Trainspotting Page #11
In the cold light of morning, Tommy and Lizzy wait, not
speaking, outside the still-closed video store.
INT. TRAIN - DAY
Sick Boy, Tommy, Spud and Renton sit drinking from an
extensive carry-out.
SICK BOY:
This had better be good.
TOMMY:
It will be. It'll make a change
for three miserable junkies who
don't know what they want to do
with themselves since they stopped
doing smack.
SICK BOY:
If I'm giving up a whole day and
the price of a ticket, I'm just
saying it had better be good.
There's plenty of other things I
could be doing.
TOMMY:
Such as?
SICK BOY:
Such as sitting in a darkened room,
watching videos, drinking, smoking
dope and wanking. Does that answer
your question?
They sit in silence.
EXT. STATION - DAY
The station is in the middle of a moor. There appears to
be no habitation around. In the distance are some hills.
The train stands at the station.
As it pulls away, Renton, Spud, Tommy and Sick Boy are
left standing on the platform, looking around. SICK BOY
Now what?
TOMMY:
We go for a walk.
SPUD:
What?
TOMMY:
A walk.
SPUD:
But where?
Tommy points vaguely across the moor.
TOMMY:
There.
SICK BOY:
Are you serious?
They step across the tracks toward the vast moorland. They
stop.
All but Tommy sit down on rocks or clumps of heather.
TOMMY:
Well, what are you waiting for?
SPUD:
I don't know, Tommy. I don't know
if it's... normal.
A group of three serious Walkers trudge past from the other
end of the platform, decked out in regulation Berghaus
from head to foot. They tramp off towards the wilderness.
The boys watch them go.
Spud opens a can.
TOMMY:
It's the great outdoors.
SICK BOY:
It's really nice, Tommy. Can we go
home now?
TOMMY:
It's fresh air.
SICK BOY:
Look, Tommy, we know you're getting
a hard time off Lizzy, but there's
no need to take it out on us.
TOMMY:
Doesn't it make you proud to be
Scottish?
RENTON:
I hate being Scottish. We're the
lowest of the f***ing low, the
scum of the earth, the most
wretched, servile, miserable,
pathetic trash that was ever shat
into civilization. Some people
hate the English, but I don't.
They're just wankers. We, on the
other hand, are colonized by
wankers. We can't even pick a decent
culture to be colonized by. We are
ruled by effete arseholes. It's a
shite state of affairs and all the
fresh air in the world will not
make any f***ing difference.
The three serious Walkers are receding into the distance.
The boys troop back towards the platform.
RENTON (V.O.)
At or around this time, we made a
healthy, informed, democratic
decision to get back on drugs as
soon as possible. It took about
twelve hours.
INT. SWANNEY'S FLAT - DAY
Renton hands over money to Swanney.
Renton then begins cooking up.
Also present and cooking or shooting up are Spud, Swanney,
Allison and Baby, and Sick Boy.
RENTON (V.O.)
It looks easy, this, but it's not.
It looks like a doss, like a soft
option, but living like this, it's
a full-time business.
He injects.
INT. SHOP - DAY
Renton, Spud, and Sick Boy are stuffing objects into their
shirts and pockets.
INT. SWANNEY'S FLAT - DAY
Renton lies back, narcotized.
EXT. STREET - DAY
Renton and Spud are running along the street.
Two uniformed Store Detectives are running after them.
Sick Boy stands in a doorway. As the Detectives run past,
he strolls away in the opposite direction.
INT. SWANNEY'S FLAT - DAY
Renton lies back as before.
SICK BOY:
Ursula Andress was the
quintessential Bond girl. That's
what everyone says. The embodiment
of his superiority to us: beautiful,
unavailable to everyone but him.
Shite. Let's face it: if she'd
shag one punter from Edinburgh,
she'd shag the f***ing lot of us.
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