牧場的圣誕節(jié)
主演：Amanda Righetti Lindsay Wagner Laur Allen Archie Kao Dia Frampton
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Raised by her grandmother, Meemaw (Lindsay Wagner), after the death of her parents, urban power broker Haley (Laur Allen) hasn't been back to her family's Nashville ranch in years, but is summoned by her brother, Charles (Archie Kao), in a last-ditch effort to save their beloved land from the bank. When she reluctantly arrives just prior to Christmas, her introduction to ranch ...
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1 ) 一顆巧克力味的屎
奇葩的價值觀，文藝虛偽的救贖感。形成了一顆巧克力模樣的屎，或者說一顆屎味的巧克力。
男主可以坦然殺人、打女人、欺負殘疾人、打爆偶遇男人的眼睛，但是執(zhí)行任務的時候誤殺小孩，就痛苦糾結得想要自殺。然后一群人還點贊說好啊，真有人性原則，殺手界的良心！
呸。
這跟一邊吃豬頭一般恨不得把吃狗的人碎尸萬段，跟吹爆民國踩爆當今的人，一樣弱智。
弱就弱智在，樹立了道德上一種“絕對錯誤”和“絕對正確”，其實二者本質(zhì)上并不遙遠。
C說：混亂不靠譜的信念也是信念?。?/p>
我說：假如一個人被灌輸“吃毛豆是邪惡”的思想，有一天他無意中吃了一顆毛豆，痛苦萬分想自殺。作為旁觀者，你是哈哈大笑并且批評這個理念的引導者和信仰者呢？還是夸他真有原則好感動？
C說：可是這不是吃豆，這是殺小孩。
我說：作為殺手殺人不就是跟吃豆似的嗎？你看他對成年人多么不合理暴力得理所當然，黃豆綠豆紅豆都吃，就是誤吃毛豆就崩潰？這不好笑嗎？何況毛豆不就是幼年黃豆么。
C說：我明白了…可我還是喜歡那種感覺，看了電影我都想去布魯日旅游。
……
是的，在布魯日”這個名字也令人惡心，好像一個冷酷的人輕而易舉被一個城市的純潔美好給喚醒、救贖了似的。這和小清新粉草原青海湖覺得只有那里才能喚醒自我如出一轍。
這么說吧，魏晉以來，中國人總是相信山水能陶冶性情，洗滌塵世中沾染的污濁，事實上這不過是自欺欺人罷了，從來沒有哪座山、哪條河、哪個小城能救贖靈魂，無非是給人一種“我是自由的美好的”錯覺，而空洞的眼神、混亂的價值觀、蒼白的靈魂，造過的孽……不會有一絲改變。
相比之下，胖子隊友“寧可死也不殺兄弟”的信念要靠譜得多了。
2 ) 冰炭置我腸
出戲看過很久了，一直向人推薦說好說好。除了幾個英國來的人心領神會以外，別處好象都沉了大海。于是我決定很沒眼色地，痛說一說怎么個好法兒。順手推廣一下我頂喜歡的英國電影。
象所有其它的英國電影一樣，打虎親兄弟，上陣父子兵，電影里露的甭管大臉小臉，總是那些英國的臉。半部哈里波特都出現(xiàn)了：主角之一的老殺手是瘋眼漢 Brendan Gleeson，黑幫老板是伏地魔Ralph Fiennes，年輕殺手闖下大禍的project，被殺的神父是斯內(nèi)普Alan Rickman。
全世界的人都有偏見，或者說，叫stereotypes。英國人也不例外?？墒怯说膕tereotype編派得特別生動。白象一樣龐大的美國一家三口，極度環(huán)保的加拿大人，比利時旅游景點的售票員不可理喻的無禮，阿姆斯特丹出名的滿街都是妓女。老人熱愛中世紀藝術，年輕人只對美女感興趣。這些陳腐舊套如果放到好萊塢，也不過是多發(fā)一遍霉而已；在英國人手里就全都不同了。英國人不講扼殺創(chuàng)意的極度政治正確。一點都不奇怪：從維多利亞時代風氣幸存下來的文化，還有什么偽善沒見過，不敢嘲笑的？
喜劇片看得多，黑色幽默也看得多，但是象In Bruges這樣，一秒鐘讓人哭一秒鐘讓人笑的喜劇片還真的不多見。到電影漸漸進入緊張的時候，肝腸胃肺都擰到了一起。老殺手死去的一刻我真的馬上要哭出來，一分鐘以后黑幫老板詛咒一聲掏出地圖，我又要笑噴了。如是幾次三番，從開頭笑到最后?？墒菬艄饷髁磷叱鲭娪霸?，如果剛好有記者問我：你認為這是喜劇片嗎？我可能答不出，揉揉紅腫的眼睛。
很多美國電影為了抓人眼球，總是弄一個聳人聽聞的開頭，外星人都思不來的故事結構，再在電影的后半部分匆匆把所有情節(jié)和人物從四面八方收攏來，生硬地用鋼絲擰在一起，讓人在電影結束時生出咒罵“How dare you..."的沖動。In Bruges完全不是。每個人都個性鮮明，從開頭到場結尾絲毫未變?；旌谏鐣膸讉€男人，開旅館的正懷著孕的老板娘，打心眼里討厭外國人外地人的售票員，陰柔有錢的比利時槍販子和他不爭氣混街頭的蠢兒子。然而寫電影的人把他們象七巧板一樣拼成一出縱橫來去的電影，處處用榫頭嚴密地銜接起來。比起來，好萊塢電影根本是沒揉開的，夾著生面疙瘩的面團。
我尤其喜歡的是劇中人的人格魅力。人格魅力不一定非是高大全人物才有，劉慧芳那就不能算人格魅力，那是“神格”，用現(xiàn)代網(wǎng)絡語言來講，恐怕要叫“雷格”。人格魅力就是，某個人身上那一點讓人心生感動或欣賞的東西，就是人有時候不會放棄的一點堅持、固執(zhí)或者寬容?，F(xiàn)在流行的是分斤撥兩世界觀，理直氣壯聲稱自己平生至愛是真金白銀，把一切都折算成現(xiàn)金現(xiàn)美金（最近風頭不好，可能要換現(xiàn)歐元），是相當時髦的人格。并不是我清高，而是人們普遍高估了經(jīng)濟砝碼在自己和他人心目中的重量，尤其是在大部分人的生活早已免于凍餓之苦的年代。中國古話說“有錢能使鬼推磨”，其實現(xiàn)實中錢甚至不能使活人不慪氣。年輕殺手誤傷男孩以后的懊悔，老殺手對年輕殺手的愛護，冷血且有情緒控制問題的黑幫老板的堅持原則，懷孕的女旅館老板的勇敢，都讓人覺得他們活生生的能隨時走近來。年輕殺手第一晚去和漂亮女孩約會，一?？圩咏忾_又系上，系上又解開，如是三番。老殺手看在肚里，又好笑又體諒。黑幫老板和老殺手決斗前在街頭酒館對酌，背后笑話賣槍的比利時人是在家里練瑜珈的。那輕松的朋友一刻稍縱即逝，然而沒了它就完全不能解釋后面的情節(jié)發(fā)展。
當然所有的英國電影里我百看不厭的是那些人都穿得那么齊整。他們的西服和大衣完美合身，不象美國人的褲子總垮著，肩膀總聳著，領子總張著。電影結束以后，我念念不忘的是旅店女老板美麗的奶油白色大衣和桃紅圍巾，想著自己什么時候也一定要買一件。
象所有其它的英國電影一樣，打虎親兄弟，上陣父子兵，電影里露的甭管大臉小臉，總是那些英國的臉。半部哈里波特都出現(xiàn)了：主角之一的老殺手是瘋眼漢 Brendan Gleeson，黑幫老板是伏地魔Ralph Fiennes，年輕殺手闖下大禍的project，被殺的神父是斯內(nèi)普Alan Rickman。
全世界的人都有偏見，或者說，叫stereotypes。英國人也不例外?？墒怯说膕tereotype編派得特別生動。白象一樣龐大的美國一家三口，極度環(huán)保的加拿大人，比利時旅游景點的售票員不可理喻的無禮，阿姆斯特丹出名的滿街都是妓女。老人熱愛中世紀藝術，年輕人只對美女感興趣。這些陳腐舊套如果放到好萊塢，也不過是多發(fā)一遍霉而已；在英國人手里就全都不同了。英國人不講扼殺創(chuàng)意的極度政治正確。一點都不奇怪：從維多利亞時代風氣幸存下來的文化，還有什么偽善沒見過，不敢嘲笑的？
喜劇片看得多，黑色幽默也看得多，但是象In Bruges這樣，一秒鐘讓人哭一秒鐘讓人笑的喜劇片還真的不多見。到電影漸漸進入緊張的時候，肝腸胃肺都擰到了一起。老殺手死去的一刻我真的馬上要哭出來，一分鐘以后黑幫老板詛咒一聲掏出地圖，我又要笑噴了。如是幾次三番，從開頭笑到最后?？墒菬艄饷髁磷叱鲭娪霸?，如果剛好有記者問我：你認為這是喜劇片嗎？我可能答不出，揉揉紅腫的眼睛。
很多美國電影為了抓人眼球，總是弄一個聳人聽聞的開頭，外星人都思不來的故事結構，再在電影的后半部分匆匆把所有情節(jié)和人物從四面八方收攏來，生硬地用鋼絲擰在一起，讓人在電影結束時生出咒罵“How dare you..."的沖動。In Bruges完全不是。每個人都個性鮮明，從開頭到場結尾絲毫未變?；旌谏鐣膸讉€男人，開旅館的正懷著孕的老板娘，打心眼里討厭外國人外地人的售票員，陰柔有錢的比利時槍販子和他不爭氣混街頭的蠢兒子。然而寫電影的人把他們象七巧板一樣拼成一出縱橫來去的電影，處處用榫頭嚴密地銜接起來。比起來，好萊塢電影根本是沒揉開的，夾著生面疙瘩的面團。
我尤其喜歡的是劇中人的人格魅力。人格魅力不一定非是高大全人物才有，劉慧芳那就不能算人格魅力，那是“神格”，用現(xiàn)代網(wǎng)絡語言來講，恐怕要叫“雷格”。人格魅力就是，某個人身上那一點讓人心生感動或欣賞的東西，就是人有時候不會放棄的一點堅持、固執(zhí)或者寬容?，F(xiàn)在流行的是分斤撥兩世界觀，理直氣壯聲稱自己平生至愛是真金白銀，把一切都折算成現(xiàn)金現(xiàn)美金（最近風頭不好，可能要換現(xiàn)歐元），是相當時髦的人格。并不是我清高，而是人們普遍高估了經(jīng)濟砝碼在自己和他人心目中的重量，尤其是在大部分人的生活早已免于凍餓之苦的年代。中國古話說“有錢能使鬼推磨”，其實現(xiàn)實中錢甚至不能使活人不慪氣。年輕殺手誤傷男孩以后的懊悔，老殺手對年輕殺手的愛護，冷血且有情緒控制問題的黑幫老板的堅持原則，懷孕的女旅館老板的勇敢，都讓人覺得他們活生生的能隨時走近來。年輕殺手第一晚去和漂亮女孩約會，一?？圩咏忾_又系上，系上又解開，如是三番。老殺手看在肚里，又好笑又體諒。黑幫老板和老殺手決斗前在街頭酒館對酌，背后笑話賣槍的比利時人是在家里練瑜珈的。那輕松的朋友一刻稍縱即逝，然而沒了它就完全不能解釋后面的情節(jié)發(fā)展。
當然所有的英國電影里我百看不厭的是那些人都穿得那么齊整。他們的西服和大衣完美合身，不象美國人的褲子總垮著，肩膀總聳著，領子總張著。電影結束以后，我念念不忘的是旅店女老板美麗的奶油白色大衣和桃紅圍巾，想著自己什么時候也一定要買一件。
3 ) In English。
我並不想隱瞞一開始我對這個片子是充滿叻不屑。
覺得好無聊。
比利時噠一個小城鎮(zhèn)和殺手能扯上甚麼關係。
也許是被美式警匪片薰陶噠看甚麼清淡噠片子都覺得沒味道。
但到最後一幕伏地魔兩槍三命噠結束自己噠生命時我才明白。
這才是英國人想要表達噠。
像個紳士一樣活著。
像個紳士一樣死去。
可能就是因為這樣。
本片中Harry噠才會因為面子特意離開倫敦來到童話一般噠Bruges。
這個電影把英國男人噠傲慢、偏見、固執(zhí)、正直全都表現(xiàn)出來。
歐洲噠味道就是無論多美好多幸福都會帶有一絲中世紀噠黑暗和血腥。
覺得好無聊。
比利時噠一個小城鎮(zhèn)和殺手能扯上甚麼關係。
也許是被美式警匪片薰陶噠看甚麼清淡噠片子都覺得沒味道。
但到最後一幕伏地魔兩槍三命噠結束自己噠生命時我才明白。
這才是英國人想要表達噠。
像個紳士一樣活著。
像個紳士一樣死去。
可能就是因為這樣。
本片中Harry噠才會因為面子特意離開倫敦來到童話一般噠Bruges。
這個電影把英國男人噠傲慢、偏見、固執(zhí)、正直全都表現(xiàn)出來。
歐洲噠味道就是無論多美好多幸福都會帶有一絲中世紀噠黑暗和血腥。
4 ) 我把<in bruges>的臺詞抄了一遍。?！巨D】
http://www.douban.com/people/1972084/
原作者三天時間出的臺詞，牛逼閃閃的人物。
2009-01-02 18:41:25
In Bruges
Ray:After I killed them, I dropped the gun in the Thames,washed the residue off me hands in the bathroom of a Burger King,and walked home to await instructions.Shortly thereafter, the instructions came through."Get the fuck out of London, youse dumb fucks.Get to Bruges."I didn't even know where Bruges fucking was.
It's in Belgium.
Ray:Bruges is a shithole.
Ken:Bruges is not a shithole.
Ray:Bruges is a shithole.
Ken:Ray, we've only just got off the fucking train.Could we reserve judgment on Bruges until we've seen the fucking place?
Ray:I know it's gonna be a shithole.
STREET
Ray:Shithole.
HOTEL
Ken:I think you have a couple of rooms booked under Cranham and Blakely?
Marie:Yes. No, we have one room booked.One twin room. Booked for two weeks.
Ray:Two weeks!
Ken:Do you have another room?
Marie:No, I'm afraid we're fully booked.With Christmas, everywhere is fully booked.
Ken:Okay.
ROOM
Ken:It's very pretty.
Ray:I'm not being funny, we can't stay here.
Ken:We've got to stay here until he rings.
Ray:Well, what if he doesn't ring for two weeks?
Ken:Then we stay here for two weeks.
Ray:For two weeks? In fucking Bruges? In a room like this?With you? No way!
Ken:Ray, I really don't like to say this...
Ray:You really don't like to say what?
Ken:Well... You know?
Ray:Fucking bring that up.
ON BOAT
Ray:Do you think this is good?
Ken:Do I think what's good?
Ray:You know, going round in a boat, looking at stuff.
Ken:Yes, I do.It's called "sightseeing."
Ken:Oh, look at that.It's a former hospital. From the 1100s.Bruges is the most well-preserved medieval townin the whole of Belgium, apparently.
SQUARE
Ken:Coming up?
Ray:What's up there?
Ken:The view.
Ray:The view of what? The view of down here?I can see that from down here.
Ken:Ray, you're about the worst tourist in the whole world.
Ray:Ken, I grew up in Dublin. I love Dublin.If I'd grown up on a farm and was retarded,Bruges might impress me.But I didn't, so it doesn't.
TOWER
Ken:Trying to get rid of me coins.3, 3.50, 4,4.10, 4.20, 4.30, 4.40, 4.50, 4.60,4.70,4.80,4.90.Will you take 4.90?
Clerk:Entry is 5 euro.
Ken:Come on, man, it's only 10 cents.
Clerk:Entry is 5 euro.
Ken:Happy in your work?
Clerk:Very happy.
ON THE TOWER
I like it here.
SQUARE
Americans:Been to the top of the tower?
Ray:Yeah. Yeah, it's rubbish.
Americans:It is? The guidebook says it's a "must-see".
Ray:Well, you lot ain't going up there.
Americans:Pardon me? Why?
Ray:I mean, it's all windy stairs. I'm not being funny.
Americans:What exactly are you trying to say?
Ray:What exactly am I trying to say?Youse are a bunch of fucking elephants!
Americans:Right, you...
Americans Woman:You know, you're just the rudest man. The rudest man!
Ken:What's all that about?
Ray:They're not going up there.
Ken:Hey, guys, I wouldn't go up there. It's really narrow.
Americans Woman:Screw you, motherfucker!
Ray:Americans, isn't it?
PUB
Ray:Now, this is more like it. Proper holidays.One gay beer for my gay friend,and one normal beer for me, because I am normal.This is the life.
Ken:We're not staying here getting pissed.We are quietly sightseeing, like he says,and awaiting his call to see what we do next.
Ray:This is my vote on what we should do.We give it another day, two days, max.Then we check the papers again, and if there's still nothing in them,we phone him and say,"Harry, thank you for the trip to Bruges,"it's been very nice, all the old buildings and that,"but we're coming back to London now,and hide out in a proper country,"where it isn't all just fucking chocolates."
Ken:My vote would be we quietly sightsee, like he says,and await his call to see what we do next.You don't even know we're here hiding out.
Ray:What are you talking about?
Ken:You don't even know we're not here on a job.
Ray:What, on a job?
Ken:Yeah.
Ray:Here in Bruges?
Ken:Yeah.
Ray:Here in Bruges, on a job?
Ken:Yeah.
Ray:Why? What did he actually say?
Ken:He didn't actually say anything.
Ray:Then why do you think it might be?
Ken:I don't think anything.But it's a bit fucking over-elaborate, isn't it?"Go take him to hide out." "Go take him to hide out where?""Go take him to hide out in fucking Bruges."You can hide out in Croydon.
Ray:Hmm.Or Coventry.Hmm.It is a bit over-elaborate.Hmm.But we haven't got any guns.
Ken:Harry can get guns anywhere.
ROOM
Ray:He's not gonna ring tonight.He's not gonna ring tonight.Let's go out.
Ken:Go out where?
Ray:The pub.
Ken:No!
Ray:Let's go out and have a look at some of the...All the old medieval buildings and that.Because I bet they look even better at night, all lit up.Yes!
STREET
Ken:That there is called the Gruuthuse Museum.
Ray:They all have funny names, don't they?
Ken:Yes, Flemish.
Ray:In here it says, "The Belgians twice sheltered"fugitive English Kings from being murdered,1471 and 1651."
Ken:I used to hate history, didn't you?It's all just a load of stuff that's already happened.What are they doing over there?They're filming something. They're filming midgets!
Ken:Ray!
Director:So, on this scene, you're supposed to walklike a little, tiny mouse, yeah?Okay? Great.
Ken:Ray, come on, let's go.
Ray:My arse, "Let's go." They're filming midgets.Oh, my God! Look at that girl.She's gorgeous!
Ken:Ray, we're going right now.
Ray:Fuck off, are we!This is the best bit of Bruges so far.You and your buildings.
Ray:Hello.Do you speak English?
Chloe:No.
Ray:Yes, you do. Everybody does.What are you filming midgets for?
Chloe:It's a Dutch movie. It's a dream sequence.It's a pastiche of Nicholas Roeg's Don't Look Now.Not a pastiche, but a...A "homage" is too strong. A "nod of the head"?
Ray:Wow, your English is very good.
Ray:A lot of midgets tend to kill themselves.A disproportionate amount.Herve Villechaize, of Fantasy Island.I think somebody off The Time Bandits.I suppose they must get really sad about, like,being really little and that.People looking at them and laughing at them.Calling them names. You know, "shortarse."There's another famous midgetI'm missing, but I can't remember.It's not the R2-D2 man. No, he's still going.I hope your midget doesn't kill himself.Your dream sequence will be fucked.
Chloe:He doesn't like being called a midget.He prefers "dwarf."
Ray:Well, this is exactly my point!People go around calling you a midget when you want to be called a dwarf.Of course you're gonna blow your head off!My name's Ray. What's yours?
Chloe:Chloe.How did you get past the security man?
Ray:Getting past security men, it's sort of my job.
Chloe:You're a shoplifter?
Ray:No, not a shoplifter.It's a good joke, though.No.I'll tell you what I am at dinner tomorrow night.
Ray:Fuck.
Ray:How fucking cool.
HOTLE
Marie:Mr. Blakely?
Ken:Yes. No, Mr. Cranham. No. Yes. Mr. Blakely. Yes.
Marie:You have a message.
Ken:Shit!
(Harry):Number one,why aren't you in when I fucking told you to be in?Number two,why doesn't this hotel have phones with fucking voicemailand not I have to leave messages with the fucking receptionist?Number three, you better fucking be in tomorrow nightwhen I fucking call againor there'll be fucking Hell to pay,I'm fucking telling you. Harry.
(Marie):I'm not the receptionist,I'm the co-owner with my husband Patrice. Marie.
ROOM
Ken:Would you turn the fucking light off!
Ray:Sorry, Ken.
Ken:Keep the fucking noise down!
Ray:Someone's in a mood.You'll never guess what.
Ken:Will you shut your fucking mouth, please, and go to sleep?
Ray:Oh, sorry.Except I've gotta take me contact lenses out.
Ray:Altogether,I had five pints of beer and six bottles.No. Six pints of beer and seven bottles.And you know what? I'm not even pissed!You'll never guess what, Ken.Ken, you'll never guess what.
Ken:What?
Ray:Got a date for tomorrow night.
Ken:I'm very happy for you.
Ray:With a girl.
Ken:Can you turn the light off, please?
Ray:Only been in Bruges one day,got a date with a girl in the film business,the Belgian film business.They're doing a film about a midget.
HOTEL
Ken:Miss?Marie?Sorry about the message last night.The man who left it is a bit of a...Well, he's a bit of a...
Marie:Cock?
Ken:Yes. He's a bit of a cock.
Marie:Morning.
Ken:Harry called last night.We missed him.
Ray:Jeez, he swears a lot, doesn't he?
Ken:We're staying in tonight. Whatever happens.
Ray:Hmm.Except...Hmm.
Ken:Hmm.Except "hmm" what?
Ray:Except only one of us needs to stay in,really.Uh-huh.
Ken:And which one of us would that be, now, Ray?I thought you didn't like Bruges.
Ray:I don't like Bruges, it's a shithole.But I did already say I had a date with a Belgian lady in the Belgian film business, which I did already say about before.
Ken:Just don't get into any fucking trouble.We're keeping a low profile.And this morning, and this afternoon,we are doing what I want to do.Got it?
Ray:Of course.Which, I presume, will involve culture.
Ken:Oh, we shall strike a balance between culture and fun.
Ray:Somehow I believe, Ken,that the balance shall tip in the favor of culture.Like a big, fat, fucking retarded, fucking black girl on a seesaw, opposite a dwarf.
CHURCH
Ken:Ray, did we or did we not agree that if I let you go on your date tonight,we'd do the things I wanted to do today?
Ray:We are doing the things that you wanted to do today.
Ken:And that we'd do them without you throwing a fucking moody,like some 5-year-old who's dropped all his sweets?
Ray:I didn't agree to that.I'll cheer up. I'll cheer up.
Ken:Up there, the top altar, is a phial brought back by a Flemish knight from the Crusades in the Holy Land.And that phial, do you know what it's said to contain?
Ray:No, what's it said to contain?
Ken:It's said to contain some drops of Jesus Christ's blood.Yeah, that's how this church got its name.Basilica of the Holy Blood.
Ray:Yeah.
Ken:Yeah.And this blood, right, though it's dried blood,at different times over many years,they say it turned back into liquid.Turned back into liquid from dried blood.At various times of great stress.
Ray:Yeah?
Ken:Yeah.So, yeah, I'm gonna go up in the queue and touch it,which is what you do.
Ray:Yeah?
Ken:Yeah. You coming?
Ray:Do I have to?
Ken:Do you have to? Of course you don't have to.It's Jesus' fucking blood, isn't it?Of course you don't fucking have to!Of course you don't fucking have to!
SQUARE
Ray:You little fucking cunt.
CHURCH
Ray:Murder, Father.
Churchman:Why did you murder someone, Raymond?
Ray:For money, Father.
Churchman:For money?You murdered someone for money?
Ray:Yes, Father.Not out of anger, not out of nothing. For money.
Churchman:Who did you murder for money, Raymond?
Ray:You, Father.
Churchman:I'm sorry?
Ray:I said you, Father.What, are you deaf?Harry Waters says hello.
Churchman:The little boy.
ON THE PAPER..
1.Being moody.
2.Being bad at maths.
3.Being Sad.
MUSEUM
Ray:I quite like this one.All the rest were rubbish by spastics,but this one's quite good.What's that all about, then?
Ken:It's Judgment Day, you know?
Ray:Oh, yeah.What's that then?
Ken:Well, it's, you know, the final day on Earth.When mankind will be judged for all the crimes.they've committed and that.
Ray:And see who gets into Heaven and who gets into Hell and all that?
Ken:Yeah.
Ray:And what's the other place?
Ken:Purgatory.
Ray:Purgatory?
Ken:Purgatory's kind of like the in-betweeny one.
Ray:You weren't really shit, but you weren't all that great, either.Like Tottenham.Do you believe in all that stuff, Ken?
Ken:About Tottenham?
Ray:The Last Judgment and the afterlife.Guilt and sins and Hell and all that?
Ken:Um...Well...
SQUARE
Ken:I don't know, Ray. I don't know what I believe.The things you're taught as a child,they never really leave you, do they?So, like, I believe in trying to lead a good life.Like, if there's an old lady, carrying her shopping home,I don't try and help her carry her shopping, I don't go that far,but I'll certainly hold the door open for her and that,and let her go out before me.
Ray:Yeah. And anyway, if you tried to help her carry her shopping,she'd probably think you were just trying to nick her shopping.
Ken:Exactly.
Ray:This is the world we live in today.
Ken:At the same time as trying to lead a good life,I have to reconcile myself with the fact that, yes, I have killed people.Not many people. Most of them were not very nice people.Apart from one person.
Ray:Who's that?
Ken:This fellow, Danny Aliband's brother.He was just trying to protect his brother. Like you or I would.He was just a lollipop man.He came at me with a bottle. What are you gonna do?I shot him down.
Ray:Hmm.In my book, though, sorry, someone comes at you with a bottle,that is a deadly weapon, he's gotta take the consequences.
Ken:I know that in my heart.I also know that he was just trying to protect his brother, you know?
Ray:I know. But a bottle, that can kill you.It's a case of it's you or him.If he'd come at you with his bare hands, that'd be different.That wouldn't have been fair.
Ken:Well, technically, your bare hands can kill somebody, too.They can be deadly weapons, too.I mean, what if he knew karate, say?
Ray:You said he was a lollipop man.
Ken:He was a lollipop man.
Ray:What's a lollipop man doing knowing fucking karate?
Ken:I'm just saying.
Ray:How old was he?
Ken:About 50.
Ray:What's a 50-year-old lollipop man doing knowing fucking karate? What was he, a Chinese lollipop man? Jesus, Ken, I'm trying to talk about...
Ken:I know what you're trying to talk about.
Ray:I killed a little boy. You keep bringing up fucking lollipop men!
Ken:You didn't mean to kill a little boy.
Ray:I know I didn't mean to.But because of the choices I made and the course that I put into action,a little boy isn't here anymore.And he'll never be here again.I mean here in the world, not here in Belgium.Well, he'll never be here in Belgium, either, will he?I mean, he might have wanted to come here when he got older.I don't know why.And that's all because of me.He's dead because of me.And I'm trying to...I'm trying to get me head around it, but I can't.I will always have killed that little boy.That ain't ever going away. Ever.Unless...Maybe I go away.
Ken:Don't even think like that.
ROOM
Ken:You look good.
Ray:What's it matter anyway?
PUB
Chloe:So, what do you do, Raymond?
Ray:I shoot people for money.
Chloe:What kinds of people?
Ray:Priests. Children. You know, the usual.
Chloe:Is there a lot of money to be made in that line of business?
Ray:There is in priests. There isn't in children.So what is it you do, Chloe?
Chloe:I sell cocaine and heroin to Belgian film crews.
Ray:Do you?
Chloe:Do I look like I do?
Ray:You do, actually.Do I look like I shoot people?
Chloe:No.Just children.
Ray:Mmm-hmm.I saw your midget today.Little prick didn't even say hello.
Chloe:Well, he's on a lot of ketamine.
Ray:What's that?
Chloe:Horse tranquilizer.
Ray:A horse tranquilizer?Where'd he get that?
Chloe:I sold it to him.
Ray:You can't sell horse tranquilizers to a midget!
Chloe:This movie, I think it's gonna be a very good one.There's never been a classic movie made in Bruges until now.
Ray:Of course there hasn't, it's a shithole.
Chloe:Bruges is my hometown, Ray.
Ray:Well, it's still a shithole.
Chloe:It's not a shithole.
Ray:What? Even midgets have to take drugs to stick it.
Chloe:Okay.So, you've insulted my hometown.You're doing very well, Raymond.Why don't you tell me some Belgian jokes while you're at it?
Ray:I don't know any Belgian jokes.And if I did, I think I'd have the good sense not to...Hey, hang on. Is Belgium where there were all those child abuse murders lately?Then I do know a Belgian joke.What's Belgium famous for?Chocolates and child abuse.And they only invented the chocolates to get to the kids.What?
Chloe:One of the girls they murdered was a friend of mine.
Ray:I'm sorry, Chloe.
Chloe:One of the girls they murdered wasn't a friend of mine.I just wanted to make you feel bad.And it worked. Quite well.
Canadians:Fucking unbelievable.
Ray:What's fucking unbelievable?
Canadians:Are you talking to me?
(He pauses, even though he should just hit the cunt.And he repeats.)
Ray:Yes, I am talking to you. What's fucking unbelievable?
Canadians:Well, I'll tell you what's fucking unbelievable, shall I?Blowing cigarette smoke straight into myself and my girlfriend's face.
That's fucking unbelievable!
Ray:This is the smoking section.
Canadians:I don't care if it's the smoking section.All right? She directed it right in my face, man.I don't wanna die just because of your fucking arrogance.
Ray:Uh-huh. Isn't that what the Vietnamese used to say?
Canadians:Vietnamese? What are you talking about, the Vietnamese?That statement makes no fucking sense at all.
Ray:Yes it does. The Vietnamese!
Canadians:Well, saying it over and over ain't gonna make any more sense out of it.How does the Vietnamese have any relevance whatsoever to myself and my girlfriend having to breathe your friend's cigarette smoke?Tell me how saying...
Ray:That's for John Lennon, you Yankee fucking cunt!
Ray:A bottle? No, don't bother.
Ray:We're leaving.
OUT OF PUB
Ray:I don't hit women! I would never hit a woman, Chloe!I'd hit a woman who was trying to hit me with a bottle!That's different. That's self-defense, isn't it?Or a woman who could do karate.I'd never hit a woman generally, Chloe. Don't think that.God, you're pretty.
Chloe:I have to make a call.
Ray:Oh, no.You've gone off me, now, haven't you?Just because I hit that fucking cow.
ROOM
Ken:Hello?
Harry:Where the fuck were you yesterday?
Ken:We just popped out for some dinner, Harry.We only popped out for half an hour.
Harry:Yeah? What'd you have?
Ken:For dinner?
Harry:Yeah.
Ken:Pizza, at Pizza Hut.
Harry:Was it nice?
Ken:Yeah, it was all right. I don't know. It was Pizza Hut.The same as in England.
Harry:Well, that's globalization, isn't it? Is Ray there with you?
Ken:He's in the toilet.
Harry:Can he hear?
Ken:No.
Harry:What's he doing?
Ken:What do you mean?
Harry:Is he doing a wee or a poo?
Ken:I don't know, Harry, the door's closed.
Harry:Send him out on an errand for half an hour,but don't make it sound suspicious.
Ken:Ray? Why don't you go out down to the pub for half an hour?Yeah, yeah, I know I said you couldn't,but might as well enjoy ourselves, eh?No, I don't know if they've got bowling anywhere.Could have a look.Yeah, see you.Yeah. He's gone.
Harry:What'd you say to him?
Ken:I said, "Why don't you go have a drink,you say you've been cooped up?"
Harry:What did he say?
Ken:Said, yeah, he would.And he might go have a look to see if there's a bowling alley around.
Harry:Was he just having a wee?
Ken:Yeah, I think so. I assume so.
Harry:Sure he didn't mind?
Ken:No, he was glad to get out.
Harry:He's definitely gone?
Ken:Yeah, yeah, he slammed the door.
Harry:That don't mean he's gone. Go check outside the door.
Ken:Harry, he's definitely gone.
Harry:You realize there are no bowling alleys in Bruges?
Ken:I realize that, Harry. The boy wanted to have a look anyway.
Harry:What are they gonna have, a medieval fucking bowling alley?
Ken:As I say, I think he was just glad to get out and about.
Harry:So, is he having a nice time, seeing all the canals and that?I had a lovely time when I was there.All the canals and the old buildings and that.
Ken:When were you here?
Harry:When I was seven. Last happy holiday I fucking had.Have you been on a canal trip, yet? Ken:Yeah.
Harry:Have you been down, like, all the old cobbled streets and that?
Ken:Yeah.
Harry:It's like a fairytale, isn't it, that place? Ken:Yeah.
Harry:With the churches and that. They're Gothic. Ken:Yeah.
Harry:Is it Gothic?
Ken:Yeah.
Harry:So he's having a really nice time?
Ken:Well, I'm having a really nice time.I'm not sure if it's really his cup of tea.
Harry:What?
Ken:You know, I'm not sure if it's really his thing.
Harry:What do you mean, "It's not really his thing"?What's that supposed to mean, "It's not really his thing"?What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Ken:Nothing, Harry.
Harry:It's a fairytale fucking town, isn't it?How can a fairytale town not be somebody's fucking thing?How can all those canals and bridges and cobbled streets and those churches,all that beautiful fucking fairytale stuff,how can that not be somebody's fucking thing, eh?
Ken:What I think I meant to say was...
Harry:Is the swan still there?
Ken:Yeah, the swan's...
Harry:How can fucking swans not fucking be somebody's fucking thing, eh?How can that be?
Ken:What I think I meant to say was,when he first arrived, he wasn't quite sure about it.You know, there's that big,dual carriageway when you get off the train?It mightn't have been here when you were here last, Harry.Well, as soon as he got into, like, the old town proper,and he saw the canals and the bridges and,you know, the swans and that,well, he just fucking loved it then.Couldn't get enough of it, the medieval part of town.It was just that initial, dual carriageway thing sort of put him off for a second.
Harry:Don't know if I remember a dual carriageway.Must be recent.Hasn't spoilt it, has it?
Ken:No, no, no, it's just that initial thing.And you know what?As we were walking through the streets,there was this sort of freezing fog hanging over everything,and it made it look almost like a fairytale or something.And he turned to me, do you know what he said?
Harry:What'd he say?
Ken:He said, "Ken, I know I'm awake,but I feel like I'm in a dream."
Harry:Yeah? He said that?
Ken:Yeah.
Harry:Meaning, like, in a good dream?
Ken:Yeah. Of course, like in a good dream.
Harry:Oh, good. I'm glad he likes it there.I'm glad we were able to give him something.
Something good and happy. Because he wasn't a bad kid, was he?
Ken:Huh?
Harry:He wasn't a bad kid, was he?Listen, take down this address. Raamstraat 17.That's "Raam," like "Ram," but with an extra "a."
Ken:Raamstraat 17.
Harry:You got that?
Ken:Yes, Raamstraat 17.
Harry:Good. There'll be a man there tomorrow morning at 9:00.His name's Yuri.
Ken:Yuri.
Harry:He'll give you the gun.Ring me on the public phone at Jimmy Driscoll's about 3:00 or 4:00 tomorrow, after it's done.
Ken:After what's done?
Harry:Are you being thick?
Ken:No.
Harry:Listen, I like Ray.He was a good bloke, but when it all comes down to it.You know, he blew the head off a little fucking kid.And you brought him in, Ken.So if the buck don't stop with him, where does it stop?Ken?If the buck don't stop with him, where does it stop?
Ken:It stops with me, Harry. That's an easy one.
Harry:Look, don't get shirty, Ken.Listen, I'm just glad that I was able to do something for the boy before he went.
Ken:Do what for the boy?
Harry:You know, have him get to see Bruges.I'd like to go to see Bruges again before I die.What was it he said again about... Yeah, "It's like a dream."
Ken:"I know I'm awake, but I feel like I'm in a dream."
Harry:Yeah.Give me a call when he's dead.
Eirik:That's my fucking girlfriend, you asshole.
Chloe:Eirik, what are you doing?
Eirik:Where are you from, fucker?
Ray:Ireland, originally.
Eirik:And you think it's okay to come over to Belgium and fuck another man's girl?
Ray:Look, I didn't know she had a boyfriend, all right?And I haven't fucked her, anyway. Ask her.I'd only put me hand on it.
Chloe:Eirik, put the gun down!
Eirik:Get down on your knees and open your mouth.
Ray:Don't start being silly.
Eirik:Get down on your...
Ray:Exactly at what point was it that all skinheads suddenly became poofs?Used to be, you were a skinhead,you just went around beating up Pakistani 12-year-olds.Now it seems a prerequisite to be a fucking bum-boy!
Ray:That's not gonna help you, man.
Chloe:Ray, there's only blanks in that gun.Eirik, don't!
Eirik:Now who's the fucking bum-boy?
Ray:You, you fucking bum-boy!Chloe, what exactly is going on here?
Eirik:I can't see! I can't see!
Ray:Of course you can't fucking see!I just shot a blank in your fucking eyes!Is this fella your boyfriend?
Eirik:No. I mean, he used to be.
Ray:Well, what's he doing here?
Chloe:We... We rob tourists, sometimes.
Ray:I fucking knew it was too good to be true!I knew you'd have never shagged me, normally.
Chloe:No! That's not true, I...I called it off tonight. I told him not to come tonight.Why did you come tonight?
Eirik:Chloe, I can't see, I swear it!
Ray:Stop whingeing like a big gay baby.I haven't had a shag in months!
Eirik:I can't see out of this eye, Chloe! I have to go to the hospital!
Chloe:I'll drive you.
Ray:Great! Now the whole night's ruined!
Chloe:No!You can stay if you want.I just don't know how long I'll be.
Ray:I just knew someone like you would never like someone like me.I just knew.
Chloe:What do you mean, someone like me?
Ray:You know, someone nice.
Chloe:Call me. Please.
Eirik:Chloe!
Ray:Cha-ching!
PUB
Ken:Have you got some sort of problem?
Bartender:No, no problem.Four beers in 20 minutes. No problem.
Ken:Fuck off.
Midget:Beer and a red wine.
Prostitute:I'll be back.
Ken:How's the movie going?
Midget:It's a jumped-up Eurotrash piece of rip-off fucking bullshit.
Ken:Like, in a bad way?Your girlfriend's very pretty.
Midget:She ain't my girlfriend.She's a prostitute I just picked up.
Ken:Didn't know there were any prostitutes in Bruges.
Midget:You just have to look in the right places.Brothels are good.
Ken:Well, you've picked up a very pretty prostitute.
Midget:Thank you.
Ken:You from the States?
Midget:Yeah.But don't hold it against me.
Ken:I'll try not to.Just try not to say anything too loud or crass.
Ray:Hey-ho. Drowning your sorrows, huh?
Ken:What sorrows?
Ray:You know, being a sad, old, ugly little man.One gay beer, please.
Ken:How'd your date go?
Ray:My date involved two instances of extreme violence.One instance of her hand on my cock and my finger up her thing,which lasted all too briefly. Isn't that always the way?One instance of me stealing five grams of her very-high-quality cocaine,and one instance of me blinding a poofy little skinhead.So, all in all, my evening pretty much balanced out fine.
Ken:You got five grams of coke?
Ray:I've got four grams on me and one gram in me,which is why me heart is going like the clappers,as if I'm about to have a heart attack.So if I collapse any minute now, please remember to tell the doctors that it might have something to do with the coke.
Ken:Give us a gram, then.
Ray:I thought you were laying off, because it makes you depressed?
Ken:You know what? Right now, I don't really give a fuck.
Ray:Why didn't you wave hello to me today when I waved hello to you today?
Midget:I was on a very strong horse tranquilizer today.I wasn't waving hello to anybody, except maybe to a horse.
Ray:Huh? What are you talking about?
Midget:Just horseshit.
Ray:You from America?
Midget:Yeah. But don't hold it against me.
Ray:Well, that's for me to decide, isn't it?Are you from America, too?
Prostitute:No, I'm from Amsterdam.
Ray:Amsterdam.Amsterdam is just a load of bloody prostitutes, isn't it?
Prostitute:Yes. That's why I came to Bruges.I thought I'd get a better price for my pussy here.
Ray:Huh?You two are weird.Would you like some cocaine?I've also got some acid and some ecstasy.
FIVE-STAR HOTEL
Ray:Herve Villechaize, I know, did.The dwarf off, I think, The Time Bandits, did.Lots of midgets...Dwarves, top themselves.Hmm. Shitloads.Would you ever think about it?
Midget:Huh?
Ray:Would you ever think about killing yourself because you're a midget?
Midget:Fuck, man! What kind of question is that?
Ray:We're just chatting, aren't we?See, Ken.this is the kind of hotel Harry should have put us in.A five-star, with prostitutes in.You know, sometimes, I think Harry doesn't even give a shit about us at all.Has he still not called?
Ken:No. Still hasn't called.
Ray:No news is good news, eh?
Ray:Who's she?
Midget:There's gonna be a war, man.I can see it.There's gonna be a war between the blacks
and between the whites.You ain't even gonna need a uniform no more.This ain't gonna be a war where you pick your side.Your side's already picked for you.
Ray:And I know whose side I'm fighting on.I'm fighting with the blacks.The whites are gonna get their heads kicked in!
Midget:You don't decide this shit, man.
Ray:Well, who are the half-castes gonna fight with?
Midget:The blacks, man. That's obvious.
Ray:But what about the Pakistanis?
Midget:The blacks.
Ray:What about...Think of a hard one.What about the Vietnamese?
Midget:The blacks!
Ray:Well, I'm definitely fighting with the blacks if they've got the Vietnamese.So, hang on.Would all of the white midgets in the world be fighting against all the black midgets in the world?
Midget:Yeah.
Ray:That would make a good film!
Midget:You don't know how much shit I've had to take off of black midgets, man.
Ray:That's...Undeniably true.
Ken:See, Jimmy,my wife was black.And I loved her very much.And in 1976, she was murdered by a white man. So...Where the fuck am I supposed to stand in all this blood and carnage?
Midget:Did they get the guy who did it?
Ken:A friend of mine got him.
Ray:Harry Waters got him.
Ken:So tell me, Jim,whose side do I fight on in this wonderful war?
Midget:I think you need to weigh up all your options and let your conscience decide, Ken.
Ken:Two manky hookers and a racist dwarf.I think I'm heading home.
Ray:Yeah. I think I'll come with you.
Midget:What's...
Ray:Back off, shorty!
Midget:You don't know karate.
Ken:Don't say you didn't have it coming.
Ray:Don't say you didn't have it coming.Shortarse!
YURI'S HOME
Ken:Meeting Yuri.
Yuri:Yes, I'm Yuri.
Yuri:Mr. Waters said that might be necessary.There are a lot of alcoves in the Koningin Astrid Park.You use this word, "alcoves"?
Ken:"Alcoves"? Yes. Sometimes.
Yuri:There are not many people around in these alcoves in Christmastime.If I were to murder a man, I would murder him here.Are you sure this is the right word, "alcoves"?
Ken:"Alcoves," yes. It's kind of like "nooks and crannies."
Yuri:"Nooks and crannies," yes. Perhaps this would be more accurate."Nooks and crannies," rather than "alcoves." Yeah.
Yuri:You are going to do it, aren't you? Mr. Waters will be very disappointed...
Ken:Of course I'm going to fucking do it.It's what I do.
HOTLE
Marie:Your friend was behaving rather oddly this morning.
Ken:Oddly? How?
Marie:Well, he asked me about the baby,and if I wanted a boy or a girl.I said I didn't mind as long as it's healthy, of course.But then he gave me 200 euros to give to the baby.I refused, obviously, but he was quite insistent.Would you give it back to him when you see him?I don't want to appear ungrateful,but it seemed like all the money he had.
Ken:Do you know where he is now?
Marie:He said he was going to the park.
PARK
Ken:Sorry, Ray.
Ken:I'm sorry.
Ken:Ray, don't!
Ray:Fucking hell! Where the fuck did you come from?
Ken:I was behind the thing.What the fuck are you doing, Ray?
Ray:What the fuck are you doing?
Ken:Nothing.
Ray:Oh, my God!You were gonna kill me. Ken:No, I wasn't.You were gonna kill yourself! Ray:What?I'm allowed to.
Ken:No, you're not!
Ray:What?I'm not allowed to and you are? How's that fair?
Ken:Can we go somewhere and talk about this, please?
Ken:I wasn't gonna go through with it, Ray.
Ray:You fucking looked like you were gonna go fucking through with it.Where'd you get that gun?
Ken:A friend of Harry's.
Ray:Fuck, man.Let me see it.Silencer, too.Nice.Mine's a bloody girl's gun.
Ken:I'm keeping it.
Ray:Pardon me?Give me me gun back. Ken:You're not getting it back.You're a suicide case.
Ray:And you were trying to shoot me in the fucking head.
Ken:You're not getting that gun back.
Ray:A great day this has turned out to be.I'm suicidal, me mate tries to kill me,me gun gets nicked and we're still in fucking Bruges.
Ken:Listen, I'm gonna give you some money and put you on a train somewhere.
Ray:Back to England?
Ken:You can't go back to England, Ray. You'd be a dead man!
Ray:I want to be a dead man.Have you been missing something?
Ken:You don't want to be a dead man, Ray.
Ray:I killed a little boy!
Ken:Then save the next little boy.Just go away somewhere,get out of this business and try to do something good.You're not gonna help anybody dead.You're not gonna bring that boy back.But you might save the next one.
Ray:What am I gonna be, a doctor?You need exams.
Ken:Do anything, Ray. Do anything.
ROOM
(Dear Ken,I went to the park so she wouldn't have to clean it up.Ray)
Ray:What a wanker!
Ken:He said this whole trip,this whole being in Bruges thing,was just to give you one last, joyful memory before you died.
Ray:In Bruges?The Bahamas, maybe.Why fucking Bruges?
Ken:I suppose it's cheaper.
TRAIN STATION
Ray:The rest of the acid and the ecstasy.Can I have me gun back, please?What am I gonna do, Ken?What am I gonna do?
Ken:Just keep moving.Keep on moving.Try not to think about it.Learn a new language, maybe?
Ray:Sure, I can hardly do English.That's one thing I like about Europe, though.You don't have to learn any of their languages.
Ken:Just forget about home for a while.See how the land lies in six years, seven years.Seven years is not that long.
Ray:It's longer than that boy got.Me first fucking job.Great hitman I turned out to be.
Ken:Some people just aren't cut out for it, Ray.
Ray:Are you?
Ray:When are you going back to England?
Ken:I'll head back in a couple of hours or something.
Ray:Harry's not gonna be mad at you, is he? For letting me go?
Ken:I'll sort out Harry.
Ray:Just tell him I'll have probably killed meself in a fortnight, anyway.
Ken:You won't, will you, Ray?
Ken:Harry? It's Ken.Listen to this noise.Do you know what that is?Yeah, I know you know it's a train.Do you know what train?Well, it's a train that Ray just got on,and he's alive and he's well,and he doesn't know where he's going and neither do I.So if you need to do your worst, do your worst.You've got the address of the hotel. I'll be here waiting.Because I've got to quite like Bruges, now.It's like a fucking fairytale or something.
HARRY'S HOME
Harry's wife:Harry.
Harry's wife:Harry!
Harry:What?
Harry's wife:It's an inanimate fucking object.
Harry:You're an inanimate fucking object!
Harry:Now, you lot be good for your mummy and lmamoto, okay?'Cause Daddy's got to go away for a few days.
Harry's wife:Where are you going?
Harry:I've got to go to Bruges.
Harry's wife:Bruges? Where's that?
Harry:It's in Belgium.
Harry's wife:Why would anybody have to go to Belgium?
Harry:'Cause I've got to sort something out.
Harry's wife:Is it something to do with the phone?
Harry:It's something to do with Ken.It's a matter of honor.
Harry's wife:Well, it ain't gonna be dangerous, is it?
Harry:Well, of course it's gonna be dangerous if it's a matter of fucking honor!
Harry's wife:You are bringing the fellas with you?Tell me you're bringing the fellas with you.Harry.
Harry:I'm sorry for calling you an inanimate object.I was upset.
ON THE TRAIN
Police:You're Irish?
Ray:Yes.
Police:What is your name?
Ray:Derek Perlurrl.
Police:You hit the Canadian.You hit the Canadian.
Ray:I "heet" the Canadian?I don't know what you're talking about.
Canadian:That's him! That's the motherfucker.
Police:You hit the Canadian, yeah?
Ray:Canadian? Shit.
Police:We're taking you back to Bruges. Ray:Brilliant.
YURI'S HOME
Harry:Aye aye.
Yuri:Take your pick, Mr. Waters.
Harry:An Uzi?I'm not from South Central Los fucking Angeles.I didn't come here to shoot
20 black 10-year-olds in a fucking drive-by.
I want a normal gun for a normal person.
Yuri:I knew he wouldn't kill the guy.I could see it in his eyes when I was telling him about the alcoves.
Harry:About the what?
Yuri:The alcoves.The alcoves in the Koningin Astrid Park.Oh, I also have some dumdums.You use this word, "dumdums"?The bullets that make the head explode?
Harry:Dumdums, yeah.
Yuri:Would you like some of these dumdums?
Harry:I know I shouldn't,but I will.
Eirik:Motherfucker.
Harry:Is he talking to me?
Yuri:No, Eirik's on your side, Mr. Waters.Your young friend blinded him last night.
Harry:Ray did?
Eirik:I was trying to rob him and he took my gun from me.And the gun was full of blanks,and he shot the blank into my eye.And now, I cannot see from this eye ever again,the doctors say.
Harry:Well, to be honest, it sounds like it was all your fault.
Eirik:What?
Harry:I mean, basically, if you're robbing a man and you're only carrying blanks,and you allow your gun to be taken off you,and you allow yourself to be shot in the eye with a blank,for which I assume the person has to get quite close to you, then,yeah, really, it's all your fault for being such a poof.So why don't you stop whingeing and cheer the fuck up?
Yuri:Eirik, I really wouldn't respond.
Eirik:I thought you wanted the guy dead?
Harry:I do want the guy dead. I want him fucking crucified.But it don't change the fact that he stitched you up like a blind, little gay boy. Does it?Thanks for the gun, Yuri.
SQUARE
Harry:Well?
Ken:The boy is suicidal, Harry.He's a walking dead man.Keeps going on about Hell and purgatory...
Harry:When I phoned you yesterday, did I ask you,
"Ken, will you do me a favor and become Ray's psychiatrist, please?"No. What I think I asked you was,"Could you go blow his fucking head off for me?""He's suicidal"?I'm suicidal. You're suicidal. Everybody's fucking suicidal!We don't all keep going on about it!Has he killed himself yet?No. So he's not fucking suicidal, is he?
Ken:He put a loaded gun to his head this morning.I stopped him.
Harry:He... What?This gets fucking worse!
Ken:We were down in the park...
Harry:Let me get this right. You were down in the park?What's that got to do with fucking anything?Let me get this right.Not only have you refused to kill the boy,you've even stopped the boy from killing himself,which would have solved my problem,
which would have solved your problem,which sounds like it would've solved the boy's problem.
Ken:It wouldn't have solved his problem.
Harry:Ken, if I had killed a little kid, accidentally or otherwise,I wouldn't have thought twice.I'd have killed myself on the fucking spot.On the fucking spot.I'd have stuck the gun in me mouth on the fucking spot!
Ken:That's you, Harry.The boy has the capacity to change.The boy has the capacity to do something decent with his life.
Harry:Excuse me, Ken. I have the capacity to change.
Ken:Yeah, you do.You've the capacity to get fucking worse!
Harry:Yeah, now I'm getting down to it!
Ken:Harry, let's face it.And I'm not being funny, I mean no disrespect,but you're a cunt.You're a cunt now, you've always been a cunt.And the only thing that's gonna change is you're gonna become an even bigger cunt.Maybe have some more cunt kids.
Harry:Leave my kids fucking out of it.What have they done?You fucking retract that bit about my cunt fucking kids!
Ken:I retract that bit about your cunt fucking kids.
Harry:Insulting my fucking kids! That's going overboard, mate!
Ken:I retracted it, didn't I?Still leaves you being a cunt.
Harry:Yeah, I fucking got that.
Harry:Where's Ray now?
Ken:Oh, right about now, Ray is in one or other of the one million towns in mainland Europe it's possible to be in, other than here.
POLICE OFFICE
Ray:I'll get all the money back to you soon as I get through to me friend.
Chloe:It's not a problem, Raymond.
Ray:And I'll get all your acid and your ecstasy back to you, too.
Chloe:English humor!
SQUARE
Harry:I'm assuming you've got your gun on you.
Ken:That Yuri bloke's a funny fella, isn't he?
Harry:He does yoga.
Ken:"The alcoves."
Harry:Was he going on to you about the alcoves?
Ken:"The alcoves in the Koningin Astrid Park." Harry, I know you gotta do what you gotta do.It's a bit crowded round here, you know?
Harry:Well, I'm not gonna have a shootout in the middle of a thousand fucking Belgians, am I?Not to mention the other nationalities,just on their holidays. Ken:Hmm.To see the swans and the Gothic and all the fairytale stuff, eh?
Harry:Are you trying to fucking wind me up?
Ken:No, Harry.
Harry:On top of calling me a cunt and calling me kids cunts.I might just have to fucking shoot you right here.Christ!
Ken:Let's go up the bell tower.Be quiet up there this time of evening.Let's go up there.
Ray:Yeah. Canadians.I feel a bit bad.They didn't kill John Lennon, did they?Anyway, supposed to turn up to court here in two days.
Chloe:Are you going to turn up?
Ray:Don't know.What have I got to stay for really?
Chloe:The most beautiful woman you've ever seen in all of your stupid life.
Clerk:The tower is closed this evening.
Ken:No way. It's supposed to be open till 7:00.
Clerk:The tower is usually open until 7:00.Yesterday an American had a heart attack up the tower.Today the tower is closed.
Harry:Here, cranky, here's 100 for you.We're only gonna be 20 minutes.
Clerk:The tower is closed this evening.Understand, Englishman?
Ray:Jimmy, I've been wanting to say I'm really sorry for karate-chopping you the other night.That was way out of order.
Midget:You know, Ray,I'd find it easier to believe and forgive you, somehow,if the two of you weren't laughing straight in my fucking face!It's for the goddamn movie, man.
Ken:It is a nice town, Harry.I'm glad I got to see it.I didn't mean to be taking the piss out of it being a fairytale place.It is a fairytale place.It really is.
Harry:Hmm.It's just a shame it's in Belgium, really.But then you figure if it wasn't in Belgium,if it was somewhere good,there'd be too many people coming to see it.It would spoil the whole thing.
Ken:Well, I'm glad I got to see it before I died.
Harry:What are you doing?What are you fucking doing?
Ken:I'm not fighting anymore, Harry.
Harry:All right, then I'm blowing your fucking head off.Don't come over all Gandhi. What are you fucking doing?Ken, stop messing about, please.Pick up your gun. I know I'm going to beat you anyway'cause you're a spaz, but...
Ken:Harry,I'm totally in your debt.The things that have gone between us in the past,I love you unreservedly for all that.
Harry:What?
Ken:For your integrity.For your honor.I love you.The boy had to be let go.The boy had to be given a chance.And if to do that, I had to say,"Fuck you, and fuck what I owe you,"and fuck everything that's gone on between us,"then that's what I had to do.But I'm not fighting you.And I accept, totally, everything you've got to do.I accept it. Totally.
Harry:Oh, yeah?
Ken:Yeah.
Harry:Well, you say all that fucking stuff,I can't fucking shoot you now, can I?
Ken:It's entirely up to you, Harry.It's entirely your call.All I'm saying is I'm not fighting.
Ken:Oh, you fucking cunt!
Harry:Look, I'm not gonna do nothing to you just 'cause you're standing about like Robert fucking Powell.
Ken:Like who?
Harry:Like Robert fucking Powell out of Jesus of fucking Nazareth!
Ken:My fucking leg!
Midget:The psycho dwarf turns out to just be a loveable little schoolboy,and it's all some kind of Boschian nightmare.Kiss my ass!
Ray:I guess at least there weren't any black people involved, eh, Jimmy?
Midget:I wasn't...I wasn't talking about...
Ray:There's gonna be a war between all the blacks and all the whites.And all the black midgets and all the white midgets,which would actually be really good.
Midget:That's just cocaine.
Ray:He didn't even want the Vietnamese on his side!
Midget:That's just cocaine.Listen, we're filming down by the pointy building tonight.It might actually be good for once.You guys should come along.
Chloe:We...I think we're just gonna have a quiet one tonight, Jimmy.
Midget:That's how it is!In another life.
Ray:They're great, aren't they?
You didn't. You didn't!
Eirik:Mr. Waters? Mr. Waters?
Harry:Who's that?
Eirik:It's Eirik.
Harry:The blind boy?
Eirik:Yeah.Yes.
Harry:What do you fucking want?
Eirik:The guy you're looking for,the guy Ray, he's downstairs at the bar.
Harry:I'm sorry, Ken.
Harry:But you can't kill a kid and expect to get away with it.
Harry:You just can't.
Harry:Where?
Eirik:To the left when you come out.The bar to the left.
Ray:Ken!
Ray:Ken! Ken!
Ken:Harry's here.
Ray:What?
Ken:Take my gun.
Ray:Ken?Where's my gun?Where's my gun?
Ken:I'm gonna die now, I think.
Ray:Oh, Ken!Jesus!
HOTEL
Ray:Put that gun away, right now!
Marie:Mr. Blakely said you had left.
Ray:I need the key to the room right now.Quickly, now!And you gotta go home right now.It's very, very dangerous here.All right? Go home! Right now!
Marie:Okay.
Marie:No, I won't let you up there!
Harry:Lady, get out of my fucking way, please.
Marie:No, I won't. I won't get out of your way.You'll have to go through me.
Harry:Well, obviously, I'm not gonna through you, am I,with a baby and that? I'm a nice person.But could you just get out of the fucking way, please?
Ray:Marie!Just let him come up, it's okay.Harry, swear not to start shooting until she's left the hotel.
Harry:I swear not to start shooting till she's left the hotel.I totally swear.
Marie:Well, I'm not going anywhere.This is my hotel.So you can fuck off!
Harry:I suppose you've got a gun up there? Ray:Yeah.
Harry:Then what are we gonna do? We can't stand here all night.
Marie:Why don't you both put your guns down and go home?
Harry:Don't be stupid. This is the shootout.
Ray:Harry, I've got an idea.
Harry:What?
Ray:My room faces onto the canal, right?I'm gonna go back to me room, jump into the canal,see if I can swim to the other side and escape.
Harry:Right.
Ray:If you go outside and round the corner,you can shoot at me from there and try and get me.That way, we leave this lady and her baby out of the whole, entire thing.
Harry:Do you completely promise to jump into the canal?I don't want to run out there, come back in 10 minutes and find you fucking hiding in a cupboard.
Ray:I completely promise, Harry.I'm not gonna risk having another little kid die, am I?
Harry:So, hang on, I go outside,then I go which way, right or left?
Ray:You go right, don't you?You can see it from the doorway! It's a big fucking canal!
Harry:All right. Jesus! I've only just got here, haven't I?Okay. On a count of "one, two, three, go," okay?
Ray:Okay.
Ray:What? Who says it?
Harry:Oh, you say it.
Marie:You guys are crazy.
Ray:Are you ready?
Harry:Ready.
Ray:Set?
Harry:Set.
Ray:One, two, three, go!
ON THE CANAL
Ray:Keep driving!
Ray:No way. You're way too far away.
Ray:The little boy.
Harry:That's right, Ray.The little boy.
Harry:Oh.
Harry:I see.
Ray:No, Harry.
Ray:He's not...
Harry:You've got to stick to your principles.
There's a Christmas tree somewhere in London with a bunch of presents underneath it that'll never be opened.And I thought, "If I survive all this,"I'll go to that house, apologize to the mother there,"and accept whatever punishment she chose for me."Prison, death, it didn't matter.Because at least in prison and at least in death, you know,I wouldn't be in fucking Bruges.But then, like a flash, it came to me, and I realized,"Fuck, man, maybe that's what Hell is."The entire rest of eternity spent in fucking Bruges!"And I really, really hoped I wouldn't die.I really, really hoped I wouldn't die.
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2009-01-02 18:41:25
In Bruges
Ray:After I killed them, I dropped the gun in the Thames,washed the residue off me hands in the bathroom of a Burger King,and walked home to await instructions.Shortly thereafter, the instructions came through."Get the fuck out of London, youse dumb fucks.Get to Bruges."I didn't even know where Bruges fucking was.
It's in Belgium.
Ray:Bruges is a shithole.
Ken:Bruges is not a shithole.
Ray:Bruges is a shithole.
Ken:Ray, we've only just got off the fucking train.Could we reserve judgment on Bruges until we've seen the fucking place?
Ray:I know it's gonna be a shithole.
STREET
Ray:Shithole.
HOTEL
Ken:I think you have a couple of rooms booked under Cranham and Blakely?
Marie:Yes. No, we have one room booked.One twin room. Booked for two weeks.
Ray:Two weeks!
Ken:Do you have another room?
Marie:No, I'm afraid we're fully booked.With Christmas, everywhere is fully booked.
Ken:Okay.
ROOM
Ken:It's very pretty.
Ray:I'm not being funny, we can't stay here.
Ken:We've got to stay here until he rings.
Ray:Well, what if he doesn't ring for two weeks?
Ken:Then we stay here for two weeks.
Ray:For two weeks? In fucking Bruges? In a room like this?With you? No way!
Ken:Ray, I really don't like to say this...
Ray:You really don't like to say what?
Ken:Well... You know?
Ray:Fucking bring that up.
ON BOAT
Ray:Do you think this is good?
Ken:Do I think what's good?
Ray:You know, going round in a boat, looking at stuff.
Ken:Yes, I do.It's called "sightseeing."
Ken:Oh, look at that.It's a former hospital. From the 1100s.Bruges is the most well-preserved medieval townin the whole of Belgium, apparently.
SQUARE
Ken:Coming up?
Ray:What's up there?
Ken:The view.
Ray:The view of what? The view of down here?I can see that from down here.
Ken:Ray, you're about the worst tourist in the whole world.
Ray:Ken, I grew up in Dublin. I love Dublin.If I'd grown up on a farm and was retarded,Bruges might impress me.But I didn't, so it doesn't.
TOWER
Ken:Trying to get rid of me coins.3, 3.50, 4,4.10, 4.20, 4.30, 4.40, 4.50, 4.60,4.70,4.80,4.90.Will you take 4.90?
Clerk:Entry is 5 euro.
Ken:Come on, man, it's only 10 cents.
Clerk:Entry is 5 euro.
Ken:Happy in your work?
Clerk:Very happy.
ON THE TOWER
I like it here.
SQUARE
Americans:Been to the top of the tower?
Ray:Yeah. Yeah, it's rubbish.
Americans:It is? The guidebook says it's a "must-see".
Ray:Well, you lot ain't going up there.
Americans:Pardon me? Why?
Ray:I mean, it's all windy stairs. I'm not being funny.
Americans:What exactly are you trying to say?
Ray:What exactly am I trying to say?Youse are a bunch of fucking elephants!
Americans:Right, you...
Americans Woman:You know, you're just the rudest man. The rudest man!
Ken:What's all that about?
Ray:They're not going up there.
Ken:Hey, guys, I wouldn't go up there. It's really narrow.
Americans Woman:Screw you, motherfucker!
Ray:Americans, isn't it?
PUB
Ray:Now, this is more like it. Proper holidays.One gay beer for my gay friend,and one normal beer for me, because I am normal.This is the life.
Ken:We're not staying here getting pissed.We are quietly sightseeing, like he says,and awaiting his call to see what we do next.
Ray:This is my vote on what we should do.We give it another day, two days, max.Then we check the papers again, and if there's still nothing in them,we phone him and say,"Harry, thank you for the trip to Bruges,"it's been very nice, all the old buildings and that,"but we're coming back to London now,and hide out in a proper country,"where it isn't all just fucking chocolates."
Ken:My vote would be we quietly sightsee, like he says,and await his call to see what we do next.You don't even know we're here hiding out.
Ray:What are you talking about?
Ken:You don't even know we're not here on a job.
Ray:What, on a job?
Ken:Yeah.
Ray:Here in Bruges?
Ken:Yeah.
Ray:Here in Bruges, on a job?
Ken:Yeah.
Ray:Why? What did he actually say?
Ken:He didn't actually say anything.
Ray:Then why do you think it might be?
Ken:I don't think anything.But it's a bit fucking over-elaborate, isn't it?"Go take him to hide out." "Go take him to hide out where?""Go take him to hide out in fucking Bruges."You can hide out in Croydon.
Ray:Hmm.Or Coventry.Hmm.It is a bit over-elaborate.Hmm.But we haven't got any guns.
Ken:Harry can get guns anywhere.
ROOM
Ray:He's not gonna ring tonight.He's not gonna ring tonight.Let's go out.
Ken:Go out where?
Ray:The pub.
Ken:No!
Ray:Let's go out and have a look at some of the...All the old medieval buildings and that.Because I bet they look even better at night, all lit up.Yes!
STREET
Ken:That there is called the Gruuthuse Museum.
Ray:They all have funny names, don't they?
Ken:Yes, Flemish.
Ray:In here it says, "The Belgians twice sheltered"fugitive English Kings from being murdered,1471 and 1651."
Ken:I used to hate history, didn't you?It's all just a load of stuff that's already happened.What are they doing over there?They're filming something. They're filming midgets!
Ken:Ray!
Director:So, on this scene, you're supposed to walklike a little, tiny mouse, yeah?Okay? Great.
Ken:Ray, come on, let's go.
Ray:My arse, "Let's go." They're filming midgets.Oh, my God! Look at that girl.She's gorgeous!
Ken:Ray, we're going right now.
Ray:Fuck off, are we!This is the best bit of Bruges so far.You and your buildings.
Ray:Hello.Do you speak English?
Chloe:No.
Ray:Yes, you do. Everybody does.What are you filming midgets for?
Chloe:It's a Dutch movie. It's a dream sequence.It's a pastiche of Nicholas Roeg's Don't Look Now.Not a pastiche, but a...A "homage" is too strong. A "nod of the head"?
Ray:Wow, your English is very good.
Ray:A lot of midgets tend to kill themselves.A disproportionate amount.Herve Villechaize, of Fantasy Island.I think somebody off The Time Bandits.I suppose they must get really sad about, like,being really little and that.People looking at them and laughing at them.Calling them names. You know, "shortarse."There's another famous midgetI'm missing, but I can't remember.It's not the R2-D2 man. No, he's still going.I hope your midget doesn't kill himself.Your dream sequence will be fucked.
Chloe:He doesn't like being called a midget.He prefers "dwarf."
Ray:Well, this is exactly my point!People go around calling you a midget when you want to be called a dwarf.Of course you're gonna blow your head off!My name's Ray. What's yours?
Chloe:Chloe.How did you get past the security man?
Ray:Getting past security men, it's sort of my job.
Chloe:You're a shoplifter?
Ray:No, not a shoplifter.It's a good joke, though.No.I'll tell you what I am at dinner tomorrow night.
Ray:Fuck.
Ray:How fucking cool.
HOTLE
Marie:Mr. Blakely?
Ken:Yes. No, Mr. Cranham. No. Yes. Mr. Blakely. Yes.
Marie:You have a message.
Ken:Shit!
(Harry):Number one,why aren't you in when I fucking told you to be in?Number two,why doesn't this hotel have phones with fucking voicemailand not I have to leave messages with the fucking receptionist?Number three, you better fucking be in tomorrow nightwhen I fucking call againor there'll be fucking Hell to pay,I'm fucking telling you. Harry.
(Marie):I'm not the receptionist,I'm the co-owner with my husband Patrice. Marie.
ROOM
Ken:Would you turn the fucking light off!
Ray:Sorry, Ken.
Ken:Keep the fucking noise down!
Ray:Someone's in a mood.You'll never guess what.
Ken:Will you shut your fucking mouth, please, and go to sleep?
Ray:Oh, sorry.Except I've gotta take me contact lenses out.
Ray:Altogether,I had five pints of beer and six bottles.No. Six pints of beer and seven bottles.And you know what? I'm not even pissed!You'll never guess what, Ken.Ken, you'll never guess what.
Ken:What?
Ray:Got a date for tomorrow night.
Ken:I'm very happy for you.
Ray:With a girl.
Ken:Can you turn the light off, please?
Ray:Only been in Bruges one day,got a date with a girl in the film business,the Belgian film business.They're doing a film about a midget.
HOTEL
Ken:Miss?Marie?Sorry about the message last night.The man who left it is a bit of a...Well, he's a bit of a...
Marie:Cock?
Ken:Yes. He's a bit of a cock.
Marie:Morning.
Ken:Harry called last night.We missed him.
Ray:Jeez, he swears a lot, doesn't he?
Ken:We're staying in tonight. Whatever happens.
Ray:Hmm.Except...Hmm.
Ken:Hmm.Except "hmm" what?
Ray:Except only one of us needs to stay in,really.Uh-huh.
Ken:And which one of us would that be, now, Ray?I thought you didn't like Bruges.
Ray:I don't like Bruges, it's a shithole.But I did already say I had a date with a Belgian lady in the Belgian film business, which I did already say about before.
Ken:Just don't get into any fucking trouble.We're keeping a low profile.And this morning, and this afternoon,we are doing what I want to do.Got it?
Ray:Of course.Which, I presume, will involve culture.
Ken:Oh, we shall strike a balance between culture and fun.
Ray:Somehow I believe, Ken,that the balance shall tip in the favor of culture.Like a big, fat, fucking retarded, fucking black girl on a seesaw, opposite a dwarf.
CHURCH
Ken:Ray, did we or did we not agree that if I let you go on your date tonight,we'd do the things I wanted to do today?
Ray:We are doing the things that you wanted to do today.
Ken:And that we'd do them without you throwing a fucking moody,like some 5-year-old who's dropped all his sweets?
Ray:I didn't agree to that.I'll cheer up. I'll cheer up.
Ken:Up there, the top altar, is a phial brought back by a Flemish knight from the Crusades in the Holy Land.And that phial, do you know what it's said to contain?
Ray:No, what's it said to contain?
Ken:It's said to contain some drops of Jesus Christ's blood.Yeah, that's how this church got its name.Basilica of the Holy Blood.
Ray:Yeah.
Ken:Yeah.And this blood, right, though it's dried blood,at different times over many years,they say it turned back into liquid.Turned back into liquid from dried blood.At various times of great stress.
Ray:Yeah?
Ken:Yeah.So, yeah, I'm gonna go up in the queue and touch it,which is what you do.
Ray:Yeah?
Ken:Yeah. You coming?
Ray:Do I have to?
Ken:Do you have to? Of course you don't have to.It's Jesus' fucking blood, isn't it?Of course you don't fucking have to!Of course you don't fucking have to!
SQUARE
Ray:You little fucking cunt.
CHURCH
Ray:Murder, Father.
Churchman:Why did you murder someone, Raymond?
Ray:For money, Father.
Churchman:For money?You murdered someone for money?
Ray:Yes, Father.Not out of anger, not out of nothing. For money.
Churchman:Who did you murder for money, Raymond?
Ray:You, Father.
Churchman:I'm sorry?
Ray:I said you, Father.What, are you deaf?Harry Waters says hello.
Churchman:The little boy.
ON THE PAPER..
1.Being moody.
2.Being bad at maths.
3.Being Sad.
MUSEUM
Ray:I quite like this one.All the rest were rubbish by spastics,but this one's quite good.What's that all about, then?
Ken:It's Judgment Day, you know?
Ray:Oh, yeah.What's that then?
Ken:Well, it's, you know, the final day on Earth.When mankind will be judged for all the crimes.they've committed and that.
Ray:And see who gets into Heaven and who gets into Hell and all that?
Ken:Yeah.
Ray:And what's the other place?
Ken:Purgatory.
Ray:Purgatory?
Ken:Purgatory's kind of like the in-betweeny one.
Ray:You weren't really shit, but you weren't all that great, either.Like Tottenham.Do you believe in all that stuff, Ken?
Ken:About Tottenham?
Ray:The Last Judgment and the afterlife.Guilt and sins and Hell and all that?
Ken:Um...Well...
SQUARE
Ken:I don't know, Ray. I don't know what I believe.The things you're taught as a child,they never really leave you, do they?So, like, I believe in trying to lead a good life.Like, if there's an old lady, carrying her shopping home,I don't try and help her carry her shopping, I don't go that far,but I'll certainly hold the door open for her and that,and let her go out before me.
Ray:Yeah. And anyway, if you tried to help her carry her shopping,she'd probably think you were just trying to nick her shopping.
Ken:Exactly.
Ray:This is the world we live in today.
Ken:At the same time as trying to lead a good life,I have to reconcile myself with the fact that, yes, I have killed people.Not many people. Most of them were not very nice people.Apart from one person.
Ray:Who's that?
Ken:This fellow, Danny Aliband's brother.He was just trying to protect his brother. Like you or I would.He was just a lollipop man.He came at me with a bottle. What are you gonna do?I shot him down.
Ray:Hmm.In my book, though, sorry, someone comes at you with a bottle,that is a deadly weapon, he's gotta take the consequences.
Ken:I know that in my heart.I also know that he was just trying to protect his brother, you know?
Ray:I know. But a bottle, that can kill you.It's a case of it's you or him.If he'd come at you with his bare hands, that'd be different.That wouldn't have been fair.
Ken:Well, technically, your bare hands can kill somebody, too.They can be deadly weapons, too.I mean, what if he knew karate, say?
Ray:You said he was a lollipop man.
Ken:He was a lollipop man.
Ray:What's a lollipop man doing knowing fucking karate?
Ken:I'm just saying.
Ray:How old was he?
Ken:About 50.
Ray:What's a 50-year-old lollipop man doing knowing fucking karate? What was he, a Chinese lollipop man? Jesus, Ken, I'm trying to talk about...
Ken:I know what you're trying to talk about.
Ray:I killed a little boy. You keep bringing up fucking lollipop men!
Ken:You didn't mean to kill a little boy.
Ray:I know I didn't mean to.But because of the choices I made and the course that I put into action,a little boy isn't here anymore.And he'll never be here again.I mean here in the world, not here in Belgium.Well, he'll never be here in Belgium, either, will he?I mean, he might have wanted to come here when he got older.I don't know why.And that's all because of me.He's dead because of me.And I'm trying to...I'm trying to get me head around it, but I can't.I will always have killed that little boy.That ain't ever going away. Ever.Unless...Maybe I go away.
Ken:Don't even think like that.
ROOM
Ken:You look good.
Ray:What's it matter anyway?
PUB
Chloe:So, what do you do, Raymond?
Ray:I shoot people for money.
Chloe:What kinds of people?
Ray:Priests. Children. You know, the usual.
Chloe:Is there a lot of money to be made in that line of business?
Ray:There is in priests. There isn't in children.So what is it you do, Chloe?
Chloe:I sell cocaine and heroin to Belgian film crews.
Ray:Do you?
Chloe:Do I look like I do?
Ray:You do, actually.Do I look like I shoot people?
Chloe:No.Just children.
Ray:Mmm-hmm.I saw your midget today.Little prick didn't even say hello.
Chloe:Well, he's on a lot of ketamine.
Ray:What's that?
Chloe:Horse tranquilizer.
Ray:A horse tranquilizer?Where'd he get that?
Chloe:I sold it to him.
Ray:You can't sell horse tranquilizers to a midget!
Chloe:This movie, I think it's gonna be a very good one.There's never been a classic movie made in Bruges until now.
Ray:Of course there hasn't, it's a shithole.
Chloe:Bruges is my hometown, Ray.
Ray:Well, it's still a shithole.
Chloe:It's not a shithole.
Ray:What? Even midgets have to take drugs to stick it.
Chloe:Okay.So, you've insulted my hometown.You're doing very well, Raymond.Why don't you tell me some Belgian jokes while you're at it?
Ray:I don't know any Belgian jokes.And if I did, I think I'd have the good sense not to...Hey, hang on. Is Belgium where there were all those child abuse murders lately?Then I do know a Belgian joke.What's Belgium famous for?Chocolates and child abuse.And they only invented the chocolates to get to the kids.What?
Chloe:One of the girls they murdered was a friend of mine.
Ray:I'm sorry, Chloe.
Chloe:One of the girls they murdered wasn't a friend of mine.I just wanted to make you feel bad.And it worked. Quite well.
Canadians:Fucking unbelievable.
Ray:What's fucking unbelievable?
Canadians:Are you talking to me?
(He pauses, even though he should just hit the cunt.And he repeats.)
Ray:Yes, I am talking to you. What's fucking unbelievable?
Canadians:Well, I'll tell you what's fucking unbelievable, shall I?Blowing cigarette smoke straight into myself and my girlfriend's face.
That's fucking unbelievable!
Ray:This is the smoking section.
Canadians:I don't care if it's the smoking section.All right? She directed it right in my face, man.I don't wanna die just because of your fucking arrogance.
Ray:Uh-huh. Isn't that what the Vietnamese used to say?
Canadians:Vietnamese? What are you talking about, the Vietnamese?That statement makes no fucking sense at all.
Ray:Yes it does. The Vietnamese!
Canadians:Well, saying it over and over ain't gonna make any more sense out of it.How does the Vietnamese have any relevance whatsoever to myself and my girlfriend having to breathe your friend's cigarette smoke?Tell me how saying...
Ray:That's for John Lennon, you Yankee fucking cunt!
Ray:A bottle? No, don't bother.
Ray:We're leaving.
OUT OF PUB
Ray:I don't hit women! I would never hit a woman, Chloe!I'd hit a woman who was trying to hit me with a bottle!That's different. That's self-defense, isn't it?Or a woman who could do karate.I'd never hit a woman generally, Chloe. Don't think that.God, you're pretty.
Chloe:I have to make a call.
Ray:Oh, no.You've gone off me, now, haven't you?Just because I hit that fucking cow.
ROOM
Ken:Hello?
Harry:Where the fuck were you yesterday?
Ken:We just popped out for some dinner, Harry.We only popped out for half an hour.
Harry:Yeah? What'd you have?
Ken:For dinner?
Harry:Yeah.
Ken:Pizza, at Pizza Hut.
Harry:Was it nice?
Ken:Yeah, it was all right. I don't know. It was Pizza Hut.The same as in England.
Harry:Well, that's globalization, isn't it? Is Ray there with you?
Ken:He's in the toilet.
Harry:Can he hear?
Ken:No.
Harry:What's he doing?
Ken:What do you mean?
Harry:Is he doing a wee or a poo?
Ken:I don't know, Harry, the door's closed.
Harry:Send him out on an errand for half an hour,but don't make it sound suspicious.
Ken:Ray? Why don't you go out down to the pub for half an hour?Yeah, yeah, I know I said you couldn't,but might as well enjoy ourselves, eh?No, I don't know if they've got bowling anywhere.Could have a look.Yeah, see you.Yeah. He's gone.
Harry:What'd you say to him?
Ken:I said, "Why don't you go have a drink,you say you've been cooped up?"
Harry:What did he say?
Ken:Said, yeah, he would.And he might go have a look to see if there's a bowling alley around.
Harry:Was he just having a wee?
Ken:Yeah, I think so. I assume so.
Harry:Sure he didn't mind?
Ken:No, he was glad to get out.
Harry:He's definitely gone?
Ken:Yeah, yeah, he slammed the door.
Harry:That don't mean he's gone. Go check outside the door.
Ken:Harry, he's definitely gone.
Harry:You realize there are no bowling alleys in Bruges?
Ken:I realize that, Harry. The boy wanted to have a look anyway.
Harry:What are they gonna have, a medieval fucking bowling alley?
Ken:As I say, I think he was just glad to get out and about.
Harry:So, is he having a nice time, seeing all the canals and that?I had a lovely time when I was there.All the canals and the old buildings and that.
Ken:When were you here?
Harry:When I was seven. Last happy holiday I fucking had.Have you been on a canal trip, yet? Ken:Yeah.
Harry:Have you been down, like, all the old cobbled streets and that?
Ken:Yeah.
Harry:It's like a fairytale, isn't it, that place? Ken:Yeah.
Harry:With the churches and that. They're Gothic. Ken:Yeah.
Harry:Is it Gothic?
Ken:Yeah.
Harry:So he's having a really nice time?
Ken:Well, I'm having a really nice time.I'm not sure if it's really his cup of tea.
Harry:What?
Ken:You know, I'm not sure if it's really his thing.
Harry:What do you mean, "It's not really his thing"?What's that supposed to mean, "It's not really his thing"?What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Ken:Nothing, Harry.
Harry:It's a fairytale fucking town, isn't it?How can a fairytale town not be somebody's fucking thing?How can all those canals and bridges and cobbled streets and those churches,all that beautiful fucking fairytale stuff,how can that not be somebody's fucking thing, eh?
Ken:What I think I meant to say was...
Harry:Is the swan still there?
Ken:Yeah, the swan's...
Harry:How can fucking swans not fucking be somebody's fucking thing, eh?How can that be?
Ken:What I think I meant to say was,when he first arrived, he wasn't quite sure about it.You know, there's that big,dual carriageway when you get off the train?It mightn't have been here when you were here last, Harry.Well, as soon as he got into, like, the old town proper,and he saw the canals and the bridges and,you know, the swans and that,well, he just fucking loved it then.Couldn't get enough of it, the medieval part of town.It was just that initial, dual carriageway thing sort of put him off for a second.
Harry:Don't know if I remember a dual carriageway.Must be recent.Hasn't spoilt it, has it?
Ken:No, no, no, it's just that initial thing.And you know what?As we were walking through the streets,there was this sort of freezing fog hanging over everything,and it made it look almost like a fairytale or something.And he turned to me, do you know what he said?
Harry:What'd he say?
Ken:He said, "Ken, I know I'm awake,but I feel like I'm in a dream."
Harry:Yeah? He said that?
Ken:Yeah.
Harry:Meaning, like, in a good dream?
Ken:Yeah. Of course, like in a good dream.
Harry:Oh, good. I'm glad he likes it there.I'm glad we were able to give him something.
Something good and happy. Because he wasn't a bad kid, was he?
Ken:Huh?
Harry:He wasn't a bad kid, was he?Listen, take down this address. Raamstraat 17.That's "Raam," like "Ram," but with an extra "a."
Ken:Raamstraat 17.
Harry:You got that?
Ken:Yes, Raamstraat 17.
Harry:Good. There'll be a man there tomorrow morning at 9:00.His name's Yuri.
Ken:Yuri.
Harry:He'll give you the gun.Ring me on the public phone at Jimmy Driscoll's about 3:00 or 4:00 tomorrow, after it's done.
Ken:After what's done?
Harry:Are you being thick?
Ken:No.
Harry:Listen, I like Ray.He was a good bloke, but when it all comes down to it.You know, he blew the head off a little fucking kid.And you brought him in, Ken.So if the buck don't stop with him, where does it stop?Ken?If the buck don't stop with him, where does it stop?
Ken:It stops with me, Harry. That's an easy one.
Harry:Look, don't get shirty, Ken.Listen, I'm just glad that I was able to do something for the boy before he went.
Ken:Do what for the boy?
Harry:You know, have him get to see Bruges.I'd like to go to see Bruges again before I die.What was it he said again about... Yeah, "It's like a dream."
Ken:"I know I'm awake, but I feel like I'm in a dream."
Harry:Yeah.Give me a call when he's dead.
Eirik:That's my fucking girlfriend, you asshole.
Chloe:Eirik, what are you doing?
Eirik:Where are you from, fucker?
Ray:Ireland, originally.
Eirik:And you think it's okay to come over to Belgium and fuck another man's girl?
Ray:Look, I didn't know she had a boyfriend, all right?And I haven't fucked her, anyway. Ask her.I'd only put me hand on it.
Chloe:Eirik, put the gun down!
Eirik:Get down on your knees and open your mouth.
Ray:Don't start being silly.
Eirik:Get down on your...
Ray:Exactly at what point was it that all skinheads suddenly became poofs?Used to be, you were a skinhead,you just went around beating up Pakistani 12-year-olds.Now it seems a prerequisite to be a fucking bum-boy!
Ray:That's not gonna help you, man.
Chloe:Ray, there's only blanks in that gun.Eirik, don't!
Eirik:Now who's the fucking bum-boy?
Ray:You, you fucking bum-boy!Chloe, what exactly is going on here?
Eirik:I can't see! I can't see!
Ray:Of course you can't fucking see!I just shot a blank in your fucking eyes!Is this fella your boyfriend?
Eirik:No. I mean, he used to be.
Ray:Well, what's he doing here?
Chloe:We... We rob tourists, sometimes.
Ray:I fucking knew it was too good to be true!I knew you'd have never shagged me, normally.
Chloe:No! That's not true, I...I called it off tonight. I told him not to come tonight.Why did you come tonight?
Eirik:Chloe, I can't see, I swear it!
Ray:Stop whingeing like a big gay baby.I haven't had a shag in months!
Eirik:I can't see out of this eye, Chloe! I have to go to the hospital!
Chloe:I'll drive you.
Ray:Great! Now the whole night's ruined!
Chloe:No!You can stay if you want.I just don't know how long I'll be.
Ray:I just knew someone like you would never like someone like me.I just knew.
Chloe:What do you mean, someone like me?
Ray:You know, someone nice.
Chloe:Call me. Please.
Eirik:Chloe!
Ray:Cha-ching!
PUB
Ken:Have you got some sort of problem?
Bartender:No, no problem.Four beers in 20 minutes. No problem.
Ken:Fuck off.
Midget:Beer and a red wine.
Prostitute:I'll be back.
Ken:How's the movie going?
Midget:It's a jumped-up Eurotrash piece of rip-off fucking bullshit.
Ken:Like, in a bad way?Your girlfriend's very pretty.
Midget:She ain't my girlfriend.She's a prostitute I just picked up.
Ken:Didn't know there were any prostitutes in Bruges.
Midget:You just have to look in the right places.Brothels are good.
Ken:Well, you've picked up a very pretty prostitute.
Midget:Thank you.
Ken:You from the States?
Midget:Yeah.But don't hold it against me.
Ken:I'll try not to.Just try not to say anything too loud or crass.
Ray:Hey-ho. Drowning your sorrows, huh?
Ken:What sorrows?
Ray:You know, being a sad, old, ugly little man.One gay beer, please.
Ken:How'd your date go?
Ray:My date involved two instances of extreme violence.One instance of her hand on my cock and my finger up her thing,which lasted all too briefly. Isn't that always the way?One instance of me stealing five grams of her very-high-quality cocaine,and one instance of me blinding a poofy little skinhead.So, all in all, my evening pretty much balanced out fine.
Ken:You got five grams of coke?
Ray:I've got four grams on me and one gram in me,which is why me heart is going like the clappers,as if I'm about to have a heart attack.So if I collapse any minute now, please remember to tell the doctors that it might have something to do with the coke.
Ken:Give us a gram, then.
Ray:I thought you were laying off, because it makes you depressed?
Ken:You know what? Right now, I don't really give a fuck.
Ray:Why didn't you wave hello to me today when I waved hello to you today?
Midget:I was on a very strong horse tranquilizer today.I wasn't waving hello to anybody, except maybe to a horse.
Ray:Huh? What are you talking about?
Midget:Just horseshit.
Ray:You from America?
Midget:Yeah. But don't hold it against me.
Ray:Well, that's for me to decide, isn't it?Are you from America, too?
Prostitute:No, I'm from Amsterdam.
Ray:Amsterdam.Amsterdam is just a load of bloody prostitutes, isn't it?
Prostitute:Yes. That's why I came to Bruges.I thought I'd get a better price for my pussy here.
Ray:Huh?You two are weird.Would you like some cocaine?I've also got some acid and some ecstasy.
FIVE-STAR HOTEL
Ray:Herve Villechaize, I know, did.The dwarf off, I think, The Time Bandits, did.Lots of midgets...Dwarves, top themselves.Hmm. Shitloads.Would you ever think about it?
Midget:Huh?
Ray:Would you ever think about killing yourself because you're a midget?
Midget:Fuck, man! What kind of question is that?
Ray:We're just chatting, aren't we?See, Ken.this is the kind of hotel Harry should have put us in.A five-star, with prostitutes in.You know, sometimes, I think Harry doesn't even give a shit about us at all.Has he still not called?
Ken:No. Still hasn't called.
Ray:No news is good news, eh?
Ray:Who's she?
Midget:There's gonna be a war, man.I can see it.There's gonna be a war between the blacks
and between the whites.You ain't even gonna need a uniform no more.This ain't gonna be a war where you pick your side.Your side's already picked for you.
Ray:And I know whose side I'm fighting on.I'm fighting with the blacks.The whites are gonna get their heads kicked in!
Midget:You don't decide this shit, man.
Ray:Well, who are the half-castes gonna fight with?
Midget:The blacks, man. That's obvious.
Ray:But what about the Pakistanis?
Midget:The blacks.
Ray:What about...Think of a hard one.What about the Vietnamese?
Midget:The blacks!
Ray:Well, I'm definitely fighting with the blacks if they've got the Vietnamese.So, hang on.Would all of the white midgets in the world be fighting against all the black midgets in the world?
Midget:Yeah.
Ray:That would make a good film!
Midget:You don't know how much shit I've had to take off of black midgets, man.
Ray:That's...Undeniably true.
Ken:See, Jimmy,my wife was black.And I loved her very much.And in 1976, she was murdered by a white man. So...Where the fuck am I supposed to stand in all this blood and carnage?
Midget:Did they get the guy who did it?
Ken:A friend of mine got him.
Ray:Harry Waters got him.
Ken:So tell me, Jim,whose side do I fight on in this wonderful war?
Midget:I think you need to weigh up all your options and let your conscience decide, Ken.
Ken:Two manky hookers and a racist dwarf.I think I'm heading home.
Ray:Yeah. I think I'll come with you.
Midget:What's...
Ray:Back off, shorty!
Midget:You don't know karate.
Ken:Don't say you didn't have it coming.
Ray:Don't say you didn't have it coming.Shortarse!
YURI'S HOME
Ken:Meeting Yuri.
Yuri:Yes, I'm Yuri.
Yuri:Mr. Waters said that might be necessary.There are a lot of alcoves in the Koningin Astrid Park.You use this word, "alcoves"?
Ken:"Alcoves"? Yes. Sometimes.
Yuri:There are not many people around in these alcoves in Christmastime.If I were to murder a man, I would murder him here.Are you sure this is the right word, "alcoves"?
Ken:"Alcoves," yes. It's kind of like "nooks and crannies."
Yuri:"Nooks and crannies," yes. Perhaps this would be more accurate."Nooks and crannies," rather than "alcoves." Yeah.
Yuri:You are going to do it, aren't you? Mr. Waters will be very disappointed...
Ken:Of course I'm going to fucking do it.It's what I do.
HOTLE
Marie:Your friend was behaving rather oddly this morning.
Ken:Oddly? How?
Marie:Well, he asked me about the baby,and if I wanted a boy or a girl.I said I didn't mind as long as it's healthy, of course.But then he gave me 200 euros to give to the baby.I refused, obviously, but he was quite insistent.Would you give it back to him when you see him?I don't want to appear ungrateful,but it seemed like all the money he had.
Ken:Do you know where he is now?
Marie:He said he was going to the park.
PARK
Ken:Sorry, Ray.
Ken:I'm sorry.
Ken:Ray, don't!
Ray:Fucking hell! Where the fuck did you come from?
Ken:I was behind the thing.What the fuck are you doing, Ray?
Ray:What the fuck are you doing?
Ken:Nothing.
Ray:Oh, my God!You were gonna kill me. Ken:No, I wasn't.You were gonna kill yourself! Ray:What?I'm allowed to.
Ken:No, you're not!
Ray:What?I'm not allowed to and you are? How's that fair?
Ken:Can we go somewhere and talk about this, please?
Ken:I wasn't gonna go through with it, Ray.
Ray:You fucking looked like you were gonna go fucking through with it.Where'd you get that gun?
Ken:A friend of Harry's.
Ray:Fuck, man.Let me see it.Silencer, too.Nice.Mine's a bloody girl's gun.
Ken:I'm keeping it.
Ray:Pardon me?Give me me gun back. Ken:You're not getting it back.You're a suicide case.
Ray:And you were trying to shoot me in the fucking head.
Ken:You're not getting that gun back.
Ray:A great day this has turned out to be.I'm suicidal, me mate tries to kill me,me gun gets nicked and we're still in fucking Bruges.
Ken:Listen, I'm gonna give you some money and put you on a train somewhere.
Ray:Back to England?
Ken:You can't go back to England, Ray. You'd be a dead man!
Ray:I want to be a dead man.Have you been missing something?
Ken:You don't want to be a dead man, Ray.
Ray:I killed a little boy!
Ken:Then save the next little boy.Just go away somewhere,get out of this business and try to do something good.You're not gonna help anybody dead.You're not gonna bring that boy back.But you might save the next one.
Ray:What am I gonna be, a doctor?You need exams.
Ken:Do anything, Ray. Do anything.
ROOM
(Dear Ken,I went to the park so she wouldn't have to clean it up.Ray)
Ray:What a wanker!
Ken:He said this whole trip,this whole being in Bruges thing,was just to give you one last, joyful memory before you died.
Ray:In Bruges?The Bahamas, maybe.Why fucking Bruges?
Ken:I suppose it's cheaper.
TRAIN STATION
Ray:The rest of the acid and the ecstasy.Can I have me gun back, please?What am I gonna do, Ken?What am I gonna do?
Ken:Just keep moving.Keep on moving.Try not to think about it.Learn a new language, maybe?
Ray:Sure, I can hardly do English.That's one thing I like about Europe, though.You don't have to learn any of their languages.
Ken:Just forget about home for a while.See how the land lies in six years, seven years.Seven years is not that long.
Ray:It's longer than that boy got.Me first fucking job.Great hitman I turned out to be.
Ken:Some people just aren't cut out for it, Ray.
Ray:Are you?
Ray:When are you going back to England?
Ken:I'll head back in a couple of hours or something.
Ray:Harry's not gonna be mad at you, is he? For letting me go?
Ken:I'll sort out Harry.
Ray:Just tell him I'll have probably killed meself in a fortnight, anyway.
Ken:You won't, will you, Ray?
Ken:Harry? It's Ken.Listen to this noise.Do you know what that is?Yeah, I know you know it's a train.Do you know what train?Well, it's a train that Ray just got on,and he's alive and he's well,and he doesn't know where he's going and neither do I.So if you need to do your worst, do your worst.You've got the address of the hotel. I'll be here waiting.Because I've got to quite like Bruges, now.It's like a fucking fairytale or something.
HARRY'S HOME
Harry's wife:Harry.
Harry's wife:Harry!
Harry:What?
Harry's wife:It's an inanimate fucking object.
Harry:You're an inanimate fucking object!
Harry:Now, you lot be good for your mummy and lmamoto, okay?'Cause Daddy's got to go away for a few days.
Harry's wife:Where are you going?
Harry:I've got to go to Bruges.
Harry's wife:Bruges? Where's that?
Harry:It's in Belgium.
Harry's wife:Why would anybody have to go to Belgium?
Harry:'Cause I've got to sort something out.
Harry's wife:Is it something to do with the phone?
Harry:It's something to do with Ken.It's a matter of honor.
Harry's wife:Well, it ain't gonna be dangerous, is it?
Harry:Well, of course it's gonna be dangerous if it's a matter of fucking honor!
Harry's wife:You are bringing the fellas with you?Tell me you're bringing the fellas with you.Harry.
Harry:I'm sorry for calling you an inanimate object.I was upset.
ON THE TRAIN
Police:You're Irish?
Ray:Yes.
Police:What is your name?
Ray:Derek Perlurrl.
Police:You hit the Canadian.You hit the Canadian.
Ray:I "heet" the Canadian?I don't know what you're talking about.
Canadian:That's him! That's the motherfucker.
Police:You hit the Canadian, yeah?
Ray:Canadian? Shit.
Police:We're taking you back to Bruges. Ray:Brilliant.
YURI'S HOME
Harry:Aye aye.
Yuri:Take your pick, Mr. Waters.
Harry:An Uzi?I'm not from South Central Los fucking Angeles.I didn't come here to shoot
20 black 10-year-olds in a fucking drive-by.
I want a normal gun for a normal person.
Yuri:I knew he wouldn't kill the guy.I could see it in his eyes when I was telling him about the alcoves.
Harry:About the what?
Yuri:The alcoves.The alcoves in the Koningin Astrid Park.Oh, I also have some dumdums.You use this word, "dumdums"?The bullets that make the head explode?
Harry:Dumdums, yeah.
Yuri:Would you like some of these dumdums?
Harry:I know I shouldn't,but I will.
Eirik:Motherfucker.
Harry:Is he talking to me?
Yuri:No, Eirik's on your side, Mr. Waters.Your young friend blinded him last night.
Harry:Ray did?
Eirik:I was trying to rob him and he took my gun from me.And the gun was full of blanks,and he shot the blank into my eye.And now, I cannot see from this eye ever again,the doctors say.
Harry:Well, to be honest, it sounds like it was all your fault.
Eirik:What?
Harry:I mean, basically, if you're robbing a man and you're only carrying blanks,and you allow your gun to be taken off you,and you allow yourself to be shot in the eye with a blank,for which I assume the person has to get quite close to you, then,yeah, really, it's all your fault for being such a poof.So why don't you stop whingeing and cheer the fuck up?
Yuri:Eirik, I really wouldn't respond.
Eirik:I thought you wanted the guy dead?
Harry:I do want the guy dead. I want him fucking crucified.But it don't change the fact that he stitched you up like a blind, little gay boy. Does it?Thanks for the gun, Yuri.
SQUARE
Harry:Well?
Ken:The boy is suicidal, Harry.He's a walking dead man.Keeps going on about Hell and purgatory...
Harry:When I phoned you yesterday, did I ask you,
"Ken, will you do me a favor and become Ray's psychiatrist, please?"No. What I think I asked you was,"Could you go blow his fucking head off for me?""He's suicidal"?I'm suicidal. You're suicidal. Everybody's fucking suicidal!We don't all keep going on about it!Has he killed himself yet?No. So he's not fucking suicidal, is he?
Ken:He put a loaded gun to his head this morning.I stopped him.
Harry:He... What?This gets fucking worse!
Ken:We were down in the park...
Harry:Let me get this right. You were down in the park?What's that got to do with fucking anything?Let me get this right.Not only have you refused to kill the boy,you've even stopped the boy from killing himself,which would have solved my problem,
which would have solved your problem,which sounds like it would've solved the boy's problem.
Ken:It wouldn't have solved his problem.
Harry:Ken, if I had killed a little kid, accidentally or otherwise,I wouldn't have thought twice.I'd have killed myself on the fucking spot.On the fucking spot.I'd have stuck the gun in me mouth on the fucking spot!
Ken:That's you, Harry.The boy has the capacity to change.The boy has the capacity to do something decent with his life.
Harry:Excuse me, Ken. I have the capacity to change.
Ken:Yeah, you do.You've the capacity to get fucking worse!
Harry:Yeah, now I'm getting down to it!
Ken:Harry, let's face it.And I'm not being funny, I mean no disrespect,but you're a cunt.You're a cunt now, you've always been a cunt.And the only thing that's gonna change is you're gonna become an even bigger cunt.Maybe have some more cunt kids.
Harry:Leave my kids fucking out of it.What have they done?You fucking retract that bit about my cunt fucking kids!
Ken:I retract that bit about your cunt fucking kids.
Harry:Insulting my fucking kids! That's going overboard, mate!
Ken:I retracted it, didn't I?Still leaves you being a cunt.
Harry:Yeah, I fucking got that.
Harry:Where's Ray now?
Ken:Oh, right about now, Ray is in one or other of the one million towns in mainland Europe it's possible to be in, other than here.
POLICE OFFICE
Ray:I'll get all the money back to you soon as I get through to me friend.
Chloe:It's not a problem, Raymond.
Ray:And I'll get all your acid and your ecstasy back to you, too.
Chloe:English humor!
SQUARE
Harry:I'm assuming you've got your gun on you.
Ken:That Yuri bloke's a funny fella, isn't he?
Harry:He does yoga.
Ken:"The alcoves."
Harry:Was he going on to you about the alcoves?
Ken:"The alcoves in the Koningin Astrid Park." Harry, I know you gotta do what you gotta do.It's a bit crowded round here, you know?
Harry:Well, I'm not gonna have a shootout in the middle of a thousand fucking Belgians, am I?Not to mention the other nationalities,just on their holidays. Ken:Hmm.To see the swans and the Gothic and all the fairytale stuff, eh?
Harry:Are you trying to fucking wind me up?
Ken:No, Harry.
Harry:On top of calling me a cunt and calling me kids cunts.I might just have to fucking shoot you right here.Christ!
Ken:Let's go up the bell tower.Be quiet up there this time of evening.Let's go up there.
Ray:Yeah. Canadians.I feel a bit bad.They didn't kill John Lennon, did they?Anyway, supposed to turn up to court here in two days.
Chloe:Are you going to turn up?
Ray:Don't know.What have I got to stay for really?
Chloe:The most beautiful woman you've ever seen in all of your stupid life.
Clerk:The tower is closed this evening.
Ken:No way. It's supposed to be open till 7:00.
Clerk:The tower is usually open until 7:00.Yesterday an American had a heart attack up the tower.Today the tower is closed.
Harry:Here, cranky, here's 100 for you.We're only gonna be 20 minutes.
Clerk:The tower is closed this evening.Understand, Englishman?
Ray:Jimmy, I've been wanting to say I'm really sorry for karate-chopping you the other night.That was way out of order.
Midget:You know, Ray,I'd find it easier to believe and forgive you, somehow,if the two of you weren't laughing straight in my fucking face!It's for the goddamn movie, man.
Ken:It is a nice town, Harry.I'm glad I got to see it.I didn't mean to be taking the piss out of it being a fairytale place.It is a fairytale place.It really is.
Harry:Hmm.It's just a shame it's in Belgium, really.But then you figure if it wasn't in Belgium,if it was somewhere good,there'd be too many people coming to see it.It would spoil the whole thing.
Ken:Well, I'm glad I got to see it before I died.
Harry:What are you doing?What are you fucking doing?
Ken:I'm not fighting anymore, Harry.
Harry:All right, then I'm blowing your fucking head off.Don't come over all Gandhi. What are you fucking doing?Ken, stop messing about, please.Pick up your gun. I know I'm going to beat you anyway'cause you're a spaz, but...
Ken:Harry,I'm totally in your debt.The things that have gone between us in the past,I love you unreservedly for all that.
Harry:What?
Ken:For your integrity.For your honor.I love you.The boy had to be let go.The boy had to be given a chance.And if to do that, I had to say,"Fuck you, and fuck what I owe you,"and fuck everything that's gone on between us,"then that's what I had to do.But I'm not fighting you.And I accept, totally, everything you've got to do.I accept it. Totally.
Harry:Oh, yeah?
Ken:Yeah.
Harry:Well, you say all that fucking stuff,I can't fucking shoot you now, can I?
Ken:It's entirely up to you, Harry.It's entirely your call.All I'm saying is I'm not fighting.
Ken:Oh, you fucking cunt!
Harry:Look, I'm not gonna do nothing to you just 'cause you're standing about like Robert fucking Powell.
Ken:Like who?
Harry:Like Robert fucking Powell out of Jesus of fucking Nazareth!
Ken:My fucking leg!
Midget:The psycho dwarf turns out to just be a loveable little schoolboy,and it's all some kind of Boschian nightmare.Kiss my ass!
Ray:I guess at least there weren't any black people involved, eh, Jimmy?
Midget:I wasn't...I wasn't talking about...
Ray:There's gonna be a war between all the blacks and all the whites.And all the black midgets and all the white midgets,which would actually be really good.
Midget:That's just cocaine.
Ray:He didn't even want the Vietnamese on his side!
Midget:That's just cocaine.Listen, we're filming down by the pointy building tonight.It might actually be good for once.You guys should come along.
Chloe:We...I think we're just gonna have a quiet one tonight, Jimmy.
Midget:That's how it is!In another life.
Ray:They're great, aren't they?
You didn't. You didn't!
Eirik:Mr. Waters? Mr. Waters?
Harry:Who's that?
Eirik:It's Eirik.
Harry:The blind boy?
Eirik:Yeah.Yes.
Harry:What do you fucking want?
Eirik:The guy you're looking for,the guy Ray, he's downstairs at the bar.
Harry:I'm sorry, Ken.
Harry:But you can't kill a kid and expect to get away with it.
Harry:You just can't.
Harry:Where?
Eirik:To the left when you come out.The bar to the left.
Ray:Ken!
Ray:Ken! Ken!
Ken:Harry's here.
Ray:What?
Ken:Take my gun.
Ray:Ken?Where's my gun?Where's my gun?
Ken:I'm gonna die now, I think.
Ray:Oh, Ken!Jesus!
HOTEL
Ray:Put that gun away, right now!
Marie:Mr. Blakely said you had left.
Ray:I need the key to the room right now.Quickly, now!And you gotta go home right now.It's very, very dangerous here.All right? Go home! Right now!
Marie:Okay.
Marie:No, I won't let you up there!
Harry:Lady, get out of my fucking way, please.
Marie:No, I won't. I won't get out of your way.You'll have to go through me.
Harry:Well, obviously, I'm not gonna through you, am I,with a baby and that? I'm a nice person.But could you just get out of the fucking way, please?
Ray:Marie!Just let him come up, it's okay.Harry, swear not to start shooting until she's left the hotel.
Harry:I swear not to start shooting till she's left the hotel.I totally swear.
Marie:Well, I'm not going anywhere.This is my hotel.So you can fuck off!
Harry:I suppose you've got a gun up there? Ray:Yeah.
Harry:Then what are we gonna do? We can't stand here all night.
Marie:Why don't you both put your guns down and go home?
Harry:Don't be stupid. This is the shootout.
Ray:Harry, I've got an idea.
Harry:What?
Ray:My room faces onto the canal, right?I'm gonna go back to me room, jump into the canal,see if I can swim to the other side and escape.
Harry:Right.
Ray:If you go outside and round the corner,you can shoot at me from there and try and get me.That way, we leave this lady and her baby out of the whole, entire thing.
Harry:Do you completely promise to jump into the canal?I don't want to run out there, come back in 10 minutes and find you fucking hiding in a cupboard.
Ray:I completely promise, Harry.I'm not gonna risk having another little kid die, am I?
Harry:So, hang on, I go outside,then I go which way, right or left?
Ray:You go right, don't you?You can see it from the doorway! It's a big fucking canal!
Harry:All right. Jesus! I've only just got here, haven't I?Okay. On a count of "one, two, three, go," okay?
Ray:Okay.
Ray:What? Who says it?
Harry:Oh, you say it.
Marie:You guys are crazy.
Ray:Are you ready?
Harry:Ready.
Ray:Set?
Harry:Set.
Ray:One, two, three, go!
ON THE CANAL
Ray:Keep driving!
Ray:No way. You're way too far away.
Ray:The little boy.
Harry:That's right, Ray.The little boy.
Harry:Oh.
Harry:I see.
Ray:No, Harry.
Ray:He's not...
Harry:You've got to stick to your principles.
There's a Christmas tree somewhere in London with a bunch of presents underneath it that'll never be opened.And I thought, "If I survive all this,"I'll go to that house, apologize to the mother there,"and accept whatever punishment she chose for me."Prison, death, it didn't matter.Because at least in prison and at least in death, you know,I wouldn't be in fucking Bruges.But then, like a flash, it came to me, and I realized,"Fuck, man, maybe that's what Hell is."The entire rest of eternity spent in fucking Bruges!"And I really, really hoped I wouldn't die.I really, really hoped I wouldn't die.
END
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5 ) "In Bruges的5塊印象碎片"
1-----------"In Bruges"鄙視Bruges的唧唧歪歪
Ray感嘆Bruges是個"Shithole'的開始...此鄙視態(tài)度Ray始終由頭至尾地延續(xù)著. 甚至到了謝幕,Ray的最后一句遺言:"I really,really hoped I wouldn't die." 也好似在郁悶地抱怨"我真的真的實在不想死在這Fucking Bruges Shithole" 我才想他真心的對Bruges咬牙切齒.再有導演兼編劇Martin McDonagh也刻意把片名起作"In Bruges". 許多觀眾覺得那樣起是為了表達出置身于Bruges的宗教氛圍,以照應其救贖的主旋律.但我偏偏覺得如此取名有一部分原因是出于Ray的對于Bruges的Shithole情結....
(看過影片,我個人感覺Bruges真是美倫美幻,或許只是純粹由于我長這么大也沒有幾次能直接或間接地目睹過歌特建筑群的優(yōu)雅古樸.至于Ray,正如他解釋.從小便在愛爾蘭的-都柏林(Dublin)住慣了,索性不感冒)
而導演為何要在本應當意味深長的結尾,竟以Ray的垂死調(diào)侃Bruges做為收場??:
(表達了對小男孩母親的歉悔之意...Ray接著說:)
prison, death,it didn't matter - Because at least in prison and at least in death,you know, - I wouldn't be in fucking Bruges. - But then, like a flash,it came to me, and I realized, - ''Fuck, man, maybe that's what Hell is.'' - ''The entire rest of eternity spent in fucking Bruges!'' - And I really, really hoped I wouldn't die. - I really, really hoped I wouldn't die.
"入獄, 死掉, 這都沒什么. 因為就算要進監(jiān)獄或者就算要去死, 你知道..我都不要選在這他媽B的布魯日. 但接著, 突然間閃過一個直覺, 我意識到, "我操,這恐怕是最慘的情況了","安詳?shù)亻L眠在這他媽B的布魯日"
我真的真的希望我不要死,我真的真的希望我不要死...."
覺得這樣翻譯才算貼切(請原諒我為了追求原味而使用了"他媽B的"),其他的翻譯,通病都在于把hell與a flash解釋為"地獄"和"一道光芒". 而like a flash一定是"閃過,掠過"的意思.如果是"象道光芒"則一定得要寫成like a flash of lighting.而maybe that's what Hell is基本上與正式意義上的地獄無關,與who the hell are you?同理,只為了表明情緒態(tài)度...
謝幕的調(diào)侃,我只能把這些歸結為英國式的黑色幽默,天曉得Bruges究竟與哪些英國人有什么過節(jié),當然這種八成只有英國人才能會心一笑的幽默,非英人士真的不應該過份扯淡. 只求點到為止.
2------------- "In Bruges"的反美情結
"In Bruges"剛接觸我還習慣性的妄想其是好萊塢制造,但看著看著便自然不覺得了.因為身為一號男主角的Ray是個徹頭徹尾的反美主義者.他尤其和美利堅過不去可以表現(xiàn)在:先是鄙視了三只來自美國的麥當勞大象,又在餐廳當眾打了一個指責他女朋友吸煙的男士和一位向他揮舞致命酒瓶的女士.Ray戲稱他們?yōu)?quot;Yankee"(美國佬),卻在后來發(fā)現(xiàn)他們其實是加拿大佬Orz.下一件壯舉是借著海洛英的亢奮勁兒用假正經(jīng)的空手道放倒了一個有嚴重種族主義傾向的美國侏儒.還要補充的是Ray還為身受美國人所害的越南人和英國披頭士樂隊主唱列儂抱不平.
3--------------Ray,Ken & Harry
Ray其角色在影片中最逗最吸引人,一臉蛋憂郁無辜的小樣,消極悲觀,既犯賤又憨厚的態(tài)度,還拌有悲喜無常的歇斯底里,而其處境又讓人深感憐憫,有點英國式幽默的韻味.
Ken則是三人中比較正常的性情中人.喜歡把晚輩視為親弟弟般照顧,把上司視為長輩般尊敬.至于他在星空下的鐘樓里向著Harry鄭重的重復了兩次"I love u",大家千萬不要誤解成老男人搞斷背.人家老外對于愛情,親情,友情,兄弟之情,姐妹之情等等等等的感情通用表達式即為"I love u~".對某人的深厚感情,用"I love u"表達,既純真而直接.(當然一般情況下沒必要太深情,不然真的會認為是搞斷背的~ )
Harry我們都知道他不是惡棍,他只是個連孕婦都會遷就的原則崇拜型殺手,也是手下敬愛的模范好老大.雖然有偏愛用"Fucking"當形容詞的癖好,有些臭脾氣.不過他真的不什么惡棍.可是他出于原則性問題,義無返顧地追殺一號男主角,因而觸動了商業(yè)片法則,受以反派角色之待遇.當Harry的光榮飲彈謝罪,他卻偏偏沒意識到這一切只不過是一場有點兒復雜的誤會,可憐的Harry此時光榮指數(shù)大打折扣,倒霉地在結尾高潮處掛掉了...
4-------------理論上, Ray最后死了.
理論上,Ray最終還是死了,只是我們沒能親眼證實.就如同Ken,是種因果循環(huán).Ken曾斃掉了一個向他揮舞致命酒瓶的好人,其人則是為了保護兄弟而犧牲.Ken也同樣為了保護情深意重的Ray而犧牲.所以Ray必然會遭遇子彈穿胸,就象他如此對待那位神父一樣.一樣得死掉...
當然,這僅僅是理論上的事兒...
5-------------給他四顆~
我喜歡黑色幽默,因此喜愛"In Bruges".黑色喜劇習慣以黑暗的故事為基調(diào).營造出一種拌有憂傷的黑暗幽默.但畢竟再好也是跳不出商業(yè)片這道檻,所以四顆星理所應得.
Ray感嘆Bruges是個"Shithole'的開始...此鄙視態(tài)度Ray始終由頭至尾地延續(xù)著. 甚至到了謝幕,Ray的最后一句遺言:"I really,really hoped I wouldn't die." 也好似在郁悶地抱怨"我真的真的實在不想死在這Fucking Bruges Shithole" 我才想他真心的對Bruges咬牙切齒.再有導演兼編劇Martin McDonagh也刻意把片名起作"In Bruges". 許多觀眾覺得那樣起是為了表達出置身于Bruges的宗教氛圍,以照應其救贖的主旋律.但我偏偏覺得如此取名有一部分原因是出于Ray的對于Bruges的Shithole情結....
(看過影片,我個人感覺Bruges真是美倫美幻,或許只是純粹由于我長這么大也沒有幾次能直接或間接地目睹過歌特建筑群的優(yōu)雅古樸.至于Ray,正如他解釋.從小便在愛爾蘭的-都柏林(Dublin)住慣了,索性不感冒)
而導演為何要在本應當意味深長的結尾,竟以Ray的垂死調(diào)侃Bruges做為收場??:
(表達了對小男孩母親的歉悔之意...Ray接著說:)
prison, death,it didn't matter - Because at least in prison and at least in death,you know, - I wouldn't be in fucking Bruges. - But then, like a flash,it came to me, and I realized, - ''Fuck, man, maybe that's what Hell is.'' - ''The entire rest of eternity spent in fucking Bruges!'' - And I really, really hoped I wouldn't die. - I really, really hoped I wouldn't die.
"入獄, 死掉, 這都沒什么. 因為就算要進監(jiān)獄或者就算要去死, 你知道..我都不要選在這他媽B的布魯日. 但接著, 突然間閃過一個直覺, 我意識到, "我操,這恐怕是最慘的情況了","安詳?shù)亻L眠在這他媽B的布魯日"
我真的真的希望我不要死,我真的真的希望我不要死...."
覺得這樣翻譯才算貼切(請原諒我為了追求原味而使用了"他媽B的"),其他的翻譯,通病都在于把hell與a flash解釋為"地獄"和"一道光芒". 而like a flash一定是"閃過,掠過"的意思.如果是"象道光芒"則一定得要寫成like a flash of lighting.而maybe that's what Hell is基本上與正式意義上的地獄無關,與who the hell are you?同理,只為了表明情緒態(tài)度...
謝幕的調(diào)侃,我只能把這些歸結為英國式的黑色幽默,天曉得Bruges究竟與哪些英國人有什么過節(jié),當然這種八成只有英國人才能會心一笑的幽默,非英人士真的不應該過份扯淡. 只求點到為止.
2------------- "In Bruges"的反美情結
"In Bruges"剛接觸我還習慣性的妄想其是好萊塢制造,但看著看著便自然不覺得了.因為身為一號男主角的Ray是個徹頭徹尾的反美主義者.他尤其和美利堅過不去可以表現(xiàn)在:先是鄙視了三只來自美國的麥當勞大象,又在餐廳當眾打了一個指責他女朋友吸煙的男士和一位向他揮舞致命酒瓶的女士.Ray戲稱他們?yōu)?quot;Yankee"(美國佬),卻在后來發(fā)現(xiàn)他們其實是加拿大佬Orz.下一件壯舉是借著海洛英的亢奮勁兒用假正經(jīng)的空手道放倒了一個有嚴重種族主義傾向的美國侏儒.還要補充的是Ray還為身受美國人所害的越南人和英國披頭士樂隊主唱列儂抱不平.
3--------------Ray,Ken & Harry
Ray其角色在影片中最逗最吸引人,一臉蛋憂郁無辜的小樣,消極悲觀,既犯賤又憨厚的態(tài)度,還拌有悲喜無常的歇斯底里,而其處境又讓人深感憐憫,有點英國式幽默的韻味.
Ken則是三人中比較正常的性情中人.喜歡把晚輩視為親弟弟般照顧,把上司視為長輩般尊敬.至于他在星空下的鐘樓里向著Harry鄭重的重復了兩次"I love u",大家千萬不要誤解成老男人搞斷背.人家老外對于愛情,親情,友情,兄弟之情,姐妹之情等等等等的感情通用表達式即為"I love u~".對某人的深厚感情,用"I love u"表達,既純真而直接.(當然一般情況下沒必要太深情,不然真的會認為是搞斷背的~ )
Harry我們都知道他不是惡棍,他只是個連孕婦都會遷就的原則崇拜型殺手,也是手下敬愛的模范好老大.雖然有偏愛用"Fucking"當形容詞的癖好,有些臭脾氣.不過他真的不什么惡棍.可是他出于原則性問題,義無返顧地追殺一號男主角,因而觸動了商業(yè)片法則,受以反派角色之待遇.當Harry的光榮飲彈謝罪,他卻偏偏沒意識到這一切只不過是一場有點兒復雜的誤會,可憐的Harry此時光榮指數(shù)大打折扣,倒霉地在結尾高潮處掛掉了...
4-------------理論上, Ray最后死了.
理論上,Ray最終還是死了,只是我們沒能親眼證實.就如同Ken,是種因果循環(huán).Ken曾斃掉了一個向他揮舞致命酒瓶的好人,其人則是為了保護兄弟而犧牲.Ken也同樣為了保護情深意重的Ray而犧牲.所以Ray必然會遭遇子彈穿胸,就象他如此對待那位神父一樣.一樣得死掉...
當然,這僅僅是理論上的事兒...
5-------------給他四顆~
我喜歡黑色幽默,因此喜愛"In Bruges".黑色喜劇習慣以黑暗的故事為基調(diào).營造出一種拌有憂傷的黑暗幽默.但畢竟再好也是跳不出商業(yè)片這道檻,所以四顆星理所應得.
6 ) 在布魯日看的《在布魯日》
前不久，我在布魯日看了《在布魯日》。
布魯日是一個美麗的比利時小城，也是保存完好的一個古城。它應該是比利時風格的典范，而不是已經(jīng)國際化的布魯塞爾。布魯日號稱小威尼斯，卻沒有威尼斯那樣商業(yè)化，片中出現(xiàn)的許多場景我都剛剛去過，因此頗有共鳴：諸如運河邊的風景和游船，廣場上的彩色房子和高高的鐘樓，裝有耶穌的血的圣血教堂…… 這里有幾張片中的截圖和我在布魯日的實拍對比，些許照片角度不太一樣，但可以認出是一個地方。
【圖見 http://www.saoyuying.com/2011/11/in-bruges/】
影片從一段凄美的鋼琴旋律中揭幕，隨后這段旋律也貫穿了整部電影，或用管樂重復，或用男中音吟唱，憂郁冰冷，凄美婉轉，襯托出了本片的兩大特色：布魯日的美麗風景和英國人的冷感。
是的，這是一部在比利時布魯日拍攝的英國片。英國人的特點就是冷感和黑色幽默，從電影一開始的幾個風光鏡頭就可以看出他們獨特的視角，請看這位安詳?shù)墓肪?br>
本片的主角Ray的演員是科林·法瑞爾，一個長相頗似布拉德·皮特的愛爾蘭演員，尤其是發(fā)揚光大了布皮傻和囧的一面。在本片中他時常翹著八字眉，一副傻樣，濃重的愛爾蘭口音，這樣的形象卻是一個年輕的殺手，可謂絕對的土鱉級活寶。男二號Ken的飾演者布萊丹·格里森也算是老牌英國演員了，他是年長的殺手，在殺人如麻之余又頗有人文情懷。
這樣一老一少兩個殺手在風光旖旎布魯日觀光自然有不少喜感。一個贊嘆這座寧靜美麗的城市和其豐富的歷史底蘊，另一個則堅決的認為這里是shithole。
而男三號Harry（拉爾夫·費因斯）則更是陰陽怪氣的代表。滿口用來做動詞名詞形容詞副詞的fxxk組成的絮絮叨叨不緊不慢的超級長句是他的典型表達方式，他還死守著一些莫名其妙的規(guī)則，其中最明顯的就是殺人隨便殺，但是殺了小孩就必須償命。
除了3位男主角，本片自然也少不了女性，和Ray演對手戲的女一號相比，我更喜歡那個文雅美貌的旅館女老板，絕對讓人舒服的美女，又絕無美式的俗氣。在關鍵時刻，她還表現(xiàn)出了她的正直和堅強，讓她更加美麗。
冷感的英國人自然少不了刻薄的冷幽默。在片里英國人先后歧視了肥胖的美國人，并把仇恨記在了美國人槍殺了約翰·列儂的賬上，揶揄了過度環(huán)保的加拿大人，有過虐童丑聞的比利時人，以及比利時人的英語口音（I heet/hit the Canadian?）。當然也不忘挖苦一下英國自己的某城市（托特納姆？和導演有仇大概），反復無厘頭的提及好斗的越南人，在互相追殺的時候還要商量保證自己一定會跳進運河，最后不忘贊美一句“布魯日真漂亮，要是不在比利時就好了”。
片中還有不少對話很能反映這種冷感：
“You’re from America?”
“Yes. But don’t hold it against me.”
“I’ll try.”
Ken和一個侏儒的對話。侏儒的自卑不在于自己是侏儒，而是自己的美國人身份。
Harry（拉爾夫·費因斯）惱羞成怒的摔爛電話，妻子進來說“It’s an inanimate fucking object.”
狂怒的Harry罵道“You are an inanimate fucking object!”
事后道歉，還要強調(diào)一遍“I’m sorry for calling you an inanimate fucking object”
這種把拗口的臟話反復念叨的方式還在其他地方可見，Ken和Harry唇槍舌劍，罵到了對方的孩子：
Ken:Harry, let’s face it.And I’m not being funny, I mean no disrespect,but you’re a cunt.You’re a cunt now, you’ve always been a cunt.And the only thing that’s gonna change is you’re gonna become an even bigger cunt.Maybe have some more cunt kids.
Harry:Leave my kids fucking out of it.What have they done?You fucking retract that bit about my cunt fucking kids!
Ken:I retract that bit about your cunt fucking kids.
Harry:Insulting my fucking kids! That’s going overboard, mate!
Ken:I retracted it, didn’t I?Still leaves you being a cunt.
Harry:Yeah, I fucking got that.
黑體這句便是典型。其他還有神經(jīng)兮兮的比利時人糾結于“Alcove”這個詞等等情節(jié)。
但這種幽默不是充斥著影片的各個角落，而是本片悲傷基調(diào)的點綴。其實這部電影還有個中文名叫《殺手沒有假期》。隨著情節(jié)的推進，這種悲情的憂郁氣氛愈發(fā)濃厚，幾個身為殺手的人心中的人性本質(zhì)和他們的身份與經(jīng)歷不斷的沖突。Ray的痛苦是自己第一次工作的過失，無論如何也無法補救，深深的自責和不安其實才是這傻里傻氣的神經(jīng)兮兮的根源。Ken做了半輩子殺手，似乎早已麻木，但偶爾喚起的對美好事物的贊嘆還是令他不時觸動，而老板的最新指令更是讓他陷入了深深的矛盾之中。Harry看似冷酷無情，其實也是個悲情人物，他被自己的規(guī)矩所束縛所奴役，他習慣了壓抑自己的真實感情，也習慣壓抑別人的。他最后一次快樂的假期是在7歲，在布魯日。影片也沒有詳盡的理性的討論這些，只是讓觀眾感受到了他們內(nèi)心的悲苦，融入在這冰冷美麗的布魯日的圣誕節(jié)中。
本片用了一種很有特征的背景虛化的手法來處理畫面，既浪漫化了這個城市和這個故事，又突出了人物內(nèi)心的沖突：
這種美感是貫穿每個細節(jié)的，而殺手的悲劇命運也是無處逃遁的，影片在Ray仰視著布魯日圣誕節(jié)夜空中飄落的小雪中落幕。女主角在影片中提到過“還沒有過一部關于布魯日好電影”，現(xiàn)在有了，就是這部《在布魯日》，或者叫《殺手沒有假期》。
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布魯日是一個美麗的比利時小城，也是保存完好的一個古城。它應該是比利時風格的典范，而不是已經(jīng)國際化的布魯塞爾。布魯日號稱小威尼斯，卻沒有威尼斯那樣商業(yè)化，片中出現(xiàn)的許多場景我都剛剛去過，因此頗有共鳴：諸如運河邊的風景和游船，廣場上的彩色房子和高高的鐘樓，裝有耶穌的血的圣血教堂…… 這里有幾張片中的截圖和我在布魯日的實拍對比，些許照片角度不太一樣，但可以認出是一個地方。
【圖見 http://www.saoyuying.com/2011/11/in-bruges/】
影片從一段凄美的鋼琴旋律中揭幕，隨后這段旋律也貫穿了整部電影，或用管樂重復，或用男中音吟唱，憂郁冰冷，凄美婉轉，襯托出了本片的兩大特色：布魯日的美麗風景和英國人的冷感。
是的，這是一部在比利時布魯日拍攝的英國片。英國人的特點就是冷感和黑色幽默，從電影一開始的幾個風光鏡頭就可以看出他們獨特的視角，請看這位安詳?shù)墓肪?br>
本片的主角Ray的演員是科林·法瑞爾，一個長相頗似布拉德·皮特的愛爾蘭演員，尤其是發(fā)揚光大了布皮傻和囧的一面。在本片中他時常翹著八字眉，一副傻樣，濃重的愛爾蘭口音，這樣的形象卻是一個年輕的殺手，可謂絕對的土鱉級活寶。男二號Ken的飾演者布萊丹·格里森也算是老牌英國演員了，他是年長的殺手，在殺人如麻之余又頗有人文情懷。
這樣一老一少兩個殺手在風光旖旎布魯日觀光自然有不少喜感。一個贊嘆這座寧靜美麗的城市和其豐富的歷史底蘊，另一個則堅決的認為這里是shithole。
而男三號Harry（拉爾夫·費因斯）則更是陰陽怪氣的代表。滿口用來做動詞名詞形容詞副詞的fxxk組成的絮絮叨叨不緊不慢的超級長句是他的典型表達方式，他還死守著一些莫名其妙的規(guī)則，其中最明顯的就是殺人隨便殺，但是殺了小孩就必須償命。
除了3位男主角，本片自然也少不了女性，和Ray演對手戲的女一號相比，我更喜歡那個文雅美貌的旅館女老板，絕對讓人舒服的美女，又絕無美式的俗氣。在關鍵時刻，她還表現(xiàn)出了她的正直和堅強，讓她更加美麗。
冷感的英國人自然少不了刻薄的冷幽默。在片里英國人先后歧視了肥胖的美國人，并把仇恨記在了美國人槍殺了約翰·列儂的賬上，揶揄了過度環(huán)保的加拿大人，有過虐童丑聞的比利時人，以及比利時人的英語口音（I heet/hit the Canadian?）。當然也不忘挖苦一下英國自己的某城市（托特納姆？和導演有仇大概），反復無厘頭的提及好斗的越南人，在互相追殺的時候還要商量保證自己一定會跳進運河，最后不忘贊美一句“布魯日真漂亮，要是不在比利時就好了”。
片中還有不少對話很能反映這種冷感：
“You’re from America?”
“Yes. But don’t hold it against me.”
“I’ll try.”
Ken和一個侏儒的對話。侏儒的自卑不在于自己是侏儒，而是自己的美國人身份。
Harry（拉爾夫·費因斯）惱羞成怒的摔爛電話，妻子進來說“It’s an inanimate fucking object.”
狂怒的Harry罵道“You are an inanimate fucking object!”
事后道歉，還要強調(diào)一遍“I’m sorry for calling you an inanimate fucking object”
這種把拗口的臟話反復念叨的方式還在其他地方可見，Ken和Harry唇槍舌劍，罵到了對方的孩子：
Ken:Harry, let’s face it.And I’m not being funny, I mean no disrespect,but you’re a cunt.You’re a cunt now, you’ve always been a cunt.And the only thing that’s gonna change is you’re gonna become an even bigger cunt.Maybe have some more cunt kids.
Harry:Leave my kids fucking out of it.What have they done?You fucking retract that bit about my cunt fucking kids!
Ken:I retract that bit about your cunt fucking kids.
Harry:Insulting my fucking kids! That’s going overboard, mate!
Ken:I retracted it, didn’t I?Still leaves you being a cunt.
Harry:Yeah, I fucking got that.
黑體這句便是典型。其他還有神經(jīng)兮兮的比利時人糾結于“Alcove”這個詞等等情節(jié)。
但這種幽默不是充斥著影片的各個角落，而是本片悲傷基調(diào)的點綴。其實這部電影還有個中文名叫《殺手沒有假期》。隨著情節(jié)的推進，這種悲情的憂郁氣氛愈發(fā)濃厚，幾個身為殺手的人心中的人性本質(zhì)和他們的身份與經(jīng)歷不斷的沖突。Ray的痛苦是自己第一次工作的過失，無論如何也無法補救，深深的自責和不安其實才是這傻里傻氣的神經(jīng)兮兮的根源。Ken做了半輩子殺手，似乎早已麻木，但偶爾喚起的對美好事物的贊嘆還是令他不時觸動，而老板的最新指令更是讓他陷入了深深的矛盾之中。Harry看似冷酷無情，其實也是個悲情人物，他被自己的規(guī)矩所束縛所奴役，他習慣了壓抑自己的真實感情，也習慣壓抑別人的。他最后一次快樂的假期是在7歲，在布魯日。影片也沒有詳盡的理性的討論這些，只是讓觀眾感受到了他們內(nèi)心的悲苦，融入在這冰冷美麗的布魯日的圣誕節(jié)中。
本片用了一種很有特征的背景虛化的手法來處理畫面，既浪漫化了這個城市和這個故事，又突出了人物內(nèi)心的沖突：
這種美感是貫穿每個細節(jié)的，而殺手的悲劇命運也是無處逃遁的，影片在Ray仰視著布魯日圣誕節(jié)夜空中飄落的小雪中落幕。女主角在影片中提到過“還沒有過一部關于布魯日好電影”，現(xiàn)在有了，就是這部《在布魯日》，或者叫《殺手沒有假期》。
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殺這樣的字，盯的久了會發(fā)現(xiàn)你不認識了；而一個殺手，當你認識了他，這個詞再不能描述他。這中譯名是有夠悲涼的。是部出乎意料的好片。
1,柯林的表演有學習德尼羅的傾向；2，港化，無間團隊可以翻拍，or老杜的作坊也成；3，事關救贖、榮譽，色調(diào)和音樂都很出位
據(jù)悉，韓式半永久紋眉店將邀請科林法瑞爾做形象代言，科林法瑞爾當即表示愿把一半眉毛捐給拉爾夫費因斯用作植發(fā)。
科林法瑞爾的眉毛可以360°全旋?。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。。?/p>
太有味道的電影 配樂完美 好生孤獨?。?/p>
囧囧有神
“你有懷念過什么嗎？”哪怕是一座城市的美麗與寧靜——導演長片處女作，即用靜詣與慈懷殺死我們?！皻⒘藗€小男孩。那就拯救下一個小男孩吧，隨便去個什么地方，離開這一行，做點好事。人死不能復生，你不可能讓那孩子復活，但是你可以拯救下一個?！辈剪斎?，充滿著詭異離奇同時又有未知數(shù)的品質(zhì)。2008
主打黑色幽默的變格殺手片，儼然成為另一種次類型。殺手們不斷被拖離崗位，替換冷酷的是中年危機與救贖，從解決問題的人變成了問題所在。今次的三位殺手，讓導演兼編劇的McDonagh玩弄于一連串漫不經(jīng)心的巧合間，節(jié)約利用任何一個伏筆，炮制了最后一場徒勞悲情的虛無救贖。一個死的徒勞，什么都沒能阻止；一個死的諷刺，虛無的原則經(jīng)不起上帝開玩笑；一個死的遺憾，嗑藥涌起的自殺傾向沒能挽回他人生最后的三步錯棋：殺小孩、打食客、瞎劫匪，都是暴力惹得禍。Bruges原本只是幾個英國人的度假圣地，沒想到卻成了他們的永久天堂。
如此幽默的悲劇，如此悲傷的喜劇。新經(jīng)典。
這么講信用的老板真是少見
Hey guys, I wouldn’t go up there, it’s really narrow.
笑不出來，只有感動。
說到底，是身為一個殺手的原則、和身為一個人的愛。
照著電影走了一趟布魯日 http://www.douban.com/photos/album/20220680/
堅持看下去并且看完，你才會發(fā)現(xiàn)，這是多么優(yōu)秀的一部電影
處女長片即彰顯劇本的功力不凡，雖有設計感，但被包裹在黑色喜劇走向的宿命論里，幾乎消失無痕；冷面熱心的仨殺手，依舊保持著道上人的職業(yè)操守與行業(yè)規(guī)矩，依舊葆有珍稀的兄弟情義，不無荒唐的行徑背后，是對涼薄命運發(fā)出的慘淡微笑，是掙扎在煉獄與地獄之間的卑微懇求。
生活毀于哪里呢？毀于無效的天真和腐朽的世故?？删谷槐贿@三個殺手身上的天真和世故打動，英國人的黑色幽默還真煽情。布魯日不適合度假，適合贖罪。
應當是屬于杜琪峰的故事，很明顯靈感是來自槍火和放逐。片子不錯，但完全可以拍的更有味更好看，可惜柯林法瑞爾和他那些可有可無的戀愛戲給片子拖了后腿。
科林法瑞爾這個時候還沒長殘呢……費因斯演個黑幫老大結果被一個看門的戳額頭戳戳戳戳的笑死了
或許很多人會被類型分類所迷惑，但如果靜下心來看，會一點一點被它所吸引。那種靜謐氣氛下的黑色幽默難以言狀，荒誕而又始終保持著陰郁讓人感到憂傷。只能說，這些殺手都不太冷?！铩铩铩?/p>