Trainspotting Page #7

TOMMY (V.O.)

But Begbie is playing absolutely

f***ing gash. He's got a hangover

so bad he can hardly hold the

f***ing cue, never mind pot the

ball. I'm doing my best to lose,

trying to humour him, like, but

it's not doing any good: every

time I touch the ball I pot

something, every time Begbie goes

near the table he fucks it up. So

he's got the hump, right, but

finally I manage to set it up so

all he's go to do is pot the black

to win one game and salvage a little

pride and maybe not kick my head

in, right. So he's on the black,

pressure shot, and it all goes

wrong, big time. What does he do?

Picks on this specky wee gadge at

the bar and accuses him of putting

him off by looking at him. Can you

believe it? I mean, the poor c*nt

hasn't even glanced in our

direction. He's sitting there quiet

as a mouse when Beggars gubs him

with the cue. He was going to chib

him, I tell you, then I thought he

was going to do me. The Beggar is

f***ing psycho, but he's a mate,

you know, so what can you do?

THE EVENTS ARE AS FOLLOWS:

Begbie and Tommy are playing pool.

Begbie, furious, miscues, goes in off, etc.

Tommy deliberately misses sitters and tries to look annoyed.

Begbie lines up to play the black. It is unmissable.

At the bar beyond sits a harmless young Man, wearing the

same clothes as the Hard Man in Begbie's account except

that they are now baggy rather than taut. He is clearly

not staring at Begbie but drinks a half-pint and eats some

crisps.

As Begbie plays, the Man bites a crisp.

Begbie miscues, rips the cloth and the ball flies off the

table.

Tommy catches it and looks up to see Begbie assaulting the

young Man.

Tommy cautiously restrains Begbie and he reaches into his

jacket for a knife.

Begbie turns and for a moment looks as though he might

attack Tommy.

INT. TOMMY'S FLAT. DAY

Tommy puts down his weights.

Renton holds up 100 Great Goals.

RENTON:

Can I borrow this one?

INT. PUB 2 - NIGHT

The freeze-frame of the glass in mid-air and Begbie's

smiling face.

RENTON (V.O.)

Yeah, the guy's a psycho, but it's

true, he's a mate as well, so what

can you do? Just stand back and

watch and try not to get involved.

Begbie didn't do drugs either, he

just did people. That what he got

off on:
his own sensory addiction.

The glass falls into the crowd.

Screaming starts. A Woman is bleeding from a wound in her

head. The Men beside her turn furiously around to look for

the source of the glass.

Up on the balcony, Begbie stands up. The screams and

shouting continue below.

Begbie appears at the bottom of the staircase down from

the balcony.

He strides towards the bleeding Woman and begins shouting.

BEGBIE:

All right. Nobody move. The girl

got glassed and no c*nt leaves

here until we find out which c*nt

did it.

A man stands up from one of the tables.

MAN:

And who the f*** do you think you

are?

Begbie kick the Man in the groin. Another moves towards

him but is blocked by the Men surrounding the girl. Soon

the whole mass dissolves into a brutal scrum, in which

Begbie plays a prominent part.

Up on the balcony, the rest of the gang watch in silence.

INT. RENTON'S FLAT - DAY

The empty cover for 100 Great Goals lies on the floor.

Sick Boy and Renton sit dispassionately watching Tommy and

Lizzy in their home-made soft-porn video.

RENTON (V.O.)

And as I sat watching the intimate

and highly personal video, stolen

only hours earlier from one of my

best friends, I realized that

something important was missing

from my life.

INT. CLUB - NIGHT

A mass of dancing bodies fills the floor. The music is

very loud.

At the side of the dance floor sit Tommy and Spud. The

look rather gloomy. There is an empty seat beside each of

them. Spud is drinking heavily.

Tommy turns and speaks to Spud. His lips move but nothing

is audible. Spud is not ever aware that Tommy has spoken.

Tommy bellows in Spud's ear.

Tommy's words and all subsequent conversation in the dance

area of the club appear as subtitles, the character's

communications somewhere between speech and mime.

TOMMY:

How's it going with Gail?

SPUD:

No joy yet.

TOMMY:

How long is it?

SPUD:

Six weeks.

TOMMY:

Six weeks!

SPUD:

It's a nightmare. She told me she

didn't want our relationship to

start on a physical basis as that

is how it would be principally

defined from then on in.

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