REEL TWO

Dylan: (Looking increasingly tired and distressed) I wanna go back home. I wanna go back home, man, see a baseball game, all-night TV. I come from a land of paradise, man.
Lennon: (In thick Northern accent, very sarcastically) Sounds great.
R. Stevie: OK!
Dylan: Well, I could make it sound so great that you wouldn't have the capacity to speak.
(Lennon is silent)
Dylan: (No longer "acting") Hey, I'm very sick, man. I'll be glad when this is over, 'cos I'm getting very sick here.
Lennon: With the tremors?
Dylan: Are you getting sick here? (Pennebaker leans out of the limo and shoots Dylan through the window) Is it pouring yet? Hey, that's a good shot, but why don't you bring it back in 'cos it's cold. (He scowls, then groans, struck by a wave of nausea) Aw! How far are we from the hotel, Tom?
Tom: Five minutes.
Dylan: Oh, wow.
R. Stevie: Ooh.
Lennon: Permission to land, Tom.
Dylan: Oh God, I don't wanna get sick here. (Head in hands) What if I vomit into the camera? I've done just about everything else into that camera, man, I might just vomit into it.
Pennebaker: It'd make a nice ending, wouldn't it? Cooking With Dylan we'll call it.
Dylan: But I never throw up. (Gallantly attempting to regain composure) So tell me John, how long have you had a partnership with Macy's?
Lennon: The Macy Brothers themselves, we've had a partnership of 13, 14 years I guess.
Dylan: And you're a new cat, a new youngster, from Canada, right?
Lennon: Canada, yes, rootin' tootin' Quebec, you know.
R. Stevie: No.
Dylan: (Abandoning the improvisation) Aw, I'm very sick. How far are we out of town?
Tom: About ten minutes.
Dylan: Awww!
R. Stevie: Please!
Tom: Do you want to head back?
Dylan: Yeah! Hurry!
Bobby Neuwirth: (Affecting the voice of the BBC World Service interviewer in Don't Look Back) In approximately fifteen seconds from now BBC2 going on the air, in approximately fifteen seconds from now, an interview with Mr Dylan...Mr Dylan, you must remember me from the Jamaicas, I went to school with Bobby Babwebba Babbabably Bawebbly...
Dylan: (Pleading) Aw, don't do it to me, man.
Bobby Neuwirth: All the soul brothers from the BBC will be there. The BBC good guys are at the airport. The BBC bad guys are waiting downtown for you when you get there.
(Dylan looks ever more uncomfortable. He removes his shades and rubs his eyes.)
Lennon: Do you suffer from sore eyes, groovy forehead, or curly hair? Take Zimdon!
Dylan: Aw, no, man.
Lennon: Come, come, boy, it's only a film. Come, come, pull yourself together. Another few dollars, eh? That'll get your head up. Come on, come on, money, money!
Dylan: Haha! Huh! Where are you, Tom?
Bobby Neuwirth: We're in Sherwood forest, Rob. Friar Tuck.
Dylan: (Pleading, about to vomit into camera) Please go back to the hotel.
R. Stevie: And...?
Tom: I'm on the way back now.
Bobby Neuwirth: What's the altitude in here?
Tom: Two thousand feet.