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[elevator doors close]

** [Muzak]

[ding]

**

* Schooled Southside beneath the King of Beasts *

* Back in PigFat, St. Louis *

* The air was gravid with heat, sex and hops *

* They made the beer, drank it when they got off *

* This is what you gotta do *

* But I just want to scratch the groove *

* Pick a partner Pick a domicile *

* My choice was to pick them all *

* Lying, flying, like men blankly do *

* Girl, you're in the wrong neighborhood *

* This is what you gotta do *

* But I don't care I'll smash the groove *

* This is what you gotta do now *

* This is what you gotta do now *

* This is what you must do *

* But I'm going to rough up the groove *

Tom, where's your helmet?

Chained to my bike.

You are using it, aren't you, Tom?

Yes, Mum.

Do you know the number of people I've seen

that'd still be alive if they'd worn a helmet?

Did you see those paramedics?

Yeah.

The old lady downstairs.

Crrrck!

Maybe if she would have worn a helmet.

Tom!

[class bell ringing]

* He walks inside *

* Steals a wink *

* You try to explain *

* But you ain't got time to think *

* You know he's bad news *

* But you take a glance *

* His headlines say you're on the right page for romancing *

* You just fall *

* Oh, yeah You fall for those eyes *

Tom!

What you should have is Na2SO4,

our old friend sodium sulfate.

Tom Heath!

Tom?

Tom!

Since you're so far ahead of us,

why don't you come up here and talk us through the answer.

Come on.

- Tom. - [laughter]

Tom!

Tom!

[laughter]

Mr. Freeze!

[laughter]

[crowd cheering]

[inhales]

[flame ignites]

Pow!

[explosion]

**

Hi, love!

Thank you, God.

Tom-kins.

Everything okay?

**

**

* Watch that movie *

* Watch it, watch it Watch me *

* Found me bottom-up Bottled-up *

* And refused since *

**

Mr. Freeze!

- What are you doing? - Nothing.

Signing up for that?

Hey, Felix!

Look, we got some pretty serious competition

for Battle of the Bands.

Come on. Entertain us. Show us what you can do.

Damien.

No?

Then give me my guitar and shove off.

Go on.

And close the door on your way out, please!

* Ah ah ah *

* Ah ah ah ah *

* Ah la la *

** [guitar]

* Loser *

* Loser *

* Loser *

* Loser *

* Loser *

* Looo... *

* Loser *

** [hard rock]

** [hard rock continues]

** [hard rock continues]

[banging on door]

** [hard rock continues]

** [hard rock continues]

[screams]

Hey!

Mr. Freeze! You sent your form off yet?

Don't worry, you're all right. Anyway, you're looking cool.

Cool!

[girls giggling]

Hey, what do you think you're doing? Stop that!

- Get off him! - This one, this one.

Bloody hell.

Tom, what's the matter with you?

Book him, Lou!

Lunatic.

** [hard rock]

** [hard rock continues]

** [hard rock continues]

[ vocalizing Beethoven's Fifth Symphony ]

* Da da da da *

* Da da da da *

* La la la la *

* La la la la *

* La la la la *

* La la la la la la *

Tom's very quiet today.

- We're both... - Exhausted.

Poor old Mary's got a new neighbor from hell, apparently.

Yeah, and Tom...

Is fighting at school, getting into trouble.

Do you want me to have a word with him?

Why not? I'm sure he's got a few sentences that need finishing.

Tom.

You don't just attack someone for no reason.

If I was schizophrenic, I might.

Schizophrenics hear voices.

I hear music. Does that count?

I don't think that...

- Do you defend schizophrenics? - No.

Just break up families then.

Isn't there some kind of law

about getting involved with your clients?

I'm not involved with your mother.

You'd like to be though.

Listen, you've got two choices:

Stop fighting, put in some work, get into university...

or be a sad loser like your dad.

** [hard rock]

That is appalling. Have you spoken to the council?

They told me to keep a noise diary.

[banging on door]

Your constant racket is driving me crazy.

Why don't you let me?

- You're always doing this. - What?

Speaking for me. Finishing my sentences.

Mary!

I am a perfectly functioning intelligent woman

quite capable of fighting my own battles.

- But you asked me to. - Yes, I know.

Sorry, I'm just at the end of my...

You are destroying my life.

Is that marijuana?

Mary!

** [hard rock continues]

Rock 'n roll.

Why do people feel they can inflict their life choices

on everyone around them?

Useless, selfish, bloody...

[slurping]

You don't know anything about him.

I had nine years of it with your father.

** [horn honks]

Thomas the Tank.

- How you going, buddy? - Hi, Dad.

[engine revs]

[tires screeching]

* You've got the best of my love *

* But only on the weekend *

Yeah.

- He's a great singer. - Yeah.

- I'm a singer in a band. - Really?

It's called Risk Factor. Heard of us?

- No. - No.

In fact, if you wanted to, just give me your number,

then I could get you on the guest list.

V-I-P.

Can I help you with anything?

[tapping]

No. I'm just waiting for him.

- Yeah, is that your son? - No.

No, no, no. It's just something I do.

I mentor special--

uh, well, difficult children.

- Doesn't look difficult. - He's actually on sedatives.

Really?

Yeah. I mean, you wouldn't think it.

He runs the most dangerous gang in Sutton.

Yes!

Whoa. It's okay. I got it.

He gets excited.

** [hard rock]

See? Fine.

I'm fine.

It's just for my peace of mind, darling.

Jonah's gonna write us a letter. Move to get him evicted.

Sleep well.

** [hard rock continues]

** [hard rock continues]

[knocking]

Finish the questions.

Look at the text for tomorrow and no talking.

[door closes]

How very sad.

Come on, class, gather round.

Tom, get the page back.

So tomorrow,

a thousand words on uses for the compound silicon,

apart from breast implants.

- [laughter] - Mr. Perv.

** [hard rock]

* I don't like myself *

* Well, I'm a haunted soul *

** [hard rock continues]

** [hard rock continues]

[guitar strumming]

**

What the hell do you want?

Teach me. You got loads of time. You're always here.

**

I know about your dead boy. Maybe teaching me--

If you ever mention a dead child to me again,

that is exactly what you'll be.

I'd rather be dead than not be able to play the guitar

like you!

** [hard rock]

** [hard rock continues]

** [hard rock continues]

**

** [hard rock continues]

[lowers volume]

[guitar strumming continues]

Ahh!

Teach me.

The blue one.

You teach me, and you get to live your secret life in peace.

The red one, and I'll tell everyone that you're not dead.

Think about it.

I bet the tabloids would love a story like this.

"Crippled tax dodger living under false identity."

"Wacko saddo benefit... cheater."

Sad little loner. No life.

So are you.

Well, at least I had one.

And my mum is getting a solicitor,

so you'd better stop playing music all night

and start teaching me guitar...

- ** [hard rock] - or you'll be locked up!

Do you hear?

** [hard rock continues]

** [hard rock continues]

* Well, I've been drinking beer and whiskey all night *

* I'll fall down now, yeah *

* Oh, yeah *

* Well, I've been drinking beer and whiskey all night *

* I'll fall down, yeah *

- * Oh, yeah * - [knocking]

* When the sun does come, babe *

* I'm *

* I'm coming home *

He's stopped playing his music.

I wonder why.

** [violins]

Sounds great.

Carry on.

Ahem. Okay, from the top. 3, 4...

** [violins]

Get a chair.

Tune it.

[tuning guitar]

Go ahead then.

Can I go in the other room?

What shall I play?

Anything.

**

** [ends]

- Why do you wanna play like me? - Because you're brilliant.

You were voted Rock Guitar's Guitarist of 1993.

Yeah, was I?

How could you forget something like that?

Listen, if I play like me and people like it,

that's one thing.

You play like me, it's a tribute band.

- But I just wanna-- - No.

No more about me.

I don't wanna ever hear another word about me.

No history about me. No facts about me.

You just play.

**

It's good.

Yeah.

** [fades]

Just... Just leave it.

Thanks.

* Leave me alone, I just wanna hang with my friends *

* Dirty pretty thing She's been chatting since ten *

* I don't wanna have a fight with you *

* So think it all over Have a drink or two *

* I said leave me alone *

* I just wanna hang with my friends *

* Help me out, she's driving me round the bend *

Tom, Tom, Tom! Come on.

- How you doing, buddy? - Not bad, Dad.

Good, good.

Got any cash?

Whoa, whoa, whoa. You dealing drugs?

No.

- Running an extortion racket? - No.

Auntie's been giving me £30 every Christmas and birthday

since 2008.

And my paper round's between 7 and 9 pounds,

depending how many flyers they put in.

Quite a little entrepreneur. aren't you?

And they gave me my jumper back last Christmas,

which I kept the money for.

Yeah, all right, all right.

Good, because I'm not an extortionist.

No, you're not.

You look fantastic in your glasses.

Your mum has excelled herself.

* I came out to have a drink or two *

* So just think about it I'm not fighting with you *

* I said leave me alone *

* I just wanna hang with my friends *

What's the hurry?

Late for rehearsal. Battle of the Bands.

- You're in a band? - I sing, play guitar.

I'm so gonna get an exclusion order on you.

Yeah, stay away from me, pervert!

[laughs]

My dad's getting me a new guitar.

Great. Why don't you get him to teach you how to play it?

He would, but he's too busy at the moment.

- Right. - I've written a new riff.

Ah, well, why don't you go in your studio here and play it.

**

Invert it.

Play it somewhere else.

No, on the guitar.

Oh.

Play the chord.

**

Give me a D two frets up.

**

Now back to the E on the 12th.

**

It's like the same chord further up.

Inversion.

Can you still do that with the...

Don't worry about my hand.

Just keep playing.

**

In front of an audience. Well done.

Thanks. Can I leave it here?

No, just take it.

- I can't. - Why not?

My mum doesn't know I've got it.

Where do you keep it?

In the air vent, on the roof.

Why?

Dad's in a band,

and Mum hates everything he stands for.

Oh.

She'd go mental if she found out I was doing music.

She wants me to be a solicitor or something,

like her stupid friends.

Yeah, that's real interesting.

Not the solicitor part, of course, but the secrets.

You got secrets.

So the way I see it, we have us a blackmail Mexican standoff.

You try to ruin my life, I will ruin yours.

I like that. It's a balance of power.

Takes us back to the way we were before.

We can just go on ignoring each other.

Yeah, but it's not balanced.

I'll tell everyone that you're Max Stone.

Yeah, and I will tell your mom about the devil's music.

Well, I'll tell everyone you tried to touch me.

Someone help! It's a peedo!

"Pedo," retard.

WOMAN: Stefan Pavlovski.

Stefan Pavlovski?

Smoking helps with the pain.

You're not even supposed to smoke cigarettes out there.

[groans] Okay!

Would you tuck yourself in?

Oh, yeah.

Sorry, Nurse.

Don't call me that.

[chuckles]

Ohh!

You haven't done your exercises, have you?

- No. - Why do you bother coming?

If I don't, they cut off my disability benefit.

[exhales]

Wai-- Ah ha ha!

Ohh!

[groaning]

Ohh! Ahh!

- Okay, let's leave it there. - Yes.

[knocking]

I'm seeing my dad tomorrow.

My next session, I'll have a proper axe.

Ahh!

[imitating electric guitar]

[laughter]

TOM: Leave me alone! MARY: Tom.

- Tom! - [crash]

** [blues]

* Oh, well, it rained all night *

* And it's cold all day *

* I can't carry the weight *

* Think I might die *

* The cupboard's empty again *

- [Tom shouting] - [door slams]

* I'm so hungry that I think I might die *

[shouting continues]

You-- Tom!

What's going on in here?

It's--

It's Tom's dad.

What happened to him?

He's run away to Spain with some girl.

Not a word.

He didn't even say goodbye to Tom.

[clattering]

Tom!

Don't throw anything. I'm coming in.

I wrecked a few rooms in my day.

It's good work.

He took my money.

You're gonna have to get used to that in this business.

Do you think I can do it?

Got a few things working against you.

Like?

Well, you have a crippling shyness

that renders you incapable of playing

in front of anyone except me.

Right, apart from that.

You gotta find your own voice.

Every great guitar player has a unique voice.

Clapton, Hendrix, Johnson.

Who's Johnson?

Robert Leroy Johnson.

Story goes that when he first started playing guitar,

he was so bad, people laughed.

He was embarrassed.

So one night, he goes to a crossroads.

Clarksdale, Mississippi.

Midnight.

Sells his soul to the devil.

After that, he was the greatest blues guitarist

the world had ever seen.

Sort of like you, but the other way around.

Get it? 'Cause you were good.

Then you sold your soul, and now...

Yeah, I get it.

Now someday you may have minions that'll take care of all this,

but until then, I suggest that you apologize to the management,

start cleaning this up.

[crow cawing]

You look like a weirdo.

Like you're gonna start screaming.

Yeah, well, I just might.

You were famous like 100 years ago.

You recognized me.

That's 'cause I'm knowledgeable.

I forgot. You're a regular little idiot savant.

What happened to all your cash?

What?

Don't you get royalties and stuff?

I lost it all.

You must have had such a good time.

I sure hope so.

I don't remember any of the good parts.

I don't remember a damn thing.

[bell dings]

What can I do for you gents?

Need a budget amp.

Six-pack of those Electra Sound Lights.

You been in here before?

No.

I call this one Sharon, after my ex-girlfriend.

Cheap, easy to pick up, and it packs a right punch.

Whatever. How much it cost?

Uh, say 30 for the amp, 4 for the strings.

Let's call it 35, eh?

Max Stone, that's who you look like.

From Nothing.

Sore point. He got fired from their tribute band.

Yeah, I know there was all that nonsense, but...

people forget how good he actually was.

Rock Guitar's Guitarist of 1993.

That guy's dead. Wanna keep it that way.

I'd do it. I'd sell my soul.

Sometimes the devil cheats.

**

You'll get the hang of it.

Show me.

Can't do it.

Don't play anything you don't feel.

** [blues]

* The devil cheated me *

* Took me for a ride *

* Packed me in his limousine *

* Drove me to the other side *

* The devil cheated me *

* What a hell of a ride *

* He showed me good times *

* He showed me fun *

* He said you can have all of this, son *

* All for nothing *

* All for free *

* Just sign your name on this dotted line for me *

**

* The devil cheated me *

* Took me for a ride *

GPS: Calculating your route.

* Stuffed me in his limousine *

* Chauffeured me to the darker side *

* I lost my soul *

* But what a hell of a ride *

** [harmonica]

* He showed me wild times *

* Wine, women and song *

* He said Son, this is where you belong *

* All your desires *

* All your needs will be fulfilled *

* So come on, sign these deeds *

* The devil cheated me *

* The devil cheated me *

* GPS: Perform a U-turn immediately. *

* The devil cheated me *

* The devil cheated me *

GPS: Danger.

Danger.

GPS: You've reached your destination.

Hello, Mr. Angry. How's it going with your band?

I'm just working on some new material.

I'd love to hear it sometime.

[class bell rings]

See you around.

[tuning]

**

[knocking]

[knocking]

[cup shatters]

MARY: Steve?

Yeah. Just a minute.

Hi.

I just came by to say thank you for the other day.

Is this a bad time?

Yeah, it is, actually. I was just, um...

Smashing some crockery.

Well, yeah.

Well, I can clear it up for you.

No!

Don't. It's...

Just go.

Oh, dear.

But come back later.

You and Tom.

Yeah. You should come back for dinner.

Really?

Okay.

I can bring the food.

Great. And plates.

Okay.

Knives and forks.

Sure.

You want a couple of chairs.

Why don't you just come up here?

Okay.

Nice work.

You don't actually wanna have dinner with her, do you?

No, no.

You were in here with the guitar. Go.

For what we are about to receive,

may the Lord make us truly thankful.

I don't think I've ever heard anyone say that in real life.

Is this all right for you?

Yeah. I, uh...

It's chewy.

I feel like I'm burning energy just chewing it.

It must be better than all those ready meals for one.

It's, uh...

It's nice to be sitting here...

together, eating.

We don't usually do this.

I tried when you were younger.

But your dad was always out late, so, uh...

it didn't really happen.

Perhaps I'm sometimes a bit too quick to judge people.

I think he's lonely down there. Just needs a bit of love.

- Mum! - God's love.

[drops pick]

[knocking]

MARY: Hi.

[mouthing words]

I just wondered if you'd like to...

Wasp.

...come out for a coffee, if you've nothing better to do.

Mm...

No.

No, no, I've nothing better to do.

See, the thing about wasps, sometimes when you wave at them,

they just get more stubborn.

I hope this wasn't too far.

Ah, I need to walk more.

I did try to warn you.

[ vocalizing Beethoven's Fifth Symphony ]

** [ends]

Fantastic!

That's really come on.

Gemma, I think we're gonna lose your pum-pums.

They're not really working, are they?

I thought they were sounding okay.

I didn't.

What do you think?

It's unique.

And I love Gemma's pum-pums.

Might you be joining us?

The male section could do with beefing up.

This is Steve. He's moved in below us.

Oh!

The neighbor from hell.

JONAH: Can I have a quick word, please?

Why have you brought him here?

Um, because, well, he's new to the area,

and he doesn't seem to have any friends.

Just be careful, okay?

Look, I know you mean well, but just...

So are you gonna come to our charity gig?

Yeah, definitely.

I'll be there in the mosh pit, going for it.

STEVE: All right. [groans]

Goodbye, ladies. You have a nice evening.

Bye, Steve.

Yes, lovely.

I don't think Jonah likes me very much.

He's just jealous.

Tom! Are you coming to school next week

or are you being a bad boy again?

- No, I'll be there. - Cool.

- Yeah. - See you there.

Oh, why didn't you introduce me?

It's like being in a Jane Austen novel.

Youth is wasted on the young.

I bet it wasn't wasted on you.

Why is it so dark in here?

Well, yeah, because I have a headache.

Ohh...

What's going on with you and that girl?

Nothing.

Oh, I see. Well, she is kind of cute,

and she does seem into you.

You don't think it's like you and my mum?

How's that?

They both just feel sorry for us.

You should play on it.

She trusts you.

You could take me to the Battle of the Bands next weekend.

If you're gonna play that thing,

you're gonna have to do it in front of an audience.

An audience...

is a multi-headed monster...

with a thousand sharp fangs ready to stab you at any second.

[imitates gunshot]

But you are gonna tame the beast.

You're gonna make it love you.

All right, we're on the main stage,

it's Saturday night in Reading.

Ladies and gentlemen,

this is the moment you've all been waiting for,

multiple Grammy-winning,

platinum award-selling artist of the year,

Tom!

[crowd cheering]

**

* He had a dream *

* A path to the stars *

* A promised land *

* Writing songs *

* Living the dream *

* And knocking down walls with his guitar *

* Writing songs of freedom *

* Melodies dreaming wherever you are *

* Hearing songs for freedom *

* Melodies streaming like a rising star *

* Glistening *

* High above *

* And I'm rising *

* Sky above *

* Moon rising *

* He had a dream *

* It seemed to be real *

* Telling the world *

* Writing songs *

* City of stone and promise of hope *

* Close to gold *

* Then he woke *

* High above *

* And I'm rising *

* Sky above *

* Moon rising *

* Don't wake me up *

* Don't wake me up *

* Don't wake me up *

* Making my way to the promised land *

* Don't wake me up *

* Making my way to the promised land *

* Don't wake me up *

* Making my way to the promised land *

* Don't wake me up *

* Making my way to the promised land *

[crowd cheering]

- [tape player stops] - [cheering stops]

You just played a sold-out arena.

Now this gig next weekend's gonna be a walk in the park.

Now get going.

Leave the guitar.

I, um...

I got you something.

It's a bit silly, but I thought it might...

You know.

- What is that? - It's electronic.

Helps you cut down... if you want to.

[inhales]

That's not too bad. Wanna try?

I haven't smoked in years.

My teenage rebellion.

The thrill of keeping something secret from your boring parents.

Yeah, but now you're the boring parent with a teenager.

Yeah.

Sometimes my passwords get thrown right back at me.

Yeah.

Have you got children?

A son.

I had a son.

He died.

Oh, Steve, I'm so sorry.

If you don't want to talk about it...

You should know.

He drowned in my pool because I wasn't looking after him.

He was three years old.

Three years, ten months, seven days and...

I should have been watching.

The really horrible part of it is that...

you know, whenever I think of him, I...

I hate myself, so...

I try not to think about him.

[tuning]

So she trusts you?

I don't know. You'd have to ask her.

You have to take me to this battle next week,

but she can't know.

I'm not gonna lie to her, Tom.

Your whole life is a lie.

- Yeah. I like her. - She's my mum.

She hates the music.

Well, then we will just have to find some way

to make her realize that the music,

it's not as bad as some of the other stuff

you've been doing to yourself.

Let's just play.

Go ahead.

This is good.

Really, really good.

[Steve humming]

[humming continues]

[humming]

Can you record on this?

**

* I can't hide *

* I've been running all my life *

* With each disguise *

* A little piece of us dies *

* We can't hide *

* From the truth that's inside *

* All our lives *

* Trapped and denied *

* Prisoner *

* Prisoner *

**

That sounded...

great.

That is the track.

Rock 'n roll, baby!

[feedback]

How dare you!

I know this looks bad,

but you need to take a step back.

Step back? You gave my son drugs!

- He took it. - He's completely out of it.

He could've fallen off the roof.

What were doing up there?

I teach him guitar. He's a musician.

It's, uh... That's all he cares about.

He can't even sing in the church choir!

He can sing.

He can play. Writes his own music.

I don't care. He is not going down that path.

You can't treat him like a child forever.

He's a teenager.

You have to listen to him.

You are in no position to talk to me about raising children!

You just stay away from Tom!

And stay away from me!

**

What are you listening to?

Are you okay, Tom?

I can't play music anymore.

Why?

The guy who was teaching me, he's gone.

- You can find someone else. - Not like him.

Is that the guy I saw you with in the park?

I thought that was your dad.

He used to be famous.

He did look kind of cool.

You ever hear of a band called Nothing?

A huge US band in the '90s.

Kind of thrash-grunge.

- Is that a video? - Yeah.

Let's see it then.

It's very rough.

**

You and the movie guy. You two rock.

- I'm sending myself your song. - You can't show that to anyone.

Why not?

Just promise me.

They're old.

I'm fine now.

So how do you stop yourself?

Play guitar.

Join our band.

We need a decent songwriter.

It'll be nice to have you around.

Don't look so shocked.

MARY: Extra Latin?

After school.

It's useful for law.

Jonah told me.

And I've been thinking.

Maybe I could help out in the choir,

if you think I'm up to it.

Tom-kins, I'm sure you are.

I did like Steve.

Yeah.

I liked him a lot, but I'm back on track now.

And...

we're okay, aren't we?

'Course we are, Mum.

* Ah *

* Ah *

How about I play that the second time round?

That's cool. How did you do that?

It's called a higher inversion.

He taught me.

You're really good.

* Ah *

Oi, oi, lovebirds! Break it up, break it up.

Jesus...

Mr. Freeze.

What are you doing today? Just chilling out?

Chilling out because... Mr. Freeze.

Tom's got some good ideas.

We do need help with our song.

You got a sick guitar there, mate.

Not a copy either.

Tell me, how does a boy like you...

come to possess a guitar like that?

Well, then, take it away. Show us what you got.

Sooner rather than later.

**

It's a bit girlie, isn't it?

Want something, you know, something that rocks.

Like that.

Now in your own time.

**

[laughs]

- He can't hack it, can he? - Tom, wait!

- You can't hack it. - Sorry.

The first time I sang with them, I had to get in a wardrobe.

And the door was shut, and I'm scared of the dark.

- That's ridiculous. - Why?

Because you're so...

What?

- I just can't. - Tom, wait.

Felix!

**

* It's dark in here *

* Escape from the zombies living in fear *

* Girl so lonely *

* Girl so lonely *

* With opened eyes *

* Woke up in a world that's bright outside *

* Girl broke free *

* Girl broke free *

* Girl in the wardrobe *

* Out of the darkness *

* Girl in the wardrobe *

* She stepped right out *

* Girl in the wardrobe *

* And into the light *

* Girl in the wardrobe *

* She stepped right out *

* Girl in the wardrobe *

* Girl in the wardrobe *

* Girl in the wardrobe *

Damien.

Look, next time that you have a little crush on a new boy,

don't invite him to join the band.

Listen, you moron.

He's got more soul and talent than you'll ever have.

I think you're right, mate.

I think she does have a thing for him.

And he's a better songwriter.

**

* I can't hide *

* I've been running all my life *

* And each disguise *

- Who's that? - His teacher.

* We can't hide *

He just needs to build his confidence.

* From the truth that's inside *

I think we can help him do that.

* Trapped and denied *

**

* I can't hide *

What are you doing?

What does is look like?

I'm practicing the song

that's gonna win me Battle of the Bands.

Here you go, look.

Tambourine for you there.

See how you fare with that.

I'll tell the judges. You'll get disqualified.

And why's that?

It's my song.

Not just your song now, is it?

I've been doing a little reading about your friend.

Yeah, massive tax fraud, jumped bail,

owes a lot of people a lot of money.

I don't blame him if he wanted to disappear.

That's fine, but you know as well as I do

that if that video gets out, it's bad news.

So tell the judges, and I'll go straight to the police.

[chuckles]

No!

I've done a stupid thing.

I showed Felix the video.

I was just trying to impress her.

Somebody with half your talent

could start a career with this thing.

What's the point?

All the success in the world, and you lose your soul.

You are gonna be great.

You can do this gig.

- You're gonna do it solo. - I can't.

You can. Hey...

We gotta stop hiding, Tom.

This is what Tom and I did,

so I hope you can figure it out.

What is it?

You'll see.

* Fine young Capulet *

* Flawless and just immaculate *

* Face like a magnet *

* But wishes she was more accurate *

* Drags on a cigarette *

* Exhales but can't forget *

* Reconciled and desperate *

* To do something that she might regret *

* Knows she's getting closer

* And ready to talk to most of 'em *

* Looks in and out *

* But all she can see is the ghost of him *

* Knows she's getting closer *

* He won't believe a word she says *

* He's getting closer She knows he's getting closer *

* And don't try to tell me not to get in a fight *

* And don't try to kid yourself The boys are all right *

- You with a band? - No, it's just me.

Too late, mate.

- Please, you have to let me. - No, I don't.

Do you wanna be like the guy who turned down The Beatles?

I'm good. Trust me.

* But it's all all right *

* It's all gonna be all right *

* She tries so hard to convince herself *

* But in her heart of hearts she knows *

Tom?

Uh...

How did you get in? Where's Tom?

Look, Tom's fine. I think you need to see this.

**

[cheering]

**

* In a flash, gone *

* The world's moved on *

* Right in front of your eyes *

- What are you doing? - I'm doing my song.

[laughs] That's hilarious, mate.

I can't wait. It's gonna be great.

You realize you can't even look at an audience.

You're gonna look like a bit of a tit up there, aren't you?

You're in for a shock, mate.

Let's hear it for Jazz Blaack!

[cheering]

Okay, next up tonight, our only solo artist.

Let's hear it for singer-songwriter Tom Heath!

** [drums]

Song's called "The Prisoner."

** [guitar]

** [sustains chord]

[laughs] Oh! Crrrck!

* Ah *

* Ah *

** [guitar]

* We can't hide *

* We've been running all our lives *

* With each disguise *

* A little piece of us dies *

* We can't hide *

* From the truth that's inside *

* All our lives *

* Trapped and denied *

* Prisoner *

* Prisoner *

* Time has come *

* Have to find the key *

* We need someone *

* Someone to set us free *

* Yes, the time has come *

* To take a helping hand *

* Release the past *

* And make a new stand *

* We are free *

* We are free *

* We are free *

* We are free *

* We are free *

* We are free *

* We are free *

* We are free *

[cheering]

There's gotta be another way out.

Steve?

I'm down here.

- No. No. - Get up. Up.

No, Tom! No!

No.

They'll put you in prison.

The only prison is the one you make for yourself.

I'm not...

I'm not running anymore.

This his?

You have to help me let go.

[police chatter over radio]

The former Nothing guitarist, Max Stone,

believed dead until he surfaced

in the Battle of the Bands in South London,

has been sentenced to three years in prison for tax fraud.

** [guitar]

* Don't wake me up *

* Don't wake me up *

* Don't wake me up *

* Don't wake me up *

* Don't wake me up *

* Don't wake me up *

* Don't wake me up *

* Don't wake me up *

* Don't wake me up *

ANNOUNCER: Are you ready for this?

[crowd cheering]

I can't hear you!

[louder cheering]

Are you ready for this?

[cheering continues]

Ladies and gentlemen,

the moment we've been waiting for.

It's Max Stone...

and Tom Heath!

[cheering continues]

** [hard rock]

* He had a dream A path to the stars *

* A promised land *

* Writing songs *

* Living the dream *

* And knocking down walls with his guitar *

* Writing songs of freedom *

* Melody streaming wherever you are *

* Hearing songs for freedom *

* Melody streaming *

* Like a rising star *

* Glistening *

* High above *

* I'm rising *

* Sky above *

* Moon rising *

* He had a dream *

* It seemed to be real *

* Telling the world *

* Writing songs *

* City of stone *

* A promise of hope *

* Close to gold *

* Then he woke *

* High above *

* I'm rising *

* Sky above *

* I'm rising *

* Don't wake me up *

* Don't wake me up *

* Don't wake me up *

* Making my way to the promised land *

* Don't wake me up *

* Making my way to the promised land *

* Don't wake me up *

* Making my way to the promised land *

* Don't wake me up *

* Making my way to the promised land *

* Don't wake me up *

* Don't wake me up *

* Don't wake me up *

* Don't wake me up *