All language subtitles for S03E07 - Parking

♪ I've looked under chairs ♪

♪ I've looked under tables ♪

♪ I've tried to find the key ♪

♪ To fifty million fables
They call me the seeker... ♪

As the summer heat
descended on Diddly Squat...

♪ I've been searching low and high ♪

Charlie retired
to his office to get quotes

for building our new farm-shop car park.

♪ I won't get to get what I'm after ♪

♪ Till the day I die ♪

This was now extremely urgent

as the summer visitors had arrived
and were whiling away the hours up there,

tucking into burgers
made with our beef...

Thanks a lot.

And drinking not
only my Hawkstone lager...

Cheers.

But also Kaleb's
new Hawkstone Cider.

- There you go. Enjoy.
- Thank you very much, sir.

And me?

Yes!

Oh, look at these! These are spectacular!

Well, I was now
the mushroom king of Chipping Norton,

delivering them every day to a range
of farm shops and pubs in the area.

Busy, busy, busy.

Mushrooms are
what I provided for the crew's lunch.

Every day.

For a month.

And they're all I could ever talk about.

You take the bags out
from where they're growing now,

when they've stopped flushing.
I think they do three flushes.

- Okay.
- Then you take them outside

- and they continue to just grow outside.
- Okay.

But you put new bags in.

Okay.

A pause in proceedings
was coming, though,

because as I'd just explained
so rivetingly to Annie,

the bags I'd originally bought
were exhausted

and needed to be cleared out,

so I could replace them
with some new ones.

Let's put them down this end
while we still have strength

because by the end of it,
we don't wanna go walk all down there.

- Yes. I see.
- So let's put them over yonder.

- Hi, Charlie.
- Hi.

- How are you?
- I'm very well. Er...

- You don't sound it.
- Well, it's not great news,

- I'm afraid.
- There's a surprise.

Hum...

So...

I had three quotes back for the car park.

Yeah?

The first one is sort of, you know, 67,

- plus...
- What?

No... Plus some provisional sums,
you know,

for this and for that,
because they're not quite sure.

The next one is 80, plus a bit.

- And then...
- £80,000?

And then the one that actually
I think is most sort of complete

because it includes
the new highway entrance...

- Yeah?
- £94,127.

For a car park?

For car park and a new entrance.

- We're providing all the stone?
- We've got the stone.

- But we're providing. There's no...
- There's no cost.

And stone is the horrendous,
you know, you know...

But we have the stone!

We've got it!
We've got £50,000 worth of stone in the...

- Is that...?
- That's what it would be.

- £97,000?
- £94,000.

- Ninety?
- Even I was astounded.

Ninety! Oh come on.

I mean, I thought worst-case scenario,

a car park, when we provide the stone,

- £20,000?
- Yeah.

Why don't we do it?

No, I mean, seriously, how hard can it be
to build, I know I've said that before,

but really, to build a car park?

- Move soil.
- Yeah, you scrape the soil off,

put some of that plastic sheeting down to
stop the weeds coming through and so on.

- Yeah.
- Is this gonna take long?

Yeah, this is serious. Honestly.

- Our stone.
- Yeah. Move the stone.

- And then we get a bit of gravel.
- Yeah.

So we need to hire a bulldozer, a roller.

- Kaleb.
- Kaleb.

Do you want a cup of tea?

No, honestly, this is really serious.
Sorry. I'll be with you in a minute.

I mean...

We're gonna have to do it ourselves.
I've got to get on and do this.

Well, you know
I'm apprehensive about, you know, but...

You're always apprehensive, Charlie.

But this time, this time,
actually, I think...

We can do it ourselves.

After Lisa
had helped me load the bags...

Fuck's sake.

We took them
to our new compost bed,

because if we put them on that,

there was a chance mushrooms
would continue to grow out of them.

Shall I take them out
and you can carry them over?

- Does that work?
- No, we'll just do them individually.

Okey-dokey

Really?

God!

I think I'm gonna take
a few out at a time.

'Cause otherwise
we're gonna be here all night.

All day, all night.

Do we have to dig them in a bit
or just plonk them?

An email.

That doesn't work with a glove on.
Hang on.

I'll take it off.

This is from the mushroom testing people.

Oh! Yes?

God.

"Before dehydrated mushrooms can
be sold", your lion's mane, basically,

"a bacterial
and water activity test must be done

"through the UKAS UK Accredited Science

"to determine the water and bacteria..."

Knowing Lisa's attitude
to paperwork,

I left her to carry on
unloading the mushrooms

and set about
filling in the necessary forms myself.

"Proposed target shelf life
including date of production?"

One month.

"What's the CCP of this product?"

CCP.

"What is the CCP?"
It says it's the Chinese Communist Party.

What?

"What is the controlling factor
for Clostridium botulinum?"

I don't fucking know!

Having filled out the forms
to the best of my abilities

and bagged up a sample...

There you go.

I sent everything
off to the mushroom police.

Brilliant!

Then, after Lisa and I
had disinfected the mushroom bunker

and restocked it with new bags...

And are we gonna
keep going with this?

Bloody right we are!

We waited for a day
when the shop was closed anyway,

assembled the Diddly Squat Avengers...

and set about building
our cut-price car park.

Right. Gather round, everyone.

We've mowed it already. Have you seen?

Yes, I've seen.

Is there a measurement
for how much space a car...

Yeah, there is.
We need about 2.4 by 4.8.

- 4.8 m?
- Longways.

So you've got 74 parks, haven't you?

The disabled ones are a different size.

They're 6 m by 3 m.

And if any more disabled come,
they can come out here.

- This is tarmac.
- OK, yeah.

- It's nice for their wheelchairs.
- We've got another entrance.

You've got another entrance
and you've got a push-bike rack.

Cycle parking?

Well. Motorcycle, ain't it?

Why don't we just put a sign up
saying "No Cyclists"?

- I'm with that. Good idea.
- I'm with that.

Quick question, though.
How long is this gonna take?

'Cause, I mean, we're in July now.
Just in terms of my timescale.

- How long is it gonna take?
- A month.

It won't take a month!

20 days. A build is 20 days, ain't it?

Five days a week. We're not coming
Saturday 'cause it's open.

I've gotta go to church on a Sunday!

We're gonna have this done
in two days.

No, we're not.

- We are!
- No! Now stop it!

- I can't see what's the...
- No! Stop it!

Chief, calm down.

What's up with him? Two days!

To meet my two-day deadline,

we needed, first of all,
to remove all the topsoil.

So, Kaleb got to work with his digger.

Go back a bit. Go on.

I put myself in charge
of soil removal with the dumper.

Right, now stop.
Let go of the right and use your left.

And Lisa got a crash course
on how to operate the 14-tonner.

Up. That's backwards to you.
Now down.

Actually, that's spot-on.

Yep. Thanks, Alan.

Certainly she preferred
Alan as an instructor to me.

You might want to move your digger.

Lisa?

- Lisa?
- Yeah?

If you move your whole digger
3 ft forwards it'll help.

- Lisa?
- Yes!

No, you haven't really got
a load there.

Are you just gonna stand there
and criticise the entire afternoon?

You and your hi-vis,
would you "feck" off?

Come the morning
of the second and final day,

we had removed nearly most of the topsoil

and had begun to lay
the plastic sheeting.

So I felt confident
we'd get everything done

by the time the shop opened again
the following morning.

♪ I'm a digger driver ♪

Alan?

- When do you start needing the stone?
- Now.

- Now?
- ASAP.

'Cause if it turns wet...

Putting Lisa on the dump truck,

Kaleb and I hurried over
to the Diddly Squat quarry.

So just to remind everybody,
the stone that Kaleb's loading up now

is what we dug to build the farm track

that the council
then said we couldn't have.

The upside of that is we got
a lot of stone left over

which we can use to make the car park,
which they also said we couldn't have.

Some time today would be good, Kaleb.

Am I nearly full?

Yeah, you impatient fuck.

Hey, Kaleb? I've had an idea.

What's that?

We need someone
to drive your tractor.

It would be easier.

I'll stay on the digger then
and just load.

Well, guess who's just pulled up?

Okay, Lisa and Alan, incoming.

Incoming, yeah, mate.
Keep going. Keep coming.

OK. Beautiful.

Go in top gear
and go get me another one quickly.

Nice surprise
on who's driving the next tractor.

Gerald!

This is the full Diddly Squat army
out today. I like it.

Gerald,
that was the best bit of reversing

I've ever seen on this farm, mate.

Yeah.

Hello. Copy.

Yeah, I got you, Gerald.
What's up?

No, they were just asking me how long
is it gonna take to move all this rubble.

All week the way
it's going, but it'll be all right.

Once we get rolling, it'll be all right.
You'll be surprised.

It turns out
that Alan speaks fluent Gerald.

The two of them
can have proper conversations.

And they are bloody good mates.

And Alan, while Gerald was ill,
was really, really a good mate.

They've known each other
for donkey's years, those two.

Up at the car park,

Lisa was now using a machine
which she liked very much.

Oh yes.

Yes, fabulous. Ooh.

Slow down!

Slow down? Sorry.
OK... I don't wanna slow down.

However, as much as Lisa
was enjoying life on her cab seat,

I must say, I wasn't on mine.

And it wasn't just me either.

Oh, bloody hell!

I'm not sure how much longer
Gerald will be able to do this.

It's quite bouncy and tiring.

Are you all right? 'Cause that bouncing...

No, I can't do
no more today like that.

- It's last bit, innit?
- Yeah.

We will manage.
I don't know how, but we will manage.

With Gerald gone,
we gave it our best shot.

But we were now down to one trailer,
which, if I'm honest,

was a bit too small.

So, soon I realised
we were going to miss my deadline.

Kaleb, realistically, we're not gonna
get this done today, are we?

No, you won't get all of it done, no.

Fuck.

Well, we can't transport this stone
when the shop is open,

'cause we'd run over,
I don't know, six children a day.

And that would go on the news,
I know it would.

As night began to fall,

our drone revealed
that we'd been valiant,

but that Alan may have had a point.

We're gonna be here
next week now, aren't we?

Ha!

As the shop wouldn't be
closed again for another five days,

I used the time
to take care of some pressing matters.

Job one: the pigs.

The sows were due
to give birth in a couple of weeks.

And,
worried that the previous piglet deaths

had been caused by them being squashed...

Did you get laid on?

Wow!
She's just sat on another one.

I called a meeting with
the chaps who'd designed the pigloos.

So we lost 14 pigs

out of 34.

OK. So a high mortality.

And I had a thought

that the piglets tend to lie like this
along the side of it.

But when Unit,

who is called Unit for a reason...

lies down, she's that shape.
That's her back.

- Yes.
- See what I mean?

And they were being squidged.

You need to move her away
from the wall of the hut,

- move her away...
- Exactly. So I had a thought.

What if there was a bit like that

so that the piglets could lie in here
and the mum could lie there?

- If she squidges against the side...
- Yeah.

They won't be squidged.

Yeah. OK.

Do you think that would be possible?

So what you'd have is you'd have,
if this is a side profile of your hut,

you'd have a ring that sat like this.

And then your leg that
would come down like that.

Like a rail.

- Or something.
- A halo, effectively.

And it's retrofittable
to what you've already got.

That would be fantastic.

With the pig men despatched,

I then turned my mind to the next
farming the unfarmed scheme:

Bambi.

In recent years,
Diddly Squat had been overrun with deer.

And, as they cause
enormous damage to young trees,

we, along with other landowners
and farmers,

had been asked by the government
to reduce their numbers.

I therefore contacted Hugh,
a local hunter,

who also happens to be chairman
of the Deer Society.

It falls on us to manage
the deer numbers in this country.

And part of our role is training people
to manage deer properly

- to the highest standards of welfare.
- And the fact is,

the deer population
is now getting too big.

Yeah, which it is.

Which it is. And the people
are planting trees like these...

- Yeah.
- And then the deer eat them.

Well, I think
that the story that needs to be told

is that if you are going to shoot a deer,

it's for all the right reasons

coupled with the fact
that you're only gonna do it

if you are completely confident

that you can do it
in as humane a manner as possible.

Up at the farm, Hugh showed me
how to assemble a hunting rifle.

This is gonna be the most
manly thing ever shown on television.

With the flat-pack gun
assembled,

we set off for some target practice.

So how far away is the target?

Um, that's probably gonna be
about a hundred yards?

- No, it's more.
- 90 yards?

No, it's more than that.
Say it's more than that for the cameras.

- Sorry.
- 300 yards, I'd say that target?

At least.
And a very strong crosswind.

Yeah.
300 yards with a strong crosswind.

You're gonna do well to hit that.

I can barely hold
my finger up in this gale.

As we prepared for my practice,

Hugh explained some more
about the need for good deer management.

Where there are overpopulations of deer,

we have seen body weights of deer

way below the average
of what they should be.

And when they are managed properly,
the body weights come up.

- They're thin?
- The weight is below what it should be.

I mean, you know,
it does create a welfare issue

when you have too dense a population, yeah.

And it's a weird world
in which we now live,

because there's an overpopulation
of deer.

Yeah.

The only realistic way you can reduce
deer numbers is with a rifle.

And if you're going to kill a deer,
you may as well eat it.

- I mean, it's daft not to eat it.
- Definitely, yeah.

Or give it to schools and hospitals as
you've been suggesting for a long time.

And yet,

if I were to kill a deer on television,
they'd all go berserk,

even though it's good reason,
good reason, good reason.

- There's no reason to not do it.
- Yeah.

The challenge is educating people

as to why all this needs to happen.

Well, it's good for the deer.
It's good for the trees.

- Yeah.
- And it's free food.

Definitely, yeah.

I mean,
I think if there was a more effective way

to manage our deer population,

we'd be doing it.

We then got down to business.

Right. And in.

With me aiming
for the red squares on the paper targets.

Right. Good to go.

Have a look.

I'm assuming you were going for the one
on the left and not in the middle.

That's a bullseye!

So...

to prove it wasn't a fluke,
you need to do it again.

And as it happened, I did.

An even better shot.

- Where is it?
- You've got even closer to the bullseye.

What am I shooting now?
The roe's heart?

Yeah. The orange disc,

that is where you would be aiming

when we go out tomorrow.

Jesus!

Do you wanna shoot a muntjac now?

It pains me to say it,
but that's five out of five!

- I've found something I'm good at!
- That was very good!

The next morning, at dawn,

Robert De Niro and I
set off in search of deer.

What's quite a problem is wind.

There isn't any.

There you go.

You're kidding.
You bought that from a shop, didn't you?

The man said it tells you
where the wind is coming from.

So what we'll do,
just quietly look round this corner,

come out onto the edge again to go,
just creep down...

While we were scanning
the perimeter,

an opportunity suddenly presented itself.

There is a buck.

Now.

If you're going to shoot...

No, he's looking straight at me.

There. You can shoot him now.

Yep.

Okay, that's a really easy shot.

Shoot.

Okay, here we go.

Okay. He's good now.

Whenever you're ready.

Yeah, I've got him.

Shoot.

He's gone in the long grass.

That's him catching us.
He's busted us.

Mr De Niro
and the world's most hesitant shooter

continued onwards

until we reached
a suitable vantage point.

If we're up there: out of sight,
out of their sense of smell.

Oh really?

Then,
after a surprisingly short wait...

I've got him.

Shoot.

He's a perfect one to take.

Okay.

- Anyone for a hotdog?
- Sure.

I want you to try them and
I want you to tell me what you think.

- Is this not a vegan sausage then?
- No, it's not vegan.

You like that? The meat's good?

What you're eating is Bambi.

- Venison.
- Venison?

Venison. Unbelievably good meat.

- It's very good.
- Yeah.

- You're American, are you?
- I am.

You gonna have another?

Number two!

Oh yeah!

So, we'd saved some trees

and as a result,
provided a healthy and inexpensive lunch

for the crowds,

which made me happy.

But not as happy as I was the next day,

when the shop closed again

and we could resume work on the car park.

You've gotta put the small bucket
on there for the trenching, all right?

Lisa made a beeline
for the roller.

Oh yeah, I'm good. I'm excellent.

And Alan gave me the job
of digging a drainage ditch.

Right, I've got to get my tracks

to straddle this little ditch here,

so that I can dig a trench down it.

Now I've gotta turn sideways. How do...

That one's jammed.
Why is that one... Oh no, that's...

After a lot of faff...

Oh. I made... I need more revs.

I finally got myself
into a ditch-digging position.

Yes!

Oh, leave me alone!
Leave me alone!

Hello?

Yeah?

It's what?

Why?

Oh, shit.

Yo, dude.

Yo. Er, right.
Do you want the bad news or the bad news?

Er... the bad news?

The cider's exploding.

What?

Immediately,
Kaleb and I headed off to see if Rick,

our lager brewer,

knew what had gone wrong.

So...

Do you have any idea?

Well, first of all,
how many cases are affected?

- Um...
- How many bottles are we talking about?

Thousands.

Thousands of bottles.

Sh...

Yeah, it's serious.
It's properly serious.

'Cause someone's been injured,
I gather?

Yeah. Derbyshire, isn't it?

Somewhere in Derbyshire,
someone's got a cut finger.

It could be that the caps
aren't on sufficiently well.

It could be
that there's some microorganism in there

that's eating the sugar.

So there might be

fermentation still happening
in the bottles

- even though they've gone on sale?
- Yeah.

That's highly likely. That's probably
the most likely cause of this.

- Have you got one here?
- I can find one in a moment.

Turn it on.

We then experimented
by opening a bottle

so we could work out
what warning to give to our customers.

Pop it in the bucket, Kaleb.
Get it in the bucket.

- You really do have to be this careful?
- I would. Yeah!

That's fuck all.

- So that's now safe when the top...
- That's safe, yeah.

At the bottom of the bottle,
there's a white sediment.

You can see this
actually on camera I think.

So that sediment, Rick,
is that an indication

- that this bottle was affected?
- Yes.

- Yes?
- Yes.

And the degree
to which it has become explosive

depends upon
how much sugar has been eaten

by whatever microorganisms
are sitting there at the bottom.

That sediment at the bottom
is eating the sugar?

Yeah.
So that's devouring the sweetness.

So it's turning it into a dry cider.
A drier cider than it should be.

And also turning it into, as you say,
a Mills hand grenade.

Yeah.

The next job was to get
a warning message out to the public

as quickly as possible.

And since there was no time
to call in a professional PR firm,

I did the wording myself.

Well, what I've written is:

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck.

"There's been a massive cock-up, and
as a result there's a very slim chance

"some of our Hawkstone cider bottles",

I put "cider" in capital letters,

"might, there's no easy way
of saying this, explode.

"If the cap has the code L3160,
open it underwater,

"pour it away, and get in touch."

Um...

- "Really sorry about this."
- That's gonna get the attention.

Well, I tweeted that.

I mean, that is putting your hands up
in the headmaster's office.

- "Sir, I've been smoking."
- Before you've been caught.

Cidergate
had taken up valuable time,

so I rushed back
to resume my ditch-digging duties.

Come on. Come on.
Come on. Come on. Come on.

Oh for Heaven's sake!

Okay.

Yeah. Couldn't have happened
on a worse day, if I'm honest.

But all right.
I'll see you in half an hour. Bye.

- Where are we going now?
- Pigs.

My pig rings have arrived.

But we've got
the farm-shop car park!

- I know.
- It's just gonna be...

I know, Kaleb.
But the pig rings have just turned up

so they've got to be fitted

'cause the pigs are giving birth
in about 20 minutes.

- You know he's patented my idea?
- Pardon?

He's patented this idea.

And he's called it the Clarkson Ring.

The rings!

- The rings have arrived, yeah.
- They've arrived!

Well, they're more sturdy
than I thought!

Hello, pig. Look, it's Unit! Hello, Unit!
How are you, my darling?

- So, mother pig is within the...
- She's in there.

And then baby pig...

Has got a generous
piglet-sized safety zone behind.

- Are you impressed with this?
- They look good actually, yeah!

We need to get these in 'cause
we've still got a car park to build.

We're in, we're in.

- Hang on.
- Just gotta do a little lift now.

Lovely.

Job done.

I really hope these work.

- Good. Thank you.
- Thank you very much.

Good luck with round two.
You're welcome.

Yeah, I know.
I'm looking forward to it this time.

It was heartbreaking last time.

Once we'd installed
the pig rings,

I checked social media, and sure enough,

some of our cider customers

were sharing their thoughts.

F... ing Kaleb.

Thanks a f... ing lot! Jesus!

My PR message
had even made it onto the evening news.

Now, Jeremy Clarkson's Oxfordshire farm

has recalled
some of its bottles of cider,

warning they could explode.

He advises anyone who has bought some
to open them underwater and...

Running alongside
the other important stories of the day.

Giant puppets have been
parading through Gosport High Street.

Farrah, the five-metre-high fox,
travelled through the town...

After all these distractions,
it was inevitable

that at the end of play,
the car park still wasn't finished.

Keep going.

It's still thick.
It only needs to be very, very thin.

So I decided
that we'd carry on the next day,

even though the shop
would be open for business.

There you go.

The following morning,
Lisa and I headed over there,

discussing on the way
how much she was enjoying

building the car park.

Well, you are Irish.
And I'm not being...

I'm not typecasting,
but it'll be in the blood to make...

If you call me Liam,
I will be on machinery.

I want to identify
as an Irish builder called Liam.

That would make me happy.

- Oh shit.
- What?

Well, ahem,
everyone's parked in it.

Oh, fuck.

Did you not tell the kids
not to let people park in it?

No. It didn't occur to me.

Shit.

Very difficult to make a car park
when it's being used as a car park.

Morning.

I know. I know!

- Yeah, look, how are we gonna do this?
- I don't... Well, good que...

- All I can say is...
- I mean, he's just driven in now, look.

- Unbelievable. Look. Look!
- What were they thinking of in the shop?

So if anyone's parked in this car park,
I need to start spreading gravel,

so if you wouldn't mind moving it
to the overflow car park?

You've got five minutes,

otherwise I'm gonna start
and your car will be collateral damage.

Anyone?

Anyone else parked over here?

Seriously?

Where have all those
fucking cars come from then?

What's this?

I don't know.
Somebody's pulled in on that.

- Is that nothing to do with us?
- No, it ain't nothing to do with us.

Naturally,
I wanted them to move on,

but Alan quickly became intrigued.

- What do you do?
- Aerating. So we go down a metre.

We blast it with 300 PSI of air.

We then inject seaweed, which keeps it
from floating under the ground.

We do Buckingham Palace.
We've got the Royal Garden contracts.

I'd understood the words
"Buckingham" and "Palace",

but as for the rest,
I was completely lost.

We have got a six-foot clay bed.
So what do you do then?

Clay's not a problem.
We work everywhere in the country.

How do you do that then?

You will see the fissures...

Alan said, though, I should ask
the man to come back later in the day.

Can I leave you just a card?
Would that be OK?

Yeah.

So without knowing why, I did.

Well, that's good.
I've got your card. Thanks for that.

If you wouldn't mind moving?
'Cause we have to work on the car park.

Hi, morning. Sorry,
we've gotta do some work in the car park.

Anyone else parked here?
No, you're down there.

As we couldn't start work
until Lisa had cleared out the car park,

I went off to see
how the new mushroom bags were doing.

Oh!

Why are you doing this to me?

Once again,
I shall enter my little fungal money pit.

Oh.

That's a worry.

That looks like mould.
That is mould, look.

And there's mould.

Mould. Mould.

That's got mould, look.

That's mouldy.

Oh no.

Even though we disinfected this whole
area before bringing the new bags in,

it was obviously left over
somehow from the previous crop.

Shit.

And this is the fan that's keeping
the air moving to try and stop the mould.

Oh!

Oh, my giddy aunt.

Look in there.

God!

I'm gonna be sick.

Oh, that smell.

Once I'd removed
the contaminated produce,

I totted up the damage.

I've got 68 bags here

which are very obviously ruined,
full of mould.

And 68 bags times 17

is a loss of £1,156.

Plus, each bag would have produced,

on average,
let's say two kilogrammes of mushrooms,

which I would sell for...

£16... £32.

So this is a financial disaster.

Ugh.

I'm having a horrible day!

I can't let this go near nature.

Ah!

What the bloody hell do you...

I decided the only solution
for the diseased pipe

was to take inspiration
from the movie Goodfellas.

All right. We've gone through
the topsoil. We're into the clay.

I'm not gonna bury it
until I can see the tips

of the Sydney Opera House down there.

Quicklime.

I have no idea what this does,
but I've seen Joe Pesci use it.

For belt and braces,
I then buried the equally mouldy filter

more than a mile away.

Fucking thing!

No.

The world is safe thanks to me.

By the time
I'd buried the equipment,

showered, disinfected my hair
and put on new clothes,

the man with the incomprehensible
machine had returned...

and started work.

At first, I thought they were fracking,

but eventually,
the penny started to drop.

They've drilled a hole
down there,

blasted air into it,

which has caused fractures
to go out six metres in the rock.

Then they fill that
with seaweed to keep it open.

And then the water,
not just today but forever,

will drain through the clay.

'Cause this has been
the bane of our lives,

this flooding up here.

Wow! What a shot! What a shot!

- That's insane!
- Brilliant. You watch again.

Can I blast it?

Watch this.

After the seaweed frackers
had finished,

Kaleb went off to have an accident.

He's broke the glass now!

You dingleberry.

What the fuck?

Did anyone else just see that?

- No, we heard it.
- We heard it. Unbelievable.

We then gently mocked
one another for a little while...

Why don't you just throw it like that?
Look. Look. See, watch Alan

- Yeah? Watch. Watch.
- Ready? Ray!

Like that. Do it like that.

Let me show you something.
Ready? Ready?

- You're such a muppet.
- Window!

Such a muppet.

Until eventually,

the cut-price Diddly Squat car park
was finished!

I thought we did
pretty good teamwork there.

- Yeah!
- That ain't bad.

The next day, I gave Gerald
a lift home after he'd finished work,

and on the way,
I caught up with all the local gossip.

And seeing Nate
get kicked into touch.

Keeps having them Botox bloody things
done on his eyes and his cheeks.

- He's bloody piece of piss.
- Oh I know. Yeah.

- He lives around Lyneham though.
- Yeah, around.

Anybody with a chainsaw
just goes down there.

Good to bloody saw it off
and they'd still be in pocket.

Yeah.

That's the only difference
with Simon,

so he can get that feel for his...

The old wine. Yeah.

Yeah, I know, nor me.

Having dropped him off,
I went to pick up the goats,

because I'd come up
with a new business plan.

So, I bought the goats to

clear a bank of brambles
that the machine wasn't able to do

'cause the bank was too steep,
which is just at the bottom of this hill.

But, they still aren't
big enough to do that.

So, how's this for a plan?

I'm renting them out.

They have become Avis goats.

They will go to neighbouring farms
and clear things up,

brambles and so on, and earn me money.

And they shall become bigger
and then, next year,

I'll put them down there
and they'll get on with it.

My first customer was a friend
who owned a bit of land next to mine.

It's always been slightly
embarrassing, this,

'cause I used to think this bit of ground
through here was mine and it isn't.

I had to come through here,
though, to meet my friend's land agent.

Well, I'm a bit late. Hello?

Hello?

Hello.

What are you doing here?

I look after, you know,
the client here as well.

What?

It was you?

- So, I...
- How are we going to negotiate a price?

Well, I do realise
there's a slight conflict.

Slight?

How much...
Okay, then, Charlie,

how much is the nameless er...

owner of this field
going to pay me for the goats?

Pay you?

I mean, look at all the wonderful forest.

The browse... You know,
all that value sitting before you,

before your eyes.

How about we call it zero?

No! Not zero!

Climb over this fence.
Climb over this fence.

- How much?
- There's not much value out there.

I mean, it's just a load of...

There's no value there at all.

No, none at all.
So how much should he be paying me?

He should be paying, you know,

five or six pence a day per goat.

- Pence?
- Per day, per goat. It soon adds up.

Twenty... Oh, no.

I don't think
we can accept that.

This is a ridiculous situation!

- What is the deal?
- Luckily, luckily, luckily...

It's sort of...
The value is being provided by that lot

eating the, you know,
the invading hawthorn, er, blackthorn.

- Yeah.
- Er, because it then...

- Get on with it.
- It creates a better wildflower meadow.

- Whose side are you on now?
- Yours.

Right.

So actually the...

So I'm giving him a better meadow.

- Yes, he gets paid more by...
- And he's paying 5p a goat?

Which is 29 goats.

Twelve weeks?

- £121.
- Done.

Come on, goats.

Right now, that a hundred
and twenty-one pounds was very welcome

because back in mushroom world,

my income stream
had been hit hard by the mould.

Which meant, annoyingly,

that Lisa's
powdered lion's mane enterprise

had suddenly become important.

- 200 hundred? Was it 20 grammes?
- We're doing 20 grammes a bag.

Today was the day
we'd get the results

from the test sample I'd sent off.

And assuming all would be well,

Lisa had several kilogrammes
of powder ready to go.

There it is.

Jeremy's Special Mushroom Powder.

Why are you selling it
if you don't believe in it?

- I don't believe in it.
- You know how much we're gonna make.

How much are you selling that for?

Er... £9?

Which gives you ten cups of coffee.

So, hang on. Let me get my...

Oh! I've got it through!

Can I get your glasses?

But if we just grew
normal mushrooms...

God, you're blind.

Er, they have...

"Lisa, I have the shelf-life
samples back. They have failed."

Hold on.

"I have the shelf-life samples back.

"Which generally indicates that either
the mushroom quality was not the best

"or that it was not adequately cleaned
prior to the drying process.

"You need to look at the standards
of cleaning hygiene

"during preparation
of the finished product,

"i.e. hand-washing,
cleanliness of containers."

"If this product
is to be put on the shelves

"you will need to review
the preparation process."

You know you were asking about
the different colours? I think that's it.

I think some of the rinds I just cut up

when I dried them.
I'm so sorry.

Fucking hell. That is so annoying.

And this is just a bit
of what we've made.

We've gone to all this trouble
and it's failed.

So all this has failed.

The mushroom issues
were a bitter blow,

especially now in August,

because we were approaching
the end of the farming year.

And therefore
the conclusion of the contest

between Kaleb and me.

- Then you had to hire the boar.
- No, stop saying things.

I had tried
everything I could think of

to make money by farming the unfarmed.

Yes!

Some of my ideas had worked.

- No way!
- Yes way!

Holy Moly!

This is incredible!

Yeah!

Aren't they just the best!

Lots of sausages.

Jesus!

Oh! This is so good
for my side of the chart.

And some hadn't.

Hullo!

Shit.

But soon we would find out
what the big numbers looked like,

because at harvest time,

the spotlight would shift from me

to Kaleb and the crops.

This year's an absolute pig.
It just won't dry at all.

Here we go!

- A quarter full.
- Is that it?

Oh, my God!

Look at the size of that one!