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"You don't drink with your eyes, buddy."

That looks good.

A beautiful teardrop.

How would you describe its flavor and profile?

- Aged in oak barrels, made with molasses and a robust blend of malts.

- There's nothing solid about that.

- No.

That's as dead as a dormouse.

Door nail.

"I haven't eaten any meat in the last five days;

"However, you go with your five men,

and I won't leave you all dead as a doornail.

Shakespeare, Henry IV.

- Yes.

- I'll have a lager with a snack. - Mm.

- If you're in the mood for cocktails, I suggest you go across the street.

along with the rest of the shrimp sandwich brigade.

- The sign outside says they sell food.

- Yes, that's right. Yes, we do.

What would you like?

I ordered a shepherd's meat pie.

That's what all the muleteers used to eat.

while they were herding.

- Hey, two of those, please. - Sure.

Here are two shepherd's meat pies.

...after every British town

town and community,

Currently, 37 pubs announce their last call every week.

and closing its doors for good.

Craft Beer Campaign

warns that without continued government support...

- Damn mammals. - What's that?

- Middle-aged puppets in spandex

strolling through the countryside in tight shorts.

There should be a law prohibiting it.

- Okay. Yeah, Dad,

I'm going to need your help with these bills.

I... can't figure out who has been paid and who hasn't.

- Yeah, don't worry about that, buddy.

Everything is recorded up here.

Now, if you want to put on your apron,

I need two meat pies.

So, once you've done that,

You can bring the empty barrels up.

from the basement because the delivery will be late.

- Okay.

If you shove a broomstick up my ass,

I'll sweep the floor, too.

I'll go buy one.

- Good morning. - Good morning, my love.

Where are we going?

Drovers Arms, please.

- Where's your limo?

A celebrity like you would want to have a chauffeur.

See? I still know all the lyrics!

- Yes.

- You don't recognize me, do you?

Dawn Higgins?

On my 13th birthday, we played spin the bottle.

I should have slept with you when I had the chance.

- Are you married? - No.

Engaged?

No.

Go on a date?

No.

- Hmm. The planets have aligned.

Ah, I love a man who's in touch with his feminine side.

How do you identify yourself?

I am pansexual.

Basically, it means I'm willing to do it.

Whoever it is, whenever it is, wherever it is.

Could we stop for a moment?

- Oh, my God, yes.

I thought you'd never ask.

I love getting dirty and rolling around in public.

- How much? - Oh, I don't charge.

I do it simply because of the thrill it gives me.

- I'm talking about the rate.

- Oh.

- Here are ten pounds.

What happened to sex, drugs, and rock 'n' roll, huh?

- Shit.

Oh, shit!

Shit.

Shit!

Shit!

Look what the cat brought.

Ed!

Edward!

You'll never guess who I just saw.

Cal Harley.

- How did you find out?

- My Dawn just sent me a text message.

I picked him up at the station.

She said her nails were painted.

- What?

- Hmm, I wonder what he's up to again.

- Probably to get his father out of the mess he's gotten himself into.

- Hmm. There's not much to say about fame and fortune, is there?

He's a handsome guy,

But the man looks completely disheveled.

"It's called fashion, Edith."

Many rockers dress like homeless people.

- There you go. Two shepherd's meat pies.

Made according to an original family recipe.

Would you like some sauce to go with it?

- Anything.

- Hi, Dad.

I want him to be gone by the time I get back.

Same thing all over again.

- This place is a madhouse.

- Jake, what happened here?

The pub has always been the heart and soul of the town.

Where did everyone go?

- Where did you go, roughly?

We didn't know if you were dead.

or dancing on a beach in Bali.

- It's complicated.

- You remain on the list of missing persons for three years.

And is "complicated" all you have to say?

You're lucky he only punched you once.

The order has arrived.

Let's go.

The least you can do is give me a hand.

- Damn, this brings back so many memories!

I have fond memories of my time here with you.

Helping Grandpa brew beer.

- Save the sentimentality for your songs.

- I know...

You would have found a way to forgive him.

I just don't know how.

- Health.

How are your parents, Harry? Is everything okay?

- Oh, yeah, they're good, man.

Yes, they're good. Yes.

Actually, they have a message for you.

They say, "Hey, go to hell."

What's wrong with him?

—Well, he still blames you for the breakup of The Corn Chiefs.

- It was a high school band.

- Yeah, well, you became famous.

He became a delivery person.

Well, hold on a second.

What about our delivery service?

- What about your debt?

The boss says there won't be any more deliveries.

until you reach into your pocket.

How am I supposed to run a bar without beer?

"We're a company, Jake."

It is not a charity.

If you're at your wits' end, you can always call Pritchard.

- What's going on?

It's complicated.

Oh, shit, Romy!

You're going to have to drive.

I've been banned.

Romy, your dad is here.

I'll be right there, miss.

- Are you coming?

- It's probably best if I stay here.

- What, are you afraid I'm going to hit you too?

- This is a school, Jake.

It's not a daycare center.

"I know. I know." "I'm so sorry, Abi."

Today was a total disaster at the pub.

Is that Uncle Cal?

- Um... yeah.

Why don't you go say hello?

So, how did it go today?

- She's a great girl, Jake, and you know I care about her a lot.

But there are 30 other children in the class.

That needs my attention, too.

- Wow. Romy, you've grown so much.

- Something would be wrong if I hadn't done it.

- Look, you won't believe it, uh... that, uh...

You know, maybe something happened to him.

Up.

"Look, I'm not a doctor, but I think I might have ADHD."

- Come on, everyone says they have it.

- If you have ADHD,

Trying to concentrate can be... - Lime?

- It could really be...

- You're going to flood it.

...exhausting.

- Yeah, sure, and let's say he does.

In other words, how would he have managed it?

- It's usually genetic.

- Exactly, yes.

I'll have to think about who it might be.

- Miss, could you help us get started?

- So you're still here?

- I'm still here. I'm still teaching.

I'm still happy.

Were they together?

- That's great! - Really?

I thought this was the place where ambition died.

- "Oh my gosh, did I really say that?" - "Yes."

Look, I...

I was an idiot.

- A little.

The car isn't going to start on its own.

- Okay.

- Really?

- Shut up.

- Way to go, Abi!

This one has more lives than a Buddhist.

—Look who it is.

- I have to admire your attempt to go unnoticed, Cal.

- It's good to see you too, Pritchard.

- Oh, I heard that your pumps have run out of water.

- No, only among suppliers.

- Shall we meet at your place? - Great.

See you later, Mr. Pandero.

You are my guiding star...

Is there something serious going on between Abi and Pritchard?

- No clue, buddy.

—Only God knows what she sees in him.

- No, me neither.

You know, aside from inheriting 170 bombs

and running an award-winning brewery.

- Okay.

He may be rolling in money, but he's still a total jerk.

I'm sorry.

- I don't care.

That's what Grandpa calls you.

At least she's honest.

Oh!

We're back.

- Hey, where's my little ray of sunshine?

Hmm, how's school?

- Oh, that was nice.

- Really?

We learned about the ocean and evolution.

- Oh, really?

Did you know that jellyfish have been on this planet?

for more than 500 million years,

But do they still have no brains?

—Well, that should give us a little hope.

quite a few people in this town.

What's he still doing here?

- Well, someone had to drive.

- You have every right to be angry, Dad.

I came home to apologize.

- It's not your home anymore.

Why don't you grab a bag of potato chips and go outside to play?

- What kind of son doesn't even come over?

To his own mother's funeral?

- Dad, now's not the time to be stubborn.

All right, we could really use Cal's financial help.

- I'm broke, Jake.

- Bankrupt?

And what about your, uh... royalties and... and the Porsche?

- Lotus.

It doesn't matter.

Um... I hit the car,

received the royalties as a lump sum...

He ruined everything.

- What's it about?

- What do you think?

The Good Life and Prostitutes.

"I have nowhere to go, Dad."

- Oh, I see. So you came home to apologize?

Or is it because you need a roof over your head?

You can sleep in the basement.

I don't want to see a single hair of yours.

- Siri, what is a prostitute?

-Not again.

I think I messed up.

—I'm going to get the wheelbarrow.

Okay.

Come on, Paxman.

- Oh, is it a waltz or a tango?

- As long as you don't twerk.

Come on, get out.

Get out of here.

- All right. Good night.

- Good evening. Good evening.

Good evening.

Oh, here comes that other nonsense.

Are you satisfied with that?

Are you satisfied with yourselves?

I mean, I thought we were going to dance to "Highland Mary."

That looked like the curly-haired boy with the plow,

which is what everyone at the Summer Festival

He's going to think about it, by the way.

Jeffrey. - Yes, Jake.

- What's up, man?

You know what I'm going to say, right?

- Half a season ago. - Half a season ago.

Yes, half a beat behind.

So what is this?

What is this? Hands up!

I don't know what you're laughing at, Christian.

Okay, there's absolutely nothing funny about this.

You know what? You're right.

This is way past its expiration date.

We need to evolve and adapt to the times,

Let's dance into the 21st century.

- No, no, no, no.

It's about preserving ancestral traditions, Paxman.

—Listen to me carefully.

- What the heck was that?

- Morris Disc.

Disco Morris?

You know, there have been generations of Morris men.

They must be turning in their graves right now.

- Well, at least they turn around in time, unlike you guys.

Oh, Michael, do you feel like dancing for a while?

- Hey, no, you're wrong.

You know what Thomas Beecham said, right?

"Try everything in life at least once,

"except for incest and Morris dancing."

"That's good to know, Dad."

- The toast is burning.

- Oh!

- Oh, shit.

- The Campaign for Real Ale has just published a review of the pub.

—Come on, I'm a grown-up.

I can accept criticism as long as it's constructive.

- The Drovers Arms pub is run by Michael Harley...

a miserable bar owner whose behavior is so bitter

like the slop they serve.

- Continue.

Would you mind putting that spoon down?

Upon entering The Drovers,

You're immediately struck by the dim lighting,

the weathered decor and the palpable cloud

hostility emanating from the owner himself.

And if Michael Harley doesn't crush you,

The food and beer will definitely do the trick.

- Ugh.

I'm going to sue those bastards for defamation.

- WHO?

- Who do you think?

Lance Armstrong and that darn Bradley Wiggins.

If we can't afford to buy beer,

We have to prepare it.

- What are you talking about?

- Put the pub back on the map.

The only way to achieve this is by creating something unique.

And who's going to drink it?

- If we make a name for ourselves,

It gives the pub a new identity.

And, you know, more people will be coming.

- Cal, it takes years to learn how to brew a halfway decent beer.

- Well, luckily for us,

We have 50 years of experience here.

Look, all of Grandpa's notes.

Diagrams, beer-brewing recipes,

written in a very large book.

Look, we're not kids anymore.

And a few pints of homemade beer

That's not going to get us back in the black.

We could produce 600 liters at a time.

That's an 80% profit margin.

- It's only profitable if you have customers.

and are scarce.

"You know there's a pub right across the street?"

What is full day and night?

- Yes, a pub that just won CAMRA's award for best British beer.

Two years in a row.

Yes.

See you on Thursday for the bell-ringing.

A good day for that.

There's no doubt that the sun has attracted the birds.

Have you seen any rare species?

- I just crossed a stunning redhead off my list.

Woodpecker or finch?

—She's willing to do anything, buddy.

Cal. He's not someone who notices tics.

- Oh, my God, Cal!

What a surprise to see you here. If I'd known,

I would have added you to the group chat.

- No. No, no, no. It's not what it looks like.

- Oh.

- Shit.

Grandpa?

- Really?

- What is "dogging"?

- Oh, hi, Mick.

- Everything okay, Jim?

- Yes.

Well, nothing bad has happened, guys.

A little weird.

- It wasn't strange. It was...

It was a misunderstanding.

- Yeah, yeah, of course it was.

Yeah. Well. I'll let you go, okay?

- Cheers, Jim! - Cheers!

See you then.

Beekeeping.

What are you doing with all that?

I'm not baking a cake, am I?

Can you give me a hand?

- No. You're right.

- Nice trash bag.

- It's a poncho.

- Hey, listen...

- Gerald said he couldn't believe it

when he walked into the farm store with his list.

Too full of himself.

- Well, I've heard he's been digging

his grandfather's old microbrewery

and he wants to try it himself.

- They might surprise us all.

- Oh, he may have inherited his grandfather's brewing equipment,

That doesn't mean he's inherited his knowledge or his palate.

He... he's, at best, a cider drinker.

That's a low blow.

- What are you doing?

- What humans have been doing for thousands of years.

Make water more interesting.

- Definitely... Bosh!

Hey.

What are you doing?

- Hey, writing.

- Shopping list?

- Song lyrics.

I hope it's better than your second album.

- Did you hear that?

- Yeah...

But it wasn't you.

- Yes. The second-album curse.

Is that why you came back?

Have you thought about trying your hand at brewing beer?

Everyone's talking about it, you know?

You managed to baffle a few people.

and spark some controversy.

“Really? Your boyfriend is scared.”

How about a little healthy competition?

- Don't say "boyfriend." - Why?

- Because I'm too old to have one, and he's too old to be one.

- How about "born with a silver spoon in his mouth"?

Or rather, you know what? It's my favorite.

A posh jerk through and through.

Sit-ups, please!

That's the guy who ratted us out to your mom.

About our high-quality fake IDs.

- It has changed.

- Me too.

I saw you again after my first tour.

I just wanted to apologize.

But you had moved in with James Bradley.

What did you expect me to do?

I would sit and wait for you while you sang love songs.

What about other women?

- All the songs were about you.

- Really?

You're an idiot.

Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, it's my fault.

Oh.

- Oh! Paxman!

This is a disaster.

We need to go back to what we know.

- No, look. I know it wasn't the right time,

But we're not going to change horses in the middle of the river.

- No, that's exactly what we're doing.

At the next practice, we'll go back to the Highland Mary.

That damn Disco Morris.

Jake. Jakey.

Are you okay, buddy?

- No, I think I have a concussion.

How much should I simply aim for?

About two and a half years.

Really?

All right, let's do it and go home.

- Oh, shit.

- Hey, guys!

- Oh, no, damn it!

No way in hell.

Get down! Duck!

- Don't make a fool of yourself, buddy.

- No! You already took the TVs.

You're not going to get my music.

- Oh, really?

You and whose army?

- This one.

- Leave that where it is, or we'll beat you with these sticks.

where the sun doesn't shine.

And I'm not talking about Bristol.

- You collapsed like a beach chair.

- You can see where they wanted to put that pole.

I've got to get in the car and drive home, buddy.

- I'm not going to call the main office. You can do it.

- Thanks for that, guys.

Normally, I'd buy you a pint on the house.

But I don't have a pencil.

I have bottles and I have liquors.

All Benylin.

Well, if anyone feels brave enough,

I'd like to hear your thoughts on this.

- What is it?

- It is a traditional single-infusion maceration method,

with double-dried East Kent Golding hops

in a blend of Irish malt.

- I'll take the risk.

Do you have insurance?

Here you go.

- Wow, that's really going to give you courage!

- Do you want to try it, Dad?

- No, I'm not thirsty.

- I'll try.

Here you go.

Here you go.

- Cheers! - Cheers!

Oh... That should be served in a sherry glass.

- Let's go.

Remember what Grandpa used to say.

"It's not fair to judge a pint until you've had a few."

Oh, right.

- All right, line them up.

- All right!

- Bells of Hell?

By the bells of hell!

- I've got it.

- Hooray!

- Hey, don't laugh now,

Are you a Christian?

Good morning, sweetheart.

How are you feeling?

- Oh.

Like something Keith Richards would have spat out.

- I'm sorry, buddy.

It was a mistake.

- It was a toxin—that's what it was.

Look, I blame it on Grandpa's handwriting.

It should have been a three, not an eight.

- Eight what?

- Pounds of sugar.

Did you put eight pounds of sugar in a drink?

That could be considered attempted murder.

Well, are you sure you were testing it as you went along?

Oh, no.

Oh, don't tell me you don't drink!

Cal, how are you supposed to brew beer?

What if you can't even drink one?

- All right, look.

I screwed up. Yeah, I screwed up.

But I think I've discovered something special this time.

A light beer that Grandpa was working on

before he passed away.

A lifetime's work channeled into a winning beer.

He never had the chance to brew beer.

I mean, we do this well,

not only could we start turning a profit,

But we could head into the southwestern part of CAMRA

Regional tastings with him.

- Please stop talking. - No.

The qualifying rounds are being held here.

in town, at the festival.

The finals will be held in London in August.

And... look at this.

The winners of the Best Bitter category in 2010

They were a microbrewery, just like us.

Then they sold the company to Budweiser—and they hit the jackpot!

I mean, brewing is in our blood, Jake.

If Pritchard can do it, why can't we?

- For the same reason you can't write another hit song.

Hello?

Yes. I'm on my way.

Romy has been suspended from school.

for throwing a drink at another student.

Romy.

- What?

- You're supposed to be doing your science homework.

- Brewing beer is a science.

- Don't try to outsmart me.

- I'm not. That's what Uncle Cal said.

—He's reading, buddy.

The glass is half full and all that.

Oh, my God!

Dad, you swore you'd been in touch

with the mortgage company.

- Oh, right, I forgot.

- Just because you forget a debt doesn't mean it will forget you.

- All right, find me a money tree,

I'm going to go shake him up.

- Dad, it says here that we have 14 days to find 10,000

or they will begin the process of recovering the property.

- Something will come up; it always does.

So I really don't know how to say this

without sounding like a 16-year-old again,

But I wrote this song for you.

I hope you like it.

- I'll give you three thousand for it.

- Five. - Four.

I want a signature to verify the source.

Help with any future sales.

- But I'm selling it to you.

- It's a business, man.

It's not a museum.

- I'm sorry, sweetheart.

- What is that?

- My investment in our future.

- I thought you said you were broke.

- I sold my guitar.

- There you go.

I told you something was going to happen.

- Oh, well, that's just great.

Before, you couldn't even say his name.

Now you're in his pocket.

Money is money, Jake.

- Good job, Cal.

You know, you're really talented.

for making everything revolve around you.

- No, it's about making money.

And in six weeks,

We'll have another 180 liters of beer to sell.

- Yes, but only if it's drinkable.

And judging by the last pint you made,

I don't have much hope.

- Nobody forced you to sink seven of them.

- In short, we're behind on our mortgage payments.

Get the hell out of our lives, damn city tax,

heating, electricity, water.

The list is endless.

- I'm just trying to help.

- Need help?

We've needed your help for years.

And you wait until you run out of money.

and become completely useless

show up on your white horse.

I'm sorry, Cal.

Look, no one is prouder of you than I am.

But while you were strutting around like a rock star,

I've been here trying to keep everything in order.

So what have I accomplished with all this?

- You have Romy.

- Yeah, well...

That's still not enough.

- Well, if you come up with any brilliant ideas...

Go ahead.

This is Rural FM,

where the sheep dance and the tractors rumble.

This is David Ray Jenkins with a bombshell story about Birchbury.

Tonight, The Drovers Arms, which is somehow still open to the public...

is organizing a return to the pubs

For local artist Cal Harley, who had only one hit.

Do you remember him? Me neither.

But for those who do,

Come on over and have a Bacardi Breezer—or two.

- I don't think so.

- What?

They are Los Arrieros.

- Is it on fire?

- They have customers, damn it.

- Customers?

"It's something I never thought I'd see."

- What can I get you? - Another pint, please.

- Cal Harley! - Why can't you just sit still?

What are you doing?

What is that?

- We have plenty of wine, ladies.

No, that's... — Jake.

- Oh. - Come here!

- You said I should come up with a brilliant idea.

- Yes.

Please sing again.

Yes.

- So, that's what it's like to have fans who adore you.

They have an intense look.

- They look like a Bacardi Breezer

far from taking off her panties.

- Yes, I don't blame them.

He may have gone through the change,

But I'd still give him one.

- Mom! - What?

I'm just saying what we're all thinking.

- Hey, where are you going?

"I don't look that desperate, do I, Mom?"

- Yes.

- Lime?

Cal, are you okay?

Cal, what's going on?

- What's going on?

- Have you gone back to it?

Well, what's going on?

I'm having a panic attack.

—Well, come on, this isn't the time to get stage fright.

We're going to raise more money there tonight.

than during the entire year.

- Take a few deep breaths.

No, you'll be able to breathe later.

Right now, he needs to go back in there.

You know, mix things up a little, put on a show.

- I can't.

I'm not that person anymore, my friend.

- Well, he's just pretending.

"I don't feel well, Dad."

- What do you mean?

- I was admitted to a psychiatric facility.

I'd been feeling bad for a while...

and then, when I found out that Mom had died,

I broke down.

I hated myself so much that I had to put an end to it.

- Continue.

- I tried to kill myself.

- Damn, man!

"I just wanted it to stop..."

Everything.

Why didn't you call us?

- I felt ashamed.

- You're a stupid bastard!

You're an idiot, a stupid bastard.

"I'm sorry I was a coward."

- No, you're not.

Not a day goes by without me thinking about it

about doing the same thing.

The only thing holding me back is the mess I'd leave behind.

And you're no coward.

You're my guy.

He looked... devastated.

That's what alcohol and drugs do.

"She had a nervous breakdown, Ed."

Since when has that mattered to you?

- No matter what you think of him,

You have to agree that what has happened

It's a tragedy for that family.

- Tragedies happen in families all the time.

I have lost my parents.

Things happen.

- I saved it for you.

- It was a beautiful ceremony.

- Yes, it was.

- Just the way Mom wanted it.

- All the words, all the readings...

All the songs.

- Thanks, Dad. - Yeah, buddy.

What is this, happy hour?

- I was much happier before you came along.

What would you like?

- I want to buy the pub.

- It's not for sale. - Don't worry, Dad.

Let's hear what he has to say.

We all know that this is a dying trade.

without adequate financial backing.

"You're not wrong." "Don't get involved in this."

But every month, 50 businesses like this one close down.

Luckily for you,

There's room in my wallet for the Drovers.

At a fair price.

- We don't need your money.

- Oh, yeah, I've heard that.

You're going to try to get out of this situation by brewing beer.

You know, making beer

It's not like writing a cheesy pop song.

It took my family 140 years to perfect the perfect pint.

- Listen, you've won a couple of awards.

In my opinion, it's like putting silk on a goat.

She's still a pain in the neck.

- Is it?

If you think you can do better,

Why don't you step forward and let yourself be judged?

"Well, that's exactly what we're going to do, Edward."

See you at the CAMRA regional tastings.

What do you think?

- It seems you're not the only one who flew

About *One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest*.

- Say it again.

- Leave it.

- You broke my nose.

- No, buddy.

Your mouth did that.

Okay?

- I was charged with assault resulting in injury.

It got me out of a tight spot until the end of the month.

- Sorry, guys. That's the best I could do.

But maybe you'd like to calm things down.

Just a little bit, okay?

A little sexual harassment here, a violent assault there.

People are going to talk, you know.

- We weren't having sex in public.

No, of course not, buddy.

Anyway, be careful when you're walking, guys.

- Thanks, Jim.

- We weren't.

- I didn't say you were.

- Now, you really have to give it a try.

And keep your temper in check, Dad.

- I don't have any temper issues.

Hey! Watch where you're going.

"You're an idiot!" - "You're the idiot."

- Oh, yeah, that's a good one coming from a guy dressed like a...

Jelly baby.

That's not a bad temper.

That's just rude.

Come on, let's go home and get started.

- What's it about?

- About beer.

I'm not going to let that bastard win another competition.

and rub it in our faces.

- Awesome, Dad!

- Look what I found...

Going through your mother's things.

- What the heck is that?

- Grandpa's beer stick.

- It's for stirring the wort.

Add oxygen,

activates the yeast cells in the fungus,

bringing out the flavors.

- Dad, this is going to take beer to a whole new level.

- I'm sorry, have you all lost your minds?

We have to go to Pritchard and beg him to drop the charges,

and pray that he keeps buying this pub.

"We don't have anything to sell, Jake."

We'll be lucky if we manage to get out of here.

along with accessories and add-ons.

Anyway, look, we have enough money to get by.

including the CAMRA tastings.

If everything goes well, we'll qualify for the final.

Then we could easily attract some investment,

As Cal said.

- Dad, Cal's beer wasn't fit for human consumption.

—Well, then we'll learn from their mistakes.

until we get it right.

Your grandfather always said that beer

It's 90% water and 10% magic.

Ooooh! Abracadabra.

- I can't believe it's come to this.

It's Saturday night, and we're watching a drunk old man.

to walk aimlessly in circles.

- A typical night out with Paxman.

But why can't we just use tap water like everyone else?

- Because Great-Grandpa Ted said it doesn't make sense.

Brewing live beer with dead water.

- Yes. - That's right.

I'm referring to the chemical treatment process.

kills everything bad,

but it also depletes minerals and nutrients.

- Oh, my hands are shaking!

- It's because you haven't had a drink yet.

The rod doesn't lie.

Oh, there it is.

Yes, this is where we're digging.

Right here.

- All right, well, if you can't beat them,

You might as well join them.

- Right there.

I think we're going to need something sturdier than that.

- Isn't that right? - Yes.

Keep it up, Harry.

That's right.

Keep it up.

Keep it up.

That's right.

Keep it up, Harry.

Hey!

- What was that?

- I have a good idea.

- You need a new stick, buddy.

Well, if brains were taxed,

You would get a refund!

You just cut off the damn power.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

We were looking for the old spring.

- Oh, why didn't you say so?

My mother's house has always had well water.

- Basic concepts of brewing.

- Do me a favor;

Be sure to measure the sugar carefully this time.

My body can't handle another five-day hangover.

- I don't understand.

Why are we going to all this trouble?

to find pure spring water

filtered through local limestone,

So you just go ahead and download a file.

Does it contain old, imported processed sugar?

- Well, yeast has to eat something.

- I could use Dad's honey.

- Actually, that's a good idea.

That's what the monks used to do with their mead.

—In other words, we'd have to ask them for permission.

- What, the monks?

- Bees.

Now, remember that these are sensitive creatures, okay?

so if they get angry or feel offended,

The hive will swarm and disappear.

So keep your distance.

And under no circumstances should you swear or use profanity.

- That's cost me half my vocabulary.

- Hi, queen bee.

- Hello, worker bees.

It's me, Jake.

I'm here now to ask for permission to use your precious honey.

for our family beer.

Your gift to the world is to pollinate flowers,

Our mission is to inspire people.

- They're humming.

That's a good sign.

- Oh, okay. Great.

- Oh! Jesus Christ!

A bee just stung me!

- Please tell me you didn't just kill him.

- I hope so, damn it.

It bit me.

- Shit, you've got one on your shoulder.

- What? - There's one on your shoulder.

- Calm down.

You son of a bitch, that really hurt!

Could everyone please stop swearing?

That's still a swear word.

Well, since when are bees bilingual?

- I can feel it. Get it out of there.

It's my responsibility. - Okay. All right, calm down.

They can feel your energy.

You son of a bitch! Ah!

- Oh, shit. - I'm covered in them.

They're invading the area!

- "Ah! Oh, my God!" - "Run!"

So, is the bees' answer "no"?

- Nice amber color. - Yes.

Hmm.

The smell isn't bad either.

Yeah, I can taste the, uh, earthy note... the citrusy one....

- What about the taste?

- Oh, yeah. That holds up really well.

Yes, you can taste the sweetness of the honey.

notes of pear drop,

and... a subtle hint of butter caramel.

Put your lips around that.

Uh, uh, uh, uh.

Oh, that's lovely.

I'll tell you one thing.

That's a look your grandfather would be proud of.

- Oh, shit. Abi.

Come on, you.

Let's see if Miss Stockton

will allow you to go back to school.

- That's really nice, though.

I'm going to have another little sip of that.

- Fill it up, Dad.

- I have some good news.

Now that you've had your evaluation,

They're going to let you go back to school.

- Amazing!

- But there are a few basic rules.

You have to take your medication,

"Okay?" - "Yes, yes, yes."

- And please, for my sake,

Try to turn in your assignments on time.

- Yes. - Done, okay?

You can't just stop in the middle of a sentence.

You have to come to a conclusion.

- Yes, it's a deal.

—And Romy, don't cut Matilda's hair.

I've heard that you've put Romy to work, too.

- Yeah, basically she's the boss now.

We all work for her.

- Giving him something fun to focus on has clearly helped.

- It's helped me, too.

I think all of us.

I remember the first time I came in here.

Yes, many things happened here for the first time.

First concert.

First dance.

- First pint. - First pint.

Grandpa's Solstice Special.

- Hmm. The longest day turned into the longest night of my life.

- Oh, I remember now.

After a pint, you asked me to be your boyfriend.

- Hmm. You asked me that.

- No. No, it was definitely you.

"I'm sure it was the beer talking."

- That must have been it. - Hm...

- Anyway, even if you hadn't asked me to, I would have done it anyway, so...

It doesn't matter.

—We'd better go.

I listened to your song.

It was beautiful.

Welcome to the first Big Summer Party.

and the regional tastings organized by the Campaign for Real Ale.

We're here to taste beer and dance.

No one dances better than the local legends, Hell's Bells.

- Okay, this is going on TikTok.

- I love men in uniform.

- You love anything that's alive.

- Let's hope his beer is better than his dancing.

"Come on, Ed! It's just a joke."

- It'll be fun to see that thug locked up in jail.

Could all the local brewers do that?

and craft beer enthusiasts

Please proceed to the main tent.

For CAMRA's regional tastings.

- Here they come.

- Oh, the muleteers!

The Worst Pub in Great Britain

- Competing for the best beer. - Yes.

- You pride yourselves on being craft beer enthusiasts.

Well, this is as real as it gets.

Brewed at the Drovers Arms facility,

using natural, locally sourced ingredients

and 100% homemade.

- Do you like meatloaf?

- This one isn't from the freezer.

- This comes from the heart.

- Which one of you is the brewer?

- It's a family matter.

And what's the name of the beer?

- Muleteers.

—Well, let's hope the taste is more inspiring than the name.

- They seem to be completely overwhelmed by the situation.

- Hey, the Harleys would be in a really tough spot.

on a drip tray.

- Thank you.

We wish you the best of luck.

- Okay.

- This one's fine.

- Good afternoon, ladies.

What did you say today?

- That's a bit bold, Wilf.

"I already told you, Dawn, I'm not interested."

It's your mother I'm looking for.

Well...

- You should try the new beer from the Drovers.

It slides down like a nostalgic mole.

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.

We've sipped, sucked, and savored

Today we tried some absolutely spectacular beers.

- So let's get down to business and move on to the first category,

The best bitter.

Representing the Southwest in the national finals

For the third consecutive year, with its latest offer,

Cheerful and carefree,

This is one of our local legends: Pritchard's Brewery.

- And representing the Southwest in the Special Bitter Category,

It's Hoptamystic.

- Moving on now to the "Mild" category,

but by no means meek...

- Representing the Southwest in this year's national finals.

on his first try—

I can't believe I'm saying this.

But we have to give credit where credit is due.

made right here, in this very town.

From the Drovers Arms brewery—it's Drovers!

Come on, Mick!

- Oh my God!

- We look forward to seeing all the winners.

at the national finals in London.

Hi, look.

- Congratulations. - Thank you.

- Hi, Edward.

I guess we'll see each other in the big city.

—I'd rather see you in the back of a prison van.

Would you like to meet with your father?

Maybe you could get a family room.

- Ed, that's enough.

- I don't know why you're defending the competition.

- They're not competitors.

You all belong to different categories.

You are all winners.

- I'm starting to get a little tired of this.

- I'm sorry.

- Paxman?

- Really?

Can you help me with my homework, please?

- I thought you'd been expelled from school.

- No, they let me back in.

- What's the question?

—Well, we're working on Romeo and Juliet.

Love or hate?

Which one is stronger?

- Hmm... Family conflict versus young love.

- How old is he?

—Well, Julieta was 13 years old.

Don't you think he's a little young?

Is it all about love?

- Yes.

First you're too young, then you realize,

You're too old.

When the time comes, Romy, don't waste any time.

That's my advice.

- We should go, Dad. - Yeah, I know.

I'm getting myself into a bit of a bind with this.

Your mother used to tie my tie for me.

I make it this far, and then everything falls apart like balls of cotton.

- Okay.

Let's give it a try.

“You still love Abi, don't you?”

"I never stopped, Dad."

I'm not good enough for her.

- Of course.

I know you've been through hell and back, my friend.

But thanks to that, you're a better person.

Look what you've done there.

I look like a damn teddy bear.

- You look great. Let's go.

Could the defendant please stand up?

Michael Harley, you have been found guilty of assault.

that result in actual bodily injury.

We have taken your plea of guilty into account.

The court acknowledges this.

Unfortunately, the level of violent intent you displayed

It cannot be ignored.

Therefore, I sentence you to six months in prison...

suspended for two years.

How old were you when you met Nana?

He was 25 years old.

It cost me eight pounds to get into Glastonbury that year.

It was the best money I've ever spent.

Van Morrison was the headliner.

But the real star of the show was your grandmother.

On the way back, me and some friends,

We stopped here to watch the sunrise.

But I saw something much more beautiful.

Your grandmother, my Sarah, was right there.

singing and dancing with a group of her friends.

After a while, we started talking.

We haven't stopped for 40 years.

But look at that view.

That doesn't change.

It feels as if time has stopped.

It's a shame life couldn't be like that, isn't it?

Can you hold that, honey?

- I love you, Mom.

- Fly free, my little songbird.

Mom, not everyone in this town

He's having an affair.

—Oh, there's more to it than meets the eye.

- What do you think, Mary? - Harry?

- He goes to church. - A churchgoer? Less church,

- More lively, if you ask me. - Harry!

Look at those clusters of fingers

She supports the cricket team.

- Why is the barrel's hatch open?

- What?

- Oh. - No, no, no, no.

Bastards.

- Here. Have a sip of water.

- No, Scotch whiskey.

- Really? - Yeah, Scotch whiskey.

Everything is destroyed.

Maceration vat, fermenter.

I've done it all.

- The drink?

- Remains.

Grandpa!

- Dad? Dad! Hey!

- Hey, hey, hey!

- Jake, call an ambulance.

- It'll take too long.

Grandpa.

- Okay, Roms. Roms?

- I need an access code for a DFIB machine, please.

Zero, six.

Romy, sweetheart,

I need you to come back from there, okay?

We've already got an ambulance on the way, okay?

Everything will be okay—I promise.

Just so you know,

The surgeon is performing an emergency coronary angioplasty.

to improve blood flow to your heart.

If his condition stabilizes, they will insert a stent.

- Really?

He is receiving the best medical care.

I'll keep you updated on any new developments.

Thank you.

- Hello?

- Hi, Cal. It's Dawn.

Hey, Dawn Higgins. - Hi.

- Look, it's probably just, uh,

I saw Harry leave through the back of Drovers a little while ago.

And I just... seemed really suspicious.

- What?

- I just wanted you to know.

Oh--

- Lime?

California!

- If my father dies, you'll have blood on your hands.

- I don't know what you're talking about, buddy.

- Stop, stop, stop!

- "Get out of there, Wilf!" - "Okay."

- When he saw that the basement had been vandalized,

He had a heart attack.

That beer was all we had.

And now he's fighting for his life,

lying on an operating table.

"I'm sorry, Cal."

But what does this have to do with me?

- No!

Someone saw you, Harry.

sneaking out the back of the pub.

Is that true?

- Why?

You can't keep feeling jealous.

Tell me why

He shouldn't press charges. - Cal--

-Tell me why I shouldn't ruin your life

just as you destroyed ours.

- Cal, I have a family... - Tell me, Harry!

- Pritchard paid me.

He's drunk.

He doesn't know what he's talking about.

- You're a fucking liar.

"Be very careful, Harry."

I had nothing to do with this.

I give you my word.

- You see, the thing is,

We all know what your word is worth.

And even though a lot has changed around here

While I was away, you...

You're still lying just the same,

You've always been a sneaky little mouse.

- Abi, I didn't have anything to do... - No.

- Cal! - Come on.

- Talk to me.

Let me take you there.

- I was starting to get to know him all over again.

Why do we always put things off until it's too late?

- That's not true.

Jake.

- I'm pleased to say that your father's surgery was a success.

It was a success.

We're going to transfer him to the intensive care unit now.

- Thank you.

This song brings back a lot of memories for me.

- Hi. - Hi.

Which one are you looking at?

"I remember that night."

It feels like it was just yesterday.

God, I was so nervous.

- I used to love guys with guitars.

- I probably shouldn't have sold mine back then.

- We look so young.

We look forward to seeing you.

- We were.

I've wasted a lot of time.

I don't want to waste any more.

Tomorrow.

- Tomorrow.

- Uncle Cal, you know...?

Oh. Hello, miss.

- Hi, Romy.

- We're in serious trouble.

- Hey, I'll leave it at that.

That's my job.

Just in time.

By the way, it's love.

I don't hate.

- What is it?

- Romeo and Juliet.

Oh, don't hang around.

That's the conclusion.

- Yeah...

Oh, I see...

All right.

Okay, thanks.

- What did they say?

- It doesn't matter that we've qualified for the final.

They're not going to grant us a business loan.

for a new microbrewery.

How about a crowdfunding page?

People raise thousands of dollars that way.

"We don't have enough time, miss."

- Yes.

We have to start brewing beer by the end of the week.

to at least have the chance to have a beer ready in time.

Forget about the competition.

It's over.

We've run out of road.

The pub isn't sustainable.

All right, let's do it!

To gather around.

God gave us two hands.

One to help ourselves.

The second is to help others.

- And we're here to help.

—I'm really sorry for what I did.

I want to help fix things.

So we had a talk,

and the town would like to buy you a new homebrewing kit.

Pritchard was trying to persuade us to invest.

in a racehorse union.

- But we prefer to invest close to home.

- There are six thousand five hundred

and four pounds there.

- I don't know what to say.

This is... this is so generous.

Thank you, everyone.

Anyway, you'll see that you need a beer-making kit.

that is capable of producing the volume we need...

You're talking about 15,000.

- Fifteen?

I'll make up the rest.

It's pointless for dust to collect under my mattress.

- Paxman, that's almost nine thousand.

- Eight thousand four hundred ninety-six, to be exact.

- Why would you do that?

- I'm banned from all pubs from Minehead to Mendip.

Where else am I going to get a damn pint?

Yes, that's right.

- Hi, Grandpa.

- Hi, honey.

- How are you feeling?

Much better. Ready to go home.

What on earth are you dressed up as?

Have I started taking morphine again?

We needed a compelling marketing story for the beer.

That resonates with our family history.

- What, are we all crazy?

- That we are descendants of muleteers.

- Dad, every successful brand has a story,

and ours dates back two hundred years.

- So let's take the traditional route to get to the market.

and show those CAMRA judges what this is all about.

- Your mother would be very proud of both of you.

and thus coming together.

- That's all.

That's what we should call the beer.

I feel like a medieval Uber driver.

That outfit looks good on you, you know?

We look like extras from *Poldark*.

Are we going to have to pay the congestion charge?

- I don't know what the law is,

But I don't think we can travel in the dark.

I think we should have left a little earlier.

Yeah, the truth is, we didn't really think it through, did we?

- I hope these horses have night vision,

Because I can't see a thing.

That's how it should have been.

For our ancestors, hundreds of years ago.

Have you ever wished you had been born back then?

Sometimes I think about a simpler life

That would have been better for me.

- Now you're forgetting... the workhouses,

prisons for debtors...

public hangings...

potato famine.

- Aside from them.

- Gonorrhea, which used to be very common...

Damn it!

- Cholera.

Even a glass of water could have killed you.

- They would have thrown me into a mental hospital.

before you could say "happy pill."

- You know it probably would have ended the same way

married to a lunatic.

- I'm really sorry, man.

- I can understand how he could have left me.

I can't understand how he could have left Romy.

- You're a great dad.

- Yes, she's happy that her Uncle Cal is here.

We all are.

- I love you, too. - I didn't say that.

—Well, it looks like the muleteers are causing quite a stir.

with the craft beer community.

What's up, Instagram?

Here we are in the big city.

What on earth are they thinking?

They say they're keeping an eye on things

a traditional way to reach the market.

Yes. They're getting a lot of "likes."

Oh, comments and shares.

- It's a craft beer awards ceremony, not a costume contest.

- Make sure there's plenty of beer.

Did you like it?

- Not me. My finger just slipped.

- Afternoon.

- Hi. - Drovers Arms, tag us!

Hmm.

- Oh, man, this looks good. Where's the bar?

- Good afternoon.

Welcome to the 35th edition of the Great British CAMRA Real Ale Awards.

Today, for the first time in history,

Two rival pubs in Birchbury, Somerset.

The Drovers Arms and the George Inn

They will compete against each other to be crowned

Winner of the Best Beer in Great Britain award.

Well, in a small town like yours,

I imagine the rivalries run very deep.

Is this some kind of grudge match?

- One that dates back a long time

the Gallows Rebellion of 1685.

—Yes, of course. Edward Pritchard's ancestors.

They were loyal to the crown, but peasants like us...

He talked nonsense to the aristocrats.

- Yeah, and give it to those snobby idiots.

- Yeah, yeah, and that's exactly

what we're going to do again today.

- Yes!

- Who are you?!

Who are you?! Who are you?!

Who are you?

Who are you?! Who are you?! Who are you?!

- Obviously, this competition means a great deal

To the good people of Somerset.

Back with you in the studio.

- It's not just a competition.

Beer has played a crucial yet underappreciated role

in the reproduction of our species.

- In what way, Paxman?

- Helping unattractive people have sex since 32 B.C.

Is this a little faster?

Oh, okay, you're a little too close, buddy.

Where the heck are they?

They were supposed to be here an hour ago.

Do you have maps on your phone?

I don't know where we're going.

It's like a cabinet on wheels.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, best regards, I'm sorry. - Thank you.

I'm sorry.

Come on, come on!

- How much time do we have?

- Hey, 20 minutes.

This is your last call.

- No. It keeps going to voicemail.

They haven't posted anything in a very long time either.

- When they fail to win anything and the pub is seized,

I'm going to buy it at an auction and just leave it empty.

- Why would you do that?

- So when those traitors are thirsty

and come and knock on my door,

I'd be more than happy to tell you all about them.

They are banned.

- Looking for signs for Olympia.

The horses know we're lost.

- Yes, we took the wrong path.

- Still no sign of them, huh?

- No, I checked the parking lot.

- Of course.

—They'd better hurry up.

The judges will begin the tasting shortly.

- That's like a hug in a glass.

That's the last straw.

It has hints of caramel.

It's really, uh, exciting.

- Yes, that's right.

- Sign. Olympia. There it is.

There, there, there. — I see.

- The excitement is building as we wait

for the results of the Best British Beer of the Year.

Next to me is the two-time

Winner of the award for Britain's best beer.

Edward Pritchard, from the Pritchard Brewery.

Do you think you can be the first brewer?

To win the Triple Crown?

Let's just say I'm eager to make history.

- Excuse me, you can't park a vehicle here.

—Well, that's not a vehicle, buddy.

It's a horse.

- Now that's a master class in balance.

Bitterness, sweetness.

It's like walking a tightrope.

There's a sense of danger. - Yeah, yeah, yeah.

But there's also a sense of security.

As if I were falling,

I know there's a group of firefighters

waiting to catch me with their big trampoline.

- I feel exactly the same way.

A huge trampoline.

Huge firefighters. - Huge firefighters.

I'm sorry.

- Drovers Arms. You're late.

What stopped you?

Highway bandits?

- No, we got lost.

Okay, we really got lost

and then we woke up late this morning.

and the horses needed water and...

A little nervous.

Do you mind if...?

Oh, that's really nice.

- Shut up.

- Technically, you--

- Technically, you're disqualified.

If we make an exception to the rules for you,

We have to adapt to the circumstances for everyone else's sake.

- Hey, we know your time is valuable,

But we know we've come a long way, both emotionally and personally.

and geographically to put it together for you.

And yes, we may have been a little disappointed.

But not this beer.

All right.

It's really great.

- He may be dressed like a beggar,

But are you ready to live like one?

- Cal may not be a millionaire,

But at least he isn't morally bankrupt.

Prat.

- Hmm, that's disappointing, Jeremy.

- He's way too immature.

- I don't think he knows what it is yet.

- Yes, but at the same time, it's too much.

- Hmm. - I like jam.

I don't want the wasps to chase me.

- Exactly. It's... it's, um...

It's...

- Shit. - That's exactly what it is.

It's officially crap.

Could all the competitors?

Please go to the prizes section.

The awards ceremony is about to begin.

- Good afternoon, everyone.

Today we're gathering to honor the best.

in the British beer industry.

- Yes, those grass wizards,

The malt wizards who turn water into magic

And leap toward happiness!

- Hooray!

- So, without further ado,

This year's winners of the Best Beer in Great Britain award are...

In the Gold category,

Non-Return Pint, Ironwood Ales.

- In the Bitter category, Best Bitter...

Cheerful and carefree,

Pritchard Brewery. - Awesome!

- Come on! Yes!

- Conceited idiot.

- Thank you.

- Strong Bitter, Village Idiot, Barley There Brewery.

Specialty: Hopmen of the Apocalypse,

Bingham Brewery.

Stout Beers: Malty fiction—beers for grumpy old men!

- And in the "Suave" category...

- A mother's pride,

The Drovers Arms Brewery!

- "Yes, come on in!"

- We couldn't have done it without you, my friend.

Oh, well done.

Good job, honey.

- Nice to meet you!

- Congratulations to all our winners!

and our deepest condolences to all those who have suffered a loss.

But today, there can only be one ultimate champion.

Our judges voted unanimously.

Everyone agreed that the appearance,

The aroma and flavor of this beer were truly unique.

- That's right, and I'm very pleased.

to present this year's award

Award for Best Beer in Great Britain...

to The Drovers Arms,

for its light beer, Mother's Pride.

- That's incredible.

- Well, that was a piece of cake.

- Hey, first of all,

We must thank the Muleteers' Corps.

- We love you.

"You, you... know what you did."

and he will not be forgotten.

Second, every art form needs a source of inspiration.

And brewing is no different.

- A mother's pride is bold, genuine,

bold and full of heart.

Our mother was all of that.

and that's why we're dedicating this to him

and our beer for her.

—We're really sorry you couldn't be here.

Come have a pint with us today.

Thank you. - Thank you.

"There's no conspiracy, Edward."

The fact is that Hoppy-Go-Lucky

It wasn't as good as their previous offers.

- Maybe you should focus on brewing beer.

instead of making history.

- You're going to regret this.

- Not as much as you.

You are ineligible for these prizes.

- Come on! Pritchard's Brewery is the award winner.

Come on, let's go.

"Go to hell, you idiot, and go make some cider!"

—Hi, everyone, I'm David Schumer.

- Congratulations.

- It is one of the leading investors in craft beer.

- I can see that you have a talent for and a passion for brewing.

You've done a great job on social media.

Building Your Brand.

My specialty is finance.

I run profitable and successful breweries.

And I'd like to do it with you.

- How much are you offering?

It will be a considerable investment.

to reach a much broader consumer base.

- I mean, it sounds great,

But, anyway, this is a community beer.

- Mm-hmm. - Made in town.

- Community-owned property.

- So first we need to discuss it with our partners.

- Sure. When... when can I meet them?

- Hey, well, what now?

- Cheers!

- Woo!

Let me hear you say it!

- Thank you!

- Hey! You damn drivers!

I'm trying to save the planet!

Oh, shit.