All language subtitles for The Legend of Boggy Creek 1972 1080p BluRay REMUX

What do you boys think about
going turkey hunting this year?

Think you ought to go...
Mr. Willie, my momma

wanted me to ask you would you
come down to our house?

There's some kind of wild man

down there in the woods by
the creek.

Now, Boy,

I want you to go back down
there and tell your momma

there ain't a thing in the
world to be afraid of.

I'll come down there
tomorrow and check it out.

Go ahead.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, Sir.

You know that's the third time

that ol' lady's sent that kid
up here to tell me

there's a big ol' hairy monster
down in my field.

I guess I'll have to get down
there tomorrow and see about it.

I was seven-years-old when
I first heard him scream.

It scared me then,
and it scares me now.

This is Fouke, Arkansas.

I grew up here.

The population was about
350 when I was a boy.

It still is.

Fouke is way down in the
southwest corner

where Arkansas joins
Texas and Louisiana.

If you've ever driven from
Shreveport to Texarkana,

you'll pass right through Fouke.

Even if you don't remember
seeing it.

Aside from homes,

Fouke has several stores,

a couple of gas stations,

a post office and school,

garage and motel,

and two cafes for the men folk
to stop by

for coffee and conversation

on the fish they've caught,
or the duck, quail, squirrel,

or deer they've hunted.

Fishing and hunting take up a
lot of almost everybody's time.

Maybe Smokey Crabtree,
who lives way back down

on the edge of the Bottoms
will tell about

a mink or beaver he or his
son Travis caught.

Smokey raises beef cattle
and traps part time

and works as a pipeline welder

when the good jobs come along.

Travis walks and paddles
for miles every morning,

running his trap lines
before school starts.

Most of the people who live
around Fouke

are farmers or ranchers.

This country is rich and fertile

with plenty of grass and water.

Our land is veined with
a great network of

branches, creeks, river and lakes.

Fouke is a right pleasant
place to live...

Until the sun goes down.

That day in the store,

Willie Smith didn't believe me
when I told him

about a wild, hairy
creature in the woods.

He believes me now.

And he ran on East,

jumped over the fence.

It just seemed like he just,
sort of, pushed it down

with his left hand,
just stepped over.

It was wounded and was
holding that right chest.

It had that right hand
on his chest

all the time that it was in sight.

Maybe if it hadn't been
hurt pretty badly,

why, it might have ran on all
four legs, I don't know.

But it wasn't.

It was running on two legs at
all times.

That was about all I saw of
this thing.

Something came through
here last night

and killed my two prized shoats.

Found one of them lying right here

deep gashes,

cuts and his tongue was
hanging out.

Looked like something
had strangled him.

I keep them off down here
by the creek in this pen.

And whatever it was,
got in the pen,

lifted both them 200-pound
hogs over the fence.

I couldn't find no place where
they'd been dragged under.

I couldn't find no tracks,
so I figured whatever it was,

came and left travelling up
and down that creek.

Not knowing what had killed
them hogs,

I just threw them away.

I carried them way off
out there in the bushes

so the smell wouldn't
get back up to the house.

Next day,

I got up and looked out there

and thought it kind of funny

not seeing any buzzards
circling or anything.

So, came down here and both
hogs were gone.

That thing, whatever it was,
must've come back,

and the grass wasn't even disturbed,
where the hogs was.

What kind of thing can pick up
200-pound hogs

and walk off with them.

I doubt if you could find a lonelier,

spookier place in this country

than down around Boggy Creek.

It twists and winds its way
across the Fouke countryside,

widening and narrowing,

sheltering within its thickly
wooded banks

a multitude of creatures

that run, fly, swim,
creep and crawl.

Eventually, Boggy empties
into Days Creek

and flows onward into the
Sulphur River.

Heavy rainfall half the year

causes our creeks and rivers
to flood

and spread over wide sections

of densely thicketed
and forested bottomland.

In the Sulphur River Bottoms,

the water spreads out for
miles across the bottomland.

A lot of which is so densely thicketed

that only a few hunters
and trappers have the skill

to make their way deep into
this wild, swampy country.

A lot of people believe

the creature prowls back in
here most of the time.

But every now and then,

drawn to civilization
like a moth to flame,

he creeps out about dusk.

These nighttime visits have
set off waves of terror

around Fouke for over 15 years.

What in the world is this creature?

"Where did he come from,
and what does he eat?"

Are questions I've heard
discussed a thousand times

around winter fires and on
hot summer evenings.

When the creature, whom the
newspapers quickly named.

"The Fouke Monster,"
was first seen,

he didn't seem to make
any special effort

to hide from people.

At least, Fred Crabtree,

a farmer who hunted a lot,
had that opinion.

He just didn't look like
anything I'd ever seen.

I thought at first, it might
be some kind of a wild man.

I couldn't tell under all that
hair just what it was.

I changed the shells in my shotgun

from my squirrel shot
to my buck shot.

More for my protection
than anything else.

If I'd have had my rifle,

I believe I could have
knocked him down easy.

But I doubt if I would have.

'Cause I kept thinking
there's just a chance

he might be a man.

And if I had shot that thing,

and it turned out to be a man,

I'd have had to live with that
for the rest of my life.

Although he was never sure,

Fred got the impression

the creature had been washing
his feet in the icy water.

A few months later,

James Crabtree was squirrel hunting.

Only a short distance
from the spot

where Fred Crabtree had seen it.

I've spent a lot of my life
in these woods,

and there was something
strange about that evening

that I couldn't put my finger
on it.

It was just a feeling I had.

There didn't seem to be as
many birds

and little small animals
out as usual.

In fact, they seemed mighty scarce.

It stepped right out in plain sight.

Right out there in front of me.

And he was...
It was some kind of thing

that I've never come across before.

Well, he stared at me
for a little while

and just slipped out of sight.

I never saw him again.

Neither Fred Crabtree,
nor his uncle James

told anyone about their
experience for years.

They figured nobody
would believe them.

He always travels the creeks.

That was one of the first things
we figured out.

This little branch feeds into
Boggy Creek.

The Searcy Family lives here.

Mary Beth Searcy is a teenage student.

Right now, her older married sister

and her baby are visiting.

Her father's working
in another town,

and her younger brother is
spending the night with a friend.

So, this evening,
just the two girls,

their mother and the baby
will be alone in this house.

They have no phone

and the nearest neighbor is a
mile or so across the woods.

Mary Beth?

Mary Beth, would you please
hang something over the window?

There's a draft on the baby.

Yeah. Okay.
Just a minute.

Come here, Kitty.

Come here, Kitty.
Come here.

Come, Kitty.

Mary Beth,

would you please hurry up!

This draft's gonna
give the baby a cold.

Okay! Okay!

Mary Beth, what's the
matter with you?

What happened?
Tell me. Answer me...

It was a long night of terror.

In a few minutes,
Mary Beth was revived,

and the three women,
shaking in fear,

freezing at every sound
in the darkness,

waited out the long hours of blackness.

The baby slept peacefully
through it all.

Next morning, they would discover
their dead kitten

completely unmarked.

Apparently, she had simply
been scared to death.

The beauty of the Bottoms
under soft moonlight

is transformed into dark and
menacing danger.

And the shadows of the night
trigger your imagination

into being places, where possibly,
the creature is lurking.

Because you know he's out
there somewhere.

If, like this 13-year-old boy,

you've grown up as
a woodsman and hunter,

you never miss an opportunity
to get yourself a deer.

Yes, there's no doubt about it,

the dogs are hot on the trail

chasing the deer in this direction.

Later, they found two-inch saplings

broken down by the creature
in his pain and fury.

They saw crushed underbrush
and blood stains,

which in the excitement,

no one thought to gather a
sample of.

But they did not find the creature.

The terrifying stories

of face to face encounters
with the creature

triggered the Fouke community
into action.

A big hunt was organized

with some of the best hunting dogs

in Arkansas and Texas involved.

They even brought in some
famous dogs from Tennessee.

I got to go along.

And I still vividly recall how
I was trembling with excitement.

We'd heard that earlier,
some other dogs

had refused to trail the creature,

cowering in fear and running back

at the first whiff of his
sour pig-pen smell.

But we were confident our dogs
would get the job done.

Hey, Earl, where did that ol' boy
go that brought them dogs in here.

While several groups
hunted on foot,

others scouted designated
areas on horseback.

While we made our way along the
dirt road he had been crossing,

the men on horseback
swept across the woodlands

along the creek areas.

About this time, our dogs struck his
trail where he'd crossed the road.

Go get him.
Spot, go get him!

They found his trail.

Go get him! Atta boy!
Trail him now. Get him.

You've never seen a more embarrassed

and angry group of dog owners.

Neither one of these
famous hunting dogs

would trail the creature's scent.

They whined, tucked their tails,

and came running back
obviously scared.

I was sure disappointed.

Despite the failure of the dogs
to trail the creature,

several groups of hunters kept
going far into the night.

Later, we got word

that one hunting party
had got the creature

to scream angrily back
at a wounded rabbit call,

but moved deeper into the forest

when they tried to get closer.

Not too many of the hunters
were interested in plunging

into thick woods in pitch darkness

knowing he was out there.

Often I've tried to imagine
how the creature must feel.

Since his very appearance and
the sounds he makes frightened us,

our immediate reaction
was to try to kill him.

I suppose if a strange-looking creature

from another world showed up,

he'd get the same reception.

Actually, at first,

the creature didn't
try to harm anybody,

but now,
after being hunted and hurt,

he suddenly disappeared.

So, far as we know,

he wasn't seen again for eight years.

Where did he go?

Well, we believe he simply
headed back

deeper and deeper into the Bottoms,

beyond the reach of men.

Only the alligator and wolf,

crane and possum,

and a thousand other wild creatures

heard his occasional, lonely cries

ringing out over his watery domain.

The seasons passed,

summers into falls,

winters into springs.

And somewhere in the remote
wilderness of the Bottoms,

the creature spent his days.

Now, none of us Fouke Boys
would admit it,

but for a long time,

knowing the creature might be around

had put a damper on our pack
trips back into the wilderness.

But as time passed,
and stories and conversation

about the Fouke Monster died down,

teenage boys again began to
go off

on long camping trips in the Bottoms.

Travis Crabtree is the kind
of fearless,

outdoor kid that would have
gone anyway,

even knowing the creature
was around.

There's nothing Travis likes better

than to spend the weekend camping

on one of the hilltop islands

created by high water deep in
the Bottom land.

When he's down in the Bottoms,

Travis always stops off

for a visit and a cup of coffee
with Herb Jones.

Herb Jones is a man who likes
a lot of privacy.

He's been living alone in these
Bottoms for the past 20 years.

Hey, Herb!

Well, Travis.

Travis always enjoys
these visits with Herb,

and never fails to bring him
tobacco and other supplies.

Herb can spin yarns for hours

about his experiences

with the wild creatures
of the Bottomland.

Herb tells Travis to be on
the look out

for a big ol' wild boar
with double curled tusks

he spotted a day or two earlier.

Herb limps because he once
accidentally shot

part of his foot away
in a boating accident.

Although he was all alone,

he made it out of the Bottoms
to a doctor.

I've been living down here
by myself for a long time.

About 14-miles by boat

from my place to the nearest road,

then it's a pretty good
walk to town.

Them Crabtree boys,

especially that Travis,

always drop by to see me

when they come hunting and fishing.

They always brung me tobacco
and sugar

and stuff like that.

Even a bottle of wine
every once in a while.

Did you notice my bottle tree
on the way in?

I use them bottles as hooks
on my trout lines.

I catch some mighty big catfish
and buffalo on them lines.

And an old crane flies over
every day.

Looks at my place.

I don't know what he's
looking for.

Once you get to know these Bottoms,

you never lack for something
to do.

People always ask me
why I stay down here.

I tell them I stay 'cause
I like it better here

than I would anywhere else.

Looks like they could figure
that out for themselves.

And another thing,

people always ask me

have I seen the Fouke Monster.

Let me tell you something,

there ain't no such thing.

I've been living here in
these Bottoms

for better than 20 years.

I ain't never seen nor heard
no monster.

What was that?

I don't know,
but let's get out of here.

The creature was back.

Once again, the lure of civilization

had brought him out of the wilderness.

Soon, newspaper headlines
would herald,

"The Return of the Fouke Monster."

And people would get together
around Fouke to relate

the latest rumors on the creature.

Every dead animal found in
the forest

was blamed upon him.

This dog and others found dead,

might well be his victims.

Excitement in the community
reached a new peak

when a farmer named O.H. Kennedy

discovered these strange
three-toed footsteps

in Willie Smith's bean field.

Radio, newspaper and
television coverage

resulted in nation-wide publicity.

Must not be over four inches wide.

Mr. Kennedy,

you say you found these
tracks late Sunday.

Now, was that late yesterday afternoon?

Yes, Sir.
Just about sundown.

My wife and I went out for a ride,

she's been feeling poorly lately.

And we decided to stop by
the bean field

to see if the ground
was too wet to plow.

We called Willie Smith right away.

Mr. Kennedy, do you think

this creature could be a Sasquatch?

A... A Sasquatch?

I don't believe I know
what that is, Sir.

Well, the Sasquatch was

the Indians' word for a
legendary giant tribe

of very shy people.

They live mostly in the woods

up in the Pacific Northwest.

Well, I didn't see anybody.

All I've seen, Sir, is these tracks.

Well, now, doesn't the Sasquatch

have a normal five toes?

This thing here has only
three toes.

Yes, and the adult Sasquatch
footprint is bigger, too.

It's 18 inches long on the average.

Could these be gorilla tracks?

No, I don't think it's a gorilla.

A gorilla has five toes,

and very seldom moves upright
on two legs for very long.

This thing, it had to
drop down on all fours

to travel this far.

What about an orangutan?

This is the same thing
people around here

reported seeing over the past
few years.

He's reddish-brown,

that's the same color
as an orangutan.

Well, I don't think
this could be orangutan.

The number of the toes are wrong.

Now, excuse me, Mr. Kennedy,

you spend a lot of time
working in this field, right?

Did you ever see tracks like this

when you were here before?

No, Sir.
Can't say that I have.

There's a lot of fresh animal tracks
around this field all the time.

Deer, wolf, bobcat,

and all kinds of other tracks.

But I've never seen anything
like these before.

Well, Mr. Kennedy,
did you ever hear anything

out of the ordinary down here?

Well,

I've heard some pretty
peculiar things down here,

but I've never seen anything
unusual like this before.

I wonder what moves the creature

to pick a particular patch of woods

and return to it again and again.

These woods next to the bean field

must be one of his favorite haunts.

More than what I heard,
I guess it was

what I didn't hear that
made it kinda spooky.

Even when that tractor is running

and you can't hear nothing,

you get a funny feeling that

something's wrong.

Then, I think, wasn't sure,

but I think I'd hear a low growl,
a hoot, a grunt or something

from back at the trees.

And you know that someone out
there is watching you.

I tell you, there's some
kind of animal

hanging around this field,
all right.

And he's no animal

from this part of the country.

He always travels Boggy Creek.

That's Bessie Smith's children

playing at the edge of
the woods over there,

where Kennedy heard the creature.

Grandpa! Grandpa!

Grandpa! Grandpa!

Be quiet.
You're gonna wake up your grandpa.

I saw him, I saw that monster.

You're getting filthy down there...

Grandpa! Grandpa!
We saw the monster.

Be quiet!
You're gonna wake up your grandpa.

If you don't be quiet,
you'll get a switch.

Well, Mom, will you come down
and see it if I show you?

Show me what?

Show you...
The Fouke Monster.

Oh, you know there isn't
anything there.

Yes, there is!

Come on, hurry. He might go.

He's over there.

Let's go back home!

Come on!

Where now? Where did you see it?

It was right over there.

Right over there.

See, there isn't anything
over there.

Well, there was.
He was.

He was.

That's where we saw him last.

Run! Go! Run!

Go! Run!

Run!

That's Charlie Walraven
coming down the road.

This road runs along the
north side of the woods.

It was long about dark.

I was heading into town that evening.

When I seen this thing coming
out across the road

in front of my car.

I just couldn't even believe
what I was watching.

You know, I reckon there's a
lot of folks

that don't believe anything

until they see it for themselves.

Of course, if they're like me,

they'd be wishing they hadn't seen

what they did.

You know, that thing's gonna

up and kill somebody
one of these days,

sure as the world.

On a bright,
moonlight night like this one,

you'd figure he'd stay out of sight.

But nothing seems to worry him

when the urge to prowl
comes over him.

It could've been a fatal mistake

if the man who lives here

had been home tonight.

He has a high-powered rifle handy,

and knows how to use it.

His daughter, Nancy,

has invited two girlfriends over

for a bunking party.

No, our team's much better
than Arkansas High.

You know that.
Arkansas High had a win.

I know, but they're defensive.

Yeah, look at their offense.

Nancy, I like the way
they cut your hair.

I think it's cute.

Well, Frank liked it long.

He's been sulking all week.

Now, don't pay any attention
to him,

he doesn't know anything about it.

Did y'all hear something?

That's the wind.

I can't see anything.
Do you?

No, I don't see anything.

Then it must've been the wind.

I hope.

Let's all have a Coke.

Do you all want one?

Yeah, get me one.
Yeah.

Nancy, there's somebody moving around

outside this trailer.

Do you... Do you think
it could be some of the guys?

If it is, I'll kill 'em.

I can't believe it's them.

They went to that game in Texarkana.

Listen.

I hear something breathing.

I can hear it, too.

Get the gun! Get the gun!

Where are the shells?

Where are the shells?

Go away!

Go away!

Shh. Shh. Hey, shh. Shh.

I don't hear it anymore.

I don't either.

Be still, I'm gonna look out.

No.

Next morning when her parents returned,

they would find the girls still
half hysterical with shock.

Before the creature
finally wandered off,

he smashed flower pots

and over turned everything in sight.

These radical changes

in his usually cautious behavior

may be caused by lonely frustration,

for he apparently is the only
one of his kind.

Normally, he never comes out
of the woods before dusk,

and then moves very cautiously,

staying within quick return

to the shelter of the trees.

But tonight, he's on the rampage.

It wasn't the first time the
creature had

prowled in the vicinity

of Howard Walraven's mobile home,

which is located only
a couple of hundred yards

from where Boggy Creek
flows across Highway 71.

We heard him lots of nights.

Sometimes, it sounded like

he was right outside of the window,

it was so loud.

And I had my two good dogs

tied up right there behind
the house.

And they'd always get excited

and scared, you know,
whenever he'd come around,

we heard him,

but, heck, I never figured
he'd attack them.

It just looked to me
like he grabbed my dog

and ripped the hide
right off his back.

Now let me tell you something.

He killed the finest dog
that I ever had.

But I'm gonna get him
one of these days

and that's gonna be all she wrote.

Sometimes, the creature sticks
to one patch of woods

for a long time.

Then, impulsively works his way

far up the creeks

before being heard from again.

The creeks...

He always travels the creeks.

When he next showed up,

it was several miles upstream.

In the spring, this house was
rented to two young couples

who moved in together to save money.

They were Charles Turner,

his wife, Anne,

and Don Ford,

who was Anne Turner's brother.

And Don's wife, Sue.

Each couple had a small child.

Don and Charles had just been hired

by a big cattle ranch in the
Fouke area.

Since both men would be required

to work late at night,

the girls would be company to
each other.

Thank you. Thank you.

The two families moved in on Monday.

Thursday night,

the first of a series

of hair-raising incidents occurred.

What's the matter?

Did you hear that?
Yeah.

That chair...
Put that chair under the door.

Who do you suppose that was?

I don't know.

Let's take the kids and go to
the landlord's.

I had a pretty good look around

and I couldn't find a thing.

Are you sure you don't want
to go back to my place

till the men get here?

No, no. That's okay

if you checked and you're sure
there's nothing here,

then we'll be okay, I think.

I couldn't find a thing.

But I'll come back in a little
while and check on you.

Okay, listen, Mister,

we sure do thank you
and we appreciate it

so much...
Well, you're welcome.

I'll wait here till
you get in the house.

Okay. Buh-bye.

Bye.

The next day, Friday,

the Fords and Turners had visitors.

Don Ford's younger brother, Bobby Ford,

and a cousin, 12-year-old Corky Hill,

arrived for the weekend.

They'd heard about the great
fishing around Fouke

and were anxious to wet a hook.

Y'all be back before dark.

Yeah, yeah.
We're gonna bring back some supper.

Bobby.

Who told you the fishing
was good here?

They're here.
Just have patience.

Bobby, come here. Come here!

What do you want?

Just come here. Come here!

Boy, look at the size of
that guy's footprint!

That ain't no footprint.

That's funny.

What's so funny about that?

He's only got three toes!

Well, it's getting kinda late,

and the fish aren't biting anyway,

so I think we oughta go.

Sure is spooky down here.

I still say, that's the biggest
foot that I've ever seen.

No.

Shh. I think I hear something.

Go get Annie and Sue.

Get up, get up.
Bobby heard something.

Oh, my gosh.
It's back.

Shh. I heard something.

Is that him back?

It's gotta be.

Corky, go get the kids.

I seen him!
He's coming around the porch!

Bobby, put that chair under
the door.

I think I heard a car.

Phew! It's Don and Charles.

Hey, Don. Hey, Don.
Listen, listen. I swear...

You wouldn't believe what happened.

You wouldn't believe what happened.

I've never seen nothing like this.

All right. Hold it. Hold it.
You wouldn't believe it.

You wouldn't believe what happened.

I just can't believe what happened.

I just can't...
I'm sorry, I ain't...

Calm down.
Everybody's talking at once.

That's right.
I saw it.

All right, just calm down.

He's been around this house.

We can't all talk at one time.

I told you there was something funny

about that footprint I found.

I just told you there was.

Charles, this is the second
time in two nights

that someone has been
around this house.

I think you oughta get
some protection, man.

Think we oughta go to the
landlord's to get the gun?

That'd be a great idea.

Why don't you go down and get
the gun

I'll stay here with them...
Be careful.

And everything will be a
little quieter.

Okay, I'm going to go with you.

We're have a gun here
so y'all don't be scared.

Go on in the house.

No way. No.

I'm just glad Charles
and Don are home.

Yeah, me too.

Listen, Corky,
you gotta get some sleep

and so do you.

I'm gonna go on the bed.

Okay.

What happened?
What happened?

I saw him!

I swear, I ain't ever seen
nothing like it in my life.

He just came through there.
I saw him.

He was long and hairy.

It was like a bear or something.
Hold it, hold it, hold it.

Hold it. Don, go get the light

and we'll go see what this
thing is.

All right, once more.

If he's out here,
let's get him now.

I'll look back here, just a minute.

Keep your eyes open.

Say, I ain't scared,
this ain't no thing.

What's that right there?

That right over there?

Is that him right there?

Yeah, that's him.

You better say something out there.

You better say something.
Hey, Man.

Gonna shoot. Shoot him.
He's not saying anything.

Shoot him.
Shoot him!

Shoot him!

See, right there.

Get him?
I don't know.

Hey, I think you got him.
I don't see a thing.

Shine your light over here.

I don't see anything.

Nothing out there either.

I think that you got him.

Hey, let's go get the sheriff.

Hey, let us through, will you?

All right, leave the gun
here with me.

Did you shoot him?

We don't know. We don't even
know if we hit it.

He's going after the sheriff.
I'm gonna stay here.

I'm gonna go with him, all right?
Go inside.

Hurry back.

There's something here
outside of the house.

What did it look like?

Well, best I can tell,

the thing was tall and had a lot of hair.
Red eyes.

Find anything, Constable?
Not yet.

This piece been like this
the whole time?

No, Sir, it hasn't.

Have you looked in under there?

No, Sir,
we haven't looked down there.

This is a panther track
and her little cub

with it under this house.

You mean a panther's been
living under the house?

That's what it is.
It's a panther track.

That wasn't any panther
we shot at, Constable.

That's what that track is.

You keep this shotgun and this
light, these shells,

and if you need me, you come ask.

Okay, Sir, we sure will.

I'm gonna drive up the highway

to see if I can see anything.

We'd sure appreciate it.
Yeah.

And I'll pick the gun up
tomorrow sometime.

I sure do thank you for coming by.

You're welcome.
Thank you, Sir.

You're welcome.
If you need me, give me a call.

Okay, we sure will.

We're damn glad you came.
Yeah.

Good night.
Good night.

What kind of place is this?

I mean, we have a panther
living under the house,

somebody trying to break in?

Well, we've got the flashlights,
we've got the guns.

Now let's all go to bed

and get some rest.
I'm with you.

Let's go to bed.
Come on, Annie.

Let's go. Come on, Annie.

I gotta stay here with the thing
coming in through the window?

Don't worry about it.
We got the guns.

I don't wanna stay here
no more with that thing...

I gotta go to the bathroom.

What's the matter?

Back there.
Tried to come through the window.

What's the matter?

Oh, my God!

Right there. Right there.

Tried to come in through the window.

Get your gun, Charles.
Let's go.

There he is!

Hold this, Bobby.

Bobby, take the light.

You got him.
That's it! He fell.

I think you got him, Man.

I think I saw him fall over there.

Let's go see.

Be careful.

Be careful!

Don't get too far.
Come back!

Somebody come back here!

Bobby, will you go back
and take care of the girls?

Charlie...

Help! Bobby!

When Bobby could not be aroused

from the state of shock he was in,

everyone piled into the car

and raced to Constable
Walraven's house for help.

Walraven took one look at Bobby,

arranged a police escort

and sent them on to the
hospital in Texarkana.

Nurse, what do you think's wrong with him? He
hasn't said a thing in the car on the way here.

Let's check him up.

Doesn't move. Hasn't said a word.
Breathing's kinda funny.

You think he'll be all right?

Let's check.
We'll let you know.

Blood pressure's 60 over 40.
I think we better start an IV.

He's in a state of shock.

Bobby recovered swiftly,

and the Fords and Turners
moved away.

They don't plan on coming back.

What the creature was after
inside the Ford house

is perhaps the biggest
mystery of all.

I was thinking about it today

when I decided to drive out

to our old home place,

now run down and abandoned.

Standing out in this field,

it all comes rushing back.

And an icy tingle starts down
my spine

when I recall that

terrible, lonesome cry.

It was so long ago that

it seems incredible that the
creature is still out there

somewhere right this minute,

maybe even watching me.

Of course, you may not
believe that,

or any of this story.

You may think the whole thing
is a hoax.

And that's your privilege.

But if you're ever driving down

in our country along about sundown,

keep an eye on the dark woods

as you cross the Sulphur River Bottoms,

and you may catch a glimpse

of a huge, hairy creature

watching you from the shadows.

Yes, he's still here.

And you know,
I'd almost like to hear

that terrible cry again

just to be reminded

that there is still a bit of
wilderness left.

And there are still mysteries
that remain unsolved,

and strange, unexplained noises

in the night.

Where he searches, where he goes,

this, of course, nobody knows.

But once you've heard his
lonely cry,

you can guess the reason why.

Whether he's a beast or man,

what drives him wandering
across the land?

His love for others of his clan,

and loneliness, he cannot stand.