[fire crackling]
[wind howling]
[rooster crows]
[dog barking in distance]
[dog barking]
[whistles]
[drone buzzing]
[tense music]
♪
[buzzing intensifies]
[dog barking]
[gunshot]
[drone buzzing]
[video game gunfire]
[door opening]
Johnny?
I've been calling you.
Wanna go test drive that new tractor?
Nah, I'm okay.
It's got automatic steering, GPS, state of the art satnav.
Oh.
Well, in that case...
Oh, look at that.
One day, it'll all be yours.
[chuckles] Great.
Come on.
[sighs]
- Cheers, Ted. - No probs.
Thank you.
What do you reckon?
Yeah, it's cool.
Yeah.
Maxing out the MasterCard cool? 'Cause that's what'll happen.
Want a spin?
- Not old enough. - Oh, don't worry.
I sent off for your provisional.
But I'm 15.
Oh, well, go on.
[tractor humming]
Whoa!
Jesus.
[laughs] - Okay.
[chuckles]
Well, the brakes work.
You know that.
Yeah, they do, don't they?
Thank you.
[thud]
Dad, where are you going?
It's a shortcut.
A shortcut?
You're lost.
Hey.
Stop.
- Can I get through here, mate? - No, no, no.
You have to go back.
You have to go around.
All right.
Calm down.
Don't say a word.
[snorts]
[tractor beeping]
[rock music]
Palisades... that's where Uncle Caleb works, right?
Yeah, last I heard.
Shall we go and say hello?
Well, it's not really the sort of place you just rock up.
Is it true he killed a man with a bayonet in Iraq?
He tell you that?
It must be true, then.
Ah, I've said, I'll pop over to Owens
and deal with a branch for him. Do you want to come with?
- Oh, no. I got stuff to do at home.
Oh, right.
Stuff in the real world or the virtual world?
Original.
Homework, actually.
Can I get a new motherboard?
What?
How much is that gonna cost?
- It's like, 300. - 300 quid?
Yeah.
Oh, you're gonna have to wait till your birthday for that.
- Right. Okay.
See ya.
[car engine revving]
[saw buzzing]
[chickens clucking]
Last time you were up there, your dad and me,
we sat out drinking beer.
He was probably trying to sell
you something you didn't want.
He was all right, your dad, for an Englishman.
Heh.
[cows mooing]
The vets came over last week for the TB test.
Oh, yeah.
Austin?
A new bloke.
Roger something.
Inconclusive, so they're running more.
Ah, well, wait till then.
Could be all right.
[sighs] Meantime, I'm locked down for the foreseeable.
You just wanna run a line of electric across the top field,
just in case?
Sure.
We'll be making more from the eggs soon.
What do you make of the van, then?
Oh, it's lovely.
Very colorful.
Gwen's idea.
It was that or glamping.
Well, you're diversifying, aren't you?
There's nothing wrong with that.
[exhales] I don't know, Nate.
We're mortgaged to the gills.
Bank won't lend us another bean.
Yeah, tell me about it.
Maybe we should sell out like Bill Turner.
You don't mean that.
You got a fair price?
Yeah, from who, some storage company?
He told me they got fairground equipment, big wheels
and bumper cars in there.
Yeah.
Said you gave him the third degree.
Well, affects us all, doesn't it?
And what's a storage company want with a farm anyway?
Check didn't bounce.
I got a letter off an agent last week.
I own a farm of ideal size and specifications, apparently.
I hope you threw it in the bin.
Of course.
[sniffs] You want this all chopped up firewood size?
Yeah.
[chainsaw revving]
Thanks so much, Nate.
Can't afford tree surgeons these days.
Did he tell you about the inconclusives?
Yeah, he says no sense in panicking until you've
heard the results.
How are you doing, Nathan?
Me?
I'm fine.
Johnny?
Oh, Johnny's always on his computer, you know.
Playing those games?
Playing those games.
[chuckling]
There you are.
I haven't had a chance to wash them yet.
Some Welsh cakes for Johnny.
Oh.
Well, you're spoiling us.
Oh, just as good on the inside.
No, I'm joking.
Thank you.
[indistinct conversation]
This is my dad.
Scott Foley.
Nathan Williams.
I'm here about the barn.
I must be the only person left who doesn't use Tripadvisor.
Oh, well, you might want to start.
I haven't rented that barn out for a while.
A while.
Can I recommend you to The Skillet in the village?
About a mile down the lane, maybe a bit less.
Okay.
Am I still in England or is this Wales?
Oh, well, that depends which map you read.
Sorry.
Do you mind telling me when you stopped renting out the barn?
Yeah, about two years ago, when my wife died.
[sheep bleating, cows mooing]
[pensive music]
♪
[vocalizing]
[horse neighing]
Hello, sweetheart.
[phone ringing]
[rooster crowing]
Hello?
[gasps] Nathan.
Nathan.
Is that you Gwen?
Owen!
Owen, let me in! Owen!
Ah!
Nathan!
Oh!
Owen!
He's... he's... oh, my god.
He won't let me... he's locked himself in his...
Owen... Owen, he's locked...
- Okay, come and sit down. - Please.
He's locked down.
Come and sit down.
- Oh. - Sit there.
- He's locked. - Sit down.
All right?
Stay there.
Owen?
[intense music]
Oh, Christ, man, don't do... don't do that.
Let me in! Don't do that!
Oi!
Talk to me. Let me in!
[door rattling]
Let me in here! Let me talk to you!
Come on!
[banging]
[gunshot] - Ah!
- Oh! Oh, shit!
[grunts] Oh, god.
Christ.
Oh.
[breathing heavily]
[crying]
Gwen.
[moaning]
I got you.
Oh, Gwen.
Come and sit back here.
That's it.
Back you come.
Here you go. All right.
Breathe deep.
I'll call an ambulance.
[somber music]
♪
All right.
So I'll come and see you soon as I can.
In the old days, there'd be a detective for a firearms death.
Poor Owen will have to make do with me.
There'll be a post mortem, of course.
Yeah.
Have to be.
The law requires it.
For such a tiny man, he made a complete mess of it.
[cows mooing]
I want to extend that fence down by the river.
Badgers?
No, livestock.
Old Owen left a handful of inconclusives.
I don't want them wandering over the boundary.
[cows mooing]
We'll need to book a test.
Want me to call the vet?
Yeah.
Thanks, Pavel.
[engine roaring]
[river bubbling]
[dog panting]
Hello?
Who are you?
I'm the cleaner.
I help around the house and the eggs.
It's terrible, what happened.
What's your name?
Eva.
What are you doing here, Eva?
Cleaning.
I didn't want Mrs. Thomas to think I was taking advantage.
God forbid.
So are you cleaning now?
'Cause it looks to me like you're hiding.
I don't want to speak to the police, okay?
Why not?
None of your business.
What are you doing here?
I'm a neighbor.
[keys jingling]
[lock clicking]
[car engine turning on]
Shit.
[whistles]
[dog barking]
Dad!
[engines powering down]
Hi, Johnny.
All right.
Ah.
All right, Mr. Williams?
Hello, Rhys.
Hope it's all right, me bringing Johnny back.
Yeah much appreciated.
Saved me a trip. - Yeah.
You're going to be well lit.
Well, I'm sorry he's not wearing a helmet.
I usually carry a spare, you know.
Well, he's all right, ain't you?
Yeah.
Where are you working now, Rhys?
Odds and sods, a bit of house painting work.
How are things at home?
Well, Dad's still away.
[drone buzzing]
Mum's in and out of hospital.
And, uh, well, uh, Sadie's at...
Hang on.
[suspenseful music]
♪
[buzzing intensifies]
I'll see you at home.
All right.
Bye.
[engine turning on]
[tires squealing]
[tense music]
♪
[panting]
[sniffles]
[sighs]
Okay, yes, we were in debt.
Have we been in the red before?
Probably more often than not.
I don't get it.
He seemed more resigned than worried about the tests.
He'd already given up.
He just hid it well.
Yeah, he did.
Too well.
Why, Nathan?
Why didn't he tell me?
We shared everything.
This life's a struggle, isn't it?
Every day.
We must be mad.
Certifiable.
[sniffles]
Would you look in on the farm, Nate?
Yeah, I already have.
I checked the herd and the isolateds.
They are separate.
My... my cleaner, Eva, she helps with the eggs.
Right.
And she'll feed the hens and stock up a supply.
But if you could just see if she needs anything.
Yeah, no problem.
He, um... he talked about selling up recently.
Yeah.
Yeah, he did, uh... he did mention something.
What was your take on it, selling the farm?
Owen and me, we...
well, all we knew was farming.
I couldn't fathom it.
But now...
Well, there's no rush.
The bills would be piling up.
I don't know where anything is.
I don't even know where he kept the checkbook, assuming there's
any money in the account.
Well, I'll tell you what.
Why don't I lend a hand with the admin and all
that until you decide what you want to do?
[sighs]
Thanks, Nate.
All right, love.
[sighs]
[video game gunfire]
Oh, brutal!
[laughs] You are brutal, mate.
Hey, you should go pro with this stuff.
Yeah, right.
No, I'm serious.
Pro gamers are getting paid more than footballers nowadays.
[phone dings, buzzes]
Ugh, Sadie.
She's doing my head in.
You, uh... you've always liked her, haven't you?
No.
No?
A bit.
[laughs] Yeah, well, uh, you know,
you should come over and see her, now that
we're back in touch, I mean.
Oh, I see her every day.
Yeah, that's school, though, mate.
You know, that's different.
I suppose.
Mm.
I heard she likes you, too.
Fuck off.
[laughs] Right.
Best be off, killer.
Don't do anything I wouldn't do.
That leaves you with very few options.
- Ugh. Okay.
Oh, yeah.
Um, could you, um...
could you do me a favor?
Could you... look after this for me?
What's in it?
I don't know.
I'm holding on to it for some bloke.
Personal effects, he says.
What does that mean?
I don't know.
Private stuff, I suppose.
Can you look after it for me, keep it safe?
Rhys, I don't like not knowing what's in it, you know?
Okay.
It's just for a day or two, three at the most.
Why can't you keep it?
You know where I live, mate... fucking junkie central.
I was burgled three times last year.
I'll owe you.
Fine.
Go.
Nice one, mate.
See you in a bit, yeah?
Okay.
Bye-bye.
[background chatter]
Excuse me, sir.
Can you sign this position for us, please?
- No, no, thanks, mate. I'm all right.
Just going for a pint.
Want to know the truth about Palisades?
No, thanks, love.
[chanting] Stay out!
Parli, stay out!
Oh, no, Nate.
Free country.
Mind you, I sincerely hope they're not blinding
cats to make moisturizer.
Ugh, unless you use my neighbor's cat.
Big, fat bastard keeps pissing on my daffs.
The jobs come in handy, though.
Eh, the jobs saved this town's ass.
It saved my brother's.
- Same again? - Uh, no.
I've got to be off. Johnny's at home.
- Oh. - See ya.
Bye.
Hello... hello.
Uh, Eva?
Uh, sorry if I seemed rude earlier.
Can I buy you and your friend a drink?
No, thanks.
[speaking Polish]
- [speaking Polish] - [speaking Polish]
Mind if I...
so I spoke with Gwen.
I'm gonna keep an eye on the farm,
you know, just to make sure the stock are taken care of.
Right.
So you just carry on with the cleaning and the eggs,
and I'll pay you on Friday.
Okay.
Look, I get it.
You're worried about your job.
You can always come and clean at my place if you want.
I warn you, though, it's a bit of a horror story.
You'll pay me Friday?
Yes.
Yep.
Bring it around 1 o'clock.
[microwave beeps]
You okay?
Yeah, I'm fine.
I didn't know you were still in touch with Rhys.
I wasn't.
You always had your eye on his sister, Suzy, didn't you?
- Sadie? No, I didn't.
I don't.
Oh.
I stand corrected.
She's in your class, right, though?
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, they made her repeat a year.
She's really, really smart, just
missed loads of school, so...
Oh, right.
Is that our farm?
No, it's next door.
Where'd you get it?
Public records.
It's no big deal.
Are you gonna buy it?
No flies on you, are there?
I'm thinking about it.
[suspenseful music]
♪
- Here you go. - Thank you.
- All right. See you later.
- See you later. - Ta-ta.
- Yeah.
I'll see you later.
- Hi, Sadie. - Johnny.
Good morning.
Morning.
Mr. Williams, can I have a word about Johnny?
Yeah, of course.
Thanks.
Oh, hello, Eva, Pavel.
Hey, Nathan.
You two met before?
Poland is such a small country,
we all know each other.
No, we've not met before.
Oh, right.
Well, I asked for that, didn't I?
Back to work.
Yep.
[speaking Polish]
[sighs] I would like to accept your offer.
Oh, great.
I'll bring some cleaning products in,
in case you're running low.
Looks like you are.
Pavel said it's you and your son.
Uh, yeah, Johnny.
That's right.
I have a daughter, too, Alice.
She's in France at the moment.
How long she's been there for?
A couple of years now.
She didn't take my wife's death...
her... her mum's... she just wanted to get away from it all,
I think maybe...
I don't know... connect with her mum's roots and that.
She was French, your wife?
Yeah.
Yeah, she was.
Well, if you need, uh, anything else, just... just ask.
[pensive music]
♪
And here's the champagne.
Thanks, Doris, love.
Hi.
Dad, remember Scott from the other day?
Oh, yeah, of course.
Well, you took my advice, then?
Yeah, I did.
Thank you.
Food's great.
Room's great.
Doris is great.
There you were, thinking I'd fobbed you off.
Crossed my mind.
You're dressed very smart for a man on holiday.
I was seeing a client down here.
Ah, right.
What is your line of business, if you don't mind me asking?
Finance.
Ah.
By the way, Doris says this is definitely Wales.
Oh, well, there's no higher authority than Doris.
See ya.
Mrs. Roberts wanted a word earlier...
said you'd been underperforming a bit
and that you totally dropped the swimming,
which was news to me.
Well, what else did she say?
She said that you look tired a lot
and that, well, you're just not the Johnny she knows.
Is that a fair assessment?
Look, I know the gaming is important to you,
and I know it's not a solitary pursuit because all
your mates are online.
God, Dad, please.
Jesus.
But one thing's for sure.
Those clever bastards who dreamt up "Minecraft"
and "Fortnite" who did the programming and the rendering
and whatnot, they had to work bloody
hard to get where they are.
Yeah.
Yeah, I suppose so.
So new rule...
no gaming after 9:00 Monday to Thursday, and you
pick up the swimming again.
What?
You're good at it, Johnny.
Okay, fine.
[cow mooing]
[pensive music]
♪
[muffled music]
[tires squealing]
[whooping, cheering]
[horn honking]
[breathing rapidly]
[phone buzzing, ringing]
Eva?
Sir, sorry to call so late.
I was at Gwen and Owen's.
Uh, Gwen asked me to get a checkbook,
and I didn't have time in the morning.
What's happened, Eva?
Well, I'm going down the lane,
and I passed three cars going the other way.
[loud music, chatter]
[gunshot, crowd exclaiming]
Right!
Police are on their way.
I got all your registrations.
I'll be helping them with their enquiries
unless you all fuck off right now!
Go on!
Don't just look at me.
Get out!
- Calm down, mate. - All right, go on.
I'm telling you, go.
Get out.
Go on.
Off you go.
[music intensifies]
Come on, get out of here!
Oh, Jesus Christ, Johnny.
Jesus Christ.
How do you even know all those people?
I told you, I don't.
Rhys knows them.
He met him in the pub.
That was everyone.
What were you thinking?
I'm sorry, Dad.
It stinks of pot in here.
I'm glad you think it's funny.
Come on.
No one calls it "pot" anymore.
Oh.
I know you and Mum used to smoke a bit.
That's what Mum told me.
I also know how you, uh, got nicked in Australia as well.
[clears throat] Thailand.
We met in Australia.
We got busted in Thailand.
Oh.
So you got around, then? - Yeah.
Yeah, that is.
It wasn't my plan.
I wasn't fussed about seeing the world or anything,
but I came back from Plumpton and expecting to work
with my dad, not for him.
Anyway, one day, I'd had enough.
Months later, I'm on a ranch in Queensland,
trying to find the courage to speak to the lovely French girl
behind the local bar.
[soft music]
I can't see Mum pulling pints.
Oh, yeah.
She handled her own, too.
Those locals were a rowdy bunch.
After that, we went traveling.
I called her from a bar on Koh Samui on a Saturday morning.
Dad would always answer the phone
and hand it straight to Mum.
But, um, she answered.
He'd been dead a week.
So that was that.
I came home.
What about Uncle Caleb?
Well, he'd joined the Marines by then.
[bottles clinking in distance]
Dad?
Yep.
Oh.
Open up.
Thank you.
I know it seems a bit crap and a bit previous,
but I'm just worried about Gwen selling to these people.
Black Mountain Estates.
What makes you think she's going to?
We share an access road, drainage, two
streams across our farms. I'm vulnerable.
To what?
To dirty tricks!
Getting forced out, choked off.
Oh, a hostile takeover bid.
You think I'm being paranoid, don't you?
A lot of arable land is being repurposed.
- What, like Bill Turner's? - Like Bill Turner's.
Bloody storage?
Or whatever's going on up there.
They made umpteen planning applications, apparently.
I'll tell you what's not going on up there is farming.
Sadly, there's a lot of farming not
going on all over the country.
Trying to fight back, are you now?
No, listen now...
50 years from now, there won't be a farm worth the name
from me to Anglesey.
Buying Owen's place could be financially disastrous.
What?
You think I couldn't run two farms?
I think you've remortgaged three times in 10 years
to keep your farm afloat.
And that tells a story.
Turned a profit the last two years.
Barely.
Can I get a loan for a deposit?
Oh, Nathan.
Potentially.
Potentially, yes.
But as your bank manager, I don't
even want to think how long.
I would have to advise you that buying another farm
is fucking nuts.
Go on.
[cows mooing]
Looks like you're finally getting your mitts
on Owen's place, then.
Christ knows you've waited long enough.
[laughs]
Beneath you, gentlemen.
Beneath you.
Stop!
Stop running!
[cheering, applause]
[bell ringing]
[auctioneer chant]
42 and 1/2 kilos by 42 and 1/2 kilos, 106.
4, 5, half, 106.
20, 620.50, 650...
[grunting]
Hey.
Hey, man.
Hey.
101, 101.
Come to sell your pebble of land for a frozen chicken, eh?
40.20, 420.50, 480, 480 bid.
124.85.
Caleb.
Fancy a pint?
Eh, go on.
Sold, 850.
I heard you were there at the end with Owen.
Mm.
What else did you hear?
Nothing.
Why?
You okay?
Yeah, fine.
Wanna talk about Owen?
No shame in it.
I know the first week in Mauritania
I see my NCO bleed out in a so-called armored vehicle.
Caleb.
What do I do?
I... I block it out, bottle it up... never happened...
until one day I can't.
And out it comes in the supermarket by the frozen meat.
And I'm telling Andy, the assistant manager,
all about it.
Embarrassing, but next day, I'm...
I'm a new man, light as a feather.
It's why I stopped drinking.
[scoffs]
Drinking heavily, I mean.
Well, I appreciate the brotherly advice, but I'm fine.
Thank you.
You put this on.
No.
Topped you now?
Hmm.
Another one?
No, I gotta get Johnny.
Ships in the night, aren't we?
Ow, oh.
[clears throat] Whose fault is that?
See ya.
Bye.
[car approaching]
Oh.
Ugh.
All right, Jane?
Insult to injury, you know.
What?
Bloody farmers.
Present company accepted.
Glad to hear it.
They don't just kill them illegally.
They try and make out their roadkill.
Yeah.
One you might fall for.
Please.
He's taking the piss.
Back.
[drone buzzing]
That one of yours, Jane?
Are you kidding me now?
Our budget can barely stretch to radios, let alone drones.
You've seen it before then?
Yeah, a couple of times.
Hmm.
All the best.
Yeah, yeah.
All right, see you later.
[door closes]
Eva, hello.
I finished housework early, so I
thought I'd cook you dinner?
- Oh, wow. Thanks.
Smells fantastic, doesn't it?
That's nice, isn't it? - It's ready.
Sit.
I made pierogi.
It's a Polish dish.
You'll see.
Will you be joining us?
I have to get off.
I hoovered and dusted, changed the bed sheets,
and washed the windows.
Bedsheets?
I found the bedding in the cupboard by the bathroom.
Oh, yeah, that's right.
Are you sure you won't stay? - No, thank you.
I have to go.
Mm, That's delicious.
- See you tomorrow. - Yeah.
Thank you.
See you.
[mockingly] Are you sure you won't stay?
Well, I'm just being friendly.
Whatever.
- A bit old-fashioned, Johnny. - What?
What?
Boys and girls can be mates, you know, get on.
It doesn't have to be anything more.
Look at you and Sadie.
[suspenseful music]
♪
[gasps]
[tense music]
Dad, some stuff's gone missing from my room.
She must have taken it... Eva.
What stuff?
It's just some money I saved up, all right?
- How much are we talking? - That's not the point.
She stole it! - Easy, tiger.
- Who is she anyway? Where did she come from?
Like, she could be anyone, an illegal...
Johnny.
Why did you let her in our house, Dad?
All right, calm down.
Tell me what's missing, and we'll start from there.
It's just some money, like I said.
All right then.
Well, we'll call her up and have it out with her.
[phone ringing]
Rhys?
You're fucking kidding me.
I... I don't get it. How...
I don't know.
It's just gone, all right?
It's gone.
[panting] Well, can you come over now?
Uh, let me call you back.
All right?
Uh, look, it's fine, Dad.
Probably overreacting.
I must have just put it somewhere.
Oh.
And I don't know where it is, but I'll find it, all right?
Okay.
[horse snorting]
[ominous music]
♪
It's the bloody cleaner, Eva.
It has to be.
Talk about the most obvious place to stash something.
I'm sorry, Rhys.
Yeah, so am I, mate!
Give him a fucking break, Rhys.
What are you playing at?
What the fuck you playing at?
You're being too fucking hard-headed, Rhys.
Okay?
Go on.
See you, Johnny, yeah?
Hey, bye, Sadie.
[foreboding music]
♪
I'll sort it.
Don't worry.
Right.
For now, let's not panic, all right?
Let's not start pointing fingers.
[sighs]
There is something you could do for me, actually.
Could you take this to the Raglan?
It's for a guy called Dan, works there in reception.
There's drugs in here?
[scoffs]
It's just a bit of weed, Johnny.
All right?
It's not crystal meth.
It's not gonna bring the cartel down on us.
Look.
If you're caught... and you won't be... just
say a guest left it at the pub and you're returning it,
all right?
Easy.
Right, okay.
Okay.
I'll catch you in a bit, yeah?
Okay, bye.
[dramatic music]
♪
[bird cawing]
[tense music]
♪
[dramatic music]
♪
[faint chatter]
[Tom Jones, "Burning Hell"]
♪ I'm going down
♪ To the crossroads
♪ With no devil
♪ Well, I'll make a deal
♪ I'm going down
♪ To the crossroads
♪ With no devil
♪ Well, I'll make a deal
♪ Maybe there ain't no heaven