Scene 1

(We see Ringo walking down the hallway. He stops when he reaches the lobby where his girlfriend, Susan, is working. Susan is getting a sheet of paper from the desk drawer and placing it in her typewriter. Ringo stands in the hallway and watches her with a dreamy look. He quietly walks around behind Susan and lightly kisses her on the cheek. Slightly startled, Susan turns to see who it is.)

SUSAN: (Chuckling) Ringo.

RINGO: Hello luv. (Is about to kiss her, but Susan puts her fingers on his lips.)

SUSAN: Now Ringo. Norm said we could be a couple as long as we didn't flirt during work.

RINGO: Well, we just finished the record (Smiling slyly) and you're on break. (Pulls her out of her chair and twirls her. Susan giggles.)

SUSAN: Ringo! I swear you can be a little devil sometimes.

RINGO: Of course. He made me do it.

SUSAN: (Smiles at him for a moment, then hugs him.) You're a devil and an angel. (Pulling back from the hug, but still embraced.) You truly are a lovely person.

RINGO: The only one lovely here . . .(kisses her hand) is you. (They are about to kiss, when the rest of the Beatles comes into the lobby. The sweet couple quickly switches over to Ringo having something in his eye and Susan trying to remove it.)

SUSAN: (Brushing at Ringo's eye) I think I see it. Hold still a minute. Is it this?

RINGO: Yeah, I think so. (Susan pulls her hand back and Ringo sighs in relief.)

SUSAN: There, see? (Showing Ringo her finger.) An eyelash.

(The Beatles have been watching this and aren't convinced.)

JOHN: My, Ringo. You've been getting lots of things stuck in your eye this past week, haven't you? (The Beatles laugh. Ringo looks slightly embarrassed and gives John an annoyed look.)

PAUL: Ok, fellas. Leave him alone. Come on, we need to get home. (Waves at Susan.) See you later, Susan. (Exits)

(George and John also bid Susan goodbye and exit. Ringo and Susan are alone now.)

RINGO: Well, I better get going too. Don't work too hard, all right?

SUSAN: I won't. Goodbye, dear. (She kisses Ringo. Ringo returns the kiss pulls Susan closer. John reenters with a Polaroid camera and takes a picture of Ringo and Susan. They stop immediately and John quickly dashes out. Ringo and Susan are quiet for a moment.)

RINGO: (Calmly.) Excuse me. (Running outside.) John! (Susan just shakes her head and goes back to her desk.)

(Cut to inside of the Beatles' household. They all enter in their own rooms. John appears to be angry.)

JOHN: (To Ringo while taking off his coat and cap.) I swear you have no sense of humor.

RINGO: (To John while taking off his coat.) You had it coming to you.

JOHN: Well, you didn't have to throw my camera down the sewer! You owe me twenty pounds.

RINGO: You've got enough pounds on you as it is.

(They soon get into an argument with various insults and threats. Paul rolls his eyes as he watches the two bickering.)

PAUL: (Shouts.) Will you two knock it off? (They stop.) Look, we've all had a long day, so can we please give each other a break? (Goes to his organ.)

JOHN: (Muttering to Ringo.) Swine.

RINGO: (Muttering to John.) Pervert.

(They all retire to their rooms. Paul begins to play a song on the organ while George lies on his bed, reading a girlie magazine. John lies in his pit reading a book. Ringo gets a soda from his vending machine. There's a ring at Paul's door. He gets up from his organ and answers the door. There's a messenger holding a telegram.)

MESSENGER: Telegram for the Beatles.

PAUL: (Taking the telegram.) Thank you.

JOHN: (Looking up from his book.) Oh, is it a singing telegram?

MESSENGER: Uh, no, I'm afraid it isn't.

JOHN: Good. (Going back to his book.)

PAUL: Don't mind him.

MESSENGER: (Giving Paul a clipboard with form and pen.) Sign here please. (Paul signs the form and gives it to the messenger. The messenger then gives Paul an open book with blank pages.) Sign here also.

PAUL: What's this?

MESSENGER: Autograph book. (Paul looks at the messenger strangely for a second, then signs the book. He hands it back and the messenger leaves. Paul looks at the telegram and sits at his bed.)

GEORGE: (Putting his magazine away.) Who's it from?

PAUL: It says it's from the eastern country. (Reading a little more, than smiles.) Hey, it's from Ahme!

RINGO: Ahme?

GEORGE: You mean that eastern bird who kept saving Ringo from that sacrificing cult a few months ago?

RINGO: (Worried.) Look, if she's asking about the ring, I don't have it!

PAUL: Relax, Ringo. She doesn't mention that. (Paul starts to read the telegram aloud. Ringo sits next to Paul and reads over his shoulder.)

"Dear Beatles.
Stop.
In terrible trouble.
Stop.
Rebelling against Klang.
Stop.
Need your help.
Stop.
Please come ASAP.
Stop.
Ahme."

(Silent, thinking about the message.) Rebelling against Klang?

RINGO: Maybe they want to stop the sacrificing.

JOHN: (Without looking up from his book.) Took 'em long enough.

PAUL: Lads, this sounds serious. Ahme might really be in danger.

GEORGE: So what are we gonna do?

JOHN: (Putting aside his book.) I know exactly what we're going to do. (All Beatles look to him.)

PAUL: And what's that?

JOHN: Stay here and not get involved. (Going back to his book. Paul is not very pleased.)

PAUL: What? John, Ahme's our friend.

JOHN: (Looking up from his book.) Look, just because you two have a little cutesy-romance thing going on, doesn't mean we're all going off to get slaughtered. You remembered what happened the last time.

PAUL: Ok, you had a little accident involving the field . . .

JOHN: (Putting his book aside.) Little accid . . .I was nearly run over by a tank!

PAUL: Well, if you hadn't of tripped, then you would've been fine. At least you didn't shrink down to three inches with only a gum wrapper to cover your manhood.

GEORGE: And let's not forget the fiendish thingie in the Alps.

RINGO: (Sarcastically) Gee, compared to all that, a bunch of Eastern maniacs trying to kill me is nothing.

PAUL: John, we all know what happened, but Ahme. . .

JOHN: (Getting out of his pit.) How do we know Ahme sent it? (Snatches telegram) Klang could've sent it. You know, to set us up.

PAUL: (Snatching the telegram back.) But we don't have the ring! What would he want with us?

JOHN: Revenge?

PAUL: John, you're being paranoid. You're forgetting what Ahme had done for us. (While this goes on, we see Ringo go to his room. He takes a suitcase out from under his bed and starts packing his clothes.) If Klang really wanted to hurt us, he would have done so when he got the ring back.

JOHN: Well, maybe he just couldn't find time to. Do you realize the perils we were put up against? Not to mention how much money we spent buying plane tickets.

RINGO: (Off screen.) You're forgetting one simple detail. (All turn to Ringo, who is nearly done packing. He has a serious expression.) I had the ring! (Gets another pile of clothes to pack.) I was the main target for those fiends and Ahme went against her religion to save me. We didn't even know who she was. I just don't see why we can't do the same for her.

JOHN: (Walking over to Ringo.) Yes, Ringo. We're all proud of your nobility, but she's asking too much of us.

PAUL: (Also starting to pack.) He's right, John. Klang might be hurting innocent people. We can at least try.

JOHN: (To Paul.) You're only doing this because she winked at you. (Walking back to his room.) At least George has more . . .(Looking over to George's room. Shouts.) George!

GEORGE: (Also packing. Looking up at John with confused expression.) What?

JOHN: (Walking to George's room.) Don't tell me you're actually going along with this?

GEORGE: I'm sorry, John, but they have a good point. Besides, it might be kind of exciting.

JOHN: You're all loonies! (Seeing that he is outnumbered in his argument, he retreats back to his pit.) Fine! If you all want to get a permanent hair cut, be my guest! It's not like you're gonna get very far, anyway.

PAUL: What's that suppose to mean?

JOHN: What're going to use for transportation?

PAUL: We have a private jet, remember? We'll just tell the pilot to fly us to the Eastern country.

JOHN: But how do you know where that is? (Paul smiles charmingly. John reads him like a book.) Ahme told you, didn't she?

PAUL: Well . . .you know.

JOHN: You still won't get far. Face it, you lads need me!

PAUL: (Looking at him quizzically for a second.) What?

JOHN: It's true. I am the leader, after all, and there isn't much you lads could do without me. Once you get to the airport, you're going to start realizing what a horrible mistake you're all making and come right back saying "Sorry we doubted you, John. Maybe this is a bad idea." You wouldn't know what to do if it weren't for me. What do you say to that?

(Scene cuts to plane flying. Inside the plane, we see Paul, George, and Ringo dressed in casual wear.)

GEORGE: (To Paul.) Do you think we did the right thing by disobeying John?

PAUL: Well, I wouldn't say we were disobeying him. We just had a different viewpoint. Besides, he told us we could leave if we wanted to. (To his left.) Isn't that right, John?

(We see John sitting on the other side, moodily reading his book. He looks over at Paul.)

JOHN: The only reason why I'm coming along is because it was obvious you guys needed my leadership abilities and I didn't want to argue.

PAUL: Oh, is that why when we were boarding the jet, you came running up the runway, shouting "Wait for me! Wait for me! I'm coming too!"

(All laugh, except John, who goes back to his book. Ringo looks out his window)

RINGO: I think I see the airport down there. Man, look at the size of this place. I hope we're not going in over our heads.

PAUL: (Sitting next to Ringo.) Relax, Ringo. We can handle this. That's exactly why Ahme called us. Besides, Klang's a pushover. How hard can it be?