💬 Trainspotting (1996)

A fucking stroke. Just like that.

A joke's a fucking joke.

A little bit crazy, a little bit bad.

A lot of gear.

A loving man with a great lust for life.

A moment like that can touch you deep inside.

A seat carved from ebony, a cistern full of Chanel No. 5,

A walk!

Aah!

Aah! Fuck's sake!

Aah.

About his unifying theory of life.

About human relationships

About some football team that never wins,

About two kilos, so he tells me.

Actually, it's a nightmare.

After all, I had work to do.

After all, this was Boomtown,

After all, we're not fucking stupid.

All I am trying to do, Mark, is to help you understand

All I need is one final hit

All right, move away, people.

All right.

All the fucking chemicals.

All walks of life.

Also a drug addict.

An embarrassment to the selfish,

And a flunky handing me pieces of raw silk toilet roll.

And a sweat on my back like a layer of frost.

And accuses him of putting him off by looking at him.

And after that, well, the game was mine.

And all of the things that don't matter

And all the fresh air in the world

And as I sat watching

And as the impotence of those days faded into memory,

And at the moment, it's nowhere near enough.

And bored housewives.

And death and all that shite, which is not to be ignored.

And dental insurance.

And despite what you may believe,

And do it all over again.

And don't make any noise.

And electrical tin openers.

And finally, Francis Begbie has been on television a lot,

And fulfilling life as a good citizen.

And get a girl, take her out, treat her right.

And got the police to break down the door.

And he can get the fire end in his puss anytime he wanted.

And he never cheated on anyone.

And he scores!

And I can't even walk the fucking streets, you go.

And I did what had to be done.

And I don't want any pot noodles, by the way.

And I've never felt so alone, never in all my puff.

And if that's not your fault, then I don't know what is.

And it all goes wrong, big time.

And it's fuck all to do with morality.

And it's going at £320 a week.

And just for a moment, it felt really great.

And just say no.

And maybe not kick my head in, right?

And no cunt leaves here till we find out what cunt did it.

And now I'm ready.

And now I've got 18 hours to go till my next shot

And now.

And other sorts of shit.

And Sick Boy. He'd have done the same to me

And so she did. I could understand that.

And Spud. Well, okay, I felt sorry for Spud.

And that Iggy Pop business

And that was it.

And that was that.

And the bag.

And the gear. Look.

And the reasons?

And then he has a stroke.

And there's the captain, Archie Gemmill,

And unreliable fuck ups in town.

And was here, he said, to mix business and pleasure,

And what about The Untouchables?

And why would I want to sell my passport?

And with that, Mark Renton had fallen in love.

And with the winnings, we went out to celebrate.

And you're talking about a scag deal?

And your giro is fucking finished, right?

Any trouble in London, and he would dump us immediately.

Anybody else want to get in my fucking way?

Are you feeling better now?

Are you game for it?

Are you getting in or not, pal?

Are you her flatmates, like?

Are you serious?

Armed robbery? With a replica?

As he is wanted by the police

As if to say, Come ahead, square, go.

As you put it.

As you wish, sir.

As you wish.

At a very reasonable price, with the intention

At least that was Begbie's version of the story.

At or around this time,

At the box office.

At the end of the day, I'm the cunt with the pool cue,

Aye, that's me.

Aye, you fucking do.

Aye.

Baby Dawn, she wasn't mine.

Bad Boy!

Bad?

Bastard!

Be halfway down the street with the money.

Beaut as the driven snow, that shit, Danny.

Beautiful, exotic, highly sexual,

Beautifully fucking illustrated.

Because it's illegal. That's why not.

Because no matter how much you stash or how much you steal,

Because shoplifting is theft, which is a crime,

Before the neighbors complained about the smell

Begbie didn't do drugs, either. He just did people.

Begbie didn't trust Spud.

Begbie settled in in no time at all.

Begbie was hard, but not so hard

Being perpetrated with three of the most useless

Better than sex, Rents.

Better than sex.

Brilliant gold taps, virginal white marble,

But a couple of days later I got the truth from Tommy.

But Begbie is playing absolutely fucking gash.

But Begbie. I couldn't give a shit about him.

But by then we had another reason to go back.

But combined with a sly wit...

But finally I manage to set it up so all he has to do

But he never knew he'd gone full blown.

But he's a mate, you know, so what can you do?

But I just need one more score.

But I told him where to go.

But I was very impressed with the capable manner

But I've got good vibes about this interview thing today.

But if I'm prepared to take a chance,

But it does not excuse them.

But it doesn't last long, not like £16,000.

But it hadn't really registered before.

But it's in the post, that's for sure.

But it's never enough.

But let's be clear about this.

But let's face it. I ripped them off.

But living like this, it's a full time business.

But mainly I didn't miss them at all.

But no way, no fucking way.

But not me. I'm negative.

But now it returned with a vengeance.

But only after me.

But that's gonna change.

But the good times couldn't last forever.

But the sickness is on its way.

But then again, try too hard...

But there comes a time

But there's really no need to take it out on us.

But this was not the normal run of things.

But under the circumstances, I'll settle for anywhere.

But watching him suffer was just too much fun.

But we have many things to remember him by.

But why would I want to do a thing like that?

But you try telling Begbie that.

But, hey, don't us girls just love that?

Buy some fucking beer. I'm out.

By the way, see when I get back.

Calm down!

Calm down. I'm only asking.

Calm down. You're not going to jail.

Can I borrow this?

Can you believe it?

Can you not go yourself?

Can't be too careful when we're dealing with your type, can we?

Can't get a girl. No chance of a ride.

Casual sex.

Cat got your tongue?

CD4 is the right answer!

CD4.

Charlie Nicholas, David Niven, Malcolm McLaren, Elvis Presley.

Choice of sweaters, family Christmas,

Choose a career. Choose a family.

Choose a fucking big television.

Choose a starter home. Choose your friends.

Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase

Choose D.I.Y. and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning.

Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments.

Choose good health, low cholesterol,

Choose life.

Choose life. Choose a job.

Choose rotting away at the end of it,

Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players,

Choose your future. Choose life.

Christ.

Clear enough, Miss Moneypenny.

Clear?

Closer in that respect to Cary Grant.

Come alive, 35.

Come in and sit down.

Come on, Bad Boy!

Come on, Franco, move away. Aah!

Come on, man, I'm a fucking adult.

Come on, son! Come on, son!

Come on, wake up!

Come on!

Come on! Come on!

Cook us up a shot, Rents.

Cool down, Franco. The man says he's sorry.

Cool. Whatever you say, man. Sorry.

Custom fucking designed for your needs.

Dear Mark...

Democratic decision to get back on heroin as soon as possible.

Depression. Boredom.

Despite the Academy Award?

Devoid of regret and remorse.

Dextromoramide, chlormethiazole.

Diane was right. The world is changing.

Diane.

Did I tell you about my birthday?

Did you tell him yet?

Do you find that this approach usually works?

Do you see the beast?

Do you see yourself as having any weaknesses?

Do you understand?

Does a nice sideline

Doesn't it make you proud to be Scottish?

Don't know.

Don't worry, son. These things happen.

Don't!

Doncaster. 4:40.

Dot, dot, dot.

Dreaming about heroin and Ziggy Pop.

Even drugs are changing.

Even men and women are changing.

Every chance you've had, son, you've blown it.

Every time Begbie goes near the table, he fucks it up.

Every time I touch a ball, I seem to pot something.

Everything's going to be just fine.

Exactly.

Exactly. I'm not wanting that cat, she says.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Excuse me, I don't mean to harass you,

Failure on your part to live up to these reasonable expectations

First hint of that, they'll be on to the DHSS.

Flatmates?

Following the game at all?

Football!

For a vegetarian, Rents, you're a fucking evil shot.

For all the good they've done me,

For four fucking grand?

For fuck's sake!

For fuck's sake.

For it was the source of much of our gear.

For the first time in my adult life, I was almost content.

For the great scag deal that was going to make him rich.

For the long night that lies ahead.

For this you will need one room, which you will not leave.

For unhappiness and pain, and we took them all.

Francis Begbie.

Franks!

From time to time, even I have uttered the magic words.

Fuck it, we would have injected vitamin C

Fuck off!

Fuck off! Doss cunt!

Fuck off.

Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck.

Fucked out of his eyeballs on smack or downers.

Fucked up brats that you've spawned to replace yourself.

Fucking boring after a while without the cards.

Fucking brand new, by the way.

Fucking hell.

Fucking horrible.

Fucking kill you.

Fucking listen to me, you piece of junkie shit.

Fucking rented, anyway.

Fucking right I am.

Fucking say something!

Fucking scandal.

Fucking...

Fully fitted in excellent decorative order.

Gail. Mr. Houston, Mrs. Houston.

Gemmill at his very best!

Generous but firm.

Georgie Best, for example, had it, lost it.

Get some good speed, no bicarb.

Get the fuck, right.

Get you a good price.

Gets home from the hospital and dies three weeks later.

Getting out much, Tommy?

Give me the gun.

Giving the boy here the tanning of a lifetime.

God.

Going straight and choosing life.

Goldfinger's better than Dr. No.

Gonna buy yourself a wee island in the sun?

Good chips.

Good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance,

Good morning, Spud. Sit down and have some breakfast.

Got a girl. Too much hassle.

Got any gear on you?

Got no money. Can't get drunk.

Great.

Grim desperation took a hold in his sex crazed mind.

H.I.V. binds to which receptor on the host lymphocyte?

Hard currency! That'll do nicely.

Have you got a passport?

Have you got it in your sights?

He came off junk at the same time.

He didn't need to negotiate.

He forgot. Useless motherfucker.

He fucked up good and proper. You had to hand it to Spud.

He had more in the suitcase, but it was better than nothing.

He had to.

He has gone from us,

He insisted on telling me once again

He knows a lot about Sean Connery.

He never hurt anybody.

He never knew you could get toxoplasmosis from cat shit.

He never told lies, he never took drugs,

He picks on this specky wee gadgee at the bar

He starts getting these headaches,

He wanted to see Lizzy again.

He wants rid of this, right?

He was going down for 15 to 20.

He was going to chib him, I tell you.

He'd been dead for ages

He's a mate also. What can you do?

He's always been lacking in moral fiber.

He's gonna go. He's going all the way.

He's got a hangover so bad he can hardly hold the cue,

He's our son.

Heap it up on a spoon and dissolve it with bile,

Help!

Here I was surrounded by my family and my so called mates,

Here.

Here's two.

Heroin addiction may explain your actions,

Heroin had robbed Renton of his sex drive,

Heroin makes you constipated.

Hey, but I could handle

Hey, Rent Boy, no fucking smack.

Hey, Rent Boy, you bring me down a fucking smoke.

Hey, Rents.

Hey.

Hi.

His post junk libido, fueled by alcohol and amphetamine,

Hit.

Ho ho ho ho!

Honestly, it's no problem.

Honor Blackman, A.K.A. Pussy Galore, right?

House! House!

How much gear?

How's that?

I am merely here. But obviously I'm here.

I appreciate what you're trying to do.

I bet Lizzy told him where to stick it.

I can find out for myself.

I can't believe you did that.

I chose not to choose life.

I chose something else.

I could offer a million answers, all false.

I decided to put them in the worst place in the world.

I don't feel the sickness yet,

I don't know, man.

I don't know.

I don't rate that at all.

I don't see why not.

I expect you to be a considerate and thoughtful lover.

I fantasize about massive pristine convenience.

I get all nervous. I can't answer the questions.

I got a good price for it.

I had a bit much to drink. I had a bit of an accident.

I had to get rid of them.

I haven't felt that good

I just put down Royal Edinburgh College to help get the job.

I just want the money, Mark.

I knew he was gonna do that.

I knew what was going on in his mind.

I left something.

I mean everything was gonna be even worse than it already was.

I mean, heroin's got great fucking personality.

I mean, how can it be armed robbery with a fucking replica?

I mean, I wouldn't touch her with yours.

I mean, I'm not saying I was blameless myself.

I mean, let's face it, mate.

I met Spud, who sends his regards,

I met this bloke.

I might as well have stuck them up my arse.

I might have returned it by mistake.

I might just get to know the inner you.

I most certainly had nothing to do with it.

I must remember that one.

I need a hit.

I need one more fucking hit!

I need to visit the Mother Superior for one hit.

I promised myself another one before I got to London.

I quite enjoyed the sound of it all.

I read it in Cosmopolitan.

I realized that something important

I remember when you were a wee baby.

I said to her,

I settled in not too badly and kept myself to myself.

I shall not hesitate to impose a custodial sentence.

I sure have heard that one before.

I think Allison had been screaming all day,

I think he wants to go himself.

I thought you might, Franco.

I thought you might.

I took all three this morning,

I want a fucking hit!

I want to put across the general idea rather than the details.

I want to try it, Mark.

I want to watch ourselves while we're screwing.

I was thinking to myself, This girl's special.

I wished I could think of something to say,

I wished I'd gone down instead of Spud.

I would have had nothing to do with the cunt,

I wouldn't have bothered.

I wouldn't mind a bit, if it is.

I'd like to say it's been a pleasure haggling with you.

I'd rather take care of it myself.

I'd say, in those days, he was a muscular actor.

I'll be right fucking after you.

I'll come back with you, but I'm not promising anything.

I'll fucking kick it out.

I'll get the drinks.

I'll put the sheets in the machine.

I'll see you around then.

I'm a footballer, and I get nerves on the big occasion, man.

I'm a fucking adult. I can find out for myself.

I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on.

I'm cooking up.

I'm doing my best to lose, you know.

I'm expecting a rent check.

I'm fucking Lee Marvin.

I'm glad you've found a job and somewhere to live.

I'm going to be just like you.

I'm going to change.

I'm going to get it sorted out, get off it for good.

I'm gonna get something for my ma.

I'm in the junky limbo at the moment.

I'm looking forward to it already.

I'm no longer constipated.

I'm not a type of cunt that goes looking for bother.

I'm not pregnant, but thanks for asking.

I'm on the black, and he's in the corner,

I'm playing like Paul fucking Newman by the way.

I'm sorry about last night, by the way.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Murphy.

I'm sorry, Tommy.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.

I'm sorry. I do not have two grand.

I'm terribly sorry. I can't go to £ 19,000.

I've been desperate for a shag,

I've got a beautifully converted Victorian townhouse.

I've got no fucking cigarettes.

I've got the money.

I've seen your bank statement.

Ice cream, vanilla, one large tub of.

Ideal for your purposes.

Ideally located in a quiet road,

Ideas best kept to myself.

If everybody keeps their mouth shut,

If he got caught with a bagful of scag,

If he'd only thought of it first.

If only they'd made it illegal.

If you can't hold a pint, you shouldn't be in the pub.

If you don't see me again, I'll tell the police.

If you're gonna waste it on a bird,

Iggy Pop is not dead. He toured last year.

In a jeweler's in Corstorphine.

In a range of fucking fabrics.

In a state of full consciousness.

In a word, pleasure.

In an attempt to wean yourself away from heroin.

In connection with an armed robbery

In fact, you don't normally approach girls, am I right?

In point of fact, nothing was going to be just fine.

In punting British passports to foreigners.

In sentencing you to six months imprisonment,

In that case, you can do it.

In the sexual sphere, as in all others,

In which field, of course,

In which you dealt with that.

In your heart, you kind of know

Indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by,

Instead, he and Begbie hung around my bed sit

Into a program of rehabilitation

Is conditional on your continued cooperation with this program.

Is he guilty or not guilty?

Is that a promise, then?

Is that you have to endure cunts telling you...

Is there any chance of getting back together?

Is to pot the black to win one game

It could be six. Could be none.

It does a man good to cut loose once in a while.

It had been days since I heard anyone speak,

It looks easy, this, but it's not.

It looks like a doss, like a soft option.

It seemed he had no theory

It seems I really am the luckiest guy in the world.

It took about 12 hours.

It was awful.

It was just an idea.

It was my fucking telly!

It was obvious that cunt was going to fuck some cunt.

It was one of his major weaknesses.

It was that videotape

It was Wednesday morning.

It wasn't a big deal, just a minor betrayal.

It wasn't just the baby that died that day.

It wasn't my baby.

It's a mug's game, Mrs. Renton.

It's a shite state of affairs to be in, Tommy,

It's a sympathy vote.

It's a tightrope, Spud. It's a fucking tightrope.

It's a waste of your life, Mark,

It's all about aesthetics,

It's an interesting theory.

It's certainly a phenomenon in all walks of life.

It's fresh air.

It's good.

It's Iggy Pop.

It's just a pity no one told Begbie.

It's just a question of who you fancy.

It's like an abscess in your brain.

It's me.

It's no problem for me.

It's not important.

It's official.

It's on its way.

It's the great outdoors!

It's up to you.

Jesus Christ!

Jesus!

Junk food, children, walks in the park,

Just bring me one more hit.

Just say no.

Just stand back and watch and try not to get involved.

Just the one like. For old time's sake.

Just to annoy me.

Just to piss Begbie off.

Just to show me how easily he could do it,

Keep on going, getting up, going out, robbing,

Let's face it. It could have been wonderful.

Like heroin.

Like it meant something.

Like some coffee?

Like we were in it together, like friends.

Like, if things get a bit dodgy, I cannot be bothered.

Like, my pleasure in other people's leisure.

Lizzy's gone, Mark.

Loads of contacts.

Look, could you help me out?

Look, every cunt knows you've been saving up down in London.

Look, I'm not a fucking bufty.

Look, Tommy, we know you're getting a hard time off Lizzy,

Looking all fucking biscuit arsed,

Looking at me, right fucking at me,

Looking for things to steal.

Lots of storage space, and all mod cons.

Lots of tricks, 66.

Lou Reed? Some of his solo stuff's not bad.

Magnesia, milk of, one bottle.

Mark.

Maybe Allison knew. Maybe not.

Maybe I should go back to the clinic.

Me and Tommy playing pool.

Mikey Forrester? Russian sailors?

Mikey. Hi. Yeah, it's Mark Renton.

Mineral water, Lucozade, pornography.

Mmm. Ohh.

More of a friend of a friend, no?

Morning.

Mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage,

Mr. Murphy, do you mean that you lied on your application?

Mr. Murphy, what exactly attracts you

Mr. Murphy, you are a habitual thief,

Mr. Renton, I understand that you have entered

Multiply it by 1,000 and you're still nowhere near it.

Mushroom soup, 8 tins of for consumption cold.

Music is changing. Drugs are changing.

My only worry is it will not be long before we meet again.

My so called mates.

Nalbuphine, pethidine, pentazocine, buprenorphine,

Near to the local shops and transport.

Need like nothing else I've ever known

Neither did I. What is it?

Never again, Swanney. I'm off the scag.

Never mind pot a ball.

Nightmare.

No argument. You can sleep on the sofa in the hall or go home.

No bother, none at all.

No bother.

No clinics, no methadone.

No fucking way.

No matter how often you go out and rob and fuck people over,

No one has seen Tommy for ages.

No one told me when we bought the scag,

No way would I poison my body with that shite.

No, I appreciate it, Tommy.

No, I don't think so.

No, I'm clean, man.

No, it's not bad, but it's not great either, is it?

No, man! True love.

No, no, no, I'll wash them.

No, stick it on my tab.

No, thank you. I'll proceed directly

No, toxoplasmosis.

No!

No! Get off!

No! God, no!

No! No!

No.

Nobody move!

Nor did I.

Not because he wanted to.

Not by decision.

Not for me, anyway.

Not holding hands.

Not much.

Not sorry enough for being a fat cunt.

Nothing could have been further from the truth.

Now get the drinks.

Now I'm ready.

Now what?

Now, I've justified this to myself in all sorts of ways.

Now?

Obviously fucking fancied himself, like.

Of course I'd have another shot.

Of methadone a day instead of smack.

Of punting it on myself to a guy I know in London.

Oh, fuck's sake.

Oh, fucking nice one, Franco!

Oh, God, Tommy, I feel sick.

Oh, it's really fucking good.

Oh, Lizzy!

Oh, mama's little baby loves.

Oh, my God, no! Please, no!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my son, I thought I was gonna lose you there.

Oh, no.

Oh, Tom, come in me!

Oh, Tom! Oh, my God!

Oh, well, in that case.

Oh, well, we wouldn't run out on a mate, eh?

Oh, what a magnificent goal!

Oh, yes, 'cause I'm a bit of a perfectionist, actually.

Oh, yes, it's a beautifully converted Victorian townhouse.

Oh! Oh, no! Oh, no!

Ohh!

Ohh! Oh!

Ohh.

Okay.

Old age pensioners, AIDS patients, epileptics,

On account of the length of his habit.

On an otherwise uninterrupted downward trajectory.

On the contrary, everything was going to be bad.

On top of that armed robbery shit,

On you go.

Once the pain goes away, the real battle starts.

One bottle of Valium, which I procured from my mother,

One bucket for urine, one for feces, and one for vomitus.

One fucking hit to get us over this long, hard day.

One mattress.

One palm tree, a couple of rocks, and a sewage outflow.

One television.

One way or another.

Open up. Open up now!

Open your eyes! Wake up!

Opium suppositories.

Or at least I think that's what he said.

Or David Bowie, or Lou Reed.

Or traded drugs with cancer victims, alcoholics,

Or we'd outgrown each other. You know, that sort of thing.

Or, let me guess, you've never tried it before.

Otherwise we wouldn't do it.

Our only response was to keep on going and fuck everything.

Ow!

Paracetamol, mouthwash, vitamins,

Pardon me, may I use your bathroom?

Pathetic trash that was ever shat into civilization.

People get hung up on details.

People think it's all about misery and desperation

Perhaps sir would like me to call for a taxi?

Personality.

Personality. I mean, that's what counts, right?

Picking it up from the outside.

Picture the scene.

Pile misery upon misery,

Pissing and shitting all over the place.

Pissing your last in a miserable home.

Poisoning your body with that shite.

Pop into bookie's and put a line on for us.

Profit, loss, margins, takeovers, lending, letting,

Propelling ourselves with longing

Pushed forward again.

Puts down his drink, turns, and gets the fuck out of there.

Question number one.

Question number two.

Realizes what he's done, gets very fucking nervous.

Really, no!

Regret to inform, sir,

Relinquishing junk, stage one. Preparation.

Remember, if they think you're not trying, you're in trouble.

Renton.

Rents, I need the money.

Retrovirus is the right answer!

Retrovirus?

Returned it?

Right?

Right.

Right. I'm off for a pish.

Runs a hotel, a brothel.

Say something, Mark.

School is fine at the moment.

See when I get back the money's still here, okay?

See, for me, it's got to be the best, or it's nothing at all.

See, I just get pure shy with the interviewer cats.

See, inside, you wouldn't last two fucking days.

Seems to me like it's going pretty well.

Segregated themselves from the failures.

Sell it on the streets? Fuck that!

Setting up contacts, as he constantly informed me,

Several years of addiction in the middle of an epidemic,

Sex.

Shag her senseless.

She might have been screaming for a week for all I knew.

She told me where to go and no fucking mistake.

She was right. I had to find something new.

She wasn't my baby.

She wouldn't let him near the house.

She'd shag one punter from Edinburgh,

She'd shag the whole fucking lot of us.

She's gone and fucking dumped me.

She's gone! She's gone!

Shh!

Shite.

Shites it.

Shopping.

Should you stand guilty before me again,

Showing initiative and that.

Shut up!

Sick Boy and Begbie were bound to feel threatened.

Sick Boy didn't do his drug deal, and he didn't get rich.

Sick Boy had reinvented himself as a pimp and a pusher

Sick Boy was too careful these days.

Since Archie Gemmill scored against Holland in 1978.

Since I last saw him,

Since I was on remand, they've had me on this program.

Slow release. Bring you down gradually.

Small time wasters with an accidental big deal.

Sneaky fucker, don't you think?

So every punter in Edinburgh is jerking off to our video?

So he bought her a present, brought her this kitten.

So he just uses more smack, you know, for the pain, like.

So he met me, and I offered to take it off his hands

So he wakes up the next morning,

So he's got the hump, right?

So he's on the black, pressure shot.

So how much would you like for this?

So I cooked up, and she got a hit.

So I rolled up my sleeve, I spiked my vein,

So I squares up, casual like.

So it comes to the last shot.

So let's see what I'm missing.

So there's Tommy stuck with this kitten.

So we all get old, we can't hack it anymore, and that's it?

So what about you, Spud, any investments on the horizon?

So when my boss found two suckers who would,

So who else?

So why did I do it?

So?

Sodium amytal, dextropropo xyphene, methadone,

Sold them, swapped them, forged them, photocopied them,

Some hot sex with a ******* Princess.

Some lucky punter would have to try it out.

Some people hate the English. I don't.

Something inside Sick Boy was lost and never returned.

Something sympathetic, something human.

Sometimes, I thought about the guys,

Sooner or later, this kind of thing was bound to happen.

Soothing music. Tomato soup, 10 tins of.

Sorry, man. I'm sorry.

Sorry, mate.

Sort of like a stroke.

Sounds great to me.

Spirit crushing game shows,

Spud had done well. I was proud of him.

Spud, Sick Boy, and I made a healthy, informed,

Spud, you've already been to jail.

Spud's? Swanney's? Sick Boy's?

Starts staring at me.

Stealing, fucking people over,

Still here, I see.

Stolen only hours earlier from one of my best friends,

Stop it. Fucking stop it.

Stop it. Stop it.

Stop!

Straightaway he clocked us for what we were.

Stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth.

Subletting, subdividing,

Supposed to be solid silver. It's fucking garbage.

Surely to fuck, someone must have.

Surrounded by the living dead.

Swanney taught us

Sweat, chills, nausea, pain, and craving.

Take care. Yours with love, Diane.

Take it or leave it.

Take Sick Boy, for instance.

Take the best orgasm you ever had,

Taunted him remorselessly with his own unsatisfied desire.

Taxi!

Temazepam, nitrazepam, phenobarbitone,

Thank you very much, gentlemen.

Thank you, Mr. Murphy.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Thank you.

Thanks, Mark.

Thanks.

That although it sounds all right, it's actually just shite.

That beats any fucking cock in the world.

That beats any meat injection.

That he didn't shite it off 20 years in Sultan.

That lassie got glassed,

That means fuck all.

That much is true.

That only made you worse. You said so yourself.

That The Name of the Rose is merely a blip

That was Begbie's story.

That was that fucking cunt.

That wasn't any fair. Spud going down and not me.

That went without saying.

That's all I've got, man.

That's all right. I slept fine on the sofa.

That's four.

That's hardly a substitute.

That's nice.

That's what everyone says.

That's what he got off on. His own sensory addiction.

That's what keeps a relationship going through the years.

That's your theory?

The beggar's fucking psycho, man.

The compact disc, and electrical tin opener,

The cunt hasn't glanced in our direction.

The deciding ball of the whole tournament.

The dodgiest scam in a lifetime of dodgy scams

The downside of coming off junk

The embodiment, right, of his superiority to us.

The fucking video shop?

The heroin from my last hit is fading away.

The human immunodeficiency virus is a...

The intimate and highly personal video,

The job, the family, the fucking big television,

The kitten was fine.

The last thing I told you was to mind the cards.

The moment your back's turned, we're out the door.

The most wretched, miserable, servile,

The only drawback, or at least the principal drawback,

The other fucking week, doing the fucking volley.

The pleasure was mine.

The point is, you've got to find something new.

The quintessential Bond Girl.

The scum of the fucking Earth.

The Sick Boy method.

The situation was becoming serious.

The state sponsored addiction.

The streets are awash with drugs you can have

The suppositories have yet to melt.

The suspension of your sentence

The thing was neglected.

The truth is that I'm a bad person,

The truth is that you're a quiet, sensitive type,

The ultimate hit.

The washing machine, the car,

The world's changing. Music's changing.

Then I thought he was going to do me.

Then squirt it into a stinking, purulent vein,

Then what happened?

Then you lose it, and it's gone forever.

There and then, like.

There are no reasons.

There is no such entity as victimless crime.

There was no need for you to get your foot in the door,

There was no such thing as society, and even if there was,

There was only one thing for it.

There were a lot of possibilities running

There!

There'll be no cunt going to jail.

There'll be no guys and no girls, just wankers.

There's better things than the needle, Rents.

There's couples investing all their hopes in that stuff.

There's final hits and final hits.

There's something you need to do.

There's this mate of Swanney's.

There's too much discrimination in this town.

Thereby downgrading my own struggle.

These are the guys I told you about.

These are your friends, right?

These, gentlemen, are £2,000 bundles.

They cut your balls off and flush them down the toilet.

They reminded me of myself.

They weren't paying any rent,

They're both schools.

They're fucking carrying this stuff for sale,

They're just wankers.

Things I didn't want to talk to anyone about,

This cunt is not trying.

This is not natural, man.

This is the last of that sort of thing.

This one could do with being tied up once in a while.

This one's two bedrooms and a kitchen/diner.

This should present no significant problems.

This was a real drag to him.

This was his nightmare.

This was to be my final hit.

This was typical of Mikey Forrester.

Thomas McKenzie filled a number of different roles in our lives.

Though someone must have said something in all that time.

Three piece suite, D.I.Y., game shows,

Three sickly sweet doses

Through my mind about what might happen in London.

Thunderball was a notable success.

To respect the National Health Service,

To salvage a little bit of pride

To soothe the pain while the Valium takes effect.

To take the pain away.

To the intravenous injection of hard drugs, please.

To the leisure industry?

To those of us gathered here today,

Tommy knew he'd got the virus, like,

Tommy was lying facedown in a pool of vomit.

Tommy, go!

Tommy, it's Mark, man.

Tommy, let's put the tape on.

Tommy!

Tommy.

Too ill to sleep, too tired to stay awake.

Towards the day that it would all go wrong.

True love.

Try some of this, Spud.

Trying to humor him, like, but it's not doing any good.

Two kilos. What is that, 10 years?

Under the normal run of things

Ursula Andress.

Wake up, Spud.

Wake up.

Was I knew I would mix with my friends

Was missing from my life.

We called him Mother Superior

We can't even find a decent culture to be colonized by.

We didn't get followed.

We settled on £16,000.

We stole drugs, we stole prescriptions, or bought them,

We took morphine, diamorphine, cyclizine, codeine,

We were in the volley playing pool.

We, on the other hand, are colonized by wankers.

We'll help you, son.

We're £2,000 short.

We're all in this together.

We're going for a walk.

We're gonna beat this together.

We're ruled by effete arseholes.

We're the lowest of the low.

We've just come back from Tommy's funeral,

Well done.

Well, £ 19,000.

Well, at least we knew who the father was now.

Well, at least, we're not that fucking stupid.

Well, at one point, you've got it.

Well, Begbie had a phrase for it.

Well, fucking £ 16,000 it is, then.

Well, fucking £ 16,000, then.

Well, he's come into some gear.

Well, I don't think it's worth much more than £ 15,000.

Well, I hope you learnt your lesson, son.

Well, I'm finding out, all right.

Well, I've not brought them.

Well, if I'd known you were going to get so humpty,

Well, it really worked for him, eh?

Well, it's not our fault!

Well, seeing as how I'm a fugitive from the law,

Well, sub us, then, mate.

Well, that's tough.

Well, that's very easy for you to say, Diane.

Well, this is a good fucking laugh, ain't it?

Well, what are you waiting for?

Well, what's wrong, boy?

What a penetrating goal that was!

What a total fucking misnomer.

What are you talking about?

What are you two talking about?

What can you say?

What do you mean, It's gone?

What do you mean?

What do you think?

What do you want?

What does the hard cunt do? Or the so called hard cunt?

What happened?

What indeed could one do?

What is important is that I am, yes?

What kind was this to be?

What the fuck are these?

What the fuck are you boys on, eh?

What the fuck were we going to do if he didn't buy it?

What was it, pneumonia or cancer?

What was your price?

What, and deny myself the only pleasure I get from him?

What?

What's going on in there?

What's on the menu this evening, sir?

What's the deal? You like it so much you want to go back?

Whatever. I mean, the guy's dead anyway.

When I wanted to lie there and feel sorry for myself,

When it's some other poor cunt with shite for blood.

When this hard cunt comes in.

When you have to turn your back on that nonsense

When you're off it, you worry about all sorts of other shite.

When you're on junk, you have only one worry. Scoring.

When you've got a sincere and truthful junk habit.

Where any fool could make cash from chaos and plenty did.

Where he met two Russian sailors.

Where?

Where? The video shop, Tommy?

Where's Franco?

Which school did I go to? How many grades did I get?

Who is, in her own domestic and socially acceptable way,

Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?

Who the fuck are you?

Who's got the keys to Telegraph Road?

Why not? I know I would.

Why?

Wild hands like me!

Will result in swift resumption of a non sex situation.

Will soon take hold of me.

With all the presence of someone like Cooper or Lancaster,

With God's help, I'll conquer this terrible affliction.

With which to explain a moment like this.

Without heroin, I attempted to lead a useful

Witty, adventurous, passionate, loving, loyal.

Won't make any fucking difference!

Would sir care for a starter? Some garlic bread perhaps?

Would sir care to pay for his bill in advance?

Would you all please rise now for the committal?

Yeah, a little dab of speed is just the ticket, man.

Yeah, and that's what's illegal.

Yeah, that hit was good.

Yeah, the guy's a psycho, but it's true.

Yeah!

Yeah.

Yeah. No more. I'm finished with that shite.

Yep, lots of storage. All mod cons.

Yes, a fucking Godsend!

Yes, I am.

Yes, it is.

Yes, only to get my foot in the door.

Yes!

Yet totally unavailable to anyone apart from him.

You always got the truth from Tommy.

You always need to get up and do it all over again.

You better clean up your act. Cut that shite out forever.

You bring me down a fucking cigarette.

You can imagine what happened.

You can't sleep here.

You can't stay in here all day

You didn't get followed, did you?

You feel so fucking low, you'll want to fucking top yourself.

You fuck!

You going to eat that?

You know me.

You know the guy. Mikey Forrester.

You lied to us, son, your own mother and father.

You listen to Francis. He's talking sense.

You may as well fucking leave all of it to me.

You mention that again, and I'll cut you up.

You might get the fucking job.

You must be Mark.

You need one more hit.

You never have enough.

You prick!

You ruined my fucking suit, you fucking idiot.

You see, if you ask me, we're heterosexual by default,

You should try it with Tommy.

You sweat that shite out of your system,

You take the test?

You understand?

You were in my fucking way.

You were quite happy to do a lot more last night.

You were referred by the Department of Employment.

You?

You'll never catch us, you flabby bastard.

You'll stay here with us till you get better.

You're a friend of Diane's?

You're a psycho!

You're always going on about how it's the ultimate hit.

You're not getting any younger, Mark.

You're not going to any fucking hospital, and you're staying.

You're nothing but trouble to me, but I still love you!

You're staying here where we can keep an eye on you.

You're the man, the dude in the chair.

You're worse coming off that than heroin.

Young Renton noticed the haste with which the successful,

Your boy went down because he was a smack head,

Your friend Sick Boy asked me last week to work for him,

1,000 years from now,

9:00 to 5:00, good at golf, washing the car,

320 quid a week.

Aah! Aah!

Allison! Allison! Help me, please!

Are you clean? Yes.

Bit fucking late. Why didn't you bring them?

Can I see you again? Certainly not!

Do you want me to do it? Yeah.

Four grand. You haven't got four grand?

Good luck, Spud. Cheers, Cowboy.

I think we'd better go, Franco! Go to the hospital!

Is that hash I can smell? No.

It's a scandal, Franco. Too fucking right it is.

Nothing at all. It's a clean break this time.

Shut it! You cut me, man!

There's no need. It's no problem.

Tommy. Tommy.

Usual table, sir? Oh, why, thank you.

Well, is he here? Yeah, he's here.

Well, it isn't. It smells like it.

What? Out.

What? The cards.

What? Thomas was a son.

What's your name? Diane.

Where has it gone, Tommy? It'll be here somewhere!

Where's that? It's where you live.

Yes! Yes!

You could bring us jellies. No!

You daft cunt! Or a Catholic!

You're too young. I'm too young for what?

Your favorite dish. Excellent.

...to make him a formidable romantic lead.

'Cause I fucking told you to bring them, you doss cunt!

'cause if I come back and it's still here,

♪ A mess all right ♪

♪ About something called love ♪

♪ Acid bear boy ♪

♪ All I desire ♪

♪ And get wet like an angel, derail ♪

♪ And I wonder if we'll remember ♪

♪ And I've never seen anyone ♪

♪ And now we're living in the sky ♪

♪ And our horses will not be toys ♪

♪ And remembering nothing, boy ♪

♪ And then later ♪

♪ And you just groan, boy ♪

♪ Babes and babes and babes and babes and babes ♪

♪ Because it's time for a shakedown ♪

♪ Big, big time boy ♪

♪ Blond boy, blond country blond ♪

♪ Bo o o o y ♪

♪ Boom, diggy diggy diggy, boom, diggy bang ♪

♪ But never your mask, boy ♪

♪ Climb up here, Tommy, don't be dying ♪

♪ Coming down again ♪

♪ Did you think I would leave you crying ♪

♪ Dog dirty, numb cracking boy ♪

♪ Drink sangria in the park ♪

♪ Drive boy, dog boy, dirty, numb, angel boy ♪

♪ Feed animals in the zoo ♪

♪ Here comes Johnny Yen again ♪

♪ Hey, man, where'd ya get that lotion? ♪

♪ High density ♪

♪ I can go just as fast with two ♪

♪ I can't break away ♪

♪ I thought I was someone else ♪

♪ I'd never thought I'd live so high ♪

♪ I'm glad I spent it with you ♪

♪ I'm gonna try, I'm gonna try ♪

♪ I've grown so close to you, boy ♪

♪ In the doorway boy, she was a lipstick boy ♪

♪ It had a board across the door ♪

♪ It smelt as if someone had died ♪

♪ It took an hour to pry it off and get inside ♪

♪ It was on the 15th floor ♪

♪ It's such fun ♪

♪ Just a perfect day ♪

♪ Just like heaven if it didn't look like hell ♪

♪ Just what you sow ♪

♪ Keep us from temptation ♪

♪ Let your feelings slip, boy ♪

♪ Love, love, love ♪

♪ Mama's little baby loves shortening bread ♪

♪ Nightclubbing ♪

♪ No, I've never met anyone ♪

♪ Not just on Friday, every single other day ♪

♪ Oh, give me a breakdown ♪

♪ Oh, it's such a perfect day ♪

♪ Oh, such a perfect day ♪

♪ Oh, you've got blue eyes ♪

♪ Oh, you've got gray eyes ♪

♪ Oh, you've got green eyes ♪

♪ Problems all left alone ♪

♪ Quite like you before ♪

♪ Random blonde bio, high density rhythm ♪

♪ Sandman goes, two in tow ♪

♪ She said, Come over, come over ♪

♪ She smiled at you ♪

♪ She was a beautiful boy, and tears, boy ♪

♪ Shortening, shortening ♪

♪ So find the feeling ♪

♪ Someone good ♪

♪ Temptation ♪

♪ The fifth floor landing smells of fish ♪

♪ The kitchen sink was blocked ♪

♪ The lift is always full of piss ♪

♪ The living room was full of flies ♪

♪ Then later a movie, too, and then home ♪

♪ Till someone said, I know this place off Burditt Road ♪

♪ We didn't have nowhere to live ♪

♪ We're nightclubbing ♪

♪ We're walking through town ♪

♪ Weekenders on our own ♪

♪ Well, that's like hypnotizing chickens ♪

♪ Wet and dumb ♪

♪ When there's room on my horse for two? ♪

♪ When we grow up, we'll both be soldiers ♪

♪ When we were two little boys ♪

♪ Will you like my tin horn, boy? ♪

♪ With the liquor and drugs ♪

♪ Yeah, something called love ♪

♪ Yes, it's Mile End ♪

♪ You are my drug, boy ♪

♪ You get wet, boy ♪

♪ You had chemicals, boy ♪

♪ You had hand, girl's boy, and steel, boy ♪

♪ You just keep me hanging on ♪

♪ You made me forget myself ♪

♪ You think that you're right now ♪

♪ You're going to reap just what you sow ♪

♪ You're gonna face it tonight now ♪

♪ You're real, boy, speak to me, boy ♪

♪ Your skin starts itching once you buy the gimmick ♪

£2, 133.

£5 you win. Bad Boy.

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