God's Own Country Page #3

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I will f*** with you.

Do we understand each other?

Good.

Now we can get on with the work.

Yes?

Yeah.

A vet should see this.

Do you have antiseptic?

- (STONE DROPS)

- F***! F***!

If you leave it,

it will get infected with disease.

It's just a graze.

It will sting, that's all.

(TAPPING)

(LAMB BLEATS)

(DOOR OPENS)

What?

I'm starving, me.

It's beautiful here.

When I was a kid, I thought

I would never leave my farm.

It's beautiful here, but lonely, no?

Night.

What?

Freak.

- F*ggot.

- F*** off.

F*ggot.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(JOHNNY GASPS)

In my country, spring is the most beautiful.

The sun.

The flowers.

The smells.

Mam loved it when spring came.

'Winter's too long up here, ' she'd say.

Your mother?

Don't think she were very happy.

They called her Annie.

Wanted to be a hairdresser or summat

in a town down south.

Must have been hard.

I don't really remember.

She left and... We just got on with it, so...

Where are you going?

(GEESE CACKLE)

Drop your stuff off

and we can sort them hoggs out, yeah?

(CLATTER)

(HE CLEARS THROAT)

That an ulcer?

On Friday, it was 50 years to the day

since the funeral of Winston Churchill...

- What's wrong wi' you?

- Nowt.

The mill provides the wool

for ceremonial uniforms

in the Ministry of Defence...

I can do that for you, Nan.

- Are you sickening for summat?

- No.

Night.

Shouldn't we wait?

No, let's go to bed.

- Do you mean here?

- Aye.

No.

- I think we should stay in the caravan.

- We can stay here.

See you in the caravan.

(HE SIGHS)

(FOOTSTEPS)

(DOOR OPENS)

- What are you two up to?

- Muck spreading.

What about this mess?

(ENGINE STARTS)

(ENGINE STALLS)

(ENGINE RESTARTS)

(DEIRDRE HUMS)

Here I am, love. You're alright.

I'm here, love.

I'm here, love.

(PHONE RINGS)

Yeah?

Two strapping lads here for you, Mrs Saxby.

I'll go get some tea.

Nay, don't go sitting on the bed

all blathered up.

It's someone's job to wash them sheets.

(SCRAPING)

DEIRDRE:
Doctor's just been round.

Young coloured lass. Nice little thing.

Said a second stroke's quite common

after what Dad's been through.

Said it could be to do with the stress.

Have you had your teas?

I should've left you summat out.

I'm not fussed.

Nay, damn it, lad.

It's all on your shoulders now.

You can't go getting poorly an' all.

- That finished with?

- Yeah. Sorry, miss.

Sorry.

How is he?

Have you seen the doctor?

Don't you want to speak to the doctor?

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