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- Fucking Jesus Christ.

- Morning, Dean.

- Morning, Ash.

- Looks like you had a good night then, huh?

- Don't fucking start.

We've got a right mess here.

Hope you've not had your breakfast yet.

- Oh Jesus fucking Christ, Ash.

You could have warned me.

What the hell could have done that?

- I don't know.

But it's a right mess.

Good job there's only three of them, eh?

- Three of them?

No no no, there's a lot more than three, Dean.

That house up on West Lane.

Looks like a scene from a horror film.

There's at least eight dead in the back garden.

Honestly, mate, I've never seen anything like it.

The owner was Peter Hudson.

A property developer that's recently moved to the area.

Word on the street, he'd just secured a deal

for a housing development in Baildon.

Yeah.

Let's just say there's a couple of the locals

that weren't too happy about it.

Anyway, it looks like that Peter was actually

having a party to celebrate that deal.

We have a body at the side of the vehicle.

It's a right mess.

Then up at the trig point, we have our 11th victim,

and it looks like his dog too.

We have, however, identified the owner of the vehicle.

And also the other two victims.

- Who is it?

- That in there?

Paul Townend.

A local joiner.

He was here working with victim number two, Danny Collins.

Paul's nephew.

Then we have our third victim.

A Bradley Goodall.

He's the poor bastard that was murdered at the trig point.

- Have you notified the next of kin?

- Yeah.

- Good.

We don't want this all over social media.

- Dean.

This Danny guy.

He was only in his early twenties.

- What a fucking mess.

- Yeah.

- What were they doing up here anyway?

- By the looks of it?

Fly tipping.

- Jesus Christ.

Looks like we've got a right psycho on our hands.

- Yeah.

- See it's happened again.

- What are you to say?

- Murders.

They're happening again.

Well if folks just respect the area

and didn't take the piss, they'd be all right.

Let me guess.

Looks like he's been ripped apart by pack of wolves.

- Wait, what did you...

How the hell do you know that?

- Been going on for years.

You haven't got a clue, have you?

Although, I must say.

Looks a right mess this time.

- How the hell do you know what's happened?

Do you know who did this?

- Can't tell you who did it.

But if folk just respected the area,

they wouldn't have ended up like this.

Nearly whole village knows about it.

You don't 'cause you're outsiders.

- So what you trying to tell us?

These poor people have died because they were fly tipping?

That's a bit harsh, isn't it?

- No, not really.

If you respect the village, and the folk in it,

there'll be no problems.

Unlike these stupid twats.

We don't like outsiders coming to our village.

Bloody fly tipping.

Quad bikes wrecking moors.

Thieving twats.

Even them that don't pick up after their dogs.

We like everything just the way it is.

You take the piss, and you get dealt with

whether you live here or not.

- What's your name?

- My name? Bill.

Bill's me name.

- Well Bill, I think you need

to accompany us to the station.

Don't you?

There's a couple of questions I want to ask you.

- Get your fucking hands off me, you silly twat!

You have no idea who you're messing with.

- Listen Bill, if you just want to come with us

to the station so we can ask you

a few questions, that's all we ask.

- Bill?

(demonic laugh)

- I suppose you want a walk then, do you?

All right, let me get myself sorted out.

Right, luv, I'll just take the dog for a walk!

- Okay, well don't forget your keys

'cause I'm going to Peter's party.

Oh, and the poo bags 'cause I know what you're like!

- Yeah, I know!

Come on, boy.

Let's get you walked.

And get me some peace and quiet.

- I heard that!

- You were supposed to!

Come on, boy.

Let's go.

- Hang on, hang on, there's a dog walker here.

Just wait for them.

So come on then, tell me about this lass you've been seeing.

Been a couple of months now, hasn't it?

It's not like you there usually running

to the hill after a couple of weeks.

- Ha ha, you're funny aren't you?

We've been together for over a year now,

and she's called Sarah, by the way.

- Ooh, excuse me, it must be serious.

- Yeah. We are.

- Next thing you'll be telling me she's pregnant.

No fucking way.

- Yes fucking way.

She seven months gone.

- Jesus wept my life!

Does your mum know?

- Yeah.

Obviously.

Everyone knows but you.

- Hang on a minute, how come I'm always the last

to find out what's going on in this family?

- Because you're Uncle Knobhead, that's why.

- Thank you very much indeed.

I love you too.

You know you actually have to have sex to have babies.

You know that don't you?

- Yeah.

I do, and obviously we have.

More than once.

Otherwise she wouldn't be pregnant.

- Whoa! TMI, man!

(laughs) Look at you, Mr. Nymphomaniac.

I'm surprised she can still walk.

- And this is why you're known as Uncle Knobhead.

- Yeah, well this Uncle Knobhead needs a piss.

Now come on, crack on.

- Logan!

(Logan panting)

Logan wait up!

God's sake.

Oh Christ.

What's she been feeding you?

Bollocks!

(Logan barks)

Fuck it never mind.

Logan?

(creature growling)

Logan, boy!

Boy, what are you growling at?

(Logan barking)

Logan!

Where are you, you dickhead?

Logan!

(creature growling)

Logan!

Logan!

(monstrous growl)

(Logan whines)

(ominous music)

Logan?

(creature growling)

Jesus fucking Christ.

(dramatic sting)

(monstrous roar)

(suspense music)

(creature growls)

(heavy breathing)

(creature growls)

Oh fuck.

(dramatic sting)

(creature growls)

(monstrous roar)

(growling)

Jesus.

(screams)

(monstrous roar)

- What the fuck was that?

- I didn't hear nothing.

Probably a sheep.

Oh no, I know what it is.

Bet it's devil worshipers.

I've heard they come up on moors

at night sacrificing children.

- Seriously, not funny at all.

(monstrous roar) (man screaming)

- Now tell me you heard that.

- Yeah.

(creature growling)

(tense music)

- Oi!

Is everything all right up there?

- Maybe we should call the police.

- Oh yeah, that's a good idea.

I'm sure they'll be more interested

in what we're doing than the screaming up on moors.

(creature growling)

Right, that's it.

Danny, go get in the van.

(creature growling)

(ominous music)

- Fuck!

Fuck, fuck!

Fuck!

- Danny, get in the van now!

(creature growling)

Fuck this.

(dramatic sting)

Get in the fucking van!

(phone ringing)

(Danny screams)

Danny!

(screaming continues)

Fuck, where are the keys?

Keys, keys!

Oh shit!

Fuck.

- [Danny] Help me, Paul!

- I'm sorry, Danny lad.

(screaming continues)

- Why aren't you answering your phone?

You best not be in the pub with Paul again.

You were supposed to be going out with me tonight.

I swear to God, if I find out

you're in the pub with Paul, when you get home

you're gonna wish you were a dead man!

(eerie music)

(heavy breathing)

- I'm sorry.

(creature growling)

(heart beating)

(tense music)

Come on then.

Come on then!

Come on then!

Come on then!

Come on!

(monstrous roar)

- Listen, I don't care what he said.

If he won't take the money, you know what to do.

- [Hired Man] But his wife and kids are here.

- I don't give a shit if his wife and kids are there.

We can't look weak.

Make an example.

- [Hired Man] What do you have in mind?

- Start with his wife.

- [Hired Man] Fuck's sake.

- Ring me when it's done.

- [Hired Man] All right.

- Speak to you later.

- [Hired Man] Will do.

- [Victim] No! No!

(call ends)

(door opens)

- [Marie] Come on, Dad! What are you doing?

They're waiting for you outside.

- All right, sorry, I had to take that call.

I'll be right out.

(creature growling)

Well thank you all for coming tonight.

And thank you for your hard work over the last few months.

I know it's not been easy.

I know it's been a challenge.

But we did it.

And as I said when we first started this journey.

Be patient.

Expect the unexpected.

(creature growling)

And whenever possible, be the unexpected.

(creature growling)

Life is too short.

So cheers, everyone.

And here's to the next chapter in our lives.

- [Group] Cheers.

(monstrous roar)

(creature growling)

(tense music)

(camera clicking)

- Hope you've all got an appetite.

(monstrous roar)

(party guest gasps) (dishes shatter)

(door locks)

- Oh fuck.

(monstrous roar) (party guests screaming)

- Whoa!

(screaming continues)

- Open the door! Open the door!

- No!

- Open the door!

Open the fucking door!

(screaming continues)

Open the door!

(photographer screams)

(screaming continues)

(creature growling)

(Peter screams) (monstrous roar)

(death gurgle)

(gasps)

(photographer groans)

- Help.

Me.

(creature growling)

(monstrous roaring)

(party guest screams)

(roaring continues)

(eerie music)

- Wow.

That's an interesting story.

But you don't really expect us to believe that, do you?

- Well it's the truth.

You believe what you want.

- So Bill, just for the record,

how long have you lived around here?

- Baildon.

Lived here about 40 years now.

Moved from Helmsley, North Yorkshire

with me mum back in '80s.

We needed a fresh start after what happened to me dad.

- What happened to your dad?

- It was some years back now,

though it seems like yesterday to me.

My dad were brutally murdered by some local farmers.

Shot him down like a dog, they did.

Said it were dark and they mistook him

for some madman who allegedly attacked

a couple of ramblers as they were passing through.

Bunch of bastards.

He were a good man, my dad.

Broke me mum's heart, it did.

She could never forgive him.

That's why we moved away.

- Jesus Christ.

You've had a really rough ride.

I'm sorry to hear that.

- Thanks.

Anyway, what time is it?

- 7:15 PM.

- I really need to go now.

You don't understand.

You gonna charge me with something or not?

- When I asked you earlier.

About what happened in the moors.

You told us nothing.

You realise it's a crime to withhold information

from an investigation, don't you?

I could do you with perverting

the course of justice, my friend.

- I've said it before, and I'll say it again.

I need to go now.

You don't understand!

- Well Bill, if you don't start talking,

and tell us what you know, then you're gonna

end up in a cell for the night.

Maybe that will refresh your memory.

- Like I said, you don't understand.

(demonic laugh)

(suspense music)

(monstrous roar)

(officers screaming)

(creature howls)

(rock music)

♪ Running through the dark ♪

♪ Silver lining refuses to die ♪

♪ Then you hear the bark ♪

♪ As all your hopes die ♪

♪ Yet you keep running ♪

♪ You knew what you were you doing was wrong ♪

♪ Oh how you're ♪

♪ Torment shall be long ♪

♪ Circled by darkness ♪

♪ You wither in fear ♪

♪ But refuse to accept ♪

♪ Your undeserving fate is here ♪

♪ Your body suffers devastation ♪

♪ Because you acted in desperation ♪

♪ Praise the howl, fear the growl ♪

♪ May you rest in pieces ♪

(guitar solo)

♪ We feel comforted ♪

♪ In our cage of thorns ♪

♪ Want, and burned, by a thousand dogs ♪

♪ They feast for their salvation ♪

♪ Please don't save us from our damnation ♪

(man screams)

(birds chirping)

(groans)

(stomach gurgles)

- Fucking hell.

Not again.

(monstrous roar)

(rock music)

♪ Circled by darkness ♪

♪ You wither in fear ♪

♪ But refuse to accept that ♪

♪ Your undeserving fate is here ♪

♪ Your body suffers devastation ♪

♪ Because you acted in desperation ♪

♪ Praise the howl, fear the growl ♪

♪ May you rest in pieces ♪