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A Hard Day's Night, released in 1964, marked the Beatles debut on the silver screen. This film follows the Beatles through a day of early "Beatlemania" and their journey to do a televisoin performance. Along for the ride is Paul's (fictional) trouble making grandfather. Throughout the movie, the Beatles have to dodge screaming fans, avert the press, disobey their managers, and try to keep Paul's grandfather in check. The film ends with the fabs giving a wild television performance and moving on to the next show.

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A Hard Day's Night, released in 1964, marked the Beatles debut on the silver screen. This film follows the Beatles through a day of early "Beatlemania" and their journey to do a televisoin performance. Along for the ride is Paul's (fictional) trouble making grandfather. Throughout the movie, the Beatles have to dodge screaming fans, avert the press, disobey their managers, and try to keep Paul's grandfather in check. The film ends with the fabs giving a wild television performance and moving on to the next show.

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The Beatles Films

A Hard Day's Night

September 1964

A United Artists Release

Walter Shenson-Subafilms Production

Director Richard Lester

Producer Walter Shenson

CAST

John Lennon

Paul McCartney

George Harrison

Ringo Starr

Wilfred Brambell

Norman Rossington

John Junkin

Victor Spinetti

Kenneth Haigh

Anna Quayle

Deryck Vernon

Richard Vernon

Michael Trubshawe

Eddie Malin

and

Bridget Armstrong

Roger Avon

Lionel Blair

John Bluthal

Patti Boyd

John

Paul

George

Ringo

Grandfather

Norm

Shake

Television Director

Shrit Advertising Man

Millie

Police Sergeant

Pompous Traveller

Club Manager

Waiter

CREDITS

Director

Production Company

Producer

Associate Producer

Assistant Director

Scriptwriter

Photography

Editor

Act Director

Songs

Music Director

Costumes

Titles

Sound Recording LengthRunning Time UK Premiere

US Premiere

Richard Lester

Proscenium Films

Walter Shenson

Denis O'Bell

John D. Merriman

Alun Owen

Gilbert Taylor

John Jympson

Ray Simm

John Lennon and Paul McCartney

George Martin

Julie Harris

Robert Freeman

H.L. Bird

Stephen Dalby

7650 feet (2332 metres)

85 minutes 6 July, 1964

12 August, 1964

Film Summary

A Hard Day's Night, released in 1964, marked the Beatles debut on the silver screen. This film follows the Beatles through a day of early "Beatlemania" and their journey to do a televisoin performance. Along for the ride is Paul's (fictional) trouble making grandfather. Throughout the movie, the Beatles have to dodge screaming fans, avert the press, disobey their managers, and try to keep Paul's grandfather in check. The film ends with the fabs giving a wild television performance and moving on to the next show.

Soundtrack Recordings

The British soundtrack album for A Hard Day's Night (pictured above, left), released July 10, 1964 on the Parlophone label consisted of the following 13 songs:

Side 1: A Hard Day's Night, I Should Have Known Better, If I Fell, I'm Happy Just To Dance With You, And I Love Her, Tell Me Why, Can't Buy Me Love

Side 2: Any Time At All, I'll Cry Instead, Things We Said Today, When I Get Home, You Can't Do That, I'll Be Back

The U.S. soundtrack album for A Hard Day's Night, was released by United Artists on June 26, 1964 and consists of the 9 songs performed by the Beatles in the film as well as the instrumental film score. The following is the track listing for the U.S. version of A Hard Day's Night:

Side 1: A Hard Day's Night, Tell Me Why, I'll Cry Instead, I Should Have Known Better (Instrumental), I'm Happy Just To Dance With You, And I Love Her (Instrumental)

Side 2: I Should Have Known Better, If I Fell, And I Love Her, Ringo's Theme - This Boy (Instrumental), Can't Buy Me Love, A Hard Day's Night (Instrumental)

When it opened in September, 1964, "A Hard Day's Night" was a problematic entry in a disreputable form, the rock 'n' roll musical. The Beatles were already a publicity phenomenon (70 million viewers watched them on "The Ed Sullivan Show"), but they were not yet cultural icons. Many critics attended the movie and prepared to condescend, but the movie could not be dismissed: It was so joyous and original that even the early reviews acknowledged it as something special. After more than three decades, it has not aged and is not dated; it stands outside its time, its genre and even rock. It is one of the great life-affirming landmarks of the movies.

In 1964, what we think of as "The '60s" had not yet really emerged from the embers of the 1950s. Perhaps this was the movie that sounded the first note of the new decade--the opening chord on George Harrison's new 12-string guitar. The film was so influential in its androgynous imagery that untold thousands of young men walked into the theater with short haircuts, and their hair started growing during the movie and didn't get cut again until the 1970s.

It was clear from the outset that "A Hard Day's Night" was in a different category from the rock musicals that had starred Elvis and his imitators. It was smart, it was irreverent, it didn't take itself seriously, and it was shot and edited by Richard Lester in an electrifying black-and-white, semi-documentary style that seemed to follow the boys during a day in their lives. And it was charged with the personalities of the Beatles, whose one-liners dismissed the very process of stardom they were undergoing. "Are you a mod or a rocker?" Ringo is asked at a press conference. "I'm a mocker," he says.

Musically, the Beatles represented a liberating breakthrough just when the original rock impetus from the 1950s was growing thin. The film is wall to wall with great songs, including "I Should Have Known Better," "Can't Buy Me Love," "I Wanna Be Your Man," "All My Loving," "Happy Just to Dance With You," "She Loves You," and others, including the title song, inspired by a remark dropped by Starr and written overnight by Lennon and McCartney.

The Beatles were obviously not housebroken. The American rock stars who preceded them had been trained by their managers; Presley dutifully answered interview questions like a good boy. The Beatles had a clone look--matching hair and clothes--but they belied it with the individuality of their dialogue, and there was no doubt which one was John, Paul, George and Ringo. The original version of Alun Owen's Oscar-nominated screenplay supplied them with short one-liners (in case they couldn't act), but they were naturals, and new material was written to exploit that. They were the real thing.

The most powerful quality evoked by "A Hard Day's Night" is liberation. The long hair was just the superficial sign of that. An underlying theme is the difficulty establishment types have in getting the Beatles to follow orders. (For "establishment," read uptight conventional middle-class 1950s values.) Although their manager (Norman Rossington) tries to control them and their TV director (Victor Spinetti) goes berserk because of their improvisations during a live TV broadcast, they act according to the way they feel.

When Ringo grows thoughtful, he wanders away from the studio, and a recording session has to wait until he returns. When the boys are freed from their "job," they run like children in an open field, and it is possible that scene (during "Can't Buy Me Love") snowballed into all the love-ins, be-ins and happenings in the park of the later '60s. The notion of doing your own thing lurks within every scene. When a film is strikingly original, its influence shapes so many others that you sometimes can't see the newness in the first one. Godard's jump cuts in "Breathless" (1960) turned up in every TV ad. Truffaut's freeze frame at the end of "The 400 Blows" (1959) became a cliche. Richard Lester's innovations in "A Hard Day's Night" have become familiar; because the style, the subject and the stars are so suited to one another, the movie hasn't become dated. It's filled with the exhilaration of four musicians who were having fun and creating at the top of their form and knew it.

Movies were tamer in 1964. Big Hollywood productions used crews of 100 people and Mitchell cameras the size of motorcycles. Directors used the traditional grammar of master shot, alternating closeups, insert shots, re-establishing shots, dissolves and fades. Actors were placed in careful compositions. But the cat was already out of the bag; directors like John Cassavetes had started making movies that played like dramas but looked like documentaries. They used light 16mm cameras, hand-held shots, messy compositions that looked like they might have been snatched during moments of real life.

That was the tradition Lester drew on. In 1959, he directed "The Running, Jumping and Standing Still Film," starring Peter Sellers and Spike Mulligan, among others: It was hand-held, anarchic, goofy and contains the same spirit that infects "A Hard Day's Night." Lester had shot documentaries and TV commercials, could work quick and dirty, and knew he had to, because his budget was $500,000 for "A Hard Day's Night."

In his opening sequence, which shows the Beatles mobbed at a station as they try to board a train, Lester achieves an incredible energy level: We feel the hysteria of the fans and the excitement of the Beatles, intercut with the title song (the first time movie titles had done that), implying that the songs and the adulation were sides of the same coin. Other scenes borrow the same documentary look; a lot feels improvised, although only a few scenes actually were.

Lester did not invent the techniques used in "A Hard Day's Night," but he brought them together into a grammar so persuasive that he influenced many other films. Today when we watch TV and see quick cutting, hand-held cameras, interviews conducted on the run with moving targets, quickly intercut snatches of dialogue, music under documentary action and all the other trademarks of the modern style, we are looking at the children of "A Hard Day's Night."

The film is so tightly cut, there's hardly a down moment, but even with so many riches, it's easy to pick the best scene: The concert footage as the Beatles sing "She Loves You." This is one of the most sustained orgasmic sequences in the movies. As the Beatles perform, Lester shows them clearly having a lot of fun--grinning as they sing--and then intercuts them with quick shots of the audience, mostly girls, who scream without pause for the entire length of the song, cry, jump up and down, call out the names of their favorites, and create a frenzy so passionate that it still, after all these years, has the power to excite. (My favorite audience member is the tearful young blond, beside herself with ecstasy, tears running down her cheeks, crying out "George!")

The innocence of the Beatles and "A Hard Day's Night" was of course not to last. Ahead was the crushing pressure of being the most popular musical group of all time, and the dalliance with the mystic east, and the breakup, and the druggy fallout from the '60s, and the death of John Lennon. The Beatles would go through a long summer, a disillusioned fall, a tragic winter. But, oh, what a lovely springtime. And it's all in a movie.

Roger Ebert, Chicago Sun-Times

A HARD DAY'S NIGHT

THE SCRIPT by Alun Owen

Improvised dialog is indicated in parentheses.

Cut action or dialog is indicated with square brackets.

EXTERIOR, STREETS OUTSIDE RAILWAY TERMINAL, DAY

Song: "A Hard Day's Night"

The film opens with crowds of girls, shot in a sequence of CLOSEUPS,

chasing after GEORGE, JOHN and RINGO. The BOYS hare off just ahead of

them. They take a turn down a back alley way and the crowd of screaming

girls are after them. EXTERIOR, TERMINAL

They rush on through the narrow cobbled passageway and into the main

station [quickly show their tickets at the barrier for the London train].

(We see various bits of byplay: Paul, in a false beard, and an old man

hide behind newspapers on a bench; George, John and Ringo vault a barrier

and hide in a photo booth.) Finally they all get onto the platform as

hordes of yelling and screaming girls reach the closed gates. EXTERIOR, TERMINAL PLATFORM

[We see the fans rushing to the few platform ticket machines, and endless

pennies being dropped and tickets torn out in their haste to get onto the

platform to see the BOYS.] [NORM has been waiting for the BOYS and he hurries them to where all

their baggage, instruments and the drums are waiting, piled up to be put

into the guards' van. The BOYS turn and see the oncoming stream of girls

pushing through the bar riers and descending on them with yells and

shouts. They grab their instruments, RINGO makes for the drums. NORM

plugs into a handy transformer and using their instruments like a gun

volley to stop the onrush of females, the BOYS blast fire into a number

and start to sing. This stops the girls in their tracks and they settle

down on whatever they can to listen to them playing.] [As the BOYS are playing, we CUT BACK to the crowds. In the centre we see

PAUL struggling and pulling to fight his way through the girls to join

the other BOYS. He is dragging a very reluctant old man behind him. The

old man seems most disgruntled and we can see by his gestures how

unwilling he is to be pulled and pushed forward through all the girls.] [At last PAUL reaches the other BOYS. He sits the old man down on a pile

of cases and joins in the number to the squeals of delight from the fans.

The old man sits aloof and proud, ignoring the whole proceedings. JOHN,

GEORGE and RINGO look enquiringly at PAUL who gives a non-committal shrug

of the shoulders as if to say "it's not my fault" and the number

proceeds.] [SHOT of sudden horror on JOHN's face; PAUL follows his eyeline only to

see the old man has doffed his cap and is busily collecting money from a

disconcerted crowd. PAUL dives hastily into the crowd, and with suitable

apologies extracts the old man, and with a long suffering sigh, drags him

back to the group. GEORGE and PAUL hold him firmly as they finish the

number, the old man standing there between them.] [As the number finishes and the girls scream and shout with delight, the

guard blows his whistle. NORM and SHAKE grab the instruments and the

drums, and with the rest pile the lot into the guards' van.] The BOYS

head into their reserved compartment pursued by the fans but the train

moves off. They have successfully repelled all extra boarders. [The BOYS stand and wave to the fans until out of sight line... ] thegirls running along to the end of the platform waving and calling out. INTERIOR, RESERVED TRAIN COMPARTMENT

The BOYS relax, sitting down on one side of the compartment. They are

about to settle down and make themselves at home when first GEORGE nudges

RINGO who in turn nudges JOHN. Opposite them is sitting the LITTLE OLD

MAN. He is holding himself stiff, erect and very aloof. The three BOYS look at him enquiringly, but with an elaborate sniff, helooks away from them and out the window. PAUL catches his eye and winks at the LITTLE OLD MAN. He winks back at

PAUL, scowls at the other three then looks firmly out of the window

again. The BOYS turn on PAUL [crowding around him]. JOHN: Eh... pardon me for asking, but who's that little old man? PAUL: What little old man? JOHN: (pointing) That little old man. PAUL: Oh, that one. That's me grandfather. (GEORGE: Your grandfather?) (PAUL: Yeah.) GEORGE: That's not your grandfather. PAUL: It is, y'know. GEORGE: But I've seen your grandfather. He lives in your house. PAUL: Oh, that's me other grandfather, but he's my grandfather as well. JOHN: How d'you reckon that one out? PAUL: Well... everyone's entitled to two, aren't they, and this one'sme other one. JOHN: (long suffering) Well, we know that but what's he doing here? PAUL: Well, me mother said the trip u'd do him good. RINGO: How's that? PAUL: Oh... he's nursing a broken heart. The lads all look intently at the GRANDFATHER. JOHN: Aah... the poor old thing. He leans across to GRANDFATHER. JOHN: Eh, Mister, are you nursing a broken heart, then? The GRANDFATHER glares at him, in a way that indicates yes. JOHN: (To Paul) He's a nice old man, isn't he? PAUL: He's very clean. They all agree with Paul. [PAUL: (whispering) You see, he was going to get married but she threwhim over for a butcher.] [GEORGE: A butcher?] [PAUL: Yeah, she was fickle.] [JOHN: Aye and fond of fresh meat and all.] [PAUL: (seriously) No... it was his sweetbreads. She was dead kinky

for sweetbreads. Anyroad, me mother thought it'ud give him a change of

scenery, like.] [JOHN: Oh, I see.] John has been examining GRANDFATHER. He now leans forward to him (andcrosses to sit beside him). JOHN: (in a friendly voice) Hello, grandfather! GRANDFATHER: Hello. JOHN: (delightedly) He can talk then, (can he?) PAUL: (indignantly) Course he can talk. He's a human being, like. Isn'the? RINGO: (grinning) Well... if he's your grandfather, who knows? The lads all laugh. JOHN: And we're looking after him, are we? GRANDFATHER: I'll look after meself. PAUL: (standing up) Aye, that's what I'm afraid of! JOHN: He's got you worried, then? (PAUL: (combing hair) He's a villain, and a real mixer and he costs you afortune in breach of promise cases.) GEORGE: (disbelieving) Gerron. PAUL: No, straight up. [GRANDFATHER: The lad's given you the simple truth. I'm cursed widirresistible charm, I'm too attractive to be let loose.] At this moment, SHAKE, a tall man who works with the BOYS, pulls open thedoor of the compartment. (SHAKE: Hi, yer.) BOYS: Hi, Shake. SHAKE: You got on alright then? (JOHN: No.) SHAKE: We're here. Norm'll be along in a mo' with the tickets. He sees GRANDFATHER. SHAKE: [Morning!] (whispers)Who's that little old man? GEORGE: It's Paul's grandfather. SHAKE: Oh aye, but I thought... JOHN: (cutting in) No, that's his other one. SHAKE: That's alright then. JOHN: (displaying Grandfather) Clean though, isn't he? SHAKE: Oh yes, he's very clean. NORM the road manager appears behind SHAKE. NORM: Morning, lads. BOYS: Morning... Hi, Norm. NORM: (checking them quickly) Well, thank God you're all here. Now,

listen, I've had this marvellous idea... now just for a change, let's

all behave like ordinary responsible citizens. Let's not cause any

trouble, pull any strokes or do anything I'm going to be sorry for,

especially to- morrow at the television theatre, because... He looks sharply at JOHN who is [polishing his nails.] (sniffing abottle of Coke). Are you listening to me, Lennon? JOHN: (off-hand) You're a swine, isn't he George? GEORGE: (disinterested) Yeah... a swine. NORM: (just as indifferent) Thanks. He sees the GRANDFATHER. NORM: Eh... BOYS IN CHORUS: ...Who's that little old man? NORM: Well, who is he? RINGO: He belongs to Paul. NORM: (accepting the situation) Ah well, there you go. Look, I'm goingdown the diner for a cup of coffee, are you coming? PAUL: We'll follow you down. GRANDFATHER rises. GRANDFATHER: I want me coffee. NORM: He can come with Shake and me if you like? PAUL: Well, look after him. I don't want to find you've lost him. NORM: Don't be cheeky, I'll bind him to me with promises. GRANDFATHER joins SHAKE and NORM. NORM: (over Grandfather's head) He's very clean, isn't he? Come onGrandad. SHAKE and NORM collect GRANDFATHER and are in the process of leaving the

compartment when an upper class city Englishman, JOHNSON, attempts to

enter. There is a bit of confusion and they get tangled up with each

other. JOHNSON: Make up your minds, will you! At last SHAKE, NORM and GRANDFATHER sort themselves out and JOHNSON

enters with his case. The other three go to coffee. JOHNSON puts his case

up on the luggage rack, then sits down. All his movements are

disgruntled... he finally picks up his copy of the Financial Times and

burying himself behind it, starts to read. (PAUL: Morning.) (RINGO: Morning.) After a moment he looks up, notices the compartment window is open. He

gets up and without so much as a "by your leave" he closes it, glares at

the BOYS and sits down again. The BOYS exchange looks as if to say...

"Hello, Saucy!!" (RINGO: Woah!) PAUL: (politely) Do you mind if we have it opened? JOHNSON: (briefly) Yes, I do. JOHN: Yeah, but there are four of us, like, and we like it open, if it'sall the same to you, that is. JOHNSON: (rudely) Well, it isn't. I travel on this train regularly twicea week, so I suppose I've some rights. RINGO: Aye, well, so have we. He disappears behind his paper before the BOYS can say another word.

RINGO pulls a face at the raised paper and switches on his portable

radio. A pop number is playing. JOHNSON puts down his paper firmly. JOHNSON: And we'll have that thing off as well, thank you. RINGO: But I... JOHNSON leans over and switches it off. JOHNSON: An elementary knowledge of the Railway Acts would tell you I'mperfectly within my rights. He smiles frostily. PAUL: Yeah, but we want to hear it and there's more of us than you. We'rea community, like, a majority vote. Up the workers and all that stuff! JOHNSON: Then I suggest you take that damned thing into the corridor orsome other part of the train where you obviously belong. JOHN: (leaning forward to him) Gie's a kiss! PAUL: [Shurrup!] Look, Mister, we've paid for our seats too, you know. JOHNSON: I travel on this train regularly, twice a week. JOHN: Knock it off, Paul, y' can't win with his sort. After all, it's histrain, isn't it, Mister? JOHNSON: And don't you take that tone with me, young man! [GEORGE: But...] JOHNSON: (accusingly) I fought the war for your sort. RINGO: Bet you're sorry you won! JOHNSON: I'll call the guard! PAUL: Aye... but what? They don't take kindly to insults. Ah, come on,

you lot. Let's have a cup of coffee and leave [Toby the manger] (the

kennel to Lassie). The BOYS troop out of the door into the corridor. JOHNSON smiles

triumphantly. He is about to settle down to his paper when there is a tap

on the corridor window. He looks up and we see pressed against the window

a collection of hideous Beatle faces. PAUL: Eh, Mister... can we have our ball back! [The man jumps to his feet.] (Surreal shot of the BOYS running alongside the train, banging on thewindow.) (BOYS: Hey Mister... can we have our ball back!) (BOYS carry RINGO past the interior compartment window as if he iswounded.) [(BOYS: Hey Mister... can we have our ball back!)] [INTERIOR, OF THE CORRIDOR]

[The BOYS run away like a pack of school boys and disappear round the

corner.] [INTERIOR, OF THE CORRIDOR][From the P.O.V. of the door leading to the restaurant car.] [The BOYS come down the corridor in full flight, laughing away like happy

idiots. GEORGE and PAUL pull open the sliding doors. The BOYS look

inside.] INTERIOR, RESTAURANT CAR

From their P.O.V. we see the car is half empty and at a table in the

centre SHAKE and NORM and GRANDFATHER are sitting. On the table is a pile

of photos of the BOYS. NORM and SHAKE are arguing. NORM is being very

aggressive, much to SHAKE's discomfort. NORM: Yeah, you want to watch it. SHAKE: (unhappily) It's not my fault. NORM: Well, you stick to that story, son. SHAKE: I can't help it, I'm just taller than you are. GRANDFATHER: (to NORM slyly) They always say that. NORM: Yeah, well I got me eye on you. SHAKE: I'm sorry Norm, but I can't help being taller than you. NORM: Well, you don't have to rub me nose in it. I've a good mind to...(He is about to thump SHAKE.) JOHN: (enjoying himself) If you're going to have a barney I'll hold yourcoats. NORM: He started it. SHAKE: No, I didn't you did... GEORGE: Well, what happened? SHAKE: The old fella wanted these pictures and Norm said he couldn't have'em, all I said was "aw go on, be big about it." PAUL: And? NORM: Your grandfather pointed out Shake was always being taller than meto spite me. PAUL: I knew it, he started it, I should have known. NORM: Y'what? PAUL: You two have never had a quarrel in your life and in two minutes

flat he's got you at it. He's a king mixer. [Adam and Eve, meet the

serpent. Anthony and Cleopatra, there's your asp. Divide and Conquer,

that's this one's motto.] He hates group unity so he gets everyone at it. The BOYS, i.e. JOHN, GEORGE and RINGO, look at each other then at PAUL. [PAUL: Aye and we'll have to watch it and all.] GEORGE: I suggest you give him the photos and have done with it. NORM: You're right, here you are old devil. GRANDFATHER grins triumphantly and collects them, then with a sweet smilehe turns to PAUL. GRANDFATHER: Would you ever sign this one for us, Pauly? (NORM: Oh, come on Shake.) SHAKE and NORM leave. PAUL does so automatically but in the middle of signing he gets

suspicious. GRANDFATHER smiles at him charmingly so PAUL finishes

signing. [JOHN: Come on let's get this coffee.] [GRANDFATHER: Before you go, I think it's only fair to warn you about me

grandson... don't let our Paul have his own way all the time, 'cos if

you do he won't respect you!] [JOHN, RINGO and GEORGE take this up straight away. They all pretend tobe girls, RINGO jumps into PAUL's arms.] [GEORGE: (coyly) Oh, Paul, you can't have your own way!] [JOHN:

(invitingly, in a Marlene Dietrich voice) If I let you have your own way,

you little rascal, will you respect me?] [PAUL: (choked) I'll murder you, Grandfather!] [JOHN waltzes PAUL down to an empty table and the lads sit down.] GEORGE: Eh, look at that talent. They all gaze across the aisle. From their P.O.V. we see two veryattractive young girls, RITA and JEAN, having coffee. JOHN: Give 'em a pull. PAUL: Shall I? GEORGE: Aye, but don't rush. None of your five bar gate jumps and oversort of stuff. PAUL: Now what's that mean? GEORGE: (grinning) I don't really know, but it sounded distinguished,like, didn't it? JOHN: George Harrison, The Scouse of Distinction. We follow PAUL as he crosses over to the two girls. He places a bowler onhis head. PAUL: (Excuse me, madame.) (in posh accent) Excuse me, but these young

men I'm sitting with wondered if two of us could join you; I'd ask you

meself only I'm shy. The two girls giggle together. JOHN and GEORGE are about to move overwhen GRANDFATHER suddenly appears by their sides. GRANDFATHER: (sternly) I'm sorry, Miss, but you mustn't fraternise withmy prisoners. JEAN: Prisoners!! GRANDFATHER: Convicts in transit to Wormwood Scrubs. Typical old lags,the lot of 'em. THE BOYS: Y'what!!! [GRANDFATHER: Quiet, you lot, or I'll give you a touch of me truncheon.

(He points at Ringo.) That little one's the worst. If we don't keep him

on tablets he has fits.] [RINGO: (protesting) Now look here!!] [GRANDFATHER grabs two lumps of sugar from the table and forces them intoRINGO's mouth.] GRANDFATHER: Get out while you can, ladies, [his time's coming round forone of his turns.] The girls scurry out of the restaurant car. We are not sure if they

recognised the BOYS who look in amazement and horror at GRANDFATHER. They

are completely flabbergasted. [GRANDFATHER smiles at them benignly.] INTERIOR OF RAILWAY COMPARTMENT

SHAKE and NORM are seated. SHAKE is buried in a [science fiction book]

Mad Magazine. NORM looks at his watch, slightly worried. NORM: He's been gone a long time. SHAKE: (without looking up) Who? NORM: Paul's grandfather. SHAKE: Oh, I didn't notice, where'd he go? NORM: Down the.. er... SHAKE: Oh, down the... er...? NORM: Yeah, down the... er... SHAKE: Well, give a couple of minutes... He resumes reading. But NORM goes on worrying. [INTERIOR OF ANOTHER RAILWAY COMPARTMENT]

[GRANDFATHER is in full flight of conversation with a charming elderly

lady, AUDREY, who is listening intently.] [GRANDFATHER: (proudly) Yes, I'm their manager, I discovered them.] [AUDREY: Did you indeed, Mr. McCartney?] [GRANDFATHER: Now, Audrey, I told you, the name's John. We show bizpeople are a friendly lot.] [AUDREY: Of course.] [GRANDFATHER: Yes, they were playing the queues outside the picture

palaces of Liverpool. Scruffy young lads, lacking even the price of a jam

roll. Orphans, every Paddy's son of 'em. I saw their potential at once

although I had me doubts about the little fella, a savage primitive, that

Ringo, but it was him what gave in first. He picked up a brick and heaved

it at me and I quelled him wid one fierce flash of me eyes. "Mister, can

you spare us a penny copper?" he said. I was disarmed by the grubby

little outstretched mauler... So, I took them under me managerial

banner.] [AUDREY: The usual ten per cent?] [GRANDFATHER: Oh, not at all, I let them have twenty-five; sure aren'tthere four of them?] [AUDREY: (her eyes lighting up) How fascinating. Do go on...(pause)... John.] [GRANDFATHER: Oh, I'm all heart, Ma'am, all heart... Well, I let...] INTERIOR CORRIDOR OF TRAINNORM and SHAKE meet with the BOYS as they are returning from coffee. NORM: Eh, have you got Paul's grandfather? JOHN: Of course, he's concealed about me person. NORM: No... he's slipped off somewhere. PAUL: (accusingly) Have you lost him? NORM: Don't exaggerate. PAUL: You've lost him. SHAKE: Put it this way, he's mislaid him. PAUL: You can't trust you with anything, Norm. If you've lost him, I'llcripple you. SHAKE: He can't be far. [JOHN: I hope he fell off.] [PAUL: (mildly) Don't be callous.] (NORM: Come lads, lets look up the sharp end.) (GEORGE: What's the matter with you, then.) (RINGO and GEORGE are looking out a window together.) RINGO: [He] (His grandfather) doesn't like me, honest, I can tell...it's 'cos I'm little. GEORGE: You've got an inferiority complex, you have. RINGO: Yeah, I know, that's why I took up the drums. It's me activecompensatory factor. JOHN and PAUL run down the corridor. SHAKE and NORM turn from the door

and go in the opposite direction, GEORGE and RINGO follow after the other

two BOYS. INTERIOR CORRIDOR OF TRAIN

PAUL and JOHN look into various compartments. CLOSE SHOT of RINGO looking

into compartments in the manner of Groucho Marx. In one of the

compartments we see from RINGO's P.O.V. the occupant, a glamorous woman,

TANIA, with a small lap dog. She is beautifully and most expensively

dressed. She looks up and sees RINGO. RINGO smiles at her and she smiles

back. She then beckons him to join her. He looks around to see if she

means someone else. She nods a negative. RINGO looks back enquiringly

then points at himself as if to say: "Who, me?" TANIA smiles

enthusiastically. GEORGE has been watching all this. GEORGE: Are you going in, then? RINGO: No, she'll only reject me in the end and I'll be frustrated. GEORGE: You never know, you might be lucky this time. RINGO: No, I know the psychological pattern and it plays hell with medrum skins. RINGO blows her a kiss. She blows RINGO a kiss back but he then movessadly on. INTERIOR, FURTHER DOWN THE CORRIDOR

PAUL enters a compartment followed by JOHN. The two girls, RITA and JEAN,

from the restaurant car are sitting there. PAUL: Excuse me but have you seen that little old man we were with? The girls jump up, surprised. JOHN: We've broken out, oh, the blessed freedom of it all! (He extends

his hands as if handcuffed.) Eh, have you got a nail file, these

handcuffs are killing me. [PAUL: Will you stop it!] PAUL: Sorry for disturbing you,[miss] girls. JOHN is now by the door, he leers at the girls horribly. JOHN: I bet you can guess what I was in for. He cackles like a maniac before disappearing, the door closing after him. (INTERIOR, TRAIN CORRIDOR)

A waiter carrying a tray with champagne and glasses on it passes into one

of the compartments with the blinds down. [PAUL: How about that one?] PAUL moves towards the compartment. PAUL: (to John) [to Ringo and George] [Did you} (Should we) go in here? [GEORGE](JOHN): No. I mean, it's probably a honeymoon couple or a companydirector or something. PAUL: Well, I'm going to broaden [our] (my) outlook. PAUL opens the door of the compartment. INTERIOR OF COMPARTMENT

From the BOYS' P.O.V. we see GRANDFATHER and the elderly lady, AUDREY,

sipping champagne and nibbling caviar on toast. GRANDFATHER: (looking up) Congratulate me, boys, I'm engaged. PAUL enters and crosses over to him. PAUL: Oh no you're not, not this time. [You've gone too far this time...and who's paying for all this?] [GRANDFATHER: It's all taken care of. It's down on our bill.] [PAUL: Oh, well that's alright (Realising) What?] [AUDREY: Young man, kindly moderate your tone when you address myfianc?e.] [PAUL: I'm sorry, Missus, but the betrothal's off. (He grabs GRANDFATHERby the arm.) I'll refuse me consent, he's over-age!] [AUDREY grabs GRANDFATHER's other arm and pulls back.] [AUDREY: Leave him alone, after all he's done for you is this the way yourepay him.] [A tug of war now starts between PAUL and AUDREY.] [PAUL: (pulling) Him? He's never done anything for anybody in his life.] [AUDREY: (pulling) You dare to say that when even those ridiculous

clothes you are wearing were bought when you forced him to sell out his

gilt edged Indomitables!!] [JOHN and GEORGE jump on the seat egging PAUL and AUDREY on.] [JOHN: Come on, auntie, you're winning.] [GEORGE: Get in there, Paul, she's weakening.] [RINGO attempts to interfere.] [RINGO: Look, Missus, this is all a misunderstanding, you see, he's...] [AUDREY: Keep away from me, you depraved lout, I know all about yourterrible past.] [RINGO: Y'what?] [She hits RINGO with her handbag and continues struggling with PAUL forGRANDFATHER. Then RINGO grabs her handbag to stop her from hitting him.] [RINGO: He's given me a bad character, blackguarding me name to all andsundry. He's got to be stopped. It's not fair.] [RINGO pushes out into the corridor, forgetting that he is holding thewoman's handbag. A voice shouts off from outside.] [VOICE OFF: That's one of them... stop thief!] [INTERIOR CORRIDOR]

[From RINGO's P.O.V. we see down to the right the city man, JOHNSON,

approaching with a GUARD. RINGO turns the other way to the left when he

is joined by three other BOYS. From their P.O.V. down the corridor we see

the two girls, autograph books in hand, followed by ten girls from the

same school.] [Both groups are closing in on the BOYS. There's no escape.] [RINGO: (looking down at the handbag in his hand) Oh Mother!!] INTERIOR, TRAIN LUGGAGE VAN

Very dark, and behind bars we see GRANDFATHER. He is sitting crouched up

on a wooden box tea chest and looks pretty miserable. He turns towards

the CAMERA, in the foreground of the SHOT we see PAUL standing. [In the

background an impassive GUARD is reading a paper which he does

throughout the scene.] GRANDFATHER: (bitterly) And to think me own grandson would have let themput me behind bars! PAUL: Don't dramatise. The CAMERA PULLS BACK and we see GRANDFATHER in the luggage compart- ment

of the guards' van. In with him are [a crate of chickens and] a dog .

[The chickens peck at him, GRANDFATHER moves listlessly away.] PAUL: Let's face it, you're lucky to be here. If they'd have had theirway you'd have been dropped off at Stafford. [GRANDFATHER proudly turns away from PAUL who dodges round so he canstill see his face.] PAUL: Well, you've got to admit you've upset a lot of people. (At least Ican keep my eye on you while you're stuck in here.) [GRANDFATHER turns away again.] [PAUL: Alright, how about Ringo? I mean... he's very upset, you know...

and as far as your girlfriend, little Audrey's concerned, she's

finished with men for the rest of her natural, and another thing...] [GRANDFATHER: (cutting in) You're left-handed, aren't you, Paul?] [PAUL: Yeah... so what?] [GRANDFATHER: Why do you always use your left hand?] [PAUL: Well, don't be daft, I've got to.] [GRANDFATHER: And I take a left-handed view of life, I've got to.] [PAUL grins. After a moment of looking at him, PAUL opens the door of theluggage compartment and joins GRANDFATHER on a box.] PAUL: Shove up! GRANDFATHER produces a penny. GRANDFATHER: Odds or evens? PAUL sighs. PAUL: Odds. GRANDFATHER flips the coin. The guards' van door opens and JOHN, GEORGE and RINGO come in, [with themare the girls, RITA and JEAN.] JOHN: (as he sees PAUL behind the bars) Don't worry, son, we'll get youthe best lawyer [trading] (green) stamps can buy. PAUL: Oh, it's a laugh a line with Lennon. (to Ringo) Anyroad up...It's all your fault. RINGO: Me? Why? (PAUL: Why not?) [GEORGE: Bag-snatcher.] [GRANDFATHER: That's right; convict without trial... Habeus corpus.] [JOHN: (casually) Every morning.] JOHN has been looking around the guards' van. JOHN: Gaw, it's depressing in here, isn't it? Funny... (he pats the

dog.) 'cos they usually reckon dogs more than people in England, don't

they? You'd expect something a little more palatial. (He shudders.)

[Let's have a little action.] Let's do something, then. He produces a deck of cards. PAUL: Like what? [JOHN: Well, I've got me gob stopper. (He produces his mouth organ.)Look, a genuine Stradivarius, hand tooled at Dagenham.] (JOHN: Mmm.) (PAUL: Okay.) (As the BOYS begin to play cards), the GIRLS John and Paul saw earlierarrive. (GEORGE: God, it's the girls.) (RINGO: I'll deal.) (JOHN: Aye, aye, the Liverpool shuffle. Two to you, two to me, three tohim.) Song: "I Should Have Known Better"

[And to RINGO's beat on a tea chest they are off, PAUL and GEORGE

improvising other sounds, much to the GIRLS' delight. During the number,

GRANDFATHER quietly lets the latch off the chicken crate and chickens

begin to wander through the scene.] [EXTERIOR, TRAIN IN MOTION FROM ABOVE, NIGHT]

[While the number is progressing, the train is getting nearer and nearer

to London.] [EXTERIOR, PLATFORM TERMINUS][SHOTS of the station full of GIRLS waiting for the BOYS.] INTERIOR, GUARDS' VAN

[By the time the number finishes the train pulls up with a sharp halt

that sends all the passengers sprawling, BOYS and GIRLS.] (JOHN: He's riding his lucky wave.) (RINGO: All mine.) (JOHN: It won't buy you happiness, my son.) NORM enters the guards' van. NORM: Don't move, any of you. They've gone potty out there. The wholeplace is surging with girls. JOHN: Please, can I have one to surge with? [NORM: No.] [JOHN: Ah, go on, you swine.] NORM: No, you can't. Look, as soon as I tell you, run through this doorand into the big car that's waiting. He points and we see a big car parked across the road. The BOYS prepareto depart, lining up with GRANDFATHER at the door. EXTERIOR, PLATFORM TERMINUS

Just as they are ready to go a line of taxis draws up parallel to the

train and now separates them from the big car waiting for them. [NORM: Oh no!] [GRANDFATHER pushes past the BOYS, holding his coat closed.] (NORM: Come on lads, come on.) [GRANDFATHER: Alright, lads, follow me.] [And before NORM can stop him, he darts out of the door, PAUL after him.

The fans further down the platform see PAUL and charge forward... in a

panic NORM and the others follow, JOHN just having time to kiss both the

GIRLS.] [JOHN: Vive l'amour!] [NORM drags him away.] EXTERIOR, RAILWAY STATION

[The BOYS manage to follow GRANDFATHER by leaping onto a motorized

luggage carrier, GEORGE driving and the other three posing as a frozen

tableau on the back. GRANDFATHER has arrived at a taxi door. He flings it

open and runs through, opening the other do or, thus making a safe bridge

to the car.] [The BOYS follow. They run towards GRANDFATHER's taxi. The FANS have

followed the BOYS and we see streams of GIRLS piling through all the

taxis [one of which contains JOHNSON the city man, opening and shutting

the doors to get through, much to the indignation of the TAXI DRIVERS.] [INTERIOR, BIG CAR]

[NORM is sitting in front with the DRIVER. FRANK, the four BOYS and

GRANDFATHER are squashed together in the back.] [NORM: (to the driver) Go like the clappers, son!] [FRANK: (smoothly) That was my entire intention, sir.] (SHAKE, having seen the BOYS, NORM, and GRANDFATHER successfully escape,

has been left on the baggage platform with all of the equipment. He sighs

and begins loading it up.) EXTERIOR, STATION

The car moves off surrounded by the FANS; [from a height] we see them

converge on the car but it moves forcefully out of the station and off.

It moves into the traffic in the main road and the journey to the hotel

begins. INTERIOR, HOTEL SUITE

There is a reception room and off it lead rooms that are presumably

bedrooms, bathroom, etc. JOHN is lying sprawled out on a settee

[listening to a transistor radio, demolishing a basket of fruit.] PAUL is

sitting at an upright piano and GRANDFATHER is mooching about the room.

One of the doors opens and GEORGE ente rs followed by RINGO, none of the

BOYS are wearing coats. RINGO: I don't snore. GEORGE: You do - repeatedly. RINGO: (to John) Do I snore? JOHN: (eating a banana) You're a window rattler, son. RINGO: Well, that's just your opinion. Do I snore, Paul? PAUL: (stopping playing) With a trombone hooter like yours it 'ud beunnatural if you didn't. GRANDFATHER: Don't mock the afflicted, Pauly. PAUL: Oh for Pete's sake, it's only a joke. GRANDFATHER: Well, it may be a joke, but it's his nose. He can't help

having a [horrible] hideous great hooter [nose], it's the only one he's

got. And his poor little head's trembling under the weight of it. NORM enters with three piles of fan mail and places them in front of JOHNon a table. RINGO is almost in tears, examining his nose in a mirror. NORM: Paul, John, George - get at it. JOHN: Hello the income tax have caught up with us at last. PAUL and GEORGE gather round the low table. RINGO is left out of it. RINGO: None for me, then? NORM: Sorry. John hands RINGO a single envelope. JOHN: That'll keep you busy. GRANDFATHER: It's your nose, y'see. Fans are funny that way. Take adislike to things. They'll pick on a nose... RINGO: You go and pick on your own. SHAKE enters with a stack of mail about three times larger than all theothers put together. (SHAKE: Hey, here.) JOHN: Is that yours? SHAKE: For Ringo. He dumps it in RINGO's arms who staggers into an armchair. The BOYS sendhim up. JOHN: That must have cost you a fortune in stamps, Ringo. GEORGE: He comes from a large family. RINGO: (dumping the letters) Well. RINGO opens his letter and reads it. It contains a large embossed card. RINGO: Eh, what's [Boyd's Club] (Le Circle Club?) The lads gather round him and PAUL takes the card from him and reads. PAUL: "The Management of [Boyd's] Le Circle Club takes pleasure in

requesting the company of Mr. Richard Starkey, that's you, in their

recently refinished gaming rooms. Chemin de Fer. Baccarat, Roulette, and

Champagne Buffet." [Blimey!] RINGO: (surprised) And they want me? JOHN: Oh it's got round that you're a [heavy punter] big spender. NORM: (snatching the card) Well you're not going. RINGO: Ah. GRANDFATHER: (taking card from Norm) Quite right, invites to gambling

dens full of easy money and fast women, chicken sandwiches and cornets of

caviar, disgusting! He pockets the card himself. RINGO: That's mine. NORM: Have done, and you lot get your pens out. BOYS: Why? NORM: It's homework time for all you college puddings. I want this lot(he indicates the fan letters) all answered tonight. The BOYS all protest. (RINGO: I want to go out.) NORM: I'll brook no denial! JOHN: It's all right for you, you couldn't get a pen in your foot, youswine. NORM: [Come on, Shake, we'll leave 'em to their penmanship.] (Chatter on,

chatter on, but a touch of the writer's cramp will soon sort you out.

Come on Shake.) (SHAKE: Ta, then.) He goes followed by SHAKE. There is a pause and JOHN deliberately risesslowly and crosses to his coat. He puts it on and walks to the door. (GEORGE: Where are you going?) JOHN: [While the swine's away the piglets can play. What are we waitingfor?] (He told us to stay here, didn't he?) Come on. With a whoop PAUL, GEORGE and RINGO collect their coats and head for thedoor. [GRANDFATHER: What about all these letters?] [BOYS: Read 'em!] They disappear. After a moment GRANDFATHER takes out RINGO's card. C.U. GRANDFATHER: [And a free champagne buffet.] He grins to himself. At this moment a WAITER enters with a tray. (WAITER: I'll clean up, sir.) He is clad in tails and GRANDFATHER eyes them longingly, measuring

himself the while alongside the startled waiter. He leaves us with no

doubt in our minds what he wants, i.e., the waiter's suit. INTERIOR, DANCING CLUB

Song: "I Want To Be Your Man"

The club is the latest in modern decor and full of teen-agers all

enjoying themselves. The CAMERA wanders around the club till it finally

picks out JOHN, PAUL, GEORGE and RINGO all crowded around one small

table. The music is blaring away from a juke box and the BOYS join the

dancers. They are recognised and given smiles and nods of encouragement

by all the other customers. During this scene we CUT AWAY. INTERIOR, LE CIRCLE CLUB

The whole atmosphere is of quiet elegance and loud wealth. Around the

baccarat table the rich, bored customers sit barely moving a face muscle

as they languidly murmur "suivez" and "banco" to the dealer as he

operates the shoe. The manager of the club is beaming with satisfaction

as he surveys his customers. One of these customers is clad in evening

dress and he has his back to us. The rest of the players (male) are in

suits. By each of them is standing a lush lady with a bored sophisticated

face that loo ks as if it has been painted on. From the REVERSE of the

LAST SHOT we now see the solitary evening dress player is GRANDFATHER. He

looks around him and wipes off his look of enjoyment and elaborately out-

bores everyone in the room. DEALER: Alors, M'sieur? GRANDFATHER: (nonchalant) Soufl?e. He turns to the buxom BLONDE, who is dripping over him. GRANDFATHER: I bet you're a great swimmer. My turn? Bingo! CROUPIER: Pas "Bingo," M'sieur... Banco. GRANDFATHER: (taking cards) I'll take the little darlings anyway. He takes up the cards and can't understand that they are unnumbered. GRANDFATHER: Two and one is three, carry one is four. The buxom BLONDE leans over him. [BLONDE: Lay them down.] [GRANDFATHER: (disturbed by his eyeline) Eh?] [BLONDE: Lay them down.] [GRANDFATHER: We'd be thrown out.] [BLONDE: Your cards... lay them down... face up.] [He does so.] CROUPIER: Huit [a la pointe]... et sept. (He pushes chips and box toGrandfather.) [BLONDE: You had a lovely little pair, y'see.] [GRANDFATHER: I did?] [CROUPIER taps impatiently on box shoe.] [BLONDE: They're yours.] [GRANDFATHER: They are?] [BLONDE: The cards... you're bank.] INTERIOR, DANCING CLUB

Song: "Don't Bother Me"

The BOYS are having a rare old time and the place is really moving. [INTERIOR, LE CIRCLE CLUB]

[GRANDFATHER is playing and a waiter is checking the requirements of the

players.] [GRANDFATHER: Bingo!] [CROUPIER: (wearily) M'lord dit "bingo."] [WAITER: (to Grandfather) A little light refreshment.] [GRANDFATHER: (lordly) A glass of the old chablis to wash down a gesture

of gibblets wouldn't go amiss. (He resumes his game.) Soufl?e, chop

chop.] [The CROUPIER uses the spatula to pick up a card. GRANDFATHER grabs itand scoops some sandwiches off a passing tray.] INTERIOR, LE CIRCLE CLUB

GRANDFATHER is looking worried at the call of the card he loses and we

see that all his chips have gone. He notices the waiter delivering snacks

and champagne to a couple, so quick as a flash, he places a handkerchief

over his arm and writing a bill out on a piece of paper, presents it to

the couple and collects payment in chips. He then resumes playing. GRANDFATHER: Bingo! INTERIOR, DANCING CLUB

Song: "All My Loving"

The BOYS are at their table again laughing and enjoying themselves, when

suddenly their faces freeze. From their P.O.V. we see NORM standing

glowering down at them. With him is SHAKE. Reluctantly the BOYS rise and

follow NORM out. INTERIOR, HOTEL ROOM

Waiter is sitting on chair in underclothes, reading. He hears a noise,

says "The manager!" and hides in outer clothes closet. NORM and the BOYS

enter saying: NORM: Now get on with it. JOHN: We were going to do it. NORM: Aye, well, now! (He goes through bedroom.) RINGO goes to hang up coat in closet. He does so, then crosses to rest. RINGO: Any of you lot put a man in that cupboard? ALL: A man? No. RINGO: Well somebody did. GEORGE goes to cupboard. We see the WAITER from his P.O.V. He closes door, returns to group. GEORGE: He's right, y'know. BOYS: (disinterested) Ah well, there you go. SHAKE enters front door, goes to hang up coat and drags WAITER out. SHAKE: Eh, what's all this? PAUL: Oh, him... He's been lurking. JOHN: Aye, he looks a right lurker. SHAKE: (to WAITER) You're undressed. Where are your clothes? WAITER: The old gentlemen borrowed them to go gambling at Le Circle. [PAUL: No!] RINGO: Oh, he's gone to my club, has he? PAUL: (turning on Ringo) Yeah, it's all your fault, getting invites togambling clubs. He's probably in the middle of an orgy by now. JOHN: Well, what are we waiting for? [SHAKE: Aye, come on, honest, that grandfather of yours is worse than anyof you lot.] (WAITER: What about me?) (JOHN: Too old.) INTERIOR, LE CIRCLE CLUBGRANDFATHER is drinking champagne [in locked arms] with BLONDE. WAITER: Encore de champagne, Monsieur? GRANDFATHER: Yes, and I'll have some more champagne as well. He takesanother swig of his glass. MANAGER: (beaming) Lord John McCartney, he's the millionaire Irish Peer,filthy rich of course. CUSTOMER: Oh I don't know, looks [rather] (quite) clean to me. [The MANAGER comes to GRANDFATHER's side.] [MANAGER: Play is about to resume, m'lord.] [GRANDFATHER: (handing him a chip) Lead me to it, I've a winning itchthat only success can pacify.] [He takes his place at the table. The MANAGER watches for a moment thenmoves away from the table towards the club reception desk.] INTERIOR, LE CIRCLE CLUB RECEPTION DESKJOHN, PAUL, GEORGE, RINGO, NORM and SHAKE are trying to gain entrance. (NORM: Come ahead you lot. Try to act with a bit of decorum - this is aposh place.) (JOHN. We know how to behave, we've had lessons.) ATTENDANT: I'm sorry sir, members and invited guests only. [PAUL, GEORGE, RINGO, JOHN: I've got to get in. It's urgent andimportant. I've had an invite. Take me to your leader.] [NORM: Shurrup.] [The boys do.] (NORM: Well, uh... ) (ATTENDANT: (letting them in) Oh, yes.) (SHAKE: I'm with them, I'm Ringo's sister.) The BOYS enter and meanwhile the MANAGER has walked into SHOT. He

recognises the BOYS and welcomes them with false enthusiasm. They all

start to enter the main room. NORM: [All we want to know is] Have you got a little old man in there? MANAGER: (pleasantly) Do you mean Lord McCartney? C.U. PAUL: He's at it again, look, I'm his grandfather... I mean... BLONDE: (standing next to Grandfather) Oh, it must be the dolly floorshow. [JOHN: Stay where you are everybody this is a raid and we want him.] GRANDFATHER: Who are these ruffians?... I've never seen them before inmy life!.. They grab the protesting GRANDFATHER and drag him into the reception

area. He keeps trying to return to BLONDE and table. [GEORGE and RINGO

each take an end of the velvet cord hanging between the two stanchions.

They exchange ends and rehook it, thus encircling GRANDFATHER by the

entrance desk.] They then go to settle up. MANAGER: (with false charm) Before you go, gentlemen, there's the smallmatter of the bill. [He snaps his fingers and a waiter hands him the bill.] NORM: (taking it) I'll settle that. He glances at it. NORM: A hundred and eighty pounds! MANAGER: (icily) I beg your pardon, guineas. At that moment a WAITER appears with a tray full of pound notes. WAITER: Your winnings, my lord, one hundred and ninety pounds. The MANAGER tears up the bill and takes the money. GRANDFATHER: How about me change? MANAGER: Cloak room charge. He hands GRANDFATHER his old mackintosh. RINGO: (brightly) Ah well, easy come, easy go. (The others glower athim.) Well. INTERIOR, LARGE HOTEL BATHROOM, DAY

{Though this scene was written by Alun Owen and not improvised, it was

not a part of the original script. It was added later as a way to give

George Harrison more to do in the film.} The bath is full of bubbles and the bubbles are high over the top

of the bath. After a moment, JOHN's head appears out of the bubbles; he

is wearing his leather cap and in his hands are a toy merchant ship and a

toy submarine. He begins to play an elaborate game of U-Boat hunting of

British ships; he conducts the game in pig German, barking orders. GEORGE

now enters, he is dressed in his undervest and trousers, and he is

carrying a sponge bag and hand towel. Behind lumbers SHAKE. JOHN: Guten morgan, mein Herr. Konnen Sie nach ein tea haben? Ah, thefilthy Englander, gootey morgee. SHAKE: (off hand)(Keep Britain tidy.) (Pleadingly)Aw, go on George. GEORGE: Don't be ridiculous. SHAKE: You said I could. GEORGE: Honest, me mind boggles at the very idea. A grown man, and you'venever shaved with a safety razor. SHAKE: It's not my fault, I'm from a long line of electricians. GEORGE: Well, you're not practising on me. SHAKE: All right. Well, show us then. GEORGE: (long suffering) Oh, come on then. GEORGE has unpacked his razor and can of lather. He now has an idea, and

instead of lathering his face, he lathers SHAKE's image in the mirror and

to demonstrate shaving, he shaves the image. [He, however, pulls all the

appropriate faces of shaving on his own face followed closely by SHAKE.]

In the background JOHN continues the North Atlantic sea-war. JOHN: Rule Britannia, Britannia rule the... GEORGE: Put that tongue away, it looks disgusting hanging there all pinkand naked - one slip of the razor and... [CLOSE UP SHAKE as he hastily withdraws his tongue with a gulp.] At thismoment there is a loud sound from JOHN, then a cry of: JOHN: Hilf ich, uns hilfen. Help! [SHAKE AND GEORGE rush to the bath side just in time to see JOHNdisappear below the surface of the bubbles.] GEORGE: (to Shake) Torpedoed again. They are about to resume the shaving lesson when NORM enters. NORM: [And what's all this? Do you know there's a dirty great car waiting

to take you lot to the television place? (He bundles SHAKE and GEORGE out

of bathroom.) Where's John?] Come on lads, there's a car waiting to take

you to the studio. Where's John? GEORGE: (as he exits) In the bath. NORM crosses to the bath. [NORM: Right you are Lennon.] NORM: All right, Lennon, let's have you. CLOSE UP NORM looking smug. There is no response so NORM goes to the topof the bath and pulls out the plug. NORM: Come on John, stop larking about. NORM waits a moment then turns to the bath, a look of horror comes overhis face and we see the bath is empty. NORM: John! John! We CUT from bath to NORM, still amazed, and JOHN's head comes into frame. JOHN: [I wonder how I did it!] What are you messing around with that boatfor - there's a car waiting, come on! [INTERIOR, BIG CAR MOVING ON WAY TO STUDIOS][The BOYS have settled down.] [JOHN: Should I say it?] [GEORGE: Follow your impulse.] [RINGO: It'll only get you into trouble.] [JOHN: (to RINGO) Aah, shurrup, misery!] [JOHN slouches forward.] [JOHN: (urgently) O.K. Driver, follow that car!] [The driver is an urbane man in a handsome grey uniform.] [FRANK: (indicating the traffic) Would you like to be a little moreprecise, sir?] [JOHN: Well, that's the wrong line for a start.] [FRANK: Sorry? (meaning: "I beg your pardon.")] [GEORGE: Oh, don't pay any attention to him, he was just fulfilling alife-long ambition.] [FRANK: I see.] [JOHN: Yeah, you know, "O.K. Buster, follow that car, there's a sawbuckin it for you if you get real close!"] [FRANK: Oh, yes, now I'm with you. But, gee, Mister, I've got my licenseto think of... we're doing a hundred now...] [The car is stopped in traffic behind a bus. JOHN gets out of car and

walks to the front JOHN leans in window delightedly, he flashes his

wallet. The car starts again.] [JOHN: (walking alongside) Ever seen one of these before?] [FRANK: Ah... a shamus, eh?] [JOHN: I see you go to the night court.] [FRANK: I've made the scene.] [JOHN: (jumping into car) Well, remem- ber, it's Leathery Magee up aheadin that convertible, so cover me in the stake out.] [GEORGE: I don't think that bit's right.] [JOHN: What do you expect from an ad lib... Raymond Chandler?] [EXTERIOR, STREET]

[As the big car overtakes a company director's Rolls, JOHN lowers his

window and the BOYS let out an imaginary hail of bullets at the executive

in the back. He re- acts violently and starts to shout at them. As he

does so, he presses the button of his win - dow so that we hear only part

of it. But what we do hear is unpleasant. He immediately presses the

button and the window rises.] [RINGO and PAUL jump out of the car. RINGO takes two drumsticks from his

coat pocket and using them as bandilleros, inserts them with style into

the radiator grill (V.O. "Ole" from the BOYS). PAUL then using his coat

as a matador's cloak, does a butterfly pass at the car which has just

started up, narrowly missing him but he keeps in the matador position.] [INTERIOR, CAR]

[NORM: Will you all stop it, you're like a gang of school kids. I knew

this was going to happen one day.] [JOHN: (as Ringo and Paul climb in) Well, you shouldn't have had baconfor your breakfast, you cannibal.] [FRANK: (to Norm) We're nearly there, sir.] [JOHN: Eh... don't call him sir, he's got enough delusions of power asit is.] [CLOSE SHOT of a long suffering NORM.] [NORM: And I was happy in the bakery. I'll never know why I left.] EXTERIOR, OLD VICTORIAN MUSIC HALL THEATRE

Which has been converted to the T.V. studios. There are a few groups of

GIRL FANS standing outside the front of the theatre, but against the curb

of the pavement is a night-watchman's canvas hut and brazier. The car

approaches. INTERIOR, CAR

NORM: Get ready John, open the door and as it draws up, out you go and

straight in. JOHN nods and opens the door. The FANS start to swarm 'round them. To

escape, the BOYS dash into the night-watchman's canvas hut, pick it up

and run with it to the stage door, revealing the night-watchman, staring

in astonishment. At the door the BOYS put the hut down and enter the theatre. INTERIOR, [STAGE DOOR ENTRANCE] HOTEL LOBBY

[As the BOYS enter, two P.R.O. men in dark suits, stiff white collars and

old school ties step forward and smile menacingly.] [FIRST P.R.O. MAN: (menacingly) Press conference, they're waiting foryou.] Two P.R.O.'s are waiting and checking their watches. NORM and BEATLESenter. They are hurried across foyer and up the stairs by the P.R.O.'s. (FIRST P.R.O.: We can't wait much longer. We'll just have to start.) (SECOND P.R.O.: Come on boys. Hurry up.) (FIRST P.R.O.: Where have you been? There's a press conference you knewwe were arranging.) NORM: (jovially) Give us a couple of shakes to get our breath. [FIRST P.R.O. MAN: (more menacingly) They're waiting now!] (JOHN: Give us a shout when it's over.) [PAUL: This lot means it. They're even taking hostages.] (JOHN: I have a suit just like that, but I don't like the handkerchief. I

always have the handkerchief in me trouser pocket. You can't blow your

nose on it up there, can you, Mister?) [And without more ado they grab an arm each and march the protestingNORM towards the stairs that lead to the Dress Circle.] [The BOYS, SHAKE and GRANDFATHER rush after the rapidly disappearingNORM, who by now is half way up the stairs.] INTERIOR, [DRESS CIRCLE LOUNGE] BALLROOM

[It is empty except for two BARMAIDS poised ready to serve, standing

behind trestle tables full of drinks and sandwiches.] The dark suited MEN

enter with NORM and close behind them follows GRANDFATHER, SHAKE and the

BOYS. The group arrives at the centre of the lounge and have time to look

about and see the food b ut before they can get to it, from all

directions NEWSPAPERMEN and PHOTOGRAPHERS converge upon them. Now begins an elaborate tug-of-war between various PHOTOGRAPHERS using

their flash attachments and REPORTERS to capture a Beatle and in the

midst of this running battle a man with a portable recorder is trying to

interview them. Together and singly the BO YS are pushed about the room

and while this goes on a hard core of NEWSPAPERMEN are busily devouring

sandwiches and pouring themselves drinks, to the annoyance of the

BARMAIDS. Every time one of the BOYS attempts to get a sandwich or a drink, it is

either too late, the plate is empty, or they are intercepted. The single

and constant thing we see in the scene is the pushing and pulling, heavy

im- personal handling; the BOYS are j ust things to be placed like still

life in one advantageous position after another. During the scene these

individual exchanges take place: [SOUND REPORTER: What's your philosophy of life?] [JOHN: I'm torn between Zen and I'm Alright, Jack.] [REPORTER: Has success changed your life?] [RINGO: Yes.] [REPORTER: Do you like playing the guitar?] [GEORGE: Next to kissing girls it's favourities.] (REPORTER: ...highbrow music?) (GEORGE: I've always liked that question.) (JOHN: I never noted his nose until about six months ago.) (GEORGE: And me mother asked me before we left for America if we wantedany sandwiches.) (RINGO: And when I plugged her in she just blew up.) (REPORTER: Tell me how did you find America?) (JOHN: Turn left at Greenland.) (REPORTER: Has success changed your life?) (GEORGE: Yes.) (PAUL: I'd like to keep Britain tidy.) (REPORTER: Are you a mod or a rocker?) (RINGO: Uh, no, I'm a mocker.) (REPORTER: (to John) Have you any hobbies?)(JOHN scribbles an answer ona piece of paper.) PAUL: No, actually, we're just good friends. (REPORTER: Do you think these haircuts have come to stay?) (RINGO: Well, this one has you know, stuck on good and proper now.) (REPORTER: Frightfully nice.) (REPORTER: What would you call that hairstyle you're wearing?) (GEORGE: Arthur.) PAUL: No, actually we're just good friends. (RINGO: Yours are brown, aren't they?) (REPORTER: What do you call that collar?) (RINGO: A collar.) (REPORTER: Do you often see your father?) PAUL: No, actually we're just good friends. (REPORTER: How do you like your girlfriends to dress?) (RINGO: (laughs)) HIGH SHOT of the press reception and we see the BOYS ease their way out

[until they get to the curtained entrance to the Dress Circle; completely

unnoticed, they slip through.] INTERIOR, THEATRE DRESS CIRCLE

The BOYS come up the stairs into the Dress Circle proper. GRANDFATHER and

SHAKE are sitting there having a picnic of beer and sandwiches. GEORGE: Come on - drag that was, wasn't it? Couldn't even get a jambuttie, could you? JOHN: No, I didn't get anything. PAUL: (ironically, to Grandfather and Shake) Anything to spare? GRANDFATHER: We've just finished, Pauly. George, write us your John Henryon this picture. [GEORGE: Sure.] PAUL: [Ah well.] Eh, look (at that. Is that our set)! He points, and from PAUL's P.O.V. we see on stage, the setting up of the

show, scenery and lights, cameras and sound equipment are being put into

position by a small army of studio staff. DANCERS and SINGERS are milling

about as well. [PAUL: Let's go and muck in.] [JOHN: Aye, before anyone stops us.] JOHN: Well, should we go down and have a go? They exit to rows of the Dress Circle and go through the entrance down

the narrow stairs to the stalls and on to the stage that is built and

extended right into the stalls which are partly covered up. (PAUL: (as they are hidden from view) Come on lads, trees andeverything.) (RINGO: There's a - there's a lot of fellers for one set.) (PAUL: I love trees.) (GEORGE: Look at the birds.) (PAUL: Just passing through.) SHAKE: Where are ye? INTERIOR, STAGE

Everyone is so busy that they hardly notice the BOYS, who wander about

and examine the studio equipment. A load of three drum sets are being

brought on stage [and a voice shouts out:] [PAUL: Here... here. (to TECHNICIAN) How do you do?] [RINGO: Morning.] [PAUL: Hey Norm, have you got my guitar? We'll have a tune up.] [VOICE: Here, what about these electric guitars?] [SHAKE: Where are they?] [VOICE: [back here, mate.] On the stage, down here.] [SHAKE: (going towards the voice) coming.] RINGO is busy setting up his drums, and MEN are setting up the other

sets. He drops a stick and the FLOOR MANAGER retrieves it and is about to

tap the drum. The FLOOR MANAGER is a languid young man. RINGO: Leave them drums alone. FLOOR MANAGER: Oh, surely one can have a tiny touch. RINGO: If you so much as breathe heavy on them, I'm out on strike. FLOOR MANAGER: Aren't you being rather arbitrary? RINGO: That's right retreat behind a smoke screen of bourgeois cliches. Idon't go round messing about with your earphones, do I? FLOOR MANAGER: Spoil sport! RINGO: Well! RINGO fusses like a mother hen clucking over his drums. The FLOOR MANAGERis furious. GEORGE: He's very touchy about those drums. They loom large in hislegend. [RINGO gives his drums a defiant crash JOHN and PAUL stop whatever theyare up to and hurry over.] PAUL: What's up? GEORGE: (pointing) He's sulking again. JOHN: I'll show him. Song: "If I Fell"

[He picks up a set of drum sticks and bashes back at RINGO, who does a

more complicated drum roll. GEORGE now joins in and to PAUL's

encouragement a drum duel starts completely naturally and improvised.

During this encounter the work proceeds around them and the guitars are

brought on and SHAKE sets them to working order. PAUL first, then JOHN

and GEORGE take up their own instruments and out of the drum duel emerges

one of their numbers.] (JOHN picks up his guitar and begins playing. The intro of the song "If I

Fell" has no percussion and RINGO sulkily continues to adjust his kit,

but by the time the song is over he is smiling and playing.) (JOHN: Pardon, excuse.) (RINGO: Yes?) (JOHN: I'd like more drums, there.) (PAUL: I think it's on the third bit... ) (GEORGE: Yes, yes.) (JOHN: On the third bit - there - more drums.) INTERIOR, RAMP

As the number finishes a baldheaded man, (he is the T.V. DIRECTOR) storms

down the ramp that leads from the control box under the Dress Circle. DIRECTOR: (with over-exaggerated calm) Alright I'm sorry and let's hear

no more about it. If that's your opinion you're probably right. Look, if

you think I'm unsuitable let's have it out in the open, I can't stand

these back-stage politics. By the end of this speech he is standing in front of JOHN who takes thescene in his stride. JOHN: Aren't you tending to black and white this whole situation? DIRECTOR: Well, quite honestly I wasn't expecting "a musical arranger" toquestion my ability... picture-wise. JOHN: (to the others) I could listen to him for hours. PAUL: [Heave too]What's all this about a musical arranger? DIRECTOR: Mr. McCartney Senior! The BOYS have a giggle at the very idea and at this moment GRANDFATHERappears from behind the DIRECTOR. GRANDFATHER: Pauly, they're trying to fob you off wid this musicalcharlatan but I've given him the test. DIRECTOR: (bravely) I'm quite happy to be replaced. GRANDFATHER: (indicating the director) He's a typical buck-passer. DIRECTOR: I won an award. JOHN: A likely story. DIRECTOR: It's on the wall in my office. At this moment NORM comes on the stage, confident, cigar in mouth andserene. NORM: Hello our lot, everyone happy? The BOYS, the DIRECTOR, FLOOR MANAGER and GRANDFATHER turn on him andstare silently. NORM: All right, all right. If you don't need this lot, I'll lock 'em upin the dressing room till you do. DIRECTOR: Please do, I'll not need them for [fifteen minutes] (half anhour). Thank you. He glares at GRANDFATHER who glares right back. The DIRECTOR walks awaywith the FLOOR MANAGER pacifying him. DIRECTOR: Give me a bottle of milk and some [Oblivon] (tranquilizers).Oh, it's a plot, I see it now, it's all a plot. (FLOOR MANAGER: Tranquilizers... ) They go left towards the backstage. NORM: (producing key) Now, come on, I've got the key. He leads the lads off right. RINGO is last as he is putting his drumsticks down safely. NORM and the BOYS turn on him. NORM: Come ahead, Ringo. [Let's have you.] [JOHN: Come on speedy!] [PAUL: Ringo!] [GEORGE: Wake up!] RINGO glares at him and follows quickly. As the BOYS move off after NORM,

they pass the next act waiting for rehearsal. It is an elegant man in

full tails suit meticulously adjusting his cufflinks. Beside him is a

free-standing sign reading "Leslie Jackson and his ten disappearing

doves." The BOYS pass him and go through the door. GRANDFATHER stops and

looks at the performer with respect. GRANDFATHER: [I can't tell you how much I've enjoyed your act.] (Leslie

Jackson! I saw your father in the old empire in 1909. If you're as good

as him son, you're all right.) He slaps the man on the back with happy

camaraderie. There is the sound of a dove, a few feathers fall out of the

sleeve of the man's coat and he and GRANDFATHER look down at the floor.

The man glares at GRANDFATHER, takes out a pen from his pocket, crosses

out "10" on his sign, and writes "9" in its place, puts the pen back in

his pocket [and starts towards the centre stage putting on a false

performer's smile as he does.] INTERIOR, BACKSTAGE THEATRE CORRIDOR

The BOYS move down the narrow stairs and out of the ground floor dressing

rooms streaming with a steady flow of costumed actors and actresses. They

engulf the lads and force them against the wall - the actors are all

making for the stage door. As the actors push past the BOYS we see the

BOYS' excited faces, their mouths watering for the costumes. JOHN touch

es the costume on one actor. JOHN: (to actor) Gear costume! ACTOR: (eyeing him) Swop? (JOHN: Cheeky.) NORM: Right, first floor and no messing about. NORM, leading the way, goes up the stairs but as they turn the first

corner they are confronted by a group of girls; a game of manners starts:

"After you," "No, after you." NORM who is ahead of the group looks down

on them in disgust. NORM: Lennon, put them girls down or I'll tell your mother on you. (Andstop messing about.) The BOYS let the girls pass and resume the journey, always surrounded bypeople. (NORM: Stay in there until that rehearsal. I'm going to keep you even ifI have to put the lock in the key and turn it.) INTERIOR, DRESSING ROOM AND CORRIDOR

RINGO's attention is caught by a door. He crosses and opens it, looking

out to a fire escape. The others join him and the four BOYS step through

the door and onto the fire escape. (RINGO: We're out!) EXTERIOR, TOP OF FIRE ESCAPE

Song: "Can't Buy Me Love"

From the BOYS' P.O.V. we see down below [into the property yard behind

the theatre. It is a long narrow yard full of old coaches, motor cars and

all the general debris of hundreds of sets from past theatre shows.

Through the piles of heaped high junk there are a couple of narrow

alleyways.] The BOYS scamper down the fire escape. [When they reach the bottom, there is a large door. They open it and lookthrough.] From their P.O.V. we see a large green field quite empty. The BOYS step

through the doorway into the field. We now see from a HELICOPTER SHOT the

four BOYS standing together surrounded by space. It is the first time

they have been alone and unconfined all day. They look at each other and

grin... then first GEORGE and PAUL let out a whoop and run towards the

centre of the field; after a moment JOHN and RINGO follow them. [The BOYS

pick up some loose straw and insert it under JOHN's cap and sleeves,

turning him into a scarecrow.] The four BOYS dash about madly calling out to one another and generally

horsing around. [Out of this emerges an imaginary game of soccer and

although there is no ball the game is fast and furious. RINGO is

goalkeeper. GEORGE is the referee. JOHN has his n ame taken by the

referee. PAUL takes the penalty kick. RINGO dives the wrong way and

disgustedly kicks the imaginary ball into the back of the net.] After a

few moments the long shadow of a man falls across the grass. MAN'S VOICE (off): I suppose you know this is private property. The BOYS freeze. From their P.O.V. we see a big burly middle-aged man

glowering at them. The BOYS exchange rueful glances and, under the big

man's eye, mooch back towards the gateway they came in by. [JOHN]

(GEORGE) is the last to go through. He turns to the man. [JOHN] (GEORGE): Sorry if we hurt your field, Mister. {Note: from this point on, the sequence of scenes was significantly

changed from the original Owen script, with some scenes being moved up

(e.g., the following scene and George's scene with the director) and

others deleted (Paul's scene with the actress).} INTERIOR, DRESSING ROOM

NORM and SHAKE enter the room. The BOYS' TAILOR is there waiting for the

BOYS. (NORM: Not here. Hello Dickie.) SHAKE: Oh they've probably gone to the canteen, cup of tea, like. NORM: That's too easy for Lennon. (He crosses the room and sits down.) NORM: (dramatically) He's out there somewhere, causing trouble just toupset me. SHAKE: You're imagining it. You're letting things prey on your mind. NORM: Oh no... this is a battle of nerves between John and me. SHAKE: But John hasn't got any. NORM: What? SHAKE: Nerves. NORM: I know, that's the trouble. [He puffs nervously at his cigarette.]

Oh, I've toyed with the idea of a ball and chain but he'd only rattle

them at me... and in public and all. Sometimes I think he enjoys

seeing me suffer. INTERIOR, CORRIDOR ON WAY TO DRESSING ROOM

JOHN is behind them. JOHN, BOYS and MILLIE are walking towards each

other. MILLIE: (as all pass) Hello. JOHN: (stopping... the boys carry on past, not noticing her) Hello. MILLIE: Oh, wait a minute, don't tell me you're... JOHN: No, not me. MILLIE: (insistently) Oh you are, I know you are. JOHN: No, I'm not. MILLIE: You are. JOHN: I'm not. No. MILLIE: Well, you look like him. JOHN: Oh do I? You're the first one who ever said that. MILLIE: Oh you do, look. JOHN looks at himself in the mirror. JOHN examines himself in the mirrorcarefully. JOHN: My eyes are lighter. MILLIE: (agreeing) Oh yes. JOHN: And my nose... MILLIE: Well, yes your nose is. Very. JOHN: Is it? MILLIE: I would have said so. JOHN: Aye, but you know him well. MILLIE: (indignantly) No I don't, he's only a casual acquaintance. JOHN: (knowingly) That's what you say. MILLIE: (suspiciously) What have you heard. JOHN: (blandly) It's all over the place, everyone knows. MILLIE: Is it, is it really. JOHN: Mind you, I stood up for you, I mean I wouldn't have it. MILLIE: I knew I could rely on you. JOHN: (modestly) Thanks. MILLIE touches his arm then walks away. After a moment she turns. MILLIE: You don't look like him at all. [JOHN winks at her and she winks back.] (JOHN: She looks more like him than I do.) INTERIOR, CORRIDOR T.V. THEATRE

Announcement over P.A.: "There will be a full rehearsal in ten minutes

time." GEORGE comes round the corner, [looking for RINGO,] then grins and

walks past a sign saying "Canteen and Production Office Opposite." [He

comes to the exit door crosses to a modern building across from the

theatre. He enters building.] INTERIOR, OFFICE

It is the reception room that leads to an inner office. Behind a desk

sits a smart young woman typing busily as GEORGE enters. He is surprised

when he sees the girl; she looks up and speaks to him at once. SECRETARY: Oh, there you are! GEORGE: Oh, I'm sorry, I must have made a mistake. SECRETARY: (tartly) You haven't, you're just late. (She rises and

crossing over to him examines him critically.) Actually, I think he's

going to be very pleased with you. GEORGE: [is he?] (Really?) SECRETARY: Yes, you're quite a feather in the cap. (She crosses to the

desk and picks up the interoffice phone.) (Hello,) I've got one... oh,

I think so... yes, he can talk... Well... I think you ought to

see him. (She smiles.) (Alright) [Of course, right away]. She crosses to the interoffice door. On the door is written SIMONMARSHAL... she opens it. SECRETARY: Well... come on. GEORGE: Sorry. (looking at a piece of sculpture) (You don't see many ofthese nowadays, do you?) SECRETARY: Come on. He follows her quickly in. INTERIOR, INNER OFFICE

A large room, part production office with models and sets, drawing board

with ground plans, the other part of the room a mixture of Pop and

Queens' magazine decor. Behind a large desk sits SIMON MARSHAL, a bland but slightly irritable

young man of about thirty-five. He is wearing the ultimate in the current

smart set fashion. He is attended by [one] (two) underling(s) (ADRIAN)

and behind him on the wall is a poster of a girl. Across the poster is

printed, "Way Out, your own T.V. Special with Susan Campey." Director,

Simon Marshal. SECRETARY: (proudly) Will this do, Simon? SIMON: (looking at George) Not bad, dolly, not really bad. (He motions toGeorge.) Turn around, chicky baby. GEORGE does so. SIMON: Oh yes, a definite poss. He'll look good alongside Susan. (He

indicates the girl on the poster.) Alright, Sonny Jim, this is all going

to be quite painless. Don't breathe on me, Adrian. ADRIAN has recognised GEORGE and is trying to stop SIMON. GEORGE: Look, I'm terribly sorry but I'm afraid there's been some sort ofa misunderstanding. SIMON: (sharply) Oh, you can come off it with us. You don't have to dothe old adenoidal glottal stop and carry on for our benefit. GEORGE: I'm afraid I don't understand. SIMON: Oh, my God, he's a natural. SECRETARY: (anxiously) Well, I did tell them not to send us any more realones. SIMON: They ought to know by now the phonies are much easier to handle.Still he's a good type. He now speaks to GEORGE in the loud voice that the English reserve forforeigners and village idiots. SIMON: We want you to give us your opinion on some clothes for teenagers. GEORGE: Oh, by all means, I'd be quite prepared for that eventuality. SIMON: Well, not your real opinion, naturally. It'll be written out andyou'll learn it. (to secretary) Can he read? GEORGE: Of course I can. SIMON: I mean lines, ducky, can you handle lines? GEORGE: I'll have a bash. SIMON: Good. Hart, get him whatever it is they drink, a cokearama? GEORGE: Ta. SIMON: Well, at least he's polite. Show him the shirts, [Tony] (Adrian). A collection of shirts are produced and GEORGE looks at them. While he isdoing this SIMON briefs him. SIMON: Now, you'll like these. You really "dig" them. They're "fab" andall the other pimply hyperboles. GEORGE: I wouldn't be seen dead in them. They're dead grotty. SIMON: Grotty? GEORGE: Yeah, grotesque. SIMON: (to secretary) Make a note of that word and give it to Susan. I

think it's rather touching really. Here's this kid trying to give me his

utterly valueless opinion when I know for a fact within four weeks he'll

be suffering from a violent inferiority complex and loss of status

because he isn't wearing one of these nasty things. Of course they're

grotty, you wretched nit, that's why they were designed, but that's what

you'll want. GEORGE: I won't. SIMON: You can be replaced you know, chicky baby. GEORGE: I don't care. SIMON: And that pose is out too, Sunny Jim. The new thing is to care

passionately, and be right wing. Anyway, you won't meet Susan if you

don't cooperate. GEORGE: And who's this Susan when she's at home? SIMON: (playing his ace) Only Susan Campey, our resident teenager. You'llhave to love her. She's your symbol. GEORGE: Oh, you mean that posh bird who gets everything wrong? SIMON: I beg your pardon? GEORGE: Oh, yes, the lads frequently gather round the T.V. set to watch

her for a giggle. Once we even all sat down and wrote these letters

saying how gear she was and all that rubbish. SIMON: She's a trend setter. It's her profession! GEORGE: She's a drag. A well-known drag. We turn the sound down on herand say rude things. SIMON: Get him out of here!! GEORGE: (genuinely surprised) Have I said something amiss? SIMON: Get him out of here. He's knocking the programme's image!! The underlings hustle GEORGE to the door. GEORGE: (smiling) Sorry about the shirts. He is ejected through the door. SIMON: Get him out. (He stops in mid shout.) You don't think he's a newphenomenon do you? SECRETARY: You mean an early clue to the new direction? SIMON: (rummaging in his desk) Where's the calendar? (He finds it.) No,

he's just a trouble maker. The change isn't due for three weeks. All the

same, make a note not to extend Susan's contract. Let's not take any

unnecessary chances! Hmm? (INTERIOR, REHEARSAL HALL

We see rehearsal and stage set up going on for an opera. Cross cut to

Control Room.) INTERIOR, BACKSTAGE CORRIDOR

GRANDFATHER is sneaking down the corridor, a pile of photos under his

arm. (V.O. GIRL: He's a very clean man...) INTERIOR, T.V. THEATRE UNDERNEATH THE STAGE

Under the stage the usual set of wooden columns that support the stage

with lots of furniture and a single light is on; it is placed by the

orchestra's entrance to the orchestra pit. GRANDFATHER comes down the

stairs and winds his way thr ough the columns until he finds himself a

safe little cubby hole and settles himself under the light. He spreads

the signed photo of the BOYS in front of him and, adjusting an old-

fashioned pair of glasses, ballpoint pen in hand begins to copy the BOYS'

signatures on to the fresh photos, tutting at his failures and chuckling

at his successes. After a moment, there is a sound of someone coming down

the stairs. GRANDFATHER darts into a dark patch out of sight. The

menacing shadows appear on the stairway. NORM: (V.O.) There's no one here. SHAKE: (V.O.) Well, where have they gone? We now see GRANDFATHER holding himself stiffly in; he is on some sort of

raised platform and he fidgets and in doing so he knocks a lever of some

sort. Slowly GRANDFATHER ascends OUT OF SHOT with a light that grows

bigger above him. INTERIOR, T.V. THEATRE STAGE

A rehearsal of the toast scene from a Strauss Operetta. The entire stage

is full of SINGERS. Glasses in hand they are singing away at each other

but in true opera trad- ition they are addressing out to the audience.

Slowly in-between the leading man and leading woman, who are about to

embrace, a stage trap opens and a blinking, surprised, GRANDFATHER

appears. Here we INTERCUT to the T.V. control room for amazed REACTION

SHOTS of the DIRECTOR and control room CREW. Back now on the stage the toast song reaches its climax and the LEADING

MAN and WOMAN rush into each other's arms, GRANDFATHER sandwiched between

them. (DIRECTOR: That's wrong, isn't it? Surely that's wrong. Get him out!) INTERIOR, DRESSING ROOM

NORM: (He hears something.) [Get behind that door, they're coming.]

Someone's coming. Quick, hide! The two men hide behind the door. (NORM: Stop being taller than me.) (SHAKE. It's not my fault.) The BOYS enter the room, as JOHN is last he shuts the door and facesSHAKE and NORM. JOHN: What are you doing there? SHAKE: Hiding. JOHN: I think you're soft or something. NORM: We weren't hiding. We were resting. [TAILOR: Now?] NORM: [Now. We were trying to catch you redhanded.] I thought I told youlot to stop here? RINGO: Well... NORM: When I tell you to stay put, stay put. JOHN: (down on his knees) Don't cane me, sir, I was led astray. NORM: Oh shurrup and come on. They're waiting for you in the studio. RINGO: Oh gear, I feel like doing a bit of work. NORM: God bless you, Ringo. [Good lad.] PAUL: Oh, listen to teacher's pet. GEORGE: You crawler. JOHN: He's betrayed the class. RINGO: Oh, leave off! JOHN: Temper! Temper! RINGO: Well... CLOSE UP on NORM's long suffering face. NORM: Will you all get a move on. They're waiting for you! By this time the TAILOR has his tape stretched between his hands to

measure [GEORGE] PAUL's shoulders. But since PAUL has moved away, he is

measuring space. JOHN space. JOHN takes up his scissors and cuts the

tape. JOHN: I now declare this bridge open. The BOYS run out the door. [INTERIOR, BACKSTAGE AREA]

[Five beautiful MODELS are standing about in costume. One is knitting a

loose wool sweater which is almost completed. There is the sound of a

juggling act's music off and a few of the girls are looking off towards

the centre stage. At the edge of frame is a collapsible table covered

with green baize. On it are three spaced white plates.] [From the door off stage above which is a sign "To Canteen and Production

Offices," GRANDFATHER enters eating a plate of spaghetti on toast. The

knitting GIRL sees him and, in mime, asks him to stand still so that she

can measure the swea ter against him. GRANDFATHER, eager to help, puts

his plate of food on the green table between plates two and three. He

goes to be measured with the sweater.] [From the onstage area, a juggler's ASSISTANT (pretty girl) in costume

backs up and with the usual theatrical flourishes picks up, without

looking, plate number ONE and throws it off screen towards centre stage.

There is a drum roll from orchestra. She then throws plate number TWO. We

CUT on stage to the JUGGLER now balancing the two spinning plates on two

poles, one in each hand. He has another pole in his mouth and nods to his

ASSISTANT, asking for the THIRD plate.] [We CUT BACK to the ASSISTANT who, still not looking, throws plate THREE

which is GRANDFATHER's. There is the sound of an orchestra raggedly

stopping and all the hangers-on in the scene look off interestedly.] [We hear the DIRECTOR's voice.] [DIRECTOR: (V.O.) All right, hold it, hold it... O.K. John, wipe himdown and we'll carry on with the next act.] [We CUT TO centre stage. The JUGGLER is as before but the spaghetti iscovering his head, having slipped off the third plate. [The FLOOR MANAGER is bustling around, trying to help.] [We CUT BACK to backstage. GRANDFATHER has finished being measured and

goes to the green table where he put his plate down. He picks up the only

remaining plate, looks at it, wondering where his food has gone, shrugs

and heads back towards the exit door as we hear the DIRECTOR's VOICE.] INTERIOR, T.V. STUDIO FLOORCLOSE UP on the distraught DIRECTOR. DIRECTOR: Where are they? I said, where are they? FLOOR MANAGER: (placating) They're coming, I promise you. DIRECTOR: (fiercely) Now look, if they're not here on this floor in

thirty seconds there's going to be trouble... understand me...

trouble!!! [Two STAGE HANDS are walking disinterestedly past, they look at theDIRECTOR.] [1st STAGE HAND: What's he on about, Taff?] [WELSH STAGE HAND: Well... he's being the director. Of course, helives in a world of his own, mind.] At this moment the BOYS, NORM, SHAKE and GRANDFATHER appear. The BOYSgrab their instruments and prepare to play. JOHN: (to the director) Standing about, eh? Some people have it dead

easy, don't they? The DIRECTOR is about to blow his top but manages to

hold on and mutter to the heavens. DIRECTOR: (to himself) Of course, once you're over thirty, you'refinished. It's a young man's medium and I just can't take the pace. RINGO: Are you as young as that, then? (DIRECTOR. I was.) [BOYS: Shurrup!] [GRANDFATHER: Isn't it always the way? Picking on us little fellas.] [PAUL: (to Shake) Shove the gentleman jockey in the make-up room and keepyour eye on him, will you?] [SHAKE: I'm an electrician, not a wet nurse, y'know.] [PAUL: (threateningly) I'll set John on you!] [SHAKE: (hastily) Oh, anything you say Paul.] [He leads GRANDFATHER away.] (GEORGE: (referring to the director)Ah, there he goes. Look at him. I bethis wife doesn't know about her.) (JOHN: I bet he hasn't even got a wife. Look at his sweater.) (PAUL: You never know, she might have knitted it.) (JOHN: She knitted him.) The BOYS are placed in position, instruments ready. The boom moves in

near them. There is a mike hovering just over JOHN's head. JOHN starts

attacking it. DIRECTOR'S VOICE: (over Tannoy) Alright, standby. Run through the number

and try not to jiggle out of your positions. (Three, coming to you,

three... three...) (VOICE: We're on three.) (DIRECTOR: Three, eh? what?) (VOICE: We're on three.) (DIRECTOR: Oh yes. Eh... music.) Song: "And I Love Her"

The BOYS start the number, as the stage hands adjust their settings. When

they've finished, they stand about spare. So we can watch every aspect of

their work, and with so many monitors, it gives the impression that there

are many more boys than just four. When the number ends we are back in

the studio on the floor. (DIRECTOR: Thank you, very nice.) INTERIOR, T.V. CONTROL ROOM

The room is crowded with the usual personnel, P.A., elecs, racks, etc.,

make-up supervisor and wardrobe mistress. DIRECTOR: [That was more or less alright for me. I'll give them one more

run through then leave them alone until the dress...] (to make-up

woman) Make-up? MAKE-UP WOMAN: Not really, they don't need it. We'll just powder them offfor shine. DIRECTOR: Good. Norm, get them along to make-up will you? (Powder them up- the shine.) NORM: (rising) Sure. [DIRECTOR: (looking into the monitor) And hurry, they're not looking toohappy.] [From the DIRECTOR's P.O.V. we see into the monitor. The BOYS crowdingaround RINGO.] INTERIOR, MAKE UP ROOM

A smallish room with a line of chairs facing a wall mirror and a long

table. Each place is clearly marked and above each mirror a girl's name:

Betty, Angela, Deirdre, Jenny. SHAKE and GRANDFATHER are sitting in splendid isolation. They arestaring each other out. SHAKE: You blinked! [GRANDFATHER: I never did, you did.] The BOYS enter. SHAKE: Hello lads. Grandfather's not talking to me - I think he's got asulk on. GEORGE: It must be catching. I think he must have given it to [the champ](Ringo) here. He indicated RINGO, who ignores him. NORM: Stop picking on him. RINGO: I don't need you to defend me y'know, Norm. JOHN: Leave him alone, he's got a touch of the swine fever. NORM: Sit down, the lot of you. At this moment, several actors come into the room. They are all dressed

in the uniform of officers in Wellington's army. Together with the BOYS

they sit down, Beatles and soldiers all mixed up. Now a group of pretty makeup GIRLS make an entrance and the BOYS herald

their arrival with a chorus of "aye aye's" and wolf whistles. JOHN

meanwhile has helped himself to a big beard and the other lads are

generally messing about with assorted makeup things. HEAD MAKEUP GIRL: Oh, this is impossible! We'll never get you all done intime. ACTOR: Well, you'll have to do us first. It makes no difference to them

whether they are made up or not. (He sees John with beard) Who's he,

then? JOHN: (charmingly) My name's Betty... Do you want a punch up yourfrogged tunic? (ACTOR: No...) NORM fights his way to JOHN. NORM: Now listen, John, behave yourself or I'll murder you and, Shake,take that wig off, it suits you. SHAKE has a girl's long blonde wig on. With the assistance of the girls,

NORM gets the BOYS seated into the chairs nearest the door. For some

reason RINGO now has a guardsman's busby wedged down almost over his eyes

and is sitting with it on under a hair drier, reading a copy of Queen

magazine. NORM: (to Ringo) What do you think you're up to? RINGO: [Someone put it on me.] (Page five.) JOHN: [Excuses, that's all we get and you know you fancy yourself in theColdstreams.] (You always fancied yourself as a guardsman, didn't you.) The girls now move in and put makeup bibs on the BOYS and start to powderthem off. (PAUL: (soulfully, into mirror) Oh, that this too, too solid flesh wouldmelt. (pointing hairdryer like a pistol) Zap!) [JOHN] GEORGE: You won't interfere with the basic rugged concept of mypersonality, will you, madam? [PAUL: Eh, don't take out me lines.] [GEORGE: Yeah, they give him that "Je ne sais quoi" rakish air.] [The lads laugh with pleasure. RINGO decides to try a little joke.] [RINGO: (indicating the busby he is still wearing) Short back and sides,please.] [The others look at him with mock disgust.] [PAUL: Behave...] [JOHN: Foreign devil...] [GEORGE: Control yourself... ] (JOHN: Say, he's reading the Queen. That's an "in" joke, you know.) (PAUL: Shazzam!) [GRANDFATHER has been watching the powdering process.] GRANDFATHER: In my considered opinion you're a bunch of sissies. [JOHN grabs a powder puff from his girl.] [JOHN] PAUL: You know you're only jealous! [And dabs the old man liberally with the powder much to GRANDFATHER'sannoyance.] NORM: Leave him alone, Lennon, or I'll tell them all the truth about you. JOHN: You wouldn't! NORM: I would though. NORM goes out. [PAUL: What's he know?] [JOHN; Nothing, he's trying to brainwash me and give me personalitydoubts... oh, he's a swine but a clever swine, mind.] GRANDFATHER: (impatiently) Lookit, I thought I was supposed to be getting

a change of scenery and so far I've been in a train and a room, a car and

a room and a room and a room. Well, that's maybe alright for a bunch of

powdered gee-gaws like you lot but I'm feeling decidedly straight-

jacketed. [This is no life for a freebooting agent of my stamp, I'm a

frustrated man and that class of McCartney is a dangerous McCartney.] GIRL: (admiringly) What a clean old man. GRANDFATHER: (touchily) [You're too young for a fella of my cosmopolitantastes, so] don't press your luck. JOHN: He's sex-obsessed, the older generation are leading this country togalloping ruin. (SHAKE: (to a hairdryer) What's a pretty girl like you doing in a placelike this?) NORM returns leaving the door open; the BOYS hear the sound of musiccoming from the studio. NORM: They're nearly ready for you. They're just finishing the band call. (JOHN: (to Norm, playing with his tie) I say, did you go to Harrod's? I

was there in '58, you know. (to a makeup girl) I can get you on the

stage.) (GIRL: Oh, how?) (JOHN. Turn right here at the corridor... and go past the fireextinguisher.) [JOHN: (jumping up from his seat) Gear! Come on, girls, let's have a bitof a dance.] [JOHN'S GIRL: I don't think it's allowed.] [JOHN: Well... it wouldn't be any fun if was!] The BOYS drag the make-up girls out of the room and into the studio. The

GIRLS are still trying to finish making the boys up. (George and his girl

are the last ones out. They pass by a stagehand wheeling in a dummy.

John has pinned his beard to it.) (GEORGE: (to man with dummy) ...and I don't like yours.) [As the BOYS and MAKE-UP GIRLS dance past, we see one of the "Strauss"

singers combing his long hair straight back. Two STAGE HANDS swing a

windmachine past him and his hair is blown straight forward into a Beatle

cut.] [JOHN: (passing him) Never.] [During dance, GEORGE takes off wig and places it on dummy, revealingidentical hair underneath.] INTERIOR, T.V. STUDIO FLOOR

The work is still going on and the music is up full blast; the BOYS enter

and with the girls they start a wild dance, hippy, shake, zulu, blue

beat, the lot. LIONEL and DANCERS are doing their routine on one side of

stage... it becomes a challenge danc e between both groups. [JOHN swings

his GIRL onto the motorised CAMERA, Western style and starts to track

through the GROUP. GEORGE is on another CAMERA.] [INTERIOR, CONTROL ROOM]

[The whole control room crew is watching the dance on all the monitors.

The DIRECTOR is about to stop the BOYS but his GIRL P.A. glares at him,

with a shrug he lets the dance go on.] [We now CUT between the dancers on the monitors and the BOYS actual

dancing down on the studio floor.] When the recorded music stops, they

grab their instruments and go into a number. (JOHN: Hey kids, I've got an idea. Why don't we do the show right here!One, two, three, four!) [We can see every aspect of their work with so many monitors. It givesthe impression that there are more boys than just four.] Song: "I'm Happy Just to Dance with You" When the song ends we are back on the studio on the floor. INTERIOR, T.V. STUDIO FLOOR(JOHN: Ah, very good, that George.) (PAUL: We're trying.) [DIRECTOR'S VOICE OVER TANNOY: Thank you, gentlemen, you can break nowwhile we push on with the show.] [The BOYS acknowledge this with a quaver of guitar chords and a drumroll. NORM is on them at once.] NORM: That was great, you've got about an hour but don't leave thetheatre. (Where are you going, John?) JOHN grabs the arm of a sexy girl dancer. JOHN: She's going to show me her stamp collection. PAUL: (grabs a showgirl) So's mine. (GIRL: But I haven't got any stamps.) [NORM grabs JOHN's arm.] NORM: John, I was talking to you. The final run-through is important.Understand, important! JOHN: (like a pig) Oink! Oink! They dash off with the two beauties. GRANDFATHER is hovering in the background with SHAKE. GRANDFATHER: I want me a cup of tea. NORM: Shake. SHAKE: I'm adjusting the decibels on the inbalance. NORM: Clever. (He turns.) George! But GEORGE is [disappearing out the door] plugging his ears. NORM turnsto RINGO. NORM: Ringo, look after him, will you? RINGO: But, Norm... NORM: Do I have to raise me voice? RINGO: (choked) Oh, alright. Come here, Grandad. (I'm a drummer, not awet nurse.) And the two of them walk off, RINGO leading. [INTERIOR, BACKSTAGE]

[A man, whose act is playing tunes by hitting himself on the head, is

swallowing a handful of aspirin tablets. He starts rehearsing his act,

which consists of throwing his head back and slapping his cheeks. Next to

him, a JUGGLER is practising with four table tennis balls.] [GRANDFATHER passes him and bumps his arm slightly. Only 3 balls comedown. There is the sound of coughing off.] [We CUT TO THE HEAD-PLAYER being patted on the back. The ball drops outof his mouth and bounces slowly on the studio floor.] INTERIOR, T.V. STUDIO CANTEEN

The canteen is about half full of actors many of which are dressed as

Nazi soldiers, with mock blood bandages and arm bands. Also there are a

sprinkling of T.V. people. At a table sits GRANDFATHER and RINGO. RINGO

is deeply engrossed in a book and GRANDFA THER has a near empty cup of

tea in front of him. The old man is bored and looks about him slyly. He then looks at RINGO who is innocently occupied, a malicious gleam

comes into GRANDFATHER's eye. He decides to have a go at RINGO and sits

staring at him. RINGO gradually becomes aware of the stare and shifts

uncomfortably then tries to continue reading his book. GRANDFATHER: (disgustedly to no one in particular) Will you ever look athim, sitting there wid his hooter scraping away at that book! RINGO: Well... what's the matter with that? GRANDFATHER: (taking the book from him) Have you no natural resources ofyour own? Have they even robbed you of that? RINGO: (snatching back his book) You can learn from books. GRANDFATHER: Can you now? Aah... sheeps heads! You learn more bygetting out there and living. RINGO: Out where? GRANDFATHER: Any old where... but not our little Richard... oh no!

When you're not thumping them pagan skins, you're tormenting your eyes

wid that rubbish! RINGO: (defiantly) Books are good! GRANDFATHER: (countering) Parading's better! RINGO: Parading? GRANDFATHER: [marching up and down the canteen] Parading the streets...trailing your coat... bowling along... living! RINGO: Well, I am living, aren't I? GRANDFATHER: You're living, are you? When was the last time you gave a

girl a pink-edged daisy? When did you last embarrass a sheila wid your

cool appraising stare? RINGO: Eh... you're a bit old for that sort of chat, aren't you? GRANDFATHER: At least I've a backlog of memories, but all you've got isthat book! RINGO: Aaah... stop picking on me... you're as bad as the rest ofthem. GRANDFATHER: So you are a man after all. RINGO: What's that mean? GRANDFATHER: Do you think I haven't noticed... do you think I wasn't

aware of the drift? Oh... you poor unfortunate scruff, they've driven

you into books by their cruel, unnatural treatment, exploiting your good

nature. RINGO: (not too sure) Oh... I dunno. GRANDFATHER: (confidingly) And that lot's never happier than when they're

jeering at you... and where would they be without the steady support

of your drum beat, I'd like to know. RINGO: Yeah... that's right. GRANDFATHER: And what's it all come to in the end? RINGO: (defensively) Yeah... what's in it for me? GRANDFATHER: A book! RINGO: Yeah... a bloomin' book! He throws the book down. GRANDFATHER: When you could be out there betraying a rich American widow

or sipping palm wine in Tahiti before you're too old like me. [A fine

neat and trim lad the class of you should be helping himself to life's

goodies before the sands run out. Being an old age pensioner's a terrible

drag on a man and every second you waste is bringing you nearer the

Friday queue at the Post Office.] RINGO: Yeah... funny really, cos I'd never thought of it but beingmiddle-aged and old takes up most of your time, doesn't it? GRANDFATHER: (nodding) You're only right. [RINGO: (nodding back) I'm not wrong.] There is a pause then RINGO rises and crosses to the door. GRANDFATHER: Where are you [off to] (going)? RINGO: I'm going parading before it's too late! RINGO leaves and GRANDFATHER [laughs at what he has done] then realizesits full meaning and looks worried. INTERIOR, CORRIDOR AND STAIRWAY

RINGO comes along the corridor then down the narrow stairs. Half way down

he comes face to face with GEORGE who is coming up the stairs. GEORGE: Eh, Ringo, do you know what happened to me? RINGO: (passing him) No. I don't. As he goes round the corner RINGO turns on the surprised GEORGE. RINGO: You want to stop being so scornful, it's twisting your face. INTERIOR, T.V. THEATRE NEAR STAGE DOORMAN'S OFFICE

JOHN and PAUL are chatting up a couple of girls, when they see RINGO

approaching they break off the conversation. JOHN: (Did I tell you about...) here he is, the middle-aged boywonder. RINGO looks at JOHN hard. PAUL: Eh. I thought you were looking after the old man. [RINGO: (with simple dignity) Get knotted!] PAUL and JOHN gape at him. For good measure RINGO takes a quick

photograph of them before he leaves them flabbergasted and walks off into

the street. PAUL: We've got only half an hour till the final run-through. He can'twalk out on us. JOHN: Can't he? He's done it, son! GEORGE runs towards them. GEORGE: Hey, [I don't know if you realize it, but] (you know whathappened?) PAUL: We (know) [do]. GEORGE: Yes. Your grandfather's stirred him up. PAUL: He hasn't. GEORGE: Yes, he's filled his head with notions seemingly. PAUL: The old mixer, come on we'll have to put him right. The three of them go into the street. EXTERIOR, T.V. THEATRE STAGE DOORThe BOYS look up and down but RINGO has completely disappeared. PAUL: Split up and look for him [he can't be far]. They now all start to go off in the same direction, they pause, there are

three roads they can take but each time they begin to move they all go

the same way. JOHN: [It's happened at last,] we've become a limited company. (GEORGE. I'll look in here again.) PAUL gives him a push to the left and GEORGE to the right and goingstraight ahead himself they part and go their separate ways. EXTERIOR, STREET

RINGO is walking along taking photographs with his camera when some girls

recognise him and start to follow him. They quicken their pace and RINGO

runs ahead of them. In the background a policeman watches him. He turns

and comes into another street. He sees a second-hand clothes shop with a

sign saying "We Buy Anything" and enters the shop [just before the

pursuing girls come round the corner. The girls stand about looking in

all directions.] After a moment RINGO comes out of the shop. He is

wearing a long mackintosh and a natty cap pulled well down. [He is

ignored by the girls who don't recognise him. Realising this he goes back

and ogles one of them.] Another girl is passing by the shop. RINGO smiles

at her. She glares at him. (RINGO: Hello there.) GIRL: Get out of it, [short house] shorty! [Close up on RINGO's secret but happy smile as he walks briskly down theroad.] EXTERIOR, TOW PATH CANAL

(RINGO attaches time mechanism onto camera, places it on log stump by

river, steps back, presses injector. The camera falls backwards into

river. RINGO hauls it out.) RINGO kicks at a brick. He kicks stylishly but misses so tries again,

misses again, but finally kicks the stone which doesn't budge so he bends

down and pulls it out of the ground. It is quite big. Having got it he

now decides to throw it away. As he does so the same POLICEMAN rides past

on a bicycle. POLICEMAN: Ain't you got no more bleeding sense than to go round chuckingbricks about. Before RINGO has time to answer the man has disappeared. RINGO: (shouting after him) Southerner! He looks at the canal water moodily (and starts to photograph unimportant

things). At this moment a large lorry tyre rolls down the incline and

bashes him slap in the back, sprawling him on the path, the tyre on top

of him. A small BOY appears after the tyre and stands over the prostrate

RINGO. BOY: Here, mate, that's my hoop, stop playing with it. RINGO: Hoop, this isn't a hoop it's a lethal weapon. Have you got alicence for it? BOY: Oh don't be so stroppy! RINGO: (getting up) Well! A boy of your age bowling "hoop" at people. Howold are you anyway? BOY: (aggressively) [Nine] (Eleven.) RINGO: Bet you're only [eight and a half.] (ten and a half.) BOY: (countering swiftly) [Eight and two thirds] (Ten and two thirds.) RINGO: Well, there you are and [watch it with that hoop] (don't bebowling it at people). [BOY: Gerron out of it, you're only jealous 'cause you're old.] [RINGO: Shurrup!] [BOY: I bet you're (searching for an age) - sixteen!] [RINGO: Fifteen and two thirds, actually.] [BOY: Well.] [RINGO: Alright take your hoop and bowl.] He moves off and the BOY follows. BOY: Oh you can have it, I'm packing it in - it depresses me. RINGO: Y'what? BOY: You heard, it gets on my wick. RINGO: Well that's lovely talk, that is. And another thing, why aren'tyou at school. BOY: I'm a deserter. RINGO: [(smiling in spite of himself)] Are you now? BOY: Yeah, I've blown school out. RINGO: Just you? BOY: No, Ginger, Eddy Fallon and Ding Dong. RINGO: Ding Dong? Oh Ding Dong Bell, eh? BOY: Yeah, that's right, they was supposed to come with us but theychickened. RINGO: (Yeah?) And they're your mates (are they)? BOY: (sighing) Yeah. RINGO: Not much cop without 'em, is it? BOY: (defensively) Oh, it's alright. [RINGO: (disbelievingly) Yeah?] [BOY: Yeah.] RINGO: What're they like? BOY is glad to have something to talk about. BOY: (enthusiastically) Ginger's mad, he says things all the time andEddy's good at punching and spitting. RINGO: How about Ding Dong? BOY: He's a big head and he fancies himself with it but it's alright 'coshe's one of the gang. RINGO nods his head understandingly and they mooch on together. BOY: Why aren't you at work? RINGO: I'm a deserter, too. BOY: Oh. At this moment a child's voice shouts out "Charley" and from RINGO's

P.O.V. we see three kids. RINGO turns to the BOY and looks at them

enquiringly. BOY: (to Ringo) See you. The BOY runs off to join his mates. As he joins them they punch andscuffle together. They are obviously a gang. RINGO is left alone. (VOICE: Come in number 7 your time's up.) {Note: this is where George's scene with the producer was originally tohave occurred} INTERIOR, T.V. CONTROL ROOM

The atmosphere is tense. GRANDFATHER is standing miserable in front of

the director, the criminal confronted by the judge. SHAKE and NORM are

flanking him grimly. GRANDFATHER: I'm sorry lads, I didn't mean it, honest. DIRECTOR: If he says that again, I'll strike him. [SHAKE] (NORM): (unconvincingly) They'll be back, they're good lads,they'll be back. DIRECTOR: Yes? Well we've got only [ten] twenty minutes to the final runthrough. GRANDFATHER: I meant no harm. I was only trying to encourage little Ringoto enjoy himself. NORM: (grimly, C.U.) God knows what you've unleashed on the unsuspecting

South. It'll be wine, women and song all the way with Ringo once he's got

the taste for it. [EXTERIOR, STREET PUB ON THE CORNER]

The sign on the pub is Liverpool Arms. RINGO is standing looking up at

it. He decides to go in and does so.] INTERIOR, PUB PUBLIC BAR

CLOSE UP on RINGO. He is eating a bone dry sandwich that curls up at the

end. He puts it down with disgust. He has a lager glass in his hand. BARMAID: (accusingly) That was fresh this morning. We now see the pub is full of enormous cockney workmen downing pints.

RINGO is very much alone. He moves away from the bar towards a group

that is standing together, They're an average height of over six foot.

There is a group at a dart board. Another gr oup is playing bar skittles

and a third group is around a pinball table. Near the bar is a shove-

halfpenny board with two players. There is a caged parrot nearby. BARMAID: (to Ringo) That'll be two and nine. RINGO fumbles some change out of his pocket. A few coppers fall from his hand on to the shove-halfpenny board just as

the crucial point has been made. The men glare at him. Embarrassed, he

moves away and without looking, places his glass on the skittles table

just as a player swings the string, whic h hits Ringo's glass. [More

embarrassed, RINGO backs away, unfortunately into the pin table just as a

winning score is about to be reached. He bumps it very slightly, but

enough to cause it to TILT.] He then moves to the dart board. By this time most of the pub is staring

at him. With great style he takes the darts. The first throw goes into a

cheese sandwich which a man is pointing in demonstration. The second we

see arrive into a pint of bitter and then we see RINGO shoot the third

dart and hear the sound of the parrot shouting angrily, off. The BARMAID has had enough. BARMAID: Right... On your way! RINGO: Y'what? BARMAID: You heard, on your way, troublemaker! Now the centre of attention, RINGO backs out of the pub, followed by

every eye in the place, the BARMAID and a few players following him to

the door... EXTERIOR, STREET OUTSIDE PUB

RINGO comes out and crosses road, watched by the POLICEMAN who is now

quite suspicious. (TRADESMAN: Hey, watch it.) [EXTERIOR, STREET]

[PAUL comes down the street looking about him for RINGO. In the street is

an old building, the sort of place that is highly favoured for TV

rehearsals. There is a sign on the door, "TV Rehearsal Room."As PAUL

draws near, a load of actors and extras, etc., are leaving. They are in

costume; they are the ones who earlier had been going to a word

rehearsal. When PAUL gets near the entrance he decides to go inside.] [INTERIOR, HALL]

[PAUL enters and wanders about. He reaches a door, pushes it open and

looks in. He sees a GIRL clad in period costume. She is moving around the

room and obviously acting. PAUL watches her for a moment and then decides

to go in.] [INTERIOR, REHEARSAL ROOM]

[PAUL goes into the room. The GIRL is in midflight. She is very young and

lovely and completely engrossed in what she is doing. The room is

absolutely empty except for PAUL and herself. She is acting in the manner

of an eighteenth-century coquette, or, to be precise, the voice English

actresses use when they think they are being true to the costume

period... her youth however makes it all very charming.] [GIRL: If I believed you, sir, I might do those things and walk those

ways only to find myself on Problems Path. But I cannot believe you and

all those urgings, serve only as a proof that you will lie and lie again

to gain your purpose with me.] [She dances lightly away from an imaginary lover and as she turns shesees PAUL who is as engrossed in the scene as she was.] [GIRL: (surprised) Oh!] [PAUL: (enthusiastically) Well... go 'head, do the next bit.] [GIRL: Go away! You've spoilt it.] [PAUL: Oh, sorry I spoke.] [He makes no attempt to go. He simply continues to look steadily at thegirl; then he smiles at her. She is undecided what to do next.] [GIRL: Are you supposed to be here?] [PAUL: I've got you worried, haven't I?] [GIRL: I'm warning you, they'll be back in a minute.] [PAUL: D'you know something, "They" don't worry me at all. Any road, I

only fancy listening to you... that's all but if it worries you...

well...] [GIRL: You're from Liverpool, aren't you?] [PAUL: (ironically) How'd you guess?] [GIRL: (seriously) Oh, it's the way you talk.] [PAUL: (innocently) Is it... is it, really?] [GIRL: (suspiciously) Are you pulling my leg?] [PAUL: (looking her straight in the eye) Something like that.] [GIRL: (unsure) I see. (airily) Do you like the play?] [PAUL: Yeah... I mean, sure, well, I took it at school but I only ever

heard boys and masters saying those lines, like, sounds different on a

girl. (smiles to himself) Yeah, it's gear on a girl.] [GIRL: Gear?] [PAUL: Aye, the big hammer, smashing!] [GIRL: Thank you.] [PAUL: Don't mench... well, why don't you give us a few more lines,like?] [GIRL pouts.] [PAUL: You don't half slam the door in people's faces, don't you? I mean,

what about when you're playing the part, like, hundreds of people'll see

you and...] [GIRL: (cutting in) I'm not...] [PAUL: Oh, you're the understudy, sort of thing?] [GIRL: No. (aggressively) I'm a walk-on in a fancy dress scene. I justfelt like doing those lines.] [PAUL: Oh, I see. You are an actress though, aren't you?] [GIRL: Yes.] [PAUL: Aye, I knew you were.] [GIRL: What's that mean?] [PAUL: Well, the way you were spouting, like... (he imitates her) "Idon't believe you, sir..." and all that. Yeah it was gear.] [GIRL: (dryly) The big hammer?] [PAUL: (smiling) Oh aye, a sledge.] [GIRL: But the way you did it then sounded so phony.] [PAUL: No... I wouldn't say that... just like an actress... youknow. (He moves and stands about like an actress.)] [GIRL: But that's not like a real person at all.] [PAUL: Aye well, actresses aren't like real people, are they?] [GIRL: They ought to be.] [PAUL: Oh, I don't know, anyroad up, they never are, are they?] [GIRL: (teasingly) What are you?] [PAUL: I'm a group; I mean... I'm in a group... well... thereare four of us, we play and sing.] [GIRL: I bet you don't sound like real people.] [PAUL: We do, you know. We sound like us having a ball. It's fab.] [GIRL: Is it really fab or are you just saying that to convinceyourself?] [PAUL: What of? Look, I wouldn't do it unless I was. I'm dead lucky 'cos

I get paid for doing something I love doing. (He laughs and with a

gesture takes in the whole studio.)... all this and a jam butty too!!] [GIRL: I only enjoy acting for myself. I hate it when other people arelet in.] [PAUL: Why? I mean, which are you, scared or selfish?] [GIRL: Why selfish?] [PAUL: Well, you've got to have people to taste your treacle toffee.] [She looks at him in surprise.] [PAUL: No, hang on, I've not gone daft. You see when I was little me

mother let me make some treacle toffee one time in our back scullery.

When I'd done she said to me, "Go and give some to the other kids." So, I

said I would but I thought to meself, "She must think I'm soft." Any

road, I was eating away there but I wanted somebody else to know how good

it was so in the end I wound up giving it all away... but I didn't

mind cos I'd made the stuff in the first place. Well... that's why you

need other people... an audience... to taste your treacle toffee,

like. Eh... does that sound as thickheaded to you as it does to me?] [GIRL: Not really but I'm probably not a toffee maker. How would you dothose lines of mine?] [PAUL: Well, look at it this way, I mean, when you come right down to it,that girl, she's a bit of a scrubber, isn't she?] [GIRL: Is she?] {Lester substituted the following sixteen exchanges of dialogue betweenPaul and the girl for the previous dialogue.} [GIRL: I only enjoy acting for myself. I hate it when other people arelet in.] [PAUL: Why? I mean, which are you, scared or selfish?] [GIRL: Why selfish?] [PAUL: Well, doing it for yourself. Aw come off it, you know you're doingit for them.] [He indicates people in the street.] [GIRL: Them?] [PAUL: Yeah, look when I was a kid in Speke there was this fella - Joe or

something - I can't remember his... he was a dustman, collected bins

and that... well he was always giving kids bikes.] [GIRL: Bikes?] [PAUL: Yeah - I know it sounds daft but he did - gave the kids bikes,

scruffy thing he was, but he'd buy these old bikes do 'em up and give

them away; all the kids were mad about him. Never gave me one but that

was alright. He was always giving spare kids a bike. Well you could be

like that. Eh, look at that fella (he points to street) down there. If

you share out your acting with him you could make his day.] [GIRL: Could I?] [PAUL: Of course you could, stands to reason.] [GIRL: Oh, I don't know.] [PAUL: Nobody does till they try.] [GIRL: Alright, how would you do those lines of mine.] [PAUL: Well, look at it this way, I mean, when you come right down to it,that girl, she's a bit of a scrubber isn't she?] [GIRL: Is she?] [PAUL: Of course... Look, if she was a Liverpool scrubber... (PAUL

starts acting a Liverpool girl; he minces about then turns, extending his

leg.) Eh, fella, you want to try pulling the other one, it's got a full

set of bells hanging off it. Y'what?... know your sort, two cokes and

a packet of cheese and onion crisps and suddenly it's love and we're

stopping in an empty shop doorway. You're just after me body and y'can't

have it... so there!] [GIRL: (shattered) And you honestly think that's what she meant?] [PAUL: Oh, definitely, it sticks out a mile, she's trying to get him to

marry her but he doesn't want... well... I don't reckon any fella's

ever wanted to get married. But girls are like that, clever and cunning.

You've got to laugh. (He laughs.)] [GIRL: Well, it's nice to know you think we're clever.] [PAUL: (grinning) And cunning.] [GIRL: And what do you do about it?] [PAUL: Me? Oh, I don't have the time, I'm always running about with thelads... no, we don't have the time.] [GIRL: Pity.] [PAUL: (not noticing the invitation) Aye, it is but as long as you get

by, it's alright, you know... bash on, happy valley's when they let

you stop. Anyroad, I'd better get back.] [GIRL: Yes.] [PAUL: (going) See you.] [GIRL: Of course.] [PAUL stands at the doorway, shrugs then goes out.] INTERIOR, T.V. THEATRE NEAR STAGE DOOR

[The DIRECTOR is pacing up and down the corridor. NORM is also walking up

and down, SHAKE is leaning against the wall (whistling) quite

unconcerned. NORM gives SHAKE a push.] NORM: Shake, SHAKE: What? NORM: Worry, will you! [SHAKE adjusts his features to a worrying expression.] DIRECTOR: (bitterly) Well, that's it, two minutes to the final runthrough... They're bound to miss it... NORM: I'll murder that Lennon. DIRECTOR: But I suppose we can survive a missed runthrough as long... SHAKE:... as they head up for the show. Oh yes, well I mean it'ud be apity to miss the show, wouldn't it like. NORM: Shurrup, cheerful. The horrible prospect hits the DIRECTOR. DIRECTOR: You don't think... NORM: (reassuring him) Don't worry. DIRECTOR: Oh now, they can't do that to me. (turning on Norm) It's all

your fault. (overriding Norm) Oh yes it is and if they don't turn up I

wouldn't be in your shoes for all the... SHAKE: (helping out)... tea in China. Oh you're right, neither wouldI. He steps away from NORM and stands near the DIRECTOR. NORM: You dirty traitor! SHAKE nods his agreement to this assessment of his character. SHAKE: Of course. (DIRECTOR. Yes, of course.) At this moment JOHN, GEORGE and PAUL enter from the stage door. They arecompletely unconcerned and walk past the DIRECTOR, SHAKE and NORM. JOHN: (as he passes by) Hi Norm! NORM: (preoccupied) Hi, John. [Hi, our lot] The BOYS walk on when after a moment NORM snaps to. NORM: John! [Our lot!] GEORGE: (mildly) Did you want something. NORM: (beaming with delight) I could eat the lot of you. JOHN: You'd look gear with an apple in your gob. DIRECTOR: (accusingly) Do you realise you could have missed the final runthrough? GEORGE: Sorry about that. SHAKE: Norm, there's only three of them. PAUL: Aye, we were looking for Ringo. But we realised he must have comeback. DIRECTOR: Do you realise we are on the air, live, in front of anaudience, in forty-five minutes and you're one short. JOHN: Control yourself or you'll spurt. He's bound to be somewhere. NORM: Aye, let's try the dressing room. Shake... (DIRECTOR: Yes, the dressing room.) Everyone starts along the passage. NORM and PAUL last. PAUL: Eh, where's my grandfather? NORM: Don't worry about him. He can look after himself. PAUL: Aye, I suppose so. They run after the others. EXTERIOR, T.V. THEATRE

CLOSE UP GRANDFATHER: Personally signed and handwritten by your own sweet

boys. The chance of a lifetime. Be the envy of your less fortunate

sisters! The CAMERA PULLS back and we see GRANDFATHER is surrounded by girls who

have broken from the queue and are doing a brisk trade with the old man.

He has a large sign on which is written: "Get your genuine autographed

Beatles photographs." On the edge of the crowd two POLICEMEN are trying

to force the girls back into the queue. Finally they wade through the

girls and confront GRANDFATHER. They look at the old man quizzically; he

stares back coldly. They indicate he should hop it and quick but

GRANDFATHER defiantly glares back at them. So with a sigh, they grab an

arm each and escort the old man off. EXTERIOR, STREET

In the street, workmen are collecting shovels, drinking tea and doing all

the things people do around building sites. RINGO mooches around. In the

road is a hole with a diameter of about three feet, and at least six feet

deep. RINGO looks down and a man is busily working at the bottom of the

hole. He glares at RINGO. After a moment RINGO turns away. We now see a

very elegant young lady coming towards RINGO. She is daintily avoiding a

series of puddles. RINGO has an idea and does a Sir Walter Raleigh with

his large Mac spreading it over one of the puddles. (GIRL: Thank you.) The girl walks across it smiling graciously. RINGO proceeds with the coat

to the next puddle and to the next backing gradually towards the hole. At

last he spreads the coat, without noticing what he is doing, over the

hole. The girl steps onto the coat and disappears sharply. RINGO looks

down the hole where the girl is held in the workman's arms. The WORKMAN

rises out of the manhole until he is waist height. [At this point an

elegantly dressed gentleman appears (the girl's husband) he looks at his

wife in the WORKMAN's arms and hits the WORKMAN.] RINGO backs away

through the puddles, and is nicked by the POLICEMAN. (POLICEMAN. Got you, you nasty little person, you.) (RINGO: Ow... Yeah.) INTERIOR, POLICE STATION

It is the reception desk and behind it is the DESK SERGEANT. After a

moment RINGO is dragged in by the POLICEMAN we saw him with before. RINGO: Look, I'm Ringo Starr... I've got a show to do in a few minutesyou've got to let me go... I'm Ringo. POLICEMAN: Sure, they all say that these days... Anyway... I don't

care who you are... you can save that for the stipendary. Here you are

Sarge. SERGEANT: What is he? POLICEMAN: (reeling off the list) I've got a little list here. Wandering

abroad. Malicious intent. Acting in a suspicious manner. Conduct liable

to cause a breach of the peace. You name it, he's done it. SERGEANT: Oh, a little savage, is he? POLICEMAN: A proper little Aborigine. RINGO: (on his dignity) I demand to see me solicitor. SERGEANT: What's his name? RINGO: Oh, well if you're going to get technical. At that moment there is a loud series of noises off camera, furiousshouting and dull crashes of wood. SERGEANT: Hello, it's going to be one of those nights, is it. (topoliceman) Sit Charley Peace down over there. The POLICEMAN takes RINGO to a bench and sits him down as GRANDFATHER and

the two POLICEMEN who were with him enter. The sign is tattered and is

being lugged after them. GRANDFATHER: Well, you got me here so do your worst but I'll take one of

you with me. (kicks the nearest policeman) Oh, I know your game, get me

in the tiled room and out come the rubber hoses [but I'll defy you

still.] SERGEANT: Is there a fire, then? GRANDFATHER leans across the desk and hisses at the SERGEANT. GRANDFATHER: You ugly, great brute you, you have sadism stamped all overyour bloated British kisser. SERGEANT: Eh? GRANDFATHER: I'll go on a hunger strike. I know your caper. The kidney

punch and the rabbit-clout. The third degree and the size twelve boot

ankle-tap. SERGEANT: What's he on about? GRANDFATHER: (squaring up) I'm soldier of the Republic, you'll need the

mahogany truncheon for this boyo. A nation once again. A nation once

again. SERGEANT: (to policemen) Get Lloyd George over there with that mechanicin the cloth cap while I sort this lot out. (POLICEMAN. Sit down over here.) The POLICEMEN hurtle GRANDFATHER firmly but gently over to the bench on

which RINGO is sitting and then return to the desk for a whispered

conference with the SERGEANT. Meanwhile in full conspiratorial fashion

GRANDFATHER talks to RINGO out of the side of his mouth. GRANDFATHER: Ringo, me old scout, they grabbed yer leg for the iron too,did they? RINGO: Well I'm not exactly a voluntary patient. GRANDFATHER: Shush! Have they roughed you up yet? RINGO: What? GRANDFATHER: (whispering) [Keep your voice down, this lot'll paste you,

just for the exercise.] Oh they're a desperate crew of drippings and

they've fists like matured hams for pounding defenceless lads like you. (SERGEANT: So that's it, eh?) [RINGO: (disturbed) Have they?] GRANDFATHER: [That sergeant's a bodyblow veteran if ever I measured one.]

One of us has got to escape. I'll get the boys. Hold on son, I'll be back

for you. RINGO: (horrified) Me! GRANDFATHER: And if they get you on the floor watch out for your brisket. RINGO: (hopefully) Oh, they seem alright to me. GRANDFATHER: That's what they want you to think. All coppers arevillains. SERGEANT: (calling) Would you two like a cup of tea? GRANDFATHER: You see, sly villains. RINGO: (miserable) No thanks, Mr. Sergeant, sir. (No, not for me. Pleasedon't.) We now have a CLOSE SHOT of POLICEMEN 'round the sergeant's desk. SERGEANT: So you just brought the old chap out of the crowd for his owngood. POLICEMAN: [Yeah, but he insisted on us bringing him to the station.](Well, he was getting a bit nasty, you see, so we had to bring him in.) SERGEANT: Well, he can't stop here. (This is the stuff he's been hawking'round is it?) [Shot of GRANDFATHER watching POLICEMEN intently and muttering words ashe does.] (POLICEMAN: Yes Sergeant, photographs.) (SERGEANT ...Photographs... ) [RINGO: What are you doing?] [GRANDFATHER: Lip reading.] [RINGO: What are they saying?] [GRANDFATHER: Nothing good.] [The POLICEMEN make a move towards GRANDFATHER and RINGO.] GRANDFATHER: Well son, it's now or never. He jumps to his feet and scurries towards the door. GRANDFATHER: Alright, you paid assassins. Johnny McCartney'll give you arun for your threepence ha'penny. He dashes out of the door followed by the POLICEMAN who has his pile ofphotos. (POLICEMAN. Hey, you forgot your photographs.) [SERGEANT: Now, what's he up to?] [RINGO: He's allergic to bobbies, especially English bobbies.] [The POLICEMAN with the photos returns.] [POLICEMAN: (Irish accent) Your man disappeared like a leveret over ahill.] [RINGO: Turncoat!] [The POLICEMEN turn on RINGO and walk towards him. CLOSE UP RINGO] [RINGO: Mother!] [EXTERIOR, STREET]

[GRANDFATHER is running at top speed down the street. He is breathing

heavily and runs as if pursued by the hounds of hell. The street however

is entirely empty and no one is even in sight. As he reaches the top of

the street he pauses and turning, looks around him. From his P.O.V. we

see just how empty the street is and heaving a sigh of relief GRANDFATHER

cackles to himself. His triumph is short lived. At this precise moment

down the street comes a parade of police vehicles, a Black Maria, an

escorting police motor bike patrol and an ordinary squad car. The

procession draws up and the street is full of policemen getting out of

the Black Maria and squad car and off motor bikes. CLOSE UP GRANDFATHER's

horrified face.] [GRANDFATHER: Be God, they've called up reinforcements, the dragnet's

out!] [He dashes off wildly in the general direction of the theatre. He

has been completely unnoticed by the policemen who are lining up for a

last minute inspection by the inspector in charge. The inspector is like

a commander-in-chief of a spear-head attack force.] [They smartly march off in the direction taken by GRANDFATHER.] INTERIOR, T.V. THEATRE CONTROL ROOMDIRECTOR: (watching the clock) Only half an hour and you're on! GEORGE: Can I say something? The director clutches at any straw. DIRECTOR: (hopefully) Yes, anything. GEORGE: (earnestly) It's highly unlikely we'll be on... I mean the law

of averages are against you and it seems that, etc., etc.... (I think

if we could get the juggler on with a couple more clubs, that would fill

in for a bit of time.) But his speech is drowned by the pitiful moans of the Director. EXTERIOR, T.V. THEATRE STAGE DOOR

Grandfather, still running, suddenly breaks into a forced nonchalance as

he nears the theatre. The [four little boys from the canal] (three little

boys) are being driven away by the security guard. GUARD: (going back into theatre) I'll have the hides off of you lot. The kids retreat as GRANDFATHER pants into shot, ignoring the kids he

enters the stage door but in a second he is out again, grasped firmly by

the collar by the security guard. The queue laughs. GUARD: You ought to be ashamed of yourself. Go home! GRANDFATHER: I must see Pauly. GUARD: Go home then and see him on the telly. The GUARD re-enters the stage door. GRANDFATHER looks around him and sees

the [four kids.] (three kids). He hustles over and after a whispered

conference we hear his offer. GRANDFATHER: Can you fix him for me? BOYS: Yeah. GRANDFATHER: Sixpence. BOY: Each. GRANDFATHER is about to argue. [GRANDFATHER: Oh, all right.] BOY: In advance. GRANDFATHER: Mercenaries! But he hands over the money. The kids rush in the stage door and after a

moment the furious GUARD chases them out and down the alley. GRANDFATHER,

chuckling, nips in the door. INTERIOR, T.V. CONTROL ROOM ON STAGE

GRANDFATHER is being chased by several studio attendants, he is dodging

behind equipment. He finally gets on a sound boom trolley and uses it as

a weapon to keep his pursuers at bay. INTERIOR, T.V. CONTROL ROOM

The DIRECTOR, BOYS, and NORM and SHAKE see GRANDFATHER on the monitors.

They dash out of the room and on to the stage. DIRECTOR: (shouting) It's all right, leave him alone. (P.A.: What's up Richard?) (GRANDFATHER: Pauly, where are you?) PAUL: Grandad, where's Ringo? GRANDFATHER: The police have the poor unfortunate lad in the Bridewell. BOYS: The Police Station? GRANDFATHER: He'll be pulp by now. [JOHN: What are we waiting for?] [GEORGE: Come here.] (NORM: Go and get him.) [DIRECTOR: Quickly now - quickly hurry now.] (BEATLES: (off) We'll get him, Norm. (Bark like dogs.)) DIRECTOR: We've only got twenty minutes. EXTERIOR, STREET OUTSIDE POLICE STATION

PAUL, JOHN and GEORGE come running down the street in single file, their

knees high in the air, they skid to a halt at the police station and

without pausing they dash inside. After a moment they reappear only this

time RINGO (and a POLICEMAN) are behind them. They dash off down the

street. Song: "Can't Buy Me Love"

They are followed at once by ten policeman also in single file. They are

also pounding along knees high in the air. The BOYS and the coppers

disappear around the corner. (RINGO comes out of the station last, looks

around to see what direction the others t ook, then chases after them.) (We see a THIEF attempting to open a car door. When he hears

approaching footsteps, he pretends to file his nails. The BEATLES,

pursued by the cops, run past him and then back again. He falls down.) Having hit a dead end cul-de-sac, they reappear from the other direction,

then run down the street still followed by the policemen. When they reach

the police station another group of police bars their way so they are

forced to run up the stairs and inside. INTERIOR, POLICE STATION

The DESK SERGEANT is standing behind his desk looking very surprised. At

this moment the boys run in and stand panting in front of the desk.

Before the Sergeant can start speaking the pursuing policemen arrive.

They, too, are out of breath. Singing stops. SERGEANT: What is all this? JOHN: (heaving and panting) Hold on until we get our breath. The boys and policemen pant on until JOHN seems to have recovered. SERGEANT: All right now? JOHN: Sure. (to boys) Ready? Singing resumes as the BOYS nod and without further ado they turn and runthrough the surprised rank of Policemen and out into the street. EXTERIOR, STREET

The chase carries on. Shots of boys being pursued (still in single file)

by police, including the sergeant [with one shot where the boys are

chasing the policemen]. (As the THIEF we saw earlier finally pries the car door open the Beatles

run past him again. He gets in the car. When the Police pass by one of

them gets into the car beside him. The policeman gestures and they drive

off after the rest.) Finally, as they approach the theatre, they are seen by the girl fans who

swarm around the police, over running them. [The boys grin to each other

and are about to make off when from their P.O.V. we see the Inspector and

Policemen blocking it.] [JOHN: Ah well, it was worth a try.] [INSPECTOR: (calling to Sergeant) What do you think you're up to?] [SERGEANT: Arrest those boys, sir.] [INSPECTOR: That's all we need to start a real riot! (to Boys) Come onlads, they're waiting for you.] INTERIOR, THEATRE BACKSTAGE

[The Inspector now hustles the BOYS through the crowds and in through the

main entrance of the theatre where SHAKE and NORM are waiting. NORM looks

suspiciously at RINGO who is still wearing his cap.] [RINGO whips it off and NORM delightedly hugs him.] The BOYS dash through

the stalls entrance and on stage. The DIRECTOR sees them and bursts into

tears with relief. NORM hustles the lads into the wings to be changed

into their show costumes. All around them last minute preparations are

going on. (NORM: Lads, lads, you're back. Thank goodness! Where's Ringo?) (PAUL: There he is. We've got him.) (NORM: Great!) DIRECTOR. Boys, you don't know what this means to me. If you hadn't comeback it would have been the epilogue or the news in Welsh for life. NORM: Aren't you supposed to be in that box? (DIRECTOR: Yes.) [The Director gives NORM a final glare and dashes off.] PAUL: And another thing where's that old mixer? GRANDFATHER: Here Pauly. And sitting on a box sadly chastened sits GRANDFATHER. PAUL: Well, I got a few things to say to you two-faced John McCartney. JOHN: Aw leave him alone Paul, he's back, isn't he? And it's not hisfault he's old. PAUL: (hotly) What's old got to do with it? (He's a troublemaker and amixer and that's good enough for me.) [JOHN: You needn't bother.] [PAUL: Y'what?] [JOHN: Practising to be thick-headed, you're there already.] [PAUL: Look he's a mixer and a trouble maker!] JOHN: That's right, but he's only asking us to pay attention to him,aren't you? From JOHN's P.O.V. we see GRANDFATHER. He looks what he is, a tired oldman. JOHN: You see. (to Grandad) You know your trouble - you should have gone

west to America. You'd have wound up a senior citizen of Boston. As it is

you took the wrong turning and what happened - you're a lonely old man

from Liverpool. GRANDFATHER: (fighting back) But I'm clean. (JOHN: Are you?) [The BOYS giggle and slap him on the back.] (SHAKE: Hey, Norm.) (NORM: What?) (SHAKE: I've been thinking... it's not my fault.) (NORM: What isn't?) (SHAKE: I'm not taller than you are, you're smaller than I am.) (NORM: (raps on Shake's head) Any one at home?) (GEORGE: Hey Shake, where's me boots? And will you get us some tea whileyou're there?) (SHAKE: Okay, George.) (GEORGE: Ta.) (NORM: Now, come on, let's get changed.) (PAUL: We're on in a minute) (NORM: Watch it, Paul) INTERIOR, TV THEATRE AUDITORIUM

Songs: "Tell Me Why," "If I Fell" (reprise), "I Should Have Known Better"

(reprise), "She Loves You." We see the audience of girls streaming in and settling down in their

places for the show. [There is the usual business of getting the show

ready and we see SHOTS of the girls' faces, then JOHN, PAUL, RINGO and

GEORGE looking at them.] At last on cue from the floor manager the BOYS

start their act to the audience's screams. During the number we

constantly CUT away to the audience with various SHOTS of the ecstatic

girls. In the middle of these shots we see NORM standing at the side of

the audience his face glowing with satisfaction. We follow his gaze and

from NORM'S P.O.V. we see GRANDFATHER handcuffed to SHAKE, but in spite

of this, the old man is enjoying himself. The BOYS now perform a medley

of numbers, i.e., a little of all the songs we have heard during the

story. While they are doing so they look again in the general direction

of SHAKE and GRANDFATHER and from their P.O.V., we see SHAKE is beating

time to the music but from his wrist dangles an empty set of handcuffs.

GRANDFATHER has gone again. As the BOYS are reacting to GRANDFATHER's

disappearance once again, the trap door on the stage opens and

GRANDFATHER appears in the centre of the group as they finish their act

and take their final bows. INTERIOR, STUDIO CORRIDOR

NORM is waiting for the BOYS. With him are two studio attendants carrying

the boys' luggage. As the BOYS excitedly appear he speaks to them. NORM: I've got the stuff. Come here. PAUL: Aren't we... NORM: No, we're not! He hurries them along. NORM: The office was on the phone, they think it'd be better if we pushedstraight to Wolverhampton. JOHN: Tonight? We can't make it... NORM: You've got a midnight matinee. JOHN: Now look here Norm. NORM: No, you look here John. I've only one thing to say to you, JohnLennon. JOHN: What? NORM: You're a swine. [So hurry up... we're travelling!] NORM turns down a side exit where the door is open to the field. In it isan eight-passenger helicopter. EXTERIOR, STAGE DOOR T.V. THEATRE

Song "A Hard Day's Night"

The BOYS and NORM come out of the building and start to run towards the

helicopter. [PAUL: (looking behind him) Where's my grandfather? [NORM: (arriving at helicopter door) Don't start. Look.] The boys look in the passenger bay and there is GRANDFATHER. He is stillhandcuffed to SHAKE but clutching his pile of photos. [GRANDFATHER: (beckoning them in with his free hand which holds thephotos) Come on, you're hanging up the parade.] The boys shout "Get rid of those things." etc. EXTERIOR, FIELDThe final shot is of the helicopter rising up (SHOT FROM BELOW). As it disappears, a shower of photos come from itswindow. [We cut to a close-up of one signed photo as it hits the ground and superthe closing credits over it.]

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