Trainspotting

Screenplay by John Hodge Based on the Novel by Irvine Welsh

Legs run along the pavement. They are Mark Renton's.Just ahead of him is Spud. They are both belting along.As they travel, various objects (pens, tapes, CDs,toiletries, ties, sunglasses, etc.) either fall or are discarded from inside their jackets.They are pursued by two hard-looking Store Detectives in identical uniforms. The men are fast, but Renton and Spud maintain their lead.
RENTON (V.O.)
Choose life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family, Choose a fucking big television, Choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players, and electrical tin openers.

Suddenly, as Renton crosses a road, a car skids to a halt, inches from him.In a moment of detachment he stops and looks at the shocked driver, then at Spud, who has continued running, then at the Two Men, who are now closing in on him.
He smiles.

Choose good health, low cholesterol
and dental insurance. Choose fixed-
interest mortgage repayments.
Choose a starter home. Choose your friends.
Choose leisure wear and matching
luggage. Choose a three piece suite
on hire purchase in a range of
fucking fabrics. Choose D.I.Y and
wondering who you are on a Sunday
morning. Choose sitting on that
couch watching mind-numbing sprit-
crushing game shows, stuffing
fucking junk food into your mouth.
Choose rotting away at the end of
it all, pishing you last in a
miserable home, nothing more than
an embarrassment to the selfish,
fucked-up brats you have spawned
to replace yourself. Choose your
future. Choose life.
I chose not to choose life: I chose
something else. And the reasons?
There are no reasons. Who need
reasons when you've got heroin?

...fantastico