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HAUNTING MUSIC PLAYS

HE BREATHES RAGGEDLY

HE GROANS WEAKLY

Oh...

HE LAUGHS

Which way am I heading, boys?

Up or down?

PROG ROCK-STYLE MUSIC PLAYS

# I had a drink with the devil

# He's looking for new slaves

# He told me that my life

# Could be the one he saves

# What happens when you turn the devil down?

# I waited at the crossroads

# The devil stood me up

# Is it that he's just afraid?

# Or am I not good enough

# What happens when you turn the devil down?

# Whoo!

# I had a drink with the devil

# He's looking for new slaves

# He told me that my life

# Could be the one he saves

# What happens when you turn the devil down?

# What happens when you turn the devil down? #

SHE EXHALES

Let's get you all smart, Mr Hartley.

You always were a smart man.

SHE EXHALES

QUIETLY: God bless you, Mr Hartley.

I'm now giving you to the heavens above our heads.

May you find peace and suffer no more.

Amen.

He can't hear you, love.

You might want to say one for me, please, Gwen.

David?

Aye.

Sorry about me appearance.

I'm not at me best at the moment.

I can see that.

You got our letters, then?

What letters?

We wrote to you a few months ago, David.

Explaining about your dad being bad.

Right.

Well, the only time I knew he were ill was when I came in last night

and he were in that box.

I didn't get no letters.

QUIETLY: Sorry.

Where is everyone?

Where's Isaac? Tom?

Our William? Where are they?

Tom and Isaac are down at the village getting all the arrangements

done for your dad.

William don't live here any more.

He lives with me now.

What, you're married?

Yeah.

You made an honest man out of little Willy?

Yeah.

DAVID LAUGHS

Like you should have done with our fucking Grace.

Aye.

I'll take that.

So, they're in t'village?

Yeah.

That's the place that I should be, then.

I don't think YOU should be going anywhere.

I've walked all the way from Brumingham, love.

I don't think another three miler's going to hurt.

Let me go get William, and we'll come up here together,

and we'll sort you out, yeah?

Hand.

I don't think it's a good idea, David.

Hand, please.

Hey up, lads.

You all right, boys?

All right, Barb? You all right?

How's it going?

Yeah, it's going, yeah. It's good.

Hiya, love.

Can I get yous a drink?

No, no. No, I'll be all right.

I'll have one, please, love.

Actually, no, don't... Don't bother. I'm all right, thanks, love.

Well, which is it to be, Tom - yes or no?

No, no, I'm all right, thank you. Right.

You're looking well today.

Have you don't something with your hair?

Right, what do you want?

Hey. Down, boy. Here.

Here's your coins, as promised.

Thank you. It's a...

..it's a little bit short.

A little bit, Isaac? A lot'le bit. Where's the rest of it?

Yeah, well, we lost a few orders this week, right.

So we need a few more days.

I don't... I don't think I've got days to give you.

What do you mean?

Well... you know what it's like.

It's a summer's afternoon.

There's one, two, three people in the pub.

Just keep your voices down, cos I'd like to keep 'em in here.

We know you're struggling. We're all struggling, Barb.

But we need you to help us out.

Tom, Isaac, you know how long I've known you, and I...

I love you and I loved your dad.

Honestly, I had so much respect for him. But this is not about love.

This is about business.

Barb... Barb, come on.

Help us out here.

How can we have a wake with no beer?

DOOR SLAMS

You OK, Gwen?

You all right, love?

I thought you were going to be ages.

What have YOU got?

Just... Are you eating again?

Yeah, just sort of... just the edge of it.

Is that one of the oatcakes? Just... I'm starving.

Oh, William, it's meant to last till next week.

I know. I was... I'm hungry, I was just...

I got a bit... Gwen.

Are you OK?

Gwen, love?

It's your brother.

He's... David's back.

Oh, so he got the letters, then?

Just decided to turn up three month fucking late.

You need to listen to me, yeah?

We've had to watch my dad die!

Where's David for that?

You need to listen to me now.

He looks really poorly.

I don't care, Gwen.

I think he's been stabbed.

What do you mean he's been stabbed?

He had blood all over him.

And he's so pale and...

Where is he?

I think he's gone to see Isaac and Tom at the pub.

Grace...

I need to tell her before, you know, he gets to her and...

Oh, no, you go see Grace and I'll go see David. Yeah, yeah.

Yeah...

Here you go. I've made one up for you, my darling, yeah?

Sorry we can't give more at the moment,

but, um, this is all we have.

Have faith, my love.

Take an extra egg.

Vicar, may you give her some eggs?

Peace be with you.

Gwen, I'm coming. I'm coming home at the end with one for us.

I need to see you. I need you come and see me.

What's wrong?

MOUTHING: David's back.

What?

QUIETLY: David's back.

What are you saying?

David's back.

David's back?

David's back.

David David.

Isaac, we agreed.

Three quarters, and then a quarter that I'd stand you out of good faith

cos I loved your dad and I love you two. Believe me.

I'm fucking begging you. Please.

He don't look well.

He's not well? How would he get here?

He said he walked from Birmingham.

He walked from Birmingham?

Grace, you need to come.

Just, please. No, I don't fuck...

..flipping want to see him.

Because he hasn't flipping been in touch

for seven flipping years, has he?

So what, then?

Can you not make it a smaller do?

Bit short, are you?

Dave?

COINS CLINK

Put that in t'pot.

COINS TINKLE

David?

Christ, he's bleeding guineas. Is he breathing?

Yes.

He doesn't look well, Grace.

Where is he now? He was going to the pub.

He's IN the pub?

Right, Gwen, go home. I'll see you at home.

I'm so sorry. I'm so sorry.

Dave? David!

Here, we need to get him back to yours. Here, go fetch our Darya.

Come on.

Stay with us, lad. Come on!

Come on!

Thank you. Sorry about my sister.

You go, I'll do all this.

GRACE SNIFFLES

QUIETLY: Oh, God...

You need to get the nursemaid out, quick!

Darya'll help us. Darya'll sort you out, mate.

David?

DISTANTLY: Can you hear me?

He's in and out, he's in and out.

Oh, my God.

Keeps losing consciousness. Come on, Dave. You're all right, pal.

Tom, just keep him awake. Dave.

VOICES DISTORTED

He doesn't do things by halves, does he?

Fuck me.

And he's not come to at all since? No.

No, just...

KNOCKING ON WINDOW

Word.

Them coins you done are shit.

I ain't paying for them.

You're not?

I suggest you put your farm fucking robbing hands in that bag

and give me my fucking guineas. Do you understand me?

DAVID GROANS

All right, mate. You're all right, love. It's all right.

You're all right, pal. Agh...

Argh...! Don't worry, I've got you. I've got you.

DAVID GROANS You're all right, love.

DAVID YELLS

Dave, Dave...

Argh!

Fucking stay still, Dave!

DAVID YELLS

Argh!

William...

Get your fucking hands off me! David!

Argh!

VOICES DISTORT

Fucking lay down and let her put this... Ah, fucking...!

I'll fucking...!

DISTORTED SCREAMING

Aarghhh!

Aarghhh!

What's going on?

Oh, Mand...

Who is it? It's David.

David who?

Get the fucking hand off me! Back off.

What's going on? Get in here.

It's not good, Mand. Fucking hell.

Fucking hell!

Has he been stabbed? DAVID COUGHS

Here, have some water.

I don't want a fucking water.

Just try and have a drop. No.

Try and have a drop, it's going to help you. It'll do you good.

I want ale.

Get me some fucking ale. I heard that. Grab us a beer.

Right, can do.

Get a couple.

Do you need owt? No, Barb is going to mix something.

Here, Tom. Where's Gwen?

Here you are, mate, she's just going to put some of this stuff on.

No. Fuck off.

David, please. Don't want no fucking flowers on me fucking cut, do I?

Get off me, please. David, she's trying to help you...

Stop fucking fussing over me! She's trying to help you!

Look, can you stop shouting at me?

Fuck's sake.

Don't put no fucking herbs on me.

I'm warning you. Do you want that to go rotten?

Do you want to fucking die? Fucking shut your mouth.

Davey, watch your mouth.

Fucking... Don't fucking talk to me, cunt.

That'll be all now. You've got two choices here.

Will you listen to us?

Or you'll be brown bread in five minutes, I'm telling you now.

Look at the state of that wound.

SHOUTING: Where's me fucking ale?!

It... it's here.

He'll only need one, yeah. Give us another one, Barb. Fucking hell.

Now lay down and let Darya help you.

Another one.

I want another one, please. Here.

Is it right? Is he back?

Calm down. Don't go pomping in. I am calm.

I am calm.

Where's Dave?

Yes.

How are you, mate? DAVID RETCHES

Give us a minute, will you? All right.

I just want to say hello. Welcome home, Dave.

Get it out.

Here, look. Jim, just give us five, all right?

Just get behind the girls now, hey?

He'll be all right.

DAVID BELCHES

"Welcome home, Dave"?

Well, I haven't seen him for seven year. What am I supposed to say?

Well, he's on his fucking arse in there, Broadbent.

That's not my fault, is it?

Who's amongst me?

Same.

It's me, Willy.

Isaac, Tom, Darya.

You know King George III?

Well, not personally, but...

DAVID RETCHES

He fucks boggits.

How'd you know?

I saw him.

King boggit fucker.

He's lost his mind.

Fucking George III.

Fuck the King.

Fuck the King.

Say that again.

Fuck the King. Fuck the King...

Does Grace know?

She won't come, Mand. She wants fuck all to do with him.

Does she know he's been stabbed?

Seven years. She might not give a monkey's about him.

Shut up, you.

You all right?

I'm tired, lads.

Try and have a lay down, then.

Yeah, I think you need to get some rest.

I'll just have a quick nap now for a little while.

Come on, love. Let's see how we get on there.

Let's lie you down now. Come on.

Don't be worried.

You'll be OK. Come on, come on. Just come this way.

William, get his legs.

That's it.

You just keep this hand away from... Nighty night.

..from this cut here. Night!

Goodnight, mate.

I'm going to grab some fresh air, mate. I can't sit and look at him

like this. I'm going to get a breather.

How is he, Tom? He's in a bad way.

Go and get some fresh air. You've done enough.

Yeah, I think I might do that.

Everyone running round after you, haven't you? Hmm?

Only been back five minutes.

Fucking waited on hand and foot.

Missed you, bro.

We've all missed you.

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

Oh, Mand. Can only be one person, that. It's Grace.

Yeah, talk to her, Mand.

So here?

Gwen told you David's back?

Yeah. He's in there.

Why the fuck is he in there?

Collapsed in t'pub, threw a load of guineas on the bar,

hit the deck. They've taken him round, and he's in there.

Well, I don't want him in there.

He's not in a good way. I don't want to see him.

He's not in a good way. What'd you mean? You can't move him.

He's got a big hole in his side.

Someone stabbed him.

She said he walked from Birmingham? Apparently.

But he's got, he's got... So when's that happened?

He's got an hole like that.

Darya's been in and tried to sort him out.

But he's... he's not in a good place.

If you want to go in, you can. But he's not awake.

Well, I don't want to go in.

I think you should.

Well, I don't... I don't need to see him.

If he dies, and you didn't go see him,

would you have wanted seen him?

Grace has come to see David.

SOFTLY: Yeah, OK, a minute.

Do you want me to stay, Grace, or shall I wait outside?

No, I'm all right.

You OK? Yeah.

Just keep talking to him.

I'll be outside if you need me.

FROM OUTSIDE: He's come back with an hole in his side

and a bag full of coins.

And he's walked from Birmingham.

And no-one else finds that just a little bit fucking odd?

Well, obviously we find it odd,

but I'm not going to ask him right now.

VOICES BECOME MUFFLED

DISTANT VOICES: He's made it back a long way.

Home.

I told him he shouldn't have gone.

I told him to stay at home.

Maybe that's where he's got his knife wound from.

He's probably nicked it.

Grace?

Can I stay at yours? Yeah. Come here.

Let us know how he gets on.

I'm here if you need me, Grace.

Grace?

# There was a jolly miller that lived on the River Dee

# He worked and sang from morn till night

# No lark more blithe as he

# And this the burden of his song

# Forever used to be

# "I care for nobody No, not I

# "If nobody cares for me"

# I care for nobody No, not I

# If nobody cares for me. #

Come here, you daft sod. Don't be so grim.

You needn't bother. I care you for you, Barbs.

We wouldn't have a pub if it weren't for you.

Fucking hell, James.

Blessed be the Lord.

Heavenly Father, we thank you for bringing David home to his family.

We pray for his soul. We pray for his health.

We pray that you heal him, Lord.

We pray that you pour your love and strength into David.

We cannot always know your reasons, but we can never doubt

that your purpose is for the greater good.

If David has been led astray from your path,

we ask that you guide him back onto it.

We pray for Isaac, pray for William.

And everybody that cares about David.

For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory,

forever and ever.

Amen.

Amen. Amen.

Morning.

Morning. You all right?

Careful, it's hot.

Oh, oh... Steady.

Thank you.

Did you make that for me - special?

Yeah, especially for you.

Thanks.

I've been round there a couple of times.

About half one.

And he looked green.

And then, the last time I went round were about four

and he looked a bit better.

What do you mean, a bit better?

Well, he had a bit of colour in him, and he started to come around a bit.

Talking?

Not like full sentences or owt.

Do you think he'll know that I went in?

Not unless someone tells him.

Someone's going to tell him.

He's on your bed.

I know he's on my bed.

And he bled all over it and everything. It's disgusting.

I feel sick.

What are you going to say to him?

I'm not going to say owt to him.

What, you're just going to ignore him? Yeah.

Like he's ignored me for seven years. You can't ignore him.

I can ignore him. His dad's just died.

I'm not going to give him dead dad sympathy when I'm the one

that's nursed his dad, not him.

I should get more sympathy than him.

He's... he's done nothing.

He's half dead. All right.

You could at least say, "I'm sorry about your dad."

I'm just saying.

He could at least have... written to me.

Sent for me.

Maybe.

You're looking at me as if I'm going to tell you t'answer. Yeah, I am.

Because you usually know stuff. I do know stuff.

And I'm telling you, you're going to have to sort it out

one way or t'other. You can't ignore him.

It's only a little village.

What are you going to do when you see him walk down t'street?

Walk the other way? Yeah.

Forever? Forever.

Right. Let me know how you get on with that.

Told you, didn't I? Hey?

That were a fucking close one, weren't it? Yeah.

Thank you. All right, love. Thank you.

Thanks, Gwen. Thank you.

Take care.

Are you going to be all right in there? Yeah. Look after yourself.

All right. Come on. We'll get up to bed, I think.

See you, mate. Find a spot for Dad.

Fucking ridiculous.

Has thou not grown any since I left?

I see you're still an arsehole.

I can't move.

Fucking tiny.

They all get off all right?

Mm.

I'm fucking very raspy. Very hoarse.

How are you feeling?

I don't feel very well.

What about your side?

Yeah, really fucked.

Really fucked.

Where you been, mate?

Where've I been? Mm.

I've been in Birmingham, Bill.

I know that.

Did you get my letters?

Aye.

You got 'em?

I got the letters.

So you know about Dad?

No, I didn't know about Father.

I've been sending you letters for the last five, six months, David.

I put 'em in t'fire.

I've been busy.

You've been fucking busy? Aye. Busy?

Aye.

Right busy.

What happened to you?

Or are you going to tell me you fell off a bar stool?

Huh?

Smacked your fucking head on the way down?

Aye.

Aye. Of course, yeah.

You're not fucking stupid. Yeah.

So, tell me, what happened?

I killed a man, Bill.

I killed a man.

I stabbed him till he were dead.

Why?

Because he fucking stabbed me.

Why?

People don't just stab each other, David.

Oh, they fucking do in Brom, mate.

They fucking do in Brom, pal. No, I don't care where you are.

People don't just stab each other for no reason.

He were a bully, Bill.

And I fucking hate bullies.

I think I might be going to hell.

Yeah, maybe.

Aye, maybe.

Sooner rather than later if you don't stop being a fucking idiot.

I've done so much fucking damage, brother.

So many fucking wrongs. I know.

I hate meself.

Good.

Aye. Good.

I didn't want to leave here.

I didn't want to fucking leave here.

I know... I know, but you did. I had to.

I didn't fucking want to go.

I didn't want to leave me little brother, did I?

I were wondering what you were going to be like.

When I got back.

If you were a bloke. If you were making an honest living.

There's no such thing as that any more, mate. No?

No.

Look at it round here.

What's happened, brother?

I don't know.

When you left, you know, the rag trade were, it were fucking booming.

You couldn't stop working. But...

The only place there's work now is in Halifax.

And we don't want to go there.

No.

No, we don't.

But yet, every fucking month, on the dot,

that clothier still knocks for his rent for that piece of shit

in the corner.

Without fail.

Knowing damn right that he gives that work to his mates.

What can we do?

There's no way out of it, David.

Everyone's getting skinnier.

The only fucker that's putting their weight on is Broadbent.

DAVID CHUCKLES

Aye, that'll not stop that.

No.

I went into t'pub...

..saw Isaac buying our father's funeral on tick.

We have no choice.

Hartleys had a name.

Not any more.

What the fuck's happened, Bill?

You fucked off, David.

That's what happened. Right.

Well, I promise thee, brother...

..I'm not fucking leaving.

All right?

We'll sort this situation out.

That's a fucking promise.

You all right? Yeah.

Ready? All right, lower him down.

MUSIC: The Fold by Wickerbird

# And when you wake, you'll wake in the mornin'

# Your fingers cold

# Your fields to be sown

# Feeble today, just like the seedlins

# Asleep in the fold

# But one day you'll grow... #

INDISTINCT CHATTER

# Alders breathing, keepin... #

Sad day. Sad, sad day.

# Leaves all sinking, fever dreaming

# Brothers sleepin

# Wolves all creeping

# Weavers weaving

# Nothin

# And what you take, you'll take it for storing

# The bitter snow

# The winter you know... #

We're going to go over, over the fence.

Up. Up.

Ready?

Drop him down.

# ..in the fold

# But one day you'll grow

# Alders breathing

# Keeping, weeping

# Leaves all sinking

# Fever dreaming

# Brothers sleeping

# Wolves all creeping

# Weavers weaving

# Nothing

# Alders breathing

# Keeping, weeping

# Leaves all sinking

# Fever dreaming

# Brothers sleeping

# Wolves all creeping

# Weavers weaving

# Nothing. #

We're here for me dad today, right?

Great man. We're here for William Senior.

William Senior. William Senior. Yeah.

And thank you all for coming, uh, on behalf of me brothers and me dad.

You know, we're very happy you could all join us.

But also, we're not just here for me dad today.

We're welcoming, uh, an Hartley back into the family,

who's been away for a long, long time.

David... Welcome home.

David! Welcome home, Dave!

THEY CHEER

To David!

We've all missed you, Dave. We've all missed you. Aye.

LIVELY CHATTER

Enjoying yourself?

FOLK STYLE MUSIC PLAYS

BOISTEROUS CHATTER

Here you are. Tuck in. Everyone's got to eat.

You silly old bastard. You'll get us thrown out.

Fuck you.

Will, lad!

Three cheers for Barb!

CHEERING

ALL: Hooray!

Fucking answered all his prayers, hasn't he?

FIDDLE PLAYS

# Considering in my mind and I thus began to think

# If a man be full to the throat and cannot take off his drink

# His drink he will not down he must hang himself for shame

# The tapster at the Crown

# Upon this reason I frame

# Drinking will make a man drunk

# Drunk will make a man dry

# Dry will make a man sick

# And sick will make a man die

# Old Simon the King Says Old Simon the King. #

Go on, Barb!

CHEERING

And now a proper song! A song entitled...

The fucking jester's arrived.

Now, this song, this is dedicated to all on you.

# You friends of reformation

# Come listen to my relation

# For I shall now declare, sir

# Before you are aware, sir

# A matter very plain

# A gospel cushion thumper!

# Who really loved to bump her! #

BARB SHOUTS

JEERING

Every time!

Abe and Bethsheba have looked after all of us while you've been gone.

I'm not really a God-fearing man, but I owe you one, brother.

Whatever you said obviously bought me around somehow.

So thank you.

You're very welcome. I'm indebted to you somewhat, shall we say?

Well, we're indebted to you for this feast.

This is... this is amazing.

The last time we had a feast like this was when? A long time ago.

Abe's kept this fucking family together for the last seven year.

Yeah? You fucked off.

Aye.

In what way?

William was in a spot of bother, and Abe looked after him.

And, uh... What were up with Willy?

Well, he got himself into a scrap, didn't he?

I were just passing by and, uh... Abe stopped it.

This man was having a go at Will.

Where is he? Yeah, I mean, he'll tell you the story.

But I stepped in, and then I met Isaac.

Isaac brought me round, I met your dad.

Oh, thank you, brother. Aye. Yeah, of course.

Aye, he's a good man, family.

Well, cheers to that. You're welcome at our table any time. Cheers.

Any time. Cheers.

I'm going to carry on making the rounds. Go on, then.

That's lovely.

Thank you, Abe. Brother.

How are you, lads?

Fucking hell. Long time, no see.

Yeah, nice to see you after these seven years, mate.

It's been a while. Yeah, I know.

What's Midlands saying?

It's fucking shite. Yeah?

You're the not Hartley that I'm interested in.

Really? Mm-hm. I've heard your brother's come back full of...

He's me cousin, not me brother.

Not one word, he's... I was going to say, you don't look very similar.

He's far more handsome. Really? Not one word.

Have you heard of this, uh, this clothier bloke?

Nicking all the jobs, isn't he?

That's why everybody's brassic round here.

What do you mean? We've not eaten like this in a long time.

There's been no jobs.

It's been a struggle for a long, long time.

He's taken a lot of work from the mills and looms

and taken 'em down to Halifax.

This is why we're so skinny. And saving it for his top boys.

Nobody's eaten like this.

I were going and going and going so fast, it was like I were going to

fucking pull it off. And then it were like, he wouldn't do it...

Oh, we're just talking about my last customer.

It's been tough, I'm not going to lie to you.

We're all struggling here.

I just want to say thank you so much for everything you've done. No...

If we can repay you in any way, or if you need anything, mate,

just don't... don't hesitate to give us a shout, honestly.

All right, boss. OK. We're here for you, mate.

But I'm sorry for your loss. Appreciate that, really, thank you.

Keep going like that. You could probably hear me, couldn't you?

And out popped this fucking... it looked like a fucking oyster.

How can I listen? It were awful.

How can I listen to what you're doing when I've got two going?

It's been great, Dave.

Oh, I'm glad you enjoyed yourself. Thank you. Really good, yeah.

Cheers. No worries. We're having a good time.

Yeah, yeah. And, listen, as a... as a thank you,

you can have a freebie on t'house.

Oh, bless you. That's really kind of you.

I'm all right, though.

Honestly. You can come and have a nice little freebie.

And if you don't fancy Rose, you can have Rita.

I'd only do you a hand job. You can't have me.

Right, well, thank you. Cheers.

Well, your dad used to love it.

Pardon?

Your dad. Your dad.

He...he used to come here all t'time, yeah.

He loved it. It made him really, really happy.

What are you doing here? You didn't even like the man.

I don't need to like him to eat his food, do I?

I don't need to like him to eat his mutton.

I don't need to like him to eat his beef.

I don't need to like him.

I don't need to like him at all.

I didn't like his dad!

How was you after you collapsed? Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm... I'm back to fighting form again, thankfully.

CHEERING

His old man were more of a dad to me than you've ever been.

David Hartley is a runaway.

What's he do? First time there's any trouble, he runs away.

Coming back here, what does he do?

There's some trouble down there, he runs away.

MUSIC AND CHATTER

Welcome home, David, that's what I've got to say to you.

Just go home, right? No, I need...

Please. Please, yeah?

I just need to take this opportunity.

I know I have to say this to you, how sorry I am that your dad's dead

and how good it is to welcome the new Mr Hartley to Bell House Farm.

If you can live up to your father's name, you will be a bloody asset

to this vale, I'll tell you now.

Ah, well, I'll stand now and wish you good health.

Good health, new man.

Broadbent Senior, great to see you. You look fantastic.

Sorry, mate. Go on!

Sorry about him, Dave. It's all right.

How are you, man? Yeah, all right. You?

Over the moon, man.

Tell me a story about Birmingham.

Oh fuck, I've got plenty, but I'll save it for another day.

How long are you back for? Are you back for good?

I'm not fucking going back down there, brother.

Good, good.

Oh, hello, Gwen!

Still no family? Hey?

Still without babies?

You've got the wrong Hartley! You chose the wrong Hartley!

Yeah? Fuck off, Broadbent.

Fuck off!

How about you fuck off? Did I get through? Did I get through?

I swear to God, you better fuck off!

You shouldn't be swearing... Fucking die!

We've fucking told... How many times have we told you tonight?

Have we got a problem? I'm just having a joke. Just a little joke.

Sorry, lads. Well, you've outstayed your welcome, right?

You know where the door is. Please, plea...

You know me. I'm just having a little bit of fun.

Isaac, give him a chance! He's had more than one chance, David.

Don't worry about it. I'm giving him a chance.

Listen to your brother. He's now the head of the family.

I knew you thought you were going to be when your dad died,

but the prodigal son returned just in time.

Now, isn't that a funny one? Isn't that a funny one?

I said shut your mouth now. Shut your fucking mouth now.

I'm quiet, I'm quiet, I'm quiet, I'm quiet.

JIM: Go home. Go home.

You big fool.

That you are. A great big fool.

You're a disgrace. And you are a Broadbent.

You're not a Hartley. Yeah, unfortunately.

You shouldn't be here amongst this lot. Unfortunately!

Let's get you some fucking food to start off.

Ah, some food for me to take with me! Thank you very much.

That's very kind, David.

You see? This is what you call a host!

Have fucking some of that, you fucking old cunt.

Now get the fuck out the door. Do you understand me?

Get him out. Go on, fuck off.

Get him out. Get out.

Well, I will, uh...

I'll be taking my leave, then.

Yeah, bye, then. Bye, then.

Goodnight, all! Goodnight, all!

CHEERING

Obviously, he's getting a bit too much for some people,

so I'm just going to bring you down a little bit with this one.

# In Scarlet Town where I was bound

# There was a fair maid dwelling

# Whom I had chose to be my own

# Her name was Barbara Allen

# All in the merry month of May

# When green leaves were a-springing

# This young man on his deathbed lay

# For love of Barbara Allen

# He sent his... #

FAINT SINGING ECHOES

David, I don't want to talk to you about us tonight.

Sorry, what were that, Grace?

I don't want to talk to you about me and you.

All right. Well, I didn't come out to see thee.

Right, well, you can't be out here, cos I'm out here, I'm having...

..a minute.

I were doing t'same, so...

Well, I was here first, so...

Can I walk past you, please? No! Go back inside.

There's a little seating area

that I really enjoy sitting at just round...

Well, you can't go to that little seating area.

You'll have to go the other way.

Well, there's no seats down there.

Well, go and stand and have five minutes.

No, I'm going past you.

I don't want you to go past me. Well, I am.

DAVID EXHALES

I can actually hear you breathing if you're just sat just there.

It's too close.

So, you're not dead?

Obviously not.

Mandy told me you were basically dead.

That's the only reason I came to see you.

You came to see me?

Because Mandy told me you were dead.

So I came to see you for about two seconds.

Did you say owt?

No, I didn't say anything.

I had to come in, or else I look like an absolute bitch,

so I came in, I stood there so it looked like I might have

said something. I waited about five seconds, and then I walked back out.

And then I went to stay with Mandy because you were dying in my bed.

And now you're not even dead.

Sorry.

There were no places left in hell.

So, were you faking that?

Were you doing that so everyone were nice to you for coming back?

Aye, I were faking it.

You should have probably eased out of it a bit slower.

Cos it's really obvious now.

You seemed completely fine in there.

I'm not completely fine, love.

"Not completely fine"?

It's me father's wake.

I know.

So, you're not going to say anything? You're not going to

say where you've been or owt like that, owt like...?

No?

What do you want to know?

Where have you been, David? Where have you been for seven years?

I've been in Birmingham, Grace.

Oh! OK.

Owt else?

No, that's it. That's good.

That explains it all, actually.

DAVID SPITS

Are you spitting?

No.

So, have you got a wife there or something?

No.

Why did you do a big pause?

Why are you doing big pauses?

David?!

What?

Are you actually doing the pauses on purpose to annoy me?

Aye, I'm doing the pauses on purpose, yeah!

You can't do a pause when I ask you if you have a wife in Birmingham.

It sounds like you're doing a pause because you're doing a lie.

Well, ask me again.

Have you got a wife in Birmingham? No.

What?

I fucking swear to...

I actually didn't hear what you said.

Ask me again, then.

SLOWLY: Have you got a wife in Birming...?

IRRITATEDLY: Nope!

Right.

Are you not going to ask ME?

Have you got an husband?

No.

Why not?

What do you mean, "why not"?

Why haven't you got a husband?

Why haven't you got a wife?

Have you slept with loads of girls in Birmingham?

Just prostitutes, really.

Prostitutes?

Aye, prostitutes.

I don't really know what I'm doing in that department at all.

I were crap.

OK. I don't think I want more information.

Have you been with loads of lads?

What's loads?

Over 25?

No.

Over 20?

No.

15? No.

Ten?

No.

Five?

Shall we change the subject?

QUIETLY: I'm all right with that.

Why didn't you send for me?

Because I couldn't.

I felt like I was too bad a person to send for somebody

that was so pure.

Next!

Next!

I can't think of anything!

Don't get pausey on me.

SHE SIGHS

You ask me one.

Do you love me?

No.

Right, your turn.

Are you going to get off with one of them girls tonight?

No.

You ask me one.

Have you slept with anyone I know?

No.

Pausey!

It's my turn.

Right, go on, then.

Did you love anyone?

Not really, no.

"Not really?"

"Not really?" Not really.

What do you mean, "not really"?

Well, I still loved you.

Did he suffer?

Your dad?

Aye.

A little bit.

Did he ask for ME?

Yeah.

That's why we wrote to you, David.

He wanted to make things right.

Right, I better get inside.

You going back in?

Yeah.

Well, I'm going home.

I'm going home, so you need to go the other way round.

We've just been talking for ages. Can I not... Can we not pass now?

No!

We're not friends again just because we had a little chat.

Ah, well, I passed you the first time. I can pass you again.

Yeah, and I was annoyed when you passed me the first time,

so we're not doing it a second time.

I'm coming.

No, don't! You go the long way.

Fuck the long way.

David, fuck you! Go the long way.

It's half a mile.

I don't care. I'm not.

Go the long way.

Ready?

No, I'm not ready. Don't come this way.

Can you hear me getting up? No!

Well, I am.

Don't fucking do that.

No!

I'm coming in... No.

Fuck off.

LOW DEMONIC VOICE: You have led a very sinful life.

And just killed a man.

Took a life.

So your place in hell is assured.

But we're here to offer you a second chance.

A chance to turn your life around, David.

A chance to use the tools from that sack for good,

rather than sin, as you intended.

A chance to save the community that you left behind seven year ago.

A chance to mend the house that broke when you ran away.

A chance, David, to fulfil your true destiny.