Driving Mum (2022) Movie Script
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DRIVING MUM
CHAPTER ONE
BEGINNING AND END
Then Sigga opened her eyes
that saw no more.
"Gullfoss, The Golden Waterfall says
farewell with a double rainbow,
to his best friend",
Eirkur said in a loud voice
as he looked up at the waterfall.
"I do not have to say farewell.
I keep it right here",
Sigga replied as she placed her hand
feebly on her heart.
Then she spoke so softly
that Eirkur had to bend down
close to her to hear:
"I sanctify my mind in your mist,
I bathe my heart in your
splendorous hearth."
Eirkur closed the back door
and sat in the front seat
next to sgrmur.
They drove off.
I've never been there.
-Huh?
I've never been to Gullfoss.
-No.
I went to Geysir once
with my mother...
But I don't have a picture of me
from that trip.
She had a picture of herself
taken at Gullfoss.
Really?
But she lived so close.
I want to have my picture taken
at Gullfoss.
Isn't it a little too late
in the game for that?
You have a camera.
We're not really not going
anywhere now, are we?
Change!
This is the weather station...
Here is the forecast for tomorrow.
Over the east side of Greenland
here is 1018 mb hight
and 997 mb depression west of
Scotland moving towards east.
Temperature won't change much...
Gullfoss?
I think not.
The sweaters...
There we go...
Here.
-The cassettes?
Ah, yes!
How many do you have?
-I have ten, they're by the sweaters.
Are the new ones here?
Yes -Good.
We're all square then.
-Great.
Come here!
Come here, boy.
Wearing a seat belt will most likely
be mandatory in UK.
House of Commons
are now facing a proposal
that is expected to be agreed upon.
John Gilbert,
minister of transportation
says that using seat belts...
What are you going to do
when I die?
What?
You heard me.
You're not dying, are you?
-I don't know about that.
No, that's what I was going to say.
I don't want you to stay here
all by your lonesome.
Well, I have the dog.
I worry about you.
I'll manage.
You do remember what you promised?
Yes.
A promise is a promise.
-I know.
What are you going to do with me
when I die?
There isn't really a lot to be done
when you're dead.
What will you do with me?
I will find you a place.
-Where?
With the old man.
-No.
No, I mean down south.
In the village.
In Eyrarbakki.
Yes, in Eyrarbakki.
Can I trust you on that?
-Well, I guess you can.
Can I trust you on that?
-I just told you.
Say it again!
You can trust me on that.
-On what?
That you will be buried
in Eyrarbakki.
But above all else, I do not..
-You do not want to be cremated.
And you know that I want to wear
something decent?
Yes.
Change!
Mommy.
Mommy dearest.
Are you there,
mommy dearest?
I have my clothes all laid out...
Did you drive all this way?
Mom?
Mom!
Move!
Brezhnev!
Where's that damned dog?
Brezhnev!
Come here!
Brezhnev come here, boy!
Come here!
Brezhnev!
Come on!
Come here!
Come here!
Well, have it your way.
Goddamnit!
Not much help in you now.
What do we do?
What does he do?
Sorry!
Sorry.
Hello!
Unfortunately we cannot get past you.
Sorry...
A little help here?
Bring the map!
What a hillbilly!
Look!
I think he wants us to back up.
Can we?
No.
Are you going to give in to a Nazi?
Nazi?
Goddamnit!
You're just as spineless
as your father.
What do you want?
Don't come, stay there.
You like James Last, right?
Hey!
What's your problem?
You're an asshole!
Hey now, this is before your time.
You never got to meet her!
Well, you asked!
Come here!
Great-grandmother Elinbjrt Vigdis
Valthorsdottir from South Reykir
who passed away at her home
in Hafnarfjrdur on 13'th of June.
Funeral will take place at...
What were you looking at?
Huh?
What were you looking at?
Huh?
Where, when?
What were you looking at out there?
Nothing.
Were you whining?
Whining?
No, of course I wasn't whining.
Were you whining
over the photo album? -No!
She would have betrayed you anyway...
...growth will be stable
for the next five years.
Kosygin didn't agree with criticism
from secretary Brezhnev
about economic decisions in Soviet...
Not all is what it seems
when it comes to Comrade Kosygin.
Hmm?
Wouldn't you agree?
Yeah!
CHAPTER TWO
THE OUTSIDE WORLD
Left.
Right.
Hello.
I'm going to Bjarkarlundur.
What?
Bjarkarlundur?
We're heading south.
Is there something wrong?
Sorry?
Why were you waving at us to stop?
I don't speak Icelandic.
Uh we...
Icelandic.
She okay?
She's dead.
Ahh okay.
Ah you maybe uhh...
Left.
No. Stay still.
Hi there...
Something from the kitchen?
What can I get you?
We're hungry.
We have marvelous offer
on lamb chops.
Can I offer you todays special?
Two lamb chops.
What?
Two lamb chops specials?
-Yes.
Yes.
Please have a seat.
Yes.
Evening!
So where are youse heading
on a beautiful night like this?
Youse who?
That's a good question!
Are you from around here?
The West fjords? -Yes.
But from another county, right?
-Yes.
My friend and I are celebrating
her birthday.
I'm not going to tell you her age...
-No.
No, just saying...
She's a little over 30...
You know, right?
We have a birthday girl here tonight.
It's Duas birthday and we sing.
And speaking of Dua.
She remind us of this song!
This is a great place,
we come here all the time...
Here you go,
two lamb chops specials.
No...
It looks like the missus
was left in the car?
Here is one for all the lovers
who are going to
follow the comet tomorrow.
Hi, sweetie...
Can I have a seat?
Mr. Sweet...
Are you really not going to wish me
a Happy Birthday?
Huh?
Yes.
Thanks anyway.
Are you here all by your lonesome?
Left the missus at home?
And you out here on a trip
in the beautiful summer night?
Or are you perhaps a photographer?
Where are you headed?
-South.
Yes...
Do you live there?
No.
No...
Nice camera!
It's a Pentax Spotmatic...
Reflex camera.
Right, reflex?
Yes, single lens reflex...
35 millimeter,
tri-x black and white film...
We have a special request
from the birthday girl herself.
The only film that I work...
-Dua!
Come on up here and take it away...
Listen...
This one is especially for you!
Sweetheart.
For you, boys!
Is Dua still in the room?
Uh yes, I guess.
That's okay.
-No, that's not okay.
Sleepy-head.
Hey!
Come here!
Get out!
Fucking hell!
Where the hell did you learn
to drive, man? -Hey, buddy!
Where the hell did you learn to
drive, man? -No need to get violent.
Violent?
Huh?
How is one supposed to react
to attempted murder, huh?
Attempted murder?
What are you thinking?
Are you intentionally trying to
cause a mass accident? Huh?
Shit!
Good day!
What's going on here?
-Why don't you ask this neanderthal?
He's been putting us all in danger
by driving at a snail's pace!
Why don't you come with me
over here for a second?
Stop it!
Hey!
Come with me!
Am I being arrested for trying to
promote some minimal traffic conduct?
Take is easy, buddy.
No one is being arrested.
Watch out!
Well...
How are we doing?
-I'm doing fine.
That was quite the row of cars
behind you -Yes...
What are we talking about here?
"The row of cars behind me..."
At what speed were you driving?
-The speedometer showed 42.
That wouldn't exactly be called
speeding. -No.
Listen, that's unfortunately
much too slow for the highway.
You're creating danger
by driving so slow.
Do you have a driver's license?
-Yeah, I think so...
Well well...
Jon from Arnarfjord?
Don't you remember me?
Sven?
Sven from Sugandafjord.
We sometimes met up between fishing
tours back in the day.
You were dating some girl
from Patreksfjordur.
What was her name again?
Berg-something...
Bergrun or Bergljot...
Jon from Arnarfjord!
That's your mother, right?
Yes.
Hello there, ma'am.
You remember me?
No...
Where are you headed?
-South.
To Reykjavik?
-Eyrarbakki.
Aah, do you have any relatives
in Eyrarbakki?
My mom.
Your mom has relatives there?
-Yes.
Plan on staying long?
She is going to rest there.
Do they have a sanatorium there?
Huh? -Yes, like a temporary
rest-stay place.
She doesn't need to rest,
she's dead.
So, Jon...
Your driver's license
is getting a little worn...
And you have to get the car inspected
at your earliest convenience.
You should really just go
to the next car repair shop.
I really should ground your car
right here and now, but...
But for old times' sake
and not to mention your mother...
I'm going to give you an opportunity
to rectify this.
Okay?
I don't say this very often...
Try to drive a little faster.
Or take the less frequently
used roads.
That might be best for you?
Listen...
Aren't you...
Going to watch the comet tonight?
It's going to be spectacular.
Okay then...
Bye Jon.
Safe travels.
Maniac!
Bergrun.
-Bergdis!
Bergdis, Bergrun,
Bergljot, whatever...
Now is not a good time
to talk about her.
It's never a good time
to talk about her.
Right!
-Yes, I know!
Shut up, boy!
Stop this bloody whining, stop!
Stay, boy!
Got some frenzied energy, this one!
Just like his dad.
Come inside...
Looks like it's going to stay dry.
It's calm...
Oh shush...
That's not too bad...
Well...
The missus didn't want
a cup of coffee?
No...
Maybe she's tired?
-No.
No?
-She's dead.
Well, at least she's not tired then.
Not unless she's dead tired?
Goodbye.
Oh, hold on...
He likes the square dunking biscuits.
The thick round biscuits,
not so much.
We'll figure something out.
Yes.
He can't be without a dog now,
can he?
You should know it's impossible
to be without a dog...
Impossible.
It wasn't my fault that the dog
ran in front of the wheel!
I hereby decline any further
accusations from you...
I'm sick and tired
of your constant nagging!
All the time, every day!
CHAPTER THREE
EACH ROAD FROM HOME IS THE WAY HOME
Change!
-What?
Change it!
The cassette isn't finished yet.
Turn that wailing off!
I thought you liked this song?
-I hate it!
Alright then.
But Dad often whistled this tune?
-Yes.
I thought this was your song?
-Wasn't mine.
Your dad had such horrible taste
in music.
This song must have been popular
when you were young? -Yes.
So it was popular?
-Yes, it was.
I imagined you
and Dad dancing to this song?
Your dad didn't know how to dance.
All he could think about
were the sheep. -Yes.
He wanted for nothing outside
the county and the fjord.
Well, except you.
He bamboozled me.
What?
I was young and innocent.
What?
Mr. Grand Estate farmer
from the Westfjords.
I wouldn't call our farm an estate.
No, that's for damn sure.
Is it true that Grandma
and Grandpa
never came to visit the first years
of your marriage, before I was born?
No.
And not after, either?
-No.
And no one from the family?
-No.
It's kind of lonely here
without Brfsneff...
Well, I'm not saying
that I've started to miss him.
At least I have you.
One has to look to the future
optimistically.
And not wallow constantly
in the past.
The past is gone
and we can't change it...
Like the old man said: "While the sun
still rises in the morning..."
Oh, spare me the sentimental crap!
You must be glad to be finally going
back to Eyrarbakki?
We were going to take a trip there
after Dad died, remember?
I don't think so...
But you said...
I didn't say anything about anything.
I think you never should have
married Dad.
Why didn't you leave the old man?
Where was I supposed to go?
Home, of course.
Home?
Back to Eyrarbakki?
Yes, back to your own home.
The Bridde-family doesn't allow
for anyone to make mistakes,
that much I know.
I was just a young and silly girl
who fell in love with an older man
and had nowhere to go.
Where was I supposed to go?
The Bridde-family.
-Your father was a boor.
Huh?
What do you mean "huh"?
-What?
Had absolutely no class.
Dad?
Are you slow in the head?
At least I'm a Bridde.
No thanks to him.
Ah, I'm looking forward
to visiting the family places.
Get in touch with my roots.
Though I'm not expecting
to come across any relatives.
They're all dead.
We're the last of the Mohicans?
-You are.
I never let your father touch me...
-Alright now...
Not after I was pregnant with you.
At least that's not my fault.
What a horrible
reckless driver you are!
My Cortina doesn't like
this conversation.
Maybe she's thirsty...
Can't rely on the meter.
Well...
Maybe we should just
spend the night here?
This is as good a place as any,
right?
Do you want some music?
Ah, shoot!
I am sweet and I am gay,
Jon is on his way,
I am happy, I am gay,
Jon is on his way.
Apprehension, anxiousness,
now is being swept away
for Jon is on his way.
One night in the spring,
Jon decides to leave,
I was left here feeling blue.
But strong was my desire,
and yet I felt the fire,
within me and it left me in the mire.
I am sweet and I am gay,
Jon is on his way,
I am happy, I am gay,
Jon is on his way.
Apprehension, anxiousness,
now is being swept away,
for Jon is on his way.
Who needs the radio?
We...
Sometimes danced to the songs
on the radio show.
Huh?
She really liked it.
Huh?
-Bergdis...
We haven't had as much fun.
Not since she left.
Why are you dredging that up now?
Here I thought we were having fun?
-I guess...
You couldn't stand her, could you?
She was a Trojan horse.
A Trojan Horse?
What do you mean by that?
You didn't like her from the get-go.
Apparently your father
thought so too.
That she was a Trojan Horse?
It was obvious he thought
she was a slut.
He was always nice to her.
-Yeah, right!
I think it's you
who is slow in the head.
Don't you understand
that I cared about her?
Puh...
I think I...
...loved her.
What do you know about love?
-What do you mean?
Why do you think she disappeared
all of a sudden?
She didn't want to live
in the countryside.
We had discussed this...
She didn't even want you
to go with her.
I told her I had to think about it.
And why do you think she didn't
give you any time to think?
What are you insinuating?
All good here?
All good here?
What a magnificent night!
Did you remember to make a wish?
You know, the comet...
I had no problem deciding
what to wish for.
Good thing I found you.
Wasn't it me who found you?
I'm glad you came...
The car is acting up.
It's just getting old, right?
-Yes.
And not made for road trips.
No...
Didn't you have a dog with you?
Yes, Brezhnev.
Secretary Brezhnev?
Brezhnev,
son of Svetlana,
daughter of Nadezhda Alliluyeva.
Alliluyeva?
You remember her.
Brownish colour,
constantly barking...
Ah, yes, I remember!
Difficult name.
A hard working bitch.
And now there's is just
the two of you traveling.
Brezhnev found a new home.
It happens.
Just like you.
I get around.
Someone mentioned Selfoss.
-Really?
Why did you leave?
Was there a choice?
We were fond of one another.
Yes.
You didn't even write.
Did you?
I had no address.
And yet, and here we are.
I have to get Mum settled.
Yes.
Do you know
what dreams are made of?
Dreams?
Yes.
Look!
Hey, I was going to show you
this photograph...
Holy shit!
What have you done, boy?
Have you run away, boy?
You don't run away
from your commitments!
You just don't do that!
Well.
Come boy.
You don't run away
from your commitments!
We don't do that.
Old chap.
Well, I'll be damned!
Oh boy, you are a jinx!
Good day.
Good day.
Problems with car?
I wanted to be a photographer.
I have dreamed of traveling
to Iceland ever since I was a child.
I would have had to move
to Reykjavk.
I didn't stay long in Reykjavk.
I was an apprentice...
In Bldudalur,
then in Patreksfjrur.
It was not the Iceland
I had dreamed about.
And that's where I met Bergds,
my girlfriend.
My girlfriend lived there for a few
years before we met in France.
We were going to get married.
I brought her home
to meet my parents.
Reykjavk reminded me of her.
And then...
One day she was gone.
I didn't know where.
There are so many towns in Iceland.
Iceland may be
the final destination in my life.
Selfoss.
I heard she'd lived there.
Selfoss?
-Aha.
You and Selfoss?
-Aha.
Maybe she still lives there.
I needed to get away from the city.
Maybe she's still waiting for me.
The doctors have taken me off
all my medication.
Or maybe not...
I love being alone
in the mountains...
I have to make sure.
And talk to God...
They didn't get along,
my mother and her.
My God.
I'm honoring my mother's
final wishes.
This is the best thing
I've ever done.
Maybe I shouldn't do it.
Even though the journey has been
difficult... -She doesn't deserve it.
...at certain times.
I've been taking care of her
for 30 years.
I'm content...
Since Dad died.
With what I've done with my life
and I'm ready to die.
She was never happy,
not even when my dad was alive.
I've come to terms
with my conscience.
It's Icelandic, your sweater.
I'm not a farmer, are you?
Nice pattern.
Mum and I used to knit sweaters...
Ah, was your mother a farmer?
Yes, and we sold them
to the local cooperative store.
Why are you not transporting her
in a coffin?
Yes, I'll check that...
My mother and I are going to make a
stop at Gullfoss and then at Geysir.
If you like,
you're welcome to join us.
Gullfoss and Geysir.
It's tempting!
I might pass by...
Are you going to walk there?
I'm walking.
Goodbye and thank you...
Hey, wait a minute!
Thanks, good luck...
Good luck.
Left.
Does Bergdis live here?
Yes.
-Is she home?
You're speaking to her.
No, you're not Bergdis.
Mommy, who's that?
Who are you?
My name is Jon.
Bergdis and I know each other...
You're talking about my mom,
Bergdis Gisladottir...
Yes.
Oh my goodness,
she's so young and beautiful.
Is that you?
-Yes, we...
Does she not live here?
No. She hasn't lived here
for the past ten years.
She lives in Newcastle.
-Njookassell?
Yes, in New South Wales...
-Njoo..sauth...
In Australia.
Would you like a cup of coffee?
CHAPTER FOUR
WHEN DOES A WOMAN KILL A MAN?
How is everything going in the bay?
I used to have a friend here.
Do you remember receiving a letter
that was intended for me?
No...
I don't remember that.
Why do you ask?
So you still keep all letters?
Yes
I think so.
Are you thinking of...
-Yes
What? -What?
What are you thinking of?
Why did I never get to see a letter
that Bergds wrote
shortly after she left us?
Huh?
-What happened to the letter
that Bergds wrote to me?
Huh?
-Are you stupid?
What letter?
-What letter?
What did it say? -Yes, what do you
suppose it might have said?
Nothing special, I suppose,
except that...
That she was pregnant
and expecting a child!
Huh?
-My child!
You have a child?
-For god's sake!
What damned letter
are you talking about?
I know that you received it!
I've stopped listening!
The truth can hurt.
You just need to seek help,
don't you think?
You denied me my daughter!
Don't let anyone hear your nonsense.
I have a child!
-Says who?
And grandchildren!
-You've always been gullible.
I just spoke with my daughter!
What do you suppose you know?
You just never wanted me to have
an independent life, without you!
You know that you're special!
Bergds wanted to break off
the relationship...
Yes, but still,
she wrote me a letter!
I have always tried to protect you!
What are you saying?
Was it a girl?
Come here!
Come, come, sit.
CHAPTER FIVE
WHEN DOES A MAN KILL A WOMAN?
So you admit to setting fire
to the vehicle?
Yes.
Knowing about your mother
in the back seat? -Yes.
So you admit to having
burnt your mother? -Yes.
Alive inside the car...
-No!
Didn't you just admit to...
-She wasn't alive!
Not alive?
Well, that is not consistent
with the eyewitness statements.
He ordered two lamb chops specials...
And he only ate one of the orders.
He took the other one to the car
where the woman was waiting for him.
She obviously didn't want
to come inside.
Maybe she was phobic or something?
You don't feed a corpse,
no sir.
Not where I come from.
He was asking about some dog.
Did you see a dog?
I didn't see a dog.
What kind of dog?
I know Jon from back in the day.
I used to have a seasonal job on a
fishing trawler in the Westfjords.
Got to know the old hag
a little bit too.
She was something else,
very eccentric and energetic.
And you saw her in the Cortina
when you pulled Jon over, correct?
Oh yes, she sat in the back,
very relaxed.
Very stern looking.
Did you speak to her?
We were all talking.
I think they mentioned that they were
on their way to Eyrarbakki...
And the old broad was going in
for a rest-stay somewhere.
In Eyrarbakki?
Yes, or somewhere else.
But the old broad
didn't really say much.
She never was much of a talker.
You're not sure where this man
was from? -No.
And you don't know his name?
No.
How are we going to find
this man, then?
He is ill.
-What was wrong with him?
Don't know.
So, what do you know about him?
He is a good man and very helpful.
Well, that really narrows it down.
Yes. -Yes.
SENTENCED TO SEVEN YEARS IN PRISON.
NOT GOING TO APPEAL.
CHAPTER SIX
THE END AND THE BEGINNING
Give the ball over!
-Blues have it. Blues have it.
Please continue.
Yes, I wanted to check up
on an order.
Yes.
Yes, Jn Jnsson.
Litla-Hraun Prison.
Yes. It's been at least
a week since I paid for it.
Yes, yes I know.
Yes, alright.
Jn?
Jn!
What?
-Your package has arrived.
Really?
-It's a big one!
Yes.
That's great!
That's it.
Thanks!
-Goodbye.
Yes.
Is it all wool?
-Yes.
Who's dog is this?
No idea.
My mom feeds him.
What's his name?
My mom calls him Mooch.
-Mooch?
No, it's Pooch.
His name isn't Mooch.
I'm gonna call him Mooch.
Good.
Don't be too stiff.
Let us see.
-Yes.
Only the neck left.
This will be great
during the sheep gathering...
No, wait, listen...
Remember, not too many loops.
Yes, nice.
Don't be too stiff on the shoulders.
Just relax.
You are doing a great work here.
You have a very good influence
on the guys.
So the staff and I
have been discussing
what a shame it would be
to loose you.
Just sayin...
So you're expecting a letter
from the Ministry of Justice?
I hope you feel good here with us?
About possible reopening
of your case...
Since there's new evidence.
Yes.
It really would be such as shame
to see you go.
Well, I already said that...
I just want you to know
that we see a bright future for you
behind these walls.
Yes.
-So, what do you say?
Sounds good...
Has the institution ever
thought about setting up
a photography facility here?
A darkroom with
an enlargement machine.
That wouldn't be too costly?
Listen...
Did I tell you that we'll be getting
one of these new VCR machines?
That means that we can then
offer all kinds of movies
on those VHS tapes.
Like Rocky.
Have you seen Rocky?
You have to watch Rocky,
a great film, magnificent.
You have to watch Rocky!
We just watched it...
A magnificent film!
Come here Mooch!
Come here Mooch!
Bergdis...
It's your turn.
I would like to transport you all
to Russia.
And tell you about
Nadezhda Alliuyeva
and her tragic fate.
Ah, cheers!
DRIVING MUM
CHAPTER ONE
BEGINNING AND END
Then Sigga opened her eyes
that saw no more.
"Gullfoss, The Golden Waterfall says
farewell with a double rainbow,
to his best friend",
Eirkur said in a loud voice
as he looked up at the waterfall.
"I do not have to say farewell.
I keep it right here",
Sigga replied as she placed her hand
feebly on her heart.
Then she spoke so softly
that Eirkur had to bend down
close to her to hear:
"I sanctify my mind in your mist,
I bathe my heart in your
splendorous hearth."
Eirkur closed the back door
and sat in the front seat
next to sgrmur.
They drove off.
I've never been there.
-Huh?
I've never been to Gullfoss.
-No.
I went to Geysir once
with my mother...
But I don't have a picture of me
from that trip.
She had a picture of herself
taken at Gullfoss.
Really?
But she lived so close.
I want to have my picture taken
at Gullfoss.
Isn't it a little too late
in the game for that?
You have a camera.
We're not really not going
anywhere now, are we?
Change!
This is the weather station...
Here is the forecast for tomorrow.
Over the east side of Greenland
here is 1018 mb hight
and 997 mb depression west of
Scotland moving towards east.
Temperature won't change much...
Gullfoss?
I think not.
The sweaters...
There we go...
Here.
-The cassettes?
Ah, yes!
How many do you have?
-I have ten, they're by the sweaters.
Are the new ones here?
Yes -Good.
We're all square then.
-Great.
Come here!
Come here, boy.
Wearing a seat belt will most likely
be mandatory in UK.
House of Commons
are now facing a proposal
that is expected to be agreed upon.
John Gilbert,
minister of transportation
says that using seat belts...
What are you going to do
when I die?
What?
You heard me.
You're not dying, are you?
-I don't know about that.
No, that's what I was going to say.
I don't want you to stay here
all by your lonesome.
Well, I have the dog.
I worry about you.
I'll manage.
You do remember what you promised?
Yes.
A promise is a promise.
-I know.
What are you going to do with me
when I die?
There isn't really a lot to be done
when you're dead.
What will you do with me?
I will find you a place.
-Where?
With the old man.
-No.
No, I mean down south.
In the village.
In Eyrarbakki.
Yes, in Eyrarbakki.
Can I trust you on that?
-Well, I guess you can.
Can I trust you on that?
-I just told you.
Say it again!
You can trust me on that.
-On what?
That you will be buried
in Eyrarbakki.
But above all else, I do not..
-You do not want to be cremated.
And you know that I want to wear
something decent?
Yes.
Change!
Mommy.
Mommy dearest.
Are you there,
mommy dearest?
I have my clothes all laid out...
Did you drive all this way?
Mom?
Mom!
Move!
Brezhnev!
Where's that damned dog?
Brezhnev!
Come here!
Brezhnev come here, boy!
Come here!
Brezhnev!
Come on!
Come here!
Come here!
Well, have it your way.
Goddamnit!
Not much help in you now.
What do we do?
What does he do?
Sorry!
Sorry.
Hello!
Unfortunately we cannot get past you.
Sorry...
A little help here?
Bring the map!
What a hillbilly!
Look!
I think he wants us to back up.
Can we?
No.
Are you going to give in to a Nazi?
Nazi?
Goddamnit!
You're just as spineless
as your father.
What do you want?
Don't come, stay there.
You like James Last, right?
Hey!
What's your problem?
You're an asshole!
Hey now, this is before your time.
You never got to meet her!
Well, you asked!
Come here!
Great-grandmother Elinbjrt Vigdis
Valthorsdottir from South Reykir
who passed away at her home
in Hafnarfjrdur on 13'th of June.
Funeral will take place at...
What were you looking at?
Huh?
What were you looking at?
Huh?
Where, when?
What were you looking at out there?
Nothing.
Were you whining?
Whining?
No, of course I wasn't whining.
Were you whining
over the photo album? -No!
She would have betrayed you anyway...
...growth will be stable
for the next five years.
Kosygin didn't agree with criticism
from secretary Brezhnev
about economic decisions in Soviet...
Not all is what it seems
when it comes to Comrade Kosygin.
Hmm?
Wouldn't you agree?
Yeah!
CHAPTER TWO
THE OUTSIDE WORLD
Left.
Right.
Hello.
I'm going to Bjarkarlundur.
What?
Bjarkarlundur?
We're heading south.
Is there something wrong?
Sorry?
Why were you waving at us to stop?
I don't speak Icelandic.
Uh we...
Icelandic.
She okay?
She's dead.
Ahh okay.
Ah you maybe uhh...
Left.
No. Stay still.
Hi there...
Something from the kitchen?
What can I get you?
We're hungry.
We have marvelous offer
on lamb chops.
Can I offer you todays special?
Two lamb chops.
What?
Two lamb chops specials?
-Yes.
Yes.
Please have a seat.
Yes.
Evening!
So where are youse heading
on a beautiful night like this?
Youse who?
That's a good question!
Are you from around here?
The West fjords? -Yes.
But from another county, right?
-Yes.
My friend and I are celebrating
her birthday.
I'm not going to tell you her age...
-No.
No, just saying...
She's a little over 30...
You know, right?
We have a birthday girl here tonight.
It's Duas birthday and we sing.
And speaking of Dua.
She remind us of this song!
This is a great place,
we come here all the time...
Here you go,
two lamb chops specials.
No...
It looks like the missus
was left in the car?
Here is one for all the lovers
who are going to
follow the comet tomorrow.
Hi, sweetie...
Can I have a seat?
Mr. Sweet...
Are you really not going to wish me
a Happy Birthday?
Huh?
Yes.
Thanks anyway.
Are you here all by your lonesome?
Left the missus at home?
And you out here on a trip
in the beautiful summer night?
Or are you perhaps a photographer?
Where are you headed?
-South.
Yes...
Do you live there?
No.
No...
Nice camera!
It's a Pentax Spotmatic...
Reflex camera.
Right, reflex?
Yes, single lens reflex...
35 millimeter,
tri-x black and white film...
We have a special request
from the birthday girl herself.
The only film that I work...
-Dua!
Come on up here and take it away...
Listen...
This one is especially for you!
Sweetheart.
For you, boys!
Is Dua still in the room?
Uh yes, I guess.
That's okay.
-No, that's not okay.
Sleepy-head.
Hey!
Come here!
Get out!
Fucking hell!
Where the hell did you learn
to drive, man? -Hey, buddy!
Where the hell did you learn to
drive, man? -No need to get violent.
Violent?
Huh?
How is one supposed to react
to attempted murder, huh?
Attempted murder?
What are you thinking?
Are you intentionally trying to
cause a mass accident? Huh?
Shit!
Good day!
What's going on here?
-Why don't you ask this neanderthal?
He's been putting us all in danger
by driving at a snail's pace!
Why don't you come with me
over here for a second?
Stop it!
Hey!
Come with me!
Am I being arrested for trying to
promote some minimal traffic conduct?
Take is easy, buddy.
No one is being arrested.
Watch out!
Well...
How are we doing?
-I'm doing fine.
That was quite the row of cars
behind you -Yes...
What are we talking about here?
"The row of cars behind me..."
At what speed were you driving?
-The speedometer showed 42.
That wouldn't exactly be called
speeding. -No.
Listen, that's unfortunately
much too slow for the highway.
You're creating danger
by driving so slow.
Do you have a driver's license?
-Yeah, I think so...
Well well...
Jon from Arnarfjord?
Don't you remember me?
Sven?
Sven from Sugandafjord.
We sometimes met up between fishing
tours back in the day.
You were dating some girl
from Patreksfjordur.
What was her name again?
Berg-something...
Bergrun or Bergljot...
Jon from Arnarfjord!
That's your mother, right?
Yes.
Hello there, ma'am.
You remember me?
No...
Where are you headed?
-South.
To Reykjavik?
-Eyrarbakki.
Aah, do you have any relatives
in Eyrarbakki?
My mom.
Your mom has relatives there?
-Yes.
Plan on staying long?
She is going to rest there.
Do they have a sanatorium there?
Huh? -Yes, like a temporary
rest-stay place.
She doesn't need to rest,
she's dead.
So, Jon...
Your driver's license
is getting a little worn...
And you have to get the car inspected
at your earliest convenience.
You should really just go
to the next car repair shop.
I really should ground your car
right here and now, but...
But for old times' sake
and not to mention your mother...
I'm going to give you an opportunity
to rectify this.
Okay?
I don't say this very often...
Try to drive a little faster.
Or take the less frequently
used roads.
That might be best for you?
Listen...
Aren't you...
Going to watch the comet tonight?
It's going to be spectacular.
Okay then...
Bye Jon.
Safe travels.
Maniac!
Bergrun.
-Bergdis!
Bergdis, Bergrun,
Bergljot, whatever...
Now is not a good time
to talk about her.
It's never a good time
to talk about her.
Right!
-Yes, I know!
Shut up, boy!
Stop this bloody whining, stop!
Stay, boy!
Got some frenzied energy, this one!
Just like his dad.
Come inside...
Looks like it's going to stay dry.
It's calm...
Oh shush...
That's not too bad...
Well...
The missus didn't want
a cup of coffee?
No...
Maybe she's tired?
-No.
No?
-She's dead.
Well, at least she's not tired then.
Not unless she's dead tired?
Goodbye.
Oh, hold on...
He likes the square dunking biscuits.
The thick round biscuits,
not so much.
We'll figure something out.
Yes.
He can't be without a dog now,
can he?
You should know it's impossible
to be without a dog...
Impossible.
It wasn't my fault that the dog
ran in front of the wheel!
I hereby decline any further
accusations from you...
I'm sick and tired
of your constant nagging!
All the time, every day!
CHAPTER THREE
EACH ROAD FROM HOME IS THE WAY HOME
Change!
-What?
Change it!
The cassette isn't finished yet.
Turn that wailing off!
I thought you liked this song?
-I hate it!
Alright then.
But Dad often whistled this tune?
-Yes.
I thought this was your song?
-Wasn't mine.
Your dad had such horrible taste
in music.
This song must have been popular
when you were young? -Yes.
So it was popular?
-Yes, it was.
I imagined you
and Dad dancing to this song?
Your dad didn't know how to dance.
All he could think about
were the sheep. -Yes.
He wanted for nothing outside
the county and the fjord.
Well, except you.
He bamboozled me.
What?
I was young and innocent.
What?
Mr. Grand Estate farmer
from the Westfjords.
I wouldn't call our farm an estate.
No, that's for damn sure.
Is it true that Grandma
and Grandpa
never came to visit the first years
of your marriage, before I was born?
No.
And not after, either?
-No.
And no one from the family?
-No.
It's kind of lonely here
without Brfsneff...
Well, I'm not saying
that I've started to miss him.
At least I have you.
One has to look to the future
optimistically.
And not wallow constantly
in the past.
The past is gone
and we can't change it...
Like the old man said: "While the sun
still rises in the morning..."
Oh, spare me the sentimental crap!
You must be glad to be finally going
back to Eyrarbakki?
We were going to take a trip there
after Dad died, remember?
I don't think so...
But you said...
I didn't say anything about anything.
I think you never should have
married Dad.
Why didn't you leave the old man?
Where was I supposed to go?
Home, of course.
Home?
Back to Eyrarbakki?
Yes, back to your own home.
The Bridde-family doesn't allow
for anyone to make mistakes,
that much I know.
I was just a young and silly girl
who fell in love with an older man
and had nowhere to go.
Where was I supposed to go?
The Bridde-family.
-Your father was a boor.
Huh?
What do you mean "huh"?
-What?
Had absolutely no class.
Dad?
Are you slow in the head?
At least I'm a Bridde.
No thanks to him.
Ah, I'm looking forward
to visiting the family places.
Get in touch with my roots.
Though I'm not expecting
to come across any relatives.
They're all dead.
We're the last of the Mohicans?
-You are.
I never let your father touch me...
-Alright now...
Not after I was pregnant with you.
At least that's not my fault.
What a horrible
reckless driver you are!
My Cortina doesn't like
this conversation.
Maybe she's thirsty...
Can't rely on the meter.
Well...
Maybe we should just
spend the night here?
This is as good a place as any,
right?
Do you want some music?
Ah, shoot!
I am sweet and I am gay,
Jon is on his way,
I am happy, I am gay,
Jon is on his way.
Apprehension, anxiousness,
now is being swept away
for Jon is on his way.
One night in the spring,
Jon decides to leave,
I was left here feeling blue.
But strong was my desire,
and yet I felt the fire,
within me and it left me in the mire.
I am sweet and I am gay,
Jon is on his way,
I am happy, I am gay,
Jon is on his way.
Apprehension, anxiousness,
now is being swept away,
for Jon is on his way.
Who needs the radio?
We...
Sometimes danced to the songs
on the radio show.
Huh?
She really liked it.
Huh?
-Bergdis...
We haven't had as much fun.
Not since she left.
Why are you dredging that up now?
Here I thought we were having fun?
-I guess...
You couldn't stand her, could you?
She was a Trojan horse.
A Trojan Horse?
What do you mean by that?
You didn't like her from the get-go.
Apparently your father
thought so too.
That she was a Trojan Horse?
It was obvious he thought
she was a slut.
He was always nice to her.
-Yeah, right!
I think it's you
who is slow in the head.
Don't you understand
that I cared about her?
Puh...
I think I...
...loved her.
What do you know about love?
-What do you mean?
Why do you think she disappeared
all of a sudden?
She didn't want to live
in the countryside.
We had discussed this...
She didn't even want you
to go with her.
I told her I had to think about it.
And why do you think she didn't
give you any time to think?
What are you insinuating?
All good here?
All good here?
What a magnificent night!
Did you remember to make a wish?
You know, the comet...
I had no problem deciding
what to wish for.
Good thing I found you.
Wasn't it me who found you?
I'm glad you came...
The car is acting up.
It's just getting old, right?
-Yes.
And not made for road trips.
No...
Didn't you have a dog with you?
Yes, Brezhnev.
Secretary Brezhnev?
Brezhnev,
son of Svetlana,
daughter of Nadezhda Alliluyeva.
Alliluyeva?
You remember her.
Brownish colour,
constantly barking...
Ah, yes, I remember!
Difficult name.
A hard working bitch.
And now there's is just
the two of you traveling.
Brezhnev found a new home.
It happens.
Just like you.
I get around.
Someone mentioned Selfoss.
-Really?
Why did you leave?
Was there a choice?
We were fond of one another.
Yes.
You didn't even write.
Did you?
I had no address.
And yet, and here we are.
I have to get Mum settled.
Yes.
Do you know
what dreams are made of?
Dreams?
Yes.
Look!
Hey, I was going to show you
this photograph...
Holy shit!
What have you done, boy?
Have you run away, boy?
You don't run away
from your commitments!
You just don't do that!
Well.
Come boy.
You don't run away
from your commitments!
We don't do that.
Old chap.
Well, I'll be damned!
Oh boy, you are a jinx!
Good day.
Good day.
Problems with car?
I wanted to be a photographer.
I have dreamed of traveling
to Iceland ever since I was a child.
I would have had to move
to Reykjavk.
I didn't stay long in Reykjavk.
I was an apprentice...
In Bldudalur,
then in Patreksfjrur.
It was not the Iceland
I had dreamed about.
And that's where I met Bergds,
my girlfriend.
My girlfriend lived there for a few
years before we met in France.
We were going to get married.
I brought her home
to meet my parents.
Reykjavk reminded me of her.
And then...
One day she was gone.
I didn't know where.
There are so many towns in Iceland.
Iceland may be
the final destination in my life.
Selfoss.
I heard she'd lived there.
Selfoss?
-Aha.
You and Selfoss?
-Aha.
Maybe she still lives there.
I needed to get away from the city.
Maybe she's still waiting for me.
The doctors have taken me off
all my medication.
Or maybe not...
I love being alone
in the mountains...
I have to make sure.
And talk to God...
They didn't get along,
my mother and her.
My God.
I'm honoring my mother's
final wishes.
This is the best thing
I've ever done.
Maybe I shouldn't do it.
Even though the journey has been
difficult... -She doesn't deserve it.
...at certain times.
I've been taking care of her
for 30 years.
I'm content...
Since Dad died.
With what I've done with my life
and I'm ready to die.
She was never happy,
not even when my dad was alive.
I've come to terms
with my conscience.
It's Icelandic, your sweater.
I'm not a farmer, are you?
Nice pattern.
Mum and I used to knit sweaters...
Ah, was your mother a farmer?
Yes, and we sold them
to the local cooperative store.
Why are you not transporting her
in a coffin?
Yes, I'll check that...
My mother and I are going to make a
stop at Gullfoss and then at Geysir.
If you like,
you're welcome to join us.
Gullfoss and Geysir.
It's tempting!
I might pass by...
Are you going to walk there?
I'm walking.
Goodbye and thank you...
Hey, wait a minute!
Thanks, good luck...
Good luck.
Left.
Does Bergdis live here?
Yes.
-Is she home?
You're speaking to her.
No, you're not Bergdis.
Mommy, who's that?
Who are you?
My name is Jon.
Bergdis and I know each other...
You're talking about my mom,
Bergdis Gisladottir...
Yes.
Oh my goodness,
she's so young and beautiful.
Is that you?
-Yes, we...
Does she not live here?
No. She hasn't lived here
for the past ten years.
She lives in Newcastle.
-Njookassell?
Yes, in New South Wales...
-Njoo..sauth...
In Australia.
Would you like a cup of coffee?
CHAPTER FOUR
WHEN DOES A WOMAN KILL A MAN?
How is everything going in the bay?
I used to have a friend here.
Do you remember receiving a letter
that was intended for me?
No...
I don't remember that.
Why do you ask?
So you still keep all letters?
Yes
I think so.
Are you thinking of...
-Yes
What? -What?
What are you thinking of?
Why did I never get to see a letter
that Bergds wrote
shortly after she left us?
Huh?
-What happened to the letter
that Bergds wrote to me?
Huh?
-Are you stupid?
What letter?
-What letter?
What did it say? -Yes, what do you
suppose it might have said?
Nothing special, I suppose,
except that...
That she was pregnant
and expecting a child!
Huh?
-My child!
You have a child?
-For god's sake!
What damned letter
are you talking about?
I know that you received it!
I've stopped listening!
The truth can hurt.
You just need to seek help,
don't you think?
You denied me my daughter!
Don't let anyone hear your nonsense.
I have a child!
-Says who?
And grandchildren!
-You've always been gullible.
I just spoke with my daughter!
What do you suppose you know?
You just never wanted me to have
an independent life, without you!
You know that you're special!
Bergds wanted to break off
the relationship...
Yes, but still,
she wrote me a letter!
I have always tried to protect you!
What are you saying?
Was it a girl?
Come here!
Come, come, sit.
CHAPTER FIVE
WHEN DOES A MAN KILL A WOMAN?
So you admit to setting fire
to the vehicle?
Yes.
Knowing about your mother
in the back seat? -Yes.
So you admit to having
burnt your mother? -Yes.
Alive inside the car...
-No!
Didn't you just admit to...
-She wasn't alive!
Not alive?
Well, that is not consistent
with the eyewitness statements.
He ordered two lamb chops specials...
And he only ate one of the orders.
He took the other one to the car
where the woman was waiting for him.
She obviously didn't want
to come inside.
Maybe she was phobic or something?
You don't feed a corpse,
no sir.
Not where I come from.
He was asking about some dog.
Did you see a dog?
I didn't see a dog.
What kind of dog?
I know Jon from back in the day.
I used to have a seasonal job on a
fishing trawler in the Westfjords.
Got to know the old hag
a little bit too.
She was something else,
very eccentric and energetic.
And you saw her in the Cortina
when you pulled Jon over, correct?
Oh yes, she sat in the back,
very relaxed.
Very stern looking.
Did you speak to her?
We were all talking.
I think they mentioned that they were
on their way to Eyrarbakki...
And the old broad was going in
for a rest-stay somewhere.
In Eyrarbakki?
Yes, or somewhere else.
But the old broad
didn't really say much.
She never was much of a talker.
You're not sure where this man
was from? -No.
And you don't know his name?
No.
How are we going to find
this man, then?
He is ill.
-What was wrong with him?
Don't know.
So, what do you know about him?
He is a good man and very helpful.
Well, that really narrows it down.
Yes. -Yes.
SENTENCED TO SEVEN YEARS IN PRISON.
NOT GOING TO APPEAL.
CHAPTER SIX
THE END AND THE BEGINNING
Give the ball over!
-Blues have it. Blues have it.
Please continue.
Yes, I wanted to check up
on an order.
Yes.
Yes, Jn Jnsson.
Litla-Hraun Prison.
Yes. It's been at least
a week since I paid for it.
Yes, yes I know.
Yes, alright.
Jn?
Jn!
What?
-Your package has arrived.
Really?
-It's a big one!
Yes.
That's great!
That's it.
Thanks!
-Goodbye.
Yes.
Is it all wool?
-Yes.
Who's dog is this?
No idea.
My mom feeds him.
What's his name?
My mom calls him Mooch.
-Mooch?
No, it's Pooch.
His name isn't Mooch.
I'm gonna call him Mooch.
Good.
Don't be too stiff.
Let us see.
-Yes.
Only the neck left.
This will be great
during the sheep gathering...
No, wait, listen...
Remember, not too many loops.
Yes, nice.
Don't be too stiff on the shoulders.
Just relax.
You are doing a great work here.
You have a very good influence
on the guys.
So the staff and I
have been discussing
what a shame it would be
to loose you.
Just sayin...
So you're expecting a letter
from the Ministry of Justice?
I hope you feel good here with us?
About possible reopening
of your case...
Since there's new evidence.
Yes.
It really would be such as shame
to see you go.
Well, I already said that...
I just want you to know
that we see a bright future for you
behind these walls.
Yes.
-So, what do you say?
Sounds good...
Has the institution ever
thought about setting up
a photography facility here?
A darkroom with
an enlargement machine.
That wouldn't be too costly?
Listen...
Did I tell you that we'll be getting
one of these new VCR machines?
That means that we can then
offer all kinds of movies
on those VHS tapes.
Like Rocky.
Have you seen Rocky?
You have to watch Rocky,
a great film, magnificent.
You have to watch Rocky!
We just watched it...
A magnificent film!
Come here Mooch!
Come here Mooch!
Bergdis...
It's your turn.
I would like to transport you all
to Russia.
And tell you about
Nadezhda Alliuyeva
and her tragic fate.
Ah, cheers!