Bring Them Down

Mikey.

You two love birds and this song.

Does it not depress you?

It's miserable.

I'm going to stay at your Auntie Christine's...

To live, Mikey.

I'm sorry, you don't need to hear this.

Mikey.

Slow down.

Mikey. Slow down.

You can come visit.

I can't tell him. I...

How can I?

He terrifies me.

Mikey, what are you doing?

Please slow down, Mikey.

- Slow down, Mikey. - Caroline, tell him to stop.

Mikey, slow down.

- Listen to me. - Slow down, please.

I'm leaving him, not you. Michael.

Michael!

- Michael. - You're scaring me, Mikey.

- Slow down! - Please stop!

Michael, stop!

Okay, boy.

Night, Mac.

The clean up

after Storm Noah has begun, with structural damage

in remote areas making access difficult.

Come on.

Go.

You go.

You go.

Okay. Okay.

Oh, Mac, come on. Come here.

Wide Mac.

- All they do is take... - Take.

and, and, and they expect you then to roll over. No questions.

They are thieves and we are victims.

- Phone! - Victims?

Yes we are, victims.

Phone.

Hello.

Who?

And what did he do with them?

Well he shouldn't have.

He shouldn't have!

Stranger.

Michael, you're looking well.

Erm, is Gary around?

He's gone out.

It's about the rams he found.

He tells me feck all

Jack might. Jack!

How's Ray?

Ah you know, he's waiting on new knees.

Jack!

Mammy says she hasn't seen you around.

Sure, where would I go?

Pub?

Been already.

'Tis strange that you're here.

Where does the time go?

- Just been to an interview today. - Oh, yeah.

Got it.

Oh, that's good.

Cork.

Cork.

How's that goin' to work?

Here he comes.

Hey.

Here, what do you know about these rams?

They were up on top, I just brought 'em down.

On your own?

Yeah, on my own.

- That's hard work. - Yeah,

well, for an old fella it's hard work.

Hey.

Can I see them?

- No, you can't. - Why?

Because I put them in the slurry.

Why would you put them in the pit?

For diseases and that.

Where's your pit?

No, no one's going near the pit.

Did they have any symptoms?

Yeah, swollen bellies and stuff.

I'll have a word with Gary when he comes back.

He didn't, he didn't see them.

Your dad didn't look?

Sure, you know what they say

where there's livestock, there's dead stock.

Watch your mouth young man.

Just sayin'.

Michael.

Mikey, I'm sorry. I am.

- I'll talk to him. - Okay.

- You go easy. - Okay.

Okay.

How are you, yer bollocks?

Lonely.

I'll give you whatever you're asking for them, okay?

Buying. Rams.

Jesus, O'Shea's buying rams?

We lost two, so we did.

Well that's a fair few bob.

- Tell him about the rustlers. - Hm.

Fucking some cunt's going round, cutting the legs off.

Doesn't even kill them.

Do you ever hear the like of it?

I reckon it's fucking Eastern Europeans or Poles or one of them showers,

you know, selling them on the cheap, like.

Filthy bastards.

What about yours?

Keeley's lad said he found him dead on his hill

and he fucked them into the pit before I could have a look at them.

That fucking shower.

Anything worth looking at?

O'Shea grade? Ha, no.

Tell the miserable old bollocks 'fuck off' from me, yeah?

I'll have a look anyway.

Alright.

Where you at boy?

Hey, where you at? Where you at?

What are you doing, huh? Hey, what are you...

Where's your dad? Where's your dad?

Hey, Gary.

Hey Dad, Dad...

You alright, baby doll?

What's this?

It's a sheep, boy.

No, what's that?

These are the two animals you told me were dead.

- I didn't tell you nothing, boy. - You told my father though.

Well?

These have just come down off my heft.

- Well you know what that is, don't you? - James,

do these look like my animals?

They're the only two I'd buy.

What is this?

Out.

No, no one's buying from you today, boy.

Right.

Put them back in the truck.

All of them.

Right, let's go.

Come around and we'll talk about it.

You're not fucking taking them.

Like fuck.

That's not happening in here.

The two of you, out!

You'll bring them to my farm.

You want them?

You fucking come get them.

Now!

Let's go!

Fucking hell.

Fucking cunt.

Fucking cunt, I'll kill you.

You alright?

Daddy.

Easy.

Let me look at you.

Is there anything broken? No?

Can you stand?

Well, get up then.

Hey?

Gary.

What's my name?

Fuck off.

Hey, come here, come here. Get that uncoupled, would you?

What's going on?

- There was an accident. - Accident?

They're okay.

- Jack, you're alright? - Yeah I'm fine.

He's okay. Gary was out for a bit.

What happened?

I'm not the one you should be asking.

I'll look at you inside.

I'll kill them before I let you take them.

I'm taking my fucking animals, Gary.

What you gonna do?

Kill me like you killed your mammy?

You don't think she'd tell her own husband why she has a fucked up face?

I've always wondered what Ray thought about your mammy leaving.

Oh that's right. He doesn't know, does he?

Gary.

Thanks for the lift.

Now fuck off.

Gary!

Mac.

Good.

Wide Mac.

Wide Mac.

Lay off, will you?

No, no, no. Go back, back.

Back in the car.

Be seeing you, dickhead.

Thanks for the spin home, Michael.

Mac, wide.