Control Edit

A bit tall, bit odd, but yeah.

A bunch of cool pricks, that's what I say.

A cloud hangs over me

A fuckin' bloke gets fuckin' stabbed Waitin' for a fuckin' cab

A neurologist specialist at Macclesfield General.

A rainbow in the sky

Acne, overgrowth of the gums,

Ah, here we are. It's a girl.

All my love... Ian.

All New York City's broken hearts

All right, Ian?

All right, Ian. Yeah, good, yeah.

All right, lads?

All right, love?

All right?

All right?

Am I fuck, man?

Am I? Why is that?

AmbuIance, please.

An Ideal for Living. And that wraps it up for tonight.

And blurred vision.

And cut deals without a phone, you daft cunt?

And how it affects me.

And I could wish my days to be

And I could wish my days to be

And I don't know if I can.

And I felt love for the car and somebody kicked my car.

And I said, um, that we'd go. 'Cause Mum and Dad can look after Natalie.

And it folds up to hold the record.

And now I'm freezing.

And secrets would be mine

And some warped truthfulness as seen through other people's eyes

And steering away from alcohol.

And that one doesn't, 'cause it's broke.

And that would be just fine

And that's it, babyface!

And they wear blue.

And watch telly.

And what about Annik? She loves you. You love her.

And what the fuck can I do for you? Need some money, a place to crash?

And while some things are beyond my understanding,

And you don't know where he is.

And you know it.

And, most importantly, we both fly the flag for the Republic of Manchester.

And, uh, she's invited us to her flat warming party.

And... are there any side effects?

Annik Honore, bonjour.

Annik? Hola.

Annik. Different.

Answer me, Ian! Don't ignore me!

Anybody, please?

Apparently they tear up the stage and kick off mid set.

Are currently out of baIance.

Are they working?

Are you asking?

Are you being serious?

Are you comin'?

Are you sure you want to do this?

As usual, I know fuck all.

As your supervisor I do need you to have a think about it, all right?

Back in a minute, OK?

Be a lot less shite if we could find a singer who could sing.

Because you haven't put us on television.

Because... if you did...

Been a bit busy.

Before and after the combustion reaction has occurred.

Before my eyes all times of the day and night.

Behind the hot dog counter. How does that sound?

Being called something like "the Buzzcocks".

Belgian Embassy.

Best gig I've ever been to.

Bit of a drama queen, isn't he?

Blue. Man City blue.

Bound each to each

Bound each to each by natural piety

But can now see everything falling to pieces before my eyes.

But he can seem a bit distant to people he don't know. Trust me.

But I am discharging you.

But it's unlikely to happen now.

But they couldn't sniff the sweat round your bollocks.

But you love someone else.

But you must get some rest for several days.

But you've got to sign with Factory. This isn't an issue.

But...

But... someone pretending to be me,

By natural...

Bye.

Can I speak with Annik Honore, please?

Can someone help me?

Can someone help me?

Can you fuck? I'll give you a ring and arrange a proper meeting Monday.

Carbamazepine's side effects include skin rash,

Carbon dioxide plus water.

Charcoal.

Chin up. Could be worse.

Chocks away.

Colonel Ralph Wade will be our auctioneer.

Come around to speak to, you know...

Come on in.

Come on, girl.

Come on, girl. Yeah.

Come on, into the pain.

Come on, stop messing.

Come on, take him your way. Take him your way.

Come on, then, you twisted bastard, out with it.

Come on, then. Let's have it.

Come to bed, eh?

Congratulations.

Could be the lead singer in The Fall.

Could we have your attention please, ladies and gentlemen?

Daddy. Daddy's home.

Dear Annik,

Debbie! Great!

Debbie. Hi.

Deep in the memory of what once was love

Did Annik see?

Did he now?

Did it drop off?

Did you remember to take your pills?

Didn't think so. How will you book gigs

Do I have to?

Do you love her, Ian?

Do you love her?

Do you think it's right for you to be out in your condition?

Do you trust him when he's away?

Do you want to sleep with other men?

Do you want to sleep with other men?

Does anyone believe in love?

Does she want to speak to you?

Don't come back until the morning. I'll be gone by then.

Don't divorce me, Debbie.

Don't I?

Don't I?

Don't know what you were worried about. He fits in fine.

Don't wanna be in your gang.

Don't worry. I'll be there.

Done. He sounds keen.

Double vision, drowsiness, dizziness,

Dunno. I just feel the need to speak to her.

Eh up, you.

Eh?

Eh?

Even though it might change your feelings for me.

Everyone saw.

Everything.

Everywhere in chicken town

Except for the guitarist who comes from Salford. A very important distinction.

Excuse me, but what happened to Slaves of Venus?

Existence.

Fine, I understand.

First gig in London, there's nobody there.

First two tracks, Disorder, Colony, till Ian feels better. Twenty quid.

Food? Well, that's a start.

For what it's worth.

Forget the record. He's got to put us on.

Formerly owned by a Mr Stroszek.

Four hundred quid.

Free, independent woman.

Fresh air.

From having a fit?

From The Beatles to the Buzzcocks, we like to think we bring you

From the youth club.

From you and Joan of Arc.

Fuck off!

Fuck, I thought he was just trying to warm himself up.

Fuckin' hell!

Fuckin' hell! Have I got Barclays tattooed on my forehead?

Fuckin' hell! Who's opened the ham? You lot nervous or what?

Fuckin' hell.

Fuckin' hell.

Fuckin' hell.

Fuckin' lightbulb need changin'?

Fuckin' right we're going on before your band, twat!

Gastric disturbances... That means farting.

Get Hooky off the stage now!

Get in.

Get it.

Get off! Fuckin' get off!

Get out of hand, and can never be repaired.

Get out!

Get the fuck out!

Getting married, finding a house.

Give Natalie a kiss for me.

Give us a go on your sleeping bag.

Glucose...

Go and get AIan from Crispy AmbuIance, and fuckin' hurry up.

Go on then.

Go on, tell him.

Go on. Yes, you can, you can, you can.

Goes mad if I talk to other blokes.

Good girl. Well done.

Good. That's great.

Got it, Ian. It's good.

Half an hour.

Hang on. Come with me. Come with the Hookster.

Hanging on the wall

Hasn't she?

Have a look.

He did say I could go out with you.

He didn't even say if he liked it or anything.

He is quite famous now, though, isn't he?

He said it was all right. As long as I looked after you.

He waved it in front of camera like that.

He's all right, just a bit of a sniffle.

He's fuckin' scared of playing London for the first time.

He's so protective, you know. He hates me wearing short skirts.

Hello, is Corrine there, please?

Hello, um...

Hello?

Hello. Hello.

Here we are. That's right.

Here, in TV Iand, "arse" is most definitely a swear word.

Here, Twinny, get him some water.

Hey.

Hi, Debbie.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi.

Hi. Do you want to come in?

Hi. I'm Ian's wife.

Hi. They wouldn't let me in. My name weren't on the guest list.

Hiya.

Hiya.

Hiya.

Hiya.

Hmm...

Hold on. You spelled Morriss wrong. It's supposed to be double S.

Hooky, quick, quick, give us a hand.

How about you, Hooky? You nervous or what?

How long have you been seeing her?

How long have you been seeing her?

How'd you wangle that one?

I am a believer in Joy Division. Fuckin' hallelujah.

I believe in feeling, yeah.

I believe in pure... sex.

I bet you haven't even got a fuckin' telephone, have you?

I can play it at my gran's and everything.

I can't believe you did it.

I couldn't take me eyes away from the screen.

I didn't do enough.

I didn't know that could...

I didn't know.

I don't deserve this.

I don't deserve this.

I don't fuck about with talent I want to work with.

I don't get it, Ian.

I don't get it.

I don't get why you're doing this to yourself.

I don't know what to do.

I don't know what to say.

I don't know.

I don't know. I don't mind the Buzz, but calling themselves Cocks.

I don't really know anything about you, and...

I don't think I do.

I don't want to be in the band anymore.

I don't want to hurt you, Debbie.

I don't want to lose you.

I don't. So shut the fuck up and start suing,

I exist on the best terms I can.

I felt as if things were becoming a bit clearer earlier on,

I felt I had to tell you this

I had an attack in Berlin.

I have no control anymore.

I have the feeling the epileptic condition will worsen.

I know how you can be better... like that.

I know I'm intruding on your life, not you on mine.

I know that I love you and will do forever.

I know, but...

I know, Mum.

I know. I know I am.

I love you too.

I love you.

I love you.

I mean, I like me neighbours, don't get me wrong.

I mean, we're actually gonna be on a record.

I might not have wanted to go out with you.

I miss you.

I must have been out when you called.

I need a cig.

I never felt this way before.

I never meant for it to grow like this.

I never realised how one mistake in my life

I owe you everything.

I owe you everything. I love you.

I put a lackey band around Tony's cock and balls.

I really like... The Sound of Music.

I really, really love you.

I saw a beautiful drum kit down at Johnny Roadhouse's shop once.

I saw Apocalypse Now at the cinema.

I should have tried harder.

I still wash his underpants.

I struggle between what I know is right in my own mind,

I suppose so, yes.

I tell you, they don't wash or don't know how to.

I think we should get married.

I think we should go.

I thought epilepsy was only for head the balls.

I thought we'd celebrate. Bring them here, Terry.

I told her.

I told you it's broke.

I wanna get it colder in here.

I want 50.

I was happy.

I was just wondering how she'd been...

I was pissed.

I wish I were a Warhol silkscreen

I work for the Belgian embassy, for the chancellor.

I'd be as upset as if they kicked my girlfriend.

I'd be OK.

I'd love to be them all

I'd never stand for that.

I'd put you on a movie reel

I'll be back in a minute.

I'll be serving as your clerk. We're ready to begin with the auction.

I'll even sign the contracts in my own blood if it'll make you happy.

I'll finish with her.

I'll get in the back this time.

I'll get some water.

I'll go find Gillian.

I'll have a word, boss.

I'll have you lot signed within the month. In fact, I guarantee it.

I'll make you a cup of tea.

I'll see you Monday morning at the airport.

I'll show you my...

I'll take care of you as soon as the new album comes out.

I'm a bit nervous, me.

I'm a little scared.

I'm a little scared.

I'm a master of knowing when I can and when I can't.

I'm all right now.

I'm also resident DJ here,

I'm gonna crash the bloody car.

I'm gonna go home. Speak to Debbie.

I'm gonna go meet up with Debbie tonight.

I'm not gonna sleep tonight. I'm like a fuckin'kid.

I'm not sure you can do both jobs, Ian,

I'm off.

I'm paying dearly for past mistakes.

I'm really looking forward to seeing this lot tonight.

I'm skint, and you still owe me some money.

I'm so glad you're home.

I'm so happy to sit with you here.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm taking two.

I've been studying hypnosis.

I've been thinking of you constantly, trying to rationalise our situation,

I've felt better.

I've got a brew for you.

I've got all my clothes laid out on my bed and everything.

I've never felt this way before.

I've never heard of people marrying so young.

I've not seen a reaction like that

I've tried. She won't go away.

I've wanted to escape it my whole life.

Ian, Debbie on the phone for you.

Ian, it's 400 pound.

Ian, love, I'm going to bed now.

Ian, talk to me.

Ian, we're getting off.

Ian, what's up with you, mate?

Ian, you are confusing me.

Ian, you are so depressing.

Ian, you're gonna be late for work.

Ian, your room's still here. You know that, don't you?

Ian! Ian! Ian! Ian!

Ian?

Ian?

Ian?

Ian?

Ian?

Ian?

Ian?

Ian?

Ian? I've got an idea.

Ian.

Ian.

Ian.

Ian.

Ian.

Ian.

Ian.

Ian. Pass us the ball, will you?

Ian...

If I was a good dad, then I wouldn't be doing all... this.

Images and thoughts prey on my mind,

In order to make the chemicals baIance

In the meantime you'll be on the waiting list to see

Irretrievably.

Is 2.45 Thursday all right?

Is everything so worthless in the end?

Is she with him?

Is there any more?

Is this a bad time?

Is this really what you want?

Is this the start of it all?

It all feels wrong.

It all used to be so simple, everything.

It frightens me.

It fuckin' gets you fuckin' down Evidently chicken town

It says here Cirazapan usually prescribed for schizophrenia.

It was hard to get to a phone.

It's a bit empty in here tonight.

It's a heater, Ian. You turn it on and it heats up.

It's a hobby thing, not a full time job.

It's a lie to say "I'm not afraid any more".

It's a matter of trial and error

It's a shame Nick couldn't come.

It's all happenin', boys. Pack your bags, saddle up.

It's foreign.

It's fuckin' genius, actually.

It's grey, it's miserable.

It's Ian Curtis from the Employment Exchange.

It's like Ian knocked Ian out to me.

It's like it's not happening to me,

It's not particularly good either, is it?

It's not that easy.

It's not that simple, though, is it, Ian?

It's not very professional to spell the drummer's name wrong, is it?

It's only a crappy European fanzine.

It's the name of a brothel German soldiers used during World War II.

It's these tablets.

Job's a good 'un. Thanks, Tony.

Joy Division have signed with Factory?

Just answer me, Ian! Please answer me!

Just be aware that your condition is extremely weak at the moment.

Just like that?

Just saying I wouldn't stand for it, that's all.

Just want to talk.

Just with it being recorded and all that.

Keep going... I've got the head, Debbie.

Keep the fuckin' racket down This is fuckin' chicken town

Keep the music coming in. Next week we have The Clash, live in the studio.

Kill it, kill it.

Knob cheese.

Let me in, love.

Let's have a baby.

Let's hope she's got a sympathetic doctor.

Listen, Debbie, I don't know where the fuck he is.

Listen, um...

London Euston.

Look, I've got to pack up my gig. Ring me.

Look, I've gotta go.

Love shattered pride

Marks every move

Mate, you're pissing up the wrong tree here.

Maybe drowning soon

Me too.

Mental slowing. That's it.

Mind you, the stink of some of them.

Mine is purple.

Mr Curtis, I am here to tell you that you are well enough to leave,

Mrs Brady, please can I use your toilet, please?

Mrs Brady.

Mum and Dad can look after Natalie.

Mum and Dad.

Must have lost about half a pint.

My heart leaps up when I behold

My marriage was a mistake.

Nausea, vomiting, mental confusion,

Neither do I.

Never really into Bowie before, you know, but...

Nice one.

Nice, Hooky, nice.

Nick, yeah. Hi.

Nineteenth of May we're off to the US of fuckin' A for a two week tour.

No offence. I call everyone that.

No one hates you.

No one loves you like me. No one.

No, I didn't know you were pregnant.

No, Tony, I'm not. I know I'm not.

No!

No!

No! I'm just in the mood for a desperate social call

No.

No.

No. No, I don't.

No. We're pretty shite.

Not bad, eh?

Not to me.

Now everyone hates me. I've made everyone hate me.

Now remember, we are live, so no swearing or they will cut you off.

Now they want more.

Now we're going to America.

Of fuckin' girls and fuckin' guys With fuckin' murder in their eyes

Off! Off! Off!

Oh, don't look so shocked, Rob. It's been comin' a long time.

Oh, fuckin' shine a light! Aren't you in enough trouble?

Oh, here we go. Who's that?

Oh, Ian, if they're not working

Oh, right. They're clever, these doctors, aren't they?

Oh, there's this girl at work called Claire,

Oh, wow, a dog. What's her name?

Oh, yes.

Oh, you got it.

Oh. I'm so, so sorry.

Ohh!

OK, how are you?

OK, so, um... Do you like the Buzzcocks?

OK, then, Mr Mathers, she'll see you then.

OK.

OK.

OK.

OK.

OK.

OK.

On the record, there's Marlon Brando reading The Hollow Men,

One minute.

One moment.

One pound ten an hour.

Or let me die

Or let me die

Or little Joe or maybe Lou

Out there I know "arse" isn't a swear word.

Panic's over. He's here.

Part time barmaid.

Phenytoin's side effects include drowsiness,

Please.

Posh bloke from Granada TV.

Pull over. Steve, pull over.

Quelle surprise.

Ready to go on?

Right, Geoff, well, there's your reference.

Right, Warsaw, we're on.

Right. I'm gonna nip to the shop.

Rob Gretton. I already manage a couple of bands.

Rob, who are you talking to?

Rob's got one of his cheesy grins going again.

Rob's Records, Rob speaking.

Scared of falling in love with you.

Scared of falling in love with you.

Scared of what?

See if she wants to... for a bit.

Seeing as how this is the first television programme

She loves it in Macclesfield.

She wants a divorce.

She's not a Frenchy. She's, uh, she's a Belgy.

Shh!

Shit!

Shows he's serious, though.

Side effects include drowsiness, apathy, agitation

SilkIands Nightclub.

Since George Best got kicked out for blasting a bouncer.

So is it now I am a man

So is Tony Wilson a fan, then, or what?

So it be when I shall grow old

So it be you and I shall grow old

So it was my life began

So it was my life began...

So just have a little think about it, yeah?

So this is permanence

So you're really looking for a singer, then?

So, what do you like doing, Colin?

So...

Some four or five years ago would make me feel how I do.

Some might work.

Some of it, yeah, but...

Some of it.

Somebody should've. It's bloody embarrassing.

Someone dressed in my skin.

Something about Derby?

Sorry, Debbie.

Sorry, sir.

Sounds interesting.

Sounds like fun.

Spare noddys in the drawer.

Stay as long as you like, Ian.

Steve, go and turn the heating off.

Steve! Hey, kill it! Kill it!

Steven?

Still got the word "cock" in it, though.

Stink to high heaven of piss.

Stink, stink, stink.

Stop it now! Stop it.

Take as long as you need. How long do you need?

Taking your medication?

Tea's in the pot, bedroom's in there.

Tell me about Macclesfield.

Tell me your favourite movie.

Terry Mason. Tez. You mind if I call you Tez?

Tez, you know jack shit about this business. Wanna know how I know?

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you. Good night.

Thanks.

That was bollocks.

That was superb, that, Ian, mate.

That was superb, that, lads. It really was.

That way we get a lie in. Don't we?

That's a bit presumptuous, don't you think?

That's a strange question.

That's right. Her name's Corrine Lewis.

The band are gonna pay us back.

The child is the father of the man

The colour scheme is fuckin' brown

The fuckin' beer is fuckin' flat The fuckin' flats have fuckin' rats

The fuckin' clocks are fuckin' wrong The fuckin' days are fuckin' long

The fuckin' pies are fuckin' old The fuckin' chips are fuckin' cold

The fuckin' pubs are fuckin' dull The fuckin' clubs are fuckin' full

The journalist makes us out to be a bunch of pricks. Who gives a fuck?

The most new and interesting sounds in the North West.

The next band of the night, folks:

The next train to arrive at platform six.

The past is now part of my future.

The present is well out of hand.

The struggle between man's conscience and his heart until things go too far,

There he is.

There you go.

There's a job here working at Knutsford Cinema

There's nothing the doctors can do but try tablets.

There's plenty ofjobs that involve food.

They were the Buzzcocks. If you didn't know, well, now you do.

They're a good laugh.

They're called Joy Division, a Manchester band

They're calling themselves the Buzzcocks.

They're not calling themselves the Cocks, are they?

Think.

Thinking of the things we've done.

This has to be for good.

This is called Transmission.

This is Deborah, you know, who I told you about.

This isn't right, this, Rob.

Thought provoking.

To be taken with the, uh, phenobarbital that they gave you at the hospital.

To disperse the repossessed property

Today.

Tonight was great. It'll go down in history.

Tony, you're gonna have to add another S to this, kid.

Trust me, I know all about swearing and TV.

Turned on its side

Twatted himself with a right good uppercut.

Twenty quid. Go on.

Twinny, come on, give us a hand.

Uh, I'm sorry, Earnest. I must have drifted off.

Uh, Mr Curtis?

Um, just orange juice, please.

Unknown Pleasures was it.

Until I see you again, I miss you with all my heart.

Until the right drug or combination of drugs is found.

Up the continental in the rental. Come on.

Wanker.

Wants to do an interview.

Warsaw!

Watching telly.

We all get stinkin' rich and go buy fuckin' great big houses in Cheshire.

We are gonna be late, you know.

We are ready to begin now the sale on behalf of our bank

We can invite her back to where we're staying.

We didn't start the fuckin' riot.

We need to get you a doctor's appointment to change the medication.

We really missed you.

We were Warsaw. Now we're Joy Division.

We'll speak later, then.

We'll try you on... carbamazepine...

We're a fresh and exciting label, you're a fresh and exciting band.

We're gonna be somebodies.

We're Joy Division, you're the crowd. Good night. God bless.

We're on tour with them as well.

We've already got a manager, haven't we, lads?

We've just been on telly, lads.

Well done, well done. One last time.

Well, I didn't want him thinking we were going behind his back or anything.

Well, I'll speak to you later, then.

Well, I'm all right. Why don't we do it tonight?

Well, if he were chatty we'd be worried.

Well, if you're sure.

Well, it won't be for long.

Well, it's nice to know you two are talking properly again.

Well, Man City is a football club.

Well, my wages are the same as everyone else's.

Well, should we give 'em a ring anyway?

Well, that was shit.

Well, that's fuckin' brilliant, Ian.

Well, that's that, then.

Well, then you've made your decision.

Well, then, you'll be the next band I'll put on, darling.

Well, what do you want to know?

Well, what does it matter?

Well, what happened to that tenner I gave you?

Well, whatever. Studio's yours.

Well, you're probably just too thick to work it properly.

Well...

What about "big dog's cock"? Can you say that?

What about Joy Division's music?

What about music? Is that beautiful?

What about your wife?

What are you doing here?

What are you doing here?

What are you doing in here?

What are you lot called again?

What are you on about?

What do you think?

What does that mean?

What does that mean?

What does that mean?

What is Man City blue?

What is the most beautiful thing you've seen in your life?

What lies beyond? What is left to carry on?

What once was innocence

What time are they coming for you?

What you been up to, then, eh?

What, he's there with you?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What's all that about?

What's that got to do with us?

When I'm up there, singing...

When you say a thing like that it makes me think you don't love me anymore.

When you're looking at life in a strange new room

Where was I?

Which brought you the first appearances from everyone

Which means I know anyone of any music biz use anywhere in this city.

Who have no heart, and can't see the difference anyway.

Who have we got today, then?

Who the fuck...?

Who won the fight, Ian or Ian?

Who's Annik?

Whoa!

Why not?

Why?

Will you two twats get the fuck out of my studio?

Wouldn't you say that was so, Mr Curtis?

Yeah, I know.

Yeah, I've got his knees.

Yeah, it's good that, Bernard.

Yeah, they're all right, apart from the "cocks" bit.

Yeah, well, them and the late night concerts, eh?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Yeah. Same here.

Yeah. We're all here. One big fuckin' happy family.

Yes?

You all forgotten Rudolf Hess?

You all right, Ian, mate?

You can clearly see here that the chemicals

You can sleep here.

You can't be in my gang if you don't smoke.

You can't leave her, can you?

You can't pin all that on us.

You fucker.

You fuckin' stay at fuckin' home The fuckin' neighbours fuckin' moan

You got your passport, Ian?

You know the words to our songs, don't you?