Unwelcome (2022) - full transcript

Okay.

Okay.

Anything?

Give us a chance, babe.

Are you telling me

all that incredible
sex was for nothing?

Have you put the rice on?

- Yes, chef.
- Yeah, not too much.

Oh, fuck!

Hmm. Well, we know
it's not your eggs.

It's my boys. They just...
need a bit of get-up-and-go.



We can try the frozen
peas on my bollocks again.

The most humiliating
night of my life.

I remember that. Was
that even a thing?

God knows. Anyway,
who needs kids?

Can't go to the pub,

can't go on holiday.
You can't get stoned.

And our sex life will be me
wanking six nights a week.

Twice on Sundays.

Hey, little baby, don't you cry

Mamma's gonna buy you a...

House in a gentrified
part of London

It's all right to be a
little bit wobbly, babe.

- Hmm?
- I'm not wobbly.

- Yeah, you are.
- No, I'm not.



I know you, you are.

It's always been you and me
versus the rest of the world.

And soon it might be you...

and me...

and it versus the
rest of the world.

Oh, God, they don't
stand a chance.

No, they don't.

The moment of truth.

Okay.

No?

Yeah.

No.

Holy shit! Yes!

Careful, careful,
careful! I'm pregnant!

- Oh, my God. Call your mum.
- I said it out loud.

- I'm... I'm pregnant.
- We need to get champagne.

I know, I... I can't
drink any more.

Well, alcohol-free fizzy, then.

Oh, my God, you are
fucking amazing!

Mwah!

- You're amazing!
- Oh, my God, okay. Um...

Either way, this
means one of my boys

got through. I am a man!

Okay, I need to go
and do it again.

I need to go and call my mum.

I'm gonna go and do it again.

- We're having a baby.
- I'm pregnant.

- I love you.
- I love you.

Oh, my God.

Oh, fuck.

Excuse me. Mate.

Yeah, you.

Sorry for calling you
a wanker yesterday.

- That's all right...
- Got any blow?

Uh, no. No, I don't...

Mate, what's wrong? I
can't ask a question?

Fucking anti-social,
man. Am I right?

Excuse me, mate.
What's that, champagne?

What, you rich, mate?

Excuse me! Mate!

Yo!

What, are you the
Secret Millionaire?

You gonna answer
me or what, wanker?

It's not champagne, it's
fucking prosecco. Okay?

Non-alcoholic.

My girlfriend's pregnant,
so go fuck yourself. Okay?

Honey, I'm home!

Got the bubbly-wubbly.

Good, babe. Because
I'm definitely,

definitely pregnant.

Have you called your mum?
She's gonna go mental.

Oh, shit. Yeah, no, I
need to call her now.

Go fuck myself?

- No, no, no, no!
- Babe?

Oh, my God.

No, please. Please, stop!

Hi, uh, is that the police?

Uh, yeah, I need someone

to come, um, right now, please.

Um, there's...

There's a break-in. Yeah,
it's, um, 115 Duncombe Road...

Help! Help!

Help!

No, please, she's pregnant!

Whoo!

Get away! Get away from me!

Whoo!

Is that right?
You up the spout?

Well, go on, then. Do it!

Let's find out if you're
really nice... or nasty.

That's it, girl.

Shit, feds! Fam,
come on! Come on!

Nice girl, then. Shame, that.

Jamie...

My God. It's so green.

Slight change from the estate.

Yeah. Just a bit.

Look, I don't want
to be the fun police,

but you have to stop
smiling all the time.

I can't help it. It's
just... gorgeous.

Your Aunt Maeve has
just died, remember?

I... I know. I know.

But she's left us a
house with a huge garden.

Yeah, I get it, babe,

but have a little
dignity in your grief.

Ah. Just happy. And... and sad.

There's milk in the fridge,

and I made sure you had
a full canister of gas.

God forbid you should start
your new life in a house

where you can't boil a
kettle for a cup of tea.

We have an actual septic tank.

We are proper country bumpkins.

He's so easily pleased.
Um, what about the roof?

Oh, no. I can sort that.

You can't change a light bulb
without getting vertigo, babe.

We'll get a professional.

- I'll email you some names.
- Great, thank you.

Thanks, Niamh,
you've been amazing.

- Oh, no bother, sure.
- Seriously.

Maeve wanted to keep the
place in your family, Jamie.

And she'd have loved you, Maya.

Did you know her well?

As well as anyone could,
which is to say... not very.

She was a funny one, Maeve.

There is one more thing
I need to show you,

and it's a little bit...

little bit peculiar.

Yeah, I came on holiday
here loads as a kid.

It was good times.

I remember you. All
freckles and elbows,

running round like a cat
with its tail on fire,

chasing bees and butterflies.

Aunt Maeve was always
giving me sweets.

Club chocolate bars.
Do you remember them?

I think she used to spoil me
because she never had kids.

Oh, yeah.

I remember this.

Aunt Maeve would never
let me go in there.

Can we go through there?

Do we... do we own
the wood as well?

Maeve believed in the old ways.

Every evening, before sunset,

she'd leave a blood
offering here.

Sorry, did you say blood?

Well, not like the Aztec fellas

ripping their hearts out
of their chests. No, no.

She'd leave a little slice
of liver or some such.

For who?

- The Little People.
- Leprechauns?

Brilliant. Oh, I love
it. It's so Irish.

Not leprechauns, exactly.

Some call them the Far
Darrig, or the Redcaps.

So she thought that
these leprechauns, um...

sorry, Little People,
lived in that wood?

Maeve's was a life of sorrow.

She did have a
child, but one she...

Oh, no, please, tell us.

Her husband, a young man,

funny fella, like
yourself, Jamie...

he passed first.

Pneumonia.

Then the child.

- Maeve blamed herself.
- Why?

Maeve told me it was punishment

for turning her back
on the old ways.

Well, she fell in
love, had a family...

and she forgot to respect
the Little People.

Poor woman, losing
her baby like that.

Seriously, I had no idea.
Mum... Mum never said a thing.

Maeve truly believed that what
she was doing was important.

And if it's all right with you,

I'd like to continue
the tradition.

An offering. Every day.

You mean you would be coming
into our garden every day?

I'm not sure we're...

No, um, I can do it.

Every day?

We've been gifted
this beautiful house,

and if doing this is the
only price we have to pay,

then we're very,
very happy to do it.

- It's no problem. No.
- I promise.

Bless you both.

Come to Fennessy's tonight.

- First drink is on the house.
- Thanks, Niamh.

- We will. Thank you.
- We will.

It's very sweet. Bye-bye.

Did you pack any raw liver?

You know, that's the one thing
I forgot to pack. Damn it.

Shit. Shit!

I had a list and everything.

- It was, uh, milk, tea bags...
- Blood.

Bloody raw liver for
the... what is it,

Redcap-offering-ritual thing?

What was I thinking?

This is our house.

We live here.

Can you believe it?

Hmm?

I never thought
that we'd get out.

Hey, hey, hey, hey...

That's in the past.

All right? I am never going

to let that happen to you again.

We're safe here.

I promise. Okay?

Just you, me and the little one.

- Mm.
- Mm-hmm.

Echoes of the pain

That you have hung
upon the staves

-Let it flow -Let it flow

-Let it flow -Let it flow

I hear the wind

Rattling my window pane

-Let it blow -Let it blow

-Let it blow -Let it blow

Parallel lines

Running through time

Parallel lines

They will never entwine

Birds gunshot scatter
from your eyes...

Hey! Hey, shoo!

Shoo! Go on.

Shoo!

Look what I found.

Oh, yeah.

This used to be on
the mantelpiece.

Yeah, Maeve would cross herself

every time she looked at it.

Do you think that's her child?

Oh, yeah. That.

Yeah, I'll fix it
tomorrow, babe.

Going. Yeah.

I need an Irish SIM.

Hi.

My husband emailed you about
getting some work done.

Ah, okay. It could have gone
into your junk mail maybe.

Niamh recommended
you. Does that help?

Yeah, it's our roof.

Yeah.

Um...

I mean, as soon as
possible, really.

Yeah.

Since when did you eat Marmite?

Cravings, babe. Cravings.

I mean... could they
start this week?

She's actually laughing.

Your Aunt Maeve
was some character,

I can tell you.

Healing hands, she had.

Oh, she helped me with a touch
of the gout back in the day,

and for that, well, Jesus...

No, no, put that
away. Put that away.

- Really?
- No, it's on the house.

- It's my treat.
- Oh...

Mm. Mm...

Oh, man, this is so good.

- Everyone is so nice here.
- Yeah, they are.

Hey, whoa! Check it out. Look.

General builders. Brilliant.

This wasn't on Niamh's
list, though, babe.

Darling, this is Ireland.

It rains 365 days of the year

every year, not just leap years.

The weather hasn't
been that bad, has it?

Not yet. It's sunny
now, but trust me.

Roofing and kitchens. Result!

- Hello?
- Babe, we should at least...

Fuck me!

Jesus Christ!

Thanks for that!

- It's all right. It's okay.
- Fuck!

Shh, shh.

Hi.

- Sláinte!
- Sláinte!

Oh! Ah.

- There you are, son.
- Oh!

You'll taste the
difference straight away.

It's not like that muck they
give you over in London.

- Good luck to you both now.
- Thank you.

Baby clothes. Like
this. A whole sack.

I won't take no for an answer.

That's actually... Thank you!

- They're so nice. Thank you.
- Great!

They're lovely. Aw!

- Hi.
- Oh, bejaysus.

Cheers.

Sláinte.

- I'm Seamus.
- Nice to meet you, Seamus.

Maeve's house must be
a right auld shambles.

She never had much time for
your modern innovations.

Jaysus, she didn't even
get the electricity

till after the millennium.

Yeah, it's a
fixer-upper. Yeah, mate.

Big feckin' hole in the roof.

Oh, we've noticed.
That's our priority.

But trying to find a
builder round here...

that isn't booked
up is impossible.

Ah. They're all
busy lads, huh?

No. Actually, we've been lucky.

We managed to find someone
to start straight away.

What's his name, um...?

- Col...?
- Colm Whelan.

The Whelans!

That shower of cowboys.

Is there a problem?

Ah, don't take any
notice of them.

The Whelans are fine.

They might get a little
raucous at the weekends,

but they'll do a good job.

Daddy Whelan keeps them

under control, sure enough.

You'll be grand.

Just don't leave your
missus alone with the lads.

They'll be playing on her baps
like kids on a bouncy castle.

Wow!

Rory, would you
ever shut your hole?

- It's... it's not cool, man.
- Wow. No.

I don't mean nothing by it.

I do think you're beautiful...

Now, that's it now. Home.

Go home and sober
up, you old fool.

You're an old witch.

Away and wash the
back of your bollocks!

Go home and you can
apologize when you're sober!

Ah! Me bollocks!

And take your dog with you!

Fuck you! Come on! Ah! Ah!

Go on! Youse can take your...

So... what did you
leave out tonight?

- Sorry?
- For the Redcaps?

- Oh, shit. I'm so sorry.
- Did we do it?

I completely forgot.

Maya, you promised.
You said...

I know. I'll do it as
soon as I get home.

Cross my heart, pinkie promise.

Uh, what was it?

It was raw liver
and... Was that it?

- Yeah.
- Right.

Can I have a... a word?

- Fucking hell.
- You're in trouble.

- Really? This is really fun.
- Go on. Go and get told off.

What'll you have, Father?

Guinness, please, a half.

- Let me do this.
- Do what now?

You won't even know I'm there.
First thing in the morning...

So you want to wander in and out

of our garden, willy-nilly?

It's our house,
it's our garden. No.

I made a promise to Maeve.

And I get that, but I can't...

- What harm will I do?
- No, Niamh!

Look, back in...

back in London...

we had three guys break into
our flat and try to kill us.

What? I'm so sorry. I...

I had no idea.

That... that must
have been awful.

Yeah, it was. And I can't
be scared in my own house.

Not any more. Not again.
And not with this child.

When you said you'd forgotten...

I broke a promise,
and I know that.

It's important, Maya.
You have to do this.

God, you really do
believe, don't you?

I saw one once.

In the wood at the
bottom of your garden,

sure as I'm standing
here. Plain as day.

But what happened
to not perpetuating

stereotypes of
leprechauns and all that?

The Far Darrig...

are not jolly
little elves, Maya.

They'll be hungry.

And they'll need
feeding, every day.

Okay.

Okay. Every day.

Promise.

Thank you.

Molly!

Molly, come back here now!

You silly dog, ya! Ahh!

'Twas a box of the
finest old oak, sir

'Twas a foot long
and four inches wide

Says I to myself,
"Fuck the fairies," ha!

And I took a quick look inside

Now I opened the
lid of this box, sir

And I swear that
my story is true

'Twas an ancient old
Irish French letter

A relic of Brian Boru...

Come on! Come on, Molly!

Go on up the yard now.

'Twas an ancient old
Irish French letter

'Twas a foot long
and made of elk hide

Molly!

Molly! Come back here now!

Who's there?

Away home now. Stop
wasting my time.

You feckin' Jackeens! I'll
kick your arse for youse!

It's past your
bedtime, little one.

What are you now?

Boo!

Wake up! Babe, wake up!

Shh, quiet. You'll wake them up.

Oh, for fuck's sake!

Move your arses.

I want this kitchen done
before I die of old age.

Yeah, well, if he's
not movin' them,

what am I supposed to do?

Careful, you big gobshite!

Hello?

Oh. Jamie, Maya.

Lovely to see you again.

Mr Whelan, we weren't
expecting you.

Daddy Whelan.

Everyone calls me Daddy. Hmm?

Job fell through,
so we, uh, thought

no time like the present, huh?

Look, you don't mind us at all.

You just carry on with your
day as if we weren't here.

Okay, um, it's just we
would have preferred

if you'd called ahead

because you all scared
the shit out of us.

No, you, maybe. I
mean, I was fine.

Actually... actually, I
wasn't. I was terrified.

Would you like a cup
of tea, Mr Whelan?

Daddy. Call me Daddy.

- Three sugars, plenty of milk.
- Sorry.

So, you're gonna be starting

on the kitchen
first, not the roof?

I mean, we would actually
rather the roof was done...

Well, the scaffold won't be
here till tomorrow, so, uh...

we thought why not make
the use of our time

and start on your kitchen?

Eoin, help your sister
with that, will you,

before she drops it.

I'll dock it from
both your wages.

You brothers and
sisters, are you?

Eoin's our brother
from another mother.

She was a big auld
fuckin' lump, too.

Killian!

So, you're starting

a family business yourself, huh?

- Yes.
- When is it due?

Thanks, darling.
Um, any day now.

- Really soon.
- Boy or a girl?

Oh, well, we want
it to be a surprise.

Killian.

Use the cutters, for Jaysus's
sake, not your teeth.

Um, is it three
sugars, Mr. Whelan?

Yes, please, darlin'.

Call me Daddy!

Killian, get back to work.

Did you see how the one
with the dodgy haircut

was staring at you?

Well, I saw the sister
giving you a little smile.

And the dad, making
you call him "Daddy".

If he does that
again, I'm gonna...

Then you're gonna what?

- Are you gonna start a fight?
- No.

- But I can finish one.
- Ooh.

With your big Irish cricket bat.

Just...

Just don't call him
"Daddy", okay? It's weird.

All right. We're not in
Camden any more, Toto.

If we piss him off,

we've still got a hole
in the roof, remember?

There's been a place
of worship here

since the time of the Druids.

Even Cromwell and his men
couldn't extinguish our faith.

Is this your first child?

Sort of.

Sort of?

When I was very young,
before I met Jamie...

I was with a guy,
I got pregnant,

but he wasn't father material.

I see.

It was a difficult decision,
but I don't regret it.

Our lives would have been
bad. Really, really bad.

And... I want this so much.

It's a fighter.

Maya, I can't approve
of your actions, but...

I sincerely hope that
you find peace here.

Thank you.

Well, Jamie, here we are.
Here's your Auntie Maeve.

Next to your uncle and
the little one, of course.

Well, uh, I got
you some flowers...

to say thank you.

We really appreciate you

leaving us the house.

More than you know.

So are they just stacked up
like Lego under there or...

- Jamie.
- I'm just curious.

No, they're side by side.

Of course, the child
is just a stone.

- She was cremated?
- No. The body was never found.

Uh, didn't she die of pneumonia?

Seriously, I have
never drunk so much tea

in my entire life.

I've got so much
caffeine in my system,

I'm gonna be pissing pure
Barry's for days. I am.

That's Niamh. Pull
over. Pull over, babe.

Oh, yeah.

If you see anything, stop,

raise your hand and call out

and one of the supervisors
will come to you.

Hey, Niamh. Hi.

Rory didn't go home last night.

No one's seen him
since he left the pub.

Oh. He was pretty
drunk, wasn't he?

You don't think he's...

Oh, no. It's... it's
Molly I'm worried about.

- His dog.
- Can we help?

No, the lads have it covered.

You go on and have a cup of tea.

Oh, tea, yay. Can't wait.

I'll see you in a second.

Um, we went to go and
see Maeve's grave today.

Father Brendan told me
something interesting.

The baby didn't die of
pneumonia, did she, Niamh?

She made a bargain
with the Redcaps...

to save her dying husband.

But Maeve paid a terrible price.

What price?

She said the Redcaps
took her baby.

I mean...

could it have been... a
post-natal depression thing?

Because... some women do
hurt their children...

Maeve loved that child
more than life itself!

She wouldn't harm a
hair on her head! No!

No.

After the baby disappeared,

she devoted her life to
leaving those offerings.

Keeping the monsters on
the other side of the wall.

So you're telling me

that my lovely Great Aunt Maeve,

who used to give me chocolate
bars, was a baby killer?

- Great.
- No, we can't judge.

- People do crazy things.
- Yeah. Crazy.

I was nearly abducted when
I was a little toddler

outside my nursery,
and then my mum...

Your mum punched the guy
unconscious. Yes, I know,

because she tells me that
every time I fucking see her.

All I'm saying is
that women, mothers,

- are capable of crazy shit.
- Yeah.

- Ow!
- Don't fuck with Mumma Bear.

Yeah. Shit.

- Aw. Did I hurt you?
- Fucking guns, you have.

- No. Doesn't hurt.
- Did I hurt Pappa Bear?

Doesn't hurt.
Pappa Bear is fine.

- Oh, is Pappa Bear bruised?
- Pappa Bear's fine.

Oh, for fuck's sake.

Take a breath, babe.

I'm really not in
the mood for a fight.

Is that fucking weed?

Having a break?

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

You know, I would prefer it
if you didn't actually smoke

your doobies on my doorstep.

- I need a bath.
- Okay.

- Where's your dad?
- He's seeing a customer.

Can I get in my
own house, please?

- Your house?
- Yeah.

You own it, do you?

All the way to the
core of the Earth?

Well, the freehold, yeah.

Ash, how many times

have the English
come to this country

and told us what's
ours is now theirs?

Too many, Killy.

Thing is, though, don't
we always take it back?

Always. Henry VIII,
the Desmond Rebellions,

the Nine Years' War.
You heard of them?

Oliver Cromwell.

Ah, fuck it, yeah. How could
I forget that arsehole?

- Yeah.
- The famine.

- Nah, two famines.
- Two fuckin' famines, yeah.

Seems to me that
when the English

like the look of something,
they either buy it cheap,

or send an army in to steal it.

Would you like some ketchup

with that massive
chip on your shoulder?

I like your place,
boss man. It's nice.

Maybe I should steal it.

No court in the land would
convict you, brother.

Yes, yes, they would.

And don't give me this
"Irish Rover" crap.

I'm not Oliver Cromwell.
I'm actually Irish.

You? Irish?

- Yeah.
- Yeah?

Yeah, on his ma's side.

Da told me. His Auntie Maeve
used to own this place.

Ah, yeah, yeah.

That mad auld bitch

that killed her kid, is it?

That's her. So that makes you
what, ugh... quarter Irish?

Quarter Irish?

Jaysus, it's like
being in the presence

of Michael Collins himself.

Oh, Jesus Christ!

Please, she's pregnant!

Jamie!

Maya?

- Maya!
- Maya! Maya!

- Maya!
- Darling Maya.

Ah, you know, Eoin's... simple.

But he doesn't mean any harm.

Yeah, I know. I was just
very scared, that's all.

And what about the other
two? They seem to be...

I'll have a word
with them tonight.

But, you know, their mother
passed away not so long ago.

- Oh, blimey, that's awful.
- Really sorry to hear that.

She could keep them on
the straight and narrow.

She just had to say a word.

Me? Well, I prefer the
more direct approach.

Yeah, all right, okay.

I don't want you
hitting your kids and...

Ah. Well, they need
to know their place.

We all need to know our place.

This is gonna sound
a little petty,

but they actually ate
all my chocolate Hobnobs.

I don't mind...

I don't mind if they ask, but...

Well, far be it from
me to get between a man

and his choccy
biscuits. Oh, Jesus!

Oh, well, like I said,
I'll... I'll have a word.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Well, see you bright and early.

- See ya.
- Thank you, Mr. Whelan.

Daddy!

Why the fuck does
he keep on asking me

to fucking call him "Daddy"?

Just a fucking lunatic.

No, it wasn't just the Hobnobs.

They ate my fucking grapes, too.

Yeah, and one of them
left something in the loo.

What?

You are fucking kidding me!

Fuck's sake!

Hey...

Why don't you go and take that
out on the punch bag, babe?

They're fucking useless.

Useless bunch of...

Fucking hell.

- Eoin!
- Eoin!

Eoin!

- Eoin, you're bleedin' thick.
- What the fuck?

Somebody could have been killed!

What are...? No, wait, wait.

What the fuck are
you laughing at?

Stop fucking laughing!

- Fuckin' chill out, man.
- No, no. This...

This is your problem.

You don't take anything
fucking seriously!

Hey, hey. Calm down, calm
down. Shh. Calm down.

It was a fuckin' mistake, man.

It was just an accident, right?

No, no, no... No,
babe, they have to go.

You have to go right now!

No, I can't fucking
take this any more!

Calm down, please. Listen, it
was an accident, wasn't it?

That's what I've been saying.
But he keeps getting angry.

Are you frustrated, Jamie?

Do you know what? You are
unprofessional. You are lazy.

And... and you are thieves!

Baby, please.

- Thieves, is it?
- Hey, hey, hey, hey!

- Stop it! Stop it!
- You come into my house.

You break my things, you
take my stuff, you...

Stop!

- Back off.
- Fuckin' big man!

Whoa-ho! Fuckin'
David Beckham.

Please stop. Will
you just shut

the fuck up right now, please?

Oh, darling, it's
all right. It's okay.

I'm all right.

You're all right.
We're all okay.

Aren't we, yeah?
We're gonna fix it.

It was just an accident,
okay? It was just an...

Hey, stop!

What the fuck are you doing?

Hey, hey! Stop it!

Stop fucking... Stop it!

Daddy! Daddy, not in my home.

Your home. My child.

And I'll punish him however I...

Stop! Stop it!

Daddy, stop.

Step away.

- Who's the daddy now?
- I'm not talking to you.

What did I do?

Rory?

Wow.

Hello?

Hello?

Is anyone there?

Oh, God.

Oh, hello.

You're Rory's dog,
Molly, aren't you?

Where is he, then? Huh?

Is he drunk in a ditch
somewhere, the dirty bastard?

All right.

You want me to follow you?

I'm coming.

Ah, you fuckin' eejit!

Ey? Do you think I
was done with ya?

You fuckin' halfwit!

Now get out of me sight!

And if you're not back
here before we're done,

you can fucking walk home!

Molly, come on.

Oh, shit.

Molly, come on,
let's go home now.

Molly, I can't whistle and I'm
carrying an eight-pound baby.

Molly?

Molly, there you
are, you silly mutt.

Molly, what have you found?

Huh?

Rory?

Rory, are you there?

Molly?

Hello.

Oh, has something died in here?

What the fuck is this place?

Molly.

Molly, come on.

Oh, you want me to come
down there with you?

No fucking way.
Molly, come on.

Come on. Fine.

You can stay here, but
I'm not coming down there.

I'm going. I'm going.

Yeah. Good idea. Wait for me.

Molly?

Oh!

Oh, God, it's you.

Have you seen a dog?

It's Rory's dog.

It's the guy that's
gone missing.

I don't know if you know...

Hey, are you all right, Eoin?

My da hates me.

Hey, listen, um...

Hate's a strong word. I
mean, you're his son and...

Why would he do that?

He says...

He says when I was born,
I killed my mammy, and...

it...

it should've been
me and not her.

Jesus Christ.

Sorry.

They all hate me.

I'm not like them.

I'm not clever or
funny or cool. I...

I'm just a big,
useless fuckin' spud.

Shh. Come on, don't
cry. That's not true.

What the fuck would you know?

I actually do know, okay?
This is what bullies do.

Okay? They make you...

They make you think
that you're worthless,

and... and they abuse you.

I've not been abused.

Come on, look at
those bruises, Eoin.

- You need to tell someone.
- You can't tell anyone.

- You have to tell someone.
- No, you can't tell anyone.

Okay, okay.

I won't tell anyone.

I'm gonna help you.

But you've gotta be strong.

- I am strong.
- No, I mean...

I mean, up here.

My da says the English are
all selfish, greedy cunts,

but... you're sound.

Oh, did he now?

Thank you.

No one's ever been
this kind to me before.

Okay. Well, you can let
go of my hand now, okay?

I really like you.

You're starting to hurt me now.

No, no... No, no, no, Eoin.

Help!

Eoin. Please...
Please don't hurt me.

Help me!

Oliver Cromwell.

Fucking Hobnobs!

- Prick!
- Jamie?

Jamie?

Daddy and the others,
are they here?

No, it's... it's
just you and me.

Why?

Maya?

Hey, what's up, baby?

Is it our baby?

I have something to show you.

Okay.

- Darling...
- Shh, shh.

Look... shall we go
back to the house?

Shh.

- What are you doing?
- Follow me.

Maya, where are you...?

It's here. It
happened right here.

Maya, Maya! Maya, come on.

Eventually you're gonna have
to tell me what's going on.

Eoin tried to kill me.

- He... he what?
- Yeah.

What... what did he do
to you? Where is he?

I'll fucking kill him!

No, no, no, he's already
dead. He's already dead.

I, um, kneed him in the balls
because he tried to attack me.

And then... and then
he held me down here.

- What?
- I couldn't breathe.

I thought I was gonna die.
I thought, "This is it."

And then they came
out of the woods.

- They? Who is they?
- There was a light.

- Who came out of the woods?
- And then I screamed for help

- and they came.
- Who... who came?

The Far Darrig.
The Little People.

- The Little People?
- Yeah, they had these knives

and cloaks and, fuck me,

when I say this
out loud, I know...

Hey, hey, hey. It's
okay. It's okay.

It's okay. Just look at me.

Look, is there any chance

this is, you know,
just... baby brain?

I didn't fucking imagine this.

- But this is...
- No, no. He was dragged here.

He was... he was
dragged here and then...

Ha! There! There! Look
at this! Explain that!

Explain it.

Wait... what am I
looking at here?

It's... it's blood, isn't it?

Maybe your brain blocked
what really happened.

Oh, fuck's sake,
Jamie. Fuck's sake.

Look, all I'm saying is that

maybe he's done a runner, okay?

He attacked you, you
kicked him in the balls,

or you... you cut him, and...
and he's done a runner.

No, that's... that's
not what happened.

Maya. Maya. Try and see this
from my point of view, okay?

Look, what is more likely?

What is more likely?

There's a hut.
Okay, there's a hut.

Deeper into the woods,
and it was this way.

And it's, um, made out of stone.

- It looks like a beehive.
- All right.

And I think there were
fucking human bones in there.

- But Molly showed me.
- Who is Molly?

You know, Rory's dog, Molly.

All right, no, come on.

Let's... let's go
back to the house.

You're clearly under
a lot of stress.

- No, this isn't stress.
- Then what is it?

What is it?

You shout more.

- What?
- You know, since that night,

you shout more. And
you're punching things.

That's not the Jamie I
know. I married a nice guy.

And look where that got me!

Yeah. And I was beaten,
too, but you don't see me...

And I had to watch...
I had to watch!

As they threatened
you and my baby

and I couldn't do a thing!

Do you know what that's like?

Do you know what
that's like for a man?

Of course you fucking don't.

And it is my solemn promise

that I will never, ever allow
that to happen to you again.

Where are you going?

We're going home.

And then I'm going to the pub.

I'm gonna try one more time.

He better fuckin' answer!

Eoin, you big fat
dope. Where are you?

Da's going mental.
Answer your phone!

Eoin, we're renting
your room out, yeah?

So just fuck off and die.

Don't bother comin'...

Seriously, look, Da says
all is forgiven, yeah?

Just call us back.

- Prick.
- No sign of your brother, huh?

Are you listening in on my call?

- Nosy bitch.
- First Rory, now Eoin.

Call the guards, Aisling.
Time to get them involved.

With all due respect,
Father, shut the fuck up.

There's our man.

Come on.

We've been looking
for you, handsome.

- Oh, you have?
- Mm-hm.

Where's Eoin?

I... I don't know.

What... what are you doing?

You got something in your teeth?

Oh, Ash knows how
to spot a liar.

I'm... I'm not lying.

Well, she's never
wrong, though, so...

if you've anything to
hide, she'll find it.

No, no, seriously,
I'm not lying.

I haven't seen Eoin
since... this morning.

You're such an uptight,
frustrated little man, Jamie,

aren't ya? I
mean, look at you.

You're like a can of Coke.

You're all shook up
but there's no one

to crack the ring-pull.

So does he know where
Eoin is or what?

He knows something.

Just tell us, Jamie. Just
release all that tension.

Leave the lad alone.

Will you mind your own
business, you tramp?

This is our business.
He lives in our village.

- For, like, five minutes.
- You're barred.

I think you should leave now.

Yeah, not till we take
care of this, all right?

Oh, we all know how you Whelans

take care of things.

Yeah. Mm-hmm.

Well, if you know anything,
or you hear anything,

you come to us.

To us.

And not your wives
or your husbands,

and not to Niamh or the local
fuckin' gossip, all right?

And don't go to
the fuckin' guards!

- You come to us. All right?
- Yeah.

That's it now. Come on. Out!

Bye, Jamie.

The Guinness is shite
in here, anyway.

- Are you all right?
- I'm fine. I'm fine.

- I am so sorry.
- No, don't worry.

Thank you for sticking
up for me, though.

- Will you have another pint?
- Love one.

- Good man.
- Thank you.

Fuck.

Help me!

Help!

Oh, fuck.

Oh, fuck.

Amumma wikka babby.

Amumma! Ah!

Oh, come on! Fuck!

Oh...

Fuck! Okay, Okay...

Fuck!

Hi, darling. Do you
know that Krav Maga...?

- What are you...?
- Shh, shh, shh.

I was only gone for a couple...

I have something to show you.

You what?

Jesus, this is the last time
I go to the fucking pub.

Ow, babe, ow!
You're hurting me.

- Look in the bag.
- Why?

What are you fucking on about?

Do you believe me now?

Oh, fuck me, that's a head!

- That is a fucking head.
- I know. I know.

- What did you do?
- What did I do?

I... I didn't do anything.
That... that wasn't me.

Okay, I saw one.

It came through
the French windows

and it casually just dropped
it off like it was...

a fucking pizza delivery boy.

Ah, a-ha. I got photos.
I took loads of...

I took loads of photos.
Took loads of photos. Um...

Shit, they came
out really weird.

I think it's their
idea of a gift.

- Whose... whose idea?
- The Little People.

The Redcaps. The Far Darrig.

They're real.
Baby, they're real.

And they killed Eoin. And we
need to take it to the police.

And tell them what?

That he was decapitated

by a bunch of
fucking leprechauns?

Oh, God.

- Oh, fuck, oh, fuck...
- Oh...

Hide that, stay out of sight.

I'm gonna get rid of them.

Uh... Who is it?

I want answers, Jamie!

Look, sorry, it...
it's really late.

We're actually
just going to bed.

Where's my boy?

Look, Daddy...

Colm, I have... I have no idea
what you're talking about.

He never left this place!

I think you know what happened!

No, we had nothing
to do with it.

Nothing to do with what?

Nothing, nothing. We had
nothing to do with nothing.

Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes,
yes, you do! You do!

You do! You do! You do!

You pricks know something!
Now open this fucking door!

Whoa! Leave now or I...
I am calling the police!

I... I'm dialing.

All right, calm yourself.

We're... we're going now.

Come on, kids!

Oh, fuck me. Maya,
where's your phone?

Jesus!

Get out!

Go away. You...
you can't do this!

Jamie, me boy,

when it comes to my family,
I do whatever I want.

Jamie, listen.

If it was an accident,
I understand. Hm?

Eoin's a clumsy fucker

and I've been making excuses
for him for long enough.

If he touched your missus,

he has form there too,
and... and I'm sorry.

But you have to let me know.

Okay...

And I'll be the
one to punish him.

Where is the good
lady Mrs. Jamie, huh?

She's uncharacteristically
quiet.

Aw. What have we got...

You're not answering
me, Jamie boy.

What? What?

You're probably thinking
of some other way

- to get help.
- Shit!

Let me reassure you, this
is not my first rodeo.

No, no, no... Fuck!

Last chance, Jamie.

What is it?

They...

- What?
- They...

What? Jesus!

Oh, fuck!

It's...

- It's Eoin.
- Eoin?

Eoin!

Eoin!

Please, we need your help!

I'll kill him!

Oh, shit! Fuck!

Fuck this place up.

Killian!

Where are you? Get
the fuck down here!

Fuck! Shit!

Killy!

Oh! Fuck me!

Maya.

Fuck!

Come on, fucker. Try me!

Go on. Go on.

Get out! Get out!

Fuck! Oh!

You all right there, fella?

Looks like you're getting ready

to make breakfast, huh?

Oh-ho-ho!

Come on, then.
You gonna do this?

Come on.

Come on.

What are you waiting for?

Oh, no, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I... I...

I didn't mean to...

Oh, God, no.

Oh, God, no.

Please, God, this isn't fair.

No, no, this isn't fair.

We...

We just came here
for some peace.

We just wanted some
peace for our baby.

Are you... are you
fucking crying?

This isn't fair.

Fair? Look at me, look at me!

When you fight like a girl...

No! Oh, please...

you get fucked like a girl.

No, no, no, no. No, no...

How's that for fair?
How's that for fair?

Killian? Have you got him?

Fuck!

Hello, hello? Oh, fuck, fuck.

Yes. Yes!

Hello?

Please, I need
your help! Hello?

Please!

Is anyone there?

I'll give you anything you want.

Killian!

I'm in here, Da! He's
crying like a baby.

Aren't ya? Like a little
fuckin' baby, huh?

Jesus! Look at
the state of ya.

I don't know what
happened to Eoin.

Oh, well...

I've got his head. Hmm?

- Now where's the rest of him?
- Eoin's head? What?

Shut up, Killian.

I just want to bury me son, hmm?

All of him.

- Now, where is he?
- I don't know.

No?

Ah, but your wife
does, doesn't she? Huh?

Oh! Oh, bejaysus,
look at that.

You stabbed him
in the back, huh?

You're a right fuckin'
hero, aren't ya?

Now, are you gonna tell
me what I want to know?

- Huh? Huh?
- Oh, please.

I'll tell you.

I'll tell you. I'll tell you,

but you're not going to like it.

Try me.

It was the Far Darrig.

The Redcaps.

You know, the Little
People. They're real.

Killian, stop
it! Jesus Christ.

You know, I came up
here to kill you.

But if you tell me
where the person is

that knows what
happened to my son,

maybe, maybe...
I won't have to.

So are you gonna tell
me where I can find

that English bitch
whore you call a wife?

No, no, no, not now.

Da! Da, she's here!

Da, that stuck-up bitch is here!

Good. Good.

You killed my brother.

You bitch!

I'm gonna rip your head off.

I guess we don't need
him any more, huh?

- Look at me.
- Shh.

Kill that useless
streak of piss, Killian.

- Really?
- No.

It's time you became a man, son.

No...

No.

- I'll make you proud, Da.
- No.

Please, please, please don't
kill me. Please don't kill me.

I'm begging you. I'm
begging you, please.

What... What if the
police catch you?

You'll regret this.
You will. You will.

Oh, no, this is
it. This is it.

Maya, I love you, I love you...

What the fuck is that?

Da, get it off me!

- What is it?
- A big fuckin' rat?

It's wearing clothes.

Or is it some sort of monkey?

It's wearing clothes!

Well, monkeys wear
clothes in the circus.

You should be in
the fuckin' circus.

You've the brains of a rocking
horse, do you know that?

- Killian.
- Yeah?

Go out to the van
and get the gun.

- What?
- Go on!

No.

No! Daddy, no!

Get it.

Yes, get it.

Fuck you!

What the fuck?

Fucking...

Oh, for fuck...

Not so smart now, are ya?

Oh, yeah, look at your brains.

You like that, do ya?

Stopped it.

Stopped it fidgeting.

What are you gonna
do, give me the bumps?

Wriggly piggly girl, ain't ya?

Belly burst!

Back we go.

Da!

No, no...

So, who wants to see
me cut her again?

Shall I cut her again?

Look. Look!

See what happens to nasty girls!

Da...

Da!

Da!

Hey, Killian.

Look what they did to me, Da!
Look what they fucking did!

Open the door, for fuck's sake!

Fuck off!

Get out of there!

Come on!

Fuck! Hey, Da!

Help, Da!

Come here to me, son. Come here.

Jesus, Jesus! Oh,
Killian. Killian...

No, no, no, no...

Listen, son...

I never told you this, but...

I'm proud of ya.

I'm so proud of ya.

I... I've al...

I've always been proud of ya.

Maya.

Maya!

Jamie!

That's mine! Mine!

No, no, no!

No hitting.

They helped us. They helped us.

- Silly billy.
- They're real.

They're fucking real.
They're fucking real.

Fucking told you, didn't I?

Okay.

We need to call an ambulance.

We need to call an ambulance.

Are you out of
your fucking mind?

How do we explain this?

Yummy. Yum.

Okay, breathe.

Get away from my girl!

What? Huh? No!

To the clochán, run!

Run. Get away! Get away!

Aisling...

Aisling...

It's okay, just breathe.

Okay. It's all right. Breathe.

Yes, just breathe.

What did you do to
my beautiful angel?

Not this time.

- No, no, no, Jamie! No, no...
- Hey. Hey.

It's always been you and me
versus the rest of the world.

Let's settle this like men.

No, no, no, no, no...

Fuck! Maya!

Redcaps?

It hurts.

Fuck me!

My mother used to
tell me stories.

People would...

ask for favours, for
gold, for love...

But there was always
a price to pay.

See... they were the
last of me slugs.

Heavy duty ones, you know,

that would blow your
fuckin' brains out!

These are just... birdshot.

I'll have to get right up close

to finish him off.

Please, please, please,
please, don't kill us.

Kill you? No.

No. From here...

this will hurt you real
bad, but you'll live.

Your baby, though...

You kill my kids,
I'll kill yours!

Get the fuck off me!

You mutt!

Hey!

How close do I need to get?

Are you okay?

Of course not, I'm having...
I'm having our baby.

Okay. Okay.

Feast.

Just keep breathing, darling.

Just keep breathing.
It's gonna be okay.

Ah! Oh, careful of the glass.

Come here. Just...

- Oh, it's okay.
- Ooh!

- Okay.
- Okay.

Okay. Okay.

- Just breathe, darling.
- I'm scared.

Just breathe. Don't be scared.

I'm here. Don't be scared.

Don't be scared, I'm here.

You're doing great. There,
that's it. Go on, push.

Okay.

Okay.

Right, that's it.

Okay, darling.

It's coming.

Here it comes. Here it comes.

Oh!

Oh! It's a girl!

It's a baby girl.

Hey!

- Hi.
- Hi.

- I'm so proud of you.
- You're okay.

Oh, you're okay.

Hi.

- Good day.
- Ah. How are ya?

I'm... I'm all right. I'm good.

Cut yourself shaving?

Something like that.

- Got any painkillers?
- Ah, sure. Of course.

I'm gonna go finish tidying up.

I've gotta clean up that van.

Got his blood all
over this house.

What are we gonna
tell people, eh?

Shh. Whatever we tell them,

they're gonna make up their
own stories, aren't they?

But right this second,
I don't give a shit.

Yeah.

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No! No!

Jamie, where are you?

Jamie!

Jamie, they took
her! She's gone!

Jamie!

Come on.

Come on. Okay.

Okay.

Give me back my baby.

My babby.

Ah! Back, back!

No, you can't!

Out! Out!

This what happen to me.

You're Maeve's child?

You're... you're the
one they took from her.

Me mammy cried.

No, please.

Let me just hold her, please.

She's here!

She grow big and strong.

Take me.

Please, take me,
not her. Please.

No, no, no, no,
no, no. Too old.

- Please.
- Baby cry. Oh...

Play nice.

No, no...

Cry babby.

Cry babby!

Don't do it!

- Naughty girl.
- Play nice.

Am I nice, or nasty? Huh?

Play nice.

No, no!

Far Darrig. Killed it.

Killed it! Killed it!

- No!
- Let me in!

- No!
- Let me through!

Maya!

Oh.

Thank God. Hey.

Shh, shh. Shh, shh. Hey.

Daddy's here. Daddy's here.

Mother Redcap. Mother Redcap.

Maya?

Mother Redcap. Mother Redcap.

Mother Redcap...

Shh, shh.

Mother Redcap...

Maya?

Jamie.

You're just in time.

Mother Redcap. Mother Redcap.

Mother Redcap. Mother Redcap.

Mother Redcap. Mother Redcap.

Mother Redcap. Mother Redcap.

Mother Redcap!

Mother Redcap!

Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!

Oh! Mother Redcap!

Shh.