Sid and Nancy Page #8

you know?

I'm sick and tired of all these

f***ing people that kiss ass! F*** you!

I want to get back with my friends

and people who care. Okay. Okay.

Go on!

Just leave me!

You're always putting f***ing words

in my mouth! Friends?

They don't even care about you!

I am f***ing leaving!

I'm your best friend, Sid.

So you keep f***ing telling me!

And you'll never get straight.

You'll never

get straight, Sid.

You say that

every f***ing day.

It's the same.

I can't get up tomorrow

to the same thing.

I can't do it anymore.

Oh, god, please help me.

Please, you promised.

You're so full of sh*t.

You're so f***in' blind!

No, I'm not.

I'm not blind.

I see everything.

Where are you going?

No! Going out for...

no, it's 5:
00 in the morning. There's

nothing out there! Get out of my f***ing way!

F*** you, sid.

You're so stupid!

Get out of the f***ing way!

You're so f***ing weak!

Help me! Please, you're

so f***ing weak and stupid.

Help me. Help me.

Ow.

F*** off! F*** off!

F***ing hell!

Will you get off?

- You wanna f***ing die?

- Yeah!

Then f***ing die!

[Screams]

F*** you!

[Grunts]

[Sobbing]

[Coughing]

[Sobbing continues]

[Coughing continues]

Oh, sh*t.

[Panting]

Oh, Sid.

Help me.

Oh, Sid.

I don't feel so good.

[Clattering]

[Grunts]

Sid.

Sid!

[Whimpers]

You guys awake? I got something

here for you. Check it out.

Oh, Sid, this is

a serious fuckup, man.

Sid.

[No audio]

I gotta take off.

It's a bad scene.

Whoa. [Departing footsteps]

Who called 911?

Did you call 911?

- Sid Vicious, can I have a picture?

- F*** off!

I'll smash your f***ing cameras!

[All clamoring]

There he is!

Why'd you do it?

Get the punker!

One word:

Did you do it?

Oh, god!

[Gasping, grunting]

[Panting, coughing]

[Door opens]

[Guard]

Is that him?

[Guard #2] Yeah, that's him.

Sid Vicious.

[Chuckles]

[Officer]

One candy bar.

One pack of cigarettes.

Look, kid, you're out on bail, right?

One safety pin.

Why don't you give yourself a break?

One stick of gum. I know you think

you're kinda tough, Ritchie.

There's a lot of guys out there

a lot tougher. One leather-studded arm band.

You can walk out that door,

and you can stay out for good,

sixty-seven cents. Or you can turn around

and walk back in here again.

Five hundred

forty dollars cash.

Sign here, please.

It's all up to you, Ritchie.

I don't see any braces

on your legs.

Oh, yeah.

One more thing.

Sure, kid.

What is it?

Where can I

get a pizza?

[Inmate] Let me out, man!

I didn't do anything!

[Yelling]

[Disco, faint]

Same place, same time

where we can all

get together

and ease up our minds

oh, do a little dance

make a little love

get down tonight

whoo

get down tonight

hey

do a little dance

make a little love

get down tonight

get down tonight, baby

[continues]

Yo, Sid, you want

to dance with us?

I don't dance

with no little kids.

Why don't you stop bein'

stuck up? Yeah, man.

Come on.

Stop bein' so stuck up.

[Continues]

Yeah! Whoo!

That's it!

Yo, Sid, you don't even know her!

What you doin'?

You need some help

with that?

[Rock]

Walking out of England

thinking you were the king

taking on this world

on that bus that goes

through Mexico

where killer love finds

a sweet Mexican girl

but in Mississippi

we rushed into the room

[shouts]

Down in dixie

you were cryin' for dope

down in Alabama

they like home-cooked fare

yeah

so we're gonna strap you

to the fryin' chair

yeah

but I don't know

what love is

is there something else

giving me the chills

but if my hands

are the color of blood

then I can tell

sure I can tell ya

love kills

love kills

love kills

love kills

do you want

to hear the sirens

all sirens in the city

drown out arguing

we were Riker's Island

on a population board

they don't care

about your fame

but I don't know

what love is

is there something else

giving me the chills

but if my hands

are the color of blood

then I can tell ya

sure I can tell ya

love kills

love kills

love kills

love kills

love kills

love kills

[continues]

On the rio grande

people tie you to a tree

ohh-oh-ohh

ohh-oh-ohh

and you can't

call the lawyers

'cause the whorehouse

is asleep

ohh-oh-ohh

ohh-oh-ohh

people end up weak

ohh-oh-ohh

ohh-oh-ohh

they'll throw you in a cell?

Where you can barely breathe

ohh-oh-ohh

ohh-oh-ohh

but I don't know

what love is

is there something else

giving me the chills

but if my hands

are the color of blood

then I can tell ya

sure I can tell ya

love kills

love kills

love kills

love kills

love kills

love kills

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