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This is awful trash.

Yeah.

Perhaps we could go out for a wee while?

Where would you be running to at this time of night?

We could have a wee drink in The Stoker.

Ugh! That place is full of degenerates.

Elliott.

I think I have a --

It must be --

I don't know.

Same again, please, Claire.

No. What?

Thomas told me to cut you off until you pay the account.

I'm one of his best customers.

You have the biggest tab, but a customer actually pays.

I'll get it.

No. You can't buy another drink.

Shit's no different than any other night is it?

Why would you put up with this smug bastard?

Do you know, I ask myself the same thing

every fucking day.

Sure, why don't you go back to work for your da

if you've no money?Geez.

I'll just scrounge off of you, mate.

What do you reckon, Germans?

Germans would have more sense than to come here

and look at a pile of stones.

They're Canadians.

Canadians love wearing maple leaves.

What will you have?

Just a couple of pints of whatever is local, please.

You heading out to the cairn?

Why? Are you going to tell us to stay off the moors?

This Ireland lad, there aren't any moors.

Now, I wouldn't go traipsing out there alone.

Don't know which fields there's no wicked bull in it.

Are there any tour guides?

Oh, aye, sure. We can take you.

It's in his da's field.

How much?

And most people don't even know Bram Stoker was Irish.

Or that he got his inspiration here.

See, this land belonged to an evil old whore

named Abhartach, right?

And he would drained people's blood and drank it like water.

Locals tried to kill him, and he just kept rising

looking for the more.

Like Dracula? Fuck Dracula.

Folks round here don't like that word.

Fuck?Dracula.

You literally have a painting of him outside the bar.

We might as well get something out of the fact

Stoker came here. Pillaged our legend and used it.

To write the greatest horror novel of all time?

Well, it's worth a read, is it?

What, you haven't actually read it?

But that Abhartach, he was,

which is Gaelic for --Undead.

You've done your homework anyway.

Yeah, she loves this shit.

And what you probably don't know

is that a Chieftan called Cahan

stabbed the fucker through the heart

and buried him out here.

Someone from our time killed the original vampire,

and we don't even get the credit.

And since then, no-one's had the balls to move his grave.

Some people say that if you get too close,

you spontaneously start to bleed.

Like he's sucking it out of you just by being close.

Aye. Suck them without sucking.

It doesn't prove shit.

Stoker came to Six Mile Hill, heard this story.

A few years later, releases Dracula.

Did he ever say he was actually inspired by this story?

The story of Abhartach is the first story

ever written down about a blood-drinking creature.

And he's buried under there.

It's a pile of rocks in a field.

I've lived in that house all my life.

My da owns this land, and I am telling you

there is something underneath those stones.

And if you get close enough, you'll hear it.

Like we all did when we were kids.

Aye.

Try it.

Fine.

Be careful, mate.

Go on.

Some things are older than science,

older than God.

The Earth has it's own secrets.

Jesus! Christian!

That was some roaring you were doing there, chief.

It's only an old hand, huh?

You fucking pricks!Come on.

No point tramping all the way out here

and not getting a bit of a scare.

Haven't you guys got anything better to do?

Nope. No, we don't.

The man will never be in her bed again.

Bet she dumps him before they even get back on the plane.

That was a wild ream of shite you gave them.

"Some things are old than God."

I'd love to know if there's actually anything under there.

We'll find out soon enough

if this bypass goes ahead and rips through these fields.

Cut off at The Stoker again, huh?

He'll never learn.Probably not.

Go away!

Hey!

Told you about staying in that bar all night.

I wasn't in the bar.

That's the only mixer I can spare.

Cheers.

I've a bunch of broken slat and pit walls in the shed.

I might get a few.

And I might start rearing kangaroos.

Why don't you sell this old place on?

Ma wouldn't have wanted it so.

Aye, and she wouldn't want to see you buried

when the whole fucking thing tumbles in around you.

The bones are solid, da.

Why don't you come in for a cup of tea, and I'll show you?

Nah. I've too much on.

Are you busy otherwise?

Taking away.

I have a job if you want it.

We're doing the groundwork on the new bypass.

You're joking?

I'm not.

People in town are going to go mental.

About an old pile of stones?

Any one of them can come and see me.

Da, you're putting William and his parents off their land.

I was thinking that... you could run the job.

Tell them your name is on the side of that van.

I'm alright.

Grand. Then you pay me full rent for this mixer.

Give me a lift. Get up in the fucking back.

You a farmer now?

Oh, we've been ringing you all morning.

Was there a match today?

You're away, man.

You said you'd give me a wee lift home,

or did you forget that, as well?

What's that in your hand?

Don't worry about what's in my hand.

We thought you were dead.

Yeah. So, who stood in for me?

You probably needed two men in fairness.

S.P.

He can hardly run the length of himself.

Sure, neither can you.

S.P. is actually not a bad player.

Well, did he score?

No. Nobody scored except your man here.

15 points.

Oh, 15 points. That's impressive.

How's it feel to go out with the wee king?

Yeah, makes me feel like a queen, so it does.

Oh, fuck away off, the pair of you.

It does! It does!

Your da need any help around he farm?

I don't think so. Why?

I heard his bull keeps breaking out.

I could throw up a few fences for him if he wants.

Oh, who died?

Oh, for fuck sake.

Have I made that joke before?

Maybe once or twice Eugene, eh?

Well, there is something that I heard.

It's about your da being an undertaker.

God forgive you.

Oh. What was the score?

Oh, we fucking hammered them, George.

-Yeah, I was there. -He's a bullshitter, George.

Sure, we all know that.You're working on a Saturday?

Have to. My solicitors aren't cheap.

And the bypass has us ruined.

-And when do you have to be out? -Two months.

Well, you know, room at my place

if you need somewhere temporary.

Oh, that house is livable is it, eh?

Don't I fucking live in it?

Here, George. You know the body and shit like that.

Found more weird shit under the ground in me shed.

How old do you reckon that is?

Frigging Hamlet in a transit?

What's a Hamlet?

Oh, I -- I'm away in to help your ma with packing.

The poor woman is probably demented.

I don't know.

People are usually in better shape when they get to me.

-Worth anything? -I doubt it.

I'm sure there are plenty of dead things

in the ground around here if you want them.

See you.

Will you be in The Stoker later?

I'll see you there.

I want to chat to you about something.

Aah! Ohh!

Fuck are you at?

Da, I'm having a shower!

I know you're having a shower,

but why are you having it here?

There's still no hot water at my place.

It's your disaster, cub.

What's this dirty old head doing on my kitchen table?

I found it in the ground under the shed.

It might sound stupid, but do reckon ma's place

is built on some kind of historical site?

Geez, you know what the people are like in this town.

Everybody's ground is on a historical site.

I was thinking I could call a archaeologist or something.

Maybe they'll pay me to dig.

Is that your big plan, is it?

It's a human head.

Somebody's bound to be interested

in finding out who it belongs to.

It probably belongs to some pervert like you

who had no work and starved to death.

That house has been in your mother's family for generations.

And she didn't leave it to you so you could tear it apart.

Go out digging for skulls and fuck knows what else.

You need some direction, Cope.

What was the score?

Oh, hammered them. William scored 15 points.

Aye. Is that as good as I used to have?

Aye. Mm-hmm.

How'd you play?

Me? Grand. Did alright. Right.

Take it easy on the sauce tonight.

Got mass in the morning.

Aye. Just going for one.

Hey!Hey!

You're a wee shott.I'm leaving, Eugene.

The fuck you mean you're leaving us?

Oh, aye. It doesn't matter.

I'm leaving Six Mile Hill.

Eh? Where you going?

Australia.

What you going to do there?

They build roads and houses there, too, you know?

Big sharks who eat the balls off you, too, though.

I cannot swim.Can you not?

Well, if you're going to Australia --

Shh!I need a new gig.

Thomas is doing my head in.

I'm going to end up choking him on a shot glass.

What are yous talking about?

He's getting off about Francie.

Of course he is.

Ah, the old boy.

Couldn't fucking listen to him.

I'm just waiting for the right time.

Are you alright to get home.

Aye. I'll take, uh, the short cut

through the field there, sure.

Oh, have you a torch?

No. And there's no need. Seriously.

Come on. See if I have one in the van.

Why don't you come with me?

They wouldn't give a visa to a boy like me.

I told you you should have went to university.

Yeah, sure. If only I had your brains.

Get you out this shit hole.

Oh, come on. It's alright.

You only like it here because it's easy.

Well, it's not easy dragging you through this field,

that's for sure.

And you think that this where you're supposed to be

because you've never bothered looking anywhere else.

Well, aye, looking at Australia is well original.

But I suppose you'll fit in with all the other wankers

who think they're too good for home.

Hey, stop being a card and tell Claire, or I will.

Oh!

Are you serious?Fucking --

This again? This again?

Every fucking time you get drunk, man.

You really need to stay off those shots.

Fucking bastard!

Jesus, man.

Sorry, man.

So you should be.

Fucking stones are still sharp enough.

Are you okay?

Aye.

Stings.

Get out of that field!

Get the fuck!

He's saying he wants to take the body home.

What?

Is that even fucking legal?

I don't think we'll be bringing up another undertaker anyway.

Receive the Lord's blessing.

The Lord bless you and watch over you.

The Lord make his face to shine upon you.

It'll be alright, pet.

I'm sorry... for your trouble.

Two pints of stout there, Thomas.

Find someone else to drink, chief.

What are the fuck are you talking about, Thomas?

Give us a pair of pints.

You Moffats are nothing but trouble.

Not only did you get William killed,

but you're doing the job that is going to ruin this town.

The two of you should never have been in that field.

I heard you was even going to toss the cairn.

It's one of the only fucking reasons

people come to this town.

You're not welcome here anymore.

Let's go.

That's grand.

Many a man had a drink with me, but you didn't.

Nah, you know what?

I wouldn't drink the piss in here, anyway.

Better off drinking me own fucking piss.

I'll never darken that prick's door again. You know that?

Fucking yuppie cunt.

Just where did you get this yob from?

Found it outside me ma's house.

Do you reckon it's a man or a woman?

Yeah, sure. How could you tell?

Well they say you can tell by the skull size.

I don't know.

I wouldn't worry meself

about them pricks up the road, man.

They're making a mountain out of a molehill.

Come on S.P. William's dead, man.

It's not your fault

George Bogue can't handle his beast.

Maybe I should go away.

I wouldn't bother be bollocks.

I've been out there, and there's nothing there.

I still ended up in this kip.

Sure, where would you even go?

I don't know.

Somewhere I could get a fresh start.

You need money for that carry-on, chief.

And unless you've got some job I don't know about...

Did you put fucking diesel in that thing

like I told you to?I was going to do it tonight.

It's not doing any good Claire sitting there stalled.

This is day 1, Eugene.

We have 10 machines and 30 men

on this site this time next week.

It needs to be ready.

And get that pile of stones tossed.

Sorry for dropping you in it,

but you know he is right, Eugene.

Like, why didn't you put any fucking diesel

in the fucking thing?

You know, this is day 1. You ought to smarten up, cub.

You're funny. And more than that,

you poached me old dumper.

Back to work.

George.

Eugene.

How you doing?

Oh...struggling on.

How long you know your da was doing this job?

There was nothing we could do, man.

The government ruled on the bypass.

Did you know the night William was killed?

Were you keeping it a secret then?

Look, I'm leaving soon.

You won't have to see me anymore.

Oh, maybe Pauline and I will do that.

You know, next week, when we're thrown out of our house.

Get a flat in the city. Start over.

No kids or grandkids holding us back.

What do you want me to say, George?

What did you see here that night?

Nothing.

I'm going to give you some advice

since I've known you since you were a wee boy.

Don't toss this cairn, Eugene.

You're not fucking cut out for all this.

Gabriel, let's tear it down.

Not a chance, cub.What?

I'm not going to be responsible.

About what? Where's the cheeky old vampire?

You actually mental?

Eugene! What's the hold up here?

No hold up.

Go and put these in that dumper, you.

You give him a hand.

I'm actually a bit disappointed some fucker didn't jump out

and try and bite our necks.

You know what people in Six Mile Hill are like.

They're going to be pissed off about us tossing the cairn.

And the plant's so old, I don't think anyone would want

to steal it, but you never know.

They'll not get past me.

Here. Will keep you warm.

Thanks, Eugene.

Sure, we all just need a hand up now and again.

Enjoy it.

So what will you do when you leave?

Oh. Just hold on.

Have you told Francie you're leaving?

Are you mental?

I just can't see you in Australia.

But, William -- William I could see in Australia.

Eugene, come on.

I knew all about his plans.

I don't blame you for what happened to him.

Oh, God, you're ma was so good-looking.

Did you ever -- Did you ever figure out if --

Whether she meant to do it?

Aye. I don't know.

None of us do.

I know how it feels... kind of.

How old were you again?

7. Fuck. I still remember it, though.

Stupid fucking thing.

He was cutting sticks with a chain saw

that he didn't know how to use, and...

Oh, there was so much blood. I-I couldn't stop it.

And...by the time I got back with a neighbor,

um, h-he was gone.

It's hard?

Aye.

How did Francie tell of it all?

I don't know.

We haven't talked about her since the day and hour she died.

Hello?

Hello?

If you're here to protest,

come back in the morning and speak with Francie.

If you have the balls.

You hear me?!

Did you not tell Charlie to get them gates open first thing?

I did.

Then why in Jesus' name are they not open?

Anymore, I don't have the energy.

Come on! Right the fuck!

Did you take much soup last night?

Aye, just a couple.

So did you and Claire... you know?

Fuck away off.

Eugene, I need to go and see the client.

Are you happy enough to run the site?

Aye, cool.

I guess I'm in charge.

You're sacked.

Eugene! Come and look at this!

Someone here is having a laugh.

You think it was Charlie?

Charlie!

He's not here.

Just... get to work.

Find him passed out somewhere.

I'll find him.

Charlie?!

Charlie?!

The fucking bastard.

What's going on here, Eugene?

Were you guys using buckets and spades all fucking day?

Did you build that cairn back up?

No. Well, who did?

That mad drunk you hired to watch the place?

It could have been anyone from town da,

but I reckon we should just leave it.

I've figured out a way we can bypass it

if we just shift everything.

You're an engineer now?

You know, two months ago, you were a farmer.

Well, you put me in charge.

Now we're three days behind.

Look, I'm just trying to help.

If you don't want me to, fine. I don't have to be here.

You got somewhere else you want to be at?

Maybe.

Very good. Take Charlie home.

I might pull in a bit of overtime

to get this job back on track.

Charlie's not here, man.

How are you doing, Charlie?

Dead on, Francie.

And, so, your tracking him down has taken all blasting day.

Jesus! Charlie, what happened?

I-I-I don't know.

You were probably loaded and fell.

Eugene, get him off my site and get him checked out.

He's a death trap.

I'll run this job myself.

What the hell happened, Charlie?

Something turned in the evening, Eugene.

Jesus! Oh, fuck!

Francie, what happened?

Has he made shite of the van?

Eugene, you okay?

Check his head there.

Francie?

You made shit with the fucking van!

That drive shaft's banjaxed.

That wee fucker tried to bite me.

Okay. Let's just get off the site.

You've a job three days behind, you've wrecked the van,

now you want to leave the site sitting wide open.

Why don't we just do ourselves a favor

and drive the whole thing into the fucking lake.

There's something really, really wrong with him, Da.

Something even more wrong? It keeps busting my good lamps!

Fuck.

Charlie?

Charlie?!

If you bust now, then I swear to Christ

I will take into you like a good day's work!

Jesus. Gabriel!

Is that Charlie?

Did you see how fast he moved?

I've never seen anything like that.

Hang on. When you said he tried to bite you?

Aye.Like a -- Like a -- Like a...

Like a cunt.

You come with me and bring something to swing.

You stay here and get that dumper started.

I want to help!Don't argue, Eugene.

This is serious. I'm in charge here.

Gabriel! We're coming, lad!

Keys? On the table.

Charlie?

Fuck. Fucking light.

I know they're over here.

S.P. is always fucking moving shit.

Fucking S.P.

Fuck me!

Fuck off me, you bastard!

Why is he damaging the fucking lights, do you think?

You know how pricey them bulbs are?

Oh, sweet Christ.

It's a lump of hard hat.

You shit!

Fuck. Yeah.

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Did you get the dumper started?

We're dealing with serious crack here, son.

We found Charlie.Where is the fucker?

Stone dead.

What?!

Jesus!

Is that my new pole?

Fucking sick of this monster shit!

Don't just stand there looking at me! Come on!

That is disgusting.

Uh-huh.Maybe he was on drugs.

I took the coke once.

Got into six different scraps, didn't feel a thing.

That doesn't look like drugs.

What if it's the cairn?

Like we -- we found it built up exactly the way it was

and then Charlie doesn't show up until night and attacks us.

Aye, but if that was the problem,

wouldn't he have burned up when the pole

went through his heart?

Yeah. Wouldn't he have some fangs or some shit?

Maybe he was gonna grow some.Wake up, Eugene.

He's not got no fangs.

That bastard's just full drunk.

Oh, come on. Like, what are we supposed to do about this?

We might need holy water.

What is water supposed to do about this?!

Where's she going?

Or maybe give him back his heart, S.P.

Throw it in.

Oh, fuck! That's the best yet.

Da?!

I don't know what to do! I don't know what to do!

You never know what to do.

That's the job there. Good job, Claire.

That'll put an end to the fucking mischief.

Da. S.P.

Sweet Christ on the cross, what is it gonna take?

Stones, Claire! We need more weight!

Fucking bastard.

This is going to take some explaining.

We'll tell the cops our security guard was high on drugs,

and we buried him after he killed our digger driver

with a hard hat.

Do you think they'll buy it?

Eh, "He turned into a vampire,"

doesn't kind of sound right, does it?

There's nothing about this tells me

we're dealing with a vampire.

I see him stay alive for a couple of minutes after you --

Da, we're not dealing with two fucking dead hens here!

Look, we all love to take the piss

out of tourists for coming here, yeah?

But the night William died, I saw something weird.

His blood was getting sucked down

into the earth under the cairn

like there was something under there drinking it.

Maybe it was Abhartach drinking it.

Maybe he's still alive down there in the fucking dirt.

So, what? The stones were just there to hold him down?

You mean the stones you just moved?

Fuck!

Whose foot's that?

Fuck this! I'm out!

Get out of the fucking road!

-Get in here! -What the fuck is going on?!

We'll explain in a minute, George!

You the keys to this door handy?

Fucking spinning. There's a vampire on my site,

and the whore's is headed this way!

Have you boys been sniffing diesel fumes?

Charlie and Gabriel are dead, George.

I'm calling the police.

What did I say about the keys, George?!

All these people are gonna have to jam this door.

Come on, S.P.!

Hey.

How are you doing, Pauline?

What happened to her?

What do you think? She got worse after the funeral.

Look, I know this sounds mental,

but we might have let Abhartach out of the ground.

Shut up, Eugene!

Don't you think we've had enough to deal with?

It isn't coming yet.

Aye. Maybe your vampire stayed in the dirt.

Or maybe he's gone to town.

What? For a pint in The Stoker?

Right. Eugene, we need a plan.

Six Mile Hill.

Al... it's Eugene Moffat.

What's the crack, lad?

Uh, not much just... I need to report something.

You should really ring 999 first,

but anyway go ahead.

What do I say?

Let me talk to him.

I saw somebody hanging about the town earlier.

You're right to call in. What were they doing?

Being kind of creepy and suspicious.

Probably worth checking it out.

Where did you see this from? The front window of The Stoker?

I'm barred from The Stoker.

Ah. So, what did this person look like?

Uh, he was tall with... dark skin.

That's not a crime, Eugene.

We are a welcoming community, and --

Just go out and take a look around the town, okay?

Promise me.

I suppose I could go stretch my legs.

He's fucking useless. We need to check this ourselves.

George, can I have the keys to your Jeep?

Absolutely not.

I'll drive her.

Thanks, George. All the best.

S.P., fuck off.

Fucking useless calling the police.

Shotgun!Fucking S.P.!

Never learn.

Go straight to your parents house, Francie, please.

Shit.

Where are you going?What'd he forget?

See, that's the same.

Charlie's drink?

When is that cub ever gonna get himself sorted?

Jesus Christ.

George?

What's going on, Eugene?

The dirty bastard.

Do you reckon that's for the barbecue or something?

You steal my Jeep, and I still can't get rid of you.

And why is there a bottle of Charlie's

cheap sauce in your Jeep?

Now, you'd be too highfalutin to drink it, wouldn't you?

I don't know what you're talking about.

I've had enough of this shit.

Look, you're gonna answer the fucking question

or I'm going to --

Hold on, George. Hold on.

I'm not going to let you hurt me.

Maybe just calm down, George, okay?

I know we've all wanted to shoot Francie

at one point or another, but now -- now is not the time.

I'll give you a choice, Eugene.

You can turn around and walk away...

or you can stay and find out the truth.

You'll not be the same again.

I doubt we'll be the same again anyhow, George.

What's one more bit of old madness, huh?

I'm asking Eugene.

I want to know.

Do you remember the good room?

The good room?

Me and William were never allowed in there.

Well, you can go in now.

Da.

Well? Any crack?

William's down there.

How about a cup of tea?

The fuck you doing?

Well, is it sore?

Of course it's sore. It was neck surgery.

Well, you zigged when you should've zagged.

Aye, you try to play on our team without William Bogue.

See how well you do.

And you think you're supposed to be mixing that

with the medication?

Doctors are assholes.

What are you looking at, mate?

Hey, pervert. Me and her are just friends.

You're not going to see anything.

What?

My stitches just popped.

You're proper stoned.

Brian?

Brian, get up.

Brian?

Brian, get up.

Brian, get up!

I'm not sure where to start.

Maybe with a biscuit or two.

Fuck off, S.P.

What happened after he died?

I wanted to prepare him for burial myself.

Please.

Please just hand this job to someone else.

I don't want anyone else doing this.

Please! Please! Please! Please! Please!

Please! Please! Please!

Oh, please! No!

Jesus, it must have been some shock.

No, it was no big fucking deal, Francie.

And what happened next George?

He was weak...so I locked him in the good room.

He was hungry, so I gave him meat.

It wasn't enough.

I knew what he wanted.

Dad! Dad! Dad!

I wanted to put an end to it.

But I couldn't.

Is it an infection?

It comes up through the grave and into the stones somehow.

I pulled a piece of it out of William's hand.

This isn't Dracula.

People don't get turned from a fucking bite.

They get turned by the stones from Abhartach's grave.

I don't know. It's all a bit fucking mad.

It's my fault.

Obviously, we couldn't move house anymore

with a fucking vampire son locked in the good room.

I had to put a stop to the road.

I infected Charlie with a stone from the cairn.

If Charlie attacked the site, work would be shut down.

That's all I could think of.

Jesus Christ, George, I've known you for 20 years,

and you were going to kill me?

That's all you're going to take from the story?

I am sort of offended meself.

I haven't even known you that long.

What would you do if it was your son?

Jesus, I'd have him put down.

Cheers, Francie.

That's not your son, though, George.

William was a good person. He was happy.

Aye, that's true. He was a loyal sort of boy.

The kind you could always count on him to give you

a wee kick in the ass if you weren't doing your best.

Aye, he never tried to weasel out of a round.

Fuck knows if that thing would even buy you a pint.

He'd always use good manners when he was over at ours.

And that's it?

What?

That's all you remember about him?

Well, what do you want?

The cub had good fucking manners.

H-He'd a great right foot.

Probably the best right foot any man ever had in Six Mile Hill.

You were awful good friends to him.

I miss having yous about the place.

Sure. I suppose we're here now.

Uh, yeah. This is lovely.

Fuck up, S.P.

He can't stay like this, George. You know that, right?

I don't know what I'm supposed to do.

I don't know what I'm supposed to do.

I don't know.

You're alright, junior. Y-You're alright.

You're alright. You're alright, junior.

You're dead on. Good man.

Give me that fucking thing there.Eugene: Jesus, da!

We need to leave.

How do you work this fucking thing?

Wait.

Help me.

I want me balls.

Please help me finish this... for William.

Oh, fuck. I'll help you.

Aye, me, too.

I moved to the wrong fucking town.

What, uh --

What are we doing?

We need better weapons.

Sure, you'll kill fuck all with this shite.

What about sunlight.

I mean, that is the number-one vampire killer, surely.

Are there any ideas in there?

The problem with this book is it's fiction.

What's in there and what's out there is reality.

And the reality is you can't kill these things.

A stake through the heart will weaken them,

but to really stop them,

you have to bury them under the earth

and pile the grave with stones.

That's a load of old shit.

What about decapitation?

What?

He's hardly gonna grow a new fucking head, is he?

No, like, he's right. He's right.

Aye, and if it works on William,

it might fucking work on Abhartach.

Aye. How do we do it?

I'm definitely not going into that room near that man.

What sort of tools have you got, George?

You're doing nothing. Come on, like.

What are you doing?Security.

No Abhartach?

Fuck him.

What did you call your man that buried Abhartach

the first time? Cahan.

Well, he was able to put our friend in the ground,

and he didn't even have electricity.

And what if he thinks Cahan's still alive?

He'd want to be a pretty stupid fucking vampire,

now wouldn't he?

Well, maybe he'll tear the town apart

looking for someone who isn't there.

So, everything is still quiet, like?

Nothing strange going on?

I'm serious Eugene. If you call me again,

I'm going to plant drugs on you

and throw you to the mercy of the court.

Wanker.

Is it solid down there then?

Solid as a rock.Are you sure now?

because I don't want this here coming through the side

and taking a bedroom to me.

Geez, he'd be doing us all a favor.

For fuck's sake.

We need someone to throw him out.

I can do that.

No, da.

What is William going to care if you're there?

Be quick, alright?

Be careful.

Well, ballbag, you're looking well.

You want to come out for a bit?

Yeah?

Well, if you want to do some killing, here I am.

The fuck's going on?

It was my fault, man. Everybody knows it.

What are you doing, Claire?

Just trust me.

Come to me, pet.

No! No!

Fucking go!

Goodbye, son.

Oh, fuck.

The fucker got me.

Oh, Christ, S.P.!

I'm done. I'm done. I'm done. I'm done.

No. No. No. You're fine.

Don't get all fucking melancholy on me now, will you?

I had a good enough ol' run.

I got to fight some vampires. Not many men can say that.

I'm sorry, S.P.It's not your fault.

You're a wild man for taking the blame.

You know that?

Tell me da he was right, will you?

About what, lad?

He always said I had no ambition

and would probably die in front of the telly

with a can of beer in me hand.

Fuck it.

At least it's not a heart attack.

No.

How much more are we supposed to take?

I mean, this is insane.

One mate dead in here, and the other down there

nailed into a fucking coffin.

And the town's probably dead by now,

and it's all my fucking fault.

Seriously, what is the point of any of this?!

This is shit, alright?

I don't want to listen to crap like this.

He was just trying, cub, and you're fucking whining

and about to give up on him.

The job's not finished yet, alright?

Oh, Christ.

I'm sorry about everything.

The fuck?

Elliot. I think I have a --

I'll the go get the keys to the dumper.

Mom!

No, she's breathing. Check on James.

Mom.

There's a few people like this in the same shape.

And Brian McCauley's lying face down in the gutter,

blood flowing into the sewers.

Aye, but why are we not bleeding?

He probably needs to be close.

Like he's been going through the town,

and the blood's following him.

Aye, but where is he?

Maybe there's some sort of an old lair

where this is all flowing to.

Uh, that'd be paved over a long time ago.

He killed a lot of people, so maybe there are remains --

bodies, bones.

Shite. What?

I know where it is.

I'm staying with them.

Claire, we'll be back shortly.

This'll hopefully not be a big job.

Come on, Francie.

Where the fuck are we going? Eugene?!

Eugene --

I'm going to Ma's house.

That was his lair.

That's why there were so many bones in the ground.

What?

He's draining blood out of people in the town somehow

and I bet you it's going there.

Why?

Because he's hungry, and he's pissed off.

If I'd been in the ground that long,

I'd just want to sit in the house and drink, as well.

Of course you would.

Aye, well, the only difference is

if Abhartach binges all night,

the whole town's gonna be dead as fuck.

Come on.

Fuck this.

Da.

Door.

Right fucking mad.

I don't think he's here.

What about up there?

Are you close?

That's what it is. We're too close.

Okay. Mom, get up.

Okay. James, I'll come back for you.

I can't promise that I will, but I promise I'll try.

Come on. That's it. Come on.

She was some character.

Aye, she was.

I miss her... every day.

Me, too, Da.

I just want to stop being angry at her.

Just remember the good times.

You're 100% right.

Mom's maiden name.

O'Cain.

Cahan.

She always said she had chieftain blood.

I suppose that means you do, as well.

What the fuck are you at?

I thought you were giving me a hug.

What, are you 5 years of age?

Your arm's bleeding. Come here.

A fucking hug.

Shit. Da, he's close.

Aye, and he's gonna be looking for you.

'Cause I suppose you're the big chieftain now.

What?

That's as much as it's gonna affect you?

I'm made of fucking harder stuff than most, cub.

-What the fuck was that? -Aah!

Hey, boy.

Thanks bit of fuck.

Wake up. Wake up!

Come on. You're alright.

What happened?You fainted.

My jaw's fucking killing me.

Must have hit it on the ground when you fainted.

Did you punch me?

It really feels like you punched me.

Why in the name of Jesus would I punch you?

No, it's over. I got the fucker.

Aah! You dirty damping bastard!

Da!

Da, can you walk?I can hobble!

Good enough.

Oh no.

Ah! Fuck! Get off me!

Fuck!

How's the leg?

Come on.

Look. Come on. We need to get him into the sun.

Come on, Da.

Just get back, Da. Just get back, Da.

Aah, fuck!

Da! Fuck!

Da, could you not see the hole?!

Come on. Aah!

Bloody hell.

I've got to try. Come on. Come on.

Shh, Francie. Shh.

Burn, you bastard.

Oh, shite.

Sunlight doesn't work, either.

George was right, we just can't kill this cunt.

Look, we'll bury the bastard here

and put him back in the ground.

It's the only thing that'll work.

Don't do this.

Fuck.

Francie. Francie!

I'm not leaving you here, just helped me think.

I just need a fucking weapon, something to weaken him.

What about that?

No way.

It's only in that leg. It's fucked anyway.

I'm sorry, Da!

Da! Da! Da!

Francie. Come on, Da.

Fuck.

Cheers, Francie.

How's it going?

Dracula? Oh, aye, I read it.

It turns out sunlight can't actually kill him.

No? It was invented by some German director

like 20 years after the book was written,

I guess you learn something new every day.

Aye.

Glad to see you're filling your days productively anyway.

Claire, this is important shit for me to know.

It is?

One more for the road?

My taxi will be here in a minute.

Well, you'll have a great time.

Show the others how it's done.

Oh, I will.

Sure, I'll be back in a year.

You can come see the house then.

Aye? It's totally livable now.

Brand-new kitchen, the like.

I'll even cook you dinner or something.

Definitely, yeah.

Try to avoid all those poisonous snakes and spiders,

and I'll come back home.

Get taken out by your fucking cooking.

Hilarious. Yeah.

Good bye, Eugene.

Hey, good luck, Claire.

That's the new living room done.

You did a good job on the wiring.

I don't know how the fuck what where you hung

that hall door, though.

I fixed it anyway.Ah, cheers, Da.

I left you a bit of stone from that fireplace.

Your granddad must have put that in.

So, what else has to be done?

Just take it easy. Come on.

Peg leg, Eugene. I'm not fucking dead.

Anyway, plenty of time left in the day yet.

Seriously, Da? Just go and enjoy your weekend.

Will I see you at the match tomorrow?

Aye, might take a run down.

She'll be happy, the luck you have in the place.

Aye, she would.

See you later, cub.

See you, Francie.

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