Sweetland (2023)

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(classical music)

(motor roaring to life)

(distant barking)

(rooster crowing)

(barking)

(birdsong)

(barking)

(rooster crowing)

(barking)

- We going off on the mash?

- Got a few rabbit slips out.

(boy breathing heavily)

Yeah.

(rooster crowing)

(man grunting)

Clara know you're up here?

- Mom's still asleep.

I told Pop.

- Hmm. What'd your pop say?

- He told me

not to be a nuisance.

(man chuckling)

(barking)

(gulls squawking)

- You got it? That's it.

Right.

There it is.

How about that? Good?

- Mm-hmm.

- Nice and tight.

There you go, buddy.

You got him?

Put him up on your shoulder.

That's it.

(gulls squawking)

Nice and heavy, aren't they?

Do you like them?

- Yeah. Yeah.

- You like rabbits?

You like dead rabbits?

Now, then...

Who's got it better than this,

eh?

(knocking)

(country music playing)

(insistent knocking)

(music stopping)

(knocking)

(door opening)

- Mr. Sweetland?

- Just come off the ferry,

did ya?

- Just this second, yes.

(door closing)

- I must be

some f*ck' important.

- You're at the top of my list.

- Mm.

(inhaling)

Tea?

- Uh, you don't have coffee

by any chance?

- I got instant.

- Tea is fine.

- Mm-hmm.

- So... will you be coming

to the meeting this afternoon?

- Wasn't plannin' on it.

- I couldn't talk you into it?

It was 45 in favour,

three against,

by the most recent ballot.

But as of yesterday,

yours is one

of only two households

who have not agreed

to take the package

we're offering.

You and Mr. Loveless. And...

(sighing)

I have to admit... I'm curious.

- About what?

- There's been no work out here

since the cod moratorium.

Most of the younger residents

have already moved away,

and you're turning down

a substantial cash payout.

I guess... I'm just wondering

what your story is.

- Imagine you got everything

you needs to know about me

in that bag of yours.

Hmm?

- "Moses Louis Sweetland,

born November 14, 1948.

Next of kin: None."

- Christ, I'm related to half

the people in Chance Cove.

- No immediate next of kin

I believe is what that means.

Parents deceased.

Brother: Hollis.

And sister: Ruth.

- Both dead.

- Marital status. Single?

Occupation: Lighthouse keeper.

Retired.

- I was let go

when they automated the light

10 years back.

And you were a fisherman

before that?

- Right up until the moratorium

in '92.

- Never lived anywhere else?

- One trip up to Toronto

for work when I was too young

to know better.

(scoffing)

(Moses chuckling)

Not much when you lays it out

like that.

- Not enough to tell me why

you're so set against this move.

- Contrary, I guess.

- You'd rather stay here

with the dead?

- A body could do worse

for company.

- As you know, the government

is offering a package

to the residents of Sweetland

to move anywhere

in the province.

Minimum $100,000 per household.

Up to 150,000,

depending on the size

of the family

and other considerations.

Plus adjustment assistance,

help looking for work

or retraining

or returning to school--

- Jesus, I thought

the government was broke.

- But we will not move a soul

out of here

unless we have a commitment

from everyone to the package.

- Mm-hmm. Same old bullshit.

- You've been made aware

of the September deadline?

- Mm-hmm.

- There are people

hoping to make the move across

as early as this fall.

You can contact me anytime.

(country music playing)

(gulls squawking)

(barking)

(indistinct radio chatter)

(music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

- Traitor! Ah, c'mon,

take the package, ya prick!

(barking)

It's over, boy! It's over!

(indistinct chatter)

(barking)

Take the package, ya prick!

(cattle lowing)

(insistent lowing)

(lowing continues)

(sighing)

(lowing)

(plaintive lowing)

- Here you go, old girl.

Here you go.

Yeah.

Haven't got enough grass here

to keep a rabbit alive.

Never mind a cow about to calve.

f*ck' Loveless.

There you go, old girl.

Good girl.

Good girl.

Good girl.

- You're not even gonna

say hello?

(saw buzzing)

- Playin' hard to get?

- Oh, you're a natural.

(Moses chuckling)

- See you're putting in

the garden in the week.

- Yes, and don't you trample

all over 'em.

- They'll likely die of the cold

if they comes up anyway, maid.

(woman coughing)

(laughing)

- Have to give these up.

- What's that you're readin'?

- Mm.

One of them books

Sandra sends me

down from the mainland.

- She's still tryin' to wean you

off the Harlequins, is she?

- Yeah.

(man): Who's that there

you're talking to?!

- Hayward,

I'm talking to me boyfriend!

Hayward said he never saw ya

at the town meeting last night.

- I was puttin' in the spuds.

I'll set aside a barrel for you

the fall.

- I won't be here the fall.

- You been saying that 20 year

or more.

- You know that Hayward

took the package.

- Never thought you'd allow it,

just the same.

- Was Sandra talked him into it.

Sure he can't say no

to our girl.

She's putting an apartment

for us in her basement.

She can't wait for us

to get there, she says.

I was born here.

And I had five youngsters

in the same bedroom

I was born in.

The only way I'll be leaving

this house in a box.

- No one's gonna carry you out

in a box, maid.

We'll just lift a few boards

and set you under the floor.

(scoffing)

- Kiss my arse.

- I'll have to take a raincheck.

(chuckling)

- Don't leave it too long.

(Moses laughing)

Don't leave it too long.

(gulls squawking)

- Pop says it's just you

and Loveless wants to stay now.

Will I have to go?

- Not as long as I'm around.

- Pop says they're gonna

drive you out.

- No one's driving me anywhere.

Here you go.

- Mom took me to see a doctor

in St. John's.

- Mm-hmm.

- And how was it?

- Loud.

- And what did the doctor

have to say to ya?

Ret*rded, is it?

Hmm? Antisocial. Co-dependent.

Mentally unstable. Psychopathic.

Well, what are ya goin'

all the way into St. John's

to see him for, then?

- Don't know. Mom made me.

- Your mother's the one

should be seeing the doctor.

- She sees him, too.

She goes in after me.

- Fat lot of f*ck' good

it's doing her, hey?

Don't mind me.

- I don't.

(chuckling)

- Hollis went into St. John's

to see a doctor one time.

- Where'd you hear

the like of that?

- He told me.

- You were talking to Hollis,

were ya? Is that a fact?

- He was into St. John's

most of the winter one year.

- Finish up now.

We got better things to do

than sit around here jawing.

(humming)

(phone ringing)

You wash up now.

(boy humming)

It's time you got home

to your supper.

(phone ringing)

(boy humming)

(phone ringing)

(ringing)

(ringing)

(Moses sighing)

- We're going out after wood

tomorrow?

- Take one of these

down to your pop.

(phone ringing)

- Can we?

(phone ringing)

- I'll think about it.

Go on home now.

(boy humming)

(ringing)

Evening, Mr. Vatcher.

(chuckling)

(country music playing)

- I'll be done in a minute.

Pilgrim was by earlier.

Said you and Jesse was out

checking slips.

Said Clara wasn't very happy

about it.

- Who've been at this board?

- Would've been seven or eight

had a go

since you was here last.

- You didn't let Loveless touch

anything.

- You're in check there,

if you hadn't noticed.

- Loveless still thinks

it's a g*dd*mn checkerboard.

- He means well.

- So does

the f*ck' government.

- I didn't see you

at the meeting yesterday.

- Taking attendance, was ya?

- There was just Loveless,

yourself and Queenie missing.

It's hard not to notice.

Hayward thinks you and Queenie

must be having

a little something on the side.

- He's not worried

about Loveless?

- Hayward's paranoid,

but he's not an idiot.

- Hmm. Well...

(chuckling)

- You heard that, uh,

he and Queenie signed up

for the package after all?

Check.

(beeping)

(Moses): Jesus. f*ck!

- Hello, the house!

- That'll be herself now.

(door opening)

- You aren't watching porn

over there, are ya?

- Gave it up for Lent.

(beeping)

f*ck.

- He's gotta be bluffing, Moses.

- I'm not taking poker advice

from a blind f*ck.

- That's out of season.

- That was meant

for your old man.

- Leave me out of this, Mose.

They're peaked out this year.

They'll be starving in the woods

come the winter.

- I don't want it in the house.

- I only set a dozen slips.

Youngster loves to be out at it.

- Jesse missed a week of school

with me in St. John's.

He don't need to miss no more.

- He asked Pilgrim

if he could go.

- Jesse is saying

he's gonna stay with you here

after everyone else leaves.

- Is that right?

- You haven't said anything

to set the thought in his head,

I hope.

- He knows his own mind.

- He's not good with change,

if that's what you means.

- Have you been telling him

about...

Hollis spending the winter

in the hospital into St. John's?

- Uncle Hollis?

- Jesse said he heard it

straight from Hollis himself.

- What was he in for?

Tuberculosis?

- Jesse was talking like Hollis

was sitting right there with us

in the woods.

- That youngster have

always been a bit touched.

- Dad.

- What? He's talking to Moses's

dead brother, for godssake.

- Got a name for it yet?

- What?

- Ah...

Whatever it is wrong

with the youngster.

- There's a... spectrum.

And he isn't typical

is what they're telling me.

- I could've told ya as much

for free, saved you the trip.

- If I lived in St. John's,

I could get him assessed.

I could get him

into a school program.

- He wants to come over with me

when I goes for a load of wood

tomorrow.

Being outdoors

is what the youngster needs.

(clattering)

- More wood?

- You got a real gift

for observation, Loveless.

- Duke says you got enough split

and stacked to keep hell

in flames for half of eternity.

Your cow ready

to have her calf yet?

- Any day.

- Yeah.

- You got neither bit of hay

to put out for her?

There's not enough grass

left there to feed a rabbit.

- She's after eatin' up

all the hay had set aside

over the winter.

- Can't you get some

from someone else?

- People wants to take

that cow away from me, they do.

- Jesus, Loveless.

Why would anyone want

to take your cow?

Likely they're just trying

to keep the old girl

from starving to death.

- She got plenty there.

- You should have Glad Vatcher

give it a once-over

before the calf comes.

- Sara never had Glad

look at her.

- You're not bloody Sara,

now are ya?

- People's after me

to take the package, Mose.

- Well, let 'em talk.

Don't pay no attention.

- Some people saying

they was gonna burn us out.

- Some who?

Who said

they were gonna burn me out?

- No one direct-like.

There's... there's people

heard it spoke of.

- You haven't been getting

any notes, have ya?

- Notes?

- Ransom notes, like, with...

letters cut out of magazines.

Never mind.

You look out to that cow.

- She's fine.

She'll be alright.

(cow grunting)

(cow moaning)

(cow grunting)

(cow crying out)

(sighing)

(cow moaning)

- f*ck' Loveless.

(cow lowing)

(bellowing)

(bellowing)

(moaning)

(cow grunting)

(cow groaning)

(cow crying out)

(distant barking)

(cow bellowing)

Loveless!

(cow bellowing)

Got a dead calf out here!

(cow moaning)

Loveless!

(cow moaning)

You're gonna lose that cow

if you don't get your arse

down here!

(cow crying out)

Come on!

The f*ck have you got done here

now?

- g*dd*mn animal.

Nothing but trouble

since Sara died.

- Not the bloody cow's fault!

What were you doing asleep

in bed?

- I was out with her

till almost midnight.

Didn't think

she was gonna go tonight.

(cow moaning)

(crying out)

(plaintive bellowing)

- Get in there.

(bellowing)

(groaning)

(plaintive lowing)

(crying out)

(banging)

- I can't lose Sara's cow.

Will she be alright, you think?

- How did she look to ya?

(soft mooing)

Loveless...

you gotta get in there

and get that calf clear of her,

ya hear me?

(bellowing)

- I don't know

how Sara managed all of this.

I can't do nothing without her.

(cow crying out)

- Go dig a hole out back.

(bellowing)

(Moses): Come on, girl.

(cow moaning)

(Moses): There we go. Alright.

(cow bellowing)

Alright.

- Mose?

(cow moaning)

(bellowing)

Mose?

- What?!

- I'm going to take the package.

- You're just tired is all.

- No.

Got me mind made up on it.

I can't do nothing here

without Sara.

(cow bellowing)

- Go dig a g*dd*mn hole. Go on.

(cow moaning)

(bellowing)

(Moses whispering)

(cow bellowing)

(sighing)

(sighing)

You leave that youngster

alone now, Hollis.

(distant noise)

(electronic beeping)

Shouldn't you be

into the school?

- It's dinnertime.

(Moses groaning)

- You put in a fire.

- It was cold in here.

You looked cold.

I got you some clean clothes

from upstairs.

Tell me the story

about the coat.

- What coat?

- The one you and Hollis wore.

You had to go out

and check the nets.

- Mm. I don't know

if I remembers much about it.

- In the morning, before school.

Hollis says you tell it best.

(muttering)

- Well...

We was up before the light,

just the two of us.

Puttin' a bit of fire

in the stove.

The house cold as stone.

Still dark

when we walked to the stage

and climbed down into the punt.

- You only had one coat.

- Yeah.

It was an hour's haul

out to the herring net,

and we only the one decent coat

between us;

that was father's old jacket.

Neither one of us was big enough

to fill her on our own,

so we'd sit side by side...

...with one arm each

in the sleeves.

- Why'd you have to share

a coat?

- It was hard times

after Father died and...

...just me and Hollis

to look after the fish.

Hollis wouldn't as old as you

back then.

- You was with Hollis

when he drowned.

- That's enough of that now.

- But Hollis says--

- I heard enough

of what your imaginary friend

says about it all.

- He's not imaginary.

- Well, I'm not talking to him

either way.

(beeping)

Well.

(indistinct chatter)

(background chatter)

- How you holdin' up?

- I wasted half my life trying

to get her off the smokes.

(chuckling)

And the other half...

trying to get her out the door

of this f*cking house.

(sighing)

You need a drink?

- Nah.

- Mom's last pack.

Thought I'd finish 'em off

for her.

Come out with me.

- Oh...

(sighing)

- You know,

Mom always talked about ya.

When she called. Ahem.

She always had a bit of news

about ya.

(Moses chuckling)

- A body gotta scrounge for news

around here.

(woman chuckling)

- I always thought

Mom was sweet on ya.

(Moses scoffing)

(woman chuckling)

She told me...

...ages ago,

before I went to university.

She said...

she always had it in her head

that you and her

were gonna get married.

- She was having you on.

- No.

No, she wasn't.

(chuckling)

Ahem. She was, um...

...talking about before lights

come to the island.

The crowd of you would all be...

...knocking around together,

looking for trouble.

Grassing out in the meadow

behind the church.

- Ah, we was just youngsters

messing about.

Didn't know the first thing.

- Bustin' for a pee.

- Go on, girl.

I'll wait for ya.

- Can't face that crowd

in there.

Watch out for me, will ya?

Must be hard for you, Moses.

(grunting)

Being in the king's seat on

all this resettlement business.

Can't imagine a lonelier spot.

- I never minded being alone.

- You know what Mom used to say

about ya?

She'd say...

"That... is a good man

goin' to waste, that is."

A sin you never had

youngsters...

...of your own.

'Cause of the accident, is it?

Up in Toronto.

(chuckling)

Plenty of women

would've had you.

Don't think I don't know.

Even if you couldn't.

Or you wouldn't able.

- Sandra.

- You ever been with a woman,

Moses?

- Your poor mother

is just put in the ground.

(Sandra scoffing)

- Don't mind me.

(chuckling)

Sure I'm half-cut.

(laughing)

- You really should go back

inside.

(clinking)

Mm. That was a nice surprise.

(Pilgrim): Yeah.

Fridge is blocked

with leftovers.

We'll never eat it all.

- Yeah.

Hayward and Sandra get off?

- Caught the ferry this morning.

(phone ringing)

Clara says Hayward only had

the one suitcase with him.

(Moses mumbling)

Left the house

and everything in it.

Nailed the door shut

on his way out.

(phone ringing)

(ringing)

You gonna answer that?

- No one I wants to speak to,

I'm guessin'.

(ringing)

- Well, I-I'd say that's Clara

calling us down to our dinner.

- Sure you just ate half a cake.

(ringing)

(beep)

- Hello.

Uh... no, no.

Uh, y-yes, hang on. Um...

Uh, no, sir.

No, no, he's right here.

That's the one

from the government,

the fellow was out here

for the last--

- Tell him I'm not here.

- I just said you was.

- Say you made a mistake.

You're blind, for chrissakes.

- Answer the g*dd*mn phone,

Moses.

(stammering)

- Jesus.

(sighing)

Yes.

- Mr. Sweetland.

- This is he.

- I hope you're keeping well.

(chuckling)

- I imagine

you wishes I was dead,

like everyone else around here.

- Mr. Sweetland,

I've heard the news

about Queenie Coffin.

I just wanted to say

that I'm sorry for your loss.

- Oh,

so this is a sympathy call,

is it?

- I've also been in touch

with Mr. Loveless,

and he has committed to signing

on to the package.

You're aware of this,

I presume.

- News to me.

- I thought I should check in

with you to see

if there have been

any developments since

I checked in with you last.

- Mm.

- Mr. Sweetland--

- I appreciate your concern.

Thank you for calling.

That was Clara, was it,

calling you down to your dinner?

- Now, Moses--

- They sent you up here

to make sure he got through.

Is that it?

Blind leading the blind.

You're a gutless wonder,

you are.

- Jesus Christ, Mose,

you got to stop being

so bullheaded--

- Why?! Tell me why it is

I gotta stop?!

- How much longer

is it you expects to be around,

Moses?

You're an old man.

We're all old men!

What's Jesse gonna have here

once we goes?

Clara's got a chance to go

somewhere with a bit of money

to see the boy looked after.

And you're gonna f*ck it up!

(barking)

(grunting)

(barking)

(barking)

(barking)

- f*ck.

(distant shouting)

(people whooping)

(laughter)

(singsong): Moses!

- Moses!

- Moses!

(whooping)

(laughter)

(indistinct chatter)

(woman): Moses! Moses!

(man): What do you know, Moses?!

(woman): Mose, your stage.

- Where's Jesse?

- He's up at the house with Dad.

We got to get a hose on that.

- She's gone.

- No, we might--

- Stop it.

Not a g*dd*mn thing to be done.

She's gone.

(children laughing)

(man chanting): Moses!

Come out and play, Moses!

- I suppose they're all happy

as pigs in sh*t down there now.

- There's only one thing

gonna make them happy about you.

- Yeah.

Any money on who did it?

- Could've been half a dozen

different people.

- Mm. Wouldn't you, was it?

- Don't think I wasn't tempted.

- Hmm.

- People are always asking me

why you're so set

on screwing 'em over.

I keeps telling 'em

it's 'cause you're pigheaded.

You likes being the one knot

can't be untied.

But truth be told,

I think you're scared.

Scared to let go of the place.

Afraid none of it

meant anything.

Do you remember what you told me

after Mom died?

- It was a long time ago.

- You said as long

as we remembers her,

she's still here with us.

And that might be true.

But my mother is not coming back

in that door.

You cuts the grass

up at the cemetery,

you paints the fence,

keeps the headstones upright.

It's the... prettiest spot

in the cove.

But that isn't life up there,

Moses.

It wouldn't be the end

of the world, would it?

To live somewhere else?

- Why'd you move home here,

Clara,

if you hates the place so much?

- Because I wanted you around

for Jesse.

The way you was for me.

Why do you think I used to

carry him up to see you

at the lighthouse every Sunday

after I moved back?

- I figured you just wanted

to skip out on church.

- Shut up, would ya?

(chuckling)

Ah, just shut up. Jesus.

You remembers how I used to

light your cigarettes for ya

when I was a girl?

- Hmm.

(Clara sighing)

- I used to sit out in the yard

and watch you chop wood

and yammer on about one thing

or other.

- You could talk.

I remember that much

well enough.

- You never treated me

like a nuisance is what I mean.

- Uh-huh.

How is he?

- He said he saw a light on

in Queenie's window

the other day.

- Ah.

- We told him the electricity

had been shut off, but...

it didn't sway him.

I set two chairs outside

and we sat staring at it

till it was time for bed.

But he still insists he saw it.

I found a specialist

that I wanna set him up with

this summer.

She says the more structure

we can give him, the better.

For the life of me, Moses...

...I can't understand

why you wants to deny him that.

- The food fishery opens

the weekend...

I could take Jesse out

after a few cod.

If they don't burn my boat

before then.

- He thinks a lot

of your opinion.

(scoffing)

- Hmm.

(chuckling)

(gulls squawking)

- You gonna bring me back

a fish?

- Yep.

- Maybe two or three?

(laughter)

Make sure he keeps

his lifejacket on.

- Have you got a lifejacket

for Hollis?

- Hollis is staying home

with me.

- Hollis can come if he wants.

But I got neither lifejacket

for him.

Now come on.

- This is where it happened.

- Where what happened?

- Where Hollis died.

- I suppose it was Hollis

told you that, was it?

- Poppy told me.

- And what else

did Poppy tell you?

- He says you was the only one

was there,

so it's only you

can tell the story.

- What about your buddy, Hollis?

He was there, wouldn't he?

- He says you can tell the story

when you're ready.

- It was October month.

We were out trawlin'.

Baited the trawl with squid

and let it fish on the bottom

awhile.

When Hollis started bringing in

the trawl, I was at the motor,

just...

...keeping her steady ahead.

I suppose you never even seen

a trawl like that, have ya?

Hollis was standing up

by the trawl,

and there was one fish,

a big one.

Come off the hook

right at the surface,

so I shoved the engine in

reverse to bring us back a ways

so's Hollis could reach it.

Hollis fell across the hooks

is what happened.

He wouldn't expecting me

to shift into reverse and he...

...lost his balance.

Hooks caught up in his clothes

and dragged him into the water.

And I panicked, I suppose. I...

I cut the trawl line.

Worst thing I could've done.

- He's not mad at you.

- He said that, did he?

- He wanted me to tell you.

- Well, then.

(phone ringing)

(ringing)

- Hello?

- Yes.

It's Sweetland calling.

- Moses Sweetland?

- This is he.

(gulls squawking)

(indistinct chatter)

(laughter)

- You're not coming

to the meeting?

- I signed the papers.

I'm not gonna sit there

and listen

to that government f*ck gloat.

- What did Jesse say

when you told him you signed on?

- It was Clara told him.

Can't face him just yet.

(saw buzzing)

(bell clanging)

(woman): Moses!!!

Moses!!!

(people shouting)

- Mose!

Mose!

He gone missing.

We can't find him.

- Who?

- Jesse. He run off somewhere.

There's no one can find him.

(people calling Jesse's name)

Mose! Mose!

- Jesse?

(woman): Jesse!

- Jesse?

Jesse!

Jesse!

Jesse!

- Jesse!

- Jesse!!!

(bell clanging)

- Jesse!

(bell clanging)

Jess!

Jesse!

(Pilgrim): There's no sense

traipsing around out there

in the dark.

Someone's gonna get themselves

k*lled at that.

- Can't sit around here

with our fingers up our arse.

- We get a bonfire

going up on the mash,

out at the keeper's house,

over on the cliffs.

- Not the cliffs.

He could walk right off trying

to make his way to the fire.

- Alright, we'll get a fire

somewhere on the trail,

half a mile or so shy

of the cliffs.

- We should make sure

all the lights are on here,

help him find his way down

if he's lookings.

- He won't see the lights

in the cove

till he gets to The King's Seat.

If he's on the mash,

won't help a damn.

Does that PA in the steeple work

at all?

- Hasn't been used in 20 years.

- Be worth checking.

You could hear that racket

halfways to Little Sweetland.

Might lead him in.

- Alright.

I'll see what I can do with it.

(music playing)

(indistinct chatter)

(gulls squawking)

(music playing)

- Could be he's home and dry

by now.

(Moses grunting)

- Turned off that friggin' music

for long ago if he was home.

(groaning)

(Duke): Moses! Moses!

- What?!

What is it?!

- Just have a look down here!

Just look. Over there.

- Where?

Where are you lookin'?

What?

- Just there. Look. Have a look.

Over there. What's that?

- Oh, my god. Oh, f*ck.

- Might not even be

the youngster, Moses.

- Oh, Jesse. Oh, god.

I got a length of line

in the bag!

- Oh, for f*ck sake,

you can't climb down there!

Mose! Moses!

- Oh, god. Oh, god.

Ah, jeez.

Oh, no.

(dramatic music)

(exclaiming)

(dour music)

(music fading)

- Morning, Moses.

- What's this, now?

- I thought you might like

to have something of his.

He'd like to know

it was you had it.

(distant barking)

Haven't seen much of you

the last few weeks.

- I been busy.

- Found a place for Dad...

into St. John's.

- What kind of place?

- Assisted living, it's called.

- Hmm.

What, some stranger comes in

to wipe your a*s, is it?

- Don't.

(Moses grunting)

- Ah, just don't.

- Ah, don't mind me.

- I never did thank you.

For bringing...

(sniffling)

For bringing him home.

- I never should've signed on

to the package.

- You can't blame yourself

for this, Moses.

- Why can't I?

- It won't help...

is what I mean.

- Mm.

I'm not looking for help.

(gulls squawking)

(ship's horn blowing)

(music playing)

- You're off, then.

- Yeah. Ferry's due in at 3:00.

- Let's see what you got.

- What are you talking about

now?

- Last chance

at a paying customer.

(Duke chuckling)

- You don't want this hand

at your head with scissors,

Moses.

- Use the clippers.

- For chrissake.

- Come on.

I wants it nice and tight

at the back and sides.

- Have you started packing up

the house yet?

- I'm in no rush.

- Well, last ferry out of here

is leaving next week.

- I knows

the f*ck' ferry schedule.

(music playing)

- Where's it you're heading now?

- Thought I might go poach

a few cod.

- What you got in the bag?

- Mind your own

g*dd*mn business.

- How long you going for?

(motor starting)

(Loveless): Mose.

Mose?

(chuckling)

- Jesus f*ck.

(banging)

(grunting)

(sloshing)

(gulls squawking)

(soft music)

(groaning)

f*ck' Loveless.

(sighing)

Now, then.

Who's got it better than this?

(clicking)

(splashing)

Hey!

Hey!!!

(sighing)

(bell tolling)

(bell tolling)

(sound fading)

(jangling)

(sniffling)

(creaking)

(panting)

Mm...

(thumping)

(grunting)

(engine stalling)

(gulls squawking)

(door slamming open)

(grunting)

Duke Fewer, you lousy f*ck!

(grunting)

(thunder)

(thunder)

(thunder rumbling)

(thunder crashing)

(groaning)

(exclaiming)

(groaning)

(crying out)

(panting lightly)

(knocking)

(woman): Hello, the house!

Jesus loves the little children.

(man): I knew it.

I f*ck knew it.

- What have you got done

to yourself?

- Had a little spell

of hard luck.

- Come on,

help me get him onto the chair.

Go on.

Come on. Come on.

What is it?

- You crowd is real, is ya?

- Real as you are.

- Huh.

- I could k*ll you, you know.

Making everyone think

you was drowned like that.

- What in the name of Jesus

were you doing here, Moses?

You lost your mind altogether,

did ya?

- Did he mean to do it?

(Clara): Who?

- Jesse.

- I don't think

he had it in him.

- Oh...

That youngster was all nerve.

- I don't think the idea

would've occurred to him

is what I mean.

It wouldn't in his nature.

- An accident.

- The fog came in

over the headlands

before he ran up there.

He missed the cairns

on the path, he fell.

More than likely.

- Do you ever...

Do you ever see him, like?

- What do you mean?

You've seen him?

- I don't know.

I don't know.

Might be I have.

Or Hollis.

Maybe. I don't know.

- Mom used to talk to me

about Hollis, you know.

That story where he fell

across the trawl line

and you cut it loose.

She didn't believe a word of it.

She used to say that Hollis

was a bit...

...touched.

Like Jesse.

- Mm-hmm.

- He was acting really strange

that morning, she says.

Before you went out.

He was... happy almost.

Gave her a hug,

told her how much he loved her.

Did the same with Nan.

She thinks

he was saying goodbye.

And that you made up some story

about a fish

to spare them the truth.

You should try to sleep.

- Don't go.

- You haven't turned into a sook

out here, have you?

(laughing)

- Might be.

- You go on up.

(chuckling)

- Moses f*ck' Sweetland.

(chuckling)

- Come on now. Come on.

Let's get you up now. Come on.