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In Bruges is a 2008 dark satire crime movie composed and coordinated by Martin McDonagh. The film In Bruges stars Colin Farrell and Brendan Gleeson as two Irish assassins secluded from everything, with Ralph Fiennes as their chafed supervisor. The film In Bruges is set and was shot in Bruges, Belgium. In Bruges was the premiere night film of the 2008 Sundance Film Festival and opened in restricted discharge in the United States on 8th February in the year 2008. The film In Bruges earned Farrell the Golden Globe Award for Best Actor – Motion Picture Musical or Comedy, while Gleeson was designated for the same. McDonagh won the BAFTA Award for Best Original Screenplay and was named for the Academy Award for Best Original Screenplay. In Bruges is a film about doing orders, the new kid on the block hired gunman Ray shoots a cleric during admission, yet unintentionally murders a young man who is likewise in the chapel. He and his coach Ken are sent to Bruges, where they are to anticipate further guidelines, by their boss Harry. Ken finds the city beguiling and interesting, while Ray has only scorn for it. They chance upon a film shoot including a smaller person on-screen character, which interests Ray. The beam is pulled in to Chloe, a nearby street pharmacist working two jobs as a creative collaborator.

He takes her to a cafe, where he gets into contention with a Canadian couple, confusing them with Americans, and winds up thumping them oblivious. Chloe takes Ray to her loft where they start to engage in sexual relations, however, her ex Eirik shows up and undermines Ray with a handgun. Beam incapacitates him and discharges the firearm, stacked with spaces, in Eirik’s face, blinding him in one eye. Chloe concedes that she and Eirik loot travelers, yet demands she had revealed to Eirik that Ray was not an objective. Beam and Ken go through a debased night with the diminutive person on-screen character, Jimmy, who takes cocaine and tirades about a coming war among blacks and whites. Harry calls Ken and requests him to murder Ray, on the rule that executing a tyke, even unintentionally, is inexcusable. With a handgun provided by Harry’s nearby contact Yuri, Ken tracks Ray to a recreation center and reluctantly plans to slaughter him. Beam, be that as it may, distressed at his slaughtering of the kid, plans to murder himself with Eirik’s stacked firearm. Seeing this, Ken stops Ray, illuminates him regarding Harry’s structure and instructs him to leave Bruges to make another begin somewhere else. He gives Ray some cash and puts him on a train to another city while reallocating his weapon to anticipate a further suicide endeavor. Ken reports reality back to Harry, who promptly sets out for Bruges, rankled at the defiance. He grabs a weapon at Yuri’s, and Eirik, Yuri’s child, learns of his goal.

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“One gay beer for my gay friend, one normal beer for me because I am normal.”

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“You’re about the worst tourist in the whole world”

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“We shall strike a balance between culture and fun”

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“I kinda like hearing people having sex. Means at least somebody around here’s happy.”

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“And see who gets into heaven and who gets into hell and all that.”

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“Ray: One gay beer for my gay friend, one normal beer for me because I am normal.”

“Ken: You coming up?
Ray: What’s up there?
Ken: Well, the view.
Ray: The view of what? The view of down here? I can see that 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!”

“Ray: Why didn’t you wave hello to me today when I waved hello to you today?
Jimmy: I was on a very strong horse tranquilizer today; Wasn’t waving hello to anybody. Except… Maybe to a horse.”

“en: 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, and you’ve always been a cunt. And the only thing that’s going to change is that you’re going to be 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: Insult my fucking kids? That’s going overboard, mate!
Ken: I retracted it, didn’t I?. Still leaves you a cunt.”

“Eirik: I can’t see! I can’t see!
Ray: Of course you can’t see! I just a shot a blank in your fucking eye!”

“Ray: Maybe that’s what hell is, the entire rest of eternity spent in fucking Bruges.”

“Ken: You from the States?
Jimmy: Yeah. But don’t hold it against me.
Ken: I won’t. Just try not to say anything too loud or crass.”

“Marie: Why don’t you both put your guns down and go home?
Harry: Don’t be stupid! This is the shootout.”

“Overweight Man: Been to the top of the tower?
Ray: Yeah, it’s rubbish.
Overweight Man: The guide book says it’s a must see.
Ray: Buddy, you’re not going up there.
Overweight Man: Why is that?
Ray: I’m not being funny, it’s all windy stairs…
Overweight Man: What are you trying to say?
Ray: What am I trying to say? You’s a bunch of fuckin’ elephants.”

“Ken: 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 see-saw opposite… A dwarf.”

“Priest: Why did you murder someone, Raymond?
Ray: For money, father.
Priest: For money? You murdered someone for money?
Ray: Yes, father. Not out of anger. Not out of nothing. For money.
Priest: Who did you murder for money, Raymond?
Ray: You, father.
Priest: I’m sorry?
Ray: I said you, father. What are you, deaf? [Raises pistol.] Harry Waters says hello.”

“Ken: Your girlfriend’s very pretty.
Jimmy: She’s ain’t my girlfriend. She’s a prostitute I just picked up.
Ken: I was not aware that 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.”

“Ray: Lots of midgets have offed themselves. I hope yours doesn’t, otherwise your film’ll be fucked.”

“Harry: Not only have you let the kid get away and failed to kill the kid, you have also prevented the kid from killin’ himself, which would have solved all my problems, it would have solved all your problems, and it probably would have solved all of his problems!
Ken: It wouldn’t have solved his problems, Harry.”

“Ken: I’m sorry about the message earlier… The man who sent is a bit of a… Well, he’s a bit of a…
Marie: Cock?
Ken: Yes… A bit of a cock.”

“Ray: They’re filming midgets!
Ken: C’mon, let’s go back to the room.
Ray: Fuck off, Ken, they’re filming midgets.”

“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, yeah, really it’s all your fault for being such a poof.”

“Ray:
[voiceover] After I killed them, I dropped the gun in the Thames, washed the residue off my hands in the bathroom of a Burger King, and walked home to await instructions. Shortly thereafter, the instructions came through. “Get the f*** out of London, yous dumb f***s. Get to Bruges.” I didn’t even know where Bruges f***ing was. It’s in Belgium.”

“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 f***ing Bruges.”

“Ray:
Ken, come on, they’re the English police. When they say they haven’t got a single lead, they haven’t got a single lead. This is my vote of what we should do. We give it another day, two days max, then we check the papers again and if there’s still nothing in ’em, we phone him and say, “Harry, thank you for the trip to Bruges, it’s been very nice, but we’re coming back to London now,” and hide out in a proper country where it isn’t all just f***ing chocolate.”

“Ray:
I kinda like hearing people having sex. Means at least somebody around here’s happy.”

“Ray:
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 of this, I’d go to that house, apologize to the mother there, and accept whatever punishment she chose for me. Prison… death… didn’t matter. Because at least in prison and at least in death, you know, I wouldn’t be in f***in’ Bruges. But then, like a flash, it came to me. And I realized, f*** man, maybe that’s what hell is: the entire rest of eternity spent in f***in’ Bruges. And I really really hoped I wouldn’t die. I really really hoped I wouldn’t die.”

“Harry:
Number One, why aren’t you in when I f***ing told you to be in? Number two, why doesn’t this hotel have phones with f***ing voice mail and not I have to leave messages with the f***ing receptionist? Number three, You better f***ing be in tomorrow night when I call otherwise there will be f***ing hell to pay. I’m f***ing telling ya – Harry.”

“Ken:
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 f***ing retarded f***ing black girl on a see-saw opposite… a dwarf.”

“Ken:
[preparing to climb the the belfry 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 are about the worst tourist in the whole world.

Ray:
Ken, I grew up in Dublin. I love Dublin. If I grew up on a farm, and was retarded, Bruges might impress me but I didn’t, so it doesn’t.”

“Ken:
[looking at a surreal Bosch painting] It’s Judgment Day, you know?

Ray:
No. What’s that then?

Ken:
Well, it’s, you know, the final day on Earth, when mankind will be judged for the crimes they’ve committed and that.

Ray:
Oh. And see who gets into heaven and who gets into hell and all that.

Ken:
Yeah. And what’s the other place?

Ray:
Purgatory.

Ken:
Purgatory… what’s that?

Ray:
Purgatory’s kind of like the in-betweeny one. You weren’t really shit, but you weren’t all that great either. Like Tottenham. [pause] Do you believe in all that stuff, Ken?

Ken:
About Tottenham?”

“Ken:
You from the States?

Jimmy:
Yeah. But don’t hold it against me.

Ken:
I’ll try not to… Just try not to say anything too loud or crass.”

“Ken:
Your girlfriend’s very pretty.

Jimmy:
She ain’t my girlfriend. She’s a prostitute I just picked up.

Ken:
I wasn’t aware 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.”

“Overweight Man:
Been to the top of the tower?

Ray:
Yeah, yeah, it’s rubbish.

Overweight Man:
It is? Guide book says it’s a must see.

Ray:
Well you lot ain’t goin’ 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’s are a bunch of f***in’ elephants!”

“Ray:
I don’t hit women. I’d never hit a woman, Chloë! I 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 did karate. I’d never hit a woman generally, Chloë. Don’t think that. God, you’re pretty.

Chloë:
I have to make a call.

Ray:
Oh no. You’ve gone off me, haven’t you? Just cause I hit that f***ing cow.[she kisses him]”

“Chloë:
There’s never been a classic movie made in Bruges until now.

Ray:
Of course there hasn’t. It’s a shithole.

Chloë:
Bruges is my home town, Ray.

Ray:
Well, it’s still a shithole.

Chloë:
It’s not a shithole!

Ray:
What? Even midgets have to take drugs to stick it.

Chloë:
Okay. So, you’ve insulted my home town. You were doing really well, Raymond. Why don’t you tell me some Belgium jokes while you’re at it?

Ray:
Don’t know any Belgium jokes, and if I did I think I’d have the good sense not to… hang on. Is Belgium with all those child abuse murders lately? I do know a Belgium joke. What’s Belgium famous for? Chocolates and child abuse, and they only invented the chocolates to get to the kids. [sees Chloë’s shocked expression] What?

Chloë:
One of the girls they murdered was a friend of mine.

Ray:
[after a long pause, feeling bad] I’m sorry, Chloë.

Chloë:
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.”

“Ken:
How did 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 5 grams of a very high quality cocaine and one instance of me blinding a poofy little skinhead, so, all in all, my evening pretty well balanced out…fine.

Ken:
You’ve got five grams of coke?

Ray:
[shakes head] No, I got four grams on me and one gram in me, which me heart is going like the f***ing clappers as if I’m about to have a heart attack, so if I collapse any minute now please remember to tell the doctors it might have something to do with the coke.”

“Ray:
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 the f***ing lollipop man.

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, that little boy isn’t here anymore, and he’ll never be here again. [pause] 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’ve wanted to come here when he got older. Don’t know why. And that’s all because of me. He’s dead because of me. And I’m trying to… been trying to get me head around it, but I can’t. I will have 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.”

“Eirik:
[about Ray] 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 it’s 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 which I assume that 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 whining and cheer the f*** up.

Yuri:
Eirek – I really wouldn’t respond.

Eirik:
I thought you wanted the guy dead?

Harry:
I do want the guy dead, I want him f***ing crucified but it don’t change the fact that he stitched you up like a blind little gay boy, does it?”

“[Harry is viciously attacking the telephone]

Natalie:
Harry!

Harry:
[stops] What?

Natalie:
It’s an inanimate f***ing object!

Harry:
You’re an inanimate f***ing object!

[Later]

Harry:
I’m sorry for calling you an inanimate object. I was upset.”

“Ken:
What the f*** are you doing, Ray?

Ray:
What the f*** are ‘you’ doing?

[Ken sticks pistol behind his back]

Ken:
Nothing.

Ray:
Oh, my God… you were gonna kill me.

Ken:
No, I wa – You were gonna kill yourself!

Ray:
Well… I’m allowed.

Ken:
No, you’re not!

Ray:
What? I’m not allowed, and you are? How’s that fair?”

“Ken:
The boy’s suicidal Harry. He’s a walkin dead man. Keeps goin on about hell…

Harry:
When I phoned you yesterday, did I ask you ‘Ken, would you do me a favor and become Ray’s psychiatrist for me?’ No. I think what I asked you was, would you go blow his f***in head off for me. He’s suicidal? I’m suicidal, you’re suicidal, everyone is f***in suicidal they don’t just keep going on about it. Has the boy killed himself yet? So hes not f***in suicidal is he?

Ken:
He put a loaded gun to his head, I stopped him.

Harry:
Wha…? This gets f***in worse.

Ken:
We were down the park…

Harry:
Let me get this right. At the park? Whats that got to do with f***in anything? Let me get this right. Not only have you refused to kill the boy, you have stopped him from killing himself. Which would have solved my problem, which would have solved your problem, and from what it sounds like, it would have solved the boy’s problem.

Ken:
The boy has the capacity to change.

Harry:
I have the capacity to change

Ken:
You have the capacity to get worse. 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 going to change is that you’re going to be an even bigger cunt. Maybe have some more cunt kids.

Harry:
[furious] Leave my kids f***ing out of it! What have they done? You f***ing retract that bit about my cunt f***ing kids!

Ken:
I retract that bit about your cunt f***ing kids.

Harry:
Insult my f***ing kids? That’s going overboard, mate!

Ken:
I retracted it, didn’t I? [quietly] Still leaves you a cunt…

Harry:
Yeah, I f***ing got that!”

“Marie:
Why don’t you two just put your guns down and go home?

Harry:Don’t be stupid; this is the shootout!”

Ray: Bruges is a shithole.

Ken: Bruges is not a shithole.

Ray: Bruges is a shithole.

Ken: Ray, we’ve only just got off the fucking train. Could we reserve judgement on Bruges until we’ve seen the fucking place?

Ray: I know it’s gonna be a shithole.”

Ray: (weirded out as he stares at Ken  pleasantly taking in the sights around them on their boat ride not minding the cold at all) Do you think this is good?

Ken: (distractedly) Do I think what’s good?

Ray: (still staring at Ken, weirded out) You know, going around a boat looking at stuff.

Ken: (Still looking around) Yes, I do. (Then looks at Ray who is huddled up and clearly not enjoying this) It’s called “sightseeing”.”

“Here’s my vote on what we should. We give it another day, two days max, and 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 there isn’t just fucking chocolates.”

“Ken: (as he stares at a tower, excited) Come up?

Ray: (Still not enjoying this, and cold) What’s up there?

Ken: The view.

Ray: The view of what? The view of down here? I can see that 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 in a farm, and was retarded, Bruges might impress me, but I didn’t, so it doesn’t.”

“Purgatory’s kind of like the in-betweeny one. You weren’t really shit, but you weren’t all that great either. Like Tottenham.”

“Ray: Well what’s a fifty year old lollipop man doing knowing fucking karate? What, was he a Chinese lollipop man? Jesus, Ken. I’m trying to talk about-

(he can’t say it)

Ken: I know what you’re trying to talk about.

Ray: (crying) I killed a little boy. You keep bringing up the fucking lollipop man.

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. I mean here in the world. Not here in Belgium. Well, he’ll never be here in Belgium either. He might’ve wanted to do, 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 try 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 goin away. Ever. Unless, maybe, I go away.

Ken: Don’t even think like that.”

“Harry: (about Ray) So he’s having a really nice time?

Ken: Well, I’m having a really nice time. I’m not sure it’s really his cup of tea.

Harry: (after a long pause) What?

Ken: You know, I’m not sure 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 town, isn’t it? How’s a fairytale town not 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: (Interrupts) Is the swans still there?

Ken: Yeah, there’s swans…

Harry: How can fucking swans not fucking be somebody’s fucking thing, eh? How can that be?”

“Ken: (As he sneaks up on Ray, ready to shoot him, only to notice that Ray was about to shoot himself) What the fuck are you doing, Ray?

Ray: What the fuck are ‘you’ doing?

Ken: (as he sticks his pistol behind his back) Nothing.

Ray: Oh, my God… you were gonna kill me.

Ken: No, I wa – You were gonna kill yourself!

Ray: Well… I’m allowed.

Ken: No, you’re not!

Ray: What? I’m not allowed, and you are? How’s that fair?”

“Ken: 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: 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 fookin’ Bruges!”

“Ray: (crying) I killed a little boy!

(Ken embraces Ray)

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 going to be, a doctor? You need exams.”

“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: [Absolutely stunned] In BRUGES? The Bahamas, maybe. Why fucking Bruges?

Ken: I suppose it’s cheaper.”

“(Harry, viciously attacking the telephone)

Natalie: Harry. Harry!

Harry: (stops) What?

Natalie: It’s an inanimate fucking object!

Harry: YOU’RE AN INANIMATE FUCKING OBJECT!

(Later)

Harry: I’m sorry for calling you an inanimate object. I was upset.”

“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 it’s 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 which I assume that 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 wingeing and cheer the fuck up.

Yuri: Eirek – 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?”

“Ken: Harry, let’s face it, and I’m not being funny. 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?! 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 goind overboard, mate!

Ken: I’ve retracted it, haven’t I? That still leaves you being a cunt…

Harry: I fucking got that!”

“Ray: Harry, I’ve got an idea.

Harry: What?

Ray: My room faces out the canal, right? I’m going to go back to me room, jump into the canal, see if I can swim to the other side and escape.

Harry: All right.

Ray: If you go outside around the corner, you can shoot at me from there and try to get me. That way we’ll leave this lady and her baby out of the whole entire thing.

Harry: You completely promise to jump into the canal? I don’t want to run out there, come back in ten minutes, and find you fucking hiding in a cupboard.

Ray: I completely promise, Harry. I’m not going to risk having another little kid dying on me.

Harry: So, hang on – I go outside and I go which way? Right or left?

Ray: (annoyed) You go right, don’t you? You can see it from the doorway! It’s a big fucking canal!

Harry: All right. Jesus. I only just got here, haven’t I? Okay, on the count of one, two, three, go. Okay?

Ray: Okay.

[long pause]

Ray: What? Who says it?

Harry: Well you say it.

Marie: You people are crazy.”

“You’ve got to stick to your principles.” -Harry

“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 of this, I’d go to that house, apologize to the mother there, and accept whatever punishment she chose for me. Prison… death… didn’t matter. Because at least in prison and at least in death, you know, I wouldn’t be in fuckin’ 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 fuckin’ Bruges. And I really really hoped I wouldn’t die. I really really hoped I wouldn’t die.” -Ray

 

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