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(WIND WHOOSHING)

CROW: 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.

- (MEN SHOUTING)
- (DOGS BARKING)

MAN: He's here!

(SCREAMS)

RAY: You see, crow lore is perfect,

and when we die, if
we follow the laws,

then we have a good
death, a medicine death.

(SQUEALING)

(CAWING)

(CAR BEEPS)

(DOG BARKING)

(ENGINE STARTS)

(ENGINE STOPS)

- (SLOSHING)
- 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.

(BIRD SQUAWKING IN DISTANCE)

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.

(BIRDS SQUAWKING)

(LAUGHS) 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.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

CROW: We ought to
be careful, Harley.

Keep our heads down.

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

(HAMMERING CONTINUES IN DISTANCE)

What do you think?

(SCREAMING)

I love it.

(BIRDS SQUAWKING)

CROW: 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?

- (METAL SCRAPING)
- Too late.

(METAL SCRAPING CONTINUES)

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

I released a soul
into the spirit world.

I do love you.

(HISSING)

- Rich!
- Whoa!

(TIRES SCREECHING)

It's a rabbit.

- Oh.
- A what?

(SIGHS)

(LAUGHING)

Where?

It went under the car.

Oh.

(CHUCKLING) Oh, Christ.

You gave me a heart attack.

It's just a rabbit.

CROW: She sees spirits, Harley.

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

She's lost,

like we were once.

(HORNS HONKING)

(FIRE CRACKLING)

(TRAFFIC NOISE CONTINUES)

(MAN COUGHING)

(SIRENS WAILING)

All right, son?

Dad.

This is a special place, isn't it?

Our special place.

RAY: 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.

CROW: 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.

GREAT CROW: 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.

(SCREAMING)

(ENGINE STOPS)

TUCKER: Come on, Millie.

(CHUCKLES)

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.

(BIRDS SQUAWKING)

Right, you two,

let me show you around the place.

(CLEARS THROAT)

See, this is the north copse.

Is that the right word?

- MILLWARD: Yeah, yeah.
- JILL: Yeah.

TUCKER: I'm picking it up.

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

MILLWARD: 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.

(WHEEZING)

I'm gonna keep the fire small, see?

In case they spot it.

(BIRDS SQUAWKING)

TUCKER: 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!

TUCKER: 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? (LAUGHS)

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.

TUCKER: 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!

(SHUSHES)

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.

TUCKER: (CHUCKLES)
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.

(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

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?

(LAUGHING) 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?

CROW: 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.

- JONES: What happened?
- RAY: 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.

- JONES: Bastards.
- RAY: Yeah.

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

That's why...

Anyway...

It's just him and me now.

HANS: We could turn this
place into a going concern.

SOPHIE: 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!
- (SLAMS TABLE)

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

We need security!

HARLEY: 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!

(DOOR SHUTS)

(CROWS CAWING)

(SQUAWKING)

(BELL CLANKING)

(WHEEZING LOUDLY)

(SHUSHING)

Harley, shh.

Harley, Harley, Harley, shush.

Harley, Harley, Harley, Harley. (SHUSHING)

Harley.

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

Remember, remember?

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(DOOR OPENS)

You do not sleep outside, okay?

What do you need that for?

Just stay inside.

Stay safe, son.

(SIREN WAILING)

CROW: I remember that night, Harley.

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

Uh, Harley, pigs, Harley.

CROW: We talk about pigs
plenty, but till that day,

I had never seen them
dish out their justice.

- (MEN SHOUTING)
- (SCREAMING)

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.

(CLAMORING)

Not till it was too late.

I saw Dad fall.

CROW: Dad!

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

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

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

What do you reckon?

HARLEY: What did I say?

Here it is.

Exactly as I remember it.

CROW: The Great Crow
truly blessed us.

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

It looks just like the painting, Harley.

HARLEY: Go check it out, then.

(CROWS CAWING)

CROW: I'd always believed
in magic, Harley,

but I never felt it.

(RHYTHMIC DRUMMING)

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

(SIGHS)

You brought us home, Harley.

You brought me home.

Rest, save your strength.

I'm ready to fight now.

(WHEEZING)

(CROWS CAWING)

CROW: 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.

(LAUGHS) 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.

CROW: 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.

(WHEEZING)

Harley.

You gotta stay up.

- You can't keep...
- (GASPING)

(WHIRRING)

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

(WHIRRING)

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?

CROW: 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.

(SOPHIE SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING ENGLISH) They're just scared.

They're too stupid.

If they don't realize what we have here,

maybe they don't deserve it.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING ENGLISH) Then
we have to help them.

We have to write a business plan,

and we give it to the other guy.

Millward. (LAUGHS)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(CHUCKLES)

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SPEAKING ENGLISH) It
will put us in charge.

(CHUCKLES)

(CROWS CAWING)

RAY: Crow laws are sacred.

The world around us,
even the spiritual world,

is really all an illusion.

(BIRDS CHIRPING, SQUAWKING)

CROW: 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."

GREAT CROW: 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.

(SIGHS)

And I will guide you in your deeds.

TUCKER: It is beautiful, isn't it?

Yeah.

Yeah, it really is.

TUCKER: 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!

TUCKER: What you are is
a bunch of parasites.

You'll get nothing but
a fucking good hiding.

It will put us in charge.

GREAT CROW: You are the protector.

HARLEY: Why don't you come back?

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

I'm happy.

(CROW CAWING)

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?

HARLEY: 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.

(CHUCKLES)

This is our home.

He got no right.

Fucker.

(SPEAKING GERMAN)

(SIGHS)

(BIRDS SQUAWKING)

(SNIFFS) Smell this?

It's divine.

This place really is amazing.

(SIGHS)

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.

(CHUCKLES)

God, you scared me.

What are you doing here?

Look, you're scaring me.

What do you want?

- (SHRIEKS)
- HANS: Run! Run!

- Get out of here!
- (SCREAMING)

(BLADE SLASHING)

(HANS AND SOPHIE SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

GREAT CROW: You are
Crow of the Crow Tribe.

You have fed Mother Earth
the blood of her enemies.

(ENGINE STOPS)

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.

(CROWS CAWING)

Well, you've all got to go.

And there's my sunset.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

(RUSTLING, WOOD CREAKING)

(SNARLING)

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.

(TUCKER SHUTS CAR DOOR)

(CAR STARTS)

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

(WHEEZING)

HARLEY: Money won't do it.

TUCKER: 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!

- (GROANING)
- (GLASS SHATTERING)

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.

(SPITS)

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.

(ENGINE STOPS)

(CAR DOOR SLAMS)

(CREAKING)

TUCKER: 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.

(DISTANT CLAMORING)

(CLATTERING)

HARLEY: Tucker, you bastard!

You sneaky bastard.

Dougal! Down here!

(GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

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

(HARLEY GROANS)

Say bollocks to my face!

Hey?

You wanna say bollocks to my face?

- I fucking own this!
- (THUDDING)

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!
- DOUGAL: All right, that's enough.

TUCKER: You wanna challenge me?

You wanna challenge me?

DOUGAL: He's conscious.

We thought you bleeding killed them.

TUCKER: 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.

(CROW GRUNTING)

(PANTING)

You're safe, you're safe.

(WHEEZING)

Harley.

(WHEEZING)

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

He doesn't recognize your power.

(DOOR OPENS)

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.

(LAUGHING)

JILL: 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...

(MODEM BEEPS)

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.

(MODEM DIALING)

Have you spoken to Richard about it?

No, not really.

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

- (GASPS)
- It was a complete surprise.

Really?

(LAPTOP CHIMES)

Well, at least we're online.

There are serious penalties
for felling without a license.

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

(KEYBOARD CLACKING)

GREAT CROW: 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.

(WHIRRING)

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.

CROW: She's different, Harley.

She's drawn to the woods.

She sees its beauty.

She hears its whispers.

(CROWS CAWING)

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.

(TWIGS SNAPPING)

(CROWS CAWING)

(PANTING)

(GROANING)

Hello?

Who is it?

(RUSTLING)

(PANTING)

TUCKER: Alicia!

(RUSTLING)

(GROANS)

All right, John?

(PANTING)

Oh, God.

CROW: 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.

(CROWS CAWING)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

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?
- MILLWARD: 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.

(WHIRRING)

TUCKER: 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.

TUCKER: Bastards.

Need some chainsaws in tomorrow morning.

- Liven things up.
- ALICIA: 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?

(SIGHS) There's something in that wood.

(DOOR OPENS, SLAMS)

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.

- (SCOFFS) 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.

TUCKER: 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...
(SNAPS FINGERS) 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?

ALICIA: 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.

(SIGHS)

We've started this project,

and we're gonna finish it.

(GROANS)

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.

(SCOFFS)

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!
- (SIGHS)

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.

GREAT CROW: Do you
see them, young Crow?

Do you see how they move for you?

(RUSTLING)

They are you.

You are the woods.

The wind is your breath.

The crows are your eyes,

and the bramble, your limbs.

- (WHIRRING)
- (CROWS CAWING)

GREAT CROW: 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.

- (CLINKS)
- (SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING IN DISTANCE)

CROW: 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!
- (MAN GROANING)

Oh, no.

(GROANS) Togo!

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

(SHOUTS)

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!

TOGO: How do you know which tree to spray?

Because I do, all right.

Just spray 'em all.

No. (SIGHS)

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. (GRUNTS)

(SIGHS)

TOGO: 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.

TOGO: 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.

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

TOGO: 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.
- (CHUCKLES)

(GRUNTS)

Right then, back to work.

I just fucking sat down.

Come on, Togo.

- Aw, fucking hell.
- MAWS: You all right?

- (SLOSHING)
- Ugh.

(COUGHS)

Give us a hand.

(COUGHING)

(BOTH GAGGING)

(BOTH RETCHING)

MAWS: 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.

(PANTING)

Ah!

(GROANING)

(SCREAMING)

(SCREAMING)

(GASPING)

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?

TOGO: But, Maws...

Maws!

(GRUNTING)

(BIRD SCREECHING)

(GASPS)

(EXHALES)

Help!

(TOGO BREATHING HEAVILY)

All right.

- (BONE SNAPS)
- (SCREAMS)

(GROANS)

(EXHALES)

(PANTING)

(GROANS)

(GROANING)

Maws.

(SNIFFLING) Maws!

What the fuck is that?

(STICK SNAPS)

(GROANING)

(COUGHING)

(CROWS CAWING)

TOGO: Shit.

(PANTING)

- (BLADE SLASHING, STABBING)
- (TOGO SCREAMING)

(GASPS)

Do you see them, the dead ones?

Who?

They see you.

This is their home.

- (CROWS CAWING)
- (GASPS)

Please.

Let me go.

I don't mean you any harm.

Please.

(GROANS)

(SHUDDERING)

(PANTING)

TUCKER: Ali?

(SHUDDERING)

Where have you been?

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

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.

(GRUNTS)

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.

(EERIE WHISPERING)

(WHISPERING STOPS)

(CROWS CAWING)

GREAT CROW: 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.

(WHIRRING)

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.
- TUCKER: Come on!

Hey, you okay?

(SIGHS) 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.

(SIGHS)

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.

(MOTOR SPUTTERING)

Uh, it's probably clogged or overheated.

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

(CHAINSAWS WHIRRING)

(WHIRRING STOPS)

Now, they've all stopped.

Well, they're probably taking a break,

they've been at it for a while now.

(CHAINSAW WHIRRING)

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.

(CHAINSAW WHIRRING)

They're on their way now.

They're killing the trees, Harley.

(WHEEZING)

CROW: They're pecking at Crow's shadow.

They're scratching it.

(GHASTLY SCREAMING ECHOES)

(RUSTLING)

The spirits are screaming.

CROW: I paint my face
to be the warrior.

- (WHEEZING)
- (CROWS CAWING)

I paint my face to be the dead.

I paint my face to be the knife.

(WHEEZING LOUDLY)

What's that?

- (SCREAMING)
- (BLADE SLASHING)

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!

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (PANTING)

Have you seen my husband?

Back there.

(SIGHS) 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!
- (BEEPING)

(DIALING)

Hello, yes.

Can you hear me?

The police.

The police!

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

(CRACKING)

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.

(MOTOR STARTING)

(WHIRRING)

(CHAINSAW WHIRRING)

Tucker, it's not a fucking game!

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

Not until we fucking find him!

(GRUNTS) 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.

(WHEEZING)

(CRUSHING)

(GROANING)

(CHOKING)

(GROANING)

(CHOKING)

(HISSING)

(WHEEZING)

(COUGHS)

(WHEEZING)

(PANTING)

(COUGHS)

(PANTING)

(COUGHS)

(GASPS)

You all right? What's happened?

Where's Richard?

(PANTING) 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.

JILL: 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?

(PANTING)

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?

(SHUDDERING) 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...

(GULPS)

The police...

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

(SNIFFLING) Are you mad?

(MAN SCREAMING IN DISTANCE)

He's still here!

- ALICIA: 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!

(STAMMERING)

Boy?

A boy?

- (MAN SCREAMING)
- (GRUNTS)

No Richard, no, please, please!

Please, don't do this!

For me, please!

I can't.

Please.

Richard!

He's just a boy!

(SHOUTS) Where are you?

(MAN SCREAMING)

(PANTING)

Where are you?

Where are you?

(PANTING)

(DRIPPING)

(SHUDDERING)

(MOTOR SPUTTERS)

(SCREAMING)

(GROANS)

(GROANS)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

TUCKER: I own this!

- I own it!
- All right!

You can't own land, land owns you.

- (BLADE SWISHES)
- (GROANS)

(DRIPPING)

(BLADE SWISHES)

(CROWS CAWING)

(BODY THUDS)

(CROWS CAWING)

GREAT CROW: 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.

RAY: The world around us,

even the spiritual world,

is really all an illusion, son.

There are billions of worlds.

(SNIFFLING)

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.

(THUDS)

(TIRES SCREECHING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(CROWS CAWING)

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