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It was Wednesday morning. We were in the Volley, playing pool. That much is true. But, Begbie is playing absolutely fucking 'gash!'Tommy:He's got a hangover so bad, he can barely hold the cue, never mind pot a ball. And I'm doing my best to lose, you know trying to humour him like. But it's not doing any good. Every time I hit the ball, I seem to pot something. Every time Begbie goes near the table, he fucks it up.Tommy:Oh, for fuck sake.Tommy:So he's got the hump, right? But, finally I manage to set it up so that all he's gotta do is to pot the black, to savage a little bit of pride, and maybe not kick my head in, yeah? So he squares up... pressure shot...Tommy:And it all goes wrong, big time!Begbie:Fuck!Tommy:He picks on this speccy wee gadge at the bar, accusing him of putting him off by looking at him. I mean the man hasn't glanced in that direction
It was Wednesday morning. We were in the Volley, playing pool. That much is true. But, Begbie is playing absolutely fucking 'gash!'Tommy:He's got a hangover so bad, he can barely hold the cue, never mind pot a ball. And I'm doing my best to lose, you know trying to humour him like. But it's not doing any good. Every time I hit the ball, I seem to pot something. Every time Begbie goes near the table, he fucks it up.Tommy:Oh, for fuck sake.Tommy:So he's got the hump, right? But, finally I manage to set it up so that all he's gotta do is to pot the black, to savage a little bit of pride, and maybe not kick my head in, yeah? So he squares up... pressure shot...Tommy:And it all goes wrong, big time!Begbie:Fuck!Tommy:He picks on this speccy wee gadge at the bar, accusing him of putting him off by looking at him. I mean the man hasn't glanced in that direction
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It was Wednesday morning
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We were in the Volley playing pool that much is true
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But Begbie is playing absolutely fucking gash
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He's got a hangover so bad
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he can hardly hold the fucking cue never mind pot a ball
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I'm doing my best to lose You know trying to humor him like
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But it's not doing any good
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Every time I touch a ball I seem to pot something
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Every time Begbie goes near the table he fucks it up
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Oh fuck's sake
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So he's got the hump right
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But finally I managed to set it up
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so all he has to do is to pot the black to win one game
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to salvage a little bit of pride and maybe not kick my head in right
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So he's on the black pressure shot
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Then it all goes wrong big time
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Fuck
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Aargh
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He picks on this specky wee gadgie at the bar
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and accuses him of putting him off by looking at him
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He hasn't even glanced in our direction
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Movie Summary
Heroin addict Mark Renton stumbles through bad ideas and sobriety attempts with his unreliable friends -- Sick Boy, Begbie, Spud and Tommy. He also has an underage girlfriend, Diane, along for the ride. After cleaning up and moving from Edinburgh to London, Mark finds he can't escape the life he left behind when Begbie shows up at his front door on the lam, and a scheming Sick Boy follows.


