Trainspotting Page #13

Begbie stands up.

INT. PUB I, TOILET - DAY

The American Tourist turns from the urinal to see Begbie,

Renton, Sick Boy, Spud and Tommy approaching. Begbie punches

and kicks the Tourist and pulls out a knife.

INT. TAXI - DAY

The door of the taxi opens, Begbie, Tommy, Spud, Sick Boy

and Renton get in, carrying the red anorak and glasses.

As the taxi pulls away they study the photograph in the

passport. They look at one another in agreement.

EXT. TAXI - DAY

The taxi motors along.

INT. PUB I - NIGHT

A man at the bar is now wearing the red anorak.

Begbie divides up the money among Sick Boy, Tommy, Spud,

and Renton.

Renton takes his share.

BEGBIE:

And remember, Rents: no skag.

RENTON:

Aye, OK, Fr. But the good times

couldn't last for ever.

INT. SWANNEY'S FLAT - DAY

Renton lies as before. Around the room are Swanney, Allison,

Tommy, Spud and Sick Boy.

Allison begins screaming and wailing.

Slowly, the others rouse themselves to varying degrees.

RENTON (V.O.)

I think Allison had been screaming

all day, but it hadn't really

registered before. She might have

been screaming for a week for all

I knew. It's been days since I've

heard anyone speak, though surely

someone must have said something

in all that time, surely to f***

someone must have.

SICK BOY:

What's wrong, Allison?

Allison points toward the bundle of dirty blankets in which

her baby is wrapped. Sick Boy follows her directions.

SPUD Calm down, calm down. It's going to be all right,

everything's going to be just fine.

RENTON (V.O.)

Nothing could have been further

from the truth. In point of fact,

nothing at all was going to be

just fine. On the contrary,

everything was going to be bad.

Bad? I mean worse than it already

was.

Sick Boy stands over the bundle. The baby is dead.

SICK BOY:

Oh, f***. Sick Boy reaches out to

Allison.

RENTON (V.O.)

It wasn't my baby. She wasn't my

baby. Baby Dawn. She wasn't mine.

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

don't know. Maybe Allison knew.

Maybe not. I wished I could think

of something to say, something

sympathetic, something human.

SICK BOY:

Say something, Mark, say something --

RENTON:

I'm cooking' up. There is a silence.

Renton begins scrambling around through the works.

ALLISON:

Cook one for me, Renton. I need a

hit.

RENTON (V.O.)

And so she did, I could understand

that. To take the pain away. So I

cooked up and she got a hit, but

only after me. That went without

saying.

EXT. STREET - DAY

Renton, Spud and Sick Boy cross the road to approach the

shop.

RENTON (V.O.)

Well, at least we knew who the

father was now. It wasn't just the

baby that died that day. Something

inside Sick Boy was lost and never

returned. It seemed he had no theory

with which to explain a moment

like this.

INT. SHOP - DAY

Renton, Spud and Sick Boy are stuffing their pockets, as

seen before.

Renton's theft is interrupted by Diane's voice.

DIANE:

Hello there, Mark.

Diane is standing just beside him.

DIANE:

What are you doing?

Renton is speechless, but a few stolen items fall from

inside his jacket down to the floor.

Diane looks down.

Spud and Sick Boy start to snigger.

One of the Store Detectives become aware of the group. He

starts walking towards them.

DIANE:

You didn't tell me you were a thief.

SPUD:

Hey, go easy, lady. The boy's got

a habit to support.

SICK BOY:

Opium doesn't just grow on trees,

you know.

A few more items fall from Renton's jacket as the store

Detective closes in.

Renton looks at Diane.

EXT. STREET - DAY

Renton and Spud are running, pursued by the Two Store

Detectives.

RENTON (V.O.)

Nor did I. Our only response was

to keep on going and f***

everything. Pile misery upon misery,

heap it up on a spoon and dissolve

it with a drop of bile, then squirt

it into a stinking purulent vein

and do it all over again. Keep on

going:
getting up, going out,

robbing, stealing, f***ing people

over, propelling ourselves with

longing towards the day it would

all go wrong. As seen in the opening

scene, Renton is nearly hit by a

car that screeches to a halt as he

crosses a road.

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