Original subtitles

Farid Morocco

(air horn blares)

(# Tame Impala: Elephant)

# Well, he feels like an elephant

# Shaking his big grey trunk for the hell of it

# He knows that you're dreaming about being loved by him

# Too bad your chances are slim...

Hey, hey.

What?

Yeah, where is she?

(groans)

You ready?

It's almost too beautiful, darling.

(shouting)

(screaming)

(laughs)

- Mia! - (siren wails)

It's time to go, Mum.

Our human spirits are not theirs to control.

- They can't do anything. - They can arrest us... again.

Heath, you're free. Don't ever forget that, darling.

I won't.

(# Palace: Blackheath)

# What would they say if I ruled the world?

# Blackheath someday

# Oh, I've lost my mind too many times

# Going to catch you for sure

# Cradle snatcher no more...

(hums)

# Toothless bastard I saw

# Final chances no more

# Now I find when I've told you not to go...

Silver or gold?

- Silver? - I think gold.

# Peace of mind is mine So let it go

# Oh...

If she does this sort of thing again,

we're gonna have to charge her, OK?

Yeah, sorry.

Thank you, officer.

# I've been trying

# Yeah, I am dying

# Since I've been spying

# Oh #

(plays warm-up chords)

(yells)

(muttering)

She's beautiful.

Oh. Thank you, Mum.

OK, lunch is in the fridge and I'll call you on my break.

- OK? - Yes.

Mr. Parks?

You look chilly.

(sighs)

(# "Uptown Baby")

- You look so rough. - Oh, thank you.

Robbie couldn't do it last night. Again.

All I did was take a picture. He's being ridiculous.

- Look. - Oh, God, is that it?

You'd have taken a picture too, right?

- Um... - Anyone would have.

I sent it to, like, two people.

He flips. I'm, like, "What's the big deal?"

Nat, we have to go to the Isle of Sounds festival.

- Oh, my God, yeah. When? - Tonight.

I can't. I've got Robbie's nanny's funeral tomorrow.

- Hello, dears. - Mrs. Cousins.

Hello, hello, hello.

- Whoo! - Whoo!

Wait. Hang on. Have a look at that.

Look, look, look.

Well, let's hope he's a grower.

Oh, my God.

(message alert)

Oh, balls!

- Robbie dumped me. - Again?

I'll pick you up some new ribbon on the way home from work.

- (mum) Don't forget. - I said I would.

- Not the yellow one. - OK.

- Oh, here they are. - You found some?

Brilliant. Perfect.

Darling...

We'll talk about that in a minute.

I've gotta do my employer's report. What shall I tell 'em?

That I'm honest, hardworking and reliable?

- Been in any more trouble? - No.

- Where were you last night? - With my mum.

Not with Mia? 'Cause she's up to something.

And when she is, you're usually not far away.

Well, not anymore. Not since...

You can't afford to make any more mistakes, can you, boy?

No. Oi.

- For your mother. - Thank you.

(groans)

- Ah, shit! - Oops.

- When do you leave? - I'm not going.

Don't be silly. Of course you're going.

Uni can wait. Listen. You'll wanna hear this.

(guitar riffs)

- No, it's not possible. - Believe.

- No, I own every demo. - It's no demo.

It's new material.

- Is that it? - Yeah.

But it's enough to know it's definitely Kurtz.

- No, Kurtz is dead. - You're wrong. Look.

Boom. It's him.

My only friend,

Kurtz is playing the Isle of Sounds festival

and we're going.

Whoo!

Whoo, ooh, ooh.

(chuckles)

So, Kurtz, a recluse for 12 years, is gonna make

his grand reappearance at a music festival,

a place famously full of people?

Yes, exactly that.

And if Kurtz can face the crowds, you can too.

- We're going. - But I'm on probation.

If I don't turn up to work on Saturday,

Mack'll literally have me thrown in prison.

What, are we scared of Mad Mack now, are we?

OK, right, we're a little bit scared, but what's he gonna do?

Send you down for having a panic attack at a gig?

Anyway, I heard your unfriendly girlfriend's going, so...

Mia's not my girlfriend. Come on, she lost her mum.

- She's allowed to be a bit... - Unfriendly?

(upbeat music plays)

- You only had to ask. - (music stops)

You gonna tell me what happened last night?

- What? - The police were round again.

- Leave it! - You leave it!

God, your mum would be so disappointed.

Well, she's not here, is she? Anywhere.

Seeing as you took down all the photographs of her.

You do not leave this room.

(groans)

Listen, mate, I'm going soon and I just want you to know

that you don't have to live your life like this.

Like what?

Things don't have to be this bad for you.

- They're not that bad. - Well, yeah, I know.

I can think of worse existences.

If only you would play. That's...

I want you to play. You're a good musician.

- I'm going to work, OK? - Just...

Dude, I'm just... I only want the best for you, man.

You might die if you don't play.

- I'm just... - Shut up!

Is it me or is everyone in here

a bit more yellow than yesterday?

(man) Will we have the pleasure of hearing you play tonight?

- Or any night? - Um, yes.

But what deal are you offering my artist?

I'm offering your artist three minutes on that stage

without being fired.

- Take the deal. - No, I'm fine.

You will be fine once you burn the house down.

Now, listen, I've modified the signal path

so you won't get that slight...

- Yeah, the screeching. - Yes.

It's just a lot more reliable.

Go, Heath! Whoo!

(Heath plays intro)

- (high-pitched amp feedback) - Oh.

- (restarts intro) - Just let it out.

Jackpot!

Yes! Yes.

Play something.

Seafood medley.

It's OK. It's progression, right?

(landlord) Why don't you play something for us, Mia?

If no one else will.

(plays melancholy tune)

# When the night comes

# And you lay your weary head to rest

# No more trials

# No tests

# When the night comes

# And you lay by the one you love

# The one that knows you and the things you do

# When the night comes

# Don't be afraid

# You're only dreaming #

(clapping)

At least you don't have to follow that, mate.

- Yeah. - (car pulls up)

Alright?

(car door closes)

- (landlord) Hello, Mack. - Mia.

Boy, my house, now.

Why is he here?

I noticed that your old drum kit next door is...

What are you reading at the moment, Heath?

Nausea.

- By Sartre. - Yeah.

Unconvincing to say the least.

That's because you don't understand it.

Because we should accept responsibility

for our own actions.

- Don't you agree, Heath? - Mmm.

As you know, it's a little over a week

before you go back to school.

Actually, only one of us is going back to school.

The other just stopped going.

Mia, for the rest of the holiday,

when you're at home, you're with me.

If you want to go somewhere, you go with the boy. Understood?

- (front door closes) - No.

- Not really. - Konichiwa, compadres!

Now is not a good time, Natalie.

They're from my little sister's birthday party.

I thought they'd brighten up Mia's room.

How thoughtful. No, Mia. Mia, we haven't...

Well, thank you for a lovely evening, Mr. Parks,

but I think I should probably go.

So I should stay?

Please ask them to come back down.

Right.

- Yeah, all sparkly. - Nat, lose the straighteners.

Do you have any idea what the sea air will do to my hair?

I've got a fringe! It doesn't make sense.

Your top, your top, your top, your top, your top.

(musical ringtone)

- ...fingers. - Shh!

Your dad said that...

- Yeah, mate? - (friend) Look out the front.

Beyond the drive.

- Yeah, OK, what do you want? - Hey, have you seen her naked?

I have seen her naked, and we're having a big threesome,

so I'd like to get back to that now.

What? What about a foursome? How big are her boobs?

Does she have perfectly circular areola

as if Da Vinci had drawn her himself?

- I haven't seen her naked. - OK, listen, I've got my bike.

- We ride tonight. - Not a chance.

Wait. Are they nicking your bike?

OK, pick me up out the front.

(# Siouxsie and the Banshees: Hong Kong Garden)

- Boy? - We're just going to the...

- (Mack) What's going on? - (Heath) Leon!

(Natalie squeals)

- Mia! - Don't worry, Mr. Parks.

- We'll get them back. - Helmet.

- Whoo-hoo! - (screams)

(Mia) Don't lean.

- We've got company. - What?

I've always wanted to say that.

Pull over!

We're going to the Isle of Sounds!

- Nat! - That's where we're going.

No, you are going home.

(Natalie screams)

Oh, my God, they're coming. Go, go, go.

We have you surrounded.

- Now, what's she doing? - What are you doing?

He'll move.

No, don't worry, they're not going far.

(revs engine)

Uh...

- Come on! - Hey, hey, hey.

Hey, leave the bike alone. OK, right.

OK, for next time, the reserve tank, OK?

- Stupid... - (musical ringtone)

Uh, it's your dad.

If you wanna talk to him, you can talk to him.

Mum? Yeah, no, no, no, I'm fine.

- Yeah, what's he saying? - That you've run away with Mia.

No. We are looking for her.

Well, did you find her?

Eat your fear. Eat it. Eat it.

No. I think I might know where she's heading.

Yes! Destiny is coming for you, my boy.

You know, try not to worry and just get some sleep.

Come on, then, get on.

- Don't cry. - I'm not crying.

(# Hyde & Beast: Pictures In The Sky)

(Natalie) Don't get any ideas.

(Leon) What do you think of my chopper?

My hairdryer's more powerful.

Do you really have tickets?

Oh, yeah. Big time.

# With my boots on my feet and my hat in my hand

# I started out to travel across this land

# And the stars were my charts

# The birds were my rock and roll band

# The roads, they weren't long

# And my heart felt a new sweet song

# The trees and the sun just helped my love along #

(Natalie) Aaaah!

It's around here... It's around here somewhere.

- Definitely. - Oh. Oh.

- Definitely around here. - Oh, oh, oh...

This is so exciting.

Uh... we don't have a tent.

Yeah, 'cause we're staying in a hotel, right?

- Babe... - I'm sure you can use Leon's.

Let there be light.

Where are you? Oh, I've found you.

He gets excited by the flora and the fauna,

but really he's harmless.

Guys, psst! Come over here.

What I'm about to show you

is one of the most important monuments in ancient history.

Ta-da!

- (Mia) What is it? - A sacrificial table.

For... Neolithic virgins.

For neo-little virgins?

Yeah, well, I mean, people were significantly smaller back then.

(Heath) I think it's really impressive, mate.

- (Leon) Thanks. - (Heath) It's alright.

(phone rings)

(sighs)

(Natalie) God, do you realize people used to live like this?

They didn't really live like this

because there weren't tents.

But they did have stone structures

much like our own houses, so...

Civilization's going backwards.

Well, it's not really going backwards,

'cause, you know, nowadays

you have things like synthesizers.

(Leon continues indistinctly)

(hums)

I was just, um, having a stretch after the ride.

Let me listen.

No, you're alright.

- What is this? - You probably wouldn't know it.

- Is it you? - No, it's not me.

- This is Kurtz. - Yep.

- He's pretty weird. - Yep.

Makes sense, I guess.

Thank you.

- Thank you? - It's cool.

You don't have to like his music.

I'm just not into guitars.

You're not into guitars?

No, not really.

Wow, well, that's new. Then what are you into?

Mmm...

Industrial hardcore drum and bass.

Right.

Want some?

(clears throat)

Mmm.

- Warm pear cider. - That's my favorite.

- That makes sense, then. - What does?

You alright?

Yeah, actually.

(snoring)

(kettle whistles)

I just went to get petrol.

Don't you ever sleep?

Tea?

(Mia) You're alright.

(# John Holt: Ali Baba)

(yells)

# My dream last night was about Ali Baba

# With the 40 thieves

# Tom, Tom, the piper's son

# He was there with me

# I rode through a valley with the princess by my side

# The duke and the duchess was there...

I dreamt about Stonehenge last night. It was very erotic.

- Erotic? - Yeah. No, arousing.

No, that's worse. That is worse.

- Oh! - Flicking heck.

- Shit, Leon! - (Mia) What was that?

(Natalie) Stop, stop, stop, stop, stop.

Leon!

Oh. I hit a bunny rabbit.

(groans)

You killed him.

Brother, we commend your molecules to the atmosphere.

Maybe he was trying to send us a message.

He's not sending anything. He's dead.

(phone rings)

(Heath) Hello, Mum?

Don't "mum" me.

What do you want?

Well, I just wanted to see if you're OK.

- (sighs) - Mum?

At least tell me where you're going, darling. I'm worried.

(Heath) We're going to a festival for the weekend.

How lovely. Have a wonderful time.

- Have you eaten? - Make sure you call me later.

- (she hangs up) - Is everything cool?

Yeah, she's just not good on her own.

- Isle of Sounds. - Could be.

(sighs)

(# Kungs vs Cookin' on 3 Burners: This Girl)

Hey! Guys.

- All going to plan? - Um...

- Not so much. - It rarely does.

I shall spirit you wherever you would like to go.

Thank you, Jesus.

Really?

# You buy this and you buy me that

# To win over

# Win me over

# You got me wrong and that's a fact

# Somethin' that you've got to notice #

Spirits from our ancient days, let us feel your pulse.

Fill our hearts with wisdom from your infinite realm.

Get out the fucking way!

(horn blares)

Take away our anger.

(# Xylaroo: Sunshine)

Yo, we made it!

Whaaa!

(Leon) Party on, guys.

(man) Come on. All come through.

I am the chief. I'm the ferry master.

Come on, have a good time.

The journey starts here, boys and girls! Welcome.

Cheer up. Cheer up. It's a festival, not a wake.

Come on. What have we got here? First timers?

No. That is a beautiful thing.

You need to take good care, son.

And be careful what you look for.

OK.

You never know what monsters you might find.

Thanks.

Thank me if you get back.

(ship's hooter blares)

You can go.

Bon voyage.

- Find some better clothes. - What?

Come on, I remember you.

50,000 people?

At least. But I'll be here for you, buddy.

Thanks, mate. That's genuinely made me feel a lot better.

Oi, Leon. Can you, like, move, please?

Don't move, mate.

- Cute. - Oh, my God. No, I look good.

- I look good, don't I? - You look good.

- I look good. - He looks good.

Look at that.

Yum. Go and give him your number.

- He doesn't want my number. - Yeah, he does.

He wants to send you a dick pic.

I wanna dip him in yogurt.

We go with him willingly. We're not his prisoners.

What's her name?

Mack.

Have you even seen the way Mia looks at you, mate?

What, like hair blocking the shower?

It doesn't matter. This is gonna be good.

I feel good. I feel good about this.

- Oh, great. - You should dress like that.

- He's smoking an e-cigarette. - Yeah. It's cool.

It's not cool. It looks like he's chewing a pen.

No, he's chewing electricity.

Hi, I'm Leon, artist management. This is Heath, my...

Boyfriend.

- No, no, no. He's... He's my... - It's cool, man.

Yeah, yeah, I know it's cool, 'cause... 21st century, innit?

Um, so, Xavier's band is playing at the festival.

- Yeah, so's Heath. - (Mia) That's a lie.

- Yeah. - What kind of band are you?

We're an old-school guitar band, a dying breed.

OK, I'm not, by the way. I...

I've just come here to see someone play.

Kurtz.

- Yeah. - What?

- You're one of those, right? - One of what?

Some hoax has got all the obsessives in a frenzy.

No one actually thinks he'll show.

Yeah, no, I know he won't show

and that's what I've been telling you.

But I'm not one of those... I'm not one of those fans.

They're a bit... They're absolutely...

Well, I love my fans.

Well, I'm sure they appreciate that.

Right. We gotta go.

We'll hook up later, though, right? Call me.

Yeah, definitely.

I'm not playing here. Why did you lie?

See, there is a fine line between a lie and mythology.

Do you need to go and relieve yourself?

Yeah, a little bit, but will you promise you'll stay here?

No.

You know, you could even have fun.

I am having fun.

- Just relax. - I am relaxed. I'm relaxed.

Yeah, you look it.

(Natalie) What do you mean, you don't have tickets?

You said you had tickets! Loads and loads and loads of tickets!

(Leon) If I didn't, we wouldn't be here.

(Natalie) Exactly. We would be in there and not here with you.

Who are you calling? Who's she calling?

Xavier.

Hi. It's Mia.

Oh, my God.

- VIP? - Yeah.

- We're meeting them later? - Yeah.

(squeals)

Oh, no.

There's nothing for you.

- Brilliant. - Um...

No VIP at least. Here you go.

- We're mere mortals? - Nothing wrong with that.

Yes, you are punters and we are with the band.

- With the band. - What, Xavier's band?

(Mia) Yeah.

Thought you didn't like guitars.

Depends who's playing.

(Natalie) Mia, hey, let's go!

(Leon) Let's do this, Heath.

Oh!

Guys, if we get lost, can we just meet

back at this tree or something?

- Yeah, no, definitely. - OK, cool.

(Leon) Eat your fears. Eat your fears.

- (Mia and Natalie) Relax. - Relax, Heath.

- (ship's hooter blares) - Come on.

- I left Mack in the car. - Well, it's too late.

- But he'll overheat. - It's a bloody fairy. Come on.

- Here, open the gate, mate. - Say sorry to the lady.

- What? - Say sorry to the lady.

I'm sorry. Can we come through now?

Boarding has closed. Only just.

Yeah, look. Here you are.

- Not a music fan, are you? - No, I'm not.

Boats are fully booked today, sir... for music fans.

You shall not pass to the isle.

Wankers away!

(Mack) Oh, come on.

- Stinking hippies. - (ship's hooter blares)

Alright. Come on.

(Natalie) I don't know how to do this without a mirror.

(Mia) It's gonna be so good.

Can we please find Xavier,

like, as soon as possible?

Yeah, definitely.

- Leon, get out! - Leon!

Please. I will chop off your penis!

She will.

With a machete.

What are you doing?

Ah. You beauty.

This is illegal and immoral.

- But it's terribly exciting. - Yeah. Go and cast off.

(motor revs)

- Do you know what you're doing? - Yeah.

I worked on fishing boats for ten years.

- You ready? - Ooh.

I'm gonna kill those kids when I find 'em.

I wonder what we'll look like when we're older.

We'll look like our mums, won't we?

Oh, my God. Do not say that to me.

We will. It's in our genes.

My mum always said that I had fabulous genes.

And then she got cancer and died.

Still, fabulous genes, eh?

Leon already looks just like his dad.

Handsome man.

Well, here's to all our wonderful parents.

May we end up just like them. Here.

- No, thank you. - Are you pregnant?

- I live clean. - You what?

La pura vida.

Trust me, he really doesn't need it.

That is the most depressing thing I've ever heard.

Let's go.

(# Faithless: Insomnia 2.0 - Avicii Remix)

(# The Who: Baba O'Riley)

Uh, who are they?

# Don't look past my shoulder...

- The Who. - Huh? Never mind.

Listen, main stage is only for people over 30 and children.

Literally nobody goes there ever.

(Natalie) Doesn't look that bad.

It looks terrifying.

Listen, if you want a real experience, you don't go here,

you go over there, alright?

# Teenage wasteland Oh, yeah

# It's only teenage wasteland...

Right, this is where your education begins, alright?

Oh, you're gonna love this guy. He's so good.

(trance music)

Four shots, please.

(ringtone)

Heath. Heath?

Mum?

Heath, darling.

Damn. I can't hear him.

Oh, sh... Shit! Shit! Shit!

I have to reach my son.

Tell him to bring Mia to me or he's dead.

What do we do to our children?

(Mack yells)

Yo, guys, I was thinking maybe we could go back inside.

- No! - No, no, no, no, no!

No, no, I literally can't take

another one of your niche percussionists.

Alright, come on.

Let's do this.

The wallflowers are go!

Come on!

Oh, shit.

Let's go. Come on!

- Leon? - (Leon) Don't freak out. Heath!

(Heath) Guys, where are you going? Guys?

Oi! Watch it, mate. Watch out.

- I'm so sorry. - (shouting)

Look at you with your pretty hair.

Oh, shit.

(grunting)

(festival goers whoop)

(# Jagwar Ma: O B 1)

(Mack) Alright, come on.

(coughing)

Jesus Christ!

Be not afraid.

The isle is full of noise, sound and sweet airs

that give delight and hurt not.

The entrance to Isle of Sounds, where is it?

Festival. Music.

You're already here.

Bloody hell.

Libby.

Heath.

(Natalie) How do I look?

- Beautiful. - OK, right.

You have to be really cool in there 'cause that's VIP.

- You cannot lose your shit. - Look cool.

You have to be cool, alright?

Ah.

(man) Yeah. Really cool night.

(Natalie) Come on.

- Top musicians. - Yeah, man.

(Natalie) Oh, oh, oh.

- Never. - Hi. Vodka coke, please.

We have herbal tea.

Um... Vodka herbal tea, then.

Try the Himalayan Flush. It will blow your bowels.

Did he just say "bowels"? Oh.

You'll feel fantastic. Everything out. Whoosh.

- (both) Whoosh. - Three, please, barman.

I'm Neil. I knew you were talent.

- I've got an eye for talent. - What, are you a manager?

Insurance.

- Right... - Kill me now.

Like, car insurance?

Larynx, fingers and legs.

Artists' body parts are so delicate. Are you covered?

You know what? I'm not.

But I was really thinking about insuring my ears.

- You absolutely should. - Yeah, and my nostrils.

And my arse.

- Take my card. - (Xavier) You guys having fun?

- (Mia) Oh, thank God. - (Natalie) Hello.

- What was that about? - He's just...

- Do you wanna go? - Yeah, I wanna go.

- I'll find you online. - No, you won't.

Enjoy your cleanse!

(stomach gurgles)

Oh, my God!

- (Mia) Look at this. - (Xavier) Yes.

This is our crib.

(Mia) My God.

- (Natalie) It's so small. - Hey, you.

- Hello. - Hello.

(Xavier) I love the smell, man.

- Smells delicious in here, Wen. - Oh, my God.

(# Royal Blood: Little Monster)

# I've got love on my fingers

# Lust on my tongue

# You say you got nothing

# So come out and get some

# Heartache to heartache...

Take me!

Take me!

Take me!

(# Rachmaninoff: Symphony No.2 in E Minor, Opus 27: Adagio)

(laughs)

(# Disclosure: Bang That)

# I love it when you freak it

# Now let me see you work it

# I wanna see you twerk it

# Now let me see you shake it

# I wanna see you shake it

# Now let me see you freak it

# I love it when you freak it

# Now let me see you Now let me see you

# Now let me see you

# Now let me see you Now let me see you

# Bang that till you pass out

# Shake that till you pass out

# Freak that till you pass out

# Work that till you pass out

# Bang that till you pass out

# Shake that till you pass out

# Freak that till you pass out

# Work that till you...

(Leon) Hi. This is the official Leon contact number. Official.

I'm actually probably out...

(giggling)

Huh?

(giggles)

- (Heath) Oh, God. - Do you need a hug?

Do you need a hug?

- Come on. - Let's hug.

I'm fine, thanks.

Let us hold you.

# But I won't bring you flowers

# Unless I find some by the road

# And cut glass You don't make it

# You've already got the gold

# You've got the gold You've got the gold...

(slow instrumental music)

Please let this be real. Please let this be real.

(Natalie) Oh, my knee! I've got pins and needles!

- (Wen) Sorry. - Come on, let's go. Come on.

- Mm-mm. - Come on.

- Mm. No. - (Natalie) OK.

(Wen) Where did that come from?

(Natalie) Yeah. That's alright, innit?

OK. Hello!

Last chance. Xavier is leaving the building.

(Natalie) Cramp, cramp, cramp, cramp.

(Xavier) Going. Going to bed.

- (Natalie) No. No. - (Wen) Yes, you do.

- What is your name, by the way? - Wen.

- Wen, OK. - Yeah?

- That's lovely. - It's not Robbie.

That's lovely, Wen.

Thanks, Wen. Ooh.

(Libby) Whoo! Hooray! We're here!

(giggles)

Oh! Oh!

Huh?

Oh, we're dead.

Hell is empty and all the devils are here.

Are they having too much fun for you?

All they have is fun. They're spoilt.

And Mia?

Don't you remember? I remember.

You had the shirts and all that hair and...

Your Suzie and I were always the last ones up at sunrise.

Apart from you.

Somebody had to keep an eye on you both.

She loved this festival.

If she were here, she'd be more upset with Mia than I am.

- She played here. - She's not playing here now!

Is she?

Oh, shit.

Good God, no wonder your boy's unstable.

How dare you.

Put your hands against the fence and spread your legs.

Come on!

You know, I sympathize.

Heaven knows, I wouldn't want my daughter in there

with all those rampant young men.

But ask yourself, are you here for her...

or for you?

Hey, it's Mia. Leave a message, but don't expect a call back.

Right, hi, it's Heath. Um...

I really need to talk to you, so do call me back.

It's important. OK.

Oh, God.

- Hello. - Ooh, I'm sorry. I didn't...

- Sorry. I didn't... - You OK? That's alright.

Don't be silly. You look lost.

- I'm just... - It's OK to be a little lost.

Where are you going?

I'm sorry.

- (musical ringtone) - Shit.

Yeah, hello?

- Hey. - Mia?

So I just wanted to give you a call and say

we're fine...

OK, Mia...

We're backstage.

- Can you hear me, Mia? - Yeah.

Could you shout where you are, please?

I'm by the buses. Don't come and find me.

Just stay where you are. I'll come find you.

Thanks.

(Heath) Mia!

Mia! Mia!

What?

Where are you?

Lying down.

I can see buses and people.

Hey.

I just called you.

Yeah.

And I told you not to come.

Right. Yeah, of course you did.

Turns out it's actually quite easy to get backstage.

You don't have to be from a old-school guitar band

to get into this...

car park.

I broke in. It's not a big deal.

What are you doing here again?

I came for you.

You did?

You know I know things about you, right?

I know things other people don't know.

I know things that you don't know.

What things?

Special things.

Just to warn you, I have been sick.

Yeah, I... It's OK.

You're so kind.

I just... Ooh.

- Helicopters? - Really bad ones.

Right.

OK. I can...

That's my bus.

Oh.

They have beds.

Bedtime. Come on. Come on.

- You alright? - Yeah, I'm fine.

- OK. - Excuse me.

- I'll do that myself. - OK.

Come on.

- (Mia snorts) - Really?

Oh, I meant to tell you, your dad's here.

- (Mia) Mm. - OK?

(mumbles)

(mutters)

Yeah, yeah, Scandi man.

(guitar riffs)

(guitar riffs continue)

Who sent you?

He's here?

He's more here than you or I will ever be.

(man) Did they send you?

Who?

The puppeteers.

The specters who feed off the creations of others.

The ones who will never truly understand

the mystery and the horror of what we do.

We make sense of the chaos,

bring order and balance to where there is none,

knowing that when the final note dies, we all die.

Because even the artist is powerless.

Did the label send you?

No one sent me.

Wait.

So?

Um...

- It's nice to meet you. - Gordon, get him out of here.

No, no, no, no. Wait. Um...

Why haven't you played for 12 years?

- Is this the one? - Don't touch that.

- Everyone said you were dead. - Hoped.

Your music has helped me through some really dark times.

You're a child. You know nothing of dark times.

Actually, last year, my mum, she tried to...

Stop.

Well, thank you.

That's all I really wanted to say.

So I'll go now.

How did you find me?

I heard the rumors.

And the new stuff.

Stuff?

Material?

And?

- Well, I, you know, I... - Hated it.

No. No, no, no. No.

You dare to break in here

and pass judgment on me?

On my work?

You don't deserve my work.

Why should I share it with you, or anyone?

Who are you? You're nobody!

Mmm.

(giggles)

That was so impressive.

(sighs)

(snoring)

(Leon) Sometimes I think life gives me so much sweetness

that there's nothing left for Heath.

(woman) Who is this Heath?

My whole life he's done so much for me.

He's the reason I'm here now.

But last night I lost him.

- I'm not a good friend. - Aw.

I have to find a way for him to play.

It's the only way to make it right.

But how, mi amor?

I don't know. I don't know.

But I will find him and he will play.

- And I will help you. - Yeah?

Yeah.

(hums)

Ooh! Hello, Michael.

These lovely people have offered to help us.

It's OK.

Doesn't he ever sleep?

I wanna sleep.

(man laughs)

(Natalie groans)

(Natalie laughs)

Can you really get him on that stage?

This is a festival, baby. We can do anything.

But first you've gotta do something for me.

Anything, mi amor.

You're gonna love it.

(Natalie) So, Heath...

If you like him,

you might have to give him a bit more of a clue.

Why?

So that he knows you like him.

I don't like him.

You don't like anyone.

I like you.

You're stinky.

- This is where we part company. - You're not going anywhere.

(gasps)

You're so pretty.

Look at your flowers.

I just need to find my daughter!

Mia? I've met her.

- Where is she? - You'll find her soon enough.

Stay a while.

Bollocks.

(# Lane 8 & Lulu James: Loving You)

We've been here before, Suzie.

# Are we gonna be here forever Wrapped up...

(crowd chant) Kurtz! Kurtz!

(announcer) Hey, guys. Your attention, please.

We're having a little bit of trouble

locating Kurtz at the moment.

We're doing everything we can...

Kurtz! Kurtz! Kurtz! Kurtz!

Kurtz! Kurtz! Kurtz! Kurtz! Kurtz!

- Nat, are you alright, babe? - (chanting continues)

Mia! Excuse me.

- Go, Kurtz! - This is the best ever!

Mia! Mia, can we go?

Huh? Yeah, you can go, it's fine.

But he's not coming. Kurtz isn't coming.

Yo, man, the penny drops. I told you so.

No, no. I saw him, though, last night.

- After I put you to bed. - You what?

I think I'm the reason he didn't show.

Yeah, alright, course you are.

Yo, man, you're crazy.

I love you. You're great.

- Whoo-hoo! - (cheering)

Mia, can you just come down?

What, and join the only person not having any fun? No.

Heath, destroyer of the vibe, man.

Your dad's here.

He's gonna see you on the screens.

- Put me down, please. - (booing)

- What? - I didn't call him.

Of course you did. That is your signature move, that is.

Ever since we were nine years old,

you've followed me everywhere.

Bullshit. You begged me to play in your terrible band.

Yeah, and when was the last time anyone heard you play?

Have you ever asked yourself why it is

you do everything everyone else asks you to do

but never what you actually wanna do, huh?

What are you so afraid of?

- You're just like him. - No, I'm not.

So you're not at all locked up,

pissed off at the world or stubborn?

But I know things about you as well, and this isn't you.

Well, my dad can't find me as long as I'm not with you.

So just do everyone a favor and disappear.

(cheering)

Mia... Mia?

(# L.A. Salami: When The Poet Sings)

# Upon the autumn streets when the city is away

# On some lonesome quest for winter

# The man who sings his poems unravels his display

# And the neon spectrums turn to splinters

# And the nights are cold sometimes

# But never for his pages

# They don't sway against this wilder of...

Ooh.

# And the ageless battle cries

# I unearthed from my eyes No longer writhe

# Because the singing poet is wise

# They said that love of mine won't wither

# Time will bring a treasure trove of things

# And the shadows now are just a sliver

# But still it stings

# But it doesn't matter when the poet sings #

(rhythmic drumming)

- Heath, baby. - What the actual fuck?

Dance with me.

- No. - Come on, I've missed you.

Yeah, clearly. I'm going, OK? So are you gonna come with me?

No, listen, I've booked you a gig, tonight.

- No. Goodbye, Leon. - What?

OK, you look amazing, but you're mad, you're all fucking mad.

(Leon) You've gotta play.

Heath! Heath! You've gotta play, man.

- (Mia) Lyra? - Try not to think about that.

It's fine. I just really need to be alone now.

- Wanna go backstage? - I'll find you later.

- It's fine. - Where are you going?

M! Mia?

Nat.

Hey, hey, hey! Hey, stop.

- You can't leave. - (Kurtz) Gordon.

You've got some bollocks coming back here, I'll give you that.

Right, OK, whatever I said to upset you, I'm sorry.

Two things.

One, you have absolutely no influence

over the artist.

And by the artist, you mean you?

(Kurtz) And two...

(sighs)

12 years.

It's a long time.

There are thousands of people.

Waiting to see you. You have to go back.

Their eyes full of hope and expectation.

I can't.

They just want to hear you play.

To hear your new material.

You want music, you play your own.

Nobody wants to hear me play.

There it is.

Ego and doubt go to battle.

We'll make an artist of you yet.

It's just a gig.

It's never just a gig, mate, never.

(# Justin Vernon & Aaron Dessner: Big Red Machine)

# We're safe Our love went dormant

# We read my mind

# So many times...

(whispers) Trust me.

Close your eyes.

# The earth is only sand

# Fucked up and puked up in dismay

# Resolve...

Open your eyes.

(Mack) It really hurts.

- Is it meant to hurt so much? - Yes.

(sobs)

I miss you, Suzie.

I miss you.

(phone rings)

- Hey. - (Natalie) Mia, where are you?

They're about to go on.

Xavier's going mad 'cause you're not here. Come now!

Mia?

(ship's hooter blares)

(Libby) Whoo!

Whoo-hoo!

(Heath) Mum?

- Mighty sun... - Mum!

Bring me the power, shine within me...

and let me do this alone.

(Heath) What are you doing here?

Mum.

You came.

Yeah.

Yeah, I'm here.

You weren't a beautiful baby.

But from your very first breath, you were a beautiful soul.

You are.

I shouldn't have left you.

Yes, you should.

You're free.

You haven't always been.

But you can't look after me forever.

OK, there's something I really have to do.

Do you wanna come with me?

You go. I'll be right behind you.

- Go on. - (sighs)

I'm playing tonight. It's gonna be terrible.

(sighs)

Oh, babe.

Come on, kitten.

# Wanting

# Your mind to change

# Hoping

# Your faith remains

# Believing

# We're strong enough

# Go on and shake it off

# Don't turn away another day

# I've got a feeling it's alright

# Let's start the fire Let's start the day

# Let's start to win And let's start again

# Let's start again

# Let's start again

# Let's start again

# We go round and round in search of something new

# I've wasted so much time denying every truth...

(clears throat)

Can I use your phone?

Uh, yeah.

(dials number)

Mia, listen, it's Leon. I've gotta find Heath.

- Yeah. Yeah, it's me. - Heath, you didn't leave.

Listen, you have to play tonight. You have to.

- OK. - What, seriously?

- You're seriously gonna play? - Yeah, no, I said OK.

Where are you? You're gonna miss your slot.

- Yeah, I'm by the... - Where?

The stars.

What, like the big dipper? How am I gonna find you?

If you put your bloody sunglasses, flippy things up,

then you'll find me, won't you?

I'll find you, man. It doesn't matter.

This is it, brother. We're gonna do this.

You on that sacred stage.

Just you and your guitar...

(sighs)

Cheers.

Thanks.

(sighs)

(clears throat)

Um...

Thank you for bringing me here.

Yeah, well, the way I remember it,

you stole my bike and I was just trying to get it back.

(laughs)

Sorry.

For everything.

So your mum really played here?

Yeah.

Very first one.

You know, I really thought that she could be here.

In some way.

It was stupid.

No, it's not.

And, anyway, you know who is here, eh?

I know. I saw him. I think he's high.

- Sounds absolutely terrifying. - Mm.

- I hope he's alright. - You could try asking him.

He wasn't always such a psycho.

He only stopped acting like a normal human being

when my mum died.

Parents are mental. They are.

Everyone knows that.

But at some point you've gotta talk to them,

'cause you definitely can't outrun them, can you?

(Mia) Whoa.

(Heath laughs)

- She's really beautiful. - So's he.

Look at him. Look at those leggings.

Hey, guys. This is Aisha.

- Hi. - Listen, I am so excited.

- Well, that makes one of us. - Are you playing?

- Yeah, apparently so. - Yeah, you are.

(Mia) It's OK if you're rubbish, as long as you play.

- (Heath) Thanks. - Hello.

Shut the front door.

- You look incredible. - (Leon) Thank you, Natalie.

Hey, guys, we congregate here, as the ancients did...

No, how are you still doing that?

Right, listen, let's just go. Come on.

Well, come on.

(# Future Islands: Seasons (Waiting On You))

Yes!

(laughs)

Oh!

# Seasons change

# And I tried hard just to soften you

# And seasons change

# But I've grown tired of trying to change for you

# 'Cause I've been waiting on you...

So the story goes...

That this is where Kurtz

played his first gig, yeah.

Yeah.

# 'Cause I've been waiting on you

# Ooh, ooh, ooh...

Ta-da!

Well, it's certainly got character, hasn't it?

Yeah, but there's no one here.

Oh, that's not strictly true. There's a zombie over there.

YOLO, brother.

Alright, look at me. Look at me.

Do I have to?

No, you can look where you want, but, listen,

you're gonna kill it, mate, right?

- And I'm gonna introduce you. - What?

- No, you don't have to... - Yes.

Right, what we're here for is a world premiere.

A performance by someone who's very special to me...

and after this will be very special to you.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you...

Wait. Name?

- What's wrong with Heath? - It's a bit shit.

- Brilliant. - OK. Heath! Heath, everyone!

Give it up.

Yeah, whoo. Go, Heath.

(Leon) Team Heath.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck. Sorry. Can I... Give me a minute, please.

OK, OK, everyone, you heard the man. Out.

- Are you serious? - Vamoosh.

- I'll vamoosh you in a minute. - Au revoir. Just...

Just give me some...

When your mum played here...

she was stunning.

I don't wanna forget her voice.

When we get home,

we'll listen to every recording she ever made.

Alright. I'd like that.

But any time you wanna hear your mum's voice,

all you've gotta do is sing.

(Kurtz) When an artist hits the wall,

he has to push his head through it,

and if he doesn't...

he wakes up 12 years later

surrounded by a wall he's built himself

that's too high and too thick to break.

(sighs)

And there is no new material.

If you've got something, let's hear it.

Play it.

Play it.

(Heath plays intro)

Look, Dad, come here.

# It's such a pleasure to touch your skin

# To touch your skin

# It's such a pleasure to touch your heart

# To touch your heart...

(Leon) I'm playing synth. I'm playing synth.

Did you write this?

# A gentle love A gentle love

# A gentle heart A gentle heart

# A gentle love A gentle love

# A gentle heart A gentle heart

# All the things that cause you trouble, cause pain

# Such a pleasure to touch your skin

# To touch your skin

# It's such a pleasure to touch your heart

# And I can hardly wait

# I will wait till you arrive

# To make it to the grave

# And I couldn't have done anything else

# I couldn't have done anything else

# A gentle love A gentle love

# A gentle love A gentle love

# A gentle love A gentle love

# A gentle love A gentle love

# A gentle love A gentle love #

Thanks.

Yo, next year you'll be headlining.

If you set it up.

When am I gonna see you again, bro?

Soon.

- Go with the wind, darling. - (ship's hooter blares)

- (Mia) Hey. - (Heath) Oh, hey.

So, um, you're heading off, then?

Yeah, that's right.

I got you something.

- Really? - Yeah.

Shut your eyes.

Shh.

(Mack laughs)

Whaa!

(# Duke Dumont: I Got U)

# Ask me what I did with my life

# I spent it with you

# If I lose my fame and fortune

# Really don't matter

# As long as I got you, baby

# Ask me what I did with my life

# I spent it with you

# If I lose my fame and fortune

# Really don't matter

# As long as I got you, baby

# Clap your hands Drop so right

# Clap your hands, drop so right

# Clap your hands Drop so right

# As long as I got you, baby

# Clap your hands Drop so right

# Clap your hands, drop so right

# Clap your hands Drop so right

# As long as I got you #

(# It Hugs Back: Happy)

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