最近看了很多Man片
先看了Rock&rolla
然后看了Crank
之后看了Pineapple Express
然后看了Gran Torino
看Man片看的有些反胃
排除Gran Torino是Old Man片以外
其它的片子有如下共同特點(diǎn)
1.主角是殺手或者黑幫混的，最少也是個(gè)販毒的
2.都有個(gè)老大
3.都被自己的老大迫害

從這類人物背景出發(fā)，能發(fā)展出的情節(jié)其實(shí)不外乎幾種
而In Bruges和Pineapple Express走的是一個(gè)路線
描寫的是男人的友誼

Pineapple Express更為荒誕搞笑些，片子是很輕松的喜劇，夾雜一點(diǎn)感動(dòng)。人物都是槍打不死的，而幾個(gè)成年人之間的友誼則更傾向于兒時(shí)的小朋友間的友誼。在菠蘿快線里，小朋友們會(huì)鬧毛盾，鬧了毛盾后會(huì)哭，會(huì)鬧，但是一道歉后兩個(gè)人立刻又和好了。
in Bruges則是稍微嚴(yán)肅一點(diǎn)的片子，稍微嚴(yán)肅了一點(diǎn)點(diǎn)而已，其中的幽默有濃厚的英國(guó)風(fēng)，帶著一點(diǎn)點(diǎn)黑色。片中男人間的友誼則更為深刻，更為肝膽醇厚。
當(dāng)兄弟間的友誼與工作沖突了，男人會(huì)選擇什么？
為了一個(gè)好兄弟，一個(gè)男人能為止給予什么？
片子里做了解答
英國(guó)人的幽默往往體現(xiàn)在語(yǔ)言上，相比我們從小被美國(guó)文化所熏陶，理解英式幽默比較難一些，在In Bruges里，英國(guó)人的段子無(wú)外乎嘲笑美國(guó)人，嘲笑其它東歐以及第三世界國(guó)家。In Bruges沒(méi)有Rock&Rolla的蓋里奇元素，但是當(dāng)你單獨(dú)把對(duì)白和笑點(diǎn)揪出來(lái)，Rock&Rolla和In Bruges都打著一樣的英國(guó)電影的烙印。
而在本片里，有一樣元素是別的片子都沒(méi)有的，這也是帶著英國(guó)標(biāo)簽的內(nèi)容，是一個(gè)英國(guó)電影里少有的專利，片子里講到了我們已經(jīng)不太熟悉的紳士風(fēng)度。
紳士風(fēng)度是什么，紳士風(fēng)度是不傷害父女兒童
紳士風(fēng)度是說(shuō)話算話，即便代價(jià)是生命
紳士風(fēng)度是原則，紳士風(fēng)度是適當(dāng)?shù)臅r(shí)候打破原則
紳士風(fēng)度是臨死前的幽默
紳士風(fēng)度是榮耀，是聲望
紳士風(fēng)度是無(wú)畏
痞子文化已經(jīng)在英國(guó)電影中成了一個(gè)鮮明的標(biāo)簽了
而真正我們?cè)?jīng)知道的英國(guó)人特有的那點(diǎn)讓我們著迷的東西
在這部電影中能看到一個(gè)苗頭
我想編劇一定是一個(gè)充滿了民族自豪感的人
一邊紳士著，一邊蔑視著其它

這是我在豆瓣記錄的第一千部電影，因此遲遲沒(méi)有看，就是想挑部好的。這個(gè)晚上，想了很久，選了一部看著像商業(yè)片（中文翻譯是《殺手沒(méi)有假期》，好像一部跟《趕盡殺絕》一樣的猛片），但前陣子看個(gè)片頭就覺(jué)得很沉悶的電影，《IN BRUGES》——個(gè)人直覺(jué)這片子有戲。
果然，耐著性子看完開(kāi)頭三十分鐘的緩慢和悠長(zhǎng)之后（其實(shí)也沒(méi)覺(jué)得難捱，因?yàn)榕錁?lè)是相當(dāng)?shù)煤寐?tīng)），這部片子讓我欲罷不能，一直到末了，才悵然地嘆口氣。
因?yàn)槲艺f(shuō)不出是好笑還是悲傷，在整個(gè)播放過(guò)程中，我不停地在發(fā)笑和難過(guò)之間蕩來(lái)蕩去。
怎么說(shuō)呢，不劇透了，說(shuō)說(shuō)它的好處吧：
1.如此正宗如此濃郁的黑色幽默——英倫三島很很干巴巴又很機(jī)靈的黑色幽默——這是推薦中年男的原因之一——在我們的幽默感慢慢被生活沉淀為無(wú)趣的時(shí)候，此時(shí)我們已經(jīng)不大稀罕少年那種不夠含蓄的搞笑滑稽，而需要一種洞察式的譏誚。無(wú)數(shù)個(gè)場(chǎng)景，拎出來(lái)就是絕好的冷笑話，我相信不久就會(huì)有本片的經(jīng)典臺(tái)詞語(yǔ)錄。
2.很MAN的電影——這是推薦中年男的原因之二——在我們的男人味逐漸磨平成世故的時(shí)候，算是給我們殘存的燈里添點(diǎn)油，提醒我們依然可以豪氣干云，雖然體型已經(jīng)失控。三個(gè)男人的故事，三個(gè)沒(méi)有發(fā)達(dá)的肱二頭肌腹肌胸肌叉腰肌的男人：一個(gè)不安靜的年輕仔，一個(gè)大腹便便的中年男；一個(gè)好像得了甲亢的中年男——他們都很MAN。對(duì)于一部殺手片來(lái)說(shuō)，這些都太合適不過(guò)了……哦，還有一個(gè)很堅(jiān)持原則的胖子文物保護(hù)單位管理員，他也很MAN，雖然挨了頓胖揍。
3.非常好聽(tīng)的配樂(lè)——這是推薦中年男的原因之三——品位，品位啊。適合一個(gè)潮濕陰暗古老偏僻的比利時(shí)小鎮(zhèn)的鋼琴聲，憂郁而溫柔，配上電影里三個(gè)又搞笑又讓人起敬的殺手，很好很強(qiáng)大。
4.天衣無(wú)縫的劇本——這是推薦中年男的原因之四——智慧啊，一腦門子都是智慧。啥叫無(wú)巧不成書，得巧得自然，不露痕跡。每個(gè)邂逅的線索都是伏筆，到最后一起涌現(xiàn)出來(lái)，讓人恍然大悟。
5.很浪漫的電影——這是推薦中年男的原因之五——一見(jiàn)鐘情的浪漫，過(guò)命交情的浪漫，殺手和殺手之間的惺惺相惜，中年人對(duì)年輕人的愛(ài)護(hù)希望，無(wú)一不浪漫頭頂，給我們?nèi)諠u平庸的生活一點(diǎn)夢(mèng)幻色彩。
6.這個(gè)我拿不準(zhǔn)是否適合中年男——有N多哈利波特里出現(xiàn)的演員……其實(shí)也是適合的，因?yàn)檫@些演員都是演技派，對(duì)于喜歡看門道的中年男來(lái)說(shuō)，是一部過(guò)癮的戲，一舉一動(dòng)無(wú)不帶著精彩。
7.服裝——?dú)W式的古典的平整的熨帖的，怎么穿怎么好看，無(wú)論男女，無(wú)論老少，這算是企圖講究的中年男另一個(gè)不大不小的傾心點(diǎn)吧。
總之，各位超過(guò)35歲的WS男們，這部電影強(qiáng)烈推薦你們收藏。
另外，由于中年WS男往往是女文青的克星，因此這部電影也適合企圖掌握中年男人復(fù)雜微妙心理的女文青。

       兩個(gè)殺手，血跡斑斑，背負(fù)著自身的罪孽在布魯日度假旅行。年輕的殺手雷憂心忡忡滿臉抑郁，年長(zhǎng)的殺手肯輕松愜意略帶思緒。抑郁也罷，輕松也好，既然已抽身來(lái)到古雅的小鎮(zhèn)，何不享受一下血腥職業(yè)生涯中難得的自由？可劇情陡轉(zhuǎn)直下，雖想悠游自在，“自由”二字卻注定和他們無(wú)緣，乃是他們?yōu)橹疁S陷的噩夢(mèng)：肯接到老板哈里的命令，要他殺掉雷，而肯不愿意使命令成為現(xiàn)實(shí)，于是大費(fèi)周章，甚至丟掉性命；雷則一直心神意亂，困擾在誤殺孩童的夢(mèng)魘中脫不開(kāi)身。影片在二人懶懶散散的神游閑逛中刻畫出他們的不自由，一個(gè)被迫去做不情愿做的事情，一個(gè)因心事而悲苦愁情不得安寧。在布魯日的冬日陽(yáng)光下，他們要經(jīng)歷何種的周游，才能擺脫自身的陰霾？

    除去高矮胖瘦，英俊臃腫這些體貌特征，電影用簡(jiǎn)潔略帶情緒化的對(duì)話告訴我們，雷和肯的處世心態(tài)也不一樣。于肯而言，他不相信什么，但相信活著就要做一個(gè)好人，要遵循善的規(guī)則做事，比如最基本的扶老攜幼。雷馬上接著說(shuō)，扶老攜幼？在這個(gè)世道上，說(shuō)不定那個(gè)你攙扶的老太婆還要怪你把她的東西提壞了呢。他沒(méi)什么善的觀念，也沒(méi)有什么信仰，也許他只有一個(gè)八字眉，永遠(yuǎn)掛在愁苦的臉上。

    曾有兩種自由觀念在西方先后出現(xiàn)，古希臘柏拉圖一派講的是，自由關(guān)鍵在于擁有善。人把握住了善，行動(dòng)就得到了自由?？蠚⑷?，但他認(rèn)為所殺的都是壞人，除去一個(gè)無(wú)辜者，那是為救自己兄弟而被肯殺死的男人。在片尾哈里追殺而來(lái)，面對(duì)欲殺雷的哈里，肯陷入了一個(gè)輪回，他現(xiàn)在就成了為保護(hù)兄弟雷不被殺而反被殺手殘害的人。他之所以要去阻止哈里，那是去做他認(rèn)為應(yīng)該做的事，無(wú)論是否能夠從往日的罪惡中解脫出來(lái)，至少在拯救雷的過(guò)程中，他能得到自由。

    但這種對(duì)自由的看法忽視了這樣一個(gè)事實(shí)：人有可能不清楚什么是善？更有甚者本身就不是為擁有善而行動(dòng)的，那這些人的行為還能不能得到自由？肯認(rèn)為自己是持守“善”的，可難道把壞人通通殺掉就能算善？所以肯口中所言的“善”，定義并不清晰，他唯一堅(jiān)持的不過(guò)是他自己給善下的定義。

    片尾另一個(gè)相似的輪回更好的闡釋出：若有的人所行之事本不以善為主旨，那此類行為將會(huì)產(chǎn)生多么可笑又可怕的現(xiàn)實(shí)。這發(fā)生在哈里和雷之間，哈里認(rèn)為雷誤殺小孩應(yīng)該死，因?yàn)檫@是擬定好了的規(guī)則。而哈里殺雷時(shí)，無(wú)意間殺死了在場(chǎng)的侏儒，并將侏儒誤認(rèn)為小孩，按照自己所言的規(guī)則，他飲彈而亡。當(dāng)然，哈里的自盡絕非成仁之舉，而只是死守被抽掉“善”的觀念后徒留下的僵硬條款。這是對(duì)失去靈魂的律法規(guī)則的絕妙嘲諷，它既不能迎來(lái)善，又無(wú)法避免惡，只能讓彼此深陷在你來(lái)我往的同態(tài)復(fù)仇和冤冤相報(bào)中。
    
    從肯到哈里，最糟糕的情況出現(xiàn)了，那就是現(xiàn)實(shí)生活中，有些人的確沒(méi)有認(rèn)識(shí)善和擁有善的能力，他們的行動(dòng)怎么能稱得上是自由？于是便有了善外在于人的觀念，這就是基督教的自由觀，由神學(xué)家?jiàn)W古斯丁率先寫出。他說(shuō)，我們自身是無(wú)法把握住真理和善的，除非代表它們的上帝向我們顯現(xiàn)，自由只能在于真理自身的給予，也就是在信仰神的恩典中才能享有自由。

     也許從某種角度來(lái)說(shuō)，在布魯日即是在基督教中。伯爾曼的恢弘巨著《宗教與革命》中有一章名為“城市法”，在講述11、12世紀(jì)出現(xiàn)的新城市時(shí)，特別提到了布魯日。他說(shuō)，這些城市不是世界歷史上的第一批城市，但與它們完全相同的城市卻從來(lái)不曾有過(guò)。雖然，諸多的歷史學(xué)家為這樣一批城市在當(dāng)時(shí)的出現(xiàn)提出了歷史、經(jīng)濟(jì)、軍事方面的因素，但伯爾曼還是添加上了他自己認(rèn)為重要的兩個(gè)因素：“宗教因素”和“法律因素”。因?yàn)檫@些城市的建立都是宗教意義上的聯(lián)合，是依靠相同的宗教價(jià)值和宗教儀式而結(jié)合起來(lái)的區(qū)域組織。這時(shí)興建的城市，無(wú)論精神還是特性都源于基督教教會(huì)。布魯日的建立來(lái)自于當(dāng)時(shí)腓力伯爵所授予的特許狀，在此基礎(chǔ)上它建立起了自己的城市法律，甚至這些律法和規(guī)則都充滿了改革現(xiàn)實(shí)和拯救俗世的宗教情懷。
    
    借由伯爾曼的論述，我們來(lái)看看兩個(gè)殺手在假期中游覽的布魯日。兩人對(duì)于游玩經(jīng)過(guò)短暫爭(zhēng)論后，雷跟著肯來(lái)到了殺手觀光的第一站：“耶穌之血教堂”。在幽暗的教堂中，燭光映射出雷的心事滿懷和肯的敬畏虔誠(chéng)。第一站的用意或許在此：十字軍的騎士帶回耶穌死亡的血，而耶穌的死亡即所謂的“道成肉身”，在宗教意義上象征著耶穌用肉身代替世上的人承擔(dān)了罪，而此后的世間眾人就用信仰基督教來(lái)?yè)Q取末日審判之時(shí)的救贖。接下的畫面是一幕幕鮮血淋淋的宗教油畫。油畫用細(xì)膩的筆觸展示了，人為其所犯下的罪孽而所要承擔(dān)的種種痛苦和報(bào)應(yīng)。雷和肯最后在一副油畫面前停下，那正是“末日審判”。這一路的游覽表現(xiàn)出雷既在自身的經(jīng)歷中糾結(jié)折磨，又完全忽視了走出困境應(yīng)有的道路。他對(duì)肅穆的教堂滿不在乎正是因?yàn)樗木融H觀念異常淡薄。當(dāng)他看到油畫的慘烈場(chǎng)景時(shí)能激起心中恐懼，可對(duì)其中的蘊(yùn)義則又全然不知。
接下來(lái)雷回憶起誤殺幼童的場(chǎng)景，編導(dǎo)將其編排的極具宗教意味。殺人的地點(diǎn)安排在教堂，時(shí)間布置為告誡之時(shí)，被殺者是神父，誤殺者是正在祈禱的小孩，總之，一切的一切，都是站在了基督教的極端對(duì)立面。雷的不自由，正是因?yàn)椴欢猩频乃雎粤恕靶叛觥?。這類自由觀念正是強(qiáng)調(diào)自由別無(wú)他法，只能在宗教信仰中尋求，神的恩典中得救。

    對(duì)于信仰，雷似乎天生就是個(gè)絕緣體，對(duì)于罪過(guò)，他又有一步一驚心的敏感。他能在教堂中毫不在意的嘲諷，卻又在清晨薄霧中想起犯下的罪孽直掉眼淚；面對(duì)肯大談教堂歷史時(shí)漫不經(jīng)心詼諧以對(duì)，而看到剝皮割肉的油畫卻又感到了受刑般的創(chuàng)痛。雖然，在電影中的他喝酒泡妞打架斗毆飲酒吸毒，隨性所至無(wú)所不做?？梢豢匆?jiàn)他那永遠(yuǎn)擰上發(fā)條的八字眉，任誰(shuí)都知道，他擁有的是揪心苦悶而不是澄明自由。
    
    在最后中槍的喃喃自語(yǔ)中，雷終于意識(shí)到這該死的布魯日正是他末日審判后的煉獄。當(dāng)他在教堂中犯下后悔不已的惡行，卻來(lái)到被宗教包裹一切的城鎮(zhèn)里消磨時(shí)光，因?yàn)樽陨淼淖飷?，他在這里所有的際遇都轉(zhuǎn)變成了銘心苦痛的受難與懲罰！怪不得從始至終，他對(duì)布魯日的態(tài)度是fuck到底。
    
    在布魯日，殺手當(dāng)然沒(méi)有假期，殺手只能去面壁。在布魯日，愛(ài)情也并非遺忘愧疚往事的途徑，金發(fā)女郎的美麗與溫情掩蓋不了她是毒販和搶劫犯的本質(zhì)。在布魯日，想一勞永逸的解脫，自殺卻無(wú)法成功，因?yàn)閯e人的槍永遠(yuǎn)比自己的快準(zhǔn)狠。在布魯日，就算坐上逃亡的列車遠(yuǎn)離，結(jié)果仍舊要被陰差陽(yáng)錯(cuò)的帶回。在布魯日，雷連最后死亡的姿態(tài)與場(chǎng)景都是他所犯罪孽的重現(xiàn)。
    
    這如宛如圣城又似鬼域的布魯日，如此荒誕，如此扯淡，甚至連最后的落幕也是迷惑與茫然。在彌留時(shí)刻的雷一邊咒罵布魯日，一邊他低語(yǔ)他不想死。這個(gè)瞬間，他說(shuō)他靈光乍現(xiàn)，那是他正開(kāi)始接近自由呢，還是更加遠(yuǎn)離了自由？

原則問(wèn)題是一個(gè)很重要的問(wèn)題，以致于重要到可以派生出一大堆的笑話。

例一：
發(fā)生在百度劍風(fēng)傳奇吧。
那里有一個(gè)人，一直反對(duì)格里菲斯獻(xiàn)祭鷹之團(tuán)的同伴換取帝國(guó)夢(mèng)想。當(dāng)他反對(duì)“一將功成萬(wàn)骨枯”的正確性時(shí)候他說(shuō)：鷹之團(tuán)的同伴是有人權(quán)的，就算他們愚昧、懦弱、野蠻、螻蟻一般，他們的生存權(quán)在中世紀(jì)也應(yīng)該屬于他們自己，首領(lǐng)格里菲斯只是匪幫首領(lǐng)，并沒(méi)有權(quán)利安排別人的命運(yùn)。
然后，他發(fā)現(xiàn)對(duì)手是個(gè)女性。于是為了打擊對(duì)手以及她的理論，他又說(shuō)：女性的話總是感情用事，缺乏理性。這一點(diǎn)在某某權(quán)威性科學(xué)著作上已經(jīng)被證明了。
有人提醒他這話是性別歧視。
于是他說(shuō)：歧視是永遠(yuǎn)存在的。種族歧視、性別歧視是永遠(yuǎn)存在的。因此，我利用歧視來(lái)打擊對(duì)手沒(méi)有什么不妥。
別人提醒他:歧視是侵犯人權(quán)的，是不公正的，是反理性的。如果你反對(duì)格里菲斯是因?yàn)樗址噶塌椫畧F(tuán)成員的生存權(quán)，那你怎能利用侵犯女性人權(quán)的性別歧視理論來(lái)維護(hù)你的人權(quán)不受侵犯理論呢？
他回答說(shuō)：我不明白你這話是什么意思。你沒(méi)有理解我的意思。
……

例二：
發(fā)生在電影《In Bruges》
屬于少數(shù)族群的侏儒先生反對(duì)歧視中的歧視侏儒。他希望不受與他高度外貌不一樣的普通人的歧視。
但是，侏儒先生對(duì)有色人種有歧視。他敵視相對(duì)于多數(shù)族群（歐洲白人）有膚色差異的黑人侏儒以及越南正常人。在這以膚色差異為原則的敵視中，他可能認(rèn)為自己終于與多數(shù)族群（歐洲白人）融為一體了。
他企圖利用另一種歧視原則消除自身被歧視的感覺(jué)。
屬于少數(shù)族群的侏儒先生不討厭歧視中的非理性、非客觀、非公正、非善意，他對(duì)理性、客觀、公正、善意也沒(méi)有興趣。他的興趣在于自身如何擺脫被歧視的“感覺(jué)”，為此，什么話都可以說(shuō)，什么原則都可以采納。

例三：
雷說(shuō)：我不打女人。
女的說(shuō)：你打了她。
雷說(shuō)：那女的想用瓶子打我我才打她的。我不打手無(wú)寸鐵的女人。你不會(huì)因?yàn)槲掖蛄怂质裁聪敕ò桑?br>
例四：
《動(dòng)物農(nóng)場(chǎng)》里寫在墻壁上的《動(dòng)物宣言》及其無(wú)限多個(gè)后來(lái)版本。

例五：
某國(guó)憲法及人民生存實(shí)況。

原則，到底是什么？
在此片中，它表現(xiàn)為亨利射向自己的子彈。
幾乎全部的人類偉大理想都在實(shí)踐與傳承的過(guò)程中被拖逸拉扯涂涂改改，最后面具可憎，難辨其本來(lái)模樣。
拖逸拉扯與涂改的原則是什么？拖逸拉扯者與涂改者是不是站在永遠(yuǎn)不會(huì)被子彈擊中的安全地帶？
為了避免更多的笑話，這個(gè)問(wèn)題很重要。

悲壯的亨利，偉大的亨利，不通人情的亨利。
死了。
通情達(dá)理的肯，重情重義的肯，同性戀少數(shù)族群的肯。
死了。
實(shí)用主義，出爾反爾，要死要活，善于開(kāi)脫辯解的雷，
還活著。

活人們，怎么辦呢？

最后一個(gè)例子：
我有暴力的沖動(dòng)。
我想砍殺那些大腦萎縮心靈霉蛀卻每天依舊行走說(shuō)話跑出來(lái)的人。
我想砍斷他們的脖子，好讓他們不再說(shuō)傻話。
我想敲爛他們的腦袋，好讓他們不工作的器官不再浪費(fèi)能源。
我想挖出他們的心臟，他們不配享受它的跳動(dòng)。

但是，問(wèn)題是如果我真的按我的想法做了，我就必須堅(jiān)守原則——以同樣的方式干掉我自己，因?yàn)檫@樣的我也是大腦萎縮心靈霉蛀的。
我又怕死。
所以上面那些可怕的事，永遠(yuǎn)不可能發(fā)生，至少當(dāng)我意識(shí)到自己要堅(jiān)守原則的時(shí)候。

1-----------"In Bruges"鄙視Bruges的唧唧歪歪
   
   Ray感嘆Bruges是個(gè)"Shithole'的開(kāi)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(shí)在不想死在這Fucking Bruges Shithole" 我才想他真心的對(duì)Bruges咬牙切齒.再有導(dǎo)演兼編劇Martin McDonagh也刻意把片名起作"In Bruges". 許多觀眾覺(jué)得那樣起是為了表達(dá)出置身于Bruges的宗教氛圍,以照應(yīng)其救贖的主旋律.但我偏偏覺(jué)得如此取名有一部分原因是出于Ray的對(duì)于Bruges的Shithole情結(jié)....
   (看過(guò)影片,我個(gè)人感覺(jué)Bruges真是美倫美幻,或許只是純粹由于我長(zhǎng)這么大也沒(méi)有幾次能直接或間接地目睹過(guò)歌特建筑群的優(yōu)雅古樸.至于Ray,正如他解釋.從小便在愛(ài)爾蘭的-都柏林(Dublin)住慣了,索性不感冒)
    而導(dǎo)演為何要在本應(yīng)當(dāng)意味深長(zhǎng)的結(jié)尾,竟以Ray的垂死調(diào)侃Bruges做為收?qǐng)??:
    (表達(dá)了對(duì)小男孩母親的歉悔之意...Ray接著說(shuō):)
    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(méi)什么. 因?yàn)榫退阋M(jìn)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(guò)一個(gè)直覺(jué), 我意識(shí)到, "我操,這恐怕是最慘的情況了","安詳?shù)亻L(zhǎng)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(jué)得這樣翻譯才算貼切(請(qǐng)?jiān)徫覟榱俗非笤抖褂昧?quot;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(guò),掠過(guò)"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(wú)關(guān),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(jié)為英國(guó)式的黑色幽默,天曉得Bruges究竟與哪些英國(guó)人有什么過(guò)節(jié),當(dāng)然這種八成只有英國(guó)人才能會(huì)心一笑的幽默,非英人士真的不應(yīng)該過(guò)份扯淡. 只求點(diǎn)到為止.

2------------- "In Bruges"的反美情結(jié)

   "In Bruges"剛接觸我還習(xí)慣性的妄想其是好萊塢制造,但看著看著便自然不覺(jué)得了.因?yàn)樯頌橐惶?hào)男主角的Ray是個(gè)徹頭徹尾的反美主義者.他尤其和美利堅(jiān)過(guò)不去可以表現(xiàn)在:先是鄙視了三只來(lái)自美國(guó)的麥當(dāng)勞大象,又在餐廳當(dāng)眾打了一個(gè)指責(zé)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(guó)佬),卻在后來(lái)發(fā)現(xiàn)他們其實(shí)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(gè)有嚴(yán)重種族主義傾向的美國(guó)侏儒.還要補(bǔ)充的是Ray還為身受美國(guó)人所害的越南人和英國(guó)披頭士樂(lè)隊(duì)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(wú)辜的小樣,消極悲觀,既犯賤又憨厚的態(tài)度,還拌有悲喜無(wú)常的歇斯底里,而其處境又讓人深感憐憫,有點(diǎn)英國(guó)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(zhǎng)輩般尊敬.至于他在星空下的鐘樓里向著Harry鄭重的重復(fù)了兩次"I love u",大家千萬(wàn)不要誤解成老男人搞斷背.人家老外對(duì)于愛(ài)情,親情,友情,兄弟之情,姐妹之情等等等等的感情通用表達(dá)式即為"I love u~".對(duì)某人的深厚感情,用"I love u"表達(dá),既純真而直接.(當(dāng)然一般情況下沒(méi)必要太深情,不然真的會(huì)認(rèn)為是搞斷背的~ )
   Harry我們都知道他不是惡棍,他只是個(gè)連孕婦都會(huì)遷就的原則崇拜型殺手,也是手下敬愛(ài)的模范好老大.雖然有偏愛(ài)用"Fucking"當(dāng)形容詞的癖好,有些臭脾氣.不過(guò)他真的不什么惡棍.可是他出于原則性問(wèn)題,義無(wú)返顧地追殺一號(hào)男主角,因而觸動(dòng)了商業(yè)片法則,受以反派角色之待遇.當(dāng)Harry的光榮飲彈謝罪,他卻偏偏沒(méi)意識(shí)到這一切只不過(guò)是一場(chǎng)有點(diǎn)兒復(fù)雜的誤會(huì),可憐的Harry此時(shí)光榮指數(shù)大打折扣,倒霉地在結(jié)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(méi)能親眼證實(shí).就如同Ken,是種因果循環(huán).Ken曾斃掉了一個(gè)向他揮舞致命酒瓶的好人,其人則是為了保護(hù)兄弟而犧牲.Ken也同樣為了保護(hù)情深意重的Ray而犧牲.所以Ray必然會(huì)遭遇子彈穿胸,就象他如此對(duì)待那位神父一樣.一樣得死掉...
   當(dāng)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(ài)"In Bruges".黑色喜劇習(xí)慣以黑暗的故事為基調(diào).營(yíng)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(yīng)得.


    

             


  

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原作者三天時(shí)間出的臺(tái)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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