On the Sea (2025)

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- Ioan, how are you doing?

- I'm okay.

- Then grip my hand.

Harder.

Take off your glove.

There's a flask

in the trailer there.

Go warm yourself.

You're no use to us if you

can't feel your fingers, right?

Go on.

Off you go, take five.

- You wanna go home,

go back to the boys?

No?

Wanna train with the lads?

Okay?

Stand up straight then.

Are you cool?

Good.

- Rhys, why aren't you

supervising your brothers?

- You're supervising

me, aren't you, Rhys?

- They know the drill, dad.

Talked them through

it enough times.

- Why does everything have to

be a f*cking battle with you?

Just do as I f*cking say.

- Spit it out, will you?

Your other lad should

have been here today.

You're too soft on Tom.

- Can you stand on the

scales for me, Jack?

Nice season for

you now, isn't it?

Be out and about, it's

all right, isn't it?

- Is it much?

- A few kilos.

You can get dressed now.

Are you worried?

- Not particularly.

You've been in remission

for over three years

now, haven't you?

...by 0600 tomorrow.

Decreasing to six.

Rough, very rough,

occasionally mild.

Becoming moderate.

- Dad.

- Get in.

- Why?

We're going into town.

- Ask your friends to put out

what they're smoking

and I'll drive you.

- They wanna walk.

- Ask them.

Come on, it's pissing down.

Get in.

- Dad, stop it.

Dad.

- You should have

been there today.

Put your seat belt on.

Who are those kids?

- Friends.

- Friends.

Where are they from?

I don't want you coming

up this way again.

Was it a good catch?

Yeah, it wasn't bad.

- Tom make it there, did he?

You think

I'm too soft on him?

- Dyfan tell you that?

- The other boys showed

today, even little Ioan.

You think Ioan was

there of his own choosing?

- Well, does it matter?

He showed.

- Don't forget,

going out tonight.

Jack, don't act like

you didn't know.

- I really like this.

- Thank you.

It's just an old thing, really.

- Is it?

- Yeah.

Oh, you

look beautiful.

- Thank you.

Excuse me a minute.

- Jack.

Will you dance with me?

- Maggie.

- Come on.

- No, come on.

- Please.

- No.

- Shh.

- Oh, Maggie, Maggie.

Are we really doing this?

- Get them started.

Come on.

- I forget how.

- See?

- Yeah, I'm dancing.

- Yeah, well relax

your shoulders.

- This makes me feel old.

- We are old.

That'll be us

before you know it.

No.

- That old boy's got

more vim than you.

Hey, what

are you doing here?

Just give

me what you owe me.

Then you can get

back to your duty.

You can't

just come in here.

It's a private party.

Right, so pay

me my wages and I'm gone.

- Come on.

Get the f*ck out of here.

- Not until you pay me

what you f*cking owe me.

Everything

okay here, boys.

I don't know.

You tell me.

I'm close to being evicted

and you boys have been

sitting on my wages

for nearly three weeks now.

- There are too many, we'll see.

And by the first

thing on Monday,

I give you my word, all right?

- Go on.

Get the f*ck out of

here, you f*cking scruff.

- What are you doing?

It's not your fight.

f*cking come on.

Hello, Lois

Thomas.

- Got back early.

- Are we?

How was your evening?

You get much studying done?

- I should go.

Jack

will run you home.

- I'll walk her back.

- Straight back, Tom.

Road's early tomorrow.

- Oh, come on, man.

You said Sunday and

I made plans for tomorrow.

- High neap's Sunday.

- I think he's made plans, Jack.

- We're leaving at seven.

We'll pick breakfast

up along the way.

Goodnight, Lois.

- Goodnight, Mr. Morgan.

- Go on.

Go see Lois home.

- All right, same

rhythm as your brothers.

One, two, three.

Keep it going.

One, two, stump, one.

- Uncle Jack.

There's something

you should see.

What is it?

- Hey.

What are you bloody doing?

Hey, hey!

Hey!

f*ck off, you f*cking b*stard.

f*cking idiot.

- Here we go.

- Hey.

Hey, what are you

saying, you old alchy?

- I said you're a bunch

of f*cking idiots.

Now f*ck off.

- Don't speak to me like that.

Who the f*ck do

you think you are?

- Finn, leave it, mate.

- Piss off.

- Don't f*cking push me.

- Hey!

Hey, come here.

What the f*ck are

you talking about?

- I should put

you across my knee

and spank your a*s, you toe rag.

Come on, let's

go, come on, let's go.

- Tom?

- Don't f*cking push me.

- Hey, get out of my face.

Piss off. Take your

rats with you, go on.

- Come on, let's go.

- Go on!

- Tom.

- f*ck out of here.

Hey, what

the f*ck?

- Is he okay?

What the bloody

hell are you doing?

- What the f*ck are you doing?

- It wasn't me.

- Who are those little shits?

Get off me.

- What the f*ck do you

think you're doing?

Get off me.

- Don't walk away from me.

- Dad, get off.

- You're hurting me.

- This your lad, Morgan.

- Aye.

- He needs a bloody good hidin'.

- Tom?

- I'm sorry.

- Were it you kids who butchered

that seal at Park's Head?

- What?

No.

No.

No.

- They were only

fooling around, Bernie.

Lad meant no harm.

Let's get you to the pub.

We'll get you warmed up.

- Get outta my sight.

Take your boy with you.

- Here.

Get him something warm.

Get yourself something too.

Come on.

- Need a hand there?

- f*cking dead weight, man.

Yeah, come on.

- Get your hands off of me.

- Come on, Bernie.

Get you-

- You and your passive family.

- Get you in.

Here we go.

Come on, there we go.

Okay, get you up.

Where are you heading?

- Just towards town?

- Jump in.

You new around here?

Since September.

- You like it?

- Don't mind.

Just go where the work is, like.

You from fishing?

- Scallops.

But diver scallops, though.

- You're not afraid

of the cold then.

- f*ck no.

The colder the better.

So they put their fat

on, hold their salt.

- They'll be panting for them

this time of year in London.

- Yes, they will.

Daft f*cking b*stards.

My old man had a

shed up in Oban.

Some of these chefs

would drive 300 miles

just for a couple of sacks.

- In Oban.

And you took the

weather with you, so.

And what's happened?

Did the dredges put

him out of business?

- Nah, his liver did, eh.

- You get into a spot of bother?

- I saw you there.

You saw me too.

- Richmonds have a habit

of upsetting people.

Did you get your wages?

- Yeah.

Got my money.

- Come on, Bernie.

We're at home.

Okay, get your feet out.

- All right?

Hey, we got you.

Okay.

Okay, there you go.

It's freezing in here.

So, have you

always worked in the beds?

- Yeah.

Three generations of us.

- You never lived

anywhere else, no?

- No.

Same stars wherever you go.

- So you've never

been to London.

- Been to London.

I liked it there.

- What about the place

up by the tin mines?

You been there?

I heard that's good for rabbits.

- I wouldn't know.

Ah.

See you.

- Hold up.

Can I get a lift?

- One of us should stay

till the wood burns down.

You're not that far.

- How do you know where I live?

- Where have you been?

I was calling you.

- Checking in on Bernie.

- Bernard?

Why?

- What's he doing here?

- I dunno.

Been here an hour.

Got the keys?

Tea's in the oven.

It shouldn't be too long.

- What is it?

- Read it.

- It doesn't make sense.

Hard Winds have bought

from us since forever.

Who have they gone to?

- Who do you think?

Richmond Brothers,

man.

They've been fishing us out

right under our noses.

- I don't see how we

make up this loss.

- I do.

- Boat?

Oh, so we're ripping

up the seabed now?

- No, no, no, no.

We're not dragging.

I'm talking about the

funding for the offshore,

like I showed you

f*cking months ago.

You know?

But you weren't interested.

They would've been up

and running by now.

- And that's how you want

to live out your days.

Hmm?

On a floating raft in the

middle of the f*cking sea.

Our customers like the

fact that we're not huge.

They like the fact that we're

out there on the straits.

From sea to bed to mussel

house, like we always were.

We'll have to scale back.

- How?

We barely made ground

rent last year.

How?

- There's four from your

household on the payroll.

I'm 50% of the company. I'm

paying 80% of the wages.

And who do you think

kept things alive

when you weren't here?

If it wasn't for my boys,

you'd have no f*cking

business to come back to.

Hmm?

My lads, they worked

every weekend,

every day of their school

holidays for nothing.

Nothing.

It was our apprenticeship.

If you're gonna

start slinging mud,

I suggest you start looking a

bit closer to home, all right?

- This one of Dyfan's boys'?

It was in the truck.

- I'll take it in in the morning.

- What did he want?

- He's making a move.

I can't put my finger on it.

What do you mean?

- I don't know,

but without Tom, I'm

outnumbered here.

- The business

belongs to you and Dyfan.

It's nothing to

do with the boys.

Not until you hand it down.

- Tom used to plead with

me to come out on the beds.

He'll come around.

- But what if he doesn't?

- You look tired.

You should go to bed.

- You know, If he's not prepared

to muck in with his cousins

on the weekends, he can

get himself a Saturday job

like everyone else.

- I'll talk to him.

- Not doing him any favors.

- You can speak

to him about Lois.

- Lois?

Why?

- They were locked away in

here when I got in earlier.

- In our bed?

- They weren't being

discreet about it either.

They're too young.

We held out till we

were married, didn't we?

I don't want him doing

anything he might regret.

That's all.

- Bernie!

Bernie?

Oh sh*t.

Bernie, what happened?

Come on.

f*ck, you're on fire.

Let's get you up.

Come on.

- What the f*ck is this?

Seindorf Beaumaris.

You're fan of the

coronet, are you, Thomas?

- Put it back, it's my dad's.

- Come on.

- It's my dad's.

Stop pissing about.

- Hey.

- Baby.

- You.

What's your name?

Yeah, you.

What's your name?

- Finn.

- Finn, get out.

Did you not hear me?

Get the f*ck outta my house.

- f*ck's sake, Tom.

All right.

- What's going on?

Jack, what is it?

- They took off his leg.

What the f*ck are you doing?

- Why are you here?

- Bernie, you must have heard.

- Of course I heard.

- Well, get ready then.

We're going out for him.

- I already took work.

- You didn't waste

much time, did you?

- Look, he's not

going back out to sea.

- I'll pay whatever he pays you.

It's just a few catches

to see him through winter.

Come on, Daniel.

- I told you, I took work.

It's all right.

Go back inside.

Here.

You ever been on a boat before?

- Have you ever lasted

more than two weeks on one?

- It's fresh, eh?

- I like it.

- Alright, well let's

see how you get on.

Good.

Good.

So this hooks onto here and

then that hoists, up we go.

There we go.

There you go. Simple.

Off we go.

To the ring.

- What are you doing?

Not the face.

Yeah.

What the f*ck are

you playing at?

- So you've been together long,

you and your woman?

- Since we were 16.

- High school sweethearts, eh?

Saw you dancing.

Nice.

- What about you?

I wasn't

ever pretty enough

to be someone's sweetheart.

- Who was that before?

- He was just passing through.

Fancy a drink later?

- Not like this.

- Why?

- Ah, look at us.

We're rancid.

- I've got a couple

cans back at mine.

Clean up there if you want.

- Ah, maybe some other time.

- What's wrong with now?

- I don't think so.

I should, I should get going.

- You got my money?

Will you be going out again?

- Dunno.

- Well, I could

do with the work.

- Of course.

Right.

- The New Testament reading

is taken from 1 Corinthians,

chapter 10.

"And did all eat the

same spiritual meat

and did all drink the

same spiritual drink,

for the drank of that spiritual

rock that followed them.

And that rock was Christ.

But with many of them,

God was not well pleased

for they were overthrown

in the wilderness.

Now these things

were our examples

to the intent we should

not lust after evil things

as they also lusted."

- Hello, William.

- How are you?

- How's your mom?

- She's good.

Thank you.

She loves the

dress you made her.

Thank you.

- Give her my best, will you?

- I will indeed.

- What did he want?

- He was being courteous.

- Didn't know he had in him.

How is Bernie?

Oh, he's not

taking no visitors.

- Well the sister said, it's very

unlucky what happened to him.

- What I don't get

is how someone who's

lived their whole life

with the superstitions of the sea

takes a woman on board

in the first place.

- I didn't know

Bernie had a woman.

- I don't think Bernie

knew either, Maggie.

- Hey, come on.

Let's go, quick.

- Should see you

good for a few weeks.

Your heating's fixed.

Make sure to leave

it on for awhile.

Okay?

The nurses are saying you

won't let them wash you.

If they can't keep you clean,

they'll put you in a home.

You won't like that, Bernie.

Will you let me?

I'll see you in a few days.

Okay?

- Pint of lager, please.

- All right?

- Didn't expect

to see you again.

Thought the wanderlust

might have got to you.

- Oh, I was thinking about it.

So did you take the boat out?

- Yeah.

I could have

done with the work.

- Yeah.

Well, it was a good

thing you did.

Down to him now.

- What are you having?

- Jack?

Jack?

Here.

- I'm all right, thanks.

- You been up to much?

- Few bits.

Might have me a couple of

weeks raking over in Conway.

- So we're rivals now.

- Jack, what's wrong?

Do you not wanna

sit with the men?

- See you then.

- Hey.

- Listen, sorry

about my brother.

He can...

Oh, f*ck.

- You want a beer?

Your brother's a f*cking prick.

I see him looking at

me like that again...

Sorry

about your lip.

- It's all right.

What is that?

Shark bite?

Do you wanna go out for a bit?

- I live here.

This is my town.

- Just for a drink, chill.

Hi.

Your tea's in the oven.

- Tom, I can do with the

hand over at Bernie's.

- He's helping me clear up here.

Maybe next time, Jack.

- Do you think

that's a good idea,

what you're doing back there?

- Dunno.

Why don't you ask him yourself?

I'm gonna give him a wash.

He stinks to f*ck.

It's good, eh?

- Yeah.

- It is.

- Well, can you talk to him?

I don't want him carrying

that kind of weight around.

He blames himself what's

happened with Bernie.

Maybe he needs to

speak to someone.

- He doesn't need

to speak to anyone.

Jack,

you didn't see him.

You are punishing him

again, aren't you?

- No, I'm not

punishing him, Maggie.

There's a man out there

that's lost everything.

I can't make that go away.

I'll take him out tomorrow.

Okay?

We can go for breakfast

up at that place he likes.

He starts

work tomorrow.

- Starts work?

How do you mean?

- He took a Saturday job.

Where?

- The new place over by Clark.

It was your idea, Jack.

You said if he didn't

want to help out-

- I know what I said, Maggie.

Did you help him?

Did you help him find the job?

How have you been?

- Good, you?

- Good.

- Okay.

Did it hurt you?

- No.

You should watch how

you go with that.

Creeps up on you.

- Old age?

- No, not that.

- Is that where

the shark bite is?

- What's with the

birds, your etchings?

- Ah, I like them.

Pick them up here

and there, you know?

- You like it

outside, don't you?

- Eh, it's not a bad life.

Don't have to answer to anyone.

Can get lonely sometimes.

Ah.

Let me know if

there's any tenderness.

Is there anything else

besides the passing of blood?

- I sometimes catch

my breath a little.

For how long?

- A few weeks.

Any cough?

- No.

Sometimes hurts to breathe deep.

- Can you show me where.

- Could we keep this

between ourselves please?

I don't want to worry

Maggie unnecessarily.

- When I was about six or seven,

I asked my teacher

how much longer

I had left to go at school.

I thought she was gonna say like

a couple years or something.

She said 10 years,

12, if you stay on.

I couldn't take that.

I was like, just got

down on the floor,

bawled my eyes out,

wouldn't get up.

She tried to drag me back

to my desk, so I bit her.

She phoned my dad to come

and pick me up right away,

and all the way home,

I was just blacking it,

just thinking he's gonna f*cking

lay it on me when I get in.

I'm getting it.

We got home.

He lit a fire

and he said, "So you're

not for school, Danny."

And that was it.

Never went back.

- What about your mom?

- I didn't know her.

She, she found a guy

to take care of her.

Good luck to her.

What about you?

- I liked school.

I like learning.

If it wasn't for

the farm, I dunno,

might have gone somewhere,

done something else.

- Fancy a game of pool.

- Pool?

- Aye, at the pub

- Don't be f*cking daft.

- Alright, well there's

a place up by Holyhead.

No one will know you

there, have a drink.

- You want me to drive all the

way to Holyhead for a drink?

I'll run you home.

Let's pick something

up along the way.

- Will you stay?

- Maggie's friends

own that place?

- What is this?

- Where are you going?

I'm not going

back to the caravan,

that f*cking sh*thole.

- We had a good time out there.

What's the matter with you?

- What's the matter with me?

It's nothing the matter

with me, mate.

Why can't you just have

a game of pool, with me?

What's the f*cking problem?

Don't be a prick.

- This is really good, Maggie.

- Thank you.

- I don't think I've ever

tasted lamb this tender.

It's not

witchcraft, Dyfan.

It's just the soil

and the salt wash.

- I hear Tom started

work in that new cafe.

- He seems to be

enjoying it, yes.

It's a bit of pocket

money for him.

- Can't have been easy after

what happened with Bernard?

- It wasn't his fault, Iris?

- No one's saying that.

No, I wasn't.

Of course it wasn't his fault.

It's okay.

- You were on his boat

today, weren't you?

- Yes, I was.

- You weren't dredging.

- No.

- What were you doing?

- I was checking the boat over.

Taking it further out.

He's putting her up for sale.

- It's very good

of his deckhand,

making himself

available like that.

But he can't have

known him long.

- Well, you're either

made of the right stuff

or you're not, Dyfan.

Isn't that what dad used to say

to you?

- Were there others?

Will you answer me, Jack?

- No.

No.

But...

but I always wanted to.

- I want you out.

You hear?

I want you out.

- I'm so sorry, Maggie.

- Hold on.

We're gonna buy you out.

I'm not selling.

- It's a majority decision.

- What majority?

It's me and you. That's it.

It's for the best.

- You can't f*cking do that.

- You gotta do the

honorable thing.

You gotta go

or you're gonna drag

us all down with you.

- Get out of my way.

There's work to be done.

Tom.

I don't want to see you.

- Come on.

Don't cut me out of

your life like this.

- Everybody's talking about you,

what you were doing

out on that boat,

and in his shitty caravan.

- Hey, come on, it's alright.

- No, just get

your hands off me.

- Okay, well just come and

sit in the truck with me.

- No, I don't want to.

- We don't need to talk.

Just come and sit in the truck.

- Just get off me.

- Okay, okay, okay.

You are a coward, dad.

- Usual, please

- Take your seat.

- Where are you headed?

- Dunno.

- Will you be coming back?

- No, I don't think so, eh?

Look, everyone has a choice.

Either live a lie

or you don't.

- My marriage isn't a lie.

- And what we had out there,

that wasn't a lie, either.

I'll have

some chips, please.

- Would you like any sauce?

- Ah, no thanks.

- Would you like any

chip salt or vinegar?

- No, thank you.

- Give me 10 minutes to ready it, sir.

- Okay.

- Thank you.

- Mr. Morgan.

How are you?

I've just been with

Tom, not long left him.

- How is he?

- He's okay.

You know what he's like.

He'll come around soon enough.

Anyway, I should, yeah,

I should get going.

Mom will be waiting for me.

Goodnight, Mr. Morgan.

- Goodnight, Lois.

Yes?

It's me,

Jack, Doctor Hughes.

- Door's open.

- They've been trying

to get hold of you.

- Jack!

I want you to come home.

- Maggie, I can't.

Three to five.

Increasing six to seven later,

perhaps gale eight later.

Slight or moderate,

occasionally roughly,

with a southwestern flight

and also later elsewhere.

Showers, rain later.

Perhaps thundering.

Good, occasionally poor.

White, Portland,

Plymouth, southwest,

three to five becoming cyclone.

Mainly southwest.

Five to seven.

Perhaps gale eight later.

Light or moderate,

becoming moderate or rough.

Dyfan has

made an offer on the farm.

- It's a good price, Maggie.

We should sell.

Is it soon?

Do you

want to talk about it?

- No.

But will you tell

me when it's time?

I'm going to Lois's.

I saw him at Holyhead.

He's working on one

of the trawlers there.

- Do you remember

that cottage we rented

before we were married

up, in the forest?

- I was thinking about

it the other day.

We swam in the lake.

It was almost November.

- And you remember the

man who lost his dog

in the storm by the lake?

I saw the way he looked at you,

the way you looked at him.

You went back for him.

I know.

- I wanted to tell you, Maggie,

but I couldn't.

I think, I think how different

things would've been

if, if I had.

I'm so glad that

I didn't, Maggie.

- Dyfan.

All right?

- All right, Tom.

Everything okay?

- All right.

- What are you doing?

What are you doing?

You wouldn't last 10

minutes here, boy.

No way.

- Where do you want me?

- Tom, over here.

- There's someone

here to see you.

- Hello, sea dog.

- Look at you.

You caught the sun.

- Aye.

I like this washed out junkie

look that you've got, man.

Suits you.

- And I can smell

the sea on you.

- We should take

it out again, eh?

- That would be nice.