Galileo:
Nothing. Nothing at all.
Pop:
Bummer.
Galileo:
There aren't any instruments here! There
isn't even any rock.
Pop:
Just rubble.
Galileo:
This place must have been destroyed centuries
ago. It's no place of
champions any more, if it ever was. I've
failed, Scaramouche. I'll never
find where the holy axe was hidden. I'll
never play the lost riffs. My
dreams - they never came true.
Scaramouche:
Don't blame yourself, Gazza. It's not your
fault.
Galileo:
Thanks, Scaramouche.
Scaramouche:
I mean it's not your fault you're a spineless,
gutless, whinging little
crybaby!
Galileo:
Excuse me?
Scaramouche: (Video)
I know why you can't find the guitar, mate!
What was it Pop said? Queen
wove deep and terrible spells to protect
the instruments from those not
worthy of playing them!
Galileo:
You mean me?
Pop:
Ouch.
Scaramouche:
What do you think the mighty Queen died
for? What? So you could act like
a pathetic little coward? You wanted to
be a rock star? They wouldn't
let you in a boy band!
Galileo:
Hey! Babe! I'm getting a little sick of
this self-righteous thing of
yours, all right? We tried, we failed. The
instruments aren't here. Get
over it!
Scaramouche:
Then we'll just have to make music without
them!
Galileo:
What? A capella?
Pop:
No!
Scaramouche:
If necessary!
Pop:
No! It is never necessary!
Scaramouche:
Isn't that what it was all about? In the
beginning? It was kids, doing
it for themselves! They were playing in
the streets, in the garages!
Pop:
Yes, it was, it was!
Scaramouche:
So come on, Gazza! Where's the bloke I
used to love? Where's the bloke
with the lead in his pencil? Where is Shagileo
Gigolo?
Galileo:
Right here, babe!
Scaramouche:
Then prove it! Are we gonna rock, or what?
Galileo:
Yes! Yes we are! I don't need any second-hand
instruments to make music
with, I can make music on my own. The music
of a human being, and not of
a machine!
Scaramouche:
Right on!
Pop:
Hello, Wembley!
/(silence) /
Galileo:
But not without you, Scaramouche. Don't
you remember what Britney Spears
said before he died? Making music is about
love. You do it for your
baby. And I can only do it for you. I love
you with all my heart. Please
come back to me. Because if you don't, I
don't know if I can do this
thing. And the kids'll forever be in chains!
Scaramouche:
Oh, god. Talk about emotional blackmail:
/(she kisses him)
/
Pop:
Ooh, I've gone all tingly.
/(they part) /
Scaramouche:
So - let's rock!
Galileo:
Yeah!
I don't know how to start.
Scaramouche:
Well, come on buddy, you're a boy:.
Pop:
Make a big noise!
Scaramouche:
Playing in the street:
Pop:
:gonna be a big man some day!
Galileo:
Wait - that's it. **
*Buddy:
Buddy, you're a boy
Make a big noise
Playing in the street
Gonna be a big man some day
You got mud on your face
You big disgrace
Kicking your can all over the place
*
Pop:
What a curiously exhilarating collection
of words!
Galileo:
Scaramouche - can you hear it? The beat!
It's returning!
/(sure enough, we
hear the beat. Soon we can hear it all over
the
auditorium, as well) /
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