SUTCLIFF   I don’t like him seeing you here.
As Gilbert goes and knocks on the door, he sees Sutcliff pass a brown-paper parcel to Allardyce. Guiltily, Allardyce pops the parcel through Dr Swaby’s open window.

ALLARDYCE   You think he might tipple to it?
Having been opened, the parcel’s contents of kitchen waste tip out all over Dr Swaby’s lap.

DR SWABY   (tight-lipped and furious) Get in.
Dr Swaby, brushing off his lap, watches Gilbert waiting at the farmhouse door.
Jaunty toenail-clipping little sod. Biking around.
Seeing Dr Swaby looking at him, Gilbert touches his hat.
Don’t touch your hat to me, you festering, bunion-scraping little pillock. I want him out of that shop.

ALLARDYCE   (seating himself uneasily by Dr Swaby) Frank’s got the lease back now. It’s in his office.

DR SWABY   (psychopathically calm and sweet again) Well, what are we waiting for then, Henry?
Gilbert goes into the farmhouse.

INT. SUTCLIFFS’ KITCHEN. DAY.

MRS SUTCLIFF   Now let’s see if I can find you a little something.
Gilbert waits awkwardly as she goes into the larder.

(out of vision) Leg of ham suit you?
In the larder, Mrs Sutcliff picks up a ragged shank of ham with a bit of meat on it. She sniffs it. Mrs Sutcliff comes out of the larder with what looks to be a substantial brown-paper parcel, which she ties with string.
Keep this under your hat.
Gilbert gives what he imagines is a sophisticated wink, feeling he’s joined the club.

EXT. SUTCLIFFS’ FARMYARD. DAY.

Gilbert waves goodbye to Mrs Sutcliff, who comes out of the house and goes into an open shed with Gilbert’s parcel. Screaming, Preston rushes out of the open shed with a spade raised above his head. Gilbert sees the rat just as Preston smashes it with the spade. Picking it up by its tail, Preston watches Gilbert start off up the track and then returns to the open shed.

INT. OPEN SHED. DAY.

Mrs Sutcliff has emptied Gilbert’s parcel into the hopper of the mincer and is looking at the contents contemptuously. We see the rhubarb leaves. Then the dead rat is flung on top. Preston starts the motor and the stuff starts riddling through the mincer – potato peelings, blood, leaves and rat – dropping into the bucket below.

EXT. NARROW BANKED ROAD. DAY.

Gilbert has stopped to pump up a tyre. Hearing a noise, he looks up over the bank. In glimpses he can see Preston going through the woods with a bucket.

EXT. ‘STY’/WOODS. AFTERNOON.

As Preston opens the back door we follow him in. The pig looks up at him expectantly.

PRESTON   Soon you’re going to die, pig.
The pig smiles.
I’m going to kill you, pig.
The pig smiles on.
That’ll wipe the smile off your face.

EXT. NARROW BANKED ROAD. DAY.