Bring Them Down (2024)

[bunniefuu]

[Vehicle hums]

[She exhales softly, deeply]

[Radio clicks, tape rattles]

Mikey.

[Tape clicks, Among The Trees

by Michael Chapman plays]

Among the trees

I have lain and

passed my golden days

[Woman] You two love birds

and this song.

My summers in a haze

Does it not depress you?

Of lazy afternoons

Just watching all the rain

It's miserable.

As it patterns the verandah,

then disappears again

[Radio clicks, music stops]

I'm going to stay

at your Auntie Christine's...

[Voice quivers]

To live, Mikey.

I'm sorry, you don't

need to hear this.

- [Gear clacks]

- Mikey.

Slow down.

Mikey. Slow down.

[Engine accelerates]

You can come visit.

I can't tell him. I...

How can I?

[Woman] He terrifies me.

[She gasps] Mikey,

what are you doing?

Please slow down, Mikey.

- Slow down, Mikey.

- Caroline, tell him to stop.

Mikey, slow down.

- [Woman] Listen to me.

- [Caroline] Slow down, please.

[Woman] I'm leaving him,

not you. Michael.

[Both] Michael!

- Michael. - [Caroline] You're

scaring me, Mikey.

- Slow down!

- Please stop!

- Michael, stop!

- [Tyres screech]

[Sudden silence]

[Caroline gasps, shrieks]

[Engine starts]

[Thunder rumbles, faint]

[Insects chirp]

[Thunder crackles

and roars, closer]

[Rain trickles]

[Shallow breathing, distant]

[Branches crack]

[Paws tapping]

[Shallow breathing]

[Eerie music]

- [Michael grunts softly]

- [Dog pants]

[Music fades] - [Button

clicks, electricity buzzes]

[Thunder rumbles, distant]

Okay, boy.

[Paws scratching]

[Dog food rattles]

[Dog crunching]

Night, Mac.

[Melancholic orchestral

music on radio]

[Door clicks open, thuds]

[In Irish]

[In Irish]

[Man scoffs]

[Glass and cutlery clink]

[Michael grunts softly]

[He exclaims, grunts]

[Newscaster]The clean up

after Storm Noah has begun,

with structural damage

in remote areas making

access difficult.

Come on.

Go.

You go.

You go.

- [Wind blows]

- [Michael sniffles]

[Michael grunts]

[Sheep bleats faintly]

Okay. Okay.

[Michael exclaims

softly; Sheep bleats]

Oh, Mac, come on. Come here.

[Slow, delicate music]

[Sheep bleat]

[Michael whistles]

Wide Mac.

[Radio chatter]

- [Interviewer] All they do is

take... - [Host] Take.

[Phone rings]

and, and, and they expect you

then to roll over. No questions.

They are thieves

and we are victims.

- Phone!

- [Host]Victims?

[Father, in Irish] -

[Interviewee]Yes we are,

victims.

- [Radio clicks off]

- Phone.

[Phone rings]

[In English] Hello.

Who?

And what did he do with them?

Well he shouldn't have.

He shouldn't have!

- [Phone clatters]

- [In Irish]

[In Irish]

[Phone clatters]

[Vehicle approaches]

[Handbrake rattles]

[Engine purrs]

[She chuckles] Stranger.

[Engine stops]

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.

Cork.

[He hesitates]

How's that goin' to work?

[Distant rattle, metal bangs]

Here he comes.

[Jack] Hey.

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.

- [Jack chuckles]

- [Woman] Hey.

Can I see them?

- No, you can't.

- Why?

Because I put them

in the slurry.

[Woman] Why would you put them

in the pit?

For diseases and that.

Where's your pit?

[Woman] No, no one's

going near the pit.

Did they have any symptoms?

Yeah, swollen bellies and stuff.

[Woman] I'll have a word

with Gary when he comes back.

[Jack] He didn't,

he didn't see them.

[Woman] Your dad didn't look?

[Jack] Sure, you

know what they say

where there's livestock,

there's dead stock.

[Woman] Watch your

mouth young man.

Just sayin'.

[Woman] Michael.

Mikey, I'm sorry. I am.

- I'll talk to him.

- Okay.

- You go easy.

- Okay.

[Keys jingle, engine starts]

[Jack speaks indistinctly]

[Engine purrs]

- [Ray grunts]

- [Michael] Okay.

[He grunts]

[In Irish]

[Urinating]

[Water flushes]

[Metal banging; Sheep bleat]

[Bleating intensifies]

[People chatter, indistinct]

[Man 1, in Irish]

[Man 2, in English]

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.

- Hm.

f*cking some c**t's going

round, cutting the legs off.

Doesn't even k*ll them.

Do you ever hear the like of it?

I reckon it's f*cking Eastern

Europeans or Poles or one of

them showers,

you know, selling them

on the cheap, like.

Filthy b*stards.

What about yours?

Keeley's lad said

he found him dead on his hill

and he f*cked them into the pit

before I could have a look at

them.

That f*cking shower.

Anything worth looking at?

O'Shea grade? Ha, no.

[In Irish]

[In Irish]

[In English] Tell the miserable

old bollocks 'f*ck off' from me,

yeah?

I'll have a look anyway.

Alright.

[Sheep bleat]

[People chatter, laugh]

[Jack] Where you at boy?

Hey, where you at? Where you at?

What are you doing, huh?

Hey, what are you...

[Murmuring, indistinct]

[Michael] Where's your dad?

Where's your dad?

Hey, Gary.

Hey Dad, Dad...

You alright, baby doll?

[Michael] What's this?

It's a sheep, boy.

[Michael] 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.

[Gary] What is this?

Out.

No, no one's buying

from you today, boy.

Right.

Put them back in the truck.

[Gary] All of them.

[Tense percussion]

- [Tense percussion continues]

- Right, let's go.

[Sheep bleat]

Come around and

we'll talk about it.

You're not f*cking taking them.

Like f*ck.

[Whistle blows]

[Man] That's not

happening in here.

The two of you, out!

You'll bring them to my farm.

You want them?

You f*cking come get them.

[Man] Now!

[Percussion intensifies]

[Gary exclaims] Let's go!

[Rhythmic percussion]

[Faintly] f*cking hell.

f*cking c**t.

f*cking c**t, I'll k*ll you.

- [Music stops]

- [Engine revs]

[Tense, rhythmic

percussion resumes]

[Engine accelerates]

[Percussion volume increases]

[Music rhythm accelerates]

[Metal bangs]

[Tyres screech, metal crashes]

[Engine purrs]

[Engine stops]

[Metal clangs]

[Sheep bleat]

[Sheep screeches]

[Michael breathes heavily]

[Metal bangs; Paws scratching]

[Knocks on glass]

You alright?

[Jack groans]

[Sheep bleats]

[Jack, faintly] Daddy.

[Michael] Easy.

Let me look at you.

Is there anything broken? No?

[Jack grunts, moans]

[Michael] Can you stand?

Well, get up then.

Hey?

[Gary grunts]

Gary.

[Gary pants]

What's my name?

f*ck off.

[Sheep bleat; Hooves clatter]

[Gary grunts]

[Gary] Hey, come here, come

here. Get that uncoupled, would

you?

[Caroline] What's going on?

- [Michael] There was an

accident. - [Caroline] Accident?

[Michael] 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.

[Metal rattles]

I'll k*ll them before

I let you take them.

I'm taking my f*cking

animals, Gary.

What you gonna do?

k*ll me like you

k*lled your mammy?

You don't think she'd tell her

own husband why she has a f*cked

up face?

I've always wondered what Ray

thought about your mammy

leaving.

Oh that's right.

He doesn't know, does he?

[Caroline] Gary.

Thanks for the lift.

Now f*ck off.

Gary!

[Metal rattles, thuds]

[Michael, in Irish]

[Water runs]

[Ray, in Irish]

[Michael sighs]

[Kettle hisses]

[Bleating, whistling]

[Mac pants]

Mac.

Good.

Wide Mac.

[Sheep bleat, Michael whistles]

[Mac panting]

[Wind blows]

[Michael exclaims softly]

Wide Mac.

[Vehicle approaches;

Dance music on stereo]

[Horn honks insistently]

[Dance music blasts over stereo]

[Horn honks twice]

[Honks insistently]

[Music continues;

Honks insistently]

[Sheep bleat]

[Michael] Lay off, will you?

[Music continues

blasting from stereo]

[Honks insistently]

[Jack exclaims]

[Jack] No, no,

no. Go back, back.

Back in the car.

[Boy] Be seeing you, dickhead.

Thanks for the

spin home, Michael.

Mac, wide.

Mac.

[Dance music continues, distant]

[Car screeches, revs]

[Chain rattles]

Go find her.

[Mac pants]

[Wind blows]

[Mac barks]

[Michael grunts]

- Okay. Come.

- [He grunts]

[Sheep bleats]

- Come... [Grunts]

- [Sheep bleats softly]

[Bleats faintly]

[Michael pants, grunts]

[Breathes heavily]

[Sniffles]

[Foil rasping]

[Bird cries]

[Bird squawks, distant]

[Bird trills]

[Michael pants]

[Sheep bleats]

[Eerie percussion music]

- [Distant howl]

- [Michael grunts]

[Eerie music and

rhythm intensify]

[Distant growl]

- [Mac barks, recedes]

- Mac.

Mac.

[Music builds]

Hey.

[Michael grunts, music stops]

- [Low bleat, close]

- [Michael pants]

[Hoarse bleat]

- [Animal growls, close]

- [Michael gasps]

[Hoarse growl]

[Short growl]

[People exclaim, distant]

[Vehicle door shuts,

engine starts]

[Engine approaches]

[Michael] Hey!

- [Engine revs]

- [Michael] Hey!

Hey!

[Eerie music]

[Footsteps thumping,

Michael panting]

[Music fades; Shallow

breaths remain]

[Michael screams]

[Sheep growls faintly]

Okay, it's okay.

Jesus.

[Michael wheezes]

[Knife clicks]

[Sheep growls]

[Squelching, cracking]

[Michael grunts]

[Michael lets out a cry]

[Snaps]

[Sheep bleating]

[Michael murmurs] You f*ck.

[Sniffles, cries]

[Animals bleat hoarsely, growl]

[Sharp growl]

- [Snapping, cracking]

- [Michael grunts]

[Hoarse cries and

growls continue]

[Soft, dramatic melody]

[Michael breathing deeply]

Mac?

[Faint whimper]

Mac.

- [Mac whimpers faintly]

- Mac

Mac, it's okay, it's okay,

it's okay, it's okay.

It's okay.

Oh, Jesus...

[Clicks]

[Faint moan]

[Michael cries]

[Rain trickles softly]

[He sobs]

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

[Ray, in Irish]

[In Irish]

Rustlers.

[Wind blows]

[Grunting softly]

[Soft, eerie music]

[Music intensifies]

[Music continues]

[Tense, rhythmic

percussion joins]

[Rock music blasts

from car stereo]

[Engine and music stop]

[Door opens, Gary grunts]

[Keys jingle, Gary sighs]

- [Keys clatter]

- [Gary] The f*ck!

[Gary laughs] Sorry.

[Caroline speaks, indistinct]

[Gary grunts]

[Clattering]

[Both exclaiming]

[Door creaks open]

[Suspenseful music]

[Door creaks, clicks shut]

[Engine humming]

[Handbrake creaks, engine purrs]

[Truck door shuts]

[Knocks on door]

[Generator whirring]

[Gary] Come on! f*ck's sake.

[Engine starts, accelerates]

f*ck.

[Both grunting]

[High-pitched buzz, muffled

screaming and grunting]

[Michael screams

in pain, muffled]

[Muffled generator rumble]

[Michael grunts]

[He screams, gasps]

[Clattering]

[Michael wheezing]

f*ck.

You f*ck.

[In Irish]

f*ck it.

[Tense, rhythmic percussion]

[Michael breathes shallowly]

[Michael pants]

[Rhythmic percussion stops]

[Thunder rumbles]

[Engine purrs softly]

It's locked.

[Car door opens, shuts]

[Jack murmurs, exhales]

[Bangs on door]

[Ray] It's open.

[Orchestral music on radio]

[Gary] 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?

[In Irish]

[In English] Holiday homes

you're building there, are ye?

Aye, that's right.

Now, is that what they

call 'diversifying'?

[Gary] It'll just be 'til

'til I've rebuilt the bridge.

You're letting my warm out.

[Gary murmurs indistinctly]

People offer him thousands for

one animal, but will he sell?

He'd rather sit in a

pit of f*cking misery.

Take us all down with him.

What we gonna do?

Get in!

f*ck' away like! [Laughs]

[Boy, cheerful] Hey!

f*ck' up you cuntbag!

[Gary] w*nk*r.

[Boy laughs]

[Gary] Love thy

f*cking neighbour.

Turnip headed c**t.

[Boy] Ah, nice one Uncle.

[Soft, eerie music; Dog panting]

[Jack sighs]

[Caroline] I said stop.

[Gary] What, are you going to

avoid me forever. Is that it?

- [Caroline] I have asked you

not... - [Gary] Caroline,

please...

[Caroline, angry]

You're not listening to me.

- Caroline come on.

- Get off me.

[Caroline] It's a

bit f*cking late now.

[Gary] Is there someone else?

[Caroline] No, there isn't.

[Gary] But you don't

want me, is that it?

[Caroline] 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.

[Caroline] Oh, yeah.

How are you gonna do that?

Who else is there left

to f*cking borrow from? Huh?

[Caroline laughs]

Look, I just need, I just need

some so I can replace the

bridge.

If it wasn't for

the f*cking bridge.

If it wasn't for

the f*cking O'Sheas.

[Caroline] Did you even ask

Michael to go through their

place?

- [Gary] What?

- [Caroline] Did you even ask?

[Gary] What, your boyfriend?

[Caroline] Jesus...

f*cking pathetic.

- [Clattering]

- Get your

f*cking hands off me!

[Gary] I'm sorry, Caroline.

[Caroline] I don't give a f*ck

what you are. Get off.

And pull yourself

together, will you?

I don't want Jack

seeing you crying.

[Lock clicks]

[Jack sighs]

[Jack grunts]

[Door rattles]

[Door rattles]

Hang on.

Are you coming out?

[Uptempo music plays -2FS

by Kojey Radical]

I'm feeling myself, I'm

feeling myself, that's why

they can't offend me

Don't give two effs, don't

give two effs, I'm felling

like Fendi, Fendi

Now I need bags for all this

baggage, I got plenty, plenty

I know my demons never

leaving 'cause we plenty ready

No, we ain't ever scared,

no, we ain't ever worried

It's only God I fear,

but that's another story

They can't, they

can't tell my story, no,

[Music muffles] it's

time to celebrate

[Sheep bleat]

Go, go, go.

Go.

- [Bleating]

- [Jack whistles]

Let's, let's go.

Come, come here, come.

[Metal bangs]

[Jack panting, exclaiming]

[Gate rattles, bangs]

Hiya.

- There you go.

- Oh yeah...

Hands.

Hands.

[Water runs]

Just felt like a

day without wellies.

No, I think you look pretty.

Thank you.

Right...

[Jack grunts; Caroline sighs]

[Door bangs]

[Caroline chuckles]

[Smacks kiss]

Bath before bed.

Make your pillows happy.

Where are you going,

dressed like that?

I'll take that as a compliment.

- Well?

- Out.

[Door shuts]

Don't look at me. She

wouldn't tell me either, so.

I don't know.

Did you bring them down?

Mm-hmm.

I, um...

I, uh.

I found some of the O'Shea's

animals dead on our heft.

Rams and all.

Rams?

[Gary clears throat]

- Hello?

- Ah Ray, it's Gary.

[Ray]Who?

[Gary] Keeley.

[Animals stomping, bleating]

- How much is it we need to

make? - [Gary] A couple of

grand.

Okay. That sounds

possible, don't it.

Alright there?

Prick.

If you had a chance

to leave here, would you?

Eh?

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 f*cking

originally, like.

Pakistan.

- Pakistan, yeah?

- Aye.

Why does he have a picture

of Afghanistan on his wall?

[Gary laughs] 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.

[Animals bleating]

[Gary] It's looking good boy.

- Looking good.

- Yeah?

[Jack exclaiming]

[Metal clatters]

Eh what are you... what are

you doing? Eh, what are you...

You gonna tell me what happened?

Trailer came round the corner.

[He clears throat]

The car flipped.

[Jack grunts softly]

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.

[Door clicks]

Well you seem very disappointed.

- [Water runs]

- [Gary spits]

You gonna tell me

what's going on, so?

[Exhales]

[Water stops]

Let's go.

There's nothing wrong, Mam.

[Door shuts]

- Then get on with it.

- Get on with what?

k*ll them.

[Sheep bleats]

I'm going to get the g*n, like.

Your ma will start

sniffing about.

Use a knife.

[Metal clangs]

[Engine approaches]

- [Boy shouts] Jack!

- Eh?

Jack!

[Boy giggles]

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?

[Jack] Crashed the Range Rover

on the way back from the mart.

[Boy] So there's

nothing wrong with it?

[Jack] 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.

[Van door shuts]

Well?

You didn't bleed it.

[Boy] f*ck.

Make black pudding, so.

That's pigs, you gobshite.

How long's it dead?

Couple hours like.

[Plastic rustles]

[He whispers] Jack.

Fine animal.

Put her in here.

[Boy grunts]

[Boy] Come on girl,

I'll miss you.

- Don't forget to write.

- [Giggles]

- [Boy exclaims]

- [Thuds]

You get me just the legs,

I'll give you 15 a pair.

[Woman] Lad brought me a hundred

legs. Shifted them in half a

day.

[Boy] 1500 euro.

[Woman] You did that

without using your fingers?

[Boy] Come on.

- [Engine starts]

- [Dance music over stereo]

Come here, when's your dad gonna

pay me for the days I done?

Ah, he's skint.

Skint? f*ck off

with that, will you?

[Dance music

continues over stereo]

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.

f*ck' build it, so.

He doesn't have the money.

He's talking shite telling you

that, he doesn't have the.

[Tyres screech] f*cking hell!

[Boy] This prick.

[Horn honks insistently]

Look at all them sheep

he's got, Jackie boy.

That's a lot of legs.

[Horn honks insistently]

[Michael] Lay off, will you?

[Engine purrs; Sheep bleat]

[Honks insistently]

[Glass breaks]

[Gary] You know

where to find me.

[Engine starts]

[Ominous music]

[Music builds]

[Music stops]

[Wind blows]

[Vehicle approaches; Chatter]

[Boy] Cold out there Jackie boy.

- Pill?

- Yeah.

You afraid?

Huh?

Mommy and daddy are breaking up.

Come on f*gg*t!

My God...

[Mocking] "Me Mammy

and Daddy are breaking up."

Jesus' sake...

[Generator purrs

in the background]

Put the handbrake off.

Go, go, go. Come on.

Come on, boy. Yeah, yeah!

Go, go, go, go, go!

[Engine starts]

[Both laughing, sighing]

What?

What?

Yee-haw!

[Music volume rises,

dance music blasts]

[Music plays - NRG by

Chase & Status (ft. Novelist)]

I'm in a rave (jump) Touch

mic and make the place (jump)

When you hear the bass (jump)

Mandem (jump), gyaldem (jump)

When I'm inside (jump)

NOV, I bring vibe (jump)

Tell a man take time (jump)

Mandem (jump), NOV said jump

- [Music stops]

- [Sheep bleat]

[Jack sighs]

[Boy imitates bleating, giggles]

[Boy] Let the games commence.

[Boy laughs, bleats]

[Sheep bleating]

[Boy] 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.

Hupp, hupp, Ireland

through the midfield.

Oh, he's got one, he's got

one, oh, come here to me.

- Oh, you...

- [Jack laughs]

I'm here.

Come on, will ya!

Oh, come on!

[Boy] Here, grab me a

f*cking sheep, alright?

Go grab one, eh?

Go on. Grab me one.

I can't f*cking grab one.

Grab me a f*cking sheep. Grab

me a f*cking sheep. Come on.

[Jack sighs]

[Jack exclaiming,

sheep bleating]

[Boy] Good boy Jackie.

- You're a dab hand at this.

- Aye?

You should have been a shepherd.

Now.

[Animal bleats loudly]

Come on. Come on.

[Prolonged bleating

continues] - [Both grunting]

[Jack laughs, grunts]

f*cking come on.

[Boy] I am, hold her still.

- What the f*ck you doing? Hold

her still. - I am.

[Squelching, bleating]

Good man. Good man.

[Faint bleating]

There, done.

She's done. She's done.

- [Cracking]

- She's done. She's done.

[Thuds]

[Both panting]

Get me another one.

Jack.

Jack.

Grab me another one.

Grab me another sheep, Jack.

Go get the sheep.

No, get me another one.

Get me another one.

- Hey.

- [Jack panting] Oh, God...

- [Jack] Go away.

- I knew this was f*ck'...

[Boy] Make some money.

I knew you were going to f*cking

do this. Lets make some money.

[Jack] 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.

- [Disturbing music]

Is mommy and daddy

splitting up, huh?

Farm going under?

Come on Jackie boy. Wake the

f*ck up! Make some money, yes?

Send him under!

Send him under.

Good lad, come on, yeah.

That's my cousin!

[Disturbing music continues]

[Music fades]

[Distant growling, bleating]

[Mac barks, Jack grunts]

[Mac growls]

f*ck. Ah!

- [Mac cries, whimpers]

- [Jack exclaims in pain]

We need to move.

We need to move.

What are you f*cking around

with the dog for? Come on.

We need to move.

- Get in the f*cking van.

- [Jack moans]

Now, now, we're grand.

- [Jack grunts]

- [Music blasts from stereo]

Go!

Go, he's f*cking coming, go!

Ah!

Go!

Whoa!

- [Jack] Hey!

- [Michael screams outside]

f*ck!

- [Jack] You're gonna hit him!

- [Boy] f*ck!

- [Boy] f*ck off!

- [Jack] Go!

[Music continues; Engine revs]

[Music and engine stop]

[Boy] We're rich

now, Jackie boy.

Retired in Dublin, now, huh?

[Lighter clicks]

Proud of you, Jackie boy.

Proud of you, proud of you,

you became a man tonight.

What?

[Vehicle approaches]

Now.

[Engine halts]

- Here.

- Good man.

[Paper rustles]

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.

- [expl*si*n]

- [Disturbing music]

[Music fades]

[Water runs]

[Gary] ...may as well

enjoy what's left?

I bought you gin and tonic, but,

- I spilt it in the car.

- [He giggles]

[Caroline] You gonna tell me

what happened today?

[Gary] Today?

- [Caroline] The crash?

- [Gary] Oh, right yeah, yeah.

[Gary] Aye, Jack stole two of

the O'Shea's tups and tried to

pass them off as ours.

Your precious boy.

He's f*cking done for us.

[Caroline] This is on you.

[Gary] Oh, right, yeah, 'cause

it would never be your fault,

would it?

f*cking b*tch.

- [Slap]

- [Gary] f*ck.

Don't... f*ck! [He grunts]

[Slap]

- [Gary] f*ck...

- Piss off, you heard!

[Gary screams; Clattering]

[Gary] Stop it,

f*cking, ah, f*ck!

[Door creaks]

[Jack sniffles]

[Sighs]

[Door clicks]

- You're up early.

- Uh huh.

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.

[Jack clicks tongue, exhales]

Why?

Do you hate him?

You gonna go and live

with the O'Sheas?

What?

With Michael?

Christ, no!

[Jack grunts softly]

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.

[Both sniffle]

I don't want to leave you.

Or here.

I just can't breathe.

[Jack sniffles, exhales]

Don't push Michael too hard.

- [Thud]

- [Gary] Now, get up!

I need help loading the truck.

I've just been up the builder's.

Someone's stolen their van.

Come on.

[Jack sighs]

Right, we need to heft

this sh*t up there.

[Sheep bleats]

[Gary sighs]

I told you to k*ll them!

You're as useless as her!

[Gary grunts]

f*ck!

f*ck.

[Jack] Hands off.

Get your hands off...

Get your hands off me!

I said get your hands off me.

[Gary] Alright.

Alright.

[Jack moans deeply]

[Gary whispers] Alright.

Alright.

Alright.

Alright.

[Gary smacks kiss]

Alright.

Let's take them back, Dad.

Right, I'll get this

sh*t up there and then

I'll take them back.

[Truck door clicks, shuts]

[Engine starts]

[Tense, rhythmic percussion]

[Michael grunts]

Jesus Christ Michael,

it's a g*nsh*t wound.

What the f*ck?

[Caroline] No. No sleeping.

[Caroline] I'll get you a towel.

Have a look at you.

Let's see. [To Jack] Here.

[Caroline] Get the pressure on.

Right.

I have to get some antiseptic.

What have I told you

about leaving that around?

[Washer whirring]

[Jack inhales deeply]

[Clattering]

[Plastic rustles]

[Caroline] This

will sting a bit.

Here you go, okay?

God...

[He grunts]

You want to tell me?

Rustlers attacked my flock.

[Caroline] Up on the mountain?

[Michael] Brought them down

after we lost the rams.

Came out to the field and

a couple of them were

attacking the animals.

[Caroline] Attacking?

[Michael] Was cutting

their hind legs off.

[Caroline] What?

[Michael] Was cutting their hind

legs off, letting 'em bleed out.

[Caroline] Jesus Christ.

[Caroline whispers] Mikey.

Bring Michael's bag.

[Birds squawk, distant]

[Engine starts; Doors shut]

[Caroline] Jesus

Christ, Michael.

f*cking monsters.

[Soft grunt]

[Michael, in Irish]

- [Ray grunts]

- Come on.

Come on.

[Ray moans, mumbles]

Okay.

Is he bleeding?

Ray?

Raymond?

- Ray?

- Hm?

- Raymond?

- Hm?

[In Irish]

Peg...

It's Caroline, Raymond.

Oh,

[In Irish, chuckles]

[Caroline]

[He grunts]

[Caroline]

[In English] No signal. Phone?

[Michael] It's f*cked.

Alright. I'm gonna go back

to the house, call Dr Donough.

You stay here and

take care of these two.

[Jack whispers] 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

I'm going to be

back in a minute.

It's alright.

[Door shuts]

[Ray, in Irish]

[Car door shuts, engine starts]

[Michael]

[In English] Nothing.

[Michael and Ray sigh]

[In English] Hey,

what's in the bag?

Hey?

I don't know.

It's for him.

[Jack] Yeah?

[Michael] Give it to him.

- Give him the bag.

- [Tense percussion]

The bag, there.

[Ray gasps] Jesus!

f*ck that...

[Jack] What the f*ck?

- [Ray, in Irish]

- [Jack] f*ck.

[Michael]

[Jack breathes heavily]

[Tense percussion continues]

[Percussion rhythm intensifies]

[Wind blows]

[Disturbing melody joins]

Ah!

[Both grunting, panting]

[Bird cries]

[Music subsides,

Jack grunts, pants]

[Michael grunts]

[Music rhythm intensifies]

[Jack] f*ck!

[Jack screams in pain]

[Jack sobs, distant]

[Music volume and rhythm rise]

- [Michael gasps]

- [Music stops]

Sorry.

I'm sorry.

No, no, no, stop!

Stop.

Get off...

Stop!

- Come on. Let me go.

- [Michael] Here.

Here, do it.

- Do it then.

- What you doin'?

You've already

f*cking k*lled me.

Just finish the job!

[Jack cries]

- Stop it.

- Why?

- [Jack sobs] Come on.

- Why'd you do it?

- [Jack] Come on.

- Why did you do it?

You should have let us

through the f*cking gate.

[Jack cries] What do you want?

[Both thud, gasp]

[Jack moans]

[Michael] Oh sh*t!

Let me see, let me see.

- [Jack] I'm okay.

- Easy.

Leave it. Leave it.

Look at me, yeah?

- Put your arm around me.

- [Jack] I don't want to die.

You're not gonna die.

Put your arm around my shoulder.

- [Jack sobs]

- Come on.

Come on, lad.

You'll be alright.

[Jack gasping softly]

[Soft, dramatic music]

[Music fades]

What have you done?

- [Caroline] Jesus, Jackie.

- [Jack moans]

What the f*ck have

you done, Michael?

Put him in the car.

Caroline.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Caroline, I'm sorry.

For the crash,

and everything you know.

I'm sorry.

Please, I'm sorry.

Please.

You f*cking terrify me.

[Car door shuts]

[Engine starts]

Michael.

[g*n clatters]

[Soft, dramatic music]

[Michael breathing deeply]

[Soft music plays - Among

The Trees by Michael Chapman]

Among the trees

I have lain and

passed my golden days

Among the trees

I have spent all

my summers in a haze

Of lazy afternoons,

watching all the rain

As it patterns the verandah,

then disappears again

Come the sun...

How I wish I could return

to those summers once again

How I wish I could just sit

in the presence of a friend

Making music or just listening

to the birds so far from sight

Watching as the dark shades

of evening turn to night

Gone the sun...

Among the trees

I have lain and

passed my golden days

Among the trees

I have spent all

my summers in a haze

Of lazy afternoons,

watching all the rain

As it patterns the verandah,

then disappears again

Gone the sun...

[Music ends]