T2 Trainspotting Page #2

Now you're ruining my f***ing death, too!

Thanks a lot, amigo.

F***ing sh*t! I did what I could for you!

I gave you 4,000!

What did you think

I was gonna do with 4,000, Mark?

I was a f***ing junkie!

Aye, suppose you were.

I still am!

F***'s sake.

You're looking well, though, Mark.

Aye.

Everyone says that.

Gonna be sticking around for a while?

No, I'm supposed to go back

in a couple of days.

Can you not stay a bit longer?

It'd be nice to see you, get to, you know,

spend some time together.

I don't know. I don't know.

I missed you, man.

Don't go trying to kill yourself again, eh?

No. Not while I got my friend in town, eh?

So...

You see old Simon?

Simon? No, no. He's probably too busy.

You got to see old Simon, man.

You know how it was, Spud.

You and Simon was like that, man.

Hello, Frank.

How are you feeling this morning?

A bit sore, doll.

Well, I'm sure we'll soon

be able to get rid of these tubes.

Thanks, darling.

Give us your wrist, Frank. I'm off for a dump.

Come on. Give us a break.

That's the regulations, Frank.

Where the f*** am I going to go,

all these tubes stuck to me?

Give a man a little bit of dignity for once, eh?

Aye.

All right, Frank.

You're a good man, Mr. Wilson.

I respect you for that.

Ya f***ing prick.

Excuse me, sir.

Are you all right?

-Can I help?

-Aye. You can.

Hello, Mark.

Simon.

So, what you been up to for 20 years?

I've been in Amsterdam.

-Nice.

-All right.

What else? Married?

Aye.

-Nice.

-Dutch woman.

-Kids?

-Two.

-Boys or girls?

-One of each.

Little Mark, eh?

Bet he's a chip off the old block.

James, actually.

And Laura.

How about you?

I have a son.

He's in London with

his f***ing whore mother.

-See him?

-Pretty regular.

Currently once every 10 years.

All right.

Job?

Aye.

I did an accounting course.

I work for a small business.

Stock management software

for the retail sector.

Very nice.

Well, as you can see,

I'm running my old auntie's pub.

Very few customers

and they don't spend much.

Sometimes it's not even worth opening.

The great wave of gentrification

has yet to engulf us.

But there we go, eh?

-My lot in life.

-I see.

16,000!

You thieving f***ing bastard!

You missed a trick!

That's what hurts, isn't it?

That I had the brains and the f***ing balls

to steal the money and you didn't!

F***ing get off me.

-F***ing hell!

-Bastard.

Sh*t! F***!

You f***ing bastard.

Are you all right?

It will be fine.

Where is she?

None of your business.

Saved your life, though.

This is for you.

F***'s sake.

We did a deal back then.

Twenty years ago.

Couple of bags of H. Good quality stuff.

We took it to London.

Me, him, Begbie, Spud Murphy.

Sold it.

Not a bad price.

16,000, to be divided in four equal parts.

He ran off with it.

Took it all.

And now what does he think I am, a whore?

He can just pay me off?

4,000, not even any interest.

What am I supposed to do with that?

Buy a f***ing time machine?

Live my life all over again?

Only this time without being robbed

and betrayed by my best f***ing friend!

No, it doesn't work like that.

What I'm gonna do, Veronika,

is I'm gonna draw him back in as my friend,

my very best friend, my partner,

and then I'm gonna hurt him.

I'm gonna hurt him in every way that I can.

-200 short.

-I owed someone.

Yeah, you bought cocaine.

Shut it.

Veronika...

I'm gonna make him sorry he ever came back.

Shut up! What's the f***ing matter with you?

Frank, is that you?

Who the f*** else it gonna be?

But the police might be watching.

Well, that's why I came

in the back window, woman.

Do you still got my kitbag?

-Of course.

-Good.

Frank, you're bleeding.

It's nothing.

Just get us a plaster or something.

Here, let me.

No, leave it, leave it.

Dad?

Franco Junior.

Ya c*nt, you.

Ya f***ing beauty.

But, Dad...

That's right, son.

I'm home.

But what are you gonna do?

Well, I'm not gonna be sitting on me ass

watching f***ing telly all day.

That's for sure.

-Frank, what if...

-No, no, listen.

You and me, son. You and me.

We're gonna go out there

and do a bit of business together.

I've enrolled in college, Dad.

-What?

-I'm doing a diploma in hotel management.

Good one. F***ing... F***ing had us there.

Seriously, son, you and me, you and me.

That's it.

Look at him, June. Look at our boy.

He cannot f***ing wait.

F***!

Never mind, Frank.

It's just great to have you back.

I'm getting builders.

Look.

These are partitions. Eight rooms.

Sixteen girls. Two shifts.

We could be turning over 10,000 a week

every week of the year.

-So, where's my office?

-What?

I'll need an office

if I am to be Madame Veronika.

All right.

Your office...

Is there.

You have money for all this?

I'm gonna find the money

and I'm gonna do this for you.

But when, Simon?

I cannot live on a promise.

Soon.

I promise.

Come on, Spud!

I'm with you, Mark. Go on, Mark.

Almost halfway, Spud. Come on.

Thanks, brother.

Can't fail again, Mark.

You know, I need to detox the system.

Spud. "Detox the system."

What does that even mean?

It doesn't mean anything.

It's not getting it out of your body

that's the problem.

It's getting it out of your mind.

You are an addict.

You think I haven't heard that

100,000 times, Mark?

You got 12 more steps for me, comrade?

So be addicted.

Be addicted to something else.

Like running until I feel sick?

Yes.

Or something else.

You've got to channel it.

You've got to control it.

People try all sorts.

Some people do boxing.

-Boxing?

-Well, it's just an example.

I don't... I don't mean you should...

So, what did you channel it into?

Getting away.

Do you remember, Mark...

You remember that girl, Sharron?

Lived in Granton.

Tall.

-Well, taller than us anyway, at the time.

-Yeah, I remember her.

Your very first sexual encounter.

-Right.

-Mine too.

Okay.

You remember shoplifting

in Woolworths together

and you got caught, you gave my name?

-Yeah.

-How about this one?

Warm day, sunny afternoon.

Two young lads, and we clubbed together

and bought our very first hit off Swanney.

Our very first bag of heroin.

-Do you remember that?

-Yes.

-Swanney's dead now, of course.

-Be astonished if he wasn't.

And we went down that park,

back of Banana Flats.

-Dog sh*t park.

-Yeah.

And we shared a needle.

Shared a needle, yeah.

You went first.

Your blood runs in my veins, Mark.

Would you stop looking

at your f***ing watch?

-I have a flight to catch.

-Sh*t.

Excuse me a moment.

F***.

F***!

So you're Plan B.

Yes.

I am to persuade you to stay and help him.

It will mean so much to have

his oldest friend by his side

in this exciting new business opportunity.

He told you to say that.

Yes.

Did he choose your dress?

No.

-You like it?

-It's very nice.

Is he taking cocaine in there?

Probably.

Is he doing that a lot?

As often as he can.

-Where is he?

-Gone.

Gone? How could you let him go?

Simon.

Simon!

How could you let him go?

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