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Paul Is Dead Part 6
PHOTOGRAPHER looks down at his camera, then back to the notes, then back to the camera. He hesitates for an instant. Then he plunks out the rewind lever, flicks it around expertly for a few turns, snaps the camera back open and holds the roll tightly in one hand.
I can’t even tell my editor about this?
You can’t even tell your mother.
But what of the police who were there? The Beeb? The other people?
Let me worry about them. Do we have a deal?
PHOTOGRAPHER looks down at the roll in his hand then back to the wad of cash. He slowly puts the roll on the desk and grabs the bankroll.
Do I have to sign a receipt?
For what? This never happened.
35. INT. EPPING FUNERAL HOME - DAY.
The small funeral parlour is filled to brimming with expansive floral arrangements, however, there is a surprisingly limited number of people present. Waiting in line to walk past the closed casket is BRIAN, RINGO, GEORGE HARRISON, GEORGE MARTIN, PETE BEST, Paul’s father, their mates and a few other people. JOHN and CYNTHIA are not in line, but sitting by the side of the parlour. Suddenly, as GEORGE MARTIN is by the casket with his hand upon it, JOHN stands and marches towards the front. He lunges up to the casket and starts beating on it with his fists.
(screaming out of control)
F**king tosser! Dumb wanker! Stupid s**te!
GEORGE MARTIN and GEORGE HARRISON go to hold JOHN back, but he pushes them back and kicks the casket. Then, JOHN falls to his knees, crying and moaning on the casket.
Paul! Don’t do this to me! I can’t go on without you! Paul! Paul!
36. INT. 1050 CHUM PRESIDENT’S OFFICE - DAY.
Radio Station Owner ALLAN WATERS is sitting by the window looking out onto Yonge Street with WILLIAM CAMPBELL, wearing overlarge nerdy glasses while holding a cup of coffee in his right hand.
So, William, how have you enjoyed your first month as our official Paul?
Well, Mr. Waters... It’s been great... I guess. I’m really having trouble playing the bass backwards.
I know, but the band seems to be covering for you well. And the fans are just eating it up. We were thinking of getting you out of the El Mocambo and the high school circuit and doing a show at O’Keefe Centre.
The O’Keefe? Wow.
I was even going to spring for a vocal coach for you, since you still need a lot of work... but that’s not gonna happen, I’m afraid.
Oh, why? Did I do something wrong? I’ll try harder on the vocals...
No, William. It’s nothing like that. It’s... well, it’s something I can’t even explain. CHUM’s sold your contract.
Sold it? To who?
The Brian Epstein? That Brian Epstein?
Continued In Paul Is Dead Part 7
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