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about it, yeah?

As your supervisor I do need you

to have a think about it, all right?

Yeah.

Hello, is Corrine there, please?

It's Ian Curtis from

the Employment Exchange.

I was just wondering how she'd been...

What?

Just like that?

From having a fit?

I didn't know that could...

Oh. I'm so, so sorry.

Ian, love,

I'm going to bed now.

Are you comin'?

All right?

Hi. They wouldn't let me in.

My name weren't on the guest list.

I didn't know.

Somebody should've.

It's bloody embarrassing.

No, I didn't know you were pregnant.

- Hiya.

- All right, Debbie?

- Where's Ian?

- Congratulations.

Oh, don't look so shocked, Rob.

It's been comin' a long time.

Hiya.

What are you doing here?

- She's a mate of Hooky's.

- Right.

Hi. I'm Ian's wife.

Hi.

Do you think it's right for you

to be out in your condition?

Ian.

Ian.

Come on, into the pain.

Keep going...

I've got the head, Debbie.

Well done, well done. One last time.

- One last time.

- I can't.

Go on. Yes, you can,

you can, you can.

Good girl. Well done.

Good. That's great.

Here we are. That's right.

Ah, here we are. It's a girl.

Ohh!

Congratulations.

Mum and Dad.

Hello. Hello.

Hey.

I need a cig.

Silklands Nightclub.

Part-time barmaid.

One pound ten an hour.

Mum and Dad can look after Natalie.

What do you think?

Well, it won't be for long.

I'll take care of you as soon

as the new album comes out.

Well, what happened

to that tenner I gave you?

Well, my wages are the same

as everyone else's.

- Talk to Ian, you know. Find out.

- Mmm-hmm.

OK.

- No promises.

- All right, I'll ask him.

Look, I've gotta go.

Give Natalie a kiss for me.

I love you too.

Not bad, eh?

The journalist makes us out to be

a bunch of pricks. Who gives a f***?

A bunch of cool pricks,

that's what I say.

- Who's that?

- Some French bird.

Wants to do an interview.

She's not a Frenchy.

She's, uh, she's a Belgy.

- What did you tell her?

- I said I'd ask,

but it's unlikely to happen now.

It's only a crappy European fanzine.

Well, I'm all right.

Why don't we do it tonight?

We can invite her back

to where we're staying.

- What's her name?

- Annik.

Annik. Different.

It's foreign.

I'll have a word, boss.

Annik? Hola.

Come on, then. Let's have it.

OK.

OK, so, um...

Do you like the Buzzcocks?

They're a good laugh.

Yeah, they're all right,

apart from the "c*cks" bit.

There you go.

What is the most beautiful thing

you've seen in your life?

I saw a beautiful drum kit down at

Johnny Roadhouse's shop once.

What about music?

Is that beautiful?

Some of it.

What about Joy Division's music?

Some of it, yeah, but...

...some of it's

not meant to be beautiful.

Does anyone believe in love?

I believe in pure... sex.

I believe in feeling, yeah.

What does that mean?

You know, like if I had a car,

and I felt love for the car

and somebody kicked my car.

I'd be as upset as if

they kicked my girlfriend.

So you're not a journalist, then?

It's a hobby thing, not a full-time job.

I work for the Belgian embassy,

for the chancellor.

Sounds interesting.

Free, independent woman.

I suppose so, yes.

Tell me about Macclesfield.

It's grey, it's miserable.

I've wanted to escape it my whole life.

What about your wife?

She loves it in Macclesfield.

You were married so young.

I've never heard of people

marrying so young.

Yeah, I know.

My marriage was a mistake.

- Are you tired?

- Mmm-hmm.

Ian?

Ian?

What time are they coming for you?

Half an hour.

Right. I'm gonna nip to the shop.

Back in a minute, OK?

You got your passport, Ian?

Up the continental in the rental.

Come on.

Fresh air.

All right, love?

- Hi.

- Hi.

Hiya.

I'll get in the back this time.

Hi, Debbie.

I must have been out

when you called.

It was hard to get to a phone.

Come on, girl. Yeah.

Come on, girl.

Did you remember to take your pills?

Yeah.

Are they working?

I had an attack in Berlin.

Oh, Ian, if they're not working

we need to get you a doctor's

appointment to change the medication.

We really missed you.

Oh, there's this girl at work

called Claire,

and, uh, she's invited us

to her flat warming party.

Hasn't she?

And I said, um, that we'd go. 'Cause

Mum and Dad can look after Natalie.

That way we get a lie in. Don't we?

Daddy. Daddy's home.

- Do you like the Buzzcocks?

- Yeah.

We're on tour with them as well.

Don't know what you were

worried about. He fits in fine.

But he can seem a bit distant

to people he don't know. Trust me.

Do you trust him when he's away?

- You know, with other girls.

- Totally.

He's so protective, you know.

He hates me wearing short skirts.

Goes mad if I talk to other blokes.

He is quite famous now,

though, isn't he?

Not to me.

I still wash his underpants.

Do you want to sleep with other men?

What?

Do you want to sleep with other men?

That's a strange question.

Because... if you did...

...it'd be OK.

I'd be OK.

Are you being serious?

When you say a thing like that it makes

me think you don't love me anymore.

I don't think I do.

Belgian Embassy.

Hello, um...

Can I speak with Annik Honore, please?

One moment.

Annik Honore, bonjour.

Steve! Hey, kill it! Kill it!

Kill it, kill it.

- Something's up.

- What?

Rob's got one of his cheesy grins

going again.

You've been spending our wages,

Rob, or what?

Come on, then,

you twisted bastard, out with it.

It's all happenin', boys.

Pack your bags, saddle up.

Nineteenth of May we're off to the

US of f***in' A for a two-week tour.

- You're joking?

- We're gonna be contenders.

We're gonna be somebodies.

How'd you wangle that one?

I put a lackey band

around Tony's cock and balls.

Did it drop off?

I thought we'd celebrate.

Bring them here, Terry.

Nice one.

What are you doing in here?

Who's Annik?

Eh?

How long have you been seeing her?

Answer me, Ian! Don't ignore me!

Eh?

How long have you been seeing her?

Do you love her?

Do you love her, Ian?

I love you.

I really, really love you.

No one loves you like me.

No one.

Just answer me, Ian!

Please answer me!

I don't deserve this.

I don't deserve this.

F***in' hell.

Sorry, Debbie.

I owe you everything.

I love you.

What does that mean?

I'll finish with her.

Please.

London Euston.

The next train to arrive

at platform six.

- Eh-up. You all right, love?

- Hello.

- Good to see you.

- Hello, love.

- Hello. Hi.

- All right?

Steve, go and turn the heating off.

I wanna get it colder in here.

Will you two twats

get the f*** out of my studio?

- All right.

- Go on, f*** off.

Got it, Ian. It's good.

It's f***in' genius, actually.

Hello?

I told her.

F***in' hell!

Twinny, come on, give us a hand.

Come on, take him your way.

Take him your way.

Here, Twinny, get him some water.

We're Joy Division, you're the crowd.

Good night. God bless.

- Was it a bad one?

- You've had worse.

Did Annik see?

Everyone saw.

That was superb, that, Ian, mate.

You played a f***in' blinder.

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