The Ritual Page #5

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Anyone who lives here

has more to worry

about than their table being on fire.

Might be some stuff to burn up there.

Go on, Phil, you're nearest.

- What?

- Go on.

- Do you want me to come with you?

- No.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

- (CHAIR SMASHES)

- HUTCH:
Wa-hey, that's it, lad!

(LAUGHTER)

D*ckheads.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(DOOR CREAKS)

Guys, get the f*** up here right now!

What now?

Oh, sh*t.

Oh, my God.

What the f*** is that?

- That's witchcraft.

- Huh?

That's what that is,

that's witchcraft.

LUKE:
Is that meant to be a person?

PHIL:
What, with no head

and antlers for hands?

If I hear anything

coming down the stairs...

Don't. F***ing hell!

I'm going downstairs

to get that fire started.

You guys can stay up here if you want.

- Yep. Good idea.

- Come on.

LUKE:
Looked like that f***ing thing

in the tree.

HUTCH:
Could be idolising

a spirit or a deity.

Some kind of pagan or Nordic sh*t.

Like an offering or something.

Yeah, well, I almost offered up

a massive sh*t when I saw it.

- I thought they worshipped Odin.

- Well, that is Nordic.

Who knows what they're into out here?

Living here, in the middle of nowhere.

Sun goes down,

don't come up for six months.

You're bound to go f***ing mental

in the winter.

We should probably burn this place

down when we leave.

- F***ing well up for burning it down.

- (CHUCKLES)

Listen, though, I think that, um,

when we wake up tomorrow,

we should think about just going

back out the way we came.

We don't need to wilfully add

another day to the trip, do we?

- Let's just stick to the shortcut...

- My old scoutmaster used to say

"If the shortcut was a shortcut,

it would be called a route."

Why pretend you were in the Scouts?

You were never in the Scouts.

Where did I get the quote from, then?

Guys, right, we have a map,

we have a compass,

we have supplies.

So as long as we don't panic,

as long as we don't f*** ourselves

- we're gonna be absolutely okay.

- DOM:
No-one's f***ing anyone.

- Who knows? It could be a long night.

- No-one's f***ing anybody.

(CHUCKLES)

DOM:
We're in sleeping bags,

for crying out loud.

It could get messy.

I'll give any of you a grand to go

upstairs and sleep with that thing.

Absolutely no way.

- My wife would never forgive me.

- No, she wouldn't.

- Good night.

- Yeah, all right, okay.

Couple of hours, soon as it's light,

we'll get out.

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(FAINT KNOCKING)

(FAINT GROWL)

(THUNDER RUMBLES)

(THUNDER CRASHING)

(STORM STOPS)

(WHISPERS) Hutch.

(GASPS)

(BOTTLES RATTLE)

(INHALES AND EXHALES DEEPLY)

(PANTING)

(EXHALES SHARPLY)

(SCREAMS)

- (HUTCH SCREAMS AND GASPS)

- Hutch?

Hutch?

Mate, wake up.

Mate. It's okay, it's okay, it's okay.

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