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 c*nts

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 c*nt.

Even wrote to the Queen.

-You've written to the Queen?

-Aye.

Never got back to us, like.

Too f***ing 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 f***ing jail for 20 years.

-You not f***ing notice?

-Of course, of course.

Diminished responsibility.

If that c*nt in the original trial had put on

a proper defense

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 f***ing mention it.

I cannot believe it.

What was the last f***ing thing I told you?

Mind and mention

the diminished responsibility,

you f***ing dumb c*nt!

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?

C*nt!

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.

Laboring, 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 anymore,

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 sh*t! 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 f***ing 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 f***ing do it.

You f***ing prick!

-You've stabbed us in the liver.

-Sh*t. Sorry, Franco.

Sh*t. 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.

Sh*t.

F***.

Grease me up.

Give it tight, though.

Slap it. Slap it.

Sh*t!

Hey! Hey! Don't f***ing touch her!

Don't you f***ing touch her.

You in this with her, are you?

You f***! F*** off!

I see you again, c*nt, you f***ing die.

F*** 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?

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