Salt Path, The (2024)

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(WIND HOWLING)

(WIND GUSTING)

(RUMBLING)

(FABRIC RUSTLING IN WIND)

(GRUNTING AND STRAINING)

(GRUNTS)

(RAY SCREAMING)

-Leave it!

-I'm not leaving it!

MOTH: What is it, about 500

miles all the way round?

Yeah, well, Paddy Dillon

here says it's over 600.

Wow.

-We've walked before.

-Yeah.

For a day. In our twenties.

What if I pass out on a cliff?

What alternative

do we have, anyway?

Huh.

(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)

MOTH: Oh, don't... Don't

waste all the battery.

We don't know when

we can recharge.

Oh, we're not going

to the desert.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

MOTH: Get the sea in.

Not of me. Of the sea.

I'll get the three of us.

Hang on.

(CAMERA CLICKS)

That's nice.

Shall we?

Got nothing better to do.

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

(INDISTINCANNOUNCEMENT ON PA)

(SEAGULLS CALLING)

(MOTH GROANS)

(PANTING)

RAY: Oh, God.

Oh.

(MOTH PANTING AND GROANING)

Do you want me to take the tent?

No, I'm all right. Got it.

(MOTH GRUNTS)

-I've got an idea.

-Yeah?

If I, erm...

If I take some of the...

-Pull the weight on to that.

-Yeah.

(GROANS)

Oh, Jesus.

How's that?

Paddy definitely says it

drifts a little uphill.

(SCOFFS)

If this is drifting,

we're in serious sh*t if

he says it's quite steep.

(CHUCKLES)

-(GROANS)

-All right?

-Yeah.

-Yeah?

It's good.

Go on.

(GRUNTING)

(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)

(MOTH PANTING)

(GROANING)

Moth? All right?

(PANTING)

Let's stop here for the night.

I bet Paddy didn't stop here.

I think we've

covered a third of what he did.

-But we're not in a hurry.

-No.

(ANIMAL SNORTS)

(MOTH CHUCKLES)

Oh, what's that?

Where shall we pitch?

(MOTH GRUNTS)

Thanks.

-You all right?

-Yeah.

(SLURPS)

(WIND BLOWING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(MOTH SNORING)

-Oh, God.

-(MOTH CONTINUES SNORING)

(RAY EXHALES)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(TENT UNZIPPING)

(SOFTLY) Oh, God.

(SIGHS)

(DOG BARKING)

RAY: sh*t.

Morning.

Morning.

Oh.

You, er, can't camp

here, you know.

Right.

Well, we're just leaving.

MOTH: Locals seem friendly.

-You ready?

-Er...

Yeah. Yeah, I can't

move my arms and my legs, but...

apart from that, good to go.

(BOTH GRUNT)

-Grab my hand.

-Yeah.

-Grab my hand.

-Yeah.

Lift me up.

God...

Oh, God. Just go ahead.

(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)

(CAR ENGINE STARTS)

Cooper! Cooper,

you piece of sh*t!

-No, no, no. No, don't...

-Look me in the eye!

Coward.

(SOMBRE MUSIC RESUMES PLAYING)

ROWAN: Mum?

How did it go?

Yeah...

it was, er...

it was bad.

But you... you had the letter.

You said that would

change everything.

Yeah, well, it didn't. The

judge wouldn't accept it.

(MOTH SIGHS)

-What?

-MOTH: Let's go inside

-and talk it all through.

-What did they say?

Five days.

-ROWAN: For what?

-It's all right.

No one's dead. (CHUCKLES)

You know, just the house...

Well, everything. They're...

They're taking it.

We gotta pack it

up in five days.

You kids can have your

summer exactly as planned.

ROWAN: Dad... MOTH: Come on.

Let's put the kettle on.

Should have seen your mum,

she did really, really well.

Just, er, the judge was...

(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)

(SIGHS)

(CHUCKLING)

MOTH: Oh.

One cream tea and an

extra pot of hot water?

MOTH: Uh-huh.

-Ta.

-Thanks.

-MOTH: Oh, wow.

-(BOTH CHUCKLE)

-Thank you.

-RAY: Ta.

WOMAN: Come on, you

two, take a seat.

Yeah, there's one there.

RAY: Look at that. MOTH: Mm.

You're carrying

some weight there.

Oh, yeah. (CHUCKLES)

Where you going?

Er...

Where?

Land's End?

Ooh. That's a long old hike.

Yeah. (CHUCKLES)

Well, you're as

young as you feel.

Right.

-Time on your hands, eh?

-Yeah, no deadlines.

Retired, are you?

Homeless, actually.

Yeah, we lost our home.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

MAN ON VOICEMAIL: I'm not

able to take your call,

but please leave a

message after the beep.

-(BEEP)

-Hello. It's Raynor Winn.

Er, I have to cancel

your booking at our farm.

Sorry, we can't

find another date.

Sorry for the late notice.

Sorry.

(SHEEP BLEATS IN DISTANCE)

(BROODING MUSIC PLAYING)

(SIGHS)

RAY: Oh...

That's another no.

Rose has sublet her spare room.

No one's going away

for the summer.

How much cash have

we actually got?

Hardly anything.

Whatever we get from

selling anything,

they'll take that too.

We've got no income

except the tax credits.

That's 40 a week.

That's barely enough

to cover food.

Something will come up.

Oh, how?

In four days,

-we're homeless.

-It won't come to that.

But it has. That's

what it's come to!

(WIND BLOWING)

Is it cold?

No, we're just shattered.

Do you remember when we

used to have all that sex

-all the time?

-(CHUCKLING)

Yeah, I do.

Now I can't even

lift my own rucksack.

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

-sh*t.

-What?

Nothing. It's just...

(MOTH CHUCKLES)

I used to think I was quite...

-you know...

-What?

-A tough guy?

-Hardy.

You used to think you were SAS,

-and you're not.

-Mm-hmm.

(RUBBING HANDS)

I wish we had hot water bottles.

MOTH: Mm.

And Arctic sleeping bags.

-Mm.

-Oh, and a pillow.

Oh, my pillow.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

This is insane. It's insane.

Oh, what are we doing?

(RAY SIGHS HEAVILY)

-Moth?

-Mm.

You should have married that

rich farmer your mother liked.

(WIND GUSTING)

(MOTH SNORES)

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

MAN: Mr and Mrs Winn!

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Come out now, please!

We have a court order for

you to vacate the premises.

-(KNOCK AT ANOTHER DOOR)

-Come out now, please!

Mr and Mrs Winn,

come out, please!

(WHISPERING) Moth.

MAN: You must leave the

premises immediately!

I don't know what to do.

I'm not ready.

-This is just...

-We'll be okay.

-(POUNDING ON DOOR)

-We will.

MAN: We know you're in there!

I can't leave like this.

It's like we're being arrested.

I know. I know.

MAN: Mr and Mrs Winn!

-(KNOCK AT WINDOW)

-MOTH: sh*t!

MAN: Can you see them?

MAN 2: Can't make

anything out.

Okay, shh, shh, shh.

MAN: Let's try

round the front.

-(POUNDING ON DOOR)

-You're wasting your time.

(MAN CONTINUES

SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY)

(GRIM MUSIC PLAYING)

Maybe we should just walk.

Eh?

Walk.

Just for however long. Just...

follow a line around the coast.

-But I...

-Yeah,

it will give us time to think.

We'll take our stuff to

Polly's. We'll get sorted.

And then we'll just walk.

-(POUNDING ON DOOR)

-(MOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)

All right.

Can we?

-Okay.

-(EXHALES)

-(KNOCK AT DOOR)

-MAN: Open the door!

Okay.

Yeah.

We'll just walk.

-(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)

-(POUNDING ON DOOR)

MAN: I can see them.

They're coming out.

(GRIM MUSIC INTENSIFYING)

(GASPS, CHOKES)

-Ray!

-(GASPING)

It's all right,

love. It's all right.

It's all right.

It's all right.

-(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)

-(WAVES CRASHING)

Oh, gee whizz.

Triple-cooked, but

thrice the price, eh?

RAY: We've got

to budget better.

We've spent 16 in two days.

Well, just... try and

enjoy the chips, then.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

(SIGHS)

(GRUNTING)

You had a nightmare

last night, hon.

I don't think I did.

You did.

You were...

choking.

Dreamt you were

choking or something.

-You don't remember?

-No.

DOCTOR: We've done

extensive tests,

and it's not arthritis.

You're still taking the

pregabalin for the pain?

Yeah.

Good.

The best thing I can do for you

is give you a diagnosis.

Right.

You have a rare disease.

It's called corticobasal

degeneration.

CBD.

What's that?

DOCTOR: It affects the

brain, and the nerves.

Those tremors are

caused by your CBD.

I really don't think it's that.

In your case, it seems to

be progressing very slowly.

RAY: So, what's the treatment?

DOCTOR: I'm afraid

there's no cure.

All we can do is

give you guidance.

End-of-life care.

It's a very serious condition.

What...

So you're saying I could...

(CHUCKLES) I

could die from it?

It usually takes about

five or six years.

Oh, he's had the

pain for that long.

And you're still mobile,

which might imply that it's not

as aggressive as it can be.

(RAY MUTTERS)

How do you die from it?

How?

It can eventually

affect your memory,

and your ability to communicate

and make decisions.

It can also prevent you

from swallowing safely

so that you're at

risk from choking.

I think you've got

the wrong notes there.

(MOTH AND RAY CHUCKLE WRYLY)

Get as much rest as you can.

You can lose control

of your limbs.

Be careful on the stairs.

Moth's not ill. Not like that.

He's not.

(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)

-MOTH: All right?

-Hi, mate.

MOTH: Oh, God. (GRUNTS)

-RAY: Moth, I don't think...

-Ow.

-...you can do it.

-Ow.

I don't think that will work.

(STRAINING)

-Go on, you two go through.

-No, it's okay. After you.

(SOFTLY) They want

some entertainment.

-Oh, sorry, love. Sorry.

-It's all right.

(GROANS)

I'll pass it over.

MOTH: You should go

down, love. Get under it.

Nice.

There's another show at

7:30. We got jugglers.

(CHUCKLES) Okay.

You want to rest?

Let's keep going.

It was nice to meet you, Simon.

Simon? What's he on about?

-(BELL TOLLING IN DISTANCE)

-(ANIMAL CROAKING)

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

(PHONES RINGING)

You don't look...

like, really ill.

So I'd have to ask,

are you gonna die within

the next 12 months?

(MOTH SCOFFS)

I certainly hope not.

Oh, I see, that's not

"priority need", then.

You won't get emergency housing.

Right. Only, this does

feel like a, er...

a bit of an emergency.

OFFICER: Yeah, but it's not.

It's how it is, unfortunately.

(SCOFFS)

-No matter.

-MOTH: Whoa, whoa...

If we're not an

emergency, then...

wh-wh-what are we? I

mean, what do we get?

OFFICER: Well, we could

put you on a waiting list.

But it would be a while, mind.

How long is a while?

About two years.

(MOTH GROANS)

There was a leper colony here.

Huh?

Yeah.

Outsiders, yeah.

-I can see that.

-Oh...

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(TRANQUIL MUSIC PLAYING)

Oh, there's still no reception.

I hope the kids aren't

trying to get a hold of us.

They'll be fine.

They need to know that

they can reach us.

-They're adults.

-Barely.

And they're still our kids.

(MOTH GRUNTS)

(STRAINING)

(GULPS, GRUNTS)

How many miles will we do

tomorrow, do you think?

-Not as many as Saint Paddy.

-(CHUCKLES)

(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)

(BUTTONS BEEPING)

RAY: It should be in by now.

(ATM BEEPS)

(BOTH SIGH IN RELIEF)

(MOTH GRUNTS)

Oh... (CHUCKLES)

Wow.

Breathe in.

(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)

Gee whizz.

Cake police.

(WIND GUSTING)

(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC SWELLING)

-(INSECTS CHIRRING)

-(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(RAIN PATTERING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(MOTH GROANS)

(WOULD I SING BY TIM

HOLLIER PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)

What can I get you?

Could we get some water?

Would you like hot water?

Yes, please.

No worries.

(MOTH GRUNTING)

(PATRONS CHATTERING)

-It'll stop.

-(MOANS)

The rain, it'll stop.

-(THUNDER ROARING)

-(BOTH STRUGGLING)

MOTH: Where's the pegs?

RAY: I don't know!

MOTH: Ahh!

(BOTH STRUGGLING)

I've lost a peg!

RAY: Where are they?

MOTH: You've gotta

pull it! RAY: No!

(BOTH YELL)

(BOTH PANTING)

MOTH: Ow.

RAY: Let's join the

sleeping bags together.

-They'll keep us warm.

-MOTH: Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Good, good, good. Good.

(MOTH GROANING)

(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(BOTH PANTING)

POLLY: It's like

something from Dickens.

-God, it's a nightmare.

-Really.

The last time we spoke, you

said you'd got a letter,

proving that you weren't

liable for any debt.

The judge said we

gave it too late.

It was inadmissible evidence.

The kids must be devastated,

-aren't they?

-They're all right.

They got another

year at uni yet.

Tom's moving in

with his girlfriend,

Rowan's got her job

in Croatia soon.

They'll manage.

The only time I've ever seen

them devastated was when

Ray and I said we'd go with

them to a music festival.

But that's the only

house they've ever known.

You rebuilt that brick by brick.

It's their home!

They're okay, Polly.

They're more than okay.

(SIGHS)

And what about your arthritis?

It's all right. Yeah.

(WIND BLOWING)

(GRUNTS)

(PANTING)

Oh! (GASPING)

(WIND HOWLING)

(WAVES CRASHING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

sh*t.

(SEAGULL CALLING)

(SIGHS HEAVILY)

(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(MOTH GRUNTING)

(GROANING)

(BREATHING LABORIOUSLY)

Moth?

Where are we?

I think Castle Rock.

Which is where?

Yeah.

It's King Arthur's country.

Crikey.

Yeah, it's impressive.

Hmm.

You okay?

MOTH: Yeah. (GROANS)

You should take me

back to the shop

and get a different one.

I don't want a different one.

Sorry, my girl.

I'm bloody useless.

(GOAT BLEATING)

Oh, look.

Look, there's goats.

-Wild goats.

-(MOTH CHUCKLES)

What day is it?

Is it Wednesday?

I don't know.

Yeah, maybe. I think so.

But...

it's August.

Right, we're into

August, aren't we?

Yeah, first week.

Or maybe the second?

Moth?

(MOTH GRUNTING AND GROANING)

Jesus Christ.

I thought you said

it wasn't steep.

Paddy said it wasn't steep.

-We gotta go up there?

-Yeah.

He's a bloody robot.

I'm boycotting Paddy Dillon.

RAY: Let me take your pack.

-MOTH: Put your hat on.

-It blew off, a few days ago.

-What? Take mine.

-No.

-Here, take it.

-No!

You need it more than I do.

You've got a bigger nose.

MOTH: Nice.

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(BOTH PANTING)

Did you refill

your water bottle?

Yes!

Maybe.

No...

I forgot.

RAY: Hey, love, have this.

Go on. Moth.

-(EXHALES)

-Go on, finish it.

sh*t!

There might be a

house inland, or...

There's a beach not that far.

Looks like they've got toilets.

(MOTH GRUNTING)

(INSECTS CHIRRING)

-(WAVES CRASHING)

-(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)

-Eh?

-There.

What?

-There!

-Yeah.

How could I forget to

fill the water bottle?

Stupid! Stupid, stupid!

-(GRUNTING)

-Moth...

Who builds a toilet block

and then leaves it locked?

-Useless! Useless!

-Moth!

You'll break your toes.

We just need to find a house.

No, we had a house!

It was ours. We had a

house, and we lost it.

They... They took it off us!

That's not going to help!

f*cking judge!

He f*cking didn't give a sh*t!

He took our home.

He took our home!

No, it was your bloody mate

Cooper who took our home!

Why didn't you just give

the letter in earlier?

It's all you had to f*cking do!

Will you stop with

the bloody letter?

And your stupid,

stupid investment!

We didn't need the money!

(MUTTERS)

(MUSIC PLAYING IN DISTANCE)

I've got no water. I've

got rhubarb lollies.

-They're 99p.

-sh*t.

We'll take four.

Four, right.

There you go.

(COUNTING QUIETLY)

My round.

Oh, right.

MAN: Hey.

Hi. Thanks.

-MAN: Got your book?

-Yeah.

What is it?

Beowulf.

Inspires you?

Yeah.

To write?

I don't know about

that. (CHUCKLES)

Mm-hmm.

We've got a place nearby

if you fancy a drink.

My wife's just made a lasagne.

You can charge your

phones, relax...

Ice-cold beer.

(CAR HORN HONKS)

MAN: Hey, girls.

WOMAN: Hey. MAN: Hey, sweetie.

You got my text?

Oh, fantastic. This is epic.

-Hello.

-Oh, are you okay?

Yeah, I'm fine. How you doing?

-Oh, where's the pain?

-Oh.

-I'm a masseuse.

-Right.

-It's everywhere.

-(LAUGHS)

Let Bea give you a massage.

Grant's got back issues

and she puts him right.

-Give him a massage, Bea.

-BEA: Yeah. Do you want one?

A deep tissue?

It's quite intense.

Erm...

Crikey. I'd have to

have a shower first.

Oh, the girls can sort

you out with all of that.

-Come on, let's get in, Simon.

-GRANT: We've got the bags.

-I'll get the drinks.

-This way.

(LAUGHTER)

(R&B MUSIC PLAYING

ON SPEAKERS)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MOTH: Oh, wow! (CHUCKLING)

Please help yourself.

Do you like living here?

We live in London

most of the time,

but we come down when we can.

What do you do? Do you work?

I've been walking at the minute.

Very supportive of you.

What do you mean?

-To do it with him.

-Well, he's my husband.

-Aw. Nice.

-(WOMEN CHUCKLING)

Does he write you poems ever?

GRANT: Mm! RAY: Who?

Do you think I can

take a picture?

You know, hashtag

poet? (CHUCKLES)

Wait. You think my

husband's a poet?

GRANT: Simon.

Simon Armitage?

Who's Simon Armitage?

(WOMEN LAUGH)

The poet.

No, it's Moth. Moth Winn.

He's from Staffordshire.

MOTH: All right. Just

a bit up... Up a bit.

Oh, my God, that's magic!

Oh.

MOTH: Oh... No, don't...

don't stop. Don't stop.

(MOTH MOANING IN PLEASURE)

(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING)

RAY: How was your

massage, anyway?

MOTH: Yeah, it was all right.

All right?

-(CHUCKLES)

-What?

I do believe you're

jealous, young lady.

Don't be silly.

Who were all those young girls?

(CHUCKLES) God knows.

Maybe you are Simon Armitage.

Maybe I've been walking the

path with Simon Armitage

-the whole time.

-(LAUGHS)

It's all bonkers.

Yeah.

I didn't even get

to try the lasagne.

MOTH: Ah, well, we had

the beer. (CHUCKLES)

Hi.

MAN: Hi.

Are you hiking?

Yeah, yeah. (CHUCKLES)

Cup of tea?

No. Thank you.

We have to be in

Braunton by 4:00.

We're behind.

Oh.

Hurry up.

Hurry up at the back!

(PANTING)

(CHUCKLING)

(MOTH GRUNTS)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(SIGHS)

Would my lady care

for a cup of tea?

Always.

Ta.

-Better hurry.

-Yeah.

Gotta be in France by September.

(CHUCKLES)

(SIGHS)

WOMAN: You can have an ice

cream in a bit, darling.

MAN: Well, if your mum agrees.

WOMAN: I think we ought to

go in the water, don't you?

(MOBILE RINGING)

RAY: Oh, it's Rowan.

Hey, Rowan. You okay?

-I missed my coach, Mum.

-What?

There was a delay.

What? Are you in Croatia?

I missed the connection.

I'm not sure how

I'm gonna get there.

Well, can you book into a hotel?

-I can't afford a hotel.

-sh*t!

Well, where are you, love?

Hello? Hello?

(TUTS) Oh.

Oh, sh*t, sh*t, the battery.

What's... Is she okay?

No, she's not. She

missed her coach.

-From where?

-I don't know! I was...

sh*t!

AUTOMATED VOICE:

Please leave a message

for Rowan after the tone.

(BEEP)

Rowan, it's Mum.

I hope you found a coach.

Erm, ring me.

Don't just take a lift

from anyone, will you?

Love you. Bye.

(MOBILE RINGING)

Rowan?

-Rowan?

-ROWAN: Mum.

How are you?

What happened?

-Can you hear me?

-Yes.

-Mum?

-Where are you?

-Croatia.

-Ah, she's there.

How did you get there?

Are you all right?

I'm fine. I got another bus.

-Oh.

-Are you okay?

You sounded like

something was wrong.

No, just...

just worried about you.

I'm fine. Don't worry.

How is the walk?

Oh. Oh, gotta go

now. I'm at work.

Okay. Er, take care.

-Bye.

-Glad you're okay.

-She's all right.

-MOTH: Good.

That's great.

I couldn't help her.

(SIGHS)

I can't help them.

(GRIM MUSIC PLAYING)

I need a shower.

And I need one now.

And I'd give all of

our money to have one.

(CRYING)

(KIDS CHATTERING OUTSIDE)

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(MOTH STRAINING)

"Careful on the

stairs," he said.

-(MOTH SCOFFS)

-Uh-huh.

You're as young as you feel.

MOTH: Yeah.

(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)

(BIRD SCREECHING)

(PANTING)

(GROANING)

RAY: Oh, love!

(WHEEZING)

There's a proper

stream, just down there.

There'll be trees and shade.

(CONTINUES WHEEZING)

Oh, sh*t.

I'll be right back. All right.

(PANTING)

-(CONTINUES WHEEZING)

-(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)

(GROANING)

Drink.

(MOTH MOANS)

MOTH: Now I'm freezing.

(SHIVERING)

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

RAY: Let's get you warm.

(MOTH SHIVERING)

(GRUNTING)

You have to eat.

-Just one more. One more.

-(RETCHING)

(GRIM MUSIC PLAYING)

(GROANING)

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I'm so sorry.

-Ray.

-What?

What if this is it?

-It's not.

-Yeah, but what if it is?

It's not. It's not.

It's not.

(WIND GUSTING)

(GRIM MUSIC CONTINUES)

We need to tell the council

you're an emergency case.

Yeah, you need housing,

and you need care.

We need to see

the kids. This...

This is wrong. Just all of it.

Have you taken your

pregabalin today?

I... I haven't

taken it for a week.

What?

Well, that's what this is.

This is withdrawals, love.

Is it... Where are they?

You have to take them.

I don't wanna rely

on them any more.

I wanna have my head clear.

But...

What about the pain?

I know what I need. I

just... I just need to stop.

Okay? Can we just...

Can we just stop

here for a while?

Just... get through it.

And then, er... Er...

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

It'll be okay. Please?

(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)

(SEAL CALLING)

(SNORING)

(MOTH GRUNTING SOFTLY)

Knock knock.

Can I come in?

Yeah.

-Are you feeling better?

-Yeah.

Managed to make some tea.

-(CHUCKLES)

-Oh.

Okay.

Oh, careful.

-Oh...

-I got it. I got it.

(GULPS)

(STRAINED GULP)

Well done.

(ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING)

RAY: Hi.

Do you sell pasties?

I got fudge.

Do you sell noodles?

Just fudge.

MOTH: I bet it's really tasty.

All right, mate?

Where did you get your pasty?

Visitors Centre.

Where's the Visitors Centre?

Top of the hill.

Oh, great.

(SNIFFS)

Excuse me. How much

are your pasties?

Food's closed. Sorry.

Oh, no, don't say that.

No. It's... (PANTING)

They look so

inviting. And they...

(SNIFFING)

...they smell amazing.

They're calling me.

I swear to God. "Eat

me." Do you hear that?

"Eat me," they're

saying. Listen carefully.

-(CHUCKLES)

-Go on.

-(CLEARS THROAT)

-Sorry.

Well, can you fill our

water bottles for us?

GIRL: Yeah, sure.

I'll do it for you.

RAY: Thanks.

(DOOR THUDS)

(SIGHS)

RAY: Do you know him?

He's an idiot.

He's moving away.

Joining the Army.

Well, he didn't seem

too happy about it.

Didn't he?

No.

GIRL: Right.

RAY: Thanks.

Thanks.

Wait outside a sec,

till the boss has gone.

-(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)

-(MOTH CHUCKLES)

They only throw them away.

Thanks.

(GIRL GIGGLES)

(BOTH GIGGLING)

-BOSS: Where is she?

-Who?

(BOSS GRUNTS)

(MOTH CHUCKLES)

Gee whizz.

Oh. Think he's dressing

for dinner? (CHUCKLES)

(GENTLE MUSIC CONTINUES)

"For every one of us,

living in this world"

"means waiting for our end."

"Let whoever can win

glory before death."

(BUTTONS BEEPING)

RAY: What? MOTH: sh*t.

Direct debit went

out. Standard Life.

But I cancelled that.

That's home insurance. I

don't need it any more.

Can we get it refunded?

CASHIER: You'll

have to take it up

with the insurance

company, I'm afraid.

Well, can I withdraw

the 1.38, please?

Thanks.

(HOLD MUSIC PLAYING ON MOBILE)

I'm sure I cancelled it.

-I cancelled everything.

-It doesn't matter.

That's, like, 1.50 a

day for a week, Moth.

AUTOMATED VOICE:

We are experiencing

high volumes of

calls at the moment.

You are number 10 in the

queue. Please continue...

Well, it doesn't matter if you

did or didn't cancel it. We...

You know, we're...

we're doing our best.

-Why is everything machines?

-We are experiencing

high volumes of

calls at the moment.

-You are number 10...

-Maybe I didn't cancel it.

It doesn't... You're

cancelling it now!

And we have no money.

We got 11, right?

We'll manage.

-(SIGHS)

-Er, well...

Er, we're gonna need

the, er, policy number.

Yeah?

I don't have that, Moth.

Do you have it?

(SIGHS QUIETLY)

AUTOMATED VOICE: ...between

the hours of 8:00 a.m.

and 4:00 p.m.,

Monday to Friday.

sh*t!

COMMENTATOR ON

RADIO: ...at the end

of a hectic day's

play at The Oval.

Five overs to play,

light permitting.

And England need a run a ball

for the most historic

of unexpected victories.

In comes Starc.

(COMMENTARY CONTINUES

INDISTINCTLY)

What?

You brought the radio?

Five overs left.

Shh, shh, shh.

They're talking about the light.

It's gonna be a draw.

It's a shame. We

could win this.

How heavy is that?

Why would you bring it?

The sound.

Feels like home.

COMMENTATOR: Woakes

clips it to the leg side.

The field is in quickly,

returns to the bowler's end.

-(THUNDER RUMBLES IN DISTANCE)

-Maybe it'll change, but...

I do actually feel

better off the pills.

COMMENTATOR: I'm not

sure England can afford

to leave too many at this stage.

England need 33 runs.

RAY: Are you saying it's done?

Cancelled?

MOTH: How are you doing?

-MAN: Day-packing, are you?

-Come from Minehead.

On the bus?

-MOTH: Walking the path.

-Right.

WOMAN: We've put a stop on it.

-Where to?

-Land's End.

-Thank you.

-WOMAN: You're welcome.

MAN: It's all very

well in this weather.

What are you gonna do

when the weather turns?

Put a coat on.

(MAN SIGHS)

MAN: Blindly irresponsible.

(GRUNTS)

Let's go.

(GENTLE MUSIC PLAYING)

MOTH: Morning. WOMAN: Hi.

MOTH: How you doing?

-RAY: Morning.

-Morning.

(GENTLE MUSIC CONTINUES)

(MOTH EXHALES)

(WINGS FLUTTER)

(BIRD CHIRPING)

(MUSIC SOARING)

Oh. (LAUGHING)

Aaah! (INHALES SHARPLY)

There's no food left.

Well, that is where

you're wrong, Detective.

Ta-da.

-RAY: Mmm.

-Mmm.

(BOTH CHUCKLE)

RAY: Mmm.

-I could boil a rabbit.

-Oh.

-Not enough gas, anyway.

-Mm.

-Tea, then?

-Yeah. (CHUCKLES)

MOTH: Oh, there's a bookshop.

(CHUCKLING)

Hey.

(PEOPLE LAUGHING

AND CHATTERING)

(GRUNTS)

(SHOUTING) Who would

like to hear a story?

Greatest story ever told.

A story of morality.

Nobility, heroism, loss,

love. It's all here.

It's a thousand years old.

More than a thousand years old.

WOMAN: It's Simon Armitage!

MOTH: Greatest

characters ever written.

It's a bit bloodthirsty, but

it's a road map for life.

"The Spear-Danes..."

Gives you a clue.

"The Spear-Danes

in days gone by"

"And the kings who ruled them

had courage and greatness."

"We've heard of those

princes' heroic campaigns."

Who's heard of it?

Anyone heard of Beowulf?

-MAN: Me. It's good.

-Oh.

Oh, you can go away 'cause

you know how it ends.

-(CROWD LAUGHS)

-Keep quiet.

"There was Shield Sheafson..."

Try and say that after

a couple of drinks.

-(SLURS) Shield Sheafson.

-(CROWD LAUGHS)

"Scourge of many tribes,"

"A wrecker of mead-benches..."

-That's you, that is.

-(CROWD LAUGHS)

"Rampaging among foes.

"This terror of the

hall-troops had come far.

"A foundling to start with,

he'd flourish later on

"As his powers waxed and

his worth was proved."

"In the end each clan

on the outlying coasts"

"Beyond the whale-road

had to yield to him"

"And begin to pay tribute.

That was one good king."

Oh, hold on.

Go round with the hat.

He built the most amazing

hall you've ever seen.

He got craftsmen from

all over the world

to build something

that was one of the great

wonders of the world.

And they had parties

there every night.

Which is great if

you're invited.

The bad guy wasn't.

"A powerful demon, a

prowler through the dark,

"Nursed a hard grievance.

It harrowed him

"To hear the din

of the loud banquet

-"Every day in the hall."

-RAY: Thank you.

You can be Beowulf...

Oh, you got money for me?

There's a lovely lady

with a hat somewhere.

Where's the lady with the hat?

-Here!

-MOTH: Over there.

Thank you very much.

"Far-fetched treasures

"Were piled upon him,

and precious gear."

"I never heard before of

a ship so well furnished"

"With battle tackle,

bladed weapons"

"And coats of mail."

-Another pound. Pound, there.

-Yeah, I know.

-(LOUD RUSTLE)

-(GASPS)

This isn't the

campsite, you know!

It's disgusting,

people camping up here

on the top of the cliff!

-It's outrageous.

-(DOG BARKS)

Come on.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

What is it?

I was just looking at the birds.

Where they're sheltering.

They know this lark much

better than we do, don't they?

Yeah.

Ow!

(GROANING)

MOTH: Hold on,

love. I'm coming.

Here, give us your arm.

Move... Move slowly.

-(GROANS)

-Watch your eyes.

I got you. I got you.

Yeah.

Okay. Okay.

There you go. There you go.

Hold on.

Mate. Mate, stop.

Stop, please.

(LAUGHTER AND

CHATTER IN DISTANCE)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(EXHALES)

(JINGLING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MAN: You all right?

Hello.

(SOFT GUITAR MUSIC PLAYING)

(EXHALES)

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

-(GUITAR PLAYING)

WOMAN: Nate said that you

fell in a blackthorn bush?

Yeah. I passed out.

(CHUCKLES)

It's the thorns. They

really do damage.

-Blackthorn's poisonous.

-Yeah.

-So you all live here?

-WOMAN: Most of us do.

There's a few who are,

like, summer workers.

People just can't afford

to rent round here.

So, people are

still joining you?

Mm. (CLICKS TONGUE)

We can't really

take anyone else in.

Not until someone

else moves out.

No! Oh, I looked away.

Did he really get a four?

And you guys?

We're just... walking.

Nice.

I'm glad you could

rest here for a bit.

We lost our home.

And our livelihood.

I'm sorry, Ray.

I'm so sorry.

RAY: Thanks.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(MAN CHUCKLES)

(RAY EXHALES SHARPLY)

(COUGHS)

Moth?

Yeah.

What will we do when

we get to Land's End?

We'll go back, will we?

Find some work.

I don't want to go

back if we're not going

-to our farm.

-I know.

-Do you have any chocolate?

-(CHUCKLES)

Why would we? (CHUCKLES)

-You're stoned.

-No, I'm not.

You're feeling better, though?

Felt like we were on

holiday for a second.

-People are so kind.

-Yeah.

They have to be to

outweigh the others.

What others?

You are a little bit

stoned, my girl, eh?

-Moth.

-Yeah.

Are you all right?

Yeah. I am.

You're doing so well.

Yeah.

-I'm all right. (CHUCKLES)

-Mm.

If they ever put you

on tubes, I'm going

to come to the hospital

to pull them out.

You do that, my girl.

-I would.

-I know you would, my girl.

I want you to.

RAY: Thank you.

MOTH: Thanks a lot.

NATE: See you.

(WAVES RUMBLING)

Hello.

Hello, Ray.

(WIND BLOWING)

(MOTH SNORING)

(WATER SLOSHING SOFTLY)

Oh! Moth! Moth!

Moth, the tide!

Oh!

-(MOTH GRUNTS)

-Oh, sh*t!

(RAY YELLING)

(WIND HOWLING)

(MOTH GRUNTS)

RAY: A wave's coming.

(BOTH STRAINING AND GRUNTING)

(RAY SHOUTS INDISTINCTLY)

Oh!

It just keeps moving.

Come on, do it!

(BOTH STRAIN)

-Leave the bloody tent!

-I'm not leaving it!

It's our home! (GRUNTS)

(BOTH GRUNTING)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

Look at you! (LAUGHING)

How you can move!

Come on.

It's amazing. (LAUGHING)

(YELLS)

Yeah!

(LAUGHING)

(SOFT MUSIC CONTINUES)

MOTH: Hey!

Come in, love.

You gotta see this.

-See what?

-This!

God, it's freezing.

It's lovely once

you're in. Come on.

Ready? Dive down.

Keep your eyes open. Yeah?

One, two, three.

(DREAMY MUSIC PLAYING)

(DREAMY MUSIC CONTINUES)

(BOTH GASPING AND LAUGHING)

What did I tell ya?

-Beautiful.

-(LAUGHS)

(CHUCKLES)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(MOTH YELLS PLAYFULLY)

(BOTH SHIVERING)

Oh, God.

I don't think I've

ever been so cold.

-MOTH: No.

-(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)

Here you go.

Oh, God. (CHUCKLES)

That's nice.

Oh, God.

(WHISPERS) Moth.

(BREATHING STEADYING)

(SOFT MUSIC PLAYING)

(BOTH MOAN SOFTLY)

(MOTH CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)

-Oh.

-(CHUCKLES)

-MOTH: Oh, God.

-Sorry.

(BOTH BREATHING HEAVILY)

(MUFFLED UPBEAT MUSIC

PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)

Sorry.

RAY: Hey.

What?

What's your name?

Sealy.

Sealy? That's such

a pretty name.

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Well, we're walking if you

wanted to walk with us.

No.

Okay. I'll give you my number

if you change your mind.

Whoa, whoa, what

are you doing there?

-Nothing. We're just talking.

-MAN: Talking about what?

-Hey, you all right, mate?

-MAN: Yeah, I'm all right.

But don't call me

your f*cking mate.

-Your wife is trying to...

-My wife is just talking.

Don't wanna talk. No

talking. No talking.

-f*ck off.

-All right, all right.

Go.

They could be anyone,

you're just talking to them.

-Are you all right?

-I need a wee.

We'll wait for you.

Can you come with me?

Yeah.

Do you have your water?

Yeah.

Oh.

Hello.

-How are you doing?

-MAN: You swimming?

MOTH: Oh, no.

(CHUCKLES) Walking.

Wonderful.

It's all right.

There's no hurry.

-How's the water?

-MAN: Ah, it's wonderful.

It's cold. (CHUCKLES)

Myself and James, er,

we used to pick blackberries

here as young boys.

And they're salted

with sea spray.

-MOTH: Oh, thanks very much.

-No, it's okay, mate.

You know, just...

just breathe.

Just keep breathing.

(CHUCKLING)

-Wow! Yeah.

-(MAN CHUCKLES)

RAY: Mmm!

You have to wait

for that moment between

perfect and spoiled.

And if the mist

comes right then,

laying its salt air

gently on the fruit,

a perfect, lightly

salted blackberry, eh?

(ALL CHUCKLE)

You can't make them.

Has to come from time

and nature.

Ah.

A gift.

Good. Come on, then, James.

There you go.

-See ya.

-Thanks very much.

-Yeah.

-RAY: Thank you.

MAN: They're a gift.

They're a gift!

(PENSIVE MUSIC PLAYING)

SEALY: I'm gonna

walk back now.

What?

I'm gonna walk back.

Well...

-Come with us, Sealy.

-Yeah.

To the next town.

Do you have someone you

could stay with for a while?

My nan, but...

the Megabus is a fiver.

I think I'm just gonna head

back to the guys for a bit.

-Are you sure?

-Is that a good idea?

Wait.

Here.

Here.

There.

Get yourself to

your nan's, okay?

Thanks.

MOTH: You take care

of yourself, yeah?

There's the sea there,

and the land there.

Don't fall in the sea.

RAY: Tom said he

sublet his room.

MOTH: Smart lad.

At least we know they're both

safe and warm back at uni.

(RAY SHIVERING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(BOTH GRUNTING AND PANTING)

MOTH: Oh, sh*t!

(BOTH SHIVERING)

(SOMBRE MUSIC PLAYING)

(MOBILE VIBRATES)

-Oh, it's Polly.

-Yeah?

She says she wants

her shed plastered.

She says we can live in it

for the winter if we do it.

Plus some other things.

Sounds all right.

It's a roof over our heads.

-Shall I say yes, then?

-I mean...

We can't go on

like this, can we?

I'll call her.

(LINE RINGING)

Hey.

-It's our friend.

-(FALCON SCREECHING)

-Huh.

-(MOBILE BEEPS)

(MOBILE RINGING)

A call.

Hi, Polly.

(MUSIC RISING)

(FALCON SQUAWKING)

Those sponges you wanted

are coming this afternoon.

Great.

And I found this

old tub of grout.

-Does grout go off?

-Well...

(INAUDIBLE CONVERSATION)

(STRAINING)

(DOOR OPENS)

They don't want extra

staff at the pub either.

I wish Polly would knock

when she comes in here.

It's her house.

Well, we're not serfs.

We're just staying

here for a bit.

Working.

She should knock.

(STRAINING AND PANTING)

Argh!

(MOTH STRAINING)

(MOTH SNORING)

(WIND WHISTLING)

(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(BIRD SCREAMING)

(WIND WHISTLING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(GROANS)

(DOOR OPENING AND CLOSING)

-Hi, Polly.

-Hi. Hi.

Ray, there's a job coming up.

Oh. What is it?

Sheep shearing.

-(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

-I know. But, look, listen,

you've done that sort of thing.

Look, they really

don't want a woman,

so I said you were expert.

Fifteen hundred for the season.

Oh, brilliant.

The blokes are

a bit... blokey.

That's fine.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

(SIGHS)

(CHUCKLES FAINTLY)

-(CLIPPERS WHIRRING)

-MAN: Come on! Keep moving!

(UPBEAT MUSIC

PLAYING ON SPEAKERS)

(SHEEP BLEATING)

Stop!

Roll 'em up, put 'em in.

Roll 'em up, put 'em in.

Faster, Ray! Mind

there's no straw on it.

(GRUNTING)

Keep it up! Faster, faster,

faster. We can do it!

Keep up.

-(RAY SCREAMS)

-(MEN EXCLAIM)

RAY: I got it. MAN

2: Well done there!

(MEN LAUGHING)

MAN: We won.

MAN 2: She can move, can't

she, when she wants to!

(INDISTINCT SHOUTING)

Did all right in there.

Thanks.

-Cheers.

-(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

-Nice one.

-Thanks.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER AND

DOG BARKING ON RADIO)

(DOOR OPENS)

Oh, my God.

Your skills never

cease to amaze me.

You can just stay here forever

and make everything better.

MOTH: Hmm. POLLY:

Here and in the house.

MOTH: Nearly done, anyway.

I'm having a drink.

Do you want one?

MOTH: Just about to turn in.

Right, yeah. Both of you?

Yeah. Sorry.

Okay.

More wine for me, then.

-Bye.

-MOTH: Night.

(DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES)

She's just lonely.

Yeah, well, you go. I'm not

great company right now.

(SIGHS)

-(SHEEP BLEATING)

-(CLIPPER WHIRRING)

RAY: Thanks.

MAN: It's all there.

See you next year.

(WOLF-WHISTLES)

I've been thinking

various whatevers

while you were working.

I've done some

research. And, er...

Well...

I'd really like to study.

(CHUCKLING) I know

that sounds mad.

I'd like to do

sustainable farming.

That doesn't sound mad.

Where?

Plymouth's got a course.

Plymouth University.

If they take me, I could

get a student loan.

We could live on that.

I think I got better because

it wasn't just the

walking. It was...

It was feeling free. You know?

I... I think we

should walk again.

Get to Land's End and just

keep going, all the way.

But you need rest, love.

We've got 1,500 quid.

You know, that's enough for

a B and B if we need it.

I know it is mad...

because it's the future.

What do you think?

I think you're beautiful.

Gee whizz. (CHUCKLING)

I don't know about that.

What about the walking?

(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)

(ETHEREAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(FALCON SCREECHING)

I'm glad, really.

Well, I know it's been

bloody hard, but...

I wouldn't change a thing.

Would you?

I don't know.

Well, I'd change the

illness. (CHUCKLES)

'Course I would.

But the rest of it.

I thought the...

the house and all,

everything was...

that was "us", but it wasn't.

It was shelter.

And God knows everyone

needs shelter. But...

it's freedom.

When it does come...

the end,

I want you to have me cremated.

And then when you die,

the kids could put

us in the same...

urn, or box, whatever.

Bring us here,

give us a good shake...

send us on our way.

Together.

Okay.

Okay.

Good.

Is there anything else?

I'll put the tea

on then, will I?

When you first told

me that you loved me,

no one had ever said

that to me before.

Nobody.

Not my family. No one.

And then when you said it...

(CHUCKLES FAINTLY)

You're my home.

(CRYING SOFTLY)

(MELANCHOLY MUSIC PLAYING)

Afternoon.

-Rain coming.

-MOTH: Yeah, yeah.

I saw the birds

sheltering back there.

Oh, you watch them too?

Yes. You have the look.

The look?

People here fight the

elements. The weather.

But when it's touched you,

when you let it be,

you'll never be the same again.

You're salted.

Good luck.

(MOTH CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(SENTIMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)

(ETHEREAL FOLK MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC FADES OUT)

(WAVES CRASHING GENTLY)

(SEAGULLS CALLING)

(DREAMY MUSIC PLAYING)