T2 Trainspotting

Tulloch: What is this? Sick Boy: This is for you. Tulloch: What? Sick Boy: It's a recording. Keep sake, so the memory need never fade. Tulloch: Who are you? Sick Boy: I'm your blackmailer and your salvation. You cooperate with me, no one will ever see this video. Now my research suggests that he's the deputy head master of one of Edinburgh leading private schools. you earn near enough 70,000 pounds per annum. It's not in my interest to squeeze you too hard, but it is 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. Tulloch: You disgusting shite! I will not stand for this! Sick Boy: Naturally, you'll have to lie to your wife. If you need inspiration, just imagine her reaction to that [Shows the pen drive]. Or how will this make interest of pupils at your elite private school. They might enjoy the interlude with the strap-on. I know I did. Sick Boy: I am gonna text you the details of the bank account

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Mr. Wilson: Give us your hands Frank, I am off for a dump. Begbie: Oh come on, give us a break. Mr. Wilson: That's the regulations Frank. Begbie: Where the fuck am I going to go. All these chips stuck to me. Give a man a bit of dignity for one sec. Mr. Wilson: All right. All right, Frank. Begbie: You're a good man Mr. Wilson. I respect you for that. Begbie: You fucking prick!

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Simon: Hello Mark. Mark: Simon. Simon: So what you've been up to... for 20 years? Mark: I've been in Amsterdam. Simon: Nice. Mark: Alright. Simon: So what else? Married? Mark: Aye. Simon: Nice. Mark: Dutch woman. Simon: Kids? Mark: Two. Simon: Boys or girls? Mark: One of each. Simon: Wee mark 'ey? Raise a chip off the old block. Mark: James actually, and Lora. How about you? Simon: I have a son. He is in London with his fucking whore mother. Mark: See him? Simon: Pretty regular, currently once every ten years! Mark: Alright. Sick Boy: Job? Mark: Aye. I did an accounting course. I work for a small business. Stock management software for the retail sector. Simon: Very nice. Well, as you can see I run my old aunty's pub. Very few customers, then they don't spend much. Sometimes I... I wonder if it's worth opening. The great wave of gentrification is yet to engulf us. There we go, eh? My lotted life! Mark: I see. Simon: [While beating mark] six...teen...thousand...pounds! You thieving fuck

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Spud: I can feel again Mark, you know. I need to detox the system. Renton: Oh Spud, detox the system... What does it even mean? It doesn't mean anything. It's not getting it out of your body, that is the problem, it is getting it out of your mind! You are an addict! Spud: You think I haven't heard that a 100,000 times Mark? You go 12 steps ahead of me comrade. Renton: So be addicted. Be addicted to something else. Spud: Like running until I feel sick? Renton: Yes! Or something else. You've got to channel it! You've got to control it! People try all sorts. Some people do boxing. Spud: Boxing? Renton: Well, it's just an example. I don't... I don't mean you should... Spud: So what did you channel it into? Renton: Getting away.

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Security guard: You not gonna give us a song? Renton: I can sing. I'll just... I'll just fucking make something up. You can play the piano. Simon: I can't play the fucking piano. Renton: You know those two chords. The fucking F and G march you used to play at school. Do that. [Renton takes the stage and Simon takes the piano] Good evening. My mate and I would like to sing a song that we wrote. Renton: No. Is... Is that it? It was the year of 1690, on the 11th of July, or the first in Julian calendar. Wait, wait, wait. Give me something with a little bit of rhythm. Here we go. It was on the field of battle, of hope we were bereft, but by the time that it was over, there were no more Catholics left. Renton: We looked up to King William, on his chin a royal cleft, and by the time that it was over, there were no more Catholics left. Aye! Fucking right. His strategy was strong, his strategy was deft, by the time that it was over, there were no more Catholics left, the battle now victorious.

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Mark: And it's midnight. Start again. Renton: So, there's this room service guy, right? And he comes into the room, and there is Georgie Best lying on the bed with two Playboy models. Three in a bed, champagne and a little bit of Charlie, and there's banknotes. But they're lying on the banknotes. Veronika: Lying on the money? Mark: Yes. Veronika: Why? Mark: I don't know. Because he has a lot of money. Or at least he had a lot of money at the time, anyway. The room service guy, he comes in, and he sees this scene that I just described to you, and he says, "George Best..." Simon: Greatest footballer of all time. Mark: Exactly. "The greatest footballer of all time, I have to ask you, "'Where did it all go wrong?'" Where did it all go wrong? Where did it all go wrong? Where did it all go wrong, George Best? Veronika: Yeah, but... I think that the room service guy, you know... I think he makes a very good point. No? Mark: He played for Hibs in 1979 between stints for the Fort Lauderdale Str

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