[Nancy is pounding on front door window of Sid's parents flat] Harder! Go on, harder! [Laughs]
WWoman
Oi! Keep the noise down!
Shut the fuck up! You're making more noise than me. Cunt! [Gestures to her]
WWoman
Fucking rude bastard!
I don't think she's home.
She' never home. It's all right. [Gets an emergency key through mail slot] My magic key.
[Sid grabs a stuffed bear chuckles] What's that?
It's a pyjama case. Mum gave it to me for my birthday.
Mm. It looks a bit young. [Sid produces a bag of heroin]
HHelen
[While doing a painting saying to Steve] You've done "singer that can't sing", "guitarist that can't play", and now you're doing "band that can't tour... "...or record". Bravo! It's an oeuvre. [Hears door buzzes] It'll be Malcolm. [Nancy enters] Not Malcolm. She said she had to see you.
HHelen
[Nancy picks up can of beer] Uh! Help yourself to a beer.
I have. Thank you. Hmm! So... I need a connection for heroin. And you seem like a man about town, Steve. Surely, you have a connection?
Not for you, I don't. Do you think I want that shit going up Sid's arm?
It's purely for personal use.
Why don't you fuck off back to wherever you came from?
Because this is a free country, and I'm very fond of Sid.
You're gonna break up this band. Why would I do that? You're another Yoko Ono.
Mm. Her and John Lennon - such a touching love story.
She broke up the Beatles.
I don't like the Beatles.
Yeah, that's not the fucking point.
Why don't we take the temperature down a few degrees? My love, I need to share some personal things about Sid. May we have some privacy?
HHelen
I'm going to sleep. Let yourselves out. Don't steal anything.
Why do you think Sid attacked beardy Bob last night?
His name's "Vicious". He thinks he has to live up to it.
No, silly. He knew everyone in that room loved beardy Bob and would turn on him for it. Sid's happiest when he's getting the shit kicked out of him.
You do that for him, do you?
I was choked at birth by my umbilical cord and diagnosed schizophrenic at 15. I've been kicking the shit out of people all my life. [Starts sexually moving on Steve and chuckles] It's okay, baby. I know you want to.
You're fucking disgusting.
Yeah. That's why you want to... [Gasps] That was nice. I don't usually give it away for free, except with Sidney.
But I did think a Sex Pistol would be paid more. How about a few bucks?
I don't think it's fair that Nancy can't come to meetings. She's a part of me now. So, technically, she's part of the band.
Don't be revolting, Sidney!
You're just jealous cos none of you have ever been in love.
Jonesy, I bet you've never been in love.
Course he has! Falls in love with all his mates' girlfriends for about 30 seconds, which is all the time it takes to fuck 'em.
Hey, Sid, you'd better keep an eye on Nancy, eh?
Sexy young assassins! What was that? That was the sound of a door closing. But hold on... What's this? [Opens larger encompassing door] That is the sound of another door opening.
What are you talking about?
RRichard
Branson. Richard. Richard Branson.
[Shaking his hand] Like the pickle.
RRichard
No. The pickle is "Branston". A lot of people make that mistake.
Hang on, Malcolm said there'd be pickle.
RRichard
Huh! No, I don't make pickle. Nice to meet you. How are you doing? All right? Take a seat. Cheese?
RRichard
Uh, it's Mike Oldfield, "Tubular Bells".
RRichard
Virgin's very first release. Top ten for almost the entirety of 1974.
RRichard
Huh! Of course you do. Three years is an eternity in the music industry, and Virgin have released nothing of great significance since. Instead of the groovy young thing...
RRichard
Virgin's beginning to feel like the, uh...
RRichard
Exactly! That's why I want to sign the most controversial band in the land, the one all the old pensioner labels are too terrified to touch. The only issue is, uh... timeline.
RRichard
There's no point releasing "God Save the Queen" if we miss... [Steve hands him a drink] thank you. [To Malcolm] ...the Jubilee. I need it by June.
No problem. We can re-master the single by June.
RRichard
But I need an album. "God Save the Queen" would be the single from the album. Is that... Is that doable?
[At a Guy Fawkes bonfire] I'm going to blow up the Pistols.
This is about John, isn't it?
It's about art. I have to destroy them.
So that out of the chaos something new and more powerful may emerge.
It's always been my philosophy.
Actually, it's mine. You appropriated it.
It's all right. It's a habit of yours. I'm used to it. What about Steve?
He may rise... or he may fall. Chaos shall decide.
N1Newscaster 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.
N2Newscaster 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...
[Mimicking an old woman's voice on phone] They're all criminals. You can check the records if you don't believe me.
N2Newscaster 2
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?
EKE.K.
Okay, okay, okay... 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.
EKE.K.
In America, people have guns. There have been death threats.
EKE.K.
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? [Laughs] Do you fight like a girl, too, Allison?
AAllison
Maybe you'll get to find out.
EKE.K.
Still in England for all I know.
Right. Where's the drugstore, cowboy? I need a fix.
EKE.K.
No! No hard drugs on my tour.
EKE.K.
Hey, Warner's have put up a $300,000 bond which they will lose if you commit a felony.
EKE.K.
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.
EKE.K.
Okay, so we both just do our job.
EKE.K.
[To Allison] Stick with him. Don't let him score.
I'm warning you, mate, stay out of my face. What are you looking at?
AAllison
Oh, well... I'm looking at you. [Sid attacks Allison]
Oh, here we go. Shit! Keep going, Sidney! [Allison slams Sid's head into wall] Oh! Keep going, Sid! Oh!
AAllison
How do you think I fight now?
Don't kill him. Fucking hell!
AAllison
Good, good! You fight good. You kidding me?
[Sid punches Allison in face and band cheers] Never let your guard down. [Allison grabs Sid and slams onto table]
[Takes his seat] Good! Cheers, man. You're all right. Good! This is gonna be great. Do you mind? Any ketchup?
EEvangelist
There's a Johnny Rotten inside us all. And he doesn't need to be saved, he needs to be crucified!
...
[To E.K.] I need heroin! Is that so hard to get through your thick fucking skull?
Shut up, John! Please! Please, Mr American Man.
EKE.K.
All right. Here. Take some of my Valium. [Hands prescription bottle] It should help. No more than two at a time!
...
It's not a bad job, is it? Come on, man! The Sex Pistols...
We got a bus! They do like us in America.
[Referring to sex doll] Right, then, who's gonna fuck her first?
...
Smells like something died up your arse.
There's no bog roll left.
Oh, that's worse! Get away!
Oh! This... is far too fucking fast. Malcolm!
Well, all hail, my slinky southern six-shooters!
[Chuckles] Nice of you to finally turn up.
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 hardfinding another backing band.
[Chuckles] "Backing band". It's only me and John anyone actually looks at.
Thank fucking Christ they're not listening to you.
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?
Brilliant! [Laughs] 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.
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.
WAWoman assistant
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.
Ugh! It'll be fun. Come on, that whole outlaw spirit! And plus, girls don't wear many clothes down Rio way.
You fucking cunt! [Lunges at Malcolm]
Oi! [Repeatedly] Ah...! Hey! You calm down, Shirley Temple. [Chuckles]
[Spits on floor and walks away] Come on, Sidney. Sid!
Don't go running off with that miserable ponce! Come on, let's have some fun, eh?
I fucking hate you for what you did to Nancy. Never forget that.
Oi, what... What about soundcheck?
Oh, just fuck off! Who wants a drink?
If he thinks I'm getting on a plane to Brazil, he can think the fuck again! [Opens door to Steve]
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...
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 based 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 'cause 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.
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.
