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tommy:it was wednesday morning. we were in the volleyplaying pool. that much is true. but begbie is playingabsolutely fucking gash. he's got a hangover so bad hecan hardly hold the fucking cue,never mind pot a ball. i'm doing my best to lose,you know, trying to humor him, like,but it's not doing any good. every time i touch a ball,i seem to pot something. every time begbie goes nearthe table, he fucks it up.
oh, fuck's sake. so he's got the hump,right? but finally i manage to set itup so all he has to do is to pot the blackto win one game to salvagea little bit of pride and maybe not kickmy head in, right? so he's on the black,pressure shot... [ rustling ] ...and it all goes wrong,big-time. [ crunching ]
fuck! aah! he picks on this speckywee gadgee at the bar and accuses him of putting himoff by looking at him. i mean, can you believe it? the poor, wee cunt hasn'teven glanced in our direction. fuck off! he was going to chibhim, i tell you. then i thoughthe was going to do me.
the beggar'sfucking psycho, man. but he's a mate, you know,so what can you do? can i borrow this? renton:what indeed could one do? just stand back and watchand try not to get involved. [ glass shatters,woman screams ] begbie didn't do drugs, either.he just did people. that's what he got off on --his own sensory addiction. [ screaming ]
nobody move! [ screaming continues ] that lassie got glassed, and no cunt leaves here tillwe find out what cunt did it. who the fuck are you? yes! ohh! [ all shouting ]
