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- Okay.
- Right?

Let's go.

Torches aren't working, but
I've got this wood and candles.

- Dad!

Are you all right, Dad.

What's, what's
that on your face?

You're bleeding!

Dad?

What's the matter?

Stop messing around, Dad.

Where's Mom?

We went up to the house and
the front door was wide open.

Where is she?

Dad, stop messing around.

You're scaring me.

Dad!

Sean, do you think he's
had a stroke or something?

Why is he just standing there?

- I don't know what to do Viv.

Should we bring him in?

- Viv.

Vi, Vi, Vivian.

Vi, Viv, Vivian.

- Where's the lunch bag?

- Oh, sorry, Granddad.

Go get it from your
gran, will you?

- You forgot your lunch.

Enjoy your trip home.

Say hello to your mum, will you?

She needs to stop
working so hard

and come visit us old folk.

- I'll tell her that, Gran.

Thanks for the sandwiches.

It's a long trip
back to Inverness.

- Aye, it is that.

Don't go sleeping.

Keep your granddad
awake and entertained.

You know what he's like.

Yeah.

- Eh, you've forgotten
something else as well.

- I, I just fixed that.

- Ah, she's a bonnie
lass, she really is.

But she's a
scatterbrain as well.

- Aye, a bit like her mother.

Too much in her mind.

- I'll be having a
good chat with her

when I get up there tonight.

And I'll see you tomorrow.

- Don't be too hard in her, Jim.

She's been through a lot.

- Aye, may be, but she
coulda made it up here

for the holidays.

- She needs the money.

- We could have
helped her out there.

You're
joking, surely.

She's as stubborn as you are.

Take care of this old
fool for me, will ya?

See you in a few
weeks, Zoey darling.

And tell your mum
to get down here

the minute she
gets some time off.

- Bye Gran.

- Have you forgotten
anything else, have you?

- Hope not.

- I just wish you'd
left hours ago.

It'll be dark before
you get there.

- I know, I know.

Can we go up
the Old Man of Storr?

You seriously
want to go up there today?

Ugh. Why not?

Go up where?

You can't see anything
for the bloody rain.

- You all turn 'round
and I'll set the timer.

Christ. Come on guys!

Whatever.

- Great. Here it goes.

Hold those smiles.

Got a real sense
of foreboding, doesn't it?

- Aye, it does, mate.

I'm not sticking around.

It's freezing.

One minute sunshine
and the next minute

it's blowing a gale
and pissing it out.

- Give it five minutes.
It'll be glorious again.

- No. Whatever you see.

- Where's Sarah?

- She never left a car.

- That sounds about right.

There's a man up ahead.

Aye, I can see it.

Don't stop, Granddad!

- You've been living in
Inverness too long lass.

We don't drive past people here?

Put the window down, Zoey.

How's it going sir?
What's the problem?

- How you doing?

My bike's not working
a way up the road.

Oh, well, we'll take a wee look.

Worst case, we can drop you
down the nearest garage.

- Really?

I mean you'd be
an absolute legend

if you could and it'd be
really much appreciated.

- Ah, no problem. Hop in, sir.

- Are you sure?
- Aye.

- Thanks so much.

I'm Brodie by the way.
- Jimmy.

And this is my
granddaughter, Zoey.

- It's nice to meet you both.

Aye.

- Oh for fuck's sake, you've
got to be fucking shitting me.

Who are these fannies?

What speed are they doing?

- Hey, wind down the window
and get them some abuse, Baz.

- Did you see that?

Pull the car over, mate.

I'll wrap his head off.

- Barry, I think you're
forgetting why we're here.

Pull the car over.

- Barry, calm down. Calm down.

Seriously,
what the hell was that?

- Idiots.

- I don't even think they're
from around here, guys.

Least I bloody hope not.

- Are you okay for fuel, Jimmy?

- Aye, more than half a tank.

- Same thing
happened to my bike.

Aye, the same thing.

- Where are you going, mister?

Checking on my bike.

- Zoey, turn the key.

I wanna see what's
going on here.

Must be the battery.

Have you got your
phone, darling?

- Do you want me to call Gran?

- Aye.

Ask her for the number
for the garage at Portree.

Hopefully Tom's not too
busy and he can pop down.

- I thought I charged it.

The battery is completely dead.

Did you see that?

- Christ, it sounds like
they're ringing in my ears

after a 24 hour rave
and four eccies.

- Did you bloody well see that?

See what, Sarah?

There was a guy, up there.

- Where?
- Up there in the bend!

- Where is he now?
- I said there was someone

up there as in there isn't
someone up there anymore.

- There is something there.

- What are you doing?

- I'm going to take a
look darling. You coming?

- Oh, like fuck I am.

- Suit yourself.

- Why do you think our car
died right here by this bike?

- Oh, I don't know, Baz.

Do I look like I'm blessed
with all the fucking answers?

- No you don't.

You absolutely don't, Sarah.

Such an asshole.

- Where did you
go, Mr. biker man.

- What was that, Granddad?

- Ah, it sounded like
machinery or something.

- No, it didn't.

- Oh, it was probably
just one of the farms

up over the hill.

Either that or the
Biasd Bheulach!

- The what?

- The Beast of The Odail Pass.

Have you never heard of it?

Ah, it's a demonic creature

that haunts this
area for centuries.

- Beasts? Demons?

Granddad, please.

- I'm just pulling your leg.

Actually, I remember
when I was a wee lad.

Probably a little
younger than you are now.

I was down the sea cliffs
one day with my pals

looking for crabs and we
heard this enormous crash.

We almost died, so we did.

- What was it?

- Oh, it was a farm trailer.

Well, the mangled twisted
remains of one anyway.

- Really?

Yeah, the farmer had
forgot to put on the brakes

when he detached it and just
rolled on over the edge.

Made a hell of a
noise, so it did.

- Nothing like the noise
we just heard, though?

- No, but we didn't know that
until we found out later.

- What do we do now?

- Oh, I suppose we can go
help Brodie to push his bike

until it kick
starts or something

and then he can go
and get us some help.

It'll be easier than
pushing this car, anyway.

- Would that even work?

- Well, to be honest, pet,

I'm not sure, but
it's worth a shot.

- Who's that?

- I don't know.

- Where's Brodie, Granddad?

- I'm not sure.

- Is that man
carrying his helmet?

- Quiet.
- But, but where's Brodie?

- Don't say a word.

I don't like the
looks of this guy.

- Whoa, relax old man.

I come in peace.

You recognize this?

- Yes.

- What the hell
did you do to him?

- Quiet.

- Oo, feisty one, that.

I'd keep her in line
if I were you, old man.

Little clip behind the
ear always does the trick.

- What do you want?

- For your information

the reason that I'm down
here speaking to you two

is that our vehicle has
decided to give up the ghost

down there right next to
this vanishing man's bike.

- Liar!

- Now I might not
be an A-grader,

but I'm guessing that's pretty
much the same predicament

that you find yourselves in.

- Correct.

- But I'm a great
believer in seeing things

with my own eyes.

So start the car.

Just start the
fucking car, please!

Thank you.

He's pretty
scary, Granddad.

- Yes he is.

Now I wish we had
left before lunch.

It'll be dark
before we get there.

- It's okay, Granddad.

- Ah, it'll be fine.

- What happened to Brodie?

- No idea.

- Don't slow down.
- Just go for it, Conal.

I can't. It's
not doing anything.

- Start the engine, start it.
- The power's gone.

- Quick!
- The power!

The key's not doing anything.

- Hey!
- Welcome to what appears

to be a Scottish version of
the Bermuda Triangle, folks.

Hey, stay there.

- Don't ever stick your
finger up at me again, pal!

- Who do you think you are?

- You want one as well, do ya?

- What the hell is your problem?

All of you. We didn't
do shit to you.

And you guys think
you're super smart.

- You're all a
bunch of arseholes.

- I'll tear the hair
right out your head.

- Really?

I count three of
you and four of us,

so maybe calm down a bit!

- Just leave it, Conal.

Just leave it.

- Yeah, just leave it, Conal.

It's not worth it.

- Come on, man!

Shouldn'ta done that.

- Conal, watch out.

- Oh for crying out loud.

- Who's this old guy?

No, that's the
old man from earlier.

I have a feeling he
is our best chance

of getting moving again.

- No point hiding that
bat. I know it's there.

- I just don't wanna make you
feel uncomfortable, old man.

- Where's Brodie?
- Who?

- The biker.

- Oh, I still haven't
met this biker friend

of yours, mister.

- You guys, okay?

- I'm afraid I can't
let you do that.

- What happened?
- Well, these idiot idiots

tried to run us off
the road earlier.

They punched Finn and
hit Conal on the head

with that fucking baseball bat.

He could actually die
for Christ's sake.

- Oh, come on. Stop
being so dramatic.

Oh, he's not going to die.

He's just a little fairy

that can't take a
little dink to the head.

- A dink?
- Uh huh.

- Are you actually shitting me?

You are a moronic idiot.

- Oh shut up.

Is he okay?

- I think so. He's
still breathing.

That's the main thing.

- I've got a first ait kit.

I'll go and get it.

- Oh, you're going
nowhere old man.

- Don't try and tell
me what to do, son.

I've put down braver
men than you before.

- Any strange beasts
in these parts?

Wolves, bears?

- Don't be daft.

There haven't been wild bears
in Scotland in centuries.

- Yes, I know that.

But I've had tales of
them being released

back into the wild up here.

We get them back home,
but come on, seriously?

Wild beasts.

- And then it might be
our missing biker friend

playing funny games.

Go and check it out, Baz.

Take your new friend with you.

- I'm not going back there.
- Yes you are.

- Don't push me.

- What the hell is
that, you see shitebag?

Looks like an oil.

I want to hear an educated
answer from yourself.

Enlighten me as they say.

- it looks like oil,

jelly or mold.

- What is it?

- Get off me.

How should I know?

Not a fucking scientist, dude.

I take photos for a living.

- Is that right, is it?

Did you find anything?

Give us a
minute, will you mate?

You must have a
camera with you, then.

- What?

- Must be worth something. Huh?

- Not really. Got
it second hand.

Dropped it earlier today.

Doesn't even work anymore.

- Yeah, right then.

- Look, you're not even
bothered about this.

Couldn't give a shit mate.

- Baz!

Baz?

I thought he
walked back to be with you?

- What happened?
- Baz!

- I have no idea.

- Baz?

Well, isn't this a bloody
mind fuck of a day.

Oh, thank God,
Conal, are you okay?

- Look, leave him be for now.

Got a first aid kit
back in the car.

I'll go and get that.

- Not so fast, old man.

- I'm going back to the car.
- Not alone.

- When were you so
concerned about my safety?

- I'm not.

But it appears you know
these parts better than us.

- And?
- Let's walk and talk.

- What are we gonna do?

- I have no idea.

That man's a wild one.

I don't trust him up
there with that old guy.

- What happened?
- He hit you with a bat.

- Seriously?

- You're gonna have some
size of lump on your head.

I'm so sorry honey.
Are you okay?

- What are you apologizing for?

I'm, I'm a little
groggy, but I'll be fine.

- Just sit still.
- Okay.

Help me out.

The old man's on way back for a-

- I'm saying help me up.

- Oh, look at you on
two working wheels.

What the hell are
you doing here?

I told you to stay in the car.

- There was something shaking-

- I told you to stay in the car.

- Sorry Granddad.

- Those wheels might just
come in handy actually!

- Yeah, that they may.

Gramps, how far to
your humble abode?

- 15 mile, give or take a mile.

- You willing to cycle that
bike for some help, Zoey?

- Don't try and
act so nice girly,

after what your boyfriend did
to that lad down the road.

- I'm not acting nice, Granddad.

This group breakdown is
a fucking inconvenience

for all of us and we
all need her help.

How else are we gonna get it
if we just stand around here

all day talking shite, huh?

What's the chances
of another car

passing through this late
in the afternoon, I wonder,

on a wee back road like this.

Pretty slim.

And even if one
did, it's guaranteed

to just break down
like the rest of us.

So, can we just send you
pretty little granddaughter

on her merry little fucking way

so we can get some
fucking help around here?

- Oh, oh Jesus Christ.

Whoo. Come here.

When you talk, you talk.

And when sense leaves talk,
my God, do you talk that?

Look, another car.

If, if it does come along here,

will be in the same predicament

that we find ourselves in now.

Never a truer word spoken.

- There's a farm
up over the hill.

- Well then that's
our destination.

Zoey, my girl, get pedaling.

You are going on a
road trip to Granny's.

She's still alive,
isn't she? Gramps?

Come on.

- Zoey, go back to the
car and get your bag.

There's some juice and
sandwiches in there

that your Gran packed.

It's gonna take a
lot of pedaling to
get home before dark.

So, ride fast and be safe.

Are you up for this darling?

- Yes, Granddad.

- No go on.

Off you go.

- I really enjoyed
this trip up until now.

- How do you feel?

- Bit of a throbbing headache.
But I'll be all right.

- You're concussed.

- Look, I've had worse,
remember that trip to Iceland?

- Yeah, that was a car crash.

This was a bat slammed
off the back of your head.

Not to mention we're broken
down in the middle of nowhere.

Three complete idiots
hanging around.

One of which, you know
the bat wielding kind.

No, actually all of them
are mentally unstable.

Or just downright fucking crazy.

- Well there's only two
of them out there now

and I don't know if
that guy's unstable.

He's just an absolute rocket.

- I like that, absolute rocket.

- Where did that
other guy go, though?

I don't actually know.

- Alright, you've had
your fun and games.

Show yourself, huh?

Face me like a man.

Chicken shit are ya?

Thought you'd just dragged
me all the way up here.

Try and scare me, huh?

Well that didn't work,
did it, Mr. biker man,

'cause here I am calling you out

and you're the one
sitting out of sight,

knowing I'd fucking
demolish you!

- So why are folk like you
up in these parts anyway?

Surely it's not for the seafood.

No, I'm
not a fan of seafood.

Why?

- Never been a fan of
the sea in general.

- So here you are on an island

on the west coast
surrounded by water.

Why are you really here?

- Told you that, old
timer, I'd have to-

- Yeah, yeah, you'd
have to kill me.

You're a walking,
talking cliche.

- Look, me and my crew

just do what we need
to do to survive.

- Survive, huh?

It's not exactly the
end of the world.

You're not walking the
Earth looking for answers.

Get yourself a job.

- I have a job.

- You wouldn't know a real job

if it came up and
bit you on the arse.

- Jesus Christ. Who
the hell are you

to lecture us
getting a real job?

Problems right now, Granddad.

Baz and the other guy
are missing for starters.

- That other guy,
his name is Brodie.

- Oh, who gives a flying fuck.

For a woman you
sure have a dirty mouth.

- Did you actually
just say that to me?

Stop laughing, Trev!

Look, that biker guy
is out there somewhere

and my guess is he's taking
the utter piss out of us.

He's probably up
there in those bushes

having a right fucking
laugh at our expense.

Yeah, probably did some
something to Baz back there.

It's true.

- He could be a bloody serial
killer for all we know.

Another option and one that
I just can't bloody fathom

is that two grown men,

have completely vanished
off the face of the Earth.

And we are just standing
around here like idiots

not knowing what to
do with ourselves.

- Yeah, well I
suppose you're right.

They have vanished.

Listen, I suggest
we get the others

and we head up to the
farm before it gets dark.

Otherwise we're gonna
be waiting quite a while

for my granddaughter
to come back with help.

And I can guarantee you this,
it's gonna be a chilly night.

- Is this where you
live, you arsehole?

- Cozy in here. Hmm?

Very cozy.

- Great. Just walk
in, why don't you?

- So what's happening then?

- Oh, my granddaughter,
Zoey's taking her bike

and riding back to our house.

She'll get her gran to
call the local garage.

- Will she be all right?

- Aye, aye, she'll be fine.

How's your head?

- I'm fine.

So just sit here and wait
for her to get help, then?

- No, we head up to the farm.

- What farm?

- There's one up that road.

How
do you know that?

- Why don't you
tell them, Granddad?

How far is it?

- Oh, half a mile, a mile
at the most, no more.

Aye, but there's a, there's
a track further down.

But we can cut through here
and, and, and join up with it.

Will they
have power up there?

- I guess that's the
point in heading up there.

Find out.

- Why all of us?

- Yeah, we don't all have to go.

And you're certainly
not going anywhere

with the head knock, son.

- I'm fine.

But what's the point in
all of us going up there?

- Well, you can wait here

for another car to
come down the road.

- Don't tell me what to do

after what you did to
me you fucking idiot.

- Don't get your
knickers in a twist.

I apologized for getting
a little bit outta sorts.

I just have a
tendency for violence.

It releases the, the
tension inside me.

- Mm. Mm-hmm.

- Oh, I guess we're
even now. Huh?

Maybe.

- You good?
- Yeah, I'm fine.

And I'm going with 'em.

- Why?

- 'Cause I'm not sitting
here waiting all night

for a car that may
or may not come

on a track in the middle
of God damn nowhere.

- Yeah, you're right.

Even if one does come

it'll probably break down
just like the rest of us.

- I'll stay
- Really?

- Well one of us
has to hang around.

Lock the doors.

- I'm staying with you, then.

- Thanks babe.

- Aye, will probably not
be another car along here

at this time of the day.

It isn't exactly a main
road, but you never know.

Jesus, what's all that?

- What?
- Is that a boot

full of knocked off whiskey?

- Listen, old timer.

I don't feel comfortable
sharing details

of my lifestyle with yourself.

- Why nick a load of booze
and then and flee up here?

- We aren't fleeing.

- Well you coulda fooled me.

I've met a few like
you over the years.

You're a con man and a thief.

I might be a thief
but I'm not a con man.

- Geez.

Everyone has a reason

for being up here at
the back of beyond.

My reason is I live here.

Why do
we need a reason?

- Well, I, I understand
the tourists.

They're up here for a wee
jaunt around the island,

nothing more.

But you three,
what's your story,

what's your reason?

- I see where this is going.

- I mean obviously it's got
something to do with that booze.

I think you're full of shit.

I think you're the
type of man that,

and I use that term loosely,

that would run a mile at
the sign of real trouble.

And I'm surprised you
haven't cleared out already.

Even with all that
booze in your boot.

What did you do?

Did the three of you stand
around the back of a truck

and wait for someone to
turn their back for a second

and thought you'd try your luck?

What's it worth?

- You got me, oh man.

But I'm not the bad guy here.

We're to stop here
visiting an uncle,

trying to stay out of
trouble for a few weeks.

There's nothing more
to it than that.

- Yeah, well then, then
stay out of trouble.

- Why don't you put
that case down? Huh?

Now turn around.

Yep.

Now open the door.

- Why?

There's absolutely
nothing in there.

- Okay, look, that's just
a private tasting room.

We, we don't keep any
money through there.

It's just bottles of whiskey.

Some of 'em don't even
have labels on them.

No, they come straight
from the cask,

which means just for
checking and and tasting.

- Oh, open the door.

- Look son, you can point
that gun at me all you like

but there's really nothing
interesting in there.

I don't even have
the key to that room.

- Well, Francis,
you open the door.

- Oh come on.

Let's go through to the shop

and you can have
what's in the till.

Oh-
- Aye,

leave the whiskey behind
for Christ's sake.

- Why are you two still arguing?

Everything's paid for
by card these days.

There's fucko in there.

- Of course there is.

Tourists, tourists have cash.

Just take the money.

- There is, there's
money in the till.

Look, I'll take you back
through the shop front

and I'll hand it over myself.

- It's the whiskey we're after.

I don't give a hoot
about the money.

Now, there's a couple
of vintage bottles in there

I'm guessing.

- Just take the money.
- Oh fucking hell Francis.

Everybody knows

that vintage whiskey
is liquid fucking gold.

- Voila.

- Good haul, eh?

- Not bad my friend.
- Lovely.

- Yeah.
- It's unknown.

- Oh you know the
plan, my lovely lassie.

Mwah.

We head to Baz's uncle's
on the Isle of Skye.

God knows, he's always
harping on about him, huh?

- Hell yeah.

- I'm not a bad guy here.

- Where are you
hiding, Mr. Biker man?

- Did you hear that?

- Ah, it's far away.

- Yeah, but how
far away exactly?

- Far enough that
we should get going.

- I'm not so sure.

Sounded like it was
coming from up there.

Is that not where we're headed?

Day just gets worse with
every passing minute.

- I'm still going.
- You sure?

- Yeah.
- Let's get moving.

- Come.

- What are you?

- Are you fucking joking?
You just fucking shot me.

- Jesus, hon, lower the gun,

I don't think he's one of them.

- You're right.

I'm so sorry.

- Fuck you.

- Who the hell are you?

And what are you
doing in our house?

- A bunch of us broke down

- I think it's from
more than just the farm.

Could be further afield.

Reckon there could
be more of them.

- I don't know hon, could be.

More of what?

- Go and get the first aid kit.

We better bandage him up.

- More of what?

- Keep quiet.

You are in a bad way and we
need to stop the bleeding.

- Brodie?

- So you chaps on
holiday, are you?

- Yeah. Been here a week.

Still got one week left.

- Enjoying it? At
least until now.

- Yeah, it's been great.

Never been to Skye before.

- Yeah, my grandfather's from
a place called Dunfermline,

and Conal has family there too.

Do you know it?

- Oh yes. The kingdom of Fife.

Aye, it's a fine place.

- She loves Edinburgh
though. Amazing city.

Nothing like where
Alaska's from?

History, the architecture
castle up on the hill.

- Yeah. It's so
beautiful and mysterious.

You know, in the shadows
of an ancient volcano.

- Oh yeah Edinburgh is a
special place, I agree.

But still there's nothing
better than being here

on the Isle of Skye.

- Cut the boring chit chat.

How far away is it, Granddad?

- I think it's this way.

- How much further?

- We're here.

- Fancy a game of cards?

Not particularly.

- Come on, it'll pass the time.

- I'm honestly not in
the mood right now, Finn.

- It'll be all right.

- I'm not so sure.

Everything just
feels out of place.

- I know.

- What's that noise
we keep hearing?

It doesn't sound
like anything that

or basically anything normal.

I mean what the
hell is it, Finn?

Wind, machines,

tractors stuck
halfway up a hill.

Who knows?

Look, someone will turn
up and if they don't,

they'll call for some
help up at the farm.

- Will they?
- Yeah.

- You promise?
- I promise.

I will beat you at cards.

- Whatever.

- What game do you want to play?

- Jesus Christ. I
really don't care.

Look, it's gonna be dark soon
and I'm getting freaked out.

So can we not just, just snuggle

under the blanket or something?

- We'll be fine.

Like I say, someone will call

for some help up at the farm

and then someone'll show
up in an hour or so.

Two at the most.

- Do you honestly believe that?

- Not really, but we
have to live in hope.

- Sorry.

Hey now!

- Name.

- Uh, I'm Conal.

- You?
- Alaska.

Name!

- I can be anyone you
want me to be darling.

- Yeah?
- Oh Jesus Christ.

Just tell her your name.

- I'm not telling her anything.

She can suck-

- Do you know what?

I don't give a shit
what your name is.

You I do know, Jimmy.

- What's happening, Vivie?

- I don't know.

- Where's Sean?

- He's in there
with one of yours.

- Baz? Baz!

- Get inside everyone.

It's not safe out here.

- What do you mean
it's not safe?

- Inside, now!

- Baz!

What the actual
fuck happened here?

- Where did the Conal
put the little portaloo?

- Gross. I don't know.

- Sorry.

Hey, they must've reached
farmhouse by now, surely.

- You'd think so.

It's freezing in here.

- Yeah. Big time.

Actually, can we
just get all the sleeping bags

and blankets and get under
them before it gets worse?

I can't feel my fingers.

- Aye, go for it.

Caitlin?

Caitlin!

Caitlin!

- Guys? Guys!

What is it?

- Look, it's over
there by the barn.

A man and a woman just
standing there staring at us.

Who are they?

My mom and dad.

- Pam and Andy?

That's not your
folks hun, remember that.

Breathe.

- It's the craziest
day my entire life.

What's wrong with those
people, your mom and dad?

Why are they just
standing there?

Sean!

anyone care
to give me an answer?

- Lock the door. Lock the door!

- We can get out while
they're out there.

Stay low and be quiet.

- No.
- Hold the gun.

Come on, dearie.

Come on. Hurry up.

- You do realize he's not
coming with us, right?

- Yeah. I'm not staying, Baz.

- Aye.
- Sorry.

- Bitch.

Mate, what's coming
through that door?

- I don't know, Barry.

- Go look after your girl.

I'm just pissed I couldn't
meet up Uncle Charlie.

- Listen, listen Barry.

Yeah, I'm confused
as fuck, mate.

This is utter bullshit!

I think it's that biker man
playing fucking funny games.

- She said, she said
it was her mum and dad.

- Take this, take this.

- Piss off. You're gonna
need that more than me.

- Oh fuck.

- Carry on.

Go mate.

- Fuck.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

- Cheers mate.

- Hey, watch out!
- Look out!

- Dad, please!

- Vivian!

♪ I don't want your pity

♪ And don't need your help

♪ It's nobody's fault here

♪ It's the cards up and down

♪ Gambled and cheated

♪ Most of my life

♪ I feel like an outlaw

♪ In his last gun fight

♪ There's nowhere to lay
down my head for the night ♪

♪ Remember the time when
you were by my side ♪

♪ I took these doors down

♪ To keep moving

- What's going on?

What is is?

- There's a caravan.

- Eh?
- Well let's just say

it's not very well parked.

There's a car and a
bike sitting there too.

Can't see anyone from here.

- I really need your help.

- What's with the
crazy parking, son?

What are y all up to?

- You'll think I'm
some kind of mad man.

But I'm not, I swear.

- What are you talking about?

- They're all gone.

- Who's gone.

- Look, she's gone.

- Who the hell is gone, son?
- Caitlyn!

- What kind of shit are
you pulling here son?

Is anyone else in there?

Stay there. I'll be
back in a minute.

- Well, can you call the police?

- Yeah, I might just do that.

No signal. Surprise, surprise.

Shit.

Cameron.

- Oh geez. What, what?

- Get up.

What is it?

- Someone over there
by the caravan.

A young guy.

In a bit of a state.

- Seriously. What's wrong, like?

- Well, hello mate.

- Did you get through?

- No signal.

- That's what happens.
- What do you mean?

- Well, none of us have power.

- It has power. Just no signal.

Cameron, check your phone.

- Aye, power but no signal like.

Wait, so there's power now?

You're right.

- Listen, did this
Caitlyn wander off?

What happened to her?

Did you guys have an argument?

- No.

- We're gonna take a
look in there. Okay?

Don't even think about trying
any funky shit, though.

I might be gray on top, but
I'm fitter than most guys

your age and Cameron,

well he's a little worse
for wear this morning.

But my bet would be on him.

Maybe.

- Thanks for the vote
of confidence like.

- I'm not arguing with you Mr.

I'm just telling ya,

something took my
girlfriend last night.

- Last night?

- What, wait, what do
you mean some thing?

Like, well what about the,
the car and the motorbike?

Eh, where's everybody else like?

- Up at the farm.

Go for it. Take a look.

- Nothing to see in here.

Some scattered bits and
bobs, no body parts either.

I'm uh, gonna check
the other car.

Fucking hell!

- What is it?

- It's some vintage whiskey!

- Don't.

- Ah, come on man.

I mean look, it's
the proper stuff.

It's the good stuff
that you don't mix

with Coke or Irn Bru like.

- Put it back.

- Fine.

- Mister, is your car working?

- Why wouldn't it be?

- Well because none
of these vehicles

were when they
reached this point.

Maybe they all are now.

- Hey what you, what do you mean

none of these vehicles worked?

How could they all run out

at the same time at
the same spot like?

- It's like some dead
zone or something.

They all just came
and stopped here.

Engines cut out,
phones stopped working.

It was crazy.

- Look, there's another car

up and around the
bend on the road.

It's not just here.

- And they all went to the farm?

- Yeah.

Look if you could drive
up that track back there

you'd be doing me a huge favor.

My friends went up there
and never returned.

I don't have a driving license

so I can't take the caravan up.

- This just reeks of shite Euan.

I say we keep going.

- There's no harm in
a little detour, mate.

We cannot just leave him.

Come on. Jump in the car.

- You hear that?

- What?

- Will you cut the engine?

- What the hell is that?

Farm machinery?

- Could be.

Your thoughts, bud.

- My name's Finn.

- What are your thoughts, Finn?

- Should we check out
the house and the barn

and take it from there?

- I'll take a look
inside the barn.

- What is that?

What'd you see in there?

- Anything?
- Aye.

Some guy's all torn up in there.

- Seriously?

- Aye.
- Who's dead?

- Hey, I wouldn't.

- If you're playing
games with us...

- Where are you going?

- Where do you think I'm going?

To find my friends.

- I don't like this you know,

I don't like this
one bloody bit!

- I guess they're
all down there.

- What the hell is that?

- I have no idea.

Looks like the
farmer's been building

a nuclear bunker down there.

- That looks fresh, though.

- Aye.
- So who's going for a look?

- All of us.

- Hey, not a fucking
chance, Euan.

Look, whoever did that
to that bloke back there

is probably chopping your
friends off by a hacksaw.

I'm sorry but it's true.

What?

Where are you going?

Don't be fucking idiots.

Shite!

I can't
see anything at all.

- I can see gas.

- You can't bloody
see gas, mate,

but it's something.

Right, someone hold
me, I'm going down.

- What? No, no.

Let's just head back down
the road and call the police.

It's too bloody mental
even for me, mate.

- This is absolutely
mental, I'll agree.

But I need to know
what's going on.

Hold my arm and lower me down.

Hold my arm.

Lower me down.

Christ.

The noise is deafening.

Let me go.

Not that far then.

Stay there.

Where are you going?

What the hell is this place?

- Holy shit.

Holy shit.

This place is insane.

They're alive, I think.

- Ow!
- What is it?

It's bloody hot.

Oh. They're all dead.

Finn!

Are they all here?

- Are they all here, bud?

- I think so.

- Let's get the ones
that are still standing

out of here, like.

- Wait!
- What?

- I actually think
we are standing

in a bloody spacecraft
of some sort.

- You think it
crash landed here?

- If it crashed there
would've been a massive crater

and a pile of scorched earth
and rock back up there!

- Then how did it
get under ground?

- Looks fresh up top.

I'm not a scientist,
but that noise!

It's pulsating,
reverberating even.

My guess is it landed here
and it shook, shuddered

and vibrated itself
into the ground.

- What! Like a
lizard in the desert?

- Exactly!

- That's some fucking
mind blowing shit, man.

No that wouldn't work, no.

- If it was pointed
like an arrow it would.

- No bloody chance of it.

- Look around you, mate.

Does anything look
natural to you here?

- You know why? You're
the sci-fi geek.

Aren't ya?

- Stop please! We
have to get them out.

- Jesus.

- Zoey, darling?

Zoey, can you hear me?

Zoey, Zoey.

What the hell was that?

- We have to get
them outta here, now.

- What is it?

- We have to leave
here right now.

- No problem with that buddy.

Let's get them all out,
rip those bloody tubes out

and get 'em through
to the next room.

Oh buddy. Easy buddy.

- Get outta the car.

The car!
- Oh you're tripping, mate!

- Yeah?
- But some fresh air

I can help you with.

- Help. Help me.

- Finn is that you?

Am I at home?

What's going on?

I see lights everywhere.

- Shh. Let's get you outta here.

Gimme a footy.

- A what?
- A hand up, son.

- Sorry.

Whoa, hey, hey, hey,

hey, hey, hey, hey.

Come on, come on, come on.

There we go. Come on.

Hey.

Where the hell are we?

- Hey!
- Can you go

and get the torch?

- Hey, hey.
- It's awfully dark in here.

- No, no, no, no!

No, no, no.

Granddad, Granddad, Granddad.

Granddad, it's me
Zoey, Granddad.

No, no, no!

- Look, if you can stand,

then go help that
young lasso outta here.

Okay? Quickly please.

Through there.

Go back inside, son.

Give Cameron a hand.

- No, no, no, no, no!

No, no, no, Granddad!

No, don't touch
it. Leave it alone.

Don't fucking touch it.

No, leave it alone!

Finn,
Finn, Finn come on.

Finn. Grab my hand.

Come up.

What are you playing at?

Come on now.

Where's Cameron?

And Sarah.

- We need to burn this
place down right now.

- We haven't got shit
to burn it with, pal.

What do you mean?

The atmosphere is nearly toxic.

I'm guessing a naked flame
will make the place go

if it doesn't, could always go

and get a petrol canister
from back at the barn.

We haven't
got the time for that.

- Where everyone else?
What's taking them so long?

I'll go back
down and find out.

You all been down in
there for too long.

Good bleeding fungal
spores in for so long.

- No, I'll go.

I'll go down, okay?

Just one of you stay behind
just to pull me back up, okay?

- Don't you dare.
- You've already lost your wife.

Exactly.

Just,
just shout at it.

- What?
- Waking that thing?

What if
it's already awake?

Get back,
everyone, get right back.

- We can't wait.
- What the hell's going on?

- This thing is planning
on getting out of here.

We need to get out
of here, Alaska.

Come on.
- Come on guys.

Get the fuck outta here.

Are you coming, buddy?

What are you doing?

Move it, guys.

Hurry the hell up.

We can't do it yet.

I'm going down.

- What are you doing down here?

Get yourself back up there.

Whoever that is up
there, that's not the guy

that strapped to
the wall back there.

- What are you
fucking talking about?

- Oh no, no, no, no, no!

- I can't believe
that they're all gone.

Everyone that was inside
there, they're just...

Can we please get
the hell out of here?

We need to go now.

Somebody want to
explain to me what's going on?

- You don't wanna know.

- Okay, my name's PC Hill,

my colleague over
there is PC Saunders.

We are from Portree
Police Station.

Now I'll get everybody's
details in just a minute.

But first, let's start
with the obvious question.

What happened and why are all
these cars scattered around?

- We broke down.

- What, all of you?

- Yeah, it was a, a
power surge or something

from, the thing on the hill.

- What thing on the hill?

Eh, I think I should take
some names down, hmm?

Right, name please.

- Alaska Rhodes.

- Conal Dawson.

- Name?

- Zoey Wales.

- Eh, name please.

- Can you not just get on that
hill and see what happened?

- We'll get to that
when back up arrive

- Caitlin Keller.

- Eh, just yourself left.

- Hello? Can you turn round
and answer the question please?

- His name's Finn. Finn Davis.

Well I'd rather
hear that from himself.

- Well he hasn't said anything
since the explosion, so...

- Explosion. What? Explosion?

- You know, just let us
sit down for five minutes.

You have no idea the awful
shit we have just been through.

Give us a break.

- Please, Officer.

It's been a hellish night.

- Right. Okay.

Let's calm down.

Eh, is this your caravan?

Okay.

- Right. All of you pop inside.

Grab a seat.

If anybody has something to
wrap around Zoey, please do so.

- Come on. Thank you, Officer.

- Eh, can you please
get in the vehicle?

We'll be there in a few minutes

to take statements
from all of you.

- Did you hear what she said?

Pop inside and grab a
seat with your friends.

- How the hell are we
gonna explain this?

This is a nightmare.
Nobody's gonna believe us.

- All we can do
is tell the truth.

- Nah, Caitlin's right.

If we tell the truth,

we'll be in the nearest
mental hospital.

- It feels like I imagined it.

All the tubes and
the weird fungus

and spacecraft or
whatever the hell it was.

It feels like a dream.

- What's he doing?

- And that's why we
can't tell the truth.

Who's gonna believe that we been

on some fucking
alien spacecraft?

Aliens that killed her Granddad.

Entire family up at the farm.

The others that helped us.

- They didn't deserve this.

Guys,
you need to shut up.

- What are you talking about?

- It's not him.
- What do you mean?

Conal, it's not him.

- Okay guys, get out. Get out!

Go. Go, go!

Quickly.

Hey!

Ignore them!

- No, Conal!

No, no, no.

Conal.
- Alaska!

Run!

Alaska, we need to go.

Trevor?

- Did you miss me, pretty?

Motherfucker!

That's some good shit.

Trevor!

Is it dead?

- I think so.

Whisky's flammable.

Let's find out.

- Come and get a
cup of tea, darling.

Your mom will be here shortly.

Come on.

Come on.

- My dad's outside with
the car. Are you packed?

- Yeah. Let's go.

I swear to God, I'm gonna jump

at every god damn flickering
light for the rest of my life.

- You and me both.

♪ Please can you help me

♪ I am lost miles from home

♪ Can you show me the
way that I should go ♪

♪ You talk about my life

♪ Like you know where I been

♪ Try to walk a mile in
these shoes of mine ♪

♪ Looking at the stars
can you show me the way ♪

♪ Is there somewhere
that I should be ♪

♪ Lord I feel this poison rain

♪ And it's coming down

♪ Don't know what it is,
but something's gotta give ♪

♪ I've given everything I have

♪ But I'm feel
this poison rain ♪

♪ It's coming down

♪ This is the darkest place
in my life I've ever been ♪

♪ Can you show me the
way that I should go ♪

♪ Some days I see myself

♪ Disappear without a trace

♪ Change my name and
I'll start over again ♪

♪ Looking at the stars