Good Vibrations Page #2

You haven't anything a

bit more substantial?

You mean like a house?

It was pretty straightforward.

The 40 quid swung it.

But here, I might be home a bit late.

I've a wee problem to sort out first.

- Hello?

- Marty? Terri Hooley.

There were people in our town who

shot people because of their religion.

There were people in our town that

shot people because of their politics,

or because of something they'd said

or something someone

said they'd said.

There were people who shot people to

make sure their guns were working right.

Why doesn't everybody sit down?

Some of those people were sitting

in that bar when I walked in.

And some more of them

had walked in behind me.

You know the old saying about

the devil and the long spoon?

Thought for a bunch of c*nts like you

a few LPs ought to do the trick.

Well, don't all dive in at once.

Stick it out.

Right, now, everybody happy?

Okay. Now, can I ask you

something in return?

See, when this shop opens,

there's to be no coming round

looking a donation for the

Republican prisoners

or the Loyal Orange Widows.

Oh, and another thing,

there's to be no trying to kill me.

Anybody.

Now, what about one for the road?

That was some performance there, son.

- I try my best.

- Mmm-hmm.

You see them ones there,

you don't need to worry about them.

Even the crazies remember a time

before it was like this.

It's the ones coming up behind

that you need to look out for.

It'll take more than a few

LPs to buy them off.

- You underestimate my record collection.

- Mmm?

Yeah, right.

Cheers!

Are you actually open?

Aye, we're open.

- What's your name?

- Pugwash.

Pugwash, get that down you.

Cheers.

I was sure there were

people like us around.

They'd just fallen down the cracks.

But we had reggae on our side,

and country, and folk,

and blues, and rockabilly

and every kind of crazy, brave

and beautiful record on our shelves.

It was only a matter of time

before we smoked 'em out.

Great choice!

Too Many Saviours On My Cross.

It'd have been wasted

on him anyhow, Terri.

You're probably right.

That's right, missus.

And if you've got any sense...

I said if you've got any sense,

you'll boycott the place.

Right.

Don't let the name fool you.

"Good Vibrations. "

Naked capitalism is what it is!

F***'s sake, Dad!

Hey. Boys!

Run!

Just the one today, Terri.

Ah, Pugwash, beehives

and teenage suicide.

We obviously share the

same taste in women.

Three pound.

Have you Orgasm Addict?

- I think you've got the wrong shop.

- Buzzcocks?

- Definitely the wrong shop.

- F*** Off?

- What? - "If you don't

wanna f*** me, f*** off. "

The Electric Chairs.

I thought this was supposed

to be a record shop.

- I'll order them.

- Mmm-hmm.

Now, here you go.

Hot off the press.

Here, stick that up for us.

A gig?

Who's putting this on?

Us.

And those records? Where

are you hearing all this stuff?

- Peel.

- John Peel?

Last time I heard,

he was playing Pink Floyd.

Sorry, boys.

If I'd known you were gonna drag me down

here, I'd never have printed that thing.

You know they used The Pound

as a morgue on Bloody Friday?

F***'s sake, Dave.

There'll be nobody there!

# You're talking sh*t

# Oh, baby, baby,

can't you see the light?

# You're just talking about

somebody else's life

# You're such a bore

Can't stand you no more

# Think I'm gonna throw

up in your face

# You're a disease, babe

You're a disease

# You're a disease, babe,

your face a disease

# I don't wanna catch

# You're a disease, babe,

you're a disease

# You're a disease, babe,

your face a disease

# I don't wanna catch! #

We're The Outcasts.

Thank you very much!

Cops!

Ah, yes, the Royal Ulster

Constabulary.

The boys in battle green.

We had a bit of history,

them and me.

You see, if we find so much as two

cigarette papers in the same room,

it will be an ex-record shop.

Of course, they had some serious sh*t to be

dealing with out on the streets of Belfast.

You'd have thought their hands

would have been full.

Pinkie, that your own hair?

Let's see some ID, love.

- What age are you?

- 18.

Mmm-hmm, and what's your name?

Excuse me, Officer. I'd like

to report a civil war outside.

Step away!

No, no, no, you take your time.

The shootings, the bombings,

the intimidation,

that can all wait while you smell her

breath to see if she's been drinking.

Right, you three,

stay where you are.

As for you, I've warned you

once already. Step away!

Right, so...

We hate the cops.

We hate the cops.

S- S R-U-C! S-S R-U-C!

S- S R-U-C! S-S R-U-C!

S- S R-U-C! S-S R-U-C!

S- S R-U-C!

# You drive your daddy's car

# But you drove us all too far

# You got so many friends

# But they'll see you in the end

# Big time, you ain't

no friend of mine

# Big time, you ain't

no friend of mine

# You've always got

some money

# But you never buy the drinks

# You always dress

so slick and neat

# And everybody thinks

# Big time, you ain't

no friend of mine

# Big time, you ain't

no friend of mine

# Big time, you ain't

no friend of mine

# Big time, you ain't

no friend of mine

# You're just big, big time

# You are just big, big time #

Rudi! Rudi!

Rudi! Rudi!

You might be needing this.

Boys, where have

you been all my life?

Do we know you?

Terri Hooley. I run a record shop,

and that Big Time song...

# Big time, you ain't no friend... #

I want that in my shop.

- You can want all you like.

- Uh-huh.

You mean you haven't recorded it?

Recorded it, aye.

Who's gonna come to

Belfast to sign us?

Just the way it is.

We don't care.

F***'s sake!

Raise your expectations!

I'll do it, I'll put it out.

- You're pissed.

- So what?

- I'll put that record out.

- How?

I dunno. How hard can it be?

Whatever you think, mate.

I'll be in touch next week, fellas.

You're making a record!

You can't just go charging

into something like that!

Anyway, we're meant

to be a collective.

We are.

You're printing the sleeves.

Here, will you record us, too?

I'm not that f***ing pissed.

You'll never believe

what I've just seen!

These kids, they don't give a sh*t!

You have to hear them!

Now? What time is it?

I don't know. 4:
00.

You have to hear them.

Everybody has to hear them.

Right.

Have you still your shoes on?

Everybody.

# Praise the Lord, I saw the light

# I saw the light, I saw the light

# No more darkness

No more night

# I am so happy

No sorrow in sight #

I finally understood what

converted Peel

from Pink Floyd and all

that prog rock sh*t.

John Peel. Greatest

radio DJ of all time.

He got what it was all about.

The revolutionary power

of the 7" single.

That's why all the big companies'll tell

you there's a secret to making 'em.

Come on, it'll be brilliant.

Aye, okay. Christ.

Are you the owner?

He just nipped out.

I phoned earlier. Terri Hooley.

So when can you fit us in?

I don't know, we're pretty busy.

Oh, you're joking me?

We've a couple of flute bands

coming in next week

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