In Bruges Page #2

I'm f***ing telling you, Harry.

(DOOR LOCK TURNING)

Would you turn

the f***ing light off!

Sorry, Ken.

Keep the f***ing noise down!

Someone's in a mood.

(SOFTLY) You'll never guess what.

Will you shut your f***ing mouth,

please, and go to sleep?

Oh, sorry.

Except I've gotta take me

contact lenses out.

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.

- What?

Got a date for tomorrow night.

I'm very happy for you.

With a girl.

Can you turn

the light off, please?

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.

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...

Cock?

Yes. He's a bit of a cock.

Morning.

Harry called last night.

We missed him.

Jeez, he swears a lot, doesn't he?

We're staying in tonight.

Whatever happens.

Hmm.

Except...

Hmm.

Hmm.

Except 'hmm' what?

Except only one of us

needs to stay in, really.

Uh-huh.

And which one of us

would that be, now, Ray?

I thought you didn't like Bruges.

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.

Just don't get into

any f***ing trouble.

We're keeping a low profile.

And this morning,

and this afternoon,

we are doing what I want to do.

- Got it?

- Of course.

Which, I presume,

will involve culture.

Oh, we shall strike a balance

between culture and fun.

Somehow I believe, Ken, that the

balance shall tip in the favor of culture.

Like a big, fat, f***ing retarded,

f***ing black girl

on a seesaw, opposite

a dwarf.

(DRAGGING FEET)

(SOFTLY) 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?

We are doing the things

that you wanted to do today.

And that we'd do them without you

throwing a f***ing moody,

like some 5-year-old who's dropped

all his sweets?

I didn't agree to that.

I'll cheer up.

I'll cheer up.

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?

No, what's it

said to contain?

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.

Yeah. 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.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

So, yeah, I'm gonna go up in the queue

and touch it, which is what you do.

- Yeah?

- Yeah. You coming?

Do I have to?

- Do you have to?

- Of course you don't have to.

It's Jesus' f***ing blood, isn't it?

Of course you don't f***ing have to!

Of course you don't

f***ing have to!

You little f***ing c*nt.

(SIGHS)

RAY:
Murder, Father.

PRIEST:
Why did you

murder someone, Raymond?

For money, Father.

For money?

You murdered someone for money?

Yes, Father.

Not out of anger, not out of nothing.

For money.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Who did you murder

for money, Raymond?

You, Father.

I'm sorry?

I said you, Father.

What, are you deaf?

Harry Waters says hello.

The little boy.

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?

- It's Judgment Day, you know?

- Oh, yeah.

What's that then?

Well, it's, you know,

the final day on Earth.

When mankind will be judged for all

the crimes they've committed and that.

And see who gets into Heaven and

who gets into Hell and all that?

Yeah.

And what's the other place?

Purgatory.

Purgatory?

Purgatory's kind of like

the in-betweeny one.

You weren't really sh*t, but you

weren't all that great, either.

Like Tottenham.

Do you believe

in all that stuff, Ken?

About Tottenham?

The Last Judgment

and the afterlife.

Guilt and sins and

Hell and all that?

Um...

Well...

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.

Yeah. And anyway, if you tried to

help her carry her shopping,

she'd probably think you were

just trying to nick her shopping.

Exactly. This is the world

we live in today.

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.

Who's that?

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.

Hmm.

In my book, though, sorry,

someone comes at you with a bottle,

that is a deadly weapon,

he's gotta take the consequences.

I know that in my heart.

I also know that he was just trying

to protect his brother, you know?

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.

Well, technically, your bare hands

can kill somebody, too.

They can be deadly weapons, too.

I mean, what if he knew karate, say?

You said he was

a lollipop man.

He was a lollipop man.

What's a lollipop man doing

knowing f***ing karate?

I'm just saying.

- How old was he?

- About 50.

What's a 50-year-old lollipop man

doing knowing f***ing karate?

What was he,

a Chinese lollipop man?

Jesus, Ken, I'm trying to

talk about...

I know what you're

trying to talk about.

I killed a little boy.

You keep bringing up f***ing lollipop men!

You didn't mean

to kill a little boy.

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.

(SIGHS)

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.

Don't even think like that.

(EXHALES)

You look good.

What's it matter anyway?

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

So, what do you do, Raymond?

I shoot people for money.

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