Drive Back Home (2024) Movie Script
1
Crowd: No more faggots!
No more faggots!
No more faggots!
No more faggots!
No more faggots!
No more faggots!
No more faggots!
(whistle blowing)
(crowd cheering)
The lines on my face
Are like words
written on a page...
Any homosexual 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
fucking 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 goddamn 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 fucking 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 faggot, you know.
He's just mixed up.
I don't give a shit 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 fuck'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.
Fuck's sakes.
You jeez'l fuckin' 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 ass.
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 shit
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 bullet
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.
Fuckin' balls, 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, fuck 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 shit.
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 shit.
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
goddamn chauffeur or whatever.
You go when I go
and I'm going now.
If we go now, we'll
kill 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' shit,
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?
Goddamn it, Perl,
if that stupid bitch
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)
- Fuck!
Do you want a sandwich or not?
Hello, Perley. It's Ray again.
- God fucking 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)
Fuckin' 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 fuckin' thing is not
getting in my fuckin' truck.
Yes, he fucking is!
I'm not getting in that
fucking truck without him!
He's the only thing
in this goddamn world
that ever cared about
me, and I need him!
Mina, that fucking cunt!
You!
You don't care!
Brownie is coming!
Holy fuckin' Jesus Christ!
Yeah, why not? Let's
bring the toaster, too!
And the fuckin' TV!
And the fuckin'...
God knows whatever else!
How the fuck did I wind up
getting roped into this shit?
- 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 fuck'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 War 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 fucking game?!
- (laughs)
- It's not fucking funny!
I'm in my goddamn boss' truck
900 miles from where
it's supposed to be
because of you, you
in a fuckin' park,
doing fuckin' 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 fucking moaning,
or I'm tossing you and
your weird fuckin' 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 goddamn 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 shit...
- 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 fucking dog.
How much gas do you have?
About 40 gallons.
That sounds like
you're making a bomb.
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
fucking 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 fuck'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 faggot
will be picking teeth out
of his asshole 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
fag 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 killed.
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, fuck you!
- Weldon: Fuck you!
- Asshole!
That was unnecessary.
(Weldon sighing)
(sighing)
(gasping)
(shutting off engine)
(snoring)
(yawning)
(sighing)
What are you looking at?
Fuckin' 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.
Fuckin' 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 ass.
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 fucking 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 shit 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 fuckin' 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, shit. 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 fuck 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 fuck'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 fags
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 fag?
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
shit 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
killed 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 fucking 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 raped him.
You think that big kid of
yours was raped 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?!
(gun firing)
(panting)
Put the gun down.
I don't understand...
Move!
(gun 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 fucking idiots.
(engine sputtering)
Boy: Nice dog, faggot!
(music stopping)
Listen, you little fucking cunt.
You call my brother
that word again and
you'll be picking your teeth
out your fucking 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)
Crowd: No more faggots!
No more faggots!
No more faggots!
No more faggots!
No more faggots!
No more faggots!
No more faggots!
(whistle blowing)
(crowd cheering)
The lines on my face
Are like words
written on a page...
Any homosexual 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
fucking 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 goddamn 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 fucking 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 faggot, you know.
He's just mixed up.
I don't give a shit 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 fuck'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.
Fuck's sakes.
You jeez'l fuckin' 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 ass.
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 shit
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 bullet
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.
Fuckin' balls, 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, fuck 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 shit.
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 shit.
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
goddamn chauffeur or whatever.
You go when I go
and I'm going now.
If we go now, we'll
kill 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' shit,
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?
Goddamn it, Perl,
if that stupid bitch
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)
- Fuck!
Do you want a sandwich or not?
Hello, Perley. It's Ray again.
- God fucking 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)
Fuckin' 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 fuckin' thing is not
getting in my fuckin' truck.
Yes, he fucking is!
I'm not getting in that
fucking truck without him!
He's the only thing
in this goddamn world
that ever cared about
me, and I need him!
Mina, that fucking cunt!
You!
You don't care!
Brownie is coming!
Holy fuckin' Jesus Christ!
Yeah, why not? Let's
bring the toaster, too!
And the fuckin' TV!
And the fuckin'...
God knows whatever else!
How the fuck did I wind up
getting roped into this shit?
- 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 fuck'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 War 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 fucking game?!
- (laughs)
- It's not fucking funny!
I'm in my goddamn boss' truck
900 miles from where
it's supposed to be
because of you, you
in a fuckin' park,
doing fuckin' 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 fucking moaning,
or I'm tossing you and
your weird fuckin' 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 goddamn 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 shit...
- 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 fucking dog.
How much gas do you have?
About 40 gallons.
That sounds like
you're making a bomb.
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
fucking 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 fuck'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 faggot
will be picking teeth out
of his asshole 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
fag 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 killed.
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, fuck you!
- Weldon: Fuck you!
- Asshole!
That was unnecessary.
(Weldon sighing)
(sighing)
(gasping)
(shutting off engine)
(snoring)
(yawning)
(sighing)
What are you looking at?
Fuckin' 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.
Fuckin' 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 ass.
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 fucking 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 shit 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 fuckin' 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, shit. 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 fuck 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 fuck'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 fags
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 fag?
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
shit 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
killed 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 fucking 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 raped him.
You think that big kid of
yours was raped 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?!
(gun firing)
(panting)
Put the gun down.
I don't understand...
Move!
(gun 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 fucking idiots.
(engine sputtering)
Boy: Nice dog, faggot!
(music stopping)
Listen, you little fucking cunt.
You call my brother
that word again and
you'll be picking your teeth
out your fucking 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)