T2 Trainspotting Page #2

-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 f*** 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."

F***.

Spud!

Spud.

Spud!

Spud.

F***ing hell!

F***!

F***!

F***.

You!

-You, you bastard!

-What?

What the f*** are you doing to me?

I was just f***ing saving your life!

Save my life?

You ruined my f***ing life, Mark.

You ruined it!

Now you're ruining my f***ing death, too!

Thanks a lot, amigo.

F***ing sh*t! 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 f***ing junkie!

Aye, suppose you were.

I still am!

F***'s sake.

You're looking well, though, Mark.

Aye.

Everyone says that.

Gonna be sticking around for a while?

No, I'm supposed to go back

in a couple of days.

Can you not stay a bit longer?

It'd be nice to see you, get to, you know,

spend some time together.

I don't know. I don't know.

I missed you, man.

Don't go trying to kill yourself again, eh?

No. Not while I got my friend in town, eh?

So...

You see old Simon?

Simon? No, no. He's probably too busy.

You got to see old Simon, man.

You know how it was, Spud.

You and Simon was like that, man.

Hello, Frank.

How are you feeling this morning?

A bit sore, doll.

Well, I'm sure we'll soon

be able to get rid of these tubes.

Thanks, darling.

Give us your wrist, Frank. I'm off for a dump.

Come on. Give us a break.

That's the regulations, Frank.

Where the f*** am I going to go,

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