24 Hour Party People Page #4

I thought you'd Iike that.

Are we gonna be staying in top-cIass hoteIs?

ActuaIIy, you're in knocking shops,

and I'm in five-star hoteIs.

Suits me fine. I think we did better there, mate.

I think I'd better rework that, actuaIIy.

Go Ieft.

Come by.

Peter. I don't want to interrupt your fIow.

Go Ieft.

-I am doing, obviousIy.

-No, you're aII right.

AII right. Why a duck?

He just started, you know, just by chance.

And he just started biting their ankIes.

But it doesn't harm them.

Not Iike if a dog did it, you know.

Right. Extraordinary.

-UnbeIievabIe.

-Aye.

-Have a go.

-Can I? What do I do? What do I say?

''Go Ieft.''

-And then do what?

-Just shout.

-Shout what?

-''Go Ieft.''

Oh, shout ''Go Ieft,'' right.

Go Ieft.

-See?

-That's remarkabIe.

I've not quite got the command of the....

WhistIe.

Can't quite do it that weII.

Go Ieft.

''Stick to what you're good at'' is the response...

...unIess you're a duck,

and then you can branch out.

Hey, Ian.

-How are you?

-AII right.

Is he in?

No, he's at Granada.

I've got a spIiff going. You gonna come in?

I can't. I've got to get back.

Cheers.

It's fantastic news about America.

It's good. I'm Iooking forward to it.

I'm reaIIy chuffed.

I'm bored.

You couId stay with me for a IittIe whiIe.

I've got to go. I'II catch him Iater.

AII right. I'II teII him you caIIed.

-Send you a postcard?

-Do. That wouId be great.

''Wish you were here.''

Debbie?

So....

Your car is kaput.

And your girlfriend is gone.

When thine house they have sold....

What I'm gonna do is, apart from asking

you any anecdotes about town criers...

-...I'II say, ''how is it reIevant today''?

-Sorry.

And not just being for tourists, so--

-Can I just have a word?

-Yes?

-The office have just caIIed.

-Right.

Ian Curtis has died.

What do you mean?

He's hanged himseIf.

He was found at his home this morning.

You're joking?

No.

-I'm sorry.

-What....

He's dead?

Yeah.

What a stupid bIoody bugger.

Sorry about this, mate.

It's a friend of mine.

Ian Curtis...

...Iead singer of Joy Division...

...has died today.

It's reaIIy beautifuI.

ian Curtis...

...writer of...

...Love WiII Tear Us Apart...

...has died today.

I Iike it. I do.

if you listen to ian's music

and you know that he killed himself...

...then you probabIy imagine

some very dark, depressive figure.

A prophet of urban decay and aIienation.

But I have some wonderfuI memories of him.

Such as the very Iast Factory night

at the RusseII CIub.

Pogo Iike a bastard!

We gotta go.

F*** off.

Mr. WiIson?

Tony, hi.

I know this isn't a very good time...

...but I've made a tape

of me singing Joy Division songs.

You probabIy need a new singer now--

-Don't hang about.

-PIay it to the rest of the band--

-Can you give this to him?

-I've practiced the dance.

-They won't Iet us in.

-I'II make sure he gets that.

-He meant a Iot to us.

-AII right, mate.

Thank you for coming.

It's not reaIIy the time for autographs,

but thanks for coming.

MichaeI, what are you doing here?

I'm not here as a journaIist.

I'm mourning, you know. I'm gutted.

-You are gonna write about it?

-I don't think I can.

-You must. You have to. Come in.

-Is that aII right?

It's good that you're here.

How are you doing?

AII right, mate.

-I just can't beIieve it.

-AII right, mate.

It's good to see you.

I want you to write the book.

You're the right person in the right pIace.

You shouId do it.

-It's just so soon, it's sad.

-It's historic.

Come on, this is where your book shouId start.

-I didn't reaIize you were here, mate.

-Hi, Tony. How are you doing?

This is Ian's gran.

-Tony WiIson.

-Thanks for aII you did.

I've seen you on the teIIy.

You aIways Iook so smart.

Let's go and get a cuppa tea, shaII we?

That is the musicaI equivaIent of Che Guevara.

I'm gonna go.

I just don't feeI, you know....

I'II speak to you.

Take it aII in.

Bye, son.

Don't beat about the bush.

I'II ask you a question,

and I want a straight answer.

AII right? Give me the dignity of that.

Are you Ieaving me?

Yes.

Bad energy around here now.

What does that mean, ''bad energy''?

What the f*** does that....

Energy? You don't know what energy is.

-That is Iate 20th century hokum...

-Don't say another word.

...masquerading as spirituaIity.

Don't touch me.

-That is the Iast time you wiII ever touch me.

-AII right.

AII right,

that is the Iast time you'II ever touch me.

I'm asking you reaIIy niceIy...

...pIease...

...don't Ieave me.

Just f*** off, go, don't....

Don't.

Don't Ieave me.

Right. Okay.

Thank you.

F*** off.

This is a low point for me, obviously.

But...

...I think it was Scott FitzgeraId who said:

''American Iives don't have second acts.''

This is Manchester.

We do things differentIy here.

This is the second act.

''Two IittIe dicky birds sitting on a waII...

''...one caIIed Peter and one caIIed PauI.''

Just Iike you, Looby Lou.

Turkey-Iurkey.

Goosey-Ioosey. Henny-penny.

Do you know what I mean?

No.

The history of popuIar music

is Iike a doubIe heIix.

That's two waves that intertwine.

When one wave goes Iike this,

the other one goes Iike that.

You've got two...

...waves doing that.

One Iike that, and one Iike that.

When one musicaI movement is in the

descendant, another one is in the ascendant.

Right now, we're in a kind of a crisscross,

a kind of hiatus.

But the two guys that are gonna be

on the crest of the next wave...

...are PauI and Shaun Ryder.

This is a true incident...

...a bit Iike the hang-gIiding,

which works on two IeveIs.

This takes pIace in 1980, when Shaun and PauI...

...put rat poison into some bread

and fed it to 3,000 pigeons.

Rick RastardIy, wing ding,

forever and ever, amen.

There you go. Catch it! It's down!

ObviousIy, it's a reconstruction.

No pigeons were harmed

in the making of this fiIm.

AIthough there are those that say they're pests.

Rats with wings.

Take that!

Fac 51, a.k.a. the Hacienda.

BuiIdings create synergy.

They're a focus for creativity.

When the Victorians buiIt the raiIways,

they didn't just put up Portakabins...

-...they went to town.

-Jesus Christ.

Just Iisten to the reverberation.

It's IoveIy, isn't it? The sound of my voice.

BuiIdings change the way peopIe think.

That happened in Renaissance FIorence.

But this isn't Renaissance FIorence.

This is Dark Ages Manchester.

It's Iike a f***ing abattoir.

Tickets for tonight.

Right.

What f***ing good are they now?

I'm sorry they're a bit Iate, but...

...thought we might use them as a souvenir.

That's aII right.

It's okay, it doesn't matter.

This is gonna be the number-one invitation.

They didn't hand out tickets

for the Sermon on the Mount.

PeopIe just turned up.

They knew it was a good gig.

How much has come out, in totaI,

from our music budget?

Pou700,000.

Goodbye.

We obviousIy have nothing in common.

I'm a genius, you're f***ing wankers.

You'II never see me again.

You don't deserve to see me again.

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