The Salt Path (2024) Movie Script
1
(WIND HOWLING)
(WIND GUSTING)
(RUMBLING)
(FABRIC RUSTLING IN WIND)
(GRUNTING AND STRAINING)
(GRUNTS)
(RAY SCREAMING)
-Leave it!
-I'm not leaving it!
MOTH: What is it, about 500
miles all the way round?
Yeah, well, Paddy Dillon
here says it's over 600.
Wow.
-We've walked before.
-Yeah.
For a day. In our twenties.
What if I pass out on a cliff?
What alternative
do we have, anyway?
Huh.
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
MOTH: Oh, don't... Don't
waste all the battery.
We don't know when
we can recharge.
Oh, we're not going
to the desert.
(CAMERA CLICKS)
MOTH: Get the sea in.
Not of me. Of the sea.
I'll get the three of us.
Hang on.
(CAMERA CLICKS)
That's nice.
Shall we?
Got nothing better to do.
(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCANNOUNCEMENT ON PA)
(SEAGULLS CALLING)
(MOTH GROANS)
(PANTING)
RAY: Oh, God.
Oh.
(MOTH PANTING AND GROANING)
Do you want me to take the tent?
No, I'm all right. Got it.
(MOTH GRUNTS)
-I've got an idea.
-Yeah?
If I, erm...
If I take some of the...
-Pull the weight on to that.
-Yeah.
(GROANS)
Oh, Jesus.
How's that?
Paddy definitely says it
drifts a little uphill.
(SCOFFS)
If this is drifting,
we're in serious shit if
he says it's quite steep.
(CHUCKLES)
-(GROANS)
-All right?
-Yeah.
-Yeah?
It's good.
Go on.
(GRUNTING)
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
(MOTH PANTING)
(GROANING)
Moth? All right?
(PANTING)
Let's stop here for the night.
I bet Paddy didn't stop here.
I think we've
covered a third of what he did.
-But we're not in a hurry.
-No.
(ANIMAL SNORTS)
(MOTH CHUCKLES)
Oh, what's that?
Where shall we pitch?
(MOTH GRUNTS)
Thanks.
-You all right?
-Yeah.
(SLURPS)
(WIND BLOWING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(MOTH SNORING)
-Oh, God.
-(MOTH CONTINUES SNORING)
(RAY EXHALES)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(TENT UNZIPPING)
(SOFTLY) Oh, God.
(SIGHS)
(DOG BARKING)
RAY: Shit.
Morning.
Morning.
Oh.
You, er, can't camp
here, you know.
Right.
Well, we're just leaving.
MOTH: Locals seem friendly.
-You ready?
-Er...
Yeah. Yeah, I can't
move my arms and my legs, but...
apart from that, good to go.
(BOTH GRUNT)
-Grab my hand.
-Yeah.
-Grab my hand.
-Yeah.
Lift me up.
God...
Oh, God. Just go ahead.
(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
Cooper! Cooper,
you piece of shit!
-No, no, no. No, don't...
-Look me in the eye!
Coward.
(SOMBRE MUSIC RESUMES PLAYING)
ROWAN: Mum?
How did it go?
Yeah...
it was, er...
it was bad.
But you... you had the letter.
You said that would
change everything.
Yeah, well, it didn't. The
judge wouldn't accept it.
(MOTH SIGHS)
-What?
-MOTH: Let's go inside
-and talk it all through.
-What did they say?
Five days.
-ROWAN: For what?
-It's all right.
No one's dead. (CHUCKLES)
You know, just the house...
Well, everything. They're...
They're taking it.
We gotta pack it
up in five days.
You kids can have your
summer exactly as planned.
ROWAN: Dad... MOTH: Come on.
Let's put the kettle on.
Should have seen your mum,
she did really, really well.
Just, er, the judge was...
(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)
(SIGHS)
(CHUCKLING)
MOTH: Oh.
One cream tea and an
extra pot of hot water?
MOTH: Uh-huh.
-Ta.
-Thanks.
-MOTH: Oh, wow.
-(BOTH CHUCKLE)
-Thank you.
-RAY: Ta.
WOMAN: Come on, you
two, take a seat.
Yeah, there's one there.
RAY: Look at that. MOTH: Mm.
You're carrying
some weight there.
Oh, yeah. (CHUCKLES)
Where you going?
Er...
Where?
Land's End?
Ooh. That's a long old hike.
Yeah. (CHUCKLES)
Well, you're as
young as you feel.
Right.
-Time on your hands, eh?
-Yeah, no deadlines.
Retired, are you?
Homeless, actually.
Yeah, we lost our home.
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
MAN ON VOICEMAIL: I'm not
able to take your call,
but please leave a
message after the beep.
-(BEEP)
-Hello. It's Raynor Winn.
Er, I have to cancel
your booking at our farm.
Sorry, we can't
find another date.
Sorry for the late notice.
Sorry.
(SHEEP BLEATS IN DISTANCE)
(BROODING MUSIC PLAYING)
(SIGHS)
RAY: Oh...
That's another no.
Rose has sublet her spare room.
No one's going away
for the summer.
How much cash have
we actually got?
Hardly anything.
Whatever we get from
selling anything,
they'll take that too.
We've got no income
except the tax credits.
That's 40 a week.
That's barely enough
to cover food.
Something will come up.
Oh, how?
In four days,
-we're homeless.
-It won't come to that.
But it has. That's
what it's come to!
(WIND BLOWING)
Is it cold?
No, we're just shattered.
Do you remember when we
used to have all that sex
-all the time?
-(CHUCKLING)
Yeah, I do.
Now I can't even
lift my own rucksack.
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
-Shit.
-What?
Nothing. It's just...
(MOTH CHUCKLES)
I used to think I was quite...
-you know...
-What?
-A tough guy?
-Hardy.
You used to think you were SAS,
-and you're not.
-Mm-hmm.
(RUBBING HANDS)
I wish we had hot water bottles.
MOTH: Mm.
And Arctic sleeping bags.
-Mm.
-Oh, and a pillow.
Oh, my pillow.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
This is insane. It's insane.
Oh, what are we doing?
(RAY SIGHS HEAVILY)
-Moth?
-Mm.
You should have married that
rich farmer your mother liked.
(WIND GUSTING)
(MOTH SNORES)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
MAN: Mr and Mrs Winn!
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Come out now, please!
We have a court order for
you to vacate the premises.
-(KNOCK AT ANOTHER DOOR)
-Come out now, please!
Mr and Mrs Winn,
come out, please!
(WHISPERING) Moth.
MAN: You must leave the
premises immediately!
I don't know what to do.
I'm not ready.
-This is just...
-We'll be okay.
-(POUNDING ON DOOR)
-We will.
MAN: We know you're in there!
I can't leave like this.
It's like we're being arrested.
I know. I know.
MAN: Mr and Mrs Winn!
-(KNOCK AT WINDOW)
-MOTH: Shit!
MAN: Can you see them?
MAN 2: Can't make
anything out.
Okay, shh, shh, shh.
MAN: Let's try
round the front.
-(POUNDING ON DOOR)
-You're wasting your time.
(MAN CONTINUES
SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
(GRIM MUSIC PLAYING)
Maybe we should just walk.
Eh?
Walk.
Just for however long. Just...
follow a line around the coast.
-But I...
-Yeah,
it will give us time to think.
We'll take our stuff to
Polly's. We'll get sorted.
And then we'll just walk.
-(POUNDING ON DOOR)
-(MOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)
All right.
Can we?
-Okay.
-(EXHALES)
-(KNOCK AT DOOR)
-MAN: Open the door!
Okay.
Yeah.
We'll just walk.
-(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)
-(POUNDING ON DOOR)
MAN: I can see them.
They're coming out.
(GRIM MUSIC INTENSIFYING)
(GASPS, CHOKES)
-Ray!
-(GASPING)
It's all right,
love. It's all right.
It's all right.
It's all right.
-(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
-(WAVES CRASHING)
Oh, gee whizz.
Triple-cooked, but
thrice the price, eh?
RAY: We've got
to budget better.
We've spent 16 in two days.
Well, just... try and
enjoy the chips, then.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
(SIGHS)
(GRUNTING)
You had a nightmare
last night, hon.
I don't think I did.
You did.
You were...
choking.
Dreamt you were
choking or something.
-You don't remember?
-No.
DOCTOR: We've done
extensive tests,
and it's not arthritis.
You're still taking the
pregabalin for the pain?
Yeah.
Good.
The best thing I can do for you
is give you a diagnosis.
Right.
You have a rare disease.
It's called corticobasal
degeneration.
CBD.
What's that?
DOCTOR: It affects the
brain, and the nerves.
Those tremors are
caused by your CBD.
I really don't think it's that.
In your case, it seems to
be progressing very slowly.
RAY: So, what's the treatment?
DOCTOR: I'm afraid
there's no cure.
All we can do is
give you guidance.
End-of-life care.
It's a very serious condition.
What...
So you're saying I could...
(CHUCKLES) I
could die from it?
It usually takes about
five or six years.
Oh, he's had the
pain for that long.
And you're still mobile,
which might imply that it's not
as aggressive as it can be.
(RAY MUTTERS)
How do you die from it?
How?
It can eventually
affect your memory,
and your ability to communicate
and make decisions.
It can also prevent you
from swallowing safely
so that you're at
risk from choking.
I think you've got
the wrong notes there.
(MOTH AND RAY CHUCKLE WRYLY)
Get as much rest as you can.
You can lose control
of your limbs.
Be careful on the stairs.
Moth's not ill. Not like that.
He's not.
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
-MOTH: All right?
-Hi, mate.
MOTH: Oh, God. (GRUNTS)
-RAY: Moth, I don't think...
-Ow.
-...you can do it.
-Ow.
I don't think that will work.
(STRAINING)
-Go on, you two go through.
-No, it's okay. After you.
(SOFTLY) They want
some entertainment.
-Oh, sorry, love. Sorry.
-It's all right.
(GROANS)
I'll pass it over.
MOTH: You should go
down, love. Get under it.
Nice.
There's another show at
7:30. We got jugglers.
(CHUCKLES) Okay.
You want to rest?
Let's keep going.
It was nice to meet you, Simon.
Simon? What's he on about?
-(BELL TOLLING IN DISTANCE)
-(ANIMAL CROAKING)
(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
(PHONES RINGING)
You don't look...
like, really ill.
So I'd have to ask,
are you gonna die within
the next 12 months?
(MOTH SCOFFS)
I certainly hope not.
Oh, I see, that's not
"priority need", then.
You won't get emergency housing.
Right. Only, this does
feel like a, er...
a bit of an emergency.
OFFICER: Yeah, but it's not.
It's how it is, unfortunately.
(SCOFFS)
-No matter.
-MOTH: Whoa, whoa...
If we're not an
emergency, then...
wh-wh-what are we? I
mean, what do we get?
OFFICER: Well, we could
put you on a waiting list.
But it would be a while, mind.
How long is a while?
About two years.
(MOTH GROANS)
There was a leper colony here.
Huh?
Yeah.
Outsiders, yeah.
-I can see that.
-Oh...
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(TRANQUIL MUSIC PLAYING)
Oh, there's still no reception.
I hope the kids aren't
trying to get a hold of us.
They'll be fine.
They need to know that
they can reach us.
-They're adults.
-Barely.
And they're still our kids.
(MOTH GRUNTS)
(STRAINING)
(GULPS, GRUNTS)
How many miles will we do
tomorrow, do you think?
-Not as many as Saint Paddy.
-(CHUCKLES)
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
(BUTTONS BEEPING)
RAY: It should be in by now.
(ATM BEEPS)
(BOTH SIGH IN RELIEF)
(MOTH GRUNTS)
Oh... (CHUCKLES)
Wow.
Breathe in.
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
Gee whizz.
Cake police.
(WIND GUSTING)
(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC SWELLING)
-(INSECTS CHIRRING)
-(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(RAIN PATTERING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(MOTH GROANS)
(WOULD I SING BY TIM
HOLLIER PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)
What can I get you?
Could we get some water?
Would you like hot water?
Yes, please.
No worries.
(MOTH GRUNTING)
(PATRONS CHATTERING)
-It'll stop.
-(MOANS)
The rain, it'll stop.
-(THUNDER ROARING)
-(BOTH STRUGGLING)
MOTH: Where's the pegs?
RAY: I don't know!
MOTH: Ahh!
(BOTH STRUGGLING)
I've lost a peg!
RAY: Where are they?
MOTH: You've gotta
pull it! RAY: No!
(BOTH YELL)
(BOTH PANTING)
MOTH: Ow.
RAY: Let's join the
sleeping bags together.
-They'll keep us warm.
-MOTH: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Good, good, good. Good.
(MOTH GROANING)
(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(BOTH PANTING)
POLLY: It's like
something from Dickens.
-God, it's a nightmare.
-Really.
The last time we spoke, you
said you'd got a letter,
proving that you weren't
liable for any debt.
The judge said we
gave it too late.
It was inadmissible evidence.
The kids must be devastated,
-aren't they?
-They're all right.
They got another
year at uni yet.
Tom's moving in
with his girlfriend,
Rowan's got her job
in Croatia soon.
They'll manage.
The only time I've ever seen
them devastated was when
Ray and I said we'd go with
them to a music festival.
But that's the only
house they've ever known.
You rebuilt that brick by brick.
It's their home!
They're okay, Polly.
They're more than okay.
(SIGHS)
And what about your arthritis?
It's all right. Yeah.
(WIND BLOWING)
(GRUNTS)
(PANTING)
Oh! (GASPING)
(WIND HOWLING)
(WAVES CRASHING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Shit.
(SEAGULL CALLING)
(SIGHS HEAVILY)
(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(MOTH GRUNTING)
(GROANING)
(BREATHING LABORIOUSLY)
Moth?
Where are we?
I think Castle Rock.
Which is where?
Yeah.
It's King Arthur's country.
Crikey.
Yeah, it's impressive.
Hmm.
You okay?
MOTH: Yeah. (GROANS)
You should take me
back to the shop
and get a different one.
I don't want a different one.
Sorry, my girl.
I'm bloody useless.
(GOAT BLEATING)
Oh, look.
Look, there's goats.
-Wild goats.
-(MOTH CHUCKLES)
What day is it?
Is it Wednesday?
I don't know.
Yeah, maybe. I think so.
But...
it's August.
Right, we're into
August, aren't we?
Yeah, first week.
Or maybe the second?
Moth?
(MOTH GRUNTING AND GROANING)
Jesus Christ.
I thought you said
it wasn't steep.
Paddy said it wasn't steep.
-We gotta go up there?
-Yeah.
He's a bloody robot.
I'm boycotting Paddy Dillon.
RAY: Let me take your pack.
-MOTH: Put your hat on.
-It blew off, a few days ago.
-What? Take mine.
-No.
-Here, take it.
-No!
You need it more than I do.
You've got a bigger nose.
MOTH: Nice.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(BOTH PANTING)
Did you refill
your water bottle?
Yes!
Maybe.
No...
I forgot.
RAY: Hey, love, have this.
Go on. Moth.
-(EXHALES)
-Go on, finish it.
Shit!
There might be a
house inland, or...
There's a beach not that far.
Looks like they've got toilets.
(MOTH GRUNTING)
(INSECTS CHIRRING)
-(WAVES CRASHING)
-(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
-Eh?
-There.
What?
-There!
-Yeah.
How could I forget to
fill the water bottle?
Stupid! Stupid, stupid!
-(GRUNTING)
-Moth...
Who builds a toilet block
and then leaves it locked?
-Useless! Useless!
-Moth!
You'll break your toes.
We just need to find a house.
No, we had a house!
It was ours. We had a
house, and we lost it.
They... They took it off us!
That's not going to help!
Fucking judge!
He fucking didn't give a shit!
He took our home.
He took our home!
No, it was your bloody mate
Cooper who took our home!
Why didn't you just give
the letter in earlier?
It's all you had to fucking do!
Will you stop with
the bloody letter?
And your stupid,
stupid investment!
We didn't need the money!
(MUTTERS)
(MUSIC PLAYING IN DISTANCE)
I've got no water. I've
got rhubarb lollies.
-They're 99p.
-Shit.
We'll take four.
Four, right.
There you go.
(COUNTING QUIETLY)
My round.
Oh, right.
MAN: Hey.
Hi. Thanks.
-MAN: Got your book?
-Yeah.
What is it?
Beowulf.
Inspires you?
Yeah.
To write?
I don't know about
that. (CHUCKLES)
Mm-hmm.
We've got a place nearby
if you fancy a drink.
My wife's just made a lasagne.
You can charge your
phones, relax...
Ice-cold beer.
(CAR HORN HONKS)
MAN: Hey, girls.
WOMAN: Hey. MAN: Hey, sweetie.
You got my text?
Oh, fantastic. This is epic.
-Hello.
-Oh, are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine. How you doing?
-Oh, where's the pain?
-Oh.
-I'm a masseuse.
-Right.
-It's everywhere.
-(LAUGHS)
Let Bea give you a massage.
Grant's got back issues
and she puts him right.
-Give him a massage, Bea.
-BEA: Yeah. Do you want one?
A deep tissue?
It's quite intense.
Erm...
Crikey. I'd have to
have a shower first.
Oh, the girls can sort
you out with all of that.
-Come on, let's get in, Simon.
-GRANT: We've got the bags.
-I'll get the drinks.
-This way.
(LAUGHTER)
(R&B MUSIC PLAYING
ON SPEAKERS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
MOTH: Oh, wow! (CHUCKLING)
Please help yourself.
Do you like living here?
We live in London
most of the time,
but we come down when we can.
What do you do? Do you work?
I've been walking at the minute.
Very supportive of you.
What do you mean?
-To do it with him.
-Well, he's my husband.
-Aw. Nice.
-(WOMEN CHUCKLING)
Does he write you poems ever?
GRANT: Mm! RAY: Who?
Do you think I can
take a picture?
You know, hashtag
poet? (CHUCKLES)
Wait. You think my
husband's a poet?
GRANT: Simon.
Simon Armitage?
Who's Simon Armitage?
(WOMEN LAUGH)
The poet.
No, it's Moth. Moth Winn.
He's from Staffordshire.
MOTH: All right. Just
a bit up... Up a bit.
Oh, my God, that's magic!
Oh.
MOTH: Oh... No, don't...
don't stop. Don't stop.
(MOTH MOANING IN PLEASURE)
(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING)
RAY: How was your
massage, anyway?
MOTH: Yeah, it was all right.
All right?
-(CHUCKLES)
-What?
I do believe you're
jealous, young lady.
Don't be silly.
Who were all those young girls?
(CHUCKLES) God knows.
Maybe you are Simon Armitage.
Maybe I've been walking the
path with Simon Armitage
-the whole time.
-(LAUGHS)
It's all bonkers.
Yeah.
I didn't even get
to try the lasagne.
MOTH: Ah, well, we had
the beer. (CHUCKLES)
Hi.
MAN: Hi.
Are you hiking?
Yeah, yeah. (CHUCKLES)
Cup of tea?
No. Thank you.
We have to be in
Braunton by 4:00.
We're behind.
Oh.
Hurry up.
Hurry up at the back!
(PANTING)
(CHUCKLING)
(MOTH GRUNTS)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(SIGHS)
Would my lady care
for a cup of tea?
Always.
Ta.
-Better hurry.
-Yeah.
Gotta be in France by September.
(CHUCKLES)
(SIGHS)
WOMAN: You can have an ice
cream in a bit, darling.
MAN: Well, if your mum agrees.
WOMAN: I think we ought to
go in the water, don't you?
(MOBILE RINGING)
RAY: Oh, it's Rowan.
Hey, Rowan. You okay?
-I missed my coach, Mum.
-What?
There was a delay.
What? Are you in Croatia?
I missed the connection.
I'm not sure how
I'm gonna get there.
Well, can you book into a hotel?
-I can't afford a hotel.
-Shit!
Well, where are you, love?
Hello? Hello?
(TUTS) Oh.
Oh, shit, shit, the battery.
What's... Is she okay?
No, she's not. She
missed her coach.
-From where?
-I don't know! I was...
Shit!
AUTOMATED VOICE:
Please leave a message
for Rowan after the tone.
(BEEP)
Rowan, it's Mum.
I hope you found a coach.
Erm, ring me.
Don't just take a lift
from anyone, will you?
Love you. Bye.
(MOBILE RINGING)
Rowan?
-Rowan?
-ROWAN: Mum.
How are you?
What happened?
-Can you hear me?
-Yes.
-Mum?
-Where are you?
-Croatia.
-Ah, she's there.
How did you get there?
Are you all right?
I'm fine. I got another bus.
-Oh.
-Are you okay?
You sounded like
something was wrong.
No, just...
just worried about you.
I'm fine. Don't worry.
How is the walk?
Oh. Oh, gotta go
now. I'm at work.
Okay. Er, take care.
-Bye.
-Glad you're okay.
-She's all right.
-MOTH: Good.
That's great.
I couldn't help her.
(SIGHS)
I can't help them.
(GRIM MUSIC PLAYING)
I need a shower.
And I need one now.
And I'd give all of
our money to have one.
(CRYING)
(KIDS CHATTERING OUTSIDE)
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
(MOTH STRAINING)
"Careful on the
stairs," he said.
-(MOTH SCOFFS)
-Uh-huh.
You're as young as you feel.
MOTH: Yeah.
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
(BIRD SCREECHING)
(PANTING)
(GROANING)
RAY: Oh, love!
(WHEEZING)
There's a proper
stream, just down there.
There'll be trees and shade.
(CONTINUES WHEEZING)
Oh, shit.
I'll be right back. All right.
(PANTING)
-(CONTINUES WHEEZING)
-(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)
(GROANING)
Drink.
(MOTH MOANS)
MOTH: Now I'm freezing.
(SHIVERING)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
RAY: Let's get you warm.
(MOTH SHIVERING)
(GRUNTING)
You have to eat.
-Just one more. One more.
-(RETCHING)
(GRIM MUSIC PLAYING)
(GROANING)
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
-Ray.
-What?
What if this is it?
-It's not.
-Yeah, but what if it is?
It's not. It's not.
It's not.
(WIND GUSTING)
(GRIM MUSIC CONTINUES)
We need to tell the council
you're an emergency case.
Yeah, you need housing,
and you need care.
We need to see
the kids. This...
This is wrong. Just all of it.
Have you taken your
pregabalin today?
I... I haven't
taken it for a week.
What?
Well, that's what this is.
This is withdrawals, love.
Is it... Where are they?
You have to take them.
I don't wanna rely
on them any more.
I wanna have my head clear.
But...
What about the pain?
I know what I need. I
just... I just need to stop.
Okay? Can we just...
Can we just stop
here for a while?
Just... get through it.
And then, er... Er...
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
It'll be okay. Please?
(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)
(SEAL CALLING)
(SNORING)
(MOTH GRUNTING SOFTLY)
Knock knock.
Can I come in?
Yeah.
-Are you feeling better?
-Yeah.
Managed to make some tea.
-(CHUCKLES)
-Oh.
Okay.
Oh, careful.
-Oh...
-I got it. I got it.
(GULPS)
(STRAINED GULP)
Well done.
(ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING)
RAY: Hi.
Do you sell pasties?
I got fudge.
Do you sell noodles?
Just fudge.
MOTH: I bet it's really tasty.
All right, mate?
Where did you get your pasty?
Visitors Centre.
Where's the Visitors Centre?
Top of the hill.
Oh, great.
(SNIFFS)
Excuse me. How much
are your pasties?
Food's closed. Sorry.
Oh, no, don't say that.
No. It's... (PANTING)
They look so
inviting. And they...
(SNIFFING)
...they smell amazing.
They're calling me.
I swear to God. "Eat
me." Do you hear that?
"Eat me," they're
saying. Listen carefully.
-(CHUCKLES)
-Go on.
-(CLEARS THROAT)
-Sorry.
Well, can you fill our
water bottles for us?
GIRL: Yeah, sure.
I'll do it for you.
RAY: Thanks.
(DOOR THUDS)
(SIGHS)
RAY: Do you know him?
He's an idiot.
He's moving away.
Joining the Army.
Well, he didn't seem
too happy about it.
Didn't he?
No.
GIRL: Right.
RAY: Thanks.
Thanks.
Wait outside a sec,
till the boss has gone.
-(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
-(MOTH CHUCKLES)
They only throw them away.
Thanks.
(GIRL GIGGLES)
(BOTH GIGGLING)
-BOSS: Where is she?
-Who?
(BOSS GRUNTS)
(MOTH CHUCKLES)
Gee whizz.
Oh. Think he's dressing
for dinner? (CHUCKLES)
(GENTLE MUSIC CONTINUES)
"For every one of us,
living in this world"
"means waiting for our end."
"Let whoever can win
glory before death."
(BUTTONS BEEPING)
RAY: What? MOTH: Shit.
Direct debit went
out. Standard Life.
But I cancelled that.
That's home insurance. I
don't need it any more.
Can we get it refunded?
CASHIER: You'll
have to take it up
with the insurance
company, I'm afraid.
Well, can I withdraw
the 1.38, please?
Thanks.
(HOLD MUSIC PLAYING ON MOBILE)
I'm sure I cancelled it.
-I cancelled everything.
-It doesn't matter.
That's, like, 1.50 a
day for a week, Moth.
AUTOMATED VOICE:
We are experiencing
high volumes of
calls at the moment.
You are number 10 in the
queue. Please continue...
Well, it doesn't matter if you
did or didn't cancel it. We...
You know, we're...
we're doing our best.
-Why is everything machines?
-We are experiencing
high volumes of
calls at the moment.
-You are number 10...
-Maybe I didn't cancel it.
It doesn't... You're
cancelling it now!
And we have no money.
We got 11, right?
We'll manage.
-(SIGHS)
-Er, well...
Er, we're gonna need
the, er, policy number.
Yeah?
I don't have that, Moth.
Do you have it?
(SIGHS QUIETLY)
AUTOMATED VOICE: ...between
the hours of 8:00 a.m.
and 4:00 p.m.,
Monday to Friday.
Shit!
COMMENTATOR ON
RADIO: ...at the end
of a hectic day's
play at The Oval.
Five overs to play,
light permitting.
And England need a run a ball
for the most historic
of unexpected victories.
In comes Starc.
(COMMENTARY CONTINUES
INDISTINCTLY)
What?
You brought the radio?
Five overs left.
Shh, shh, shh.
They're talking about the light.
It's gonna be a draw.
It's a shame. We
could win this.
How heavy is that?
Why would you bring it?
The sound.
Feels like home.
COMMENTATOR: Woakes
clips it to the leg side.
The field is in quickly,
returns to the bowler's end.
-(THUNDER RUMBLES IN DISTANCE)
-Maybe it'll change, but...
I do actually feel
better off the pills.
COMMENTATOR: I'm not
sure England can afford
to leave too many at this stage.
England need 33 runs.
RAY: Are you saying it's done?
Cancelled?
MOTH: How are you doing?
-MAN: Day-packing, are you?
-Come from Minehead.
On the bus?
-MOTH: Walking the path.
-Right.
WOMAN: We've put a stop on it.
-Where to?
-Land's End.
-Thank you.
-WOMAN: You're welcome.
MAN: It's all very
well in this weather.
What are you gonna do
when the weather turns?
Put a coat on.
(MAN SIGHS)
MAN: Blindly irresponsible.
(GRUNTS)
Let's go.
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
MOTH: Morning. WOMAN: Hi.
MOTH: How you doing?
-RAY: Morning.
-Morning.
(GENTLE MUSIC CONTINUES)
(MOTH EXHALES)
(WINGS FLUTTER)
(BIRD CHIRPING)
(MUSIC SOARING)
Oh. (LAUGHING)
Aaah! (INHALES SHARPLY)
There's no food left.
Well, that is where
you're wrong, Detective.
Ta-da.
-RAY: Mmm.
-Mmm.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
RAY: Mmm.
-I could boil a rabbit.
-Oh.
-Not enough gas, anyway.
-Mm.
-Tea, then?
-Yeah. (CHUCKLES)
MOTH: Oh, there's a bookshop.
(CHUCKLING)
Hey.
(PEOPLE LAUGHING
AND CHATTERING)
(GRUNTS)
(SHOUTING) Who would
like to hear a story?
Greatest story ever told.
A story of morality.
Nobility, heroism, loss,
love. It's all here.
It's a thousand years old.
More than a thousand years old.
WOMAN: It's Simon Armitage!
MOTH: Greatest
characters ever written.
It's a bit bloodthirsty, but
it's a road map for life.
"The Spear-Danes..."
Gives you a clue.
"The Spear-Danes
in days gone by"
"And the kings who ruled them
had courage and greatness."
"We've heard of those
princes' heroic campaigns."
Who's heard of it?
Anyone heard of Beowulf?
-MAN: Me. It's good.
-Oh.
Oh, you can go away 'cause
you know how it ends.
-(CROWD LAUGHS)
-Keep quiet.
"There was Shield Sheafson..."
Try and say that after
a couple of drinks.
-(SLURS) Shield Sheafson.
-(CROWD LAUGHS)
"Scourge of many tribes,"
"A wrecker of mead-benches..."
-That's you, that is.
-(CROWD LAUGHS)
"Rampaging among foes.
"This terror of the
hall-troops had come far.
"A foundling to start with,
he'd flourish later on
"As his powers waxed and
his worth was proved."
"In the end each clan
on the outlying coasts"
"Beyond the whale-road
had to yield to him"
"And begin to pay tribute.
That was one good king."
Oh, hold on.
Go round with the hat.
He built the most amazing
hall you've ever seen.
He got craftsmen from
all over the world
to build something
that was one of the great
wonders of the world.
And they had parties
there every night.
Which is great if
you're invited.
The bad guy wasn't.
"A powerful demon, a
prowler through the dark,
"Nursed a hard grievance.
It harrowed him
"To hear the din
of the loud banquet
-"Every day in the hall."
-RAY: Thank you.
You can be Beowulf...
Oh, you got money for me?
There's a lovely lady
with a hat somewhere.
Where's the lady with the hat?
-Here!
-MOTH: Over there.
Thank you very much.
"Far-fetched treasures
"Were piled upon him,
and precious gear."
"I never heard before of
a ship so well furnished"
"With battle tackle,
bladed weapons"
"And coats of mail."
-Another pound. Pound, there.
-Yeah, I know.
-(LOUD RUSTLE)
-(GASPS)
This isn't the
campsite, you know!
It's disgusting,
people camping up here
on the top of the cliff!
-It's outrageous.
-(DOG BARKS)
Come on.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
What is it?
I was just looking at the birds.
Where they're sheltering.
They know this lark much
better than we do, don't they?
Yeah.
Ow!
(GROANING)
MOTH: Hold on,
love. I'm coming.
Here, give us your arm.
Move... Move slowly.
-(GROANS)
-Watch your eyes.
I got you. I got you.
Yeah.
Okay. Okay.
There you go. There you go.
Hold on.
Mate. Mate, stop.
Stop, please.
(LAUGHTER AND
CHATTER IN DISTANCE)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(EXHALES)
(JINGLING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
MAN: You all right?
Hello.
(SOFT GUITAR MUSIC PLAYING)
(EXHALES)
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-(GUITAR PLAYING)
WOMAN: Nate said that you
fell in a blackthorn bush?
Yeah. I passed out.
(CHUCKLES)
It's the thorns. They
really do damage.
-Blackthorn's poisonous.
-Yeah.
-So you all live here?
-WOMAN: Most of us do.
There's a few who are,
like, summer workers.
People just can't afford
to rent round here.
So, people are
still joining you?
Mm. (CLICKS TONGUE)
We can't really
take anyone else in.
Not until someone
else moves out.
No! Oh, I looked away.
Did he really get a four?
And you guys?
We're just... walking.
Nice.
I'm glad you could
rest here for a bit.
We lost our home.
And our livelihood.
I'm sorry, Ray.
I'm so sorry.
RAY: Thanks.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(MAN CHUCKLES)
(RAY EXHALES SHARPLY)
(COUGHS)
Moth?
Yeah.
What will we do when
we get to Land's End?
We'll go back, will we?
Find some work.
I don't want to go
back if we're not going
-to our farm.
-I know.
-Do you have any chocolate?
-(CHUCKLES)
Why would we? (CHUCKLES)
-You're stoned.
-No, I'm not.
You're feeling better, though?
Felt like we were on
holiday for a second.
-People are so kind.
-Yeah.
They have to be to
outweigh the others.
What others?
You are a little bit
stoned, my girl, eh?
-Moth.
-Yeah.
Are you all right?
Yeah. I am.
You're doing so well.
Yeah.
-I'm all right. (CHUCKLES)
-Mm.
If they ever put you
on tubes, I'm going
to come to the hospital
to pull them out.
You do that, my girl.
-I would.
-I know you would, my girl.
I want you to.
RAY: Thank you.
MOTH: Thanks a lot.
NATE: See you.
(WAVES RUMBLING)
Hello.
Hello, Ray.
(WIND BLOWING)
(MOTH SNORING)
(WATER SLOSHING SOFTLY)
Oh! Moth! Moth!
Moth, the tide!
Oh!
-(MOTH GRUNTS)
-Oh, shit!
(RAY YELLING)
(WIND HOWLING)
(MOTH GRUNTS)
RAY: A wave's coming.
(BOTH STRAINING AND GRUNTING)
(RAY SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)
Oh!
It just keeps moving.
Come on, do it!
(BOTH STRAIN)
-Leave the bloody tent!
-I'm not leaving it!
It's our home! (GRUNTS)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
Look at you! (LAUGHING)
How you can move!
Come on.
It's amazing. (LAUGHING)
(YELLS)
Yeah!
(LAUGHING)
(SOFT MUSIC CONTINUES)
MOTH: Hey!
Come in, love.
You gotta see this.
-See what?
-This!
God, it's freezing.
It's lovely once
you're in. Come on.
Ready? Dive down.
Keep your eyes open. Yeah?
One, two, three.
(DREAMY MUSIC PLAYING)
(DREAMY MUSIC CONTINUES)
(BOTH GASPING AND LAUGHING)
What did I tell ya?
-Beautiful.
-(LAUGHS)
(CHUCKLES)
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(MOTH YELLS PLAYFULLY)
(BOTH SHIVERING)
Oh, God.
I don't think I've
ever been so cold.
-MOTH: No.
-(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)
Here you go.
Oh, God. (CHUCKLES)
That's nice.
Oh, God.
(WHISPERS) Moth.
(BREATHING STEADYING)
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
(BOTH MOAN SOFTLY)
(MOTH CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
-Oh.
-(CHUCKLES)
-MOTH: Oh, God.
-Sorry.
(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)
(MUFFLED UPBEAT MUSIC
PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)
Sorry.
RAY: Hey.
What?
What's your name?
Sealy.
Sealy? That's such
a pretty name.
Are you all right?
Yeah.
Well, we're walking if you
wanted to walk with us.
No.
Okay. I'll give you my number
if you change your mind.
Whoa, whoa, what
are you doing there?
-Nothing. We're just talking.
-MAN: Talking about what?
-Hey, you all right, mate?
-MAN: Yeah, I'm all right.
But don't call me
your fucking mate.
-Your wife is trying to...
-My wife is just talking.
Don't wanna talk. No
talking. No talking.
-Fuck off.
-All right, all right.
Go.
They could be anyone,
you're just talking to them.
-Are you all right?
-I need a wee.
We'll wait for you.
Can you come with me?
Yeah.
Do you have your water?
Yeah.
Oh.
Hello.
-How are you doing?
-MAN: You swimming?
MOTH: Oh, no.
(CHUCKLES) Walking.
Wonderful.
It's all right.
There's no hurry.
-How's the water?
-MAN: Ah, it's wonderful.
It's cold. (CHUCKLES)
Myself and James, er,
we used to pick blackberries
here as young boys.
And they're salted
with sea spray.
-MOTH: Oh, thanks very much.
-No, it's okay, mate.
You know, just...
just breathe.
Just keep breathing.
(CHUCKLING)
-Wow! Yeah.
-(MAN CHUCKLES)
RAY: Mmm!
You have to wait
for that moment between
perfect and spoiled.
And if the mist
comes right then,
laying its salt air
gently on the fruit,
a perfect, lightly
salted blackberry, eh?
(ALL CHUCKLE)
You can't make them.
Has to come from time
and nature.
Ah.
A gift.
Good. Come on, then, James.
There you go.
-See ya.
-Thanks very much.
-Yeah.
-RAY: Thank you.
MAN: They're a gift.
They're a gift!
(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
SEALY: I'm gonna
walk back now.
What?
I'm gonna walk back.
Well...
-Come with us, Sealy.
-Yeah.
To the next town.
Do you have someone you
could stay with for a while?
My nan, but...
the Megabus is a fiver.
I think I'm just gonna head
back to the guys for a bit.
-Are you sure?
-Is that a good idea?
Wait.
Here.
Here.
There.
Get yourself to
your nan's, okay?
Thanks.
MOTH: You take care
of yourself, yeah?
There's the sea there,
and the land there.
Don't fall in the sea.
RAY: Tom said he
sublet his room.
MOTH: Smart lad.
At least we know they're both
safe and warm back at uni.
(RAY SHIVERING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(BOTH GRUNTING AND PANTING)
MOTH: Oh, shit!
(BOTH SHIVERING)
(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)
(MOBILE VIBRATES)
-Oh, it's Polly.
-Yeah?
She says she wants
her shed plastered.
She says we can live in it
for the winter if we do it.
Plus some other things.
Sounds all right.
It's a roof over our heads.
-Shall I say yes, then?
-I mean...
We can't go on
like this, can we?
I'll call her.
(LINE RINGING)
Hey.
-It's our friend.
-(FALCON SCREECHING)
-Huh.
-(MOBILE BEEPS)
(MOBILE RINGING)
A call.
Hi, Polly.
(MUSIC RISING)
(FALCON SQUAWKING)
Those sponges you wanted
are coming this afternoon.
Great.
And I found this
old tub of grout.
-Does grout go off?
-Well...
(INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION)
(STRAINING)
(DOOR OPENS)
They don't want extra
staff at the pub either.
I wish Polly would knock
when she comes in here.
It's her house.
Well, we're not serfs.
We're just staying
here for a bit.
Working.
She should knock.
(STRAINING AND PANTING)
Argh!
(MOTH STRAINING)
(MOTH SNORING)
(WIND WHISTLING)
(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(BIRD SCREAMING)
(WIND WHISTLING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)
(GROANS)
(DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING)
-Hi, Polly.
-Hi. Hi.
Ray, there's a job coming up.
Oh. What is it?
Sheep shearing.
-(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
-I know. But, look, listen,
you've done that sort of thing.
Look, they really
don't want a woman,
so I said you were expert.
Fifteen hundred for the season.
Oh, brilliant.
The blokes are
a bit... blokey.
That's fine.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
(SIGHS)
(CHUCKLES FAINTLY)
-(CLIPPERS WHIRRING)
-MAN: Come on! Keep moving!
(UPBEAT MUSIC
PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)
(SHEEP BLEATING)
Stop!
Roll 'em up, put 'em in.
Roll 'em up, put 'em in.
Faster, Ray! Mind
there's no straw on it.
(GRUNTING)
Keep it up! Faster, faster,
faster. We can do it!
Keep up.
-(RAY SCREAMS)
-(MEN EXCLAIM)
RAY: I got it. MAN
2: Well done there!
(MEN LAUGHING)
MAN: We won.
MAN 2: She can move, can't
she, when she wants to!
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
Did all right in there.
Thanks.
-Cheers.
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-Nice one.
-Thanks.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER AND
DOG BARKING ON RADIO)
(DOOR OPENS)
Oh, my God.
Your skills never
cease to amaze me.
You can just stay here forever
and make everything better.
MOTH: Hmm. POLLY:
Here and in the house.
MOTH: Nearly done, anyway.
I'm having a drink.
Do you want one?
MOTH: Just about to turn in.
Right, yeah. Both of you?
Yeah. Sorry.
Okay.
More wine for me, then.
-Bye.
-MOTH: Night.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
She's just lonely.
Yeah, well, you go. I'm not
great company right now.
(SIGHS)
-(SHEEP BLEATING)
-(CLIPPER WHIRRING)
RAY: Thanks.
MAN: It's all there.
See you next year.
(WOLF-WHISTLES)
I've been thinking
various whatevers
while you were working.
I've done some
research. And, er...
Well...
I'd really like to study.
(CHUCKLING) I know
that sounds mad.
I'd like to do
sustainable farming.
That doesn't sound mad.
Where?
Plymouth's got a course.
Plymouth University.
If they take me, I could
get a student loan.
We could live on that.
I think I got better because
it wasn't just the
walking. It was...
It was feeling free. You know?
I... I think we
should walk again.
Get to Land's End and just
keep going, all the way.
But you need rest, love.
We've got 1,500 quid.
You know, that's enough for
a B and B if we need it.
I know it is mad...
because it's the future.
What do you think?
I think you're beautiful.
Gee whizz. (CHUCKLING)
I don't know about that.
What about the walking?
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
(ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(FALCON SCREECHING)
I'm glad, really.
Well, I know it's been
bloody hard, but...
I wouldn't change a thing.
Would you?
I don't know.
Well, I'd change the
illness. (CHUCKLES)
'Course I would.
But the rest of it.
I thought the...
the house and all,
everything was...
that was "us", but it wasn't.
It was shelter.
And God knows everyone
needs shelter. But...
it's freedom.
When it does come...
the end,
I want you to have me cremated.
And then when you die,
the kids could put
us in the same...
urn, or box, whatever.
Bring us here,
give us a good shake...
send us on our way.
Together.
Okay.
Okay.
Good.
Is there anything else?
I'll put the tea
on then, will I?
When you first told
me that you loved me,
no one had ever said
that to me before.
Nobody.
Not my family. No one.
And then when you said it...
(CHUCKLES FAINTLY)
You're my home.
(CRYING SOFTLY)
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING)
Afternoon.
-Rain coming.
-MOTH: Yeah, yeah.
I saw the birds
sheltering back there.
Oh, you watch them too?
Yes. You have the look.
The look?
People here fight the
elements. The weather.
But when it's touched you,
when you let it be,
you'll never be the same again.
You're salted.
Good luck.
(MOTH CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
(ETHEREAL FOLK MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC FADES OUT)
(WAVES CRASHING GENTLY)
(SEAGULLS CALLING)
(DREAMY MUSIC PLAYING)
(WIND HOWLING)
(WIND GUSTING)
(RUMBLING)
(FABRIC RUSTLING IN WIND)
(GRUNTING AND STRAINING)
(GRUNTS)
(RAY SCREAMING)
-Leave it!
-I'm not leaving it!
MOTH: What is it, about 500
miles all the way round?
Yeah, well, Paddy Dillon
here says it's over 600.
Wow.
-We've walked before.
-Yeah.
For a day. In our twenties.
What if I pass out on a cliff?
What alternative
do we have, anyway?
Huh.
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
MOTH: Oh, don't... Don't
waste all the battery.
We don't know when
we can recharge.
Oh, we're not going
to the desert.
(CAMERA CLICKS)
MOTH: Get the sea in.
Not of me. Of the sea.
I'll get the three of us.
Hang on.
(CAMERA CLICKS)
That's nice.
Shall we?
Got nothing better to do.
(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
(INDISTINCANNOUNCEMENT ON PA)
(SEAGULLS CALLING)
(MOTH GROANS)
(PANTING)
RAY: Oh, God.
Oh.
(MOTH PANTING AND GROANING)
Do you want me to take the tent?
No, I'm all right. Got it.
(MOTH GRUNTS)
-I've got an idea.
-Yeah?
If I, erm...
If I take some of the...
-Pull the weight on to that.
-Yeah.
(GROANS)
Oh, Jesus.
How's that?
Paddy definitely says it
drifts a little uphill.
(SCOFFS)
If this is drifting,
we're in serious shit if
he says it's quite steep.
(CHUCKLES)
-(GROANS)
-All right?
-Yeah.
-Yeah?
It's good.
Go on.
(GRUNTING)
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
(MOTH PANTING)
(GROANING)
Moth? All right?
(PANTING)
Let's stop here for the night.
I bet Paddy didn't stop here.
I think we've
covered a third of what he did.
-But we're not in a hurry.
-No.
(ANIMAL SNORTS)
(MOTH CHUCKLES)
Oh, what's that?
Where shall we pitch?
(MOTH GRUNTS)
Thanks.
-You all right?
-Yeah.
(SLURPS)
(WIND BLOWING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
(MOTH SNORING)
-Oh, God.
-(MOTH CONTINUES SNORING)
(RAY EXHALES)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(TENT UNZIPPING)
(SOFTLY) Oh, God.
(SIGHS)
(DOG BARKING)
RAY: Shit.
Morning.
Morning.
Oh.
You, er, can't camp
here, you know.
Right.
Well, we're just leaving.
MOTH: Locals seem friendly.
-You ready?
-Er...
Yeah. Yeah, I can't
move my arms and my legs, but...
apart from that, good to go.
(BOTH GRUNT)
-Grab my hand.
-Yeah.
-Grab my hand.
-Yeah.
Lift me up.
God...
Oh, God. Just go ahead.
(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)
(CAR ENGINE STARTS)
Cooper! Cooper,
you piece of shit!
-No, no, no. No, don't...
-Look me in the eye!
Coward.
(SOMBRE MUSIC RESUMES PLAYING)
ROWAN: Mum?
How did it go?
Yeah...
it was, er...
it was bad.
But you... you had the letter.
You said that would
change everything.
Yeah, well, it didn't. The
judge wouldn't accept it.
(MOTH SIGHS)
-What?
-MOTH: Let's go inside
-and talk it all through.
-What did they say?
Five days.
-ROWAN: For what?
-It's all right.
No one's dead. (CHUCKLES)
You know, just the house...
Well, everything. They're...
They're taking it.
We gotta pack it
up in five days.
You kids can have your
summer exactly as planned.
ROWAN: Dad... MOTH: Come on.
Let's put the kettle on.
Should have seen your mum,
she did really, really well.
Just, er, the judge was...
(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)
(SIGHS)
(CHUCKLING)
MOTH: Oh.
One cream tea and an
extra pot of hot water?
MOTH: Uh-huh.
-Ta.
-Thanks.
-MOTH: Oh, wow.
-(BOTH CHUCKLE)
-Thank you.
-RAY: Ta.
WOMAN: Come on, you
two, take a seat.
Yeah, there's one there.
RAY: Look at that. MOTH: Mm.
You're carrying
some weight there.
Oh, yeah. (CHUCKLES)
Where you going?
Er...
Where?
Land's End?
Ooh. That's a long old hike.
Yeah. (CHUCKLES)
Well, you're as
young as you feel.
Right.
-Time on your hands, eh?
-Yeah, no deadlines.
Retired, are you?
Homeless, actually.
Yeah, we lost our home.
(THUNDER RUMBLES)
MAN ON VOICEMAIL: I'm not
able to take your call,
but please leave a
message after the beep.
-(BEEP)
-Hello. It's Raynor Winn.
Er, I have to cancel
your booking at our farm.
Sorry, we can't
find another date.
Sorry for the late notice.
Sorry.
(SHEEP BLEATS IN DISTANCE)
(BROODING MUSIC PLAYING)
(SIGHS)
RAY: Oh...
That's another no.
Rose has sublet her spare room.
No one's going away
for the summer.
How much cash have
we actually got?
Hardly anything.
Whatever we get from
selling anything,
they'll take that too.
We've got no income
except the tax credits.
That's 40 a week.
That's barely enough
to cover food.
Something will come up.
Oh, how?
In four days,
-we're homeless.
-It won't come to that.
But it has. That's
what it's come to!
(WIND BLOWING)
Is it cold?
No, we're just shattered.
Do you remember when we
used to have all that sex
-all the time?
-(CHUCKLING)
Yeah, I do.
Now I can't even
lift my own rucksack.
(EXHALES SHARPLY)
-Shit.
-What?
Nothing. It's just...
(MOTH CHUCKLES)
I used to think I was quite...
-you know...
-What?
-A tough guy?
-Hardy.
You used to think you were SAS,
-and you're not.
-Mm-hmm.
(RUBBING HANDS)
I wish we had hot water bottles.
MOTH: Mm.
And Arctic sleeping bags.
-Mm.
-Oh, and a pillow.
Oh, my pillow.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
This is insane. It's insane.
Oh, what are we doing?
(RAY SIGHS HEAVILY)
-Moth?
-Mm.
You should have married that
rich farmer your mother liked.
(WIND GUSTING)
(MOTH SNORES)
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
MAN: Mr and Mrs Winn!
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
Come out now, please!
We have a court order for
you to vacate the premises.
-(KNOCK AT ANOTHER DOOR)
-Come out now, please!
Mr and Mrs Winn,
come out, please!
(WHISPERING) Moth.
MAN: You must leave the
premises immediately!
I don't know what to do.
I'm not ready.
-This is just...
-We'll be okay.
-(POUNDING ON DOOR)
-We will.
MAN: We know you're in there!
I can't leave like this.
It's like we're being arrested.
I know. I know.
MAN: Mr and Mrs Winn!
-(KNOCK AT WINDOW)
-MOTH: Shit!
MAN: Can you see them?
MAN 2: Can't make
anything out.
Okay, shh, shh, shh.
MAN: Let's try
round the front.
-(POUNDING ON DOOR)
-You're wasting your time.
(MAN CONTINUES
SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)
(GRIM MUSIC PLAYING)
Maybe we should just walk.
Eh?
Walk.
Just for however long. Just...
follow a line around the coast.
-But I...
-Yeah,
it will give us time to think.
We'll take our stuff to
Polly's. We'll get sorted.
And then we'll just walk.
-(POUNDING ON DOOR)
-(MOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)
All right.
Can we?
-Okay.
-(EXHALES)
-(KNOCK AT DOOR)
-MAN: Open the door!
Okay.
Yeah.
We'll just walk.
-(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)
-(POUNDING ON DOOR)
MAN: I can see them.
They're coming out.
(GRIM MUSIC INTENSIFYING)
(GASPS, CHOKES)
-Ray!
-(GASPING)
It's all right,
love. It's all right.
It's all right.
It's all right.
-(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
-(WAVES CRASHING)
Oh, gee whizz.
Triple-cooked, but
thrice the price, eh?
RAY: We've got
to budget better.
We've spent 16 in two days.
Well, just... try and
enjoy the chips, then.
(EXHALES DEEPLY)
(SIGHS)
(GRUNTING)
You had a nightmare
last night, hon.
I don't think I did.
You did.
You were...
choking.
Dreamt you were
choking or something.
-You don't remember?
-No.
DOCTOR: We've done
extensive tests,
and it's not arthritis.
You're still taking the
pregabalin for the pain?
Yeah.
Good.
The best thing I can do for you
is give you a diagnosis.
Right.
You have a rare disease.
It's called corticobasal
degeneration.
CBD.
What's that?
DOCTOR: It affects the
brain, and the nerves.
Those tremors are
caused by your CBD.
I really don't think it's that.
In your case, it seems to
be progressing very slowly.
RAY: So, what's the treatment?
DOCTOR: I'm afraid
there's no cure.
All we can do is
give you guidance.
End-of-life care.
It's a very serious condition.
What...
So you're saying I could...
(CHUCKLES) I
could die from it?
It usually takes about
five or six years.
Oh, he's had the
pain for that long.
And you're still mobile,
which might imply that it's not
as aggressive as it can be.
(RAY MUTTERS)
How do you die from it?
How?
It can eventually
affect your memory,
and your ability to communicate
and make decisions.
It can also prevent you
from swallowing safely
so that you're at
risk from choking.
I think you've got
the wrong notes there.
(MOTH AND RAY CHUCKLE WRYLY)
Get as much rest as you can.
You can lose control
of your limbs.
Be careful on the stairs.
Moth's not ill. Not like that.
He's not.
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
-MOTH: All right?
-Hi, mate.
MOTH: Oh, God. (GRUNTS)
-RAY: Moth, I don't think...
-Ow.
-...you can do it.
-Ow.
I don't think that will work.
(STRAINING)
-Go on, you two go through.
-No, it's okay. After you.
(SOFTLY) They want
some entertainment.
-Oh, sorry, love. Sorry.
-It's all right.
(GROANS)
I'll pass it over.
MOTH: You should go
down, love. Get under it.
Nice.
There's another show at
7:30. We got jugglers.
(CHUCKLES) Okay.
You want to rest?
Let's keep going.
It was nice to meet you, Simon.
Simon? What's he on about?
-(BELL TOLLING IN DISTANCE)
-(ANIMAL CROAKING)
(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
(PHONES RINGING)
You don't look...
like, really ill.
So I'd have to ask,
are you gonna die within
the next 12 months?
(MOTH SCOFFS)
I certainly hope not.
Oh, I see, that's not
"priority need", then.
You won't get emergency housing.
Right. Only, this does
feel like a, er...
a bit of an emergency.
OFFICER: Yeah, but it's not.
It's how it is, unfortunately.
(SCOFFS)
-No matter.
-MOTH: Whoa, whoa...
If we're not an
emergency, then...
wh-wh-what are we? I
mean, what do we get?
OFFICER: Well, we could
put you on a waiting list.
But it would be a while, mind.
How long is a while?
About two years.
(MOTH GROANS)
There was a leper colony here.
Huh?
Yeah.
Outsiders, yeah.
-I can see that.
-Oh...
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(TRANQUIL MUSIC PLAYING)
Oh, there's still no reception.
I hope the kids aren't
trying to get a hold of us.
They'll be fine.
They need to know that
they can reach us.
-They're adults.
-Barely.
And they're still our kids.
(MOTH GRUNTS)
(STRAINING)
(GULPS, GRUNTS)
How many miles will we do
tomorrow, do you think?
-Not as many as Saint Paddy.
-(CHUCKLES)
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
(BUTTONS BEEPING)
RAY: It should be in by now.
(ATM BEEPS)
(BOTH SIGH IN RELIEF)
(MOTH GRUNTS)
Oh... (CHUCKLES)
Wow.
Breathe in.
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
Gee whizz.
Cake police.
(WIND GUSTING)
(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC SWELLING)
-(INSECTS CHIRRING)
-(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(RAIN PATTERING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(MOTH GROANS)
(WOULD I SING BY TIM
HOLLIER PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)
What can I get you?
Could we get some water?
Would you like hot water?
Yes, please.
No worries.
(MOTH GRUNTING)
(PATRONS CHATTERING)
-It'll stop.
-(MOANS)
The rain, it'll stop.
-(THUNDER ROARING)
-(BOTH STRUGGLING)
MOTH: Where's the pegs?
RAY: I don't know!
MOTH: Ahh!
(BOTH STRUGGLING)
I've lost a peg!
RAY: Where are they?
MOTH: You've gotta
pull it! RAY: No!
(BOTH YELL)
(BOTH PANTING)
MOTH: Ow.
RAY: Let's join the
sleeping bags together.
-They'll keep us warm.
-MOTH: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Good, good, good. Good.
(MOTH GROANING)
(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(BOTH PANTING)
POLLY: It's like
something from Dickens.
-God, it's a nightmare.
-Really.
The last time we spoke, you
said you'd got a letter,
proving that you weren't
liable for any debt.
The judge said we
gave it too late.
It was inadmissible evidence.
The kids must be devastated,
-aren't they?
-They're all right.
They got another
year at uni yet.
Tom's moving in
with his girlfriend,
Rowan's got her job
in Croatia soon.
They'll manage.
The only time I've ever seen
them devastated was when
Ray and I said we'd go with
them to a music festival.
But that's the only
house they've ever known.
You rebuilt that brick by brick.
It's their home!
They're okay, Polly.
They're more than okay.
(SIGHS)
And what about your arthritis?
It's all right. Yeah.
(WIND BLOWING)
(GRUNTS)
(PANTING)
Oh! (GASPING)
(WIND HOWLING)
(WAVES CRASHING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Shit.
(SEAGULL CALLING)
(SIGHS HEAVILY)
(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(MOTH GRUNTING)
(GROANING)
(BREATHING LABORIOUSLY)
Moth?
Where are we?
I think Castle Rock.
Which is where?
Yeah.
It's King Arthur's country.
Crikey.
Yeah, it's impressive.
Hmm.
You okay?
MOTH: Yeah. (GROANS)
You should take me
back to the shop
and get a different one.
I don't want a different one.
Sorry, my girl.
I'm bloody useless.
(GOAT BLEATING)
Oh, look.
Look, there's goats.
-Wild goats.
-(MOTH CHUCKLES)
What day is it?
Is it Wednesday?
I don't know.
Yeah, maybe. I think so.
But...
it's August.
Right, we're into
August, aren't we?
Yeah, first week.
Or maybe the second?
Moth?
(MOTH GRUNTING AND GROANING)
Jesus Christ.
I thought you said
it wasn't steep.
Paddy said it wasn't steep.
-We gotta go up there?
-Yeah.
He's a bloody robot.
I'm boycotting Paddy Dillon.
RAY: Let me take your pack.
-MOTH: Put your hat on.
-It blew off, a few days ago.
-What? Take mine.
-No.
-Here, take it.
-No!
You need it more than I do.
You've got a bigger nose.
MOTH: Nice.
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(BOTH PANTING)
Did you refill
your water bottle?
Yes!
Maybe.
No...
I forgot.
RAY: Hey, love, have this.
Go on. Moth.
-(EXHALES)
-Go on, finish it.
Shit!
There might be a
house inland, or...
There's a beach not that far.
Looks like they've got toilets.
(MOTH GRUNTING)
(INSECTS CHIRRING)
-(WAVES CRASHING)
-(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
-Eh?
-There.
What?
-There!
-Yeah.
How could I forget to
fill the water bottle?
Stupid! Stupid, stupid!
-(GRUNTING)
-Moth...
Who builds a toilet block
and then leaves it locked?
-Useless! Useless!
-Moth!
You'll break your toes.
We just need to find a house.
No, we had a house!
It was ours. We had a
house, and we lost it.
They... They took it off us!
That's not going to help!
Fucking judge!
He fucking didn't give a shit!
He took our home.
He took our home!
No, it was your bloody mate
Cooper who took our home!
Why didn't you just give
the letter in earlier?
It's all you had to fucking do!
Will you stop with
the bloody letter?
And your stupid,
stupid investment!
We didn't need the money!
(MUTTERS)
(MUSIC PLAYING IN DISTANCE)
I've got no water. I've
got rhubarb lollies.
-They're 99p.
-Shit.
We'll take four.
Four, right.
There you go.
(COUNTING QUIETLY)
My round.
Oh, right.
MAN: Hey.
Hi. Thanks.
-MAN: Got your book?
-Yeah.
What is it?
Beowulf.
Inspires you?
Yeah.
To write?
I don't know about
that. (CHUCKLES)
Mm-hmm.
We've got a place nearby
if you fancy a drink.
My wife's just made a lasagne.
You can charge your
phones, relax...
Ice-cold beer.
(CAR HORN HONKS)
MAN: Hey, girls.
WOMAN: Hey. MAN: Hey, sweetie.
You got my text?
Oh, fantastic. This is epic.
-Hello.
-Oh, are you okay?
Yeah, I'm fine. How you doing?
-Oh, where's the pain?
-Oh.
-I'm a masseuse.
-Right.
-It's everywhere.
-(LAUGHS)
Let Bea give you a massage.
Grant's got back issues
and she puts him right.
-Give him a massage, Bea.
-BEA: Yeah. Do you want one?
A deep tissue?
It's quite intense.
Erm...
Crikey. I'd have to
have a shower first.
Oh, the girls can sort
you out with all of that.
-Come on, let's get in, Simon.
-GRANT: We've got the bags.
-I'll get the drinks.
-This way.
(LAUGHTER)
(R&B MUSIC PLAYING
ON SPEAKERS)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
MOTH: Oh, wow! (CHUCKLING)
Please help yourself.
Do you like living here?
We live in London
most of the time,
but we come down when we can.
What do you do? Do you work?
I've been walking at the minute.
Very supportive of you.
What do you mean?
-To do it with him.
-Well, he's my husband.
-Aw. Nice.
-(WOMEN CHUCKLING)
Does he write you poems ever?
GRANT: Mm! RAY: Who?
Do you think I can
take a picture?
You know, hashtag
poet? (CHUCKLES)
Wait. You think my
husband's a poet?
GRANT: Simon.
Simon Armitage?
Who's Simon Armitage?
(WOMEN LAUGH)
The poet.
No, it's Moth. Moth Winn.
He's from Staffordshire.
MOTH: All right. Just
a bit up... Up a bit.
Oh, my God, that's magic!
Oh.
MOTH: Oh... No, don't...
don't stop. Don't stop.
(MOTH MOANING IN PLEASURE)
(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING)
RAY: How was your
massage, anyway?
MOTH: Yeah, it was all right.
All right?
-(CHUCKLES)
-What?
I do believe you're
jealous, young lady.
Don't be silly.
Who were all those young girls?
(CHUCKLES) God knows.
Maybe you are Simon Armitage.
Maybe I've been walking the
path with Simon Armitage
-the whole time.
-(LAUGHS)
It's all bonkers.
Yeah.
I didn't even get
to try the lasagne.
MOTH: Ah, well, we had
the beer. (CHUCKLES)
Hi.
MAN: Hi.
Are you hiking?
Yeah, yeah. (CHUCKLES)
Cup of tea?
No. Thank you.
We have to be in
Braunton by 4:00.
We're behind.
Oh.
Hurry up.
Hurry up at the back!
(PANTING)
(CHUCKLING)
(MOTH GRUNTS)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(SIGHS)
Would my lady care
for a cup of tea?
Always.
Ta.
-Better hurry.
-Yeah.
Gotta be in France by September.
(CHUCKLES)
(SIGHS)
WOMAN: You can have an ice
cream in a bit, darling.
MAN: Well, if your mum agrees.
WOMAN: I think we ought to
go in the water, don't you?
(MOBILE RINGING)
RAY: Oh, it's Rowan.
Hey, Rowan. You okay?
-I missed my coach, Mum.
-What?
There was a delay.
What? Are you in Croatia?
I missed the connection.
I'm not sure how
I'm gonna get there.
Well, can you book into a hotel?
-I can't afford a hotel.
-Shit!
Well, where are you, love?
Hello? Hello?
(TUTS) Oh.
Oh, shit, shit, the battery.
What's... Is she okay?
No, she's not. She
missed her coach.
-From where?
-I don't know! I was...
Shit!
AUTOMATED VOICE:
Please leave a message
for Rowan after the tone.
(BEEP)
Rowan, it's Mum.
I hope you found a coach.
Erm, ring me.
Don't just take a lift
from anyone, will you?
Love you. Bye.
(MOBILE RINGING)
Rowan?
-Rowan?
-ROWAN: Mum.
How are you?
What happened?
-Can you hear me?
-Yes.
-Mum?
-Where are you?
-Croatia.
-Ah, she's there.
How did you get there?
Are you all right?
I'm fine. I got another bus.
-Oh.
-Are you okay?
You sounded like
something was wrong.
No, just...
just worried about you.
I'm fine. Don't worry.
How is the walk?
Oh. Oh, gotta go
now. I'm at work.
Okay. Er, take care.
-Bye.
-Glad you're okay.
-She's all right.
-MOTH: Good.
That's great.
I couldn't help her.
(SIGHS)
I can't help them.
(GRIM MUSIC PLAYING)
I need a shower.
And I need one now.
And I'd give all of
our money to have one.
(CRYING)
(KIDS CHATTERING OUTSIDE)
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
(MOTH STRAINING)
"Careful on the
stairs," he said.
-(MOTH SCOFFS)
-Uh-huh.
You're as young as you feel.
MOTH: Yeah.
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
(BIRD SCREECHING)
(PANTING)
(GROANING)
RAY: Oh, love!
(WHEEZING)
There's a proper
stream, just down there.
There'll be trees and shade.
(CONTINUES WHEEZING)
Oh, shit.
I'll be right back. All right.
(PANTING)
-(CONTINUES WHEEZING)
-(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)
(GROANING)
Drink.
(MOTH MOANS)
MOTH: Now I'm freezing.
(SHIVERING)
(BREATHES HEAVILY)
RAY: Let's get you warm.
(MOTH SHIVERING)
(GRUNTING)
You have to eat.
-Just one more. One more.
-(RETCHING)
(GRIM MUSIC PLAYING)
(GROANING)
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
I'm so sorry.
-Ray.
-What?
What if this is it?
-It's not.
-Yeah, but what if it is?
It's not. It's not.
It's not.
(WIND GUSTING)
(GRIM MUSIC CONTINUES)
We need to tell the council
you're an emergency case.
Yeah, you need housing,
and you need care.
We need to see
the kids. This...
This is wrong. Just all of it.
Have you taken your
pregabalin today?
I... I haven't
taken it for a week.
What?
Well, that's what this is.
This is withdrawals, love.
Is it... Where are they?
You have to take them.
I don't wanna rely
on them any more.
I wanna have my head clear.
But...
What about the pain?
I know what I need. I
just... I just need to stop.
Okay? Can we just...
Can we just stop
here for a while?
Just... get through it.
And then, er... Er...
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
It'll be okay. Please?
(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)
(SEAL CALLING)
(SNORING)
(MOTH GRUNTING SOFTLY)
Knock knock.
Can I come in?
Yeah.
-Are you feeling better?
-Yeah.
Managed to make some tea.
-(CHUCKLES)
-Oh.
Okay.
Oh, careful.
-Oh...
-I got it. I got it.
(GULPS)
(STRAINED GULP)
Well done.
(ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING)
RAY: Hi.
Do you sell pasties?
I got fudge.
Do you sell noodles?
Just fudge.
MOTH: I bet it's really tasty.
All right, mate?
Where did you get your pasty?
Visitors Centre.
Where's the Visitors Centre?
Top of the hill.
Oh, great.
(SNIFFS)
Excuse me. How much
are your pasties?
Food's closed. Sorry.
Oh, no, don't say that.
No. It's... (PANTING)
They look so
inviting. And they...
(SNIFFING)
...they smell amazing.
They're calling me.
I swear to God. "Eat
me." Do you hear that?
"Eat me," they're
saying. Listen carefully.
-(CHUCKLES)
-Go on.
-(CLEARS THROAT)
-Sorry.
Well, can you fill our
water bottles for us?
GIRL: Yeah, sure.
I'll do it for you.
RAY: Thanks.
(DOOR THUDS)
(SIGHS)
RAY: Do you know him?
He's an idiot.
He's moving away.
Joining the Army.
Well, he didn't seem
too happy about it.
Didn't he?
No.
GIRL: Right.
RAY: Thanks.
Thanks.
Wait outside a sec,
till the boss has gone.
-(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
-(MOTH CHUCKLES)
They only throw them away.
Thanks.
(GIRL GIGGLES)
(BOTH GIGGLING)
-BOSS: Where is she?
-Who?
(BOSS GRUNTS)
(MOTH CHUCKLES)
Gee whizz.
Oh. Think he's dressing
for dinner? (CHUCKLES)
(GENTLE MUSIC CONTINUES)
"For every one of us,
living in this world"
"means waiting for our end."
"Let whoever can win
glory before death."
(BUTTONS BEEPING)
RAY: What? MOTH: Shit.
Direct debit went
out. Standard Life.
But I cancelled that.
That's home insurance. I
don't need it any more.
Can we get it refunded?
CASHIER: You'll
have to take it up
with the insurance
company, I'm afraid.
Well, can I withdraw
the 1.38, please?
Thanks.
(HOLD MUSIC PLAYING ON MOBILE)
I'm sure I cancelled it.
-I cancelled everything.
-It doesn't matter.
That's, like, 1.50 a
day for a week, Moth.
AUTOMATED VOICE:
We are experiencing
high volumes of
calls at the moment.
You are number 10 in the
queue. Please continue...
Well, it doesn't matter if you
did or didn't cancel it. We...
You know, we're...
we're doing our best.
-Why is everything machines?
-We are experiencing
high volumes of
calls at the moment.
-You are number 10...
-Maybe I didn't cancel it.
It doesn't... You're
cancelling it now!
And we have no money.
We got 11, right?
We'll manage.
-(SIGHS)
-Er, well...
Er, we're gonna need
the, er, policy number.
Yeah?
I don't have that, Moth.
Do you have it?
(SIGHS QUIETLY)
AUTOMATED VOICE: ...between
the hours of 8:00 a.m.
and 4:00 p.m.,
Monday to Friday.
Shit!
COMMENTATOR ON
RADIO: ...at the end
of a hectic day's
play at The Oval.
Five overs to play,
light permitting.
And England need a run a ball
for the most historic
of unexpected victories.
In comes Starc.
(COMMENTARY CONTINUES
INDISTINCTLY)
What?
You brought the radio?
Five overs left.
Shh, shh, shh.
They're talking about the light.
It's gonna be a draw.
It's a shame. We
could win this.
How heavy is that?
Why would you bring it?
The sound.
Feels like home.
COMMENTATOR: Woakes
clips it to the leg side.
The field is in quickly,
returns to the bowler's end.
-(THUNDER RUMBLES IN DISTANCE)
-Maybe it'll change, but...
I do actually feel
better off the pills.
COMMENTATOR: I'm not
sure England can afford
to leave too many at this stage.
England need 33 runs.
RAY: Are you saying it's done?
Cancelled?
MOTH: How are you doing?
-MAN: Day-packing, are you?
-Come from Minehead.
On the bus?
-MOTH: Walking the path.
-Right.
WOMAN: We've put a stop on it.
-Where to?
-Land's End.
-Thank you.
-WOMAN: You're welcome.
MAN: It's all very
well in this weather.
What are you gonna do
when the weather turns?
Put a coat on.
(MAN SIGHS)
MAN: Blindly irresponsible.
(GRUNTS)
Let's go.
(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)
MOTH: Morning. WOMAN: Hi.
MOTH: How you doing?
-RAY: Morning.
-Morning.
(GENTLE MUSIC CONTINUES)
(MOTH EXHALES)
(WINGS FLUTTER)
(BIRD CHIRPING)
(MUSIC SOARING)
Oh. (LAUGHING)
Aaah! (INHALES SHARPLY)
There's no food left.
Well, that is where
you're wrong, Detective.
Ta-da.
-RAY: Mmm.
-Mmm.
(BOTH CHUCKLE)
RAY: Mmm.
-I could boil a rabbit.
-Oh.
-Not enough gas, anyway.
-Mm.
-Tea, then?
-Yeah. (CHUCKLES)
MOTH: Oh, there's a bookshop.
(CHUCKLING)
Hey.
(PEOPLE LAUGHING
AND CHATTERING)
(GRUNTS)
(SHOUTING) Who would
like to hear a story?
Greatest story ever told.
A story of morality.
Nobility, heroism, loss,
love. It's all here.
It's a thousand years old.
More than a thousand years old.
WOMAN: It's Simon Armitage!
MOTH: Greatest
characters ever written.
It's a bit bloodthirsty, but
it's a road map for life.
"The Spear-Danes..."
Gives you a clue.
"The Spear-Danes
in days gone by"
"And the kings who ruled them
had courage and greatness."
"We've heard of those
princes' heroic campaigns."
Who's heard of it?
Anyone heard of Beowulf?
-MAN: Me. It's good.
-Oh.
Oh, you can go away 'cause
you know how it ends.
-(CROWD LAUGHS)
-Keep quiet.
"There was Shield Sheafson..."
Try and say that after
a couple of drinks.
-(SLURS) Shield Sheafson.
-(CROWD LAUGHS)
"Scourge of many tribes,"
"A wrecker of mead-benches..."
-That's you, that is.
-(CROWD LAUGHS)
"Rampaging among foes.
"This terror of the
hall-troops had come far.
"A foundling to start with,
he'd flourish later on
"As his powers waxed and
his worth was proved."
"In the end each clan
on the outlying coasts"
"Beyond the whale-road
had to yield to him"
"And begin to pay tribute.
That was one good king."
Oh, hold on.
Go round with the hat.
He built the most amazing
hall you've ever seen.
He got craftsmen from
all over the world
to build something
that was one of the great
wonders of the world.
And they had parties
there every night.
Which is great if
you're invited.
The bad guy wasn't.
"A powerful demon, a
prowler through the dark,
"Nursed a hard grievance.
It harrowed him
"To hear the din
of the loud banquet
-"Every day in the hall."
-RAY: Thank you.
You can be Beowulf...
Oh, you got money for me?
There's a lovely lady
with a hat somewhere.
Where's the lady with the hat?
-Here!
-MOTH: Over there.
Thank you very much.
"Far-fetched treasures
"Were piled upon him,
and precious gear."
"I never heard before of
a ship so well furnished"
"With battle tackle,
bladed weapons"
"And coats of mail."
-Another pound. Pound, there.
-Yeah, I know.
-(LOUD RUSTLE)
-(GASPS)
This isn't the
campsite, you know!
It's disgusting,
people camping up here
on the top of the cliff!
-It's outrageous.
-(DOG BARKS)
Come on.
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
What is it?
I was just looking at the birds.
Where they're sheltering.
They know this lark much
better than we do, don't they?
Yeah.
Ow!
(GROANING)
MOTH: Hold on,
love. I'm coming.
Here, give us your arm.
Move... Move slowly.
-(GROANS)
-Watch your eyes.
I got you. I got you.
Yeah.
Okay. Okay.
There you go. There you go.
Hold on.
Mate. Mate, stop.
Stop, please.
(LAUGHTER AND
CHATTER IN DISTANCE)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(EXHALES)
(JINGLING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
MAN: You all right?
Hello.
(SOFT GUITAR MUSIC PLAYING)
(EXHALES)
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-(GUITAR PLAYING)
WOMAN: Nate said that you
fell in a blackthorn bush?
Yeah. I passed out.
(CHUCKLES)
It's the thorns. They
really do damage.
-Blackthorn's poisonous.
-Yeah.
-So you all live here?
-WOMAN: Most of us do.
There's a few who are,
like, summer workers.
People just can't afford
to rent round here.
So, people are
still joining you?
Mm. (CLICKS TONGUE)
We can't really
take anyone else in.
Not until someone
else moves out.
No! Oh, I looked away.
Did he really get a four?
And you guys?
We're just... walking.
Nice.
I'm glad you could
rest here for a bit.
We lost our home.
And our livelihood.
I'm sorry, Ray.
I'm so sorry.
RAY: Thanks.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(MAN CHUCKLES)
(RAY EXHALES SHARPLY)
(COUGHS)
Moth?
Yeah.
What will we do when
we get to Land's End?
We'll go back, will we?
Find some work.
I don't want to go
back if we're not going
-to our farm.
-I know.
-Do you have any chocolate?
-(CHUCKLES)
Why would we? (CHUCKLES)
-You're stoned.
-No, I'm not.
You're feeling better, though?
Felt like we were on
holiday for a second.
-People are so kind.
-Yeah.
They have to be to
outweigh the others.
What others?
You are a little bit
stoned, my girl, eh?
-Moth.
-Yeah.
Are you all right?
Yeah. I am.
You're doing so well.
Yeah.
-I'm all right. (CHUCKLES)
-Mm.
If they ever put you
on tubes, I'm going
to come to the hospital
to pull them out.
You do that, my girl.
-I would.
-I know you would, my girl.
I want you to.
RAY: Thank you.
MOTH: Thanks a lot.
NATE: See you.
(WAVES RUMBLING)
Hello.
Hello, Ray.
(WIND BLOWING)
(MOTH SNORING)
(WATER SLOSHING SOFTLY)
Oh! Moth! Moth!
Moth, the tide!
Oh!
-(MOTH GRUNTS)
-Oh, shit!
(RAY YELLING)
(WIND HOWLING)
(MOTH GRUNTS)
RAY: A wave's coming.
(BOTH STRAINING AND GRUNTING)
(RAY SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)
Oh!
It just keeps moving.
Come on, do it!
(BOTH STRAIN)
-Leave the bloody tent!
-I'm not leaving it!
It's our home! (GRUNTS)
(BOTH GRUNTING)
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
Look at you! (LAUGHING)
How you can move!
Come on.
It's amazing. (LAUGHING)
(YELLS)
Yeah!
(LAUGHING)
(SOFT MUSIC CONTINUES)
MOTH: Hey!
Come in, love.
You gotta see this.
-See what?
-This!
God, it's freezing.
It's lovely once
you're in. Come on.
Ready? Dive down.
Keep your eyes open. Yeah?
One, two, three.
(DREAMY MUSIC PLAYING)
(DREAMY MUSIC CONTINUES)
(BOTH GASPING AND LAUGHING)
What did I tell ya?
-Beautiful.
-(LAUGHS)
(CHUCKLES)
(BOTH LAUGHING)
(MOTH YELLS PLAYFULLY)
(BOTH SHIVERING)
Oh, God.
I don't think I've
ever been so cold.
-MOTH: No.
-(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)
Here you go.
Oh, God. (CHUCKLES)
That's nice.
Oh, God.
(WHISPERS) Moth.
(BREATHING STEADYING)
(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)
(BOTH MOAN SOFTLY)
(MOTH CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
-Oh.
-(CHUCKLES)
-MOTH: Oh, God.
-Sorry.
(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)
(MUFFLED UPBEAT MUSIC
PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)
Sorry.
RAY: Hey.
What?
What's your name?
Sealy.
Sealy? That's such
a pretty name.
Are you all right?
Yeah.
Well, we're walking if you
wanted to walk with us.
No.
Okay. I'll give you my number
if you change your mind.
Whoa, whoa, what
are you doing there?
-Nothing. We're just talking.
-MAN: Talking about what?
-Hey, you all right, mate?
-MAN: Yeah, I'm all right.
But don't call me
your fucking mate.
-Your wife is trying to...
-My wife is just talking.
Don't wanna talk. No
talking. No talking.
-Fuck off.
-All right, all right.
Go.
They could be anyone,
you're just talking to them.
-Are you all right?
-I need a wee.
We'll wait for you.
Can you come with me?
Yeah.
Do you have your water?
Yeah.
Oh.
Hello.
-How are you doing?
-MAN: You swimming?
MOTH: Oh, no.
(CHUCKLES) Walking.
Wonderful.
It's all right.
There's no hurry.
-How's the water?
-MAN: Ah, it's wonderful.
It's cold. (CHUCKLES)
Myself and James, er,
we used to pick blackberries
here as young boys.
And they're salted
with sea spray.
-MOTH: Oh, thanks very much.
-No, it's okay, mate.
You know, just...
just breathe.
Just keep breathing.
(CHUCKLING)
-Wow! Yeah.
-(MAN CHUCKLES)
RAY: Mmm!
You have to wait
for that moment between
perfect and spoiled.
And if the mist
comes right then,
laying its salt air
gently on the fruit,
a perfect, lightly
salted blackberry, eh?
(ALL CHUCKLE)
You can't make them.
Has to come from time
and nature.
Ah.
A gift.
Good. Come on, then, James.
There you go.
-See ya.
-Thanks very much.
-Yeah.
-RAY: Thank you.
MAN: They're a gift.
They're a gift!
(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)
SEALY: I'm gonna
walk back now.
What?
I'm gonna walk back.
Well...
-Come with us, Sealy.
-Yeah.
To the next town.
Do you have someone you
could stay with for a while?
My nan, but...
the Megabus is a fiver.
I think I'm just gonna head
back to the guys for a bit.
-Are you sure?
-Is that a good idea?
Wait.
Here.
Here.
There.
Get yourself to
your nan's, okay?
Thanks.
MOTH: You take care
of yourself, yeah?
There's the sea there,
and the land there.
Don't fall in the sea.
RAY: Tom said he
sublet his room.
MOTH: Smart lad.
At least we know they're both
safe and warm back at uni.
(RAY SHIVERING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
(BOTH GRUNTING AND PANTING)
MOTH: Oh, shit!
(BOTH SHIVERING)
(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)
(MOBILE VIBRATES)
-Oh, it's Polly.
-Yeah?
She says she wants
her shed plastered.
She says we can live in it
for the winter if we do it.
Plus some other things.
Sounds all right.
It's a roof over our heads.
-Shall I say yes, then?
-I mean...
We can't go on
like this, can we?
I'll call her.
(LINE RINGING)
Hey.
-It's our friend.
-(FALCON SCREECHING)
-Huh.
-(MOBILE BEEPS)
(MOBILE RINGING)
A call.
Hi, Polly.
(MUSIC RISING)
(FALCON SQUAWKING)
Those sponges you wanted
are coming this afternoon.
Great.
And I found this
old tub of grout.
-Does grout go off?
-Well...
(INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION)
(STRAINING)
(DOOR OPENS)
They don't want extra
staff at the pub either.
I wish Polly would knock
when she comes in here.
It's her house.
Well, we're not serfs.
We're just staying
here for a bit.
Working.
She should knock.
(STRAINING AND PANTING)
Argh!
(MOTH STRAINING)
(MOTH SNORING)
(WIND WHISTLING)
(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(BIRD SCREAMING)
(WIND WHISTLING)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)
(GROANS)
(DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING)
-Hi, Polly.
-Hi. Hi.
Ray, there's a job coming up.
Oh. What is it?
Sheep shearing.
-(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
-I know. But, look, listen,
you've done that sort of thing.
Look, they really
don't want a woman,
so I said you were expert.
Fifteen hundred for the season.
Oh, brilliant.
The blokes are
a bit... blokey.
That's fine.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
(SIGHS)
(CHUCKLES FAINTLY)
-(CLIPPERS WHIRRING)
-MAN: Come on! Keep moving!
(UPBEAT MUSIC
PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)
(SHEEP BLEATING)
Stop!
Roll 'em up, put 'em in.
Roll 'em up, put 'em in.
Faster, Ray! Mind
there's no straw on it.
(GRUNTING)
Keep it up! Faster, faster,
faster. We can do it!
Keep up.
-(RAY SCREAMS)
-(MEN EXCLAIM)
RAY: I got it. MAN
2: Well done there!
(MEN LAUGHING)
MAN: We won.
MAN 2: She can move, can't
she, when she wants to!
(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)
Did all right in there.
Thanks.
-Cheers.
-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
-Nice one.
-Thanks.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER AND
DOG BARKING ON RADIO)
(DOOR OPENS)
Oh, my God.
Your skills never
cease to amaze me.
You can just stay here forever
and make everything better.
MOTH: Hmm. POLLY:
Here and in the house.
MOTH: Nearly done, anyway.
I'm having a drink.
Do you want one?
MOTH: Just about to turn in.
Right, yeah. Both of you?
Yeah. Sorry.
Okay.
More wine for me, then.
-Bye.
-MOTH: Night.
(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)
She's just lonely.
Yeah, well, you go. I'm not
great company right now.
(SIGHS)
-(SHEEP BLEATING)
-(CLIPPER WHIRRING)
RAY: Thanks.
MAN: It's all there.
See you next year.
(WOLF-WHISTLES)
I've been thinking
various whatevers
while you were working.
I've done some
research. And, er...
Well...
I'd really like to study.
(CHUCKLING) I know
that sounds mad.
I'd like to do
sustainable farming.
That doesn't sound mad.
Where?
Plymouth's got a course.
Plymouth University.
If they take me, I could
get a student loan.
We could live on that.
I think I got better because
it wasn't just the
walking. It was...
It was feeling free. You know?
I... I think we
should walk again.
Get to Land's End and just
keep going, all the way.
But you need rest, love.
We've got 1,500 quid.
You know, that's enough for
a B and B if we need it.
I know it is mad...
because it's the future.
What do you think?
I think you're beautiful.
Gee whizz. (CHUCKLING)
I don't know about that.
What about the walking?
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
(ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(FALCON SCREECHING)
I'm glad, really.
Well, I know it's been
bloody hard, but...
I wouldn't change a thing.
Would you?
I don't know.
Well, I'd change the
illness. (CHUCKLES)
'Course I would.
But the rest of it.
I thought the...
the house and all,
everything was...
that was "us", but it wasn't.
It was shelter.
And God knows everyone
needs shelter. But...
it's freedom.
When it does come...
the end,
I want you to have me cremated.
And then when you die,
the kids could put
us in the same...
urn, or box, whatever.
Bring us here,
give us a good shake...
send us on our way.
Together.
Okay.
Okay.
Good.
Is there anything else?
I'll put the tea
on then, will I?
When you first told
me that you loved me,
no one had ever said
that to me before.
Nobody.
Not my family. No one.
And then when you said it...
(CHUCKLES FAINTLY)
You're my home.
(CRYING SOFTLY)
(MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING)
Afternoon.
-Rain coming.
-MOTH: Yeah, yeah.
I saw the birds
sheltering back there.
Oh, you watch them too?
Yes. You have the look.
The look?
People here fight the
elements. The weather.
But when it's touched you,
when you let it be,
you'll never be the same again.
You're salted.
Good luck.
(MOTH CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
(ETHEREAL FOLK MUSIC PLAYING)
(MUSIC FADES OUT)
(WAVES CRASHING GENTLY)
(SEAGULLS CALLING)
(DREAMY MUSIC PLAYING)