1:08:01
A joke's a fucking joke. You mention
that again, and I'll cut you up.
1:08:06
You understand?
1:08:13
Since I last saw him...
1:08:15
Sick Boy had reinvented himself
as a pimp and a pusher...
1:08:18
and was here, he said,
to mix business and pleasure...
1:08:21
setting up contacts,
as he constantly informed me...
1:08:24
for the great smack deal
that was one day going to make him rich.
1:08:34
Good chips.
1:08:36
I can't believe
you did that.
1:08:40
I got a good price for it.
Rents, I need the money.
1:08:46
It was my fucking telly!
1:08:48
Christ, if I'd known you were
gonna get so humpty about it...
1:08:51
I wouldn't have bothered.
1:08:56
Fucking rented anyway.
1:08:59
Are you gonna eat that?
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.