Out There

Uh, give me spicy wings and a Coke.

See your money first?

Well, forget the Coke, then. I'm starving.

There's not even a quid there.

Get lost.

There you are.

That'll cover it.

- No, you all right, mate? - You got caught short.

It's no biggie.

Happens to the best of us, right?

Yeah, right.

Mmm.

Name's Kenny, by the way.

Mm.

Rhys.

- You could sleep in here. - I have on occasion.

Oh. More comfortable than my bed at home.

So which one is Bunny?

He's the prick talking.

You can stay here if you like.

I mean, if you'd rather.

I wouldn't think any less of you, bro.

Okay.

- Bunny? - Yeah.

- You're Bunny, yeah, bro? - Who's asking?

This is an introduction.

Next time, I'll be in your nightmares.

Are we clear?

Yeah?

Good.

You want to finish him off?

Come on.

Rhys, it's about your parcel, the one Johnny lost.

Why? Why would you do that to me, Rhys?

Because he wanted you in his debt.

And because he's an asshole.

No, no!

You're dead.

Dad, let's just go.

What are you saying?

We give the dealers a free pass?

Look, Jake, you've brought in this Rhys kid twice.

And like all of them, he won't talk, so the CPS won't bite,

and you have to throw him back.

That's the cycle of futility.

Aw, shit.

What?

Oh, it's Bunny.

How come he's got the limp?

Kenny did that.

Right. It's good to know.

Dad?

I'm gonna be out for a bit, but I'll be home before you're

- back from swimming. - All right.

- Okay. - What's that noise?

Oh, we're just in the changing rooms.

We just got here.

All right. See you later.

You all right, Scott?

Nathan.

Can I buy you a pint in the other room?

A kind offer, but I've got to run.

I thought you were on holiday.

That's him, Kenny.

Who the fuck's this?

Uh, this is Johnny.

All right, Kenny?

Can't complain, Michelle. Can't complain.

You're all right, yeah?

- Where is it? - It's in the front.

Cool. Give me the bag. Give me the bag.

Right, just go over there, both of you.

You're short.

Yeah.

It was dead at the weekend.

Rhys said he'd never known it so quiet.

Is that why he sent you?

No.

No, no. He sent me 'cause I pissed him off.

- How? - I called him a prick.

Truth hurts.

Well, let's recap.

Let's recap a moment, if that's okay, yeah?

Our products are still the bomb.

No padding, no dregs. I mean, it's just superior.

Right?

- Right. - Right.

But the count's short.

The count's short, and Rhys doesn't show up.

He sends his kid sister, his kid sister and a fucking mate.

No offense, Johnny.

Doesn't call, message, nothing.

Now, what's that about?

Seriously?

I know what that's about.

He's scared, hoping I take it out on you,

which I most certainly will.

And when I'm done with you, my brother,

I will have to cancel my dinner plans just to...

- Bunny. - What?

Bunny.

Rhys is sorting out Bunny.

Right?

Why is he sorting out Bunny?

Bunny's dealing again, and Rhys is shutting him down.

So that's why we're short, Bunny?

Yeah.

Mm-hmm.

Okay.

Well, it's not okay, but okay.

We got somewhere.

All I wanted was the truth.

Sorry.

Sit, sit.

Sit down.

Yo, Khalad, whenever you're ready, mate.

Fuck suit.

What are you, an 8 or 9?

I'm sorry?

Your shoe size, what are you, bruv?

Oh, 8, I think.

Take your pick. Come here.

Thank you.

Last one, my brother.

Come here.

Tell Rhys this better be a one-off.

He's a good earner, but if the count's short again...

Yeah?

Yeah.

Yeah, it's in the front.

When you guys go, just make sure you close the door, yeah?

Properly, yeah.

Roger.

Thank you.

Fucking hell.

Oh, got a call.

- Hi, Dad. - How was swimming?

Yeah, we've just come for a fish and chips

after the pool shut.

Oh, yeah?

Who's we?

You know, Simon, Carl, Jake, the swimmers.

What?

No, I didn't say anything.

I'm just glad you're enjoying yourself.

Um, okay, Dad, listen.

A few of us might go back to Simon's.

Can I go?

You know his dad says he'll run me home because the minibus

- driver wants to get off. - Yeah, sure.

Just call me if you want me to come and pick you up.

Okay.

Cheers, Dad.

Bye-bye.

I think you've got something of mine.

And I think I owe you an explanation.

I could have handled things better,

I admit, been more up front.

That's an understatement.

Everything you said was a bare-faced lie.

Fair enough.

I deserve that.

That's all right, 'cause you're gonna make

- up for it now, aren't you? - I'll try.

Basically, I'm a third-party agent, carrying out feasibility

acquisition studies.

Oh, you're an estate agent?

Kind of.

I scout out plots of land all over Europe,

often, but not always, farmland, and then

match them up with buyers.

And who's your buyer? Palisades, is it?

Oh, that's funny, 'cause I could have sworn they sent

one of their cars to pick you up.

It doesn't work like that.

I need to establish two things first...

availability and desirability.

Is the plot potentially for sale?

And if so, what are the particulars?

Size, soil content, access,

natural irrigation, and so on.

Were you behind the sale of Bill Turner's farm?

Sorry, I don't know who that is.

Really?

I want to buy your farm, Nathan.

Right, Kenny.

Have you seen Rhys tonight?

No.

What about Bunny?

Bunny?

Yeah, Bunny.

Uh...

yeah, he... he was in early, as it happens.

The drone was rude, but shooting

it down was a bit much.

We're very territorial, us farmers.

If you haven't worked that out yet, you're in the wrong job.

The footage made interesting viewing,

especially set alongside the land registry maps.

The northeastern corner of the farm isn't even yours.