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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",

Eiríkur 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 Eiríkur had to bend down close to her to hear:

"I sanctify my mind in your mist,

I bathe my heart in your splendorous hearth."

Eiríkur closed the back door

and sat in the front seat next to Ásgrímur.

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 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 Elinbjört Vigdis Valthorsdottir from South Reykir

who passed away at her home in Hafnarfjördur 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 today's 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 reminds 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 Bréfsneff...

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 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 Reykjavík.

I didn't stay long in Reykjavík.

I was an apprentice...

In Bíldudalur, then in Patreksfjörður.

It was not the Iceland I had dreamed about.

And that's where I met Bergdís, 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.

Reykjavík 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 Bergdís wrote

shortly after she left us?

- Huh? - What happened to the letter

that Bergdís 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!

Bergdís 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 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, Jón Jónsson.

Litla-Hraun Prison.

Yes. It's been at least a week since I paid for it.

Yes, yes I know.

Yes, alright.

Jón?

Jón!

- 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 lose 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!