Sid and Nancy Page #3

and send us $200,

and then Sid could

pick it up here tomorrow,

like, first thing

when they open.

Why not?

I am so married.

I am!

What do you mean?

He loves me

more than you do!

Yes, I am!

No! Shut up!

Listen to me!

If you don't send us

the money right now,

we're both gonna

f***ing die!

You'd like that,

wouldn't you?

F*** you!

I f***in' hate them!

I f***ing hate them!

[Yells]

F***ing motherfuckers!

They wouldn't

send us any money!

They said we'd

spend it on drugs!

We would.

Myself

my beautiful self

no feelings

no feelings

no feelings

for anybody else

hello and good-bye

and runaway sue

follow me around

like a pretty pot of glue

I kick you in the head

you've got nothing to say

get out of my way

'cause I gotta get away

you never realize

I take the piss out of you

you come up and see me and I beat

you black and blue I'm bored!

I could be standing over at lions

and, like, pulling.

Punks don't go out pulling.

They go to f***ing boring gigs like this.

That's what

it's all about.

I ain't gonna be

a punk no more.

What you gonna be then,

clive, a skinhead?

I'm gonna be a rude boy,

like my dad.

There ain't no moonlight

after midnight

I see you silly people

out looking for delight

well, I'm so happy

and feeling so fine

I'm watching all the rubbish

you're wasting my time

I look around your house

you've got nothing to steal

I kick you in the brains

when you get down and kneel

and pray

phoebe,

how would you like to supervise

our Sidney for a month or two?

No way. Go on. You'd be a god

influence on the boy.

Why not? Infectious hepatitis,

loony girlfriend, drugs.

Boys will be boys.

It's time he went back

to his mum's.

Your Daddy's gone away

be back another day

see his picture

hangin' on your wall

f***. F***, f***,

f***, f***, f*** it!

What? What's the matter?

F*** it!

I can't find it,

my action man.

You mean G.I. Joe.

I had it in me hands five minutes ago.

I've had it since I was a kid.

It's very valuable.

I want to kill.

Wait, flying in,

telly Savalas.

[Screaming]

Oh, no.

Oh, no!

He's drowning!

We tried to save him,

but it was too late.

[Gunshots on TV]

I used to have

a special hair barbie.

You mean Sindy, Nancy.

No, I mean barbie, Sidney.

I'll never look like barbie.

Barbie doesn't have bruises.

Sid, look at this.

I look disgusting.

Look, Nancy.

Why don't you do

these dishes please, eh?

What?

What did you say to me?

Oh, f*** it.

I'll do 'em meself.

Good.

What's the matter, sid?

Did you do a little speed

or something?

Nope.

[Muttering]

[Laughing]

I was bored.

I'm bored now.

Where's the bloody soap?

Up your ass.

[Blowing rasberry]

Sh... oh, I better

cover this up.

Somebody could see it.

Sh*t. Christ.

[Vacuum whirring]

My mum's gonna be home,

so stop mucking about.

Oh, what's the difference?

Yeah, but it's the least I can do...

what, with her risking her life every day

as a motorcycle messenger.

Oh, god, if you were earning half

of what you were worth,

you'd buy your mom

a f***ing army.

Well, why don't you shut

your f***ing mouth?

If it weren't

for me mum's kindness,

we'd be on

the f***ing streets!

Yeah? And if it weren't

for your own stupidity,

we'd be living in our own

apartment in Paris, France.

Get off the f***ing bed!

No!

Look at this sh*t!

Can you believe this?

[Whooping]

Okay, look. Stop it now.

Come on, we've both had fun now.

Take that off. It's my mummy's.

Look, it will tear.

Oh, I thought it was yours. Ow!

F*** you! Just piss off when

the going gets tough?

F*** you!

Insult me only f***ing mother!

F*** you both.

You love her more than me!

Yeah, I f***ing do and all!

You mama's boy,

you a**hole!

You...

[screams] [Laughing]

Sid! Sid!

What?

Look at me! I look like f***ing

Stevie Nicks in hippie clothes.

No, you look nice.

You look nice. [Shouting]

No, yuck!

Ew! Help me!

[Nancy screaming]

[Sniffing]

[Linda] hello, John. What are you doing

up so early in the afternoon?

I've come to see my best mate.

He's in his boudoir.

Is he out of it?

Hey, Linda.

You know you've got a man

hangin' from your ceiling?

Don't mind him. He's one of

my customers, Edward.

Just abuse him now and again,

and he'll be as good as gold.

Don't hurt me,

for god's sake. Don't hurt me.

I'll do anything you want,

but I implore you not to hurt me, please.

- [Gasps]

- [Laughing]

Sidney, wakey, wakey.

Sid, wake up, dear.

Sidney, wake up.

F*** off, John.

Oh, I'm sorry I kicked you,

Sidney. It was an accident.

[Nancy]

Leave us alone.

Look, I've got two tickets

for rock head at the rainbow.

It'll do you good

to go and see him.

I hear he's

cleaned up his act.

He don't do any drugs

or drink... hardly.

And he's all

the better for it.

I know rock head.

I bet you do.

Rock head's

got the best drugs.

Let's go see rock head.

Hey, John, mate,

make us a cup of tea.

[Laughing]

You're funny.

[Laughing]

I don't even want to be here.

[Pistols firing]

[Whooping]

[Yelling]

Yes, madam.

The Sex Pistols

for mr. Head.

What a f***in' palace.

I wish I lived here.

Mr. Head's room, please.

[Classical piano]

[Nancy]

Rock.

Rock, you big head.

Hi, uh...

Peggy, ain't it?

Nancy.

And this is Sid Vicious

and Johnny .

They're

from the Sex Pistols.

Impress them with your drugs.

[Glass breaking]

Drugs?

Do we have any drugs, boys?

Rock head

does not do drugs.

Right.

Don't be so f***ing stingy.

Pull out the drawer.

We'll have a bible reading.

Give me five pounds.

F*** off.

Uh, look,

you want some water?

I got some

with bubbles in it.

How about some room service, Mr. Head?

F*** off.

Uh, Jennifer,

ring for the cart.

F*** him, Sidney. His drugs were

garbage anyway. They were not.

Lend us five pounds.

Hello, room service.

[Continues]

[Pistol fires]

So, it appears

we are related.

[Burping]

Eh?

The press, they're calling me

the big daddy of punk.

Your role model.

[Chuckling]

Lovely couple.

F*** you, rock head.

What the f*** are you doing here anyway?

[Pistol fires]

I'm gonna f***ing puke.

[Burps]

[Glass breaking]

[Paul] For christ's sake, malcolm.

I know we're not great shakes,

but the bass player

has to keep the beat.

We have to turn his amp off

half the time.

He'll be playing one thing,

we'll be playing a-f***ing-nother.

Lads, I sympathize.

But Sidney's more than

a mere bass player.

He's a fabulous disaster.

He's a symbol,

a metaphor.

[Ringing] He embodies the dementia

of a nihilistic generation.

He's a f***ing star.

[Continues ringing]

[John] He's a f***ing head case.

Shut up.

[Malcom] Phoebe!

[John]

You know, I've talked some sh*t.

[Malcom muttering]

Yeah.

Sidney's not the problem.

The problem, as you are all aware...

it's "spunkin."

She wants you

to book them a suite at...

Uh, where?

[Paul] I want a suite as well.

Rock Head's hotel.

They can't stay here

much longer.

The police were

around here yesterday.

Arrests were made,

substances confiscated.

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