All language subtitles for Krampus.Unleashed.2016.HDRip.XViD-ETRG

- Who's that?

Somebody out there?

You best make yourself known

before I light you up.

- Christ, Harvey, a bit jumpy, aren't we?

- Shit.

You tryin' to get a drop on me?

You're lucky I didn't blow your heads off.

- Yeah, that's me, Mr. Lucky.

Anything yet?

- Rawlings and Lightfoot have been
up there all day with that Kraut.

I'm startin' to think this whole
thing's nothin' but a waste of time.

If there was somethin' here,

it was cleared out long time ago.

That old German's got
us on a fool's errand.

- He used to run with
the Klaus Younger crew.

Bunch of crazy old Germans robbed

every bank and stage from here to Texas.

Now if he says this is where
old Eric Klaus buried his loot,

I think it's worth lookin' into.

- Hmm.

If you say so.

- Find anything, Ben?

- Nothin'.

- Maybe we're diggin' in the wrong spot.

- Boy's got me diggin'
five holes today already.

Maybe this whole damn
thing's just a waste of time.

- What's he sayin'?

- Nothin' friendly to be sure.

- I said if you Americans dig

as much as you talk,

we'd be to China by now.

- Ain't likin' that mouth on you, ole boy.

- Hey, you don't touch me,
you!

I will kill you!

- Hey!

- Stuff it, kid.

There ain't no Kraut gold down there.

- You quit now, Ben, you lose your share.

- It's fine by me.

You say somethin', sugar?

- Yeah, I said go!

Be gone!

- Well I don't take orders

from the likes of you.

- Oh really?

- Hey, fellas!

- I'll kick your ass.

I'll put you in that hole...

- Fellas!

- You want some of me?

I'll bury you in that fuckin' hole.

- Hey, hey.

- I think
we got somethin' here.

- I told you!

- Shut up, man.

Help me dig.

- Come on.

- Oh!

- This is it, Clayton, payday.

The hell?

- Looks like laundry.

- Shit!

Don't that just beat all?

The great Klaus Younger treasure

ain't nothin' but a
pile of dirty skivvies.

Too bad we listened to you, Kraut.

- Wait, I feel somethin'.

- Shit, find of the decade.

Good goin', Clay.

You found yourself a shiny new rock.

- No, Klaus wouldn't
have buried it out here

if it wasn't worth somethin'.

- It, it's got
some kind of writin' on it.

- Yeah, symbols.

Bring that light here.

- What?

- What language you suppose that is?

- It's ancient German.

Stones like this have existed
since the dawn of time.

And when they appear,

they bring nothing but
great evil with them.

- You can read that?

- Yeah, I know what it means.

It's a summoning stone.

- Looks like a piece of coal to me.

- Yeah, it's coal.

Coal that was placed into the shoes

of those who were cursed.

Those who angered the old gods.

- That is some story, ole boy.

- St. Nicholas himself
possessed just such a stone.

He stole it from the pagans.

He sent it to his enemies as a warning.

To those who would not convert.

To those who opposed him.

- St. Nicholas?

- Yeah.

- You mean Santa Claus?

You boys hearin' this shit?

- Look, please, you must put it back.

Please put it back.

This is not something that
you wish to trifle with.

Please.
- Cursed stones.

Santa Claus.

Well I've heard about enough.

- Hey, hey, hey, hey!

- Get your damn hands off it, Ben!

Oh!

- Shit, look at that.

- This ain't right.

- You mean that might be worth something?

- It means we're all dead.

We're all dead men!

You stupid fools!

You have awakened him!

- Who?

- Krampus!

- Bullshit.

That's what I say.

- What the hell is that?

- He's coming!

- I don't like this, Clay.

- You stupid fools, we're all dead men!

You've damned us!

- Let's get outta here.

- Yeah, you called it, pardner.

- Christ crucified, what the hell is that?

- Sounds closer than before.

- I'm not stayin' to find out.

- Oh God!

- Get outta here!

- Clay!

- Run!

- Oh my God!

¶ Oh the weather outside is frightful ¶

¶ But a fire is so delightful ¶

¶ Since we've no place to go ¶

¶ Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow ¶

¶ It doesn't show signs of stoppin' ¶

¶ And I brought some corn for poppin' ¶

¶ The lights are turned down low ¶

¶ Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow ¶

¶ When we finally kiss good night ¶

¶ Good night ¶

¶ How I hate to go out in the storm ¶

¶ Oh no ¶

¶ But if you really hold me tight ¶

¶ All the way home I'll be warm ¶

¶ The fire is slowly dyin' ¶

¶ Dyin' ¶

¶ And, my dear, we're
still goodbye-ing ¶

¶ Goodbye ¶

¶ As long as you love me so ¶

¶ Love me so ¶

¶ Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow ¶

¶ Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow ¶

¶ But as long as you love me so ¶

¶ Let it snow, let it snow, let it snow ¶

¶ Oh yeah ¶¶

- Okay, according to the nav system,

we're on the homestretch.

- How ya doin', kiddo?

- I'm okay.

- But?

- It's just weird.

It doesn't really feel
like Christmas this year.

- Lots of places don't
snow at Christmastime.

- I know.

- And aren't you excited
to see Nana and Grandpa?

- I can't even remember them.

- I know, honey.

It's been way too long
since you've seen them.

And that's one of the
reasons we're doing this.

And your cousin Troy will be there.

- I hate Troy.

- Tommy,

we don't hate anyone, buddy.

- But he always tries to mess with me.

- And he's a total little perv.

When they came to visit us last year,

I caught him trying to take pictures of me

through my window.

- That's not good.

- Well, it's been almost a year

since we last saw our my
brother and his family.

Maybe Troy's grown up.

- Well here's hopin' we can
say the same for your brother.

- Funny.

- You made it.

So good to see you, sweetheart.

- You, too, Mom.

- Hi, Will.

- Good to see you again.

- This can't be Fiona, she's all grown up.

- Not quite.

- And Tommy.

- Hi, Grandma.

- So big.

- Hey, welcome to the casa.

- Hey, Daddy!

- That's my girl.

Will.

- Dale.

- How was your flight?

- Oh, it was better than the drive.

- I heard that.

Well maybe the next time
you all come to visit,

we can build an airstrip for ya.

- Oh stop.

- What, we don't have enough land?

- Let's get you all settled in.

Dale, will you help Will with the bags?

- Yeah.

- Amber, I have
your old room prepared

for you and Will.

And I thought Tommy and Troy

could stay in the sun room.

And that leaves the blue room for Fiona.

- Perfect.

- Whoa.

- I'll say.

- Well, I see you fellas
met ole Blackfoot.

Now he's what you
call a real man-eater.

- Really?

- Yeah, when Amber was a baby
and David was a little guy,

that would've made me
about your age, Will,

when I first encountered ole Blackfoot.

I swear, his eyes are faded now,

but, if you look real close,

you can still see that look in 'em.

- What look is that?

- Hunger.

See, when an animal gets a taste for man,

he goes crazy for it,

becomes an absolute beast.

He just can't get enough of it.

- This guy?

- Yep.

Across the valley is the Rogers' ranch.

Now, it seems ole Blackfoot
had acquired a taste

for old man Rogers' cows.

So he and his two sons decided

they were gonna put him down.

Now they picked up his track easy enough.

But it was that night,
when they made camp,

that's when he got 'em.

- He killed them?

- Eviscerated would be a better word.

He chopped those bodies up so badly

that you couldn't tell
where one victim ended

and another one began.

- Crazy!

Is this you?

- Yeah, that's me and ole Blackfoot.

You know, I could say
that it was due to skill,

but, really, it was pure luck.

I came across him at suppertime,

chewin' on an elk.

And it still took more
than half a dozen rounds

from my .308 to bring him down.

- Scary.

- I'll say.

Now when an animal gets the hunger,

he becomes more than a beast.

He becomes

stronger,

quicker,

smarter,

and if you were to get the drop on him,

it's only because he let ya.

You see, he's lost all fear of man.

And he just gets cocky.

- Mornin', Rog.

- Sam.

- Find the big one?

- Naw, man.

Tracks have been scarce
up by Clayton's Pass.

- Well, you just keep lookin'.

Eventually, you'll find him.

- Yeah, that I will, man.

- Sam, why the hell are you
encouragin' this nonsense?

- Nonsense?

Shit.

Take a look at this.

- Lemme see.

- What does that look like to you?

- Blurry nonsense.

- Shit, girl, you're crazy.

I took this photo myself not two days ago.

And not a stone's throw
from Hangman's Wash.

I'm gettin' close.

I can feel it.

- Well, know what I think?

I think you need to stop gettin' drunk

before you go huntin'.

- Later, Sam.

- Huh.

- What?

- Low fuel light just came on.

- Yeah?

- I thought we'd make it
there before running low.

Still, 600 miles is not
too bad on a single tank.

Troy?

- Yeah, Dad, that's great.

Happy for you, Dad.

- Well, we still got a ways to go,

so if nature's calling, now
would be a good time to go.

- Uh, no way am I peeing here.

- I grew up here, babe.

There's nothin' to be afraid of.

Guess I need to fill up.

- I'm sorry, cash only.

- Really?

You can't be serious.

- I'm serious.

- Shit.

You got an ATM?

- Yep.

- Great, where is it?

- It don't work.

- Well that's, that's lovely.

That's lovely.

- You, uh, got a bathroom around here?

- Yep, but that don't work either.

- Well shit.

- David, I don't like it here.

That strange man over there,

he keeps staring at me.

- Take it as a compliment.

Just means you still got it.

I need some cash.

What do ya got?

Let me see your purse.
- Hey!

- Honestly?

It's a total mess.

- Sorry it's not up to
your rummaging standards.

- Yep, that's it right there, man.

Told you.

No doubt.

We're gettin' closer,
Roger, I can feel it.

- Yes we are, man.

- Closer to what?

- Close to the mother lode, man.

- The mother lode?

- Yep, yep, yep.

- Hey, take a look, take, take a look

at that right there.

You ever seen a track like that before?

Naw, you ain't, have ya?

You wanna know how come you ain't

never seen a track like that before?

Ain't no man makes a track like that.

And no beast neither.

Tell you what, exceptin' for him.

- Him?

- Sasquatch.

- What?

- You know, Bigfoot?

Jesus Christ.

- You're kidding, right?

- No!

- Bigfoot?

- What, you don't watch
the History Channel?

- God.

Aha!

20 bucks.

At least this'll get us outta here.

- Glad to hear it.

- All right, Terry, man,

now to triangulate this correctly,

we need to start up on the 15 mile marker

by old Route Nine.

- That makes sense.

- Gosh, "makes sense"?

You guys are priceless.

- Man, what the hell are you doin'?

- Believe me, guys, this is going viral.

- You need to get the
hell outta here right now.

- Make me.

- Ah, you little shit!

- You best do what the man says.

- Get that outta my face, son.

- Come on, Troy, now.

Troy!

- Wait, they're getting mad.

This is the best part.

- You best do what the man says

before they wind up cleanin' up

what's left of your ass
with a goddamn spatula!

- Good one.

- Troy!

- Go run off to your dad, boy.

- Have fun.

- Is that Will's car?

- It's a rental I guess.

I doubt they drove all
the way from Atlanta.

- Well, we know somebody who doesn't care

about his carbon footprint.

Okay.

Let's get this party started.

- David, come here and give me a hug.

- Hey, Mom.

- Troy.

Hey!

- What?

- Get outta the car and
say hello to your family.

- So lame.

- That must be Dave now.

- You ready for this, buddy?

- Are you?

- Hey, babe.

- Hey, Will.

- Hey, Dave.

- It's David.

- Right.

Sorry, David.

You remember Tommy?

- Of course.

How's it goin', big guy?

- Good.

- You remember your cousin Troy?

- Fiona, you are just
gorgeous, aren't you?

- Thanks, Aunt Viv.

- Troy, let's put the phone away

and join the rest of the Homo sapiens.

Say hello to your uncle and your cousin.

- What's up?

- So, Tommy's in what grade now?

- Seventh.

- Seventh?

God, how time flies.

- That's me.

- Santa Claus

will know if you were nice to him.

Where's your sister?

- Shit.

- Hey, you know we are having dinner soon.

- So?

- So, your aunt and your grandmother

have gone to a lot of trouble

to make a meal for everyone.

- She makes Daddy angry.

- Good for them.

- So sad that she cries.

- And you,
does she make you sad?

- I'm sorry about that.

He's just going through some phase.

- Not at all.

He reminds me of his father
when he was that age.

- She makes Daddy angry.

She makes Mommy sad.

So sad that she cries.

- And you,
does she make you sad?

- Want some?

- No thanks.

- What are you reading?

- Oh, this is an old story.

- Older than you?

- Yeah, even older than me.

- What you guys watchin'?

- I don't know, some Christmas thing.

- It's a Christmas story.

- Can you read it to me?

- Yeah, 'tis the season for
gross commercialization.

- And this one
used to give me nightmares.

- Troubling, isn't it?

- What's that?

- Being surrounded by all this murder.

You know, for years I wouldn't
set foot in this place.

- Really?

- But then I realized I
need to be more tolerant

to those less evolved.

- Good for you.

- Who's that?

- Who, that?

- Hey,

is that thing real?

- I'm sure it is, Tommy.

Let's not touch it.

- It's okay, Tommy, Grandpa wouldn't mind.

- How much this thing worth?

- I don't know, what's
gold trading for today?

Uh, it's like 50, 60 bucks an ounce.

That's easy 25, 30 ounces, so

that would be, um...

- It's more like $1,800 an ounce.

- For this little thing?

- You guys wanna know the really
interesting part about it?

Grandpa Dale found that
on this very property.

- No shit?

- No!

Yeah, I mean.

He was panning for gold in the creek.

These hills are full of gold.

Hey, I got an idea.

You boys ever been pannin' for gold?

- No.

- What do ya say I show you how?

- I don't think that's a good idea, Dave.

I mean, dinner's comin'
up here pretty soon.

- Aw, come on, Will, the creek's

a five minute walk from here.

- I don't know if I'm up for that, Dave.

- Come on, Dad, it'll be fun.

- All right, well, ask
Grandma and your mom

if it's okay.

- We've got plenty of time.

I'll get Grandpa's panning kit.

- Hey, Fran.

So what'd your horoscope say today?

- "You will spend another
Christmas Eve alone

"in a small dispatch station."

- Fran, it's not that bad.

Hey, just, just hear me out.

How 'bout this?

How 'bout you and I, we'll just sing

Christmas carols to each
other over the radio?

- So how'd you got stuck
on the holiday shift?

- Uh, just lucky I guess.

- Yeah.

How's the little lady
gonna feel about that?

- Well, actually, she moved
the rest of her stuff out

last week.

- Oh, I'm sorry.

I didn't know.

I liked that one, too.

- Yeah, well, you didn't
have to live with her.

- Hey, I hear that.

- Boom!

Single life.

I gotta get back on the saddle.

You mind if I grab a cookie?

- Watch out for falling reindeer turds.

- All right, reindeer turds.

All right, have a good night.

- Yeah, see ya.

- This is stupid.

You didn't tell me how
far it was gonna be.

- Come on, son, show a little backbone.

Not even been half a mile.

- Whatever.

- Over here looks like a good spot.

Boys, let me show ya how it's done.

- You know, I never took you

for the outdoors type.

- Okay, see that?

Once you get a nice amount like this,

just swirl the pan.

Hey, Troy, wanna give it a try?

- Pass.

- Okay.

Tommy, how 'bout you?

- Go ahead, Tommy.

Give it a shot.

- Like this?

- Good, just like that.

Now try and sift through it.

Tip it so you can drain the water out.

- Oh!

- Be careful.

- It's okay, Tommy.

Just go ahead and give it another try.

- Smell that?

- What?

- He's smoking again.

Hey, Troy!

Unbelievable.

I can smell that cigarette.

- What?

I'm not smokin'.

- Yeah, sure you're not.

- Am I doin' this right, Dad?

- Honestly, I don't know, buddy.

I don't even think your
uncle really knows either.

- Tryin' to strike it rich?

- Hi.

- You're not gonna get anything that way.

Here,

lemme see your pan.

Thanks.

Okay, so.

Without a sifter, you wanna start

with just a little bit, like

that.

Just put in some water.

Just a little, yeah, there ya go.

Yeah, get some of the dirt, yeah,

and the wet off.

There ya go.

Good job, bud.

- Oh, perfect.

Well, we appreciate the help.

- Yeah.

- I'm Will.

- Oh, Bonnie.

- This is my son Tommy.

- Nice to meet you both.

- So, I take it you're from around here?

- Yeah, born and raised.

- Oh, very cool.

- Mm hmm.

- Oh, hi.

I'm uh, I'm Dave.

- Hi, Dave, I'm Bonnie.

- Yeah, yeah, I, uh, it's David actually.

My, my name's David.

- Mine's still Bonnie.

- Yeah.

- You guys done?

This is beyond lame.

- That's, that's my boy Troy.

- Hey!

I can't find my way back alone

and I'm fuckin' bored!

- Yeah, you know, teenagers, right?

- Hey, this is the dumbest
thing I've ever done.

Whoa.

How are you doin'?

- I'm good.

- Okay, Will, I'm sure
supper's ready by now.

- Yeah.

- So, uh, it was, it was a pleasure

meetin' you, Bonnie.
- Yeah.

Yeah, it was nice to meet you.

I'll see y'all later.

- See ya around.

- Now that was one sweet piece of ass.

- Really, is that how you
refer to women, is it?

- What?

- Let's go, come on.

- Are we going now?

- Yes.

- Thank you.

- Hey, Dad, what is that?

- What?

- I don't know.

- Looks like
it could be onyx maybe?

It's interesting.

- It's a rock.

- It's so smooth.

- Yeah, could be an onyx.

Can I see it?

It's light.

- It's really boring.

- Very interesting find, Tommy.

Way to go.

- Think your uncle's jealous.

- Hey, Bonnie.

- What do you want, Dan?

- Well, it is Christmas.

I figured I'd just stop by and say hello.

I mean, I like what you've
done with the place.

Nice.

- Hi, you need to leave.

- Why?

Is he here?

- He has a name.

- Yeah, I, I know,

but he also has a record, too.

But I bet you didn't know that.

- Seriously?

- Your man has a real lead foot.

He's had his license suspended twice

because he doesn't pay his fines.

- You're doing background
checks on my new boyfriend.

Do you have any idea how creepy that is?

- Hey, look, I'm just lookin' out for you.

- Well you need to stop
looking out for me.

It's over, Dan.

Take a hint.

- Oh, I,

I didn't see you there.

- It's 'cause I'm not.

Just pretend you can't see me.

- 'Kay.

- Why are you so fascinated
by that stupid rock?

- I just think it's cool.

- Man, you're easy to impress.

Give it to me.

- Give it back, Troy!

- What, you're gonna
tell your daddy on me?

- Dumbass.

- Troy.

Where are you?

You're smoking again, aren't you?

- No I'm not.

- I can smell it.

- See, no cigarettes.

- Well come inside.

Your father needs your
help with his laptop.

- Later.

- Now!

- Damn.

Fine.

- Shit.

Wow.

I, I wasn't...

- Shut up!

- Easy.

- Hands up.

What you doin' outside my window?

- I was just trying to...

- Save it!

- Look, if you just let me explain.

- Ooh, what's that little thing?

- Well, that would be my...

- Turn around.

So this is how you surprise me?

- I told ya I was coming
home for Christmas.

- Mm hmm.

I should kick your ass
for sneaking up on me.

- What?

Thought you liked games like that.

And besides, I had to make sure

I wasn't being followed.

It was kinda risky considering
your ex carries a gun.

- Fuck that.

Wait.

- What?

- You hear that?

It's the oven timer.

- Okay.

- Dinner's ready.

- And?

- You don't feel like eating?

- My mind's kind of on
other things right now.

- First rule of survival?

You gotta eat.

- Well shit.

- Oh.

Oh, it's on.

You hear that, Roger?

- Oh yeah.

- Got the night vision camera?

- Right here, man.

- What about that
heat-sensin' thingamajig?

- That's a big
ten-four, ole buddy.

Isn't that a .50 cal?

- Yes it is, man.

- That's a lot of firin' power.

- Should be enough, man.

- Enough for what?

- Man, what do you
mean "for what?"

We gotta take that son of a bitch down.

- Well, wait, wait,

you mean kill him?

That's the plan?

- Yeah, that's always been the plan.

Don't tell me you have
a problem with that now.

- Well,

shit, I'don't know, maybe.

- Come on.

- He could be the last of his kind

in the whole dang world for all we know.

- Come on, man.

What are you, fuckin' Greenpeace now?

- No, I just,

shootin' somethin' that's one of a kind

just don't seem right.

- It don't seem right?

Well obviously you ain't
never heard of Darwin,

you know, natural selection and shit.

- Did he used to drive that blue Chevy?

- What, man?

No!

Darwin was like 1,000 years ago

or somethin', man.

Talked about survival of the fittest.

Okay?

So the way I see it is if this thing

really is just runnin' around out there,

last of its kind,

shit, man,

we're just takin' our part

in the natural selection of things.

- I don't know.

- Look at it like this then, okay?

What if he is out there and, you know,

we find him,

what are we gonna do then, man?

- Well, I,

we'll be the famous as shit boys

who found Bigfoot.

- Man, not if we can't prove it, man.

We'll end up just goin' home,

same laughingstock we are right now.

- We're a laughingstock?

- Come on, Terry, what?

How can you be so disconnected, man?

- Well, I, I...

- You don't hear all that laughter?

All them murmurin' people
do underneath their breath

when you walk by?

Shit.

- Guess I never noticed.

- Yeah, well I do.

And everybody thinks it, man.

- Thinks what?

- Man, they think, "Here
come Roger and Terry, man.

"Two guys who are gonna find Bigfoot.

"Couple of fuckin' screws
loose in their head," they say.

- I never knew.

But, hey, we got a camera.

We got a heat-sensin'
thingamajig.

They're gonna have to believe us.

- Man, nobody's gonna have
to believe anything, man.

That's not gonna be good enough.

Not even close.

All right?

We got no options.

No matter which way you look at it, man,

this boy's goin' down.

- All right, so

what you're sayin'

is it's him or us.

- Yeah.

- Well, fuck it.

Guess you're right.

- No, man, I am right.

Now let's go.

- Merry Christmas, baby.

- Merry Christmas to you.

- You know, you
don't have to do that, Will.

- It's no problem.

- You're a good man.

Drink?

- What is that stuff?

- Well now, this

is Mr. Dale Henderson's
personal reserve.

- Moonshine?

Why not?

- Good answer.

- Oh God.

- Makes the hair on your
balls stand up, doesn't it?

- I'll say.

Wow.

- Want another one?

- Absolutely.

- Still can't get signal out here.

- Honey, give that thing a rest.

- Oh, oh, oh shit.

- What the hell?

- Troy, what are you doing?

- He was filming me again.

- Go to bed, Troy.

- You're kidding, right?

The pet rock.

You're sleepin' with it now?

- Leave me alone.

- Whatever.

You know, your sister's pretty hot.

- She's your cousin.

- So?

It's legal in some places.

Got a signal, finally!

- Now if you only had someone to call.

- Shut up.

- Wow, man.

- What?

- Keep it down.

- You talked first!

- Shh, Terry, keep it down, man.

- Dagnabbit, what?

- He's out here, man.

I can feel it.

- I don't feel nothin', I don't feel shit.

- No, man.

He's definitely been out here.

Matter of fact,

he's still here.

You can bet on it.

Oh, man, do you see that?

- No!

- Right there in them bushes, man.

A dead man coulda seen that.

- God damn it, wait for me!

- Damn, man.

It's a rabbit, man.

- That's you, Rog,

that's Peter Cottontail.

- Fuck, man.

- Oh God, oh you should,

you shoulda seen your face.

Oh goddamn, your brow all gruesome,

lookin' mean as a rattlesnake.

"He, he's here, Terry.

"I, I got him."

Oh goddamn, what
a hoot.

- Ha, ha, Terry, man.

Funny as always.

- Oh my God!

Oh, oh, wait, wait until I tell people.

No, no, there he was, ole Rog,

facin' down the creature, fearless,

regular fuckin' Sylvester Stallone he was.

Put Grizzly Adams to shame with that.

- Have your laugh, Terry.

Swear to God, man.

You hear that, man?

- What was that?

- I don't know, man.

It sounds like it's gettin' closer.

- Sounds like a stampede.

- Wait.

Is it gone?

- I'm not likin' this.

- Me neither, man.

- I think we should
head back to the truck.

- Yeah, I'm all right with that.

- Rog?

- That was.

- Yeah it was.
- Yeah.

- I'll be right back.

- Okay, what the hell?

Is someone there?

- James?

James.

Babe, where'd you go?

- Whoa.

This is too weird.

- I, uh, I gotta tell you somethin', Dale.

This, this is some really good stuff.

- You might wanna sit down

before you fall down.

- I'm okay.

- Mr. Henderson!

It's Bonnie Tyler, you gotta let me in!

- The noise?

- You expectin' somebody?

- No.

- Mr. Henderson,
please open the door!

Please open the door!

Mr. Henderson,
please open the door!

Please open the door!

Please let me in!

- Bonnie, are you okay.

- You gotta call 911 right now.

- What, why?

- Please just let me in!

- What's goin' on?

- Something attacked us
and now James is dead.

- Bonnie, why are you
dressed in a bathrobe?

- You got a land line?

- Yeah, it's right through the kitchen.

- Damn it, pick up, pick up, pick up.

- Two sheets, guys?

Really?

All right, I'm comin'.

South Tower 911, what is your emergency?

- Yes, you gotta send help.

I, I'm at my neighbor's.

Um, I've been attacked
by some kind of creature,

and now my boyfriend is dead.

- Come again, ma'am?

You said a creature killed your boyfriend?

- I fired a ton of buckshot
but it just kept coming.

- Everything okay out here?

- Okay.

And what is your name and location, ma'am?

- Bonnie Tyler.

614 North Desert Vista Drive.

- Okay, Bonnie, got it.

Now just stay on the line with me.

- Well are you sending someone?

Call Trooper Shelling,
he's a friend of mine.

- Dad, you gotta see this.

- Not now, Tommy.

- But, Dad.

- Dale, where are you going?

- I'm gonna go out and take a look around.

- I'll come with you, Dale.

- No, sweetie, I don't
think that's the best idea.

- It's okay, Amber.

I'll make sure he doesn't get killed.

- You be careful yourself out there, Dale.

- Well wait for me.

- Why?

- So I can stop you from shooting

the first thing that moves.

- 111, this is dispatch.

You got your ears on?

- This is 111, go for, dispatch.

- Hey, Dan, I got a weird one for ya.

- What's that?

- Woman claims her boyfriend was attacked

by some kind of creature or somethin',

animal of some kind I guess.

- Okay, have you called
in search and rescue?

- Not yet.

Could be a crank.

Thought you might wanna
check it out for yourself

before I call in the cavalry.

- Okay, ten-four.

Hey, what's the 20?

- Uh,

614 North Desert Vista Drive.

- Wait, that, that's Bonnie Tyler's place.

- Yeah.

She said she was a friend of yours.

- Okay, ten-four,
stand by, dispatch,

I'm on my way.

- Shine that light over there.

- You see something?

- No.

I can't see or hear a damn thing.

- That's good, right?

- No, it's like somethin'
scared everything off

of this damn mountain.

- Hey, Dale, I think we
should go back to the house.

- Yeah, Dad, I'm with Will on this one.

Did you hear that?

Quiet.

I got somethin'.

- What is that?

- Is that cow tracks?

- Have you ever seen a
damned two-legged cow?

- All right, this
is gettin' really spooky.

We need to go back to the house.

- Yeah, I think you're right.

- The house is this way.

Dad!

Will!

Oh God!

- Mom, what's going on?

- Uh, we don't quite know yet, sweetheart.

- Who's she?

And where's Daddy?

- We gotta get outta here!

- Where's Will and your father?

- They, they're gone, Mom.

- What, what does that
mean, "they're gone"?

- Look, we gotta get everybody in the cars

and get out of here.

- No, David, hold on!

Where is my husband?

- Everyone, please.

- Where is Will?

- They're dead!

Okay?

Both of them ripped to shreds

by whatever that is out there!

- What?

No, no way.

- I'm on the phone with the police.

- That's great, but trust me,

we don't wanna stay here.

- We're safer here than we are out there.

- And we'd be safer still
going 100 miles an hour

away from this place, come on!

- I am not leaving here
without your father.

- Me neither.

- Dad is dead!

Okay, Mom?

Him and Will both!

- I'll get Troy.

- Get out of the way, David.

- What are you doing?

- Get out of my way, David.

- No.

What is your name?

- Bonnie.

- Bonnie, you saw this thing.

Will you please tell my mother and sister

how bad an idea it is to go
lookin' around out there?

- He's right.

If he saw the same thing that attacked us,

it's too late.

- Hello?

Ma'am?

Are you still there?

- Yeah, I'm here, um,

but two other people have gone missing.

- I heard a lot of shouting.

Make sure everyone stays in the house.

Secure all your doors and windows,

but don't leave.

Help is on the way.

- I'll try.

- I gotta find Daddy.

- Move!

- Mom! Tommy!

Amber, Fiona, get over here!

- 111 requestin' back-up.

We're gonna need a cadaver unit out here.

- Dale!

- Will?

Daddy!

- Dad?

We've gotta find Daddy.

- Tommy, come back here!

- Dale, where are you?

- Hey.

Troy!

- The fuck, Dad?

- Unbelievable.

Are you this disconnected from reality?

All hell is breaking loose out there

and you're playing your stupid game!

- Whatever.

- Move!

Now!

- All right, enough with the yelling.

- Car's leavin' in 30 seconds

and you're gonna be in it.

- Shit!

- Amber!

Tommy!

Dale!

- These are mine but I
think they'll fit you.

- Thank you.

- Okay, baby, go get your stuff.

We'll leave, okay?

- 'Kay.

- Fiona, you're gonna come with us, okay?

- The police want us to stay here.

- Well that's because they have no idea

what they're dealing with.

Do they?

- Fuck it.

We're leaving.

- No, ma'am,

do not leave the premises.

I have to insist ya stay on the line.

Hello?

Shit.

- Fuck, where's Troy?

Troy!

- Comin'.

Damn.

- Dad, Grandpa?

- Tommy, you stay close to me!

- What is that?

- No, Tommy!

- Dad?

- We have to go.

Now.

- Mom?

- Run, Tommy, run!

Run!

- Mom!

Amber!

Tommy!

Where's your grandma and your mom?

- Okay, buddy, you come with us.

- Where's Mom and Grandma?

- That all you guys?

- Yeah.

- Now we gotta use gas guzzlers again.

Shit!

- Slow down, you're going too fast.

David!

- Honey, please!

- Slow down before you kill all of us!

- Shut up, shut up, shut up!

- Don't you tell me to shut up.

- You're distractin' me!

Keep it up and I guarantee you

we're gonna have an accident!

- Look out!

- Everyone okay?

- No, Dad.

- Everyone alive at least?

Shit.

Okay.

It's on foot from here I guess.

- Great plan, Uncle Dave.

- You got a better one, Fiona?

How far is it to town from here?

- The fastest way'll
be through the desert.

Let's go, go.

- Viv.

Baby.

Oh my God.

No.

- Mom?

- No, no, no.

- You killed her.

You fucking freak, you killed her!

You killed my mother.

Hey, Troy!

- Come on, man.

- Get your damn hands off me, lady!

- Son, please,

I'm so sorry.

- We gotta go.

That thing's still out there.

- Too late, he's already here.

- Okay, Mister, time to snap out of it.

Let's go.

- No, you go, get the kids to safety.

- Mister, there is brave,
and there's stupid.

Let's go.

- Go!

Go!

- State police!

State police, I'm coming in!

State police!

State police, come out with your hands up.

111 to dispatch.

- Go ahead.

- This place is deserted.

There's nobody here.

- Yeah, the woman hung up on me.

How do you wanna proceed?

- Uh, right now I'm not too sure.

Any word on my back-up
and that cadaver unit?

- I've called everyone,
from the Forest Service

to the Country Sheriff.

Word's gone out but all they'll tell me

is they're en route.

- You gotta be kiddin' me.

- It's Christmas Eve, Dan.

What do you want me to say?

- Look, just, just keep me posted, okay?

- Be careful out there, Dan.

Somethin' strange is goin' on.

- Come on, Troy, hurry up.

- Eat me.

- The monster'll do that for me

if you don't hurry up.

- If you lose that
backpack, we'll move faster.

- Yeah, what's in there anyways?

- Don't worry about it.

- Come on, guys,

we're almost at Old Man Coop's place.

From there, we can catch
a ride back into town.

Tommy, help him.

- Come on.

- I don't need your
help, half-pint.

- Come on, let's move, come on, come on!

Hey, Coop, you home?

It's Bonnie.

Hey, Coop.

- Bonnie, what the hell are
you doin' out here, girl?

- I'd tell ya, but I don't think

you'd believe us.

- Friends of yours?

- Listen, we need to get into town.

You still got that old
beater truck of yours?

- She don't run.

Hasn't since last winter

when her engine froze up on me.

- Well that's just wonderful.

- Well, come on in.

- Go ahead, go.

Go, move!

- The place is
a bit cramped but, uh,

do your best to make yourselves to home.

- We really can't stay,
there's somethin' after us.

- There's an evil moon in the sky tonight.

I've seen this once before.

- When?

- I was a young man, just about, uh,

the age of this feller.

I'd taken up with a gang
of treasure hunters.

Our leader was a fella named Clay Olson.

And he met this German
that claimed to know

the location of the Klaus Younger loot.

- Who's Klaus Younger?

- Klaus and Younger were
a pair of Hessian outlaws,

said to be the deadliest
pistols of their day.

They robbed every bank,
stage, train, and pay house

from here to Santa Fe.

So you can imagine our excitement

when we thought we'd found their stash.

- Did you find it?

- Yeah, but let's just say

it wasn't what we expected.

- This is it, Clayton, payday.

- What the hell?

- Looks like laundry.

- Wait, I feel somethin'.

- Looked like a bust.

All we found was this slick black stone

about the size of a football.

- Wait, you, you mean like, like this?

- My rock.

- Where'd ya get that?

- I found it this afternoon at the creek

by my granddad's house.

- Well that's the one,

and that's why the Krampus is chasin' you.

- The Krampus?

- All these years, the
Krampus has laid in wait.

Now, somehow, one of y'all's waken him.

- Christ, Coop, this
is crazy, even for you.

- I don't get it.

How can a stupid rock cause all this?

- 'Cause it ain't no ordinary rock.

- What's that?

- I searched high and low to find this.

I spent a whole lotta time.

I knew for sure that one
day it'd come in real handy.

Ah, here we are.

Well now, that there is what's
called the summonin' stone.

In ancient times, it was used

to bring evil spirits into the world.

Trouble is, very few learned how

to control the creature once summoned.

Legend says Cleopatra was one.

St. Nicholas the other.

- Santa?

- Don't tell me you
believe in Santa Claus.

- No, every legend's
based on a shred of truth.

- Does this book tell
us how to control him?

Like St. Nicholas?

- No, but it does tell us how to stop him.

- Great, how?

- Well here you have your elements.

Earth, fire, and water.

Now it's fire that awakens him.

One mere spark hits the stone,

then it brings the curse to life.

- But how do we reverse the curse?

- Well, he must be returned
to the Netherworld.

Buried under stone and earth.

Once his thirst for blood is quenched,

he'll return himself, as
he did all those years ago.

But since he's still chasin' ya,

it's clear that he's not finished yet.

- So,

so we have to bury him then.

Great idea.

Anyone got a shovel?

- Just a stone's throw from here

is the entrance to the Vulture Mine.

It was closed back in the 1880's

when the diggers hit the water table.

- This is really crazy.

- How are we supposed to
get him to go in there?

- Well, that's the easy part.

The Krampus is drawn to the stone.

If we bring that with us into the mine,

and, rest assured, he'll follow.

We'll bring him close,

we light the fuse, and run like hell,

and we bring the whole
mountain down on him.

- Light the fuse?

- Yeah, dynamite.

- No, no, this is the dumbest
thing I've ever heard.

Coop, our best bet is to get to town

and get some help.

- What kind of help you
reckon you'll find there?

Bullets won't kill him.

Hell, an A-bomb won't.

Now you're the folks that's woken him up.

And that's who he's after.

So even if you make it to town,

a lot of good people are gonna die.

- Then we have to stop him.

- Well I've studied the
Krampus all my life,

and I know that the only way to stop him

after he's awoken

is to send him back to the depths of hell.

People said I was crazy,

but I knew that one day he'd awaken

and come back to finish what he started.

And, at long last, that time is here.

- What in the hell?

- It only glows like that when he's close.

It's time to move!

All right, let's go.

- I still don't like this, Coop!

- All right, this is it.

Stay close.

- It's okay, go ahead.

- I can't.

Fuck this, I need a break.

- Here, I can hold it.
- Get away!

- Hey, come on.

- Fuck off.

- Fine, come on, Tommy.

Fiona, keep movin'.

- Fran, back-up, now!

- This here is the spot.

Now let us plant us some dynamite.

- Fuck!

- Well that should do it.

Blow this here pillar
and the whole dang cave

should come down.

- What, you're gonna blow this place up

with us in here?

- Well I'm gonna blow it,

but by the time the fuses go,

we'll be home free.

- Sure about that, Coop?

- He's coming.

- Bonnie, go on and
get 'em outta here, go.

- Run.

- That's the best way, go!

- Go!

- Aha!

- Run, run, run, run, go, go, go!

- I'll see you in hell, demon.

- I'll be damned.

Call for back-up.

Are you guys okay?

- Merry Christmas, Dan.

- Is there anybody else out there?

- Troy.

- Okay, all right, come on, come on, guys,

let's go, come on, come on.

111 to dispatch, I have 'em, they're safe.

Send a second unit.

Come on, guys.

Come on.

- Fuck.

The fuck?