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Have you seen her?

No.

(Crow cawing)

(Raucous laughter and shouting)

What the f*** is all this about, Amy?

Eh?

I don’t know.

(Man) Amy! Amy! Quick, it’s Amy!

(Voices outside)

(Overlapping shouting)

(Man) Amy, you alright?

(Crowd) Ooh!

(Frenzied shouting)

(Man) Another messy night, Amy?

Move, then! Come on!

(Laughing)

(Amy sighs heavily)

(Heavy knocking, door breaks)

Police! Police!

Blake Fielder-Civil, I’m arresting you on suspicion of causing Grievous Bodily Harm.

Nah, that’s bollocks, mate.

No, it’s not. Any drugs in the house?

Oh… I think we done ’em all, didn’t we?

Blake…

(Officer) Go and have a look, will you? Can you put some pants on, please?

Can I?

Yes.

Will someone tell me what the f*** is going on, please?

(Officer) Your husband assaulted a pub landlord and put him in hospital.

(Amy) He hasn’t done anything!

A broken cheekbone and a fractured eye socket.

So what? Blake! I’m going with him! Blake! Blake!

Listen. Don’t worry your head, babe. It’s a minor.

I love you!

Listen, don’t worry, yeah?

Blake! Blake! I love you!

F***’s sake!

Blake!

Amy, I love you.

Get the f*** off me! Let go!

Get off me! I’m fine! I’m fine!

I’m fine!

(Man) How are you doing, Amy?

(Crowd shouting)

(Man) The druggie got two years!

(Overlapping shouting)

(Crowd cheering)

It took me three men to get into this dress. Three.

What’s that about? Women, you know, you know.

It takes you three men, three men to get into a dress,

only one man to get you out of one.

(Crowd laughing and whooping)

My husband’s gonna be out of jail soon.

(Booing and whistling)

Who booed? Nah, who booed?

Cos I will find you…

I’ll find your phone, I’ll go into your pocket, find your phone,

and I will text your mum.

Tell her about your bad manners.

Cos they cost nothing, manners cost nothing.

Let’s try again.

My husband’s gonna be out of jail soon.

(Raucous cheering and clapping)

I wanna go down.

Yeah.

(Applause intensifies)

Don’t tell my husband. Don’t tell my husband, y’all!

♪ Nobody stands in between me and my man

♪ It’s me and Mister Jones

♪ What kind of fuckery is this?

♪ You made me miss the Slick Rick gig

♪ And thought that I didn’t love you when I did

♪ Can’t believe you played me out like that

♪ No, you ain’t worth guest list

♪ Plus one of all them girls you kissed

♪ You can’t keep lying to yourself like this, like this

♪ Can’t believe you played yourself like this

♪ Ruler’s one thing, but come Brixton

♪ Nobody stands in between me and my man

♪ Cos it’s me and Blake again

(Chorus) ♪ Me and Mister Jones

♪ What kind of fuckery are we?

♪ Nowadays you don’t mean dick to me

♪ I might let you make it up to me, to me

♪ Who’s playing Saturday?

♪ What kind of fuckery are you?

♪ Aside from Sammy, you’re my…

(Chorus) ♪ Best black Jew

♪ I could swear that we were through, were through

♪ I still wonder about the things you do

♪ Mister Destiny…

♪ Nine and fourteen

♪ Nobody stands in between me and my man

♪ Cos it’s me and Blake again

♪ Me and Blake again ♪

(Crowd whooping and cheering)

You want me to bring you in a cup of tea?

Yeah. Please.

(Door buzzes)

Alright.

You’re alright, yeah? Yeah?

Shall we sit down, then?

(Giggling)

I can’t get any gear. There’s been a drought.

I’m practically clean, except for weed.

I don’t even f***ing like weed.

No.

Sounds bad.

Oh, well, not long to go, now.

Well, it’ll go quick.

That’s easy for you to say, you’re out there having fun.

What do you mean?

My face is getting shoved in the papers every day cos you’re in them.

It seems like you’re out on the town with every Tom, Dick and Harry.

Nothing’s going on, baby.

They said you had another fit.

Yeah.

I was obviously gonna tell you about it.

I get everything I need from the Daily Mail. It said you nearly died.

That’s one of my worst fears, you know.

The chaplain comes into my cell, tells me that you’re dead.

Everyone out there thinks that you’re the way you are now…

…cos of me.

Well, I don’t do anything I don’t wanna do.

Yeah, but the rest of the world is blaming me.

Anyway… I’ve had a moment of clarity, as they say.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Yeah, we can’t be together.

I want a divorce.

What?

The counsellor in here told me what we are is toxic co-dependents.

So, we compete to f*** ourselves up and make the other one feel like sh*t.

Like… “anything you can do, I can do better” type thing,

like drugs and self-harm.

I’ve not cut myself once since being in here, Amy.

Was does that tell you?

I dunno.

What, your f***ing razor’s blunt. You can’t blame everything on me.

We’re drug addicts, Amy.

I’ve got to fight all the other sh*t, too, like your boozing and bulimia,

fans and tours, f***ing Mitch.

I can’t f***ing win, can I?

What are you talking about, ‘winning’?

Blake, it’s not about winning.

It’s about us.

That’s the f***ing problem, Amy. Us.

Blake…

I just need a fresh start., yeah?

Some f***ing normality.

Bullshit!

For f***’s sake.

Bullshit, Blake! And you know it.

You know it.

I’m in your pocket, Blake, forever.

Guv!

That’s the way it is.

Blake!

(Officer) Sit down!

(All muttering)

(Shutters clicking)

Off anywhere nice this afternoon, Amy?

(Mitch) How’s Romeo, then?

He’s clean.

What do you mean?

I don’t wanna talk about it.

Can we go to Soho, please?

What for?

I really miss her.

Are we okay to go in?

Yeah, sure.

It’s in the air. The smell of this place.

What?

Total intoxication.

I can feel Nan’s presence in here.

She’d be so proud of you, honey.

No.

No, she’d have knocked my block off by now,

if she knew I was one of them.

One of what?

An addict, Dad.

What, is that what you are, then?

It’s just I’ve never heard you use that word before, that’s all.

No need.

Everyone else says it for me.

(♪ Jazz band finishes)

Oh. We’re enjoying that, carry on.

It’s a bit hard with Amy Winehouse watching.

Don’t say that.

Do you want some help with vocals?

Yeah, come and join us.

Okay.

Okay.

(Sighs)

Should know this one.

♪ For you, I was a flame

♪ Love is a losing game

♪ Five-storey fire

♪ As he came

♪ Love is a losing game

♪ One I wish I’d never played

♪ Oh, what a mess we made

♪ And now the final frame

♪ Love is a losing game

♪ Played out by the band

(Woman) Mummy’s gonna get a drink.

♪ Love is a losing hand

♪ And it was more than I could stand

♪ Love is a losing hand… ♪

Dad?

Yes, love?

Take me to rehab, please.

You serious?

Let’s go.

(Man outside) Amy! Amy!

Ready?

Amy!

Amy!

(Mitch) Get away from my cab! Get away from my cab!

Just get in, love.

F*** off! Get the f*** out! Will you piss off?

(Rings doorbell)

(♪ Drumbeats)

(Presenter) ‘For Album of the Year, the nominees are:

‘Foo Fighters. Vince Gill. Kanye West.

‘And Amy Winehouse for ‘Back To Black’.

‘For Best Female Pop Vocal Performance, Amy Winehouse for ‘Rehab’.

‘For Record of the Year, Amy Winehouse.

‘For Best New Artist, Amy Winehouse.’

‘Amy Winehouse is not here tonight,

‘but she will performing live on satellite from London.

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