In Bruges Page #4

Yeah.

Meaning, like,

in a good dream?

Yeah. Of course,

like in a good dream.

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?

Huh?

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:'

Raamstraat 17.

You got that?

Yes, Raamstraat 17.

Good:
There'll be a man there tomorrow

morning at 9:
:00, his name's Yuri.

- Yuri.

- 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.

After what's done?

Are you being thick?

- No.

- 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

f***ing 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?

It stops with me, Harry.

That's an easy one.

Look, don't get shirty, Ken.

Listen, I'm just glad that I was able

to do something for the boy before he went.

Do what for the boy?

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:'

'I know I'm awake, but I feel like

I'm in a dream.'

Yeah.

Give me a call

when he's dead.

(GASPS)

That's my f***ing girlfriend,

you a**hole.

Eirik, what are you doing?

Where are you from, f***er?

Ireland, originally.

And you think it's okay

to come over to Belgium

and f*** another man's girl?

Look, I didn't know she had

a boyfriend, all right?

And I haven't f***ed her, anyway.

Ask her. I'd only put me hand on it.

Eirik, put the gun down!

Get down on your knees

and open your mouth.

Don't start being silly.

Get down on your:

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 f***ing bum-boy!

That's not gonna help you, man.

Ray, there's only

blanks in that gun.

Eirik, don't!

Now who's the f***ing bum-boy?

You, you f***ing bum-boy!

(GROANING)

Chloe, what exactly

is going on here?

I can't see!

I can't see!

Of course you can't

f***ing see! I just shot

a blank in your f***ing eyes!

- Is this fella your boyfriend?

- No. I mean, he used to be.

Well, what's he doing here?

We... We rob tourists, sometimes.

I f***ing knew it was too good

to be true!

I knew you'd have never

shagged me, normally.

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!

Stop whingeing

like a big gay baby.

I haven't had a shag in months!

I can't see out of this eye, Chloe!

I have to go to the hospital!

I'll drive you.

Great! Now the whole

night's ruined!

No!

You can stay if you want. I just

don't know how long I'll be.

I just knew someone like you

would never like someone like me.

- I just knew.

- What do you mean, someone like me?

You know, someone nice.

Call me. Please.

EIRIK:
Chloe!

Cha-ching!

(MUMBLES)

Have you got some

sort of problem?

No, no problem.

Four beers in 20 minutes.

No problem.

F*** off.

JIMMY:
Beer and a red wine.

I'll be back.

How's the movie going?

It's a jumped-up Eurotrash piece of

rip-off f***ing bullshit.

Like, in a bad way?

Your girlfriend's

very pretty.

She ain't my girlfriend.

She's a prostitute I just picked up.

Didn't know there were

any prostitutes in Bruges.

You just have to look

in the right places.

Brothels are good.

Well, you've picked up

a very pretty prostitute.

Thank you.

You from the States?

Yeah.

But don't hold it against me.

I'll try not to.

Just try not to say

anything too loud or crass.

Hey-ho. Drowning

your sorrows, huh?

What sorrows?

You know, being a sad, old, ugly little man.

One gay beer, please.

How'd your date go?

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.

You got five grams of coke?

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.

Give us a gram, then.

I thought you were laying off,

because it makes you depressed?

You know what? Right now,

I don't really give a f***.

Why didn't you wave hello to me

today when I waved hello to you today?

I was on a very strong

horse tranquilizer today.

I wasn't waving hello to anybody,

except maybe to a horse.

Huh? What are you

talking about?

Just horseshit.

You from America?

Yeah. But don't

hold it against me.

Well, that's for me

to decide, isn't it?

Are you from America, too?

No, I'm from Amsterdam.

(SCOFFS) Amsterdam.

Amsterdam is just a load of bloody

prostitutes, isn't it?

Yes. That's why I came to Bruges.

I thought I'd get

a better price for my p*ssy here.

Huh?

You two are weird.

Would you like some cocaine?

I've also got some

acid and some ecstasy.

(POP MUSIC PLAYING)

Herv 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?

Huh?

Would you ever think about killing

yourself because you're a midget?

F***, man!

What kind of question is that?

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 sh*t about us at all.

Has he still not called?

No. Still hasn't called.

No news is good news, eh?

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

RAY:
Hmm.

Who's she?

JIMMY:
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.

And I know whose side I'm fighting on.

I'm fighting with the blacks.

The whites are gonna get

their heads kicked in!

JIMMY:
You don't decide

this sh*t, man.

Well, who are the half-castes

gonna fight with?

The blacks, man.

That's obvious.

But what about the Pakistanis?

The blacks.

What about...

Think of a hard one.

What about the Vietnamese?

The blacks!

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?

Yeah.

That would make a good film!

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