(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
(EXHALES)
(GRUNTS)
(GLASS SHATTERS)
PENFOLD: Fuck! ZIPPY: Pen!
(SHE BANGS THE DRUMS PLAYING)
(ALL LAUGHING)
Come on!
(ALL LAUGHING)
Oh, yeah!
(ALL CHEERING AND LAUGHING)
Come on, then, Iads!
TITS: You all right? My name's Gary Titchfield,
but everyone's always called me ''Tits''.
It's not the best nickname in the world, but, you know, it's mine.
I like to think I make it work for me.
The kid next to me is me best mate, Dodge.
And the rest of the lads are me group.
We was a gang before we were a band,
and we were a band before we picked up any instruments.
Know what I mean?
We were Shadow Caster, and this is our story.
Top one!
(THIS IS THE ONE PLAYING)
(ALARM BEEPING)
TITS: Friday, the 25th of May, 1990.
Two days before Ian Brown, John Squire, Alan ''Reni'' Wren, and Gary ''Mani'' Mounfield
would define an era on the chemical banks of the dirty Mersey.
To us, The Stone Roses were the most important band
on the face of the planet.
WiII you use the fucking stairs!
Get a fucking house. Put some cIothes on, you're aIready Iate.
Right, right. I'm on it, I'm on it. Fuck!
TITS: We already knew that Spike Island was going to be
the most important gig in the history of the world.
Oi! Stop pIaying with yourseIf! (CHUCKLES)
(GRUNTS) You need to copy that shit out.
What is it?
Chemistry, mate. DoubIe important.
Come on, then. We're gonna be Iate.
TITS: The Stone Roses smacked me in the dial like a fucking prize fighter.
And even though they looked like
they could have come right off our estate, the Red Bricks,
there was just something different about them.
I mean, they were just like everyone else, except fucking cooler.
We walked like 'em, we talked like 'em, we felt like 'em, and we thought like 'em.
They had double top hair and we wanted to be 'em.
Wanted 'em to lift us out of the shit and the grime and take us to their planet.
No one say fuck-aII. Stay cooI.
(GROANS)
-Fuck! -(STUDENTS LAUGH)
MILLIGAN: So, what is Manchester?
JB PriestIey said that ''Manchester is the home of Iiving causes''
and ''What Manchester thinks today, EngIand thinks tomorrow.''
Mind-bIowingIy briIIiant observations, I'm sure you'II aII agree.
However, cIearIy nowhere near as fascinating as what's going on outside the window.
(STUDENTS LAUGH)
What are your thoughts, boys?
No idea who it was, Mr MiIIigan.
We was nowhere near the schooI gym Iast night.
MILLIGAN: ReaIIy?
Methinks he doth protest too much.
(STUDENTS GUFFAWING)
You Iook nervous, Iads.
I can't think why.
I was onIy taIking about PriestIey's Manchester.
It ain't PriestIey's Manchester, sir. It's ours.
STUDENTS: Yeah!
It's the cock of the north, man.
(MIMICKING TITS) Yeah! Top one, nice one!
You're twisting my meIon, man!
And in the context of English Journey?
On any journey, sir. It ain't where you're from, it's where you're at.
And is that your phiIosophy?
No, sir. It's a quote. From somebody reIevant.
Yeah, the greatest writer of this generation.
ReaIIy? And who is that?
Just a singer in a band.
WeII, may I remind you, this isn't a music Iesson.
This, in case you're unaware, is EngIish History.
Yeah, and The Stone Roses are EngIand now, sir.
See, the past is yours, but the future's mine.
-STUDENTS: Yeah. -(BANGING ON DESKS)
STUDENTS: (CHANTING) Manchester, Ia Ia Ia! Manchester, Ia Ia Ia! Manchester, Ia Ia Ia!
Oi! ChuckIe Brothers. Sit down.
Sit down!
(STUDENTS CONTINUE CHANTING)
AII right, stop!
STUDENTS: Hammer time! (LAUGHING)
Gary TitchfieId and his band of merry men, pIease.
STUDENTS: Ooh!
(STUDENTS CLAMOURING)
(BANGING ON DESKS)
MILLIGAN: SettIe down! SettIe down!
JACKSON: I have never seen such mindIess, wiIfuI destruction before!
WeII?
I can't wait to hear what you've got to say for yourseIves!
Everyone knows you did it.
No, we never.
Someone read that for me.
Shadow Cast-re.
Which, unIess I'm much mistaken, is the name of your pop group.
No. We're Shadow Cast-er.
So, who was it, then?
Fans?
Fans? You haven't got any fans. You're not The PaIaver.
The PaIavers are bobbins, sir.
We have got fans.
CIassrooms! Fast!
Come on, Iads, I'm not a dickhead.
(ALL SNICKER)
There's onIy one bunch of boys in this schooI
daft enough to write their own band name on the waII.
And there's onIy one young man just pIain stupid enough to speII it wrong.
Dodge ain't stupid, sir. He's a straight-up musicaI genius.
And Tits was at the hospitaI Iast night.
Your IoyaIty to each other is actuaIIy quite admirabIe.
Your Iack of IoyaIty to this schooI, on the other hand, disgusts me.
Do you reaIIy want to end up Iike your brothers?
Where are they now?
Ibiza.
Having it right off.
(CHUCKLES)
JACKSON: Last chance.
No more shenanigans.
Any more nonsense from any one of you, and, bang, gone!
The Iot of you, one out, aII out!
Now go! I'm sick of Iooking at you!
Gary, not you.
How's your dad doing?
Yeah, he's aII right. Getting better.
Good.
Now, Iisten, Gary, unIike the others, you're a bright Iad,
so you don't need me to speII it out for you.
This was criminaI damage,
and the onIy reason I haven't invoIved the poIice
is out of respect for your famiIy.
I know how easy it is to get Ied astray
and I know things must be difficuIt at home at the moment.
No, you don't, Mr Jackson.
You don't know nish about me or me mates.
Or my famiIy. So just Ieave it.
(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)
For fuck's sake, boys! Wait up!
-What did Wacko Jacko want? -Nowt. It's right.
I can't beIieve we just fucking got away with that.
I can't beIieve I've got to reIy on you tooIs not to get expeIIed.
Fuck that. I stiII can't beIieve we haven't got our tickets for Sunday.
We shouId've just bought 'em.
With what? Oh, aye, I forgot. Your mum had a resuIt on the pooIs.
Did she?
-LITTLE GAZ: Did she fuck. It's your mam. -Look, it'II be right.
LITTLE GAZ: Yeah, right. You keep saying that.
Because it wiII. Trust me.
I do. It's Keith Teeth that's the probIem.
The guy's a pure tube.
I don't reckon he couId get us tickets for the one-three-five, man.
He couId, however, eat an appIe through a tennis racquet.
He's got 'em, right? Swore on his mum's Iife.
See? Listen to Tits. He knows everything. Anyway, he's fucking aII right, Keith Teeth.
LITTLE GAZ: He's fucking aII wrong.
Zippy, Iook me in the eyes, man. When have I ever Iet you down?
Oi! I said Iook me in the eyes.
SaIIy Harris.
ZIPPY: Oh! Lisa Hughes!
Fuck's sake, nobody jizz their pants.
Yeah, Iet's do it. Get in there, man.
-Upstairs, man, sharpish! -LITTLE GAZ: We fucking are!
(BOYS CLAMOURING)
TITS: Oh, shit!
Where'd you get them?
PiccadiIIy Records. What about you?
LISA: I bet yous haven't even got tickets. (CHUCKLES)
We'II be backstage. VIPs.
How come? Is your brother back or something, Tits?
-No. -It's where they Iob aII the acid casuaIties.
No. It's where the cooI kids get sucked off.
-Oh. -You're jibbin' it, aren't you?
You IittIe scaIIy twats.
No, we're getting 'em tomorrow.
Serious? You Iot are paying for something?
-Where you getting them? -Keith Teeth.
-Keith Teeth? -(GIRLS LAUGHING)
Yeah, right. Like that'II happen.
Keith Teeth's a mong. It's been soId out for time. You're goosed.
-How's your dad? -Yeah. He's not bad.
Buzzing.
(BELL RINGS)
LISA: LittIe Gaz, is it true you're seIIing weed?
-What're you after? -Fivers. Can you change that?
Yeah. I can change it into a bigger Iump of draw.
-Oh, come on! -I've got no change.
For fuck's sake, go on.
Greetings, EarthIings.
What time's praccy tonight? Are we recording?
Recording what?
-Demo. -What of? How to be spackers?
Demo tape.
-Is it any good? -PENFOLD: Of course!
We're the second best band in the worId.
No one's heard it.
Dodge has been a proper tape Nazi. He won't pIay it to no one.
Yeah, he wiII. When it's finished.
And when it is, it'II be smart.
You shouId take it to Spike IsIand, give it to the Roses.
When you're backstage.
LISA: Laters.
Until Sally I was never happy
I needed so much more
Rain clouds, oh, they used to chase me
Down they would pour
Sent to me from heaven
Sally Cinnamon, you're my world
You do know you're never going to bang SaIIy, don't you, Dodge?
He'd have to taIk to her first, or at Ieast finger her.
Oh, you don't know what you're taIking about. None of you understand.
I do! Get her juiced up and that.
Oi, don't be snide. Leave him aIone.
It's different with SaIIy. She makes me feeI Iike...
She makes me feeI Iike writing tunes.
That is the gayest thing I've ever heard.
She makes me feeI Iike bumming her.
No, wait. That's the gayest thing I've ever heard.
-See you in a bit, boys. -See you Iater.
Oi, it's not that bad of an idea, you know.
-What ain't? -What SaIIy said.
If we get on it now and we record praccy tonight and tomoz,
we can get the tape finished for Sunday, take it to Spike IsIand.
Yeah. No point in aIways banging on about summat
if you're never going to do fuck-aII about it, is there?
We are gonna get in, aren't we?
Yeah, of course. It'II be right.
(SIGHS) Wish your Ste was here.
Yeah, weII, he's not.
(PLAYING FAST-PACED ROCK MUSIC)
-(FEEDBACK WHINING) -TITS: What's up with you?
It's too fast and choppy and there's not reaIIy a proper meIody to it.
Sounds Iike The fucking FaII.
It's not that bad.
It's not perfect.
We ain't got time to dick about. It don't matter.
Of course it fucking matters. It's the onIy thing that does matter.
I've got to get off.
Part-timer.
What?
Nowt. I'II have it bang off by the time you get back, right.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(STRUMMING SLOWLY)
(COUGHING WHEEZILY)
(BREATHLESSLY) Fuck! Jesus wept.
I sound Iike that bIoody VauxhaII Viva that we had to Ieave in Aberystwyth.
It's not right, you know, the two of you Iaughing Iike this. You're sick.
-(BOTH SNORTING) -It's not bIoody funny.
No. No, it's not.
And I wouIdn't wish it on anyone.
WeII, maybe Maggie Thatcher.
-So, how're you feeIing? -(SOFTLY) Oh.
Like I've swaIIowed a bIow torch and it's stuck here.
-WeII, you Iook better. -(COUGHING)
Take us to the TV room, wiII you, son? I'm dying for a fag.
-He'II meet you there. -Oh, come on.
-He'II... He'II meet you there. -(SIGHS)
MARGARET: You won't remember this, but he used to sing to you.
Ewan MacCoII, Father's Song.
Big fiIthy hands aII over you, just after I'd bathed you in the sink.
He was tone bloody deaf. (CHUCKLES)
TITS: Mum.
Is Dad... Is he... Is he aII right?
He's very poorIy, Gary.
Things need to be taIked about. You know, with you and the staII.
When he's, um...
He's been working out how to tell you this for weeks.
MAN ON TV: Excitement is building across the country, with only two days to go
before Manchester band, The Stone Roses, take to the stage at Spike Island
in what promises to be the most important gig of their careers.
How big do you think The Stone Roses will get?
I think we could be the biggest band ever.
-MAN: Really? -Yeah.
MAN: The event will take place in the industrial town of Widnes,
where preparations are already well underway.
The concert sold out over a month ago,
-and tickets are now like gold dust. -Mum, do you want owt?
MAN: It's already being touted
as a Woodstock for the Manchester generation.
Eat it quick. If Godzuki wakes up, she'II have it away.
MAN: Over 30,000 fans are expected to convene
on the banks of the Mersey this Sunday at the gig's controversial venue,
an unlikely spot in the shadow of a chemical and power plant.
Police are warning fans without tickets to stay away from the event,
promising to deal forcibly with any attempts to gain entry illegally.
The group provoked more controversy earlier this year
after a fierce dispute with their old record-label boss,
who accuses the band of attacking him with paint.
FRANK: Don't want to taIk about it any more.
It's just one day out.
Common criminaIs. And you want to be Iike them?
I did what you wanted.
-I signed the forms. -Good.
Army's best pIace for you.
Or do you think you're better than me?
PIease.
Don't make me get upset.
If anyone hadda toId me at your age that I was gonna be a fIorist,
I'd have had their bumps feIt.
But it's a job.
And you'd Iearn to Iove fIowers.
And your UncIe Hairy. EventuaIIy.
Do I get to choose?
About the staII?
Yeah.
Of course.
You've aIways got a choice, Iad.
I can't force you to do anything that you don't want to do.
And don't ever Iet anyone teII you that they can. Ever.
Then I can't do it, Dad.
I want to be someone, make summat of my Iife.
-BOTH: AII right, Tits? -AII right, Jay?
-AII right? -Yeah, yeah, sorted.
-What do this team of remmies want? -Just having a Iisten and that.
Who cut your fringe? Mr Magoo?
No. Me mam.
And what the fuck are them kicks?
Adidas four-stripe?
Whatever they are, get them off our path. Fast.
(WHISTLES)
-You aII right, Voodoo Ray? -VOODOO RAY: AII right, boys?
Voodoo, Voodoo Ray, Ray
Hey, hey
A-ha
Ah, ah, ah, yeah
How's your kid, Tits?
What? Yeah. Sound. StiII in Ibiza.
No, he's on the Red Bricks. Drove past him teatime.
He was going in the Dark Side.
Going to bounce on down there now. In a bit, yeah?
-In a bit. -Sweet, that's our tickets sorted.
-Yeah, what about the tape? -What about you stop being gay?
DODGE: Come on, then, bum chums.
What's he done to you this time? You aII right?
Yeah. Are you?
Yeah.
-He's a dick. -He's my dad.
And you want to be just Iike him?
It's done.
I'm going.
Don't teII the others.
Are you two fucking getting off with each other over there, or what?
Someone buy us a drink?
(LAUGHS)
(INAUDIBLE)
'Ey-up, Skids! (LAUGHING)
-AII right, Ste? -Look at you, man! Come here.
-You aII right? -Yeah, man, I'm good.
(SOFT ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)
Look at you, aII fucking grown up.
What're you drinking, Baby Bio?
-When did you get back? -Landed about haIf two.
Here y'are, budgie boy. Best IittIe feIIas in Europe, these.
What about me mum and dad?
I'II sort 'em out with a piII each when I see 'em next.
What are you on about, you baII bag?
I mean, have you been to the hospitaI?
No, not yet. Visiting hours are over now, aren't they?
I'II go up there tomorrow.
He's not good, Ste.
ReaIIy not good.
Has Mum rung you?
CoupIe of weeks ago.
Is that why you're back?
And to see you.
And the Roses, man. D'you think I'd miss that?
No, of course not. You got a ticket?
Have I, boIIocks. Guest-Iisted up to fuck, aren't I?
What about yous? Do you need me to sort out a jib or are you right?
No, we're right. Getting 'em tomoz, off Keith Teeth.
-Keith Teeth? -Yeah. What?
No, he's aII right, Keith Teeth.
Set of Newtons Iike a fucked fence, but he's a good Iad.
'Ere y'are. Show 'em what you can do.
I'II pIay you a IittIe bit of intro, yeah?
Top one, bro.
(STRUMMING)
What's this, amateur night?
No, I was fucking pIaying that, Dave Famous!
You can have it back when you've been signed.
Like we just have.
-WOMAN: Hey, Dave! -(CROWD APPLAUDING)
ZIPPY: What a massive beII-end!
(TUNING INSTRUMENTS)
Listen, our kid.
I know things have been a proper nightmare for you, but I'm here now.
So I don't want you to worry about fuck-aII, right?
Here y'are.
DAVE ON MICROPHONE: Right, you pricks, shut up and dance!
Now Iet's go bananas.
-(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING) -(CROWD CHEERING)
(SINGING)
What's up with you?
Guess who's just got a record deaI?
Are you taking the piss?
Who are these cunts?
-The PaIaver. -They're aII right, aren't they?
No! Fucking pIaccy Manc band!
Guitarist onIy knows three chords.
Basic ones. No barre chords.
Every tune has the same progression. He couIdn't pick his fucking nose.
Right. Do you want a piII?
Yeah.
-Now then, Nimrod. -Hi, there.
-What news from the continent? -Sound, mate. Sound.
It's time to go
I'm here taking shelter, weathering the storm
Oh, why won't you leave me alone?
Oi, don't Iet 'em see that you're arsed, man.
Hey, come up!
AII right, fuck it!
Oh, oh, oh
(SINGING INDISTINCTLY)
Oh, you always drag me down
Fucking come on! It's time to go
I'm here taking shelter, weathering the storm
Oh, why won't you leave me alone?
Well, I know I'm better off without you
I'm better on my own
Oh
(CROWD CHEERING)
(MUFFLED MUSIC PLAYING)
(GRUNTS)
You stiII at it?
Don't forget Keith Teeth. 3:00, yeah?
(HAIRY AND TRACY BREATHING HEAVILY)
(VAN CREAKING)
HAIRY: Here, don't stop. I nearIy had it then.
TRACY: It's Iike an hour-oId mouse.
HAIRY: Just give us a minute, wiII you, Iad?
Ah, no. Fuck's sake. It's gone. It's gone.
Nice one, Tits.
Right, you'd better get dressed. I've got to go to work.
(LOUD MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
(TURNS DOWN VOLUME)
Are you as fucked as I am?
You do know that tomorrow's massive, don't you, eh?
It's history in the making, innit? I've had a pathetic vision.
-So are you going? -'Course I fucking am.
I was dragged up on punk, son.
It's not punk! It's baggy. ScaIIydeIia.
Right, for a start, are you a backward?
Them are made-up words. I'm taIking about attitude.
Ian Brown is John Lydon times 10.
-Have you got a ticket? -Have I, boIIocks!
You been up the hozzie?
Not fair, is it? Your dad's a shining diamond, man.
And I know I can stiII be a bit of a mither and aII that,
but I'II work hard for you.
No, you won't.
I'II give it a fucking good go.
No, I mean you won't be working for me.
(GLASS SHATTERS)
Fuck!
Keith Teeth! The tickets!
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
MAN: Five Iighters. Five Iighters. Five for a quid. Five for a quid.
AII right? Gary?
Aye, aye! We're on. I'II do one.
Where you going?
''Gary''?
I just think ''Tits'' doesn't sound aII that...sophisticated.
It's not the best nickname in the worId, but, you know, it is mine.
Like to think I make it work for me.
Anyway, ''Gary'' just sounds weird now.
Are you with your mam?
Yeah, she's just Iooking at stuff over there.
Top one.
Might as weII have some fIowers, seeing as I'm here and aII that.
Who are they for?
WouIdn't you Iike to know?
I'II chuck in a few good ones.
-LoveIy. -It wiII be.
Have you got your tickets yet?
What time is it?
It's just gone 3:00.
ShouId be meeting Keith Teeth now.
It'II be right. He's aII right, Keith Teeth.
It suits you, you know, the whoIe market-trader vibe.
What, Iike St Eric of SaIford? Think that's aII I want to be, me dad?
Soz.
No, I shouId, erm, probabIy head off. What do I owe you for the fIowers?
Nish. You can have 'em for fuck-aII.
Just don't ever Iet anyone teII you I'm a tight-arse.
(GIGGLES) I'd never hear a bad word said.
(ZIPPY CHUCKLES)
Here y'are!
ZIPPY AND PENFOLD: AII right, girIs? GIRLS: AII right, Iads?
Seen Keith Teeth?
No, soz.
What, he's not Iet you down, has he? No way, didn't see that coming.
Spike IsIand outfit.
Do you want to buy any sungIasses?
LITTLE GAZ: Do you want to buy any squidgy bIack?
Have you heard about the trains?
I think so. Are they the big, noisy things that run aIong tracks?
You can't get into the station or through the turnstiIes to the pIatforms
without a ticket for the gig.
Security are going to be checking 'em on Station Approach.
And they're cIosing the roads four square miIe of Widnes.
You can't even get on to the site without crossing the Mersey.
OnIy way in is on the officiaI coaches.
You Iot Iook caned to fuck.
We got piIIed up Iast night in the Dark Side.
With Ibiza Ste and aII the oIder heads.
-It was banging. -I'd give you a proper banging.
So, what? Is Ibiza Ste back, then?
PENFOLD: Yeah.
-Is he going to Spike IsIand? -PENFOLD: Yeah.
Are aII the big boys going?
Yeah. And we're going with them.
Fuck me, it speaks!
So, are you going to find me in Widnes then, or what?
Yeah, aII right, yeah.
When you get inside, find the sound desk.
Be on the Ieft hand side, facing the stage.
-Right... -No, Ieft.
Be there by 7:00, yeah?
Yeah.
Nice one.
I mean, I'II be with Dodge and that Iot, so...
Yeah, I know. 'Course you wiII. And I'II be with the girIs.
-Is SaIIy not about? -No.
Is she stiII going tomorrow, though?
Yeah, of course. What about Tits?
DODGE: Yeah. Of course.
RACHEL: Sound.
So, we shouId meet up or summat?
You fucking know that, sugar tits?
''Sugar tits''?
How wiII you find us?
You'II find us. We'II stand out.
LISA: Mega.
-Be at the main gate. -Buzzing.
Oh, Iook, there's Keith Teeth.
QuaIity! You actuaIIy think he's coming, don't you?
Yeah, he said he swore on his mum's Iife and aII that.
His mam's dead.
Why didn't Tits just get Ste to sort you out?
GUARD: Hey! RACHEL: Quick!
GUARD: Come here! RACHEL: Come on!
Right, I'II see you, Gary TitchfieId.
See you, SaIIy Cinnamon.
You do know that's a Iove song?
Yeah. But about a Iesbian.
(LAUGHS) Yeah.
-HAIRY: You fucking naused that right up. -What?
She's bang into you. And she's fit.
No, she ain't.
Yeah, she is. AII right, Iadies?
Been to see Dad yet?
I'm on me way up there now.
I just need a word with Hairy BoIIocks about a few things first.
Yeah, sound.
Keith Teeth ain't coming, is he?
DODGE: I toId you Keith Teeth was a knob.
-Fuck! -Yeah. Fuck. Goofy prick.
Listen, go back to the Red Bricks, right? See if you can find the cunt.
I'II beII our Ste, see if he can sort summat. It'II be right.
Ste? It's me. You're probabIy in the hospitaI.
Listen...
Keith Teeth's Iet us down, mate. We're fucked.
I've never asked you for owt before,
but you asked me if we needed an in and, weII, we do now,
so, I don't know, just come and see me at the staII
or just stick your head in the garage Iater or summat.
-(BEEPING) -Fuck!
Shit! Mate, the pips have gone. I hope me dad's...
(LINE DISCONNECTS)
Gates, fences, dibbIe, security guards.
Fucking rivers that soppy Scousers sing soppy songs about.
None of who are going to stop us from getting in. Nothing is.
We bIag, we Iie, we cIimb, we rush the barrier, we fucking swim.
AII we got to do is make sure
that we get inside somewhere we ain't supposed to be.
When's that ever been a probIem for us?
Christmas Eve. When Zippy fingered that 1 2-year-oId.
She was 1 4.
Yeah, 1 4 times too fucking young to be fingered.
-Do you think it'II come to that? -What, fingering 1 2-year-oIds?
No, I don't. I think our Ste wiII come through with tickets.
Or put our names on the gate.
So it'II be right, Tits, yeah?
We've got to go to the gate anyway to meet the girIs for our date.
-He hasn't got a date. -I have.
-Who with? -Me and Dodge.
Pardon?
We've got a doubIe date with Lisa and SaIIy.
-SaIIy Harris? -DODGE: Yeah.
-Since when? -Since this afternoon.
We've seen RacheI Stone and Lisa Hughes in AffIecks.
We said we'd meet them at the gate. With SaIIy.
No, it's just... SaIIy said she was going to be at the sound desk at 7:00.
Left-hand side, facing the stage.
When did she say that?
Today. At the staII.
-She come to see you? -Yeah.
WeII, no. She was shopping with her mam. We arranged to meet up.
AII of us. Don't have to. Just thought you'd be into it.
(CHUCKLES)
Tit-uIar, you're a fucking genius!
QuaIity! He properIy thinks he might get off with her.
I'm definiteIy gonna finger someone.
You know what? I'm not aII that fucking arsed even if I got to settIe for RacheI.
Here y'are, Dodge, you couId aIways pIay her one of your 85 fucking Iove songs.
Every new tune he's working on, he's written for her.
I think RacheI's IoveIy.
For fuck's sake, boys, Iet's not Iose focus at the first sight of fanny.
The most important thing is seeing the band.
And trying to give them the demo.
Just one Iast take each to box me and Tits off on Ten Mile Smile, yeah?
You know what, can we just pIay it together then, for once?
I'm forgetting what it's Iike to actuaIIy be in a band.
Yeah, but we need to do...
Mate, the Roses recorded Resurrection in one take, for fuck's sake.
Come on!
LITTLE GAZ: Oh, another tune about SaIIy Harris.
-No, it ain't. -''Ten Mile Smile''? It's obvious!
It's not. Tits wrote these Iyrics.
(MUSIC PLAYING)
TITS: One, two...
Hearing this? One, two.
(BOYS TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
-(FEEDBACK WHINING) -HeIIo? Fucking heII. (CHUCKLES)
I don't do requests.
DODGE: One, two, three, four.
(PLAYING SLOW ROCK MUSIC)
Sending me some distant place
On nights when I'm lying awake
Nights when I dream of escape
At times when I'm stunned
And I feel so amazed
She's someone so pure
Something so sure
And I will take my chance
She's got a ten-mile smile
Passion running wild
And I can transcend this whole world
Looking in her eyes
I know that you see what I see
And I'll bring this work
And this world to its knees
Someone so pure
Something so sure
And I will take my chance
She's got a ten-mile smile
Passion running wild
And I can transcend this whole world
Looking in her eyes
Ah, ah, ah, ah
TITS: Fucking check us out. Top bricks on the chimney.
Ten mile high on Ten MiIe SmiIe there.
It was one of them pure moments, you know what I mean?
It felt like me and me four mates could take on the world
in a straight one-on-one fist fight and spark it out.
Got a ten-mile smile
A ten-mile smile
(COUGHING)
Shit! (GASPS) Soz.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Fuck me, that was speciaI!
PIay the fucker back, then! AII of it! The whoIe demo!
Whoo!
That was fucking ace, man!
Sounds Iike a reaI band!
Zips, we are a reaI band.
Got to teII you, PenfoId, mate, you sound fucking sorted on it.
What are you taIking about? You can't even hear me!
-Bingo! -It's not perfect, though.
BOTH: Yeah, it is.
See! Nice one, Iads.
What the fuck do these two know, anyway?
We know that you're the best band on the Red Bricks.
-What about The PaIaver? -Don't rate 'em.
They think they're the Mondays, but they're wank.
TeII 'em what we caII 'em, Jay.
The Baggy Undies.
Anyway, what kind of name is The PaIaver?
Who names a group after a fruit meringue?
The guitarist's shit and aII. He onIy knows three chords.
Right then, we're taking it with us.
Do you seriousIy think we can give it to the Roses?
I seriousIy think we can try, yeah.
Where is Spike IsIand, anyway?
It's near Widnes, innit?
-Where's that? -Near LiverpooI, innit?
-Where's that? -About 30-odd miIes up the East Lancs Road.
Where's the East Lancs Road?
Right, this couId easiIy go on aII night. How are we gonna get there?
-I couId drive. -Drive what?
Herd of cattIe. A fucking car, you beII-end.
TITS: I've got a better idea. FoIIow me.
(HAIRY SNORING)
-ZIPPY: I'm not driving that. -Yeah, you are.
It's perfect. It's so cognito, it's incognito.
It's what?
Gary! Look sharp!
What's up, Mum?
The hospitaI.
At this time?
-Come with me, he'II want you. -But, Mum...
Is Ste there?
-Our Steven? -Yeah.
No, of course not. Why?
Didn't even know he was in the country.
He got back yesterday.
Where is he now?
Don't know.
Find him and bring him to me. I want you both cIose.
For how Iong?
What do you mean, ''for how Iong''?
It's just, you know, Spike IsIand!
What, the Guns N' Roses concert? No, you can't go!
-But I've been waiting months to go... -Things change!
-But you said I couId go! -It don't matter what I said!
That was before.
Before what?
Just find your brother.
Soon!
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)
AII right, Tits?
AII right, CarIos?
What the fuck, Ste?
What?
I got your message. I'm on it.
I was coming to see you.
-What about me dad? -Yeah, I know.
It's just, I've been running round Iike a dick aII day
trying to sort you a guest Iist out.
Anyway, I think I've boxed it off. Worst comes to worst,
I'II just word up security when I get there. But you're deffo in.
What're you fucking staring at?
Over here.
I can't do it. AII right?
Fucking hospitaIs and that.
I can't see him Iike that, Tits. It's too hard, mate.
What, you think it's easy for me?
Going up there every day, watching it eat him?
It's not, mate. It's the hardest thing in the worId.
But you need to get down there now.
Right.
How Iong are you staying, Ste?
I'II just bang this pint down.
No, I mean in Manchester. Are you back?
(ALARM BEEPING)
(GROANS)
(WATERFALL PLAYING)
Here you are, girIs. For food and that.
Be good. Try not to wind her up, yeah?
I Iove you both.
(MUMBLING)
ZIPPY: What's going on?
MAN: Never mind that. Come on, out the way, knobhead!
Where is it?
Dad? I Ieft it to dry on the radiator.
I need my T-shirt.
I'm going to Spike IsIand.
(FIRE ALARM BEEPING)
No. I'm going to be taking orders from twats for the rest of my Iife.
I'm not taking any more from you.
I don't want you to go.
Dad, I know you're not weII, and I Iove you and aII,
but if you don't get out of my way now, I swear to God I'II bite your fucking nose off!
I'm sorry, Dad.
Why? What've you done?
Nowt. Just...
Getting off? Don't worry about me.
-But... -Your mam stiII here?
-Yeah. She's asIeep. -I'II be aII right, then.
Go on.
Have a good day.
-I don't have to. -Yeah, you do.
-Dad... -Don't say it, son.
There's no need.
I'm going nowhere. Promise.
(EXHALES)
I Iove you, Dad.
BOY: Here he is.
-DODGE: Here he is. -I oversIept.
-You're a knob. -No, I'm not. Fuck you.
DODGE: Where the fuck have you been?
I met with our Ste. Had a bit of a mad night. Soz.
You absoIute fucking wanker.
-But he's got us on the guest Iist. -You absoIute fucking diamond.
Come on.
Where's your Roses tee?
It was stiII wet.
LITTLE GAZ: Mate, Iook, you've got dog shit aII over your trousers, Iad. You have!
TITS: Zip!
Come on, then.
-Stick that on, then. -Fuck him.
-Are you sure? -(SNORING)
ZIPPY: Shit, he's in there, I can hear him.
LITTLE GAZ: I can fucking smeII him.
(HAIRY SNORING)
ZIPPY: What the fuck do we do now?
Has anyone seen E. T. ?
(SNORING CONTINUES)
Fuck off!
Fucking pants!
Shh!
(CHUCKLING)
-(SNIGGERS) -Shh.
(WHISPERS) Ready?
Go!
Zip, you know where we're going?
Yeah. Been there with my dad on a bit of work. It's fuck-aII away.
ShaII we get out of this shithoIe then, or what?
-(ENGINE STARTS) -Go, go, go, go, go!
(YELLS)
(ALL LAUGHING)
Oi!
(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
(SCREAMING)
-TITS: Go, go, go! -(TYRES SQUEAL)
(ALL LAUGHING)
Burn rubber, Zips!
Hey, check what he's got.
What is it? Fucking... Methadone!
Oh, he's a wrong 'un, him, a wrong 'un, mate.
It fucking stinks in here.
-(SCREAMING) -(ALL GASP)
-Whoa! -(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
-Where's HaroId? -Who the fuck's HaroId?
-It's his van. -(ALL LAUGHING)
-TITS: PuII over, Zippy. -(TYRES SCREECH)
ZIPPY: I am! Take a chiII piII!
(ALL TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
I thought she was aII right.
LITTLE GAZ: I think you're quite unweII.
TITS: Go, go, go, go, go! LITTLE GAZ: Sorry, Iove!
(TYRES SCREECH)
DODGE: Here y'are, stick that on, Tits.
-Is that the demo? -No...
This is the demo,
but it's not coming out again untiI I'm banging it in the hands of Stone Roses.
ActuaIIy, fuck that, Tits. You take it. Guard it with your Iife.
Nice one.
(BYE BYE, BAD MAN PLAYING)
Soak me to my skin
Will you drown me in your sea?
Submission ends and I begin
Choke me, smoke the air
In this citrus sucking sunshine
I don't care, you're not all there
Every backbone and heart you break
Will still come back for more
Submission ends it all
TITS: We come flying out of the Red Bricks and hit the road out of town,
with a cockpit full of weed smoke and pockets full of E's and speed.
Absolutely buzzing our nuts off.
We were leaving Manchester and a world of shite behind. We all were.
Just for one day, anyway.
You know what? Despite everything, it felt fucking all right, man.
Bye-bye, bad man
Bye-bye
(ALL LAUGHING)
-Ooh, Iook! -Wow. How fucking camp was that?
Look at what?
-DODGE: Warrington. -Ace. What about it?
Ian Brown's birthpIace. They shouId erect a statue.
I'd Iike to erect a statue. In Lisa Hughes' fanny!
(ALL LAUGHING)
LITTLE GAZ: What exactIy are you doing there?
SIipping her one.
-SIipping a fucking disc. -Oh, we shouId take a detour.
I'd Iike to take a detour...
To Lisa Hughes' fanny!
Yeah, he's never even seen a fanny.
Except when he Iooks in the mirror!
(ALL LAUGHING)
Hit him, LittIe Gaz.
We're nearIy there now, anyway.
What? How?
I ain't even seen a sign for Widnes yet.
Widnes?
(BRAKES SCREECH)
They sound the same.
What? Like ''you dick'' and ''you prick''?
(ALL LAUGHING)
Who's the driver?
This goon.
Right. Did you not bring a map?
-No. -Did you not Iook at a map?
-No. -Right.
WeII, this is you...
This is Widnes, and this is the M6. It's going to be your IittIe friend.
You want to take him south to junction 21A,
get on the M62 towards LiverpooI, junction 10.
FoIIow the signs from there, Bob's your uncIe, fanny's a rude word.
Thanks, Suzanne.
-PIeasure. Going to Spike IsIand? -Yeah.
I'II keep my eyes peeIed for you.
EspeciaIIy for you.
Oh, and do us a favour, wiII you?
TeII your thieving IittIe bastard mates to put everything back,
eIse I'II Iock the door and get the Dobermans in.
LITTLE GAZ: That was your fauIt, Dodge.
DODGE: How d'you work that one out?
She's seen the box faII out of your tracky top.
ZIPPY: What was you robbing Tampax for, anyway?
DODGE: I didn't know what they were, I couIdn't read it, couId I?
I thought they were individuaIIy wrapped biscuits.
(INDISTINCT BANTER)
(ALL LAUGHING)
(HORN HONKING)
Roses!
(BOYS CHEERING)
(ALL LAUGHING)
(HORN HONKING)
DODGE: Hey, hey, Spike IsIand!
ZIPPY: We'II be there shortIy!
(ENGINE SPUTTERING)
-Here y'are, Zippy, turn it in. -What're you on about?
You can't tap your feet whiIe they're on the pedaIs.
-I'm not! -Then what the fuck are you doing?
-Nish and kIish. -Then why's the van spazzing out?
-I don't know. -Shut it. Turn the tunes off.
ZIPPY: It doesn't sound weII.
Might be a daft question, but have we got any juice in it?
ZIPPY: Yeah. It was fuII this morning.
-What? -(ALL GROAN)
Fuck! You're joking me!
(ALL SIGHING)
(HORN HONKING)
-Fuck! -Fuck!
Fucking fuck!
Word!
We can't hang about here.
-What the fuck's he doing? -LITTLE GAZ: CIimbing the van, cIearIy.
-Why? -Reconnaissance.
What?
If we waIk six fieIds northwest,
there's a motorway running perpendicuIar. I think it has to be the M6.
Come on!
Are we reaIIy foIIowing this retard? What about the van?
I've remembered its position.
I'II watch your van for a tenner!
You can watch my arse disappear for fuck-aII, you cheeky twat.
(FOOLS GOLD PLAYING)
(HORN HONKING)
MAN: Right, come on, back on the bus.
(HORN HONKING)
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
(ENGINE STARTS)
-(ALL LAUGHING) -Shh!
Spike IsIand!
(FARTING)
ALL: Oh!
-PENFOLD: Dirty bastard! -(COUGHING)
Zippy. PIease teII me that's not your cock digging in my back.
I can't heIp it, it's the vibrations!
-For fuck's sake! -(ALL LAUGHING)
-We're sIowing down. -We must be nearIy there.
Thank fuck for that. I think I've broke my arse.
Someone's arse deffo ain't working right, or they've been eating rats.
-Get your Stone Roses T-shirts! -T-shirts!
CROWD: I pray
Give me joy in my heart, keep me praying
Keep me praying till the end of day
-Have we stopped? -Yeah.
Whatever happens, we stay together.
Three, two, one.
Hey! What do you think I use wing mirrors for, you IittIe toe rags!
(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
TITS: Come on, Pen, Ieg it!
(PEOPLE SHOUTING)
Shit! Where's PenfoId?
-Fucks knows! -Pen?
He couIdn't have gone far. Just Iook for his sun hat.
Pen! PenfoId!
PenfoId!
ZIPPY: Pen-is! LITTLE GAZ: Pen-is, where are you?
DODGE: PenfoId! MAN: Ah, steady!
-DODGE: PenfoId! -Pen!
-PenfoId! -Pen-is!
LITTLE GAZ: Pen-is, where are you?
Ah, fuck that, man. Let's head down to the main gate.
MAN: Reni hats! Get your Reni hats here! Get your fucking Reni hats here!
Go on, Manchester!
(PEOPLE SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
Roses souvenir posters! Two for a tenner.
DODGE: He's got no shirt on!
Hot dogs! Free ketchup or Ian Brown sauce!
You can see the gate from there.
Yeah.
Here we go, Iads! Fucking Mersey paradise!
(ALL LAUGHING)
(MERSEYPARADISE PLAYING)
Rights, boys, Iet's have it!
GUARD 1 : Right, tickets out, pIease.
GUARD 2: Go 'head, Bananarama, straight in!
-Here y'are, sweet cheeks, get in there! -GUARD 1 : It's Bez!
GUARD 2: Do the dance! GUARD 1 : Go ahead, Iad, do it.
GUARD 2: Oh! You're in, you're in!
GUARD 1 : Mate, hang on, how oId are you? BOY: Eighteen.
Eighteen? I've got porn mags oIder than you!
Cheese and Marmite together? On the same butty? That's fucking repeIIent.
-Can I have it back, then? -No. Get to fuck, go on.
-You aII right, mate? -I'm not your mate. Tickets.
ShouId be on the guest Iist.
Yeah, and I shouId be on the teIIy, Iad.
Here you are, Sid, get on these.
Go ahead, whose Iist?
-Ibiza Ste's. -Who the fuck is Ibiza Ste?
-My brother. -Why d'you caII him that?
'Cause we've got the same mum and dad.
I mean ''Ibiza Ste''?
AII right, 'cause he Iives in Ibiza and his name's Ste.
Oh, yeah, got it. Nice one, yeah. Boss name.
Yeah, he's a Manc Iegend!
GUARD 3: A Manc Ieg-end, no Iess.
WeII, weIcome to fucking Merseyside, son.
We don't know no Ibiza Ste and he hasn't got no fucking guest Iist.
Yeah, weII, try Red Bricks Ste? He used to Iive there before he moved to Ibiza.
Stop it, wiII you?
You'II ruin it for me when his autobiography comes out.
Try the Roses. Mani. I sort him out with hair geI.
-(MAN LAUGHS) -Go ahead, what's your names?
Gary TitchfieId, Darren Hodge, Chris Weeks, Gareth Barret and Andrew Peach.
No. You're not down.
-Try Shadow Caster. We're a band. -Fuck off!
Mate, we're a support band.
Oh, the support band. Oh, sorry, Iads, in that case...
BOTH: Fuck off!
No tickets, no guest Iist, no entry, no chance.
Now fucking yabba-dabba-do one, dickheads!
Go 'head, move! Do one, you beaut!
-WeII, that went weII. -Can't beIieve he's never heard of Ibiza Ste.
-I can. -There's got to be a fuck-up.
Yeah, there is. He's caIIed Ste.
-Hands in the air, put your tickets up. -So what are we gonna do now, then, Tits?
Get in.
Let's just fucking rush it, man.
Yeah? On my count, right.
One, two...
Three. For fuck's sake, who runs on ''two''?
No one runs on ''two''.
GUARD 2: Whoa, whoa, whoa!
GUARD 3: They're charging, Dave!
(CLAMOURING)
(HORN BLARING)
GUARD 2: Get out! Go on! And you!
GUARD 3: And you, Granddad, get off!
Get back!
This is our bridge!
Fucking hippies.
Let that be a Iesson to aII of you.
-Yes! -Here we go!
-LiverpooI 2, Man U... -NiI!
Have it!
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
ZIPPY: What d'you reckon?
I'm not fucking swimming in that. No.
I wonder what time it is. We've got to meet the girIs.
MAN: NearIy 3:45.
What the fuck was that?
Some sort of animaI?
(SCOUSE ACCENT) Here y'are, Iads, d'you wanna buy a dinghy ride?
-What did he just say? -Fuck knows.
''Dez-a-by-diggy-bat''?
D'yous wanna buy a dinghy ride?
I'm stiII not getting it.
Soz, mate, it's just white noise.
Oh, for fuck's sake.
Oh! Do we want to buy a dinghy?
A dinghy ride! I row yous!
-Where's your oars? -Side of me head!
TITS: No, you're aII right, mate. BOY: Let's just do one.
-Do yous want to buy a dinghy ride? -What?
-He'II row you. For cash. With no oars. -Sound!
-How much? -Fiver each.
-Here. -It's right.
TITS: Oh, mate, I'm watching this!
Come on, come on, hurry up! Hurry up!
ZIPPY: WouId you get in a boat with this prick?
-Easy! Easy! -WouIdn't even get in a Iift with him.
I'm the captain on this ship.
Just don't do nothing. Leave it to me.
Ah! It's going to tip if you do that.
-(GIRLS SCREAM) -Can't swim!
(ALL LAUGHING)
We shouId probabIy get back to the main gate, you know.
PenfoId might be waiting for us.
ZIPPY: Might even see the girIs turn up.
Or Ibiza Ste.
Oh, here we go, Iook who it is.
AII right, Tits?
AII right, Dave Famous?
-Got tickets? -Have you?
Have you?
-No, neither have we. -Supposed to be on the Iist, but...
So were we, but...
Listen, Dave, Iet's cut the boIIocks, yeah?
We aII know you think we're shit dickheads, yeah?
WeII, we think you're doubIe shit dickheads. But we're both bang into the Roses, so...
If one of us spots a jib, we shouId probabIy give each other a shout or summat.
-AII right, sound. -Sound. In a bit.
In bits.
State of that tracksuit. He Iooks Iike a fucking Smurf!
GIRL: Come on, hurry up.
(GIGGLES) I couId see right up her skirt then.
Do you know what I wish?
We had a MotoroIa. Then we couId ring Ste.
Or the girIs, but they'd have to have one, too.
Do you know what I wish?
Go ahead, it's getting good, this game.
You'd sorted it out with your kid properIy Iast night, Tits,
instead of getting fucking caned or whatever you did.
ShaII I teII you what I done Iast night, Dodge?
DODGE: What?
I sat with me mam, waiting for me dad to die.
Yeah, I sat with me mam, and waited for my useIess prick of a brother
to sort out Ieaving a fucking pub and come to the hospitaI.
But he never managed that. So shut the fuck up about him sorting us out.
The guy's a dick, and you're doing me fucking head in.
But you toId me he was aII right, you toId me he was getting better.
This isn't fucking about you, Dodge.
What's that supposed to mean?
Nothing. I...
I just mean we come here for one fucking reason, right?
To see The Stone Roses, so can we pIease stop pissing
and moaning and get on with trying to get in.
DODGE: Oi, Tits!
Tits! Listen, man!
Tits!
-Are you aII right? -No, not reaIIy.
I've just been wandering around on my own Iike a Iemon.
I Iost the girIs coming over the bridge.
Why didn't you just go in?
What? I don't know.
There's, Iike, 20-odd thousand heads in there and...
I had a quarter of an acid on the train and I got a bit para.
You said you'd be there. Left-hand side of the stage.
Yeah, but it doesn't matter anyway, I can just come in with yous Iot.
If that's aII right?
We stiII haven't got tickets.
Oh, shit!
Yeah. Shit.
WeII, I am not going in there on my own.
What? You'II miss the Roses?
WeII, one of yous Iot couId have my ticket.
-I'II have it. -Behave.
What? I said it first.
ShouIdn't we toss a coin or have an arm-wrestIe or summat?
It's about the music, innit? I'm the onIy one that understands it.
Come on, Tits, you know how much this means to me, man.
Yeah. Yeah, I do.
There you are.
Nice one.
Right then, see you after here, yeah?
Mate! Dodge!
Take this with you.
What? Why? You said you'd do it.
You're the one who's going in, aren't you?
Yeah, but I'm not gonna get in backstage on my own, am I, without you?
Yeah, weII, get down the front, then, Dodge. Just Iob it at Ian or John.
I'd mong it into the mud. You're a miIes better thrower than me.
But I'm not going to hit the fucking stage from out here, am I?
It'II be right. You'II get in. You keep it. You know I'd fuck it up.
Listen, if you do get in, meet me at the sound desk.
If not, I'II see you back after here, yeah?
Yeah.
Don't go fucking off without me.
Right, mate.
Sorted.
Yeah, mate, sorted as fuck.
Is, um... Is my make-up run?
-Just a smidge. -(CHUCKLES)
I must Iook Iike a right dog.
No, you don't. Like a reaIIy pretty panda.
Oi, Dave Famous! What are you saying?
-What are you saying? -Let's not do this again. I can't be arsed.
Some kid just said a mob have fIattened the vehicIe gate.
You can get across the bridge to them fieIds next to the fence. In a bit!
MAN: Hey, up you get!
ZIPPY: TeII you what, I couId do with a massive disco shit.
SALLY: Oh, that's hanging.
ZIPPY: Soz, but it's aII the whizz and excitement.
TITS: Whoa! Watch your three-stripes there.
It's probabIy radioactive.
-AII right? Go on. -SALLY: (LAUGHING) Yeah.
-You up? -Yeah.
-Fuck! -Shit!
How thick do you think it is?
Don't know.
(GRUNTS)
What are we gonna do now?
For fuck's sake. I don't have a cIue.
(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)
LittIe cock-knockers!
What? Can you see owt?
No...
We'II stiII be abIe to hear it, though, won't we?
It's a fucking nightmare, isn't it?
(YELLING)
(ALL LAUGHING)
TITS: And as the sun went down over the chemical plant,
the wind was blowing the sound from inside the site in waves,
washing over us, then fucking off down the estuary.
With Penfold missing in action, and Dodge doing what he'd done,
we were suddenly two men down.
But we were one girl up.
And it was funny, man, because it had always been about me and Dodge.
We'd always been on our own journey, ever since we were nippers.
Fucking Batman and Robin, you know what I mean?
But it wasn't just a massive fuck-off metal green fence that had come between us.
I was on a different trip now.
The night was beautiful, special. So was Sally Harris.
-And then we heard it. -(CROWD CHEERING)
The roar of cheers that told us the Roses had walked on stage,
and the rumble of Mani's bass.
The greatest party in the history of the world, and we weren't invited.
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING OVER MICROPHONE)
The Stone Roses are on the other side of that waII.
Wish I were 10 feet taIIer.
Look, Gaz, give us a peg up.
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
(I WANNA BE ADORED PLAYING)
I don't have to sell my soul
He's already in me
Yeah!
-Can you see? -Yeah, mate!
-Is it top? -Yeah, mate!
I wanna be adored
You adore me
-Can we swap? -No, mate.
HeII, mate.
-Keep stiII! -I can't! I'm off me tits!
(GROANS)
TITS: Come here, you cIown!
You mad bastard.
I wanna be adored
ZIPPY: Yeah, mate!
(SCREAMS)
I'm gonna say something. He's taking the piss.
-Out of who? -Dodge.
Are you being serious?
Yeah. He's supposed to be his best mate.
He is. Why do you think he's never done it before, you cIown?
-What? -You must be fucking bIind.
What's the matter?
Nothing. Dodge.
(STAMMERS) You do know you just caIIed me Dodge. That expIains everything.
(CHUCKLES) No, I mean...
Dodge is into you.
What?
He's... He's never even spoke to me untiI tonight.
Yeah, I know. But I'm being serious.
He has been since we were IittIe kids.
Right.
Shit. Okay.
What? And you haven't?
Zippy, Tits and SaIIy was aIways gonna happen.
It's onIy right that it's here, now.
Straight up?
Straight back down again.
I remember you kissed me in the pIayground at Grey Bank Primary.
-It made me feeI doubIe sick. -(CHUCKLES)
I never even noticed your hair then.
I had no idea I'd end up...dancing with you.
No one fucking toId me then that your hand had been made just spot on to fit in mine.
(CHUCKLES)
Your Iaugh used to reaIIy annoy me. Now it makes me feeI Iike skinning up.
I shouId have just kissed you back then. WouId have made aII this miIes easier.
AII what?
I'm fucking bananas about you.
(I AM THE RESURRECTION PLAYING)
(CROWD CHEERING)
What's happening?
The wind's changed direction.
-Fuck me! -ZIPPY: Get on that!
...and I can't sleep at night
Your face, it has no place
No room for you inside my house I need to be alone
Don't waste your words I don't need anything from you
I don't care where you've been or what you plan to do
Turn, turn, I wish you'd learn
There's a time and place for everything I've got to get it through
Don't waste your words I don't need anything from you
I don't care where you've been or what you plan to do
I am the resurrection and I am the light
I couldn't ever bring myself to hate you as I'd like
(MUSIC CONTINUES PLAYING)
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
The sound was shite. It just kept bIowing away in the wind.
It was bIowing it in here. You shouId've heard Resurrection.
I did. I was here for aII of it.
Aye, aye!
-UncIe Hairy? -The very same.
You aII right?
LiteraIIy never feIt better.
-You're covered in bIood. -Yeah, I know.
It's not mine. Got booted out, earIy doors, for fighting.
Best day of my Iife.
-Are they my cIothes? -Yeah.
(TYRES SCREECH)
You getting in the van?
-What van? -That fucker.
-Some cunt nicked mine. -(HORN HONKING)
AII right, space traveIIers! How fucking good was that?
Oh, yeah. Top. Never got in.
Did you go to the VIP gate? You was down on the VIP gate.
How's me dad?
That PenfoId kid teII you to meet us here, or what?
PenfoId? We Iost him hours ago.
He were bowIing round back stage, piss-wet through.
He'd onIy swum the fucking Mersey. The kid's a Iegend.
AII aboard!
-(HORN HONKING) -(INDISTINCT TALKING)
(HORN HONKING)
(TYRES SCREECH)
BOY: Manchester, Ia Ia Ia!
(CHUCKLES)
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
TITS: Over here.
Nice one, mate.
Don't worry about him.
The guy's a fucking dick.
(STRUMMING ROMANTIC TUNE)
Yeah.
ZIPPY: Go on, Dodge! Shadow Caster!
MAN: Go on, Dodge, give it some!
(PEOPLE CHEERING)
Yeah!
(SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
(PEOPLE BOOING)
Come on, then!
Oh, fucking here he is!
AII right, Iads? What's shaking?
AII right? What the fuck happened to you, Keith Teeth?
I done a sicky burp.
No, I mean with the tickets, you massive Joey Deacon.
What are you on about? I give them to him for yous, yesterday dinner.
-Who? -Him. Fucking Harry Handsome.
What's up with you? Are you having some sort of seizure or summat?
-Gary, I... -Don't fucking bother. Cunt.
-What did you just caII me? -You heard me. I caIIed you a cunt.
Oops. Major buzz-kiII.
Here y'are, Iads, Ieave it out. For fuck's sake, know what I mean?
If Eric couId see yous both now.
Does anyone fancy doubIe dropping?
Yeah, aII right, yeah.
-Lads, don't do this, not now. -Stay out of it, CarIos.
I'd Iisten to him if I were you, Gary. Before I bend your bones.
Haven't you hurt him enough? You're his brother.
-Wind your neck in, IittIe girI. -Lads, seriousIy. Look, Tits, yeah?
See that straight goer over there with the shite hair?
-TITS: Yeah, what about him? -He's the Roses' manager.
TITS: That's the Roses' manager? CARL: Yeah.
-He Iooks Iike a fucking hairdresser. -He Iooks Iike a dick.
He is. Both.
Shut up, Ste.
DAVE: Mover's on guitars, BaIIbag keys, Two Socks drums...
Give him the tape, Tits. Give him the fucking tape. Demo him up.
Excuse me.
-So what did you say you were caIIed again? -The PaIaver.
-CooI name. -Yeah.
ReaIIy cooI.
-Yeah. I thought of it myseIf. -So, when are you on tour?
CoupIe of weeks.
ZIPPY: Tits, if this is a wind-up, it's not funny.
Check aII your pockets again.
-TITS: I have. Twenty times. -It's got to be somewhere.
Yeah, somewhere on Spike IsIand.
LITTLE GAZ: When did you Iast see it?
When I tried giving it to Dodge.
When you fucked off with SaIIy.
-Don't be a dick. -I'm not a dick.
I'm not the one that's Iost the tape, am I?
AII right, for fuck's sake, Dodge, caIm down.
It don't matter. It's not the onIy fucking copy.
LITTLE GAZ: Is it? Are you taking the piss?
Happy days! Nice one!
-Knobhead. -For fuck's sake, Dodge.
Hang on a minute, how come I'm suddenIy the twat?
Tits is the one that's Iost the tape. He's the one that's naused it aII up for us.
-Fuck off, Dodge. -No, you fuck off. The Iot of you.
I am Shadow Caster. If it weren't for me, there wouIdn't even be a tape.
If it weren't for me, you'd stiII be Iearning your first chords.
Sorry, Iads.
Fucking say sorry to me.
ApoIogise to me, Tits. 'Cause that tape, the band...
You know I can't do fuck-aII eIse.
WeII, yeah, 'cause you're thick as pigshit, aren't you?
Just born stupid. No, I'm sick of wiping your arse.
And yours! And yours!
Mate, you couId even have taken it into the fucking gig.
You couId have tried to get it to the band. But you never.
You put it aII on me, Iike you have done aII our Iives.
Even when you knew the score with me oId man,
you shot off into that gig without a thought for any twat other than you.
Next to him, you're the most seIfish prick I've ever fucking met.
What? You gonna snap my jaw now?
Go on, Tits.
No, am I fuck.
-(GRUNTS) -Oh, fuck!
MAN: Steady on!
(PEOPLE SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
Greetings, EarthIings!
(SHOUTING CONTINUES)
(GIRL SCREAMS)
TITS: It's what ears were invented for, man.
It's the most beautifuI 1 2 inches of vinyI ever produced.
It shimmers and jangIes Iike...
...sunshine and rain, sends shivers up your spine.
It's Iike...
It's Iike, I don't know, Iike the Roses wrote that aIbum just for me.
-BoIIocks! -(CHUCKLES)
They wrote it just for me.
-No, they wrote it for us. -(CHUCKLES)
Are you aII right?
Yeah.
Yeah, I am.
Do you want to go back to mine?
Yeah.
-TITS: Oh! -(BOTH CHUCKLE)
Gary?
TITS: It's funny what makes people different, makes us special.
Legends.
I suppose some people are just born to stand out.
You don't have to be stood on a stage singing tunes to be a hero.
My old man done it grafting on a market every day but Sunday.
MARGARET: Stop your crying now, laddie Dry your tears
There's no bogeyman to get you, never fear
There's no ogres, wicked witches
Only greedy sons of bitches
Who are waiting to exploit your life away
No more talking now, it's time to go to sleep
(SNIFFLING)
There are answers to your questions, but they'll keep
Go on asking while you grow, son
Go on asking till you know, son
And then send the answers ringing through the world
(TITS SOBBING)
So, when do you want to get off?
Who says I'm going?
Me.
Don't have to be fuII-time, you know.
With The PaIaver, I couId just do the tour and then we couId do it again.
Make a new tape.
No. It was onIy right at that moment in time.
You said it yourseIf, it was speciaI, weren't it?
It was perfect. Just wouIdn't be the same.
We can do anything we want.
We're Shadow Caster.
From Manchester.
It ain't where you're from, Dodge. It's where you're at.
TITS: Just for a bit, in a time and a place, The Stone Roses made everything right.
Not just for me, but for all of us. My generation, or whatever.
That night at Spike Island was the night when it all came together.
It was also pretty much the beginning of an end...of everything.
(FOOLS GOLD PLAYING)