In Bruges Page #7

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.

That's just cocaine.

He didn't even want

the Vietnamese on his side!

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.

We...I think we're just gonna have

a quiet one tonight, Jimmy.

That's how it is!

In another life.

They're great,

aren't they?

You didn't. You didn't!

(GRUNTING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Mr. Waters? Mr. Waters?

- Who's that?

- It's Eirik.

- The blind boy?

- Yeah.

Yes.

What do you f***ing want?

The guy you're looking for,

the guy Ray, he's downstairs

at the bar.

(GRUNTING)

I'm sorry, Ken.

But you can't kill a kid

and expect to get away with it.

You just can't.

- Where?

- To the left when you come out.

The bar to the left.

(GROANING)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(COINS CLINKING)

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

Ken!

(GASPING)

Ken! Ken!

Harry's here.

What?

Take

my gun.

Ken?

Where's my gun?

Where's my gun?

I'm gonna die now, I think.

Oh, Ken!

Jesus!

(SCREAMING)

Mr. Blakely said you had left.

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!

- Okay.

MARIE:
No, I won't let you

up there! Put that gun away, right now!

HARRY:
Lady, get out of

my f***ing way, please.

No, I won't. I won't

get out of your way.

You'll have to go through me.

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 f***ing way, please?

Marie!

Just let him come up, it's okay.

Harry, swear not to start

shooting until she's left the hotel.

I swear not to start shooting till she's

left the hotel. I totally swear.

Well, I'm not going anywhere.

This is my hotel.

So you can f*** off!

- I suppose you've got a gun up there?

- Yeah.

Then what are we gonna do?

We can't stand here all night.

Why don't you both put your

guns down and go home?

Don't be stupid.

This is the shootout.

- Harry, I've got an idea.

- What?

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.

Right. 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.

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 f***ing

hiding in a cupboard.

I completely promise, Harry.

I'm not gonna risk having another

little kid die, am I?

So, hang on, I go outside,

then I go which way, right or left?

You go right, don't you?

You can see it from the doorway!

It's a big f***ing canal!

All right. Jesus!

I've only just got here, haven't I?

Okay. On a count of

'one, two, three, go,' okay?

Okay.

What? Who says it?

Oh, you say it.

You guys are crazy.

- Are you ready?

- Ready.

- Set?

- Set.

One, two, three, go!

Keep driving!

No way. You're way

too far away.

(GROANING)

The little boy.

That's right, Ray.

The little boy.

Oh.

I see.

No, Harry.

He's not...

You've got to stick

to your principles.

RAY:
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 f***ing Bruges.

But then, like a flash,

it came to me, and I realized,

'F***, man, maybe

that's what Hell is.

'The entire rest of eternity

spent in f***ing Bruges!'

And I really, really

hoped I wouldn't die.

I really, really

hoped I wouldn't die.

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