Whitewash
1
[ Man's voice ]
You know what really gets to me?
I could swear to God he was smiling.
The problem is, the bastard
Whatever.
[ Rumbling ]
[ Revving ]
[ Wind howling ]
[ Panting ]
[ Gasping ]
[ Grunts ]
Aw, sh*t!
[ Exhales ]
[ Brake sets ]
[ Creaking ]
[ Wind howling ]
[ Coughing ]
[ Exhales ]
[ Engine off ]
F***!
[ Grunts ]
[ Sighs ]
[ Man's voice ]
I hear what you're saying,
but I'm sorry,
there's no way--
no way anyone can prove I was drunk.
No.
Tipsy, maybe.
But, uh, drunk?
No. No, no.
[ Chuckles ]
Unprovable.
Without proof.
Next question?
[ Groans ]
Oh.
[ Wind howling ]
[ Tree creaking ]
[ Panting, Shivering ]
Sh*t.
[ Keys jingling ]
[ Air blowing ]
[ Bird screeches ]
[ Bird screeches ]
How'd you sleep?
That was some real f***ing
decency you did for me.
You're welcome.
- Did you eat?
- Yeah.
There's cereal, if you want some.
How 'bout I make us
a-- an omelet?
[ Chuckles ]
I'm sorry. I've only
got the cereal.
Help yourself.
[ Inhales, Exhales ]
[ Static, Tuning ]
[ Pop ]
[ Women ] Give me all your loving
And you'll set me free
[ Continues, Indistinct ]
Just give me all your loving
and you'll--
[ Engine stalls, Resumes idling ]
[ Continues ]
[ Engine off ]
[ Low rumbling ]
[ Sighs ]
[ Instrumental ]
Those things are freaky.
Yeah. My wife made 'em.
No sh*t.
The eyes.
Not the dolls.
No sh*t.
- You mean like a hobby?
- No, no.
She did it for a living.
Pretty good pay.
No sh*t.
Hmm.
So where's the wife?
You divorced?
Mmm.
Cancer.
Oh. My condolences.
Was she Mexican?
No. Why?
Mexicans love crafts.
Have you ever been to Mexico?
The Yucatn?
No.
Oh, man.
Mexico.
Mxico.
[ Chuckles ]
Ah.
There's three states
on the, uh, Yucatn Peninsula--
Yucatn, Campeche and Quintana Roo.
[ Exhales ]
Quintana Roo.
- Can I?
- Sure.
Quintana Roo is so nice, man.
It's-- It's, uh--
It's paradise down there.
You know, when you're hungry, there
are-- there are buffets everywhere.
Bar is always open.
They take care of you, you know?
You know, if you wanna go to
the pool, you go to the pool.
If you wanna swim in the sea, you
go and swim in the f***in' sea.
Merci.
Quintana Roo, man.
Uh, a couple of years ago, my wife
and I got some of them fake tattoos.
I even had a, uh--
[ Chuckles ]
I had a-- a butterfly
on my lower back.
Like a stripper.
Yeah.
Like a f***in' stripper, yeah.
[ French ]
[ Crunching ]
Really tastes like chicken wing.
Bruce, I wanna ask you something,
and I hate to ask this.
But would you mind
if I crash here again tonight?
I'll be gone tomorrow.
I promise.
But I need--
You know, I need to get
my sh*t together, you see.
Yeah, that's cool.
Thank you.
Cheers, man.
Cheers.
[ Chuckles ]
[ Sighs ]
Jesus.
F***!
[ Grunts ]
Sh*t!
[ Bruce's voice ]
Normally, you'd be absolutely right, sir.
This is nice.
Thousand miles from another human.
No television, no one selling me sh*t.
Get my head straight.
Getting some important thinking done.
Planning for the future.
I hate it here.
[ Coughing ]
[ Door rattling ]
Are you open?
Hi.
Um, look.
You can sit where you want.
[ Panting ]
Thank you.
Can I get two hamburgers,
please, and a large coffee?
And a piece of pie while I wait, please.
Uh, you want the pie before the burgers?
Yes.
Oh, and medium rare.
- Sorry?
- The burgers-- medium rare.
Oh! Yeah.
The road is closed, so how
did you get here anyway?
Uh, I-- I walked over.
- In the snow?
- Yeah. I have a friend that lives down the road.
No power, no gas.
[ Chuckling ]
Mmm! Mmm. Mmm.
Mm-hmm. Mmm. Mmm.
- Can I get a beer, please?
- Yeah.
[ Wind howling ]
[ Chattering, Indistinct ]
There you go.
You want cheese?
I do.
Uh, but, uh, I-I need to go.
Thank you.
Okay.
It's gonna be bad tomorrow.
What?
Really cold.
Here you go.
Well, good night.
[ Door closes ]
Oh.
I'm--
Oh, boy.
Ten bucks.
[ Continues ]
[ Radio:
announcer speaking French ][ Grunts ]
[ Panting ]
Oh, sh*t.
You f***in'--
[ Gas can hits ground ]
[ Pop-top opens ]
[ Bruce's voice ]
You know what, muchacho?
I did a good thing.
Mm-hmm.
Perhaps, uh, the best thing I've ever done.
That's what he wanted, right?
[ Chuckling ]
You know?
I know.
You got gum?
Mm-hmm.
Huh.
One dollar.
Take her easy.
Um, I'm gonna get goin'.
Mm-hmm.
See you around, huh?
See you.
[ Rock:
Man Singing,Muffled ]
Hey, man!
Hey!
What's going on?
You a Cochrane fan?
Okay.
Hey. Hey!
I can't really do that.
You know, they got a phone
over at McGarrigle's Grill.
Maybe you should go and,
I don't know, call a suicide hot line.
Yeah, just-- just-- just give me my
hose back and walk away, man, okay?
It's a cool car.
Is she really for sale?
[ Low rumbling ]
[ Helicopter whirring ]
Oh!
[ Helicopter whirring continues ]
All righty.
Bastards.
[ Grunting ]
Aah!
Aah.
Donkey sh*t!
Come on!
It's too loud.
Good evening.
Hey!
Good evening, Officers.
Oh--
Paul Blackburn, you say?
Ooh.
What a name.
It rings familiar.
[ Wind howling ]
No, I wouldn't say I knew him well.
Uh, went out a few times, had some beers.
Um, well, I wouldn't consider
myself to be a close friend, no.
No, no. No.
How's that?
Oh. Yeah, he mentioned
somethin' about a wife.
He did.
What's that?
You say he had two young children?
[ Choked up ]
I wasn't aware of that.
How-- You know, uh,
how old they were?
Oh, he--
No, I get emotional whenever I'm thinking about,
you know, children and--
[ Gasping ]
I'll help out anyway I can.
Oh, man.
You're f***ed up.
You are f***ed up.
Beginning of the end.
Beginning of the end.
Jesus.
Talk too much.
Talk too much.
Ah, Paul. You f***er.
She drives nice.
- That's your house?
- Yeah, it is.
You wanna come in for a beer?
[ Sighs ]
Why are you doing this?
I don't know.
[ Bruce's voice ]
Life can turn on a dime.
One day,
you're married and happy,
and the next day, you're alone.
[ Panting ]
[ Groans ]
F***!
Sh*t.
Yeah. Mmm.
Mmm.
Yeah!
Oh.
Hmm.
Come on!
What's with all these f***in' branches?
[ Vehicle approaching ]
Sh*t.
[ Man ] Well--
[ Chattering ]
Go, go, go, go!
[ Chattering in French ]
Sh*t.
Hey.
Hey, hon.
What's for supper?
What's for supper, hon?
Well,
wh-what would you like?
Oh, I don't know.
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