Sid and Nancy
- R
- Year:
- 1986
- 112 min
- 2,397 Views
[Man #1] We've got a domestic
violence report on 21st street,
between sixth and central
at the chelsea hotel.
Domestic violence
at Chelsea Hotel.
[Man #2]
We got a 911 report coming in.
Nearest unit,
please respond.
D.v. Report.
Domestic violence, Chelsea Hotel.
[Radio chatter, indistinct]
[Radio chatter continues]
[Man]
Who called 911?
Did you call 911?
Did you call 911?
[Sighs]
Get sal in here.
Keep the f***in' press back,
will you?
[Woman crying]
No! Let's go, kid.
Sid didn't do this.
He didn't do this.
She was nice. She was.
You know the type. She's a camp
follower. She was a camp follower.
She would go to bed with anyone,
as long as they were part of a group.
Now, officer, please,
we try to check everybody.
[Man]
Sid and Nancy, they were heroin addicts?
[Man #2]
No, man, they didn't do any drugs.
- [Man #3] we don't allow junkies in here,
ever. - Yeah, man. Listen, come here.
Listen, I'm on my way downtown.
You got a couple bucks?
I don't have any money,
all right? Come on, man.
I make it a policy.
I never... Hey, Sid.
There he is. That's sid.
Hey, that's Sid Vicious!
[All clamoring]
Hey, what happened, Sid?
[Clamoring continues]
Why don't you smile for us, Sid?
Send him away.
Yeah, smile.
Give us a big smile.
Why did you do it, kid? I thought the
register said you were married.
Who was the chick,
your groupie?
No!
Get out, Billy. Goddamn it!
He bit my hand!
That f***er bit
my goddamn hand!
I said get out! What the hell you
people think this is, a f***in' mets game?
Get out!
Fine.
You made him mad, kid.
You're in big trouble.
I'll see you later,
punk. Big trouble.
[Coughing]
Why you so tense, kid?
Look, we just wanna know
who the girl was.
Where did you meet her?
Son?
Son.
[Sniffles]
I met her at Linda's.
Linda.
Who's Linda?
[Man shouting]
Linda! Lin! [Sid] Linda!
- Lindy!
[Dog barking]
[Continues barking]
Go on.
Go on, Sidney.
Spray the beast.
[Whining]
Come on.
That's a really good dog. Boring!
Linda!
Boring.
[Whistles]
Linda!
Linda!
Linda!
Piss off,
dog meat! Linda!
Linda! Lin! Linda!
- [Whistles] Oi, linda!
- Linda!
[Shouting continues]
It's a real waste
to smoke that sh*t.
Don't you
have any needles?
[Glass breaking]
Great.
I wonder who that is.
Hey.
Naughty boys.
[Together]
We're vacant we don't f***ing care
no. No "f***ing".
Not "we don't f***ing care."
How many times
do I have to tell you? I don't care.
[Laughing]
Hey, linda, guess what.
What?
You two got married?
No, I'm the bass player...
in the Osmonds!
- What happened to the other bloke?
- He washed his feet too much.
Sidney never
washes his feet.
What's for tea?
Baked beans or champagne.
Wonderful.
[Laughing]
[Linda]
You f***er.
Nancy, this is Sid and John.
[Burps]
And they are... the Sex Pistols.
I love the Sex Pistols.
I have all your albums
back in New York.
Oh, yeah?
Well, where's that then?
[Record scratching]
Hi, Johnny .
I'm Sid.
He's Johnny .
So, playing
a gig tonight?
"Playing a gig tonight?" Yeah, we're
playing a gig tonight. So what?
So I can come and check you out
and see if you're as sh*t as people say.
[Sarcastic laughter]
F***in' great we are.
The sex pistols.
Do yourself a favor.
Boring, Sidney.
Boring, boring.
Boring, boring, boring.
Exterminate. Exterminate.
Boring, boring, boring. Exterminate.
Exterminate! Exterminate!
Exterminate!
Exterminate! Exterminate!
Exterminate!
[Man]
Lovely girls and different girls.
All nude all the time.
Step inside and have
the time of your life.
Come on, sir. Take your clothes
off and have your dinkle tinkled.
Here we go.
Good evening, boys.
Would you like to step inside?
These bints, they ain't foreign,
is they?
No, of course not, sir.
Every one an English rose.
They grow on you.
Oh, f***.
The doorway to the seedy
underbelly of London.
Step right up.
Is it f***ing worth it?
Yes, it is!
Bind me, tie me chain me
to the wall what a scumbag.
I wanna be a slave
for you all come on.
Oh, bondage up yours
oh, bondage no more
oh, bondage up yours
oh, bondage no more
chain gang, chain smoke
I consume you all
chain gang, chain mail
I don't care at all
oh, bondage
up yours
[indistinct]
Thanks for tellin' me.
Did you see me
knock that hippie?
Good, eh?
Get up there and fulfill our contractual
obligations, all right?
Good god,
what's this?
A bass guitar.
Hey, sid. There's dick dent.
Who's dick dent?
He's just some wankin' journalist...
who don't appreciate
the Sex Pistols.
Go get him, Sidney.
Go!
Hey, Sidney.
Come on when you're ready.
- All right.
- One, two...
one, two, three, four.
I, I, I, I
I'm not your steppin' stone
I, I, I, I
I'm not your steppin' stone
where's the f***in' bass?
I try to make a mark
in society
you're using all the tricks
that you used on me
I know you got your baby
in the magazines
f*** it!
The clothes you're wearing
are causing a scene
I, I, I, I
I ain't your steppin' stone?
Fat bastards!
I, I, I, I
I'm not your steppin' stone
I, I, I, I
I'm not your steppin' stone
I, I, I, I
I ain't your steppin' stone?
Ah, steppin' stone
[ends
[shouting, cheering]
[Sid]
You know, I was so...
I was so bored once...
that I f***ed a dog.
[John]
Why, Sidney, how low can you get?
I'm cold.
Is it in yet?
No.
Well, maybe.
[Burping]
[Farts]
[Burping]
[Farting]
Evil.
[Burps]
[Farts]
[Woman]
Shut the f*** up! [Man] shut up!
F*** off!
Shut up.
Take me f***in' eye out.
Queer.
I'm starving.
I'm so hungry.
I want a pizza.
[Sniffs]
You smell like
a f***in' pizza.
Bollocks.
Shut up.
Nancy.
F***in' jesus christ.
You're not
getting anything.
What?
You heard.
F***ing americans. That's
all you ever think about... sex.
None of us fucks, see?
Sex is ugly.
None of your
free hippie love sh*t here.
You're insane.
Give me me blanket.
F*** off!
Linda.
Sh*t.
F***in' a**hole.
Linda.
How vile.
Sex is boring.
Ugly hippie sh*t.
F***in' insane too.
F***in' insane.
[Hard rock on stereo]
Get the darts, Paul.
Show me your hands.
Keep 'em where I can see 'em.
I'm watchin' you,
you bastards.
Hey, Paul.
You f*** off! F*** off!
Steady on, boys.
Bastards!
It's not funny.
You could stick me in the eye.
Put it in me brain.
I couldn't play the drums then.
You can't play the f***ing drums anyway.
Bollocks.
And speaking of c*nts
who can't play.
Hello, girls.
Where'd you get your perms?
You old Rod Stewart
look-alike.
You f***in' tick. Any chance
of running your mascara?
I don't mean to be
mundane or anything,
but I either need
the drugs or the money.
I'm broke. I need it.
It's 50 quid.
F*** you!
[John laughing]
Sh*t. You get
the f*** out!
[Woman]
Mr. Rotten, I'm so pleased...
four more pints, sid.
What do you think of Northern Ireland?
[Sobbing]
What's the matter?
Are you all right?
No!
Why, do I look
all right?
That f***er in there
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