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You were right.

This is definitely better
than being at work.

One thing you didn't
warn us about though,
bloody midges.

You are a big
girl's blouse.

Anyway, now that
you've mentioned work,

and seeing that 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.

My writer
lost for words?

It's perfect.

Yeah, and it's also
solid silver, so
don't lose it.

[zipper opening]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[girl screams]

[grunting]

[grunting]

[loud grunting]

[howling]

[dog barking]

[dog grunts]

[barking]

Nice try, Private Cooper.

You evaded capture
for 22 hours

and 47 minutes.

You're straight to
the head of the class.

Of course the real
trick to survival

lies not from
running and hiding,

but in removing your
enemy's capacity
to hunt you down.

[dog barks]

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
a piss, right?

He thinks I'm pulling his leg.
Do I look like a sodding
comedian, shit?

No, sir.

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 bent, 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 was 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. You don't.

I don't do second
chances, Cooper.

And I never forget.

Owe to you this
pathetic piece of shit.

Send him back
to his squad.

(Sergeant)
I want a good
clean dispersal

and a secure
landing zone.

Go, go, go, go, go.

Joe, get out
of the chopper.

I'm not missing
the footy for this,
it's totally bone!

I'm not going.

They're up.

Cooper. I want a
position and bearing.
Wanna move in three minutes.

On it.

Spoon, Terry,
you're on stag.

Joe, for fuck sake.

Get off your big
fat lardy ass and
make like a soldier.

[jets flying over]

Right then.
Time sync.

I've got 07:30.
Coming up in three,

two, one.
Check.

Bollocks. I don't
believe this.

What is it now,
Witherspoon?

Left me watch at
the barracks, Sarge.

Take a breather every
once in a while.

Nice work, Spoon,
you tosser.

Took the words
right off my mouth.

You will take my boot
out of your mouth, Joe,
you twat.

Piss now.

This shit is
totally bone.

The most important
football match of my
life is playing tonight

and I'm stuck at the back
side of beyond without
a six pack or a telly.

That's the army for you.

It's England
v. Germany, man.
Full on footy war.

Well, it's nothing
like this at all,
isn't, 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 exactly who
we're up against on this
harmless exercise.

Who's that then?

Special Forces, you plunker.

Bollocks to them.

All right.
All right.
Listen up.

I'm gonna
make this quick
and to the point.

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?

Mind you don't foul her
in the penalty box.

All right. Ban it,
private parts.

As for 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.

As we're firing blanks,
it doesn't mean we have to
be thinking nice thoughts.

So, you remember,
you put five down.

You get stuck in, you kick
their fucking teeth out
or I guarantee you, Joe,

they will be having your
bollocks for breakfast.

Hard boiled
or fried, Sarge?

Scrambled.

Here, Spoonie.

Oh, smart.

That's nice and new and shinny
doesn't mean it's worth shit.
Remember I want that back.

What about you, Sarge?

Well, I'll count.

Right then, Coop,
what we got?

We're here. The front
line is here.

AWAK reports enemy
positions here,
here and here,

with sweeping patrols
between each of
these bunkers.

Have all the whole sector
wrapped tighter than an
Eskimo's nutsack.

With one exception
right here.

A river crosses the line
through a gorge 30
or 40 feet deep.

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?

More likely I'll need
all the help I can get.

Hey, listen. I know
you think it was a
piss pool cooled you.

Failing selection
and all that, but I got
to say I'm not sorry.

This squad would be
a lot worse without you.

Something I had
to do, you know.

For myself, get it
out the system.

The only people going
into trouble are
Kamikazes.

Glory boys and full
on fucking fatwits.

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 in
Charlie.

Over here, Cooper.
On me head.

Twater.

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
shut you myself. Now, move.

Didn't say a word, Sarge.

(Joe)
Where the hell
are we now?

(Cooper)
I heard a cracking
story about this place.

You what?

People disappear out here.
It happens all the time.

Come on, Cooper.
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. During the night,
something happened.

A rescue team found
the remains of the camp
a couple of days later.

The tent was ripped
to threads and there
was blood everywhere.

The papers said it was
a monster, like the
beast of Bodmin Moor.

The locals claimed
it was an escaped lunatic.

But no one's been caught,
so nothing could be
proved either way.

Every year, more
and more people
come through here.

Every once in a while
they don't come back.
No trace, no bodies.

Just disappear and
never seen again.

[all]
Oh!

[all whistle]

Contact camp.

Tell them the flock is
heading for the fold.

(Cooper)
Then, Bruce,
what scares you?

The self-destructive
nature of the human
condition.

Just taking a piss now.

You think so?

What about you, Spoon?

Castration.

There's no argument
there. Joe?

Only one thing that
puts the shit at me.
A penalty shoot-out.

That figures. Terry?

Watching a penalty
shoot-out...with Joe.

What about you, Coop?

Spiders.
And women.

And, uh, spider women.

[all laugh]

I want to know
what scares the Sarge.

Piss of, man. Nothing
scares the Sarge.

(Sarge)
I don't know
about that.

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
at the back of your neck.

You mean like Spoon?

There's one thing actually
in particular that I'll
remember until the day I die.

It's back in '91,
just before my unit
was flying out to Kuwait

to mop up the last
pockets of resistance.

Me and this young fellow
called Eddie Oswald

decided to go and get a tattoo
done to commemorate our first
trip into the desert.

I remember Ed.
He was a stocky
hard case

with a broken nose
and a bone eye, eh?

Yeah, that's him.
Good-looking fellow.
Big hit with the ladies.

Anyway, me and Eddie,

we had a few drinks.
We had a lot of drinks.

And we went down to
the tattoo parlor, and
I got a desert rat done.

And Eddie being Eddie
wanted something a
bit more meaning.

And being a bit
of a believer,

he said that his soul
still belonged to God.

But his flesh was way
beyond redemption.

It was up to Satan
to save his skin.

So he got this fucking
great laughing devil
tattoo right on his ass.

[all laugh]

Anyway, about six days later,
we were making a regular sweep
along the, uh, Iraqi border.

And, uh, Eddie, poor
fucker, triggered
an antitank mine.

Yeah. We all
saw it happen.
He was on point.

A white, blinding
lightning flash

and a fucking deafening
crack. By the time we picked
ourselves up of the deck,

Eddie was--

He was gone.

Just bits and
pieces of him.

It's all that remained.
This big fucking red
circle a hundred meters.

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, uh,
came across the bit
you recognized.

A bit of an ear,
a toe, a nose,
a tooth.

The thing that really
freaked us out that day

was when left-hand Charlie
found a bit of Eddie
with the tattoo on.

I mean, everything else
was burned to a crisp
covered in claret.

All mushed up,
pocked up.

Not this bit.
This bit was perfect.

And there's old Nick
chalking his fucking
ass all over 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.

Anyway.

Eddie Oswald.

To Eddie.

So, this bloke
walks into a pub

with a dog under his arm.
Puts his arm on the bar,
goes and sits down.

The bartender is
looking and thinking,
"What is going on here?"

He looks back
at the dog and
the dog turns on--

Fucking cow!

Ceasefire, Terry.
Ceasefire.

Terry, what the hell
are you doing?

You're firing
blanks, man.

Is everyone all right?
Is everyone okay?

No. I think
I've shit meself.

Is it dead?

Oh, yeah, it's dead.

Look at the state of it.

Look at the state
of Terry.

[men laugh]

These aren't
entry wounds. More
like teeth marks.

What are you
saying, Cooper?

What he's saying, Terry,
is that it died of
natural causes.

Don't you think
we should call
this in, Sarge?

Aye. Go on
the radio, Bruce.

There's no way I'm about
to break radio silence

'cause you lot got spooked
by a dead flying
fucking cow.

We have this position.
We keep it secure
'til the morning.

Then we reassess
the situation.

Right. I want
a watch posted.

Two on. Four off.
Brucie, Spoon.
You're up first.

Cooper an I
relieve at
0100 hours.

I n the meantime, Terry,
sort your kit out.

The rest of you
get your edge done.

Unbelievable.

[heartbeat]

[heartbeat]

[heartbeat]

[bird sings]

[heartbeat]

[fast heartbeats
and panting]

[growl]

(Joe)
Sarge?

Cow came in
from this direction,
straight off the edge.

From the frying pan
into the fire.

Bleeding to death, it
could've wandered around
for miles before it got here.

It's good of it to leave
some breadcrumbs for
us to follow.

Looking for trouble?

No, Cooper.
Just looking.

Sarge, shouldn't we report
this when we get back?

You're right, Terry, but in
the meantime I'm curious,
and it's on the way.

Come on, lads.

Natural causes
my ass.

[gunshot]

Oh, now what?

(Sarge)
Christ.

What the fucking hell
happened here, Sarge?

This is getting all
bone by the minute.

Jesus Christ, Sarge.

All right, lads.
Get a grip.

We've got casualties.

Ditch your bargains.

Salvage whatever weapons
you can find, and
stand to.

We are now up against
live, hostile targets.

If Little Red Riding Hood
should show up with a bazooka
and a bad attitude,

I'd expect you
to chin the bitch.

Looks like they got hit hard.
Every magazine is full. Nobody
got up a single round.

If they're lost, then
where are the bodies?

Yeah. All right, Corporal.
Get on the net. Call in.

I want an emergency
air lift immediately.

[shouts]

Help me.

Captain?

Ryan? What
happened here?

(Sarge)
Do not tell me
you know him.

Captain Ryan,
Special Ops.

No fucking dog lover.

Spearhead patrol.
This is spearhead
patrol. 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 an
emergency. Code 64.

You 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.

You're receiving?

[groans]

Shit.

What's wrong, Bruce?

I can't find a signal.

Did you check it?

Of course, and I
double checked it
and it worked fine!

All right, Bruce,
stay on it. See
what you can do.

Terry? They must've
had their own comms kit.

Have a look round.
See if you can
find it. Go.

Sarge.

Spoon, have a shift
on the camp. See if
you can find anything else.

Not now, Spoon.

This is spearhead patrol,
are you receiving me?

There was only
supposed to be one.

Jesus! Charnel House
is compromised to fuck!

How is he doing here?

All I know is
he's special forces.

If this is part of our
exercise, it's been
not advertised.

No cap badge,
no insignia.
Just tags.

Some kind of
a covert action?

Covert action or not,
they're packing all
kinds of weird shit.

Tranquilizer darts,
nets, you name it.

It's a special ops mission,
not a fucking safari.

(Terry)
Sarge? We found
that radio.

Shit, I don't believe it.

There was only
supposed to be one!

What's he on about?

Terry, get back
on stag now.

You 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.

If we don't get him somewhere
warm soon, he's gonna die
of hypothermia.

Stay with me, Captain.
Captain Ryan, stay with me.

Sarge.

Not now, Spoon.

I n about half an hour
it's gonna be dark.

Does anybody copy?

Any joy?

The fuses are blown.

Can you fix it?

Maybe it was faulty
or maybe some damp
got in the casing,

but it's fried
the circuits.

Well, if it's
useless, bin it.

I also found this.

It's 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 fixed it so we can't
fucking win.

Ban it, Spoon. Terry,
it's probably some joke.

He didn't want Joe to
hear the footy results.

An early shot.

Anything useful?

Weapons, ammunition.
A couple of magnesium
flares.

That's about it.

All right, lads.
Ditch your ITs.
From here on in

the exercise is well
and truly over.

Anyone not carrying
life rounds, better do.

Bruce.

It won't make
any difference.

They won't die.

This gives me a better
peace of mind, sir.

You want peace of mind?
Run for your lives before
they tear your legs.

You just shut up
like a good gentleman.

You are scaring my lads.

[growling]

Oh, shit.

All right, lads,
grab what you can.

Head to the tree line.
We're moving. Let's go.

Right. I need
a volunteer for
rear guard action.

(Bruce)
I'll do it.

When we clear, you fall back.
We're gonna be there
to cover you.

Off you go.
Bruce, no heroics.

Spoonie, you're on point.
Joe, help Ryan. Terry,
you're up next.

Coop, you and me.
All right, lads,
in front the long grass.

Double time. Go!

Come on, sunshine,
fucking shift it.

[howling]

Come on!

[growling]

[growl]

[growl]

Bruce. Bruce!

[grunting]

Jesus!

Cooper, get out of here!
Jesus, I'm bit, 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!

They're coming!

[whining]

Fuck off.

You can take your orders
and shovel them up
your ass.

Oh, Jesus,
my guts are out.

We'll just put them
back in again.

[shouts]
They're not gonna
fucking fit!

Of course
they'll fit, man.

Here.

Come on.
Come on.

Come on.

Come out of the fog.

[groans]
God.

[growling]

(Terry)
To your rear!

A target!

Target.

Keep moving.

Covering fire.

Backing guard.

Covering fire.

Coming through!

Target.

Reload!

Bloody hell!

Just fucking lie down!

Lads.

On me.
On me!

Stop!

Get in.

Everybody on me!

(woman)
Hurry.

Fire!

[shooting]

Oh, shit!

[thumping]

Just drive.

Now!

They're fucking coming!

Come on, stab it!

Go reverse.

Stab it!

[shouts]

Go forward.

Fuck!

Everything okay
back there? Any more
casualties? Spoon?

No, I'm all right.
What about Bruce?
Where's Bruce?

Bruce is, Bruce
is gone. He's gone.

Fuck it!

Just hang on back there.

Thank you.

It's okay.
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.

And you were here?

I heard gunfire
last night. I knew
someone was out there.

If you weren't already
in trouble, then you
soon would be.

We are. Two men
are down. Both need
medical attention.

We need to dress the
Sergeant's wounds before
we can take him too far.

There's only one
farm in this glen.

The owners are friends.
We can take him in there.

(woman)
Hello?

Nobody home?

I don't know
where they could be.

Nice.

Stand back.

Little pigs. Little pigs.
We've come to nick
your video.

Hey. Sit.

Hey. Sit, sit.

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.

Where the hell
are we now?

Home sweet home.

(Cooper)
Sit him down.

Spoon, get a field
dressing on that wound.

Terry, keep an
eye out front.

Is there a
telephone here?

What? No.

It's still hot, lads.

You can't just
help yourself!

I'm chinstrapped and
I'm bloody starving.
I can't help meself.

It's the training, miss.
Never waits an opportunity
to eat. Come on.

[groans]

Now look what
I'm doing.

Get it down
your necks, lads.

[Sergeant groans]

Hold it, hold it.

Top grub.
What is it?

Don't know, mate.
Looks like pork.

Leave some for us,
you greedy mongrels.

Miss, where is
the nearest phone?

Fifty miles as
a crow flies.

What about the nearest
population center?

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?

The Sarge is in serious
trouble if we don't.

You seem to know
these roads. Will
you take us?

Right now?

Unless your friends are
just gone. This place
may be compromised.

Fine. The sooner
the better. Let's go.

All right.
Spoon, on me.

Everyone else hang by
until we bring
the car about.

Joe, help the Sarge.
Terry, watch him.

The safeties off.

[low growl]

Spoon.

Don't stare back.

I can't help it.

Go.

[growling]

(Cooper)
Move on!

That puts a kibosh
on that plan.

That was my car!

[mixed voices]

Sam, no!

Oh.

Piss off.

[shouts]

Fuck that!

Step back!

Bloody hell!

Get the dog off me.

No.

Pull the dog off me.

Sam.

Shut the dog up!

Sam, come here.

Terry, right flank.
Cover the window.

Christ.

That's bloody
charming, that is.

You incompetent moron!

Do you wanna have
a fucking go like?

Bathroom?

Upstairs. Far
end of passage.

We need to talk, Ryan.

It doesn't look
like I'm going
anywhere.

Joe, Spoon. Looks like
we're staying. You
know what to do.

I want a secure perimeter
with a clear field of fire.

We'll give them something
inviting, right?

I'm on it.

Terry, are you okay?

I'm real craving
for a kebab.

I'll take that
as a yes.

We've got limited ammunition.
I want you to get as many
pots and pan as you can.

Fill them with water
and keep them on the
boil, all right?

Terry, set
the kettle on.

We'll all do
with a brew.

[hammering]

Terry, give us
a hand with this.

[puffs]

To the side.

You fool.

You came here because
of them, right?

I don't have a clue
what they are, and right
now I don't really care.

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?
No, I guess not.

Back door is secure.

What's happening
here, Spoon?

They're still moving around
out there. They're keeping
their distance.

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.

Working as a
team. Looking for
a weakness. A way in.

I'm not about to second-guess
these things. They're the
enemy. As simple as that.

This is no
ordinary enemy.

You know what this
reminds me of?
Rorke's Drift.

A hundred men
of Harlech

making a desperate stand
against ten thousand
Zulu warriors.

Outnumbered,
surrounded.

Staring death
in the face. No
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.

What are we talking
about here? Wolves?

Not entirely wolf, nor
human, but something
in between.

Wolf men?
And 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 asshole.

I like your new
girlfriend, Coop.

How're you feeling?

A touch of gas.

And the fact the various
body parts are trying to
evacuate the premises.

Fucking awful.

Ta.

Cheers.

Attention!

For crying out
loud, man.

Short, controlled bursts.

Do you have
a name, soldier?

Cooper.

Gonna need your
help here, miss.

My name is Megan.

And I know
how to kill--

[groans]

Shit, Sarge, you're
leaking like a sieve.

I need you to get
some Superglue and
some whiskey.

(Megan)
I'll see what
I can do.

Come on.

I'm sorry about the asshole
thing. I've got a mean streak
of mine across.

It's all right.
It's the least of
my worries right now.

(Sarge)
Can you pass me
my gun, please?

Thank you.

Come on, Coop.
Up the wooden hill.

Where are we
going, Coop?

You don't want
to know, mate.

[heartbeat]

[grunting]

What's the glue for?

Never wondered why the best
thing that Superglue sticks
together is your fingers?

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.
Give, give, give.

Are you sure
he should be taking
painkillers with whiskey?

He's earned it.

Is it your
birthday, Coop?

No, mate.

Is it my birthday? Hey!

No. You're gonna thank us
for this in the morning.

I'll tell you something.
I'm gonna fucking thank you.

Right now I'm gonna thank you
because you saved my life.
You got me out of there.

You would've done
the same.

If I'd done the same
fucking thing, I would've
saved Bruce, wouldn't I?

Yeah! Fuck!

[Sarge groans]

[Sarge shouts]

Fuck.

[shouts]

Jesus!

[pants]

Sausages.

I'll tell you
something, miss.

This guy here
is my best mate.

He's the salt of
the fucking Earth.

Don't get me wrong.
The rest of the guys in
the squad are lovely fellows.

Anyone of them
could marry my--

marry my sister
if I had one.

[shouts]

I'll tell you what.
I love him
I love you.

Like the mate
that I, that I love.

Would you like
to be alone?

[groans]

You fucker!

Here.

It's the adrenaline.

I'll stick
and you bond.

I'll tell you something.
Something better get
fucking stuck

'cause this is really
starting to hurt.

Cooper.

Knock me out.
Hit me!

You fucking
pussy. Hit me!

How long have you
lived around 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--

You can't seriously
believe in werewolves.

Straight out of college,
I'd have loved to the
suggestion, but now

I know they are
as real as you and me.

Before tonight
is over, you
will, too.

There.

I think that'll hold.

You've done this before?

Oh, yeah. We glue
people's guts together
all the time out here.

Everyone tooled up?

To the nines.

Keep a fucking eye
over that one.

Right, Terry,
you look sharp.

The rest of you.

We know things are going
from shit to bone to worse
in the last 24 hours.

But if we pull our way
and do the job, we still
have a fighting chance.

No more running.
We stand here.
We fight.

Right?
Any questions?

Just one, Coop.
Exactly, what is it
we're fighting against?

Megan, you wanna
run it pass the boys?

Lycanthropes.

That's werewolves
to you and me.

Are you taking a piss?

Makes perfect
sense to me.

Full moons, silver bullets
and eyebrows that join
in the middle?

Before you dismiss it off
hand, 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.
Try 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.
Megan might have a point.

I'm still not convinced
that these things didn't
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.

Not very good.

Right. Anything else
I should know?

Call signs.
You need to be specific.

Upstairs you've got
Sergeant Wells, who you
seem to know inside and out.

You got Spoon over there.
The vomiting cavalier, Terry.

The big guy
with the ax 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 and 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 the line of
questioning, Private Cooper.

You're 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 on the same
fucking shit. And
we need each other.

I doubt
I need you.

You bloody did
two hours ago.

(Megan)
The Uaths.

Crying like
a baby you were.

That was then.
Circumstances change.

What?

Uath is Celtic.
The family's lived
in this glen for centuries.

So, what was he
doing out there?

I have an idea.

I wanna hear it
from the horse's mouth.

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
manage to run. And
now look at you.

Fine and fit
and sitting pretty.

Hardly the behavior of a
man who until recently was
knocking on death's door.

I have a strong
constitution.

You bloody kidding.

You won't mind if
I have a look at
that wound of yours.

I just assumed
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?

I don't know.

What would you do?

I'd torture him.

(Cooper)
What now?

They shut down
the generator.

Why would
they do that?

Because they can
see in the dark.

And you're all
afraid of it.

This is a pile
of rancid shit!

Now what do you believe?

I'm beginning to believe you.
I think Joe might've
worded it better.

They're on the move.

All right.
This is it.

Mark your targets
and preserve your ammo.

Three-round busts.

We only got one
stun grenade apiece.

So only use them
if absolutely necessary.

Stand to.

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.

You're not there for us,
we're not here for you.

[grunting]

[door banging]

[grunting]

Contact!

[growling]

Die!

[grunting]

[snarling]

Spoon, get down.

[whimpering]

[grunting]

Fuck!

Fire in the hole!

Ah!

[snarling]

[growling]

Cooper!

Hurry!

[beast whimpers]

Cheers, mate.

The Sarge.

[shouts]

[grunting]

Cooper.

Sarge?
Sarge!

Sarge? Sarge, wake up.
Wake up, you fuck.

Sarge!

You fucker.
Wake up.

Sarge!

Fuck off!

[grunting]

[growling]

Dogs.

More like pussies.

[snarling]

[shouts]

You all right?

Oh, yeah, yeah.
I'm peachy, mate.

Coop.

The squad's yours, mate.

They took Terry.

Then we go
and get him back.

You're right.

(Ryan)
Forget about him.

What did you say?

He's dead, Cooper,
and you know it.

Shit!

Somebody must've heard
some gunfire.

Somebody must've
heard something.

Who? The only other house
within 50 miles of here
is mine, and I'm not there.

What about the road,
passers by?

Do you have any idea
what kind of luck you had
running into me tonight?

I thought you
ran into us.

Joe, check upstairs.

Even if anyone did come by,
they'd only end up with
a slaughter like you.

Our really hope
is daylight.

Sunrise is
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.

[howling]

Let's give it a look.

Tell me, honestly,

what are our chances?

The morale seems
good, considering.

It'll only last as long
as the ammunition
holds it.

High spirits it's no
substitute for 800
rounds a minute,

but I don't think
that's what you
want to hear.

Think about it, Cooper.

Up until today you
believed there was a line
between myth and reality.

A very fine line sometimes,
but at least it was
a line.

Those things out
there are real.

If they're real,
what else is real?

You know what lives
in the shadows now.

You may never get
another night sleep
as long as you live.

So why worry, Cooper?
You may not live
that long.

Shut your mouth.

I'm 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 'til 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 there is.

All clear?

Yeah.

You wanna
kill them all?

Yes.

Good. Keep it up.

What's the damage, Spoon?

We might've pissed
on our chips.

We've only got two full
mags for the MP5,

six rounds for the shotgun,
and one spare. Just
in case.

Stay sharp, everyone.

(Spoon)
We're putting fire
down all over.

We fill those things with
lead, and they just kept
coming back at us.

Sixty rounds won't
last two minutes.

So, either we all
fight our way clear,

or the rest of us keep them
occupied but one of us
goes for help.

By the time the cavalry
get here, they'll have what's
left of us between their teeth.

Fucking brilliant.

We either stay
and snuff it,
or we all go.

And snuff it.

Decisions, decisions.

Laugh.

I nearly died.

Who stopped you?

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?

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.

I can do that.

Are you sure?

A piece of piss.

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.

(Cooper)
All right, this is it.
Everyone get ready.

Bollocks.

Joe. Good luck, man.

You don't get off
the hook that easy.

[grunting]

All right, you bastards.

Come on and have a go
if you think you're
naughty enough.

[grunts]

Come on, you beauties!

They took the bait.

Come on!

Spoon, run!

[snarling]

Move your fucking
arse, soldier.

Come on.

I'm trying.

I love it when a
posh bear talks dirty.

Jesus! What's fucking
going on, Cooper?

[mixed screams]

[yelling]

Cut it.

[grunting]

[shouting]

[growling]

Fuck this.

Shit.

[grunting]

He's done it. Ryan, up.
Everyone else downstairs.
Come on, move it.

Move. Move.

You're behind
me, aren't you?

I'm gonna
fucking have you!

[shouting]

Right? Go. Go.

[low grunt]

[snarling]

[howling]

[playing Debussy]

[distant howling]

Well?

She's in a bad way.
A few pumps gone.

Fan belt is bugging.
She's pissing out petrol.

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.

(Cooper)
Well, Ryan,
you heard the score.

Maybe one or two of us
are gonna make it
through this.

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.

Don't 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. I'd
give them my right arm.

To fucking right
it's relevant!

You just can't get
pass the dog, can you?

We're losing, Ryan.
We're three now down,

and we're close to the final
whistle. At the very least
I wanna even score.

I understand
your resentment.

But you failed because
you weren't prepared to
take that extra step.

If you'd passed, you
would've been on my team.

And if you were on
my team, you'd be dead.

Yeah, I failed.
I'm bloody glad of it.

If I was given the choice
of taking orders from
a twat like you

and slogging it out
at these guys, I'll
take the underdogs anytime.

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.

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
the enemy numbers.

Underestimated? I would have
a serious word with your
heads about their intelligence.

It may have been their
invitation, but it
was my party.

I planned it
and executed it.

And 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.

You bastard.

I had to choose somebody.
I remembered you.

Monkey see,
monkey do.

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 hard.

You tricked
something lose.

[shouts]

[groans]

Bad dog.

Fetch.

(Sarge)
Make the shot.

Clear.

Cooper, get down.
I got target.

Werewolves spend most
of their time in human
form, right?

And the only people
from miles around
live right here.

So these things aren't
about to give up the
fight and go home.

They are home.

That makes perfect
sense, don't it?

We bust into their house.
We eat all their porridge.
We sleep in their beds.

No wonder
they're pissed off.

But they're good people.
They're kind people.

More is the pity.

Why?

We're gonna have
to kill them all.

He's right.

What self-respecting werewolf
would have anything silver
in a house anyway?

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 behavior
of a pack.

Six to eight members.
An Alpha pair leading
the subordinates,

and a young male,
the Beta wolf, second
in command. Makes sense.

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 the shovel
on this one.

You wanna get
your own shit.

When we blow that fuse up,
that place is gonna look
like Zabriskie Point.

Yeah, it's easy peesy.

My lime's squeezy.

Listen, Coop.

What about the Sarge?

What about the Sarge?

You know what I mean.

The Sarge is with us.

Yeah, yeah.

I just didn't want him
to go out without
his watch back.

And you stay
out of trouble.

(Cooper)
You all right?

Oh, yeah,
I am fine, Cooper.

I mean, I feel
absolutely fantastic.

That's a problem, isn't it?

Hey?

What if she's wrong?

What if they're not
all in there?

Then we'll get
some of them.

It's a shit lot better
than none of them,

and a marked improvement
on all of us.

No, you listen to me.
You get the fuck out now.

I'll hold them back,
keep them occupied.
You get out.

We've lost enough men
for one night, don't
you think?

Let me show you something.

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.

Stop wasting time
with this hara-kiri crap.

This fight isn't
lost, yet.

With Ryan it only took
a couple of hours.
It's full moon.

Maybe it's like when you need
to take a piss or something.
I don't know.

When you gotta go,
you gotta fucking go.

Maybe it's more than
needing a shite.

Just 'cause you need one,
it doesn't mean you drop
your kegs and pinch one off.

Fucking 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 expla--

explain to Annie why
you had to incinerate me.

We're gonna knock seven
colors of shit out of these
fuckers. We need you.

It's all right,
you know, mate.

It's okay.

I just didn't make it
out this time. That's all.

Because of the job,
you know what I mean?

When I signed my life away
on that doted line, I
fucking meant it.

I am a professional soldier.

So, what do you
want me to do?

Roast their
bollocks off.

All clear.

Good luck.

Light it!

Shit.

Sarge.

[no audio]

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
one with nature. Well,
I got what I wanted.

Now I have
to live with it.

There is no house
in the next glen.

No.

And there were no
werewolves in the
barn when it blew.

Not one.

The reason you're not
in the photograph is
'cause you took it.

I never meant to--

You women.

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.

[groans]

Do you think I like
being part of this
fucked up family?

Do you think I chose
to run with the pack?

No.

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.

Somebody has to put it
out of his misery.

Spoon. Clear.

(Spoon)
Go now!

Spoonie, stop fucking.
It's an order!

[growling]

[growling]

Come on!

[growling]

Sarge?

Sarge?

I'm in the closet.

Open the closet.

[grunting]

(Spoon)
Come on!

[grunting]

[shouts]
You fucking mother!

[shouts]

You're not killing me,
you bastard.

How do you like
the tomatoes, you
fucking bastard?

[shouts]

Come on.

I'm running out, Coop.
I'm running out.

You're a fucking bastard.

Come on!
Come on!

[yells]

I hope I give
you the shits,
you fucking wimp.

[grunting]

You fucker.

Come on, Coop.

[shouting]

Beat it!

Here.

Go away.

Go on, Coop! Get stuck
in mate! Get out of it!
Come on, you fucker!

(Coop)
Go away, you
fucking ass.

Come on!

[grunting]

[grunting]

Cooper, let's get
in the wardrobe, son.

What?

Let's get
in the wardrobe.

All right.

What's that smell?

[whispers]
I don't know.

Fucking hell.

Give me that.

[growl]

Open your mouth.
Watch the ears.
Mind your toes.

Go.

[Sam whimpers]

Where's Spoon?

There is no Spoon.

No, you fucking bastards!

Help me, Cooper.

Get in there.
Get in there!

What are you doing?

Take this. There's
one in the chamber.
I'm fucking bent.

We go together or
we don't fucking go.

It's my last order.
Do not fuck about.
Do not disobey me.

Fuck! Listen.

You have got
to make it alive.

Prove what happened.
Not just for me
or my lads.

For her!

[groans]

Here.

Prove it happened, mate.

Go! Go!

[shouts]

[groans]

[groans]

[grunts]

Sam. Fuck.

What the fuck?

[grunting]

Ryan, have you
tried licking your
own balls, yet?

[grunting]

I forgot. You don't
fucking have any.

[grunting]

Ha!

[groans]

[Sam barks]

[screeches]

You think it's
all over?
It is now.