Sid and Nancy Page #2

ripped me off for 50 quid.

The f***in' scumbag.

What, he stole it

from your purse?

Yeah, almost.

I mean, I gave it to him

the first night I was here.

F***. It's embarrassing.

Never trust a junkie.

Are they junkies,

are they?

Isn't everyone?

You think you can

get me some?

Maybe.

That looks like it hurts.

It does!

So does this.

You really want some?

Yeah.

Give me all your money.

Here.

There. Yeah, yeah, yeah, great.

I'll be back in an hour.

See you here.

At the pub.

[Thunderclap]

Sid, you coming

for a pint? Eh?

Oi, you f***in' wally,

shut the door. F*** off, tosser.

No, I'm waitin'

for this bird.

F***in' "a," man.

What's her name?

Nancy.

Nancy?

You mean that American bird,

the junkie?

[Thunderclap]

What? She ain't a junkie.

That friend of Linda's. Yeah, Nancy.

She's a junkie. F***in' wanker.

Yeah, well, anyway,

I'm waiting for her.

Come on,

I'm buying.

You f***ing tosser.

Come on.

What's the matter?

[Shouting]

[Thunderclap continues]

That's one thing you can't

say about me is I'm tight, you know.

I am wet.

Come on.

[Laughing]

[Coughing]

F***in' girl.

I want me money

back, right?

I'm thinkin' of startin' up this club.

Oh, yeah?

What you gonna call it?

Wally's gaff.

God, that's really good. That must have

taken you ages to think that up.

Well, it's got a certain ring

of street cred about it.

Oh, let's all go to wally's

gaff and have a lager.

Seven pounds,

Water... 12.50.

Where you gonna get all the

money for this? Get a mortgage.

Rod Stewart

at 2:
00.

[Imitating machine guns]

Oi, you wankers!

Wanker!

Go through that door.

Climb to the top of the stairs.

Don't speak to anyone.

Ask for Ashraf.

And don't let her keep you waiting.

Why do I have to go?

I got a broken heel.

And don't get burned.

I hate to wait.

- [Siren approaching]

- [Horns honking]

- Get me out of here!

- What about that chick's gear?

Jettison.

All right, rod?

[Laughing]

What's in this?

Here, they're your mum's.

Who are these for?

Motherfuckers, my clothes!

Hey, you, where's my money?

Sh*t! Goddamn!

Look, I gave you some money the other day.

Help me. Sh*t.

What about my money?

Listen, I'm talking to you...

shut up and help me!

I tought to smash your face in.

All my f***ing stuff is all wet!

What about my drugs?

Here.

Sorry about the mess.

It's these skinheads, see?

We've seen them off, though.

You can't run drugs on the sidewalk, Johnny .

What are you, an idiot?

Sid.

Do you wanna use my gaff?

What's a gaff?

Me house.

Me apartment.

He's a club owner.

Where's the fish and chips?

What fish and chips?

The fish and chips

that you promised to buy us.

Why don't we just go in?

[Children shouting, cheering]

No, see, he lets us in

and then we do the drugs,

and then he goes and gets

the fish and chips.

But I wanna do

some of the drugs.

Yeah, you will.

We'll save you some.

Cheers.

This is where the bouncers

are gonna stand.

[Rock, unamplified]

Wally.

Like, I was at Cbgb's

at this audition, right?

So this guy says,

"can you sing like Debbie Harry?"

It's a bad deal looking like

an established star, let me tell you that.

I mean, I like debbie.

We're really good friends, actually.

- You've done this before,

right? - Oh, yeah, yeah.

Good veins.

[Train passing]

[Vomiting]

[Coughing]

Where you going?

You know.

Know what?

What?

Don't you want me to?

No.

[Electric guitar]

Ow!

Wally!

We don't f***ing care

no, no "f***ing."

It's just, "we don't care."

Ow. Be careful.

Pizza time!

Pizza, my favorite food.

So what are you waiting for, a playback?

Oh, I like pizza.

How many tracks have you laid?

None. We ain't done

no songs either.

Why not? Sid's still

learning it.

Sid, what are you doing?

I'm eating.

No, you can't have any pizza

till you finish...

at least one song.

Yes, I can.

No, I'm serious.

What?

What are you doing here?

You're in the studio.

These places cost, like, 50 grand a minute.

You could be

really shining out.

But what? You're

just "wonkin"' off.

Wankin'.

What happened toyou?

Did you try and kiss

your mother?

None of your business.

John got beaten up

by fascists.

Five minutes to last orders.

I'm gonna get pissed. F*** off.

[Nancy]

Want some pizza, Johnny ?

"Want some pizza, Johnny ?"

He doesn't like

to be called Johnny . He likes to be called john.

See ya, Johnny .

F***in' cabbies,

that's what we should be.

Make 200 quid a night

being a cabbie.

Why don't you f*** off

and be one then?

'Cause it would take

You need

a driving license too.

And a set of golf clubs.

See ya.

[Tape rewinding]

[Sighs]

I don't think

Johnny likes me.

He doesn't like anyone.

He's a fool.

You like me,

don't you?

Yeah?

Mm-hmm.

[Both chuckling]

Kiss my toes.

You want me to?

Yeah.

[Punk]

God save the queen

the fascist regime

they make you a moron

pizza time!

[Yelling]

[Burping] Hey, Johnny , I'm gonna

have a tattoo on my head...

"brain damage."

Sidney, get ahold of that.

[Laughing] [Laughing]

Funny sights, you f***in'...

why can't he puke

over the side?

That's why we have

photographers. We need an explosion.

Where are you going, Sidney?

Oh, Malcy Walcy.

Give me some money.

Sidney, as a Sex Pistol,

all your human needs are seen to...

food, beer,

designer wardrobe.

Why do you need money? Oh, I don't know.

Little things 'round the house.

What sort of little things?

What are those bruises on your arms?

I fell over.

Leave him alone.

Yes, leave me alone.

This man is violent!

That's my boy.

Talk to our camera there,

number two.

I give you complete

full, free reign.

You dirty f***ing bastard.

[Laughing]

You dirty f***er.

Good heavens!

What a f***ing rotter.

What a naughty,

naughty boy.

Is this your girlfriend, Sid?

We both are. You gonna

give us any money for this?

F***ing villain.

[Shouts]

Think of a name

for my baby. Bastard.

Good, huh?

[Chuckles]

Sid, look. Look!

Hey, that's really cool.

Hey, where's the key?

What key?

Your mum says you're a nice boy.

Any comment?

Nancy! Not my hair!

Bloody hell!

I am an antichrist

I am an anarchist

don't know what I want

but I know how to get it

I wanna destroy

passerby

'cause I

wanna be

anarchy

no dog's body

[siren wailing]

Anarchy for the uk

it's coming sometime, maybe?

I'll give the wrong time

stop a traffic line

your future dream

is a shopping

[music stops]

I didn't know pigs could swim.

[Spits]

[People clamoring]

[Indistinct]

[Continues]

[Shouting]

[Screaming]

[Indistinct]

[No audio]

Mom, guess what.

We got married.

Me and Sid.

Sid Vicious, you remember,

from the Sex Pistols.

Hello, mom.

Hello.

What? No.

You'll love him too.

[Chuckling]

Yeah.

So...

so, anyway,

why don't you send us a wedding

present for our honeymoon?

No, we don't

need any sheets.

Why don't you

send us some money?

Well, it's early there, right?

So you could go to american express, like,

right now before it closes...

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