1:14:01
And I offered to take it off his hands
at a very reasonable price...
1:14:04
with the intention of punting it
on myself to a guy I know in London.
1:14:08
We've just come back
from Tommy's funeral...
1:14:11
and you're talking
about a skag deal?
1:14:14
Aye.
1:14:19
What was your price?
1:14:22
- Four grand.
- You haven't got four grand.
1:14:24
- We're 2,000 short.
- Well, that's tough.
1:14:28
Look, Mark, every cunt knows
you've been saving up in London.
1:14:32
- I'm sorry, boys.
I do not have two grand.
1:14:35
Aye, you fucking do.
1:14:37
I've seen
your bank statement.
1:14:41
- For fuck's sake.
- Two thousand...
1:14:44
one hundred
and thirty-three pound.
1:14:48
Two kilos.
What is that, ten years?
1:14:51
Mikey Forrester. Russian sailors.
What the fuck are you boys on?
1:14:54
Eh? Spud, you've already
been to jail.
1:14:57
What's the deal?
You like it so much you want to go back?
1:14:59
I just want the money, Mark.
1:15:01
If everybody keeps their fucking mouth
shut, there'll be no cunt going to jail.
1:15:11
I hadn't told anyone everything
that was running through my mind...
1:15:13
about what might happen
in London.
1:15:15
There were a lot of possibilities
I didn't want to talk to anyone about.
1:15:19
Ideas best kept to myself.
1:15:22
What no one told me was that
when we bought the smack...
1:15:24
some lucky punter
would have to try it out.
1:15:31
Begbie didn't trust Spud.
1:15:33
Sick Boy was too careful
these days.
1:15:35
So I rolled up my sleeve,
I spiked my vein...
1:15:38
and I did what had to be done.
1:15:44
It's good.
1:15:46
Oh, it's really
fucking good.
1:15:53
Yeah, that hit was good.
1:15:56
I promised myself another one
before we got to London.
1:15:59
Just the one hit.
Just for old time's sake.