Sid and Nancy Page #4

till you finish...

at least one song.

Yes, I can.

No, I'm serious.

What?

What are you doing here?

You're in the studio.

These places cost, like, 50 grand a minute.

You could be

really shining out.

But what? You're

just "wonkin"' off.

Wankin'.

What happened toyou?

Did you try and kiss

your mother?

None of your business.

John got beaten up

by fascists.

Five minutes to last orders.

I'm gonna get pissed. F*** off.

[Nancy]

Want some pizza, Johnny ?

"Want some pizza, Johnny ?"

He doesn't like

to be called Johnny . He likes to be called john.

See ya, Johnny .

F***in' cabbies,

that's what we should be.

Make 200 quid a night

being a cabbie.

Why don't you f*** off

and be one then?

'Cause it would take

You need

a driving license too.

And a set of golf clubs.

See ya.

[Tape rewinding]

[Sighs]

I don't think

Johnny likes me.

He doesn't like anyone.

He's a fool.

You like me,

don't you?

Yeah?

Mm-hmm.

[Both chuckling]

Kiss my toes.

You want me to?

Yeah.

[Punk]

God save the queen

the fascist regime

they make you a moron

pizza time!

[Yelling]

[Burping] Hey, Johnny , I'm gonna

have a tattoo on my head...

"brain damage."

Sidney, get ahold of that.

[Laughing] [Laughing]

Funny sights, you f***in'...

why can't he puke

over the side?

That's why we have

photographers. We need an explosion.

Where are you going, Sidney?

Oh, Malcy Walcy.

Give me some money.

Sidney, as a Sex Pistol,

all your human needs are seen to...

food, beer,

designer wardrobe.

Why do you need money? Oh, I don't know.

Little things 'round the house.

What sort of little things?

What are those bruises on your arms?

I fell over.

Leave him alone.

Yes, leave me alone.

This man is violent!

That's my boy.

Talk to our camera there,

number two.

I give you complete

full, free reign.

You dirty f***ing bastard.

[Laughing]

You dirty f***er.

Good heavens!

What a f***ing rotter.

What a naughty,

naughty boy.

Is this your girlfriend, Sid?

We both are. You gonna

give us any money for this?

F***ing villain.

[Shouts]

Think of a name

for my baby. Bastard.

Good, huh?

[Chuckles]

Sid, look. Look!

Hey, that's really cool.

Hey, where's the key?

What key?

Your mum says you're a nice boy.

Any comment?

Nancy! Not my hair!

Bloody hell!

I am an antichrist

I am an anarchist

don't know what I want

but I know how to get it

I wanna destroy

passerby

'cause I

wanna be

anarchy

no dog's body

[siren wailing]

Anarchy for the uk

it's coming sometime, maybe?

I'll give the wrong time

stop a traffic line

your future dream

is a shopping

[music stops]

I didn't know pigs could swim.

[Spits]

[People clamoring]

[Indistinct]

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