Pistol (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 3 - Part 3: Bodies - full transcript

Steve and Chrissie Hynde begin making more than just music, while the Pistols cause anarchy in the UK and Johnny Rotten finds inspiration in a grieving young woman.

♪ When I need you

♪ I just close my eyes... ♪

[Nurse] Everybody, this is
the number one record this week.

We're going to just
let it gently rock us

into our exercise half hour.

Feel the way it sways.

Just let it take you
from side to side.

Come through, Gary.

Why not join us?
Plenty of room.

Uh, make a space for Gary
in our wake-up circle.

That's it.



That's it.

That's lovely.

Now, everybody hold hands.

[Screams]

Pauline.

♪ But you know
I won't be travelling forever

♪ It's cold out, but hold out

♪ And do like I do

♪ When I need you

♪ I just close my eyes,
and I'm with you... ♪

- I've got her. She's over here.
- [Screams] No!

- No!
- I've got her.

It's OK. I've got you now.
I'm lowering you down.

You're going to be fine.



It's OK. You got her?
You got her?

Just a little bit further.

Little bit...

♪ It's not easy
when the road is your driver ♪

[Gunshot]

[Crackling]

Fuck!

[Woman] Oi!

Oh, fucking hell.

Yeah!

[Steve] We're the Sex Pistols,

and our singer don't like
hearing himself sing.

[Cheering]

It's understandable, really.

[John] I don't like hearing
none of youse!

You can't fucking play!

- So what?
- Yeah, so what?

Get a haircut,
you dirty hippy!

- Fuck off!
- Sing, John.

Yeah, encore.

- Who the fuck are you?
- Encore! Encore!

[Crowd shouting]

Encore! Encore!

- Encore!
- Fuck you!

- Shut the fuck up!
- What's he fucking doing?

- Piss off!
- Fucking idiot.

I always wanted
to see this band.

But I regret to inform you,
ladies and gentlemen...

...that they are shit!

[♪ Band starts playing]

♪ You think
we look pretty good together

♪ You think
my shoes are made of leather

♪ But I'm a substitute
for another guy

♪ I look pretty tall,
but my heels are high

♪ The simple things
are so complicated

♪ I look pretty young,
but I'm just back-dated

♪ Yeah

♪ Substitute lies for fact

♪ Substitute lies for fact

♪ I see right through
your wanker's mac

♪ I look pretty white,
but my dad is black

♪ My fine looking suit
is really made out of sack... ♪

That's disgusting.

♪ I was born with
a plastic spoon in my mouth... ♪

Excuse me, have you paid?

No, right.
There you go.

♪ And the east was facing south

♪ But I'm a substitute
for another guy

♪ I look pretty tall,
but my heels are high

♪ The simple things
are so complicated

♪ I look pretty young,
but I'm just back-dated, yeah

♪ Substitute lies for fact

♪ I see right through
your wanker's mac ♪

You can't pick two fucking
words to put together.

- Pick someone else, then.
- Chuck it on a page...

- Boring!
- ...that'd be fucking amazing!

Why don't you pick
a decent band, then?

At least I picked the band
and not a fucking word, mate.

Oi, out the way!

- Fucking given up or something?
- Silly cunt!

Can't say I love
all of that spitting,

but we're getting better,
ain't we?

A little.

- You need originals.
- I...

Tell that to our
rotten-toothed genius.

The only time that little fucker
runs out of words

is when we're trying
to write songs.

Speaking of songs,
do you wanna come back to mine?

Why would I wanna do that?

Well, we, um...

We didn't finish "Starman".

I think we did.

We didn't,
we didn't do the bridge.

There's no bridge in "Starman".

There is when I do it.

- I'm meeting Nick.
- Why?

- He's not even in a band.
- Chrissie!

True, but he has got
impeccable timing.

Good night, Jonesy.

[Sid] Where are we going?

Where are we going now?

Those monitors...

Nobody likes hearing themselves
for the first time.

- Do I always sound like that?
- No!

Thank Christ.

No, normally you're much more
out of tune than that.

Oh, stay there, stay there.

You were having fun tonight.
I could see you up the front.

Jumping up and down.

He's amazing.

Look, singers are all ponces.

It's the guitarist
what does all the grunt work,

- if you know what I mean.
- I think he's dead clever.

All those sad, angry stories.

They're all covers,
he didn't write them.

But he sang 'em like he did.

I played 'em like I did an' all.

I like to play.

I've been told me fingering
is quite magnificent.

You want to see
what's in my bag, don't you?

Nah, not really.

Good, cos I'm not gonna
show ya.

[Steve] Right,
Rotten is more your type.

You have a nice night, love,
all right.

You too, bab.
Take care.

It's fucking cold out here.

John.

- Yeah?
- Er, Neil Spencer, NME.

Oh, the "enemy".

You can say that again.

Tell your readers that it was
unhygienic but glorious.

Ah, our guitarist,
Steve Jones.

Right, so, uh, what do you
wanna say with your music?

Oh, no, actually,
we're not into music.

We're into chaos.

Yeah, that's good.

Say I said it.
He don't read the NME.

- Too many long words.
- Oh, one other thing to mention

is that our only original
is written by me.

Half-witten
in reference to his half.

Our Wordsmith is
'all handle, no hammer'.

- Can I quote that?
- Certainly.

No, you fucking can't!

The problem is
that the other morons

can't write music
worthy of my lyrics.

Right, and how long's
the band been together?

- Six...
- Four months.

Seems more.

Right, well I predict you'll
have a very long and, uh...

happy future.

- Night-night.
- [Malcolm] Thank you.

Thanks so much for coming.

[Squealing]

...fucking having a go
about me like that

in front of other people.

Do you have a press pass
or anything for that?

Er, no, I'm...
I'm a student. I...

I just filmed it cos I liked it.

Well, I'm not happy.
I should confiscate that.

No, no. It belongs
to the film school. Look...

I'm not trying to make money
or anything, it's just...

I've never seen
anything like this before.

You know, the Sex Pistols,
man, they're like...

the only thing happening
in London right now, and...

I wanna capture it.

[Car engine revving]

Look, wait!

Fuck!

There goes my ride.

[♪ Playing rhythmic chords]

[Banging]

[♪ BETTY DAVIS:
"They Say I'm Different"]

I remembered...

"Starman" does have a bridge.

♪ They say I'm different
cos I'm a piece of sugar cane

♪ Sweet to the core,
that's why I got rhythm

♪ My great-grandma
didn't like the foxtrot, no!

♪ Instead she'd spit her snuff
and boogie to Elmore James

♪ Spit on me

♪ They say I'm different
cos I eat chitlins

♪ I can't help it
I was born and raised on 'em

♪ That's right, every mornin'
I'd have to slop the hogs

♪ And maybe gettin' off
humpin' to John Lee Hooker ♪

Bored yet?

- Uh...
- You said,

as soon as you have sex,
you get bored.

I said, as soon as feelings
are involved, I get bored.

Mm.

I'm not bored.

As long as we keep it
about the music.

Good.

Cos I'm gonna go.

All right, then.

[♪ Woman singing
chord progression]

[♪ Chord progression on piano]

- Let's try again.
- I don't wanna sing like that.

We don't want him
sounding like Mario Lanza.

What do you want
to sound like?

Well, I mean, I was thinking
of a kind of Bowie-ish...

Elvis Presley sort of sound,

with maybe a dash
of Alice Cooper.

Shut up, Malcolm!

Perhaps it might be best
if you waited outside.

No, John needs...

Wait outside or I'll shove
Beethoven's head up your arse!

OK.

- Now, I'll just be outs...
- Out!

When I was young, I wanted
to sing like Maria Callas.

- She's an opera singer.
- I know who Callas is.

Greek.

One of the greatest.
Bit of a diva.

- I'm impressed.
- Why?

Because I look like
a shabby little moron

who don't know a treble clef
from a cleft palate?

- Not at all.
- I don't, by the way.

No need to.

You're going to tell me
that after wasting your youth

trying to be UK Callas,

you finally realised that
the only person you could be

was... you,

and that realisation
brought you true happiness,

et cetera, et cetera.

Bugger!
You've guessed my best trick.

Thank you.

But that sentiment
is of no use to me.

Last night I was myself.

But hearing myself
was a bloody nightmare.

If you don't want to sing,
then don't.

Performing's not for everyone.

Perhaps it's not for you.

[BO DIDDLEY: "Road Runner"]
♪ I'm a road runner, honey

♪ Beep, beep... ♪

[Jordan] I'm thinking
I need to start

being more confrontational
with the customers.

Yeah, all right, pet.
Lovely.

If we're not careful,
this place could become a shop.

and then really,
what's the point?

Mm.

Who are those for?

They're for me, my dear.

How and where
are they to be worn?

Well, that's rather private.

[Jordan] I don't think so.
This is not a fetish shop.

These knickers are
the spark plugs of a revolution.

How thrilling.

[Jordan] The proprietors
of this establishment

are very influenced
by William Reich's theories

about mass psychology
and fascism.

[Man] Ah, that explains a lot.

[Jordan] Reich says that fascism
is caused by sexual repression.

[Man] I honestly
could not agree more.

[Jordan] If we don't
start talking about sex more,

and don't stop being
so repressed,

we're going to end up
with a dictator.

Isn't that right, Vivienne?

We live to proclaim,
not to shame.

Sadly, I'm not
in a position to proclaim.

Then I can't sell them to you.
Can I, Vivienne?

Well, I mean,
we can always make an exception.

Are we going to be on the news?

- In a fashion, yes.
- [Jordan] The news? What?

Oh!
That's who you are!

That's who he is.
You are him, aren't you?

[♪ Theme music]

And now, it's good night
from me, Reginald Bosanquet.

Thank you for watching
"The News at Ten".

If I'm wearing these
under my suit tonight,

I'll give you a wink.
Like this.

Just for you.
That be all right?

Oh, that's lovely.
Isn't that lovely?

There's no returns
on the underwear, OK?

[Bosanquet] Perish the thought.
But not the rubber.

[Jordan] Isn't he lovely?

- Is there a review?
- [Viv] Hmm?

[Jordan] What's it say, then?

[Viv] Oh, I'm just reading
the small ads.

Do you know it's still possible
to buy loon pants?

Who is doing that?

We should get ourselves a pack
of hounds and hunt them down.

Look at this one.

Got a big bag.

Definitely a dipper.

I'll cover the door.

I hear that Sex the shop

is where one can find
Sex the Pistols.

Johnny.

The Marquee. I saw him singing
and spitting. It was wonderful.

I was wondering
if you had his address?

I'm sorry, we don't give out
that kind of information.

Please open your bag.

- But I don't wanna do that.
- I'm afraid you have no choice.

[Pauline] No choice?

- [Jordan] No.
- [Pauline] Oh...

That's right.

[♪ Distorted music]

- Please open your bag.
- No!

Get away from me!

[Crying]

[Viv] Are you all right?

- I'm sorry. I'm... I'm sorry.
- [Viv] It's all right.

Let's get you into this chair.

- Water.
- I'm sorry.

It's fine.
You're all right.

This is my shop.

May I be of some assistance,
madam?

That's lovely, thank you.

So kind.

What kind of assistance
would you like?

Oh...

Where do I start?

I need so much assistance.

Every kind, really.

I will need to look
in your bag, though.

You're nice.

So I don't mind.

No!

- Get out!
- But I don't wanna get out

because I do
really like it here.

Get out!
Get out! Get out!

OK. I...

- I can see you're really busy.
- The bag!

Get the bag out of here now!

Go!

Next time, eh, bab?

Throw her out!

What's it say?

[Glen]
Typical NME nonsense.

- Yeah, so stuck-up.
- Mm.

- Read it out.
- Why?

It's our first review.

Be nice for us all
to hear it out loud together.

I'm not your
nursery school teacher.

Sorry, I thought you were,

seeing as you dress
exactly like her.

[Laughing]

Read it yourself.

[Clears throat]

Yeah...

- Typical NME.
- Mm.

Not worth reading,
to be honest.

Nah.

Except for that last bit.

Yeah, Malcolm's
gonna love that.

- Yeah.
- Which bit? Which bit again?

The last bit.

[Glen] Oh, finally!

Now we can rehearse.

- Have you read it?
- Not interested.

[Glen]
Oh, I bet he's read it.

I bet he's bought up
every copy in Finsbury Park

and wallpapered
his room with it.

What do you want to be, Glen?

You what?

I know what I wanna be.
I wanna be in a band

where the geezer what writes
the words writes some.

"Lazy Sod"
might be a bit simple,

but it's better than fuck all,

which is all
you've come up with.

How am I supposed
to be inspired,

when my collaborators
are a mummy's boy,

a pleaser, and a moron?

How about I fix your teeth
with my guitar?

Maybe that'll inspire you.

Yeah, where's
all this come from?

- The NME's gone to his head.
- I have not read it!

- Liar!
- [Grunts]

- Ow!
- [Laughing]

♪ Fuck this and fuck that

♪ Fuck that ♪

What the fuck?

My favourite mug.

- We should get another singer.
- Steve, can I have a word?

I'm leaving.

[Steve] Well, I doubt we'll get
much done today anyway.

[Cookie] No.
I'm leaving the band. For good.

[Steve]
Oh... don't be daft.

- You can barely play.
- I'm getting better.

[Cookie] Like John.
The guy's a madman.

Malcolm is Malcolm.
Waste of time.

[Steve] Yeah,
we're gonna be good.

[Cookie] We don't have
any songs, Steve.

We're a covers band.

This is so fucking boring.

I've got an apprenticeship,
got a chance.

Oh, yeah, your nine-to-five,
eight-to-four,

or whatever the fuck it is,
wage slave.

Fuck off!

Is that what you want?

Married.

Four screaming kids,
and before you can blink twice,

you're just another boring,
defeated old cunt.

Sipping pints at the pub
with that look in his eye,

"Oh, I wonder
where my life went?"

My mum and dad are good people,
got good lives, you know that.

I'm not saying they're not.

Oh, I know you haven't had
none of that.

I'm sorry.

I gotta do
what's right for me.

I'm done.

[Knocking on door]

[Joe] I'll get it.

Oh, well done.

[Joe] Mum.

I need to see Malcolm.

There was a girl in the shop
looking for you.

[John] I don't care.

You will.

Tell Malcolm that I'm seriously
considering leaving the band.

Good.

You don't even care, do ya?

You think I should?

I wouldn't expect it.

That's exactly like you people.

Why are you printing swastikas
with your children?

Ben knows, don't you?

Mum and Malcolm want

to not only reject the values
of the older generation

but also their, um...

- Taboos.
- Yeah, taboos.

Everything's "anti".
That means opposite.

Thank you.

Jesus is upside down,

and I chose pink
for this swastika

because the Nazis
hated homosexuals...

...and they made them wear
pink triangles.

Nazis would hate
their swastika being pink.

[John] Many millions of Jews

might hate a shirt
with a swastika on it.

Possibly. But Malcolm's Jewish,
and it was his idea.

Do you know
why nothing ever changes?

It's because people's minds
are too imprisoned

by lies, fear...

...and a misguided respect
for the very institutions

that have exploited them
for centuries.

I want to destroy all that,

so that out of the chaos...

...the future can emerge.

We don't hate Jews, or gays,
or Christians.

- We don't hate anyone, do we?
- No.

Except for Nazis.

And racists and fascists
in general.

And people who are too boring
or scared

to stand up and say
what they mean.

Goodbye, John.

How's that for a melody?

Was that last chord
a 'B' suspended 7th

of an augmented 'E'?

[Laughs]
Don't be ridiculous.

Just an 'E'
on the bass over...

Oh, Jesus! Glen!

We're not in a Paul fucking
McCartney fucking tribute band!

- It's a great melody!
- If you're a pensioner!

What are the chords?

- 'C' suspended 2nd.
- 'C'!

[♪ Plays 'C']

Right? But played
like a punch in the face.

Next.

- 'F' major 7th suspended 2nd.
- 'F'.

- Yes, that's it.
- 'F'.

[♪ Plays 'F']

Right? Played like
a kick in the guts.

'E' on the bass
over an open 'C'.

'E'! Played like
a fucking Sex Pistol!

[♪ Plays 'E']

Give me a tune.

Give me a tune,
and I'll give you words.

Paul's leaving the Sex Pistols.

- Eh?
- Mm.

Oh.

Does this mean we get
the kit back in the bedroom?

No, I'll just sell it.

OK.

OK.

- I thought you'd be happy.
- I am.

Whatever makes you happy.

[♪ Band strikes up]

[♪ Fast, indistinct lyrics]

[♪ Music stops]

Come to get me kit.

Dad's outside in the van.

We just wrote a song.

It's great.
Have a listen.

I did listen.
It's horrible.

Don't worry, we'll easily
find another drummer.

You're playing it too fast.

It's about chaos
and destruction.

It has to be fast.

Yeah, the only thing
you're destroying is my ears.

You sound like
the Ramones on pills.

Your lyrics might be
quite good, John.

But what's the point
if no one can hear 'em?

Look,
if you're gonna do it...

...think reggae.

It drives,
but it doesn't give it all away.

Oh, yeah, and it is the music
of the disenfranchised,

- in case you hadn't noticed.
- Fuck off!

I turned you on to reggae.

All right, John.

Would someone
get him out of here?

♪ I am the Antichrist

♪ I am an anarchist

♪ Don't know what I want,
but I know where to get it

♪ I wanna destroy the passer-by

♪ Cos I...

♪ ...wanna be...

♪ ...anarchy

All rock 'n' roll is,
to a certain extent, political.

Now, whether you can play
is not the criteria.

The music
is only a launching pad.

The criteria is whether
you've got something to say.

- [John] Hey, have a go.
- [Glen] Oh, shut up.

Oi, I thought the point
of putting me in a band

was to keep me out of prison.

The point is to get up
and say something.

To... threaten.

The minute you stop threatening,
you stop being a Sex Pistol.

We'll always have you
to threaten,

oh fearless mouthpiece.

True, but I think
it's far more interesting

for you to threaten people
who can threaten you back.

Now, don't you film in here.
Put that away.

You can get ready in here,
gentlemen.

Oh, look at this bunch
of fucking fiddlers.

Fucking faggots!

Oi, you pansy cunts!

- Blondie.
- You fucking poofter!

Fucking freaks!

Go on, fuck off!

You fucking ponce!

Watch your arses, lads!

Her Majesty sends her regards.

Fuck off, you little queer!

Who's coming to the pub
after this?

Taking the piss, or what!

Right... now.

[Laughs]

♪ I am an Antichrist

♪ I am an anarchist

♪ Don't know what I want

♪ But I know how to get it

♪ I wanna destroy the passer-by

♪ Cos I...

♪ I wanna be...

♪ ...anarchy

♪ In the city

♪ Anarchy for the UK

- ♪ It's coming sometime
- Come on!

♪ And maybe

♪ I give the wrong time,
stop at a traffic light

♪ Your future dream
is a shopping scheme

♪ I...

♪ I wanna be...

♪ ...anarchy

♪ Not in captivity

♪ How many ways
to get what you want

♪ I use the best,
I use the rest

♪ I use the enemy

♪ I use anarchy

♪ Cos I...

♪ I wanna be...

♪ ...anarchy

♪ Destroy

♪ I...

♪ I wanna be...

♪ ...anarchy

♪ Get pissed

♪ Destroy ♪

[Bosanquet] And what
a heart-warming story that was.

And now it's good night from me,
Reginald Bosanquet,

and Gordon Honeycombe,

with all the news
that's fit to hear, at Ten.

♪ I can't stand the rain

♪ Against my window

♪ Mm-mm

♪ Bringing back
sweet memories

♪ Hey, window pane ♪

That really is a great line.

What is?

The one in the review.

It's a manifesto.

That quote is worth more than
a five-star front page write-up.

Yeah, right.

Which quote?

There's only one quote in it.

Why don't you read it to me?

Read it yourself,
you lazy sod.

OK, that's enough.

What?

What did I do?

Steve.

[Clears throat]

"I straightaway sighted a chair
flying through the air.

"I thought, they can't be
that bad, can they?

"Then I saw that the person who
threw the chair was the singer."

That did happen.

"No one asked for an encore,
but they did one anyway.

"'You can't play,'
heckled one punter.

"'So what?'
said the bass player.

"One of the band
said to me afterwards,

"'Actually,
we're not into music.

"'We're into chaos.'"

"One of the band"?

Yeah, John, I guess.
He said... Listen.

"We're not into music.
We are into chaos."

That's killer.

He's a genius.

John didn't say that.
I did.

Does it say he said it?

No, just "one of the band".

That'll be
your boyfriend's doing.

Nick did not write this.

Just so you know,
it's all pretty casual.

I wouldn't call him
my boyfriend.

Then why d'you say he was?

To get rid of you.

Didn't work, though,
did it?

Not yet.

You said I was a genius,
by the way.

Whoever said that line,
it was genius, you said.

Mm-hmm.

Steve...

- Yeah?
- Will you marry me?

[Chuckles]
What d'you mean?

Come on.

You don't have the biggest
vocabulary in the world,

but you do know
what "marry" means.

Marry me.

Well, would, would...

[Laughs]

Look at your face.

"Oh, but, sir,
it's all so sudden."

[Laughs]

You dope!

Oh, come on.

You know I'm joking,
right?

Course I do.
I'm not thick.

No, I mean,
I do want you to marry me.

For my visa.

I'm gonna be kicked out of this
country if I don't get married,

and I'm not leaving London
until I've conquered London.

You wanna help me conquer
London, don't you, Steve?

Yeah.

I'll help you with that.

Why me? Wh...
Why don't you marry Nick?

Because then
I'd be married to Nick.

Whereas this way...

- ...it won't mean anything.
- [Scoffs]

That's what they all say.

[She laughs,
he grunts]

[Chrissie]
It's not that kind of wedding.

Why is everyone making
such a big deal out of this?

It's not enough to disrespect
the institution of marriage,

you have to demonstrate

that you disrespect
the institution of marriage.

Just let me see.

What is it, a fishing net?
I feel like a kipper.

It's good.

It's very good.

[Viv] Oh, pet.

The bride and groom.

How long will it be
till we can get a divorce?

[Chrissie] I don't know.
I'll check.

In case you wanna marry
someone else.

No, I won't. I just don't wanna
be cheating on you all the time.

[Laughs]

Yeah, it's OK, Jonesy.

I give you a
"marriage long pass".

I'm getting married.

I remember looking
at my parents' wedding photos

and thinking
how old they looked.

The weird dress, and...

...Pops had a suit
like he never wore.

I swore I would never do that.

But here I am.

Even though it's fake, it...

...kind of feels like a thing,
you know?

Not really.
Me dad didn't stick around.

Never married my mum.

So, no photos.

Uh, why are we stopping?

- Meeting Cookie.
- Why?

Well, we need witnesses,
don't we? For it to be legal.

Here you go. You jump out,
I'll park it round the back...

Mrs Jonesy.

[Cheering]

- Stop.
- Smile.

Is there going to be cake?

I'm the best man.

I'm recording it for posterity.

This is not
that kind of wedding.

- Hi, bab.
- [Startles] Whoa!

How's the fingering going?

- Hello, Looney Tunes.
- I know you.

You're like me.

You're scared all the time,
aren't ya?

"Scared"?

[Laughs]

I'm not scared.
I'm getting fucking married.

But you're still
looking me up and down

wondering if you could do me.

So what?

You're always looking
for somewhere to hide.

It's what I do.

There's all sorts of ways
to hide.

No, by the way.
You can't do me.

I could do you, though.

Wait.

It's my turn, really...

...to do someone.

Do as you would be done by,
all that.

[Gary] 'Aw, there she is,
my lovely little vegetable.'

What game shall we play tonight?

[Grunts]

What game are we gonna play?

Open wide.

Wider.

[Grunting]

[Banging]

- It is him...
- Unlucky git.

- Having fun, Jonesy.
- Fuck's sake.

We're telling Chrissie.

I came to offer...

- It's not that kind of wedding.
- ...my condolences.

You have been jilted.

He's otherwise engaged
with another woman.

- What?
- I just saw him.

He's not coming.

Not in that sense anyway.

[All laughing]

That little fucker!

Couldn't keep it in his pants
for more than 15 seconds!

That's our Jonesy.

- But never fear.
- [♪ Imitates fanfare]

Chrissie,

will you marry me, please?

Fuck, fine, yes.
Can we just go?

She said yes!

- I've had enough now.
- Oh, fuck.

Thank you very much.

Argh!

- It's John.
- What the fuck?

I need to speak to Johnny.

♪ The bells are gonna chime

♪ They're gonna get related

♪ And Sid's willy's mouldy

♪ So get me to the church
on time

♪ Pull out the stopper

♪ Let's have a whopper

♪ Get me to the church
on time ♪

Oh.

Were you trying
to steal from me?

You must have had a shock.

Poor you.

See?

What are you doing?

What are you?

What are we all?

We're the bad babies
that were left

when the good ones were taken.

What do you mean?

What d'you say that for?

What d'you say that for?

What d'you say that for?
Who the fuck are you?

What d'you say that for?

We're losing the good baby,

and all we'll be left with
is rubbish you.

What you looking at?

♪ Ding-dong,
the bells are covered in slime

♪ I'm marrying a Yankie

♪ There's snot
all in my hankie

- Perfect!
- ♪ So get me to the church...

- Really is my happy day.
- ♪ ...on time ♪

- What's going on?
- Oh, I'm getting married, Nick.

- What the fuck?
- It's purely for visa purposes.

You can marry me
for visa purposes.

- You didn't propose, man.
- He didn't, really, did he?

I suppose he went down
on one knee

- and sent you flowers, did he?
- Who?

Jones.
Are you shagging Jones?

- I'm not marrying Steve.
- You lying bitch!

- Oi, fucking get off her!
- Hey, that's not right.

- Not on her happy day.
- She's marrying me.

I did go down...
on one knee.

And there were flowers.

[Cheering]

Right, well, you could have
at least told me.

- Why?
- I'm your boyfriend.

- Are you?
- Ooh!

Yes. God, you're
a cold-hearted bitch!

- He's very cross.
- OK, enough!

This should be so simple.

Why does everything in London
have to involve pubs,

and insults, and so much
fucking confrontation?

[John] Confrontation
produces truth.

Which is why, I'm afraid,
I have to leave you here.

What? Why?

This confrontation has revealed

that there are
real emotions here.

Never play
with people's emotions.

Sort them out.

[Helen] John!

Come and kiss me,
tell me that you miss me.

- Bye.
- Right.

Now I'm free.

Shall we get married?

- Um...
- How surprising.

[♪ Guitar playing]

I don't care
who you fuck, Steve.

When I say I don't care,
I really don't care.

I thought we were friends.

But you humiliated me
on my fake wedding day.

My fucking happy day.

And even though it was fake...

...I wanted to fake it with you.

You're screwed up.

I get that.

And I'm sorry.

I don't wanna see you anymore.

[♪ Loud chord on guitar]

By the way, your guitar
is out of tune.

[♪ Guitar playing resumes]

[Thunder rumbling]

I've been avoiding you.

A lot of people do that.

What have you written
on your shirt?

Do you like it?

"When they spat at me...

"...I spat back."

That's good.

Strong.

No wonder everyone's
scared of ya.

That's not
why they're scared of me.

They're scared of this.

You don't have to look
if you don't want to.

Come in, then.

[♪ Band strikes up]

What have you got?

What have you got?

Truth.

"She was a girl
from Birmingham."

- [Pauline] I'm a no one.
- Everyone's a no one.

That's not special.

I'm an animal.

I'm a bloody disgrace.

[John] "Her name was Pauline.

"She lived in a tree."

Where the fuck
did that come from?

Steve knows.

Don't you, Steve?

I killed my baby.

- Why?
- I had no choice.

He made me pregnant.

Then he made me kill her.

"Get rid of it,"
as he put it.

But I got her back.

I saw where they put her,
and I got her back.

She's in here.

I feel a bit better now I've
told someone the whole story.

I might leave her behind now.

Not here you won't.

Fuck!

This is my mum's kitchen.

Give her a decent burial
somewhere at least.

Oh, yeah.

That's a good idea.

Thanks for the tea.

Can I, uh...

Mm.

Wait.

[♪ Band strikes up]

Fuck!

They got good.

They got powerful.

♪ She was a girl from Birmingham

♪ She just had an abortion

♪ She was a case of insanity

♪ Her name was Pauline,
she lived in a tree

♪ She was a no one
who killed her baby

♪ She sent her letters
from the country

♪ She was an animal

♪ She was a bloody disgrace

♪ Body...

♪ I'm not an animal

♪ Body

♪ I'm not an animal

♪ Dragged on a table
in a factory

♪ Illegitimate place to be

♪ In a packet in a lavatory

♪ Die little baby screaming

♪ Body

♪ Screaming fucking bloody mess

♪ Not an animal

♪ It's an abortion

♪ Body

♪ I'm not an animal

♪ Mummy

♪ I'm not an abortion

♪ Throbbing squirm

♪ Gurgling bloody mess

♪ I'm not a discharge

♪ I'm not a loss in protein

♪ I'm not a throbbing squirm

♪ Fuck this and fuck that

♪ Fuck it all
and fuck the fucking brat

♪ She don't want a baby
who looks like that

♪ I don't want a baby
that looks like me

♪ Body

♪ I'm not an animal

♪ Body

♪ An abortion

♪ Body

♪ I'm not an animal

♪ Body

♪ I'm not an abortion

♪ An animal

♪ I'm not an animal

♪ I'm not an animal, an animal,
an-an-an... an animal... ♪

Echo!

♪ I'm not an animal, an animal,
an-an-an... an animal... ♪

- Echo!
- There you go.

♪ I'm not an animal

♪ Mummy... ♪

I got something for ya.

♪ Mummy ♪

That song, "Bodies"...

It's good.

It's powerful.

It's all John.

I didn't wanna hear
her story.

You did hear her.

She's in the music.

It's about the only thing
I'm halfway good at.

Do you...

Do you think
that we might ever, uh...

...you know, play again?

Music, I mean?

I dunno.

Stranger things, you know.

Yeah.

It's like the other day.

I found this whole different
live version of "Starman".

You're an idiot, Jonesy.

I know.

You wanna hear it?

Just let me know.

[♪ Reggae music playing]