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Paul Is Dead Part 5
31. EXT. ISLINGTON STREET, LONDON – NIGHT.
A crowd from an nearby overnight club is emptying out to witness the carnage. They stand around the wreck, pointing and gazing at the lifeless head.
Oh my God! There’s a head over there...
Sweet Jesus! That looks like f**kin' Paul McCartney!
You’re drunk! That’s not Paul!
Police sirens approach from the distance.
32. INT. ISLINGTON AUDITORIUM, TORONTO – NIGHT.
WILLIAM CAMPBELL is standing goofily at center stage finding it difficult to cope with the adulation of the fans while JUNGLE JAY continues to rile them all up.
Let’s hear it for the winner of the 1050 CHUM Paul McCartney Lookalike Contest for 1966. Toronto, here is your very own Paul! William Campbell!
(jumping excitedly with MRS. SHEARS)
Yeah! Billy! Billy! Billy! Billy!
SLOW CROSSFADE TO:
33. INT. JOHN LENNON’S BEDROOM - DAY.
Slow pan across luxurious Hemel Hempstead mansion bedroom. Mid morning. In a huge dissheveled bed lie JOHN and CYNTHIA LENNON, fast asleep. The phone rings several times. Finally a very sleepy and disoriented CYNTHIA answers the phone.
Mmmm... Wot... Yeah. Sure. Uhuh...
(turns and hands the phone to JOHN)
John, hon, it’s Brian... Another one of his stupid practical jokes... He says Paul is dead...
(pulls the phone over and mumbles)
F**k off Brian!
CYNTHIA hangs up the phone and rolls back towards JOHN to cuddle up and go back to sleep. The phone rings again. CYNTHIA’s foot reaches out from beneath the sheets and knocks the phone off the table and onto the shag carpet.
(barely audible on the phone)
John! John! This is for real! John!
34. INT. BRIAN’S OFFICE - DAY.
BRIAN is screaming into the phone, with tears streaming down his face.
Goddamn it, John! Can you hear me? It’s true! Paul! Paul is dead, John! John! John!
BRIAN slams the phone down, and holds his head in his hands. The intercom beeps. He slams on the bulky button.
Mr. Epstein, the photographer from the Times is here.
BRIAN snaps to attention and wipes the tears from his eyes.
Sally, send him in immediately!
The door opens and a tall, gangly, unshaven PHOTOGRAPHER enters, quite unsure of himself. He is holding a Nikon with a large telephoto.
Good morning, sir. Please sit down.
PHOTOGRAPHER slowly sits in the chair, looking around at the gold records plastering the wall.
So, do you have it?
(stuttering a bit)
Right here. But why do you want it?
We have our reasons...
You’re not really trying to keep something like this out of the papers are you?
All I can say is that I have a thousand quid right here...
BRIAN pulls out a huge wad of banknotes from his top drawer and plunks them on the desk.
And... I would get that... for the film?
Are you certain that there is only one roll?
Just the one that’s still in the camera.
Continued In Paul Is Dead Part 6
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