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- This next one's for you, Father.

- Oh, I'm not here for the celebrations.

- No, he's here with his collection plate!

- Well now, Tom, a penny less spent on drink

wouldn't do you any harm, now would it?

And it is the day of our patron saint after all.

- All the more reason for a drink, then!

Won't you join us, Father?

Oh, go on, just the one perhaps.

- Where is she?

I said where is she?

- Ah, who is it you'd be after there, Darragh?

- You know damn well who I'm after!

My Nora, that's who!

- Can't say that I've seen her.

Anybody else?

- I know she's been foolin' around with that Micky Doyle.

And I know this is where he comes drinkin'!

- Really now, Darragh, we've not seen her.

Now won't you please just calm down?

- I'll calm down when my wife's home where she oughtta be!

- Now come on, we all know what day it is, son.

It's the day of St. Patrick,

when the light of Christian kindness first came

to our emerald island.

Surely it's a day for forgiveness, and kindness.

A day when we can all come together

and remember what the good Lord said.

- Nora!

- Darragh, it's not what it looks like.

- Micky Doyle.

- No. Please.

- Nora?

Nora!

Where is she?

- Gone.

Out the door, running for her life.

- Then get out of my way.

- We can't let you go after her, Darragh.

- You'll do as I damn well tell ya!

- It's murder what you've done up there.

I know you had good cause and all, but-

- Good cause?

So you knew what she was up to?

Suppose you all knew, did ya?

That she's carryin' on behind me back?

- Remember Darragh, what the Good Lord said about adultery.

Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.

- Suppose you were the first to know!

You know all the town's sins, don't ya?

Thanks to that confession box.

Did she tell you where?

And when?

And how many times?

- That's enough, Darragh!

Maeve!

Put down that blade.

- You'll have to take it from me.

- You think we don't have the guts, Darragh?

- I think you won't have them for long.

- It doesn't have to be this way, Darragh!

- I think it does, Tom.

It's clear to me now.

Y'all been laughing at me behind me back.

Thinkin' me a fool.

Well now you're going to let me walk out of here like a man.

Or else I'll kill every damn one of you!

- Here ya go, four special Saint Patrick's Day cocktails!

One for you.

What's your name?

- Daisy.

- A pretty name for a pretty girl, eh?

- And one for you.

- Oh, wait, wait, wait.

- So you girls all from England, then?

- Not all of us.

But we're all over here from London.

- Here for the Saint Patrick's Day weekend, eh?

- I thought we could soak up

some traditional Irish culture.

- Well you've come to the right place.

The finest bar in Dublin, or so they tell me.

- What exactly is in this?

- Ah, coconut rum, pineapple,

and a whole lotta' green food coloring.

- This is a traditional Irish drink?

- Sure!

We've been selling these for years.

So, are you gonna introduce me

to your lovely friends, here?

- Sure.

This is Kendra,

Sian and Leena.

What's your name?

- Connor.

Look, I gotta get back over there.

Maybe I'll catch you girls later, yeah?

- Did you see that?

He spent the whole time staring at Daisy

and barely glanced at the rest of us.

- I can't help it if you guys don't make an effort.

- Make an effort?

Look at this suit!

- We're not all here on a manhunt.

- I wonder what time he gets off?

- Come on, Sian's right.

We're here for a girls' weekend,

probably the last one, right?

- Yeah, I've got a job lined up in Switzlerland

after the summer.

- I'll probably go back to Manchester.

- My PhD is almost done.

I guess I'll be heading back home, too.

How about you, Sian?

- I'm not too sure yet.

- Well, anyhow, we need to make the most of this trip.

Everyone raise a glass.

- Happy Saint Patrick's Day!

- Ah, wait, let me get a picture!

- Hurry up, Daisy, my arm's gonna fall off.

- Smile!

Oh.

- I've been thinking.

- I'm fine. Thanks.

- This is everyone's first time in Ireland, right?

And some of us have been having

a bit of a hard time of it lately.

So what are we doing sitting here

with these stupid cocktails?

Let's go see Ireland!

We came here to soak up some Irish culture,

not to go drinking in bars.

- I think drinking in bars is the Irish culture.

- You know what I mean.

Like if you want to get drunk,

let's at least go find a real Irish pub.

Somewhere with a little history.

This place could be anywhere in London or LA.

- I like it here.

- You like the guy serving the drinks.

- I just love his accent, it's so sexy.

- Daisy, every one here has the same accent.

- No, his is different.

- On that note, look who's coming back.

- Sorry about that.

Can I get you girls anything else?

- We were wondering if you had any recommendations

for places we could go visit around here?

- Leena would like to get drunk somewhere more historic.

- That's not what I said!

- She's our resident historian.

PhD in dusty old books.

- My family has Irish ancestry.

- You've no idea how many Americans say that.

Especially on Saint Patrick's Day.

- I'm serious.

It's the whole reason why I wanted to go study in Britain.

- Britain and Ireland aren't exactly

the same thing, y'know.

- I know that.

You know what?

I'm going to the bathroom.

- Be a shame if you all left.

Anyway, I wouldn't exactly be doing my job

if I told you to go an' drink somewhere else, would I?

- Are you exactly doing your job now?

- So what's this, a girls' weekend away?

- We do a trip like this every year.

- This one was Leena's idea.

She wanted to reconnect with her Irish ancestry.

- Look, I can't help ya.

I'm not a Dubliner.

I came up from from Kilkenny for the weekend.

You know there's a lot of bar work going this time of year,

lots of tourists, if you know what I mean?

- Like us?

- I wouldn't exactly call you tourists.

"Visitors", more like.

- What's the difference?

- Visitors we welcome.

Tourists, we just take their money.

- What sort of welcome would you give me?

- A warm one, definitely.

- Uh, can I get past?

- Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you.

It's just I couldn't help but overhear

that you're looking for a place with history.

- Right.

- Well, it just so happens I've got a place nearby.

Been in my family for generations.

- Um, what kind of place?

- A tavern, I guess they would've called it in the old days.

Been standing on the same spot for about 200 years.

Probably one of the oldest buildings in Dublin.

- And, um, it's not some kind of tourist trap?

- What do you mean?

- Like it costs a bunch of money to get in,

and then the drinks are like 50 bucks each?

- No, no, no.

This is a real traditional place.

Got like these beautiful oak tables.

And real Irish whisky behind the bar.

- And it's nearby?

- A few streets away.

- What was that? - Ah, don't worry about that.

This is not a rough place.

Believe me, I've worked in a few.

So you girls are all studying together?

- We're all at the same uni, but different subjects.

- Pharmacology.

- Gender Studies.

- What about you?

- Maybe I'll tell you later.

What time do you get off?

- 12:30.

Maybe if I get your number, we could get together?

- Yeah sure.

I'll text you.

- Oh, I don't have my phone.

I'll go to the bar and get a piece of paper.

- Come on guys, let's go!

- Go where?

- I've just met this guy who's got the most amazing place!

We have to see it!

- We've only just got here.

Can we not just finish our drinks?

- Yeah, this place is fine, Leena.

- It's so boring.

Look at these cheap decorations and fake drinks.

We didn't come all the way to Dublin for this.

- I wouldn't mind going somewhere else.

- Shall we take a vote on it?

- Fine.

Just give me a few minutes.

- Look at them all staring at her.

How does she do it?

- It's because she's beautiful.

- What is she doing?

- She's gone after that guy that brought us the drinks.

- Can we just wait a few more minutes?

- Come on guys, let's go.

The guy's over there, his name's O'Reilly.

- Shit!

- Oh, this is amazing.

How old did you say it was?

- Couldn't tell you.

I know it's been a tavern for at least 200 years.

Could have been something else before that.

- These bricks were made by hand.

Definitely older than 200 years.

- You're some kind of expert?

- Yeah.

Leena's our history buff.

- Not an expert on bricks, exactly.

My thesis is on Crime and Punishment in Britain and Ireland,

1800 to 1868.

- 1868, huh?

Why stop there?

- Well, they banned all public executions,

so it kind of gets less interesting after that.

- Do you really have to do that?

It's really embarrassing.

- Do you know how much bacteria exists

on a high-touch surface like a table?

If you'd looked down a microscope

and seen them all milling about, you'd do the same thing.

- What did you say this was, oak?

- Yeah.

Everything here is original.

Nothing's been updated.

Well, apart from the plumbing.

- So is there anything to drink

or are we just gonna sit here in the dark?

- Didn't you say something about Irish whiskey?

- Yeah, I did.

- What's up?

- I wanted to send you guys that picture we took before, but it's not working.

There's like no signal.

- There'll be plenty of time for that later.

Look at this place, it's so cool.

- You're not seriously suggesting we spend our evening here?

- Oh, why not?

It's awesome.

- Well, it's a little creepy.

- And definitely unsanitary.

- Come on.

Where's your sense of adventure?

- Well, I'm plenty adventurous.

- We all know that.

- Actually, it kinda reminds me of this place

this guy once took me to.

It was this old abandoned house.

- What for?

- You know what for.

I mean, come on, I was 15.

Just somewhere to go.

It's not like I have my own apartment.

- How old was the guy?

- Don't make it sound sleazy.

It's my first time actually.

- Are you going to tell us the whole story?

- I will, if you will.

- I wasn't there.

- No, I mean, your story, your first time.

- I suppose I could be persuaded.

- Go on, you first then.

- No, you.

- It was, it was your idea.

- You started it.

- Okay.

So this guy was a bit older

and he would hang around at the entrance to our school.

- Oh God, I don't want to hear this.

- So he had this big flashy car

and he would just sit there, revving the engine.

So we were all super impressed.

And then one day he offered to give me a ride home.

- That sounds like the start of a horror movie.

- No, he was fine.

He didn't do anything bad.

Well, I mean, the sex was a bit bad,

but I didn't know any better back then so.

- Okay, can we just please change the subject?

- Okay.

Then it's Kendra's turn.

- I never said I would tell.

- Yeah, you did.

Come on.

Don't be shy.

- W-What about Sian, shouldn't she have a turn?

- What?

- When was your first time?

- Um...

- You do have a first time, don't you?

- You know what kind of stories

we should be telling in a place like this?

Ghost stories.

I know a great one.

It's based in Ireland too.

There's this castle in County Antrim,

built in the 17th century,

and there was this woman that lived there

named Lady Isabella Shaw.

Isabella's husband, James, was a drunk and a tyrant.

In his eyes, her only purpose in life

was to give him a male heir,

someone to carry on the family name.

After many years of misery,

Isabella finally became pregnant.

But to her husband's horror, the baby was a girl.

He was so enraged that he took the child away

and locked Isabella in the highest tower

as cruel punishment for her failure.

Isabella was so distraught

that she stepped through the window in that high tower

and leapt to her death.

From that day on,

James began to experience strange phenomena,

mysterious knocking on doors, footsteps on the stairs,

creaking floorboards.

- How are you doing?

Real traditional Irish whiskey, distilled right here.

This will put hairs on your chest.

- My God, this is like drinking pure alcohol.

- Nah, nah, not at all, no.

50%, no more.

Well, maybe just a...

- Are these glasses clean?

- Well, if there's any bacteria in these glasses,

I guarantee you the whiskey'd kill them.

- So what happened?

- What?

- You know, in the castle?

- Oh, it was totally haunted.

- Did Isabella ever get her revenge?

- I don't know.

It's just a thing I read on the flight over here.

- Oh, what a terrible story.

- What's going on here then, huh?

Telling some ghost stories, are we?

- Trying to.

I guess it's not my thing.

- I got one for you.

Real good one.

True as well.

If you wanna hear it.

- That'd be great.

- It happened 200 years ago.

This very day, St. Patrick's Day

and a farm yard laborer, Darragh O'Donoghue,

came looking for his wife.

- Where is she?

- Well he found her in the arms of another man,

young Micky Doyle.

- Darragh, it's not what it looks like.

- Now Darragh was known for being a violent man.

When he gazed down at his lady wife,

an anger erupted inside of him so deeply,

would've even scared the bejesus

out of the most bravest of men.

Now unluckily for Micky,

Darragh had in his hand his trusty scythe,

fresh from a hard day's labor in the fields.

Before the two of them even had a chance to beg for mercy,

he went to work.

He hacked and slashed, like some kind of rabid animal.

Didn't even notice Nora

slipping out the back door, escaping.

Went downstairs.

Waiting for him, was an angry mob.

- Where is she?

- Gone.

Out the door.

Running for her life.

- He convinced himself they knew all about

what his wife was doing behind his back

and that they'd kept it from him.

So he went after them with his scythe,

and they shot him down with pistols.

Ah!

- The last words to come out of his lips

were him screaming vengeance

for everyone that done him wrong,

most viciously on his wife Nora.

Well, they were a good Catholic community

or so they believed anyway,

but the events of that terrible night

were an almighty scandal.

Even the parish priest was there.

So they decided to keep it secret and tell no one.

They gathered up all the weapons and they hid them away,

and then Darragh himself, they buried him

where he fell beneath the floorboards.

The murder weapon, that big old blade,

well, they buried it with him.

- Wait a second, I know a thing or two about Catholicism.

They wouldn't have buried his body under a tavern,

it's unconsecrated ground.

- Like I said, the parish priest was in on it as well.

So he said a few words for a blessing

and they guessed that would do as consecrated ground.

- Does it work that way?

- Well they believed it did, but I don't believe it all myself.

You see, they say that Darragh O'Donoghue

never did rest in peace.

And they say once a year on St. Patrick's night,

he rises up from his shallow grave,

and they say, you can hear his shuffling footsteps.

The screeching of the blade behind him

as he drags it along the floorboards.

And worst of all the sound of his voice,

that ghastly voice, screaming out to his unfaithful wife.

"Nora!"

"Nora!"

- And the place where this happened,

it wouldn't happen to be right here?

- Oh, that's what they say.

- Imagine if there's a dead body underneath our feet.

- Well, it was hundreds of years ago, right?

It'd just be dry old bones by now.

- Come on guys, it's just a story.

He probably tells it to all the tourists.

Isn't that right, Mr. O'Reilly?

- Weather's pretty bad out there.

You ladies got somewhere to stay?

- Yeah, we booked a couple of rooms.

What was that place, Sian?

You booked it.

- I can't get the page up.

I don't think there's any signal.

- That's not gonna work here.

Solid walls, two foot thick.

- I think it's called "Cullenswood Road."

- Oh, that's a bit of a way that is,

you'll never get across there at this hour at night.

All the cabs will be booked up.

- What do you suggest?

- Well, I have a couple of rooms upstairs.

I meant to turn this place into a guest house,

but I never finished the work.

You're welcome to stay the night.

- Is there even anywhere to wash?

- Aye.

There's a shower room upstairs. Running hot water.

All the mod cons.

I put in the plumbing myself.

A word a warning though.

Don't go wandering around here in the middle of the night.

It's a real old building.

Lots of corridors.

Don't go nowhere.

Rotten floorboards.

You know what I mean?

Oh yeah.

And it is St. Patrick's Day night.

You just might fall foul

of Darragh O'Donoghue's rusty blade.

Good luck to you.

- No way.

Absolutely not.

- Oh wait, let's consider this.

- I didn't mind coming here,

but I have not drunk nearly enough whiskey

to agree to stay the night.

- Then why don't you just drink some more?

Oops.

- You have certainly had enough for both of us.

- I was just killing some more bacteria for you.

- What do you think, Sian? - Um, I dunno.

I don't much fancy going out in the rain.

- Let's take a vote on it.

Who's okay with staying the night?

- How come every time we take a vote on something,

Leena gets her way?

- What can I say?

It's democracy.

America's gift to the world.

- Mr. O'Reilly?

Are you there?

- Ah, there you are.

- I'm really, really not happy about this.

- Oh, don't tell me you're scared.

- Of what?

- The ghost.

What was his name again?

- Darragh O'Donoghue.

- Oh, yeah, him stalking the corridors.

Him and his big tool.

- Shut up.

- I don't know where he's gone.

- Oh well, nevermind.

I mean, he said we could stay, didn't he?

So why don't we just find the rooms?

- He said the rooms were upstairs, right?

- You first.

- Why me?

You've got the torch.

Alright, fine.

It's okay.

There's two doors up here and a passage going the other way.

Wait down there a second, I'm gonna go check out the rooms.

There's candles.

Anybody got a lighter?

- Oh, I do.

- I didn't know you smoked.

- Only in bed.

You know, afterwards.

- 30-a-day habit if that's the case.

- It's not too bad, actually.

- I'll take this room.

- Well, I'm with Leena.

I want to be near a torch in case this all goes wrong.

- Looks like it's just me and you then.

- Yeah. Okay.

- Come on then.

- Look, two beds.

At least we don't have to share.

- Thank God.

Sorry.

I mean, no offense, I just, just like my own space.

What is all that junk?

- I have no idea.

This place must be a gold mine for antiques.

- You don't mind, do you?

- What?

- Sharing?

- Oh...

Only, there's not very much choices, is there?

- I suppose not.

- So you gonna get ready for bed?

- Oh, yeah, I was just gonna wear this.

It's a bit chilly, isn't it?

- No.

Too hot, actually.

Must be all the candles.

- Or the whiskey.

- Yeah, or that.

This dress is just, it's too tight.

- It looks amazing.

- Really?

You think so?

I can't wait to take it off, actually.

Could you...

Could you undo me?

- What?

- Could you undo me?

It took me forever to do it this morning.

- Oh, um, yeah, okay.

- Aren't you gonna use the shower room?

- Well, I mean, as much as I hate

to go to bed without a shower,

I doubt it would get me much cleaner.

Everything in this place is filthy.

- So what's that?

- This is my skincare routine

I start with this.

This goes on the face and the hands for 10 minutes,

then I wash it off.

This one, this stays on for 20 minutes.

I spritz with cold water

and then I finish with an abrasive derma rub.

- I get the picture.

- Don't you have a skincare routine?

- Soap and water.

Oh, no way.

- What is it?

- Do you know what this is?

This is a genuine Joseph Manton flintlock pistol.

It's gotta be at least 200 years old.

A pair of these came up for auction a year ago,

they went for thousands.

- Well, I don't suppose Mr. O'Reilly would notice

if you wanted to take it with you.

- Come on, I wouldn't do that.

- So what do you think?

- You're gorgeous.

- No, not about that.

About this place, about the trip, about Dublin.

- Oh, it's nice.

- Only, I know it's not really that good timing for you,

what with everything that went on with your parents.

- That was nothing.

- But didn't they threaten to disown you?

That can't have been about nothing.

We, we spoke about it, actually.

Us three.

We were worried that we might be forcing you

to come away with us.

- No, no.

I wanted to be here.

- There's bullets in here.

Ramrod.

What's this?

Gunpowder.

- Did you say it was 200 years old?

- Well, Joseph Manton started producing guns in 1780.

But this type is from the early 1800's.

- It does fit with O'Reilly's story then.

- What do you mean?

- Well, they shot him, didn't they?

This Darragh O'Donoghue.

Then they buried him under the floor.

So that could very well be one of the guns

they used to kill him.

- Stop trying to freak me out.

That story was bullshit for tourists.

- Thought you liked ghost stories?

- Doesn't mean I believe them.

- Are you tired?

- Not really.

- Me neither.

I'm buzzing, actually.

Must be that whiskey.

That reminds me.

- What is that?

- Well, you said you were cold.

This will warm you right up.

It's neat vodka.

- Mm.

- It's almost as disgusting as the whiskey.

- Well, I wasn't really planning

on drinking it straight from the flask.

- Mm.

- Are you getting used to it?

- Mm-hmm.

- So lovely to see you smile for once.

I know.

We should take a picture.

Hold that.

Oh, that's really nice.

I'll send it to you.

- Could you take one on mine?

- Yeah, sure.

Same again?

- Yeah.

There you go.

- Don't worry, I won't share it anywhere.

- Why not?

- Because you're in your underwear.

- Oh, there's plenty worse pictures of me

out there doing the rounds.

- I wish I had your confidence.

- Listen, you know, you don't have to keep it a secret.

Whatever it is, you can tell me.

- I just can't.

- Well.

Look, I went through so much shit

with my parents growing up, especially with my dad.

But lucky for me, he wasn't really around all that much,

so that was a bonus.

- I just wanna forget about it.

Enjoy the weekend.

- I'm so glad you came.

It wouldn't be a girl's weekend without you, Sian.

- Thank you.

I was really worried.

You know about being a downer.

Spoiling it for everyone else.

- No, don't be silly.

- We love you, Siannie.

- Siannie?

Nobody calls me that.

- Well, I do.

Ah, ah.

- Sorry.

- No.

No, no.

It was just a little unexpected, that's all.

- It was the vodka.

I'm not used to it.

- Wait, Sian, please.

I'm not offended or anything.

- I'll leave you in peace, okay.

- I just didn't realize that you...

Felt that way.

Shit.

♪ I've been dreaming of the ocean ♪

♪ I've searching for the Crimson Sky ♪

♪ I've been starving my emotion ♪

♪ Looking at the ships go by ♪

♪ Somebody rows me to where I belong ♪

♪ So many years, cause it's kind of full ♪

♪ Somebody rows me to where I belong ♪

♪ Said the drifter as his world's gone by ♪

- I wonder what else is in here?

What are you hiding?

- Oh!

What are you doing?

- Sorry.

It's just dust.

- You know what dust is?

Dust is 70% dead human skin cells.

Oh my God.

It's all over my face.

I've got Mr. O'Reilly on my face.

- Geez. I'm sorry.

- I'm gonna have to have a shower now after all.

- I think he said it was down the hallway.

- I will find it.

- Running hot water.

All the mod cons.

I put in the plumbing myself.

- Jesus.

Not bad.

- Don't go wandering around here

in the middle of the night.

They say that Darragh O'Donoghue never did rest in peace.

- Sorry.

I didn't mean to scare you.

It's me, Connor, from the bar.

- What are you doing here?

- Well, I just thought, you know,

me and your friend were getting on pretty well

back there in the bar.

- How did you know where we were?

- Ah, ah, the fella.

That fella you went off with O'Reilly.

My boss says he owns this place.

He's quite well-known, apparently.

A bit of a character, they tell me.

- Yeah.

- So anyway, is your friend around?

Daisy?

- Up the stairs, the door on the left.

- Do you think it'd be all right if I go up there?

- I'm sure she'd be pleased to see you.

- Oh, come in.

- Hi there.

- Oh, hey.

- Mr. O'Reilly?

- What are you doing here?

- Well, you did promise to give me your number.

- I did.

Wait, how did you find me?

- Your friend, downstairs.

She told me you were up here.

- Sian?

- Yeah.

The one doing Gender Studies.

- How was she?

- She didn't look happy to see me, to be honest.

So anyway, I just thought, you know,

me and you were getting on pretty well

back there in the bar.

Before you ran out on me.

- Yeah.

I'm sorry about that.

- I just thought it'd be a shame

if I didn't get your number.

- My number?

Is that all you want?

- Nora.

- Nora.

- "Marie Kent, 29, and Doris Wayman, 25,

"were reported missing in Dublin

"last week on Saint Patrick's Day."

"Sarah West, 18, Diane Norris, 19,

"and Ian Morris, from Newcastle, England,

"were all were last seen leaving

"a Saint Patrick's Day celebration in Dublin last Friday."

My God.

We're in trouble.

- Nora.

- Shit.

- Quick, hide!

Er, who is it?

- It's me. I have to talk to you.

- Come in.

- Listen, I think we need to get out of here...

Where's Sian?

- Oh, long story.

- Well, anyway, we need to find her and get out of here.

- What are you talking about?

- It's O'Reilly.

I think he's up to something.

- Wait, I thought you liked him.

I know he's a bit weird, but,

you're the one who wanted stay here in the first place.

- Yeah, well that was before.

Look, I found this book and all these papers.

And it's like this whole weird, creepy collection.

- It sounds like the room I used to share with you.

- Oh, come on, I'm serious, Daisy.

Like there was this story about how his parents died

and he inherited this place.

- What's so bad about that?

- They were murdered!

- By O'Reilly?

- Well, it doesn't say that, but no, listen,

there were all these headlines

about missing people in Dublin going back years.

- Wait, let me get this straight.

You want a pack up, go halfway across town,

all because you got scared by some newspaper clippings?

- Why don't we go find Sian and Kendra

and take a vote on it?

- You always win on those votes.

- Can you think of a better way?

I'll be back when I've found everyone.

- What do you think?

- It's none of my business.

I think you've got some weird friends.

- Kendra.

Kendra, are you here?

No signal. Shit!

Daisy!

It's Kendra.

- What?

- She's...

She's-

- She's what?

- She's dead.

That bastard, O'Reilly killed her!

- That's impossible.

- Just get dressed and come with me.

Now do you believe we have a problem?

- What happened to her?

- O'Reilly. I'm sure of it.

He's got some sick routine of bringing people down here

and murdering them.

He's even got a collection of news clippings all about it.

He's a total fucking psycho.

- You're the one that brought us here.

You're the one that wanted to stay the night.

- We all voted, didn't we?

You and your fucking vote!

- I'm sorry.

I just...

I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

You're right.

I'm the one that got us into this

and I'm gonna be the one to get us out of it.

- What should we do?

Should we, should we call the police?

- I've already tried, there's no signal.

Just like O'Reilly said.

First we're gonna make you safe and I'll go find Sian, okay?

You're gonna stay in your room.

You're gonna barricade the door.

Use furniture, anything you can find.

Don't open the door for anybody except me or Sian, okay?

- What about you?

I'll be fine.

I'll be armed.

- What the hell's going on?

- It's true.

Kendra's dead.

- What?

- Give my phone.

Oh shit.

- What are you doing?

- We need to barricade the door!

Help me!

- Wait.

Hold on.

Someone's actually really dead?

- Yes!

- Jesus.

Listen, I think I might be in a bit over my head here.

- What?

- If it's a good time you're after, I'm your man.

But this, this is crazy!

- Where are you going?

I need your help with this.

- I've got a wife and kid back in Kilkenny, all right?

If I leave now, I might be able to make the last train.

- You fucking bastard!

- I'm sorry.

I've gotta go.

See you around.

Which way did I come in now?

Hello?

How are ya?

No, I'm not on the train, but I'm on my way to the station.

Is she still awake?

Put her on.

Hiya, Maggie.

You're supposed to be in bed.

It's late, you know.

No, I can't come home now.

I'll be home in the morning

and then we'll go walk the dog, okay?

Alright.

Kiss, kiss, now bye.

Bye.

- Nora.

Nora.

- Sian, are you there?

Sian?

Sian, are you here?

Sian!

- Leena!

- Oh, thank God, I thought you were dead.

Who did this to you?

- It was Mr. O'Reilly.

- Nora.

Nora.

- Don't worry, I'm gonna get us out of here.

- How is everyone else?

- Daisy's still up in her room.

I told her to barricade the door.

She'll be fine.

There's like a million knots in this.

- Mr. O'Reilly grabbed me at the bottom of the stairs

and took me down here.

- I know.

You're not the first one, he's been doing this for years!

That sick bastard!

I know exactly what he's been up to!

- Oh really?

What exactly is it that I've been up to?

- Nora.

- You fucking psycho!

I found your collection upstairs.

All those missing people.

- So what?

- So it's obvious!

You lure people here, you convince them to stay the night

and then you murder them!

- I never murdered anyone my whole life.

- If you're not a killer then why is my friend

tied up in your stinking basement?

- I don't have to explain anything to you.

- You better start trying.

- Well now, do you even know how to work that thing?

- Historian, remember?

I can even tell you the year it was made.

- Nora.

Nora.

- My conscience is clear.

I gave you fair warning like I always do.

Ya can't say I didn't!

- Fair warning?

Of what?

- Of what goes on here!

Every year.

Saint Patrick's Day!

You chose to stay the night here.

Well, that's on you, darlin'!

- What are you talking about?

- Him!

Darragh O'Donoghue!

- Nora.

- This is bullshit!

My friend's body is upstairs in your shower

and you killed her!

- If someone's dead, it's 'cause of Darragh O'Donoghue.

If it wasn't for me, he'd have killed dozens more.

- What are you talking about?

- Like I said, every year he rises from his resting place,

that unconsecrated ground.

And every year I make damn sure

there's someone here to satisfy his needs.

That's why I tied your friend up.

Make it easy for him.

It's my Saint Patrick's Day gift to him.

- This, this isn't possible!

- I thought you knew your history.

You never read about those graves in ancient Greece?

All those giant rocks pinned down on the bones

so the dead didn't get up and start walking.

- It's not really my period.

- Well I have!

And if you don't believe me, fair enough.

Go on!

Untie your friend!

See what happens.

He'll kill her!

He'll kill you!

He'll kill me!

He'll kill everyone!

Just like he did my ma and pa!

- He did what?

- It's like I told you,

this place has been in my family for generations.

My great great great grandfather, he was there that night

when they gunned Darragh O'Donoghue down

and buried him where he fell.

And ever since then, my family have kept him here.

Satisfying his lust for vengeance.

Keeping the city safe, you might say.

- What about all the people who died?

- A necessary sacrifice.

They all knew what they were getting themselves in for, huh?

They all knew the story of Darragh O'Donoghue,

just like you did.

None of my business if you didn't believe

what I was telling you.

- Leena, please, just untie me!

- Right.

- You're gonna regret this.

You wanna know why he killed my mom and pa, huh?

Because they forgot to leave his St. Patrick's Day gift!

- What was that sound?

- I told you.

I told you.

You better not try and stop him!

- Nora.

- Nora!

- No!

Bastard!

- Leave him be!

- Oh Jesus.

Stay away from me.

I'm warning you!

Oh shit!

- Nora.

- Fuck!

- Nora.

- Happy Saint Patrick's Day, fucker.

Daisy.

Daisy!

Don't you fucking rain on me!

Don't you dare fucking rain on me!

I've had enough for one night!

Bastard!

- Happy St. Patrick's Day!

- Ugh.

- Nora.

- It can't be.

- Nora.

- You're dead!

I killed you!

- Nora.