Trainspotting Page #15

Renton climbs the wall. He stands on top, then dives off

the other side, executing a somersault in mid-air.

INT. SWANNEY'S FLAT - NIGHT

Swanney is cooking up. Renton lands on the floor behind

him like a gymnast.

RENTON:

What's on the menu this evening?

SWANNEY:

Your favourite dish.

RENTON:

Excellent.

SWANNEY:

Your usual table, sir?

RENTON:

Why, thank you.

Renton sits on his usual cushion on the floor.

SWANNEY:

And would sir care to settle his

bill in advance?

RENTON:

Stick it on my tab.

SWANNEY:

Regret to inform, sir, that your

credit limit was reached and

breached a long time ago.

RENTON:

In that case --

He produces twenty pounds.

SWANNEY:

Oh, hard currency, why, sir, that'll

do nicely.

He swipes the notes underneath a UV forgery checker.

Can't be too careful when we're dealing with your type,

can we?

Renton begins his search for a vein.

Would sir care for a starter? Some garlic bread perhaps?

RENTON:

No, thank you. I'll proceed directly

to the intravenous injection of

hard drugs, please.

SWANNEY:

As you wish.

He hands Renton the syringe. Renton inject, then lies back

on the dirty, red, carpeted floor. He lies completely still.

His pupils shrink. His breathing becomes slow, shallow and

intermittent. He sinks into the floor until he is lying in

a coffin-shaped and coffin-sized pit, lined by the red

carpet. Swanney stands over him.

SWANNEY:

Perhaps sir would like me to call

for a taxi?

An ambulance siren becomes faintly audible.

INT. SWANNEY'S STAIRWELL - NIGHT

The siren is a little louder. Swanney holds Renton under

his arms and drags him backwards down the steps.

EXT. STREET - NIGHT

As Swanney emerges, still dragging Renton, the siren grows

louder and then an ambulance speeds by without stopping.

Swanney drags Renton across the pavement and into the open

door of a waiting taxi. Swanney then steps out of the taxi's

other door, pausing only to tuck a ten-pound note into

Renton's pocket before closing the door.

INT. TAXI - NIGHT

Renton lies on the floor of the taxi, as Swanney left him,

rolling slightly as the taxi takes a corner.

EXT. HOSPITAL/TAXI - NIGHT

The taxi is stationary. We do not see the driver's face

but his hand opens the door and then drags Renton out on

to the pavement by his ankles before taking the ten pound

note, getting back in the cab and driving away. Renton

lies on the pavement. Two Porters life him by arms and

ankles on to a trolley. We do not see the Porters's faces

as they wheel Renton into the hospital.

INT. HOSPITAL ACCIDENT AND EMERGENCY DEPARTMENT - NIGHT

Renton is wheeled through the department, then into a bay

surrounded by a white nylon curtain.

INT. TROLLEY BAY - NIGHT

The Porters lift Renton from one trolley on to another,

then leave him alone in the bay surrounded by the curtain.

Renton lies alone. His breathing is still shallow and

erratic. Around him is the usual accident and emergency

paraphernalia:
blood pressure machine, oxygen tap, bandages,

etc. A Doctor comes in and gives Renton an injection, then

leaves. DOCTOR Wake up. Wake up.

Renton breathes more easily.

The Two Porters return with another trolley. They lift

Renton roughly on to it and wheel him away.

INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR - NIGHT

The Porters wheel Renton along.

INT. WARD - NIGHT

The Porters lift Renton off the trolley and dump him on

the bed. A nurse sticks a thermometer in his mouth.

INT. WARD - DAY

Renton's Father and Mother lift Renton, now fully conscious,

off the bed and dump him in a wheelchair.

INT. HOSPITAL CORRIDOR - DAY

Mother walks ahead. Behind her, Father pushes Renton in

the wheelchair.

INT. TAXI - DAY

Mother and Father sit on either side of Renton.

INT. RENTON'S BEDROOM - DAY

Father shoves Renton on to the bed, then walks out past

Mother, who looks at Renton for a moment before closing

the door.

INT. OTHER SIDE OF RENTON'S BEDROOM DOOR - DAY

Renton's Father's hand slides three bolts across to lock

the door.

INT. RENTON'S BEDROOM - DAY

Renton lies on the bed.

RENTON (V.O.)

I don't feel the sickness yet, but

it's in the post, that's for sure.

I'm in the junky limbo at the

moment, too ill to sleep, too tired

to stay awake, but the sickness is

on its way. Sweat, chills, nausea,

pain and craving. Need like nothing

else I have ever known will soon

take hold of me. It's on the way.

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