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The main thing to remember is that Malcolm is a dishonest bastard.

To be fair, he did put me in the band...

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 and it just flops down.

- He offered to give me lessons. - Who?

Glen, RIP.

I told him to fuck off.

You do realize, 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.

JOHNNY: What are you nervous about?

Well, I�m supposed to be a Sex Pistol, but I can�t play anything.

And now my fucking hair won�t even stand up.

- -

JAMIE: This is the most famous photograph of the Queen.

- JOSEPH: It�s on the stamps! - That�s right, darling.

You've put a safety pin in her nose!

- JOSEPH: Is it for a new stamp? - No stupid. We�re taking the piss.

Oh.

- Oh, pet. - It�s brilliant.

Happy Jubilee, your Maj!

SID: Pling, pling, pling pling.

Pling, pling, pling, pling, pling, pling, pling, pling.

Pling, pling, pling, pling.

- Like that? - Something reminds me of being ill.

JOHNNY: Concentrate on the lesson, Jonesy.

SID: Yes, Jonesy. Concentrate.

Vick�s Vapour Rub. You�re wearing Vick�s Vapour Rub.

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 any more. - SID: You should try it, Jonesy.

Your hair's shit.

Oh, joy! Now that Glen�s RIP, Steve can be butt of the hair jokes.

Fuck off!

- 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... No! There�s no plinky, plinky, plinky.

It�s bam, bam, bam, bam. Don�t tickle it. Punch it!

Oi! Shit! What the fuck? That's my guitar! Fuck!

It�s your skull you should be worried about, not your banjo!

Ladies, please!

STEVE: Shit!

That was great.

What's wrong with you?

I like it when people fight back instead of ignoring you.

- Is that right? - STEVE: Not really.

But it might actually be better.

Do it again.

Use that.

Keep playing.

- It's your fucking fault. - Will you lot stop it?

Fuck off.

Ladies and gentleman of the press. Let me introduce to you, the Sex Pistols!

MALE VOICE: Johnny!

Here, you can see them signing their new contract for A&M records.

- MALCOLM: And on the bass guitar... - Fuck the picture.

Their newest member, Mr. Sidney Vicious!

Hello, everybody.

MALCOLM: Just sign here, Mr. Cook.

STEVE: We love the Queen.

There you are, Mr. Vicious.

Security's coming. We must depart!

- - Goodbye, world!

Cheerio!

SID: What're you bein' sick for?

- -

- MALE VOICE: Sid! Sid! Over here! - FEMALE VOICE: Sid! Sidney!

We�ve made a terrible mistake.

What? No, look, they love him!

This isn�t love.

This is appetite. They�ll eat him.

JOHNNY: Our wonderful manager wanted us to write a song...

FEMALE VOICE: Sid!

...about bondage and discipline to publicize his funny little shop.

So, we wrote a song about sub-mission.

A submarine mission.

JOHNNY: He didn�t get the joke.

I did get the joke.

- Sorry. This is the boys� toilets. -

Nancy.

Really good to meet you.

Could you guys maybe give me a ride?

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.

No, Boogie, we�re going to Denmark Street.

Right. Well, we�re going here. You can go to Denmark Street.

Oh, is this us? I haven�t finished telling the guys about Richard.

No. I know. You can tell me later. You can tell me later.

Driver, could you just wait? I...

No. Boogie�s got to boogie, don't you, Boogie?

Yeah. I've gotta boogie.

- Hey, don't need to shout at me! -

- Thank you. Thank you for the ride. - STEVE: All right, mate.

- Take care. - NANCY: It was really nice to meet you.

So... ...what do we do now?

- Mm. What... -

- What do you wanna do now? -

Uh... Whatever you want.

Thanks for popping in, by the way.

Sorry it�s such a mess. Give me one minute.

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.

NANCY: Hey do you want to like shoot up before we...

I have done that before.

NANCY: Really?

I thought London was all like blow and speed.

SID: No, my Mum gave me a hit for my fourteenth birthday.

Okay. Whoa.

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.

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.

Well, to be fair, Glen RIP made it.

But I look loads better playing it.

No one can argue with that, Sid.

Before I was in this band, I never listened to the words of songs.

But you�ve made me listen.

John.

I really hate to say this but...

uh...

You are a fucking genius.

Would you like to meet my mum?

Do you have a cold, John? You smell of Vick�s.

- Oh, it�s... - It�s his hair.

Everyone just shush. Please.

You�re going to be strung up for treason.

Oh, it�s not that "God Save the Queen," it�s your own version.

I wanted to call it "No Future."

"God Save the Queen"...

it's more noticeable.

Will I put the kettle on?

Hmm? Hmm?

Look, its got my name on it.

- Your mum and dad are nice. - JOHNNY: 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! Let�s all go to Jonesy�s!

Just a quick in-out. Leave it for �em. No big deal.

SID: Are we going or what?

- Yeah, fuck it. - SID: Fuckin' hurry up.

- -

�Ello?

- Oh, leave it... - Might as well look round.

- Yes, please. - Hold on.

JOHNNY: Let's have a butcher's.

What's in here?

- STEVE: It's my bedroom. - Is this your bedroom?

Narnia? Double Narnia.

- Blimey. - SID: You kept this quiet, Jonesy.

JOHNNY: Look at all this treasure.

SID: Your mum and dad must�ve really liked you.

PAUL: Nah. He nicked it all.

JOHNNY: Our very own Artful Dodger.

- We gotta go. - JOHNNY: Let me have some of this, Jonesy.

We just getting started. See if you wanna take something.

Nickin's bad for 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.

Whe... Where do you think you're going?

Oi!

- Fucking... - RON: What are you doing?

What do you think you�re doing in my house?

In answer to your question, we are...

- taking the biscuit. -

Oh, crumbs!

Well, thank you for your hospitality.

We hope you enjoy our musical offering.

Whoo!

Cheerio!

JOHNNY: I hope your dear old dad didn�t find us too obnoxious.

He�s not my fuckin� dad.

That�s the spirit.

Who needs a dad when you�re a Sex Pistol.

-

Chrissie, have you ever had an orgasm?

Uh...

Yes, I have. Thanks for asking, Sid.

No. I mean, a real, like...

like a gushing volcano-type thing.

Again, yes. I think so.

- To be honest... - Hey.

...if you had, you�d remember.

Everything cool?

Well, anyway, Chrissie. If you want one of those things...

- Hmm? - I can sort that out for you.

Nancy says she's happy to lend me out.

- Oh! Hi. Nick. - Bob, hi.

Great show last night.

Is that...

I�m here with the, uh, Sex Pistols. Single�s doing very well.

Working on an article about punk and the new wave scene...

Oh, very good. Good luck with that.

Uh...

Bob Harris!

The most influential music presenter on radio...

Yeah, I know who you are. .

It's Whispering Bob.

The Old Grey Sniffle Test.

If you�ll excuse me.

Oh, 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! -

- - NANCY: Sid! Sidney!

MALE VOICE: Fuck you!

Get off him! Sid, Sid! Sid, listen to me!

Sid! Sidney!

- Shit! - You all right?

Yeah. It was Sid.

Surprise, surprise.

Welcome to the Sex Pistols.

- You selfish piece of shit! - Hey! 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�s 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 fuckin� play!

- - You�re better than that.

You are so much better than that.

Sidney, you were marvelous!

- SID: I feel great! -

Come with me.

JOHNNY: 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?

- MALE VOICE 1: Get the fuck away from me! - MALE VOICE 2: Have some of that!

- - SID: Harder. Go on, harder.

Oi! Keep the noise down!

Shut the fuck up. You're making more noise than me. Cunt.

- Fucking rude bastard! - NANCY: I don�t think she�s home.

She�s never home. It�s all right.

My magic key.

NANCY: What's that?

It's a pajama case.

Mum gave it to me for my birthday.

NANCY: Hmm. Looks a bit young.

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.

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.

HELEN: 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. -

This will be Malcolm.

Not Malcolm.

Said she had to see you.

NANCY: I won�t stay.

HELEN: Help yourself to a beer.

I have, thank you.

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 goin� up Sid�s arm?

It�s purely for personal use.

Why don�t you fuck off back to where ever you came from?

Because this is a free country and I�m very fond of Sid.

- You�re going to break up this band. - Why would I do that?

- You�re another Yoko Ono. -

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.

Why do you think Sid attacked beardy Bob last night?

Because his name�s "Vicious" and he thinks he has to live up to it.

No, silly.

He knew that 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.

And 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.

It's okay, baby.

I know you want to.

- You�re fucking disgusting. - Yeah.

That�s why you want to.

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... - Shh!

...a Sex Pistol would be paid more.

How about a few bucks?

SDI: I don�t think it�s fair that Nancy can�t come to the meetings.

She�s a part of me now, so technically she is part of the band.

Don�t be revolting, Sidney.

SID: You�re just jealous 'cause none of you have ever been in love.

- Jonesy, I bet you�ve never been in love? - PAUL: Of 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 better keep an eye on Nancy, eh?

My sexy young assassins!

What was that?

That was the sound of a door closing.

But hold on. What�s this?

The sound of another door opening.

What are you talking about?

One word.

Pickle.

Bring out the Branston!

MALE ANNOUNCER: Bring out the unique, tangy, fruity flavor

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.

Well, hang on. Malcolm said there'd be pickle.

No, I don�t make pickle.

- PAUL: Nice to meet you. - How you doing?

- You. all right? - Take a seat.

- SID: Cheese? - No.

- SID: Tomatoes? - No.

- SID: Gherkins? - No.

- SID: Nuts? - No.

- SID: Drink? - No.

STEVE: Oi, what�s this one for?

It's Mike Oldfield, "Tubular Bells."

Oh, dear.

RICHARD: Virgin�s very first release. Top ten for almost the entirety of 1974.

- I hate "Tubular Bells." -

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"...

JOHNNY: Let's have a nosey.

- Virgin�s beginning to feel like the... - 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 real issue is 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.

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.

BRIAN: 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.

FEMALE VOICE: Never mind about Christianity. I think it's dis...

Well, 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 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 licensing magistrate,

that we're not gonna have this sort of punk rock again.

- Fantastic! Let�s move to the vocal. - Finally!

Wait. I�ve got an idea for another overdub.

How about in the spaces between that... that off-beat

that Cookie�s got goin�, I do these...

Excellent, let's try it.

If the mutual admiration society get tired of kissing each others� 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.

Come on. I've not got all day. I've been waiting all day.

You stopped playing the music. That's not very helpful. Half-way through.

The music fucking stopped again. What are you playing at?

Did it.

- Yeah. - We fucking did it.

What you gonna call it?

"No Future."

Great name for the first album.

No. It needs to be provocative.

Simply "Destroy."

How about,

"Never Mind the Bollocks"?

"Never Mind the Bollocks?"

It�s just somethin' that �ot dog seller down Piccadilly says.

All right.

- Hotdog seller? No, no. It can't... - Shut up, Malcom!

It�s perfect.

Never Mind the Bollocks.

Here's the Sex Pistols.

NURSE: Here he is.

Hello Chrissie.

Come about that orgasm?

Yeah.

That�s exactly why I came here.

Well... I

I'm afraid...

- I�m a bit tied up at the moment. - Hmm.

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.

'Cause Nancy is...

sexy. She's got a beautiful figure.

- Hmm. - She�s...

I wrote 'em all down somewhere.

Check the top drawer. Can you get the top drawer?

Yeah, that's it.

JOHNNY: "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.

STEVE: We could send her back.

JOHNNY: 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.

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.

- Hi. - NANCY: Everyone hates me.

I�m all alone in a foreign land and you all hate me.

Can I come in?

Um...

Is Sid okay?

I don�t know. He never calls. He hates me too.

CHRISSIE: He�s in the hospital, on a drip.

Yeah, everyone�s got an excuse. Is Nick around? I�m so hungry.

CHRISSIE: You know you could go and see him.

I�ll get round to it. I will.

So, Nick�s out?

- He�s always out. He reviews gigs. - We have a lot of people in common.

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 than it just slides out again...

- So, do you think Nick... -

I mean, he is my only hope and he did say.

The only person who�s delivered so far is Sid�s mom, would you believe?

- - You know what? I'm gonna close this.

Fuck!

- - Shit.

What?

CHRISSIE: Nick told her he'd fucking score for her.

And 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.

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?

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?

Mom?

No. It�s...

it's me.

I�m cold.

"What makes Nancy so great" by Sidney.

"One, beautiful.

"Two, sexy.

"Three, beautiful feet...

Figure." Sorry.

"Four, great sense of humor.

Five, makes extremely interesting conversation."

That is true. People do say that. Keep reading.

Read the story.

"Six, witty.

"Seven, has beautiful eyes.

"Eight, has fab taste in clothes.

"Nine, has the most beautiful..."

something quite personal.

Story...

"Ten, even has sexy feet."

knew feet were mentioned.

That�s nice.

Thank you.

I shouldn�t have mentioned it. She�s fine. She�s asleep.

She�ll be pleased to see us.

Hello, Nancy.

Brought you a present.

Finally.

NANCY: Are we going somewhere nice?

STEVE: Mm-hmm.

We�re going home, Nancy.

HELEN: It's at 6 am. 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 saying her goodbyes and... and stuff.

FEMALE ANNOUNCER: B.U. 329 to JFK New York,

is now boarding at Gate Four.

Please make your way to the departure gate,

as boarding will close in fifteen minutes.

That's flight 329 to JFK New York now boarding at Gate Four.

Yes!

NANCY: Wait!

Whoa, Nancy...

You are so kind. So kind.

No one was ever kind to me before.

SID: Cheers, doc. Thank you.

Bye-bye.

Thank you.

Cheers, mate. Thank you very much.

Hey, come here. Thank you, man. See you soon!

Raw talent.

JORDAN: Look who it is!

STEVE: Yes, there he is! Yes!

JOHNNY: Nice to have you back, Sidney.

I can�t find Nancy.

I haven�t seen her.

Steve,

do you know where Nancy is?

Hey. Yeah, actually I do.

Sorry, mate, she went back to the States.

What, without saying goodbye?

- Birds. What can ya 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.

- - HELEN: Yeah!

Oh, yeah. Sorry about that.

Is it too late to go into the studio?

Oh, yeah it is. Don�t... Don't worry, I took care of that too.

Too...

Well, I mean,

I did the bass. Sounds great.

Don't it?

Oh, yeah, yeah. It sounds... sounds really good.

Steve�s got your back. Haven�t you, Steve?

Yeah, we all do.

RADIO HOST: The Eagles, number 13 in the States this week,

number 12 over here with "Hotel California".

At number 11 the Sex Pistols

Yes! That's us!

- Number 11? They�ll definitely play it! - Shh! Shh!

RADIO HOST: And the Little Ladies rock group are up three places to...

What... What happened?

- They fucking skipped it. - No!

STEVE: 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.

Fucking glass him...

BARTENDER: Oi! Dickhead, sit down.

You're looking well, Sid.

We were number 11 and they still didn�t play us!

Do I have to take matters into my own hands?

Oh, no, no. Stand down, Sidney.

"God Save the Queen,"

the new national anthem for this blighted nation,

shall very soon be number one.

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.

The enemy ahoy!

Cheers, pet.

NANCY: Sid!

Sid!

Sidney!

Nancy! Nancy!

Sidney!

- You're back! - Nancy's back!

- Nancy! - Sidney, I'm here, Hey!

Nancy!

Nancy! It's Nancy. She�s back! She's fucking back!

She must have just decided to come back! Nancy!

- She never decided to go. - What?

John, John, John... John!

Steve pumped her full of drugs, kidnapped her, and stuck her on a plane.

STEVE: John!

Sid...

- You fucker... - Hey, hey, hey, hey.

- Hey, hey, hey. Hey! Hey! - Listen! 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, come on.

That's more like it.

Disembark and leave the area quietly. Leave the area quietly.

- Nancy! Nancy! - Sidney!

Watch this.

Here we fuckin' go.

You're all a bunch of fascist bastards!

- You're under arrest. - MALCOLM: What?

- Thought you'd gone. - Never leave me, Sid.

Bunch of Queen's minions.

Now do you think we'll be number one?

Mate, we fucking better be!

This is gonna create a lot more trouble.

There she is.

VIVIENNE: Stop! Stop! My kids! I need to get home to my kids!

- What's on the other side? - VIVIENNE: Fuck!

STEVE: 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.

- STEVE: Really? - And they still didn�t play you.

These 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 gotta find my own voice.

I didn�t like you much anyway.

I didn�t much like you either.

See you on stage, Chrissie Hynde.