Anemone

(pencil continues scratching, then stops abruptly)

Father in heaven,

I kneel before you today...

in your omnipotent presence...

to ask that you grant me strength.

The strength to power through all the tasks today,

whether little or big.

I know it is by your will that I live, O Lord.

And I know it is also by your will

that I will not go weak today.

I will not go lazy...

nor will I fail to do the things

that are set before me.

Thank you for your everlasting presence, Lord,

and in Jesus' name I pray.

: In the name of the Father,

the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Um, I'm gonna be going away for a few days.

I won't be that long, but your-your mother's here,

and-and she... um...

You know.

Anyway, I just thought to let you know

I'm going away and, uh...

REPORTER (over radio): Viking, North and South Utsire,

Forties.

Southwesterly, veering northwesterly,

six to gale eight, perhaps severe gale nine later.

Rain, then wintry showers,

moderate or poor, becoming good.

Cromarty, Forth, Tyne, Dogger.

Southwesterly, veering westerly,

five to seven, occasionally gale eight.

Rain, then showers,

moderate or good.

Fisher, southwesterly, veering westerly,

six to gale eight, perhaps severe gale nine later.

-(tying shoe) -Rain, then wintry showers,

moderate or poor, becoming good.

German Bight, Humber.

Southwesterly, veering westerly,

seven to severe gale nine,

decreasing six in Humber later.

Rain, then showers,

moderate or poor, becoming good.

Thames, Dover, Wight, Portland, Plymouth.

Southwesterly, six to gale eight,

occasionally severe gale nine, veering...

-(wind whistling) -(leaves rustling)

("Solitude" by Black Sabbath playing in distance)

Our inheritance.

-(burbling) -(fire rumbling softly)

Thank you.

Bless us, O Lord, and these thy gifts...

...which we are about to receive.

Through Christ our Lord, we pray.

("On the Beach" by Neil Young playing)

20 years, huh?

Bless you, brother.

Fuck off.

Brian.

Brian.

Oh, sweetie.

Where is he gone?

Who?

Your dad?

Has he gone to see him?

But what the fuck has he got to do with it, Mum?

-What has he got to do with it? -Everything.

What?

Why'd you hurt that lad, eh?

He was fucking asking for it, Mum.

-Brian. -(sniffles)

Did he say something about your dad?

Jem is my dad.

Or he said something about Ray?

Well, if you know so much, then why are you asking me?

Don't be so cheeky.

I'm just trying to talk to you.

You nearly murdered that lad.

Do you hear me?

One more killer in the family. Who's counting?

Ray's not a killer.