Trainspotting Page #4

EXT. PARK - DAY

Typical weather, neither good nor bad. The park is

nondescript arid green with a few bushes. This is not Kew

Gardens. Renton and Sick Boy appear, dressed as before but

for the addition of cheap sunglasses.

Renton is carrying a battered old cassette player and a

carry-out in a plastic bag.

Sick Boy is carrying a small, tatty suitcase from Oxfam.

They scan the horizon and give each other the nod. They

walk towards the bushes.

RENTON (V.O.)

The down side of coming off junk

was that I knew I would need to

mix with my friends again in a

state of full consciousness. It

was awful:
they reminded me so

much of myself I could hardly bear

to look at them. Take Sick Boy,

for instance, he came off junk at

the same time as me, not because

he wanted too, you understand, but

just to annoy me, just to show me

how easily he could do it, thereby

downgrading my own struggle. Sneaky

f***er, don't you think? And when

all I wanted to do was lie along

and feel sorry for myself, he

insisted on telling me once again

about his unifying theory of life.

EXT. PARK - DAY

Seen through the telescopic sight of an air rifle that

wanders over various potential targets (children,

pensioners, couples, gardeners, etc.).

SICK BOY:

It's certainly a phenomenon in all

walks of life.

RENTON:

What do you mean?

SICK BOY:

Well, at one time, you've got it,

and then you lose it, and it's

gone for ever. All walks of life:

George Best, for example, had it

and lost it, or David Bowie, or

Lou Reed -

RENTON:

Some of his solo stuff's not bad.

SICK BOY:

No, it's not bad, but it's not

great either, is it? And in your

heart you kind of know that although

it sounds all right, it's actually

just shite.

RENTON:

So who else?

SICK BOY:

Charlie Nicholas, David Niven,

Malcolm McLaren, Elvis Presley. -

RENTON:

OK, OK, so what's the point you're

trying to make?

EXT. PARK - DAY

Sick Boy rests the gun down.

SICK BOY:

All I'm trying to do is help you

understand that The Name of the

Rose is merely a blip on an

otherwise uninterrupted downward

trajectory.

RENTON:

What about The Untouchables?

SICK BOY:

I don't rate that at all.

RENTON:

Despite the Academy award?

SICK BOY:

That means f*** all. The sympathy

vote.

RENTON:

Right. So we all get old and then

we can't hack it any more. Is that

it?

SICK BOY:

Yeah.

RENTON:

That's your theory?

SICK BOY:

Yeah, Beautifully f***ing

illustrated.

RENTON:

Give me the gun.

EXT. PARK - DAY

THROUGH THE SIGHT AGAIN. THIS TIME A SKINHEAD AND HIS

MUSCLE-BOUND DOG ARE IN VIEW

Sick Boy and Renton talk like Sean Connery.

SICK BOY:

Do you see the beast? Have you got

it in you sights?

RENTON:

Clear enough, Moneypenny. This

should present no significant

problem.

The gun fires and the dog yelps, jumps up and bites its

owner (the Skinhead).

SICK BOY:

For a vegetarian, Rents, you're a

f***ing evil shot.

EXT. PARK - DAY

Renton loads up again.

RENTON (V.O.)

Without heroin, I attempted to

lead a useful and fulfilling life

as a good citizen.

INT. CAFÉ - DAY

Two milk-shakes clink together.

Renton and Spud and seated at a booth, dressed in their

own fashion for job interviews.

RENTON:

Good luck, Spud.

SPUD:

Cheers.

RENTON:

Now remember --

SPUD:

Yeah.

RENTON:

If they think you're not trying,

you're in trouble. First hint of

that, they'll be on to the DSS,

'This c*nt's no trying' and your

Giro is f***ing finished, right?

SPUD:

Right.

RENTON:

But try too hard --

SPUD:

And you might get the f***ing job.

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