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What time is it?
Late.
You're the one that's late.
Late for what?
Helping me to bed.
Our back gate's fucked.
You didn't hear anything?
Hear what?
The gate's mangled, and there's tyre tracks.
I was listening to the radio.
Anything missing?
Get rid of this for me.
Jesus.
You need to drink more water.
Water's for washing in.
Who is it?
What?
Get me out of this fucking chair.
You'll hurt yourself.
Give me a hand, so.
Where do you want to go?
Those bastards we share a hill with
found two rams dead on their land.
Ours.
What?
You heard me.
We haven't lost a ram in I don't know how long.
I haven't anyway.
Me neither.
That's not what Keeley's saying.
He rings up and suddenly I've done wrong.
Alright then.
You need help?
Get out!
Your Caroline and that bastard Gary.
I thought she'd leave you for someone better than that.
At least he'll never look at that mess of a face
without thinking of you.
Jesus, why didn't you fish the rams out the pit?
How are you, mate?
How's himself?
Ah, you know.
Nothing worth the money.
One ram can't service that size of a flock.
He could if I bring them down.
What?
If we use that money to buy feed...
they'll have an easier winter and we might get some twins.
We haven't brought animals down in five hundred years.
We'd have years of work to pull the animals back--
Do you hear me?
Five hundred years.
I'm bringing them down.
Where have you been?
Hey, I'm talking to you.
You hear me?
Why you acting all strange?
What is this?
Michael?
They're gone.
Rustlers.
Someone.
They cut the legs off the stock.
What are you talking about?
They didn't kill them.
Just...
took their legs.
Did you see them?
I saw the van.
Did you recognise it?
Saw it at Keeley's.
It belonged to the builder.
Keeley's builder.
The fuck...
Those rams he said were dead, he was selling them.
What?
At the mart.
So why did we need to bring ours down?
He wouldn't give them back.
He wouldn't give them back?
Take them back.
You take them back.
They're in on it together.
Boy, this is it.
Do you understand me?
You want me to get the rams back.
I want you to bring me...
I want you to bring me his fucking head.
Da?
Bring me his fucking head!
I want you to bring me his fucking head!
I want you to bring me his fucking head.
Building holiday homes up there, are ye?
Dad!
Dad.
Are you alright?
I thought 'twas dead, I was.
You'd hope for better than us.
You should go to the hospital.
The pair of you.
No hospital.
Doctor at least.
Stop staring at me.
How the fuck did we get here?
If she was...
here.
Mam.
- Huh? - Mam, she...
Mam was what?
She was what?
Why...
How... the fuck is that?
It's what you asked for.
Only, I think I've brought you the wrong head.