ChrissieOh, he's back.
At least he waited outside this time.
Chrissie
Hey! Hey, you alive?
[Groans] I don't think so.
We were taking bets on how long before they found you floating in the Thames.
Chrissie
Okay, move! We gotta open.
"Singer walking off stage before he's sung" is a novel approach.
We didn't know what was happening. Your band just kept playing, and the music was really hard. You could feel their anger. But then they stopped, which was shit, cos I'd spent two hours getting ready.
Where do you get changed for work?
I come like this from home.
Being seen is a political act. Shoving it in their stuck-up faces, bunch of hypocrites. Supposed to be a free country.
Where do you get the balls?
As you can see... I don't have any. This is a vulva-powered revolution.
Why take the train if you've got a Volvo?
[Laughs] You're funny... Kutie Jones. Tea? [Walks away]
I can't understand her half the time... but she has got guts.
Yeah. As opposed to some. Why didn't you sing?
Umm... I guess the new improved cloak of invisibility didn't live up to expectations.
Being seen is generally part of being on stage, Steve.
Do you think Viv and Malcolm would give me another chance?
Better hurry. They've been looking for a new singer.
Chrissie
Nice guitar. Where'd you steal it?
Malcolm gave it to me. It was Sylvain Sylvain's.
Chrissie
Of the New York Dolls?
Chrissie
Why'd he give it to you?
I'm gonna be our new guitarist.
Chrissie
What happened to Wally?
FWFlashback Wally
You fucking prick!
FSFlashback Steve
Well, don't blame me, I don't make the rules.
Chrissie
You sacked Wally?! Seriously?! Malcolm has been promising for months to put me in a band. And I can sing and play, but, no, he gives you, a meathead, druggie, felon...
Feel free. Everyone's piling it on today.
Chrissie
...this incredible instrument and a place in a band that you are completely unqualified for, because... because, Jonesy, one thing that British and American music share is huge, steaming piles of sexism.
Sexism has nothing to do with it, Chrissie. I am well aware of your talent, but my vision for the Sex Pistols is one of dirt, danger and desire. A band of sexy, young assassins whose instruments could just as easily be pickaxes, or shovels, or machine-guns. You're far too... accomplished for them. However, I do want you to meet with a man by the name of Mick Jones.
Chrissie
Any relation?
Now, Mick Jones is a very interesting young guitarist who is looking for a collaborator.
Chrissie
Okay. Thanks.
Sorted. But with Wally gone we've got nowhere to rehearse.
...
Come with me to Denmark... Street. London's answer to Tin Pan Alley. It's the epicentre of the music scene.
AFArchival footage man
Our Tin Pan Alley was really encompassed by the length of a street, which is still there, of course, Denmark Street. Today it's a sad place because, uh... the action has gone from there pretty well, and it's not the same kind of business. In those days, there were characters, there was tremendous colour.
I've taken out a twelve-month lease. Places like this, they don't come cheap, you know. But I said, I told them, "I don't care how much it costs, because this... is the perfect hideout for my sexy, young assassins."
Thanks, Malcolm. It's brilliant.
John comes by on Friday for rehearsals. How are you and Excalibur getting along?
Great. Ready to do battle. Mm, good. Don't let me down.
Chrissie
Bored yet? Uh... You said, as soon as you have sеx, you get bored.
I said, as soon as feelings are involved, I get bored.
Chrissie
Mm. I'm not bored. As long as we keep it about the music.
Good. Cos I'm gonna go. All right, then.
Chrissie
[Plays "St. James Infirmary Blues" on acoustic guitar with Steve] There you go.
You're a fսcking great guitarist. You know that?
Chrissie
I'm not. You're just really shit.
Chrissie
Play with me. You might learn something.
We do make great music together.
Chrissie
You talking about the lying-down kind, or the sitting-up kind?
Both. Well, actually there's more than two cos you can do the lying-down music... standing up and sitting down. And you can do the sitting-down music standing up and lying down.
Chrissie
[Laughs] It's confusing speaking in metaphors all the time, isn't it?
Ugh, it's a right nause! [Chrissie scats on guitar] What is a metaphor?
Chrissie
It's a thing that's like a thing.
Right. Those northern towns are gonna hate you.
Might not make it back alive.
Chrissie
Might not.
We'd better make music one last time... before I leave.
Chrissie
See, now that... is a metaphor.
[At a nightclub] Dom Perignon! We need Dom Perignon over here!
Chrissie, have you ever had an orgasm?
Chrissie
Uh... yes, I have. Thanks for asking, Sid.
No, I mean, like, a real, like... Like a gushing volcano type thing.
Chrissie
Again, yes. I think so.
To be honest, if you had, you'd remember.
Well, anyway, Chrissie, if you want one of those things, I can sort that out for you.
RReginald
[Walking into club with Bob] Nancy says she's happy to lend me out.
BBob
Great show last night.
NNick
I'm here with the Sex Pistols. Single's doing very well. Working on an article about the whole punk/new wave scene.
BBob
Ah! Very good. Good luck with that.
NNick
Uh... Bob Harris, the most influential music presenter...
Yeah, I know who you are. It's whispering Bob. The Old Grey Sniffle Test.
BBob
If you'll excuse me...
No, hang on. Why won't you have us on, Bob? Not good enough for the BBC, are we?
BBob
It's merely a difference of taste.
"Taste"?! Taste this, you cunt! [Lunges at Bob with drinking glass and accidentally smashed it into Reginald's neck setting off a bar fight]
[Pulls aside Sid] Sidney! [A man punches Sid in the chest]
[Pulls aside Sid] Sidney! [Repeatedly] Sid!
[Pulls aside Sid] Si! Sidney, listen to me!
[Hiding under table with Chrissie] You all right?
Chrissie
Yeah. It was Sid.
Surprise, surprise. Welcome to the Sex Pistols.
Chrissie
[Punches Steve in chest] You selfish piece of shit!
All right, stop! Stop, stop!
Chrissie
I wasn't even an option to you. It's not like I want to be part of the Sex Pistols, but you knew how bad I wanted to be in a band, and it didn't even cross your mind!
What? Of course it didn't - you're too good for the Pistols.
Chrissie
Oh, fuck off!
Our singer is half-insane, our manager is fully insane - he's trying to bring down the government - our bass player can't play, starts fights for laughs, and as you've rightly pointed out, I'm just an illiterate thief who can barely fucking play. You're better than that! You're so much better than that.
[In alleyway] Sidney! You are marvellous!
Where are you going? Sidney! You started this!
I'm taking Nancy to my mum's.
Do you think I'm stupid? I know what you're doing. That shit'll kill you.
We all went to your mum's, why can't I go to mine?
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