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- Ioan, how are you doing?

- I'm okay.

- Then grip my hand.

Harder.

Take off your glove.

There's a flask in the trailer there.

Go warm yourself.

You're no use to us if you can't feel your fingers, right?

Go on.

Off you go, take five.

- You wanna go home, go back to the boys?

No?

Wanna train with the lads?

Okay?

Stand up straight then.

Are you cool?

Good.

- Rhys, why aren't you supervising your brothers?

- You're supervising me, aren't you, Rhys?

- They know the drill, dad.

Talked them through it enough times.

- Why does everything have to be a fucking battle with you?

Just do as I fucking say.

- Spit it out, will you?

Your other lad should have been here today.

You're too soft on Tom.

- Can you stand on the scales for me, Jack?

Nice season for you now, isn't it?

Be out and about, it's all right, isn't it?

- Is it much?

- A few kilos.

You can get dressed now.

Are you worried?

- Not particularly.

You've been in remission

for over three years now, haven't you?

General synopsis of 0600.

1005, by 0600 tomorrow.

Decreasing to six.

Rough, very rough, occasionally mild.

Becoming moderate.

- Dad.

- Get in.

- Why?

We're going into town.

- Ask your friends to put out

what they're smoking and I'll drive you.

- They wanna walk. - Ask them.

Come on, it's pissing down.

Get in.

- Dad, stop it.

Dad.

- You should have been there today.

Put your seat belt on.

Who are those kids? - Friends.

- Friends.

Where are they from?

I don't want you coming up this way again.

Was it a good catch?

Yeah, it wasn't bad.

- Tom make it there, did he?

You think I'm too soft on him?

- Dyfan tell you that?

- The other boys showed today, even little Ioan.

You think Ioan was there of his own choosing?

- Well, does it matter?

He showed.

- Don't forget, going out tonight.

Jack, don't act like you didn't know.

- I really like this.

- Thank you.

It's just an old thing, really.

- Is it?

- Yeah.

Oh, you look beautiful.

- Thank you.

Excuse me a minute.

- Jack.

Will you dance with me?

- Maggie.

- Come on.

- No, come on.

- Please.

- No. - Shh.

- Oh, Maggie, Maggie.

Are we really doing this?

- Get them started.

Come on.

- I forget how.

- See? - Yeah, I'm dancing.

- Yeah, well relax your shoulders.

- This makes me feel old.

- We are old.

That'll be us before you know it.

No.

- That old boy's got more vim than you.

Hey, what are you doing here?

Just give me what you owe me.

Then you can get back to your duty.

You can't just come in here.

It's a private party.

Right, so pay me my wages and I'm gone.

- Come on.

Get the fuck out of here.

- Not until you pay me what you fucking owe me.

Everything okay here, boys.

I don't know.

You tell me.

I'm close to being evicted

and you boys have been sitting on my wages

for nearly three weeks now.

- There are too many, we'll see.

And by the first thing on Monday,

I give you my word, all right?

- Go on.

Get the fuck out of here, you fucking scruff.

- What are you doing?

It's not your fight.

Fucking come on.

Hello, Lois

Thomas.

- Got back early.

- Are we?

How was your evening?

You get much studying done?

- I should go.

Jack will run you home.

- I'll walk her back.

- Straight back, Tom.

Road's early tomorrow.

- Oh, come on, man.

You said Sunday.

I made plans for tomorrow.

- High neap's Sunday.

- I think he's made plans, Jack.

- We're leaving at seven.

We'll pick breakfast up along the way.

Goodnight, Lois.

- Goodnight, Mr. Morgan.

- Go on.

Go see Lois home.

- All right, same rhythm as your brothers.

One, two, three.

Keep it going.

One, two, stump, one.

- Uncle Jack.

There's something you should see.

What is it?

- Hey.

What are you bloody doing?

Hey, hey!

Hey!

Fuck off, you fucking bastard.

Fucking idiot.

- Here we go. - Hey.

Hey, what are you saying, you old alchy?

- I said you're a bunch of fucking idiots.

Now fuck off. - Don't speak to me like that.

Who the fuck do you think you are?

- Finn, leave it, mate. - Piss off.

- Don't fucking push me. - Hey!

Hey, come here.

What the fuck are you talking about?

- I should put you across my knee

and spank your ass, you toe rag.

Come on, let's go, come on, let's go.

- Tom? - Don't fucking push me.

- Hey, get out of my face.

Piss off. Take your rats with you, go on.

- Come on, let's go. - Go on!

- Tom. - Fuck out of here.

Hey, what the fuck?

- Is he okay?

What the bloody hell are you doing?

- What the fuck are you doing? - It wasn't me.

- Who are those little shits?

Get off me.

- What the fuck do you think you're doing?

Get off me.

- Don't walk away from me.

- Dad, get off. - You're hurting me.

- This your lad, Morgan.

- Aye.

- He needs a bloody good hidin'.

- Tom?

- I'm sorry.

- Were it you kids who butchered that seal at Park's Head?

- What?

No.

No.

No.

- They were only fooling around, Bernie.

Lad meant no harm.

Let's get you to the pub. We'll get you warmed up.

- Get outta my sight.

Take your boy with you.

- Here.

Get him something warm.

Get yourself something too.

Come on.

- Need a hand there?

- Fucking dead weight, man.

Yeah, come on.

- Get your hands off of me.

- Come on, Bernie.

Get you- - You and your passive family.

- Get you in.

Here we go.

Come on, there we go.

Okay, get you up.

Where are you heading?

- Just towards town?

- Jump in.

You new around here?

Since September.

- You like it?

- Don't mind.

Just go where the work is, like.

You from fishing?

- Scallops.

Diver scallops.

- You're not afraid of the cold then.

- Fuck no.

The colder the better.

So they put their fat on, hold their salt.

- They'll be panting for them this time of year in London.

- Yes they will.

Daft fucking bastards.

My old man had a shed up in Aubourn.

Some of these chefs would drive 300 miles

just for a couple of sacks.

- In Aubourn.

And you took the weather with you, so.

And what's happened?

Did the dredges put him out of business?

- Nah, his liver did, eh.

- You get into a spot of bother?

- I saw you there.

You saw me too.

- Richmonds have a habit of upsetting people.

Did you get your wages?

- Yeah.

Got my money.

- Come on, Bernie.

We're at home.

Okay, get your feet out.

- All right?

Hey, we got you.

Okay.

Okay, there you go.

It's freezing in here.

So, have you always worked in the beds?

- Yeah.

Three generations of us.

- You never lived anywhere else, no?

- No.

Same stars wherever you go.

- So you've never been to London.

- Been to London.

I liked it there.

- What about the place up by the tin mines?

You been there?

I heard that's good for rabbits.

- I wouldn't know.

Ah.

See you.

- Hold up.

Can I get a lift?

- One of us should stay till the wood burns down.

You're not that far.

- How do you know where I live?

- Where have you been?

I was calling you.

- Checking in on Bernie.

- Bernard?

Why?

- What's he doing here?

- I dunno.

Been here an hour.

Got the keys?

She's in the oven.

It shouldn't be too long.

- What is it?

- Read it.

- It doesn't make sense.

Hard Winds have bought from us since forever.

Who have they gone to?

- Who do you think?

Richmond Brothers, man.

They've been fishing us out

right under our noses.

- I don't see how we make up this loss.

- I do.

- Boat?

Oh, so we're ripping up the seabed now?

- No, no, no, no. We're not dragging.

I'm talking about the funding for the offshore,

like I showed you fucking months ago.

You know?

But you weren't interested.

They would've been up and running by now.

- And that's how you want to live out your days.

Hmm?

On a floating raft in the middle of the fucking sea.

Our customers like the fact that we're not huge.

They like the fact that we're out there on the straits.

From sea to bed to mussel house, like we always were.

We'll have to scale back.

- Huh.

We barely made ground rent last year.

How?

- There's four from your household on the payroll.

I'm 50% of the company. I'm paying 80% of the wages.

And who do you think kept things alive

when you weren't here?

If it wasn't for my boys,

you'd have no fucking business to come back to.

Hmm?

My lads, they worked every weekend,

every day of their school holidays for nothing.

Nothing.

It was our apprenticeship.

If you're gonna start slinging mud,

I suggest you start looking a bit closer to home, all right?

- This one of Dyfan's boys'?

It was in the truck.

- I'll take it in the morning.

- What did he want?

- He's making a move.

I can't put my finger on it.

What do you mean?

- I don't know,

but without Tom, I'm outnumbered here.

- The business blows you and Dyfan.

It's nothing to do with the boys.

Not until you hand it down.

- Tom used to plead with me to come out to the beds.

He'll come around.

- But what if he doesn't?

- You look tired.

You should go to bed.

- You know, If he's not prepared to muck in with his cousins

on the weekends, he can get himself a Saturday job

like everyone else.

- I'll talk to him.

- Not doing him any favors.

- You can speak to him about Lois.

- Lois?

Why?

- They were locked away in here when I got in earlier.

- In our bed?

- They weren't being discreet about it either.

They're too young.

We held out till we were married, didn't we?

I don't want him doing anything he might regret.

That's all.

- Bernie!

Bernie?

Oh shit.

Bernie, what happened?

Come on.

Fuck, you're on fire.

Let's get you up.

Come on.

- What the fuck is this?

Seindorf Beaumaris.

You're fan of the coronet, are you, Thomas?

- Put it back, it's my dad's.

- Come on. - It's my dad's.

Stop pissing about.

- Hey. - Baby.

- You.

What's your name?

Yeah, you.

What's your name?

- Finn.

- Finn, get out.

Did you not hear me?

Get the fuck outta my house.

- Fuck sake, Tom.

All right.

- What's going on?

Jack, what is it?

- They took off his leg.

What the fuck are you doing?

- Why are you here?

- Bernie, you must have heard.

- Of course I heard.

- Well get ready then.

We're going out for him.

- I already took work.

- You didn't waste much time, did you?

- Look, he's not going back out to sea.

- I'll pay whatever he pays you.

It's just a few catches to see him through winter.

Come on, Daniel.

- I told you, I took work.

It's all right.

Go back inside.

Here.

You ever been on a boat before?

- Have you ever lasted more than two weeks on one?

- It's fresh, eh?

- I like it.

- Alright, well let's see how you get on.

Good.

Good.

So this hooks onto here and then that hoists, up we go.

There we go.

There you go. Simple.

Off we go.

To the ring.

- What are you doing?

Not the face.

Yeah.

What the fuck are you playing at?

- So you've been together long,

you and your woman?

- Since we were 16.

- High school sweethearts, eh?

Saw you dancing.

Nice.

- What about you?

I wasn't ever pretty enough

to be someone's sweetheart.

- Who was that before?

- He was just passing through.

Fancy a drink later?

- Not like this. - Why?

- Ah, look at us.

We're rancid.

- I've got a couple cans back at mine.

Clean up there if you want.

- Ah, maybe some other time.

- What's wrong with now?

- I don't think so.

I should, I should get going.

- You got my money?

Will you be going out again?

- Dunno.

- Well, I could do with the work.

- Of course.

Right.

- The New Testament reading is taken from 1 Corinthians,

chapter 10.

"And did all eat the same spiritual meat

and did all drink the same spiritual drink,

for the drank of that spiritual rock that followed them.

And that rock was Christ.

But with many of them, God was not well pleased

for they were overthrown in the wilderness.

Now these things were our examples

to the intent we should not lust after evil things

as they also lusted."

- Hello, William.

- How are you?

- How's your mom? - She's good.

Thank you.

She loves the dress you made her.

Thank you.

- Give her my best, will you?

- I will indeed.

- What did he want?

- He was being courteous.

- Didn't know he had in him.

How is Bernie?

No, he's not taking no visitors.

- Well the sister, he's very unlucky what happened to him.

- What I don't get is how someone has lived their whole life

of the superstition to the sea

takes a woman on board in the first place.

- I didn't know Bernie had a woman.

- I don't think Bernie knew either, Maggie.

- Hey, come on.

Let's go, quick.

- Should see you good for a few weeks.

Your heating's fixed.

Make sure to leave it on for awhile.

Okay?

The nurses are saying you won't let them wash you.

If they can't keep you clean, they'll put you in a home.

You won't like that, Bernie.

Will you let me?

I'll see you in a few days.

Okay?

- Pint of lagger please.

- All right?

- Didn't expect to see you again.

Thought the wanderlust might have got to you.

- I was thinking about it.

So you take the boat out?

- Yeah.

I could have done with the work.

- Yeah.

Well it was a good thing you did.

Down to him now.

- What are you having?

- Jack?

Jack?

Here.

- I'm all right, thanks.

- You been up to much?

- Few bits.

Might have me a couple of weeks raking over in Conway.

- So arrivals now.

- Jack, what's wrong?

Do you not wanna sit with the men?

- See you then.

- Hey.

- Listen, sorry about my brother.

You can...

Oh, fuck.

- You want a beer?

Your brother's a fucking prick.

I see him looking at me like that again...

Sorry

about your lip.

- It's all right.

What is that

Shark bite?

Do you wanna go out for a bit?

- I live here.

This is my town.

- Just for a drink, chill.

Hi.

Your tea's in the oven.

- Tom, I can do with the hand over at Bernie's.

- He's helping me clean up here.

Maybe next time, Jack.

- Do you think that's a good idea,

what you're doing back there?

- Dunno.

Weren't you asking yourself?

I'm gonna give him a wash.

He stinks to fuck.

It's good, eh?

- Yeah.

- It is.

- Well, can you talk to him?

I don't want him carrying that kind of weight around.

He blames himself what's happened with Bernie.

Maybe he needs to speak to someone.

- He doesn't need to speak to anyone.

Jack, you didn't see him.

You are punishing him again, aren't you?

- No, I'm not punishing him, Maggie.

There's a man out there that's lost everything.

I can't make that go away.

I'll take him out tomorrow.

Okay?

We can go for breakfast up at that place he likes.

He starts work tomorrow.

- Starts work?

How do you mean?

- He took a Saturday job.

Where?

- The new place over by Clark.

It was your idea, Jack.

You said if he didn't want to help out-

- I know what I said, Maggie.

Did you help him?

Did you help him find the job?

How have you been?

- Good, you?

- Good. - Okay.

Did it hurt you?

- No.

You should watch how you go with that.

Creeps up on you.

- Old age?

- No, not that.

- Is that where the shark bite is?

- What's with the birds, your etchings?

- Ah, I like them.

Pick them up here and there, you know?

- You like it outside, don't you?

- Eh, it's not a bad life.

Don't have to answer to anyone.

Can get lonely sometimes.

Ah.

Let me know if there's any tenderness.

Is there anything else besides the passing of blood?

- I sometimes catch my breath a little.

For how long?

- A few weeks.

Any cough?

- No.

Sometimes hurts to breathe deep.

- Can you show me where.

- Could we keep this between ourselves please?

I don't want to worry Maggie unnecessarily.

- When I was about six or seven,

I asked my teacher how much longer

I had left to go at school.

I thought she was gonna say like

a couple years or something.

She said 10 years, 12, you stay on.

I couldn't take that.

I was like, just got down on the floor,

bawled my eyes out, wouldn't get up.

She tried to drag me back to my desk, so I bit her.

She phoned my dad to come

and pick me up right away,

and all the way home,

I was just breaking it,

just thinking he's gonna fucking lay it on me when I get in.

I'm getting it.

We got home.

He lit a fire

and he said, "So you're not for school, Danny."

And that was it.

Never went back.

- What about your mom?

- I didn't know her.

She, she found a guy to take care of her.

Good luck to her.

What about you?

- I liked school.

I liked learning.

If it wasn't for the farm, I dunno,

might have gone somewhere, done something else.

- Fancy a game of pool.

- Pool?

- Aye, at the pub

- Don't be fucking daft.

- Alright, well there's a place up by Hollyhead.

No one will know you there, have a drink.

- You want me to drive all the way to Hollyhead for a drink?

I'll run you home.

Let's pick something up along the way.

- Will you stay?

- Maggie's friends own that place?

- What is this?

- Where are you going?

I'm not going back to the caravan,

that fucking shithole.

- We had a good time out there.

What's the matter with you?

- What's the matter with me?

It's not the matter with me, mate.

Why can't you just have a game of pool, mate?

What's the fucking problem?

Don't be a prick.

- This is really good, Maggie.

- Thank you.

- I don't think I've ever tasted lamb this tender.

It's not witchcraft, Dyfan.

It's just the soil and salt brush.

- I hear Tom started working at that new cafe.

- He seems to be enjoying it, yes.

It's a bit of pocket money for him.

- Can't have been easy after what happened with Bernard?

- It wasn't his fault, Iris?

- No one's saying that.

No, I wasn't.

Of course it wasn't his fault.

It's okay.

- You were on his boat today, weren't you?

- Yes, I was.

- You weren't dredging.

- No.

- What were you doing?

- I was checking the boat over.

Taking it further out.

He's putting her up for sale.

- It's very good of his deckhand,

making himself available like that.

But he can't have known him long.

- Well, you're either made of the right stuff

or you're not, Dyfan.

Isn't that what dad used to say

to you?

- Have you done this?

Will you answer me, Jack?

- No.

No.

But,

but I always wanted to.

- I want you out.

You hear?

I want you out.

- I'm so sorry, Maggie.

- Hold on.

We're gonna buy you out.

I'm not selling.

- It's a majority decision.

- What majority?

It's me and you. That's it.

It's for the best.

- You can't fucking do that.

- You gotta do the honorable thing.

You gotta go

or you're gonna drag us all down with you.

- Get out of my way.

There's work to be done.

Tom.

I don't want to see you.

- Come on.

Don't cut me out of your life like this.

- Everybody's talking about you,

what you were doing out on that boat,

and his shitty caravan.

- Hey, come on, it's alright.

- No, just get your hands off me.

- Okay, well just come and sit in the truck with me.

- No, I don't want to. - We don't need to talk.

Just come and sit in the truck.

- Just get off me.

- Okay, okay, okay.

You are a coward, dad.

- Usual, please - Take your seat.

- Where are you you headed?

- Mold.

- Will you be coming back?

- No, I don't think so, eh?

Look, everyone has a choice.

Either live a lie

or you don't.

- My marriage isn't a lie.

- Yeah, what we had out there,

that wasn't a lie either.

I'll have some chips, please.

- Would you like any sauce? - Ah, no thanks.

- Would you like any chip salt with it?

- No, thank you.

- Give it 10 minutes, it'll be ready, sir.

- Okay. - Thank you.

- Mr. Morgan.

How are you?

I've just been with Tom, not long left him.

- How is he?

- He's okay.

You know what he's like.

He'll come around soon enough.

Anyway, I should, yeah, I should get going.

Mom will be waiting for me.

Goodnight, Mr. Morgan.

- Goodnight, Lois.

Yes?

It's me, Jack, Doctor Hughes.

- Door's open.

- They've been trying to get hold of you.

- Jack!

I want you to come home.

- Maggie, I can't.

Three to five.

Increasing six to seven later, perhaps scale eight later.

Slight or moderate, occasionally roughly,

with a southwestern flight and also later elsewhere.

Showers, rain later.

Perhaps thundering.

Good, occasionally poor.

White, Portland, Plymouth, southwest,

three to five becoming cyclone.

Mainly southwest.

Five to seven.

Perhaps scale eight later.

Light or moderate, becoming moderate or rough.

Dyfan has made an offer on the farm.

- It's a good price, Maggie.

I should sell.

Is it soon?

Do you want to talk about it?

- No.

But will you tell me when it's time?

I'm going to Lois'.

I saw him up at Hollyhead.

He's working on one of the trawlers there.

- Do you remember that cottage we rented

before we were married up, in the forest?

- I was thinking about it the other day.

We swam in the lake.

It was almost November.

- And you remember the man who lost his dog

in the storm by the lake?

I saw the way he looked at you,

the way you looked at him.

You went back for him.

I know.

- I wanted to tell you, Maggie,

but I couldn't.

I just, I think how different things would've been

if I had.

I'm so glad that I didn't, Maggie.

- Dyfan.

All right?

- All right, Tom.

Everything okay?

- All right.

- What are you doing?

What are you doing?

You wouldn't last 10 minutes here, boy.

No way.

- Where do you want me?

- Tom, over here.

- There's someone here to see you.

- Hello, sea dog.

- Look at you.

You cut this in.

- Aye.

I like this washed out junky look that you've got, man.

Suits you.

- And I can smell the sea on you.

- We should take it out again, eh?

- That would be nice.