All language subtitles for Morocco and the East 1981--

Right. So we're gonna tell stories.

Yeah? You all got a story.

Something from you, from your heart.
OK?

Who's gonna go first?

Anyone? No?

- All right, you go first, miss.
- Oh, God. I don't...

- Oh, go on, please.
- All right.

Once upon a time
there was a little girl,

and she lived with her mum and her dad
and brother in a small town in Wales,

and she always dreamed
of becoming a princess.

So when she grew up,
she ran away to the big city

and she went to the princess college.

There is such a place.

And she worked really, really hard,

and all her dreams came true.

And she kissed a lot of frogs.

And, anyway, she woke up one day, and
she realised that she wasn't very happy.

So she decided to go home, to teach.

- And what's the moral of the story?
- Be careful what you wish for?

Yes. Yeah.

Being a princess sucks.

Right, come on, who's got a story?
Davy, you've got a story.

OK, round two.

Let's start with artists that we love.

We're gonna make a list and then
we're gonna narrow it down. So... Go on.

- David Bowie.
- Bowie. What else?

- Pink Floyd.
- Floyd.

Led Zep. Sabbath. Deep Purple. Rush.

- ELO. ELP. Uh...
- Thank you, Hoople, that's enough.

Dena.

- The Ramones.
- The Ramones.

- Iggy Pop.
- Iggy P. Vicki?

- 10cc.
- 10cc. Stella?

- Beach Boys.
- Yeah. Kenny?

Slade.

I'm putting it down.
Even if we cross it off.

Right, in this hall,
the normal rules don't apply.

Everything out there doesn't count.
Forget about it.

In here, you show up on time
and you can do what you like.

You can explore what you like.
Ideas, emotion, that's the idea.

'Cause I wanna put on a show

that William Shakespeare
and David Bowie would be proud of.

And that you would be proud of,

most importantly.

Are you in? Yes?

- Yeah.
- Yes?

- Yeah. Yes.
- Yes? Kenny? Yes?

- Yes, miss.
- Good. Excellent.

It's a god-awful small affair

To the girl with the mousy hair

But her mummy is yelling, "No"

And her daddy has told her to go

But her friend is nowhere to be seen

Where are the others?

- Where is everyone?
- It's Friday.

- Well, Stella said she'd be here.
- Well, she's not, is she?

- Miss, I've gotta go to training.
- What?

- Rugby, miss. I got trials coming up.
- Oh, can't you wait a bit longer?

- No, miss, I promised.
- Right then, go. I need you on Monday.

What about me, miss?
It's Friday, I got a date.

- That's very funny.
- No, miss, it's not a joke.

Oh, come on, let's try it again.
Let's try it again.

Now, I want you to make it very
specific. And remember the quavers.

One, two, three, four.
One, two, three, four.

It's a god-awful small affair

To the girl with the mousy hair

But her mummy is yelling, "No"

And her daddy has told her to go

- Miss Mae?
- Mr Thornley.

- Rehearsing on a Friday? Very keen.
- Two weeks to go.

- Beg your pardon?
- Two weeks to go!

Oh, well. "Tempest fugit", I suppose.

Everything going all right,
is it, generally?

- Yes, hunky-dory, Headmaster. I...
- Very good. It's just that I've

had the odd complaint.
Well, a small delegation, actually.

Um, issues of discipline came up
and a concern about language.

Language? What...?

Excuse me.

- What fucking language?
- Hello?

- Oh, shit.
- Andy Dixon.

- Where are you going?
- Band practice, miss.

- For the gig, Monday.
- You're supposed to be

- at my rehearsals.
- I weren't in the bit you were doing,

miss, I don't think. Anyway, I gotta go,
the band are waiting for me.

Oh, right.
Well, where's everyone else?

Down the lido, miss.
It's Friday.

Keep the faith, miss.

"Down the lido, miss. It's Friday."

- Does anyone else want ice cream?
- No, ta.

You're fucking...

Evan and Mandy James.
Dena Davies. Vicki Munro.

- Stella Jones.
- Oh, fuck.

This is a final warning. OK.
Double rehearsals Monday.

Lunchtime and after school.
I want you all there on time.

- Hi, Kenny.
- Wanker.

Fucking wanker.

- Oi, oi!
- Oi, oi, Macca. Where have you been?

Killing Pakis.

Oh, Kenny boy here's only gone
and given in, in't he?

Going down Steady Eddie's
fucking finally. Having a chop.

- Gonna be one of us, are you? Huh?
- Yeah, I'm ready. Yeah.

- Yeah? Well, come on then.
- Let's do it.

Martini. Cinzano.

Tia Maria. Anyone?

Anyone?

Oh, look at that.

Earth calling Tim.
Come in, Tim. Tim?

- Someone's drunk everything.
- I thought you were at rehearsals.

- So did I.
- Yeah, well, it is Friday, you mad cow.

- You've had 'em at it all week.
- Thank you, Tim.

- I thought you were on my side.
- Oh, I am, believe me.

You should hear what the rest
of them are saying.

- Oh, spare me the details.
- Mine was shit, by the way.

- Thanks for asking.
- Oh, sorry, love. How was your day?

Shit. Thanks for asking.

Oh... God, that Davy
can sing, though.

Yeah, and such dreamy eyes.

I love it when you take
an interest in my work.

I don't wanna sound like an alkie, but
I got some gin stashed in my wardrobe.

Oh, gin. That's just the taste
of disappointment, innit?

Well, why don't we do something
different tonight?

Why don't you show me
some of your old haunts?

Oh, they knocked most of them down.

Not so fast, man.
You've gotta look for the bubbles.

I'm trying to.
I'm trying to get it in.

Dad, there's no more clean shirts.

Well, your nan haven't been round,
have she?

- Yeah, well, I'm going out tonight.
- Look, spray some of that Brut on it.

- Always works.
- Oh, yeah. Great.

- Mam would have washed one for me.
- Anyway, you can be doing

your own laundry now.

Look, come here.

You gotta find the bubbles, see?

There, there she blows.

I thought you said mam
would be coming home by now.

Hello. Swansea 6-5-2-7.

- Stella. It's Davy.
- Oh, hi, Davy.

Hiya. What are you doing?

Nothing. What are you doing?

Nothing. Where were
you this afternoon?

Went down to the lido to cool off.

You were supposed to be in rehearsals.

Yeah, on a Friday.

So, uh... you still
wanna meet up tonight then?

- No. I... I can't.
- Stella. Please?

Look, we said we were
going to be friends.

Are you seeing someone else?

Stella?

Fuck.

- Have you heard from her?
- Oh, don't start, Mam. Right?

You know I don't wanna
talk about it, right?

- All right. OK.
- See you Tuesday.

- All right.
- Hi, Nan.

- Hiya, my old son, you all right?
- All right?

- Ta-ra, love.
- Ta-ra.

Hello, ladies.

- Beautiful night, innit?
- It's all right.

It's more beautiful now I've seen you.

- Get a load of this!
- Oi, oi, you fucking wankers!

Enjoy your fucking chips.

- All right, Kenny?
- All right.

- Nice haircut. What are you doing?
- Nothing much.

- What have you girls been doing?
- Nothing...

All right, girls? Stella.
Fancy a shag?

I don't think so.

- You slag.
- What's on your shoulder, Kenny?

Idiots.

You wanna hear what Macca's
been saying about you?

- I don't give a shit.
- Everyone thinks you're a poof.

Fuck off, you dwarf.

What's he going on about now? Hmm?

Right, get the inner tube out.
Careful of the valve.

- What are you going on about, Angus?
- Him. Being in a musical.

- He's such a bummer, it's embarrassing.
- You're embarrassing, more like.

Don't let him wind you up, son.

Your Uncle Neville
used to love the dramatics.

Exactly.

Dad!

Anyway, I thought you
were going out tonight?

He's been stood up, ain't he.

Our first stop is in Bogota

To check Colombian fields

The natives smile and pass along

A sample of their yield

Sweet Jamaican pipe dreams

Golden Acapulco nights
Then Morocco and the East

Fly by morning light

We're on the train to Bangkok

Aboard the Thailand Express

- Thank you, Epitaph.
- Thank you, Swansea!

Thank you, Munro, that's enough now.

- Mandy, your brother's a fucking poof.
- Piss off.

...will present us with her
Thought For The Day. Lorraine?

Silence!

Miss, I'm supposed
to give you this, miss.

- What is it?
- From my parents, miss.

- I'm not supposed to do the show.
- What?

- Sorry.
- You're Prospero.

- Syd, it's two weeks away.
- I know, miss. Sorry.

The Shakespeare's a bit harder
than the Bowie.

- Yeah.
- I record mine on a tape

and play it back through my headphones.

Maybe I'll try it.

I can make you one if you want.

Ah, here they are. The Epitaph band
themselves. Good gig, boys.

Now I know why rock stars go off
the rails. It's the adrenaline rush.

- Fucks you up.
- Hoople, you were born fucked up.

He's right.

- Two and two, split those with you.
- OK.

- All right, Kenny?
- Yes, miss.

Oh. I suppose Caliban's gonna have
to be a skinhead now, is he?

- Yes, miss.
- Fucking lesbian.

- What's that, sunshine?
- Fuck off. You can't touch me.

- I left school.
- What are you still doing here, then?

Talking to my brother, all right?

I tell you what. You should probably
get some friends your own age.

- Leave him alone.
- He's my brother, in't he?

Aren't you, Kenny?

Come on. Cheerio, lesbo.
See you later, Kenny.

He's all right, miss.

Do you wanna come to rehearsals?

Right, just before we get there,
I just wanna remind you, at the back,

you are Ariel's choir
of Martian spirits.

Spirits, not elephants. Light.
You keep it light.

Right, go on, get up there.
I'll be Prospero.

More work? Let me remind you
of what you promised me,

- which is not yet been performed.
- How now, moody?

- What more can you want?
- My liberty.

- Miss?
- Dena, come on, you can be Prospero.

- I can't, miss. I'm banned, sorry.
- What?

By the headmaster.
Plus, a week's detention.

- Bugger.
- I know. Fascist.

Would you stop it!

- Little shit.
- Prick.

- Stop it, I am warning you.
- Miss, it was him!

I don't care. Just stop it.

All right.
Look, go from the song.

Enter Ferdinand. Where's Miranda?
Come on, Stella.

- Right.
- Fucking wanker.

Cue us in.

Where should this music be?

In the air or the earth?

It sounds no more.

This music hath crept
by me upon the waters,

allaying both my fury and my passion
with its sweet air.

Thence I followed it.
Or it hath drawn me rather.

But 'tis gone.

No, it begins again.

You're sailing softly through the sun

In a broken Stone Age dawn

You fly so high

I get a strange magic

Oh, what a strange magic

Oh, it's a strange magic

Got a strange magic

Got a strange magic

You're walking meadows in my mind

Making waves across my time

Oh no, oh no

I get a strange magic

Oh, what a strange magic

Oh, it's a strange magic

Got a strange magic

- Got a strange magic
- Now I'm

Never gonna be the same again

Now I've seen
the way it's meant to end

Sweet dream
Sweet dream

I get a strange magic

Oh, what a strange magic

Oh, it's a strange magic

Got a strange magic

Got a strange magic

It's magic

It's magic

It's magic

Strange magic

Oh, what a strange magic...

- Miss Mae.
- Hm.

Miss Valentine.

I hope you don't mind me
speaking frankly,

but some of us on the staff are
a little concerned about how much

this musical is taking
of the children's time.

Ah, the small delegation.

And, well, since we're being frank,

some indiscipline seems to be spilling
over into their more serious studies.

- I mean, it's all very well you...
- Are you suggesting that what we

are doing is not serious?
I mean, compared to social studies?

We have made our thoughts known
to the headmaster, Miss Mae.

It's as much as some of these children
can do to read and write.

We'd all do well to get them through
their three R's before moving on.

- Don't you agree, Mr Swinton?
- Exams must come first.

It's a bit late to be worrying
about that.

Half of them will be leaving here
in three weeks' time. For good.

It'd be nice for them to
at least have one opportunity

- for some self expression.
- Self expression doesn't butter

any parsnips, Miss Mae.

Parsnips? Mad cow.

It's not even like it's
a proper musical, is it, eh?

Don't you start, Cafferty.

I suppose you'd like to see
the kids do "Oliver", again.

Ah, now you're talking.
I love "Oliver", I do.

Lovely story, catchy tunes. Proper.

If I ever find out it was you
who put him up to it.

- Who?
- Syd Jones.

His parents said he wanted to
concentrate on his studies

- and his rugby.
- Yeah. He's a good rugby player.

It's summer, you fucker.

Oi. Oi!
He's got trials coming up, right!

Nice tits, though.

Oh, aye.

Hello?

Hello. Is Mam there?

No, she's not here at the moment.
Angus, is that you?

- What time will she be back?
- Not sure. About six.

Angus, I...

- It's fucking hot.
- Hot as fuck.

Oh, hello, love.
I was expecting you earlier.

Your brother's upstairs.
We've got a full house.

- Well, it was rehearsals.
- Oh, don't worry.

Only Monday is "Merry Widows" night.
And it's my turn to provide the nibbles.

Come on in. The girls would love
to see you, I'm sure.

They're always asking after you.
Girls, guess who's here?

That wayward daughter of mine.

She's teaching now, she's given up
the acting. Isn't it lovely she's back?

Yeah.

Hello, love.

Hey.

- You met the coven then.
- Yeah.

- They give you the third degree?
- Oh...

I think I let 'em down on
the glamour front. You know...

...coming home to teach.
Not very glittery, is it?

How's the show going?

Oh, I'm not sure. I think I've bitten
off more than I can chew.

Nothing new there, then.
It'll be stunning.

It's good, innit?
She's making a move, finally.

I can't believe
it's been almost two years.

I used to love coming up here
and disturbing him.

Yeah.

What are you gonna do with all those?

Uh... I don't know. Jumble?

We can't chuck 'em.
I mean, that's...

That's a whole life-time's worth
of stuff, that is. I mean...

- Do you want them?
- I don't know. I'm...

Why don't you take a look through
and tell me what you want

and I'll drop it off.

Where were you two earlier?
I was looking for you.

You done?

My mum and dad still shag.

It's disgusting. They used to send me
to Sunday school so they could do it.

But now, I don't go to Sunday school.
I gotta sit there and listen to 'em.

Fuck off, Hoople.

Ah, I gotta go.

Why? What's wrong with you?

- Oh, look, I'll come with you.
- What about me?

- Fuck off.
- There's nothing wrong.

I just gotta go.
It's me dad, you know.

See you later.

- What's wrong with him?
- It's his dad, isn't it?

I've told him...

...life has to go on.

All right?

So, as we've discussed,
class is measured by sociologists

in terms of income,

education and...

...values.

To give you an example,
I am middle class.

You would be working class.
Right, any questions so far?

Class dismissed.

Right, human nature.
What is human nature?

It's one of the central
questions of the play.

What makes us tick, all of us?

You think it's love? The need for love
is at the core of the human experience?

You think everyone's capable of love?

Is Caliban capable of love?
Kenny, what do you think?

I... I don't know, miss.

- OK.
- Caliban's an outsider, like me.

I mean, like Ariel.
They're both outsiders.

Yeah, good. Exactly.
They're both excluded by society.

People make up their mind about
Caliban because he's different.

They think Caliban's a monster.
His mother was a witch.

You've met Kenny's mum then, miss?

- Fuck off!
- All right, all right.

- You are fucking dead.
- Fuck you, Kenny.

Lewis!

- Lewis, sit down!
- Fucking idiot!

- Don't!
- Oh, come on, Kenny.

- Fucking prick.
- Kenny, please. Stop.

Just piss off, miss, yeah.

Stand still, Loder.

Still.

- Everything all right in here, Miss Mae?
- Yes. Thank you, Mr Cafferty.

I can deal with my own class, thank you.
It's all part of the process.

- Process?
- Yes.

Thanks for that, kids.

Thanks for making me look like an
idiot in front of the Incredible Bulk.

Right. Come on, Kenny.

Let's forget the words,
let's just do the song, all right?

Anyone not involved can leave. OK?

Lewis, you all right? Yes?
Kenny? Good.

- After school, you fucker.
- Wanker.

Just sit down and play, please.
Thank you.

Piss off, boys!

Lads.

You leave any marks on him
and you'll be in big trouble.

No towel again, Miller?

- Sam, you mong, fuck off.
- Miller!

Shall I slipper him, Mr Cafferty?

Everybody

Has been burned before

Everybody knows the pain

Anyone in this place

Can tell you to your face

Why you shouldn't

Try to love someone

Everybody knows

It never works

Everybody knows and me

I know that door

That shuts just before

You get to the dream

You see

- I gotta go. Bye.
- Bye.

Bye.

What are you doing tonight?

- Homework.
- What? Well, that's a first.

Sure you don't wanna come
to Pizza Night?

- That's for you college types.
- Miss Mae organises a get-together

for everyone who's leaving this year,
you know.

A get-together with teachers?
Sounds a bit naff.

Have you been telling people
we're going out?

No.

That's not what I heard. Heard you
been telling people we're going out.

We're friends, remember, yeah?

I don't get it.

You said that you loved me, Stella.

Oh, look, please, come on.

Fucking hell!

Kenny, you gotta ignore
Lewis and Hoople.

They just say stuff to wind you up,
you know. I know you can do it.

Kenny, every line you get right,

you gotta think "fuck off"
at the end of it.

Make every line a "fuck off" to anybody
who thinks that Kenny

- can't play Caliban. Got it?
- Yes, miss.

Could I scrounge a fag, miss?

Ah, go on.

- What are your plans, Kenny?
- What, miss?

When you leave at the end of term,
what are your plans?

- I... I don't know. Maybe the Army.
- Kenny, you join the Army,

they're gonna send you straight to
Northern Ireland. You know that, right?

You understand that's what's
gonna happen?

There's so many other things
that you could... Shit.

He hates me.
Oh, I'm fucked!

Oh, God.

Ah, there's free booze and pizza.

Sounds a bit naff.

You can't dump us. Come on, man.

Uh, no, I can't. Go on,
go out and have a good night.

See you, boys.

Dunno why you bother. That Stella.

Everyone knows she's the school bike.

Women. They all lose it, don't they?
In the end.

What do you know?
For fuck's sake.

Mam, she lost it.

You know, fuck off, Angus, right.

Doing me fucking head in.
You're doing fucking everyone's head in.

Fucking Stella. Fucking tart.
Just like Mam.

You stupid fuck! Fuck off!

Don't talk about Mam like that!
Fuck off, right!

Where you going?
I'm doing sardines on toast, man.

It's because they don't
think I'm a proper teacher.

Any excuse for Cafferty to stitch me up.
First Syd Jones, and now this.

Watch, tomorrow morning he's gonna go
straight to the head about the smoking.

I don't see what's so bad.
In France, everybody smokes.

Even small children.
It's normal.

They've been together
for three years, have they?

- And she never speaks?
- We've never heard her.

- Nobody has.
- What about you, miss?

- You seeing anyone?
- I'm not telling you that, Daz.

- Why not?
- Because I'm not.

- Oh, come on.
- And anyway,

it's first name terms tonight.
So you gotta call me Viv.

Sorry, Viv.

Hey, any chance of a top-up,
Mr Chisolm? I mean, Derek.

Hey, now, lads, right.
There's school tomorrow.

Turn your frown upside down, sir.

Are you OK, miss? I think you should
have started eating earlier.

Oh, we're busy, we're busy.

I need a towel.

It's the prawn salad.

I'm allergic. Always happens.

Oh, Dawn.

Whatever happens...

- ...you gotta promise me...
- Miss Vivienne.

...you'll never give up the violin.

- It's piano, miss.
- Yeah.

Miss Mae?

Viv, Vivienne.
You all right?

Madam Chairman,
ladies and gentlemen,

I presume this is to enable us to
sweep Britain clean of socialism.

I can foresee that it will become
as famous as Quentin Bell.

Davy?

Angus?

He's just being Angus, in't he.

Come on, let me speak to him.

What?

No, no, no, no, no, hang on. This isn't
about you and your new bloody life.

I just wanted to know if you'd seen him.
I wanted to know what's happening

because I've got the right.

Well, it wasn't me
who bloody left, was it?!

Oh, God.

Smug twats.

- Do they sleep in their tracksuits?
- Oh, probably.

- Oh, bugger. Bugger, bugger.
- What are you going to do?

Do you know, I've had an idea.

Are you going to sleep with him?

Oh, my God, you're so French.
Headmaster!

Headmaster.
Can I just have an urgent word?

- I need to talk to you about the show.
- Yes, yes, of course.

Come into my office.

Now the under-15s will be playing
St. Mary's tonight

in the regional semi-finals,
so we wish them luck.

Finally, I would like
to make an announcement regarding

this year's school musical.

Miss Mae's groundbreaking production
of Shakespeare's "Tempest."

I'm very happy to tell you that
I have, like many of you,

succumbed to Miss Mae's
persuasive powers,

and agreed, reluctantly of course,

to take on the role of Prospero.

It will provide me with a unique
opportunity to participate

in what will be, I'm sure,
a very special evening.

Smoking, with a pupil?
And in a public precinct?

Very sorry, Headmaster,
it won't happen again.

For God's sake, woman,
do you not understand?

- There have to be boundaries.
- Well, I'm not a maths teacher.

I'm trying to get the kids
to explore emotion.

I want 'em to feel,
when they sing a song

or speak the written word,
I want them to feel emotional impact.

You know, I want 'em to know
what it's like when your heart breaks.

When your soul or whatever you
wanna call it, soars and...

I'm very well aware of the
artistic process, Miss Mae.

And, believe me,
I know the potency of cheap music.

No, it is not cheap music.
I'm sorry, but they're a full orchestra.

That's as may be.
But there have to be boundaries,

lines that do not get crossed.

As I said, I'm very sorry.
It won't happen again.

Good.

I'm... I'm glad
we understand each other.

Now, on a more positive note.
How was the pizza evening?

Great. Very successful, indeed.

Good. Good.

Um, uh, what time do you want me
at rehearsals?

Oh. Any time after 4.30.

Hm.

One bag of chips, please, Mrs Wong.

One bag of chips, please, as well,
Mrs Wong. Thank you.

Davy. It's Stella.

Oh, where the hell is Stella?

Come on, let's just... let's try it
without her. I'll play Miranda.

- What?
- Come on, sing with me.

All right.

So, I want you to forget
that you're on the stage. Right?

Forget the world around you.
Just feel what you're singing.

Channel your emotions.

You're lost. Shipwrecked.

Miranda's your salvation,
she's your destiny.

This is the moment you fall in love.

I can hear so much

In your sighs

And I can see so much

In your eyes

There are words we both could say

Don't talk

Put your head on my shoulder

Come close

Close your eyes and be still

Don't talk

Take my hand

And let me hear your heart

Beat

Hello, everyone.
Apologies for my tardiness.

- Welcome, Headmaster.
- I thought I'd, uh, dress casual.

Great.

Ah, the goddess on whom
the music attends.

- Sorry I'm late, miss.
- Don't worry, I did your bit for you.

You're not indispensable, Stella Jones.
Just remember that. Nobody is.

It won't happen again, Miss Mae.
The both of us will be punctual next time.

- Won't we, Stella?
- Right, let's try it again, shall we?

- From where?
- Well, the same place.

If that's all right with you.
When Miranda first sets eyes on Ferdinand.

- It's the moment they fall in love.
- All these songs are about love.

It gets confusing.

- Um, where do you want me?
- Oh, by Ariel and Iris.

Well, you gotta look
into each other's eyes.

Most sure, it is the goddess
on whom the music attends.

O you wonder!
Tell me if you be maid or no.

No wonder, sir, but certainly a maid.

I can hear so much

In your sighs

And I can see so much

In your eyes

There are words we both could say

Don't talk

Put your head on my shoulder

Come close

Close your eyes and be still

Don't talk

Take my hand

And let me hear your heart

Heart beat

- Just piss off, Stella!
- Well, what's wrong now?

You know exactly what's wrong.
You're just a fucking prick-tease.

No, I'm not.

- Miss, can I be excused?
- Yeah, go on.

All right, hush. Just take a
five minute break. Right, everyone.

- You gotta be more careful.
- Did you hear what he called me?

Yeah, I know, that was unnecessary...

I'm not bloody singing again with him.
No way.

- Come on, Stella.
- No. Forget it.

He's lost the plot, he has, big time.

Um, I... you know, uh, as I said,

it's... it's important that
they explore their emotions.

- Explore or indulge?
- Well, it can get a bit a messy.

You all right?

I'm sorry, miss, I...

Don't waste too much time, Davy.

- What?
- On Stella.

She's bloody gorgeous.
I can see that.

But she might not be the one.
You ever thought of that?

I don't know much, but... I know you
can't persuade someone to love you.

And you can't blame them
when they don't.

- Thanks, miss.
- You're welcome, Davy.

Strange face, with your eyes

So pale and sincere

Underneath you know well

You have nothing to fear

For the dreams that came

To you when so young

Told of a life

Where spring is sprung

You would seem so frail

In the cold of the night

When the armies of emotion

Go out to fight

But while the earth

Sinks to its grave

You sail to the sky

On the crest of a wave

And if one day

You should see me in the crowd

Lend a hand and lift me

To your place

In the cloud

Do you ever feel like an alien?

Like sometimes I think I've been
stranded on this planet,

and that one day they're gonna come
and pick me up. Take me back.

Well, if that happens, let me know.
Maybe they'll take me with you.

Let's go for a swim. To cool off.

- Let's not.
- Oh, come on...

Oh, yeah, let's.
Let's go down the lido.

- You sure they won't be back?
- I told you. They're at my uncle's.

- All night.
- What about Lewis?

He thinks you're at the hospital.
He's over at Hoople's.

Ah, I should go.
I wanna see my dad.

Yeah, OK.

I'll go see him tomorrow.

Don't, you'll ruin my hair.

Oh, I was starting to think
you'd run away an' all.

- No, I've just been riding around.
- Oh, aye.

Spoke to your mother.

- All right?
- Aye.

No problem. Angus is staying
over her place for a few days.

Got a surprise for you boys.

Come and see.

- A fridge?
- Freezer. Fridge...

It's not ours yet, of course,
but it will be,

so I don't want any dents
or scratches, right.

- What are they?
- Melon balls.

Ice cream, too,
and Tip-Tops for Angus.

He's always going on about
your mam's deep freeze

over her bloke's in Porthcawl.

- Still don't know what she sees in him.
- He's got a deep freeze, hasn't he?

He's a nasty little troublemaker.
A very disruptive influence in class.

Yeah, well, that wouldn't happen
on my watch, Miss Valentine.

Next time, just send
the little bugger over to me.

- Who are we talking about?
- Kenny Loder.

His brother was just the same.

You know I'm interested, as an expert...

Oh, no, wait,
as a social studies teacher.

Do you think he was born
a nasty little troublemaker

or did we turn him into one?
'Cause he's doing really well for me.

- He can sing, for a start.
- It won't last. Mark my words.

- Biscuit fund.
- Why? Because you only have

- one approach?
- Miss Mae, I believe you've already

had one official warning
in your brief time here.

It might pay you to show some humility.

- No, thanks, I'm on a diet.
- But you had a biscuit.

- What?
- Yesterday. You had a biscuit.

Actually, you had two. You had one
on Tuesday as well. Digestive.

- Am I really that ugly, then?
- No.

Well, what is it, then?

I'm not sure it's... girls I like.

What? You're.. you're a poof?

I just need
some time to work it out.

You've already worked it out, I reckon.

I'm not ashamed of it.

I always knew you were different.

That's why I liked you, I suppose.

Not like the other twats in this school.

So have you told anyone else?

Well, I'm glad you told me.

So am I.

We passed upon the stair

We spoke of was and when

Although I wasn't there

He said I was his friend

Which came as some surprise

I spoke into his eyes

I thought you died alone

A long, long time ago

Oh, no, not me

I never lost control

You're face to face

With The Man Who Sold The World

I laughed and shook his hand

And made my way back home

I searched for form and land

For years and years I roamed

I gazed a gazely stare

At all the millions here

We must have died alone

A long, long time ago

Who knows?

Not me

We never lost control

You're face to face

With The Man Who Sold The World

Right. Prospero, Caliban.
Headmaster, you're on. Kenny.

From, uh, "What ho, slave."

Oh...

What ho, slave! Caliban.

Thou earth, thou! Fetch some wood.

There's wood enough already.
Fuck off.

Yeah. Think it, don't say it, Kenny.

He's improvising.
He's just working it out.

I don't think the f-word
has any place in Shakespeare.

Well, it's actually very old,
the f-word.

- It's also very offensive.
- Well, so is Caliban.

- Boundaries, Miss Mae, boundaries.
- Yes, Headmaster.

Carry on. Thank you.

There's other business for thee, too.
Come here, tortoise.

This island's mine, by...

- Sycorax.
- Fuck!

- It's all right, go on.
- Sycorax, my mother,

which you stole from me,

uh, when you came first you stroked me.

Sh! Stop!

Just fuck off!
You're fucking dead! And you!

- Pay no attention to him, please.
- Kenneth.

Look, don't you get it?

I never wanted to do this poxy musical
in the first place.

- I know, Kenny, just come back.
- Just fuck off, miss, will you!

Quiet!

"Feeling both the fury
and the passion of this sweet air."

Oh, hi. You look smart.

I'm just on my way home from work.

I was wondering if you'd fancy
going for a spin later like?

- Where to?
- Anywhere you fancy.

Have you ever heard of this place
called The Casablanca?

- No.
- It's this club I fancied going to.

Nightclub, sure. Why not?

I propose a toast...

...to groundbreaking, cutting-edge,
Shakespearean, concept rock operas.

- Did I leave anything out?
- No, I don't think so.

- Good. Come on, then.
- Right.

- Cheers.
- Cheers.

Up your bum.

Ah. Ah, I gained a Prospero and
lost a Caliban. It's hardly a fair swap.

- Kenny might come back.
- No.

I think Lord Olivier is here to stay,
though. I...

"I thought I'd dress casual."

He's on my side, deep down.

Oh, my God,
who the hell can that be?

My God, who's that? You get it.

- No, I'm not going.
- I'll go.

Hello?

Davy. What are you doing up here?

I was on my way to my nan's.
She lives over in Briton Ferry.

Oh, right.

It's just... I come off my bike.
I think I got a puncture.

- Are you all right?
- I'm fine.

You wanna come in?

OK.

...always makes me want tequila.

- Looks crap.
- Come on, it sounds good.

- Want a drink?
- Yes, please.

- What kind of drink d'you want?
- I don't mind.

- What's all these?
- American imports.

There's no bar. There's no fucking bar!
What are we doing here?

- It's good.
- It's not good, it's shit.

- It's good.
- It's not good, it's crap.

- Let's go somewhere else.
- Just leave it.

- What's your fucking game?
- Get off me!

- Let me give you a lift home.
- Piss off.

Right. There you go.

You should be quite comfortable
on that settee.

Thanks.

It's going to be great. The show.

Yeah.

Listen, are you sure you don't
wanna phone your dad?

We don't have a phone.

Anyway, he's working nights.

OK, well, sleep tight, then.

Just get lost, will you!

Stella, you OK?

Are you all right?

Davy?

You all right?

- What's wrong?
- Um...

Nothing.

School tomorrow.

Hello.

Hello?

- All right?
- Hi.

- Viv about?
- Through there.

- Ah, Timothy.
- All right?

- Just brought these round for her.
- Yeah, fine.

Ah, Davy, you're up.
I didn't wanna knock.

- How was the sofa?
- Uh, OK.

This is Rhys, by the way.
Viv's... Miss Mae's brother.

You're one of her pupils then, are you?

- What are you doing here?
- That's nice.

On my way to work. I brought
that stuff you wanted, of dad's.

- Oh, OK.
- Shouldn't you be at school?

- Yeah.
- Bonjour.

I had the most
amazing dream last night.

I was making love to a man with a beard.

Hi.

I'm Sylvie. I'm French.

I am Rhys and I am Welsh.

- Hey, Hoople, are you OK?
- Yeah, I'm OK. You?

Yeah. See you later.

- What's going on?
- Oh, it's the school hall, miss.

It burnt down. We got a day off.

Christ!

Oh, no!

All clear now, love.

Oh, my God.

If I could have your
attention, please. Thank you.

Now, all classes are suspended

until the building
has been made safe.

Sporting events should go ahead
on the field,

but, uh, obviously
there will be no school show.

Otherwise, I think we should
do our best to get on with things

and get things back to normal
as soon as possible.

Now, I've just come off the telephone
to the police.

I reckon it was the wiring, Headmaster.

Those lights were dodgy
as shit anyway.

There was nothing wrong
with those lights.

- Headmaster, I have made a list...
- Oh, don't tell me.

Of all the nasty, little
troublemakers in the school.

Do you hate kids? I mean, is it all kids
or is it just the poor ones?

- Miss Mae, Vivienne...
- And I've underlined in red

all those
who have a history of delinquency.

- Miss Valentine, please.
- Christ, do you ever stop, woman?!

What do you wanna do? You wanna
feel the bumps on their heads next?

Someone has burnt half
the fucking school down!

- Language, please.
- So let us stop this petty, liberal

procrastination and take control
of the situation.

We are fiddling while Rome burns!
Action must be taken!

You see, that's it.
"Petty, liberal procrastination."

That is what you think
self-expression is.

And God forbid that you would ever go
the extra mile to find out

what those kids are actually good at!

Well, it is no surprise
that the fire started where it did.

What is that supposed to mean,
you condescending cow?!

- Please, ladies, please!
- It is perfectly obvious!

Please! Now, if you'd just listen to me.

I've just been on the telephone
to the police.

They've informed me that
as of half an hour ago,

they've taken in Kenneth Loder
for questioning.

Miss Mae.

I even fucked up being a teacher.

Maybe being a teacher
isn't as easy as it looks.

Anyway, who says you fucked it up?
Everybody says you're a great teacher.

- Who says I'm a great teacher?
- Your two nutty friends.

It meant such a lot to me, this show.

I thought it meant a lot
to them, too, you know.

Half the time he couldn't even be
bothered to turn up to rehearsals.

That is what kids do. They skive off.
It's their job.

I never did that.

You know your trouble, don't you?

You have got high expectations.

Whereas I have always had
low expectations,

which is why I never disappoint myself.

You should try it sometime.

- Lowering your expectations.
- I don't wanna end up like you.

- Two chips, please, Mrs Wong.
- Bloody fantastic.

"Hi, Hoople", she said, "see you later."

And now there won't be
any fucking rehearsals.

Fuck! Just my bastard luck!
Fucking Kenny.

See, I don't think it was him.
I think it was Angus.

You know he's always setting stuff
alight. You know, blowing things up.

- Ah, you can talk.
- True.

Lots of salt and vinegar,
please, Mrs Wong.

A lot more than you'd think acceptable.

See, he's always got that fucking
lighter on him as well.

- You know what I mean?
- Well, he does smoke.

Are you the fuckers
that dropped my brother in it?

- Oh, fucking hell, Hoople!
- Let's fucking have them!

Come back!

- You're fucking dead!
- Let's fucking get them!

You fucking pricks!

Come here!

Come on!

Let's have them!

- Fucking wankers!
- Let's fucking get them!

Let's have 'em!

- Oi, leave him alone!
- Fuck off!

I said fucking leave him alone!

- Is that right?
- Come on, then!

Oi, leave him alone, you lot!
I'll call the police.

- Fuck off, you wanker!
- Fucking wanker!

- Hoople? You all right, or what?
- Fuck.

It's not the first time,
to be honest with you.

- It's boys, innit?
- Is this him?

No, it's my eldest boy, Davy.

- Everything all right?
- Angus is not at your mother's no more.

Had an argument with her boyfriend
a couple of nights ago.

Run off, hasn't come back.

- Well, where is he now?
- Well, he's gone missing, ain't he.

Again?

Look. Fucking broke them. Jesus Christ.

- Look at 'em.
- Could have broken it.

- You bastard!
- Lewis, don't.

Why him? You're my best mate,
for fuck's sake.

- That's way out of order.
- I knew he'd act like this.

You dumped me. I thought it was 'cause
of your dad. You fucking used me.

- Why are you so angry, Lewis?
- Because you're my sister. You can't.

- Why not?
- He's in the band, you dozy cow,

- that's why not.
- Shut up, Hoople.

- So?
- You just don't get it, do you?

Look, mate, there's some things
you just don't do.

Piss off, Hoople. Just piss off!

All right, then. I will.

Swig?

Thanks.

Talked to your mother.

She said Angus has been spotted
hanging round the arcades

down by the fair in Porthcawl.

Well, that's a relief, innit?

- How come?
- Well...

...means it couldn't have been him
that started that fire, doesn't it?

I mean, if he was in Porthcawl
last night...

He's probably gone
round Nan's by now.

I'll go round in the morning.

Shame about the show, huh?

You worked hard for that, son.

So, what are you gonna do, Miss Mae?

We used to put on these little concerts
in our back garden.

Directed by me, of course.
Starring me, obviously.

Accompanied by Rhys on his plastic
Woolworth Beatles guitar.

God, I wish I'd had
a bossy sister like you.

So, what are you gonna do?

He always encouraged me, my dad.
That's the thing.

"Don't let the bastards grind you down."

Oh, that was his favourite quote,
even when he was ill.

- Karl Marx?
- Yeah, well, it's...

...actually got a lot more impact
in the original German.

Right, I think I spotted some sherry
in the kitchen. From Christmas.

- Really?
- Technically it's an aperitif, I know.

- Well, it hasn't rained all summer.
- Beg your pardon?

- It hasn't rained all summer.
- Very good.

- Yeah. If it rains, it rains.
- It is called "The Tempest."

Oh, yeah, it is called "The Tempest,"
Headmaster, very funny, yeah.

Yes, good idea.

I think Shakespeare would approve.
Out there in nature, under the stars.

Yes, yes, yes, yes, well, well...

Yes. Yes, Headmaster.
Right, I'll see you later.

Bye-bye.

I've seen so many
of these over the years.

The children never get any older,
do they?

It's just the rest of us.

You know the police
have released Kenneth Loder?

- I didn't know that, no.
- Yeah, lack of evidence, apparently.

So the culprit is still
out there somewhere.

You thought about my proposal, then?

Now, I know you think I'm an old fogy,
but during the war,

when I was in the Services,
we used to put shows on all the time.

Raise morale, that sort of thing.
We had such fun.

And those shows, well, I'd like to
think that they made a difference.

- Shall I take that as a yes, then?
- Extreme times call for

extreme measures,
don't you think, Miss Mae?

Not that there's a war on now,
of course, but, uh, you get my drift?

There's always a war on, Headmaster.

What about Miss Valentine?
Is she the future?

"O brave new world
that has such people in't."

Kenny, what are you doing here?
Are you all right?

I bet you think it was me an' all,
don't you? Who started the fire.

- No, I don't.
- Well, good. Because it wasn't.

- I'm putting the show back on.
- No.

No way. No way, miss.
Everybody fucking hates me.

No, everybody hates me.

You don't have to play Caliban.

Just do a couple of lines.
I got another part for you.

Come on, let's show 'em.

A devil, a born devil.

On whose nature Nurture can never stick.

On whom my pains humanely taken, all...

All lost, quite lost.

And as with age, his body uglier grows,

so his mind canker.

I will plague them all, even to roaring.

Even to roaring!

Roaring!

Most sure, 'tis the goddess
on whom the music attends.

Most sure, 'tis the goddess
on whom the music attends.

O you wonder!
Tell me if you be maid or no.

O you wonder!
Tell me if you be maid or no.

Davy? I'm off to work now.

Good luck for tonight.

No wonder, sir, but certainly a maid.

Yeah, that sounds nice.

More work. Let me remind you
of what you promised me

which has not yet been performed.
My liberty.

- Go on.
- Be not a feared,

the isle is full of noises,
sounds and sweet airs

that give delight and hurt not.

Need a hand?

I said I'm sorry, Lew.

Fuck's sake, Lewis.

One last gig?

It's a god-awful small affair

To the girl with the mousy hair

But her mummy is yelling, "No"

And her daddy has told her to go

But her friend
is nowhere to be seen

Now she walks through
her sunken dream

To the seat with the clearest view

And she's hooked to the silver screen

But the film is a saddening bore

For she's lived it ten times or more

She could spit in the eyes of fools

As they ask her to focus on

Sailors fighting in the dance hall

Oh, man, look at those cavemen go

It's the freakiest show

Take a look at the lawman

Beating up the wrong guy

Oh, man, wonder if he'll ever know

He's in the bestselling show

Is there life on Mars?

Hi, hi, my hearts.

Cheerily, cheerly my hearts.

Take down the topsail.

Tend to the master's whistle.

Blow to thou, blow my wind.

Down with the top mast.

A plague upon this howling!

I've been thinking now

For a long time

How to go

My own separate way

It's a shame to think

About yesterday

It's a shame

A shame

A shame

A shame

Our revels now are ended.

And these, our actors,
as I foretold you,

were all spirits
and are melted into air,

into thin air.

And like this
insubstantial pageant, faded,

leave not a rack behind.

We are such stuff
as dreams are made of,

and our little life
is rounded with a sleep.

Sailin' away on the crest of a wave

It's like magic

Oh, rollin' and ridin'
and slippin' and slidin'

It's magic

And you

And your sweet desire

You took me

- Oh
- Higher and higher, baby

It's a livin' thing

It's a terrible thing to lose

It's a given thing

What a terrible thing to lose

And I'm takin' a dive

Halt the slide

Takin' a dive
'cause you can't halt the slide

- Floating downstream
- I'm takin' a dive

Oh, so let her go
Don't start spoiling the show

- It's a bad dream
- I'm takin', I'm takin'

And you

And your sweet desire

- Don't you do it
- You took me

Higher and higher, baby

It's a livin' thing

It's a terrible thing to lose

It's a given thing

What a terrible thing to lose

It's a given thing

What a terrible thing to lose

It's a livin' thing

It's a terrible thing to lose

It's a given thing

What a terrible thing to lose

It's a livin' thing

What a terrible thing to lose

It's a given thing

What a terrible thing to lose

It's a livin' thing

What a terrible thing to lose1

- Next, we have the last song -
- recorded with Ben Gould.-

- Yes, the new single from -Global -
Heresy -,- Throw Me A Line -.

HERESIA GLOBAL

Your lordship.

Thank you.

Your lordship.

Production

Good morning, Charles.
Thank you, Benson.

-Have you packed your bags, Margaret?-
- Yes sir.

And we, Benson, have we packed?

- Yes sir.
- Yes sir.

I will arrive
during the next hour.

-Undoubtedly, sir.-
- Benson,

you hate me
with all the fibers of your body?

Undoubtedly, sir.

You ?! Deaf like a door!

Not all fibers, your lordship.

Argument

Realization

You'll have lots of fun.

I was told that a final thought,
Benson.

- The best in Middleton-on-Sea.
-Forgive me the question, sir,

but what about the girls?
- Nothing, Benson.

That's the goal, nothing at all.

And where
Will your lordships stay?

With some friends.

Friends, sir?

Here you have your working capital
for the week.

- Do not waste it.
-Let's try not to, sir.

- Bye, Margaret.
- Bye, Benson.

Goodbye, Benson.
Goodbye, Margaret.

In recent times,
Benson has become insolent.

Maybe he suspects something.

I noticed you've been peeking,

When did that woman come?
of the rental agency.

He does not know.

He can not know.
No one will know.

Creed.

This is fantastic!

The Global Heresy
are sweeping the world

but this is a tour
which can never be realized.

I still do not know anything
of the band's founder, Ben Gould,

that is gone
More than two months have passed.

At today's press conference,
the world will know for the first time

his successor, Nathalie Bevan.

Why did Ben do it?
Decided to leave?

Did you anticipate what happened?

-Was he depressed?-
- Here is what he said:

-This band can never
continue without one of us. -

We found someone who is more
than fit to be our bass player.

Ladies and gentlemen, Nat.

The Press Release
It is very interesting to read,

studio musician, played with some
of the best musicians,

first time in a band.

But who is Nat Bevan anyway?

-But who is Nat Bevan anyway?-

How to be a woman
in the world of rock?

How to be a man
in the world of journalism?

- I have to work hard.
- She's good.

It has a little -far is-
but we can remedy that.

-Have the servants arrived?-
-No, and I already paid,

but you will hear when they arrive.

Then you'd better come and help me.
to unload the car, Charles.

I'm not a porter.

Champagne first ?!

Why push the boat
When can we sink it soon ?!

There's a rumor that neither your publisher
heard your new songs.

Actually, this boils down to
to something very simple.

We do not want the publisher interfering
while we create, right?

Do you realize?

This is not good.

- You idiots! What are you?
- Fools, sir.

Never, never leave the artist.
have control of their own music,

they end up playing what they want.

The conditions they imposed on us
was the control of his creativity.

That's why we're going to give them
a 90-page contract.

-What the big letters give them,
the little ones take away. -

So let's renegotiate
their contract.

- Who the hell are you ?!
- James Chancellor. Hospitality.

Jim will take care of the band.
while at the retreat.

At this moment they are vulnerable
because they do not have an agent.

Very well, my son,
Tell me your idea. Let's go.

I did the following: I gave them a
part of the profits of the merchandise.

T-shirts - and posters. Meanwhile
they rubbed their hands together,

we put them down
with a subtle clause

that we do not even remember that he is there.
- Yes, it's fine. Come here.

I loved it! I loved it!

-But do they fall for it?-
- I'll bet my job on that.

So you just did it, my son,
You just did it.

Next week they will be hiding
in a secret location in England.

Are we going to be hiding?
Apparently we'll be hiding.

Who does it say
that this -disappearance-

it's not just a publicity stunt.

Fights!
It's costing me a fortune!

- Jim, where are you taking us?
-In the past, to an old house.-

Old as Keith Richards?
- Older than this, older ...

... think of Pilgrim Fathers
and adds a few more years.

The house of Lord Foxley and his wife.
In the end, miserable.

Great, ch in the garden.
with the -Huffington-Gruffingtons-.

Do not worry, they will not.
be there on the weekend.

It was not without time!
-Employee Recruitment-?

How was -it-? Who speaks?

The order picker?
They do not operate? Debts?

Impossible, last week
received a check for £ 2,000!

Do not tell me in -written complaint-,
his boring little man.

I paid for a cook and a butler
and I want them now, you hear?

Nat, do you have any men in your life?

A woman with your luggage
Surely there is a man.

Or a woman.

Now they're all lsbic.

- Charles, do not start.
- Everything's over! Soon, it's canceled!

Great, that's splendid.

Then you have to add other
6,000 pounds to the 2,000 we lost.

"Six thousand pounds ?!
- You're the lawyer, you signed the contract.

penalization if we do not comply
our part of the rental agreement.

We only have an hour
to arrange substitutes.

Maybe I'll phone Ms. Mote.
of West Flaxington and her husband.

Never! No one in the village
can know our position.

Charles, let's get 8,000 more pounds.
poor if we do not find two people.

Two people.

No.

If you think a man
in my position he would humble himself

to the point of being a servant in your
you're very much mistaken.

You forgot your gloves,
he always wears gloves.

- Use it? I never noticed that, Diana.
- No, Diana, Margaret.

Benson.

Charles, they're here!

Think of the house, Charles,
life as we know it.

Cusus!

They brought the children,
no one spoke in children.

I'm James Chancellor
and these are the -Global Heresy-.

Forgiveness

Well, you are not at all
the target audience, right?

Alfred!
You got a pretty -batcaverna-, man.

- Mine, this is huge!
- Good, Jeeves.

Carl. Carl.

- Hi, I'm Nat.
- The girl is Nat.

Ol .

Ol .

I assume their parents
come later

As far as I know, no, my friend.

- Gear box?
- Because.

Employee, you?
other suitcases, thank you.

Did he call me an employee?

- Good!
- This is the hallway.

Look at the acoustics, man.

Look at this.

At least I did something well.

En garde, my friend.

Young man, I demand an explanation.

We were told that Foxley Hall had
been leased by a multinational,

to ICI or IBM or something like that.
- MGI.

- Right. Not this bunch of kids.
- International Music Group (MGl).

And the band of kids are the most
famous in the last 5 years.

- So they're the musicians?
- The best.

And they came to heaven to have peace,
quiet and some time for them.

This means that no one
can you know that you're here?

so I could not announce
your arrival.

So I suggest that you announce
the departure of them, I do not work it.

Now I'm worried,
the servant is revolting.

- Well, let me know ...
- Benson.

I get it.

Are you thinking newspapers loved
know where they are hiding.

How much do you want? Hundred?

If you think I'm ...
- Benson!

- Two hundred.
- Three hundred.

Three hundred pounds?
- Each.

Bonnie.

Clyde.

Look at them, they're good kids.

As you wish, sir.

- This is a room!
- Flit, Flit, look at this picture!

No way, that's pathetic, man.
You can not do this, man.

Come on!

Screw you!

Man, this house would be awesome.
if I had not been so old!

This room is mine.
- Look, there's a f !

- Flit!
- I think the mattress is a Sealy.

Your mother has no teeth,
That's great for her job.

What's the matter, my good man?

Can you tell me
Where is the hydroponics room?

-Igor, give me some help with the sound.-
- Forgiveness?

- When you signal, right?
- Forgiveness?

Give him a little pulse.
A little Townsend.

He wants you to play the ropes.

Play on the ropes.

- Could be worse, the noise.
-Again, my friend.

Do not settle. They asked for drinks.
and a guided tour of the house.

Then you will do them the will.

Willingly.

The ingredients to make dinner
they are in the fridge

And here we have the gallery of pictures.

The first Earl of Foxley,
it was he who built the house.

So, guys, they liked to rest.
your "balls" on that chin?

Like father Like Son.
Look at this guy.

Look at the size of his nose!

- What a noble woman.
- Anne Selway, wife of the 2nd Earl.

-What a noble feeling.
-The Earl must have had a great penis.-

Are you kidding? The marriage was
combined, they just wanted someone handsome.

They can not seem to eliminate
that ugly gene.

-Appearances are not everything.
-Is that the motto of the family, Benson?-

What a weird face.

Oh my God, I forgot to forget.
to show you something in the office.

Benson, this guy
You look really ugly, man.

UGLY.

You do not have a libi, ugly.
Ugly, ugly!

I was showing the guests the
pictures of Lord Foxley's relatives

of s c. XVII and XVIII.
- Then you can continue, Benson.

After a brief break, we returned
to see the Scs. XIX and XX.

Margaret, do not be happy for me.
family beings in those pictures?

No. Exactly.
I have the new contract with me.

Yes I know,
five signatures, exactly.

I'll get you a tape.
with new music.

Yes, sir, all the music
what to get. Yes.

No, I did not forget.
All right, goodbye.

- Fucking fat.
- What did you call me?!

Nothing, the car.
I was skating in the grass.

- Great.
- Angry!

Have you lost the notion of reality?

- Shut up and do some chores.
-Margaret, the room has a great sound.

Gentlemen, I would say that we have
a quiet week ahead.

- Nat, you were the best!
- I heard the tapes.

They heard a sound in the
the middle one? They all spread out.

-At the 1st concert there were three people.
-And there were only four teeth between them.-

Beef stew.

- Stew of heavy meat.
- a 7.1 on the -Richtor- scale.

Bon app tit.

Thank you, Margaret.

- Let's try.
- Here we go.

Do not get into it.

This is a sample
or our food?

You know what? I think tonight
I'm going to be a vegetarian.

This vegetable is only a vegetable, not
a cohesive unit.

Barbarians.
They are no more than barbarians.

- Is that so bad?
- Worse.

I'll hire some tomorrow.
substitutes to be insulted

and ridiculed by these children
unpleasant, barbaric and dipsomaniacs.

- Good night.
-And the lawn does not wash?-

I think this is the department
From Margaret, Benson goes to bed.

- Charles ...
- What's it?

Sleep tight.

Hello, boy.

- Hello.
- Hey, Benson.

- I thought you found something.
- Because you thought wrong.

I thought? Can I assure you
which will sleep very comfortably.

- Are you being kind?
- Gentle? Yes.

Out.

-There's a hair on my bed.-
Of course she is.

- And where are we sleeping?
In the servants' wing, of course.

Here, grab it.

He's got plastic legs, you know?

- Good Morning.
- Good Morning.

This is so beautiful here.
Should be so much work.

Yes, Benson
spend half his life here ...

... n o , Benson?
Yes, it's true, I will.

I spend most of my life
with my flowers.

- What's the name of these?
These are the white balloon flowers.

Seriously?

- So, how are you?
-They're pink campins.-

- Pink camp?
- Yes.

Let me guess, these
Are not violet jasmins-of-virginia?

-I thought you did not know anything about flowers.-
- I'm learning fast.

Okay.

-Benson had not resigned?-
- After sleeping on the subject,

I think it's our duty
civilize these savages.

-They'll get better for it.-
- Yeah, and so did we.

Financial considerations have not
nothing to do with my decision.

- Potatoes.
- For breakfast?

French fries, a special request.

French fries?

Last night
Benson tried to -eat me.-

- Do not knock me.
- I 'm serious.

- Thanks.
Thank you, Benson.

So, Benson,
Did you sleep well last night?

- It could have been more comfortable.
- I bet I do.

French fries, finally.

-A horse!
My kingdom for a horse! -

Please, sit down, sir.

-Beauty is a standard that in
your lips and cheeks. -

- Park that metal bump.
- Thanks.

Dave, do you want some sugar?
with your charro?

Benson, sit down, eat with us.

Not suitable for servants
with the guests.

No, absolutely.
Come, we have coffee, we have tea.

No, thank you.

- Sit down.
Benson, sit down.

- Black potatoes.
Try to make an effort, Charles.

And what is said to a young man
American debauchery

with black armor
of s c. XVII dressed?

Ol .

- What?
- Hello.

I'm just checking
the sound quality.

- A drink?
He loved a glass of red wine.

- What?
- Red wine.

- Where are you?
- In the kitchen.

Do not scream.

- What are you thinking, Nat?
- I do not know, the rhythm has no joy.

In some places I have been very restrained,
I felt we were all contained.

But music is good, seriously.
The arrangements and the letters.

- Of the best you've written.
- Thank you.

That's the bass part.

We do not want to rewrite
the bottom part, just teach it.

She has a reason, Flit.
- Calm,

if she wants to experience something,
leave it.

- Let's try it, okay?
- Yeah.

We will try.
If we do not like it, we do not.

God, Benson, if this thing comes out,
you can never recover it again.

Beware.

Shit.

- Malta, listen to this.
- Flit, what does it say?

- Do not worry, you do not want to know.
- Listen to this.

Nat Bevan, the gil and new bassist
transmits a safe air,

air of who already lived it before,

the girl everyone likes

-and that all respect.-

My comment was cool, do not you think?

- You smell like my shoes.
- As you wish.

- Flit, what have you got?
- It's okay, Jim.

- Come on, l.
- I can not, okay? I'm dyslexic!

Disl xicos Aletrados.

Disl xicos Aletrados.

- You got it? Aletrados. Changed.
Yes, Benson, I think you did.

Come on, throw it out!
Throw it out!

This shit works!
They call him -Heimlich,- Benson.

I just saved a life!

You want 200 pounds
for six glasses of wine ?!

- Unsubstitutable family goods.
- They look more like offers from the petrol station.

And we have the ashtray of s c. XIV which
They left yesterday, a very rare piece.

You're telling me that 200 years ago
before the discovery of tobacco?

Screw you. I think we have to think
not emotional trauma.

- I'm glad you mentioned it ...
- Forget it, Benson.

Do not do this!

Need some help, Margaret?

-Are you trying to tell me something, David?-
- No.

Well, by any chance ...

... the only person I know
which burns a pan with water.

- What exactly is this?
That was potatoes.

Because you do not sit here,

we have a chair here. Ready.

- Let's get started again?
- I think it's a good idea.

Everything is there, black on white.
Posters, t-shirts, to the crach s.

- A lot of merchandise.
- What about the numbers?

- What's the counterpart?
- There's no counterpart.

the shape of Tony Manson
Thank you.

You have been very,
very good for us.

Okay, but we need to
some time to think.

Of course they do, of course.

So have until
at the weekend to sign.

Until the weekend?

I think it will end up offending
if they take longer.

Why drag the feet?

V l , it's a lot of money.

Well, if he likes it so much of us
now, I'll wait until the second.

Exactly.

Sit down. Sit down.

- Sit down.
- Chancellor, take it easy.

Dinner is served.

Where did this come from?

- Did you really do that?
- With the help of my sous-chef.

Believe me, I did it all.
The age of chivalry has not died.

Maybe tonight is lucky.

Romeo and Juliet?

I was looking for
of that quote from David:

"Beauty is a standard that in
your lips and cheeks. "

I thought it was very cheeky.

Had the sensitivity
to omit the last sentence.

And the pale flag of death
It does not come far.

"But really, Charles, I'm old.
- Shoot.

We are old
when we feel old.

Yes, I'm afraid you're right.

Pass the charro, man!

Next, bro!

I'll light another for joy.

You're a coral tree.
Yeah.

Her beautiful little thing,
To a coral tree.

That's right, exactly.
I've found you in my book.

Crazy.

Beautiful little dog. C ozinho good.

I do not know where he is,
but we started without it.

Nat, you can try your verse,
right? Are we all in agreement?

It was really good!

You're good.

- Have you worked on that?
- I just let it out.

- What did you think?
- What do we think?

Good? How good is it?
Better than Ben?

For,
was much better than Ben.

So I think we should forget.
Ben and all the things he did.

- She ... We go all behind her.
- She has a name.

You want to change your mind, Flit?
Give up? Lower your arms?

The tape is doing very well, boss.

- Have you signed up?
- No, not yet, but you'll sign it.

As much as you know the money without
counterparts, why not sign it?

Because money without compensation
does not exist.

People buy your records,
they do not buy

Beer?

At the beginning when we signed the agreement
with you tried to squeeze us.

For me, if this is true,
why so rush to sign?

My grandfather said: "In the world
arrive for the needs of all,

-but not for the benefit of all.-
- He died destitute.

Excuse me, are you finished yet?
Thank you.

- Beer?
- No, thank you.

- You want one?
- No, thank you.

- Beer?
- No, thank you.

So the others agree with Leo?

How good, no?

- Beer?
- No, thank you!

Great. This is fantastic.
Who wants a democracy?

No, sir, they did not sign.

What can I say?

I'm a fucking idiot.
I'm a fucking idiot!

- Chief, if you hear me.
- Jimmy!

If you hear me, I have a plan.

Yes, I'm sure it will work.

Yes, I have an idea ...
My mother is dead, sir.

You can not exhume it.
was cremated. Excuse me.

I'm going to cut Benson's lawn.

- Did you see Margaret?
- No.

- You want a break?
- No, thank you.

It was a man on a lawn mower.

If, when throwing the ball, put the p
on the white line, not valid.

This means that they can not
stay out, be thrown, caught

or even eliminated by the arbitrator,
but of course, they can be expelled.

Whatever happened, the ball did not
will be one of six of the final set,

and will have another round of bonuses,
either throw the ball or not.

Is it clear? I think it's very
clear. Did you notice the rules?

I used to notice.

Do not worry, to the extent
that we play is remembering.

You're out!

Out!

What's this called?

Listen, throw the damn ball!

- Oh, no.
- Oh yeah.

I'll get my wallet.

Creed!

This is stupid, man.

After you see this, the "Monster
of the Blue Lagoon "is no more than a tadpole!

- You have to smoke less alfalfa.
- Too much grass.

When you thought it was safe
back to the lake here is Girino Mutante 6.

If you're looking for your towel,
it's there on the left.

Just a little more.
No, to the left. You're almost there.

- He's right behind you.
- Left, left.

This impudent, should not look
for that, those ...

Do not disturb the fish,
We better get back.

- Back, all back.
- Margaret, this is so cool ...

I have sandwiches and drinks
Waiting for you on the shore.

And Mr. Chancellor
Are you waiting for me to rehearse?

Well, Mr. Chancellor
Are you waiting for me to rehearse?

Do you have any with butter?
of peanut and banana, Margaret?

Come on, this way. This way.

- Uncle Charles, I had ...
- Do not say a word.

I completely forgot that she
Usually comes at this time of year.

The time of mating of tritens
does not come properly on the calendar

together with the anniversary
the Lent and the Queen-m e.

- What did you tell him?
- All, I had no choice.

You think she's going to play the game?

I told her that if she dared
to tell someone

gave a lethal dose
from poison to fish.

- Charles, you're not going to do this!
- Of course not,

but you should have seen her face.

- That's weird.
- Weird?

See you smile again.

Come on! Come on! Come on!

You keep dragging yourself, Flit.
You're trying too hard.

What? To try too hard?
You're playing badly.

Can you listen to the others for a second?

Here is a high moment,
you must prove it.

She was doing it, Flit.
- Shut up, Dave.

- I'm just trying on something.
- Yes? Why do not you try everything?

We're done! We spent the whole day
trying to finish music!

Do not miss an opportunity
to make a solo.

What's the matter, Flit? This does not
to do with music, why not?

I do not know what your problem with me is.

I'm listening, I'm following you,
I'm not fighting anything.

There are a million people who do not
they cared to have your place.

What hurts you inside, the fact
You have not come here alone.

- You're taking our ride.
- Flit.

The difference between you and
Ben that he likes us,

It's part of our family.
and respects us as musicians.

He could play with us,
it did not go over everything.

You know I'm not
to go over nothing.

And Ben is not here.
to help you now, why not?

- Do not worry, he'll be back.
- And then I go down in history, right?

- You bet, sweetheart.
- You patronizing cretin!

You know what? Let's burn.

Let's smoke some charritos.
and do yoga or something like that.

I'm just trying to play this song.
how I know.

I'm not Ben.
nor am I trying to be him.

According to my experience,
if we want to do a good song,

we have to play with her
have some fun

- That's just what I'm trying to do!
- Your experience ?! In what?

As a prostitute
of one-hour sessions?

- Fuck you, Flit!
- Listen, Flit ...

- Fades away!
- Stop it, are you okay?

Fuck you!

You fucking idiots!
Fucking assholes!

- This is going to be marked.
- Are you okay?

- I'm fine.
- Margaret! This room sucks!

This is what you see in the Teletubbies,
I warned them.

Let's search
another place to rehearse.

You know what? I'll take this.
You take the rest, Flit!

- Are you okay?
- I am.

That boy is very upset.
You must understand, Margaret,

Flit and Ben ...

... they were very close,
they were like brothers.

- What happened to Ben?
- We had a concert in Washington

Ben got a taxi to
the Chesapeake Bay in Smith Point.

It's good, everything they found
it was his clothes on the beach.

Cusus!

You know, Margaret, unintentionally.
lack respect, I'm stoned,

Can we talk about happy things?

- What does he want?
- Do not worry, Nat.

If it was someone else, Flit
annoyed her the same, do not mind.

- It's ridiculous.
- You're the best, Nat. Good.

Yeah, you look fantastic.

You leave the rhythm as it loosens,
walk drift.

It was good, it was like walking on water.

Here's a kind of Hospitality to talk about.
as a great musician.

- I've had some time in administration.
- Serious?

Would not you pay?

- Who wants to be in the administration?
- All kinds of Hospitality.

AND?

They were a band of girls,
young, beautiful,

totally devoid of any
musical ability. They were going to be famous.

But we lost the lead singer
during a sound test.

Columns were on
it is not wrong.

She switched on the guitar for a second
in the support of the micro and was caught.

It took with a huge
electric discharge

Creed.

What an idiot
What would bind a few columns badly?

It's your turn.

Good Morning.

The cure for my mother's hangover.

- What?
- Do not ask.

I know how you feel.

- Have you drunk enough?
- J .

My God, last night.
I've done something much better.

Whatever it is, do not let it
that gains another dimension.

Try to solve everything
in a quieter way ...

... and enjoy what you have here.

AND...

I want you to apologize to your
friends for their behavior.

Yes?

- Damn, I'm sorry.
- No, do not worry.

Listen, very much, very sorry.
for the things he said.

He was being an asshole,
It does not happen again.

Are you being flattering, Flit?

You're right, I'm changing too much.
I'm going to drop some sounds.

No, actually I think you should
continue to change things,

I think you should change the songs
as much as you can.

I think the music needs that.

I do not know if I'll ever notice.

If you ever notice,
Tell me what you found.

You can send me a postcard,
I'm at the end of the hall.

Are you still checking the sound?
- Yes.

Bingo.

- Margaret.
- No. I do not.

- I never looked good in the pictures.
- That's bullshit.

I have an idea. Do you have rolls?

- Rolls?
- Yeah, those things for the hair.

I think so,
I have not used them in years.

Ol .

I just came to apologize for yesterday,
for appearing by surprise.

- To one of the American musicians?
- Yes.

- Maybe you already heard our music.
- No, I do not think so.

Seriously? I'm lyricist,
I write songs.

Margaret told me
You're writing a book.

My college thesis.

About mating habits
of the salamanders?

Trit es. They may be amphibian with tail,

but are not part of the class urodelo
of Salamandridae.

- You better go.
- What?

Now that we were together
to know each other?

What do I have to do
to get rid of you

Triturus Cristatus,
the Great Crest Triton.

- What are you doing?
- To mate.

- Is that mating?
- You can go now. Give me the oar.

Do you want to have some coffee?
when we get back?

You think they do not take off?
What do you think?

Maybe I'm a bit over the top.

- No, I think Benson will love it.
-I'm not so sure.-

Ready,
lost for a hundred, lost for a thousand.

- Let's do it.
- Great.

You're a very nice lady, Margaret.

- - Yo, - Benson.
- - Yo, - Carl.

- Are you busy?
- Not now.

I'll get you out of the canasta, boss.

Does it have to be so vulgar? And because
that David does not play with you?

- David the fisherman?
- David the fisherman.

David, you need more wrist.

Pulse, give him more pulse.
So ordinary.

Fly fishing
It is a great art.

- Mmmm master!
That was very handsome.-

How the hell does he do that?

Benson! This lake is bullshit, man.

of the rainfall, my, that.

Jimmi Hendrix would have thrived
in the year 2000.

- Do not worry.
- Look at Margaret.

And on! What a boast, Margaret!
This is your doing, Nat?

Thank you, David.

- Do you like it?
- Love.

What the hell did you do?

- Look, the naked girl.
- What are you doing here?

-Georgia is coming to live with us.
He insisted.

- Insisted?
Take your bags, Benson.

- Get her bags?
- Listen well, her aunt and uncle ...

... the Lord and the Lady. They oblige her to
to camp by the river the whole Ver o.

Nor do they let her stay inside the house,
and they are of the same blood.

Jimmy, you were right,
They're two crazy old men.

- Forgiveness?
-Well, according to the woman in the agency.

- You foolish, sloppy woman.
-Take your bags, will you, Benson?-

- Maybe this is not a good idea.
- No, young man, that's not a good idea.

The decision is not yours, Benson, she stays.

That's right, Benson, Georgia stays.

Look at me. The world
It's falling down on me.

As for me, this is not bad.

The bastard daughter of Lou a
My sister comes to live with us.

Charles! For the love of God,
You could talk about Georgia like that.

My house is infested
of offenders,

and my wife walks by the bumps
like a curious old chorus girl.

You old temperamental irritant!

- Here you go, my friend.
- A cassette.

Bye.

Wicker basket made by virgins,

two hundred and ... no, 250 pounds.

"I'll leave if you want, Uncle.
- No, please stay.

I'm making a good sum
for your stay and thought.

Why do you hate me so much?

I do not hate you. I let you use my
For your studies, do not I?

You know what I mean. All life
You only tolerated me and me.

Your mother is a disgrace
for our family.

- My mother made a mistake.
- I know, I'm looking at it.

A person can not have children.
out of wedlock. It's not fair.

Fair?
What has righteousness to do with it?

Right! I wanted to say right.
It's not right.

How could you have behaved?
that way? Are you listening to me ?!

Yes.

I had to use all my powers
of persuasion to keep it from departing.

To an old misgina, embirrento
and intolerant of the first order!

- -Mis gino- is a word?
- Now, you gave her life.

I have an offer to make
to our esteemed lyricist, Leo.

These are your copyright
of the first album, sales in Europe.

Seriously?

How much did you do?

I think they love us in Europe.

How much do we love in Europe?

I think this is between Leo
your accountant, do not you think?

- $ 400,000 ?!
- Are you kidding me?

Divide and command,
The oldest trick of the book.

Conquer and rule?

Well, this one also exists for some
years. Can you just wait a second?