A Hard Day's Night

 

Hey, pardon me for asking, but 

who's that little old man?

Paul :

What little old man?

That little old man.

Paul :

Oh, that one. That's My Grandfather.

Your Grandfather?

Paul :

Yeah.

That's not your grandfather.

Paul :

It is, you know.

George :

But I've seen Your Grandfather.

He lives in Your House.

Paul :

Oh, that's My Other Grandfather,

but he's My Grandfather as well.

How do you reckon that one out?

Paul :

Well, everyone's entitled

to Two, aren't they?

And This is My Other One.

We know that, but

What's he doing here?

Paul :

Well, My Mother thought the trip 

would do him Good.

How's that?

Paul :

He's nursing a broken heart.

Ah, poor old thing.

Hey, Mister, are you

nursing a broken heart?

He's a nice old man, isn't he?

Paul :

He's very clean.

John :

Hello, Grandfather.

Hello.

He can Talk then, can he?

Paul :

Of course he can Talk. 

He's a Human Being, isn't he?

RINGO :

Well, if he's Your Grandfather,

who knows? Ha ha ha.

John :

And we're looking after him, are we?

I look after myself.

Paul :

Yeah, that's what I'm afraid of.

George :

He's got you worried, then?

Paul :

Him, He's a Villain, a real mixer...

and he costs you a fortune

in Breach of Promise cases.

George :

Get on.

Paul :

No, straight up.

Shake :

Hiya.

Hello, Shake.

Hello, Shake.

You got on all right, then?

John :

No.

Oh? Well, we're here.

Norm'll be along in a minute with the tickets.

Hey, who's the little old man?

It's Paul's grandfather.

Oh, aye, but I thought...

No, that's his other one.

Oh, that's all right, then.

Clean, though, isn't he?

Oh, aye. He's very clean.

Norm :

Morning, lads.

Hi, Norm.

Thank God you've all got here.

Look, I've had a marvellous idea.

Just for once, let's all try to behave

like ordinary respectable citizens.

Let's not cause any trouble,

pull any strokes, or do anything 

I'm gonna be sorry for...

especially tomorrow in that

television theatre, because...

Are you listening to me, Lennon?

John :

You're a swine. Isn't he, George?

George :

Yeah, a swine.

Thanks. Hey.

Who's that little old man?

- Well, who is he?

- He belongs to Paul.

Oh, well. I'm going down

for a cup of coffee.

- Anyone coming?

- We'll follow you down.

I want me coffee.

You can come with Shake

and Me, if you like.

Paul :

Look after him -- I don't want to 

find you've lost him.

Don't be cheeky. 

I'll bind Him to Me with Promises.

Very clean, isn't he?

Come out, Grandad.

Make up your mind, will you?

The Passenger : 

Hello. Morning.

All right?

Whoa.

Do You Mind if we have it open?

The Passenger : 

Yes, I Do.

Well, There are Four of Us,

and We'd like it open, not if 

it's all the same to you, that is.

The Passenger : 

It isn't. I travel on This Train regularly,

Twice a Week, so I suppose

I have some Rights.

So Have We.

The Passenger : 

And We'll have that thing off 

as well. Thank you.

But...

The Passenger : 

An elementary knowledge

of the Railway Acts...

would tell you that I am

perfectly within My Rights.

Paul :

Yeah, but We want to hear it.

There's more of Us than You.

We're a Community,

a majority vote.

'Up The Workers!' and all that stuff.

Paul :

Then I suggest You take that damn thing

into The Corridor, or some 

other part of The Train, 

where you obviously belong.

Give us a kiss.

Paul :

Look, Mister, We paid for

Our Seats, too, you know.

The Passenger : 

I travel on This Train

regularly, twice a week.

John :

Knock it off, Paul. You can't win with his sort.

After all, it's His Train, isn't it, Mister?

The Passenger :

And don't take that tone

with Me, Young Man.

I fought The War for your sort.

John :

I bet you're sorry You Won.

The Passenger :

I shall call The Guard.

Ah, but what?

They don't take kindly to insults, you know.

Let's go have some coffee and

leave the kennel to Lassie.

Hey, mister, can we

have our ball back?

Look, mister. Mister. Can

we have our ball back?

- Hey.

Please, mister.

You want to watch it.

Well, it's not my fault.

You stick to that story, son.

I can't help it. I'm just taller than you are.

They always say that.

Well, I've got me eye on ya.

I'm sorry, Norm. I can't help being taller than you.

Well, don't rub it in. I've a good mind 

to thump you, Shake.

If you're gonna have a barney,

can I hold your coat?

- He started it.

- I did not. You did.

Well, what happened?

The old fella said that...

could he have these pictures,

and Norm said, "No."

And all I said was, "Well,

why not be big about it?"

- And?

- Your grandfather pointed out...

that Shake was always being

taller than me just to spite me.

I knew it. He started it.

- I should've known.

- You what?

You two have never had an

argument in your life...

and in two minutes flat,

he's got you at it.

He's a king mixer.

He hates group unity, so

he gets everyone at it.

Well, I suggest you just

give him the photos...

and have done with it.

Oh, all right, you old

devil. Here you are.

Hey, Pauly, would you ever

sign one of them for us?

Ah, come out, Shake.

John :

Hey, look at the talent.

- Let's give them a pull.

- Should I?

Aye, but don't rush.

None of your five bar gate jumps 

and over sort of stuff.

John :

What's that supposed to mean?

I don't know -- I thought it just 

sounded distinguished-like.

John :

George Harrison, the scouse of distinction.

Paul :

Excuse me, madame.

Excuse me, but these young men I'm sitting with...

wondered if two of us could come over and join you.

I'd ask you myself, only I'm shy.

I'm sorry, miss. You mustn't

fraternise with me prisoners.

Prisoners?

Convicts in transit. Typical old lags, 

the lot of them.

You what?

Get out, ladies. Get out while you can.

He's been gone a long time.

Who?

Paul's Grandfather.

Oh, I didn't notice.

Where'd he go?

- Down the...

- Oh, down the...

Yeah, down the...

Oh, well, give him a

couple of minutes, then.

Hey, have you seen Paul's Grandfather?

Of course. He's concealed about me person.

Now, he must've slipped off somewhere.

Have you lost him?

Now, don't exaggerate.

Paul :

You've lost him.

Look, put it this way,

Pauly... he's mislaid him.

Paul :

Honest, you can't trust you 

with anything, Norm.

If you've lost him, 

I'll cripple ya.

He can't have got far.

Let's look up the sharp end.

George :

What's the matter with you, then?

RINGO :

It's His Grandfather.

I can tell he doesn't like me. 

It's because I'm little.

George :

You've got an inferiority

complex, you have.

RINGO :

Yeah, I know. That's why 

I play the drums.

It's me active compensatory factor.

[ In one of the First Class compartments, a clearly Wealthy older women, dripping in furs and diamonds makes Come-to-Bed eyes at Ringo through the window glass — 

Ringo glances around behind himself, doing a ‘What? Who, ME..?!?’ mime ]

George :

Going in, then?

RINGO :

Nah, she'll only 

reject Me in The End,

and I'll be frustrated.

George :

You never know. 

You may be lucky this time.

RINGO :

No, I know the psychological pattern.

It plays havoc with me drum skins.

Excuse me. Have you seen that

little old man we were with?

We've broken out... the

blessed freedom of it all.

Have you got a nail file? 

These handcuffs are killing me.

I was framed. I'm innocent.

I don't want to go.

Sorry for disturbing you, girls.

I bet you can't guess

what I was in for.

Should we go in here?

No, it's probably a

honeymoon couple...

or a company director

or something.

Well, I don't care. I'm

gonna broaden my outlook.

Congratulate me,

boys. I'm engaged.

Oh, no, you're not. Not this time.

And to think me own grandson...

would've let them put me behind bars.

Don't dramatise. Let's face it, you're lucky to be here.

If they'd have had their own way,

you would have been dropped off already.

Well, you've got to admit

you upset a lot of people.

At least I can keep my eye on you,

while you're stuck in here.

Shove up.

- Odds or evens?

- Odds.

Don't worry, son.

We'll get you the best lawyer green stamps can buy.

Oh. It's a laugh a line with Lennon.

Anyway, it's your fault.

- Why me?

- Why not you?

God, it's depressing

in here, isn't it?

Funny. They usually reckon dogs

more than people in England.

You'd expect something

more palatial.

- Let's do something, then.

- Like what?

Ok.

Cor, there's the girls.

I'll deal them.

Aye aye, the Liverpool shuffle.

Two for you, two for

me, three for them.

Cheat.

♪ I ♪

♪ Should have known better

with a girl like you ♪

♪ That I would love

everything that you do ♪

♪ And I do ♪

♪ Hey, hey, hey ♪

♪ And I do ♪

Not-Brian Epstein :

That was great, lads.

Now, you've got about an hour,

but don't leave the theatre.

Where are you going, John?

She's going to show me

her stamp collection.

So's mine.

Not-Brian Epstein :

John, I'm talking to you --

This final run-through is

important, understand?

Important.

I want a cup of tea.

Shake?

I've got to adjust the decibels

on the inbalance, Norm.

Clever. George?

Not-Brian Epstein :

Ringo, look after him, will you?

RINGO :

Oh, hey, Norm.

Not-Brian Epstein :

Do I have to raise my voice?

RINGO :

All right. Come on, Grandad.

I'm a drummer, not a

wet-nurse, you know.

John McCartney, 

Paul's Grandfather :

Would you look at him...

Sitting there with his hooter,

scraping away at that book.

RINGO :

Well, what's the matter with that?

John McCartney, 

Paul's Grandfather :

Have you no natural

resources of your own?

Have they even robbed you of that?

RINGO :

You can learn from books.

John McCartney, 

Paul's Grandfather :

You can, can you?

Sheeps' Heads.

You could learn more by getting 

Out There and Living.

RINGO :

Out where?

John McCartney, 

Paul's Grandfather :

Any old where.

But not our little

Richard. Oh, no.

When you're not thumping

them pagan skins,

you're tormenting your

eyes with that rubbish.

RINGO :

Books are Good.

John McCartney, 

Paul's Grandfather :

Parading's Better.

RINGO :

Parading?

John McCartney, 

Paul's Grandfather :

Parading The Streets...

Trailing Your coat, 

Bowling along... Living.

RINGO :

Well, I am Living.

John McCartney, 

Paul's Grandfather :

You? Living?

When was the last time 

you gave a girl

a pink-edged daisy?

When did you last 

embarrass a Sheila...

with your cool 

appraising stare?

RINGO :

You're a bit old for that

sort of chat, aren't you?

John McCartney, 

Paul's Grandfather :

Well, at least I've got

a backlog of memories.

All you've got is that book.

RINGO :

Ah, stop picking on me. 

You're as bad as the rest of Them.

John McCartney, 

Paul's Grandfather :

Ah, so you are A Man, after all.

RINGO :

What's that mean?

John McCartney, 

Paul's Grandfather :

Do you think I haven't noticed?

Do you think I wasn't

aware of the drift?

You poor, unfortunate scruff.

They've driven you into books,

with their cruel, 

unnatural treatment,

exploiting your 

Good Nature.

RINGO :

I don't know.

John McCartney, 

Paul's Grandfather :

Ah, That Lot's never happier

unless They're jeering you.

And Where Would They Be,

without the steady support

of your drum beat?

That's What I'd 

Like to Know.

RINGO :

Yeah. That's right.

John McCartney, 

Paul's Grandfather :

And what's it all come 

to in The End?

RINGO :

Yeah. What's in it for Me?

John McCartney, 

Paul's Grandfather :

A book. Yeah, a blooming book.

When you could be out there,

betraying a rich American widow;

or sipping palm wine in Tahiti

before you're Too Old, like Me.

RINGO :

Yeah, funny, really, because 

I never thought, but -- 

Being Middle-aged 

and Old, takes up most 

of Your Time, doesn't it?

John McCartney, 

Paul's Grandfather :

You're only right --

Where are you going?

RINGO :

I'm going parading

before it's Too Late.

George :

Hey, Ringo, you know what

just happened to me?

RINGO :

No, I don't. You ought to stop 

looking so scornful.

It's twisting your face.

Tell him of The Story about...

Hello, here he is, the 

middle-aged boy wonder.

I thought you were looking

after The Old Man.

We've only got half an hour

to the final run-through.

He can't walk out on us now.

Can't he? He's done it, son.

Hey, you know What Happened?

We know.

Your Grandfather.

He's stirred him up.

Paul :

He hasn't.

George :

Yeah, he... he filled His Head 

with notions seemingly.

Paul :

The old mixer. Come on, 

we'll have to put him right.

Coming up, all dancers

onstage for rehearsal, please.

Split up and look for him.

We've become a limited company.

I'll look in here again.

The Mythic World of the Navajo: The Guardians of the Four Directions

RAY: 

As I explained before, we think the spirit 

of a 17th-century Moldavian tyrant 

is alive and well in a painting 

at the Manhattan Museum of Art.

PSYCHIATRIC DOCTOR: 

Uh-huh. And are there any other paintings 

in the museum with bad spirits in them?

EGON: 

You're wasting valuable time. 

He's drawing strength from a 

psychomagnotheric slime flow 

that's been collecting under the city.

PSYCHIATRIC DOCTOR: 

Yes, tell me about The Slime.

WINSTON: 

It's very potent stuff. 

We made a toaster dance with it.

PSYCHIATRIC DOCTOR: 

A toaster.

WINSTON: 

And a bathtub tried to eat his friend's baby.

PSYCHIATRIC DOCTOR: 

A bathtub?

Peter raises himself up off The Table.

VENKMAN: 

Don't look at me, 

I think these people are completely nuts.

A Child is Like A Flower, His Head is just floating in The Breeze

Jim Morrison - Dawn's Highway

Indians scattered on Dawn's Highway, bleeding --

Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile, eggshell mind.

Me and my -ah- mother and father - 

and a Grandmother and a grandfather - 

were driving through The Desert, at dawn.... 

and a truck load of Indian workers 

had either hit another car, or just - 

I don't know what happened

But there were Indians scattered 

all over The Highway, bleeding to death.

So the car pulls up and stops. 

That was the first time I tasted Fear.

I musta' been about four - like A Child is Like A Flower,

His Head is just floating in The Breeze, man.

The reaction I get now thinking about it, looking back --

Is that The Souls of The Ghosts of those dead Indians

Maybe one or two of 'em, 

were just running around, freaking out --

And just leaped into My Soul.

And They're still in there.

Indians scattered on dawn's highway bleeding

Ghosts crowd the young child's fragile eggshell mind.

Blood in the streets in the town of New Haven

Blood stains the roofs and the palm trees of Venice

Blood in my love in the terrible summer

Bloody red sun of fantastic L.A.

Blood screams her brain as they chop off her fingers

Blood will be born in the birth if a nation

Blood is the rose of mysterious union

Blood on the rise, it's following me.

Indian, Indian 

What Did You Die For?

Indian says, 

'Nothing at All.'

You're late.

Cowboy sneak-attack, Chief!

How are you?

Good to see you, pal.

Okay, big man!

Good to see you.

Ah, yes!

Good to see you, My Friend.

You Beauty!

Who is This?

And I am Diana.

Where did you find her?

She found me.

I plucked him from the sea.

It's a long story.

We don't have to talk about that right now.

What's there?

British tea for the Germans,

German beer for the British.

And, Edgar Rice Burroughs novels for both.

And guns!

Well, May We get What We Want!

May We get What We Need.

But May We never get What We Deserve.

She is sitting right there, next to you all, Fellas.

Strange thunder.

German 77s.

....Guns. Big ones.

It's The Front, out there.

The Evening Hate.

So, who do you fight for in This War?

I don't fight.

You're here for Profit, then?

No better place to be.

Nowhere better to be than in A War 

where you don't take A Side?

I have nowhere else.

The Last War took everything from My People.

We have nothing left.

At least here, I'm Free.

Who took that from Your People?

His People.

Don't go...

Don't go in. Don't go!

Don't! Boys, no!

Don't go in there!

You're safe.

You're safe. Are you okay?

Get off me, Woman!

Stop making a fuss! God!

He sees Ghosts.

You're going to get cold.

Oh, I don't...

Don't worry about Charlie.

He doesn't mean anything by it.

Get out of there, now.

We've got to move!

You bloody animal, move!

Go on! Get on!

These animals, why are they hurting them?

Because they need to move, quick!

Like Us!

But This is not The Way.

I could Help Them.

There's no Time. 

Come on, Woman!

Mama!

That Man. He's wounded.

There is Nothing You can Do about it, Diana.

We must keep moving!

What is This?

You wanted me to take you to The War.

This is it.

So, where are The Germans?

A couple hundred yards across the field.

Their trench is...

Watch out!

Chief! It's good to see you!

Oi! Chief's back! He's back!

All right, let's move!

Diana, We have to go.

We need to help these people.

We have to stay on Mission.

The next safe crossing is at least a day away.

What are we waiting for?

We cannot leave without helping them.

These People are Dying.

They have nothing to eat, and in The Village.... 

Enslaved, she said!

I... I...

Women.

I understand that.

Children!

We need to make our next position by sundown.

How can you say that?

What is the matter with you?

This is No Man's Land, Diana!

It means no Man can cross it, all right?

This battalion has been here for nearly a year

and They barely gained an inch.

Because, on The Other Side, there are a bunch of Germans

pointing machine guns at every square inch of this place.

This is not something you can cross.

It's not possible.

So what? So, we do nothing?

No We, We are Doing Something.

We are. We just...

Steve.

We can't Save Everyone in This War.

Steve, Steve.

This is not What We Came Here to Do.

No -- But it's What I'm Going to Do.

Diana!

What the bloody hell is she playing at?

She's taking all the fire!

Let's go!

Stay down! Stay down!

That's an order!

Go, now!

She's done it!

She's got them on the run!

Get down, get down! She's done it!

Steve!

Let's go!

Come on, go!

Stay here. I'll go ahead.

What the...

Let's move!

We need more firepower.

Sniper!

Go!

Get in!

Charlie, Bell Tower!

Come on, Charlie. Shoot him!

Hey, it's okay.

Huh.

Follow me! Give me some cover!

Right!

We're going to put this on our backs,

and when I say go, lift hard!

Okay.

Diana! Shield!

Go!

Stay very, very still for me, My Friends.

Please. So important.

Thank you very much.

This has been such An Honour for me,

taking Your Photograph.

Thank You so much.

For all his talk of shooting,

he cannot shoot.

Not everyone gets to be

what they want to be all the time.

Me, I am an actor.

I love acting.

I didn't want to be a soldier.

But I'm the wrong color.

Everyone is fighting

their own battles, Diana.

Just as you are fighting yours.

It's too much.

I wish you well.

Thank you, thank you.

I'm on the, o the phone.

It's Veld. V-E-L-D.

It's a...

tiny village.

It may not even be on the map.

I found it! I found it!

Did you find Ludendorff's operation?

No, no, no. But I located him.

And, oh, lucky you,

he's only a few miles away,

at German High Command.

German High Command?

And so, intel reports

that Ludendorff is hosting a gala.

A sort of last hurrah

before the Germans sign the armistice.

And the Kaiser himself

is going to be there.

As well as Dr. Maru.

Actually, the gala could be perfect cover.

Captain Trevor.

Yes, sir.

You are under no circumstances,

to go anywhere

near that gala tomorrow night.

Do you hear me?

You'd be jeopardizing

everything we've worked for.

You cannot compromise the armistice.

Sir, there will be no armistice...

Steve!

Once Ludendorff bombs

the entire front line.

Hold on one second, sir.

You shouldn't...

You shouldn't be bothered

about upsetting the peace accord.

Why not?

Ares would never let...

What?

What is it?

Of course. It makes complete sense.

Ares developed a weapon,

the worst ever devised.

Ares? You mean Ludendorff.

No.

I mean Ares.

Ludendorff is Ares!

Sir, this is our last chance,

our final chance to find out where

the gas is and to learn how,

Ludendorff plans on delivering it.

No, no, no, no, no. I forbid it.

Do you hear me? I forbid it.

Sir, I'm losing you! Sir?

Hello?

Sir...

How likely is he to respect my wishes?

Not very likely, I'll be honest.

Sammy. Sammy, no, no, no, no.

Sammy, I have to work.

Please stop.

I gotta rustle up a German uniform.

I still have to plot the course

for tomorrow.

That's easy, boss. Come on.

There is nothing we can do

until tomorrow.

You said it yourself, Steve.

So, Madame, s'il vous plaît.

Incroyable!

Magnifique!

Thank you. Thank you.

Monsieur, s'il vous plaît.

Et voilà!

Merci, Sammy.

Et voilà!

You did this.

We did.

Do you have dancing on,

Paradise Island?

Dancing, yeah. Of course.

But these people are just,

swaying.

Okay, if you're going to...

be fighting the God of War,

I may as well teach you...

how to dance, you poor thing.

All right, probably without the gun.

Madame.

If you would.

Well,

if I'm going to a gala,

I'll need to know...

You're not going to the gala.

Of course I am.

No, you're not.

Why wouldn't I?

Well, for one,

you don't know how to dance.

I would argue that, they...

don't know how to dance.

Be polite, be polite.

All right. So, give me your hand.

Like so.

And I'm gonna put my arm,

around you like so.

And we just...

What did you call it? Sway?

Then you just sway.

You're awfully close.

That's what it's all about.

I see.

I haven't heard him sing in years.

It's... It's a snowfall.

Touch it.

It's magical!

It is, isn't it?

Steve Trevor :

Yeah it is.

Wonder Woman :

Is this what people do

when there are No Wars to fight?

Steve Trevor :

Yeah.

Yeah, this and other things.

Wonder Woman :

What things?

Steve Trevor :

They have breakfast.

They really love a breakfast.

And... They love to wake up,

and read the paper and go to work.

They get married.

Make some babies, 

grow old together. I guess.

Wonder Woman :

What is it like?

Steve Trevor :

I have no idea.

The Villagers gave them to us.

A gracious gift.

And They call us Heroes.

Wonder Woman :

You are.

Hey, fellas. I know that

I said This Job was Two Days and...

A Deal's a Deal.

You'd get lost without us.

Yeah.

We all know Diana is capable

of taking care of herself.

I'm worried that you won't make it.

There's no more money.

We've been paid enough.

Charlie :

….Maybe you're better off

without me, yeah?

Wonder Woman :

No, Charlie —

Who Will Sing for Us?

Yeah.

Oh, no, please.

Sing?