Yesterday (2019) Movie Script

(grand orchestral fanfare
The sun's in the sky
Nothing can go wrong
Kiss winter goodbye
And sing this summer song
I was born here,
I guess I'll stay
Why would I ever go away?
Life is a lifelong
Summer's day...
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I'm gonna sing
all summer long.
-JACK: Thanks.
-Bravo! Bravo!
Encore! Uh, "The Summer Song."
He just played
"The Summer Song."
Well, play it again, then.
Or just any song with "summer"
in the title. Doesn't matter.
Uh, cheers, guys.
I'm gonna take a bit of a break
-and then I'll come back.
-NICK: Are you being serious?
(indistinct chatter)
That's it.
I can't believe I missed it.
(bird squawking)
(engine starts)
How are you...
enjoying the job?
Yeah, not bad. Good, thanks.
I've noticed
the customers like you.
Okay, great. Yeah, well,
I try to be friendly.
Unlike me.
I'm increasingly finding
I don't like you.
-You know, the beard
gets on my nerves.
What's wrong with shaving?
-Yeah, I know. I suppose I...
And I don't like the way
you're always late.
I-I don't like the way
you dress.
And worse, I get the feeling
you think working here
is beneath you.
-But the customers like you.
So, if you want to
go full-time, you can.
Okay. Well, yeah, great.
Uh, let me think about that.
Or, eh, here's
the alternative, son.
Two weeks,
you're out on your ear.
Yeah. I'll give the job
to dozy Karen.
(clicks tongue)
Okay, great.
Well, classic. Um...
-Yeah, I'll get right back
to you. -Good.
There's someone to see you.
Make it quick.
We've got stuff to sell.
Do you want the good news
or the bad news?
I'm gonna have to say
good news,
'cause I don't think I could
take any more bad news.
Well, the good news is
you're booked
for Latitude Festival.
Yes! Yes!
It's not the biggest...
It's the,
it's the Suffolk Tent.
I don't care what tent,
it's Latitude!
It's a proper festival!
-(Ellie laughs) -You are
the best manager in the world!
This road
that I'm walking, well
It started young
I found a guitar
and then it all begun
I found all the things
I wanted to be
- So come take my hand
And rock this road with me
-(crowd cheering)
- Rock this road
I'm not gonna stop
Rock this road
till I'm at the top
Rock this road,
we'll do it right
I'm gonna rock this road
(children laughing, chattering)
Gotta follow
this winding road
I gotta follow
- Wherever it goes
-And it has shiny wheels.
I guess I'll always
carry this load
That's my fate
- I rock this road.
-Yes, I'd love to play with it.
(all whooping)
Uh, accept my gratitude,
-(whooping continues)
Uh, yeah, it's been a blast.
I thought "Dinosaur"
was particularly strong.
Well, yeah, I got most of
the words right.
-ROCKY: "Hear me roar,
-I'm a dinosaur."
-(laughs): Rocky!
-What are you doing here?
-Yes, mate!
-I'm a road manager, innit.
-(laughs): Oh!
So everyone who said
that you were a lazy,
-useless, drug-taking drunk...
...who'd never get a job
were wrong.
Yes, they were, actually.
I'm in profitable employment.
A valued cog in
a well-oiled rock machine.
Good set, though, mate.
-Yeah. -Did you hear it?
I didn't see you.
I-If I'm totally honest,
I only popped by for
a quick bong behind the tent.
-Oh. -But it was a lovely
surprise to hear you.
I mean,
I didn't hear much of it,
to be honest, 'cause...
of the bong and stuff,
but... yeah.
Ah, you're still making sweet
love to young Ellie, I see.
-(laughs): No.
No, never. Not once.
That's a shame.
She's my manager.
Hey, do you wanna come
backstage for our gig?
-Wha-- Please.
-Let's do it, then.
-Let's rock this road.
-All right.
JACK: So how long you been
back in Suffolk?
Oof. Well, I'm trying to live
outside the traditional
concept of time.
So, could be weeks,
could me months,
could be a year and a half,
no idea.
Oh, here we are.
-Thank you so much.
So what exactly do you do?
Make sure everything runs
like clockwork.
-Service the equipment.
Make sandwiches, make teas.
Uh... Oh, Christ.
Sorry. Sorry, Michael.
You're fired.
Fair do's.
(crowd cheers)
Got fired.
Give Ellie one for me, yeah?
-No, really, we don't...
-Catch you later.
(Michael vocalizing
over speaker)
Oh, great day.
Yeah, great day.
Though, Elle,
we should stop now.
I can't do this anymore.
(scoffs) Don't be stupid.
You're gonna need
a bigger tent.
(American accent): You're
gonna need a bigger tent.
No, okay, stop.
You gotta stop pretending
that we're in a thrilling story
with a big, exciting end.
We're in a little story
and it ends now.
I think I hear something
special in my songs,
you think you hear
something special,
and I love you for it.
But no one else does.
No one ever has.
Uh, Nick loves
"The Summer Song."
Nick is famously
a world-class moron.
If it hasn't happened by now,
it's not going to.
It'll take a miracle.
Miracles happen.
I mean it.
This is a serious moment
for me.
This is just absolutely
not happening.
Look, I can't be the star that
we thought I could be at 14,
on that day in the school hall
when I sang a pretty cool cover
of "Wonderwall"
and you were there, backstage.
-I'm not hearing a word.
-Okay, but look.
This, this was my last gig.
And I'm so happy
you were there.
This is the end of our long
and winding road.
ELLIE: Come on!
The world is full of miracles.
Like what?
Benedict Cumberbatch
becoming a sex symbol.
-You'll change your mind.
I won't. This is the start
of a better life.
And I'm...
feeling perky about it.
Night-night, rock star.
Yeah. Night-night.
(crowd cheering)
(speaking Japanese)
-(bicycle wheel spinning)
(speaking Japanese)
(groans softly)
You all right, mate?
(Jack groans)
Just a few minutes, okay?
(chuckles softly)
Can I just say one thing?
Just to... warn you.
I've spoken with the doctor
and you,
-you will walk again.
-(grunts softly)
But you have lost your beard
and, um, two big teeth.
And even though
it should be sad,
it's actually very funny,
-(groans softly) -So despite
all the pain and inconvenience,
you're not even gonna get
any sympathy.
People will just laugh at you.
(chuckles softly)
(chuckles) Ow.
What happened?
(sighs, chuckles)
No one knows.
It was all over the world.
Electricity flicked off
for 12 seconds.
You were just unlucky
that at that exact moment,
a big bus hit you.
You know, the weird thing
they thought
was gonna happen at midnight
when we hit 2000?
-Oh, yeah, Y2K.
-It sort of happened.
It was very big news which,
um, you missed entirely.
-Because of the bus.
Mm-hmm. (chuckles)
Right. I've gotta
get back to school.
Thanks for taking
such good care of me.
You're welcome.
I'll come back later.
Will you still need me,
will you still feed me,
when I'm 64?
(laughs): I don't know.
I'll think about it.
-Why 64?
-What do you mean?
It's just-- oh, forget it.
What do you mean, "Why 64?"
I think the accident
was a message from God.
-Yeah, he was very angry.
Elle, you think
me getting hit by a bus
was God's way of telling me
not to go back to teaching?
(laughs): Exactly. (squeals)
Incredible. It's amazing.
You know, God loves your stuff.
Look, if God had been remotely
interested in my stuff,
he would've once,
right, just once,
had someone write me
a fan letter who wasn't my mum.
(snickers) Or me.
(sighs) I didn't ask
to be The Beatles,
you know, I just wanted once
to have a standing ovation
not given by people who were
already standing at the bar.
Be the what?
(siren wailing in distance)
-NICK: Oh, my God.
-JACK: Oh, yeah.
-Carol, come and look!
-(Ellie laughs)
I know Ellie said it was funny,
but no one mentioned visual
humor of this quality.
-Jack! Oh, my God! Your teeth.
-(Nick groans)
-Cheese! -Oh, wow.
-(camera clicking)
-ELLIE: Presents, presents,
-presents. -Mm, presents,
presents. -Yes, yes.
It's true, we have
bought you presents.
-Well, they have, obviously.
-Huge work week.
-Yeah, yeah.
-What do we have here?
-(Nick clears throat)
Okay, okay, okay.
-Uh, boom! Hey!
-ELLIE: Oh, wow.
-Because you lost your teeth.
That's... -Yeah, I know.
-That's why that's funny. Okay.
-Number two. -ELLIE (laughs):
Where did you get that?
-'Cause you got hit by a bus.
-Yeah, I remember.
-Do you?
All right. One more.
-I've signed your name,
don't worry. -One more, yes.
I don't know what this one
could possibly be.
-Oh, my... Neither do I.
-NICK: No idea.
-(laughs) -I mean, I'm thinking
some sort of snow shovel.
-Mm-hmm. -Or a... tiny
little giraffe with no legs.
Just open it, open it, open it.
-NICK: 'Cause yours got
run over by a bus. -(sighs)
-(Nick chuckles)
-CAROL: Well, play something.
-ELLIE (laughs): Yes, play
something. -NICK: Come on.
-Play "The Summer Song."
-Let me get rid of this.
(Ellie grunts)
(Rocky laughing)
What's tickin' and tockin'
and rockin'?
-Yeah! -Oh!
-What is he doing here?
Yeah, he got sacked.
He's staying with us,
-sleeping on the sofa.
-JACK: That is a disaster
-that could last forever...
-NICK: Yep. -Terrible decision.
-That's right.
-...and ruin your entire life.
-(Ellie laughs)
Hey, really glad
you're not dead, man.
He's got a new guitar.
-He's gonna play a song.
-Ow. -ROCKY: Epic.
A great guitar
requires a great song.
(plays gentle melody)
All my troubles
seemed so far away
Now it seems as though
they're here to stay
Oh, I believe in yesterday
Go on.
I'm not half the man
I used to be
There's a shadow hanging
over me
Oh, yesterday came suddenly
(children laughing)
Why she had to go
I don't know
She wouldn't say
I said something wrong
Now I long for yesterday.
Oh, my...
Wha-- What the hell was that?
(exhales) That was one of
the most beautiful songs
-I've ever heard.
-ROCKY: Yeah. I mean,
it's a bit-bit sloppy,
but it's sweet.
-Oh. -(laughs): When did you
write that?
I didn't write it.
Paul McCartney wrote it,
The Beatles.
The Beatles.
The what?
John, Paul, George
and Ringo, The Beatles.
Which beetles is this?
The insect beetles
or the car Beetles?
The pop group Beatles--
Nick, help me out here.
-(smacks lips) Right. Yes.
-(Ellie chuckles)
Um, there's this problem
with musicians.
They presume everyone else has
this encyclopedic knowledge
of obscure pop, make you
feel stupid when you haven't
heard of bands, you know,
like Neutral Milk Hotel,
or, uh, The Monophonics,
-or, in this case, The Beatles.
Wow, this is the most
complicated joke
-I've ever heard.
Nice song, though.
-It's not a nice song.
-No, it is, mate.
Don't do yourself down
just 'cause you look like
a cartoon character.
-It's-it's a very nice song.
It's not a very nice song,
It's one of the greatest songs
ever written.
Well, it's not Coldplay.
It's not "Fix You."
It's not bloody "Fix You,"
it's a great,
great work of art.
Wow, somebody suddenly got
very cocky.
That song was exquisite.
How come I've never
heard it before?
Okay, I don't know what
you guys are playing at,
but this is so weird,
a-and quite unfair,
in light of me
having lost two teeth,
looking like a sort of
reverse rabbit.
I-I'm on pretty heavy
-Just let me out.
All right.
(tires screech)
-(seat belt reeling) -I thought
you liked the medication.
Yeah, I do love the medication.
I really don't know
what you're cross about.
(tires screech)
(thunder crashing)
Oh, Christ.
No way. No way.
Okay. All right.
(clears throat)
(thunder rumbles)
Oh... you are having me on.
B, B, B, B.
"Bowie," "Beck,"
"Beach Boys."
No. Stop it.
Oh, fuck off!
Let's try...
Still rolling.
Oh, thank God.
God bless you, Donald.
Okay, let's just...
Well, that figures.
(thunder rumbles)
(thunder rumbles)
-(gasps, exhales)
-What...? -Do you genuinely
not know who The Beatles are?
Then I'm in a really, really,
really complicated situation.
See you soon.
Nice pajamas.
Jack! (chuckles)
Christ. I don't even know
if I can remember the words
to the songs.
Okay. "Eleanor Rigby...
"Eleanor Rigby lives
in a church,
in a room where the wedding..."
"Eleanor Rigby,
darning her socks in the...
In a room where..."
No, does... does she have...?
Does she have socks?
(exhales sharply)
Am I gonna do this?
Can I do this?
(thunder crashing)
-Four and one.
Four and one. Beautiful.
That's music to my ears.
-Right, now what is our common,
uh, factor... -Miss, there's
-someone at the window. -Sorry?
-BOY: The window, the window.
-Um... Yes. Right.
Can you all just give me
just one second?
I want-- If there's any more
factors of, um, 18,
I wanna hear 'em.
-I may do one more gig.
I think I may have got some,
like, new songs.
-BOY: Is that your boyfriend,
miss? -Great.
-(students oohing)
Enough! He is not my boyfriend!
That is enough.
Back in school again,
Maxwell plays the fool again
Teacher gets annoyed
Yes! Another one.
Your boyfriend's
left you, miss.
-BOY: Awkward!
(laughs) You're right,
that was very awkward.
But let's keep going!
-(forklift beeping)
- He's a real nowhere man
Sitting in his nowhere land
What did he do there, though?
Woke up, fell out of bed
- Dragged a... neh...
across my head -(knocking)
-SHEILA: Yoo-hoo!
Oh. Sure those Post-it Notes
aren't gonna
mark the wallpaper?
Eh, that's not exactly
my top priority at the moment.
Oh, well,
your top priority should be
getting yourself some
new teeth. (clicks tongue) Aw.
I brought you a Pepsi.
-Have we not got any Coke?
I don't know
what you're saying.
Come downstairs
if you're hungry.
JACK: Do you reckon you could,
like, make 'em look,
you know, better than before?
It's just, I'm hoping to
relaunch my music thing...
I'm a dentist, Jack,
not a magician.
Let's try the red.
Your dad was
my first-ever patient.
I only survived because
of people like him.
That's right.
I only coped...
...with a little help
from my friends.
(exhales sharply)
-(keys jingle)
-So, um...
-uh, I thought we'd agreed.
-Yeah, well, we had, Dad.
But I've-I've got a bunch of
new songs, and I thought people
might like to hear 'em.
Huh. Well, why, uh,
why don't you play one for us?
-You sure?
-Y-Yeah, of course.
Me and your dad
love hearing your... things.
Don't we, darling?
We do.
-Okay. Okay, good.
-JED: Right.
-(exhales, mutters)
(inhales) Okay.
Right, this is called...
"Let It Be."
When I find myself
in times of trouble
Mother Mary comes to me
-(doorbell rings)
-Oh. Oh, sorry, love.
-I'll get it.
Good start, though.
Very pretty.
(door opens)
-Ah, hello, Sheila.
-Come in, love.
-Nice to see you.
Oh. It's Terry!
-Oh. Terry. Hey!
-Hello. Hiya. Hey.
Jack's just playing us
a new song.
Oh, really? I thought,
I thought he'd given up.
-Yeah, no, well, he's got some
new songs. -He... Yeah.
-Uh, what's this one called?
-Uh, "Leave It Be."
-"Let It Be."
-TERRY: Oh, excellent.
-Well, rock on, Jack.
Well, it's not
very rocky, but...
(clears throat)
When I find myself
in times of trouble...
Would you like a drink, Terry?
Well, I'd already
heard that bit.
Sorry, Jack.
Your dad's a rude man.
Yeah, I'll get a beer,
please, Jed.
JED (straining):
Carry on, Jacko.
I'll be back.
-Can I get it in a glass?
-Glass it is!
Right, is everyone else
-Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hurry it up, darling,
you're losing the crowd.
When I find myself
in times of trouble
- Mother Mary comes to me...
-(ringtone playing)
Ooh, sorry.
Sorry, Jack. That's me.
Sorry, my fault.
(ringtone continues playing)
-Oh, it's Marge.
-SHEILA: Oh. (chuckles)
Hello, love.
I'm just at, uh,
Jed and Sheila's house
listening to Jack's new song.
"Let Him Be."
-"Let It Be."
-"Let It Be."
No, well, apparently,
he's-he's started up again.
Uh, yeah, I know.
I know. I know.
Yeah, I know.
-I know.
-What do you know?
Listen, I'll-I'll...
I'll call you back
when it's over, all right?
Oh, all right, then.
Yeah. Okay.
See you in a minute.
-Right. Carry on broadcasting,
young man. -Maybe start
after the first bit.
I've heard it three times now.
If it's okay,
I'm gonna go from the top.
Please yourself, son.
-(plays notes) -Then, maybe we
can have "Summer Song."
-(discordant notes play)
-Christ! This is "Let It Be."
You're the first people
on Earth to hear this song.
This is like watching da Vinci
paint The Mona Lisa
right in front
of your bloody eyes.
Can you not just be quiet
for a single second?
-(doorbell rings)
-Ooh, that'll be Marge.
-Oh, Marjorie! -Well, she said
she was gonna come round,
-so I'll... Oh, yeah.
-Oh, I'll put the kettle on.
-Hi! -Hello.
-Hello, love.
-Hi. Hi.
-How are you?
-Come in, come in.
-Well, that went well.
-Oh, that's good coffee.
-MARJORIE: Thank you.
-Good. -Put the kettle on,
actually. -(door closes)
JACK: This is
a new song I've just written.
Oh, yeah,
I'll tell you somethin'
I think you'll understand
-(balloon pops)
When I say that somethin'
- I want to hold your hand
-I'm gonna get you!
(balloon pops)
- Whisper words of wisdom
-(piano playing)
Let it be
Oh, God.
(inhales sharply)
(indistinct chatter)
(plays final note)
(soft chatter continues)
MAN: Right, bag stack them up
and put them on the trailer.
-(indistinct chatter nearby)
-(water lapping)
Excuse me.
-Um, are you the manager?
I'm Gavin.
(indistinct chatter)
You okay?
(clicks tongue)
It's me, that's the problem.
That's the awful truth.
The revelation.
I know the songs are strong,
but no one's interested still.
Jack Malik's the problem.
-That's not true.
-It is.
I just don't have the "it"
that's the difference
between Jay-Z and...
-(scoffs) Jay-Y.
Well, then, how do you
explain this?
You're gonna be
a recording artist, Mr. Malik.
- Because she loves you
-(guitar playing)
- And you know that can't
be bad -(squeals)
Yes, she loves you
I'd be very happy
to help for free.
My studio, at your service.
Gavin. You're cool.
Y... Am I?
She loves you,
yeah, yeah, yeah
And with a love like that
You know you should be glad
- With a love like that
-(train horn blows)
You know you should...
(windows rattling)
Be glad...
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yes, yes, yes, we got it!
Yes, we have reached
the mountaintop!
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah!
Do you like it, Gavin?
-I absolutely love it, Ellie.
Mwah! -(laughing)
-(Ellie sighs, laughs)
-(Gavin groans)
Jack, you got any more songs?
One or two.
Oh, yeah,
I'll tell you somethin'
I think you'll understand
When I say that somethin'
I want to hold your hand
Now, let me hold your hand
I want to hold your hand
And when I touch you
I feel happy inside
- It's such a feelin'
that my love -(laughs)
I can't hide
I can't hide
I can't hide...
Well, she was just 17
You know what I mean
And the way she looked
Was way beyond compare
She wouldn't dance
with another
- Oh
When I saw her
standing there.
(train horn blows)
(song ends)
-Have a listen.
-Thank you.
-Hey. Exciting.
-MAN: How much?
Oh, no charge.
Uh, it's free
with any purchase.
Songs with your Snickers,
music with your multipacks.
-Oh, thank you. -Tunes with
your chunks of cheddar cheese.
-TV HOST: And here's a lovely
little story. Jack, you work
in the wholesale warehouse
in Lowestoft.
And we hear members of the
retail trade have been getting
a free CD along with
their jumbo boxes
-of Nescaf and washing powder.
-That's right.
But you're gonna sing us
a new song now.
So, here's Jack Malik,
the singing wholesaler,
"In My Life."
But of all these friends
and lovers
There is no one
Compares with you
And these memories
lose their meaning
When I think of love
as something new
Though I know
I'll never lose affection
For people and things
that went before
I know I'll often stop
and think about them
In my life
I love you more.
(guitar playing gentle melody)
No mention of, uh, jumbo-sized
Fairy liquid, but nice work.
You ever thought about doing
a wholesale-based song?
Not really, no.
You could call it, uh,
"In My Warehouse"
instead of "In My Life."
Now, time to find out
what's happening
in Kerry's Kitchen.
G'day, everyone.
It's Kerry here.
I could've written every song
of the Rolling Stones
or David Bowie.
I'll always just be Lowestoft's
warbling warehouseman.
Oh, no, don't.
-That's not true. (laughs)
-So obviously is.
That song was really beautiful.
Who-who did you write it about?
Stop here. Stop the car.
(tires screech)
-These songs.
There's something about 'em
you should know.
(ringtone playing)
Oh. Hi.
ED SHEERAN: Hi... it's the
musician... Ed Sheeran.
-I beg your pardon.
-Ed Sheeran.
-I'm a musician. -Yeah, no,
seriously though, who is it?
This must be a bad line,
I'll-I'll call you back.
Who was it?
He said it was Ed Sheeran,
the musician.
(scoffs) That'll be Nick.
-(ringtone playing)
No, it's Ed Sheeran again.
Yeah, can I speak
to Carol, please?
There's no one
called Carol here.
Except there is.
She's always there.
Okay, mate, um,
I'll leave it there.
Amazing performance tonight
though, on TV.
That song, "In My Life,"
that was really beautiful.
What did he say?
He said he really enjoyed
"In My Life."
And what did Carol say?
-She wasn't there.
-(chuckles) She's always there.
I think it might've been
Ed Sheeran.
The musician?
(doorbell rings)
-I'm Ed.
-Um, is Jack here?
-Oh. Right.
I'll see if he's up.
Just wait there, love.
-It's for you.
-Who is it?
His name's Ed.
He's got a nice, friendly face.
-(chuckling): Hi.
C... Uh, come in.
(clicks tongue)
Your shirt's inside out.
Oh, Christ.
Uh, we should...
So, uh, look, I'm sorry
to barge in like this.
No, no, uh, major pop stars
are always dropping round,
you know?
Lady Gaga won't leave us alone.
(chuckles) You're funny.
Well, funny-looking, at least.
Yeah, so, anyway, I live, uh,
I live locally,
and I saw your song on TV.
And it was really good.
-So I googled you,
and I listened to your songs
on the warehouse website.
And they were even better.
Gosh, thanks.
All right, don't mind me.
So, I've had
the support act drop out
of the European leg
of the tour,
and I was wondering
if you'd consider it.
-Consider what?
-S... Yeah.
-Being the opening act.
-(grunts softly)
-For you, seriously?
-JED: Nope.
Yeah, why not?
W-Wha... When would I start?
Do you know
where the pickle is?
-Tu... What, Tuesday?
-Not next July?
-(chuckling): No. Tuesday.
-Is your hearing all right?
-(chuckling): No.
No, my hearing is fine,
it's just, you keep saying
lots of really strange things.
But yes, yes, thank you, yes.
-Um, how long do you need?
-About 30 minutes. Maximum.
Any more than that, people
start getting a bit restless.
-You know, "Bring on
the ginger geezer." -Yeah.
(laughs) Get in.
(laughs, sighs)
Night. Nice to meet you.
You look like Ed Sheeran,
you know.
I am Ed Sheeran.
Oh, right. Well done.
Light show?
-Preferably not, no.
-Well, that's good,
'cause I've only got the torch
on my phone, so...
Have you got any beer?
Uh, cider.
-Cider works.
-(chuckling): Okay.
I'll have a cider with the man
that wrote "Yesterday."
Mum, Dad,
who drunk all the cider?
-ELLIE: That is nuts!
-Yeah, as you said, it's nutty.
And he's absolutely covered
in tattoos.
Nice dressing gown, by the way.
No, it's not. No.
-Don't. Don't start.
It looked so good online,
so I just ordered it,
and the most disgusting pink
thing in history turns up.
-So good. -(laughs): Meanwhile,
you need a new roadie.
What do you mean?
You're not coming?
No, of course not.
I'm, you know, a schoolteacher.
I teach maths.
I can't suddenly manage
Ed Sheeran's support act.
Yeah, maybe you can, though.
Um... yeah.
Well, I certainly can't do it
this Tuesday.
'Cause we've got a parent-
teacher's evening at 6:45.
And, although I like you, I...
I don't like you enough to let
down the whole of year ten.
-Right. Okay.
Lucy, Ellie's resigned
from her post.
Do you fancy being my roadie
in Moscow on Tuesday?
Sorry. Would love to,
but we've got rehearsals
for the school play.
Let's think, plan C.
-Oh, no.
I've had an idea.
It's a very bad idea.
I'm in love with your body
I'm in love with your body
-JACK: Hi.
I'm in love with
the shape of you.
-Welcome aboard.
-Hey. Oh. -Hey.
-How you doing, man?
-Here he is.
Hello, Mr. Sheeran.
My name's Rocky.
And y-you can call me
whatever you like.
"Handsome" always works well.
(laughs) No.
Only kidding, no, it was just--
Rock-- just call me Rocky.
-Nice to meet you, Rocky.
Um, Jack, you and Rocky
are at the back there.
And listen, um, tonight,
it's small and intimate.
Don't worry.
Nothing to be worried about.
-Okay. -Cool.
-All right.
-Love your work, man.
-Thank you.
-Especially the rapping.
No, I'm only kidding.
No, leave it to the brothers,
that'd be my advice.
Gingers and rap...
sounds a bit crap.
Well, you may be right.
Enjoy your flight.
Oh, here he is.
Wait a minute!
All right, um...
uh, I think it will be neat
if I take my seat.
Boom. Victory.
(chime over speakers)
(Rocky beatboxing)
Gonna fly to the...
Oh, yes, please.
Thank you.
Champagne, sir?
Um, have you got Coke?
Oh, right, yeah.
Pepsi, please.
Of course, sir.
(crowd cheering)
Back in the US,
back in the US
Back in the USSR
-All right!
Well, the Ukraine girls
really knock me out
They leave the West behind
And the Moscow girls
make me sing and shout
Georgia's always on my
All right, Moscow!
Sing it with me!
Louder than that!
- Whoo-oo-oo
-(rhythmic clapping)
Whoo-oo-oo, whoo-oo-oo
Whoo-oo-oo, whoo-oo-oo
Back in the USSR
You don't know
how lucky you are, boys
Back in the USSR.
(song concludes
with a flourish)
-(cheering, whistling)
-(music stops)
Okay, Moscow,
it was Jack Malik!
(cheering continues)
And now are you ready
for Ed Sheeran?!
(cheering loudly)
On a three-hour plane journey,
without a guitar?
'Cause I thought
we were going to Russia,
so I should write a song
about Russia.
Yeah, that-- I just,
I thought it was really cool
that you called it "USSR,"
you know?
It probably stopped
being called that
before you were born.
Amazing, man.
-Loved that USSR track.
-(chuckling): Thanks.
Right. I've got an idea.
Everyone, I think we can all
agree that we're impressed
with Jack's songwriting talent,
-Whoo-hoo! -(cheering)
-So, here's the plan.
I'm gonna go out that door,
Jack's gonna go out this door.
And whoever writes the
best song in ten minutes, wins.
(scattered cheering)
What's the prize?
No prize.
Just being the best songwriter.
Jack "Back in the USSR" Malik,
are you in?
And it can't be anything
you've written before.
Like, nothing
in your bottom drawer.
Has to be new, tonight.
-(stammers) I still,
still think
there should be a prize, Ed.
I mean, with all his money,
he could afford a tenner.
Ladies and gentlemen,
we are gathered here tonight
to witness an epic battle.
In the blue corner,
Sir Ed Sheeran!
Broken hearts can find a love
to make them whole
She said we are penguins
on the ice
We're not meant to fly,
but God knows we can try
Well, I see a hope
that's in your eyes
Well, can you see
the love in mine?
-ROCKY: And now,
the soon-to-be defeated,
Mr. Jack Malik!
(cheering, whooping)
(applause quiets)
The long and winding road
That leads to your door
Will never disappear
I've seen that road before
It always leads me here
Lead me to your door
Many times I've been alone
And many times I've cried
Any way you'll never know
The many ways I've tried
But still they lead me back
To the long
And winding road
You left me standing here
A long, long time ago
Don't leave me waiting here
Lead me to your door.
(cheering, whooping)
So, the vote!
Nope, no vote. No vote.
No. That was, uh,
an interesting moment.
I was always told that
there would be someone
who came along that was
a lot better than me,
and you are definitely
better than me, Jack.
Yeah, wow.
That was, uh,
one of the best songs
I've heard in my life.
I mean, these things
are complicated.
(chuckles) Yeah.
Obviously not complicated
for you, though, right?
I think I'm gonna go to bed.
Someone should probably shag
him while they have the chance.
-(laughter) -Yeah.
-WOMAN: Pick me, Jack!
You're definitely Mozart, mate.
And I'm definitely Salieri.
Night, Jack.
I'm Debra Hammer.
I'm Ed's manager.
We should talk.
Yeah. I-- Well, I g-- I mean,
-I've kind of got a manager
back home. -Oh?
No, but, but no,
but we should talk.
-(chuckling): Okay, great.
That's great.
Uh... good.
Have a good night.
I'll see you in Los Angeles.
In Los Angeles?
Yeah, well, we, we need you
to come to L.A.
See, we pay and then you come
and you write songs
and then we release them,
and you make a ton of money.
And then we take most of it.
I have a question.
Is this the best
that you can look?
We'll figure it out.
CROWD (chanting):
Ellie, Ellie, Ellie!
-(balloon pops) -ELLIE: Oh,
well, in my capacity as Jack's
former musical mentor,
stroke manager,
stroke roadie, stroke driver--
'Cause he can't even drive.
-Ooh! -Loser! Loser!
-(all jeering)
I did try to teach you.
I did try to teach you.
-Honestly, no, you can have
the job back. -No, thanks.
-(groans) -Why would anyone
ever leave Suffolk
before the day they die?
Right, but if you must go
to Los Angeles
-and hang out with perverts
and drug addicts... -I must.
...then we wish you
good luck and success.
Or, even better, failure
-and a swift return.
Failure and a swift return!
(Ellie grunts softly)
Will you miss me, Jack?
Course I'll miss you.
Of course I'll miss you.
You're leaving, so...
I can ask you anything.
How did I get
in the wrong column?
How did I get in
the "friend, manager, roadie"
column, inst...
...instead of the
"And I Love Her" column?
-(knocking) -SHEILA: What are
you doing up there?
Come on. If you don't
come downstairs soon,
your mum will be too drunk
to make her speech.
-SHEILA: Jack!
-Coming, Ellie Wellie?
-Yeah. -Come on down,
my baby bunny, we miss you!
-Jack! -Ellie!
-Jack! -Jack!
SHEILA: Jackie, what are you
doing up there?
Oh, God.
Are those definitely columns?
-(chuckles, sniffs)
-LUCY: Jack!
Well, a girl can certainly
tell the difference.
(overlapping chatter
-SHEILA: Jack!
Actually, seriously,
it is getting a bit grim,
so you may wanna,
uh, uh, come down.
-Come on!
-We miss you!
-ALL: Jack!
-(indistinct shouting)
Wow, Ellie. That's...
-big news on a big night.
-SHEILA: Ellie!
Jack, get down here now, mate!
-(indistinct shouting)
Come on!
Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack...
-(sighs deeply)
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun,
and I say
It's all right
Get it!
-(laughs): Oh, oh, oh!
- Sun, sun, sun
Here it comes
Sun, sun, sun,
here it comes
-...cute vegan place down the
street, I love it. -Ladies.
Sun, sun, sun,
here it comes.
Jack Malik.
Welcome to
my little beach shack.
(chuckles) Thank you
for coming all this way.
-Good to see you. Well...
-you're not very attractive.
-You're out of shape.
You're skinny,
yet, somehow, round.
You have been profoundly
unsuccessful for ten years.
-And until about a month ago,
we'd call you
a complete failure.
Well, that's not quite
how I'd put it, but...
-We would say that you were
a complete failure. -Yeah.
Sit, please.
-But now, now...
-(clears throat)
you've hit an extraordinary
songwriting groove,
and you want to be the biggest
star in the world.
-Well, mmm... -"Yes" is
the answer to that question.
Well, yes, I guess.
Not, "Well, yes, I guess."
I guess.
Buddy, what I'm offering you,
is the great and glorious
poisoned chalice
of money and fame.
If you don't want to drink it,
which I would understand,
go back and have a warm beer
in little, bonny England.
If you do want to drink it,
I need to hear you say,
"Debra, I'm so thirsty.
Give me the goddamn chalice."
So, which is it?
I'll take the chalice.
You're asking me
will my love grow
I don't know
I... don't know
Stick around now,
it may show
I don't know
I... don't know.
-Yeah. I'm feeling that.
Okay, what's next?
(over speaker): Um, it's called
"A Hard Day's Night."
(over speaker):
All right.
What does that mean?
Um, I'm not quite sure yet.
HANS: (laughs) Okay, we're
rolling when you're ready.
Stop, stop.
Something's missing.
It-it's the guitar,
it has to gently weep more.
(electric guitar playing)
That's it!
That's my baby!
-Yes! Yes!
-Yeah? Good.
I'm gonna sing
this summer song
Whoa, whoa, whoa
I'm gonna sing
all summer long.
-Okay. The first one...
-"Here Comes the Sun."
Is... Yeah, yeah.
That's amazing.
-(exhales): Whoo.
-(clears throat)
-And the second one...
-My personal favorite.
-"The Summer Song."
-"The Summer Song."
That is...
it's simple without
being charming.
I'm struggling
to find the words.
I hated it, but n...
I wasn't interested in it
enough to listen to it again
to find out why.
Yeah, bin it.
Yeah. Reject.
Thank you, Rocky.
-(can opens)
-JACK: Times like this, I wish
I hadn't given up smoking.
I could just murder
a cigarette.
What's a "cigarette"?
Uh... oh, yes, Jack,
this is Hilary.
She's gonna be working
with you on your image.
Do I have to have an image?
Well, if you don't
have an image,
-then the lack of image
becomes an image. -Right.
And the music sounds so joyful.
It'd be a shame to let it down
by you being so...
I can see how you two
might be friends.
(Debra laughs)
Yeah, yeah.
So, here...
Okay, here's the plan.
We're gonna take
the five best songs,
we'll put them online, right?
No visuals, just the music.
The enigma of Jack Malik.
And then,
we wait until we've...
fixed all of this,
and we release
an astonishing,
era-defining double album that
changes popular music forever.
Boy, you're gonna
carry that weight
Carry that weight
a long time
Boy, you're gonna
carry that weight
Carry that weight
a long time
(speaking foreign language)
I always knew he was a star,
right from the start.
We were very much neck and neck
in the earlier days.
We were both entertainers.
-(speaking foreign language)
Me say more fans.
Me say Jacko!
The producer of the now-famous
"Warehouse Tapes," Gavin.
Absolutely and utterly the,
the best moment of my life.
we seem to be talking
about the Shakespeare
of pop music.
MAN 2: These songs,
there's only five of them,
but they break new ground.
We've never heard
anything like this before.
-We want more. -But we
definitely need to hear more.
-More songs. More, more...
-Write more new songs, Jack.
album ever. No question.
Eleanor Rigby,
sits in the church
In the night
where the wedding has been...
Look at her working
Darning her socks
in the night when the...
There's rice in there,
Picks up the rice, picks up
the rice, picks up the rice.
Picks up the rice
in the church
Where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
(groans) Where does she
darn the bloody socks?
Father McKenzie,
Father McKenzie!
Father McKenzie, darning
his socks in the night
Darning his socks...
(groans) Oh, God.
When are we gonna get to
"all the lonely people"?
All the lonely people
Where do they all c...
I need to go to Liverpool
as soon as possible.
I think it could be inspiring.
Do you want me to tell you
the name of 50 places on Earth
more inspiring than Liverpool?
-Starting with Shitsville, USA.
-No, thank you.
Would you like me to tell you
the reasons that you can't go
next week?
Like having lunch with Ernesto,
the head of Universal Music,
on whom your life depends.
Like actually
finishing the damn album.
Like picking the damn name
for the damn album.
Like doing the damn videos
for the damn album, damn it.
Okay, I will be back
by Saturday.
Friday is you on The Late Late
Show with James Corden.
And Saturday is the Major
Marketing Meeting of Meetings.
Friday, you are presented
to the world.
Saturday, you are crowned.
Okay, Friday.
Is it actually called
"the Major Marketing Meeting
-of Meetings"? -Yes,
it's actually called that.
-(seabird squawking)
What does Liverpool have
that L.A. doesn't?
Mo Salah, Cilla Black,
mushy peas, rain.
(sighs) Home sweet home.
Rocky, you're not
from Liverpool, mate.
Nope. Never been here before.
Hey, Jack, Jack!
(screaming excitedly)
-Oh, my God.
H-How did they know
we were here?
-In, in, in. Drive, drive!
-Come on.
-(fans screaming)
-WOMAN: Oh, my God, it's...
-Wait, Jack!
-MAN: Why won't you stop, mate?
(plane passing overhead)
DRIVER: There you go, guys,
Strawberry Field.
Let me take you down
Now we're at Penny Lane.
What distinguishes it
from any other lane?
Just show some respect.
For what, exactly?
"Also Eleanor Rigby,
-the beloved wife
of Thomas Woods." -Yeah?
-Friend? Relative? Wh...
Eleanor Rigby...
I always liked graveyards.
Lost my virginity in one,
All the lonely people
Where do they all belong?
Eleanor Rigby
Picks up the rice
in the church
Where the wedding has been
(chuckling): Yes!
Lives in a dream
Father McKenzie,
writing the words
Of a sermon
that no one will hear
No one comes near
Oh, come on, he's on fire!
There's a fireman
in "Penny Lane."
-(phone rings)
(groans) What?
-What? -WOMAN: I'm sorry to
disturb you, but you've got
-someone downstairs for you.
-What, really?
What are you doing here?
I was just passing by.
You live 370 miles away.
Yeah, you're right. Um...
-I just... (laughs)
I just, I thought it might
be nice to see you.
-(chuckles) What are you
doing here? -Um...
well, it's research.
It's, like,
a music industry thing. Yeah.
This is so great.
Are you hungry?
-As a big horse.
ELLIE: Oh, it feels like
you've been gone forever.
How are Nick and Carol?
-(sputters) Very unhappy.
I wouldn't know how to relate
to 'em if they actually got on.
(both laugh)
I miss you.
I miss you.
(waiter clears throat)
(clears throat)
I am gonna have fish and chips.
But I'm on a diet.
-(giggles) -So,
salad instead of the fries.
I'll have the grilled salmon,
and again,
with a salad, no fries.
Anything else?
Maybe just a side of fries.
-Yeah, make that two.
And lots more beers. -Thanks.
I guess the girls are falling
over themselves
to sleep with you,
now you're a famous musician?
-I'm not famous.
And no, not yet. -(chuckles)
Although there was one Russian.
That's nice.
Was she stocky?
-Fairly stocky, yeah.
-Bar's closing. Can I get you
anything else? -No, thanks.
Maybe just a couple
of brandies.
And lots of chocolates.
What are we gonna do
when they throw us out?
I was thinking...
lots of ketamine.
-Mmm. -And then,
wandering the streets
of Liverpool, singing songs
we don't know the lyrics of.
-Very loudly.
You've changed.
- Oh, oh, oh, oh.
(indistinct shouting, laughing)
So, where's your room?
Oh, definitely,
definitely not on this floor.
-(snorts) Do-na-noo-na.
(Ellie chuckles)
JACK: (groans)
-(exhales) Long pause.
Have I messed up massively?
-Meaning what?
-Going away, and...
Oh, no. God, no.
What was the alternative?
This is the most wonderful
and exciting thing
in the world.
(chuckles softly)
(whispers): Can I maybe
turn out the light?
Oh, my God, you just--
you touched my bottom.
You've never done that before.
Well, I imagine
we're gonna have to do
a lot of things
we've never done before.
Are you sure?
-And what about you?
-I asked first.
I really don't know.
Oh, okay.
So, maybe no.
It's certainly not a mistake
coming up to Liverpool.
Certainly, um,
a lovely evening.
But I think, probably, it's...
-(sighs) it's a mistake
to go further. -Okay.
I have a room of my own and...
and I think, um...
a one-night stand would be...
a strange new column
for me to be in, Jack.
Maybe it, it wouldn't be
a one-night stand.
Well, when are you going back
to America?
-So that's one night.
It's the dictionary definition
of a one-night stand and...
(inhales) it's not for me.
(door closes)
I said maybe
You're gonna be the one
that saves me
And after all
You're my wonderwall...
(inhales sharply)
Rocky! Get up.
-Let's go!
-What? What? What?
We've gotta find Ellie!
-I know where she is.
-In Suffolk, mate.
-No, she's not,
-she's in Liverpool,
you numpty. -Really?
That's a coincidence.
Uh, we...
You have got a guest,
Ellie Appleton.
-Oh, yeah, we just ordered her
a taxi to the station.
Oh, Christ.
Uh, thank you very much.
Okay. No, no, no. Okay.
Double our chances-- you go
that way, I'll go this way.
-Whoever gets there first,
stops her. -Okay.
-Oh, there you are.
-It's that way. It's that way.
(both shouting indistinctly)
ROCKY (straining):
I'm dying.
-Ellie. Elle.
-Oh, my God.
I hope she's worth it, mate.
-Where's the...?
D-Does anyone know
what platform goes to London?
-Six. -Six.
-No, it's definitely six.
-Oh, yeah, no, it's six.
It's definitely six. Sorry.
Yes, yes, yes!
No, no, no, no, no, no!
-No. No.
-(line ringing)
Come on, pick up.
Pick up.
-ELLIE: Hello?
-Hi, yes.
I-I came after you,
but I missed the train.
I'm sorry.
-We need to talk.
-Let's talk.
-Where are you?
-Right behind you.
Having a cheese
and tomato baguette
and a packet of crisps.
Jack, would it, would it be
annoying of me to point out
we should be
-heading for the airport?
-How long have we got?
Well, in real terms,
minus an hour.
Okay. (exhales)
Rocky, this is completely not
a conversation you're part of.
-No, of course it's not.
No, deeply private.
With your future happiness
at stake.
Right, did you two
sleep together last night?
-No. -No.
-What a waste.
Anyway, I'll keep an eye
on the clock.
You've got precisely
four minutes.
-So... -So...
-(phone chimes)
it's about last night.
What about it?
Well, it was almost
quite a moment.
And I woke up, and I panicked.
And I wanted to talk.
Okay, then talk.
So, um...
N... (sighs)
'cause we... (groans)
And how do you think
it's going so far?
It's not great, but...
No, no, let me try and help.
(exhales) You've had 20 years
to make your move.
Well, I couldn't exactly make
my move when I was seven.
Then you've had ten years.
Right. Well, we've always been
like brother and sister.
It's very bad indeed for...
for brothers and sisters
to have sex.
-Except that we're not brother
and sister. -No, exactly.
-Right, but...
-No, so...
(exhales shakily)
I've been waiting half my life
for you to wake up and love me.
Having loved you
for half a lifetime,
I realized when you left,
that I had made a bad choice
doing that.
(breathes shakily)
And now, it's got
even trickier because...
if... (chuckles)
When you were playing in pubs,
we were the perfect match.
But now...
I-I... (sighs)
I'm an actual schoolteacher
in actual Lowestoft,
and you're the world's greatest
-No, I'm not.
-Except that you probably are.
Okay. Two minutes, ladies
and gentlemen, two minutes.
Also, um...
Debra's on my phone for you.
Apparently, she's having dinner
with the head of the label
and you're meant to be
FaceTiming in, so...
Just go away, Rocky.
Okay. One minute, 53.
In the end, to you,
I'll always, really, just be
Ellie with the frizzy hair.
(sighs) And Ellie from
the "Fun chum" column.
Ellie, who, for reasons
no one understands,
drives you around in her car.
So, just go and please
just catch your plane.
We haven't finished
the conversation.
Well, um, we have.
We have.
in Liverpool Lime Street at...
11:14 on a Friday...
(breathes shakily)
unless you choose to stay.
DEBRA (over phone):
Jack. You have to
get on the plane.
-What are you still doing in
Liverpool? -I can't stay today.
I've gotta do
The Late Late Show tomorrow,
and I've gotta do the
Marketing Meeting of Meetings
-and, oh, it's ridiculous...
-And that was your chance.
Now, quick, go.
Please, leave.
-Sorry. -Hey, do you mind if
I nick a couple of crisps
-for the journey? -Look,
I want you to be happy and,
and to make marvelous music.
I always have.
-No, not all the crisps!
Just go, go, go, go, go.
Your, your future is
o-out the door and to the left.
A taxi rank.
I'm sorry.
I'm sorry, I'm sorry,
I'm sorry, I'm so...
Okay. Welcome to the Major
Marketing Meeting of Meetings.
So amazing to have Jack himself
right here in the building.
-Give it up for Jack, y'all.
Now, uh, Jack, I,
I do believe I speak for
everyone in attendance today
when I say...
-(chuckles) it is the climax
of our careers... -Yes! be working on this
mind-bending album with you.
Give it up, y'all.
(cheering, whistling)
You, you don't have to clap
every time.
But thanks very much.
-Mr. Modesty!
-Give it up for modesty!
-No, seriously, d...
That's what he does
right off the top. (chuckles)
Now, as you all know,
the songs we released online
have created
unprecedented excitement.
So, now upon us falls
the mighty task of packaging
everything together
into one single,
irresistible album.
Now, Jack came up with some
title suggestions himself
and, uh, (chuckles)
we worked on some of those.
You know, I especially
got a kick out of
Sergeant Pepper's
Lonely Hearts Club Band.
-Yeah, that's... (chuckles)
It's okay to laugh,
'cause it's funny.
It is. It's, uh, (chuckles)
a lot of words, Jack.
But ultimately, in the end,
we just felt it was, uh,
-uh, too confusing, right?
-(murmuring assent)
Too confusing. And, uh,
The White Album
has some diversity issues.
That's a lot of white, Jack.
And I know you were
pretty enthusiastic
about Abbey Road.
I gotta say,
it didn't have a lot
going for it...
if I can put it to you
like that.
Uh, it's just a road,
with a bunch of people
driving down the wrong side
of the street.
That's not exactly
what I meant, but...
But we've been developing
some ideas of our own, now.
You know, we weren't just
sitting around.
We focused on the one thing
that makes this man here
unlike anyone else in the
entire world of music today.
No collaborators, no cowriters,
no samples, no steals, hmm?
No "featuring Cardi B,"
no "featuring Bieber."
Just the simple, pure genius...
of One Man Only.
-(indistinct chatter)
-Mmm, mmm, mmm.
And, as a second wave,
because of the miracle
that is One Man Only,
it's just this.
-Just this.
-(people gasping)
-Mmm, mmm. I know.
I know.
So, let Operation Jack begin!
Each week, a new song online.
Each week, a new TV show.
We start with Corden,
then we move to Kimmel,
then Fallon, then Colbert
and then Thursday Night Live!
Song, song, song.
Show, show, show.
Boom, bang, bazillions.
Now, let's go make
so much money that,
by this time next Christmas,
we are wiping our asses
with solid-gold toilet paper.
and gentlemen, please welcome,
-the one, the only,
Mr. Jack Malik! -(cheering)
Jack, I'm such a fan.
It's great to meet you.
Thank you for being here.
The songs of yours
that I've heard, they are,
they're amazing.
What's life like for you
at the moment right now?
I mean, the expectation
for the album
is just rising
to insane levels, isn't it?
Yeah, well, they're--
they're insane to me.
-I mean, who here's excited
about this album? -(cheering)
Listen to that.
In this age of,
sometimes, 16 people
writing on one song,
suddenly, here's a guy,
him and a guitar, and he writes
everything himself, on his own.
Yeah. I mean... Well, you know,
that's how it always
used to be, though, with,
uh, with, like, James Taylor
or Stevie Wonder,
Bruce Springsteen.
So I don't think
it's that exceptional.
But is it just you?
Well, yes.
-But is it?
(scoffs) Well, y-yes.
-Yes, it is.
Because as chance would
have it, a-and do forgive me,
because we-we love a surprise
on this show.
As chance would
darn well have it,
I've got two men backstage
who claim that the songs
are theirs.
(audience murmuring)
In fact, they say that all
of your tunes
are the work of their band,
The Beatles.
(audience gasping)
I d-- I don't know--
(chuckles) I don't...
Well, let's see how this
plays out, shall we?
Ladies and gentlemen,
all the way
from Liverpool, England,
please welcome,
(distorted): Mr. Paul McCartney
and Mr. Ringo Starr!
Na, na-na, na-na-na-na
Hey, Jude.
Bang me backwards over a Buick.
It's gonna be the greatest
album of all time.
It's really incredible, man.
-Hey, Ed. -How you doing? Um,
I'm just in town for a couple
of days. I thought I'd come
and see the genius at work.
ED: I'm just trying to
work out your process.
Is it music first
or lyrics first?
Um, it varies.
But, like, with this song,
for instance, the, um,
the-the "Hey Jude" one
must have some story behind it.
Well, yeah.
No, it do-- it does.
So, it was the son
of a friend of mine
who was having a hard time.
Um, it, it, it just,
it came to me as a s...
as a song of comfort.
I don't believe you.
I mean, I just...
I don't believe you.
-It's one genius idea after the
other, you know? -Oh, right.
I do have a suggestion, though.
Um, about the song.
The-the title, "Hey Jude."
Jude is just,
it's a bit old-fashioned.
-That was the kid's name,
right? -What kid?
-That the song's about.
-Oh, the kid, the kid, the kid.
Yes, the-the... the sad kid.
Now, l-let me just
give you this advice, right?
Song title--
I won't charge you a penny
for it as well--
"Hey Dude."
Hey, du...
"Hey Dude," are you sure?
He's right. That's-- (chuckles)
that's so much better.
Is he?
-Is it?
-ED: Yeah, yeah.
- Hey, dude, don't
make it bad -Yes. Mm-hmm.
-Mm-hmm. -This isn't real.
-ED: Definitely gonna be
one of the best songs
of the generation.
-BOTH: Hey, dude -Wake up.
Wake up, Jack. Wake up.
Don't make it bad
- Dudey-dudey-dudey
-(door opens)
- Hey, dude -It's definitely
better. -Jack, Ellie.
Oh, sorry, guys.
I gotta take this.
Just give me a minute, Ed.
-JACK: Elle.
I'm so glad you called.
I'm not enjoying myself here
at all.
Oh, right. Well, um...
I've got two bits of news.
I'm riveted.
All right.
Well, the first one...
-big one.
The Pier Hotel.
What? In Gorleston?
The place that
closed down rather than
have me play?
Yes. It's reopening.
You're bloody kidding.
I am bloody not.
It's re-bloody opening.
That's amazing!
That's huge news!
-All right, what's the second?
I mean, it can't be as big.
But tell me anyway.
n-number two is...
I've been seeing someone.
Do I know him?
Yeah. It's Gavin.
I-I didn't want you to find out
from someone else.
Every day,
he puts me in the right column.
Of course.
The "true love" one.
-(knocking on glass)
-Of course.
I've gotta go.
Ah, God.
Yeah, course you do.
Um, okay. Bye. Bye.
What? What could possibly
be so urgent
that I can't make
a single phone call?!
How the hell am I supposed to
get any of the songs right
if you're just
all clustering me
and stopping me
from being creative?
How can I ever be creative
if I'm never ever left alone?!
We'll leave you alone then,
No, I'm not... I'm sorry.
No, it's g... It's, uh,
it's superstar rights.
Treat the people that you work
with like shit on your shoes.
Ellie told you the news, then?
-Yeah. -You know,
I never, never understood
what you didn't see in her.
I mean, i-if I'd been you,
twice a day I would have loved
her up like a lusty lion.
Rocky, if I ask you
to just shut up,
really, really, really shut up,
would that be okay?
Can I just start again and say,
"Isn't it wonderful news?
"And I hope they'll be
very happy together
and have gorgeous kids."
Is that better?
No. It's worse.
I have got a third option.
I'm sorry.
Um, I'm really sorry, everyone.
I'm just...
I'm really stressed.
What was so urgent?
(over speaker):
Oh, um, no, nothing.
It's just we have to
decide today where and when
we're going to
launch the album.
So, nothing big, apart from
probably the biggest decision
of your stupid life.
-You ass.
I do have one thought.
-(crowd cheering)
-NEWSCASTER: And the little town
of Gorleston has never seen
anything like this before.
At 3:00 p.m. today, on the
rooftop of the Pier Hotel,
Jack Malik, local boy
turned pop phenomenon,
will premiere his highly
anticipated first album.
And word seems to have got out.
(cheering continues
in distance)
(knocking on door)
Can we, uh...?
Wow. Look at this.
Look at you.
Didn't want to disturb.
Just wanted to, you know...
Well, it's...
Who'd have thought? (chuckles)
While we were downstairs
drinking cider
and eating jelly,
you were up in your room
writing "She Loves You."
Are you, uh,
you playing our song?
-Your song?
-"Let It Be."
Oh, well, we've never forgotten
we were the first people
to hear it.
Well, the start of it,
at least.
Three times.
So proud.
Our beautiful, blazing boy.
-(clicks tongue) Aw. Oh.
-Aw. Still, don't wanna...
-Mind your suit, love.
It's... blue. -Yeah.
-We'll leave you to it.
One last thing, son.
Yeah, Dad?
The sandwiches.
I see there's tuna.
Are y-you gonna finish
them all?
-No, please take them all.
-Or if you don't...?
Oh, what a day.
What an amazing day.
-(whispers): Sorry.
(door closes)
(helicopter blades whirring
CROWD (chanting):
Jack! Jack! Jack!
Jack! Jack!
-(chanting continues outside)
-Well, you look good.
That's a tight pant.
(clicks tongue) Okay.
We've got a jaw and a chin.
Ooh! (chuckles)
That's not bad.
That's... This'll work.
This'll work. Mmm.
(door closes)
-What? -Nothing.
-(knocking on door)
(sighs, chuckles)
-Oh. Hi, Ellie. Come in.
-(chuckles): Hi.
-And who have we here?
-Um, Debra, this is Ellie.
Ellie, this is Debra, my agent.
The Ellie?
-Oh! He's mentioned me?
No, no. I'm kidding.
I know nothing
about his life because
he's a product to me.
Unless you're the one
that was his manager.
In which case, wow.
Huge mistake giving that up.
Oh, it's surreal, isn't it?
Being back at the Pier Hotel.
-(chuckling): Yeah, indeed.
-I'm gonna go look
at the stage, yeah? -Mm.
-It's this way.
Press conference in ten.
Goodbye, lovebirds.
(door closes)
I'm sorry. I shouldn't have
left Lime Street, okay?
-It was a terrible mistake.
-Oh, no.
-Don't say that, please.
-Can we...?
-Don't say that.
I-I've heard your new songs.
-They're incredible.
-O-Okay. No, they aren't.
I don't even know
who you are anymore.
Everything changed
after the accident.
-Wha-What happened?
-GAVIN: Jack.
-And here's Gavin.
-Jack, Jack.
-(Jack chuckles)
-Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack.
-Oh, hey, mate.
-How you doing, man?
-Jack. Jack.
-(Ellie chuckles)
-I don't know what to say.
-Oh, really?
It sounds like you do
and it's, "Jack."
-Oh... -We were just coming
to say good luck and, um,
-break a leg.
-Yeah. Well,
if I fall off the roof,
then a broken leg
will be a good result.
All right, then. Let's go.
Come on.
-ELLIE: Ooh.
Looks pretty quiet.
Well, maybe we should do
a slightly shorter set?
-I mean really quiet.
-(window slides open)
What do you want?
Uh, we're here for the gig.
I'm the musician.
Well, that's pretty tricky.
'Cause we closed
three weeks ago.
I'd take it as a hint, I would.
JACK: I'm gonna have to give up
the part-time jobs,
go back to teaching.
(tires screeching)
-(grunts, sighs)
No. Don't go back to teaching.
I've got no choice.
Jack, if you go back
to teaching,
that is when you've got
no choice.
Yeah, because you'll end up
putting all your genius
into all those kids
and then you won't have any
i-imagination or energy left
to put into your music,
which really matters.
Okay, okay.
Crazy, slightly mad woman.
No one has ever written
this many great songs
in this short a time.
-How do you do it?
-Honestly, I don't know.
-(laughter) -Sometimes
it feels like someone else
has written all the songs.
-Any idea who?
-What's the inspiration behind
"Strawberry Fields Forever"?
-(clears throat) Well...
-Who was your favorite,
John, Paul, George or Ringo?
-Who's your greatest influence?
Jack, is it true that you wrote
"Long and Winding Road" in...
W-Why don't you record in
Abbey Road like they did?
(overlapping shouting)
When can we see
another album, Jack?
Jack, what's the story
behind "Let it Be"?
How'd you come up
with "Yesterday"?
Thank you so much.
We have to go to the roof now.
We'll see you later.
Jack, what was the first song
you ever wrote?
Jack, what are you gonna
play for us today?
It's a nice bar they've got
down there, actually.
You haven't been drinking,
have you?
No, I have not.
Well, y-yeah, I have.
But I find a couple of pints
midday sharpens my senses.
-I'm not sure it does, mate.
-Right, here goes.
Actually, before I open
this door, can I just say,
for a long time I didn't really
know why I'd been born.
Felt a bit pointless.
But now I do know.
I was born to serve the
greatest musician of all time.
It is my honor now
to open this door
for the moment the entire world
has been waiting for.
Thanks, Rock.
Oh, it's certainly been one
hell of a journey, hasn't it?
So it has. So it has.
Here goes.
No, that's not...
Uh, wrong door.
Um, let us, let us continue
our journey together.
Here it does go.
(crowd cheering)
(helicopter blades whirring)
Jack! Jack! Jack!
Jack! Jack! Jack!
CROWD (chanting):
Jack! Jack! Jack!
Thank you, Gorleston!
(cheering continues)
CROWD (chanting):
Jack! Jack! Jack!
Come on, Jack!
When I was younger
So much younger than today
I never needed anybody's help
in any way
But now these days are gone,
I'm not so self-assured
I found that I've changed my
mind, I opened up the door
Help me if you can,
I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you
being 'round
Help me get my feet
back on the ground
Won't you please,
please help me?
And now my life has changed
in oh, so many ways
My independence seems
to vanish in the haze
But every now and then
I feel so insecure
I find that I need you
like I've never done before
Help me if you can,
I'm feeling down
And I do appreciate you
being 'round
Help me get my feet
back on the ground
Won't you please, please
help me, help me, help me
Help me!
-Oh, my God!
(knocking on door)
ROCKY: Just hang on
a minute, all right?
Hey. Uh,
these... these two have
been waiting to see you
for an hour and they're
genuinely a weird pair.
(door closes)
Shall I tell them
to sod right off? Or...
No, let 'em in.
All right, weirdos.
Two minutes.
You can go now, Rock.
I'll be fine.
I wonder if we could have
a little talk.
-(door closes)
'Cause I saw you went to Penny
Lane and Strawberry Fields.
Eleanor Rigby's grave.
I know.
'Cause you can't sing songs
about places
you've never even been to.
I thought as much.
Well, we just wanted to say
thank you, that's all.
Thank me?
We three seem to be
the only ones who remember.
And we can't sing.
So, we just wanted to say...
thanks very much.
Myself also.
From bottom of heart.
Oh, my God!
I thought you were gonna
arrest me, or...
-No. It's just lovely
to hear the songs. -Yeah.
I have missed them so.
Can't remember
any of the lyrics.
-No. I'm struggling there
as well. -I know.
"For the Benefit of Mr. Kite's"
in completely the wrong order.
-Very big mess, indeed.
-Oh, yeah.
And "Hey Dude"? Really?
I can't apologize.
It was bloody Ed Sheeran.
But this is amazing!
Oh, God!
'Cause I feel like
I-I've been running around
a foreign country and I've
finally bumped into two people
who can speak English.
'Cause no one has ever heard of
Sgt. Pepper's
Lonely Hearts Club Band.
No one's ever lived
in a yellow submarine
-Submarine. A yellow submarine.
- A yellow submarine
A yellow submarine
-We all live in
a yellow submarine. -We do.
I-I live in "Octopus Garden."
Oh, you see.
See, here's my take,
young Jack.
A world without The Beatles,
is a world
that's infinitely worse.
So, thank you.
And use it well.
I'm trying, but it's hard.
There's so much money
and success coming,
but I feel like I've become
the definition of living a lie.
Well, I can see it might
feel like that.
We thought this might help.
I beg your pardon?
Here. We've done... (sighs)
a lot of digging.
-(door closes)
(wind whistling)
Can I help?
I don't know.
Are you John?
That's right.
-From Liverpool?
-That's right.
It's an honor to meet you.
Have you had a happy life?
But not successful.
I just said "very happy."
That means successful.
Did a job I enjoyed
day after day.
Sailed the world.
Fought for things
I believed in and won...
a couple of times.
Found a woman I loved.
Fought hard to keep her, too.
Lived my life with her.
Fought hard for her?
There were complica...
Sorry, what-what's your name?
There were complications,
young Jack.
Loss and gain.
Prejudice and pride.
it all turned out just...
How's your love life?
I let her slip away.
Try to get her back.
You want a good life?
It's not complicated.
Tell the girl you love
that you love her.
And tell the truth to everyone
whenever you can.
Can I give you a hug?
It's so good to see you.
How old are you?
You made it to 78.
You're a very strange man.
But go ahead.
(Jack sighs)
JOHN: You need serious
psychiatric help.
Not anymore.
(ringtone plays): I'm in love
with the shape of you
-How can I help?
I need to ask quite a big
and strange favor.
(Ed vocalizing)
All right?
My boy.
Poor Ed.
John the Baptist.
Nice guy,
one or two pretty good songs,
but was basically
warming the world up for you.
The Messiah.
Soon to be the most successful
artist in the history of music.
And the reason
I'm going to be buying
not just one more house
in Malibu,
but the entire beachfront.
-(sighs) Well, it's good
to see you, Debra. -Um...
d... So, does anybody know
why you're actually here?
I'm gonna spice up Ed's set
with a couple of songs,
and then, um,
there's a little something
I want to say.
Songs, I love songs.
Thing you'd like to say...
I'd keep it brief.
I've never heard you say
anything interesting before.
I don't know why tonight
would be the big breakthrough.
-(chuckles softly)
-Have a good show.
Thank you. Helpful.
(muffled cheering)
You're on.
-Is she here?
-Remember the plan.
When I get to the last song...
Hey, I'm ready.
Thank you.
Thank you very much.
Now, the gig is not quite over.
I have one last surprise
for you all.
I'm gonna bring on
an old friend.
I know him as my dodgy
Moscow support act,
you know him as a man that
writes very, very good songs.
Wembley Stadium, please make
some noise for Mr. Jack Malik!
All right.
Over to you, maestro.
please welcome to the stage,
the greatest human being
who ever lived.
My best friend.
Your hero.
Sir Jack Malik!
-Yeah, Jack!
-Jack! Jack!
-Jack! Whoo!
(cheering quiets)
Well, she was just 17
You know what I mean
And the way she looked
Was way beyond compare
Here comes the sun
Here comes the sun,
and I say
It's all right
So, when did you first realize
that your son
was too good for you?
-(laughs) - Sun, sun, sun,
here it comes
Back in the US,
back in the US
Back in the USSR
Nothing you can say
But you can learn
how to play the game
It's easy
(band playing)
Nothing you can make
that can't be made
Nothing you can save
-Brass band, huh?
- That can't be saved
-Are we paying these jokers?
- Nothing you can do
But you can learn
how to be you in time
It's easy
All you need is love
All you need is love
-Come backstage, Ellie.
-What? (chuckles)
- All you need is love
-Coming through.
- Love, love is all you need
-Yeah, excuse me.
All you need is love
All together now!
Come, come, come, come,
come, come, come. See that?
Yeah. Just...
-Just stand right there. Yeah,
stand there. Trust me. -What?
Love is all you need.
And now, there's, um,
there's someone I'd like
to introduce you to.
If we could just switch on
the backstage camera.
-Oh! (laughs)
-Oh! (laughs) It's Ellie!
This is Ellie.
-LUCY: Hi, Ellie!
JACK: And when I had no fans,
Ellie was my only fan.
The only person in the world
who believed in me.
And that's why, tonight,
I asked Ed
if I could come on and play,
'cause I want to tell her...
and you,
-what I've done.
-WOMAN: What are you saying?
Darn it, Ellie,
I've been untrue.
All the songs I've sung tonight
were really written
and performed by four men
called John Lennon,
Paul McCartney, George Harrison
and Ringo Starr.
The Beatles.
They were the real geniuses.
Me, I'm just a, sort of,
go-between to, well,
get their astonishing stuff
into the world.
-MAN: Beatles? -And, uh, I-I-I
passed their amazing work off
as my own so I could look like
I was amazing, too.
(crowd jeering)
I want you all to know that
I'm not gonna take any money
for this work that isn't mine.
So, you can have
all the songs for free.
Rocky, do it.
Right. Here goes.
JACK: They're being released,
for free, online now.
And I'd love to not
take any more praise for it.
So, um...
I'm so sorry.
And while I'm at it, there's
one other thing to say as well,
because... I've been a fool
twice over.
And I want to thank Ellie...
-for her love.
(Carol sighs)
And, Ellie...
-I love you.
-(laughs): Oh.
I always have.
That's definitely enough
talking for one night.
But it's been a blast.
-MAN: We love you, Jack!
We still love you!
(cheering continues)
(cheering loudly)
Where's the stage?
What floor is this?
Where is the goddamn stage?!
-Oh, my God.
-I know.
-(sighs) -That's a lot
of information to take in.
I know.
Well, if you'd told me I was
gonna be on the big screen,
I'd have got my hair done.
I'm sorry.
You didn't write
any of the songs?
That is very bad behavior.
-On a global scale.
It's very bad.
Well, this is a strange one.
Of course I've always known
I was number two.
But that's not
a bad place to be.
Some of the best songs
never made it to number one.
"Common People" by Pulp,
for a start.
It's a total classic.
And obviously all I want
is for Ellie to be happy.
Best man I ever met.
-(sighs) Thank you, Gavin.
-MAN: He's here.
-He's here! -Go on.
-What is that?
-Oh, God. -GAVIN: Go!
-Jack! -Jack!
-Oh, my... We should
definitely go! -Yeah, yeah.
-(all clamoring)
Where's that lying
son of a bitch?
Move, idiots!
Look, he's here!
Jack, please take me with you.
No one else will employ me.
I-I'm rubbish at my job.
Just hold them off, Rocky.
In the name of money, stop!
Get back here, you stupid,
English mother...
-Uh, ooh. Sorry, Debra.
Debra, stop this.
-You're embarrassing yourself.
It's such a beautiful night
To make a change
in our lives
East Anglian sky,
empty bottle of wine
I got you by my side
Talking 'bout love and life
Oh, how lucky you're mine
when I look in your eyes
What a wonderful way
to spend a moment or two
To be lying awake
and be here talking to you
I got somethin' to say
and know what I gotta do
To be making a change,
now the moment of truth
Why am I feeling
so nervous?
When things are going
so perfect
But I know
that it's worth it
To spend forever with you
And so I count to three
And get on one knee
And I ask you
Darling, honestly
I've waited all this time
Just to make it right
So, I'll ask you tonight
"Will you marry me?"
Just say yes
One word,
one love, one life...
Oh, I feel like Harry Potter
after he defeated Voldemort.
At last, everything can go
back to normal.
Isn't normal wonderful?
Harry Potter. Who's he?
Your hand in mine
Some things were
just meant to be
Hearts intertwined
- Some things were
just meant to be -No one.
- In perfect time
Some things were
just meant to be
Time for bed.
-(sighs) Time.
- Oh, you and I
Some things were
just meant to be.
(acoustic guitar playing)
Desmond has a barrow
in the marketplace
Molly is a singer
with a band
Desmond says to Molly,
"Girl, I like your face"
And Molly says this
as she takes him by the hand
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da
Life goes on, brah
how their life goes on
In a couple of years they
have built a home sweet home
With a couple of kids
running in the yard
Of Desmond and Molly Jones
Happy ever after
in the marketplace
Molly lets the children
lend a hand
Desmond stays at home
and does a pretty face
And in the evening
she's a singer in a band
One last time!
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da
Life goes on, brah
how their life goes on
Ob-la-di, ob-la-da
Life goes on, brah
how their life goes on
And if you want some fun!
Take Ob-la-di-bla-da.
(cheering continues)
Hey, Jude
Don't make it bad
Take a sad song
and make it better
Remember to let her
into your heart
Then you can start
To make it better
Hey, Jude, don't be afraid
You were made to
Go out and get her
The minute you let her
under your skin
Then you begin
to make it better
And anytime
you feel the pain
Hey, Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world
Upon your shoulders
For well you know
that it's a fool
Who plays it cool
By making his world
A little colder
Nah, nah-nah, nah-nah,
nah-nah, nah-nah
Hey, Jude
Don't let me down
You have found her,
now go and get her
Remember to let her
into your heart
Then you can start
to make it better
So let it out and let it in
Hey, Jude, begin
You're waiting for someone
To perform with
And don't you know
that it's just you
Hey, Jude, you'll do
The movement you need
Is on your shoulder
Nah, nah-nah, nah-nah
Nah-nah, nah-nah, yeah
Hey, Jude
Don't make it bad
Take a sad song
and make it better
Remember to let her
under your skin
Then you'll begin
To make it better
Better, better, better,
better, better
I'm begging you
Oh! Yeah...
- Nah, nah, nah-nah, nah-nah
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Nah-nah, nah-nah
Hey, Jude
Nah, nah-nah,
nah-nah, nah-nah
Nah-nah, nah-nah
Hey, Jude
Nah, nah-nah,
nah-nah, nah-nah
Nah-nah, nah-nah
Hey, Jude
Nah, nah-nah,
nah-nah, nah-nah
Nah-nah, nah-nah
Hey, Jude
Jude, Judy, Judy,
Judy, Judy, Judy, ow, wow!
- Nah, nah-nah, nah-nah,
nah-nah - Oh, my, my, my
Nah-nah, nah-nah
Hey, Jude
Jude, Jude, Jude,
Jude, Jude
Nah, nah-nah,
nah-nah, nah-nah
- Yeah, yeah, yeah
- Nah-nah, nah-nah
- Hey, Jude - Yeah, you
know you can make it, Jude
Jude, you're
not gonna break it
Nah, nah-nah
- Don't make it bad, Jude
- Nah-nah, nah-nah
- Take a sad song and make it
better - Nah-nah, nah-nah
- Hey, Jude
- Oh, Jude, Jude, hey, Jude
Nah, nah-nah,
nah-nah, nah-nah
- Ooh, Jude
- Nah-nah, nah-nah
Hey, Jude
Oh, yeah
Nah, nah-nah,
nah-nah, nah-nah
Hey, hey
Nah-nah, nah-nah
Hey, Jude
Now, Jude, Jude,
Jude, Jude, Jude
- Nah, nah-nah, nah-nah,
nah-nah - Yeah, yeah, yeah
Oh, yeah, yeah
Nah-nah, nah-nah
- Hey, Jude
Nah, nah-nah,
nah-nah, nah-nah
Nah-nah, nah-nah
Hey, Jude
Nah, nah-nah,
nah-nah, nah-nah
Pain won't come back, Jude
Nah-nah, nah-nah
Hey, Jude
Nah, nah-nah,
nah-nah, nah-nah
Nah-nah, nah-nah
Hey, Jude
- Nah, nah-nah, nah-nah,
nah-nah - Yeah...
Make it through
Nah-nah, nah-nah
- Hey, Jude
- Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah...
Nah, nah-nah,
nah-nah, nah-nah
Nah-nah, nah-nah
- Hey, Jude - Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen
Nah, nah-nah,
nah-nah, nah-nah
Nah-nah, nah-nah
Hey, Jude
Nah, nah-nah,
nah-nah, nah-nah
Nah-nah, nah-nah
Hey, Jude
Well, then a nah, nah-nah,
nah-nah, nah-nah
Nah-nah, nah-nah
Hey, Jude.
(song fades)