The Holding Page #2

- And is he?

What's it to you?

(Lighter clicks)

(Groans)

- What do you think you're doing?

- Helping.

(Sighs)

You're welcome.

(Rattling)

(Rattling continues)

- He have a name?

- Ivan.

Good blood.

His father sired half

the cattle in 50 miles.

Fetch a price, I'd say.

(Cassie) Enough to keep this place going

for a few months. If it ever came to it.

I thought you'd be gone.

A couple of weeks.

Food and lodgings.

You can work the hell out of me.

We'll be fine.

(Cattle mooing)

Is it Dean?

I just don't think it's a good idea.

A month.

No more.

The place needs work, and you know it.

Cass.

I thought I'd find thee here.

Today.

He'd be 38.

Well, it's bound to play on thee mind some.

He was their father. I...

He were no such thing, Cassie Naylor.

Not in any true sense of the word.

A father protects.

Bless you, Coop.

(Lighter clicks)

You're a natural.

I know why you're here.

You think if you can get me to like you,

you can get in my mum's knickers.

Any chance of that, you think?

Liking or knickers?

Either.

How about neither?

(Hannah) So, what is it? Luke or Gabriel?

(Amy) Gabriel.

(Hannah) That's cool for a calf.

(Girls screaming)

- (Flies buzzing)

- My God.

(Cows lowing)

- You did this.

- Yeah? Prove it.

Life and death on the farm.

People like to forget it,

but that's how it is.

- Leave.

- You heard the lady.

F*** you.

- (Choking)

- Put it down.

- Put it down. You're not gonna use it.

- Enough!

He leaves now. And I mean now.

That's not going to happen.

I'll close you down, Cassie.

(Wind whistling)

(Rain falling)

(Thunder rumbling)

(Sighs) Ease off.

It's just land.

(Cassie) Drains are blocked again.

(Aden) On the list.

Drink?

You've no pictures of Dean.

You're different to him.

Different?

How?

I don't know.

He didn't treat you right, did he?

It's late.

- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to mention him.

- It's OK.

I didn't mean to.

I s'll never let it happen again.

(Cock crowing)

You're not from around here.

Working here?

- (Door slams)

- Karsten killed my calf.

- He says not.

- And you'll take his word on it?

- Leave it 24 hours and let things...

- He had his shotgun!

Let things cool off.

Karsten's mostly talk, Cass.

Girls OK?

They're fine.

Any word on Dean?

- Dean's Cass's...

- I know.

I just thought I'd...

Dean and Jed used to have a drink

on Saturday night.

Chase the girls.

Always best everyone knows

where they stand, though, eh?

That's all.

- You've missed the bus.

- There's another one in 20 minutes.

Well, you'll be late. I'll drive you.

You don't have to talk to me.

(Cassie) Why are you being like this?

(Hannah) Like what?

(Cassie) Like all that matters

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