Original subtitles

- Sync and corrections by explosiveskull - Colored HI by GoldBerg_44

(BREATHES DEEPLY)

(SIGHS)

(COUGHS)

RICHARD: It's 12:00 noon in London.

7:00 a.m. in Philadelphia.

And around the world, it's time for Live Aid.

Wembley welcomes their Royal Highnesses...

the Prince and Princess of Wales.

(AUDIENCE CHEERING)

(SOMEBODY TO LOVE PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(HORN HONKING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

David, look at me.

(CROWD CHEERING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(GRUNTING)

Oi! You missed one, Pakkie!

I'm not from Pakistan.

(DOING ALL RIGHT PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER ON TV)

JER: Dinner is ready.

I'm not hungry, Mum.

Hmm, where are you going?

- Out with friends. - A girl?

- FREDDIE: Oh, Mum. - Look at you.

Give your mother a kiss.

I'm going to be late.

You're always late.

KASHMIRA: Hi, Papa. How was work?

Out again, Farrokh?

It's Freddie now, Papa.

Freddie or Farrokh...

what difference does it make when you're out every night...

no thought of the future in your head?

Good thoughts, good words, good deeds.

That's what you should aspire to.

FREDDIE: Yes.

And how's that worked out for you?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(SINGING DOING ALL RIGHT)

(CROWD CONTINUES CHATTERING)

MAN: Yeah, they're better than last week.

- GIRL 1: They're a cool band. - GIRL 2: Yeah, not bad.

GIRL 1: Yeah.

BARTENDER: What can I get for you?

FREDDIE: Pint of lager.

- Thank you. - Thanks.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(CONTINUES SINGING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

See you, mate.

Humpy Bong?

Humpy Bong.

They're going places. They're gonna be big.

Humpy Bong? Are you joking?

Don't do it, Tim.

No, I'm sorry, guys, but...

we're not going anywhere with this.

What? College gigs, pubs? (SIGHS)

Gotta give it a go.

So I just said to him, "No, you can't do that."

MAN: You literally can't hear anything.

MARY: It's a bit silly.

But then everyone else was in, like, long dresses?

How bizarre.

You all right?

Sorry. Oh, I was just looking for the band.

They're usually out back.

I like your coat.

MARY: It's from Biba.

She works there.

MARY: Thank you.

ROGER: I think he's right.

That show was a load of bollocks.

Well, there was room for improvement, yeah.

I've got better things to do with my Saturday nights.

I could give you their names.

I enjoyed the show.

- Thanks, man. - Thank you.

I've been following you for a while, actually.

Smile.

Makes sense for a dental student.

And you're astrophysics, aren't you?

- Yeah. - Makes you the clever one.

Yeah, I suppose it does, yeah.

I study design here.

- ROGER: Oh, yeah? - Yeah.

Also, um, I write songs.

Might be of interest to you.

It's just a bit of fun, really.

Well, you're five minutes too late.

Our lead singer just quit.

Well, then you'll need someone new.

Any ideas?

What about me?

Uh, not with those teeth, mate.

(ROGER CHUCKLES)

♪ I know what I'm doin'

♪ I got a feeling

♪ I should be doin' all right

ALL: (HARMONIZING) ♪ Doin' all right ♪

(CHUCKLING)

I was born with four additional incisors.

More space in my mouth means more range.

I'll consider your offer.

Uh, do you play bass?

Nope.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Excuse me. Thanks.

So, you found me, then.

- How can I help you? - Oh.

Um, I rather liked these.

Do you think you have them in my size?

This is the ladies' section, so I'm not exactly sure.

There wasn't a sign or anything.

I don't think it should really matter, do you?

I thought you might like this.

Are you even allowed to be in here?

No, not really.

One more thing.

May I?

You have such an exotic look.

I love your style.

I think we should all take more risks.

What do you think?

WOMAN 1: Oh, cheers. Thank you.

Hello, everybody.

(SCATTERED CHEERING AND APPLAUDING)

We've got a few fresh faces.

This is John Deacon, our bass player.

Yeah, and our new lead singer...

Freddie Bul... Bulsara...

Freddie Bulsara.

That's right.

And Roger, of course. The biggest member of them all.

WOMAN 2: Hey, Roger!

Hello, all you beautiful people.

- (CHUCKLES) - Where's Tim?

Who's the Pakkie?

Ready, Freddie?

Let's do it.

(CROWD MOCKING AND LAUGHING)

♪ Keep yourself alive

(CROWD EXCLAIMING)

(GRUNTS)

♪ I was told a million times Of all the troubles in my way

♪ Mind you grow a little wiser Little better every day

♪ But if I rode a million rivers

- ♪ And I crossed a million miles - No, no.

- ♪ Still be where I started - Wrong lyric!

- ♪ Bread and butter for a smile - Wrong lyric.

♪ Sold a million mirrors In shopping alley ways

♪ But I never saw my face In any window any day

♪ Now they say your folks are telling you

♪ Be a super star

♪ Tell you, just be satisfied

♪ And stay right where you are

♪ Keep yourself alive Keep yourself alive

♪ All you people Keep yourself alive ♪

Learn the song, Freddie.

(CROWD CHEERING)

(HORN HONKS)

You're late.

ROGER: This is bollocks!

(JOHN GRUNTING)

BRIAN: It's counterclockwise, I think you'll find, John.

Oh, is it? Thank you, Brian.

Would you like to do it? Please, feel free.

No, no, no. Doing a good job.

We sold out every pub and uni south of Glasgow...

and I'm stuck in the middle of nowhere,

eating a ham sandwich!

Trouble is, we're just not thinking big enough.

What have you got in mind, Fred?

An album.

We can't afford an album.

Oh, we'll find a way.

How much do you think we can get for this van?

I hope you're joking.

That's three months' wages.

And a perfectly good van.

Don't be so dramatic, darling.

You're recording an album tonight. Let's go!

(MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC STOPS PLAYING)

Don't you think I sound like shit?

No, it's good.

- Can we try it again? - Sure, yeah.

Sure, it's your money.

Literally.

(SINGING SEVEN SEAS OF RHYE)

(VOCALIZES SOFTLY)

Sounds a lot better.

BRIAN: We need to get experimental.

Try bouncing us left and right for the ah-ah-ahs.

(RECORDED SONG PLAYING)

Now dead center for the last.

And then blast it!

Yes!

(LAUGHING)

That's good, right?

Do we have time to stack a few more?

The studio opens at 8:00, so we got 30 more minutes.

Hmm.

- That sounds good, right? - Yeah.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Oi, RT, who are these kids in the box?

A student band doing some weird stuff.

How about demos? You got some?

(SIGHS) Been up all night, mate.

(GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

So the new name is Queen?

As in "Her Royal Highness."

And because it's outrageous...

and I can't think of anyone more outrageous than me.

(CHUCKLES) This is the most impractical bed.

That's beautiful.

Think it has potential.

- I have to go to work. - I simply won't allow it.

You're going to support me if I get fired?

I'll always look after you.

I'm going to... (CHUCKLES)

I'm going to be late.

How beautiful you are.

MARY: When I was a little girl...

I used to run around the house and hide and...

he couldn't find me.

Clever girl.

Please tell your father it's nice to meet him.

I have.

Then thank him for the lovely birthday cake.

I have.

Then tell him his daughter's an epic shag.

Freddie, he can read lips.

JER: Mary...

I can't tell you how long I have waited for Farrokh...

to bring home a nice girl like you.

Farrokh?

Did Farrokh not tell you he was born in Zanzibar?

- No, he did not. - ROGER: I used to know a girl

- who was Zanzibari. - One minute.

I thought Freddie was born in London.

- Oh, he was. At the age of 18. - Shut up.

Our family is Indian Parsee.

- Mum. Mum, Mum. - Mary...

- Mum. - KASHMIRA: Mum, please...

Here. Have a look at these.

- Yes. Yeah. - Please! Please.

- No stopping. - BRIAN: We need to see those.

A thousand years ago,

the Parsees fled to India from Persia...

to escape Muslim persecution.

BRIAN: Really? That's terrible.

So why did you leave Zanzibar?

BOMI: We didn't leave.

He's so small.

We were chased out with just the clothes on our backs.

He was quite a good boxer, actually.

(SINGING HAPPY BIRTHDAY)

KASHMIRA: He had to be.

His opponents went for his teeth

always trying to punch them in.

- (ALL LAUGH) - ROGER: Certainly a target.

BRIAN: So how old is he in this photo?

JER: I think three or four years old.

BRIAN: Really? Boxing already at that age?

KASHMIRA: So good.

(CONTINUES SINGING)

Mercury?

No looking back.

Only forward.

So now the family name's not good enough for you?

It's just a stage name.

No, it's not.

I changed it legally.

Got a new passport and everything.

- (CHUCKLES) - Kash, how old are you here?

KASHMIRA: I don't know.

It was before Freddie went off to boarding school.

I sent Farrokh away to make a good Parsee boy of him.

He was too wild and unruly.

But what good did it do?

Good thoughts, good words, good deeds.

(PLAYING PIANO AND SINGING)

(PHONE RINGING)

You can't get anywhere

pretending to be someone you're not.

JER: Who'd like some cake?

Cake is always good.

Hello?

Just a moment.

Freddie Mercury.

Phone call.

FREDDIE: Quite like the sound of that.

Freddie tells me that you're some sort of a scientist.

- Astrophysics, actually. - Oh.

Yeah, my father would've preferred it if I continued.

- When? - JER: That's very clever.

- He's a dentist. - I was never a dentist.

That's a picture I want to see.

He's a dentist.

I see.

That's also quite clever, actually.

Kash...

what are you doing later?

Homework.

(CLEARS THROAT)

ROGER: Just making conversation.

BRIAN: What kind of music

was he listening to back in those days?

JER: Uh, he was listening to Little Richard.

- JOHN: Very good. - BRIAN: Richard, yeah.

JER: And his first band...

I have an announcement.

One of the A&R men...

from EMI saw us recording.

Gave our demo to John Reid.

He looks after Elton John.

Oh, my God.

Mr. Reid wants to meet us...

and possibly, even manage us.

- Shut up. - You're joking!

Oh, my God!

(EXCITED CHATTER)

ROGER: You're sure he said 12 o'clock?

BRIAN: Yes. "Midday at the pub, don't be drunk."

That's what he said.

JOHN: You look a bit nervous, Brian.

BRIAN: John, I'm fine.

JOHN: You're usually so particular.

ROGER: You just gotta be cool.

- BRIAN: Wow! - MAN: Wanker.

I didn't know it was fancy dress, Fred.

I've gotta make an impression, darling.

BRIAN: You look like an angry lizard.

(LAUGHS)

- JOHN: It's your best work. - Very subtle.

JOHN: You gonna fly away?

Can I borrow it for Sunday church?

So, this is Queen.

And you must be Freddie Mercury.

You've got a gift.

You all have.

So tell me...

what makes Queen any different

from all the other wannabe rock stars I meet?

I'll tell you what it is.

We're four misfits who don't belong together,

playing to the other misfits.

The outcasts right at the back of the room...

who are pretty sure they don't belong either.

We belong to them.

We're a family.

ROGER: But no two of us are the same.

Paul.

Paul Prenter...

meet Queen...

our new signing.

Paul will be looking after your day-to-day.

PAUL: Pleasure.

If I can get you on the radio...

maybe I can get you on television.

- Top of the Pops? - Hopefully.

And then?

And then...

it's only the biggest

television program in the country.

No one's ever even heard of you.

Look, I admire your enthusiasm.

If it goes well, if it happens...

I've got a promotional tour of Japan in mind.

We'll want more.

Every band wants more.

Every band's not Queen.

- Listen, I understand. - Hurry up.

I understand that it's the policy of the BBC.

- DIRECTOR: We have procedures. - This is shit!

I need you to explain it to the band, please.

- Okay, let's make it quick. - PAUL: Freddie, boys.

Look, chaps, it is going to be playback.

Lip synch's all that's required.

We do know how to play our instruments.

FREDDIE: You want me to lip synch?

I don't understand why we can't simply perform live.

The audience will never know the difference.

We'll know the bloody difference.

This is the BBC.

That's how things are done around here. All right?

Don't be a nuisance.

Freddie, it'll be great.

You'll just have to make sure no one's looking at your lips.

ROGER: Well, the way things are done

are a load of bollocks, old chap.

This is the BBC.

I'm relieved.

You would be.

Perfect performance.

(SONG PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)

(LIP-SYNCING) ♪ She's a Killer Queen

♪ Gunpowder, gelatine

♪ Dynamite with a laser beam

♪ Guaranteed to blow your mind

♪ Anytime

DIRECTOR: Number two, only above the waist.

Camera up!

Camera two! No one wants to see this

while they're eating their meal.

♪ Drop of a hat she's as willing as

♪ Playful as a pussy cat

♪ Momentarily out of action

♪ Temporarily out of gas ♪

♪ To absolutely drive you wild, wild ♪

(CROWD CHEERING)

What was it like singing for all those people?

When I know they're listening...

when I know I really have them...

I couldn't sing off-key if I tried.

I'm exactly the person I was always meant to be.

I'm not afraid of anything.

The only other time I ever feel that way

is when I'm with you.

- Don't move. - (CHUCKLES)

Don't move.

You're the love of my life.

Freddie.

Which finger do I put this on?

(GASPS LIGHTLY)

Wedding finger.

Will you marry me?

Yes!

Are you gonna leave it in the box?

(MARY CHUCKLES)

Freddie, it's beautiful.

I love it.

Promise me you'll never take it off.

Oh, I promise.

No matter what.

I love you, Freddie.

You're going to do such great things.

We're going to do great things.

ROGER: Your phone's off the hook.

This is Crystal.

Cheryl!

Oh, that's right. My mistake.

Where's your loo?

Uh, just down the hall.

Oh, come on in. Make yourselves at home.

Don't mind us.

Hello, Mary. How's your dad?

Yeah, pretty well. Thanks.

- Good. - What's going on, Brian?

Well, if you'd answered your phone, you'd know already.

This really isn't a good time, guys.

John Reid called today.

He has a little tour in mind for us.

ROGER: It's not little, Brian.

He's booked us a tour of America.

The album's hit the charts in the U.S.!

Oh, yes!

(CHUCKLES)

- Yes! - (LAUGHS)

Yes!

(ALL LAUGHING)

BRIAN: It's happening!

Now, who wants to take a ride?

(FAT BOTTOMED GIRLS PLAYING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

FREDDIE: We love you, Cleveland!

We love you, Houston!

We love you, Denver! Very happy to be here!

MARY: And are the crowds big?

Well, we're selling out every night.

I just wish you were here to see it.

They really love us.

We love you, Portland!

He's got a big ass, too!

We love you, New Orleans!

We love you, Atlanta!

(CROWD CHEERING)

FREDDIE: Rog, come down here and say hello.

We love you, Pittsburgh!

- Roger! - FREDDIE: Now, hit it!

MARY: I'm good. I just miss you.

FREDDIE: What are you doing?

You can't possibly be having any fun without me.

Nothing as exciting as America.

(CROWD CHEERING)

Say hi to the boys for me.

I will. Love you.

Bye, Freddie. I love you.

(SINGING FAT BOTTOMED GIRLS)

(CROWD CHEERING)

- (SIGHS) - (CLICKS TONGUE)

(SIGHS)

Hello.

- JOHN: You're late. - FREDDIE: Am I?

We saved you a seat.

- Lovely. - REID: Okay.

So, now that we're all here...

Jim, this is Ray Foster.

Ray, this is the band's lawyer, Jim Beach.

Hello.

You must stop calling him that.

That's his name.

No, we cannot keep calling him "Jim Beach."

No, that's absurd, not to mention, unspeakably boring.

- Miami. - (CHUCKLES)

From now on, I dub thee "Miami Beach."

The sun always sets behind you, doesn't it?

On Miami Beach.

Hmm, right.

Now that everybody's got an acceptable name...

let's get to it. Look...

we just really need something special.

More hits...

like Killer Queen...

only bigger.

It's not bloody widgets we're making.

We can't just reproduce Killer Queen.

FREDDIE: No.

We can do better.

(OPERA MUSIC PLAYING)

(CHUCKLES)

It's opera.

- Opera! - Opera!

There seems to be an echo in here.

(CHUCKLING)

See, we don't want to repeat ourselves.

The same formula over and over.

Formulas are a complete and utter waste of time.

Formulas work.

Let's stick with the formulas.

I like formulas.

We'll call the album...

A Night at the Opera.

Are you aware that no one actually likes opera?

I like opera.

- Do you? - I do.

FREDDIE: No, don't misunderstand, darling.

It's a rock and roll record...

with the scale of opera...

the pathos of Greek tragedy...

the wit of Shakespeare...

the unbridled joy of musical theater.

- It's a musical experience. - Yeah.

Rather than just another record.

Something for everyone...

something...

Hmm.

Something that will make people feel belongs to them.

We'll mix genres, we'll cross boundaries...

we'll speak in bloody tongues if we want to.

There's no musical ghetto that can contain us.

- That's it. - No one knows what Queen means

because it doesn't mean one thing.

What do you think, John?

I...

agree with the band.

Of course you do.

How about you, uh...

- Miami. - Hmm.

Fortune favors the bold.

Surely, a man of your...

unique taste...

isn't afraid of a little risk?

Please don't make me regret this.

You're fun.

Recording studio?

Well, the idea was to get away from all distractions.

Right, I know it's not the Ritz. Not even close.

- Roger, you're in here. - Right.

Freddie, this is you. Biggest room.

Brian, that's you.

John, you're downstairs.

(SIGHS)

PAUL: And...

this is all yours, John.

Smaller rooms don't get nearly as cold.

Okay.

(CHUCKLES LIGHTLY)

Hmm.

(SNIFFLES)

Oh, that's really good.

FREDDIE: ♪ Love of my life, you've hurt me

♪ You've broken my heart

♪ And now you leave me

♪ Love of my life, can't you see?

♪ Bring it back, bring it back

♪ Bring it back, bring it back

♪ Don't take it away from me

♪ Because you don't know

♪ What it means to me ♪

PAUL: Hmm.

It's beautiful.

What's it called?

Love of My Life. I wrote it for Mary.

If you say so.

(FREDDIE CHUCKLES)

Don't misunderstand, Paul.

Mary knows me in a way that no one else ever will.

I know you, Freddie Mercury.

Is that what you think?

Oh, no, you don't know me.

You just see what you want to see.

We work together. That's all.

(COWS MOOING)

(CHICKENS CLUCKING)

I put my heart and soul into this song.

No one is disputing that.

And you don't like it

because you want your songs on the album!

- It's not that, Roger. - Then what is it?

I'm in Love with My Car.

Maybe it's not strong enough?

ROGER: What does that even mean, "not strong enough"?

I know I'm late. What did I miss?

Discussing Roger's car song.

BRIAN: Is it strong enough? That's all I'm asking.

If I'm on my own here, then I apologize.

How does your new song go, then, hmm?

"You call me sweet...

"like I'm some kind of cheese."

- It's good. - Wow.

"When my hand's on your grease gun..."

That's very subtle, isn't it?

It's a metaphor, Brian.

It's just a bit weird, Roger.

What exactly are you doing with that car?

FREDDIE: Children, please.

We could all murder each other...

but then who would be left to record this album?

Statistically speaking, most bands don't fail,

they break up.

FREDDIE: Why the hell would you say something like that?

Roger, there's only room in this band

for one hysterical queen.

BRIAN: You know why you're angry, Roger?

ROGER: Why?

'Cause you know your song isn't strong enough.

- JOHN: Not... - Is that strong enough?

What about that?

BRIAN AND JOHN: Not the coffee machine!

♪ Goodbye, everybody

♪ I've got to go

♪ Gotta leave you all behind and face the truth

♪ Mama Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

♪ I don't wanna die

♪ I sometimes wish I'd never been born at all ♪

(EXHALES AND CHUCKLES)

(INHALES DEEPLY)

(MUSIC STOPS)

BRIAN: What next?

That was pretty damn good.

Brilliant. I love that.

BRIAN: Press the button, Freddie.

I know, I know where it is.

I know where... Knock, knock.

Good.

FREDDIE: It's good. Um...

You know, play it like you wrote it.

Well, I did. I wrote that part.

Taking the piss.

BRIAN: Okay. Are you happy?

I think it's beautiful.

It's almost perfect.

BRIAN: Almost?

Yes, give it more rock and roll.

I'm always up for that, Fred.

FREDDIE: Put your body into it.

Right. Okay.

Put my body into it. I got it.

Not like that.

No, I got it. I got it. Bit more soul, yeah?

All right. Give it more heart.

I'll do that. We good to go?

Roy, you good?

Oh, and then there's the operatic section.

You're gonna love it.

The operatic section?

- I know, it sounds crazy. - I love it, Fred. I love it.

I don't know. It could be a flop.

- It could work. - I love it!

(CHUCKLES)

What have we got to lose?

(CHUCKLES) Nothing.

If you say so.

Okay, let's go.

Deacy.

(RECORDED MUSIC PLAYING)

(SINGING BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY)

ROGER: How was that?

- JOHN: Freddie? - Higher.

Can you go a bit higher?

If I go any higher, only dogs will hear me.

Try.

Freddie's note. Sorry.

ROGER: (GROANS) Go on, roll the tape.

Overdub 24 of "Fred's Thing."

(SINGING BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY)

How was that?

- Better? - Higher.

Jesus! How many more "Galileos" do you want?

Freddie wants to do a few more overdubs.

Do we even have any tape left?

I do have to say the tape is wearing out.

It can't take much more.

Yeah, we can't afford much more.

We're already three weeks over schedule.

Dub 26 of "Fred's Thing."

One more, one more.

FREDDIE: One more.

Again.

ROGER: Go on, roll the track.

Who even is Galileo?

My nuts feel like they're in my chest right now.

- Are we done? - JOHN: That's it.

He loves you.

(MUSIC PLAYING)

That's it.

It's beautiful! Love it!

(ALL SINGING)

(HIGH-PITCHED SINGING)

(ALL LAUGHING)

(RECORDED SONG PLAYING)

(SIGHS)

(CHUCKLES LIGHTLY)

(SIGHS) Christ.

Well...

I'm not entirely sure...

that's the album you promised us.

No, it's better than the album we promised you.

It's better than any album

anyone's ever promised you, darling.

It's a bloody masterpiece.

- Christ. - It is a good album, Ray.

We prefer "masterpiece."

It's expensive, and as for...

"Bohemian..."

Rhapsody.

Rhapsody. What is that?

- It's an epic poem. - It goes on forever.

Six bloody minutes.

I pity your wife if you think six minutes is forever.

(PAUL SNIGGERS)

FREDDIE: And do you know what?

We're going to release it as our single.

(CHUCKLES) Not possible. Anything over three minutes...

and the radio stations won't program it, period.

And what on earth is it about, anyway?

Scaramouche?

Galileo?

And all that "Ismillah" business!

"Ishmillah"?

Bismillah.

Oh, aye.

Bismillah.

What's it about, anyway? Bloody Bismillah?

True poetry is for the listener.

It ruins the mystery if everything's explained.

Seldom ruins sales.

Three minutes is the standard.

John.

Yeah, we need radio.

Format is three minutes, I have to agree with Ray.

I actually think the single's Love of My Life.

No.

Okay, how about John's song...

You're My Best Friend? You know?

"Ooh, you make me live."

Catchy, stronger.

What about I'm in Love with My Car?

You're joking! Oh, Jesus.

I love it.

Well, that's the kind of song...

teenagers can crank up the volume in their car...

and bang their heads to.

Bohemian Rhapsody will never be that song.

It's a band decision, Bohemian Rhapsody.

- That's it. - You're My Best Friend...

and it's my money.

Bo-Rap, period.

Or we walk.

MacArthur Park was seven minutes long.

It was a hit.

Look, I'm not arguing Bohemian whatever's...

- musicianship. - ...Rhapsody.

But there's no way in hell the station will play...

a 6-minute quasi-operatic dirge...

comprised of nonsense words!

Bismillah? Bullshit!

I paid for this record, so I say what goes!

BRIAN: Have we no legal recourse on this?

Ray...

you did Dark Side of the Moon, didn't you?

I did.

Yeah, I absolutely love that record.

Legally, no.

No, he's got all your balls in a vice.

It's a different matter in the court

of public opinion, of course.

Ray Foster's a giant name in the music industry, but...

to the average person...

Say the name Queen, on the other hand...

ears prick up.

We're going with You're My Best Friend.

- Done. - FREDDIE: No.

We know what we have, even if you don't.

It's called Bohemian Rhapsody.

You will forever be known as the man who lost Queen.

(PAUL SIGHS)

(REID CHUCKLES)

Temperamental artists, eh?

They're well aware they're tied to a contract...

but who knows what goes on...

inside the inscrutable mind of the recording artist?

Mark these words.

If they're not careful...

by the end of the year...

no one will know the name Queen.

- Christ! - (LAUGHTER)

You can take that out of our royalties!

- FREDDIE: Twat! - Wanker!

BRIAN: You can shove your gold disks!

You made a mistake, Foster!

FREDDIE: Arsehole!

You'll never have a gold disk...

you medium talent!

And to think I worked with Hendrix.

KENNY: In the studio today...

...singer Frederick Mercury!

So what have you got today for us?

Have you got a little taste of the new record?

I'm really not supposed to.

Oh, forbidden fruit? Don't tempt me!

- "I'm in Love with My Car!" - Other side.

"Bohemian Rhapsody."

I didn't know Freddie knew Kenny so well.

FREDDIE: The BBC won't play it.

Nor did I.

In fact, no one will play it on the radio...

so EMI won't release it.

KENNY: What's wrong with this song?

Nothing's wrong with it at all.

Except that it's six minutes long.

Six minutes?

You'd have to be mad to play it.

Oh, you'd have to be bonkers.

- I positively forbid it. - Let's hear it.

Ladies and ladies...

a Capital Radio exclusive...

for the first time ever...

Bohemian Rhapsody!

♪ Is this the real life?

♪ Is this just fantasy? ♪

♪ So you think you can stone me and spit in my eye?

(CROWD CHEERING)

♪ So you think you can love me and leave me to die?

♪ Oh, baby

♪ Can't do this to me, baby

♪ Just gotta get out

♪ Just gotta get right outta here

♪ Yeah

(CROWD CONTINUES CHEERING)

How much do they love him?

Can't get enough.

♪ Nothing really matters

♪ Anyone can see

♪ Nothing really matters

♪ Nothing really matters to me

♪ Any way the wind blows ♪

(CROWD CHEERING)

(NOW I'M HERE PLAYING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

(SINGING NOW I'M HERE)

Tom, Jerry, can you hear me?

Freddie, when do I get to see you?

I'll be home soon, darling.

Will you put Romeo on the phone

so I can tell him I miss him?

Do you miss me?

What a stupid question.

Of course I do.

I love you.

Good night.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

(LIGHT MUSIC PLAYING)

PAUL: Morning, boss.

Clean this mess up and get rid of your friend.

Get dressed.

(CROWD CHEERING)

FREDDIE: According to Brian...

it was the largest paying audience in history.

The whole night...

I didn't know if they understood a thing

I was saying.

And then...

CROWD: ♪ Love of my life, you've hurt me

♪ You've broken my heart

♪ And now you leave me

♪ Love of my life, can't you see?

♪ Bring it back, bring it back

♪ Don't take it away from me ♪

They're all singing.

Thousands of them.

All singing to you.

Because it's true.

Freddie, what's wrong?

♪ Love of my life, don't leave me

♪ You've stolen my love

♪ And now desert me ♪

Something's been wrong for a while now.

Say it.

Say it.

I've been thinking about it a lot.

I think I'm bisexual.

Freddie, you're gay.

I've known for a while now.

I just didn't want to admit it.

It's funny, really. This is what I always settle for.

"I love you, but..."

"I love you, Mary, but I need space."

"I love you, Mary, but I've met someone else."

And now, "I love you, but I'm..."

(BREATHES SHAKILY)

And this is the hardest,

because it's not even your fault.

No, don't take it off.

Don't take it off.

You promised me you'd never take it off.

What do you want from me?

Almost everything.

I want you in my life.

Why?

We believe in each other.

And that's everything.

For us.

Your life is going to be very difficult.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(CRYING)

What do you think?

Gay-er?

Not this, darling, the house.

Isn't it amazing?

Mary's already moved in next door,

so she can visit the cats and me.

ROGER: Uh-huh.

Each cat will have his own room.

Delilah's by the kitchen...

Miko's next door.

Tiffany, Oscar, Romeo, all upstairs.

Lilly's room is even larger than this one! Spoilt thing.

ROGER: Well, I'm not sure

the echo is quite pronounced enough.

(VOCALIZES) Eh-oh!

(CHUCKLES)

Oh, I knew you'd appreciate it.

Stay for dinner.

Anything you fancy.

I can't. Wife, kids, you know.

Of course.

Well, come on. We'll eat off the floor.

It's clean enough.

Another time, Fred.

(OPERA MUSIC PLAYING)

(LINE RINGING)

- MARY: Hello? - Mary.

- Hi. - Hello, my love.

Hi.

I need you to do something for me.

But you can't ask any questions.

Freddie, what are you doing this time?

No, I just told you... you can't ask any questions.

Right.

I want you to go to your bedroom window.

Look out of it.

(CHUCKLES)

- Do you see me? - Yes, I do see you.

Now, you do the same.

Oh...

(CHUCKLES)

Keep yours on.

Come have a drink.

- Now? - Right now.

It's late, Freddie.

Come on.

Please.

Do you have something to drink?

I suppose.

Go get it. Pour yourself something.

Pour yourself a drink, darling.

Do you have it?

Yes.

Cheers.

Cheers.

To you, my love.

To you, Freddie.

Good night.

Good night.

(LINE RINGING)

- PAUL: Hello? - Paul.

PAUL: Freddie?

Sweetheart, I want to throw a party.

PAUL: Okay. Who do you want to invite?

People.

I want you to shake the freak tree

and invite anyone who plops to the ground.

- (PAUL LAUGHS) - Dwarfs and giants...

magicians, Zulu tribesmen, contortionists...

fire eaters...

and priests.

We're going to need to confess.

(CRAZY LITTLE CALLED LOVE PLAYING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

- (CROWD EXCLAIMING) - (LAUGHTER)

Fill me up, will you, Trixie?

Marvelous, Fred! You've outdone yourself!

Thank you, John. I'm so glad you love it!

Mmm. They say money can't buy happiness, darlings!

But it does allow you to give it away!

I see you and Paul are getting along quite well.

He's Trixie now...

'cause he's always up to something.

- (CHUCKLES) - BRIAN: So, tell me, Rog...

what's the sexiest part of a car?

(WHISPERS INDISTINCTLY)

WOMAN: Ah!

Well, well, well!

BRIAN: Ah, your majesty!

No, I'm not her majesty!

We're her majesty, darlings!

- (ALL EXCLAIM) - (LAUGHS)

- Cheers! - Cheers!

- Cheers! - Cheers!

- FREDDIE: Thank you, my loves! - Rog.

Where's Mary?

(SIGHS) It's not exactly her scene, is it, Freddie?

Hmm.

Fabulous, isn't it?

If you say so.

FREDDIE: (SNIFFS) Hmm.

You're starting to look like each other.

What's wrong with that, Brian?

You're supposed to be in a rock band, Freddie.

Not the Village People.

(CHUCKLES)

You might want to think about cutting your hair one day.

Never. I was born like this.

(LAUGHTER)

- (HIP-HOP MUSIC PLAYS) - Come on!

- Let's dance! - Yes!

I don't dance, Freddie.

I need a few more of these for that.

It's my party, and I demand you dance!

We should go.

- By royal decree! - (BOTH CHUCKLE)

We're gonna go, actually.

Oh, God! You're dull.

If you were any more dull, you'd be Deacy.

What are you complaining about?

You've got your little pet.

I have...

and he's loyal.

Loyalty's so important. Don't you think, Dominique?

Careful, Fred.

(SNICKERS SOFTLY)

- Let's go. - FREDDIE: Where you going?

ROGER: Home.

Just a joke.

Freddie, sometimes you're a total prick.

- CHRISSIE: Good night. - (SCOFFS) Brian.

Forget them.

Come on! Your guests are waiting.

They all want a little Mercury in their cup.

Come on.

All right!

(GUESTS EXCLAIM)

My darlings...

the time has finally come...

to get absolutely...

- shit-faced! - (ALL CHEERING)

(LAUGHING) Whoo!

Senor, where's my marching powder?

(GRUNTS)

(PLAYING CHORD)

(SERVER GRUNTS)

(GASPS)

You've got a set of balls.

(SCOFFS) Go fetch me a drink and find out.

I may work for you tonight...

but put your hands on me again, and I'll thump you.

Got it?

(STAMMERING) I'm terribly sorry.

I didn't mean to offend you. I'm sorry.

I won't do that again, all right?

(SIGHS)

Let me get you a beer.

I wouldn't mind a beer.

Can you just tell me where we keep them? (CHUCKLES)

You're very handsome.

I love a man in uniform.

So do I.

So, all your friends have left you alone.

They're not my friends.

Not really.

Just distraction.