The Third Day (2020) s01e02 Episode Script
Saturday - The Son
SAM: How is she? Epona.
I think it's beginning
to hit home,
what she was about to
-(THUD)
-Come with me now, love.
(EPONA SOBS)
SAM: You here for the festival?
I am.
SAM: What do you think
of these people?
I think Epona's hiding
something.
Do you know about her father?
Sam, Jason's not dangerous!
I need to get off this island.
My wife doesn't know
where I am.
And none of the phones
are working.
MR. MARTIN: The causeway
doesn't open until the morning.
In the meantime,
I suggest you settle in,
and get good and pissed.
(EERIE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
MR. MARTIN: There's something
familiar about your face.
WOMAN: So, you have been here
before?
MRS. MARTIN: You can't leave.
(MUSIC FADES) ♪
♪
(wind blowing)
(distorted):
Stop!
(distorted):
Nathan!
(distorted, indistinct yelling)
(distorted):
Come back!
(leaves crinkling)
(indistinct whispering)
(fire crackling)
(heavy breathing)
(fire roaring, metal creaking)
(roaring continues)
♪
(banging)
-(chain rattling)
-(yelling)
(banging continues)
(crash)
-(squishing)
-(groaning)
(inhuman screeching)
(gasps, panting)
(birds chirping)
(gasps)
(clock ticking)
Oh, no. (sighs)
(sighs)
Oh fuck.
(sighs)
Jess:
I mean, did we actually
have sex? Because,
maybe we didn't.
I mean,
maybe we just slept.
-Do you remember?
-I
I don't remember anything.
(grunting)
-What the fuck are
you looking for?
-My boots.
I can't find my boots anywhere.
Oh shit.
There's tissues. Oh shit.
We fucked, didn't we?
(sighs)
-If my husband finds out
-How will he find out?
He finds shit out.
Did you use a condom?
I don't have condoms.
-You asshole!
-Do you have condoms?
Why would I have condoms?
I'm married.
So am I!
Look, th-this is not who I am.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
I get pregnant
at the drop of a hat.
Thank you. Thank you so much.
-(door slams)
-(sighs heavily)
(melancholy music playing)
(exhales)
Mr. Martin:
There he is!
Fun night last night?
That's Osea for you.
(sighs)
Our festival's gonna be
the effing bee's bananas,
as my wife would say.
Got a nice pot of tea here.
I'm gonna give you
and Mrs. Paffard
the full English
like you've never had it.
-Full Osea, I like to call it.
-You didn't wake me up.
I-I missed the causeway.
And you were gonna
bring Epona to me.
Well, I did come
to wake you, Sam,
but when I stood
outside your door,
I realized that
I couldn't disturb you.
Um, not my
business at all.
I do not make judgments.
Look, I really need to get home.
My wife doesn't know where I am.
I couldn't even call her
yester-- Is there a boat?
Well, we were relying
on Tomo's runabout
if anything happened,
but he went and ran it
into the blooming jetty
day before yesterday.
-Look, there's no phones.
-(sighs)
Causeway doesn't
open until 4:06.
Don't you deserve
to just relax?
Let us spoil you?
-We'd love that.
-(hits chair)
-(sighs)
-(birds chirping)
(swinging door opens)
(door shuts)
-(sighs)
-(picks up menu)
(chatter outdoors)
(clears throat)
(pouring)
Oh God, butter.
(groans)
Look, I'm sorry.
It's just
the situation with
my husband is complex.
After my first was born,
it got bad.
I was really down,
-you know?
-Post-natal, uh
Oh, no. No, it was him.
Being with him.
So, I was gonna leave.
I had a plan to take her
and get out,
and then I got pregnant again.
And I just couldn't.
So, after my second
was born, I spiraled.
There was this whole
period where I got lost
in booze and people and--
My husband got the courts
involved. He's so
manipulative and clever,
and he made it look like I--
He has custody,
so I don't sleep with people.
I don't drink.
I don't do anything that might
affect me seeing my girls.
He's not here.
He's not gonna find out.
Promise?
(chuckles)
What is it these people believe?
(laughs) Christianity.
With a bit of--
Look, the ancient Celts
believed Osea was
the soul of the world.
So, when Charrington came here
for his great experiment,
he needed belief.
So Charrington became
the father of the island,
the first in 2,000 years,
and it worked.
A society of criminals
and addicts lived
in blissful, hippie harmony.
When he died,
his son took over,
and then his son after that,
and so on and so on
What, they passed it on?
Seriously?
I mean, it's not like
he's a king or anything.
They just kinda
I don't know,
they trust him.
My granddad was stationed
here during the war.
-You know it was
a military base?
-Jess: Right.
He never talked about it, never.
You asked him,
he would clam up
like he'd been at Belsen.
I mean, don't you
find this all a bit
fucking weird? (laughs)
(laughs) Yes,
but so is Catholicism
and crystals
and quantum physics,
but hey.
Whatever gets you
through the day.
I mean,
these are good people.
They've always
been amazing to me,
which is why it
freaks me out that
they've discovered
I'm a whore.
(chuckles) Don't say that.
It happened.
You know, we both did it.
-You can regret it--
-I don't.
I don't regret it.
At all.
(cart rattling)
Mr. Martin:
Now, here we are.
Now, a full Osea is not
a full Osea without
Yeah. Very rare.
Slip of couple of them
sloppies down your neck,
-you'll be right as rain.
-(gagging)
Well, they're full of zinc!
-(door creaks)
-(indistinct yelling)
-Larry: Hand her the fuck over!
-(yelling)
What'd you fuckin' say to me?!
What'd you fuckin' say?!
(indistinct arguing)
Alright, alright
I'm calm.
-(door creaks)
-Mrs. Martin: Here.
Wanker said you need shoes.
(chuckles) Thank you.
How's Epona?
Alive.
Can I see her?
Why?
You don't trust us?
I'm not saying that. I just
You know,
the festival and
-She's up at the Big House.
-The Big House?
What you said,
it's been taken note of.
They're talking to her.
We need the festival.
We're on our knees,
but we won't put it
before that girl.
I told her about your loss.
I wanted her to see that
she's not alone in feeling pain.
So, what? You think we're
connected then? Why?
'Cause I found her?
Maybe you were
meant to find her.
I don't believe in
stuff like that.
No, you don't think you do, Sam.
But you just might.
Somewhere in you.
Mrs. Martin:
I'll bring her to you
when they're done,
but it might be
a while, yeah?
(birds chirping)
(crowd chatter)
-(cheering, shouting)
-Preacher: Burn the sin
from his soul!
-Sear all doubt in his mind.
-(congregation shouting)
-For he hath sacrificed!
-(cheering)
-In the name of the Christ
-(cheering)
take this man!
In the name of the Lord,
take this man!
And in the name
of the sea and the land,
take this man, God,
and strike redemption
into his heart!
-(cheering)
-Burn the sin from his soul,
which thou hath made separate.
And these things we fight
inside this sinner.
-(applause)
-(inaudible)
Preacher:
Oh God, was it not said?
He reveals deep
and secret things
-and He knows what
is in the darkness.
-(cheering)
For oh God,
was it not said
-I will fill your
mountains with the dead!
-(cheering)
The hills, valleys, streams,
with bodies,
slaughtered by the sword.
For oh God, was it not said
woe unto the inhabiters
of the Earth
-for the devil has
come down onto thee!
-(congregation cheering)
Now, I want you to look at this
man that kneels before me.
-(crying)
-See what he has lost!
The blood of his blood
has been spilled for you!
-(applause)
-(man crying)
Oh Lord, take this
sacrifice from this man.
-Let him swim in
the sea of your love.
-(cheering)
Take the blood of his blood
-(sobbing)
-that we have spilled for you.
-Show him redemption! Drown him!
-(cheering)
-Until he is clean
-(sound fades out)
♪
(ethereal vocalizing)
(groans)
They said you'd be down here.
Yeah, hiding
my slutty face.
God knows what
they're saying.
No one cares about
gossip, Jess.
Everyone cares about gossip!
(waves washing ashore)
Sam, I wanted to apologize
about what I said this morning.
I know not everyone's marriage
is as fucked up as mine--
I'm-I'm-I'm not sorry
you said it.
I've been through
stuff as well, Jess.
What you said
and what we did
made me feel like
I could actually breathe.
What stuff?
My son was murdered.
(Jess gasps)
They found his body in
a river on the mainland.
Near here.
Yesterday was the anniversary.
Every year, I
put another piece of his
clothing in that water.
It's the only way
we can let go of him,
one piece at a time.
Jess: Sam
-(Sam sighs)
-My God, I--
Stop. You don't have
to say anything
clever or wise.
It's not like in a film.
I don't live it every second
of every day.
You go to work, you watch TV
you feel guilty about
the gym membership
you don't use.
You just happen to have a hole
inside you that doesn't heal.
Jess: What happened?
I arranged to meet this man
near Maldon.
He was a friend of my granddad.
Just out of curiosity.
I decided to take Nathan.
And the man didn't show up,
so we had a spare day.
I found a fair.
And we were there.
I took this call,
this very intense call.
And I turned around
And he was gone.
He just wasn't there.
You know what it's like.
When you lose them for
a second and in that moment,
your whole world drops.
Well, it was like that,
but it never went away.
He was missing for two weeks.
He hadn't been abused,
it was nothing like that.
The man just took him.
(Jess breathing shakily)
His name was Goltan.
I remember they made a big
fuss about that at the time.
Name like a supervillain.
You know, "Goltan."
In truth, he was
a Romanian guy with
learning difficulties.
He'd had previous convictions
in his own country.
So
(gasps)
Came forward and confessed,
and then he killed himself
before he went to trial,
so we never found out
why he did it.
(sighs)
Oh God
Your wife.
Your poor wife.
Sam:
You haven't done anything.
Okay, we're still together.
We love each other,
but pain doesn't
work that way.
You can't share it.
Agony's
(sighs)
Agony's bespoke.
Yours is yours,
theirs is theirs.
Mostly, grief's just
-lonely.
-(Jess sighs)
So we've done that.
That's over with.
Should we talk about
something else?
-Tell me about all this.
-Sam.
-Tell me, please.
-Jesus, Sam--
Please.
Okay.
So there's
a trinity of gods:
Teutates, Taranis, and Esus.
-But, you know, actually--
-Esus is the one
from the festival.
Yeah.
Their priests would dress
as things from the sea,
and take non-Celts--
Picts and Gauls--
and bring them
here for sacrifice.
Uh, for Taranis,
it was drowning,
for Teutates, fire,
and Esus, hanging.
But they're not so keen to
talk about it these days
'cause it might not be great
for the festival to know
you're glamping on the site of
a sustained ethnic genocide.
Hm.
If you wanna know more about it,
you should talk to Mimir.
-The stuff he has found--
-Mimir, you said Mimir.
Yeah, he's the archaeologist, or
they call him that because he--
Wait, why?
Do you know him?
No, no.
♪
(leaves rustling)
(fly buzzing)
(geese honking)
Hello?
-Are you okay?
-(flies buzzing)
(shallow breathing)
(crying)
♪
(straining)
(sighs)
Are you Mimir?
(heavy breathing)
Sam:
Are you Mimir?
Do you know who I am?
(grunts, sighs)
(thuds)
♪
Why do you have this?
(heavy breathing)
Did you see my son?
What did we do to you?
What did you do to me?
-(bang)
-(gasps)
-Man: Mimir, you cunt!
-Go!
-Don't open it!
-(bang)
Go!
♪
(banging)
You've been
talking, cunt.
Mimir:
Never! I love Osea.
You can get rid
of all this shit.
It's been lying out
in the open too long.
He wants to talk to you, boy.
Somethin' big's happening.
Come on.
Come on, good boy!
(insects chirping)
(leaves crunching)
♪
(leaves rustling)
(heavy breathing)
(click)
(fire crackling)
-(chain rattling)
-(crackling gets louder)
(flames roar)
(roaring stops)
(sobbing in distance)
(wind blowing)
♪
(heavy breathing)
(panting)
Hey!
-(foliage crinkling)
-(indistinct whispering)
Hey!
(whispering continues)
♪
Who is that?
-Alright, listen. This isn't
-(man laughing)
-If you're trying
to frighten me--
-(metal clanging)
(man laughing)
(wheezing laugh)
I'm not interested in--
(glass shattering)
-(laughter)
-(metal clanging)
Alright, what
are you gonna do?
Hm?
What exactly are you gonna do?
(clang)
(tense music playing)
(indistinct yelling)
Ah!
(gasps)
(gunshot)
(bird wings flapping)
(crying)
You fucking
(crying)
My child is dead.
No, no, no, that can't be--
Because of you.
-No
-(crying)
-I saved her--
-Do not fuckin' talk.
Okay?
(crying)
(heavy breathing)
I know what you feel.
I know its heat.
You want to pretend
you don't hate.
I see hate dripping from you.
You wanna rip flesh open.
And that's what I want.
I wanna do it right now.
No
You don't have to--
You don't have
to give into that.
(sniff) What if I want to?
What if I wanna give in?
Kill you right now.
Don't, please
♪
(heavy breathing)
It's coming.
The darkness.
The darkness is coming.
(heavy breathing)
-(slams)
-Help me with this.
-What?
-Sam: We have to get
off the island.
They're chasing me!
-Who?
-Men in masks. Those big
fucking masks they wear.
-There were men.
-Sam, Sam, that's the Sajora.
That's just this tradition here.
It's not the tradition.
I know the tradition.
This wasn't the tradition.
It was people trying
to fucking kill me.
Jess, they threw a lump
of metal at my head.
A chunk of motorbike,
and it crashed
inches from my face!
-Oh my God.
-Yeah, I only got away because
Epona's dad showed up
with a shotgun
-and fired-fired at them.
-He fired a fucking gun?
Yes! And they ran
and then I thought
he was gonna kill me!
Why would he kill you?
(heavy breathing)
-Because Epona's dead.
-What?
No. Sam, I just
spoke to Mr. Martin--
-No, he was lying!
-He said she's fine! She's--
Her father told me.
-She's dead.
-No, no, no.
Well, maybe he was lying.
-I mean, that guy
is a fucking mess.
-He wasn't lying.
I know what it feels like
to lose a child,
and that man has lost a child.
I saw things, Jess.
Flesh and mutilation,
and her top covered in blood.
-Oh my God.
-And Mimir? Mimir
-he had this.
-(crinkling paper)
You said he was
an archaeologist.
No, no, no.
That's just what they call him
because he likes to
dig around in the past.
-I think--
I think he's a doctor.
-A coroner!
He was a coroner. He was
looking into my son's death.
We never met him.
And now he's living here.
And Epona's dead the day
after trying to hang herself
in the exact spot where
Nathan was-was-was found.
They're connected.
And these fucking people
-know about it, and they--
-W-w-what do you mean?
Like-- like a serial thing?
-No. No, something else.
-Some kind of serial
-What?
-Y-you talked of
sacrifice here.
Sacrifice?
-Sam, that was 2,000 years ago!
-Look at this place.
Is there anything
fucking normal here?
I found dead animals
all over this island.
Who's doing that?
And there are
pictures down there
hanging on the wall of
Jack the Ripper's victims.
Is that standard?
Men in masks have
just chased me!
-Someone nearly shot me!
-Okay,
-if this is all true,
then what do we do?
-We get off the island!
-We find a phone,
we call the police now.
-Okay, how?
(sighs)
Can you swim?
-What the fuck?
-Yeah, no, I can't.
-I'm a terrible swimmer.
-You mean across there? No,
-I can't swim two miles
to the mainland.
-They talked of a boat,
Tomo's boat
Oh, they said it was,
uh, broken.
Okay. Well, um,
-well, if they're
lying about that--
-How do we get off--
(knocking)
Mrs. Martin:
You in there?
We wanna have
a little chat with you
about all this silliness.
Mr. Martin:
Sam, let Mrs. Paffard
come out now, please.
-She's not got to do
with any of this.
-(rattling window)
(scraping)
Mrs. Martin:
Oh, Sam. Don't be silly now.
That ain't gonna
stop anything, is it?
(metal clanging)
-Are you serious?
-Take it.
Sam Are we
gonna hurt people?
-Mrs. Martin:
We're coming in now, okay?
-(banging door)
(creaking)
Fuck me,
you are a silly sausage.
Nice cup of tea.
I took the liberty of putting
a drop of whiskey in there.
Oh, don't be
a fucking arsehole.
-Fair enough, love.
-Sam: Epona,
are you alright?
My neck's a bit sore,
but yeah. I'm okay.
Epona, if there's something,
anything, going on
here in this place
that scares you--
-You don't have the right--
-Sam: I'm talking to Epona.
What is it you
people believe in?
-We're Christians.
-Sam: Christians?
What? And-and-and that wall
and the symbols? I mean
what, what, what,
Jack the bloody Ripper?
Goodness sakes,
Sam
Someone once said
Charrington was Saucy Jack.
-That's for the tourists,
that's all!
-Sam
Really? What, you think
this is fine? I was chased.
They tried to kill me.
Kill you?
I don't think kill you.
They threw a chunk of metal
at my skull!
-They chased me--
-(door opens)
Ah, here's Tomo.
Alright. Who's this?
Mrs. Martin:
Did you chase this man?
-Who threw the metal at him?
-(inaudible)
Sorry.
Sorry?
You could've taken his
flip-darned head off!
Your dad's out there,
Peter Roberts,
-and we'll tell him
what you've been up to!
-(laughs)
What's so funny?
(quietly):
Nothing.
-Mr. Martin: Eh? You!
-Nothing.
Go on! Flip off!
(indistinct chatter)
There's your killers.
It wasn't them.
-Mrs. Martin: What?
-Mr. Martin: Oh,
for heaven's sake, Sam.
They were bigger, they
I mean, the clothes, yes.
Jess. Look, this isn't
Her dad told me she was dead.
Mrs. Martin:
He said that?
He said Epona's dead?
He said, "My child is dead."
That's not Epona.
Sam, yours isn't
the only tragedy remembered
this time of year.
Jason had a son,
Epona's brother.
It was an accident
with a combine,
Jason was operating.
Around this time,
things really get bad for him.
-He spins out.
-Then why did he blame me?
Sam, he blames everyone.
No, something's going on.
-I've seen anger, arguments--
-Mrs. Martin:
Does that surprise you
when you're saying
what you're saying
about this girl's father?
Okay, it's not just this.
It's-it's not that. It's just--
It's like I've been here before.
I saw something.
It was bloody and violent.
-Where did you see blood?
-It was
-I had this dream.
-Sam
-A fucking dream?!
-No! No, I know how that sounds.
It was so violent.
-She was mutilated!
-Alright, that's enough!
-Epona, you can
talk to me, okay?
-Mrs. Martin: Leave her alone.
I'm talking to her!
Epona, if something
happened here,
something's scaring you-- No,
don't look at her.
Look at me.
Is there someone frightening
you here on the island?
Who?
You.
Mrs. Martin:
Epona, why don't you
and shit-for-brains go
and sort out our teas?
Mr. Martin:
Come on, Epona.
(door creaks open)
(door closes)
Mrs. Martin:
Something appalling
happened to you.
It reached down inside you,
and ripped a piece of you out.
Killed it dead.
And all the time
you were saying,
"No, no, don't blame them."
When really,
you were raging inside.
No, I didn't
No, that's not true.
But rage will out, Sam.
Grief wants its pound of flesh.
It wants mayhem
and chaos and havoc.
It wants to destroy.
Now, I understand that.
But I'm not letting
it happen here.
♪
Sam:
We never got to see him.
His body, you know?
The current took him over
a weir, and he was
too damaged
to view.
(waves washing ashore)
I mean, he was-- he was dead.
There was no doubt.
But it just felt so unfinished.
(breathes shakily)
You go. You don't get to
touch or hold (sighs)
There was this time after
episodic psychosis,
they called it,
but I don't think
they knew what it was.
I'd suddenly be convinced
that everyone was
lying about it.
I accused people. (sniff)
The neighbors, the police.
Cas' father one time.
I have no memory of doing it.
The worst was when, uh
I thought-- (ragged breathing)
I thought he was still alive,
and then I'd remember,
and the, uh, the hurt was
(ragged breathing)
It's true what she
says about the rage.
Publicly, I was,
"Don't blame immigrants.
Don't blame-- don't blame them."
But inside
(sniff)
I just had to see
a Roma man, and I-I'd
I'd get this blind rage.
What is that?
What the fuck is that?
That's grief.
That is just grief.
Is it?
Because I don't know.
(waves washing ashore)
-How's Epona?
-Alive.
She's alive
because of you.
Back home, I feel like I might
lose my girls every single day.
He won't even let
me outta the country
unless he has someone
he trusts to spy on me.
But what you went through,
I don't have a clue
what that is like.
I've never been even
remotely close to that.
I think I recognize
things here.
Like I've been here.
You know you haven't, right?
You know you can't
recognize things.
They told me to tell you the
causeway closes in 20 minutes.
(sighs)
But they also said
that you're welcome to stay
for the dry run of the festival.
You should go.
I know you have to go.
Shit. I'm sorry.
(angry grunt)
♪
(keys jingling)
(inhales)
-(sighs)
-(opens door)
-(shuts door)
-(puts key in ignition)
(text dings)
(dinging)
(ethereal vocalizing)
(wind blowing)
(bird cawing)
(wind blowing)
(typing)
(water running)
(typing)
♪
(pub chatter)
♪
(pub chatter continues)
(inaudible)
(laughter, chatter)
Sound Tech (on microphone):
One, two. One, two
No! (laughs)
(crowd chatter)
I'm sorry.
No. I'm sorry.
I said stuff that--
No, not about that.
What? What about?
I don't want you to go.
Why? Why don't you want that?
(kiss)
♪
-(fire crackling)
-(crowd cheering)
-(man yelling)
-(cheering)
(whooping)
Man:
Heave!
Crowd:
Heave! Heave!
Heave!
-(drumming)
-(people cheering)
(laughter)
(drumming, chatter continues)
(lively chatter continues)
(hollering, whooping)
(sparks flaring)
(shouting, drumming continues)
(sparks exploding)
(people cheering)
(laughing)
(indistinct chatter)
♪
(crowd noise muffled)
(inaudible)
(muffled)
(scissors clicking)
(demonic laughter)
(children laughing)
(ominous music playing)
(dramatic crescendo)
-Oh my God!
-Fireworks and shit! (laughing)
Are you pissed?
I am so pissed.
-That didn't take long.
-(giggling)
Yeah, that's me.
-(fire crackling)
-(sighs)
Do you feel that?
It's safe.
Now that's what they have here.
No wonder they
wanna preserve it.
And you said that's what
you wanted for your family.
Well, if you lived here,
you'd already have it.
-Sam: Maybe.
-Maybe my ass.
-There's something
special about this place.
-(chuckles)
All the bullshit,
they don't care.
When was the last time
you really let go, Sam?
-Don't know. Long time.
-Mm
This place just
fucking begs you to.
Doesn't it?
What are you up to?
(fire continues crackling)
Oh my God,
are you kidding?
-What?
-Jesus, that's for kids! Christ!
How old are you?
-How old are you? (giggles)
-Me? I'm not doing that.
Oh. No, you're right.
You shouldn't,
considering
It's just they pack the kids
away to bed in a minute,
and then this place
is really gonna start
rocking!
-(laughs)
-Seriously? Dropping acid?
What, you never done it?
Yeah, but in my 20s.
-And did you like it?
-(laughs)
Who are you?
This person.
This husband something
terrible happened to.
Is that it?
Well, you're none of that here.
Not tonight.
Tonight, you're whoever
the fuck you wanna be.
A vacation from Sam.
-(chuckles)
-And all his woes,
for one night
-only!
-No, no, no!
Don't do that.
You-- (laughs)
-You're off your head!
-I will be in a minute.
-(laughs)
-Come with me.
-(sighs)
-Come on.
In the name of the Father,
and the Son,
and the hairy toast.
(laughs)
(sighs)
(low strings playing)
(fireworks popping)
♪
Are you getting
anything yet?
(Jess laughs)
When was the last time
you said that sentence?
June 1998.
(laughter)
-Oh, fuck.
-What?
I might be
getting something.
Yeah, I think I am.
Sam:
Actually, I think
you might be right.
♪
Jess:
(laughs) It's snowing.
-What's those lights?
-That's the village.
Right. Is it?
-Yeah, it is.
-Okay.
Where's the bonfire?
It's on the other side.
We should go there.
-Just wait a minute.
-Okay. (laughs)
Sam?
Was that the right
thing to do?
Just wait here.
I'm gonna come right back.
Okay. Oo-kay.
(muffled giggling)
(eerie echoes)
-(Jess sighs)
-(scuttling)
Jess:
Little doggies.
(echoing continues)
♪
(scuttling continues)
(sizzling)
(shallow breathing)
(scuttling continues)
(surreal rumbling)
Jess:
Is the fire coming out?
-(reversed chatter)
-Sam: What? There is no fire.
It's dead.
(laughs) Is it?
I thought it was
coming out, like,
coming out of the--
(laughs)
(Sam and Jess laughing)
Come with us.
-(gasps)
-(reversed chatter continues)
What?
Are you with us now?
What are you
talking about?
-Sam, you need to come with us.
-(laughing)
Are you two off your tits?
-(laughs)
-Larry's coming for you.
-What? What do you mean?
-Mr. Martin:
They've got weapons, Sam.
Knives, hatchets,
we've only just found out.
They want you dead,
Sam, they mean it.
What did he say?
Why?
Something to do with Epona.
-What? No, no, no. No, no, no.
-You and Epona.
We need to get you
away from here.
(ominous music playing)
(distorted crowd chatter)
♪
-(pop)
-(cheering)
(whooping)
-(pop)
-(whooping, screaming continues)
(man laughing)
(crackling)
You have to fucking trust me.
-Where's Jess?
-We left her with my husband.
-(laughter)
-(clattering)
Stay with me,
don't get separated.
(pop)
(music intensifies)
(trees creaking)
(leaves rustling)
I need to see that the coast
is clear. You stay here, okay?
-Are you going?
-I'll be five minutes,
I promise.
(crackling)
Don't, please
(wind blowing)
-(leaves rustling)
-(trees creaking)
♪
-(squishing)
-Oh! Ah! Ah!
Ah! (gasps)
-(panting)
-(squishing)
Hello?
Someone there?
(ragged breathing in distance)
Epona?
Is that you?
(heavy breathing)
(ethereal vocalizing)
(heavy breathing)
(shuddering breaths)
-(smack)
-(grunts)
(shuddering continues)
(sack ruffling)
(vocalizing continues)
(inaudible)
♪
SAM:
They did things to me.
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
Like a ceremony.
Can you feel it coming?
The darkness?
We on this island
bear such responsibility.
MAN: We were in decline.
The world was in decline.
We panicked.
What are they doing?
They're looking for him.
The whole city's getting dragged
into this now.
MAN: Flipping-- This is bad.
This is really flipping bad.
Listen to me.
I wanna get off this island!
WOMAN: Is now the time
that you're gonna give in
to the rage?
(MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪
(SCREAMING)
(MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪
I think it's beginning
to hit home,
what she was about to
-(THUD)
-Come with me now, love.
(EPONA SOBS)
SAM: You here for the festival?
I am.
SAM: What do you think
of these people?
I think Epona's hiding
something.
Do you know about her father?
Sam, Jason's not dangerous!
I need to get off this island.
My wife doesn't know
where I am.
And none of the phones
are working.
MR. MARTIN: The causeway
doesn't open until the morning.
In the meantime,
I suggest you settle in,
and get good and pissed.
(EERIE MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
MR. MARTIN: There's something
familiar about your face.
WOMAN: So, you have been here
before?
MRS. MARTIN: You can't leave.
(MUSIC FADES) ♪
♪
(wind blowing)
(distorted):
Stop!
(distorted):
Nathan!
(distorted, indistinct yelling)
(distorted):
Come back!
(leaves crinkling)
(indistinct whispering)
(fire crackling)
(heavy breathing)
(fire roaring, metal creaking)
(roaring continues)
♪
(banging)
-(chain rattling)
-(yelling)
(banging continues)
(crash)
-(squishing)
-(groaning)
(inhuman screeching)
(gasps, panting)
(birds chirping)
(gasps)
(clock ticking)
Oh, no. (sighs)
(sighs)
Oh fuck.
(sighs)
Jess:
I mean, did we actually
have sex? Because,
maybe we didn't.
I mean,
maybe we just slept.
-Do you remember?
-I
I don't remember anything.
(grunting)
-What the fuck are
you looking for?
-My boots.
I can't find my boots anywhere.
Oh shit.
There's tissues. Oh shit.
We fucked, didn't we?
(sighs)
-If my husband finds out
-How will he find out?
He finds shit out.
Did you use a condom?
I don't have condoms.
-You asshole!
-Do you have condoms?
Why would I have condoms?
I'm married.
So am I!
Look, th-this is not who I am.
Oh, Jesus Christ.
I get pregnant
at the drop of a hat.
Thank you. Thank you so much.
-(door slams)
-(sighs heavily)
(melancholy music playing)
(exhales)
Mr. Martin:
There he is!
Fun night last night?
That's Osea for you.
(sighs)
Our festival's gonna be
the effing bee's bananas,
as my wife would say.
Got a nice pot of tea here.
I'm gonna give you
and Mrs. Paffard
the full English
like you've never had it.
-Full Osea, I like to call it.
-You didn't wake me up.
I-I missed the causeway.
And you were gonna
bring Epona to me.
Well, I did come
to wake you, Sam,
but when I stood
outside your door,
I realized that
I couldn't disturb you.
Um, not my
business at all.
I do not make judgments.
Look, I really need to get home.
My wife doesn't know where I am.
I couldn't even call her
yester-- Is there a boat?
Well, we were relying
on Tomo's runabout
if anything happened,
but he went and ran it
into the blooming jetty
day before yesterday.
-Look, there's no phones.
-(sighs)
Causeway doesn't
open until 4:06.
Don't you deserve
to just relax?
Let us spoil you?
-We'd love that.
-(hits chair)
-(sighs)
-(birds chirping)
(swinging door opens)
(door shuts)
-(sighs)
-(picks up menu)
(chatter outdoors)
(clears throat)
(pouring)
Oh God, butter.
(groans)
Look, I'm sorry.
It's just
the situation with
my husband is complex.
After my first was born,
it got bad.
I was really down,
-you know?
-Post-natal, uh
Oh, no. No, it was him.
Being with him.
So, I was gonna leave.
I had a plan to take her
and get out,
and then I got pregnant again.
And I just couldn't.
So, after my second
was born, I spiraled.
There was this whole
period where I got lost
in booze and people and--
My husband got the courts
involved. He's so
manipulative and clever,
and he made it look like I--
He has custody,
so I don't sleep with people.
I don't drink.
I don't do anything that might
affect me seeing my girls.
He's not here.
He's not gonna find out.
Promise?
(chuckles)
What is it these people believe?
(laughs) Christianity.
With a bit of--
Look, the ancient Celts
believed Osea was
the soul of the world.
So, when Charrington came here
for his great experiment,
he needed belief.
So Charrington became
the father of the island,
the first in 2,000 years,
and it worked.
A society of criminals
and addicts lived
in blissful, hippie harmony.
When he died,
his son took over,
and then his son after that,
and so on and so on
What, they passed it on?
Seriously?
I mean, it's not like
he's a king or anything.
They just kinda
I don't know,
they trust him.
My granddad was stationed
here during the war.
-You know it was
a military base?
-Jess: Right.
He never talked about it, never.
You asked him,
he would clam up
like he'd been at Belsen.
I mean, don't you
find this all a bit
fucking weird? (laughs)
(laughs) Yes,
but so is Catholicism
and crystals
and quantum physics,
but hey.
Whatever gets you
through the day.
I mean,
these are good people.
They've always
been amazing to me,
which is why it
freaks me out that
they've discovered
I'm a whore.
(chuckles) Don't say that.
It happened.
You know, we both did it.
-You can regret it--
-I don't.
I don't regret it.
At all.
(cart rattling)
Mr. Martin:
Now, here we are.
Now, a full Osea is not
a full Osea without
Yeah. Very rare.
Slip of couple of them
sloppies down your neck,
-you'll be right as rain.
-(gagging)
Well, they're full of zinc!
-(door creaks)
-(indistinct yelling)
-Larry: Hand her the fuck over!
-(yelling)
What'd you fuckin' say to me?!
What'd you fuckin' say?!
(indistinct arguing)
Alright, alright
I'm calm.
-(door creaks)
-Mrs. Martin: Here.
Wanker said you need shoes.
(chuckles) Thank you.
How's Epona?
Alive.
Can I see her?
Why?
You don't trust us?
I'm not saying that. I just
You know,
the festival and
-She's up at the Big House.
-The Big House?
What you said,
it's been taken note of.
They're talking to her.
We need the festival.
We're on our knees,
but we won't put it
before that girl.
I told her about your loss.
I wanted her to see that
she's not alone in feeling pain.
So, what? You think we're
connected then? Why?
'Cause I found her?
Maybe you were
meant to find her.
I don't believe in
stuff like that.
No, you don't think you do, Sam.
But you just might.
Somewhere in you.
Mrs. Martin:
I'll bring her to you
when they're done,
but it might be
a while, yeah?
(birds chirping)
(crowd chatter)
-(cheering, shouting)
-Preacher: Burn the sin
from his soul!
-Sear all doubt in his mind.
-(congregation shouting)
-For he hath sacrificed!
-(cheering)
-In the name of the Christ
-(cheering)
take this man!
In the name of the Lord,
take this man!
And in the name
of the sea and the land,
take this man, God,
and strike redemption
into his heart!
-(cheering)
-Burn the sin from his soul,
which thou hath made separate.
And these things we fight
inside this sinner.
-(applause)
-(inaudible)
Preacher:
Oh God, was it not said?
He reveals deep
and secret things
-and He knows what
is in the darkness.
-(cheering)
For oh God,
was it not said
-I will fill your
mountains with the dead!
-(cheering)
The hills, valleys, streams,
with bodies,
slaughtered by the sword.
For oh God, was it not said
woe unto the inhabiters
of the Earth
-for the devil has
come down onto thee!
-(congregation cheering)
Now, I want you to look at this
man that kneels before me.
-(crying)
-See what he has lost!
The blood of his blood
has been spilled for you!
-(applause)
-(man crying)
Oh Lord, take this
sacrifice from this man.
-Let him swim in
the sea of your love.
-(cheering)
Take the blood of his blood
-(sobbing)
-that we have spilled for you.
-Show him redemption! Drown him!
-(cheering)
-Until he is clean
-(sound fades out)
♪
(ethereal vocalizing)
(groans)
They said you'd be down here.
Yeah, hiding
my slutty face.
God knows what
they're saying.
No one cares about
gossip, Jess.
Everyone cares about gossip!
(waves washing ashore)
Sam, I wanted to apologize
about what I said this morning.
I know not everyone's marriage
is as fucked up as mine--
I'm-I'm-I'm not sorry
you said it.
I've been through
stuff as well, Jess.
What you said
and what we did
made me feel like
I could actually breathe.
What stuff?
My son was murdered.
(Jess gasps)
They found his body in
a river on the mainland.
Near here.
Yesterday was the anniversary.
Every year, I
put another piece of his
clothing in that water.
It's the only way
we can let go of him,
one piece at a time.
Jess: Sam
-(Sam sighs)
-My God, I--
Stop. You don't have
to say anything
clever or wise.
It's not like in a film.
I don't live it every second
of every day.
You go to work, you watch TV
you feel guilty about
the gym membership
you don't use.
You just happen to have a hole
inside you that doesn't heal.
Jess: What happened?
I arranged to meet this man
near Maldon.
He was a friend of my granddad.
Just out of curiosity.
I decided to take Nathan.
And the man didn't show up,
so we had a spare day.
I found a fair.
And we were there.
I took this call,
this very intense call.
And I turned around
And he was gone.
He just wasn't there.
You know what it's like.
When you lose them for
a second and in that moment,
your whole world drops.
Well, it was like that,
but it never went away.
He was missing for two weeks.
He hadn't been abused,
it was nothing like that.
The man just took him.
(Jess breathing shakily)
His name was Goltan.
I remember they made a big
fuss about that at the time.
Name like a supervillain.
You know, "Goltan."
In truth, he was
a Romanian guy with
learning difficulties.
He'd had previous convictions
in his own country.
So
(gasps)
Came forward and confessed,
and then he killed himself
before he went to trial,
so we never found out
why he did it.
(sighs)
Oh God
Your wife.
Your poor wife.
Sam:
You haven't done anything.
Okay, we're still together.
We love each other,
but pain doesn't
work that way.
You can't share it.
Agony's
(sighs)
Agony's bespoke.
Yours is yours,
theirs is theirs.
Mostly, grief's just
-lonely.
-(Jess sighs)
So we've done that.
That's over with.
Should we talk about
something else?
-Tell me about all this.
-Sam.
-Tell me, please.
-Jesus, Sam--
Please.
Okay.
So there's
a trinity of gods:
Teutates, Taranis, and Esus.
-But, you know, actually--
-Esus is the one
from the festival.
Yeah.
Their priests would dress
as things from the sea,
and take non-Celts--
Picts and Gauls--
and bring them
here for sacrifice.
Uh, for Taranis,
it was drowning,
for Teutates, fire,
and Esus, hanging.
But they're not so keen to
talk about it these days
'cause it might not be great
for the festival to know
you're glamping on the site of
a sustained ethnic genocide.
Hm.
If you wanna know more about it,
you should talk to Mimir.
-The stuff he has found--
-Mimir, you said Mimir.
Yeah, he's the archaeologist, or
they call him that because he--
Wait, why?
Do you know him?
No, no.
♪
(leaves rustling)
(fly buzzing)
(geese honking)
Hello?
-Are you okay?
-(flies buzzing)
(shallow breathing)
(crying)
♪
(straining)
(sighs)
Are you Mimir?
(heavy breathing)
Sam:
Are you Mimir?
Do you know who I am?
(grunts, sighs)
(thuds)
♪
Why do you have this?
(heavy breathing)
Did you see my son?
What did we do to you?
What did you do to me?
-(bang)
-(gasps)
-Man: Mimir, you cunt!
-Go!
-Don't open it!
-(bang)
Go!
♪
(banging)
You've been
talking, cunt.
Mimir:
Never! I love Osea.
You can get rid
of all this shit.
It's been lying out
in the open too long.
He wants to talk to you, boy.
Somethin' big's happening.
Come on.
Come on, good boy!
(insects chirping)
(leaves crunching)
♪
(leaves rustling)
(heavy breathing)
(click)
(fire crackling)
-(chain rattling)
-(crackling gets louder)
(flames roar)
(roaring stops)
(sobbing in distance)
(wind blowing)
♪
(heavy breathing)
(panting)
Hey!
-(foliage crinkling)
-(indistinct whispering)
Hey!
(whispering continues)
♪
Who is that?
-Alright, listen. This isn't
-(man laughing)
-If you're trying
to frighten me--
-(metal clanging)
(man laughing)
(wheezing laugh)
I'm not interested in--
(glass shattering)
-(laughter)
-(metal clanging)
Alright, what
are you gonna do?
Hm?
What exactly are you gonna do?
(clang)
(tense music playing)
(indistinct yelling)
Ah!
(gasps)
(gunshot)
(bird wings flapping)
(crying)
You fucking
(crying)
My child is dead.
No, no, no, that can't be--
Because of you.
-No
-(crying)
-I saved her--
-Do not fuckin' talk.
Okay?
(crying)
(heavy breathing)
I know what you feel.
I know its heat.
You want to pretend
you don't hate.
I see hate dripping from you.
You wanna rip flesh open.
And that's what I want.
I wanna do it right now.
No
You don't have to--
You don't have
to give into that.
(sniff) What if I want to?
What if I wanna give in?
Kill you right now.
Don't, please
♪
(heavy breathing)
It's coming.
The darkness.
The darkness is coming.
(heavy breathing)
-(slams)
-Help me with this.
-What?
-Sam: We have to get
off the island.
They're chasing me!
-Who?
-Men in masks. Those big
fucking masks they wear.
-There were men.
-Sam, Sam, that's the Sajora.
That's just this tradition here.
It's not the tradition.
I know the tradition.
This wasn't the tradition.
It was people trying
to fucking kill me.
Jess, they threw a lump
of metal at my head.
A chunk of motorbike,
and it crashed
inches from my face!
-Oh my God.
-Yeah, I only got away because
Epona's dad showed up
with a shotgun
-and fired-fired at them.
-He fired a fucking gun?
Yes! And they ran
and then I thought
he was gonna kill me!
Why would he kill you?
(heavy breathing)
-Because Epona's dead.
-What?
No. Sam, I just
spoke to Mr. Martin--
-No, he was lying!
-He said she's fine! She's--
Her father told me.
-She's dead.
-No, no, no.
Well, maybe he was lying.
-I mean, that guy
is a fucking mess.
-He wasn't lying.
I know what it feels like
to lose a child,
and that man has lost a child.
I saw things, Jess.
Flesh and mutilation,
and her top covered in blood.
-Oh my God.
-And Mimir? Mimir
-he had this.
-(crinkling paper)
You said he was
an archaeologist.
No, no, no.
That's just what they call him
because he likes to
dig around in the past.
-I think--
I think he's a doctor.
-A coroner!
He was a coroner. He was
looking into my son's death.
We never met him.
And now he's living here.
And Epona's dead the day
after trying to hang herself
in the exact spot where
Nathan was-was-was found.
They're connected.
And these fucking people
-know about it, and they--
-W-w-what do you mean?
Like-- like a serial thing?
-No. No, something else.
-Some kind of serial
-What?
-Y-you talked of
sacrifice here.
Sacrifice?
-Sam, that was 2,000 years ago!
-Look at this place.
Is there anything
fucking normal here?
I found dead animals
all over this island.
Who's doing that?
And there are
pictures down there
hanging on the wall of
Jack the Ripper's victims.
Is that standard?
Men in masks have
just chased me!
-Someone nearly shot me!
-Okay,
-if this is all true,
then what do we do?
-We get off the island!
-We find a phone,
we call the police now.
-Okay, how?
(sighs)
Can you swim?
-What the fuck?
-Yeah, no, I can't.
-I'm a terrible swimmer.
-You mean across there? No,
-I can't swim two miles
to the mainland.
-They talked of a boat,
Tomo's boat
Oh, they said it was,
uh, broken.
Okay. Well, um,
-well, if they're
lying about that--
-How do we get off--
(knocking)
Mrs. Martin:
You in there?
We wanna have
a little chat with you
about all this silliness.
Mr. Martin:
Sam, let Mrs. Paffard
come out now, please.
-She's not got to do
with any of this.
-(rattling window)
(scraping)
Mrs. Martin:
Oh, Sam. Don't be silly now.
That ain't gonna
stop anything, is it?
(metal clanging)
-Are you serious?
-Take it.
Sam Are we
gonna hurt people?
-Mrs. Martin:
We're coming in now, okay?
-(banging door)
(creaking)
Fuck me,
you are a silly sausage.
Nice cup of tea.
I took the liberty of putting
a drop of whiskey in there.
Oh, don't be
a fucking arsehole.
-Fair enough, love.
-Sam: Epona,
are you alright?
My neck's a bit sore,
but yeah. I'm okay.
Epona, if there's something,
anything, going on
here in this place
that scares you--
-You don't have the right--
-Sam: I'm talking to Epona.
What is it you
people believe in?
-We're Christians.
-Sam: Christians?
What? And-and-and that wall
and the symbols? I mean
what, what, what,
Jack the bloody Ripper?
Goodness sakes,
Sam
Someone once said
Charrington was Saucy Jack.
-That's for the tourists,
that's all!
-Sam
Really? What, you think
this is fine? I was chased.
They tried to kill me.
Kill you?
I don't think kill you.
They threw a chunk of metal
at my skull!
-They chased me--
-(door opens)
Ah, here's Tomo.
Alright. Who's this?
Mrs. Martin:
Did you chase this man?
-Who threw the metal at him?
-(inaudible)
Sorry.
Sorry?
You could've taken his
flip-darned head off!
Your dad's out there,
Peter Roberts,
-and we'll tell him
what you've been up to!
-(laughs)
What's so funny?
(quietly):
Nothing.
-Mr. Martin: Eh? You!
-Nothing.
Go on! Flip off!
(indistinct chatter)
There's your killers.
It wasn't them.
-Mrs. Martin: What?
-Mr. Martin: Oh,
for heaven's sake, Sam.
They were bigger, they
I mean, the clothes, yes.
Jess. Look, this isn't
Her dad told me she was dead.
Mrs. Martin:
He said that?
He said Epona's dead?
He said, "My child is dead."
That's not Epona.
Sam, yours isn't
the only tragedy remembered
this time of year.
Jason had a son,
Epona's brother.
It was an accident
with a combine,
Jason was operating.
Around this time,
things really get bad for him.
-He spins out.
-Then why did he blame me?
Sam, he blames everyone.
No, something's going on.
-I've seen anger, arguments--
-Mrs. Martin:
Does that surprise you
when you're saying
what you're saying
about this girl's father?
Okay, it's not just this.
It's-it's not that. It's just--
It's like I've been here before.
I saw something.
It was bloody and violent.
-Where did you see blood?
-It was
-I had this dream.
-Sam
-A fucking dream?!
-No! No, I know how that sounds.
It was so violent.
-She was mutilated!
-Alright, that's enough!
-Epona, you can
talk to me, okay?
-Mrs. Martin: Leave her alone.
I'm talking to her!
Epona, if something
happened here,
something's scaring you-- No,
don't look at her.
Look at me.
Is there someone frightening
you here on the island?
Who?
You.
Mrs. Martin:
Epona, why don't you
and shit-for-brains go
and sort out our teas?
Mr. Martin:
Come on, Epona.
(door creaks open)
(door closes)
Mrs. Martin:
Something appalling
happened to you.
It reached down inside you,
and ripped a piece of you out.
Killed it dead.
And all the time
you were saying,
"No, no, don't blame them."
When really,
you were raging inside.
No, I didn't
No, that's not true.
But rage will out, Sam.
Grief wants its pound of flesh.
It wants mayhem
and chaos and havoc.
It wants to destroy.
Now, I understand that.
But I'm not letting
it happen here.
♪
Sam:
We never got to see him.
His body, you know?
The current took him over
a weir, and he was
too damaged
to view.
(waves washing ashore)
I mean, he was-- he was dead.
There was no doubt.
But it just felt so unfinished.
(breathes shakily)
You go. You don't get to
touch or hold (sighs)
There was this time after
episodic psychosis,
they called it,
but I don't think
they knew what it was.
I'd suddenly be convinced
that everyone was
lying about it.
I accused people. (sniff)
The neighbors, the police.
Cas' father one time.
I have no memory of doing it.
The worst was when, uh
I thought-- (ragged breathing)
I thought he was still alive,
and then I'd remember,
and the, uh, the hurt was
(ragged breathing)
It's true what she
says about the rage.
Publicly, I was,
"Don't blame immigrants.
Don't blame-- don't blame them."
But inside
(sniff)
I just had to see
a Roma man, and I-I'd
I'd get this blind rage.
What is that?
What the fuck is that?
That's grief.
That is just grief.
Is it?
Because I don't know.
(waves washing ashore)
-How's Epona?
-Alive.
She's alive
because of you.
Back home, I feel like I might
lose my girls every single day.
He won't even let
me outta the country
unless he has someone
he trusts to spy on me.
But what you went through,
I don't have a clue
what that is like.
I've never been even
remotely close to that.
I think I recognize
things here.
Like I've been here.
You know you haven't, right?
You know you can't
recognize things.
They told me to tell you the
causeway closes in 20 minutes.
(sighs)
But they also said
that you're welcome to stay
for the dry run of the festival.
You should go.
I know you have to go.
Shit. I'm sorry.
(angry grunt)
♪
(keys jingling)
(inhales)
-(sighs)
-(opens door)
-(shuts door)
-(puts key in ignition)
(text dings)
(dinging)
(ethereal vocalizing)
(wind blowing)
(bird cawing)
(wind blowing)
(typing)
(water running)
(typing)
♪
(pub chatter)
♪
(pub chatter continues)
(inaudible)
(laughter, chatter)
Sound Tech (on microphone):
One, two. One, two
No! (laughs)
(crowd chatter)
I'm sorry.
No. I'm sorry.
I said stuff that--
No, not about that.
What? What about?
I don't want you to go.
Why? Why don't you want that?
(kiss)
♪
-(fire crackling)
-(crowd cheering)
-(man yelling)
-(cheering)
(whooping)
Man:
Heave!
Crowd:
Heave! Heave!
Heave!
-(drumming)
-(people cheering)
(laughter)
(drumming, chatter continues)
(lively chatter continues)
(hollering, whooping)
(sparks flaring)
(shouting, drumming continues)
(sparks exploding)
(people cheering)
(laughing)
(indistinct chatter)
♪
(crowd noise muffled)
(inaudible)
(muffled)
(scissors clicking)
(demonic laughter)
(children laughing)
(ominous music playing)
(dramatic crescendo)
-Oh my God!
-Fireworks and shit! (laughing)
Are you pissed?
I am so pissed.
-That didn't take long.
-(giggling)
Yeah, that's me.
-(fire crackling)
-(sighs)
Do you feel that?
It's safe.
Now that's what they have here.
No wonder they
wanna preserve it.
And you said that's what
you wanted for your family.
Well, if you lived here,
you'd already have it.
-Sam: Maybe.
-Maybe my ass.
-There's something
special about this place.
-(chuckles)
All the bullshit,
they don't care.
When was the last time
you really let go, Sam?
-Don't know. Long time.
-Mm
This place just
fucking begs you to.
Doesn't it?
What are you up to?
(fire continues crackling)
Oh my God,
are you kidding?
-What?
-Jesus, that's for kids! Christ!
How old are you?
-How old are you? (giggles)
-Me? I'm not doing that.
Oh. No, you're right.
You shouldn't,
considering
It's just they pack the kids
away to bed in a minute,
and then this place
is really gonna start
rocking!
-(laughs)
-Seriously? Dropping acid?
What, you never done it?
Yeah, but in my 20s.
-And did you like it?
-(laughs)
Who are you?
This person.
This husband something
terrible happened to.
Is that it?
Well, you're none of that here.
Not tonight.
Tonight, you're whoever
the fuck you wanna be.
A vacation from Sam.
-(chuckles)
-And all his woes,
for one night
-only!
-No, no, no!
Don't do that.
You-- (laughs)
-You're off your head!
-I will be in a minute.
-(laughs)
-Come with me.
-(sighs)
-Come on.
In the name of the Father,
and the Son,
and the hairy toast.
(laughs)
(sighs)
(low strings playing)
(fireworks popping)
♪
Are you getting
anything yet?
(Jess laughs)
When was the last time
you said that sentence?
June 1998.
(laughter)
-Oh, fuck.
-What?
I might be
getting something.
Yeah, I think I am.
Sam:
Actually, I think
you might be right.
♪
Jess:
(laughs) It's snowing.
-What's those lights?
-That's the village.
Right. Is it?
-Yeah, it is.
-Okay.
Where's the bonfire?
It's on the other side.
We should go there.
-Just wait a minute.
-Okay. (laughs)
Sam?
Was that the right
thing to do?
Just wait here.
I'm gonna come right back.
Okay. Oo-kay.
(muffled giggling)
(eerie echoes)
-(Jess sighs)
-(scuttling)
Jess:
Little doggies.
(echoing continues)
♪
(scuttling continues)
(sizzling)
(shallow breathing)
(scuttling continues)
(surreal rumbling)
Jess:
Is the fire coming out?
-(reversed chatter)
-Sam: What? There is no fire.
It's dead.
(laughs) Is it?
I thought it was
coming out, like,
coming out of the--
(laughs)
(Sam and Jess laughing)
Come with us.
-(gasps)
-(reversed chatter continues)
What?
Are you with us now?
What are you
talking about?
-Sam, you need to come with us.
-(laughing)
Are you two off your tits?
-(laughs)
-Larry's coming for you.
-What? What do you mean?
-Mr. Martin:
They've got weapons, Sam.
Knives, hatchets,
we've only just found out.
They want you dead,
Sam, they mean it.
What did he say?
Why?
Something to do with Epona.
-What? No, no, no. No, no, no.
-You and Epona.
We need to get you
away from here.
(ominous music playing)
(distorted crowd chatter)
♪
-(pop)
-(cheering)
(whooping)
-(pop)
-(whooping, screaming continues)
(man laughing)
(crackling)
You have to fucking trust me.
-Where's Jess?
-We left her with my husband.
-(laughter)
-(clattering)
Stay with me,
don't get separated.
(pop)
(music intensifies)
(trees creaking)
(leaves rustling)
I need to see that the coast
is clear. You stay here, okay?
-Are you going?
-I'll be five minutes,
I promise.
(crackling)
Don't, please
(wind blowing)
-(leaves rustling)
-(trees creaking)
♪
-(squishing)
-Oh! Ah! Ah!
Ah! (gasps)
-(panting)
-(squishing)
Hello?
Someone there?
(ragged breathing in distance)
Epona?
Is that you?
(heavy breathing)
(ethereal vocalizing)
(heavy breathing)
(shuddering breaths)
-(smack)
-(grunts)
(shuddering continues)
(sack ruffling)
(vocalizing continues)
(inaudible)
♪
SAM:
They did things to me.
(OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS) ♪
Like a ceremony.
Can you feel it coming?
The darkness?
We on this island
bear such responsibility.
MAN: We were in decline.
The world was in decline.
We panicked.
What are they doing?
They're looking for him.
The whole city's getting dragged
into this now.
MAN: Flipping-- This is bad.
This is really flipping bad.
Listen to me.
I wanna get off this island!
WOMAN: Is now the time
that you're gonna give in
to the rage?
(MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪
(SCREAMING)
(MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪