Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

FREDDIE: What are you doing?
- Sorry we're late. - (MEN LAUGHING)
♪ But I never saw my face In any window any day
Right. Okay.
JOHN: Mmm-hmm.
I don't know. It could be a flop.
You know, family...
I love you, Freddie.
♪ Rip
How could I?
I wanted you to hear it from me.
♪ And everything I had to know
- Queen! - MAN 2: Check, two, check.
Excuse me. Thanks.
(BAND PLAYING INSTRUMENTAL TAG)
♪ We are the champions, my friends
was he listening to back in those days?
they would meet me.
RICHARD: It's 12:00 noon in London.
(CHUCKLES)
(LIP-SYNCING) ♪ She's a Killer Queen
A queer Catholic boy from Belfast.
Come on.
Don't worry, he's in safe hands.
The same formula over and over.
That's almost us.
One, two. One, two.
Please.
Ever.
(INHALES DEEPLY)
Do you think you have them in my size?
♪ Any way the wind blows ♪
Perfect.
I'll start.
What's this about?
You're gonna love it.
JER: And his first band...
So, fly off.
What else?
What's it gonna take for you all to forgive me?
The in-between moments, I suppose.
ROGER: Well, I'm not sure
(ALL LAUGHING)
We could all murder each other...
Recording studio?
Which one is it, ill or drunk?
For me, Freddie will always be...
♪ Buddy, you're an old man, poor man
Did Farrokh not tell you he was born in Zanzibar?
BRIAN: You know why you're angry, Roger?
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
D4 Nerf Bat qq
♪ And my curtain calls
Gave our demo to John Reid.
He's Trixie now...
REID: Then you've got the MTV interview...
An end to your frustrations.
In fact...
I've been following you for a while, actually.
- Listen, I understand. - Hurry up.
Could you answer the question, please?
Yes, but the glow is so divine.
if you all can just shut up and play.
PAUL: What do you mean?
ROGER: It's a good size.
♪ Got to make it on my own
Yeah, we can't afford much more.
May I?
What are you saying, Freddie?
I warned him against it.
♪ But I've come through
(CROWD CHEERING)
Shelley Stern.
when I know I really have them...
Lilly's room is even larger than this one! Spoilt thing.
Nice chap.
♪ You don't waste no time at all
So, what can they do?
- JOURNALIST: Is it really true? - PAUL: Yes, it is.
I've been conceited...
I need the love of my life.
always trying to punch them in.
this frightened little Pakkie boy...
- REPORTER: Your parents? - CRITIC 3: Can you tell us
♪ Too late
Love of My Life. I wrote it for Mary.
Not the Village People.
I've been thinking about it a lot.
Might be of interest to you.
DOCTOR: Do you understand?
♪ I heard it on my radio
We'll want more.
all these stories
maybe I can get you on television.
They're usually out back.
There's no musical ghetto that can contain us.
Wembley welcomes their Royal Highnesses...
You can take that out of our royalties!
Hello? Live Aid.
♪ No pleasure cruise
We're going to release it as our single.
- 7:00 a.m. in Philadelphia. - (CROWD CHEERING)
You're going to support me if I get fired?
I went to Munich.
- (ALL EXCLAIM) - (LAUGHS)
I'll be home soon, darling.
(CHEERING)
Out again, Farrokh?
So, you found me, then.
Nope.
I knew Freddie when he did Bohemian Rhapsody.
Just a joke.
You can't get anywhere
I'm going to be late.
♪ Pleading with your eyes
I've got an idea to involve them a little bit more.
- Watch it. - (REPORTERS CLAMORING)
♪ Out of the doorway the bullets rip
who are pretty sure they don't belong either.
Now dead center for the last.
You've got $4 million. Perhaps you can buy yourself a family.
BARTENDER: Here's the Coke. Coming right up.
CRITIC 3: Your fans deserve to know the truth, Freddie.
♪ Lock your door
♪ You had your time, you had the power
They're not particularly effective, Freddie.
(PATS) Let's face it.
(SIGHS) Been up all night, mate.
McCartney, The Who...
Nothing.
We're a band. That's what bands do.
(COWS MOOING)
"When my hand's on your grease gun..."
Thank you, Chrissie. Showing some enthusiasm.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(CROWD CHEERING)
When I know they're listening...
Hole in this guy
I mean, whose song gets on the album...
Do what you like with your photographs and your stories.
What are you looking at?
Bo-Rap, period.
Sure, it's your money.
- PAUL: Hello? - Paul.
You're supposed to be in a rock band, Freddie.
what difference does it make when you're out every night...
- ♪ Still be where I started - Wrong lyric!
"Spread my wings and fly away."
Erm... I'll think about it.
I've got it.
Hmm.
♪ Radio
Delilah's by the kitchen...
Discussing Roger's car song.
Oh, don't be such a bore. I'm here, aren't I?
You were working at Heathrow before we gave you a chance.
Hmm.
Don't move.
this is Jim.
♪ To the sound of the beat Look out! ♪
♪ Shouting in the street
(CHEERING)
Oh, thank you.
Taking the piss.
I enjoyed the show.