Wizard of Death: Tinman's Rise

Two days.

He should have circled back by now.

He knew these woods.

He could have followed the yellow trail and just

never stopped.

Let's go.

That's his rifle.

Why would drop it here?

Do you smell something?

Fuck!

Fuck!

No! Please!

Please!

Ah! Ah!

Thank you, darling.

Sip your water.

We'll be walking in direct sunlight this afternoon

and I don't want anyone complaining of headaches.

Ooh, this app thinks it can make me look 10 years younger.

Reckon it'll get rid of these crows feet?

Why don't you try exercise?

Yeah? Squats work.

Look, this trail is light work.

If I get bored,

I'll carry your bags.

Oh, my God.

The Willoughby family circus.

Strong man included

with no extra charge.

Don't film me.

I'm documenting history.

When I go back to Ukraine,

I wanna show them a typical British family.

Dorothy, if you show them our family,

I think they might revoke your student visa.

God, if I can get any bloody signal,

I'm gonna do a live stream.

Ooh. Hashtag Botox brigade.

Oh!

Perhaps not so much sunshine.

Come on, get under here you lot.

Oh, gross.

Great.

We still stupid for bringing coats, Dad?

It'll pass.

It's all right. It'll pass.

Excuse me,

do you know if the trails up ahead are marked?

Those trails are marked all right.

Marked in blood.

Ooh!

That's the creepiest Google review I've ever heard!

Hey, maybe it's like a scavenger hunt.

First one to find the skull wins a pie.

I don't even like pie.

Got it.

No pies for Lily in the apocalypse.

The main thing I'm worried about is getting bug bites.

They make my skin go all blotchy.

There's far worse than blotches waiting for you out there.

The natives,

they used to say those woods

are where the hollow chest hunts.

Yeah. Yeah.

Every town has their camp fire stories.

Yeah, and you'd be sitting eating all the marshmallows.

- Hey! - Hey, yo!

We'll be cautious.

Thanks for the advice.

Caution won't save you.

Did you find a bathroom yet?

It's the woods.

It's mankind's bathroom.

What about womankind?

Guess we'll die of smoke inhalation

before breakfast.

It was damp and wet last night.

Flint and steel. Not my fault.

They have these things now.

They're called lighters.

And they're five quid from a petrol station.

Next year, you can bring the survival gear

and you better not be filming this for TikTok.

Don't worry, I have enough followers.

Silly wind chimes.

Oh, Jesus!

Let's go.

All right, let me put it away first.

Here we go guys.

Home sweet home.

It's terrific isn't it?

So marked by blood.

Some Google review that.

Five star for ambience.

Zero for customer service.

He's probably just drunk, Ryan.

Leave him alone.

And we are live.

First surviving breakfast,

then a doomsday prophecy.

Oi, delete that.

I don't want my face next to doomsday.

Don't worry.

The Hollow Chest man only comes with filler.

Enough!

He was just local color.

Every town has a story.

We don't mock people for it.

Local color? Geezer looked like he just come

straight from a horror movie.

He didn't blink

At all.

Well, maybe he's a vampire.

That would explain his whole marked in blood aesthetic.

Vampires, witches, hollow chest.

Oh, my God. I really don't care.

As long as there's signal up there.

Only 'cause you'd live stream a massacre.

Hey guys, welcome back to the channel.

Follow and like.

Oh, there goes my spleen.

And here we have a Ryanus Dematicus

hamming up for his imaginary fan club.

All right, enough!

We hike, we come back, we eat lunch.

That's it.

Yeah. Sounds like a plan dad.

Unless the Hollow Man gets us!

Ryan!

Stop it!

Right then, scenic loop.

Four miles.

If we keep a steady pace, then we'll be back by noon.

Lunch in town.

Lily,

did you take your pills this morning?

Yes, dad, with the hot orange juice.

Oh, thank God!

Iron deficiency diverted.

Right, please.

Can we get going before I get cabin fever?

Breaking news? Claire Willoughby.

Oh, my God! Shut up!

If you film me again, I swear to God,

I'm gonna shove that phone where the sun don't shine.

Where's that? Wales?

Come on, let's go.

Hey, you okay?

Yeah, just...

Do you see how the light makes the leaves look silver?

Yeah. Silver forest.

I like it.

Do you smell that?

That smells weird like,

like metal.

I mean better than wearing socks.

Come on.

Bloody hell, come on girls.

Let's not make this any longer than it has to be.

Listen, I know this isn't everyone's

ideal way to spend a Saturday,

but I think the therapist was right.

We need to spend more time together

away from screens.

Ooh. Right? Yeah.

And she also said that we should be honest

and talk about our feelings.

Shall I start?

Honesty! A lecture on honesty

from the girl who won't post without a filter.

- All right! Enough. - Ironic.

Look, this is my first day off in two weeks.

I just wanna spend it with my kids.

Not refereeing.

Do you think we can manage that?

- Fine. - Yeah, Dad.

Do you guys think the air smells like metal?

What?

It's the iron deposits.

It's the same mineral

that's in the hemoglobin in your blood.

Is that why blood tastes like pennies?

Yeah, exactly.

The heart pumps the blood through 60,000 miles of vessels.

So every beat, every breath surging through you.

Here we go, dad's on lecture mode again.

You know, ancient civilizations

believed the heart was more than just a muscle.

The Egyptians believed it was where your spirit lived.

The ancient Greeks believed that

it was where your soul hid.

Even the Chinese thought it was where your mind was kept.

And in scripture,

they believed it was the center of who you are.

You don't believe that, do you?

No.

I think it's a machine.

Four chambers opening and closing.

Blood rushing like tides.

But when you hold one in your hands