Trainspotting (1996) Edit

A fucking stroke. Just like that.

A joke's a fucking joke.

A little bit crazy, a little bit bad.

A lot of gear.

A loving man with a great lust for life.

A moment like that can touch you deep inside.

A seat carved from ebony, a cistern full of Chanel No. 5,

A walk!

Aah!

Aah! Fuck's sake!

Aah.

Aah.

About his unifying theory of life.

About human relationships

About some football team that never wins,

About two kilos, so he tells me.

Actually, it's a nightmare.

After all, I had work to do.

After all, this was Boomtown,

After all, we're not fucking stupid.

All I am trying to do, Mark, is to help you understand

All I need is one final hit

All right, move away, people.

All right.

All right.

All the fucking chemicals.

All walks of life.

Also a drug addict.

An embarrassment to the selfish,

And a flunky handing me pieces of raw silk toilet roll.

And a sweat on my back like a layer of frost.

And accuses him of putting him off by looking at him.

And after that, well, the game was mine.

And all of the things that don't matter

And all the fresh air in the world

And as I sat watching

And as the impotence of those days faded into memory,

And at the moment, it's nowhere near enough.

And bored housewives.

And death and all that shite, which is not to be ignored.

And dental insurance.

And dental insurance.

And despite what you may believe,

And do it all over again.

And don't make any noise.

And electrical tin openers.

And finally, Francis Begbie has been on television a lot,

And fulfilling life as a good citizen.

And get a girl, take her out, treat her right.

And got the police to break down the door.

And he can get the fire end in his puss anytime he wanted.

And he never cheated on anyone.

And he scores!

And I can't even walk the fucking streets, you go.

And I did what had to be done.

And I don't want any pot noodles, by the way.

And I've never felt so alone, never in all my puff.

And if that's not your fault, then I don't know what is.

And it all goes wrong, big time.

And it's fuck all to do with morality.

And it's going at £320 a week.

And just for a moment, it felt really great.

And just say no.

And maybe not kick my head in, right?

And no cunt leaves here till we find out what cunt did it.

And now I'm ready.

And now I've got 18 hours to go till my next shot

And now.

And other sorts of shit.

And Sick Boy. He'd have done the same to me

And so she did. I could understand that.

And Spud. Well, okay, I felt sorry for Spud.

And that Iggy Pop business

And that was it.

And that was that.

And the bag.

And the gear. Look.

And the reasons?

And then he has a stroke.

And there's the captain, Archie Gemmill,

And unreliable fuck ups in town.

And was here, he said, to mix business and pleasure,

And what about The Untouchables?

And why would I want to sell my passport?

And with that, Mark Renton had fallen in love.

And with the winnings, we went out to celebrate.

And with the winnings, we went out to celebrate.

And you're talking about a scag deal?

And your giro is fucking finished, right?

Any trouble in London, and he would dump us immediately.

Anybody else want to get in my fucking way?

Are you feeling better now?

Are you game for it?

Are you getting in or not, pal?

Are you her flatmates, like?

Are you serious?

Are you serious?

Are you serious?

Armed robbery? With a replica?

As he is wanted by the police

As if to say, Come ahead, square, go.

As you put it.

As you wish, sir.

As you wish.

At a very reasonable price, with the intention

At least that was Begbie's version of the story.

At or around this time,

At the box office.

At the end of the day, I'm the cunt with the pool cue,

Aye, that's me.

Aye, you fucking do.

Aye.

Aye.

Aye.

Aye.

Aye.

Aye.

Aye.

Baby Dawn, she wasn't mine.

Bad Boy!

Bad?

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Bastard!

Be halfway down the street with the money.

Beaut as the driven snow, that shit, Danny.

Beautiful, exotic, highly sexual,

Beautifully fucking illustrated.

Because it's illegal. That's why not.

Because no matter how much you stash or how much you steal,

Because shoplifting is theft, which is a crime,

Before the neighbors complained about the smell

Begbie didn't do drugs, either. He just did people.

Begbie didn't trust Spud.

Begbie settled in in no time at all.

Begbie was hard, but not so hard

Being perpetrated with three of the most useless

Better than sex, Rents.

Better than sex.

Better than sex.

Brilliant gold taps, virginal white marble,

But a couple of days later I got the truth from Tommy.

But Begbie is playing absolutely fucking gash.

But Begbie. I couldn't give a shit about him.

But by then we had another reason to go back.

But combined with a sly wit...

But finally I manage to set it up so all he has to do

But he never knew he'd gone full blown.

But he's a mate, you know, so what can you do?

But I just need one more score.

But I told him where to go.

But I was very impressed with the capable manner

But I've got good vibes about this interview thing today.

But if I'm prepared to take a chance,

But it does not excuse them.

But it doesn't last long, not like £16,000.

But it doesn't last long, not like £16,000.

But it hadn't really registered before.

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

But it's never enough.

But let's be clear about this.

But let's face it. I ripped them off.

But living like this, it's a full time business.

But mainly I didn't miss them at all.

But no way, no fucking way.

But not me. I'm negative.

But now it returned with a vengeance.

But only after me.

But that's gonna change.

But the good times couldn't last forever.

But the sickness is on its way.

But then again, try too hard...

But there comes a time

But there's really no need to take it out on us.

But this was not the normal run of things.

But under the circumstances, I'll settle for anywhere.

But watching him suffer was just too much fun.

But we have many things to remember him by.

But why would I want to do a thing like that?

But you try telling Begbie that.

But, hey, don't us girls just love that?

Buy some fucking beer. I'm out.

By the way, see when I get back.

Calm down!

Calm down. I'm only asking.

Calm down. You're not going to jail.

Can I borrow this?

Can you believe it?

Can you not go yourself?

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

Can't get a girl. No chance of a ride.

Casual sex.

Cat got your tongue?

CD4 is the right answer!

CD4.

Charlie Nicholas, David Niven, Malcolm McLaren, Elvis Presley.

Choice of sweaters, family Christmas,

Choose a career. Choose a family.

Choose a fucking big television.

Choose a starter home. Choose your friends.

Choose a three piece suite on hire purchase

Choose D.I.Y. and wondering who you are on a Sunday morning.

Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments.

Choose good health, low cholesterol,

Choose life.

Choose life. Choose a job.

Choose rotting away at the end of it,

Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players,

Choose your future. Choose life.

Christ.

Clear enough, Miss Moneypenny.

Clear?

Closer in that respect to Cary Grant.

Come alive, 35.

Come in and sit down.

Come on, Bad Boy!

Come on, Franco, move away. Aah!

Come on, man, I'm a fucking adult.

Come on, son! Come on, son!

Come on, wake up!

Come on!

Come on! Come on!

Cook us up a shot, Rents.

Cool down, Franco. The man says he's sorry.

Cool down, Franco. The man says he's sorry.

Cool. Whatever you say, man. Sorry.

Custom fucking designed for your needs.

Dear Mark...

Democratic decision to get back on heroin as soon as possible.

Depression. Boredom.

Despite the Academy Award?

Devoid of regret and remorse.

Dextromoramide, chlormethiazole.

Diane was right. The world is changing.

Diane.

Did I tell you about my birthday?

Did you tell him yet?

Do you find that this approach usually works?

Do you find that this approach usually works?

Do you see the beast?

Do you see yourself as having any weaknesses?

Do you understand?

Does a nice sideline

Doesn't it make you proud to be Scottish?

Don't know.

Don't know.

Don't worry, son. These things happen.

Don't!

Don't!

Don't!

Doncaster. 4:40.

Dot, dot, dot.

Dreaming about heroin and Ziggy Pop.

Even drugs are changing.

Even men and women are changing.

Every chance you've had, son, you've blown it.

Every time Begbie goes near the table, he fucks it up.

Every time I touch a ball, I seem to pot something.

Everything's going to be just fine.

Exactly.

Exactly. I'm not wanting that cat, she says.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Excuse me, I don't mean to harass you,

Failure on your part to live up to these reasonable expectations

First hint of that, they'll be on to the DHSS.

Flatmates?

Following the game at all?

Football!

For a vegetarian, Rents, you're a fucking evil shot.

For all the good they've done me,

For four fucking grand?

For fuck's sake!

For fuck's sake.

For it was the source of much of our gear.

For the first time in my adult life, I was almost content.

For the great scag deal that was going to make him rich.

For the long night that lies ahead.

For this you will need one room, which you will not leave.

For unhappiness and pain, and we took them all.

Francis Begbie.

Franks!

From time to time, even I have uttered the magic words.

Fuck it, we would have injected vitamin C

Fuck off!

Fuck off! Doss cunt!

Fuck off.

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fuck.

Fucked out of his eyeballs on smack or downers.

Fucked up brats that you've spawned to replace yourself.

Fucking boring after a while without the cards.

Fucking brand new, by the way.

Fucking hell.

Fucking horrible.

Fucking kill you.

Fucking listen to me, you piece of junkie shit.

Fucking rented, anyway.

Fucking right I am.

Fucking say something!

Fucking scandal.

Fucking...

Fully fitted in excellent decorative order.

Gail. Mr. Houston, Mrs. Houston.

Gemmill at his very best!

Generous but firm.

Georgie Best, for example, had it, lost it.

Get some good speed, no bicarb.

Get the fuck, right.

Get you a good price.

Gets home from the hospital and dies three weeks later.

Getting out much, Tommy?

Give me the gun.

Give me the gun.

Giving the boy here the tanning of a lifetime.

God.

Going straight and choosing life.

Goldfinger's better than Dr. No.

Gonna buy yourself a wee island in the sun?

Good chips.

Good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance,

Good morning, Spud. Sit down and have some breakfast.

Got a girl. Too much hassle.

Got any gear on you?

Got no money. Can't get drunk.

Great.

Grim desperation took a hold in his sex crazed mind.

H.I.V. binds to which receptor on the host lymphocyte?

Hard currency! That'll do nicely.

Have you got a passport?

Have you got it in your sights?

He came off junk at the same time.

He didn't need to negotiate.

He forgot. Useless motherfucker.

He forgot. Useless motherfucker.

He fucked up good and proper. You had to hand it to Spud.

He had more in the suitcase, but it was better than nothing.

He had to.

He has gone from us,

He insisted on telling me once again

He knows a lot about Sean Connery.

He never hurt anybody.

He never knew you could get toxoplasmosis from cat shit.

He never told lies, he never took drugs,

He picks on this specky wee gadgee at the bar

He starts getting these headaches,

He wanted to see Lizzy again.

He wants rid of this, right?

He was going down for 15 to 20.

He was going to chib him, I tell you.

He'd been dead for ages

He's a mate also. What can you do?

He's always been lacking in moral fiber.

He's gonna go. He's going all the way.

He's got a hangover so bad he can hardly hold the cue,

He's our son.

Heap it up on a spoon and dissolve it with bile,

Help!

Here I was surrounded by my family and my so called mates,

Here.

Here's two.

Heroin addiction may explain your actions,

Heroin had robbed Renton of his sex drive,

Heroin makes you constipated.

Hey, but I could handle

Hey, Rent Boy, no fucking smack.

Hey, Rent Boy, you bring me down a fucking smoke.

Hey, Rents.

Hey.

Hi.

His post junk libido, fueled by alcohol and amphetamine,

Hit.

Hit.

Ho ho ho ho!

Honestly, it's no problem.

Honor Blackman, A.K.A. Pussy Galore, right?

House! House!

How much gear?

How's that?

I am merely here. But obviously I'm here.

I appreciate what you're trying to do.

I bet Lizzy told him where to stick it.

I can find out for myself.

I can't believe you did that.

I chose not to choose life.

I chose something else.

I could offer a million answers, all false.

I decided to put them in the worst place in the world.

I don't feel the sickness yet,

I don't know, man.

I don't know.

I don't rate that at all.

I don't see why not.

I expect you to be a considerate and thoughtful lover.

I fantasize about massive pristine convenience.

I get all nervous. I can't answer the questions.

I got a good price for it.

I had a bit much to drink. I had a bit of an accident.

I had to get rid of them.

I haven't felt that good

I just put down Royal Edinburgh College to help get the job.

I just put down Royal Edinburgh College to help get the job.

I just want the money, Mark.

I knew he was gonna do that.

I knew what was going on in his mind.

I left something.

I mean everything was gonna be even worse than it already was.

I mean, heroin's got great fucking personality.

I mean, how can it be armed robbery with a fucking replica?

I mean, I wouldn't touch her with yours.

I mean, I'm not saying I was blameless myself.

I mean, let's face it, mate.

I met Spud, who sends his regards,

I met this bloke.

I might as well have stuck them up my arse.

I might have returned it by mistake.

I might just get to know the inner you.

I most certainly had nothing to do with it.

I must remember that one.

I need a hit.

I need one more fucking hit!

I need to visit the Mother Superior for one hit.

I promised myself another one before I got to London.

I quite enjoyed the sound of it all.

I read it in Cosmopolitan.

I realized that something important

I remember when you were a wee baby.

I said to her,

I settled in not too badly and kept myself to myself.

I shall not hesitate to impose a custodial sentence.

I sure have heard that one before.

I think Allison had been screaming all day,

I think he wants to go himself.

I thought you might, Franco.

I thought you might.

I took all three this morning,

I want a fucking hit!

I want to put across the general idea rather than the details.

I want to try it, Mark.

I want to watch ourselves while we're screwing.

I was thinking to myself, This girl's special.

I wished I could think of something to say,

I wished I'd gone down instead of Spud.

I would have had nothing to do with the cunt,

I wouldn't have bothered.

I wouldn't mind a bit, if it is.

I'd like to say it's been a pleasure haggling with you.

I'd rather take care of it myself.

I'd say, in those days, he was a muscular actor.

I'll be right fucking after you.

I'll come back with you, but I'm not promising anything.

I'll fucking kick it out.

I'll get the drinks.

I'll put the sheets in the machine.

I'll see you around then.

I'm a footballer, and I get nerves on the big occasion, man.

I'm a fucking adult. I can find out for myself.

I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on.

I'm cooking up.

I'm doing my best to lose, you know.

I'm expecting a rent check.

I'm fucking Lee Marvin.

I'm glad you've found a job and somewhere to live.

I'm going to be just like you.

I'm going to change.

I'm going to get it sorted out, get off it for good.

I'm gonna get something for my ma.

I'm in the junky limbo at the moment.

I'm looking forward to it already.

I'm no longer constipated.

I'm not a type of cunt that goes looking for bother.

I'm not pregnant, but thanks for asking.

I'm on the black, and he's in the corner,

I'm playing like Paul fucking Newman by the way.

I'm sorry about last night, by the way.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Murphy.

I'm sorry, Tommy.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean it.

I'm sorry. I do not have two grand.

I'm terribly sorry. I can't go to £ 19,000.

I've been desperate for a shag,

I've got a beautifully converted Victorian townhouse.

I've got no fucking cigarettes.

I've got the money.

I've seen your bank statement.

Ice cream, vanilla, one large tub of.

Ideal for your purposes.

Ideally located in a quiet road,

Ideas best kept to myself.

If everybody keeps their mouth shut,

If he got caught with a bagful of scag,

If he'd only thought of it first.

If only they'd made it illegal.

If you can't hold a pint, you shouldn't be in the pub.

If you don't see me again, I'll tell the police.

If you're gonna waste it on a bird,

Iggy Pop is not dead. He toured last year.

In a jeweler's in Corstorphine.

In a range of fucking fabrics.

In a state of full consciousness.

In a word, pleasure.

In an attempt to wean yourself away from heroin.

In connection with an armed robbery

In fact, you don't normally approach girls, am I right?

In point of fact, nothing was going to be just fine.

In punting British passports to foreigners.

In sentencing you to six months imprisonment,

In that case, you can do it.

In the sexual sphere, as in all others,

In which field, of course,

In which you dealt with that.

In your heart, you kind of know

Indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by,

Instead, he and Begbie hung around my bed sit

Into a program of rehabilitation

Is conditional on your continued cooperation with this program.

Is he guilty or not guilty?

Is that a promise, then?

Is that you have to endure cunts telling you...

Is there any chance of getting back together?

Is to pot the black to win one game

It could be six. Could be none.

It does a man good to cut loose once in a while.

It had been days since I heard anyone speak,

It looks easy, this, but it's not.

It looks like a doss, like a soft option.

It seemed he had no theory

It seems I really am the luckiest guy in the world.

It took about 12 hours.

It was awful.

It was just an idea.

It was my fucking telly!

It was obvious that cunt was going to fuck some cunt.

It was one of his major weaknesses.

It was that videotape

It was Wednesday morning.

It wasn't a big deal, just a minor betrayal.

It wasn't just the baby that died that day.

It wasn't my baby.

It's a mug's game, Mrs. Renton.

It's a shite state of affairs to be in, Tommy,

It's a sympathy vote.

It's a tightrope, Spud. It's a fucking tightrope.

It's a waste of your life, Mark,

It's all about aesthetics,

It's an interesting theory.

It's certainly a phenomenon in all walks of life.

It's fresh air.

It's good.

It's Iggy Pop.

It's just a pity no one told Begbie.

It's just a question of who you fancy.

It's like an abscess in your brain.

It's me.

It's no problem for me.

It's not important.

It's official.

It's on its way.

It's the great outdoors!

It's up to you.

It's up to you.

Jesus Christ!

Jesus!

Junk food, children, walks in the park,

Just bring me one more hit.

Just say no.

Just stand back and watch and try not to get involved.

Just the one like. For old time's sake.

Just to annoy me.

Just to piss Begbie off.

Just to show me how easily he could do it,

Keep on going, getting up, going out, robbing,

Let's face it. It could have been wonderful.

Like heroin.

Like it meant something.

Like some coffee?

Like we were in it together, like friends.

Like, if things get a bit dodgy, I cannot be bothered.

Like, my pleasure in other people's leisure.

Lizzy's gone, Mark.

Loads of contacts.

Look, could you help me out?

Look, every cunt knows you've been saving up down in London.

Look, I'm not a fucking bufty.

Look, Tommy, we know you're getting a hard time off Lizzy,

Looking all fucking biscuit arsed,

Looking at me, right fucking at me,

Looking for things to steal.

Lots of storage space, and all mod cons.

Lots of tricks, 66.

Lou Reed? Some of his solo stuff's not bad.

Magnesia, milk of, one bottle.

Mark.

Mark.

Mark.

Maybe Allison knew. Maybe not.

Maybe I should go back to the clinic.

Me and Tommy playing pool.

Mikey Forrester? Russian sailors?

Mikey. Hi. Yeah, it's Mark Renton.

Mineral water, Lucozade, pornography.

Mmm. Ohh.

More of a friend of a friend, no?

Morning.

Mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage,

Mr. Murphy, do you mean that you lied on your application?

Mr. Murphy, what exactly attracts you

Mr. Murphy, you are a habitual thief,

Mr. Renton, I understand that you have entered

Multiply it by 1,000 and you're still nowhere near it.

Mushroom soup, 8 tins of for consumption cold.

Music is changing. Drugs are changing.

My only worry is it will not be long before we meet again.

My so called mates.

Nalbuphine, pethidine, pentazocine, buprenorphine,

Near to the local shops and transport.

Need like nothing else I've ever known

Neither did I. What is it?

Never again, Swanney. I'm off the scag.

Never mind pot a ball.

Nightmare.

No argument. You can sleep on the sofa in the hall or go home.

No bother, none at all.

No bother.

No clinics, no methadone.

No fucking way.

No matter how often you go out and rob and fuck people over,

No one has seen Tommy for ages.

No one told me when we bought the scag,

No way would I poison my body with that shite.

No, I appreciate it, Tommy.

No, I don't think so.

No, I'm clean, man.

No, it's not bad, but it's not great either, is it?

No, man! True love.

No, no, no, I'll wash them.

No, stick it on my tab.

No, thank you. I'll proceed directly

No, toxoplasmosis.

No!

No!

No!

No! Get off!

No! God, no!

No! No!

No.

No.

No.

Nobody move!

Nor did I.

Not because he wanted to.

Not by decision.

Not for me, anyway.

Not holding hands.

Not much.

Not sorry enough for being a fat cunt.

Nothing could have been further from the truth.

Now get the drinks.

Now I'm ready.

Now what?

Now, I've justified this to myself in all sorts of ways.

Now?

Obviously fucking fancied himself, like.

Of course I'd have another shot.

Of methadone a day instead of smack.

Of punting it on myself to a guy I know in London.

Oh, fuck's sake.

Oh, fucking nice one, Franco!

Oh, God, Tommy, I feel sick.

Oh, it's really fucking good.

Oh, Lizzy!

Oh, Lizzy!

Oh, mama's little baby loves.

Oh, my God, no! Please, no!

Oh, my God!

Oh, my son, I thought I was gonna lose you there.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, Tom, come in me!

Oh, Tom! Oh, my God!

Oh, well, in that case.

Oh, well, we wouldn't run out on a mate, eh?

Oh, what a magnificent goal!

Oh, yes, 'cause I'm a bit of a perfectionist, actually.

Oh, yes, it's a beautifully converted Victorian townhouse.

Oh! Oh, no! Oh, no!

Ohh!

Ohh!

Ohh! Oh!

Ohh.

Okay.

Okay.

Okay.

Old age pensioners, AIDS patients, epileptics,

On account of the length of his habit.

On an otherwise uninterrupted downward trajectory.

On the contrary, everything was going to be bad.

On top of that armed robbery shit,

On you go.

Once the pain goes away, the real battle starts.

One bottle of Valium, which I procured from my mother,

One bucket for urine, one for feces, and one for vomitus.

One fucking hit to get us over this long, hard day.

One mattress.

One palm tree, a couple of rocks, and a sewage outflow.

One television.

One way or another.

Open up. Open up now!

Open your eyes! Wake up!

Opium suppositories.

Or at least I think that's what he said.

Or David Bowie, or Lou Reed.

Or traded drugs with cancer victims, alcoholics,

Or we'd outgrown each other. You know, that sort of thing.

Or, let me guess, you've never tried it before.

Otherwise we wouldn't do it.

Our only response was to keep on going and fuck everything.

Ow!

Paracetamol, mouthwash, vitamins,

Pardon me, may I use your bathroom?

Pathetic trash that was ever shat into civilization.

People get hung up on details.

People think it's all about misery and desperation

Perhaps sir would like me to call for a taxi?

Personality.

Personality. I mean, that's what counts, right?

Picking it up from the outside.

Picture the scene.

Pile misery upon misery,

Pissing and shitting all over the place.

Pissing your last in a miserable home.

Poisoning your body with that shite.

Pop into bookie's and put a line on for us.

Profit, loss, margins, takeovers, lending, letting,

Propelling ourselves with longing

Pushed forward again.

Puts down his drink, turns, and gets the fuck out of there.

Question number one.

Question number two.

Realizes what he's done, gets very fucking nervous.

Really, no!

Regret to inform, sir,

Relinquishing junk, stage one. Preparation.