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Good evening folks, hmm...

Good evening you, slags.

No, good evening folks.

So, who is Robbie Williams?

Well, I've been called many things -

narcissistic, punchable, shit-eating twat,

but while I'm all those things,

I wanna show you how I really see myself.

So sit back, relax,

while I give you a right fucking entertaining.

So, the story starts...

1982, Stoke-on-Trent.

The arse-end of the north of England.

It may look grubby and deprived, but deep down,

it was grubby and deprived.

I didn't have much,

but at least I had the respect and admiration of my peers.

- Crystal. - What!?

They just had trouble showing it.

- Robert. - Yes! Come on!

Oi! Right, knobhead!

Pass the ball to Nate and let him do the rest.

Positions!

Oi! The fuck you off to? You're in goal.

- But-- - Don't fuck it up.

I'm like a chainmail condom, nothing's getting through.

Whoo! Let's go, slags!

I had plenty of balls.

But I couldn't stop a single one.

I wasn't ready.

- Nice one, dickhead. - Come on!

Robert Williams, captain of Port Vale.

You really are fucking useless, aren't ya?

Little bitch!

It's alright, Rob.

Nate, just leave it.

Yeah... Yeah, jog on, you tit.

Right, come on, let's go.

You're a fucking nobody!

See, where I grew up,

you were meant to act small.

But the thing is, my DNA is cabaret.

I came out of the womb with jazz hands.

Which was very painful for my mum.

Heading downstairs for a bit.

One of the barmen's called in sick.

Goodnight, sweetheart. Straight to bed, yeah?

- Don't let him ruin his dinner. - Bye, love.

♪ And now the end is near ♪

♪ And so I face the final curtain ♪

- ♪ My friend ♪ - ♪ I'll make it clear ♪

How's about a warm hand on my entrance?

♪ Of which I'm certain ♪

♪ Of which I'm certain ♪

♪ I've lived a life that's full ♪

♪ I've travelled each and every highway ♪

- ♪ And more... ♪ - Thank you.

Thank you. Thank you...

♪ I did it my way ♪

My dad was well enamoured

by the stars of the day -

Dean Martin, Sammy Davis Jr and of course, Sinatra.

They were gods to him.

Youth, you hear that? That's pure love, that is.

It don't come cheap, mind.

You've got to risk it all - whatever it takes.

Because if you make it...

...it's paradise.

Thing is, you can't learn it.

You're either born with it...

...or you're a nobody.

♪ And more, much more than this, I did it... ♪

- Light 'em up! - Light 'em up!

♪ Yes there were times I guess you knew ♪

♪ When I bit off more than I could chew ♪

♪ And through it all when there was doubt ♪

♪ I ate it up and spit it out ♪

♪ I grew tall and through it all ♪

- Dad! Dad! - ♪ And did it my-- ♪

Oh, fuck it! Now, look what you've--

Sorry.

I had a full head of steam then, and all.

- I can fix it. - Get out the way.

- We can sing without it. - It's not the same.

- Or... or we could-- - Robert!

I think it's time for a bath.

But I want to keep going.

Just go with your Nan, will ya!

Come on, love. Come on.

Stupid... Come on, blue eyes...

♪ My way... ♪

- Nan? - Hm-mm.

What is... 'it'?

What do you mean?

Dad said you have to be born with 'it'...

...and maybe I wasn't.

Believe me, whatever 'it' is, you got more than your share.

You're just saying that.

I'm bloody well not.

I wouldn't change a hair on your head.

What is it, love?

I don't want to be a nobody.

Oh, love, there's no such thing as a nobody.

Remember...

This might feel good.

But this...

...this is what matters.

You're enough.

I was nine years old

when I got my first real taste of the limelight.

And I still remember that taste -

pure, unadulterated terror.

Have you seen the fit one with the big bulge?

After the show, I'm going to touch him

where his bathing suit goes.

I'm going to fuck it up, I know it.

So what? No one will notice.

My dad will.

Just go out there, sing your fucking song and walk off.

That's not enough! He'll see right through me.

What am I going to do?

I don't know. I'm just doing this for the sausage.

In the next three seconds

I'm going to be found out.

They'll see that I'm ugly, I'm stupid, I'm untalented.

I'm not good at anything.

But there is one skill I'd practised

more than any other child in the world.

Light 'em up.

And that's for showing off.

How's about a warm hand on my entrance?

You see, I thought to become famous

you had to be really, really good.

Turns out you just have to show off and be a bit cheeky.

Put your hands together for our next contestant -

Peter Williams.

Thank you very much.

You know the difference between an 'oooh' and an 'aaaah'?

Well, it's about three inches.

♪ For I am a Pirate King ♪

I usually go over people's heads.

♪ It's great to be a Pirate King ♪

♪ Oh, naughty... ♪

♪ Pirate... ♪

Oh, ho, oh! Eyes off my bum.

♪...King ♪

Ha!

Whoa!

You're useless!

You're a disgrace!

You're a fucking nobody!

Look at you...

I fucking hate you.

My dad won five quid that night.

Oh, you're kidding me!

Although it might as well have been five million.

Thank you very much.

You have been wonderful and I've been Peter Will--

Conway. I'm Peter Conway!

Not only did he change his name -

he changed his life.

One day he went to watch the FA Cup Final.

Unfortunately, he didn't come back.

The audience beckoned

and he left us to be one step closer to his gods.

♪ Come on hold my hand ♪

♪ I wanna contact the living ♪

♪ Not sure I understand ♪

♪ This role I've been given ♪

♪ I sit and talk to God ♪

♪ He just laughs at my plans ♪

♪ My head speaks a language I don't understand ♪

♪ I just wanna feel real love Feel the love ever after ♪

♪ There's a hole in my soul ♪

♪ You can see it in my face It's a real big place ♪

♪ I need to feel real love and the love ever after

♪ I cannot get enough ♪

Don't worry, Mum. We'll be alright.

Light 'em up.

♪ I just wanna feel real love Feel the home that I live in ♪

♪ 'Cause I got too much life ♪

♪ Running through my veins going to waste ♪

♪ I just wanna feel real love Feel the life ever after ♪

♪ There's a hole in my soul ♪

♪ You can see it in my face It's a real big place ♪

♪ Come on hold my... hand ♪

♪ I wanna contact the living ♪

♪ Not sure I understand ♪

♪ This role I've been given ♪

♪ Not sure I understand ♪

♪ Not sure I understand ♪

♪ Not sure I understand ♪

Next!

Take a pamphlet, sign the form, shut the door on your way out.

No, you're alright.

I know what I'm going to be.

Oh I, what's that then?

Famous! I'm going to sing and dance.

I'm writing lyrics and all.

I've seen your grades, lad.

You couldn't rub two words together.

"The world is mine to claim

"all I need is a fuck load of fame. Ooh, ooh, yeah."

Listen, don't embarrass yourself, yeah?

This is not for you. Keep your feet on the ground.

You might want to frame that.

- Tosser! - Next!

♪ I've got the power ♪

♪ I've got the power ♪

Oh do it, Nate!

Fuck me! You'd make a fucking awful stripper.

- You know that. - Fuck off.

Oh, that's my backup plan.

Hey, you should come work with me.

Flint's always looking for people.

Isn't he that flashy cunt in the coupe?

Yeah, but he's proper. Double glazing.

Easy job, easy money.

How'd you meet him?

- I shagged his mum. - Fucking hell!

Ah it's alright, he knows.

His dad wouldn't be best pleased though.

Fucking have that!

So have you told him about the trials?

- Nah. - Well, you better.

That scout was fucking excited.

I thought he was going to blow you right there on the pitch.

Fuck off! I'm not going to the trials.

- I'm not going to the trials. - Rubbish.

- I'm not. - What?

Think of the money. The supermodels.

The fans screaming for ya.

Yeah, I don't need all that fancy shit.

- Fucking hell, Nate! - Alright, calm down.

You've got a ticket to heaven and you're going to stay here?

Oh yeah, it's like you with your singing, isn't it?

I just do it 'cause I love it.

Who gives a fuck if you love it?

What matters is that other people love you doing it.

You'll have to get yourself to school.

I can't face it.

I've got a bastard of a headache.

And an exam, which you better have studied for.

Why do you think my head's pounding?

You'lI have more than a pounding head if you haven't.

Oh, I love it when she talks dirty.

You're going.

I'd take you, but I've got a million deliveries.

God knows I've already had one man lounging about...

A music manager in Manchester

is holding auditions for young men

with a keen interest in singing and dancing.

- Don't you bloody shush me. - Mum! Shush...

The man behind the venture, Nigel Martin Smith

is creating a new boy band.

I didn't think you're interested in boy bands.

Mum, quick. Quick. Quick! Write it down.

Head to Vanity Model Agency this Saturday.

- Doors open at 9 AM... - This is it!

This is it!

I'm going to be fucking famous!

Shut up, you tit!

Oh fuck off, Glen!

♪ Para bailar La Bamba ♪

♪ Se necesita una poca de gracia... ♪

He makes my tizzer go foo, he does.

♪ Ba, ba, Bamba Ba, ba, bamba ♪

Thank you.

Light 'em up.

I'm Robert.

Nigel Martin Smith was, for legal reasons,

an absolute sweetheart.

Well, go on then.

And a first-class cunt.

♪ A buzzard took a monkey for a ride in the air ♪

♪ The monkey thought that everything was on the square ♪

♪ The buzzard tried to throw the monkey off of his back ♪

♪ The monkey grabbed his neck ♪

♪ and said, "Now listen, Jack" ♪

♪ Straighten up and fly right ♪

♪ Straighten up and stay right ♪

♪ Straighten up and fly right ♪

♪ Cool down, Papa, don't you blow your top ♪

♪ Ain't no use in divin'-- ♪

He's bored of you.

Look at you. You've got no talent.

You're not fucking Sinatra.

♪ Straighten up and fly right ♪

♪ Cool down, Papa, don't you blow your top ♪

Okay, that'll do, lad.

You do know this is a pop band?

Yeah.

Tell you what, I'll do Milli Vanilli's--

No!

Cheers then.

So, shall we tell them that you found your man

and they can all fuck off home then, yeah?

No, don't you get up.

It'll be my pleasure.

And if I hadn't winked in that moment,

none of this would've happened.

I wouldn't even be here talking to you.

Break a leg, you slags.

Cheeky little bastard.

He wouldn't know talent if it jumped up

and bit him on the cock.

It's only been a few hours, love.

He's got no eye for it, Nan.

You have to wait.

I fucked it.

He saw right through me.

I mean, look at me.

Do I look like a pop star to you?

You look like you always look.

Exactly.

A talentless fuck who's going to die alone and fat

and be craned out of his shitpit in Stoke.

Aaagh...

Fuck, Nan! Hello?

Youth?

Dad.

Um, your voice is so low now.

Thought I had the wrong number.

- How are you, Dad? - Never better. Never better.

Now listen, I haven't got long, but I was thinking -

how about you come visit?

- Really? - Yeah, why not?

School holidays are coming up.

You should come see what the old man's been up to.

That's... I mean, yeah, definitely.

Smashing! Alright, I better go.

A full house waits for no man and all that!

- It'll be good to see ya, lad. - Light 'em up, Dad--

Oh, Robert...

Come on!

- Oh, love. - Bloody hell, Nan.

Is everybody having a good time?

Peter can't hear you. You having a good time?

I was lucky enough to grace the stage

with this next act at a talent competition.

I'll never forget it. He gave me a five.

Oooh.

Oh, it was sadder than that.

Oooh.

So please put your hands together

for the irresistible...

...the irrepressible...

...the irreplaceable...

I give him a ten out of ten - Mr. Terry Swinton.

I've warmed them up for ya.

♪ Oh the shark has pretty teeth, dear ♪

I thought I was losing that stage left table for a bit,

but I won them back, didn't I?

Oh yeah.

I'm glad you reached out.

It was a shock, but you know, in a good way.

I thought it was about time, youth.

Hey, I forgot to tell you, I'm joining this pop band.

Really? When do you start?

Well, I'm not definitely in yet, but...

Oh...

Well no, it's just that I haven't heard back from--

- Watch it! - Oh, sorry.

♪ Now Mack he's spending... ♪

Terry's the bollocks, isn't he?

Yeah.

Actually, you might want to keep that bed out for me.

Failed my exams - complete fucking balls up.

Mum's going to put me on the first bus back when I tell her.

Fucking hopeless.

You've got to learn from this.

You're right.

All of this.

Because you know, you're learning from the best.

♪ Look out old Mack is back ♪

Seeing my dad

surrounded by the stars of yesteryear,

galvanised my need to become famous.

But I had a more immediate problem.

What's Mum going to be like

when I tell her I failed my exams?

Fucked up the rest of my life.

- Did you have a good time? - Yeah. Smashing.

- How is he? - Great.

I, erm...

I've got something to tell you.

So have I.

- I failed... - You're in that band.

What?

You got in! You're in that band.

Yes!

And I never had to tell her

I failed my exams - until now.

Sorry, Mum.

- Shut up, you tit! - Oh fuck off, Glen!

Mother!

Nigel was my introduction

to the adult world.

He was fucking terrifying, like Willy Wonka.

But what did I care?

I was 15, I was going to have four older brothers,

and we were going to take over the world.

Howard Donald, panel beater.

If you got a dent on your car, Howard would pound it out.

Jason Orange was a featured dancer

on a genre-defining TV music show

called 'The Hit Man and Her'.

Mark Owen...

Little Marco was... lovely.

And then of course...

Come here, you.

There was Gary Barlow,

and my first thought was,

who's this dickhead in those trainers?

They are so three years ago.

Gary was a genius. An actual genius.

He'd been playing the working men's clubs

since he was 12 years old

and was earning more money than his teachers.

♪ A total eclipse of the heart ♪

Trouble was - Gary sang like an angel,

but he danced like a twat.

..seven, eight... Hit! Hit!

You gotta bring the energy. Come on!

...seven, eight...

I recall thinking two things that day -

a fifth of the spotlight is better than nothing,

and...

...if anyone from Stoke sees me,

I'm fucking dead.

Tikka masalas all round,

no coriander for the boys.

- Thank you. - No coriander?

Whenever Nigel took us out for dinner

he would always say, "I'll put this on your account."

He wasn't joking. He recouped it all.

Look around the table, go on.

In five years, we're all going to hate each other.

But, we'll be fucking rich.

Now, first things first.

We work up our act, we take it on the road.

What about a record deal?

Well, that will come, we'll get your demo sent out,

we'll let the bidding war begin.

Ah but...

Before that, let's sure-up your backstories.

Mark and Jason, you were in a breakdancing group together.

Gary and Howard, you were in a band called, 'The Cutest Rush'.

Was I the lead?

You weren't then, my chicken, and you're not now.

Fuck off!

Robert, you had a bit part in 'Brookside'.

Oh I was fucking great, wasn't I?

You were a bit much, frankly.

Nige, can't we just say I'm a songwriter?

I've got a ton of lyrics.

Well, I can hold my breath for two minutes

but I'm not trying to be a fucking submarine, am I?

Gary writes the songs, yeah?

You lot toe the line.

Oh and also, your name's not Robert anymore - it's Robbie.

I fucking hated the name Robbie

but it was the single best thing Nigel did for me.

Robbie became a character. Something I could hide behind.

Oh now, the name of the band?

Oh Nige, I've got a good one...

Kick It!

That's fucking awful.

I've already got the name and it's brilliant.

And clench!

Take That!

Initially, Nigel's plan was for us to be

a band for the gay scene.

Let's do this. Just remember what you rehearsed.

- Robbie, you alright? - Don't be nervous.

- You all look amazing. - Light 'em up.

Robbie, what you doing? Hurry up.

Now, for years people have rumoured

about my sexuality.

The worst one was that all my gay friends

have slept with me and said I was crap.

I'm not bothered they said I slept with them.

These are my boys!

It's me being 'crap' I'm worried about.

Play it loud!

♪ Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah, yeah, woah, yeah ♪

♪ I thought I found love with somebody else's girl ♪

♪ Walking 'round feeling so broken-hearted ♪

♪ Lost in a different world ♪

That night I discovered a wonderland.

It was welcoming and non-judgmental.

I'd found my people.

I'd found the promised land.

For the entire first eighteen months

we made 180 pounds, each.

We played gay club after gay club.

Two a night.

Until out of nowhere, Nigel booked us a club full of girls.

♪ Oh, I see heaven in your eyes with me ♪

♪ Now I will give my loving faithfully ♪

You gonna fucking listen!

Fucking useless prick. I'm warning you!

♪ Heaven, sweet heaven baby On the wings of love ♪

♪ I found heaven, sweet heaven sent your strength to me ♪

♪ My sweet sweet baby ♪

What!

What the fuck!

- Did you hear that? - Settle down.

Will you lot shut up?!

I felt like Elvis, but thin.

I've got good news!

- Good news. - Good news?

We've had some interest from a few record labels...

- Oh, fuck off! - In London.

London! Yes!

That's absolutely fantastic!

Thank you so much.

Yeah, you deserve it. You've all done really well.

Except for one of ya.

And we all know who that is, don't we?

Robbie talked to a local reporter.

"We're like the A-team. I'm the sexy, talented one."

Who the fuck gave you--

I didn't know she was a reporter, Nige--

You know, I almost started to like you

but you've fucking ended that, haven't ya?

Fuck off!

What was that?

I think Robbie's developing a sense of humour, Nige.

You think it'd be difficult to go to Stoke-on-Trent,

get another scally with ratty hair and call him Robbie?

Right, the club wants us to do a meet-and-greet.

There's going to be lots of girls in here

so let's get one thing clear -

keep it in your pants.

No touching.

No telephone numbers.

No dating. Ever!

Nige?!

Ever!

What's the point of bringing them up here

- if we can't touch them? - Let's get this done.

Alright! Bring 'em up!

I love you all!

Nigel had many rules for Take That,

and the most important was that we always appeared attainable.

Safe sex is important...

He even made us do a Safer Sex tour

for the Family Planning Association.

So remember. Don't be a fool, cover his tool.

Naturally, I took it all to heart.

Oh, I love the way you move, Gary.

I was happy to play Gary for the moment.

I'll never wash my hands again.

- Oh, my God! - Yeah?

Oh, my God, Hurry up, hurry up! Quick!

- Oh, that's it. - Gary, I already stopped.

And there it was, the one time in Nigel's life,

he wasn't the biggest wanker in the room.

Right. Straight up -

there's no appetite, want or need for boybands.

They died a death. It's all grunge now.

- Did you hear our demo? - Yes.

These boys are going to take this country by storm.

And if you don't sign them right now,

I'll take them to another label

and you'll be the twat that let the biggest band in history

slip through your pudgy fucking fingers.

You won't do any of that,

because everyone else said, "No".

I only agreed to see you

because my daughter saw you boys live,

and she's obsessed.

She assures me that you are amazing in the flesh.

So...

I'm going to take a punt that you're right about these boys.

Now, which one of you is Gary?

That's me, I'm Gary.

♪ Me with the floorshow kickin' with your torso ♪

♪ Boys getting high and the girls even more so ♪

♪ Wave your hands if you're not with a man ♪

♪ Can I kick it

♪ I got (funk) You got We got everybody ♪

♪ I've got the gift Gonna stick it in the goal ♪

♪ It's time to move your body ♪

♪ Babylon back in business Can I get a witness ♪

♪ Every girl, every man

♪ Houston, do you hear me? ♪

♪ Ground control can you feel me? ♪

♪ Need permission to land ♪

♪ I don't want to rock, DJ ♪

♪ But you're making me feel so nice ♪

♪ When's it gonna stop, DJ? ♪

♪ 'Cause you're keeping me up all night ♪

Let's go, boys!

Whoa!

♪ Singin' in the classes Music for your masses ♪

♪ Give no head No backstage passes ♪

♪ Have a proper giggle I'll be quite polite ♪

♪ But when I rock the mic I rock the mic (right) ♪

♪ You got no love, then you're with the wrong man ♪

♪ It's time to move your body ♪

♪ If you can't get a girl but your best friend can ♪

♪ It's time to move your body ♪

♪ I don't want to be sleazy Baby, just tease me ♪

♪ Got no family planned

♪ Houston, do you hear me? ♪

♪ Ground control, can you feel me? ♪

♪ Need permission to land ♪

♪ I don't want to rock , DJ ♪

♪ But you're making me feel so nice ♪

♪ When's it gonna stop! DJ? ♪

♪ 'Cause you're keeping me up all night ♪

♪ Pimpin' ain't easy Most of them fleece me ♪

♪ Every night ♪

♪ Pimpin' ain't easy ♪

♪ But if you're sellin' it

♪ It's alright ♪

♪ I don't want to rock ♪

♪ But you're making me feel so nice ♪

♪ When it's going to stop! DJ? ♪

♪ 'Cause you're keeping me up all night ♪

♪ I don't want to rock ♪

♪ But you're making me feel so... ♪

♪ You're making me feel so nice ♪

♪ I don't want to rock, DJ ♪

♪ But you're making me feel so nice ♪

♪ When it's going to stop, DJ? ♪

♪ 'Cause you're keeping me up all night ♪

♪ I don't want to rock ♪

♪ But you're making me feel so nice ♪

♪ When it's going to stop, DJ? ♪

♪ 'Cause you're keeping me up all night ♪

Every day, there's a new lot.

The coach brings them in.

They come into the garden,

they nick the wood off the fence,

the clothes off the line.

Someone should do something about this.

Mum, they want this to happen.

I went down the post office the other day

and someone called me a posh slag.

Oh love, you're not posh.

It's not funny. I can't make my deliveries anymore.

I'm having to shut the business, Robert.

Guess who's recording the lead vocals for our new song?

Hm-mm.

I'll get us out of this shit hole

and buy us a fortress, just like Gary.

And why would I want a bigger house to hide in?

That was the first time

my mum closed her curtains.

I'm going to bed. If they'll let me.

She didn't open them for another ten years.

Hey, love...

Where's my little Robert gone?

I'm a pop star, Nan.

Fat little Robert isn't going to sell any albums, is he?

I'm just giving the people what they want.

I go onstage and act like a gladiator

and pretend that the whole world is lucky to see me.

And they all act accordingly.

They don't see what I see.

Then stop!

See, that's the craziest thing to me.

I can't.

We love you, Robbie!

Now, fuck off!

I'm here at Take That HQ with the man responsible

for the band's success, Nigel Martin Smith.

It's quite a display.

It is, yeah, yeah. We got Take That dolls,

Take That calendars.

Take That pillows, so you can sleep with Take That.

Just kidding. Probably cut that bit out.

For our ethnic fans we have Take That Babushka Dolls.

Robbie's inside Mark, who's inside Jason.

Jason's inside Howard and they all fit snugly in Gary.

Hmm, that's quite cute.

Lyrics?

Just some ideas.

Well, come on then. Give us a look.

Will I get a credit?

I don't know. Are they any good?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Whatever.

At least pretend to give a toss.

- What, about all this? - Yeah.

Are you kidding?

Do you have any idea how naff people think we are?

Oh fuck off, Robbie, they bloody love us.

Do you think Oasis does this shit?

We need to branch out.

Write something that's not so fucking cringeworthy.

And this coming from you.

The one who only shines when the light's on him.

- Alright, Gaz. - No, no, let him speak.

You think you can just turn up,

scribble some worthless shit

and get your name next to mine in the song credits?

You add nothing to this.

Any of it.

♪ Turn back the time 'til the days when our love was new ♪

♪ Do you remember? ♪

♪ No matter what was happening I was there with you-- ♪

Ah, just ah, hold it there for a second, thanks Robbie.

That was better, yeah?

Ah, you're still a little behind, I'm afraid.

Oof, I've always liked a little behind.

Um, what we might do, Robbie is um, if we record it -

we can just record it line by line, yeah?

And we can just stitch it together later--

Nah, I can do it all at once.

Yeah, let's just, um, let's just go again.

Yeah, let's go. I got it.

Sure thing then. Here we go.

♪ Turn back the time 'til the days when our love was new ♪

♪ Do you remember? ♪

♪ No matter what was happening I was there with you ♪

♪ A ha ♪

♪ But if we all stand up for what we believe ♪

♪ And maybe live within our possibilities ♪

You're worthless.

You can't do what Gary does.

They're all laughing at ya.

♪ So baby don't turn away, listen-- ♪

Ah, that's great. Thanks, Robbie.

Just give us one wee sec, yeah?

Fuck me.

I think we might have it there, mate.

Thank you.

Okay, great.

Yeah, cheers Robbie.

Give it a sec, Gary, before you head in there.

- Oh, my God. - You did your best.

Yeah, you know, and now I feel like the bad guy.

♪ Turn back the time... ♪

Gary Barlow, ladies and gentlemen!

It's already good. Fucking hell, the difference!

It's like night and day, isn't it?

Yeah, thank you.

Oh, this is a hit.

I didn't know it

but I was suffering from depression.

I hate that phrase - 'suffering from depression.'

It sounds so Scarlett O'Hara -

"I do declare Mr. Butler,

"I have been suffering with a bout of depression."

'Clinically depressed' is better.

Way more lab coaty.

- Dad! - Here he is! Here he is!

I didn't know you were--

Oh, my God!

I told you, didn't I?

You owe me a pint, love.

- Can I get a photo? - Of course you can.

I'll take it for you.

Okay, here we go.

- Say 'fuzzy pickle'. - Fuzzy pickle.

- Ah... - Lovely...

Thank you so much.

Did you want one with me in it?

Great idea, yeah!

Yeah, course you do. Come on.

Look at that, hey? Peas in a pod.

Can I lose you... use you... can I use your loo?

Yeah.

It's a number two.

Be my guest.

- Oh, my God! - Yeah... whoa...

She seems nice.

Oh yeah, terrific. Terrific!

You know they've cordoned off the whole street, don't ya?

There's girls everywhere,

and they're not playing nice either.

It's like a bloodsport out there.

I told the security lads you were my son.

I nearly got torn apart.

You in town for long?

No, no, just passing through. Back home tonight.

After I collect my pint.

I wish I'd known you were coming.

What's this?

- Nothing. - Prozac?

What've you got to mope about?

You boys are flying. Bloody Brits nomination...

I've been telling everyone about that.

I know. It's just...

It's all a bit overwhelming, Dad.

It's like I can't keep track of who I am anymore.

Well, go and ask that lot out there.

They know exactly who you are.

The other lads you'd be hard pressed

to pick 'em out of a police line up.

Well, not Gary obviously, 'cause he's the creative one,

but you, you're living the dream, youth.

We love you, Robbie.

How can you not know who you are,

when there are thousands of people screaming your name?

Jesus! Rob!

- What did he take? - Could be anything.

Hold the show until I say.

You were an afterthought. Couldn't sing, couldn't dance.

Looks... five at best.

Everything you have, everything, I've given you.

And you don't deserve any of it.

Oh, fucking hell!

Are you fucking retarded!?

I fucking told them...

Alright! Get in position.

- I said, get in position, now! - Get up, get up!

Wake up, you fucking baby!

Right, follow my lead!

All of this because of a fucking wink.

♪ Help me escape this feeling of insecurity ♪

♪ I need you so much ♪

♪ But I don't think you really need me ♪

♪ But if we all stand up in the name of love ♪

♪ And state the case of what we're dreaming of ♪

♪ I've got to say I only dream of you ♪

♪ But like a thief in the night ♪

♪ You took away the love that I knew ♪

♪ Relight my fire ♪

♪ Your love is my only desire ♪

♪ Relight my fire 'Cause I need your love ♪

Whoa!

Passed out! That's a new low.

It was a dodgy curry.

Your job is simple -

sing the harmonies and toe the line.

You'd like that, wouldn't ya?

Know your place.

You're making us look like fucking idiots.

♪ Turn back the times to the days when our love was new ♪

Oh, fuck!

♪ Do you remember? ♪

♪ No matter what was happening I was there with-- ♪

♪ You ♪

♪ A ha... ♪

♪ But if we all stand up for what we believe ♪

♪ And maybe live within our possibilities ♪

♪ The world would be wild for the dream ♪

♪ So baby, don't turn away Listen to what I gotta say ♪

♪ Relight my fire 'Cause I need... ♪

♪ Oh, I need... ♪

♪ Your love ♪

♪ Sun ♪

♪ Sun ♪

Because he writes all the songs,

Gary makes all the money.

He's got a mansion in the north of England

with a driveway full of cars.

Fuck me!

And a butler.

While I'm still living at Mum's.

He's Elton now.

And they're all waiting for me in the garden.

And it's to talk about the problem

- and I am the problem. - Whoa!

Robbie, so um...

Well, we've all been having a think, and um...

We'd quite like to do the next tour as a, ah...

...as a four piece.

Just to see if we can do it.

Yeah... To see if we can do it.

Perhaps you could focus on

some of that solo material you've been working on or um...

To be honest, Rob,

we've been doing it as a four-piece for a while.

I think you should.

That it, then?

Ah... Yeah...

Weeee...

Can I take this?

Yeah, Rob. If you want.

This is it!

This... is... the end!

Fuck!

Fuck!

♪ So unimpressed but so in awe ♪

♪ Such a saint but such a whore ♪

♪ So self aware So full of shit ♪

♪ So indecisive So adamant ♪

♪ I'm contemplating thinking about thinking ♪

♪ It's overrated Just get another drink in ♪

♪ Watch me come undone ♪

♪ They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the streets ♪

♪ I pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep ♪

♪ If I ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet ♪

♪ Because I'm scum and I'm your son ♪

♪ I come undone ♪

♪ I come undone ♪

Fans are still reeling

from the announcement on Monday

that Robbie Williams has split from Take That.

Help Line switch boards, set up after reports of suicides,

have been flooded by tearful Take That fans...

But he had built up a reputation

as a party animal...

♪ So rock 'n roll So corporate suits ♪

♪ So damn ugly So damn cute ♪

♪ So well-trained So animal ♪

♪ So need-your-love So fuck-you-all ♪

♪ I'm not scared of dying I just don't want to ♪

♪ If I stopped lying I'd just disappoint you ♪

♪ I come undone ♪

♪ They're selling razor blades and mirrors in the street ♪

♪ I pray that when I'm coming down you'll be asleep ♪

♪ If I ever hurt you your revenge will be so sweet ♪

♪ Because I'm scum but I'm your son ♪

♪ I come un-- ♪

How could you do this?

We need you, Robbie!

Don't go!

The cheeky member of Take That

is now the fucked-up messy one

who's gone and broken up the band.

And people hate me for it.

But really, they're only saying what I think about myself.

I've a raging cocaine habit,

I'm a full-blown alcoholic and I'm twenty-one.

I think I was always going to be an alcoholic or an addict,

I just had the money and the means to get there quicker.

But I'm also incredibly competitive.

I mean, I've no idea

how I'm going to pull off a solo career.

But there's an energy to revenge,

and it's very, very seductive.

...eight, seven, six, five...

...four, three, two, one...

It's going to happen.

No ifs, no buts. No left, no right. Just straight ahead.

I'm going to be fucking massive.

A massive what?

Fuck! You scared the shit out of me.

You said you wanted to be massive?

Ah, well I was just um...

...wishing for a little extra girth.

- What is it you do? - Oh, yeah...

Oh sorry, should I already know that?

No, no, no, no, no.

No, I'm... I'm a singer and songwriter.

Really?

Yeah, just starting out on my own.

I was in Take That and--

The boyband?

Oh, don't mind me.

Sorry.

No, you're alright. I mean, it is why I left.

Dancing around in the background

like a camp sadomasochist...

I mean, if I'm going to look like a tosser,

I might as well do it down stage centre.

So it's all about the spotlight?

Wow, not even any lube - just full fist.

I'm just saying -

if you're going to start out on your own,

you might as well be honest about why.

- Shit, are you a journalist? - Fuck, no.

I'm just curious.

I'm not sure you'd understand.

Try me.

You know, I was given the golden ticket

but it felt like I was bound and gagged

for the last five years.

And not in a hot way, either.

In like a battery to the scrotum sort of way.

I don't know, sexy, mysterious, masked lady...

I guess I've just reached a point

where I want to prove I can make it on my own.

Prove to who?

Everyone.

See! I told you you wouldn't understand.

Oh, fuck me!

Nicole Appleton.

She and her sister were members of the girl band, All Saints.

Their manager was a cunt, too.

She was absolutely lovely -

with the single worst taste in men.

Yeah, you alright?

Fame is so fucking weird, isn't it?

It's like that uneasy feeling you get

when they bring the cake out

and the whole restaurant sings Happy Birthday to you

and you can't wait until Happy Birthday stops being sung.

I mean, people are doing a really nice thing,

but you just want it to stop so you can--

Eat the fucking cake.

Yeah.

Well, now you've got your gag off,

what are you going to say?

- I've got some lyrics. - Oh...

I mean, they're basically different takes

on how much I hate myself.

So a Christmas album then?

I'm not sure about an album.

At the moment I'd just like to write one good song.

- You're overthinking it. - Hmm...

Just write about whatever's in front of you.

Look...

♪ I've got a boat but mine's made of rubber ♪

♪ I cut a hole in the back and use my cock as a rudder ♪

Yes! It's a hit!

See, you're going to be massive in no time.

♪ I was her ♪

♪ She was me ♪

♪ We were one ♪

♪ We were free ♪

♪ If there's somebody calling me on ♪

♪ She's the one ♪

♪ If there's somebody calling me on ♪

♪ She's the one ♪

♪ We were young ♪

♪ We were wrong ♪

♪ We were fine all along ♪

♪ If there's somebody calling me on ♪

♪ She's the one ♪

♪ When you get to where you wanna go ♪

♪ And you know the things you wanna know ♪

♪ You're smiling ♪

♪ When you said what you wanna say ♪

♪ And you know the way you wanna play ♪

♪ You'll be so high you'll be flying ♪

♪ Though the sea will be strong ♪

♪ I know we'll carry on ♪

♪ 'Cause if there's somebody calling me on ♪

♪ He's the one ♪

♪ If there's somebody calling me on ♪

♪ She's the one ♪

♪ When you get to where you wanna go ♪

♪ And you know the things you wanna know ♪

♪ You're smiling ♪

♪ When you said what you wanna say ♪

♪ And you know the way you wanna play it ♪

♪ You'll be so high you'll be flying ♪

♪ She's the one ♪

♪ He's the one ♪

♪ You can't manufacture a miracle ♪

♪ The silence was pitiful... ♪

It's not a competition, girls.

It's just hard work.

Here you are.

This place is posh as fuck.

You know, I've just seen fucking Bono in the toilet.

Had a look...

...tiny.

You've missed me, haven't you?

Ah, of course you have.

Hm, hey, so...

You know my girlfriend, Kayleigh?

Kayleigh.

- The one with the club foot? - No, she ain't got a club foot.

- Well... - Her pelvis is out.

Anyway, she's up the duff.

I'm going to be a dad.

That's amazing.

I'm just surprised the little thing still works.

Fuck off!

Shut up! Shut up! Here it is.

The wait is over!

Coming in at number one, it's new, it's brilliant,

it's "Never Ever" by All Saints.

Whoa!

Come on!

- I can't believe it! - Well done, babe.

- You deserve it. - It'll be your turn next.

Nicole, give us a few words!

Okay. Ahh, I just...

I can't believe we did it.

Number fucking one!

To everyone who has supported us through the years,

you're family, and we love you.

And to my...

Ah, to my best friends...

Having a number one is amazing

and getting to celebrate it together is the best.

Liam Gallagher was the lead singer of Oasis,

the biggest band on the planet.

I'm in love with their songs. I'm in love with the lyrics.

I'm in love with how provocative they are.

I'm just totally in love with them,

and I want to be them.

Fame is a powerful aphrodisiac.

It means even ugly people can get laid.

Mind you, guitars do that, too.

What's all that about, then?

They got a number one.

Is that all? Fucking hell.

If I orgasmed every time I had a number one

I'd be fucking dry.

Yeah...

- You listen to this cunt? - Yeah!

Like he fucking knows what we're fucking talking about.

You want a number one,

you should've stayed Gary's back-up dancer.

Guess who's had the largest ever demand

for concert tickets in British history?

Me.

And the band--

Knebworth, right?

125,000 fucking screaming cunts.

That's insane.

It's how you know you've made it, fucking knobhead.

Me and Liam wouldn't always be so cuddly.

Would anybody like to see me fight Liam?

Liam, a hundred grand of your money -

a hundred grand of my money.

We'll get in the ring and we'll have a fight

and you can all watch it on TV.

What do you think about that?

Now are you going to do it or are you going to pussy out?

You fucking wimp!

Thankfully,

he wasn't in the country at the time.

Knebworth...

Come on, let's go. This is shit.

- Nice chatting to you, Noel. - Fuck off, cunt.

Hey twinkletoes, you coming or what?

Yeah...

Come on.

Good evening, Knebworth.

You all look gorgeous tonight.

Here's one from my new album.

Thank you very much.

Hiya.

Fuck me, aren't you Miss Number One

of the United Kingdom of Britain?

Maybe.

And where did you end up?

I got kidnapped by Liam Gallagher.

Oh...

And you looked like you were having a good enough time.

Anyway, I was just trying to make sense of it.

Of what?

Never Ever.

You don't... What, you don't like our song?

It's fine. I mean, I'm not sure it's a number one but...

Well, people seem to like it.

It would be nice if my fiancé--

Screaming, jumping around, making fucking speeches...

And all that bullshit about family.

It's not bullshit. It's everything to me.

Right.

So did you tell them that you gave up our family

to get that number one, then?

Nah...

I bet you left that bit out of your little speech, didn't you?

You're so fucking ugly when you're wasted.

Well, I'll be sober tomorrow.

Oh, and won't that be nice!

I can't believe I had to tell everyone that you left tonight

because something important came up.

It did.

Getting fucked up with your mates?

At least they know how to write a proper number one.

Which is more than you can.

Scribbling lyrics in your little notebook,

but you're too scared to show them to anyone.

A number one and she's giving out the advice.

I didn't ask you to lie to your friends, because guess what,

I don't give a fuck what they think.

You give a fuck what everyone thinks, Rob.

That's all you give a fuck about.

We need crisps.

We're alright, Nan.

Well, I don't want you wasting away on me.

They don't have washing machines in London?

Yeah, but you do it with love.

Oh, you bugger.

You should come home more often, you know.

She's slowing down.

Rubbish. Nan'll outlive all of us.

Anyway, I'm about to be very busy.

I rang around

and I've got a meeting with a producer called Guy Chambers.

Nicole's got a number one.

Fucking Gary's got number ones,

and here I am turning into a farmyard animal.

I wouldn't change a hair on your head.

Bless you, Nan.

Now, I spoke to your dad.

Oh, that makes one of us.

It's been radio silence since I left the band.

He's agreed to see you again.

Agreed? What do you mean?

Well, to have your visit, on your school holidays.

He called me, remember?

He said it'd been too long.

He invited me.

Yes, that's right. I told him to.

You see...

- Oh, Jesus... - Oh, Betty.

No, no, no, no...

I'm so sorry...

No...

It's alright...

Hey Nan, it's alright.

Come on. Don't cry.

It's alright...

Shhh, Betty...

It's alright, duck.

I'm sorry.

♪ My rhymes complex, yes! ♪

♪ You're just picking up giro cheques, bless ♪

♪ A whole life on the YTS ♪

♪ I line up in a line of nine suspects ♪

♪ And I wine and dine the fine witness ♪

♪ Then she reclines and resigns to my wish list ♪

♪ So I pop it out like the litmus test ♪

♪ And she's like, am I allowed to lick this yet-- ♪

Okay, okay! Hang on, hang on.

Listen, I appreciate you coming over,

but this isn't going to work.

Guy Chambers.

Guy likes it when I talk about the holidays we shared,

and I like it when he agrees to let me sing our songs.

You don't mind, do you?

So our lawyers had a chat...

And here we are on a beach.

Um, lower...

You've only heard half of them.

And they're all the same.

I can't even tell when one ends and the next one begins.

It's like you've written lyrics

you think other people want to hear.

I don't know...

That might be okay in a boyband...

So you want me to get naked on the first date?

It's the only way this works.

Songs are only valuable if they cost you something.

Luckily, I'm always naked on the first date.

If you're going to laugh, do it on the inside, yeah?

I dent easily.

Can you give me a C?

♪ You can't-- ♪

Fuck me.

Better make it a B flat.

♪ You can't manufacture a miracle ♪

♪ The silence was pitiful That day ♪

♪ And love is getting too cynical ♪

♪ Passion's just physical These days ♪

♪ You analyse everyone you meet But get no sign, loving kind ♪

♪ Every night you admit defeat and cry yourself blind ♪

Ah, this is the chorus.

♪ If you can't wake up in the morning ♪

♪ 'Cause your bed lies vacant at night ♪

♪ If you're lost, hurt, tired or lonely ♪

♪ Something beautiful will come your way ♪

And the second verse.

♪ The DJ-- ♪

No, no! Hang on, hang on.

We have to double the chorus or it'll sound crap.

What was that list? Lost...

♪ ..hurt, tired or lonely... ♪

Right, well, that's the hook. That's the gold.

The 'something beautiful' bit is cream on top.

You've got...

♪ Lost, hurt, tired or lonely ♪

And then you repeat. You understand?

- Yeah. - Right.

Well, pick it up from the chorus,

and give it some welly.

Even if it's shit, you got to make it your shit.

Two, three...

♪ If you can't wake up in the morning ♪

♪ 'Cause your bed lies vacant at night ♪

♪ If you're lost, hurt, tired or lonely ♪

♪ Can't control it Try as you might ♪

There you go!

♪ May you find that love that won't leave you ♪

♪ May you find it by the end of the day ♪

♪ You won't be lost, hurt, tired or lonely ♪

♪ Something beautiful will come your way ♪

One more time.

♪ Something beautiful will come your way ♪

You're not as crap as I thought.

Thanks.

We need to clean it up a bit but it's a start.

Now, what else have you got in there?

And coming up we have a surprise guest in the studio.

It's none other than ex-Take That bad boy,

Robbie Williams!

Chris Briggs - manager to the stars.

Amazingly, he saw something in me...

I mean, besides monstrous amounts of drugs and booze.

It'll be nice and intimate.

Fifty people or so - contest winners,

so they'll be super excited.

And just remember it's going out live,

so mind your 'shits' and 'fucks'.

You should start with a cover, something people recognise.

We want them to recognise our songs.

And they will, but you have to woo them first.

You got to get me to Knebworth.

How about you get through this one

without giving yourself a heart attack?

Just get me there, alright?

Baby steps, mate.

Look, I know this isn't much of a gig, but--

Oh, I don't know... Blackpool, Knebworth... Hi!

Plus, we need the air time. What've you got to lose?

I would've said my dignity

but Take That already stole it, so...

I mean it, Briggsy, I have got to play Knebworth.

Whatever it takes.

It'll take everything.

Sure you're ready for that?

Then make every performance count.

Light 'em up.

One, two, three, four...

♪ You got to know how to pony Like Bony Maronie ♪

♪ Do the mashed potato Do the alligator ♪

♪ Put your hands on your hips Let your backbone slip ♪

♪ Do the watusi Like my little Lucy ♪

♪ Na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na ♪

You're going to die!

You've left the safety of the band

and now you're going out on your own.

How does that feel?

I couldn't be happier.

I'm finally free, you know, and this is only the beginning...

Come on!

Well, the first punches have been thrown

and it's Gary Barlow at number one,

while Robbie's first album, "Life Thru A Lens"

has debuted at number eleven.

Robbie's fate now rests

on a national charm offensive tour...

Lock up your daughters,

lock up your sons.

It's Robbie Williams!

You know what I need you to do!

One, two, three, four...

♪ Na-na-na-na-na na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na-na ♪

♪ Na-- ♪

I'm going to rip your fucking eyes out!

With his new album rocketing up the charts -

ladies and gentlemen, Robbie Williams!

Please welcome, Robbie Williams.

Robbie Williams, ladies and gentlemen...

He's an international rock star...

I wanna sing, godamnit! And I wanna dance.

Being a pop star means

you can live all your fantasies.

I think it's what's known as the 'lucky bastard'.

Well, you know, being in a relationship means

I've put away me shagging boots,

but I know where the closet is.

♪ Dance with me, honey Like long tall Sally ♪

You know the great thing is

I've actually arrive now, because back at home

I've been voted the 'Rear of the Year'.

Is that right! You gonna show us?

So it's fair to say you're box office, right?

I've got me platinum disc

and then I'm getting a double platinum disc now.

It means I'm very famous.

♪ One, two, na-na-na- na-na-na-na ♪

We are coming for you!

You haven't got 'it', you've got nothing!

You are fucking dead!

Light 'em up!

Fuck off, the lot of ya!

♪ Na-na-na-na-na ♪

And the winner is... Robbie Williams.

- ...Robbie Williams! - ...it's Robbie Williams!

...and the winner is Robbie Williams!

- Robbie Williams... - Robbie Williams!

A perfect end to a great night

for Robbie Williams.

I'm sure you all recognise this young man,

but did you know he had a famous father--

No!

If any of you lovely ladies want to come up

and sit on Santa's knee,

I'll see what I've got in my sack for you.

Rob!?

Brrrr...

Light 'em up.

Whoa!

♪ You gotta mash potato ♪

♪ Do the alligator ♪

We're going to peel your skin off.

Slit your throat.

We are going to fucking murder you!

♪ Long tall Sally... ♪

♪ Jump back in the alley, baby ♪

♪ Put your hand on your hip ♪

♪ Let your backbone slip ♪

♪ Oh, yeah... ♪

♪Yeah! ♪

Where are you going to run?

Where are you going to fucking hide?

You useless little prick!

You're going to die alone, you cunt!

You're fucking replaceable!

You can't escape this!

Fan-bloody-tastic!

Listen to that. It's deafening.

Oh thank you. I'm the dad.

Taught him everything he knows.

Peter Conway.

You know what Chris, entrances and exits.

No one cares about that stuff anymore.

But tonight, you outshone Tom Jones, lad!

Oh, look at him. Just another day at the office.

Well, this is going to knock your socks off.

Rob! Rob!

Guess who's playing Knebworth next summer?

Knebworth!

Wait till I tell the lads!

Hey, have you thought about a support act?

Now, I could do you a couple of numbers.

Four at most.

It's incredible.

It also comes with a new record deal.

It's obscene!

Look at you! You're bullet-proof.

Oh, I need a drink.

Look at this! Just what the doctor ordered.

Okay, I'll leave you to celebrate.

Congratulations.

Thanks, Chris.

Knebworth...

How does it feel?

Crippling.

It'll sink in.

It's like someone's picked sides for an after-school game

and it's all gone horribly, horribly wrong.

It's one against thousands.

Bollocks! The audience loves ya.

I can't do it.

I can't carry Knebworth.

I'll be like a lamb to the fucking slaughter, Dad.

- It's just stage fright. - You're not listening!

It's normal. Okay?

You know what's always helped me?

A little bit of Dutch courage.

Don't I know it.

Dad, I'm sorry. Dad!

No one buys a ticket to hear your problems, son.

You wanna know why these people are gods?

Because they make other people's problems go away.

Dad, Dad, stay. Please!

Whoa!

He's been climbing the charts

- and conquering the world. - Here he is!

You ready? Here's daddy's best mate.

Ladies and gentlemen - Robbie Williams!

Well, it's been

a sudden change in fortune for you, has it not?

I mean, you're flying high.

Sober as a judge, Parky.

Sorry, I have to do this.

Look Nan, it's Parky!

Oh, Betty! It's Robert.

Let's talk if we may

about this success you've been having.

I mean, it's not the first time, is it?

You've had it before with Take That.

Would you say that this is a different kind of success?

It means a great deal more to me now.

I'm about to perform

in front of a record crowd at Knebworth in a few weeks.

No, no, stop it. It's nothing.

It's only the biggest music event in British history.

That's my boy.

But of course, Knebworth is not the only record

you've broken recently, is it?

There's the matter of your new deal with EMI -

eighty million pounds.

- How does that feel? - Ah, I don't know...

I'm rich beyond my wildest dreams!

I thought I was quoting that lady

who famously won the lottery.

But she said, "Spend, spend, spend."

So no one got it.

Mind you, I've said worse things in interviews...

How would you describe your time with Take That?

I was very fortunate to be in Take That...

...and four out of the five Spice Girls.

Posh said no, didn't she?

Now, you've connected with many women in the past--

Oh, we're going to talk about my sex life.

Well, I suppose...

There's nothing to write home about.

Which is a shame 'cause Mum loves getting those letters.

Oh, I mean, how many flat tyres can you have?

Well, the second one we didn't even get out of the car.

There was no way Natalie was going to ruin her hair,

so they just jacked it up with us all inside.

- And the weather was-- - I'm just popping to the loo.

The weather was horrendous.

At least the sound was good...

My voice was tired though.

Probably because I wasn't sleeping.

Which is weird because the bed was insanely comfortable.

I even got the name of the mattress in case we wanted...

But you're finally settling down?

I have to be a realist.

You know, we're both on tour a lot,

and it can be difficult, you know.

So tell me, what's it like for Robbie Williams

to be in love?

Well, that's difficult to...

...um...

Flings are much easier.

You make me feel so small...

...and I've hated you for it...

...for making me feel so...

...unnecessary.

The fucking awful things you do...

I thought you couldn't help it.

But you just don't want to.

And I can't help you anymore.

Rob?

Rob?

Rob, please say something.

Babe...

Nic, please!

You're a fucking animal!

Babe, you need to calm down.

Don't tell me what I need.

- Get out! - I can fix it!

You're too fucking late!

But I love you!

Easy! Easy now. Come on.

Briggsy...

Oh, what the fuck.

- He's alright. - Course I am!

Shit!

You should've said 'no' to this one.

To Top of the Pops?

You can't buy this kind of promotion.

What's to promote? Knebworth's sold out.

The world tour.

What, he just does Knebworth

and pops his feet up, does he?

You thought getting to the top was hard.

Try staying there.

- On in five. - Come on, you're up.

Leave it.

Oh, it's a woman!

Hi Mum, I'm about to go on Top--

Where have you been?

I've been trying to reach you--

I know, I know, but listen,

I'll have to talk to you later, ducky head,

because my pianist, well he's accidentally shat himself,

and it's just a horror show--

It's your Nan.

She kept asking for ya.

I tried calling ya, but...

I'm so sorry, love... she's gone.

Come on, mate. Let's go.

Whoever pulls the sword out of the stone

gets to be the new King of England.

He's here tonight to sing

what has become the unofficial national anthem.

It's the song on everyone's lips and in everyone's hearts.

Ladies and gentlemen, the ego has landed.

So the next thing you know,

all the knights are straining...

...and turning red, but nobody could budge it.

So you can imagine how everyone laughed

when little Arthur stepped up for his turn.

Everyone, except Merlin.

Merlin just stroked his beard and whispered,

"Arthur, I know those sexy, muscular knights couldn't do it

"and you're just a little fart of a child

"with puny little arms.

"But I believe in you."

♪ I sit and wait ♪

♪ Does an angel contemplate my fate? ♪

♪ And do they know the places where we go ♪

♪ When we're grey and old? ♪

♪ 'Cause I have been told ♪

♪ That salvation lets their wings unfold ♪

♪ So when I'm lying in my bed ♪

♪ Thoughts running through my head ♪

♪ And I feel that love is dead ♪

♪ I'm loving angels instead ♪

♪ And through it all she offers me protection ♪

♪ A lot of love and affection Whether I'm right or wrong ♪

♪ And down the waterfall Wherever it may take me ♪

♪ I know that life won't break me ♪

♪ When I come to call ♪

♪ She won't forsake me ♪

♪ I'm loving angels instead ♪

♪ And through it all she offers me protection ♪

♪ A lot of love and affection Whether I'm right or wrong ♪

♪ And down the waterfall Wherever it may take me ♪

♪ I know that life won't break me ♪

♪ When I come to call ♪

♪ She won't forsake me ♪

♪ I'm loving angels instead ♪

They were out of salt and vinegar.

I don't want 'em.

Okay...

Ay, we should get the boys together.

Hey? Have a little knees up before your concert tomorrow.

It'd do you good.

I can't face it.

Zip me up.

Fucking hell. What time's lift off?

- It helps hide the fat. - Oh yeah.

You've no idea what it takes to get up there.

I can't sleep.

My back's fucked.

Yeah, but once you're up there you're smashing it, so...

See, that fucks me right off when people say that.

Being up there's the worst bit.

Pays alright, though.

Fuck...

You don't understand.

No, no, I don't understand.

But at least I'm trying.

You know all I wanted,

was for you to ask me, just once, how I'm doing...

You know, with work, and my little girl.

I'm about to walk out to 125,000 people!

You've got no fucking idea what that feels like.

Yeah and you've no idea that I earn in a month

what you fucking snort in a minute...

Or that Kayleigh's shacked up with some fucking butcher,

and so I'm living in an estate

surrounded by fucking psychopaths!

Or that I only get to see my kid

for two hours every fortnight or--

So you need money?

Fucking hell!

You know, jealousy don't suit you, Nate.

Jealousy? Are you fucking kidding?

Alright, yeah, I might have close to fuck all,

but you, you have fucking nothing!

And this coming from you -

a nothing, nobody cunt!

You know the difference between me and you, Nate?

It's not my money, it's not your kid.

It's the fact that I had the fucking balls

to make something of myself.

Yeah...

You bought a ticket to the dream,

and the dream came true, and...

Yeah, fuck it, I am, I'm jealous of that.

But you can keep the fucking rest.

Nate! Nate!

Nate!

Fuck!

♪ Somewhere beyond the sea ♪

♪ Somewhere waiting for me ♪

♪ My lover stands on golden sands ♪

♪ And watches the ships that go sailing ♪

And the crowd goes mild!

Time to get ready, youth.

We're going by helicopter and all...

Youth!

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Youth!

You bastard! I thought you'd passed out.

I have waited my whole life for you to step up,

and all it took was booking the biggest concert

in British history.

What're you going on about?

When you left us--

Where's all this coming from?

All those years I thought, he's just sorting himself out.

He'll miss me so much and he'll come back.

Yeah, and I did.

Yeah...

'Cause Nan made you.

I didn't leave you with nothing, though, did I?

Where do you think your talent comes from?

Jesus Christ.

You've forgotten how fucking lucky you are,

that's your problem.

It's a privilege to do what we do.

What we do?

You live in a caravan.

You perform to fifteen fucking people a night.

And I love every second of it.

And I don't need pills to get me through.

Fucking hell...

Sure, I'd give anything to play to a big crowd.

Of course I would!

But if I only ever played to one person

for the rest of my life,

I'd be happy giving them everything I've got.

Unless that person was me though, right?

Really? Who's been cheering you on from the wings, hey?

Who was it who stopped ya from ruining your career?

There wouldn't be a Robbie Williams

if it wasn't for me.

You've always been there for Robbie Williams, Dad.

Why couldn't you just be there for Robert?

You off to watch the football then, yeah?

Nice one.

I'll see you in six years!

You don't have it.

That's why you never made it!

Not as a husband, not as a father, not as anything!

Peter Conway doesn't fucking have it!

Everything has come down to this.

They've come for me.

And I'm going to die out there.

This is the end.

Light 'em up.

Robbie!

♪ Hell is gone and heaven's here ♪

♪ There's nothing left for you to fear ♪

♪ Shake your ass, come over here, now scream ♪

♪ I'm a burning effigy of everything I used to be ♪

♪ You're my rock of empathy, my dear ♪

♪ So come on let me entertain you ♪

♪ Let me entertain you ♪

♪ Life's too short for you to die ♪

♪ So grab yourself an alibi ♪

♪ Heaven knows your mother lied, mon cher ♪

♪Separate your right from wrongs ♪

♪ Come and sing a different song ♪

♪ The kettle's on, so don't be long, mon cher ♪

♪ So come on let me entertain you ♪

♪ Let me entertain you ♪

Good evening, Knebworth.

My name is Robbie Williams,

this is my band,

and for the next two hours your arse is mine!

♪ Look me up in the yellow pages ♪

♪ I will be your rock of ages ♪

♪ See-through fads and your crazy phases ♪

♪ Little Bo Peep has lost his sheep ♪

♪ Popped a pill and fell asleep... ♪

We're going to slaughter you.

You're fucking useless!

♪ Your mind gets burned with the habits you've learned ♪

♪ But we're the generation that's got to be heard ♪

♪ You're tired of your teachers... ♪

You've got nowhere to go!

Do everyone a favour, and fucking end it!

Bounce! Bounce! Bounce!

♪ Let me entertain you ♪

There's only one way out!

You don't deserve to fucking live.

You will never be enough!

♪ He may be good He may be out of sight ♪

♪ But he can't be here So come around tonight ♪

♪ Here is the place where the feeling grows ♪

♪ You gotta get high before you... ♪

♪ Let me entertain you ♪

♪ Let me entertain you ♪

♪ Come on, come on, come on, come on ♪

♪ Come on, come on, come on, come on ♪

♪ Come on, come on, come on, come on ♪

No, no, noooo!

♪ Come on, come on, come on, come on ♪

♪ Come on, come on, come on, come on ♪

♪ Come on, come on, come on, come on ♪

♪ Come on, come on, come on, come on ♪

♪ Come on, come on, come on, come on ♪

♪ Come on, come on, come on, come on ♪

♪ Come on, come on, come on, come on ♪

♪ Come on, come on, come on, come on ♪

♪ Come on, come on, come on, come on ♪

♪ Come on, come on, come on, come on ♪

♪ Send someone to love me ♪

♪ I need to rest in arms ♪

♪ Keep me safe from harm ♪

♪ In pouring rain ♪

♪ As my soul ♪

♪ Heals the shame ♪

♪ I will grow through this pain ♪

♪ Lord, I'm doing all I can... ♪

♪ Send someone to love me ♪

♪ I need to rest in arms ♪

♪ Keep me safe from harm ♪

♪ In pouring rain ♪

♪ Give me endless summer ♪

♪ Lord, I fear the cold ♪

♪ Feel I'm getting old Before my time

♪ As my soul heals the shame ♪

♪ I will grow through this pain ♪

♪ Lord, I'm doing all I can... ♪

I lost the house.

The worst thing was I lost the ability to care.

You're next, if you want to share.

I feel a bit stupid to be honest.

I'm just a chav that got everything they ever wanted.

It's a bit fucking embarrassing to be frank.

I was taught that fame would solve everything.

But fame's got fuck all to do with me.

It's about acting out everyone else's fantasies.

The shagging, the boozing, the showing your bollocks on TV

and people cheering you for it.

Fame looks good in a photo.

They say your life freezes at the age you become famous.

So I am fifteen.

I'm stunted.

I'm unevolved.

And that's why I'm always like, "Oh it's okay,

"I think I'm a cunt. I'm fine with it."

So I get in there before you do.

And I fucking hate myself for it.

Sometimes it's a curse to get everything we want.

Repairing close relationships

is a good first step to repairing ourselves.

♪ Go easy on my conscience ♪

♪ 'Cause it's not my fault ♪

♪ I know I've been taught To take the blame ♪

♪ As my soul heals the shame ♪

♪ I will grow through this pain ♪

♪ Lord, I'm doing all I can... ♪

♪ Give me endless summer Lord, I fear the cold ♪

♪ I will grow through this pain ♪

♪ Lord, I'm doing all I can... ♪

♪ Lord, I'm doing all I can to be a better man ♪

♪ To be a better man ♪

♪ To be a better man ♪

Good evening, folks. Good evening, you slags.

No, good evening, folks.

So, who is Robbie Williams?

Well, I've been called many things -

narcissistic, punchable, shit-eating twat.

But while I'm all those things,

I want to show you how I really see myself.

So sit back, relax,

while I give you a right fucking entertaining.

So, the story starts...

This is the last song of the evening.

It's sadder than that.

It's much sadder than that.

Thank you for being a wonderful audience tonight

and making my dream come true.

I want to thank my mum -

for being there when I needed ya -

always.

I love you.

You guessed it, folks!

♪ And now, the end is near ♪

If you know the words, sing up.

If you don't, shut up, it'll sound crap.

♪ ...the final curtain ♪

♪ My friends I'll say it clear ♪

♪ And state my case On which I'm certain ♪

Love you, Robbie.

♪ I've lived a life that's full ♪

♪ I've travelled each and every highway ♪

Come on...

♪ And more... ♪ Everybody!

♪ Much more than this ♪

♪ I did it my way ♪

Now, I couldn't finish the show

without mentioning someone else here tonight.

I share a lot of the same mannerisms as this person.

People say I sing a bit like him too.

He's made me who I am -

all the good things and a touch of the bad.

And I wouldn't be where I am without him.

We haven't performed together for...

...twenty five years.

But I've wanted to every day since.

Please welcome to the stage...

...my dad.

Thank you very much.

What do you think, youth, shall we light 'em up?

Tell it like it is, Dad.

♪ Regrets, I've had a few ♪

Me too.

♪ But then again Too few to mention ♪

♪ I did what I had to do ♪

♪ And saw it through without exemption ♪

♪ I planned each charted course ♪

♪ Each careful step along the byway ♪

- I'm sorry, Robert. - I know, Dad.

You always had it, you know.

Now, look at you. You're one of the gods.

♪ Yes, there were times I'm sure you knew ♪

♪ When I bit off more than I could chew ♪

♪ And through it all When there was doubt ♪

♪ I ate it up and spit it out ♪

♪ I faced it all and I stood tall ♪

♪ And did it my way ♪

Peter Conway, everybody.

My dad!

Or at least that's what Mum told us.

Robbie...

♪ I've loved I've laughed and cried ♪

♪ I've had my fill My share of losing ♪

♪ And now As tears subside ♪

♪ I find it all so amusing ♪

♪ To think I did all that ♪

♪ And may I say Not in a shy way ♪

♪ Oh no Oh no not me ♪

♪ I did it my way ♪

♪ For what is a man What has he got? ♪

♪ If not himself then he has naught ♪

♪ To say the things he truly feels ♪

♪ And not the words of one who kneels ♪

♪ Let the record show I took the blows ♪

♪ And did it my way ♪

We love you!

Nan! This is your grandson singing and I love you.

♪ I did it my way ♪

Who did I love when I was a kid?

I loved Frank Sinatra.

And I loved my dad and he's an entertainer.

Shit! That's who I am. That feels good to me.

I want to make the twelve-year-old at my Nan's,

watching TV on a Saturday night, feeling safe...

I wanted to make that same twelve-year-old

feel safe onstage.

I'm a fucking entertainer.

It might be cabaret, but it's world-class cabaret,

and I'm the fucking best at it.

Fuck yourselves!

♪ I walked along a forbidden road ♪

♪ I had to know Where does it go? ♪

♪ Like birds that fly into the sun ♪

♪ I had to run I'm not the only one ♪

♪ Why do you look at me that way? ♪

♪ I'm not a problem that needs solving ♪

♪ The truth is still evolving ♪

♪ Life is the choices that we make ♪

♪ We're the masters of our own fate ♪

♪ The painter and the paint ♪

♪ You need to lose your mind ♪

♪ To get back to the light Sometimes ♪

♪ I walked along a forbidden road ♪

♪ I had to know Where does it go? ♪

♪ Like birds that fly into the sun ♪

♪ I had to run I'm not the only one ♪

♪ Maybe I'm never satisfied ♪

♪ I made a lot of poor decisions ♪

♪ Yeah, I made some revisions ♪

♪ And I'm still trying to get it right ♪

♪ I'm a living contradiction The cure and the affliction ♪

♪ You need to lose your mind ♪

♪ To get back to the light Sometimes ♪

♪ I walked along a forbidden road ♪

♪ I had to know Where does it go? ♪

♪ Like birds that fly into the sun ♪

♪ I had to run I'm not the only one ♪

♪ So do you love me now? ♪

♪ Or did I let you down? ♪

♪ You said you wanted all my secrets ♪

♪ So I showed you all my demons ♪

♪ Do you love me now? ♪

♪ I walked along a forbidden road ♪

♪ I had to know Where does it go? ♪

♪ Like birds that fly into the sun ♪

♪ I had to run I'm not the only one ♪