Drive Back Home (2024)

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Crowd: No more f*ggots!

No more f*ggots!

No more f*ggots!

No more f*ggots!

No more f*ggots!

No more f*ggots!

No more f*ggots!

(whistle blowing)

(crowd cheering)

The lines on my face

Are like words

written on a page...

Any h*m* can be put away

as a dangerous sexual

offender for a lifetime.

(crowd shouting)

...They tell of

places I have been

And the things I have seen

A lot of people find

this sort of behaviour

very distasteful, disgusting

and reprehensible.

All that we prefer

is that, in future,

people will not be sent

to prison for doing this.

You can always tell a man

Who has done time

in some stinkin' can

By the look of

fear and hate

In his eyes

For the guards who...

Hey, Weldon.

Hey. See you in there?

(muffled soft piano playing)

(mourners chattering)

Woman: They left the

older brother out.

(chattering)

Thank you. Wid! Wid! Come on.

(whispering) It's

time to make a speech.

You gotta say something...

Well, it would appear

that your husband

was very well liked, Ada.

Ada: Why would you say that?

Well, the whole

village has come out.

Oh! The whole village comes

to every funeral, Father.

Man: Excuse me, can I have

everyone's attention, please?

Thank you. Thank

you all for coming.

There are lots of

stories about my dad,

but I just want to

share one I remember.

I was... I was

about eight or nine,

and I was helping him

plumb the McGarrigle place.

And I was holding a

piece of copper pipe

between the second

and third floor,

while he was soldering

it from above.

And uh... (chuckling)

I must've been wobbling

the pipe a bit,

and the jeez'l lead solder

was dripping down the pipe

right onto my hands.

And you see? (chuckling)

"Hold that thing

still," he'd yell at me.

And, uh...

by God, you know what? I did.

But that's what Dad taught us.

He was a tough old mule,

but he taught us one thing:

Don't wobble.

To Perley!

- All: To Perley!

- Man in back: Senior.

Man: Right, Perley Senior.

All: To Perley Senior.

(chattering)

Hey, uh, how are

you holding, dear?

Such a shame. He

was a good man.

You want Archangel to play

something on the piano for you?

The Beatles.

What?

You asked me if I

want something played;

I want you to play the Beatles.

(laughing) That's a good one.

Almost got me there, Ada.

Play "Tell My

Ma". Good for you.

If we don't laugh,

we cry, am I right?

("Tell My Ma" playing)

Ada: Is that the only

f*cking song they know?

Don't be gloomy.

- Hi, Nan.

- Hey, boy!

("Tell My Ma" continues playing)

Man: Come on up. Yes, now.

Go up. Now, you go.

Man: Get up here.

("Tell My Ma" continues playing)

(piano stopping)

Uh... (clearing throat)

I remember, one time,

someone said, uh...

one time, that funerals

aren't for the dead;

they're for us, for what's left,

for goodbyes and whatnot.

So, there you go.

Father: Lovely words.

Very well said, indeed.

Of course, I could read

from the Gospel according

to Luke, chapter 17.

"And he said to

his disciples..."

Try some of my special

seafoam salad -

Jell-O and cream

cheese... and pears.

"...for it would be

better for him to have

"a millstone tied around his

neck and cast into the sea,

"than cause any of these

little ones to sin."

(door opening)

As if everyone didn't think

we were weird enough already.

Is he in there?

Nope. The ground froze early.

It's too cold for

November, if you ask me.

It's going to be a rough winter.

Where is he?

At the IGA.

What's that?

Seafoam salad.

You gonna eat it?

(piano playing

softly in distance)

(piano playing)



(song ending)

(phone ringing)

(phone ringing)

(breathing deeply)

(phone continues ringing)

Man (on phone:)

Is someone there?

Hello?

This is Constable Thompson.

Hold on. Mom, I got it.

Man (on phone:) Hello?

Are you still there?

This is Weldon speaking.

This is Constable Thompson

of the Toronto

Police Department.

Are you related to

a Perley Hinson?

He was my father.

Constable: What

do you mean "was"?

Perley Hinson's dead.

You've made a mistake.

Constable: Oh. No.

Just hold on a sec.

Perley Mason Hinson of Toronto.

Oh, him. No, no. He's his son.

Constable: Oh, so

you're his brother?

(sighing) I guess.

He's been arrested

for trespassing,

indecent exposure

and gross indecency.

We've agreed to

drop the charges,

if a family member comes again.

Why? Are they not real

crimes or something?

Of course, they're

real g*dd*mn crimes.

They caught him

having sex with a man

in a public washroom

in a city park.

However, unofficially,

the province has decided

that rather than apply

the resources required

to deal with a man

like your brother,

if a family member, or

employer, or spouse,

or someone like that

comes down to the station

to vouch for them, they're

okay to drop the charges.

You mean, if they

tell their boss

they had sex with another

man, the cops will let him go?

Constable: You watch

your f*cking tone!

Well, you should

call his wife then.

Mina or Mena or

something like that.

Yours is the only

name he gave us.

I don't really care what you do.

I'm telling you right

now, it's a good deal.

He's gonna get five

years otherwise.

Get a pencil. Here are the

details on where to come...

In Toronto?

Constable: Yes, Toronto.

Well, I ain't coming to Toronto.

I'm in New Brunswick.

You understand

what's going on here?

Guys like your brother

don't do well in jail.

He's not a f*gg*t, you know.

He's just mixed up.

I don't give a sh*t what you do.

(dial tone sounding)

(fire whooshing)

(woman screaming indistinctly)

(shop bell dinging)

(bell dinging)

You got a fan belt for an F-100?

Nope.

Can I get one of those?

Do you know if they

speak English in Quebec?

I don't think.

If you drive to Toronto, do

you gotta go through Montreal?

Are you going to Toronto, Wid?

No. Mind your own business.

(whooshing)

(grunting)

Oh, for f*ck's sakes.

Woman: What's she

doing outside?

Weldon: Nothing.

(adult contemporary

playing softly on radio)

(sighing)

You left early this morning.

You going to Toronto?

Is that what you're telling me?

Is I gotta smash the G-D

extension phone in your room?

(sighing)

You're going to Toronto?

Yes.

You know where to go?

I didn't take that guy's

number. I was gonna...

I always called him back.

That's where you go.

When will you get there?

Sunday.

You gonna leave him in

jail three more days?

Well, I gotta work tomorrow,

and that's not

exactly a race car.

Ada: You're taking

Clayton's truck?

- Yeah.

- You tell Clayton?

- No.

- He's gonna be ugly.

He won't know.

When will you boys be back?

Perley ain't coming

back with me.

I'm getting him out

and I'm coming straight

back home on my own.

No. You're bringing him here.

You're soft in the head as he is

if you think that's happening.

Oh, Jesus, Mum!

(Weldon sighing)

(sighing)

- Why?

- 'Cause I'm telling ya to.

We should just let this be.

No!

If you done something so bad

that it caused your own family

to turn their backs on you,

what's that say about you?

Ada: You're askin'

that question

the wrong ways around.

- (door closing)

- (woman yelping in distance)

(woman screaming)

(woman yelling indistinctly)

Weldon! Go! Run!

Go to the Josephs'.

Go get help! Go!

(ticking)

Mart.

Mart?

Martha: (groaning) Yeah?

Weldon: (clearing throat) I'm

going to Toronto tomorrow.

Martha: I know.

Weldon: How do you know?

Martha: Ada told me.

- Weldon: When?

- This afternoon.

This afternoon?

That was before I

even knew I was going.

f*ck's sakes.

You jeez'l f*ck' women.

Martha: Well, when were

you going to tell me, then?

Weldon: I'm telling you now.

Martha: Oh, Wid... Come on.

You know you can talk

to me about things, Wid.

Weldon: Where's my boots?

What are you doing?

Well, you two want me to

go, so I'm going. You happy?

Martha: Right now?

Go, don't go - make

up your damn mind.

You stubborn horse's a*s.

It's the middle of the night.

You can't go now. Go tomorrow.

It is tomorrow.

Oh.

(scoffing)

- (footsteps receding)

- (sighing)

(door opening, closing)

You stupid idiot.

Huh.

There he goes.



Turn the radio up a bit

Roll the window

down and took it in

Going too fast

But I don't give a sh*t

Something's chasing

me and I have to win

It makes sense

To forget what it takes

It makes sense

To forget what it takes

Found a b*llet

outside my door

I think it's me it

was intended for

It makes sense

To forget what it takes

It makes sense

To forget what it takes



(song fading)

(siren blaring in distance)

I'm looking for

Constable Thompson.

He's not on tonight.

I'm supposed to talk

to Constable Thompson.

What do you want?

Perley Hinson.

(flipping pages)

What's your relationship?

- Weldon: He's my brother.

- ID?

You live in New

Brunswick... now?

And you drove here for this?

(sighing) Fill this out, then.

f*ck' ba*ls, we'll

be here all night.

Name of sponsor:

Weldon Hinson.

- Address?

- What?

What's the address?

Where are you taking him?

I'm taking him back home.

To New Brunswick?

Yeah, 29 The Glen

Road, Stanley...

If it's out of province,

I don't need to know.

Sign that.

Go wait over there.

When can I see him?

I said, go wait.

(woman sobbing)

(sobbing continuing)

(phone ringing)

(indistinct chattering)

- (buzzing)

- (gate clanging)

Man: These are not my shoes.

(gate slamming)

The guy back there told

me you'd have my shoes.

Nobody wants your

light loafers, Nancy.

Now, f*ck off.

Wid.

Hey, how was your trip?

Hey, Wid. Hey, Wid, wait up.

Wid! Wid, hey, wait up.

Wid, wait up.

You must be exhausted

and starving.

I know a great breakfast

place just around the corner.

Get in the jeez'l truck!

(Perley sighing)

This that same old Ford?

Still running, eh?

I-I don't know what

you're thinking right now

or what you saw or...

...what anyone

told you, but...

...I can explain.

Where's your place?

- Um...

- (radio blaring)

(music stopping)



(dog barking in distance)

- You live here?

- Perley: Mm-hmm.

Weldon: (chuckling)

You're so full of sh*t.

What?

You always made out like

you were such a big shot

whenever you came

home for visits.

What are you talking about?

You don't even own

a house; you rent.

Oh, Jesus, Wid, these

are luxury apartments.

Three hundred a month.

Weldon: You're an idiot.

There's a waiting list.

You're a bunch of idiots, then.

- You're a dumb hick.

- Listen, Perl,

I came all this way

out here to get you.

Thank you.

Okay, go get your sh*t.

What are you doing?

You're not coming in?

No, you'll move

faster if I wait here.

We're not going now.

I just got out of...

We're not going now.

Listen, Perl, I'm not your

g*dd*mn chauffeur or whatever.

You go when I go

and I'm going now.

If we go now, we'll

k*ll ourselves.

We're both exhausted.

(lock clicking)

(door creaking)

Hey, you still got

that little dog?

I think he made

a mess somewhere.

(sniffing)

Holy ol' sh*t,

it smells like an

outhouse in here.

(liquid sloshing)

You hungry? I'll make us

a couple of sandwiches.

(dishes clattering)

Wid!

Woman (recorded:)

Hello, Mr. Hinson,

this is Ontario Power calling

to remind you once again...

What's that?

What's what?

It's a telephone

answering machine.

It's what you hear if you

call me and I'm not at home.

How much something

like that cost?

I don't know.

Watch this.

(tape clicking)

Perley (recorded:) Hello,

you've reached the personal

residence of Perley

and Brownie Hinson.

I'm either out on

the town, at work,

or indisposed at

the current time.

(Dog barking on recording)

Please leave a

message after the beep

and I'll return

your call promptly.

(machine beeping)

I recorded that

when I first got it.

Do many people call your dog?

I thought it was funny.

Why isn't Mena in it?

- Mina.

- Why isn't Mina in it?

None of your business.

Why didn't she come and

get you out of jail?

Drunk?

Huh?

g*dd*mn it, Perl,

if that stupid b*tch

is just drunk somewhere

and that's the whole reason

why I had to come

all this way...

- She's gone.

- Gone where?

Weldon: When?

Man (recorded:) Hello, Perley.

This is Ray Boden.

Wes just informed me that

you haven't been into

the office since Wednesday

and you haven't told anyone,

clients or otherwise,

where you are.

I'm not sure what's

going on, but...

- (stopping message)

- f*ck!

Do you want a sandwich or not?

Hello, Perley. It's Ray again.

- God f*cking damn it!

- (Ray continues indistinctly)

Call me at home...

(stopping tape)

Everything's in there.

Perley: Hello, Ray. (Perley

speaking indistinctly)

No, no, no. No, no,

no. That's not true.

(Perley continuing indistinctly)

No, Ray, that's... (Perley

speaking indistinctly)

f*ck' hell, Perl.

(Perley continuing indistinctly)

(sighing)

(Perley continuing indistinctly)

(conversation fading)

Is he drunk?

God damn it, Perl.

That ain't coming.

- Of course, he is.

- Uh-uh, he ain't coming.

I don't want to talk

about it, but he's coming.

That's all there is to it.

Get out of my way.

That f*ck' thing is not

getting in my f*ck' truck.

Yes, he f*cking is!

I'm not getting in that

f*cking truck without him!

He's the only thing

in this g*dd*mn world

that ever cared about

me, and I need him!

Mina, that f*cking c**t!

You!

You don't care!

Brownie is coming!

Holy f*ck' Jesus Christ!

Yeah, why not? Let's

bring the toaster, too!

And the f*ck' TV!

And the f*ck'...

God knows whatever else!

How the f*ck did I wind up

getting roped into this sh*t?

- What are you doing?

- What?!

The cold is bad for him.

Dogs go in the back.

(slamming tailgate)



(engine turning over)



(Doo-wop music playing on radio)

Black starling

I do love you

I like reading, but I might

not do much on this trip.

Motion sickness.

Sometimes, if I read in cars.

It might have something to

do with what I ate that day.

(chuckling) No worries today.

(chuckling)

Nobody else but you

(opening glove box)

You know, I work on a lot

of advertising accounts

for the automotive industry.

You know what the best part

of working on those accounts is?

Traveling.

I practically live in Detroit.

And sometimes, they

fly me out to Los...

to Hollywood.

I met Jack Lemmon once

at the Coconut Grove.

Oh for f*ck's sakes,

will you shut up, please?

Just don't talk anymore.

I'm in love, in

love with you

Nobody else but you

(tuning radio, static hissing)

(country and western

music playing)

Radio DJ: Cold weekend.

There'll be some snow.

A little tonight,

a little tomorrow,

but basically, it's

just a cool week.

('50s pop music playing)

I'm a happy-go-lucky guy

in a happy-go-lucky world

I've looked and searched

and finally found

A happy-go-lucky girl

I'm such a lucky guy...

It's Christmas time,

it's Christmas time

Whoa

Man on radio: I'm

Phillip Forsyth and here

we go with hour two to 'As

It Happens', welcome to...

Announcer: The new Esso gives

you premium performance,

unexcelled at regular price.

And the new Esso Extra

is unexcelled at...

(classical music playing)

Reporter: Cold w*r tensions

with the Soviet

Union spilled over

into the Atlantic

provinces yesterday,

when two spies were captured...

(Stompin' Tom Connors'

"The Ketchup Song" plays)

French fries, How

they love tomatoes

So, dress them up

with Heinz ketchup...

(country music playing)

But the rings

don't ring true

Gotta bring him inside.

- No.

- He could sit at my feet.

No. It's my truck,

it's my rules.

Yeah, but it's not

your truck, is it?

Not unless you're

Mr. Turnbull all of a sudden.

Oh, you think this is funny,

like it's a f*cking game?!

- (laughs)

- It's not f*cking funny!

I'm in my g*dd*mn boss' truck

900 miles from where

it's supposed to be

because of you, you

in a f*ck' park,

doing f*ck' God

knows whatever else.

You don't understand.

You don't understand!

Yeah, you got that right,

and I don't want to!

And the reason I don't

want to is because...

- Shut up!

- And as far as this

trip goes, and us together,

we ain't, we ain't together.

We ain't brothers.

We ain't nothing!

I'm driving you

home and that's it

and I'm doing it my way, so

quit your f*cking moaning,

or I'm tossing you and

your weird f*ck' dog

out in the woods and

leaving you here!

(fire whooshing)



(woman wailing)

(fire crackling)



Woman: No! (wailing)

(sobbing, wailing) Perley!

Perley: You need help?

No.

You know how to read that?

Shut up.

Where are we then?

(horn honking)

(siren sounding)

(dog barking in distance)

(car door closing)

What?

You can't park in the

middle of the street.

Why not? It's just for a

minute while I pull over.

License and registration.

Fine. We're leaving.

Don't get your

panties in a twist.

License...

and registration.

Here's the registry.

Is this your truck?

It's my work truck.

Officer: What's it

doing in Ontario?

You working here?

No, it's a personal trip.

Who's Clayton Turnbull?

It says here he's the

owner of the vehicle.

Yeah, he's my boss, but I'm

the only one who drives it.

Jesus Christ, I don't see

the g*dd*mn problem here.

- Wid...

- What?

- Keep it down.

- Okay.

ID from you, too.

What the hell do you

need his ID for?!

He ain't driving!

Officer: Holy sh*t...

- Keep it down. Just don't.

- What's wrong with this guy?

Just drop it! You're

gonna get us into trouble.

Where's my...

Get out of the truck right now.

Both hands where I can see them!

Get out of the truck right now!

(police radio chattering)

(lock clicking)

Perley: Where's my dog?

Where's my dog?!

What'd he say?

What's going on?

Weldon: We can go in a minute.

They just gotta

fill some stuff out.

What happened?

(sighing) Nothing.

He's a moron.

He thought we were...

What?

- Communists.

- What?!

Yeah, he thought

we were communists

because of that stupid

book you're reading.

But that makes no

sense. It's just a book.

Well, it was the book

and the other stuff, too.

What other stuff?

Fertilizer, nails, copper pipe,

gas, and your weird f*cking dog.

How much gas do you have?

About 40 gallons.

That sounds like

you're making a b*mb.

Yeah, that's what he said.

I mean, I'm a plumber

and I live on a farm.

It's all normal stuff.

You're the one reading

weird Soviet books

and dressing up like some

f*cking peacocked up Russky.

Forty gallons of

gas is not normal

for plumbing or farming.

It's for Quebec.

What's that mean?

It was for Quebec, so I

didn't have to stop for gas

because I don't speak French.

(chuckling)

(laughing) Oh my God.

What?

- (laughing)

- (door opening)

You two are free to go.

Our captain...

doesn't think you're spies.

We did call your boss, though,

and he didn't know his

truck was in Ontario.

Oh, for f*ck's sakes!

He said he wasn't going

to press any charges,

but he does want to talk to you.

Oh, by the way, Ontario law

prohibits animals of any kind

to be riding in the

back of a truck.

So, keep it up front.

(car door closing)

Hey, Mom.

Mart.

Hi.

Where's Wid at?

You need him for something?

Ada: He'll be

back Monday night.

What do you mean

"back"? Where is he?

Out of town.

He's never left

town in his life.

He's in Toronto.

What for?

He went to get Perley.

Perley?

- Why would Weldon go get him?

- Because I told him to.

He's not bringing

him here, is he?

Where else would

he be bringing him?

- What'd he do?

- Who said he did anything?

He in jail?

What'd he do? More

of that... stuff?

Wid went to straighten

it out with the police.

Then, he's bringing him

back here for a visit

because I told him to.

That enough of an explanation

for you, Your Majesty?

Does no one remember

what happened last time?

I don't want to hear

another word out of you.

- He molest some kid this time?

- You zip your mouth!

He steps one foot in this

house and that jeez'ly f*gg*t

will be picking teeth out

of his as*h*le for a month.

- I swear to Christ.

- Zip your mouth!

Moses: Jesus!

You sound just like Perley.

What?

(chuckling) I'm

nothing like Perley.

Senior.

Martha: Moses, she

didn't mean that.

That's the meanest thing

you ever said to me.

I'll knock his clock in if that

f*g tries anything with me.

Martha: I don't want

to hear that word ever!

You hear?!

(footsteps receding)

(door closing)

(classical music playing)



(sighing)

(exhaling sharply)

Wid!

(car whooshing past)

You gotta pull

over. Let me drive.

- I'm fine. I'm fine.

- You are not fine.

You're gonna get us both k*lled.

Okay, I'll pull over and

sleep for a half hour.

Do you think I am

gonna sit in this truck

on the side of the road

while I watch you sleep?

Come on!

You wanna swap over?

Okay, let's do it.

Okay. You got that?

Okay. Okay.

Oh!

(horn blaring)

Oh, f*ck you!

- Weldon: f*ck you!

- as*h*le!

That was unnecessary.

(Weldon sighing)

(sighing)



(gasping)

(shutting off engine)



(snoring)

(yawning)

(sighing)

What are you looking at?

f*ck' dog.

I thought I told

you no stopping.

I am not eating those

dingy sandwiches.

Here, I'll buy you a steak.

No.

Sit down. Come on.

Fine, I'll have a coffee.

You can't eat that here.

Why not?

Because you didn't buy it here.

Weldon: Well, I was

going to buy a coffee,

but you just lost

yourself a sale, bub.

Listen, my brother here,

he has the sugar. Mm-hmm.

And his sandwich is

actually a diet sandwich

his doctor wants him to eat.

Oh.

Yeah. So, how about I

buy him a piece of pie,

and he can have that

with his coffee?

Would he be able to have

his sandwich with it?

Sure. What kind of pie?

Sugar pie.

Okay. What do you

take in your coffee?

Sugar.

No. No, Wid.

I seem to recall

it was two sugars.

Weldon: No, no,

no, three sugars.

f*ck' idiot.

(sniffling)

Let's see.

Now...

we've passed Brockville,

but we haven't passed Cornwall,

so I think we're

somewhere around here.

Just a couple more

hours to Montreal.

How did you make out going

through it on the way up?

- I know it can be tricky.

- Went around.

- Went around what?

- Went around Montreal.

Perley: How do you

go around Montreal?

What? Around here? But

that would take forever.

I don't know how many hours

that would add to your trip.

Well, I don't care.

That's the way I came up

and that's the way

we're going back.

No. No, no, we're not.

That's stupid.

Waiter: Sugar pie.

Coffee, three sugars.

So, what's the plan for tonight?

Weldon: No plan, just driving.

We can't get to New

Brunswick in one shot.

Well, the sooner I get the

truck back, the better chance

I got of talking Clayton

out of canning my a*s.

Plus, I don't want to have

to stop at a motel in Quebec.

Neither of us speaks French.

I speak French. I lived in

Montreal for four years.

You did?

Yeah. Yeah.

When I left Stanley...

the first time.

I thought you went to Boston.

That didn't work out.

What happened?

If you really want to

know, I'll tell you.

Fine. We'll get a

motel in Quebec,

just we go around

Montreal my way.

Fine.

(Man speaking

French on the radio)

(Perley speaking

French in distance)

(Weldon sighing)

Perley: Merci beaucoup.

(chuckling)

(jingling keys)

How's the truck doing?

I just gotta drain the radiator

before we leave it for the

night, or it'll freeze.

- Uh-huh.

- What's the time anyways?

It's just after midnight.

Do they have a phone in there?

No, it's around the corner.

I gotta call Mart.

I could drain the radiator

for you, if you like.

Uh...

I probably know more

about it than you do.

I did the ads for these

trucks for years, Wid.

I even went to the

factory in Los Angeles.

But do you know how

to drain a radiator?

Wid, give me some credit.

I know how to drain a

God damned radiator.

Woman on phone: Tlphoniste.

Hello?

This is the operator.

Uh, how much is a reverse call

to Stanley, New Brunswick?

New Brunswick, it will

cost you $1.55 per minute.

Jesus Christ.

Now...

(spitting)

Martha on phone: Weldon?

- Yeah!

- That you?

- Yeah.

- Where are you?

We're in a Motel in

Quebec. Close to Ontario.

Do they speak English there?

Perley speaks French.

Oh, right. Of course.

He lived in Montreal.

How is Perley?

Weldon: Still Perley.

You still think bringin'

him here's a good idea?

I never thought it

was a good idea.

You two made me.

I just ask 'cause Moses came by

and he and Ada got in

a big fight about it.

Weldon: Sounds about right.

He thinks Perley might...

...try something

with the kids.

Listen, Mart, Perley's

not like that.

He's different,

but he's not that.

Martha: Ellis

listens to Moses.

He's impressionable.

I don't like what he's

putting in his head.

Yeah, I'll talk to him.

Martha: Which one?

Which one? The only one of

'em that's any of my business.

Okay.

Weldon: What?

I was just thinking.

This is the longest we've ever

been away from each other.

Yeah?

Yeah, I kind of miss

that grumpy ol' face.

Admit it, you miss me.

You know how much

this phone call costs?

I don't care.

(whispering) I don't care.

I'm not hanging up

'til you tell me.

Maybe.

Good enough.

Perley: Thanks.

Weldon: Go to sleep.

Perley: Thanks

for... you know...

Weldon: We're paying for

this place to sleep, not yap.

Perley: Is Bozo

still around Stanley?

I can't understand why he

let people call him that.

What's his real name?

Weldon: I don't know.

Perley: Well, what's

his mother call him?

Weldon: Bozo.

Perley: He does

look like a Bozo.

Why do people in small towns

have so many nicknames?

Weldon: Go to sleep.

Perley: In our family alone,

we have a Peanut, a Chopper,

a Toots, an Uncle Mike

who's really Harold,

an Aunt Clarence

and an Archangel.

Weldon: Archangel's

not a nickname.

Perley: Really? That's

even stupider then.

Naming your kid that.

Jesus. Archangel.

Hazel's a

Bible-thumping show-off.

Mary's a pretty religious name

and it's not f*cking weird.

Why'd she not call her that?

Weldon: You're the one

who wanted to get a motel

and now you're not

letting me sleep.

Perley: Just really

pisses me off...

People like Hazel.

Weldon: If you stopped

thinking about yourself for

more than four seconds you'd

know why Hazel named her that.

Perley: What are

you talking about?

Weldon: Vern used to

kick the sh*t out of her

don't you remember?

She'd turn up at

church all bruised up,

and he was at his worst

when she got pregnant.

So, she invented that

stupid name hoping that

an angel would keep

an eye over her baby.

Perley: I didn't know that.

Weldon: Everybody else does.

Secrets don't mean nothing

in a place like Stanley.

You know that

better than anyone.

Perley: You think people know

about me getting arrested?

Weldon: Probably not yet,

but probably they will.

It don't matter though, 'cause

it's different there now.

Perley: You mean

because he's dead?

Weldon: Yeah, I mean

because he's dead.

Perley: You think Hazel really

thought that name would work?

Weldon: (sighing)

Hazel's a f*ck' idiot.

Perley: Goodnight.

Weldon: Oh. Go to sleep.

(clanging)

(thumping)

(thumping)

How's it going?

I got a new fan belt from

the guy across the street.

Spoke English, kind of.

(chuckling)

Et bien. a marche,

non? Ouais, c'est a.

(Perley chuckling)

Weldon: Oh, sh*t. I

left the tailgate open.

Perley: My bag!



(man singing pop song in French)



It's freezing.

Did you drain the

radiator last night?

Yes.

You sure? It should

be heating up.

You saw me do it!

Well, the engine's

overheating! I know that much!

Did you fill it up

again this morning?

Maybe you forgot.

No, course I didn't forget!

Oh, Wid.

Oh, for f*ck sakes!

Jesus Christ, Wid. Pull over.

(squeaking)

(coughing)

Weldon: Oh, man!

God damn it! I knew it!

You cracked the radiator!

You didn't drain it.

I did drain it! It

poured all over my face.

Did you take the cap

off the radiator?!

How do you think I got

the water out dummy?

Not the petcock at the

bottom, the cap on the top!

If you don't take the

cap off, it won't drain.

Well, you didn't tell me that!

Well, you said you

knew everything.

How far was that gas station?

- What gas station?

- I thought we passed one.

There is no gas

station for miles

because you wanted

to go around the city

that has millions of

gas stations in it!

What do we do now?

Go forward... or back?

We're going forward.



(motor puttering)



- (sighing)

- (truck hissing)

Weldon: All right,

go look for a stream

or something nearby

that's not frozen.

Perley: Everything's frozen.

Weldon: Just go look!

(sighing, groaning)

(truck idling)

(sighing)

(chuckling)

(knocking) Found some!

It's about a hundred

yards up there.

It's almost 11:00.

- What do you mean?

- It's Remembrance day.

A minute of silence, 11 and 11.

Take your hat off.

Oh, for f*ck's sakes.

- Is that enough?

- Weldon: Quiet!

I don't think it could

get any more quiet.

Not if you keep yapping!

It's 11:01.

You're a coward.

Perley: Oh. Oh, I see.

Oh, this had nothing

to do with anything.

You just wanted to

call me a coward.

Yeah, well, I served.

You fixed toilets in

Navy ships in Saint John.

I did what they wanted. I

enlisted. What did you do?

I did the exact same thing.

They just didn't want me.

That's horseshit.

They took anyone.

I mean, I can't even

hear out of this side

and they took me.

Horseshit yourself!

Well, if you tried to enlist

why didn't they want you?

Forget it.

Hah! I knew it.

I can't believe even you'd

lie about something like that.

I went twice to two

different places.

First time they used some

excuse about my eyesight,

but the guy was acting

strange about it,

so I went to another

place, and...

(chuckling sardonically)

...well, he was

more honest with me.

He said, "No f*gs

in the army."

- That's what he told me.

- You told him you were...

No, you boob. Of course

I didn't tell him!

Weldon: Did you try the navy?

Jesus! That's your

response? "Try the Navy?"

It was one of the most

humiliating moments

of my entire life.

But he made sure the guy next

to me could hear it, too,

because when I started to leave,

well, that goddamned rumour

moved faster than I could

and by the time I

got to the door,

the whole room was giggling.

It must have been 50 guys.

It was like it was

the funniest thing

they'd heard all week.

Yeah, well, he was an idiot,

'cause you're not a...

you're not a...

What? A f*g?

Weldon: Yeah, you're

not one of those.

Oh... Wid.

Yeah, but you're not.

Where's that creek?



Perley: Look.





(knocking) Let me

do the talking.

(door opening)

(speaking French)

Well, we don't need a phone.

We just need black

pepper or ginger spice.

What?

Black pepper or...

Black pepper?

Uh, black pepper!

(grumbling)

He probably thinks we're

from the nut house.

Maybe he don't

understand your French.

My French is perfect.

(door opening)

Weldon: The pepper'll

fill the crack,

we just gotta run the

engine to lock it in.

Ah.

His name's Etienne.

Yeah, I got that.

Do... Do you know

about drainage systems?

Weldon: Does a bear

sh*t in the woods?

He wants me to drive up

and down the road and

he wants you to go with him

to his barn to fix something.

So...

I'll just...

...drive up and down

the road, I guess.

(clanking)



(hammering)

Brother?

Oh, my brother?

Yeah, my frre?

Yeah, I'm bringing him home

from Toronto to New Brunswick.

Oh. Not Bathurst. No. Stanley.

Near Fredericton.

I'm not Stanley. I'm

Weldon, from Stanley.

Stanley's a village.

Weldon from Stanley.

Perley from Toronto.

Well, he used to be.

I'm not sure if, uh...

(sighing)

He had...

Uh, he was with a man in a park.

He had sex with him.

I used to think it

was 'cause he was,

I don't know, a pervert,

but that's not right.

It seems more

complicated than that.

One of the times he got

caught was by our old man,

he was 16, with an

apple picker from Maine,

in the barn out

back of our house.

Our dad beat on Perley

with an old axe handle,

I don't know how many times.

Then he wrapped a chain

around his neck and...

well, that's why he wears that

fruity scarf all the time.



Weldon, do something!

Do something!



I can't hear more than

10% out of this now.

There were stories that he

k*lled that apple picker.

I don't know if they're true,

but it's true that

there are stories.

How's your mind

supposed to be if...

...your own father

tries to hang you?



Perley: Wid.

Weldon: Yeah?

Perley: Why are

chickens funny?

Weldon: I don't know.

Be-caws!

(laughing) Come on.

(chuckling)

What's a pirate's

favourite letter?

Argh!

No, the sea!

(laughing)

(laughing)

What does "Saint Louis

du Ha! Ha!" Mean?

Perley: It means

Saint Louis of Ha! Ha!

Weldon: Well, that's

a stupid name.

You think they got a motel

there or someplace to eat?

Perley: I thought you had to

get back for work tomorrow.

Weldon: I'm pretty

sure I'm fired.

Perley: Yeah, I'm pretty

sure I'm fired, too.

(customers chatting in French)

(French country music

playing on stereo)

Perley: Merci.

Do you think they have hot

chicken sandwiches here?

You sure you want a big

spoon of gravy before bed?

Yes.

(men laughing, speaking French)

(men laughing)

Cheers, big ears.

(exhaling)

It's got peas on it.

Well, I guess that's

what they do with

a hot chicken

sandwich in Quebec.

If we could get up and out

early tomorrow morning,

we could be home by noon.

Uh-huh.

Yeah, so, we should

take it easy tonight.

What do you mean?

I mean... don't do

anything stupid.

What do you mean by stupid?

I'm not actually that hungry.

(clearing throat) We

should just turn in.

Well, I'm not ready to turn in.

(exhaling)

Perl, you think you'd ever

live in Stanley again?

- (laughing)

- Or Frederic... What?

I thought you liked it there.

(scoffing) Did not.

You used to come back

for visits all the time.

A visit's different than living.

But it's different there now.

Not different enough.

You could move in with me

and Mart and Mom and Ellis,

and, you know, just

as a test at first.

See if you like it.

I'm going to spend

a few days with Mom,

and then I'm heading

straight back to Toronto,

and I'm gonna fly so

you don't have to worry.

Why would you want to

go back there though?

You were in jail

for Christ's sakes.

Your wife is gone,

your job's gone,

you got nothing there.

You're all on your own.

We could keep an eye on you.

Wid... I'm not

moving back there.

We could help you find a woman.

Not like Mina. Someone better.

Mina likes women.

Even more of a reason then.

You think marrying a woman

is the answer to my problems?

Merle Thompson's married,

he's got two kids.

Couldn't be happier.

If Merle's married to a woman,

I can tell you right

now, he is not happy.

- He's the guy who got...

- Yes, I know who Merle is!

No one blames you Perl.

What senior did would

screw anyone up.

He turned you this way.

This way?

This way I am...

...is the exact reason...

...why he did this to me.

I don't want to see that.

Well, I see it every day.

You don't have to be

alone on this Perl.

I can help you, you know,

stop all this men stuff.

Perl, listen to me.

What I'm really trying to say

is that everything's

gonna be all right.

Because I forgive you.

Forgive me for what?

For, you know, uh, everything.

This, uh, all the stuff you do.

I don't know, everything.

Well, I do not forgive you.

What would you forgive me for?

Weldon: Jesus f*cking hell.

(music continues

playing on stereo)

(groaning)

(Perley speaking French)

(men laughing in distance)

(song changing on stereo)

(man laughing in distance)

(both moaning)

(clanging)

(muffled shouting)

- (shouting outside)

- (panting)

(Weldon: panting)

Perley: Get off! Stop it!

(grunting)

(Perley grunting)

(men laughing)

Perley: No!

(grunting)

- (speaking French)

- (grunting)

(punch landing)



Ada: Weldon! Do something!

Do something!

Get off! No!

(laughing)



Stop! No!

(grunting)

(both grunting)

Perley: No, no!

Stop! Stop! Let my brother go!

(Perley grunting)

Tell him to stop!

(grunting)

That's his father.

He told his father

that I r*ped him.

You think that big kid of

yours was r*ped by him?

I don't think that's

what you think.

We just want to go home.

Weldon: Perl! Get the truck!

(engine idling)

(peeling out)

Weldon: Pull over!

Perley, pull over!

(grunting)

Why?! What's wrong with you?

Why would you do that again?!

Why? What did you

think would happen?

Do you want to die? Perley,

do you want to die?!

(g*n firing)

(panting)

Put the g*n down.

I don't understand...

Move!

(g*n firing)



(sobbing)





Weldon singing: Tell

my ma when I go home

The boys won't leave

the girls alone

They pulled my hair

And stole my comb

But that's all

right 'til I go home

I'm sorry, Perl.

Perley: For what?

Weldon: For everything.

Perley singing:

She is handsome

She is pretty

She is the belle

of Belfast city

She is a-courting,

one, two, three

Please won't you tell me

Both singing: Who is she?

Hey. Let me take this off.

Put it 'round your shoulder.

I'm just going to

stick this under here.

Let's go.



I'm just sitting

here wasting my time

'Til you come home

Where's my bag?

...With your

friends of late

I'd be worried

If you didn't do

this every spring

When the grass grows

And there's birds in trees

- And the sun shines

- (engine sputtering)

And you don't need me

Did you give that

kid all your money?

(engine sputtering)

Yeah.

Did you?

(engine sputtering)

We're a pair of f*cking idiots.

(engine sputtering)



Boy: Nice dog, f*gg*t!

(music stopping)

Listen, you little f*cking c**t.

You call my brother

that word again and

you'll be picking your teeth

out your f*cking arsehole.

Ahh...

Ahh...

Okay.

(song resuming)

I'm just sitting

here, wasting my time

'Til you come home

From your escapades

In the backyard

With your friends of late

I'd be worried

If you didn't do

this every spring

When the grass grows

And there's birds in trees

And the sun shines

And you don't need me

(song ending)



- Ellis: Hey, Dad!

- Weldon: Hey!

(chattering indistinctly)

(Hayden playing "Tell Me Ma")

Tell me ma when I go home

The boys won't leave

the girls alone

They pulled my hair

and stole my comb

But that's all

right 'til I go home

She is handsome,

she is pretty

She is the belle

of Belfast city

She is a-courting,

one, two, three

Pray can you tell

me who is she?

Albert Mooney

says he loves her

All the boys are

fighting for her

Knock at the door,

they're ringing the bell

Say, "Hello, my true

love, are you well?"

Out she comes,

white as snow

Rings on her fingers,

bells on her toes

Ol' Jenny Murray

says she'll die

If she doesn't get the

fella with the rovin' eye

Let the wind and the rain

and the hail blow high

And the snow come

travelling through the sky

She's as sweet

as apple pie

She'll get her own

right by and by

When she gets a

lad of her own

She won't tell her

ma when she gets home

Let them all

come as they will

It's Albert Mooney

she loves still

Tell me ma when I go home

The boys won't leave

the girls alone

Pulled my hair

and stole my comb

But that's all right

'til I get home

She is handsome,

she is pretty

She is the belle

of Belfast city

She is a-courting,

one, two, three

Pray, can you tell

me who is she?

Albert Mooney

says he loves her

All the boys are

fighting for her

Knock at the door,

they ring at the bell

Say, "Hello, my true

love, are you well?"

Out she comes,

white as snow

Rings on her fingers,

bells on her toes

Old Jenny Murray

says she'll die

If she doesn't get the

fella with the rovin' eye

Let the wind and the rain

and the hail blow high

And the snow come

travelling through the sky

She's as sweet

as apple pie

She'll get her own

right by and by

When she gets a

lad of her own

She won't tell her

ma when she gets home

Let them all

come as they will

It's Albert Mooney

she loves still

She is handsome,

she is pretty

She is the belle

of Belfast city

She is a-courting,

one, two, three

Pray, can you tell

me who is she?

The chorus is...

She is handsome,

she is pretty

She is the belle

of Dublin city

She is a-courting,

one, two, three

Pray, won't you

tell me who is she?

(harmonizing)

(chuckling)