Rocketman (2019) - full transcript

How long is this gonna take?

That's really up to you.

All right, then.

I know how this bit goes.

My name is Elton Hercules John.

And I'm an alcoholic.

And a cocaine addict.

And a sex addict.

And a bulimic.

Mostly shopaholic
who has problems with weed.

Prescription drugs.

And anger management.

Why are you here now?

Well, my dealer was out of town,

I thought this seemed
like a good alternative.

I'm here because I
want to get better.

What were you like
as a child, Elton?

As a child?

♪ I was justified ♪

♪ When I was five ♪

♪ Raising Cain, I spit in your eye ♪

♪ Times are changing,
now the poor get fat ♪

♪ But the fever's gonna catch you
when the bitch gets back ♪

♪ Eat meat on Friday,
that's alright ♪

♪ I even like steak on a
Saturday night ♪

♪ I can bitch the best
at your social do's ♪

♪ I get high in the evening
sniffing pots of glue ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ I'm a bitch, I'm a bitch
Oh, the bitch is back ♪

♪ Stone cold sober
as a matter of fact ♪

♪ I can bitch, I can bitch
'cause I'm better than you ♪

♪ It's the way that I move ♪

♪ The things that I do, oh ♪

♪ Bitch, bitch ♪

♪ The bitch is back ♪

♪ Oh! ♪

♪ Bitch, bitch ♪

♪ The bitch is back ♪

♪ Bitch, bitch ♪

♪ The bitch is back ♪

♪ Bitch, bitch ♪

♪ The bitch is back ♪

Reggie!

You're late!

I've had to throw your dinner
in the bin! Get inside.

Is he back?

What am I, thin air?

Wouldn't get your hopes up.

He's very unreliable
and very selfish.

But will you send him up
if I'm already in bed?

Reggie, move.

I wanna get this
done before I go out.

All right, I'm done.

Put it away before you go out.

Mum, I've got to go.

Where's my car keys?

What?

Did I do something wrong?

Bloody hell, Sheila.

Maybe we should get
him some lessons.

Love to!

Get him out from under my feet.

Go on, play it again.

I wanna play it for Dad.

Managed to drag
yourself home, then.

Hello, Stanley.

- How are you, Ivy?
- Like you care.

Come on. Lettin' in the draft.

How long you're back?

I've got a couple of weeks leave.

Reggie's not long gone to bed.

Go on.

Pop up, say hello.

I'll see him tomorrow.

Any dinner left?

Or have you fed it
all to that boy?

My dad was passionate about

family and music.

Talk for hours about jazz.

Was always hugging me.

I was very lucky.

Was actually a very happy child.

Dad, is it true you play piano?

I'm saving to get lessons.

If you want to sit in here,
you'll have to be quiet.

Listen to my music.

I like this one, Dad.

Never, ever touch my collection
without asking.

When are you going to hug me?

Don't be soft.

What you still doing up?

Learning.

Turn off the light,
go to sleep.

Crumbs! That was energetic.

Play another one!

The Moonlight Sonata, Reggie.

Mum,

my piano teacher thinks I'm
good enough for a scholarship

at the Royal Academy of Music.

The Royal Academy of Music?

It has a nice ring to it.

"Royal".

Scissors.

- What d'you think?
- Uh...

The red one's good.

It's only on Saturdays.

Things to do on weekends.
Can't just drop everything.

I'll take you.

Where are you off to?

Dunno.

Haven't decided yet.

But whatever it is,
you're not invited.

Reggie's piano teacher thinks he's
good enough for a scholarship.

Really?

You think he's got
that kind of talent?

'Course he has.

But you'd know that

if you took the slightest
bit of interest in me

or this family.

Stop looking at that.
You're not a girl.

Can we go home?

Home? No going home.

This is your life.

Never get over that silly shyness.

But Mum says I'm never...

Now everybody's frightened
at the beginning.

You play at being confident.

Life gives you very few chances,
Reggie, and this is one of yours.

You show 'em you can be good
as they are, better, number one.

You can do that, can't you?

Yeah, I suppose.

Good. Go on, then. Here.

This is for a bag of chips
and your bus fare home.

Reginald Dwight?

- Yes.
- How do you do?

Good, thank you.

Take your coat off.

Did you not bring
something to play?

Didn't know I had to.

I see, well...

So, can you show me anything

so I can get a sense
of where you're up to?

Why have you stopped?

That's as far as you got.

You might have a good
memory and a good ear,

but you've an awful
lot of work to do.

So, wrists and back straight.

Let's start with the C major scale,

both hands, two octaves.

Hands off the table, Reginald.
Stop making that noise!

What you looking at me for?

♪ I want love ♪

♪ But it's impossible ♪

♪ A man like him ♪

♪ So irresponsible ♪

♪ A man like him ♪

♪ Is dead in places ♪

♪ Other men feel liberated ♪

♪ I can't love ♪

♪ Shot full of holes ♪

♪ Don't feel nothing ♪

♪ I just feel cold ♪

♪ Don't feel nothing ♪

♪ Just old scars ♪

♪ Toughening up ♪

♪ Around my heart ♪

♪ I want love ♪

♪ On my own terms ♪

♪ After everything ♪

♪ I have learned ♪

♪ Me, I carry too much baggage ♪

♪ Oh, God, I've seen ♪

♪ So much traffic ♪

♪ But I want love ♪

♪ Just a different kind ♪

♪ I want love ♪

♪ Won't break me down ♪

♪ Won't brick me up ♪

♪ Won't fence me in ♪

♪ I want a love ♪

♪ That'll mean something ♪

♪ That's a love I want ♪

♪ I want love ♪

Boy, there's a boy there.

Reggie, what you doing?

Hello, son, I'm Fred.

I'm a friend to your mum's.

You've tied me down
with that kid years ago.

And now I've finally
got a reason to leave.

And be rid of you and
this bloody house!

He didn't even give
me hug goodbye.

He's no good at
showing affection.

Never has been.

I wish I was someone else.

Oh, don't be silly.

Well, how do you think I felt?

I was a kid.

Heartbroken.

People don't care
though, do they?

Anyway...

I'd discovered records.

And rock and roll.

♪ Well, it's one for the money ♪

♪ Two for the show ♪

♪ Three to get ready
Now go, cat, go, but don't you ♪

I know you like him.
He's quite a dish.

- Oh, what?
- And Mum!

Thanks, Mum.

It's fantastic!

Are you serious about wanting
to be a rock and roller?

Yeah, of course.

Got to get you
the proper haircut, eh?

Can I get it cut like Elvis?

Enjoy it while it lasts.

He's like my side of the family.

He'll be bald as an egg
by the time he's 20.

Congratulations to Dave

who's won four pork chops
off a pan of fry minced

and a string of sausages.

Hey, thank you all. Thank you!

Now, Sheila and Fred's
boy is gonna sing us

a couple of songs on the piano.

Reggie Dwight!

Go on, boy!

Hello.

Bloody hell. Have you got a fag?

Rubbish!

Reg, Reg!

Play the one I like.

Excuse me.

- You can't put that there.
- Why not?

It'll get knocked off.

♪ It's getting late,
have you seen my mates? ♪

♪ Ma, tell me when
the boys get here ♪

♪ It's seven o'clock
and I want to rock ♪

♪ Want to get a
belly full of beer ♪

♪ My old man's drunker than
a barrel full of monkeys ♪

♪ And my old lady
she don't care ♪

♪ My sister looks cute
in her braces and boots ♪

♪ A handful of
grease in her hair ♪

♪ Oh, don't give us none
of your aggravation ♪

♪ We had it with
your discipline ♪

♪ Saturday night's
alright for fighting ♪

♪ Get a little action in ♪

♪ Get about as oiled
as a diesel train ♪

♪ Gonna set this dance alight ♪

♪ Saturday night's
the night I like ♪

♪ Saturday night's alright ♪

♪ Alright, alright ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

Hey!

♪ Well, they're packed pretty
tight in here tonight ♪

♪ I'm looking for a dolly
who'll see me right ♪

♪ I may use a little
muscle to get what I need ♪

♪ I may sink a little
drink and shout out ♪

♪ She's with me! ♪

♪ Couple of the sounds
that I really like ♪

♪ Are the sounds of a
switchblade and a motorbike ♪

♪ I'm a juvenile product
of the working class ♪

♪ Whose best friend floats
in the bottom of a glass ♪

♪ Saturday! Saturday! Saturday! ♪

♪ Saturday! Saturday! Saturday! ♪

♪ Saturday! Saturday!
Saturday night's alright ♪

♪ Saturday! Saturday! Saturday! ♪

♪ Saturday! Saturday! Saturday! ♪

♪ Saturday! Saturday!
Saturday night's alright ♪

Fight!

♪ Oh, don't give us none
of your aggravation ♪

♪ We had it with
your discipline ♪

♪ 'Cause Saturday night's
alright for fighting ♪

♪ Get a little action in ♪

♪ Get about as oiled
as a diesel train ♪

♪ Gonna set this dance alight ♪

♪ Saturday night's
the night I like ♪

♪ Saturday night's alright ♪

♪ Alright, alright ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Saturday! Saturday! Saturday! ♪

♪ Saturday! Saturday! Saturday! ♪

♪ Saturday! Saturday!
Saturday night's alright ♪

Here you go, Dave.

They won't bite.
Have a word.

Good show tonight, boys.

You look like you know
how to enjoy yourselves.

How'd you like to make
two quid a week...

each?

Go on.

I'm a soul promoter.

And I've got two
new American acts

doing a tour of England
sans they all need backup.

I'll need to know by
tomorrow lunch time.

♪ Like a madman
walking the morning ♪

♪ Heading for the
walls of heartache ♪

♪ Working everyday ♪

♪ Bringing home the
pay of heartbreak ♪

♪ You are down and
the walls get higher ♪

♪ Then you feel all the
tears you're cryin' ♪

♪ I got to bring it back ♪

♪ I'm workin' till the
day I'm dyin' oh, yeah ♪

♪ Take it down, take it
down, take it down ♪

♪ Breakin' down the
walls of heartache ♪

♪ Brick by brick
I'm tearin' it down ♪

So, how does a fat
boy from Pinner

with glasses called Reggie Dwight

get to be a song writer, eh?

Write some songs.

♪ And the faces
there before me ♪

♪ Spread the word
like no tomorrow ♪

♪ Your letter of goodbye ♪

♪ Is written on the
walls of sorrow ♪

I'm a skinny black kid
from Detroit

whose real name is Rodney Jones.

And I played roadside
joints for ten years

before I realized
what I had to do.

What, change your name?

It's not just your name.

You gotta kill the person
you were born to be

in order to become the
person you want to be.

♪ Got to tear down all
the loneliness and tears ♪

♪ And build you up
a house of love ♪

♪ Breakin' down the
walls of heartache ♪

♪ Listen up, baby! ♪

♪ Breakin' down the
walls of heartache ♪

♪ Breakin' down the
walls of heartache ♪

♪ Brick by brick,
I'll tear it down ♪

Have a good show.

It's on your hands.

Fuck off, mate.

- Elton?
- Yeah?

I'm thinking of
changing my name.

Yeah, great.

I'm thinking of changing
it to Elton Dean.

Well, that's my name.

Yeah, I know.
What d'you think?

I think, fuck off.

Right.

♪ Thank you for all
of your lovin' ♪

♪ Thank you for all
of your tears ♪

♪ Thank you for all
of your kindness ♪

Piano players, I've got
ten a penny, mate.

I sing, too.

What sort of stuff?

Uh, anything, uh...

Rock, soul, country and western.

Bloody hell, I'm gonna shoot
the next piano player

who sings Streets of Laredo.

Uh, well, I write stuff, too.

That was good.

I mean, it could
do with some words.

Yeah, that's the
part I struggle with.

What's it called?

Oh, no, just made that up.

Just now?

What did you say
your name was again?

Elton.

- Elton?
- Mm.

Elton what?

John.

Elton John.

What are you doing in my office?

Just taking a meeting.

I'll make you a cup of tea
then, shall I...

Boss?

All right, Elton John,
the piano player.

Thank you so much for coming in.
Leave your details on your way...

Please, Mr. Williams.

Give me a chance.

Uh, um, all right, uh...

See if there's anything interesting
in this one and set it to music.

- Okay, well, I'll see you soon.
- Thank you for coming in.

- Will I hear from you?
- We'll be in touch.

We'll be in touch.
Thank you.

Okay. Uh, thanks so much
for your time.

No worries.

- One frothy coffee, no froth.
- Thanks.

We close in an hour.

- Bernie Taupin?
- Yeah.

- You must be Elton?
- Yeah.

- Hi.
- Well, it's my stage name.

Well, y-you can tell
me your real name

when we get to know
each other better.

Right.

- Uh.
- Um.

- Have you ever...? Sorry.
- I was thinking... Sorry.

No, no, please. After you.

I like your lyrics.

Thank you.

Yeah, I got the tape
that you sent. It's great.

Really good.

Thanks.

Oh, hang on, uh...

Yeah, don't-don't
bother with that one,

that wasn't supposed
to be in there.

No, no, that's really good.

I wrote a tune to it.

- Yeah, I...
- Border Song?

Yeah.

I read it and I could
hear the whole tune in my head.

It was all there, I could see all the
notes and I just had to get it out.

It's like my fingers
couldn't work fast enough

to keep up with my brain.

D'you ever get
anything like that?

Um, not really, no.

I can write more for you
though, Elton.

I'll just send them down to you.

Great. That'd be good.

Great.

My real name's Reggie Dwight.

Oh, cool.

Yeah, it sounds like
a cowboy name.

Yeah, all I ever, uh...

All I ever wanted to be
was a cowboy, you see.

D'you like country
and western music?

- Yeah.
- Yeah, it's good, innit?

Have you heard Streets of Laredo
by Marty Robbins?

- Mmm.
- Wfoo.

That's good.

♪ As I walked out on
the streets of Laredo ♪

♪ As I walked out
on Laredo one day ♪

♪ I spied a poor cowboy ♪

♪ Wrapped in white linen ♪

♪ Wrapped in white linen
as cold as the clay ♪

- It's a good song.
- It is good.

♪ I can see by your outfit
that you are a cowboy ♪

♪ These words he did say
as I boldly walked by ♪

♪ Come sit down beside me
and hear my sad story ♪

♪ Got shot in the breast
and I know I must die ♪

- Good.
- Yeah.

- Good song.
- Yeah, good song.

Well, anyway,
all of these are great.

♪ Holy Moses ♪

♪ I have been removed ♪

♪ I have seen the spectre ♪

♪ He has been here too ♪

♪ Distant cousin from down the line ♪

♪ Brand of people who ain't my kind ♪

♪ Holy Moses ♪

♪ I have been removed ♪

What are you gonna do?

♪ Holy Moses ♪

♪ Let us live in peace ♪

♪ Let us try to find a way ♪

♪ To make all hatred cease ♪

♪ There's a man over there ♪

♪ What's his color? I don't care ♪

♪ He's my brother ♪

♪ Let us live in peace ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ He's my brother ♪

♪ Let us live in peace ♪

♪ Oh ♪

♪ He's my brother ♪

♪ Let us live ♪

♪ Let us live in peace ♪

Am I supposed to be impressed?

It's catchy, Dick.

These guys are special.
I've got an instinct for these things.

All right, don't break your
neck sucking your own cock.

Maybe we can put these two
into a little B combo.

He's a good looking one.

We'll make him the singer.

Well, no, hold on,
I'm tone deaf.

Elton is... he sings the songs.

Yeah, I could just take those
songs and leave, if you like.

Oh, oh, oh, alright,
alright, no offense.

Don't get your
knickers in a twist.

They are writing a lot
of great tunes, Dick.

There's one that's perfect for Lulu.

Easy, tiger.

You, uh, you flatmates?

No, we live with our mums.

So, I do the writing, I

send it down to him
and then he adds the music.

Whoever heard of songwriters
not living together?

Yes, Lennon and McCartney
are inseparable.

- How many songs you got?
- Oh, hundreds.

Play another one.

All right.

♪ Daniel is traveling
tonight on a plane ♪

Depressing. Another one.

♪ And I guess that's why
they call it the blues ♪

What the fuck is that about?

♪ Time on my... ♪

♪ Guess there are
times like these ♪

♪ When we all need to
share a little pain ♪

Were you takin' a piss?

Sounds like 99% of 'em are shit.

It's the one percent
I'm interested in.

Ray says you're an investment.

But Ray knows fuck all.

You're a couple of pricks,
as far as I can tell.

So, quit that backing
band nonsense.

Find a place to work together.

And write me tunes

that gray-haired old tramps'll
whistle in the street.

You never know,

one day,

might have enough for an album.

Do that,

and I'll put on ten quid a week.

♪ If anyone should see me
making it down the highway ♪

♪ Breaking all the
laws of the land ♪

♪ Don't you try to stop me ♪

Ooh! My wonderful new lodgers!

Oh, they're struggling rock stars.

Hello. I'm Bernie.

Never heard of a rock star
with a name Bernie.

So what are your
plans, now... Elton?

Not too sure.

I've written a lot of songs,
enough for an album.

Mm-hmm.

And Elton's got himself
a girlfriend now.

Arabella, our new landlady.

Yep.

So what about rock and roll?

What about hot chicks
and cocaine orgies?

What about fame and fortune?

What about the fact
that you're a fag?

A what?

Your little friend
is a homosexual.

No, I've got a girlfriend.

When's that ever
stopped anybody?

Are you?

Don't know.

Would it matter if I was, Bernie?

No. Not to me.

Might matter to Arabella though.

I'm agreein' on that.

Oh, fuck.

♪ That's my
rock and roll Madonna ♪

♪ She's always been
a lady of the road ♪

♪ Well, everybody wants her ♪

Shh, shh...

Bins everywhere.

- Oh, no, no, Bernie.
- What?

What is it now?

What am I gonna do?

You're going to tell her.

And break her heart?

Not sure if she has one.

Would you please
keep the noise down?

Gonna wake up the
whole bloody street!

Come on. Yeah.

There's so much that
we gotta do. It's like...

There's worlds to conquer.
I mean, America.

Wide open spaces.

Tower Records.

Listen, the songs are great.

And people keep asking.
They're like,

"Who's that singing
on the demos?"

And that you are a
shit hot piano player.

You have an amazing voice.

And I'm telling you, there is
something special that happens

when you sing our songs.

Yeah, but Dick said, he said my
hands are like midget boxers.

Oh, who cares what Dick thinks?

I just don't know if I'm

what they're looking for.

It's time for you to be out front.

I love you, mate.

I do, but

not in that way.

Yeah.

Elton?

Time for bed.

We became inseparable
after that.

The brother I never had.

D'you know in 20 years,

we have never had

a single argument, not once.

Anyway, I took his advice.

Told Arabella.

She took it very well, actually.

You bastard!

She's got my piano.

You shameless beast!

Your music's as
shitty as you are!

All right, Mum.

I knew you'd be back.

You'll have to pay rent.

I'm not made of money.

- Morning.
- Morning.

- Oh, get dressed, Reggie!
- Elton.

I'm not having you moping
around here all day.

We're song writing.

Oh, yeah?

Looks like it's going well.

Right, I'm not having
a mess in this house.

It's nice and tidy and
that's how I want it to stay.

I'll not have a doss
house around here.

I can't do everything.
I can't cook and clean and wash.

Mm-hmm.

Rely upon me to do everything.
It's not fair.

There's egg on this.

I better go, uh...

take a shave, I think.

Thanks for breakfast.

♪ Feeling in G... ♪

♪ Na-na-da... na-na ♪

♪ Da-da-da-da ♪

♪ It's a little bit funny ♪

♪ This feeling inside ♪

♪ I'm not one of those who can ♪

♪ Easily hide ♪

♪ Don't have much money but ♪

♪ Boy, if I did ♪

♪ I'd buy a big house where ♪

♪ We both could live ♪

♪ If I was a sculptor ♪

♪ But then again, no ♪

♪ Or a man
who makes potions in a ♪

♪ Travelin' show ♪

♪ I know it's not much ♪

♪ But it's the best ♪

♪ I can do ♪

♪ My gift is my song and ♪

♪ This one's for you ♪

♪ So excuse me forgetting ♪

♪ But these things I do ♪

♪ You see, I've forgotten ♪

♪ If they're green ♪

♪ Or they're blue ♪

♪ Anyway, the thing is ♪

♪ What I really mean ♪

♪ Yours are the sweetest eyes ♪

♪ I've ever seen ♪

♪ And you can tell everybody ♪

♪ This is your song ♪

♪ It may be quite simple but ♪

♪ Now that it's done ♪

♪ I hope you don't mind ♪

♪ I hope you don't mind ♪

♪ That I put down in words ♪

♪ How wonderful life is ♪

♪ While you're in the world ♪

♪ I hope you don't mind ♪

♪ I hope you don't mind ♪

♪ That I put down in words ♪

♪ How wonderful life is ♪

♪ While you're in the world ♪

How's that?

I love it.

Best thing I've heard
since Let It Be.

Trans-fuckin'-Atlantic.

Always knew you boys could do it.

First thing I'm gonna do
is put you on a three-album deal.

Three?

A year.

And I got you a couple of
nights at the Troubadour.

- Doug Weston's a old friend.
- Hang on.

- The Troubadour?
- Hmm.

It's this really cool
folk club in L.A.

Yeah, we know what it is, Ray.

Hang on, now let's not be
hasty because the thing is

I haven't even got
a backing band yet.

No, I've sorted the backup
band, don't worry.

Dick, I don't want
to appear ungrateful

but you can't just spring
the Troubadour on me.

It's time to do something
bold, Elton.

Granted, America's
a bit of a gamble.

And you fuck it up
and I'll kill ya.

And Ray'll go, too.

He'll keep an eye on you.

Buy yourself some new clothes.

Something flashy.

Let 'em know who you are.

Put on a great fucking show.

And just don't kill
yourself with drugs.

- Hm.
- Yeah?

Yeah, all right.

I'm gonna have a massage.

Mary!

♪ Lately I've been thinkin' ♪

I know.

Tower Records, Tower Records,
Tower Records, Tower Records.

♪ Amoreena's in the cornfield ♪

♪ Brightening the daybreak ♪

♪ Living like a lusty flower ♪

♪ Running through the
grass for hours ♪

♪ Rolling through the hay, oh ♪

♪ Like a puppy child ♪

♪ And when it rains
the rain falls down ♪

♪ Washing out the cattle town ♪

Friends of Dick!

- Good to see you, Doug.
- Ray!

How are you? So good to see you.

What'd you bring me?

Doug, Bernie.

- Nice to meet you.
- Hi, Bernie.

Uh, hi, I'm Elton.

Oh, sweet. How are you?

Monday night at the
Troubadour, man.

It's gonna blow your mind.

Be totally packed,
you're gonna love it.

It's a bit different
from what I expected.

Yeah?

Yeah, it's just a bit smaller.

Well, size is
everything, my friend.

Neil Young played
here last week,

and there were people
lined around the block.

It was just-it was
the best night ever.

That's a cool hat.

Yeah? You like it?

I do like it, yeah.

- I won that hat in a bet.
- Oh.

- With Bob Dylan. Yeah.
- Really?

That's cool.

This is the band, I'm just gonna
check, they know what they're doing.

So, you want something to drink?

Get these guys
whatever they want.

They just flew in from England.

And boy, their arms are tired.

Whoa, dude,
what the hell are you wearin'?

My stage gear.

Where's Reggie, where's Reggie?
Reggie, Reggie, Reggie!

Neil Diamond is at the bar,
he's talking to Leon Russell

and half the fucking
Beach Boys, eh!

This is shit, Bernie!

Reggie?

Elton!

I think you're overreacting.

No! Bernie.

You are underreacting.

They are the geniuses
of American music.

I can't go out there
in front of that lot!

Okay, okay.

Then we'll tell Doug
to refund everyone's ticket,

and we'll send everybody home.

- Where is he?
- Hey, Ray.

You signed a contract!

Dick's paid your fucking airfare.

Now, get out there and play,
you little twat!

Well, come on, then.

And now, ladies and gentlemen...

A rising star of rock and roll.

Please welcome,
all the way from London, England,

Elton John.

♪ I ♪

♪ Remember ♪

♪ When rock was young ♪

♪ Me and Suzie had ♪

♪ So much fun ♪

♪ Holdin' hands ♪

♪ And skimmin' stones ♪

♪ Had an old gold Chevy
and a place of my own ♪

♪ The biggest kick I ever got ♪

♪ Was doing a thing called
the Crocodile Rock ♪

♪ While the other kids were
rockin' 'round the clock ♪

♪ We were hoppin' and boppin'
to the Crocodile Rock, well ♪

♪ Crocodile rockin' is somethin' shockin' ♪

♪ When your feet
just can't keep still ♪

♪ I never knew me
a better time ♪

♪ And I guess I never will ♪

♪ Oh, Lawdy mama,
those Friday nights ♪

♪ When Suzie wore
her dresses tight ♪

♪ And the Crocodile
Rockin' was out of ♪

♪ Sight ♪

♪ La ♪

♪ La la la la la ♪

♪ La la la la la ♪

♪ La la la la la ♪

♪ La ♪

♪ La la la la la ♪

♪ La la la la la ♪

♪ La la la la la ♪

♪ La ♪

♪ La la la la la ♪

♪ La la la la la ♪

♪ La la la la la ♪

♪ La ♪

♪ La la la la la ♪

♪ La la la la la ♪

♪ La la la la la ♪

One, two, three, four!

♪ La ♪

♪ La la la la la ♪

♪ La la la la la ♪

♪ La la la la la ♪

♪ La ♪

♪ La la la la la ♪

♪ La la la la la ♪

It was so good!

- You're brilliant.
- Thanks.

- This is Heather.
- Hi.

- Hello.
- You were amazing.

Thank you.

All right!

Enough of this bullshit!

Who wants to go to a
party at Mama Cass'?

I'm so drunk!

And Doug just lent me his car!

How cool is this, man?

Yeah, great.

Probably Dylan's here somewhere.

Uh...

I'm gonna go in the
teepee with Heather.

- Really?
- Yeah.

Right.

'Kay.

You'll be all right, won't you?

- Yeah, 'course.
- Yeah, yeah.

So, we still gonna go to Tower
Records tomorrow then?

Uh, well, she's talking about
going to some place called

Paradise Cove tomorrow.

We'll go another time though.

- Yeah, 'course.
- Yeah, yeah.

Come on.

America, man.

Wide open spaces.

- Beautiful girls.
- Mm.

It's a dream come true.

Cheers.

Let's stay here forever.

♪ Blue jean baby ♪

♪ L.A. lady ♪

♪ Seamstress for the band ♪

♪ Pretty eyed ♪

♪ Pirate smile ♪

♪ You'll marry a music man ♪

♪ Ballerina ♪

♪ You must have seen her ♪

♪ Dancing in the sand ♪

♪ And now she's in me ♪

♪ Always with me ♪

♪ Tiny dancer in my hand ♪

♪ But oh how it feels so real ♪

♪ Lying here with no one near ♪

♪ Only you ♪

♪ And you can hear me ♪

♪ When I say softly ♪

♪ Slowly ♪

♪ Hold me closer, tiny dancer ♪

♪ Count the headlights
on the highway ♪

♪ Lay me down in sheets of linen ♪

♪ You've had a busy day today ♪

♪ Hold me closer, tiny dancer ♪

♪ Count the headlights
on the highway ♪

♪ Lay me down in sheets of linen ♪

♪ You've had a busy day today ♪

Dom Perignon.

'63, it's a good vintage.

Oh, no, thanks.

It's uh,

always important to rely on
the kindness of strangers.

John Reid.

Elton.

I know it seems a bit
overwhelming at first,

but, eh, something makes me
think you'll get used to it.

And in fact, I predict you could be
the best selling artist in America,

if you desire.

So you like the songs then?

Not quite as much as the singer.

But you don't believe
that's what happened

at the Troubadour
tonight, do you?

Look, I'm in music management,
and let me tell you.

There are moments

in a rock star's life
that define who he is.

And how people
perceive him as he

ascends into the heavens.

You lit the blue touch paper.

How we can all see you shooting

light and color and

magic into the night sky.

Where there was darkness,
there was no you.

Elton John.

You can do anything you want.

You can be anyone you want.

And it's gonna be a wild ride.

♪ If you feel that it's real ♪

♪ I'm on trial ♪

♪ And I'm here in your prison ♪

♪ Like a coin in your mint ♪

♪ I am dented ♪

♪ And I'm spent with high treason ♪

♪ Through a glass eye your throne ♪

♪ Is the one danger zone ♪

♪ Take me to the pilot for control ♪

♪ Take me to the pilot of your soul ♪

♪ Take me to the pilot ♪

♪ Lead me through the chamber ♪

♪ Take me to the pilot ♪

♪ I am but a stranger ♪

♪ Take me to the pilot ♪

♪ Lead me through the chamber ♪

♪ Take me to the pilot ♪

♪ I am but a stranger ♪

♪ Na na na, na na na ♪

♪ Na na na, na na na na na ♪

♪ Na na na, na na na ♪

♪ Na na na, na na na na na ♪

The review from the L.A. Times
has been syndicated.

- Okay.
- Things are going crazy.

I've extended our stay.

We're in San Francisco
tomorrow for three nights.

- After that, we fly to NYC,
- Slow down.

then we're back here for
two more shows and then

Dick wants us back in London
to start the new album.

"Rejoice."

"Rock music has a new star.

"He is Englishman,

"Elton John, a 23-year-old

"whose debut at the Troubadour

was in every way magnificent."

Whoo!

It's happening, guys.

Just remember,
when you get back,

four shows, you owe me.

- You said...?
- Four!

- Did... you said four shows?
- Yes.

So...

Will I see you when I get back?

Now, don't worry about me.

Go and enjoy your moment.

- That's what's important.
- Come to London with me.

I can't, but, eh,

next time I'm there,
I'll look you up.

I promise.

Hey. I've opened
the fucking house.

Don't be a bummer.

I'm gonna watch you in front.

Oh, I love 'em.

These are extremely stylish boots
of my own design.

Can you even play
the piano on that?

- This is never gonna last.
- I know.

Let's just enjoy it
while we can, all right?

♪ That old tough man routine ♪

♪ Up her sleeve ♪

♪ Living and loving ♪

♪ Kissing and hugging ♪

♪ Living and loving with a cat named ♪

♪ Hercules ♪

♪ Cat named Hercules ♪

♪ Don't go breaking my heart ♪

♪ You take the weight off of me ♪

♪ Oh, honey,
when you knock on my door ♪

♪ Ooh, I gave you my key ♪

♪ Ooh-hoo ♪

♪ Nobody knows it ♪

♪ Nobody knows... ♪

♪ When I was down ♪

♪ I was your clown ♪

♪ Hoo-ooh ♪

- Nobody knows it
- Okay, um, guys we're gonna stop there.

You all right, darlin'?

Yeah, I'm fine.

Kiki, would you mind
giving me five minutes?

Mm-hmm.

Thanks.

- Nice job.
- Nice suit.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

Business.

And I promised if I was ever
in town, I'd look you up.

How long you staying?

Well, not sure, it depends.

Don't make me beg.

I've been hearing
your songs everywhere.

Makes it very hard to stop
thinking about you.

Really?

Elton, what's going on?

Are we going again
or shall we go for a pint?

Yeah, no, yeah,
you should go for a pint.

What do you want, Elton?

Uh, dinner with you.

So humble, it's embarrassing.

You're a millionaire rock star
who lives at home with his mum.

Things are serious now.

Be brave.

Think big.

What do you really want?

♪ When I look back ♪

♪ Boy, I must have been green ♪

♪ Boppin' in the country ♪

♪ Fishin' in a stream ♪

♪ Lookin' for an answer ♪

♪ Tryin' to find a sign ♪

♪ Until I saw your city lights ♪

♪ Honey, I was blind ♪

♪ They said, get back, honky cat ♪

♪ Better get back to the woods ♪

♪ Well, I quit those days and my ♪

♪ Redneck ways and I ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, the change
is gonna do me good ♪

♪ Better get back, honky cat ♪

♪ Livin' in the city ain't where it's at ♪

♪ It's like trying to find gold in a ♪

♪ A silver mine ♪

♪ It's like tryin' to drink whiskey ♪

♪ Oh, from a bottle of wine ♪

♪ Well, I read some books ♪

♪ And I read some magazines ♪

♪ About those
high-class ladies down in ♪

♪ New Orleans ♪

♪ And all the fools back home ♪

♪ Well, they said I was a fool ♪

♪ Oh, believe in the Lord
is the golden rule ♪

♪ They said, get back, honky cat ♪

♪ Better get back to the woods ♪

♪ Well, I quit those days and my ♪

♪ Redneck ways and I ♪

♪ Oh, oh, oh, oh ♪

♪ Oh, the change
is gonna do me good ♪

No one's getting
phased out, Dick.

Elton feels things'll
run more smoothly

if he has personal management.

There's never been
a problem before.

And there isn't one now.

Look, there's loads of work.

Commitments, tours, etcetera.

That's what I'll be doing.
Personal management.

Taking care of things.

Is that right?

You realize I've got
a contract with Elton.

I've had that looked into.

And now my client
is quite entitled

to take on outside
representation.

That's what you think.

You fucking poofter!

And you.

You're happy with this
arrangement, are ya?

Eh?

After all these years?

It's nothing personal, Dick.

Come on, Ray.

Best of luck to you, Elton.

Your very expensive painting

is upside down.

- After you, Mr. James.
- Thank you, Ray.

Well.

That was absolutely horrible.

Don't worry, it's business.

Dick's a big boy. He'll be fine.

Mr. Reid, Lord Graves'
office have called about

the Royal Variety performance.

Apparently, the Queen Mother
is a big fan.

Couldn't we have kept on Ray?
He's such a lovely guy.

"Lovely guy" is not a job.

This is a crucial time, Elton.

You and I are gonna
have to be more careful

'cause the papers have
been sniffin' around.

We can't give them
anything to speculate on.

I'm thinking of getting
someone in as your girlfriend.

- That seem a bit excessive?
- No, no, no, no.

This is your career.
And our business at stake.

If our sleeping
arrangements get out...

- all of this is gone.
- Right.

And you're gonna have
to talk to your parents.

Make sure they know what to say.

Those are the first
doors reporters knock on.

Hello, Reg.

Dad.

Well...

Come on in.

Well, those are very fancy shoes.

Oh, well, yeah.

I brought you something.

Why are you here, Reg?

Ah, the boys.

Dad, there's
a Rolls Royce outside.

Stephen, Geoff...

This is your brother, Reggie.

Half brother.

Not actually called
Reggie anymore.

Thought maybe once
I'm back from touring,

you and I could get together
if you'd like.

I could get you some
tickets to my next concert.

Not-Not really my thing.

Is it true you're worth
25 million pound?

D'you know,
I don't actually know.

They're really proud of you.

Mmm.

We've even got some of your
records.

Why don't you go
get the, uh, album.

Grab us a pen.

You probably get asked
this all the time.

But would you, uh...

Would you mind signing this?

Yeah, 'course.

Oh, no. Would you make it out
to, uh, Arthur?

He's, uh, one of the
blokes from work.

He's a big fan.

- Is he?
- Mm-hmm.

Perfect.

Right.

Well, looks like things
worked out really well

second time 'round, Dad.

Yeah, I suppose they have.

You know, not everybody
gets a second chance.

Always loved meeting
a real live pop star.

Sure.

Thanks, Dad.

Bye.

- When I grow up, Dad...
- Inside.

What are you doing
without your shoes on?

What've you got to do to get
a fucking drink around here, eh?

Will you stop sulking?

It has to be done
whether you like it or not.

Are you gonna be scared
of her your whole life?

- Right stop the car!
- Elton.

I said stop the car!

You're on stage in 15 minutes.

You're the big shot manager.

You make my excuses.

Tell them I'm in disposed

breaking my mother's heart!

Elton.

Elton!

Drive around, Dennis.

Liberace!

Pinner 97 double 5.

Mum, it's me.

I know who you are.

Well, I've got
something to tell you.

Reggie, we're gonna miss the
bit of the show with you on.

Look, shut-shut up, Mum!

I'm not on telly yet, am I?
I'm talking to you.

I...

Me and John, we...

Well, the thing is...

I'm...

a homosexual.

A poofter.

A fairy.

A queen.

Well, say something!

Oh, for God's sake, I know that.

Known for years.

You don't mind?

Frankly, I don't care.

But I'd rather you keep that
sort of thing to yourself.

I just hope you realize

you're choosing a life
of being alone forever.

You'll never be loved properly.

Right. Got to go.

She said I'll never be loved.

Don't ever put me
in this position again.

You're on stage in ten minutes.

So get over yourself
and do the show.

We're running a business
here, you fuckin' idiot.

Don't ever put your hands on me.

Real love's hard to come by.

So you find a way
to cope without it.

- You okay?
- Yeah.

Got the number one album
in America, again.

I'm about to embark on the highest
grossing tour in rock history.

I'm personally responsible

for five percent
of all record sales

on the entire planet.

And I have the biggest
headdress known to man.

So yeah, I think I'm okay, Bernie.

Right, used to just be
the two of us.

Now there's busloads of
people just to do the music.

Hang on, hang on,
don't you wanna just...

go out there and sing without
this ridiculous paraphernalia?

You know, just...

be yourself Reg?

Why the fuck
would I want that, Bernie?

You know, you wouldn't
say this shit to me

if you were a real friend.

People don't pay to
see Reginald Dwight.

They pay to see Elton John!

Don't ever tell me
how to do my fucking job!

Break a leg.

You don't have to put up with
this, Reg.

Write the fucking lyrics, Bernie!

Let me deal with the rest.

- Sorry.
- I know.

Ladies and gentlemen.

Please welcome

Elton John!

♪ Ever since I was a young boy ♪

♪ I've played the silver ball ♪

♪ From Soho down to Brighton ♪

♪ I must have played them all ♪

♪ But I ain't seen nothing like him ♪

♪ In any amusement hall ♪

♪ That deaf, dumb and blind kid ♪

♪ Sure plays a mean pinball ♪

♪ He stands like a statue ♪

♪ Becomes part of the machine ♪

♪ Feeling all the bumpers ♪

♪ Always playing clean ♪

♪ He plays by intuition ♪

♪ The digit counters fall ♪

♪ That deaf, dumb and blind kid ♪

♪ Sure plays a mean pinball ♪

♪ He's a pinball wizard ♪

♪ He's scored a trillion more ♪

♪ A pinball wizard ♪

♪ The world's new pinball lord ♪

♪ He's scoring more ♪

Where am I?

At your house, in L.A., Mr. John.

Right.

I'll put some coffee on.

Telling you, I've been thinking,
maybe we should

quit the booze for
a couple of days,

take some quality time together.

Good afternoon.

Mr. Reid.

- What d'you think you're doing, John?
- Just a bit of rock and roll.

Rock and roll is not shagging your
secretary in front of the pool boys!

Rock and roll's getting you
out of your bed in the morning.

Arranging 250 gigs in
26 different countries.

Rock and roll's actually
112 employment contracts.

Insurance. Copyright indemnity.

Renegotiating your
previously insane contract

and wiping your ass.

You know what you do, Elton,
is play the piano,

but for me, rock and roll

is an $87 million-a-year industry

So, well, maybe all I do
is play the piano,

but you know what else I do?

Hmm?

I pay, John.

For everything.

Including this house
which I'd like you to leave, now.

You may still be my manager
but you and me are finished.

- You're so predictable.
- No. Not predictable.

I want to be by myself.

Not with some asshole!

Who doesn't give a shit about me!

And takes the piss!

Day after day!

Get out!

Yoohoo!

Elton!

Look at that!

What are they doing here?

You told me to hire a jet
and fly them over for the gig.

No. No, next week, John.

It is next week.

I'm gonna go and
fix them a drink.

Darling, why don't you
clean yourself up?

Because you fuckin' stink.

Sheila!

It's been too long.

Hello, look at this,
you lovely lot.

Here we are.

Oh, I can't believe
how nicely you look.

I know.

How you doing? Good to see ya.

Elton.

- Hello, Mum.
- Elton, darling, you remember

- the Andersons from next door.
- Ah, yes! The Andersons.

How can we forget
the Andersons?

- Hello.
- Hello.

And what a shy,
little boy you were.

Look at you now.

Elton, you must give them a tour.

- Yes, right now, come on.
- Yup.

Everyone, Elton is giving a tour!

Mum, you're on my gown.

♪ Well, all right ♪

♪ Jazz dazz
Disco jazz ♪

♪ Jazz dazz ♪

Excited?

♪ Jazz dazz
Disco jazz ♪

♪ Jazz dazz
Disco jazz ♪

♪ Jazz dazz ♪

- Bernie, how's it going?
- Hey, man, how's it going?

No idea who he is.

♪ Disco jazz ♪

Here he is!

Ladies, Elton.

- Hey!
- Hey!

What are you doing
on your own up here, huh?

You miserable bastard.

You're missing all
the fun downstairs!

Well, as long as all the
fun isn't missing me,

then who gives
a shit, eh, Bernie?

We should get a drink.

No, we should, we should.

Let's go, let's go get a drink.

- I'm fine.
- No, we absolutely should.

- No, I'm telling, I'm telling...
- Yeah.

Go and get a little drink.

Fucking prick.

For my next trick...!

I'm gonna fucking kill myself.

♪ She packed my bags
last night, pre-flight ♪

♪ Zero hour, 9 a.m. ♪

♪ And I'm gonna be high ♪

♪ As a kite by then ♪

♪ I miss the Earth so much ♪

♪ I miss my life ♪

♪ It's lonely out in space ♪

♪ On such a timeless flight ♪

You self-indulgent prick.

Out of the way!

Oh, my baby!

♪ And all the science ♪

♪ I don't understand ♪

♪ It's just my job five days a week ♪

♪ A rocket man ♪

♪ A rocket man ♪

♪ And I think it's gonna be
a long, long time ♪

♪ 'Til touchdown brings me
'round again to find ♪

♪ I'm not the man they think
I am at home ♪

♪ Oh no, no, no ♪

♪ I'm a rocket man ♪

♪ Rocket man ♪

♪ Burning out his fuse
up here alone ♪

♪ And I think it's gonna be
a long, long time ♪

♪ 'Til touchdown brings me
'round again to find ♪

♪ I'm not the man they think
I am at home ♪

♪ Oh no, no, no ♪

♪ I'm a rocket man ♪

♪ Rocket man ♪

♪ Burning out his fuse
up here alone ♪

♪ And I think it's gonna be
a long, long time ♪

♪ And I think it's gonna be
a long, long time ♪

♪ And I think it's gonna be
a long, long time ♪

♪ And I think it's gonna be
a long, long time ♪

Elton.

- Elton.
- Yes, yes, sorry. You were saying?

I was saying that I think
I need a break.

You need to take a break?

I think that I just need to
go and sort myself out a bit.

What?

I'm going home... for a while.

Well, that's nice for you.

Why can't we just, you know,

both of us,
just disappear together?

My ranch.

We'll go to my ranch,
we'll hide away.

We can write like we did.

Like we used to.

We should go home, Elton.

Reconnect.

No, you should go.

There are other writers
I'd like to work with anyway.

Do me good.

Collaborate with other people.

I think it's a really good idea.

My loyal subjects.

Hello, Australia!

G'day!

Oh, shit, uh, New York?

Swindon? Oh, wherever...

Well, if you don't like it,
go home.

Whatever else seems to
be doing at the moment.

Anyway...

Here's one for all
the sober people.

♪ Hey kids, shake it loose together ♪

♪ The spotlight's hitting something ♪

♪ That's been known
to change the weather ♪

♪ We'll kill the fatted calf tonight ♪

♪ So stick around ♪

♪ You're gonna hear electric music ♪

♪ Solid walls of sound ♪

♪ Say, Candy and Ronnie,
have you seen them yet ♪

♪ Ooh, but they're so spaced out ♪

♪ She's got electric boots ♪

♪ A mohair suit ♪

♪ You know I read it
in a magazine, oh ♪

♪ B-B-B-Bennie and the Jets ♪

♪ Bennie ♪

♪ Bennie ♪

♪ Bennie ♪

♪ Bennie ♪

♪ Bennie and the Jets ♪

♪ Bennie ♪

♪ Bennie ♪

I just hope you realize

you're choosing a life
of being alone forever.

You'll never be loved properly.

When are you going to hug me?

Don't be soft.

You can do anything you want.

You can be anyone you want.

What do you really want?

What a shy, little boy you were.

I'm going home for a while.

What d'you want? I'm busy.

Why don't you get back in
the studio you're paying for?

Why don't you sell my
fucking records? What's this?

Hmm?

Number 11 in Italy?

The song doesn't work,
that's the problem.

The record's coked out,
M.O.R.'s shit.

The problem... is you...

have never understood me

and what I have to go through.

And you know what, I should've
sacked you when you left me.

I am glad I left you. It means
I can maintain some objectivity

in your self-indulgent,
myopic little world.

Get in the studio,
make some music or don't.

I don't care.

Well, you will
when your money runs out.

Do your worst.

In fact, take me to court.

You signed contracts
with me years ago.

So, I'll still be collecting my 20%
long after you've killed yourself.

Get out of my fucking house!

Fuck off!

♪ Did you take me for a ride? ♪

♪ A victim of love ♪

♪ A victim of love ♪

♪ And I hope you're satisfied ♪

It's fantastic.

♪ Victim of love ♪

- Would you like to hear it again?
- Not really, no.

Would you like a cup of tea?

Don't got anything stronger?

You should be very proud.

I've watched you play many times
and your music is always so

personal and honest.

And open.

It must be lonely sometimes.

♪ I can't light ♪

♪ No more of your darkness ♪

♪ All my pictures ♪

♪ Seem to fade
to black and white ♪

♪ I'm growing tired ♪

♪ And time stands still before me ♪

♪ Frozen here ♪

♪ On the ladder of my life ♪

♪ Too late ♪

♪ To save yourself from falling ♪

♪ Take a chance ♪

♪ And change your way of life ♪

♪ But you misread ♪

♪ My meaning when I met you ♪

♪ Closed the door ♪

♪ And left me blinded by the light ♪

♪ Don't let the sun
go down on me ♪

♪ Although I search myself ♪

♪ It's always someone else I see ♪

♪ I'd just allow
a fragment of your life ♪

♪ To wander free
Ah ah ah ah ah ♪

♪ Ah ah ah ah ah ♪

♪ But losing everything ♪

♪ Is like the sun going down ♪

♪ On ♪
Morning.

♪ Me ♪
Morning.

♪ Me ♪

I'm sorry.

I know.

Renata didn't deserve that.

She was a good person.

I dragged her into all my madness.

Did being married
make you happy?

Not really, I'm gay.

Hello, Mum.

Sir, would you like me
to refill your glass?

Maybe a bit later, thank you.

How you doing, son?

- You all right?
- Yeah, good.

Just talking about poor Renata.

Such a lovely woman.

Divorce can be so painful.

- Yeah.
- Anyway...

A celebration is in order.

We found a lovely
villa by the sea.

Be good if you would
talked to John today,

get the money arranged.

Ooh, can't risk losing this one.

Yeah, oh, in Menorca.

It's a lovely place.
You should see it.

Menorca, eh?

What do you want
to go there for?

- 'Cause you're driving me away.
- Mmm.

Every time we open a paper,

there's something about you,
and the booze or the drugs, and...

You're breaking your
poor mum's heart.

Tell you what,
I'll write you a check. Hmm?

So's you can go buy a new one.

Typical that you'd say
something like that about me.

When I've given up
so much for you.

What have you given up for me?

Your father for a start.

You really are a
heartless monster.

You know, I don't live my life
in black and white.

And I do not want your fucked
up frigid ideas about anything.

You know, I am so sick of
running away from who I am.

There's nothing
wrong with success.

Or pleasure. In fact,
why am I apologizing for it?

Mum, I have fucked
everything that moves.

And I've taken every
drug known to man.

All of them.

D'you know what?

I enjoyed every last minute of it.

Ever since you first dangled

your fat little legs
in front of a piano,

you've been lucky.

You've never worked hard for
a bloody thing in your life.

It all just comes to you.
You don't do anything.

And I'm the one who suffers.

I should never
have had children.

Do you know

how disappointing it is
to be your mother?

♪ It's sad, so sad ♪

♪ It's a sad, sad situation ♪

♪ And it's getting
more and more absurd ♪

♪ It's sad, so sad ♪

♪ Why can't we talk it over? ♪

♪ Oh, it seems to me ♪

♪ Sorry seems to be the hardest word ♪

Some dessert, sir?

Yeah, um...

Two chocolate puddings,

an apple pie and
a raspberry fool, please.

Any ice cream?

I... yeah, all of them.

Excellent choice.

Where's Reid these days?

Uh, well...

Does it matter?

Hates my fucking guts.

Nobody hates you, Elton.

Campaign to cure yourself
is going well.

What are you doing here, Bernie?

Hmm?

You left when it suited you.

What, now you come
back to lecture me?

'Cause the thing is,

the first time we actually got
anywhere, you left, didn't you?

Some girl was more
important to you than me.

And all those legends
who were welcoming us in.

You left me at the most
important time, Bernie.

When did you give up?

If you don't care
about yourself,

how do you expect
anyone else to?

Whenever I needed you most,

- you weren't there.
- It's not weak

- to ask for help.
- I have worked my balls off

to get us out of the shit.

Day in, day out.

For years.

And now, it's me that can't
walk down the streets.

It's me who doesn't have a life.

'Cause I don't get to sit around
with my feet on a desk

chewing on the end
of a fucking pencil.

"Just write the lyrics, Bernie,
I'll take care of everything."

That was a test!

You should've known.

- Thank you.
- Enjoy.

♪ When are you gonna come down? ♪

♪ When are you going to land? ♪

♪ I should have stayed on the farm ♪

♪ I should have
listened to my old man ♪

♪ Maybe you'll get a replacement ♪

Oh, handling the bill, am I?

♪ There's plenty like me
to be found ♪

Bernie!

♪ Mongrels ♪

♪ Who ain't got a penny ♪
- Wait.

♪ Sniffing for tidbits like you ♪
- Bernie!

♪ On the ground ♪

Yeah, yeah, later.

Bernie!

Go on, Bernie!

♪ So goodbye yellow brick road ♪

Don't be so dramatic.

♪ Where the dogs of society howl ♪
- Coward!

Same as always!

♪ You can't plant me in your penthouse ♪
- Leaving me when things get too real!

♪ I'm going back to my plough ♪

♪ Back to the howling,
old owl in the woods ♪

♪ Hunting the horny-back toad ♪

♪ Oh, I've finally decided
my future lies ♪

♪ Beyond the yellow brick ♪
- You idiot.

♪ Road ♪

You fucking idiot!

Bernie betrayed me
like everyone does.

I heard that it
was a heart attack.

It's a chest infection, Mac.
He'll be fine.

How are ticket sales?

What the hell's that
got to do with it?

Every night is sold out.

Well, add five more nights then.

Are you insane?

He coulda died.

Just let me
take care of things, Mac.

I always get him back
on his feet, don't I?

Yeah, but are you gonna be
able to get him on his feet?

Brilliant, man.
He is gonna be there.

All right, you're good to go.

♪ So, what do you think
you'll do, then? ♪

♪ Bet that'll shoot down
your plane ♪

♪ It'll take you a couple of
vodka and tonics ♪

♪ To set you on your feet again ♪

♪ You know they can't
hold you forever ♪

♪ I didn't sign up with you ♪

♪ I'm not a present
for your friends to open ♪

♪ This boy's too young to be singin' ♪

♪ The blues ♪

♪ Ah ah ah ah ah ♪

♪ Ah ah ah ♪

♪ So goodbye yellow brick road ♪

♪ Where the dogs of society howl ♪

♪ You can't plant me
in your penthouse ♪

♪ I'm going back to my plough ♪

♪ Back to the howling,
old owl in the woods ♪

♪ Hunting the horny-back toad ♪

♪ Oh, I've finally decided
my future lies ♪

♪ Beyond the yellow brick road ♪

♪ Ah ah ah ah ah ♪

♪ Ah ah ah ah ♪

For as long as I can
remember, I've hated myself.

Believed I'll never be loved.

It shows progress to take
responsibility for your actions.

Yeah, but I started acting
like a cunt in 1975.

I just forgot to stop.

Do feel ashamed.

Spent so long feeling resentful
for things that just don't matter.

Maybe I should've tried
to be more ordinary.

Hello, Nan.

You was never ordinary.

Look at you.

In here, talking about
your feelings.

What a waste of time.

Mum, I know it was never easy.

And I hope you can forgive me.

'Cause I've realized that's
what we need to do now.

Forgive each other.

- No, your problem is you're selfish.
- No.

My problem was
I believed you loved me.

And you're incapable of it.

I gave everything to
keep something that

I never even had
in the first place.

Always thought that you was
an introverted extrovert.

A what?

He's shy! He's always been shy.

It's all his father's fault.

Don't blame me.

He'd have been
strange regardless.

Actually, I think
I'm okay with "strange".

God. Not him.

Both of you.

Stop.

I'm not going to allow you to
talk to me like this anymore.

It's about time you said that.

Bernie.

I never told you
how much I need you.

No, no, no. I love you, man.

Always have, always will.

You write songs that
millions of people love.

And that's what's important.

You just need to
remember who you are.

And be okay with it.

He doesn't know who he is.

Yes, I do.

I'm Elton Hercules John.

I thought you were
Reggie Dwight?

I haven't been
Reggie Dwight for years.

When are you going to hug me?

Impressed you know
how to use one of those.

How you doing?

Some days are tougher than
others, but I feel good.

They got a piano here?

- You've been playing?
- Hmm.

- No.
- No?

Not in the right place
for that just now.

I'm scared, Bernie.

What if I'm not as good?

Without the drink and drugs?

You know that's not true.

You're not scared you're
not good without it.

You're scared to feel again.

You might be able to lie to
yourself, but you can't lie to me.

I should be going.

Don't go.

Not yet.

This is the part
you got to do on your own.

These... need music.

Thank you, Bernie.

You're my brother.

♪ You could never know
what it's like ♪

♪ Your blood like winter
freezes just like ice ♪

♪ And there's a cold lonely light ♪

♪ That shines from you ♪

♪ You will wind up like
the wreck you hide ♪

♪ Behind that mask you use ♪

♪ And did you think this fool
could never win? ♪

♪ Well, look at me, yeah,
I'm coming back again ♪

♪ You got a taste of love
in a simple way ♪

♪ And if you need to know
while I'm still standing ♪

♪ You just fade away ♪

♪ And don't you know
I'm still standing ♪

♪ Better than I ever did ♪

♪ Looking like a true survivor ♪

♪ Ah, feeling like a little kid ♪

♪ And I'm still standing ♪

♪ After all this time ♪

♪ Picking up the
pieces of my life ♪

♪ Without you on my mind ♪

♪ Once I never
could hope to win ♪

♪ You starting down the
road leaving me again ♪

♪ The threats you made
were meant to cut me down ♪

♪ And if our love
was just a circus ♪

♪ You'd be a clown by now ♪

♪ You know I'm still standing ♪

♪ Better than I ever did ♪

♪ Looking like a true survivor ♪

♪ Feeling like a little kid ♪

♪ And I'm still standing ♪

♪ After all this time ♪

♪ Picking up the
pieces of my life ♪

♪ Without you on my mind ♪

♪ I'm still standing ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I'm still standing ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I'm still standing ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I'm still standing ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ Don't you know
I'm still standing ♪

♪ Better than I ever did ♪

♪ Looking like a true survivor ♪

♪ Feeling like a little kid ♪

♪ And I'm still standing ♪

♪ After all this time ♪

♪ Picking up the
pieces of my life ♪

♪ Without you on my mind ♪

♪ I'm still standing ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I'm still standing ♪

♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah ♪

♪ I'm still standing ♪

♪ Oh, the joke was never
hard to tell ♪

♪ Threw my spare change
in the wishing well ♪

♪ The dream alone is always in your hands ♪

♪ If that don't fill the boy
and build the man ♪

♪ A heart has many secrets,
so I'm told ♪

♪ Through the years
a theory can grow cold ♪

♪ I'm up to be the king,
it's gotten clear ♪

♪ The voice inside my head
is the one I hear ♪

♪ Singing, I'm gonna love me again ♪

♪ Check in on my very best friend ♪

♪ Find the wind to fill my sails ♪

♪ Rise above the broken rails ♪

♪ Unbound by any ties
that break or bend ♪

♪ I'm free
and don't you know? ♪

♪ No clown to claim he used
to know me then ♪

♪ I'm free
and don't you know? ♪

♪ And oh-oh-oh
I'm gonna love me again ♪

♪ The golden age was
somehow bittersweet ♪

♪ But now the past lies sleepin'
in the deep ♪

♪ The peaceful days
that followed hollow nights ♪

♪ A kiss or touch
could feel like Kryptonite ♪

♪ Praise the Saints
that hung up on my wall ♪

♪ For trust is left
in lovers after all ♪

♪ A whispered word
emerging from a tale ♪

♪ My wake-up call
to claim the cursed spell ♪

♪ And I'm gonna love me again ♪

♪ Check in on my very best friend ♪

♪ Find the wind to fill my sails ♪

♪ Rise above the broken rails ♪

♪ Unbound by any ties
that break or bend ♪

♪ I'm free
and don't you know? ♪

♪ No clown to claim he used
to know me then ♪

♪ I'm free
and don't you know? ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh
I'm gonna love me again ♪

♪ Sing, I'm gonna love me again ♪

♪ Check in on my very best friend ♪

♪ Find the wind to fill my sails ♪

♪ Rise above the broken rails ♪

♪ Unbound by any ties
that break or bend ♪

♪ I'm free
and don't you know? ♪

♪ No clown to claim he used
to know me then ♪

♪ I'm free,
don't you know? ♪

♪ And oh-oh-oh, oh-oh-oh ♪

♪ Oh-oh-oh,
I'm gonna love me again ♪

♪ I'm gonna love me again ♪

♪ Don't go breaking my heart ♪

♪ I couldn't if I tried ♪

♪ Oh, honey if I get restless ♪

♪ Baby, you're not that kind ♪

♪ Don't go breaking my heart ♪

♪ You take the
weight off of me ♪

♪ Oh, honey when you
knock on my door ♪

♪ Ooh, I gave you my key ♪

♪ Ooh hoo ♪

♪ Nobody knows it ♪

♪ When I was down ♪

♪ I was your clown ♪

♪ Ooh hoo ♪

♪ Nobody knows it ♪

♪ Nobody knows ♪

♪ Right from the start ♪

♪ I gave you my heart ♪

♪ Oh-oh ♪

♪ I gave you my heart ♪

♪ So don't go
breakin' my heart ♪

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