"摇"破天惊 The Beat Beneath My Feet(2014)【完整台词】

The BEAT BENEATH my FEE Schooled Southside

beneath the King of Beasts

Back in PigFat, St Louis

The air was gravid with heat,

sex and hops

They made the beer,

drank it when they got off

This is what you gotta do

But I just want to scratch the groove

Pick a partner, pick a domicile

My choice was to pick them all

lying, flying, like men blankly do

Girl, you're in the wrong

neighbourhood

This is what you gotta do

But I don't care,

I'll smash the groove

This is what you gotta do now

This is what you gotta do now

This is what you must do

But I'm going to

rough up the groove

- Tom. Where's your helmet?

- I chained it to my bike.

- You are using it, aren't you, Tom?

- Yes, Mum.

Do you know the number of people that would

still be alive if they'd worn a helmet?

- Did you see those paramedics?

- Yeah. The old lady downstairs.

Maybe if she would

have worn a helmet.

He walks inside

Steals a wink

You try to explain but

you ain't got time to think

You know he's bad news

But you take a glance

His headlines say you're on the

right page for romancing

You just fall

Oh yeah you fall for those eyes

Tom!

What you should have is Na2 SO4...

...our old friend sodium sulphate.

Tom Heath.

Tom?

Tom!

Since you're so far ahead of us...

...why don't you come up here

and talk us through the answer.

Come on.

Tom.

Tom!

Tom!

Mr. Freeze.

Hi, love!

Nature's beauty

from God with love

Thank you, God.

Tom-kins.

Everything okay?

Watch that movie

Watch it, watch it, watch me

Found me bottom-up,

bottled-up and refused since eye-ope

But he saw a suck,

picked me up and my spirit poured

We lived mouth to mouth, mouth

to south, hands round my neck

Mr. Freeze.

- What are you doing?

- Nothing.

Signing up for that?

Look, we got some pretty serious

competition for Battle of the Bands, so...

Come on. Entertain us.

Show us what you can do.

Damien.

No?

Then give me my guitar

and shove off. Go on.

And close the door on

your way out, please!

Loser

Loser

YOU ARE A LOSER

Loser

TOM IS A LOSER

Loser

LOSER ALERT!

Loser

LOSER

Loser

UPLOADING...

Mr.. Freeze.

You sent your form off yet?

Don't worry, you'll be alright.

Anyway, you're looking cool.

What do you think you're doing?

Stop that!

- Get off him!

- This one, this one.

Bloody hell.

- Tom, what's the matter with you?

- Book him, Lou.

Lunatic.

HOPE FOR CHILDREN CHARITY CONCER Tom's very quiet today.

- We're both...

- ...exhausted.

Poor old Mary's got a new

neighbour from hell apparently.

- And Tom...

- ...is fighting at school, getting into trouble.

Do you want me to

have a word with him?

Why not? I'm sure he's got a few

sentences that need finishing.

Tom.

You don't just attack

someone for no reason.

- If I was schizophrenic I might.

- Schizophrenics hear voices.

I hear music. Does that count?

I don't think that...

- Do you defend schizophrenics?

- No.

Just break up families, then.

Isn't there some kind of law about

getting involved with your clients?

- I'm not involved with your mother.

- You'd like to be, though.

You've got 2 choices. Stop fighting.

Put in some work. Get into university.

Or... be a sad loser.

Like your dad.

That is appalling.

Have you spoken to the Council?

They told me to

keep a noise diary.

Your constant

racket is driving me crazy.

- Why don't you let me?

- You're always doing this.

- What?

- Speaking for me. Finishing my sentences.

I am a perfectly functioning intelligent woman

quite capable of fighting my own battles.

- But you asked me to.

- Yes, I know.

Sorry, I'm just at the end of my...

You are destroying my life.

Is that marijuana?

Mary!

Rock 'n' roll.

Why do people feel they can inflict their

life choices on everyone around them?

Useless, selfish bloody...

- You don't know anything about him.

- I had 9 years of it with your father.

Thomas the tank.

- How you going, buddy?

- Hi, Dad.

You've got the best of my love

But only on the weekend

He's a great singer.

- I'm a singer, in a band.

- Really?

It's called Risk Factor.

Heard of us?

- No.

- No.

If you wanted to, just give me

your number then I could...

...get you on

the guest list.V-I-P.

Can I help you with anything?

No.Just waiting for him.

- Yeah, is that your son?

- No.