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(whirring)

(traditional Indian music)

(dynamic music)

(drums banging) (instrumental music)

(eerie whispering)

(boys chattering)

- Yo, yo, yo, yo, what's that?

(upbeat electronic music)

(wings flapping)

(heels clacking)

(door creaking softly)

(thrilling organ music) (growling)

(character screams)

(character screams) (growling)

- Nella.

- Hiya, Toma.

(lips smack)

I'm gonna make some dinner, all right?

- Dinner.

- Yeah, bangers and mash.

(character screams) (thrilling organ music)

(suspenseful music)

(gong banging)

(car zooming)

(sniffs)

(wipers swiping)

(thunder cracking) (water dripping)

(fire crackling) (chimes chiming)

(dog growling)

(doors slamming)

- Father!

Found him.

- I'm here to accept the proposal.

- Inside.

(door creaks)

(heels clacking)

- Yes, well,

obviously all of the hot list housing

requires an effort on the part of the occupant.

Hence, the quick availability of the properties.

Don't you want to have a look around?

(dramatic music)

(egg cracking)

- We'll take it.

(tapping)

(sucking through teeth) (tapping)

(thrilling music)

- It's done.

(gasps)

(ghastly whispering)

- Shit!

Shit.

(slicing)

(slicing)

(slicing)

(inhaling)

(whispering)

(blood dripping)

(tapping)

(whispering)

(eerie electronic music)

(brush scratches)

(bird caws)

- Now, the tattoos will grant you

our magic for one moon only.

Liam speaks for me.

He'll show you the rituals once you

have permission from the laird.

Cathal.

- Yes.

- You can use these powers to hunt down and kill the boy.

No others.

- Yes.

(thrilling music)

- You all right?

- Yeah.

Where do we start?

- Bonnie Scotland, Lothian.

(engine roaring)

(liquid splashing)

(can rattles)

- Happy birthday.

- Thanks, Ma.

(match striking)

(fire crackling) (solemn instrumental music)

- This is the end of the road.

Come on then.

(fire raging)

- It's okay.

He's not gonna bite you.

Do you want to pet him?

- Ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff.

Ruff ruff ruff.

Ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff.

Dog.

(heels clacking)

- Hey, dog.

You're beautiful, aren't you?

Here you go, Toma.

- Sweets.

(heels clacking)

- Oh, he's gorgeous.

What's his name? - It's Bran.

- Hi, Bran.

You just move in now?

We're on the same landing.

I'm Petronella.

- I'm Fergal.

- Come on.

- What?

- Come on, we'll take your dog for a proper walk.

I'll show you around.

I'm meeting a pal over at the swings.

Come on.

(chains rattling) (swings creaking softly)

Why do people do that?

Well, you don't say much, do you?

Aren't you gonna give me a push?

- Sorry?

- A push, come on.

(bird trills)

Come on, you push like a lassie.

(laughing)

Whoa!

(laughing)

Whoa!

- Nella!

- Hey, Ally.

- Apparently likes the minutes.

They're coming back.

Should be out bangers, helping Cheek she keeping it.

- Is Tuck coming back?

- Aye, he's still 15.

He looks terrible, but Liza's bird

gave him a proper hiding like.

(boys chattering)

- How are you doing?

- What do you think you're doing?

You can drop with the babes now by the way.

- How do you mean?

- Do you think after shooting your mouth off

about me in the chippy, telling everyone

what a slag I am and all that,

I'm gonna let you so much as touch me again?

Watch it, Cam.

(sucks teeth) - How do you mean?

- How do you mean?

How do you mean?

Is that all you can say?

Is that it, you wee dick?

- What the fuck you looking at?

- It has nothing to do with him.

- I wasn't talking to you.

- I said what the fuck you looking at?

Shite, you better look away.

You're getting done, you wee dick.

- No.

You're the one with the wee dick.

- Go it easy boy.

(speaking dialect)

Game on, aye.

Oi.

Come on, boys.

Game on, aye.

He's a got it.

(Ally sighs)

- For fuck's sake, Petronella.

You're lucky he's not the type to hit lassies.

- What?

It's not like I could take him (chuckles)

(traffic humming)

(suspenseful music)

(gong banging) (feet pattering)

- All right, boys, what can I get you?

- It would be me honor to buy his lordship a drink.

Lordship, me father sends his warmest greetings.

I have to request your favor and permission.

We bring a hunt to your lands.

- I can well what it is you seek.

I felt his presence here.

- We're here to help you.

Our hunt is just.

- Do you think I'm a puzzled wing?

Like I need your help.

Just.

What would you know about what was just and all?

Keep your monkey's leash held tight, aye?

Out of respect for your father.

I'm sure he's got his reasons,

but I don't like this fool running

around in his shiny new skin bringing attention

down on us.

Things are bad enough.

- Natural order.

The deed is his to do.

I guide him in this.

- So you vouch for him?

- I do.

- Very well.

I'll consult in this.

I'll let you know my decision in the morning.

(gong banging)

- What the fuck was that?

I'm trying to do the right thing here.

- Calm down, gotta let the dog see the rabbit.

We need his permission, you know.

- He called me a fucking monkey!

- He coulda done a lot worse.

You're left with all your bits still on ya.

Let's see what he says tomorrow.

- All right, well, I need a drink.

- I thought you didn't drink? - I didn't, I just.

I got it on wing.

- Is that such a good idea, Cathal?

- Listen to me, I'm all geared up for the hunt, you know.

My skin's itchy with all this fire.

And I have to sit in a box while some old sod prevaricates

about whether or not I can get on with it?

I'm going for a drink, it'll keep me calm.

- All right, all right.

(seagulls caw) (thrilling music)

(gong banging)

(utensils clang)

- So what were you doin' all day?

- Just looking around.

- You meet anyone?

- Some kids.

- Girl kids or boy kids?

- (sighs) Ma.

- So you were hanging around with girls?

You admit it?

- If I'm going to live like a normal kid

I'm gonna meet girls.

- There's meeting and there's meeting.

You know what I'm talking about.

(objects crash) (dramatic music)

I can see it, Fergal!

I can see it in you!

The desires, the change.

You can't be like that!

(drum banging)

(eerie violin music)

(moaning softly)

(moaning softly)

(gasps softly)

(moaning)

(dramatic tinny rattle)

(growling softly)

- Ruff ruff ruff ruff.

Ruff ruff ruff ruff.

Ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff.

Ruff ruff ruff!

(people chattering) (fire crackling)

(electronic music)

- James.

- What?

- They can see you.

- So?

- I'm not doing it with an audience.

- Another frigid bitch?

Just what I need.

- Don't egg me like that, aye.

- For fuck's sake.

- You're as bad as that fucking Paki.

Oi.

- Hey!

You shag her? - Yeah.

(girl laughs)

(heels clacking)

(dog barking)

(breathing heavily)

(creature growls)

(creature hisses)

(heels clacking)

(whooshing)

(creature growls) (Ally gasps)

(screaming)

(bones crunch) (gasping)

(creature growls)

(wings flapping)

- Cheers.

(food sizzling)

You're looking the worse for wear for last night.

Good food, you're only a man.

Trust me.

You'll feel a human again with that inside ya.

- I'm just not hungry, all right?

- You'll have your hunt.

Seeking and divining are allowed.

You won't be allowed to consult.

- Me father did grant the power to consult.

The skin allows him all of our glamors and our magics,

and I've been giving him instruction.

- I won't allow it.

I've spoken to the dead.

They don't want him in their domain.

- They don't want me in their domain?

- Not that I blame them like.

I don't want you in my domain.

You don't think I care about last night?

You don't think you were watched?

- Sorry, laird.

Thank you.

Right.

We better be off then.

Come on.

(crunching) (knocking)

(door creaking)

- You again?

(sighs) What now?

- Is your mother here now?

Don't care.

- Excuse me?

- Nella.

- I said, I don't know.

(bird chirping)

- What do you think the social would make

of you minding that lad all on your own?

You're only a school child.

- Go on.

I don't know, but I'm pretty sure

it's none of your fuckin' business.

- How dare you speak to me like that?

- Well, why'd you threaten the social on us?

- Look, I'm not threatening anyone.

Just please, pass the message on to your mother.

- You all right?

- Yes, I'm just having some trouble finding a flat.

- Really?

Don't they teach you that in housing school?

- You don't happen to know which flat the Nickery's

are residing in, Mary and Fergal.

- Sorry.

(knocking)

- Hey.

Hi. - Fergal.

Fuck is all this?

- Protection runes.

My Ma has some different beliefs.

- No shit.

So what, is she like a witch or something?

- Yeah, I guess you could say that.

- Cool.

- Hey, listen, my Mom doesn't like me

hanging around with, um, girls.

- Ooh.

Forbidden fruit.

(crunching)

Don't worry, I won't tell your Mom.

Be over at the swings after lunch.

(boys chattering)

- Yeah, boys.

- Oh, hey, Petro-head.

- Look, Gene, just fuck off, all right?

- I think she's still in love with you, ginger boy.

- Listen, did either of you see Ally last night?

- What?

- Ally, she never came home.

- No, I never seen her.

- You did, didn't you?

(chuckles)

- It's none of your fucking business anyway.

- Oh, no, that's nice.

Don't waste your time, do ya?

Come on.

You might get her to call home

before her Mom calls the police.

- Weren't you hanging out with her?

- I don't know.

Better fuck off with you, mate, all right?

- All right, man.

I'm only fucking asking.

Come on.

- It's a good likeness.

You have his image inside your head now.

Just remember what I've told ya.

Self-control.

Stay out of fights, stay away from girls.

Take the dog out.

I have to cover the protection.

(bird cawing)

- You've got a nice smile.

Even though you're totally balmy clearly.

It makes me feel okay with ya, like I could trust you.

- I trust you too.

- How come?

- Because you came by my house earlier.

- Right, you live next door to me.

- Yeah, but the runes my Mom painted up

mean no one meaning us any harm can find the house.

- You don't really think your Mom's a witch, do ya?

- Me and my Ma, we're from people who are different to you.

We're not normal.

Most of our people left this world.

Those that stayed just hid in the shadows,

waiting patiently.

(dramatic music)

- Tell you what.

Your balminess is very cute.

- I should go.

I'm gonna be really late.

- Sure, you don't want your Mom

turning you into a toad, do ya?

Can I see you later, Fergal?

- I don't know.

- Okay, but.

Would you like to?

- Yeah.

Yeah, I would.

(swing creaks)

- Looking for me?

- Yes, yes I was.

- Why do you mean us harm?

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

- The only people I protected me and me boy from

are those that mean us harm.

- I don't know what your talking about, Ms. Nickery.

I'm here because some of your forms

have been filled in incorrectly.

And I'm rather concerned that you may

have deliberately filled them in inaccurately.

- I lied on them, what of it?

- Well, in that case, I shall have no choice,

but to remove you from the property.

- And how on earth do you plan to do that

when you can't even find our house?

I could have you wandering these streets

like a lost child till your end if I wanted.

- Don't try and frighten me.

I'll have the police on you.

I'm warning you.

- You're warning me?

(gong banging)

Listen carefully.

These are words of power.

I put upon you this curse.

You will wander these parts tortured, unable

to know your path, your name, your way.

This will be your lot until you breathe your last.

(gong banging)

- Oh.

(voice muttering)

- Divining is most effective at sunset.

We will perform it once a day.

I'll summon the bird.

You say the words and perform the sacrifice,

just like I told ya.

You reach out with your heart and you read them out.

- I understand.

- It's a slow, steady method.

She can't block us unless she gets her

hand on one of the sacrifices.

And we will find them this way.

Might just take a wee while.

- Okay.

Summon the bird.

(whistling)

(wings flapping)

(bird squeals)

(speaking foreign language)

- Now reach out and feel for your prey.

(liquid bubbling)

- This way.

About six miles.

- Cathal.

You can't be leaving a mess around like that.

It'll come back and bite us in the arse.

(dramatic music)

(glass rattles)

(voice muttering softly)

(voices muttering softly)

- Where?

Oh.

Which way?

Where was I supposed to be going?

No, hold on.

(voices muttering)

It was that way.

I was, I was that way.

(whacking)

(growling softly)

(cracking)

(dragging)

(screams)

(growling)

(crunching)

(groaning)

(choking)

- Toma, Toma.

Come on.

We're gonna be late.

You've slept in.

Toma, come on!

(birds chirping)

(egg cracking)

(dramatic music)

- She's settling here,

letting destiny take it's course.

- Why doesn't she keep on running?

- Time for that's passed.

Whatever will be, will be.

The future's not ours to see.

- How can you joke about this?

- Isn't that just like an Irishman

to make a joke out of a serious thing,

and a serious thing out of a joke?

- Look, my head's wrecked.

- Be back by sunset!

Have a clear head!

(bird chirping)

(people chattering)

(voice muttering)

Make her pay.

This hunt is nothing.

Kill them both.

You're close, bitch.

I smell you.

(electronic music)

- Hey, watch where you're going?

(cars zooming)

- Shit!

Shit!

Shit!

(wings flapping)

(panting)

(people chattering)

Shit!

(bird warbling)

(chanting in foreign language)

Where the fuck are ya?

Come on!

(dramatic music)

(thrilling music)

(breathing heavily)

(girl laughing distantly)

(water splashing)

- Jesus!

- And don't be spending so long in the bath.

(whispering in foreign language)

I need you to eat this.

Please.

Please, Fergal.

You need to keep your strength up.

(chewing softly)

That's a good lad.

(lips smack)

(dramatic music)

(swing creaking)

(bird cawing)

(gong banging)

- Are you able to summon here?

- Will you just relax?

They're in this estate.

Keep patient, we'll find them.

(whistling)

(whistling)

- What's the matter?

- It's not working, she might have blocked us.

- What are you's doing?

- None of your fucking business.

- How 'bout I make it my business, you cunt?

(smacking) (groaning)

(man groans)

- Hurts, does it?

Now.

(finger cracking) (groaning)

Have you seen her?

- No.

- There's no sense in that and you know it.

- Have you seen her?

(finger cracking) - Ah, no, no!

- You sure?

- She blocked the divining.

She must have found one of our birds.

I hope we'd been careful with that.

- So what now?

- Seeking, divining then seeking.

We should be able to gather all the stuff

for sunset tomorrow.

- Oh, so we just ride off another day.

I want their blood, Liam.

I want these marks made permanent.

- Nobody ever said it was gonna be easy.

(heels clacking)

(growling)

(heels clacking)

(growling)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(gasps)

(tinny rattling)

(bird cawing)

- Good?

- Mm.

- Fish and cold potatoes, you've always loved that.

(clicking teeth) (dog whines)

(bird chirps)

(dramatic music)

You need to stay away from him.

- Nice to meet you.

Fergal's told me a lot about you.

- Look, I'm not gonna force you

any more than I will him.

You're both of age.

But I'm warning you.

Stay away.

- I will.

That's nice of you.

At least you're not gonna force me.

- You don't know Fergal, not the way I do.

I know you think you do, but you don't understand--

- No, you don't understand.

Fergal's a wonderful guy.

You've kept him locked away from people his whole life,

and now he's finally living.

Let him go.

- Petronella.

I warned you, remember that.

- Just fuck off, all right?

Don't try and threaten me.

(eerie harp music)

(knocking)

(lips smack)

Come out.

Come enjoy some walk.

I just wanna hang out with you for a bit.

Just be with you.

(chuckles)

- It's gonna rain.

(lips smack)

- I know somewhere we could hang out.

(rain pouring) (gong banging)

(laughs giddily)

(thunder cracking)

(wings flapping)

Oh man.

Look at all the pigeons.

- I hate pigeons.

(thunder cracking)

(thrilling music)

- Petronella.

- It's okay.

(lips smack)

(suspenseful music)

(lips smack)

(Petronella moans)

(thunder cracks)

Just be gentle, okay?

(Petronella moans)

(buttons pop)

(can rattles)

- Sorry, what did I do?

- Shh, there's someone down there.

- What?

- Look.

Do you think he's living here?

(dramatic music)

- We have to go, now.

(thrilling music)

- There's no one following.

- Are you okay?

- I don't understand.

- My Mom told me that if I ever met my father I was to run.

Run as fast as I could.

She's been telling me for years.

There's a beast after me, Petronella.

Because of my father.

I think it might even be my father.

But.

Mama said it would be far worse if I was with you or myself.

- Look, Fergal.

Nevermind your mother, okay?

What do you wanna do?

- I wanna go.

I wanna leave this place.

But I can't go on my own.

Would you come with me?

- Fergal, I'd love to, I really would, it's just, Toma.

Fergal, I just need to think.

(lips smack)

(rain smacks)

- You're home, son.

What's the matter?

Your tongue tire out?

Was it good?

The heat.

Was it good?

Did you feel the blood coursing through your veins?

Or your pores opening up?

Your skin become so sensitive you could hardly stand it?

I can still remember the night.

I can still remember the feeling

of his hand on my skin.

One night of passion and 15 years of hiding in shit.

I thought it was a bit of fun before it took my life away.

Sure, why am I telling you?

Look at ya.

The big man, aren't you?

And the big man knows best, isn't that right?

Hm?

(fire crackling)

(sniffs)

(insects chirp)

(insects chirp)

(dramatic music)

(blood dripping)

- Now?

- She's gonna try to block you, but you've gotta be strong.

Push your will past hers.

Don't let her into your mind, yeah?

- So it'll be a fight?

- A battle of wills, yeah.

- Good.

(breathing heavily)

(slamming)

(bird cawing)

(match striking)

(blowing softly)

(exhaling softly)

(inhaling softly)

- Now, feel her in your mind and move towards her.

(breathing softly)

(chanting softly in foreign language)

(chanting in foreign language)

She's fighting it, concentrate.

Concentrate.

(chanting in foreign language)

(inhaling loudly)

(blowing)

(panting)

- Cathal!

Cathal, Cathal, come on, Cathal!

- What?

Get off me!

Get off!

Fuck!

(blowing) (wick sizzles)

(bottles rattle)

(door creaks softly)

- Tomatsk, go outside and play with your ball, yes?

Play with your ball.

- What's wrong with you?

- He cannot be in this house all of the time.

- Right.

So you can get skinned full in peace?

Fuck what's best for him, aye.

- I am his mother, not you!

Now take your ball and go and play.

- Dog.

- Come on, Bran. - Dog.

- Ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff.

Ruff ruff ruff ruff.

(gentle piano music)

Ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff.

Ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff.

Dog.

Ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff ruff.

- My, but you're a sensitive one

for such a big fella, aren't ya?

Get your ball.

Come on, Bran, come on.

(ghastly breathing)

- All right, you Mongol hairy cunt, ya.

See what I've got for you?

Do you see it?

(grunts)

(wings flapping)

- Toma?

Toma!

Toma?

(screaming distantly)

Toma?

Toma, Toma!

(Toma screaming)

Toma!

What?

(Toma screaming)

No.

(crying)

(voice muttering on radio)

(men chattering on radio)

(siren blaring)

(camera clicking)

(people chattering)

- Come on, the car's just over here, Ma'am.

Just follow me.

Your son is down at the station,

but unfortunately you won't be able

to see him until the detectives have finished interviewing.

It's a very serious crime he's committed.

You understand that.

(people chattering)

Come on, Ma'am, the car's just over here.

She's going.

(people chattering)

(screaming)

- No!

No!

No!

- You need to lift your legs.

(mother groans loudly)

(flute music)

(water splashing)

- Go to your room, Fergal.

Stay there.

Go to your room!

(cans rattling)

- Where are you going?

- It's over, Cathal.

The laird's gonna have it himself.

We have to go.

- I thought it had to be me or you.

I mean, how the fuck is he gonna do it?

- There's other ways.

It requires a sacrifice on his behalf.

He doesn't trust you.

- And me?

What happens to me?

- Go back to your life.

We've tried everything we can.

- No, we haven't tried everything.

- He said no!

- Look, Liam, your father gave me the part of consultant.

We'll go and find those who know.

We know where to go.

(chuckles)

- Do you not learn?

You a wee bit simple like?

- What the fuck's that supposed to mean?

- The laird said no talking to the dead.

Runes and incantations are not to be messed with, Cathal.

Not in this world.

Do you not remember what happened the last time?

You knew it wasn't allowed.

You knew you weren't allowed or didn't ya?

But you were so thirsty for secrets.

You've got all this blood on your hands

and you still can't see it, can ya?

- She tricked me. - No!

She was a child, she was 15!

You tricked her!

- I need a drink.

Will you have a drink with me, Liam?

- What, I just don't have the time, Cathal.

- I know. (glass shatters)

Have a fucking drink, aye.

You people.

All this far and you do nothing!

(Liam groans)

Huh?

Years I spent trying to worm my way in with you,

but your arrogance!

How do you expect any respect when

you treat people like that, huh?

Well, where's your arrogance now?

(Liam groans) Huh?

Where's your fucking rules now, huh?

You know what?

She won't fucking beat me, you hear?

I'll fucking kill them both!

Fuck your rules!

(banging)

(sighs)

- Petronella.

- Hiya.

- What are you doing?

- I'm going.

I'm leaving.

Do you wanna come?

I'll be at the swings.

Later.

(door creaks)

(heels clacking)

(door creaks softly)

(dramatic music)

(gurgling) (blood splattering)

- Hello, James.

(fabric ripping)

(dramatic music)

(sawing)

(groaning)

(gasps)

Now.

(speaking In foreign language)

Come on.

Come on, James, come on.

(blood dripping)

12.

Which block?

Show me the block.

(blood dripping)

(clicking) - Couldn't sleep?

- No, I was just--

- Taking money?

Running away?

Go on, I won't bite ya.

I should've done more, prepared you for life without me.

Sit down.

A man came among us.

One of the festivals.

Spring's arrival.

We thought he was a friend to our people.

I was young.

A youth's flattery.

I knew what he was doing, but some part of me,

something deep, wanted him.

Wanted to.

Otherwise I would have stopped him, wouldn't I?

Any fruit of such a union would bring a terrible beast.

My father couldn't kill me.

I was meant to be his heir.

But you.

You were forbidden.

(sighs)

So he sent Cathal.

Surely you felt it coming for ya.

The beast.

Do you understand?

(banging)

Go to your room.

(banging)

Go.

(banging)

(light bulb shatters)

(banging)

Cathal.

You have blood on your hands.

- Mary.

Long time no see.

Aren't you gonna invite me in for a cup a tea?

- Sure.

Come in, we have a lot to talk about.

- Talk about.

(electric buzzing)

(Mary shouts)

(objects crashing) (Cathal groans)

(Cathal grunts) (Mary groans)

Bitch!

Bitch!

(Cathal groans)

- You fucking bastard!

You ugly fucking-- - Me, you spoiled that filth.

You tricked me.

- You wanted him behind the curtain.

You should be more careful what you wish for!

- My cause is just.

- Just!

You don't know the meaning of the word!

(smashing) (Mary groans)

- How's that for just, aye?

Who'd a thought all of that fucking

magic and what good is it now?

- I am found!

(spitting)

(Cathal groans)

(Mary grunts)

(Cathal grunts)

(wall crashes)

- Right.

Boy!

(door creaks)

Boy.

There you are.

You know I'm gonna kill you, right?

I'm gonna kill you and then this

beautiful skin becomes mine forever.

(panting)

Blood of your blood, cast on iron, this is how you die.

Them's the fucking terms!

(panting softly)

This is how it has to end, son.

Now!

(Cathal groans)

(creature growling)

(Cathal grunts)

(Cathal groans)

(Cathal gags)

(choking)

(growling)

(ripping)

(blood gushes)

(creature growls)

(fingers scratching)

(creature roars)

- Petronella.

- I thought you weren't comin'.

(growls softly) (Fergal groans)

You okay?

- Yeah, I'm just really tired.

- Come on then.

You can sleep here for a couple hours.

The most terrible stuff.

We can leave it all behind.

- What if I'm not a good man?

- You are.

I love you, Fergal.

(Petronella moans)

(Fergal grunts)

(Fergal moans) (Petronella moans)

(Fergal moans)

(Fergal moans) (Petronella moans)

- Petronella.

- It's okay.

It's nice.

(Fergal groans) (cracking)

It's okay.

It's okay.

Fergal.

Fergal!

Fergal.

(Fergal growls) No!

(loud growling)

(whimpering)

(growling)

(hissing) (growling)

(dramatic music)

- Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh!

I can help ya.

I know what to do about the creature.

I know how to stop it, you understand?

Now. do you understand?

Okay.

Right now he's between beast and man

and can only be killed with a knife

that's daubed with blood of his own blood.

And I'm his uncle.

You stand over there and I'll get

to him before he gets to you, okay?

Go on.

(hissing)

(growling)

- Run, Fergal!

(growling)

(Liam groans)

(growling)

(dramatic music)

(whimpering)

No.

No!

(ripping) (blood splattering)

Fergal.

Fergal, I love you.

I love you, Fergal.

(machine drilling)

(car honking)

(feet pattering)

- Anywhere you have to stay?

- No.

- You're not far gone, are ya?

You hungry?

Come on.

I'll buy you a cup a tea and some chips.

- How'd you know I was pregnant?

- You couldn't have killed him

if you weren't with his child.

Come on.

(coins rattling)

Yeah.

Wee charm, for you and the babe like.

Come on.

(thrilling music)

(whooshing)

(electronic music)

(voice muttering)

- Send the beast up to his breast.

I've seen the mist fall round and round in jest.

For he comes, a human child.

Through the waters in the world.

With a fear hand and hand.

(thrilling music)

(rock music)

(rock music)