| 1. | |
| 1 EXT. BRUGES STREETS - NIGHT 1 | |
| Various shots of the empty, cobble-stoned, other worldly | |
| streets of Bruges, Belgium. It's winter, and a freezing fog | |
| covers everything; the Gothic churches, the narrow canals, | |
| their odd little bridges. We could be in any period of the | |
| last five hundred years. We happen to be in the present | |
| day. | |
| RAY speaks over all this. | |
| RAY (V.O.) | |
| After I killed them I dropped the | |
| gun in the Thames, washed the | |
| residue off my 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, you dumb fucking cunts. Get | |
| to Bruges". I didn't even know | |
| where Bruges fucking was. | |
| FADE TO BLACK. | |
| RAY (V.O.) | |
| It's in Belgium. | |
| OPENING CREDITS. | |
| 2 EXT. BLACK SCREEN - DAY 2 | |
| SOUND ONLY of two men walking, a train in the background. | |
| 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 | |
| judgement on Bruges until we've | |
| seen the fucking place? | |
| RAY | |
| 2. | |
| I know it's gonna be a shithole. | |
| 3 EXT. BRUGES STREETS - DAY 3 | |
| KEN and RAY walking through the pretty Christmas-tide | |
| streets from Minnewater Park to the Burg; past quaint | |
| chocolate shops, past horse and carts, past canal boats, | |
| past tourists taking photos of all these. | |
| KEN, pop-up map in hand, is enjoying the novelty of the | |
| place, which irritates the sulky RAY no end. By the end of | |
| the walk we have passed most of Bruges picturesque places, | |
| none of which could be described as a shithole. | |
| RAY | |
| Shithole. | |
| 4 EXT. HOTEL CANALSIDE - DAY 4 | |
| They arrive at their pretty canalside hotel, KEN looking it | |
| over. | |
| KEN | |
| Looks quite nice. | |
| RAY just looks at him. | |
| 5 INT. HOTEL LOBBY - DAY 5 | |
| A small (five room) family-run place; a breakfast room off | |
| the lobby, a narrow set of carpeted stairs to the first | |
| (and only) floor, and a small front desk that nobody's at. | |
| KEN rings the bell. | |
| RAY | |
| Great service. | |
| KEN | |
| (quietly) | |
| Cheer... fucking... up, or I will | |
| smack you... in your fat... | |
| fucking... head. | |
| RAY | |
| Yeah? You and whose army? Your | |
| mum's? | |
| KEN | |
| Are you twelve years fucking old? | |
| 3. | |
| MARIE, the pretty, heavily pregnant receptionist/owner of | |
| about thirty, appears behind the desk, obviously having | |
| heard. | |
| KEN | |
| Oh, hello... | |
| RAY | |
| No, I'm not twelve years fucking | |
| old. | |
| RAY sits, in a mood. | |
| KEN | |
| I think we have a couple of rooms | |
| booked with you, under Cranham and | |
| Blakely. | |
| MARIE | |
| Yes. No, we have one room booked. | |
| One twin room. | |
| KEN | |
| Oh. | |
| MARIE | |
| 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's fully | |
| booked. | |
| 6 INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY 6 | |
| KEN looking out at the pretty canal beneath the latticed | |
| picture-window. RAY on one of the twin beds, staring at the | |
| poky room. | |
| KEN | |
| It's very pretty. | |
| RAY | |
| Ken, I'm not being funny. We can't | |
| stay here. | |
| 4. | |
| KEN | |
| We've got to stay here till he | |
| rings. | |
| RAY | |
| 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, y'know, X wasn't the one who | |
| killed the little kid, Ray. | |
| The life totally drains from RAY'S face as he turns bleary- | |
| eyed, sickened, sad. | |
| RAY | |
| (quietly) | |
| Fucking bring that up... | |
| RAY goes into the bathroom, closes the door. | |
| KEN | |
| (quietly) | |
| Well... I wasn't. | |
| 7 INT. HOTEL BATHROOM - DAY 7 | |
| RAY looks at himself in the mirror, then breaks down in | |
| silent tears. He cries them all out, cleans himself up. | |
| Looks at himself again. Breathes deeply. | |
| 8 EXT. CANALS - DAY 8 | |
| 5. | |
| RAY and KEN at the back of a canal-boat, half full of | |
| tourists, sightseeing the waterways. The dull DRIVER drones | |
| on, the usual quips. RAY stares at KEN as he does so; KEN | |
| enjoys the sights. He has a pocket guidebook with him, | |
| which he consults now and then. | |
| We see various of the town's picturesque places. | |
| RAY | |
| Do you think this is good? | |
| KEN | |
| Do I think what is good? | |
| RAY | |
| Y'know, going round in a boat, | |
| looking at stuff. | |
| KEN | |
| Yes. I do. It's called sight- | |
| seeing. | |
| KEN observes the sights further. | |
| KEN | |
| Look at that. | |
| RAY | |
| Look at what? | |
| KEN | |
| It's a former hospital. | |
| RAY looks at him blankly. | |
| KEN | |
| From the eleven-hundreds. | |
| RAY looks at him blankly. | |
| KEN | |
| Bruges is the most well-preserved | |
| medieval town in the whole of | |
| Belgium, apparently | |
| RAY looks at him blankly. KEN can only smile. | |
| 9 EXT. BEGIJNHOF CONVENT - DAY 9 | |
| KEN looking at the buildings of the 13th century | |
| Benedictine convent. | |
| 6. | |
| KEN | |
| This here... | |
| RAY | |
| Ken! It's just all old buildings!! | |
| Can we go and get a fucking beer, | |
| please? I assume they have beer in | |
| this fucking country. | |
| KEN | |
| They have over three hundred | |
| different types of beer. | |
| RAY | |
| Ken, I just want one. | |
| RAY walks off. KEN follows. | |
| 10 INT. IRISH BAR - DAY 10 | |
| RAY happily plonks two pints in front of them, KEN's an | |
| oddcoloured one in a strangely shaped glass. | |
| RAY | |
| Now this is more like it. Proper | |
| holidays. One gay beer for my gay | |
| friend, one normal beer for me, | |
| because I am normal. Ahh! Dis is | |
| duh loif. | |
| KEN | |
| We're not staying here getting | |
| pissed. We're quietly sight-seeing, | |
| like he says, and awaiting his call | |
| to see what we do next. | |
| RAY hands KEN an English newspaper. | |
| RAY | |
| Ken. Read it. They haven't got a | |
| single lead. | |
| KEN | |
| They say they haven't got a single | |
| lead. | |
| RAY | |
| 7. | |
| Ken, come on, they're the English | |
| police. When they say they haven't | |
| got a single lead, they haven't got | |
| a single lead. This is my vote of | |
| 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 'em 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 sight | |
| see, like he says, and we await his | |
| call to see what we do next. | |
| RAY sneers, drinks, gestures to the paper. | |
| RAY | |
| Close that up. | |
| As KEN closes the paper we glimpse the edge of a headline | |
| reading '...IN SHOOTING DEATH OF LITTLE TOBIAS'. | |
| KEN | |
| You don't even know that we're here | |
| hiding out. | |
| RAY | |
| What are you talking about? | |
| KEN | |
| You don't even know that we're not | |
| here on a job. | |
| RAY | |
| What? On a job? | |
| KEN | |
| Yeah. | |
| RAY | |
| Here in Bruges? | |
| KEN | |
| Yeah. | |
| RAY | |
| 8. | |
| Here in Bruges, on a job? | |
| KEN | |
| Yeah. | |
| RAY | |
| Why, what did he actually say? | |
| KEN | |
| He didn't actually say nothing. | |
| RAY | |
| So 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". | |
| (pause) | |
| You can hide out in Croydon. | |
| RAY | |
| (thinking) | |
| Mm. Or Coventry. Hmm. It is a bit | |
| over-elaborate. Hmm. But we ain't | |
| got no guns. | |
| KEN | |
| Harry can get guns anywhere. | |
| RAY | |
| Hmm, interesting. Very interesting. | |
| 11 INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT 11 | |
| RAY sitting at window, looking at the beautiful night-lit | |
| canal. KEN lying on the bed, reading a book, 'THE DEATH OF | |
| CAPONE' by K.K.KATURIAN. | |
| RAY | |
| He ain't gonna ring tonight. | |
| KEN keeps reading. | |
| RAY | |
| (pause) | |
| How did Capone die? | |
| KEN | |
| 9. | |
| (finishing his | |
| cheesecake) | |
| Neuro-syphilis. | |
| RAY nods, looks out window again. | |
| RAY | |
| He ain't gonna ring tonight. Let's | |
| go out. | |
| KEN | |
| Go out where? | |
| RAY | |
| The pub. | |
| KEN | |
| No. | |
| RAY | |
| Let's go out and look at some of | |
| all the old medieval buildings and | |
| that, cos I bet they look even | |
| better at night, all lit up. | |
| KEN smiles, puts down his book. | |
| RAY | |
| Yes! | |
| 12 EXT. GRUUTHUSE MUSEUM/ENVIRONS - NIGHT 12 | |
| They wander the beautifully lit buildings, sculptures and | |
| little bridges around the museum, KEN consulting his | |
| guidebook, RAY with two beer bottles in his trousers front | |
| pockets and one in his hand, happy out. | |
| KEN | |
| This is the smallest bridge in | |
| Bruges. | |
| RAY | |
| Ahh, it's so little, look at it. | |
| Ahh. Hello little bridge. How would | |
| a little bridge's voice go? | |
| (in a little bridge's | |
| voice) | |
| "Hello. I'm a little bridge". | |
| KEN | |
| Yeah, go easy on the fucking beers | |
| now, Ray. | |
| 10. | |
| RAY | |
| I am! | |
| SCULPTURE GARDEN. | |
| KEN | |
| These are the Four Horsemen of the | |
| Apocalypse. Designed by Rik Poot, | |
| it says. Rik Poot. | |
| RAY | |
| Hmm. They're not the real Four | |
| Horsemen of the Apocalypse though, | |
| are they? They're more sort of | |
| robot versions. | |
| KEN | |
| Yes, well, I guess they're more the | |
| artist's impression of the Four | |
| Horsemen of the Apocalypse. The | |
| real Four Horsemen of the | |
| Apocalypse didn't actually exist. | |
| RAY | |
| Didn't they? They were just made | |
| up? | |
| KEN | |
| Yes. They might exist one day. | |
| That's the whole thing. | |
| RAY | |
| I like robot horses. They're good. | |
| How would a Four Horseman of the | |
| Apocalypse's voice go? Probably | |
| angry. "Grrr". | |
| MUSEUM BUILDING. | |
| KEN | |
| That there is called the 'Gruuthuse | |
| Museum'. | |
| RAY | |
| They all have funny names, don't | |
| they? | |
| KEN | |
| Yes, Flemish. In here, this says, | |
| the Belgians twice sheltered | |
| fugitive English kings from being | |
| murdered. | |
| 11. | |
| RAY | |
| So they're not all good. | |
| KEN | |
| Henry IV and Charles II, in 1471 | |
| and 1651, respectively. | |
| RAY | |
| 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!! | |
| RAY runs off excitedly. | |
| KEN | |
| Ray! | |
| 13 EXT. FILM SET - NIGHT 13 | |
| Behind a rope cordon with a few other people, RAY watches | |
| the crew et al as they set up between takes, dry ice | |
| around. | |
| RAY'S POV: A little way off, the film's DIRECTOR is | |
| coaching JIMMY, a bored American dwarf actor, on how to | |
| creep along on tiptoe "like a l'il mouse". JIMMY, | |
| irritated, is forced to ape this, without enthusiasm. | |
| DIRECTOR goes off happy. JIMMY quietly gives him the finger | |
| behind his back. END POV. | |
| RAY is THRILLED by all this dwarf/film stuff. KEN comes up. | |
| KEN | |
| Ray, come on, let's go. | |
| RAY | |
| My arse 'let's go'. They're filming | |
| midgets. | |
| RAY spots a stunning GIRL ON SET. | |
| RAY | |
| Oh my god! Look at that girl! She's | |
| gorgeous! | |
| The GIRL smiles over at the overly loud RAY. | |
| KEN | |
| Ray? We're going right now. | |
| 12. | |
| RAY | |
| Fuck off are we! This the best bit | |
| of Bruges so far! You and your | |
| buildings. | |
| KEN storms off. | |
| 14 EXT. FILM SET/CATERING SECTION - NIGHT 14 | |
| The cute GIRL, CHLOE, gets a coffee. RAY gets one too. | |
| RAY | |
| Hello. | |
| She just looks at him. He's smiling gormlessly but seems | |
| safe. | |
| RAY | |
| Do you speak English? | |
| CHLOE | |
| No. | |
| RAY | |
| Ah yes you do. Everybody does. What | |
| are you filming midgets for? | |
| CHLOE smiles - he's so genuinely excited by it all. | |
| CHLOE | |
| It's a Dutch movie. It's a dream | |
| sequence. It's a pastiche of | |
| Nicolas Roeg's 'Don't Look Now'. | |
| Not a pastiche, but a... 'homage' | |
| is too strong... A 'Nod of the | |
| Head'. | |
| RAY is bemused but she's so cute he doesn't mind. | |
| RAY | |
| Wow, your English is very good. | |
| He's losing her, he knows it. From the depths of his brain | |
| he finally dredges something up... | |
| RAY | |
| 13. | |
| A lot of midgets tend to kill | |
| themselves. Yes. A disproportionate | |
| amount. Of midgets. In comparison | |
| to normal people. Herve | |
| Villechaise, off of Fantasy Island. | |
| I think somebody off 'The Time | |
| Bandits'. A hell of a lot of | |
| midgets. Kill themselves. I guess | |
| they must get really sad about, | |
| like, being really little, and | |
| that. People looking at them, and | |
| laughing at them. Calling them | |
| names. 'Shortarse'. There's another | |
| famous midget I'm missing but I | |
| can't remember. It's not the R2D2 | |
| man, he's still going. No, it's | |
| somebody else. | |
| (pause) | |
| I hope your midget doesn't kill | |
| himself. Your dream sequence'll be | |
| fucked. | |
| CHLOE | |
| He doesn't like being called a | |
| midget. He prefers 'dwarf'. | |
| RAY | |
| Well this is my exact point! People | |
| going round calling you a midget | |
| when you wanna be called a dwarf. | |
| Of course you're gonna blow your | |
| head off! | |
| She smiles. | |
| RAY | |
| My name's Ray. What's yours? | |
| CHLOE | |
| Chloe. How did you get past the | |
| security men? | |
| RAY | |
| Getting past security men, it's | |
| sort of my job. | |
| CHLOE | |
| You're a shoplifter? | |
| RAY | |
| No, I'm not a shoplifter. Good | |
| joke, though. No, I'll tell you | |
| what I am at dinner tomorrow night. | |
| 14. | |
| She laughs, walks away, and RAY thinks he's lost her, until | |
| she tosses a small card over her shoulder and behind her, | |
| into the mud. | |
| RAY picks the card up. It reads 'CHLOE VILLETTE’ and a | |
| mobile number. He watches her, hoping she'll look back. She | |
| doesn't. | |
| RAY | |
| How fucking cool. | |
| RAY gives the DWARF the thumbs up as he walks away. The | |
| DWARF smiles slightly. | |
| 15 INT. HOTEL LOBBY - NIGHT 15 | |
| As KEN passes up the stairs, MARIE appears behind the desk. | |
| MARIE | |
| Mister Blakely? | |
| KEN | |
| Yes. No, Mister Cranham. No! Yes! | |
| Mister Blakely. Yes. | |
| MARIE | |
| You have a message. | |
| She hands him an envelope, blushing, then hurries away | |
| again, KEN a little disconcerted at her behavior. | |
| 16 EXT. HOTEL CANALSIDE - NIGHT 16 | |
| Leaning on a wall by the night-lit canal outside the hotel, | |
| KEN opens the envelope, sees the typed message is from | |
| HARRY. | |
| KEN | |
| Shit. | |
| HARRY (V.O.) | |
| 15. | |
| 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 voicemail on | |
| them and not I have to leave | |
| messages with the fucking | |
| receptionist? Number three, you | |
| better fucking be in tomorrow night | |
| when I fucking call again or | |
| there'll be fucking Hell to pay, | |
| I'm fucking telling you. Harry. | |
| KEN sighs, then sees the following hand-written message at | |
| the bottom of the card - 'I'M NOT THE RECEPTIONIST, I'M THE | |
| CO-OWNER WITH MY HUSBAND, PATRICE' - signed 'MARIE'. | |
| KEN smiles. In through the yellow-lit windows of the | |
| reception, MARIE is quietly talking to her unborn baby. | |
| 17 EXT. BRUGES STREETS - NIGHT 17 | |
| RAY wanders drunkenly the misty cobbled streets and | |
| bridges. | |
| An odd song plays over, like a gentle music box on LSD. As | |
| he wanders, there's a happiness at having met a girl, and a | |
| curiosity at finding the night-lit Bruges a lot more | |
| interesting than he'd have thought. | |
| A child's teddy bear has been left on a canal wall. As RAY | |
| tries to button up it's pretty little jacket, the bear's | |
| head falls off and into the canal, and RAY is reminded, | |
| somewhat, of why he's in Bruges. | |
| 18 INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT 18 | |
| The room is dark. Sound of RAY stomping up the stairs, key | |
| fumbling, opening the door, turning the light on. | |
| KEN | |
| Turn the fucking light off! | |
| RAY | |
| Sorry, Ken. | |
| KEN | |
| And keep the fucking noise down! | |
| RAY sits on his bed, takes off his shoes. | |
| RAY | |
| 16. | |
| Someone's in a mood. | |
| RAY turns the light off, lets his shoes clatter to the | |
| floor, starts taking his clothes off. | |
| RAY | |
| You'll never guess what. | |
| KEN | |
| Can you shut your fucking mouth | |
| please and go to sleep? | |
| RAY | |
| Oh, sorry. Except I've gotta take | |
| my contact lenses out. | |
| RAY goes to the bathroom, turns the light on, blinding KEN | |
| and waking him fully. He resigns himself to it, turning | |
| onto his back, wide-eyed. RAY returns with glasses on. | |
| RAY | |
| Altogether I've had five pints of | |
| beer and six bottles... No, six | |
| pints of beer and seven bottles, | |
| and y'know what? I'm not even | |
| pissed! | |
| KEN just stares at the ceiling. | |
| RAY | |
| You'll never guess what, Ken? | |
| (pause) | |
| Ken, you'll never guess what? | |
| KEN | |
| What? | |
| RAY | |
| I've got a date for tomorrow night. | |
| KEN | |
| I'm so happy for ya. | |
| RAY | |
| With a girl. | |
| KEN | |
| Can you turn the light off, please? | |
| RAY | |
| 17. | |
| Only been in Bruges one day, got a | |
| date with a girl in the film | |
| business. The Belgium film | |
| business. They're doing a film | |
| about a midget. | |
| (pause) | |
| Harry didn't ring, did he? | |
| KEN | |
| Can you turn the light off, please? | |
| RAY does so, and gets into bed. | |
| RAY | |
| Told you he wouldn't. | |
| 19 EXT. LONDON CATHOLIC CHURCH - DAY 19 | |
| A small pretty church in a run down area. KEN loitering | |
| outside. | |
| 20 INT. LONDON CATHOLIC CHURCH -DAY 20 | |
| FLASHBACK. CONFESSIONAL . The faces of RAY and FATHER | |
| MCHENRY, a priest in his sixties, can just be seen in the | |
| darkness. | |
| The crucifix on MCHENRY'S signet ring glints now and then. | |
| MCHENRY | |
| Take your time, son. Just take your | |
| time. | |
| RAY | |
| What's your name, Father? | |
| PEWS. Outside the confessional, a LITTLE BOY of seven is | |
| kneeling, awaiting his turn. He goes over his crimes on his | |
| fingers, but can't remember them properly. He takes out a | |
| scrap of paper and looks at it. | |
| MCHENRY (O.S.) | |
| It's Father McHenry. What's your | |
| name, son. Just your first name? | |
| CONFESSIONAL. | |
| RAY | |
| It's Ray, Father. Raymond. | |
| MCHENRY | |
| 18. | |
| And what is it you've done, | |
| Raymond? | |
| RAY | |
| Murder, Father. | |
| MCHENRY | |
| Murder? Why did you murder someone, | |
| Raymond? | |
| RAY | |
| For money, Father. | |
| MCHENRY | |
| For money? You murdered someone for | |
| money? | |
| RAY | |
| Yes, Father. Not out of anger, not | |
| out of nothing. For money. | |
| MCHENRY | |
| And who did you murder for money, | |
| Raymond? | |
| RAY clears his throat. | |
| RAY | |
| You, Father. | |
| MCHENRY | |
| I'm sorry...? | |
| RAY | |
| I said "You, Father". What, are you | |
| deaf? | |
| MCHENRY recoils from the gauze as RAY cocks his gun. | |
| RAY | |
| Harry Waters says 'Hello'. | |
| RAY shoots him point blank. MCHENRY bursts out of his | |
| little compartment, clutching his stomach. RAY shoots him | |
| again. | |
| MCHENRY wrenches open the door of the confessional, trying | |
| to get away, and, as daylight bursts in from the body of | |
| the church, framing him in angelic shafts of light, RAY | |
| shoots him in the back four more times, stopping him dead | |
| in his tracks. | |
| 19. | |
| MCHENRY slowly turns around to face RAY, still framed in | |
| the doorway, blood trickling from his mouth. | |
| MCHENRY | |
| The little boy. | |
| RAY doesn't understand what he's talking about. MCHENRY | |
| falls to his knees, then collapses backwards, dead, | |
| revealing behind him, still kneeling in the pews, the | |
| LITTLE BOY, whose head has been blown apart by one of the | |
| bullets that passed through the priest. | |
| Horrified, RAY approaches the BOY who, though clearly dead, | |
| remains kneeling, his hands clasped together in prayer, the | |
| scrap of paper between them. RAY falls to his knees, pulls | |
| the paper from the BOY'S hands. It reads | |
| '1. BEING MOODY. | |
| 2.BEING BAD AT MATHS. | |
| 3.BEING SAD'. | |
| VIEWED FROM OVERHEAD, KEN comes running down from the back | |
| of the church, as RAY collapses, and starts dragging RAY | |
| away, their footsteps echoing, leaving the blood-soaked | |
| corpses alone and silent and still. | |
| 21 INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY 21 | |
| RAY'S eyes are open. He looks at the bed beside him. It's | |
| empty. He looks at the blue skies through the latticed | |
| windows, then at the grey ceiling, thinking. A tear falls | |
| from his cheek. He wipes it, sighs. | |
| 22 INT. HOTEL RESTAURANT - DAY 22 | |
| KEN having breakfast, looking through his guidebook. MARIE | |
| passes. | |
| KEN | |
| Um, Miss? Marie? I'm 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 | |
| (smiles) | |
| 20. | |
| Yes. He's a bit of a cock. | |
| She smiles and passes on. RAY holds a door open for her | |
| with a gallant flourish, comes in, sits. | |
| KEN | |
| Harry rang last night. We missed | |
| it. | |
| KEN gives RAY the message, which he reads. | |
| RAY | |
| He swears a lot, don' he? | |
| KEN | |
| We're staying in tonight, whatever | |
| happens. | |
| RAY | |
| Mm. Except... hmm. | |
| KEN | |
| Mm except hmm what? | |
| RAY | |
| Except only really one of us needs | |
| to stay in, really. | |
| KEN | |
| Uh-huh? And which one of us would | |
| that be, 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 | |
| Well just don't get into any | |
| fucking trouble. We are keeping a | |
| low profile. And this morning and | |
| this afternoon we are doing | |
| whatever I want to do. Got it? | |
| RAY | |
| Of course. Which I presume will | |
| involve culture. | |
| KEN | |
| 21. | |
| We shall strike a balance between | |
| culture and fun. | |
| RAY | |
| Somehow I believe, Ken, that the | |
| balance shall tip in the favour of | |
| culture. Like a big fat fucking | |
| retarded fucking black girl on a | |
| seesaw, opposite... a dwarf. I was | |
| down the park one day when I was | |
| little and this big fat retarded | |
| black girl came up and beat the | |
| fucking shit out of me for | |
| absolutely no reason. Completely | |
| beat the shit out of me. | |
| KEN | |
| What does her being black have | |
| anything to do with it? | |
| RAY | |
| Well, she was black. | |
| (pause) | |
| She mightn't've been retarded. She | |
| might've just been one of them deaf | |
| and dumb people, I'm not sure. | |
| Whatever she was, she was a cunt. | |
| Completely beat the shit out of me! | |
| Bitch! | |
| 23 INT. GROENINGE MUSEUM - DAY 23 | |
| KEN and RAY wandering the gallery - various odd paintings | |
| including 'The Judgement of Cambyses' (a flaying alive) and | |
| 'De gierigaard en de dood' (a skeletal Death come to | |
| collect his due). | |
| They end up in front of Bosch's 'LAST JUDGEMENT' which we | |
| see various details from - freakish demons torturing | |
| various people in various freakish ways. KEN and RAY take | |
| it all in, quietly. | |
| RAY | |
| I quite like this one. All the rest | |
| were rubbish by spastics, but this | |
| one's quite good. What's it all | |
| about, then? | |
| KEN | |
| Well it's the Last Judgement. | |
| Judgement Day. Y'know? | |
| 22. | |
| RAY | |
| Oh yeah? What's that then? | |
| KEN | |
| Well it's, y'know, the final day on | |
| Earth when mankind will be judged | |
| for all the crimes they have | |
| committed. And that. | |
| RAY | |
| Oh. 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. Purgatory's kind of like | |
| the inbetweeny one. "You weren't | |
| really shit, but you weren't all | |
| that great, either." Like | |
| Tottenham. Do you believe in all | |
| that stuff, Ken? | |
| KEN | |
| Tottenham? | |
| RAY | |
| The Last Judgement and the | |
| afterlife and... guilt and... sins | |
| and... Hell and... all that...? | |
| KEN realises that RAY is really looking for an answer. | |
| KEN | |
| Um... Oh. Um... | |
| 24 EXT. JAN VAN EYCKPLEIN SQUARE - DAY 24 | |
| KEN and RAY on a bench, the distinctive Poorterslodge | |
| rising up behind them. | |
| KEN | |
| 23. | |
| I don't know, Ray. I don't know | |
| what I believe. Um. Y'know, I was | |
| brought up believing certain | |
| things, I was brought up Catholic, | |
| which I've more or less rejected | |
| most of... | |
| RAY | |
| Yeah, they're nuts, aren't they? | |
| KEN | |
| But the things you're taught as a | |
| child, they never really leave you, | |
| do they? So I believe in trying’ to | |
| lead a good life, like if there's | |
| an old lady carrying her shopping | |
| home... Well, 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 | |
| And at the same time, at the same | |
| time as trying to lead a good life, | |
| I have to reconcile that with the | |
| fact that, yes, I have killed | |
| people. Not many people. And most | |
| of them were not very nice people. | |
| Apart from one person. | |
| RAY | |
| Who was that? | |
| KEN | |
| This fella Danny Aliband's brother. | |
| He was just trying to protect his | |
| brother. Like you or I would. He | |
| was just a lollipop man. But he | |
| came at me with a bottle. What are | |
| you gonna do? I shot him down. | |
| 24. | |
| RAY | |
| Hmm. In my book, though, someone | |
| comes at you with a bottle, I'm | |
| sorry, that is a deadly weapon, | |
| he's gotta take the consequences. | |
| KEN | |
| I know that in my heart, but I also | |
| know he was just trying to protect | |
| his brother, you know? | |
| RAY | |
| I know, but a bottle, that can kill | |
| ya. That'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've been fair. | |
| KEN | |
| But, technically, someone's bare | |
| hands, they can kill you too. They | |
| can be deadly weapons too. 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 fifty. | |
| RAY | |
| What's a fifty year old lollipop | |
| man doing, knowing fucking Karate? | |
| What was he, a Chinese lollipop | |
| man? | |
| KEN | |
| Course not. | |
| RAY | |
| 25. | |
| Well then. 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 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 any more. | |
| And he'll never be here again. | |
| (pause) | |
| Y'know, I mean here in the world. | |
| Not here in Belgium. | |
| (pause) | |
| Well, he'll never be here in | |
| Belgium either, will he? He | |
| might've wanted to go, when he got | |
| older. I don't know why. And that's | |
| all because of me. He is dead | |
| because of me. And I'm trying to... | |
| I'm trying to get my head round it, | |
| but I can't. I will always have | |
| killed that little boy. And that | |
| ain't ever gonna go away. Ever. | |
| Until, maybe, I go away. | |
| KEN | |
| Go away where? | |
| RAY gives him a look. Suicide is conveyed. | |
| KEN | |
| Don't even think like that. | |
| RAY | |
| And even then it mightn't go away. | |
| Looking at that painting of fucking | |
| torment and Hell... | |
| RAY | |
| 26. | |
| Jesus, I'm not sure if I fucking | |
| needed that right now. The bloke | |
| who painted that, he must be | |
| bonkers. | |
| KEN | |
| Don't think like that, Ray. It'll | |
| get easier. It will. | |
| RAY | |
| I think that's the problem, Ken. I | |
| think that's the problem. | |
| 25 EXT. MARKET SQUARE - DAY 25 | |
| KEN looking up at the 300ft bell-tower, the dominant | |
| landmark of town. | |
| KEN | |
| You 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. | |
| 26 INT. BELL TOWER - ENTRY KIOSK -DAY 26 | |
| A sign, 'ENTRY FIVE EUROS'. A stern Belgian TICKET-SELLER | |
| (male) behind glass. | |
| KEN | |
| 27. | |
| Trying to get rid of my coins. | |
| There's 3,.. 3:50. There's 4. 4:10. | |
| 4:20, 4:30, 4:40, 4:50, 4:60, 4:70, | |
| 4:80... Oh, 4:90. Will you take | |
| 4:90? | |
| TICKET-SELLER taps the sign. | |
| TICKET-SELLER | |
| Entry is five Euro. | |
| KEN | |
| Come on, man, it's ten cents. | |
| TICKET-SELLER taps the sign. | |
| TICKET-SELLER | |
| Entry is five Euro. | |
| KEN collects up all his coins, pays a fifty Euro note. | |
| Stares at the TICKET-SELLER as he gets his change and | |
| ticket. | |
| KEN | |
| Happy in your work? | |
| TICKET-SELLER | |
| Very happy. | |
| KEN gives him a look, goes through the turnstile. | |
| 27 EXT. MARKET SQUARE - DAY 27 | |
| RAY sitting waiting outside the tower, watching people | |
| pass, Christmas stuff, his thoughts on darker things. Some | |
| way away JIMMY THE DWARF passes, in normal clothes. RAY | |
| waves enthusiastically at him, smiling. JIMMY looks at him, | |
| then looks away without acknowledging. RAY loses his smile. | |
| RAY | |
| (quietly) | |
| Little fucking cunt. | |
| 28 INT. BELL TOWER - DAY 28 | |
| KEN climbing the narrow winding wooden staircase to the | |
| tower top. Reaches the uppermost look-out room, slightly | |
| breathless. Takes in the town and environs. | |
| KEN | |
| (quietly) | |
| 28. | |
| I like it here. | |
| He sees RAY way down below. Cocks his finger, shoots him | |
| with an imaginary gun, just for fun. | |
| 29 EXT. MARKET SQUARE - DAY 29 | |
| A massive shadow falls over RAY. Three enormously | |
| overweight Americans are standing there, one MAN, two | |
| WOMEN. | |
| OVERWEIGHT MAN | |
| Have you been to the top of the | |
| tower? | |
| RAY | |
| Yeah, yeah. It's rubbish. | |
| OVERWEIGHT MAN | |
| It is? The guidebook says it's a | |
| must-see. | |
| RAY | |
| Well you lot ain't going up there. | |
| OVERWEIGHT MAN | |
| Pardon me? Why? | |
| RAY | |
| I mean, it's all windy stairs. I'm | |
| not being funny. | |
| OVERWEIGHT MAN | |
| What exactly are you trying to say? | |
| RAY | |
| What exactly am I trying to say? | |
| You're a bunch of fucking elephants | |
| 11 | |
| The OVERWEIGHT MAN tries to hit RAY, but RAY dodges and | |
| steps away from the blows. The MAN tries to catch and hit | |
| him but RAY keeps dodging easily. | |
| RAY | |
| Come on, leave it, Fatty... | |
| The MAN is already puffing, one of the WOMEN is crying. KEN | |
| comes out of the tower. | |
| WOMAN | |
| 29. | |
| You are just the rudest man! The | |
| rudest man! | |
| The WOMEN lead the breathless MAN away. | |
| KEN | |
| What was all that about? | |
| RAY shrugs innocently. The Americans enter the tower. | |
| KEN | |
| They're not going up there... | |
| (calling out) | |
| Hey guys? I wouldn't go up there. | |
| It's really narrow and... | |
| WOMAN | |
| Screw you, Motherfucker!! | |
| KEN is dumbfounded, open-mouthed. RAY shrugs again. | |
| RAY | |
| Americans, ain' it? | |
| 30 INT. BASILICA OF THE HOLY BLOOD - DAY 30 | |
| Small Gothic chapel, RAY sitting irritated in a pew, | |
| watching as KEN quietly ambles, guidebook in hand, | |
| surveying the statues and murals, the Stations of the | |
| Cross, all candle-lit and warm. | |
| KEN ushers RAY over. RAY sighs, refuses - all this holy | |
| shit is getting to him. KEN ushers him over again, | |
| forcefully this time. RAY idles over, head bowed, trying | |
| not to look at anything with Jesus on it. | |
| KEN | |
| Ray, did we or did we not agree | |
| that if I let you go on your date | |
| tonight, we'd do the things X | |
| wanted to do today? | |
| RAY | |
| We are doing the things you wanted | |
| to do today. | |
| KEN | |
| And that we'd do them without you | |
| throwing a fucking moody like some | |
| five year old who's dropped all his | |
| sweets? | |
| 30. | |
| RAY | |
| I didn't agree to that. | |
| (pause) | |
| I'll cheer up, I'll cheer up. | |
| KEN | |
| This here, up there on the altar, | |
| is a phial brought back by a | |
| Flemish knight from the Crusades in | |
| the Holy Land, and that phial, you | |
| know what it's said to contain? | |
| RAY | |
| No, what is it said to contain? | |
| KEN | |
| It's said to contain some drops of | |
| Jesus Christ's blood. | |
| RAY feigns interest with his eyebrows. | |
| KEN | |
| Yeah. That's where this church gets | |
| it's name, the 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 to liquid. Turned back | |
| to 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? | |
| 31. | |
| KEN | |
| Do you have to? Of course you don't | |
| have to! It's Jesus's fucking | |
| blood, isn't it?! Of course you | |
| don't fucking have to! Of course | |
| you don't fucking have to! | |
| KEN storms off and gets in the queue, seething. RAY takes | |
| in some more of the iconography for a minute then leaves. | |
| KEN watches him doing so. Now he's really pissed off. He | |
| tries to calm himself down and concentrate on Jesus' | |
| fucking blood. | |
| 31 INT. BASILICA STAIRWELL - DAY 31 | |
| On the way out, still pissed off, KEN sees, through the | |
| basilica's beautiful second-storey windows, RAY sitting on | |
| a bench in the square below, eating an ice-cream. Sounds of | |
| a children's choir. | |
| 32 EXT. BASILICA OF THE HOLY BLOOD - DAY 32 | |
| KEN bursts out of the church and approaches RAY, who pays | |
| him no attention, transfixed as he is on the CHILDREN'S | |
| CHOIR a short distance to the side, as they sing the creepy | |
| Christmas carol "Gabriel's Message" for the passers-by. | |
| None of the kids are much older than eight, and a few bear | |
| a resemblance to the LITTLE BOY that RAY killed. As KEN | |
| gets closer he sees the tears in RAY's eyes. He slows down, | |
| loses his anger, and sits beside RAY, who wipes his eyes. | |
| KEN | |
| Did you get yourself an ice-cream? | |
| RAY | |
| Yeah. Strawberry, | |
| (pause) | |
| How was Jesus's blood? | |
| KEN | |
| Just looked like some really old | |
| phlegm, really. | |
| The Christmas carol finishes, the passers-by applaud. | |
| RAY | |
| What shall we do now? Culture or | |
| fun? | |
| RAY crosses his fingers and grits his teeth. KEN smiles. | |
| 32. | |
| 33 EXT. MARKET SQUARE - BELGIAN BAR - DAY 33 | |
| RAY plonks the drinks down on KEN's outside table and sits, | |
| the tower high in the background. | |
| RAY | |
| Yes! One gay beer, one normal beer | |
| and one whisky to calm me nerves | |
| for me date. Ching-ching! | |
| RAY downs the whisky. | |
| KEN | |
| You nervous? | |
| RAY | |
| Shitting myself. | |
| KEN | |
| What time are you meeting her? | |
| RAY | |
| Seven thirty. | |
| KEN | |
| You'd better drink up, Ray. You've | |
| only got four and a half hours. | |
| RAY | |
| I figure if I have four pints here, | |
| takes us up to five-thirty, go | |
| home, change, takes us up to six, | |
| go to the place where we're meeting | |
| to make sure I don't get lost, then | |
| go to a nearby bar, have a coupla | |
| drinks in there til seven-thirty, | |
| and hope my nerves calm down. Then | |
| go back to the place and begin our | |
| date. And if she's late, sneak in | |
| another little one. They're usually | |
| late on a first date, aren't they? | |
| KEN | |
| Belgians? | |
| RAY | |
| Girls. Very droll. | |
| KEN | |
| It was nice up that tower. You | |
| should've come up. | |
| RAY | |
| 33. | |
| I know. I hear it's a must-see. | |
| KEN | |
| You could see for miles. If you had | |
| a high-powered rifle, you could be | |
| up there all day. | |
| RAY | |
| Yeah. Picking off little kids. | |
| KEN | |
| Jesus. Where are you meeting your | |
| girl? | |
| RAY takes out a couple of pieces of paper from his pocket | |
| and realises one of them is the LITTLE BOY's confession | |
| note. KEN grabs it to get rid of it. RAY just stares at him | |
| a second, then puts his hand out to be given it back. KEN | |
| gives it back. RAY puts it away. | |
| RAY | |
| 'Spinola' the restaurant's called. | |
| KEN | |
| A restaurant? That's a bad move. | |
| First date, dinner at a restaurant? | |
| That's a bad move. That's way too | |
| nerve-wracking. That always ends in | |
| disaster. | |
| RAY | |
| (worried) | |
| Do you think? | |
| KEN | |
| Always. | |
| RAY sips some beer, thinks about it, then shrugs. | |
| RAY | |
| Fuck it, I'll be pissed anyway. | |
| 34 INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT 34 | |
| RAY sombrely getting dressed up. KEN at window-seat. A | |
| downbeat song, 'I SEE A DARKNESS4 by Bonnie Prince Billy, | |
| plays on their Walkman's mini-speakers. They're both | |
| drinking miniatures. RAY finishes dressing. He looks good. | |
| KEN | |
| You look good. | |
| 34. | |
| RAY looks himself over. | |
| RAY | |
| (sadly) | |
| What does it matter anyway? | |
| A gesture of goodbye. An exit. | |
| 35 INT. RESTAURANT - NIGHT 35 | |
| At the table, CHLOE is looking stunning, RAY looking | |
| similar. | |
| It's quite a small restaurant, the next door table quite | |
| close, at which a young American-sounding GUY and his | |
| GIRLFRIEND eat. CHLOE is smoking. | |
| CHLOE | |
| So what do you do, Raymond? | |
| RAY | |
| I shoot people for money. | |
| CHLOE | |
| What kinds of people? | |
| RAY | |
| Priests, children. Y'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. 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. | |
| She laughs. | |
| 35. | |
| RAY | |
| Do I look like I shoot people? | |
| CHLOE | |
| No. Just children. | |
| RAY doesn't laugh. | |
| RAY | |
| I saw your midget today. The little | |
| prick didn't even say hello. | |
| CHLOE | |
| Well, he's on a lot of Ketamine. | |
| RAY | |
| What's that? | |
| CHLOE | |
| A horse tranquiliser. | |
| RAY | |
| A horse tranquiliser? Where'd he | |
| get that? | |
| CHLOE | |
| I sold it to him. | |
| RAY | |
| You can't sell horse tranquilisers | |
| to a midget! | |
| CHLOE | |
| This movie, I think it's going to | |
| 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 home town, Ray. | |
| RAY | |
| Well it's still a shithole. | |
| CHLOE | |
| It's not a shithole. | |
| RAY | |
| 36. | |
| What? Even midgets have to take | |
| drugs to stick it. | |
| CHLOE | |
| Okay, so we've insulted my home | |
| town, you're doing 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... Hang on! Is Belgium | |
| where there was all those child | |
| abuse murders lately? | |
| She nods, warily. | |
| RAY | |
| 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! | |
| She stares at him blank-faced. | |
| RAY | |
| What? | |
| CHLOE | |
| One of the girls they murdered was | |
| a friend of mine. | |
| RAY'S face falls. | |
| RAY | |
| I'm sorry, Chloe. | |
| She stares at him a while. | |
| CHLOE | |
| One of the girls they murdered | |
| wasn't a friend of mine. I just | |
| wanted to make you feel bad. It | |
| worked quite well. | |
| She smiles slightly. He stares at her open-mouthed. | |
| CHLOE | |
| Somehow I don't believe you shoot | |
| people for money, Raymond. | |
| 37. | |
| RAY | |
| Somehow I don't believe you sell | |
| drugs to film crews, Chloe. | |
| CHLOE | |
| What do you believe I do? | |
| RAY | |
| I believe you're a wardrobe lady, | |
| or a continuity person, or some | |
| girl who makes the tea. | |
| CHLOE | |
| Uh-huh? And do you know what I | |
| believe you are? I believe you are | |
| a sad little tourist, come here to | |
| see the stupid sights of Bruges, | |
| hopefully to fuck some Belgian | |
| girl, then hurry home to your ugly | |
| Irish girlfriend, feeling slightly | |
| guilty, but not very. | |
| RAY | |
| If you thought that, why would you | |
| still be sitting here? | |
| CHLOE blows a cool stream of cigarette smoke out of the | |
| side of her mouth. | |
| CHLOE | |
| I'm horny. | |
| She winks at him and goes to the bathroom. RAY smiles, but | |
| the stream of smoke has hit the neighbouring American- | |
| sounding couple, who react like it's Anthrax. | |
| GUY | |
| (under breath) | |
| Fucking unbelievable. | |
| This is one of those situations where a normal person | |
| wouldn't react, even though he knows he ought to. | |
| RAY | |
| What's fucking unbelievable? | |
| The GUY ignores him. | |
| RAY | |
| I said "What's fucking | |
| unbelievable"? | |
| GUY | |
| 38. | |
| Are you talking to me? | |
| RAY | |
| (beat) | |
| He pauses, even though he should | |
| just hit the cunt, and he repeats, | |
| yes, I am talking to you. What's | |
| fucking unbelievable? | |
| GUY | |
| Well I'll tell you what’s fucking | |
| unbelievable, shall I? Blowing | |
| cigarette smoke straight in myself | |
| and my girlfriend's face, that's | |
| fucking unbelievable! | |
| RAY | |
| This is the smoking section. | |
| GUY | |
| I don't care if it's the smoking | |
| section! She directed it right in | |
| my face, man. I don't wanna die | |
| just cos of your fucking arrogance. | |
| RAY | |
| Uh-huh? Isn't that what the | |
| Vietnamese used to say? | |
| GUY | |
| The Vietnamese? What are you | |
| talking about, 'The Vietnamese'? | |
| That statement makes no fucking | |
| sense at all! | |
| RAY | |
| Yes it does. The Vietnamese. | |
| GUY | |
| 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 punches the GUY clean in the jaw. He falls off his | |
| chair in an unconscious heap. | |
| RAY | |
| That's for John Lennon, you Yankee | |
| fucking cunt! | |
| 39. | |
| Suddenly his GIRLFRIEND swings their wine bottle at RAY'S | |
| head. RAY dodges, the bottle missing him by a whisker. | |
| RAY | |
| A bottle?! | |
| The GIRLFRIEND tries to swing again. | |
| RAY | |
| No, don't bother... | |
| RAY hits her in the chin too, and she collapses beside GUY. | |
| The other diners and waiters are stunned into silence. | |
| CHLOE returns from the bathroom, sees the two prone diners. | |
| RAY has her coat in his hand. | |
| RAY | |
| We're leaving. | |
| 36 EXT. BRUGES STREETS - NIGHT 36 | |
| RAY and CHLOE walking the mist-strewn, cobbled streets, | |
| glancing behind them now and then, RAY a little embarrassed | |
| CHLOE half in shock. | |
| CHLOE | |
| Ray, I'm a bit uncomfortable with a | |
| man who would hit a woman. | |
| RAY | |
| I don't hit women1 I would never | |
| hit a woman! I'd hit a woman who | |
| was trying to hit me with a bottle! | |
| That's different. That's self- | |
| defence, 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. | |
| She looks at him a while, then takes out a mobile. | |
| CHLOE | |
| I have to make a call. | |
| RAY | |
| Oh no. You've gone off me now, | |
| haven't you? Just cos I hit that | |
| fucking cow. | |
| 40. | |
| She shakes her head, puts a finger to his lips, kisses him | |
| quickly, then speaks into the phone in French. | |
| CHLOE | |
| (in French, sub-titled) | |
| Eirik? it's Chloe. Go home, I'm | |
| calling it off tonight. | |
| (pause) | |
| Because he's a nice guy. | |
| (Eirik angry) | |
| Okay, listen, listen, it isn't that | |
| he's a nice guy, it's that there's | |
| no way you could take him all your | |
| own, so forget about it, okay? | |
| Okay. | |
| She hangs up. | |
| RAY | |
| What was all that? | |
| CHLOE | |
| I was just checking with my | |
| flatmate to make sure she's not | |
| coming home tonight. | |
| RAY | |
| oh. | |
| (realising) | |
| Oh-h... | |
| She takes his hand and leads him off. | |
| RAY | |
| This is turning out to be a really | |
| nice date. | |
| 37 INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT 37 | |
| In one continuous take, if possible. | |
| KEN blankly channel-surfing, remains of his dinner on a | |
| tray on the bed beside him. Phone rings, KEN mutes the | |
| cartoons and answers. | |
| KEN | |
| Hello? | |
| HARRY | |
| Where the fuck were you yesterday? | |
| KEN | |
| 41. | |
| We just popped out for some dinner, | |
| Harry. We only popped out half an | |
| hour. | |
| HARRY | |
| Yeah? What did you have? | |
| KEN | |
| For dinner? | |
| HARRY | |
| Yeah. | |
| KEN | |
| Er pizza. Pizza-Hut. | |
| HARRY | |
| Was it nice? | |
| KEN | |
| Yeah, it was alright. Y'know, it | |
| was Pizza-Hut, it was the same as | |
| in England. | |
| HARRY | |
| Yeah, well, that's globalisation, | |
| isn't it? Is Ray there with ya? | |
| KEN | |
| Er, 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 pooh? | |
| KEN | |
| I don't know, Harry. The door's | |
| closed. | |
| HARRY | |
| 42. | |
| Send him out on an errand for half | |
| an hour. But don't make it sound | |
| suspicious. | |
| KEN puts his hand over the receiver and, a little confused | |
| starts talking to the empty bathroom. | |
| KEN | |
| Ray? Why don't you go out down the | |
| pub for half an hour? | |
| (pause) | |
| I know I said you couldn't, but we | |
| might as well enjoy ourselves, eh? | |
| (pause) | |
| No, I don't know if they've got | |
| bowling anywhere, you could have a | |
| look, eh? Yeah, see ya.... | |
| KEN goes to the door, awkwardly with the phone, opens it, | |
| slams it, and goes back to the bed. | |
| KEN | |
| Yeah, he's gone. | |
| HARRY | |
| What did you say to him? | |
| KEN | |
| I said why don't he go have a | |
| drink, save being cooped up. | |
| HARRY | |
| And what did he say? | |
| KEN | |
| He said yeah he would, and he might | |
| go have a look see if there's a | |
| bowling alley around. | |
| HARRY | |
| Was he just having a wee? | |
| KEN | |
| Yeah, I think so. I assume so. | |
| HARRY | |
| So he didn't mind? | |
| KEN | |
| No, he was glad to get out. | |
| HARRY | |
| Is he definitely gone? | |
| 43. | |
| KEN | |
| Yeah, yeah, he slammed the door. | |
| HARRY | |
| That don't mean he's gone. Go check | |
| outside the door. | |
| KEN rolls his eyes, sighs internally, opens the door, | |
| pauses closes it again and returns to the phone. | |
| KEN | |
| Harry, he's definitely gone. | |
| HARRY | |
| You realise there are no bowling | |
| alleys in Bruges? | |
| KEN | |
| I, realise 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 | |
| Ah, is he having a nice time, | |
| seeing all the canals and that? I | |
| had a lovely time when I was there. | |
| HARRY (COAT'D) | |
| 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 | |
| And have you been down like all the | |
| old cobbled streets and that? | |
| 44. | |
| KEN | |
| Yeah. | |
| HARRY | |
| It's like a fairy-tale, isn't it, | |
| that place? | |
| KEN | |
| Yeah. | |
| HARRY | |
| With the churches and that. The | |
| 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 | |
| (pause) | |
| What? | |
| KEN | |
| Y'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 realises something is very wrong. | |
| KEN | |
| Nothing, Harry. | |
| HARRY | |
| 45. | |
| It's a fairy-tale fucking town, | |
| isn't it? How can a fairy-tale town | |
| not be somebody's fucking thing? | |
| How can all those canals and | |
| bridges and cobbled streets and | |
| those churches and all of that | |
| beautiful fucking fairy-tale stuff, | |
| how can that not be somebody's | |
| fucking thing, eh? | |
| KEN | |
| What I think I meant to say was... | |
| HARRY | |
| Is the swans still there? | |
| KEN | |
| Yeah, there's swans. | |
| HARRY | |
| How can fucking swans not fucking | |
| be somebody's fucking thing?! How | |
| can that be?! | |
| KEN | |
| What I think I meant to say was, | |
| when he first arrived he wasn't | |
| quite sure about it. Y'know, | |
| there's that big dual-carriageway | |
| when you get off the train, that | |
| mightn't've been here when you were | |
| here last, Harry, but as soon as he | |
| got to, like, the old town proper, | |
| and saw the canals and the bridges | |
| and, y'know, the swans and that, | |
| well he just fucking loved it then, | |
| he 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 | |
| I don't remember a dual- | |
| carriageway. That must be recent. | |
| It hasn't spoilt it, has it? | |
| KEN | |
| 46. | |
| No, no, it was just that initial | |
| thing. And you know what? As we | |
| were walking through the streets, | |
| there was this kind of freezing fog | |
| hanging over everything, and it | |
| made it look almost like a fairy- | |
| tale or something, and he turned to | |
| me and you know what he said? | |
| HARRY | |
| What did 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 | |
| Ahh. Good. I'm glad he likes it | |
| there. I'm glad we were able to | |
| give him something. Something good | |
| and happy. Cos he wasn't a bad, | |
| kid, was he? | |
| KEN's heart sinks, he hopes he isn't hearing what he's | |
| hearing. | |
| 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? | |
| 47. | |
| KEN | |
| Yes. Raamstraat 17. | |
| HARRY | |
| Good. There'll be a man there | |
| tomorrow morning at nine, his | |
| name's Yuri. | |
| KEN | |
| Yuri. | |
| HARRY | |
| He'll give you the gun. Ring me on | |
| the public phone at Jimmy | |
| Driscoll's about three or four | |
| tomorrow, after it's done. | |
| KEN | |
| After what's done? | |
| HARRY | |
| (pause) | |
| Are you being thick? | |
| KEN | |
| NO. | |
| HARRY | |
| Listen. I liked Ray. He was a good | |
| bloke, but when it all comes down | |
| to it, y'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? | |
| (pause) | |
| 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 | |
| Don't get shirty, Ken. Listen, I'm | |
| just glad I was able to do | |
| something for the boy before he | |
| went. | |
| KEN | |
| Do what for the boy? | |
| HARRY | |
| 48. | |
| Y'know, have him get to see Bruges. | |
| I hope to get to see Bruges again | |
| before I die. What was it he said | |
| again, about "It's like a | |
| dream..."? | |
| KEN | |
| "I know I'm awake, but I feel like | |
| I'm in a dream". | |
| HARRY | |
| Ahh. | |
| (pause) | |
| Yeah, give me a call when he's | |
| dead. | |
| HARRY hangs up. KEN listens to the phone's dead drone a | |
| while, staring at the muted cartoons, then hangs up. He | |
| sits on the window seat, and looks at Bruges all lit up | |
| like a fairy-tale and... | |
| 38 EXT. CANAL - CONTINUOUS 38 | |
| As KEN sits in the window we pull back, leaving him framed | |
| there, alone with his thoughts, as a swan passes on the | |
| canal below. | |
| FADE TO BLACK. | |
| 39 INT. CHLOE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 39 | |
| RAY and CHLOE half-naked on the bed, kissing, rolling | |
| around, starting to get down to it. They're both a little | |
| awkward but giggly about it. A gun is slowly pointed | |
| against the back of RAY'S head. CHLOE reacts in shock, RAY | |
| freezes. | |
| EIRIK | |
| That's my fucking girlfriend, you | |
| asshole! | |
| EIRIK, a skinhead, slowly drags RAY off her by the neck, | |
| gun still to his head. | |
| CHLOE | |
| Eirik, what are you doing?! | |
| EIRIK | |
| Where you from, fucker? | |
| RAY | |
| 49. | |
| Ireland, originally. | |
| EIRIK | |
| Uh-huh? 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, alright, and I hadn't | |
| fucked her anyway. Ask her. I'd | |
| only put my hand on it. | |
| CHLOE | |
| Eirik, put the gun down! | |
| EIRIK | |
| (to RAY) | |
| Get down on your knees and open | |
| your mouth. | |
| RAY | |
| Oh don't start being silly... | |
| EIRIK | |
| Get down on your knees and open | |
| your mouth, Irishman! | |
| RAY sighs, then suddenly headbutts EIRIK hard in the face, | |
| grabs the gun and backs away, pointing it back at him. | |
| EIRIK's nose is broken and bleeding. | |
| RAY | |
| Exactly at what point was it that | |
| all skinheads suddenly became | |
| poofs? It used to be, if you were a | |
| skinhead, you just went round | |
| beating up Pakistani twelve-year | |
| olds. Now it seems a prerequisite | |
| to be a fucking bum-boy! | |
| EIRIK takes out a hunting knife. | |
| RAY | |
| That's not gonna help ya, mate. | |
| RAY cocks the gun. EIRIK smiles. | |
| CHLOE | |
| Ray, there's only blanks in that | |
| gun. | |
| 50. | |
| RAY turns the gun towards a wall and fires at it. A loud | |
| shot is heard, but the wall remains unscathed. EIRIK slowly | |
| moves towards him with the knife. | |
| CHLOE | |
| Eirik, don't...! | |
| EIRIK | |
| Now who's a fucking bum-boy...? | |
| Suddenly, RAY raises the gun, lunges forwards... | |
| RAY | |
| You, ya fucking bum-boy! | |
| ...and fires it into EIRIK's face point blank, the fiery | |
| discharge blinding him. EIRIK screams, falls to his knees, | |
| dropping the knife, clutching at his eyes. CHLOE jumps up | |
| from the bed to try to help him. | |
| RAY | |
| 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? | |
| CHLOE | |
| No. I mean, he used to be. | |
| RAY | |
| Well what's he doing here? | |
| CHLOE | |
| We rob tourists sometimes. Eirik | |
| comes in and the guy is usually so | |
| scared... | |
| RAY sits slumped on the bed. | |
| RAY | |
| I fucking knew it was too good to | |
| be true! I knew you'd never've | |
| shagged me normally! | |
| CHLOE | |
| 51. | |
| No, it's not true! I called it off | |
| tonight! I told him not to come | |
| tonight. | |
| She hits EIRIK. | |
| CHLOE | |
| Why did you come tonight! | |
| EIRIK | |
| Chloe, I can't see, I swear it. | |
| RAY | |
| Oh stop whinging like a big gay | |
| baby. | |
| CHLOE splashes water in EIRIK'S eyes. It doesn't help. | |
| RAY | |
| And I haven't had a shag in months! | |
| EIRIK | |
| I still can't see out of this eye, | |
| Chloe. I'll have to go to the | |
| hospital. | |
| CHLOE | |
| I'll drive you. | |
| She finds her keys and coat as EIRIK gets to his feet. | |
| RAY | |
| Oh great, so now the whole night's | |
| ruined1 | |
| CHLOE | |
| You can stay if you want, but I | |
| don't know how long I'll be... | |
| RAY | |
| Oh I just knew someone like you | |
| would never like someone like me. I | |
| just knew. | |
| CHLOE | |
| What do you mean, someone like me? | |
| RAY | |
| Y'know. Someone nice. | |
| She looks at him to see if he's being sarcastic. He isn't. | |
| Touched, she kisses him goodbye. | |
| 52. | |
| CHLOE | |
| Call me. Please? | |
| She leaves with EIRIK, the door slamming shut, leaving RAY | |
| alone in silence. He can barely believe what's happened. He | |
| picks up his shirt from the floor, puts it on, finds his | |
| poor unopened condom on the bed, tuts, puts it away. | |
| Looks over CHLOE'S stuff on her dresser, opens a | |
| distinctive froggy ornament - it's full of baggies of | |
| cocaine, pills, acid, etc. RAY brightens considerably. He | |
| helps himself to a pocketful of drugs, then he tries | |
| another drawer. In it are two boxes of bullets, one, | |
| irritatingly, full of blanks, the second, happily, full of | |
| live rounds. He brightens again, and puts the live box in | |
| his pocket. | |
| 40 INT. BAR - NIGHT 40 | |
| KEN nursing a beer at the bar, depressed. Downs half the | |
| pint in one, gestures for another. BARMAN gives him a | |
| slight look, then refills his pint. | |
| KEN | |
| Have you got some sort of problem? | |
| BARMAN | |
| No, no problem. Four beers in | |
| twenty minutes, man? No problem. | |
| KEN | |
| (quietly) | |
| Fuck off. | |
| JIMMY the DWARF enters with a very attractive girl, DENISE, | |
| and sits at the bar, orders. BARMAN fixes the drinks, | |
| looking the couple over. DENISE kisses JIMMY on the cheek, | |
| goes to the bathroom. KEN looks at JIMMY a while too. | |
| KEN | |
| How's the movie going? | |
| JIMMY | |
| It's a jumped-up Euro-trash piece | |
| of rip-off fucking bullshit. | |
| KEN | |
| Oh. Like in a bad way? | |
| JIMMY smiles. | |
| KEN | |
| 53. | |
| Your girlfriend's very pretty. | |
| JIMMY | |
| She ain't my girlfriend. She's a | |
| prostitute I just picked up. | |
| KEN | |
| Oh. I didn't know there were any | |
| prostitutes in Bruges. | |
| JIMMY | |
| You just have to look in the right | |
| places. Brothels are good. | |
| KEN | |
| Well... You've picked up a very | |
| pretty prostitute! | |
| JIMMY | |
| Thank you! | |
| BARMAN serves the drinks. | |
| KEN | |
| You from the States? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yep. But don't hold it against me. | |
| KEN | |
| I'll try not to. Just try not to | |
| say anything too loud or crass. | |
| JIMMY only half-smiles. DENISE returns and the couple sit | |
| at a corner booth to get some distance from KEN, who | |
| finishes his pint rapidly, gestures for and is given | |
| another. RAY enters, sits up beside him, sniffing slightly. | |
| RAY | |
| Hey-ho. Drowning your sorrows, huh? | |
| KEN | |
| What sorrows? | |
| RAY | |
| Y'know. Being a sad old ugly little | |
| man. | |
| (to BARMAN) | |
| One gay beer, please. | |
| KEN | |
| How did your date go? I'm assuming | |
| not fantastically well. | |
| 54. | |
| 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 it always the way, | |
| one instance of me blinding a poofy | |
| little skinhead, and one instance | |
| of me stealing three grams of her | |
| very high quality cocaine, of which | |
| I have already partaken of one | |
| gram, so, all in all, my evening | |
| pretty much balanced out fine. | |
| KEN | |
| You've got three grams of coke? | |
| RAY | |
| I've got two grams on me and one | |
| gram in me which is why my heart is | |
| going like the clappers as if I am | |
| 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 it | |
| cos it makes you too depressed? | |
| KEN | |
| Y'know what? I really don't give a | |
| fuck any more. | |
| RAY quietly passes KEN the coke. KEN goes to the bathroom. | |
| RAY gets his drink, then spots JIMMY and DENISE kissing. He | |
| goes over and stands looking at them a while. They finally | |
| notice him. | |
| RAY | |
| Why didn't you wave hello to me | |
| today when I waved hello to you | |
| today? | |
| JIMMY | |
| 55. | |
| I was on a very strong horse- | |
| tranquiliser today. I wasn't waving | |
| hello to anybody. Except, maybe, to | |
| a horse. | |
| RAY | |
| Huh? What are you talking about? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Ah just horse-shit. | |
| RAY | |
| You from America? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yep. But don't hold that against | |
| me. | |
| RAY | |
| Well, that's for me to decide, | |
| isn't it? | |
| (to DENISE) | |
| Are you from America too? | |
| DENISE | |
| No, I'm from Amsterdam. | |
| RAY | |
| Amsterdam? Amsterdam's just a load | |
| of bloody prostitutes, isn't it? | |
| DENISE | |
| 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. | |
| (pause) | |
| Would you like some cocaine? | |
| KEN comes out of the toilet, sniffling, wired. | |
| RAY | |
| I've also got some acid and some | |
| ecstasy. | |
| 41 INT. FIVE STAR HOTEL - JIMMY'S SUITE - NIGHT 41 | |
| 56. | |
| A trippy scene. Music loud. DENISE on phone in bra and | |
| pants JIMMY semi naked too, chatting with RAY. KEN | |
| hoovering up another line or two of coke. A semi-naked | |
| black girl, KELLI, beside him, helping. | |
| RAY | |
| Herve Villechaise, I know, did. The | |
| dwarf off, I think, 'The Time | |
| Bandits', did. Lots of midgets... | |
| dwarfs. Top themselves. Mm, | |
| shitloads. | |
| (pause) | |
| Would you ever think about it? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Huh? | |
| RAY | |
| Would you ever think about killing | |
| yourself because you're a midget? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Fuck, man, what kind of a question | |
| is that? | |
| RAY | |
| (shrugging) | |
| We're just chatting, aren't we? | |
| JIMMY goes back to the drugs. KEN comes over. | |
| RAY | |
| See, Ken, this is the sort of hotel | |
| Harry should've put us in. A five | |
| star, with prostitutes in. Y'know, | |
| sometimes I think Harry doesn't | |
| even give a shit about us at all. | |
| Has he still not called? | |
| RAY does another line. | |
| RAY | |
| Ken? Has Harry still not called? | |
| KEN looks at him, thinks about it a moment. | |
| KEN | |
| No. He still hasn't called. | |
| RAY | |
| Well, no news is good news, eh? | |
| KEN nods. LATER. KELLI on RAY's lap, kissing him at length. | |
| 57. | |
| KEN looking at them both, rather sadly. KELLI breaks off | |
| and does a line. RAY mouths "Who's she?" to KEN. The very | |
| wired JIMMY starts talking. | |
| 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, | |
| man. Your side's already picked for | |
| ya. | |
| RAY | |
| Well I know whose side I'm fighting | |
| on. I'm fighting with the blacks. | |
| The white's are gonna get their | |
| heads kicked in! | |
| JIMMY | |
| You don't decide this shit, man. | |
| Your side's already picked for ya. | |
| RAY | |
| Who are the half-castes gonna fight | |
| with? | |
| JIMMY | |
| With the blacks, man. That's | |
| obvious. | |
| RAY | |
| (pause) | |
| What about the Pakistani's? | |
| JIMMY | |
| The blacks. | |
| RAY | |
| What about, think of a hard one... | |
| What about the Vietnamese? | |
| JIMMY | |
| The blacks! | |
| RAY | |
| Well I'm definitely fighting with | |
| the blacks if they've got the | |
| Vietnamese. | |
| (pause) | |
| 58. | |
| So, hang on, would all of the white | |
| midgets in the world be fighting | |
| against all of the black midgets in | |
| the world? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yeah. | |
| RAY | |
| That'd make a good film! | |
| JIMMY | |
| You don't know how much shit I've | |
| had to take offa 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 got murdered by a white man. So | |
| where the fuck am I supposed to | |
| stand in all this blood and | |
| carnage? | |
| JIMMY | |
| Oh man. Did they get the guy who | |
| did it? | |
| KEN | |
| A friend of mine got him. | |
| RAY | |
| Harry Waters got him. Ker-chunk! | |
| KEN | |
| So tell me, Jim, whose side do I | |
| fight on in this glorious war? | |
| JIMMY | |
| (pause) | |
| I think you need to weigh up all | |
| your options and let your | |
| conscience decide, Ken. | |
| JIMMY goes off to do more coke. RAY comes over to KEN, | |
| observing the fleshy, debauched scene with sudden depressed | |
| disdain. | |
| KEN | |
| 59. | |
| Two manky hookers and a racist | |
| dwarf. I think I'm gonna head home. | |
| RAY | |
| Yeah? I think I'll come with ya. | |
| They collect their stuff, push JIMMY and the girls out of | |
| the way, take their drugs and go to leave. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Hey! What's...? | |
| RAY pulls a Karate stance. | |
| RAY | |
| Back off, shorty. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Huh. You don't know Karate... | |
| RAY Karate chops JIMMY'S neck. JIMMY falls to his knees in | |
| pain. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Owww... | |
| KEN | |
| Don't say you didn't have it | |
| coining... | |
| RAY | |
| (overlap) | |
| Don't say you didn't have it | |
| coining... | |
| JIMMY | |
| Hurts... | |
| RAY | |
| (overlap, exiting) | |
| Shortarse. | |
| 42 INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT 42 | |
| Early blue dawn. The come down. RAY on window seat, KEN | |
| sitting on bed, wrapped in blankets, grinding his jaw a | |
| little. | |
| RAY | |
| I should've phoned Chloe. | |
| KEN | |
| 60. | |
| And say what? | |
| RAY | |
| I hate myself and I want to die. | |
| KEN | |
| Save that for your second date. | |
| Keep her keen. | |
| RAY | |
| Crush a couple of your sleeping | |
| pills in a glass of whisky, will | |
| ya, Ken? | |
| KEN pours a miniature whisky then gets his pills, pours two | |
| into his hand, pauses, pours another ten into his hand, | |
| pauses, pours the ten back into the bottle and crushes just | |
| two in the whisky. Gives it to RAY. He knocks it back in | |
| one. | |
| KEN | |
| How are you feeling? | |
| RAY | |
| As if I've recently murdered a | |
| little boy. | |
| KEN | |
| (pause) | |
| It's funny how we don't even give a | |
| shit about the priest. | |
| RAY | |
| You become a priest, you've got to | |
| accept whatever's coming to you. I | |
| assumed it was some paedophile | |
| thing. Didn't you? You know how | |
| Harry is about kids. | |
| KEN | |
| No. That church was in the middle | |
| of one of Harry's housing | |
| developments. The priest was just | |
| on the action committee against it. | |
| RAY | |
| Oh. Great. | |
| LATER. Both in bed, wide awake. RAY thinking of the killing | |
| of the little boy. KEN thinking of killing RAY. | |
| 61. | |
| Sounds of a couple having sex start up next door. They look | |
| at each other, laugh a little, then turn back to their | |
| respective ceilings. | |
| RAY | |
| I kinda like hearing people having | |
| sex. Means at least somebody around | |
| here's happy. | |
| KEN | |
| It doesn't mean they're happy. It | |
| just means they're having sex. | |
| RAY | |
| (pause) | |
| We're a barrel of fucking laughs, | |
| aren't we? | |
| KEN | |
| (sarcastic) | |
| I love cocaine. | |
| RAY | |
| It's great being a gangster. | |
| They sigh a while. | |
| LATER. 8:15 on clock. RAY asleep. KEN dressed, brings the | |
| address 'Raamstraat 17', gently closes the door behind him | |
| as he leaves. RAY opens his eyes, he wasn't asleep at all. | |
| 43 EXT. BRUGES STREETS - DAY 43 | |
| KEN wandering the misty dawn streets and bridges to | |
| Raamstraat. Knocks on door at number 17. YURI answers it. | |
| KEN | |
| Meeting Yuri? | |
| YURI | |
| Yes, I am Yuri. | |
| YURI lets him in. | |
| 44 INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY 44 | |
| RAY loads live bullets into the gun. Lays it on the bed. | |
| Looks out window. Sits on bed. Takes a piece of paper. | |
| Writes "Dear Ken...". | |
| 62. | |
| 45 INT. YURI'S HOUSE - DAY 45 | |
| The room is like an arsenal, semi-automatics all over the | |
| walls. KEN is given a handgun... | |
| YURI | |
| Mr Waters said this might be | |
| necessary... | |
| ...and a silencer. KEN looks over the gun, attaches the | |
| silencer. | |
| YURI | |
| 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. Kind of like 'Nooks | |
| and crannies'. | |
| YURI | |
| 'Nooks and crannies', yes. Perhaps | |
| this would be more accurate. 'Nooks | |
| and crannies'. Rather than | |
| 'Alcoves'. Yes. | |
| KEN is still looking the gun over, somewhat sadly. | |
| 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. | |
| (pause) | |
| It's what I do. | |
| 46 EXT. PHONE BOX - BRUGES STREET. DAY 46 | |
| 63. | |
| RAY dials a number. The other end is picked up. | |
| CHLOE (O.S.) | |
| (sleepily) | |
| Hello? | |
| RAY | |
| It's Raymond. | |
| CHLOE | |
| Hello Raymond. What time is it? | |
| RAY | |
| Early. Listen, I nicked some of | |
| your drugs last night. | |
| CHLOE | |
| I know. It's okay. | |
| RAY | |
| Out of your froggy thing. | |
| CHLOE | |
| It's okay. | |
| RAY | |
| The fucking midget hogged most of | |
| 'em anyway. Oh, and I took some of | |
| your bullets too. I'm sorry. | |
| CHLOE | |
| What did you want the bullets for? | |
| 47 SHOOTING SCRIPT - IN BRUGES - 29/12/2006 57. 47 | |
| RAY | |
| It doesn't matter. How's your | |
| skinhead boyfriend? | |
| CHLOE | |
| He's not my boyfriend. He's lost | |
| the sight in one eye. | |
| RAY | |
| Oh great, so I bet he's pissed off | |
| with me now too. | |
| CHLOE | |
| Can I see you today? | |
| (pause) | |
| Raymond? Can I see you today? | |
| 64. | |
| RAY | |
| I'm just calling to say goodbye, | |
| Chloe. I've got to hang up the | |
| phone now. | |
| RAY hangs up, walks off. | |
| 48 INT. BAR - DAY 48 | |
| A large whisky in front of him, drizzly rain outside, KEN | |
| sits there thinking. | |
| 49 INT. LONDON BROTHEL (1970'S) - NIGHT 49 | |
| FLASHBACK. KEN (in his early 20's) holds the dead body of | |
| his beautiful black WIFE. There's blood all over the bed | |
| and walls, and another WORKING GIRL standing beside it, | |
| staring. | |
| KEN is in tears as HARRY (early 20's) bursts into the room. | |
| HARRY | |
| Who? | |
| WORKING GIRL | |
| Potter. | |
| KEN | |
| (numb, rocking) | |
| She's gone, Harry. She's gone. | |
| HARRY | |
| Yeah, I can see that, Ken. Why | |
| don't you just sit there crying | |
| about it? I'll sort it out. | |
| KEN | |
| I'm coming with you. | |
| HARRY | |
| Ken, it's Potter. Just sit there | |
| and take care of your missus. | |
| HARRY exits. | |
| 50 INT. LONDON POLICE STATION (1970'S) - NIGHT 50 | |
| FLASHBACK. HARRY approaches the DESK SERGEANT. | |
| DESK SERGEANT | |
| 65. | |
| Well, well. Harry Waters. Come to | |
| turn yourself in? | |
| HARRY | |
| Hello Blinky... | |
| DESK SERGEANT | |
| (blinking) | |
| Don't call me Blinky... | |
| HARRY | |
| Is Mr Potter about? | |
| DESK SERGEANT | |
| It's Detective Potter to you... | |
| HARRY | |
| Oh, there he is. I'll go straight | |
| through... | |
| HARRY brushes past the DESK SERGEANT and approaches POTTER, | |
| who's sharing a joke with some uniformed SUBORDINATES. The | |
| DESK SERGEANT tries to catch HARRY up. | |
| POTTER | |
| Waters ? What the fuck are you...? | |
| In one swift motion, HARRY lets a machete slide down from | |
| his sleeve and hacks it clean through POTTER'S neck, | |
| completely beheading him. The SUBORDINATES and the DESK | |
| SERGEANT just stare, stunned, as his head and body fall to | |
| the floor. | |
| HARRY | |
| Now don't get mad but I think I | |
| just beheaded your Detective. | |
| HARRY tosses the machete away over his shoulder. END | |
| FLASHBACK. | |
| 51 INT. BRUGES STREETS - DAY 51 | |
| KEN walking back to the hotel, drizzly rain, Christmas | |
| clutter, children about. He's hunched up in his overcoat, | |
| gun in pocket, deep in thought. | |
| 52 INT. HOTEL LOBBY - DAY 52 | |
| KEN ignores the smiling MARIE completely and darts | |
| upstairs. | |
| 66. | |
| MARIE | |
| Your friend was behaving very oddly | |
| this morning. | |
| KEN comes back down. | |
| 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 | |
| was healthy, of course, and then he | |
| gave me two hundred 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, and it seemed like all | |
| the money he had. | |
| KEN nods, takes the notes. | |
| KEN | |
| Do you know where he is now? | |
| MARIE | |
| He said he was going to the park. | |
| KEN looks out at the heavy rain. | |
| 53 EXT. KONINGIN ASTRID PARK - DAY 53 | |
| RAY on a bench in the rain, watching a solitary MOTHER and | |
| SON in the distant children's playground, the SON splashing | |
| about in Wellingtons, a see-through umbrella in hand. He | |
| looks a lot like the boy from the church. | |
| Some distance behind RAY, KEN watches him from the cover of | |
| a tree. He sees also the MOTHER and SON, waits for them to | |
| leave. | |
| At the bench, the rain is heavier on RAY'S face. He doesn't | |
| even flinch. | |
| At the tree, KEN tightens his collar against the rain. | |
| Notices... | |
| 67. | |
| In the playground the MOTHER finally decides it's too wet | |
| and takes her SON by the hand. They slowly walk off out of | |
| the park. | |
| RAY watches them go, then slowly looks around the park... | |
| KEN darts back behind his tree. Waits a few seconds, then | |
| peeks back out to see RAY facing front again, his back to | |
| KEN. KEN takes out and cocks his gun. | |
| KEN | |
| (quietly) | |
| I'm sorry, Ray. I'm sorry. | |
| KEN comes out from behind the tree and starts approaching | |
| RAY from behind... | |
| RAY is totally oblivious to KEN'S approach... | |
| KEN raises his gun and aims it at the back of RAY's head, | |
| still approaching, just as... | |
| RAY suddenly raises his own gun, and holds it straight up | |
| in the air for a second. | |
| KEN into stops dead in his tracks, as... | |
| RAY places the gun against his own temple and cocks it... | |
| KEN horrified, screams out almost involuntarily... | |
| KEN | |
| Ray! Don't...! | |
| RAY is totally startled. He jumps, the gun falls from his | |
| hand and fifes off a shot as it hits the ground. | |
| RAY | |
| Fucking hell! Where the fuck did | |
| you come from? | |
| KEN hides his gun in his overcoat, but RAY sees him as he | |
| does so. RAY quickly picks up his own gun and hides it from | |
| anyone who might've heard the shot. | |
| KEN | |
| I was behind a tree. What the fuck | |
| are you doing, Ray? | |
| RAY | |
| What the fuck are you doing? | |
| 68. | |
| KEN | |
| Nothing. | |
| RAY | |
| Oh my God! You were gonna kill me. | |
| KEN | |
| No I w... You were gonna kill | |
| yourself! | |
| RAY | |
| Well,... I'm allowed to. | |
| KEN | |
| No you're not. | |
| RAY | |
| What? I'm not allowed to and you | |
| are? How's that fair? | |
| KEN | |
| Um... Can we just get out of this | |
| bloody rain, please? | |
| 54 EXT. CHILDREN'S PLAYGROUND - DAY 54 | |
| RAY and KEN huddled in the park's brightly coloured | |
| shelter/climbing thing. Funny faces painted on it's walls. | |
| RAY | |
| You fucking bastard. | |
| KEN | |
| I wasn't gonna go through with it, | |
| Ray. | |
| RAY | |
| Well 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. | |
| KEN gives RAY the gun. RAY looks it over. | |
| RAY | |
| Silencer too. Nice. | |
| 69. | |
| RAY gives it back without a thought. | |
| RAY | |
| Mine's a bloody girl's gun... | |
| RAY gives KEN his gun. He examines it, then puts both guns | |
| away inside his overcoat. | |
| KEN | |
| I'm keeping it. | |
| RAY | |
| Pardon me? Gimme my gun back. | |
| KEN | |
| You're not getting it back. You're | |
| a suicide case. | |
| RAY | |
| And you're trying to shoot me in | |
| the fucking head! | |
| KEN | |
| You're not getting that gun back. | |
| RAY | |
| Oh a great day this has turned out | |
| to be! I'm suicidal, my mate tries | |
| to kill me, my gun gets nicked, | |
| it's pissing down, and we're still | |
| in fucking Bruges! | |
| KEN | |
| Listen, I'm gonna give you some | |
| money and put you on a train to | |
| somewhere... | |
| RAY | |
| Back to England? | |
| KEN | |
| You can't go back to England, Ray. | |
| You'll be a dead man. | |
| RAY | |
| Ken, I wanna be a dead man! Have | |
| you been missing something? | |
| KEN | |
| You don't want to be a dead man, | |
| Ray... | |
| RAY | |
| 70. | |
| Ken! I killed a little boy...! | |
| RAY breaks down in tears that won't stop. KEN holds him, | |
| and RAY allows himself to be held. | |
| 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 going to help | |
| anybody dead. You're not going to | |
| 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. Just | |
| keep moving. And don't ever go | |
| home. | |
| 55 INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY 55 | |
| RAY packing his stuff away. KEN in bathroom, sees a note on | |
| the sink, which reads 'DEAR KEN, I WENT TO THE PARK SO SHE | |
| WOULDN'T HAVE TO CLEAN IT UP. RAY'. | |
| RAY | |
| So Harry Waters wants me dead. 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?! | |
| RAY laughs at length, KEN also. RAY has to sit on the bed, | |
| he's coughing and spluttering so much. | |
| RAY | |
| The Bahamas, maybe. Like, | |
| fucking... Fiji. Bruges? Why | |
| fucking Bruges? | |
| KEN | |
| I suppose it's cheaper. | |
| 71. | |
| 56 EXT. TRAIN STATION - PLATFORM - DAY 56 | |
| RAY loads his bag onto the train, then lowers the window to | |
| talk to KEN on the platform. | |
| KEN | |
| You've got a few minutes. | |
| RAY gives KEN a little package surreptitiously. | |
| RAY | |
| The rest of the acid and the | |
| ecstasy. | |
| KEN | |
| Why don't you keep it? | |
| RAY shakes his head. | |
| RAY | |
| Think I'm gonna clean myself up a | |
| bit. Cut down on the booze. Become | |
| a worthwhile citizen a bit. Yeah. | |
| Can I have my gun back, please? | |
| KEN shakes his head. | |
| RAY | |
| 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 | |
| I can hardly do English. | |
| (pause) | |
| That's the 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 isn't all | |
| that long. | |
| RAY | |
| It's more than that boy got. | |
| (pause) | |
| 72. | |
| My first fucking job. A great | |
| hitman I turned out to be. | |
| KEN | |
| Some people just aren't cut out for | |
| it, Ray. | |
| RAY | |
| Are you? | |
| KEN doesn't answer. | |
| RAY | |
| When are you going back to England? | |
| KEN | |
| I'll head back in a couple of hours | |
| or something. | |
| RAY | |
| Harry isn't gonna be mad at you, is | |
| he, for letting me go? | |
| KEN smiles. Train doors are slamming, it's ready to go. | |
| KEN | |
| I'll sort out Harry. | |
| RAY | |
| Just tell him I'll have probably | |
| killed meself in a fortnight | |
| anyway. | |
| RAY smiles, the train slowly starts up. | |
| KEN | |
| You won't, will you, Ray? | |
| RAY just looks at him a while, then shrugs, as the train | |
| pulls away. They wave goodbye sadly, tears in their eyes. | |
| KEN dials a number on a public phone on the platform. | |
| KEN | |
| Harry? It's Ken. Listen to this | |
| noise... | |
| KEN holds the phone out towards the departing train. | |
| KEN | |
| You know what that is? | |
| (pause) | |
| 73. | |
| I know you know it's a train. But | |
| do you know what train? Well, it's | |
| a train that Ray's 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. Cos I'm getting to | |
| quite like Bruges now. It's like a | |
| fucking fairy-tale or something. | |
| KEN hangs up and walks away as the train passes into the | |
| distance behind him. | |
| 57 EXT. BRUGES STREETS - DAY 57 | |
| KEN heads back towards the distant spires and bell-tower of | |
| Bruges proper, huddled up against his fate. | |
| 58 INT. TRAIN CARRIAGE - DAY 58 | |
| RAY alone in a carriage with his thoughts as the train | |
| trundles along. Suddenly the brakes are put on, and the | |
| train slows to a halt. RAY looks out window - there's no | |
| station, just flat countryside five minutes from Bruges | |
| town. | |
| A POLICEMAN comes up along the aisle. | |
| POLICEMAN | |
| You Irish? | |
| RAY | |
| Yes | |
| POLICEMAN | |
| What is your name? | |
| RAY | |
| Um, Derek... Per-lurrl. | |
| POLICEMAN | |
| You heet the Canadian? | |
| RAY | |
| Hah? | |
| POLICEMAN | |
| You heet the Canadian? | |
| 74. | |
| RAY | |
| I heet the Canadian? I don't know | |
| what you're talking about. | |
| The POLICEMAN points back along the carriage. RAY looks | |
| that way. At the far end of the carriage, RAY sees a SECOND | |
| POLICEMAN, along with the American-sounding GUY and his | |
| GIRLFRIEND he beat up in the restaurant last night, the GUY | |
| with a cut lip, the GIRLFRIEND with bruising. | |
| GUY | |
| ‐ | |
| That's him! That's the mother | |
| fucker! | |
| GIRL | |
| You asshole! | |
| The POLICEMAN takes out his cuffs. | |
| POLICEMAN | |
| You heet the Canadian, yes? | |
| RAY | |
| Canadian? Shit. | |
| The POLICEMAN cuffs RAY'S hands behind his back. | |
| POLICEMAN | |
| We're taking you back to Bruges. | |
| RAY | |
| Brilliant. | |
| The POLICEMAN walks RAY back along the aisle. | |
| 59 INT. HARRY'S HOUSE - DAY 59 | |
| STUDY. HARRY stares at the phone he's just put down. | |
| LIVING-ROOM. His kids, aged 8, 7 and 5, are playing happily | |
| with their Japanese au pair, IMAMOTO. The children's | |
| mother, NATALIE, an aging dolly bird, sits reading 'Hello'. | |
| Sound of a phone being smashed to pieces in the next room. | |
| The children are startled at first, then giggle - it's | |
| obviously happened before. NATALIE sighs, gets up. | |
| STUDY. HARRY is smashing the final remnants of the phone | |
| against the wall with the cord, as NATALIE comes in. | |
| 75. | |
| NATALIE | |
| Harry. | |
| HARRY | |
| What? | |
| NATALIE | |
| It's an inanimate fucking object. | |
| HARRY | |
| You're an inanimate fucking object! | |
| NATALIE sighs, exits. Breathing deeply, HARRY tries to calm | |
| himself, puts the remnants of the phone on the table. Takes | |
| his passport from a cluttered drawer, flips through it - no | |
| stamps on any of the pages. Pockets it. | |
| LIVING-ROOM. HARRY tenderly kisses and hugs each of his | |
| kids goodbye, as NATALIE and IMAMOTO watch, bemused. | |
| HARRY | |
| You lot be good for your mummy and | |
| Imamoto, okay? Daddy's got to go | |
| away for a few days. | |
| NATALIE | |
| Where you going? | |
| HARRY | |
| Got to go to Bruges. | |
| NATALIE | |
| Bruges? Where's that? | |
| HARRY | |
| It's in Belgium. | |
| NATALIE | |
| Why would anybody have to go to | |
| Belgium? | |
| HARRY | |
| I have to sort something out. | |
| NATALIE | |
| Is it something to do with the | |
| phone? | |
| HARRY | |
| It's something to do with Ken. It's | |
| a matter of honour. | |
| NATALIE | |
| 76. | |
| It ain't gonna be dangerous, is it? | |
| HARRY | |
| Well course it's gonna be dangerous | |
| if it's a matter of fucking honour! | |
| NATALIE | |
| You are bringing the fellas with | |
| ya. Tell me you're bringing the | |
| fellas with ya? | |
| HARRY shakes his head sadly. | |
| HARRY | |
| I'm sorry for calling you an | |
| inanimate object. I was upset. | |
| NATALIE | |
| I'm scared, Harry. I don't want you | |
| to go. | |
| HARRY | |
| There's nothing to be scared about. | |
| They look at each other. They both know that there is. | |
| 60 INT. EUROSTAR TRAIN - DAY 60 | |
| HARRY watching the English countryside pass by, his mood | |
| grim, a suit-and-tied BUSINESSMAN opposite him. | |
| BUSINESSMAN | |
| Off to Belgium on business? | |
| HARRY | |
| If I'd wanted a conversation with a | |
| cunt, I'd've gone to the "Have a | |
| conversation with a cunt" shop. | |
| The BUSINESSMAN can't even speak. The train enters the | |
| darkness of the channel tunnel. | |
| 61 INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY 61 | |
| KEN dresses in a neat suit and tie, hides RAY'S gun in a | |
| cupboard, checks his own gun is loaded and pockets it, and | |
| lays a sealed envelope on the pillow of his neatly-made | |
| bed. | |
| He looks over the room one last time, and exits. | |
| 77. | |
| The envelope reads 'MY LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT'. | |
| 62 EXT. BRUGES STREETS - DAY 62 | |
| HARRY walking through the same pretty streets that RAY and | |
| KEN did earlier, taking it all in, remembering the last | |
| time he was here. | |
| FLASHBACK: HARRY, AGED SEVEN, hand in hand with a MAN we | |
| can't quite see, taking in the church towers, the horse and | |
| carts, the canals, the swans, et al, happily, mouthing | |
| words we don't hear, pulling the MAN along. The MAN is | |
| dressed in black. | |
| 63 EXT. MARKET SQUARE - DAY 63 | |
| HARRY looking up at the bell-tower. | |
| FLASHBACK: HARRY, AGED SEVEN, racing into the tower, the | |
| UNSEEN MAN behind him. | |
| 64 INT. BELL TOWER - DAY 64 | |
| FLASHBACK: HARRY, AGED SEVEN, racing up the winding steps, | |
| the UNSEEN MAN trying to keep up, HARRY rabbiting on. | |
| UNSEEN MAN comes out on the dark look-out room, to see | |
| HARRY trying to jump up to see out of the window. HARRY | |
| gestures to be picked up. The man does so. HARRY looks out | |
| at the town below, thrilled. | |
| After a moment, the UNSEEN MAN puts him back down and | |
| gestures for HARRY to go back downstairs. HARRY complains | |
| they've only just got up there. The MAN gestures more | |
| forcefully, and HARRY trudges away moodily, leaving the MAN | |
| alone there. | |
| UNSEEN MAN (O.S.) | |
| Not here. Not here. | |
| 65 EXT. CANALSIDE - DAY 65 | |
| HARRY leaning on a wall, looking at the waters below, a | |
| leaf in his hand, thinking. | |
| UNSEEN MAN (V.O.) | |
| Did you like Bruges, Harry? | |
| HARRY - AGE SEVEN (V.O.) | |
| 78. | |
| Oh my God, it was like a fairy-tale | |
| or something! It was the best | |
| holiday I've ever had in my life! | |
| UNSEEN MAN (V.O.) | |
| Well, seeing as I did that whole | |
| trip for you, will you do something | |
| for me? | |
| HARRY - AGE SEVEN (V.O.) | |
| Oh anything, Father! Anything! | |
| FLASHBACKS A smiling HARRY AGED SEVEN'S cheek is gently | |
| caressed by the UNSEEN MAN'S hand. The hand bears the same | |
| crucifix signet ring as the man in SCENE 20. HARRY loses | |
| his smile somewhat. | |
| Back in present day Bruges, HARRY lets the leaf he was | |
| holding fall into the waters below, and watches it slowly | |
| float away. | |
| 66 INT. YURI'S HOUSE - DAY 66 | |
| EIRIK on couch, forlorn, one eye heavily bandaged. HARRY | |
| looks him over as he enters... | |
| HARRY | |
| Aye aye... | |
| ...as YURI lays out a bunch of heavy duty guns to choose | |
| from; Uzi's, Magnum's, etc. | |
| 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 twenty black ten- | |
| year-olds in a fucking drive-by. I | |
| want a normal gun for a normal | |
| person. | |
| YURI gets him a run of the mill .45. | |
| 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? | |
| 79. | |
| YURI | |
| The alcoves. The alcoves in the | |
| Koningin Astrid Park. | |
| HARRY is nonplussed. | |
| YURI | |
| Oh, I also have some Dum-Dums. You | |
| use this word, 'Dum-Dums'? The | |
| bullets that make the head explode. | |
| HARRY | |
| Dum-Dums, yes. | |
| YURI | |
| Would you like some of these Dum- | |
| Dums? | |
| HARRY | |
| I know I shouldn't, but I will. | |
| YURI gives him a box of bullets. | |
| 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 a 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 | |
| that was all your fault. | |
| EIRIK | |
| Hah? | |
| HARRY | |
| 80. | |
| 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, 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 whinging and | |
| cheer the fuck up? | |
| EIRIK is about to react angrily... | |
| YURI | |
| Eirik? I really wouldn't respond. | |
| EIRIK calms down. | |
| EIRIK | |
| I thought you wanted the guy dead. | |
| HARRY | |
| I do want the guy dead. I want him | |
| fucking crucified. It doesn't | |
| change the fact that he stitched | |
| you up like a blind little gayboy, | |
| does it? Thanks for the gun, Yuri. | |
| HARRY leaves the house. | |
| YURI | |
| (in Flemish, subtitled) | |
| He's under a lot of stress. | |
| 67 EXT. MARKET SQUARE - NIGHT 67 | |
| HARRY walking the cobbled streets to the square as dusk | |
| falls, a pop-up map with 'KEN'S HOTEL' circled and arrowed. | |
| Suddenly, ten feet behind his map, he sees KEN sitting at a | |
| table outside a bar, staring straight back at him, a beer | |
| in front of him. | |
| HARRY freezes, hand on gun in pocket. KEN sips his beer | |
| nonchalantly and gestures for HARRY to come and sit down. | |
| After a moment, HARRY does so. They sit in silence for | |
| quite a while. | |
| HARRY | |
| Well? | |
| 81. | |
| KEN | |
| The boy's suicidal, Harry. He's a | |
| walking dead man. He keeps going on | |
| about Hell and purgatory and... | |
| HARRY | |
| When I phoned you yesterday, did I | |
| ask you, "Ken, will you do me a | |
| favour and become Ray's | |
| psychiatrist, please?" No. What I | |
| think I asked you was "Could you go | |
| blow his fucking head off for me?" | |
| (pause) | |
| "He's suicidal". I'm suicidal! | |
| You're suicidal! Everybody's | |
| 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...? This gets fucking worse...11 | |
| HARRY gestures for a beer from the WAITER. | |
| KEN | |
| We were down the park... | |
| HARRY | |
| Let me get this right... "You were | |
| down 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've solved my | |
| problem, which would've solved your | |
| problem, and which, it sounds like, | |
| would've solved the boy's problem! | |
| KEN | |
| It wouldn't've solved his problem. | |
| HARRY | |
| 82. | |
| Ken, if I'd killed a little kid, | |
| accidentally or otherwise, I | |
| wouldn't've thought twice, I'd've | |
| killed myself on the fucking spot! | |
| On the fucking spot! I'd've stuck | |
| the gun in my mouth on the fucking | |
| spot! | |
| KEN | |
| But 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 got the | |
| capacity to get fucking worse! | |
| HARRY | |
| Oh now we're getting down to it! | |
| KEN | |
| Harry, let's face it, and I'm not | |
| being funny and 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 going | |
| to become an even bigger cunt. And | |
| maybe have some more cunt kids. | |
| HARRY | |
| Leave my kids fucking out of it! | |
| What have they done?! | |
| HARRY | |
| You fucking retract that bit about | |
| my cunt fucking kids... 1 | |
| KEN | |
| I retract that bit about your cunt | |
| fucking kids. | |
| HARRY | |
| Insulting my fucking kids! That's | |
| going overboardr mate! | |
| KEN | |
| I've retracted it, haven't I? | |
| 83. | |
| (pause) | |
| That still leaves you being a | |
| cunt... | |
| HARRY | |
| I fucking got that!! | |
| HARRY takes a big drink, deciding what to do, where to go. | |
| KEN drinks too. | |
| HARRY | |
| Where's Ray now? | |
| KEN | |
| Right about now, Ray's in one or | |
| the other of the one million towns | |
| in mainland Europe it's possible to | |
| be in. Other than here. | |
| 68 INT. BRUGES POLICE STATION - NIGHT 68 | |
| CHLOE waiting, DESK CONSTABLE doodling. She stands, | |
| excited, as RAY is released. | |
| RAY | |
| I'll get the money back to you as | |
| soon as I get through to my | |
| friend.•. | |
| CHLOE | |
| It's not a problem, Raymond. | |
| RAY | |
| And I'll get all your acid and | |
| ecstasy back to you too... | |
| The DESK CONSTABLE looks up. | |
| CHLOE | |
| (in French, subtitled) | |
| English humour! | |
| She quickly leads him out. | |
| 69 EXT. CANALSIDE - NIGHT 69 | |
| CHLOE and RAY walking. | |
| RAY | |
| 84. | |
| Bloody Bruges again. I seriously | |
| think I'm never gonna get out of | |
| this town alive. | |
| CHLOE | |
| Let's go to my place. | |
| RAY | |
| That's a bit forward, Chloe. | |
| CHLOE | |
| Uh-huh? And how about this... ? | |
| She kisses him at length. | |
| RAY | |
| Let's go get a drink first... | |
| CHLOE | |
| No. Let's go have a fuck first, | |
| Richard Burton, then let's go get a | |
| drink. | |
| RAY | |
| 'Richard Burton', you're funny. | |
| 70 INT. CHLOE'S APARTMENT - NIGHT 70 | |
| RAY and CHLOE trying to make love; RAY can't quite get | |
| there, but there's something so tender between them it | |
| doesn't even matter. | |
| RAY | |
| Somehow I didn't think I'd be here | |
| tonight. | |
| CHLOE | |
| Is Bruges so bad? | |
| He smiles, caresses her tummy. | |
| RAY | |
| Bits of it are alright. | |
| (pause) | |
| But, seriously Chloe, can we go and | |
| get that drink now, seriously? | |
| She hits him with a pillow and gets up, smiling. | |
| 71 EXT. BRUGES STREETS - NIGHT 71 | |
| 85. | |
| Arm in arm, CHLOE points the best direction to go - towards | |
| Market Square and the bell-tower there. RAY tells her about | |
| the OVERWEIGHT AMERICAN incident in mime. | |
| 72 EXT. MARKET SQUARE - NORTH SIDE - NIGHT 72 | |
| The bell-tower high in the background on the other side of | |
| the square, HARRY finishes his drink. | |
| HARRY | |
| I'm assuming you've got your gun on | |
| you. | |
| KEN | |
| (nods) | |
| That Yuri bloke's a funny fella, | |
| isn't he? | |
| HARRY | |
| (nods) | |
| He does Yoga. | |
| KEN | |
| 'Alcoves'. | |
| HARRY | |
| Was he going on to you about the | |
| 'Alcoves'? | |
| KEN | |
| 'The alcoves in the Koningin Astrid | |
| Park'. | |
| (pause) | |
| Harry, I know you've gotta do what | |
| you've gotta do, but it's a bit | |
| crowded around here, you know? | |
| HARRY | |
| Well I'm not gonna have a shoot-out | |
| in the middle of a thousand fucking | |
| Belgian's, am I? Not to mention the | |
| other nationalities, just on their | |
| holidays. | |
| KEN | |
| Mm. To see the swans and the Gothic | |
| and all the fairy-tale stuff, eh? | |
| HARRY | |
| Are you trying to fucking wind me | |
| up?! | |
| 86. | |
| KEN | |
| No, Harry... | |
| HARRY | |
| On top of calling me a cunt and | |
| calling me kids cunts 1 I might | |
| just have to fucking shoot you | |
| right here! Christ! | |
| KEN | |
| Let's go up the bell-tower. It'll | |
| be quiet up there, this time of | |
| evening. Let's go up there. | |
| HARRY looks up at it a while, then nods. They stand, KEN | |
| pays the bill, and they start walking towards the tower, | |
| just as it chimes six o'clock. | |
| 73 EXT. MARKET SQUARE - SOUTH SIDE - NIGHT 73 | |
| As the tower continues chiming, CHLOE and RAY look up at it | |
| a second, then continue walking away from it, in the | |
| direction that HARRY and KEN are coming from. | |
| RAY | |
| Yeah, Canadians. Poor sods. I'm | |
| terrible at telling the difference | |
| between that lot. They still kind | |
| of deserved it, but not as much. | |
| They didn't kill John Lennon, did | |
| they? Anyway, I'm supposed to turn | |
| up to court here in two days. | |
| CHLOE | |
| Are you going to turn up? | |
| RAY | |
| I dunno. What have I got to stay | |
| for, really? | |
| CHLOE smiles and kisses him, accidentally obscuring his | |
| face from HARRY and KEN as they pass, oblivious. | |
| CHLOE | |
| The most beautiful woman... | |
| (kiss) | |
| ... you've ever seen... | |
| (kiss) | |
| ... in all of your life. | |
| RAY | |
| (pause) | |
| 87. | |
| The black one off of Star Trek? Is | |
| she here? | |
| CHLOE mimes shooting RAY in the head. They take an outside | |
| table at a bar there. In the background, HARRY and KEN | |
| enter the bell-tower. | |
| 74 INT. BELL TOWER - ENTRY KIOSK - NIGHT 74 | |
| The stern TICKET-SELLER is out in front of the turnstile, | |
| the entranceway is roped off. | |
| TICKET-SELLER | |
| The tower is closed this evening. | |
| KEN | |
| No way! It's supposed to be open | |
| til seven. | |
| TICKET-SELLER | |
| The tower is usually open until | |
| seven. Yesterday an American had a | |
| heart-attack up the tower. The | |
| tower is closed this evening. | |
| HARRY | |
| Here, Cranky, here's a hundred for | |
| ya. We're only gonna be twenty | |
| minutes. Okay? | |
| HARRY sticks a hundred euros in the TICKET-SELLER'S pocket. | |
| The TICKET-SELLER takes it out, scrunches it up, tosses it | |
| at HARRY'S head, then taps the following words on HARRY'S | |
| forehead with his finger. | |
| TICKET-SELLER | |
| The tower... is closed..., this | |
| evening. Understand,... Englishman? | |
| KEN can only smile, A few specks of blood spatter the wall | |
| as we hear the sounds and see the shadow of the TICKET- | |
| SELLER being quickly pistol-whipped unconscious. | |
| 75 EXT. BELL TOWER - NIGHT 75 | |
| EIRIK, in passing, sees HARRY shiftily roping off the | |
| entranceway of the bell-tower. Knowing something unlawful | |
| is occurring, he passes on. | |
| 88. | |
| 76 INT. BELL TOWER - NIGHT 76 | |
| HARRY and KEN, huffing and puffing up the bell-tower steps, | |
| finally reach the room at the top. They slowly get their | |
| breath back, look out at the view. | |
| 77 EXT. MARKET SQUARE - SOUTH SIDE - NIGHT 77 | |
| RAY and CHLOE at table - staring at something in open- | |
| mouthed shock. | |
| RAY'S POV - it's JIMMY the dwarf, standing staring at them, | |
| dressed in the school uniform of a small boy, complete with | |
| peaked cap, satchel and short trousers. His expression is | |
| deadpan, even as RAY and CHLOE burst out laughing. END POV. | |
| They try to stop laughing, but can't. JIMMY stays staring | |
| at them. | |
| 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. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yeah, y'know, Ray, I'd find it | |
| easier to believe you and forgive | |
| you, somehow, if the two of you | |
| weren't laughing straight in my | |
| fucking face! | |
| They try to stop, but again can't, til JIMMY eventually can | |
| only see the funny side too. He smiles, and joins them at | |
| their table. | |
| JIMMY | |
| It's for the goddam movie, man. | |
| Some distance away, EIRIK walks by, but as his blinded eye | |
| is towards them, he doesn't see them at all, and passes on. | |
| 78 INT. BELL TOWER - NIGHT 78 | |
| HARRY and KEN look out at the view a while. Freezing fog is | |
| gradually descending. | |
| KEN | |
| 89. | |
| It is a nice town, Harry. I'm glad | |
| I got to see it. I didn't mean to | |
| take the piss out of it being a | |
| fairytale place. It is a fairy- | |
| tale place. It really is. | |
| HARRY | |
| Mm. It's just a shame it's in | |
| Belgium, really. But then, you | |
| think, if it wasn't in Belgium, if | |
| it was somewhere good, there'd be | |
| too many people coming to see it, | |
| it'd spoil the whole thing. | |
| KEN | |
| I'm glad I got to see it. Before I | |
| died. | |
| KEN slowly opens his jacket, gently, safely, takes his gun | |
| out butt first, as HARRY quickly takes his out too,... | |
| HARRY | |
| What are you doing? | |
| ...and tosses it at HARRY'S feet. | |
| HARRY | |
| What are you fucking doing?! | |
| KEN | |
| I ain't fighting any more, Harry. | |
| HARRY | |
| Alright. Then I'm blowing your | |
| fucking head off... | |
| HARRY points his gun at KEN's head. KEN nods in acceptance. | |
| HARRY | |
| Oh don't come over all Gandhi! What | |
| are you doing?! | |
| HARRY tosses his gun back to him. | |
| HARRY | |
| Ken, stop messing about please. | |
| Pick up your gun. I know I'm gonna | |
| beat you anyway, cos you're a spaz, | |
| but... | |
| KEN | |
| 90. | |
| Harry. I am totally in your debt. | |
| The things that's gone between us | |
| in the past, I love you | |
| unreservedly for all that. For your | |
| integrity, for your honour. I love | |
| you. | |
| (pause) | |
| 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 | |
| (pause) | |
| 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 ain't fighting. | |
| Pause. HARRY raises his gun and shoots KEN in the leg. KEN | |
| rolls around in pain. | |
| KEN | |
| You fucking cunt 11 | |
| HARRY | |
| Like I'm not gonna do nothing to ya | |
| just cos you're standing about like | |
| Robert fucking Powell! | |
| KEN | |
| Like who?! | |
| HARRY | |
| Like Robert fucking Powell out of | |
| Jesus of fucking Nazareth. | |
| KEN | |
| 91. | |
| My fucking leg! | |
| HARRY | |
| Oh shut your whinging, pick up your | |
| gun and let's get out of this | |
| place, it's freezing, and don't | |
| think I haven't clocked you calling | |
| me a cunt again, ya cunt. | |
| HARRY gives KEN back his gun, helps him up and gives him a | |
| shoulder to lean on as they traipse down stairs. | |
| 79 EXT. MARKET SQUARE - SOUTH SIDE -NIGHT 79 | |
| At the table. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Yeah, it's the final night's | |
| shooting. The psycho dwarf turns | |
| out to be just a lovable little | |
| schoolboy and it was all some kinda | |
| Boschian nightmare. Yeah, kiss my | |
| ass! | |
| RAY | |
| I guess at least there weren't any | |
| black people involved, eh Jimmy? | |
| JIMMY puts his hand to his mouth, horrified. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Aw no. I wasn't talking about... I | |
| wasn't talking about... The War | |
| again, was I? | |
| RAY nods. JIMMY puts his head in his hands. | |
| CHLOE | |
| What war? | |
| 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. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Aw shit, that's just cocaine. | |
| That's just cocaine. | |
| RAY | |
| 92. | |
| He didn't even want the Vietnamese | |
| on his side! | |
| CHLOE | |
| You've got to have the Vietnamese | |
| on your side. | |
| RAY | |
| That's what X said. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Man, I'm never gonna touch coke or | |
| Ketamine or Ecstasy or acid ever | |
| again. | |
| (to CHLOE) | |
| What else have ya got, Chloe? I'm | |
| kinda... | |
| They laugh. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Listen, we're filming down by the | |
| Vismarkt tonight, this wild bloody | |
| endgame thing. It should actually | |
| be quite fucked up. You guys should | |
| come along. | |
| CHLOE | |
| I think we might just have a quiet | |
| one tonight, Jimmy. | |
| JIMMY | |
| Ohh, so that's how it is! Well, in | |
| another life. | |
| Smiling, shaking hands, they make their goodbyes. | |
| 80 EXT. MARKET SQUARE - NORTH SIDE - NIGHT 80 | |
| Bell-tower in background, EIRIK remembers his keys or | |
| something and, pissed off, turns around and heads back the | |
| way he came. | |
| We follow him all the way, until he gets to the bar RAY and | |
| CHLOE are at and JIMMY is walking away from. Suddenly | |
| seeing them, EIRIK stops dead in his tracks. CHLOE ushers | |
| him over. | |
| EIRIK edges away, then sprints for the bell-tower. RAY and | |
| CHLOE watch him go, bemused. | |
| 93. | |
| 81 INT. BELL TOWER - NIGHT 81 | |
| HARRY helping KEN down the winding wooden stairs with great | |
| difficulty, they suddenly hear someone running up towards | |
| them from far off. They sit on the steps and await the | |
| strangers approach. The distant footsteps get closer and | |
| closer, until they hear, still from far below... | |
| EIRIK | |
| Mister Waters? Mister Waters? | |
| HARRY | |
| Who's that? | |
| EIRIK | |
| It's Eirik. | |
| HARRY | |
| The blind boy? | |
| EIRIK | |
| Ye... Er,.. Yes. | |
| HARRY | |
| What do you fucking want? | |
| EIRIK | |
| The guy you're looking for, the guy | |
| Ray? He's downstairs. | |
| HARRY and KEN freeze. | |
| HARRY | |
| He's where? | |
| EIRIK | |
| He's downstairs, at a bar. | |
| In a flash, HARRY and KEN, still sitting side by side, pull | |
| their guns and try to point them at each other, at the same | |
| time as their free hands grab each others gun hands. | |
| It's like some slow, deathly arm-wrestling match, but HARRY | |
| is the stronger man, and though KEN keeps struggling, he | |
| knows there is nothing he can do, as HARRY slowly slowly | |
| slowly brings his gun all the way up to KEN's neck. | |
| They look at each other in the eye, KEN crying a tear, | |
| HARRY almost. HARRY blows a massive hole in KEN's neck. KEN | |
| collapses, dropping his gun. HARRY gets up. | |
| HARRY | |
| 94. | |
| I'm sorry, Ken. You can't kill a | |
| kid and expect to get away with it. | |
| You just can't. | |
| KEN nods. HARRY starts racing downstairs. KEN leans back on | |
| the bloody wooden staircase, dying. Sounds of HARRY'S | |
| footsteps echo up, gradually getting more distant. | |
| Suddenly KEN gets an idea. He picks up his gun and slowly | |
| starts pulling himself up the stairs, towards the look-out | |
| room. | |
| STAIRWELL. HARRY continues his spiral descent. | |
| 82 EXT. MARKET SQUARE - SOUTH SIDE - NIGHT 82 | |
| Still bemused by EIRIK'S behaviour but not actually | |
| worried, RAY orders from the WAITER. | |
| RAY | |
| One gay beer and one normal, | |
| please. Thanks. | |
| CHLOE | |
| What's a gay beer? | |
| RAY | |
| (bemused) | |
| A beer that gay people drink. | |
| 83 INT. BELL TOWER - NIGHT 83 | |
| LOOK-OUT ROOM. Pouring blood and weak as hell, KEN makes a | |
| massive final effort to pull himself onto a side wall. He | |
| pulls out his gun and looks down at the Market Square | |
| below. | |
| KEN'S POV - The freezing fog has descended so heavily that | |
| nothing whatsoever can be seen down there. | |
| KEN loses hope, leaning in the window. | |
| 84 EXT. MARKET SQUARE - SOUTH SIDE - NIGHT 84 | |
| RAY kisses CHLOE at the table. She touches his face as they | |
| break, the bell-tower entrance framed directly behind her. | |
| 85 EXT. BELL TOWER - NIGHT 85 | |
| 95. | |
| STAIRWELL. HARRY still racing down, passes EIRIK. | |
| HARRY | |
| Where? | |
| EIRIK | |
| To the left when you come out. The | |
| bar to the left. | |
| HARRY continues on. | |
| LOOK-OUT ROOM. The forlorn KEN suddenly gets an idea. He | |
| puts his gun inside his jacket, buttons it up tightly, then | |
| takes out a handful of coins and lets a few drop out | |
| through the open window, down into the fog. | |
| 86 EXT. MARKET SQUARE - NIGHT 86 | |
| Almost in SLOWMO, the coins fall out of the fog, landing in | |
| the square, frightening the PASSERS-BY, who move away from | |
| it, looking up... | |
| 87 INT. BELL TOWER - NIGHT 87 | |
| LOOK-OUT ROOM. KEN drops out all the rest of his coins. | |
| 88 EXT. MARKET SQUARE - NIGHT 88 | |
| The coins hit the ground heavily, warning the PASSERS-BY to | |
| give the tower an even wider berth. Even RAY has noticed | |
| something's wrong. He looks over and up... | |
| 89 INT. BELL TOWER - NIGHT 89 | |
| STAIRWELL. HARRY getting down lower and lower... | |
| LOOK-OUT ROOM. Scared, KEN breathes deeply, then lets | |
| himself fall through the window, out into the fog. | |
| 90 EXT. MARKET SQUARE - NIGHT 90 | |
| As the PASSERS-BY and RAY are still looking up, a figure | |
| plummets out of the fog and crashes to the ground in a | |
| hideous broken heap. The PASSERS-BY move away in screaming | |
| horror. | |
| 96. | |
| RAY flinches in disgust, turning CHLOE's face away, then, | |
| as he brings himself to look again, slowly realises who it | |
| is. | |
| He sprints over and collapses to his knees beside him. | |
| KEN's head, chest and shoulders have just about survived | |
| the impact; everything else is pulp. | |
| RAY | |
| Ken?! Ken?! | |
| KEN | |
| Harry's here. | |
| RAY | |
| What?! | |
| KEN | |
| Take my gun. | |
| RAY reaches inside KEN's bloodied coat, and comes out with | |
| the broken useless gun. Bits of KEN's heart drip off it. | |
| RAY | |
| Ken? Where's my gun?! Where's my | |
| gun?! | |
| KEN | |
| (slowly, trying to think) | |
| Hotel... | |
| RAY | |
| Oh Ken, Jesus...! | |
| KEN | |
| I'm gonna die now, I think. | |
| KEN nods, then dies. RAY is shaking in horror and sadness. | |
| HARRY bursts out of the tower, sees CHLOE and everyone else | |
| staring at the bloody scene. He follows her gaze, and sees | |
| RAY. | |
| RAY sees him but cannot move. | |
| HARRY sees KEN'S pulped corpse, the broken gun in RAY's | |
| hand, realises what's gone down. He acknowledges, somehow, | |
| KEN's sense of honour, courage, what have you. | |
| RAY starts backing away... | |
| 97. | |
| Which snaps HARRY out of it. He raises his gun... | |
| CHLOE screams... | |
| Harry fires at RAY but misses... | |
| ...And RAY sprints rapidly away, PASSERS-BY and CHLOE | |
| scattering. | |
| HARRY gives chase, firing whenever he has a clear shot. | |
| RAY cuts down an alley and HARRY follows. | |
| 91 EXT. BRUGES STREETS - NIGHT 91 | |
| LONG CHASE SEQUENCE. Down the same cobbled streets, dark | |
| canal-sides and bridges that we've seen earlier, now all | |
| mist-strewn and doubly eerie, RAY is chased and shot at by | |
| HARRY. | |
| However, because RAY already knows these streets so well, a | |
| large gap starts opening up between them. | |
| We CRANE UP as RAY takes another couple of fast corners, | |
| taking his jacket off, doubling back on himself, and | |
| finally comes out on his hotel, checks that he's lost HARRY | |
| and, breathless, enters. | |
| 92 INT. HOTEL LOBBY - NIGHT 92 | |
| MARIE is behind the desk. | |
| MARIE | |
| Oh. Mr Blakely said you'd left... | |
| RAY | |
| I need the key to the room right | |
| now. QuicklyI Now! | |
| She finds and gives it to him. | |
| RAY | |
| And I need you to lock up and go | |
| home right now. It's very very | |
| dangerous here. Okay? Go home right | |
| now! | |
| MARIE | |
| Okay... | |
| 98. | |
| Realising how serious he is, MARIE gathers up her coat and | |
| stuff. RAY heads upstairs. | |
| MARIE | |
| Is Mr Blakely not coming back | |
| tonight? | |
| RAY winces, keeps moving. | |
| 93 EXT. BRUGES STREETS - NIGHT 93 | |
| HARRY, breathing hard, opens his pop-up map of Bruges with | |
| 'KEN'S HOTEL' circled, and looks up at a street sign. | |
| 94 INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT 94 | |
| RAY quickly tears the room asunder and finds the hidden | |
| gun, checks it's loaded. He sees the 'Last Will' envelope | |
| and almost cries, but stops as he suddenly hears | |
| downstairs... | |
| MARIE (O.S.) | |
| No I won't let you up there. Put | |
| that gun away right now. | |
| HARRY (O.S.) | |
| Lady, get out of my way, please. | |
| MARIE (O.S.) | |
| No. I won't. I won't get out of | |
| your way. You'll have to go through | |
| me. | |
| RAY goes to the top of the stairs, peeks round the corner | |
| and down at MARIE on the second step of the stairs, | |
| blocking the way of HARRY, below her. RAY crouches down and | |
| takes aim as they argue... | |
| RAY'S POV: Along the barrel of the gun, he has a clear shot | |
| of HARRY, but it's just above MARIE'S pregnant tummy. | |
| END POV. | |
| HARRY | |
| Well obviously I'm not gonna go | |
| through you, am I, with your baby | |
| and that. I'm a nice person. But | |
| could you just get out of the | |
| fucking way, please? | |
| 99. | |
| RAY chooses not to take the shot, and lowers the gun. As | |
| RAY speaks, HARRY ducks out of sight. | |
| 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 til | |
| she's left the hotel. I totally | |
| swear. | |
| MARIE | |
| Well I'm not going anywhere. This | |
| is my hotel. So you can fuck off. | |
| MARIE sits in the middle of the narrow stairs. HARRY is | |
| astonished. RAY peeks out and looks down at him. They | |
| exchange a look of 'What the hell is wrong with this | |
| woman?' | |
| HARRY | |
| I suppose you've got a gun up | |
| there? | |
| RAY | |
| Yeah. | |
| HARRY | |
| Well 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 shoot | |
| out. | |
| RAY | |
| Harry? I've got an idea. Listen, my | |
| room faces onto the canal, right? | |
| I'm gonna go back to my room, jump | |
| into the canal and see if I can | |
| swim to the other side and escape. | |
| RAY | |
| 100. | |
| If you run outside and round the | |
| corner, you can shoot at me from | |
| there and try and get me. But 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 wanna run | |
| out there and come back in ten | |
| 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? | |
| MARIE hears that, disturbed and saddened. | |
| HARRY | |
| So, hang on, I go outside and then | |
| I go which way, right or left? | |
| RAY | |
| You go right, don't ya. You can see | |
| it from the doorway. It's a big | |
| fucking canal! | |
| HARRY | |
| Alright! Jesus! I've only just got | |
| here, haven't I?! Okay. On a count | |
| of 'One, two, three, go'. Okay? | |
| RAY | |
| Okay. | |
| (long tense pause) | |
| What, who says it? | |
| HARRY | |
| Oh. Er, you say it. | |
| MARIE | |
| You guys are crazy!! | |
| RAY | |
| Alright, ready? | |
| HARRY | |
| Ready. | |
| RAY | |
| Set? | |
| 101. | |
| HARRY | |
| Set. | |
| RAY | |
| (pause) | |
| One, two, three, go! | |
| Sound of RAY stomping into his room. HARRY rushes outside. | |
| MARIE is left sitting there, stunned. | |
| 95 INT/EXT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT 95 | |
| RAY pulls open the lattice-window, looks down into the | |
| waters below, prepares himself... | |
| ...then sees a canal-boat approaching quickly out of the | |
| freezing fog, empty save for the DRIVER. RAY times it so | |
| it's just under his window as he leaps... | |
| 96 EXT. CANAL BOAT - NIGHT 96 | |
| ...And lands in the boat with a thud. His gun, however, | |
| topples out of his hands and is lost in the murk of the | |
| canal. | |
| RAY | |
| (to DRIVER) | |
| Keep driving! | |
| RAY suddenly sees HARRY appear at the distant canalside, | |
| look around at the water a few seconds, then spot RAY in | |
| the boat, getting further and further away, into the mist. | |
| HARRY takes aim as the DRIVER speeds up. | |
| RAY | |
| (quietly) | |
| No way. You're way too far away. | |
| 97 EXT. HOTEL CANALSIDE - NIGHT 97 | |
| HARRY steadies his gun hand, takes aim at RAY, steadily | |
| receding into the fog... | |
| HARRY | |
| No way. I'm way too far away. | |
| ...and fires. | |
| 102. | |
| 98 EXT. CANAL BOAT - NIGHT 98 | |
| RAY is hit fully in the stomach, busting a bloody hole | |
| there. | |
| He falls back in the boat. The DRIVER speeds towards the | |
| nearest landing dock. | |
| 99 EXT. CANALSIDE - NIGHT 99 | |
| HARRY, seeing the boat aiming for the distant dock, sprints | |
| away to cut them off, MARIE watching him go from the | |
| doorway. | |
| It's beginning to snow. | |
| 100 EXT. DOCK - NIGHT 100 | |
| Bleeding profusely and terribly faint, RAY walks up the | |
| steps of the dock. The DRIVER tries to help him, but he | |
| says he's okay, and gives him the last of his money. | |
| In the background, HARRY can be seen running along the | |
| other side of the canal towards the nearest bridge. | |
| At the top of the steps, RAY sees distantly, through the | |
| fog and the snow, the arc-lights, the costumes, the cameras | |
| and the people of JIMMY'S film set. He staggers towards | |
| them. | |
| 101 EXT. BRIDGE - NIGHT 101 | |
| HARRY puts his gun away so he doesn't look so suspicious to | |
| the PASSERS-BY, but keeps on after RAY. | |
| 102 EXT. CANALSIDE FILM SET - NIGHT 102 | |
| RAY slowly staggers into the middle of the misty set, which | |
| seems to be waiting for the freezing fog to clear. All the | |
| EXTRAS are dressed in strange, nightmarish masked costumes, | |
| many frighteningly similar to the demons, and those | |
| terrorised by them, in Bosch's 'LAST JUDGEMENT'. Some have | |
| an identical bullet wound to RAY'S, who staggers through | |
| all these, dizzily, horrified. | |
| 103. | |
| He tries to warn them of the danger from HARRY, but they | |
| don't seem to understand. A little way off, JIMMY THE DWARF | |
| gets up to see what all the fuss is about, but can't quite | |
| see through the throng of people, so tries to push his way | |
| through them. | |
| RAY falls to his knees at one point, but gets up and | |
| staggers on. HARRY finally arrives, a few feet behind him, | |
| and takes his gun back out. The EXTRAS don't seem to be | |
| sure if this isn't all part of their film, somehow. | |
| RAY suddenly stops dead in his tracks, staring at something | |
| in front of him, horrified. | |
| RAY | |
| The little boy. | |
| HARRY | |
| That's right, Ray. The little boy. | |
| HARRY fires twice through RAY's back. RAY falls to his | |
| knees... | |
| RAY | |
| Oh Jesus, no...! | |
| ...then slumps to the ground, revealing to us, and to | |
| HARRY, the body of JIMMY THE DWARF, one of the bullets | |
| having passed through RAY and blown JIMMY'S head off. | |
| RAY crawls up beside him and touches him gently. He's | |
| obviously dead, and with his head half gone, and his | |
| schoolcap and uniform still intact, he looks just like a | |
| little dead boy. | |
| He looks that way to HARRY, anyway, as he stands above the | |
| pair, horror-stricken. HARRY looks at RAY. RAY looks at | |
| HARRY. | |
| HARRY | |
| Oh. I see. | |
| Slowly, very slowly, HARRY raises his gun and places it in | |
| his own mouth... | |
| RAY | |
| No, Harry, no...! | |
| HARRY takes the gun out again, taps it against his teeth a | |
| moment, thinking, then nods... | |
| HARRY | |
| 104. | |
| You've got to stick to your | |
| principles. | |
| HARRY puts the gun back into his own mouth... | |
| RAY | |
| Harry, No! He's not...! | |
| ...and blows his head completely off. | |
| RAY slumps back down. The gunshot rings in his ears and all | |
| other sound is gone. | |
| RAY'S POV - looking up at the misty night sky and the roofs | |
| of the old buildings around as the snow falls heavy; then, | |
| in turn,... | |
| At the horrifying Bosch figures looking down at him; | |
| At one-eyed EIRIK somehow amongst them, looking as guilty | |
| as Judas; | |
| At the dismayed, tear-stricken face of CHLOE being dragged | |
| away from him, screaming (silently); | |
| At the AMBULANCEMEN and DOCTORS, whose grim countenances | |
| don't seem to hold out too much hope; | |
| At, from somewhere almost heavenly, MARIE, whose gentle, | |
| angelic, smiling face makes him think it all might work out | |
| alright in the end. | |
| As the oxygen goes on, as he's loaded into the too bright | |
| ambulance, RAY'S POV FADES TO BLACK. | |
| LONG PAUSE. | |
| 103 INT. ROOM - DAY 103 | |
| CLOSE SHOT of a NEWSPAPER HEADLINE seemingly reading 'IN | |
| BRUGES'. We pull back to reveal the headline actually reads | |
| 'THREE DIE IN BRUGES BLOODBATH'. We pull back further to | |
| reveal, beneath the headline, the photo's of HARRY, JIMMY | |
| and KEN. This whole piece of paper has been pinned to a | |
| wall. | |
| A telephone starts ringing. | |
| 105. | |
| Sitting on his bed, his chest and stomach wrapped in | |
| bandages, is RAY, the newspaper article pinned to the wall | |
| to the side of him. It's three months since the shooting, | |
| he's unshaven and sickly-looking. The phone is still | |
| ringing. | |
| He puts a couple of ice-cubes from the tray beside his bed | |
| into his glass, pours some whisky in and drinks. The phone | |
| finally stops ringing. | |
| RAY gets up, still in pain, and moves across the room, | |
| passing another newspaper headline on the wall reading | |
| 'STILL NO CLUES IN MURDER OF LITTLE TOBIAS' along with a | |
| large happy picture of the little boy from the church. Also | |
| pinned to the wall is the LITTLE BOY's confession note. | |
| As we see these, we hear RAY open a cupboard and take | |
| something metallic out. | |
| Phone starts ringing again. RAY sits back on the bed in the | |
| same position as before, takes another sip of whisky, and | |
| picks up the phone. He doesn't speak. | |
| CHLOE | |
| Hello?! Hello, Raymond?! | |
| (pause) | |
| Raymond, is that you? | |
| (pause) | |
| Please, Raymond....! | |
| RAY | |
| Hello, Chloe. | |
| CHLOE | |
| Ray...! | |
| SOUND of CHLOE breaking down in tears. | |
| CHLOE | |
| You went back to London? | |
| RAY | |
| Mm. | |
| CHLOE | |
| I wanted to take care of you. | |
| (pause) | |
| They said it was okay to leave? | |
| RAY | |
| To leave Bruges? | |
| CHLOE | |
| 106. | |
| To leave the hospital. | |
| RAY | |
| I stayed in Bruges three months | |
| longer than I ever intended to. I | |
| wasn't staying any longer. | |
| CHLOE | |
| Are you going to come back? | |
| RAY | |
| (almost tearfully) | |
| I don't think so. | |
| CHLOE | |
| Well can I come to London to see | |
| you? | |
| RAY | |
| No. | |
| CHLOE | |
| (crying) | |
| Raymond, please... Don't be | |
| horrible. | |
| RAY | |
| I'm not being horrible. | |
| CHLOE | |
| Then let me come to see you. | |
| RAY | |
| I'm not gonna be here. | |
| CHLOE | |
| Where are you going to be? | |
| (pause) | |
| Ray, come back to Bruges. | |
| RAY | |
| I don't like Bruges. | |
| CHLOE | |
| You do like Bruges. | |
| RAY | |
| I don't like Bruges. | |
| (smiling) | |
| It's a shit-hole. | |
| CHLOE | |
| (laughs) | |
| 107. | |
| Say you like Bruges, just a little | |
| bit. | |
| (pause) | |
| Ray? Say you like Bruges, just a | |
| little bit. | |
| RAY | |
| I like Bruges. Just a little bit. | |
| CHLOE | |
| Do you really? | |
| RAY | |
| I liked the swans. | |
| (pause) | |
| And a couple of the people. | |
| CHLOE | |
| Oh, that lady from the hotel, you | |
| know? Is her name Marie? I met her | |
| on the street yesterday. She had a | |
| baby boy. | |
| RAY | |
| Did she? | |
| CHLOE | |
| Yes. | |
| RAY | |
| That's good. | |
| CHLOE | |
| Seven pounds. | |
| RAY | |
| That's good. What's she going to | |
| call it? | |
| CHLOE | |
| Er... What's she going to call it, | |
| she did tell me... I can't | |
| remember. Something like 'Tobias' | |
| or something. | |
| RAY half-laughs, sick to his stomach. | |
| CHLOE | |
| I think it's a nice name. | |
| RAY | |
| 108. | |
| I think it's a nice name too. | |
| Listen, Chloe, I've got to hang up | |
| now. | |
| CHLOE | |
| What?! | |
| RAY | |
| I've got to hang up now. | |
| CHLOE | |
| You've got to hang up?! You | |
| wouldn't let me see you all the | |
| three months you were in the | |
| hospital, even though I came every | |
| day, then you run back to England | |
| without even telling me, and then | |
| when I finally speak to you, you | |
| speak for two minutes, then you | |
| have to hang up?! Why do you have | |
| to hang up?! Why?! | |
| RAY | |
| It's for your own good, Chloe... | |
| CHLOE | |
| It's not for my own good! How is it | |
| for my own good?! Tell me why you | |
| have to hang up! I've waited for | |
| three months, Ray! Tell me why you | |
| have to hang up! | |
| RAY | |
| Why do I have to hang up? | |
| CHLOE | |
| Yes! Why do you have to hang up?! | |
| RAY | |
| (pause) | |
| Because I don't want you to hear | |
| the gunshot. | |
| RAY hangs up, then takes the receiver off the hook and lays | |
| it down. It will quietly drone through the rest of the | |
| scene. | |
| A tear falls as he takes the gun that was resting in his | |
| lap, holds it in the air for a second, breathes deeply for | |
| a few moments, then places it against his head. | |
| 109. | |
| He holds it there a long while, eyes closed, deep | |
| breathing, then finally takes it away, opens his eyes, | |
| picks up his whisky glass, sighing, and slowly finishes it | |
| off. Courage regained, he puts the glass back down, | |
| breathes deeply again, and puts the gun back up to his | |
| head. | |
| RAY | |
| Come on. Ten, nine, eight, seven... | |
| He closes his eyes... | |
| RAY | |
| Six, five, four, three, two, one... | |
| Teeth gritted, eyes clamped tight, ten more seconds pass | |
| til he finally sighs loudly, takes the gun away again and | |
| leans his head back against the wall. | |
| He looks at the photos on the wall from the newspaper | |
| story, of JIMMY, of HARRY, and, lingeringly, of KEN. None | |
| of them want him to go through with it. | |
| Then finally he looks at the photo of little TOBIAS and the | |
| blood-stained confession note beside it. He moves across | |
| the bed and takes the confession note from the wall, | |
| knocking into the telephone slightly as he does so. | |
| He looks at the phone a while as it irritatingly drones on. | |
| He puts the phone back on the hook and looks at it a very | |
| long while, to see if it'll ring. It doesn't ring. | |
| He sits on the edge of his bed, shitty London framed out | |
| the window behind him. | |
| He looks at the confession note again, as do we... | |
| RAY'S POV: "1. Being sad. 2. Being bad at maths. 3. Being | |
| moody" and the months-old blood still caked in the corner. | |
| He folds the note into his left breast pocket, beside his | |
| heart. He nods... | |
| RAY | |
| You've got to stick to your | |
| principles. | |
| He cocks the gun. | |
| He slowly puts it to his head. | |
| Tears fill his eyes and he closes them as the tears fall. | |
| 110. | |
| He sighs calmly, knowing, perhaps for the first time, that | |
| this time he'll go through with it. | |
| The telephone starts ringing. | |
| He opens his eyes. | |
| CUT TO BLACK | |