Wake Wood

- Happy birthday, Alice.

- Hi, Dad.

We got a new patient at the back.

Your kind of dog, you know?

You can see him after school.

He's so cute. Aw!

Hey, little boy. Thanks, Dad.

- Guess which hand.

- The right one.

Yes.

A locket. I love it.

Thanks, Mum. I love you.

I love you too.

Birthday girl.

Oh, you're so silly!

And straight to school. Happy birthday!

Hi, boy. How are you?

Did Dad fix you OK?

[Barks]

[Growls]

No!

[Shop door opens]

Excuse me. Um...

Is this hypoallergenic?

- Hello there.

- [Man] Afternoon, Arthur.

- Afternoon, boss.

- You here to keep your hand in?

I would normally. The knee,

you see, not getting any better.

That's why I got a younger man in.

[Mooing]

Steady hand, see.

Just steady her there, yeah?

Ah, there we are.

[Phone rings]

[Ringing tone]

Hello. I'm sorry, I was hoping

to get something for a headache.

Sure. Come in.

Headache, was it, Miss Brogan?

- Mary. Are you all right?

- Yes, yeah.

I... I didn't see anyone else come in.

- Are you two togeth...?

- My niece. Deirdre.

- Hi.

- She's visiting.

- Looks like you need a refill.

- Right.

Yeah, thank you.

When did you do the place up?

It looks really different.

- Just recently.

- Must be nine months.

More, even, since they moved here.

Ventolin. I need to see a prescription.

I might have it here.

I do hold on to everything.

- How long are you visiting for?

- What a relief.

This expired last year.

Hey.

You all right?

- What are you doing?

- You know what I'm doing.

No!

It's like a black hole in here.

We're not just throwing

Alice's stuff away.

- No, we can't keep them.

- D'you not understand?

I'm not... I'm not ready.

You'd forget her if you could.

What can I do?

You can let me go.

It's not you, Patrick.

It's not because of you.

You know what?

All I want is for you to be OK.

Drive me to the station.

[Thunder]

[Clunking]

What is it?

[Engine fails]

[Engine fails to start]

We'll get some help at Arthur's place.

He'll know a mechanic.

[Distant clunking]

Listen. It's there when the wind dies.

- What is this place?

- I don't know.

Brilliant.

[Woman] These look like gravestones.

[Rings doorbell]

Car's there.

- I'll try and call him.

- I'll check round the back.

[Clunking]

[Woman] Let's go home.

[Patrick] What happened?

Louise.

- [Patrick] Talk to me, will you?

- Look, I just wanna go to bed.

Louise, Patrick.

Arthur, what are you doing here?

I just wanted to make sure that

everything's all right with you both.

- What do you mean?

- Well, is it?

[Patrick] Our car broke down

in the middle of nowhere.

We walked to your place,

couldn't raise you.

What is this, Arthur?

You just let yourself into our home?

[Arthur chuckles]

Country habits, I suppose.

You say you came to my place.

Well, that would make sense.

- What the hell is this?

- All right, I'm going.

[Groans]

You're doing a great job here, Patrick.

We're so glad you chose Wakewood

and hope you've found solace here.

[Patrick] Yeah, we're fine.

And how about you, Louise?

Is everything all right with you?

[Engine starts]

[Gasping breaths]

Deirdre?

- Are you...

- There you are, my pet.

- I'm going home today.

- Is she OK?

Fine, thanks.

- Now...

- [Deirdre] I can't wait to go back.

I know, lovely. It's gone so fast.

Um, uh...

There. For the sunglasses.

Come on, darlir.

[Clunking wood]

Alice has a lovely voice.

- Tell me my daughter's name.

- I don't know.

- Tell me. Tell me my daughter's name.

- I don't know, truly.

Her name was Alice.

Now, how did you niece know that?

What goes on in Wakewood

is not for everyone.

And what goes on?

Please, make another baby to love.

I can't.

I know how you feel.

No, I don't think you do.

Deirdre's not your niece.

So, then, tell me.

You want to get your daughter back,

don't you?

Is that possible?

[Phone rings]

I can't say, and that's the truth.

[Ringing continues]

- Hello.

- [Patrick] Hey.

I've gotta go over to O'Shea's.

Can you help?

- I can't.

- Pick you up at ten?

- [Mooing]

- [O'Shea] Go on, go on. Get in there.

Go on, get in there.

Go on, get up there.

- That's a b*tch of a fever he's got.

- Yeah, he has all right.

I'll give him a shot.

Can you prep 35 mil?

And maybe get

an anti-inflammatory as well.

[O'Shea] Go on, get up.

Get up here! Go on. Get up there!

- [Patrick] Move up. Move him up.

- [O'Shea] Go up there.

- Go on, get up. Get up, get up!

- [O'Shea's son] He won't move, Da.

[O'Shea] Come on!

[Son] Come on!

- What are you doing?

- Let me see.

- Shush, woman!

- I'll try and get him where he is.

Keep still.

We're gonna have to get him

up to the restraint. Go on! Go on!

- Bad idea, Mick.

- Don't be upsetting yourself.

- [Patrick] Get out of there, Mick!

- Come on! Come on!

- Come on!

- [Son] Da, please! Da, please.

[Patrick] Get out of there! Pull him up!

Pull him up! Pull him up!

Open the front gate!

[Louise] I can't! It's stuck! Push it!

Da! Da!

Da.

You did everything possible.

I think you'd better find someone else

to run the practice.

We're leaving Wakewood.

It's been a shock to you.

We'll talk tomorrow.

Arthur.

We're not staying.

Tell me about your daughter.

- This isn't the time.

- I think it is the time.

- Arthur...

- Listen to me.

Listen to me.

I can bring your daughter back to life

for a short time,

so you can see her, hold her again

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