We just popped out for some dinner, Harry. We only popped out for half an hour.
Yeah? What'd you have?
For dinner?
Yeah.
Pizza, at Pizza Hut.
Was it nice?
Yeah, it was all right. I don't know. It was Pizza Hut.The same as in England.
Well, that's globalization, isn't it? Is Ray there with you?
He's in the toilet.
Can he hear?
No.
What's he doing?
What do you mean?
Is he doing a wee or a poo?
I don't know, Harry, the door's closed.
Send him out on an errand for half an hour, but don't make it sound suspicious.
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.
What'd you say to him?
I said, 'Why don't you go have a drink, you say you've been cooped up?'
What did he say?
Said, yeah, he would.And he might go have a look to see if there's a bowling alley around.
Was he just having a wee?
Yeah, I think so. I assume so.
Sure he didn't mind?
No, he was glad to get out.
He's definitely gone?
Yeah, yeah, he slammed the door.
That don't mean he's gone. Go check outside the door.
Harry, he's definitely gone.
You realize there are no bowling alleys in Bruges?
I realize that, Harry. The boy wanted to have a look anyway.
What are they gonna have, a medieval fucking bowling alley?
As I say, I think he was just glad to get out and about.
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.
When were you here?
When I was seven. Last happy holiday I fucking had. Have you been on a canal trip, yet?
Yeah.
Have you been down, like, all the old cobbled streets and that?
Yeah.
It's like a fairytale, isn't it, that place?
Yeah.
With the churches and that. They're Gothic.
Yeah.
Is it Gothic?
Yeah.
So he's having a really nice time?
Well, I'm having a really nice time. I'm not sure if it's really his cup of tea.
What?
You know, I'm not sure if it's really his thing.
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?
Nothing, 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?
What I think I meant to say was:
Is the swan still there?
Yeah, the swan's...
How can fucking swans not fucking be somebody's fucking thing, eh? How can that be?
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? t 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.
Don't know if I remember a dual carriageway. Must be recent. Hasn't spoilt it, has it?
No, no, no, it's just that initial thing. And you know what? As we were walking throu