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(Birdsong)

(Sheep bleating)

That's it.

Good girl.

Good boy.

My dear Lukka. Eat some more.

(Bleating)

(Bleats)

(Bleating)

(Munching)

Yes. Come along.

(Whispering)

(Bleating)

Hello, there.

(Whispers) That's it.

There you go.

You'll do just fine.

(Low conversation)

(Sheep bleating)

(Sighs)

- (Grunts) - (Sheep bleats)

Leg.

18.

(Sighs)

Rump.

Eight.

Back.

Nine.

In this nation, none has played a larger role

in our survival through ice and fire.

Resistant and tough, whatever happens,

mankind's saviour and friend for a thousand years,

all year round, in joy and disharmony,

sheep are woven into our farmers' work and being.

Bright was the outlook when our sheep felt fine.

Black were the nights when the flock was in decline.

Now it's time to award the prizes for the three best,

and Katrin the vet is going to do that.

Third prize goes to Finnur Gudjonsson and his ram Heysi.

Heysi comes from Kveikur and Goa from Svínafell.

He got 84 points.

Second place goes to Gudmundur Bodvarsson

with his ram Garpur.

Garpur is from the famous Bolstadur breed, from Godi and Birta.

He got 86 points.

I must point out that it was a very close call

between the two top rams.

The result was determined by the thickness of the back muscle.

(Murmuring)

The rams are both from the same renowned stock,

and this year's winner is...

Kristinn Bodvarsson and his ram Sproti.

(Laughter and cheering)

Sproti comes from Loki and Sturla from Bolstad.

He got 86.5 points.

- Congratulations, my dear Kiddi. - Yes. Thank you so much.

- Congratulations! - Congratulations, dear Gummi.

Well done.

- A toast to the Bolstadar brothers! - Yes.

No, thank you.

It was really close, Gummi. Just a difference in one bit of muscle.

- You'll take it next year, Gummi. - Yes, you will.

(Laughter)

Good luck with everything.

(♪ Singing)

Come here.

Let me see your back muscle.

- What? Something wrong? - (Snorts)

Good.

Good boy. Come along.

(Scrubbing)

Easy, now. Calm down.

(Snorting)

Calm down, Garpur.

(Clock ticking)

(Vehicle approaching)

(Engine idling)

(Engine turns off)

You did well, my dear Sproti. (Laughs)

(Kisses) Mwah!

That's it. That's my boy. Let me see you.

(Snorting)

- Hello. - Hello, Gudmundur.

- Hello, Gummi. - Hello, dear Hildur.

- How are you? - All good.

- Can I have a word with you? - Yes, yes.

I'm going to have a word with Gummi.

Is something wrong?

I'm afraid something is wrong with Kiddi's sheep.

Oh? What could it be?

I'm afraid it might be scrapie.

- Scrapie? - (Cow mooing)

It could hardly be...

- That ram of his, the one that won. - Yes.

I examined him yesterday.

He has all the symptoms.

My dear Gummi, don't you think Katrin would have noticed

if the prize ram had scrapie?

(Mooing)

Do you want me to talk to Kiddi?

- Get someone to examine the ram? - Would you do that?

Mm. You haven't spoken to each other in 40 years.

Why begin now?

If it turns out to be scrapie, wouldn't it be likely

that both of our herds would have to be slaughtered?

I don't believe it's scrapie.

We've never had any cases of scrapie.

How could it have been brought here?

Aren't you just still recovering from the ram competition?

(Clipping)

(Man speaking on radio)

(Man) Take that, you bastard!

You won't get away with this! Fucking ram murderer!

He doesn't have fucking scrapie.

You're just making it up.

You're just a sore loser!

Gummi?

Gummi, can you hear me?

(Gunshot shatters glass)

(Gasps)

(Tapping)

What happened?

Aah... There was a shooting practice yesterday.

I heard that Kiddi's ram was taken for examination?

Do you think he could have scrapie?

You'll have to ask him about that.

I just spoke to him.

He said it's all coming from you.

Yes? He said that, did he?

I'm no expert on scrapie, Grímur.

But when I examined the ram yesterday,

that was the first thing that came to mind.

Damn it.

If we have scrapie in the valley, we're in deep shit.

You lot over on the east side have no need to worry

if scrapie shows up here.

We borrowed him this winter.

The creature sired half our lambs.

Invoice Two windows

(Barks)

To Kiddi.

Oh.

What's up, my friend? (Chuckles)

What do you have there?

(Sighs)

(Scoffs)

(Knocking at door)

Hi, Gudmundur.

I have bad news.

Your brother's sheep are infected with scrapie.

We are investigating the nearest farms.

May we look in your sheep shed?

Yes.

(Bleating)

(Man on radio) A case of scrapie has been found

on the Bolstad farm in Bardardalur.

This is the first occurrence of the disease in this valley.

According to Katrin Nielsen, the district vet,

the scrapie was diagnosed in an adult ram,

and tests are being carried out to determine

whether it's present on neighbouring farms.

No decision has been made concerning a slaughter.

It is believed that scrapie came to Iceland

with British sheep at the end of the 19th century,

and has not yet been entirely eliminated here.

It is an infectious disease that attacks the brains and spinal cords of sheep,

and is incurable.

(Man) Dear friends.

Results of the tests just arrived.

Scrapie was found on two other farms,

at Haugi and Seljatunga.

(Gasping)

It has therefore been decided

that all the sheep in the valley must be slaughtered.

(Murmuring)

(Second man) Is this the final decision?

(First man) They say that there's been enough contact between them,

and in order to eliminate the disease,

they've got to take the entire valley.

Why not just take us, too?

Finish the job!

(Sighs) We need to trust the vets.

Huh. They don't know anything.

University educated fools from down south.

- What would you do, Kiddi? - I want us to put a stop to this nonsense!

- How are we supposed to do that? - We just refuse to slaughter our sheep.

How do you think it will be to live here with no sheep?

- Have you thought about that? - It's just for two years.

And then what?

Import some hormone-sheep from the Westfjords?

I agree with Kiddi. We can't just say yes and amen to these veterinarians.

They're not holy.

I trust Katrin to make the right decision in this matter.

As I see it, it's a question of whether we want to cut down now,

or to have the scrapie hanging over us in the coming years.

Just do what you want, Finnur. I'll have nothing to do with it.

It's very important now that we stand together.

This is a great shock to all of us,

and it's understandable that people are wounded.

But the decision has been taken,

and it will not be changed.

LINE OF DEFENCE Sheep diseases - contagious!

(♪ Classical song on radio)

(Phone rings)

Yes, Gudmundur.

Yes. Yes, hello, Katrin.

Yes.

Yes, that's true.

Yes, that's life.

Mm.

Yes... No, I want to bury them here.

They were raised here, and I want them to rest here.

Yes. No. I'm certain about that.

Mm-hm. Ah.

Yes. Yes, goodbye.

- Hup, hup, hup! - (Bleating)

Hup, hup, hup! Hup, hup, hup, hup!

Hup!

Hup, hup! Hup!

Hup! Hup!

(Whimpering)

(Murmuring)

(Sniffling)

(Whispering) Oh!

My dear girl.

Oh!

My dear.

(Gunshot)

(Sobbing)

(Thumping)

Let me go, you bastards!

Leave my sheep alone!

Why did you do this, Gummi?

I wanted to kill my sheep myself.

- Is this all of them? - Yes.

147 sheep.

Very well. Clean this up.

You've got to follow the rules, Gummi.

You shouldn't have slaughtered them yourself.

If we're to eradicate this disease, you've got to follow the rules.

We pay for every sheep that's slaughtered,

and you're also paid so-called "product loss compensation",

according to average production for the past three years.

Payments are distributed over a two-year period,

then you can apply to acquire new sheep.

The vets will assist you in cleaning out your buildings.

Any questions?

No. I don't think so.

Have you thought about the future?

Will you keep on farming?

Where do I sign?

There, at the bottom.

- Yes. - Thank you.

Listen...

Do you think you can help me get in touch with Kristinn?

He lives next door.

Yes, I know. But he hasn't wanted to talk to us.

Could you talk to him?

You're brothers, right?

Kiddi and I don't speak to each other.

You need to clean everything.

The shit, the hay, everything on the floor.

- Also the wood. - And the pens?

Yes, those also. All wood.

This pitchfork here. Everything that you've used in here.

Tools, clothing, everything.

You need to destroy all of it. It's best to burn it.

You also need to clean out the barn and destroy all the hay.

And absolutely don't sell it.

Scrapie can be transmitted by hay mites.

- Do I need to destroy all the hay? - Yes.

(Yelling)

Well, Gummi?

What do you say now?

(Yells)

Do you know what you've done?

You've wiped out the Bolstadar stock.

This is going to be a hell of a winter!

No sheep. Just the two of us.

That's what you wanted!

Isn't that what you wanted?

(Yelling)

(Gasping)

(Spits)

(Water running)

(Bleating)

That's my girls.

Here you go.

(Murmuring)

Here you go, Garpur. That's my man.

(Chuckles)

Good boy.

Have some.

(Whispering)

(♪ Classical song on radio)

(Sighs)

(Dog barking)

(Man) Damn it.

(Dog yelps)

Go away. Go!

(Muttering)

(Sighs)

(♪ Man singing outside)

(Vehicle approaching)

- Hi, there. - Hi.

- Where did you get it? - It's from Bogi, in the next valley.

He has more if you need it.

Got some coffee?

No, I don't have any coffee.

Nothing stronger?

No, I'm sorry, Grímur. I have nothing to offer.

- Did you clean already? - Yes.

It's fucking boring.

- Has Kiddi started? - No.

(♪ Cheerful music)

(♪ Humming along)

(♪ Man singing in Icelandic)

Aaah.

Well, Garpur.

It's your big moment.

Yes. Well done.

That's the spirit.

Yes, go on, handsome.

Yeah.

Yeah, yeah! You can do it!

- Yeah. - (Knock at door)

- (Man) Help! - (Banging at door)

- Help! - (Engine idling)

You have to help me. I think he's dying.

Help me!

(Grunting)

(Water running)

Pull there.

That's it.

- Got it? - I got it.

- The sweater as well? - Yes.

That's it.

(Gasping)

(Sighs heavily)

(Man speaking on radio)

I came close to driving right past him.

He was lying in a ditch just down there.

- Is this man from here? - Yes.

Has this happened before?

Yes, but it's been a while.

He probably would have frozen to death if I hadn't found him.

Thanks.

- Do you live together? - No, he lives next door.

We are brothers.

OK. Have you been living here long?

I was born and raised here, grew up where Kiddi lives now.

- His name is Kiddi? - Yes.

And what, no women?

Hm.

No. There aren't many around.

- You haven't had housekeepers? - No. Not me, at least.

Kiddi had some. They all ran away from him.

(Laughs)

I'm working for the Veterinary Authority. Disinfecting sheep sheds.

- Weren't your sheep slaughtered? - Yes.

Must have been hard.

(Sighs)

Yes.

Ahem.

(Clattering)

What was that?

That... Just my cats playing around.

- OK. Do you have many cats? - Yes, lots. Merry Christmas, my friend.

Merry Christmas.

- My greetings to your brother. - I'll pass that on.

Yes. Well, goodbye.

(Snoring)

(♪ In Dulci Jubilo playing)

(Clattering)

(Snoring)

(Sighs)

(Door closes)

(Sighs)

(Man) What do you say? Have you finished cleaning?

- Yes. - (Second man) Yes.

How about you?

No. We decided to quit.

We're going bankrupt anyway.

So we're just going to take the opportunity and leave.

- Where will you go? - We haven't decided.

We can't see living here two more years

with no sheep and a pile of loans.

Nor is it certain the scrapie is going anywhere.

It doesn't need to come up again, Villi.

Have you talked to the farmers in Svarfaðardalur?

They've had to slaughter their sheep three times!

We're still thinking things over.

The kids have moved out,

and when the sheep are gone, there won't be much left for us here.

Just to tell it like it is.

(Villi) Hm.

(Wind whistling)

(Knocking at door)

(Woman talking)

It takes an effort to come here at this time of the year.

Yes, you could say that.

Yes... Ahem.

It's this matter with your brother.

As you know, he hasn't been very cooperative.

It's starting to cause us considerable concern.

He's the only one who hasn't cleaned.

Unfortunately, we can't bring in new sheep

until all sheep sheds have been disinfected.

There is more to it.

I checked the papers.

Kristinn doesn't own his land?

It's all in your name.

- Yes. - What's the reason?

My father didn't want Kiddi to take over.

I promised my mother before she died

that Kiddi would get to stay at the old farm.

You know what that means?

You're responsible for your brother.

He lives on your land,

and if he doesn't follow the rules, it's you that...

That what?

If it comes to a legal fight, you'll be the one that's sued.

It would be best if you two could settle things.

(Sighs)

(Barks)

To Kiddi.

So, so, so.

(Kiddi) Gummi!

Gummi, are you there, you bastard?

Gummi, what's this bullshit you've been writing?

Who the fuck do you think you are?

Do you think you're my boss?

It's not up to you to tell me what to do!

I'll just do what suits me best.

(Mutters) Shut the fuck up, you fucking wanker.

(Kiddi groaning)

(Whining)

Are you hungry, my friend?

(Murmuring)

Here you go.

(Man) Thank you, and take care.

Damn it!

(Door opening)

Ah.

Here we go.

(Sheep munching)

I know what you have in the basement.

(Clattering)

Somi. Somi, my friend.

What have you got there?

(Whines)

Thanks for the loan.

Gummi.

How many are there?

Is there a ram?

What does it matter to you?

Well, these are the only sheep left of the Bolstadur stock.

- It matters to me. - Fucking bullshit.

Those are my sheep. Don't you dare come near them!

Yes, yes. Fantastic!

Let me see.

Yes, yes, yes.

We'll get two lambs here. Yes, yes.

Let me see. Yes, yes.

Yes, yes, yes. This is good.

Well, my dear Garpur.

It's over for now.

Fantastic!

100 per cent successful performance.

(Knocks at door)

(Sighs)

Can I use your bathroom?

Yes, yes, go ahead.

(Door closes)

(Thumping)

(Bleating)

Shit!

(Bleating)

(Door opens)

Thanks.

Let's go. On your feet!

(Bleating)

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey, hey! Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey, hey!

Hey, hey!

Kiddi. You have to help me.

They're coming.

Let's take them inside.

Go, go.

Shoo, shoo. Go!

- Get in, get in! - Go, go.

In!

(Vehicle approaching)

(Sighs)

(Gasping)

- There are no sheep here. - They were here just before.

I don't believe this, Gummi!

What are you thinking?

Where are the sheep?

Gummi.

Where are the sheep?

- Unbelievable! We have to look. - Hm.

- We have to look for them. - They were here before.

Maybe they're up on the mountain?

Shouldn't we call for help?

Yes. I guess.

Station, Beggi here.

We can't find them. Let's get some assistance.

(Bleating)

Beggi here. I found the sheep.

Just right outside.

(Whispers)

Help me.

(Grunting)

- What should we do with the sheep? - We take them to the mountains.

- Mountains? - Yes. Hvannalindir.

- It's way up on the highland! - If we manage, they'll survive the winter.

Come on. Let's hurry.

- Hey! - Hup!

Hey!

- Hey, hey, hey! - Hey, hey!

Hey! Hey!

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

- (Wind whistling) - Hey!

Hey! Go!

Go on, go on!

This doesn't look good.

(Bleating)

We have to carry on.

Hey, hey!

Damn it!

Where are the sheep?

Gummi!

Garpur!

(Calling)

Garpur!

(Calling)

Garpur!

Oh!

Gummi! Gummi...

Gummi!

Gummi! Gummi! Gummi!

Gummi!

Gummi.

Gummi, can you hear me?

(Gasping)

(Grunting)

(Gasping)

Ssh.

(Shivering)

(Sobbing)

(Whispers) it's going to be just fine, my dear Gummi.