It's All Gone Pete Tong

"[Being swarmed by bikini clad nubiles in a boat stateroom with Max watching with perverse pleasure] I love you, Max!"

"[In his backyard in his bathrobe] Fucking come on, then! [Coke badger shovels a load of cocaine into his face and he breathes in deeply]"

"[Attempting to perform a set at a club only to have the crowd boo and throw bottles at him, so he then proceeds to throw the mixing equipment off the stage with the crowd cheering and security then wrangles him off] Off! Off! Off! Off! Let go, fuckers! Fuckers! Fucking fuckers!"

"[The Coke Badger arrives to Frankie in bed glossolalicaning] Hi. I'm actually thinking about giving it a bit of a break. Of course I fucking love you. How can you say that? I just think we don't necessarily bring out the best in each other. Not always the best thing for me. It's my problem. It's not your problem. You know what I mean? Why can't we just be mates for a little bit? I could just give you a ring every few weeks, you know? Just make it a little bit more casual. Couldn't we do that? [Coke Badger then ferociously attacks Frankie who then ravenously snorts coke, then they cuddle in bed]"

"Thank you, thank you, thank you. You are my god. My inspiration, my everything."

"It wasn't pretty, but, you know, for me for someone that has gone through something like that to still get up there and give it a go, is a big thing."

"He's on a different level now, how he listens, how he plays records."

"I think he's very special, because no other DJ can do that. I don't know what he was doing, whether he was honing his talents in another direction. He just disappeared from the scene completely. It was really depressing."

"Well, denial is a river in Frank, and it runs deep. And his sets were shambolic on times. Clearly, could only be the work of a man who couldn't hear."

"I mean he's probably down in South America, still hanging out. Probably trying to snort up one of the countries, or, I don't know, he's just, I like to think he's still out there."

"Frankie was definitely one of the best. He had his very, sort of, own style his very own momentum with the crowd. No one else did it his way. He's a showman as much as he is a musician. He controlled the crowd musically and physically. He was a born natural behind the turntable. There's no doubt. I was jealous of that. I always had to try a bit harder."

"And did I fuck her? Yeah. Yeah, I fucked her."

"It was massive. Come out of car windows, in the supermarket. Even my grandmother would whistle that tune when I went to see her in the nursing home. Frankie met Sonya when they were on the video shoot to "Rise Again.""

"Legend has it that Frank's problems started undramatically. It was the simplest thing that kicked it off. It was years and years of noise was the basis of the problem. But the very beginnings of it, in his life, started very plainly. Frankie's problem was quite a common problem amongst DJ's an occupational hazard. They work in the clubs. The noise just takes its toll."

"Fair play to the guy. I have no idea what I would have done in that situation. I mean, there he is. You know, he's between a rock, and you know, another rock, which is harder and bigger."

"Frank just locks himself up in his room, didn't come out of his villa for a long time. He had this theory he was gonna get his hearing back by having complete silence. He wanted to rest his ears completely. He hired people to bring in supplies for him to the villa. The only accounts we have of Frank during this period come from various drug dealers. He was in a very dark place."

"Well, Frank's system was ingenious, and with the weight of his sight, he proclaims that he began to see a rhythm in everything a pattern in the visual world around him. You know, could see music. Frankie had worked with this all his life and then he realized he was able to piece together those sets that he used to do. And, hey, presto, you know, four to the floor, returneth."

"There was like a flat line. It was... Still, to this day, I'm... That was it, gone. Frankie Wilde, bye-bye. Gone. And everybody was like that: Holding the baby. I've heard a story that he's running a record shop in Oxford. There's a story that he went to Fiji and then died of syphilis. But nobody knows. You know, I don't know where he is. He was another deaf guy with a deaf guy's needs. And he went off to a quiet place. Although, I suppose that wouldn't make much difference. [Ending shots shows Frankie teaching a class of children interpretive dance and then he is tapping on bongo drums out in the street, Penelope comes by with their kid and Frankie gives his change to a busker next to him, who raises a hand in gratitude]"

"Super, super, super, loco."

"Frankie was cruising along, doing his thing, getting all the attention that he needed. And then he met Max."

"Anyway, a bit of a tosser. Not my sort of person, but absolutely took him to the next level."

"Oh, man. I mean, everybody knew that she'd been about. But he seemed to like that. I mean, that was his thing. You know, I mean, even I'd had a go at her."

"I think a lot of people tolerated her because she was Frankie's wife. At the end of the day, I think she was partying with everyone else. I didn't like her. I didn't think she was good for him."

"Someone like Frankie, having a problem like that, I thought: "This geezer's gonna go. He's gonna lose it." And he did lose it. I watched him lose it, slowly but surely."

"[Frankie and Sonya are having sex with her bent over the tennis court net] I fucking hate you, I fucking hate you!"

"No. Hey, tell him it's like a wasp just stung my clit, yeah. I don't give a fuck if he's religious. Tell him anyway. Fuck him. Bye."

"[At a café, with Max proposing a toast] To the handicapped. Sorry."

"Frankie Wilde, good luck. Good luck."

"[Bursting into Frank's bedroom to find him lying there in a total state of apathy and then rants] Where the fuck's the album, Frank?! Where... the fuck... is the album, Frank?! Where the fuck is the album?! It smells like shit in here, Frank! What the fuck's happened to you?! What the fuck happened to you, Frank?! I don't know what this is! I don't know what this is! This is bullshit, Frank! This isn't how you take on things, huh?! Listen, maybe this isn't the worst thing in the world. Take some fucking time off. Go in the sun for fuck's sakes, huh?! Eat a lot of fruit, get some fucking vitamins in you! Vegetables and greens and shit! I can't, you know, there's... I was reading yesterday, there's a fish, it's called a zebra fish. Has little hairs on it. And somehow, they can implant that... I don't know. It's too fucking hot. It's always too fucking hot. I can't help you. I don't know how to... I don't know how to help... I don't want to help you. I can't help you."

"Max first brought Frankie to my attention. I knew he had what it took behind the decks, but it turned out that Frankie really understood the music production side. You know, knew his way around a studio."

"That's the first one. [Holds up demo tape] So I signed him straightaway. And Frankie delivered."

"His hearing was fucked. But he tried to keep working and plow through. You know, put the horse blinkers on. Ignore the problem, and it'll go away. You know, always works for me."

"He was stone-fucking deaf. There's not much you can do as a DJ if you can't hear. Generally, the field of music; other than the obvious example has been dominated by people who can hear. He was never gonna hear again. It was as simple as that. It was gone."

"I didn't want a deaf DJ on the label. I didn't want the company to be touched with the deaf stamp. Well, business is tough, and sometimes you have to make awkward decisions. And I've made harder decisions than dropping the deaf DJ."

"The first time I heard Hear No Evil, I was like, you know, "Whatever." But then Max told me Frankie's story, and the penny dropped. People love a good tragedy. People love handicaps, frankly. It gets them emotional, you know. So I'll get on that deaf train with a wheelchair ramp. No problem. First-class ticket, please."

"I thought it was amazing, you know, that somebody that's deaf can actually, can actually, you know, be a DJ."

"I just think that guy is so fantastic. He has a gift that no one else has. And somehow, he is gonna do it. The vibe that night was incredible. All the memories had come back, you know. He'd hit the depths then he was just back. Pacha, Frankie Wilde, comeback. "Take this. Check this out." I've never seen an atmosphere like it. It was amazing. He probably never thought he'd ever feel that again. And to come back and actually feel that and more it was a great experience. Everybody in the room shared the same experience. It was really, really special. It was kind of what dance music's about, really. He just had clubland sparking, big time. He just took the roof off the place. It was amazing. It was like he was an even better DJ as a deaf man than he'd been before. It was incredible."

"[Scene of nightclubbers chanting "DJ" and Frankie Wilde appears in a toga with a thorn crown, then floats down, suspended from wires and is dropped into a pool, then is followed by a montage of Frankie Wilde's antics while performing at Ibiza clubs] Song lyrics: I used to drink, I used to smoke, and then I'd dance, I used to drink, I used to smoke, and then I'd dance, Well, coming for a living in this crowded room, I need some new religion and I need it pretty soon. Drink, I used to smoke, and then I'd dance, I used to cuss, I used to fuss, Oh then I'd dance. Culture based on comfort men around her thighs, angels drawn on velvet brings water to my eyes. I'm gonna drink, I'm gonna smoke. Then dance. All night, I don't break dance, I don't break dance, I don't break dance no more, I said, Oh no my DJ's in a Row come on, Let's go. Oh no, those DJ's have got to go come on. Lets go, you might also like. Those DJ's, They're always scratching, itching, break."

"Paul Kaye as Frankie Wilde"

"Beatriz Batarda as Penelope Garcia"

"Kate Magowan as Sonja Slowinski"

"Mike Wilmot as Max Haggar"

"Neil Maskel as Jack Stoddart"

"Monica Maja as Charlize Bondo"

"Pete Tong as Self"

"Ron Lloy Hugh Elliston as Marvin Sallis"

"Dan Antopolski as Eric Banning the biographer"

"Tim Plester as Brent Tufford"

"Tame as Music Producer"

"Paul Spence as Alfonse"