Trainspotting Page #8

TOMMY:

Where did she come up with that?

SPUD:

She read it in Cosmopolitan.

TOMMY:

Six weeks and no sex?

SPUD:

I've got balls like watermelons,

I'm telling you.

INT. NIGHTCLUB, WOMEN'S TOILET - NIGHT

Gail and Lizzy are smoking and talking.

GAIL:

I read it in Cosmopolitan.

LIZZY:

It's an interesting theory.

GAIL:

Actually it's a nightmare. I've

been desperate for a shag, but

watching him suffer was just too

much fun. You should try it with

Tommy.

LIZZY:

What, and deny myself the only

pleasure I get from him? Did I

tell you about my birthday?

GAIL:

What happened?

LIZZY:

He forgot. Useless motherf***er.

INT. NIGHTCLUB. DANCE AREA - NIGHT

Tommy and Spud seated as before. Their words are subtitled.

As they are speaking Gail and Lizzy return and sit down.

TOMMY:

Useless motherf***er, that's what

she called me. I told her, I'm

sorry, but theses things happen.

Let's put it behind us.

SPUD:

That's fair enough.

TOMMY:

Yes, but then she finds out I've

bought a ticket for Iggy Pop the

same night.

SPUD:

Went ballistic?

TOMMY:

Big time. Absolutely f***ing radge.

'It's me or Iggy Pop, time to

decide.'

SPUD:

So what's it going to be?

TOMMY:

Well, I've paid for the ticket.

GAIL AND LIZZY:

What are you two talking about?

TOMMY AND SPUID:

Football. What were you talking

about?

GAIL AND LIZZY:

Shopping Standing nearby but apart

from them is Renton.

Renton notes Spud and Tommy with their partners, and across

the other side Sick Boy and Begbie are engaged in

flirtatious conversation with Two Women.

RENTON (V.O.)

The situation was becoming serious.

Young Renton noticed the haste

with which the successful, in the

sexual sphere as in all others,

segregated themselves from the

failures.

Begbie and Sick Boy with the Two Women.

Renton standing among a group of lone nerds.

Renton wades on to the dance floor, looking at countless

women, all whom either turn away or are spoken for.

RENTON (V.O.)

Heroin had robbed Renton of his

sex drive, but now it returned

with a vengeance. And as the

impotence of those days faded into

memory, grim desperation took hold

in his sex-crazed mind. His post-

junk libido, fuelled by alcohol

and amphetamine, taunted him

remorselessly with his own

unsatisfied desire dot.

Renton notices one girl (Diane) walking on her own towards

the door.

A Man carrying two drinks catches up with her and walks

backwards, talking to her.

She says nothing. He blocks her way.

She takes one drink and downs it, then the other, handing

him back the empty glasses. She steps past him and walks

on towards the door.

RENTON (V.O.)

And with that, Mark Renton had

fallen in love.

EXT. STREET - NIGHT

The Girl walks away from the club, scanning the street for

a taxi, and hail one which stops just as Renton calls out.

RENTON:

Excuse me, I don't mean to harass

you, but I was very impressed by

the capable and stylish manner in

which you dealt with that situation.

I thought to myself: she's special.

DIANE:

Thanks.

RENTON:

What's your name?

DIANE:

Diane.

RENTON:

Where are you going, Diane?

DIANE:

I'm going home.

RENTON:

Where's that?

DIANE:

It's where I live.

RENTON:

Great.

DIANE:

What?

RENTON:

I'll come back if you like, but

I'm not promising anything.

Diane halts abruptly as a taxi pulls up.

DIANE:

Do you find that this approach

usually works, or, let me guess,

you've never tried it before. In

fact, you don't normally approach

girls, am I right? The truth is

that you're a quite, sensitive

type but if I'm prepared to take a

chance I might just get to know

the inner you:
witty, adventurous,

passionate, loving, loyal, a little

bit crazy, a little bit bad, but,

hey, don't us girls just love that?

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