- Hello.
- Hi.
Where are you?
' I'm on the bus.
- Are you going somewhere?
- No.
Where do you live now?
Here and there.
- How about the garage?
- There's some water damage.
- Is the Alaska thing still alive?
- Of course.
Do you think you can raise
enough money for it?
My idea of a motorhome
included a bike repair space, -
a studio, living
and sleeping quarters.
And a luxury bathroom
at the heart of it.
I tend to make
ultra optimistic schedules.
Perhaps it's my subconscious
way of ignoring reality.
I wouldn't start anything,
if I made realistic schedules.
I have a vague plan,
but it changes all the time.
It may produce nothing
or turn into something else, -
but that's what separates
the artist from an engineer.
Fuck!
One, two, three...
...nine... twelve.
- I can't drive! 55!
- This is a pretty good speed.
If I go any faster,
it starts shaking.
- Is this her cruising speed?
- Yeah.
- It's quite slow.
- Yeah.
We're probably doing
like 70... 60.
- Can you see that on the GPS?
- No.
It says 6O kilometers an hour.
61 km/h.
We've got a long way to go.
64...
73... 74.
- 218 degrees.
- Hold on, that's not good.
Just keep her going.
And start listening to the motor.
Anything over 220 I worry.
What's the boiling point?
100 Celsius?
- It's around 227, isn't it?
- I don't know either.
I used to know.
I think it's 330 or 230.
Let's hit every garage sale.
Let's make our pact right now.
As blood brothers we're
gonna hit every car sale.
Every old truck
we're gonna stop, jerk off.
That's what
I'm gonna do anyway.
Put your foot down and let's
see how fast this thing can go.
We're doing good now.
It's not a fucking private car.
I just wanna see
how fast it can go.
Fucker!
For fuck's sakes!
- There's smoke in.
- You've gotta pull over.
Fuck! Shut!
I wanna write a song about this.
It's called
"Hese Must Die."
- That's not fair.
- It's gonna be a catchy tune.
Because more people
commit suicide in your country.
I hope you're gonna
make a lot of money with that.
I'll make a lot of money
and I'll give you royalties.
- One percent.
- Thank you.
How long are you planning
to stay in Canada?
- Should I know that?
- No, but as my job to ask.
- Hese, here's a sandwich.
- Thanks. How's the ravioli?
Is it in there? It's been
in there for how long?
It's hot.
Here... it's hot.
They're pretty good.
- Sort of warm.
- Who could've guessed?
That's fine.
- Claire wants to get married.
- Yeah? Why don't you do it?
- We will.
- She's a good girl.
I've just been through it,
working, having nothing.
I see all my friends. When they
get married, they have nothing.
They seem to do alright,
but I can't imagine the stress.
There's a lot of things
I wanna do before marriage.
You want to bang a bunch
of hot Asians first.
I just want to be able
to get a piece of property.
All the things that happen
when you get married.
You can do that with her,
as a team you can get that.
Marry her as long as
you'll be able to get kids.
- She doesn't wanna have kids.
- She will when you're married.
You need a wife. Hese.
- A rich wife.
- Why not?
A wolf mother.
We haven't really had
any major issues with the truck.
I'm still pretty worried, though.
We have to be wormed all the time.
You never know what happens.
- I'm not so wormed about
the truck. - The schedule?
Yeah, more like the schedule.
I don't even really
care about that.
If we won't make it
to Vancouver, no big deal.
But I have to be able to
catch a flight.
In Prince George
or White Horse.
- We're gonna be in
White Horse today. - Hopefully.
If we make a decision
to continue -
and I don't catch a flight
and we get stopped -
in a place where I don't have
any cell-phone coverage, -
I won't be able to call my boss
and tell him that Fm stuck.
He'll expect me back to work
and I'm not gonna be there.
It's the first good job I've had
in my life. I actually like it.
I go to work every day
with a smile.
I haven't forgotten for a second
the whole time.
I'm really sorry it took
so long in Wasilla, -
but the last day fix-ups
were crucial for the trip.
We wouldn't be here
without that.
I think you should try and
enjoy what's going on here.
Yeah, I'm never gonna be
up here again.
If shit happens, it's bound
to happen. We can't avoid it.
Part of my chaotic way of life
is a counter reaction.
It can be overwhelming
to be too rational.
My clad was extremely good
at rationalizing and planning, -
doing things
to get them off the agenda.
He did the same
with saving for a house.
He bought one home and
started saving for the next one, -
a bigger one
as the family grew.
Three sons, one per year.
All according to plan.
Dad thought it was practical -
for the boys to be in the same
stage at the same time.
But the rationalization
was also destructive.
I struggled with the piano
for year after year.
Dad said we've played
the piano so long -
that we can't stop -
although we sucked
and made no progress.
We hated it
and wanted to stop.
Dad said we would understand
later why it's worth it.
"You've put in so many years
you can't stop now."
It must be hard for him
to understand us.
He probably thinks that
rock'n'roll is just a phase.
"They'll move on to
classical music later."
"Then they can play
Schubert in the evenings, '
in their own, cosy apartments."
Fuck!
Shit!
Bloody hell.
Fuck!
Fuck! Goddammit.
Bloody hell! Shit!
Fuck! Dammit!