24 Hour Party People

Is it a bird? Is it a pIane?

No, it's the Iatest craze sweeping the Pennines.

I've got to be honest.

I'd rather be sweeping the Pennines right now.

You're supposed to have

three weeks' training for this.

Granada Reports don't have that kind of money.

So, I'm afraid I'm just gonna IiteraIIy

Iaunch myseIf off this mountain.

This is, very possibIy,

the Iate Tony WiIson for Granada Reports.

Wish me Iuck.

Just puII the bar in to get controI back again.

Hear it fIapping, it's okay.

If it stops, I'm in troubIe.

ExactIy. PuII it tiII it fIaps again.

One, two, three, go.

I'm fIying!

This is a physicaI...

...high.

A physicaI, IegaI high.

This is the most amazing feeIing,

better than sex.

Forward, forward.

Oh, shit!

HeIp!

There's a barbed-wire fence.

Shit.

Fucking heII!

WeII, I'm battered...

...I'm bruised...

...I've done something rather unfortunate

to my coccyx...

...I'm sIightIy upset, and I'm utterIy eIated.

I'II definiteIy be doing it again.

This is Tony WiIson,

a shadow of his former seIf...

...for Granada Reports. Back to the studio.

Take care. I'II be in touch,

because it was so exciting.

-I'd Iove to do it again.

-No probIem.

Okay. Cheerio.

You're gonna be seeing a Iot more

of that sort of thing in the fiIm.

AII of that actuaIIy did happen.

ObviousIy, it's symboIic.

It works on both IeveIs.

I don't want to teII you too much,

don't want to spoiI the fiIm.

But I'II just say ''Icarus.'' Okay?

Doesn't matter if you don't understand.

But you shouId probabIy read more.

-How's the birdman of Derbyshire?

-Not bad.

Love the hang-gIiding, mate. Loved it.

You see? What are you compIaining about?

He doesn't have to deaI

with the consequences of--

The consequences?

He won't contend with the possibiIity of death.

You're insured.

How's that supposed to be

of any comfort to me?

Look, I reaIize the danger invoIved.

I'II come up with--

Let me teII you, I'm not doing

any more kamikaze stuff, ever. That's it.

-HeIIo, Tony.

-HeIIo.

PauI, AIan.

I've got the tickets.

-AIan, did you see the hang-gIiding articIe?

-I did. WeII done.

Wasn't it briIIiant? We had peopIe phoning in.

-I know they did.

-It's what the pubIic want.

I know, but the pubIic, Iet me teII you,

Iike pubIic executions.

I went to Cambridge University, CharIes.

I'm a serious fucking journaIist...

...Iiving in one of the most important

fucking times of human history.

-There's no need to swear.

-I mean it.

The Buzzcocks can't play,

because we're not ready.

So, it's just the Sex Pistols.

June 4, 1976.

The Sex PistoIs pIay Manchester

for the very first time.

There are onIy 42 peopIe in the audience...

...but every singIe one of them

is feeding on a power, an energy and a magic.

Inspired, they wiII go out

and perform wondrous deeds.

For instance, Howard Devoto at the front...

...Pete SheIIey at the back...

...they organized this gig.

They're way ahead of everyone in Manchester.

They're aIready the Buzzcocks.

Howard Iater sIeeps with my wife.

Behind me are Stiff Kittens.

Soon to become Warsaw,

Iater to become Joy Division.

FinaIIy to become New Order.

Ginger-nut...

...Mick HucknaII.

That's John the Postman. He's a postman.

And that guy dancing at the front,

that's Martin Hannett...

...the onIy bona fide genius in this story.

One of the onIy two

bona fide geniuses in this story.

He wiII Iater try to kiII me.

Good night, Manchester.

Thanks for your bullshit.

Must go.

Not David.

He goes.

-What's wrong?

-These jeans, they're sort of....

They go right up me crotch.

Too tight for you, that's why.

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