Bring Them Down (2024) Movie Script

1
[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.
Fucking some cunt's going
round, cutting the legs off.
Doesn't even kill them.
Do 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.
[In Irish]
[In Irish]
[In English] Tell the miserable
old bollocks 'fuck 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 fucking taking them.
Like fuck.
[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 fucking come get them.
[Man] Now!
[Percussion intensifies]
[Gary exclaims] Let's go!
[Rhythmic percussion]
[Faintly] Fucking hell.
Fucking cunt.
Fucking cunt, I'll kill 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?
Fuck 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 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?
[Caroline] Gary.
Thanks for the lift.
Now fuck 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 fuck.
[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 fuck!
[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! Fuck's sake.
[Engine starts, accelerates]
Fuck.
[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]
Fuck.
You fuck.
[In Irish]
Fuck 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 fucking misery.
Take us all down with him.
What we gonna do?
Get in!
Fuckin' away like! [Laughs]
[Boy, cheerful] Hey!
Fuckin' up you cuntbag!
[Gary] Wanker.
[Boy laughs]
[Gary] Love thy
fucking neighbour.
Turnip headed cunt.
[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 fucking 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 fucking 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 fucking bridge.
If it wasn't for
the fucking 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...
Fucking pathetic.
- [Clattering]
- Get your
fucking hands off me!
[Gary] I'm sorry, Caroline.
[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.
[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 fucking
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?
Kill them.
[Sheep bleats]
I'm going to get the gun, 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] Fuck.
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? Fuck 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.
Fuckin' build it, so.
He doesn't have the money.
He's talking shite telling you
that, he doesn't have the.
[Tyres screech] Fucking 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 faggot!
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
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.
[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]
Fucking come on.
[Boy] I am, hold her still.
- What the fuck 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 fuckin'...
[Boy] Make some money.
I knew you were going to fucking
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
fuck 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]
Fuck. Ah!
- [Mac cries, whimpers]
- [Jack exclaims in pain]
We need to move.
We need to move.
What are you fucking around
with the dog for? Come on.
We need to move.
- Get in the fucking van.
- [Jack moans]
Now, now, we're grand.
- [Jack grunts]
- [Music blasts from stereo]
Go!
Go, he's fucking coming, go!
Ah!
Go!
Whoa!
- [Jack] Hey!
- [Michael screams outside]
Fucker!
- [Jack] You're gonna hit him!
- [Boy] Fuck!
- [Boy] Fuck 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.
- [Explosion]
- [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 fucking done for us.
[Caroline] This is on you.
[Gary] Oh, right, yeah, 'cause
it would never be your fault,
would it?
Fucking bitch.
- [Slap]
- [Gary] Fuck.
Don't... fuck! [He grunts]
[Slap]
- [Gary] Fuck...
- Piss off, you heard!
[Gary screams; Clattering]
[Gary] Stop it,
fucking, ah, fuck!
[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 shit up there.
[Sheep bleats]
[Gary sighs]
I told you to kill them!
You're as useless as her!
[Gary grunts]
Fuck!
Fuck.
[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
shit 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 gunshot wound.
What the fuck?
[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.
Fucking 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 fucked.
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!
Fuck that...
[Jack] What the fuck?
- [Ray, in Irish]
- [Jack] Fuck.
[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] Fuck!
[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
fucking killed 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 fucking gate.
[Jack cries] What do you want?
[Both thud, gasp]
[Jack moans]
[Michael] Oh shit!
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 fuck 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 fucking terrify me.
[Car door shuts]
[Engine starts]
Michael.
[Gun 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]