Trainspotting Page #14

He looks at the driver, at Spud running away and the Store

Detectives approaching.

RENTON (V.O.)

Because no matter how much you

stash or how much you steal, you

never have enough. No matter how

often you go out and rob and f***

people over you always need to get

up and do it all again.

Renton smiles and waits.

RENTON (V.O.)

Sooner or later, this sort of thing

was bound to happen. One of the

Detectives runs straight past him,

after Spud.

The other Detective crashes into Renton with a mighty punch

in the stomach.

INT. COURT - DAY

Spud and Renton stand in the dock. Renton's Mother and

Father, Sick Boy, Begbie, and Spud's Mother (Mrs. Murphy)

are among those in the gallery.

The Sheriff delivers his sentence.

SHERIFF:

...because shoplifting is theft,

which is a crime, and, despite

what you may believe, there is no

such entity as victimless crime.

Heroin addiction may explain your

actions, but it does not excuse

them. Mr Murphy, you are a habitual

thief, devoid of regret or remorse.

In sentencing you to six months'

imprisonment my only worry is that

it will not be long before we meet

again. Mr Renton, I understand

that you have entered into a

programme of rehabilation in an

attempt to wean yourself away from

heroin. The suspension of your

sentence is conditional upon your

continued cooperation with this

programme. Should you stand guilty

before me again, I shall not

hesitate to impose a custodial

sentence.

RENTON:

Thank you, your honour. With God's

help, I'll conquer this affliction.

The Sheriff and Renton stare at one another for a moment.

Renton turns to look at Spud, then back towards the Sheriff,

who is now leaving the court.

RENTON (V.O.)

What can you say? Well, Begbie had

a phrase for it.

INT. PUB I - DAY

The pub is crowded. Around Renton are his mother, Father,

Begbie, Sick Boy and Gav. BEGBIE It was f***ing obvious

that that c*nt was going to f*** some c*nt.

There is a round to nodding and 'poor Spud'ing. Everyone

begins to talk at once.

FATHER:

I hope you've learned your lesson,

son.

MOTHER:

Oh, my son, I thought I was going

to lose you there. You're nothing

but trouble to me, but I still

love you.

BEGBIE:

Clean up your act, sunshine. Cut

that shite out for ever.

MOTHER:

You listen to Francis, Mark, he's

talking sense.

BEGBIE:

F***ing right I am. See, inside,

you wouldn't last two f***ing days.

SICK BOY:

There's better things that the

needle, Rents. Choose life.

He winks.

MOTHER:

I remember when you were a baby,

even when you would never do what

you were told.

BEGBIE:

But he pulled it off, clever

bastard, and he got a result.

They laugh, then fall silent.

Renton turns around. Behind him stands Spud's mother.

RENTON:

Mrs Murphy, I'm sorry about Spud.

It's wasn't fair, him going down

and not me --

Tears in her eyes, Mrs Murphy turns and walks away.

Renton watches her go. Behind him Begbie shouts.

BEGBIE:

It's no our fault. Your boy went

down because he was f***ing smack-

head and if that's not your fault,

I don't know what is.

Begbie turns back to Renton.

Right. I'll get the drinks in.

He moves towards the bar.

Renton slips away.

Renton walks through the bar towards the toilets, then out

of a back door.

EXT. YARD - DAY

Renton emerges into a narrow yard surrounded by a high

wall. He looks around. The steel back gate is locked.

RENTON (V.O.)

I wished I had gone down instead

of Spud. Here I was surrounded by

my family and my so-called mates

and I've never felt so alone, never

in all my puff. Since I was on

remand they've had me on this

programme, the state-sponsored

addiction, three sickly sweet doses

of methadone a day instead of smack.

But it's never enough, and at the

moment it's nowhere near enough. I

took all three this morning and

now I've got eighteen hours to go

till my next shot and a sweat on

my back like a layer of frost. I

need to visit the mother superior

for one hit, one f***ing hit to

get us over this long, hard day.

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