This. This was the moment Paul realised he needed you, but not only you, this is the moment he realised he needed help..

The parties, The Beatles parties, were getting out of hands. The groupies, the drugs, the alcohol, the people, the noise.

After his last line, and a couple girls tried to get on top of him, he realised this is not what he wanted.

He ran out and got to the nearest gas station to find a telephone cabin. Slurring his words, trying to stay conscious, he whispered.

"oh, my god, please, for all the gods, Pick up…”