"That's right." "Come on..." "Oi!" "Have a drink on me." "And a smoke while you're at it." "Get off!" "Bitch!" "Yeah." "Give me me boot back, you swamp slobber." "As I am sure you all know, bog bodies are the naturally-mummified remains of human beings, preserved in the mineral-rich waters of peat bogs." "They mostly come from the Bronze and lron Age around 2,000 years ago, but cover a time span from prehistory to present day." "They're found all over Northern Europe, particularly Ireland and Denmark, where this example was unearthed in 1953." "And here's another." "And another." "And another." "Let's move on to the real thing." "Even though our murder victim is 2,000 years old, she can talk to us through forensic archaeology." "DNA analysis shows that she was local." "Stomach contents tell us that she had a rich diet, and probably died in autumn when food was plentiful." "Did she suffer?" "Well, yes, I'm afraid she did." "Bog bodies often show signs of ritual torture before death." "Why?" "What did she do?" "Well, I'm just an archaeologist," " Miss..." " Reilly." "Saiorse Reilly." "...so I can only speculate, but I believe that some bog bodies were sacrifices to fertility gods to ensure a good harvest." " I think others were being punished." " For what?" "Well, their crimes must have been the most serious sort." "Something that brought shame onto the tribe." "These bodies are often found on the borders between ancient tribal kingdoms, effectively a no man's land." "Why?" "Well, it's just a theory, but I think the ancient people saw the bog as an evil place, neither land nor water, but somewhere in between." "Neither the underworld nor the living world, someone killed there might be trapped body and soul for eternity." "Do you wanna take a closer look?" "Anybody else?" "Sorry about that, David." "Everybody, can we please show our appreciation for Professor David Wallace?" "Sorry." "Will you excuse me, please?" "Sorry if the bog body upset you." "I spend so much of my work and life surrounded by them" "I forget how strange it is for most people." "Strange might be an understatement." "Maybe so." "We all have to make a living somehow." "What do you do?" "Normally I'm an assistant curator, but this week I'm a glorified chauffeur" " for some bigwig." " Who's that?" "You." "We shouldn't be here." "No shit, Sherlock." "No, I mean we shouldn't be here." "We should be miles away." "Relax." "There's no reason anyone should suspect us." "If we'd left the BB with two days paid for, people would have thought we had something to hide." "Play it smart." "What, like running out of petrol when we're trying not to draw attention to ourselves?" " Where are you going?" " Where does it look like?" "To find gas." "Gotta be a barn somewhere." " What about me?" " Whatever." "Jesus Christ!" "Can't anyone in the goddamn world do what they're told?" "I said I need those contracts as soon as I get back." "Yeah, as soon as I sort out these losers." "Fine." "Look, missus, we can't go any farther." "This is a taxi, not a bulldozer." "So do you want me to wait here?" "Look, Darby O'Gill, what I will be wanting you to do is turn your bloody meter off and sit here." "And then I will be wanting you to get me back to civilization, okay?" "Jeez, I was only asking, missus." "Jesus, imagine waking up to that sourpuss every morning." "Still and all, she has decent structure." "Yeah, with a gobbler that will strip paint from a tractor." "Bono, I want an excuse why you dragged me out of Dublin." "And I wanna know why you're two weeks behind here." "These houses have to be up in a month." "Well now, Mrs. O'Leary, aren't the two things related?" "Save your blarney for the pub." "What's the story?" "As I was saying, the reason why we're two weeks behind is because the ground is so soft." "We need to dig new drains, or your nice new houses are gonna be up to your oxters in mud" " by the time we're finished." " And?" "And as this being bogland and has been since the beginning of time, a builder's apt to find worse things than mud." "Holy Mary Mother of God!" "Who is it?" "It's what is it, you mean, missus." "It's a bog body." "That's right." "He's one of those yokes in a museum, a thousand years old." "Fine." "He's adorable." "Now what did you drag me down here for?" "Before we ring the police" "Wait, no no no." "You phone them, the next thing you know the site's shut down and we're swarming with cops and archaeologists with preservation orders and journalists and assholes with metal detectors." "That's why you should have just gotten rid of it and not told me about him in the first place." "Enough!" "Take your digger, dig." "Do something useful for once:" "take it, dump it off the lot where it won't be dug up again by the next asshole I hire." "Do it!" "I told you I saw a roof in between the trees." "Yeah, well, I didn't see it." "Oh, my ankle!" "Wiggle your toes." " You feel that?" " Yeah." "Okay, it's probably just a sprain." "Look, we're nearly at the trees." "Let's just go back." "We can always spend the night in the car." "Not on that ankle, coz." "Anyway, I don't think I could find my way back-- not if it gets dark anyway." "Come on, we'll just keep going." "Look at this." "Will you just drive through them?" " Do you want me to kill them?" " Fine." "The meat here stinks." "Come on, just shoo 'em out of the way." "Look, missus, you ordered a taxi driver, not a bleeding cowboy." "Gilligan, if you think you're getting a tip, you can kiss its ass goodbye." "You can shove your tip, you old witch." "Look, I just wanna go back to Dublin, yeah?" "That's the first smart thing you said today." "Look, missus, I'm sorry about that." "Here, have an old chew of that and they might moo-ve on themselves." "400 calories." "There's no way I'm eating carbs this week." "Look, Sancho, get back in the car." "Put it in reverse, find one of those roads we've passed and let's get the hell out of here!" "Fair enough, but if we get stuck in a bog, that meter's staying on." "Yeah yeah yeah, fine." "Hello!" "Shagging immigrants." "Hey!" "Shag off back to where you come from." "Gaelic." "Did you say "water"?" "Did you say" "Hold your arm up." "To the right." "A bit more." "Lovely." "Don't archaeology professors normally have someone to do this sort of thing for them?" "Well, this is just a pet theory of mine" " I want to test before writing papers." " What is it?" "The line we just measured between this tomb and the next marks the tribal boundary between two Bronze Age kingdoms." "The Bog of Cennak runs right along the border." "So bogs are natural boundaries." "Who wants to live in a bog?" "Yeah, the point is if the two kingdoms wanted to bring people somewhere to sacrifice them, punish them, they wouldn't come to places like the lake, big ceremonial places." "They'd go to smaller places, places where" "The heart of the bog." "Yeah, places like this were holy." "They wouldn't want to do their dirty work here." "If we can get into those Bronze Age minds and actually think of where they did do the sacrifices, we can dig there, rather than waiting for the next turf-cutting machine to spit out the next bog body." "It's getting late." "Let's get back." "What's the rush?" "Why don't we find a nice little pub, stop off for a bite to eat?" " I don't think so." " Oh, right." "Strictly business." "Something like that." "Business it is then." "On the way back, follow that lane that runs along the edge of the bog." "I'd like to take a closer look." "Unbe-lievable!" "Oh shit!" "I hate this, hate it!" "Look, I told you, we should have stuck to the road." "Yeah, right, whatever." "Look, I'll go see can I find a farmer with a tractor, pull us out of this mess." "I'll be back soon, yeah?" "Yeah, knock yourself out." "I'm calling another cab." "Hello?" "Hello!" "Oh, Jesus!" "You can get a signal at the top of Mount Everest." "Five minutes outside of Dublin, you're screwed." "Hey, where you going?" "Wait up!" "You walk faster than you drive, for God's sake." "Come on!" "Unusual for an archaeologist not to like the countryside." "It's where we find what we dig up." "You dig." "I'm a curator." "Last time I looked, the museum was in Dublin." "Are you always this friendly or are you just being extra nice to me?" " Look, Mr. Wallace" " Professor Wallace, but... you can call me David." "Jesus, and you wonder why I might not like you." "I forgot how opinionated Irish women are." "Go on then." "Spit it out." "You come swanning back here like you're God's gift to archaeology." "Maybe I'm not, but at least I got out, made something of myself." "And anyone who stays here are bog men?" "There's a big world out there, Saiorse." "You should try it sometime." "You might learn something-- like manners." "No, I'll tell you what, I'll stay here and you can bugger off back to your lecture tours with your big head and your manners and all the silly wee girls who laugh at your jokes." "Oh, yeah-- cow." " What did you call me?" " Cow!" "My God, doesn't anybody live in this goddamn country?" "Would you want to live in this place?" "My plane is taking off for Chicago and I'm stuck here with you in the middle of the Irish "O'Pocalypse Now."" "First the cows, then you get me bogged down." "You're driving me crazy, Miss Daisy." "Hey, what's that over there over the trees?" "Civilization, huh?" "God, if they just have a toilet, a tractor and telephone, they can be goddamn Aborigines for all I care." " Lead on, MacDuff." " I'll MacDuff you." "Look at this place." "It's not even worth invading." "What a-- oh, God!" "Sorry." "Poor thing." "Well, I think I'm all right." "Not you, the cow!" "How the hell am I getting over this thing?" " Wait a minute." " Will you come on?" "Hey hey hey!" "Back off!" "Watch where you're hitting." "Jesus, will you take a look at this dump?" "You ever see the "Texas Chainsaw Massacre"?" "Is that the one with the squinty three-way bollocks playing the banjo?" "That was "Deliverance," asshole." " Oh." " Hello!" " Hello." " Hello." "We are so happy to see you." "Not as glad as we are to see you." "I didn't think you'd find us so quickly." "I'd hardly call it quick." "I mean, getting through that swamp in your backyard." "So how did you know where to come?" "Where else do you go for help in the middle of a goddamn swamp?" "Bollocks." "You mean you guys didn't come to find us?" "Come on, you're telling me the only mud hut in the middle of the goddamn swamp, it's already booked out with lost people?" " Another Yank." " Tell me there's a phone, please." "Oh, yeah, and there's a taxi stand out back too." "No problem." "I brought my own." "Well, you might as well come in." "Jesus Christ!" "Jesus!" "Hey, Mr. Muscles, we just saw you out there with the big top." "Your stilt-walkers were shite." "We want our money back." "Hey, mister!" " I was only" " I don't need your help." "I just need you to find a way out of here." "Well, it's not as easy as that." "Not even for Mr. I-Spent- Half-My-Life-Digging-in-Bogs?" "People spent all their lives living in a place like this, they still don't know all the tracks." "And in the Bronze Age, they used to put pathways of bog oak stuck underneath the surface that only the tribe knew about." "If any member of the tribe told the secret of the tracks," " they'd be weighed down" " Save it for your lecture." "Come on." "Told you I'd find a way out." "You didn't have a bloody clue." "Hello." "Hi, we are a little lost." "Is there any chance we could use your phone?" "At least you're not more Yanks." "Join the party." "No way." "That's mad, isn't it?" "What's the odds of that?" "Pretty amazing, but not so amazing we all end up here." "People always go to where people lived before." "I'm interesting in going where people live now." "Between us we can make it back to the road." "No offense, but I've spent months on digs in bogland and the smart thing to do is wait until the morning." "It's hard enough seeing pools and paths in daylight." "Maybe you wanna spend the night in this toilet, but there is no way that I am gonna do that, okay?" "Look, none of us do, okay, but he's right." "Mallory can't walk." "Hey, Barbie, maybe you didn't get the memo, but we are not the Six Musketeers." "I am out of here." "We will call for an ambulance when we get a signal." "Deano, come on." "Chop-chop!" "Look, you can tell my taxi where to go, not me." "I'm staying here, eh?" "What is it with this country?" "No wonder you've never amounted to anything." "I mean, you people have no gumption." "You needed us to invent the potato." "Could do with a baked spud right now." "Shelter first, then fire, then food." "First rule of survival." "Thank you, Crocodile Dundee." "Would you ever shut up?" "Whatever has to be done here, we'll do it." "Yeah?" "Right?" "Right?" "Yeah?" "Hey, you know my motto, one for all and all for one." "Having a nice munch, are you?" " Hey, you gave it to me." " All for one and one for all." "Oh!" "Well, Mr. Survivor." "Man make fire!" "You're too late." "He was already here." "If you say so." "He didn't speak English either." "The short-ass porker with the red nose and the big shoes?" "Coco or Bobo or whatever." "Look, mister, we don't need any more posters." "We've enough posters as it is." "Of course, the boss got the two free tickets now." "If you manage to find two more, maybe I could find some space down by the beans for another one." "Hold on a second, mister." "Buy first and drink later, yeah?" "And take the top off like a good Christian." "No no, please." "Please, please." "No!" "No!" "I'm sorry about that." "Take as much as you want." "What's a bottle of water between friends?" "I don't suppose the shower contraption is working." "Madam's shower awaits." "Your towel, ma'am." "Stay on the other side of the door." "Thank you." "I shall guard your modesty with my life." "Yeah, and I'll be out here selling tickets for the blind." "Modesty, my ass." "Saiorse!" "Who are you?" "Well, I'm not Goldilocks, am I?" "Hunter." "Mr. Hunter to you." "Seeing as you lot are making yourself nice and cozy in my place," "I think I should be asking the questions around here." " Look, we're just" " Lost." " Yeah, how'd you guess?" " I've been tracking you for five miles." "You've scared every bit of game of mine away from here to Killarney." "Look, we're... sorry about that." "You will be." "Is there any chance you can help us find a way out?" "In the morning." "Now maybe one of you ladies wants to serve dinner." "I'm having a shower if there's any water left." "Get out of here." "No autographs." "Water." "Have you got a manager?" "You want water?" "I'll give you better than water." "Put hairs on your chest." "Jesus, mister, we're not trying to break in, honest." "Are you Mr. Muscles?" "He isn't Coco, the shagging clown now, is he?" "I want" " What's he saying?" " I think he wants water." "He must have been practicing fire eating and cocked it up." "Over there, mister, if you don't mind sharing with Sugar." "Dinner's served." "Dinner's served." "You won't die from that." "So tell me, mister..." "Hunter." "I was just wondering if you live here all the time." "What do you think I am, a caveman?" "Lovely place to get away from it all." "Something like that." "Look, we're just really lucky that you found us, so now if you could just kind of point us toward civilization?" "There's more civilization in here than most cities." "Certainly used to be." "I'm an archaeologist, specializing in bog bodies." "Well, you're in the right place." "There's more bodies in this bog than most cemeteries." " How come?" " Punishments, sacrifices, accidents-- so much good stuff here." "Yet almost every day another stretch of bog is destroyed by developers." "Look, do you think we could change the channel?" "I doubt it." "Sorry, what would you like to talk about?" "Any of you in the market for a new house?" "Not me." "Just visiting." "Same here." "Not unless it's half price and then tariff free." "Come on, someone must have a story." "Whatever happened to the Irish gift of the gab?" "You got everybody else's probably." "Everybody has a story." "What's the maddest thing you ever done?" "Right, then." "The maddest thing I ever done was get chased by the cops." "Had this regular fare, Dublin Hospital-- decent lady expecting twins." "So we're going down Ball's Bridge." "Next, she starts to have the babies right there in the backseat." " Swear to God." " So what happened?" "Put the pedal down, through a red light, in and out of traffic." "Anyway, by the time we got there, there was three cop cars chasing me." "Barely made it." "What were the babies, boys or girls?" " Huh?" " Boys or girls?" "I don't know." "By the time the cops let me out, she had them and gone." "Never saw her again." "And do you know what?" "50 quid cleaning bill for the backseat, and I didn't even get a tip, swear to God." "Tsk." "We've got one, don't we, Mallory?" "Back home, we were driving past this lake and we saw this little boy standing out on his own by the shore." "About a mile down the road Mallory says stop the car." "There's something strange about a kid so young out there on his own with all that water." "So we turn around and head back." "You tell 'em, Mal." "So we went back." "The boy was only three years of age." "We asked him what he was doing there alone and he pointed at the water." "There was a man floating there, so we jumped in." " No, you jumped in." " Look, who's telling this story?" "Anyway, we got him out and gave him the kiss of life." "Turns out the boy's father had taken him fishing, had some sort of epileptic fit and fallen in." " Did he survive?" " I think so." "The ambulance came along and that was the last we saw of them." "I can still see the little boy's face." "And what about you?" "You a hero too?" "No, not me, mate." "Nothing to report but digging up 2,000-year-old murder victims." "What about you?" "I saved a fella's life once." "Help me, help me." "He was up here hunting, had an accident." "I carried him out, seven miles on my back to the nearest road." "What happened?" "He died." "Jesus." "Everybody loves a happy ending." "Well, not if you spend your life working with bog bodies." "If it wasn't for good old murder, I'd have nothing to dig up." "I dug up one of your pals." "When?" "A couple of years ago." " What did you do?" " I called the cops." "They probably gave it to some guy like you." " Where was this?" " Wicklow." "When exactly?" "What is this, Guantanamo Bay?" "I know every bog body dug up in the last 20 years." "Cavan Man, Clonakilty Man." "If you found something and didn't report it" "Look, I don't see what the fuss is about." "Whatever it is, he's been sitting there under the water for 2,000 years." "Nobody gave a rat's ass about it, so what's the big deal?" "We learn about the future by looking at the past." "Unless the past is dug up and destroyed by some Philistine." " Screw you!" " It's not about us." "It's about them." "They deserve a decent burial at least." "Not if you were one of the tribe that put them there." "It was a way of locking them in." " What do you mean?" " They were put there as a punishment." "Their body unable to fade back to dust;" "Their soul unable to reach heaven or hell." "There's a special place in hell reserved for whoever put them there in the first place." "Okay, that's it." "I've had it." "I am not staying here and listening to Mr. and Mrs. Crypt Keeper all night." "I have places to go." "I have people to see." "I am out of here now." " Don't be daft." " It's pitch black out there." "Don't go." "If you're so worried about me, how come nobody's coming along with me?" "Okay, well, I guess I don't have a lot of packing to do." "It's been lovely." "I'll be seeing you." "Look, missus, you may be a pain in the heart, but you're my fare." "So you're gonna come with me?" "I am." "Go through the clearing, stick to the path." "If you get lost, keep the water on your left, platforms on your right." "Road's about three miles up there on the right-hand side." "St. Christopher." "Patron saint of bog men and taxi drivers." "What the hell was that?" "It's a vixen." "It's their mating season." "Foxes crying are supposed to be the origin of the banshee legend." "It's getting a bit late for ghost stories." "Where the hell's he going?" "The sooner we get out of here, the better." "There's something weird about someone being here on their own." "Maybe you'd find it strange if you came home to find your house full of strangers." "You can bed down on this tonight." "I'm going hunting." "We'll leave first thing in the morning." "Good night." "'Night." "What is it?" "I dreamt I was back." "Back where?" "Nowhere." "Thanks." "Will you come on before our Goldilocks up there leaves us behind?" "Good riddance." "So much for them sending someone back to find us." " If they ever got out." " Oh, come on." "It's not that hard." "Not in daylight with someone who knows the way, but at night on their own?" "They could have gone around in circles." "Wait." "Call them back." " lncredible." " What is it?" "It's a bog trail." "This wood is 2,000 years old." "In the Bronze Age tribes would build these tracks and then cover them up." "It meant they could move around fast while their enemies got stuck going in circles." " For God's sake, put a sock in it." " I'm serious!" "This is the first one I've found in 10 years." "We have to follow it." "I don't know that part of the bog." "Just give me half an hour to map it out." "It's still pretty early, yeah?" " I have to follow it." " I'm sticking to the path." " I'd suggest you do the same." " Hey, no offense, but did you happen to notice that my cousin here can hardly walk?" "Let alone go wandering off on some expedition." "I have to follow it!" "I'll catch up with you." "What am I supposed to do?" "Tell my boss I left his visitor in a bog?" "Not necessarily." "You can help me." "Here." "Grab that." "Help me mark out the path." "For someone who's desperate to get out of here, you're sure in a rush to get lost again." "Well, we're not." "Come on." "No good." "I've lost the trail." "You just stay here until I find it again." "Deano!" "Deano, it's all right." "What happened?" "Where's Val?" "She wouldn't listen." "She just wouldn't listen." "She started to run, then nothing." "Nothing." "Mr. Hunter, wait up!" "She's stuck!" "She's stuck." "Keep pulling." "Come on, Mallory." "What the hell is that?" "Val." "How could a dead body hold on to someone?" "It's impossible." "Nothing's impossible here." "Get her back to the hut before the hypothermia sets in." "No!" "We have to get out of here." "Look, you take Deano up to the road and get help." "We'll take Mallory back to the hut." "Come on." "We need to get her back to the shack." "Keep her warm until Hunter gets there." " He's not coming back." " Says who?" "Oh, come on!" "After Val and Deano left who was the only other one to leave the house?" " Hunter." " And who found Mallory even though none of us saw where she fell in?" "But he was the one to free her." "Free her from what?" "A dead body?" "Listen, sister, where l come from, dead people don't grab ahold of you outside the movies." " We have to trust him." " Trust him to do what?" "What do we know about this guy apart from the fact that he runs around up here in the dark with guns?" "Here." "Either he's out of here for good, or he's gonna finish what he started." "What do you mean?" "First Val, then Deano, then us." "Look, one of you's gotta go for help." "I can't leave her." "Come on, let's get her up." "I think you're wrong." "If he wanted to hurt us, he could have hurt us last night." "He's a hunter, for God's sakes." "Hunters hunt." "You saw it too?" "Damn right." "What are they?" "Bog bodies." " What do they want?" " Revenge mainly." "Why do you come here?" "To hunt them and then bury them." "Jesus Christ." "And I thought I had a crap job." "C'mere, do you remember last night when we were telling stories?" "Not particularly." "Yeah, well, mine wasn't exactly true." "So what part wasn't true?" "All of it." "I made it up to keep another story out of me head." "I was with this Gyp old girl." " Traveler?" " Yeah, well, settled traveler." "I was driving her out to some shithole of a caravan so we cut ahead to the bog." "She had a bit to drink." "So we're nearly there with 30 quid on the meter and she said to me she hadn't been paid." "So I'm about to kick her out of the taxi." "Next of all she said "Mister, I'll pay you another way."" "So I went 50-50." "40 seconds later we're in the back of the taxi." " Occupational hazard." " Yeah." "She said to me I owed the 20 quid because it was a crap shag." "So I lost it-- "Get out, get out of me taxi!"" "So she's yelling." "So I slammed the door, turned up the radio and off I went." "About 40 miles down the road I heard this thumping noise." "So I said to myself," ""Jesus, bitch must have slashed one of my tires."" "Aw, shit!" "Only it wasn't a tire." "It was her." "She must have caught her jacket in the back door when I slammed it." "Dragged her all the way." "It was horrible." "I tried to do something, but she was well dead." " It was an accident." " Yep." "Who's gonna believe me it was an accident?" "And even if they did, I was in trouble with the cops before." "So you had to get rid of the body." "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry." "This path leads up to the road-- hopefully the one you got stuck on." "Have you heard a word I said?" "Everybody has stories." "Counting me." "Get the hell out." "Mr. Hunter?" "Can I ask you a question?" "Do you think I should have told them the real story about the traveler girl?" "I'm a hunter not a priest." "Pull that bed down." "It's out." "How long will it take you to start a fire?" "Sorry, I know I said I used two sticks." "I forgot to mention one of them was a match." "Just get on with it." "Yes, a hole in one!" "So you're not the only hero on this bog, Mr. Hunter." "We used the last of the turf." "There should be some dry wood up there." "She needs more than heat." "She needs a hospital." " Deano will be back soon." " I'm not waiting any longer." "And if you won't go, I will." "You don't even know the direction." "If Hunter was planning on hurting us, why would he show us the right way out?" "Who said it was the right way?" "I'm gonna follow your bog trail." "For God's sake, it's 2,000 years old." " Who knows if it goes anywhere?" " Everywhere goes somewhere." "And I'm gonna walk or crawl or swim until I can find help for Mallory." "I swear-- if she dies before I get back, God help you!" "Come on, Betsy!" "Come on, Betsy!" "Come on!" "Come on, Betsy." "Come on!" "See anything?" "Yeah, she's gone to find a path out." "I meant the turf." "Oh, right." "These should keep it going." "There's some food left." "You should eat." "No thanks." "Do you think they'll come back?" " Yeah, they have to." " And if they don't?" "And if they don't, one of us will have to walk out tomorrow while the other stays with Mallory." "No." "Promise me we'll stay together." "Why couldn't you have said that in the car?" "Then we would never have hit the cow." "And I'd be in Dublin thinking how great it was to have gotten rid of that pompous asshole." "I'd be on a plane chatting up some hot stewardess." "Oh well." "Better luck next time." "I don't want a next time." "I want this time." "No!" "Get off me!" "No!" "Please, no, get off me!" "No!" "It wasn't him." "No!" "He was trying to communicate!" "No!" "Come on, get out." "Come on." "There's no point you keep looking out there." "He won't come till it's dark." "Oh, yeah?" "If you know so damn much, how come so many people are dead, and we're hiding in a shack that looks like he could blow it open without even breaking into a sweat?" "I didn't invite you lot here." "What?" "You mean you want this shit to happen?" "What sort of a man are you?" "I'm a hunter." "This thing isn't some trophy you can stick up beside your antlers." "You saw what happened when you shot it." "I don't know what it is, but if it ever was human, it isn't human anymore." "He's a big 'un, all right." "Just how many of them have you seen before?" " This is the third." " The third?" "And what happened to the other two?" "I buried 'em." "Oh, no." "You gotta keep 'em away from the water." "Part of him wants to die, go to sleep." "The other part wants to live." "And it'll do anything it can to stay out of the darkness." "It was moving towards me." "He didn't wanna hurt me." "For somebody who studied these for so long, you don't know much about them, do you?" "He was trying to get you in close." "He wanted to watch you die." "It's all about revenge." "Who the hell are you, some lunatic, hiding in this shack with a handful of bullets?" "You two stop arguing." "Hannah-- where's Hannah?" "She's gone to get some help." "Just hang in there." "One of us has to go out." "You know the way." "I've been waiting years to have another crack at one of these." "And I'll tell you something:" "I'm gonna drop it." "Completely mad." "This whole thing is just completely mad." "So do you wanna help me or do you wanna find your own way out of here?" "I thought so." "I've set up a few surprises for it." "Hang in there." "She's dead, isn't she?" "She was a good person." "I'm sure she was." "Good people can do bad things." "Just rest now." "I'll have plenty of time for rest." "I need to tell you something." "What?" "The real story." "We were just driving along." "I was feeling guilty because it was raining." "Isn't that stupid?" "And I thought we were lost." "She kept shoving the map in my face." "That's why I didn't see him." "Who?" "This old man." "A turf-cutter." "He had this spade," "like the ones you see in museums." "Thin long blades." "It's called a slane." "He hit the windshield." "I knew he was dead." "His legs were all twisted." "I wanted to get him to a hospital." "You know the way on TV sometimes they're able to bring people back to life?" "Only on TV." "That's what Hannah said." "She kept going on about college and her future and how we'd be wasting the rest of our lives for no reason." "What did you do?" "I couldn't touch him." "So Hannah dragged him to the side of the road and handed me the long spade." "Just rest." "He's at peace now." "I don't think so." "When I close my eyes," "I can see him in the dark waiting for me." "Hannah's there too." "Look, we're taking you out of here tomorrow." "All you have to do is hang on until then." "Did she say anything?" "No." "What's that for?" "It's bait." "They love water." " Why are you here?" " 'Cause I'm a hunter." "Don't give me that crap." "We're all here for a reason." "I just don't know what it is yet." "Well, listen, Professor," "Val dug up a bog body and dumped it." "And, Deano, he dragged a poor Gypsy girl down a lane with a car." "He dumped her." "And Mallory said her and Hannah knocked into an old man and buried him in the turf." "I didn't kill anyone." "Maybe they think you know too much." "And what about you?" "Your story about rescuing somebody all bullshit too?" "I did try and rescue him." "Help me, help me." "Help." "Don't let me" "Help me." "Why?" "Because he could have lived." "Because it seemed a good idea at the time." "Or maybe because I'm just a very very bad man." " I don't think" " Shh!" "Game on." "Come on!" "Come on, hit it!" "Come on, hit it!" "Come on, hit it!" "Come on." "Come on!" "Make for the shack." "Go!" "Help, it's out here." "Open the bloody door!" "Come on, will you?" " How long was I out?" " An hour maybe." "The door!" "I blocked it." "But if it can't keep you out..." "Hunter." " Mallory." " She's dead." "I thought you were too." "I almost was, thanks to you." "Believe me, I'll kill you." "I've done my best to save you the trouble." " We have to help him." " Why?" "Because the only reason we're still alive is that we aren't like the rest." "They all had a secret." "They all killed someone by mistake and tried to hide it." " We didn't." " No." "I did it deliberately." "When I was 13, my mother went to live in England." "My dad left when I was born, so she sent me to live with my Uncle Desmond and Aunt Alice in a place not much better than this." "Aunt Alice was a powerful woman for praying." "She spent all day scrubbing the floor of that cottage and all evening on her knees at church, praying for her husband's soul." "When she left, he used to come in." "He'd startle me." "First it was just a touch." "That made me throw up and it made him angry." "I tried to tell Auntie Alice, but she just slapped me in the face, and started going to church during the daytime as well." "When he knew she was gone, he'd come in from the fields... every day." "Every day." "Eventually..." "I had a baby." "They didn't even know I was pregnant." "At least they pretended they didn't." "And I didn't know what was going on." "It was born still and quiet, and I was glad." "I didn't want it waking up feeling what I felt every day." "So I ran away through the fields and into the bog to find somewhere to bury it." "But he caught up with me." "Come out, Saiorse." "Don't be afeared." "When he saw that there was no baby, he threw me to the ground." "He was gonna do it again and again and again till the bog was full of my blood." "I had a knife" "I used to bury the baby with." "So I used it." "Shh." "Shhh." "You were only a little girl." "You were saving your own life." "Do you still think everyone deserves saving?" "You do." "And maybe, yes, even Hunter." "Let's do it." "God Almighty." "Oh my God." "Saiorse!" "No blood." "Oi!" "Fire and water." " What?" " Fire, water." " David!" " Fire, water!" " Fire and water." " What?" "Fire and water." "They need water to survive." "Maybe the fire's been what's keeping them out." "Fire, water." "Fire, water." "Dinner is served." "Come on, I've got you." "I'm sorry." "Let's go home."