[Wind]
[Electrical buzzing]
[Children playing]
Peter [voice over]: Boyhood smelled of bonfires...
And long green grass...
And charcoal soap.
And there was a lot of chasing.
And waiting.
And horses.
Those charming halcyon days.
Kate: I prefer it down here too.
It's close knit.
Is it dead hilly where you're from?
Is it what?
Hilly. Is it dead hilly?
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah.
Yeah, loads of hills.
Pure steep sometimes.
Quite flat here, isn't it?
Yeah.
Flat's better for my pushbike.
My dad likes the quizzes.
The what?
The quizzes. On the telly.
Oh.
He's retired.
Is he pure smart?
Pure smart people like the quizzes.
Nah. Just likes them.
Which ones?
All of them.
Does he like bullseye?
That's not a quiz, it's darts.
No, I know. But, like, you still
win radios and cookers and that...
We've got all those things anyway.
So do we.
I'm aiming for loughborough.
It's free for me, you know.
I got stung by nettles at lunch.
What was your dad?
Policeman.
I've got to go.
Where?
Home.
Where do you live?
Over the Heath.
Is it far?
You can, erm...
Rub a dock leaf on it next time.
I don't know what that is.
Big green leaf.
Usually near the nettles.
See you tomorrow.
[Gentle music]
♪ I need you
♪ to be there for me
♪ just while I fix
♪ this little bit of misery.
♪ I know it's not ideal
♪ to rely on someone else.
♪ They've been saying things.
♪ They've been saying things...
♪ About me.
[Sentimental acoustic guitar]
Peter [voice over]: I wonder if there's anything worth learning
that can be learned whilst sitting at a wooden desk
in a state school in the countryside
with hands stained blue with ink.
Discos
lunches
harvest festivals
hymns.
[Rushing water]
Trips to the church
walking through the graveyard
reading the death dates on the stones
and looking up at the bell tower.
Parquet flooring.
The maypole.
The silk ribbon on the maypole.
The long walk home.
In junior school I had an elesticated tie.
In senior, a real one.
Tied in a four-in-hand knot
first by my mother
then my father
and then me.
Though it wasn't silk.
Ra!
[Amy laughs]
[Waterfowl birdsong]
Amy [singing]: Sardina, ina, ina, coccodril lu, la,
e cri, cri, cri, e cra, cra, cra.
Sardina, ina, ina, coccodril lu, la,
chi fuori uscira!
See you tomorrow
[door closes]
Greta: Hi darling.
Hi.
Greta: Get home alright?
Yeah.
Greta: How was the walk?
Long.
Greta: Which way did you go?
The usual way. Along the canal.
- Greta: Peter wasn't late, was he? - No.
Greta: I don't know what we'll do in the winter.
You'll freeze. Hopefully I can cut my hours down.
[TV voice 1] Very well done, Toby. Now, for
a chance to win this beautiful set of cheese
knives, all you have to do is answer this next question correctly.
Are you ready, Toby? - [TV voice 2] Yeah, I think so, Clive.
[TV voice 1] Which of the following is not to be considered an accessory fruit:
(A) Strawberry, B) Common fig, or C) Raspberry?
Fig!
[TV voice 2] I'm not sure.
It's got to be fig. It's the odd one out.
([TV voice 1] A) Strawberry, B) (Common fig, or C) Raspberry.
'B'.
[TV voice 2] I think I'm going to have to go for 'b', Clive, common fig.
Yes.
[TV voice 1] Are you certain?
Yes.
[TV voice 2] I'm not certain, Clive, but it's what
I want to go for. It's the odd one out, isn't it?
It is.
[TV voice 1] Oh, I'm sorry, Toby, the
answer is 'C' rapsberry. [Wrong answer buzz]
The common fig is considered accessory fruit
where as, the rapsberry is an aggregate fruit, developing from several ovaries.
Never mind, eh? You've still got that lovely radio alarm clock. [Outro music]
[TV voice 2] Yeah, I think I'll get some
batteries for it in my lunch break tomorrow.
[TV voice 1] You've been an excellent guest, we wish you all the best.
[TV voice 2] Thanks, Clive. I'll know now for when I
next go raspberry picking, won't I? About the raspberries.
Going out.
Where you going?
For a walk.
By yourself? Bit sad.
Go on then. Leave me.
[Blowing breeze]
[Birdsong]
Billy: Blackbirds, Robins, sparrows.
And more wood pigeons than you could shake a stick at.
- Any crows? - Billy: Not round here, there's not.
There's loads of scarecrows.
Billy: There's some wild garlic over there, can you smell it?
So, you're a birdwatcher?
That's right. Billy.
Peter.
I'm more of a bird-listener.
Blackbirds are your best bet for that.
Or Robins.
There's a horse with one eye over there, you know.
I know.
He's always there.
The flies swarm around him in summer.
That gaping hole in his face.
Kills me.
Billy: In Nottingham, I saw a cat with three dicks.
So, what are you looking for in particular?
How do you know I'm looking for something in particular?
Isn't that how it works?
Some take whatever they can get.
As it goes, I am looking for something in particular.
I'm hoping to see a bee-eater.
They're so colorful, you'd know right away if you saw one.
[Birdsong]
I've got a spare pair, you know.
[Gravel crunching]
Peter [voice over]: A woker using a circular
saw to cut paving stones early in the morning
silenced all the birds in the street for an
entire ten minutes after the buzzing finished.
After the quiet came the scrap-iron man
[canal lock gate clanking]
Then the bird-song returned
[rocks splash into water]
And then finally, in the distance, the popping
of Clay pigeons. [Clay pigeon gun shots]
[Splash]
Kate [calling out]: Hi.
Alright.
How's this?
My neighbour, Amy. This is Kate.
Kate: Hello.
Say hello.
That's okay. I didn't see you after school today.
Shall we, erm... yeah.
Kate: I didn't see you after school today.
Peter: I was late yesterday, so.
Kate: Yeah. There's not much to do 'round here is there?
Peter: I don't know, if you go south a bit, down
to the cotswolds, there's a few things going on.
There's cheese-rolling, for one. We were talking about steep hills...
- Were we? - Yeah, yesterday.
The hill they do the cheese-rolling on is so steep. It's like that. Cooper's hill.
They roll the wheel of cheese down, and they start chasing it, and people go flying
breaking bones, all of that.
And then they start chanting "cheese, cheese, cheese, ch..."
Gloustershire, every may.
I don't know. You, err... find things to do.
- What's that? - Fruit salad. No banana.
Kate: Cool. What are you doing tomorrow night?
Watching the quizzes. You?
Do you wanna do something? It is Friday after all.
I told you, you only have to hold my hand when we're crossing the road.
What would you suggest?
Meet at top field at seven?
Okay.
Peter - cool. Bye.
[Lulling acoustic guitar]
[Cheerful birdsong]
Joe: Do you box?
Me? Nah.
Nah, you've got good frame, you know. I mean,
you're short, but I reckon you're strong.
- I dunno... - Put your donnies up.
Nah, put them up properly.
Like this.
- Like that? - Hm, you'd be alright, y'know.
You'd have to trim down a bit.
Do a bit of training, you could have a go at cotter's barn.
You should spar.
I mean, I practice on scarecrows. Even the ones in peoples' gardens at festival times.
Knock their heads clean off and leg it.
- Oh yeah? - Yeah.
Last year, over the other side of the village, by the lamps,
this one house made a scarecrow and dressed it like a Bobby.
A fucking pig!
So I took it and threw it in the sty at the abbatoir.
- Yeah? - Yeah.
And you see this scar?
I boxed this one scarecrow before and there
must have been a nail or something inside it
because it proper sliced me up.
[Lulling acoustic guitar continues]
[Music fades]
Blue tit!
[Birdsong]
[Tender footsteps]
Billy: Orange squash.
- Peter: Thank you. - Billy: Orange is best.
Yeah.
Lemon squash is for weaklings and cuckolds.
- Just you here, is it? - That's right.
- What's that smell? - Charcoal soap.
It's nice.
What's happened to your sleeve?
Barbed wire. Do you like music?
Of course.
What Kant called the 'quickening art'.
Didn't really know what he meant by that until I was
sitting on a train next to a group of old ladies.
Could've been in their eighties, nineties.
They'd been to hear a concert.
They were like braying donkeys.
So rowdy.
Music brings the dead back to life.
So do you think you'll ever see those birds?
The bee-eaters?
Yeah.
It's extremely rare that they attempt to nest in the UK.
But I have seen them before.
A pair of them decided to breed in Hampton bishop, in Herefordshire in 2005.
Me and the missus went to see them. Her idea.
She was the one that was really passionate about it.
[Hushed] It was July. I remember.
They were so beautiful.
What colours.
On the drive home, a lorry carrying timber went into the back of us.
And June was killed.
The missus died right there and then on the M50.
They like to nest in quarries.
Sandy places.
The pair in Hampton bishop did manage to have chicks
but they were snaffled by a fox.
Last year, I went to see a palmist
and asked her where I should go to see the bee-eaters again
and she told me I should go to Staffordshire and so I did.
Found a village with quarries near by.
Most of them aren't Sandy enough any more.
Or muddy.
It's just hard Clay.
All the sand has been dug out.
Still, I would like to see them one last time.
And then that's me done.
I can help you find them.
I'm going to the grotto on Thursday night
to listen to some singers do a little bit of William Cornysh the younger.
If you don't find me a little forward and the whole thing a bit dreary
perhaps you'd like to come.
Okay.
[Acoustic folk song begins]
♪ You ain't changing enough.
♪ That's the problem. So I'm leaving.
♪ I'm not the kind of person who's gonna carry on with this feeling.
♪ I can't answer why.
♪ Because I don't know why.
♪ I just want to.
♪ I don't want to, but, goodbye.
♪ Summery winter...
♪ In this summery winter.
♪ Years go by since we said goodbye and I hardly remember this place.
♪ It's for the best, though, it's like a test.
♪ Though things usually stay the same.
♪ It's best if I'm on my own
♪ I was sick of it anyway and how I used to moan.
♪ I'll sit alone.
[Peter and Kate squawk]
♪ That's where I call home
♪ I will get by on my own
♪ in this summery winter.
♪ In this summery winter.
[Wind and birdsong]
You okay?
Yeah.
Shall we go soon?
Soon.
Peter: Did you have a nice weekend?
With my dad.
Peter: Me too.
Let me know if you see any colorful birds.
Amy: Okay.
I learnt how to find wild garlic.
I could teach you?
You smell it first, then you spot it.
You could take some home for your mum.
Mustn't mistake it for Lily of the valley, that's poisonous.
[Whispered] Do you like me?
Peter: What?
Do you like me?
Of course.
You only spend time with me because you have to.
We get on well enough.
If we were in the same year, would you hang out with me?
Dunno.
I don't really spend time with people in my year.
But if I was?
Yeah.
If I were Kate...
What?
If I was the same age as you and Kate, who would you prefer? Me or Kate?
Erm... dunno.
You?
Is Kate Scottish?
Peter: Yeah.
And she moved here?
Peter: Yeah.
Like me?
Like you.
Amy: Is Kate your girlfriend?
Nah.
Amy: Who's your girlfriend then?
I don't have one.
Amy: I don't have a boyfriend.
You're a bit young for all of that.
No I'm not.
Yeah you are.
Amy: Too young to love someone?
I didn't say that.
Bet you fancied people when you were nine.
Will you be my boyfriend?
Amy...
Amy: Please.
No. I'm sorry, you're too young.
I knew you didn't like me.
Amy.
You only spend time with me because you have to.
It's not that.
You're too young.
And I'd get into trouble, wouldn't I? And you wouldn't want that, would you?
I won't tell anyone.
Amy. No.
I'm going to run away.
Stop.
You're never going to see me again.
Don't tell me you're going to run away.
I will. I'll run away to the chase, to the dens, and
you'll have to search the whole forest to find me.
It's the last you'll see of me.
When you're older, you can have any boyfriend you want.
Pretty girl like you.
You.
No.
I'm stupid. I hate myself.
That's enough now, Amy.
Please.
Fine. Okay. I'll be your boyfriend.
Amy: Really?
But you can't tell anyone, okay?
Okay.
I mean it.
Yeah.
It's our secret.
Our secret.
You promise?
Promise.
Argh! Put your hands where I can see them.
Yeah. Do what he says, or I'll shoot your nose off your face.
Hey. Not you love, you're on our side.
Give us your shoes or I'll smash your head off with my big stick.
Actually, I've changed my mind. You're the one I'm going to kill, fat boy.
All: Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!
[Joe Whinnys and clops like a horse]
Peter: Are you sure the farmer won't mind us being here?
Joe: Nah, Ronnie's sound, really.
Just got a couple of bits we need to do, yeah?
Joe: Right. I'll be two minutes, yeah?
[Door creaks open]
Right, don't mind giving me a hand with this, do you, Petey?
Amy, love, do you mind staying here for a second and giving these hay bales a count?
Right, I'll be back in a bit, yeah. Go on, that way.
[Sweet music]
- Jess: Hello. - Hi.
What're you doing in here?
- Just waiting for my boyfriend. - Who's your boyfriend?
Peter.
Who's that?
He's just over there somewhere. Brown hair.
Alright?
We're just having a chat.
Oh yeah? What about?
Girly stuff, was it?
How many bales of hay was it? - Amy: Fourteen
alright, okay. I'll see you in a bit, Jess, yeah?
Come on then, there's someone I want you to meet.
[Gentle music]
♪ I need you
♪ to be there for me
♪ just while I fix
♪ this little bit of misery.
♪ I know it's not ideal
♪ to rely on someone else.
♪ But they've been saying things.
♪ They've been saying things.
♪ They've been saying things...
♪ About me.
[Evening birdsong]
Weirdest place on earth.
I used to work on a farm in Shropshire.
Backwater, man.
Don't get it twisted, I'm a country pumpkin
but some of the lads on this farm...
Fucking goblins.
Course, we've got that absolute wedge.
Nah, I like our col.
Talking of backwater, you get some right-ones around here.
Found this mad old bastard the other week with
a pair of binoculars and his sleeve caught
to the barbed wire on the beef field.
Had to cut him free with my knife. Sliced him up.
He was banging on about birds. I reckon he was a perv.
He's lucky he didn't get impaled by one of them bullocks, trespassing like that.
- Some folk. - Yeah, mad old bastard.
Old bastard.
Do you ever get this feeling that you're gonna end up like your dad
like, no matter what you do?
I just worry I'm gonna make the same choices
and mistakes, and...
Just end up the same.
Dunno.
What's your dad like?
He's alright, I dunno. He's a bit...
There's worse people I could end up like, do you know what I mean?
I dunno.
Ever heard of William Cornysh the younger?
Nah.
On Thursday night I'm gonna listen to some of his music...
Thursday night I'm on patrol. Fox watch.
Oh, I'm gonna nail one of them fuckers in the skull with my crossbow.
Here's a tip for you. If you ever have a fox problem and they're not taking the bait
try KFC, they fucking love it. Trust me.
Here, talking of music, I've got a good question for ya.
What song was playing when you lost your virginity?
- What? - When you lost your virginity.
Nothing.
Nah.
Just dead silent?
No radio or nothing?
Yeah.
That's sinister, man.
Just dead quiet?
Yeah.
You have lost your virginity, haven't ya?
- Yeah, of course. - You sure about that, Petey?
Yes.
When I lost my virginity Poirot was on the telly.
The theme played as I came. You know...
[Joe hums the theme tune]
We better go.
- Yeah, better wake them up. - Nah, think I'll just carry her.
Carry him if you like!
[Joe slaps col] Wake up.
- My god, where have you been? - Peter: Sorry, we were caught up a bit.
I've been worried sick.
Sorry, we bumped into some friends and lost
track of time. She fell asleep on the Heath.
- I'm not surprised, it's eight o'clock. - I'm sorry. Here.
Who were you with?
Just some friends we bumped into on the way home.
Greta: Who?
- Some farm boys we know. - Farm boys? Not even school friends?
No.
Peter, I've asked you to make sure she gets
home safe because I can't be there in time.
I've got back from work and the house is empty and I'm worried sick.
You can't be doing this. I don't know who these farm hands are.
I need your help. We're new here. Okay?
Okay.
Which farm?
Coppice. The stables.
There's loads of young girls there. Horse
riders, ponies, you know. She's safe. She's okay.
That's not the point. What if something happened?
I'm sorry.
Please don't do it again.
- Peter: Okay. - Okay?
- Yeah. - Greta: Promise?
Promise.
- Greta: Okay. Thank you. - Okay.
[Calling out] Peter. Peter.
I'm sorry.
She's very vulnerable, you know.
I'm asking a lot of you, I realise, it's a lot of pressure.
But she is very vulnerable.
She's been through a lot.
Okay.
[TV music]
Chicken Kiev in the oven.
[Sweet piano music begins]
- Amy: Slow down. - Peter: Come on.
Amy: You're walking too fast.
Peter: I've told you I've got to get home, I've got plans.
- Kate? - No, not Kate.
Amy: Who then?
I'm going with my friend, Billy, to see a choir at the grotto.
- Grotto? - Peter: Yes.
- Not with Kate? - No.
Promise?
Yes, I promise.
- Amy: Okay. - Okay.
Can I have a hug?
Amy!
Please. I'll walk faster if I have a hug.
[TV murmuring]
You look like a puff.
Billy: I was in Barwell in 1965.
Spending Christmas there with family.
And I remember the meteorites falling down that night on Christmas Eve.
I thought it was a miracle.
One of them destroyed my bicycle. Went into the back wheel and crushed it.
You should've heard the bang. The noise they made.
Bang!
Nearly there.
Peter: What did it sound like? The meteorites?
Like a clap of thunder. But more biblical.
- It's called a Sonic boom. - Billy: Is it?
Yeah. I saw it on a quiz show.
- Thank you for coming. - That's okay.
- Really, I do appreciate it. - I wanted to.
No, no. It's just nice being around youth. Makes it all feel worthwhile.
Nice shirt.
Silk.
Choir [singing]: Ah, Robin
gentle, Robin
tell me how thy la men doth and thou shalt know of mine.
Ah, Robin
gentle, Robin
tell me how thy la men doth and thou shalt know of mine.
Ah, Robin
gentle, Robin
tell me how thy la men doth and thou shalt know of mine.
My lady is unkind I wish, alack why is she so?
Lov'th another better than me, and yet she will say no.
Ah, Robin
gentle, Robin
tell me how thy la men doth and thou shalt know of mine.
I cannot think such doubleness for I find women true
in faith my lady lov'th me well she will change for no new.
Ah, Robin
gentle, Robin
tell me how thy la men doth and thou shalt know of mine.
Ah, Robin
gentle, Robin
tell me how thy la men doth and thou shalt know of mine.
I'm in love.
Ah! Gosh. Sorry.
Just... sorry.
I just forgot the last candelabra.
Beautiful. The singing.
Thank you.
Are you a fan of William Cornysh?
No, I was brought along.
Alison: Dragged along.
I noticed that guy with you left. I thought "oh, are we really that bad?"
Your grandfather, was it?
He's my dad.
Alison: Oh, sorry.
He's a birdwatcher. My dad's a birdwatcher.
Alison: Cool. I didn't know people still did that.
I lied.
My dad's not a birdwatcher.
My dad watches quiz shows all evening.
Are you okay?
No.
Do you sing here often?
Alison: Nah, we're doing a sort of tour. Trent valley area mostly.
Hopefully in the future more people will turn up from tonight.
We're at a Methodist church over the chase tomorrow.
In the 60's some young girls were found dead there.
Yeah, I remember reading about that.
Alison: It's a dogging spot, isn't it?
It's sort of hard to imagine anything happened, or
anyone existed before you were born, isn't it?
Do you know what I mean?
I have to go.
They're waiting.
It was nice to meet you.
You stay away from my daughter.
What?
Greta: Don't you ever come near us again.
What's happened?
You've been grooming my daughter, you
fucking bastard, I can't believe I trusted you
you make me feel sick. - I didn't groom Amy.
She's nine years old.
- I wouldn't do that, I wouldn't. - You made her promise not to tell anyone.
- No, no, no, no... - You're seventeen, Peter.
Look, she begged me to...
[Slap]
Don't you dare. Don't you fucking dare.
Amy will tell me everything, and when she does, if you've touched her
I'm going straight to the police. You fucking pervert.
- This is unlike you. - What?
- You're going to miss English literature. - I don't care.
This isn't the Peter I know. Woah.
- Let's run away. - What?
- Let's go to Norfolk. - Norfolk?
Yeah, today.
With me?
Yeah, why not?
- Well, what about your a-levels? - What about them?
You won't get into loughborough without them.
Well, I don't fucking care anymore, do I!
Joe: Oi!
- Kate: Who are they? - Peter: Don't know.
- Peter, come here. - Col: Petey!
Well, they seem to know you.
I'm just really not in the mood for them right now, can we just go?
Come on, are you embarrassed to be seen with me?
You don't have to ignore your pals on my account.
Joe: Alright, Peter. Fancy seeing you around here.
Alright?
Col: Lovely surprise, that.
I'm Kate.
Joe: What're you doing knocking about with him?
What do you mean? He's a laugh.
Think so?
Why aren't you at school?
- Kate: We're plunking. - What?
Peter: We're not going to school.
Joe: Well, fucking hell
full of surprises, isn't he, him?
Col: There's always something new with out Peter.
- Kate: How do you mean? - Joe: How old are you, girl?
- Col: Too old for Peter. - What?
You want to watch yourself around this one.
Well...
Where's our Amy, then?
- School. - Joe: Huh?
School.
Oh. Well, that's good.
I was worried she was locked up in your bedroom.
- What're you talking about? - Joe: Haven't you heard?
- Col: Hasn't he told you? - Kate: Told me what?
Joe: Peter and Amy are boyfriend and girlfriend.
No we're not.
Sounds an awful lot like grooming to me.
Joe: That's the rumor going around the village, anyhow.
What?
It's not like that. It's not true. It's her... game.
Game? Oh my god.
God don't live here.
Listen!
Shut your fucking mouth!
See, the thing is, one of the girls from the riding school already told us
but Amy's mom found out last night, didn't
she? Because she called up the farm worried.
She got it into her head that a couple of
farmhands might have something to do with it.
Now, I do not like getting accused of shit I ain't done. It ain't nice.
I reckon that's why you ain't at school.
Because everyone there probably already knows.
Kate, I didn't do anything, honestly.
Joe: You know, I must be the only lad around
here to own a crossbow. How fortunate is that?
Col: Dead fortunate for you, that, Joe.
Joe: You can leave if you like, girl. I would.
Don't.
- Kate: What have you done? - Joe: Know one knows really.
It's your little secret, yeah?
Made her promise not to tell anyone, did you?
Kate: I feel sick.
It wasn't like that!
Col: Only way to know the truth would be going through Peter.
I didn't touch her!
Joe: Woah there.
It's her! She's obsessed! She begged me to be my boyfriend!
Joe: Listen to that for a fucking fantasy.
Kate: And you said yes?
Peter: I didn't want to upset her!
Joe: Oi! Oi! Col!
Come on, let's calm down, col. Yeah?
It's a nice day.
We're all boys.
What're we excited for?
Me?
I'm excited for pumpkin season.
Col: You know what?
I'm excited for the deer festival.
And the next car Booty.
Joe: Actually
I'm most excited for the bare-knuckle at cotter's barn.
Do you box, petey?
Forgot if I asked you or not.
You'd be alright, you know.
Mm?
Why don't we have a little spar right now, ey? Me and you.
Put your hands up, petey, come on...
Ey!
Try and run again, yeah, and Colin's gonna shoot you in the stomach with the crossbow.
Now, get your fucking hands up. Now!
[Crack]
Joe: Oh, get your fat ass up.
Hands, Peter.
Peter, put your fucking hands up.
[Whack]
[Peter groans and coughs]
Joe: Come on, lad.
Come on.
[Another crack]
[Peter cough and sputters]
Come on.
[Crack]
If I see you near another girl again
I'm gonna fucking drown you in the shroppy.
[Peter whimpers]
[Guitar music]
[Peter groans]
[Music continues and fades]
Hugh: Peter!
What happened?
Ey?
What happened to your face?
What's going on, Peter?
Not at school today, then? Ey?
I phoned the school, you weren't there.
Because, well, Greta came around earlier and spoke to me.
I don't know what you've done exactly.
I didn't do anything.
Right.
Okay.
I didn't!
Alright, okay.
Come and sit down.
No, dad.
- Hugh: We've got to sort this out. - How?
Just talk to me. Tell me what happened.
What do you think happened? Look at me.
I didn't do anything, I didn't. I fucking didn't.
Hugh: I know. I know, mate. I know you didn't.
Here...
- Peter: I didn't. - Hugh: Listen, Peter.
Listen
it looks bad, I know
but we'll sort it all out. Right?
I know you didn't do anything.
Listen, Greta's just scared, that's all.
We spoke.
She told me about... not talking about you. Not you...
But she told me about Amy.
What about Amy?
Well, she's been through a lot.
Peter: What?
Greta's just scared. Right?
So
When they came to England, Bedford
obviously Amy started primary school when she was five
and within a few months, three boys who were in her class started hurting her.
You know, sexually assaulting her. Everyday at break time.
And Greta found out and went to the school
but no one did anything.
The boys who done it were only five and six years old themselves.
The school didn't do anything, you know, didn't even expel them.
They moved up here then, and well, you know, you hear this stuff
and as a parent
it's just... it's hard to hear.
I thought you ought to know.
I can't... need to...
Fucking hell.
I need them to know I didn't do anything. I... I... I... I didn't.
Fuck, Amy.
I can't stay here. I need to go.
Peter, it's gonna be alright.
Yeah, I'm gonna go for a walk.
We'll sort it.
Yeah.
[Melancholic music]
[Knocking at the door]
Peter: Billy.
[Knocks]
Billy?
Billy, please.
Billy...
Peter [voice over]: In the back garden
a committed pair of wood pigeons
too weighty to share a branch on the silver birch they live in
and once...
An unfamiliar exotic bird
presumably escaped from the aviary at the garden center.
A dead frog
the size of my thumbnail, found on the wet gravel by the doorstep
where dad sharpens the big knife
by scraping it on the rough side of the slab.
And a trail from a slug
which climbed the entire height of the house
over all the Ibstock bricks and up into the Marley Eternit roof tiles.
[TV voice 3] It is estimated that four thousand apricots were eaten in Aberystwyth
in the summer and Autumn of 1997. Surely it was a record.
Aberystwyth.
You could go there.
Good university.
I was thinking we could move house, anyway. Wouldn't get much for it.
Full of damp.
Might not sell at all.
All those old mines out the back. Ey?
Maybe I could come with you.
To aberystwyth.
Downsize.
I was aiming for loughborough.
Do you think it's time you went back to school?
Don't know.
Best days of my life, school.
I was popular, you know.
I used to make everyone laugh.
Everyone would laugh. Same when I was a Bobby.
I'm sorry about your friend.
Billy.
It's alright. Barely knew him.
[Defiant music]
Peter [voice over]: The sound Rose-tinted glasses make
when they fall from the bridge of your nose onto the concrete
the grass
the carpet
or the parquet flooring [car creaking]
Is a sound louder and deeper than any boom from a meteorite.
Choir [singing]: Lully, lulla, thou little tiny child
bye bye, Lully, lullay
thou little tiny child
bye bye, Lully, lullay!
O sisters too, how may we do
for to preserve this day
this poor youngling for whom we do sing
bye bye, Lully, lullay?
Lully, lulla, thou little tiny child
bye bye, Lully, lullay
thou little tiny child
bye bye, Lully, lullay!
Herod, the king, in his raging
charged he hath this day
his men of might in his own sight
all young children to slay.
Lully, lulla, thou little tiny child
bye bye, Lully, lullay
thou little tiny child
bye bye, Lully, lullay!
That woe is me, poor child, for thee...
Peter: Thank you.
Alison: You're welcome.
Peter: He would have liked that.
Alison: You didn't do all this by yourself, did you?
Peter: No, no.
His sister.
I didn't even know he had a sister until
I got in contact when I found him. Through the police.
And your eye?
Oh, it's nothing to do with this.
Just err... an accident.
The chase!
So, where are you off to next?
Norfolk.
Norfolk?
Really? - Yeah.
When are you off?
- Thursday, I think. - Another tour?
Yeah.
Quite excited, really.
Not about the singing.
No one ever turns up.
But, you know, Sandy beaches.
Sandy beaches?
Maybe you'll see some bee-eaters
they don't usually come here, but when they do it's
Sandy banks.
I dunno
maybe I'll
come down and visit.
Do some bird-watching.
Aren't you gonna try for university?
I don't know.
You know
maybe I will
come down and visit. Maybe.
Get out of this village.
See the bee-eaters.
If you like.
You've got our number. Meet us somewhere.
Yeah.
It's just an excuse, really.
Get out of this place.
I've never got out of the Midlands.
There are worse places to be stuck.
The people here are nice.
Close knit.
Anyway.
Again, sorry about your friend.
It's okay.
Alison: So, hopefully I'll see you in Norfolk.
Yeah.
Hopefully.
Sorry I told you Billy was my dad.
Sorry I lied.
It's okay.
Thanks again.
I'll see you, then.
Bye.
Alison: Take care.
[Hopeful music begins]
[Gravel crunches under foot]
Peter [voice over]: When I turned fourteen
I walked all the way from friar's knoll to brown ways
I walked for six miles through unharvested potato fields
unaware of the route
until I stumbled upon a forest of Hazel trees cut for coppicing.
I followed the woodland to a clearing, where
I could see the church spire reaching out of
the tree-line. At brown ways I spent my birthday money on a new watchstrap called
'vagabond 1000'. On the way home, near top field and the prong on Marquis
I discovered an abandoned quarry.
And as I sat on the edge in late September
it began to snow.
[Fire begins to crackle]
[Crossbow bolt hitting into pumpkin]
Col: Oh, fucking hell.
Ah, bit early for a scarecrow, petey.
They're nice binoculars.
What're they for? Peeping?
- Bird-watching. - Yeah, is that what you call it?
Col: Peeping petey.
I fucking nailed that, ey?
Col: Where are your antlers, petey? Ain't you into the festival?
Peter: I forgot. [Fire roars]
Col: "I forgot".
You know what?
I'd quite like another go at that pumpkin.
Go on, stick it on that chair.
What?
Joe: Stick it on that.
I can't.
Joe: Why?
It's on fire.
That's alright.
I'll burn.
Joe: Pick it up.
It'll burn me.
Pick it up now!
No.
No?
Peter, either you pick it up and stick it on the chair
or pick it up and stick it on your head and I'll shoot it from there.
No, I'm not doing it.
Joe: No? Who the fuck are you telling "no"? Hold this.
Who are you telling "no"?! - Peter: Joe, stop!
- Joe: Nah. - Peter: Please, just leave me alone!
- Joe: Go on! - Peter: I didn't do anything!
- Joe: Do you like the fire, do you? - Peter: Joe! No! Stop! Stop!
Joe: Fucking idiot! You've fucked it, mate!
I'm gonna skin you! I'm gonna fucking skin you!
Col: Eter!
Joe: Get here!
Col: Get him, Joe!
[Sprinting footsteps fade into the distance]
Choir [singing]: Ah, Robin
gentle, Robin
tell me how thy la men doth
and thou shalt know of mine.
Ah, Robin
gentle, Robin
tell me how thy la men doth and thou shalt know of mine.
Ah, Robin
gentle, Robin
tell me how thy la men doth and thou shalt know of mine.
My lady is unkind I wish, alack why is she so?
Lov'th another better than me, and yet she will say no.
Ah, Robin
gentle, Robin
tell me how thy la men doth and thou shalt know of mine.
I cannot think such doubleness for I find women true
in faith my lady lov'th me well she will change for no new.
Ah, Robin
gentle, Robin
tell me how thy la men doth and thou shalt know of mine.
[Piano music]