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When the sun goes red and drops behind the wood, it speaks to me.

And we watch the dead come creeping up, one by one,

till the whole sky is full of them.

Gazing down at us, cold as ice.

When the wind drops,

you can hear them.

Watching the sky, and the dead watching back.

All the dead from years back.

Forgotten names, forgotten faces,

more than you could ever count.

He's here!

You see, crow lore is perfect,

and when we die, if we follow the laws,

then we have a good death, a medicine death.

Oh.

Oh, come on.

No, I'll ruin my shoes.

I'll get you a new pair.

Well, I'll scratch the bonnet.

This is what we've come to see.

What, the wood?

I thought it would be a bit of a surprise.

Yeah, yeah, Rich, it's definitely a surprise

after two hours in the car.

Get down from the bonnet.

This is where we're gonna live.

I've sold our house, and I've bought this.

As far as the eye can see.

What are you talking about?

Some washed up aristocrat couldn't pay the Revenue, so I bought it off him.

I couldn't get the manor house, though.

National Trust got their evil little claws on that.

You've sold our house and bought a wood.

Right.

Where are we gonna live? We're not bloody squirrels.

Use your imagination!

This is where we build our dream home.

Gravel driveway, half a mile long,

big steps up to the entrance.

Big portello...

Portico, Rich.

Portico doors.

Like the Palace of Versailles, but new and ours.

Obviously, there's a lot of work,

but I've been dealing with Colin Millward.

He's gonna come down tomorrow with his assistant, and start the survey.

But where are we gonna live?

Uh, the property comes with a farmhouse.

There's some squatters, but I'll pay them off.

Well?

What do you think?

I think it's very romantic.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah, it really is.

We ought to be careful, Harley.

Keep our heads down.

I've been watching them, they don't know where they are.

What do you think?

I love it.

I seen a magpie hopping by on its own.

I always say hi to magpie, but I forgot.

And then he flew off.

Oi.

Are you okay?

Too late.

I made an offering to the Great Crow today, Harley.

I released a soul into the spirit world.

I do love you.

- Rich! - Whoa!

It's a rabbit.

- Oh. - A what?

Where?

It went under the car.

Oh.

Oh, Christ.

You gave me a heart attack.

It's just a rabbit.

She sees spirits, Harley.

She thinks she's home, but she's not yet.

She's lost,

like we were once.

All right, son?

Dad.

This is a special place, isn't it?

Our special place.

One day, son, we're gonna leave here,

and you'll smell fresh grass,

a wood, trees, wood smoke.

Like it used to be before the pigs moved us on.

Why are we called crow, Dad?

Well, that's a big question.

Tell me.

You see, the crow, son...

It's a sign,

it's an omen for change.

There's crow, and reverse crow.

When light and dark merge.

When inside and outside, they come together.

There's no such thing as time.

Just a void.

Do you understand, son?

Good lad.

That's why we're the Crow Tribe.

The time will come when the crow will fly once again.

And the great mother matriarch

will feed the souls of the forest.

The Great Crow is all seeing, all pervading.

No man can escape her watchful eye.

She is the guardian of Mother Earth.

Great Crow will take away the breath

of those who harm the land and the forest.

She is the changer of seasons.

The life giver and the life taker, too.

Crow is your spirit, young one,

and she will come to protect you always,

in this world and into the next.

The dead will rise as an army against greed and cruelty.

You are the protector.

Come on, Millie.

It's here?

Yep.

This is where he thinks he's gonna build a house.

I don't know how he got planning for this.

Right, you two,

let me show you around the place.

See, this is the north copse.

Is that the right word?

- Yeah, yeah. - Yeah.

I'm picking it up.

Right, well, uh, this is it, I reckon.

This is what, exactly?

This is the site where the house will go up.

What do you think?

With all due respect, Richard,

you don't just knock up a house in the middle of the forest.

We need a full environmental assessment study

to see if this is feasible.

There's drainage, power line sourcing, services, soil tests...

Well, then have a look around and see if it's feasible.

I still don't know why we're not extending the farmhouse.

Because I'm not a farmer.

You want to get yourself on Grand Designs,

you can get someone else to pay for it.

This is a fresh build, not a conversion.

Right.

That's the challenge.

- Okay, so, south facing. - Mmm.

We're on an elevation.

Have you thought about building

a carbon-neutral dwelling, Mr. Tucker?

Solar panels, filtered rain water,

even recycled waste water can greatly reduce your footprint.

You'll have my footprint on your arse

if we're not at stage three in two months.

There's a huge amount of trees to be cleared.

The roots will present a problem here.

Not to a JCB.

But we should limit the amount we cut back.

It seems a shame to cut them down just for the sake of it.

You should think of the aesthetic, Mr. Tucker.

Wood for the trees, sweetheart.

The more trees we fell, the more of the forest we'll see.

Ironic, isn't it?

I wanna push on with this project.

So, you two have a little poke around,

and tell me that it's feasible.

I'm gonna keep the fire small, see?

In case they spot it.

I called a meeting with you lot

to put this offer on the table.

It's a large sum of money,

split it amongst yourselves, do whatever you want.

We have an arrangement with Lord Pambry. We have for years!

Really?

Well, you show me this arrangement,

I'll adhere to it, I'll give it to my lawyers. Where is it?

There's no record of any arrangement.

We're sitting tenants.

Consensually, not legally.

You can't just move us.

We've not some travelers who move along! This is our home!

We're a tribe!

What you are is a bunch of parasites, no offense.

You've had this estate, hundreds of acres,

and what have you done with it?

Dance around some bonfires, done a bit of whittling?

Tunda, Lord Pambry, is one of us.

We're a family!

Mr. Pambry is on the run from the Revenue,

holed up in some poxy little tax haven island somewhere.

I'm the lord of the manor now,

and I say get off my land, I own it.

You can't own land, land owns you.

Oh, for Christ's sake.

I'm sorry, what we have here is a clash of ethics.

What have you people ever done for anybody other than yourselves?

Really?

You've had this estate, you've not developed it,

you've not used it to benefit anybody.

If everybody thought like swampy here,

we'd all still be living in mud huts.

- That's pig lore. - Shut up!

A cash sum, thousands of pounds

for you to fuck off, really.

And I need you to do it by the end of the week

because I need this place as my site office.

I think you might find we have rights here.

And I think you might find that I have an army

of bailiffs and a team of lawyers.

What if we had money, our own plans?

A way of making this land a going concern.

You've had it long enough.

I'd have to see it to believe it.

You'd look at it though, right?

A business proposal?

If you submitted something in writing,

we would be obliged to consider it.

And I suggest you consider my offer.

I'm only gonna offer it once.

And if you don't leave,

and I have to pay to have you thrown out,

then you'll get nothing but a fucking good hiding!

Dougal, hotel.

Right, what is it you want me to see?

It's a Neolithic circle.

It could have cultural or religious significance.

Really, what is this? Time Team?

Calm down, Colin.

It's a bunch of rocks,

not the remains of Camelot.

Probably stolen from some garden center,

and put here by the pikies,

so they could all dance around it.

Or, it could be of historical relevance.

I'm amazed you've got planning for this.

Yes, how did you get planning permission?

Ways and means, Mr. Millward.

Always a way.

Yeah, well, that's your business.

But I think we should tell National Heritage about this.

What an interesting way for you to hand in your resignation.

Neolithic.

You have no idea, do you?

These woods are full of memories, Harley.

Some feel like mine,

and some feel like the Great Crow is giving me the wisdom of the land.

The spirits of the dead are gathering,

they hear Mother Earth's tears.

They feel her pain.

They're teaching me, Harley.

Teaching me to listen to the past.

- What happened? - They were waiting for us.

The pigs, chased us off the road,

smacked the hell out of everyone.

Mother was seven months gone.

Smacked her in the stomach with a baton.

- Bastards. - Yeah.

Cosh must have hit his head. Inside her, like.

That's why...

Anyway...

It's just him and me now.

We could turn this place into a going concern.

We've been thinking about this for a while,

but there hasn't been a need to rush.

You two are gonna remember that I found this place!

This guy just proved that we can't keep things the way they are.

We need security!

I'm not worried about him. He's not the police.

He's just some cock in a suit!

Come on, Harley.

We all have to move on in life.

We can't cling to the past, and hope things don't change,

because they always do.

Well, not me!

I like things just the way they are!

Things that are right don't need to change!

Harley, shh.

Harley, Harley, Harley, shush.

Harley, Harley, Harley, Harley.

Harley.

Look, I look after you like you looked after me.

Remember, remember?

You do not sleep outside, okay?

What do you need that for?

Just stay inside.

Stay safe, son.

I remember that night, Harley.

It's as bright and hot in me as the rising sun.

Uh, Harley, pigs, Harley.

We talk about pigs plenty, but till that day,

I had never seen them dish out their justice.

I was scared, Harley.

I froze, I did.

I didn't wanna fight.

I saw you and Dad fight,

but I could only stare, I couldn't move.

Not till it was too late.

I saw Dad fall.

Dad!

You saved me, Harley, and I know if you could have, you would've saved Dad, too.

I remember that first day you brought us to the woods.

What do you reckon?

What did I say?

Here it is.

Exactly as I remember it.

The Great Crow truly blessed us.

It's a pity your dad didn't make it to the promised land.

It looks just like the painting, Harley.

Go check it out, then.

I'd always believed in magic, Harley,

but I never felt it.

I never heard the drums of the ancestors echo through me.

You brought us home, Harley.

You brought me home.

Rest, save your strength.

I'm ready to fight now.

Harley, the crows are gathering. It's a sign.

They come to help us.

We can start cutting back all the undergrowth here.

And then mark the trees for cutting.

It seems a hell of a shame, though.

What's a shame?

Well, the wood, it's beautiful.

I'm paying you to cut down trees, not to hug 'em.

I don't want anything getting in the way of this development.

Forget all that hippie shit.

The spirits are growing in number, Harley.

I've learnt not to anger them,

but to follow them instead.

One time, I was hacking through the wood,

going too fast.

Mother bramble got sick of it.

She slashed my cheek right open.

But then, I could hear them talking to me.

Their voices were sweet.

Everything come alive.

Bramble, nettle, and dock.

They'll all still be here when we're gone.

They can change the end of things.

Harley.

You gotta stay up.

You can't keep...

You stay here, I'll go take care of things.

That's it, but right back.

Right back, yeah, to the line of these trees.

Right the way down,

so we can get transport all the way down,

and I can start marking up later.

Tomo, bring him in, mate.

Colin.

Do you wanna double-check?

They brought their metal dragon, Harley.

They're laughing as it rips our mother's flesh.

They are fools.

They don't see the dead they awaken with their thunder,

but I see them, I hear them.

The spirits want me, Harley.

They want me to use my anger.

They want me to be their knife.

For now, I let them break Mother's skin,

but I know they want her heart.

They don't know I'm watching.

They'll be in for a surprise when they come.

They're just scared.

They're too stupid.

If they don't realize what we have here,

maybe they don't deserve it.

Then we have to help them.

We have to write a business plan,

and we give it to the other guy.

Millward.

It will put us in charge.

Crow laws are sacred.

The world around us, even the spiritual world,

is really all an illusion.

I have to leave the farmhouse, Harley, to find freedom,

so I could listen for the Great Crow's voice.

I hear him in the wind.

I see him in my dreams.

He waits for me in the void like Dad said,

"The void that exists beyond the illusions

"of past, present, and future".

Can you hear me, young Crow?

Quiet your mind, and you will find me.

I am Bran, the Great Crow, guardian of Mother Earth,

and the transporter of spirits.

Listen for my call.

And I will guide you in your deeds.

It is beautiful, isn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah, it really is.

This is where we build our dream home.

Gravel driveway half a mile long,

big steps up to the entrance.

Alicia? Alicia!

I own everything!

What you are is a bunch of parasites.

You'll get nothing but a fucking good hiding.

It will put us in charge.

You are the protector.

Why don't you come back?

You can't stay out here, you'll starve.

I'm happy.

Why don't you join me?

Just you and me,

and we'll make our own tribe.

Yeah, we should.

If I don't do something, my head's gonna explode.

What's wrong with your head?

Hans and Sophie.

They're doing my bleeding swede in

with their stupid bastard corporate ideas and plans.

Why can't they just piss off and leave us in peace, huh?

Yeah, I don't like that man either, Tucker.

Tucker.

"Fucker," more like.

This is our home.

He got no right.

Fucker.

Smell this?

It's divine.

This place really is amazing.

It will make a perfect ecovillage.

We could thin it out a bit,

cut back the bramble.

Or we could put up a few cabins.

Rent would support us.

We won't need their permission.

We'll just go ahead.

Do what we want to do.

God, you scared me.

What are you doing here?

Look, you're scaring me.

What do you want?

Run! Run!

Get out of here!

You are Crow of the Crow Tribe.

You have fed Mother Earth the blood of her enemies.

So, I'll see you tomorrow, 8:00 a.m., sharp.

Cheers, Colin.

I wanna have a look around site.

You can meet me in the top field in my car?

Sure.

The keys are in the ignition.

Well, you've all got to go.

And there's my sunset.

What do you think, then?

I think there's a hell of a lot of work to do.

We're gonna need another week to fell those trees.

Really?

It didn't seem much to me.

I don't need just a few doing,

I need it cleared all the way to where the hill slope starts.

That's my sunset.

If we don't cut down some trees,

we're not gonna have a view.

You sure taking down more trees is necessary?

It's called progress.

You think Pemberley Manor just grew up out of the dirt?

You are making a building that will be here for hundreds of years.

Think about that, be forceful.

Mmm-hmm.

Consequence and action.

You don't think I'm crazy, do you, Harley?

Money won't do it.

Well, it has done for everyone else.

That's because they're scared of you.

And you're not?

Well, that's because you're wiser.

Smarter.

What is it that you want?

A bigger offer?

Negotiate.

More for yourself?

I think you'll find I can be very generous.

Oh, come on, you little shit bag!

What are you after?

I want you to go home.

I want you to get back in your four by fuck,

and ponce off back to London.

You don't belong here and you never will!

I made you an offer!

Now, you can take it or you can leave it,

but you are gonna fuck off!

If you and your little freeloaders

are still here in two days, I'll have you exterminated

like the scum you are.

Right-o, Mr. Tucker.

I'll put it to the board.

Give it to Tucker, we'll see where we go from there.

I will.

Thanks.

I'm sorry about this.

Mr. Tucker,

this was given to me by the, um...

By the squatters.

I'll, um...

Mmm.

Hey, switch it off.

All right, doors on the latch,

they're all stoned.

So, we get inside,

make our way quietly upstairs...

- No worries. - And?

Give 'em a wakeup call, is it?

That's right.

They've had their fucking chance.

Tucker, you bastard!

You sneaky bastard.

Dougal! Down here!

You think you can write "bollocks" on my note?

Say bollocks to my face!

Hey?

You wanna say bollocks to my face?

I fucking own this!

I own you, you pikie piece of shit!

Own this!

I... Own... This!

- You pikie piece of shit! - All right, that's enough!

- I own it! - All right, that's enough.

You wanna challenge me?

You wanna challenge me?

He's conscious.

We thought you bleeding killed them.

You get those other bastards

to sign those consent forms,

and tell 'em to be gone by morning!

Harley, Harley, Harley!

Harley, wake up. Harley, wake up.

I saw you, I got you, I got you.

You're safe, you're safe.

Harley.

He doesn't see the warrior we have in you, young Crow.

He doesn't recognize your power.

This is it.

Now, I know it's a bit basic,

but we can scrub it up well enough

for us to stay here while we start work on the house,

and it gets us out of the hotel.

Well, what do you think?

What happened to the squatters?

Paid 'em off, they moved on.

You see that, Harley?

The spirits, more than ever.

Welcome to the 21st century, eh?

No phone signal, no Wi-Fi.

Well, at least the kettle works.

Well, fingers crossed, this is gonna work, too.

You know, I actually quite like being cut off from it all.

Yeah.

It's a bit of a dream here, isn't it?

But I have to look up the local guidelines

for the protection of ancient woodlands.

So, I really need to get online.

If I'm honest, I'm a little bit concerned about that.

What do you mean?

I don't know, it's just...

There's something about the wood.

It doesn't seem right to destroy it.

Well, it could also be illegal,

if there's a protection order in place.

Have you spoken to Richard about it?

No, not really.

I mean, I didn't even know that he'd bought this place.

It was a complete surprise.

Really?

Well, at least we're online.

There are serious penalties for felling without a license.

Well, that's not gonna stop him, is it?

Can you hear me, young Crow?

I have brought you here to the land of your ancestors,

and the earth beneath your feet is your source.

You come from this earth,

and soon will return to it.

I am your body, your blood, your soul.

Your transformation and transmigration has begun.

You are Crow of the Crow Tribe.

You are the protector.

They're killing Mother Earth.

Why are they covered up like that?

Because it's dangerous chemicals, toxic.

Well, if it's toxic, they shouldn't be doing it, should they?

There's no pleasing you, is there?

I don't want everything in sight destroyed, Richard,

I thought we were cutting back just what's necessary.

She's different, Harley.

She's drawn to the woods.

She sees its beauty.

She hears its whispers.

The ancestors speak to her.

She can feel them,

so why does she hurt them?

Why does she allow them to be woken from their sleep?

I have to guard the spirits, Harley.

Hello?

Who is it?

Alicia!

All right, John?

Oh, God.

The spirits have love for her, Harley.

The first time I saw the dead, I ran off screaming. Do you remember?

I hid in the barn.

But I know now they don't mean no harm,

they just wanna be with us in the womb.

But from down here, they all look like one big garden

but they're not, they're lonely.

They long for you to look back,

and when you do...

When you do...

The warmth of your eyes makes them hurt less,

and they speak to you in voices only your blood can feel.

I love that, see, Harley,

when the blood comes alive in my veins.

It makes me feel sharp,

like a knife.

Mr. Tucker, they're knackered.

They've all been emptied, and their pumps don't work.

Someone doesn't like us being here.

- When did this happen? - Last night, must've been.

We'd have seen someone otherwise.

So, somebody just waltzed in here,

smashed it up and waltzed out again without being seen.

- What are they, ninjas? - No one came in through the gates,

we would have seen it.

It could be someone's already in.

Then I have a fair idea who it might be.

Order some more.

I need all this cleared by the end of the day!

- Well, we'll do our best, but... - But what?

We got the chainsaw crew coming in first thing tomorrow morning.

Everyone's flat out!

All right, I can't flog them any more than I am!

You can't flog 'em any more?

You can flog those two, yeah!

Yeah, you, you pair of gormless twats!

What a fucking tosser!

Prick.

Come on, then. Look lively.

Bastards.

Need some chainsaws in tomorrow morning.

- Liven things up. - Rich.

Hey, you're supposed to be resting your...

Don't go in there.

Someone sabotaged a couple of the spray dispensers,

and we think he might still be in the woods.

We shouldn't be here.

Oh, don't panic, we'll flush him out soon enough.

It's nothing for you to worry about.

It's got nothing to do with that.

We just shouldn't be here.

This is no place to build a house.

Aw, Christ.

I can't keep up with you.

One minute, it's, "Oh, I love it, it's so romantic".

And now you "feel" we shouldn't be here?

You know, there's some things that you just don't understand!

Just...

Fucking mystery.

We shouldn't be here, Jill.

Why, what's happened?

There's something in that wood.

Oh, come on, love.

I've got enough on my plate.

I'm trying to oversee designs,

I'm trying to project manage.

Yeah, well, what's Millward doing then?

'Cause that's supposed to be his job, isn't it?

I'll get these to Colin.

Millie's too soft.

Someone needs to show them the whip.

- The whip? - Yes, the whip.

I'm trying to get this project moving!

Right.

Darling, we're not supposed to be doing this, remember?

You came here so that we could relax,

live a peaceful life, so that you can change.

I don't need to change.

Okay, you're not listening to me.

Relax, I'm...

I am trying to build a dream home.

A mansion that will be there for generations,

for our children's children.

We're the new aristocracy,

not those washed up has-beens

with their pointless, lazy, floppy-eared, trustafarian offspring.

Us.

I'm trying to change the way

that this family is perceived forever.

Okay.

Tell me when have you ever,

and I mean ever done anything for me?

You do whatever the fuck you want!

Oh, Christ, I'm doing this for you!

For us.

This is our forever home.

There's something in that wood.

What?

I don't know what, but there's something in there.

Well, what'd it look like?

You seen it?

You heard something?

It's probably badgers.

You didn't go near them, did you? They carry TB.

- It's not bloody badgers! - Oh, I'm sorry!

I'm just trying to make sense of all your silly bollocks!

Don't speak to me like that!

Listen, sweetheart,

you are a townie,

we both are.

And that ain't Hampstead Heath.

It's proper woodlands,

you just got spooked.

- It gets dark in there... - Like that.

What you can't see, you imagine.

I didn't imagine it, I felt it,

you're not listening to me!

Well, what do you want me to do about this thing that you felt?

- I want you to stop. - Stop what?

All of it, the house, everything.

It's not right.

Why can't we just live here in the bloody farmhouse?

Because we're not fucking farmers.

We've started this project,

and we're gonna finish it.

How did you get rid of those squatters?

What did you do?

What do you mean?

You know what I mean.

I might have given them a little nudge.

Look, it would have gone on for months.

My God, you never learn, do you?

These things come back on you, Rich.

Oh, Christ, let's get the little Buddha out, shall we?

You're an ignorant fucking bastard!

Oh, for...

Allie!

Alicia!

All this is for you, you know.

Is it? Is it really?

Everything you do is for yourself.

You can't help it.

Everything's a threat to you,

so you have to own it or crush it.

You were born that way.

Do you see them, young Crow?

Do you see how they move for you?

They are you.

You are the woods.

The wind is your breath.

The crows are your eyes,

and the bramble, your limbs.

The woods want to do your bidding, protector.

Send them forth, and let them work for you.

Free the spirit, young Crow.

They are your army.

Release them.

It's started Harley.

It's time to give their blood to Mother Earth.

Oh, his finger's off!

Get him to A&E as fast as you can!

Oh, no.

Togo!

Togo, for fuck's sake, look after this!

What the hell has just happened?

What sort of retard puts their hand in a moving strimmer?

I don't know.

You don't know?

Okay, everybody, listen up!

Really sorry about your pal,

but we still need this lot cleared.

We start felling trees tomorrow.

You replace that guy with someone less retarded.

You mark up the big trees,

and we get the machinery in and clear it!

I've had enough of this insanity!

How do you know which tree to spray?

Because I do, all right.

Just spray 'em all.

No.

Only the ones that need coming down.

This is boring.

Hey, you're being paid, aren't you?

- Yeah, not enough. - God...

Come on, let's have five.

Togo, you lazy sod.

All I'm saying is Scotland's got their own league,

mostly English here.

But Celtic and Rangers are all right, then, eh?

Aye, but then under them, they're a bunch of chancers, isn't it?

I mean, all the other teams are crap.

Well, apart from Aberdeen.

Fergie managed them in the '80s.

They beat Real Madrid.

Aye, my point exactly.

Cardiff are never qualified to do that,

and neither are the Swans.

We should just fuck off, and join our own national league.

Yeah, but I wanna watch the Arsenal, the Man-U.

The big boys, isn't it?

Yeah, but if we got our own league, then the Swans and the Blue Birds...

Or whatever fucking color they are.

Yeah, don't start me on that one.

But every year, we'd qualify for Europe.

- Top of the league. - Or second.

Aye, like Celtic or Rangers.

And then, we'd have your Barcelonas, your Inter Milans.

Bollocks to your Man-U.

Well, you still have to play them to be qualified.

Bollocks to United.

Exactly, but then you have West Brom.

Fucking Tottenham, they're half bollocks.

And you've got Juventus...

Now that is a proper bit of telly.

Right then, back to work.

I just fucking sat down.

Come on, Togo.

- Aw, fucking hell. - You all right?

Ugh.

Give us a hand.

Oh! I got something.

It's a body.

There's two of 'em.

What the hell did this, man?

Well, they weren't killed by bloody foxes, were they?

Come on.

- Come on, let's go. - Yeah.

Ah!

Fucking hell.

I'll go and fetch someone. I'll go and fetch someone!

Don't go, Maws, don't go!

Don't worry now, Togo.

I'll be back as quick as I can, all right?

But, Maws...

Maws!

Help!

All right.

Maws.

Maws!

What the fuck is that?

Shit.

Do you see them, the dead ones?

Who?

They see you.

This is their home.

Please.

Let me go.

I don't mean you any harm.

Please.

Ali?

Where have you been?

I went to the wood.

I told you not to do that.

I thought I saw something.

I thought I saw some lights, so I went to see what it was.

On your own? Are you mad?

I saw somebody.

- Who? - I don't know who.

Somebody who's living in the forest.

I know who he is.

And I know what he's been doing.

I thought I taught him a lesson,

but no.

If he thinks he can get away with it,

he's got a big surprise coming.

Don't be stupid!

Okay, it's getting dark out there,

and he probably knows every inch of that wood.

He didn't hurt me, did he?

He smashes up my equipment,

he frightens my wife half to death!

He knows who he's dealing with.

He knows what he's gonna get.

The enemy readies himself, young Crow.

He sends his soldiers to carve into Mother Earth.

His vanity fools him into believing

that he has power over her shape.

He thinks we will stand idle

as he rips and tears his way

into the resting grounds of the ancestors.

He is a fool and he will bleed.

Your mind is focused,

and your blade is sharp.

Send his spirit to the world of shadows.

Well, that's some of the hardcore sorted.

Yeah, yeah, never mind all that.

You're coming with me.

Eh?

- I was right. - About what?

A man hiding in the woods.

How do you know?

Because Alicia saw him last night,

and he half scared her to death.

Well, shouldn't you call the police?

Yeah, we'll phone the police, and we'll tell them there's a man hiding in the woods.

No, no, Millie, you and me are gonna pay him a little visit.

Hey, I'm not sure.

Oh, come on, Millie.

Now's your chance to grow a pair.

Hey, Tomo. Hey, I don't know. Tucker, Tucker.

- Wait, wait, wait. - Come on!

Hey, you okay?

I don't think that I am.

I need to ask your help, Jill.

Okay, what's up?

I don't know.

There's just something weird about this place.

Yep, I think so, too.

I wanna find out about the history, especially about the wood,

but I can't find anything online.

Everything I could find at the County Records Office.

And?

I asked them for copies of everything

to do with the house, the woods, the farm.

I've only had a quick scan,

but I think you should take a look.

Uh, it's probably clogged or overheated.

It takes a couple minutes to cool down a bit. It'll be fine.

Now, they've all stopped.

Well, they're probably taking a break,

they've been at it for a while now.

See?

Look, shouldn't we take some of the other workmen with us?

No.

No, we don't need them.

There is a fair bit of history about the estate,

mainly the manor house,

and the Pambry family...

Yeah, Rich bought this place from a Lord Pambry.

Well, according to this, he didn't own the woods,

so he couldn't have sold it to your husband.

But he said he bought all of it.

I don't know how they managed to cover this up,

but there is an ancient preservation order,

like a covenant, I guess, on the forest

that dates back to King Alfred and beyond.

It's druid.

Well, the druids used it, but perhaps even earlier than that?

Neolithic by the looks of it.

I mean, the only thing I know about druid is Stonehenge.

Covered all of Northern Europe for centuries before the Romans.

Um, Pythagoreanism,

transmigration of souls, reincarnation,

not just of people, but of plants.

All life is transient.

There is...

There's an impediment which reads...

Hey, can I take a look at that?

"Let no believer of eastern gods set foot

"upon the graves of Tuatha De Danann".

That's the divine tribe descended from Danu, the mother god.

"For Sucellos... "?

Sucellos, the guardian of the forest.

"For Sucellos shall unleash Macha, the crow,

"third triad of war goddesses,

"and she shall cast the darkest shadow,

"and feed upon the heads of slain enemies".

It's druid burial ground.

But of the holiest of their order,

and there's been a tribe kept secret,

and protected by the gentry for hundreds of generations.

They're on their way now.

They're killing the trees, Harley.

They're pecking at Crow's shadow.

They're scratching it.

The spirits are screaming.

I paint my face to be the warrior.

I paint my face to be the dead.

I paint my face to be the knife.

What's that?

Who do you think they were?

Does it matter?

We need to get the police.

Yeah, and they'll turn up with flashing blue lights

and barking dogs and that bastard will be long gone.

No, he's here somewhere.

We'll find him.

Okay, this is crazy, all right?

We gotta go.

Yeah, you do that, and let's hope you don't bump into him alone on your way back.

Well, come on then!

Have you seen my husband?

Back there.

When?

I'm not sure, it's been a while.

Oh, Jesus! We gotta get out of here.

We gotta get out of here now. He's a madman.

Mad, is he?

Let's see if he likes a bit of this.

I got a bar. I got a bar!

Hello, yes.

Can you hear me?

The police.

The police!

It's an emer... No, no!

What did you do that for?

Because I don't want the police fucking this up!

I want him!

- You're insane! - Really?

Do I look like the mad one here?

What is that doing here?

I don't like this, Tucker.

Hold this.

Tucker, it's not a fucking game!

Let's go back to the house and call the police!

Not until we fucking find him!

For Christ's sake, Richard.

Okay, okay, that's it, I'm going.

We need to get out of here now!

Well, go on then.

Fuck off, you nonce.

I should have buried you.

You all right? What's happened?

Where's Richard?

He's... He's...

He's what? He's in there?

- We've got to get him out! - Wait, wait!

But not now, it's too dangerous.

You must come with me, and we need to get help.

Why, what's happened?

I'll tell you when we get out of this place.

Please, we have to go!

Now!

Okay.

- What's happened? - Richard needs help.

Listen, the wood grows out over burial ground,

a Neolithic site, the druids used it, too.

Richard shouldn't be there.

There's 1,000-year-old covenant, a preservation order.

The woods should be left alone.

There's somebody in there.

There's a person, a protector.

Like a madman, you mean.

Fuck, Richard.

Stay there, stay there, please.

- Stay there! - Jill, call the police.

Are you okay?

What happened?

He was on me the moment you left.

- So, what did you do? - What do you think I did?

Oh, what have you done?

It was self-defense.

No, you bastard!

So, what do we do now?

Nothing.

We carry on. We... We...

We carry on as normal.

- As normal? - Are you out of your mind? People are dead!

My workmen!

Then we let the police do their job, and...

The police...

We can't tell the police, they'll stop us.

Are you mad?

He's still here!

- Richard, what are you doing? - What do you think I'm doing?

Okay, don't do this, for fuck sakes, please!

No, Richard, he's just a boy!

Boy?

A boy?

No Richard, no, please, please!

Please, don't do this!

For me, please!

I can't.

Please.

Richard!

He's just a boy!

Where are you?

Where are you?

Where are you?

I own this!

- I own it! - All right!

You can't own land, land owns you.

Do you hear their chorus, young Crow?

They celebrate you.

You are their warrior.

You have fed Mother Earth the blood of her enemies.

You are ready for your transmigration.

You are free to take on new form.

Your work here is done.

Go forth and find the spirit of your father, young Crow.

Complete his journey,

spread your wings,

and carry him home.

The world around us,

even the spiritual world,

is really all an illusion, son.

There are billions of worlds.

So many creatures,

we can't even count 'em.

You see, crow law is perfect.

And when we die,

if we have followed the laws,

then we have a good death,

a medicine death.

Then, son,

only then will your spirit be truly free to dance to the ancestors' drums.