Back to Black (2024)
Genre: Music, Drama
Director: Sam Taylor-Johnson
Stars: Marisa Abela, Jack O’Connell, Eddie Marsan, Lesley Manville, Juliet Cowan
Plot: The extraordinary story of Amy Winehouse’s early rise to fame from her early days in Camden through the making of her groundbreaking album, Back to Black that catapulted Winehouse to global fame. Told through Amy’s eyes and inspired by her deeply personal lyrics, the film explores and embraces the many layers of the iconic artist and the tumultuous love story at the center of one of the most legendary albums of all time.
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(Announcer) ‘Ladies and gentlemen, this is…
‘Amy Winehouse!’
(Crowd cheering)
(Amy) ‘I want people to hear my voice and just forget their troubles for five minutes.
‘I want to be remembered for being a singer… for sell-out concerts and sell-out West End and Broadway shows. For just being me.’
(Snorts) God, no wonder I got into drama school, “for just being me”!
(Laughing)
I can’t believe you’ve still got a copy of this, Nan.
What was I, like, thirteen?
Yeah, something like that.
Sylvia said you had a voice like Judy Garland.
Oh, yeah, was that before or after they expelled me?
Oi!
You never did any schoolwork, Amy!
I just love you in these photos, Nan.
You’re like the ultimate fifties pin-up girl.
Look at you! You look like Audrey Hepburn!
Oh, you think so?
I know so!
You are my style icon.
Oh!
I mean, look, you always have been, but now it’s official, so how do you feel?
‘Style icon’, me?
Yeah!
Oh, look, singing at Ronnie Scott’s here.
Ooh, I met ’em all there.
Ella Fitzgerald…
Ah!
Matt Munro.
Tony Bennett.
Oh! Anthony Benedetto, the Blessed One!
In voice… and trousers.
Nan!
(Chuckling)
Oh, cute.
From Osidge Primary School to sell-out concerts.
I believe it’s gonna happen one of these days, I really do.
A voice like yours, got to.
Oi! Oi! Oi! I’ll have that, thanks.
Can I borrow this memory box, Nan?
Yeah, as long as you promise to look after it.
Who wants a top-up?
(Woman) I won’t say no. Please!
(Low conversation and laughter)
(♪ Singing and clapping in background)
(♪ Raucous singing)
You sing better than this lot, Ava.
(♪ Singing traditional “Tzur Mishelo”)
(Laughing and clapping)
♪ Fly me to the moon
♪ Let me play amongst the stars
(♪ Pianist joins in)
Now we’re talking.
♪ Let me see what Spring is like
♪ On Jupiter and Mars
Angel.
♪ In other words
♪ Hold my hand
Oh!
♪ In other words
♪ Darling, kiss me
Here we go!
(Cynthia) Here he comes!
♪ Fill my heart with song
Mitchell Winehouse!
Whoo!
♪ And let me swing for ever more
♪ Cos, Renee, you are all I worship and adore
♪ In other words
♪ Please be true
♪ In other words
♪ I love…
♪ You ♪
(Crowd) Aah!
(Woman) That’s lovely.
(Sirens wailing)
Whoo! Turn it, driver!
(♪ THELONIOUS MONK: “Straight, No Chaser” on radio)
Oh… how can some people not get this? It’s genius!
Oi! Driver!
Yes, madam?
How come some people don’t like jazz?
They’re mad.
You ever met a sane jazz fan?
No.
Well, maybe we’re the mad ones, then.
Too right.
How’s your brother doing at university?
Dunno. Why don’t you ask him?
Probably smoking and sleeping, eating Pot Noodle.
You know, the usual student stuff.
I worry about drugs.
Students love ’em.
Yeah, well, maybe you should worry about Mum instead. She isn’t well.
Do you have to make it so difficult?
Didn’t say anything.
You don’t have to. Your face says it all.
Tell your mum I said hello, and your brother to call me.
He never answers when I try.
Dad, Dad…
Come in for five minutes, say hi to Mum.
Ah…
I just miss you.
I know.
Look, I’ve got a gig on Sunday, at a pub off Hanger Lane.
Will you come?
I promised Jane I’d take her to her mum’s.
Right.
I’ll do the next one, yeah?
Whatever!
Oi, soppy drawers!
I’m not talking to you!
Shit.
You forgot this. You only had it ten minutes.
Take care of it.
Love you, too.
(Cab revs and recedes)
Mum!
(Janis) I’m upstairs, love!
Oh, a boy called, kept calling… (Chuckles)…this afternoon, Jack.
Oh.
Who is he?
Karen’s boyfriend.
Oh, Karen’s boyfriend?
And Chris has been calling you as well. Your actual boyfriend.
Cool. See you later.
Emulate… all the shit my mother hates.
♪ Emulate
♪ All the shit my mama hates
♪ I can’t help but demonstr…
♪ I can’t help…
♪ I can’t help…
♪ But demonstrate my Freudian fate…
(Sighs)
♪ Understand once he was a family man
♪ So, surely I would never ever go through it first-hand
♪ Emulate
♪ All the shit my mama hates
♪ I can’t help but demonstrate my Freudian fate
♪ My alibi for taking your guy
♪ History repeats itself, it fails to die
♪ And animal aggression is my downfall
♪ I don’t care about what you got, I want it all
♪ It’s bricked up in my head
♪ And shoved under my bed
♪ And I question myself again, what is it about men?
♪ My destructive side has grown a mile wide
♪ And I…
(Sighs)
♪ And I question myself again, what is it about men?
♪ What is it about men? ♪
(Knocking)
Hey!
(Amy mutters) Hey…
I tried calling a few times this evening. I don’t know if Janis told you.
I thought you might be back earlier, so I thought I’d just turn up,
try my luck…
I got you these.
Ah…
Amy… Amy, can we just, like…?
Look, I thought that we could just chill out for a bit first,
and then… you know, listen to Massive Attack,
and then maybe, whatever.
Was your maid away on holiday again?
(Phone ringing)
Mum!
(Ringing continues)
For fuck’s sake, what? Hello?
‘Amy? Amy, it’s me, Tyler.’
Tyler, you fucking mentalist. What time is it?
‘Ah, it’s just gone twelve o’clock.’
Listen, Amy, I’m here with my manager Nick.
You know the one I gave your demo to?
‘Am I on speakerphone?’
Yeah, hi, Amy. It’s Nick Shymansky from 19 here.
Sorry to wake you.
‘I’ll let you off.’
So, I’ve had a listen to your demo, and…
Yeah, can we have a chat? It’d be great to see you play live.
19 Management. That’s Simon Fuller, right?
That’s right.
‘Girl Power’ Simon Fuller?
Yep.
Do you know what ‘Girl Power’ means to me, Nick?
Sarah Vaughan. Dinah Washington. Lauryn Hill.
That’s real ‘Girl Power’, mate.
‘I understand.’
What do you understand?
Erm…
‘You need to know this now.’
I ain’t no fucking Spice Girl.
‘But you have a lovely day, Nick Shymansky.’
And I’ll have a good think about that chat, yeah?
Love you, Tyler, babe. See you later.
(♪ LAURYN HILL: “Doo-Wop (That Thing)”)
♪ Cats used to harmonise like… Whoo!
♪ Whoo! ♪
(♪ Song continues)
♪ It’s been three weeks since you been looking for your friend
♪ The one you let hit it and never called you again
♪ Remember when he told you he was ’bout the Benjamins?
♪ You act like you ain’t hear him then give him a little trim to begin
♪ How you think you’re really gonna pretend
♪ Like you wasn’t down and you called him again?
♪ Plus, when you give it up so easy you ain’t even foolin’ him
♪ If you did it then, then you’d probably fuck again
♪ Guys, you know you’d better watch out
♪ Some girls, some girls are only about
♪ That thing, that thing, that thing
♪ That thing, that thing, that thing
♪ Yo, yo, come again
♪ My French men, come again
♪ My sister, come again
♪ Yeah, yeah, yeah… ♪
I love it!
(Screaming)
(♪ Music playing and overlapping chatter)
(Cheering and whooping)
Thank you.
Hello.
Hello!
Whoo!
♪ You should be stronger than me
♪ You’ve been here seven years longer than me
♪ Don’t you know you’re supposed to be the man?
♪ Not pale in comparison to who you think I am
♪ You always wanna talk it through, I’m okay
♪ I always have to comfort you every day
♪ But that’s what I need you to do
♪ Are you gay? ♪
(Laughing)
With EMI, Virgin bidding could be north of a 250k advance.
I don’t care about the money.
I’d live in a hole if it meant I could meet Ray Charles, d’you know what I mean?
Amy, you’ve got a voice that is right up there.
It’s one of the best I’ve ever heard. I mean, you gotta know that.
I know. You gotta remember, I listen to it every day.
Oh, do you want ice in your voddy?
No.
No? Hardcore.
I love ‘Stronger Than Me’.
Hmm. Best tune you’ve written yet.
The hairs on the back of my neck, okay, sizzling.
Is the guy real, the guy you sing about in the song?
Erm… sort of, yeah.
My heart goes out to him, right? Who is it?
Come on. Seriously?
I don’t mean most of it.
Well, what part do you mean?
The ‘Are you gay?’ bit? ‘Lady boy’ bit?
It’s not like that.
That’s what it says, though, right?
Fuck this.
Don’t!
What? Don’t what? There’s nothing left to be said, is there?
It’s all there in your fucking song!
You know what? I hope you find whatever the fuck it is that you’re looking for.
But you are far too fucked up for me.
Maybe don’t include that glowing reference when you speak to Island.
♪ But that’s what I need you to do
♪ Are you gay?
♪ I’ve forgotten all of young love’s joy
♪ Feel like a lady
What time do you call this?
♪ And you, my lady boy
♪ The respect I made you earn…
I’m Amy. Amy Winehouse.
♪ Thought you had so many lessons to learn
♪ I said, you don’t know what love is, get a grip!
♪ Sounds as if you’re reading from some other tired script
♪ Cos I’m not gonna meet your mother anytime
♪ I just wanna grip your body over mine…
Shit, girl, no way you’re only eighteen.
♪ I’ve forgotten all of young love’s joy
♪ Feel like a lady, and you my lady boy
♪ You should be stronger than me
♪ You should be stronger than me
♪ You should be stronger than me
♪ Should be stronger than me Hey, hey, hey!
Whoo!
Fantastic.
Yeah, brilliant.
She’s at Ronnie’s!
(Laughing)
Come on!
(Cheering and whooping)
That’s right!
That’s right!
Oi, mate? You see that?
That’s my daughter. That’s my Amy.
‘Well, I always said I never wanted to write about love,
‘and then I went and did that anyway.
‘I’ve got about seven or eight songs that are about this guy.’
‘Is that your ex-boyfriend?’
‘Yep.’
‘I wouldn’t want to be an ex-boyfriend of yours…’
You look gorgeous, darling. You really do.
It was a great make-up department.
No! It’s you. So natural.
‘And this surprised me, you’re managed by the company that look after S Club 7,
‘used to look after the Spice Girls, Simon Fuller.
‘Have they tried to mould you in any way?
‘Have people asked you to do things, to change the way you look…?’
‘Yeah. One of them tried to mould me into a big triangle shape, and I went, “No!”
(Laughing)
‘You know, I’ve got my own style…’
You’re so confident, it’s great.
Yeah. I had a couple of drinks beforehand.
‘…add.’
‘I think she’s one of the most exciting and brilliantly talented vocalists…’
Oh, yeah! That’s my girl!
♪ I couldn’t resist him
♪ His eyes were like yours
♪ His hair was exactly your shade of brown
(Chuckles)
♪ Yeah!
♪ Now, he’s just not as tall
♪ But I couldn’t tell when it was dark
♪ And I was lying down
♪ You are everything
♪ He means nothing to me
♪ And I…
♪ …can’t even remember his name
♪ So, why you so upset? ♪
Amy?
I’m in the bath!
Who’s that bloke?
What bloke?
The boy?
Er…
Troy. No… Nigel.
It’s Nigel, I think.
You think?
Oh, go and make yourself a cup of tea, I’ll be down in a minute.
We’re gonna be late!
I know that bothers you.
Oh, God.
(♪ Amy singing in bath)
Amy!
Having a spliff’s like having a cup of tea!
I thought you didn’t do drugs.
I don’t. It’s weed!
It’s drugs!
Are you high now?
No.
Amy?
No!
You’re three quarters of an hour late.
(Mitch) That’s a result for Amy.
You can’t keep these people waiting, Amy.
Why? They too important to wait?
One, yes, and two, yes. They pay your wages.
I told you before, Nick, I don’t care about the money.
Is Mitch joining us?
Don’t look at me. Mitch Winehouse does what he wants.
Plus, he’s my dad, isn’t he?
Hello, boys.
Erm… huge, huge, huge kudos off the back of the awards circuits.
The Brit nominations, the MOBOs, Mercury Prize,
and of course the big win at the Ivor’s.
(Applause)
Yeah, erm… ‘Frank’ peaked at 13 in the UK.
We were hoping for Top 10, but…
…strong competition from Jamie Cullum, Katie Melua and Joss Stone.
So, in light of that, we unfortunately don’t think that ‘Frank’ will travel to America.
Yeah, so, the plan is to get you back in the studio…
(Amy) Hang on! Hang on…
You’re basically telling me, you think ‘Frank’ is too crap for the Yanks?
No, no, they’ll love it. We’re sure of it.
Alright.
It’s just like, whether they would buy it, is a different thing.
No, sorry. This is bollocks. Do I have a say in this?
Look, Amy, we only get one chance to break the States.
We think, with just a little bit more work on your stage act…
Oh… on my stage act?
Can you explain that to me, please? My fucking stage act?
Erm… we were discussing this with Nick before you arrived.
Yeah, erm…
So, there’s a feeling that the guitar, it’s getting in the way of your performance.
So, we want to hand the guitar duties to Dale,
and allow you to concentrate on the singing,
so that they audience can connect with you more.
What the fuck does that mean?
Amy!
No! You don’t think they’re connecting with me now, Nick?
We just wanna see more of you on stage.
We?
I really think it’s worth looking at, Amy.
(Mitch) I have seen you turning your back on the audience a few times, Amy.
Dad!
You’re on stage, staring at your brass bands on the guitar,
when you should be sharing the song with the audience.
It’s called stage craft. Here, you see me, when I sing…
Oh, here we go.
When I sing, eye contact all the time.
I’m making the punters feel special, put on a show.
What are you saying?
These boys know what they’re talking about, so let’s listen to ’em, eh?
You can crack the States when you’re good and ready,
but there’s no point in shutting the stable door after the horse has bolted.
Now, am I right or am I right?
(A&R Man) Thank you, Mitch. Precisely.
“But, in the meantime, Amy, go find yourself a stage personality.”
You know what? I’m gonna go for a cigarette.
You lot can have a good chat about what clown costume
you want me wearing for my fucking stage act! Pricks!
Oh, that’s normal Amy behaviour.
Katie fucking Melua!
Amy, come back…
No! No!
I get really nervous when I get up on stage.
And now you’ve basically told me I haven’t got any stage presence.
Great! That’s really gonna help…
Amy, no…
Oh, fuck off, Nick!
I’m not fucking Cole Porter, Nick.
I don’t wake up in the morning and bang out ten hits by lunch.
I need to live my songs.
So, that’s what I’m gonna go and do.
What?
I’m gonna take some time off, so things can actually happen to me again.
Then… maybe, I’ll get back in your studio.
So, you know what? See you whenever.
Where are you off to, then?
I’ll get the Tube back.
What are we gonna tell Mitch?
Tell him he’s a big fat joke!
(♪ THE SPECIALS: “Ghost Town” playing on jukebox)
(Whooping)
And to the victor… the spoils!
Barman, a pint of your classiest German lager, please, at the double.
Por favor.
♪ Hey, big spender ♪
(♪ Humming)
Boys! Gypsy Rose, 16-1, early doors at Kempton!
Go on, son!
Cheeky tenner on that, thank you.
Ha! Won by a nose did Gypsy Rose.
Now, to happily piss it all up the wall.
I like your tattoo.
I like yours.
Get her a drink, quick. She likes my tattoo.
What you on?
Rickstasy.
Ecstasy I’ve heard of, but…
Southern Comfort, vodka, Bailey’s and banana liqueur.
Over ice.
Yeah, don’t forget the fucking ice!
Jesus, I’m pissed just thinking about it. D’you get all that, Gilly?
(Gilly) You got it, mate.
Thank you.
Don’t thank me, thank Gypsy Rose.
Yeah.
Bloody hell, what’s this?
A vision is forming in my lager-ball.
It’s very clear what the future holds for you, young lady.
You’re gonna get very drunk and smoke lots of fags.
Fuck me, what’s that?
I see a dirty, sweaty, horrible doner kebab
on your way home, with bare chilli sauce.
I don’t like chilli sauce.
Honey and mustard, then.
More like it.
See, bosh! Lager-ball never lies.
Right, I’m off to fleece my mates at pool. Nice to meet you, darlin’.
I’m Blake, by the way.
Amy.
Stay lucky, Amy.
(Blake) Yes, yes, yes!
Now, then, how we doing? Alright?
What we on? What we on? I’m in the bees and honey. Likewise.
Same again? Same again, yeah?
And again, Gilly!
Play the winner.
Oh, that’ll be me.
Shot!
Rack ’em up, then.
What rules are we playing, US or UK?
(Blake) UK. Always UK.
(♪ Jukebox plays “Know You Now”)
♪ You’re just a little boy underneath that hat… ♪
Are you taking the piss?
What? It’s a tune.
♪ You think everything gets handed to you free
Are you trying to make a mug out of me?
What?
What?
Sing.
No.
Go on, sing.
A little one.
Do one.
Alright.
(♪ Blake humming)
♪ I gotta know you now and then…
Yes!
Go on. Ha-ha!
Madness.
Madness, man.
I’m playing pool with Amy Winehouse,
listening to my favourite Amy Winehouse song,
with… Amy Winehouse.
Can this day get any more scintillating?
Never know your luck, son.
(Jukebox) ♪ I gotta know you now
♪ We may never meet again
♪ I gotta know you now and then…
Oh, really?
Yeah, I’m beating you.
(♪ Music over dialogue)
Ooh, so close!
♪ I’m not ruling you out
♪ I’m just in doubt
♪ As to what you say you’re all about
♪ Yeah, I gotta know you now
♪ We may never meet again
♪ I’ve gotta show you now ♪
‘Fuck Me Pumps.’
Oh, God, here we go.
‘Fuck Me Pumps’ is off its head, yeah.
Thank you.
Like its author.
Obviously.
Obviously.
But it has me in stitches every time.
I like that, I like stitches.
♪ With your big empty purse…
Oh, my God!
♪ Every week it gets worse
♪ At least your breasts cost more than hers ♪
Not… not very feminist, though.
Well, I don’t know…
I just don’t like girls being silly, wasting their potential.
Same as skinny indie boys that pretend they’re Pete Docherty.
Easy.
(Laughs)
Anyway, I’m not a feminist. I like boys too much.
I’m just joking, obviously.
Anyway, you know what I do. What do you do?
I am a video production assistant.
Oh, wow.
So, you make tea?
No, I don’t make tea, Winehouse. I make the best tea.
Amazing. I love tea. Will you come over and make me a brew?
Okay. Yeah. Where do you live?
I live in Jeffrey’s Place, Camden Town.
I know it, yeah. It’s nice.
Hmm.
Where do you live?
Erm… sort of sofa surfing at the moment.
I’m in between a couple of things, like… yeah.
I like to sabotage myself.
Do you know what I mean? Not even like, just enjoy.
Yeah. I get that.
I like your style, Winehouse.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah. Yeah. What do you call it, then, the Winehouse style?
Dunno. It’s a bit vintage, innit?
A bit of an anachronism, aren’t I?
Eh?
You know, like an old school girl but living now.
Right. Yeah. Deep.
Don’t you think things actually were better, though, in the olden days?
Totally.
That saying is actually true.
Like better films, better music.
Right.
Better books, like Fellani… Fellini.
Fellini, yeah.
Truman Capote…
Yep.
Er… The Beatles.
The Beatles. The Specials.
Yeah.
I mean, I dunno, they’re old.
Well, a little bit, now.
A little bit.
My favourite writers are people like, you know, Bukowski, Hunter S Thompson,
people that can actually show you how fucking ugly life is.
You’re stupid if you don’t drink yourself silly, d’you know what I mean?
Yes. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Do you know The Shangri-Las?
No.
What?
What?
Amy, The Shangri-Las.
I’ve never heard of them.
Only the best sixties girl band ever.
All, like, excitement, atmosphere… How can I put this?
…emotional turbulence.
Hmm, nicely put.
Thank you. Hold that, hold that.
♪ My folks were always… ♪
‘Is she really going out with him?’
‘Well, there she is. Let’s ask her.’
‘Betty, is that Jimmy’s ring you’re wearing?’
‘Mm-hmm…’
‘Gee, it must be great, riding with him. Is he picking you up after school today?’
‘Mm-hmm.’
‘By the way, where’d you meet him?’
♪ I met him at the candy store
Oh, my God!
‘You get the picture?’
‘Yes, we see.’
♪ That’s when I fell for the leader of the pack
(Motorcycle revving)
Ho, ho, ho!
♪ My folks were always putting him down
♪ Down, down
♪ They said he came from the wrong side of town
♪ What d’you mean when you say that he came from the wrong side of town?
♪ They told me he was bad
♪ But I knew he was sad
♪ That’s when I fell for the leader of the pack…
What are you doing?
I was just doing a bit of Shangri-Las with Amy.
This is Amy, the singer.
Yeah. That’s me. Hello.
This is Becky.
Let’s go. I’m hungry.
See you later. It was nice chatting.
What… Blake?
Don’t forget that cup of tea, yeah?
Nice pumps, Becky.
(♪ BILLIE HOLIDAY: “All Of Me” playing on jukebox)
(Retching)
♪ Why not take all of me? ♪
(Gasps)
Fucking hell, Jules. Scared me.
Sick again, are we?
Oh… Yeah, way too much to drink.
Hmm… Yeah, it’s the drink, obviously.
I’m being woken up all the time by you puking whatever up.
I’m on holiday, aren’t I?
Yeah, but I got work in the morning.
Alright. I’ll be sick quieter.
How about not being sick?
I met someone tonight, Jules.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
We got on…
…like, really got on.
(Laughs)
Just had a few drinks, though, you know, nothing else.
He had the most gorgeous blue eyes.
There was a moment when we just looked at each other, you know.
No words needed, we just…
…melted into each other.
No embarrassment.
Just felt so… warm.
Yeah.
What did you say his name was?
Blake.
Blake? (Sniffs)
Jewish?
Didn’t ask, but no.
(Giggles)
Well, how do you know?
He had loads of tattoos.
Well, so have you!
What happened to that lovely manager you brought back for dinner?
Eh? A nice Jewish boy.
Nick?
Yeah.
He’s not really my type, Nan.
You’ve got an eye for the bad boys, Amy Winehouse.
(Chuckling)
He didn’t seem ‘bad bad’.
He played me The Shangri-Las.
Oh!
What a sound!
Nearly had me crying in the pub.
Yeah…
I remember them.
Queens, New York.
That melodrama, I just loved it.
Yeah.
They were pretty girls, and all.
Just like you.
Oh, thanks, Nan.
Here.
Er… no, I’m stopping for a bit, love.
What?
Yeah, the doctor said I should give it a rest, so… so I am.
Nan?
(Sighs heavily)
I’ve been meaning to tell you for a while, but, erm…
I’ve got lung cancer.
It’s pretty far gone, they’ve said, so…
What do you want in your bagel?
Do you want cream cheese, smoked salmon?
Bit of egg or… tuna?
Bit of tuna to start, yeah?
♪ Dressed in black
♪ He walks alone, a shadow in the night
♪ Each time he walks by my window
♪ I can’t hold the tears from my eyes
♪ We’re still so much in love
♪ Why can’t they realise
♪ That every time he looks at me
♪ I long to feel his lips on mine
♪ I live on just the memory of him caressing me…
Blake? What the fuck?
♪ They said he was much too wild for me
♪ They said a whole lot of things
♪ But there are some things they could never understand
♪ That a girl can tell by the way a boy holds her hand
♪ Or maybe they thought we were too young to be in love…
(Knocking)
♪ Well, I don’t care what people say
♪ This girl’s love is getting stronger with each passing day
♪ That every time he looks at me
♪ I long to feel his lips on mine
♪ I live on just the memory
♪ Of him caressing me
♪ So soft
♪ So warm
♪ So soft
♪ So warm
♪ But now he’s gone
♪ But now he’s gone… ♪
(♪ DONNY HATHAWAY: “I Love You More Than You’ll Ever Know” playing)
♪ If I ever leave you, baby… ♪
Well… guess you’re not hungry now.
Are you joking me? I’m starving. Thanks.
Er… do you partake?
No.
Not for me. Class A drugs are for mugs.
Oh, that’s a really nice catchphrase.
(Laughs)
I thought you were rock ‘n’ roll.
No.
I’m jazz.
Have you got an issue with it, then?
Well, I’m not gonna call the police or anything. But I think it’s stupid, yeah.
Well, I think weed’s stupid, so there you go.
Plus, I don’t think that you really think that I’m a mug,
so, therefore, by my sheer existence…
…I’ve disproven your theory about Class As and mugs, haven’t I?
Yeah, well…
I haven’t really thought about it like that before.
Maybe it’s a load of bollocks and you’re still a mug.
What are you doing?
Fuck’s sake!
Look what you done, you fucking donut.
Yes. Yes, I will.
(Giggling)
What’s that?
Oh…
I thought you were asking me to marry you.
That’s embarrassing.
Hiya! Can we get two tickets, please?
Absolutely. Thank you very much.
Here’s your receipt and your tickets.
Thank you, darling.
Thank you.
Bye!
What do you want to see first?
It’s got to be the chinchillas.
The chinchillas?
You got any chinchillas?
Ha! Why do you want to see the chinchillas?
Oh, my…
(Grunting)
Yeah!
(♪ Music over laughing and shouting)
Come on! Come on!
(Blake) What even is it?
I don’t know!
It’s one of the ugliest things I’ve ever seen.
Is it a pig?
Come on!
(Roaring)
Oh! Oh, no!
(Amy) Gorgeous.
(Roaring)
Last time I was here, I was a kid and I saw six cubs.
Six, yeah?
Hmm…
That’s how many I want.
You okay with that?
Did I not tell you?
Mazel tov.
Ha-ha!
Are you having a nice day?
Yeah. Are you?
Yeah.
Yeah?
Yes! It’s fun.
I’m loving it.
Hello, Nan. It’s me, Amy.
And me, Blake.
(Nan) ‘Who?’
Blake. Hello, Nan.
Yeah, that’s Blake. Remember I spoke to you about him the other day?
‘Is that you, Amy?’
Yeah, and Blake.
Shut up! It’s Blake and Amy, and we’re at the zoo.
On a date.
‘Oh, how romantic.’
Yeah, we’re on a date, and we went to see the lions.
And lioness.
And we were thinking about you. Blake said he wanted to say hello, alright?
Hello, Nan.
‘I love London Zoo.’
I hear you’re a bit of a lioness yourself.
‘Last time I was there, my Alec was still alive…’
Well, it’ll be lovely to meet you one day.
‘Sorry.’
Yeah?
‘Oh, yes, sorry.’
Hello?
‘Sorry, love.’
Are you alright, Nan?
‘Ta da, love.’
(Line disconnects)
Don’t fucking…
Fucking hell!
Fucking… hell.
I’m in your pocket now. Forever.
Why not over your heart?
Bit late now, babe, innit?
(Roaring)
It’s that lion again.
She’s trying to wake her fella up.
Yeah, it’s teatime now, innit?
(Shutter clicking)
(Crowd cheering)
(Amy) Camden Town!
(Crowd roaring)
My people! My place!
Ladies don’t sip, they gulp.
Alright, this is another old one.
They’re all old ones. Look, I’ve been busy, alright?
I’m in love.
(Cheering)
So, you know, if you’re angry there’s no new album, don’t blame me, blame him.
(Crowd booing)
No! Don’t be arsey!
He saved me, alright.
From death by boredom. He’s my hero.
Alright. So, this one’s actually dedicated to an old friend of ours, isn’t it, Blake?
Yeah. Still can’t believe you went out with her!
♪ When you walk in the bar, and you’re dressed like a star
♪ Rocking your f-me pumps
♪ And a man notice you with your Gucci bag crew
♪ Can’t tell who he’s looking to
♪ Cos you all look the same
♪ Everyone knows your name
♪ And that’s your whole claim to fame
♪ Never miss a night
♪ Cos your dream in life is to be a footballer’s wife
♪ You don’t like players, that’s what you say
♪ But you really wouldn’t mind a millionaire
♪ All them big ballers, they don’t do nothing for you
♪ But you’d love a rich man six-foot-two or taller…
What the fuck?
♪ You’re more than a fan, looking for a man
♪ But you end up with one-night stands
(Whooping)
♪ He could be your whole life, if you got past one night…
(Crowd) ♪ But that part never goes… ♪
You know, you could’ve stayed till the end.
Eh? Just a bit of fresh air, d’you know what I mean?
(Joey) Getting a bit sweaty in there.
No one asked you, did they?
Relax!
Oh, right, nice one.
So, what?
Yeah, really nice.
So, what? So, what?
Fucking cokehead! Instead of watching me.
I’m not just here to watch you. I’m not a fucking groupie.
Amy, I’m here to have a good time.
But you don’t like drugs, yeah, I get that, but I do.
So, if I wanna have a line, I’ll have a fucking line. Just deal with it.
(Woman) Here, get a picture.
Get some manners, yeah? Try asking next time.
Sad. Totally wankered.
Fucking what?
Amy!
You alright?
(Horn blaring)
Don’t touch me!
(Groaning) Fuck…
Oh, fucking…
Blake!
Don’t.
Oh, I didn’t mean to. I’m sorry.
Don’t!
(Nan) Amy?
Amy?
Amy, love?
What?
What am I doing here?
Well, you rang my doorbell at 02:00am, in a bit of a state.
(Groaning)
Doesn’t help you going to work surrounded by booze all the time, it’s dangerous.
Yeah, I know.
Do you?
No, Amy.
Amy, you know when Charlie Parker died, they thought he was 60 and he was 35,
so, do you know it’s dangerous?
Yes, Nan.
Gonna make you some eggs, alright, love?
Hmm…
You have a shower.
Cos you stink of booze and fags.
No, that’s just my perfume, Nan. Chanel Number Pub.
No, thanks.
Really missed you.
Yeah?
Where have you been?
Just kipping at Joey’s.
I’m really sorry, Blake.
What the fuck, Amy?
I know. But it was that fucking girl, she just pushed me over the edge.
Yeah, well, you’re always on the edge, so it don’t take much to push you over.
I can’t talk to you when you’re being like that, you start hitting and scratching.
Yeah, I know.
I’m not a fucking lapdog, Amy.
I know that.
I don’t give a fuck about your Brit Award.
Well, it was an Ivor, but I know.
I’m gonna let you blame me…
…about not making music, you listening?
Go and make music, if you want. Or don’t, I don’t care. Yeah?
Probably run off with someone famous, anyway.
What?
Run off with someone famous.
That’s what famous people do, run off with each other.
Blake… I don’t care about the fame game.
It ain’t me.
We might as well call it now. Yeah?
Call what?
It’s not gonna work.
Blake, don’t.
No. There’s your career…
The fact I like taking drugs… Look at my fucking face, Amy!
What do you want me to say, Blake? I’m sorry.
Yeah, I’m a fucking horrible drunk. That fucking girl…
I got viol… I was angry, I was upset.
So, where does that leave us, then?
Where does it leave me? More cuts, more bruises…
Cos you’re not gonna stop drinking, are you?
No.
Just do whatever you gotta do, Amy, but it’s without me.
Stop! What are you doing?
I’m still your mate.
You’re not my fucking mate, Blake! You’re not my mate!
You’re my fucking heartbeat, you’re my soul. I love you!
And you love me. Stop doing this, you’re gonna make me cry!
I’m getting back with Becky.
Or trying to, so… Just fucking leave it, yeah?
(Blake sighs heavily)
Amy?
Amy, open the door! Amy?
(Knocking)
Amy, can you let me in?
(Knocking)
Amy?
Shut up…
(Knocking)
Alright, Nick… I must’ve fell asleep.
Big night, was it? You okay?
Do you want some water?
Whoa…
Fucking hell. Let me see this.
What?
I’m calling an ambulance.
What? Nick!
Have you seen your head?
I must’ve fallen over. I don’t need an ambulance, I’m alright.
You’re not alright, Amy. Look around. None of this is alright.
Right, I’m calling Mitch.
Nick!
Look, 999 or Mitch. Which is it?
There’s stories about her kicking off all over Camden.
About her punching people. Juliette’s moved out, it’s got so chaotic.
I didn’t know that.
I get Amy calls in the early hours because she’s lost somewhere in town.
Okay, she’s lost, because she’s paralytic. We need to do something about it cos…
No, go on. What do we need to do?
You need to go to a rehabilitation centre.
Oh, yeah?
Yes. Now.
Fuck off, Nick.
Dad, I had one too many.
Yeah, I know I fell over and hit my head, but…
I fell asleep there cos I was comfy…
Amy, I saw you, okay? You looked like you had a fit.
Like an epileptic fit.
I’d remember that, wouldn’t I?
No! Because they happen when you’re unconscious.
They’re fucking dangerous, Amy, they can kill you.
You think I had a fit, I don’t agree.
I might’ve had a blackout, Dad.
And a blackout’s okay, then, is it? It’s ridiculous talk, Mitch! It’s stupid!
I’m not stupid, Nick. And I’m fine.
I know, I’ve stressed everyone out. I’m sorry.
I don’t need to go to rehab.
Music is my rehab, Dad.
It always has been.
I promise, I’ll lay off it.
I think she’ll be alright.
As long as she promises to be more aware, and to get back to work.
Mitch, fuck…
Nick, rehab’s a bit harsh, innit?
The label could drop her and then where would she be?
You need to pull your fucking finger out!
(Amy) You okay with that?
Obviously not, no.
Here’s something else you might not be okay with.
We’ve decided to leave 19 Management, haven’t we, Dad?
I don’t want Simon Fuller anywhere near my career anymore.
(Nick) Wait, what?
If you wanna carry on working with me, you gotta leave 19, too.
You know I can’t do that, I’ve got other artists I need to look after.
Not like my Amy.
Told you I wasn’t a fucking Spice Girl.
(Nick) Yeah, I remember.
So, why do you keep treating me like one?
Mitch.
Those that don’t know me, and I think most of you do,
I’m Raye Cosbert, Amy’s new manager at Metropolis.
I’ve called this meeting today to let you know Amy’s ready.
We’ve discussed producers and agree Salaam is the way to go.
But I also want her to meet with a new guy I rate very highly, Mark Ronson.
(Tony Bennett) ♪ My heart is sad and lonely
♪ Lonely
♪ For you, I sigh
♪ For you, dear, only…
(Humming)
It’s just like how I used to have mine in the sixties.
♪ I’m all for you, body and soul…
Haven’t seen many girls with beehives these days.
What do you think?
It’s magnificent.
Do you think I look like a Shangri-La?
Yeah.
And a Ronette.
Hmm…
You think Blake will like it?
That’s all gone, Nan.
Oh…
I’m sorry, love. You liked him, didn’t you?
Ah…
I quite liked him a lot, Nan.
Yeah.
(Phone beeping)
That’s Raye. He’s here to take me to the airport.
Bye.
Gonna miss you.
I don’t have to go to New York.
I know there’s producers there but…
Amy, stop. Shh!
Just stop.
I really don’t want to leave you.
Shh. Yeah, no, well, you’re gonna.
Cos if you don’t, I’ll gonna belt you.
(Laughs)
Here, look. I got something I want to give you.
Take it off. Yeah, go on, go on.
There.
Lift it up.
That’s it. Now.
Can’t get rid of me now.
Thank you, Nan.
Come on.
I love you.
I love you so much.
I love you… more than… you’ll ever know.
Now, go on.
You get going before you get me at it.
And when you get to New York, don’t forget to go to Birdland, yeah?
Pay your respects to Charlie Parker.
I will, Nan.
(Tony Bennett) ♪ Myself to you
♪ Body and soul… ♪
(♪ “Back To Black”)
♪ He left no time to regret
♪ Kept his dick wet
♪ With his same old safe bet
♪ Me and my head high
♪ And my tears dry
♪ Get on without my guy
♪ You went back to what you knew
♪ So far removed from all that we went through
♪ And I tread a troubled track
♪ My odds are stacked
♪ I go back to black
♪ We only said goodbye with words
♪ I died a hundred times
♪ You go back to her
♪ And I go back to…
♪ I go back to us
♪ I loved you more
♪ It’s not enough
♪ You love blow and I love puff
♪ And life is like a pipe
♪ And I’m a tiny penny rolling up the walls inside
♪ We only said goodbye with words
♪ I died a hundred times
♪ You go back to her and I go back to…
(Rabbi) We are gathered here today to celebrate the life of Cynthia Levy…
♪ Black
♪ Black
♪ Black
♪ Black
♪ Black
♪ Black
♪ Black
♪ I go back to…
♪ I go back to…
♪ We only said goodbye with words
♪ I died a hundred times
♪ And you go back to her
♪ And I go back to…
♪ We only said goodbye with words
♪ I died a hundred times
♪ You go back to her
♪ And I go back to…
♪ Black ♪
He’s killed me.
There you are.
Give me two twenty packs, please, Jimmy.
Sure, Amy.
Thank you.
There’s your receipt.
Thanks, love.
(Jimmy) You take care, now.
(Girl) Excuse me, are you Amy Winehouse?
Hello, angel. Yeah, I am.
Can I have your autograph?
Yeah, course you can.
What’s your name, angel?
Abby.
Abby.
Just like my name. But with Bs.
We could be sisters.
(Abby) Thank you.
I wish I was your mum.
Abby…
Shh! Don’t tell mum.
(Giggles)
One day, Jimmy. One day.
(Jimmy) Yeah, sure, love.
(Man) Over here!
(Man 2) Here she is! Where’s Blake, Amy?
Do I look like Paris fucking Hilton?
(Man) What’s in the bag, Amy?
Loads of none of your business, pal!
(Man 2) Looking a bit thin, love!
Fuck off, lads.
Come on, Amy, just one more here!
(All shouting)
Just fuck off!
(Man) Come on, Amy!
(Man 2) Amy, this way!
(Amy) Fuck off, lads! Sort yourself out!
(Muffled voices)
(Echoes) Over here! Over here! Amy, over here!
(Man) Amy!
Yeah, so when I was writing the album, erm…
…I was going through a pretty dark time.
Erm… I…
I was in a relationship with someone… I was very much in love with, you know.
Very much in love with, but it… couldn’t work, we couldn’t be together.
Erm… and he ended up going back to his ex-girlfriend.
Erm…
And I didn’t really have anything to go back to, to be honest.
You know, so I was drinking a lot, playing pool, just being stupid, really.
Erm, so the album’s about going back to a black place in my life.
Well, whatever you channelled, it worked.
The album’s number one around the world, and it’s the highest charting album
from a British female artist in the US ever.
Yeah, I got some good songs out of it.
I don’t write songs to be famous, d’you know what I mean?
I write songs cos…
I’d don’t know what I’d do if I didn’t.
I’ve got to make something good out of something bad.
Well, it’s definitely good. What are you singing for us today on The Live Lounge?
Er… it’s a track called ‘Valerie’.
Brilliant.
♪ Well, sometimes I go out by myself
♪ And I look across the water
♪ And I think of all the things what you’re doing
♪ In my head I paint a picture
♪ Cos since I come home, well, my body’s been a mess
♪ And I miss your ginger hair and the way you like to dress
♪ Won’t you come on over?
♪ Stop making a fool out of me
♪ Why don’t you come on over, Valerie?
♪ Valerie! Whoo!
♪ Valerie!
♪ Why don’t you come on over, Valerie?
That is a fucking toe-tapper.
Yeah, it is a tune, to be fair.
She’s gotta be worth a few quid.
What d’you mean?
(Snorts) You’re not interested?
Shut up, Joey. It was never about money with her.
No? Was it about her beating you up?
What a dickhead you are.
I’m just saying…
It’d be nice to get a slice of that pie.
You could settle that smack bill, for starters.
You do owe me, and I owe someone else.
She’s probably well moved on by now, anyway.
Some fruity famous type.
What, with someone she made a number one album about?
Saying how much she loves and misses them?
Hang on… that’s you.
Now, if I was a betting man, and I am,
I’d say you were in with a good shout there, Blakey boy.
I’m gonna squeeze in there with her one day.
Well, I’ll need to squeeze in there first.
Well, then, you better lose some weight, cos I’m getting in,
whether you like it or not.
You don’t need to get any thinner. What’s going on?
Just on a new diet. Is it working?
Yeah. Too well, if you ask me.
Well, I did ask you, didn’t I? So, thanks.
(Phone beeping)
What’s up?
I gotta go! I love you!
(Amy laughing)
Amy…?
I love you!
Amy!
(♪ MINNIE RIPERTON: “Les Fleurs”)
♪ Inside every man
♪ Lives the seed of a flower
♪ If he looks within, he finds beauty and power
♪ Ring all the bells, sing and tell the people
♪ Everywhere that the flower has come
♪ Light up the sky with your prayers of gladness
♪ And rejoice, for the darkness has gone
♪ Throw off your fears, let your heart speak freely
♪ At the sign that a new time is born ♪
D’you fancy a game of pool?
No.
(Overlapping voices)
(Blake) Fuck off.
Oops!
What are they after?
It’s weird.
Some of them are sleeping in their cars.
I’m not even that famous.
I’d say you are to them.
How have you been dealing with it?
I just stay in, have a few drinks,
knock my front teeth out, flash them a smile.
Then, I get my alcoholic buzz on, and go out, give them a show.
They love it.
Stupid pissed up Amy gives them exactly what they need to get paid.
So, more of them pitch up, you know.
I’m a free breakfast, lunch and dinner for those cunts.
I just wanna look after you, baby.
(Blake) And your music?
I don’t think I was put on this earth just to sing.
You know?
I just wanna be with you.
I wanna be a wife.
And I wanna be a mum.
(Willie Nelson) ♪ That’s life, and as funny as it may seem
♪ Some people get a big old kick out of stomping on dreams
(Crowd cheering and shouting)
♪ But I don’t let it, I don’t let it get me down
♪ Cos this old world just keeps spinning around… ♪
Look there!
Bit of lovely.
Come on, then.
(Amy whooping)
(Blake) ♪ They tried to make me get a prenup
♪ But I said no, no, no ♪
Not funny, baby.
♪ Big myself up and get back in the race… ♪
(Phone buzzing)
Hello?
Amy?
Hang on. It’s Amy. Just going outside.
Alright, I can hear you now. What’s up?
(Amy) ‘We got married!’
“Congratulations, Ames! Aw, thanks, Dad!”
(Mitch) ‘Amy?’
Amy, listen to me. Where are you?
And… who have you got married to?
Well, Blake, obviously. We’re in Miami!
Whoo, whoo, whoo!
Amy, I’ve… I’ve never even met the bloke.
Well, you can meet him now as my husband. Here you are!
Alright, Pops!
Oh, fucking hell.
Oh, fucking hell.
(Sighs heavily)
(Dinah Washington) ♪ I’m mad about the boy
♪ And I know it’s stupid
♪ To be mad about the boy…
Ta-da!
Beats fucking Gordon Ramsay.
Oh, too right, baby.
Oh, I got you a little present.
For me.
You shouldn’t have.
For us.
I love you, wifey.
Ha-ha!
I love you, too, baby.
♪ That here and there are traces of the cad
♪ About the boy
♪ Lord knows I’m not a fool girl
♪ I… really shouldn’t care
♪ Lord knows I’m not a school girl
♪ Who’s in the flurry of her first affair
♪ Will it ever cloy… this odd diversity of misery and joy? ♪
(Crowd cheering and clapping)
(Amy muttering)
You may have heard from my…
friends in the press, that I recently got married.
(Crowd cheering and whooping)
Yeah, what they forgot to mention, as usual,
is that I married the fittest, bestest man…
in the world, Blake.
Where are you, baby?
Fuck’s sake!
Wow. Look at you.
So lucky.
(Crowd) Ah!
Play it.
(Mouths words)
(Woman) Go on, Amy!
♪ There is no greater love
♪ Than what I feel for you
♪ No sweeter song
♪ No heart so true
(Blake) Amy, get back here!
♪ There is no greater thrill
(Blake) Amy, you fucking loon!
Amy!
(Crowd shouting)
♪ No sweeter song
♪ Than what you sing…
(Amy) Stop! Stop! Stop!
♪ You’re the sweetest thing
♪ That I’ve ever known
♪ And to think that you are mine…
I just need some cigarettes. Bless you, darling.
♪ There is no greater love
♪ In all the world… ♪
Excuse me. Have you seen Amy Winehouse?
Nah, sorry, mate.
Have you seen…? Fuck it!
Excuse me. Excuse me. Have you seen Amy Winehouse?
Have you seen her?
No.
(Crow cawing)
(Raucous laughter and shouting)
What the fuck is all this about, Amy?
Eh?
I don’t know.
(Man) Amy! Amy! Quick, it’s Amy!
(Voices outside)
(Overlapping shouting)
(Man) Amy, you alright?
(Crowd) Ooh!
(Frenzied shouting)
(Man) Another messy night, Amy?
Move, then! Come on!
(Laughing)
(Amy sighs heavily)
(Heavy knocking, door breaks)
Police! Police!
Blake Fielder-Civil, I’m arresting you on suspicion of causing Grievous Bodily Harm.
Nah, that’s bollocks, mate.
No, it’s not. Any drugs in the house?
Oh… I think we done ’em all, didn’t we?
Blake…
(Officer) Go and have a look, will you? Can you put some pants on, please?
Can I?
Yes.
Will someone tell me what the fuck is going on, please?
(Officer) Your husband assaulted a pub landlord and put him in hospital.
(Amy) He hasn’t done anything!
A broken cheekbone and a fractured eye socket.
So what? Blake! I’m going with him! Blake! Blake!
Listen. Don’t worry your head, babe. It’s a minor.
I love you!
Listen, don’t worry, yeah?
Blake! Blake! I love you!
Fuck’s sake!
Blake!
Amy, I love you.
Get the fuck off me! Let go!
Get off me! I’m fine! I’m fine!
I’m fine!
(Man) How are you doing, Amy?
(Crowd shouting)
(Man) The druggie got two years!
(Overlapping shouting)
(Crowd cheering)
It took me three men to get into this dress. Three.
What’s that about? Women, you know, you know.
It takes you three men, three men to get into a dress,
only one man to get you out of one.
(Crowd laughing and whooping)
My husband’s gonna be out of jail soon.
(Booing and whistling)
Who booed? Nah, who booed?
Cos I will find you…
I’ll find your phone, I’ll go into your pocket, find your phone,
and I will text your mum.
Tell her about your bad manners.
Cos they cost nothing, manners cost nothing.
Let’s try again.
My husband’s gonna be out of jail soon.
(Raucous cheering and clapping)
I wanna go down.
Yeah.
(Applause intensifies)
Don’t tell my husband. Don’t tell my husband, y’all!
♪ Nobody stands in between me and my man
♪ It’s me and Mister Jones
♪ What kind of fuckery is this?
♪ You made me miss the Slick Rick gig
♪ And thought that I didn’t love you when I did
♪ Can’t believe you played me out like that
♪ No, you ain’t worth guest list
♪ Plus one of all them girls you kissed
♪ You can’t keep lying to yourself like this, like this
♪ Can’t believe you played yourself like this
♪ Ruler’s one thing, but come Brixton
♪ Nobody stands in between me and my man
♪ Cos it’s me and Blake again
(Chorus) ♪ Me and Mister Jones
♪ What kind of fuckery are we?
♪ Nowadays you don’t mean dick to me
♪ I might let you make it up to me, to me
♪ Who’s playing Saturday?
♪ What kind of fuckery are you?
♪ Aside from Sammy, you’re my…
(Chorus) ♪ Best black Jew
♪ I could swear that we were through, were through
♪ I still wonder about the things you do
♪ Mister Destiny…
♪ Nine and fourteen
♪ Nobody stands in between me and my man
♪ Cos it’s me and Blake again
♪ Me and Blake again ♪
(Crowd whooping and cheering)
You want me to bring you in a cup of tea?
Yeah. Please.
(Door buzzes)
Alright.
You’re alright, yeah? Yeah?
Shall we sit down, then?
(Giggling)
I can’t get any gear. There’s been a drought.
I’m practically clean, except for weed.
I don’t even fucking like weed.
No.
Sounds bad.
Oh, well, not long to go, now.
Well, it’ll go quick.
That’s easy for you to say, you’re out there having fun.
What do you mean?
My face is getting shoved in the papers every day cos you’re in them.
It seems like you’re out on the town with every Tom, Dick and Harry.
Nothing’s going on, baby.
They said you had another fit.
Yeah.
I was obviously gonna tell you about it.
I get everything I need from the Daily Mail. It said you nearly died.
That’s one of my worst fears, you know.
The chaplain comes into my cell, tells me that you’re dead.
Everyone out there thinks that you’re the way you are now…
…cos of me.
Well, I don’t do anything I don’t wanna do.
Yeah, but the rest of the world is blaming me.
Anyway… I’ve had a moment of clarity, as they say.
Oh, yeah?
Yeah.
Yeah, we can’t be together.
I want a divorce.
What?
The counsellor in here told me what we are is toxic co-dependents.
So, we compete to fuck ourselves up and make the other one feel like shit.
Like… “anything you can do, I can do better” type thing,
like drugs and self-harm.
I’ve not cut myself once since being in here, Amy.
Was does that tell you?
I dunno.
What, your fucking razor’s blunt. You can’t blame everything on me.
We’re drug addicts, Amy.
I’ve got to fight all the other shit, too, like your boozing and bulimia,
fans and tours, fucking Mitch.
I can’t fucking win, can I?
What are you talking about, ‘winning’?
Blake, it’s not about winning.
It’s about us.
That’s the fucking problem, Amy. Us.
Blake…
I just need a fresh start., yeah?
Some fucking normality.
Bullshit!
For fuck’s sake.
Bullshit, Blake! And you know it.
You know it.
I’m in your pocket, Blake, forever.
Guv!
That’s the way it is.
Blake!
(Officer) Sit down!
(All muttering)
(Shutters clicking)
Off anywhere nice this afternoon, Amy?
(Mitch) How’s Romeo, then?
He’s clean.
What do you mean?
I don’t wanna talk about it.
Can we go to Soho, please?
What for?
I really miss her.
Are we okay to go in?
Yeah, sure.
It’s in the air. The smell of this place.
What?
Total intoxication.
I can feel Nan’s presence in here.
She’d be so proud of you, honey.
No.
No, she’d have knocked my block off by now,
if she knew I was one of them.
One of what?
An addict, Dad.
What, is that what you are, then?
It’s just I’ve never heard you use that word before, that’s all.
No need.
Everyone else says it for me.
(♪ Jazz band finishes)
Oh. We’re enjoying that, carry on.
It’s a bit hard with Amy Winehouse watching.
Don’t say that.
Do you want some help with vocals?
Yeah, come and join us.
Okay.
Okay.
(Sighs)
Should know this one.
♪ For you, I was a flame
♪ Love is a losing game
♪ Five-storey fire
♪ As he came
♪ Love is a losing game
♪ One I wish I’d never played
♪ Oh, what a mess we made
♪ And now the final frame
♪ Love is a losing game
♪ Played out by the band
(Woman) Mummy’s gonna get a drink.
♪ Love is a losing hand
♪ And it was more than I could stand
♪ Love is a losing hand… ♪
Dad?
Yes, love?
Take me to rehab, please.
You serious?
Let’s go.
(Man outside) Amy! Amy!
Ready?
Amy!
Amy!
(Mitch) Get away from my cab! Get away from my cab!
Just get in, love.
Fuck off! Get the fuck out! Will you piss off?
(Rings doorbell)
(♪ Drumbeats)
(Presenter) ‘For Album of the Year, the nominees are:
‘Foo Fighters. Vince Gill. Kanye West.
‘And Amy Winehouse for ‘Back To Black’.
‘For Best Female Pop Vocal Performance, Amy Winehouse for ‘Rehab’.
‘For Record of the Year, Amy Winehouse.
‘For Best New Artist, Amy Winehouse.’
‘Amy Winehouse is not here tonight,
‘but she will performing live on satellite from London.
‘So, we’ll see her soon. Thank you very much, congrats, Amy!’
♪ No, no, no
♪ They tried to make me go to rehab, I said: no, no, no
♪ Yes, I’ve been black, but when I come back
♪ You’ll know, know, know
♪ I ain’t got the time, and if my Daddy think I’m fine
♪ They tried to make me go to rehab, I won’t go, go, go
♪ I’d rather be at home with my Blake
♪ I ain’t got seventy days
♪ So, there’s nothing, there’s nothing you can teach me
♪ That I can’t learn from Mister Hathaway
♪ No, no, I didn’t get it a lot in class
♪ But I know it don’t come in a shot glass
♪ They tried to make me go to rehab, I said: no, no, no
♪ Yes, I’ve been black, but when I come back
♪ You’ll know, know, know
♪ I ain’t got the time, and if my Daddy think I’m fine
♪ They tried to make me go to rehab, I won’t go, go, go
♪ The man said, “Why do you think you’re here?”
♪ I said, “I got no idea”
♪ Said, “I’ll never, never lose my baby”
♪ So, I always keep a bottle near
♪ He said, “I just think you’re depressed”
♪ Hey! Hey, this me…
♪ Yeah, baby
♪ And the rest
♪ They tried to make me go to rehab, I said: no, no, no, no, no, no, no
♪ Yes, I’ve been black, but when I come back
♪ You’ll know, know, know
♪ I ain’t, I ain’t got the time, and if my Daddy think I’m fine
♪ Hey, they tried to make me go to rehab
♪ I won’t go, go, go! ♪
(Crowd cheering)
(Man) Good one, Amy!
(Presenter) ‘And now we’re proud to present the Grammy for Record of the Year.
‘This is an award that Tony won back in 1963,
‘for ‘I Left My Heart in San Francisco’.’
(Tony Bennett) ‘And Natalie won in 1992 for ‘Unforgettable’.’
(Woman) Go on, Amy!
‘And the Grammy goes to… Amy Winehouse!’
(All chant) Amy! Amy! Amy! Amy!
(Chanting continues)
Are you proud of me, Mum?
Oh, I’ve always been proud of you.
Amy! Amy! Amy!
They want me to say something. I don’t know what to say.
Just keep calm and thank everybody.
Erm…
Thank you to everyone at Island Records.
And EMI Publishing.
To Raye-Raye and Joe.
To Mark Ronson and Salaam Remi.
To my mum and dad.
And for London! This is for London!
Cos Camden Town ain’t burning down!
(Men shouting and laughing)
Amy! Hey, there she is! How ridiculous is this?
Five-time Grammy Award winner!
Hey, we’re heading off. You coming?
No, I…
I’ll catch you up.
Okay, cool.
You sure? Okay.
Yo! Hey!
(Sarah Vaughan) ♪ Embrace me
♪ My sweet embraceable you
♪ Embrace me
♪ You irreplaceable you
♪ Just one look at you
♪ My heart grows tipsy… ♪
Look at Nan in these photos.
My style icon.
My everything icon.
Yeah. Gorgeous.
Are you okay, love?
Could do with a proper drink, to be honest.
Being a good girl at the moment, aren’t I?
You’re being a great girl.
Yeah.
Well, it’s not fucking easy.
When you get to New York, maybe we can get in the studio together, lay a track down.
Seriously?
Yeah. We could do ‘Fly Me To The Moon’.
Like Tony Bennett style.
We’d be good at that one.
It’d be number one in the dance tracks in no time.
Yeah! I’ll believe that when I see it.
Alright.
(Man) Amy!
(Man 2) Amy! Amy!
(Overlapping shouting)
Dad? I love you.
(Mitch) I love you, too!
(Man) Amy, any message for Blake as he starts his new prison sentence?
Any message for his new girlfriend Sarah and their new baby?
(♪ THE SHANGRI-LAS: “Leader Of The Pack”)
♪ Is she really going out with him?
♪ Well, there she is, let’s ask her?
♪ Betty, is that Jimmy’s ring you’re wearing?
♪ Mm-hmm…
♪ Gee, it must be great riding with him
♪ Is he picking you up after school today?
♪ Mm-hmm…
♪ By the way, where’d you meet him?
♪ I met him at the candy store
♪ He turned around and smiled at me, you get the picture?
♪ Yes, we see
♪ That’s when I fell for the leader of the pack… ♪
(♪ Humming)
♪ And this regret I got accustomed to
♪ Once it was so right
♪ When we were at our height
♪ Waiting for you in the hotel at night
♪ I knew I hadn’t met my match
♪ Every moment we could snatch
♪ I don’t know why I got so attached
♪ It’s my responsibility
♪ You don’t own nothing to me
♪ But to walk away, I have no capacity ♪
‘I want people to hear my voice,
‘and just forget their troubles for five minutes.
‘I want to be remembered for just being me.’
(♪ “Tears Dry On Their Own”)
♪ I don’t understand why do I stress the man
♪ When there’s so many bigger things at hand
♪ We could have never had it all, we had to hit a wall
♪ So, this is inevitable withdrawal
♪ Even if I stop wanting you, a perspective pushes through
♪ I’ll be some next man’s other woman soon
♪ I cannot play myself again, just be my own best friend
♪ Not fuck myself in the head with stupid men
♪ He walks away, the sun goes down
♪ He takes the day, but I am grown
♪ And in your grey, in this blue shade
♪ My tears dry on their own
♪ So, we are history, your shadow covers me
♪ The sky above, a blaze
♪ He walks away, the sun goes down
♪ He takes the day, but I am grown
♪ And in your grey, in this blue shade
♪ My tears dry on their own
♪ I wish I could say no regrets, no emotional debts
♪ But as we kiss goodbye, the sun sets
♪ So, we are history, your shadow covers me
♪ The sky above, a blaze that only lovers see
♪ He walks away, the sun goes down
♪ He takes the day, but I’m grown
♪ And in your grey, my blue shade
♪ My tears dry on their own
♪ He walks away, the sun goes down
♪ He takes the day, but I am grown
♪ And in your grey, my deep shade
♪ My tears dry on their own
♪ And in your grey, my deep shade
♪ My tears dry… ♪
(Nick Cave) ♪ You say
♪ It’s time
♪ For us to call it a day
♪ But I will love you anyway
♪ You know
♪ That I don’t
♪ Even care what they say
♪ But I’ll still love you
♪ Anyway
♪ Baby
♪ Love gives everything
♪ Just to take it away
♪ And I’d give you anything
♪ For you to stay
♪ But if you go now
♪ I won’t stand in your way
♪ But I will think of you
♪ Every day
♪ Cos I will love you anyway ♪
