T2 Trainspotting

I'm afraid it's a no, Frank.

Well, well, well.

That's a body blow, I can tell you.

I am sorry.

A blow.

No two ways about that.

Five more years, eh?

What do they think I am?

They think I'm like one of those cunts in the Bible that live forever?

Is that what they think?

- I'm not sure. They make an assessment. - I've written letters, you know.

Letters to every cunt. Even wrote to the Queen.

- You've written to the Queen? - Aye.

Never got back to us, like.

Too fucking busy to speak to the working classes.

Different story when she needs a soldier.

"Step this way, Mr Begbie." "Sign here, Mr Begbie."

I didn't know you'd served in the army.

I haven't. How could I?

I've been in the fucking jail for 20 years.

- You not fucking notice? - Of course, of course.

Diminished responsibility.

If that cunt in the original trial had put on

a proper defence of diminished responsibility,

I could've walked out that door a free man.

I think, for you, that the best policy...

Did you mention it?

The diminished responsibility. Did you mention it?

- At the hearing? - Aye. Did you?

- I felt it was more constructive... - Didn't fucking mention it.

I cannot believe it.

What was the last fucking thing I told you?

Mind and mention the diminished responsibility,

you fucking dumb cunt!

I think it would be better if we brought this meeting to a close,

and you and I get together

once you've had time to reflect upon the situation.

So you gonna press that little yellow button or no?

Cunt!

Daylight saving.

Me, I'm no one way or another when it comes to daylight.

Like, neither a saver nor a spender. More like just agnostic, you know?

Unfortunately, daylight hasn't shown the same ambivalence towards me.

I had a job... Construction.

Labouring, a bit of carpentry, a bit of plumbing now and again.

I mean, it wasn't my first choice of vocation,

but the cuts at the benefit office made it clear.

No coal, no dole.

So, I'm off the skag.

I'm seeing Gail, little Fergus, though he's not so little any more,

but this was back then.

Basically, I'm holding it together.

Then, one morning, I gets to work and gets fired for being an hour late.

And then, one hour late at the DSS to explain why I lost the job.

And an hour late to appeal against losing my benefits.

And an hour late for my work-focused interview.

An hour late for my supervised visit with little Fergus.

And late again to social services to explain why.

Eventually, I let on to it. It was the clocks.

Going forward one hour.

British Summer Time, they calls it.

It wasn't even warm.

I was still wearing a jumper.

"Happens every year, Mr Murphy."

How was I supposed to know? I've been on skag for 15 years.

You know how it is... Daylight isn't exactly high on your agenda when you got a habit.

It's for farmers and that. Dudes who need to tend to the livestock.

It's not for junkies who need to score.

So that was me. No job, no money.

No access to the little fella.

And then you went back on the heroin.

My best friend.

Actually, only friend who's never left us.

What is this?

- This is for you. - What?

It's a recording.

A keepsake so the memory need never fade.

- Who are you? - I'm your blackmailer.

And your salvation.

You cooperate with me, no one will ever see this video.

Now, my research suggests that,

as deputy headmaster of one of Edinburgh's leading private schools,

you earn, near enough, £70,000 per annum.

It's not in my interest to squeeze you too hard,

and it's not in your interest to provoke me.

So let's meet in the middle.

10% of your salary per annum. Paid monthly on a rolling, indefinite basis.

You disgusting shit! I will not stand for this!

Naturally, you'll have to lie to your wife.

If you need inspiration, just imagine her reaction to that.

Or how this might interest the pupils of that leading private school.

I think they might enjoy the interlude with the strap-on.

I know I did.

I'm gonna text you the details of a bank account.

I expect to see a £1,000 payment in there by the end of the week.

Hi!

- Welcome to Edinburgh. - Welcome to Edinburgh.

Welcome to Edinburgh.

Hi. Welcome to Edinburgh.

- Welcome to Edinburgh. - Hi. Welcome to Edinburgh.

- Excuse me. - Yes?

Where are you from?

- Slovenia. - Oh.

Franco?

Franco.

Come on in.

All right?

- You ready? - Aye.

You got it?

I hope you've not been fucking drinking.

- No, no way, Franco, man. - Right.

Once here. Once here. Not too deep.

Just two little jabs. Bit of blood.

- No damage. All right? - Right. No bother, Franco.

All right. All right, do it.

- Are you sure? - Just fucking do it.

You fucking prick!

- You've stabbed us in the liver. - Shit. Sorry, Franco.

Shit. You still want me to do the second one?

No, no, you're all right, Dozo, son. I think you've done quite enough already.

Shit.

Fuck.

Grease me up.

Give it tight, though.

Slap it. Slap it.

Shit!

Hey! Hey! Don't fucking touch her!

Don't you fucking touch her.

You in this with her, are you?

You fuck! Fuck off!

I see you again, cunt, you fucking die.

Fuck off!

- Where were you? - I was just next door.

You took a long time.

We should get a new clock. This thing looks too obvious.

- I'm not doing this again. - We'll take a break from it.

- Okay? - No, Simon.

I said I'm not doing this.

I feel sick.

Well, calm down, okay?

Worked the first time okay, didn't it?

- I'm going back to work for Doyle. - Doyle?

No, no, no, you're not doing that. Not in the sauna.

- Why not? - Doyle's a gangster.

In the sauna, no man would dare to hurt a woman.

Mr Doyle won't let that happen.

I don't like to think of you working there, okay?

Why not? Because I fuck men?

How is this better?

I could have been killed and you would have done nothing

because you were sitting next door, taking cocaine.

Please, I want to go home.

It was very peaceful at the end.

She kept your room exactly how you left it.

She always hoped you'd come back someday.

"Gail.

"I wish that I could find better words today to tell you I'm sorry.

"You shouldn't have to read this, because I already made you suffer too much.

"But I know that you and Fergus

"are living in a better world without all my chaos.

"I'm sorry for all the things I destroyed.

"You are so beautiful.

"The most beautiful in the world.

"And I only ever made this world ugly.

"Fergus needs things to be simpler.

"I know how embarrassed he is about me.

"I could not be the man that you both need.

"I've tried and tried and tried for 20 years,

and everything I try is another disaster.

"I love you.

"I love Fergus more than anything.

"But I'm finished, Gail.

"I'm sorry.

"Love you both.

"I want to see you both smile again.

"Danny boy."

Fuck.

Spud!

Spud.

Spud!

Spud.

Fucking hell!

Fuck!

Fuck!

Fuck.

You!

- You, you bastard! - What?

What the fuck are you doing to me?

I was just fucking saving your life!

Save my life?

You ruined my fucking life, Mark. You ruined it!

Now you're ruining my fucking death, too!

Thanks a lot, amigo.

Fucking shit! I did what I could for you!

I gave you £4,000!

What did you think I was gonna do with £4,000, Mark?

I was a fucking junkie!

Aye, suppose you were.

I still am!

Fuck's sake.