On the Sea (2025) Movie Script
1
- Ioan, how are you doing?
- I'm okay.
- Then grip my hand.
Harder.
Take off your glove.
There's a flask
in the trailer there.
Go warm yourself.
You're no use to us if you
can't feel your fingers, right?
Go on.
Off you go, take five.
- You wanna go home,
go back to the boys?
No?
Wanna train with the lads?
Okay?
Stand up straight then.
Are you cool?
Good.
- Rhys, why aren't you
supervising your brothers?
- You're supervising
me, aren't you, Rhys?
- They know the drill, dad.
Talked them through
it enough times.
- Why does everything have to
be a fucking battle with you?
Just do as I fucking say.
- Spit it out, will you?
Your other lad should
have been here today.
You're too soft on Tom.
- Can you stand on the
scales for me, Jack?
Nice season for
you now, isn't it?
Be out and about, it's
all right, isn't it?
- Is it much?
- A few kilos.
You can get dressed now.
Are you worried?
- Not particularly.
You've been in remission
for over three years
now, haven't you?
...by 0600 tomorrow.
Decreasing to six.
Rough, very rough,
occasionally mild.
Becoming moderate.
- Dad.
- Get in.
- Why?
We're going into town.
- Ask your friends to put out
what they're smoking
and I'll drive you.
- They wanna walk.
- Ask them.
Come on, it's pissing down.
Get in.
- Dad, stop it.
Dad.
- You should have
been there today.
Put your seat belt on.
Who are those kids?
- Friends.
- Friends.
Where are they from?
I don't want you coming
up this way again.
Was it a good catch?
Yeah, it wasn't bad.
- Tom make it there, did he?
You think
I'm too soft on him?
- Dyfan tell you that?
- The other boys showed
today, even little Ioan.
You think Ioan was
there of his own choosing?
- Well, does it matter?
He showed.
- Don't forget,
going out tonight.
Jack, don't act like
you didn't know.
- I really like this.
- Thank you.
It's just an old thing, really.
- Is it?
- Yeah.
Oh, you
look beautiful.
- Thank you.
Excuse me a minute.
- Jack.
Will you dance with me?
- Maggie.
- Come on.
- No, come on.
- Please.
- No.
- Shh.
- Oh, Maggie, Maggie.
Are we really doing this?
- Get them started.
Come on.
- I forget how.
- See?
- Yeah, I'm dancing.
- Yeah, well relax
your shoulders.
- This makes me feel old.
- We are old.
That'll be us
before you know it.
No.
- That old boy's got
more vim than you.
Hey, what
are you doing here?
Just give
me what you owe me.
Then you can get
back to your duty.
You can't
just come in here.
It's a private party.
Right, so pay
me my wages and I'm gone.
- Come on.
Get the fuck out of here.
- Not until you pay me
what you fucking owe me.
Everything
okay here, boys.
I don't know.
You tell me.
I'm close to being evicted
and you boys have been
sitting on my wages
for nearly three weeks now.
- There are too many, we'll see.
And by the first
thing on Monday,
I give you my word, all right?
- Go on.
Get the fuck out of
here, you fucking scruff.
- What are you doing?
It's not your fight.
Fucking come on.
Hello, Lois
Thomas.
- Got back early.
- Are we?
How was your evening?
You get much studying done?
- I should go.
Jack
will run you home.
- I'll walk her back.
- Straight back, Tom.
Road's early tomorrow.
- Oh, come on, man.
You said Sunday and
I made plans for tomorrow.
- High neap's Sunday.
- I think he's made plans, Jack.
- We're leaving at seven.
We'll pick breakfast
up along the way.
Goodnight, Lois.
- Goodnight, Mr. Morgan.
- Go on.
Go see Lois home.
- All right, same
rhythm as your brothers.
One, two, three.
Keep it going.
One, two, stump, one.
- Uncle Jack.
There's something
you should see.
What is it?
- Hey.
What are you bloody doing?
Hey, hey!
Hey!
Fuck off, you fucking bastard.
Fucking idiot.
- Here we go.
- Hey.
Hey, what are you
saying, you old alchy?
- I said you're a bunch
of fucking idiots.
Now fuck off.
- Don't speak to me like that.
Who the fuck do
you think you are?
- Finn, leave it, mate.
- Piss off.
- Don't fucking push me.
- Hey!
Hey, come here.
What the fuck are
you talking about?
- I should put
you across my knee
and spank your ass, you toe rag.
Come on, let's
go, come on, let's go.
- Tom?
- Don't fucking push me.
- Hey, get out of my face.
Piss off. Take your
rats with you, go on.
- Come on, let's go.
- Go on!
- Tom.
- Fuck out of here.
Hey, what
the fuck?
- Is he okay?
What the bloody
hell are you doing?
- What the fuck are you doing?
- It wasn't me.
- Who are those little shits?
Get off me.
- What the fuck do you
think you're doing?
Get off me.
- Don't walk away from me.
- Dad, get off.
- You're hurting me.
- This your lad, Morgan.
- Aye.
- He needs a bloody good hidin'.
- Tom?
- I'm sorry.
- Were it you kids who butchered
that seal at Park's Head?
- What?
No.
No.
No.
- They were only
fooling around, Bernie.
Lad meant no harm.
Let's get you to the pub.
We'll get you warmed up.
- Get outta my sight.
Take your boy with you.
- Here.
Get him something warm.
Get yourself something too.
Come on.
- Need a hand there?
- Fucking dead weight, man.
Yeah, come on.
- Get your hands off of me.
- Come on, Bernie.
Get you-
- You and your passive family.
- Get you in.
Here we go.
Come on, there we go.
Okay, get you up.
Where are you heading?
- Just towards town?
- Jump in.
You new around here?
Since September.
- You like it?
- Don't mind.
Just go where the work is, like.
You from fishing?
- Scallops.
But diver scallops, though.
- You're not afraid
of the cold then.
- Fuck no.
The colder the better.
So they put their fat
on, hold their salt.
- They'll be panting for them
this time of year in London.
- Yes, they will.
Daft fucking bastards.
My old man had a
shed up in Oban.
Some of these chefs
would drive 300 miles
just for a couple of sacks.
- In Oban.
And you took the
weather with you, so.
And what's happened?
Did the dredges put
him out of business?
- Nah, his liver did, eh.
- You get into a spot of bother?
- I saw you there.
You saw me too.
- Richmonds have a habit
of upsetting people.
Did you get your wages?
- Yeah.
Got my money.
- Come on, Bernie.
We're at home.
Okay, get your feet out.
- All right?
Hey, we got you.
Okay.
Okay, there you go.
It's freezing in here.
So, have you
always worked in the beds?
- Yeah.
Three generations of us.
- You never lived
anywhere else, no?
- No.
Same stars wherever you go.
- So you've never
been to London.
- Been to London.
I liked it there.
- What about the place
up by the tin mines?
You been there?
I heard that's good for rabbits.
- I wouldn't know.
Ah.
See you.
- Hold up.
Can I get a lift?
- One of us should stay
till the wood burns down.
You're not that far.
- How do you know where I live?
- Where have you been?
I was calling you.
- Checking in on Bernie.
- Bernard?
Why?
- What's he doing here?
- I dunno.
Been here an hour.
Got the keys?
Tea's in the oven.
It shouldn't be too long.
- What is it?
- Read it.
- It doesn't make sense.
Hard Winds have bought
from us since forever.
Who have they gone to?
- Who do you think?
Richmond Brothers,
man.
They've been fishing us out
right under our noses.
- I don't see how we
make up this loss.
- I do.
- Boat?
Oh, so we're ripping
up the seabed now?
- No, no, no, no.
We're not dragging.
I'm talking about the
funding for the offshore,
like I showed you
fucking months ago.
You know?
But you weren't interested.
They would've been up
and running by now.
- And that's how you want
to live out your days.
Hmm?
On a floating raft in the
middle of the fucking sea.
Our customers like the
fact that we're not huge.
They like the fact that we're
out there on the straits.
From sea to bed to mussel
house, like we always were.
We'll have to scale back.
- How?
We barely made ground
rent last year.
How?
- There's four from your
household on the payroll.
I'm 50% of the company. I'm
paying 80% of the wages.
And who do you think
kept things alive
when you weren't here?
If it wasn't for my boys,
you'd have no fucking
business to come back to.
Hmm?
My lads, they worked
every weekend,
every day of their school
holidays for nothing.
Nothing.
It was our apprenticeship.
If you're gonna
start slinging mud,
I suggest you start looking a
bit closer to home, all right?
- This one of Dyfan's boys'?
It was in the truck.
- I'll take it in in the morning.
- What did he want?
- He's making a move.
I can't put my finger on it.
What do you mean?
- I don't know,
but without Tom, I'm
outnumbered here.
- The business
belongs to you and Dyfan.
It's nothing to
do with the boys.
Not until you hand it down.
- Tom used to plead with
me to come out on the beds.
He'll come around.
- But what if he doesn't?
- You look tired.
You should go to bed.
- You know, If he's not prepared
to muck in with his cousins
on the weekends, he can
get himself a Saturday job
like everyone else.
- I'll talk to him.
- Not doing him any favors.
- You can speak
to him about Lois.
- Lois?
Why?
- They were locked away in
here when I got in earlier.
- In our bed?
- They weren't being
discreet about it either.
They're too young.
We held out till we
were married, didn't we?
I don't want him doing
anything he might regret.
That's all.
- Bernie!
Bernie?
Oh shit.
Bernie, what happened?
Come on.
Fuck, you're on fire.
Let's get you up.
Come on.
- What the fuck is this?
Seindorf Beaumaris.
You're fan of the
coronet, are you, Thomas?
- Put it back, it's my dad's.
- Come on.
- It's my dad's.
Stop pissing about.
- Hey.
- Baby.
- You.
What's your name?
Yeah, you.
What's your name?
- Finn.
- Finn, get out.
Did you not hear me?
Get the fuck outta my house.
- Fuck's sake, Tom.
All right.
- What's going on?
Jack, what is it?
- They took off his leg.
What the fuck are you doing?
- Why are you here?
- Bernie, you must have heard.
- Of course I heard.
- Well, get ready then.
We're going out for him.
- I already took work.
- You didn't waste
much time, did you?
- Look, he's not
going back out to sea.
- I'll pay whatever he pays you.
It's just a few catches
to see him through winter.
Come on, Daniel.
- I told you, I took work.
It's all right.
Go back inside.
Here.
You ever been on a boat before?
- Have you ever lasted
more than two weeks on one?
- It's fresh, eh?
- I like it.
- Alright, well let's
see how you get on.
Good.
Good.
So this hooks onto here and
then that hoists, up we go.
There we go.
There you go. Simple.
Off we go.
To the ring.
- What are you doing?
Not the face.
Yeah.
What the fuck are
you playing at?
- So you've been together long,
you and your woman?
- Since we were 16.
- High school sweethearts, eh?
Saw you dancing.
Nice.
- What about you?
I wasn't
ever pretty enough
to be someone's sweetheart.
- Who was that before?
- He was just passing through.
Fancy a drink later?
- Not like this.
- Why?
- Ah, look at us.
We're rancid.
- I've got a couple
cans back at mine.
Clean up there if you want.
- Ah, maybe some other time.
- What's wrong with now?
- I don't think so.
I should, I should get going.
- You got my money?
Will you be going out again?
- Dunno.
- Well, I could
do with the work.
- Of course.
Right.
- The New Testament reading
is taken from 1 Corinthians,
chapter 10.
"And did all eat the
same spiritual meat
and did all drink the
same spiritual drink,
for the drank of that spiritual
rock that followed them.
And that rock was Christ.
But with many of them,
God was not well pleased
for they were overthrown
in the wilderness.
Now these things
were our examples
to the intent we should
not lust after evil things
as they also lusted."
- Hello, William.
- How are you?
- How's your mom?
- She's good.
Thank you.
She loves the
dress you made her.
Thank you.
- Give her my best, will you?
- I will indeed.
- What did he want?
- He was being courteous.
- Didn't know he had in him.
How is Bernie?
Oh, he's not
taking no visitors.
- Well the sister said, it's very
unlucky what happened to him.
- What I don't get
is how someone who's
lived their whole life
with the superstitions of the sea
takes a woman on board
in the first place.
- I didn't know
Bernie had a woman.
- I don't think Bernie
knew either, Maggie.
- Hey, come on.
Let's go, quick.
- Should see you
good for a few weeks.
Your heating's fixed.
Make sure to leave
it on for awhile.
Okay?
The nurses are saying you
won't let them wash you.
If they can't keep you clean,
they'll put you in a home.
You won't like that, Bernie.
Will you let me?
I'll see you in a few days.
Okay?
- Pint of lager, please.
- All right?
- Didn't expect
to see you again.
Thought the wanderlust
might have got to you.
- Oh, I was thinking about it.
So did you take the boat out?
- Yeah.
I could have
done with the work.
- Yeah.
Well, it was a good
thing you did.
Down to him now.
- What are you having?
- Jack?
Jack?
Here.
- I'm all right, thanks.
- You been up to much?
- Few bits.
Might have me a couple of
weeks raking over in Conway.
- So we're rivals now.
- Jack, what's wrong?
Do you not wanna
sit with the men?
- See you then.
- Hey.
- Listen, sorry
about my brother.
He can...
Oh, fuck.
- You want a beer?
Your brother's a fucking prick.
I see him looking at
me like that again...
Sorry
about your lip.
- It's all right.
What is that?
Shark bite?
Do you wanna go out for a bit?
- I live here.
This is my town.
- Just for a drink, chill.
Hi.
Your tea's in the oven.
- Tom, I can do with the
hand over at Bernie's.
- He's helping me clear up here.
Maybe next time, Jack.
- Do you think
that's a good idea,
what you're doing back there?
- Dunno.
Why don't you ask him yourself?
I'm gonna give him a wash.
He stinks to fuck.
It's good, eh?
- Yeah.
- It is.
- Well, can you talk to him?
I don't want him carrying
that kind of weight around.
He blames himself what's
happened with Bernie.
Maybe he needs to
speak to someone.
- He doesn't need
to speak to anyone.
Jack,
you didn't see him.
You are punishing him
again, aren't you?
- No, I'm not
punishing him, Maggie.
There's a man out there
that's lost everything.
I can't make that go away.
I'll take him out tomorrow.
Okay?
We can go for breakfast
up at that place he likes.
He starts
work tomorrow.
- Starts work?
How do you mean?
- He took a Saturday job.
Where?
- The new place over by Clark.
It was your idea, Jack.
You said if he didn't
want to help out-
- I know what I said, Maggie.
Did you help him?
Did you help him find the job?
How have you been?
- Good, you?
- Good.
- Okay.
Did it hurt you?
- No.
You should watch how
you go with that.
Creeps up on you.
- Old age?
- No, not that.
- Is that where
the shark bite is?
- What's with the
birds, your etchings?
- Ah, I like them.
Pick them up here
and there, you know?
- You like it
outside, don't you?
- Eh, it's not a bad life.
Don't have to answer to anyone.
Can get lonely sometimes.
Ah.
Let me know if
there's any tenderness.
Is there anything else
besides the passing of blood?
- I sometimes catch
my breath a little.
For how long?
- A few weeks.
Any cough?
- No.
Sometimes hurts to breathe deep.
- Can you show me where.
- Could we keep this
between ourselves please?
I don't want to worry
Maggie unnecessarily.
- When I was about six or seven,
I asked my teacher
how much longer
I had left to go at school.
I thought she was gonna say like
a couple years or something.
She said 10 years,
12, if you stay on.
I couldn't take that.
I was like, just got
down on the floor,
bawled my eyes out,
wouldn't get up.
She tried to drag me back
to my desk, so I bit her.
She phoned my dad to come
and pick me up right away,
and all the way home,
I was just blacking it,
just thinking he's gonna fucking
lay it on me when I get in.
I'm getting it.
We got home.
He lit a fire
and he said, "So you're
not for school, Danny."
And that was it.
Never went back.
- What about your mom?
- I didn't know her.
She, she found a guy
to take care of her.
Good luck to her.
What about you?
- I liked school.
I like learning.
If it wasn't for
the farm, I dunno,
might have gone somewhere,
done something else.
- Fancy a game of pool.
- Pool?
- Aye, at the pub
- Don't be fucking daft.
- Alright, well there's
a place up by Holyhead.
No one will know you
there, have a drink.
- You want me to drive all the
way to Holyhead for a drink?
I'll run you home.
Let's pick something
up along the way.
- Will you stay?
- Maggie's friends
own that place?
- What is this?
- Where are you going?
I'm not going
back to the caravan,
that fucking shithole.
- We had a good time out there.
What's the matter with you?
- What's the matter with me?
It's nothing the matter
with me, mate.
Why can't you just have
a game of pool, with me?
What's the fucking problem?
Don't be a prick.
- This is really good, Maggie.
- Thank you.
- I don't think I've ever
tasted lamb this tender.
It's not
witchcraft, Dyfan.
It's just the soil
and the salt wash.
- I hear Tom started
work in that new cafe.
- He seems to be
enjoying it, yes.
It's a bit of pocket
money for him.
- Can't have been easy after
what happened with Bernard?
- It wasn't his fault, Iris?
- No one's saying that.
No, I wasn't.
Of course it wasn't his fault.
It's okay.
- You were on his boat
today, weren't you?
- Yes, I was.
- You weren't dredging.
- No.
- What were you doing?
- I was checking the boat over.
Taking it further out.
He's putting her up for sale.
- It's very good
of his deckhand,
making himself
available like that.
But he can't have
known him long.
- Well, you're either
made of the right stuff
or you're not, Dyfan.
Isn't that what dad used to say
to you?
- Were there others?
Will you answer me, Jack?
- No.
No.
But...
but I always wanted to.
- I want you out.
You hear?
I want you out.
- I'm so sorry, Maggie.
- Hold on.
We're gonna buy you out.
I'm not selling.
- It's a majority decision.
- What majority?
It's me and you. That's it.
It's for the best.
- You can't fucking do that.
- You gotta do the
honorable thing.
You gotta go
or you're gonna drag
us all down with you.
- Get out of my way.
There's work to be done.
Tom.
I don't want to see you.
- Come on.
Don't cut me out of
your life like this.
- Everybody's talking about you,
what you were doing
out on that boat,
and in his shitty caravan.
- Hey, come on, it's alright.
- No, just get
your hands off me.
- Okay, well just come and
sit in the truck with me.
- No, I don't want to.
- We don't need to talk.
Just come and sit in the truck.
- Just get off me.
- Okay, okay, okay.
You are a coward, dad.
- Usual, please
- Take your seat.
- Where are you headed?
- Dunno.
- Will you be coming back?
- No, I don't think so, eh?
Look, everyone has a choice.
Either live a lie
or you don't.
- My marriage isn't a lie.
- And what we had out there,
that wasn't a lie, either.
I'll have
some chips, please.
- Would you like any sauce?
- Ah, no thanks.
- Would you like any
chip salt or vinegar?
- No, thank you.
- Give me 10 minutes to ready it, sir.
- Okay.
- Thank you.
- Mr. Morgan.
How are you?
I've just been with
Tom, not long left him.
- How is he?
- He's okay.
You know what he's like.
He'll come around soon enough.
Anyway, I should, yeah,
I should get going.
Mom will be waiting for me.
Goodnight, Mr. Morgan.
- Goodnight, Lois.
Yes?
It's me,
Jack, Doctor Hughes.
- Door's open.
- They've been trying
to get hold of you.
- Jack!
I want you to come home.
- Maggie, I can't.
Three to five.
Increasing six to seven later,
perhaps gale eight later.
Slight or moderate,
occasionally roughly,
with a southwestern flight
and also later elsewhere.
Showers, rain later.
Perhaps thundering.
Good, occasionally poor.
White, Portland,
Plymouth, southwest,
three to five becoming cyclone.
Mainly southwest.
Five to seven.
Perhaps gale eight later.
Light or moderate,
becoming moderate or rough.
Dyfan has
made an offer on the farm.
- It's a good price, Maggie.
We should sell.
Is it soon?
Do you
want to talk about it?
- No.
But will you tell
me when it's time?
I'm going to Lois's.
I saw him at Holyhead.
He's working on one
of the trawlers there.
- Do you remember
that cottage we rented
before we were married
up, in the forest?
- I was thinking about
it the other day.
We swam in the lake.
It was almost November.
- And you remember the
man who lost his dog
in the storm by the lake?
I saw the way he looked at you,
the way you looked at him.
You went back for him.
I know.
- I wanted to tell you, Maggie,
but I couldn't.
I think, I think how different
things would've been
if, if I had.
I'm so glad that
I didn't, Maggie.
- Dyfan.
All right?
- All right, Tom.
Everything okay?
- All right.
- What are you doing?
What are you doing?
You wouldn't last 10
minutes here, boy.
No way.
- Where do you want me?
- Tom, over here.
- There's someone
here to see you.
- Hello, sea dog.
- Look at you.
You caught the sun.
- Aye.
I like this washed out junkie
look that you've got, man.
Suits you.
- And I can smell
the sea on you.
- We should take
it out again, eh?
- That would be nice.
- Ioan, how are you doing?
- I'm okay.
- Then grip my hand.
Harder.
Take off your glove.
There's a flask
in the trailer there.
Go warm yourself.
You're no use to us if you
can't feel your fingers, right?
Go on.
Off you go, take five.
- You wanna go home,
go back to the boys?
No?
Wanna train with the lads?
Okay?
Stand up straight then.
Are you cool?
Good.
- Rhys, why aren't you
supervising your brothers?
- You're supervising
me, aren't you, Rhys?
- They know the drill, dad.
Talked them through
it enough times.
- Why does everything have to
be a fucking battle with you?
Just do as I fucking say.
- Spit it out, will you?
Your other lad should
have been here today.
You're too soft on Tom.
- Can you stand on the
scales for me, Jack?
Nice season for
you now, isn't it?
Be out and about, it's
all right, isn't it?
- Is it much?
- A few kilos.
You can get dressed now.
Are you worried?
- Not particularly.
You've been in remission
for over three years
now, haven't you?
...by 0600 tomorrow.
Decreasing to six.
Rough, very rough,
occasionally mild.
Becoming moderate.
- Dad.
- Get in.
- Why?
We're going into town.
- Ask your friends to put out
what they're smoking
and I'll drive you.
- They wanna walk.
- Ask them.
Come on, it's pissing down.
Get in.
- Dad, stop it.
Dad.
- You should have
been there today.
Put your seat belt on.
Who are those kids?
- Friends.
- Friends.
Where are they from?
I don't want you coming
up this way again.
Was it a good catch?
Yeah, it wasn't bad.
- Tom make it there, did he?
You think
I'm too soft on him?
- Dyfan tell you that?
- The other boys showed
today, even little Ioan.
You think Ioan was
there of his own choosing?
- Well, does it matter?
He showed.
- Don't forget,
going out tonight.
Jack, don't act like
you didn't know.
- I really like this.
- Thank you.
It's just an old thing, really.
- Is it?
- Yeah.
Oh, you
look beautiful.
- Thank you.
Excuse me a minute.
- Jack.
Will you dance with me?
- Maggie.
- Come on.
- No, come on.
- Please.
- No.
- Shh.
- Oh, Maggie, Maggie.
Are we really doing this?
- Get them started.
Come on.
- I forget how.
- See?
- Yeah, I'm dancing.
- Yeah, well relax
your shoulders.
- This makes me feel old.
- We are old.
That'll be us
before you know it.
No.
- That old boy's got
more vim than you.
Hey, what
are you doing here?
Just give
me what you owe me.
Then you can get
back to your duty.
You can't
just come in here.
It's a private party.
Right, so pay
me my wages and I'm gone.
- Come on.
Get the fuck out of here.
- Not until you pay me
what you fucking owe me.
Everything
okay here, boys.
I don't know.
You tell me.
I'm close to being evicted
and you boys have been
sitting on my wages
for nearly three weeks now.
- There are too many, we'll see.
And by the first
thing on Monday,
I give you my word, all right?
- Go on.
Get the fuck out of
here, you fucking scruff.
- What are you doing?
It's not your fight.
Fucking come on.
Hello, Lois
Thomas.
- Got back early.
- Are we?
How was your evening?
You get much studying done?
- I should go.
Jack
will run you home.
- I'll walk her back.
- Straight back, Tom.
Road's early tomorrow.
- Oh, come on, man.
You said Sunday and
I made plans for tomorrow.
- High neap's Sunday.
- I think he's made plans, Jack.
- We're leaving at seven.
We'll pick breakfast
up along the way.
Goodnight, Lois.
- Goodnight, Mr. Morgan.
- Go on.
Go see Lois home.
- All right, same
rhythm as your brothers.
One, two, three.
Keep it going.
One, two, stump, one.
- Uncle Jack.
There's something
you should see.
What is it?
- Hey.
What are you bloody doing?
Hey, hey!
Hey!
Fuck off, you fucking bastard.
Fucking idiot.
- Here we go.
- Hey.
Hey, what are you
saying, you old alchy?
- I said you're a bunch
of fucking idiots.
Now fuck off.
- Don't speak to me like that.
Who the fuck do
you think you are?
- Finn, leave it, mate.
- Piss off.
- Don't fucking push me.
- Hey!
Hey, come here.
What the fuck are
you talking about?
- I should put
you across my knee
and spank your ass, you toe rag.
Come on, let's
go, come on, let's go.
- Tom?
- Don't fucking push me.
- Hey, get out of my face.
Piss off. Take your
rats with you, go on.
- Come on, let's go.
- Go on!
- Tom.
- Fuck out of here.
Hey, what
the fuck?
- Is he okay?
What the bloody
hell are you doing?
- What the fuck are you doing?
- It wasn't me.
- Who are those little shits?
Get off me.
- What the fuck do you
think you're doing?
Get off me.
- Don't walk away from me.
- Dad, get off.
- You're hurting me.
- This your lad, Morgan.
- Aye.
- He needs a bloody good hidin'.
- Tom?
- I'm sorry.
- Were it you kids who butchered
that seal at Park's Head?
- What?
No.
No.
No.
- They were only
fooling around, Bernie.
Lad meant no harm.
Let's get you to the pub.
We'll get you warmed up.
- Get outta my sight.
Take your boy with you.
- Here.
Get him something warm.
Get yourself something too.
Come on.
- Need a hand there?
- Fucking dead weight, man.
Yeah, come on.
- Get your hands off of me.
- Come on, Bernie.
Get you-
- You and your passive family.
- Get you in.
Here we go.
Come on, there we go.
Okay, get you up.
Where are you heading?
- Just towards town?
- Jump in.
You new around here?
Since September.
- You like it?
- Don't mind.
Just go where the work is, like.
You from fishing?
- Scallops.
But diver scallops, though.
- You're not afraid
of the cold then.
- Fuck no.
The colder the better.
So they put their fat
on, hold their salt.
- They'll be panting for them
this time of year in London.
- Yes, they will.
Daft fucking bastards.
My old man had a
shed up in Oban.
Some of these chefs
would drive 300 miles
just for a couple of sacks.
- In Oban.
And you took the
weather with you, so.
And what's happened?
Did the dredges put
him out of business?
- Nah, his liver did, eh.
- You get into a spot of bother?
- I saw you there.
You saw me too.
- Richmonds have a habit
of upsetting people.
Did you get your wages?
- Yeah.
Got my money.
- Come on, Bernie.
We're at home.
Okay, get your feet out.
- All right?
Hey, we got you.
Okay.
Okay, there you go.
It's freezing in here.
So, have you
always worked in the beds?
- Yeah.
Three generations of us.
- You never lived
anywhere else, no?
- No.
Same stars wherever you go.
- So you've never
been to London.
- Been to London.
I liked it there.
- What about the place
up by the tin mines?
You been there?
I heard that's good for rabbits.
- I wouldn't know.
Ah.
See you.
- Hold up.
Can I get a lift?
- One of us should stay
till the wood burns down.
You're not that far.
- How do you know where I live?
- Where have you been?
I was calling you.
- Checking in on Bernie.
- Bernard?
Why?
- What's he doing here?
- I dunno.
Been here an hour.
Got the keys?
Tea's in the oven.
It shouldn't be too long.
- What is it?
- Read it.
- It doesn't make sense.
Hard Winds have bought
from us since forever.
Who have they gone to?
- Who do you think?
Richmond Brothers,
man.
They've been fishing us out
right under our noses.
- I don't see how we
make up this loss.
- I do.
- Boat?
Oh, so we're ripping
up the seabed now?
- No, no, no, no.
We're not dragging.
I'm talking about the
funding for the offshore,
like I showed you
fucking months ago.
You know?
But you weren't interested.
They would've been up
and running by now.
- And that's how you want
to live out your days.
Hmm?
On a floating raft in the
middle of the fucking sea.
Our customers like the
fact that we're not huge.
They like the fact that we're
out there on the straits.
From sea to bed to mussel
house, like we always were.
We'll have to scale back.
- How?
We barely made ground
rent last year.
How?
- There's four from your
household on the payroll.
I'm 50% of the company. I'm
paying 80% of the wages.
And who do you think
kept things alive
when you weren't here?
If it wasn't for my boys,
you'd have no fucking
business to come back to.
Hmm?
My lads, they worked
every weekend,
every day of their school
holidays for nothing.
Nothing.
It was our apprenticeship.
If you're gonna
start slinging mud,
I suggest you start looking a
bit closer to home, all right?
- This one of Dyfan's boys'?
It was in the truck.
- I'll take it in in the morning.
- What did he want?
- He's making a move.
I can't put my finger on it.
What do you mean?
- I don't know,
but without Tom, I'm
outnumbered here.
- The business
belongs to you and Dyfan.
It's nothing to
do with the boys.
Not until you hand it down.
- Tom used to plead with
me to come out on the beds.
He'll come around.
- But what if he doesn't?
- You look tired.
You should go to bed.
- You know, If he's not prepared
to muck in with his cousins
on the weekends, he can
get himself a Saturday job
like everyone else.
- I'll talk to him.
- Not doing him any favors.
- You can speak
to him about Lois.
- Lois?
Why?
- They were locked away in
here when I got in earlier.
- In our bed?
- They weren't being
discreet about it either.
They're too young.
We held out till we
were married, didn't we?
I don't want him doing
anything he might regret.
That's all.
- Bernie!
Bernie?
Oh shit.
Bernie, what happened?
Come on.
Fuck, you're on fire.
Let's get you up.
Come on.
- What the fuck is this?
Seindorf Beaumaris.
You're fan of the
coronet, are you, Thomas?
- Put it back, it's my dad's.
- Come on.
- It's my dad's.
Stop pissing about.
- Hey.
- Baby.
- You.
What's your name?
Yeah, you.
What's your name?
- Finn.
- Finn, get out.
Did you not hear me?
Get the fuck outta my house.
- Fuck's sake, Tom.
All right.
- What's going on?
Jack, what is it?
- They took off his leg.
What the fuck are you doing?
- Why are you here?
- Bernie, you must have heard.
- Of course I heard.
- Well, get ready then.
We're going out for him.
- I already took work.
- You didn't waste
much time, did you?
- Look, he's not
going back out to sea.
- I'll pay whatever he pays you.
It's just a few catches
to see him through winter.
Come on, Daniel.
- I told you, I took work.
It's all right.
Go back inside.
Here.
You ever been on a boat before?
- Have you ever lasted
more than two weeks on one?
- It's fresh, eh?
- I like it.
- Alright, well let's
see how you get on.
Good.
Good.
So this hooks onto here and
then that hoists, up we go.
There we go.
There you go. Simple.
Off we go.
To the ring.
- What are you doing?
Not the face.
Yeah.
What the fuck are
you playing at?
- So you've been together long,
you and your woman?
- Since we were 16.
- High school sweethearts, eh?
Saw you dancing.
Nice.
- What about you?
I wasn't
ever pretty enough
to be someone's sweetheart.
- Who was that before?
- He was just passing through.
Fancy a drink later?
- Not like this.
- Why?
- Ah, look at us.
We're rancid.
- I've got a couple
cans back at mine.
Clean up there if you want.
- Ah, maybe some other time.
- What's wrong with now?
- I don't think so.
I should, I should get going.
- You got my money?
Will you be going out again?
- Dunno.
- Well, I could
do with the work.
- Of course.
Right.
- The New Testament reading
is taken from 1 Corinthians,
chapter 10.
"And did all eat the
same spiritual meat
and did all drink the
same spiritual drink,
for the drank of that spiritual
rock that followed them.
And that rock was Christ.
But with many of them,
God was not well pleased
for they were overthrown
in the wilderness.
Now these things
were our examples
to the intent we should
not lust after evil things
as they also lusted."
- Hello, William.
- How are you?
- How's your mom?
- She's good.
Thank you.
She loves the
dress you made her.
Thank you.
- Give her my best, will you?
- I will indeed.
- What did he want?
- He was being courteous.
- Didn't know he had in him.
How is Bernie?
Oh, he's not
taking no visitors.
- Well the sister said, it's very
unlucky what happened to him.
- What I don't get
is how someone who's
lived their whole life
with the superstitions of the sea
takes a woman on board
in the first place.
- I didn't know
Bernie had a woman.
- I don't think Bernie
knew either, Maggie.
- Hey, come on.
Let's go, quick.
- Should see you
good for a few weeks.
Your heating's fixed.
Make sure to leave
it on for awhile.
Okay?
The nurses are saying you
won't let them wash you.
If they can't keep you clean,
they'll put you in a home.
You won't like that, Bernie.
Will you let me?
I'll see you in a few days.
Okay?
- Pint of lager, please.
- All right?
- Didn't expect
to see you again.
Thought the wanderlust
might have got to you.
- Oh, I was thinking about it.
So did you take the boat out?
- Yeah.
I could have
done with the work.
- Yeah.
Well, it was a good
thing you did.
Down to him now.
- What are you having?
- Jack?
Jack?
Here.
- I'm all right, thanks.
- You been up to much?
- Few bits.
Might have me a couple of
weeks raking over in Conway.
- So we're rivals now.
- Jack, what's wrong?
Do you not wanna
sit with the men?
- See you then.
- Hey.
- Listen, sorry
about my brother.
He can...
Oh, fuck.
- You want a beer?
Your brother's a fucking prick.
I see him looking at
me like that again...
Sorry
about your lip.
- It's all right.
What is that?
Shark bite?
Do you wanna go out for a bit?
- I live here.
This is my town.
- Just for a drink, chill.
Hi.
Your tea's in the oven.
- Tom, I can do with the
hand over at Bernie's.
- He's helping me clear up here.
Maybe next time, Jack.
- Do you think
that's a good idea,
what you're doing back there?
- Dunno.
Why don't you ask him yourself?
I'm gonna give him a wash.
He stinks to fuck.
It's good, eh?
- Yeah.
- It is.
- Well, can you talk to him?
I don't want him carrying
that kind of weight around.
He blames himself what's
happened with Bernie.
Maybe he needs to
speak to someone.
- He doesn't need
to speak to anyone.
Jack,
you didn't see him.
You are punishing him
again, aren't you?
- No, I'm not
punishing him, Maggie.
There's a man out there
that's lost everything.
I can't make that go away.
I'll take him out tomorrow.
Okay?
We can go for breakfast
up at that place he likes.
He starts
work tomorrow.
- Starts work?
How do you mean?
- He took a Saturday job.
Where?
- The new place over by Clark.
It was your idea, Jack.
You said if he didn't
want to help out-
- I know what I said, Maggie.
Did you help him?
Did you help him find the job?
How have you been?
- Good, you?
- Good.
- Okay.
Did it hurt you?
- No.
You should watch how
you go with that.
Creeps up on you.
- Old age?
- No, not that.
- Is that where
the shark bite is?
- What's with the
birds, your etchings?
- Ah, I like them.
Pick them up here
and there, you know?
- You like it
outside, don't you?
- Eh, it's not a bad life.
Don't have to answer to anyone.
Can get lonely sometimes.
Ah.
Let me know if
there's any tenderness.
Is there anything else
besides the passing of blood?
- I sometimes catch
my breath a little.
For how long?
- A few weeks.
Any cough?
- No.
Sometimes hurts to breathe deep.
- Can you show me where.
- Could we keep this
between ourselves please?
I don't want to worry
Maggie unnecessarily.
- When I was about six or seven,
I asked my teacher
how much longer
I had left to go at school.
I thought she was gonna say like
a couple years or something.
She said 10 years,
12, if you stay on.
I couldn't take that.
I was like, just got
down on the floor,
bawled my eyes out,
wouldn't get up.
She tried to drag me back
to my desk, so I bit her.
She phoned my dad to come
and pick me up right away,
and all the way home,
I was just blacking it,
just thinking he's gonna fucking
lay it on me when I get in.
I'm getting it.
We got home.
He lit a fire
and he said, "So you're
not for school, Danny."
And that was it.
Never went back.
- What about your mom?
- I didn't know her.
She, she found a guy
to take care of her.
Good luck to her.
What about you?
- I liked school.
I like learning.
If it wasn't for
the farm, I dunno,
might have gone somewhere,
done something else.
- Fancy a game of pool.
- Pool?
- Aye, at the pub
- Don't be fucking daft.
- Alright, well there's
a place up by Holyhead.
No one will know you
there, have a drink.
- You want me to drive all the
way to Holyhead for a drink?
I'll run you home.
Let's pick something
up along the way.
- Will you stay?
- Maggie's friends
own that place?
- What is this?
- Where are you going?
I'm not going
back to the caravan,
that fucking shithole.
- We had a good time out there.
What's the matter with you?
- What's the matter with me?
It's nothing the matter
with me, mate.
Why can't you just have
a game of pool, with me?
What's the fucking problem?
Don't be a prick.
- This is really good, Maggie.
- Thank you.
- I don't think I've ever
tasted lamb this tender.
It's not
witchcraft, Dyfan.
It's just the soil
and the salt wash.
- I hear Tom started
work in that new cafe.
- He seems to be
enjoying it, yes.
It's a bit of pocket
money for him.
- Can't have been easy after
what happened with Bernard?
- It wasn't his fault, Iris?
- No one's saying that.
No, I wasn't.
Of course it wasn't his fault.
It's okay.
- You were on his boat
today, weren't you?
- Yes, I was.
- You weren't dredging.
- No.
- What were you doing?
- I was checking the boat over.
Taking it further out.
He's putting her up for sale.
- It's very good
of his deckhand,
making himself
available like that.
But he can't have
known him long.
- Well, you're either
made of the right stuff
or you're not, Dyfan.
Isn't that what dad used to say
to you?
- Were there others?
Will you answer me, Jack?
- No.
No.
But...
but I always wanted to.
- I want you out.
You hear?
I want you out.
- I'm so sorry, Maggie.
- Hold on.
We're gonna buy you out.
I'm not selling.
- It's a majority decision.
- What majority?
It's me and you. That's it.
It's for the best.
- You can't fucking do that.
- You gotta do the
honorable thing.
You gotta go
or you're gonna drag
us all down with you.
- Get out of my way.
There's work to be done.
Tom.
I don't want to see you.
- Come on.
Don't cut me out of
your life like this.
- Everybody's talking about you,
what you were doing
out on that boat,
and in his shitty caravan.
- Hey, come on, it's alright.
- No, just get
your hands off me.
- Okay, well just come and
sit in the truck with me.
- No, I don't want to.
- We don't need to talk.
Just come and sit in the truck.
- Just get off me.
- Okay, okay, okay.
You are a coward, dad.
- Usual, please
- Take your seat.
- Where are you headed?
- Dunno.
- Will you be coming back?
- No, I don't think so, eh?
Look, everyone has a choice.
Either live a lie
or you don't.
- My marriage isn't a lie.
- And what we had out there,
that wasn't a lie, either.
I'll have
some chips, please.
- Would you like any sauce?
- Ah, no thanks.
- Would you like any
chip salt or vinegar?
- No, thank you.
- Give me 10 minutes to ready it, sir.
- Okay.
- Thank you.
- Mr. Morgan.
How are you?
I've just been with
Tom, not long left him.
- How is he?
- He's okay.
You know what he's like.
He'll come around soon enough.
Anyway, I should, yeah,
I should get going.
Mom will be waiting for me.
Goodnight, Mr. Morgan.
- Goodnight, Lois.
Yes?
It's me,
Jack, Doctor Hughes.
- Door's open.
- They've been trying
to get hold of you.
- Jack!
I want you to come home.
- Maggie, I can't.
Three to five.
Increasing six to seven later,
perhaps gale eight later.
Slight or moderate,
occasionally roughly,
with a southwestern flight
and also later elsewhere.
Showers, rain later.
Perhaps thundering.
Good, occasionally poor.
White, Portland,
Plymouth, southwest,
three to five becoming cyclone.
Mainly southwest.
Five to seven.
Perhaps gale eight later.
Light or moderate,
becoming moderate or rough.
Dyfan has
made an offer on the farm.
- It's a good price, Maggie.
We should sell.
Is it soon?
Do you
want to talk about it?
- No.
But will you tell
me when it's time?
I'm going to Lois's.
I saw him at Holyhead.
He's working on one
of the trawlers there.
- Do you remember
that cottage we rented
before we were married
up, in the forest?
- I was thinking about
it the other day.
We swam in the lake.
It was almost November.
- And you remember the
man who lost his dog
in the storm by the lake?
I saw the way he looked at you,
the way you looked at him.
You went back for him.
I know.
- I wanted to tell you, Maggie,
but I couldn't.
I think, I think how different
things would've been
if, if I had.
I'm so glad that
I didn't, Maggie.
- Dyfan.
All right?
- All right, Tom.
Everything okay?
- All right.
- What are you doing?
What are you doing?
You wouldn't last 10
minutes here, boy.
No way.
- Where do you want me?
- Tom, over here.
- There's someone
here to see you.
- Hello, sea dog.
- Look at you.
You caught the sun.
- Aye.
I like this washed out junkie
look that you've got, man.
Suits you.
- And I can smell
the sea on you.
- We should take
it out again, eh?
- That would be nice.