Dead Meat (2004)

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Go on back to bed.

Go on.

And in further news...

we have evidence

linking a farmer...

who has admitted breaking

waste and feeding laws...

to the farm that started

the bovine epidemic.

Feeding dead animal remains

to cattle...

is a known source

of infection.

The Ministry of Agriculture

said today...

that tougher controls will be...

God, it's beautiful here.

Just think, if you'd actually

read the map correctly...

we'd never even ended up here.

Are we nearly there?

Yes, we're nearly there,

as I said.

It'll be half an hour,

we'll be at the hotel.

- You can get out

and stretch your legs.

- It's botched.

- What?

- It's botched.

- sh*t.

Jeez, that brake.

That wasn't working very well.

God, this old car.

An old bang-ner.

How to say it?

Banger?

- Banger.

- Banger, yeah.

The new ones were contraband.

You mean, like my car.

Yes, actually,

that's exactly what I mean.

Bangers are lovely.

Got lots of character.

Like yours?

Exactly.

It's a sign of good taste.

Open the glove compartment.

What am I looking for?

A little blue box.

That's the one.

Is this for me?

It's for you.

Go on, open it.

Oh, my God.

Martin, this is beautiful.

Well, go on.

Put it on.

I'd say it was expensive.

Was it?

Yes, it was expensive.

Let's have a look.

I love it.

You look beautiful.

Ok, come here.

- Jesus Christ!

- Oh, my God!

Oh, gross.

Oh, god.

Oh, Martin.

Oh, God, Martin.

What do you do?

Christ.

Is he dead?

- Yes.

- Oh, God.

His pulse just stopped.

We'll have to

take him with us.

I'm gonna put

a blanket down first.

Martin.

- What?

- There is a cottage over there.

- What?

- Well, we can take him there.

Come on.

Jesus Christ.

- Oh, my God.

- Just shut up.

Now, 1, 2, 3.

Ok, slowly.

sh*t.

g*dd*mn it, get off me!

Get in the car.

Oh, God, Martin,

that's disgusting.

Get in the car.

Jesus Christ!

Jesus Christ!

Martin, what are you doing?

I'm gonna f*cking k*ll him

is what I'm gonna do.

Martin, what are you doing?

I'm getting out of here.

Come on.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

We need to get out of here.

- Come on, come on.

- Hold on.

Please look at this.

What? Is it bad?

No, it's just a scratch.

Just take this tissue.

Oh, good.

Oh, God.

Come on, Martin, come on.

- Let's go to the cottage.

- Hold on just for a sec.

Oh, my God.

Sorry.

Jesus, you're f*cked.

Oh, my God.

Lena.

Oh, God.

Great.

Oh, God.

Listen, I can't move, ok?

Go up to the cottage,

get some help...

bring them down here...

preferably in a car...

and take me to a hospital, ok?

Please.

Oh, no, you can

go with me, Martin.

Come on, come on.

Helena, will you go

to the cottage...

and get some help?

Now.

Before we end up with

two dead bodies down here.

Please!

Helena.

What?

Just go on.

Hello?

Hello?

Martin?

Martin?

Thank God you're here.

Oh, my God, Martin,

what are you doing?

Here, I'll give you a hand.

What happened to you?

I was attacked.

Were you bitten?

- No.

- Good.

Which way is to

the nearest town?

I need to get to a telephone.

The nearest town's

not for miles.

Be nighttime

before you got there, anyway.

I wouldn't fancy

being out here at nighttime.

Not now.

I need to call for help.

You're wasting your time.

I mean, there's more to this

than just your problem.

From what I've seen

this morning...

half the countryside's

been attacked.

Those things are everywhere.

We could hide out

at my cottage...

until we can figure out

a way to raise some help.

Look, I'm not from around here.

Do you have any idea

what's going on?

That's a good question.

Well, there was reports

of an infection spreading...

around here.

I saw it on the TV,

there, a few days ago.

Apparently some farmer...

was feeding dead animal remains

to his cattle.

After a few days,

the tables turned...

and the herds started

attacking each other.

In some cases,

the farmers, as well.

Then the government came in

and wiped out all the herds.

That's why you won't see a cow

around here for miles.

That's probably got something

to do with it, I think.

Jesus.

We better make a move.

So, where is this cottage

of yours?

About 21/2 miles away.

Up the road, through a gate,

and straight on.

That's the quickest way.

Come on.

Are you coming?

Do you know how many

have been infected?

I'm not sure.

Must be spreading quickly,

though.

I came across about 4 or 5

of them before I ran into you.

I'm Desmond, by the way.

Helena.

I'm the local gravedigger.

Never leave the gate open.

We crashed into somebody

on the road.

And that person bite him.

And when I went

to get some help...

And the next thing is,

he was trying to k*ll me.

This is place is known as

The Valley of The Hanging Trees.

One farmer who was here

in the 17th century...

hanged 50 women and children.

I'd really... I mean...

I don't want to be bad with you

or anything like that.

But the countryside is just

not my thing, you know?

Oh, now, that's not fair.

Wait for me.

Run. Now.

What?

Helena!

Come here!

Helena!

This is Fenham Abbey.

Actually, Cromwell was...

Never mind.

Desmond, they're coming... quick!

Yeah, yeah, just a sec.

Come on!

Yeah, yeah.

Come on, quick!

sh*t!

Open the door!

There's more of them coming.

Let's go.

That wasn't bad, huh?

Not bad.

But you lack finesse.

Here, take this. Quick.

f*cking dead f*ck.

They cannot win.

Wait.

Hold on one sec.

Desmond!

Des! What the hell

are you doing?

Desmond! Are you crazy?

Come here! Des!

What?

What do you think you're doing?

They don't care.

I'm not going that way.

You must be crazy.

You're gonna have to...

because we've got to get

to my house now.

One mile that way. That's it.

What about if we go over

that hill there?

And walk through

a dark forest like that?

No way. One mile straight

on there to my house.

10 seconds to get by

these f*ck here. Grand.

Come on.

No place like home, huh?

No place like home.

So, this is your place?

Yeah.

Hold on there.

Die, b*tch.

I'm not gonna hurt you!

Wait.

You're ok. Don't worry.

You're ok.

Oh, God.

I think we scared

the shite out of her.

Look at her.

What happened to you?

They hurt my dad real bad.

I think they k*lled him.

Oh, Jeez.

And...

Oh, you poor pet.

That's ok. Don't worry.

That's ok.

I didn't meant to.

I know that.

You're ok now. Come with us.

Desmond?

What?

Oh, there's a Jeep over there.

We can get a lift.

Hello?

Get back! Leave off!

Are you going to next town?

f*cking back!

What do you want?

- Desmond!

- What do you want?

Just a lift to the next town.

What are you doing?

Why should I give you a lift?

Well, because I want to

get out of here...

and you have a car and I don't.

And so I should just give you

a f*cking lift, is that it?

We all have to f*cking

get out of here.

Doesn't mean

I'm f*cking taking you.

Well, you have to help us.

I don't have to do

anything of the sort.

Now, f*ck off!

Hiya.

Hello.

How you doing?

I've been better,

to be honest now.

Seen better days.

Did you see her?

She's covered in f*cking blood.

Well, of course,

because she's been fighting.

Because these things

are following us.

- Were you bitten?

- No, I wasn't.

- Were you bitten?

- No.

Where are you coming out of?

Over a field, 21/2 miles.

Going back to my house.

Listen, I know yourself.

I was thinking the same

this morning.

Trust no one.

You're gonna have to.

I don't know who's alive.

I don't know who's dead.

You're the first half-normal

person we've come across.

That's the Moriarty house...

and you're saying

it's your house?

Yeah.

Pat Moriarty's son?

That's right.

Yeah, I know you.

You're his son Desi.

Who are you?

I'm Cathal Cheunt.

You're the... you're the coach?

That's right.

You would've coached me

about 6 years ago.

Ah, yes, for about 2 weeks.

Yeah, you were shy.

That's right.

How are you doing? Are you well?

I'm hanging in there.

After the morning I've had,

I'm hanging in there.

And I know it. I know it. Huh?

Will you give us a lift now?

I'm having a little bit

of trouble with the van.

I've only got a kick-start.

Can give you a lift then.

Francie?

She's turned.

Quick! Desmond!

She's grand. Moriarty.

Do you remember Pat?

Pat Moriarty?

This is his son, Desi.

Bit of a f*cking eejit

by the looks of it.

We'll give him a lift.

I'm very sorry, Francie.

- Desi.

- How are you?

What's your name?

Lisa.

How are you, Lisa?

And what's your name?

Helena.

Hello.

Sorry, Francie. Helena.

You getting in...

or you're gonna stand there

with your asses hanging out?

You can find your own way.

Be glad of it.

- Excuse me.

- Jesus Christ. Hello.

Can we get a move on here?

We have to wait

for the car to be fixed.

Oh, yeah. We have to

wait here, don't we?

Well, you can f*ck off,

if you like.

You can f*ck off yourself.

Jeez.

Are we ready to rock and roll?

Are you ok, Lisa?

- Yeah.

- Good.

She's going.

Grand. Now I'm f*cking

lazy, huh?

Is there something wrong

with that one back there?

There's something

not f*cking right about it.

There's something wrong

with that one.

We'll have to watch it.

How 'bout we take that chip

off your f*cking shoulder?

You hear me?

Keep your eye out now, Francie.

We're on an open road.

It's the gorse bushes.

You want to watch

the gorse bushes.

Part of the gorse, yeah.

They'll be haven

from the gorse.

Safer on the road.

So, the plan with us is to get

to the next town over...

Kilfinnan.

We're after coming through now

2, maybe 3 parishes...

on the way over.

All you could see were

the ghouls.

Now, we'll have better luck

next town over.

Won't have happened there.

We're not too far now from

Mrs. Bonnie's homestead.

Do you remember

Mrs. Bonnie, Francie?

I remember Mrs. Bonnie.

Jesus Christ.

You'll know Mrs. Bonnie.

You'll be seeing

her around, I'm sure.

You'd smell her

if you didn't see her.

She'd be getting into the van.

She'd be telling you she's

only herself to look after...

and she was doing grand...

and you'd be there

with your nose closed...

for fear of the smell

of the piss off her.

Rat b*stards. Ordinarily say

they're better off dead.

You wonder what be scraping

through their heads.

When did you see the first one?

First we saw, we were out

burning heather...

in the back field

on our own place.

- Nice.

- Looked up there yonder.

Francie saw Padre O'Brien

coming towards us.

We could not have known.

It has often happened.

A strange look off him, though.

Took the head off

and burnt the thing.

I've known him now 20 years.

Wasn't a way

to think to do either.

But never a situation or

epidemic quite as serious as...

as the one we witnessed today.

Dr. Hamitill there from

Oakel Agricultural Center.

Once again, our main story:

We are receiving current reports

of widespread mayhem...

believed to be connected

to a recent outbreak...

of a mutated strain

of mad cow disease.

The following towns

have been affected:

Keshcarrigan, Kilfinnan,

Carrick-on-Shannon...

Ballinamore,

and Leitrim Village.

These areas are

to be avoided at all costs.

However, any citizens

in need of assistance...

should make their way

to the Castle Fort...

located on the outskirts

of Lobinstown.

A rescue team

will be located there...

within the next 6 to 8 hours...

to lead any non-infected

people to...

Nothing. Just static.

Just... they're knocking down.

Try the number 3 there.

Nothing on 3, either.

Kilfinnan operator's normally

at that number.

Nothing there at all.

What's on the road?

Huh?

Jesus Christ.

It's one of the ghouls.

Go on, Francie. Go on.

We'll help her. Go on.

Hang on to the back there.

- Come on, you f*ck!

- Go for him!

- Go on, Cathal.

- Speed up.

Go on now, go.

We have her.

Go on.

The sports of Ireland!

Did you f*cking see that?

Good man.

If you knew her,

you wouldn't recognize her.

I took half the jaw off of her

there with the hurl.

I can't believe

they're off the radio.

I can't work it out.

Static is all we're getting.

Static on it.

Politicians.

How is it the politicians?

They've cut us off.

Why have they cut us off?

'Cause they don't want anyone

to know what's going on.

Going on? So they've given up

on the county of Leitrim?

Now, Francie,

you're dreaming that up.

Your head's up your hole.

The light's working.

Aye, it is.

Sorry.

It's ok. It's good to know

it works, though.

It's really dark outside.

When I was a young fella,

I used to hate it.

I was terrified of the dark.

Ah, she's so lucky, isn't she?

I wish I could sleep like that.

Are you all right?

Yeah. Just tired.

Yeah. I bet you didn't expect...

this shite

this morning, did you?

I know what it's like

to be scared, though.

You know, when you're

a child, and...

I used to be scared

of going to sleep.

I used to have those horrible

nightmares every night.

Right.

So I used to spend all my nights

just reading comics.

It works, though.

Don't go to sleep. Stay sharp.

You know, I was so lucky

I bumped into you today.

I bumped into you.

Oh, you did.

I left a bruise on your arse...

the size of

a f*cking melon, I'd say.

There's nothing. It's just dead.

Helena!

Jesus Christ! Get her off!

Get her off, for f*ck's sake!

The little devil's

about to bite me.

Get her off her!

Open the f*cking door!

Get her off her!

Look at her!

Get her out!

f*ck! What's that

happening there?

The child had the ghoul

in her the whole time!

f*cking children!

Swerve it.

We're all right back there.

Swerve.

- We're stuck.

- Huh?

We're stuck.

Oh, bollocks.

Right. We'll have to

get out and push.

We're dead meat now.

Look, just get out

of the car and push.

- They're trying to k*ll us all.

- Trying to k*ll you?

What did you think it was...

a f*cking summer camp

you were at?

We're stuck. You'll have to

get out and push.

Come on. Out! Come on.

Mr. Cheunt, I say

we keep going a wee bit.

All right. Come on.

Time. Time and f*cking place.

Princess, come on.

On your count, Francie.

Go for it.

One, 2, 3.

Push.

It won't budge.

It's only gonna endanger us...

here with our asses f*cking

swung out in the wind.

It's banjaxed.

What does that mean?

f*cked.

Moriarty, how far

are we to the fort?

Lobinstown is about

5 miles that way.

How long? 5 miles... on foot.

3 hours.

3 hours in the dark?

You're talking about 5,

at least.

I'm not walking

3 hours in the dark.

I don't think we have

a choice here now.

With all those ghouls around?

Are you crazy?

I know.

I'm not moving.

I'm afraid I'm not much

of a mechanic.

I think we'll have to walk it.

We have little choice.

Come on.

Don't give me that now.

'Cause we'll go down the side...

Where was it, Desmond?

Yes, well, I'm not walking.

We have to walk.

There's no choice.

It's a rock

and a hard f*cking place.

I'm not walking anywhere.

Get your jacket on.

I'm not walking.

Come on.

Shh!

Quiet.

Oh, you folks,

we've got company.

- What?

- Oh, bollocks!

Right. We're back in the van.

Go! Get in.

Come on.

Quiet.

Get in. Come on.

Quick.

Close the door.

Lock it.

f*ck off, all of you. f*ck off!

f*ck off.

f*ck off!

They're gone.

What was that?

That was a cow.

It couldn't be.

Why not?

They're all dead.

All gone.

That's a cow.

Seems to be.

If there's cows around, it means

we're out of the county.

Which means we're away

from the mad cow disease.

We might be closer

to getting out the wee thing.

Who's gonna cart her to you?

No one's f*cking

sensing nothing.

Just stand there, eat the grass,

and sh*t it out of you.

Mad cow's

a bit different, though.

Take the f*cking throat off you.

- Is that true?

- No.

That's a lot closer.

Jesus!

Think it's gone?

Anything happening there? No.

Cathal, help!

Quick.

Go back.

What the f*ck is he doing?

Get yourself f*cking k*lled!

Come on!

The shovel.

Run!

They're not done.

More to do.

Christ!

Here, take this.

You must be freezing.

Be still.

Do you hear that?

What?

Shh.

Do you hear that?

Check it out.

I think they're sleeping.

It is only a scarecrow. Come on.

Stay where you are.

The f*cking torch is f*cked.

Oh, Christ.

No one's any batteries, no?

Oh... yeah.

Hold on a minute now...

and I'll f*cking

fetch them for you.

Just stop your smart comments.

How far are we

from this f*cking fort?

Not too far.

I say we stay put.

We build a fire.

A couple of hours downtime.

I've a grand bottle

of whiskey there.

A couple of drinks.

Soothe the f*cking nerves.

Get up in a couple of hours,

get to that fort.

You have whiskey?

I have a drop of whiskey.

That sounds nice.

Right, so. That's it.

They say every time someone

dies, a new star appears.

There are lots of stars

in the sky tonight.

She wasn't religious, you know?

I wasn't, either.

Just didn't see it, you know?

She needed some consolation

toward the end.

You made a great couple.

I met her in Dublin.

I was playing on the minor team,

and we went up...

for the All-Ireland final.

I went and broke my leg.

I was stuck in a hospital

in Dublin.

Didn't know

if I'd ever play hurling again.

She says that

was the end of the world.

Was she a nurse?

She was.

Watch out!

Everyone loves a campfire, huh?

If there's one,

there'll be more to follow.

Come on.

Are you ok, Mr. Cheunt?

- Come on.

- I'm grand. Come on.

Go on. Go on.

I think we're being watched.

There's nobody here.

Here. Do you hear that?

There's f*cking plenty here,

but not where I expect.

Run for the castle. Run!

Martin, get those gates closed!

f*ck.

It's stuck. Oh, bollocks.

f*ck.

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God.

Run! Run!

Martin, wait!

All right.

Moriarty, take the door.

All right. Stay here. Stay back.

We'll wait them out.

Stay back, Helena. Stay back.

What's up?

Come on, you c**ts, you!

f*cking come on.

Get in, you f*ck.

I'll throw you.

f*ck! Get down!

Coming after me.

Back, you c**t.

Get f*cking down.

Get f*cking back.

Stand back!

I owe you.

f*cking hell. Down!

Come on down!

That's it.

Hell! No!

f*ck!

Are you OK?

f*cking infection.

You b*stards.

That arm has to come off.

The light! The light!

I'm toast.

Oh, sh*t.

You take care of that.

Can I have the hurley, please?

Burn it! Burn it!

Des!

Des!

Help!

Stay right there.

We'll be up to get you.

Go, go.

I'm OK. I'm not infected.

Oh, my God.

I'm locked in!

Let us out of here!

Get them out of here.

Help me.

Help me, please. Please!

So you don't believe

in godless ghouls or ghosts

And you're scared of nothing

Least that's what

you always boast

Take a ride with me

Let me educate your mind

Yeah, walk with me,

and we'll see what we can find

Into the darkened forest

Where the mist is thick as blood

There lurks an evil I set free

And though it's way past supper

Well, you still smell good

And soon you're gonna be

Dead meat

You're dead meat

Dead meat

Kind of folks

you don't wanna meet

You're dead meat

And guess who's on the menu

Well, I hoped

you liked your life

'Cause now it's gone

The moon has just come up

Say good-bye

to your last thought

The hunger here

will never go away

'Cause the walking dead

have all come out to play

Soon you'll be dismembered

and shared around

And your brains will empty out

On the blood-soaked ground

Too late for doubt,

too late to even pray

You are what you eat

Or so they say

Into the darkened forest

Where the mist is thick as blood

There lurks an evil I set free

And though it's way past supper

Well, you still smell good

And soon you're gonna be

Dead meat

You're dead meat

Kind of folks

you don't wanna meet

You're dead meat

And guess who's on the menu

Dead meat

You're dead meat

Kind of folks

you don't wanna meet

You're dead meat

And guess who's on the menu