So if we all leave now, he wakes up to a completely empty house.
I feel like that would make him happy.
He would feel like he won. Not only empty house, but no electricity.
This is no electricity, yeah. No water.
There is electricity. The lights are literally on, but only half of them work in the house.
The other half don't work. Why, babe?
Why is that? How is that real?
Because we're in Romania. That's why.
It's called Romania. Put you in jail without reason.
We have power cuts in jail.
You know what my number one fear in jail was?
Fire. Because there was electricity wires all hanging out the ceilings, buzzing.
And I was like, if this sets on fire, how the fuck do we get out?
True. You just roast?
True. Gay.
And then, Romania has loads of hospital fires, don't they?
All the time. Yeah. All the hospitals burn down.
Bro, like last month, a hospital fire and all the old people, how many, like 30 people burnt to death?
Because they're all like on anesthetic and shit.
Well, it's a regular thing. It's like two a year both offloads burn out.
That's crazy. Yeah Nice so anyway, there's no power in the house, but you have
a Lamborghini you have a Ferrari and I have two Aston Martins and a Ferrari all outside
And then I end up as a righty and I say we get in them and we fuck off
And I say we go to the height of Romanian beauty, Bacow.
Bacow is an actual shithole.
It's a communist dump.
It's not in Transylvania, it's not in the mountains, it's not old, it's not Anglo-Saxon, nothing.
It's on a flat plain, they built a communist hellscape.
It's literally five hours away, a straight shot, middle of nowhere, shithole.
Yeah, we have a friend there. Nigel's there, and he's gonna come right back, so we're literally gonna pass him on the way going.
What I think is that we should go Bacow.
Why? Support our friend.
If you support your friend, you must support me also.
And we go around.
But why Bacow?
Why Bacow? That's my question.
But we can all agree that there's nothing in Bacow.
It's the journey, not the destination.
Exactly! It's not the destination.
We'll go to Macau, then we'll wake up there, then we'll go to Cluj, then we'll wake up there, then we'll go to Aradia, then we'll wake up there, and then we'll drive nine and a half hours all the way home.
Wait, so are we going on a three day road trip and not telling Tristan?
Exactly. Let's go.
Nothing. We're going to be gone for days.
It doesn't matter. We buy stuff there.
We pack nothing. We just go.
I'm ready.
I was in my stomach. Baby, I'm in my stomach.
I'm on the treadmill. I just threw on shit to go on the treadmill and now we're going to have a couch.
Andrew said we're going to leave in eight minutes.
Eight minutes. Ready, set, go.
So, we're going to drive on the most dangerous road in Romania.
And you can see how many cops there are. Look, cops, cops, cops, cops, cops, cops, cops crash along this road.
Nine police, two accidents and four hazards.
Why are we doing this?
And when people say the most dangerous road, I know you're thinking, ah, it's going to be crazy, windy roads like the Transfiguration.
No. It's not the fun kind of dangerous.
It's a highway with no middle barrier.
Head-on traffic with Romanian drivers trying to overtake each other.
There's nothing fun about it.
It's just hell. It's literally a straight shot to hell.
Straight shot to hell. Dacia, Dacia, Dacia, Dacia, Dacia.
Lamborghini Asta Martin trying to get cleaned, but we can't because we're in Romania and everything's full of Dacias.
We need a Dacia. No we don't.
We are broke now. We don't have money for a car wash.
So we come here because it's cheaper.
You can only do what? I can only pay you the 10 legs.
How much does a car wash cost?
Looks like it's too cheap for the amount of money.
And I think I forgot my wallet.
I got cash. My wallet is my driving license.
So we have to go back.
We have to go back, Paul? That would make me a dickhead, wouldn't it?
Captain Dickhead. Car wash it!
That's a car wash!
Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa!
That's a car wash it!
Right, Bailey. Try to wash the car.
Too rich, buddy. Shit.
I'm a man of the people.
I'm just an ordinary man, cleaning his Aston Martin DBS 770 limited edition in dark chrome with red carbon.
I'm just a normal guy.
You know? Some things just become a billionaire, but I'm not just like you.
Cleaning one of my 59 supercars!
This reminds me of something.
Yeah, guys, don't think this because I'm a billionaire.
I'm not just like you.
Cleaning one of my 59 supercars.
We'll duck in the sand.
Oh, my God.
What's happening?
So, you've run out of coins?
Correct. Alright, admit it.
Admit it. I'm broke.
You're broke! You ran out of coins!
I ran out of coins so I can't afford to fix the car.
You can't afford to wash your car because you've run out of coins.
That's right, so my car is half washed.
You're broke. I'm a brokey. I don't have the 10 cent coins for the Romanian car wash to clean my $700,000 car. I am
broke.
You and anything will still get you off of my mind.
When the morning comes, I'll grab a bag and we'll start it again.
I'd rather forget you than just a waste of time.
Baby, come back to me. Any kind of woman could see.
There was something in everything about you.
Baby, come back.
You can blame it all on me. I was wrong and I just can't be without you.
I'm going to send this to all my exes today.
Every single one.
No, I don't mean it!
I'll do it too. Rile them up!
But as the sun goes down We get that empty feeling again How I wish to God Well, our road trip might be ruined because we have a new pace car.
We have the police.
So, I think we're not going to make it to Bacow in good times like we originally planned.
It must be annoying to be a police officer because everyone around you drives at the speed limit all the time.
So, you have to drive at the speed limit and everyone behind you drives at the speed limit.
I mean, what kind of fucking madman?
Would be on bail for human trafficking and then just overtake the cops in his Aston Martin DBS Superleggera?
It would have to be a really, really, really madman.
What kind of psychopath would do that and then think that if he gets pulled over, he can talk his way out of it?
Definitely not us. No way.
No way. Because that would make no sense at all.
Especially with all the kind of legal trouble this madman would have hanging over his life.
You'd think he'd just want a quiet, peaceful life.
And just drive it to speed limit, listen to some songs.
He'd have to be a complete idiot to overtake the car.
My name's Andrew and I want to crash into a truck.
And I brought my friend Bailey to film me crashing into the truck.
I have to find protection. Bro, I'm deadly serious.
I have intended to kill myself for a long time.
I've decided to do it vehicularly.
I want to kill myself by crashing into a truck.
And I didn't want anyone to think that...
It was an accident. I wanted them to know that I did it on purpose.
So I needed it to be filmed by a competent cameraman.
And I thought it'd probably be easier just to convince you we were doing an episode of Takeoff Adventure and then convince you to film us crashing into a truck.
So I want you to know now.
That's why you're here. This is the most communist-looking place I've ever seen in my entire life.
Are you trying to tell me that this is some random communist hellscape which was simply dotted onto the map during the height of the Iron Curtain in which they built a bunch of existent pods for the slave people?
Is that what you're trying to say?
That this wonderful city, they just built a bunch of existence pods for the slave workers to live in and hide from the rain?
Is that what you're trying to say? That's exactly what I'm saying.
Oh, they have China pandas to shop.
You know what? I've got to give it to the Chinese.
They're fucking everywhere making money.
You've got to give it to them. Where the fuck are we?
And how did he get here from Beijing?
He's turned up to this fucking communist show.
In the middle of nowhere. I agree with you.
Communist dump. No one doesn't want to go to Romania, fine.
Doesn't want to go to Transylvania, where all the beautiful history is, where the beautiful mountains are.
Doesn't want to go to Bucharest, the capital, no.
He wants to go far to the east of Bucharest, in the communist flat, plain garbage part that they tried to build up there in Ceausescu, because there's nothing of actual value here.
I go there. I'll be trying to pen the shop.
Who is he using his Kung Fu on?
Him? That man's probably never left this town!
Why beat him up?
What's going on?
They're fucking everywhere. I think he knows something that we don't know.
Bro, he probably is the dark triad.
probably runs this whole place.
Spending twenties and tens and you wanna grow up to be just like them, huh!
Smugglers, scramblers, burglars, gamblers, pickpocket peddlers, even panhandlers.
You say, I'm cool, but I'm no fool, but then you wind up dropping out of high school.
Now you're unemployed, all non-void, walking around like your pretty boy Floyd.
Turned stick-up kid, but look what you done did. Got set up for an eight-year bid.
Now your manhood is took, and you're a maytag. Spend the next two years as an undercover fag.
Being used and abused, the same right now. Too and where you was found, hung dead in a cell.
It was plain to see that your life was lost. You was cold and your body swung back and forth.
But now your eyes sing the sad, sad song of how you lived so fast and died so young.
So don't push me, cause I'm close to the edge. I'm trying not to lose my head.
Ha ha ha ha.
Alright, so we made it to Bacow, but we're missing somebody.
The Aston's here, the Audi's here, the Ferrari's here.
The Lambo is missing.
Alex is missing.
Yeah. The police officer we overtook caught up and pulled his ass over.
Like an hour later?
An hour later. We meant to pull us both over.
I guess he thought we'd both stop.
But when Alex stopped, he pulled him behind Alex.
Technically, you didn't stop me, friend.
You stopped him. Bye, Alex.
Why are you scared to go to the other side of Romania?
I thought we were road men. I'm not scared.
Let's go. Let's go somewhere.
And they both look at me and say no.
Luke would sell his computer.
Tristan would fuck girls. They don't leave the house.
They're boring. And then Tristan says I'm boring because I don't drink.
And he's boring because he only drinks.
That's the thing. The chance of you getting Tristan to go anywhere tomorrow is zero.
Good luck. Go. Type words.
No, go try harder.
Come on. Believe.
He ain't going nowhere. So we have to forget him.
Lost cause. Dead soldier.
Leave him in no man's land.
We have to press forward to the destination.
The cops are the flag.
I agree. So let's go to Mishara.
Let's go to Cluj. Let's go to Mishara.
Shora, come back Sunday night.
Shora is nice.
Cluj tomorrow.
What about Mishra?
If we're going to Cluj, we might as well go to Shora.
Let's take it in baby steps.
Kluge tomorrow. We live it up, Friday night.
We're not going anywhere. We go buck wide.
Last time it was in Kluge, Tristan kicked the fuck out of someone from sitting on our car.
Did you ever see that video? Yeah.
That's what happened last time. Let's run it back.
Let's run it back. Last time it was just you and T. Now, it's you, T, Nigel, Alex, Alex, Rory.
Bro, if Rory's gonna die, someone's gonna die.
It's the next morning.
We're leaving in 10 minutes.
Thanks.
As per my usual plan.
We have two options. I was thinking last night.
I was dreaming about Stevie Shara and I came to the conclusion that we need to go back home or brush off and back home.
I vote brush off back home.
No, back home. I think the first option, back home directly.
Back home directly? No, absolutely not, Alex.
We set out for an adventure.
I think back home directly, Bailey.
Why is everybody churning on me the next morning?
Because I feel without Tristan, we need Tristan for a start to go anywhere.
Why? Tristan's never with us to begin with.
Tristan's good for the mix, bro.
He's good for the mix, I agree, but he's never with us.
Yeah, he mixes the humor, he mixes the whiskey up.
You know, things get a bit wild. Alex, what's your vote?
I'm voting for Brashoff.
You'll vote for Brashoff? Alright, so we have Brashoff, we have Home.
So far there's three in favour of Home, one in favour of Brashoff, Bailey.
Home. Home. What's the vote?
Final decision. You're Mr.
Brashoff. I am. I have to stream as well.
Sometimes in life, you need to make wise decisions, not hard decisions.