All language subtitles for Backbeat.1994.BRRip.XviD.MP3-XVID

Hey, you!

It's not me, mate, it's him.

Yeah, but you'll do.

You, fuck off.

What's this?

It's nothing.

Call that nothing?

What do you call it?

Filth.

Oh, no, no, that's
not filthy, that's art.

Says this is art.

You call that art?

Yeah, well...

That's Nancy.

That's my girl.

That's your girl?

No, never.

She'd never throw herself
away on shite like you.

What did he say?

He says you're too fucking ugly.

Come quit, let's get out.

Where's he gone?

He's over there on the right.

Over there, come on!

All right, lads, a
joke's a joke, you know.

Well, here's another joke.

See if you get a laugh out of this.

Go!

Get off, you bastard!

Leave it, will you?

Leave it!

I'll fucking kill you!

You fucking killed him!

I'll kill you!

I'll kill all of you!

Oh yeah?

Well, that'll learn you.

I'm gonna bring a crew down here!

I'm gonna bring a crew down here and

they'll kick the shite out of you!

Nancy boy!

Yeah, go on!

Bastards!

Go on, fuck off!

You're all shite, the lot of ya!

You all right, Stu?

How do I look?

Put it this way.

You'll get better.

I'll always be ugly.

Good.

You call that art?

It doesn't look at bit like me.

It's not finished.

It doesn't look like anything.

Stop it.

Stop it, I said, before I get cross.

Look at you, you're a bloody mess.

What?

Cream tea, anybody?

Ask him what he thinks.

What do you think, John?

Does that look like me?

Well.

Does it?

You got the tits right.

You shag her?

There's more to life
than shagging Celia.

Sabrina.

I mean, 'cause I'll shag
her for you, you know.

Don't be too shy to ask.

That's what friends are for.

What do you think?

Do you want the truth?

Please.

Hanging's too good for it.

50 guineas.

That's cheap.

Hey, don't
let it go to your head.

It might be 10 years before
you sell another one.

Van Gogh never sold
a picture in his life.

50 fucking guineas.

Yes!

I like the blonde, but
I prefer the brunette.

Yeah, but blondes have more fun.

Who says?

Swedes.

It's got to look good.

You'll get her for 50, you know.

Liverpool.

Home of...

Liverpudlians.

You know what
I like about Liverpool,

Mr. Sutcliffe?

No, what is it
you like about Liverpool,

Mr. Lennon?

I was hoping you'd tell me.

I know what Arthur's gonna say.

He's gonna say, "I gave you chance.

"I put a brush in your hand.

"I went out on a limb for you

"and you're gonna toss it away

"to go and play bass in
John Lennon's skiffle band."

It's not a skiffle band.

He's gonna say...

It's a rock and roll band.

"I opened the doors for you..."

It's not my band.

Yeah, that's what he'll say.

It's a group.

We're a group.

We're in it together.

He's gonna shit himself.

I like Arthur.

You know, he's all right.

But he thinks art's something you gotta

hang on the wall in a pool of light.

It's a disease with him.

He thinks it's all about Van Gogh.

Ah, nothing wrong with Van Gogh.

Oh, no, I had a word with Van Gogh.

Did ya?

Bumped into him the
other night in The Grapes.

Yeah?

Yeah.

I said, "Vincent, mate,
where did it all go wrong?"

You know what he said?

Been meaning to tell you this.

No, what did he say?

He said, "If I could do it all again,

"I'd be up there shaking me bum

"doing Blue Suede Shoes.

"It's all dick," that's what he said.

I gave him your regards.

Ah, thanks.

You're a painter, Stu.

You are the best I've got.

I'm coming back.

And it's a pisser to throw it away, man

I'm not throwing anything away.

You know, you could
teach me a damn sight more

than I could ever teach you.

Arthur, I'm 19 years old.

I've got me whole life.

And where's it gonna get you?

Hamburg for a start.

Take it easy, mate.

Get it up there.

Hey.

It's a bit rough out there.

Ah, it's nothing, that, mate.

Bit of a swell, that's all.

You call that a swell?

I call it mother's milk.

My dad was a sailor
and his dad before him.

I'm the son of a son of a sailor.

Bollocks.

Mum, Mum!

Here.

What is it?

Scones.

Scones!

I've made you some scones.

Mum, they've got food
on the ferry, you know.

I know.

They haven't got my scones.

I can't take scones.

If the lads knew you'd given me scones

I'll never hear the end of it.

I'm in a rock and roll group, Mum.

So have you ever been abroad before?

Overseas, like.

Oh, aye, yeah.

Yeah, I've been to the Isle of Wight.

I'll write.

You'd better.

Oh, every day.

Every minute, every second.

Now and then would be a start.

Oh, you're a tough
negotiator, Miss Powell.

Come on, George, we're starving.

There's food on the ferry.

Where are those lovely
little scones your mother made?

All right, lads.

See you soon.

Shall we?

Is that right, pal?

You did say your father was a sailor?

You did say the sea was
in your blood, didn't you?

Sorry, I missed that.

I said...

Oh, ugh!

You horrible filth.

I do believe I'm feeling
a shade better now,

cap'n, thank you.

But I do believe the captain's
trod on me parrot, sir.

Arr, arr.

Hey, look, look, look.

Fuckin' hell.

Wow.

It's only temporary.

Temporary.

Well, what do you want for nothing?

You top ten yet?

You haven't done nothing yet.

People have died in here.

You can smell 'em.

Whole families.

This is them?

This is them.

Yeah, we're them.

This is Bruno.

You are how old?

18.

Everything's cool.

Everyone's 18.

18 in February.

All right, lads, this is it.

Remember the song.

What's the song?

Good evening, ladies and
genitals, we're the band.

You'll be happy to know
we keep our clothes on.

On drums is Mr. Pete Best.

On guitar, Mr. Paul McCartney.

On bass, recently arrived from
the dark side of the moon,

Mr. Stuart Sutcliffe.

And on guitar, Mr. George Harrison,

he's only just on solid food.

My name's Lennon, John Winston Lennon.

I was named after Churchill.

John Churchill, the wet fish man.

Me parents were thinking of calling me

after me father, but Dad's such a

stupid fucking name, don't you think?

So if you'd all like to line
up and tell us your names.

Thank you, brother.

One, two, three, four!

Sutcliffe?

Not now, John.

Tell all our listeners out there

how are you finding it here in Hamburg?

You are not cold?

Cold, me, no.

I don't feel cold.

You um, don't want to go inside?

I'd sooner freeze.

So, Sutcliffe.

I know all our listeners
will want to ask you this.

Are you glad you came?

You make the right choice?

Hey!

What you doing?

Listen, you.

You want to fight somebody, fight me.

If you don't want to fight,

then listen to the fucking band.

If you don't want to
listen to the fucking band,

fuck off and choke to death.

Do you understand me?

Get me meaning, mate?

I can't fight you.

You're wearing a dress.

All right, here's a slow one

for all you lovebirds out there.

That's 7.50.

My name is Klaus.

- Cheers.
- Cheers, Klaus.

Sounds German.

What are you doing over here, Klaus?

I liked your show, you had fun.

Fun?

You call that fun?

What do you call it?

I call it three days and
nights without sleep, mate,

I call it too long between drinks.

I call it dying for a piss.

I call it a hard fuckin' day's night.

Is he always like this?

Oh, you'd be surprised.

We are quite bitter and twisted.

What's the problem, Paul?

It's about Stu.

Yeah, well, what about Stu?

He just stands there.

Paul, I know you can play
bass better than he can,

we all know that.

But what Stu plays is just right.

It's rock and roll.

He's the greatest rock
and roller there is.

Listen, I know he's great.

But all he does is stand there.

It's the way he stands.

English!

No.

Showtime!

Come on, Bruno, have a
heart, we're knackered.

One o'clock.

Showtime.

Just look at us.

I mean, look at George,
he's dead on his feet.

Look at Pete, his hands are fucked.

Look at me.

I'm knackered, I'm a shadow of meself.

I haven't eaten in a week.

Here.

I was thinking more
along the lines of a steak.

I can't sleep.

Me neither.

That's much better.

All the difference.

Mm.

Stuart, this is Astrid.

Astrid.

Fancy a drink?

Yes.

But not here.

What's this place?

It's a club.

What does Enfer mean?

Hell.

Sounds promising.

Ta.

What do you call that?

Henry.

Paul.

Danke.

I see your picture.

It's not me.

'Course it is.

It's nothing, I was just
doing a test for the lighting.

You don't say much, do you?

Drummers don't talk.

You must have noticed that.

Just might as well be
deaf and dumb, drummers.

I mean, when was the last time

you heard a drummer say anything?

See?

You know why, don't you?

I'll tell you why.

'Cause nobody ever fucking listens.

It's all dick.

I could do with another Henry.

It's all dick, all this.

You're just dressed up just
to be noticed, don't you?

You just do it to impress, that's all.

Is that so terrible?

Just to be noticed?

It's all bollocks, that.

End of the day it's all down to dick, eh?

So why don't we just
fucking say it for a change?

I mean, never mind all the talk,

never mind all the fucking bollocks.

At the end of the day all everybody wants

is a bit of fucking dick.

Is he always like this?

Why don't we just say it, eh?

Why are you doing this?

I mean, a bit of dick
never hurt anyone, did it?

Bit of dick never led to war.

He thinks you're
out of his league.

It's liars that lead to war.

Liars and hypocrites.

He thinks if he tried to
pull you you might laugh at him

and that would hurt.

You trying to impress, you all are.

Everybody trying to
impress everybody else.

I used to do it, the same thing.

I used to do it when I was about 15.

Yeah.

Yeah?

Yeah, well I've given up trying, mate.

You're never gonna shag her, Stu,

get that into your head right now.

She's here with her fucking
boyfriend, you understand?

I don't have to get down
on my hands and knees...

and try to impress!
- He's sorry he's doing this.

I'm not sorry!

You should be.

I'm telling the truth.

It's the fucking truth, lad!

I'm telling you the truth!

You haven't got the
balls to chat her up, John,

so you're having a dig.

That's what it's all about.

That's the fucking truth.

You haven't got the
balls because you think

she's out of your league.

That's what hurts, mate, isn't it?

She's out of your fucking league.

Let's go, come on.

Bollocks, Stu!

Thank you.

Hey, John, slow down.

He's jealous.

You think so?

You hurt his feelings.

He'll get over it.

So did you shag her, then?

She's a photographer.

Klaus designs record covers.

You'll never shag her.

Not her, not Astrid.

Not with all that lot.

You know that, don't you?

You haven't got a hope.

She's a photographer.

You'd like her if you
gave yourself the chance.

She wants to take our photograph.

She can photograph my arse, mate.

How do I look?

I would like to invite you to my house.

If you want.

You accept?

I accept.

Then you can see the photographs.

You will see what you look like to me.

You came.

You asked.

This is Mr. Sutcliffe.

Ah!

Hello.

Everybody is talking about you.

What are they saying?

They are saying that you are in a band

down on the Reeperbahn.

They say that you are quite fantastic.

Klaus is quite wild about this music.

But he did not tell us
that you are so beautiful.

Is he your boyfriend?

Klaus?

I've known Klaus all my life.

We have been lovers since we were born.

Fuckin' hell.

It's great.

It's fucking great.

Good evening, ladies and genitals.

Right, we're gonna do a little request.

Stu is going to sing youse a song.

Now, we don't normally do requests,

but it's Stu's request and
if we don't let him do it,

he'll only wet the bed.

Ta.

Fuck.

John!

Here.

Fuck.

He fucked off, didn't he?

He took one look, you know why?

Yeah, I know why.

You know why, don't you?

Yeah, because we were shite.

Because we were shite, that's why.

Because we're supposed to
be a rock and roll group,

not a fucking charity show.

Well, fuck him.

Listen, John, this
group can't carry Stu.

You know that, don't you?

We're not that good.

You want him out.

That's not,

that's not what I said!

Listen, you.

If Stu goes, I go, do you understand that?

No, you won't.

Did somebody die?

You can't do your
solo spot anymore, Stu.

Why's that?

Because it's shite.

Give it to me straight.

Let's not beat around the bush.

You happy now?

What are you doing here?

I went for a walk.

How long have you been here?

How long?

Actually how long?

Yeah, well you're in front of my house.

How long have you been here?

Not long.

Got lost.

I'm going to a movie,
do you want to come?

Sure.

I must go.

I'll come with you.

No.

See you to the door.

No.

Why not?

Because I say so.

Too bad.

Tomorrow I'm driving out to the Elbe.

Have you been there?

The Elbe?

You can come if you like.

We can make some photographs.

Do you accept?

You could try twisting me arm.

Ta, our friend's here.

I went to the pictures.

What you see, anything good?

Very good.

Oh, that's all right, then

'cause I'd hate to waste your fucking time

or anything like that.

Look who's here.

Thanks.

Thanks very much.

Ta, this is gorgeous.

Cheers.

So, tomorrow we will make a record.

Yes?

- Yeah!
- Yeah.

Tomorrow?

You have something
better to do?

It is a backing record.

Maybe it will not be such a great record,

but it goes round and round.

Oh, it'll be great.

Don't you worry about that.

I don't care what it is.

I don't care if it's Polly
Put the fucking Kettle On.

It'll be great because it's
us, you see, this band.

It's us.

What he's saying is we'll be there.

Yeah, I'm saying we'll be there.

Oh, yeah, we'll be quite
prepared for that eventuality.

Wouldn't we, Paul?

We're gonna be big, Sutcliffe.

You know that, don't you?

I can see it coming.

We're gonna be too big for Hamburg.

We're gonna be too big for Liverpool.

Are you listening to me?

We're gonna be too big
for our own bloody good.

Rise and shine, Tonto.

Come on, Stu.

I'm not coming.

I'm ill.

Ill?

You're not ill.

I'm sick, I feel like shite.

Bollocks.

I've bene up all night, John.

Some of us have been
looking forward to this.

This is our big break.

Get out of the bed now or
we'll do it without ya.

Do it without me, then.

All right, then, we will.

And we'll do it a damn
sight better and all.

You're serious about this, aren't you?

Of course.

I'm German.

I should have known.

Truth is I'm not much of a bass player.

This whole look, it's all John's idea.

It means the world to him, the band,

making a record.

They'll do it, too, you watch.

And you?

I just came along for a laugh.

A laugh?

See the sights, have a bit of fun.

Make all the pretty girls cry.

Astrid.

"She was very much half-dressed,

"and big indiscreet trees
threw out their leaves

"against the pane: cunningly,
and close, quite close."

Premiere Soire it is called.

First Night?

He was 16.

Do with a bit of color in here.

Do with a bit of red.

I like red, a lot of red.

Do you know why they
roll out the red carpet

for the King and Queen?

They don't roll out a blue
carpet or a green carpet.

It's always red.

And red is the color of the
Liverpool football team,

currently struggling in the
middle of the second division,

but a super bunch of lads all the same.

You like football?

I like a result.

Klaus.

Klaus.

You're wearing my robe.

Yeah.

Change the key, though.

Sounds all right.

Oh, yeah, yeah, we're clever lads.

Who's this?

Ringo.

Ringo?

Yeah, Ringo.

He's a drummer.

He's working up the street.

What's he doing in me bed?

Oh, he's a very sick man.

What's wrong with him?

He can't be moved.

He can't stay there.

Well, I heard you
didn't live here anymore.

Where'd you hear that?

I heard you'd moved in with the SS.

Leave it.

Leave what?

All the German shite.

All the patronizing German shite.

It's only a joke, Stu.

It's always a joke
with you, John, isn't it?

Don't the jokes ever stop?

Don't you ever get tired?

Because if that's what you're doing,

moving in with the SS,

well then don't turn up at
the Kaiserkeller tonight.

What are you saying?

We've moved up the street.

We're at Top Ten now.

The Top Ten?

Top of the bill.

Great!

Thank you very much indeed.

What's that?

I love you in German.

Only in German?

Any way you wish.

You've read all these?

Of course not.

No, but you like to
read, though, don't you?

You're a big reader.

One or two.

Yeah, a big thinker.

You like all that, don't you, theory?

Sartre and all that lot,
Cocteau and all his lot,

all that Left Bank shower.

All those little bohemians sitting round

drinking Chateau Spazzo and
listening to Edith Piaf.

You don't like Edith Piaf?

Oh, she's all right, Edith Piaf,

but she's an old woman, isn't she?

She's got one foot in the grave.

I could never love anyone
who didn't love Edith Piaf.

You know my theory about art?

Did I ever tell you that?

It's all dick?

Exactly.

I wonder makes you so...

So what?

Such an asshole.

Practice.

You are the angriest
person I have ever met.

What makes you so angry?

I'm not angry.

I would like to be your friend.

You would like to be my friend,

but you cannot behave like a friend to me.

You deny me.

You deny yourself.

It helps nobody.

Nobody's any happier.

It's such a waste of time.

Why don't I let you
into a little secret,

just between the two of us?

I'm not angry, sister.

I'm fucking desperate.

I think you're jealous.

Jealous?

Oh, yeah, jealous.

Jealous of who?

Jealous of Stu?

Jealous of me.

Hey, hey, Gestapo.

The police.

Knock, knock.

What's going on, then?

Pontoon.

We're being deported.

He says George is underage.

No, no, no, you can't do that, mate.

You can't do this.

Tell him he can't do this, we're a group.

You're a group?

Tell him!

What?

So you're still a group.

You wouldn't pull me leg.

It really is the showers
you're taking us to,

isn't it, Mr. Goebbels?

You will come back?

I'll write.

I don't like letters.

I'll write anyway.

I have to see your
eyes when you talk to me.

You don't have to open them.

You can throw them in a drawer,

when I come back we can
open them, have a laugh.

Don't you have something to say to me?

I love you in German.

Only in German?

Anywhere, anyhow, anytime.

So I give you back.

Bye.

I love you

"And big
indiscreet trees threw out

"their leaves against the
pane: cunningly, and close,

"quite close."

I've been reading these poems.

Rimbaud.

He's French.

I know Rimbaud.

You should read them.

A Season in Hell.

He was in a lot of pain.

Should be right up your street.

He was a queer.

He'd fuck anything that threw a shadow.

Sheep, goats.

He was possessed.

That's what Astrid said.

I met a fellow in Hamburg,
didn't tell you this.

He was from the art school,
his name's Paolozzi.

I let him have a look at some of me stuff,

some of the paintings I was doing.

I'll go and see him when we get back.

What do you mean go and see him?

See if he'll take me
on, some kind of grant.

What about the band, Stu?

I've got to get back there, John.

I haven't done a stroke since I left.

Band or no band, I've
got to get back there.

She thinks I'm queer, Astrid.

Bollocks.

You heard her.

She thinks I fancy you.

That's not what she said.

What she said was she
thinks we love one another.

And what did you say?

I might have grunted.

What's the odds?

It's all dick.

Fifteen!

Sixteen!

Seventeen!

Eighteen!

Is there anyone in the house who can

help this man out with a blow job?

Ta, Cyn.

Come on, rise and shine, Tonto.

Come on, surf's up!

Hamburgy-burgy-burgy.

Breaks your fucking heart, doesn't it?

I never finished this.

The painting!

Fuck the painting.

Open your eyes.

You've made me look like Klaus.

You don't like it?

I know what John's gonna say.

Fuckin' hell.

Yeah, thank you very much.

Are you off?

Pressing engagement, is it?

You're a bit flat.

Flat?

I think it's the E string.

Ask John.

Oh, I'm flat?

Me?

That's it, the finish.

Leave it alone.

Something's gotta be done.

Done?

Look, we can't go on
like this, the joke's over.

Half the time he doesn't turn up

and when he does he's
in the fifth dimension.

Well, I'm not having it.

It's a waste of fucking time.

I've told you before,
Paul, I won't tell you again.

If you kick Stu out of
this band I'll go with him.

No, you won't.

You fucking won't and
I'll tell you why, sailor,

because you know how good we can be.

Not without me.

And you're not gonna kiss it goodbye.

Oh, just watch me, mate.

What is then?

What is it between you two?

What is it?

Yeah, what's going on?

Are you saying I'm a queer?

Is that what you're saying?

Oh, look.

Are you saying I'm a fucking fairy,

is that what you're saying, Paul?

That's not what I said,
that's not what I said.

What is it, that's what you said.

He never said that.

What is it between us,
that's what you said!

He never said you were a fairy.

For Christ's sake!

Will you just leave it alone?

He spoke.

You can't blame Paul, he's had enough.

You act like you're
not interested anymore.

I'm not.

Bollocks.

I'm not gonna play
in a rock and roll band

for the rest of me life.

Paul is, you are.

It's what you want.

Found something better, have you?

I'll let you know.

I'm going to find out.

Calls for a drink, eh?

I've gotta go, mate.

Stu, she's just a girl.

All right, she's quite a girl,

she's got a bit of je
ne sais fucking quoi.

She swept you off your feet.

At the end of the day
she's just another shag.

She's having a bit of fun with ya.

She's a collector, she
hasn't finished with you yet.

She'll get bored.

You don't know her.

She'll get tired and then she'll

throw you back where you came from.

You don't know me very well either.

She'll get rid of you,

she'll finish with you
like she did to Klaus.

She's gonna do it to you, too!

She will!

Fuck you!

She'll fucking do it to you!

Oh, fuck you!

Fuck you!

Fuck you.

He knows War and Peace word by word.

The whole thing?

The whole thing in Russian.

My advice, take two.

What can I say?

You don't need to say anything.

Calls for a drink.

You can do it.

Stuart!

Klaus!

This has happened to you how many times?

I don't know.

A couple.

I'm in a band.

We play eight days a week.

It can give you a headache.

Hmm.

A blow to the head.

You have had such a blow?

Who hasn't?

Hmm.

It was the pills, the speed.

I'll lay off the speed.

Yeah, do so, Mr. Sutcliffe.

And also do this:

Slow down.

Take your time.

Life is long.

You must not be in too much of a hurry.

Well?

What did he say?

You want the truth?

Please.

He said I should find a nice German girl

and ask her to marry me.

That's absurd.

I think I've got something to offer.

Got a long way to go, I know that.

I'm not trying to pass meself
off as something I'm not.

But I want to be a painter.

I want the chance.

So what do you say?

I'm in!

Oh!

They said yes!

Great news!

Cyn!

Er, Miss Powell to you.

Stu!

I'm in.

The art school said yes.

Bollocks.

Who's that?

That's that old Edith Piaf.

Up here.

I don't want a lot.

The usual things.

I'd like a house.

I'd like babies.

But all I really want is John.

He's all I've ever wanted.

John wants the world.

That's it.

- Yes!
- Yeah!

She wants babies.

I know.

She thinks you're going to marry her.

I am.

She's lucky.

Do you think so?

Yuck.

It's rum.

That's what sailors drink.

I'm a sailor.

I'm the son of a sailor.

I'm the son of a sailor's son.

Tell me something, John Lennon.

When you are rich and famous,

when you are number one,
when your name is in lights

and everybody wants to be your friend,

when somebody asks you do you
remember Astrid in Hamburg,

what will you say?

I'll say she was the
girl I always wanted.

The girl of me dreams.

Like Brigitte Bardot with better manners.

I might have fallen in love with her,

but she fell in love with me best friend

and that was the end of that.

I love him, John.

I do.

Yeah.

Don't we all?

Paul can play bass.

Paul can play bass a
lot better than I can.

He can sing a lot better, too.

He's a bit flat, you know.

You don't need me, John.

You never did.

Yeah, but it was our band, wasn't it?

You and me, Stu.

No.

It was your band, yours and Paul's.

We're going to be big,
you know that, don't you?

You'll miss it, Stu.

You're going to kick yourself.

We've got them by the throat, Stu.

You're going to be here in Hamburg.

It's what I want.

It's where I want to be.

There goes Stuart Sutcliffe.

That's what they'll say.

He could have been in the Beatles.

There goes Stu Stutcliffe.

He fell in love with a German girl.

He could have been in the Beatles,

but he never really learned how to play.

They were right.

I give you back.

But only for tonight.

Thank you very much.

All right.

Bollocks!

See you then, Stu.

Paul.

Hope it all works out.

I bet it will, you know what you're doing.

I do.

We're gonna miss you, you know.

Ah, you're well off.

Listen, whatever I
said, I never meant it.

Don't pay any attention to it.

Never did, mate.

Take care.

Good luck.

I'll say hello to Elvis for you.

I'll give him your regards.

Right.

Take care, huh?

You, too.

Pete.

George, bye.

All the best, Stu.

Take care of yourself, Stu.

Good luck.

See you later, mate.

Knock 'em dead.

Auf Wiedersehen.

What's he doing here?

Stuart, something terrible has happened.

What's he doing here?

He's drunk.

John said it, he fucking said it.

You'd do it to Klaus, you'll do it to me!

You're making a mistake.

Fuck you!

I said fuck you!

Fuck you!

Stuart!

Fuck you!

Get up!

Stuart, stop it!

I don't know what happened.

It wasn't me.

Who, then?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I'm sorry.

What will become of us?

I like your hair.

Hi.

You should rest.

No.

I have something to show you.

Damn.

Put it on.

No.

Why not?

You know why not, because
you broke the radiogram.

What is it?

What's wrong?

They are going to be famous.

I don't want them to be famous.

Bollocks.

You will think that
you did the wrong thing.

You will try not to think it,

you will push it out of the way,

but it will keep coming back.

And you will hate me.

No.

You've got it wrong.

You've got it all wrong.

They'll be famous.

The world's not big enough for John.

All he ever needed was
to see his way past me.

You showed him how.

I never had a moment's doubt.

I love you.

I've got a surprise for you.

I don't like surprises.

Everybody likes surprises.

Ah, not me.

You'll like this one.

Not me.

Yes, you will.

Astrid!

Astrid!

Coming!

Ta-da!

I'm sorry.

Stuart?

Sweetie?

No!

Oh, Stu.

You know what I like about
Hamburg, Mr. McCartney?

No, what do you like
about Hamburg, Mr. Lennon?

I was hoping you'd tell me.

Where's Stu?

Look at you.

How do I look?

Like a star.

Where is he?

He's gone.

He's dead.

He was here?

Yes.

Just now?

He's always here.

All right, everyone.

Here's a song for absent friends.

Fuck it, let's go!