1:09:06
Have you got a passport?
1:09:08
Why?
1:09:10
I met this bloke.
1:09:12
Runs a hotel, brothel.
1:09:14
Loads of contacts.
1:09:16
Does a nice sideline in punting
British passports to foreigners.
1:09:20
Get you a good price.
1:09:22
And why would I want
to sell my passport?
1:09:29
It was just an idea.
1:09:32
I had to get rid of them.
1:09:34
Sick Boy didn't do his drug deal,
and he didn't get rich.
1:09:37
Instead, he and Begbie just hung around
my bedsit looking for things to steal.
1:09:42
I decided to offer them one of London's
most desirable properties.
1:10:11
- But, of course,
they weren't paying any rent.
1:10:14
So when my boss found
two desperate suckers who would...
1:10:16
Sick Boy and Begbie were bound
to feel threatened.
1:10:20
Yep, lots of storage.
1:10:22
All mod cons, 320 quid a week.
1:10:27
- And that was that.
1:10:30
But by then we had
another reason to go back:
1:10:33
Tommy.
1:10:35
Tommy knew he'd got the virus,
but he never knew he's gone full blown.
1:10:39
What was it, pneumonia or cancer?
1:10:42
No, toxoplasmosis.
1:10:45
It's like a stroke.
1:10:47
How's that?
1:10:49
He wanted to see Lizzy again.
1:10:51
She wouldn't even
let him near the house.
1:10:54
So he bought her a present.
He brought her this kitten.
1:10:57
- But Lizzy told him
where to fucking stick it.
- Exactly.