1:11:02
so I could punt it on
to a guy in London.
1:11:06
We're just back
from Tommy's funeral
1:11:09
and you're discussing
a skag deal?
1:11:12
Aye.
1:11:16
What was your price?
1:11:18
- Four grand.
- You haven't got four grand.
1:11:21
We're 2,000 short.
1:11:23
Well, that's tough.
1:11:24
Mark, every cunt knows you've
been saving up down in London.
1:11:29
I don't have two grand.
1:11:31
You fucking do.
1:11:34
I've seen your bank statement.
1:11:37
For fuck's sake!
1:11:38
Two thousand,
1:11:40
one hundred
1:11:41
and thirty-three pound.
1:11:43
Two kilos.
What's that, ten years?
1:11:46
Mikey Forrester,
Russian sailors -
1:11:48
what the fuck are you on?
1:11:50
Spud, you've been to jail.
1:11:52
You want to go back?
1:11:54
I just want the money.
1:11:57
Keep your mouths shut
and no cunt goes to jail.
1:12:04
There were a lot
of possibilities
1:12:07
running through my mind
1:12:08
about what might happen
in London.
1:12:11
Things I didn't want
to talk to anyone about.
1:12:14
Ideas best kept to myself.
1:12:16
What no-one told me was
that when we bought the skag,
1:12:21
some lucky punter
would have to try it out.
1:12:25
Begbie didn't trust Spud
1:12:26
and Sick Boy
was too careful these days.
1:12:29
So I rolled up my sleeve,
1:12:32
I spiked my vein
1:12:33
and I did
what had to be done.'
1:12:38
It's good.
1:12:39
Oh, it's really fucking good!
1:12:47
That hit was good.
1:12:48
I promised myself another
before I got to London.
1:12:52
Just one,
for old time's sake.
1:12:55
Just to piss Begbie off.
1:12:57
This was his nightmare.
1:12:58
The dodgiest scam
in a life of dodgy scams.