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2009-01-02 18:41:25In BrugesRay:After I killed them, I dropped the gun in the Thames,washed the residue off me hands in the bathroom of a Burger King,and walked home to await instructions.Shortly thereafter, the instructions came through."Get the fuck out of London, youse dumb fucks.Get to Bruges."I didn't even know where Bruges fucking was.It's in Belgium.Ray:Bruges is a shithole. Ken:Bruges is not a shithole.Ray:Bruges is a shithole.Ken:Ray, we've only just got off the fucking train.Could we reserve judgment on Bruges until we've seen the fucking place?Ray:I know it's gonna be a shithole.STREETRay:Shithole.HOTELKen:I think you have a couple of rooms booked under Cranham and Blakely?Marie:Yes. No, we have one room booked.One twin room. Booked for two weeks.Ray:Two weeks!Ken:Do you have another room?Marie:No, I'm afraid we're fully booked.With Christmas, everywhere is fully booked.Ken:Okay.ROOMKen:It's very pretty.Ray:I'm not being funny, we can't stay here.Ken:We've got to stay here until he rings.Ray:Well, what if he doesn't ring for two weeks?Ken:Then we stay here for two weeks.Ray:For two weeks? In fucking Bruges? In a room like this?With you? No way!Ken:Ray, I really don't like to say this...Ray:You really don't like to say what?Ken:Well... You know?Ray:Fucking bring that up.ON BOATRay:Do you think this is good?Ken:Do I think what's good?Ray:You know, going round in a boat, looking at stuff.Ken:Yes, I do.It's called "sightseeing."Ken:Oh, look at that.It's a former hospital. From the 1100s.Bruges is the most well-preserved medieval townin the whole of Belgium, apparently.SQUAREKen: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.TOWERKen:Trying to get rid of me coins.3, 3.50, 4,4.10, 4.20, 4.30, 4.40, 4.50, 4.60,4.70,4.80,4.90.Will you take 4.90?Clerk:Entry is 5 euro.Ken:Come on, man, it's only 10 cents.Clerk:Entry is 5 euro.Ken:Happy in your work?Clerk:Very happy.ON THE TOWERI like it here.SQUAREAmericans:Been to the top of the tower?Ray:Yeah. Yeah, it's rubbish.Americans:It is? The guidebook says it's a "must-see".Ray:Well, you lot ain't going up there.Americans:Pardon me? Why?Ray:I mean, it's all windy stairs. I'm not being funny.Americans:What exactly are you trying to say?Ray:What exactly am I trying to say?Youse are a bunch of fucking elephants!Americans:Right, you...Americans Woman:You know, you're just the rudest man. The rudest man!Ken:What's all that about?Ray:They're not going up there.Ken:Hey, guys, I wouldn't go up there. It's really narrow.Americans Woman:Screw you, motherfucker!Ray:Americans, isn't it?PUBRay:Now, this is more like it. Proper holidays.One gay beer for my gay friend,and one normal beer for me, because I am normal.This is the life.Ken:We're not staying here getting pissed.We are quietly sightseeing, like he says,and awaiting his call to see what we do next.Ray:This is my vote on what we should do.We give it another day, two days, max.Then we check the papers again, and if there's still nothing in them,we phone him and say,"Harry, thank you for the trip to Bruges,"it's been very nice, all the old buildings and that,"but we're coming back to London now,and hide out in a proper country,"where it isn't all just fucking chocolates."Ken:My vote would be we quietly sightsee, like he says,and await his call to see what we do next.You don't even know we're here hiding out.Ray:What are you talking about?Ken:You don't even know we're not here on a job.Ray:What, on a job? Ken:Yeah.Ray:Here in Bruges? Ken:Yeah.Ray:Here in Bruges, on a job? Ken:Yeah.Ray:Why? What did he actually say?Ken:He didn't actually say anything.Ray:Then why do you think it might be?Ken:I don't think anything.But it's a bit fucking over-elaborate, isn't it?"Go take him to hide out." "Go take him to hide out where?""Go take him to hide out in fucking Bruges."You can hide out in Croydon.Ray:Hmm.Or Coventry.Hmm.It is a bit over-elaborate.Hmm.But we haven't got any guns.Ken:Harry can get guns anywhere.ROOMRay:He's not gonna ring tonight.He's not gonna ring tonight.Let's go out.Ken:Go out where? Ray:The pub.Ken:No!Ray:Let's go out and have a look at some of the...All the old medieval buildings and that.Because I bet they look even better at night, all lit up.Yes!STREETKen:That there is called the Gruuthuse Museum.Ray:They all have funny names, don't they?Ken:Yes, Flemish.Ray:In here it says, "The Belgians twice sheltered"fugitive English Kings from being murdered,1471 and 1651."Ken:I used to hate history, didn't you?It's all just a load of stuff that's already happened.What are they doing over there?They're filming something. They're filming midgets!Ken:Ray!Director:So, on this scene, you're supposed to walklike a little, tiny mouse, yeah?Okay? Great.Ken:Ray, come on, let's go.Ray:My arse, "Let's go." They're filming midgets.Oh, my God! Look at that girl.She's gorgeous!Ken:Ray, we're going right now.Ray:Fuck off, are we!This is the best bit of Bruges so far.You and your buildings.Ray:Hello.Do you speak English? Chloe:No.Ray:Yes, you do. Everybody does.What are you filming midgets for?Chloe:It's a Dutch movie. It's a dream sequence.It's a pastiche of Nicholas Roeg's Don't Look Now.Not a pastiche, but a...A "homage" is too strong. A "nod of the head"?Ray:Wow, your English is very good.Ray:A lot of midgets tend to kill themselves.A disproportionate amount.Herve Villechaize, of Fantasy Island.I think somebody off The Time Bandits.I suppose they must get really sad about, like,being really little and that.People looking at them and laughing at them.Calling them names. You know, "shortarse."There's another famous midgetI'm missing, but I can't remember.It's not the R2-D2 man. No, he's still going.I hope your midget doesn't kill himself.Your dream sequence will be fucked.Chloe:He doesn't like being called a midget.He prefers "dwarf."Ray:Well, this is exactly my point!People go around calling you a midget when you want to be called a dwarf.Of course you're gonna blow your head off!My name's Ray. What's yours? Chloe:Chloe.How did you get past the security man?Ray:Getting past security men, it's sort of my job.Chloe:You're a shoplifter?Ray:No, not a shoplifter.It's a good joke, though.No.I'll tell you what I am at dinner tomorrow night.Ray:Fuck.Ray:How fucking cool.HOTLEMarie:Mr. Blakely?Ken:Yes. No, Mr. Cranham. No. Yes. Mr. Blakely. Yes.Marie:You have a message.Ken:Shit!(Harry):Number one,why aren't you in when I fucking told you to be in?Number two,why doesn't this hotel have phones with fucking voicemailand not I have to leave messages with the fucking receptionist?Number three, you better fucking be in tomorrow nightwhen I fucking call againor there'll be fucking Hell to pay,I'm fucking telling you. Harry.(Marie):I'm not the receptionist,I'm the co-owner with my husband Patrice. Marie.ROOMKen:Would you turn the fucking light off!Ray:Sorry, Ken.Ken:Keep the fucking noise down!Ray:Someone's in a mood.You'll never guess what.Ken:Will you shut your fucking mouth, please, and go to sleep?Ray:Oh, sorry.Except I've gotta take me contact lenses out.Ray:Altogether,I had five pints of beer and six bottles.No. Six pints of beer and seven bottles.And you know what? I'm not even pissed!You'll never guess what, Ken.Ken, you'll never guess what. Ken:What?Ray:Got a date for tomorrow night.Ken:I'm very happy for you.Ray:With a girl.Ken:Can you turn the light off, please?Ray:Only been in Bruges one day,got a date with a girl in the film business,the Belgian film business.They're doing a film about a midget.HOTELKen:Miss?Marie?Sorry about the message last night.The man who left it is a bit of a...Well, he's a bit of a...Marie:Cock?Ken:Yes. He's a bit of a cock.Marie:Morning.Ken:Harry called last night.We missed him.Ray:Jeez, he swears a lot, doesn't he?Ken:We're staying in tonight. Whatever happens.Ray:Hmm.Except...Hmm. Ken:Hmm.Except "hmm" what?Ray:Except only one of us needs to stay in,really.Uh-huh.Ken:And which one of us would that be, now, Ray?I thought you didn't like Bruges.Ray:I don't like Bruges, it's a shithole.But I did already say I had a date with a Belgian lady in the Belgian film business, which I did already say about before.Ken:Just don't get into any fucking trouble.We're keeping a low profile.And this morning, and this afternoon,we are doing what I want to do.Got it? Ray:Of course.Which, I presume, will involve culture.Ken:Oh, we shall strike a balance between culture and fun.Ray:Somehow I believe, Ken,that the balance shall tip in the favor of culture.Like a big, fat, fucking retarded, fucking black girl on a seesaw, opposite a dwarf.CHURCHKen:Ray, did we or did we not agree that if I let you go on your date tonight,we'd do the things I wanted to do today?Ray:We are doing the things that you wanted to do today.Ken:And that we'd do them without you throwing a fucking moody,like some 5-year-old who's dropped all his sweets?Ray:I didn't agree to that.I'll cheer up. I'll cheer up.Ken:Up there, the top altar, is a phial brought back by a Flemish knight from the Crusades in the Holy Land.And that phial, do you know what it's said to contain?Ray:No, what's it said to contain?Ken:It's said to contain some drops of Jesus Christ's blood.Yeah, that's how this church got its name.Basilica of the Holy Blood.Ray:Yeah. Ken:Yeah.And this blood, right, though it's dried blood,at different times over many years,they say it turned back into liquid.Turned back into liquid from dried blood.At various times of great stress.Ray:Yeah? Ken:Yeah.So, yeah, I'm gonna go up in the queue and touch it,which is what you do.Ray:Yeah? Ken:Yeah. You coming?Ray:Do I have to?Ken:Do you have to? Of course you don't have to.It's Jesus' fucking blood, isn't it?Of course you don't fucking have to!Of course you don't fucking have to!SQUARERay:You little fucking cunt.CHURCHRay:Murder, Father.Churchman:Why did you murder someone, Raymond?Ray:For money, Father.Churchman:For money?You murdered someone for money?Ray:Yes, Father.Not out of anger, not out of nothing. For money.Churchman:Who did you murder for money, Raymond?Ray:You, Father.Churchman:I'm sorry?Ray:I said you, Father.What, are you deaf?Harry Waters says hello.Churchman:The little boy.ON THE PAPER..1.Being moody.2.Being bad at maths.3.Being Sad.MUSEUMRay:I quite like this one.All the rest were rubbish by spastics,but this one's quite good.What's that all about, then?Ken:It's Judgment Day, you know? Ray:Oh, yeah.What's that then?Ken:Well, it's, you know, the final day on Earth.When mankind will be judged for all the crimes.they've committed and that.Ray:And see who gets into Heaven and who gets into Hell and all that?Ken:Yeah.Ray:And what's the other place?Ken:Purgatory.Ray:Purgatory?Ken:Purgatory's kind of like the in-betweeny one.Ray:You weren't really shit, but you weren't all that great, either.Like Tottenham.Do you believe in all that stuff, Ken?Ken:About Tottenham?Ray:The Last Judgment and the afterlife.Guilt and sins and Hell and all that?Ken:Um...Well...SQUAREKen:I don't know, Ray. I don't know what I believe.The things you're taught as a child,they never really leave you, do they?So, like, I believe in trying to lead a good life.Like, if there's an old lady, carrying her shopping home,I don't try and help her carry her shopping, I don't go that far,but I'll certainly hold the door open for her and that,and let her go out before me.Ray:Yeah. And anyway, if you tried to help her carry her shopping,she'd probably think you were just trying to nick her shopping.Ken:Exactly. Ray:This is the world we live in today.Ken:At the same time as trying to lead a good life,I have to reconcile myself with the fact that, yes, I have killed people.Not many people. Most of them were not very nice people.Apart from one person.Ray:Who's that?Ken:This fellow, Danny Aliband's brother.He was just trying to protect his brother. Like you or I would.He was just a lollipop man.He came at me with a bottle. What are you gonna do?I shot him down.Ray:Hmm.In my book, though, sorry, someone comes at you with a bottle,that is a deadly weapon, he's gotta take the consequences.Ken:I know that in my heart.I also know that he was just trying to protect his brother, you know?Ray:I know. But a bottle, that can kill you.It's a case of it's you or him.If he'd come at you with his bare hands, that'd be different.That wouldn't have been fair.Ken:Well, technically, your bare hands can kill somebody, too.They can be deadly weapons, too.I mean, what if he knew karate, say?Ray:You said he was a lollipop man.Ken:He was a lollipop man.Ray:What's a lollipop man doing knowing fucking karate?Ken:I'm just saying.Ray:How old was he? Ken:About 50.Ray:What's a 50-year-old lollipop man doing knowing fucking karate? What was he, a Chinese lollipop man? Jesus, Ken, I'm trying to talk about...Ken:I know what you're trying to talk about.Ray:I killed a little boy. You keep bringing up fucking lollipop men!Ken:You didn't mean to kill a little boy.Ray:I know I didn't mean to.But because of the choices I made and the course that I put into action,a little boy isn't here anymore.And he'll never be here again.I mean here in the world, not here in Belgium.Well, he'll never be here in Belgium, either, will he?I mean, he might have wanted to come here when he got older.I don't know why.And that's all because of me.He's dead because of me.And I'm trying to...I'm trying to get me head around it, but I can't.I will always have killed that little boy.That ain't ever going away. Ever.Unless...Maybe I go away.Ken:Don't even think like that.ROOMKen:You look good.Ray:What's it matter anyway?PUBChloe:So, what do you do, Raymond?Ray:I shoot people for money.Chloe:What kinds of people?Ray:Priests. Children. You know, the usual.Chloe:Is there a lot of money to be made in that line of business?Ray:There is in priests. There isn't in children.So what is it you do, Chloe?Chloe:I sell cocaine and heroin to Belgian film crews.Ray:Do you?Chloe:Do I look like I do?Ray:You do, actually.Do I look like I shoot people?Chloe:No.Just children.Ray:Mmm-hmm.I saw your midget today.Little prick didn't even say hello.Chloe:Well, he's on a lot of ketamine.Ray:What's that?Chloe:Horse tranquilizer.Ray:A horse tranquilizer?Where'd he get that? Chloe:I sold it to him.Ray:You can't sell horse tranquilizers to a midget!Chloe:This movie, I think it's gonna be a very good one.There's never been a classic movie made in Bruges until now.Ray:Of course there hasn't, it's a shithole.Chloe:Bruges is my hometown, Ray.Ray:Well, it's still a shithole.Chloe:It's not a shithole.Ray:What? Even midgets have to take drugs to stick it.Chloe:Okay.So, you've insulted my hometown.You're doing very well, Raymond.Why don't you tell me some Belgian jokes while you're at it?Ray:I don't know any Belgian jokes.And if I did, I think I'd have the good sense not to...Hey, hang on. Is Belgium where there were all those child abuse murders lately?Then I do know a Belgian joke.What's Belgium famous for?Chocolates and child abuse.And they only invented the chocolates to get to the kids.What?Chloe:One of the girls they murdered was a friend of mine.Ray:I'm sorry, Chloe.Chloe:One of the girls they murdered wasn't a friend of mine.I just wanted to make you feel bad.And it worked. Quite well.Canadians:Fucking unbelievable.Ray:What's fucking unbelievable?Canadians:Are you talking to me?(He pauses, even though he should just hit the cunt.And he repeats.)Ray:Yes, I am talking to you. What's fucking unbelievable?Canadians:Well, I'll tell you what's fucking unbelievable, shall I?Blowing cigarette smoke straight into myself and my girlfriend's face.That's fucking unbelievable!Ray:This is the smoking section.Canadians:I don't care if it's the smoking section.All right? She directed it right in my face, man.I don't wanna die just because of your fucking arrogance.Ray:Uh-huh. Isn't that what the Vietnamese used to say?Canadians:Vietnamese? What are you talking about, the Vietnamese?That statement makes no fucking sense at all.Ray:Yes it does. The Vietnamese!Canadians:Well, saying it over and over ain't gonna make any more sense out of it.How does the Vietnamese have any relevance whatsoever to myself and my girlfriend having to breathe your friend's cigarette smoke?Tell me how saying...Ray:That's for John Lennon, you Yankee fucking cunt!Ray:A bottle? No, don't bother.Ray:We're leaving.OUT OF PUBRay:I don't hit women! I would never hit a woman, Chloe!I'd hit a woman who was trying to hit me with a bottle!That's different. That's self-defense, isn't it?Or a woman who could do karate.I'd never hit a woman generally, Chloe. Don't think that.God, you're pretty.Chloe:I have to make a call.Ray:Oh, no.You've gone off me, now, haven't you?Just because I hit that fucking cow.ROOMKen:Hello? Harry:Where the fuck were you yesterday?Ken:We just popped out for some dinner, Harry.We only popped out for half an hour.Harry:Yeah? What'd you have?Ken:For dinner? Harry:Yeah.Ken:Pizza, at Pizza Hut.Harry:Was it nice?Ken:Yeah, it was all right. I don't know. It was Pizza Hut.The same as in England.Harry:Well, that's globalization, isn't it? Is Ray there with you?Ken:He's in the toilet.Harry:Can he hear? Ken:No.Harry:What's he doing?Ken:What do you mean? Harry:Is he doing a wee or a poo?Ken:I don't know, Harry, the door's closed.Harry:Send him out on an errand for half an hour,but don't make it sound suspicious.Ken:Ray? Why don't you go out down to the pub for half an hour?Yeah, yeah, I know I said you couldn't,but might as well enjoy ourselves, eh?No, I don't know if they've got bowling anywhere.Could have a look.Yeah, see you.Yeah. He's gone.Harry:What'd you say to him?Ken:I said, "Why don't you go have a drink,you say you've been cooped up?"Harry:What did he say? Ken:Said, yeah, he would.And he might go have a look to see if there's a bowling alley around.Harry:Was he just having a wee?Ken:Yeah, I think so. I assume so.Harry:Sure he didn't mind?Ken:No, he was glad to get out.Harry:He's definitely gone?Ken:Yeah, yeah, he slammed the door.Harry:That don't mean he's gone. Go check outside the door.Ken:Harry, he's definitely gone.Harry:You realize there are no bowling alleys in Bruges?Ken:I realize that, Harry. The boy wanted to have a look anyway.Harry:What are they gonna have, a medieval fucking bowling alley?Ken:As I say, I think he was just glad to get out and about.Harry:So, is he having a nice time, seeing all the canals and that?I had a lovely time when I was there.All the canals and the old buildings and that.Ken:When were you here?Harry:When I was seven. Last happy holiday I fucking had.Have you been on a canal trip, yet? Ken:Yeah.Harry:Have you been down, like, all the old cobbled streets and that?Ken:Yeah.Harry:It's like a fairytale, isn't it, that place? Ken:Yeah.Harry:With the churches and that. They're Gothic. Ken:Yeah.Harry:Is it Gothic? Ken:Yeah.Harry:So he's having a really nice time?Ken:Well, I'm having a really nice time.I'm not sure if it's really his cup of tea.Harry:What?Ken:You know, I'm not sure if it's really his thing.Harry:What do you mean, "It's not really his thing"?What's that supposed to mean, "It's not really his thing"?What the fuck is that supposed to mean?Ken:Nothing, Harry.Harry:It's a fairytale fucking town, isn't it?How can a fairytale town not be somebody's fucking thing?How can all those canals and bridges and cobbled streets and those churches,all that beautiful fucking fairytale stuff,how can that not be somebody's fucking thing, eh?Ken:What I think I meant to say was...Harry:Is the swan still there? Ken:Yeah, the swan's...Harry:How can fucking swans not fucking be somebody's fucking thing, eh?How can that be?Ken:What I think I meant to say was,when he first arrived, he wasn't quite sure about it.You know, there's that big,dual carriageway when you get off the train?It mightn't have been here when you were here last, Harry.Well, as soon as he got into, like, the old town proper,and he saw the canals and the bridges and,you know, the swans and that,well, he just fucking loved it then.Couldn't get enough of it, the medieval part of town.It was just that initial, dual carriageway thing sort of put him off for a second.Harry:Don't know if I remember a dual carriageway.Must be recent.Hasn't spoilt it, has it?Ken:No, no, no, it's just that initial thing.And you know what?As we were walking through the streets,there was this sort of freezing fog hanging over everything,and it made it look almost like a fairytale or something.And he turned to me, do you know what he said?Harry:What'd he say?Ken:He said, "Ken, I know I'm awake,but I feel like I'm in a dream."Harry:Yeah? He said that?Ken:Yeah.Harry:Meaning, like, in a good dream?Ken:Yeah. Of course, like in a good dream.Harry:Oh, good. I'm glad he likes it there.I'm glad we were able to give him something.Something good and happy. Because he wasn't a bad kid, was he?Ken:Huh?Harry:He wasn't a bad kid, was he?Listen, take down this address. Raamstraat 17.That's "Raam," like "Ram," but with an extra "a."Ken:Raamstraat 17.Harry:You got that?Ken:Yes, Raamstraat 17.Harry:Good. There'll be a man there tomorrow morning at 9:00.His name's Yuri.Ken:Yuri. Harry:He'll give you the gun.Ring me on the public phone at Jimmy Driscoll's about 3:00 or 4:00 tomorrow, after it's done.Ken:After what's done?Harry:Are you being thick?Ken:No. Harry:Listen, I like Ray.He was a good bloke, but when it all comes down to it.You know, he blew the head off a little fucking kid.And you brought him in, Ken.So if the buck don't stop with him, where does it stop?Ken?If the buck don't stop with him, where does it stop?Ken:It stops with me, Harry. That's an easy one.Harry:Look, don't get shirty, Ken.Listen, I'm just glad that I was able to do something for the boy before he went.Ken:Do what for the boy?Harry:You know, have him get to see Bruges.I'd like to go to see Bruges again before I die.What was it he said again about... Yeah, "It's like a dream."Ken:"I know I'm awake, but I feel like I'm in a dream."Harry:Yeah.Give me a call when he's dead.Eirik:That's my fucking girlfriend, you asshole.Chloe:Eirik, what are you doing?Eirik:Where are you from, fucker?Ray:Ireland, originally.Eirik:And you think it's okay to come over to Belgium and fuck another man's girl?Ray:Look, I didn't know she had a boyfriend, all right?And I haven't fucked her, anyway. Ask her.I'd only put me hand on it.Chloe:Eirik, put the gun down!Eirik:Get down on your knees and open your mouth.Ray:Don't start being silly.Eirik:Get down on your...Ray:Exactly at what point was it that all skinheads suddenly became poofs?Used to be, you were a skinhead,you just went around beating up Pakistani 12-year-olds.Now it seems a prerequisite to be a fucking bum-boy!Ray:That's not gonna help you, man.Chloe:Ray, there's only blanks in that gun.Eirik, don't!Eirik:Now who's the fucking bum-boy?Ray:You, you fucking bum-boy!Chloe, what exactly is going on here?Eirik:I can't see! I can't see!Ray:Of course you can't fucking see!I just shot a blank in your fucking eyes!Is this fella your boyfriend?Eirik:No. I mean, he used to be.Ray:Well, what's he doing here?Chloe:We... We rob tourists, sometimes.Ray:I fucking knew it was too good to be true!I knew you'd have never shagged me, normally.Chloe:No! That's not true, I...I called it off tonight. I told him not to come tonight.Why did you come tonight?Eirik:Chloe, I can't see, I swear it!Ray:Stop whingeing like a big gay baby.I haven't had a shag in months!Eirik:I can't see out of this eye, Chloe! I have to go to the hospital!Chloe:I'll drive you.Ray:Great! Now the whole night's ruined!Chloe:No!You can stay if you want.I just don't know how long I'll be.Ray:I just knew someone like you would never like someone like me.I just knew. Chloe:What do you mean, someone like me?Ray:You know, someone nice.Chloe:Call me. Please.Eirik:Chloe!Ray:Cha-ching!PUBKen:Have you got some sort of problem?Bartender:No, no problem.Four beers in 20 minutes. No problem.Ken:Fuck off.Midget:Beer and a red wine.Prostitute:I'll be back.Ken:How's the movie going?Midget:It's a jumped-up Eurotrash piece of rip-off fucking bullshit.Ken:Like, in a bad way?Your girlfriend's very pretty.Midget:She ain't my girlfriend.She's a prostitute I just picked up.Ken:Didn't know there were any prostitutes in Bruges.Midget:You just have to look in the right places.Brothels are good.Ken:Well, you've picked up a very pretty prostitute.Midget:Thank you.Ken:You from the States?Midget:Yeah.But don't hold it against me.Ken:I'll try not to.Just try not to say anything too loud or crass.Ray:Hey-ho. Drowning your sorrows, huh?Ken:What sorrows? Ray:You know, being a sad, old, ugly little man.One gay beer, please.Ken:How'd your date go?Ray:My date involved two instances of extreme violence.One instance of her hand on my cock and my finger up her thing,which lasted all too briefly. Isn't that always the way?One instance of me stealing five grams of her very-high-quality cocaine,and one instance of me blinding a poofy little skinhead.So, all in all, my evening pretty much balanced out fine.Ken:You got five grams of coke?Ray:I've got four grams on me and one gram in me,which is why me heart is going like the clappers,as if I'm about to have a heart attack.So if I collapse any minute now, please remember to tell the doctors that it might have something to do with the coke.Ken:Give us a gram, then.Ray:I thought you were laying off, because it makes you depressed?Ken:You know what? Right now, I don't really give a fuck.Ray:Why didn't you wave hello to me today when I waved hello to you today?Midget:I was on a very strong horse tranquilizer today.I wasn't waving hello to anybody, except maybe to a horse.Ray:Huh? What are you talking about?Midget:Just horseshit.Ray:You from America?Midget:Yeah. But don't hold it against me.Ray:Well, that's for me to decide, isn't it?Are you from America, too?Prostitute:No, I'm from Amsterdam.Ray:Amsterdam.Amsterdam is just a load of bloody prostitutes, isn't it?Prostitute:Yes. That's why I came to Bruges.I thought I'd get a better price for my pussy here.Ray:Huh?You two are weird.Would you like some cocaine?I've also got some acid and some ecstasy.FIVE-STAR HOTELRay:Herve Villechaize, I know, did.The dwarf off, I think, The Time Bandits, did.Lots of midgets...Dwarves, top themselves.Hmm. Shitloads.Would you ever think about it?Midget:Huh?Ray:Would you ever think about killing yourself because you're a midget?Midget:Fuck, man! What kind of question is that?Ray:We're just chatting, aren't we?See, Ken.this is the kind of hotel Harry should have put us in.A five-star, with prostitutes in.You know, sometimes, I think Harry doesn't even give a shit about us at all.Has he still not called?Ken:No. Still hasn't called.Ray:No news is good news, eh?Ray:Who's she?Midget:There's gonna be a war, man.I can see it.There's gonna be a war between the blacksand between the whites.You ain't even gonna need a uniform no more.This ain't gonna be a war where you pick your side.Your side's already picked for you.Ray:And I know whose side I'm fighting on.I'm fighting with the blacks.The whites are gonna get their heads kicked in!Midget:You don't decide this shit, man.Ray:Well, who are the half-castes gonna fight with?Midget:The blacks, man. That's obvious.Ray:But what about the Pakistanis?Midget:The blacks. Ray:What about...Think of a hard one.What about the Vietnamese?Midget:The blacks!Ray:Well, I'm definitely fighting with the blacks if they've got the Vietnamese.So, hang on.Would all of the white midgets in the world be fighting against all the black midgets in the world?Midget:Yeah.Ray:That would make a good film!Midget:You don't know how much shit I've had to take off of black midgets, man.Ray:That's...Undeniably true.Ken:See, Jimmy,my wife was black.And I loved her very much.And in 1976, she was murdered by a white man. So...Where the fuck am I supposed to stand in all this blood and carnage?Midget:Did they get the guy who did it?Ken:A friend of mine got him.Ray:Harry Waters got him.Ken:So tell me, Jim,whose side do I fight on in this wonderful war?Midget:I think you need to weigh up all your options and let your conscience decide, Ken.Ken:Two manky hookers and a racist dwarf.I think I'm heading home.Ray:Yeah. I think I'll come with you.Midget:What's... Ray:Back off, shorty!Midget:You don't know karate.Ken:Don't say you didn't have it coming.Ray:Don't say you didn't have it coming.Shortarse!YURI'S HOMEKen:Meeting Yuri.Yuri:Yes, I'm Yuri.Yuri:Mr. Waters said that might be necessary.There are a lot of alcoves in the Koningin Astrid Park.You use this word, "alcoves"?Ken:"Alcoves"? Yes. Sometimes.Yuri:There are not many people around in these alcoves in Christmastime.If I were to murder a man, I would murder him here.Are you sure this is the right word, "alcoves"?Ken:"Alcoves," yes. It's kind of like "nooks and crannies."Yuri:"Nooks and crannies," yes. Perhaps this would be more accurate."Nooks and crannies," rather than "alcoves." Yeah.Yuri:You are going to do it, aren't you? Mr. Waters will be very disappointed...Ken:Of course I'm going to fucking do it.It's what I do.HOTLEMarie:Your friend was behaving rather oddly this morning.Ken:Oddly? How?Marie:Well, he asked me about the baby,and if I wanted a boy or a girl.I said I didn't mind as long as it's healthy, of course.But then he gave me 200 euros to give to the baby.I refused, obviously, but he was quite insistent.Would you give it back to him when you see him?I don't want to appear ungrateful,but it seemed like all the money he had.Ken:Do you know where he is now?Marie:He said he was going to the park.PARKKen:Sorry, Ray.Ken:I'm sorry.Ken:Ray, don't!Ray:Fucking hell! Where the fuck did you come from?Ken:I was behind the thing.What the fuck are you doing, Ray?Ray:What the fuck are you doing?Ken:Nothing.Ray:Oh, my God!You were gonna kill me. Ken:No, I wasn't.You were gonna kill yourself! Ray:What?I'm allowed to.Ken:No, you're not!Ray:What?I'm not allowed to and you are? How's that fair?Ken:Can we go somewhere and talk about this, please?Ken:I wasn't gonna go through with it, Ray.Ray:You fucking looked like you were gonna go fucking through with it.Where'd you get that gun?Ken:A friend of Harry's.Ray:Fuck, man.Let me see it.Silencer, too.Nice.Mine's a bloody girl's gun.Ken:I'm keeping it. Ray:Pardon me?Give me me gun back. Ken:You're not getting it back.You're a suicide case.Ray:And you were trying to shoot me in the fucking head.Ken:You're not getting that gun back.Ray:A great day this has turned out to be.I'm suicidal, me mate tries to kill me,me gun gets nicked and we're still in fucking Bruges.Ken:Listen, I'm gonna give you some money and put you on a train somewhere.Ray:Back to England?Ken:You can't go back to England, Ray. You'd be a dead man!Ray:I want to be a dead man.Have you been missing something?Ken:You don't want to be a dead man, Ray.Ray:I killed a little boy!Ken:Then save the next little boy.Just go away somewhere,get out of this business and try to do something good.You're not gonna help anybody dead.You're not gonna bring that boy back.But you might save the next one.Ray:What am I gonna be, a doctor?You need exams.Ken:Do anything, Ray. Do anything.ROOM(Dear Ken,I went to the park so she wouldn't have to clean it up.Ray)Ray:What a wanker!Ken:He said this whole trip,this whole being in Bruges thing,was just to give you one last, joyful memory before you died.Ray:In Bruges?The Bahamas, maybe.Why fucking Bruges?Ken:I suppose it's cheaper.TRAIN STATIONRay:The rest of the acid and the ecstasy.Can I have me gun back, please?What am I gonna do, Ken?What am I gonna do? Ken:Just keep moving.Keep on moving.Try not to think about it.Learn a new language, maybe?Ray:Sure, I can hardly do English.That's one thing I like about Europe, though.You don't have to learn any of their languages.Ken:Just forget about home for a while.See how the land lies in six years, seven years.Seven years is not that long.Ray:It's longer than that boy got.Me first fucking job.Great hitman I turned out to be.Ken:Some people just aren't cut out for it, Ray.Ray:Are you?Ray:When are you going back to England?Ken:I'll head back in a couple of hours or something.Ray:Harry's not gonna be mad at you, is he? For letting me go?Ken:I'll sort out Harry.Ray:Just tell him I'll have probably killed meself in a fortnight, anyway.Ken:You won't, will you, Ray?Ken:Harry? It's Ken.Listen to this noise.Do you know what that is?Yeah, I know you know it's a train.Do you know what train?Well, it's a train that Ray just got on,and he's alive and he's well,and he doesn't know where he's going and neither do I.So if you need to do your worst, do your worst.You've got the address of the hotel. I'll be here waiting.Because I've got to quite like Bruges, now.It's like a fucking fairytale or something.HARRY'S HOMEHarry's wife:Harry.Harry's wife:Harry!Harry:What?Harry's wife:It's an inanimate fucking object.Harry:You're an inanimate fucking object!Harry:Now, you lot be good for your mummy and lmamoto, okay?'Cause Daddy's got to go away for a few days.Harry's wife:Where are you going?Harry:I've got to go to Bruges.Harry's wife:Bruges? Where's that?Harry:It's in Belgium.Harry's wife:Why would anybody have to go to Belgium?Harry:'Cause I've got to sort something out.Harry's wife:Is it something to do with the phone?Harry:It's something to do with Ken.It's a matter of honor.Harry's wife:Well, it ain't gonna be dangerous, is it?Harry:Well, of course it's gonna be dangerous if it's a matter of fucking honor!Harry's wife:You are bringing the fellas with you?Tell me you're bringing the fellas with you.Harry.Harry:I'm sorry for calling you an inanimate object.I was upset.ON THE TRAINPolice:You're Irish? Ray:Yes.Police:What is your name?Ray:Derek Perlurrl.Police:You hit the Canadian.You hit the Canadian.Ray:I "heet" the Canadian?I don't know what you're talking about.Canadian:That's him! That's the motherfucker.Police:You hit the Canadian, yeah?Ray:Canadian? Shit.Police:We're taking you back to Bruges. Ray:Brilliant.YURI'S HOMEHarry:Aye aye.Yuri:Take your pick, Mr. Waters.Harry:An Uzi?I'm not from South Central Los fucking Angeles.I didn't come here to shoot20 black 10-year-olds in a fucking drive-by.I want a normal gun for a normal person.Yuri:I knew he wouldn't kill the guy.I could see it in his eyes when I was telling him about the alcoves.Harry:About the what? Yuri:The alcoves.The alcoves in the Koningin Astrid Park.Oh, I also have some dumdums.You use this word, "dumdums"?The bullets that make the head explode?Harry:Dumdums, yeah.Yuri:Would you like some of these dumdums?Harry:I know I shouldn't,but I will.Eirik:Motherfucker.Harry:Is he talking to me?Yuri:No, Eirik's on your side, Mr. Waters.Your young friend blinded him last night.Harry:Ray did?Eirik:I was trying to rob him and he took my gun from me.And the gun was full of blanks,and he shot the blank into my eye.And now, I cannot see from this eye ever again,the doctors say.Harry:Well, to be honest, it sounds like it was all your fault.Eirik:What?Harry:I mean, basically, if you're robbing a man and you're only carrying blanks,and you allow your gun to be taken off you,and you allow yourself to be shot in the eye with a blank,for which I assume the person has to get quite close to you, then,yeah, really, it's all your fault for being such a poof.So why don't you stop whingeing and cheer the fuck up?Yuri:Eirik, I really wouldn't respond.Eirik:I thought you wanted the guy dead?Harry:I do want the guy dead. I want him fucking crucified.But it don't change the fact that he stitched you up like a blind, little gay boy. Does it?Thanks for the gun, Yuri.SQUAREHarry:Well?Ken:The boy is suicidal, Harry.He's a walking dead man.Keeps going on about Hell and purgatory...Harry:When I phoned you yesterday, did I ask you,"Ken, will you do me a favor and become Ray's psychiatrist, please?"No. What I think I asked you was,"Could you go blow his fucking head off for me?""He's suicidal"?I'm suicidal. You're suicidal. Everybody's fucking suicidal!We don't all keep going on about it!Has he killed himself yet?No. So he's not fucking suicidal, is he?Ken:He put a loaded gun to his head this morning.I stopped him. Harry:He... What?This gets fucking worse!Ken:We were down in the park...Harry:Let me get this right. You were down in the park?What's that got to do with fucking anything?Let me get this right.Not only have you refused to kill the boy,you've even stopped the boy from killing himself,which would have solved my problem,which would have solved your problem,which sounds like it would've solved the boy's problem.Ken:It wouldn't have solved his problem.Harry:Ken, if I had killed a little kid, accidentally or otherwise,I wouldn't have thought twice.I'd have killed myself on the fucking spot.On the fucking spot.I'd have stuck the gun in me mouth on the fucking spot!Ken:That's you, Harry.The boy has the capacity to change.The boy has the capacity to do something decent with his life.Harry:Excuse me, Ken. I have the capacity to change.Ken:Yeah, you do.You've the capacity to get fucking worse!Harry:Yeah, now I'm getting down to it!Ken:Harry, let's face it.And I'm not being funny, I mean no disrespect,but you're a cunt.You're a cunt now, you've always been a cunt.And the only thing that's gonna change is you're gonna become an even bigger cunt.Maybe have some more cunt kids.Harry:Leave my kids fucking out of it.What have they done?You fucking retract that bit about my cunt fucking kids!Ken:I retract that bit about your cunt fucking kids.Harry:Insulting my fucking kids! That's going overboard, mate!Ken:I retracted it, didn't I?Still leaves you being a cunt.Harry:Yeah, I fucking got that.Harry:Where's Ray now?Ken:Oh, right about now, Ray is in one or other of the one million towns in mainland Europe it's possible to be in, other than here.POLICE OFFICERay:I'll get all the money back to you soon as I get through to me friend.Chloe:It's not a problem, Raymond.Ray:And I'll get all your acid and your ecstasy back to you, too.Chloe:English humor!SQUAREHarry:I'm assuming you've got your gun on you.Ken:That Yuri bloke's a funny fella, isn't he?Harry:He does yoga.Ken:"The alcoves."Harry:Was he going on to you about the alcoves?Ken:"The alcoves in the Koningin Astrid Park." Harry, I know you gotta do what you gotta do.It's a bit crowded round here, you know?Harry:Well, I'm not gonna have a shootout in the middle of a thousand fucking Belgians, am I?Not to mention the other nationalities,just on their holidays. Ken:Hmm.To see the swans and the Gothic and all the fairytale stuff, eh?Harry:Are you trying to fucking wind me up?Ken:No, Harry.Harry:On top of calling me a cunt and calling me kids cunts.I might just have to fucking shoot you right here.Christ!Ken:Let's go up the bell tower.Be quiet up there this time of evening.Let's go up there.Ray:Yeah. Canadians.I feel a bit bad.They didn't kill John Lennon, did they?Anyway, supposed to turn up to court here in two days.Chloe:Are you going to turn up? Ray:Don't know.What have I got to stay for really?Chloe:The most beautiful woman you've ever seen in all of your stupid life.Clerk:The tower is closed this evening.Ken:No way. It's supposed to be open till 7:00.Clerk:The tower is usually open until 7:00.Yesterday an American had a heart attack up the tower.Today the tower is closed.Harry:Here, cranky, here's 100 for you.We're only gonna be 20 minutes.Clerk:The tower is closed this evening.Understand, Englishman?Ray:Jimmy, I've been wanting to say I'm really sorry for karate-chopping you the other night.That was way out of order.Midget:You know, Ray,I'd find it easier to believe and forgive you, somehow,if the two of you weren't laughing straight in my fucking face!It's for the goddamn movie, man.Ken:It is a nice town, Harry.I'm glad I got to see it.I didn't mean to be taking the piss out of it being a fairytale place.It is a fairytale place.It really is. Harry:Hmm.It's just a shame it's in Belgium, really.But then you figure if it wasn't in Belgium,if it was somewhere good,there'd be too many people coming to see it.It would spoil the whole thing.Ken:Well, I'm glad I got to see it before I died.Harry:What are you doing?What are you fucking doing?Ken:I'm not fighting anymore, Harry.Harry:All right, then I'm blowing your fucking head off.Don't come over all Gandhi. What are you fucking doing?Ken, stop messing about, please.Pick up your gun. I know I'm going to beat you anyway'cause you're a spaz, but... Ken:Harry,I'm totally in your debt.The things that have gone between us in the past,I love you unreservedly for all that.Harry:What?Ken:For your integrity.For your honor.I love you.The boy had to be let go.The boy had to be given a chance.And if to do that, I had to say,"Fuck you, and fuck what I owe you,"and fuck everything that's gone on between us,"then that's what I had to do.But I'm not fighting you.And I accept, totally, everything you've got to do.I accept it. Totally.Harry:Oh, yeah?Ken:Yeah.Harry:Well, you say all that fucking stuff,I can't fucking shoot you now, can I?Ken:It's entirely up to you, Harry.It's entirely your call.All I'm saying is I'm not fighting.Ken:Oh, you fucking cunt!Harry:Look, I'm not gonna do nothing to you just 'cause you're standing about like Robert fucking Powell.Ken:Like who? Harry:Like Robert fucking Powell out of Jesus of fucking Nazareth!Ken:My fucking leg!Midget:The psycho dwarf turns out to just be a loveable little schoolboy,and it's all some kind of Boschian nightmare.Kiss my ass!Ray:I guess at least there weren't any black people involved, eh, Jimmy?Midget:I wasn't...I wasn't talking about...Ray:There's gonna be a war between all the blacks and all the whites.And all the black midgets and all the white midgets,which would actually be really good.Midget:That's just cocaine.Ray:He didn't even want the Vietnamese on his side!Midget:That's just cocaine.Listen, we're filming down by the pointy building tonight.It might actually be good for once.You guys should come along.Chloe:We...I think we're just gonna have a quiet one tonight, Jimmy.Midget:That's how it is!In another life.Ray:They're great, aren't they?You didn't. You didn't!Eirik:Mr. Waters? Mr. Waters?Harry:Who's that? Eirik:It's Eirik.Harry:The blind boy? Eirik:Yeah.Yes.Harry:What do you fucking want?Eirik:The guy you're looking for,the guy Ray, he's downstairs at the bar.Harry:I'm sorry, Ken.Harry:But you can't kill a kid and expect to get away with it.Harry:You just can't.Harry:Where? Eirik:To the left when you come out.The bar to the left.Ray:Ken!Ray:Ken! Ken!Ken:Harry's here.Ray:What?Ken:Take my gun.Ray:Ken?Where's my gun?Where's my gun?Ken:I'm gonna die now, I think.Ray:Oh, Ken!Jesus!HOTELRay:Put that gun away, right now!Marie:Mr. Blakely said you had left.Ray:I need the key to the room right now.Quickly, now!And you gotta go home right now.It's very, very dangerous here.All right? Go home! Right now! Marie:Okay.Marie:No, I won't let you up there!Harry:Lady, get out of my fucking way, please.Marie:No, I won't. I won't get out of your way.You'll have to go through me.Harry:Well, obviously, I'm not gonna through you, am I,with a baby and that? I'm a nice person.But could you just get out of the fucking way, please?Ray:Marie!Just let him come up, it's okay.Harry, swear not to start shooting until she's left the hotel.Harry:I swear not to start shooting till she's left the hotel.I totally swear.Marie:Well, I'm not going anywhere.This is my hotel.So you can fuck off!Harry:I suppose you've got a gun up there? Ray:Yeah.Harry:Then what are we gonna do? We can't stand here all night.Marie:Why don't you both put your guns down and go home?Harry:Don't be stupid. This is the shootout.Ray:Harry, I've got an idea. Harry:What?Ray:My room faces onto the canal, right?I'm gonna go back to me room, jump into the canal,see if I can swim to the other side and escape.Harry:Right. Ray:If you go outside and round the corner,you can shoot at me from there and try and get me.That way, we leave this lady and her baby out of the whole, entire thing.Harry:Do you completely promise to jump into the canal?I don't want to run out there, come back in 10 minutes and find you fucking hiding in a cupboard.Ray:I completely promise, Harry.I'm not gonna risk having another little kid die, am I? Harry:So, hang on, I go outside,then I go which way, right or left?Ray:You go right, don't you?You can see it from the doorway! It's a big fucking canal!Harry:All right. Jesus! I've only just got here, haven't I?Okay. On a count of "one, two, three, go," okay?Ray:Okay.Ray:What? Who says it?Harry:Oh, you say it.Marie:You guys are crazy.Ray:Are you ready? Harry:Ready.Ray:Set? Harry:Set.Ray:One, two, three, go!ON THE CANALRay:Keep driving!Ray:No way. You're way too far away.Ray:The little boy.Harry:That's right, Ray.The little boy.Harry:Oh.Harry:I see.Ray:No, Harry.Ray:He's not...Harry:You've got to stick to your principles.There's a Christmas tree somewhere in London with a bunch of presents underneath it that'll never be opened.And I thought, "If I survive all this,"I'll go to that house, apologize to the mother there,"and accept whatever punishment she chose for me."Prison, death, it didn't matter.Because at least in prison and at least in death, you know,I wouldn't be in fucking Bruges.But then, like a flash, it came to me, and I realized,"Fuck, man, maybe that's what Hell is."The entire rest of eternity spent in fucking Bruges!"And I really, really hoped I wouldn't die.I really, really hoped I wouldn't die.ENDhttp://www.douban.com/note/24344026/?post=ok#last

两个杀手，血迹斑斑，背负着自身的罪孽在布鲁日度假旅行。

年轻的杀手雷忧心忡忡满脸抑郁，年长的杀手肯轻松惬意略带思绪。

抑郁也罢，轻松也好，既然已抽身来到古雅的小镇，何不享受一下血腥职业生涯中难得的自由？

可剧情陡转直下，虽想悠游自在，“自由”二字却注定和他们无缘，乃是他们为之沦陷的噩梦：肯接到老板哈里的命令，要他杀掉雷，而肯不愿意使命令成为现实，于是大费周章，甚至丢掉性命；雷则一直心神意乱，困扰在误杀孩童的梦魇中脱不开身。

影片在二人懒懒散散的神游闲逛中刻画出他们的不自由，一个被迫去做不情愿做的事情，一个因心事而悲苦愁情不得安宁。

在布鲁日的冬日阳光下，他们要经历何种的周游，才能摆脱自身的阴霾？

除去高矮胖瘦，英俊臃肿这些体貌特征，电影用简洁略带情绪化的对话告诉我们，雷和肯的处世心态也不一样。

于肯而言，他不相信什么，但相信活着就要做一个好人，要遵循善的规则做事，比如最基本的扶老携幼。

雷马上接着说，扶老携幼？

在这个世道上，说不定那个你搀扶的老太婆还要怪你把她的东西提坏了呢。

他没什么善的观念，也没有什么信仰，也许他只有一个八字眉，永远挂在愁苦的脸上。

曾有两种自由观念在西方先后出现，古希腊柏拉图一派讲的是，自由关键在于拥有善。

人把握住了善，行动就得到了自由。

肯杀人，但他认为所杀的都是坏人，除去一个无辜者，那是为救自己兄弟而被肯杀死的男人。

在片尾哈里追杀而来，面对欲杀雷的哈里，肯陷入了一个轮回，他现在就成了为保护兄弟雷不被杀而反被杀手残害的人。

他之所以要去阻止哈里，那是去做他认为应该做的事，无论是否能够从往日的罪恶中解脱出来，至少在拯救雷的过程中，他能得到自由。

但这种对自由的看法忽视了这样一个事实：人有可能不清楚什么是善？

更有甚者本身就不是为拥有善而行动的，那这些人的行为还能不能得到自由？

肯认为自己是持守“善”的，可难道把坏人通通杀掉就能算善？

所以肯口中所言的“善”，定义并不清晰，他唯一坚持的不过是他自己给善下的定义。

片尾另一个相似的轮回更好的阐释出：若有的人所行之事本不以善为主旨，那此类行为将会产生多么可笑又可怕的现实。

这发生在哈里和雷之间，哈里认为雷误杀小孩应该死，因为这是拟定好了的规则。

而哈里杀雷时，无意间杀死了在场的侏儒，并将侏儒误认为小孩，按照自己所言的规则，他饮弹而亡。

当然，哈里的自尽绝非成仁之举，而只是死守被抽掉“善”的观念后徒留下的僵硬条款。

这是对失去灵魂的律法规则的绝妙嘲讽，它既不能迎来善，又无法避免恶，只能让彼此深陷在你来我往的同态复仇和冤冤相报中。

从肯到哈里，最糟糕的情况出现了，那就是现实生活中，有些人的确没有认识善和拥有善的能力，他们的行动怎么能称得上是自由？

于是便有了善外在于人的观念，这就是基督教的自由观，由神学家奥古斯丁率先写出。

他说，我们自身是无法把握住真理和善的，除非代表它们的上帝向我们显现，自由只能在于真理自身的给予，也就是在信仰神的恩典中才能享有自由。

也许从某种角度来说，在布鲁日即是在基督教中。

伯尔曼的恢弘巨著《宗教与革命》中有一章名为“城市法”，在讲述11、12世纪出现的新城市时，特别提到了布鲁日。

他说，这些城市不是世界历史上的第一批城市，但与它们完全相同的城市却从来不曾有过。

虽然，诸多的历史学家为这样一批城市在当时的出现提出了历史、经济、军事方面的因素，但伯尔曼还是添加上了他自己认为重要的两个因素：“宗教因素”和“法律因素”。

因为这些城市的建立都是宗教意义上的联合，是依靠相同的宗教价值和宗教仪式而结合起来的区域组织。

这时兴建的城市，无论精神还是特性都源于基督教教会。

布鲁日的建立来自于当时腓力伯爵所授予的特许状，在此基础上它建立起了自己的城市法律，甚至这些律法和规则都充满了改革现实和拯救俗世的宗教情怀。

借由伯尔曼的论述，我们来看看两个杀手在假期中游览的布鲁日。

两人对于游玩经过短暂争论后，雷跟着肯来到了杀手观光的第一站：“耶稣之血教堂”。

在幽暗的教堂中，烛光映射出雷的心事满怀和肯的敬畏虔诚。

第一站的用意或许在此：十字军的骑士带回耶稣死亡的血，而耶稣的死亡即所谓的“道成肉身”，在宗教意义上象征着耶稣用肉身代替世上的人承担了罪，而此后的世间众人就用信仰基督教来换取末日审判之时的救赎。

接下的画面是一幕幕鲜血淋淋的宗教油画。

油画用细腻的笔触展示了，人为其所犯下的罪孽而所要承担的种种痛苦和报应。

雷和肯最后在一副油画面前停下，那正是“末日审判”。

这一路的游览表现出雷既在自身的经历中纠结折磨，又完全忽视了走出困境应有的道路。

他对肃穆的教堂满不在乎正是因为他的救赎观念异常淡薄。

当他看到油画的惨烈场景时能激起心中恐惧，可对其中的蕴义则又全然不知。

接下来雷回忆起误杀幼童的场景，编导将其编排的极具宗教意味。

杀人的地点安排在教堂，时间布置为告诫之时，被杀者是神父，误杀者是正在祈祷的小孩，总之，一切的一切，都是站在了基督教的极端对立面。

雷的不自由，正是因为不懂行善的他忽略了“信仰”。

这类自由观念正是强调自由别无他法，只能在宗教信仰中寻求，神的恩典中得救。

对于信仰，雷似乎天生就是个绝缘体，对于罪过，他又有一步一惊心的敏感。

他能在教堂中毫不在意的嘲讽，却又在清晨薄雾中想起犯下的罪孽直掉眼泪；面对肯大谈教堂历史时漫不经心诙谐以对，而看到剥皮割肉的油画却又感到了受刑般的创痛。

虽然，在电影中的他喝酒泡妞打架斗殴饮酒吸毒，随性所至无所不做。

可一看见他那永远拧上发条的八字眉，任谁都知道，他拥有的是揪心苦闷而不是澄明自由。

在最后中枪的喃喃自语中，雷终于意识到这该死的布鲁日正是他末日审判后的炼狱。

当他在教堂中犯下后悔不已的恶行，却来到被宗教包裹一切的城镇里消磨时光，因为自身的罪恶，他在这里所有的际遇都转变成了铭心苦痛的受难与惩罚！

怪不得从始至终，他对布鲁日的态度是fuck到底。

在布鲁日，杀手当然没有假期，杀手只能去面壁。

在布鲁日，爱情也并非遗忘愧疚往事的途径，金发女郎的美丽与温情掩盖不了她是毒贩和抢劫犯的本质。

在布鲁日，想一劳永逸的解脱，自杀却无法成功，因为别人的枪永远比自己的快准狠。

在布鲁日，就算坐上逃亡的列车远离，结果仍旧要被阴差阳错的带回。

在布鲁日，雷连最后死亡的姿态与场景都是他所犯罪孽的重现。

这如宛如圣城又似鬼域的布鲁日，如此荒诞，如此扯淡，甚至连最后的落幕也是迷惑与茫然。

在弥留时刻的雷一边咒骂布鲁日，一边他低语他不想死。

这个瞬间，他说他灵光乍现，那是他正开始接近自由呢，还是更加远离了自由？

　　In Bruges这部电影，一个中心词就是原则，具体到这个电影，用中国人熟悉的一个词来说，就是义，用西方人熟悉的词来说，就是knighthood，也就是骑士精神。

为了这些做人的原则，他们都付出了自己的生命。

　　　　为了一个义字，ken豁出自己的性命也要保护自己的朋友Ray，面对着忠义不能两全的情况，在塔楼上，他选择了忠。

放弃了抵抗。

当然，对于胖胖的Ken来说，义要比忠大，毕竟之前他已经放走了Ray一次，在塔楼的楼梯间，他听到Ray还活着，义又一次压倒了忠，他再次跟老板搏斗。

最后为了一个义字，他用生命去警告自己的朋友。

至于为什么义能够压倒忠。

这个也符合亲亲疏疏的儒家原则，他感觉自己离朋友近。

他对于老板，只是觉得自己欠他的，敬重他。

并没有卑躬屈膝的感觉　　　　他的老板，为了维护“保护弱小”这个大义，要杀死自己的员工，最后也为了这个大义而自杀。

　　　　Ray就像个大孩子，他临死前劝自己的老板不要自杀，也体现了人性的光辉，也符合义和忠的原则。

　　　　总之，总结这部电影，那就是人们为了的原则，放弃了自己的生命。

体现了人性的光辉。

　　　　另外，这个片子，就本质而言，其精神内核，都像吴宇森的《纵横四海》《英雄本色》还有昆汀 塔兰蒂诺的Reservoir Dogs

迷影背后是科恩昆丁。

麦克唐纳延续《枕头人》里的关怀，童年、暴力和无所适从。

戏剧观上接通《等待戈多》，文本则与《麦吉与尼基》互文，导演显然期待《低级小说》式的“绞合性的爆发”。

对于误杀儿童的不容忍更多出于一种原教旨的人道主义而不能够被认为是追求完美的犯罪者强迫症发作。

麦克唐纳偏执的道义观与写实主义完全不可兼容，正如他在片中反复提及的《时光大盗》，吉列姆提供的写作方式或许是他有意参照的：去历史主义的宗教漫画和反对现代影像科技主义的疯癫超现实（本片中最后一场由布鲁日片场的拍摄场面完成“戏仿”对于现实的介入）。

可贵之处在于麦克唐纳精心设计的循环赋予了这一脱线日志以杀手职业本质（反上帝）与道德理想主义的悖论视野，并几乎完成了对这一论题的评价。

如同片中展示中世纪宗教画作有关但丁神话及审判日寓言的视觉呈式，《杀手无假期》头尾相接的因果狡计揭示的是有关救赎历史的密码，人物行动所遭遇的不可预知的往复无间反对的是不再信仰自然宇宙理性或“上帝之国”的“历史的命运”或“进步之轮”。

麦克唐纳将一切的人物关系和动力给定在了报复性的反复之中，但最终留给法瑞尔一条性命（由于坠楼者的舍身警告）则似乎说明导演本人站在历史神意论的对立面，仍然最大限度的肯定人性，并将之视为取消救赎后唯一超越性的可能。

对我来说，还很找到一个合适的形容词来形容这个电影。

因为它不属于我看过的任何一种类型片，我只知道这个电影绝对对得起你在上面花费的时间。

全班英伦的班底在演员上绝对够阵势，Colin Farrell和Ralph Fiennes这样重量级到演员的影响力足够分量。

拍摄取景比利时的布鲁日，保存完好的中世纪建筑和湖里的天鹅在画面上绝对对得起观众，托尼奖和奥斯卡的编导Martin McDonagh在剧情的掌控上更是高潮迭起。

委婉的低音钢琴是不是的衬托环境，对我来说这是今年no country for oldman之后看过最精彩的电影。

IMDB高达8.1的高分也很能说明问题，烂番茄中好番茄含量也有70%多。

因为是剧情，剧透当然是不够道德的。

我只来说一下，很长时间我没有这样百感交集过。

最具象征意义的在结尾，ray再次闯入那个片场，鬼怪装扮的演员在城堡里走动，烟雾弥漫，光线迷离。

这大概是这部电影最为真切比喻：我们谁也不知道现在身处的到底是地狱还是人间。

尽管有很多幽默的对白，比如美国的侏儒和胖子游客，这个世界上有轻松的存在，当我们面对自身的困境和难题时，都是这样的艰难，即便是在童话般的布鲁日。

电影没有对我们是应该逃避还是面对作出主观的臆断，只是在陈述问题的所在，让观众自己来选择。

每个孩子都应该有一次机会，不管这个机会的代价有多大，年迈的老者还是愿意用自己的一切来让身边的希望走得更远。

看完电影，容易对英国人产生如下映像：1.尊重人权，保护儿童、妇女是道德底线。

杀手误杀了孩童，内疚痛心直至要了结自己。

杀手组织也因为该杀手犯了戒要斩立决。

2.做人很讲原则，一视同仁。

杀手头目因错杀了孩童（其实是侏儒）最后也饮弹自尽。

杀手尚且如此，更无论那些英国绅士了。

现代公民素质，受过良好教育，彬彬有礼等一系列光辉形象拔地而起。

有钱去英国旅游吧，孩子成绩好去读英伦名校吧。

看电影时，我就猜导演或者编剧应该是英国人。

之后一查果然，准确的说应该是英格兰人。

现实世界中的英国人咋样了：1.20世纪初英国人使用集中营来打压南非的布尔人。

10%的布尔人都死在集中营里，包括22000名被饿死或打死的儿童。

还开创了集中营的先例，那脆就是学的这个，希特勒说，British ruthlessness and absense of moral scruples。

2.就在2021年6月，加拿大一所原住民寄宿学校旧址地下挖出215具儿童遗骸，再次揭开原住民遭受种族灭绝的那段黑暗历史。

在1894年至1947年间，所有的加拿大印第安人儿童都被法律强制要求就读寄宿学校，推算下来，这也是英国殖民者干的事。

这些寄宿学校表面上是帮助原住民儿童融入加拿大社会，并成为具有教育背景与投票权的公民，实则是进行文化清洗，消除原住民文化与信仰对儿童的影响，并以同化政策迫使儿童与父母分离，便于控制。

再来看看历史上，英国佬是如何尊重人权的：1.19世纪英国殖民者彻底灭绝了塔斯马尼亚的原住民，还强迫妇女将丈夫的头颅挂在胸前。

2.明知道印度人不吃牛，穆斯林不吃猪，还拿沾了猪油和牛油的子弹发给东印度公司下属的部队，造成印度民族大起义，然后镇压。

3.罪恶的黑奴贩卖，实行罪恶的三角贸易，把成千上万黑人贩卖到美洲4.修建苏伊士运河过程中，将十几万埃及农民饿死5.爱尔兰大饥荒，剥削完爱尔兰农民后，见死不救，坐视爱尔兰人饿死100多万，丧失了四分之一的人口，连奥斯曼苏丹送过去的救济粮都被英女王截留，这也激起了爱尔兰人的民族意识，促使了爱尔兰自由邦的建立。

6.类似的，东印度公司控制下的孟加拉，1770年大饥荒死了1000多万，人口锐减三分之一。

1943年再次发生大饥荒，又死了300万。

而这些都是英国人搞出来的政策性饥荒。

“我讨厌印度人。

他们是残忍的民族，有着野蛮的宗教。

饥荒是他们自己的错，他们繁殖起来象兔子。

” ——丘吉尔国际政治史上也是最大的搅屎棍：1.侵略过世界上90%的国家，历史上没有被英国侵略过的国家据说只有22个2.搞所谓“大陆均势”、“光荣独立”，利用欧洲各国矛盾互相挑唆对方开战3.巴以问题是早就布好的局，领土纠纷到现在也无法解决4.印巴分治，克什米尔问题5.麦克马洪线，挑动中印边境问题6.杜兰线割走阿富汗普什图人一半领土，现在巴基斯坦西北边境都纷乱不堪7.赛克斯-皮科协定，分裂阿拉伯国家8.教唆波兰入侵苏俄，导致后来震惊世界的卡廷惨案所以有人说，如果地上有块石头妨碍人们走路，那这石头十有八九是英国人放的。

再来看看是怎么对付中国的：作为世界最大的贩毒分子，在印度强迫农民种植罂粟，再卖到中国，发动鸦片战争，开启了中国的百年屈辱史。

多次支持西藏独立，即使是中国正在与日本交战的时候。

支持阿古柏入侵新疆。

在抗日战争中关闭滇缅铁路。

再来看现在的香港问题，知乎上有个高人分析得很清楚：英国人先是通过战争一步步夺取海外殖民地，然后是用分而治之的策略因地制宜的统治殖民地，再到民族独立运动兴起时，帝国进入末期，就是培养殖民地人民对英国的忠诚与好感，以退为进实现“再殖民化”。

香港回归后，英国人走了，可是英国人建立的宪政体制和法律制度基本上保留下来了，这套体系只有英国人培养起来的、会操作这套制度运作的政治精英玩得转，他们接管了殖民地政权。

由英国人培养出来的政治和商业精英把持政权，这就是大英帝国撤退战略的精髓所在：培养地方精英的政治忠诚，实现幕后遥控，培养民众的独立公民意识，实现分而治之。

与此同时，围绕这种制度运作形成的文化价值观也保留了下来，而这种文化价值观反过来又会不断强化这些政治精英对英国的文化认同和政治忠诚，成为维系帝国与独立之后的殖民地的纽带。

另外，我常说疫情是个大考，各国政府的施政能力、执政基础，各国公民的基本素质和道德水平都能看得清清楚楚，随便摘几条有关英国的新闻：1.据英国《每日邮报》报道，一英国男子挨家挨户兜售假疫苗，1400元一剂，重点是老人。

2.据几家法国和德国媒体报道，为了预防和控制英国新发现的传染性更强的新冠病毒突变株，欧洲许多国家对英国采取了更严格的入境和旅行限制。

令人震惊的是，在瑞士的一个滑雪胜地，429名英国人拒绝瑞士当局的隔离要求，在半夜集体逃离...3.据英国《金融时报》报道，因为严重缺少卡车司机，英国国内大部分加油站都供应不足。

零售商称至少已有2000个加油站都无油可加。

随之而来的便是英国人极度恐慌性购买、长达数英里排队加油的车队以及加油站的打斗，大量居民蜂拥至加油站“挤兑”加油，排队时打架甚至拔刀子的新闻屡屡见诸报端。

英国政府不得不派出200名军用油罐车人员，其中100人是司机，来协助运送燃油到加油站。

因为无油可加，导致英国社会瘫痪，比如很多医护人员因为无法加油上班，很多患者原本预约好的手术不得不推迟，根据英国智库公共政策研究所估计，受疫情影响，英国约有1.95万名癌症患者没有得到及时诊断，目前积压的癌症治疗服务可能需要10年才能消化完。

此前政府不关心人民死活，躺平搞群体免疫更不谈了。

知乎上有留学经历的人反馈的对英国人的映像：https://www.zhihu.com/question/268608476https://www.zhihu.com/question/31921693/answer/311707590翻开史与今，一个国家的所作所为，他的国民性都能看得到，岂是拍拍电影就能乔装打扮过去的？！

仅仅看影片简介，《In Bruges》显然不是我的那杯茶，但我还是选择与之共度两个小时。

电影讲得是两个杀手奉命展开的一场“假期”之旅，辗转间竟谱就一出黑色幽默，让人忍俊不禁之余也会静心想一想。

影片景设欧洲名镇——布鲁日，建筑古老沧桑中暗藏一种淡定从容，风景典雅清丽中自显一丝悠闲自在，音乐舒缓轻扬中时有一份忧伤低沉，人物性格鲜明，嬉笑怒骂举手投足间，演技无懈可击。

Ray，抵达布鲁日之初，就非常烦躁郁闷，竖着个浓黑八字眉，古迹美景视若无睹，牢骚满腹，四处挑衅。

他的伙伴Ken，则悠哉游哉，一副既来之则安之的游客心态，欣享着名画古迹，流连在美景酒肆。

及后，方知初出茅庐的Ray，因为失手错杀无辜孩童，不得不避祸布鲁日。

他不能摆脱记忆中的血色，美酒佳人，也难减灵魂的重荷。

而老练的职业杀手Ken，则在无情指令下犹豫踌躇，不但不忍把枪口指向并肩的同伴，还及时喝止了他自杀的冲动。

温情，在那一刻绽放，但这样的转折，却又出离了杀手本应具备的冷酷与理智。

不知是因为厌倦了打打杀杀的日子呢，还是因为封存在来不及打开的遗书里的某个缘由，或者就是生无可恋，Ken把生的希望留给了毛头小伙，自己则公然挑衅坦然向死。

令不能行的Harry，大怒之下，披挂上阵，亲自追杀到布鲁日。

面对垂手就死的Ken，Harry也矛盾、也挣扎，最终还是选择了他的原则——无论如何，他要为枉死的男童索命。

而当自己犯下同样的错，穿透Ray的子弹也殃及到其身后视线不能及的侏儒，残留着余烟的枪管毫不犹豫得转向自己，坚定得扣下扳机，以命偿命。

细节的精致，让我品咂出盗亦有道的味道。

但为此赔上四条人命？

与所谓原则相比，人命似乎反而变得轻贱起来......这部影片里的三个杀手，都脱离了刻板的职业形象，各有特色；情节流转，更是出人意料，的确如你所言，不落俗套。

而且自己鲜少看这一类型的片子，所以观影中充满了新鲜感。

尤其值得一提的是精彩的电影原声。

影片一开始，音乐就一直在背景里铺垫过渡着，钢琴的轻快与大提琴的低沉交织，映衬着角色情绪的波动与矛盾；不急不徐的韵律，与欧洲一贯以之的缓慢节奏相呼应，似乎让人松弛了神经，而其实若有似无的不安躁动，一直在焖烧锅内积聚，等着沸腾的那一刻。

当Ken拖着流血的躯体，艰难得拾阶而上，《On Raglan Road》开始响起，低沉的男中音在耳边轻吟浅唱，远远的爱尔兰风笛飘来，酝酿了很久的情绪开始喷薄而出；等他在塔顶站定，俯身远眺，四周雾气朦胧；当硬币一个个坠落，路人好奇得驻足仰望；他整饰好衣装，凌空一跃，此刻的我，已全然沉浸在The Dubliners带来的充满爱尔兰风情的民谣中，哀而不伤，等待着一个似乎无可避免的结局。

On Raglan RoadOn Raglan Road on an autumn dayI saw her first and knewThat her dark hair would weave a snareThat I might one day rueI saw the danger and I passedAlong the enchanted wayAnd I said:"Let grief, be a fallen leafAt the dawning of the day"On Grafton Street in NovemberWe tripped lightly along the ledgeOf a deep ravine where can be seenThe worth of passion’s pledgeThe Queen of Hearts still making tartsAnd I not making hayOh I loved too much and by suchBy such is happiness thrown awayI gave her gifts of the mindI gave her the secret signsThat's known to the artists who have knownThe true gods of sound and stoneAnd word and tint did not stintI gave her poems to sayWith her own name there and her own dark hairLike clouds over fields of MayOn a quiet street where old ghosts meetI see her walking nowAway from me so hurriedlyMy reason must allowThat had I loved not as I shouldA creature made of clayWhen the angel woos the clayHe'd lose his wings at the dawn of day

1---"In Bruges"鄙视Bruges的唧唧歪歪Ray感叹Bruges是个"Shithole'的开始...此鄙视态度Ray始终由头至尾地延续着. 甚至到了谢幕,Ray的最后一句遗言:"I really,really hoped I wouldn't die." 也好似在郁闷地抱怨"我真的真的实在不想死在这Fucking Bruges Shithole" 我才想他真心的对Bruges咬牙切齿.再有导演兼编剧Martin McDonagh也刻意把片名起作"In Bruges". 许多观众觉得那样起是为了表达出置身于Bruges的宗教氛围,以照应其救赎的主旋律.但我偏偏觉得如此取名有一部分原因是出于Ray的对于Bruges的Shithole情结....(看过影片,我个人感觉Bruges真是美伦美幻,或许只是纯粹由于我长这么大也没有几次能直接或间接地目睹过歌特建筑群的优雅古朴.至于Ray,正如他解释.从小便在爱尔兰的-都柏林(Dublin)住惯了,索性不感冒)而导演为何要在本应当意味深长的结尾,竟以Ray的垂死调侃Bruges做为收场??:(表达了对小男孩母亲的歉悔之意...Ray接着说:)prison, death,it didn't matter - Because at least in prison and at least in death,you know, - I wouldn't be in fucking Bruges. - But then, like a flash,it came to me, and I realized, - ''Fuck, man, maybe that's what Hell is.'' - ''The entire rest of eternity spent in fucking Bruges!'' - And I really, really hoped I wouldn't die. - I really, really hoped I wouldn't die."入狱, 死掉, 这都没什么. 因为就算要进监狱或者就算要去死, 你知道..我都不要选在这他妈B的布鲁日. 但接着, 突然间闪过一个直觉, 我意识到, "我操,这恐怕是最惨的情况了","安详地长眠在这他妈B的布鲁日" 我真的真的希望我不要死,我真的真的希望我不要死...."觉得这样翻译才算贴切(请原谅我为了追求原味而使用了"他妈B的"),其他的翻译,通病都在于把hell与a flash解释为"地狱"和"一道光芒". 而like a flash一定是"闪过,掠过"的意思.如果是"象道光芒"则一定得要写成like a flash of lighting.而maybe that's what Hell is基本上与正式意义上的地狱无关,与who the hell are you?同理,只为了表明情绪态度...谢幕的调侃,我只能把这些归结为英国式的黑色幽默,天晓得Bruges究竟与哪些英国人有什么过节,当然这种八成只有英国人才能会心一笑的幽默,非英人士真的不应该过份扯淡. 只求点到为止.2- "In Bruges"的反美情结"In Bruges"刚接触我还习惯性的妄想其是好莱坞制造,但看着看着便自然不觉得了.因为身为一号男主角的Ray是个彻头彻尾的反美主义者.他尤其和美利坚过不去可以表现在:先是鄙视了三只来自美国的麦当劳大象,又在餐厅当众打了一个指责他女朋友吸烟的男士和一位向他挥舞致命酒瓶的女士.Ray戏称他们为"Yankee"(美国佬),却在后来发现他们其实是加拿大佬Orz.下一件壮举是借着海洛英的亢奋劲儿用假正经的空手道放倒了一个有严重种族主义倾向的美国侏儒.还要补充的是Ray还为身受美国人所害的越南人和英国披头士乐队主唱列侬抱不平.3--Ray,Ken & HarryRay其角色在影片中最逗最吸引人,一脸蛋忧郁无辜的小样,消极悲观,既犯贱又憨厚的态度,还拌有悲喜无常的歇斯底里,而其处境又让人深感怜悯,有点英国式幽默的韵味.Ken则是三人中比较正常的性情中人.喜欢把晚辈视为亲弟弟般照顾,把上司视为长辈般尊敬.至于他在星空下的钟楼里向着Harry郑重的重复了两次"I love u",大家千万不要误解成老男人搞断背.人家老外对于爱情,亲情,友情,兄弟之情,姐妹之情等等等等的感情通用表达式即为"I love u".对某人的深厚感情,用"I love u"表达,既纯真而直接.(当然一般情况下没必要太深情,不然真的会认为是搞断背的 )Harry我们都知道他不是恶棍,他只是个连孕妇都会迁就的原则崇拜型杀手,也是手下敬爱的模范好老大.虽然有偏爱用"Fucking"当形容词的癖好,有些臭脾气.不过他真的不什么恶棍.可是他出于原则性问题,义无返顾地追杀一号男主角,因而触动了商业片法则,受以反派角色之待遇.当Harry的光荣饮弹谢罪,他却偏偏没意识到这一切只不过是一场有点儿复杂的误会,可怜的Harry此时光荣指数大打折扣,倒霉地在结尾高潮处挂掉了...4-理论上, Ray最后死了.理论上,Ray最终还是死了,只是我们没能亲眼证实.就如同Ken,是种因果循环.Ken曾毙掉了一个向他挥舞致命酒瓶的好人,其人则是为了保护兄弟而牺牲.Ken也同样为了保护情深意重的Ray而牺牲.所以Ray必然会遭遇子弹穿胸,就象他如此对待那位神父一样.一样得死掉...当然,这仅仅是理论上的事儿...5-给他四颗我喜欢黑色幽默,因此喜爱"In Bruges".黑色喜剧习惯以黑暗的故事为基调.营造出一种拌有忧伤的黑暗幽默.但毕竟再好也是跳不出商业片这道槛,所以四颗星理所应得.

1，柯林的表演有学习德尼罗的倾向，既不出彩，也无差错；2，港化，无间团队可以翻拍，or老杜的作坊也成；3，事关救赎、荣誉，色调和音乐都很出位，关注编导Martin McDonagh钢琴流水的忧郁ost中，Luke Kelly 的 On Raglan Road 冷不丁的安魂曲般的流出，恰到好处的点缀和烘托到大陆某个秀美的城镇翻拍吧，呵呵 PS:http://www.hooleys.com/Luke%20Kelly%20-%20On%20Raglan%20Road.mp3On Raglan Road on an Autumn Day,I saw her first and knewThat her dark hair would weave a snareThat I may one day rue.I saw the danger, yet I walkedAlong the enchanted wayAnd I said let grief be a falling leafAt the dawning of the day.On Grafton Street in November,We tripped lightly along the ledgeOf a deep ravine where can be seenThe worst of passions pledged.The Queen of Hearts still baking tartsAnd I not making hay,Well I loved too much; by such and suchIs happiness thrown away.I gave her the gifts of the mind.I gave her the secret signThat's known to all the artists who haveKnown true Gods of Sound and Time.With word and tint I did not stint.I gave her reams of poems to sayWith her own dark hair and her own name thereLike the clouds over fields of May.On a quiet street where old ghosts meet,I see her walking now away from me,So hurriedly. My reason must allow,For I have wooed, not as I shouldA creature made of clay.When the angel woos the clay, he'll loseHis wings at the dawn of the day.

看第一遍的时候，由于电影没有旁白，也不是平铺直叙的演绎风格，到了10多分钟，感觉就是不知所云，但又隐约觉得有搞头。

沉稳且牛逼的音乐一直稳稳的hold住了我。

当故事和画面越发的丰富和立体之后，开始为这部电影拍案叫绝。

在钟楼的高潮过后，电影的收尾让我觉得有点不完美。

浓郁的编剧风格扑面而来，一种“善恶到头终有报”的因果循环论给电影定下了最后的基调，可能我更希望是开放性的结尾。

看第二遍的时候，就愈发的赞美这部电影精巧的构思和对细节的拿捏甚至是无所不在的黑色幽默、隐喻和暗示。

首先说下名字。

《杀手没有假期》这个译名我认为不太好，剧透了“杀手、假期”两个原先片名没有提到的关键词。

如果是我，可能会翻成《新碟中谍》或者《日布鲁日》（回翻过去就是《mission impossible 》、《f**king Bruges》）甚至《两个爱尔兰男人和一个英格兰男人在比利时的奇遇》这种搞笑的。

当然我最倾向于直译。

然后看细节。

细节太多，说几个我喜欢的。

1.为什么是布鲁日？

两个杀手在喝啤酒的时候第一次在电影中暗示了他们的身份，和前来布鲁日的猜测。

ray表现的很茫然，显然他不仅还没走出误杀小正太的阴霾，而且本能的排斥这座充满中世纪宗教风格的欧洲小镇，也许在他看来，布鲁日就和他的心情一样，看上去是那么的肃穆和压抑，这个鬼地方他一秒钟都不想多呆。

而老谋深算的ken却隐约感觉，有job。

ken的猜测很有道理：好比从来都是在上海活动的上海籍杀手，放假去个松江、崇明了不得了，去特么北京干嘛？

完全没道理。

2.ray和chloe的邂逅。

这段极搞。

在某电影片场的外面，那个焦躁、易怒的都柏林小伙子，一看到美女，整个人立马就亮了，他深情的望着chole，无法抽离。

而当时chloe正巧在和侏儒交易毒品，转身的时候突然看到一个很囧的男人似乎是面带恶意的紧盯着她，这不由让她警惕起来。

突然燃烧起来的ray小睿智的就买通了侏儒去接近chole。

而当chloe发现这个突如其来的男人不是条子，而是个把她当成搞影视工作的傻小子，不仅松了一口气，还忍俊不禁的看ray如何扣女。

在看完ray极尽所能的阐述自己对电影艺术的理解，各种show文艺之后，chole给了ray电话号码。

看到这里，我只能说：我特么又相信了爱情！

说句题外话，在豆瓣看来，这也许是一部讲述3个男人爱恨情仇的故事，所以主演员表上只列了ken、ray和harry三个名字。

小美人克蕾曼丝波西都不留个坑位，略微有些坑爹啊。

3.留言条电影中有一句台词，是：no news is good news。

ken在拿到harry的留言条时，不禁说了一句：shit。

他为什么要说shit？

因为他先前的感觉应验了，来布鲁日，是有任务的，不是休假。

那么，会是什么样的任务？

会不会是。。。

总之ken的心情异常的沉重，沉重到难以入睡。

极具反差效果的是：扣女有戏的ray喜气洋洋的回到了旅馆，眉飞色舞的说自己喝了多少多少酒。

4.耶稣的血ken答应了ray晚上泡妞的事宜，条件是白天的行程听ken安排。

在圣血教堂，ken对ray第一次且唯一一次的大发雷霆，他兴致勃勃说了耶稣的血的典故，并问ray去不去，ray说：非要去么？

ken突然暴怒说：是啊你特么一定要去么？

你特么当然可以不去！

镜头随后给出的是ray离开的背影和ken的气愤与无奈。

按说以ken儒雅的性格，不该发这么大的火，也许他气的不是一个完全不懂历史和文化的小屁孩口吐狂言对神灵不敬。

也许他气的是，自打和ray来布鲁日之后，他没有看到ray有丝毫的忏悔，即使是在神灵面前。

也许他无奈的是，这个傻小子，什么都不知道。

5.圣血教堂门口的长椅离开了压抑的教堂，ray坐在教堂门口的长椅上，呆呆的看着风景。

他先是看到了片场遇到的侏儒，满心欢喜的跟侏儒打招呼，没想到被嗑药过度的侏儒彻底的无视了，情绪突变到愤怒。

然后他扭头看到了长椅另一端的老人和狗，他看着一动不动的老人，和一条眼睛有点怪异的看上去有点丑的狗，似乎另一种情绪又重新占领了他的思绪，在他的目光聚集到广场上两个活蹦乱跳的孩子身上时，他的表情变的抽象和狰狞。

没错，ray表现出的，正是忏悔。

值得玩味的是，之后ray想自杀，也是坐在一条长椅上。

6.接电话演戏在ray外出泡妞未归，ken一个人在房间里看黑白犯罪片的时候，harry的电话如约而至。

ken淡定的编造了ray在厕所而没有外出的假象。

甚至一人分饰两角变成了一个专业的演员。

够搞的是，harry反而是希望ray不在旁边叫ken把ray支走。

ken只好将骗就骗的再演了下去。

演到最后都不耐烦了，满心的自我嘲讽写在脸上，好像在说“我特么真特么没事找事啊”，但是当他亲耳听到harry给他的任务之后，他的脸，立即变得凝重和痛苦。

7.嗑粉原本正打算春宵一刻的ray，还没爽到就遭遇了“情色陷阱”，瞬间再也不相信爱情了。

错杀了正太，一冲动打了加拿大人，又遭遇“情色陷阱”一枪打爆光头哥的眼睛，一切的一切，发生的是那么的连贯而又无法挽回。

这让ray沮丧到了谷底，唯一不感到沮丧的是他从chole的住处K到了一点粉。

正巧在酒吧遇到了同样纠结和沮丧的ken，连同之后碰到的侏儒和荷兰妓女，几个人开了房激情的high。

high翻了的侏儒抛出了种族主义圣战的演说。

ken问侏儒：自己老婆是黑人，被白人杀了。

他身为白人应该站在哪边？

这里出现了双重暗示。

第一个暗示是之前给ken调粉的女子是黑人，某种程度上的不谋而合。

第二个暗示是harry帮ken报了仇，对ken有大恩。

harry内心更想问的是：有大恩的harry和有情有义的拍档，我应该何去何从？

侏儒的回答同样绝妙：你要权衡所有的因素，让良心做最后的决断。

而之后事态的发展恰好应验了侏儒的话：ken权衡之后决定杀拍档，而良心让他最后放了ray。

8.钟楼钟楼是全片的高潮，没有之一。

无论是从音乐还是情节都把观影人的情绪推向了一种极致。

ken在颈部中枪之后，完全有理由靠在台阶上慢慢的死去，但他还是决心捡起枪，往钟楼顶上爬。

他的用意很明显，用枪，打地面的目标，引起ray的注意。

（在影片的起始，ken第一次上钟楼用手比作枪的姿势瞄准ray的画面，就像是一个伏笔，暗示了他此刻的心里活动。

）然而，薄雾弥漫，站在钟楼顶的ken什么都看不清楚。

而仅凭枪声又不能通知到ray，他只好选择送佛送到西，舍身成仁。

这美的像仙境一样的地方，又契合了他之前死而无憾的言论。

他整理了自己的西装，一个一个丢掉口袋里的硬币（真心聪明），像一个绅士一般，纵身跃下。

按说从那么高的地方摔下来，当场死亡是一定的。

编剧还是融合了一定的文艺腔给了ken临终遗言：拿好我的枪。

这再一次的表明了他的态度：他不认可harry的逻辑。

他希望ray保护好自己，活下去。

9.跳船harry追杀ray一路杀到小旅馆。

已有身孕的老板娘，全然不顾身命安危，阻止惨剧的延续。

她的伟大令人致敬。

同样伟大的还有ray，他本有机会，一枪解决掉harry，但是良心告诉他，他不能再在孕妇旁边杀人了。

随后是跳船。

个人认为跳船这边作为电影的结尾是最好的。

现有的结尾是既定的：3个男人都死了。

如果是在船上ray中弹后收尾，那又是开放性的：死没死，不知道。

而本身布鲁日在弗兰德语里面就是桥的意思。

ray为了保全自己的小命，可以趴在船上，而不是坐在那里等harry的子弹。

我想他坐着的唯一解释是：他想继承ken的遗愿好好地活下去；他也深知自己罪恶深重就算被打死也毫不冤枉。

所以，在求活与求不活之间，他选择，听上帝的。

10.油画先前ray和ken逛博物馆的时候，素来对艺术无感的ray对一幅叫《末日审判》的油画发生了兴趣，他称全馆的油画都是rubbish而唯独这幅是quite good。

油画反映了世界末日来临的时候，人类所有的罪恶都遭到惩罚的主题。

其内容似乎讲述了介于人间和地狱之间的一个中间部分——炼狱（purgatory），ray还若有所思的将在炼狱的感觉比作托的纳姆这个我们中国人没办法感受的城市（you weren't really shit, but you weren't all that great）电影的结尾，片场上游走的妖怪，幽灵，猪头怪兽（一开始我还以为是在搞万圣节party），ray连中数枪之后的内心独白，无一不像是一种purgatory。

这又不禁让我想起chole在邂逅ray的时候说过的话：It's a Dutch movie. It's a dream sequence.It's a pastiche of Nicholas Roeg's Don't Look Now.Not a pastiche, but a...A "homage" is too strong. A "nod of the head"? （pastiche、 homage、nod of the head 当我对T童鞋——我身边英语最牛逼的人物——娓娓道来的时候，T说：这特么说的是英语么？！

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