Strawberry Fields

Synopsis: Strawberry Fields is the story of two sisters who both like the same man but in different ways and is a bold and inventive melodrama that offers a distinctively refreshing spin on a complex story of lust, rivalry and liberation. A seemingly carefree woman is seen cycling through narrow lanes before reaching a strawberry farm where she takes on a job, living in a shabby caravan, starting to develop friendships with her co-workers and in particular one rugged farmhand, Kev. Although aloof and mysterious its not until a dazzling woman appears in the strawberry fields that we discover who she was running away from - her sister, Emily. Emily is eccentric to the point of dangerous and its not long before the two sisters form a battle of wills with Kev caught in the crossfire.
Genre: Drama
87 min

This film contains strong language.

# Wooden heart

# Wooden heart

# Torn into beautiful ribbons

# Tearing up the sky

# You know I'll always hurt you, babe

# With these colours that I fly

# We're bound together by the stars

and they don't lie

# You know I'll always love you, babe

# And with that she said goodbye

# Don't you crown me

with your labour of love

# Oh, I get down on bended knee

and claim for-ever vows

# A pickaroo like me

only lives to be free

# Wailing at the wild... #

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Six. Seven. Eight. Nine.


Ready or not... here we come!

Oh, Sammy, sex with your ex is all

you talk about! It's not!

Wait. You've got something

in your hair.

Let me take it out. Yeah,

I've got it. Done? Shall we go?

Please, just tell me. No.

Come on, please! No.

Tell me! No. Please?

You looking for work?

Come to do some picking?

Where you from, girl?

Fabrice! Be careful.

Go and help him.

# Are you going to Scarborough fair?

# Parsley, sage,

rosemary and thyme... #

Sammy, come on, just tell me! No!

Where are you from?

I'm from Scarborough.

I'm a student from Scarborough.

Do you have a name? A name?

Yes, mysterious lady, a name?

It's... Tammy.


So you'll need digs then?

Will I?

I only take hard workers,

no slackers.

I work hard and I like fields.

I cycle to them on my bike.

Taste this.

It won't hurt.


Kev'll show you the digs.

I'll look after you.

OK. Word of warning, love.

He's after sex and drugs, that's it.

Ignore him.

What's happening? We're walking.

Eastern Europeans, travellers,

commune dwellers, students,

you name it, they're all here.

It looks hard work. It's knackering.

What are you studying?

Oh, yeah. Fine art.

Your mates not fancy fruit picking?

Mates, no.

So... here we are.

Welcome to paradise.

Ohh! God!

They are disgusting! Hmm.

Oh, they should be cleaned!

Good idea.

I have crate for stand on.

Keep my temple clean.



What the f*ck?! Get lost!


Home to perverts, ex-cons, addicts

and one solitary female.

From Scarborough.

What, is this for me?


Just me? Uh-huh.


I'm doing the afternoon shift,

if you want to come?


You coming?

Everything OK?

It's a weird fire-eating dragon!


What are you talking about?

Be careful!

Sex with my ex, it's...

It's all I talk about.

That sounds complicated.

Come on.

You try.

Careful. Don't squash it.


See, you're not feeling it.

Feeling what? The pleasure.

What?! And the love.

The love? Yeah!

Yeah, fruit needs love to thrive.

Food, water, sunshine...

They all need the same things.

This one needs some sun.

It might not ripen.

It will. It might not.

Are you rolling a joint?

Yeah. Not for you!

Hi. You started today?

Yeah. I'm staying on the farm.

Shit! You're brave.

No, I've got my own room.

It's great.

I just cycled here

on my bike really fast.

Thank God I didn't get a puncture.

Surprising really,

the bike's so old.

Ex-boyfriend trouble. I see.

Hello. Good afternoon.

This is Fabio speaking.

You're working too hard.

You're bone idle!


So, what are you doing here?

I came with my mate, Ewan.

Run away to Ibiza. Well, we were

until we smashed my car up.

Who's this?

That's my daughter.

You've got a daughter?

Hmm. Yeah.

Don't see her much. Why not?

You ask a lot of questions.

Go on.

You're not used to

being looked at, are you?

Picasso, Van Gogh, Rolf Harris.

What? Who's your favourite artist?

Is this University Challenge?

No. Kev the fucking brain box.

Hey, I know a thing or two.

Like what?

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