You were right.
This is definitely better than being at work.
One thing you didn't warn us about though...
- Bloody midges. - You big girl's blouse!
Anyway, now that you've mentioned work
and seeing as I bullied you to come all the way out here to celebrate the fact...
Here.
Congratulations.
No knight should be without his sword.
I don't know what to say.
What, my writer lost for words?
It's perfect.
Yeah, and it's also solid silver so don't lose it!
(Unzipping continues)
(Heavy breathing)
(Growling)
(They whimper)
(She screams)
(Growling)
(Howling)
(Dog barking)
(Strong, rhythmic music)
(Dog barks)
Nice try, private Cooper.
You've evaded capture for 22 hours...
(Music stops)
And 47 minutes.
Go straight to the head of the class.
Of course, the real trick to survival lies not in running and hiding...
But in removing your enemy's capacity to hunt you down.
Here. Shoot the dog.
I'm sorry, sir, what?
Take the weapon and use it.
During the selection process, you are under my command.
That's a direct order, Cooper.
You're taking the piss, right?
He thinks I am pulling his leg. Do I look like a sodding comedian, shitwipe?
- No, sir! - (Dog barks)
I still won't do it.
You don't have a choice. Finish the job. Shoot the dog.
- Shoot it! - No, sir!
What use are you to my team
if you can't even kill a dog?
I didn't say I couldn't kill a dog, sir.
I just will not kill that dog for no reason.
You're binned, Cooper.
I don't need a man of conscience.
- You're failing me for this? - You failed yourself!
We're on a different level here, Cooper.
For that I need men of action...
Not deeds.
- (Gunshot) - No!
You sick fucking bastard!
It's just a dog. That's all.
Maybe one day when that's sunk into your thick skull...
You'll be ready for us.
Until then, you live and learn.
Yeah, but you don't.
I don't do second chances, Cooper.
And I never forget.
Rtu this pathetic piece of shit.
Send him back to his squad.
(Uplifting, rhythmic music)
(Music fades)
I want a good, clean dispersal. I want a secure landing zone.
Go, go, go, go, go!
(Helicopter blades thudding)
Joe, get out of the pissing chopper!
I'm not missing the footy for this, it's totally bone!
I'm not going, sarge. I'm not going!
Cooper...
I want a position and bearing. I want to be on the move in three minutes.
- On it, sarge. - Spoon, Terry, you're on stag.
Joe, for fuck's sake...
Get off your big, fat, lardy arse and make like a soldier!
Right then.
- Time sync. - (Plane roars overhead)
I've got zero-seven-thirty coming up in...
- Three, two, one, check. - Oh, bollocks, I don't believe this!
What is it now, Witherspoon?
I've left my watch at the barracks, sarge.
You want to take a breather every once in a while, son, you'll live longer.
Nice work, spoon, you tosser.
Took the words right out of my mouth.
And you'll be taking my boot out your mouth in a minute, Joe, you baldy twat!
- Pissing hell! - Close shave, eh, Joe?
Oh, this shite is totally bone!
The most important football match of my life is playing tonight
and I'm stuck up the backside of beyond without so much as a six-pack or a telly!
Yeah, well, that's the army for you.
Hey, it's england v Germany, man.
Full-on footy war!
Yeah, well, it's nothing like this at all then, is it Joe?
It's just an exercise. Hardly life or death.
Don't bet on it, Joe, you're fucking slaying me!
If you'd paid any attention at all during the briefing, kirkley,
you'd know who we were up against on this harmless little exercise, wouldn't you?
- And who's that then? - Special forces, you plonker!
Bollocks to 'em!
All right, all right. Now listen up, I'm gonna make this quick and to the point
because, just like you, all I wanna do is get home,
jump into a warm bed with a nice hot woman and watch the footy!
Planning on scoring, sarge?
Yeah, well, mind you don't foul her in the penalty box.
All right, button it, private parts!
Now, as of this moment, as far as we're concerned, we are 50k behind enemy lines.
Now, if we do happen to make a contact...
I expect nothing less than gratuitous violence from the lot of you.
Because we're firing blanks it doesn't mean we have to be thinking nice thoughts.
So you remember you put the fire down, right?
You get stuck in and you kick their fucking teeth out or I guarantee you, Joe,
they will be having your bollocks for breakfast, sunshine!
- Hard-boiled or fried, sarge? - Scrambled.
Here you are, spoonie.
Oh, smart. Because it's nice and new and shiny doesn't mean it's worth shit.
Remember I want that back, son.
What about you, sarge?
Well, I'll count, won't I?
Right then, Coop, what we got?
We're here. The front line is here.
Awacs reports enemy positions here, here and here.
With sweeping patrols between each of these forward bunkers
they'll have the whole sector wrapped tighter than an eskimo's nad sack.
With one exception.
Right here. A river crosses the line through a gorge 30 or 40 feet deep
and it's certain to have a patrol on it, but if we go at night,
tread careful and don't mind getting our feet wet,
I reckon we can make it through.
What the fuck is all this about then?
With my luck lately, I need all the help I can get.
Hey, listen to me. I know you think it was a piss poor call,
you failing selection and all of that, but I gotta say, I'm not sorry.
The squad would be a lot worse off without you, mate.
It was something I had to do, you know.
For myself, get it out my system.
Listen, the only people who go looking for trouble are kamikazes, glory boys
and full-on fucking fuckwits!
Take my advice, son, be patient.
Right then, ladies...
Pack up your troubles, put your brains in first gear and start tabbing!
Spoonie, you're on point. Terry, Joe, tail-end Charlies.
Over here, Cooper, on my head.
You twatter!
I can't believe I'm missing the footy for this party!
Joe, if you don't shut up,
I swear to god I'm gonna fucking slot you myself! Now, move!
Didn't say a word, sarge.
Where the hell are we now?
(Dramatic orchestral music)
I heard a cracking story about this place.
You what?
People disappear out here. Happens all the time.
Go on, Cooper, lad, give it some bollocks.
It's true. Just last month a young couple were hiking through these woods.
- They set up camp somewhere near here. - (Music fades)
During the night, something happened.
A mountain rescue team found the remains of the camp a couple of days later.
The tent was ripped to shreds and there was blood everywhere.
The papers said it was a monster like the beast of bodmin moor.
Locals claimed it was an escaped lunatic.
But no one's been caught so nothing can be proved either way.
Every year more and more people come through here
and every once in a while they don't come back.
No trace, no bodies. Just disappear.
And never seen again.
(They groan)
(Laughter)
(Whistling football chant)
(Whistling fades)
Contact camp.
Tell them the flock is heading for the fold.
Broadsword to base.
Come on then, Bruce, what scares you?
The self-destructive nature of the human condition.
You're just taking the piss now!
What, you think so?
What about you then, spoon?
Castration.
There's no argument there. Joe?
Only one thing guaranteed to put the shits up me.
A penalty shoot-out.
Figures. Terry?
Watching a penalty shoot-out.
With Joe.
- What about you, Coop? - Spiders.
And women.
And...
- Spiderwomen. - (They laugh)
I want to know what scares the sarge.
Piss off, man, nothing scares the sarge.
Oh, I don't know about that.
Well, the thought of never seeing my wife again scares the shit out of me.
That and those little things that make your skin crawl...
And the hairs stand up on the back of your neck.
You mean like spoon?
No, there's one thing, actually, in particular
that I'll remember till the day that I die.
Yeah, it was back in '91, just before my unit was flown out to Kuwait
to mop up the last pockets of resistance.
Me and this young fella called Eddie oswald decided to go and get a tattoo done
to commemorate our first trip into the desert.
Yeah, I remember Eddie.
He was a stocky hard case with a broken nose and a bong eye, yeah?
Yeah, that's him. Good-looking fella. Big hit with the ladies.
Anyway, me and Eddie, we went and had a few drinks, we had a lot of drinks.
Then we went down to the tattoo parlour and I got a desert rat done
and Eddie being Eddie wanted something with a bit more meaning.
And being a bit of a believer,
he said that his soul still belonged to god
but his flesh, well, his flesh was way beyond redemption
and it was up to Satan to save his skin.
So he got this fucking great laughing devil tattooed right on his arse.
(They laugh)
About six days later we were making a regular sweep along the Iraqi border.
And Eddie...
Poor fucker, triggered an anti-tank mine.
Yeah. We all saw it happen. I mean, he was on point.
White blinding lightning flash and a fucking deafening crack.
And by the time we'd picked ourselves up off the deck, Eddie was...
He was gone.
Just bits and pieces of him.
That's all that remained. This big fucking red circle, 100 metres.
(Low, gentle music)
I'll tell you something, lads, it really puts things in perspective
when you have to scoop your mate up with a shovel and stick him in a bin-bag.
Anyway, the thing that... Really did our nuts in that day
was when you...
Came across a bit you recognised.
Bit of ear, toe, a nose, a tooth.
But the thing that really freaked us out that day
was when left hand Charlie found the bit of Eddie with the tattoo on.
I mean everything else was burnt to a crisp, covered in claret.
All mushed up, pulped up.
Not this bit. This bit was perfect.
And there's old Nick chortling his fucking arsehole off at us!
So you could say that Eddie was right,
that Satan did indeed save his skin, just not all of it.
Or you could say that Eddie was just unlucky.
Either way...
It taught me to keep a very open mind.
Boom boom.
(Music stops)
Anyway...
Eddie oswald.
- To Eddie. - To Eddie.
So, anyway, this bloke walks into a pub, right, with a little dog under his arm.
He puts it down on the bar, goes and sits down.
The bartender's looking at him thinking, "what the fucking hell's going on here?"
Then he looks back at the dog and, to his surprise, the dog turns round and says...
It's a fucking cow!
Fucking hell!
- (He fires) - Cease fire, Terry, cease fire.
Terry, what the hell are you doing?
- You're firing blanks, man! - Is everyone all right? Everyone ok?
No, man, I think I've shit myself!
- Is it dead? - Oh, yeah, it's dead all right.
Christ, look at the state of it!
Sod that, man, look at the state of Terry.
These aren't entry wounds. More like teeth marks.
What you saying, Cooper?
What he's saying, Terry, is it died of natural causes, mate.
Don't you think we should call this in, sarge?
Aye, get on the radio, Bruce.
Now there's no way I'm about to break radio silence
cos you lot got spooked by a dead flying fucking cow!
No, we hold this position. We keep it secure till the morning...
Then we reassess the situation.
Right, I want a watch posted. Two on, four off. Brucie, spoon, you're up first.
Cooper and I will relieve you at zero one hundred hours.
And in the meantime, Terry, sort your kit out.
The rest of you get your heads down.
Unbelievable!
(Dark, sinister music)
(Heart beats)
- (Heart beats) - (Bird cries)
- (Heart beats) - (Heavy panting)
(Growling)
(Dramatic chord, then music stops)
Sarge?
Cow came in from this direction, straight off the edge.
Out of the frying pan on to the fire.
Bleeding to death, it could have wandered around for miles before it got here.
Yeah, well, it's good of it to leave some breadcrumbs for us to follow, eh?
- Looking for trouble? - No, Cooper, just looking.
Sarge, shouldn't we just report this when we get back?
Too fucking right, Terry, but in the meantime, I'm curious and it's on the way.
Come on, lads.
(Rhythmic music)
Natural causes, my arse.
(Flare gun thuds)
Oh, now what?
(Music becomes darker)
(Sinister music continues)
(Flies buzzing)
Christ on a bike!
What the fucking hell happened here, sarge?
This is getting more bone by the minute.
Oh, Jesus Christ, sarge!
All right, lads.
Get a grip.
We've got casualties to locate.
So ditch your bergens,
salvage whatever weapons you can find and stand to.
We are now up against live hostile targets.
So if little red riding hood should show up with a bazooka and a bad attitude,
I expect you to chin the bitch.
Looks like they got hit hard and fast.
Every magazine is full. Nobody got off a single round.
If they lost, then where are the bodies?
Yeah. All right, corporal, get on the net and call in.
I want emergency airlift immediately.
I'm on it.
- (Yelling) - Holy shit!
- Contact! - Contact!
Help me.
Captain!
Ryan?
What happened here?
Sarge: Do not tell me you fucking know him?
Captain Ryan. Special ops.
Not the fucking dog lover?
Spearhead patrol, this is spearhead patrol. Are you receiving?
He looks like he took on Jack the ripper and came last.
I can patch him up but he needs a medic right now.
This is emergency code 64.
You've gotta get me out of here! Do you understand?
There was only supposed to be one.
We're working on it, captain!
- Sarge. - Not now, spoon.
Are you receiving?
(He groans)
- Shit! - What's wrong, Bruce?
I can't find a signal.
Didn't you check it?
Of course I checked it and I double checked it and it worked fine.
All right, Bruce, stay on it, see what you can do.
Terry, this team must have had their own come kit.
Have a look round, see if you can find it. Go!
- Sarge... - Spoon, have a shufti round the camp.
See if you can find anything else useful.
- Yeah, but... - Not now, spoon!
This is spearhead patrol. Are you receiving me?
(Static buzzing)
There was only supposed to be one!
Jesus!
Charnel house is compromised to fuck!
- Do you copy? - What the hell's he doing here?
All I know is he's special forces
but if this is part of our exercise, they're not advertising.
- Bruce: We're three men down... - No cap badge, no insignia, just tags.
What, you mean it's some kind of convert action?
Convert action or not, they're packing all kind of weird shit.
- Tranquilliser darts, nets, you name it. - Spearhead patrol calling division hq.
This is less like a special ops mission, more like a fucking safari.
Sarge... I found their radio.
Oh shit! I don't believe it!
There was only supposed to be one.
- What's he on about, sarge? - Terry, get back on stag now.
You... you've got to get me out of here before they come back.
Who, captain? Who is going to come back?
They tore them to pieces
- in front of my eyes! - This is spearhead patrol...
He's off on one, sarge!
If we don't get him somewhere warm soon, he's gonna die of hypothermia!
Stay with me, captain. Ryan, stay with me!
- Sarge? - Not now, spoon!
I don't know if you care but in about half an hour it's gonna be dark.
Bruce: Does anybody copy?
Any joy?
Fuses are blown.
Can you fix it?
Well, maybe it was faulty or maybe some damp got in the casing,
but it's fried the circuits.
Well?
It's useless, mate. Bin it.
I also found this.
It was attached inside.
Not part of the radio. Looks like a transmitter.
Why would they put a bug in our radio?
It's the kobayashi maru test.
They've fixed it so we can't fucking win!
Button it, spoon!
No, Terry, it's probably some joker didn't want Joe to hear the footy results.
Laugh? I nearly shat!
Can we scrounge anything useful?
Weapons, ammunition, couple of magnesium flares.
That's about it. The rest is fucked.
Right, lads, ditch your 80s.
From here on in the exercise is well and truly over.
Anyone not carrying live rounds had better do so.
Bruce.
It won't make any difference.
They won't die.
Yeah, well... this gives me better peace of mind, sir.
You want peace of mind?
Run for your lives before they tear your legs from under you.
Now you just shut up like a good gentleman.
You are scaring my lads.
- (Howling) - What the fuck...?
Christ!
- (Growling) - Oh, shit!
All right, lads.
Grab what you can. Head for the tree line. We're moving. Let's go.
(He groans)
(Fast rhythmic music)
Right, I need a volunteer for rear-guard action.
- I'll do it. - Nice one.
When we're clear, you fall back.
We're gonna be there to cover you.
Right, off you go.
Bruce...
No heroics.
Right, spoonie, you're on point.
Joe, help Ryan. Terry, you're up next.
Coop, you're with me.
Right, lads, let's have it through the long grass! Double time!
Come on, sunshine, fucking shift it!
(Music builds)
(Music fades)
(Howling)
(He breath es heavily)
(Dramatic music begins)
(Low growling)
(Music builds)
Come on!
Shit!
(Music builds)
(Music fades) (He groans)
(He gurgles)
(Werewolf roars)
(Growling)
Bruce.
Bruce!
(Growling)
Jesus!
(Werewolf whimpers)
Cooper, get out of it!
Jesus, I'm binned, mate.
You said no heroics, you bloody hypocrite.
Where's Bruce?
He's all over there. They fucking tore him apart.
You piss off. That is an order!
Incoming!
Fuck off!
You can take your orders and shove 'em up your arse.
Oh, Jesus!
- My guts are out, Coop. - Well, we'll just put 'em back in again.
(He screams)
- They're not gonna fucking fit. - Course they'll fit, man.
- Here. - (He screams)
Come on, come on.
Come on.
Cooper: Coming up on both rear flanks!
(Sarge groaning)
- My gut! - Come on.
- (Growling) - Terry: To your rear!
Sarge: Target!
(Dramatic rhythmic music)
- Cooper: Coming through. - Spoon: Target!
Cooper: Keep moving!
- Covering fire! - They're going for a flanking position!
They're circling us!
Covering fire!
Coming through!
Target!
Reload!
Sarge: Fucking get out!
- Cooper: Just fucking leg it! - Sarge: Target!
Lads!
On me! On me!
- Stop! - (Brakes squ eal)
Get in!
- Cooper: Everybody on me! - Megan: Hurry!
Spoon: Company, fire!
In! In! In!
Safety!
Oh, shit!
(Growling and scraping)
Just drive!
- ._ now! - I'm trying!
Fucking floor it!
Joe, stab it!
Try reverse.
Stab it, Joe!
Now forward.
- (Music stops) - (Howling)
Cooper: Everybody ok back there?
Any more casualties? Spoon?
No, I'm all right.
What about Bruce?
- Where's Bruce? - Sarge: Bruce is gone! He's gone!
Oh, fuck it!
(Melancholy music)
Just hang on back there!
- Thank you. - That's ok. What happened?
What happened? We were attacked by huge fucking howling things. That's what!
You were lucky I found you. I was about to give up hope.
You knew we were here?
I heard gunfire last night. I knew someone was out there.
If you weren't already in trouble, you soon would be.
We are.
Two men are down. Both need medical attention.
We need to dress the sarge's wounds before we can take him too far.
There's only one farm in this Glen, but the owners are friends.
We can take your men there.
(Music continues)
(Music becomes sinister)
Hello?
Nobody home?
I don't know where they could be.
Right.
Stand back.
Little pigs, little pigs... We've come to Nick your video!
(Rattle)
(Dog whines)
You sit. Hey! Sit. Sit.
(He laughs) You stay. Hm?
All clear.
What the fuck happened back there, Cooper?
I don't know, mate.
She might have some answers.
- All clear upstairs. - (Music fades)
Where the hell are we now?
Home sweet home.
Set him down.
Spoon, get a field dressing on that wound.
Terry, keep an eye out front.
Come on.
Shit!
What are you doing to me?
- Is there a telephone here? - What? No.
- Still hot, lads. - Wait. You can't just help yourself!
I'm chin-strap and I'm bloody starving.
I can't help myself.
It's the training, miss. Never waste an opportunity to eat.
- Come on. - See...
Now look what I'm doing.
Get it down your necks, lads.
(Sarge cries in pain)
Hold it.
Top grub. What is it?
Don't know, mate. Looks like pork.
Yeah, well, leave some for us, you greedy mongrels!
Miss, where is the nearest phone?
50 miles as the crows flies.
What about the nearest population centre?
You mean a town?
Well, fort William but it's at least a four-hour drive back the way we just came.
Do you think your wounded can make it?
We have to try as the sarge is in serious trouble if we don't.
You seem to know these roads.
- Will you take us? - Right now?
Well, unless you friends have just gone walkabout, this place may be compromised.
Fine. Sooner the better. Let's go.
Right. Spoon, on me.
Everyone else, hang back till we bring the car about.
Joe, help sarge.
Terry, watch him.
Safeties off.
(Owl hoots)
(Flare hisses)
Don't... shoot.
Don't stare back.
I can't help it.
Come on!
Cooper, have you gone spare or what?
(Loud explosion)
- Spoon: Cooper, you radgie! - Joe: That puts the kibosh on that plan.
That was my car!
(Dramatic music)
Give us a fucking hand here!
Fuckin' 'ell!
Sam, no!
Get off!
Piss off!
Oh, my god!
Stand back! Stand back!
Fuck off! Bloody hell!
Stand back.
Get the dog off me!
- No! - Get the dog off me!
God, Sam!
Shut the dog up!
Sam, come here!
What the fucking hell's happening?
Terry, right flank. Cover the window.
Oh, Christ!
- (Music stops) - (Sam barks)
(Sam whines)
That's bloody charming, that is.
You incompetent moron!
Do you want to have a fucking go, like?!
Bathroom?
Upstairs. Far end of passage.
We need to talk, Ryan.
Doesn't look like I'm going anywhere, does it?!
Joe, spoon, look like we're staying. You know what to do.
I want a secure perimeter with a clear field of fire.
But give them something inviting. Right?
- I'm on it. - Right.
Terry, are you ok?
I've got a real craving for a kebab.
I'll take that as a yes.
Right, we've got limited ammunition.
I want you to get as many pots and pans as you can lay your hands on,
fill them with water and keep them on the boil, all right?
Terry...
While you're at it, stick the kettle on.
We could all do with a brew.
(Banging)
Terry...
Give us a hand with this.
(He groans)
Other side. Other side.
Ah, you fool!
You came here because of them, right?
I don't have a fucking clue what "they" are. And right now, I don't really care.
Then what are you doing here?
This was supposed to be a routine training exercise and that's all.
So this wasn't a rescue mission?
- What? - No, I guess not.
- Back door's secure. - What's happening here, spoon?
They're still moving around out there
but keeping a distance, staying within the tree line.
Maybe they've had enough for one night.
Not likely.
They're smart. You've seen what they can do.
My guess is they're doing exactly what you'd be doing in their shoes.
They're working as a team. Looking for a weakness, a way in.
I'm not about to second guess these things. They're the enemy, simple as that.
This is no ordinary enemy.
(Water trickles)
(He sighs)
You know what this reminds me of?
Rourke's drift.
100 men of harlech making a desperate stand
against 10,000 zulu warriors.
Outnumbered, surrounded, staring death in the face, not flinching for a moment.
Balls of British steel.
You're bloody loving this, aren't you?
It's totally bone.
That's all there is to say.
So what are we talking about here, wolves?
Not entirely wolf.
Nor all human, but something in between.
Wolf men? You're having a laugh, right?
I may be nuts but I'm no fruitcake!
Fine.
Stay here and drink tea!
I thought you might be here because of them, but I guess not.
Just don't be an arsehole!
I like your new girlfriend, Coop.
How are you feeling?
A touch of gas.
And the fact that various body parts are trying to vacate the premises...
Fucking awful!
Cheers.
- (Dramatic music begins) - Heads up!
For crying out loud, man!
Short controlled bursts!
Do you have a name, soldier?
Cooper.
(Music fades)
Gonna need your help here, miss.
My name is Megan.
- And I know how to kill them. - (He yells)
Shit, sarge, you're leaking like a sieve.
Look, I need you to get some superglue and some whisky, all right?
I'll see what I can do.
- Come on. - No, no, no...
Sorry about the arsehole thing. I've got a mean streak a mile across.
That's all right. It's the least of my worries right now.
Can you pass me my gun, please?
Thank you.
Come on, Coop, up the wooden hill.
Where are we going, Coop?
You don't wanna know, mate. You don't wanna know.
(Rhythmic music)
(Music fades)
(Heart beats)
(Growling)
What's the glue for?
Ever wondered why the best thing that superglue sticks together
is your fingers?
- Fucking get off! - Give it. Give it.
Forget your grandma's China cups.
This stuff was developed for the Vietnam war to patch up broken soldiers.
How are you feeling, sarge?
Absolutely fucking top fucking bollocks!
Give us it, give, give!
Are you sure he should be chasing painkillers with whisky?
Yeah, well, he's earned it.
Ah, is it your birthday, Coop?
- No, mate. - Is it my birthday? Ha-hay!
No, but you're gonna thank us for this in the morning.
I'll tell you something, mate, I'm gonna fucking thank you right now.
I'm gonna thank you because you saved my life. You got me out of there, mate.
Yeah, well, you would have done the same thing.
If I'd done the same fucking thing, I would have saved Bruce, wouldn't I?
Yeah, fuck!
(He continues to yell)
Agh!
Fucking stop!
- (Sarge yells) - Sh...
Agh, Jesus!
(He pants)
Sausages!
I'll tell you something, miss, right...
This geezer here, right, is my best mate.
He's the salt of the fucking earth.
I mean, don't get me wrong, the rest of the geezers in the squad,
they're all lovely fellas and stuff
and any single one of them could marry my...
Marry my sister.
If I had one.
(Sarge yells)
I'll tell you what, I love him.
I love you... like a mate that I... That I love.
Would you like to be alone?!
(He yells) Agh, you dirty fucker!
Here.
It's the adrenaline.
I'll stick, you bond.
I'll tell you something, someone better get fucking stuck in soon
cos this is really starting to hurt!
Cooper...
Cooper, knock me out. Hit me!
Oh, you fucking pussy, hit me...
Go, go.
(Music begins)
(He snores)
So, how long have you lived round here?
Two years.
Came here for the wildlife.
I'm a zoologist.
So, you've heard those stories as well then.
Yeah, I heard the stories, I went looking, I found evidence.
I was fascinated by the possibility that...
You can't seriously believe in werewolves?
Straight out of college, I'd have laughed at the suggestion, but now...
I know they're as real as you and me.
Before tonight is over, you will too.
There.
I think that will hold.
You done this before?
Oh, yeah. We glue people's guts together all the time out here.
Everyone tooled up?
To the nines.
You'll have a fucking eye out with that, lad.
Right, Terry, look sharp!
The rest of you...
I know things have gone from shit to bone to worse in the last 24 hours, but...
If we pull our weight and do the job
we still have a fighting chance - no more running.
We stand, here.
We fight. Right?
Any questions?
Oh, just the one, Coop.
Exactly what is it we're fighting against?
Megan? You want to run it past the boys?
- Lycanthropes. - You what?
That's werewolves to you and me.
You're taking the piss?
What? Makes perfect sense to me!
What, you mean like full moons, silver bullets
and eyebrows thatjoin in the middle?
Before you dismiss it offhand, think about what you've seen and heard.
The full moon, the teeth, the claws, the howling.
Is it so difficult to believe?
For a whole year now I've tracked these things.
I've studied them. Tried to understand them.
Every month, when the moon is full they hunt
as a team, dedicated to the kill.
During that time, at least 15 people have vanished.
Hikers mostly, in small groups or alone.
They're caught out in the open, hunted down, torn apart and devoured.
I've never witnessed the actual slaughter,
but the next day, no bodies, no werewolves - just blood.
The eyebrows thing is nonsense. It's just dark age paranoia.
And silver bullets - no one's ever got close enough to try.
I'm sold.
Slow down, spoon, but Megan may have a point.
I'm still not convinced
that these things didn't just escape from the local nuthouse
and forget to shave or trim their nails.
But they're out there and we're in here. What they may or may not be
does not affect our immediate situation one bit.
This is bone. This is so fucking bone!
- Anything else? - Yeah.
What does bone mean?
Bone - bollocks, naff, not very good.
Right. Anything else I should know?
Call signs. If you need to be specific.
Upstairs, you've got sergeant Wells who you seem to know inside and out by now.
You've got spoon over there.
The vomiting cavalier, Terry.
The big guy with the axe is Joe.
Didn't you forget someone?
Ryan.
Captain Ryan is not one of our team.
His being here is hazy at best.
If I could tell you, I would.
But I'm just a soldier...
Like you.
No stripes, no insignia.
A suit in a uniform does not make a soldier.
He's with special ops.
His team were wiped out last night. He was the only survivor.
I'd advise you against pursuing this line of questioning, private Cooper.
Are you pulling rank on me now, captain?
You can shove that right up your arse!
I'm saying my being here is a moot point since I'm now in as much shit as you are.
We're all in the same fucking shit.
And we need each other.
- I doubt I need you. - You bloody did two hours ago.
Megan: The uaths.
Joe: Crying like a baby, you were.
That was then. Circumstances change.
- What? - Uath - it's Celtic.
The family has lived in this Glen for centuries.
So what was he doing out there?
I have an idea...
But I want to hear it from the horse's mouth.
Come to think of it, Ryan, how are you feeling?
I'm fine.
When we found you, you could barely open your eyes, let alone walk
and then later, you managed to run and now look at you,
fighting fit and sitting pretty.
Hardly the behaviour of a man who, until recently, was knocking on death's door.
I have a strong constitution.
You're not bloody kidding!
Then you won't mind if I have a look at that wound of yours.
I'd just as soon you didn't.
I have a responsibility to my patient.
I'm warning you, Cooper, don't touch me.
Get back!
Tie him up. I want him to talk.
- What are you gonna do, torture him? - Don't know.
What would you do?
I'd torture him.
- What now? - They shut down the generator.
Why would they do that?
Because they can see in the dark.
And you're afraid of it.
This is a pile of rancid shit!
Now what do you believe?
I'm beginning to believe you, but I think Joe might have worded it better.
They're on the move!
All right, this is it!
Mark your targets and preserve your ammo.
Three round bursts.
We've only got one stun grenade apiece so only use them if absolutely necessary.
Stand to.
Come on then.
- What can I do? - What do you want to do?
Run and hide. I know what's coming.
Take care of Sam. Keep an eye on Ryan.
If he tries anything, pan him.
Chasing that first kiss, are we, Cooper?
It's as simple as this.
If you're not there for us...
We're not here for you.
(Music fades)
(Door creaks)
(Door thuds)
(Growling)
(Door bangs)
(Growling)
- Contact! - (Rhythmic music begins)
(Growling)
Die!
(Growling)
(Werewolf screams)
(Growling)
(Growling continues)
(Werewolf moans)
Spoon, get down!
(Water hisses)
Give us that. Fuckin' back.
(Werewolf groans)
(Growling)
Fuck!
Fire in the hole!
Agh!
(Music builds)
(Growling)
Cooper!
Hurry!
(Werewolf screams)
Cheers, mate.
(Crash)
Sarge.
(He yells)
- (Growling) - Cooper!
Sarge!
(Growling)
Bastard!
Sarge! Sarge, wake up!
Fucking wake up, you bastard!
Sarge!
Say "cheese", you fucker!
Wake up!
Fuck!
Sarge!
Fuck off!
(Music stops)
Fuck!
(Wind whistles)
- (Growling) - (Heart beats)
Dogs?
More like pussies!
(Roaring)
(He screams)
(Gentle music)
You all right?
Oh, yeah, yeah, I'm peachy, mate.
Coop...
Squad's yours, mate.
They took Terry.
- Then we go and get him back! - Too fucking right!
Forget about him.
(Music turns more sinister)
What did you say?
He's dead, Cooper, and you know it.
Shit!
(Music fades)
Somebody must have heard some gunfire.
- Somebody must have heard something! - Who?
The only other house within 50 miles of here is mine.
And I'm not there.
Well, what about the road, man? Passers-by?
Do you have any idea what kind of luck you had running into me out there tonight?
I thought you ran into us.
Joe, check upstairs.
Even if anyone did come by, they'd only end up lambs for the slaughter like you.
Our only hope is daylight.
The sun rises in six hours.
We did the best we could.
But if the sarge's condition deteriorates... he'll have less than four.
And the only thing holding them back
is they don't know how much ammunition we have left.
(Werewolf howls)
Let's have a look at that.
Tell me. Honestly, what are our chances?
Morale seems good, considering.
But that will only last as long as the ammunition holds out.
High spirits are just no substitute for 800 rounds a minute
but I don't think that's what you wanted to hear.
Think about it, Cooper.
Up until today, you believed there was a line between myth and reality.
May have been a very fine line sometimes, but at least it was a line.
Those things out there are real.
And if they're real, what else is real?
You know what lives in the shadows now.
You may never get another night's sleep as long as you live.
So, why worry, Cooper? You may not live that long.
Shut your mouth!
We are gonna make it through this. You know why?
I don't scare that easy.
Here.
- It's supposed to be lucky. - For me, or the rest of the rabbit?
You'll need a lot more than luck this time.
Shut up, Ryan!
Listen to me, Cooper. Ignore him.
We can survive till sunrise. That's all that matters. It's just a few more hours.
Wait a minute. Am I missing something here?
I know him.
I was seconded to his team during their first visit here.
First visit?
What first visit? What the fuck are you talking about?
They came to check out the stories. They needed an expert.
It's just a few more hours, Cooper. That's all it is.
- All clear? - Yeah.
You wanna kill them all?
- Yes. - Good. Keep it up.
What's the damage, spoon?
Well, we might have pissed on our chips.
We've only got two full mags for the mp5s, six rounds for the shotgun
and one spare, just in case.
Stay sharp, everyone.
(Low growling)
(Slow, gentle music)
We were putting fire down all over. I mean, we filled those things with lead
and they just kept on getting up and coming back at us.
60 rounds, man, ain't gonna last two minutes.
So either we all make a break for it and fight our way clear or...
The rest of us keep them occupied while one of us goes for help.
And by the time the cavalry get here...
They'll have to pick what's left of us from between their fucking teeth!
- (Sam barks) - (Music fades)
Fucking brilliant!
We either stay and snuff it or we all go...
And snuff it!
Decisions, decisions.
Laugh?
- I nearly died. - Who's stopping you?
Right, that's it! We'll fucking have him!
Take it easy, big man. Calm down.
Do any of you know how to hot-wire a car?
What?
They keep an old Land Rover in the barn.
I don't know where the keys are but if one of you could break in and start it then...
I can do that.
- Are you sure? - Piece of piss.
Anyway, the further I am from this wanker, the happier I'll be.
All right. You're gonna need a decoy.
Something fast and loud.
What? You what?
You, sit.
Stay.
You're serious about this werewolf thing, aren't you?
Afraid so.
Shit.
Don't suppose you know who won the match?
Didn't even know there was a game on.
It's not a game.
Right, this is it. Everyone get ready.
Bollocks.
Joe...
Good luck, mate.
You don't get off the hook that easy.
(Music begins)
- (Growling) - (Heart beats)
All right, you bastards...
Come and have a go if you think you're hard enough!
(Growling)
Well, come on, you beauties!
They took the bait.
Come on!
Spoon, run!
Move your fucking arse, soldier!
Come on!
I'm trying.
Pull us.
I love it when a posh bird talks dirty!
(Growling)
(They scream)
Jesus! Fucking hell! What's happening, Cooper?
Fucking cut!
Get back!
Cut it!
(Growling)
(Engine turns over)
(Growling)
(Crunching)
(Squelching)
Fuck this!
(Growling)
Shit!
Fuck off!
(Growling)
He's done it! Ryan, up! Everyone else, downstairs. Come on, move it!
- Come on! - All right, Coop!
Move. Move.
(Heavy breathing)
You're behind me, aren't you?
I'm gonna fucking have you!
(Screaming)
- (Screaming stops) - (Growling)
Ready? Go, go!
(Growling)
Back!
(Breath es h eavily)
(Werewolf howls)
(Music slows)
(Music fades)
(She begins to play)
(Melancholy piano continues)
(Piano music continues)
(Werewolves howling)
(She stops playing)
(Werewolves still howling)
(Gentle music begins)
- Well? - She's in a bad way.
Fuel pump's gone, fan belt's buggered
and she's pissing out petrol like there's no tomorrow.
The word "bone" Springs to mind.
Joe's body?
It's gone.
What's the damage, spoon?
- We're down to 48 rounds. - Check the right.
Well, Ryan, you heard the score.
Maybe one or two of us are gonna make it through this
but I don't care much for our chances.
Do you like football?
What? "They think it's all over" and all that crap?
- No, I don't. - Well, Joe... you remember Joe?
He liked football.
Fucking lived for it.
Is this relevant?
He missed the most important match of his life for this bullshit exercise
and now he's dead along with two other mates
that I'd have readily given my right arm for. Too fucking right it's relevant!
You just can't get past the dog, can you?
We're losing, Ryan.
We're three-nil down and we're close to the final whistle.
At the very least, I want to even the score.
I understand your resentment.
But you failed because you weren't prepared to take that extra step.
If you'd passed, you would have been on my team
and if you were on my team, you'd be dead.
Yeah, I failed, and I'm bloody glad of it.
Because given the choice of taking orders from a toffee-nosed twat like you
and slogging it out with these guys, I'll take the underdogs any time.
So you can take your precious selection, shove it up your arse
and stop trying to change the fucking subject!
Fair enough.
But you won't like what I have to tell you.
There are some places you really shouldn't go.
We'll be the judge of that, Ryan.
(Music builds)
Ever heard of special weapons division?
They're the men in white coats who train dolphins to stick mines on submarines
and cute furry animals to tear your head off at the neck.
They saw an opportunity and called me in.
To do what? Catch one of these things?
And to bring it back - alive, if possible.
Only "it" turned out to be "them".
We underestimated enemy numbers.
Underestimated? I'd have a serious word with your head sheds
about the quality of their intelligence.
It may have been their invitation, but it was my party.
- I planned and executed it. - You mean you loused it up.
We lost good men, Ryan.
Yours... and mine.
I wanna know...
Where we fit in.
The reality is you're expendable.
And I had approval to put you at risk.
Get to the fucking point, Ryan.
I made a gap in enemy lines.
You were good enough to spot it and predictable enough to go for it.
That was your bait.
You were mine.
(Music stops)
You bastard!
I had to choose somebody. I remembered you.
Monkey see, monkey do.
(Dramatic music begins)
They were my men!
Get up, you shit. You know what we can do. Give us a fighting chance.
Live and learn, Cooper.
I didn't hit him that hard.
You shook something loose.
(Music builds)
(He groans)
(Growling)
(Slow drum beat)
Bad dog.
Fetch!
Bag the shot!
Clear!
Cooper, get down!
I've got target!
(Music stops)
(Howling)
Werewolves spend most of the time in human form, right?
And the only people for miles around live right here.
So these things aren't about to give up the fight and go home.
They are home.
Yeah, well, that makes perfect sense, doesn't it?
I mean, think about it - we bust into their house, we eat all their porridge,
we sleep in their fucking beds.
No wonder they're pissed off.
But they're good people, they're kind people.
- More's the pity. - Why?
Because we're gonna have to kill them all.
Too right, mate.
(Music with military drum beat)
What self-respecting werewolf would have anything silver in the house anyway?
Yeah, well, fuck the folklore. Let's just burn them.
- If we knew where to find them. - Maybe we do.
Everything we've seen so far suggests the behaviour of a pack.
Six to eight members, an Alpha pair leading the subordinates
and a young male, a beta wolf, second in command, makes sense.
No, you lost me.
A wolf pack sticks together. Generally somewhere close to its food supply.
Somewhere safe, sheltered and warm.
You're gonna have to move like shit off a shovel on this one, mate.
You worry about your own shit, all right?
When we blow that fuse that place is gonna go up like zabriskie point.
Just make it work.
- Yeah, it's easy-peasy. - Yeah, lemon squeezy.
Listen, Coop...
What about the sarge?
You know what I mean.
Sarge is with us.
Yeah, I just didn't want him to go without getting his watch back.
(He sighs)
You... stay out of trouble.
You all right?
Oh, yeah, I'm fine...
Cooper.
I mean, I feel...
Absolutely fantastic.
I mean, that's the problem, isn't it? Eh?
What if she's wrong?
What if they're not all in there, eh?
Then we only get some of them.
It's a shit-load better than none of them
and a marked improvement on all of us.
No, no, no, you listen to me.
You get the fuck out now.
I hold them back, I keep them occupied and you get out!
We've lost enough men for one night, don't you think?
Let me show you something.
Now, do not tell me that that is fucking normal.
What happened to Ryan is happening to me.
It's just a matter of time, mate.
Yeah, well, stop wasting time with this hara-kiri crap.
This fight isn't lost yet.
With Ryan it only took a couple of hours, mate. It's a full moon.
I mean, I don't know. Maybe it's like when you need to take a piss or something.
When you gotta go, you gotta fucking go.
Or maybe it's more like needing a shite.
Just cos you need one doesn't mean you drop your kegs and pinch one off.
Anyway, fuck Ryan.
Shifty bastard could've been one of those things from the start.
You know, Coop, there's one more thing you gotta learn about command, mate.
Sometimes the people that you kill...
Are your own men.
So I'm asking you...
Let me take care of myself.
And at least spare you the...
Unfortunate business of trying to explain to Annie why you had to incinerate me.
We are gonna knock seven colours of shit out of these fuckers. We need you.
It's all right, you know, mate.
It's ok.
I just didn't make it out this time, that's all.
It goes with the job, do you know what I mean?
When I signed my life away on that dotted line, I fucking meant it!
I am a professional soldier!
So what do you want me to do?
Roast their bollocks off.
(Drumming)
All clear.
Good luck.
Light it!
Shit!
Sarge!
(Music obscures speech)
(Drumming builds)
(He groans)
(Loud explosion)
- (Drumming stops) - (Gentle music)
I'm sorry.
When I found you out there tonight
I truly believed you were the best chance I had of getting out.
But now we have no chance.
There is no out.
There never was.
I came here to be at one with nature - well, I got what I wanted.
Now I have to live with it.
There is no house in the next Glen.
And there were no werewolves in the barn when it blew.
Not one.
And the reason you're not in the photograph is cos you took it.
- I never meant to... - Yeah.
New woman...
Same old shite.
Being nice to women will get you nowhere, Cooper.
Being nice to me will get you killed.
You may think they're all bitches, but...
I'm the real thing.
(She groans)
(Music becomes darker)
Do you think I like being part of this fucked up family?
Do you think I chose to run with the pack?
I chose you.
But now you're out of luck and I'm out of time.
And all we can do is let nature take its course.
They were always here.
I just unlocked the door.
It's that time of the month.
- (Whoosh) - (She sighs)
(Whoosh)
Somebody had to put it out of its misery.
- Come on. Spoon! - Get clear!
Go now! Sarge!
Spoonie, stop fucking about! Fucking shift it, that's an order!
(Growling)
Oh, shit!
(Low growling)
(Loud explosion)
(Dramatic music)
Shit!
(Growling)
Come on!
(Growling)
- (Growling) - Sarge?
Sarge?
I'm in the carzey.
Spoon: Come on!
(Growling)
(He yells)
(Growling)
(Banging)
Oh Jesus! Shit!
(Growling)
You fuckin' mother-fuck-fucker!
(He yells)
(Banging)
Get out of it, you bastard!
How do you like them tomatoes, you fucking bastard?
(Growling)
(He shouts)
Come on, Coop!
I'm running out, Coop.
I'm running out.
Yeah? Yeah? You want some?
See if you're fucking hard!
You throw a punch like a wimp!
Fucking bastard!
Come on! Come on! Bring it on!
(Growling)
(Werewolf cries)
(He yells)
I hope I give you the shits, you fucking wimp!
(Low growling)
You fucker!
Come on, Coop. Shift it!
(He yells)
Bayonet!
- Jesus! Come on. - Here!
Go away!
(Growling)
Go on, Coop! Get stuck in, mate!
Get out of it! Come on, you fucker!
Come on, come on!
(They groan)
(Music continues)
Right.
(Growling)
(Banging)
Cooper, let's get in the wardrobe, son.
What?
- Let's get in the wardrobe. - Yeah, all right.
What's that smell?
Idunno.
Fucking hell!
(Low growling)
Give me your gun.
(Growling)
Open your mouth, watch the ears, mind your toes!
Go! Go on!
(Sam whines)
Where's spoon?
There is no spoon.
- No, you fucking bastards! - Help me, Cooper.
Get in there. Get in there!
Sam?
What are you doing?
Here, take this.
There's one in the chamber, mate. I'm fucking binned!
No, no... we go together or we don't fucking go!
That's my last order to you, Cooper. Do not fuck about.
- Do not disobey me! - Come here, you fucking...
Listen to me, you have got to make it out alive.
It happened. Prove it happened!
Not just for me or my lads.
Forhed
here...
You have to prove it happened, mate.
Go! Go!
(He screams)
(Melancholy, rousing music)
(He groans)
(Gas hisses)
(He groans)
(He roars)
(Music fades)
Sam. Fuck!
(Growling)
Ryan. You tried licking your own balls yet?
I forgot - you don't fucking have any.
(Rhythmic music)
(He groans)
(Sam barking)
(Werewolf growls)
(Barking)
Here!
(He shouts)
(Werewolf screams)
- (Music stops) - Think it's all over?
It is now.
(Camera shutter clicks)