Goodwin Island

- Welcome to Goodwin Island. - Is that what you call it now?

I really had forgotten quite how far it was.

- Can I take your backpack? - No, thanks.

- Lia. - Daniel.

- Welcome. - Thanks.

This way.

-Sorry, we have no cars on the island. -Appropriate, I suppose.

-But I hadn't realised. -Really, it's not a problem.

It's about an hour's walk.

It's fine. I'm pregnant. I'm not ill.

No, of course not.

- She'll be out soon. - What are we going to do?

- What do you mean? - Well, we haven't done anything.

- Of course we have. - Shh... not too loud.

She's going to see that we've been here for months...

and we haven't done anything.

- We've cleared a lot of rubbish. - It was a right tip when we arrived.

But according to the plans that we agreed, we're well behind.

We'll just have to explain. She'll understand.

She seems really strict. Like, officious.

What if she tells Mr Goodwin to fire us?

And then we'll have no job and no place to stay.

Oh, shut up, Rosie! Nothing like that is going to happen.

Rosie is right. We have been faffing around.

Yeah, Kai! What have we been doing?

Don't worry. She is just a pen pusher.

She will tick a few boxes and then she'll be gone.

She won't care so long as we have done some...

Perhaps you could give me a little tour and go through what has been done.

Sure. No problem.

Mr Goodwin is very concerned about the lack of progress.

But Mr Goodwin has never been here. We've never met him. How would he know?

Mr Goodwin knows everything.

Now. Where do you want to begin?

Shall we begin in the garden and then we can go inside the house?

Sounds good.

I see from the plans

that Mr Goodwin wanted this clearing over there.

So to create a pond.

Yes! Well...

I'm afraid it hasn't quite worked out that way,

because of a delay in clearing the area where the flowerbeds are going.

So we thought we best just stay there and...

- Flowerbeds? - Yeah.

Flowerbeds. Flowerbeds.

That was phase three in the garden.

He distinctly wanted the pond.

Yeah.

Well, I'm afraid it hasn't quite worked out that way.

He is expecting paying guests by next spring.

You do realise that, don't you?

Of course! Of course we do!

And you are also meant to have started...

...working on cleaning up the swimming pool.

We haven't actually got round to that one yet.

Do you want us to do anything special with the statue of the Greek goddess?

She's not a Greek goddess.

Oh?

- She's Mary. - Oh?

Jesus's mother.

Is it?

And Jesus, of course.

Of course.

Mr Goodwin is particularly fond of this statue.

It means a lot to him.

Do you want to sit down?

No, no, thanks.

I'm fine.

What have you managed to do inside the house?

Well...

We have made some progress.

I'm ready to get going with this now.

But you haven't even started plastering yet.

I was originally goin to use cement plaster,

but then I thought, since that we're using heritage paints,

I should use lime plaster.

This was meant to have completed three months ago.

Was it?

I hope you are taking good care of all of his stuff.

Oh! Absolutely.

Don't worry.

When guests come to stay here, he'll want them to be steeped in history.

But it's all old colonial stuff.

Unlike you British, Greece hasn't colonised anyone

since Alexander the Great.

350 years before Christ.

Well, you know what I mean.

Won't he want more modern stuff that reflects how people live now?

It's not for me to say.

It's a kind of elitist history, isn't it?

And what have you achieved, Kai, that's any better?

Okay. What about the other rooms?

Well, we haven't done any work on the study or the master bedroom yet.

- Show me anyway. - Okay.

Give me a moment.

What made you leave Manchester...

and join with your sister on a remote Greek island?

Well, it was a good opportunity.

Do you miss your dad?

Still angry that he was taken away from you?

And so suddenly.

Young man.

No work.

Staying home in a messy room.

Getting depressed.

Happy to be diagnosed as depressed.

Waiting endlessly for the psychological assessment.

How do you know all this?

The world is full of shitty people.

There are too many anyway.

Too many capitalist bastards. Lying politicians.

Nothing makes any sense.

And life is just a pointless illusion, isn't it, Daniel?

Too much pain.

Too much suffering.

It's all meaningless anyway.

You know...

Fuck them!

Fuck them all!

This is how the light gets in.

What?

Through the cracks in your life.

- That's the old chapel. - Yeah, but look.

Oh my God! What's she doing?

Look, Kai.

- What the fuck? - She's praying.

- She's on her fucking knees. - I know. She was praying.

So we have to answer some religious freak.

Come on, Kai. Each to their own.

Yeah.

This whole thing is freaking me out.

Here!

Bluetooth me that photo. I've got to put that up on our site.

Be careful that Lia and Mr Goodwin don't see it.

It's okay. You can't see her face.

In any case, this whole thing's fucking weird.

Come on, Rosie! Let's go to the beach and check our messages.

I can't believe we're jumping to the tune of a fucking nun.

She's not a nun.

Of course you can't be. Ha, ha, ha...

Oh! Fucking hell!

We're back!

Dan?

What's this, Dan?

Sleeping on the job?

Riveting stuff, is it?

You were quick.

- We've been gone nearly four hours. - What?

Are you reading Greek now?

No. Some of the books are in English.

I don't know how you can read a stuffy old book like that.

Actually, it was quite interesting.

Huh! English or not, it's all Greek to me.

Look at all this junk.

I can't believe we're supporting this.

- We're not supporting it. - We fucking are.

I mean, we're restoring this back to its former glory, aren't we?

But we're here for a job. For the money, right?

Isn't it fucking weird?

I bet you this Mr Goodwin doesn't even exist.

Of course he exists.

Well, how come we haven't met him yet?

And this Lia woman hasn't even met him.

He probably lives in London or New York or something.

Fuck!

Look at all this stuff.

It's junk!

What are we doing here?

We're here for the money, remember?

I bet you...

...if we did nothing,

our pay would just keep going into our accounts.

But we're here. Why do nothing?

But don't you see?

We're helping to perpetuate this fascist colonialism.

Well, I think some of these people were communist freedom fighters,

fighting fascism.

Fascists.

Communists.

They are all the same as far as I'm concerned.

And as for this Mr Goodwin...

Well, he's just a downright colonialist.

I mean, what's he doing on a private Greek island?

He doesn't even live here.

I bet he's one big, fat, rich bastard of a cat.

For Christ's sake, Kai.

Let's go and get some food. I'm hungry.

Think about it, Dan!

Why don't we just rethink everything and do it our way?

Our way?

Yeah! Like...

...make it sort of more...

...contemporary.

- You mean, get rid of everything? - Everything!

That's not what Mr Goodwin wants. Fuck Mr Goodwin!

- What are you doing? - Shit!

Kai, what are you doing?

- What does it look like? - Those are Mr Goodwin's books.

Who else would have crap books like these?

You can't just dump them there like that.