T2 Trainspotting Page #7

I'm sorry, Franco.

Don't f***ing move.

I did steal the money,

but they shouldn't have been surprised.

I mean, we stole from all sorts of people.

Shops, businesses, neighbors, family.

Friends was just one more class of victim.

In the morning,

when you were gone with my money,

I was furious, but also I thought,

"'Course he's taken it.

"Why wouldn't he?"

Daniel?

It's me.

I'm not here.

-What do you mean, you're not here?

-Go!

Veronika, you cannot be here. Please.

It's not safe for you, kitten-cat.

-You got to vamoose.

-What happened?

Tell Mark. Tell Simon.

They need to run quick.

The Beggar is on the loose.

Please, Veronika, he'll be back at any minute.

Who will be back?

Well, well, well.

Rescue.

This your bird, Murphy?

Please, Franco, leave her alone.

She has nothing to do with this.

'Course she hasn't.

What would she be doing

with an ugly c*nt like you?

What's your name, doll?

Veronika.

Veronika.

Well, that's lovely.

And how do you know Mr. Murphy here?

-Simon.

-Simon?

Good old Simon.

And what about Simon's very best friend?

You know him and all?

You got a phone?

-A phone?

-Aye. A mobile phone.

You know the kind of thing.

-Yes.

-Give it.

But you have to let us go.

Both of us.

-Another?

-No, I'm fine.

Where are you going?

You shouldn't be out

in this neck of the woods, kitten-cat.

I have a plan for us.

What?

"We went for a piss

in the old Leith Central Station.

"Me, Renton and Begbie.

"Place was empty, soon to be demolished."

Some size o' station this was.

Used to be steam engines

to all over from here.

Choo-f***ing-choo!

"An old drunkard,

whom Begbie had been looking at,

"lurched up to us, wine bottle in his hand."

What're you up to, lads, eh?

Trainspotting?

In Leith Central?

"He says, laughing.

"I noticed Begbie seemed

strangely subdued and uncomfortable."

They f***ing turn it on for you.

F***ing shitbag!

"It was only then I realized

"the old wino was Begbie's father."

"First, there is an opportunity.

"And then, there's a betrayal."

And that's how it ends.

That's funny.

That's like everything

I've been writing about.

Yes, Daniel.

But this one...

Needs an ending too.

June.

Franco Junior.

Can I come in for a moment?

There's something I have to do tonight,

and then I'm going away.

One way or another, it'll be a long time

before you see me again.

So I just thought I'd come by.

I just thought I'd come by

and say good luck, son.

That's all.

Thanks, Dad.

See, it's difficult for me, 'cause...

We never had any of that when I was a boy.

Not, like, hotel...

Management.

Aye, hotel f***ing management,

all that sh*t.

I never had any of that.

Still...

World changes, eh, June?

Even if we don't.

So... Look after yourself, son.

The old wino was my father.

This fool is yours.

You'll be a better man than either of us.

What the f***?

She's not here.

And seeing as we both are,

don't imagine she'll turn up any time soon.

I'm gonna call her.

It's switched off.

So, what are we doing here, then?

It's her way of saying goodbye, I suppose.

I loved that woman.

Mark! I'm so sorry! I've done a terrible thing!

-F*** are you doing here?

-Lock the doors!

Sorry about what?

Lock it!

-Sorry for what?

-Get upstairs now!

We have to get to f*** now!

-Mark! I've done a terrible thing!

-What?

-Franco!

-What?

Veronika! Gail!

Little Fergus. Well, he's not so little anymore.

You seen him recently? He's really shot up...

What the f*** are you talking about, Murphy?

Aye, carry on, Spud.

Finish your story.

'Cause we're all dying to hear it.

Well, it's like the lady says.

Betrayal.

No.

No, first, there is an opportunity, right?

And then... Then there is a betrayal.

We've all heard that one before, eh, Mark?

-Aye, maybe.

-Aye, f***ing maybe.

Aye, well, like you said,

20 years has just flown by, eh?

And here we all are.

Boys got lucky again.

Bit of money again.

With a... With a...

with a f***ing whore from Bulgaria.

So...

How does it end?

-In a box, Franco.

-That's right.

We're all in a box.

Just waiting for the lid to come down.

-Frank, come on.

-You knew.

Stringing me along, so you were.

Honestly, mate...

F***ing deal with you later.

Now...

Rent Boy.

You and me.

You know, I killed a man once.

A man who'd done nothing to me.

C*nt just looked at me the wrong way

in a moment when I was thinking of you.

I've been thinking about you for 20 year.

When you robbed us.

Your best mates.

Never got my money back.

Never got my hope back.

I always promised myself that one day...

Come on, Rent Boy.

Not like you to be so shy.

I remember

my first day at primary school.

My very first day.

And the teacher, she said,

"Good morning, Mark.

You can sit here, next to Francis."

Remember that, Franco?

You were older. You'd been kept back.

I remember that well enough.

Aye.

Had it all before us, didn't we?

Had it all still to come.

And now here we are.

Aye. You've done all right.

World's all right for smart c*nts,

but what about me?

What about f***ing men like me?

What do I get?

All I can take with my bare hands.

All I can get with my fists.

Is that what I f***ing get?

Who's the f***ing smart c*nt now?

F***.

Aye. Here we f***ing are.

Come on.

Come on, Mark.

Come on.

Here. Come on.

Franco!

"So she puts it to Spud..."

It will be safe if you leave with me.

No, I'm like one of the last

indigenous guys around here.

I cannot go anywhere.

"He says, clinging to the hope

"that he won't commit

this crime against his friends.

"And she says..."

I'll send you your share.

That doesn't work for me, Veronika.

I'll just blow it all on smack.

All right.

I'll send it to Gail, then.

And little Fergus.

"Gail, little Fergus.

"A chance to see them smile again.

"He takes the pen.

"And with his gift of forgery,

so lately underused,

"he signs their names.

"Simon Williamson. Mark Renton.

"He transfers the full 100,000

"to the bank account of

Veronika Kovach in Bulgaria."

Thank you, Daniel.

Spud. Most folks call me Spud.

F***.

He's doing what?

-Writing them down.

-Really?

That's what he told me.

-Murphy?

-Apparently so.

So, who's gonna read 'em?

Well, that's the problem. Nobody.

I thought of a title.

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