All language subtitles for Predator The Quietus

ON RADIO: [EXCLAIMS] You're
with Colin Peters on this late
show,

and now it's
"cuddle in the car" time.

Time to pull over,
find someone you love

and give them a big squeeze, maybe a tender kiss.

And who better
than Chris Smith

to tell you only love
can change the situation.

So keep cuddly.

[ONLY LOVE PLAYING]

Oh, let's pay a visit
to the old wishing tree.

Again? Oh, come on.

You know it's only a
fairy story of the forest.

Those wishes don't
ever come true.

They do, David.

You just have to believe.

Once upon a time I believed
in Little Red Riding Hood.

Well, every wish I've made
at the tree's come true.

Every one?

Well, every serious one.

I made a wish the first
time we kissed under it.

And did your wish come true?

Okay, if it makes you
happy we'll go there.

[ONLY LOVE
CONTINUES PLAYING]

[BEAST GRUNTING]

[SCREAMING]

[BEAST GROWLING]

[JULIA SCREAMING]

DAVID: Julia!

No!

[DAVID SCREAMS]

♪ I wish that I
was dreaming

♪ But I know
that it's real

♪ 'Cause my
body's shaking

♪ And my head's
spinning like a wheel

♪ I need someone
to help me

♪ I can't make
it on my own

♪ Oh, Lord, I
feel so scared

♪ I wish I wasn't born

♪ I'm standing
in the subway

♪ Completely lost
all track of time

♪ Surrounded by
strange faces

♪ Staring in these
eyes of mine

♪ It's too late
to ask for pity

♪ For the damages
I've done

♪ Inside I'm slowly dying

♪ I guess I'm
just another one

♪ Of the life wasters

♪ Throwing it all away

♪ Life wasters

♪ Sticking needles
in my veins

♪ Life wasters

♪ Take a wallet
while you can

♪ Life wasters

♪ Soon I know I'll
be a dead man

♪ So many of my
good friends

♪ I saw from day to day

♪ I threw some
through the doorway

♪ Some have even
passed away

♪ I know that
what I'm doing

♪ I'm heading
the same way

♪ But God knows
I must do it

♪ To take this pain away

♪ Just a life waster

♪ Throwing it all away

♪ Life waster

♪ Sticking needles
in my veins

♪ Life waster

♪ Take a wallet
while you can

♪ Life waster

♪ Soon I know
I'll be a dead man ♪

Good morning.

Hi.

Good morning.

Kelly, hey.

Hi, Harry.

Well, what do you think?

Terrific story if it's true.

Could you write it?

Maybe.

What the hell do you mean maybe?

The point is

do you want to go
to Exmoor, England,

to do some investigative
reporting?

Do I want an all-expenses
trip to Europe?

Harry, when do I leave?

Hey, now slow down there, Kelly.

Now, this is a large expense
situation here, baby.

I'm stickin' my neck out.

I'll get you the story.

I'm gonna fix you
up with a party,

a guy who's gonna
give us great mileage.

Don't tell me, Indiana Jones?

How about a big
game hunter from Africa?

[LAUGHING] You're kidding me?

Mmm. No. I mean it.

It's full of drama.

Exmoor and feudal England,
and the story,

disappearing kids.

Teenagers.

He's in a hurry to get on it.

Harry, a game hunter
and an English houndlet.

It's... It's...

Great copy.

Who is this out of
work, big game hunter?

Get this. Daniel Kane.

Mean anything to you?

Kane? Sure.

50 Minutes did
a TV special on him.

Harry, I hope you're not
gonna team me up with a guy

who specializes in bounty
hunting ivory poachers.

He has an image about
as wholesome as sewerage.

Kane will just be there
to look good in print.

The guy's got an
impressive reputation.

Don't I know it.

I hope I don't get the man
confused with the beast.

It's started.

What do they think they are,
the local tourist board?

Who's it from?

The Chief bloody
Constable's Office.

What do they want?

Listen to this.

"You are requested
to assist and supply

"unclassified information

"to Miss Kelly O'Neill,
U.S.A. subject,

"representing
the Enquirer Magazine.

"The Chief Constable
would be grateful

"if full cooperation is
extended to Miss Kelly O'Neill

"in her professional duties as
reporter for the
Enquirer."

Do I detect a
Freemason connection?

The less said about
that, the better.

Perhaps she's come
to investigate the I.R.A.

What?

Kelly O'Neill? From New York?

Huh.

The pip from the Big Apple

is here for one
damn reason only

and that's to sensationalize the Beast of Exmoor.

We've managed to maintain
a low profile so far,

but there's no way we can fob off this inquisitive ferret

that's traveled here
from New York.

I've got the feeling this
little lady's gonna give us

one hell of a headache.

The Chief Constable's
got a friggin' nerve.

Why doesn't he send someone down

from the Public
Relations Office,

if he wants to please
his pals in the Lodge?

Remember, walls have ears.

But why should we have to
put up with more agro?

Why?

Because the man
upstairs has spoken.

♪ Mystery

♪ Just paint the words
within the heart of me

♪ Oh, how I long to be

♪ Safe in your arms tonight

♪ My blood runs cold

♪ Each time I hear your name

♪ Feelings I can't explain

♪ A man of mystery

♪ What must I do
to win your heart?

♪ I've tried so hard
to find a clue

♪ But still we are so far apart

♪ Tell me what must I do

♪ Mysteries

♪ Are rivers
cold and clear

♪ Fill my heart with fear

♪ Oh, mystery

This meeting has all
the charm and appeal

of an appointment
with a dentist.

Kelly, you're gonna have
to learn to judge people

the way they are.

You don't wanna believe
all you read.

Oh, that's good,

coming from a magazine editor.

[LAUGHS] Oh.

[MYSTERY CONTINUES
PLAYING]

Hey, Daniel Kane.

Mr. Goldberg.

Did you have a nice flight?

I slept all the way.

This here is Miss Kelly O'Neill.

Miss O'Neill,
pleased to meet you.

Care to sit down?

Why don't I get you a drink?

What will you have?

I'll have a glass
of orange juice, please.

How about you, Kelly?

I'll have another
martini straight up.

So, what's your expert
opinion on this, Mr. Kane?

I'm not an expert on creatures
of the unknown, Kelly.

You really believe this is
an unnatural phenomenon?

Yes.

You really think this
is something special?

Not just a wild dog
or something?

I don't think it's
just any one animal.

Our readers are not
uneducated natives

with minds controlled
by the rantings

of a witch doctor, Mr. Kane.

Nice juice, Harry.

[LAUGHING]

That's great, Daniel.

Now, I'm convinced
that this has the makings

of a monster story.

Excuse the pun.

It was unintentional.

Well, let's just hope
we don't make

monster fools out of ourselves.

And the pun is intentional.

Now, Daniel, I need
your cooperation

to create reader interest.

It's essential that you make
a big entrance into Exmoor.

I've arranged TV
and press coverage.

If it looks good, man, we'llnetwork it right across America.

Now, why don't
we just get it on.

This is a good idea, right?

Even a blood-tempered lioness
has been known to mellow

on a full stomach.

HARRY: [LAUGHING]
That's great, Daniel.

Details later.

Right now, just let's relax
and listen to the music.

How are you today, my friend?

I understand.

The wind moves
your ancient roots

and you wake from old age.

You are such a statuesque tree,

proud and mighty.

Why did you anger
the lord of lightning?

[BIRDS CAWING]

I think it is time
for me to move on.

The forest becomes
a little unsettled

when I pay too much attention
to just one of her trees.

And we all know how she reacts
when she is angered, don't we?

[LAUGHING]

MAN ON RADIO: Two teenagers
are still missing tonight near
Exmoor, in Devon.

They were last seen leaving
the cinema in Exmouth.

[PHONE RINGING]

A police spokesman denied
local fears that the Beast has
struck again,

but admits that they
have no strong leads.

Yes?

Please ask them to come in.

[MAN CONTINUES
CHATTERING]

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Kelly.

Hey, Daniel.

Sorry to bother you, buddy,

but I have an urgent call.

I've gotta head on
back to New York.

I just wanted to say goodbye.

Keep the copy rolling, guys.

We're gonna have
the networks back home

screaming for more.

And I'll publish
just as soon as we get

the story wrapped up.

I'll be moving into
the forest tomorrow.

Right.

Now the local police will giveyou all the help and cooperationyou need.

Any trouble goin' down,

Kelly has the number of our manin the Chief Constable's office.

He'll take care of problems.

What do you mean
you'll be moving

into the forest tomorrow?

This is a luxury hotel,
full of people.

I don't think the Beast
has a room here.

And I've gotta be
where the action is

in the forest.

How the hell will I
find you each morning?

Well, there's room for
you in the tent.

You want me to share
a tent with you,

in that forest?

Uh-uh.

There's a man-eating
beast in there.

Look, Harry wants a story.

We have to find the action.

Kelly, you owe me one, remember?

Come on. Let's quit
horsing around here.

My job is on the line.

This deal is
costing us a fortune.

You gotta get it
any way you can.

If you don't,

it'll be a pink
slip for me, baby.

Hey, come on!

Remember me?

I gave you the big
break. Remember?

Okay.

I need this story
as badly as you guys.

But let me make it clear,

I do not expect
to find the Beast

in the tent.

[CREAKING]

Brandy.

Brandy. Here, boy.

Brandy.

Brandy.

Brandy.

Brandy. Come on, boy.

Brandy.

Come on, boy.

Brandy.

Brandy.

[BEAST GROWLING]

[BRANDY YELPING]

[BEAST GRUNTING]

Please! No! Stop it, please!

Mommy!

[SCREAMING]

The restful shades of autumn

add color to each day,

with the raindrops dancing
through the woods

to guide me on my way.

But in the hush of twilight,

the shadows start to fall.

Beware of the
night beast's call.

Did you hear all that,
you creatures of the forest?

This is your friend, Wilbur
Sledge, saying, "Take care.

"As the restless moon
rises, beware."

Oh.

These are nasty scratches.

Have you had a run-in
with a wild animal?

Shut your mouth.

[WOLF HOWLING]

[BEAST BREATHING HEAVILY]

[BEAST GRUNTING]

[WHISPERING] Stop typing, Kelly.

Don't make a sound.

[SCREAMING]

What is it, Kelly?

Tell me. What is it?

[GROWLING]

[SCREAMING]

It's over for tonight.

Thank you, Miss O'Neill.

We were advised to expect you.

As I understand it,

you were asked to
cooperate with us

and assist where necessary.

As long as it does not
disrupt police business.

There are a lot of unanswered
questions, Superintendent,

and it is reasonable
to expect the police

to have answers to
some of these questions.

There's nothing reasonable aboutthe situation we're
investigating,

so perhaps the normal
approach is not relevant.

Mr. Kane is convinced
we're dealing with

the unnatural.

There are many forms
of unnatural behavior.

The proposition is not unnaturalbehavior, Superintendent,

but the presence of
an unnatural form.

At this stage, I'm
afraid I cannot comment.

[RUSTLING]

Please stop it. I'm scared.

I'm sure there's
something out there.

You don't believe in all that
crap about werewolves, do you?

What's the use, if you know
that you won't enjoy it?

I think you feel
a bit frightened.

Me? You must be joking.

Wait.

Well done, my children.

Behind closed doors
you'll offend no one.

The police were hardly
a fountain of information.

I thought we were
playing it honestly.

They really do have
little to go on.

I don't believe
they have a clue.

The opinion I formed

was that they were hoping
we could supply some leads.

It's, uh,

time for the
confessional, Daniel.

I am enjoying this commission
and I misjudged you.

That's welcome news.

Which? My enjoyment
or my misjudgment?

Both.

Thank you.

That'll be the ninth
sheep in just six weeks

I found in that state, Sergeant.

Two of 'em were my best lambs.

Could barn dogs or a fox
do that kind of damage?

Oh, they could.

If you ask me, I'd say that
no dog or fox is responsible.

Why is that?

If you listens at those
two dogs of mine barking,

those two dogs are
afraid of nothing.

I reared them that way.

Last night, about midnight,

they started up
a hell of a ruckus.

I thought, "There's some
sheep busting going on."

So I crept down the stairs

and went across the yard
and opened the gate.

Those two dogs were going crazy.

I thought to myself,

"If they get their teeth
into a poacher,

"there's no way he's going
to be stealing sheep

"for a long time to come."

You're entitled to
protect your property.

I knows that.

But now there's no
rustler out there.

What was it?

That's something
you'll have to tell me.

It was weird.

If you didn't see it,

how do you know it was weird?

Well, it were the dogs.

Immediately, I opened the gate,

I expected them to fly out.

But, no.

They stood there tremblin'.

I never knowed anything like it.

If I hadn't seen it
with me own eyes,

I wouldn't have believed it.

But things like that
ain't natural.

You know what I'd
really like to do now?

Go to a real English pub.

I've heard so much about them.

Why not?

It's one of the few things thathasn't changed for the worse.

What do you think of
this Mr. Daniel Kane?

Obviously the strong,
silent type.

Charles Bronson,
eat your heart out.

He didn't have very
much to say, did he?

Do you think this
business was sparked off

by the planned development
for the new forest?

It's possible.

There's a lot of people unhappyabout the Holiday Chalet plans.

Writing protest letters
to the local newspapers

is one thing,

but ripping innocent
sheep apart.

I think we're dealing
with a psychopath.

Hmm. You're right there, sir.

Do you think this
character, Daniel Kane,

will be of any help?

Or is it just a gimmick?

The way we're progressing
with this case

I'd accept help from
Superman, Woody Allen,

Groucho Marx and/or
Uncle Tom Cobbley.

"An out and out professional"

was the way he was
described to me.

I still don't understand
why a real pro

should want to chase
a shadow in the wind.

We all have our price.

Perhaps he needs the money.

But what I am concerned about

is the fact he's been granted
a permit to carry firearms.

Now, that has to be the
Brotherhood of the Freemasons

making a family connection.

That's all we need,
a Wild West show.

[FOLK MUSIC PLAYING]

How are you, Mr. Rooney?

How are you, Mr. Clancy.

Good evening, folks.

Sure it is a lovely evenin'.

I'm grand, thank you.

Yes, yes.

I thought I was never
going to make it.

Me mouth feels like
it's lined with sandpaper.

You better watch your
words, Mr. Rooney.

You'll be having people thinkingyou have a block of wood for a
head.

Put it on the slate now.

There's a good lad.

That was worth all the agony
of a terrible thirst.

[EXCLAIMS]

I agree with every
word, Mr. Clancy.

Shall we rest ourselves
in the corner?

Why not?

Can you believe that?

That's real Irish charm.

They're beautiful.

Why don't we join them?

It could prove
even more interesting.

Sure. I'd like that.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

This is Miss Kelly
O'Neill from New York.

She'd like to ask you
a few questions.

Kelly O'Neill.

That's as Irish
as a Guinness Stout.

You took the words right out
of me mouth, Mr. Rooney.

But I was going to say

Bushmills Irish Whiskey.

What'll you have, gentlemen?

Guinness or Bushmills
Irish Whiskey?

Oh.

You're a real gentleman, sir.

Would it be possible
to have two Bushmills?

Excuse me.

Well, I would never
have believed that.

You've got to be Irish.

Well, my grandmother
hailed from County Cork

and my grandfather
was a Kerry man.

I knew it. You're Irish.

Irish American,
to be exact, sir.

Irish American you might be,

but your pretty looks
come from Ireland.

The colleens of Kerry and Cork
are pretty as the morning
flowers.

Oh, for sure they
are, Mr. Clancy.

Oh, that's very
kind of you, sir.

Is that what I think it is?

I'm driving.

Miss O'Neill is seekinginformation concerning the Beastof Exmoor.

It's a terrible thing
you're asking.

Why is that, Mr. Rooney?

It's touched by the devil.

That's why, Miss O'Neill.

CLANCY: You'd be wise to leave
the terrible thing alone.

You think so?

Absolutely.

That is a great pity.

ROONEY: A great pity?

Why's that?

Because there's a lot
of money to be made.

Is that right? Is that right?

Would you be having
any idea how much?

Oh. You're two fine people,
as good as ever I met.

How can we help?

Should I tell them about
Patrick O'Riley, Mr. Rooney?

I don't know why you're after
asking me, Mr. Clancy.

These are our friends.

Why shouldn't you tell them?

This is a terrible,
sad story now.

About three months ago, it was.

Mr. Rooney and myself were
sitting at this very table

with Patrick O'Riley.

God rest his soul.

After a couple of jars,

Patrick left to go
home to the missus.

It was on the way home

that he came face to face
with the terrible creature.

Your friend actually
saw the Beast?

Our late friend, ma'am.

Are you saying he was
killed by the Beast?

He was.

In a manner of speaking.

What manner of speaking
are you referring to?

Well,

when Patrick cast his eyes
on the terrible thing,

he thought he'd come face
to face with a creature

of the devil himself.

Frightened out of
his life, he was.

Rooted to the spot, he was.

He couldn't move a muscle.

So he flew home.

He escaped.

But overnight, that very night,

his great head of hair
turned the color of white.

Did Mr. O'Riley
describe the Beast?

For sure, he did.

On many an occasion.

What did he say it looked like?

Huge and hideous it was.

So terrible was the sight of it,

that the unfortunate Patrick
had trouble talking about it.

Understandable.

Such awful things should not bespoken about by God-fearing
people.

Is that all he said
about the Beast?

Is that all?

Gentlemen, there's a lot
of money to be made,

but much more detail
is required.

Would you know of anyone else
who could help us with some
information?

Have you spoken
to Wilbur Sledge?

No. Where could we locate
this Mr. Sledge?

Well, if he's not in his house,

he could be anywhere
in the forest.

Do you believe Mr. Sledge will
have some information for us?

Mr. Sledge is a real
queer fellow,

but nothing goes
on in the forest

he doesn't know about.

Do you have his address?

Oh, yes I have.

I'm sorry, ma'am,

but Mr. Clancy's
the educated one.

If you'll excuse me, Mr. Kane,

but how much money would be paid

for the cage and the
Beast, dead or alive?

If Miss O'Neill was told
before anyone else,

we could be talking ten,

maybe fifteen thousand pounds.

Mother have mercy.

Is there such an amount
of money in the world?

Fifteen thousand pounds?

You must excuse us.

We have work to do.

Well, have one for
the road with us.

That's real sweet of you
but, uh, we must go.

Fifteen thousand pounds!

Such fine people.

The finest.

I hope you realize, Mr. Rooney,

that you and I will shortly
have a clean slate.

God bless them.

And you, too, Mr. Clancy.

A police statement will be
released this afternoon.

Yes.

That's the earliest we could...

No, I can't comment
on that story.

No.

Thanks.

Another news hound?

[PHONE RINGING] Is that
veterinary surgeon's report.

Mmm.

Yes?

Oh, sorry, Anne.

Yes. Send them in, will you?

Thanks.

Tarzan and Jane
have just arrived.

Aye, God.

That's all we need.

[KNOCKING ON DOOR]

Come in.

Good morning.

Please sit down.

Sit down.

Still no comment on the Beast
of Exmoor, Superintendent?

I would like your opinion
on which species

of animal's hide
this one's covered.

Wolf.

Where did it come from?

It was found near the body
of the mutilated pet dog

that belonged to Katy Ferguson,

the missing little girl.

Do you have a veterinarial
autopsy of the dog?

It doesn't make for
pleasant listening.

Would you like to hear it?

Yes, please.

The report reads,

"On this date, a
postmortem examination

"was carried out
under my supervision

"on the body of a canine.

"The examination revealed
that death was instantaneous,

"due to a broken cervical cord
caused by a very severe blow

"from an animal paw
or human hand.

"There were deep
lacerations on the body

"and severe wounds in
the area of the throat.

"Large pieces of flesh had
been ripped from the body,

"resulting in an
extreme loss of blood.

"The nature of the wounds,

"including the teeth marks
found on the body

"indicate the assailant to be alarge predator-type animal of
the feline species.

"From tests carried out on the
body and close examination of
the wound,

"the possibility that the
attacker could have been a
member of the wolf family

"is ruled out.

"Signed, Melvin Carr,
M.R.C.V.S."

The wolf hair must be
a coincidence then,

or a deliberate attempt
to mislead you.

What do you think, Mr. Kane?

You're the detective,
Mr. Lowe. You tell me.

In all honesty, I don't know.

I'm baffled by the evidence
of a wolf in the area.

And, if there is no wolf, who isit who's trying to mislead us?

None of this makes sense.

The constabulary seems to have
driven down a dead end.

Shall we all head
for Baker Street?

Number 221B, that is.

There is a difference betweenfact and fiction, Miss O'Neill,

a distinction you may
not fully appreciate.

Are you suggesting that
the great Sherlock Holmes,

not to mention the venerable Dr.Watson, are mere figments of
fiction?

Ball's in our court,
Miss O'Neill.

We acknowledge that.

Deuce, Sergeant.

Hey, there.

You're that couple camping
in the forest, aren't you?

Yes.

I got a letter here
for Wilbur Sledge.

Uh-huh.

You tell him he'll have
to come pick it up.

I won't go near that forest,

not with that Beast
lurking about there.

Yes, we'll do that.

I wouldn't be surprised if he
ain't got something to do with
it.

He's a right weirdo,
and no mistake.

I'm having trouble
with this map.

Just stop and see if
anybody's in that hut.

Maybe they'll know the way.

KELLY: Hello.

I'm, uh, sorry to disturb you,

but could you kindly
direct me to Middlewood?

I have this rough map here,

but it hasn't exactly stopped
me from losing my way.

I would like to get
to Middlewood.

Could you help me?

Please?

Have you come all the
way from America

to get screwed by Wilbur Sledge?

Hey.

You need a strong mouthwash.

I know what you need.

It's not a mouthwash.

Whatever you think I need,

you can be sure
you haven't got it.

What are you waiting
for, Weasel?

Give us a show.

You people are sick.

Hey.

Come on, you guys.

Look, I'm really sorry
if I upset you.

I just want to get
to Middlewood.

What do you want
with Wilbur Sledge?

Wilbur loves animals.

What's the betting she's
some kind of special animal?

Well, there's only
one way to find out.

WOMAN: That's it, Weasel,
get her on the floor.

Who are you people?

I'm the local sheriff and
landowner of these parts.

Sure.

Well, can you kindly behave
like a responsible person?

WOMAN: What're you
waiting for, Weasel?

That's right, Weasel.

Get her on the floor!

The lady's giving you
bad advice, Weasel.

Well, if it isn't the big gamehunter from Africa, Daniel Kane.

Right first time.

Let the lady go, Weasel.

Weasel will only
take orders from me.

Okay.

I'm telling you to tell
Weasel to let the lady go.

In these parts
I don't take orders.

I give them.

Ferret, shut his big mouth.

Not bad with boys,
are you, old man?

How do you make out with men?

I don't.

My scene is with women.

But then, I respect
the preference of others.

[CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYING]

SLEDGE: Welcome to my home,
Miss O'Neill, Mr. Kane.

Thank you, Mr. Sledge.

You look surprised
that I should know you.

I learned a long time ago
never to be surprised.

A shrewd observation, Mr. Kane.

But we hardly live
in the surroundings

where you have made your
impressive reputation.

A fatal mistake
has the same conclusion

no matter where it's
made, Mr. Sledge.

Fear not, Miss O'Neill.

I possess no mystical powers.

I just happen to be
an avid reader

of our local newspaper,
The Exmoor Times.

Will you have some tea?

Do me the honor of sharing someof the humble food I have
prepared.

You've prepared food for us?

Just some modest country fare.

Ronnie McDonald
and Colonel Sanders

have no place in these parts.

Thank you.

We'd be delighted to accept
your hospitality, Mr. Sledge.

Please.

How did you know we
were gonna call on you?

You seek information
on the Beast.

The Beast's habitat
is the forest.

A visit to me was inevitable.

Would you prefer something
stronger than tea?

I do have some scrumpy.

Tea's fine for me, please.

What's scrumpy?

I'll explain to you later.

But, if you want
to keep your senses,

stay with the tea.

This is game pie.

This is pheasant
with herb stuffing.

Cheeses made with goat's
milk with fruit flavoring.

The bread is homemade and the
tea will be made with spring
water.

It all looks wonderful.

Thank you very much, Mr. Sledge.

Would you be willing to assistus with some information on theBeast, Mr. Sledge?

Why don't we become
a little less formal?

My friends call me Wilbur.

What do you wish to know?

Well,

the first question is,
does the Beast exist?

And, uh, secondly,

is its reputation a valid one?

Make absolutely no
mistake, Kelly,

it does exist

and it has no false reputation.

Have you seen it?

No living person has seen it.

Aren't you afraid of
living here alone?

No. Why should I be?

I harm nothing or no one.

I only wish to conserve the
natural order of the forest.

The Beast has no
business with me.

The ferocity with
which it kills,

have you ever come across
anything like it before?

I have never encountered
the unnatural.

You really believe we're dealing

with an unnatural phenomenon?

Yes, I do.

You'll probably
have some difficulty

in accepting this diagnosis.

In all honesty, I do.

Mr. Kane has advanced
this theory from day one.

Good for you, Daniel.

Wilbur, how do you explain
the missing teenagers?

The poor creatures are dead.

You sound very positive.

Have you told this
to the police?

The police are trained to
deal with life and death

on the streets.

In the wild, they
can only chase shadows.

Besides, the people
of the village,

and that includes the police,

believe Wilbur Sledge
to be a weird eccentric.

Some say mad,

that I should be locked
up in a mental asylum.

That's cruel.

So is life, Kelly.

Especially when the
greed of man runs riot.

Here in the forest, I live in
peace with the inhabitants.

They're all my friends,
and I am theirs.

You're a lucky man to have foundsuch contentment, Wilbur.

I know that, Daniel.

Anyway, when we have
finished our meal

why don't you join me
on a walk in the forest?

Do you think Kelly
will be all right?

Don't worry, Daniel.

The Beast will not
harm her in my home.

[BIRD CAWING]

[SCREAMING]

What the hell do you think
you're doing, Mr. Rooney?

What am I doing, Mr. Clancy?

That's something
I need to be asking you!

[BEAST GRUNTING]

[TWIG SNAPPING]

[BEAST GRUNTING]

[BEAST GROWLING]

[SOBBING]

[SCREAMING]

Get away from me!

Oh, God!

[KELLY SCREAMING]

[SCREAMS]

It's all right, Kelly.
It's all right.

[SOBBING]

Oh, Daniel.

It's okay.

[WOLF HOWLING]

Tis the thrill of
the hunt, Mr. Rooney.

Sends the blood coursing
through the veins.

I bet your heart's pounding.

You speak for
yourself, Mr. Clancy.

If you want to know the truth,

me feet's killing me
and I'm feeling bushed.

You can be such a
contrary man, Mr. Rooney.

[EXCLAIMS] Is...

Is that what it is,
what I'm thinking?

Your eyes are not mirroring a
piece of fantasy, Mr. Rooney.

Ah, you're a good
man, Mr. Clancy.

[LAUGHING]

[BOTH SIGH]

I don't like it, Mr. Rooney.

I heard them tell
terrible stories

of demons and the like when I
was a boy, back in the old
country.

Oh, that was the work of that
old hag, Nellie O'Brien.

Me grandmother used to
say she was a witch.

That was years ago, Mr. Rooney.

My thoughts are not on Nellie
O'Brien, God rest her soul,

but on poor Pat O'Riley.

I wish you hadn't mentioned
that, Mr. Clancy.

Not now.

We're onto a goldmine,
if we can find the...

You don't have to mention
the name, Mr. Rooney.

I'm with you all the way.

But there are some things
more important than money.

But fifteen thousand pounds.

That's something more than
just money, Mr. Clancy.

I know.

And me heart and me
mind grieves for it.

But you can't spend
money in the beyond.

We enjoy life, Mr. Rooney.

We have some days
better than others.

But, overall, life
isn't bad to us.

You should've done what
your grandmother wanted

and gone into the
priesthood, Mr. Clancy.

You're a wise man
when you wants to be.

You have a kind way
with you, Mr. Rooney.

And I'm not so wise.

Otherwise we wouldn't
be here now.

This place is spooked.

I think it's time we left.

Nothing would please me more.

There is just one question

I would like to know
the answer to, Mr. Clancy.

What would that be?

If the most terrible
thing happened

and we were, uh, dispatched
to our Maker by the...

You don't have to say
the name, Mr. Rooney.

I know what you're meaning.

Will we be buried
in consecrated ground?

Holy Mary, Mother of God!

What a question to ask a man
in the black of night,

surrounded by terrible danger!

I'd never lie contented
unless I was laid to rest

in consecrated
ground, Mr. Clancy.

Will you stop your nonsense now!

My nerves are stretched tighterthan the wires of a piano.

I'm sorry, Mr. Clancy,

but it's important to me.

[BEAST GROWLING]

Do you hear? It calls me.

The Beast is lonely.

It needs my friendship.

I should go to the forest
and walk with the Beast.

You are safe, my little friend.

It is I the Beast calls.

Hello, Anne.

Can you get me
Professor Sanderson?

Yes. Royal College
of Veterinary Surgeons.

Thanks.

So who did the farmer think
caused the injuries to the
sheep?

He didn't say.

The newspapers are going
with the Beast of Exmoor,

but some of the locals seem
to think it's a wolf pack.

That kind of publicity could
stop tourists coming to
Middlewood.

And look where the proposed site

for the Holiday Village is.

Thanks, Anne.

Let's see what the vet's got tosay about those strange teeth
marks.

Hello. Professor Sanderson?

I thought I'd find
you both here.

[DANIEL CHUCKLING]

Hello.

Hello, Wilbur.

Will you join us
for lunch, Wilbur?

Oh, no thank you.
I've already eaten.

Please have some coffee with us.

Why not? That'll be fine.

I was going to suggest, Daniel,

that you both come over
to my place tonight.

That is, if you have nothing
more important to do.

I'd like that. How
about you, Kelly?

Suits me fine.

Good. I'll expect you then.

[GROWLING]

Daniel?

Daniel?

Are you there?

[CREAKING]

[SCREAMING]

[SCREAMING]

All right, Kelly.

It's me, Kane.

Oh, my God! What's happened?

I heard the gunshots
and my mind freaked out!

Has somebody shot you?
I'll explain later.

You'll have to drive me
to Wilbur's. Wilbur's?

Those injuries are serious!

You've gotta get to a hospital!

I've got to get to
Wilbur's urgently.

The keys to the jeep
are in my pocket.

[ENGINE STALLING]

[ENGINE REVVING]

Wilbur!

It's essential that I give you
an anti-tetanus injection.

Hold this for me, Kelly.

These wounds are nasty.

You should have qualified
medical assistance.

I found one of
the missing teenagers, dead.

He's in the barn.
It's not a pretty sight.

SLEDGE: You must rest now.

You are a master of the art
of mind over matter, Daniel.

Did you learn that in Africa?

It's all part of the
jungle law of survival.

[GROWLING]

Daniel's awake.

I'll go and get him some coffee.

Oh, no.

The headlamps on the
jeep have been wasting.

I better step outside
and turn 'em off.

[GASPING]

[GROWLING]

[KELLY SCREAMING]

[WHIMPERING]

Help!

Stay with Wilbur.

No, Daniel! Wait for help!

I must inform the police.

Daniel's weak!
He could be killed!

He's tangling with a monster.

[GROWLING]

[PANTING]

[BEAST GROWLING]

[GRUNTING]

[GROWLING]

[DANIEL SCREAMING]

[GROANS]

[SCREAMING]

[BEAST GROWLING]

[WOLF HOWLING]

Welcome back.

You nailed him, Kane.

We all owe a great deal to you.

And I have to admit,
there were certain times

when even I thought we were
up against a werewolf.

But it turned out to be Badger.

I'm sorry for all the trouble.

The secret is out now.

Badger was my stepbrother.

No one knew.

He made me agree
not to tell a soul.

You see, we inherited
all of the forest land

and vast acres of farmland froma deed of trust left by our
father.

Superintendent Lowe has
seen all the legal papers.

Please believe me, my friend.
Badger meant no harm.

He just wanted to conserve
the forest, like you and me.

But it all became
too much for him.

He was a misguided zealot.

But the Beast he is not.

We believe we have our man.

Mr. Kane did a magnificent job
and will get full credit.

And I do not propose to allow

anyone or anything to
decimate that credit.

Wilbur is right.

Badger's not the Beast.

It is still out there.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

Did you get a story to
please New York, by the way?

Harry Goldberg's over the moon,

although he's not
happy about the fact

that the Beast could
still be at large.

I'm sure he'll initially
go with the police version,

that the Beast was Badger.

But Harry's a master at
getting the full mileage

out of any story.

[ONLY LOVE PLAYING]

Lisa?

Lisa!

Lisa!

Lisa!

♪ Mystery

♪ Just paint the words
within the heart of me

♪ Oh, how I long to be

♪ Safe in your
arms tonight

♪ My blood runs cold

♪ Each time I
hear your name

♪ Feelings I
can't explain

♪ A man of mystery

♪ What must I do
to win your heart?

♪ I've tried so hard
to find a clue

♪ But still we
are so far apart

♪ Tell me what must I do

♪ Mysteries

♪ Are rivers
cold and clear

♪ Fill my heart with fear

♪ Oh, mystery

♪ On my own

♪ Chasing a fate unknown

♪ Under the stars alone

♪ It's a mystery

♪ As tension blows
just like an autumn breeze

♪ My heart is
waiting for his rain

♪ The stories,
just like you and me

♪ Does it have to
end this way? ♪