The Hallow (The Woods) (The Hallow)

...the accountants who look after Ireland don't see forest like that at all.

And subsequently Greece isn't the only member of the Poor Eurozone club

to consider selling off bits of its environment to make some money.

But this would leave Ireland as the only country in the developed world

without a publicly-owned forest.

And it isn't even as though it's going to get rich out of it.

Hence the backlash we experienced today at the Free Our Trees rally.

Those parasites can show up and try but I'll tell you one thing for sure

over our dead bodies will they take our trees from us!

Yeah.

There's enough trees to keep Daddy busy until you're all grown up.

I know.

I like it, too.

A lot of them are gonna have to come down, Finn.

Yeah.

It's sad.

Alright. Let's get you back to Mom.

Iggy!

Iggy!

Hey, come on, Finnball.

Let's go and find Iggy.

Iggy!

Iggy!

Iggy!

Yeah.

What do you think of that, Finn?

Hey.

What's going on?

Don't tell Mom.

Shit!

I'm sorry, Mr. Donnelly. He's not here.

You can come in and wait if you like.

He's in the forest again, is he?

- He's trespassing. - It's his job, Mr. Donnelly.

It's dangerous for him... and the little one.

I'm sorry. I'll make sure my husband stops by your farm first thing tomorrow.

Tonight.

He comes to see me tonight.

- Christ! When did you get home? - Just got in. Can you take Finn?

- Colm is out there. Go talk to him. - No, not today.

Why? Adam, please just go, buy him a pint and hear him out.

Tried that. Still not mates.

That's the third time since we moved here. He's creeping me out.

Look, they're just words.

He's just not happy they're selling the forest, neither am I.

But I have work to do and he's gonna have to deal with it.

- I can't not do my job, now, can I? - Please, just talk to him.

Okay.

What did you find, Iggs?

Come on, darling. Come on. Hey.

Adam?

Adam! The roof's falling in.

Literally?

Yes, Adam. Five hundred years of ancient Irish sludge

are dripping all over Finn's bed.

I'll move the cot.

Can you check the attic, please?

Didn't find anything.

Everything's okay.

Probably just damp. It's an old place.

- Are you missing London? - Oh, God, no.

Me neither.

Wine. Wine.

It's like camping.

Have I ever shown you a cordycep?

Probably.

You show me lots of weird shit when you smoke weed.

It's the Trojan Horse of parasitic fungi.

Come see this.

This little beauty.

Its spores can penetrate the skull of an ant...

take control of its mind.

That's disgusting.

It's amazing.

It gets inside the nest, drops its spores over the entire colony...

creating thousands of little...

fungus...

controlled automatons.

You're so high.

Not when I found it.

I wasn't.

- I was with Finn. - Fine, fine, Doctor Attenborough.

Just don't go bringing any of those in here.

Of course you did.

Those ants really do it for you, don't they?

- I need to drain the pasta. - I know.

Is that why you're stepping on my foot?

I do. I really... I really need to get the pasta now. I do.

Don't creepy-eye me, Ant Man.

I remember you back in school.

Poor girls. Bring the pot, please?

Just baby dreams.

Okay.

Colm.

- It's okay. It's okay. - It's Colm.

Honey, it's okay. It's o...

Yeah, police.

Well, your window's definitely broke

but your frame looks intact.

I understand stuff like this can get quite unnerving

especially when it happens in the middle of the night.

But I wouldn't worry about it too much it's probably just some bird

that's dipped his beak in too many pints.

How does a bird throw a lamp?

Well...

see a shiny object through the window

flies in, gets injured, flies around the room

knocks over a lamp. Happens all the time.

- Is that right? - Yeah.

Mr. Hitchens, this isn't London. Things here go bump in the night.

Look, we've not been well received here.

- Our neighbor... - Colm?

- Colm, yes. - Not without cause.

You're aware?

Everybody is. You're making people nervous when you're out there.

- It's my job. - I know, Mr. Hitchens.

- But these people have got certain beliefs. - Beliefs?

They believe that the forest that you're trampling on belongs to the Hallow.

- The Hallow? - The good people.

Fairies, banshees, baby stealers.

You're not afraid with your Irish folklore, are you, Mr. Hitchens?

A conquered people, forever in hiding

driven from their sacred lands by man with iron and fire.

Beautifully told.

So you're a believer?

No, not me. I'm from Belfast.

Different sort of boogeyman up there.

But we're dealing with a very superstitious people around here.

Especially Mr. Donnelly.

You see, his beautiful wee daughter Cora

she wandered into the woods one day.

She never came back.

And he would have you believe that they took her.

I'm sorry.

Should have just...

gone and talked to Colm.

- Do you really think... - Or what?

A drunken bird?

Or a...

A Hallow?

He's just trying to scare us, that's all.

You should sleep.

I'll be right back.

- Where are you going? - Just gonna take some pictures.

For evidence.

Iggs?

Iggy?

Come here, Iggs.

What's wrong, Iggs?

Adam, love.

- It's noon. - Shit.

Fell asleep.

I'm gonna get the window mended.

And Colm?

Yeah. I'll see him tonight. Promise.

Gotta get out there, here you go.

We had an incident.

Police seem to think a pissed off bird mistook my house for his.

- You're the tree doctor? - Not exactly, but, yeah.

If you trespass upon them...

- they'll trespass upon you. - Is that right?

Look, I'll fix this

but if your wife doesn't put the iron back up there's really no point.

You don't listen.

You think I'm crazy?

Please. Plea...

Come on, Finn. We're almost home.

Here we go.

Finn. Come on, buddy. It's okay.

Fuck.

Back in a minute.

Finn? Finn!

Finn?

It's alright, Finn.

Hey.

Come on. Come on.

It's alright.

Oh, my...

Come on.

Good boy.

- Claire? - In here.

- Where have you been? - I was hoofin'.

- You okay? - I tried to call you. Colm was here.

In the house?

Take Finn upstairs. Call the police.

Adam, what's going on?

- Answer me. - Just call the police.

Adam?

Do you know how to use that?

- Doesn't matter. - No, it's not right.

It's just in case.

Until the police arrive.

Stay here. Lock the door.

It's okay. It's okay.

The police are coming!

Colm.

whatever happened to your daughter...

has nothing to do with us.

Adam?

Adam?