EX-BEATLE 2



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Whaddya mean you
NEVER
HEARD
O' THEM?





"Children, PLEASE!!!?!"






"Permission to land, Tom"

Transcript of two film reels from the 1966 EAT THE DOCUMENT archives.

It's now 7am. The sun is up over Hyde Park. The limousine trip is nearly over. Lennon is stoned, but distinctly edgy. Dylan is about to be sick. This is the transcript of the two reels that were judged too weird even for Eat The Document.

Scene: the back of a limo.
Dramatis Personae: John Lennon, a Beatle; Bob Dylan, a folk-rock superstar; Bobby Neuwirth, friend of Dylan's and temporary sound recordist; D.A. Pennebaker, cinema verite film-maker; Tom, a chauffeur; and R. Stevie.
Time: early morning.

REEL ONE

Dylan: (peering out of a rainy window as the great car rumbles down the road) There's the mighty Thames. That's what held Hitler back, the mighty Thames. Winston Churchill said that. (To Tom, the chauffeur) Tom, ain't that right? (Louder) Ain't that right, Tom? Tom, I think I'm gonna turn you into Tyrone Power.

Lennon: Say that again, will you Bob?

Dylan: Tom, I think I'm gonna turn you into Ronald Coleman.

Lennon: That's better. That's very much better.

Dylan: Reginald Young. Pee Weedsrom. Or Sleepy John Estes, man. Or Robert Johnson. Go to medical school like J. Carroll Nash...

Lennon: Johnny Cash, or all the rest of them.

Dylan: I have Johnny Cash in my film. Are you gonna shit yourself when you see it. You won't believe it.

Lennon: Hey! John's gonna shit again!

Dylan: He doesn't know. You know what he looks like, right, Johnny Cash? Have you spent much time around him? He moves great. He moves like that. (Makes Dave Berry/human sloth-type gesture). (To Pennebaker) You gotta cut that part of the film, man, 'cos I really like him. He moves like all good people. Like prize fighters. (Smiles directly to camera) Johnny!

Lennon: Johnny! Big River, Big River! (Makes Macca-like thumbs aloft gesture of approval)

Pennebaker: (Putting head around camera and beaming) That's for Johnny, too!

R. Stevie: Cool.

Dylan: Yeah, he's on film too. He's incredible.

Lennon: Quite a guy, huh?

Dylan: Quite a guy, John. Oh man, you shoulda been around last night, John. Today's a drag.

Lennon: Oh really, Bob?

Dylan: Haha! I wish I could talk English, man.

Lennon: Me too, Bobby.

R. Stevie: Yeah.

Dylan: (Pointing to Lennon) He can talk American. (To Tom) Hey, Tom, you've heard me talk in English haven't you? But I can't never do it around John though because (behind back of hand) John's such a great actor, man, that...

Lennon: ...you can't believe that it's me.

Dylan: Is this the mighty Thames, still, Tom? (To Lennon) Remember when I played you those tapes? Do you remember what you said to me? I played you a song and you said...what's the name of your song publishing company?

Lennon: Rick James.

Dylan: Naw, naw. Is that the name of it? That wasn't the name I heard.

Lennon: Northern Songs?

R. Stevie: Yup.

Dylan: Right, that was it. I said, What's Northern Songs? And I was never told, man. I had to go and find out.

Lennon: Didn't they tell you?

Dylan: No, man, they didn't tell me. Someone said, You wanna be on Northern Songs and you laughed and Paul McCartney looked the other way and talked to Ringo...

Lennon: ...and Mick Jagger...

Dylan: ...blew shit from his nose...

Lennon: ...and Rob Roy leapt into the room with a big kilt on and said, Hey, Bobby, have you heard this one?

Dylan: Haha! You haven't lived in Texas, man. I read in the paper that George Harrison spends a lot of time in the States. You've learned a lot from George.

Lennon: (In John Peel-style voice) Tell me about The Mamas & Pappas, Bob. I believe you're backing them bigly.

R. Stevie: Right.

Dylan: I knew it would get to that. I knew it would get to that. Naw. You're just interested in the big chick, right? She's got hold of you too. She's got a hold of everybody I know. Everybody asks me the same thing. You're terrible, man.

Lennon: Do you know Ralph Donner? He's another great one.

Dylan: No, I only know the lesser known ones.

R. Stevie: Like Roger.

Lennon: Barry McGuire's a great war hero.

Dylan: Barry McGuire? He's a good friend of yours, John, I understand.

Lennon: He met me through you, Bob, remember that. He's a great buddy, Sergeant Barry.

Dylan: Haha! Tell me about The Silkies.

Lennon: Naw. We've missed all the good 'uns.

Dylan: Tell me about this pain in my side.

Lennon: Why don't you take something?

Dylan: I've taken a few milligrams of Silkie once. (Dylan then tries to recommence the previous, spectacularly unsuccessful Barry McGuire routine). Barry McGuire tells me he's a great friend of yours.

Lennon: (In unmistakable Tito Burns-style voice - see Don't Look Back) Well, I hate to say this about Barry, Bobby, but I don't know him at all personally, but I did have a letter from his manager saying he was very close to you, being on the bosom of the current folk-a-rock-a boom.

R. Stevie: Naw, naw, naw.

Dylan: Yes, yes.

Lennon: That's the first thing I did hear about Barry himself.

Dylan: But you've never really exchanged correspondence...(breaks off to address Pennebaker, pointing out of the car window) Oh, get those two lovers over there...(To Lennon) You never did, as one of your friends would wish you, you never did meet the chap. Haha!

(Lennon is silent. Reel one ends.)





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