♪ I wandered so aimless life filed with sin
♪ I wouldn't let my dear saviour in
♪ then Jesus came like a stranger in the night
♪ praise the lord, I saw the light
♪ I saw the light, I saw the light
♪ no more darkness no more night
♪ now I'm so happy no sorrow in sight
♪ praise the lord, I saw the light.
Once upon a time, in the city of belfast, there lived a boy named Terry, with a "y".
♪ I saw the light, I saw the light ♪ And everything in Terry's garden was rosy.
Well, nearly everything.
Fenian lovers!
f*ck off back to england!
Commie bastard!
Go on, get him.
My Dad's not a communist, he's a socialist!
And then Terry was Terri with an "I".
Is he gonna be blinded?
He's going to be fine. I'm afraid it will mean a glass eye.
He's just gonna see things differently.
What a f*cking nightmare!
Mind you your language.
And they call this a revolution?
Meanwhile, there was another day of rioting across the city, with petrol bombs...
Some people did call it a revolution.
Some people called it "the troubles", an equally useless word.
I'd been going out in this town since I was 15.
I saw Roy orbison at the ritz. I saw the rolling stones at the ulster hall.
I saw Dylan. I saw hendrix. I saw the who. The animals. I saw the kinks.
I saw everyone. Everyone who came to belfast, that is, and everyone did come.
Until they stopped coming.
Here.
I thought we said ten? Ten for the whole night.
That's you finished.
Why?
Why? Look around you.
Nobody wants to go out any more.
She does.
A proper record collection should have a track for every moment, and this was the moment for the shangri-Las.
Are you here on your own?
I was out for a walk and heard the music.
Thought I'd come in and see if it was as lively as it sounded.
It wasn't always like this.
There were nights you had to queue here just to get on the guest list.
I don't mean to be cheeky, but you don't look like a man with that many friends.
Hmm.
You wanna know the tRuth of it? I still have lots of friends.
Lots of anarchist friends, and marxist friends, and socialist friends, and pacifist friends, and feminist friends and...
Friends who were f*ck-all.
And then the first sh*t was fired, the first b*mb exploded, and suddenly I didn't have any more marxist or feminist or anarchist friends.
I just had catholic friends and protestant friends.
And I don't consider myself either. So...
So now nobody likes you?
So now I'm just a bit more choosy about my friends.
Anyway, you're one to talk. Where's your g*ng?
They don't like dancing as much as I do.
Have you a pen?
I'm an English student. It's compulsory.
Stick your name at the top of that.
Are you martian?
Stop it, it's Ruth. R-u-t-h.
Well, r-u-t-h, congratulations.
You're the first name on my new guest list.
D'you wanna come back to my mum and Dad's?
No. D'you wanna go back to my mum and Dad's?
No.
They say when you marry, you marry your partner's friends, too.
Eric told Ruth she'd get the arse end of that deal.
She laughed. I don't think he was joking.
Eric and I had been comrades since our teens.
It was one of those special bonds.
Part pharmaceutical, part philosophical.
See, what baffles me...
Jamaica and belfast have got so much in common.
Cops and soldiers giving people grief day in, day out.
Armed gangs wandering the streets, murdering people for f*ck-all.
Only they've got reggae, and what have we got?
Shite?
Utter shite.
We stood side by side against the dark forces on our streets, especially the ones who used to be our friends.
Marty. Ned.
Forgotten about those. No kiddin'?
Does it not get lonely being the last man standing?
Do your feet a favour, take 'em out dancing like you used to.
See you around.
f*cking hope not.
Ruth's friends, now, Dave and Marilyn? Dead odd people.
People you could talk to.
Tell you another thing I hate, that word "communities".
Whenever anybody in northern Ireland says "community", what they're really saying is "side".
You're dead right, it's false consciousness. - Whereas "collective"...
People of all religions and none working to a common end.
Er, mind your feet there, Dave.
Turk.
Don't tell me. It's Hank Williams birthday?
Roy Rogers'? Desperate Dan's?
Nice hat, Eric.
Terri. Are these all your clothes?
These are my clothes. All those are my records.
Terri. Where do you want them?
Back room for now. All of them?
Terri.
Just came round to tell you I'm clearing off to London for a while.
Don't take it so hard. You're still special.
Got lifted the other night.
Couple of our old anti-w*r pals were there.
That fucker Marty?
No, the other crowd.
Except, of course, they're all a bit more pro-w*r these days.
f*ck me!
Told me I was lucky it wasn't a b*llet.
For what? Dealing a bit of blow? It's not the dr*gs.
It was me. It's you, Terri.
They let on like they're rebels.
But we show them up to be just cops in balaclavas.
They want us off the streets.
You are everything to me.
I'll settle for being the most important.
And who could argue with that? It was so simple.
Swap rings, get a mortgage, normal life.
I forgot, though, where we were living and what was passing for normality.
Just leave him. Get in, will ya?
Terri, you say you knew this fella?
From the '60s.
He was a prick back then and he's a prick now.
Only now he's a prick with a g*n.
D'you think maybe it's time we got out of here?
That's what they expect! That's what they want!
Terri?
Say that again. I wanna open a record shop.
On great Victoria street?
b*mb alley?
Aye, you'll have to use a bit of imagination.
So, wholefood shop down here, I'll have the people's printing press on the top floor and your shop here in the middle.
f*cking brilliant!
Do you know how long it's been since I had someone in here telling me he wanted to open something?
I don't suppose you've any collateral?
I wouldn't get my hopes up.
These people won the nobel prize, Dave.
One million pounds to promote peace and love in northern Ireland.
I and I is bringing reggae to the people of belfast.
Good luck.
One love.
f*cking hippies!
It's thought that these 10 became targets for revenge following the sh**ting dead of three Roman catholics from the same area in a bar on Saturday night.
Following the murders, the mother of one of the victims appealed for no retaliation, but despite that appeal, retaliation was swift.
Politicians across the divide have expressed their condemnation of...
What's that? I got a job.
Fears of further revenge att*cks. The murders are further evidence...
Truant officer? Don't say anything.
On either side are far from over.
To date, more than 1,000 people have been k*lled in the troubles, many in circumstances that should remind the t*rrorists claims that they have no wish to harm innocent people.
The question of a...
You haven't anything a bit more substantial?
You mean like a house?
It was pretty straightforward. The 40 quid swung it.
But here, I might be home a bit late. I've a wee problem to sort out first.
Hello? Marty? Terri hooley.
There were people in our town who sh*t people because of their religion.
There were people in our town that sh*t people because of their politics, or because of something they'd said or something someone said they'd said.
There were people who sh*t people to make sure their g*ns were working right.
Why doesn't everybody sit down?
Some of those people were sitting in that bar when I walked in.
And some more of them had walked in behind me.
You know the old saying about the devil and the long spoon?
Thought for a bunch of c**ts like you a few lps ought to do the trick.
Well, don't all dive in at once.
Stick it out.
Right, now, everybody happy?
Okay. Now, can I ask you something in return?
See, when this shop opens, there's to be no coming round looking a donation for the republican prisoners or the loyal orange widows.
Oh, and another thing, there's to be no trying to k*ll me.
Anybody.
Now, what about one for the road?
That was some performance there, son.
I try my best. Mmm-hmm.
You see them ones there, you don't need to worry about them.
Even the crazies remember a time before it was like this.
It's the ones coming up behind that you need to look out for.
It'll take more than a few lps to buy them off.
You underestimate my record collection. Mmm?
Yeah, right.
Cheers!
Are you actually open?
Aye, we're open.
What's your name? Pugwash.
Pugwash, get that down you. Cheers.
I was sure there were people like us around.
They'd just fallen down the cracks.
But we had reggae on our side, and country, and folk, and blues, and rockabilly and every kind of crazy, brave and beautiful record on our shelves.
It was only a matter of time before we smoked 'em out.
Great choice!
Too many saviours on my cross.
It'd have been wasted on him anyhow, Terri.
You're probably right.
That's right, missus.
And if you've got any sense...
I said if you've got any sense, you'll boycott the place.
Right.
Don't let the name fool you.
"Good vibrations."
Naked capitalism is what it is!
f*ck's sake, Dad!
Hey. Boys!
Run!
Just the one today, Terri.
Ah, pugwash, beehives and teenage su1c1de.
We obviously share the same taste in women.
Three pound.
Have you orgasm addict?
I think you've got the wrong shop. Buzzcocks?
Definitely the wrong shop. f*ck off?
What? - "If you don't wanna f*ck me, f*ck off."
The electric chairs.
I thought this was supposed to be a record shop.
I'll order them. Mmm-hmm.
Now, here you go. Hot off the press.
Here, stick that up for us.
A gig? Who's putting this on?
Us.
And those records? Where are you hearing all this stuff?
Peel. John peel?
Last time I heard, he was playing pink Floyd.
Sorry, boys.
If I'd known you were gonna drag me down here, I'd never have printed that thing.
You know they used the pound as a morgue on bloody Friday?
f*ck's sake, Dave.
There'll be nobody there!
♪ You're talking sh*t
♪ oh, baby, baby, can't you see the light?
♪ You're just talking about somebody else's life
♪ you're such a bore can't stand you no more
♪ think I'm gonna throw up in your face
♪ you're a disease, babe you're a disease
♪ you're a disease, babe, your face a disease
♪ I don't wanna catch
♪ you're a disease, babe, you're a disease
♪ you're a disease, babe, your face a disease
♪ I don't wanna catch! ♪
We're the outcasts. Thank you very much!
Cops!
Ah, yes, the royal ulster constabulary.
The boys in battle green.
We had a bit of history, them and me.
You see, if we find so much as two cigarette papers in the same room, it will be an ex-record shop.
Of course, they had some serious sh*t to be dealing with out on the streets of belfast.
You'd have thought their hands would have been full.
Pinkie, that your own hair? Let's see some ID, love.
What age are you? 18.
Mmm-hmm, and what's your name?
Excuse me, officer. I'd like to report a civil w*r outside.
Step away!
No, no, no, you take your time.
The sh**t, the bombings, the intimidation, that can all wait while you smell her breath to see if she's been drinking.
Right, you three, stay where you are.
As for you, I've warned you once already. Step away!
Right, so...
We hate the cops.
We hate the cops.
S- s r-u-c! S-s r-u-c!
S- s r-u-c! S-s r-u-c!
S- s r-u-c! S-s r-u-c! S-s r-u-c!
♪ You drive your daddy's car
♪ but you drove us all too far
♪ you got so many friends
♪ but they'll see you in the end
♪ big time, you ain't no friend of mine
♪ big time, you ain't no friend of mine
♪ you've always got some money
♪ but you never buy the drinks
♪ you always dress so slick and neat
♪ and everybody thinks
♪ big time, you ain't no friend of mine
♪ big time, you ain't no friend of mine
♪ big time, you ain't no friend of mine
♪ big time, you ain't no friend of mine
♪ you're just big, big time
♪ you are just big, big time ♪
Rudi! Rudi! Rudi! Rudi!
You might be needing this.
Boys, where have you been all my life?
Do we know you?
Terri hooley. I run a record shop, and that big time song...
♪ Big time, you ain't no friend... ♪ I want that in my shop.
You can want all you like. Uh-huh.
You mean you haven't recorded it?
Recorded it, aye.
Who's gonna come to belfast to sign us?
Just the way it is. We don't care.
f*ck's sake! Raise your expectations!
I'll do it, I'll put it out.
You're pissed. So what?
I'll put that record out. How?
I dunno. How hard can it be?
Whatever you think, mate.
I'll be in touch next week, fellas. You're making a record!
You can't just go charging into something like that!
Anyway, we're meant to be a collective.
We are. You're printing the sleeves.
Here, will you record us, too?
I'm not that f*cking pissed.
You'll never believe what I've just seen!
These kids, they don't give a sh*t!
You have to hear them!
Now? What time is it?
I don't know. 4:00.
You have to hear them.
Everybody has to hear them.
Right.
Have you still your shoes on?
Everybody.
♪ Praise the lord, I saw the light
♪ I saw the light, I saw the light
♪ no more darkness no more night
♪ I am so happy no sorrow in sight ♪ I finally understood what converted peel from pink Floyd and all that prog rock sh*t.
John peel. Greatest radio dj of all time.
He got what it was all about.
"The revolutionary power of the 7" single.
That's why all the big companies'll tell you there's a secret to making 'em.
Come on, it'll be brilliant.
Aye, okay. Christ.
Are you the owner?
He just nipped out.
I phoned earlier. Terri hooley.
So when can you fit us in?
I don't know, we're pretty busy.
Oh, you're joking me?
We've a couple of flute bands coming in next week and a jingle for cheese-and-onion crisps.
Is that what you had in mind when you started up?
Flute bands and crisp commercials?
Times we live in.
I have to put the dinner on the table somehow.
And what about your, er, rock-and-roll soul?
How do you feed that?
I can give you an hour on Tuesday after next. 10:00 okay?
In the morning?
Come on, we're music people.
Zoot sims, dreams. This brings back memories.
Amazing, isn't it? Bit of cardboard and some pressed plastic.
All that magic, 14p.
14p to buy? 14p to make yourself.
That's recording.
Wall-of-sound production values,
top-of-the-range pressing facilities
and the sleeves are taken care of.
14p? And we sell 'em for 50p.
How many were you thinking of doing?
3,000.
Trust me.
Up your hole, emi.
Oh, I thought you were sending it to emi and polydor?
I know, but up their hole anyway.
We made it. We cracked the code. We did it without them.
Out of my way!
Look at that!
We'd made the records.
Now all we had to do was convince 3,000 people to buy them.
It was northern Ireland. Some resistance was to be expected.
There was still a circuit of sorts.
I know what you're thinking, but don't be fooled by the collars and the sideburns.
These guys had balls.
This guy ended up in thin lizzy.
This guy ended up in wings.
These guys...
You're barred.
You can't bar us! We've never even been in here before.
Well, for giving me lip, you're definitely barred now.
I know people. I could have you sh*t.
I know the same people you know.
I could have you sent to bed without your supper.
You're laughing now, but I swear to f*ck sooner or later I'm gonna get you.
Power to the people.
Right, back to business.
What, them squirrely-looking bastards you see glue-sniffing in cornmarket?
Doesn't "punk" mean "fruit", anyway?
I don't want that kind of carry-on here.
And they all have their own place. They've got that shite-hole, the pound.
One night a week. They need a place to call their own.
Better stage than the pound, and all.
How many does this place hold on a good night?
How the f*ck would I remember?
I can. About 200.
Some of these kids are only wee.
I'd say 250, once the word spreads.
Three or four nights a week.
D'you know what this place is starting to remind me of?
What?
Itself.
Pass us the salt there.
Please.
Please. This is lovely.
Oh, the potatoes are George's own.
You should get him to take you round the garden after dinner.
So you're a shop owner and a record-company boss now, are you?
How's your work going?
Break your heart, some of those estates.
There's kids in their teens have already given up.
This is the same man that used to march round the town with me, shouting, "property is theft! Property is theft!"
Catch yourself on, Dad. It's not like you think.
All I've promised these kids is to get them heard.
I've sent the record out to every record company in London.
And?
And I'm still waiting on them getting back to me.
Of course you are.
It's the most rotten industry there is.
Bribes, payola, cartels.
Get involved in that, you'll either end up a crook or you'll go broke.
I'll never be a crook. - It's the parents need the talking-to, isn't it?
Not the kids. The kids'll only go as far as they're let.
Actually, I'm taking a couple of groups out on the road next month.
What? Just a few dates.
It's just to let people see what's going on here.
Are you sure it's wise driving a van round this country at night?
Look at those poor fellas that got m*rder*d.
Oh, don't talk to him. He's an impresario.
The lew grade of great Victoria street.
How many elections is it you've lost, anyway?
Ten?
Did it ever occur to you there might be more than one alternative?
More gravy, anyone?
Watch your step, lads.
Are these the rudi roadies?
Ha-f*cking-ha. Meet your new label-mates.
You've changed your tune.
Well, I'll have grown old waiting on them changing theirs.
Anyone else coming on this tour?
Tearjerkers. Can we come?
These two. Let's go.
Uncle Terri! Yeah!
Cheeky bastards.
Wait. Does anybody know how to drive this f*cking thing?
We're your f*cking stars. You can't ask us to drive.
Yeah!
Where the f*ck are we?
We're on the road to damascus.
Hello, damascus, we're rudi.
♪ Watching you is what I got to do
♪ to ensure my piece of mind
♪ every day and every single night
♪ I have to keep a watch on you
♪ I spy, I spy you ♪ walking down the street
♪ I spy, I spy him ♪ it's just a lie
♪ ah, ah, ah
♪ ah, ah, ah
♪ ah, ah, ah
♪ ah, ah, ah
♪ to meet a friend that's what you expect
♪ to meet a friend for old time's sake
♪ I spy, I spy you ♪ walking down the street
♪ I spy, I spy him ♪ it's just a lie ♪
People keep handing me these f*cking things.
They wouldn't be doing that if they knew what happened to big time.
Or what didn't happen.
Hasn't happened yet. I'm still waiting on calls from London.
Maybe when we get back. Wait till you see.
I don't know where half of them came from.
Everybody out of the f*cking van! Ah, Jesus.
Out, out, out! Everybody out!
I said f*cking out! Put your hands up!
Whoa!
Put your hands up! Whoa.
Search 'em, lads.
What the f*ck have we here, eh?
A f*cking scarecrow convention?
Listen, fellas, we've just been playing a few dates.
We're on our way back home to belfast. - Oh, yeah?
And where are you all from in belfast?
East. West.
East. South.
South. North.
Hey, are you taking the Mick, Mick?
You're telling me some of these f*ckers are protestant and some of them are catholic?
Never occurred to me to ask.
You ever think of setting up a political party?
You don't wanna know what I think of political parties.
You don't wanna know what we do, either.
All right, let 'em back on their bus.
Right, boys, back on board.
Jesus.
We're getting reports on the radio.
You might wanna watch yourselves going west into belfast.
And north. Bit of trouble in the east as well.
What about the South?
You should be okay if you get going now.
Any calls while I was away?
Nothing.
What's it take to get noticed by these wankers?
Don't f*cking start.
Well?
"Dear Mr. hooley, go f*ck yourself. " Again.
I thought making the record was supposed to be the hard part.
Ah, that's belfast. No. It's London.
May as well be the moon.
Look, Terri, you've still got the shop. Maybe it's time to let this go.
Yeah, maybe.
Youse looking for something? Aye, you.
Billy here sent you a tape ages ago. The undertones.
And we haven't heard a thing. I've a shop to run. I'm a busy man.
Have you listened to it yet?
Great. We trek all the way down here from derry and you haven't even listened to it?
I didn't say that. Jesus, you derry ones.
So did you like it?
It wasn't bad. Wasn't bad?
Now, there's no way that you listened to it, then, because every song on that tape's a hit.
It's too early in the morning for this sh*t. Where's my fags?
Have youse any fags?
Call yourselves punks?
Have you any fags? I smoked 'em all on the bus.
Steer the ship while I'm away, pugwash.
I still think you're bluffing.
Bluffing?
Does your ma still dress you?
Look, the thing is... What d'you say your name was?
Feargal. Feargal sharkey.
Feargal, the thing is, good vibrations isn't really a proper label.
If we don't get a record out soon, it'll be too late.
We're breaking up.
Oh, now don't lay that on me.
Look, all I wanted was to open a record shop.
Yeah, but you put out rudi.
I know, but that was... And the outcasts.
♪ I'm a little intellectual someone who knows it all
♪ I could be your summer special you could be my New York doll
♪ my doll
♪ my doll ♪
Stop, stop, stop...
All I'm getting in here is echo, echo, echo.
Hard going?
Never been in a proper studio till two hours ago, and now they're all Phil spector.
So what do you think?
Are we just gonna cut our losses here?
Cut our losses?
You didn't hear the track before this one.
It's the best thing I ever recorded.
The best thing anyone in this city ever recorded.
Stop staring at us like that.
You mad, one-eyed bastard.
Thank you all for answering the call.
Right, now, are you watching?
You line the record up with the top edge like this.
Then fold along the bottom line like this.
Then fold down here and fold down here.
And there you have it.
Magic.
Again, here. Here. Here. And here.
Right?
Now, let's get started.
I think you've enough in there.
Just in case.
Calm. You'll be grand.
I'm glad you think so.
They'll never have met anyone like you.
I know I hadn't.
Still haven't.
I just don't wanna give them any excuse. - You won't.
Gotta get in to work.
Ruth was right. It was only London.
And what's London ever given us?
Apart from ray Davies.
And Joe meek. And John lydon.
And the clash. And, er, f*ck, abbey road.
Holy f*ck.
I know.
Amazing how far a bit of charm and labyrinthine narcotics connections will get a young man.
Have you had a lot of dealings with the music people?
f*ck's sake, Terri.
That's like asking a vet if he's had his hand up a cow's arse.
Hey, something to help you on your way?
Better not. Can't afford to f*ck this up.
You'll f*ck it up if you're too tense.
You need to go in there like you mean it.
Good point.
Where are the g*ns? Sorry?
The g*ns, the bombs, the tanks. Tanks?
And the rage? I get told, "here's a punk band from belfast."
Derry! I think, "great."
"No more pissing around. This is gonna be darkness."
"Proper darkness."
And then I get this.
Nihilism.
If anything, sounds like they're having too good a time.
They're no oil paintings, are they? No.
Do they have any good-looking friends?
And we love it when bands sing in regional accents.
But could they not pick another region?
It's sh*t. sh*t?
Yes, sh*t. It's not sh*t.
Yes, it is. Isn't.
Is! It's not!
Is. No.
This... this, this is sh*t!
Cathy, get security up here now!
This, this here... This one, this is sh*t!
And this! This one, this really is f*cking sh*t!
sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t, sh*t!
Fascist pigs! n*zi f*cking bastards!
Here.
Take it. No, thank you.
Take it!
What is wrong with you people?
Is there not one person in this city who recognises genius when it's handed to them?
It's just that all packages have to be signed in.
Security.
It's a piece of vinyl.
New regulations.
Well, can you not just sign for it?
I'm afraid not.
I've come all the way over from belfast, and to tell you the tRuth, I've f*cked up a bit today.
Sorry.
Please.
No.
Terri? Terri hooley?
I don't believe it.
Me neither.
Is this man a friend of yours?
I was doing a story in belfast at new year and, er, wandered into his record shop.
He had a 13th floor elevators album.
Easter everywhere.
International artists deleted it after the year it was released.
I'd searched all over London for it.
What are you doing here?
So, yes, that's one from the temple city kazoo orchestra, which I'm dedicating to anyone with a dog or who is feeling down.
This is BBC radio 1, the John peel radio show...
I can't listen to this.
It's only been four nights.
It's my fault.
I should have run up those stairs and handed it over myself.
Would have been worth being arrested.
Did it ever occur to you I might be listening to that?
Get all of this stuff out of the morning papers, incidentally.
Terri.
Terri!
You missed it.
Isn't that the best thing you've ever heard?
It's so good I'm gonna do something I've never done before.
♪ Are teenage dreams so hard to b*at?
♪ Every time she walks down the street
♪ another girl in the neighbourhood
♪ wish she was mine, she looks so good
♪ I wanna hold her, wanna hold her tight
♪ get teenage kicks right through the night ♪
Hello? Dave!
I know, isn't it fantastic? Twice in a row.
John f*cking peel!
♪ I wanna hold you, wanna hold you tight
♪ get teenage kicks right through the night
♪ are teenage dreams so hard to b*at?
♪ Every time she walks down the street
♪ another girl in the neighbourhood
♪ wish she was mine, she looks so good
♪ I wanna hold her, wanna hold her tight
♪ get teenage kicks right through the night ♪ Terri, there's a fella on the phone says he's from sire records in London.
Terri? The fella's hanging on here.
Tell him, if he wants to talk to me, he can come over here and do it.
Seymour Stein was knocked out by kicks.
Kicks?
He turned to me straight away and said, "I want that band."
That's how he was with the ramones... "I want that band."
Well, I tell you, Paul, you don't have to sell Seymour Stein to me.
This is the man the shangri-Las phoned when they wanted to go back into the studio.
You know that all came to nothing.
But still, they called him. The shangri-Las!
Seymour! I've got the band here.
I'm passing you over to... Mickey.
Mickey.
How are you, Mr. Stein?
Aye, Paul told us about the offer.
Well, tell you the tRuth, we'd be looking at a bit more.
What? How much more? A lot more.
Same as the rich kids got from emi.
Rich kids, emi? You know what I'm offering you...
Hey, we've come all the way over here to make a deal...
What are you talking about? And we want to make a deal.
Should you not be in there advising us?
You boys should be advising me.
I thought for a moment back there the whole thing was off.
Never seen him quite so angry.
Well, you got your band, didn't you?
What about you, Terri? What about me?
Well, you recorded kicks. It's on your label.
You've got the wrong idea about me, Paul.
People who wouldn't piss on me when I was hauling the record around London have been calling me up, offering me £20,000 for it.
Told them all to f*ck off.
Twenty thousand?
Well, we can talk about this later.
We can talk about it now.
Getty's as much a part of good vibrations as I am. They all are.
How much is that van you were looking at, getty?
550, but I reckon I can get him down to 500.
All right then, Paul. 500 quid.
Are you sure you don't wanna talk about it later?
Five hundred quid and a signed photo of the shangri-Las.
Okay.
It's like my Dad used to say, "if they can't buy you, they can't own you."
And it's not like that song was mine. Teenage kicks didn't belong to me.
It belonged to everybody.
And anyway, rudi and the outcasts were gonna be even bigger.
Well, weren't they?
First time in, undertones and teenage kicks.
Does that make you think a wee bit of the beach boys?
Makes me think of that large hole in Terri's bank account.
You're starting to sound like an accountant.
You're turning me into one.
Look at the state of those trousers.
How come they're on TV and we're not?
You write some new songs and I'll get you on TV.
Better be getting on here, anyway.
Me, too.
Aye, hold on.
Terri hooley?
Yeah.
The godfather of belfast punk?
We would like to make an interview with you.
So it all started for you in 1977-'76?
No, no, no, no, no, no, no, way before that.
Here. Wait till I tell you. It's in the '60s.
Auf wiedersehen, guys.
Brought you your lunch.
Thanks.
About last night.
You know me, once I get started.
Why d'you think I never let you get started?
I'm pregnant.
Well?
I'm gonna be a daddy.
It's unbelievable.
That's brilliant.
D'you remember the day we moved into the house?
You told me I was everything. And you didn't want to be.
That's not what I said.
I said...
You'd settle for being the most important thing.
From now on, we'll both have to settle for being the second most important.
The first time you're told you're gonna be a father, in the middle of all that joy and excitement and anticiPation, who doesn't shite themselves, too?
But it was all gonna be absolutely fine.
All I had to do was work twice as hard, and make sure nothing fell through the cracks.
♪ Every time I see you it makes me realise
♪ the pressure's on
♪ every single day
♪ the pressure's on
♪ every single day.
This is, er, Terri hooley.
Yes, that Terri hooley.
Well, that's very nice of you to say so.
I've been watching your show. Some decent bands on.
Come on. How about putting on a really great one?
Brian, got some great news.
♪ The pressure's on
♪ every single day.
Youse over from London? Yeah.
Brilliant. Youse want a drink?
Hey, couple of pints of horse piss, please.
♪ The pressure's on
♪ every single day
♪ the pressure's on
♪ every single day
♪ the pressure's on for me and you
♪ the pressure's on me and you
♪ the pressure's on me and you
♪ the pressure's on me and you ♪
How did you manage that?
What are you crying about? Didn't I say I'd get you on TV?
Aye, to promote the record.
Where's the f*cking record?
Did you phone the pressing plant? Did they get the master?
Those useless bastards.
You knew months ago we were gonna be on.
All you had to do was put the record out on time.
All?
I've the shop.
The harp.
You lot. The outcasts.
Bank manager breathing down my neck.
Oh, oh, and a wife who's about to have a baby any day now.
It was our big chance, and you f*cked it up.
Come on to f*ck out of this.
You going after them?
Am I f*ck! I'm going to the siouxsie gig.
That's not for another six hours.
Didn't say I was going straight to the siouxsie gig.
Would you not be better going home first?
"My wife about to have a baby any day."
The prison officer's m*rder has been claimed by the ira in retaliation for what it calls the inhuman treatment of their colleagues in the maze prison.
Loyalist paramilitaries, meantime, have threatened to step up their att*cks on the catholic population.
Now, two years ago, troubles sparked between police and fans when London punk rock band, the clash, came to the ulster hall.
Tonight, the venue plays host to another London band...
How are you, Ruth? Terri?
No, you just missed him, love. He was here all afternoon.
Hostilities between punk-music fans and the authorities, or have things moved on in the interim?
Our reporter, David kappa, is outside the hall with belfast's own punk godfather, Terri hooley.
I have to laugh at the great and good when they talk about punks being a menace to society.
We should be thanking 'em, not hassling them.
These kids aren't the problem for belfast.
These kids are the solution.
Please pick up.
Getty? Are you not at the gig?
You have to come and get me.
Getty? This baby's coming.
Just a couple more minutes, Ruth. Look, I can see the gates.
How long have you been here?
Ten minutes.
You should have woken me.
Sleep when the baby sleeps, that's what my mum says.
What do you think?
She looks like her mummy.
She's gorgeous. This is your daddy.
He's an old charmer.
Do you wanna hold her?
My hands are shaking too much. Probably drop her.
It's just nerves.
I couldn't get the champagne, Terri, but if you shake this, it'll pop to f*ck.
Right, that's it. Out, out, all of you.
Right now. Out. Thank you. Out, please.
Move! - I can't believe you brought them with you.
Sure, they're practically family.
But they're not, Terri.
We're your family.
I can't do this any more. I need to get out of belfast for a while.
Out of belfast?
A friend of Marilyn's has a house in Helen's bay.
Are you telling me you're leaving me?
I'm telling you everything's different now.
I love being with you.
But I'm not afraid to do this on my own if I have to.
You won't have to.
Terri! Terri! Terri!
I need you to get those lads off my ward this minute!
I have to go.
You do.
Belfast this afternoon...
Since 1969.
Five deaths are confirmed...
Were blown to pieces. Others lost limbs...
Will continue their att*cks against so-called economic...
More than five thousand b*mb explosions...
The security forces...
Hello? Ruth?
Hello?
Ruth.
You're drinking too much.
Dave, I always drink too much.
Everybody we know drinks too much.
Well, this is different. There's something...
Something what?
You're carrying on like one of led zeppelin.
That's low.
Anything else you'd like to say while you're about it?
I just think we have to try to hold things together.
Oh, do we?
And will you tell us when we can take a piss, Dave?
Or scratch our f*cking arse?
Stalinist.
Stalinist?
Your Dad's right.
What are you talking about, my Dad?
You take on too much because you love the glory.
You're not a socialist at all. You're a one-man f*cking show.
T - e - r - r capital I.
Forgot your Brandy.
Your situation is really quite grave.
It's not just the overdraft.
It's the accrued interest on the original loan.
It's your tax returns.
I can't stress it enough.
You are in real danger of defaulting.
You risk losing the shop and your collateral.
Ruth.
Our house.
For God's sake, Terri, why didn't you tell me?
All those mornings...
Kids running away... The f*cking rain.
I was telling myself, "this is all right."
"This was what allowed us to open the shop."
And all the time...
It was our house. It was one moment.
I wasn't thinking.
I never thought.
I just did it.
It's the same as with big time, I just did it.
Same as with the tour, I just did it.
Teenage kicks, the harp, I just did it.
It's how I operate. It's who I am.
And you know what?
I haven't done too badly.
Open your eye, Terri.
We saw your light on.
Thought I told you you were barred.
f*ck away off and find some old ladies to frighten.
You're very funny. Isn't he, hatchett?
Isn't he very funny? Oh, aye.
Actually, this is a business call.
Me and hatchett's in a band now.
Aren't we, hatchett? We are.
Tight wee unit.
f*ck's sake! Behave.
Thought you might be in interested in our demo tape.
We were gonna call it the only good wog's a dead wog, and then we thought, the only good taig...
And then we thought, the only good one's a dead one.
Covered pretty much everything.
I'd sooner sell bog rolls than n*zi shite like that.
You'll sell what I tell you to sell.
I'm used to getting me own way.
Ask the fellas you used to say would put me to bed.
You made such a big deal about not letting me in here.
And look at it. It's f*ck-all. You're f*ck-all.
You're f*cking lost.
Open your eye.
Very funny. The other one.
That must have been some door.
What was it, a car ferry?
Don't suppose there's any point in me mentioning the police?
They'd probably wanna buy the door a drink.
I never knew a wee boy as bad at keeping his head out of harm's way.
And what does Ruth think about all this?
Here.
Did your mother send you out with that?
Thought I'd better offer before she put the window in.
She's getting herself worked up about me and Ruth.
She has very strong views on marriage.
She wouldn't have stayed with me all these years otherwise.
You remember that dig you had at me about all those elections?
Dad, look, I'm... It wasn't ten.
It was 12.
The returning officer used to say if I was a horse, they would have sh*t me after the sixth.
But do you know what?
I have friends and comrades living all over this city.
And do you know what else?
In every election I increased my vote.
Victory doesn't always look the way other people imagine it.
Right.
Couple of apologies are in order.
Brian, do you wanna start? Who...
I'm only messing you.
Dave?
I hold my hand up.
I've taken me eye off the ball, but there's no time to argue.
It's time to focus.
We got a gig to organise.
A gig? A good vibrations gig.
A fundraiser? Yeah, a fundraiser.
No harm to you, Terri, but unless you're charging a hundred quid a head, I don't think a night at the harp's gonna save you.
Who said anything about the harp?
At the pound, then.
Ooh, the students union.
Try ulster hall.
Why not?
Well, because the ulster hall holds 2,000 people.
I know how many people it holds. I've been in it often enough.
Okay, we'll call in favours.
We'll get siouxsie back to headline.
Oh, f*ck it, er, we'll call the clash, stiff little fingers...
f*cking show bands. We don't need them.
It's a good vibrations gig. It's gonna be good vibrations bands.
Terri, we're talking 2,000 people. Be realistic.
What?
Like you were realistic when you brought us round this place?
How many posters do you think you'll need?
We're f*cking back!
Northern Ireland, for reasons best known to itself, is the last great stronghold of the punk world.
The ulster hall bill tonight represents the largest-ever gathering here of homebred punk and new wave bands on one stage.
Where the f*ck is everyone?
It'll be all right. They'll come.
You know we've hardly sold a ticket?
It's John f*cking peel. Always nice to get the full name.
I can't believe you're here.
You gave me the best two minutes and 28 seconds of my life.
How could I not come?
I'm just glad I got here in one piece.
Rough journey? Oh, no, the flight was fine.
I mean getting through the doors of this place.
You mean you haven't had a look out the front?
Can you not just throw the doors open?
I'd be within my rights to shut them altogether.
Half of them are full drunk and the other half are trying to run in without paying.
Terri!
Hey, he's on the guest list.
Come on, move your arse!
What about my mates?
Hurry up, hurry up.
It's too many. Ah, don't worry, it'll be fine.
Jesus Christ.
Rudi! Rudi! Rudi!
You're a good audience.
People always say belfast is the best audience.
And now here's your best band.
The outcasts.
♪ I was born in 1959
♪ I see no point being alive
♪ I see no point in keeping clean
♪ I see no point in anything
♪ mummy always seemed to be there
♪ to wash and scrub little Jackie's hair
♪ to pick the dandruff from his scalp
♪ and give him pills when he's ill
♪ mummy doesn't seem to realise
♪ little Jackie is now a problem child
♪ she asks the doctor, "what's wrong with him?"
♪ The doctor says
♪ another teenage rebel
♪ another spotty problem kid
♪ another teenage rebel.
Cool, Terri, great night. All right, Terri? Thanks, mate.
♪ Another teenage rebel ♪ Isn't it incredible?
It's f*cking unbelievable.
Best night ever. Terri, we've made a loss.
We have packed out the ulster hall and we've somehow made a f*cking loss.
Your man at the front says you had the longest guest list in the hall's entire history.
Longer than all the other guest lists put together, and all of it, apparently, carried in your head.
Terri.
The whole point of tonight was to raise money for your shop.
No, Dave.
No, it wasn't, not the whole point.
Money couldn't buy what we've just done.
You and your guest lists.
I'm sorry.
Sure, it's only bricks.
Terri! Terri! Terri!
You're wanted.
But you still owe me 40 quid.
I've made some bad decisions in my life.
I haven't been on the winning side very often.
But there were no winning sides back then. So...
Like my Dad said, the trick was to get yourself on the right side.
The side of the angels.
Hey, Terri is our leader. Terri is our...
No leaders. No godfathers.
Thank you for coming.
When I look out at youse all gathered here, it confirms something I've always felt.
When it comes to punk, New York has the haircuts, London has the trousers, but belfast has the reason!
Good vibrations isn't a record shop.
It's not a label.
It's a way of life!
We're gonna do an old Sonny Bono number...
Because we f*cking can.
♪ Why can't I
♪ be like any guy?
♪ Why do they try to make me run?
♪ Son of a g*n
♪ what do they care
♪ about the clothes I wear?
♪ Why get their kicks from making fun?
♪ Well, this world's got a lot of space
♪ and if they don't like my face
♪ it ain't me who's going anywhere
♪ no, for I don't care
♪ if they laugh at me
♪ if that's the fare
♪ I have to pay to be free, then, baby
♪ laugh at me
♪ and I'll cry for you
♪ and I'll pray for you
♪ and I'll do all the things
♪ that the man upstairs says to do
♪ I'll do it all for you
♪ I'll do it all for you
♪ it's gotta stop someplace
♪ it's gotta stop sometime
♪ laugh at me ♪
Good Vibrations (2012)
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