牧场的圣诞节

1-----------"In Bruges"鄙视Bruges的唧唧歪歪
   
   Ray感叹Bruges是个"Shithole'的开始...此鄙视态度Ray始终由头至尾地延续着. 甚至到了谢幕,Ray的最后一句遗言:"I really,really hoped I wouldn't die." 也好似在郁闷地抱怨"我真的真的实在不想死在这Fucking Bruges Shithole" 我才想他真心的对Bruges咬牙切齿.再有导演兼编剧Martin McDonagh也刻意把片名起作"In Bruges". 许多观众觉得那样起是为了表达出置身于Bruges的宗教氛围,以照应其救赎的主旋律.但我偏偏觉得如此取名有一部分原因是出于Ray的对于Bruges的Shithole情结....
   (看过影片,我个人感觉Bruges真是美伦美幻,或许只是纯粹由于我长这么大也没有几次能直接或间接地目睹过歌特建筑群的优雅古朴.至于Ray,正如他解释.从小便在爱尔兰的-都柏林(Dublin)住惯了,索性不感冒)
    而导演为何要在本应当意味深长的结尾,竟以Ray的垂死调侃Bruges做为收场??:
    (表达了对小男孩母亲的歉悔之意...Ray接着说:)
    prison, death,it didn't matter - Because at least in prison and at least in death,you know, - I wouldn't be in fucking Bruges. - But then, like a flash,it came to me, and I realized, - ''Fuck, man, maybe that's what Hell is.'' - ''The entire rest of eternity spent in fucking Bruges!'' - And I really, really hoped I wouldn't die. - I really, really hoped I wouldn't die.
"入狱, 死掉, 这都没什么. 因为就算要进监狱或者就算要去死, 你知道..我都不要选在这他妈B的布鲁日. 但接着, 突然间闪过一个直觉, 我意识到, "我操,这恐怕是最惨的情况了","安详地长眠在这他妈B的布鲁日"
我真的真的希望我不要死,我真的真的希望我不要死...."

   觉得这样翻译才算贴切(请原谅我为了追求原味而使用了"他妈B的"),其他的翻译,通病都在于把hell与a flash解释为"地狱"和"一道光芒". 而like a flash一定是"闪过,掠过"的意思.如果是"象道光芒"则一定得要写成like a flash of lighting.而maybe that's what Hell is基本上与正式意义上的地狱无关,与who the hell are you?同理,只为了表明情绪态度...

  谢幕的调侃,我只能把这些归结为英国式的黑色幽默,天晓得Bruges究竟与哪些英国人有什么过节,当然这种八成只有英国人才能会心一笑的幽默,非英人士真的不应该过份扯淡. 只求点到为止.

2------------- "In Bruges"的反美情结

   "In Bruges"刚接触我还习惯性的妄想其是好莱坞制造,但看着看着便自然不觉得了.因为身为一号男主角的Ray是个彻头彻尾的反美主义者.他尤其和美利坚过不去可以表现在:先是鄙视了三只来自美国的麦当劳大象,又在餐厅当众打了一个指责他女朋友吸烟的男士和一位向他挥舞致命酒瓶的女士.Ray戏称他们为"Yankee"(美国佬),却在后来发现他们其实是加拿大佬Orz.下一件壮举是借着海洛英的亢奋劲儿用假正经的空手道放倒了一个有严重种族主义倾向的美国侏儒.还要补充的是Ray还为身受美国人所害的越南人和英国披头士乐队主唱列侬抱不平.

3--------------Ray,Ken & Harry

   Ray其角色在影片中最逗最吸引人,一脸蛋忧郁无辜的小样,消极悲观,既犯贱又憨厚的态度,还拌有悲喜无常的歇斯底里,而其处境又让人深感怜悯,有点英国式幽默的韵味.
   Ken则是三人中比较正常的性情中人.喜欢把晚辈视为亲弟弟般照顾,把上司视为长辈般尊敬.至于他在星空下的钟楼里向着Harry郑重的重复了两次"I love u",大家千万不要误解成老男人搞断背.人家老外对于爱情,亲情,友情,兄弟之情,姐妹之情等等等等的感情通用表达式即为"I love u~".对某人的深厚感情,用"I love u"表达,既纯真而直接.(当然一般情况下没必要太深情,不然真的会认为是搞断背的~ )
   Harry我们都知道他不是恶棍,他只是个连孕妇都会迁就的原则崇拜型杀手,也是手下敬爱的模范好老大.虽然有偏爱用"Fucking"当形容词的癖好,有些臭脾气.不过他真的不什么恶棍.可是他出于原则性问题,义无返顾地追杀一号男主角,因而触动了商业片法则,受以反派角色之待遇.当Harry的光荣饮弹谢罪,他却偏偏没意识到这一切只不过是一场有点儿复杂的误会,可怜的Harry此时光荣指数大打折扣,倒霉地在结尾高潮处挂掉了...


4-------------理论上, Ray最后死了.
   
   理论上,Ray最终还是死了,只是我们没能亲眼证实.就如同Ken,是种因果循环.Ken曾毙掉了一个向他挥舞致命酒瓶的好人,其人则是为了保护兄弟而牺牲.Ken也同样为了保护情深意重的Ray而牺牲.所以Ray必然会遭遇子弹穿胸,就象他如此对待那位神父一样.一样得死掉...
   当然,这仅仅是理论上的事儿...
   

5-------------给他四颗~

    我喜欢黑色幽默,因此喜爱"In Bruges".黑色喜剧习惯以黑暗的故事为基调.营造出一种拌有忧伤的黑暗幽默.但毕竟再好也是跳不出商业片这道槛,所以四颗星理所应得.


    

             


  

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原作者三天时间出的台词，牛逼闪闪的人物。



2009-01-02 18:41:25

In Bruges

Ray:After I killed them, I dropped the gun in the Thames,washed the residue off me 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, youse dumb fucks.Get to Bruges."I didn't even know where Bruges fucking was.
It's in Belgium.

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 judgment on Bruges until we've seen the fucking place?
Ray:I know it's gonna be a shithole.

STREET
Ray:Shithole.

HOTEL
Ken:I think you have a couple of rooms booked under Cranham and Blakely?
Marie:Yes. No, we have one room booked.One twin room. 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 is fully booked.
Ken:Okay.

ROOM
Ken:It's very pretty.
Ray:I'm not being funny, we can't stay here.
Ken:We've got to stay here until he rings.
Ray:Well, 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... You know?
Ray:Fucking bring that up.

ON BOAT
Ray:Do you think this is good?
Ken:Do I think what's good?
Ray:You know, going round in a boat, looking at stuff.
Ken:Yes, I do.It's called "sightseeing."
Ken:Oh, look at that.It's a former hospital. From the 1100s.Bruges is the most well-preserved medieval townin the whole of Belgium, apparently.

SQUARE
Ken: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.

TOWER
Ken:Trying to get rid of me coins.3, 3.50, 4,4.10, 4.20, 4.30, 4.40, 4.50, 4.60,4.70,4.80,4.90.Will you take 4.90?
Clerk:Entry is 5 euro.
Ken:Come on, man, it's only 10 cents.
Clerk:Entry is 5 euro.
Ken:Happy in your work?
Clerk:Very happy.

ON THE TOWER
I like it here.

SQUARE
Americans:Been to the top of the tower?
Ray:Yeah. Yeah, it's rubbish.
Americans:It is? The guidebook says it's a "must-see".
Ray:Well, you lot ain't going up there.
Americans:Pardon me? Why?
Ray:I mean, it's all windy stairs. I'm not being funny.
Americans:What exactly are you trying to say?
Ray:What exactly am I trying to say?Youse are a bunch of fucking elephants!
Americans:Right, you...
Americans Woman:You know, you're just the rudest man. The rudest man!
Ken:What's all that about?
Ray:They're not going up there.
Ken:Hey, guys, I wouldn't go up there. It's really narrow.
Americans Woman:Screw you, motherfucker!
Ray:Americans, isn't it?

PUB
Ray:Now, this is more like it. Proper holidays.One gay beer for my gay friend,and one normal beer for me, because I am normal.This is the life.
Ken:We're not staying here getting pissed.We are quietly sightseeing, like he says,and awaiting his call to see what we do next.
Ray:This is my vote on 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 them,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 sightsee, like he says,and await his call to see what we do next.You don't even know we're here hiding out.
Ray:What are you talking about?
Ken:You don't even know we're not here on a job.
Ray:What, on a job?
Ken:Yeah.
Ray:Here in Bruges?
Ken:Yeah.
Ray:Here in Bruges, on a job?
Ken:Yeah.
Ray:Why? What did he actually say?
Ken:He didn't actually say anything.
Ray:Then 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."You can hide out in Croydon.
Ray:Hmm.Or Coventry.Hmm.It is a bit over-elaborate.Hmm.But we haven't got any guns.
Ken:Harry can get guns anywhere.

ROOM
Ray:He's not gonna ring tonight.He's not gonna ring tonight.Let's go out.
Ken:Go out where?
Ray:The pub.
Ken:No!
Ray:Let's go out and have a look at some of the...All the old medieval buildings and that.Because I bet they look even better at night, all lit up.Yes!

STREET
Ken:That there is called the Gruuthuse Museum.
Ray:They all have funny names, don't they?
Ken:Yes, Flemish.
Ray:In here it says, "The Belgians twice sheltered"fugitive English Kings from being murdered,1471 and 1651."
Ken: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!
Ken:Ray!
Director:So, on this scene, you're supposed to walklike a little, tiny mouse, yeah?Okay? Great.
Ken:Ray, come on, let's go.
Ray:My arse, "Let's go." They're filming midgets.Oh, my God! Look at that girl.She's gorgeous!
Ken:Ray, we're going right now.
Ray:Fuck off, are we!This is the best bit of Bruges so far.You and your buildings.
Ray:Hello.Do you speak English?
Chloe:No.
Ray:Yes, you do. Everybody does.What are you filming midgets for?
Chloe:It's a Dutch movie. It's a dream sequence.It's a pastiche of Nicholas Roeg's Don't Look Now.Not a pastiche, but a...A "homage" is too strong. A "nod of the head"?
Ray:Wow, your English is very good.
Ray:A lot of midgets tend to kill themselves.A disproportionate amount.Herve Villechaize, of Fantasy Island.I think somebody off The Time Bandits.I suppose they must get really sad about, like,being really little and that.People looking at them and laughing at them.Calling them names. You know, "shortarse."There's another famous midgetI'm missing, but I can't remember.It's not the R2-D2 man. No, he's still going.I hope your midget doesn't kill himself.Your dream sequence will be fucked.
Chloe:He doesn't like being called a midget.He prefers "dwarf."
Ray:Well, this is exactly my point!People go around calling you a midget when you want to be called a dwarf.Of course you're gonna blow your head off!My name's Ray. What's yours?
Chloe:Chloe.How did you get past the security man?
Ray:Getting past security men, it's sort of my job.
Chloe:You're a shoplifter?
Ray:No, not a shoplifter.It's a good joke, though.No.I'll tell you what I am at dinner tomorrow night.
Ray:Fuck.
Ray:How fucking cool.

HOTLE
Marie:Mr. Blakely?
Ken:Yes. No, Mr. Cranham. No. Yes. Mr. Blakely. Yes.
Marie:You have a message.
Ken:Shit!
(Harry):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 voicemailand not I have to leave messages with the fucking receptionist?Number three, you better fucking be in tomorrow nightwhen I fucking call againor there'll be fucking Hell to pay,I'm fucking telling you. Harry.
(Marie):I'm not the receptionist,I'm the co-owner with my husband Patrice. Marie.

ROOM
Ken:Would you turn the fucking light off!
Ray:Sorry, Ken.
Ken:Keep the fucking noise down!
Ray:Someone's in a mood.You'll never guess what.
Ken:Will you shut your fucking mouth, please, and go to sleep?
Ray:Oh, sorry.Except I've gotta take me contact lenses out.
Ray:Altogether,I had five pints of beer and six bottles.No. Six pints of beer and seven bottles.And you know what? I'm not even pissed!You'll never guess what, Ken.Ken, you'll never guess what.
Ken:What?
Ray:Got a date for tomorrow night.
Ken:I'm very happy for you.
Ray:With a girl.
Ken:Can you turn the light off, please?
Ray:Only been in Bruges one day,got a date with a girl in the film business,the Belgian film business.They're doing a film about a midget.

HOTEL
Ken:Miss?Marie?Sorry about the message last night.The man who left it is a bit of a...Well, he's a bit of a...
Marie:Cock?
Ken:Yes. He's a bit of a cock.
Marie:Morning.
Ken:Harry called last night.We missed him.
Ray:Jeez, he swears a lot, doesn't he?
Ken:We're staying in tonight. Whatever happens.
Ray:Hmm.Except...Hmm.
Ken:Hmm.Except "hmm" what?
Ray:Except only one of us needs to stay in,really.Uh-huh.
Ken:And which one of us would that be, now, 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:Just don't get into any fucking trouble.We're keeping a low profile.And this morning, and this afternoon,we are doing what I want to do.Got it?
Ray:Of course.Which, I presume, will involve culture.
Ken:Oh, we shall strike a balance between culture and fun.
Ray:Somehow I believe, Ken,that the balance shall tip in the favor of culture.Like a big, fat, fucking retarded, fucking black girl on a seesaw, opposite a dwarf.

CHURCH
Ken:Ray, did we or did we not agree that if I let you go on your date tonight,we'd do the things I wanted to do today?
Ray:We are doing the things that you wanted to do today.
Ken:And that we'd do them without you throwing a fucking moody,like some 5-year-old who's dropped all his sweets?
Ray:I didn't agree to that.I'll cheer up. I'll cheer up.
Ken:Up there, the top altar, is a phial brought back by a Flemish knight from the Crusades in the Holy Land.And that phial, do you know what it's said to contain?
Ray:No, what's it said to contain?
Ken:It's said to contain some drops of Jesus Christ's blood.Yeah, that's how this church got its name.Basilica of the Holy Blood.
Ray:Yeah.
Ken:Yeah.And this blood, right, though it's dried blood,at different times over many years,they say it turned back into liquid.Turned back into liquid from dried blood.At various times of great stress.
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?
Ken:Do you have to? Of course you don't have to.It's Jesus' fucking blood, isn't it?Of course you don't fucking have to!Of course you don't fucking have to!

SQUARE
Ray:You little fucking cunt.

CHURCH
Ray:Murder, Father.
Churchman:Why did you murder someone, Raymond?
Ray:For money, Father.
Churchman:For money?You murdered someone for money?
Ray:Yes, Father.Not out of anger, not out of nothing. For money.
Churchman:Who did you murder for money, Raymond?
Ray:You, Father.
Churchman:I'm sorry?
Ray:I said you, Father.What, are you deaf?Harry Waters says hello.
Churchman:The little boy.

ON THE PAPER..
1.Being moody.
2.Being bad at maths.
3.Being Sad.

MUSEUM
Ray:I quite like this one.All the rest were rubbish by spastics,but this one's quite good.What's that all about, then?
Ken:It's Judgment Day, you know?
Ray:Oh, yeah.What's that then?
Ken:Well, it's, you know, the final day on Earth.When mankind will be judged for all the crimes.they've committed and that.
Ray: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?
Ken:Purgatory's kind of like the in-betweeny one.
Ray:You weren't really shit, but you weren't all that great, either.Like Tottenham.Do you believe in all that stuff, Ken?
Ken:About Tottenham?
Ray:The Last Judgment and the afterlife.Guilt and sins and Hell and all that?
Ken:Um...Well...

SQUARE
Ken:I don't know, Ray. I don't know what I believe.The things you're taught as a child,they never really leave you, do they?So, like, I believe in trying to lead a good life.Like, if there's an old lady, carrying her shopping home,I don't try and help her carry her shopping, I don't go that far,but I'll certainly hold the door open for her and that,and let her go out before me.
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:At the same time as trying to lead a good life,I have to reconcile myself with the fact that, yes, I have killed people.Not many people. Most of them were not very nice people.Apart from one person.
Ray:Who's that?
Ken:This fellow, Danny Aliband's brother.He was just trying to protect his brother. Like you or I would.He was just a lollipop man.He came at me with a bottle. What are you gonna do?I shot him down.
Ray:Hmm.In my book, though, sorry, someone comes at you with a bottle,that is a deadly weapon, he's gotta take the consequences.
Ken:I know that in my heart.I also know that he was just trying to protect his brother, you know?
Ray:I know. But a bottle, that can kill you.It's a case of it's you or him.If he'd come at you with his bare hands, that'd be different.That wouldn't have been fair.
Ken:Well, technically, your bare hands can kill somebody, too.They can be deadly weapons, too.I mean, 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 50.
Ray:What's a 50-year-old lollipop man doing knowing fucking karate? What was he, a Chinese lollipop man? 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 fucking 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 anymore.And he'll never be here again.I mean here in the world, not here in Belgium.Well, he'll never be here in Belgium, either, will he?I mean, he might have wanted to come here when he got older.I don't know why.And that's all because of me.He's dead because of me.And I'm trying to...I'm trying to get me head around it, but I can't.I will always have killed that little boy.That ain't ever going away. Ever.Unless...Maybe I go away.
Ken:Don't even think like that.

ROOM
Ken:You look good.
Ray:What's it matter anyway?

PUB
Chloe:So, what do you do, Raymond?
Ray:I shoot people for money.
Chloe:What kinds of people?
Ray:Priests. Children. You 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.So 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.Do I look like I shoot people?
Chloe:No.Just children.
Ray:Mmm-hmm.I saw your midget today.Little prick didn't even say hello.
Chloe:Well, he's on a lot of ketamine.
Ray:What's that?
Chloe:Horse tranquilizer.
Ray:A horse tranquilizer?Where'd he get that?
Chloe:I sold it to him.
Ray:You can't sell horse tranquilizers to a midget!
Chloe:This movie, I think it's gonna 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 hometown, Ray.
Ray:Well, it's still a shithole.
Chloe:It's not a shithole.
Ray:What? Even midgets have to take drugs to stick it.
Chloe:Okay.So, you've insulted my hometown.You're doing very 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...Hey, hang on. Is Belgium where there were all those child abuse murders lately?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.What?
Chloe:One of the girls they murdered was a friend of mine.
Ray:I'm sorry, Chloe.
Chloe:One of the girls they murdered wasn't a friend of mine.I just wanted to make you feel bad.And it worked. Quite well.
Canadians:Fucking unbelievable.
Ray:What's fucking unbelievable?
Canadians:Are you talking to me?
(He pauses, even though he should just hit the cunt.And he repeats.)
Ray:Yes, I am talking to you. What's fucking unbelievable?
Canadians:Well, I'll tell you what's fucking unbelievable, shall I?Blowing cigarette smoke straight into myself and my girlfriend's face.
That's fucking unbelievable!
Ray:This is the smoking section.
Canadians:I don't care if it's the smoking section.All right? She directed it right in my face, man.I don't wanna die just because of your fucking arrogance.
Ray:Uh-huh. Isn't that what the Vietnamese used to say?
Canadians:Vietnamese? What are you talking about, the Vietnamese?That statement makes no fucking sense at all.
Ray:Yes it does. The Vietnamese!
Canadians:Well, 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:That's for John Lennon, you Yankee fucking cunt!
Ray:A bottle? No, don't bother.
Ray:We're leaving.

OUT OF PUB
Ray:I don't hit women! I would never hit a woman, Chloe!I'd hit a woman who was trying to hit me with a bottle!That's different. That's self-defense, 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.
Chloe:I have to make a call.
Ray:Oh, no.You've gone off me, now, haven't you?Just because I hit that fucking cow.

ROOM
Ken:Hello?
Harry:Where the fuck were you yesterday?
Ken:We just popped out for some dinner, Harry.We only popped out for half an hour.
Harry:Yeah? What'd you have?
Ken:For dinner?
Harry:Yeah.
Ken:Pizza, at Pizza Hut.
Harry:Was it nice?
Ken:Yeah, it was all right. I don't know. It was Pizza Hut.The same as in England.
Harry:Well, that's globalization, isn't it? Is Ray there with you?
Ken: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 poo?
Ken:I don't know, Harry, the door's closed.
Harry:Send him out on an errand for half an hour,but don't make it sound suspicious.
Ken:Ray? Why don't you go out down to the pub for half an hour?Yeah, yeah, I know I said you couldn't,but might as well enjoy ourselves, eh?No, I don't know if they've got bowling anywhere.Could have a look.Yeah, see you.Yeah. He's gone.
Harry:What'd you say to him?
Ken:I said, "Why don't you go have a drink,you say you've been cooped up?"
Harry:What did he say?
Ken:Said, yeah, he would.And he might go have a look to see if there's a bowling alley around.
Harry:Was he just having a wee?
Ken:Yeah, I think so. I assume so.
Harry:Sure he didn't mind?
Ken:No, he was glad to get out.
Harry:He's definitely gone?
Ken:Yeah, yeah, he slammed the door.
Harry:That don't mean he's gone. Go check outside the door.
Ken:Harry, he's definitely gone.
Harry:You realize there are no bowling alleys in Bruges?
Ken:I realize 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:So, is he having a nice time, seeing all the canals and that?I had a lovely time when I was there.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:Have you been down, like, all the old cobbled streets and that?
Ken:Yeah.
Harry:It's like a fairytale, isn't it, that place? Ken:Yeah.
Harry:With the churches and that. They're 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:What?
Ken:You 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:Nothing, Harry.
Harry:It's a fairytale fucking town, isn't it?How can a fairytale town not be somebody's fucking thing?How can all those canals and bridges and cobbled streets and those churches,all that beautiful fucking fairytale stuff,how can that not be somebody's fucking thing, eh?
Ken:What I think I meant to say was...
Harry:Is the swan still there?
Ken:Yeah, the swan's...
Harry:How can fucking swans not fucking be somebody's fucking thing, eh?How can that be?
Ken:What I think I meant to say was,when he first arrived, he wasn't quite sure about it.You know, there's that big,dual carriageway when you get off the train?It mightn't have been here when you were here last, Harry.Well, as soon as he got into, like, the old town proper,and he saw the canals and the bridges and,you know, the swans and that,well, he just fucking loved it then.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:Don't know if I remember a dual carriageway.Must be recent.Hasn't spoilt it, has it?
Ken:No, no, no, it's just that initial thing.And you know what?As we were walking through the streets,there was this sort of freezing fog hanging over everything,and it made it look almost like a fairytale or something.And he turned to me, do you know what he said?
Harry:What'd 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:Oh, good. I'm glad he likes it there.I'm glad we were able to give him something.
Something good and happy. Because he wasn't a bad kid, was he?
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?
Ken:Yes, Raamstraat 17.
Harry:Good. There'll be a man there tomorrow morning at 9:00.His name's Yuri.
Ken:Yuri.
Harry:He'll give you the gun.Ring me on the public phone at Jimmy Driscoll's about 3:00 or 4:00 tomorrow, after it's done.
Ken:After what's done?
Harry:Are you being thick?
Ken:No.
Harry:Listen, I like Ray.He was a good bloke, but when it all comes down to it.You know, he blew the head off a little fucking kid.And you brought him in, Ken.So if the buck don't stop with him, where does it stop?Ken?If the buck don't stop with him, where does it stop?
Ken:It stops with me, Harry. That's an easy one.
Harry:Look, don't get shirty, Ken.Listen, I'm just glad that I was able to do something for the boy before he went.
Ken:Do what for the boy?
Harry:You know, have him get to see Bruges.I'd like to go to see Bruges again before I die.What was it he said again about... Yeah, "It's like a dream."
Ken:"I know I'm awake, but I feel like I'm in a dream."
Harry:Yeah.Give me a call when he's dead.


Eirik:That's my fucking girlfriend, you asshole.
Chloe:Eirik, what are you doing?
Eirik:Where are you from, fucker?
Ray:Ireland, originally.
Eirik: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, all right?And I haven't fucked her, anyway. Ask her.I'd only put me hand on it.
Chloe:Eirik, put the gun down!
Eirik:Get down on your knees and open your mouth.
Ray:Don't start being silly.
Eirik:Get down on your...
Ray:Exactly at what point was it that all skinheads suddenly became poofs?Used to be, you were a skinhead,you just went around beating up Pakistani 12-year-olds.Now it seems a prerequisite to be a fucking bum-boy!
Ray:That's not gonna help you, man.
Chloe:Ray, there's only blanks in that gun.Eirik, don't!
Eirik:Now who's the fucking bum-boy?
Ray:You, you fucking bum-boy!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?
Eirik:No. I mean, he used to be.
Ray:Well, what's he doing here?
Chloe:We... We rob tourists, sometimes.
Ray:I fucking knew it was too good to be true!I knew you'd have never shagged me, normally.
Chloe:No! That's not true, I...I called it off tonight. I told him not to come tonight.Why did you come tonight?
Eirik:Chloe, I can't see, I swear it!
Ray:Stop whingeing like a big gay baby.I haven't had a shag in months!
Eirik:I can't see out of this eye, Chloe! I have to go to the hospital!
Chloe:I'll drive you.
Ray:Great! Now the whole night's ruined!
Chloe:No!You can stay if you want.I just don't know how long I'll be.
Ray:I just knew someone like you would never like someone like me.I just knew.
Chloe:What do you mean, someone like me?
Ray:You know, someone nice.
Chloe:Call me. Please.
Eirik:Chloe!
Ray:Cha-ching!

PUB
Ken:Have you got some sort of problem?
Bartender:No, no problem.Four beers in 20 minutes. No problem.
Ken:Fuck off.
Midget:Beer and a red wine.
Prostitute:I'll be back.
Ken:How's the movie going?
Midget:It's a jumped-up Eurotrash piece of rip-off fucking bullshit.
Ken:Like, in a bad way?Your girlfriend's very pretty.
Midget:She ain't my girlfriend.She's a prostitute I just picked up.
Ken:Didn't know there were any prostitutes in Bruges.
Midget:You just have to look in the right places.Brothels are good.
Ken:Well, you've picked up a very pretty prostitute.
Midget:Thank you.
Ken:You from the States?
Midget:Yeah.But don't hold it against me.
Ken:I'll try not to.Just try not to say anything too loud or crass.
Ray:Hey-ho. Drowning your sorrows, huh?
Ken:What sorrows?
Ray:You know, being a sad, old, ugly little man.One gay beer, please.
Ken:How'd your date go?
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 that always the way?One instance of me stealing five grams of her very-high-quality cocaine,and one instance of me blinding a poofy little skinhead.So, all in all, my evening pretty much balanced out fine.
Ken:You got five grams of coke?
Ray:I've got four grams on me and one gram in me,which is why me heart is going like the clappers,as if I'm about to have a heart attack.So if I collapse any minute now, please remember to tell the doctors that it might have something to do with the coke.
Ken:Give us a gram, then.
Ray:I thought you were laying off, because it makes you depressed?
Ken:You know what? Right now, I don't really give a fuck.
Ray:Why didn't you wave hello to me today when I waved hello to you today?
Midget:I was on a very strong horse tranquilizer today.I wasn't waving hello to anybody, except maybe to a horse.
Ray:Huh? What are you talking about?
Midget:Just horseshit.
Ray:You from America?
Midget:Yeah. But don't hold it against me.
Ray:Well, that's for me to decide, isn't it?Are you from America, too?
Prostitute:No, I'm from Amsterdam.
Ray:Amsterdam.Amsterdam is just a load of bloody prostitutes, isn't it?
Prostitute: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.Would you like some cocaine?I've also got some acid and some ecstasy.

FIVE-STAR HOTEL
Ray:Herve Villechaize, I know, did.The dwarf off, I think, The Time Bandits, did.Lots of midgets...Dwarves, top themselves.Hmm. Shitloads.Would you ever think about it?
Midget:Huh?
Ray:Would you ever think about killing yourself because you're a midget?
Midget:Fuck, man! What kind of question is that?
Ray:We're just chatting, aren't we?See, Ken.this is the kind of hotel Harry should have put us in.A five-star, with prostitutes in.You know, sometimes, I think Harry doesn't even give a shit about us at all.Has he still not called?
Ken:No. Still hasn't called.
Ray:No news is good news, eh?
Ray:Who's she?
Midget:There's gonna be a war, man.I can see it.There's gonna be a war between the blacks
and between the whites.You ain't even gonna need a uniform no more.This ain't gonna be a war where you pick your side.Your side's already picked for you.
Ray:And I know whose side I'm fighting on.I'm fighting with the blacks.The whites are gonna get their heads kicked in!
Midget:You don't decide this shit, man.
Ray:Well, who are the half-castes gonna fight with?
Midget:The blacks, man. That's obvious.
Ray:But what about the Pakistanis?
Midget:The blacks.
Ray:What about...Think of a hard one.What about the Vietnamese?
Midget:The blacks!
Ray:Well, I'm definitely fighting with the blacks if they've got the Vietnamese.So, hang on.Would all of the white midgets in the world be fighting against all the black midgets in the world?
Midget:Yeah.
Ray:That would make a good film!
Midget:You don't know how much shit I've had to take off of 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 was murdered by a white man. So...Where the fuck am I supposed to stand in all this blood and carnage?
Midget:Did they get the guy who did it?
Ken:A friend of mine got him.
Ray:Harry Waters got him.
Ken:So tell me, Jim,whose side do I fight on in this wonderful war?
Midget:I think you need to weigh up all your options and let your conscience decide, Ken.
Ken:Two manky hookers and a racist dwarf.I think I'm heading home.
Ray:Yeah. I think I'll come with you.
Midget:What's...
Ray:Back off, shorty!
Midget:You don't know karate.
Ken:Don't say you didn't have it coming.
Ray:Don't say you didn't have it coming.Shortarse!

YURI'S HOME
Ken:Meeting Yuri.
Yuri:Yes, I'm Yuri.
Yuri:Mr. Waters said that might be necessary.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. It's kind of like "nooks and crannies."
Yuri:"Nooks and crannies," yes. Perhaps this would be more accurate."Nooks and crannies," rather than "alcoves." Yeah.
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.It's what I do.

HOTLE
Marie:Your friend was behaving rather oddly this morning.
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's healthy, of course.But then he gave me 200 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,but it seemed like all the money he had.
Ken:Do you know where he is now?
Marie:He said he was going to the park.

PARK
Ken:Sorry, Ray.
Ken:I'm sorry.
Ken:Ray, don't!
Ray:Fucking hell! Where the fuck did you come from?
Ken:I was behind the thing.What the fuck are you doing, Ray?
Ray:What the fuck are you doing?
Ken:Nothing.
Ray:Oh, my God!You were gonna kill me. Ken:No, I wasn't.You were gonna kill yourself! Ray:What?I'm allowed to.
Ken:No, you're not!
Ray:What?I'm not allowed to and you are? How's that fair?
Ken:Can we go somewhere and talk about this, please?

Ken:I wasn't gonna go through with it, Ray.
Ray: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.Silencer, too.Nice.Mine's a bloody girl's gun.
Ken:I'm keeping it.
Ray:Pardon me?Give me me gun back. Ken:You're not getting it back.You're a suicide case.
Ray:And you were trying to shoot me in the fucking head.
Ken:You're not getting that gun back.
Ray:A great day this has turned out to be.I'm suicidal, me mate tries to kill me,me gun gets nicked and we're still in fucking Bruges.
Ken:Listen, I'm gonna give you some money and put you on a train somewhere.
Ray:Back to England?
Ken:You can't go back to England, Ray. You'd be a dead man!
Ray:I want to be a dead man.Have you been missing something?
Ken:You don't want to be a dead man, Ray.
Ray:I killed a little boy!
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 gonna help anybody dead.You're not gonna 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.

ROOM
(Dear Ken,I went to the park so she wouldn't have to clean it up.Ray)
Ray: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?The Bahamas, maybe.Why fucking Bruges?
Ken:I suppose it's cheaper.

TRAIN STATION
Ray:The rest of the acid and the ecstasy.Can I have me gun back, please?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:Sure, I can hardly do English.That's 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 is not that long.
Ray:It's longer than that boy got.Me first fucking job.Great hitman I turned out to be.
Ken:Some people just aren't cut out for it, Ray.
Ray:Are you?
Ray:When are you going back to England?
Ken:I'll head back in a couple of hours or something.
Ray:Harry's not gonna be mad at you, is he? For letting me go?
Ken:I'll sort out Harry.
Ray:Just tell him I'll have probably killed meself in a fortnight, anyway.
Ken:You won't, will you, Ray?

Ken:Harry? It's Ken.Listen to this noise.Do you know what that is?Yeah, I know you know it's a train.Do you know what train?Well, it's a train that Ray 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.Because I've got to quite like Bruges, now.It's like a fucking fairytale or something.

HARRY'S HOME
Harry's wife:Harry.
Harry's wife:Harry!
Harry:What?
Harry's wife:It's an inanimate fucking object.
Harry:You're an inanimate fucking object!
Harry:Now, you lot be good for your mummy and lmamoto, okay?'Cause Daddy's got to go away for a few days.
Harry's wife:Where are you going?
Harry:I've got to go to Bruges.
Harry's wife:Bruges? Where's that?
Harry:It's in Belgium.
Harry's wife:Why would anybody have to go to Belgium?
Harry:'Cause I've got to sort something out.
Harry's wife:Is it something to do with the phone?
Harry:It's something to do with Ken.It's a matter of honor.
Harry's wife:Well, it ain't gonna be dangerous, is it?
Harry:Well, of course it's gonna be dangerous if it's a matter of fucking honor!
Harry's wife:You are bringing the fellas with you?Tell me you're bringing the fellas with you.Harry.
Harry:I'm sorry for calling you an inanimate object.I was upset.

ON THE TRAIN
Police:You're Irish?
Ray:Yes.
Police:What is your name?
Ray:Derek Perlurrl.
Police:You hit the Canadian.You hit the Canadian.
Ray:I "heet" the Canadian?I don't know what you're talking about.
Canadian:That's him! That's the motherfucker.
Police:You hit the Canadian, yeah?
Ray:Canadian? Shit.
Police:We're taking you back to Bruges. Ray:Brilliant.

YURI'S HOME
Harry:Aye aye.
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
20 black 10-year-olds in a fucking drive-by.
I want a normal gun for a normal person.
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?
Yuri:The alcoves.The alcoves in the Koningin Astrid Park.Oh, I also have some dumdums.You use this word, "dumdums"?The bullets that make the head explode?
Harry:Dumdums, yeah.
Yuri:Would you like some of these dumdums?
Harry:I know I shouldn't,but I will.
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 the 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 it was all your fault.
Eirik:What?
Harry:I mean, basically, if you're robbing a man and you're only carrying blanks,and you allow your gun to be taken off you,and you allow yourself to be shot in the eye with a blank,for which I assume the person has to get quite close to you, then,yeah, really, it's all your fault for being such a poof.So why don't you stop whingeing and cheer the fuck up?
Yuri:Eirik, I really wouldn't respond.
Eirik:I thought you wanted the guy dead?
Harry:I do want the guy dead. I want him fucking crucified.But it don't change the fact that he stitched you up like a blind, little gay boy. Does it?Thanks for the gun, Yuri.

SQUARE
Harry:Well?
Ken:The boy is suicidal, Harry.He's a walking dead man.Keeps going on about Hell and purgatory...
Harry:When I phoned you yesterday, did I ask you,
"Ken, will you do me a favor and become Ray's psychiatrist, please?"No. What I think I asked you was,"Could you go blow his fucking head off for me?""He's suicidal"?I'm suicidal. You're suicidal. Everybody's fucking 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... What?This gets fucking worse!
Ken:We were down in the park...
Harry:Let me get this right. You were down in 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 have solved my problem,
which would have solved your problem,which sounds like it would've solved the boy's problem.
Ken:It wouldn't have solved his problem.
Harry:Ken, if I had killed a little kid, accidentally or otherwise,I wouldn't have thought twice.I'd have killed myself on the fucking spot.On the fucking spot.I'd have stuck the gun in me mouth on the fucking spot!
Ken: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 the capacity to get fucking worse!
Harry:Yeah, now I'm getting down to it!
Ken:Harry, let's face it.And I'm not being funny, 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 gonna become an even bigger cunt.Maybe have some more cunt kids.
Harry:Leave my kids fucking out of it.What have they done?You fucking retract that bit about my cunt fucking kids!
Ken:I retract that bit about your cunt fucking kids.
Harry:Insulting my fucking kids! That's going overboard, mate!
Ken:I retracted it, didn't I?Still leaves you being a cunt.
Harry:Yeah, I fucking got that.
Harry:Where's Ray now?
Ken:Oh, right about now, Ray is in one or other of the one million towns in mainland Europe it's possible to be in, other than here.

POLICE OFFICE
Ray:I'll get all the money back to you soon as I get through to me friend.
Chloe:It's not a problem, Raymond.
Ray:And I'll get all your acid and your ecstasy back to you, too.
Chloe:English humor!

SQUARE
Harry:I'm assuming you've got your gun on you.
Ken:That Yuri bloke's a funny fella, isn't he?
Harry:He does yoga.
Ken:"The alcoves."
Harry:Was he going on to you about the alcoves?
Ken:"The alcoves in the Koningin Astrid Park." Harry, I know you gotta do what you gotta do.It's a bit crowded round here, you know?
Harry:Well, I'm not gonna have a shootout in the middle of a thousand fucking Belgians, am I?Not to mention the other nationalities,just on their holidays. Ken:Hmm.To see the swans and the Gothic and all the fairytale stuff, eh?
Harry:Are you trying to fucking wind me up?
Ken:No, Harry.
Harry:On top of calling me a cunt and calling me kids cunts.I might just have to fucking shoot you right here.Christ!
Ken:Let's go up the bell tower.Be quiet up there this time of evening.Let's go up there.

Ray:Yeah. Canadians.I feel a bit bad.They didn't kill John Lennon, did they?Anyway, supposed to turn up to court here in two days.
Chloe:Are you going to turn up?
Ray:Don't know.What have I got to stay for really?
Chloe:The most beautiful woman you've ever seen in all of your stupid life.

Clerk:The tower is closed this evening.
Ken:No way. It's supposed to be open till 7:00.
Clerk:The tower is usually open until 7:00.Yesterday an American had a heart attack up the tower.Today the tower is closed.
Harry:Here, cranky, here's 100 for you.We're only gonna be 20 minutes.
Clerk:The tower is closed this evening.Understand, Englishman?

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.
Midget:You know, Ray,I'd find it easier to believe and forgive you, somehow,if the two of you weren't laughing straight in my fucking face!It's for the goddamn movie, man.

Ken:It is a nice town, Harry.I'm glad I got to see it.I didn't mean to be taking the piss out of it being a fairytale place.It is a fairytale place.It really is.
Harry:Hmm.It's just a shame it's in Belgium, really.But then you figure if it wasn't in Belgium,if it was somewhere good,there'd be too many people coming to see it.It would spoil the whole thing.
Ken:Well, I'm glad I got to see it before I died.
Harry:What are you doing?What are you fucking doing?
Ken:I'm not fighting anymore, Harry.
Harry:All right, then I'm blowing your fucking head off.Don't come over all Gandhi. What are you fucking doing?Ken, stop messing about, please.Pick up your gun. I know I'm going to beat you anyway'cause you're a spaz, but...
Ken:Harry,I'm totally in your debt.The things that have gone between us in the past,I love you unreservedly for all that.
Harry:What?
Ken:For your integrity.For your honor.I love you.The boy had to be let go.The boy had to be given a chance.And if to do that, I had to say,"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: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'm not fighting.
Ken:Oh, you fucking cunt!
Harry:Look, I'm not gonna do nothing to you just 'cause you're standing about like Robert fucking Powell.
Ken:Like who?
Harry:Like Robert fucking Powell out of Jesus of fucking Nazareth!
Ken:My fucking leg!

Midget:The psycho dwarf turns out to just be a loveable little schoolboy,and it's all some kind of Boschian nightmare.Kiss my ass!
Ray:I guess at least there weren't any black people involved, eh, Jimmy?
Midget:I wasn't...I wasn't talking about...
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.
Midget:That's just cocaine.
Ray:He didn't even want the Vietnamese on his side!
Midget:That's just cocaine.Listen, we're filming down by the pointy building tonight.It might actually be good for once.You guys should come along.
Chloe:We...I think we're just gonna have a quiet one tonight, Jimmy.
Midget:That's how it is!In another life.
Ray:They're great, aren't they?

You didn't. You didn't!

Eirik:Mr. Waters? Mr. Waters?
Harry:Who's that?
Eirik:It's Eirik.
Harry:The blind boy?
Eirik:Yeah.Yes.
Harry:What do you fucking want?
Eirik:The guy you're looking for,the guy Ray, he's downstairs at the bar.

Harry:I'm sorry, Ken.
Harry:But you can't kill a kid and expect to get away with it.
Harry:You just can't.

Harry:Where?
Eirik:To the left when you come out.The bar to the left.

Ray:Ken!
Ray:Ken! Ken!
Ken:Harry's here.
Ray:What?
Ken:Take my gun.
Ray:Ken?Where's my gun?Where's my gun?
Ken:I'm gonna die now, I think.
Ray:Oh, Ken!Jesus!

HOTEL
Ray:Put that gun away, right now!
Marie:Mr. Blakely said you had left.
Ray:I need the key to the room right now.Quickly, now!And you gotta go home right now.It's very, very dangerous here.All right? Go home! Right now!
Marie:Okay.

Marie:No, I won't let you up there!
Harry:Lady, get out of my fucking way, please.
Marie:No, I won't. I won't get out of your way.You'll have to go through me.
Harry:Well, obviously, I'm not gonna through you, am I,with a baby and that? I'm a nice person.But could you just get out of the fucking way, please?
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 till she's left the hotel.I totally swear.
Marie:Well, I'm not going anywhere.This is my hotel.So you can fuck off!
Harry:I suppose you've got a gun up there? Ray:Yeah.
Harry:Then 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 shootout.
Ray:Harry, I've got an idea.
Harry:What?
Ray:My room faces onto the canal, right?I'm gonna go back to me room, jump into the canal,see if I can swim to the other side and escape.
Harry:Right.
Ray:If you go outside and round the corner,you can shoot at me from there and try and get me.That way, we leave this lady and her baby out of the whole, entire thing.
Harry:Do you completely promise to jump into the canal?I don't want to run out there, come back in 10 minutes and find you fucking hiding in a cupboard.
Ray:I completely promise, Harry.I'm not gonna risk having another little kid die, am I?
Harry:So, hang on, I go outside,then I go which way, right or left?
Ray:You go right, don't you?You can see it from the doorway! It's a big fucking canal!
Harry:All right. Jesus! I've only just got here, haven't I?Okay. On a count of "one, two, three, go," okay?
Ray:Okay.
Ray:What? Who says it?
Harry:Oh, you say it.
Marie:You guys are crazy.
Ray:Are you ready?
Harry:Ready.
Ray:Set?
Harry:Set.
Ray:One, two, three, go!

ON THE CANAL
Ray:Keep driving!
Ray:No way. You're way too far away.

Ray:The little boy.
Harry:That's right, Ray.The little boy.

Harry:Oh.
Harry:I see.
Ray:No, Harry.
Ray:He's not...
Harry:You've got to stick to your principles.

There's a Christmas tree somewhere in London with a bunch of presents underneath it that'll never be opened.And I thought, "If I survive all this,"I'll go to that house, apologize to the mother there,"and accept whatever punishment she chose for me."Prison, death, it didn't matter.Because at least in prison and at least in death, you know,I wouldn't be in fucking Bruges.But then, like a flash, it came to me, and I realized,"Fuck, man, maybe that's what Hell is."The entire rest of eternity spent in fucking Bruges!"And I really, really hoped I wouldn't die.I really, really hoped I wouldn't die.


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前不久，我在布鲁日看了《在布鲁日》。

布鲁日是一个美丽的比利时小城，也是保存完好的一个古城。它应该是比利时风格的典范，而不是已经国际化的布鲁塞尔。布鲁日号称小威尼斯，却没有威尼斯那样商业化，片中出现的许多场景我都刚刚去过，因此颇有共鸣：诸如运河边的风景和游船，广场上的彩色房子和高高的钟楼，装有耶稣的血的圣血教堂…… 这里有几张片中的截图和我在布鲁日的实拍对比，些许照片角度不太一样，但可以认出是一个地方。

【图见 http://www.saoyuying.com/2011/11/in-bruges/】

影片从一段凄美的钢琴旋律中揭幕，随后这段旋律也贯穿了整部电影，或用管乐重复，或用男中音吟唱，忧郁冰冷，凄美婉转，衬托出了本片的两大特色：布鲁日的美丽风景和英国人的冷感。

是的，这是一部在比利时布鲁日拍摄的英国片。英国人的特点就是冷感和黑色幽默，从电影一开始的几个风光镜头就可以看出他们独特的视角，请看这位安详的狗君：

本片的主角Ray的演员是科林·法瑞尔，一个长相颇似布拉德·皮特的爱尔兰演员，尤其是发扬光大了布皮傻和囧的一面。在本片中他时常翘着八字眉，一副傻样，浓重的爱尔兰口音，这样的形象却是一个年轻的杀手，可谓绝对的土鳖级活宝。男二号Ken的饰演者布莱丹·格里森也算是老牌英国演员了，他是年长的杀手，在杀人如麻之余又颇有人文情怀。

这样一老一少两个杀手在风光旖旎布鲁日观光自然有不少喜感。一个赞叹这座宁静美丽的城市和其丰富的历史底蕴，另一个则坚决的认为这里是shithole。

而男三号Harry（拉尔夫·费因斯）则更是阴阳怪气的代表。满口用来做动词名词形容词副词的fxxk组成的絮絮叨叨不紧不慢的超级长句是他的典型表达方式，他还死守着一些莫名其妙的规则，其中最明显的就是杀人随便杀，但是杀了小孩就必须偿命。

除了3位男主角，本片自然也少不了女性，和Ray演对手戏的女一号相比，我更喜欢那个文雅美貌的旅馆女老板，绝对让人舒服的美女，又绝无美式的俗气。在关键时刻，她还表现出了她的正直和坚强，让她更加美丽。

冷感的英国人自然少不了刻薄的冷幽默。在片里英国人先后歧视了肥胖的美国人，并把仇恨记在了美国人枪杀了约翰·列侬的账上，揶揄了过度环保的加拿大人，有过虐童丑闻的比利时人，以及比利时人的英语口音（I heet/hit the Canadian?）。当然也不忘挖苦一下英国自己的某城市（托特纳姆？和导演有仇大概），反复无厘头的提及好斗的越南人，在互相追杀的时候还要商量保证自己一定会跳进运河，最后不忘赞美一句“布鲁日真漂亮，要是不在比利时就好了”。

片中还有不少对话很能反映这种冷感：

“You’re from America?”
“Yes. But don’t hold it against me.”
“I’ll try.”
Ken和一个侏儒的对话。侏儒的自卑不在于自己是侏儒，而是自己的美国人身份。

Harry（拉尔夫·费因斯）恼羞成怒的摔烂电话，妻子进来说“It’s an inanimate fucking object.”
狂怒的Harry骂道“You are an inanimate fucking object!”
事后道歉，还要强调一遍“I’m sorry for calling you an inanimate fucking object”
这种把拗口的脏话反复念叨的方式还在其他地方可见，Ken和Harry唇枪舌剑，骂到了对方的孩子：

Ken:Harry, let’s face it.And I’m not being funny, 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 gonna become an even bigger cunt.Maybe have some more cunt kids.
Harry:Leave my kids fucking out of it.What have they done?You fucking retract that bit about my cunt fucking kids!
Ken:I retract that bit about your cunt fucking kids.
Harry:Insulting my fucking kids! That’s going overboard, mate!
Ken:I retracted it, didn’t I?Still leaves you being a cunt.
Harry:Yeah, I fucking got that.
黑体这句便是典型。其他还有神经兮兮的比利时人纠结于“Alcove”这个词等等情节。

但这种幽默不是充斥着影片的各个角落，而是本片悲伤基调的点缀。其实这部电影还有个中文名叫《杀手没有假期》。随着情节的推进，这种悲情的忧郁气氛愈发浓厚，几个身为杀手的人心中的人性本质和他们的身份与经历不断的冲突。Ray的痛苦是自己第一次工作的过失，无论如何也无法补救，深深的自责和不安其实才是这傻里傻气的神经兮兮的根源。Ken做了半辈子杀手，似乎早已麻木，但偶尔唤起的对美好事物的赞叹还是令他不时触动，而老板的最新指令更是让他陷入了深深的矛盾之中。Harry看似冷酷无情，其实也是个悲情人物，他被自己的规矩所束缚所奴役，他习惯了压抑自己的真实感情，也习惯压抑别人的。他最后一次快乐的假期是在7岁，在布鲁日。影片也没有详尽的理性的讨论这些，只是让观众感受到了他们内心的悲苦，融入在这冰冷美丽的布鲁日的圣诞节中。

本片用了一种很有特征的背景虚化的手法来处理画面，既浪漫化了这个城市和这个故事，又突出了人物内心的冲突：

这种美感是贯穿每个细节的，而杀手的悲剧命运也是无处逃遁的，影片在Ray仰视着布鲁日圣诞节夜空中飘落的小雪中落幕。女主角在影片中提到过“还没有过一部关于布鲁日好电影”，现在有了，就是这部《在布鲁日》，或者叫《杀手没有假期》。

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其实最开始我一直觉得这是一部喜剧片，后来我却越来越觉得这怎么可能是一部喜剧片？不过每看3分钟我都还是会很确定说这就是一部喜剧片，但是事实上它压根就不是一部喜剧片。

布鲁日是个好地方，历史悠久文化丰富，是很棒的中古城镇，一般来说看到这种环境都会联想到古装魔幻爱情之类的东西，杀手和布鲁日的感觉好像联系不到一起。

所以，其实来到这里的这几个家伙根本就不是杀手。

心怀愧疚的脆弱的喜欢自由自在的囧脸Ray一向倒霉，生气的时候照样大打出手；一本正经重情重义的Ken其实应该去找个博物馆职位，心地善良临死还不忘让广场上的行人当心；Harry言出必行虽然满口爆粪却对自己的原则恪守到傻逼的境界，追杀的时候还掏出地图让大家汗一把。
但是孤独的远去，真枪实弹的追逐和血肉模糊的死亡却俨然一个悲伤的故事。

这个几个家伙其实都不应该是杀手，但是他们是一群爷们儿，他们的世界是爷们儿的世界，只不过更加悲伤、温柔和脆弱一些，混合了枪火与泪水。第二个逗号后面的东西是McDonagh自己说的。

囧脸、硬币、达姆弹。

可是这帮家伙酷毙了。

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当然最酷的是达姆弹，虽然有点穿帮。
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这样爷们儿的悲情可能让你些许苦闷，那么你还是放下来把它当作喜剧来看吧，至少这个走路遍地踩巧合的剧本还是很喜剧的，你可能会说：我靠！他就那么刚好死在那儿了！

英式幽默的笑点在于你得是个有文化的人，否则你自己才是笑点。英式的恶搞和美式的行为恶搞本质上不同，基本英国电影的开涮文化是文化开涮，譬如加拿大人美国人比利时人的桥段，譬如黑人和白人要开开战了或许是黑矮人和白矮人要开战了的桥段，不过像“中国护送员”那句台词实在是不知道该让人自豪还是让人石化……

本来我想把标题写成《囧脸和他的朋友们》，因为我们就可以看到的每一个有镜头的角色都是有性格的，不会像某些电影里用一个5秒的特写在一个龙套身上直到龙套说完“Ohshit！”之后被怪兽喀嚓干掉，那种只有一个镜头戏份却拥有长达5秒特写的龙套实在让人智商疲软，相比之下一个来自阿姆斯特丹的妓女都有亮点台词。

你看，我甚至还能记得起那个妓女是来自阿姆斯特丹！

我並不想隱瞞一開始我對這個片子是充滿叻不屑。
覺得好無聊。
比利時噠一個小城鎮和殺手能扯上甚麼關係。
也許是被美式警匪片薰陶噠看甚麼清淡噠片子都覺得沒味道。
但到最後一幕伏地魔兩槍三命噠結束自己噠生命時我才明白。
這才是英國人想要表達噠。
像個紳士一樣活著。
像個紳士一樣死去。
可能就是因為這樣。
本片中Harry噠才會因為面子特意離開倫敦來到童話一般噠Bruges。
這個電影把英國男人噠傲慢、偏見、固執、正直全都表現出來。
歐洲噠味道就是無論多美好多幸福都會帶有一絲中世紀噠黑暗和血腥。