The Levelling

Synopsis: Somerset, October 2014. When Clover Catto (Ellie Kendrick) receives a call telling her that her younger brother Harry (Joe Blakemore) is dead, she must return to her family farm and face the man she hasn't spoken to in years: her father Aubrey (David Troughton). She is shocked to discover her home changed forever by the devastating floods that destroyed the area six months earlier, and Aubrey a tormented shadow of his former self. As she learns what has been going on in her long absence she and her father forge a new understanding, but can it withstand the troubles that they face on the ravaged farm as well as the truth of what drove Charlie to take his own life?
Genre: Drama
Director(s): Hope Dickson Leach
  1 win & 6 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.4
Metacritic:
81
R
Year:
2016
83 min
96 Views


1

No, don't!

Stop it!

Step off! Step back!

F***!

This is yours now!

This is your life!

What use are you?!

This ain't worth it!

- F*** it!

F*** everyone!

It's fine.

I mean, you want me

to call anyone?

Nah, no, no. I...

Just have to, uh...

Won't be here long. Um...

Clover, you're...

No, I-I'm fine.

- Yeah.

- I'm fine.

Well, let me know

about the funeral, won't you?

Yeah, of course.

Now, if there's

anything else I can do...

Can you make it my dad

instead of my brother?

Can you make that happen?

Just trying to help, clover.

Right, then. Take care.

You...

You came!

Bloody good show, clover.

Well done, that girl.

What's all the mess?

Did you have a party?

Yes.

Yes, for Harry.

Why?

Well, his taking over the farm.

Harry didn't tell me

you'd given him the farm.

You... you didn't

want to come,

did you, to the party?

You never want to come.

Well, you're here now.

Stay for the funeral.

Of course.

What's this?

Home.

Since when?

Since the house flooded.

Our very own refugee camp.

But that was months ago.

Bloody insurance company

wouldn't pay out.

What happened?

Helen wouldn't say.

He took...

He was...

Oh, gun in the loo.

But...

Everyone was plastered.

He shot himself?

It was a bloody stupid accident.

Hello. Aubrey?

Oh, James.

Just wanted to check...

See if you needed anything.

Isn't he wonderful, clover?

James came to check on us.

He's a rock, a bloody rock.

Has anyone heard a forecast?

I'm sure they said

it was gonna rain.

You hear that, James?

Yes, sir.

Probably think about

digging some ditches,

shouldn't we?

I can talk

to some of the others.

Good boy.

Aubrey said it was an accident.

What did the police say?

Did they find a note?

You know as much as I do.

Was it still loaded?

I didn't know

it was still loaded.

Well, it must have been.

It blew his face off.

Can you pull over?

Pull over now.

Sorry.

It's fine.

Oh, Harry.

Milo?

What are you doing in there?

Aubrey?

Clever boy, Milo.

Oh. Bloody animal.

Wonder where he got to.

He was locked in the shed.

Must have been in there

for days. He was starving.

There was sh*t everywhere.

What was he doing in there?

Can't find a shirt.

Did you put him in there?

No, I bloody didn't.

If we get an animal

like that at the practice,

Aubrey, we call the police.

Oh, perhaps someone

shut him in during the party.

He's a bugger around sausages.

Look, we've got

to sort out this funeral.

Um, the morgue wants to know

about the, uh, date

and our wishes...

- Later.

- So...

We need to milk the cows.

Get your wellies on.

I didn't bring any wellies!

Come on!

Come on!

Come on!

Go on.

Hey!

Come on.

No, no, no, no, no, no.

Wait. Wait.

Hang on. Hang on. Hang on.

Get it straight. See?

Spread 'em out.

Right hand. Right hand.

You remember.

Yeah, feel for it. Feel for it.

Ah, come on.

Milo.

Should I take these ones

back to the field?

No, into the barn.

What? Why?

Hatfield's coming

to take them away.

You selling stock?

How many?

Just half the herd.

Keep some bloodline.

Build it up again.

But you're keeping

the pregnant ones?

No. He's taking those.

Well, I hope you're

getting double the price.

It's all sorted.

You don't have to worry

your little head about it.

They're here

in the barn waiting.

Thought you said noon.

Don't think I'm wrong.

Call me back. Cheers, Roger.

Was this Harry's idea?

The sale?

Need the money.

The stock is our only asset.

We sell the stock.

We get the money.

The farm is saved.

Harry gets the farm.

We have a party.

Everyone's happy.

I don't think Harry was happy.

It was just

a bloody stupid accident.

Catto here.

Yeah. That's right.

Canceled? What?

Yeah, well, Harry was in charge,

but he should have

run that by me.

Course we want to sell them.

Yeah, check. Do that.

Call me back.

It's canceled?

Bloody idiots,

they've screwed up somewhere.

Harry would never

have done that.

Maybe he did.

Don't be so stupid.

I'm not stupid.

What?

What are you on about?

Stop calling me stupid.

I've got 4 "a" levels,

2 degrees,

and I'm about to be

fully qualified as a vet.

I'm not bloody stupid.

So are we leaving

the stock up here,

or are we taking 'em

out to the field?

It's your farm.

Bloody marvelous.

Oh.

You all came. Bloody marvelous.

You want some digging done?

Damn right.

Uh, you know what you're doing,

where you're going?

Afraid the bloody digger's

buggered.

We brought spades.

Good man.

Let me take you up there.

Uh, sort this, will you?

I'll walk the boys up

to the site.

Hello.

Are you, uh...

Are you Mrs. Catto?

Uh, clover.

What's going on?

We've released

the licensed weapons.

I've got 'em here,

as well as Harry's clothes

and things.

What weapons?

There's shotguns.

We had to take 'em away

on the night,

but we've, uh...

We've released 'em now.

Right.

You need to lock them up.

This was round his neck.

Don't know if you...

Do you have a day

for the funeral yet?

Not yet.

You're not

waiting for us, are you?

Well, um...

There will be an inquest,

as with all suicides, but...

There won't be

any further investigation,

if that's what

you're worried about.

So you're ruling it a suicide,

not an accident?

I... i mean,

it's not official yet, but...

Steady.

Stop laughing, as well.

Oh, f***.

How does it feel?

Like tiny butterflies

kissing my wrist.

F***.

So we never forget. Yeah.

Only moving 200 cattle

off our land

in four foot of water

at 2:
00 in the morning.

Then, f***, for you, man.

Your tur...

Steady.

Stop laughing as well.

Oh, f***.

So were you at the party, then?

Yep.

Is that

where you got the shiner?

Was Harry happy

about getting the farm?

Was a pretty big deal

for him, wasn't it?

Yeah, of course.

I mean, finally Aubrey

trusted him.

He's not the easiest dad

in the world.

Harry was really chuffed.

I think maybe Aubrey was

still trying to run the farm,

with the sale and everything,

like he didn't trust Harry?

Is that why he canceled

the sale, do you think?

He had other plans?

- What's that?

- I don't know.

Think we should just

smooth around and carry on.

Hang on.

Is that a badger?

Jesus Christ.

There are more.

Can you tell

what happened to them?

They've been shot.

For f***'s sake.

No, Milo!

Oh, can you get him away?

Could you just go

lock him up somewhere?

Where are you going?

You're not going to call

the police, are you?

F***ing Aubrey. F***!

Ok. Very well.

Bye.

Where are you going?

Roger needs some more

paperwork for this damn sale.

They think you're

hiding something, do they?

Oh, don't be

so bloody ridiculous.

I just found dead

badgers buried out the back.

What? Where?

Shot dead.

Killing badgers

is the fastest bloody way

to get thrown in clink.

- I'm not that stupid.

- Ok, fine.

You know best.

I didn't have the keys

to the gun cupboard.

I gave them to Harry

about 6 months ago.

Harry?

Well, he wouldn't.

He's not stupid. He...

He isn't that stupid.

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