“All right, Murphy?” – Franco, T2 Trainspotting ... Movie Quotes Database

Franco: All right, Murphy?
Murphy: Franco.
Franco: Sit down, sit down. Now... So where is he? Don't say, "Who? Don't say, "I don't know." Just **** tell me where he is. Still a junkie, Murphy?
Murphy: No. I'm clean now, Frank.
Franco: You? Clean? **** joke. [Observing yellow pages taped to the wall] What is all this shit anyway?!
Murphy: It's just, like, stories and that.
Franco: "Stories"? What are you writing stories for? Who's gonna read shit written by a **** like you?
Murphy: Just thought maybe my grandchildren, or...
Franco: You got grandchildren?
Murphy: No.
Franco: What you writing **** stories for them for?! They may not even like stories! You thought of that?!
Murphy: No. That's a good point, Franco.
[Starts reading out a page]
Franco: "The sweat was lashing off Sick Boy." Sick... Sick Boy? What, is it about him?!
Murphy: It's about all of us, like.
Franco: All of you?! About me?!
Murphy: No, not about you.
Franco: **** better not be. "Strolling Through the Meadows." Here, [Hands page to Murphy] read it.
Murphy: What?!
Franco: Read it!
Murphy: Strolling Through the Meadows. The pubs, like, dead busy. It's full o' loco-locals and festival types. 'Cause the festival was going on, see, in the story. They're all having a little snort before heading off to the next show. Beg... Beg... I was definitely gonna cut this bit out, Frank.
Franco: Well, **** read it.
Murphy: Begbie's pissed his jeans.
Franco: I remember that night. Read on.
Murphy: What?
Franco: Read on. Read on.
Murphy: The boy, likes, just wouldn't hand over the wallet, even when Begbie pulled the knife, like. The last words I heard the dude say was, You won't use that. Begbie went **** crazy, got, like, that carried away with the bladework, you know. We nearly forgot the wallet, likes. Blood was flowing into the latrine, mixing with the piss.
Franco: Blood. Mixing with the piss. It was an ugly sight, man. Murphy. You've got hidden talents, man.
Murphy: Then it happens. All I did was put a pint of Export in front of Begbie. He takes one **** gulp out o' it. Then he throws the empty glass from his last pint straight over the balcony in a casual backhand motion. The glass crashes down on this girl's head, which splits open as she falls to her knees. Begbie's on his feet and we're racing down the stairs, and he shouts... [Franco rises up and passionately re-enacts the scene speaking in unison with Murphy] That lady got glassed! And no **** leaves here till I find out what **** did it."
Franco: That is lovely. What else have you got? What's this? What's this? London, London. Renton had never seen so much money. He stole the money. Took it from his friends."
Murphy: What? No, that is just a story, that one. That is just a little story. Renton felt no sympathy for Begbie. No. Renton's real guilt was for Spud. He loved Spud. Spud had never hurt anybody. If there was one person whom Renton would try to compensate, it was Spud."
Franco: "Compensate"? I'm only gonna **** ask you this once. How much money did he leave you?
Murphy: £4,000. Left it in a locker.
Franco: Well, you didn't **** tell us that at the time.
Murphy: I'm sorry, Franco.
Franco: Don't **** move.
Murphy: I did steal the money, but they shouldn't have been surprised. I mean, we stole from all sorts of people. Shops, businesses, neighbors, family. Friends was just one more class of victim. In the morning, when you were gone with my money, I was furious, but also I thought,
Franco: "'Course he's taken it. "Why wouldn't he?"
Viktoria: Daniel?
Murphy: It's me. I'm not here.
Viktoria: What do you mean, you're not here?
Murphy: Go! Veronika, you cannot be here. Please. It's not safe for you, kitten-cat. You got to vamoose.
Viktoria: What happened?
Murphy: Tell Mark. Tell Simon. They need to run quick. The Beggar is on the loose. Please, Veronika, he'll be back at any minute.
Viktoria: Who will be back? [Franco appears in doorway]
Franco: Well, well, well. Rescue. This your bird, Murphy?
Murphy: Please, Franco, leave her alone. She has nothing to do with this. [Franco forces Veronika up against a wall with his face menacing hers]
Franco: 'Course she hasn't. What would she be doing with an ugly **** like you? What's your name, doll?
Viktoria: Veronika.
Franco: Veronika. Well, that's lovely. And how do you know Mr. Murphy here?
Viktoria: Simon.
Franco: Simon? Good old Simon. And what about Simon's very best friend? You know him and all? You got a phone?
Viktoria: A phone?
Franco: Aye. A mobile phone. You know the kind of thing.
Viktoria: Yes.
Franco: Give it.
Viktoria: But you have to let us go. Both of us.
...
Murphy: Another?
Viktoria: No, I'm fine.
Murphy: Where are you going? You shouldn't be out in this neck of the woods, kitten-cat.
Viktoria: I have a plan for us.
Murphy: What?
[Franco continues reading]
Franco: We went for a piss in the old Leith Central Station. Me, Renton and Begbie. Place was empty, soon to be demolished. Some size o' station this was. Used to be steam engines to all over from here. Choo-****-choo! An old drunkard, whom Begbie had been looking at, lurched up to us, wine bottle in his hand. What're you up to, lads, eh? Trainspotting? In Leith Central? He says, laughing. I noticed Begbie seemed strangely subdued and uncomfortable. They **** turn it on for you. **** shit-bag! It was only then I realized the old wino was Begbie's father. First, there is an opportunity. And then, there's a betrayal. And that's how it ends.

Franco : All right, Murphy? Murphy : Franco. Franco : Sit down, sit down. Now... So where is he? Don't say, "Who? Don't say, "I don't know." Just **** tell me where he is. Still a junkie, Murphy? Murphy : No. I'm clean now, Frank. Franco : You? Clean? **** joke. [ Observing yellow pages taped to the wall ] What is all this shit anyway?! Murphy : It's just, like, stories and that. Franco : "Stories"? What are you writing stories for? Who's gonna read shit written by a **** like you? Murphy : Just thought maybe my grandchildren, or... Franco : You got grandchildren? Murphy : No. Franco : What you writing **** stories for them for?! They may not even like stories! You thought of that?! Murphy : No. That's a good point, Franco. [ Starts reading out a page ] Franco : "The sweat was lashing off Sick Boy." Sick... Sick Boy? What, is it about him?! Murphy : It's about all of us, like. Franco : All of you?! About me?! Murphy : No, not about you. Franco : **** better not be. "Strolling Through the Meadows." Here, [ Hands page to Murphy ] read it. Murphy : What?! Franco : Read it! Murphy : Strolling Through the Meadows. The pubs, like, dead busy. It's full o' loco-locals and festival types. 'Cause the festival was going on, see, in the story. They're all having a little snort before heading off to the next show. Beg... Beg... I was definitely gonna cut this bit out, Frank. Franco : Well, **** read it. Murphy : Begbie's pissed his jeans. Franco : I remember that night. Read on. Murphy : What? Franco : Read on. Read on. Murphy : The boy, likes, just wouldn't hand over the wallet, even when Begbie pulled the knife, like. The last words I heard the dude say was, You won't use that. Begbie went **** crazy, got, like, that carried away with the bladework, you know. We nearly forgot the wallet, likes. Blood was flowing into the latrine, mixing with the piss. Franco : Blood. Mixing with the piss. It was an ugly sight, man. Murphy. You've got hidden talents, man. Murphy : Then it happens. All I did was put a pint of Export in front of Begbie. He takes one **** gulp out o' it. Then he throws the empty glass from his last pint straight over the balcony in a casual backhand motion. The glass crashes down on this girl's head, which splits open as she falls to her knees. Begbie's on his feet and we're racing down the stairs, and he shouts... [ Franco rises up and passionately re-enacts the scene speaking in unison with Murphy ] That lady got glassed! And no **** leaves here till I find out what **** did it." Franco : That is lovely. What else have you got? What's this? What's this? London, London. Renton had never seen so much money. He stole the money. Took it from his friends." Murphy : What? No, that is just a story, that one. That is just a little story. Renton felt no sympathy for Begbie. No. Renton's real guilt was for Spud. He loved Spud. Spud had never hurt anybody. If there was one person whom Renton would try to compensate, it was Spud." Franco : "Compensate"? I'm only gonna **** ask you this once. How much money did he leave you? Murphy : £4,000. Left it in a locker. Franco : Well, you didn't **** tell us that at the time. Murphy : I'm sorry, Franco. Franco : Don't **** move. Murphy : I did steal the money, but they shouldn't have been surprised. I mean, we stole from all sorts of people. Shops, businesses, neighbors, family. Friends was just one more class of victim. In the morning, when you were gone with my money, I was furious, but also I thought, Franco : "'Course he's taken it. "Why wouldn't he?" Viktoria : Daniel? Murphy : It's me. I'm not here. Viktoria : What do you mean, you're not here? Murphy : Go! Veronika, you cannot be here. Please. It's not safe for you, kitten-cat. You got to vamoose. Viktoria : What happened? Murphy : Tell Mark. Tell Simon. They need to run quick. The Beggar is on the loose. Please, Veronika, he'll be back at any minute. Viktoria : Who will be back? [ Franco appears in doorway ] Franco : Well, well, well. Rescue. This your bird, Murphy? Murphy : Please, Franco, leave her alone. She has nothing to do with this. [ Franco forces Veronika up against a wall with his face menacing hers ] Franco : 'Course she hasn't. What would she be doing with an ugly **** like you? What's your name, doll? Viktoria : Veronika. Franco : Veronika. Well, that's lovely. And how do you know Mr. Murphy here? Viktoria : Simon. Franco : Simon? Good old Simon. And what about Simon's very best friend? You know him and all? You got a phone? Viktoria : A phone? Franco : Aye. A mobile phone. You know the kind of thing. Viktoria : Yes. Franco : Give it. Viktoria : But you have to let us go. Both of us. ... Murphy : Another? Viktoria : No, I'm fine. Murphy : Where are you going? You shouldn't be out in this neck of the woods, kitten-cat. Viktoria : I have a plan for us. Murphy : What? [ Franco continues reading ] Franco : We went for a piss in the old Leith Central Station. Me, Renton and Begbie. Place was empty, soon to be demolished. Some size o' station this was. Used to be steam engines to all over from here. Choo-****-choo! An old drunkard, whom Begbie had been looking at, lurched up to us, wine bottle in his hand. What're you up to, lads, eh? Trainspotting? In Leith Central? He says, laughing. I noticed Begbie seemed strangely subdued and uncomfortable. They **** turn it on for you. **** shit-bag! It was only then I realized the old wino was Begbie's father. First, there is an opportunity. And then, there's a betrayal. And that's how it ends.