In Bruges Page #6

Ray did?

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.

Well, to be honest, it sounds like

it was all your fault.

What?

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 f*** up?

YURI:
Eirik, I really wouldn't respond.

I thought you wanted the guy dead?

I do want the guy dead.

I want him f***ing 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.

Well?

The boy is suicidal, Harry.

He's a walking dead man.

Keeps going on

about Hell and purgatory:

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 f***ing head off for me?'

'He's suicidal'?

I'm suicidal. You're suicidal.

Everybody's f***ing suicidal!

We don't all keep

going on about it!

Has he killed himself yet?

No. So he's not f***ing suicidal, is he?

He put a loaded gun to his head this morning.

I stopped him.

He... What?

This gets f***ing worse!

We were down in the park...

Let me get this right.

You were down in the park?

What's that got to do

with f***ing 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.

It wouldn't have

solved his problem.

Ken, if I had killed a little kid,

accidentally or otherwise,

I wouldn't have thought twice.

I'd have killed myself on the

f***ing spot. On the f***ing spot.

I'd have stuck the gun in me mouth

on the f***ing spot!

That's you, Harry.

The boy has the capacity to change.

The boy has the capacity to do

something decent with his life.

Excuse me, Ken.

I have the capacity to change.

Yeah, you do. You've the capacity

to get f***ing worse!

Yeah, now I'm

getting down to it!

Harry, let's face it.

And I'm not being funny,

I mean no disrespect,

but you're a c*nt.

You're a c*nt now,

you've always been a c*nt.

And the only thing that's

gonna change is you're gonna

become an even bigger c*nt.

Maybe have some

more c*nt kids.

Leave my kids f***ing out of it.

What have they done?

You f***ing retract that bit

about my c*nt f***ing kids!

I retract that bit about

your c*nt f***ing kids.

Insulting my f***ing kids!

That's going overboard, mate!

I retracted it, didn't I?

Still leaves you being a c*nt.

Yeah, I f***ing got that.

Where's Ray now?

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.

(DOOR SHUTS)

I'll get all the money

back to you soon as I

get through to me friend.

It's not a problem,

Raymond.

And I'll get all your acid and

your ecstasy back to you, too.

English humor!

I'm assuming you've

got your gun on you.

That Yuri bloke's

a funny fella, isn't he?

He does yoga.

'The alcoves.'

Was he going on

to you about the alcoves?

(CHUCKLES)

'The alcoves

in the Koningin Astrid Park.'

(SNIFFLES)

Harry, I know you gotta do

what you gotta do.

It's a bit crowded

round here, you know?

Well, I'm not gonna

have a shootout

in the middle of a thousand

f***ing Belgians, am I?

Not to mention the other

nationalities, just on their holidays.

Hmm.

To see the swans and the Gothic

and all the fairytale stuff, eh?

- Are you trying to f***ing wind me up?

- No, Harry.

On top of calling me a c*nt

and calling me kids c*nts.

I might just have to

f***ing shoot you right here.

Christ!

Let's go up the bell tower.

Be quiet up there

this time of evening.

Let's go up there.

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.

Are you going to turn up?

Don't know.

What have I got to

stay for really?

The most beautiful woman

you've ever seen

in all of your stupid life.

The tower is closed this evening.

No way. It's supposed

to be open till 7:00.

The tower is usually

open until 7:
00.

Yesterday an American

had a heart attack up the tower.

Today the tower is closed.

Here, cranky, here's 100 for you.

We're only gonna be 20 minutes.

The tower is closed this evening.

Understand, Englishman?

(GROANING)

(CHUCKLES)

Jimmy, I've been wanting to say

I'm really sorry for

karate-chopping you the other night.

That was way out of order.

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 f***ing face!

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

It's for the goddamn movie, man.

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.

- 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.

Well, I'm glad I got to see it

before I died.

What are you doing?

What are you f***ing doing?

I'm not fighting anymore, Harry.

All right, then I'm blowing

your f***ing head off.

Don't come over all Gandhi.

What are you f***ing 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...

Harry,

I'm totally in your debt.

The things that have

gone between us in the past,

I love you unreservedly

for all that.

What?

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,

'F*** you, and f*** what I owe you,

'and f*** 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.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah.

Well, you say all that f***ing stuff,

I can't f***ing shoot you now, can I?

It's entirely up to you, Harry.

It's entirely your call.

All I'm saying is

I'm not fighting.

Oh, you f***ing c*nt!

Look, I'm not gonna

do nothing to you

just 'cause you're standing about

like Robert f***ing Powell.

- Like who?

- Like Robert f***ing Powell

out of Jesus of

f***ing Nazareth!

My f***ing leg!

The psycho dwarf turns out to just be

a loveable little schoolboy,

and it's all some kind of

Boschian nightmare.

Kiss my ass!

I guess at least there weren't any

black people involved, eh, Jimmy?

I wasn't...

I wasn't talking about...

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