No more faggots! No more faggots!
No more faggots!
♪ 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.
♪ ...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?
They left the older brother out.
Thank you. Wid! Wid! Come on.
It's time to make a speech.
You gotta say something...
Well, it would appear that your husband
was very well liked, Ada.
Why would you say that?
Well, the whole village has come out.
Oh! The whole village comes to every funeral, Father.
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...
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?
"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!
-To Perley! - Man in back: Senior.
Right, Perley Senior.
To Perley Senior.
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.
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?
Is that the only fucking song they know?
Don't be gloomy.
- Hi, Nan. - Hey, boy!
Come on up. Yes, now.
Go up. Now, you go.
Get up here.
Uh...
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.
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."
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?
Man Is someone there?
Hello?
This is Constable Thompson.
Hold on. Mom, I got it.
Man 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.
What do you mean "was"?
Perley Hinson's dead. You've made a mistake.
Oh. No. Just hold on a sec.
Perley Mason Hinson of Toronto.
Oh, him. No, no. He's his son.
Oh, so you're his brother?
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?
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?
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.
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.
Oh, for fuck's sakes.
What's she doing outside?
Nothing.
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?
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.
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!
- 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?
You're askin' that question
the wrong ways around.
Weldon! Go! Run! Go to the Josephs'.
Go get help! Go!
Mart.
Mart?
Yeah?
I'm going to Toronto tomorrow.
I know.
How do you know?
Ada told me.
-When? - This afternoon.
This afternoon?
That was before I even knew I was going.
Fuck's sakes.
You jeez'l fuckin' women.
Well, when were you going to tell me, then?
I'm telling you now.
Oh, Wid... Come on.
You know you can talk to me about things, Wid.
Where's my boots?
What are you doing?
Well, you two want me to go, so I'm going. You happy?
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.
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 ♪
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.
What's your relationship?
-He's my brother. - ID?
You live in New Brunswick... now?
And you drove here for this?
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.
These are not my shoes.
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!
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...
- You live here? -Mm-hmm.
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.
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.
Hey, you still got that little dog?
I think he made a mess somewhere.
Holy ol' shit,
it smells like an outhouse in here.
You hungry? I'll make us a couple of sandwiches.
Wid!
Woman 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.
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.
Please leave a message after the beep
and I'll return your call promptly.
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?
When?
Man 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--
- Fuck!
Do you want a sandwich or not?
Hello, Perley. It's Ray again.
- God fucking damn it!
Call me at home--
Everything's in there.
Hello, Ray.
No, no, no. No, no, no. That's not true.
No, Ray, that's...
Fuckin' hell, Perl.
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.
♪ 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.
No worries today.
♪ Nobody else but you ♪
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 ♪
Radio DJ: Cold weekend. There'll be some snow.
A little tonight, a little tomorrow,
but basically, it's just a cool week.
♪ 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--
The new Esso gives
you premium performance, unexcelled at regular price.
And the new Esso Extra is unexcelled at...
Cold War tensions
with the Soviet Union spilled over
into the Atlantic provinces yesterday,
when two spies were captured--
♪ French fries, How they love tomatoes ♪
♪ So, dress them up with Heinz ketchup-- ♪
♪ 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?!
- 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!
No!
Perley!
You need help?
No.
You know how to read that?
Shut up.
Where are we then?
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.
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!
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!
Where's my dog?
Where's my dog?!
What'd he say? What's going on?
We can go in a minute.
They just gotta fill some stuff out.
What happened?
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.
Oh my God.
What?
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.
Hey, Mom.
Mart.
Hi.
Where's Wid at?
You need him for something?
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!
Jesus!
You sound just like Perley.
What?
I'm nothing like Perley.
Senior.
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.
I don't want to hear that word ever!
You hear?!
Wid!
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!
Oh, fuck you!
-Fuck you! - Asshole!
That was unnecessary.
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.
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.
No, no, no, three sugars.
Fuckin' idiot.
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.
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.
Sugar pie.
Coffee, three sugars.
So, what's the plan for tonight?
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.
Merci beaucoup.
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: Téléphoniste.
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...
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?
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.
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.
Ellis listens to Moses.
He's impressionable.
I don't like what he's putting in his head.
Yeah, I'll talk to him.
Which one?
Which one? The only one of 'em that's any of my business.
Okay.
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.
I'm not hanging up 'til you tell me.
Maybe.
Good enough.
Thanks.
Go to sleep.
Thanks for... you know--
We're paying for this place to sleep, not yap.
Is Bozo still around Stanley?
I can't understand why he let people call him that.
What's his real name?
I don't know.
Well, what's his mother call him?
Bozo.
He does look like a Bozo.
Why do people in small towns have so many nicknames?
Go to sleep.
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.
Archangel's not a nickname.
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?
You're the one who wanted to get a motel
and now you're not letting me sleep.
Just really pisses me off...
People like Hazel.
If you stopped thinking about yourself for
more than four seconds you'd know why Hazel named her that.
What are you talking about?
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.
I didn't know that.
Everybody else does.
Secrets don't mean nothing in a place like Stanley.
You know that better than anyone.
You think people know about me getting arrested?
Probably not yet,
but probably they will.
It don't matter though, 'cause it's different there now.
You mean because he's dead?
Yeah, I mean because he's dead.
You think Hazel really thought that name would work?
Hazel's a fuckin' idiot.
Goodnight.
Oh. Go to sleep.
How's it going?
I got a new fan belt from the guy across the street.
Spoke English, kind of.
Et bien. Ça marche, non? Ouais, c'est ça.
Oh, shit. I left the tailgate open.
My bag!
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.
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.
All right, go look for a stream
or something nearby that's not frozen.
Everything's frozen.
Just go look!
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? -Quiet!
I don't think it could get any more quiet.
Not if you keep yapping!
It's 11:01.
You're a coward.
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...
...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!
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?
Yeah, you're not one of those.
Oh... Wid.
Yeah, but you're not.
Where's that creek?
Look.
Let me do the talking.
Well, we don't need a phone.
We just need black pepper or ginger spice.
What?
Black pepper or-- Black pepper?
Uh, black pepper!
He probably thinks we're from the nut house.
Maybe he don't understand your French.
My French is perfect.
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?
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.
Brother?
Oh, my brother? Yeah, my frère?
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...
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?
Wid.
Yeah?
Why are chickens funny?
I don't know.
Be-caws!
Come on.
What's a pirate's favourite letter?
Argh!
No, the sea!
What does "Saint Louis du Ha! Ha!" Mean?
It means Saint Louis of Ha! Ha!
Well, that's a stupid name.
You think they got a motel there or someplace to eat?
I thought you had to get back for work tomorrow.
I'm pretty sure I'm fired.
Yeah, I'm pretty sure I'm fired, too.
Merci.
Do you think they have hot chicken sandwiches here?
You sure you want a big spoon of gravy before bed?
Yes.
Cheers, big ears.
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.
We should just turn in.
Well, I'm not ready to turn in.
Perl, you think you'd ever live in Stanley again?
- Or Frederic-- What?
I thought you liked it there.
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?
Jesus fucking hell.
Get off! Stop it!
No!
Weldon! Do something!
Get off! No!
Stop! No!
No, no!
Stop! Stop! Let my brother go!
Tell him to stop!
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.
Perl! Get the truck!
Pull over!
Perley, pull over!
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?!
Put the gun down.
I don't understand--
Move!
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.
For what?
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 ♪
♪ And you don't need me ♪
Did you give that kid all your money?
Yeah.
Did you?
We're a pair of fucking idiots.
Nice dog, faggot!
Listen, you little fucking cunt.
You call my brother that word again and
you'll be picking your teeth out your fucking arsehole.
Ahh...
Okay.
♪ 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 ♪
-Hey, Dad! -Hey!
♪ 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? ♪