T2 Trainspotting (2017)

Jonny Lee Miller: Simon

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• Simon : [in the Highlands with Mark and Spud to remember Tommy]  Well, I'm trying hard, Mark, but I'm not feeling anything. We were young, bad things happened. It's over. Can we go home now?

  Renton : Two hours to the next train.

  Simon : Oh for fuck's sake.

  Renton : Look, we're here as an act of memorial.

  Simon : Nostalgia! That's why you're here. You're a tourist in your own youth. Just 'cause you had a near-death experience and now you're feeling all fuzzy and warm. What other moments will you be revisiting? Here's a good one: how about the time you sold Tommy his very first hit, leading him on to heroin addiction, HIV infection, and ultimately his death at the age of... what was it, 22? 23?

  Renton : 23.

  Simon : 23. How innocent was that?

  Renton : Aye, that's mine. How's yours?

  Simon : Don't know what you're talking about.

  Renton : She'd be a woman by now. Maybe kids of her own. But she never got that far, did she? Never got to lead her life. Because her father, someone who should have been looking after her, protecting his own infant, was too busy filling his own veins with heroin to check that she was breathing properly. Aye. How do you keep a lid on that one?

• Veronika : [to Renton and Simon, in Bulgarian]  You know nothing. You understand nothing. You live in the past. Where I come from, the past is something to forget, but here it's all you talk about. You are clearly so in love with each other that I feel awkward in your company. Instead of looking at me you should get naked and fuck each other.

  Renton : Aha. Cheers.

  Simon : Up your ass.

  Renton : Placebo.

  Veronika : [laughs] 

• Simon : You know, since we're having this conversation, I can tell you that fully consentual, emotionally driven, not-for-profit sexual intercourse has been attained.

  Renton : Simon, you're a romantic.

• [last lines] 

  Simon : He's doing what?

  Renton : Writing them down.

  Simon : Really?

  Renton : That's what he told me.

  Simon : Murphy?

  Renton : Apparently so.

  Simon : So, who's gonna read 'em?

  Renton : Well, that's the problem. Nobody.

• Simon : [Veronika takes an embarrassing picture of Mark and Simon]  Delete that right now.

  Veronika : Oh, I put it on Twitter. No one will see.

• Simon : I have a son. He's in London with his fucking whore mother.

  Renton : See him?

  Simon : Pretty regular. Currently, once every - 10 years.

• Simon : 20 years ago, a couple of bags of H, quality stuff, took it to London, Me, Begbie, Spud Murphy. Sold it. Not a bad price. 16,000 pounds, to be divided into four equal parts. He ran off with it. Took it all. And now, what does he think I am? A whore? He can just pay me off? 4,000 pound - not even any interest. What am I supposed to do with that? Buy a fuckin' time machine? Live my life all over again? Only this time, not being robbed and betrayed by my *best* fuckin' friend! No, it doesn't work like that.

• Simon : He hasn't changed in 20 years. Has the same smug little, cunty, grin across his ugly face.

• Veronika : Do you have money for all this?

  Simon : I'm gonna find the money. And I'm gonna do this - for you.

  Veronika : When, Simon? I cannot live on a promise.

  Simon : Soon. I promise.

• Renton : Three months ago, I suffered what I been told was an episode of acute coronary insufficiency - like a heart attack. They put a - tube in here and I've got a metal stint in my left coronary artery. Good as new, apparently. Good as new. It should last another 30 years, they said. But, they didn't say what to do with those 30 years. 2 or 3, 5, I'll take that. I can cope with that. I can think of enough things to do to piss away what remains; but, 30? What am I supposed to do with that? I'm 46 and I'm fucked! I've got no home. I've got nowhere to think of as a home. I don't really know anyone. And what's the substance of our acquaintance?

  Simon : Friendship, please.

• Simon : Naturally, you'll have to lie to your wife. If you need inspiration, just imagine her reaction to that.

  [holds up a thumb drive] 

  Simon : Or, how this might interest the pupils of that leading private school. I think they might enjoy the end a little bit with the strap on. I know I did. I'm going to text you the details of a bank account. I expect to see a thousand pound payment in there - by the end of the week.

• Simon : As you can see, I'm running my old Auntie's pub. Very few customers and they don't spend much. Sometimes its not even worth openin'. The great wave of gentrification has yet to engulf us.

• Simon : [looks around his apartment]  Its not a mess, is it?

  Renton : No, its just masculine.

• Veronika : 200 short.

  Simon : I owed someone.

  Veronika : Yeah, you bought cocaine.

• Renton : [pitch before a board for a small business grant for Veronika's 'sauna']  This is the renovation and conversion of an iconic Leith building. We see it very much as being an artisanal Bed and Breakfast experience. A destination in its own right. Artworks by local artists on the walls. Locally sourced fresh food. Outreach programs to inspire children in school to think 'outside the box'. To inspire in them a belief that: Yes, they can. There was a time when this port served thousands of ships around the globe. Now, it can rise again. And we believe our business will occupy a central role both physically and emotionally - at the heart of this new wave of regeneration in Leith.

  Simon : Leith 2.1.

  Renton : Exactly.