Original subtitles

[birds chirping]

- Since when did a closed sign in Ireland ever stop anyone

from doing anything?

- Students from The Mid Ulster College of Arts,

were last seen here in the village of Glenarma

on Friday evening, almost twenty-four hours after they

were reported as missing.

It is believed that the group took the bus here together.

- In a remarkable turn of events,

it is believed a number of teachers from the same

college have also been reported as missing.

Details are sparse but we will stay with the story

as it moves.

- I would like to make it clear on behalf of

The Mid Ulster College of Arts,

that this was not an officially sanctioned college trip.

- Local shopkeeper Eugene Donnelly,

is believed to be the last person to have seen the

students as they called into his petrol station the night

they disappeared.

- They came in here,

bought crisps, buns, cans of mineral.

Then they asked which way it was to the forest...

- Did they say why they were going to the forest?

- No, but I just thought it was... young folk,

do... whatever it is young folk do...

- What the hell is going on?

- Run!

- We are live at this scene this evening where

an unnamed individual was recovered alive from

Glenarma forest late this afternoon,

after emergency services were alerted to an extensive

fire, deep within the forest.

Police have not yet confirmed whether this

person is one of the missing students or their lecturers,

but we can only assume...

- Get whatever weapons she has left!

- Eleanor!

- Fucking go, Gordy!

[ominous music]

- Almost two months on and the only person recovered from

Glenarma forest that night is still in a critical

condition in intensive care.

[police siren]

[ringing]

[knocking]

- Why are you filming me?

- It's a final year coursework, Mrs. Hart.

I'm making a doc essay about Gordy.

- A what?

- It's a like a day in the life kinda thing.

- What's it called?

'The Boy Who Did Fuck All'?

Gordy!

Jimmy's here!

[electronic music]

- Oh, fuck.

- Cuisle!

Let's go, we're going to be late for school...

again.

♪♪

- Hi, Jimmy.

Bye, Mom.

- Gordy, get me some smokes before you go to School.

Bye, Jimmy.

- Fuck sake.

Balls balls balls balls balls.

Shit!

- Jimmy Dalton was a boy from the wrong side of the tracks.

But when he found a stack of jazz magazines,

his life changed forever.

How's that?

- Not funny at all.

- Can I be in your movie?

- No!

- Why not?

- Couldn't afford yeah.

- Ten Dollars a day?

- Oh, you're in.

- Yes!

[singing] An Bhfaca Tú Mó Shéamuisín.

Mó Stóirín OÓg Mó Bhuachaillín.

An Bhfaca Tú Mó Shéamuisín...

- You're forgetting it, are yeah? - Yep.

- You are so late for school. - Yep.

- Aon do tri, watch your foot!

Go on then.

Here wait.

Jungle bar for lunchtime.

Eat that at break time, get a school dinner at lunch.

- But-- - Get a school dinner at lunchtime,

give Mrs. O'Connor the money.

Here.

Right.

Go on.

[indistinct]

More latecomers.

You're buying lunch today.

- Can't.

- You serious?

- I can't interfere. I'm a documentary maker.

Just pretend that I'm not here.

- So... like everybody else does then?

- Oh harsh, Gordon.

Go ahead and say something there.

- Another beautiful day in Mid Ulster College...

What's going on here? - Where are we going?

- Smurf!

Smurf!

You alright?

- Where are yeah taking me...

- What the fuck.

- Apparently he locked himself in the college last night...

found him in the bogs this morning with a load of his

ma's sleeping pills.

He couldn't even do that right.

- What the fuck did you just say?

- What do you care?

It's not like anybody would miss him.

- What the hell is wrong with you?

- Did you hear what he said? - I don't care what he said!

Do you think I just go around punching people in

the face every time they say something I don't agree with?

Don't you all have classes to get to?

Come one, get a move on.

Grow up, Mr. Hart.

- Holy shit, man.

Are you alright?

[laughs]

Jeez.

You alright, man?

- Tell me you got that, man.

- I got it, mate. Do not worry.

- Mr. Hart.

Fashionably late as usual.

Oh, and as I made you aware earlier,

Mr. Dalton will be joining us as this morning as part

of his... - Right.

- final year assignment.

So, we were discussing Romeo and Juliet, Mr. Hart.

Which I assume you have read by now.

Eleanor, thoughts.

- Seems dated.

The attitudes.

They can't be with one another so they kill themselves.

Bit drastic, isn't it?

- That's the genius of Shakespeare, isn't it?

It's supposed to be a great romance,

but it's actually about mortality.

Shakespeare was obsessed with death.

Six characters in total die in Romeo and Juliet.

Tibalt, Mercutio, Paris, Lady Montague,

and no points for guessing who the other two are.

Mr. Hart, what did you think?

Bit of advice, Mr. Hart.

Girls dig smart guys.

So please try and engage, Gordon.

- Gordon.

- Plus, she's way out of your league.

So, thoughts anyone.

- I buy it.

That they want to die.

What's there to live for?

Both of their families are...

both alike in dignity?

Both fuckin' trash if you ask me.

These two are the only good things in either family.

And when they finally connect,

their families try everything they can to separate them.

So yeah, fuck it.

Pull the trigger.

What's the point?

- That's bullshit.

Death is the easy way out for these two.

If you're alive, there's always something to live for.

[door opening]

- Miss Mallon...

pardon the interruption. Is Gordon Hart here?

Come with me, please.

[class jeering]

Where do you think you're you going with that?

- Uh, media assignment, Mr. Laverty.

Gordy's lecturers have all signed off on it.

- Yeah.

- Gordon!

[class laughs]

- Alright, okay okay.

Anyone else's thoughts...

- You can switch that right off now, Mr. Dalton. Thank you.

- [chuckles]

- Wait here, please.

- Yet another dressing down from loner Laverty...

Why, after all these years has this man still not found

himself a woman...

or a man...

or an exotic sex toy?

- [laughs]

- Find out next week on, 'Seriously...

Fuck This College'.

- [chuckles]

[chuckles] Oh, the evil eye.

- Fucking dick.

- Gordon.

Not you.

Thought I told you to switch that thing off.

- Sorry, sir.

- This is Detective Inspector Todd.

He was here because a student locked himself in

the school last night.

- Nothing to do with me.

- No, but another student has made an official complaint

to faculty staff, claiming that you assaulted him

on campus this morning.

- Enough to involve the cops?

- He's considering pressing charges.

- For a slap on the mouth?

- I have seen grown men killed with one punch.

Families destroyed.

And all because one moron decided to take the law

into his own hands.

- Probably learned that from watching the police.

- If I were you, I'd keep my nose clean until you leave

this college in the summer.

- Don't keep me waiting...

Couple of months' time, I'll be outta here.

Wouldn't want you organizing an international manhunt for

some dickhead with a busted nose.

- So, you are leaving the country in the summer?

- Norway.

- Ah... your friend wins a scholarship to one of the

most prestigious film schools in... the world...

and you're, what?

Just going to tag along?

[school bell]

- I can't wait for the summer man,

you and me get out of this shithole.

Least one good thing happened today,

we missed Drama.

- Make sure your wife's out the picture.

- You nervous? - Relax.

Everything is in place.

The campsite is totally isolated.

- Jesus Christ.

- Yes.

- Ping that video over to me!

Be with you now, man.

Sweet.

Morning, ladies.

Morning Clare. - What do you two dickheads want?

- Hey, Gordy...

- What are you girls up to?

- Finishing the edit on our short film.

Clare's doing the soundtrack.

- Oh, really?

Let's have a wee listen.

♪♪

Clare, this is, this is actually... shit.

- Why is this pervert filming us?

- Who you calling a pervert?

- End of year project.

- What's it called?

'Two creepy bastards'?

- Here...

check this out.

Just got that on camera.

- Tonight, Glenarma Forest, you and me are

going to get away from all this,

away from these talentless cunts,

who have stayed gutter rats.

- What?

- Get there before sunset, trust me.

It will be perfect.

- Is this a windup?

- Nope, Mallon and Holmes...

having it away.

- Didn't Holmes just get married?

- Yep.

- Fuckin' rat.

- Hear the way they're talking about us?

About our parents?

- She thinks we're talentless.

- Bastards!

What are you gonna do with the tape?

- Don't know.

Maybe stick it online...

- Here's a better idea...

why don't we follow them up to Glenarma tonight,

catch the two of them having a ride on film, sex tape!

Boom!

- Blackmail material deluxe, man.

- Fucking, yes man.

- Lads, it was a joke!

- Fucking great idea, man.

- I have a class in here in five...

Scram!

Come on, get out.

- [chuckles]

- Right,

there's a bus here leaves for Glenarma at half past three!

That'll get us there way before they do!

- Youse aren't seriously thinking about

doing this, are youse?

- You better believe we are.

If you two had any cojones, you'd be on it with us.

- Don't question my cojones.

- Come on, for fucks sake!

We track the two rats down to their campsite,

catch them at it on camera, then terrorize the shit

clean out of them... all... night... long.

- Fuck no!

- Come on, Eleanor... what do you say?

New adventure, a night in the woods.

- I dunno, Gordy...

- We're not going!

Anyway...

there's a party in our gaff tonight.

You two aren't invited!

Come on.

- Sorry, Gordy...

I'll definitely watch the footage though.

Enjoy freezing your balls off in the forest ladies...

- [chuckles]

- You got money for bus tickets?

- Wait... what??

Where are you going?

- Come on, gotta get Cuisle sorted.

- But they're having a party.

- There is no party.

They'll be there tonight.

- Mate, I'm skint.

I'll have to go tap that money off my granda.

- Well, go tap him then.

[rap music]

Cuisle, go upstairs and do your homework.

Go upstairs and do your homework!

You left the door open.

Mom?

Mom...

Turn the camera off, Jimmy. - This is real life, Gordy.

This is the sort of stuff we should be getting.

- [shouting] Well go round to your fucking shitty house

and film you and your granda then!

Turn the camera off!

Sorry for saying that, man.

- What happens if the girls show up at the bus stop, man?

Where are you going now?

Gordy.

I didn't mean bring her with us!

[knocking]

Go on in, Cuisle.

- Is that ok, Daddy?

- Course it is, wee darling.

[smooch]

It's not my night, Gordon.

Is it my night?

- Does it have to be your night

to look after your own daughter?

- How's your ma?

Shit-faced as usual?

- I have an important assignment.

- You? Have an assignment?

- You're gonna have to look after Cuisle tonight.

- No chance.

I've got plans.

- Better plans than spending time with your own daughter?

- Why is that dickhead taping me?

- Why does everyone keep calling me that?

- He's making a documentary.

- Oh, so you thought that I wouldn't hit you a slap for

taking the piss, just because your wee mate's filming me.

Be back here in an hour.

Fucks sake Tommy, how many nights a week do I look after

your daughter because her ma's plastered?

Every fucking night!

- Jesus, what's that?

You've got till her bedtime.

That should give you plenty of time to do

whatever you're doing.

And see if you're not back here at eight o'clock?

I'm coming' looking for ye.

- And see you, your fucking mug.

See you don't get that camera put of my face,

I'm gonna take it off wee,

I'm gonna shove it up your fuckin'...

- [chuckling]

Results man!

Oh my God.

Yes.

Oh, fuck.

[zipper whirring]

Holy shit.

- What kept you?

- I'll tell you when we get on the bus!

[chuckles]

You can't do it.

You can't do it. - Fuck off.

- Here we go.

- Adventure starts here, man.

- Yes, man.

- Hey, man.

- Alright busman?

Cannot believe the girls, man.

- A bit of me actually thought they'd show up.

Fuck it.

Three months' time, it will be me and you Jimmy.

Halfway to Stockholm...

- That's Sweden...

we're going to Norway, you boot.

- Cool.

- Hold on! - Gordy! Fuck, wait here they are.

- Driver!

- Stop! - Open the...

[unintelligible] - Well?

- Thought you were having a party?

- Apparently, Reid and his mates are on the warpath.

- Aye, right.

- Serious...

I heard he's looking for some ballbag who sucker punched him.

- I didn't sucker punch him.

I was looking right at him.

- Well, I didn't want them turning up at our flat later,

tryin' to kick your tiny cojones in.

- Don't question my cojones, Clare!

[cheering]

- This better be worth it.

- What do you want?

- What are you listening to?

- It's just a something I'm working on for the short film...

- Can I have wee listen?

♪♪

Hey, Clare...

- What?

- This is... - I dare you to say shite.

- No, no, no this is... this is good.

This is really fucking good, man!

♪♪

- Last stop, Glenarma,.

- I'm starving! Did any of youse bring any food?

- Shit.

- I suppose you brought nothing either.

- Here Clare, look, there's a petrol station.

- Halle-fucking-lujah!

- Cheers, mate.

- Hey man, can I ask you a wee favor?

Shot!

- Right, can we go eat now?

♪♪

Hi-ya.

- Right.

- Cheese and onion, right, grab that.

Grab another one there.

[indistinct chatter]

- Clare's gonna leave you skint.

- I know, man.

- You have money with you?

- I got 40 quid.

- Honeycomb?

- Yeah, why not.

- Nice!

- Two stuck together. You know what that means? - There you are, mate.

- That everything?

- Aye.

Here.

How do you get to the big forest up here?

- Glenarma forest?

Head down the coast road for about four miles,

take a left at the Glen, you can't miss it.

- Four miles?

Why the fuck is it called Glenarma forest when it's

four miles from Glenarma?

- YouTubers?

- Sorry?

- Coming here to search for Harry Half-A-Head?

- Who?

- Harry Half-a-Head!

Fella from round here, back in the day.

Used to be around when I was a weein'.

Always wore a dark blue coat and thick-rimmed gleeks.

Folk always use to say

that there was a wee bit of want in him.

Took the hand out of him, if you know what I mean?

Ashamed to tell you, I did the same myself.

Anyway, one day, Harry had had enough,

took a shotgun up into the forest,

they found him three days later,

half his own head blown off,

but...

not enough to finish the job.

They say, with the clotting and the blood across the

forest, that he must been wondering amongst the trees

for at least a couple of days, him with half a head

until he keeled over, dead.

Many folks goes up into that forest now

and hear a noise in the middle of the night.

You know what I mean?

They'll stick their wee heads out of their wee tents,

and they'll swear to our lord and savior Jesus Christ,

that they see a man wondering around,

half a head on him,

not knowing whether he's coming or going,

stuck in the half world between this...

and the next.

That will be twenty-four pounds and fifty-three pence please.

Cash.

- Jimmy, pay the man.

- Hold on there.

Here's wee map of the forest for you.

For free...

- Decent of ye.

- There's uh 30 quid, keep the change

- That's not a true story, is it?

Tell me, that story, it's not true, is it?

- Okay, let's go.

Let's go. Let's go. - Is it?

- Go, go, go.

- I'm not walking four miles!

Eleanor, search for taxi companies.

- I am.

Nearest one's 20 miles away...

- Jesus Christ.

Have they Uber?

- Where's Gordy?

- Maybe Harry Half-A-Head got him, Clare...

- Shut up!

- Get on the east!

- Where did you get these?

- Rented them.

- What, did you actually? - Did he, fuck!

- Get on! - Rented it.

- Go, go, go, go, go after the tree.

- He's coming!

- Hey!

Stop!

♪♪

- Holy shit, this place is massive!

- Dump these here, my ass is killing me!

- What are you doing?

- I'm carving a few of these.

- Why?

- Cos, I'm gonna stab you in the eye with them.

- Stop... right watch, watch!

Aw shit, lad, forest is closed. - What?

- Well, that's that, let's go home.

- Wait...

- What is he doing now?

- Since when did a closed sign in Ireland ever stop anyone

from doing anything?

Are youse coming or what?

- Guys!

I think that's them!

- Go, come on! - He's coming!

- That's a private taxi.

That means they're stranded here.

- Aye and so are we. - Shh!

Keep your heads down, not a fucking word.

[car drives off]

This is it, man. - What is that?

- This is it! - They're getting their first.

- Stop, stop doing that you're freaking me out.

- Yeah.

- Wait, they're coming.

[laughing]

- Oh, my goodness she freaks me out,

Clare's loving this.

- Well...

I didn't think they were actually going to be here.

- Right there, they're right there. Shh.

- Great, we've lost them already.

There's no wonder size.

This place and wise are no signs.

It's not meant to be the biggest forest in Ireland

and there's literally not one sign.

Talking to myself then?

All right.

- Right, Jimmy. - What?

- We're here because see that clearing up there?

- Uh-huh.

- So, you must be like just before it.

- Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, we are.

- Unreal, respect nature by carving your name into

a 200-year-old tree.

- Oh cool, man.

Nice one.

- Guys look, footprints.

They look fresh.

- Looks fresh.

One night watching the Discovery Channel half baked

and your mom thinks she's Bear Grills.

- My mom used to make us go orienteering.

- Oh, orientating.

- Thanks, Eleanor.

Great. Come on we need to keep up with them.

- Ugh...

- Hold on, we need to keep up with them.

- [chuckles]

- What, wait, watch the mud here?

- Deep in the undergrowth, we observed the courtship

ritual with the lesser spotted lovebirds.

We mustn't disturb them, lest we break the spell.

- [gags]

- What's her problem then?

- Look, we've been walking for an hour.

We lost track of them ages ago.

I think we should turn back.

It's freezing, we're lost,

and we have no signal.

And why didn't anyone think to bring a fucking tent?

- Stop moaning, Clare!

Jimmy and I went to a concert last year down south.

Slept under a camper van the whole weekend.

- What... what a trip, man!

- Cool story, bro.

Look, the way I see it, we have two options.

A: Head back to the petrol station,

find a signal and call my brother to come pick us up...

or B: Stay here, sleep in the shite and the freezing

cold for the night, possibly catch pneumonia,

just to catch our teachers having a ride on film.

Well?

- I vote B.

- B...

all day long... B.

- B...

- Fine.

- Come on, Clare.

If we end up in here for the night, then so be it.

- Give me that.

Right, okay, if any of youse can tell me exactly where we

are right now, I'll keep going.

Anyone?

No, that's what I thought.

Right, let's go back.

- We're here.

- Where? - We passed this river ten minutes ago.

- Clare, I don't know where exactly we are but this X

is where I carved into the tree.

We've been heading straight North since then.

- Heading straight North since then?

Right fine, let's go!

- Someone's not happy.

- She never is man. - Clare, wait.

Clare, you hungry again?

- I'm not fuckin' raging again!

- Not helping.

- Have you got a lighter that works?

- Toss it.

- Fuck you.

- [chuckles]

- Triangle buddies.

- Triangle wankers.

- [chuckles]

Here.

I've got something for youse. - A tent?

- I guess we'd look.

- What did your last slave die of?

- Disobedience.

All right, let me see this.

Head cams, all the night vision.

Get the on.

- Jimmy, where'd you get all this gear?

- I borrowed it from the media department.

- Borrowed it?

- [laughing] That shit's never going back lad.

Right, give me that bag.

Name of the game tonight folks,

is to capture as much footage as possible.

They're all fully charged so that should get us

through the night.

Plus, we've got some extra SD cards in case

we run out of space.

Gordy, you're our star.

Clare, your music's going to score the doc.

Eleanor, you can edit.

And I'm DOP.

- Aye...

Director of penetration!

- [laughs]

- Clare, your lips are turning blue.

- I told you I was really cold.

- Take this. - No, it's fine.

- Please, just take it.

Clare's right, man.

- What?

- We're never going to find them.

We're just going to freeze our balls off out here.

We've enough on tape to at least make them rethink

how they treat us anyway.

- So, that's it?

- Fuck it.

It was fun while it lasted.

Come on.

- Wait.

You can't be serious.

Gordy!

- Here, take these. We'll be out of here soon.

- Oh God.

We're lost.

We're lost, aren't we?

- Yeah.

We are.

We are so lost.

I'm starving.

- Clare, you ate like 2 hours ago!

- I know but I'm starving again.

- Shh! - What?

- Shh!

[distant chanting]

What's that?

- Is that singing?

- Guys, look, there's the light.

- Show time!

Come on.

- Wait, wait, wait. - What, what.

- Come here. Come here, come here.

Come here, come here.

- Wait.

Won't they see us? - No.

What's this? The naked eye can't see.

Infra-red baby.

Come on.

Let's get closer.

[chanting continues]

Right, Jimmy, you go first.

- Holy shit, holy shit. Shh shh.

[distant chanting]

- Oh my God.

What the fuck.

What the fuck.

What's she doing?

- I have no clue. - What is going on here?

- Yes! - Is he dead?

What's she doing? - Ah, it's on camera.

What the fuck, what is that?

- Is it?

- No.

- This is mental.

- Wait. Shh shh. - Guys, I don't think--

- Rise for The Hunts master.

- The what?

Fuckin' what? - Wait.

- Is that Smurf? - Smurf.

What the fuck. They had him.

- Shit guys, guys, guys.

- Wait wait, is he... - Smurf.

[unintelligible whispering]

- We can't leave him here.

- What?

- Guys, he's fuck bleeding.

- What is this?

- Blood The Quarry.

[unintelligible whispering]

- She's not, is she?

- What the fuck. What the fuck.

- Shh. Shh..

[battle cry]

[distant grunting in pain]

- The quarry has three minutes.

- Smurf.

- Shh. Shh..

- You all know the parameters.

In an emergency you will hear the Clarion

and you must return to the camp immediately.

You have one hour.

- What? - Shh. Shh...

- Guys...

We need to go, we need to find him.

We're just gonna have to go.

Fuck they're all after him.

We need to get up, we need to get out of here.

- Jimmy!

What the fuck?

- Jimmy, what is happening?

Jimmy!

Jimmy, come on.

- I have to see this.

I need to see this.

- Jimmy... - [deep exhale]

Fuck fuck fuck fuck.

Fuck.

- Run!

[thud]

- What the fuck!

He's shooting at us!

Eleanor, hide, hide.

- What the hell is going on?

Where's Jimmy and Clare?

- I don't know.

Oh fuck.

- Jimmy.

- Oh Jesus, Clare.

Where's Gordy and Eleanor?

- I don't know, I don't know.

- What was that?

- Sick fucks.

- Okay.

We need to get back towards the car park.

- Where's my phone?

I can't find my phone.

- Anything?

- Shit!

Still no signal. Fuck!

- Okay, that's Polaris.

- What's Polaris?

- The North star.

So, the car park is on the south side of the forest,

which means... if we keep our backs to Polaris...

then we're always heading south, I think.

- We need to find Jimmy and Clare first.

- Please, somebody help me.

Help!

- Smurf! Smurf!

- Clare, wait! Clare!

Clare, wait!

- No, Jimmy, we can't

- Clare! - Come on.

We need to find Gordy and Eleanor!

- Fuck!

- Wait. Wait. - What?

- Take this.

- What am I supposed to do with this?

- Any of them get close to you, stick it in there,

it's the soft part of the neck.

Just stick that in and keep pushing

- How do you know this? - Shh.

Go.

- Come on, Gordy.

- Clare?

Clare!

- Please don't hurt me, don't hurt me.

Jesus Christ, Clare. What the fuck.

- I don't know, I don't know.

- Who's there? Help.

- Smurf. Smurf.

- What's going on? - Hide.

- Smurf, hide!

- Wait.

- Gordy, we have to go help him.

- Eleanor, the best thing we can do

is go back to the petrol station to raise the alarm.

- What about Clare and Jimmy?

- They're probably already there.

- They're our best friends, Gordy.

- [indistinct whispering]

- You said there were two, maybe three.

Go.

- Okay... Wait, Eleanor, this is going to be cold.

[thud]

- Clare, oh my God.

- Fuck.

Fuck.

- Wait, wait, [indistinct] we have to outsmart...

- Come, we need to run, man.

- No, we can't leave him.

- Fuck them. Come on, please. [indistinct]

We have to move him and hide.

- Gordy Hart, is that you under all that muck?

- Your aim better be good, Mallon.

- Help.

- Go. - Anybody, help me.

- Over here!

- What the fuck.

- We need to find Eleanor and Gordy.

- I know, I know. - There he is.

- Smurf. - Help!

- Smurf. Smurf.

- Anybody. - Get down.

- Help, please! - Be quiet.

- Smurf, get down.

- [thud] - [gasping]

- Eleanor, Smurf!

- Help...

[thud]

- Fuck!

Eleanor, can you get up?

Come on, we gotta get out of here.

Come on.

Fuck!

- Oh fuck.

- What?

- This one's wearing a head cam.

- It's okay, it's okay, I'll lay you down.

Okay, oh shit.

- Take it out, Gordy.

- You'll bleed out. - Fucking take it out!

- Shit. Okay.

[grunting]

Okay.

Shit, okay.

- Gordy.

- Yeah.

- Go get whatever weapons she has left.

- Eleanor, I can't.

- Go!

Fucking go, Gordy!

[crying]

Go!

- [coughing]

- Quick. Pick up.

Granda, if you this message,

please... send the police.

I'm in Glenarma forest and there's people here

and they're trying to kill us.

Clare's dead.

[thud]

- [panting]

- Don't... fucking... move.

- If I were you, boy, I would run.

- Stay back.

Stay-the-fuck-back.

- You've only got one bolt.

- Get him! - [battle cry]

[grunting and fighting]

[gun shot]

- He's got a gun!

- [battle cry]

Fuck! Fuck!

Fuck.

Eleanor, come on we need to get up.

We need to get up.

Come on, it's gonna be okay.

Eleanor, come on it's okay.

It's okay, you're gonna get up.

Let's go!

Eleanor, come on we gotta go, we gotta get out of here.

[rattling]

- Stop!

- Where are you, Jimmy?

- Stop!

- Hold on Jimmy, just hold on.

[distant screaming]

- Keep going...

- It was just me and my girlfriend I swear,

I fucking swear.

I just wanna go home and see my granda.

- Hold Jimmy, I'm coming. I'm coming.

- Three of our party have been killed.

Three hunters on the hunt server.

- We need to get the fuck out of here.

- There's still at least one more of them out there.

- Let him take care of that!

- They haven't seen our faces, so we can disappear.

- They've seen mine.

- It's your hunt, so it's your problem.

- I go.

I'd like cleaning up.

There's the one for you.

Get rid of him.

Get rid of him!

- Smurf.

Smurf.

Clare.

Clare.

- Don't be silly, Gordon.

They know who you are, which means they know where you live,

where Cuisle lives.

- Fuck you, you sick fuck!

- Why you just give me the gun?

We can... we can figure this out.

- I've already figured something out.

[gun clicks]

- You always were a fuck-up, Gordon.

Just like your mother...

- You have no idea what you are dealing with, Gordy.

- Jimmy!

What the fuck.

- Gordy... - You okay?

How the fuck do you work this thing, fuck.

You'll be alright, man. It's okay, I got you.

You're all right.

Get up up.

Okay.

- Where's Eleanor?

- She's dead. - Fuck.

- She's dead. - Clare and Smurf, too...

Dead...

Dead.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait...

The camera, is it the camera, get the camera.

- Look bod, sorry, we're nearly there,

come on, Jimmy.

That's it, come on. That's it, just keep on.

Keep going.

The car park.

Sit down there, man.

It's okay. Just sit down.

Shit!

Fuck.

Fuck, Jimmy, it's a car! - What?

- It's a car!

Help please, you have to help us, please! Help!

What the fuck.

Help us, please.

Please help.

Jimmy, it's him.

- Give me the gun, give me the gun,

- [yelling] - [gun shots]

- Jimmy!

Fuck, fuck.

- Let's go, let's go, man. Let's go.

- Go. - Get the camera.

Go! Go, go, go!

[car departing]

- Just a bit more, run.

- I can't go anymore, man. I can't fuckin' do it.

- We have to keep running,

we have to get the fuck out of here.

- I need to stop. I need to stop.

- No man, we have to keep going.

Right, okay,

Two seconds, man.

Okay Jimmy, we need to keep moving.

- Look where we are, man.

- Jimmy... stay down.

Don't move.

Jimmy! Jimmy! Fuck!

Shit! Oh fuck, fuck.

Fuck you!

[girl singing]

Help!

Help!

Help! Help!

Help!

[thud]

- The hunt's over.

Initiate clean up.

[news theme song]

- The sole survivor recovered from Glenarma forest

by the fire and rescue services a day after the incident,

has finally returned home.

Having spent 7 weeks in a coma

and more than a year in hospital,

Eleanor Morgan continues to face a difficult time ahead.

It's been more than fourteen months since that tragic night

in Glenarma forest, where four students

and their lecturers went missing.

The sole survivor, Eleanor Morgan,

sustained a deep stab wound;

Lost an inordinate amount of blood.

She was exposed to severe hypothermia

and doctors were astonished that she was alive at all...

Tonight she gives us an exclusive interview from an

undisclosed where she has been hiding for several weeks now

in fear for her own life.

You've been criticized for your recent campaign on social media,

where you have been highly critical

of the police investigations.

How does that make you feel?

- I'm the only eyewitness to what happened that night,

yet police have dismissed everything I have said.

My friend's killers are still at large and I live in extreme

fear for my own life.

While it seems, nothing is being done to catch those responsible.

- You've said it was, amongst others,

your two lecturers who were responsible for your attempted

murder, as well as the disappearance of your friends.

How do you respond to the family's anger

at these allegations?

- They can think what they want.

Their family members are monsters

for what they did to us.

- Your own recollections of these bizarre events have been,

in your own words, vague.

Can you understand why people may say that

you are a fantasist?

- I have nothing but my own word to prove anything that

happened that night.

People are going to believe what they want to believe but...

I know what I saw.

- Police have now said that they have exhausted all avenues

for new evidence that will progress the case

and corroborate your account of the events.

- They're not going to find any evidence

because the fire destroyed it all.

Who started this fire and how did they get out of the forest?

Someone must have helped them.

- Is there anything you would like to say to the audiences

that may be watching this tonight,

that will lead to new information that could bring us

closer to solving this tragic case?

- I live in constant fear

that these people might still come for me.

But I need the world to know what happened that night.

And no matter what happens or how long it takes,

I will never stop fighting for the truth for my friends.

[pop music]

- May I begin by thanking you for your patience

and your understanding on this, the second anniversary of the

disappearance of the students and teachers

from the Mid Ulster College of Art in March 2020.

♪♪

Despite the diligent and courageous efforts of my

fellow officers and investigation teams

during those two years, the case remains cold.

- Eleanor!

- Detective. Detective.

You may have scared the entire forest,

but you haven't followed every lead.

You need to look harder.

Nine people don't just disappear without someone

knowing something about it.

I have done everything that I could.

Now would you please stop filming me.

You haven't done enough and you know it.

- Are you okay, love?

- It's clear to me

that the police have given up on this case.

But I will not let their incompetence and apathy

stand in the way of me bringing my friends killers to justice.

This is Detective Inspector Todd.

He's the chief investigating officer on the Glenarma case

and I filmed him this afternoon.

He's reading a file with evidence I've compiled

since my friends went missing.

Watch what he does.

Bastard.

This is Eleanor, please leave a message.

[beep]

- Hello, this is a message for Eleanor Morgan.

Eleanor, this is D.I. McKillion from Brayburn Police Station.

I'm calling in relation to a video which you leaked online

this afternoon of my colleague DI Todd.

Now, you're not in any trouble

but since you've leaked the video,

Todd has gone into hiding and we have reason to

believe that you may be in danger.

I'm sending a patrol car to your house right now.

But as a precaution please lock your doors and windows

and get to a safe place until my team arrives.

In the meantime, I'll keep trying you.

Thank you.

- There's a basement.

- This is control.

Proceed with extreme caution.

There is nothing on the house blueprints

that suggest a basement.

- Copy that.

- Oh, it stinks down here.

[tense music]

- Hands behind your head!

Stand up, stand up!

- We've got a prisoner down here!

Can you walk?

Let's go.

We're going to need a paramedic.

- Are you real?

- Easy, easy.

- Frankly, astonishing scenes here in the South of the city.

I'm at the residents of Detective Inspector

Alan R Todd were 719 days after going missing.

Gordon Hart...

- Hart was allegedly discovered in a concealed basement in

Todd's house in a police operation that also uncovered

a wealth of evidence including,

I'm told, footage of what happened that night...

- T odd has been arrested and taken into police custody,

details are scares as you might expect with

a high-profile public official is involved,

but we'll keep you up to date.

- What?

- Nothing...

just... admiring the view

- Shut up.

Is that thing recording?

- Maybe...

What are you doing?

- Finishing the ending?

The bus stuff.

Clare's music.

- Oh yeah, just listen.

Yeah...

still shite.

I'm joking. I'm joking.

It's perfect.

So, are you ready to send this out into the world?

Look at me, Jimmy.

The camera loves you.

You're so sexy.

Not you, Clare.

♪♪

Every day, he would play the tapes over and over.

Trying to break me.

But I remembered her words.

'If you're alive, there's always something to live for..'

Always.

♪♪