Sid and Nancy Page #4

They've even been hanging

out of the windows! What rubbish.

This is a respectable hotel, madam.

Lillie Langtry has stayed here.

[Punk]

[Nancy] Baby!

Hi!

[Laughs]

Sid. Sid,

we've got company.

We gotta go.

Let me up. Whoa!

Sid! Nancy!

Sid!

[Grunts]

Stay where you are!

Stay where you are. I'm loaded.

[Both giggling]

Are you all right, Nancy?

Oh, yeah. We're just having fun.

It's lurch.

You want a cup of tea?

Get us a cup of tea!

[Sid] More sugar, if you can.

We have no roof service.

You're dead.

Look, we ain't got time for tea.

He's got to practice.

He's got a tour coming up.

No.

No, I don't wanna go.

I wanna stay here and have really good

screwing bye-byes. Sid. Sid.

Four words...

no women on the tour.

That's five words.

No way, Malcolm.

No f***ing way.

Yeah, right.

There's no way.

[Phoebe] Look, it's purely financial.

We can't afford... an entourage.

I'm not an entourage.

I know what you're feeling.

I know how important your relationship is.

But if you two

wanna stay together,

we'll just have to find

another bass player.

Sid Vicious is the Sex Pistols.

Bollocks.

Oh, yeah,

that's right.

You can't leave me behind.

Paul wouldn't stand for it.

We're the rhythm section.

Paul.

Look, it's only a month.

You can live that long

without each other, can't you?

[Chuckling]

And if you do survive,

I have been talking

to the record company.

They're going to buy you

a little house.

Oh.

How lovely for you.

You think I'm an a**hole,

don't you? Yes, I do.

You really think

you can buy Sid off of me?

F*** you.

Take him.

I only want

what's best for Sidney.

I don't wanna go

on your f***ing tour anyhow.

I got my own stuff to do.

Paul.

[Burps]

Paul.

[Sid coughing]

[Moaning]

Sid.

What are you doing?

Sid.

What?

Stay awake.

These are our last

two hours together.

Stay awake.

What for?

So I can talk to you,

so we can f*** some more,

so we can be together.

[Sighs]

Yeah, but wearetogether.

Come on, give me a break, eh?

Oh.

You give me a break.

I'm the one that's

getting left behind.

Kiss my toes.

F*** off.

F*** you.

F*** this!

F*** this!

Jesus!

Sid, what are you doing?

Christ.

What are you doing?

Stop this.

Sid, come back.

I'm going to the airport.

No, come back.

I'm gonna be early for once, do you

know what I mean? Sid, stop this.

I'm sorry. Stop.

F***in'...

come back.

What are you doing?

Sid. Sid, don't be a jerk.

F*** it, sid.

Don't leave!

Sid!

What about

the farewell drugs?

Sid!

[Sobs]

Oi, how do you

spell holiday?

S-h-i-t.

"Dear mum,

having a lovely..."

you c*nt.

I don't want

a holiday in the sun

I want to go

to the new belsen

I wanna see some history

'cause I got

a reasonable economy

now I got a reason

now I got a reason

now I got a reason

and I'm still waiting

now I got a reason

now I got a reason

[continues on radio]

And I'm still waiting

[man]

It's a great tour, John.

Great tour.

Great country.

[John] Yeah, it's lovely.

It's a pity it's America.

Did you know that I was a bit

of a songster myself?

- I'll bet you didn't know that, did you?

- No, I didn't.

And I've written one lately

that you might like...

'cause it has a punky... A punky sort of feel,

you know what I mean?

I want a job

I want a job

I want a good job

I want a job

I want a job that pay

I want a job

I want a job

I want a real job

one that satisfies

my artistic needs

that's just the chorus.

What's it called again?

It's called,

"I want a job." Oh, lovely.

Hey, Sid.

I want a job I want a job

I want a good job I want a job

[Laughing]

I want a job.

I want a job. I want a real job.

one that satisfies

my artistic needs

hey, you like it?

It's lovely.

You like it, Sid?

Stupid c*nt.

Sid?

[Electric guitar]

Drinks for all

my Texas friends.

Don't you have

any imported beers?

I got no reason

it's all too much

you'll always find us

out to lunch

we're so

get off! Get out of there,

you a**hole!

Get out,

you f***ing bastard!

I'll f***ing kill you!

You f***ing...

we're vacant

don't ask us to attend

'cause we're not all there

I don't pretend

'cause I don't care

f*** off!

[Yells]

Hey, Sid.

He sure can't fight

for sh*t. Delighted.

You motherf***er.

[Weapon cocking]

[Coughing]

Sid, you all right?

You all right?

[Gunshot]

[Ringing]

Ow! You've been a naughty,

naughty newsreader.

And now you're

gonna have to pay.

Hello, Nancy.

It's sid.

Sid!

Where are you?

I'm in America.

Oh, god,

I can't believe you called.

I thought you'd

hate me forever.

I've really been

going crazy for you.

I miss you so much.

I miss you too.

Yeah?

Well, how's America?

F***ing boring.

Listen, I'm sorry about the fight.

Me too.

I never wanna fight with you again.

- I love you.

- I love you too.

Yeah?

- Did you buy me any presents yet?

- Yeah, I bought you loads.

Oh, yeah? What?

I bought you a six-pack and a bra

in the same shop.

Listen, I wish

you were here.

I wish I was there too.

I really do. I love you.

- I love you too.

- I love you. Nancy.

Look, I gotta go. I can't really

talk right now. Linda's got a customer.

Listen...

Nancy?

- Sidney, I gotta go. We're working.

- Nancy!

I wish we could have a bang.

I wish we could too.

- But I'm here and you're there.

- Nancy!

Yeah, I know I'm here,

but I want it off with you.

Look, Sidney,

what am I supposed to do,

put it in a box

and send it?

Nancy! Look, you'll just have

to have sex with somebody else.

Hello? What?

F***in' hell!

F*** it!

[Phone clangs]

[Glass breaking]

F*** this place.

Body

I'm not an animal

I ain't no animal

I ain't no animal

I ain't an animal

I ain't no animal

mommy, mommy

body

right. Who's gonna

f*** me then?

[Country]

I've got two bullets

and a gun

one shot for him

one for his woman

before they make love

in his car

[John]

Is this Johnny rotten?

[Sid]

No, I've only used him twice.

Yes, yes.

Very funny.

The naive wit of imbeciles

has always enchanted me.

Why don't you shut up

and f***ing sing, you twat?

Now, one last time, Sid.

Bollocks, you wanker.

F***ing play the song, will you?

You get the feeling

you're being cheated?

[Audience shouting]

No!

One, two, three, four.

Too many problems

oh, why am i here

I don't need to be me

'cause you're all too clear

and I can see there's

something wrong with you

[continues, indistinct]

problem?

Problem?

Problem?

The problem is you

yeah, that's what they said. On stage they

were so terrible they only did five songs.

[Coughing]

"Welcome Sex Pistols."

Fools.

Are you coming

to the party then?

No, I don't think so.

I don't feel too good.

F***ing typical.

Hey, Sid.

All right.

[Woman]

Rio is so lovely at this time of year.

Will you be staying

for carnival?

[John]

Tell that f***in' woman to shut up!

Tell her yourself,

you twerp! No, you shut up!

[Arguing]

Shut the f*** up,

all of you!

It's about time

somebody came out into the open.

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