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Demo tape.

- Is it any good?

- Of course!

We're the second best band in the world.

No one's heard it.

Dodge has been a proper tape Nazi.

He won't play it to no one.

Yeah, he will. When it's finished.

And when it is, it'll be smart.

You should take it to Spike Island,

give it to the Roses.

When you're backstage.

Laters.

Until Sally I was never happy

I needed so much more

Rain clouds, oh, they used to chase me

Down they would pour

Sent to me from heaven

Sally Cinnamon, you're my world

You do know you're never going

to bang Sally, don't you, Dodge?

He'd have to talk to her first,

or at least finger her.

Oh, you don't know what you're talking

about. None of you understand.

I do! Get her juiced up and that.

Oi, don't be snide. Leave him alone.

It's different with Sally.

She makes me feel like...

She makes me feel like writing tunes.

That is the gayest thing I've ever heard.

She makes me feel like bumming her.

No, wait.

That's the gayest thing I've ever heard.

- See you in a bit, boys.

- See you later.

Oi, it's not that bad of an idea, you know.

- What ain't?

- What Sally said.

If we get on it now and we record

praccy tonight and tomoz,

we can get the tape finished for Sunday,

take it to Spike Island.

Yeah.

No point in always banging on about summat

if you're never going to do

f***-all about it, is there?

We are gonna get in, aren't we?

Yeah, of course. It'll be right.

Wish your Ste was here.

Yeah, well, he's not.

- What's up with you?

It's too fast and choppy and there's

not really a proper melody to it.

Sounds like The f***ing Fall.

It's not that bad.

It's not perfect.

We ain't got time to dick about.

It don't matter.

Of course it f***ing matters.

It's the only thing that does matter.

I've got to get off.

Part-timer.

What?

Nowt. I'll have it bang off

by the time you get back, right.

F***! Jesus wept.

I sound like that bloody Vauxhall Viva

that we had to leave in Aberystwyth.

It's not right, you know, the two of

you laughing like this. You're sick.

...It's not bloody funny.

No. No, it's not.

And I wouldn't wish it on anyone.

Well, maybe Maggie Thatcher.

- So, how're you feeling?

- Oh.

Like I've swallowed a blow torch

and it's stuck here.

- Well, you look better.

Take us to the TV room, will you, son?

I'm dying for a fag.

- He'll meet you there.

- Oh, come on.

- He'll... He'll meet you there.

You won't remember this,

but he used to sing to you.

Ewan MacColl, Father's Song.

Big filthy hands all over you,

just after I'd bathed you in the sink.

He was tone bloody deaf.

Mum.

Is Dad... Is he... Is he all right?

He's very poorly, Gary.

Things need to be talked about.

You know, with you and the stall.

When he's, um...

He's been working out

how to tell you this for weeks.

Excitement is building across the

country, with only two days to go

before Manchester band, The Stone Roses,

take to the stage at Spike Island

in what promises to be

the most important gig of their careers.

How big do you think

The Stone Roses will get?

I think we could be the biggest band ever.

- Really?

- Yeah.

The event will take place

in the industrial town of Widnes,

where preparations

are already well underway.

The concert sold out over a month ago,

- and tickets are now like gold dust.

- Mum, do you want owt?

It's already being touted

as a Woodstock

for the Manchester generation.

Eat it quick.

If Godzuki wakes up, she'll have it away.

Over 30,000 fans

are expected to convene

on the banks of the Mersey this Sunday

at the gig's controversial venue,

an unlikely spot in the shadow

of a chemical and power plant.

Police are warning fans without tickets

to stay away from the event,

promising to deal forcibly

with any attempts to gain entry illegally.

The group provoked more controversy

earlier this year

after a fierce dispute

with their old record-label boss,

who accuses the band

of attacking him with paint.

Don't want to talk about it any more.

It's just one day out.

Common criminals.

And you want to be like them?

I did what you wanted.

- I signed the forms.

- Good.

Army's best place for you.

Or do you think you're better than me?

Please.

Don't make me get upset.

If anyone hadda told me at your age

that I was gonna be a florist,

I'd have had their bumps felt.

But it's a job.

And you'd learn to love flowers.

And your Uncle Hairy. Eventually.

Do I get to choose?

About the stall?

Yeah.

Of course.

You've always got a choice, lad.

I can't force you to do anything

that you don't want to do.

And don't ever let anyone tell you

that they can. Ever.

Then I can't do it, Dad.

I want to be someone,

make summat of my life.

- All right, Tits?

- All right, Jay?

- All right?

- Yeah, yeah, sorted.

- What do this team of remmies want?

- Just having a listen and that.

Who cut your fringe? Mr Magoo?

No. Me mam.

And what the f*** are them kicks?

Adidas four-stripe?

Whatever they are, get

them off our path. Fast.

- You all right, Voodoo Ray?

- All right, boys?

Voodoo, Voodoo Ray, Ray

Hey, hey

A-ha

Ah, ah, ah, yeah

How's your kid, Tits?

What? Yeah. Sound. Still in Ibiza.

No, he's on the Red Bricks.

Drove past him teatime.

He was going in the Dark Side.

Going to bounce on down there now.

In a bit, yeah?

- In a bit.

- Sweet, that's our tickets sorted.

- Yeah, what about the tape?

- What about you stop being gay?

Come on, then, bum chums.

What's he done to you this time?

You all right?

Yeah. Are you?

Yeah.

- He's a dick.

- He's my dad.

And you want to be just like him?

It's done.

I'm going.

Don't tell the others.

Are you two f***ing getting off

with each other over there, or what?

Someone buy us a drink?

'Ey-up, Skids!

- All right, Ste?

- Look at you, man! Come here.

- You all right?

- Yeah, man, I'm good.

Look at you, all f***ing grown up.

What're you drinking, Baby Bio?

- When did you get back?

- Landed about half two.

Here y'are, budgie boy.

Best little fellas in Europe, these.

What about me mum and dad?

I'll sort 'em out with a pill each

when I see 'em next.

What are you on about, you ball bag?

I mean, have you been to the hospital?

No, not yet.

Visiting hours are over now, aren't they?

I'll go up there tomorrow.

He's not good, Ste.

Really not good.

Has Mum rung you?

Couple of weeks ago.

Is that why you're back?

And to see you.

And the Roses, man.

D'you think I'd miss that?

No, of course not. You got a ticket?

Have I, bollocks.

Guest-listed up to f***, aren't I?

What about yous? Do you need me

to sort out a jib or are you right?

No, we're right.

Getting 'em tomoz, off Keith Teeth.

- Keith Teeth?

- Yeah. What?

No, he's all right, Keith Teeth.

Set of Newtons like a f***ed fence,

but he's a good lad.

'Ere y'are. Show 'em what you can do.

I'll play you a little bit of intro, yeah?

Top one, bro.

What's this, amateur night?

No, I was f***ing playing

that, Dave Famous!

You can have it back

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