COCKEREL CROWING
DOG BARKS IN DISTANCE
DOG BARKS, HE WHISTLES
BUZZING OVERHEAD
BUZZING CONTINUES
DOG BARKS
BUZZING CONTINUES
GUNFIRE
DOOR OPENING Johnny?
Been calling you.
Thought we'd go test drive that new tractor.
Ah, I'm OK. It's got automatic steering,
GPS, state-of-the-art, satnav.
Oh, well, in that case...
Ah, look at that. COW MOOING
One day, it'll all be yours.
CHUCKLES Great.
Come on. SIGHS
Cheers, Ted. No probs. Thank you.
What do you reckon?
Yeah, it's cool. Yeah.
Maxing-out-the-Mastercard cool? Cos that's what'll happen.
Want a spin? I'm not old enough.
Ah, don't worry, I sent off for your provisional.
Dad, I'm 15. Ah, well, go on.
Cor! Jesus.
Bugger.
CHUCKLING Well, the brakes work. We know that.
Yeah, they do, don't they? Thank you
Dad, where are you going?
It's a shortcut. Shortcut? You're lost.
Hey. Hey. Stop!
Can I get through here, mate? No, no, you have to go back.
You have to go around. All right.
Calm down.
Don't say a word. JOHNNY SNORTS
'Low Rider' by War
Palisades? That's where Uncle Caleb works, right?
Yeah, last I heard.
Shall we go and say hello?
Well, it's not really the sort of place you just rock up.
Is it true he killed a man with a bayonet in Iraq?
He tell you that? Must be true, then.
Ah, I've said I'll pop over to Owen's
and deal with a branch for him. Do you want to come with?
Oh, no. I've got stuff to do at home.
Oh, right.
Stuff in the real world or the virtual world?
Original Hm. Homework, actually.
Can I get a new motherboard?
What? How much is that gonna cost?
I'd say 300.
Three-hundred quid? Yeah.
Ah, well, you'll have to wait till your birthday for that.
Right. OK. See you.
CHAINSAW WHIRRS
'Last time you were up there,
'your dad and me were sat out drinking beer.'
Probably trying to sell you something you didn't want.
He was all right, your dad. For an Englishman.
Vet came over last week for the TB tests.
Oh, yeah? Austin?
New bloke. Roger something.
Inconclusive, so they're running more.
Ah, well.
Wait till then, then. Could be all right.
Meantime, I'm locked down for the foreseeable.
You just wanna run a line of electric across the top field?
Just in case. Sure.
We'll be making more from the eggs soon.
What do you make of the van, then?
Oh, it's lovely.
Very colourful. Gwen's idea.
It was that or glamping.
Well, you're diversifying, aren't you?
There's nothing wrong with that.
I dunno, Nate.
Mortgaged to the gills, bank won't lend us another bean.
Yeah, tell me about it.
Maybe we should sell up like Bill Turner.
You don't mean that.
He got a fair price. Yeah, but from who?
Some storage company?
He told me they've got fairground equipment.
Big wheels and bumper cars and that.
Yeah. He said you gave him the third degree.
Well, it affects us all, doesn't it?
And what's a storage company want with a farm, anyway?
Cheque didn't bounce.
I got a letter off an agent last week.
I own a farm of ideal size and specifications, apparently.
I hope you threw it in the bin.
Course.
Do you want this lot chopped up firewood-size?
Yeah.
CHAINSAW WHIRRS
Thanks so much, Nate.
Can't afford tree surgeons these days.
Did he tell you about the inconclusives?
Yeah. I say there's no sense in panicking
till you've had the results.
No.
How are you doing, Nathan? Me?
I'm fine.
Johnny?
Well, Johnny's always on his computer, you know.
Playing those games? Playing those games.
THEY CHUCKLE
Here you are. I haven't had a chance to wash them yet.
Some Welsh cakes for Johnny. Oh.
Oh, you're spoiling us Oh, just as good on the inside.
No, I'm joking. Thank you.
This is my dad.
Scott Foley.
Nathan Williams.
I'm here about the barn.
I must be the only person left who doesn't use Tripadvisor.
Oh, well, you might want to start.
We haven't rented that barn out for a while.
A while? Can I recommend you to The Skirrid?
In the village, about a mile down the lane.
Maybe a bit less.
OK.
Am I still in England, or is this Wales?
Ah, well, that depends which map you read.
Sorry... do you mind telling me when you stopped renting out the barn?
Yeah, about two years ago, when my wife died.
HORSE NEIGHING
Sweetheart.
TELEPHONE RINGING
COCKEREL CROWS
RINGING CONTINUES
Hello?
GWEN, BREATHLESSLY: 'Nathan. Nathan!'
Is that you, Gwen?
Owen! Owen, let me in! SHE BANGS ON DOOR
VEHICLE APPROACHES Nathan!
Oh! Owen!
He's...
He's in the barn. He won't let me...
He's locked himself in. Owen...
Owen! He's locked... Come and sit down, love.
He's got a gun. You come and sit down.
I'll go and talk to him.
You sit there. Sit there. He's locked...
Stay there.
Owen!
Oh, Christ, man. Don't do...
COCKS GUN Don't do that. Let me in!
Don't do that. Owen!
Talk to me. Let me in! NATHAN RATTLES DOOR
Let me in here! Let me talk to you. Come on!
GUNSHOT, GWEN YELPS
Oh, shit!
Oh... God! Christ!
Gwen!
I've got you, I've got you.
Come and sit back here.
That's it. Back you come. Back you come.
There you go, love. There you go.
All right, breathe deep. Breathe deep.
I'll call an ambulance.
All right, love. I'll come and see you as soon as I can.
In the old days, there'd be a detective for a firearms death.
Poor Owen'll have to make do with me.
There'll be a postmortem, of course.
Yeah.
Have to be. The law requires it.
For such a tidy man, he made a complete mess of it.
Got to extend that fence down by the river.
Badgers? No, livestock.
Poor old Owen left a handful of inconclusives.
I don't want them wandering over the boundary.
We'll need to book a test.
Want me to call the vet? Yeah. Thanks, Pavel.
ELECTRIC FENCE POWERS UP
Hello?
Who are you?
I'm the cleaner. I help around the house and the eggs.
It's terrible, what happened.
What's your name? Eva.
What are you doing here, Eva? Cleaning.
I didn't want Mrs Thomas to think I was taking advantage.
God forbid.
So you're cleaning now?
Cos it looks to me like you're hiding.
I don't want to speak to the police, OK?
Why not?
None of your business.
What are you doing here? I'm a neighbour.
CAR STARTS Shit.
HE WHISTLES, DOG BARKS
Dad!
All right, Johnny? All right?
All right, Mr Williams? Hello, Rhys.
Hope it's all right me bringing Johnny back.
Yeah, much appreciated. Saved me a trip.
Yeah, you were gonna be well late.
Er, sorry he's not wearing a helmet. I usually carry a spare, but...
He's all right, aren't you?
THEY CHUCKLE Where are you working now, Rhys?
Odds and sods. Bit of house-painting work.
How are things at home?
Well, Dad's still away.
Mum's in and out of hospital, and... DISTANT BUZZING
...well, er, Sadie's... Hang on.
I'll see you at home.
All right. Bye.
OK... yes.
We were in debt.
But we'd been in the red before.
Probably more often than not.
I don't get it.
He seemed more resigned than worried about the tests.
He'd already given up.
He just hid it well.
Yeah, he did.
Too well.
Why, Nathan?
Why didn't he tell me?
We shared everything.
This life's a struggle, isn't it?
Every day. We must be mad.
Certifiable.
Would you look in on the farm, Nate?
Yeah, I already have.
Checked the herd and the isolateds - they're all separate.
My... My cleaner, Eva, she helps with the eggs.
Right.
And she'll feed the hens and stock up the supply,
but if you could just see if she needs anything...
Yeah, no problem.
He, erm...
He talked about selling up recently.
Yeah. Yeah, he did, er... He did mention something.
What was your take on it? Selling the farm?
Owen and me, we...
Well, all we knew was farming. I couldn't fathom it.
But now...
Well, there's no rush.
The bills'll be piling up. I don't know where everything is.
I don't even know where he kept the chequebook.
Assuming there's any money in the account.
Well, I tell you what -
why don't I lend a hand with the admin and all that
until you decide what you wanna do?
Thanks, Nate. All right, love.
VIDEO GAME GUNFIRE
Agh, brutal! CHUCKLES
You are brutal, mate. You should go pro with this stuff.
Yeah, right No, I'm serious.
Pro gamers, they're getting paid more than footballers nowadays.
PHONE BUZZING
Sadie.
She's doing my head in.
You, er...
You've always liked her, haven't you?
No. No?
Bit. RHYS SCOFFS
Yeah, well, er... you know, you should come over and see her.
Now that we're back in touch, I mean.
Oh, I see her every day.
Yeah, that's school, mate, innit? That's different.
Suppose. Hm.
I heard she likes you, too.
Fuck off. RHYS LAUGHS
Right, best be off, killer. Don't do anything I wouldn't do.
That leaves you with very few options.
OK.
Oh, yeah. Erm... Could you, erm...?
Could you do me a favour? Could you...
...look after this for me?
What's in it? I don't know.
I'm holding onto it for some bloke.
Personal effects, he says.
What does that mean? I don't know.
Private stuff, I suppose.
Can you look after it for me?
Keep it safe?
Rhys, I-I don't like not knowing what's in it, you know?
It's just for a day or two. Three at the most.
Why can't you keep it? You know where I live, mate.
Fucking junkie central. I was burgled three times last year.
I'll owe you.
Fine. OK.
Nice one, mate.
See you in a bit, yeah? OK. Bye-bye.
Excuse me, sir. Can you sign this petition for us, please?
No, thanks, mate. Just going for a pint.
Wanna know the truth about Palisades? No, thanks, love.
CHANTING, OUTSIDE: Palisades out! Palisades out! Palisades out!
Now, now, Nath. Free country.
Mind you, I sincerely hope they're not blinding cats
to make moisturiser.
Ugh... Unless they use my neighbour's cat.
Big fat bastard keeps pissing on my daffs.
The jobs come in handy, though.
Aye. The jobs saved this town's arse.
Saved my brother's.
Same again? Er, no, I gotta be off.
Johnny's at home. Oh.
See you. Bye.
Hello. Hello, er, Eva.
Er, sorry if I seemed rude earlier.
Can I buy you and your friend a drink?
No, thanks.
Musze isc do domu. Idziesz?
Nie, zostane jeszcze. Na jasne.
Mind if I...?
So, erm, I spoke with Gwen.
Er, I'm gonna keep an eye on the farm, er, you know?
Just to make sure the stock are taken care of.
Right. So you just carry on with the cleaning and the eggs,
and I'll pay you on Friday.
OK.
Look...
I get it. You're worried about your job.
You can always come and clean at my place, if you want.
I warn you, though - it's a bit of a horror story.
You'll pay me Friday?
Yes. Yeah. Bring it round, er, one o'clock.
CHANTING CONTINUES OUTSIDE
BEEP
'Wish You Were Here' by Pink Floyd
You OK?
Yeah, fine.
I didn't know you were still in touch with Rhys.
I wasn't.
You always had your eye on his sister Suzie, didn't you?
Sadie. No, I didn't. I-I don't.
Oh. I stand corrected.
She's in your class, right, though?
Yeah. They made her repeat a year.
She's really, really smart, just missed loads of school, so...
Oh, right.
Is that our farm? No, it's nextdoor.
Where'd you get it?
Public records. It's no big deal.
Are you gonna buy it? No flies on you, are there?
I'm thinking about it.
There you go. Thank you.
All right, see you later. See you later, yeah. Ta-ra.
SCHOOL BELL RINGS Yeah, OK. See you later.
All right, Sadie. Johnny.
Morning. Morning.
Mr Williams, can I have a word about Johnny?
Yeah, of course. Thanks.
Oh, hello, Eva. Pavel.
Hey, Nathan.
You two met before?
Poland is such a small country, we all know each other.
No, we not met before. Oh, right.
Oh, I asked for that, didn't I?
Back to work. Yep.
I would like to accept your offer.
Oh, great.
I'll bring some cleaning products in, in case you're running low.
Looks like you are.
Pavel said, er, it's you and your son.
Er, yeah.
Johnny. That's right.
I have a daughter, too - Alice. She's in France at the moment.
How long she's been there for? Er, couple of years now.
She didn't take my wife's death... her... her mum's...
Er, she just wanted to get away from it all, I think.
Maybe, I dunno, connect with her mum's roots and that.
She was French, your wife?
Yeah. Yeah, she was.
Well, if you need, er, anything else, just... just ask.
And here's the shandy. Thanks, Doris, love.
Hi.
Dad, remember Scott from the other day?
Oh, yeah, of course.
Oh, you took my advice, then? Yeah.
I did, thank you.
Food's great, room's great, Doris is great.
And there you were, thinking I'd fobbed you off.
It crossed my mind.
You're dressed very smart for a man on holiday.
I was seeing a client down here. Ah, right.
What is your line of business, if you don't mind me asking?
Finance. Ah.
By the way, Doris says this is definitely Wales.
Oh, well, there's no higher authority than Doris.
See you.
Ms Roberts wanted a word earlier.
Said you'd been underperforming a bit
and that you've totally dropped the swimming, which was news to me.
Well, what else did she say?
She said that you looked tired a lot...
and that, er... well, you're just not the Johnny she knows.
Is that a fair assessment?
Look, I know that gaming is important to you,
and I know it's not a solitary pursuit
cos all your mates are online... God, Dad, please. Jesus.
But one thing's for sure -
those clever bastards who dreamt up Minecraft and Fortnite,
who did the programming and the rendering and whatnot,
they had to work bloody hard to get where they are.
Yeah. Yeah, I suppose so.
So, new rule -
no gaming after nine, Monday to Thursday,
and you pick up the swimming again.
What? You're good at it, Johnny.
OK. Fine.
COW MOOING
TECHNO MUSIC PLAYS IN PASSING CAR
TYRES SQUEAL, HORNS BEEP
WHOOPING, HORNS BEEPING
PHONE RINGING
Eva? 'Sorry to call so late. Erm...'
I was at Gwen and Owen's.
Er... and Gwen asked me to get her chequebook,
and I didn't have time in the morning.
'Er...' What's happened, Eva?
Well, I'm going down the lane,
and I pass three cars going the other way.
TECHNO MUSIC BLARES
GUNSHOT, SHRIEKING
Right!
The police are on their way.
I've got all your registrations.
I'll be helping them with their enquiries
unless you all fuck off right now!
Go on!
Don't just look at me, get out!
Calm down, mate.
Right, come on, time to go home. Get out.
TECHNO MUSIC BLARES Go on. Off you go.
Come on, get out of here!
Oh, Jesus Christ, Johnny.
Jesus Christ.
How do you even know all those people?
I told you, I don't. Rhys knows 'em.
He met them in the pub. Knows everyone.
What were you thinking?
I'm sorry, Dad.
Stinks of pot in here.
I'm glad you think it's funny.
Come on, no-one calls it "pot" any more.
Oh.
I know you and Mum used to smoke a bit.
That's what Mum told me.
I also know how you, er, got nicked in Australia as well.
CLEARS THROAT Thailand.
We met in Australia, we got busted in Thailand.
Oh.
So you got around, then? Yeah, yeah, I did.
Wasn't my plan.
Wasn't fussed about seeing the world or anything, but, er...
I came back from Plumpton,
um, expecting to work WITH my dad, not for him.
Anyway, one day, I'd had enough.
Month later, I'm on a ranch in Queensland
trying to find the courage to speak to the lovely French girl
behind the local bar.
I can't see Mum pulling pints. Oh, God, yeah.
She held her own, too.
Those locals were a rowdy bunch.
After that, we went travelling.
I called home from a bar on Koh Samui on a Saturday morning.
Dad would always answer the phone and hand it straight to Mum.
But, erm... she answered... he'd been dead a week.
So that was that. I came home.
What about Uncle Caleb?
Well, he'd joined the Marines by then.
Dad?
Yep!
Oh. Open up.
BEER CANS RATTLE Thank you.
'I know it seems a bit crap and a bit previous,
'but I'm just worried about Gwen selling to these people.'
Black Mountain Estates? What makes you think she's going to?
We share an access road, drainage, two streams cross our farms.
I'm vulnerable. To what?
To dirty tricks. Getting forced out or choked off.
Oh, a hostile takeover bid?
You think I'm being paranoid, don't you?
A lot of arable land is being repurposed.
What, like Bill Turner's? Like Bill Turner's.
Bloody storage? Or whatever's going on up there.
They've made umpteen planning applications, apparently.
I'll tell you what's not going on up there, is farming.
Sadly, there's a lot of farming not going on all over the country.
Time to fight back, I reckon. Listen, now...
In 50 years, there won't be a farm worth the name
from here to Anglesey.
Buying Owen's place could be financially disastrous.
What, you think I couldn't run two farms?
I think you've remortgaged three times in ten years
to keep your farm afloat, and that tells the story.
Turned a profit the last two years.
Barely.
Can I get a loan for a deposit?
Oh, Nathan... Potentially?
Potentially, yes, but...
as your bank manager of I don't even want to think how long,
I would have to advise you that buying another farm is...
fucking nuts.
'Money' by Pink Floyd
Go on!
Looks like you're finally getting your mitts on Owen's place, then.
Christ knows you've waited long enough.
CHUCKLING
Beneath you, gentlemen. Beneath you.
♪ Get away... ♪ Stop!
Stop running!
♪ Get a good job with more pay And you're OK... ♪
BELL RINGING
Right, then, boys, we'll make a start, if you don't mind.
Forty-two-and-a-half kilos, boys, forty-two...
Hundred and six.
Four, five, half. A hundred and six. Twenty.
Hey! Leave him.
Hundred-and-one...
Come to something when you'll pummel a man for a frozen chicken, eh?
Fifty. Four-eighty.
Four-eighty bid. One-twenty...
Caleb!
Fancy a pint?
Yeah, go on.
Hundred-and-eight-fifty.
I heard you were there at the end with Owen.
Hmm.
MUSIC CONTINUES
What else you hear?
Nothing. Why?
You OK? Yeah, fine.
You want to talk about Owen?
No shame in it.
I know that first week in Muthanna, I see my NCO bleed out
in a so-called armoured vehicle. Caleb...
What do I do? I... I block it out. Bottle it up.
Never happened. Until one day, I can't.
And out it comes, in the supermarket by the... by the frozen meat.
And I'm telling Andy the assistant manager all about it.
Embarrassing, but, er... next day, I'm a new man.
Light as a feather. That's how I stopped drinking.
NATHAN SCOFFS
Drinking heavily, I mean.
Well, I appreciate the brotherly advice,
but I'm fine, thank you.
MUSIC CONTINUES
Did you put this on?
No. Top tune, though. Hmm.
Another one?
No, I gotta get Johnny.
Ships in the night, aren't we?
NATHAN CLEARS HIS THROAT Who's fault is that?
See you. Bye.
All right, Jane?
Insult to injury, innit? What?
Bloody farmers.
Present company excepted. Glad to hear it.
They don't just kill 'em illegally,
they try and make out they're roadkill.
Yeah. One, you might fall for... Yeah.
Three's taking the piss!
It's back. BUZZING
That one of yours, Jane?
You kidding, aren't you?
Our budget won't barely stretch to radios,
let alone drones.
You seen it before, then? Yeah, couple of times.
All the best.
Yeah, yeah. See you later.
Eva! Hello.
I finish housework early, so I thought
I cook you dinner.
Oh, wow. Thanks. Smells fantastic, doesn't it?
That's nice, innit? It's ready. Sit!
I made pierogi. It's a Polish dish. You'll see.
Will you be joining us? I have to get off.
I hoovered and dusted,
changed the bed sheets and washed the windows.
Bed sheets?
I find the bedding in the cupboard by the bathroom.
Oh. Yeah. That's right.
Are you sure you won't stay?
Er, no, thank you, I have to go.
Mmm! That's delicious.
See you tomorrow. Yeah, thank you. See you.
"Are you sure you won't stay?"
Well, I'm just being friendly. Whatever.
Bit old-fashioned, Johnny. What?
Well, boys and girls can be mates, you know.
Get on. Doesn't have to be anything more.
Look at you and Sadie.
Dad! Some stuff's gone missing from my room.
She must've taken it. Eva.
What stuff? Just some money I saved up, OK?
How much are we talking? That's not the point, she stole it.
Easy, tiger. Who is she, anyway?
Where does she come from?
She could be anyone, an illegal... Johnny!
Why did you let her in our house, Dad?
All right, calm down.
Tell me what's missing, and we'll start from there.
It's just some money, like I said.
Right, then. Well, we'll call her up and have it out with her.
PHONE RINGING
Rhys? 'You're fucking kidding me.
'I-I don't get it. How?'
Mate, I dunno. It's just gone. It's... It's gone.
'Well, can you come over now?'
Er...
Let me call you back, all right?
Er, look, it's fine, Dad. Erm, probably overreacting.
I must have just put it somewhere. And I don't know where it is.
But I'll... find it, all right? OK.
It's the bloody cleaner. Eva. It has to be.
Talk about the most obvious place to stash something.
I'm sorry, Rhys. Yeah, so am I, mate!
Give him a fucking break, Rhys.
What are you playing at? What the fuck are you playing at?
You're being too fucking hard on him, Rhys. I don't care.
Go on.
See you, Johnny, yeah?
Yeah, bye, Sadie.
We'll sort it, don't worry.
Right.
For now, let's not panic, all right? Let's not start pointing fingers.
There is something you could do for me, actually.
Could you take this to The Raglan?
It's for a guy called Dan.
Works behind reception.
There's drugs in here.
It's just a bit of weed, Johnny.
All right? It's not crystal meth.
It's not gonna bring the cartel down on us.
Look... if you're caught, and you won't be,
just say a guest left it at the pub, and you're returning it, all right?
Easy.
Right. OK.
Catch you in a bit, yeah? OK, bye.
Give us a go on that bike, then.
'Burning Hell' by Tom Jones
♪ I'm going down
♪ To the crossroads
♪ With no devil
♪ Well, I'll make a deal
♪ I'm going down
♪ To the crossroads
♪ With no devil
♪ Well, I'll make a deal
♪ Maybe there ain't no heaven. ♪
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