| STREET. DAY
Legs run along the pavement. They are Mark Renton's. RENTON (voice-over): Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a ----ing big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers. Suddenly, as Renton crosses a road, a car skids to a halt, inches
from him. SWANNEY'S FLAT ROOM. DAY In a bare, dingy room, Renton lies on the floor, alone, motionless, and drugged. RENTON (voice-over): Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed-interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. FOOTBALL PITCH. NIGHT On a floodlit five-a-side pitch, Renton and his friends are taking
on another team at football. RENTON (voice-over): Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three piece suit on hire purchase in a range of ----ing fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the ---- you are on a Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing ----ing junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pishing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarassment to the selfish, ----ed-up brats you have spawned to replace yourself. Choose your future. Choose life. Renton is hit straight in the face by the ball. He falls back on the Astroturf. RENTON (voice-over): But why would I want to do a thing like that? SWANNEY'S FLAT. DAY Renton lies on the floor. Swanney, Allison and Baby, Sick Boy, and Spud are shooting up or preparing to shoot up. Sick Boy is talking to Allison as he taps up a vein on her arm. RENTON (voice-over): I chose not to choose life. I chose something else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin? SICK BOY: Goldfinger's better than Dr. No. Both of them are a lot better than Diamonds Are Forever, a judgment reflected in its relative poor showing at the box office, in which field, of course, Thunderball was a notable success. Spud kisses Sick Boy on the mouth. Sick Boy is revulsed. SICK BOY: ---- off! Doss ----! RENTON (voice-over): People think it's all about misery and desperation and death and all that -----, which is not to be ignored, but what they forget is the pleasure of it. Otherwise, we wouldn't do it. After all, we're not ----ing stupid. At least, we're not that ----ing stupid. Sick Boy injects Allison. ALLISON: That beats any meat injection. That beats any ----ing ---- in the world. RENTON (voice-over): Take the best orgasm you've ever had, multiply it by a thousand, and you're still nowhere near it. When you're on junk you have only one worry: scoring. When you're off it, you're suddenly obliged to worry about all sorts of other -----. Got no money, can't get pished. Got money, drinking too much. Can't get a bird, no chance of a ride. Got a bird, too much hassle. You have to worry about bills, about food, about some football team that never ----ing wins, about human relationships and all the things that don't really matter when you've got a sincere and truthful junk habit. SICK BOY: I would say, in those days, he was a muscular actor, in every sense, with all the presence of someone like Cooper or Lancaster, combined with a sly wit to make him a formidable romantic lead, closer in that respect to Cary Grant. Swanney injects Sick Boy. RENTON (voice-over): The only drawback, or at least the principal drawback, is that you have to endure all manner of ----s telling you that-- PUB #1. NIGHT Begbie, smoking and drinking, shoots pool. BEGBIE: No way would I poison my body with that -----, all they ----ing chemicals, no ----ing way. Tommy sits with his arm around Lizzy. TOMMY: It's a waste of your life, Rents, poisoning your body with that -----. RENTON FAMILY HOME, LIVING ROOM. NIGHT Renton's father and mother sit at the table, eating. Renton is seated but not eating. FATHER: Every chance you've had, you've blown it, stuffing your veins with that filth. SWANNEY'S FLAT, DAY Sick Boy and Spud lie drugged up. Allison and Baby wait while Swanney cooks up. Renton stands up. RENTON (voice-over): From time to time even I have uttered the magic words. RENTON: No more, Swanney, I'm off the skag. SWANNEY: Are you serious? RENTON: Yeah, no more. I'm finished with that -----. SWANNEY: Well, it's up to you. RENTON: I'm going to get it right this time. Going to get it set up and get off it for good. SWANNEY: Sure, sure, I've heard it before. RENTON: The Sick Boy method. They both look at Sick Boy. SWANNEY: Yeah, well it certainly worked for him. RENTON: He's always been lacking in moral fibre. SWANNEY: He knows a lot about Sean Connery. RENTON: That's hardly a substitute. SWANNEY: You'll need one more hit. RENTON: No, I don't think so. SWANNEY: For the long night that lies ahead. RENTON (voice-over): We called him Mother Superior on account of the length of his habit. He knows all about it. On it, off it, he knew it all. Of course I'd have another shot. After all, I had work to do. RENTON'S FLAT ROOM. DAY The door opens and Renton enters carrying shopping bags. He empties them on to a mattress beside three buckets and a television. RENTON (voice-over): Relinquishing junk, Stage One: Preparation. For this you will need: one room which you will not leave; one mattress; tomato soup, ten tins of; mushroom soup, eight tins of, for consumption cold; ice cream, vanilla, one large tub of; Magnesia, milk of, one bottle; paracetemol; mouthwash; vitamins; mineral water; Lucozade; pornography; one bucket for urine, one for feces, and one for vomitus; one television; and one bottle of Valium, which I have already procured from my mother, who is, in her own domestic and socially acceptable way, also a drug addict. Renton swallows several Valium tablets. The voice over continues. (voice-over): And now I'm ready. All I need is a final hit to soothe the pain while the Valium takes effect. CALL BOX. DAY RENTON: Mikey. It's Mark Renton. Can you help me out? MIKEY'S FLAT. DAY Renton holds two opium suppositories in the palm of his hand. RENTON (voice-over): This was typical of Mikey Forrester. (on-screen): What the ---- are these? (voice-over): Under the normal run of things, I would have had nothing to do with the ----, but this was not the normal run of things. MIKEY: Opium suppositories. Ideal for your purposes. Slow release, like. Bring you down gradually. Custom ----ing designed for your needs. RENTON: I want a ----ing hit. MIKEY: That's all I've got, take it or leave it. Renton sticks his hand down the back of his jeans and insets the suppositories into his rectum. MIKEY: Feel better now? RENTON: For all the good they've done me, I might as well have stuck them up my arse. He smirks. STREET. DAY RENTON (voice-over): Heroin makes you constipated. The heroin from my last hit was wearing off and the suppositories have yet to melt. He doubles over in discomfort. (voice-over): I am no longer constipated. BETTING SHOP. DAY Renton walks through the crowded, smoky betting shop towards a door marked 'toilet' with a bit of card. RENTON (voice-over): I dream of massive, pristine convenience. Brilliant gold taps, virginal white marble, a seat carved from ebony, a cistern full of Chanel No. 5, and a flunky handing me pieces of raw silk toilet roll. But under the circumstances I'll settle for anywhere. As the door to the toilet swings closed, words appear on the screen around the handwritten sign to complete a message: THE WORST Toilet IN SCOTLAND HORRIBLE TOILET. DAY Alone and obviously in discomfort, Renton makes his way through the incredibly dirty room to the cubicle. CUBICLE. DAY Renton locks the door. He looks into the bowl and gags. He pulls the chain. The chain comes off. RENTON: ----! He doubles over again. He drops his trousers, sits on the bowl
and closes his eyes as he sheds his load. UNDERWATER. DAY Renton, dressed as before, swims through murky depths until he reaches the bottom, where he picks up the suppositories, glowing like luminous pearls. As soon as he has them in hand, he says something underwater, barely comprehensible, before heading towards the surface again. CUBICLE. DAY The toilet is empty. RENTON'S ROOM. DAY The mattress, buckets, and supplies are laid out as before. RENTON (voice-over): Now. Now I'm ready. PARK. DAY Typical weather, neither good nor bad. The park is nondescript
and green with a few bushes. This is not Kew Gardens. Renton and
Sick Boy appear, wearing cheap sunglasses. RENTON (voice-over): The downside of coming off junk was that I knew I would need to mix with my friends again in a state of full consciousness. It was awful, they reminded me so much of myself I could hardly bear to look at them. Take Sick Boy, for instance, he came off junk at the same time as me, not because he wanted to, but just to annoy me, just to show me how easily he could do it, thereby downgrading my own struggle. Sneaky ----er, don't you think? And when all I wanted to do was lie alone and feel sorry for myself, he insisted on telling me once again about his unifying theory of life. PARK. DAY View is seen through the telescopic sight of an air rifle that wanders over various potential targets (children, pensioners, couples, gardeners, etc.) SICK BOY: It's certainly a phenomenon in all walks of life. RENTON: What do you mean? SICK BOY: Well, at one time, you've got it, and then you lose it, and it's gone forever. All walks of life: George Best, for example. Had it, lost it. Or David Bowie or Lou Reed... RENTON: Some of his solo stuff's not bad. SICK BOY: No, it's not bad, but it's not great either. And in your heart you kind of know that although it sounds all right, it's actually just -----. RENTON: So who else? SICK BOY: Charlie Nicholas, David Niven, Malcolm McLaren, Elvis Presley... RENTON: OK, OK, so what's the point you're trying to make? Sick Boy rests the gun down. SICK BOY: All I'm trying to do is help you understand that The Name of The Rose is merely a blip on an otherwise uninterrupted downward trajectory. RENTON: What about The Untouchables? SICK BOY: I don't rate that at all. RENTON: Despite the Academy Award? SICK BOY: That means ---- all. The sympathy vote. RENTON: Right. So we all get old and then we can't hack it anymore. Is that it? SICK BOY: Yeah. RENTON: That's your theory? SICK BOY: Yeah. Beautifully ----ing illustrated. RENTON: Give me the gun. Through the sight again. This time a skinhead and his muscle-bound
dog are in view. SICK BOY: Do you see the beast? Have you got it in your sights? RENTON: Clear enough, Miss Moneypenny. This should present no significant problem. The gun fires and the dog yelps, jumps up, and bites the skinhead. SICK BOY: For a vegetarian, Rents, you're a ----ing evil shot. Renton loads up again. RENTON (voice-over): Without heroin, I attempted to lead a useful and fulfilling life as a good citizen. CAFE. DAY Spud and Renton split a milkshake. They are seated in a booth, dressed for job interviews. RENTON: Good luck, Spud. SPUD: Cheers. RENTON: Now remember... SPUD: Yeah. RENTON: If they think you're not trying, you're in trouble. First hint of that, they'll be on to the DSS, "This ----'s no trying" and your Giro is ----ing finished, right? SPUD: Right. RENTON: But try too hard... SPUD: And you might get the ----ing job. RENTON: Exactly. SPUD: Nightmare. RENTON: It's a tightrope, Spud, it's a ----ing tightrope. SPUD: My problem is that I tend to clam up. I go dumb and can't answer any questions at all. Nerves on the big occasion, like a footballer. RENTON: Try this. Renton unfolds silver foil to reveal some amphetamine. Spud dips in a finger and takes a dab. He nods in appreciation as he tastes it. SPUD: A little dab of speed's just the ticket. OFFICE. DAY Two men and a woman sit behind a table. Spud is in a chair across from them. SPUD: No, Craignewton. I went to Craignewton. But I was worried that you wouldn't have heard of it so I put the Royal Edinburgh College instead, because they're both schools, right, and we're all in this together, and I wanted to put across the general idea rather than the details, yeah? People get all hung up on details, but what's the point? Like which school? Does it matter? Why? When? Where? Or how many 0 grades did I get? Could be six, could be one, but that's not important. What's important is that I am, right? That I am. MAN #1: Mr. Murphy, do you mean that you lied on your application? SPUD: Only to get my foot in the door. Showing initiative, right? MAN #1: You were referred here by the Department of Employment. There's no need for you to get your "foot in the door," as you put it. SPUD: Hey, right, no problem. Whatever you say, man. You're the man, the governor, the dude in the chair, like. I'm merely here. But obviously I am. Here, that is. I hope I'm not talking too much. I don't usually. I think it's all important, though, isn't it? MAN #2: Mr. Murphy, what attracts you to the leisure industry? SPUD: In a word, pleasure. My pleasure in other people's leisure. WOMAN: Mr. Murphy, do you see yourself as having any weaknesses? SPUD: Well, I'm a bit of a perfectionist. For me it's the best or nothing at all. If things get dodgy, I can't be bothered, but I have a good feeling about this interview. Seems to me 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 all mine. Spud crosses the room to shake everyone by the hand and kiss them. RENTON (voice-over): Spud had done well. I was proud of him. He ----ed up good and proper. 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 the floor downstairs,
sit Spud, Gail, Renton, Sick Boy, Tommy, Lizzy, and Begbie. BEGBIE: Picture the scene. Wednesday morning in the Volley. Me and Tommy are playing pool. No problems, and I'm playing like Paul ----ing Newman by the way. I'm giving the boy 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 ---- comes in. Obviously fancied himself. Starts looking at me. Right ----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 ---- with the pool cue and I'm game for a swedge. So I squared up, casual like. So what does the hard ---- do, or so-called hard ----? -----s it. Puts down his drink, turns around, and gets the ---- out of there. And after that, the game was mine. POOL HALL. DAY The events in the pool hall, as described by Begbie. PUB 2. NIGHT Begbie, his story complete, finishes his pint. The others continue
to stare at him, frozen as though expecting more. Begbie smiles
and throws the pint glass over his head. RENTON (voice-over): 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. You always got the truth from Tommy. It was one of his major weaknesses. He never told lies, he never did drugs, and he never cheated on anyone. 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. TOMMY: Well, sure, it was Wednesday morning, we were in the Volley playing pool, that much is true. POOL HALL. DAY Tommy's account over a depiction of his version. TOMMY (voice-over): But Begbie is playing absolutely gash. He's got a hangover so bad he can hardly hold the ----ing cue, never mind pot the ball. I'm doing my best to lost, trying to humour him, like, but it's not doing any good. Every time I tough the ball I pot something. Every time Begbie goes near the table he ----s it up. So he's got the hump, right, but finally I manage to set it up so all he's got 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, bigtime. 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 ---- 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. He's a ----ing psycho, but he's a mate, you know, so what can you do? Begbie and Tommy are playing pool. TOMMY'S FLAT. DAY Tommy puts down his weights. RENTON: Can I borrow this? PUB 2. NIGHT Return to the freeze-frame of the glass in mid-air and Begbie's smiling face. RENTON (voice-over): 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's what he got off on, his own sensory addiction. The freeze-frame unfreezes and the glass falls into the crowd. BEGBIE: All right. Nobody move. The girl got glassed and no ---- leaves here until we find out what ---- did it. A man stands up from one of the tables. MAN: And who the ---- do you think you are? Begbie unleashes a primal scream and kicks the Man in the groin.
Another man moves toward 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. RENTON'S FLAT. DAY The empty cover for 100 Great Goals lies on the floor. RENTON (voice-over): 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. CLUB. NIGHT A mass of dancing bodies fills the floor. The music is very loud. 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. 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. 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 mother----er. NIGHTCLUB, DANCE AREA. NIGHT Spud and Tommy are seated as before. Their words are still subtitled. TOMMY: Useless mother----er, that's what she called me. I told her, I'm sorry, but these 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: So what's it going to be? TOMMY: Well, I've alread paid for the ticket. Gail and Lizzy return. GAIL and LIZZY: What are you two talking about? TOMMY and SPUD: Football. What were you talking about? GAIL and LIZZY: Shopping. Standing nearby but apart from them is Renton. RENTON (voice-over): 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. Shot: Begbie and Sick Boy with the Two Women. RENTON (voice-over): 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 of his sex-crazed mind. His post-junk libido, fuelled by alcohol and amphetamine, taunted him remorselessly with his own unsatisfied desire. Renton notices one girl (Diane) walking on her own towards the
door. RENTON (voice-over): And with that, Mark Renton had fallen in love. ROAD. NIGHT Diane walks away from the club, scanning the street for a taxi, and hails one which stops just as Renton calls out. RENTON: Excuse me, I don't mean to harass you, but I was very impressed with the capable and stylish manner in which you dealt with that situation. I thought to myself, this girl'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 quiet, 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, ...TAXI!... a little bit crazy, a little bit bad, but hey, don't us girls just love that? RENTON: Eh? DIANE: Well, what's wrong, boy, cat got your tongue? RENTON: I think I left something back at the... Diane is in the taxi. TAXI DRIVER: Are you getting in or not, pal? ANOTHER ROAD. NIGHT The taxi motors along. STREET. NIGHT Spud is pushed against the wall held my his lapels. He drinks from a bottle of beer in one hand. GAIL: Do you understand? Spud nods drunkenly. Gail releases her grip. GAIL: I expect you to be a considerate and thoughtful lover, generous but firm. Failure on your part to live up to these very reasonable expectations will result in swift resumption of our non-sex situation. Right? Spud drinks from a bottle in the other hand and says nothing but does not look too happy. TOMMY'S FLAT. NIGHT Tommy and Lizzy kiss while Tommy unlocks the door. DIANE'S HOME, HALLWAY. NIGHT In a darkened suburban hallway, the door opens and two figures enter. RENTON: Diane? DIANE: Shhh! RENTON: Sorry. DIANE: Shut up. They walk through another door and close it behind them. TOMMY'S FLAT. NIGHT Tommy and Lizzy kiss against the inside of the door, taking their outer clothes off. DIANE'S BEDROOM. NIGHT Diane throws a condom on the bed. Renton looks at it, then her. They begin to undress. GAIL'S BEDROOM. NIGHT Spud is lying unconscious on the bed. Gail stands over him. GAIL: Wake up, Spud. Wake up. Sex. She kicks him. He moans. GAIL: Casual sex. She kicks him again. He moans again. GAIL: So let's see what I'm missing. DIANE'S BEDROOM. NIGHT Renton lies on his back while Diane rides above him. GAIL'S BEDROOM, NIGHT Gail throws Spud's clothes to the floor and throws a blanket over him. GAIL: Not much. She shuts out the light. TOMMY'S FLAT. NIGHT Tommy and Lizzy now lie on the bed in a state of semi-undress. LIZZY: Tommy, let's put the tape on. TOMMY: Now? LIZZY: I want to watch ourselves while we're screwing. TOMMY: ----, OK. Tommy gets up and reaches into the row of videos on the floor.
He lifts out Tommy and Lizzy, Vol. 1 and hastily shoves it into
the video. DIANE'S BEDROOM. NIGHT Diane and Renton climax together. RENTON: I haven't felt that good since Archie Gemmill scored against Holland in 1978. DIANE: You can't sleep here. RENTON: What? DIANE: Out. RENTON: Come on. DIANE: No argument. You can sleep on the sofa in the living room or go home. It's up to you. She pushes him out of the room and hands him his clothes. RENTON: Jesus! DIANE: And don't make any noise. She shuts the door. He pulls the condom off. TOMMY'S FLAT. NIGHT The lights are full on now. Lizzy sits on the bed clutching a
blanket around herself. LIZZY: What do you mean, it's gone? Where has it gone, Tommy? TOMMY: It'll be here somewhere. I might've returned it by mistake. LIZZY: Returned it? To the video shop, Tommy? To the ----ing video shop? So every punter in Edinburgh is jerking off to our video? God, Tommy, I feel sick. DIANE'S HOME, LIVING ROOM. MORNING Renton lies submerged under a blanket. GAIL'S BEDROOM. MORNING Spud opens his eyes. He sniffs the air and looks down towards the foot of the bed. He moves his hands down to a wet, dark spot on the underside of the blanket and looks at the excrement on his hand in disgust. DIANE'S HOME, HALL/KITCHEN. DAY The door swings open. A man and woman, about Renton's age, sit at the kitchen table. They look up to see Renton in the doorway. MAN: Good morning. WOMAN: Come in and sit down. You must be Mark. Renton walks to the table and sits down. RENTON: Yes, that's me. WOMAN: You're a friend of Diane's? RENTON: More of a friend of a friend, really. MAN: Right. RENTON: Are you her flatmates? The couple exchange a look and laugh. WOMAN: Flatmates. I must remember that one. The man and woman look beyond Renton. He too turns and follows
their gaze. GAIL'S HOME, HALL/KITCHEN. DAY The door swings open to reveal the kitchen. Gail, her Father
and Mother are seated around the table eating breakfast. GAIL: Good morning, Spud. SPUD: Morning, Gail. Morning, Mrs. Houston, Mr. Houston. MRS. HOUSTON: Morning, Spud. Sit down and have some breakfast. SPUD: Sorry about last night... GAIL: It's all right. I slept fine on the sofa. SPUD: I had a little too much to drink. I'm afraid I had a slight accident. MR. HOUSTON: Oh, don't worry, these things happen. It does everyone good to cut loose once in a while. GAIL: This one could do with being tied up once in a while. MRS. HOUSTON: I'll put the sheets in the washing machine just now. SPUD: No, I'll wash them. I'll take them home and bring them back. MRS. HOUSTON: There's no need. SPUD: It's no problem. MRS. HOUSTON: No problem for me either. She advances to take the bundle. Spud steps back. SPUD: Really, no. MRS. HOUSTON: Honestly, it's no problem. SPUD: I'd really rather take care of it myself. MRS. HOUSTON: Spud, they're my sheets. She takes hold of the bundle. Spud does not yield. She pulls
harder. Spud holds on. She tugs powerfully. STREET. DAY Renton paces briskly down the street, followed by Diane. DIANE: I don't see why not. RENTON: Because it's illegal. DIANE: Holding hands? RENTON: No, not holding hands. DIANE: In that case you can do it. You were quite happy to do a lot more last night. RENTON: And that's what's illegal. Do you know what they do to people like me inside? They'd cut my balls off and flush them down the ----ing toilet. They stop at the school gates. DIANE: Calm down, you're not going to jail. RENTON: Easy for you to say. DIANE: Can I see you again? RENTON: Certainly not. Renton walks away. DIANE: If you don't see me again, I'll tell the police. Renton stops, turns, and walks back to her. They stand for a moment, then Renton walks away again. Diane smiles. DIANE: I'll see you around then. VIDEO STORE. DAY In the cold light of morning, Tommy and Lizzy wait, not speaking, outside the still-closed video store. TRAIN STATION. DAY The station is in the middle of a moor. There appears to be no
habitation around. In the distance are some hills. SICK BOY: Now what? TOMMY: We go for a walk. SPUD: What? TOMMY: A walk. SPUD: But where? Tommy points vaguely across the moor. TOMMY: There. SICK BOY: Are you serious? They step across the tracks and walk across the vast moorland. TOMMY: Well, what are you waiting for? SPUD: I don't know, Tommy, I don't know if it's normal. TOMMY: It's the great outdoors. SICK BOY: It's really nice, Tommy. Can we go home now? TOMMY: It's fresh air. SICK BOY: Look, Tommy, we know you're getting a hard time off Lizzy, out there's no need to take it out on us. TOMMY: Doesn't it make you proud to be Scottish? RENTON: It's ----- being Scottish! We're the lowest of the ----ing low, the scum of the earth, the most wretched, servile, miserable, pathetic trash that was ever shat into civilization. Some people hate the English. I don't. They're just wankers. We, on the other hand, are colonized by wankers. We can't even pick a decent culture to be colonized by. We are ruled by effete assholes. It's a ----- state of affairs and all the fresh air in the world won't make any ----ing difference. The boys troop back towards the platform. SPUD (to Tommy): I'm sorry, man. RENTON (voice-over): At or around this time, we made a healthy, informed, democratic decision to get back on drugs as soon as possible. It took about twelve hours. SWANNEY'S FLAT. DAY Renton hands over money to Swanney and begins cooking up. RENTON (voice-over): It looks easy, this, but it's not. It looks like a doss, like a soft option, but living like this, it's a full-time business. He injects. SHOP. DAY Renton, Spud, and Sick Boy are stuffing objects into their shirts and pockets. SWANNEY'S FLAT. DAY Renton lies back, stoned. STREET. DAY Renton and Spud are running along the street. SWANNEY'S FLAT. DAY Renton lies back as before. SICK BOY: Ursula Andress was the quintessential Bond girl. That's what everyone says. The embodiment of his superiority to us: beautiful, exotic, highly sensual, and yet unavailable to everyone but him. -----. Let's face it, if she'd shag one punter from Edinburgh, she'd shag the ----ing lot of us. SWANNEY'S FLAT, LATER. DAY Spud cooks up, watched by Swanney. RENTON FAMILY HOME, LIVING ROOM. NIGHT Renton's mother and father sit reading the paper and a magazine. RENTON FAMILY HOME, PARENTS' BEDROOM, NIGHT Renton trawls through drawers until he finds some cash and jewelry. SWANNEY'S FLAT. DAY Renton lies back, staring vacantly ahead. Tommy flops down beside him. Renton shows barely a flicker of awareness. TOMMY: Lizzy's gone, Mark, she's gone and ----ing dumped me. It was that video tape and that Iggy Pop business and all sorts of other stuff. I said, is there any chance of getting back together, like, but no way, no ----ing way. HOSPITAL WARD SITTING ROOM, DAY. A few elderly patients sit in armchairs watching daytime TV. SWANNEY'S FLAT. DAY. Tommy and Renton slumped side by side as before. TOMMY: I want to try it, Mark. You're always going on about how it's the ultimate hit and that. Better than sex. Come on, I'm a ----ing adult. I want to find out for myself. Renton huddles up and leans away from Tommy. TOMMY: I've got the money. Tommy pulls out a ten-pound note from his pocket. STREET. DAY Renton and Spud run down the street. SWANNEY'S FLAT, DAY SICK BOY: Honor Blackman, aka Pussy Galore. What a total ----ing misnomer. I wouldn't touch her with yours. I'd sooner shag Colonel Kreb. At least you know where you are with a woman like that. Not much to look at, but personality, that's what counts. That's what keeps a relationship going through the years. Like heroin. I mean, heroin's got ----ing great personality. He opens the heel of his shoe to reveal a syringe. CAR. DAY The car is empty. A window is broken and the door opened. DOCTOR'S OFFICE. DAY RENTON (voice-over): Swanney taught us to adore and respect the National Health Service, for it was the source of much of our gear. We stole drugs, we stole prescriptions, or bought them, sold them, swapped them, forged them, photocopied them, or traded them with cancer victims, alcoholics, old age pensioners, AIDS patients, epileptics, and bored housewives. We took morphine, diamorphine, cyclozine, codeine, temazepam, nitrezepam, phenobarbitone, sodium amytal dextropropoxyphene, methadone, nalbuphine, pethidine, pentazocine, buprenorphine, dextromoramide chlormethiazole. The streets are awash in drugs that you can have for unhappiness and pain. ---- it, we would have injected Vitamin C if they'd only made it illegal. The GP examines Renton's chest and smiles. SWANNEY'S FLAT, DAY Allison injects into Swanney's genitalia. PUB. DAY It's the first day of the Edinburgh Festival. AMERICAN TOURIST: Can I use your bathroom? Thank you. Begbie stands up and the rest follow. PUB, TOILET. DAY The American Tourist turns from the urinal to see Begbie, Renton, Sick Boy, Tommy, and Spud approaching. Begbie punches and kicks the Tourist and pulls out a knife. PUB. DAY Outisde the toilet, Begbie divides up the money among Sick Boy,
Tommy, Spud, and Renton. BEGBIE: And remember, Rents, no skag. RENTON: Aye, OK, Franco. (voice-over): But the good times couldn't last forever. SWANNEY'S FLAT, NIGHT Renton lies as before. Around the room are Swanney, Tommy, Spud,
and Sick Boy. RENTON (voice-over): I think Allison had been screaming all day, but it hadn't really registered before. She might have been screaming all week, for all I knew. It's been days since I've heard anyone speak, though surely someone must have said something in all that time, surely to ---- someone must have. SICK BOY: What's wrong, Allison? Allison points to the bundle of dirty blankets in which her baby is wrapped. Sick Boy follows her directions. SPUD: Calm down, calm down. Everything's going to be just fine. RENTON (voice-over): Nothing could have been further from the truth. In point of fact, nothing at all was going to be just fine. On the contrary, everything was going to be bad. Bad? I mean worse than it already was. Sick Boy stands over the bundle. The baby is dead. SICK BOY: Oh, ----. Sick Boy reaches out to Allison. RENTON (voice-over): It wasn't my baby. She wasn't my baby. Baby Dawn, she wasn't mine. Spud's? Swanney's? Sick Boy's? I don't know. Maybe Allison knew. Maybe not. I wished I could think of something to say, something sympathetic, something human. SICK BOY: Say something, Mark... ----ing SAY SOMETHING! RENTON: I'm cookin' up. There is a silence. Renton begins scrambling through the works. ALLISON: Cook us up a shot, Rents. I need a hit. RENTON: And so she did, I could understand that. To take the pain away. So I cooked up and she got a hit, but only after me. That went without saying. STREET. DAY Spud, Renton, and Sick Boy cross the road to approach the shop. RENTON (voice-over): Well, at least we knew who the father was now. It wasn't just the baby that died that day. Something inside Sick Boy was lost and never returned. It seemed he had no theory with which to explain a moment like this. Renton and Spud are running, pursued by the two Store Detectives. RENTON (voice-over): Nor did I. Our only response was to keep on going and ---- everything. Pile misery upon misery, heap it on a spoon and dissolve it in a drop of bile, then squirt it into a stinking purulent vein and do it all over again. Keep on going, getting up, going out, robbing, stealing, ----ing people over, propelling ourselves with longing towards the day it would all go wrong. As seen in the opening scene, Renton is nearly hit by a car that
screeches to a halt as he crosses a road. RENTON (voice-over): Because no matter how much you stash or how much you steal, you never have enough. No matter how often you go out and rob and ---- people over, you always need to get up and do it all over again. Renton begins to laugh. RENTON (voice-over): Sooner or later this kind of thing was bound to happen. One of the Detectives runs straight past him, after Spud. COURT. DAY Spud and Renton stand in the dock. Renton's Mother and Father, Sick Boy, Begbie, and Spud's Mother (Mrs. Murphy) are among those in the gallery. The Sheriff delivers his sentence. SHERIFF: Because shoplifting is theft, which is a crime, and despite what you may believe, there is no such entity as victimless crime. Heroin addiction may explain your actions, but it does not excuse them. Mr. Murphy, you are a habitual thief, devoid of regret or remorse. In sentencing you to six months' imprisonment my only worry is that it will not be long before we meet again. Mr. Renton, I understand that you have entered into a programme of rehabilitation in an attempt to wean yourself away from heroin. The suspension of your sentence is conditional upon your continued cooperation with this programme. Should you stand before me again, I shall not hesitate to impose a custodial sentence. RENTON: Thank you, your honour. With God's help I'll conquer this affliction. The Sheriff and Renton stare at one another for a moment. Renton turns to look at Spud, then back towards the Sheriff who is now leaving the court. RENTON (voice-over): What can you say? Well, Begbie had a phrase for it. PUB. DAY The pud is crowded. Around Renton are his Mother, Father, Sick Boy, Begbie, and Gav. BEGBIE: It was ----ing obvious that that ---- was going to ---- some ----. There is a round of nodding and "poor Spud"ing. Everyone begins to talk at once. FATHER: I hope you've learned your lesson, son. MOTHER: Oh, my son, I thought I was going to lose you there. You're nothing but trouble to me, but I still love you. BEGBIE: Clean up your act, sunshine. Cut that ----- out forever. MOTHER: You listen to Francis, Mark, he's talking sense. BEGBIE: ----ing right and I am. See, inside you wouldn't last two ----ing days. SICK BOY: There's better things than the needle, Rents. Choose life. He winks. MOTHER: I remember when you were a baby, even then you would never do what you were told. BEGBIE: But he pulled it off, clever bastard, and he got a result. They laugh and fall silent. RENTON: Mrs. Murphy, I'm sorry about Spud. It wasn't fair, him going down and not me. Tears in her eyes, Mrs. Murphy turns and walks away. Renton watches her go. Behind him, Begbie shouts. BEGBIE: It's no our fault. Your boy went down becuaes he was a ----ing smack-head, and if that's not your fault, I don't know what is. Begbie turns back to Renton. BEGBIE: Right, I'll get the drinks in. He moves towards the bar. YARD. DAY Renton emerges into a narrow yard surrounded by a high wall. He looks around. The steel back gate is locked. RENTON: I wished I had gone down instead of Spud. Here I was surrounded by my family and my so-called mates and I've never felt so alone, never in all my puff. Since I was on remand, they've had me on this state-sponsored addiction. Three sickly sweet doses of methadone a day instead of smack. But it's never enough, and at the moment it's nowhere near enough. I took all three hits this morning and now I've got eighteen hours to go till my next shot and a sweat on my back like a layer of frost. I need to visit the mother superior for one hit, one ----ing hit to get us over this long, hard day. Renton climbs the wall, stands on top, and then dives off the other side. SWANNEY'S FLAT. NIGHT Swanney is cooking up. RENTON: What's on the menu this evening? SWANNEY: Your favourite dish. RENTON: Excellent. SWANNEY: Your usual table, sir? RENTON: Why, thank you. Swanney helps Renton's jacket off. SWANNEY: And would sir care to settle his bill in advance? RENTON: Stick it on my tab. SWANNEY: Regret to inform, sir, that your credit limit was reached and breached some time ago. RENTON: In that case... He produces twenty pounds. SWANNEY: Oh, hard currency. That'll do nicely. He swipes the notes underneath a UV forgery checker. SWANNEY: Can't be too careful when we're dealing with your type, can we? Renton begins searching for a vein. SWANNEY: Would sir care for a starter? Some garlic bread, perhaps? RENTON: No, thank you, I think I'll proceed directly to intravenous injection of hard drugs, please. SWANNEY: As you wish. He hands Renton the syringe. He injects, then lies back on the
dirty, red, carpeted floor. SWANNEY: Perhaps sir would like me to call for a taxi? An ambulance siren becomes faintly audible. STAIRWELL. NIGHT The siren is a little louder. Swanney holds Renton under his arms and drags him backwards down the steps. STREET. NIGHT As Swanney emerges, still dragging Renton, the siren grows louder
and then an ambulance speeds by without stopping. TAXI. NIGHT Renton lies on the floor of the taxi, as Swanney left him, rolling slightly as the taxi rounds a corner. TAXI/HOSPITAL. NIGHT The taxi is stationary. HOSPITAL EMERGENCY ROOM. NIGHT Renton is wheeled through the room, then into a bay surrounded by a white nylon curtain. TROLLEY BAY. NIGHT The porters lift Renton from one stretcher to another, then leave
him alone in the bay surrounded by the curtain. DOCTOR: Wake up. Come on, wake up. Renton breathes more easily. TAXI. DAY Renton sits between his parents. His Mother pulls a pack of cigarettes out of her purse and hands one to his Father. She offers one to Renton, who doesn't react. She puts it in her mouth and lights it herself. RENTON'S BEDROOM. DAY Father carries Renton to the bed, then walks out past Mother, who looks at Renton for a moment before closing the door. OUTSIDE OF RENTON'S BEDROOM DOOR. DAY Renton's father's hand slides three bolts across to lock the door. RENTON'S ROOM. DAY Renton lies on the bed. RENTON (voice-over): I don't feel the sickness yet, but it's in the post, that's for sure. I'm in the junky limbo at the moment. Too ill to sleep, too tired to stay awake, but the sickness is on its way. Sweat, chills, nausea, pain, and craving. Need like nothing I've ever known will soon take hold of me. It's on its way. The door opens. Renton's mother walks in with a bowl of soup and a piece of bread. Father watches from the doorway. MOTHER: We'll help you, son. You'll stay with us until you get better. We'll beat this together. RENTON: Maybe I could go back to the clinic. MOTHER: No. No clinics. No methadone. It only made you worse, you said so yourself. You lied to us, son. Your own mother and father. RENTON: At least get us some jellies. MOTHER: No. You're worse coming off that than you are with heroin. Nothing it all. FATHER: It's a clean break this time. MOTHER: You're staying where we can keep an eye on you. RENTON: I do appreciate what you're trying to do, I really do, but I need just one score, to ease myself off it. Just one. Just one. Mother retreats past Father, who closes the door. The bolts go
home again. Renton lies back and closes his eyes. His forehead
is damp with sweat. He begins to shake. BEGBIE: Well, this is a good laugh, you ----ing useless bastard. Go on, sweat that ----- out of your system, because if I come back and it's still there, I'll ----ing kick it out. Okay! Begbie takes a drag on his cigarette. Renton rips away the blankets, out Begbie has gone. Renton looks up. Baby Dawn is craling across the ceiling. Renton looks down to see Diane sitting at the foot of the bed. She sings "Temptation" by New Order. DIANE: You've got green eyes, you've got red eyes, and I've never met anyone quite like you before. Renton looks back up. Dawn continues her slow crawl. Spud sits
on top of Renton's dresser in a prison uniform, kicking his leg
chain against the dresser. SICK BOY: It's a mug's game, Mrs. Renton. I'm not saying I was blameless myself, far from it, but there comes a time when you have to turn your back on that nonsense and just say no. Sick Boy takes a bite of his biscuit. Renton clutches his head
in agony. Dawn crawls on. TOMMY: Better than sex, Rents, better than sex. The ultimate hit. I'm a ----ing adult, I'll find out for myself. Well, I'm finding out, all right. TELEVISION. NIGHT A Doctor, dressed like a game show host, stands in front, with Renton's Mother and Father beside him. DOCTOR: Question number one, the human immunodeficiency virus is a... what? FATHER: Retrovirus? DOCTOR: Retrovirus is the correct answer. Fanfare. DOCTOR: Question number two. HIV binds to which receptor on the host lymphocyte? Which receptor? Mother and Father confer. FATHER: CD4? DOCTOR: CD4 is the correct answer. Fanfare. DOCTOR: And now, question number three, is he guilty or not guilty? MOTHER: He's our son. RENTON'S ROOM. NIGHT Renton looks up again. Spud is kicking the dresser. Baby Dawn's head turns 180 degrees and she falls off the ceiling onto Renton. He starts screaming and throws her off. Renton's Mother and Father are washing him. Mother picks up the large, damp sponge from the corner, where it landed. She wipes her son's face with it. FATHER: Mark, there's something you need to do. CONSULTING ROOM. DAY A nurse draws blood from Renton. RENTON: Ow! SOCIAL CLUB. NIGHT Renton, his Mother, and Father sit at a table in the local social club, It is a Saturday night and the club is busy. It is not initially clear what is going on. Near the bar a caller with a microphone calls over the PA. CALLER: Two and four, twenty four... seven... fifteen... clickety-click, sixty-six... And so on, as he draws the numbers from the drum. MOTHER: Mark... Mark, you've got a house. House! House! For goodness' sake, Mark. They bustle around him and pass his card to the front. RENTON (voice-over): It seems, however, that I really am the luckiest guy in the world. Several years of addiction right in the middle of an epidemic, surrounded by the living dead, but not me. I'm negative. It's official. And once the pain goes away, that's when the real battle starts. Depression. Boredom. You'll feel so ----ing low, you'll want to top yourself. His mother counts a wad of money in front of him. HOUSING ESTATE. DAY On the door of a flat, "plaguer," "HIV,"
and "AIDS junky scum" are daubed on the walls. TOMMY'S FLAT. DAY It is poorly furnished. Tommy lays on the floor. RENTON: Are you getting out much? TOMMY: No. RENTON: Following the game at all? TOMMY: No. RENTON: No, me neither. He drops the ball. It rolls to a halt in the corner. TOMMY: You take the test? RENTON: Aye. TOMMY: Clear? RENTON: Aye. TOMMY: That's nice. RENTON: I'm sorry, Tommy. TOMMY: Have you got any gear on you? RENTON: No, I'm clean. TOMMY: Well, sub us then, mate. I'm expecting a rent cheque. Renton produces some of his bingo win. As he hands it over, their eyes and hands meet for a moment. Tommy puts the money away. TOMMY: Thanks, Mark. RENTON: No bother. RENTON'S BEDSIT. NIGHT Renton sits alone, rolling a joint and reading a book. RENTON (voice-over): No bother. Easy to say when it's some other poor ---- with ----- for blood. There is a knock at the door. Renton answers it. Diane is standing
in the hallway in her school uniform. RENTON: What do you want? DIANE: Are you clean? RENTON: Yes. DIANE: Is that a promise? RENTON: Yes, as a matter of fact, it is. DIANE: Calm down, I'm just asking. Is that hash I can smell? RENTON: No. DIANE: I wouldn't mind a bit if it is. RENTON: Well, it isn't. DIANE: Smells like it. RENTON: You're too young. DIANE: Too young for what? She walks into the room. BEDSIT. NIGHT Renton and Diane are lying in the bed. Diane, in one of Renton's t-shirts, is smoking a joint. DIANE: You're not getting any younger, Mark. The world is changing. Music is changing. Even drugs are changing. You can't stay in here all day dreaming about heroin and Ziggy Pop. RENTON: It's Iggy Pop. DIANE: Whatever. I mean, the guy's dead anyway. RENTON: Iggy Pop is not dead. He toured last year. Tommy went to see him. DIANE: The point is, you've got to find something new. RENTON (voice-over): She was right. I had to find something new. There was only one thing for it. LONDON. DAY A contemporary retake on all of those "Swinging London"
montages: Red Routemaster/Trafalgar Square/Big Ben/Royalty/City
gents in suits/Chelsea ladies/fashion victims/Piccadilly Circus
at night. ESTATE AGENT'S OFFICE. DAY The montage ends on one street, then draws back to reveal the whole map of London pinned to a wall. A Man holding a telephone walks in front of the map and belches loudly. Revealing more, he is in a scruffy, cramped office with half a dozen occupied desks and twice as many telephones. Seated at the one nearest to the Belching Man is Renton. He is wearing a shirt and tie now. He turns in response to the belch. MAN: Can you take this call? Renton takes the telephone reaches for a piece of paper from which he reads. RENTON: Hello, yes, certainly. It's a beautifully converted Victorian townhouse. Ideally located in a quiet road near to local shops and transport. Renton checks his watch. THE A1 IN NORTH LONDON. DAY Renton stands waiting beside this busy London road, outside some very unfortunate housing, as the traffic streams past. RENTON (voice-over): Two bedrooms and a kitchen/diner. Fully fitted in excellent decorative order. Lots of storage space. All mod cons. Three hundred and twenty pounds per week. A couple approach. Renton unlocks the door of a flat and holds the door open while he ushers them in. LONDON FLAT. DAY Renton shows the couple round a typical London flat nightmare. A poor conversion, poor decor, everything small and ill-fitting. The windows rattle as the traffic roars by. RENTON (voice-over): I settled in not too badly and I kept myself to myself. Sometimes, of course, I thought about the guys, but mainly I didn't miss them at all. After all, this was boom town, where any fool could make cash from chaos and plenty did. I quite enjoyed the sound of it all. Profit, loss, margins, takeovers, lending, letting, subletting, subdividing, cheating, scamming, fragmenting, breaking away. There was no such thing as society, and even if there was, I most certainly had nothing to do with it. For the first time in my adult life, I was almost content. LONDON BEDSIT. NIGHT Renton finishes eating a pot noodle. He puts it down and picks up a letter. He lies back and reads. Intercut with: SCHOOLROOM. DAY A class is in progress. A teacher lectures to a mixed class, but Diane is not listening as she is writing. SCHOOL. DAY Diane is leaving the school when Sick Boy catches up with her. They stop and then she walks away. PARK. DAY Diane walks along a concrete path. As she does so, she has to step over Spud, who lies asleep/unconscious beside the remains of a carryout. DIANE (voice-over): Dear Mark, I'm glad you've found a job and somewhere to live. School is fine at the moment. I'm not pregnant, but thanks for asking. Your friend Sick Boy asked me last week if I would like to work for him, but I told him where to go. I met Spud, who sends his regards, or at least I think that's what he said. No one has seen Tommy for ages. And finally, Francis Begbie has been on television a lot this week-- LONDON BEDSIT. NIGHT Renton turns the page DIANE (voice-over): --as he is wanted by the police in connection with an armed robbery in a jeweller's in Corstorphine. Take care. Yours with love, Diane. There is a buzz at the door. Renton re-examines the letter. DIANE (voice-over): --Francis Begbie-- There is another buzz. RENTON: Oh, no. BEDSIT. NIGHT Renton sits on the bed. Begbie stands over him, pointing a gun at his head. He pulls the trigger. It clicks harmlessly. BEGBIE: Armed robbery? With a replica? How can it be armed robbery? It's a ----ing scandal. He 'fires' the gun at his own head a few times, then chucks it to the ground. BEGBIE: And the haul. Look. He digs a few rings out of his pocket and throws them to Renton. BEGBIE: Solid silver, my arse. I took it to a fence. It's trash, pure trash. There's young couples investing all their hopes in that stuff, and what are they getting? RENTON: It's a scandal, Franco. BEGBIE: Too right it is. Now look, have you got anything to eat, 'cos I'm ----ing Lee Marvin, by the way. BEDSIT. DAY Begbie is sitting on the bed in his underwear, eating cereal
while watching television. A small carry-out is nearby. RENTON (voice-over): Begbie settled in in no time at all. Begbie opens a can of beer. Renton closes the door. HALLWAY OUTSIDE BEDSIT. DAY Renton closes the door. He is about to walk away when he hears Begbie shouting. BEGBIE: Rents! Rents! Come ----ing back here. Renton opens the door. Begbie is holding out an empty packet of cigarettes. BEGBIE: Look! RENTON: What? BEGBIE: I've no ----ing cigarettes. Begbie throws the packet down to the floor. It lands neer the door. He has turned back to the television and takes a swig of beer. RENTON: Right. Renton closes the door again. BEDSIT. NIGHT Renton and Begbie lie in the single bed with their heads at opposite ends. Begbie snores. Renton is wide awake, a pair of smelly-socked feet only inches from his nose. RENTON (voice-over): Yeah, the guy's a psycho, but it's true, he's a mate as well, so what can you do? LONDON BEDSIT. DAY Where the first empty pack of cigarettes fell to the floor there
is now a large heap of empty packets: the product of weeks at
sixty a day. Another one lands on the pile. BEGBIE: Hey, I'm wanting to put a bet on. RENTON: Can you not go yourself? BEGBIE: I'm a fugitive from the law. I can't be seen on the ----ing streets. Now watch my lips. Kempton Park. Two-thirty. Five pounds to win. Bad Boy. HALLWAY OUTSIDE BEDSIT. DAY The door opens. Renton walks out. The door closes. Renton walks
away. LONDON BEDSIT. DAY Begbie, alone in the bedsit, is screaming a cry of primal joy. RENTON (voice-over): Bad Boy came in at 16-to-1. And with the winnings, we went out to celebrate. LONDON PARTY. NIGHT To loud music, and strobing, fractured lights, surrounded by
dry ice, Begbie dances near a tall Woman. RENTON (voice-over): Diane was right. The world is changing, music is changing, drugs are changing, even men and women are changing. One thousand years from now there'll be no guys and no girls, just wankers. Sounds great to me. It's just a pity nobody told Begbie. STREET. NIGHT A car sits in a street near the club, windows steamed up. CAR. NIGHT Begbie and the Woman kiss passionately. The woman undoes Begbie's trousers. PARTY. NIGHT Renton's gaze continues to wander around. RENTON (voice-over): You see, if you ask me, we're heterosexual by default, not by decision. It's just a question of who you fancy. CAR. NIGHT Begbie and the Woman continue their embrace as she unbuttons his shirt. RENTON (voice-over): It's all about aesthetics and it's -----all to do with morality. Suddenly Begbie freezes. He is holding the "woman's"
groin. There's something there that shouldn't be. STREET. NIGHT Begbie kicks the wall in frustration and spits. RENTON (voice-over): But you try telling Begbie that. BEDSIT. NIGHT Bebgie sits on the bed, Renton on the floor. BEGBIE: I'm no a ----ing buftie and that's the end of it. RENTON: Let's face it, it could have been wonderful. Begbie flicks his cigarette at Renton and pins him to the wall. BEGBIE: Now, listen to me, you little piece of junky shit. A joke's a ----ing joke, but you mention her again and I'll cut you up. Understand? Begbie produces a knife. HALLWAY OUTSIDE BEDSIT. NIGHT Sick Boy's finger rings the doorbell. BEDSIT. NIGHT Sick Boy and Begbie are sleeping. Their feet are in Renton's face. RENTON (voice-over): Since I last saw him, Sick Boy had reinvented himself as a pimp and a pusher, and was here, he said, to mix musiness and business and pleasure, setting up contacts, as he contstantly informed me, for the great skag deal that was one day going to make him rich. BEDSIT. NIGHT Renton, Begbie, and Sick Boy sit in a line on the bed with fish suppers laid out on their laps, but Renton's is untouched. SICK BOY: Good chips. RENTON: I can't believe you did that. SICK BOY: I got a good price for it. Rents, I need the money. RENTON: It was my ----ing telly! SICK BOY: Well, Christ, if I'd known you were going to get so humpty about it, I wouldn't have bothered. It was rented anyway. Are you going to eat that? He takes Renton's fish supper and adds it to his own. SICK BOY: Have you got a passport? RENTON: Why? SICK BOY: Well, this guy I've met runs a hotel. Brothel. Loads of contacts. Does a nice sideline in punting British passports to foreigners. Get you a good price. RENTON: Why would I want to sell my passport? SICK BOY: It was just an idea. LEFT LUGGAGE ROOM. DAY Renton puts his passport into a locker. RENTON (voice-over): I had to get rid of them. Sick Boy didn't do his drug deal and he didn't get rich. Instead, he and Begbie just hung around my bedsit looking for things to steal. I decided to offer them one of London's most desirable properties. BUSY LONDON ROAD. DAY Traffic floods past as before. LONDON FLAT. DAY Inside the flat that Renton showed the couple around. Sick Boy and Begbie are standing in the hallway. Renton is in the open doorway. He throws them the keys and leaves. LONDON BEDSIT. NIGHT Renton cleans the garbage from his bedsit. LONDON FLAT. NIGHT The flat is in darkness. The door opens and a figure enters. It is the Man from Renton's office. RENTON (voice-over): But of course they weren't paying any rent. So when my boss found two desperate suckers who would, Sick Boy and Begbie were bound to feel threatened. Man is followed by another couple. He switches on a light. MAN: As you can see, it's a beautiful conversion. Two bedrooms, kitchen/diner, fully fitted. Lots of storage. All mod cons. Three hundred and twenty quid a week. Begbie and Sick Boy jump out of the cabinet at him. RENTON (voice-over): And that was that. But by then, we had another reason to go back. Tommy. RAILWAY. DAY An InterCity train speeds by. TOMMY'S FLAT. NIGHT A kitten sits on the floor. GAV (voice-over): Tommy knew he'd caught the virus, but he never knew he'd gone full-blown. RENTON (voice-over): What was it, pneumonia or cancer? GAV (voice-over): No, toxoplasmosis. Sort of like a stroke. RENTON (voice-over): Eh? How's that? CREMATORIUM CHAPEL. DAY A service is in progress. Those present include Renton and Gav, who are engaged in hushed conversation, Begbie, Spud, Sick Boy, and Lizzy. GAV: He wanted to see Lizzy again. Lizzy wouldn't let him near the house. So he bought a present for her, bought her a kitten. RENTON: I bet Lizzy told him where to put it. GAV: Exactly. I'm not wanting a cat, she says. Get to ----, right. So there's Tommy, stuck with this kitten. You can imagine what happened. The thing was neglected, pissing and shitting all over the place. Tommy was lying around ----ed out of his eyeballs on smack or downers. He didn't know you could get toxoplasmosis from cat shit. Begbie turns around, menacing. The two hush up. RENTON: Neither did I. What the ---- is it? GAV: ----ing horrible. Like an abcess on your brain. RENTON: ----ing hell. So what happened? TOMMY'S FLAT. DAY The kitten as before. Slow track back to reveal more. GAV (voice-over): He starts getting headaches, so he just uses more smack, for the pain, like. Then he has a stroke. A ----ing stroke. Just like that. Gets home from the hospital and dies three weeks later. He'd been dead for ages before the neighbors complained about the smell and got the police to break the door down. Tommy was lying face down in a pool of vomit. The lower half of Tommy's clothed body is visible. CREMATORIUM CHAPEL. DAY The coffin travels away. Gav and Renton watch it go. GAV: The kitten was fine. PUB. NIGHT Gav, Renton, Spud, Sick Boy, Begbie, Lizzy, and Gail are gathered in the pub, still dressed in their funeral garb. They are drinking and talking. Spud sings "Two Little Boys" softly. SWANNEY'S FLAT. NIGHT Spud is seated, Begbie, Renton, and Sick Boy are standing. They open tall beer cans. RENTON: Tommy. They all drink. SICK BOY: Did you tell him? BEGBIE: No. On you go. RENTON: What? SICK BOY: There's a mate of Swanney's. Mikey Forrester. You know the guy. He's come into some gear. A lot of gear. RENTON: How much gear? SICK BOY: About two kilos, so he tells me. Got drunk in a pub down by the docks last week, where he met two Russian sailors. They're ----ing carrying the stuff. For sale there and then, like. So he wakes up the next morning and realizes what he's done and gets very ----ing nervous. Wants rid of this. RENTON: So? SICK BOY: So he met me and I offered to take it off his hands at a very reasonable price, with the intention of punting it on myself to a guy I know in London. RENTON: We've just come back from Tommy's funeral and you're talking about a skag deal? BEGBIE: Aye. RENTON: What was your price? SICK BOY: Four grand. RENTON: You haven't got four grand. SICK BOY: We're two thousand short. RENTON: That's tough. SICK BOY: Mark, every ---- knows you've been saving up down in London. RENTON: I'm sorry, boys, I don't have two thousand pounds. BEGBIE: Aye, you do. I've seen your bank statement. RENTON: For ----'s sake! BEGBIE: Two thousand, one hundred, and thirty-three pounds. RENTON: Two kilos. That's what, ten years worth? Russian sailors? Mikey Forrester? What the ---- are you boys on? Spud, you've already been to jail, what's the deal, you like it so much that you want to go back? SPUD: I just want the money, Mark. BEGBIE: If everyone keeps their mouth shut, there'll be no ---- going to jail. MIKEY FORRESTER'S FLAT. DAY Heroin is in the process of being prepared for injection: heated,
drawn up, etc. RENTON (voice-over): I hadn't told anyone everything that was running through my mind about what might happen in London. There were a lot of possibilities I didn't want to talk to anyone about. Ideas best kept to myself. What no one told me was that when we bought the skag, some lucky punter would have to try it out. Begbie didn't trust Spud, and Sick Boy was too careful these days, so I rolled up my sleeve, spiked my vein, and did what had to be done. Renton injects the heroin into a vein in his arm. RENTON: It's good. It's really ----ing good! ROAD. NIGHT The bus travels towards London. RENTON (voice-over): Yeah, that hit was good. I promised myself another one before we got to London. Just for old time's sake. Just to piss Begbie off. BUS. NIGHT Sick Boy dabs at amphetamine. Spud drinks. BUS TOILET. NIGHT Renton cooks up in the bus toilet. RENTON (voice-over): This was to be my final hit. But let's be clear about this, there's final hits and final hits. What kind was this to be? BUS. NIGHT Begbie sits grimly. The others are relaxed. RENTON (voice-over): This was Begbie's nightmare. The dodgiest scam in a lifetime of dodgy scams being perpetrated with three of the most useless and unreliable ----ups in town. I knew what was going on in his mind: any trouble in London and he would dump us immediately. He had to. If he got caught with a bag full of smack on top of that armed robbery shit, he was going down for fifteen to twenty. Begbie was hard, but not so hard that he didn't ----- it off twenty years in prison. BEGBIE: Did you bring the cards? SICK BOY: What? BEGBIE: The cards. The last thing I said to you was mind the cards. SICK BOY: Well, I've not brought them. BEGBIE: It's ----ing boring after a while without the cards. SICK BOY: I'm sorry. BEGBIE: Bit ----ing late, like. SICK BOY: Well, why didn't you bring them? BEGBIE: Because I ----ing told you to do it, you doss ----. SICK BOY: Christ. LONDON. DAY The bus travels through London. STREET. DAY The gang enter a cheap hotel. Begbie's bag contains the heroin. HOTEL. DAY They are met by Andreas, a man in his late thirties of Mediterranean appearance. He shakes Sick Boy's hand. ANDREAS: These are your friends? SICK BOY: These are the guys I told you about. ANDREAS: OK. SICK BOY: Is he here? ANDREAS: Yes, he's here. I hope you didn't get followed or nothing. BEGBIE: We didn't get followed. Andreas leads them along a corridor and into a room. HOTEL ROOM. DAY An unexceptional Man and his Flunky are waiting. Begbie opens the bag and produces the two slabs of heroin. The Man weighs the heroin on a kitchen scale. RENTON (voice-over): Straight away he clocked us for what we were: small time wasters with an accidental big deal. MAN: Excuse me, gentlemen. The Man and Flunky go into the toilet with the heroin. Renton sits down. Spud leans nervously against the wall. Begbie lights a cigarette and then gives one to Sick Boy. A moment passes. The Man comes out of the toilet and sits down on the bed. MAN: So, what would you like for it? BEGBIE: Twenty thousand. MAN: Well, I'm afraid it's not worth much more than fifteen. BEGBIE: Nineteen. MAN: I'm terribly sorry, I can't go to nineteen. RENTON (voice-over): This was a real drag to him. He didn't need to negotiate. I mean, what the ---- were we going to do with it if he didn't buy it? Sell it on the streets? ---- that. BEGBIE: Well, ----ing sixteen, then. MAN: All right. ----ing sixteen it is. RENTON (voice-over): We settled on sixteen thousand pounds. He had a lot more in the suitcase, like, but it was better than nothing. The deal is done. The Man hands over the money and waits as it is counted, then leaves with the drugs. MAN: These, gentlemen, are two thousand pound bundles. Here's two, four, six, eight. I just want to say it's been a pleasure haggling with you. BEGBIE: Too ----ing right. The four celebrate, whooping and hollering. RENTON (voice-over): And just for a moment, it felt really great, like we were all in it together, like friends, like it meant something. A moment like that can touch you deep inside, but it doesn't last long, not like sixteen thousand pounds. LONDON PUB. DAY The pub is crowded with afternoon drinkers. Renton, Spud, Sick Boy, and Begbie sit drinking. Begbie is still keeping a firm hand on the sports bag, which now contains the money. SICK BOY: So what about you, Spud, any major investments on the horizon? RENTON: Buy yourself that island in the sun? BEGBIE: For four ----ing grand? One palm tree, a couple of rocks, and a sewage outflow. SPUD: I don't know. Maybe I'll buy something for my mom, and then buy some good speed, no bicarb, like, then get a girl, take her out like, and treat her proper. BEGBIE: Shag her senseless. SPUD: No, I mean true love. But I could really handle some hot sex with a Jewish princess or a Catholic girl. BEGBIE: You daft ----. If you're going to waste it like that, you might as well leave it all to me. Now get the drinks in. SICK BOY: I got a round already. SPUD: I got the last one. RENTON: It's your round, Franco. Begbie stands up. BEGBIE: OK. Same again? SICK BOY: I'm off for a pish. See that when I come back, that money's still here, OK? RENTON: The moment you turn your back, we're out the door. Sick Boy walks away towards the toilet. SICK BOY: I'll be right ----ing after you. BEGBIE: You'll never catch us, you flabby bastard. Right, see, when I come back... RENTON: We'll be halfway down the road with the money. BEGBIE: I'd ----ing kill you. RENTON: I guess you would, Franco. I guess you would. Begbie walks to the bar. Spud and Renton look at each other and at the bag of money. RENTON: Are you game for it? Spud looks at the bag and around the pub towards the toilet door and Begbie. Begbie stands at the bar, awaiting the pints. RENTON: Well? SPUD: Are you serious? Renton looks around. RENTON: I don't know. What do you think? Spud says nothing. Suddenly they are interrupted. SICK BOY: Still here, I see. RENTON: Yes, well, we wouldn't run out on a mate. SICK BOY: Why not? I know I would. Renton turns to see Begbie making his way through the crowd with
the pints held precariously. BEGBIE: For ----'s sake. MAN: Sorry, mate, I'll get you another. BEGBIE: All down my ----ing front, you ----ing idiot. MAN: Look, I'm sorry, I didn't mean it. BEGBIE: Sorry's no going to dry me off, you ----. RENTON: Cool down, Franco, the guy's sorry. BEGBIE: Not sorry enough for being a fat ----. MAN: ---- you. If you can't hold a pint, then you shouldn't be in the pub, mate, now ---- off. Begbie drops the remaining three pints. As the man looks down
to the falling glasses, Begbie smashes the fourth pint in his
face. SPUD: Jesus Christ. SICK BOY: Nice one, Franco. BEGBIE: Shut your mouth or you'll be next. SPUD: You've stabbed me, man. BEGBIE: You were in my way! Begbie, blade still in hand, addresses the entire pub. BEGBIE: Anyone else want to get in my way? You? You? Nobody says anything. Renton is seated as before, avoiding Begbie's gaze. Begbie addresses him. BEGBIE: Hey, Rent Boy, bring us down a smoke. Renton does not move. SICK BOY: We'd better go, Franco. SPUD: I've got to get to the hospital, man. BEGBIE (to Spud): You're not going to any hospital. (to Sick Boy): You're staying there. (to Renton): And you bring me down a ----ing cigarette. Renton swivels and stands up. BEGBIE: And the bag. Renton lifts the bag and slowly approaches Begbie. Renton, nervous,
hand shaking, pulls a packet of cigarettes from a cigarette and
holds it towards Begbie. Begbie does not move. Renton holds out
the bag. Begbie takes the bag. Renton selects a cigarette, puts
it in his own lips and lights it, and hands it over to Begbie. HOTEL ROOM. DAY Renton lies awake, sharing a bed with Begbie, who is asleep.
Spud and Sick Boy lie on the floor, both asleep. Begbie has an
arm draped over the bag, holding it close. STREET. DAY Renton walks away. RENTON (voice-over): Now, I've justified this to myself in all sorts of ways. It wasn't a big deal, just a minor betrayal. Or we'd outgrown each other, you know, that sort of thing. But let's face it, I ripped them off. My so-called mates. But Begbie, I couldn't give a shit about him, and Sick Boy, well, he'd have done the same to me if only he'd thought of it first, and Spud, well, I felt sorry for Spud. He never hurt anybody. LOCKER. DAY Passport being removed. Renton places a bundle of cash in the locker. HOTEL. DAY Prostitutes, punters, Spud, and Sick Boy line the corridor as two Policemen walk past. They beat a hasty retreat. HOTEL ROOM. DAY Begbie goes insane. STREET. DAY Renton continues his departure. RENTON (voice-over): So why did I do it? I could offer you a million answers, all false. The truth is that I'm a bad person, but that's going to change. I'm going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm going to be just like you. The job, the family, the ----ing big television, the washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electrical tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisurewear, luggage, three-piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, childre, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing the gutters, getting by, looking ahead, to the day you die. LOCKER. DAY Spud opens the locker to find the money. He takes it, smiles, and slams the locker shut. The End |