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1 EXT. BRUGES STREETS - NIGHT 1
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Various shots of the empty, cobble-stoned, other worldly
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streets of Bruges, Belgium. It's winter, and a freezing fog
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covers everything; the Gothic churches, the narrow canals,
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their odd little bridges. We could be in any period of the
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last five hundred years. We happen to be in the present
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day.
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RAY speaks over all this.
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RAY (V.O.)
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After I killed them I dropped the
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gun in the Thames, washed the
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residue off my hands in the
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bathroom of a Burger king, and
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walked home to await instructions.
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Shortly thereafter the instructions
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came through - "Get the fuck out of
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London, you dumb fucking cunts. Get
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to Bruges". I didn't even know
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where Bruges fucking was.
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FADE TO BLACK.
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RAY (V.O.)
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It's in Belgium.
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OPENING CREDITS.
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2 EXT. BLACK SCREEN - DAY 2
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SOUND ONLY of two men walking, a train in the background.
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RAY
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Bruges is a shithole.
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KEN
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Bruges is not a shithole.
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RAY
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Bruges is a shithole.
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KEN
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Ray, we've only just got off the
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fucking train. Could we reserve
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judgement on Bruges until we've
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seen the fucking place?
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RAY
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2.
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I know it's gonna be a shithole.
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3 EXT. BRUGES STREETS - DAY 3
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KEN and RAY walking through the pretty Christmas-tide
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streets from Minnewater Park to the Burg; past quaint
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chocolate shops, past horse and carts, past canal boats,
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past tourists taking photos of all these.
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KEN, pop-up map in hand, is enjoying the novelty of the
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place, which irritates the sulky RAY no end. By the end of
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the walk we have passed most of Bruges picturesque places,
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none of which could be described as a shithole.
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RAY
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Shithole.
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4 EXT. HOTEL CANALSIDE - DAY 4
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They arrive at their pretty canalside hotel, KEN looking it
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over.
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KEN
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Looks quite nice.
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RAY just looks at him.
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5 INT. HOTEL LOBBY - DAY 5
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A small (five room) family-run place; a breakfast room off
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the lobby, a narrow set of carpeted stairs to the first
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(and only) floor, and a small front desk that nobody's at.
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KEN rings the bell.
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RAY
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Great service.
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KEN
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(quietly)
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Cheer... fucking... up, or I will
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smack you... in your fat...
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fucking... head.
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RAY
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Yeah? You and whose army? Your
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mum's?
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KEN
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Are you twelve years fucking old?
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3.
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MARIE, the pretty, heavily pregnant receptionist/owner of
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about thirty, appears behind the desk, obviously having
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heard.
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KEN
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Oh, hello...
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RAY
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No, I'm not twelve years fucking
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old.
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RAY sits, in a mood.
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KEN
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I think we have a couple of rooms
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booked with you, under Cranham and
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Blakely.
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MARIE
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Yes. No, we have one room booked.
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One twin room.
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KEN
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Oh.
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MARIE
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Booked for two weeks.
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RAY
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Two weeks?!!
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KEN
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Do you have another room?
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MARIE
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No, I'm afraid we're fully booked,
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with Christmas. Everywhere's fully
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booked.
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6 INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY 6
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KEN looking out at the pretty canal beneath the latticed
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picture-window. RAY on one of the twin beds, staring at the
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poky room.
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KEN
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It's very pretty.
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RAY
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Ken, I'm not being funny. We can't
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stay here.
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4.
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KEN
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We've got to stay here till he
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rings.
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RAY
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What if he doesn't ring for two
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weeks?
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KEN
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Then we stay here for two weeks.
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RAY
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For two weeks?! In fucking Bruges?!
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In a room like this?! With you?! No
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way.
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KEN
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Ray, I really don't like to say
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this...
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RAY
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You really don't like to say what?
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KEN
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Well, y'know, X wasn't the one who
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killed the little kid, Ray.
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The life totally drains from RAY'S face as he turns bleary-
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eyed, sickened, sad.
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RAY
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(quietly)
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Fucking bring that up...
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RAY goes into the bathroom, closes the door.
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KEN
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(quietly)
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Well... I wasn't.
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7 INT. HOTEL BATHROOM - DAY 7
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RAY looks at himself in the mirror, then breaks down in
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silent tears. He cries them all out, cleans himself up.
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Looks at himself again. Breathes deeply.
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8 EXT. CANALS - DAY 8
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5.
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RAY and KEN at the back of a canal-boat, half full of
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tourists, sightseeing the waterways. The dull DRIVER drones
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on, the usual quips. RAY stares at KEN as he does so; KEN
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enjoys the sights. He has a pocket guidebook with him,
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which he consults now and then.
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We see various of the town's picturesque places.
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RAY
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Do you think this is good?
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KEN
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Do I think what is good?
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RAY
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Y'know, going round in a boat,
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looking at stuff.
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KEN
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Yes. I do. It's called sight-
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seeing.
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KEN observes the sights further.
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KEN
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Look at that.
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RAY
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Look at what?
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KEN
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It's a former hospital.
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RAY looks at him blankly.
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KEN
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From the eleven-hundreds.
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RAY looks at him blankly.
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KEN
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Bruges is the most well-preserved
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medieval town in the whole of
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Belgium, apparently
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RAY looks at him blankly. KEN can only smile.
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9 EXT. BEGIJNHOF CONVENT - DAY 9
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KEN looking at the buildings of the 13th century
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Benedictine convent.
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6.
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KEN
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This here...
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RAY
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Ken! It's just all old buildings!!
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Can we go and get a fucking beer,
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please? I assume they have beer in
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this fucking country.
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KEN
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They have over three hundred
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different types of beer.
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RAY
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Ken, I just want one.
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RAY walks off. KEN follows.
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10 INT. IRISH BAR - DAY 10
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RAY happily plonks two pints in front of them, KEN's an
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oddcoloured one in a strangely shaped glass.
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RAY
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Now this is more like it. Proper
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holidays. One gay beer for my gay
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friend, one normal beer for me,
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because I am normal. Ahh! Dis is
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duh loif.
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KEN
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We're not staying here getting
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pissed. We're quietly sight-seeing,
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like he says, and awaiting his call
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to see what we do next.
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RAY hands KEN an English newspaper.
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RAY
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Ken. Read it. They haven't got a
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single lead.
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KEN
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They say they haven't got a single
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lead.
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RAY
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7.
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Ken, come on, they're the English
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police. When they say they haven't
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got a single lead, they haven't got
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a single lead. This is my vote of
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what we should do. We give it
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another day, two days max, then we
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check the papers again and if
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there's still nothing in 'em we
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phone him and say "Harry, thank you
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for the trip to Bruges, it's been
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very nice, all the old buildings
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and that, but we're coming back to
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London now and hide out in a proper
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country where it isn't all just
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fucking chocolates".
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KEN
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My vote would be we quietly sight
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see, like he says, and we await his
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call to see what we do next.
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RAY sneers, drinks, gestures to the paper.
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RAY
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Close that up.
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As KEN closes the paper we glimpse the edge of a headline
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reading '...IN SHOOTING DEATH OF LITTLE TOBIAS'.
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KEN
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You don't even know that we're here
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hiding out.
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RAY
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What are you talking about?
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KEN
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You don't even know that we're not
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here on a job.
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RAY
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What? On a job?
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KEN
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Yeah.
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RAY
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Here in Bruges?
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KEN
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Yeah.
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RAY
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8.
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Here in Bruges, on a job?
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KEN
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Yeah.
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RAY
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Why, what did he actually say?
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KEN
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He didn't actually say nothing.
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RAY
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So why do you think it might be...
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KEN
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I don't think anything. But it's a
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bit fucking over-elaborate, isn't
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it? "Go take him to hide out". "Go
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take him to hide out where?" "Go
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take him to hide out in fucking
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Bruges".
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(pause)
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You can hide out in Croydon.
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RAY
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(thinking)
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Mm. Or Coventry. Hmm. It is a bit
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over-elaborate. Hmm. But we ain't
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got no guns.
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KEN
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Harry can get guns anywhere.
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RAY
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Hmm, interesting. Very interesting.
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11 INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT 11
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RAY sitting at window, looking at the beautiful night-lit
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canal. KEN lying on the bed, reading a book, 'THE DEATH OF
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CAPONE' by K.K.KATURIAN.
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RAY
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He ain't gonna ring tonight.
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KEN keeps reading.
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RAY
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(pause)
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How did Capone die?
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KEN
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9.
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(finishing his
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cheesecake)
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Neuro-syphilis.
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RAY nods, looks out window again.
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RAY
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He ain't gonna ring tonight. Let's
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go out.
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KEN
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Go out where?
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RAY
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The pub.
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KEN
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No.
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RAY
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Let's go out and look at some of
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all the old medieval buildings and
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that, cos I bet they look even
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better at night, all lit up.
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KEN smiles, puts down his book.
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RAY
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Yes!
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12 EXT. GRUUTHUSE MUSEUM/ENVIRONS - NIGHT 12
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They wander the beautifully lit buildings, sculptures and
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little bridges around the museum, KEN consulting his
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guidebook, RAY with two beer bottles in his trousers front
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pockets and one in his hand, happy out.
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KEN
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This is the smallest bridge in
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Bruges.
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RAY
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Ahh, it's so little, look at it.
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Ahh. Hello little bridge. How would
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a little bridge's voice go?
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(in a little bridge's
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voice)
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"Hello. I'm a little bridge".
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KEN
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Yeah, go easy on the fucking beers
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now, Ray.
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10.
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RAY
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I am!
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SCULPTURE GARDEN.
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KEN
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These are the Four Horsemen of the
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Apocalypse. Designed by Rik Poot,
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it says. Rik Poot.
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RAY
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Hmm. They're not the real Four
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Horsemen of the Apocalypse though,
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are they? They're more sort of
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robot versions.
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KEN
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Yes, well, I guess they're more the
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artist's impression of the Four
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Horsemen of the Apocalypse. The
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real Four Horsemen of the
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Apocalypse didn't actually exist.
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RAY
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Didn't they? They were just made
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up?
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KEN
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Yes. They might exist one day.
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That's the whole thing.
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RAY
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I like robot horses. They're good.
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How would a Four Horseman of the
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Apocalypse's voice go? Probably
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angry. "Grrr".
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MUSEUM BUILDING.
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KEN
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That there is called the 'Gruuthuse
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Museum'.
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RAY
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They all have funny names, don't
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they?
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KEN
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Yes, Flemish. In here, this says,
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the Belgians twice sheltered
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fugitive English kings from being
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murdered.
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11.
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RAY
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So they're not all good.
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KEN
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Henry IV and Charles II, in 1471
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and 1651, respectively.
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RAY
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I used to hate History, didn't you?
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It's all just a load of stuff
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that's already happened. What are
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they doing over there?! They're
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filming something... They're
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filming midgets!!
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RAY runs off excitedly.
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KEN
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Ray!
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13 EXT. FILM SET - NIGHT 13
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Behind a rope cordon with a few other people, RAY watches
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the crew et al as they set up between takes, dry ice
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around.
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RAY'S POV: A little way off, the film's DIRECTOR is
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coaching JIMMY, a bored American dwarf actor, on how to
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creep along on tiptoe "like a l'il mouse". JIMMY,
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irritated, is forced to ape this, without enthusiasm.
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DIRECTOR goes off happy. JIMMY quietly gives him the finger
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behind his back. END POV.
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RAY is THRILLED by all this dwarf/film stuff. KEN comes up.
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KEN
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Ray, come on, let's go.
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RAY
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My arse 'let's go'. They're filming
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midgets.
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RAY spots a stunning GIRL ON SET.
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RAY
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Oh my god! Look at that girl! She's
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gorgeous!
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The GIRL smiles over at the overly loud RAY.
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KEN
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Ray? We're going right now.
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12.
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RAY
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Fuck off are we! This the best bit
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of Bruges so far! You and your
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buildings.
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KEN storms off.
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14 EXT. FILM SET/CATERING SECTION - NIGHT 14
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The cute GIRL, CHLOE, gets a coffee. RAY gets one too.
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RAY
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Hello.
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She just looks at him. He's smiling gormlessly but seems
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safe.
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RAY
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Do you speak English?
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CHLOE
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No.
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RAY
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Ah yes you do. Everybody does. What
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are you filming midgets for?
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CHLOE smiles - he's so genuinely excited by it all.
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CHLOE
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It's a Dutch movie. It's a dream
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sequence. It's a pastiche of
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Nicolas Roeg's 'Don't Look Now'.
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Not a pastiche, but a... 'homage'
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is too strong... A 'Nod of the
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Head'.
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RAY is bemused but she's so cute he doesn't mind.
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RAY
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Wow, your English is very good.
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He's losing her, he knows it. From the depths of his brain
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he finally dredges something up...
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RAY
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13.
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A lot of midgets tend to kill
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themselves. Yes. A disproportionate
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amount. Of midgets. In comparison
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to normal people. Herve
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Villechaise, off of Fantasy Island.
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I think somebody off 'The Time
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Bandits'. A hell of a lot of
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midgets. Kill themselves. I guess
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they must get really sad about,
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like, being really little, and
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that. People looking at them, and
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laughing at them. Calling them
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names. 'Shortarse'. There's another
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famous midget I'm missing but I
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can't remember. It's not the R2D2
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man, he's still going. No, it's
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somebody else.
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(pause)
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I hope your midget doesn't kill
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himself. Your dream sequence'll be
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fucked.
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CHLOE
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He doesn't like being called a
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midget. He prefers 'dwarf'.
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RAY
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Well this is my exact point! People
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going round calling you a midget
|
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when you wanna be called a dwarf.
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|
Of course you're gonna blow your
|
|
head off!
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|
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|
She smiles.
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|
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|
RAY
|
|
My name's Ray. What's yours?
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CHLOE
|
|
Chloe. How did you get past the
|
|
security men?
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|
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RAY
|
|
Getting past security men, it's
|
|
sort of my job.
|
|
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|
CHLOE
|
|
You're a shoplifter?
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|
|
|
RAY
|
|
No, I'm not a shoplifter. Good
|
|
joke, though. No, I'll tell you
|
|
what I am at dinner tomorrow night.
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14.
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|
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She laughs, walks away, and RAY thinks he's lost her, until
|
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she tosses a small card over her shoulder and behind her,
|
|
into the mud.
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|
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|
RAY picks the card up. It reads 'CHLOE VILLETTE’ and a
|
|
mobile number. He watches her, hoping she'll look back. She
|
|
doesn't.
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|
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|
RAY
|
|
How fucking cool.
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|
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|
RAY gives the DWARF the thumbs up as he walks away. The
|
|
DWARF smiles slightly.
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15 INT. HOTEL LOBBY - NIGHT 15
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|
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|
As KEN passes up the stairs, MARIE appears behind the desk.
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|
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|
MARIE
|
|
Mister Blakely?
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|
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|
KEN
|
|
Yes. No, Mister Cranham. No! Yes!
|
|
Mister Blakely. Yes.
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|
|
|
MARIE
|
|
You have a message.
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|
|
|
She hands him an envelope, blushing, then hurries away
|
|
again, KEN a little disconcerted at her behavior.
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|
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|
16 EXT. HOTEL CANALSIDE - NIGHT 16
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|
|
|
Leaning on a wall by the night-lit canal outside the hotel,
|
|
KEN opens the envelope, sees the typed message is from
|
|
HARRY.
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|
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.
|
|
|
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|
|
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?
|
|
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|
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...
|
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RAY
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26.
|
|
|
|
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Jesus, I'm not sure if I fucking
|
|
needed that right now. The bloke
|
|
who painted that, he must be
|
|
bonkers.
|
|
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|
KEN
|
|
Don't think like that, Ray. It'll
|
|
get easier. It will.
|
|
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|
RAY
|
|
I think that's the problem, Ken. I
|
|
think that's the problem.
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|
|
|
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|
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.
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CHLOE
|
|
Eirik, don't...!
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EIRIK
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|
Now who's a fucking bum-boy...?
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|
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|
Suddenly, RAY raises the gun, lunges forwards...
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|
|
|
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.
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|
|
RAY
|
|
Chloe? What exactly is going on
|
|
here?
|
|
|
|
EIRIK
|
|
I can't see! I can't see!
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|
|
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RAY
|
|
Of course you can't fucking see! I
|
|
just shot a blank in your fucking
|
|
eyes! Is this fella your boyfriend?
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|
|
|
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!
|
|
|
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CHLOE
|
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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.
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YURI
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|
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'?
|
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|
|
KEN
|
|
Alcoves, yes. Kind of like 'Nooks
|
|
and crannies'.
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|
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|
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.
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|
(pause)
|
|
It's what I do.
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|
|
|
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|
46 EXT. PHONE BOX - BRUGES STREET. DAY 46
|
|
63.
|
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|
|
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|
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.
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The POLICEMAN walks RAY back along the aisle.
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59 INT. HARRY'S HOUSE - DAY 59
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STUDY. HARRY stares at the phone he's just put down.
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LIVING-ROOM. His kids, aged 8, 7 and 5, are playing happily
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with their Japanese au pair, IMAMOTO. The children's
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mother, NATALIE, an aging dolly bird, sits reading 'Hello'.
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|
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Sound of a phone being smashed to pieces in the next room.
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The children are startled at first, then giggle - it's
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obviously happened before. NATALIE sighs, gets up.
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STUDY. HARRY is smashing the final remnants of the phone
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|
against the wall with the cord, as NATALIE comes in.
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75.
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NATALIE
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Harry.
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HARRY
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What?
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NATALIE
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It's an inanimate fucking object.
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HARRY
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You're an inanimate fucking object!
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NATALIE sighs, exits. Breathing deeply, HARRY tries to calm
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himself, puts the remnants of the phone on the table. Takes
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his passport from a cluttered drawer, flips through it - no
|
|
stamps on any of the pages. Pockets it.
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LIVING-ROOM. HARRY tenderly kisses and hugs each of his
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kids goodbye, as NATALIE and IMAMOTO watch, bemused.
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HARRY
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You lot be good for your mummy and
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|
Imamoto, okay? Daddy's got to go
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away for a few days.
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|
NATALIE
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|
Where you going?
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HARRY
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Got to go to Bruges.
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NATALIE
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Bruges? Where's that?
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HARRY
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It's in Belgium.
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NATALIE
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Why would anybody have to go to
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Belgium?
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HARRY
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|
I have to sort something out.
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|
NATALIE
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|
Is it something to do with the
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|
phone?
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HARRY
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|
It's something to do with Ken. It's
|
|
a matter of honour.
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NATALIE
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76.
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It ain't gonna be dangerous, is it?
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HARRY
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|
Well course it's gonna be dangerous
|
|
if it's a matter of fucking honour!
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|
NATALIE
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|
You are bringing the fellas with
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ya. Tell me you're bringing the
|
|
fellas with ya?
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|
HARRY shakes his head sadly.
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|
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|
HARRY
|
|
I'm sorry for calling you an
|
|
inanimate object. I was upset.
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|
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|
NATALIE
|
|
I'm scared, Harry. I don't want you
|
|
to go.
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|
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|
HARRY
|
|
There's nothing to be scared about.
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|
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|
They look at each other. They both know that there is.
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|
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.
|
|
|
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|
|
61 INT. HOTEL ROOM - DAY 61
|
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|
|
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.
|
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|
|
|
The envelope reads 'MY LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT'.
|
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|
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|
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
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pays the bill, and they start walking towards the tower,
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just as it chimes six o'clock.
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73 EXT. MARKET SQUARE - SOUTH SIDE - NIGHT 73
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As the tower continues chiming, CHLOE and RAY look up at it
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a second, then continue walking away from it, in the
|
|
direction that HARRY and KEN are coming from.
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RAY
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Yeah, Canadians. Poor sods. I'm
|
|
terrible at telling the difference
|
|
between that lot. They still kind
|
|
of deserved it, but not as much.
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|
They didn't kill John Lennon, did
|
|
they? Anyway, I'm supposed to turn
|
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up to court here in two days.
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CHLOE
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Are you going to turn up?
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RAY
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I dunno. What have I got to stay
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|
for, really?
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CHLOE smiles and kisses him, accidentally obscuring his
|
|
face from HARRY and KEN as they pass, oblivious.
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|
CHLOE
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The most beautiful woman...
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(kiss)
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... you've ever seen...
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(kiss)
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... in all of your life.
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RAY
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(pause)
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87.
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|
|
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The black one off of Star Trek? Is
|
|
she here?
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|
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CHLOE mimes shooting RAY in the head. They take an outside
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table at a bar there. In the background, HARRY and KEN
|
|
enter the bell-tower.
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74 INT. BELL TOWER - ENTRY KIOSK - NIGHT 74
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The stern TICKET-SELLER is out in front of the turnstile,
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the entranceway is roped off.
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|
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|
TICKET-SELLER
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|
The tower is closed this evening.
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|
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|
KEN
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|
No way! It's supposed to be open
|
|
til seven.
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|
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|
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.
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|
|
|
HARRY
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|
Here, Cranky, here's a hundred for
|
|
ya. We're only gonna be twenty
|
|
minutes. Okay?
|
|
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|
HARRY sticks a hundred euros in the TICKET-SELLER'S pocket.
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|
|
|
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.
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|
|
|
TICKET-SELLER
|
|
The tower... is closed..., this
|
|
evening. Understand,... Englishman?
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|
|
|
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.
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|
|
|
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|
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.
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|
|
|
|
|
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!
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|
|
|
She finds and gives it to him.
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|
|
|
RAY
|
|
And I need you to lock up and go
|
|
home right now. It's very very
|
|
dangerous here. Okay? Go home right
|
|
now!
|
|
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|
MARIE
|
|
Okay...
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|
98.
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|
|
|
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Realising how serious he is, MARIE gathers up her coat and
|
|
stuff. RAY heads upstairs.
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|
|
|
MARIE
|
|
Is Mr Blakely not coming back
|
|
tonight?
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|
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|
RAY winces, keeps moving.
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93 EXT. BRUGES STREETS - NIGHT 93
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|
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|
HARRY, breathing hard, opens his pop-up map of Bruges with
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'KEN'S HOTEL' circled, and looks up at a street sign.
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|
94 INT. HOTEL ROOM - NIGHT 94
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|
|
|
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...
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|
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|
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...
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|
|
|
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.
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|
|
|
END POV.
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|
|
|
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.
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|
|
|
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
|
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the bed and takes the confession note from the wall,
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knocking into the telephone slightly as he does so.
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He looks at the phone a while as it irritatingly drones on.
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He puts the phone back on the hook and looks at it a very
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long while, to see if it'll ring. It doesn't ring.
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He sits on the edge of his bed, shitty London framed out
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the window behind him.
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He looks at the confession note again, as do we...
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RAY'S POV: "1. Being sad. 2. Being bad at maths. 3. Being
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moody" and the months-old blood still caked in the corner.
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He folds the note into his left breast pocket, beside his
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heart. He nods...
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RAY
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You've got to stick to your
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principles.
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He cocks the gun.
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He slowly puts it to his head.
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Tears fill his eyes and he closes them as the tears fall.
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110.
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He sighs calmly, knowing, perhaps for the first time, that
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this time he'll go through with it.
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The telephone starts ringing.
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He opens his eyes.
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CUT TO BLACK
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