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[Vehicle hums]

[She exhales softly, deeply]

[Radio clicks, tape rattles]

Mikey.

[Tape clicks, Among The Trees by Michael Chapman plays]

♪ Among the trees

♪ I have lain and passed my golden days

[Woman] You two love birds and this song.

♪ My summers in a haze

Does it not depress you?

♪ Of lazy afternoons

♪ Just watching all the rain

It's miserable.

♪ As it patterns the verandah, then disappears again

[Radio clicks, music stops]

I'm going to stay at your Auntie Christine's...

[Voice quivers]

To live, Mikey.

I'm sorry, you don't need to hear this.

- [Gear clacks] - Mikey.

Slow down.

Mikey. Slow down.

[Engine accelerates]

You can come visit.

I can't tell him. I…

How can I?

[Woman] He terrifies me.

[She gasps] Mikey, what are you doing?

Please slow down, Mikey.

- Slow down, Mikey. - Caroline, tell him to stop.

Mikey, slow down.

- [Woman] Listen to me. - [Caroline] Slow down, please.

[Woman] I'm leaving him, not you. Michael.

[Both] Michael!

- Michael. - [Caroline] You're scaring me, Mikey.

- Slow down! - Please stop!

- Michael, stop! - [Tyres screech]

[Sudden silence]

[Caroline gasps, shrieks]

[Engine starts]

[Thunder rumbles, faint]

[Insects chirp]

[Thunder crackles and roars, closer]

[Rain trickles]

[Shallow breathing, distant]

[Branches crack]

[Paws tapping]

[Shallow breathing]

[Eerie music]

- [Michael grunts softly] - [Dog pants]

- [Music fades] - [Button clicks, electricity buzzes]

[Thunder rumbles, distant]

Okay, boy.

[Paws scratching]

[Dog food rattles]

[Dog crunching]

Night, Mac.

[Melancholic orchestral music on radio]

[Door clicks open, thuds]

[In Irish] What time is it?

[In Irish] Late.

You're the one that's late.

[Man scoffs]

Late for what?

Helping me to bed.

[Glass and cutlery clink]

Our back gate's fucked.

You didn't hear anything?

Hm? Hear what?

The gate's mangled, and there's tyre tracks.

I was listening to the radio.

Anything missing?

[Michael grunts softly]

[He exclaims, grunts]

Get rid of this for me.

Jesus.

You need to drink more water.

Water's for washing in.

[Newscaster] The clean up

after Storm Noah has begun, with structural damage

in remote areas making access difficult.

Come on.

Go.

You go.

You go.

- [Wind blows] - [Michael sniffles]

[Michael grunts]

[Sheep bleats faintly]

Okay. Okay.

[Michael exclaims softly; Sheep bleats]

Oh, Mac, come on. Come here.

[Slow, delicate music]

[Sheep bleat]

[Michael whistles]

Wide Mac.

[Radio chatter]

- [Interviewer] All they do is take... - [Host] Take.

[Phone rings]

...and, and, and they expect you then to roll over. No questions.

They are thieves and we are victims.

- Phone! - [Host] Victims?

- [Father, in Irish] Who is it? - [Interviewee] Yes we are, victims.

- [Radio clicks off] - Phone.

[Phone rings]

[In English] Hello.

Who?

And what did he do with them?

Well he shouldn't have.

He shouldn't have!

- [Phone clatters] - [In Irish] What?

[In Irish] Get me out of this fucking chair.

You'll hurt yourself.

Give me a hand, so.

Where do you want to go?

Those bastards we share a hill with

found two rams dead on their land.

Ours.

What?

You heard me.

We haven't lost a ram in I don't know how long.

I haven't anyway.

Me neither.

That's not what Keeley's saying.

He rings up and suddenly I've done wrong.

Alright then.

[Phone clatters]

[Vehicle approaches]

[Handbrake rattles]

[Engine purrs]

[She chuckles] Stranger.

[Engine stops]

Michael, you're looking well.

Erm, is Gary around?

He's gone out.

It's about the rams he found.

He tells me feck all...

Jack might. Jack!

How's Ray?

Ah you know, he's waiting on new knees.

Jack!

Mammy says she hasn't seen you around.

Sure, where would I go?

Pub?

Been already.

'Tis strange that you're here.

Where does the time go?

- Just been to an interview today. - Oh, yeah.

Got it.

Oh, that's good.

Cork.

Cork.

[He hesitates]

How's that goin' to work?

[Distant rattle, metal bangs]

Here he comes.

[Jack] Hey.

Here, what do you know about these rams?

They were up on top, I just brought 'em down.

On your own?

Yeah, on my own.

- That's hard work. - Yeah,

well, for an old fella it's hard work. [Chuckles]

[Woman] Hey.

Can I see them?

- No, you can't. - Why?

Because I put them in the slurry.

[Woman] Why would you put them in the pit?

For diseases and that.

Where's your pit?

[Woman] No, no one's going near the pit.

Did they have any symptoms?

Yeah, swollen bellies and stuff.

[Woman] I'll have a word with Gary when he comes back.

[Jack] He didn't, he didn't see them.

[Woman] Your dad didn't look?

[Jack] Sure, you know what they say

where there's livestock, there's dead stock.

[Woman] Watch your mouth young man.

Just sayin'.

[Woman] Michael.

Mikey, I'm sorry. I am.

- I'll talk to him. - Okay.

- You go easy. - Okay.

[Keys jingle, engine starts]

[Jack speaks indistinctly]

[Engine purrs]

- [Ray grunts] - [Michael] Okay.

[He grunts]

[In Irish] You need help?

Get out!

[Ray, in Irish] Your Caroline and that bastard Gary.

I thought she'd leave you for someone better than that.

At least he'll never look at that mess of a face

without thinking of you.

[Urinating]

Jesus, why didn't you fish the rams out the pit?

[Water flushes]

[Metal banging; Sheep bleat]

[Bleating intensifies]

[People chatter, indistinct]

[Man 1, in Irish] How are you, mate?

[Man 2, in English] How are you, yer bollocks?

Lonely.

I'll give you whatever you're asking for them, okay?

Buying. Rams.

Jesus, O'Shea's buying rams?

We lost two, so we did.

Well that's a fair few bob.

- Tell him about the rustlers. - Hm.

Fucking some cunt's going round, cutting the legs off.

Doesn't even kill them.

D'you ever hear the like of it?

I reckon it's fucking Eastern Europeans or Poles or one of them showers,

you know, selling them on the cheap, like.

Filthy bastards.

What about yours?

Keeley's lad said he found him dead on his hill

and he fucked them into the pit before I could have a look at them.

That fucking shower.

Anything worth looking at?

O'Shea grade? Ha, no.

[In Irish] How's himself?

[In Irish] Ah, you know.

[In English] Tell the miserable old bollocks 'fuck off' from me, yeah?

I'll have a look anyway.

All right.

[Sheep bleat]

[People chatter, laugh]

[Jack] Where you at boy?

Hey, where you at? Where you at?

What are you doing, huh? Hey, what are you--

[Murmuring, indistinct]

[Michael] Where's your dad? Where's your dad?

Hey, Gary.

Hey Dad, Dad...

You alright babydoll?

[Michael] What's this?

It's a sheep, boy.

[Michael] No, what's that?

These are the two animals you told me were dead.

- I didn't tell you nothing, boy. - You told my father though.

Well?

These have just come down off my heft.

- Well you know what that is, don't you? - James, do these look like my animals?

They're the only two I'd buy.

[Gary] What is this?

Out.

No, no one's buying from you today, boy.

Right.

Put them back in the truck.

[Gary] All of them.

[Tense percussion]

- [Tense percussion continues] - Right, let's go.

[Sheep bleat]

Come around and we'll talk about it.

You're not fucking taking them.

Like fuck.

[Whistle blows]

[Man] That's not happening in here.

The two of you, out!

You'll bring them to my farm.

You want them?

You fucking come get them.

[Man] Now!

[Percussion intensifies]

[Gary exclaims] Let's go!

[Rhythmic percussion]

[Faint] Fucking hell.

Fucking cunt.

Fucking cunt, I'll kill you.

- [Music stops] - [Engine revs]

[Tense, rhythmic percussion resumes]

[Engine accelerates]

[Percussion volume increases]

[Music rhythm accelerates]

[Metal bangs]

[Tyres screech, metal crashes]

[Engine purrs]

[Engine stops]

[Metal clangs]

[Sheep bleat]

[Sheep screeches]

[Michael breathes heavily]

[Metal bangs; Paws scratching]

[Knocks on glass]

You all right?

[Jack groans]

[Sheep bleats]

[Jack, faint] Daddy.

[Michael] Easy.

Let me look at you.

Is there anything broken? No?

[Jack grunts, moans]

[Michael] Can you stand?

Well, get up then.

Hey?

[Gary grunts]

Gary.

[Gary pants]

What's my name?

Fuck off.

[Sheep bleat; Hooves clatter]

[Gary grunts]

[Gary] Hey, come here, come here. Get that uncoupled, would you?

[Caroline] What's going on?

- [Michael] There was an accident. - [Caroline] Accident?

[Michael] They're okay.

- Jack, you're alright? - Yeah I'm fine.

He's okay. Gary was out for a bit.

What happened?

I'm not the one you should be asking.

I'll look at you inside.

[Metal rattles]

I'll kill them before I let you take them.

I'm taking my fucking animals Gary.

What you gonna do?

Kill me like you killed your mammy?

You don't think she'd tell her own husband why she has a fucked up face?

I've always wondered what Ray thought about your mammy leaving.

Oh that's right. He doesn't know, does he?

[Caroline] Gary.

Thanks for the lift.

Now fuck off.

Gary!

[Metal rattles, thuds]

[Michael, in Irish] Nothing worth the money.

[Water runs]

[Ray, in Irish] One ram can't service that size of a flock.

[Michael sighs]

He could if I bring them down.

What?

If we use that money to buy feed...

they'll have an easier winter and we might get some twins.

We haven't brought animals down in five hundred years.

We'd have years of work to pull the animals back--

Do you hear me?

Five hundred years.

I'm bringing them down.

[Kettle hisses]

[Bleating, whistling]

[Mac pants]

Mac.

Good.

Wide Mac.

[Sheep bleat, Michael whistles]

[Mac panting]

[Wind blows]

[Michael exclaims softly]

Wide Mac.

[Vehicle approaches; Dance music on stereo]

[Horn honks insistently]

[Dance music blasts over stereo]

[Horn honks twice]

[Honks insistently]

[Music continues; Honks insistently]

[Sheep bleat]

[Michael] Lay off, will you?

[Music continues blasting from stereo]

[Honks insistently]

[Jack exclaims]

[Jack] No, no, no. Go back, back.

Back in the car.

[Boy] Be seeing you, dickhead.

Thanks for the spin home, Michael.

Mac, wide.

Mac.

[Dance music continues, distant]

[Car screeches, revs]

[Chain rattles]

Go find her.

[Mac pants]

[Wind blows]

[Mac barks]

[Michael grunts]

Okay. Come. [Grunts]

[Sheep bleats]

- Come... [Grunts] - [Sheep bleats softly]

[Bleats faintly]

[Michael pants, grunts]

[Breathes heavily]

[Sniffles]

[Foil rasping]

[Bird cries]

[Bird squawks, distant]

[Bird trills]

[Michael pants]

[Sheep bleats]

[Eerie percussion music]

- [Distant howl] - [Michael grunts]

[Eerie music and rhythm intensify]

[Distant growl]

- [Mac barks, recedes] - Mac.

Mac.

[Music builds]

Hey.

[Michael grunts, music stops]

- [Low bleat, close] - [Michael pants]

[Hoarse bleat]

- [Animal growls, close] - [Michael gasps]

[Hoarse growl]

[Short growl]

[People exclaim, distant]

[Vehicle door shuts, engine starts]

[Engine approaches]

[Michael] Hey!

- [Engine revs] - [Michael] Hey!

Hey!

[Eerie music]

[Footsteps thumping, Michael panting]

[Music fades; Shallow breaths remain]

[Michael screams]

[Sheep growls faintly]

Okay, it's okay.

Jesus.

[Michael wheezes]

[Knife clicks]

[Sheep growls]

[Squelching, cracking]

[Michael grunts]

[Michael lets out a cry]

[Snaps]

[Sheep bleating]

[Michael murmurs] You fuck.

[Sniffles, cries]

[Animals bleat hoarsely, growl]

[Sharp growl]

- [Snapping, cracking] - [Michael grunts]

[Hoarse cries and growls continue]

[Soft, dramatic melody]

[Michael breathing deeply]

Mac?

[Faint whimper]

Mac.

- [Mac whimpers faintly] - Mac...

Mac, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

It's okay.

Oh, Jesus...

[Clicks]

[Faint moan]

[Michael cries]

[Rain trickles softly]

[He sobs]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

[Ray, in Irish] Where have you been?

Hey, I'm talking to you.

You hear me?

Why you acting all strange?

What is this?

Michael?

[In Irish] They're gone.

Rustlers.

Someone.

They cut the legs off the stock.

What are you talking about?

They didn't kill them.

Just...

took their legs.

[Wind blows]

[Grunting softly]

[Soft, eerie music]

Did you see them?

I saw the van.

Did you recognise it?

Saw it at Keeley's.

It belonged to the builder.

Keeley's builder.

The fuck...

Those rams he said were dead, he was selling them.

What?

At the mart.

[Music intensifies]

So why did we need to bring ours down?

He wouldn't give them back.

He wouldn't give them back?

Take them back.

You take them back.

They're in on it together.

Boy, this is it.

Do you understand me?

You want me to get the rams back.

I want you to bring me

I want you to bring me his fucking head.

Da?

Bring me his fucking head!

[Music continues]

[Tense, rhythmic percussion joins]

[Rock music blasts from car stereo]

[Engine and music stop]

[Door opens, Gary grunts]

[Keys jingle, Gary sighs]

- [Keys clatter] - [Gary] The fuck!

[Gary laughs] Sorry.

[Caroline speaks, indistinct]

[Gary grunts]

[Clattering]

[Both exclaiming]

[Door creaks open]

[Suspenseful music]

[Door creaks, clicks shut]

[Engine humming]

[Handbrake creaks, engine purrs]

[Truck door shuts]

[Knocks on door]

[Generator whirring]

[Gary] Come on! Fuck's sake.

[Engine starts, accelerates]

Fuck.

[Both grunting]

[High-pitched buzz, muffled screaming and grunting]

[Michael screams in pain, muffled]

[Muffled generator rumble]

[Michael grunts]

[He screams, gasps]

[Clattering]

[Michael wheezing]

Fuck.

You fuck.

[In Irish] I want you to bring me his fucking head!

I want you to bring me his fucking head.

Fuck it.

[Tense, rhythmic percussion]

[Michael breathes shallowly]

[Michael pants]

[Rhythmic percussion stops]

[Thunder rumbles]

[Engine purrs softly]

It's locked.

[Car door opens, shuts]

[Jack murmurs, exhales]

[Bangs on door]

[Ray] It's open.

[Orchestral music on radio]

[Gary] Ray.

The storm has taken the bridge that runs across the top track.

Are we alright to come through your yard?

The gate's locked.

'Tis.

Have you got the key?

[In Irish] Building holiday homes up there, are ye?

[In English] Holiday homes you're building there, are ye?

Aye, that's right.

Now, is that what they call 'diversifying'?

[Gary] It'll just be 'til...

'til I've rebuilt the bridge.

You're letting my warm out.

[Gary murmurs indistinctly]

People offer him thousands for one animal, but will he sell?

He'd rather sit in a pit of fucking misery.

Take us all down with him.

What we gonna do?

Get in!

Fuckin' away like! [Laughs]

[Boy, cheerful] Hey!

Fuckin' up you cuntbag!

[Gary] Wanker.

[Boy laughs]

[Gary] Love thy fucking neighbour.

Turnip headed cunt.

[Boy] Ah, nice one Uncle.

[Soft, eerie music; Dog panting]

[Jack sighs]

[Caroline] I said stop.

[Gary] What, are you going to avoid me forever. Is that it?

- [Caroline] I have asked you not... - [Gary] Caroline, please Caroline.

[Caroline, angry] You're not listening to me.

- Caroline come on. - Get off me.

[Caroline] It's a bit fucking late now.

[Gary] Is there someone else?

[Caroline] No, there isn't.

[Gary] But you don't want me, is that it?

[Caroline] No, I don't. I don't want you,

I don't want this stress. I don't want the debt.

I can sort it. I can sort.

[Caroline] Oh, yeah. How are you gonna do that?

Who else is there left to fucking borrow from? Huh?

[Caroline laughs]

Look, I just need, I just need some so I can replace the bridge.

If it wasn't for the fucking bridge. If it wasn't for the fucking O'Sheas.

[Caroline] Did you even ask Michael to go through their place?

- [Gary] What? - [Caroline] Did you even ask?

[Gary] What, your boyfriend?

[Caroline] Jesus...

Fucking pathetic.

- [Clattering] - Get your...

...fucking hands off me!

[Gary] I'm sorry, Caroline.

[Caroline] I don't give a fuck what you are. Get off.

And pull yourself together, will you?

I don't want Jack seeing you crying.

[Lock clicks]

[Jack sighs]

[Jack grunts]

[Door rattles]

[Door rattles]

Hang on.

Are you coming out?

[Uptempo music plays - 2FS by Kojey Radical]

♪ I'm feeling myself, I'm feeling myself, that's why they can't offend me

♪ Don't give two effs, don't give two effs, I'm felling like Fendi, Fendi

♪ Now I need bags for all this baggage, I got plenty, plenty

♪ I know my demons never leaving 'cause we plenty ready

♪ No, we ain't ever scared, no, we ain't ever worried

♪ It's only God I fear, but that's another story

♪ They can't, they can't tell my story, no,

[Music muffles] ♪ it's time to celebrate

[Sheep bleat]

Go, go, go.

Go.

- [Bleating] - [Jack whistles]

Let's, let's go. Come, come here, come.

[Metal bangs]

[Jack panting, exclaiming]

[Gate rattles, bangs]

Hiya.

- There you go. - Oh yeah...

Hands.

Hands.

[Water runs]

Just felt like a day without wellies.

No, I think you look pretty.

Thank you.

Right...

[Jack grunts; Caroline sighs]

[Door bangs]

[Caroline chuckles]

[Smacks kiss]

Bath before bed. Make your pillows happy.

- Where are you going, dressed like that? - I'll take that as a compliment.

- Well? - Out.

[Door shuts]

Don't look at me. She wouldn't tell me either, so...

I don't know.

Did you bring them down?

Mm-hmm.

I, um...

I, uh...

I found some of the O'Shea's animals dead on our heft.

Rams and all.

Rams?

[Gary clears throat]

- Hello? - Ah Ray, it's Gary.

[Ray] Who?

[Gary] Keeley.

[Animals stomping, bleating]

- How much is it we need to make? - [Gary] A couple of grand.

Okay. That sounds possible, don't it.

All right there?

Prick.

If you had a chance to leave here, would you?

Eh?

If you had a chance to leave here, like, go live somewhere else?

Where?

Anywhere, like...

Holland.

- Holland? - Aye, it's flat.

I don't think there's a hill in the whole place.

Or Norfolk. That's flat too.

But you could go anywhere.

I can't afford to go anywhere.

- Yeah, but it's a fantasy question. - Oh, right.

- Right. - Holland...

- Where'd you go? - Afghanistan.

Afghanistan?

Afghanistan, yeah.

I seen a picture of it in Abdul's, on the wall, lovely mountains and...

You know that's where he is from, so.

Abdul's from Manchester.

Yeah, but fucking originally, like.

Pakistan.

- Pakistan, yeah? - Aye.

Why does he have a picture of Afghanistan on his wall?

[Gary laughs] I don't know.

Look, I don't think you should choose where to live

based on a picture on a curry house wall.

Yeah.

So where'd you get Holland from?

Saw it on the TV.

[Animals bleating]

[Gary] It's looking good boy.

- Looking good. - Yeah?

[Jack exclaiming]

[Metal clatters]

Eh what are you-- what are you doing? Eh, what are you...

You gonna tell me what happened?

Trailer came round the corner.

[He clears throat] The car flipped.

[Jack grunts softly]

You gonna tell me what really happened?

- Huh? - What's really going on?

Michael hasn't been here in over 20 years and then twice in as many days.

[Door clicks]

Well you seem very disappointed.

- [Water runs] - [Gary spits]

You gonna tell me what's going on, so?

[Exhales]

[Water stops]

Let's go.

There's nothing wrong, Mam.

[Door shuts]

- Then get on with it. - Get on with what?

Kill them.

[Sheep bleats]

I'm going to get the gun, like.

Your ma will start sniffing about.

Use a knife.

[Metal clangs]

[Engine approaches]

- [Boy shouts] Jack! - Eh?

Jack!

[Boy giggles]

Whoa.

Come here. Come here now. Two's up. Give us a go.

Give us a go.

She's pure haunty.

Boy sheep too, Jackie boy, you need a ride you do.

Yeah, funny.

What's the craic with that dead one outside?

[Jack] Crashed the Range Rover on the way back from the mart.

[Boy] So there's nothing wrong with it?

[Jack] No.

Where's it going?

- Slurry. - You throwin' it away?

Mm-hmm.

Well a mate of me Da has a meat truck, you know,

stops in car parks and that. He'd take this, so he would.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

For what?

Make a bit of money off of it, like.

[Van door shuts]

Well?

You didn't bleed it.

[Boy] Fuck.

Make black pudding, so.

That's pigs, you gobshite. How long's it dead?

Couple hours like.

[Plastic rustles]

[He whispers] Jack.

Fine animal.

Put her in here.

[Boy grunts]

[Boy] Come on girl, I'll miss you.

Don't forget to write. [Giggles]

- [Boy exclaims] - [Thuds]

You get me just the legs, I'll give you 15 a pair.

[Woman] Lad brought me a hundred legs. Shifted them in half a day.

[Boy] 1500 euro.

[Woman] You did that without using your fingers?

[Boy] Come on.

- [Engine starts] - [Dance music over stereo]

Come here, when's your dad gonna pay me for the days I done?

Ah, he's skint.

Skint? Fuck off with that, will you?

[Dance music continues over stereo]

I need my money Jackie boy, honestly.

I'll have to find something else if we don't start up again soon.

Well we can't get back up there until the bridge is built, so.

Fuckin' build it, so.

He doesn't have the money.

He's talking shite telling you that, he doesn't have the--

- [Tyres screech] - Fucking hell!

[Boy] This prick.

[Horn honks insistently]

Look at all them sheep he's got, Jackie boy.

That's a lot of legs.

[Horn honks insistently]

[Michael] Lay off, will you?

[Engine purrs; Sheep bleat]

[Honks insistently]

[Glass breaks]

[Gary] You know where to find me.

[Engine starts]

[Ominous music]

[Music builds]

[Music stops]

[Wind blows]

[Vehicle approaches; Chatter]

[Boy] Cold out there Jackie boy.

- Pill? - Yeah.

You afraid?

Huh?

Mommy and Daddy are breaking up.

Come on faggot!

My God...

[Mocking] "Me Mammy and Daddy are breaking up."

Jesus' sake...

[Generator purrs in the background]

Put the handbrake off.

Go, go, go, go, go. Come on. Come on, boy. Yeah, yeah!

Go, go, go, go, go!

[Engine starts]

[Both laughing, sighing]

What?

What?

Yee-haw!

[Music volume rises, dance music blasts]

[Music plays - NRG by Chase & Status (ft. Novelist)]

♪ I'm in a rave (jump) ♪ Touch mic and make the place (jump)

♪ When you hear the bass (jump) ♪ Mandem (jump), gyaldem (jump)

♪ When I'm inside (jump) ♪ NOV, I bring vibe (jump)

♪ Tell a man take time (jump) ♪ Mandem (jump), NOV said jump ♪

- [Music stops] - [Sheep bleat]

[Jack sighs]

[Boy imitates bleating, giggles]

[Boy] Let the games commence.

[Boy laughs, bleats]

[Sheep bleating]

[Boy] Come on. You're mine. You're mine.

Oh, this one's pure haunty.

I have my eye on a nice one here.

My eye on a nice one. My eye on a nice one...

Good girl.

Oh, I did the proper splits there, Jackie boy.

Hupp, hupp, Ireland through the midfield.

Oh, he's got one, he's got one, oh, come here to me.

- Oh, you... - [Jack laughs]

I'm here.

Come on, will ya!

Oh, come on!

[Boy] Here, grab me a fucking sheep, alright?

Go grab one, eh? Go on. Grab me one.

I can't fucking grab one.

Grab me a fucking sheep. Grab me a fucking sheep Come on.

[Jack sighs]

[Jack exclaiming, sheep bleating]

[Boy] Good boy Jackie.

- You're a dab hand at this. - Aye?

You should have been a shepherd.

Now.

[Animal bleats loudly]

Come on. Come on.

- [Prolonged bleating continues] - [Both grunting]

[Jack laughs, grunts]

Fucking come on.

[Boy] I am, hold her still.

- What the fuck you doing? Hold her still. - I am.

[Squelching, bleating]

Good man. Good man.

[Faint bleating]

There, done.

She's done. She's done.

- [Cracking] - She's done. She's done.

[Thuds]

[Both panting]

Get me another one.

Jack.

Jack.

Grab me another one.

Grab me another sheep, Jack.

Go get the sheep.

No, get me another one. Get me another one.

- Hey. - [Jack panting] Oh, God...

- [Jack] Go away. - I knew this was fuckin'...

[Boy] Make some money.

I knew you were going to fucking do this. Lets make some money.

[Jack] I know.

- Why are we here? - I know why we're here.

Why are we here, Jack? Tell me why we're here, huh?

He's sending you under!

- He's sending you under. - [Disturbing music]

Is mommy and daddy splitting up, huh?

Farm going under?

Come on Jackie boy. Wake the fuck up! Make some money, yes?

Send him under!

Send him under.

Good lad, come on, yeah. That's my cousin!

[Disturbing music continues]

[Music fades]

[Distant growling, bleating]

[Mac barks, Jack grunts]

[Mac growls]

Fuck. Ah!

- [Mac cries, whimpers] - [Jack exclaims in pain]

We need to move. We need to move.

What are you fucking around with the dog for? Come on.

We need to move.

- Get in the fucking van. - [Jack moans]

Now, now, we're grand.

- [Jack grunts] - [Music blasts from stereo]

Go!

Go, he's fucking coming, go!

Ah!

Go!

Whoa!

- [Jack] Hey! - [Michael screams outside]

Fucker!

- [Jack] You're gonna hit him! - [Boy] Fuck!

- [Boy] Fuck off! - [Jack] Go!

[Music continues; Engine revs]

[Music and engine stop]

[Boy] We're rich now, Jackie boy.

Retired in Dublin, now, huh?

[Lighter clicks]

Proud of you, Jackie boy.

Proud of you, proud of you, you became a man tonight.

What?

[Vehicle approaches]

Now.

[Engine halts]

- Here. - Good man.

[Paper rustles]

Oi, where are you off to?

Home.

What? Give you a lift for nothing, no?

No.

I don't ever want to see you again.

What? Jack...

Hey.

- [Explosion] - [Disturbing music]

[Music fades]

[Water runs]

[Gary] ...May as well enjoy what's left?

I bought you gin and tonic, but,

I spilt it in the car. [He giggles]

[Caroline] You gonna tell me what happened today?

[Gary] Today?

- [Caroline] The crash? - [Gary] Oh, right yeah, yeah.

[Gary] Aye, Jack stole two of the O'Shea's tups and tried to pass them off as ours.

Your precious boy.

He's fucking done for us.

[Caroline] This is on you.

[Gary] Oh, right, yeah, 'cause it would never be your fault, would it?

Fucking bitch.

- [Slap] - [Gary] Fuck.

Don't-- fuck! [He grunts]

[Slap]

- [Gary] Fuck... - Piss off, you heard!

[Gary screams; Clattering]

[Gary] Stop it, fucking, ah, fuck!

[Door creaks]

[Jack sniffles]

[Sighs]

[Door clicks]

- You're up early. - Uh huh.

Always obsessed with fire.

- Your first word was hot. - Yeah.

Well your first word was Dada, but your first real word was hot.

I saw the rams in the shed.

[Jack clicks tongue, exhales]

Why?

Do you hate him?

You gonna go and live with the O'Sheas?

What?

With Michael?

Christ, no!

[Jack grunts softly]

I got a job.

In Cork.

It's okay. You can come with me if you like.

Or stay.

You can do whatever you want.

[Both sniffle]

I don't want to leave you.

Or here.

I just can't breathe.

[Jack sniffles, exhales]

Don't push Michael too hard.

- [Thud] - [Gary] Now, get up!

I need help loading the truck.

I've just been up the builder's. Someone's stolen their van.

Come on.

[Jack sighs]

Right, we need to heft this shit up there.

[Sheep bleats]

[Gary sighs]

I told you to kill them!

You're as useless as her!

[Gary grunts]

Fuck!

Fuck.

[Jack] Hands off.

Get your hands off...

Get your hands off me!

I said get your hands off me.

[Gary] Alright.

Alright.

[Jack moans deeply]

[Gary whispers] Alright.

Alright.

Alright.

Alright.

[Gary smacks kiss]

Alright.

Let's take them back, Dad.

Right, I'll get this shit up there and then...

I'll take them back.

[Truck door clicks, shuts]

[Engine starts]

[Tense, rhythmic percussion]

[Michael grunts]

Jesus Christ Michael,

it's a gunshot wound.

What the fuck?

[Caroline] No. No sleeping.

[Caroline] I'll get you a towel.

Have a look at you.

Let's see. [To Jack] Here.

[Caroline] Get the pressure on.

Right.

I have to get some antiseptic.

What have I told you about leaving that around?

[Washer whirring]

[Jack inhales deeply]

[Clattering]

[Plastic rustles]

[Caroline] This will sting a bit.

Here you go, okay?

God...

[He grunts]

You want to tell me?

Rustlers attacked my flock.

[Caroline] Up on the mountain?

[Michael] Brought them down after we lost the rams.

Came out to the field and a couple of them were...

attacking the animals.

[Caroline] Attacking?

[Michael] Was cutting their hind legs off.

[Caroline] What?

[Michael] Was cutting their hind legs off, letting 'em bleed out.

[Caroline] Jesus Christ.

[Caroline whispers] Mikey.

Bring Michael's bag.

[Birds squawk, distant]

[Engine starts; Doors shut]

[Caroline] Jesus Christ, Michael.

Fucking monsters.

[Soft grunt]

[Michael, in Irish] Dad!

Dad.

- [Ray grunts] - Come on.

Come on.

[Ray moans, mumbles]

Okay.

Is he bleeding?

Ray?

Raymond?

- Ray? - Hm?

- Raymond? - Hm?

[In Irish] Are you alright?

Peg...

It's Caroline, Raymond.

Oh,

[In Irish] I thought 'twas dead, I was. [Chuckles]

You'd hope for better than us.

[Caroline] You should go to the hospital.

The pair of you.

[He grunts] No hospital.

[Caroline] Doctor at least.

[In English] No signal. Phone?

[Michael] It's fucked.

All right. I'm gonna go back to the house, call Dr Donough.

You stay here and take care of these two.

[Jack whispers] I don't want to.

You've had a part to play in this.

I want to come with you please.

- Tea, lots of sugar. - No, no, no, no...

I'm going to be back in a minute.

It's alright.

[Door shuts]

[Ray, in Irish] Stop staring at me.

[Car door shuts, engine starts]

How the fuck did we get here?

If she was...

here.

[Michael] Mam.

- Huh? - Mam, she...

Mam was what?

She was what?

[In English] Nothing.

[Michael and Ray sigh]

[In English] Hey, what's in the bag?

Hey?

I don't know.

It's for him.

[Jack] Yeah?

[Michael] Give it to him.

- Give him the bag. - [Tense percussion]

The bag, there.

[Ray gasps] Jesus!

Fuck that...

[Jack] What the fuck?

- [Ray, in Irish] Why... - [Jack] Fuck.

How... the fuck is that?

[Michael] It's what you asked for.

Only, I think I've brought you the wrong head.

[Jack breathes heavily]

[Tense percussion continues]

[Percussion rhythm intensifies]

[Wind blows]

[Disturbing melody joins]

Ah!

[Both grunting, panting]

[Bird cries]

[Music subsides, Jack grunts, pants]

[Michael grunts]

[Music rhythm intensifies]

[Jack] Fuck!

[Jack screams in pain]

[Jack sobs, distant]

[Music volume and rhythm rise]

- [Michael gasps] - [Music stops]

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

No, no, no, stop!

Stop.

Get off...

Stop!

- Come on. Let me go. - [Michael] Here.

Here, do it.

- Do it then. - What you doin'?

You've already fucking killed me.

Just finish the job!

[Jack cries]

- Stop it. - Why?

- [Jack sobs] Come on. Come on... - Why'd you do it? Why did you do it?

You should have let us through the fucking gate.

[Jack cries] What do you want?

[Both thud, gasp]

[Jack moans]

[Michael] Oh shit!

Let me see, let me see.

- [Jack] I'm okay. - Easy.

Leave it. Leave it. Look at me, yeah?

- Put your arm around me. - [Jack] I don't want to die.

You're not gonna die.

Put your arm around my shoulder.

- [Jack sobs] - Come on.

Come on, lad.

You'll be alright.

[Jack gasping softly]

[Soft, dramatic music]

[Music fades]

What have you done?

- [Caroline] Jesus Jackie. - [Jack moans]

What the fuck have you done, Michael?

Put him in the car.

Caroline.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Caroline, I'm sorry.

For the crash...

and everything you know.

I'm sorry.

Please, I'm sorry.

Please.

You fucking terrify me.

[Car door shuts]

[Engine starts]

Michael.

[Gun clatters]

[Soft, dramatic music]

[Michael breathing deeply]

[Soft music plays - Among The Trees by Michael Chapman]

♪ Among the trees

♪ I have lain and passed my golden days

♪ Among the trees

♪ I have spent all my summers in a haze

♪ Of lazy afternoons, watching all the rain

♪ As it patterns the verandah, then disappears again

♪ Come the sun...

♪ How I wish I could return to those summers once again

♪ How I wish I could just sit in the presence of a friend

♪ Making music or just listening to the birds so far from sight

♪ Watching as the dark shades of evening turn to night

♪ Gone the sun...

♪ Among the trees

♪ I have lain and passed my golden days

♪ Among the trees

♪ I have spent all my summers in a haze

♪ Of lazy afternoons, watching all the rain

♪ As it patterns the verandah, then disappears again

♪ Gone the sun...

[Music ends]

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