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Joe, I'll need for you to come inside now!

Coming.

No, now!

Your father is having one of his turns.

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Next week on Harpers West 1, special guest John Leyton star of Biggles

as you've haven't seen him before,

that's Thursday at 8 o'clock, Harpers West 1.

Hello.

Would sir need any assistance?

I'm the...they are recording my song.

Well, then you'll do. I need to have a word about my ceiling.

I'm sorry, I can't...

I'm the landlady, this is my building.

...help.

Pardon?

I can't help.

This is none of my business, but they have had some very odd types up there,

my Albert won't stand for it, as long as they keep themselves to themselves,

but this takes the biscuit.

What do you make of that?

It's all black and trickily.

Yes.

It's some sort of glue, but they have only been there a fortnight.

Oh! Dear.

I've had some terrible complaints from the neighbors

about the noise of grown men paying city beggars with records,

I could only hope it don't add up to nothing.

Actually, I've already bought two.

You should see the state of it out there,

I'm never going to be able to let it again now,

you're a quiet one aren't you?

Sorry, just a bit.

Sure, how much good for a pop star.

Actually, I am classically trained; Biggles is doing my song.

Biggles?

Off the tele.

Of course he is dear. Come along. Let's find trouble.

Yes, let's let's.

Charles, how many musicians am I paying for, for God's sake?

Oh Major, he'll do.

I've had a disaster in my stock room, can Joe...

Just arrived myself, Violet dear, Joe will be done as soon as he is spotted.

Thank you.

You must crack on woman, crack on.

Yeah, hey yeah, I've got some very nice oxblood belts

and it'll go lovely with them brouges.

Anton, isn't it?

Sorry.

Anton Hollywood pianist.

Yes, well, no.

Yes, well I'm afraid Joe's decision is final,

he doesn't feel you've got what it takes and if you've come for compensation,

you can trot off back to wherever the hell it is you came

No, it's Geoff. Well, not just Geoff, Geoff Goddard.

Oh! The author, tune smith.

Composer.

Composer, yes, of course.

The name Anton Hollywood was Joe's idea, it's not real, it's a stage name,

he thought we'd do a Russ conway with me, it didn't work out.

So, you're Goddard are you, Red Goddard didn't think Hollywood.

No, well, he wouldn't.

Don't slouch young man; upright, shoulders back;

splendid sir, thank you.

In fact, I wanted to thank you for the opportunity really;

this is a very good opportunity.

Very touching...

It's Joe you should thank; he's the one that spotted your talent.

I know Fanny Adams about the tunes.

I just pull the purse strings, I mean plastics.

- Really? - Yes;

my son took me to a record show selling like hot cakes,

what's his name Lonnie Larry, big nose, curly hair, plays the boom.

Donegan, Lonnie Donegan.

That's that chap, expanding markets see,

good business opportunity,

met Joe, thought that's my boy, he knows his Indians.

Anyway, it's him you should thank.

Sorry about that.

Now, that would be the last time anyone uses

that for this morning...

Carry on singing and I'll be back in a minute.

Oh! Hello Geoff, I know what you're thinking,

why are they singing in the toilet?

Well, once I've worked my magic and added some reverb

it will sound more like a, like a cathedral.

- Do you need to go? - No.

it would be embarrassing in front of everyone singing.

Speaking of which, backup singers that is,

I've had a quick look at the figures, are you sure you need them?

Of course we need them.

And an orchestra?

Oh! It's hardly an orchestra.

Two violins and Charles on his mom's old cello.

You alright, Charles?

I've been better.

Harpers West 1 is getting 10 million viewers.

They are all going to hear Geoff's song, it's our first good chance for a hit,

so it can't be shoddy, have you...?

I think we should leave.

Have you read the West 1 scripture?

No.

Well, John plays a pop singer called Johnny Sincere.

Isn't that great name? - Top drop,

and he owns a record department with your song.

Who would have thought, Biggles?

He's Ginger.

Sorry?

Johnny Leyton in Biggles, plays Ginger.

Boy's a big fan.

Oi, you! Noisy bollocks! Get you, cow son!

You woke me up 4 o'clock in the fucking morning!

Geoff, come here.

Excuse me, Charles, ladies, take this speaker,

point it out that window towards the backyards.

All the other windows are soundproofed

and all we got is...

- Drop dead you silly old fucker. - Oh God.

Alright, you can close the window and put the speaker on.

Now, there's a...

Is he coming down?

Have you told her I'm far too busy right now?

Yes, it's best you crack on.

Well done Geoff, I hope we'll be seeing a lot more of you.

He gave you that speech about not slouching, didn't he?

Oh! I'm sorry about Anton Hollywood, Geoff,

you could have been Redding's own Liberace.

That would have been nice.

But the real Liberace

don't make those little piggy grunty noises when he plays, does he?

Really, it's fine.

They're all good to record around, ugly to watch; shame.

You're a wonderful musician, lovely looking boy.

Well, I'm sure this one would sound wonderful.

I wanted to thank you.

No need to thank me Geoff, it's a good tune.

You did such a wonderful job with Lonnie Donegan.

Well, the royalties from those tunes help set this place up.

And so you will get some royalties from your little tune.

Well, that would be nice.

I know it's a little impractical with the stairs and the traffic,

Yeah, it's got a very strong energy.

Yes.

I was going to say that.

Hmm...

Come on, granddad, keep your hair on.

May I ask, I don't mean to be rude,

there's something unusual I heard about you.

go on, I won't bite.

About you and Buddy Holly;

about his death, your prediction.

Well, it came to me, a message, a warning for Buddy.

Tragedy, a great loss.

I gave him a note backstage.

I warned him, I, I, I told him the date,

If he only had listened.

Do you still try to communicate?

When I have time, perhaps you'd like to join me.

I would love to.

Oh, here comes the cavalry.

You selfish skinny.

Fuck me, those bastard stairs.

I've done my sodding back in.

You can shut your cakehole, I gotta bring the rest of the kit up, yet.

It's not the kit, that's the effort, It's having to lug that fat arse.

You wanna watch your mouth.

You wanna watch your diet.

You wanna fuck right off?

Ladies and gentlemen, Flannigan and Earn.

Oi, Joe, it's pissing down out there.

Really.

Has anybody got a towel? I'm drenched here.

I'm going to have a crack.

I'll bring the towel back down with me.

No you won't.

I have a girl singing back in up there,

it's vital for her signing that she is able to breathe in.

Ha ha, who's got the arse now?

Just nearly shat myself.

Oh! You do that again I'll find something to plug the hole with.

This is the band; well, they like and look to make up for in charm.

I've warned you about those ridiculous costumes now.

Oh good God, what is that?

It's like a rotting trout.

Oh! Come here, take those off right now.

Good Lord.

- Excuse me. - And you are...

Singing.

Of course.

Sorry about that.

Last time I got pissed on in this get-up me nipples and armpits went all black.

You are a...

Joe, I thought we discussed this.

Hush, hush.

It took a week to get the stains off; carbolic, I had to use.

Why...why don't you use an umbrella?

Because cowboys didn't have umbrellas.

No, and I bet they didn't have black armpits either.

Take off those ridiculous cowboy suits.

They look wonderful.

I will not pay another fine for those stupid antics.

Marvelous publicity.

There is nothing marvelous about getting your collar felt.

No one felt your collar.

Well, now they'll all get black fingers in there.

I don't see how a brush with the law can be bad

press for a band called The Outlaws, can it, Geoff?

I don't know what anyone is talking about or who anyone is.

Oh! Really Joe, Geoffrey, Billy Ku, Mr. Clem Cattini.

And this smelly bastard is Chas Hodges.

The Outlaws; this is Geoff, he wrote the song.

Hope you like it.

Oh, it's your song, lovely.

Thank you.

So, you're not really cowboys?

No.

You want to watch him, He'll have you on top of a 19 bus

with your pants round your ankles if he thinks it'll shift a few records.

Would he?

Is that entirely necessary?

You know last month when we released Swing Lowas a single,

Joe had us all in the clobber on a fucking stagecoach,

driving round Piccadilly blasting out the tune.

Then he turns around and says, I know,

why don't we stick out the HMV and nick our own record?

We burst in, these two cowards fuck off.

I'm left there with a cap-gun up the counter girl's

hooter like I'm the Lone Wanker.

Marvelous press.

Yeah, well guess what.

They've even heard of us.

I had to play the bloody record to the desk sergeant to keep you out of prison.

Now, all of you, change out of these outfits immediately.

Joe.

Joe, look, how are you boys?

Good afternoon, Mrs. Shenton.

Oh! Lovely shoes, don't you look smart?

Thanks.

And you're all wet.

You should have used a brolly.

Cowboys didn't have brollies.

Now, look, I know you're busy, but I've got a bone to pick with you and you.

What have you done to my windows?

Oh, come.

My stockroom ceiling is all black and trickily

and Mr. Brolin is downstairs in his pajamas; and he says you swore at him.

Well, he started it.

Pardon?

He yelled at me and I yelled back.

And I can't repeat in front of these young boys

the type of filthy language he was using.

Oh, and that's what a recording studio is for is it?

Give you a chance to play silly buggers and scare my neighbors?

He's never so upset.

He works shifts.

Yes, I will now.

Shut up!

I'm thinking he shouldn't dish it out.

Yeah, well what about my ceiling.

Yes, well that's why your ceiling is all black and trickily,

because I poured a tin of liquid rubber

down through the floorboards; for soundproofing.

Soundproofing, you see, it's all for the greater good.

Oh, well, it gave me such a stir.

It's all gone runny and there's flies sticking to it.

Well, don't fret, Violet dear,

we'll have someone pop around and rub that rubber off.

Yeah, but it will have to be later on.

I do have a major television starring John Leyton.

It's coming around any second now.

As you can see, I'm rushed off my feet.

Oh, Biggles.

Well, now I understand.

Sorry, I thought you were a bit soft.

Oh! I'd love to meet him.

Well, you've got all the big stars passing through you now, Violet.

Tell you what, why don't you pop downstairs and make a nice pot of tea.

The Major can introduce you when he gets here.

Yes, and I'll tell him you're sorry.

Who?

Mr. Brolin, your neighbor.

Tell him what you like.

Tell him to stuff his big lid...

Yes, splendid a pot of tea. After you, Violet.

All right Fred. Pick us up at about three.

Are you sure, sir?

Uh, no offence sir,

it seems like the right shithole.

Yeah.

Let's make it our first one.

Coming through, boys.

Nearly there.

Now, I want to set up the mic stand sirs,

so I want to be ready to go when I get back.

He's fucking Barbie.

You're playing the old Joanna.

Yes.

Is it in tune?

Doubt it.

Listen here.

Don't go in there, you'll go doolally.

Why?

He's bonkers.

Because it's full of our Joe's secret magic echo doodads.

He's a loon.

No, no, he's not mad; he is one of your eccentrics,

with his gadgets and witchcraft.

He's harmless enough.

Load of bollocks.

Yes, but he did predict the date.

February 3rd, the day of Buddy Holly's tragic accident and warned him.

Yeah, he's a proper Nostrafuckingdamus.

Right date, wrong year.

Fucking loon.

A load of bollocks.

Well, it is easy to mock.

There are many things we do not understand,

not on this plane.

My involvement in spiritualism is quite serious.

I've been attending a weekly psychic circle for some months now

in the hopes of becoming a medium.

In fact, the song we are recording today

came to me from the other side.

From beyond.

Fucking hell.

Here, you're studying to be a medium, Clem's studying to be a large.

Someone's a large something.

Are we in tube and ready? Johnny is downstairs

being talked out by Mrs. Shenton.

And people forget that you're an actor, and a trained actor, you know.

And I was at drama school for three years

and I could play all sorts of, you know...

and like I was playing a cockney.

Ah! Really?

Yeah.

Right, I want to do a sound take.

So, a bit noise made room for level.

Alright.

Alright, great.

I want that moved over there and no one touch the mics.

Right, well you heard the man.

Biggles is arriving at 0500 hours.

Chocks away, what what.

And you can get that out of your systems for a start

because I'm having none of that.

Roger, roger we want that.

I fucking mean it.

Tone deaf actors, midgets, bodybuilders,

they're fucking pantomime.

What next, singing fucking postman?

Will you shut your moaning, you wet bastard; you're being paid, ain't ya?

Hi guys! John Leyton, you must be the band.

Sharp as a pin.

Hello, John, lovely jacket.

Thank Joe, glad you like it.

You know I've been wearing this thing so much lately

I just don't feel dressed without it.

Yeah, well where did you leave your goggles?

Right, very funny.

This is Geoff, he wrote the song.

Rocking tune, Geoff.

Where did you park your plane?

The same place you parked your horsy, partner.

No offense.

Me and the boys have been rehearsing all afternoon.

Oh, the backend singer, you alright?

I'm fine, thank you.

So, what I'd like to do is I'd like to go straight for one more levels.

So, John, you're over here.

Yeah, cool.

Oh! Joe yeah, yeah; not my business,

but those instruments I passed downstairs, the cello and the violins,

I don't think you're going to be able to hear them up here.

There's microphones down there, John, that's what they do.

Really?

Mmm.

Great.

Thank you.

Joe, I want to go straight for one more level.

Okay.

Clem, count us in, I'll be in my den.

We'll see what it sounds like.

Okay.

Buddy, buddy, buddy.

Will Johnny remember me being here?

O-N-E.

Number one.

*Johnny, remember me.

*Yes, I always remember

*till the day I die I'll hear her cry*

*Johnny, remember me

*Well, some day I guess I'll find myself another little girl*

*To take the place of my true love*

*But as long as I live I know I'll hear her*

*singing in the sighing of the wind blowin' in the tree tops*

*way above me

*Johnny, remember.

You come back here again I'll cut your buttocks off!

and don't forget your amp!

You avaricious pig!

All I did was ask my money.

You're fucking mad.

Sorry about that.

Now, where were we?

Well, I was thinking something like this.

The piano is sounding a bit odd, it's strange.

I put some drawing pins in on the hammers.

It adds a bit of sparkle.

Umm.

Sparkle, that's wonderfully clever.

See, Why 1 is a sort of Tornados theme tune.

So they can have to run solemn slot before Billy Fury comes on.

Sort of like the Shadows' half of Apache before Cliff.

Does it have to sound Red Indian?

No, not really.

Have a go on that.

It's a... clavioline,

it only plays one note at a time,

but it might be good for the main theme.

Oh, I like it.

That sounds odd, aloof.

I like that word, aloof.

Don't worry, it will come to us.

Hello, Audrey.

I have Jimmy.

Oh! Yeah it's me put him on.

Joe, Larry;

Joe, I know how much you would love to recall Billy Fury

and we've considered your offer,

but unfortunately we won't be recording with you.

Why is that?

Nothing personal Joe, trust me;

listen, your boys, The Tornados they're doing a great job

backing Billy on the tour, they are ace.

No, it is just that we have our own recording arrangements.

Not good enough for him?

Joe, Joe, please let's keep this professional.

We have had a number one.

Yes, Joe you did.

And I look after a dozen boys, any one of which can do what your boy does.

Oh, really? Well, good luck to them.

Upstairs. It's on the latch.

Listen Joe, let me tell you something.

You may manage the tour.

You may manage The Tornados, but you do not manage Billy Fury.

And I don't see Billy Fury recording in your toilet.

God.

Can I help you?

Who are you?

I'm Heinz.

I met Cliff Bennett backstage at the Palace Ballroom in Southampton.

He said I should come and see you like, you know, for an audition.

He said, he'd have a word, like, you know,

he said to put in a word in for me.

He said if I used his name it would be alright.

I could just turn up unexpected,

you know, no appointment.

Did he?

That's nice of him.

Yeah.

So, where did you say you were from?

Near Southampton.

And what is it that you do?

Bacon slicer.

Really, how useful?

Oh! Sorry, you meant, you know.

I sing and I play a bit of bass.

Tell you what, why don't you pop to the shops and get me a jar of coffee?

Instant, right?

Joe, I really think I found a nice little melody.

Here's 10 dollar.

Get me a couple of packs of Preludin,.

Right. What's that?

Preludin, you get it in the chemist.

It's slimming tablets.

Um-huh. You on a diet?

No.

I'm just going to be very busy, that's all.

Pop back in an hour and I'll see if I can fit you in.

Right. Ta. Great. Hour.

Lady-prin.

Preludin.

He's eager, isn't he?

I can't say I noticed.

Right; back to work.

From a ground station nestled in the mountains at Andover, Maine

a signal is sent to speeding satellite.

An historic feet that could reshape man's future.

That satellite, of course, is the Telstar,

a 170 pound of complex electronic equipment

that receives signals beamed from earth, magnifies them 10 billion times,

and rebroadcast them back to earth.

If you were with us earlier this evening you will know what this is.

It is the near miracle satellite, now in orbiting space,

which we hope in just one hour from now on this very program

is going to transmit to us

the first ever live public television pictures

from the United States of America.

I can see from where I'm sitting.

Let's go over live to Goonhilly in Cornwall.

Thank you Richard.

There is an unmistakable image.

That's a man's face.

That is the first live television picture across the Atlantic.

What does the future hold?

Scientists visualize a belt of Telstars encircling the globe

in such a manner that transmission will be continuous around the world.

Both sides have Telstar

photographic complication miracle Telstars.

I can't possibly play guitar to this.

God damnit, I've never heard the like.

Well, he can't play any instruments, can he?

So he has to hum those fucking tapes.

Clem, I don't want it on the ride, I wanted on the high hats.

I'm on the high hats.

Then play it closed.

I played it closed.

Then play it better.

Oh! Well okay then.

Right, well fucking get on with it then.

You...

Twang, twang, twang, twang.

Pardon?

Twang, twang, twang.

Sir, we've got to be in Great Yarmouth by 6.

By roads we should be off inside an hour.

Twang, twang, twang.

Right. That's it, that's it, you play that.

You play what you always fucking play.

It's not right, stop, stop, stop.

I want 8 bars of that, twice.

We've never had this trouble with John kid.

I'll bet.

I never recorded over a handbag shop.

Yes, it's unusual isn't it?

I always used to have to wear a suit to the studio.

Move it in.

Get on with it.

Sorry mate, no cue light.

Tom, what you doing? - Drumming.

Boom titty, boom titty, boom titty, boom.

Look, no hands.

Joe, can I have a word?

I'm recording.

Joe, you come and look at this.

Carry on then.

- Joe. - Oh! Fuck on then.

Joe.

Alright, keep practicing, I'll be back in a minute.

Joe, we ain't got the time.

I don't want to piss Larry off.

Well, fuck Larry Pines and fuck Billy Fury.

This is my tour, you are my band

and you will stay shut there until I say.

He only started The Tornado,

so he could try and lure Billy Fury into his car seat.

We never had any of this with The Pirates.

You should always have more than one string to your bow,

Patrick. Duck, keep it.

Thank you, sir.

These ducks are cheap.

Not like these tapes, what does he want more for?

I don't know sir, recording?

Hello boys, how is the noise?

Alright. - Hello matey.

I'll be off soon.

Allegedly.

Well, about an hour we hope.

Well, what do you think of the whistle then?

Very smart.

They just left it in my room.

Don't know about that tie, though.

What about it?

Don't know, it's just a bit... you know.

Ain't it, Alan?

What? The tie.

Oh, yeah.

What's wrong with it?

- Nothing, it's fine. - It's fine.

No, you're right.

It is a bit... I'll just go upstairs and change it.

Suit yourself.

Andy's living upstairs?

Yeah.

See fucking Andy.

Somebody's a boxer frog.

I don't mind if he could play.

He plays bass like he was wearing boxing gloves.

It's when the valves short out it picks up the guitar amp.

Sorry to bother you, I was listening to The Navy Lark.

And you went funny and fuzzy and then crrrggghhh like that.

And then a high pitched weee sound.

I couldn't believe my ears.

Then all went quiet and then suddenly all hell let loose...

Thought, that's not John Pertwee.

Right. Well, I will have it signed and clear, Violet.

Thank you.

Afternoon, Joe.

Oh look, it's Father bloody Christmas.

- Ponce. - Who?

Change me tie.

I mean... since Wednesday,

I can't remember the last time I changed my pants.

Look out the stoned.

Patrick, put those tapes in the office and put the catalogue.

Joe, those tapes not to be trifled with, they're expensive.

I'm not to be trifled with, Major.

Begging for tapes is not what number one record producers do.

It will take a while for the revenue from your hits to actually appear.

What am I supposed to do in the meantime, play conkers with the boys?

No, of course not,

but come along Joe I want to expand but one step at a time.

You've got Patrick now as a full-time office assistant.

Oh well, what he fucking do Mr. Rockefeller?

Joe, Joe there is a...

sorry Major sir, there is a phone call for you.

- It's Brian Epstein... - Shit.

- about the demos he sent you. - Yeah, yeah, yeah;

he's got this Mersey Beat combo, The Rubbish.

Right you bastards, I'll be back in five minutes,

keep practicing; you, don't go in there.

Major, can I have a word?

Sir, we got to be Great Yarmouth by 6.

If we don't head off now, we're buggered.

That is up to Joe.

I ain't seen daylight for two days.

Well, believe me, it hasn't changed much.

He's got this track that don't make any sense and I was banging on about it

till we missed the Billy Fury gig, it's not rational behavior.

He has been terribly moody.

And after what happen to Billy - Greedy little bastard,

no one gets royalties; you're all on session fees, 7 pounds, 6 shillings.

Does that include being attacked with a pair of scissors and

falling down a flight of stairs?

Well, I would have chucked him out the nearest window.

He could have killed him.

How do you think Alan feels, he's Billy's replacement,

fuck knows what will happen to him.

Oh, cheers. - Or any of us.

Well, except blonde rinse upstairs, which is another thing,

he's treated like a Presley and fucking clueless.

He don't know a flat from an F.

Are you quite finished?

Yeah.

Then let me remind you that Joe is your recording manager,

and as such he will decide when he records and with whom.

And I should think, Clem, that you could afford yourself

a little faith in his judgment.

This whole Mersey Beat thing, it's a fad.

But good luck with the demo.

Oh, and please send my love to the boys, Bye now.

Latent has buggered off to Hollywood and Joe is still searching for the next hit,

not just for himself, but for all of us.

So when you're down in the pub or playing darts

or whatever it is you boys do, Joe is working,

constantly working.

The boy is a genius.

So, if your feelings are hurt it is of very little consequence to me.

Do I make myself clear?

Yes.

Good. Carry on then.

Patrick, if in another minute he calls back, tell him I'm busy.

Anything to report?

Poor Brian, he's a lovely man, but he don't have the clue what the kids want.

Patrick.

Well, I'll just be leaving it to you then,

- just thought I pop around. - And spy?

I just wanted to see where all those tapes are going.

Oh surprise, surprise I'm recording with it.

Well, of course you are, good bye.

Joe.

Call Jeff, tell him to get in a cab, I need him here.

- Yes, chief. - Oh!

And have you got any of my sweeties,

I'm going to finish this track if it kills me.

You should get some sleep.

Take these.

Take the money out, I'll pay you cash.

I did, you said that yesterday.

Oh, you are good.

It's nice to have someone I can trust.

Coffee? - Oh! Lovely.

Alright you buggers, let's hear where you're at.

Oh, don't start that again, boom titty, boom, twang, twang, twang.

Alright, that's it stop. Alan, just stop.

Are you sure?

Yeah.

Why have you stopped?

What the fuck was that silly noise?

Well, that's just for the intro.

It's bollocks.

- Why don't you play it? - We're going to Yarmouth.

What?

You've still got the piano wherever the fuck part is to put down yet.

For your information, Geoff is on his way to play the keyboard.

Geoff, that daft prats.

How dare you?

All that song from beyond the great bollocks is embarrassing.

But, I'm just being true.

Yeah, well, I'll tell you what is true, as our new dep for this band,

I am truly calling this recording session to an end.

I'm sorry, Joe. I'm not letting everyone copy

just because you've got some silly bollocks idea

that sounds like a lump of dog shit.

- Oi, gormless, we're going. - What?

You're an ungrateful bastard.

Go on then fuck off you fat bitch and you, you communist cunt.

Sorry strictly speaking...you're not the

Fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, fuck off, fuck off.

Oh you got your new suite?

Yeah, do you like it?

It's lovely.

Yeah, really

I like that tie, that's a nice touch.

You must bring an umbrella, it might rain; you much watch your hair.

Alright, mom.

Well, you're right.

I don't want to get me a fluffy.

Yeah, alright, then. See you.

Bye.

Bye, guy. Gotta fly.

Don't he look stunning?

Very smart.

Geoff is on his way.

Good.

Joe, there is a storm brewing.

Good omen,

going to rain.

Joe.

Joe.

Joe.

Geoff, it came to me in a dream.

What?

The solo slot before Billy Fury comes on.

Those ungrateful Tornado bastards, they just don't understand.

I do.

Joe, it's raining, there's a storm.

Just like when we recorded Johnny.

Good omen.

So, what's the track called?

The theme of Telstar.

Ooh.

What is a Telstar, I've heard of that?

It's a satellite, a miracle of science.

It picks up invisible rays from the other side of the world then

it beams them back to earth.

Like the ether - Yes like the ether but

it's science.

It's a great show.

We lift off.

then we go up to space.

That's it. Then we hover.

Then we look down at Earth at all the humans.

What about...?

That's what humans would sound like.

I like that.

Play it again,

That's it. Do you want to hear the demo?

No.

Ladies and gentlemen, The Tornados.

I've got to be in this picture for a reason, yeah,

it's because you see I front the band, right,

that means that all the responsibility is on me.

I understand that part of today's press conference is

being relayed by the Telstar communication satellite.

Suppose you'll be moving out now.

Onwards and upwards.

God only knows how I'm to let that place again.

Well, I don't think I'll be going anywhere just yet.

The truth is I've made a lot of money here.

Your very own gold disk Joe, congratulations.

I've got me the best band in the world.

It gives me great pleasure in presenting this unprecedented

second gold disk to song writer and producer Mr. Joe Meek,

2 million copies.

And the winner of the 1963 Ivor Novello Award is, of course,

the writer and producer of Telstar, Mr. Joe Meek.

I would like to say a very special thank you to a very special person.

Some of you may know her but I doubt it.

I know her as mom.

Thank you, mom.

Merry Christmas guys and gals.

That was the Billboard Chart this Christmas

and here is the nation's Holiday Number 1,

topping the US Charts for the first time ever, it's a British band.

Telegram for you, Mr. Meek.

Thank you, sir.

Ladies and gentlemen, thank you.

...For our record breaking number one, Telstar.

And here's your other Tornado, the one and only, Mr. Billy Fury.

Kill them kid. kill em.

Play it cool baby, play it cool

Here we come.

Woo.

Yeah.

Telstar.

Oh, yes.

Larry.

You know, when I was a little boy back in Gloucestershire,

I had a terrible accident with some phosphorus.

Some being left by the local home guard

and I discovered that if you put some on your hands and clap

there would be a little puff of smoke.

Of course, I thought I had discovered something wonderful.

So, I put a small lump on my palm and I clapped ever so hard

and there was this tremendous explosion

which knocked me off my little feet.

When I got back up I discovered that my hands were terribly burnt.

The phosphorus was still burning,

it kept burning all the way on.

I told my dad

who was a veteran of the First World

War, and put both my hands in a burning milk.

By then my hands had been terribly burnt, so I was rushed to the hospital

and the doctors told me

that I would never be able to move my hands again.

Nothing wrong with your hands.

That's because there was one doctor,

a very special man.

Yeah, they're very clever those doctors.

Yeah, they were miracles.

But this one doctor, this one special man,

he saw there was a spark in this little boy.

He made a commitment to me because of that spark,

and I was committed to him.

These aren't the hands of a bass player.

Right, who were you?

John Peel from The Musical Express.

Good. Well, I'm very busy, can't be long.

What do you say to people who accuse Telstar as being burned out?

It sold three million.

What other artists do you supervise?

Well, I look after the Screaming Lord Sutch.

He's touring the country at the moment.

He is a very, very colorful, very popular.

And there is Cliff Bennett and Mike Berry

and the newest one is Heinz.

He's just cut his first solo just since he left The Tornados.

He will be the biggest star in the country within the year,

bigger than Cliff Richard and much bigger than that drunken streak of piss

Billy fucking Fury.

Oh! One to watch out for then.

Who are your favorite artists?

I like modern jazz, Ella, and I love Julie Garland.

Did you get my gold disc in the back?

And what is your future?

I would like to write a musical.

Joe, I thought the house was on fire.

- That's disgusting. - And cut.

You never said you were gonna squirt nothing on me.

Who's gonna to pay for it to be cleaned?

What's he filming anyway?

I am making a little film to promote my artists.

You don't even got any instruments, you're a bunch of idiot.

Go fuck off then.

Well, the stunts keeps getting better and better.

I know the local press.

Now, look I have been reading a book on psychology

and people follow arrows, you just can't help them.

Yeah.

So, what if we were paint arrows on and all the roads

and buildings around Piccadilly Circus, all pointing towards the shop.

A shop.

The shop where the record would be for sale

and Screaming Lord Sutch would be performing.

A gig in a shop, well I think it's fucking ridiculous.

I'll won't do it. - thanks for the reminder.

You fucking spivvy toerag.

Tosser. All down my suit.

I'd like to see you afford a suit like this, yeah.

You cheap arsehole, smiling now...

Oi, oi, oi, light bulb!

How many watts is a head?

How do you know ain't that right?

Play the song, cheer up.

What do you mean Gene?

Well, like, you know.

They promised Gene and Jerry Lee,

they were hard like you know.

You've gotta win them over.

I can't.

Every time I walk on stage they called me a poof.

It's because of the hair. And the suits.

Yeah, after the songs.

Yeah.

It gets worse.

I saw my home in Southampton.

And I'll do what you said about looking at a nice girl

in the crowd for Dreams Come True, like Gene does and Be-Bop-A-Lula

only like it was some bloke's bird and he decides to come

and get me at stage door, my mom overheard.

It was only her tip off what saved me like,

she was a lot more scared than I was, of course.

Well, she would be, poor love.

Joe, sometimes I look at these two stars

and I can't believe I'm playing with them.

In other times, I wish I didn't have to.

Oh! You don't mean that.

No, they don't like me.

I mean what if...people,

what if they just don't like me?

Confidence, that's all you need.

Here, you are on tour with two rock and roll greats,

because you've got talent.

I'm not wrong about that.

Now, I was going to keep this as a surprise,

but just to help your confidence I'm going to tell you now,

I have got two, maybe three,

TV slots lined up for you when your record comes out.

- You're joking. - No.

I'm going to be on the tele.

Yeah.

Bloody Mary!

No, I hope you've been watching those two and learning something,

because pretty soon you're going to be in

everyone's front room and you better be ready for that my lad!

Now, that's Marty Wilde.

See the way he does it?

That's what you want to be doing.

See the way he twitches his head? That's pure rock n' roll.

That was breathtaking, you carry on like that,

forget Gene and Jerry, you'll be bigger than Presley.

- Silly. - And I'm working on a big hit for you;

your very own Telstar, because you're going to be a big star.

You're my golden boy.

I think I've learned to like this one, it's a much stronger aura.

Excuse me, miss.

What a pretty ranch you have here.

I'm Gene Vincent, you may heard me on your wireless.

I'm traveling with my band here, and I wonder if we might use of your

splendid looking water closet?

He means khazi.

Yeah, I gotta go first,

I'm poking a hole through my trousers.

Here comes bean boy.

He'll be here in there half an hour, he's gonna stink the place out.

I only wanted a slash.

Hey, boys. Watch this.

Oi, gormless.

They've gone without you.

What?

Have that! Do you like that?

You want some coffee, Gene?

No, thanks kid, that was tough.

Every bloody time.

It's not funny.

You ruined my coffee.

You wanker.

Excuse me, love. You got any more eggs?

Fucking hot.

Oh my God.

Fucking bastards.

I have Tom downstairs, I think you will like him,

he has a very distinctive voice, and he's very striking.

Oh, really now?

Sorry.

You let - Sorry.

Shall I bring him up?

Who?

Tom the lad from Whales I just told you about.

No send him home, I'm busy.

He's come such a long way.

Then he'll know the way back won't he?

I'm running a business Geoff, not a dating agency.

I don't think it would upset you.

Hasn't upset me, I'm just busy.

Suppose I could have brought him to seance this evening.

Yes, the sounds. Listen, Geoff I'm going to Wolverhampton's now for Heinz's gig.

and Heinz is going to be driving me,

but speaking of Heinz how is our new big hit for him, how is that coming on?

I've got some ideas.

I thought perhaps another tribute song

but not Buddy Holly this time maybe Eddie Cochran.

When can I hear it?

I have not it started it yet.

But I have got you something.

Geoff we're supposed to be working.

It's our anniversary.

Pardon.

We've been writing together for 18 months, it's yesterday that I realized.

Not even engraved.

No, I only realized yesterday, I didn't have time.

Men,

I hold in my hand a piece of paper.

Unlike Mr. Chamberlain's, this is a summons

to appear in the Chippenham Magistrates Court.

Do we get top billing?

We could all do without your vulgar and musical talents

Mr. Hodges.

So dreadful clerical mistake

or am I owed some sort of explanation?

It was his idea.

Don't you fucking snitch me.

The court is now in session Judge Whitnall residing.

All stand.

Don't get off board stuck in the back of a van.

Well, perhaps a book would have been less destructive.

- Read that. - Sorry.

Sat there in the van, reading.

It's like ignoring your mates.

A unique sociological observation but a rather feeble excuse, Mr. Blackmore.

The Court call, Mr. Richard Miles Should we receive a hefty fine,

it should be met by your wages, were I on the bench I'd have you all flogged.

Please take the Bible in your right hand and read from the card.

You stop this silly game.

Vincent.

Gene Vincent! For God's sake don't mention him when you get up there.

Lightbulb. Fucking lightbulb.

Watt?

Is that a fucking joke?

You do not take the piss out of my top act.

I'm really sorry but just stay on my side.

I'll make a few jokes and no pun intended,

defuse the situation, Look, I'd rather risk a slap from Mr. Osram.

than a face full of stitches.

All right, I've got a joke to you.

What do you get if you cross Joe Meek?

Fired.

Fair enough, won't happen again.

Dear God

Gene Vincent was in an uninsured van attacking the residents of Shrewsbury.

It's not our job to get insurance.

We're the fucking passengers!

Silence in court.

Well, if you weren't so tight fisted I wouldn't have to penny pinch

and the van would have been insured.

Well, that of course is of no help.

And while we're on the subject of fiduciary matters,

I am somewhat concerned about the amount being spent on Heinz,

photo shoots and posters and clothes, That boy

is the only one of you pigs that don't want anything from me.

Tape sir.

Thought it might be important.

Patrick, find him, it's bloody important.

I don't care what he is doing.

This is bollocks.

No, this is serious.

This French composer bloke

he is claiming Telstar was stolen from his film score.

I have never even heard of this French bastard Bernard.

Thanks, Joe.

Mom is the word.

I have just won the Ivor Novello Award.

Going back to bed.

I'm sorry, Joe, The major says that, that is quite severe,

you are being sued.

Why don't you step outside?

And you the fat boy throwing his shirt in there, sounds like it.

I thought you were all right.

If he say one word to me on stage or offstage again,

you're off the tour, go ahead.

Well, laughing boy sounded all right, how did it go?

You took the take the toss, fuck off.

What's your game then?

Oh! Oh! Lighten up, what's the matter with you?

- I saw you niggling my act - Do what?

You know what I'm talking about, standing on top of the piano,

that's my act, get your own rocking moves.

You dozy prat, we've all nicked our fucking act,

it's Presley's act, we've all nicked it.

Sorry, ladies, the gentleman was just leaving.

He what?

Allow me to rephrase.

This tone deaf peroxide Nancy boy ponce was just on his way

out of the door!

Get your fucking hands off me.

You know know who I am?

Go on, Jess, Hit him. Go on, Jess.

I'll show you some fucking moves.

You bit my nose off, you are out of the tour, as of now,

and you will never record with Joe Meek again!

Hey, you heard what he said, fuck off.

fuck off and take these two slags with you, What about my whistles?

Don't worry about that. Fuck off!

Ladies and gentlemen, see you.

See you.

Bye, bye. Good night.

Well, that was really clever. We know about that.

Oh look, they are noisy.

Robert George Meek you will appear at 9 a.m.,

at Highgate Magistrates on charges of importuning, sir.

If you do not have counsel we will appoint counsel for you.

Thank you for a wonderful evening.

Bislington police station.

They are in the papers.

What about my poor mother?

And what about home?

Is Geoff on the phone?

He can't make it either, he is taking his mom to the doctors.

We got to clear out then, that's good.

I have put some toast on. Do you want tea?

Coffee it is.

It's paranoia.

He is just being careful.

He is just being mental.

No one is spying on, it's all in his head.

My ideas somehow ended up in the boilers?

You think someone is stealing tapes?

Or worse.

And that pledging allegiance bollocks it's all being in a fucking Scouts.

Arcala Meek.

No, that's the Cubs. Joe would be Skip.

My point is no one is bugging the place.

All right.

It's just making everyone else as paranoid as he is.

How should I know, you could be throwing us off the scent, you could be the spy.

I'll fucking ask you.

I'm not saying you are, I'm just saying you could be.

He thinks we are talking about him behind his back.

Yeah.

I could hear you talking and I don't want you to.

Sorry, Joe Alright.

One, two, three and then drop.

Oh, bollocks.

Why are we doing this, Novelty Records always get to number one, don't they.

Yeah, well I ain't a novelty musician.

it's just trying to get us another hit so we can all get paid.

Well, some of us are doing all right aren't they, what about the last hit?

Mr Blonde Rinse with his Eddie business and that was months ago.

Top ten, number five, mate.

There was no way that that record made the money that Joe spent on him, no way.

And I'm not just talking about publicity, He's got a fucking boat.

I mean Adam Faith hasn't got a boat.

Here's me, my arse hanging out of my trousers,

and he's poncing about on a boat.

So what's your point?

My point is, if that's where all the money is going

there is little chance of us getting paid, is there?

Especially not dropping marbles in a fucking khazi.

We are ready for another take.

It's your turn to fish them out.

Don't panic, Napoleon, I'm just looking for my fags.

Look, there. Woodbines.

Woodbines in a bass drum.

For fuck's sake.

In a bass drum.

Yeah, I've been poking around your echoes and stealing your tapes,

and living out in a big fucking house, with Phil fucking Spector.

Why?

Clem, why?

You are going mad.

Can't you see what you are doing, you are ruining this for all of us,

get out you fucking Judas.

You tone deaf mad old bastard.

Go on, then. Fuck off!

You see if you can get a gig once I've put the word out on you.

I already am mate, I am doing this new band

The Kinks on Wednesday, they are really fucking good.

The Kinks my ass.

Go and fuck off and play with those nobodies.

I'm sorry it's the neighbors.

I think you'll find if you arrive at any hotel with this,

you'll be treated with great care and courtesy.

Going into - Hey.

You're all right.

Going in there.

And of course underneath there is space for all your essentials and intimates.

I'm sorry. My mum was having her bad toe off.

I pledge allegiance to Joe and everyone that works here.

Are we recording?

Snake skin bag at a specially reduced

Brenda, I mean Miss Murphy, we're going to try elsewhere.

But I - Good day.

But you promised me a snake skin;

otherwise I never would have let you do that.

Shut up, shush.

Where is Joe?

- I'm afraid Joe doesn't - Oh and where is he?

Oh, I'm sorry, sorry right everyone I think I've got everything I need,

go and get a cup of tea go on.

Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you,

Well, done boys you've written.

Yes, thanks, Joe.

See you in the charts.

Alan, vino before the opera.

Oh, five thirty.

Honestly Joe, you just frightened off two of my customers.

Oh, it's just the chorus.

I don't care what it was.

This spot has always been good for passing trade,

we've got a lovely gold leaf polished window,

since that thing in the papers.

Business is slow and there is no polite way of putting this Joe,

you are over a month in arrears with the rent.

Really, that's the Major's department, and

the man is a crook, and I'm sorry to be harsh, but there it is.

Really?

I'll see what I can do about the rent

and I'll see if can do something about those rough boys.

I don't see how?

They have been sent by the other record companies to try and put me off;

they know I'm going to have another big hit soon, you see.

Really, Joe?

It was they who engineered the horrible court case against me,

I would never do a thing like that.

How many of those boys do you recognize from around here?

Here is your tea.

Oh, Patrick.

You're very kind, thank you.

You raped my brother he was only 16, I'll go to the pigs

and tell him about a scum like you, we know where you lived.

Of course he knows where I live he sent me a letter, big.

Another one.

A photo...

Of you in Hampstead Heath.

Does Biddy know?

He's done his homework, send him a fiver in that.

We have returned invoices from the Major.

Wants to see a breakdown of expenses spent on Heinz...

Tight fisted pig.

Particularly boat.

It's an asset, its good press, no one has got a

boat, not even Adam Faith has got boat,

send him those photos of Heinz fishing.

Oh, I don't know about that,

we've returned the invoice for the photo session I'll call him later on that.

Hope you rot in hell;

I hope you see your loved one scream in agonizing pain.

It's a bit strong, what do they want?

Nothing, it's from the neighbors.

Yeah, what I may have a new backer.

Really?

And as soon as my royalties from Telstar arrive I will buy you out completely.

I see.

I'm very sorry to hear that, Joe.

I genuinely like you and I'm going to give you a piece of advice.

Spreading yourself so thin before you're really established is more than a risk,

it is, to be frank, simple bloody minded stupidity.

Don't you dare talk to me like that.

I am not one of your lackeys.

I'm talking to you as a friend, Joe, you're a terrible businessman,

I dread to think what will happen to you if no one is watching the purse strings.

Don't you talk to me about business.

My band is number one in America

and you can't get the them at the Billy Fury concert to tour there.

Where was your business acumen then?

Joe, I'm your partner, not your boss.

Unfortunately, you had everything to do with that contract

you signed it, I did not.

So until your mystery backup crops up or your royalties arrive

we shall remain partners that is what my business acumen tells me.

Good day.

All right. How are you doing, mate?

Hello, Geoff.

Where is everyone else?

Oh, it's just you and Joe today, he's up top.

There's been a lot of criticism of late, people have been saying that RGM

has been sounding old fashioned

and maybe it's because of your classical training or maybe you've been

spending too much time in your psychic studies, but the point is

you've been letting the side slip and I can't allow it to happen anymore.

Am I...Joe, are you firing me.

Well, you can't write songs if you're not here.

Got scared, those boys downstairs.

I'm not from London, they sensed that.

Friend in need, Geoff.

If my work is so old fashioned

then why are you recording one of my old tunes?

Song is by two new boys, it's got nothing to do with you.

Oh, she didn't steal it that will be a first.

Fucking freak,

You're just jealous...

I will give you jealous.

Your little cherub's already moved out and he is living alone.

I don't want to see you anymore.

It wouldn't be if it wasn't for my songs.

You've always being an embarrassment to me.

I wrote hits for you, Joe.

These songs come to us from out there...

Somewhere.

If that song is off an old tape, then I wrote it.

Patrick!

I'm here, Joe.

Show Mr. Goddard to the door. Thanks for your help,

Geoff I won't be needing you anymore.

Come on, Geoff.

This place is to mediate everyone

play something into the ether and together we created

miracles.

He complicated it,

sucked everyone's energy like a vampire.

I can see where he is going.

It's dark.

Cold.

I feel like I cost him everything.

Goodbye, Geoff.

Be careful, Patrick.

Hello playmate.

Hello playmates.

Morning, miserable bastard.

I move into my new digs today.

Handsome it is.

You should see it, it's lovely.

Bedroom the size of a football pitch.

I got an en-suite an'all.

Never had one of those before.

Hey I'm playing the Arthur Askey gig tonight.

You coming?

I'm a busy, busy bee.

oh what a glorious thing to be,

What are you doing, what are you doing?

What are you doing?

- Who are you going about? - Where is she?

You've been coming your chance haven't you?

Tongues wag, Joe.

It's good for my image to have a girlfriend.

What fucking image? I gave you your fucking image.

I'm not like you.

Go, then go, leave your stuff, I've got work to do.

Go if you're going, fucking go.

The Honeycombs with the second week at the top of the charts,

but how long can they keep new boys on the top spot?

Playing us out, it's The Kinks

It's enough of that.

Thank you.

How was Spain?

Majorca.

Refreshing.

I would have been prepared to be talked down, I would have settled for less.

Doesn't matter.

If you had waited until after the Telstar case

you could have easily bought me out with your own royalties.

Really?

As it stands you've just spent our last penny from our latest hit

to buy half a company which is in debt and losing money.

Sour grapes, ain't it?

You just don't want to lose out the business

because know how big it's going to get.

I hope you are right, John.

I know I'm right, Wilfred.

Geoff says the song was stolen from him.

Let him sue.

I'm number one again and that's just the start.

Look after you men, Joe.

they're the only thing looking after you.

Thanks for the advice, major.

Now fuck off.

What now, boss?

Bigger and better things, Patrick.

Play it properly or I'll your fucking head off.

I'm recording.

It is okay if you sit down get your breath back.

Hold on.

Put your head between your legs. You're all right.

Fucking nutter. Where he get that from?

Heinz used to have on a tour.

Used to get a lot of gyp, threats and...

Wanker.

I'm going to be sick.

You are alright mate, it's over now.

Oh, oh fucking pissed me self,

oh, pissed my fucking pants, man.

He's been under lately stress lately with the Board

of Trade, The French courts.

Patrick, I can trust you.

Sick wanker!

I'm sorry Mitch, it's just you mate, it's supposed to be a laugh.

I'll go get some air.

I think we all know.

It's supposed to be fun.

He wouldn't have pulled a gun on Clem, would he?

Bunch of girls. I would've shot Clem.

And here with The Beatles was their famous manager Mr. Brian Epstein.

It's hard to believe...

Joe, I don't understand all that palaver.

I don't understand why I don't get my rent.

I'm sorry, Biddy. I mean, Violet.

Knives are out for me on all sides.

I'm being ripped from pillar to post.

People just...

I don't know what to do because

I don't have anything to give him.

You'll be fine.

Don't worry.

As soon as the money comes through from Telstar you'll be rich as Solomon.

The French bastard has ruined my fucking life.

I'm sorry, Violet.

Pardon my French you should say.

No.

Oh, yeah.

Pushing Telstar from the Guinness Book of Records.

And now with an NBE services to Great Britain.

It seems that the band really do have something to scream about.

Now, listen, I only do autographs at shows.

All right.

Where you going with my car?

Alan Crumb LTd, repossession order.

You fucking what? Well what's all this? Oi!

Don't look at me. I don't know.

And I want it back.

Stop shouting I know outside.

I do down to the jetty, and there's nothing there.

All I'm left with is a handful of paper!

You know Larry parnes and I have had a terrible rift?

Sort of.

So you're a secret charts behind my back,

have done nothing but give him something to hurt me with.

I've asked him for advice, that's all.

How dare you try and creep out of your contract after all we've done?

You put on that shitty seaside tour and I am sick of it.

When I get back I've got fucking nothing.

I've got no car, no boat and no follow-up.

- I've had it rough with Geoff. - He's a prat, anyway.

What about them two, er, what's-his- names, what wrote for the Honeycombs?

Yeah? I liked all that.

Really Joe, you can't be serious?

I mean he is awful, you really must move on.

They're not right.

Can't you write some.

Don't believe if you want to leave me.

No.

I just thought something funny was going on that's all.

That's why I called Parnes.

It's Della. Yeah. She gets a bit, you know, jealous.

Silly really.

I don't mean to hurt people.

I just want my car back.

I'll see what I can do.

How about my follow-up?

I just don't wanna lose you.

I'm going now.

Things will get better, you'll see.

What happens to people, there goes Patrick.

Music people.

When all their hits have gone and dried up.

What do we do when we can't do this anymore?

Get proper jobs, I suppose.

I think we're just supposed to disappear.

Hello. Dear Mr. Gillard,

as my lawyer there are certain things I would like you to know about me.

So that you are influenced by things other people are saying about me.

I know there are some things I am not good at.

Numbers, paperwork, but that don't make me bad.

Excuse me.

It seems that all the things that I'm no good at

is what people used to hurt me with and all the things I am good at

don't matter.

All my time is spent catching up.

Every time I look up everything is changed, and I have to catch up again.

Why does everyone want to hurt me?

Please be my friend,

please help me.

Yours sincerely, Joe Meek.

Why are you having parties?

Can't afford this.

If can buy my way in those pirate ship top tens I bloody well will.

Can't afford to pay bribes.

They are not bribes, they are investments.

You can't afford them.

Right, read the letter, go on read the letter.

Go on read the letter, read the letter, the letter.

EMI Records, EMI House, W1.

Dear Mr. Meek EMI...

'Have I The Right' by The Honeycombs, thank you for submitting your record,

we feel that this record is no of no commercial value,

yours sincerely, Sir Joseph Lockwood.

Well, that one sold half a million.

So someone knows what they are doing.

Mr. Joe.

Now, now sir.

Robert George Meek,

we are officers of Her Majesty's Board of Trade and Commerce.

And after several requests for receipts of trade

and income we are now authorized to seize.

No, don't go in there, I don't have the books.

Tony Shanks has the books and he won't give them back.

Open it.

It's full of junk.

You put that back, you put that back.

Stinks in here.

Don't you ever think to open a window?

My lawyer Mr. Gillette, he'll tell you,

don't do that, don't do that.

Joe,

wake up, Joe.

Joe, it's Patrick.

Oh sorry, sorry I forgot.

No, I was away.

You shouldn't take those.

They help me think.

And the others?

They stop me thinking.

You should see Dr. Chris about those chances.

Last thing I need is another doctor's bill.

You don't get them anymore silly.

I pinched a bit of steak from mum's larder.

we've got some spots, I thought I'd so some tea.

You are so very kind.

Leave it, Patrick.

They want take my boys away.

Who?

The Krays.

They told The Tornados at the Aberfan Relief Gig and they want to manage them.

Joe you should take Sir Joseph's offer, work at Abbey Road.

Let them worry about the bills and the tax.

You've had enough bad luck in this place,

you've proved your point, you should move on.

My real name is Robert, Robert George Meek...

My mom named me Joe after her son.

Uncle Joe was killed in the Great War,

an officer, a boy ordered him to take up a Mexican gun post

where he knew he would be shot

and he did it and he was shot right through the face.

This officer he, he ordered the next soldier

to pull the body down and take up the post, well the next soldier was

my father and he did it, and oh he felt like mad.

He was there.

Lucky that he survived,

had a piece of shrapnel lodged in his skull,

that's convalesced for years, but it was the shock,

you see the shock, the shock, the shock did the damage.

Then he met my mom.

But all our lives, he could never work for anyone else,

can never take an order from anyone else ever again, it would drive him mad.

The shrapnel would move in his skull and he would smash up the village

and spend all night screaming.

So he had to be his own boss, you see, he had to be.

Anyway that's why I'm called Joe.

I can't work for someone else.

Everything I tried to do is here.

I'll make tea.

You, Joe, are a very special boy.

You have a little sparkle.

I used to look at you and I would be so glad to see you.

No matter how I felt you would lift me up.

Now I can't help seeing you burned down, I mean with all those other bastards.

I need the money you owe me.

Please go home, Heinz. I don't owe you anything.

Bollocks.

You had hits all over the world, Tornados and my solo stuff.

You cost me.

Every picture I took, every record that got pressed that never sold cost me.

Half of the time you were in the church, it cost me, and I paid for that.

Well, you have a done better job, you would have more hits.

I did everything for you.

I shed blood for you.

It weren't enough, it didn't work,

I've got a job, Joe, Jesus a job,

I'm paid in fucking...

You lied...

Palladium this!

you fucking lied.

I'm a monk, I believed all your bullshit.

I loved you.

Loving my ass makes me sick.

I knew you were a bender. I had your number from the start,

You're the mug. - Liar.

No, no, you are the fucking liar.

No, I know what I am.

Yeah, sick bent, old crook who owes me money.

No.

Yeah I seen it all before, Joe.

I've seen it all before now come on then!

Yeah, fucking.

I'll fuck you, I'm gonna fucking kill you

I will fucking murder you.

I made you.

You are not supposed to be like this, it's not supposed to be like this.

If I see you here again.

- You really don't understand. - I'll kill you.

Been there.

Please hear me, somebody is stealing from me,

from my mind, my ideas

... I know I'm not myself, but I've tried, I've tried not thinking,

I've tried not speaking but it always seems to find a way,

fucking around me and its taking me somewhere.

I know you understand so, where does it go,

I wish you would love me,

When you someone, they just take from you,

they ruin you, they ruin you from the inside and everything else gets ruined,

I need to get famous enough.

My music is no good.

Please tell me what to do to make it stop,

please make it stop.

I understand.

Joe. Oh, God.

There's a couple of kids downstairs here to take some tapes.

Tell to them fuck off.

We don't need you today boys.

Get Mrs. Shenton up here.

I don't know what it is about, Mrs. Shenton,

he just really wants to see you.

Oh, it's been busy, he was singing last night.

It's always been a secret ambition of mine, singing.

Sure it does sound lovely.

What sort of mood is he is in?

Oh, he is in a pretty bad mood.

Oh, I'll cheer him.

Here would you hold this for me?

I don't have to smoke up there.

I want a word with you.

Oh my God, is that really, is it loaded?

Don't talk back, answer the question.

What question, you haven't answered the question.

I'm not stupid.

Oh Joe, you are really frightening me.

Who is he?

Who is who?

I've told you once, I'm not stupid.

If I were stupid people wouldn't be able to ruin me,

who is the man out front in the crumby coat?

He's is just the agent.

Agent.

the estate agent.

We are not as young as we were and you've been terrible with the rent.

The business has been poor.

Estate agent.

Give me the book, the rent book.

Dig in and find the book.

I think it's downstairs.

Why don't we just go down and have a nice cup of tea?

Just get me the fucking book.

Your lease is up at the end of the month.

The guy next door wants to expand, we are retiring,

it's nothing to do with the rent.

Look I didn't want to tell you like this, the shop is our nest egg,

You're letting an estate agent in here.

Well, he had to see the place before he could make an offer.

Yeah, I knew something was wrong, I knew something.

I thought everyone is out there

and that all these people wanted to get me.

I thought it was a curse,

I thought it might be Phil Spector or George Martin...

Or any of those thieving pigs, but no, no, it was you,

just you,

selling my home when I was in it.

The place I built from nothing.

The place I lived and toiled in for six years,

the place that everyone else got fat off.

They made millions and millions and millions,

and millions of people happy

and you, you, you was trying to selling,

you was trying to kill it.

It was you, Violet.

She is dead, Joe.

I think she is dead.

No Joe, please, please don't, please, please,

please don't shoot me, please, please.

It all right.

What's the date?

- What? - What's the date?

It's the, it's the third.

It, It's February the 3rd.

Good bye, Patrick.

Oh no.

Joe no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no.

If I got on my knees and I pleaded with you

Not to go but to stay in my arms

Would you walk

out the door

Like you did

once before

This time

be different

Please stay

don't go

If I called out your name like a prayer

Would you leave me alone in my tears

Knowing I

need you so

Would you still

turn and go

This time

be different

Please stay

Don't go,

Please stay

I loved you before I even knew your name

I wanted to give you my heart

But when you came back

after leaving me one time

Oh, I knew, yes I knew

that the heartaches would start

If I called out your name like a song

Which was written for you and you alone

Would you still

hurt my pride

Baby till

till I go

This time

be different

Please stay

Don't go

please stay

You know I'll always love you darling

Please stay

Don't go

please, please stay

Cheating was his trade

A seller of lies

A heart so cold

He seem to hypnotize

He always walks alone

Crawdaddy simone

He had no axe to grind

You never saw him smile

But his look was good

He always dressed in style

He always walks alone

Crawdaddy simone

He ain't got no friends

He ain't got no friends

He ain't no friends no

He ain't got no friends

He always walks alone

Crawdaddy simone

Maybe some black day

Crawdaddy will show

If he comes your way

Then you better go

Just leave him alone

Crawdaddy simone Yeah.

Oh he ain't got no friends

He ain't got no friends

He ain't got no friends

He ain't got no friends

He always walks alone

Crawdaddy simone Oh here we go.