Train it? Yer couldn't train a flea.
Anyway, where yer gonna get
a kestrel from?

- I know a nest.
- Yer don't.

- All right, then, I don't.
- Where?

- I'm not tellin'.
- I said, where?

- You're hurtin' me arm!
- Where, then?

Monastery Farm.
Yer could have broke me arm then.
I'll have to see about
goin' round there wi' me gun.

- I'll tell t'farmer on yer.
- Why? What's he got to do with it?

- He protects 'em.
- Protects 'em?

Hawks are a menace to farmers.
They eat all the poultry an' that.

Ar, I know. They dive down
onto t'cows and take 'em away.

- Funny bugger.
- Well, yer talk daft. They're only small.

They eat mice, insects,
and little birds sometimes.

Hope I'll be watchin' a bird tonight. She'll
not have feathers. Not all over, anyway.

- Have you had any tea yet, Billy?
- No.

Well, get some, then.
You where t'pantry is.

- How's yer horses gone on, Jud?
- Not bad. Two winners.

You haven't.
Might be gettin' tret tonight, then.

- Oh, somebody treats you every night.
- Shut it!

And don't you be comin' home
blind drunk again, Jud.

- Why? Are yer entertainin'?
- You're kiddin'.

lf I entertained as much as you,
I shall do all right, shan't I?

What tripe you've been
goin' out with lately. My God!

- Better'n that cripple you bring home.
- What cripple? Reg? He's not a cripple.

Will be if he comes in here tonight. At
least them I go out with are not tightfisted.

Who is? You chuck your bloody money
around like a Scotchman with no arms!

Have to use a spanner to get
a threepenny bit out of his hand.

Aye, because he's comin' wise to you.
Listen, what about him you're goin' wi'?
Tight as a camel's arse in a sandstorm.

Keep yer hand over yer mouth talkin'
about him, cos yer'll get into trouble.

- You're not too big for a hidin'.
- He can't do it.