Trainspotting Page #6

WOMAN:

Mr. Murphy, {leaving your friend

aside,} do you see yourself as

having any weaknesses?

SPUD:

No. Well, yes. I have to admit it:

I'm a perfectionist. For me, it's

the best or nothing at all. If

things go badly, I can't be

bothered, but I have a good feeling

about this interview. Seems to me

like it's gone pretty well. We've

touched on a lot of subjects, a

lot of things to think about, for

all of us.

MAN 1

Thank you, Mr. Murphy. We'll let

you know.

SPUD:

The pleasure was mine. Best

interview I've ever been to. Thanks.

Spud crosses the room to shake everyone by the hand and

kiss them.

RENTON (V.O.)

Spud had done well. I was proud of

him. He f***ed up good and proper.

INT. PUB 1 - DAY

Renton and Spud meet up after the interviews.

SPUD:

A little too well, if anything, a

little too well, that's my only

fear, compadre.

RENTON:

Another dab?

SPUD:

Would not say no, would not say

no.

INT. OFFICE - DAY

The Woman and Two Men sit in silence.

INT. PUB 2 - NIGHT

It is Saturday night in a busy, city-centre pub on two

levels. On a large upper balcony, overlooking the bar and

floor downstairs, sit Spud, Gail, Renton, Sick Boy, Tommy,

Lizzy and Begbie.

Begbie's story overlaps with the subsequent depiction of

the incident.

BEGBIE (V.O.)

Picture the scene. Wednesday morning

in the Volley. Me and Tommy are

playing pool. No problems, and I'm

playing like Paul f***ing Newman

by the way. I'm giving the boy

here the tanning of a lifetime. So

anyway, it comes to the final ball,

the deciding shot of the tournament:

I'm on the black and he's sitting

in the corner, looking all biscuit-

arsed. Then this hard c*nt comes

in. Obviously fancied himself.

Starts looking at me. Right f***ing

at me. Trying to put off, like,

just for kicks. Looking at me as

if to say, 'Come ahead, square

go.' Well, you know me, I'm no

looking for trouble but at the end

of the day I'm the c*nt with the

pool cue and I'm game for a swedge.

So I squared up, casual like. So

what does the hard c*nt do, or so-

called hard c*nt? Shites it. Puts

down his drink, turns around and

gets the f*** out of there. And

after that, the game was mine.

INT. POOL HALL - DAY

The events in the pool hall, as described by Begbie.

Begbie and Tommy are playing pool.

Begbie is playing like a wizard.

Tommy looks defeated.

Lining up for the final ball, Begbie is distracted by a

large Hard Man standing at the bar staring at him.

Begbie stands up and walks slowly towards the Hard Man.

They stand, eye to eye, for a moment.

Begbie swings the pool cue slowly into his palm.

The Hard Man turns and leaves.

Begbie drinks the Hard Man's pint, then pots the black

with a brilliant shot.

INT. PUB 2 - DAY

Begbie, his story complete, finishes his pint. The others

continue to stare at him, frozen as though expecting

something more. Begbie smiles and throws the pint over his

head.

Freeze-frame:
the glass in mid-air and Begbie's smiling

face.

RENTON (V.O.)

And that was it. That was Begbie's

story. Or at least that was Begbie's

version of the story. But a couple

of days later I got the truth from

Tommy. It was one of his major

weaknesses:
he never told lies,

never took drugs, and never cheated

on anyone.

INT. TOMMY'S FLAT. DAY

Renton's hand flicks through a long row of videos on the

floor while the sound of weights being lifted (by Tommy)

emanates from nearby.

Most of the videos are feature films or comedy shows, some

with titles written in Tommy's hand, but two catch Renton's

attention.

They are 100 Great Goals and Tommy and Lizzy Vol. 1, the

latter a handwritten title.

Renton looks from the video round to Tommy, who is engrossed

in lifting weights.

TOMMY:

Well, sure it was Wednesday morning,

we were in the Volley playing pool,

that much is true.

INT. POOL HALL - DAY

Tommy's account over a depiction of his version.

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