In Bruges Page #3

Hmm.

Except 'hmm' what?

Except only one of us

needs to stay in, really.

Uh-huh.

And which one of us

would that be, now, Ray?

I thought you didn't like Bruges.

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.

Just don't get into

any f***ing trouble.

We're keeping a low profile.

And this morning,

and this afternoon,

we are doing what I want to do.

- Got it?

- Of course.

Which, I presume,

will involve culture.

Oh, we shall strike a balance

between culture and fun.

Somehow I believe, Ken, that the

balance shall tip in the favor of culture.

Like a big, fat, f***ing retarded,

f***ing black girl

on a seesaw, opposite

a dwarf.

(DRAGGING FEET)

(SOFTLY) Ray, did we

or did we not agree

that if I let you

go on your date tonight,

we'd do the things

I wanted to do today?

We are doing the things

that you wanted to do today.

And that we'd do them without you

throwing a f***ing moody,

like some 5-year-old who's dropped

all his sweets?

I didn't agree to that.

I'll cheer up.

I'll cheer up.

Up there, the top altar, is a phial

brought back by a Flemish knight

from the Crusades in the Holy Land.

And that phial, do you know what

it's said to contain?

No, what's it

said to contain?

It's said to contain some drops of

Jesus Christ's blood.

Yeah, that's how this church got

its name. Basilica of the Holy Blood.

Yeah. Yeah.

And this blood, right,

though it's dried blood,

at different times over many years,

they say it turned back into liquid.

Turned back into liquid

from dried blood.

At various times of great

stress.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

So, yeah, I'm gonna go up in the queue

and touch it, which is what you do.

- Yeah?

- Yeah. You coming?

Do I have to?

- Do you have to?

- Of course you don't have to.

It's Jesus' f***ing blood, isn't it?

Of course you don't f***ing have to!

Of course you don't

f***ing have to!

You little f***ing c*nt.

(SIGHS)

RAY:
Murder, Father.

PRIEST:
Why did you

murder someone, Raymond?

For money, Father.

For money?

You murdered someone for money?

Yes, Father.

Not out of anger, not out of nothing.

For money.

(CLEARS THROAT)

Who did you murder

for money, Raymond?

You, Father.

I'm sorry?

I said you, Father.

What, are you deaf?

Harry Waters says hello.

The little boy.

RAY:
I quite like this one.

All the rest were rubbish by spastics,

but this one's quite good.

What's that all about, then?

- It's Judgment Day, you know?

- Oh, yeah.

What's that then?

Well, it's, you know,

the final day on Earth.

When mankind will be judged for all

the crimes they've committed and that.

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