[John] The main thing to remember
is that Malcolm is a dishonest bastard.
To be fair, he did put me in the band.
[John] To be fair, I got you in the band
by playing Malcolm at his own devious game.
And now we must ally against him,
lest we get shafted like Glen, may he rest in peace.
Look, I hold it up, it just flops down.
He offered to give me lessons.
Who?
Glen, R.I.P.
I told him to fuck off.
[Laughs]
You do realise you will need to learn to play.
Not really. How come yours sticks up like that?
What do you mean, "Not really"?
Use lacquer.
No one cares what you sound like,
it's what you look like that matters.
Is it effective, then, lacquer?
Course it's effective!
Remember my mum's beehive?
It was like St. Paul's Cathedral.
She kept actual bees in it.
You can't be a Sex Pistol if you can't play.
You can't sing. Why should I play?
Can I have some of your mum's lacquer, then, please?
I can sing!
Somewhat.
And I don't use lacquer. It's too sticky.
Can we stop talking about your hair
and talk about Malcolm?
He wants to change the title of my song "No Future"
to "God Save The Queen".
If it's not lacquer, what is it?
Can you stop talking about your hair?
Can you stop talking about Malcolm
and song names and the bass guitar?
You're making me nervous.
What are you nervous about?
I'm supposed to be a Sex Pistol,
but I can't play anything.
And now my fucking hair won't even stand up.
[Gunshot]
[♪ Brass band plays march]
[Boy] The fucking view is fucking vile.
For fucking miles and fucking miles.
The fucking babies fucking cry.
The fucking flowers fucking die.
The fucking food is fucking muck.
The fucking drains are fucking fucked.
The colour scheme is fucking brown.
Everywhere in chicken town.
The fucking pies are fucking old.
The fucking chips are fucking cold.
The fucking beer is fucking flat.
The fucking flats have fucking rats.
The fucking clocks are fucking wrong.
The fucking days are fucking long.
It fucking gets you fucking down.
Evidently chicken town.
This is the most famous photograph of the Queen.
- It's on the stamps! - That's right, darling.
[Chuckles] You put a safety pin in her nose.
- [Joe] Is it for a new stamp? - [Ben] No, stupid.
We're taking the piss.
- Oh... - Oh, pet.
- It's brilliant. - Happy Jubilee, Your Madge!
[Sid] Pling-pling-pling, pling-pling-pling...
- Pling, pling... - Pling!
Pling-pling-pling-pling, pling-pling-pling-pling...
Pling-pling, pling-pling! Like that?
Something reminds me of being ill.
Concentrate on the lesson, Jonesy.
Yes, Jonesy. Concentrate.
Vicks VapoRub. You're wearing Vicks VapoRub.
You put it on your chest if you've got a cold.
- Want some? - I haven't got a cold.
I haven't got it on my chest. I've got it in my hair.
It's just sticky enough to make it stand up.
It's his beauty secret.
- Not a secret anymore. - You should try it, Jonesy.
- Your hair's shit. - Oh, joy!
Now that Glen's R.I.P.,
Steve can be butt of the hair jokes.
- Fuck off! - [Sid and John laughing]
- [Steve] Pay attention! - [Sid] I paid attention.
It goes, plinky-plinky-plinky-plink,
plink, plink, plink, like that.
No! It's plinky-plinky-plinky-plinky,
plink, plink, plink!
No! It's... Look, there's no plinky-plinky-plinky.
It's bam-bam-bam-bam-bam-bam!
Don't tickle it, punch it!
[Groans]
Oi, shit!
What the fuck? That's my guitar!
It's your skull you should be worried about, not your banjo!
- Ladies, please! - Shit!
[Groaning, grunting]
Ugh!
That was great!
What is wrong with you?
I like it when people fight back instead of ignoring you.
Ugh!
- Is that right? - [Steve] Not really.
But it might actually be better.
Do it again.
Give us 'A'.
Keep playing.
Ugh!
♪ God save the Queen
♪ The fascist regime
♪ They made you a moron
♪ Potential H-bomb
♪ God save the Queen
♪ She ain't no human being
♪ There is no future
♪ In England's dreaming
♪ Don't be told about what you want
♪ And don't be told about what you need
- ♪ There's no future, no future. - [Indistinct arguing]
♪ No future for you
♪ God save the Queen
♪ We mean it, man
♪ We love our Queen... ♪
Ladies and gentlemen of the press,
let me introduce to you the Sex Pistols.
[Photographer] Johnny, Johnny,
can I get one of you and the lads?
You can see them signing their new contract from A&M Records.
♪ Is not what she seems
♪ Oh, God save history... ♪
[Malcolm] And on the bass guitar,
their newest member, Mister Sidney Vicious.
♪ Oh, Lord, Lord have mercy... ♪
Hello, everybody.
♪ All crimes are paid... ♪
If you just sign here, Mr Cook.
We love the crew.
There you are, Mr Vicious.
♪ We're the future, your future
- ♪ God save the Queen. - [Indistinct chattering]
♪ We mean it, man
♪ We love our Queen
♪ God save... ♪
Cheerio!
What are you being sick for?
♪ God save the Queen
♪ We mean it, man
♪ There is no future
♪ In England's dreaming
♪ No future
♪ No future for you
♪ There's no future
♪ No future for you ♪
- [Shouting, cheering] - [Woman] Sid!
[Man] Over here!
We've made a terrible mistake.
What? No, look, they love him.
This isn't love.
This is appetite.
They'll eat him.
[John] Our wonderful manager wanted us to write a song
about bondage and discipline
to publicise his funny little shop.
So, we wrote a song about submission.
A sub-marine mission.
He didn't get the joke.
I did get the joke.
♪ Ooh-ooh, ooh
♪ Ooh, ooh...
♪ I'm on a submarine mission for you, baby
♪ I feel the way you were going
♪ I picked you up on my TV screen
♪ I feel your undercurrent flowing
♪ Submission
♪ Going down, down, dragging me down
♪ Submission
♪ I can't tell ya what I've found
♪ Well, it's a mystery
♪ Under the sea
♪ In the water
♪ I wanna share it ♪
Sorry, this is the boys' toilets.
[She chuckles]
Nancy.
It's really good to meet you.
Um, could you guys maybe give me a ride?
[Nancy] So, Richard and I...
Richard Hell I mean, of The Voidoids,
previously of The Heartbreakers.
Do you know The Heartbreakers, like, with Johnny Thunders?
Used to be in The New York Dolls. Yeah.
Anyway, he decided The Heartbreakers sucked,
so hence therefore The Voidoids.
He practically invented punk rock as you know,
especially the whole spiky hair thing.
Oh, please!
Anyway, the main point being, Richard and I are very close,
very, very close.
Now, Boogie, we're going to Denmark Street.
We're going here. You can go to Denmark Street.
But I haven't finished telling the guys about Richard.
- You can tell me later. - Driver, could you just wait?
No! Boogie's got to boogie. Don't you, Boogie?
- Yeah. - Yeah?
I've got to boogie.
OK! You don't need to shout at me.
Thank you. Thank you for the ride.
It was really nice to meet you.
So... [Chuckles nervously] What do we do now?
Mm... What do you wanna do now?
[Both laughing]
Uh... whatever you want.
Thanks for popping in, by the way.
Sorry it's such a mess.
Gimme one minute.
[She chuckles] Sid...
Have you ever done this before?
Done what before? We haven't done anything yet.
Oh, my God!
You are a virgin.
This is kind of exciting for me.
- [Sid] And for me. - [She chuckles]
[Nancy] Hey, do you want to, um...
like, shoot up before we...
[Both chuckling]
I have done that before.
- Really? - Yeah.
[Nancy] I thought London was all, like, blow and speed.
[Sid] No, my Mum gave me a hit for my 14th birthday.
Are you OK? Mm, whoa.
[♪ Distorted music playing]
[♪ Distorted lyrics]
[Malcolm] The Jubilee celebrates 25 years
of good old Queen Elizabeth looking down on us.
If we take the piss out of the Jubilee,
we become the story instead of her.
And after the Jubilee, the song's forgotten.
[Malcolm] No, our "God Save The Queen"
will be a national anthem for a brand new country,
a country founded on fury.
[Nancy] Speaking as an American,
I find the whole royalty thing very, very enchanting.
Shut up!
- I was just saying. - This is a band meeting.
If you are not in the band,
you are banned.
Understand?
You have a wonderful way with words.
Has anyone ever told you that?
I will now leave.
The song is called "No Future".
Fuck!
Lying fuck!
He's only gone and called it "God Save The Fucking Queen".
My Nancy's a fucking queen.
"God Save The Queen" will get us noticed.
Cheap publicity!
No one will buy the record if they don't know about it.
I don't care.
I do. I agree with Jonesy for once.
We gotta be notorious.
But the song's not about the Queen.
It's about how our generation has no future.
We made this.
We made it. Look at it.
It's fucking beautiful.
To be fair, Glen R.I.P. made it.
But I look loads better playing.
No one can argue with that, Sid.
Before I was in this band,
I never listened to the words of songs.
You made me listen.
John.
I really...
...hate to say this, but, uh...
...you are a fucking genius.
Would you like to meet my mum?
[♪ "God Save The Queen" playing]
Do you have a cold, John? You smell of Vicks.
- Oh, it's... - It's his hair.
Everyone just shush! Please!
♪ God save the Queen
♪ The fascist regime... ♪
[Laughs]
You're gonna be strung up for treason.
Oh, so, it's not that "God Save The Queen".
It's your own version.
I wanted to call it "No Future".
No, "God Save The Queen".
It's more... noticeable.
♪ Don't be told about what you want
♪ And don't be told... ♪
Well, I'll put the kettle on.
- ♪ There's no future, no future. - Hmm? Hmm?
- Look, it's got my name on it. - ♪ No future for you ♪
Your mum and dad are nice.
Let's go round yours.
- Nah. - Are you ashamed of us?
No, they won't be home.
Then we'll just leave 'em a record.
I wanna go to the Jonesy gaff.
♪ Let's all go to Jonesy's!
Da-da-da-da ♪
Look, it's just a quick in and out.
Leave it for 'em. It's no big deal.
Are we going or what?
- Yeah, fuck it! - Fucking hurry up!
Hello?
- I'll leave it... - Might as well look around.
Hold on!
Let's have a butcher's.
- What's in here? - That's my bedroom.
Is this your bedroom?
Narnia... Double Narnia!
- Blimey! - You kept this quiet, Jonesy!
Look at all this treasure.
Your mum and dad must've really liked you.
Nah, he nicked it all.
- Our very own Artful Dodger! - We gotta go.
Let me have some of this, Jonesy.
No, no, we're just getting started.
- Steve, take something. - I'll nick it back from you.
What's going on?
Mr Jones, I presume?
We brought you a present.
Who do you think you are?
We brought you a present.
What's this, then?
Christmas Number One?
Well, shut the door on your way out.
Where...
Where'd you think you're going? Oi!
What are you doing?
What do you think you're doing in my house?
In answer to your question,
we are... taking the biscuit.
[Laughing]
Hmm!
Oh, crumbs!
Well, thank you for your hospitality.
We hope you enjoy our musical offering.
Whoo!
Cheerio!
I hope your dear old dad didn't find us too obnoxious.
- He's not my fucking dad! - That's the spirit!
Who needs a dad when you're a Sex Pistol?
♪ I tried, but I could not find me... ♪
Dom Perignon!
We need Dom Perignon over here!
Chrissie, have you ever had an orgasm?
Uh... yes, I have. Thanks for asking, Sid.
No, I mean, like, a real, like...
Like a gushing volcano type thing.
Again, yes. I think so.
To be honest, if you had, you'd remember.
Everything cool?
Well, anyway, Chrissie, if you want one of those things,
I can sort that out for you.
Nancy says she's happy to lend me out.
- Ah! Hi, Nick. - Bob, hi.
Great show last night.
Um, is that...
I'm here with the Sex Pistols. Single's doing very well.
Working on an article about the whole punk/new wave scene.
Ah! Very good. Good luck with that.
Uh...
Bob Harris, the most influential music presenter...
Yeah, I know who you are.
It's whispering Bob.
The Old Grey Sniffle Test.
- If you'll excuse me... - No, hang on.
Why won't you have us on, Bob?
Not good enough for the BBC, are we?
- Excuse me. - Don't ignore me.
It's merely a difference of taste.
"Taste"?
Taste this, you cunt!
[Indistinct shouting]
Sidney!
Sid! Sid! Sid!
Sidney, listen to me!
[Indistinct shouting]
Sid! Sidney!
- Shit! - You all right?
Yeah. It was Sid.
Surprise, surprise. Welcome to the Sex Pistols.
[Groans]
- You selfish piece of shit! - All right, stop!
Stop, stop!
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.
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.
Sidney! You are marvellous!
I feel great!
- Come on, then. - 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?
[Man] Get the fuck away from me!
- [Banging on door] - [Sid] Harder! Go on, harder!
[Laughs]
- Oi! Keep the noise down! - Shut the fuck up!
You're making more noise than me. Cunt!
- Fucking rude bastard! - I don't think she's home.
She' never home. It's all right.
My magic key.
[Chuckles]
What's that?
It's a pyjama case.
Mum gave it to me for my birthday.
Mm. It looks a bit young.
[♪ Gentle tune on acoustic guitar]
[Steve] Keep going.
It's beautiful.
I'm not sure what happens next.
Any lyrics?
Not really.
Not yet.
Seriously, I could listen to you all night.
I know it's gonna happen for you.
I would rather die
than crawl back to Ohio with my tail between my legs.
[Bosanquet] 'And finally,
'anti-monarchist punk rockers the Sex Pistols
'have been dropped by their record label
'after a member of the band is alleged to have assaulted
'one of the best-loved men in British Broadcasting.'
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.
[Door buzzer]
It'll be Malcolm.
Not Malcolm.
She said she had to see you.
I won't stay.
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?
I'm going to sleep.
Let yourselves out.
Don't steal anything.
[Nancy] 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.
[Chuckles]
It's OK, 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.
I gotta go.
- Sidney's special. - Shh!
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.
[Cookie] 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.
Piss off!
Hey, Sid, you'd better keep an eye on Nancy, ey?
Sexy young assassins!
What was that?
That was the sound of a door closing.
But hold on...
What's this?
That is the sound of another door opening.
What are you talking about?
One word...
Pickle!
[♪ TV ad theme]
♪ Bring out the Branston ♪
'Bring out the unique, tangy, fruity flavour
'of Branston Pickle much more often.'
♪ Bring out the Branston ♪
Branson. Richard.
Richard Branson.
- Like the pickle. - No. The pickle is "Branston".
A lot of people make that mistake.
Hang on, Malcolm said there'd be pickle.
- Huh! No, I don't make pickle. - Nice to meet you.
- How are you doing? - All right?
- Take a seat. - Cheese?
Uh, no.
- Tomato? - Uh, no.
- Gherkin? - No.
- Nuts? - No.
- Drink? - No.
Oi, what's this one for?
Uh, it's Mike Oldfield, "Tubular Bells".
Oh, dear.
[Branson] Virgin's very first release.
Top ten for almost the entirety of 1974.
I hate "Tubular Bells".
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...
[John] Let's have a nosey!
...Virgin's beginning to feel like the, uh...
- An old age pensioner? - [Malcolm] Sid!
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.
What timeline?
There's no point releasing "God Save the Queen"
if we miss... Thank you. ...the Jubilee.
- I need it by June. - No problem.
We can re-master the single by June.
- [Malcolm] Yes. - But I need an album.
"God Save the Queen" would be the single from the album.
- Is that... Is that doable? - Yeah, course it is.
'Let's go!'
[TV presenter] 'Over the last 12 months,
'punk rock has become almost a battle cry in British society.
'For many people, it's a bigger threat to our way of life
'than Russian communism or hyperinflation.'
[Woman] 'Never mind about Christianity,
'I think it's degrading and disgusting
'for our children to hear and see such things.'
'This idea that the punk rock scene is born of social protest
'may or may not be true.
'Until they actually learn
'how to speak and enunciate the Queen's English,
'I shall be quite unable to judge the validity
'of what they are alleged to think.'
'We have had punk rock in Birmingham, unfortunately,
'but I can assure you,
'and I speak as a licencing magistrate,
'that we're not gonna have this sort of punk rock again.'
'Fantastic! Let's move to vocal.'
Finally!
[Steve] Wait, I've got an idea for another overdub.
How about in the spaces between that off-beat
that Cookie's got going I do these...
[♪ Plays notes on guitar]
'Excellent, let's try it.'
If the mutual admiration society
get tired of kissing each other's arses,
I'll be down the pub.
- Hepatitis? - [Nancy] This is not my fault.
I'm not the one who brought heroin into his life.
- That was his mother. - Who's with him?
I told Sidney to clean the needle properly.
He's quite unhygienic.
Again, probably the fault of his mother.
Who's with him?
What do you mean?
Who at this moment is at the hospital bedside of Sid?
Who at this moment gives a shit about him?
Well, how would I know? I'm not his mother.
If you're so concerned, you should go.
[John] Come on!
I've not got all day. I've been waiting all day.
♪ God save the Queen
♪ We mean it, man
♪ They don't want you, and they don't want me
♪ You got a problem, the problem is you ♪
You stopped playing the music - that's not very helpful,
halfway through.
♪ Body
♪ I'm not an animal
♪ Anarchy for the UK
♪ It's coming sometime, maybe
♪ An imitation from New York
♪ You're made in Japan from cheese and chalk ♪
The music fucking stopped again. What are you playing at?
♪ Out to lunch
♪ We're out at lunch
♪ Goodbye... ♪
[Blows raspberry]
We did it!
We fucking did it!
What are you gonna call it?
"No Future".
Uh... great name for a first album.
No, it needs to be provocative.
Simply... "Destroy".
How about...
..."Never Mind The Bollocks"?
"Never Mind The Bollocks"?
It's just something
that hotdog seller down Piccadilly says.
- Right. - "Hotdog seller"?
- No, no, it can't... - Shut up, Malcolm!
It's perfect.
"Never Mind The Bollocks."
"Here's the Sex Pistols."
[♪ Humming] [Nurse] Here he is.
Hello, Chrissie.
Come about that orgasm?
Yeah.
That's exactly why I came here.
Well... [Chuckles]
I'm afraid...
I'm a bit tied up at the moment.
You know what she is, Sid?
She's... lovely.
She's a groupie.
She'll drop you the minute someone more famous comes along.
I'll just have to make sure I'm the most famous, then.
Cos Nancy is... sexy.
Um, she's got a beautiful figure.
Mm!
She's, um...
I wrote 'em all down somewhere.
Check the top d... Can you get the top drawer?
Yes.
[John] "What makes Nancy so great, by Sidney."
"One, 'beautiful'.
"Two, 'sexy'.
"Three, 'beautiful figure'."
"Four, 'great sense of humour'."
Would you give that to Nancy, please, Chrissie?
Heroin really does screw you up, doesn't it?
She's an insane junkie.
Sid's besotted with her.
[Malcolm] She's going to fuck up everything we've achieved.
[Cookie] We could send her back.
[John] To Richard Hell.
Or just plain hell, whichever is most immediate.
We'll chuck her on a plane
with a one-way ticket to New York.
How?
Pull a sack over her head and stick her in the boot of a car?
Yes.
You can't kidnap her.
Why? She kidnapped Sid.
It's illegal, Steve.
Illegal - remind me what that means?
Sid's not a fool.
If he finds out, he'll never trust any of us ever again.
Desperate times call for desperate measures.
This is not a spy movie.
I agree with John.
I'm out.
You're the one who wanted to do something.
You're the one who put him in the band.
It actually isn't my problem. I'm not risking jail time.
Yeah.
Very few have the bollocks...
...to be real outlaws.
It's time for you to step up, my sons.
The single's out next week.
We need her gone.
[Door buzzer]
- Hi. - Everyone hates me.
I'm all alone in a foreign land, and you all hate me.
- Can I come in? - Um...
- Is Sid OK? - I don't know.
He never calls. He hates me, too.
He's in the hospital.
On a drip.
Everyone's got an excuse.
Is Nick around?
I'm so hungry.
You know, you could go and see him.
Mm, I'll get around to it.
I will.
So, Nick's out?
He's always out. He reviews gigs.
Mm, we have a lot of people in common, like...
Lou, Andy, Iggy... you know?
Only he implied that he could sort me out.
- Nick said he could... - Get me some boy.
You know? Gear, H, horse, junk, skag, smack...
Shit, can I use your john?
That's the thing, I no sooner put something in,
and it just slides out again.
- So, do you think Nick...? - [Flatulating]
Only, he is my only hope, and he did say...
The only person who delivered so far is Sid's mum,
would you believe?
You know what, I'm gonna close...
- Fuck! - [Phone rings]
Shit!
What?
'Nick told her he'd fucking score for her.
'Now I'm stuck with a fucking junkie thesaurus.'
If you want to stick a bag over her head, come and do it now.
'Because if you don't kidnap her, '
I will murder her.
Ugh!
That's actually my bed.
How do you know?
That it's my bed?
You always know the right thing to do.
You go to the hospital.
You make the toast.
I always have to figure it out, and then I still get it wrong.
I just thought Sid would be fun.
Sid Vicious.
He's this sweet little kid, isn't he?
He can be sweet.
How old are you?
Nineteen.
I never expected to fall in love.
And he doesn't love me back.
Yes, he does.
How would you know?
If a person loved you,
how would anyone know?
The world is so full of bullshit.
Why is it so easy to tell when someone hates you
and so hard to know if they love you?
[Sniffs]
What's that?
It's something Sid wrote.
Read it to me.
I think it's private.
I can't face it. I'm going to sleep.
Can I crash?
- Mum? - No, it's...
It's me.
I'm cold.
"What makes Nancy so great, by Sidney."
- "One, 'beautiful'." - Hmm!
"Two, 'sexy'.
"Three, 'beautiful feet'.
"Figure", sorry.
"Four, 'great sense of humour'."
"Five, 'makes extremely interesting conversation'."
[Chuckles] That is true. People do say that.
Keep reading. Read the story.
Um...
"Six, 'witty'.
"Seven, 'has beautiful eyes'."
"Eight, 'has fab taste in clothes'."
"Nine, 'has the most beautiful...'"
Something quite personal.
The story.
"Ten, 'even has sexy feet'."
I knew feet were mentioned.
[♪ Humming]
That's nice.
Thank you.
[♪ Continues humming]
[Door buzzer]
I shouldn't have mentioned it.
She's fine. She's asleep.
Oh, she'll be pleased to see us.
Hello, Nancy.
Brought you a present.
Finally!
Are we going somewhere nice?
Mm-hmm.
We're going home, Nancy.
It's at 6am. She can check in in an hour.
I'm not hanging around with that for another hour.
Does it have to be New York?
I mean, it doesn't matter where she goes, as long as she goes.
We'll take the New York ticket. This is her passport.
She's just, uh... saying her goodbyes and stuff.
[Tannoy] 'Flight CU329 to JFK, New York,
'is now boarding at Gate 4.
'Please make your way to the departure gate,
'as boarding will close in 15 minutes.
'That's flight 329 to JFK New York,
'now boarding at Gate 4.'
Yes!
- Phew! - [Nancy] Wait!
Whoa, Nancy! Listen...
You are so kind.
So kind.
No one was ever kind to me before.
[♪ EAGLES: "Hotel California"] ♪ Mirrors on the ceiling
- ♪ The pink champagne on ice. - [Sid] Cheers, Doc.
- ♪ And she said - Thank you.
♪ We are all
- ♪ Just prisoners here. - Bye-bye.
- ♪ Of our own device... ♪ - Thank you.
Thank you.
♪ And in the master's chambers
♪ They gathered for the feast
♪ They stab it with their steely knives
♪ But they just can't kill the beast... ♪
No talent!
[Gasps] Look at this!
- Oh! - Yes, there he is!
Yes!
[John] Nice to have you back, Sidney.
I can't find Nancy.
I haven't seen her.
Steve.
Do you know where Nancy is?
Uh... Yeah, actually, I do.
Sorry, mate, she went back to the States.
What, without saying goodbye?
Birds, what can you do?
Mates are what count.
You've got us.
And we are the Sex Pistols
with a single rocketing up the charts
and an album out very soon.
[Cheering, whooping]
Oh, yeah, sorry about that.
Is it still too late to go into the studio?
Oh, yeah it is. Don't worry, I took care of that, too.
"Too"?
I mean...
I did the bass. It sounds great.
Done it!
Oh, yeah, yeah, it sounds really, really good.
Steve's got your back. Haven't you, Steve?
Yeah, we all do.
[Radio] 'The Eagles, no. 13 in the States this week,
'no. 12 over here with "Hotel California".
'At no. 11, Sex Pistols...'
- [All shouting excitedly] - That's us! That's us!
No. 11, they'll definitely play it.
[Radio] 'And a little ladies' rock group are up three places.'
- What happened? - [Radio] 'Number 10.'
[♪ Music starts playing]
- They fucking skipped it. - No!
[Steve] They skipped it!
This I expected.
They're too frightened to play "God Save The Queen",
lest Insurrection rise up and storm the palace!
That DJ cunt needs a bit of the old Bob Harris treatment.
I'll fucking glass him!
Oi, dickhead! Sit down!
- That's it, then. - You're looking well, Sid.
We're no. 11, they still didn't play us.
I have to take matters into my own hands.
Oh, no, stand down, Sidney.
"God Save The Queen", the new national anthem
for this blighted nation shall very soon be number one,
and when that happens...
...radio will have to play it.
How will we get to number one
if they won't even fucking play us?
Your manager... has a scheme.
Oh, no.
One that will make you unignorable.
[♪ Band strikes up]
♪ God save the Queen
♪ The fascist regime
♪ They made you a moron
♪ Potential H-bomb... ♪
Enemy ahoy!
♪ God save the Queen
♪ She ain't no human being
♪ There is no future
♪ In England's dreaming
♪ Don't be told about what you want
♪ And don't be told about what you need
♪ There's no future, there's no future
♪ No future for you
♪ God save the Queen
♪ We mean it, man
♪ We love our Queen
♪ God save... ♪
Nancy!
- Sidney! - [Sid] You're back!
- Sid, I'm back! - Nancy!
Sidney, I'm back!
- Sid! - Nancy!
Nancy!
It's Nancy! She's back.
She's fucking back!
She must've just decided to come back.
Nancy!
- She never decided to go. - What?
John, John, John...
Steve pumped her full of drugs,
kidnapped her,
- and stuck her on a plane. - [Steve] John!
Sid! We fucked up!
You little cunt!
[Man] Oi, oi, oi, oi!
Listen to me! Listen!
- Paul, help me! - You little cunt!
Sid! Listen! Listen!
It was all Malcolm's fault.
Steve's only sin was that instead of thinking for himself,
he followed Malcolm like a lost sheep.
Just like he always does.
Ain't that right, Steve?
- Fuck you, Johnny! - I just hope
that from now on we stick together
and don't trust Malcolm.
Sidney...
Yeah. Yeah, fuck Malcolm. Fuck him.
- Nancy! Nancy! - You're a cunt, John!
- No! I'm right. - [Sid] Nancy!
Now play!
Come on, play!
- Come on, boys! - Come on, come on.
[Woman] That's more like it!
[♪ Band strikes up]
♪ God save the Queen
♪ We mean it, man
♪ There is no future
♪ In England's dreaming... ♪
[Policeman] 'Disembark and leave the area quietly.
'Leave the area quietly.'
Nancy! Nancy!
Sidney!
Watch this.
Here we fucking go.
You're all a bunch of fascist bastards.
[Indistinct shouting]
[♪ Music over dialogue]
♪ God save the...
♪ God save the Queen
♪ There's no future
- ♪ No future... ♪ - I thought you'd gone.
Never leave me, Sid.
You're a bunch of the Queen's minions.
Now do you think we'll be number one?
Well, we'd fucking better be.
[TV] '...is gonna create a lot more trouble.'
There she is.
[Viv] 'My kids! I need to get home to my kids!'
What's on the other side?
Sorry for just turning up. I just...
...really needed...
I wanted... wanted to play music with you.
I mean music music.
You won't believe...
...what happened on the boat tonight.
Fuck me!
Nancy is back.
Viv and Malcolm got arrested.
Shit, I don't even know if we got to number one.
You did.
Really?
And they still didn't play you.
[Laughs]
Ha-ha-ha, those fuckers!
- Look, I... - Steve, I can't...
I can't keep pretending that there's...
someone or something standing in the way of what I need to do.
I can't find my own voice.
♪ Kid
♪ What changed your mood?
♪ You've gone all sad
♪ So I feel sad, too
♪ I think I know
- ♪ Some things... - I didn't like you much anyway.
- ♪ ...you never outgrow. - I didn't much like you either.
♪ You think it's wrong
♪ I can tell you do... ♪
See you on stage, Chrissie Hynde.
♪ How can I explain
♪ When you don't want me to
♪ Oh, kid
♪ My only kid
♪ You look so small
♪ You've gone so quiet
♪ I know you know
♪ What I'm about
♪ I won't deny it, oh
♪ But you forget
♪ You don't understand
♪ You turned your head
♪ You dropped my hand ♪