Pistol (2022–…): Season 1, Episode 6 - Episode #1.6 - full transcript
I'm going to blow up
the Pistols.
[Viv] This is about John,
isn't it?
[Malcolm] It's about art.
I have to destroy them.
[Viv] So that out of the chaos
something new and more powerful
may emerge.
[Malcolm] It's always been
my philosophy.
[Viv] Actually, it's mine.
You appropriated it.
- [Malcolm] Don't be ridiculous.
- It's all right.
It's a habit of yours.
I'm used to it.
What about Steve?
[Malcolm] He may rise...
...or he may fall.
Chaos shall decide.
[Gunshot]
[Reporter 1]
'An English rock band
'which has somehow developed
a following
'by spitting into the audience
'has come to this country
'saying it is here to rip
some dollars off the Yanks.'
[Reporter 2] 'The Sex Pistols
'are Britain's most successful
punk rock group,
'and they go out of their way
to shock and outrage people.
'At Heathrow Airport
in London today...'
They spat at news photographers
and cursed them.
'Our government refused
to let the four musicians
'into our country at first
because...'
They're all criminals.
You can check the records
if you don't believe me.
'They refused to talk
'and went directly to their
connecting plane to Atlanta
'where they have a concert
tomorrow night.'
- Is this where we're staying?
- Oh, the glamour!
- OK, OK, OK... Hey!
- Hey!
You're on my turf now.
And what boring turf it is!
Why aren't we downtown?
Atlanta's kind of edgy.
In London,
we get stabbed daily.
I think we can handle
little old Atlanta.
In America, people have guns.
There have been death threats.
- Ooh!
- What's new?
Hey, this is no joke.
From now on, you don't go
anywhere without E.K.
or Allison.
- Why has he got a girl's name?
- [Laughing]
Do you fight like a girl,
too, Allison?
Maybe you'll get to find out.
- [Laughs] Oh-ho-ho-ho!
- Well, I hope so.
Hey, where is Malcolm?
Still in England
for all I know.
- That would be typical.
- Right...
Where's the drugstore, cowboy?
- I need a fix.
- No!
- No hard drugs on my tour.
- Huh!
Right.
Fuck that.
Hey, Warner's have put up
a $300,000 bond
which they will lose
if you commit a felony.
"Lose"?
No felonies.
My job to not let that happen.
And it's my job to tell you
that I'm Sid Vicious,
and I do whatever
the fuck I want.
He's right,
that is his actual job.
OK, so we both
just do our job.
- Fucking jobs!
- Stick with him.
Don't let him score.
I'm warning you, mate,
stay out of my face.
What are you looking at?
Oh, well...
I'm looking at you.
- Oh, here we go.
- Shit!
- Keep going, Sidney.
- [Groans]
Oh!
Keep going, Sid! Oh!
- Easy, easy, easy!
- Fucking hell!
- How do you think I fight now?
- Don't kill him.
- [Steve] Fucking hell!
- Good, good!
You fight good.
You kidding me?
Allison...
OK.
- [Cheering]
- Never let your guard down.
Jesus!
[Coughing]
Good! Cheers, man.
You're all right.
Good!
This is gonna be great.
Do you mind?
Any ketchup?
♪ I washed my hands
♪ In muddy water
♪ I washed my hands
♪ In a muddy stream
♪ I do what my daddy told me
♪ My daddy told me
♪ Cos I washed my hands
in a bloody stream ♪
There's a Johnny Rotten
inside us all.
And he doesn't need
to be saved,
he needs to be crucified.
[Cheering, shouting]
[Man] Hallelujah!
♪ You're in suspension
♪ You're a liar... ♪
I need heroin!
Is that so hard to get through
your thick fucking skull?
- Sidney!
- Sut up, John!
Please!
Please, Mr American Man.
All right.
Here. Take some of my Valium.
It should help.
- No more than two at a time!
- OK.
Can you open it?
[♪ DESMOND DEKKER & THE ACES:
"007 (Shanty Town)"]
It's not a bad job, is it?
Come on, man!
- The Sex Pistols...
- We got a bus!
- They do like us in America.
- ♪ 007
- ♪ 007... ♪
- You sit there.
Right, then,
who's gonna fuck her first?
Go on, Jonesy!
One at a time!
- Anyone got any bog roll?
- Oh, shut that door!
We ran out in Memphis.
Smells like something died
up your arse.
- There's no bog roll left.
- Oh, that's worse!
Get away!
♪ An imitation from New York
♪ You're made in Japan
from cheese and chalk
♪ You're hippy tarts hero
cos you put on a bad show
♪ You put on a bad show,
don't it show
♪ Still
♪ Oh, out on those pills ♪
I was going like this, "Come on,
buddy." He kept going like this.
And I would've been glad to take
him on or his buddy Johnny,
but he came out and hit us
over the head with a bass.
'Faggots!'
It was great. That's what,
you know, music's meant to be.
You know, I think
that's where rock is going
- and where it's gonna stay.
- [Man] They were great.
If I could only make out
the words, they'd be greater.
It was worth
all the money we paid
and all the trouble we went
through to get out here.
[Man] Fuck, no! They're garbage,
man! They're garbage!
[Woman] I like it for me,
but I don't think
I'd recommend it to anybody.
[Woman] Well, I thought
when I saw Johnny Rotten's face,
I thought I'd vomit,
he's so beautiful.
[Man] It's about time
we got some street-fighting men
here in America.
It's about time we got someone
to rile people up.
[Woman] The Pistols
are just out of sight!
[Man] I think I heard one time
that they urinate
on the audience, one time.
Why, I don't know.
It just sounds goofy.
[Sid] Hey, Nancy.
I miss you, baby.
- 'I miss you, too.'
- Yeah, they won't give me...
- 'What's going on?'
- They won't give me heroin.
'But you're the star!'
You need to find me
a connection.
- Please!
- What did we agree, Sidney?
I didn't agree to nothing!
Right! Fine!
Fuck off,
you stupid cunt!
[John] Personally,
I'd like to see the music press
blown up in the morning
cos they don't actually comment
on me records anymore,
it's more about me clothes.
Right? The colour
of me poxy hair.
And that's cos no one really
understands rock and roll.
Right? Except I'm big-headed
enough to say I do.
And that's why
we're the most honest band
to have ever existed.
I mean, I don't know
about those idiots,
but I'm gonna make
a lot of money.
[Man] 'It's a house.
'Yeah?
I can't see it very well.'
[Woman] 'Oh!'
[Man] 'Sally,
I hear something. Stop! Stop!'
['Roaring']
Oh, shit!
['Woman screaming,
chainsaw buzzing']
Yeah, here we go now!
[Screams]
Longhorn, gentlemen.
♪ Sensurround sound
in a two-inch wall
♪ Well, I was waiting
for the communist call
♪ I dared to ask for sunshine,
and I got World War Three
♪ I'm looking over the wall,
and they're looking at me!
♪ 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
to be waiting
♪ The Berlin Wall
♪ I kinda like it
♪ This is the Berlin Wall
♪ Do you wanna
come over the Berlin Wall?
♪ They're staring all night,
and they're staring all day
♪ I had no reason
to be here at all
♪ But now I gotta reason
it's no real reason
♪ And I'm waiting
♪ At the Berlin Wall
♪ I'm gonna go over
the Berlin Wall
♪ I don't understand
this thing at all
♪ The Berlin Wall
♪ Claustrophobia,
there's too much paranoia
♪ There's too many closets,
oh, when will we fall?
♪ And now I gotta reason
♪ It's no real reason
to be waiting
♪ The Berlin Wall
♪ I gotta go over the Wall
♪ I don't understand
this thing at all
♪ This third rate B-Movie show
♪ Cheap dialogue,
cheap essential scenery
♪ I gotta go over the wall
♪ I wanna go
over the Berlin Wall
♪ Before me,
come over the Berlin Wall
♪ I don't understand
this bit at all
♪ I gotta go over the wall,
I gotta go over the Berlin...
♪ I gotta go
over the Berlin wall
♪ Before me...
♪ Please
don't be waiting for me ♪
[Sid] You weren't giving it
much up there tonight, Jonesy!
- Are you fucking joking?
- This is punk!
You gotta give it!
Every single night!
Did you fucking see me up there?
Sorry, I was too busy
trying to play your bass part
as well as my leads
to get the chance to cut meself
with a broken bottle.
- I'll try harder next time.
- Yeah, do! Soft cock!
Out of the fucking toilet, mate!
I've been banging on that door.
Warner's 300 grand
is looking a bit shaky.
Where'd he get heroin from?
The guy walks around with "Give
me a fix" carved into his chest.
Some fan probably
slipped it to him.
Genius idea...
- putting him in the band.
- I'll take care of it.
Like you took care of Glen?
I don't recall asking
the backing band for comment.
- Oh... backing band?
- [Cookie tutting]
I thought you could do
better than that.
Nothing?
You can put that away as well.
I ain't impressed
by your fake fucking stare.
How can two weeks in Texas
feel like two years in hell?
I suppose we're all just having
a "Rotten" old time.
Right, I'm not going
to San Francisco
on that fucking bus...
with John.
[Malcolm]
'Of course not, my boy!
'I can't comprehend
how you can stand him.
'You know he goes round
telling journalists
'that you and Cookie are
no more than the backing band.'
Well, I guessed as much!
'Well, how about the backing
band fly out to San Francisco?'
What about John and Sid?
'Oh, up to them.
Whatever they want.'
- [John laughing]
- That's... That's the stuff!
♪ Jesus loves me, this I know
♪ For the Bible tells me so
♪ Little ones to him belong
♪ They are weak,
but he is strong
♪ Yes, Jesus loves me
♪ Yes, Jesus loves me
♪ Yes, Jesus loves me
♪ Yes... [Humming] ♪
[Church bell rings]
Come on, Sid.
[Church bell rings]
[John, distorted] Hello!
Hello!
Hello!
Hello!
Steve!
Hello!
Oh!
This...
is far too fucking fast.
Malcolm!
Well, all hail, my slinky
southern six-shooters!
[Chuckles]
Nice of you
to finally turn up.
Not nice, actually.
Apologies,
my Texan "Terribles",
but I have been very busy
attending to some important
Sex Pistol business
down in Los Angeles.
Well,
oh, fearless fuck-up,
I've been attending to some very
important near-death business
involving thousands of redneck
cowboys baying for my blood.
We were all attending to that,
all of us.
Stop saying "me".
But I cop it the most
because I'm the star.
You hear that, Cookie?
Me and you may as well piss off
and finally go have some fun.
Oh, yeah, sounds good.
When are we leaving?
Go! Won't be hard
finding another backing band.
[Chuckles] "Backing band".
It's only me and John
anyone actually looks at.
[Steve] Thank fucking Christ
they're not listening to you.
[Sid] Doesn't matter
what you sound like,
it's what you look like
what counts.
Yeah, fuck off,
you little junkie.
- Who you telling to fuck off?
- You!
[Malcolm] Brilliant!
Ha-ha!
Exactly as I planned!
You were turning
into a rock band,
and how can any poor,
disenfranchised kid
relate to a rock band?
Inaccessible. Famous.
John was acting
like Rod Stewart!
To be fair, he's got
the hair for it now.
Fuck off!
I needed
to bring you back down
to street-level
where you belong,
to throw you into the furnace
and see what remains of you.
You are completely insane!
That is why I insisted that we
only play the southern states.
It is a shame
about this place, though.
Why? This is the first
proper venue we've had.
Warner wanted you to play
all the big cities,
but I told them,
"They're not a rock band."
Then what the fuck are we?
Well...
You are very soon to be...
- sexy Latin assassins.
- [Woman] Dom Perignon.
You what?
I have been in L.A.
gathering funding
for our new movie.
"The Great
Rock 'n' Roll Swindle".
I've already recorded
a track for it,
and after this,
we're gonna fly down to Rio.
The Great Train Robber,
Ronnie Biggs,
is gonna be a guest vocalist
on a Pistols track.
The fuck he is!
Ugh! It'll be fun.
Come on,
that whole outlaw spirit!
And plus, girls don't wear
many clothes down Rio way.
- Sounds good.
- Yeah, I'm game.
- You fucking cunt!
- Oi!
Ah-ah-ah! Ah-ah! Hey!
- You calm down, Shirley Temple.
- [Chuckles]
Come on, Sidney.
Sid!
Don't go running off
with that miserable ponce!
Come on,
let's have some fun, ey?
I fucking hate you
for what you did to Nancy.
Never forget that.
[Steve] Oi, what...
What about soundcheck?
[Sid] Oh, just fuck off!
Who wants a drink?
[John] If he thinks I'm getting
on a plane to Brazil,
he can think
the fuck again!
- [Knocking on door]
- Hang on.
Look, just... Things have gotten
out of hand, but we're just...
We're just... We're worn out.
I mean, it was just...
It was three weeks ago
in Huddersfield,
you was putting your face in
a cream pie for a bunch of kids.
You were brilliant.
We were brilliant.
I mean, we've got the...
I'll call you back.
We've got the number one
album in the UK.
Who would've thought that?
Who would've thought
a bunch a working class yobs
would ever fucking
pull that off?
Exactly!
But Malcolm's insane!
It's one thing after another.
And now he wants us
to go to Rio?
Yeah, it'll be fun.
Why can't we just have
a bit of fucking fun...
every now and then?
Ronnie Biggs bashed
a train driver,
a decent, working man,
and left him brain-damaged
for life.
There's nothing fun about it!
Malcolm's gonna make us
into fools.
And where's the money?
If Warner's are putting up
300 grand
in the vain hope that one of us
won't commit a crime,
we must be worth
a lot of money to someone.
We don't even have
bank accounts, Steve.
And Christ only knows what was
in those contracts we signed.
Look at this rancid hotel
Malcolm's put me in
while you and Cookie
are in five-star luxury.
There was no rooms left
at the Miyako
cos you and Sid
chose to stay on the bus!
"Chose to stay on the bus"?
We didn't have a choice.
That's another
Malcolm swindle.
Can't you see?
He's trying to turn us
against each other.
- Why would he do that?
- Control!
Divide and conquer.
The Pistols have
so much more to do, Steve.
But it has to be
without Malcolm.
You need to choose.
He goes...
or I go.
- I need to think about it.
- Think fast.
If Malcolm's not gone
by tomorrow,
tonight will be our last show.
Ever.
♪ Some other
♪ And I...
♪ I want to be...
♪ Anarchy
♪ And I...
♪ I want to be...
♪ Anarchy
♪ Yeah, let's destroy ♪
Another tuneless racket.
If you can put up with that,
you can put up with anything.
[Crowd shouting]
What a lovely
fucking group of people.
Where's fucking Beverley?
You'll get one number
and one number only
because I'm a lazy bastard.
This is "No Fun".
♪ No fun
♪ My babe
♪ You're no fun
♪ With nobody else
♪ I may be going out
and maybe stay at home
♪ And maybe call somebody
on the telephone, so come on
♪ Bye-bye
♪ Come on
♪ On the telephone... ♪
[♪ Orchestral music playing]
[Distorted] ♪ No fun ♪
[♪ Back to orchestral music]
♪ You need hands
♪ To show the world you're happy
♪ And you need hands
♪ When you have to stop the bus
♪ But the hands we love so dear
♪ Are the hands we love to hear
♪ Are the hands
♪ That you gave to us... ♪
Oh, bollocks,
why should I carry on?
♪ To us ♪
[Malcolm] Helen!
I don't believe it!
It's fantastic.
That's so wonderful.
Ah-haha! Ever get the feeling
you've been cheated?
Good night.
[Crowd booing]
[Blows whistle]
I played shit tonight.
Even worse than usual.
But it doesn't matter.
You know why?
Cos you're high.
No, Steve.
That's not it.
Think about it.
Was it cos the sound guy
turned your amp off?
Did he?
Yeah.
Why?
Well, cos Warner's
was filming the show,
and they didn't want you
mucking it up.
And you didn't.
You know?
You looked amazing.
- Yeah.
- And that's what counts.
Yeah,
that's what really counts.
- Mate, I was wondering if I...
- You didn't guess.
What's that?
Why it doesn't matter.
Oh.
- Why?
- Nancy.
I'm gonna be seeing Nancy
again soon.
Oh, really? Great.
You should get
to know her better.
I really want to, Sid.
I do.
She taught me everything
I know about sex.
She could teach you
a few things.
I wouldn't mind.
You know
I already fucked her.
She was nothing special.
What?
Said she's a lucky bird.
You're something special.
Thanks.
Didn't think you liked me.
Most of the time
you're just too stressful...
- to be around.
- [Sid chuckles]
Make me nervous.
Sorry, Steve, it's my job.
I know.
I've gotta hand it to you,
you know, you got balls.
Yeah, I have.
You are.. You're...
unique.
Yeah.
[Chuckles]
I am.
- So, listen, can I cop...
- [Blows whistle]
- Can I cop...
- [Blows whistle]
...some of that dope?
I thought
you didn't like heroin?
- Well, you like it.
- It's great.
And I just thought, you know,
if Sid likes it, then...
...I should give it a go.
- Oh, and Steve...
- What?
I stole Jolene's spike.
I fucking hate needles.
- I'll snort it.
- It's not as good.
Soft cock!
We need to talk about Malcolm.
[Phone rings]
You need to choose.
It is your band.
[John] He goes...
or I go.
Hello?
[Steve] 'We're doing it.
'At the Miyako,
in an hour.'
[John] 'Sid's not here.'
It's all right,
he's with me.
Do you want to start, Steve?
W... Well...
I couldn't have...
Wh... What do you want
to say, Steve?
I know...
I know that...
Steve, just...
- Malcolm...
- It's all right.
I understand, my boy.
It's OK.
I'm glad
there's no hard feelings.
[Malcolm] No, not at all.
Steve told me
about your concerns,
and I completely understand.
I think you've made
the right decision.
Leaving will be
the best thing for all of us.
"Leaving"?
Who's leaving?
You are.
You gave Steve an ultimatum,
and he wisely chose
to keep the present
management structure in place.
Oh, Steve!
[Malcolm] The Sex Pistols
will continue.
Without you.
You fucking coward!
My deepest sympathies!
Come on, Sidney.
I'm staying.
What?
You don't like Nancy.
Steve kidnapped her.
Only cos Malcolm told him to.
So, why are you staying
with Malcolm?
He's gonna put us all
in a movie.
And I'm gonna be
the lead singer.
I'm the star now, John.
Just like Nancy says.
You disgusting man!
Please!
You know, you really have turned
into Rod Stewart.
Why don't you go downtown
and find some cocaine?
[♪ Distorted lyrics]
[John] Look at you!
Couldn't even make it back
to London without OD-ing.
You don't tell me
what to do, Johnny.
No.
Only one person does that,
doesn't she?
You pussy-whipped fool!
You're just jealous.
Jealous because no one
can write even one thing
they love about you.
Goodbye, Sidney.
[♪ Chrissie singing]
♪ Gonna make you, make you,
make you notice, and...
♪ Got motion,
restrained emotion
♪ Been driving
♪ Detroit leaning
♪ No reason
♪ Just seems so pleasing
♪ Gonna make you, make you,
make you notice, and...
♪ Gonna use my arms
♪ Gonna use my legs
♪ Gonna use my style
♪ Gonna use my sidestep,
come on
♪ Gonna use my fingers
♪ Gonna use
my, my, my imagination
- ♪ Cos I... ♪
- [Man 1] Keep going. Rolling!
[Man 2] "Great Rock 'n' Roll
Swindle", take three.
Mark it!
And... action!
Find yourself a lawyer
who has no interest in music.
He's your main asset
in developing the highest price
for a band that can't play.
Now begins the test to...
Now begins the task of...
Now begins the interest
in the record companies.
- Cut!
- On...
- Malcolm.
- Mm?
Could you try looking at Helen
occasionally?
Don't be silly, I won't be able
to read my lines.
Couldn't you learn your lines?
That just seems a bit ordinary.
Well, sometimes ordinary
can be a means to get
to a larger creative statement.
Julian, just direct.
Leave the creativity to me.
[Knocking on door]
Give us a sec.
- [Man] We need you on set.
- Give us a sec!
[Sid] "Jay ne, ne, ra,
fuckin' rah'."
What's with all
this froggy shit?
The finale of the film
is set in Paris, and, um...
well, for financing reasons
it has to be a French song.
Another Malcolm swindle?
No, no, no, no,
you can sing it in English.
It means "no regrets".
Well, maybe I've had
a few fucking regrets,
like thinking
that John was my mate
or that Malcolm
was an actual manager.
J.F., um... do you have
any songs with regrets?
Uh...
Attends. Oui.
Yes. What about
"Comme d'habitude"
by Claude Francois
and Jacques Revaux?
- More frogs' legs.
- No, no, no. No.
In English, it is, uh...
"Regrets, I've had a few,
"but the again
too few to mention."
That's not bad.
[J.F.] Frank Sinatra had
a big hit with this one.
[Sid] Ugh! Grandpa Sinatra!
Thank you!
- "My Way".
- Fuck me!
- "My Way" is a classic.
- Oui.
Sid, that's
a good song for you.
- It's old!
- Yeah,
but if you make it your own.
People will remember you
forever.
How do I make it my own?
The way that you sing it.
And the backing.
We'll put that Pistols'
wall of sound behind you.
Still not really me.
What is you, Sid?
- What he said.
- When?
That night
you scored smack off me.
[Blows whistle]
- And you are...
- Unique!
You said I was unique!
Now, how do I make
this fucking song unique?
- Change the lyrics.
- What?
Like Rotten used to
when we did covers.
♪ Something,
whatever the fuck... ♪
What do I change them to?
I don't know, words
ain't really my department.
Nancy!
She can help me.
She's a genius.
Thank you, Mr Froggy!
- Nancy!
- [Door slams shut]
Ugh!
[Nancy] "And now
"the end is near,
"and so I face
"the final curtain.
Ha-ha-ha."
Nancy says I should laugh there,
like, "Ha-ha-ha-ha."
This is what a real manager
looks like.
Quiet, Sid!
"You cunt!
"I'm not a queer.
"I'll state my case
of which I'm certain.
"To think
I killed a cat,
"and may I say
not in a gay way,
"oh, no,
oh, no, not me."
♪ I did it my way
♪ For what is a brat
♪ What has he got
♪ When he wears hats
♪ And he cannot
♪ Say the things
♪ That he truly feels
♪ But only the words
♪ Of one who kneels
♪ The record shows
♪ I fucked a bloke
♪ And did it my way ♪
That's for you, Nancy,
yeah!
You've nailed it, baby!
[Nancy] Sid...
Sidney?
Wake up, Sid.
Nancy, I'm gonna get
my methadone.
And I'll bring you back
something.
Sid, fucking just get it,
get it!
Do I have to do everything
myself?
I'm sorry about last night.
I'll do it soon, I promise.
That's what you always say.
Don't be angry.
Number one...
..."beautiful".
Number two...
..."sexy".
Number three...
..."beautiful figure".
What are you doing?
You got blood everywhere.
Number four...
..."great sense of humour".
Five...
..."makes extremely interesting
conversation".
[Whimpering, sobbing]
Six...
..."witty".
It's... [Sobbing]
Seven...
..."has the most
beautiful eyes".
[Sobbing]
Eight...
..."has fab taste in clothes".
Go on, Nancy. Come on.
[TV] 'Sid Vicious
looked very subdued
'when the police
led him away to jail.
'The spike-haired 21-year-old
London punk rock star
'said nothing
'as he was taken out of
the 17th precinct New York
'after being arrested for the
fatal stabbing of his girlfriend
'Nancy Laura Spungen.
'He was just as subdued
this afternoon
'when he was arraigned in the
criminal court for her murder
- 'and held on $50,000 bail.'
- Don't worry.
I'll hire a lawyer,
get Sid out on bail,
and we'll continue
the Pistols as planned.
It gives me a very good idea
for a shirt.
[TV] '...with a hunting knife.
The Chelsea Hotel...'
All right, London? Get ready
to meet... The Pretenders.
I'm gonna puke.
- You OK?
- Yeah, yeah, just...
give me a minute.
See you on stage.
- Not if I see you first.
- [Laughs]
[Whispers] Come on.
Come on, come on, come on...
Sorry to hear about Sid.
What? He's out on bail,
isn't he?
Oh, uh...
He OD'd.
Sid's dead.
Sorry.
[Crowd cheering]
Fucking Sid!
Now what are we gonna do with these shirts?
[Steve] Shirts?
"She's dead, I'm alive,
I'm yours."
They're useless now he's dead.
Unless we change them.
"We're dead."
And then just cross out
"I'm alive",
and change "I'm yours" to...
[Chuckles]
..."Up yours!"
[Laughs]
Then we got, "We're dead!
"Up yours!"
That'll have
the moralists screaming.
[Laughs]
You fucker!
These weren't cheap,
you know?
John was right,
wasn't he?
Wasn't he?
It's one great big swindle.
Don't complain.
You're a far greater thief
than I am,
my little Artful Dodger.
You...
...should've protected us.
"Protected you"?
"Protected you"? No, I had
to come up with all the ideas.
I had to take all the risks.
I had to deal
with the fucking suits.
I had to hide my light
under a bushel.
And while you got famous,
I got hated.
So, who was protecting me?
That fucking film
makes us look like fools.
You are fools!
We're family.
Do you really think
that anyone would give a shit
about Steve Jones,
about Paul Cook,
John Lydon,
or Sid fucking Vicious
if it wasn't for me? No!
I made you matter.
We were supposed
to matter to you.
I was supposed
to matter to you.
I'm only 30 years old.
I'm not your father, Steve.
[Viv] It's not personal, pet.
He's like you.
Just a lost little boy.
Malcolm thinks he needs
to burn down the forest
to find his way home.
So, he's burning you.
Isn't that right, Malc?
What would you know? You're just
the woman who does the sewing.
[Crowd shouting]
[Steve] 'I hate needles, Sid.
'I'll just snort it.'
[Sid] 'It's not as good.
'Soft cock.'
[Distorted] ♪ And now
♪ The end is near
♪ So I face
♪ The final curtain
♪ You cunt
♪ I'm not well
♪ I'll state my case
♪ Of which I'm certain
♪ I've lived
a life that's full
♪ Each and every highway
♪ And now
♪ More than this
♪ I did it my way ♪
You're next, Jonesy.
[Gunshot]
Look at you!
Things didn't work out
exactly as planned, did they?
You were right.
I should never have chosen
Malcolm over you.
It was all my fault.
All right?
Now, you got what you came
here for, so now you fuck off.
You shouldn't have chosen
Malcolm over me.
But that's not why I came.
You're gonna go
the way Sid went.
Sid was... quite special.
But the drugs turned him
into a third-rate B-movie.
"Carry On Up The Sex Pistols,
"To A Place Of Dark
And Violent Hilarity".
Even without Malcolm the band
never would've survived.
You knew Sid weren't ready
to be a Sex Pistol.
But I needed my mate.
And it killed him.
I feel very guilty about that.
And guilt weighs heavy
on good Catholic boys like me.
Sid was gonna go
the way he did
whether he was
a Sex Pistol or not.
It's not your fault.
It ain't always about you, mate.
Fuck off!
Johnny.
Johnny fucking Rotten.
Goodbye, Steve.
We did some things...
you and me.
They remember us.
Yeah.
We'll always have Huddersfield.
"Merry Christmas, kiddies!"
[♪ Band strikes up]
[TV] 'Sex Pistols
is the name of the game.
'They put on this party
for you today,
- 'and it's all free!'
- [Crowd cheering]
♪ I've seen you in the mirror
when the story began
♪ And I fell in love with you
♪ I love your mortal sin
♪ Your brains are locked away,
but I love your company
♪ I only ever leave you
when you got no money
♪ I got no emotions
for anybody else
♪ You better understand
I'm in love with myself, myself
♪ My beautiful self
♪ I've no feeling
♪ No feeling
♪ I've no feeling
♪ For anybody else... ♪
Hello, sir,
what's your name?
- Alan.
- Merry Christmas, Alan.
[Sid] I'm Sid fucking Vicious,
and I'll show these northern
cunts what they're dealing with.
Sid, these are the children
of working class heroes,
and we are here
to bring cheer
to their otherwise
dismal Christmas.
- No potty mouth!
- OK.
But only cos it's Christmas.
♪ There ain't no moonlight
after midnight
♪ I see you selling people
out looking for delight
♪ Well I'm so happy,
I'm feeling so fine
♪ I'm watching all the rubbish,
you're wasting my time
♪ I look around your house,
you got nothing I'd steal
♪ I kick you in the brains
when you get down to kneel
♪ And pray
♪ You pray to your God
♪ I've no feeling
♪ I've no feeling
♪ I've no feeling
♪ For anybody else
♪ I've no feeling
♪ I've no feeling ♪
[Queen] It remains for me
to thank you all
for your kind support
during this Jubilee year.
On Christmas Eve, I lit one
small candle at Sandringham,
and a golden thread
of these flames
spread throughout Great Britain
and the Commonwealth.
Let us all strive to spread our
Christian spirit of generosity
throughout the coming year.
God bless you all,
and a very happy Christmas.
[Children] ♪ Jesus loves me,
this I know
♪ For the Bible tells me so
♪ Little ones to him belong
♪ They are weak,
but he is strong
♪ Yes, Jesus loves me
♪ Yes, Jesus loves me
♪ Yes, Jesus loves me
♪ The Bible tells me so ♪
the Pistols.
[Viv] This is about John,
isn't it?
[Malcolm] It's about art.
I have to destroy them.
[Viv] So that out of the chaos
something new and more powerful
may emerge.
[Malcolm] It's always been
my philosophy.
[Viv] Actually, it's mine.
You appropriated it.
- [Malcolm] Don't be ridiculous.
- It's all right.
It's a habit of yours.
I'm used to it.
What about Steve?
[Malcolm] He may rise...
...or he may fall.
Chaos shall decide.
[Gunshot]
[Reporter 1]
'An English rock band
'which has somehow developed
a following
'by spitting into the audience
'has come to this country
'saying it is here to rip
some dollars off the Yanks.'
[Reporter 2] 'The Sex Pistols
'are Britain's most successful
punk rock group,
'and they go out of their way
to shock and outrage people.
'At Heathrow Airport
in London today...'
They spat at news photographers
and cursed them.
'Our government refused
to let the four musicians
'into our country at first
because...'
They're all criminals.
You can check the records
if you don't believe me.
'They refused to talk
'and went directly to their
connecting plane to Atlanta
'where they have a concert
tomorrow night.'
- Is this where we're staying?
- Oh, the glamour!
- OK, OK, OK... Hey!
- Hey!
You're on my turf now.
And what boring turf it is!
Why aren't we downtown?
Atlanta's kind of edgy.
In London,
we get stabbed daily.
I think we can handle
little old Atlanta.
In America, people have guns.
There have been death threats.
- Ooh!
- What's new?
Hey, this is no joke.
From now on, you don't go
anywhere without E.K.
or Allison.
- Why has he got a girl's name?
- [Laughing]
Do you fight like a girl,
too, Allison?
Maybe you'll get to find out.
- [Laughs] Oh-ho-ho-ho!
- Well, I hope so.
Hey, where is Malcolm?
Still in England
for all I know.
- That would be typical.
- Right...
Where's the drugstore, cowboy?
- I need a fix.
- No!
- No hard drugs on my tour.
- Huh!
Right.
Fuck that.
Hey, Warner's have put up
a $300,000 bond
which they will lose
if you commit a felony.
"Lose"?
No felonies.
My job to not let that happen.
And it's my job to tell you
that I'm Sid Vicious,
and I do whatever
the fuck I want.
He's right,
that is his actual job.
OK, so we both
just do our job.
- Fucking jobs!
- Stick with him.
Don't let him score.
I'm warning you, mate,
stay out of my face.
What are you looking at?
Oh, well...
I'm looking at you.
- Oh, here we go.
- Shit!
- Keep going, Sidney.
- [Groans]
Oh!
Keep going, Sid! Oh!
- Easy, easy, easy!
- Fucking hell!
- How do you think I fight now?
- Don't kill him.
- [Steve] Fucking hell!
- Good, good!
You fight good.
You kidding me?
Allison...
OK.
- [Cheering]
- Never let your guard down.
Jesus!
[Coughing]
Good! Cheers, man.
You're all right.
Good!
This is gonna be great.
Do you mind?
Any ketchup?
♪ I washed my hands
♪ In muddy water
♪ I washed my hands
♪ In a muddy stream
♪ I do what my daddy told me
♪ My daddy told me
♪ Cos I washed my hands
in a bloody stream ♪
There's a Johnny Rotten
inside us all.
And he doesn't need
to be saved,
he needs to be crucified.
[Cheering, shouting]
[Man] Hallelujah!
♪ You're in suspension
♪ You're a liar... ♪
I need heroin!
Is that so hard to get through
your thick fucking skull?
- Sidney!
- Sut up, John!
Please!
Please, Mr American Man.
All right.
Here. Take some of my Valium.
It should help.
- No more than two at a time!
- OK.
Can you open it?
[♪ DESMOND DEKKER & THE ACES:
"007 (Shanty Town)"]
It's not a bad job, is it?
Come on, man!
- The Sex Pistols...
- We got a bus!
- They do like us in America.
- ♪ 007
- ♪ 007... ♪
- You sit there.
Right, then,
who's gonna fuck her first?
Go on, Jonesy!
One at a time!
- Anyone got any bog roll?
- Oh, shut that door!
We ran out in Memphis.
Smells like something died
up your arse.
- There's no bog roll left.
- Oh, that's worse!
Get away!
♪ An imitation from New York
♪ You're made in Japan
from cheese and chalk
♪ You're hippy tarts hero
cos you put on a bad show
♪ You put on a bad show,
don't it show
♪ Still
♪ Oh, out on those pills ♪
I was going like this, "Come on,
buddy." He kept going like this.
And I would've been glad to take
him on or his buddy Johnny,
but he came out and hit us
over the head with a bass.
'Faggots!'
It was great. That's what,
you know, music's meant to be.
You know, I think
that's where rock is going
- and where it's gonna stay.
- [Man] They were great.
If I could only make out
the words, they'd be greater.
It was worth
all the money we paid
and all the trouble we went
through to get out here.
[Man] Fuck, no! They're garbage,
man! They're garbage!
[Woman] I like it for me,
but I don't think
I'd recommend it to anybody.
[Woman] Well, I thought
when I saw Johnny Rotten's face,
I thought I'd vomit,
he's so beautiful.
[Man] It's about time
we got some street-fighting men
here in America.
It's about time we got someone
to rile people up.
[Woman] The Pistols
are just out of sight!
[Man] I think I heard one time
that they urinate
on the audience, one time.
Why, I don't know.
It just sounds goofy.
[Sid] Hey, Nancy.
I miss you, baby.
- 'I miss you, too.'
- Yeah, they won't give me...
- 'What's going on?'
- They won't give me heroin.
'But you're the star!'
You need to find me
a connection.
- Please!
- What did we agree, Sidney?
I didn't agree to nothing!
Right! Fine!
Fuck off,
you stupid cunt!
[John] Personally,
I'd like to see the music press
blown up in the morning
cos they don't actually comment
on me records anymore,
it's more about me clothes.
Right? The colour
of me poxy hair.
And that's cos no one really
understands rock and roll.
Right? Except I'm big-headed
enough to say I do.
And that's why
we're the most honest band
to have ever existed.
I mean, I don't know
about those idiots,
but I'm gonna make
a lot of money.
[Man] 'It's a house.
'Yeah?
I can't see it very well.'
[Woman] 'Oh!'
[Man] 'Sally,
I hear something. Stop! Stop!'
['Roaring']
Oh, shit!
['Woman screaming,
chainsaw buzzing']
Yeah, here we go now!
[Screams]
Longhorn, gentlemen.
♪ Sensurround sound
in a two-inch wall
♪ Well, I was waiting
for the communist call
♪ I dared to ask for sunshine,
and I got World War Three
♪ I'm looking over the wall,
and they're looking at me!
♪ 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
to be waiting
♪ The Berlin Wall
♪ I kinda like it
♪ This is the Berlin Wall
♪ Do you wanna
come over the Berlin Wall?
♪ They're staring all night,
and they're staring all day
♪ I had no reason
to be here at all
♪ But now I gotta reason
it's no real reason
♪ And I'm waiting
♪ At the Berlin Wall
♪ I'm gonna go over
the Berlin Wall
♪ I don't understand
this thing at all
♪ The Berlin Wall
♪ Claustrophobia,
there's too much paranoia
♪ There's too many closets,
oh, when will we fall?
♪ And now I gotta reason
♪ It's no real reason
to be waiting
♪ The Berlin Wall
♪ I gotta go over the Wall
♪ I don't understand
this thing at all
♪ This third rate B-Movie show
♪ Cheap dialogue,
cheap essential scenery
♪ I gotta go over the wall
♪ I wanna go
over the Berlin Wall
♪ Before me,
come over the Berlin Wall
♪ I don't understand
this bit at all
♪ I gotta go over the wall,
I gotta go over the Berlin...
♪ I gotta go
over the Berlin wall
♪ Before me...
♪ Please
don't be waiting for me ♪
[Sid] You weren't giving it
much up there tonight, Jonesy!
- Are you fucking joking?
- This is punk!
You gotta give it!
Every single night!
Did you fucking see me up there?
Sorry, I was too busy
trying to play your bass part
as well as my leads
to get the chance to cut meself
with a broken bottle.
- I'll try harder next time.
- Yeah, do! Soft cock!
Out of the fucking toilet, mate!
I've been banging on that door.
Warner's 300 grand
is looking a bit shaky.
Where'd he get heroin from?
The guy walks around with "Give
me a fix" carved into his chest.
Some fan probably
slipped it to him.
Genius idea...
- putting him in the band.
- I'll take care of it.
Like you took care of Glen?
I don't recall asking
the backing band for comment.
- Oh... backing band?
- [Cookie tutting]
I thought you could do
better than that.
Nothing?
You can put that away as well.
I ain't impressed
by your fake fucking stare.
How can two weeks in Texas
feel like two years in hell?
I suppose we're all just having
a "Rotten" old time.
Right, I'm not going
to San Francisco
on that fucking bus...
with John.
[Malcolm]
'Of course not, my boy!
'I can't comprehend
how you can stand him.
'You know he goes round
telling journalists
'that you and Cookie are
no more than the backing band.'
Well, I guessed as much!
'Well, how about the backing
band fly out to San Francisco?'
What about John and Sid?
'Oh, up to them.
Whatever they want.'
- [John laughing]
- That's... That's the stuff!
♪ Jesus loves me, this I know
♪ For the Bible tells me so
♪ Little ones to him belong
♪ They are weak,
but he is strong
♪ Yes, Jesus loves me
♪ Yes, Jesus loves me
♪ Yes, Jesus loves me
♪ Yes... [Humming] ♪
[Church bell rings]
Come on, Sid.
[Church bell rings]
[John, distorted] Hello!
Hello!
Hello!
Hello!
Steve!
Hello!
Oh!
This...
is far too fucking fast.
Malcolm!
Well, all hail, my slinky
southern six-shooters!
[Chuckles]
Nice of you
to finally turn up.
Not nice, actually.
Apologies,
my Texan "Terribles",
but I have been very busy
attending to some important
Sex Pistol business
down in Los Angeles.
Well,
oh, fearless fuck-up,
I've been attending to some very
important near-death business
involving thousands of redneck
cowboys baying for my blood.
We were all attending to that,
all of us.
Stop saying "me".
But I cop it the most
because I'm the star.
You hear that, Cookie?
Me and you may as well piss off
and finally go have some fun.
Oh, yeah, sounds good.
When are we leaving?
Go! Won't be hard
finding another backing band.
[Chuckles] "Backing band".
It's only me and John
anyone actually looks at.
[Steve] Thank fucking Christ
they're not listening to you.
[Sid] Doesn't matter
what you sound like,
it's what you look like
what counts.
Yeah, fuck off,
you little junkie.
- Who you telling to fuck off?
- You!
[Malcolm] Brilliant!
Ha-ha!
Exactly as I planned!
You were turning
into a rock band,
and how can any poor,
disenfranchised kid
relate to a rock band?
Inaccessible. Famous.
John was acting
like Rod Stewart!
To be fair, he's got
the hair for it now.
Fuck off!
I needed
to bring you back down
to street-level
where you belong,
to throw you into the furnace
and see what remains of you.
You are completely insane!
That is why I insisted that we
only play the southern states.
It is a shame
about this place, though.
Why? This is the first
proper venue we've had.
Warner wanted you to play
all the big cities,
but I told them,
"They're not a rock band."
Then what the fuck are we?
Well...
You are very soon to be...
- sexy Latin assassins.
- [Woman] Dom Perignon.
You what?
I have been in L.A.
gathering funding
for our new movie.
"The Great
Rock 'n' Roll Swindle".
I've already recorded
a track for it,
and after this,
we're gonna fly down to Rio.
The Great Train Robber,
Ronnie Biggs,
is gonna be a guest vocalist
on a Pistols track.
The fuck he is!
Ugh! It'll be fun.
Come on,
that whole outlaw spirit!
And plus, girls don't wear
many clothes down Rio way.
- Sounds good.
- Yeah, I'm game.
- You fucking cunt!
- Oi!
Ah-ah-ah! Ah-ah! Hey!
- You calm down, Shirley Temple.
- [Chuckles]
Come on, Sidney.
Sid!
Don't go running off
with that miserable ponce!
Come on,
let's have some fun, ey?
I fucking hate you
for what you did to Nancy.
Never forget that.
[Steve] Oi, what...
What about soundcheck?
[Sid] Oh, just fuck off!
Who wants a drink?
[John] If he thinks I'm getting
on a plane to Brazil,
he can think
the fuck again!
- [Knocking on door]
- Hang on.
Look, just... Things have gotten
out of hand, but we're just...
We're just... We're worn out.
I mean, it was just...
It was three weeks ago
in Huddersfield,
you was putting your face in
a cream pie for a bunch of kids.
You were brilliant.
We were brilliant.
I mean, we've got the...
I'll call you back.
We've got the number one
album in the UK.
Who would've thought that?
Who would've thought
a bunch a working class yobs
would ever fucking
pull that off?
Exactly!
But Malcolm's insane!
It's one thing after another.
And now he wants us
to go to Rio?
Yeah, it'll be fun.
Why can't we just have
a bit of fucking fun...
every now and then?
Ronnie Biggs bashed
a train driver,
a decent, working man,
and left him brain-damaged
for life.
There's nothing fun about it!
Malcolm's gonna make us
into fools.
And where's the money?
If Warner's are putting up
300 grand
in the vain hope that one of us
won't commit a crime,
we must be worth
a lot of money to someone.
We don't even have
bank accounts, Steve.
And Christ only knows what was
in those contracts we signed.
Look at this rancid hotel
Malcolm's put me in
while you and Cookie
are in five-star luxury.
There was no rooms left
at the Miyako
cos you and Sid
chose to stay on the bus!
"Chose to stay on the bus"?
We didn't have a choice.
That's another
Malcolm swindle.
Can't you see?
He's trying to turn us
against each other.
- Why would he do that?
- Control!
Divide and conquer.
The Pistols have
so much more to do, Steve.
But it has to be
without Malcolm.
You need to choose.
He goes...
or I go.
- I need to think about it.
- Think fast.
If Malcolm's not gone
by tomorrow,
tonight will be our last show.
Ever.
♪ Some other
♪ And I...
♪ I want to be...
♪ Anarchy
♪ And I...
♪ I want to be...
♪ Anarchy
♪ Yeah, let's destroy ♪
Another tuneless racket.
If you can put up with that,
you can put up with anything.
[Crowd shouting]
What a lovely
fucking group of people.
Where's fucking Beverley?
You'll get one number
and one number only
because I'm a lazy bastard.
This is "No Fun".
♪ No fun
♪ My babe
♪ You're no fun
♪ With nobody else
♪ I may be going out
and maybe stay at home
♪ And maybe call somebody
on the telephone, so come on
♪ Bye-bye
♪ Come on
♪ On the telephone... ♪
[♪ Orchestral music playing]
[Distorted] ♪ No fun ♪
[♪ Back to orchestral music]
♪ You need hands
♪ To show the world you're happy
♪ And you need hands
♪ When you have to stop the bus
♪ But the hands we love so dear
♪ Are the hands we love to hear
♪ Are the hands
♪ That you gave to us... ♪
Oh, bollocks,
why should I carry on?
♪ To us ♪
[Malcolm] Helen!
I don't believe it!
It's fantastic.
That's so wonderful.
Ah-haha! Ever get the feeling
you've been cheated?
Good night.
[Crowd booing]
[Blows whistle]
I played shit tonight.
Even worse than usual.
But it doesn't matter.
You know why?
Cos you're high.
No, Steve.
That's not it.
Think about it.
Was it cos the sound guy
turned your amp off?
Did he?
Yeah.
Why?
Well, cos Warner's
was filming the show,
and they didn't want you
mucking it up.
And you didn't.
You know?
You looked amazing.
- Yeah.
- And that's what counts.
Yeah,
that's what really counts.
- Mate, I was wondering if I...
- You didn't guess.
What's that?
Why it doesn't matter.
Oh.
- Why?
- Nancy.
I'm gonna be seeing Nancy
again soon.
Oh, really? Great.
You should get
to know her better.
I really want to, Sid.
I do.
She taught me everything
I know about sex.
She could teach you
a few things.
I wouldn't mind.
You know
I already fucked her.
She was nothing special.
What?
Said she's a lucky bird.
You're something special.
Thanks.
Didn't think you liked me.
Most of the time
you're just too stressful...
- to be around.
- [Sid chuckles]
Make me nervous.
Sorry, Steve, it's my job.
I know.
I've gotta hand it to you,
you know, you got balls.
Yeah, I have.
You are.. You're...
unique.
Yeah.
[Chuckles]
I am.
- So, listen, can I cop...
- [Blows whistle]
- Can I cop...
- [Blows whistle]
...some of that dope?
I thought
you didn't like heroin?
- Well, you like it.
- It's great.
And I just thought, you know,
if Sid likes it, then...
...I should give it a go.
- Oh, and Steve...
- What?
I stole Jolene's spike.
I fucking hate needles.
- I'll snort it.
- It's not as good.
Soft cock!
We need to talk about Malcolm.
[Phone rings]
You need to choose.
It is your band.
[John] He goes...
or I go.
Hello?
[Steve] 'We're doing it.
'At the Miyako,
in an hour.'
[John] 'Sid's not here.'
It's all right,
he's with me.
Do you want to start, Steve?
W... Well...
I couldn't have...
Wh... What do you want
to say, Steve?
I know...
I know that...
Steve, just...
- Malcolm...
- It's all right.
I understand, my boy.
It's OK.
I'm glad
there's no hard feelings.
[Malcolm] No, not at all.
Steve told me
about your concerns,
and I completely understand.
I think you've made
the right decision.
Leaving will be
the best thing for all of us.
"Leaving"?
Who's leaving?
You are.
You gave Steve an ultimatum,
and he wisely chose
to keep the present
management structure in place.
Oh, Steve!
[Malcolm] The Sex Pistols
will continue.
Without you.
You fucking coward!
My deepest sympathies!
Come on, Sidney.
I'm staying.
What?
You don't like Nancy.
Steve kidnapped her.
Only cos Malcolm told him to.
So, why are you staying
with Malcolm?
He's gonna put us all
in a movie.
And I'm gonna be
the lead singer.
I'm the star now, John.
Just like Nancy says.
You disgusting man!
Please!
You know, you really have turned
into Rod Stewart.
Why don't you go downtown
and find some cocaine?
[♪ Distorted lyrics]
[John] Look at you!
Couldn't even make it back
to London without OD-ing.
You don't tell me
what to do, Johnny.
No.
Only one person does that,
doesn't she?
You pussy-whipped fool!
You're just jealous.
Jealous because no one
can write even one thing
they love about you.
Goodbye, Sidney.
[♪ Chrissie singing]
♪ Gonna make you, make you,
make you notice, and...
♪ Got motion,
restrained emotion
♪ Been driving
♪ Detroit leaning
♪ No reason
♪ Just seems so pleasing
♪ Gonna make you, make you,
make you notice, and...
♪ Gonna use my arms
♪ Gonna use my legs
♪ Gonna use my style
♪ Gonna use my sidestep,
come on
♪ Gonna use my fingers
♪ Gonna use
my, my, my imagination
- ♪ Cos I... ♪
- [Man 1] Keep going. Rolling!
[Man 2] "Great Rock 'n' Roll
Swindle", take three.
Mark it!
And... action!
Find yourself a lawyer
who has no interest in music.
He's your main asset
in developing the highest price
for a band that can't play.
Now begins the test to...
Now begins the task of...
Now begins the interest
in the record companies.
- Cut!
- On...
- Malcolm.
- Mm?
Could you try looking at Helen
occasionally?
Don't be silly, I won't be able
to read my lines.
Couldn't you learn your lines?
That just seems a bit ordinary.
Well, sometimes ordinary
can be a means to get
to a larger creative statement.
Julian, just direct.
Leave the creativity to me.
[Knocking on door]
Give us a sec.
- [Man] We need you on set.
- Give us a sec!
[Sid] "Jay ne, ne, ra,
fuckin' rah'."
What's with all
this froggy shit?
The finale of the film
is set in Paris, and, um...
well, for financing reasons
it has to be a French song.
Another Malcolm swindle?
No, no, no, no,
you can sing it in English.
It means "no regrets".
Well, maybe I've had
a few fucking regrets,
like thinking
that John was my mate
or that Malcolm
was an actual manager.
J.F., um... do you have
any songs with regrets?
Uh...
Attends. Oui.
Yes. What about
"Comme d'habitude"
by Claude Francois
and Jacques Revaux?
- More frogs' legs.
- No, no, no. No.
In English, it is, uh...
"Regrets, I've had a few,
"but the again
too few to mention."
That's not bad.
[J.F.] Frank Sinatra had
a big hit with this one.
[Sid] Ugh! Grandpa Sinatra!
Thank you!
- "My Way".
- Fuck me!
- "My Way" is a classic.
- Oui.
Sid, that's
a good song for you.
- It's old!
- Yeah,
but if you make it your own.
People will remember you
forever.
How do I make it my own?
The way that you sing it.
And the backing.
We'll put that Pistols'
wall of sound behind you.
Still not really me.
What is you, Sid?
- What he said.
- When?
That night
you scored smack off me.
[Blows whistle]
- And you are...
- Unique!
You said I was unique!
Now, how do I make
this fucking song unique?
- Change the lyrics.
- What?
Like Rotten used to
when we did covers.
♪ Something,
whatever the fuck... ♪
What do I change them to?
I don't know, words
ain't really my department.
Nancy!
She can help me.
She's a genius.
Thank you, Mr Froggy!
- Nancy!
- [Door slams shut]
Ugh!
[Nancy] "And now
"the end is near,
"and so I face
"the final curtain.
Ha-ha-ha."
Nancy says I should laugh there,
like, "Ha-ha-ha-ha."
This is what a real manager
looks like.
Quiet, Sid!
"You cunt!
"I'm not a queer.
"I'll state my case
of which I'm certain.
"To think
I killed a cat,
"and may I say
not in a gay way,
"oh, no,
oh, no, not me."
♪ I did it my way
♪ For what is a brat
♪ What has he got
♪ When he wears hats
♪ And he cannot
♪ Say the things
♪ That he truly feels
♪ But only the words
♪ Of one who kneels
♪ The record shows
♪ I fucked a bloke
♪ And did it my way ♪
That's for you, Nancy,
yeah!
You've nailed it, baby!
[Nancy] Sid...
Sidney?
Wake up, Sid.
Nancy, I'm gonna get
my methadone.
And I'll bring you back
something.
Sid, fucking just get it,
get it!
Do I have to do everything
myself?
I'm sorry about last night.
I'll do it soon, I promise.
That's what you always say.
Don't be angry.
Number one...
..."beautiful".
Number two...
..."sexy".
Number three...
..."beautiful figure".
What are you doing?
You got blood everywhere.
Number four...
..."great sense of humour".
Five...
..."makes extremely interesting
conversation".
[Whimpering, sobbing]
Six...
..."witty".
It's... [Sobbing]
Seven...
..."has the most
beautiful eyes".
[Sobbing]
Eight...
..."has fab taste in clothes".
Go on, Nancy. Come on.
[TV] 'Sid Vicious
looked very subdued
'when the police
led him away to jail.
'The spike-haired 21-year-old
London punk rock star
'said nothing
'as he was taken out of
the 17th precinct New York
'after being arrested for the
fatal stabbing of his girlfriend
'Nancy Laura Spungen.
'He was just as subdued
this afternoon
'when he was arraigned in the
criminal court for her murder
- 'and held on $50,000 bail.'
- Don't worry.
I'll hire a lawyer,
get Sid out on bail,
and we'll continue
the Pistols as planned.
It gives me a very good idea
for a shirt.
[TV] '...with a hunting knife.
The Chelsea Hotel...'
All right, London? Get ready
to meet... The Pretenders.
I'm gonna puke.
- You OK?
- Yeah, yeah, just...
give me a minute.
See you on stage.
- Not if I see you first.
- [Laughs]
[Whispers] Come on.
Come on, come on, come on...
Sorry to hear about Sid.
What? He's out on bail,
isn't he?
Oh, uh...
He OD'd.
Sid's dead.
Sorry.
[Crowd cheering]
Fucking Sid!
Now what are we gonna do with these shirts?
[Steve] Shirts?
"She's dead, I'm alive,
I'm yours."
They're useless now he's dead.
Unless we change them.
"We're dead."
And then just cross out
"I'm alive",
and change "I'm yours" to...
[Chuckles]
..."Up yours!"
[Laughs]
Then we got, "We're dead!
"Up yours!"
That'll have
the moralists screaming.
[Laughs]
You fucker!
These weren't cheap,
you know?
John was right,
wasn't he?
Wasn't he?
It's one great big swindle.
Don't complain.
You're a far greater thief
than I am,
my little Artful Dodger.
You...
...should've protected us.
"Protected you"?
"Protected you"? No, I had
to come up with all the ideas.
I had to take all the risks.
I had to deal
with the fucking suits.
I had to hide my light
under a bushel.
And while you got famous,
I got hated.
So, who was protecting me?
That fucking film
makes us look like fools.
You are fools!
We're family.
Do you really think
that anyone would give a shit
about Steve Jones,
about Paul Cook,
John Lydon,
or Sid fucking Vicious
if it wasn't for me? No!
I made you matter.
We were supposed
to matter to you.
I was supposed
to matter to you.
I'm only 30 years old.
I'm not your father, Steve.
[Viv] It's not personal, pet.
He's like you.
Just a lost little boy.
Malcolm thinks he needs
to burn down the forest
to find his way home.
So, he's burning you.
Isn't that right, Malc?
What would you know? You're just
the woman who does the sewing.
[Crowd shouting]
[Steve] 'I hate needles, Sid.
'I'll just snort it.'
[Sid] 'It's not as good.
'Soft cock.'
[Distorted] ♪ And now
♪ The end is near
♪ So I face
♪ The final curtain
♪ You cunt
♪ I'm not well
♪ I'll state my case
♪ Of which I'm certain
♪ I've lived
a life that's full
♪ Each and every highway
♪ And now
♪ More than this
♪ I did it my way ♪
You're next, Jonesy.
[Gunshot]
Look at you!
Things didn't work out
exactly as planned, did they?
You were right.
I should never have chosen
Malcolm over you.
It was all my fault.
All right?
Now, you got what you came
here for, so now you fuck off.
You shouldn't have chosen
Malcolm over me.
But that's not why I came.
You're gonna go
the way Sid went.
Sid was... quite special.
But the drugs turned him
into a third-rate B-movie.
"Carry On Up The Sex Pistols,
"To A Place Of Dark
And Violent Hilarity".
Even without Malcolm the band
never would've survived.
You knew Sid weren't ready
to be a Sex Pistol.
But I needed my mate.
And it killed him.
I feel very guilty about that.
And guilt weighs heavy
on good Catholic boys like me.
Sid was gonna go
the way he did
whether he was
a Sex Pistol or not.
It's not your fault.
It ain't always about you, mate.
Fuck off!
Johnny.
Johnny fucking Rotten.
Goodbye, Steve.
We did some things...
you and me.
They remember us.
Yeah.
We'll always have Huddersfield.
"Merry Christmas, kiddies!"
[♪ Band strikes up]
[TV] 'Sex Pistols
is the name of the game.
'They put on this party
for you today,
- 'and it's all free!'
- [Crowd cheering]
♪ I've seen you in the mirror
when the story began
♪ And I fell in love with you
♪ I love your mortal sin
♪ Your brains are locked away,
but I love your company
♪ I only ever leave you
when you got no money
♪ I got no emotions
for anybody else
♪ You better understand
I'm in love with myself, myself
♪ My beautiful self
♪ I've no feeling
♪ No feeling
♪ I've no feeling
♪ For anybody else... ♪
Hello, sir,
what's your name?
- Alan.
- Merry Christmas, Alan.
[Sid] I'm Sid fucking Vicious,
and I'll show these northern
cunts what they're dealing with.
Sid, these are the children
of working class heroes,
and we are here
to bring cheer
to their otherwise
dismal Christmas.
- No potty mouth!
- OK.
But only cos it's Christmas.
♪ There ain't no moonlight
after midnight
♪ I see you selling people
out looking for delight
♪ Well I'm so happy,
I'm feeling so fine
♪ I'm watching all the rubbish,
you're wasting my time
♪ I look around your house,
you got nothing I'd steal
♪ I kick you in the brains
when you get down to kneel
♪ And pray
♪ You pray to your God
♪ I've no feeling
♪ I've no feeling
♪ I've no feeling
♪ For anybody else
♪ I've no feeling
♪ I've no feeling ♪
[Queen] It remains for me
to thank you all
for your kind support
during this Jubilee year.
On Christmas Eve, I lit one
small candle at Sandringham,
and a golden thread
of these flames
spread throughout Great Britain
and the Commonwealth.
Let us all strive to spread our
Christian spirit of generosity
throughout the coming year.
God bless you all,
and a very happy Christmas.
[Children] ♪ Jesus loves me,
this I know
♪ For the Bible tells me so
♪ Little ones to him belong
♪ They are weak,
but he is strong
♪ Yes, Jesus loves me
♪ Yes, Jesus loves me
♪ Yes, Jesus loves me
♪ The Bible tells me so ♪