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GRUNTING

~ Who was that? ~ I didn't see. ~ Was he naked? ~ Yeah.

THEY LAUGH

You're lovely.

Ah!

LAUGHING

~ Come on! ~ Nice one, jim-jams.

LAUGHTER

COUGHING

~ Are you OK? ~ That was mental! ~ Oh, mate.

That was fucking mental!

James, one question... Why the penis?

Well, shouldn't we all... You told me it would be better without clothes.

Mate, you're going to be finding grain up your arse for about six months.

THEY LAUGH Shit us a flapjack! And you can go back in...

THEY TALK OVER ONE ANOTHER

Should we get Annie?

~ Yeah! ~ Come here!

THEY LAUGH

No! No! What's that?!

You won't see a thing!

Ah!

~ Right, Cal, you're next. ~ Yes!

~ Up, up, up, up! ~ No!

All right? We made it!

~ You coming out later? ~ Later? ~ Yeah.

Don't be a lightweight, Tina. We've got things to do.

I can feel it. The wolves are howling.

You're fucking mental.

~ Who's coming? ~ I asked you first, of course.

The others should be up for it. I'll try and persuade the naked boy but he won't.

~ I told you not to look down! ~ Everyone looks down. ~ I don't. I never have.

~ That's actually true, isn't it? ~ Yeah.

~ Tina, you know how I love you? ~ Don't push me, Cal!

~ You know how I'm practically your brother? ~ No!

~ I'm doing this for you as well as me. ~ Ah!

Whoo! Ha-ha!

~ Oh! ~ Fuck!

I looked down.

Huh!

ALARM BEEPS

HE GRUNTS

MUSIC: Hate Me Soon by Yellow Ostrich

BABY CRIES

Coming.

GRUNTING

When did you get in last night?

When I discovered my ever-friendly dad locked me out.

You going back to sleep?

Ah, Tina, honestly, not a good idea.

HE COUGHS

SHE LAUGHS

~ ALARM BEEPS ~ Oh, shit!

Ow!

Ow!

Oh!

~ ENGINE STRUGGLES ~ Come on!

SHE LAUGHS

~ Some people would pay money for that sort of wake-up. ~ Yeah?

What they been rubbing Black down with, a scouring brush?

You'd have known if you were here. You're both late.

To be fair, Eli wasn't late, he was sleeping on the job.

Eli, you're on Crowley James, Tina, you're taking Black out.

Uh! Ah!

Oh!

You are aware that there hasn't been a bus

running through this town in six years?

I'm optimistic things might change.

Fancy some breakfast?

I've got an Irn-Bru, family-sized pack of Mars bars.

~ The breakfast of champions. ~ You'll die young.

~ The drugs will take me before the diet does. ~ True.

~ You going home or coming out? ~ Going home. ~ Did you sleep?

I either slept and dreamt of a man with a rat face

and red balloons was following me, or a man with a rat face

and red balloons was actually following me.

~ Red balloons? ~ They popped one by one. ~ Right.

~ I was probably dreaming. ~ Yeah.

What happened to you?

I'm not entirely sure. Definitely involved less balloons, though.

SHE LAUGHS

OK, I have sleep to catch up on and you have no job to go to.

Ha-ha, it's not nice taking the mickey out of people who don't work.

~ It was a good night. ~ It ranks with the best.

COW LOWS IN DISTRESS

Can you hold her steady so I can get my hand in?

I can just about get hold of the calf.

~ She's in breech. ~ You're a vet, you can... ~ What's going on?

~ It's under control, Mum. ~ Why didn't you call me?

I called Janine. The earlies are my shift. We were saving it.

~ I think there's a rupture. ~ How did we miss this?!

I don't know. I'm sorry.

Janine didn't miss it. I did. I slept in.

I didn't call her till too late. It's not her, it's me.

Those bales on the east field got rained on last night.

Get them inside before they rot.

~ She's bleeding out. ~ Please, just do what you can.

Ow!

Cal, it's me. I'm with your less fun, moody older brother.

Where you at? And where did you end up last night? We lost you.

Call me back when you get this.

You're not talking, your brother's not answering,

pretty boring morning all round.

Yeah, well, I'm not Cal, am I? He does his thing, I do mine.

~ LAUGHTER She's fidgety. ~ She's a proper racehorse. She wants to go.

Jealous of my ride, Eli?

~ Ain't yours. Dom won't let you race her. ~ No?

Not till you're contract anyway.

~ Shall we let them go a bit? ~ No.

Tina! Tina! Wait!

~ She's not ready! ~ You mean YOU'RE not!

Sorry!

Hey!

Come on, Eli!

Tina, you'll hurt the horse!

SHE LAUGHS Go on!

Tina! Tina!

Yeah!

What do you think you're playing at?

You can dismount any time you like.

I just wanted to see him go a bit.

The trouble is you ride him like a motorbike, not a horse.

I ride him how he wants to be ridden.

Get off my million-pound racehorse, Tina.

SHE SIGHS

You're going to learn to be nicer to people, Dominic.

You're going to learn to keep your tail in.

SHE LAUGHS

MUSIC PLAYS THROUGH HEADPHONES

THUD

HE TURNS OFF THE ENGINE

Tintin.

Tintin?

Tintin?

~ You OK? ~ Not OK. What was in that thing?

Some sort of industrial agricultural effluent cleaner-type thing.

A nattily-dressed Irishman recommended it to me.

My eyebrows itch.

They're also quite floaty.

It wasn't good?

It wasn't good.

Better?

My head is throbbing.

I think I'm having a heart attack.

~ Or an asthma attack. ~ Oh, definitely an attack then?

You are a bad man, you are!

I am a bad man

and I regret nothing.

Did you get any post?

~ Supposed to be getting your uni offers through? ~ Yes.

Yep, in fact I've done better than that. Got an offer.

Accepted a place.

English as a foreign language at Westminster University. Serious.

English as a foreign language?

~ Yes... ~ Your mum is going to kill you.

You're in it, the future.

MY future.

The cosmos smiles on you, Tintin.

Yeah, if you and your drugs don't kill me first.

~ Again. ~ No, not again, you bad man!

I need this one off the books, OK?

~ OK. ~ 40 do it?

~ I can't afford vet's bills for a dead animal. ~ 40's fine.

~ At least we saved the calf. ~ If it lives through the night,

I'll call out the hunt man to get rid of it.

~ Sam can use the meat for the hounds. ~ It wasn't James' fault.

It could have happened even if he checked.

But he didn't check, did he?

His father never overslept a day in his life

and now I've lost a good milker.

Jackie...

~ How bad is it? ~ Oh, don't worry, I have plans.

Leave the clean-up to James if he ever shows up.

Can I take your names, please?

~ Ruth Rosen. ~ Ian Salter, sergeant.

OK, thank you very much.

Isn't that James Warwick? Don't you know him?

I used to.

~ Have we got a name for the body yet? ~ No.

Caleb Bray.

That's Cal?

Yeah. You're needed down at the travellers' site.

~ You're dripping water on Annie's vinyl. ~ Yeah.

~ So don't. She'll kill you. ~ Oh, God, Annie'll kill me.

Mum'll kill me. Everyone's just going to kill me, yeah?

You're going to work out what to do with your life eventually, you know.

I know what I want to do. I want to dance!

Come on, Tintin. Oi!

You know what to do. Spin out and spin in.

SHE SCREAMS

Ooh!

Time for a quick handjob?

Romantic(!)

Blowjob?

Cal says you don't really give a fuck about anyone,

including me.

Well, Cal can fuck off cos it's not really his business, is it?

He's like my little brother.

I've been riding with him and Eli since I was seven.

Yeah, and you've been riding me since we were 15...

14.

..which, according to Inuit tradition, at least,

makes us family too.

I love you.

OK, I believe you.

Hey.

Five more if the wheels are still on when we get back.

I want in on this, OK? I want to get on this team. Don't let me down, OK?

~ Won't everyone be on the team? ~ No, of course not.

There'll be one or two seconded but mostly it's city boys.

~ Inspector. ~ Been a while since we dragged you down here, sir.

Yeah, just after they burnt down the church, I believe.

That was never proved.

Probationer Ruth Rosen, sir. You requested her.

Oh, yeah, of course.

~ Do you want me to start the H2H, sir? ~ Yeah, get on it.

I believe the victim's van's over there.

Please don't take my word for it.

I have no proof.

Sharon says she saw you and that gyppo boy

tearing round the Long this morning.

Eli, Mum. His name's Eli.

Yeah, well you ain't going to get a ride

behaving like that, are you?

Don't get me started on that gyppo family.

That gyppo family was there when you weren't.

You need to behave, that's all I'm saying, if you want to go contract.

I'll get a contract cos I'm the best and I am.

Sometimes, when you smile, you look just like him, you know that?

Great. I look like a man. Great.

Oh, no, he had quite a girlie face, your father.

Why I liked it. Dead soft.

Hard as nails underneath but he looked soft on top.

~ 20's all I got this week. ~ Oh, no, no, no, I don't need to take your money.

Take it.

She did say you looked good up there.

She said you flew.

Yeah, I flew.

I don't know if they told you, I'm...

~ I haven't spoken it in a long time. ~ Do your best then.

~ Sir, I just.. ~ If not, do your job.

We need the brother found. They are refusing to speak our language.

How do you speak the Romany?

Do you know where he is?

~ They just need to tell him something. ~ Tell her we need answers.

If she doesn't give us answers we'll take her...

Please...

give me a minute, sir.

But I can tell you that it's something that he'll NEED to know.

Heard a body's been found?

We just need to find him.

The Moon Horse. Try the Moon Horse.

She means Uffington.

Let's go.

I knew you when you were a baby, you know.

Yet I barely remember you at all.

Right, and again, turn, turn. Hands, hands.

One, two, three. One, two, three.

Now, come to me.

Right, follow my feet.

No, you're doing it wrong. Right, it's bing-bing-bash.

~ It's fucking what? ~ It's bing-bing-bash. My auntie taught me.

~ Right. ~ It's coming up again. Ready? ~ No.

Bing-bing-bash. Now, spin!

I can't fucking do it!

You can, just watch my fucking feet.

Northerners should not teach Southerners how to dance.

What the fuck?

The North invented dance, mate. Northern Soul. Northern Soul.

Now, follow my feet.

Annie! She can't dance. Not even a little bit.

I can't fucking bish-bash-bosh. I can dance to proper music.

~ Turn the music off. ~ What?

Turn the music off.

Are you all right, Annie? We decided to drink.

Take the pain off today by focusing it on tomorrow.

~ That's very poetic. ~ It is.

They've found a body.

What?

It's on the news, they've found a body here.

They've found a body in the fields here.

Whose?

~ They're not saying. ~ Fuck.

PHONE VIBRATES

Who is it?

It's James, why is he...?

It's Rob, innit? He's going to tell me that Rob's...

Just pick up the phone, Tina.

Hello.

Where?

Are you OK?

Thanks for letting me know.

It wasn't Rob.

MESSAGE ALERT

PHONE RINGS

What's that?

~ Porn. ~ Porn?

Yeah, pretty weird as well. It's like voyeur crap, but...

I like to watch.

Who let you up?

Your dad.

You all right, Jim-Jams, mate?

You look like the vicar's tried tickling your balls or something.

You haven't heard?

Haven't heard what?

Traditionally this is when you tell me the news I haven't heard.

Do you want me to guess? I can guess, if you want.

We'll do it like charades.

Last Christmas I was trying to do Only Fools And Horses.

I'm doing the horse one, that's all right.

Mum's got that, cos I was, like, whipping.

But Fools, like, how do you do Fools?

Cal's dead.

And I found him.

Shit.

What...what did he die of?

They don't know.

And you found him?

I thought he was a lamb. How stupid am I?

I thought I'd driven over a lamb.

And then I saw him.

For a minute I thought I'd killed him.

That he was...

But his body was so cold.

And he felt...

And he felt like rubber.

And it's like...

.. I could smell him.

Like I can smell him.

HE SOBS

Shall I skin up?

Yeah.

Ruth?

It's been a while.

Did you ride all the way here?

When I heard...erm...

I didn't know where else to come.

I figured no-one else would be here for Eli. So...

What, you thought Eli would be here?

~ Isn't he? ~ What if he was?

Is he here, Ruth?

You know, everyone was surprised when you joined the police.

I wasn't.

You just want power, right? You've always wanted power.

OK. So, what? I could do some counter thing where I say

all you care about is winning.

But, I mean, it's bollocks, isn't it?

I'm here for Eli.

You know he'll need me.

Just tell him I'm here.

Ride home, Tina.

Aaah.

What?

Tina, man. A few texts.

Five missed calls.

She must be in bits.

You know, man.

Go and find your girlfriend, Rob.

~ You could come too. ~ Nah, I'm OK.

~ Come on. ~ What are you doing? ~ What do you mean? ~ You going for a hug?

No. I'm going for a snog, mate. Tongues and everything.

See, here's the man I love. Pucker up, bitch. I'm riding you home.

Eh, Tina?

Tina-schmina, mate. Where are we going? Films? Drinks?

There's a skittles night on at the Horsham. Probably cancelled, though.

Could be fun. I've never crashed a skittles night before.

Might take your mind off things, mate. Probably cancelled, though.

Am I just saying words?

Yeah, the thing is...

Right now, I'm probably better off alone.

Yeah?

You did fine.

Yeah?

I'm fine. Don't worry so much, mate.

It doesn't suit you.

Hey. Rob... Rob doesn't give a fuck.

~ Exactly. ~ That's who you're talking about.

Plus you never really liked him anyway. So no need to...

~ Let's not... ~ There's no need.

~ I liked him, mate. ~ It's fine, Rob.

It's fine.

Sunday.

You'd last seen him three days ago?

About that.

You can't be sure?

The man did his own thing.

He was a 14-year-old boy.

I know how old my brother was.

I don't know where he was last night.

Did your brother have any enemies?

Not that I know of.

Will you tell me about him?

Tell you what? He had brown hair. Fair skin.

Liked chicken for dinner. Sausages sometimes.

Is that what you want to know?

This is not a formal interview, Eli.

I'm trying to help, not hinder you.

You are a significant witness.

Your relationship with your brother makes you significant.

All we want to do is establish who Cal was.

Because that makes it easier to do our job.

Everyone liked Cal.

I don't think I can help you more than that.

Thank you for your time.

Eli.

Eli.

Nice strides.

I'm going to get on the case.

~ I'm going to try and... ~ Try and what?

We need your help, Eli.

You have to trust us.

We're going to find who did this.

That's all right then.

Caleb Bray, also known as Cal. 14 years old. Romany traveller.

History of absconding from school and expelled from school.

Any pre-cons?

Petty theft, joy riding, ABH, criminal damage with intent.

Family situation?

Social Services intervened once and took him into care, but then returned

him to the family home once Eli Bray, his older brother, got custody.

Mother deceased, father currently serving time...

Going well, Ruth?

What are we doing here?

I don't know. Waiting for James.

Should we not discuss what we're going to say?

They'll want to know who was last with Cal.

Who actually was the last with him?

Fuck knows.

They'll want to know what he was doing last night.

~ What we were doing. ~ We all got fucked and now he's dead.

I'd rather the police didn't know and the same goes for Eli.

I'd rather he didn't know Cal was...

Fine. We don't mention the drugs.

It doesn't mean I don't care or...

Whisky.

Are we talking?

No? No talking. It's fine.

What's that for?

Money for the funeral.

What?

Listen. When my dad died, I thought...

Just left with my mum I thought I was done.

But the truth is, you choose your family.

You choose who and what you need.

Particularly around here.

And I chose a new family.

You were part of that, both of you.

People think I need money for the funeral?

Eli, my point is you're not alone.

Eli, you were there for me. Both of you.

Let me be there for you.

He was mine. Not yours, Tina.

This is one thing that ain't a fucking competition.

I'm going to find out who did this to me.

To us.

You should follow him. He wants you to follow him.

Got any white?

Yeah, of course I do. Are you OK?

Yeah.

You'd tell me if you weren't, wouldn't you?

~ Do you want to get out of here? ~ Yeah, sure.

Erm, Tina. That's not yours.

Crazy bitch.

CAR ENGINE HUMS

So, this is fun(!)

Soundtrack required. Yeah, soundtrack definitely required.

BALLROOM DANCE MUSIC

Yeah, maybe not that soundtrack.

CHEESY POP MUSIC

~ You all right, Tins? ~ Great.

You're waiting for me, aren't you?

You know why Romanies keep their kids out of school?

Because they think we're wankers, I believe.

~ I've got to go, Ruth. ~ Maths, English,

not important skills for a Romany kid.

You know what's important?

How to read a face. How to know when someone's lying.

Well, I'll need someone vaguely numeric, so...

Eli lied in there. He's hiding something.

~ Of course he is. But what? ~ I will find out for you, sir,

if you let me on your team.

HE SCOFFS

~ You think you're strong, don't you? ~ I know I am.

Ever attended an autopsy before?

~ What? ~ I need an exhibits officer for Caleb's autopsy.

Someone to take possession of the pathology samples -

blood, urine, stomach lining - that sort of thing - and record them.

Think you've got the strength for that?

Well, don't blame you.

That's my point.

It can be a strength knowing people. It can also be a weakness.

Sir, wait.

Mum?

Mum!

HE WINCES

Wow! So many buttons.

What does this button do?

Oh! That's exciting.

What does this button do?

That's a little less exciting.

~ Take the wheel. ~ What?

~ Tina! ~ Stunt. ~ Tina!

TINA SCREAMS

11/06, 21:10.

Postmortem report on Caleb Bray.

Thank you.

OK, let's get him cleaned up and opened up.

TINA SCREAMS

SHE LAUGHS

Are you all right up there?

Tina!

Tina.

TINA LAUGHS

Maybe you should get down, yeah? Cos I'm barely reaching the pedals.

SHE HYPERVENTILATES

Tina, can you get down, please? You're starting to freak me out.

FENCE RATTLES

MOOING

OK. Come on. Sh.

It's going to be all right. Sh.

Tina, let's pull over now and pretend this never happened.

I'm calling Annie, we're going to pull over, and she's going

to take us home.

Tina, listen to me, you've got to slow down!

I'm going to go in now, open up his chest.

Tina, what the fuck are you doing?!

Slow this car down!

Tina, for fuck's sake!

Tina!

BRAKES SQUEAL

Tina!

HE SCREAMS

(It's all right, mate. It's all right, mate.)

It's going to be all right.

Sh. Quiet now, quiet.

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY

Are you OK?

Next question.

Are you nuts?

I saw...

I'm fine.

Well, the difficult thing is differentiating

between the damage done by the tractor and the death itself.

But, judging from the muscle rigour and hypostasis, I would

estimate the time of death as being between 15 and 18 hours ago.

~ So, three and six this morning? ~ Yeah.

Cause of death, asphyxiation.

He was drowned in the mud.

I've not had that before.

'His stomach and lungs had muddy water in them.

'There were scratches and abrasions on his forehead

'and a circular bruise in the middle of his back.'

So, it's definitely a murder?

Well, there was a struggle. He was overpowered,

and the assailant held him down into the mud,

kneeling on his back, until he stopped breathing.

And do you think...

Is it likely it was someone he knew?

It's possible.

Good burner.

So, it's goodbye, I guess?

He was a good guy.

I'm not sure 'good' is the word I'd use to describe him.

He was ours.

Someone hurt him.

What are you saying, Tintin?

Our world just got fucked and we've no idea what happened.

And what? What do we do?

I don't know.

Everything's going to change.

No.

Nothing needs to change.

COW MOOS

WET CRUNCH

There was some hard drinking involved.

There weren't drugs.

Drugs would finish my career.

~ Know them well? ~ I was friends with all of them.

~ Do you trust them? ~ No.

A stable boy tonight died, and the one thing I was working for is gone.

CHEERING

This place is poison.

Your promised me.

You need to tell Mum today.

You're leaving.

♪ Steamy eye

♪ You're going to burn

♪ I will save our lives

♪ And I don't want to cry no more

♪ And I don't want to die a little more

♪ Cry no more.