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Bell.

Very quiet.

We're on sound.

- Beat. - Camera.

- Camera running. - Sixty.

Very quiet.

We're on sound.

That's it. That's perfect.

The spark looked very, very impressive, so...

- Camera. - Perfect.

Camera.

Actually, there's a really beautiful one on the stairs.

I think it belongs to that one.

- OK. - Bring the red chair.

I quite like that.

My hair looks...

Not everywhere!

Camera.

I want to share this emptiness with you,

not fill the silence with false notes

or put tracks through the void.

I want to share this wilderness of failure.

The others have built you a highway, fast lanes in both directions.

I offer you a journey without direction,

uncertainty and no sweet conclusion.

When the light faded,

I went in search of myself.

There were many paths

and many destinations.

That's all right. [ think that's a brilliant rehearsal.

Everybody needs to still go through makeup, hair, wardrobe. Please find your...

We'll have half-an-hour break now,

and literally in half an hour, I want everyone back on the set, ready to do it.

Quiet!

That's great. I'm just filming this.

Just a look.

That's it. Let go of her.

- That's very nice. It's superior. - Beautiful! Beautiful!

The baby. Can we see the baby?

Lovely!

Yeah, that's it! Lovely!

Hold it there! Hold it there!

All right! Come on now.

Lovely! Lovely!

The baby...

That's lovely! Lovely! Hold it there!

Beautiful! Beautiful! The baby! Can we see the baby?

Oh, my God!

That's it!

Great!

Soon afterwards, some men who studied the stars

came from the east to Jerusalem and asked,

"Where is the baby born to be King of the Jews?

"We saw his star when it came up in the east,

"and we have come to worship him."

When King Herod head about this, he was very upset,

and so was everyone else in Jerusalem.

He called together all the chief priests and the teachers of the law and asked them,

"Where will the Messiah be born?"

"In the town of Bethlehem, in Judea," they answered,

"for this is what the prophet wrote:

"Bethlehem, in the land of Judah,

"'you are by no means the least of the leading cities of Judah,

"for from you will come a leader who will guide my people Israel."

And so they left,

and on their way, they saw the same star they had seen in the east.

When they saw it, how happy they were,

what joy was theirs!

It went ahead of them until it stopped over the place where the child was.

Then they went into the house,

and when they saw the child with his mother, Mary,

they knelt down and worshipped him.

They brought out their gifts of gold, frankincense and myrrh,

and presented them to him.

Then they returned to their country by another road,

since God had warned them in a dream not to go back to Herod.

When Herod realised that the visitors from the east had tricked him,

he was furious.

He gave orders to kill all the boys in Bethlehem and in its neighbourhood

who were two years old and younger.

This was done in accordance with what he had learned from the visitors

about the time when the star had appeared.

Hello, everybody.

Today is credit card day.

All your favourite dreams come true.

That beautiful Ferrari,

that lovely seat at Stringfellow's and those beautiful girls,

just like Judas.

Judas is beautiful!

Ah, you see,

all your dreams come true with beautiful cards.

Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you, Judas.

Thank you. Thanks. Thank you, thank you.

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

Thank you! Thank you!

Thank you, Judas! Oh, thank you!

Go!

Nice!

Nice!

Nice!

Derek!

Now hear this!

Betty, take an editorial.

"To the women of America."

No, make it, "To the women everywhere."

Hola!

Hola! Hola!

This is a poppy,

a flower of the cornfield and wasteland.

Its colour is scarlet, bloody red.

Sepals two, soon falling.

Petals four,

stamens many,

stigma-rayed,

many-seeded,

for sprinkling on bread,

the staff of life,

woven in wreaths,

in memory of the dead,

bringer of dreams and sweet forgetfulness.

No!

No!

No!

No, no, no...

This year, the winter never came.

The sun rose, blood-red.

At Shrovetide, flies swarmed.

The rosemary bloomed.

Eggs soured in their shells.

The sky, pierced and torn, no longer sheltered the naked earth.

The seasons changed.

Men burrowed deep to hide their shameful poisons.

For a million years, 30,000 unborn generations

bound to the memory of criminal rulers

the Secretaries of Energy,

who oiled the wheels of mortgage with dead hands.

That's it.

That's it.

That's it.

That's it.

That's it.

That's it, yes.

That's it.

My honey.

I walk in this garden,

holding the hands of dead friends.

Old age came quickly for my frosted generation.

Cold, cold, cold.

They died so silently.

Did the forgotten generations scream

or go full of resignation, quietly protesting innocence?

Cold, cold, cold.

They died so silently.

I have no words. My shaking hands cannot express my fury.

Sadness is all I have.

No words.

Cold, cold, cold.

You died so silently.

Linked hands at 4:00am,

deep under the city you slept on,

never heard the sweet flesh song.

Cold, cold, cold.

They died so silently.

Matthew fucked Mark, fucked Luke, fucked John,

who lay on the bed that I lie on.

Touch fingers again as you sing this song.

Cold, cold, cold.

We die so silently.

My gilly flower, roses, violets blue,

sweet garden of vanished pleasures,

please come back next year.

Cold, cold, cold.

I die so silently.

Goodnight, boys.

Goodnight, Johnny.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.