1. Choose life. Choose a job.
Choose a career. Choose a family.Copy !req
2. Choose a fucking big television.Copy !req
3. Choose washing machines, cars...Copy !req
4. compact disc players
and electrical tin openers.Copy !req
5. Gangway! Run!Copy !req
6. Choose good health,
low cholesterol and dental insurance.Copy !req
7. Choose fixed-interest
mortgage repayments.Copy !req
8. Choose a starter home.
Choose your friends.Copy !req
9. Choose leisure wear
and matching luggage.Copy !req
10. Choose a three-piece suite on hire
purchase in a range of fucking fabrics.Copy !req
11. Choose DIY and wondenng
who the fuck you are on a Sunday morning.Copy !req
12. Choose sitting on that couch watching
mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows...Copy !req
13. stuffing fucking junk food
into your mouth.Copy !req
14. Jammy goal!Copy !req
15. Choose rotting away at the end of it all.Copy !req
16. Pissing your last in a miserable home...Copy !req
17. nothing more than an embarrassment...Copy !req
18. to the selfish, fucked-up brats
that you've spawned to replace yourself.Copy !req
19. Choose your future. Choose life.Copy !req
20. But why would I want
to do a thing like that?Copy !req
21. I chose not to choose life.
I chose something else.Copy !req
22. And the reasons?Copy !req
23. There are no reasons.Copy !req
24. Who needs reasons
when you've got heroin?Copy !req
25. Go/dfingerk better than Dr. No.Copy !req
26. Both of them are a lot better
than Diamonds Are Forever...Copy !req
27. a judgment reflected in its
relatively poor showing at the box office.Copy !req
28. And in which field, of course...Copy !req
29. Thunderball...Copy !req
30. was a notable success.Copy !req
31. People think it's all
about misery and desperation...Copy !req
32. and death and all that shite,
which is not to be ignored.Copy !req
33. Fuck off! Doss cunt.Copy !req
34. But what they forget
is the pleasure of it.Copy !req
35. They're all dead, right, mate?Copy !req
36. You prick!Copy !req
37. Otherwise we wouldn't do it.Copy !req
38. - Do you want me to?
- Yeah.Copy !req
39. Pure as the driven snow,
that shit.Copy !req
40. After all, we're not fucking stupid.
At least we're not that fucking stupid.Copy !req
41. Take the best orgasm you've ever had...Copy !req
42. multiply it by a thousand
and you're still nowhere near it.Copy !req
43. It beats any meat injection.Copy !req
44. That beats any fucking cock
in the world.Copy !req
45. When you're on junk,
you have only one worry: scoring.Copy !req
46. And when you're off it, you're suddenly obliged
to worry about all sorts of other shite.Copy !req
47. Got no money, can't get drunk.
Got money, drinkin' too much.Copy !req
48. Can 't get a girl, no chance of a ride.
Got a girl, too much hassle.Copy !req
49. You have to worry about bills, about food, about
some football team that never fucking wins.Copy !req
50. About human relationships and all the
things that really don't matter...Copy !req
51. when you've got a sincere
and truthful junk habit.Copy !req
52. I'd say, in those days,
he was a muscular actor.Copy !req
53. With all the presence
of someone like Cooper or Lancaster...Copy !req
54. but combined with a sly wit...Copy !req
55. to make him
a formidable romantic lead.Copy !req
56. And closer,
in that respect, to Cary Grant.Copy !req
57. The only drawback, or at least
the principal drawback...Copy !req
58. is that you have to endure
all manner of cunts telling you that-Copy !req
59. No way would I poison my body
with that shite.Copy !req
60. All them fucking chemicals.Copy !req
61. No fucking way.Copy !req
62. It's a waste of your life, man,
poisoning your body with that shite.Copy !req
63. Every chance you've had, son,
you've blown it.Copy !req
64. Stuffing your veins with that filth.Copy !req
65. From time to time,
even I have uttered the magic words.Copy !req
66. Never again, Swanney.
I'm off the scag.Copy !req
67. - Are you serious?
- Yeah, no more.Copy !req
68. - I'm finished with that shite.
- Well, that's up to you, man.Copy !req
69. Gonna do it right this time. Gonna get
it sorted out, get off it for good.Copy !req
70. - I'm sure I've heard that one before.
- The Sick Boy method.Copy !req
71. Well, it really worked for him, eh?Copy !req
72. Well, he's always been
lacking in moral fiber.Copy !req
73. - He knows a lot about Sean Connery.
- That's hardly a substitute.Copy !req
74. - You need one more hit?
- No, I don't think so.Copy !req
75. For the long night that lies ahead?Copy !req
76. We called him Mother Superior
on account of the length of his habit.Copy !req
77. Of course, I'd have another shot.
After all, I had work to do.Copy !req
78. Relinquishing junk.
Stage one: preparation.Copy !req
79. For this, you will need one room
which you will not leave.Copy !req
80. Soothing music.
Tomato soup, ten tins of.Copy !req
81. Mushroom soup, eight tins of,
for consumption cold.Copy !req
82. Ice cream, vanilla, one large tub of.Copy !req
83. Magnesia, milk of, one bottle.Copy !req
84. Paracetamol, mouthwash, vitamins.Copy !req
85. Mineral water, Lucozade, pornography.Copy !req
86. One mattress. One bucket for urine...Copy !req
87. one for feces and one for vomitus.Copy !req
88. One television ano' one bottle of Valium,
which I've already procured from my mother...Copy !req
89. who is, in her own domestic and socially
acceptable way, also a drug addict.Copy !req
90. Now I'm ready.Copy !req
91. All I need is one final hit
to soothe the pain...Copy !req
92. while the Valium takes effect.Copy !req
93. Mikey?
Aye, yeah, it's Mark Renton.Copy !req
94. Look, I wondered,
could you help me out?Copy !req
95. This was typical of Mikey Forrester.Copy !req
96. What the fuck are these?Copy !req
97. Under the normal run of things
I would have nothing to do with the cunt...Copy !req
98. but this was not
the normal run of things.Copy !req
99. Opium suppositories.
Ideal for your purposes.Copy !req
100. Slow release.Copy !req
101. Bring you down gradually.Copy !req
102. - Custom-fucking-designed for your needs.
- I want a fucking hit.Copy !req
103. That's all I've got, man.
Take it or leave it.Copy !req
104. - Are you feeling better now then, eh?
- Aye.Copy !req
105. For all the good they've done me,
I might as well have stuck them up my arse.Copy !req
106. Heroin makes you constipated.Copy !req
107. The heroin from my last hit
is fading away...Copy !req
108. and the suppositories have yet to melt.Copy !req
109. I'm no longer constipated.Copy !req
110. I fantasize about a massive
pristine convenience.Copy !req
111. Brilliant gold taps, virginal white marble,
a seat carved from ebony...Copy !req
112. a cistern full of Chanel No. 5
and a fiunky...Copy !req
113. handing me pieces of raw silk toilet roll.Copy !req
114. But under the circumstances,
I'll settle for anywhere.Copy !req
115. Fuck.Copy !req
116. Yes, a fucking dancer!Copy !req
117. And now, now I'm ready.Copy !req
118. The downside of coming off junk was I knew I
would need to mix with my friends again...Copy !req
119. in a state of full consciousness.Copy !req
120. It was awful. They reminded me so much of
myself I could hardly bear to look at them.Copy !req
121. Take Sick Boy for instance.
He came off junk at the same time as me.Copy !req
122. Not because he wanted to,
you understand, but just to annoy me.Copy !req
123. Just to show me how easily he could do it,
thereby downgrading my own struggle.Copy !req
124. Sneaky fucker, don't you think?Copy !req
125. And when all I wanted to do
was lie there and feel sorry for myself...Copy !req
126. he insisted on telling me once again
about his unifl/ing theory of life.Copy !req
127. It's certainly a phenomenon
in all walks of life.Copy !req
128. What do you mean?Copy !req
129. Well, at one point,
you've got it, then you lose it.Copy !req
130. And it's gone forever.
All walks of life.Copy !req
131. Georgie Best, for example,
had it, lost it.Copy !req
132. Or David Bowie or Lou Reed.Copy !req
133. Lou Reed.
Some of his solo stuff's not bad.Copy !req
134. No, it's not bad,
but it's not great either, is it?Copy !req
135. And in your heart you kind of know
that although it sounds all right...Copy !req
136. it's actuallyjust shite.Copy !req
137. So, who else?Copy !req
138. Charlie Nicholas, David Niven,
Malcolm McLaren, Elvis Presley-Copy !req
139. Okay, okay. So what is the point
you're trying to make?Copy !req
140. All I am trying to do, Mark...Copy !req
141. is to help you understand that
The Name of the Rose is merely a blip...Copy !req
142. on an otherwise uninterrupted
downward trajectory.Copy !req
143. What about The Untouchables?Copy !req
144. - I don't rate that at all.
- Despite the Academy Award?Copy !req
145. That means fuck-all.
It's a sympathy vote.Copy !req
146. So, we all get old.
We can't hack it anymore and that's it?Copy !req
147. Yeah.Copy !req
148. That's your theory?Copy !req
149. Yeah.Copy !req
150. Beautifully fucking illustrated.Copy !req
151. Give me the gun.Copy !req
152. Give me the gun.Copy !req
153. Do you see the beast?Copy !req
154. Have you got it in your sights?Copy !req
155. Clear enough, Miss Moneypenny.Copy !req
156. This should present
no significant problems.Copy !req
157. Fucking hell!Copy !req
158. For a vegetarian, Rents,
you're a fuckin' evil shot.Copy !req
159. No! Get off!Copy !req
160. Without heroin I attempted to lead a useful
and fulfilling life as a good citizen.Copy !req
161. - Good luck, Spud.
- Cheers, cowboy.Copy !req
162. Now remember, if they think you're
not trying, you're in trouble, right?Copy !req
163. First hint of that, and they'll be onto
the DHSS-“This cunt is not trying.”Copy !req
164. - And your gir0's fuckin' finished, right?
- Right.Copy !req
165. - But, then again, try too hard-
- You might get the fuckin'job.Copy !req
166. - Exactly.
- Nightmare.Copy !req
167. It's a tightrope, Spud.
It's a fucl<in' tightrope.Copy !req
168. I just get pure shy with the
interviewer cats. I get all nervous.Copy !req
169. I can't answer any of their questions,
like I'm a footballer...Copy !req
170. and I get nerves on the big occasion, man.Copy !req
171. - Try some of this, Spud.
- A little dab of speed is just the ticket, mate.Copy !req
172. No, I went to Craignewton. I just put down
Royal Edinburgh College to help get the job.Copy !req
173. There's too much discrimination
in this town, man.Copy !req
174. They're both schools, right?
We're all in this together.Copy !req
175. And I wanted to put across the general idea
rather than the details.Copy !req
176. Like people get all hung up on details.Copy !req
177. Like which school did I go to?
How many grades did I get?Copy !req
178. Could be like six. Could be none.
It's not important.Copy !req
179. What is important is that I am, yes?Copy !req
180. Mr. Murphy, do you mean
that you lied on your application?Copy !req
181. No-Well, yes.Copy !req
182. Only to get my foot in the door.
Showing initiative and that like.Copy !req
183. But you were referred here
by the Department of Employment.Copy !req
184. There was no need for you to get
your “foot in the door,” as you put it.Copy !req
185. Yeah, cool.Copy !req
186. Whatever you say. Sorry.
You're the man, the dude in the chair.Copy !req
187. I am merely here-
Like, well, obviously, I'm here like, but-Copy !req
188. Mr. Murphy, what exactly attracts you
to the leisure industry?Copy !req
189. In a word, pleasure.Copy !req
190. Like, my pleasure
in other people's leisure.Copy !req
191. Do you see yourself
as having any weaknesses?Copy !req
192. Yes, 'cause, like, I'm a bit
of a perfectionist, actually!Copy !req
193. Yes, I am. See, for me, it's got to be
the best, or it's nothing at all.Copy !req
194. Like things get a bit dodgy,
I just cannot be bothered.Copy !req
195. But I'm getting good vibes about
this interview thing today though, man.Copy !req
196. Seems to me like it's going pretty well.Copy !req
197. Thank you, Mr. Murphy.Copy !req
198. - We'll let you know.
- The pleasure was mine, man.Copy !req
199. Spud had done well.
I was proud of him.Copy !req
200. He fucked up good and proper.
You had to hand it to Spud.Copy !req
201. Picture the scene.Copy !req
202. The other fuckin' week there doin'
the fuckin' Volley with Tommy playing pool.Copy !req
203. I'm playin' like
Paul-fuckin'-Newman by the way...Copy !req
204. givin' the boy here
the tannin' of a lifetime.Copy !req
205. So it comes to the last shot,
the deciding ball of the whole tournament.Copy !req
206. I'm in the black, and he's sittin' in the
corner looking all fucking biscuit-arsed...Copy !req
207. when this hard cunt comes in.Copy !req
208. Obviously fucking fancied himself like.Copy !req
209. Starts staring at me.Copy !req
210. Looking at me, right fucking at me,
as if to say, “Come ahead, square go.”Copy !req
211. You know me. I'm not the type of cunt
that goes looking for fucking bother...Copy !req
212. but at the end of the day,
I'm the cunt with the pool cue...Copy !req
213. and he can get the fat end in his puss
any time he fucking wanted, like.Copy !req
214. Sol squares up, casual like.Copy !req
215. What does the hard cunt do?
Or the so-called hard cunt?Copy !req
216. Shites it.Copy !req
217. Puts down his drink, turns
and gets the fuck out of there.Copy !req
218. And after that, well,
the game was mine.Copy !req
219. And that was it.
That was Begbie's story.Copy !req
220. Or, at least, that was Begbie's
version of the story.Copy !req
221. But a couple of days later,
I got the truth from Tommy.Copy !req
222. You always got the truth from Tommy.
That was one of his major weaknesses.Copy !req
223. He never told lies, he never took drugs
and he never cheated on anyone.Copy !req
224. It was Wednesday morning. We were in
the Volley playing pool. That much is true.Copy !req
225. But Begbie is playing
absolutely fucking gash.Copy !req
226. He's got a hangover so bad, he can hardly
hold the fucking cue, never mind pot a ball.Copy !req
227. I'm doing my best to lose, you know,
trying to humor him, like.Copy !req
228. But it's not doing any good. Every time
I touch a ball, I seem to pot something.Copy !req
229. Every time Begbie goes near
the table, he fucks it up.Copy !req
230. Fuck's sake.Copy !req
231. So, he's got the hump, right.Copy !req
232. But finally I managed to set it up...Copy !req
233. so all he has to do
is to pot the black to win one game...Copy !req
234. to salvage a little bit of pride
and maybe not kick my head in, right.Copy !req
235. So, he's on the black.
Pressure shot.Copy !req
236. And it all goes wrong big time.Copy !req
237. Fuck!Copy !req
238. He picks on this specky,
wee gadge at the bar...Copy !req
239. and accuses him of putting him off
by looking at him.Copy !req
240. Could you believe it? The poor wee cunt
hasn't even glanced in our direction.Copy !req
241. - Fuck off!
- He was gonna chib him, I tell you.Copy !req
242. Then I thought he was gonna do me.Copy !req
243. The beggar's fucking psycho, man.Copy !req
244. But... he's a mate.
You know? So what can you do?Copy !req
245. Can I borrow this?Copy !req
246. What, indeed, could one do?Copy !req
247. Just stand back and watch
and try not to get involved?Copy !req
248. Begbie didn't do drugs either.
He just did people.Copy !req
249. That's what he got off on.
His own sensory addiction.Copy !req
250. Nobody move!Copy !req
251. That lassie got glassed...Copy !req
252. and no cunt leaves here
till we find out what cunt did it!Copy !req
253. Who the fuck are you?Copy !req
254. - Lizzy, you've been so good to me.
- Tommy, come in me.Copy !req
255. And as I sat watching
the intimate and highly personal video...Copy !req
256. stolen only hours earlier
from one of my best friends...Copy !req
257. I realized that something important
was missing from my life.Copy !req
258. - I read it in Cosmopolitan.
- It's an interesting theory.Copy !req
259. Actually, it's a nightmare.Copy !req
260. I've been desperate for a shag, but
watching him suffer was just too much fun.Copy !req
261. - You should try it with Tommy.
- What?Copy !req
262. And deny myself
the only pleasure I get from him?Copy !req
263. - Did I tell you about my birthday?
- No, what happened?Copy !req
264. He forgot. Useless motherfucker.Copy !req
265. What are you two talking about?Copy !req
266. Football.
What are you talking about?Copy !req
267. Shopping-Copy !req
268. The situation was becoming serious.Copy !req
269. Young Renton noticed the haste with which
the successful in the sexual sphere...Copy !req
270. As in all others,
segregated themselves from the failures.Copy !req
271. Heroin had robbed Renton
of his sex drive...Copy !req
272. but now it returned with a vengeance.Copy !req
273. And as the impotence of those days
faded into memory...Copy !req
274. grim desperation took ahold
in his sex-crazed mind.Copy !req
275. His post-junk libido,
fueled by alcohol and amphetamine...Copy !req
276. taunted him remorselessly
with his own unsatisfied desire.Copy !req
277. Dot, dot, dot.Copy !req
278. And with that,
Mark Renton had fallen in love.Copy !req
279. Excuse me, excuse me. I don't mean
to harass you, but I was very impressed...Copy !req
280. with the capable and stylish manner
in which you dealt with that situation.Copy !req
281. - I was thinking to myself, now this girl's special.
- Thanks.Copy !req
282. - What's your name?
- Diane.Copy !req
283. - Where are you going, Diane?
- I'm going home.Copy !req
284. - Where's that?
- It's where I live.Copy !req
285. - Great.
- What?Copy !req
286. I'll come back with you if you like,
but I'm not promising anything.Copy !req
287. Do you find that
this approach usually works?Copy !req
288. Or, let me guess,
you've never tried it before.Copy !req
289. In fact, you don't normally
approach girls. Am I right?Copy !req
290. The truth is that you're
a quiet, sensitive type...Copy !req
291. but if I'm prepared to take a chance
I might just get to know the inner you-Copy !req
292. witty, adventurous,
passionate, loving, loyal-Copy !req
293. Taxi!Copy !req
294. A little bit crazy, a little bit bad.Copy !req
295. But, hey, don't us girls just love that?Copy !req
296. Well, what's wrong, boy?
Cat got your tongue?Copy !req
297. I left something-Copy !req
298. You getting in or not, pal?Copy !req
299. Do you understand?Copy !req
300. I expect you to be a considerate
and thoughtful lover.Copy !req
301. Generous but firm.Copy !req
302. - What?
- Failure on your part...Copy !req
303. to live up to these
very reasonable expectations...Copy !req
304. will result in swift resumption
of a non-sex situation.Copy !req
305. Right?Copy !req
306. Diane.Copy !req
307. - What?
- Shut up!Copy !req
308. Wake up, Spud.Copy !req
309. Wake up.Copy !req
310. Sex.Copy !req
311. Casual sex.Copy !req
312. - Tommy, let's put the tape on.
- Now?Copy !req
313. I want to watch ourselves
while we're screwing.Copy !req
314. So let's see what I'm missing.Copy !req
315. Not much.Copy !req
316. And there's the captain,
Archie Gemmill...Copy !req
317. picking it up from the outside.Copy !req
318. I think he wants to go himself.
How far is he gonna go?Copy !req
319. He's going all the way, and he scores!Copy !req
320. Oh, what a magnificent goal!Copy !req
321. Gemmill at his very best!Copy !req
322. What a penetrating goal that was!Copy !req
323. I haven't felt that good since Archie
Gemmill scored against Holland in 1978.Copy !req
324. Renton, you can't sleep here.Copy !req
325. - What?
- Out.Copy !req
326. - Come on.
- No argument.Copy !req
327. You can sleep on the sofa
in the hall or go home. It's up to you.Copy !req
328. And don't make any noise.Copy !req
329. Jesus.Copy !req
330. What do you mean, it's gone?
Where has it gone, Tommy?Copy !req
331. It'll be here somewhere!Copy !req
332. I might have returned it by mistake.Copy !req
333. “Returned it”? Where?Copy !req
334. The video shop, Tommy?Copy !req
335. The fucking video shop?Copy !req
336. So every punter in Edinburgh
is jerking off to our video?Copy !req
337. Oh, God, Tommy, I feel sick!Copy !req
338. - Hi.
- Hello.Copy !req
339. Come in and sit down.Copy !req
340. - Like some coffee?
- Aye.Copy !req
341. - You must be Mark.
- Aye, that's me.Copy !req
342. - You're a friend of Diane's?
- More a friend of a friend, no?Copy !req
343. Right.Copy !req
344. Are you her flatmates?Copy !req
345. “Flatmates”?Copy !req
346. I must remember that one.Copy !req
347. Morning.Copy !req
348. - Good morning, Spud.
- Morning, Gail. Mr. Houston.Copy !req
349. - Mrs. Houston.
- Morning, Spud.Copy !req
350. Sit down and have some breakfast.Copy !req
351. Sorry about last night, by the way.Copy !req
352. That's all right.
I slept fine on the sofa.Copy !req
353. I had a bit much to drink.
I had a bit of an accident.Copy !req
354. Don't worry, son. These things happen. Does
a man good to cut loose once in a while.Copy !req
355. Only this one could do with
being tied up once in a while.Copy !req
356. I'll put the sheets in the machine.Copy !req
357. - No, no, no. I'll wash them.
- There's no need.Copy !req
358. - No, it's no problem.
- It's no problem for me either.Copy !req
359. - I'd rather take care of it myself, actually.
- Honestly, it's no problem.Copy !req
360. - Really, no!
- Spud, they're my sheets!Copy !req
361. - I don't see why not.
- Because it's illegal, that's why not.Copy !req
362. - What, holding hands?
- No, not holding hands.Copy !req
363. Well, in that case, you can do it. You were
quite happy to do a lot more last night.Copy !req
364. Yeah, that's what's illegal. Do you know
what they do to people like me inside?Copy !req
365. They cut your balls off
and flush 'em down the fucking toilet.Copy !req
366. Calm down. You're not going to jail.Copy !req
367. Well, that's very easy
for you to say, Diane.Copy !req
368. - Can I see you again?
- Certainly not.Copy !req
369. If you don't see me again,
I'll tell the police.Copy !req
370. I'll see you around then.Copy !req
371. - Now what?
- We go for a walk.Copy !req
372. - What?
- A walk.Copy !req
373. - Where?
- There.Copy !req
374. Are you serious?Copy !req
375. What are you waiting for?Copy !req
376. This is not natural, man.Copy !req
377. It's the great outdoors!Copy !req
378. It's fresh air!Copy !req
379. Look, Tommy, we know you're
getting a hard time off Lizzy...Copy !req
380. but there's really no need
to take it out on us.Copy !req
381. Doesn't it make you proud
to be Scottish?Copy !req
382. It's shite being Scottish!Copy !req
383. We're the lowest of the low!Copy !req
384. The scum of the fucking Earth!Copy !req
385. The most wretched, miserable,
servile, pathetic trash...Copy !req
386. that was ever shat into civilization!Copy !req
387. Some people hate the English.
I don't! They're just wankers!Copy !req
388. We, on the other hand,
are colonized by wankers!Copy !req
389. Can't even find a decent culture
to be colonized by!Copy !req
390. We're ruled by effete arseholes!Copy !req
391. It's a shite state of affairs
to be in, Tommy!Copy !req
392. And all the fresh air in the world
won't make any fucking difference!Copy !req
393. Sorry, man. Sorry.Copy !req
394. No, I'm sorry.
Look, I appreciate it, Tommy-Copy !req
395. At or around this time,
Spud, Sick Boy and I...Copy !req
396. made a healthy, informed,
democratic decision...Copy !req
397. to get back on heroin
as soon as possible.Copy !req
398. It took about 12 hours.Copy !req
399. It looks easy this, but it's not.Copy !req
400. It looks like a doss, like a soft option.Copy !req
401. But living like this
is a full-time business.Copy !req
402. Ursula Andress.Copy !req
403. The quintessential Bond girl.Copy !req
404. That's what everyone says.Copy !req
405. The embodiment, right,
of his superiority to us.Copy !req
406. Beautiful, exotic, highly sexual...Copy !req
407. yet totally unavailable
to anyone apart from him.Copy !req
408. Shite. I mean, let's face it, mate.Copy !req
409. She'd shag one punter from Edinburgh,
she'd shag the whole fucking lot of us.Copy !req
410. - Well done.
- Yep, I knew he was gonna do that.Copy !req
411. Lizzy's gone, Mark.
She's gone and fucking dumped me.Copy !req
412. It was that videotape...Copy !req
413. and that Iggy Pop business
and all other sorts of shite.Copy !req
414. She told me where to go
and no fucking mistake.Copy !req
415. I said to her, I said, “Look, is there any
chance of getting back together?”Copy !req
416. No way. No fucking way.Copy !req
417. Honor Blackman...Copy !req
418. a.k.a. Pussy Galore, right?Copy !req
419. What a total fucking misnomer.Copy !req
420. I mean, I would not touch her with yours.Copy !req
421. I want to try it, Mark.Copy !req
422. You're always going on about how it's
the ultimate hit and that. Better than sex.Copy !req
423. Come on, man. I'm a fucking adult.
I can find out for myself.Copy !req
424. I've got the money.Copy !req
425. Personality.Copy !req
426. I mean, that's what counts, right?
Personality.Copy !req
427. I mean, that's what keeps a relationship
going through the years.Copy !req
428. Like heroin.Copy !req
429. I mean...Copy !req
430. heroin's got
great fucking personality.Copy !req
431. Swanney taught us to adore and respect
the National Health Service...Copy !req
432. for it was the source of much of our gear.Copy !req
433. We stole drugs.
We stole prescriptions or bought them...Copy !req
434. sold them, swapped them,
forged them, photocopied them.Copy !req
435. Or traded drugs with cancer victims...Copy !req
436. alcoholics, old-aged pensioners, AIDS
patients, epileptics and bored housewives.Copy !req
437. We took morphine, diamorphine,
cyclozine, codeine, temazepam...Copy !req
438. nitrazepam, phenobarbitone,
and sodium amytal...Copy !req
439. dextropropoxyphene, methadone,
nalbuphine, pethidine, pentazocine...Copy !req
440. buprenorphine, dextromoramide,
chlormethiazole.Copy !req
441. The streets are awash with drugs you can have
for unhappiness and pain, and we took them all.Copy !req
442. Fuck it, we would have injected vitamin C
if only they'd made it illegal.Copy !req
443. Pardon me, may I use your bathroom?
Thank you.Copy !req
444. You're a psycho!Copy !req
445. Hey, Rent boy.
No fucking smack.Copy !req
446. But the good times couldn't last forever.Copy !req
447. My God, no!Copy !req
448. I think Allison
had been screaming all day...Copy !req
449. but it hadn't really registered before.Copy !req
450. She might have been screaming
for a week for all I knew.Copy !req
451. It had been days
since I 'd heard anyone speak ..Copy !req
452. Though surely someone must have
said something in all that time.Copy !req
453. Surely to fuck someone must have.Copy !req
454. - Allison? Allison!
- Help me, please!Copy !req
455. Calm down!Copy !req
456. Everything's gonna be just fine.Copy !req
457. Nothing could have been
further from the truth.Copy !req
458. In point of fact,
nothing was gonna be just fine.Copy !req
459. On the contrary,
everything was gonna be bad.Copy !req
460. Bad.Copy !req
461. I mean, everything was gonna be
even worse than it already was.Copy !req
462. Fuck.Copy !req
463. It wasn't my baby.Copy !req
464. She wasn't my baby.
Baby Dawn, she wasn't mine.Copy !req
465. Spud's, Swanney's, Sick Boy's?
I don't know.Copy !req
466. Maybe Allison knew, maybe not.Copy !req
467. I wished I could think
of something to say.Copy !req
468. Something sympathetic,
something human.Copy !req
469. Say something, Mark.Copy !req
470. Fucking say something!Copy !req
471. I'm cooking up.Copy !req
472. Cook us up a shot, Rent.Copy !req
473. I really need a hit.Copy !req
474. And so she did.Copy !req
475. I could understand that.
To take the pain away.Copy !req
476. So I cooked up, and she got a hit.Copy !req
477. But only after me.Copy !req
478. That went without saying.Copy !req
479. Well, at least we knew
who the father was now.Copy !req
480. It wasn't just the baby
that died that day.Copy !req
481. Something inside Sick Boy
was lost and never returned.Copy !req
482. It seemed he had no theory with which
to explain a moment like this.Copy !req
483. Nor did I.Copy !req
484. Our only response was to keep on going
and fuck everything.Copy !req
485. Pile misery upon misery.Copy !req
486. Heap it up on a spoon
and dissolve it with a drop of bile.Copy !req
487. Then squirt it into a stinking,
purulent vein and do it all over again.Copy !req
488. Keep on going, getting up, going out,
robbing, stealing, fucking people over.Copy !req
489. Propelling ourselves with longing towards
the day that it would all go wrong.Copy !req
490. Because no matter how much you stash or
how much you steal, you never have enough.Copy !req
491. No matter how often you go out
and rob and fuck people over...Copy !req
492. you always need to get up
and do it all over again.Copy !req
493. Gangway!Copy !req
494. Sooner or later, this kind of thing
was bound to happen.Copy !req
495. Because shoplifting is theft,
which is a crime...Copy !req
496. and, despite what you may believe, there
is no such entity as victimless crime.Copy !req
497. Heroin addiction may explain your actions,
but it does not excuse them.Copy !req
498. Mr. Murphy, you are a habitual thief...Copy !req
499. devoid of regret and remorse.Copy !req
500. In sentencing you to six months
imprisonment, my only worry is...Copy !req
501. that it will not be long
before we meet again.Copy !req
502. Mr. Renton, I understand that you have
entered into a program of rehabilitation...Copy !req
503. in an attempt to wean yourself
away from heroin.Copy !req
504. The suspension of your sentence...Copy !req
505. is conditional on your continued
cooperation with this program.Copy !req
506. Should you stand guilty before me again,
I shall not hesitate...Copy !req
507. to impose a custodial sentence.Copy !req
508. Thank you, Your Honor.Copy !req
509. With God's help,
I'll conquer this terrible affliction.Copy !req
510. What can you say?Copy !req
511. Well, Begbie had a phrase for it.Copy !req
512. It was fucking obvious that
that cunt was going to fuck some cunt.Copy !req
513. Well, I hope you learned your lesson, son.Copy !req
514. My son, I thought
I was gonna lose you there.Copy !req
515. You're nothin' but trouble to me,
but I still love you.Copy !req
516. You'd better clean up your fucking act,
sunshine. Cut that shite out forever.Copy !req
517. You listen to Francis, Mark.
He's talking sense, kid.Copy !req
518. You're fucking right I am. See, inside,
you wouldn't last two fucking days.Copy !req
519. There's better things than the
needle, Rents. Choose life.Copy !req
520. I remember when you were a wee baby.Copy !req
521. Oh, mama's little baby
loves shortening, shorteningCopy !req
522. Mama's little baby
loves shortening breadCopy !req
523. I'm sorry, Mrs. Murphy.Copy !req
524. It wasn't fair,
Spud going down and not me.Copy !req
525. Well, it's not our fault!Copy !req
526. Your boy went down because
he was a fucking smack-head!Copy !req
527. If that's not your fault,
then I don't know what is!Copy !req
528. I was the fucking cunt
that tried to get him off it.Copy !req
529. I'll get the fucking drinks then.Copy !req
530. I wished I'd gone down instead of Spud.Copy !req
531. Here I was surrounded by my family and my
so-called mates, and I've never felt so alone.Copy !req
532. Never in all my puff.Copy !req
533. Since I was on remand,
they've had me on this program.Copy !req
534. The state-sponsored addiction.Copy !req
535. Three sickly sweet doses of methadone a day
instead of smack.Copy !req
536. But it's never enough.Copy !req
537. And, at the moment,
it's nowhere near enough.Copy !req
538. I took all three this morning, and now I've
got 18 hours to go till my next shot...Copy !req
539. and the sweat on my back
like a layer of frost.Copy !req
540. I need to visit the Mother Superior,
for one hit.Copy !req
541. One fucking hit...Copy !req
542. to get us over this long, hard day.Copy !req
543. - What's on the menu this evening, sir?
- Your favorite dish.Copy !req
544. Excellent.Copy !req
545. - Usual table, sir?
- Why, thank you.Copy !req
546. - Would sir care to pay for his bill in advance?
- No, stick it on my tab.Copy !req
547. Regret to inform, sir, credit limit
was reached and breached some time ago.Copy !req
548. Well, in that case-Copy !req
549. Hard currency.
That'll do nicely.Copy !req
550. Can't be too careful when we're
dealing with your type, can we, sir?Copy !req
551. Would sir care for a starter?
Some garlic bread, perhaps?Copy !req
552. No, thank you. I'll proceed directly to the
intravenous injection of hard drugs, please.Copy !req
553. As you wish, sir.Copy !req
554. As you wish.Copy !req
555. Perhaps sir would like me
to call for a taxi?Copy !req
556. Open your eyes! Wake up!
Come on, wake up!Copy !req
557. I don't feel the sickness yet,
but it's in the mail, that's for sure.Copy !req
558. I'm in the junkie limbo at the moment.Copy !req
559. Too ill to sleep, too tired to stay awake.Copy !req
560. But the sickness is on its way.Copy !req
561. Sweat, chills, nausea, pain and craving.Copy !req
562. Need, like nothing else I've ever known,
will soon take hold of me.Copy !req
563. It's on its way.Copy !req
564. Ooh, you got green eyes
Ooh, you got blue eyesCopy !req
565. Ooh, you got gray EYESCopy !req
566. And I've never seen anyoneCopy !req
567. Quite like you beforeCopy !req
568. No, I've never met anyoneCopy !req
569. Quite like you beforeCopy !req
570. We'll help you, son.Copy !req
571. You'll stay here with us
till you get better.Copy !req
572. Gonna beat this together.Copy !req
573. Maybe I-Copy !req
574. Maybe I should go back to the clinic.Copy !req
575. No clinics. No methadone.Copy !req
576. That only made you worse.
You said so yourself.Copy !req
577. You lied to us, son.Copy !req
578. Your own mother and father.Copy !req
579. - You could bring us some jellies.
- No!Copy !req
580. You're worse coming off that than you are
with the heroin. Nothing at all!Copy !req
581. It's a clean break this time.Copy !req
582. You're staying here
where we can keep an eye on you.Copy !req
583. I appreciate what you're trying to do, I
really do, but I just need one more score.Copy !req
584. Just bring me one more hit, please.Copy !req
585. I need one more fucking hit!Copy !req
586. You fuck!Copy !req
587. Bitch! Bitch!Copy !req
588. Well...Copy !req
589. this is a good fucking laugh,
isn't it?Copy !req
590. You sweat that shite out of your system.Copy !req
591. 'Cause if I come back
and it's still here...Copy !req
592. I'll fucking kick it out.Copy !req
593. Okay?Copy !req
594. God.Copy !req
595. Question number one:Copy !req
596. The human immunodeficiency virus is a-Copy !req
597. - Retrovirus.
- Retrovirus is the right answer!Copy !req
598. It's a mug's game, Mrs. Renton.Copy !req
599. I mean, I'm not saying I was
blameless myself. Far from it.Copy !req
600. But there comes a time when you have to
turn your back on all that nonsense...Copy !req
601. and just say no.Copy !req
602. Just say no.Copy !req
603. Oh, my God, she's dead!Copy !req
604. Question number two:Copy !req
605. HIV binds to which receptor
on the host lymphocyte?Copy !req
606. Which receptor is that?Copy !req
607. CD-4.Copy !req
608. CD-4 is the right answer!Copy !req
609. Better than sex, Rents.
Better than sex.Copy !req
610. The ultimate hit.Copy !req
611. I'm a fucking adult.
I can find out for myself.Copy !req
612. Well, I'm finding out, all right.Copy !req
613. Tommy.Copy !req
614. Stop it. Dawn, stop it.Copy !req
615. Is he guilty or not guilty?Copy !req
616. He's our son.Copy !req
617. No! Dawn!Copy !req
618. Stop!Copy !req
619. Dawn! Not me!Copy !req
620. Stop!Copy !req
621. Mark.Copy !req
622. There's something you need to do.Copy !req
623. Come alive, 35.Copy !req
624. Box of tricks, 66.Copy !req
625. Mark, you get the house!Copy !req
626. House! House!Copy !req
627. For goodness sake, Mark.Copy !req
628. It seems, however, I really am
the luckiest guy in the world.Copy !req
629. Several years of addiction
right in the middle of an epidemic...Copy !req
630. surrounded by the living dead.Copy !req
631. But not me. I'm negative.
It's official.Copy !req
632. And once the pain goes away,
that's when the real battle starts:Copy !req
633. depression, boredom.Copy !req
634. You feel so fucking low,
you want to fucking top yourself.Copy !req
635. Tommy!Copy !req
636. Tommy, it's Mark, man.Copy !req
637. All right, mate?Copy !req
638. - Gettin' out much, Tommy?
- No.Copy !req
639. Following the game at all?Copy !req
640. No.Copy !req
641. Me neither really.Copy !req
642. You take the test?Copy !req
643. Aye.Copy !req
644. Clear?Copy !req
645. Aye.Copy !req
646. That's nice.Copy !req
647. I'm sorry, Tommy.Copy !req
648. Got any gear on you?Copy !req
649. No, I'm clean, man.Copy !req
650. Well...Copy !req
651. sub us then, mate.Copy !req
652. I'm expecting a rent check.Copy !req
653. Thanks, Mark.Copy !req
654. No bother.Copy !req
655. No bother. None at all.Copy !req
656. Not for me, anyway.Copy !req
657. Still, it's easy to be philosophical when it's
some other poor cunt with shite for blood.Copy !req
658. - What do you want?
- Are you clean?Copy !req
659. - Yes.
- Is that a promise then?Copy !req
660. Yes, it is, as a matter of fact.Copy !req
661. Calm down. I'm only asking.Copy !req
662. Is that hash I can smell?Copy !req
663. - No.
- I wouldn't mind a bit if it is.Copy !req
664. - Well, it isn't.
- It smells like it.Copy !req
665. - You're too young.
- I'm too young for what?Copy !req
666. You're not getting any younger, Mark.Copy !req
667. The world's changing. Music's changing.
Even drugs are changing.Copy !req
668. You can't stay in here all day
dreaming about heroin...Copy !req
669. and Ziggy POP-Copy !req
670. It's Iggy Pop.Copy !req
671. Whatever.
I mean, the guy's dead anyway.Copy !req
672. Iggy Pop is not dead. He toured last year.
Tommy went to see him.Copy !req
673. The point is,
you've got to find something new.Copy !req
674. She was right.
I had to find something new.Copy !req
675. There was only one thing for it.Copy !req
676. Lifestyle Letting Agency.Copy !req
677. Yes, it's a beautifully converted
Victorian town house.Copy !req
678. Ideally located on a quiet road
near to the local shops and transport.Copy !req
679. This one's two bedrooms
and a kitchen/diner.Copy !req
680. Fully fitted,
in excellent decorative order.Copy !req
681. Lots of storage space
and all mod cons.Copy !req
682. It's going at £320 a week.Copy !req
683. I settled in not too badly
and kept myself to myself.Copy !req
684. Sometimes, of course, I thought about the
guys, but mainly I didn't miss them at all.Copy !req
685. After all, this was boomtown, where any fool
could make cash from chaos and plenty did.Copy !req
686. Tell you what I've got.Copy !req
687. I've got a beautifully converted
Victorian town house.Copy !req
688. I quite enjoyed the sound of it all-Copy !req
689. profit, loss, margins...Copy !req
690. takeovers, lending, letting, subletting...Copy !req
691. subdividing, cheating, scamming,
fragmenting, breaking away.Copy !req
692. Who's got the keys to Telegraph Road?Copy !req
693. There was no such thing as society. Even
if there was, I had nothing to do with it.Copy !req
694. For the first time in my adult life,
I was almost content.Copy !req
695. Dear Mark, I'm glad you found
a job and somewhere to live.Copy !req
696. School is fine at the moment.Copy !req
697. I'm not pregnant,
but thanks for asking.Copy !req
698. Your friend, Sick Boy, asked me last week
if I would like to work for him...Copy !req
699. but I told him where to go.Copy !req
700. I met Spud, who sends his regards.
Or at least I think that's what he said.Copy !req
701. No one has seen Tommy for ages.Copy !req
702. And, finally, Francis Begbie
has been on television a lot this week...Copy !req
703. as he is wanted by the police
in connection...Copy !req
704. with an armed robbery
in a jeweler's in Corstorphine.Copy !req
705. Take care. Yours with love, Diane.Copy !req
706. Francis Begbie.Copy !req
707. Oh, no.Copy !req
708. Armed robbery?Copy !req
709. What, with a replica? How the fuck can it
be armed robbery with a fucking replica?Copy !req
710. Fucking scandal.Copy !req
711. And the gear. Look.Copy !req
712. Supposed to be fucking solid silver.
It's fucking garbage.Copy !req
713. Those young couples investin' all their
fucking hopes in that stuff and all.Copy !req
714. - It's a scandal, Franco.
- Too fucking right it is.Copy !req
715. How about the wee pot noodles by the way?
I'm fucking Lee Marvin.Copy !req
716. Hey, Rents.Copy !req
717. Begbie settled in in no time at all.Copy !req
718. Found me fucking cigarettes.Copy !req
719. Aye, right.Copy !req
720. It's me.Copy !req
721. BegsCopy !req
722. Yeah, the guy's a psycho.
But it's true.Copy !req
723. He's a mate also. What can I do?Copy !req
724. Pop down to bookie's
and put a line on for us.Copy !req
725. Can you not go yourself?Copy !req
726. I'm serious here. I'm a fugitive from the law,
and I can't even walk the fuckin' streets.Copy !req
727. You go.Copy !req
728. Here.Copy !req
729. Doncaster. Four-forty.Copy !req
730. Five pound to win. Bad Boy.Copy !req
731. Fucking buy some fucking beer and all.Copy !req
732. Come on, Bad Boy.Copy !req
733. Come on, son. Come on, son.
Come on! Come on!Copy !req
734. Yeah!Copy !req
735. Bad Boy!Copy !req
736. Came in at 16 to 1.Copy !req
737. And with the winnings,
we went out to celebrate.Copy !req
738. Diane was right.
The world is changing.Copy !req
739. Music is changing.
Drugs are changing.Copy !req
740. Even men and women are changing.Copy !req
741. One thousand years from now, there 'll
be no guys and no girls, just wankers.Copy !req
742. Sounds great to me.Copy !req
743. It's just a pity no one told Begbie.Copy !req
744. Fuck! Fuck!Copy !req
745. If you ask me, we're heterosexual
by default not by decision.Copy !req
746. It's just a question of who you fancy.Copy !req
747. It's all about aesthetics.
And it's fuck-all to do with morality.Copy !req
748. Fuck!Copy !req
749. But you try telling Begbie that.Copy !req
750. I'm not a fucking buftie,
and that's the end of it.Copy !req
751. Let's face it.
It could have been wonderful.Copy !req
752. Fucking listen to me,
you piece of junkie shit.Copy !req
753. A joke's a fucking joke.Copy !req
754. You mention that again,
and I'll cut you up.Copy !req
755. You understand?Copy !req
756. Since I last saw him, Sick Boy had
reinvented himself as a pimp and a pusher...Copy !req
757. and was here, he said,
to mix business and pleasure;Copy !req
758. setting up contacts,
as he constantly informed me...Copy !req
759. for the great smack deal
that was one day going to make him rich.Copy !req
760. Good chips.Copy !req
761. I can't believe you did that.Copy !req
762. I got a good price for it.
Rents, I need the money.Copy !req
763. It was my fucking telly!Copy !req
764. Christ, if I'd known you were gonna get
so humpty about it...Copy !req
765. I wouldn't have bothered.Copy !req
766. Fucking rented anyway.Copy !req
767. Are you gonna eat that?Copy !req
768. Have you got a passport?Copy !req
769. Why?Copy !req
770. I met this bloke.Copy !req
771. Runs a hotel, brothel.Copy !req
772. Loads of contacts.Copy !req
773. Does a nice sideline in punting
British passports to foreigners.Copy !req
774. Get you a good price.Copy !req
775. And why would I want to sell my passport?Copy !req
776. It was just an idea.Copy !req
777. I had to get rid of them.Copy !req
778. Sick Boy didn't do his drug deal,
and he didn't get rich.Copy !req
779. Instead, he and Begbie just hung around
my bedsit looking for things to steal.Copy !req
780. I decided to offer them one of London's
most desirable properties.Copy !req
781. But, of course,
they weren't paying any rent.Copy !req
782. So when my boss found two
desperate suckers who would...Copy !req
783. Sick Boy and Begbie were bound
to feel threatened.Copy !req
784. Yep, lots of storage.Copy !req
785. All mod cons, 320 quid a week.Copy !req
786. And that was that.Copy !req
787. But by then we had another reason
to go back: Tommy.Copy !req
788. Tommy knew he'd got the virus,
but he never knew he'd gone full blown.Copy !req
789. What was it, pneumonia or cancer?Copy !req
790. No, toxoplasmosis.Copy !req
791. It's like a stroke.Copy !req
792. How's that?Copy !req
793. He wanted to see Lizzy again.Copy !req
794. She wouldn't even let him near the house.Copy !req
795. So he bought her a present.
He brought her this kitten.Copy !req
796. - But Lizzy told him where to fucking stick it.
- Exactly.Copy !req
797. “I'm not wantin' that cat,” she says.
“Get the fuck, right.”Copy !req
798. So there's Tommy stuck with this kitten.Copy !req
799. You can imagine what happened-Copy !req
800. To those of us gathered here today...Copy !req
801. Thomas McKenzie filled
a number of different roles in our lives.Copy !req
802. - Thomas was a son, a brother and a friend.
- The thing was neglected...Copy !req
803. pissing and shitting all over the place.Copy !req
804. Tommy's lying about fucked out
of his eyeballs...Copy !req
805. on smack or downers.Copy !req
806. He never knew you could get
toxoplasmosis from cat shit.Copy !req
807. A loving man
who had a great lust for life.Copy !req
808. - A keen music/am-
- Neither did I. What is it?Copy !req
809. Fucking horrible.Copy !req
810. - It's like an abscess in your brain.
- Fucking hell.Copy !req
811. Then what happened?Copy !req
812. He starts getting these headaches...Copy !req
813. so he just uses more smack,
you know, for the pain.Copy !req
814. And then he has a stroke.Copy !req
815. A fucking stroke, just like that.Copy !req
816. Gets home from the hospital
and dies three weeks later.Copy !req
817. He'd been dead for ages before
the neighbors complained about the smell...Copy !req
818. and got the police
to break down the door.Copy !req
819. Tommy was lying facedown
in a pool of vomit.Copy !req
820. He has gone from us,
but we have many things...Copy !req
821. to remember him by.Copy !req
822. The kitten was fine.Copy !req
823. Would you all please rise now
for the committal?Copy !req
824. Do you think I would
leave you cryingCopy !req
825. When there's room
on my horse for twoCopy !req
826. Climb up here, Tommy
Don't be dyingCopy !req
827. I can go just as fast with twoCopy !req
828. When we grow up
we'll both be soldiersCopy !req
829. And our horses will not be toysCopy !req
830. And I wonder if we'll rememberCopy !req
831. When we were two little boysCopy !req
832. - Tommy.
- Tommy.Copy !req
833. Did you tell him yet?Copy !req
834. - On you go.
- What?Copy !req
835. There's this mate of Swanney's.Copy !req
836. - You know the guy. Mikey Forrester.
- Aye.Copy !req
837. Well...Copy !req
838. he's come into some gear.Copy !req
839. - A lot of gear.
- How much gear?Copy !req
840. About two kilos.Copy !req
841. So he tells me.Copy !req
842. He got drunk in a pub
down by the docks last week...Copy !req
843. where he met two Russian sailors.Copy !req
844. They're fucking carrying the stuff.
For sale there and then, like.Copy !req
845. So he wakes up next morning...Copy !req
846. realizes what he's done,
gets very fucking nervous.Copy !req
847. He wants rid of this, right?Copy !req
848. - So?
- So he met me.Copy !req
849. And I offered to take it off his hands
at a very reasonable price...Copy !req
850. with the intention of punting it on myself
to a guy I know in London.Copy !req
851. We've just come back
from Tommy's funeral...Copy !req
852. and you're talking about a scag deal?Copy !req
853. Aye.Copy !req
854. What was your price?Copy !req
855. - Four grand.
- You haven't got four grand.Copy !req
856. - We're 2,000 short.
- Well, that's tough.Copy !req
857. Look, Mark, every cunt
knows you've been saving up in London.Copy !req
858. I'm sorry, boys.
I do not have two grand.Copy !req
859. Aye, you fucking do.Copy !req
860. I've seen your bank statement.Copy !req
861. For fuck's sake.Copy !req
862. 2,133 pound.Copy !req
863. Two kilos. What is that, ten years?Copy !req
864. Mikey Forrester. Russian sailors.
What the fuck are you boys on?Copy !req
865. Spud, you've already been to jail.
You like it so much you want to go back?Copy !req
866. I just want the money, Mark.Copy !req
867. If everybody keeps their fucking mouth
shut, there'll be no cunt going to jail.Copy !req
868. I hadn't told anyone everything running through
my mind about what might happen in London.Copy !req
869. There were a lot of possibilities
I didn't want to talk to anyone about.Copy !req
870. Ideas best kept to myself.Copy !req
871. What no one told me was that
when we bought the smack...Copy !req
872. some lucky punter
would have to try it out.Copy !req
873. Begbie didn't trust Spud.Copy !req
874. Sick Boy was too careful these days.Copy !req
875. So I rolled up my sleeve,
I spiked my vein...Copy !req
876. and I did what had to be done.Copy !req
877. It's good.Copy !req
878. It's really fucking good.Copy !req
879. Yeah, that hit was good.Copy !req
880. I promised myself another one
before we got to London.Copy !req
881. Just the one hit,
just for old time's sake.Copy !req
882. Just to piss Begbie off.Copy !req
883. This was his nightmare.Copy !req
884. The dodgiest scam
in a lifetime of dodgy scams...Copy !req
885. being perpetrated with three of the most
useless and unreliable fuckups in town.Copy !req
886. I knew what was going on in his mind.Copy !req
887. Any trouble in London,
and he would dump us immediately.Copy !req
888. One way or another, he had to.Copy !req
889. If he got caught with a bag full of smack
on top of that armed robbery shit...Copy !req
890. he was going down for 15 to 20.Copy !req
891. Begbie was hard, but not so hard that
he didn't shite it off 20 years in prison.Copy !req
892. This was to be my final hit.Copy !req
893. But let's be clear about this.Copy !req
894. There's final hits and final hits.Copy !req
895. What kind was this to be?Copy !req
896. Did you bring the cards?Copy !req
897. - What?
- The cards!Copy !req
898. The last thing I told you
was to mind the cards.Copy !req
899. Well, I've not brought them.Copy !req
900. - Fucking boring after a while without the cards.
- I'm sorry.Copy !req
901. - But fucking late, like.
- Why didn't you bring them?Copy !req
902. 'Cause I fucking told you
to bring them, you doss cunt!Copy !req
903. Christ.Copy !req
904. These are your friends, right?Copy !req
905. These are the guys I told you about.
Okay.Copy !req
906. - Well, is he here?
- Yeah, he's here.Copy !req
907. You didn't get followed
or nothing, did you?Copy !req
908. - Didn't get followed.
- Okay.Copy !req
909. - All right.
- Hi.Copy !req
910. Straight away he clocked us
for what we were:Copy !req
911. small-time wasters
with an accidental big deal.Copy !req
912. Excuse me, gentlemen.Copy !req
913. So...Copy !req
914. how much would you like for this?Copy !req
915. Twenty thousand.Copy !req
916. Well, I don't think it's
worth much more than 15.Copy !req
917. This was a real drag to him.
He didn't need to negotiate.Copy !req
918. I mean, what the fuck were we
going to do with it if he didn't buy it?Copy !req
919. Sell it on the streets? Fuck that.Copy !req
920. Well, 19.Copy !req
921. Terribly sorry. I can't go to 19.Copy !req
922. Well, fucking 16 then.Copy !req
923. Okay.Copy !req
924. “Well, fucking 16” it is then.Copy !req
925. These, gentlemen, are £2,000 bundles.Copy !req
926. That's two.Copy !req
927. That's four.Copy !req
928. We settled on £16,000.Copy !req
929. He had a lot more in the suitcase, like,
but it was better than nothing.Copy !req
930. And two more make eight.Copy !req
931. Thank you very much, gentlemen.Copy !req
932. I'd just like to say,
it's been a pleasure haggling with you.Copy !req
933. Fucking better be.Copy !req
934. Okay?Copy !req
935. Yes!Copy !req
936. And just for a moment,
it felt really great.Copy !req
937. Like we were all in it together, like
friends. Like it meant something.Copy !req
938. A moment like that
can touch you deep inside.Copy !req
939. But it doesn't last long.
Not like £16,000.Copy !req
940. So what about you, Spud? Any major
investments on the horizon at all?Copy !req
941. - Gonna buy yourself a wee island in the sun?
- For four grand?Copy !req
942. One palm tree, a couple of rocks
and a fucking sewage outflow.Copy !req
943. I don't know, man. I'm gonna
get something for my ma, I think.Copy !req
944. Get some good speed.Copy !req
945. No bicarb.Copy !req
946. - Then get a girl, take her out, treat her right.
- And shag her senseless.Copy !req
947. No, man! True love. True love.Copy !req
948. But I could really handle some hot sex
with a Jewish princess!Copy !req
949. - You daft cunt!
- Or a Catholic!Copy !req
950. If you're gonna waste it on a bird,
you may as well fucking leave it all to me.Copy !req
951. - Get our drinks.
- I got a round already.Copy !req
952. - I got the last ones.
- It's your round, Franco.Copy !req
953. Okay. Same again?Copy !req
954. Right. I'm off for a piss.Copy !req
955. See when I get back
the money's still here, okay?Copy !req
956. The moment your back's turned,
we're out the door.Copy !req
957. Yeah, I'll be right fucking after you.Copy !req
958. You'll never catch us,
you flabby bastard.Copy !req
959. See you when I get back.Copy !req
960. Be halfway down the street with the money,
I'd fucking kill you.Copy !req
961. I thought you might, Franco.Copy !req
962. Thought you might.Copy !req
963. Are you game for it?Copy !req
964. What?Copy !req
965. Well?Copy !req
966. Are you serious?Copy !req
967. Don't know. Don't know.
What do you think?Copy !req
968. Still here, I see.Copy !req
969. - Well, we wouldn't run out on a mate.
- Why not? I know I would.Copy !req
970. Where's Franco?Copy !req
971. For fuck's sake!Copy !req
972. Sorry, mate.
I'll buy you another one.Copy !req
973. You've ruined my fucking suit,
you fucking idiot!Copy !req
974. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.Copy !req
975. Sorry's not going to dry me off, you cunt.Copy !req
976. Cool down, Franco.
The man says he's sorry.Copy !req
977. You sorry enough for being a fat cunt.Copy !req
978. Fuck you. If you can't hold a pint, you
shouldn't be in the pub, mate. Fuck off.Copy !req
979. Don't do it, man.Copy !req
980. For fuck's sake!Copy !req
981. - Fucking nice one, Franco!
- Shut it.Copy !req
982. - You cut me, man!
- You were in my fucking way.Copy !req
983. Anybody else want to get
in my fucking way? You?Copy !req
984. YOU?Copy !req
985. Hey, Rent boy...Copy !req
986. you bring me down a fucking smoke.Copy !req
987. - I think we'd better go, Franco!
- I've got to go to the hospital!Copy !req
988. You're not going to any fucking hospital,
and you're staying there!Copy !req
989. You bring me down a fucking cigarette.Copy !req
990. And the bag.Copy !req
991. Now I've justified this
to myself in all sorts of ways.Copy !req
992. It wasn't a big deal,
just a minor betrayal.Copy !req
993. Or we'd outgrown each other.
You know, that sort of thing.Copy !req
994. But let's face it. I ripped them off,
my so-called mates.Copy !req
995. But Begbie-I couldn't
give a shit about him.Copy !req
996. And Sick Boy-He'd have done the same to me,
if he'd only thought of it first.Copy !req
997. And Spud-Well, okay, I felt sorry for Spud.
He never hurt anybody.Copy !req
998. Bastard!Copy !req
999. Bastard!Copy !req
1000. Open up. Open up now!Copy !req
1001. Bastard!Copy !req
1002. Bastard!Copy !req
1003. So why did I do it?Copy !req
1004. I could off era million answers, all false.Copy !req
1005. The truth is that I'm a bad person.Copy !req
1006. But that's gonna change.
I'm going to change.Copy !req
1007. This is the last of that sort of thing.Copy !req
1008. Now I'm cleaning up, and I'm moving on.
Going straight and choosing life.Copy !req
1009. I'm looking forward to it already.Copy !req
1010. I'm gonna be just like you.Copy !req
1011. The job, the family,
the fucking big television...Copy !req
1012. the washing machine, the car, the compact
disc and electrical tin opener...Copy !req
1013. good health, low cholesterol,
dental insurance...Copy !req
1014. mortgage, starter home,
leisure wear, luggage...Copy !req
1015. three-piece suite, DIY, game shows,
junk food, children...Copy !req
1016. walks in the park,
nine-to-five, good at golf...Copy !req
1017. washing the car,
choice of sweaters, family Christmas...Copy !req
1018. indexed pension, tax exemption,
clearing the gutters...Copy !req
1019. getting by, looking ahead,
the day you die.Copy !req