Wake Wood

Synopsis: Still grieving the death of nine-year-old Alice - their only child - at the jaws of a crazed dog, vet Patrick and pharmacist Louise relocate to the remote town of Wake Wood where they learn of a pagan ritual that will allow them three more days with Alice. The couple find the idea disturbing and exciting in equal measure, but once they agree terms with Arthur, the village's leader, a far bigger question looms - what will they do when it's time for Alice to go back?
Director(s): David Keating
Production: MPI Media Group
  1 win & 4 nominations.
Rotten Tomatoes:
90 min

- 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.


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?




[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.


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.


You all right?

- What are you doing?

- You know what I'm doing.


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.



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.


[Woman] These look like gravestones.

[Rings doorbell]

Car's there.

- I'll try and call him.

- I'll check round the back.


[Woman] Let's go home.

[Patrick] What happened?


- [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.


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]


- 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!


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.


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

and say goodbye properly.

- Would that ease your pain, hm?

- That's not funny.

If she's been dead for less than a year,

I can bring her back.

It's only for three days.

For most people it's enough.

That is ridiculous. It is nonsense.

All right. All right.

But do one thing for me, Patrick.

Before you deride my offer...

...ask your wife.

She knows.

- I told you already.

- You didn't tell me anything.

- Please, just stop this.

- Stop this? Stop what?

- What is it you think I'm doing?

- Come on, babe.

Please, come on, be straight with me.

What did you see?

What did you see?

I saw something like...


A birth... maybe.


I believe him.

Patrick, I believe what Arthur said.

If we do this, will you stay?


I just want her back.


But it's not so simple, is it?

If we have to lie, isn't it won'th it?

- What was your daughter's name?

- Alice.

Alice Hannah Daley.

Alice Hannah Daley.

- Did she prefer mornings or evenings?

- [Both] Mornings.

- Was her skin moist or dry?

- Moist.

Would she have liked

cats, cows or horses?

Horses, ponies, definitely.

- Was her hair thick or lank?

- It was fine. Wasrt it?

Quite fine.

- What time of the year was she born?

- October. 22nd.

How long has your daughter

been in the ground?

Patrick, how long has your daughter

been dead and buried?

It's been eleven months,

two weeks, two days.


This is what we can do.

Your daughter will be brought back.

Make the most of the time.

And after she'll go back to the woods.

- She's just on loan.

- Will she be normal?

Yes, quite. Her heart will beat,

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Brendan McCarthy

Brendan McCarthy is a British artist and designer who has worked for comic books, film and television. He co-wrote the film Mad Max: Fury Road. more…

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