What do you think, George Harrison?

I don't know. I'm just trying to get some

more songs on the album, you know.

And as Ringo Starr,

I'm not so interested in meditation.

I just like to have fun.

- I like the little one.

- It's so dark in this tent.

Reminds me when we, the Beatles,

the four Beatles, us...

- From Liverpool.

- Yes, we are from Liverpool.

We used to play those dark clubs

in Hamburg. Remember that, Paul?

Of course I do, I booked them.

I'm the leader of the Beatles.

Well, I have to say I like your stuff.

It's pretty good.

And most of your records,

I really enjoy.

We're big fans of your records too.

We like to think that Hard Day's Night

is our Guilty as Charged.

- Great record.

- Excellent album.

- We learned a lot from you.

- Great record.

- We're big fans of y'all.

- Huge fans.

You're almost as good as the Monkees.

You guys are great.

I think I might adjourn to another

dimension, take some LSD.

- Do you care to join me?

- Yeah, let's do that.

Care to join us for some LSD?

It's good for you.

- Built by scientists, it is.

- Lysergic.

Gotta check with headquarters.

Come on, Dewey Cox.

Think you might enjoy it.

Open your mind to a new experience,

a new level of consciousness...

...like we do,

because we are the Beatles.

Let him decide.

If he wants to take LSD, he'll take it.

He doesn't have to listen to you.

You're not the boss of him.

Don't tell me what to say

and what not to say, Paul McCartney.

I'm sick of you being so dark when I'm

so impish and whimsical. I'm sick of it.

Hey, everyone,

I've got a brand-new mantra:

Paul's a big fat c*nt.

Don't know why you

don't let me write more songs.

You know, I just sit here while me

guitar quietly whimpers, you know.

You are the quiet one,

so why don't you shut the f*** up?

I've got a song about an octopus.

Jam it up your ass. You're lucky

we still let you play drums.

Wow, seems like there's a rift

happening between the Beatles.

I wonder if your songs will

still be sh*t when I'm 64.

- Great sod.

- No, stop it!

You bastard! You sissy.

Beatles. Please stop fighting

here in India.

No, no, let them go.

Let them work it out.

Taste it.

Right there in the bollocks.

- Bastard!

- C*nt!

Dewey, you been living clean

for three years now...

...and it's done you a world of good,

has it not?

I know I've had trouble

with drugs in the past.

But I'm addicted to coke, weed, booze,

ludes and speed. Not LSD.

Nobody gets addicted to LSD.

It was invented by scientists.

Ringo Starr just told me.

I heard that doing LSD

can awaken your demons.

I ain't got no demons

gonna get woke.

If you promise

it'll just be this one time.

Okay.

Let's go drop acid with the Beatles.

Hello, Dewey.

Welcome to your LSD trip.

Where everything's a cartoon.

We're the trippy cartoon Beatles.

Look at that. It's a flying fish.

Totally trippy!

Wow, this LSD's all right.

I like being a trippy cartoon.

Just keep thinking

happy thoughts, Dewey.

I'd hate for this

to turn into a bad trip.

What's that scary music?

I had an unhappy thought.

It's a bad trip.

Bad trip, bad trip!

Help! Trippy machete!

Oh, f*** me.

I can see my large colon.

I guess I do have some demons.

You all right, Cox?

I don't know.

Do you want some more LSD?

Yeah. I think I do.

Mr. Schwartzberg, you're his long-time

manager. Maybe you can talk to him.

Well, what's the problem?

He's been on that trampoline

for four days.

You have got to talk some sense

into him. I'm worried.

Dewey, as your manager,

I have to tell you I'm concerned.

I think the LSD has changed you.

It has changed me.

It's opened my mind right up.

I'm reinventing music.

I'm creating something new

that I call "shmusic."

You've recorded the same song for

months. You're not close to finished.

Because this record is different

than any other I've made.

I told you. This is going to be

my masterpiece.

The one I'm remembered by.

It's for my brother.

What brother?

Nothing. Never mind. It's private.

I've got this sound in my head

and it's trying to get out.

I can't find it on this human plane of

existence. I've got to keep searching.

But I'll tell you what,

I'm gonna find it.

You guys should make friends.

He's a wonderful man.

Professor, good morning.

All right, everyone. Thank you.

I've just been outside,

I had a little bounce.

What we're going to do is

run through the entire piece...

...in our minds, silently.

And...

...begin.

As we sit here together

on Thanksgiving...

...on our beautiful trampoline...

...I think we should take a moment to

think about what it's like to be a turkey.

Gobble, gobble, gobble.

Gobble, gobble, gobble.

"Hi, I'm just a little turkey."

Just cut the damn bird, boy.

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