Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

This isn't right, this, Rob.

Good girl. Well done.

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

Are you asking?

Just with it being recorded and all that.

So it was my life began

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

Anybody, please?

I never meant for it to grow like this.

I'd never stand for that.

- I'm not. I'm dying! - You've got a little cold

One pound ten an hour.

- What about "arse"? - What?

Is she with him?

- What about the money? - It's 50l50 on the profits.

- Tony Wilson's over there. - Who?

What about Joy Division's music?

Come on, stop messing.

Come on, then. Let's have it.

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

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

- Hello. - It's Ian.

Come on, into the pain.

- All right. - Go on, fuck off.

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

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

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

Everywhere in chicken town

Oh, here we go. Who's that?

I owe you everything. I love you.

No. We're pretty shite.

We've just been on telly, lads.

Ian? I've got an idea.

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

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

get out of hand, and can never be repaired.

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

My marriage was a mistake.

- Take it easy. - See you soon, Ian.

Scared of what?

Annik Honore, bonjour.

Excuse me, but what happened to Slaves of Venus?

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

double vision, drowsiness, dizziness,

- No. - Don't be so spoilt.

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

from you and Joan of Arc.

since George Best got kicked out for blasting a bouncer.