:39:01
Nothing could have
been further from the truth.
:39:03
- In point of fact,
nothing was gonna be just fine.
:39:07
- On the contrary,
everything was gonna be bad.
:39:09
Bad. I mean, everything was gonna be
even worse than it already was.
:39:13
No! My God!
No! No!
:39:16
No! My God! No! No!
:39:32
- Fuck.
:39:41
It wasn't my baby.
She wasn't my baby.
:39:45
Baby Dawn, she wasn't mine.
:39:47
- Spud's, Swanney's, Sick Boy's?
I don't know.
:39:52
Maybe Allison knew, maybe not.
:39:55
I wished I could think
of something to say.
:39:58
Something sympathetic,
something human.
:40:01
Say something, Mark.
:40:04
- Fucking say something, huh?
:40:14
I'm cooking up.
:40:34
Cook us up a shot, Rent.
I really need a hit.
:40:39
And so she did.
:40:41
I could understand that.
To take the pain away.
:40:46
So I cooked up,
and she got a hit.
:40:49
But only after me.
That went without saying.
:40:55
Well, at least we knew
who the father was now.
:40:57
- It wasn't just the baby
that died that day.