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okay thank you

It's okay.

Come here.

I know that.

Nothing to be done.

The eyes that shun, now

dimmed and gone, the cheerful hearts

now broken.

Why'd you shoot it?

It's a pest.

It'll jump up in the cars and make shit in the paintwork.

Couldn't just shoo it away, huh?

Goats are stubborn.

Spray it with a hose?

for those.

Long, long ago, there's been a woods with a small stone hut.

And inside the stone hut, there lived an Alcaliac.

A witch.

Preying upon the lost, the evil old crone would first put the new craveler

her spell, leaving them a dazzled and vulnerable and lapsed game.

The witch would then shackle her stunned prey before taking the lost travelers

on a tour of the underworld.

And sometimes, a hand or a claw would reach out from the dark and tear a

piece from those at the end of her chain.

Look out an eye.

Peel off an ear.

And sometimes, they took something from a little boy that was more valuable to

him. and his eyes were yours.

Any guesses which part of you that might be?

Did you kiss?

No.

Go find your parents.

And don't talk to strangers again.

There are worse things than strangers out there, Yank.

Did we wake you?

Mr. Cobb, my apologies.

I was on the phone and I thought Albie was... Don't apologize to me, you man

-eater. Apologize to the guest.

My apologies.

Why don't you mind your own business?

It is my business.

I'm the owner.

Bowman, number reservation.

If you could just... Mr.

Bowman. Mr. Om Bowman, Pullman City, Whatman.

With us for a week.

Welcome.

Dining room is down this corridor here.

Breakfast in the morning from 7 to 10.

Halloween party tomorrow night with live music, cocktails, costumes.

Should be a bit of crack.

Oh, um, crack is a word we use to describe a fun time here in Ireland.

Yeah, can I get a room as far away from the crack as possible?

Work to do. What do you do?

Writer.

Well, you shouldn't hear a thing. Thank you.

Wait.

Bowman. I know that name.

I think my son is a fan of yours.

He's a celebrity.

Well, if there's anything we can do to make your stay more enjoyable, please

dial 0 and let us know.

All right.

Oh, maybe I could bring him my son's book and you can find it.

Now There's nothing getting through that that's built to last

Are you lost?

What does it look like?

With that attitude, it looks like you can stay lost.

Okay, sorry. I'm just... I can't find my room. It should be right here, but it's

not.

Yeah, this way. Thank you.

First time in Ireland?

Yeah.

Are you having a nice time?

Yeah.

This is you.

Thank you.

Enjoy your stay.

Thanks. Oh, hey.

Sorry, you happen to know where the Big Redwood is?

Who are those?

Jesus.

Oh, uh, my folks.

Sorry for your loss.

Want a drink?

I think I may need something stronger than milk.

It wasn't stronger than that.

One shot?

Poutine.

water of life.

Yeah, that's Moonside.

If you want something to defeat the demons, not just be running from the

mushrooms.

I love driving.

It's all natural.

I pick, dry, grind the mushrooms myself.

And I like it with goat milk.

I'm going to do it.

I'll bury her.

You know why they climb on the cars?

Goats like to graze on the mushrooms as well.

And when they're coming up, they go looking for reflective surfaces.

Because staring into your own eyes on mushrooms deepens

the drift.

But it can be dangerous.

Especially if there's an asshole with a crossbow nearby.

Don't get me started.

I've nearly come to blows with them over.

Thanks for the drink.

Don't go climbing up on any cars.

I won't.

His skull is the only hard object for, like, miles.

So, Conchita Doral hits the boy with the bottle, killing him.

But the bottle still doesn't break.

In the end, he wanders out into the desert to die.

Why would you write this?

What do you mean?

I mean, it's so bleak.

Well, you know, it's meant to be challenging.

Well, I won't be reading it.

Not if that's how it ends.

Well, you know, a few of my novels have been turned into bad movies. When they

make the movie for you, you tag on a happy ending.

Okay, well, any better.

You remind me of my mom.

Your mom?

How old do you think I am? Well, when she was young.

Yeah, just in a way, she... You should have happy.

My dad took that.

You know, they came here for their honeymoon.

Always wanted to come back.

Oh, yeah?

Yeah. Why didn't they?

Oh, she died three years after that.

She was very young.

And she died.

Murdered.

Shot in the face.

She came home from work.

Dead. They catch the person in the shower?

He's too young to be punished.

So they fucking hanged him.

And your dad?

Oh, well, he turned into a monster and drank himself to an early grave.

You know, had their ashes for years, never knew what to do with them.

Yeah, they were happy here, so... Hey, I noticed the honeymoon suite closed.

I hope that's the room they stayed in.

That has been closed a long time.

Do you know why?

Because no couple in their right mind would honeymoon here?

It's haunted.

Hmm. By a witch.

Mr. Cobb says they managed to lock her in there years ago.

I tried to convince Mal to sneak the key off Mr. Cobb, like have a look up

there, but he wouldn't go for it.

I have.

Never known a man to be so afraid of his father -in -law.

Why do you want to go up there so bad?

See if the radio's electrical.

What if there is? You afraid she'll, uh, get you?

I bring some chalk.

Chalk? If you ever find yourself being chased by a witch, just circle around

her. Keep you safe. If I ever think I'm being chased by a witch, I will look for

a psychiatrist, not a piece of chalk.

Oh, perfect.

I'll be.

I'll only hear about your encounter with the witch upstairs.

Well, um...

And that's what happened.

How come?

Don't worry, I'll be here.

I believe you.

Fiona, delivery to the time zone.

Bye, Neil.

Are you enjoying your stay, Mr. Bowman?

I guess.

When I saw the name, I didn't think it would actually be you.

Oh, what are you doing here?

I don't mean to bother you, but I want to tell you how much your books have

meant to me.

I really relate to your characters.

Well, that's a troubling thing, as those pages are populated by deeply

disturbed, desperate people.

Oh, is that what you use to keep track of all your ideas?

It is, yeah.

In fact, I had one.

Speaking with you.

Idea for a character.

Oblivious charisma vacuum.

Completely incapable of reading a room.

Is it true I read that you're finally writing the end of the Conquistador

trilogy? How the fuck do I know what you read?

No, I mean, is it true you're finally writing the ending?

No, I'm starting to think it's going to be open -ended.

And are you happy with how it's going?

I'm a writer, too.

And some nights it's hard to face that blank page.

Yeah.

So that's a Halloween costume you're wearing?

Oh, no, I just work here to pay the bills. Oh, okay.

So you're not a writer, you're a billboy.

No, I am a writer.

I just don't get paid for it yet.

It can be hard to get publishers or agents or anybody to read anything.

Sure.

And actually, I've got a manuscript in my locker. Do you mind if I ask you to

take a look at it? Nope.

Oh, why not?

Oh, Jesus!

You need thicker skin than that if you want to make it as a writer.

What happened there?

Never meet your heroes.

I'll take another.

And that'll be his last one.

To bleak endings.

weird feeling.

It's not answering.

The way he was drinking, he's probably passed out in a pool of his own piss.

He burned my hand. Open it.

Your funeral.

Mr. Bowman?

It's Fiona.

You left your things in the bar.

Mr. Bowman?

Thanks very much for your time, guards.

Mr. Penman?

Are you closing?

End of season.

How, uh... How are you feeling?

Oh, I'm sorry.

I just, uh, came to get my stuff.

Of course.

Just, uh, back here, safe and sound.

Thank you.

Hey, uh... Who found me?

One of the members of staff.

Fiona. She was working in the bar that night. Christ.

Is she around?

No. Well, I'd like to talk to her.

Apologize. Could I get her number?

Mr. Berman, Fiona's missing.

What do you mean?

She hasn't been seen since Halloween, and that's weeks ago.

What?

We thought maybe she just wanted some time and didn't let anybody know, but...

What the heck happened to her?

I don't know.

Okay,

but she couldn't have just disappeared.

They searched the hotel?

Of course.

And the woods.

Could she have been taken?

By who?

Well, how the fuck should I know? I mean, there's a local weirdo, a guest,

someone who works here. I mean, I don't know if you've noticed, but there are

some oddballs walking around this place.

Okay.

Those men, they were police.

There is a man that they want to speak with who lives in the woods. His name is

Jerry.

Fergal saw Fiona outside talking to him earlier that night.

He hasn't been seen since.

Now, we always just consider him a pest around here.

He comes into the hotel with a fire, bothers the guests. Right.

Since his disappearance, the guards have learned who Gerry is, and it turns out

Gerry disappeared after his wife died under suspicious circumstances ten years

ago.

Mr. Berman, I think you've been through enough.

Go home.

Heal. I promise I'll call you myself if there's any updates.

I bet you have a whole new appreciation for a woman's intuition.

Albie told me that Fiona made him unlock your door because she had a bad

feeling.

Lucky boy.

You saw Fiona talking to the man in the woods before he disappeared.

Jerry. Born to be born to stay away from him.

Mouth said his wife died under suspicious circumstances.

They obviously killed her, didn't they?

What else would he be down here hiding in the woods for years, living out of an

old van?

Well, now he's gone.

He'll be back.

I'll be waiting for him.

Did you talk to her that night?

Yeah. Yeah?

How'd she seem?

Well, not herself.

Distracted.

Sad.

I think she was still in shock from having to cut you down.

Hey, what about the honeymoon suite?

What about it?

Well, was it... Sir?

Fiona mentioned wanting to go up there.

Impossible. The gate is always locked. Mr. Codd was the key in them at all

times.

So it wasn't searched.

It's always locked.

It's locked now.

Mr. Carp has me check the gate every day.

There's no way she could have possibly got up there, so you might as well

suggest that we search the moon.

Police talk to you?

I talk to the guards every day.

My first cousins.

Garda Targent is my uncle.

Why do you ask?

So the best thing you could do now is get into your car and fork off back to

airport while you still look like your passport picture.

Safe home now.

Fucking Christ.

Fiona would be glad to know you woke up.

Okay, well, she's missing.

You have anything to do with that?

No.

Well, the police are looking for you. You're the last one seen talking to her.

I don't think it's the only reason they're looking for me now.

Huh?

Yeah, that's right. They said you killed your wife.

Yeah.

That's true.

She was very ill.

She was in a lot of pain.

You know, this is Fiona's. We were friends.

She let me borrow it.

Oh, she did?

Okay, well, why don't you come with me and we'll talk to the police.

No, it's pointless.

They wouldn't believe me anyway.

Oh, yeah?

Why? What do you think happened to her?

I don't know.

But I know she's dead.

Why do you say that?

There's a cupboard in Mal's office full of medicine left behind by a guest.

Two nights ago, I went there to stock up.

What? And the bell she was pointing to? It's an old mechanical call bell

connected to the honeymoon suite.

I think she was trying to tell me to come up there.

I'm waiting till the hotel's empty and then I'm going up there to check.

Okay, but once you have a key, then how the hell do you... Ah, right, of course.

The hob lives on the other side of the woods I broke in.

But if he had the key, then she couldn't be up there.

No, this was stolen.

Took her up there and then put it back without him noticing.

Right, but who would do that?

I don't know.

Okay.

Why don't you give it to me? I'll go back and I'll check.

You wouldn't even get near the gate with Fergal on top of it.

No, it has to be at night.

Tonight.

When the hotel is empty.

Would you come with me?

I don't know what I'm going to find when I get up there.

I'd rather not go alone.

You know, all these things do exist.

It's just people with closed minds can't see them.

There's one more car in the path, by my count.

And the hotel is empty.

You really think that was Fiona's ghost that you saw?

Yeah.

Were you drinking your magic milk when you saw this ghost?

That's how I saw her.

And my mind was open.

What the fuck am I doing here?

My wife's spirit visited me once on a trip.

She thanked me for ending her suffering.

Said we'd be together again someday.

Whatever you say, man.

She said we'd be together again.

Leave what you want.

We go up there, yeah?

We find Fiona, you'll believe it too.

And what if we don't find her?

Does that mean all of this is just in your head?

I have Jerry.

Tell my cousin I'm bringing him in.

What do you mean you have him? Look, I have to get on the road.

Thank you.

It's all right.

It's all right.

What are you doing here?

You're asking me?

I got a phone call from Mr. Cobb in a panic, saying the honeymoon key was

missing.

Where'd you even get this?

From Jerry.

Jerry? He's convinced Fiona was up here.

Where is he?

Spergel's fuckhead took him to the police. He didn't see me.

He saved me. I wanted to help find her. I don't know.

Okay.

Why don't we just go downstairs and we'll get in trouble if we're caught up

here. Alright.

Can you give me a ride back to my car?

Yeah.

You're lucky you didn't get locked in here.

Mr. Cobb told me a story about a young bride locking herself in here once.

Oh no, Mr. Bowman, Mr.

Bowman, would you please?

You're not supposed to be up here.

Mr. Cobb is very strict on people not coming up here.

I could lose my job.

Where does this go?

There was a basement down there before it was a hotel.

The entrance was lost during the renovations. There is nothing down

Oh, look at that.

There is nothing down there.

Okay, okay, we need to move, move.

We need to leave.

Mr. Bauman, I am going to have you arrested for trespassing if you do not

right this minute.

Hey girls.

Looking well?

Thought you were going to hand that in for a hug.

He's, uh, famous, you know.

I bet you he'll dedicate his new mug to you if he wakes up.

Drink your tea when it's still hot.

Thank you.

I was playing with my dad's gun and

it went off.

What are the two things we don't ever play with kids?

And that's right.

My dad hates me now. I miss my dad.

Help me.

Ohm.

Well, Ohm, it's pretty simple.

Your dad told you not to go near his gun, but you did anyway, and his wife

her brain...

That's gonna make skin.

Thank you.

Hello?

Who's that even, dude?

I need your help.

What happened to you?

Oh, Fergal, it doesn't matter.

I need to get up here.

I need to get this open.

What for?

The American.

Oh, he went up there.

Stop, stop, stop.

He's gone.

What?

Mr Cobb sent me out here to look for the key. And when I got here, the gate was

unlocked, so I went up.

And?

What did you find? Mr.

Bowman.

Drunk.

Where is he? He's on his way to the airport.

Well, he was too drunk to drive, so I took him down to town, stuffed him in a

taxi and sent him off.

Fiona!

Can you speak slow, please?

So you just jumped?

I mean, you could have been killed.

Are you sure you checked that room? I mean, you looked everywhere.

The room's not that big.

She's not there. I swear to you, I looked.

I need to see it for myself.

If anyone wants me to go up there, I'm going to have to call the guards to tell

them you're here.

They know about your wife.

I know.

I'm sorry.

Just go, Gerry.

Take Bauman's car and don't come back.

I'll tell them that you were already gone.

I left the keys.

Hijo de puta.

You alright, man?

No, I'm actually not feeling the best.

I think I might need to lock up and go home.

Hey, why don't I get the keys and I'll bring them out to you?

The owner used to say, never ignore when something feels off.

Something feels off here, Mal.

Jerry, you have to leave. If you drop home into town, why'd you come back out

here?

To get this reframed for my wife?

You drove all the way back out here for that?

Why can't a man do something nice for his wife without having something to

Jerry.

Jerry, what the fuck are you doing? I don't have it.

I gave it back to Mr Cobb. Give it to me!

Okay. Okay. Okay.

Jerry, please.

It was a mistake.

You don't know Fiona like I did. She wasn't a good person. She was threatened

tell Mr. Cobb.

He hates me.

He's threatened to have me killed for less over the years.

Just leave him.

She's dead. Mal fucking killed her.

You okay?

There's no way out down there.

I'll bring you back up with the key, and we can both leave.

You can go home.

Bowman!

Can you hear me?

Sorry, it was fixed.

Come on, we have to go.

No,

no.

You're that bellboy.

My name's Albie.

I didn't think you'd have anybody visiting you being away from home.

I'm not sure I'd have anybody visiting me there either.

Sit down. Sorry.

Okay, I guess I'll just get two scoops of vanilla.

I work in the ice cream parlor next door as well.

This is from Fergal.

He's pretty devastated about Fiona.

He said if you needed anything to let him know. Yeah, I spoke to him on the

phone.

You been to the hotel?

What's left of it.

They found remains.

Fiona and Jerry.

Now, his car was found outside.

They're looking for him.

Mr. Bauman, I need to tell you something.

I don't know what happened, but I'm worried it might have been my fault in

way.

How?

There was a flask of whiskey in your room.

Did you drink it?

Yeah.

Much of it?

Well, it's whiskey. I drank all of it. Why?

I spiked it.

With what?

I had some of Jerry's muffin powder.

I snuck into your room and I put it in the flask.

Why would you do that?

Well, it was after I tried to speak to you at the bar that night.

But you burnt my hand.

That hurt.

You know all these things do exist.

But those people with closed minds can't see them.

I'm sorry.

You were really rude.

I better go before they kick me out.

One of the firemen found this at the hotel.

Hey, um... You can take that, too.

I didn't want you to. Yeah, no, just take it.

If you wanted something to pass the time, I could bring in my manuscript.

And I've been through enough already, I'll be... I'll do a quick polish

and walk it in tomorrow.

As hard as you can.

You understand?

You don't stop from blood.

You don't stop from bone. You keep hitting until it breaks.

Follow the map and you claim it all as yours.

I get stuff that I don't deserve.

Stuff before I change my mind.