SID VICIOUSI've got to get my lock back!Johnny Rotten turns to walk away. The others follow after a pause.JOHNNY ROTTENStupid sod. It didn't cost him but 15p. I was with him when he got it.They continue to walk. At the next corner, they split off - Johnny Rotten going one way, Paul another, Steve and Catwoman a third.CUT TO:EXT. LONDON STREETS Three or four shots of Johnny Rotten, walking alone, establishing the isolation of himself in particular and the band in general. Then:CUT TO:EXT. SOHO STORE FRONTThis is the London headquarters of the Church of Scientography. Johnny Rotten looks in. A sign on the
wow gold kaufen reads: ARE YOU BLOCKED? A young, fresh-faced GIRL, with the light of true zeal burning in her eyes, comes out onto the sidewalk as Johnny Rotten looks in a lackluster way at the window.GIRLAre you coming in, then? JOHNNY ROTTEN No I'm not. GIRLWhy not then? Are you afraid? JOHNNY ROTTENAfraid? Not bloody likely.GIRLThe M-Meter doesn't lie. JOHNNY ROTTEN The what? He squints at her, unable to make out her game.GIRLThe M-Meter. Haven't you ever been clocked?JOHNNY ROTTENI had a bloody hard time of it last night... GIRLI can just look at you and see you're over the limit.JOHNNY ROTTENThat's the truth.GIRLCome on in, then.Baffles, he follows her. In the gloom, he makes out a gigantic poster, upon which a man wearing a racing helmet and goggles a white gown and long, wavy hair, is surrounded by beams of light projected from the top of a pyramid.JOHNNY ROTTENWhat's all this, then?