TURN ME ON, DEAD MAN

Chapter Six

The Beatles went back in the studio and tried to work on their songs but after the visit by Brown and Jones they're hearts weren't in it anymore and George the producer was feeling the same way.

"Why don't we end this tonight, lads?" he finally said into the intercom. "We can start again in the morning after we've had some rest and gotten over what happened today."

The Beatles put down their instruments, relieved to have a night off. Mal went in and put some things away while John and George put their guitars in their cases and Paul did the same with his bass. When Paul finished putting his bass away, he carried it out into the studio and set it down while he smiled at the Doctor, Rory and Amy.

"Wanna go get something to eat?" he asked them.

They nodded and Paul called to the others and told them they were coming with them.

"We know a good chippie near here if you feel like fish and chips," Paul said to them.

"Sounds good to me," Amy said.

"Yeah, I could go for that," Rory added.

"Chippie sounds good," the Doctor added.

"Groovy. Wait a tic, we're almost ready," Paul said as he went back in the recording booth.

Ringo came out and plopped down in a chair.

"I don't have much to do," he said smugly. "My drum kit stays here so all I got to look after is me drumsticks. Sometimes it's good to be the drummer."

"Except when crazy Hindus want the sacrificial ring off your finger," Rory said.

"Oh yes!" Ringo said while they laughed. "I have that problem all the time. Crazy people trying to paint me red so they can kill me. It's irritating having to change me suits every five minutes."

"What's that?" Paul said, coming outside.

Ringo told him what they were talking about and Paul chuckled.

"That was actually a fun experience. Much more of a plot than Hard Day's Night and we got to shoot part of it in the Bahamas. Nice and warm. You lot said you travel. You need to go to the Bahamas sometime if you get the chance."

He picked his case up off the floor and used the strap to carry it on his back. George and John came out doing the same thing with their guitar cases. After telling the other George and Mal they were leaving, they wished them goodnight and walked outside. By the time they got outdoors the sun had nearly set. Dusk provided the Beatles with some camouflage from the fans but John went to his car and passed out some fedoras and dark sunglasses to his friends. Paul put a grey fedora on his head and put on his sunglasses.

John walked to the driver's side and looked at Paul when he noticed he wasn't coming with the others.

"Walking?" he asked him.

"Part of the way. I gotta go over to the house and drop my bass off and let Jane know that I'll be back early tonight. We'll get a cab and meet you there."

John nodded before he got in. Paul stepped back and stood with the others while the other Beatles closed their doors and they drove off.

"Come on, you lot can meet Jane before we go and eat," Paul said as they followed him. "I room with her and her family in their house and they like to meet my friends. We'll say a quick hello and then be off."

(Meanwhile...)

"Report..."

"It is nearly finished, my master. Soon the Beatles will be ours to control and through them and other entertainers, we will control the thought of the masses."

"Have the Beatles agreed to sing the songs we have written for them?"

There was a moment of hesitation.

"Well?"

"Not yet, Master, so far they and their producer have refused to cooperate."

"That is unfortunate. We may have to put our second plan into action in order to get them to cooperate. We must own them or all is lost."

"Yes, Master. Do you wish me to carry out the second plan?"

"Not yet. Give them one more chance."

"And if they refuse?"

"Choose one of the Beatles and kill him. Offer him up to our Lord Satan as a sacrifice to his glory."

"I understand, Master. I believe I know who among them would be the perfect sacrifice."

"Remember, my acolyte, if you carry it out, make it look like an accident. We don't want to arouse suspicion in the entertainment community, at least not yet. Once the Beatles and others like them are completely in our thrall then we can drop all pretense."

"Yes, Master. What about the doubles?"

"They are nearly ready. The brainwashings and training are complete and our Lord is only waiting to see if the Beatles will cooperate. If they don't, then we will eliminate one of them and use his double. Once that happens, we can proceed with the next phase and perform the plastic surgery that will make them look like their counterpart. Until then, they will remain in their cells."

"Yes, Master."

"Now go and keep an eye on the Beatles. Try again tomorrow and if they refuse, pick the one you will sacrifice and then...let nothing or no one stand in your way."

"Hello?" Paul said as he unlocked the door of the house he shared with Jane Asher and her family. "Jane? You here?"

He looked around while the Doctor, Amy and Rory stood behind him. He called once more and shrugged when he didn't receive an answer.

"Musta went out to eat with her parents. They do that if they think I'm gonna be working late," Paul said to his friends. "Be right back."

He rushed upstairs and put his bass in his room. He came back down five minutes later and slapped his hands.

"Right, let's go meet the others," he said.

He locked the front door and put the key in his trouser pocket before he and the others walked to the pavement.

"You're welcome to come back to the studio in the morning," Paul said as they looked for a cab. "Mal will let you in again. Where are you staying the night? Are you close? I take a walk in the early morning and if you're close enough, I can come get you and walk with you."

"Actually, we're very close," the Doctor said. "But there's no need to come get us. Now that we know where you're staying, we can come and meet you in the morning for your walk."

"Okay. I usually start out about five a.m. then," Paul said.

"Will you be alright?" Amy asked.

"Sure. This neighborhood, everyone knows me and they keep an eye on Jane's house. Our neighbors chase away any fans that try to camp out and they look after me when I'm out walking. I'll be fine."

"I mean...you know...those two men," Amy said.

Paul scoffed at that as he spotted a cab and signaled for it.

"Them? P'eh, I think they're a couple of windbags. I don't think they'll do anything. They wouldn't dare. The moment it got out that they hurt Paul McCartney they'd have to run for their lives because a bunch of angry fans would want to rip them to pieces, not to mention Jane, her family and my neighbors. I'll be alright, Amy."

The cab stopped and all of them got inside. Paul gave the cab driver the directions to the chippie and all of them relaxed as it pulled away from the curb.

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