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♪ Heman dubh hirio

♪ Heman dubh hirio

♪ Leaving the lews to leeward

♪ Blithely a-sailing

♪ Seaward

♪ White the keel

♪ The curling wavelet

♪ Tosses high

♪ Spraying 'round

♪ Tawny

♪ The shelving shore

♪ Tawny the seals

♪ That rise

♪ Plunging beneath

♪ The water

♪ Plunging

♪ In sharp surprise

♪ With eyes of fear

♪ And wild alarm

♪ As the white keel

♪ Leaving the lews to leeward

♪ Blithely a-sailing

♪ Seaward

♪ White the keel

♪ The curling wavelet

♪ Tosses high

♪ Spraying 'round

♪ White the keel

♪ The curling wavelet

♪ Tosses high

♪ Spraying 'round

- I can't see how you
can say that Roy Orbison had

anything to do with Pete
Townshend whatsoever!

- Now that's just where
you're wrong, see.

Roy's use of feedback on
the guitar solo

on "Ooby Dooby"
preceded Pete's stuff

by a good six or seven years.

I'm sayin' that the
use of feedback

in the rock guitar solo goes
further back than The Who.

Further than Orbison, even.

Back to the early
electric blues players

in the '20s and '30s.

- Well, they couldn't avoid
feedback in them days,

the amps were rubbish, see.

- That's my point.

Rock and roll is not
separate from other music.

It's part of one big picture.

Like life, we're all connected.

- If you're so smart,

how come you work as
a housekeeper?

- I'm an
eccentric millionaire.

Why do you work as a gardener?

- I am a gardener.

- You've not had
your coffee yet, have you?

♪ Your magic hands

♪ Your loving eyes, a
kiss of your lips ♪

♪ Make my heart realize
I'm in love ♪

♪ I'm in love and I
know it's true ♪

- Cheeky Chops.

Can you hold, please?

Irene.

Three o'clock.

Yes, that'll be good.

Bye.

Cheeky Chops.

♪ Well, I don't know
what you got ♪

♪ But it's got me and, baby,
I'm hooked ♪

♪ Like a fish in the sea

- What exactly don't you
like about it, Mrs. Williams?

- It's a bit African.

♪ Tell me who wouldn't
fall for irresistible you ♪

- Ah, there she is.

My teenage biker princess.

- Hi, Mom.

Hi, Gordo.

- Oh, my God.

Look at you.

You look like you slept in
a tumble dryer.

- Hmm.

- Come here.

- Can I have 20 pounds , please,
Mom?

- Why?

- Well, I need currency
to have a viable existence

in a capitalist society.

- Ask a silly question.

- Why are you always
asking me for money?

- I'm a teenager,
it's our thing.

Ta.

♪ Don't you worry about me,
'cause I'll never forget ♪

♪ There'll always be
an England ♪

♪ And England shall be free

♪ If England means as
much to you ♪

♪ As England

♪ Means to me

♪ Talk about how
right you feel ♪

- Poofy pop music.

♪ Blast the dough, gots to go

- Bloody hell.

- George, I love you.

I've always loved you.

You never loved me, did
you, George, did you?

Oh, George, you're not
listening to me.

- I don't blame him.

- Tragedy in the
world of music.

Rock star Paul Kerr

was rushed from his mansion
to Bristol Royal Infirmary.

The hospital has made no
statement yet,

but unconfirmed reports
are suggesting

that the musician
attempted suicide.

Let's go.

In the bus.

We're moving out.

- I thought we were
staying here tonight.

- Change of plan.

- How are
you feeling, Mr. Kerr?

- Mmm,

well, uh,

I'll probably be all right

if you set me up
with some drugs.

I'm in a lot of pain.

I think, uh, morphine
would be good.

- I'm a psychiatrist,
not a dealer.

- I don't want a psychiatrist.

I want a proper doctor.

And morphine.

- Your injuries are superficial,
you don't need morphine.

- How about some Valium?

I'm a wee bit nervous
about it happenin' again.

- Yeah.

Me, too.

You often suicidal, Paul?

- Come on.

I was drunk.

I did something stupid.

It was a one-off, I'm
not suicidal.

- You drove your motorcycle
through a second-floor window

in your house.

Would you call that the
act of a sane man?

- Hey, I'm a rock star.

I've driven cars into
swimming pools

and thrown televisions
out of windows.

It's part of the job.

Look, be reasonable.

Why would I try and kill myself?

I'm a happy guy.

I'm rich and I'm Scottish.

Doesn't get better than that.

You don't like me, do you?

I think you bring a lot
of hostility to your job.

What's the matter?

Did you have a bad childhood?

Do you still hear the lambs,
Clarice?

- Hey, you bloody kid,
get away from that bus.

That's rock and roll history,
that is.

- Grandpa!

- Still riding that little
hair dryer, are you?

I thought you'd have a
Harley by now.

- Try telling mom.

- Your mother.

White sheep of the family.

- Where's the band?

- In the pub.

- Of course.

I thought you were supposed
to be going on tour.

- Change of plan.

You know something?

I'm really jonesing for a
nice cup of tea.

- Come on, then.

- Margaret, I love you.

I've always loved you.

But you never loved me.

Did you, Margaret?

Margaret, you're not
listening to me.

- Hmm!

I don't blame her.

- Margaret?

Margaret, where are you?

- Oh, bloody hell.

♪ Envision more or less
the stress of such things ♪

♪ Another day in the
life of kings ♪

- Oh, Lord, put some
bloody clothes on.

You look like prostitutes.

♪ Take a chance and
kiss the sky ♪

♪ Moving with the change
of time, you know ♪

- What do you want?

How did you get in?

- Nice to see you, too.

Olivia let me in.

Made me fish fingers.

Delicious, they are.

- Right.

Good.

- You're, you're not
surprised to see me?

- I saw your bus in
the driveway.

You wanna get rid of that
thing before it falls apart.

- Never.

You were conceived in that bus,
girl.

That's history, that is.

- Your reprobate band are not

sleeping the night in my house.

I'm still trying to get the
smell out from the last time.

- They'll sleep in the bus.

- Where's Olivia?

- In her room,

listening to music like
any other normal teenager.

You're back late.

- I'm busy.

We're opening a new
salon in Bristol.

- Don't you want to
know why I'm here?

- Not really.

- You've heard, then.

Well, if you don't say anything,
I will.

This has gone on long enough.

- Don't you start, Dad.

I'm warning you.

You've no bloody right,
do you hear?

Just eat your fish fingers
and keep your nose out of it.

- I'm off to bed.

- Night, sweetheart.

- Mom?

- Yeah?

- Why is grandpa here?

He's sleeping on the couch,

and he hasn't done that
since nan died.

- But, he's, uh,

he's grandpa.

Who knows what he's up to.

- Night, then.

- Come here, I want
to talk to you.

When I was your age, I,

I was a bit wild.

- Yeah, grandpa said.

What happened?

- You can't be wild when
you're a parent.

It's pathetic.

- Grandpa's wild.

- I rest my case.

- You're too tough on him.

- You didn't grow up with him.

Listen,

this is important.

I wasn't much older
than you are now.

♪ I always flirt with death

♪ I would kill, but I
don't care about it ♪

♪ I can face your threats

♪ And stand up straight n'
tall and shout about it ♪

♪ I think I'm on another
world with you ♪

♪ With you

♪ I'm on another
planet with you ♪

♪ With you

♪ Another girl, another planet

♪ Yeah, yeah, another one

- Oh, my God!

You had sex with Paul Kerr!

Paul Kerr of The Love
Rats, the '80s pop star?

That's great!

Why didn't you ever tell me?

Oh, no.

You're kiddin'.

- No.

No, you're kiddin'?

- I'm absolutely serious, Mr.
Kerr.

I'm very worried about you.

- But you can't do this,
it's illegal.

- No, no.

It's called a section.

It only needs two doctors
to sign an order

saying that they think
you are a danger

to yourself or to others,

and we can keep you under
psychiatric observation

for as long as we see fit.

- Oh, Jesus Christ!

- Please don't blaspheme,

Dr. Nahar is a
born-again Christian.

- And you're worried about me?

- I think, and Dr. Nahar agrees,

that you are a danger to
yourself at this point in time.

Now, this may be a
temporary condition

brought on by some
disappointment or upset,

or it may be something
more serious.

- Like what?

- I don't know.

That's why I want to
observe you.

What if you have a
bipolar disorder

and I let you go and you
commit suicide?

I would never forgive myself.

- Dr. Nahar can forgive you.

He's a born-again Christian.

Give me drugs, then.

At least give me a beer
to take the edge off!

I'm not mad, I'm just creative!

- I don't understand why you
had to make up all that rubbish

about my father being a
Russian sailor

and dying in the cold war.

Where did you get that from?

- It was my idea.

I, I got it from a film I saw.

"Letter to Brezhnev".

Very good it was, too.

- We, we had to make up the bit

about him drownin' after
the Soviet collapse.

- I mean, uh, who could
foresee that coming, eh?

- But why?

- It, it seemed like
the right thing to do.

- Why would you tell me that?

- I didn't want you to
be part of that world,

all those, those drugs
and groupies, and stuff.

It's no place for a child.

- Right, you'd know
all about the groupies.

- Oh, don't you be cheeky
to your mother.

- Put a sock in it, Granddad.

- It wasn't what you think.

- It was.

It was Paul Kerr.

My father.

He didn't want his kid
around cramping his style.

- No.

- My father didn't want me.

- He doesn't know.

- What?

- What?

- Well,

what if he'd taken you away
with all his fancy lawyers

and given you one of those
stupid pop star kids' names
like,

like Flowerbell or, or,

Moonbeam, or Kipper
or something?

- Well, you would have grown
up the child of someone famous.

Would that be a good idea?

That'd be Julian Lennon,
Victoria Sellers,

Mickey Humperdinck.

- Shut up, Dad!

I swear to you, darling,

I did this because I
love you so much.

Hmm?

And I wanted to protect you.

I'm sorry.

- And why are you
telling me this now?

- Because your father's sick.

- Horsie goes down.

Horsie goes up.

Horsie goes down.

- Hmm.

- 500 of those deerskin,
uh, toilet seat covers.

You know, the little, uh,
fuzzy kind.

And, uh, if you can ship
those out to me right away,

I'd really appreciate it.

Because we need them
really bad in here.

All right?

What'd you say?

You only have the leopard?

I was told you had the zebra.

- Hey, Liberace.

Could you play something else,
please?

♪ That's what girls do

♪ They keep you guessing
the whole day through ♪

♪ That's what girls

♪ That's what girls do

♪ They keep you guessing
the whole day through ♪

♪ Play your emotions

♪ Push all your buttons,
it's true ♪

- I wish they'd settle down
a bit, let one of them sing.

Sounds like a competition.

- Shut up.

Doesn't matter what it
sounds like, look at 'em.

- Sam, Paul Kerr's
on line three.

- Oh, tell him I'm in Japan.

Take a message.

- Paul Kerr?

Jesus, that's a rave
from the grave.

I wonder what he wants?

- What do they always want?

I can't make a
living out of acts

that only make one album
every five years.

- He's an artist.

- He's a lousy drunk.

- Hi, Paul.

He says he's in Japan.

- This is bullshit, Janice.

Now, you put him on the
phone right now!

- Oh, I'm sorry, Paul.

He won't take the call.

- You tell that bastard I
will kill him,

if he doesn't take that
call right now!

Hi,

I'm fine.

- Yeah, of course you are.

- Don't you think it's time

you grew up and thought
of someone else

other than yourself?

Don't you think it's
about time you realized

there's other people
involved here?

It's not ju, listen to me!

- You've absolutely no
understanding of the situation.

- I understand the
situation perfectly.

I understand you're a selfish,

self-centered, useless
Australian bastard!

- Cheers, love.

Knew you'd understand.

I'll call you in a couple
of days, okay?

Bloody Scots.

Women are worse than the men.

- So, don't
you get fed up

running around the country

in this smelly old bus
with four other men?

- When you put it like that,

it doesn't sound so great,
does it?

- So why do you do it, then?

- Music.

I play the music I love
every night of the week

with friends I've known
for a long, long time.

Now, how many men of my
age do you know

that can say that?

- I don't know any men
your age except

you and the band.

- Now, you listen to me,
young'un.

No matter what your
mother may tell you,

there is an alternative to
living in a nice little house

and running a nice
little business.

There's nothing wrong with
what your mother does,

but there is nothing wrong
with what I do, either.

- I know.

Mom just worries.

- She worries too much.

You okay?

About the father thing
and all that?

- Yeah, mom and I have
arranged an appointment

to go and see him at
the hospital.

Quite excited about it in a way.

- Good.

Good.

Olivia tells me you're
going to the hospital

to see Paul Kerr.

- She wanted to.

I didn't feel I could
stand in the way of it.

- Why did you tell her that
he didn't know about her?

- Well, it's kinder if
she thinks he didn't know,

rather than he didn't
want to know.

- Don't you think there's
been enough lying?

- Don't you think you
better be going?

- I'll call you from
Wolverhampton.

- Whatever.

- Why have you got toilet
paper in your ears?

- I can't hear you.

I've got toilet
paper in my ears.

- You have a visitor.

- Finally.

- Please.

Sit down.

- Hello.

Who are you?

- You don't recognize
your father-in-law?

- My God!

Dad.

I didn't recognize you
in the leather trousers.

- Dr. Bridget,

Drew has his finger
stuck in the piano again.

- Excuse me.

I'll be right back.

- Okay, gramps, who are you?

Did Gervasi send you,
and did you bring drugs?

- Don't you call me gramps, you
degenerate Scottish bastard.

No one sent me.

- Okay.

Who are you?

- I am who I said I am.

I'm your father-in-law.

Well, sort of.

- Great.

Another loony.

You know, there's a guy out
there playin' the piano.

I think you'd really enjoy it.

- Now, you listen to me,
you bloody shit!

My granddaughter is
coming to see you.

Now, you be nice to her, or
I'll break your bloody neck,

do you understand me?

- Yeah, okay, okay, I'll
be nice to her.

- You know, 16 years ago
I could've killed you.

- Why?

- Oh, you know why.

- Sorry about that.

So, how are we doing?

- But I think we should
rally around him, you know,

cheer him up.

Look after him.

- No offense, but why?

None of us really know him.

He never comes out of the house.

I asked if he wanted
to play guitar

on music night here in the pub.

He just laughed at me.

- Well, what if he dies,

or they keep him in the
loony bin forever,

and the house is sold and
some bloody yuppie buys it,

and turns it into a crafts
shop or a bed and breakfast?

The whole village
will be crawling

with bold stockbrokers
in green wellies

practicing their comedy
Welsh accents.

Hello, boyo.

- Come on now, Graham.

That couldn't happen.

- It's happenin' all over Wales.

I say, we're better off

with our reclusive
Scottish musician.

We hardly see him,

and we're all left alone.

- Yeah, I don't want any
bloody kids coming here

stealing cars and such.

- Well, that's exactly
what might happen.

Or worse.

- What could be worse?

- What if the place were bought

by an American?

- It's our duty as a community

to gather around one
of our number

who has hit a dark patch

on life's long and winding road.

- Yeah.

What do we do?

- I have an idea.

- That's quite a story.

So, the, um,

the old man wearing the
leather trousers, he was--

- My father.

- My grandpa.

- And Paul doesn't know him?

- No.

- Well, that, that would
explain his reaction.

- Sorry about that.

We didn't know he was coming.

- I gave him a flea in his ear,

and sent him back to his
geriatric rockabilly band.

He'll keep out of it now.

He's got a gig in
Uttoxeter tonight.

- I'm, I'm sorry.

How, how are you involved here?

- Oh, I'm a longtime
family friend.

I was there the night she fu,

first met him.

Um, the night Olivia
was conceived.

I mean, I wasn't
actually in the room.

I got off with the bass
player in the support band.

Spike.

We still keep in touch.

Just Christmas cards and stuff.

He lives in Lisbon.

- Okay, that's better,
but it's still crap.

See, the piano is capable

of producing music of
atmospheric
and incandescent beauty.

You, my friend,

are turning it into an
instrument
of unspeakable torture.

Now, look.

Major chords are good for
upbeat, cheery tunes, see?

Minor chords give you a sad,
moody feel.

It's all about how
you look at it.

And discords

give you an unsettled,
strange feel.

Not that anybody around
here needs that, eh?

Eh?

All right, look, I'll
play you something.

But I have to warn you,
guitar is really my thing.

Piano's for girlies.

- Many people get very
uncomfortable

around psychiatric patients.

Perhaps you'd like to wait.

- No, no, I'm fine.

Really, I want to see him.

- We've had a long
talk about it.

It's what she wants.

- Well, maybe it's a good
idea, a shock to the system.

Better it happens in
here than on the outside

where he could hurt
himself or run to a bar.

But I'm warning you, he's
very depressed.

Don't expect much.

- Yeah!

Okay, what?

What is it?

Who are you, some kind
of born-again Christian,

talk-you-out-of-suicide squad?

Because I tell you, I
am not suicidal.

It was a simple accident

involving a bottle of
whiskey and a motorbike.

It could have
happened to anyone.

- See?

I wouldn't want you growing up
around that kind of behavior.

- Growin' up around what
kind of behavior?

What are you talkin' about?

What's goin' on?

- Harpoon Louie's.

Cardiff, 1987.

- Oh, my God.

Rebecca!

- Oh, he remembered your name.

- Of course I
remembered her name!

I dedicated a whole
album to you!

"Lost Woman".

It's got a picture of
a tiny wee lost woman

on the front cover.

- I didn't buy that one.

- Why not?

- I went off him.

- I was never into him.

I liked the Pet Shop Boys.

- This is fantastic!

And, and you've got family!

- Yes and no.

- No, this is about me.

Could we have a moment, please?

- Yes.

- What?

- That man, Gordano,

he's not my dad.

You are.

- What?

- You're my father.

That night you spent with
my mom in 1987,

I'm the result.

- Oh, no.

- Yes.

- No, no.

No way.

- Yes way.

- Oh, Jesus.

- No, his mother had a
better excuse.

- What,

oh, wow.

- That's roughly what I said.

- We must be alike, then.

Look, I'm sorry.

Uh, I don't really
know what to say.

- Do you, um, got
any other kids?

- Uh, no.

You?

- I'm 16.

- Doctor
to room two, please.

- Oh, God.

I can't take this.

I should be inside.

I'm going in.

- Hey, you promised not
to interfere.

- She's my kid.

- She's his, too.

Oh, God.

This is so Greek.

- So, uh, what are you up to?

Uh, school?

- Yeah, I'm getting
ready to leave.

- What about a dad?

Do you think, I, I mean,
that guy.

Is he like your dad?

- No.

He's mom's business partner.

He's gay.

- I was gonna say.

- Where's Paul Kerr?

- Who are you?

His sister?

His long-lost cousin?

- I'm Dorise LeFanu.

His wife.

- Forget Greek, this is
Jerry Springer.

- Mom wants me to go
into the family business.

- What's the
family business?

- Hairdressing.

Why did you try to
kill yourself?

- I didn't.

It was an accident.

It's just nobody in
here believes me.

They've sectioned me.

- Darling, oh.

Oh, I'm sorry I took so long.

Did they hurt you?

Are you all right?

Don't worry, Mr. Kerr,

we'll have you out of
here in a jiffy.

- Mary?

- It's his pet name for me.

Don't speak, my love.

Wifey is here now.

I will look after you.

It'll be okay.

- I'm havin' a very strange day.

- Impersonating a loony's wife

to help spring him
from hospital.

Yes, I suspect that's
highly illegal.

- Oh, so we could
have you arrested

for not arresting us.

- Don't start.

- Nobody will ever know.

- Why did you do this?

- What's that, then?

- You know, dress up
with, uh, and everything,

to get me out of the hospital.

- You are valued as part
of our community.

- Yeah, right.

- So don't go killing
yourself again.

- Mmm.

Apart from anything else,
it's against the law.

- It's illegal.

See?

- No, I won't.

Too many interestin'
things happenin'.

Maybe later.

Give me another whiskey.

- What the hell is going on?

- You'll wake Vince.

If he doesn't get his nap,
he goes mental.

- Never mind about that.

You can't light a fire
in my driveway!

- You can't eat a raw chicken.

- It's only a little fire.

I'll make sure they clean it up.

- I thought you were off playing
a gig in Uttoxeter tonight.

- Oh, it's canceled.

They put in a new
karaoke machine.

- Hmph!

- How did it feel,

meeting your dad for
the first time?

- I didn't really feel anythin'.

No real connection.

I don't suppose we've got
a lot in common.

- Music?

- We didn't talk about music.

I, I was in there for
five minutes.

- You don't have to talk.

If you want to know
what a musician's about,

listen to him play.

If you want to know
about your dad,

listen to his music.

- What if I want him to
know about me?

♪ Waitin' for the
right to find it ♪

♪ Now if you feel that
you can't go on ♪

♪ Because all of your
hope is gone ♪

♪ And your life is filled
with much confusion ♪

♪ And still happiness
is just an illusion ♪

♪ And your world around
is crumbling down ♪

♪ Darling, reach out

♪ Reach out, reach out for me

♪ I'll be there

♪ With a love that will
shelter you ♪

♪ And I'll be there

♪ With a love that will
see you through ♪

♪ When you feel lost
and about to give up ♪

♪ 'Cause your life just
ain't good enough ♪

♪ And you feel the world
has grown cold ♪

- Piss off!

Morning.

Oh, fuck!

I'm warnin' you.

If you're a Jehovah's Witness,

he's about to witness
your ass gettin' kicked.

- G'day, mate.

Well, you look great.

- Bloody hell!

Digger McQuade!

I thought you were dead!

- Can I ask you a question?

- All right.

- What was it like?

That night with my father?

- We met after the show.

Uh,

we were both so young.

It was before he got really,
really famous

and got into drugs
and everything.

- What did
you talk about?

- Music, mostly.

Uh,

I remember he was impressed

when I said I liked
the Four Tops.

Most people my age back
then were into Kajagoogoo.

- So you just went
back to his hotel and--

- No, I'm telling you,
it wasn't like that.

I wasn't like that.

We snuck out away

from all the other band
members and roadies,

went to Jack Williams'
fish and chip shop.

God!

It's not even there anymore.

Eventually, after we
watched the sun comin' up,

we went back to his
hotel and had breakfast.

- And that's when it happened?

- Yes.

- It was just a one-night stand?

- Well, no.

Um, he had a few days off,

so we holed up in his hotel,

and ordered room
service for 48 hours.

I told your gran I'd gone to
London to apply for college.

- Mom, you tramp!

- Don't get any ideas,

it was a stupid thing to do.

- Do you still love him?

- Don't be ridiculous.

Can't love someone unless
you know them.

We were just kids.

It seems like a
million years ago.

Like it happened to
someone else, not me.

- That sounds like a cop-out.

- Hey, I didn't cop-out.

He did.

That's the type of person he is.

- I didn't say you
weren't angry at him.

I said you still loved him.

- You're a romantic, Olivia.

You'll have to lose that
if you want to survive.

- Well, after the band split up,

I did some session
work, but it got boring.

And it wasn't like I
needed the money

after the "Lost Woman" album.

Come on, have some more.

Go on.

Eat up.

Funny looking whatsit.

Friendly, though.

- It's a llama.

- What's his name?

- Dolly.

- Dolly llama?

- It's a prestige item.

Michael Jackson's got
loads of 'em.

- Looks like a gay sheep.

- Why Loch Ness?

- I like it.

It's quiet.

- You don't like quiet.

You're a drummer.

You like big, noisy stages,

and shrill women and loud pubs.

You're Australian,
for God's sake.

- Yeah, all of that is true,
mate,

but I got a bit tired of it.

You know what I mean?

I mean, being a rock
star is all right

for a man in his 20s and 30s,

but I'm 43 years old.

I'd feel faintly ridiculous
being part of that world now.

- Never thought I'd see the day.

- Well, all right then,
why did you move down here?

- What's the best gig
we ever played?

- Giants Stadium, New York,
1989.

- No, no.

Apart from that.

- Ooh.

- Harpoon Louie's.

- In Cardiff.

- 1987.

- Yeah.

- It's a 20-minute bike
ride from here.

- So what?

You're not going to play
there again, are you?

- Nah, I don't even
think it's there anymore.

I've always liked this place,

I like this part of the
world, and I like it here.

I get peace to write music.

- Peace to isolate, more like.

Nobody to bug you as you
slowly drink yourself to death.

- Absolutely right, my
good Australian friend.

Cheers.

- I don't touch it anymore,
mate.

Been sober eight years.

- Oh, no.

You're not one of them, are you?

- What, a poof?

- You know what.

AA, 12 steps and banging
a tambourine for Jesus.

- Yeah, I'm AA all right, mate.

Don't have much to do
with Jesus, as a rule.

- You haven't come here
to convert me

to some born-again cult,
have you?

- You believe what you like,
mate.

I'm here to help you get
off the booze.

- I don't want to get
off the booze.

- Of course you do.

That's why you drove your
bike through a window.

Oh!

And by the way,

I ought to kick your ass for
killing an innocent motorcycle.

- Yeah, all right.

Look, I'm not stoppin'.

I'm havin' one later, okay?

- That's the ticket.

One day at a time.

- Yeah, yeah.

Kumbayato you, too.

♪ I was walkin' through the
jungle just the other night ♪

♪ Well, I heard a big rumble
and I thought it was a fight ♪

♪ We were lost and we listened
and began to move my feet ♪

♪ It was a jungle drum
a-doin' a knock-out beat ♪

♪ It was a jungle, jungle,
jungle, jungle rock ♪

- Those who do not recover

are people who cannot
or will not completely

give themselves to this
simple program.

Usually men and women who
are constitutionally--

♪ It was a jungle, jungle,
jungle, jungle rock ♪

♪ Well, I moved a little closer
just to get a better view ♪

♪ I saw a chimp and
monkey doin' the Suzie Q ♪

♪ Well, a gator and a
hippo was doin' the bop ♪

♪ While a great big
falcon was makin' me hop ♪

♪ It was a jungle, jungle,
jungle, jungle rock ♪

♪ Jungle, jungle, jungle,
jungle rock ♪

♪ Jungle, jungle, jungle,
jungle rock ♪

♪ Jungle, jungle, jungle,
jungle rock ♪

♪ A knock-out beat and
I had to move my feet ♪

♪ It was a jungle, jungle,
jungle, jungle rock ♪

♪ And the fox grabbed the
rabbit and did the bunny hop ♪

♪ They were all around,
just cutting a rug ♪

♪ Well, a camel was
a-jitterbuggin' with a kangaroo

♪ And the elephant was
movin' with a ring-dang-doo ♪

♪ It was a jungle, jungle,
jungle, jungle rock ♪

♪ A jungle, jungle, jungle,
jungle rock ♪

♪ A jungle, jungle, jungle,
jungle rock ♪

♪ A jungle, jungle, jungle,
jungle rock ♪

♪ A knock-out beat and
I had to move my feet ♪

♪ It was a jungle, jungle,
jungle, jungle rock ♪

♪ A jungle, jungle, jungle,
jungle rock ♪

♪ A jungle, jungle, jungle,
jungle rock ♪

♪ A jungle, jungle, jungle,
jungle rock ♪

- Would anyone like to
accept a chip

for 30 days sober?

- You're showin' your age, mate.

Maybe it's time you
started knittin'.

- Yeah?

Maybe it's time you started
the amends process, mate.

- Hey.

I got her pregnant and left her
to raise the kid on her own.

How do you make amends for that,
eh?

- I don't know.

A nice bunch of flowers,
box of chocolates?

- A nice bunch of flowers
and a box of chocolates.

What a fantastic idea!

Why didn't I think of that, eh?

Problem solved.

- Look mate, I'm not an
expert on the Sheilas,

but I know you got to make
it up that little girl

for not being around her
when she was growing up.

- Ah, now, that wasn't my fault.

I didn't know Olivia existed.

- "It's not my fault."

The mantra of the newly sober.

Yeah, you want to get
drunk again?

- Yes.

- No, you don't.

Take that, you clanky
metal bastard.

- Heya.

Um, I got your number from
the phone book,

but Digger said I had
to come here in person.

Don't know if you remember me--

- Of course I remember you.

- Right, of course.

I got you, I got you these.

Um,

chocolates are for you

and the flowers are for Rebecca,
your mom.

Unless you want the flowers,

and we can give her
the chocolates.

Or you could have them both.

Uh, and we could get her
something else entirely,

you know, like,

a nice bottle of wine,
or, or a fruit basket,

some cheese, you know.

- They'll be lovely
for both of us.

We'll fight over them later.

She's not in.

- Oh.

- Do you want to come in?

- I don't know.

- Mom said you wouldn't come,
but, uh, I thought you might.

I mean, it's not every
day a man finds a daughter

he never knew about, right?

- You can say that again.

- It's been a few months
since the hospital, though.

What kept you?

- Well, uh, there
were a few things

I had to sort out in my
own life first.

- But it has been you
that's been stalking me?

- Yeah.

- That's a relief, anyway.

Sorry, I didn't mean
to scare you.

- You didn't.

- Look, I'm sorry about
not being around

and not being a father for you.

If there's anythin' I can
do to make it up to you,

you tell me and I'll do
everythin' I can to do it, okay?

- You really mean that?

- Actually, yes.

Yes, I do.

I, I really mean it.

- Okay.

I'll think about it.

- So,

what are you into?

You musical?

- I sing.

- No way.

What do you sing?

- Anything.

I'm Welsh.

- Well, half-Welsh.

- Yeah, well, the
Welsh part sings.

- You sing with a band?

- No.

Mom doesn't really
feel comfortable

with me around
musicians and such.

- No.

Of course not.

- How's your wife?

- Oh, that.

Um, well, that was just
some friends dressing up,

you know, to get me out of the,
um,

mental hospital.

- So you're not married, then.

- No.

Uh, you know what?

I, I think I better get goin'.

- You sure you don't
want to stay and see Mom?

- Your mom's a wee
bit mad at me, I think.

- Gee, I wonder why?

- Nice chocolates,
were they?

- They were all right.

- Is he coming back for
another visit?

- He hasn't called.

I don't want him breaking
her heart like he broke mine.

- It's a bit different,
isn't it?

I mean, he's her father.

- I hated him for a long time.

- You never hated him.

You just hated that
he disappeared.

- It's the same thing.

- No, it isn't.

- Can't you talk about
something else?

God, you're like a stuck record.

- There you go,
princess, Australian breakfast.

Kangaroo sandwiches.

- So, what was he like
when he was on the road?

A different girl every night?

- Nah, nah.

He was too fond of the sauce,
your dad,

to be much of a Romeo.

He'd be passed out
drunk backstage

by the time all the
girls got there.

Me and the roadies
had all the fun.

- I don't believe you.

- Well, good.

At least you're not stupid.

- Was it fun?

- Yeah.

Yeah, it was.

The music was fun.

He's a hell of a player,
your dad.

Well, he used to be.

I'd watch him from
behind the kit.

Nights when he was on
form it was just,

it was magic.

- Mornin'.

- Hiya.

Olivia rode over here on
her moped just to see you.

Isn't that nice?

- How are you doin'?

- Fine, thanks.

- Spend most of my time in here.

Nice, isn't it?

- It's fantastic!

It's like a professional studio.

- It is a professional studio.

- You could do a version
of "Reach Out" in here.

- What, the old Four
Tops number?

- Yeah.

- Yeah, you could.

Why would you want to?

- It's my mother's
favorite song.

- Oh.

- So, what are you going
to do with it?

- I don't know.

Think I'll leave it.

I kind of like it.

It's arty, like an installation.

- Yeah, you're right.

Leave it there, I like it.

Shame though, I would've loved
to have taken a ride on it.

- You like bikes?

- I love bikes.

- Hmm, daddy's got a
surprise for you.

- Oh, my God!

♪ If I looked around, I'd see

♪ A beautiful shadow
following me ♪

♪ Someone to hold you

♪ When you're scared and cold

♪ Someone to not care

♪ That you do what you're told

♪ Someone to share all my life

- Where the hell have you been?

I've been worried sick.

- I was with friends.

- Isn't your
phone working?

- I had it switched off.

Sorry.

I'm off to bed.

- Wait a minute.

- What?

- I went into your room.

- Why?

- To see if you'd left a
note for me or somethin'.

- If I were to leave a note,
I'd leave it

on the kitchen table
like I always do.

- Look, I was worried, okay?

- You were worried, so
you broke into my room?

- I didn't break in.

I went in.

- It's my room.

- It's my house!

- So what did you find
that's got your knickers

in such a twist?

So?

- I'm worried that
you're waiting for a man

that will never show any
interest in you.

That you'll be hurt.

- You worry too much.

He's a lot of fun and
he likes me.

I can tell.

You'd like him.

- Is that where you were?

Go to bed.

- Ay?

- Stay away from my daughter.

- What?

- You heard me.

I worked hard to bring
her up properly,

to give her a stable and
steady groundin'.

I don't want her head
turned by your crazy,

self-indulgent life.

- Nice to see you, too.

- I mean it.

She's too young to understand

that people like you
never mean what they say.

- First of all,

I think she's a lot smarter
than you think she is.

And secondly, and
more importantly,

she's my daughter, too.

- No, she's not.

You were a sperm donor
not a father.

- Yeah, well, that wasn't
my choice, that was yours.

- I gave you a choice.

I wrote you letter after letter.

You never replied to anything.

- I never got any
letters from you.

- No, of course you didn't.

That's why you sent me
your autographed photo.

- What?

- How many other kids
do you have?

Is that the standard rate,
one photo per, per shag?

You should buy condoms,
they're cheaper.

You probably need to economize,

the way your albums
sell these days.

- Hey!

- I told her you didn't
know about her,

but for her sake, not yours.

If you don't leave her alone,

I'll tell her you knew all along

and didn't want anything
to do with her.

You stay away from her!

- I never got any
letters from you!

- Bullshit!

- Damn!

- Cheers, mate.

- Anybody home?

The train for London now leaves

at platform five at
eight o'clock.

Hmm.

♪ Waiting for the right one

♪ To find me

♪ Oh

♪ Waiting for the right
one to find me ♪

♪ Wondering when the
right one would come ♪

♪ Would I

♪ Would I see in that
instant I see him ♪

♪ That my, that my heart's
found the one ♪

♪ Would I know

♪ If he was right here

♪ If you're lookin'
for trouble ♪

♪ You came to the right place

♪ If you're lookin'
for trouble ♪

♪ Just look right in my face

♪ I was born standin' up

♪ And talkin' back

♪ My daddy was a
green-eyed mountain jack ♪

♪ Because I'm evil

♪ My middle name is misery

♪ Well, I'm evil

♪ So don't you mess
around with me ♪

♪ I'm evil, evil,
evil as can be ♪

♪ I'm evil, evil,
evil as can be ♪

♪ So don't mess around,
don't mess around ♪

♪ Don't mess around with me

♪ I'm evil

♪ Evil

♪ So don't mess around

♪ Don't mess around with me

♪ I'm evil, I'm telling
you I'm evil ♪

♪ So don't mess around with me

Yeah!

How did you know we were here?

- Olivia told me.

She keeps a list of your
tour dates in her purse.

- I never knew that.

- I heard her sing.

- So the big secret is out, eh?

Does her mother know?

- I don't think so.

We're not really on
speaking terms.

- It's hardly surprising.

You broke her heart.

- It was an accident.

- Doesn't matter.

She's a woman.

- She wants Olivia to go into

the family
hairdressing business.

- Yes, I know.

That will never happen.

- I know.

I don't want to come
between them.

I don't want Rebecca to
get hurt again.

- I don't see how you
can stop it.

They're on a collision course.

- Can't you talk to her?

- Wouldn't work.

I was about as present
a father as you were.

Rebecca has never
forgiven me for that.

There is no way she would
listen to me on this.

You'll have to do it.

- Me?

- You're Olivia's father.

This is family business.

Well, I'm going to go on inside.

We're going back on.

Do you want to play?

- Me?

- Well, I know your stuff.

Bit poncey, most of it,
but you can play.

- I don't have a guitar with me.

- Well, Ricky has a
spare Telecaster

and the Marshall stack
has two inputs.

- Uh, I haven't played
since I got sober.

- Suit yourself.

My friends, meet my son-in-law.

He's going to join us for
a song or two.

- That's Paul Kerr!

- No way.

- I'm telling you, that
is Paul Kerr.

- You're drunk!

♪ My gal is red hot

♪ Well, she ain't got no money

♪ But man, she
really got a lot ♪

♪ I got a gal, six-feet-four

♪ Sleeps in the kitchen
with her feet out the door ♪

♪ But my gal is red hot

♪ Your gal ain't doodley squat

♪ Yeah, my gal is red hot

♪ Your gal ain't doodley squat

♪ Well, she ain't got no money

♪ But she's really got a lot

♪ She walks all night,
sleeps all day ♪

♪ She's the kind of woman
who'll have her way ♪

♪ My gal is red hot

♪ Your gal ain't doodley squat

♪ My gal is red hot

♪ Your gal ain't doodley squat

♪ Well, she ain't got no money

♪ But she's really got a lot

- I thought he killed himself!

- He did.

But he's making a comeback!

♪ Well, she's the kinda
woman who lounges around ♪

♪ Spreadin' my business
all over the town ♪

♪ But my gal is red hot

♪ Your gal ain't doodley squat

- This Paul Kerr's house?

- Yeah.

- You the girlfriend, then?

- No!

- Hmm, that's right, of course.

Nice hat.

Bloody hell.

Digger McQuade.

I thought you were dead.

- Everybody says that.

Come in, then.

- Yeah, all right.

Nice shirt.

- He's not upstairs.

Probably riding his bike around
the grounds or something.

- Mmm-hmm.

Probably pissed out of his
head somewhere.

Has he come to yet?

- Not these days, mate.

He's sober.

- Yeah, right.

Who's the girl?

- Oh, Olivia?

She's just a girl.

- You think?

I guessed that much myself.

Olivia, that's all?

- Olivia Edmunds.

Lives just down the
road in Cardiff.

Distant relative of Paul's.

- Oh, let's go nosey
about a bit.

See if I can find him.

- Help yourself.

You want a cup of tea?

- Sure.

- Wanker.

- Sam.

- Paul!

How are you doing, man?

You look great!

- What are you doing here?

- I was amazed to see Digger.

- Yeah, everybody is.

- You guys aren't thinking

about getting the band
back together, are you?

- Ha!

- No.

Digger thinks being a
rock star is undignified.

- What the hell does
Digger know about dignity?

No offense, mate.

- Sure.

- So, what's the story, Sam?

I tried to call you when
I was in the hospital for,

uh, tired celebrities.

- I'm sorry about that.

I was in Japan.

I, I was bummed about it.

- What's the skinny?

- Well, it's the, uh,

it's about press coverage
you got when you,

you know, you were sick.

You know, I, I was just
thinking, you know,

it might be time for
another Greatest Hits.

- Another Greatest Hits?

- Well, there's a lot
of fans out there, Paul.

- Well, surely if they're fans,

then they'll have all the stuff

that was on the last
Greatest Hits.

- Yeah, you know, a bit
of repackaging

and bung on a couple B-sides

on as bonus tracks,
standard stuff.

I mean, we could make a packet,
man.

- Greatest Greatest Hits.

- Think about it.

It'll be great for your career.

- Okay, I will.

Listen, I have a question.

What happens to mail that's
sent to me through you?

- Girl in the office

sends them a photo of you with
your autograph stamped on it.

- That's it?

Nobody reads them?

- No one reads fan mail,
Paul, it's too depressing.

"I love your music.

"Please send me money,
I have cancer."

"Hi, I'm a homeless
person who loves music,

"please send me blah, blah,
blah."

- "Please help me.

"I'm havin' your baby."

- Oh, yeah, that's a favorite.

I'll see you guys later.

Be good.

If you can't be good--

- Don't start.

- Yeah, don't start.

- Don't start.

- Bye.

- What an asshole.

- Oh, yeah.

We have to talk.

- I don't think so.

- You don't want me
getting into this

with lawyers and,
and depositions

and custody battles and
all that shit, do you?

'Cause I'm serious.

I'll do what I have to
do to get your attention.

- I'm listenin'.

- Olivia has the best
voice I've ever heard.

She doesn't want to run
a hairdressin' business.

It's not that there's
nothing wrong with that,

it's a fine profession.

But she has a gift, and we
should encourage her to use it.

- So she can be a drunk or a
loser like you or my father?

- She's going to be who
she's going to be.

She's not going to be
something you want.

Eventually, she'll rebel and
then you really will lose her.

- I think I know her a
little better than you.

- Yes, you do.

But there's a whole part of
her you know nothin' about.

Please, just listen to this.

- I hear her sing every day.

Around the house, in the bath,
everywhere.

- I don't think you've
heard her sing like this.

- I won't let her be a singer.

- It's too late.

She already is.

I never got any letters
from you, you know.

I mean, it was my fault,
but, but I never got any.

See, that night we
spent together,

it was the best
night of my life.

It was better than Giants
Stadium in 1988.

We should have been a family,
we should have been together.

I'm sorry.

I loved you the
moment I saw you.

- It's too late.

- It's not, it's not.

It's not too late.

Look, look at your dad.

You know, he, he drives
around the country in a bus

playing rock and roll.

He's 70 years old!

Tell him it's too late.

You're either alive
or you're not.

- Please don't come back.

♪ Waited for the right
one to find me ♪

♪ Wondered when the right
one would come ♪

♪ Would I

♪ Would I see in that
instant I see him ♪

♪ That my, that my
heart's found that one ♪

♪ Would I know

♪ If he was right here beside

♪ Would I see

♪ If he was in front of me

♪ Would I feel

♪ Something inside that
would let me know ♪

♪ That it's right,
that it's real ♪

♪ Would I see

♪ Would I know

♪ Waited for the right
eyes to see me ♪

♪ Reaching for the right
arms to hold ♪

♪ Would I

♪ Would I know I was
just getting further ♪

♪ Would I know when I'm
getting close ♪

♪ Would I know

♪ If he was standing beside

♪ Would I see

♪ If he was the one for me

♪ Would I feel

♪ Something inside

♪ That would let me know

♪ That it's right,
that it's real ♪

♪ Would I see

♪ Could I trust what I feel

♪ Would I know

- I'm going to the new
salon in Bristol, okay?

So I'll be late back.

Uh, there's chicken in
the fridge for your tea,

and a new packet of
hobnobs in the biscuit tin.

Don't eat them all.

- Okay.

- I love you.

- Love you, too.

Hello.

- Olivia.

Yeah, it's Sam Gervasi.

Yeah, well, we met
outside Paul Kerr's house.

I'm Paul's manager.

Look, I heard you sing,

and I'm very interested in you.

You have a spectacular voice

and a very sexy look.

- Morning, mate.

- Mornin'.

- Boy, that was close.

Listen, mate, I'm going
to go home tomorrow.

- What, to Australia?

- To Loch Ness.

- Well, I thought you
were going to hang on

for a few more days.

I mean, what is there in Loch
Ness, apart from the obvious?

- Well, the thing is,
I've got a girl up there.

- You never mentioned that.

- Well, I thought you'd laugh.

- You thought I'd laugh because

you've got a girlfriend
at Loch Ness?

Why?

Is her name Nessie?

- Well, that's the thing, yeah.

Her name is Nessie.

Nessie McDonald.

- Oh, hmm.

- I dare you.

You!

- It's a lovely name.

Sorry.

- Well,

anyway, you seem to have
cheered up a bit.

And you know where the AA
meetings are, you know what to
do.

- Listen, uh, thanks for
everything you did for me.

- I didn't do it
for you, I did it for me.

- Whatever you say.

- I want to go home.

And you can always
give us a ring

if you start feeling dodgy.

- Yeah, and listen, if
you're not in,

I could always leave
a message with Nessie.

- Come on!

- Olivia.

Olivia, are you home?

- "Dear Mom, Dad's right.

"It is about time that you
heard me sing."

That's it?

Could she be at her father's?

- I don't know.

- Who is it?

- It might be burglars.

- They don't usually
ring the bell.

- They might be checking to
see that no one's at home.

- What about friends?

Does she ever stay at a
friend's house?

- I called everyone.

No one's even seen her.

- What about a boyfriend?

- She
doesn't have one.

- Are you sure?

- She'd have told me.

- Oh, yeah, like you told
your mother about me?

- Well, she's
smarter than I was.

- She's 16, for God's sake.

How smart can you be at 16?

- Shoutin' won't help!

- Just like a real couple.

- Oh, shut up!

- Hey, Gervasi was asking about
her when he was down here.

You don't suppose he's got
anything to do with it?

- Who's Gervasi?

- Oh, he's just a bastard.

- No, wait, that is it!

That is it.

That's where that CD went.

That bastard Gervasi lifted it!

- What CD?

Who's Gervasi?

- I'm going to London.

- I'm coming with you.

We'll take my car.

- No, by the time you get
there, it'll be mornin'.

Your car will get
stuck in traffic.

The bike's much faster.

You stay here or go to
your own house.

What if she turns up there?

- Digger can wait here and
Gordano can go to my house.

- No!

- Yes!

- Keep your feet
up and hold on tight.

- Don't tell
me what to do!

- Don't talk to
me like that!

- Just drive the bike!

- You don't drive
a bike, you ride a bike.

- Well, ride
the bloody bike, then.

Use your indicator when
you overtake.

- Who did you
nag before you met me?

- I didn't have to
nag anyone before I met you.

My life was great.

- Sure it was,
that's why Olivia

had to keep her singin'
a secret.

You forced her underground.

- I'd like to
force you underground.

- Just think,
it's amazin'

that I bought a house
so close to you.

It's like Kermit.

- You mean kismet.

Kermit is a frog, you idiot.

- I must have been

subconsciously lookin' for you.

Felt I was being called to you.

- No, you weren't.

You were just nostalgic
for a sexy weekend

you had with me there.

- It was a sexy weekend,
wasn't it?

- I don't
want to talk about that.

- Hold that.

- And could you, uh, look
after that, too, please?

- Hi, Paul Kerr!

He's not expecting you.

I think he's still--

- I know, I know.

He's in Japan.

- Paul!

What a surprise!

Um.

Oh!

Sam Gervasi.

Uh, we haven't met.

- Where is she?

- Who?

- Olivia, my daughter.

Where is she?

- Olivia is your daughter?

- Our daughter!

Where is she?

- I don't know what
you're talking about.

- Where is she?

- Oh, he, he's gone crazy again.

Would you, uh, get the police,
Janice?

- Call 'em yourself.

- Eh?

- Where is she?

- She's not here.

She's at the, um, Royal
Academy of Music.

- What?

- She's singing
there today.

- I don't know
anything about it.

- They're auditioning
people for next year.

- How do you know this?

- I asked her when I
spoke to her on the phone.

I asked her if she needed
representation.

She said, "No."

She wanted to go to the
Academy to learn music properly

before she'd even consider
it as a career.

- Where is the Royal Academy?

- I'll get the address for you.

- You can never find
me an address!

- You're fired, Sam.

- What for, talking to
a girl on the phone?

- No, for openin' my mail
and not readin' it in 1987.

- Oh.

Have you thought about
that Greatest Hits album?

- Maybe.

- Call me.

- Thank you.

Next!

- Sorry.

- Name?

- Olivia Edmunds-Kerr.

- I just have "Edmunds"
here.

- It's a mistake.

It should be Edmunds and Kerr.

- Edmunds-Kerr.

Very good.

Proceed.

♪ Summertime

♪ And the livin' is easy

♪ Fish are jumpin'

♪ And the cotton is high

♪ Oh, your daddy's rich

♪ And your, your mama's
good lookin' ♪

♪ So, hush little baby

♪ Don't you cry

♪ One of these mornings

♪ You're gonna rise up singin'

♪ Then you'll spread
your wings ♪

♪ And you'll take to the sky

- Hello.

Hello.

You're Mrs. Edmunds?

How wonderful that you're here.

Olivia said you weren't
going to be able to make it.

- I'm sorry?

- Oh, I'm Margaret Williams.

Olivia's singing teacher.

And you're Olivia's father,
yeah?

I recognized you from
the newspapers.

Are you feeling better?

Good.

♪ Standin' by

♪ With daddy and mommy

♪ Standin'

♪ By

♪ Summertime

♪ Summertime

- You rock!

- Easy!

Uh, dad, you're squeezing
my breath out!

- Sorry.

- I was worried sick
about you, young lady.

- I know.

I'm sorry,

but I didn't want to lie
to you because you said

there'd been too much
dishonesty already,

and I knew, if you knew I
was coming, you'd be upset.

I came with Mrs. Williams.

I thought if I was with
somebody, you wouldn't be angry.

- That's another thing.

Who paid for her?

- Me.

I've, I've got a paper route.

- But you're always askin'
me for money.

- That's not for music lessons.

Did you like my singing?

It was the most beautiful thing
I've ever heard in my life.

- Oh.

♪ And I seen them cats
doin' the Ubangi stomp ♪

♪ Ubangi stomp with the
rock and roll ♪

♪ Beats anything that
you've ever been told ♪

♪ Ubangi stomp

♪ Ubangi stomp when it hits
it drives a cool cat wild ♪

- Hi.

- Hey, love.

You wore it!

- Anything for you, princess.

Mind you, this thing
is a bit scary.

Feel like I've got a dead
animal over me tadger.

- It's called a sporran.

- A sporran.

- Mmm.

- Where's your folks?

- I don't know.

They'll be around here
somewhere,
arguing over something.

- We'd better get back.

- Why?

- It's our daughter's
going-away party.

I'm worried they'll miss us.

- You worry too much.

Wow!

That sporran really
digs into you.

- I'm not wearin' a sporran.

♪ We rocked all night
and part of the day ♪

♪ Had a good rocking time with
the chief's daughter, may ♪

♪ I was makin' good time
and a-gettin' in the know ♪

♪ But captain said

♪ Son, we gotta go

♪ I said that's all right,
you go right ahead ♪

♪ I'm gonna Ubangi stomp
till I roll over dead ♪

- Spike!

- Thank you, thank you.

Thank you.

Now, I want you all to
meet my granddaughter.

She's going to say a
few words to you.

Come on, darlin', come on.

- Thank you.

Um, I just want to
thank you all for coming

to my going-away party.

And I just want to say
that I'm going

to miss you all so much

when I go to the Academy.

And I'll come home as
much as I can!

And also thank you to
all the gentlemen

for wearing their kilts, um, as,

to honor the Scottish part
of my heritage.

But of course, I'm only
half Scottish.

So, to honor the Welsh
side of my heritage,

I'm going to sing for you.

But I need a couple of helpers,
so, um,

can all my friends come up,
please?

- Okay, come on.

- And this is
especially for my mom!

♪ Now if you feel that
you can't go on ♪

♪ 'Cause all of your
hope is gone ♪

♪ And your life is filled
with much confusion ♪

♪ Until happiness is
just an illusion ♪

♪ And your world around
is crumbling down ♪

♪ Darlin', reach out

♪ Reach out

♪ Come on, girl, reach out

♪ Reach out for me

♪ I'll be there

♪ With a love that will
shelter you ♪

♪ I'll be there

♪ With a love that will
see you through ♪

- Come on, girlie,
you sing!

♪ When you feel lost
and about to give up ♪

♪ 'Cause your life just
ain't good enough ♪

♪ And you feel the world
has grown cold ♪

♪ And you're drifting
out on your own ♪

♪ And you need a hand to hold

♪ Darlin', reach out

♪ Come on, girl

♪ Reach out to me

♪ I'll be there

♪ To love and comfort you

♪ I'll be there

♪ To cherish and care for you

♪ I'll be there

♪ To give you all the
love you need ♪

♪ I can tell the way you
hang your head ♪

♪ You're not in love
now, now you're afraid ♪

♪ And through the tears,
you look around ♪

♪ But there's no peace
of mind to be found ♪

♪ You're alone now, no
love of your own ♪

♪ But darling, reach out,
reach out ♪

♪ Reach out, reach out for me

♪ I'll be there

♪ To give you all the
love you need ♪

♪ I'll be there

♪ You can always depend on me

♪ I'll be there

♪ To always see you through

♪ I'll be there

♪ To love and comfort you

♪ I'll be there

♪ I'll be there

♪ I'll be there

♪ I'll be there

♪ I'll be there

♪ For you

♪ I'll be there

♪ I'll be there

♪ I'll be there

♪ I'll be there

♪ For you

♪ I'll be there

♪ I'll be there

♪ I'll be there

♪ I'll be there

♪ I'll be there

♪ For you