Chrissie, Steve and others in “Rotten”

Nice guitar. Where'd you steal it?

Malcolm gave it to me. It was Sylvain Sylvain's.

Of the New York Dolls?

Yeah.

Why'd he give it to you?

I'm gonna be our new guitarist.

What happened to Wally?

Uh...

You fucking prick!

Well, don't blame me, I don't make the rules.

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.

...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.

Any relation?

Now, Mick Jones is a very interesting young guitarist who is looking for a collaborator.

Okay. Thanks.

What about John?

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.

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?

Good.

Great. Ready to do battle. Mm, good. Don't let me down.

I won't.

Good boy.