Friday On My Mind (2017) s01e02 Episode Script
Part 2
1 (WILD CHEERING) (BAND PLAYS 'I'LL MAKE YOU HAPPY') MAN: Go back to where ya came from! (EGGS THUD ON BUS WINDOWS) MAN: You are at the Villawood Migrant Hostel, and welcome to Australia.
Where you think you're goin', wog? - You blokes are new.
- I'm a professional singer.
- You from here? - Nah, no, we moved out.
- Johannes.
- Dingeman.
George Young.
So, we go somewhere else to make a real band, huh? - Are you in the group too, Stephen? - I am, Mrs Young.
We need to find a drummer.
Back home in Liverpool, I played in a few bands.
I knew Paul McCartney.
- We need a better name.
- Like what? - The Easybeats.
- MAN: The Easybeats? Have another think about that one.
Anyway, Monday night, how's that? I'll make you happy - That's just a great song, lads.
- I love it.
Written by Wright and Young.
And you and George can write songs night day now, if you want, Stephen.
- Thanks for having me.
- So, welcome to the family, Stephen.
- Goodnight, boys.
- GEORGE: Goodnight, Mum.
MIKE: I take responsibility for everything.
You just do the music.
I'll do everything else.
SNOWY: We've got the manager.
We've got the best gigs.
We sound great.
GEORGE: We sound like every other fuckin' band.
We don't sound like the Easybeats.
If you don't have a hit song, you turn invisible.
You've gotta have hit songs.
Boys, I would like you to meet Ted Albert.
TED: I've talked to Mike about what we might be able to achieve together.
Play it like you're playing it live, at a gig.
MAN: (ON PHONE) You're about the 50th caller who wants She's So Fine.
You needn't have rung.
They're not voting for anything else.
(ALL LAUGH) To the Easybeats.
Already in the top 10 with She's So Fine.
To the future.
RADIO ANNOUNCER: The biggest thing in Australian rock history, Easyfever, has hit like a storm.
TED: We take a shot at the rest of the world.
We take Australian rock music to Britain, Europe, the United States.
(ALL LAUGH) What's wrong? I don't think I'm coming.
We need you, mate.
We fuckin' need you.
Right, here it is.
Three don't want to go.
Dick, Snowy, Stephen.
- Ahh-ahh.
- ('I'LL MAKE YOU HAPPY' ENDS) (WILD CHEERING) (BAND PLAYS INTRO TO 'SHE'S SO FINE') Waaaaah! I woke up bright and early this mornin' My little girl was not in sight I've been lookin' everywhere Mornin', noon and daylight 'Cause she's so fine She's so fine Well, she's so fine Oh, she's so fine You know I wish she was mine I've got somethin' to tell her Yeah, maybe she'll listen, maybe not But I love that woman like never before 'Cause all my love she's got Well, she's so fine She's so fine Yeah, well, she's so fine Whoa-oh, she's so fine You know I wish she was mine Oh, come on, Harry (HARRY PLAYS LEAD SOLO) One! Two! Three! Six, seven, eight! Yeah, 'cause she's so fine She's so fine Well, she's so fine Oh! She's so fine You know I wish she was mine And that's all.
I don't know why this is still a conversation.
We can't go.
Of course we can fucking go! - What have you got here? - What have we got here? - (ALL ARGUE AT ONCE) - You've all quite your fuckin' jobs.
SNOWY: None of you have got responsibilities? - Jesus Christ, Stephen! - (ALL CONTINUE ARGUING) We're only halfway up the fuckin' hill.
Do you want to go to the real top or not? STEVIE: What fuckin' hill?! Jesus, you shit me sometimes! I'm not going.
Yeah, me too.
It's not worth it, man.
GEORGE: Guys, come on.
Do you know what you're saying? We can do this.
I'm saying I'm a father, George.
I'm a husband.
And I'm saying you're a musician, Snowy.
And a good one.
But you either choose the band or you choose your family.
- And what choice would you make? - DICK: Yeah, what's more important? GEORGE: Aye.
Family.
Every time.
If you guys aren't goin', I'll back you.
HARRY: We're musicians, guys.
And together we're different.
Can't The Easybeats be family? Oh, listen to you.
Now you can speak bloody English.
What about you, Dick? Nah, not going.
I'm with them.
What can your parents do, huh? Bugger them.
Tell them to go to hell! That's exactly where they think I'm going, alright? It's not that simple.
They're convinced God's gonna strike me or something.
You know what? We've got reasons.
We've got this, we've got that.
You've just gotta fuckin' decide.
We can do this.
Yeah, bugger Mike and Mr Albert.
When we get over there, you've gotta come.
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
Well, what are they gonna do? They gonna try and stop us? Oh I'll think about it.
No.
I need you.
(LAUGHING) I've never said that to anyone before.
You've gotta come.
(WHISPERS) OK? (PLAYS UNAMPED BASS) Are you alright, Dingeman? Yeah.
Jehovah doesn't want you to go, Dingeman.
Satan is tempting you.
I have to be me, Mama.
Stop this, Dingeman.
They're my friends.
I can't let them down.
They're not your friends.
I'm going.
I'm going, Mum.
No.
Curse them.
Satan will follow you wherever you go.
SNOWY: Anyway, so, I told them that I'm not going.
You've got to go.
- Yeah, but do I want to go? - You know you have to.
You've gotta do it.
You've gotta give it a try.
It's what you've always done, music.
You wanted to be a rock star.
Yeah! Don't fret.
I'll be right here.
And, uh, you can tell Paul McCartney I said hello, will you? - I love you.
- Yeah.
I love you too.
That's exactly why you've got to go.
All my life I've worked upon The reason for us being here The universe and all that it contains Tryin' to solve the secret of the brain ('THE MUSIC GOES ROUND MY HEAD' CONTINUES) STEVIE: How good's this? GEORGE: And you didn't want to come.
Hey, I thought you said you and me are family.
We are, Stephen.
Have a fucking go at him, mate.
Nah.
I kinda like being a shit-kicker again.
We can go to a pub.
- Yes, we can.
- Ahh.
Let's follow those puppies.
(STEVIE CHUCKLES) HARRY: Morning.
It's so comical, I'm insane Now the people herald me (BELCHES LOUDLY) - As being the genius beyond compare They're clamouring to hear what I will say It's so funny, they carry me away And the music - (THUNDER RUMBLES) - Goes round my head And I can't hear a thing (GROANS) Oh ('NO-ONE KNOWS' PLAYS) (SIGHS) No-one knows how much I miss her No-one knows how much I care No-one knows about my heartache When I found (TAPS DRUMS AND HIGH-HAT) That she's not there No-one knows about the happy days That we spent together Lovin' thoughts and memories Will never last forever (SNORES) (COUGHS AND HACKS) Good morning.
STEVIE: Morning.
(SIGHS) Welcome to London.
You making tea? We're supposed to see Mike at some studio at 9:00.
You got any matches, Stevie? - It's 1:30.
- Oops.
I'm going back to bed.
Well, hello, rock stars.
- STEVIE: Hello, Mike.
- Where were ya? Oh, well, uh HARRY: Morning, Mike.
It's actually afternoon, in case you wanted to know that, mate.
(GROANS) What do they put in the beer over here? We were supposed to meet that producer.
Fuck that producer.
We've got Ted.
Yeah, well, Ted's not gonna be here till Friday, alright? That's why we're supposed to be here, to meet people.
- That's the - Morning, Mike.
Not much of a flat.
Yeah, well gotta stick to the budget.
Gotta watch those pennies, boys.
Jesus Christ.
OK, guys, here's the thing.
While you've been sitting in bed, farting, your manager has guess what? Gone and got you a London gig.
It's a beauty.
"Oh, thanks Mike.
Cheers, Mike.
Love you, Mike.
" Is no longer there You know, baby When I look into my book You know, I seem to remember all the goods times we used to share (FEEDBACK SQUEALS) And even the fights with your dad Yeah, after all this time, it seems so real and sad But I remember All the little things That we used to do and share But the thrill Of you being close to me Is not the-e-e-ere.
(SILENCE) (WHISPERS) Quick, come on! Do something! She's So Fine.
(BAND PLAYS INTRO TO 'SHE'S SO FINE') Waaaah! Woke up bright and early this mornin' My little girl was not in sight I been lookin' everywhere Mornin', noon and daylight 'Cause she's so fine She's so fine She's so fine Oh, she's so fine You know, I wish she was mine SNOWY: Well, so far so good.
You think? We were great.
They loved us.
So, we've conquered London.
- (OTHERS LAUGH) - Listen to these two! Like a pair of old ladies.
It's a fuckin' start.
('WATCHING THE WORLD (GO BY)' PLAYS) - SNOWY: This is us.
- STEVIE: Here we are, boys.
Let's go.
GEORGE: Is this definitely us, Snowy? Yeah.
STEVIE: We record in London.
Who'd have thought? Us, mate.
We all did.
- Secretly, but.
- But what? What do you think we've been working for, Stephen? No, man.
It's kind of unreal.
Back home in Liverpool, this was the dream.
You better wake up, Snowy.
Shut up, man.
Get off me.
I can't wait for this.
Hey.
Look at this.
Hey? - Well, now.
- Hey! Look who it is! - Good to see you.
- How are you finding old London town? STEVIE: It's great.
It's a bit weird.
- Weird shit.
- HARRY: But cool.
Heard you went down well at The Kingdom.
Nicely done, boys.
They've got some great clubs over here.
I've heard.
So, should we show them what the Aussies can pull off? We're not Aussies.
- Well, I am.
- (INTRO TO 'WEDDING RING' PLAYS) Let's get started.
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah I could buy you dresses - Yeah, yeah - Dancin' shoes Yeah, yeah Crazy music - Yeah, yeah - For to sing the blues - Yeah, yeah -- Girl, all I want Is a love from you A love that's true - Ahh - But all you want, want, want Is a wedding ring - Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah - Is a wedding ring Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah Whoa! (INSTRUMENTAL BREAK) Ow! Oh! Waaaaah (HARRY PLAYS LEAD SOLO) Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah If I was your man Would you have agreed To treat me right? To stick by me? All I want Is a love from you A love that's true That's if you want, want, want your wedding ring Wedding ring Whoa, wedding ring Ooh, wedding ring.
(SONG ENDS) (SCATTERED EXCLAMATIONS AND APPLAUSE) Whoo! I reckon we came third.
Shut the fuck up, Stephen.
It was just a bad night guys, that's all.
- You think? - Hey, come on, lads.
Where are we? We're in London.
DICK: They hated everything.
MIKE: Guys, I told you it wouldn't be easy, OK? HARRY: We don't want it to be easy, Mike.
We just want it to happen.
What about this bloody budget you were going on about? 10 quid a week each, Mike? - Christ! - The budget? Well, that's blown.
You're kidding.
What happened to all our money we made in Australia? What money? There's a lot of expenses that go into something like this.
I mean, look, I'm sorry, guys.
Sorry? Fucking sorry, Michael? You keep on saying sorry.
So, what are you saying? Are we broke or not? Don't worry about it, OK? I've still got a few contacts here.
Big deal.
Where's our money? Just don't worry, OK? I'm sorry, guys.
We're cool.
- (PLAYS GUITAR RIFF FROM 'SORRY') - I like that.
I really like that.
Then I remembered It was all a blur No.
No.
Then I remembered Something, something GEORGE: Then I remembered Just where we were That day in December With a girl named Fleur - What?! - No - Then I remembered - Mate, come on Had a date with her It works! BOTH: Sorry, sorry Sorry, sorry Hi, Stevie.
Hi I'll be right back.
I mean Sorry.
Give me half an hour? (WHISPERS) Jesus, Stephen.
Hello, darling.
Sorry.
Finally.
(SIGHS) (SINGS) Sorry, sorry Sorry, sorry Oh More of the same? Nothing's working.
Well, United Artists believe in you.
So do I.
So, one step at a time and we'll get there.
Is that all? You've done it before, Stevie.
You can do it again.
Let's get started.
(PLAYS RIFF FROM 'SORRY') Alright, this will be Sorry, take nine.
When you're ready.
(BAND PLAYS INTRO TO 'SORRY') Mailman came this morning Snowy, shut up! - What? - You're out! How can I be out, Stephen? You missed your cue.
I know what I'm doin', Snowy.
- Pity you fuckin' don't.
- GEORGE: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- TED: Hey, come on boys.
- Hey, what's it to you, mate? What's it to you? (ALL ARGUE AT ONCE) Seriously, you feelin' a bit left out? Come on, boys.
That is enough! Let's let's go again.
That's Sorry, take 10.
When you're ready.
(SNOWY CLAPS DRUMSTICKS) (BAND PLAYS INTRO TO 'SORRY') Mailman came this mornin' Brought a message by Said it was from my babe Think I know just why Sorry, sorry Sorry, sorry That I Didn't go last night What's going on with Stephen? Nothin'.
Well, I don't know.
Maybe he misses his girlfriend.
Yeah, right.
Mm.
(SIGHS) We've written a dozen songs, Mr Albert.
We're going backwards.
Let me tell you a little something about talent, George.
Once you have it, it doesn't go away.
You and Stephen and Harry .
.
I've bet the house on you.
What do you mean? I'm not leaving till we get that big hit we need.
Just stick with me, please.
STEVIE: It's shit.
They hate us.
GAIL: Who'd hate you? They'd love you.
We played this really cool club.
Makes Suzie Wongs look like a toilet.
We were hot.
- So? - I dunno.
It's kind of it's kinda turned to shit.
Come over, I need ya.
Well, I haven't got any money.
I'm trying to save up.
Get it from your Mum and Dad.
As if they would.
MAN: Gail, who is it? I miss you so much.
I need ya.
I love you.
I love you too, Stephen.
Who is it, Gail? It's Stephen! I've gotta go.
They hate it when you ring.
- Tell 'em to get fucked from me.
- (LAUGHS) Yeah, sure thing.
Bye.
(PLAYS MELODIC SCALE) Fuck this.
Stevie! Stephen! Stevie! (MUTTERS) - Hey! - STEVIE: Jesus! What do you think you're fuckin' doing, man? Jesus, sorry, sweetheart.
Jesus Christ, Stephen! What does it look like? Can you get out? - Fuck! - For Christ's sake! Prick.
Fuckin' got work to do, man.
Fuckin' disgusting.
What do you think you're doin', mate? Hey? - Sorry.
- We've got fuckin' work to do.
You know that? Have you got a problem? Do you know, yeah, I have got a fuckin' problem.
I've got a big fuckin' problem, ya prick.
You're fuckin' pushing it, aren't ya, eh, eh? - Come on, then, you fuckin' - Come on.
Fuckin' go on, hey? Hey! Come on! Hey! Hey? (STEVIE LAUGHS) (HARRY PLAYS DESCENDING GUITAR CHORDS) You're still a prick.
Yeah.
Yep.
SNOWY: Fuckin' London.
But at let we're seeing some sun, finally.
Well you're the one in love with the place.
Yeah, I think I'm going off it, fast.
STEVIE: Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, um (MUTTERS) ".
.
who've named themselves The Easybeats "for some inexplicable reason.
"A polycultural group" Polycultural? Christ.
".
.
from down under, with a dynamic lead vocalist "in 19-year-old Stevie Wright, "who knows a thing or two about stage presence "and how to manipulate an audience.
" Thank you very much! "Unfortunately, the same can't be said for his lyrical abilities.
"The Easybeats pop offerings are melodically complex, "but their lyrics are simple and uninspiring.
"A better understanding of song theme might" Yeah, and fuck you too! Pommy bastard! GEORGE: Come on.
Don't let it get to you, mate.
It's just some prat trying to say something clever.
- He can go to hell.
- Don't let it bother you, Stephen.
Fuck London! You said you wanted to be a shit-kicker again.
- Yeah, not like this! - For fuck's sake.
- Where you goin'? - Nowhere.
Stephen! Stephen?! For fuck's sake.
SNOWY: At least it's raining again.
(RINGS DOORBELL) (DOG BARKS) No, what I'm saying is we just get on a plane.
We just get out of here.
Mike says we haven't got enough money for the airfares.
I just wanna get back home to Gail.
Doesn't love count? Not with you.
(SCOFFS) Jesus, George.
I don't want to go back to Australia anyway.
Why not? Sorry's number one back there.
- Yes.
Number 800 here.
- That's the point.
So, we keep making number ones in Australia.
That's not what we said we were going to do.
What we said then and what's happening now is completely different.
- SNOWY: Yeah, that's right.
- Well, OK, then.
- We all have to agree.
Stay or go.
- Stay.
- Go.
- Hang on.
We've still got Ted.
He says it'll happen, and I, for fuckin' one, believe him.
We can't do it without him.
Exactly.
- We stick with Ted, we'll be OK.
- Yeah, he got us here.
No, he didn't.
WE got us here.
He's our bit of magic.
- Can we do it without him? - STEVIE: I dunno.
All I know is that this is shit.
(BAND PLAYS INTRO TO 'BABY, I'M A-COMING') It's cold outside And here I go Trudging through Ice and snow 'Cause, baby Baby, I'm a-coming to love you Snowin' down (FLATLY) 10 below Warm inside - 'Cause I know - Whoa! Hang on, hang on! Cut! Cut! (MUSIC STOPS) That was terrible.
What is it? What's the problem? Nothing.
London's a lot more difficult than we thought.
You blitzed Australia.
Aye.
We were a dead-straight rock band then.
I mean, is that even cool anymore? And you think the guys are losing faith.
I don't know.
I really don't know.
18 months ago, we'd have walked through brick walls to be where we are.
And now I just don't know what's happening.
I know that song we want is out there somewhere.
('EASY AS CAN BE' PLAYS) Love you in the morning Love you all through the night Till I love you in the morning Love you all through the night I don't know why I ever let you go 'Cause all the time Cut there.
What's going on here? - This is very - SNOWY: Sorry.
- This is very loose.
- That was my fault with the tempo.
OK, then go again.
Just go again.
- One, two, three.
- Yeah.
One, two, three, four.
(BAND PLAYS 'EASY AS CAN BE' INTRO RAPIDLY) Too fast? What is it? So, what is it? Not too fast? One, two, three, four.
(BAND MEMBERS PLAY OUT OF TIME) - Can you set the tempo? - Fuckin' hell.
HARRY: Yeah, one, two, three I don't know why I ever let you go 'Cause all the time I knew that I loved you so-o And I need A little bit of lovin' Need a little bit of kissin' And I need a little bit of lovin' - (KNOCK AT DOOR) - Love you all day and night As it's easy as can be MAN: Are you Dingeman? Oh-oh, easy as can be Yes, it's Hey.
Someone's at the door to see you.
MAN: Are you Dingeman? Yeah.
Who are you? We've been sent to find you.
Dingeman, your parents are worried that you are straying from God's holy word.
- What?! - You must turn from Satan.
Come back to Jehovah and realise that everything (STRUMS RHYTHMICALLY) Dick? Dick? GEORGE: Go from, uh, that D (HARRY STRUMS CHORD) Right? To an F sharp 7.
(HARRY STRUMS CHORD) - And then then to a B minor.
- Uh-huh.
Or B major.
Mm, and then back to the D.
A.
- E.
- E7.
- Beautiful.
- Yeah.
Brilliant.
Hang on.
Be back in a tick.
Stephen? Stevie? Stephen, I need those lyrics.
Come on, mate, we've got that melody we're after.
Come on.
Stevie.
Shit.
- (GROANS) - Come on.
No, mate.
No, it's OK.
Yeah, I'm I'm nearly done.
Yeah? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Bring 'em in, mate, alright? - Yeah, no, no, good, OK.
- Come on.
(PLAYS UNAMPED BASS) (SLAMS DOOR) - Fuck! - (ASH TRAY CLATTERS) (SIGHS) Sorry.
It's alright.
Guys Oh, may I say you're all looking like a true rock band today.
Fuck you.
Why are you so happy, Mike? You want the good news or the bad news? Come on, guys, what do you want to hear first? DICK: No more bad news.
We've had enough of that.
Right.
Good news.
Your manager, fine man that he is, has been a busy boy.
The Kinks, right? Manfred Mann, The Who.
I've set you up with the hottest record producer this side of Nashville fucking Tennessee.
We don't need your producer.
We've got Ted.
That actually brings me to the bad news.
- Um - TED: Morning, boys.
How are we? TED: It might not be bad news.
It might be good news, who knows? - Leaving for good? - Afraid so.
I'm on a plane to Sydney tomorrow afternoon.
But you can't leave now.
- You're part of the band.
- Oh, you'll be fine.
We've done a lot of good work in the studio.
You've got a lot of great ideas to go on with.
Yeah, but they're only ideas.
An elimination process, remember? Just filter out the bad from the good.
I've already spoken to United Artists.
- They'll take care of you - Fuck United Artists.
MIKE: Hang on, I worked hard on that deal.
That was GEORGE: Shut up, Mike.
The point is some urgent business has come up in Sydney and it will take time to sort out.
DICK: What are we gonna do? We're going with you.
Sorry, Stephen, you're staying here.
Just stay focused.
You've got hit songs to make.
Yeah, not without you, we can't.
You'll be fine, boys.
Alright.
No, we won't.
STEVIE: You ever noticed how, when you're on the bottom, people just apologise to you all the time? SNOWY: Yeah.
- DICK: He was all we had.
- HARRY: No, we've still got us.
STEVIE: That's not doing us much good.
- SNOWY: We gave it a good shot, lads.
- GEORGE: Aye, we did that.
HARRY: I always thought we were going to be a great band, you know? Like a really great band.
Even when we were the Starfighters.
DICK: Starfighters! I wasn't joking myself.
SNOWY: It's kidding.
You were kidding yourself.
DICK: Yeah, we all were.
Yeah.
STEVIE: So, what do we do now? Like a whiskey? Aye, thanks.
(CLEARS THROAT) You're not having one? Uh, no, not at the minute.
Thank you.
You want to know what's going on.
I don't get it.
What's in Sydney? It's got nothing to do with Sydney.
United Artists are, let's say .
.
unhappy with your producer.
They don't think the Aussie can cut the mustard over here.
What? They want me out.
You're sacked? Well, bugger them.
No, we can record songs with you at home.
Oh, we already know you can do that.
Is it enough? No, it's not.
We need you, mate.
You're all we've got.
I really wanted to be there .
.
when you found that big one, the one you need.
Here's a vision for you, George.
One day, an Australian group will be the biggest rock band in the world.
You think so? I know it.
(KNOCK AT DOOR) I'll go.
Stevie - You look gorgeous.
- Thank you.
Bye, guys.
I'm just gonna go and telephone our Maureen.
HARRY: What now? Don't know.
That's it.
Now it's up to us.
(PLAYS BASIC CHORD PROGRESSION FROM 'FRIDAY ON MY MIND') (GEORGE PLAYS SPARSE MELODY ON PIANO) Yeah.
(GEORGE ECHOES CHORDS ON PIANO) (HARRY HUMS MELODY) That sounds alright.
Doo-doo-doooo, doo-doo-doo Sounds good.
Doo-doo-doooo Daaa Doo-doo-doo Da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da - That sound alright? - Sounds right.
(MUSIC CONTINUES) Ah (LAUGHS) (MUSIC FADES) (SQUEALS) Oh! - Jesus Christ, George! - You almost gave me a heart attack.
Sorry.
- This is - Tracey.
- Tracey.
- Hello.
Can I talk to you, mate? I won't be a second.
Me and Harry have been talkin'.
We've been writing a lot of songs, Stevie.
'Course we have, mate.
We're songwriters.
Good songs, Stephen.
Together, we got some good stuff down.
Yeah.
(CLEARS THROAT) So, if we're gonna keep going .
.
we'll be writing the songs from now on.
Me and Harry.
What? Without you.
What? George, it's me and you.
Look at what we've written.
Monster hits.
I'm a lyric writer, George.
It's what I am.
Your head's not where it should be for lyric writing, Stephen.
You know that.
- George - You're a great performer, mate.
A brilliant showman.
You always will be.
I'm just a bloody songwriter.
Come on, George.
I know I know I've No.
Sorry, mate.
I'm sorry.
Mate, you said we were family.
- We are family - No, no, no.
You're choosing music.
Stephen - (DOOR SLAMS) - Stephen! (PHONE RINGS) Hello? Hello? GAIL: Hello! Hello? Hello? Hello (PHONE BEEPS) ('HAPPY IS THE MAN' PLAYS) Everybody says I'm bad For what I've done and what I've had I don't mind 'bout what they say They will see some other day They say I've been sinnin' - 'Cause I like good-lookin' women - (DOG BARKS) They don't know what it means - (DOORBELL RINGS) - To be alive Happy is the man who has to love the girl 'Cause she makes him feel like he owns the world (DOG BARKS) Happy is the man who loves a lot of love and he likes it Happy is the man who gets up off his back and he takes it And happy is the child that wants a brand-new toy and he gets it Happy is the man, la-la-la, la-la And happy is the dog that finds another tree in the desert Happy is the man, la-la-la, la-la And happy is the girl I gave my love to and she took it Happy is the man, la-la-la, la-la - MIKE: Get out.
- GEORGE: Excuse me.
- DICK: Where's the place? - That one.
Hi, Mike.
Michael.
- Where's Stevie? - He got held up.
What do you mean he got held up? What are you talking about? HARRY: He's, uh he's got a cold.
- We need him.
- GEORGE: Alright, mate.
- Let's just get in here.
- We know that.
Guys, this is Shel Talmy.
You can't come late to a meeting with Shel Talmy, OK? He is the hottest producer on the - oh, sorry - planet, OK? - You've already said that, Mike.
- The Kinks.
Manfred Mann.
- Uh, My Generation, which is - HARRY: You told us that, Mike.
- We know.
- MIKE: How? How do you? What? GEORGE: Oh, Jesus Christ.
Just - G'day.
- Oh! - Shel Talmy.
- Mike.
How are ya? George Young.
- George Young.
Hey.
- Nice to meet you.
- You too.
- Harry Vanda.
Harry Vanda.
- The Dick Diamonde.
- Indeed.
- And, uh, Snowy Fleet.
- OK.
Pleasure.
OK, uh, take a seat, boys.
Can I get you some coffee or something else? - HARRY: No.
- GEORGE: No, thank you.
OK.
Mike, you can take a hike.
Yeah.
I'll, um Yep, right.
Sure.
I don't want management around, OK? This is about music, boys.
Business comes later.
Maybe.
So, what do you got for me? Aren't we gonna go into the studio? Is it gonna make your songs any better? OK.
Shall we start off with Made My Bed? Aye, let's do that.
One, two, three, four I tried so hard to be A man A man A man I made my bed and I'm gonna Whoa! Whoa.
OK.
What else you got? (SCOFFS) Um Saturday Night? - We - Aye.
One, two, three, four.
(BOTH PLAY INTRO TO 'SATURDAY NIGHT') ('SATURDAY NIGHT' INTRO CONTINUES IN OFFICE) And as I stood there On the corner of the street Whoa! Whoa.
OK.
Uh Let me tell you a little story, boys.
It was, uh it was Prokofiev or Schumann or one of those guys, right? And this student comes to him and he says, "Maestro, "can you listen to my two tunes and tell me which one you like best?" He says, "Sure, go ahead.
" So, the kid, he starts to play his first song and then Prokofiev, he stops him.
"Stop!" he says.
"Stop!" "I like the other one.
" (LAUGHS) (TALMY SNORTS) I love that.
I love that.
He likes the other one.
It's just so funny.
SNOWY: Fuck him.
DICK: Let's go to a pub.
Let's go and find Stephen.
Stevie? (ACOUSTIC GUITAR CHORD PROGRESSION PLAYS) Try going for an E.
Uh (PLAYS CHORD PROGRESSION) What's wrong? I've gotta go and find Stephen.
- I'll come with you.
- No, no, it's fine.
Try going from an E flat to a D.
Mix it up a bit.
(PLAYS CHORD PROGRESSION) Pretty girl OK.
Keep it going.
OK, uh (PLAYS CHORD PROGRESSION) - (PLAYS NOTES ON PIANO) - (HUMS MELODY) Asking you Want you to Say you do Ah-ah-ah-ah Pretty girl Walks up and down the street Pretty girl Kinda girl I'd like to meet She don't even know my name Boys.
You're young.
You're you're very young.
You've got what it takes, that's why I agreed to see you again.
But here's the thing.
A great rock song isn't just a piece of music.
A great rock song has belief in it.
Conviction.
Look at My Generation.
That's Pete, talking about himself.
You get what I'm trying to say? So, boys, I'm not saying you're wasting your time.
You've obviously got talent.
What I'm saying is .
.
you're wasting mine.
Whoa, hang on, Shel.
Just give us one more shot, please - I'm sorry, boys.
- Please.
- We've got a riff.
- Yeah.
- It's driving us crazy.
- Yeah.
Crazy's good.
- You got one minute.
- Aye.
Thank you.
Thank you.
One, two, three, four.
(BOTH PLAY INTRO TO 'FRIDAY ON MY MIND') Monday mornin' is so bad All the people seem to nag me Comin' Tuesday, I feel better Even my old man looks good - That's all we've got.
- Yeah.
That is what I'm talkin' about! You go home and finish that one.
(BAND PLAYS INTRO TO 'FRIDAY ON MY MIND') Monday mornin' feels so bad Everybody seems to nag me Comin' Tuesday, I feel better (DOOR OPENS) Even my old man looks good (DOOR SLAMS) Jesus, Stephen, where have you been? G'day, Snowy.
You alright? 'Course I am.
Why? We're into one he liked.
You good to go? Mate, I'm still front man of this fuckin' outfit.
Come on, where are the lyrics? Alright, let's give it a go.
- SNOWY: Ready? - GEORGE: Aye.
One, two One, two, three four (BAND PLAYS INTRO TO 'FRIDAY ON MY MIND') Monday mornin' feels so bad Everybody seems to nag me Comin' Tuesday, I feel better Even my old man looks good Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait, hang on.
Try a half-beat pause just after 'looks', right? Try and stretch it a bit there.
- After 'looks', before 'good'? - Aye.
OK, yeah, yeah.
Right.
SNOWY: One Ready? One, two (CLAPS DRUMSTICKS) (BAND PLAYS 'FRIDAY ON MY MIND') Monday mornin' feels so bad Everybody seems to nag me Comin' Tuesday, I feel better Even my old man looks good Wednesday just don't go OK, boys, sounding great.
I like your backing vocals.
Where'd you get that? Uh, they saw some movie.
What? What movie? Oh, it was a dinky music show before the film.
The Swingle Singers.
Oh, yeah, I know them.
Cheesy shit.
- Yeah.
- (BOTH LAUGH) Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee You know what you guys are? You're magpies, picking shiny stuff up all over the place.
Let's go for a take.
Remember Stephen.
Conviction.
OK, rolling.
Friday on My Mind, take one.
(BAND PLAYS 'FRIDAY ON MY MIND') Monday mornin' feels so bad Everybody seems to nag me Comin' Tuesday, I feel better Even my old man looks good Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo Wednesday just don't go - Thursday goes too slow - Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo - Doo - I got Friday on my mind (SCREAMING) Gonna have fun in the city Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo Be with my girl, she's so pretty Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo She looks fine tonight She is outta sight to me Tonight I'll spend my bread Tonight I'll lose my head Tonight I got to get to nigh-igh-ight Monday, I'll have Friday on my mind Into the studio floor.
Squeezy-squeezy.
Come on.
This way.
Do the five-day grind once more PHOTOGRAPHER: Stevie, bend your knees.
Right there, mate.
I know of nothin' else that bugs me More than workin' for the rich man - (CAMERA CLICKS) - PHOTOGRAPHER: Lookin' good.
Lovely.
Hey, I'll change that scene one day Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo Today, I might be mad - Tomorrow, I'll be glad - Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo - Doo - 'Cause I'll have Friday on my mind Gonna have fun in the city Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo Be with my girl, she's so pretty Get in! Come on! The producer, Mr Shel Talmy, said they're going to have a number one hit! (ALL CHEER AND LAUGH) Tonight I'll spend my bread - Tonight - I'll lose my head Tonight I've got to get to nigh-igh-ight Monday, I'll have Friday on my mind Gonna have fun in the city Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo I'll be with my girl, she's so pretty Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo Gonna have fun in the city Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo Be with my girl, she's so pretty Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo.
(LAUGHS) OK, hold it there gentleman.
Thank you.
('WHERE DID YOU GO LAST NIGHT?' INSTRUMENTAL PLAYS) Done.
That's it, boys.
No need for another take.
We got the one we want.
Welcome to the big-time.
('WHERE DID YOU GO LAST NIGHT?' INSTRUMENTAL CONTINUES) I'm here with The Easybeats, with their latest smash hit, Friday on My Mind, a rock song with an absolutely solid pedigree and a working-class lyric.
We could be hearing from Ray Davies, Pete Townshend, John Lennon.
It's about being in love, but much more.
We all know the feeling of the five-day grind, of working for the rich man and of hope and aspiration that one day, it will all be different.
This, plus complex harmonics and brilliant vocals from front man Stevie Wright make this song an instant classic.
I'm with the group now.
Welcome to The Rock Files, guys.
- Thank you.
- Morning.
- Alright.
- How you going? Well, congratulations on Friday on My Mind.
It's tearing the charts apart all over Europe and about to do the same in the US.
Tell me, is it a life-changer for you boys? Well, I think it's a little bit early to tell, to be honest.
You know, it's only been out two weeks, so we'll see.
But you were a scratch band before this.
Here among all the other English groups you must have felt Hang on.
"Other English groups"? Well, yeah, three of you are English.
I understand two of you are Dutch, but as an English group I'm not English, mate.
I'm Scottish.
- Yeah - SNOWY: We're Aussies, man.
Yeah, I know you developed your sound there.
We're an Australian band.
It's where we got our sound but you know, it's where we're from.
Hmm.
Harry, you're Dutch.
What do you say? - I would have thought - No, I I'm Australian, yeah.
We're an Aussie band.
We actually didn't know until now.
- What? - Yeah.
So, let me get this right.
None of you were born in Australia.
What makes you an Australian band? The music, mate.
The music.
- Hello! - MAUREEN: Hi.
- I was hoping it'd be you.
- Oh, bloody bloody hell! It's good to hear your voice.
Oh, it's so good to hear your voice.
- It's fuckin' pissin' it down! - Yeah? Hey, look, it must be bloody nice being the wife of an Easybeat, I tell you that, especially at the moment.
- I heard all about it.
- Yeah.
Yeah, and you're everywhere here as well.
- Bloody hell.
- I know, it's crazy.
- Everyone's gone mental again.
- I bet you're having some fun.
(BOTH CHUCKLE) - Here, is Mandy there? - Yeah, she's great.
I just got her to sleep, though, actually - Oh, no, no, no, don't wake her.
- Yeah.
- No, that's alright.
- She asks after What? Can you say that again? (VOICE BREAKS UP) Miss you your voice - I love you - Sorry, what? Oh, for Hello? - (INSERTS COIN) - Hello? (BANGS PHONE) (MANDY CRIES) About 15 initially.
We're the five that made it.
16, with the washing machine.
Yeah, we all started in the laundry.
- In a laundry? - And a shed.
Amazing.
(ALL LAUGH) So, how does it feel, boys? - STEVIE: Great.
- Does it? That's good to hear.
- What's that supposed to mean? - Well, I I've seen 'em come, I've seen 'em go.
At first, you don't notice it, then it's too late.
And it sneaks up on ya.
What does? And you don't notice it till it's too late.
Ah! Hey, pass the whisky.
(MUFFLED CHEERING) Holy shit! - What? - Paul McCartney's here.
What?! Oh, God, the whole fuckin' Beatles.
Fuck, you're kidding me.
Jesus Christ.
Is that Is that Mick Jagger too? Fuck! Ready, boys? Not really.
(CHEERING AND WHISTLING) Ladies and gentlemen, London's latest rock sensation, The Easybeats! (SCREAMING, CHEERING AND APPLAUSE) (BAND PLAYS 'I'LL MAKE YOU HAPPY') I I give I give you I give you love Give you lovin' all the time Give you kisses just like wine Do his lips taste sweeter than mine? - No - No - No - No No I'll make you happy Just like your mama wants I'll make you happy Just like your daddy said I'll make you happy Are we there yet? What do you think?! - What about you? - I wish I knew! (LAUGHTER) GEORGE: We've gotta go.
We've got to go.
We've got rehearsals tomorrow.
Come on, we've gotta go home! We are at home.
What? This is this IS our place, isn't it? You reckon? Rehearsal's today, not tomorrow.
- What? - Today is tomorrow already.
OK.
GEORGE: Someone's eaten the goldfish.
DICK: Oh, what?! Oh, bugger! (SLURS) Oh, they're they're enjoying ourselves.
No, no, they're enjoying THEMselves.
Not OURselves.
Who are all these people? ('I'LL MAKE YOU HAPPY' CONTINUES) Ah-ahhh.
Oi Hey, wake up.
Come on, band meeting, next room.
Let's go.
(HARRY GROANS) Hey, wake up.
Oi, band meeting.
Next room.
Come on.
GEORGE: Fuck off, mate.
Fuckin' hell! OK, OK, here we go.
- Oi, come on.
- DICK: Piss off.
Come on, band meeting, next room.
Let's go.
- What? - Come on.
Come on, wake up.
Here we go, Stevie.
- Come on, mate.
Here we go.
- (STEVIE GROANS) Can you just hop off, please? Cheers.
Just Oop.
Alrighty, here we go.
The lot of you here, all listening.
Thank you.
- So - HARRY: Get off.
London, yeah? Sweden, West Germany, Austria, Italy, France, Poland, Switzerland, Greece and, thank you, Mike, Holland.
Signed the deal this morning, boys, right on the dotted fuckin' line.
- 32 gigs, yeah? Nine countries.
- ('FRIDAY ON MY MIND' PLAYS) The Easybeats along with .
.
the Rolling Stones! Oh, fuck off! Congratulations, guys.
It is the hottest tour on the planet.
- In.
- GEORGE: Get in there! - (LAUGHS) - Monday morning feels so bad (HARRY AND GEORGE SPEAK INDISTINCTLY) Everybody seems to nag me (CHEERING AND SCREAMING) Comin' Tuesday, I feel better (ANNOUNCER SPEAKS DUTCH) The Easybeats! Wednesday just don't go ANNOUNCER: Valkommen till Sverige, The Easybeats! I've got Friday on my mind Gonna have fun in the city (ANNOUNCER SPEAKS GERMAN) The Easybeats! - Hey, Stephen.
- Yeah? We're there.
Holy shit, we are.
Fine tonight She is outta sight to me (ANNOUNCER SPEAKS ITALIAN) The Easybeats! - Tonight - I'll lose my head Tonight Gotta get to nigh-igh-ight Monday, I'll have Friday on my mind.
MIKE: They've read about the European tour.
23,000 signatures asking us to go back to Oz.
23,000.
Kids are lining up to sign this thing.
So, uh, yeah.
Boys, we're going home.
Yeah, you've said that before, man.
No, this time it's true.
We've got an Australian tour.
Beauty.
Right, we'll go everywhere.
We will clean up.
Well, we were supposed to clean up all over Europe.
Yeah, well, we're doing alright, there, boys.
There's no worries there.
What do you mean, no worries? We'll be right for a first-class trip back though, right? I mean, doing a tour like this is there's a lot of expenses.
Oh, there's a lot of expenses.
Yeah, we've gotta watch the pennies 'cause - Ah, pennies.
- What? - But we worked our arse off.
- But I can tell Maureen I'm coming.
- Just tell me that, Mike.
- Yes.
OK? You can tell Maureen you're coming home.
('WATCHING THE WORLD (GO BY)' PLAYS) (SCREAMING) In my street, you can meet so many different kind of people And everyone that I know is doin' fine and feeling peaceful Snowy! Mandy, you're a big girl.
Look at you.
This is him, darling.
- This is Daddy.
- Snowy.
Sorry, I just Through here.
Sorry, guys, can I just interrupt, just quickly? Hey, sorry.
Just need you with the guys.
- Oh! - Just quick.
- I just want to talk with you all.
- Are you kidding? No, no, no, seriously.
Just one one minute.
- Really? - He'll be back.
Straight back.
(SCREAMING CONTINUES OUTSIDE) Sixty-fuckin'-thousand? - 60,000? - Maybe a bit more.
My accountants are going over it, but, um, yeah.
I'm I'm sorry, boys.
It's it's a tax bill I just wasn't expecting.
I thought you said we didn't earn much before London.
Well, we earned quite a bit.
A lot, actually.
I mean, we were a hot rock band.
What do you mean "were"? We watched your bloody pennies, mate.
You gave us 10 quid a week.
I had to get Gail to send money.
We keep asking you, Mike.
Where is it? Come on, guys.
You can't escape the taxman.
It doesn't matter who you are, OK? Now, I can pay it.
It's just not gonna leave us with much.
STEVIE: And how much is that? You've never told us how much we've got.
60,000.
Jesus Christ.
Don't worry, OK? This tour is gonna be a smash.
They're all gonna be a smash.
- Where's our money! - Don't worry.
It is under control.
Now, I will go through it all in detail, later.
Next concert's in Perth.
We got absolutely nothing.
You weren't ripped off for the whole tour.
Well, after we finished with the Stones, the promoters were a bunch of shonks.
Mike got stuck right into 'em.
It didn't do us anything at all.
Well, this next tour, 17 gigs across Australia.
- I'll keep an eye on it.
- Thank you.
How's it going in the studio? Heaven and Hell.
That's how it's going or that's .
.
that's the name of the song? - Both.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
How do you know when a band's finished, Mr Albert? George, why do you say that? Oh, I don't know.
I don't know.
You know, it's just this feeling.
It's just like the wheels are coming off of us here.
I can feel it.
Listen, there comes a time in (KNOCKING) Boys.
Hey.
Congratulations.
Yeah.
Well, Hillary and Tenzing made it to the top and it nearly killed them, but it paved the way.
(CHUCKLING) Snowy, how are ya? Yeah, good.
No Stevie? - Is he OK? - He's good, yeah.
What does, uh, 'good' mean? Well, he's still the best front man in the world.
- ('SHE'S SO FINE' PLAYS) - (SCREAMING) Well, she's so fine She's so fine Well, she's so fi-yi-yi-yi-ine She's so fine You know, I wish she was mine Come on Oh, let's go One more Ooh, yeah, she's so fine She's so fine Oh, she's so fi-yi-yi-yi-ine Oh, she's so fine You know, I wish she was mine And that's all.
- (CHEERING AND SCREAMING) - Thank you, Perth! Thank you Australia! Thank you universe! (CHEERING AND SCREAMING CONTINUES) What?! I've been thinking about it for a while.
I need to spend time with Maureen and Mandy.
- They're important.
- The band's important too, Snow.
Do you remember when we first started talking about being in a band? George, you said, "It's either family or music.
"You get to choose which.
" Aye.
Yeah, well, I choose family.
I'm leaving, boys.
- HARRY: Now? - (LAUGHS) Now's the time.
- We're not rich yet.
- That doesn't matter.
You said, sometimes in your life, you've got to decide.
Yeah.
(SIGHS) Everything keeps changing.
Music doesn't.
It's still No, it does.
It feels different, somehow.
We did a lot of stuff with Snowy.
Aye, we did.
He's doing what's right, you know? He's very lucky, having them.
Yeah.
We need to find a new drummer for America.
Do we still want to go to America? I do.
But then I don't.
I don't know.
What do you mean? When we were first starting out, I'd have given everything, everything that I had, to say that I'd be doing gigs in America.
You didn't have anything.
Yeah, but what have we got now, mate? Still the music, George.
- Aye.
- It's all we ever had.
And each other.
Still got that.
- Still got Stevie.
- Yeah.
- And Dick.
- We do.
But are we still The Easybeats without Snowy? Cheers, George.
Thanks for everything.
Now, fuck off.
Go-eee Snowy! Lads.
Cheerio, lads.
It's been great.
Have fun in America.
Bye! Right, come on.
Let's get into it.
Come on, haven't got all day.
Count us in, Tony.
(BAND PLAYS 'HEAVEN AND HELL') Hell Is knowing that your face has gone red Discovering someone else in your bed Baby, baby This kind of love's bringin' down this man You got me goin' between heaven and hell The ups and downs of you has got me so I could stand up and yell RADIO ANNOUNCER: And here with me in the studio are The Easybeats, five brilliant young guys from down under, bringing their unique sound to the US.
Welcome to New York, guys.
It's great to have you here.
You got American fans all over, but this is the town that loves you the most.
So, Friday on My Mind is on every jukebox in every bar in Manhattan.
I know, I've checked.
Congratulations.
So, your follow up, Heaven and Hell.
How do you feel about it being banned from the airwaves? You what? - Banned?! Fuckin' banned?! - HARRY: And in Europe too? MICK: Not everywhere, Harry.
I mean, it's a hit back home.
Yeah, well, it's a bloody good song.
- Yeah, but, like - And it's doing OK, alright? It's getting played in New York, a few other states, but mostly So, why have they banned it, Michael? Why? "Discovering someone else in your bed.
" What? That's all? Singing about hell.
You can't (SPEAKS DUTCH) Rotten lyrics, boys.
What's wrong? So, The Easybeats conquer America, and then they immediately get fuckin' banned! Brilliant! Jesus Christ.
(SLAMS DOOR) Well, I've spread the word.
You're being played in every cool dive in Manhattan.
Are they playing Heaven and Hell? Oh, no, thanks, darl.
Nope, Friday, of course.
You're on fire here, and let me tell you, it's not easy impressing this lot.
So, where exactly is it that we're going to, Lillian? To a big party, boys.
Dylan'll probably be there.
Everyone wants to meet you.
STEVIE: Who's everyone? ('ITCHYCOO PARK' BY SMALL FACES PLAYS) Well, here we are - only the brightest of cool allowed here.
Your entry ticket is your talent, and you boys are very welcome.
So, you were touring with Pitney? How the hell did you get stuck with him? - Your agent, right? - GEORGE: Yep.
WOMAN: Lillian! Excuse me, boys.
Enjoy yourselves.
Stevie, what are you doing after this? Dunno.
I do.
Catch you later.
It's all too beautiful It's all too beautiful What? It's all too beautiful ('IT'S MY LIFE' BY THE ANIMALS PLAYS) There'll be women And their fortunes Who just want to - There you go.
- Thank you.
- Whoa! - Are you gonna cry Hey, have a look at this.
I've read about this stuff.
The guy had it behind the bar.
Just passed it straight over.
How come? Lillian told him I was the leader of The Easybeats.
- But there is no leader.
- That's what I said.
(CHUCKLES) Well, you know where we are right now, mate? We're at the centre of the fuckin' vortex.
I thought you said we were at the top of the mountain.
Aye, don't look down, mate.
Fuckin' hell.
Jesus Christ, look at Dick.
Ha! Never seen him that happy in my life.
- Go, Dick! - (GEORGE LAUGHS) Go on, Dickie! Hey, uh, what do you mean by vortex? Well, it's all changing, man.
Faster than we are.
Feels like we're about to fall off the edge.
We're still writing good songs.
We're writing catch-up tunes after Friday.
Some are great and some are shite.
Heaven and Hell sure worked.
Aye.
('FRIDAY ON MY MIND' PLAYS) Monday mornin' feels so bad Do you know who put that on? Lou Reed.
He's in love with it! Comin' Tuesday, I feel better - It's crazy.
- We should be happy right now.
- I know.
- Even my old man looks good Why aren't we? DICK: Guys.
This is Charlene.
- Hello, Charlene.
- HARRY: Hi.
Gonna have fun in the city Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo Be with my girl, she's so pretty Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo She looks fine tonight She is outta sight to me (SONG FADES) (COUGHS) (HARRY CHUCKLES) We were happy then.
Aye, we'd just won a fight.
DICK: You reckon we could do that now? Can you believe that was three years ago? I'm 21 and I feel like an old man.
You look like an old man.
I wanna go home.
Ohh Are you home now? Of course I am.
I mean home, really home? This time.
- G'day.
- Afternoon gentlemen.
Uh, this way.
I've got a couple of taxis waiting for us.
- We've got no money.
- Don't worry, I got 'em.
We'll pay you back.
- We'll worry about it later.
- Welcome back.
Look at you.
It's over, isn't it? Yeah, it's over.
('ST LOUIS' PLAYS) Countrymen, friends, lend me your ears I'll tell you a tale of 15 years I'm an old man that's so forlorn I wanna see the city where I was born I got a feeling that I can't stand I wanna go home to my homeland Ain't got no money, I ain't got a cent I can't get on that train, so help me Show me the way to St Louis Show me the way I wanna go home Show me the way to St Louis (BOTTLE SMASHES) Show me the way (SIGHS) (MAGPIES WARBLE) (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) ('GOOD TIMES' PLAYS) Everybody shake Everybody groove Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm Oh, Mama Yeah, Mary, Mary, you're on my mind Folks are gone and the place'll be mine Mary, Mary, wanna be with you - (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION) - And this is what I'm gonna do I'm gonna put a call to you I'll be in touch, guys.
I've got an idea.
Who would have thought, eh? Our little Jehovah's Witness has bagged the hottest bird on the planet.
MAUREEN: Oh, my God.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION AND LAUGHTER) MIKE: Here you are.
So, this is where you wandered off to.
Just got, uh, one last thing, guys.
Um I've got your final cheques, so Alright? Alright? Alright? Yeah.
So, I'll, um I'll see you round.
Thanks, Mike.
$832.
And 25 cents.
Easy.
(SIGHS) Listen, Stephen, me and Harry are going back to London.
We want you to come.
London? We've been there.
Or didn't you notice? No, we're gonna write songs, mate.
Write music.
We want you in.
Well, here we are again, huh? The music.
You gonna come or what? ('TELL YOUR MOTHER' PLAYS) - Here she is.
- Hi, darling.
Hey.
Hi, guys.
- Congratulations.
- Thank you.
Alright, sweetheart.
- How's it goin'? - We'd better get going.
Yeah.
Bye.
The answer's no, George.
- "No" to what? - Doesn't matter.
('TELL YOUR MOTHER' CONTINUES) I'm goin' right down to the river Yeah, the river Tell your mother Yeah, I've seen I've seen Better days Yes, I have Come on, tell her OK people, we're gonna have a rave off.
We'd like to do the payday song, Friday on My Mind.
Let's go boys.
(BAND PLAYS 'FRIDAY ON MY MIND') Monday mornin' feels so bad Everybody seems to nag me Comin' Tuesday, I feel better Even my old man looks good Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo Wednesday just don't go - Thursday goes too slow - Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo I'll have Friday on my mind Gonna have fun in the city Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo Be with my girl, she's so pretty Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo - She looks fine tonight - She is outta sight to me Tonight I'll spend my bread Tonight I'll lose my head Tonight I got to get to nigh-igh-ight - Monday, I'll have Friday on my mind - Do the five-day grind once more I know of nothin' else that bugs me - More than workin' for the rich man - Hey, I'll change that scene one day Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo Today, I might be mad - Tomorrow, I'll be glad - Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo - Doo - 'Cause I'll have Friday on my mind - I'm gonna have fun in the city - Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo Be with my girl, she's so pretty Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo She looks fine tonight - She is outta sight to me - Tonight I'll spend my bread - Tonight - I'll lose my head Tonight I've got to get to nigh-igh-ight Monday, I'll have Friday on my mind Gonna have fun in the city Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo I'll be with my girl, she's so pretty Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo I'm gonna have fun in the city Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo I'll be with my girl, she's so pretty Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo I'm gonna have fun in the city Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo I'll be with my girl, she's so pretty Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo Gonna have fun In my street, you can meet so many different kind of people And everyone that I know Is doin' fine and feeling peaceful Yeah, yeah Oh, hanging outside my window Watching the world go by
Where you think you're goin', wog? - You blokes are new.
- I'm a professional singer.
- You from here? - Nah, no, we moved out.
- Johannes.
- Dingeman.
George Young.
So, we go somewhere else to make a real band, huh? - Are you in the group too, Stephen? - I am, Mrs Young.
We need to find a drummer.
Back home in Liverpool, I played in a few bands.
I knew Paul McCartney.
- We need a better name.
- Like what? - The Easybeats.
- MAN: The Easybeats? Have another think about that one.
Anyway, Monday night, how's that? I'll make you happy - That's just a great song, lads.
- I love it.
Written by Wright and Young.
And you and George can write songs night day now, if you want, Stephen.
- Thanks for having me.
- So, welcome to the family, Stephen.
- Goodnight, boys.
- GEORGE: Goodnight, Mum.
MIKE: I take responsibility for everything.
You just do the music.
I'll do everything else.
SNOWY: We've got the manager.
We've got the best gigs.
We sound great.
GEORGE: We sound like every other fuckin' band.
We don't sound like the Easybeats.
If you don't have a hit song, you turn invisible.
You've gotta have hit songs.
Boys, I would like you to meet Ted Albert.
TED: I've talked to Mike about what we might be able to achieve together.
Play it like you're playing it live, at a gig.
MAN: (ON PHONE) You're about the 50th caller who wants She's So Fine.
You needn't have rung.
They're not voting for anything else.
(ALL LAUGH) To the Easybeats.
Already in the top 10 with She's So Fine.
To the future.
RADIO ANNOUNCER: The biggest thing in Australian rock history, Easyfever, has hit like a storm.
TED: We take a shot at the rest of the world.
We take Australian rock music to Britain, Europe, the United States.
(ALL LAUGH) What's wrong? I don't think I'm coming.
We need you, mate.
We fuckin' need you.
Right, here it is.
Three don't want to go.
Dick, Snowy, Stephen.
- Ahh-ahh.
- ('I'LL MAKE YOU HAPPY' ENDS) (WILD CHEERING) (BAND PLAYS INTRO TO 'SHE'S SO FINE') Waaaaah! I woke up bright and early this mornin' My little girl was not in sight I've been lookin' everywhere Mornin', noon and daylight 'Cause she's so fine She's so fine Well, she's so fine Oh, she's so fine You know I wish she was mine I've got somethin' to tell her Yeah, maybe she'll listen, maybe not But I love that woman like never before 'Cause all my love she's got Well, she's so fine She's so fine Yeah, well, she's so fine Whoa-oh, she's so fine You know I wish she was mine Oh, come on, Harry (HARRY PLAYS LEAD SOLO) One! Two! Three! Six, seven, eight! Yeah, 'cause she's so fine She's so fine Well, she's so fine Oh! She's so fine You know I wish she was mine And that's all.
I don't know why this is still a conversation.
We can't go.
Of course we can fucking go! - What have you got here? - What have we got here? - (ALL ARGUE AT ONCE) - You've all quite your fuckin' jobs.
SNOWY: None of you have got responsibilities? - Jesus Christ, Stephen! - (ALL CONTINUE ARGUING) We're only halfway up the fuckin' hill.
Do you want to go to the real top or not? STEVIE: What fuckin' hill?! Jesus, you shit me sometimes! I'm not going.
Yeah, me too.
It's not worth it, man.
GEORGE: Guys, come on.
Do you know what you're saying? We can do this.
I'm saying I'm a father, George.
I'm a husband.
And I'm saying you're a musician, Snowy.
And a good one.
But you either choose the band or you choose your family.
- And what choice would you make? - DICK: Yeah, what's more important? GEORGE: Aye.
Family.
Every time.
If you guys aren't goin', I'll back you.
HARRY: We're musicians, guys.
And together we're different.
Can't The Easybeats be family? Oh, listen to you.
Now you can speak bloody English.
What about you, Dick? Nah, not going.
I'm with them.
What can your parents do, huh? Bugger them.
Tell them to go to hell! That's exactly where they think I'm going, alright? It's not that simple.
They're convinced God's gonna strike me or something.
You know what? We've got reasons.
We've got this, we've got that.
You've just gotta fuckin' decide.
We can do this.
Yeah, bugger Mike and Mr Albert.
When we get over there, you've gotta come.
- Are you sure? - Yeah.
Well, what are they gonna do? They gonna try and stop us? Oh I'll think about it.
No.
I need you.
(LAUGHING) I've never said that to anyone before.
You've gotta come.
(WHISPERS) OK? (PLAYS UNAMPED BASS) Are you alright, Dingeman? Yeah.
Jehovah doesn't want you to go, Dingeman.
Satan is tempting you.
I have to be me, Mama.
Stop this, Dingeman.
They're my friends.
I can't let them down.
They're not your friends.
I'm going.
I'm going, Mum.
No.
Curse them.
Satan will follow you wherever you go.
SNOWY: Anyway, so, I told them that I'm not going.
You've got to go.
- Yeah, but do I want to go? - You know you have to.
You've gotta do it.
You've gotta give it a try.
It's what you've always done, music.
You wanted to be a rock star.
Yeah! Don't fret.
I'll be right here.
And, uh, you can tell Paul McCartney I said hello, will you? - I love you.
- Yeah.
I love you too.
That's exactly why you've got to go.
All my life I've worked upon The reason for us being here The universe and all that it contains Tryin' to solve the secret of the brain ('THE MUSIC GOES ROUND MY HEAD' CONTINUES) STEVIE: How good's this? GEORGE: And you didn't want to come.
Hey, I thought you said you and me are family.
We are, Stephen.
Have a fucking go at him, mate.
Nah.
I kinda like being a shit-kicker again.
We can go to a pub.
- Yes, we can.
- Ahh.
Let's follow those puppies.
(STEVIE CHUCKLES) HARRY: Morning.
It's so comical, I'm insane Now the people herald me (BELCHES LOUDLY) - As being the genius beyond compare They're clamouring to hear what I will say It's so funny, they carry me away And the music - (THUNDER RUMBLES) - Goes round my head And I can't hear a thing (GROANS) Oh ('NO-ONE KNOWS' PLAYS) (SIGHS) No-one knows how much I miss her No-one knows how much I care No-one knows about my heartache When I found (TAPS DRUMS AND HIGH-HAT) That she's not there No-one knows about the happy days That we spent together Lovin' thoughts and memories Will never last forever (SNORES) (COUGHS AND HACKS) Good morning.
STEVIE: Morning.
(SIGHS) Welcome to London.
You making tea? We're supposed to see Mike at some studio at 9:00.
You got any matches, Stevie? - It's 1:30.
- Oops.
I'm going back to bed.
Well, hello, rock stars.
- STEVIE: Hello, Mike.
- Where were ya? Oh, well, uh HARRY: Morning, Mike.
It's actually afternoon, in case you wanted to know that, mate.
(GROANS) What do they put in the beer over here? We were supposed to meet that producer.
Fuck that producer.
We've got Ted.
Yeah, well, Ted's not gonna be here till Friday, alright? That's why we're supposed to be here, to meet people.
- That's the - Morning, Mike.
Not much of a flat.
Yeah, well gotta stick to the budget.
Gotta watch those pennies, boys.
Jesus Christ.
OK, guys, here's the thing.
While you've been sitting in bed, farting, your manager has guess what? Gone and got you a London gig.
It's a beauty.
"Oh, thanks Mike.
Cheers, Mike.
Love you, Mike.
" Is no longer there You know, baby When I look into my book You know, I seem to remember all the goods times we used to share (FEEDBACK SQUEALS) And even the fights with your dad Yeah, after all this time, it seems so real and sad But I remember All the little things That we used to do and share But the thrill Of you being close to me Is not the-e-e-ere.
(SILENCE) (WHISPERS) Quick, come on! Do something! She's So Fine.
(BAND PLAYS INTRO TO 'SHE'S SO FINE') Waaaah! Woke up bright and early this mornin' My little girl was not in sight I been lookin' everywhere Mornin', noon and daylight 'Cause she's so fine She's so fine She's so fine Oh, she's so fine You know, I wish she was mine SNOWY: Well, so far so good.
You think? We were great.
They loved us.
So, we've conquered London.
- (OTHERS LAUGH) - Listen to these two! Like a pair of old ladies.
It's a fuckin' start.
('WATCHING THE WORLD (GO BY)' PLAYS) - SNOWY: This is us.
- STEVIE: Here we are, boys.
Let's go.
GEORGE: Is this definitely us, Snowy? Yeah.
STEVIE: We record in London.
Who'd have thought? Us, mate.
We all did.
- Secretly, but.
- But what? What do you think we've been working for, Stephen? No, man.
It's kind of unreal.
Back home in Liverpool, this was the dream.
You better wake up, Snowy.
Shut up, man.
Get off me.
I can't wait for this.
Hey.
Look at this.
Hey? - Well, now.
- Hey! Look who it is! - Good to see you.
- How are you finding old London town? STEVIE: It's great.
It's a bit weird.
- Weird shit.
- HARRY: But cool.
Heard you went down well at The Kingdom.
Nicely done, boys.
They've got some great clubs over here.
I've heard.
So, should we show them what the Aussies can pull off? We're not Aussies.
- Well, I am.
- (INTRO TO 'WEDDING RING' PLAYS) Let's get started.
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah I could buy you dresses - Yeah, yeah - Dancin' shoes Yeah, yeah Crazy music - Yeah, yeah - For to sing the blues - Yeah, yeah -- Girl, all I want Is a love from you A love that's true - Ahh - But all you want, want, want Is a wedding ring - Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah - Is a wedding ring Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah Whoa! (INSTRUMENTAL BREAK) Ow! Oh! Waaaaah (HARRY PLAYS LEAD SOLO) Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah If I was your man Would you have agreed To treat me right? To stick by me? All I want Is a love from you A love that's true That's if you want, want, want your wedding ring Wedding ring Whoa, wedding ring Ooh, wedding ring.
(SONG ENDS) (SCATTERED EXCLAMATIONS AND APPLAUSE) Whoo! I reckon we came third.
Shut the fuck up, Stephen.
It was just a bad night guys, that's all.
- You think? - Hey, come on, lads.
Where are we? We're in London.
DICK: They hated everything.
MIKE: Guys, I told you it wouldn't be easy, OK? HARRY: We don't want it to be easy, Mike.
We just want it to happen.
What about this bloody budget you were going on about? 10 quid a week each, Mike? - Christ! - The budget? Well, that's blown.
You're kidding.
What happened to all our money we made in Australia? What money? There's a lot of expenses that go into something like this.
I mean, look, I'm sorry, guys.
Sorry? Fucking sorry, Michael? You keep on saying sorry.
So, what are you saying? Are we broke or not? Don't worry about it, OK? I've still got a few contacts here.
Big deal.
Where's our money? Just don't worry, OK? I'm sorry, guys.
We're cool.
- (PLAYS GUITAR RIFF FROM 'SORRY') - I like that.
I really like that.
Then I remembered It was all a blur No.
No.
Then I remembered Something, something GEORGE: Then I remembered Just where we were That day in December With a girl named Fleur - What?! - No - Then I remembered - Mate, come on Had a date with her It works! BOTH: Sorry, sorry Sorry, sorry Hi, Stevie.
Hi I'll be right back.
I mean Sorry.
Give me half an hour? (WHISPERS) Jesus, Stephen.
Hello, darling.
Sorry.
Finally.
(SIGHS) (SINGS) Sorry, sorry Sorry, sorry Oh More of the same? Nothing's working.
Well, United Artists believe in you.
So do I.
So, one step at a time and we'll get there.
Is that all? You've done it before, Stevie.
You can do it again.
Let's get started.
(PLAYS RIFF FROM 'SORRY') Alright, this will be Sorry, take nine.
When you're ready.
(BAND PLAYS INTRO TO 'SORRY') Mailman came this morning Snowy, shut up! - What? - You're out! How can I be out, Stephen? You missed your cue.
I know what I'm doin', Snowy.
- Pity you fuckin' don't.
- GEORGE: Whoa, whoa, whoa.
- TED: Hey, come on boys.
- Hey, what's it to you, mate? What's it to you? (ALL ARGUE AT ONCE) Seriously, you feelin' a bit left out? Come on, boys.
That is enough! Let's let's go again.
That's Sorry, take 10.
When you're ready.
(SNOWY CLAPS DRUMSTICKS) (BAND PLAYS INTRO TO 'SORRY') Mailman came this mornin' Brought a message by Said it was from my babe Think I know just why Sorry, sorry Sorry, sorry That I Didn't go last night What's going on with Stephen? Nothin'.
Well, I don't know.
Maybe he misses his girlfriend.
Yeah, right.
Mm.
(SIGHS) We've written a dozen songs, Mr Albert.
We're going backwards.
Let me tell you a little something about talent, George.
Once you have it, it doesn't go away.
You and Stephen and Harry .
.
I've bet the house on you.
What do you mean? I'm not leaving till we get that big hit we need.
Just stick with me, please.
STEVIE: It's shit.
They hate us.
GAIL: Who'd hate you? They'd love you.
We played this really cool club.
Makes Suzie Wongs look like a toilet.
We were hot.
- So? - I dunno.
It's kind of it's kinda turned to shit.
Come over, I need ya.
Well, I haven't got any money.
I'm trying to save up.
Get it from your Mum and Dad.
As if they would.
MAN: Gail, who is it? I miss you so much.
I need ya.
I love you.
I love you too, Stephen.
Who is it, Gail? It's Stephen! I've gotta go.
They hate it when you ring.
- Tell 'em to get fucked from me.
- (LAUGHS) Yeah, sure thing.
Bye.
(PLAYS MELODIC SCALE) Fuck this.
Stevie! Stephen! Stevie! (MUTTERS) - Hey! - STEVIE: Jesus! What do you think you're fuckin' doing, man? Jesus, sorry, sweetheart.
Jesus Christ, Stephen! What does it look like? Can you get out? - Fuck! - For Christ's sake! Prick.
Fuckin' got work to do, man.
Fuckin' disgusting.
What do you think you're doin', mate? Hey? - Sorry.
- We've got fuckin' work to do.
You know that? Have you got a problem? Do you know, yeah, I have got a fuckin' problem.
I've got a big fuckin' problem, ya prick.
You're fuckin' pushing it, aren't ya, eh, eh? - Come on, then, you fuckin' - Come on.
Fuckin' go on, hey? Hey! Come on! Hey! Hey? (STEVIE LAUGHS) (HARRY PLAYS DESCENDING GUITAR CHORDS) You're still a prick.
Yeah.
Yep.
SNOWY: Fuckin' London.
But at let we're seeing some sun, finally.
Well you're the one in love with the place.
Yeah, I think I'm going off it, fast.
STEVIE: Oh, hey, hey, hey, hey.
Hey, um (MUTTERS) ".
.
who've named themselves The Easybeats "for some inexplicable reason.
"A polycultural group" Polycultural? Christ.
".
.
from down under, with a dynamic lead vocalist "in 19-year-old Stevie Wright, "who knows a thing or two about stage presence "and how to manipulate an audience.
" Thank you very much! "Unfortunately, the same can't be said for his lyrical abilities.
"The Easybeats pop offerings are melodically complex, "but their lyrics are simple and uninspiring.
"A better understanding of song theme might" Yeah, and fuck you too! Pommy bastard! GEORGE: Come on.
Don't let it get to you, mate.
It's just some prat trying to say something clever.
- He can go to hell.
- Don't let it bother you, Stephen.
Fuck London! You said you wanted to be a shit-kicker again.
- Yeah, not like this! - For fuck's sake.
- Where you goin'? - Nowhere.
Stephen! Stephen?! For fuck's sake.
SNOWY: At least it's raining again.
(RINGS DOORBELL) (DOG BARKS) No, what I'm saying is we just get on a plane.
We just get out of here.
Mike says we haven't got enough money for the airfares.
I just wanna get back home to Gail.
Doesn't love count? Not with you.
(SCOFFS) Jesus, George.
I don't want to go back to Australia anyway.
Why not? Sorry's number one back there.
- Yes.
Number 800 here.
- That's the point.
So, we keep making number ones in Australia.
That's not what we said we were going to do.
What we said then and what's happening now is completely different.
- SNOWY: Yeah, that's right.
- Well, OK, then.
- We all have to agree.
Stay or go.
- Stay.
- Go.
- Hang on.
We've still got Ted.
He says it'll happen, and I, for fuckin' one, believe him.
We can't do it without him.
Exactly.
- We stick with Ted, we'll be OK.
- Yeah, he got us here.
No, he didn't.
WE got us here.
He's our bit of magic.
- Can we do it without him? - STEVIE: I dunno.
All I know is that this is shit.
(BAND PLAYS INTRO TO 'BABY, I'M A-COMING') It's cold outside And here I go Trudging through Ice and snow 'Cause, baby Baby, I'm a-coming to love you Snowin' down (FLATLY) 10 below Warm inside - 'Cause I know - Whoa! Hang on, hang on! Cut! Cut! (MUSIC STOPS) That was terrible.
What is it? What's the problem? Nothing.
London's a lot more difficult than we thought.
You blitzed Australia.
Aye.
We were a dead-straight rock band then.
I mean, is that even cool anymore? And you think the guys are losing faith.
I don't know.
I really don't know.
18 months ago, we'd have walked through brick walls to be where we are.
And now I just don't know what's happening.
I know that song we want is out there somewhere.
('EASY AS CAN BE' PLAYS) Love you in the morning Love you all through the night Till I love you in the morning Love you all through the night I don't know why I ever let you go 'Cause all the time Cut there.
What's going on here? - This is very - SNOWY: Sorry.
- This is very loose.
- That was my fault with the tempo.
OK, then go again.
Just go again.
- One, two, three.
- Yeah.
One, two, three, four.
(BAND PLAYS 'EASY AS CAN BE' INTRO RAPIDLY) Too fast? What is it? So, what is it? Not too fast? One, two, three, four.
(BAND MEMBERS PLAY OUT OF TIME) - Can you set the tempo? - Fuckin' hell.
HARRY: Yeah, one, two, three I don't know why I ever let you go 'Cause all the time I knew that I loved you so-o And I need A little bit of lovin' Need a little bit of kissin' And I need a little bit of lovin' - (KNOCK AT DOOR) - Love you all day and night As it's easy as can be MAN: Are you Dingeman? Oh-oh, easy as can be Yes, it's Hey.
Someone's at the door to see you.
MAN: Are you Dingeman? Yeah.
Who are you? We've been sent to find you.
Dingeman, your parents are worried that you are straying from God's holy word.
- What?! - You must turn from Satan.
Come back to Jehovah and realise that everything (STRUMS RHYTHMICALLY) Dick? Dick? GEORGE: Go from, uh, that D (HARRY STRUMS CHORD) Right? To an F sharp 7.
(HARRY STRUMS CHORD) - And then then to a B minor.
- Uh-huh.
Or B major.
Mm, and then back to the D.
A.
- E.
- E7.
- Beautiful.
- Yeah.
Brilliant.
Hang on.
Be back in a tick.
Stephen? Stevie? Stephen, I need those lyrics.
Come on, mate, we've got that melody we're after.
Come on.
Stevie.
Shit.
- (GROANS) - Come on.
No, mate.
No, it's OK.
Yeah, I'm I'm nearly done.
Yeah? - Yeah, yeah, yeah.
- Bring 'em in, mate, alright? - Yeah, no, no, good, OK.
- Come on.
(PLAYS UNAMPED BASS) (SLAMS DOOR) - Fuck! - (ASH TRAY CLATTERS) (SIGHS) Sorry.
It's alright.
Guys Oh, may I say you're all looking like a true rock band today.
Fuck you.
Why are you so happy, Mike? You want the good news or the bad news? Come on, guys, what do you want to hear first? DICK: No more bad news.
We've had enough of that.
Right.
Good news.
Your manager, fine man that he is, has been a busy boy.
The Kinks, right? Manfred Mann, The Who.
I've set you up with the hottest record producer this side of Nashville fucking Tennessee.
We don't need your producer.
We've got Ted.
That actually brings me to the bad news.
- Um - TED: Morning, boys.
How are we? TED: It might not be bad news.
It might be good news, who knows? - Leaving for good? - Afraid so.
I'm on a plane to Sydney tomorrow afternoon.
But you can't leave now.
- You're part of the band.
- Oh, you'll be fine.
We've done a lot of good work in the studio.
You've got a lot of great ideas to go on with.
Yeah, but they're only ideas.
An elimination process, remember? Just filter out the bad from the good.
I've already spoken to United Artists.
- They'll take care of you - Fuck United Artists.
MIKE: Hang on, I worked hard on that deal.
That was GEORGE: Shut up, Mike.
The point is some urgent business has come up in Sydney and it will take time to sort out.
DICK: What are we gonna do? We're going with you.
Sorry, Stephen, you're staying here.
Just stay focused.
You've got hit songs to make.
Yeah, not without you, we can't.
You'll be fine, boys.
Alright.
No, we won't.
STEVIE: You ever noticed how, when you're on the bottom, people just apologise to you all the time? SNOWY: Yeah.
- DICK: He was all we had.
- HARRY: No, we've still got us.
STEVIE: That's not doing us much good.
- SNOWY: We gave it a good shot, lads.
- GEORGE: Aye, we did that.
HARRY: I always thought we were going to be a great band, you know? Like a really great band.
Even when we were the Starfighters.
DICK: Starfighters! I wasn't joking myself.
SNOWY: It's kidding.
You were kidding yourself.
DICK: Yeah, we all were.
Yeah.
STEVIE: So, what do we do now? Like a whiskey? Aye, thanks.
(CLEARS THROAT) You're not having one? Uh, no, not at the minute.
Thank you.
You want to know what's going on.
I don't get it.
What's in Sydney? It's got nothing to do with Sydney.
United Artists are, let's say .
.
unhappy with your producer.
They don't think the Aussie can cut the mustard over here.
What? They want me out.
You're sacked? Well, bugger them.
No, we can record songs with you at home.
Oh, we already know you can do that.
Is it enough? No, it's not.
We need you, mate.
You're all we've got.
I really wanted to be there .
.
when you found that big one, the one you need.
Here's a vision for you, George.
One day, an Australian group will be the biggest rock band in the world.
You think so? I know it.
(KNOCK AT DOOR) I'll go.
Stevie - You look gorgeous.
- Thank you.
Bye, guys.
I'm just gonna go and telephone our Maureen.
HARRY: What now? Don't know.
That's it.
Now it's up to us.
(PLAYS BASIC CHORD PROGRESSION FROM 'FRIDAY ON MY MIND') (GEORGE PLAYS SPARSE MELODY ON PIANO) Yeah.
(GEORGE ECHOES CHORDS ON PIANO) (HARRY HUMS MELODY) That sounds alright.
Doo-doo-doooo, doo-doo-doo Sounds good.
Doo-doo-doooo Daaa Doo-doo-doo Da-da-da Da-da-da-da, da-da-da-da - That sound alright? - Sounds right.
(MUSIC CONTINUES) Ah (LAUGHS) (MUSIC FADES) (SQUEALS) Oh! - Jesus Christ, George! - You almost gave me a heart attack.
Sorry.
- This is - Tracey.
- Tracey.
- Hello.
Can I talk to you, mate? I won't be a second.
Me and Harry have been talkin'.
We've been writing a lot of songs, Stevie.
'Course we have, mate.
We're songwriters.
Good songs, Stephen.
Together, we got some good stuff down.
Yeah.
(CLEARS THROAT) So, if we're gonna keep going .
.
we'll be writing the songs from now on.
Me and Harry.
What? Without you.
What? George, it's me and you.
Look at what we've written.
Monster hits.
I'm a lyric writer, George.
It's what I am.
Your head's not where it should be for lyric writing, Stephen.
You know that.
- George - You're a great performer, mate.
A brilliant showman.
You always will be.
I'm just a bloody songwriter.
Come on, George.
I know I know I've No.
Sorry, mate.
I'm sorry.
Mate, you said we were family.
- We are family - No, no, no.
You're choosing music.
Stephen - (DOOR SLAMS) - Stephen! (PHONE RINGS) Hello? Hello? GAIL: Hello! Hello? Hello? Hello (PHONE BEEPS) ('HAPPY IS THE MAN' PLAYS) Everybody says I'm bad For what I've done and what I've had I don't mind 'bout what they say They will see some other day They say I've been sinnin' - 'Cause I like good-lookin' women - (DOG BARKS) They don't know what it means - (DOORBELL RINGS) - To be alive Happy is the man who has to love the girl 'Cause she makes him feel like he owns the world (DOG BARKS) Happy is the man who loves a lot of love and he likes it Happy is the man who gets up off his back and he takes it And happy is the child that wants a brand-new toy and he gets it Happy is the man, la-la-la, la-la And happy is the dog that finds another tree in the desert Happy is the man, la-la-la, la-la And happy is the girl I gave my love to and she took it Happy is the man, la-la-la, la-la - MIKE: Get out.
- GEORGE: Excuse me.
- DICK: Where's the place? - That one.
Hi, Mike.
Michael.
- Where's Stevie? - He got held up.
What do you mean he got held up? What are you talking about? HARRY: He's, uh he's got a cold.
- We need him.
- GEORGE: Alright, mate.
- Let's just get in here.
- We know that.
Guys, this is Shel Talmy.
You can't come late to a meeting with Shel Talmy, OK? He is the hottest producer on the - oh, sorry - planet, OK? - You've already said that, Mike.
- The Kinks.
Manfred Mann.
- Uh, My Generation, which is - HARRY: You told us that, Mike.
- We know.
- MIKE: How? How do you? What? GEORGE: Oh, Jesus Christ.
Just - G'day.
- Oh! - Shel Talmy.
- Mike.
How are ya? George Young.
- George Young.
Hey.
- Nice to meet you.
- You too.
- Harry Vanda.
Harry Vanda.
- The Dick Diamonde.
- Indeed.
- And, uh, Snowy Fleet.
- OK.
Pleasure.
OK, uh, take a seat, boys.
Can I get you some coffee or something else? - HARRY: No.
- GEORGE: No, thank you.
OK.
Mike, you can take a hike.
Yeah.
I'll, um Yep, right.
Sure.
I don't want management around, OK? This is about music, boys.
Business comes later.
Maybe.
So, what do you got for me? Aren't we gonna go into the studio? Is it gonna make your songs any better? OK.
Shall we start off with Made My Bed? Aye, let's do that.
One, two, three, four I tried so hard to be A man A man A man I made my bed and I'm gonna Whoa! Whoa.
OK.
What else you got? (SCOFFS) Um Saturday Night? - We - Aye.
One, two, three, four.
(BOTH PLAY INTRO TO 'SATURDAY NIGHT') ('SATURDAY NIGHT' INTRO CONTINUES IN OFFICE) And as I stood there On the corner of the street Whoa! Whoa.
OK.
Uh Let me tell you a little story, boys.
It was, uh it was Prokofiev or Schumann or one of those guys, right? And this student comes to him and he says, "Maestro, "can you listen to my two tunes and tell me which one you like best?" He says, "Sure, go ahead.
" So, the kid, he starts to play his first song and then Prokofiev, he stops him.
"Stop!" he says.
"Stop!" "I like the other one.
" (LAUGHS) (TALMY SNORTS) I love that.
I love that.
He likes the other one.
It's just so funny.
SNOWY: Fuck him.
DICK: Let's go to a pub.
Let's go and find Stephen.
Stevie? (ACOUSTIC GUITAR CHORD PROGRESSION PLAYS) Try going for an E.
Uh (PLAYS CHORD PROGRESSION) What's wrong? I've gotta go and find Stephen.
- I'll come with you.
- No, no, it's fine.
Try going from an E flat to a D.
Mix it up a bit.
(PLAYS CHORD PROGRESSION) Pretty girl OK.
Keep it going.
OK, uh (PLAYS CHORD PROGRESSION) - (PLAYS NOTES ON PIANO) - (HUMS MELODY) Asking you Want you to Say you do Ah-ah-ah-ah Pretty girl Walks up and down the street Pretty girl Kinda girl I'd like to meet She don't even know my name Boys.
You're young.
You're you're very young.
You've got what it takes, that's why I agreed to see you again.
But here's the thing.
A great rock song isn't just a piece of music.
A great rock song has belief in it.
Conviction.
Look at My Generation.
That's Pete, talking about himself.
You get what I'm trying to say? So, boys, I'm not saying you're wasting your time.
You've obviously got talent.
What I'm saying is .
.
you're wasting mine.
Whoa, hang on, Shel.
Just give us one more shot, please - I'm sorry, boys.
- Please.
- We've got a riff.
- Yeah.
- It's driving us crazy.
- Yeah.
Crazy's good.
- You got one minute.
- Aye.
Thank you.
Thank you.
One, two, three, four.
(BOTH PLAY INTRO TO 'FRIDAY ON MY MIND') Monday mornin' is so bad All the people seem to nag me Comin' Tuesday, I feel better Even my old man looks good - That's all we've got.
- Yeah.
That is what I'm talkin' about! You go home and finish that one.
(BAND PLAYS INTRO TO 'FRIDAY ON MY MIND') Monday mornin' feels so bad Everybody seems to nag me Comin' Tuesday, I feel better (DOOR OPENS) Even my old man looks good (DOOR SLAMS) Jesus, Stephen, where have you been? G'day, Snowy.
You alright? 'Course I am.
Why? We're into one he liked.
You good to go? Mate, I'm still front man of this fuckin' outfit.
Come on, where are the lyrics? Alright, let's give it a go.
- SNOWY: Ready? - GEORGE: Aye.
One, two One, two, three four (BAND PLAYS INTRO TO 'FRIDAY ON MY MIND') Monday mornin' feels so bad Everybody seems to nag me Comin' Tuesday, I feel better Even my old man looks good Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa! Wait, hang on.
Try a half-beat pause just after 'looks', right? Try and stretch it a bit there.
- After 'looks', before 'good'? - Aye.
OK, yeah, yeah.
Right.
SNOWY: One Ready? One, two (CLAPS DRUMSTICKS) (BAND PLAYS 'FRIDAY ON MY MIND') Monday mornin' feels so bad Everybody seems to nag me Comin' Tuesday, I feel better Even my old man looks good Wednesday just don't go OK, boys, sounding great.
I like your backing vocals.
Where'd you get that? Uh, they saw some movie.
What? What movie? Oh, it was a dinky music show before the film.
The Swingle Singers.
Oh, yeah, I know them.
Cheesy shit.
- Yeah.
- (BOTH LAUGH) Dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee-dee You know what you guys are? You're magpies, picking shiny stuff up all over the place.
Let's go for a take.
Remember Stephen.
Conviction.
OK, rolling.
Friday on My Mind, take one.
(BAND PLAYS 'FRIDAY ON MY MIND') Monday mornin' feels so bad Everybody seems to nag me Comin' Tuesday, I feel better Even my old man looks good Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo Wednesday just don't go - Thursday goes too slow - Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo - Doo - I got Friday on my mind (SCREAMING) Gonna have fun in the city Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo Be with my girl, she's so pretty Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo She looks fine tonight She is outta sight to me Tonight I'll spend my bread Tonight I'll lose my head Tonight I got to get to nigh-igh-ight Monday, I'll have Friday on my mind Into the studio floor.
Squeezy-squeezy.
Come on.
This way.
Do the five-day grind once more PHOTOGRAPHER: Stevie, bend your knees.
Right there, mate.
I know of nothin' else that bugs me More than workin' for the rich man - (CAMERA CLICKS) - PHOTOGRAPHER: Lookin' good.
Lovely.
Hey, I'll change that scene one day Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo Today, I might be mad - Tomorrow, I'll be glad - Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo - Doo - 'Cause I'll have Friday on my mind Gonna have fun in the city Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo Be with my girl, she's so pretty Get in! Come on! The producer, Mr Shel Talmy, said they're going to have a number one hit! (ALL CHEER AND LAUGH) Tonight I'll spend my bread - Tonight - I'll lose my head Tonight I've got to get to nigh-igh-ight Monday, I'll have Friday on my mind Gonna have fun in the city Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo I'll be with my girl, she's so pretty Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo Gonna have fun in the city Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo Be with my girl, she's so pretty Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo.
(LAUGHS) OK, hold it there gentleman.
Thank you.
('WHERE DID YOU GO LAST NIGHT?' INSTRUMENTAL PLAYS) Done.
That's it, boys.
No need for another take.
We got the one we want.
Welcome to the big-time.
('WHERE DID YOU GO LAST NIGHT?' INSTRUMENTAL CONTINUES) I'm here with The Easybeats, with their latest smash hit, Friday on My Mind, a rock song with an absolutely solid pedigree and a working-class lyric.
We could be hearing from Ray Davies, Pete Townshend, John Lennon.
It's about being in love, but much more.
We all know the feeling of the five-day grind, of working for the rich man and of hope and aspiration that one day, it will all be different.
This, plus complex harmonics and brilliant vocals from front man Stevie Wright make this song an instant classic.
I'm with the group now.
Welcome to The Rock Files, guys.
- Thank you.
- Morning.
- Alright.
- How you going? Well, congratulations on Friday on My Mind.
It's tearing the charts apart all over Europe and about to do the same in the US.
Tell me, is it a life-changer for you boys? Well, I think it's a little bit early to tell, to be honest.
You know, it's only been out two weeks, so we'll see.
But you were a scratch band before this.
Here among all the other English groups you must have felt Hang on.
"Other English groups"? Well, yeah, three of you are English.
I understand two of you are Dutch, but as an English group I'm not English, mate.
I'm Scottish.
- Yeah - SNOWY: We're Aussies, man.
Yeah, I know you developed your sound there.
We're an Australian band.
It's where we got our sound but you know, it's where we're from.
Hmm.
Harry, you're Dutch.
What do you say? - I would have thought - No, I I'm Australian, yeah.
We're an Aussie band.
We actually didn't know until now.
- What? - Yeah.
So, let me get this right.
None of you were born in Australia.
What makes you an Australian band? The music, mate.
The music.
- Hello! - MAUREEN: Hi.
- I was hoping it'd be you.
- Oh, bloody bloody hell! It's good to hear your voice.
Oh, it's so good to hear your voice.
- It's fuckin' pissin' it down! - Yeah? Hey, look, it must be bloody nice being the wife of an Easybeat, I tell you that, especially at the moment.
- I heard all about it.
- Yeah.
Yeah, and you're everywhere here as well.
- Bloody hell.
- I know, it's crazy.
- Everyone's gone mental again.
- I bet you're having some fun.
(BOTH CHUCKLE) - Here, is Mandy there? - Yeah, she's great.
I just got her to sleep, though, actually - Oh, no, no, no, don't wake her.
- Yeah.
- No, that's alright.
- She asks after What? Can you say that again? (VOICE BREAKS UP) Miss you your voice - I love you - Sorry, what? Oh, for Hello? - (INSERTS COIN) - Hello? (BANGS PHONE) (MANDY CRIES) About 15 initially.
We're the five that made it.
16, with the washing machine.
Yeah, we all started in the laundry.
- In a laundry? - And a shed.
Amazing.
(ALL LAUGH) So, how does it feel, boys? - STEVIE: Great.
- Does it? That's good to hear.
- What's that supposed to mean? - Well, I I've seen 'em come, I've seen 'em go.
At first, you don't notice it, then it's too late.
And it sneaks up on ya.
What does? And you don't notice it till it's too late.
Ah! Hey, pass the whisky.
(MUFFLED CHEERING) Holy shit! - What? - Paul McCartney's here.
What?! Oh, God, the whole fuckin' Beatles.
Fuck, you're kidding me.
Jesus Christ.
Is that Is that Mick Jagger too? Fuck! Ready, boys? Not really.
(CHEERING AND WHISTLING) Ladies and gentlemen, London's latest rock sensation, The Easybeats! (SCREAMING, CHEERING AND APPLAUSE) (BAND PLAYS 'I'LL MAKE YOU HAPPY') I I give I give you I give you love Give you lovin' all the time Give you kisses just like wine Do his lips taste sweeter than mine? - No - No - No - No No I'll make you happy Just like your mama wants I'll make you happy Just like your daddy said I'll make you happy Are we there yet? What do you think?! - What about you? - I wish I knew! (LAUGHTER) GEORGE: We've gotta go.
We've got to go.
We've got rehearsals tomorrow.
Come on, we've gotta go home! We are at home.
What? This is this IS our place, isn't it? You reckon? Rehearsal's today, not tomorrow.
- What? - Today is tomorrow already.
OK.
GEORGE: Someone's eaten the goldfish.
DICK: Oh, what?! Oh, bugger! (SLURS) Oh, they're they're enjoying ourselves.
No, no, they're enjoying THEMselves.
Not OURselves.
Who are all these people? ('I'LL MAKE YOU HAPPY' CONTINUES) Ah-ahhh.
Oi Hey, wake up.
Come on, band meeting, next room.
Let's go.
(HARRY GROANS) Hey, wake up.
Oi, band meeting.
Next room.
Come on.
GEORGE: Fuck off, mate.
Fuckin' hell! OK, OK, here we go.
- Oi, come on.
- DICK: Piss off.
Come on, band meeting, next room.
Let's go.
- What? - Come on.
Come on, wake up.
Here we go, Stevie.
- Come on, mate.
Here we go.
- (STEVIE GROANS) Can you just hop off, please? Cheers.
Just Oop.
Alrighty, here we go.
The lot of you here, all listening.
Thank you.
- So - HARRY: Get off.
London, yeah? Sweden, West Germany, Austria, Italy, France, Poland, Switzerland, Greece and, thank you, Mike, Holland.
Signed the deal this morning, boys, right on the dotted fuckin' line.
- 32 gigs, yeah? Nine countries.
- ('FRIDAY ON MY MIND' PLAYS) The Easybeats along with .
.
the Rolling Stones! Oh, fuck off! Congratulations, guys.
It is the hottest tour on the planet.
- In.
- GEORGE: Get in there! - (LAUGHS) - Monday morning feels so bad (HARRY AND GEORGE SPEAK INDISTINCTLY) Everybody seems to nag me (CHEERING AND SCREAMING) Comin' Tuesday, I feel better (ANNOUNCER SPEAKS DUTCH) The Easybeats! Wednesday just don't go ANNOUNCER: Valkommen till Sverige, The Easybeats! I've got Friday on my mind Gonna have fun in the city (ANNOUNCER SPEAKS GERMAN) The Easybeats! - Hey, Stephen.
- Yeah? We're there.
Holy shit, we are.
Fine tonight She is outta sight to me (ANNOUNCER SPEAKS ITALIAN) The Easybeats! - Tonight - I'll lose my head Tonight Gotta get to nigh-igh-ight Monday, I'll have Friday on my mind.
MIKE: They've read about the European tour.
23,000 signatures asking us to go back to Oz.
23,000.
Kids are lining up to sign this thing.
So, uh, yeah.
Boys, we're going home.
Yeah, you've said that before, man.
No, this time it's true.
We've got an Australian tour.
Beauty.
Right, we'll go everywhere.
We will clean up.
Well, we were supposed to clean up all over Europe.
Yeah, well, we're doing alright, there, boys.
There's no worries there.
What do you mean, no worries? We'll be right for a first-class trip back though, right? I mean, doing a tour like this is there's a lot of expenses.
Oh, there's a lot of expenses.
Yeah, we've gotta watch the pennies 'cause - Ah, pennies.
- What? - But we worked our arse off.
- But I can tell Maureen I'm coming.
- Just tell me that, Mike.
- Yes.
OK? You can tell Maureen you're coming home.
('WATCHING THE WORLD (GO BY)' PLAYS) (SCREAMING) In my street, you can meet so many different kind of people And everyone that I know is doin' fine and feeling peaceful Snowy! Mandy, you're a big girl.
Look at you.
This is him, darling.
- This is Daddy.
- Snowy.
Sorry, I just Through here.
Sorry, guys, can I just interrupt, just quickly? Hey, sorry.
Just need you with the guys.
- Oh! - Just quick.
- I just want to talk with you all.
- Are you kidding? No, no, no, seriously.
Just one one minute.
- Really? - He'll be back.
Straight back.
(SCREAMING CONTINUES OUTSIDE) Sixty-fuckin'-thousand? - 60,000? - Maybe a bit more.
My accountants are going over it, but, um, yeah.
I'm I'm sorry, boys.
It's it's a tax bill I just wasn't expecting.
I thought you said we didn't earn much before London.
Well, we earned quite a bit.
A lot, actually.
I mean, we were a hot rock band.
What do you mean "were"? We watched your bloody pennies, mate.
You gave us 10 quid a week.
I had to get Gail to send money.
We keep asking you, Mike.
Where is it? Come on, guys.
You can't escape the taxman.
It doesn't matter who you are, OK? Now, I can pay it.
It's just not gonna leave us with much.
STEVIE: And how much is that? You've never told us how much we've got.
60,000.
Jesus Christ.
Don't worry, OK? This tour is gonna be a smash.
They're all gonna be a smash.
- Where's our money! - Don't worry.
It is under control.
Now, I will go through it all in detail, later.
Next concert's in Perth.
We got absolutely nothing.
You weren't ripped off for the whole tour.
Well, after we finished with the Stones, the promoters were a bunch of shonks.
Mike got stuck right into 'em.
It didn't do us anything at all.
Well, this next tour, 17 gigs across Australia.
- I'll keep an eye on it.
- Thank you.
How's it going in the studio? Heaven and Hell.
That's how it's going or that's .
.
that's the name of the song? - Both.
- Yeah.
Yeah.
How do you know when a band's finished, Mr Albert? George, why do you say that? Oh, I don't know.
I don't know.
You know, it's just this feeling.
It's just like the wheels are coming off of us here.
I can feel it.
Listen, there comes a time in (KNOCKING) Boys.
Hey.
Congratulations.
Yeah.
Well, Hillary and Tenzing made it to the top and it nearly killed them, but it paved the way.
(CHUCKLING) Snowy, how are ya? Yeah, good.
No Stevie? - Is he OK? - He's good, yeah.
What does, uh, 'good' mean? Well, he's still the best front man in the world.
- ('SHE'S SO FINE' PLAYS) - (SCREAMING) Well, she's so fine She's so fine Well, she's so fi-yi-yi-yi-ine She's so fine You know, I wish she was mine Come on Oh, let's go One more Ooh, yeah, she's so fine She's so fine Oh, she's so fi-yi-yi-yi-ine Oh, she's so fine You know, I wish she was mine And that's all.
- (CHEERING AND SCREAMING) - Thank you, Perth! Thank you Australia! Thank you universe! (CHEERING AND SCREAMING CONTINUES) What?! I've been thinking about it for a while.
I need to spend time with Maureen and Mandy.
- They're important.
- The band's important too, Snow.
Do you remember when we first started talking about being in a band? George, you said, "It's either family or music.
"You get to choose which.
" Aye.
Yeah, well, I choose family.
I'm leaving, boys.
- HARRY: Now? - (LAUGHS) Now's the time.
- We're not rich yet.
- That doesn't matter.
You said, sometimes in your life, you've got to decide.
Yeah.
(SIGHS) Everything keeps changing.
Music doesn't.
It's still No, it does.
It feels different, somehow.
We did a lot of stuff with Snowy.
Aye, we did.
He's doing what's right, you know? He's very lucky, having them.
Yeah.
We need to find a new drummer for America.
Do we still want to go to America? I do.
But then I don't.
I don't know.
What do you mean? When we were first starting out, I'd have given everything, everything that I had, to say that I'd be doing gigs in America.
You didn't have anything.
Yeah, but what have we got now, mate? Still the music, George.
- Aye.
- It's all we ever had.
And each other.
Still got that.
- Still got Stevie.
- Yeah.
- And Dick.
- We do.
But are we still The Easybeats without Snowy? Cheers, George.
Thanks for everything.
Now, fuck off.
Go-eee Snowy! Lads.
Cheerio, lads.
It's been great.
Have fun in America.
Bye! Right, come on.
Let's get into it.
Come on, haven't got all day.
Count us in, Tony.
(BAND PLAYS 'HEAVEN AND HELL') Hell Is knowing that your face has gone red Discovering someone else in your bed Baby, baby This kind of love's bringin' down this man You got me goin' between heaven and hell The ups and downs of you has got me so I could stand up and yell RADIO ANNOUNCER: And here with me in the studio are The Easybeats, five brilliant young guys from down under, bringing their unique sound to the US.
Welcome to New York, guys.
It's great to have you here.
You got American fans all over, but this is the town that loves you the most.
So, Friday on My Mind is on every jukebox in every bar in Manhattan.
I know, I've checked.
Congratulations.
So, your follow up, Heaven and Hell.
How do you feel about it being banned from the airwaves? You what? - Banned?! Fuckin' banned?! - HARRY: And in Europe too? MICK: Not everywhere, Harry.
I mean, it's a hit back home.
Yeah, well, it's a bloody good song.
- Yeah, but, like - And it's doing OK, alright? It's getting played in New York, a few other states, but mostly So, why have they banned it, Michael? Why? "Discovering someone else in your bed.
" What? That's all? Singing about hell.
You can't (SPEAKS DUTCH) Rotten lyrics, boys.
What's wrong? So, The Easybeats conquer America, and then they immediately get fuckin' banned! Brilliant! Jesus Christ.
(SLAMS DOOR) Well, I've spread the word.
You're being played in every cool dive in Manhattan.
Are they playing Heaven and Hell? Oh, no, thanks, darl.
Nope, Friday, of course.
You're on fire here, and let me tell you, it's not easy impressing this lot.
So, where exactly is it that we're going to, Lillian? To a big party, boys.
Dylan'll probably be there.
Everyone wants to meet you.
STEVIE: Who's everyone? ('ITCHYCOO PARK' BY SMALL FACES PLAYS) Well, here we are - only the brightest of cool allowed here.
Your entry ticket is your talent, and you boys are very welcome.
So, you were touring with Pitney? How the hell did you get stuck with him? - Your agent, right? - GEORGE: Yep.
WOMAN: Lillian! Excuse me, boys.
Enjoy yourselves.
Stevie, what are you doing after this? Dunno.
I do.
Catch you later.
It's all too beautiful It's all too beautiful What? It's all too beautiful ('IT'S MY LIFE' BY THE ANIMALS PLAYS) There'll be women And their fortunes Who just want to - There you go.
- Thank you.
- Whoa! - Are you gonna cry Hey, have a look at this.
I've read about this stuff.
The guy had it behind the bar.
Just passed it straight over.
How come? Lillian told him I was the leader of The Easybeats.
- But there is no leader.
- That's what I said.
(CHUCKLES) Well, you know where we are right now, mate? We're at the centre of the fuckin' vortex.
I thought you said we were at the top of the mountain.
Aye, don't look down, mate.
Fuckin' hell.
Jesus Christ, look at Dick.
Ha! Never seen him that happy in my life.
- Go, Dick! - (GEORGE LAUGHS) Go on, Dickie! Hey, uh, what do you mean by vortex? Well, it's all changing, man.
Faster than we are.
Feels like we're about to fall off the edge.
We're still writing good songs.
We're writing catch-up tunes after Friday.
Some are great and some are shite.
Heaven and Hell sure worked.
Aye.
('FRIDAY ON MY MIND' PLAYS) Monday mornin' feels so bad Do you know who put that on? Lou Reed.
He's in love with it! Comin' Tuesday, I feel better - It's crazy.
- We should be happy right now.
- I know.
- Even my old man looks good Why aren't we? DICK: Guys.
This is Charlene.
- Hello, Charlene.
- HARRY: Hi.
Gonna have fun in the city Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo Be with my girl, she's so pretty Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo She looks fine tonight She is outta sight to me (SONG FADES) (COUGHS) (HARRY CHUCKLES) We were happy then.
Aye, we'd just won a fight.
DICK: You reckon we could do that now? Can you believe that was three years ago? I'm 21 and I feel like an old man.
You look like an old man.
I wanna go home.
Ohh Are you home now? Of course I am.
I mean home, really home? This time.
- G'day.
- Afternoon gentlemen.
Uh, this way.
I've got a couple of taxis waiting for us.
- We've got no money.
- Don't worry, I got 'em.
We'll pay you back.
- We'll worry about it later.
- Welcome back.
Look at you.
It's over, isn't it? Yeah, it's over.
('ST LOUIS' PLAYS) Countrymen, friends, lend me your ears I'll tell you a tale of 15 years I'm an old man that's so forlorn I wanna see the city where I was born I got a feeling that I can't stand I wanna go home to my homeland Ain't got no money, I ain't got a cent I can't get on that train, so help me Show me the way to St Louis Show me the way I wanna go home Show me the way to St Louis (BOTTLE SMASHES) Show me the way (SIGHS) (MAGPIES WARBLE) (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) ('GOOD TIMES' PLAYS) Everybody shake Everybody groove Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm Mmm-mmm-mmm-mmm, mmm Oh, Mama Yeah, Mary, Mary, you're on my mind Folks are gone and the place'll be mine Mary, Mary, wanna be with you - (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION) - And this is what I'm gonna do I'm gonna put a call to you I'll be in touch, guys.
I've got an idea.
Who would have thought, eh? Our little Jehovah's Witness has bagged the hottest bird on the planet.
MAUREEN: Oh, my God.
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION AND LAUGHTER) MIKE: Here you are.
So, this is where you wandered off to.
Just got, uh, one last thing, guys.
Um I've got your final cheques, so Alright? Alright? Alright? Yeah.
So, I'll, um I'll see you round.
Thanks, Mike.
$832.
And 25 cents.
Easy.
(SIGHS) Listen, Stephen, me and Harry are going back to London.
We want you to come.
London? We've been there.
Or didn't you notice? No, we're gonna write songs, mate.
Write music.
We want you in.
Well, here we are again, huh? The music.
You gonna come or what? ('TELL YOUR MOTHER' PLAYS) - Here she is.
- Hi, darling.
Hey.
Hi, guys.
- Congratulations.
- Thank you.
Alright, sweetheart.
- How's it goin'? - We'd better get going.
Yeah.
Bye.
The answer's no, George.
- "No" to what? - Doesn't matter.
('TELL YOUR MOTHER' CONTINUES) I'm goin' right down to the river Yeah, the river Tell your mother Yeah, I've seen I've seen Better days Yes, I have Come on, tell her OK people, we're gonna have a rave off.
We'd like to do the payday song, Friday on My Mind.
Let's go boys.
(BAND PLAYS 'FRIDAY ON MY MIND') Monday mornin' feels so bad Everybody seems to nag me Comin' Tuesday, I feel better Even my old man looks good Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo Wednesday just don't go - Thursday goes too slow - Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo I'll have Friday on my mind Gonna have fun in the city Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo Be with my girl, she's so pretty Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo - She looks fine tonight - She is outta sight to me Tonight I'll spend my bread Tonight I'll lose my head Tonight I got to get to nigh-igh-ight - Monday, I'll have Friday on my mind - Do the five-day grind once more I know of nothin' else that bugs me - More than workin' for the rich man - Hey, I'll change that scene one day Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo Today, I might be mad - Tomorrow, I'll be glad - Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo - Doo - 'Cause I'll have Friday on my mind - I'm gonna have fun in the city - Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo Be with my girl, she's so pretty Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo She looks fine tonight - She is outta sight to me - Tonight I'll spend my bread - Tonight - I'll lose my head Tonight I've got to get to nigh-igh-ight Monday, I'll have Friday on my mind Gonna have fun in the city Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo I'll be with my girl, she's so pretty Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo I'm gonna have fun in the city Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo I'll be with my girl, she's so pretty Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo I'm gonna have fun in the city Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo I'll be with my girl, she's so pretty Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo, doo Gonna have fun In my street, you can meet so many different kind of people And everyone that I know Is doin' fine and feeling peaceful Yeah, yeah Oh, hanging outside my window Watching the world go by