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Mikey.
You two love birds and this song.
Does it not depress you?
It's miserable.
I'm going to stay at your Auntie Christine's...
To live, Mikey.
I'm sorry, you don't need to hear this.
Mikey.
Slow down.
Mikey. Slow down.
You can come visit.
I can't tell him. I...
How can I?
He terrifies me.
- Mikey, what are you doing? - Please slow down, Mikey.
- Slow down, Mikey. - Caroline, tell him to stop.
Mikey, slow down.
- Listen to me. - Slow down, please.
- I'm leaving him, not you. Michael. - Michael!
- Michael. - You're scaring me, Mikey.
- Slow down! - Please stop!
Michael, stop!
Okay, boy.
Night, Mac.
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.
The clean-up after Storm Noah has begun, with structural damage
in remote areas making access difficult.
Come on.
Go.
You go.
Oh, Mac, come on. Come here.
Wide, Mac.
- All they do is take... - Take.
...and, and, and they expect you then to roll over. No questions.
They are thieves and we are victims.
- Phone! - Victims?
- Who is it? - Yes we are, victims.
Phone.
Hello.
Who?
And what did he do with them?
Well, he shouldn't have.
He shouldn't have!
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.
Stranger.
Michael, you're looking well.
Erm, is Gary around?
He's gone out.
It's about the rams he found.
He tells me feck all...
Jack might. Jack!
How's Ray?
Ah you know, he's waiting on new knees.
Jack!
Mammy says she hasn't seen you around.
Sure, where would I go?
Pub?
Been already.
'Tis strange that you're here.
Where does the time go?
- Just been to an interview today. - Oh, yeah.
Got it.
Oh, that's good.
Cork.
Well...
how's that goin' to work?
Here he comes.
Here, what do you know about these rams?
They were up on top, I just brought 'em down.
On your own?
Yeah, on my own.
- That's hard work. - Yeah,
well, for an old fella it's hard work.
Hey.
Can I see them?
- No, you can't. - Why?
Because I put them in the slurry.
Why would you put them in the pit?
For diseases and that.
- Where's your pit? - No, no one's going near the pit.
Did they have any symptoms?
Yeah, swollen bellies and stuff.
I'll have a word with Gary when he comes back.
He didn't, he didn't see them.
Your dad didn't look?
Sure, you know what they say
where there's livestock, there's dead stock.
Watch your mouth young man.
Just sayin'.
Michael.
Mikey, I'm sorry. I am.
- I'll talk to him. - Okay.
- You go easy. - Okay.
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 are you, yer bollocks? - Lonely.
I'll give you whatever you're asking for them, okay?
Buying. Rams.
Jesus, O'Shea's buying rams?
We lost two, so we did.
Well, that's a fair few bob.
Tell him about the rustlers.
Fucking some cunt's going round, cutting the legs off.
Doesn't even kill them.
D'you ever hear the like of it?
I reckon it's fucking Eastern Europeans or Poles or one of them showers,
you know, selling them on the cheap, like.
Filthy bastards.
What about yours?
Keeley's lad said he found him dead on his hill
and he fucked them into the pit before I could have a look at them.
That fucking shower.
Anything worth looking at?
O'Shea grade?
Ha, no.
How's himself?
Ah, you know.
Tell the miserable old bollocks 'fuck off' from me, yeah?
I'll have a look anyway.
Alright.
Where you at boy?
Hey, where you at? Where you at?
What are you doing, huh? Hey, what are you--
Where's your dad? Where's your dad?
- Hey, Gary. - Hey Dad, Dad...
You alright babydoll?
What's this?
It's a sheep, boy.
No, what's that?
These are the two animals you told me were dead.
- I didn't tell you nothing, boy. - You told my father though.
Well?
These have just come down off my heft.
- Well, you know what that is, don't you? - James, do these look like my animals?
They're the only two I'd buy.
What is this?
Out.
No, no one's buying from you today, boy.
Right.
Put them back in the truck.
All of them.
Right, let's go.
Come around and we'll talk about it.
You're not fucking taking them.
Like fuck.
That's not happening in here.
The two of you, out!
You'll bring them to my farm.
You want them?
You fucking come get them.
Now!
Let's go!
Fucking hell.
Fucking cunt.
Fucking cunt, I'll kill you.
You alright?
Daddy.
Easy.
Let me look at you.
Is there anything broken? No?
Can you stand?
Well, get up then.
Hey?
Gary.
What's my name?
Fuck off.
Hey, come here, come here. Get that uncoupled, would you?
What's going on?
- There was an accident. - Accident?
They're okay.
- Jack, you're alright? - Yeah I'm fine.
He's okay. Gary was out for a bit.
What happened?
I'm not the one you should be asking.
I'll look at you inside.
I'll kill them before I let you take them.
I'm taking my fucking animals, Gary.
What you gonna do?
Kill me like you killed your mammy?
You don't think she'd tell her own husband why she has a fucked up face?
I've always wondered what Ray thought about your mammy leaving.
Oh that's right. He doesn't know, does he?
Gary.
Thanks for the lift.
Now fuck off.
Gary!
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.
Mac.
Wide, Mac.
Lay off, will you?
No, no, no. Go back, back.
Back in the car.
Be seeing you, dickhead.
Thanks for the spin home, Michael.
Mac, wide.
Mac.
Go find her.
Okay. Come.
Come...
Mac.
Hey.
Hey!
Okay, it's okay.
Jesus.
You fuck.
Mac?
Mac.
Mac...
Mac, it's okay, it's okay.
It's okay.
Oh, Jesus...
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
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!
The fuck!
Sorry.
Come on! Fuck's sake.
Fuck.
You fuck.
I want you to bring me his fucking head!
I want you to bring me his fucking head.
Fuck it.
It's locked.
It's open.
Ray.
The storm has taken the bridge that runs across the top track.
Are we alright to come through your yard?
The gate's locked.
'Tis.
Have you got the key?
Building holiday homes up there, are ye?
Holiday homes you're building there, are ye?
Aye, that's right.
Now, is that what they call 'diversifying'?
It'll just be 'til...
'til I've rebuilt the bridge.
You're letting my warm out.
People offer him thousands for one animal, but will he sell?
He'd rather sit in a pit of fucking misery.
Take us all down with him.
What we gonna do?
Get in!
Fuckin' away like!
Fuckin' up you cuntbag!
Wanker.
Love thy fucking neighbour.
- Turnip-headed cunt. - Ah, nice one Uncle.
I said stop.
What, are you going to avoid me forever. Is that it?
- I have asked you not... - Caroline, please Caroline.
You're not listening to me.
- Caroline, come on. - Get off me.
It's a bit fucking late now.
Is there someone else?
No, there isn't.
- But you don't want me, is that it? - No, I don't. I don't want you,
I don't want this stress.
I don't want the debt.
I can sort it. I can sort.
Oh, yeah. How are you gonna do that?
Who else is there left to fucking borrow from? Huh?
Look, I just need--
I just need some so I can replace the bridge.
If it wasn't for the fucking bridge.
If it wasn't for the fucking O'Sheas.
Did you even ask Michael to go through their place?
- What? - Did you even ask?
What, your boyfriend?
Jesus...
Fucking pathetic.
Get your...
...fucking hands off me!
Caroline. I'm sorry, Caroline.
I don't give a fuck what you are. Get off.
And pull yourself together, will you?
I don't want Jack seeing you crying.
Hang on.
Are you coming out?
Go, go, go.
Go.
Let's, let's go. Come, come here, come.
Hiya.
- There you go. - Oh yeah...
Hands.
Just felt like a day without wellies.
No, I think you look pretty.
Thank you.
Right...
Bath before bed. Make your pillows happy.
- Where are you going, dressed like that? - I'll take that as a compliment.
- Well? - Out.
Don't look at me. She wouldn't tell me either, so...
I don't know.
Did you bring them down?
I, um...
I, uh...
I found some of the O'Shea's animals dead on our heft.
Rams and all.
Rams?
- Hello? - Ah Ray, it's Gary.
Who?
Keeley.
- How much is it we need to make? - A couple of grand.
Okay. That sounds possible, right?
Alright there?
Prick.
If you had a chance to leave here, would you?
If you had a chance to leave here, like, go live somewhere else?
Where?
Anywhere, like...
Holland.
- Holland? - Aye, it's flat.
I don't think there's a hill in the whole place.
Or Norfolk. That's flat too.
But you could go anywhere.
I can't afford to go anywhere.
- Yeah, but it's a fantasy question. - Oh, right.
- Right. - Holland...
- Where'd you go? - Afghanistan.
Afghanistan?
Afghanistan, yeah.
I seen a picture of it in Abdul's, on the wall, lovely mountains and...
You know that's where he is from, so.
Abdul's from Manchester.
Yeah, but fucking originally, like.
Pakistan.
- Pakistan, yeah? - Aye.
Why does he have a picture of Afghanistan on his wall?
I don't know.
Look, I don't think you should choose where to live
based on a picture on a curry house wall.
Yeah.
So where'd you get Holland from?
Saw it on the TV.
It's looking good, boy.
- Looking good. - Yeah?
Eh, what are you-- what are you doing?
Eh, what are you...
You gonna tell me what happened?
Trailer came round the corner.
The car flipped.
You gonna tell me what really happened?
- Huh? - What's really going on?
Michael hasn't been here in over 20 years and then twice in as many days.
Well, you seem very disappointed.
You gonna tell me what's going on, so?
Let's go.
There's nothing wrong, Mam.
- Then get on with it. - Get on with what?
Kill them.
I'm going to get the gun, like.
Your ma will start sniffing about.
Use a knife.
- Jack! - Eh?
- Jack! - What?
Whoa.
Come here. Come here now.
Two's up. Give us a go.
Give us a go.
She's pure haunty.
Boy, sheep too, Jackie boy.
You need a ride you do.
Yeah, funny.
What's the craic with that dead one outside?
Crashed the Range Rover on the way back from the mart.
So there's nothing wrong with it?
No.
Where's it going?
- Slurry. - You throwin' it away?
Mm-hmm.
Well, a mate of me Da has a meat truck,
you know, stops in car parks and that.
He'd take this, so he would.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
For what?
Make a bit of money off of it, like.
Well?
You didn't bleed it.
Fuck.
Make black pudding, so.
That's pigs, you gobshite. How long's it dead?
Couple hours, like.
Jack.
Fine animal.
Put her in here.
Come on girl, I'll miss you.
Don't forget to write.
You get me just the legs, I'll give you 15 a pair.
Lad brought me a hundred legs.
Shifted them in half a day.
1500 euro.
You did that without using your fingers?
Come here, when's your dad gonna pay me for the days I done?
Ah, he's skint.
Skint? Fuck off with that, will you?
I need my money Jackie boy, honestly.
I'll have to find something else if we don't start up again soon.
Well, we can't get back up there until the bridge is built, so.
Fuckin' build it, so.
He doesn't have the money.
He's talking shite telling you that, he doesn't have the--
Fucking hell!
This prick.
Look at all them sheep he's got, Jackie boy.
That's a lot of legs.
Lay off, will you?
You know where to find me.
Cold out there Jackie boy.
- Pill? - Yeah.
You afraid?
Huh?
Mommy and Daddy are breaking up.
Come on faggot!
My God...
"Me Mammy and Daddy are breaking up."
Jesus' sake...
Put the handbrake off.
Go, go, go. Come on.
Come on, boy.
Go! Go, go go!
What?
Let the games commence.
Come on. You're mine. You're mine.
Oh, this one's pure haunty.
I have my eye on a nice one here.
My eye on a nice one.
My eye on a nice one...
Good girl.
Oh, I did the proper splits there, Jackie boy.
Ireland through the midfield.
Oh, he's got one, he's got one.
Oh, come here to me.
Oh, you...
I'm here.
Come on, will ya!
Oh, come on!
Here, grab me a fucking sheep, alright?
Go grab one, eh?
Go on. Grab me one.
I can't fucking grab one.
Grab me a fucking sheep.
Grab me a fucking sheep Come on.
Good boy, Jackie.
- You're a dab hand at this. - Aye?
You should have been a shepherd.
Now.
Come on. Come on.
Fucking come on.
I am, hold her still.
- What the fuck you doing? Hold her still. - I am.
Good man. Good man.
There, done.
She's done. She's done.
Get me another one.
Jack.
Grab me another one.
Grab me another sheep, Jack.
Go get the sheep.
No, get me another one.
Get me another one.
- Hey. - Oh, God...
- Go away. - I knew this was fuckin'...
Make some money.
I knew you were going to fucking do this.
- Let's make some money. - I know.
- Why are we here? - I know why we're here.
Why are we here, Jack?
Tell me why we're here, huh?
He's sending you under!
He's sending you under.
Is mommy and daddy splitting up, huh?
Farm going under?
Come on Jackie boy. Wake the fuck up!
Make some money, yes?
Send him under!
Send him under.
Good lad, come on, yeah. That's my cousin!
Fuck.
We need to move.
What are you fucking around with the dog for? Come on.
We need to move.
Get in the fucking van.
Now, now, we're grand.
Go!
Go, he's fucking coming, go!
Go!
Whoa!
Hey!
Fucker!
- You're gonna hit him! - Fuck!
- Fuck off! - Go!
We're rich now, Jackie boy.
Retired in Dublin, now, huh?
Proud of you, Jackie boy.
Proud of you, proud of you, you became a man tonight.
What?
Now.
- Here. - Good man.
Oi, where are you off to?
Home.
What? Give you a lift for nothing, no?
No.
I don't ever want to see you again.
What? Jack...
Hey.
May as well enjoy what's left?
I bought you gin and tonic, but,
I spilt it in the car.
You gonna tell me what happened today?
Today?
- The crash? - Oh, right yeah, yeah.
Aye, Jack stole two of the O'Shea's tups and tried to pass them off as ours.
Your precious boy.
He's fucking done for us.
This is on you.
Oh, right, yeah, of course.
It would never be your fault, would it?
Fucking bitch.
Fuck.
Don't-- fuck!
- Fuck... - Piss off, you heard!
Stop it, fucking, ah, fuck!
- You're up early. - Mm-hmm.
Always obsessed with fire.
- Your first word was hot. - Yeah.
Well, your first word was Dada, but your first real word was hot.
I saw the rams in the shed.
Why?
Do you hate him?
You gonna go and live with the O'Sheas?
What?
With Michael?
Christ, no!
I got a job.
In Cork.
It's okay.
You can come with me if you like.
Or stay.
You can do whatever you want.
I don't want to leave you.
Or here.
I just can't breathe.
Don't push Michael too hard.
Now, get up!
I need help loading the truck.
I've just been up the builder's.
Someone's stolen their van.
Come on.
Right, we need to heft this shit up there.
I told you to kill them!
You're as useless as her!
Fuck!
Fuck.
Hands off.
Get your hands off...
Get your hands off me!
I said get your hands off me.
Alright.
Let's take them back, Dad.
Right, I'll get this shit up there and then...
I'll take them back.
Jesus Christ Michael,
it's a gunshot wound.
What the fuck?
No. No sleeping.
I'll get you a towel.
Have a look at you.
Let's see. Here.
Get the pressure on.
Right.
I have to get some antiseptic.
What have I told you about leaving that around?
This will sting a bit.
Here you go, okay?
God...
You want to tell me?
Rustlers attacked my flock.
Up on the mountain?
Brought them down after we lost the rams.
Came out to the field and a couple of them were...
attacking the animals.
Attacking?
Was cutting their hind legs off.
What?
Was cutting their hind legs off, letting 'em bleed out.
Jesus Christ.
Mikey.
Bring Michael's bag.
Jesus Christ, Michael.
Fucking monsters.
Dad!
Dad.
Come on.
Okay.
Is he bleeding?
Ray?
Raymond?
Ray?
- Raymond? - Hm?
Are you alright?
Peg...
It's Caroline, Raymond.
Oh,
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.
No signal. Phone?
It's fucked.
Alright. I'm gonna go back to the house.
Call Dr Donough.
You stay here and take care of these two.
I don't want to.
You've had a part to play in this.
I want to come with you, please.
- Tea, lots of sugar. - No, no, no, no...
I'm going to be back in a minute.
It's alright.
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?
Nothing.
Hey, what's in the bag?
Hey?
I don't know.
It's for him.
Yeah?
Give it to him.
Give him the bag.
The bag, there.
Jesus!
Fuck that...
What the fuck?
- Why... - Fuck.
How the fuck is that?
It's what you asked for.
Only, I think I've brought you the wrong head.
Fuck!
Sorry.
I'm sorry.
No, no, no, stop!
Stop.
Get off...
Stop!
- Come on. Let me go. - Here.
Here, do it.
- Do it then. - What you doin'?
You've already fucking killed me.
Just finish the job!
- Stop it. - Why?
- Come on. Come on... - Why'd you do it? Why did you do it?
You should have let us through the fucking gate.
What do you want?
Oh shit!
Let me see, let me see.
- I'm okay. - Easy.
Leave it. Leave it. Look at me, yeah?
- Put your arm around me. - I don't want to die.
You're not gonna die.
Put your arm around my shoulder.
Come on.
Come on, lad.
You'll be alright.
What have you done?
Jesus Jackie.
What the fuck have you done, Michael?
Put him in the car.
Caroline.
I'm sorry.
Caroline, I'm sorry.
For the crash...
and everything you know.
I'm sorry.
Please, I'm sorry.
Please.
You fucking terrify me.
Michael.