T2 Trainspotting Page #3

all these tubes stuck to me?

Give a man a little bit of dignity for once, eh?

Aye.

All right, Frank.

You're a good man, Mr. Wilson.

I respect you for that.

Ya f***ing prick.

Excuse me, sir.

Are you all right?

-Can I help?

-Aye. You can.

Hello, Mark.

Simon.

So, what you been up to for 20 years?

I've been in Amsterdam.

-Nice.

-All right.

What else? Married?

Aye.

-Nice.

-Dutch woman.

-Kids?

-Two.

-Boys or girls?

-One of each.

Little Mark, eh?

Bet he's a chip off the old block.

James, actually.

And Laura.

How about you?

I have a son.

He's in London with

his f***ing whore mother.

-See him?

-Pretty regular.

Currently once every 10 years.

All right.

Job?

Aye.

I did an accounting course.

I work for a small business.

Stock management software

for the retail sector.

Very nice.

Well, as you can see,

I'm running my old auntie's pub.

Very few customers

and they don't spend much.

Sometimes it's not even worth opening.

The great wave of gentrification

has yet to engulf us.

But there we go, eh?

-My lot in life.

-I see.

16,000!

You thieving f***ing bastard!

You missed a trick!

That's what hurts, isn't it?

That I had the brains and the f***ing balls

to steal the money and you didn't!

F***ing get off me.

-F***ing hell!

-Bastard.

Sh*t! F***!

You f***ing bastard.

Are you all right?

It will be fine.

Where is she?

None of your business.

Saved your life, though.

This is for you.

F***'s sake.

We did a deal back then.

Twenty years ago.

Couple of bags of H. Good quality stuff.

We took it to London.

Me, him, Begbie, Spud Murphy.

Sold it.

Not a bad price.

16,000, to be divided in four equal parts.

He ran off with it.

Took it all.

And now what does he think I am, a whore?

He can just pay me off?

4,000, not even any interest.

What am I supposed to do with that?

Buy a f***ing time machine?

Live my life all over again?

Only this time without being robbed

and betrayed by my best f***ing friend!

No, it doesn't work like that.

What I'm gonna do, Veronika,

is I'm gonna draw him back in as my friend,

my very best friend, my partner,

and then I'm gonna hurt him.

I'm gonna hurt him in every way that I can.

-200 short.

-I owed someone.

Yeah, you bought cocaine.

Shut it.

Veronika...

I'm gonna make him sorry he ever came back.

Shut up! What's the f***ing matter with you?

Frank, is that you?

Who the f*** else it gonna be?

But the police might be watching.

Well, that's why I came

in the back window, woman.

Do you still got my kitbag?

-Of course.

-Good.

Frank, you're bleeding.

It's nothing.

Just get us a plaster or something.

Here, let me.

No, leave it, leave it.

Dad?

Franco Junior.

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