"(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, lads!" "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." "will you use the fucking stairs!" "Get a fucking house." "Put some clothes on, you're already late." "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 playing with yourself!" "(CHUCKLES)" "(GRUNTS) You need to copy that shit out." "What is it?" "Chemistry, mate." "double important." "Come on, then." "We're gonna be late." "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 cool." "(GROANS)" "Fuck!" "(STUDENTS LAUGH)" "MILLIGAN:" "So, what is Manchester?" "JB PriestIey said that "Manchester is the home of living causes"" "and "What Manchester thinks today, england thinks tomorrow."" "Mind-bIowingIy brilliant observations, I'm sure you'II all agree." "However, clearly 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 school gym last night." "MILLIGAN:" "really?" "Methinks he doth protest too much." "(STUDENTS GUFFAWING)" "You look nervous, lads." "I can't think why." "I was only talking 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 melon, 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 philosophy?" "No, sir." "It's a quote." "From somebody relevant." "Yeah, the greatest writer of this generation." "really?" "And who is that?" "Just a singer in a band." "well, may I remind you, this isn't a music lesson." "This, in case you're unaware, is english History." "Yeah, and The Stone Roses are england 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!" "Sit down!" "(STUDENTS CONTINUE CHANTING)" "AII right, stop!" "STUDENTS:" "Hammer time!" "(LAUGHING)" "Gary TitchfieId and his band of merry men, please." "STUDENTS:" "Ooh!" "(STUDENTS CLAMOURING)" "(BANGING ON DESKS)" "MILLIGAN:" "settle down!" "settle down!" "JACKSON:" "I have never seen such mindless, wilful destruction before!" "well?" "I can't wait to hear what you've got to say for yourselves!" "Everyone knows you did it." "No, we never." "Someone read that for me." "Shadow Cast-re." "Which, unless 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 palaver." "The PaIavers are bobbins, sir." "We have got fans." "classrooms!" "Fast!" "Come on, lads, I'm not a dickhead." "(ALL SNICKER)" "There's only one bunch of boys in this school daft enough to write their own band name on the wall." "And there's only one young man just plain stupid enough to spell it wrong." "Dodge ain't stupid, sir." "He's a straight-up musical genius." "And Tits was at the hospital last night." "Your loyalty to each other is actually quite admirable." "Your lack of loyalty to this school, on the other hand, disgusts me." "Do you really want to end up like 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 lot of you, one out, all out!" "Now go!" "I'm sick of looking at you!" "Gary, not you." "How's your dad doing?" "Yeah, he's all right." "Getting better." "Good." "Now, listen, Gary, unlike the others, you're a bright lad, so you don't need me to spell it out for you." "This was criminal damage, and the only reason I haven't involved the police is out of respect for your family." "I know how easy it is to get led astray and I know things must be difficult at home at the moment." "No, you don't, Mr Jackson." "You don't know nish about me or me mates." "Or my family." "So just leave it." "(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)" "For fuck's sake, boys!" "Wait up!" "What did Wacko Jacko want?" "Nowt." "It's right." "I can't believe we just fucking got away with that." "I can't believe I've got to rely on you tools not to get expelled." "Fuck that." "I still can't believe we haven't got our tickets for Sunday." "We should've just bought 'em." "With what?" "Oh, aye, I forgot." "Your mum had a result on the pools." "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 will." "Trust me." "I do." "It's Keith Teeth that's the problem." "The guy's a pure tube." "I don't reckon he could get us tickets for the one-three-five, man." "He could, however, eat an apple through a tennis racquet." "He's got 'em, right?" "Swore on his mum's life." "See?" "Listen to Tits." "He knows everything." "Anyway, he's fucking all right, Keith Teeth." "LITTLE GAZ:" "He's fucking all wrong." "Zippy, look me in the eyes, man." "When have I ever let you down?" "Oi!" "I said look me in the eyes." "sally 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 lob all the acid casualties." "No." "It's where the cool kids get sucked off." "Oh." "You're jibbing' it, aren't you?" "You little scally twats." "No, we're getting 'em tomorrow." "Serious?" "You lot 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 sold out for time." "You're goosed." "How's your dad?" "Yeah." "He's not bad." "Buzzing." "(BELL RINGS)" "LISA:" "little Gaz, is it true you're selling weed?" "What're you after?" "Fivers." "Can you change that?" "Yeah." "I can change it into a bigger lump 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 world." "No one's heard it." "Dodge has been a proper tape Nazi." "He won't play it to no one." "Yeah, he will." "When it's finished." "And when it is, it'II be smart." "You should take it to Spike island, 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 sally, don't you, Dodge?" "He'd have to talk to her first, or at Ieast finger her." "Oh, you don't know what you're talking about." "None of you understand." "I do!" "Get her juiced up and that." "Oi, don't be snide." "Leave him alone." "It's different with sally." "She makes me feel like..." "She makes me feel like writing tunes." "That is the gayest thing I've ever heard." "She makes me feel like bumming her." "No, wait." "That's the gayest thing I've ever heard." "See you in a bit, boys." "See you later." "Oi, it's not that bad of an idea, you know." "What ain't?" "What sally 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 island." "Yeah." "No point in always 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, well, 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 really a proper melody to it." "Sounds like The fucking fall." "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 only 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 like that bloody VauxhaII Viva that we had to leave in Aberystwyth." "It's not right, you know, the two of you laughing like this." "You're sick." "(BOTH SNORTING)" "It's not bloody funny." "No." "No, it's not." "And I wouldn't wish it on anyone." "well, maybe Maggie Thatcher." "So, how're you feeling?" "(SOFTLY) Oh." "Like I've swallowed a blow torch and it's stuck here." "well, you look better." "(COUGHING)" "Take us to the TV room, will 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 filthy hands all 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 all right?" "He's very poorly, Gary." "Things need to be talked about." "You know, with you and the stall." "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 talk about it any more." "It's just one day out." "Common criminals." "And you want to be like them?" "I did what you wanted." "I signed the forms." "Good." "Army's best place for you." "Or do you think you're better than me?" "please." "Don't make me get upset." "If anyone hadda told me at your age that I was gonna be a florist," "I'd have had their bumps felt." "But it's a job." "And you'd learn to love flowers." "And your uncle Hairy." "eventually." "Do I get to choose?" "About the stall?" "Yeah." "Of course." "You've always got a choice, lad." "I can't force you to do anything that you don't want to do." "And don't ever let anyone tell 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 listen 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 all 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." "still 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 all right?" "Yeah." "Are you?" "Yeah." "He's a dick." "He's my dad." "And you want to be just like him?" "It's done." "I'm going." "Don't tell 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 all right?" "Yeah, man, I'm good." "(SOFT ROCK MUSIC PLAYING)" "Look at you, all fucking grown up." "What're you drinking, Baby Bio?" "When did you get back?" "Landed about half two." "Here y'are, budgie boy." "Best little fellas in Europe, these." "What about me mum and dad?" "I'II sort 'em out with a pill each when I see 'em next." "What are you on about, you baII bag?" "I mean, have you been to the hospital?" "No, not yet." "Visiting hours are over now, aren't they?" "I'II go up there tomorrow." "He's not good, Ste." "really not good." "Has Mum rung you?" "couple 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, bollocks." "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 all right, Keith Teeth." "Set of Newtons like a fucked fence, but he's a good lad." "'Ere y'are." "Show 'em what you can do." "I'II play you a little bit of intro, yeah?" "Top one, bro." "(STRUMMING)" "What's this, amateur night?" "No, I was fucking playing 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 let's go bananas." "(ROCK MUSIC PLAYING) -(CROWD CHEERING)" "(SINGING)" "What's up with you?" "Guess who's just got a record deal?" "Are you taking the piss?" "Who are these cunts?" "The palaver." "They're all right, aren't they?" "No!" "Fucking pIaccy Manc band!" "Guitarist only knows three chords." "Basic ones." "No barre chords." "Every tune has the same progression." "He couldn't pick his fucking nose." "Right." "Do you want a pill?" "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 let '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 still at it?" "Don't forget Keith Teeth. 3:00, yeah?" "(HAIRY AND TRACY BREATHING HEAVILY)" "(VAN CREAKING)" "HAIRY:" "Here, don't stop." "I nearly had it then." "TRACY:" "It's like an hour-oId mouse." "HAIRY:" "Just give us a minute, will you, lad?" "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 talking about attitude." "Ian Brown is John Lydon times 10." "Have you got a ticket?" "Have I, bollocks!" "You been up the hozzie?" "Not fair, is it?" "Your dad's a shining diamond, man." "And I know I can still be a bit of a mither and all 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!" "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 all that...sophisticated." "It's not the best nickname in the world, 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 looking at stuff over there." "Top one." "Might as well have some flowers, seeing as I'm here and all that." "Who are they for?" "WouIdn't you Iike to know?" "I'II chuck in a few good ones." "lovely." "It will be." "Have you got your tickets yet?" "What time is it?" "It's just gone 3:00." "should be meeting Keith Teeth now." "It'II be right." "He's all right, Keith Teeth." "It suits you, you know, the whole market-trader vibe." "What, Iike St Eric of SaIford?" "Think that's all I want to be, me dad?" "Soz." "No, I should, erm, probably head off." "What do I owe you for the flowers?" "Nish." "You can have 'em for fuck-aII." "Just don't ever let anyone tell 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, girls?" "GIRLS:" "AII right, lads?" "Seen Keith Teeth?" "No, soz." "What, he's not let you down, has he?" "No way, didn't see that coming." "Spike island outfit." "Do you want to buy any sunglasses?" "LITTLE GAZ:" "Do you want to buy any squidgy black?" "Have you heard about the trains?" "I think so." "Are they the big, noisy things that run along tracks?" "You can't get into the station or through the turnstiles to the platforms without a ticket for the gig." "Security are going to be checking 'em on Station Approach." "And they're closing the roads four square mile of Widnes." "You can't even get on to the site without crossing the Mersey." "only way in is on the official coaches." "You lot look caned to fuck." "We got piIIed up last night in the Dark Side." "With Ibiza Ste and all the older 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 island?" "PENFOLD:" "Yeah." "Are all 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, all right, yeah." "When you get inside, find the sound desk." "Be on the Ieft hand side, facing the stage." "Right..." "No, left." "Be there by 7:00, yeah?" "Yeah." "Nice one." "I mean, I'II be with Dodge and that lot, so..." "Yeah, I know. 'Course you will." "And I'II be with the girls." "Is sally not about?" "No." "Is she still going tomorrow, though?" "Yeah, of course." "What about Tits?" "DODGE:" "Yeah." "Of course." "RACHEL:" "Sound." "So, we should meet up or summat?" "You fucking know that, sugar tits?" ""Sugar tits"?" "How will you find us?" "You'II find us." "We'II stand out." "LISA:" "Mega." "Be at the main gate." "Buzzing." "Oh, look, there's Keith Teeth." "quality!" "You actually think he's coming, don't you?" "Yeah, he said he swore on his mum's life and all 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, sally Cinnamon." "You do know that's a love song?" "Yeah." "But about a lesbian." "(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, ladies?" "Been to see Dad yet?" "I'm on me way up there now." "I just need a word with Hairy bollocks about a few things first." "Yeah, sound." "Keith Teeth ain't coming, is he?" "DODGE:" "I told 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 bell our Ste, see if he can sort summat." "It'II be right." "Ste?" "It's me." "You're probably in the hospital." "Listen..." "Keith Teeth's let us down, mate." "We're fucked." "I've never asked you for owt before, but you asked me if we needed an in and, well, we do now, so, I don't know, just come and see me at the stall" "or just stick your head in the garage later 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 lie, we climb, 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 problem 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 will 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 girls for our date." "He hasn't got a date." "I have." "Who with?" "Me and Dodge." "Pardon?" "We've got a double date with Lisa and sally." "sally Harris?" "DODGE:" "Yeah." "Since when?" "Since this afternoon." "We've seen rachel Stone and Lisa Hughes in AffIecks." "We said we'd meet them at the gate." "With sally." "No, it's just..." "sally 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 stall." "She come to see you?" "Yeah." "well, 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!" "quality!" "He properly thinks he might get off with her." "I'm definitely gonna finger someone." "You know what?" "I'm not all that fucking arsed even if I got to settle for rachel." "Here y'are, Dodge, you could always play her one of your 85 fucking love songs." "Every new tune he's working on, he's written for her." "I think rachel's lovely." "For fuck's sake, boys, Iet's not lose focus at the first sight of fanny." "The most important thing is seeing the band." "And trying to give them the demo." "Just one last take each to box me and Tits off on Ten Mile Smile, yeah?" "You know what, can we just play it together then, for once?" "I'm forgetting what it's like to actually 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 sally Harris." "No, it ain't." ""Ten Mile Smile"?" "It's obvious!" "It's not." "Tits wrote these lyrics." "(MUSIC PLAYING)" "TITS:" "One, two..." "Hearing this?" "One, two." "(BOYS TALKING INDISTINCTLY)" "(FEEDBACK WHINING)" "hello?" "Fucking hell. (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 mile smile 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" "A ten-mile smile" "A ten-mile smile" "(COUGHING)" "Shit!" "(GASPS) Soz." "(ALL LAUGHING)" "Fuck me, that was special!" "play the fucker back, then!" "AII of it!" "The whole demo!" "Whoo!" "That was fucking ace, man!" "Sounds like a real band!" "Zips, we are a real band." "Got to tell you, PenfoId, mate, you sound fucking sorted on it." "What are you talking about?" "You can't even hear me!" "Bingo!" "It's not perfect, though." "BOTH:" "Yeah, it is." "See!" "Nice one, lads." "What the fuck do these two know, anyway?" "We know that you're the best band on the Red Bricks." "What about The palaver?" "Don't rate 'em." "They think they're the Mondays, but they're wank." "tell 'em what we call 'em, Jay." "The Baggy Undies." "Anyway, what kind of name is The palaver?" "Who names a group after a fruit meringue?" "The guitarist's shit and all." "He only knows three chords." "Right then, we're taking it with us." "Do you seriously think we can give it to the Roses?" "I seriously think we can try, yeah." "Where is Spike island, anyway?" "It's near Widnes, innit?" "Where's that?" "Near liverpool, innit?" "Where's that?" "About 30-odd miles up the East Lancs Road." "Where's the East Lancs Road?" "Right, this could easily go on all night." "How are we gonna get there?" "I couId drive." "Drive what?" "Herd of cattle." "A fucking car, you beII-end." "TITS:" "I've got a better idea." "follow 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 hospital." "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 close." "For how long?" "What do you mean, "for how long"?" "It's just, you know, Spike island!" "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, carlos?" "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 like a dick all day trying to sort you a guest list 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 hospitals and that." "I can't see him like 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 world." "But you need to get down there now." "Right." "How long 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, girls." "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 island." "(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 well, and I Iove you and all, 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 still here?" "Yeah." "She's asleep." "I'II be all 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 overslept." "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 absolute fucking wanker." "But he's got us on the guest list." "You absolute fucking diamond." "Come on." "Where's your Roses tee?" "It was still wet." "LITTLE GAZ:" "Mate, look, you've got dog shit all over your trousers, lad." "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 smell 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." "shall we get out of this shithole 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:" "pull over, Zippy." "(TYRES SCREECH)" "ZIPPY:" "I am!" "Take a chill pill!" "(ALL TALKING INDISTINCTLY)" "I thought she was all right." "LITTLE GAZ:" "I think you're quite unwell." "TITS:" "Go, go, go, go, go!" "LITTLE GAZ:" "Sorry, love!" "(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 until I'm banging it in the hands of Stone Roses." "actually, fuck that, Tits." "You take it." "Guard it with your life." "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, look!" "Wow." "How fucking camp was that?" "Look at what?" "DODGE:" "Warrington." "Ace." "What about it?" "Ian Brown's birthplace." "They should erect a statue." "I'd Iike to erect a statue." "In Lisa Hughes' fanny!" "(ALL LAUGHING)" "LITTLE GAZ:" "What exactly are you doing there?" "slipping her one." "slipping a fucking disc." "Oh, we should 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 looks in the mirror!" "(ALL LAUGHING)" "Hit him, little Gaz." "We're nearly 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 look at a map?" "No." "Right." "well, this is you..." "This is Widnes, and this is the M6." "It's going to be your little friend." "You want to take him south to junction 21A, get on the M62 towards liverpool, junction 10." "follow the signs from there, Bob's your uncle, fanny's a rude word." "Thanks, Suzanne." "pleasure." "Going to Spike island?" "Yeah." "I'II keep my eyes peeled for you." "especially for you." "Oh, and do us a favour, will you?" "tell your thieving little bastard mates to put everything back, else I'II lock the door and get the Dobermans in." "LITTLE GAZ:" "That was your fault, 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 couldn't read it, could I?" "I thought they were individually wrapped biscuits." "(INDISTINCT BANTER)" "(ALL LAUGHING)" "(HORN HONKING)" "Roses!" "(BOYS CHEERING)" "(ALL LAUGHING)" "(HORN HONKING)" "DODGE:" "Hey, hey, Spike island!" "ZIPPY:" "We'II be there shortly!" "(ENGINE SPUTTERING)" "Here y'are, Zippy, turn it in." "What're you on about?" "You can't tap your feet while they're on the pedals." "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 well." "Might be a daft question, but have we got any juice in it?" "ZIPPY:" "Yeah." "It was full 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:" "climbing the van, clearly." "Why?" "Reconnaissance." "What?" "If we walk six fields northwest, there's a motorway running perpendicular." "I think it has to be the M6." "Come on!" "Are we really following 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 island!" "(FARTING)" "ALL:" "Oh!" "PENFOLD:" "Dirty bastard!" "(COUGHING)" "Zippy." "please tell me that's not your cock digging in my back." "I can't help it, it's the vibrations!" "For fuck's sake!" "(ALL LAUGHING)" "We're slowing down." "We must be nearly 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 little toe rags!" "(TALKING INDISTINCTLY)" "TITS:" "Come on, Pen, leg it!" "(PEOPLE SHOUTING)" "Shit!" "Where's PenfoId?" "Fucks knows!" "Pen?" "He couldn't have gone far." "Just look 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, lads!" "Fucking Mersey paradise!" "(ALL LAUGHING)" "(MERSEYPARADISE PLAYING)" "Rights, boys, Iet's have it!" "GUARD 1 :" "Right, tickets out, please." "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, lad, do it." "GUARD 2:" "Oh!" "You're in, you're in!" "GUARD 1 :" "Mate, hang on, how old are you?" "BOY:" "Eighteen." "Eighteen?" "I've got porn mags older than you!" "Cheese and Marmite together?" "On the same butty?" "That's fucking repellent." "Can I have it back, then?" "No." "Get to fuck, go on." "You all right, mate?" "I'm not your mate." "Tickets." "should be on the guest list." "Yeah, and I should be on the telly, lad." "Here you are, Sid, get on these." "Go ahead, whose list?" "Ibiza Ste's." "Who the fuck is Ibiza Ste?" "My brother." "Why d'you call him that?" "'Cause we've got the same mum and dad." "I mean "Ibiza Ste"?" "AII right, 'cause he lives in Ibiza and his name's Ste." "Oh, yeah, got it." "Nice one, yeah." "Boss name." "Yeah, he's a Manc legend!" "GUARD 3:" "A Manc Ieg-end, no less." "well, welcome to fucking Merseyside, son." "We don't know no Ibiza Ste and he hasn't got no fucking guest list." "Yeah, well, try Red Bricks Ste?" "He used to live there before he moved to Ibiza." "Stop it, will you?" "You'II ruin it for me when his autobiography comes out." "Try the Roses." "Mani." "I sort him out with hair gel." "(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, lads, in that case..." "BOTH:" "Fuck off!" "No tickets, no guest list, no entry, no chance." "Now fucking yabba-dabba-do one, dickheads!" "Go 'head, move!" "Do one, you beaut!" "well, that went well." "Can't believe he's never heard of Ibiza Ste." "I can." "There's got to be a fuck-up." "Yeah, there is." "He's called 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 lesson to all of you." "Yes!" "Here we go!" "liverpool 2, Man U..." "nil!" "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 girls." "MAN:" "nearly 3:45." "What the fuck was that?" "Some sort of animal?" "(SCOUSE ACCENT) Here y'are, lads, 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 still 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 all 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:" "would you get in a boat with this prick?" "Easy!" "Easy!" "WouIdn't even get in a lift 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 should probably get back to the main gate, you know." "PenfoId might be waiting for us." "ZIPPY:" "Might even see the girls turn up." "Or Ibiza Ste." "Oh, here we go, look 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 list, but..." "So were we, but..." "Listen, Dave, Iet's cut the bollocks, yeah?" "We all know you think we're shit dickheads, yeah?" "well, we think you're double shit dickheads." "But we're both bang into the Roses, so..." "If one of us spots a jib, we should probably give each other a shout or summat." "AII right, sound." "Sound." "In a bit." "In bits." "State of that tracksuit." "He looks like 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 motorola." "Then we could ring Ste." "Or the girls, 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 properly last night, Tits, instead of getting fucking caned or whatever you did." "shall I tell you what I done last 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 useless prick of a brother to sort out leaving a fucking pub and come to the hospital." "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 told me he was all right, you told 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 please stop pissing and moaning and get on with trying to get in." "DODGE:" "Oi, Tits!" "Tits!" "Listen, man!" "Tits!" "Are you all right?" "No, not really." "I've just been wandering around on my own like a lemon." "I lost the girls 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 all right?" "We still haven't got tickets." "Oh, shit!" "Yeah." "Shit." "well, I am not going in there on my own." "What?" "You'II miss the Roses?" "well, one of yous Iot could 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 only 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, well, get down the front, then, Dodge." "Just Iob it at Ian or John." "I'd mong it into the mud." "You're a miles 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 look like a right dog." "No, you don't." "Like a really 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 flattened the vehicle gate." "You can get across the bridge to them fields next to the fence." "In a bit!" "MAN:" "Hey, up you get!" "ZIPPY:" "tell you what, I couId do with a massive disco shit." "SALLY:" "Oh, that's hanging." "ZIPPY:" "Soz, but it's all the whizz and excitement." "TITS:" "Whoa!" "Watch your three-stripes there." "It's probably 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 clue." "(PEOPLE TALKING INDISTINCTLY)" "little cock-knockers!" "What?" "Can you see owt?" "No..." "We'II still be able 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 wall." "Wish I were 10 feet taller." "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" "You adore me" "You adore me" "Can we swap?" "No, mate." "hell, mate." "Keep still!" "I can't!" "I'm off me tits!" "(GROANS)" "TITS:" "Come here, you clown!" "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 clown?" "What?" "You must be fucking blind." "What's the matter?" "Nothing." "Dodge." "(STAMMERS) You do know you just called me Dodge." "That explains everything." "(CHUCKLES) No, I mean..." "Dodge is into you." "What?" "He's..." "He's never even spoke to me until tonight." "Yeah, I know." "But I'm being serious." "He has been since we were little kids." "Right." "Shit." "Okay." "What?" "And you haven't?" "Zippy, Tits and sally was always gonna happen." "It's only right that it's here, now." "Straight up?" "Straight back down again." "I remember you kissed me in the playground at Grey Bank Primary." "It made me feel double sick." "(CHUCKLES)" "I never even noticed your hair then." "I had no idea I'd end up...dancing with you." "No one fucking told me then that your hand had been made just spot on to fit in mine." "(CHUCKLES)" "Your laugh used to really annoy me." "Now it makes me feel like skinning up." "I should have just kissed you back then." "would have made all this miles 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 blowing away in the wind." "It was blowing it in here." "You should've heard Resurrection." "I did." "I was here for all of it." "Aye, aye!" "uncle Hairy?" "The very same." "You all right?" "literally never felt better." "You're covered in blood." "Yeah, I know." "It's not mine." "Got booted out, early doors, for fighting." "Best day of my Iife." "Are they my clothes?" "Yeah." "(TYRES SCREECH)" "You getting in the van?" "What van?" "That fucker." "Some cunt nicked mine." "(HORN HONKING)" "AII right, space travellers!" "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 tell you to meet us here, or what?" "PenfoId?" "We lost him hours ago." "He were bowling round back stage, piss-wet through." "He'd only swum the fucking Mersey." "The kid's a legend." "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, lads?" "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 call me?" "You heard me." "I called you a cunt." "Oops." "Major buzz-kiII." "Here y'are, lads, leave it out." "For fuck's sake, know what I mean?" "If Eric could see yous both now." "Does anyone fancy double dropping?" "Yeah, all right, yeah." "Lads, don't do this, not now." "Stay out of it, carlos." "I'd listen 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, little girl." "Lads, seriously." "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 looks like a fucking hairdresser." "He looks like 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 called again?" "The palaver." "cool name." "Yeah." "really cool." "Yeah." "I thought of it myself." "So, when are you on tour?" "couple of weeks." "ZIPPY:" "Tits, if this is a wind-up, it's not funny." "Check all your pockets again." "TITS:" "I have." "Twenty times." "It's got to be somewhere." "Yeah, somewhere on Spike island." "LITTLE GAZ:" "When did you last see it?" "When I tried giving it to Dodge." "When you fucked off with sally." "Don't be a dick." "I'm not a dick." "I'm not the one that's lost the tape, am I?" "AII right, for fuck's sake, Dodge, calm down." "It don't matter." "It's not the only 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 suddenly the twat?" "Tits is the one that's lost the tape." "He's the one that's naused it all up for us." "Fuck off, Dodge." "No, you fuck off." "The lot of you." "I am Shadow Caster." "If it weren't for me, there wouldn't even be a tape." "If it weren't for me, you'd still be learning your first chords." "Sorry, lads." "Fucking say sorry to me." "apologise to me, Tits." "'Cause that tape, the band..." "You know I can't do fuck-aII else." "well, 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 could even have taken it into the fucking gig." "You could have tried to get it to the band." "But you never." "You put it all on me, Iike you have done all our lives." "Even when you knew the score with me old man, you shot off into that gig without a thought for any twat other than you." "Next to him, you're the most selfish 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 beautiful 1 2 inches of vinyl ever produced." "It shimmers and jangles like sunshine and rain, sends shivers up your spine." "It's like..." "It's like, I don't know, Iike the Roses wrote that album just for me." "bollocks!" "(CHUCKLES)" "They wrote it just for me." "No, they wrote it for us." "(CHUCKLES)" "Are you all 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 palaver, I couId just do the tour and then we could do it again." "Make a new tape." "No." "It was only right at that moment in time." "You said it yourself, it was special, weren't it?" "It was perfect." "Just wouldn'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)"