Sid and Nancy

[Man #1] We've got a domestic

violence report on 21st street,

between sixth and central

at the chelsea hotel.

Domestic violence

at Chelsea Hotel.

[Man #2]

We got a 911 report coming in.

Nearest unit,

please respond.

D.v. Report.

Domestic violence, Chelsea Hotel.

[Radio chatter, indistinct]

[Radio chatter continues]

[Man]

Who called 911?

Did you call 911?

Did you call 911?

[Sighs]

Get sal in here.

Keep the f*ckin' press back,

will you?

[Woman crying]

No! Let's go, kid.

Sid didn't do this.

He didn't do this.

She was nice. She was.

You know the type. She's a camp

follower. She was a camp follower.

She would go to bed with anyone,

as long as they were part of a group.

Now, officer, please,

we try to check everybody.

[Man]

Sid and Nancy, they were heroin addicts?

[Man #2]

No, man, they didn't do any drugs.

- [Man #3] we don't allow junkies in here,

ever. - Yeah, man. Listen, come here.

Listen, I'm on my way downtown.

You got a couple bucks?

I don't have any money,

all right? Come on, man.

I make it a policy.

I never... Hey, Sid.

There he is. That's sid.

Hey, that's Sid Vicious!

[All clamoring]

Hey, what happened, Sid?

[Clamoring continues]

Why don't you smile for us, Sid?

Send him away.

Yeah, smile.

Give us a big smile.

Why did you do it, kid? I thought the

register said you were married.

Who was the chick,

your groupie?

No!

Get out, Billy. Goddamn it!

He bit my hand!

That f*cker bit

my goddamn hand!

I said get out! What the hell you

people think this is, a f*ckin' mets game?

Get out!

Fine.

You made him mad, kid.

You're in big trouble.

I'll see you later,

punk. Big trouble.

[Coughing]

Why you so tense, kid?

Look, we just wanna know

who the girl was.

Where did you meet her?

Son?

Son.

[Sniffles]

I met her at Linda's.

Linda.

Who's Linda?

[Man shouting]

Linda! Lin! [Sid] Linda!

- Lindy!

[Dog barking]

[Continues barking]

Go on.

Go on, Sidney.

Spray the beast.

[Whining]

Come on.

That's a really good dog. Boring!

Linda!

Boring.

[Whistles]

Linda!

Linda!

Linda!

Piss off,

dog meat! Linda!

Linda! Lin! Linda!

- [Whistles] Oi, linda!

- Linda!

[Shouting continues]

It's a real waste

to smoke that shit.

Don't you

have any needles?

[Glass breaking]

Great.

I wonder who that is.

Hey.

Naughty boys.

[Together]

We're vacant we don't f*cking care

no. No "f*cking".

Not "we don't f*cking care."

How many times

do I have to tell you? I don't care.

[Laughing]

Hey, linda, guess what.

What?

You two got married?

No, I'm the bass player...

in the Osmonds!

- What happened to the other bloke?

- He washed his feet too much.

Sidney never

washes his feet.

What's for tea?

Baked beans or champagne.

Wonderful.

[Laughing]

[Linda]

You f*cker.

Nancy, this is Sid and John.

[Burps]

And they are... the Sex Pistols.

I love the Sex Pistols.

I have all your albums

back in New York.

Oh, yeah?

Well, where's that then?

[Record scratching]

Hi, Johnny .

I'm Sid.

He's Johnny .

So, playing

a gig tonight?

"Playing a gig tonight?" Yeah, we're

playing a gig tonight. So what?

So I can come and check you out

and see if you're as shit as people say.

[Sarcastic laughter]

F*ckin' great we are.

The sex pistols.

Do yourself a favor.

Boring, Sidney.

Boring, boring.

Boring, boring, boring.

Exterminate. Exterminate.

Boring, boring, boring. Exterminate.

Exterminate! Exterminate!

Exterminate!

Exterminate! Exterminate!

Exterminate!

[Man]

Lovely girls and different girls.

All nude all the time.

Step inside and have

the time of your life.

Come on, sir. Take your clothes

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