Strawberry Fields

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# Wooden heart

# Wooden heart

# Torn into beautiful ribbons

# Tearing up the sky

# You know I'll always hurt you, babe

# With these colours that I fly

# We're bound together by the stars

and they don't lie

# You know I'll always love you, babe

# And with that she said goodbye

# Don't you crown me

with your labour of love

# Oh, I get down on bended knee

and claim for-ever vows

# A pickaroo like me

only lives to be free

# Wailing at the wild... #

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Six. Seven. Eight. Nine.

Ten.

Ready or not... here we come!

Oh, Sammy, sex with your ex is all

you talk about! It's not!

Wait. You've got something

in your hair.

Let me take it out. Yeah,

I've got it. Done? Shall we go?

Please, just tell me. No.

Come on, please! No.

Tell me! No. Please?

You looking for work?

Come to do some picking?

Where you from, girl?

Fabrice! Be careful.

Go and help him.

# Are you going to Scarborough fair?

# Parsley, sage,

rosemary and thyme... #

Sammy, come on, just tell me! No!

Where are you from?

I'm from Scarborough.

I'm a student from Scarborough.

Do you have a name? A name?

Yes, mysterious lady, a name?

It's... Tammy.

Tammy?

So you'll need digs then?

Will I?

I only take hard workers,

no slackers.

I work hard and I like fields.

I cycle to them on my bike.

Taste this.

It won't hurt.

Delicious?

Kev'll show you the digs.

I'll look after you.

OK. Word of warning, love.

He's after sex and drugs, that's it.

Ignore him.

What's happening? We're walking.

Eastern Europeans, travellers,

commune dwellers, students,

you name it, they're all here.

It looks hard work. It's knackering.

What are you studying?

Oh, yeah. Fine art.

Your mates not fancy fruit picking?

Mates, no.

So... here we are.

Welcome to paradise.

Ohh! God!

They are disgusting! Hmm.

Oh, they should be cleaned!

Good idea.

I have crate for stand on.

Keep my temple clean.

Temple?

It's...

What the f***?! Get lost!

Here.

Home to perverts, ex-cons, addicts

and one solitary female.

From Scarborough.

What, is this for me?

Yeah.

Just me? Uh-huh.

Great!

I'm doing the afternoon shift,

if you want to come?

Hide!

You coming?

Everything OK?

It's a weird fire-eating dragon!

Hwah!

What are you talking about?

Be careful!

Sex with my ex, it's...

It's all I talk about.

That sounds complicated.

Come on.

You try.

Careful. Don't squash it.

Ohh!

See, you're not feeling it.

Feeling what? The pleasure.

What?! And the love.

The love? Yeah!

Yeah, fruit needs love to thrive.

Food, water, sunshine...

They all need the same things.

This one needs some sun.

It might not ripen.

It will. It might not.

Are you rolling a joint?

Yeah. Not for you!

Hi. You started today?

Yeah. I'm staying on the farm.

Sh*t! You're brave.

No, I've got my own room.

It's great.

I just cycled here

on my bike really fast.

Thank God I didn't get a puncture.

Surprising really,

the bike's so old.

Ex-boyfriend trouble. I see.

Hello. Good afternoon.

This is Fabio speaking.

You're working too hard.

You're bone idle!

Hmm.

So, what are you doing here?

I came with my mate, Ewan.

Run away to Ibiza. Well, we were

until we smashed my car up.

Who's this?

That's my daughter.

You've got a daughter?

Hmm. Yeah.

Don't see her much. Why not?

You ask a lot of questions.

Go on.

You're not used to

being looked at, are you?

Picasso, Van Gogh, Rolf Harris.

What? Who's your favourite artist?

Is this University Challenge?

No. Kev the f***ing brain box.

Hey, I know a thing or two.

Like what?

Like... Hmm.

You've not had a joint for years.

If ever.

Gillian!

Gillian, where are you?

What is it?

She's here!

Gillian!

Gillian, where are you?!

How did she find me?!

Ohh! I so should have known

she'd find me!

Gillian!

Gillian, where are you?

Has anyone seen Gillian?

Gillian!

Sorry. Excuse me.

Now, where's that man

with the sexy accent?

Why didn't you pick up your phone?

I never would have found you

if it wasn't for him.

Where is he?

Is that him?

Hiya.

Do you want some? Oh.

You can't just leave me

on my own like that.

You know I can't manage without you.

You keep turning your back on us.

On us? Who's us?

You keep pretending.

You can't keep pretending, refusing to...

What, to be your servant?

You can't even be nice.

No, I can't, because you confuse me.

Your games are so confusing.

And I was never allowed... Stop

the self pity, I can't stand it!

Show them some respect! She's barely

been buried in the ground!

I don't know how you live

with yourself,

the things you've done,

the disrespect you've shown.

What things?! You know what things.

You need to come home, Gillian.

I've got a secret. Nobody knows it.

Do you want to hear it?

How come nobody knows it?

It just happened. I made it up.

Shouldn't have, but it was fun.

We tell each other our secrets,

don't we?

I told them my name is Tammy and

I'm an art student from Scarborough.

Art student?!

I know, it's ridiculous.

Were you trying to be like me?

I don't know what came over me.

It was just the first thing that popped

into my head. Because there isn't really

room for two artists in the family.

I know, it's make believe, it's not real.

It's the most ridiculous thing

I've ever heard!

But I was calling you Gillian!

Yeah, you mustn't do that,

you have to call me Tammy.

OK.

We'll keep it between ourselves,

won't we? Hmm?

Of course.

Why are you sat here?

Get up!

Come on!

I think it's Tammy's turn to get laid.

Oh, my God!

Put it out!

Hurry up! It's on fire!

Oh, God! It's on fire!

Let's swim. Swim? Let's go swimming.

Come on. Let's swim!

Come on.

I'll do it if you do it.

OK. F*** it!

OK, go.

Ready? OK.

OK.

Come on!

F***! Come on!

Come on! Come on!

Come on.

Yeah!

F***ing yes!

Go on.

You have been undressed before,

haven't you? Of course.

Your ex? Hmm. Yeah.

Is he definitely an ex?

Well, yeah.

Maybe I should explain.

Are you spoken for?

Spoken for? Hmm. No. Sure?

I'm sure.

Good.

Oh, you're being so gentlemanly.

Me?

Yeah.

You're being so nice to me.

You're right, I'm being far too nice.

Horny!

Handsome!

Good morning, sis.

Time for a bit of fruit picking!

You're normally posting letters

about now,

but picking fruit

will make a refreshing change.

She's your sister?

My sister's name is Gillian.

And she lives a few miles

down the road with me in Kent.

Nowhere near Scarborough.

I don't live with you. You do.

And I'm the arts student,

you are a post woman.

I don't want to live with you.

You don't seem like sisters.

No, they don't.

I prefer Tammy to Gillian.

Tammy.

I get it, it sounds like Sammy.

I think she'd prefer

to be on her own.

Yeah?

She made up these stories, not me.

But you were the one

that followed her.

She doesn't want you here.

Go away!

Kev, we've got to go

into work today.

Kev, they're going to kick...

I know!

I composed you a song.

No. Yes.

# Emily, I've been born

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