
Trainspotting
EXT. STREET - DAY
Legs run along the pavement. They are Mark Renton's.
Just ahead of him is Spud. They are both belting along.
As they travel, various objects (pens, tapes, CDs,
toiletries, ties, sunglasses, etc.) either fall or are
discarded from inside their jackets.
They are pursued by two hard-looking Store Detectives in
identical uniforms. The men are fast, but Renton and Spud
maintain their lead.
RENTON (V.O.)
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose
a career. Choose a family, Choose
a fucking 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.
In a moment of detachment he stops and looks at the shocked
driver, then at Spud, who has continued running, then at
the Two Men, who are now closing in on him.
He smiles.
INT. SWANNEY'S FLAT ROOM - DAY
In a bare, dingy room, Renton lies on the floor, alone,
motionless and drugged.
RENTON (V.O.)
Choose good health, low cholesterol
and dental insurance. Choose fixed-
interest mortgage repayments. Choose
a starter home. Choose your friends.
On a flood lit five-a-side pitch, Renton and his friends
are taking on another team at football.
The opposition all wear an identical strip (Arsenal),
whereas Renton and his friends wear an odd assortment of
gear.
Three girls -- Lizzy, Gail, and Allison and Baby -- stand
by the side, watching.
The boys are outclassed by the team with the strip but
play much dirtier.
As each performs a characteristic bit of play, the play
freezes and their name is visible, printed or written on
some item of clothing. (T-Shirt, baseball cap, shorts,
trainers). In Begbie's case, his name appears as a tatoo
on his arm.
Sick Boy commits a sneaky foul and indignantly denies it.
Begbie commits an obvious foul and make no effort to deny
it.
Spud, in goal, lets the ball in between his legs.
Tommy kicks the ball as hard as he can.
Renton's litany continues over the action:
RENTON (V.O.)
Choose leisure wear and matching
luggage. Choose a three piece suite
on hire purchase in a range of
fucking fabrics. Choose D.I.Y and
wondering who you are on a Sunday
morning. Choose sitting on that
couch watching mind-numbing sprit-
crushing game shows, stuffing
fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of
it all, pishing you last in a
miserable home, nothing more than
an embarrassment to the selfish,
fucked-up brats you have spawned
to replace yourself. Choose your
future. Choose life.
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