All language subtitles for Clash of the Titans . Nat Geo Wild.en

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NARRATOR: ALL OVER THE WORLD,

SPECIES CLASH IN NATURE'S
SAVAGE BATTLE OF SURVIVAL.

ON THE OPEN PLAINS,
IN SNOW FIELDS,

AND UNDER DESERT SKIES, ALL
ARE LOCKED IN DEADLY CONFLICT.

ANIMALS FIGHT TOOTH
AND CLAW TO WIN FOOD,

TERRITORY AND RIGHTS
TO THE BLOOD LINE.

FROM THE UPLANDS OF AMERICA,
TO THE WILDS OF AFRICA,

THERE ARE NO RULES.

THIS IS
"ANIMAL FIGHT NIGHT."

THE LION, A HEAVYWEIGHT
CHAMPION OF THE WILD.

A LIONESS CAN
LIVE TO 18 YEARS,

BUT MALES WILL BE
LUCKY TO REACH 11.

ONE OF THEIR MAIN CAUSES
OF DEATH IS A RIVAL MALE.

AN ADULT MALE CAN EAT NEARLY
100 POUNDS OF GAME IN A DAY

AND HUNGER CAN DRIVE HIM
TO TAKE EXTRAORDINARY RISKS.

THIS 5-YEAR-OLD MALE
WEIGHS IN AT AROUND 450 POUNDS.

NEARLY 60% OF
HIS BULK IS MUSCLE.

HUGE BICEPS IN HIS FORELIMBS
HELP HIM PULL DOWN PREY.

HIS FULL MANE ACTS AS A
SHOCK ABSORBER IN FIGHTS,

AND ITS DARK COLORING
SHOWS HE'S IN GOOD HEALTH.

THIS CONFIDENT POWERHOUSE
ISN'T JUST HUNTER,

HE'S A ROBBER.

AND THE SCENT OF
ROTTING MEAT TEMPTS HIM TO

RAID ENEMY TERRITORY.

THIS GUY'S TERRITORY.

AT 4 YEARS OLD AND
JUST OVER 400 POUNDS,

HE'S ACTING AS ENFORCER
FOR THE PRIDE THAT

CLAIMS THIS LAND.

THE ROBBER GETS TO THE PRIZE.

CARRION CAN BE 40%
OF A LION'S INTAKE.

BUT THE ENFORCER'S
HOT ON HIS TRAIL AND

CATCHES HIM RED-HANDED.

TWO EVENLY MATCHED
HEAVYWEIGHTS GO HEAD TO HEAD.

ON THE LEFT, THE ROBBER
FEIGNS BACKING AWAY,

THEN ATTACKS.

RAKING HAYMAKERS
TARGET THE HEAD,

BOTH SIDES SLASHING
WITH FULLY EXTENDED

ONE AND A HALF INCH CLAWS.

4 FRONT CLAWS TURN INWARDS
180 DEGREES LIKE FISH HOOKS.

CATCHING FLESH,
THEY DIG IN,

AND TEAR GAPING WOUNDS
IF THEIR VICTIM RESISTS.

THE LIONS HEAD IS
PARTICULARLY VULNERABLE,

INJURIES HERE CAN BLIND HIM
OR LEAD TO INFECTION AND DEATH.

A 400 POUND BODY AVALANCHE
FORCES THE ROBBER BACK.

HE RALLIES WITH A RIGHT HOOK,

THE ROBBER'S BIGGER GUNS PIN
HIS OPPONENT TO THE FLOOR.

BUT REAR CLAWS
THRASH AND MAKE CONTACT.

THEN HOOKED FRONT CLAWS
SNAG THE ROBBER'S MUZZLE.

BUT THE DOWNED
BIG CAT'S JAWS LOCK ON

THE ENFORCER'S FORELIMB.

SET BEHIND THE
CANINES, CLOSE-FITTING,

SCISSOR-LIKE CARNASSIAL
TEETH GRIP AND CUT.

SELF-SHARPENING,
WITH SPIKEY TIPS,

HIGH CUSPS
AND JAGGED EDGES,

THEY SHEAR THROUGH FLESH.

THEY COULD CUT DEEP INTO
THE FORELIMB EXPOSING RAW BONE

AND CRIPPLING THE ENFORCER.

BUT HE WRIGGLES FREE AND
THEY SWITCH TO CLOSE QUARTERS

FEINTS AND JABS.

THE ROBBER SEARCHES
FOR AN OPENING.

HIS CANINES PIERCE
HIS OPPONENT'S LOWER LIP.

THE ENFORCER HITS BACK...

BUT THE PAIN IS ENOUGH TO
MAKE HIM THROW IN THE TOWEL.

ON THE SAVANNA, SIZE
MATTERS AND THE POWERFUL

ROBBER STEALS MEAT
FROM THE ENFORCER'S TABLE.

LIONS KNOW HOW TO HANDLE
THEMSELVES IN A FIGHT,

BUT AFRICA'S HERBIVORES
HAVE IT ROUGH.

IT TAKES A SURVIVOR
TO RISE ABOVE THE CARNAGE

AND STAND TALL.

THIS LONELY WANDERER
IS ONE OF THEM.

THE DARK COAT SHOWS THIS
GIRAFFE'S AROUND 10 YEARS OLD.

HE'S A BATTLE SCARRED
VETERAN OF THE BUSH,

ARMED FROM TOE TO HEAD.

HIS 6-FOOT-LONG LEGS FIRE
HIS HOOVES LIKE PISTONS

AND CAN KILL A LION.

BUT IF THEY'RE CRIPPLED,
HE'S CAT FOOD.

ON TOP OF HIS HEAD
ARE OSSICONES.

THEY'RE A PAIR OF
BONE HARD BLUDGEONS,

AND HE'S READY TO USE THEM.

THE VETERAN'S ON A JOURNEY
TO SECURE HIS BLOODLINE.

HE'S IN SEARCH OF
A HERD OF FEMALES.

BUT WHEN HE FINDS
THEM, HE FINDS TROUBLE.

THERE'S ANOTHER
MALE IN HIS WAY.

A GREENHORN, INEXPERIENCED
BUT WITH YOUTH ON HIS SIDE.

THE STAGE IS SET FOR
BATTLE OF THE TITANS.

THE LIGHTER COLORED
CONTENDER'S NOT BACKING DOWN,

HE MEANS BUSINESS.

HE FIRES AND MISSES,
IT'S A RANGE-FINDER.

THE VETERAN AIMS LOW.

HE PACKS ENOUGH POWER TO
CRIPPLE HIS OPPONENT'S LEGS.

OSSICONES ARE JUST
CARTILAGE AT BIRTH,

BUT THEY GROW INTO
BONY 5 INCH CLUBS.

AND THE VETERAN HAS
A WEIGHT ADVANTAGE.

HEAVY CALCIUM DEPOSITS
DEVELOP IN A GIRAFFE'S

HEAD AS HE AGES.

A 15-YEAR OLD'S HEAD
CAN BE 15POUNDS HEAVIER

THAN A 7-YEAR OLD'S.

IT'S LIKE PUTTING LEAD
IN A BOXING GLOVE.

THE CONTENDER GOES
FOR THE KNOCKOUT.

HIS HEAD'S LIKE WRECKING BALL.

THE ARCING 6-FOOT
NECK FIRES IT AT OVER

60 MILES PER HOUR.

WITH AN IMPACT FORCE
OF AROUND 850 POUNDS.

IF HE'S KNOCKED DOWN IT
WILL TAKE HIM VITAL SECONDS

TO GET BACK ON HIS FEET.

HE'LL BE A SITTING DUCK.

THE CONTENDER FORCES
HIS OPPONENT INTO THE OPEN,

THEN FIRES.

THE VETERAN DODGES
WITH AN ALI SHUFFLE

BUT HE'S STRUGGLING.

GIRAFFES HAVE THE
HIGHEST BLOOD PRESSURE OF

ANY LARGE ANIMAL.

BOTH FIGHTERS' HEARTS
ARE WORKING HARD,

BUT THE VETERAN'S
TIRING FAST...

HE NEEDS TO FINISH THIS.

HE HAMMERS INTO HIS
OPPONENT BELOW THE BELT.

THE ADDED PRESSURE AT THE
POINT OF IMPACT FORCES HIS

OSSICONES DEEP INTO
HIS RIVAL'S UNDERBELLY.

THE FIRST BLOW KNOCKS THE
FIGHT OUT OF THE CONTENDER AND

THE FOLLOW UP FINISHES HIM.

HE LOSES OUT TO
AGE AND EXPERIENCE.

THE VETERAN STRETCHES
HIS UNBEATEN RUN.

RISING HIGH IN THE
LOCAL RANKINGS.

ALL THAT REMAINS IS
THE POST-FIGHT PARTY.

BUT A GIRAFFE HEAD TO HEAD
IS NOTHING COMPARED TO

THE EXPLOSIVE VIOLENCE
WHEN ANOTHER OF AFRICA'S

GIANT'S ATTACKS.

WHEN HIPPOS GO
EYEBALL TO EYEBALL,

THEIR POOL PARTY CAN
BECOME A BLOODBATH.

EVERY ANIMAL UNDER THE
SEARING AFRICA SUN NEEDS

LIFE-GIVING WATER.

AND HIPPOS NEED
IT MORE THAN MOST.

THEY HAVE NO SWEAT
GLANDS FOR COOLING OFF,

ONLY A DIP WILL DO THE JOB.

A FULLY IMMERSED
HIPPO DISPLACES UP TO

900 GALLONS OF WATER,

SO A PLENTIFUL
SUPPLY IS AT A PREMIUM.

LARGE PODS OF UP TO
50 HIPPOS CONGREGATE IN THE

BENDS OF RIVERS,

WHERE CONDITIONS ARE
PERFECT FOR HIPPO R&R.

FAVORITE DESTINATIONS
DRAW IN THE CROWDS.

A HIPPO'S DIALS ARE
PERMANENTLY SET ON ANGRY.

IN CRAMPED CONDITIONS
TEMPERS FLARE,

AND BATTLES FOR THE BEST
BERTH, CAN BE EXPLOSIVE.

KEEPING ORDER IN THIS
MARA RIVER POOL IN KENYA

IS A DOMINANT BULL.

HIS LOWER CANINES ARE
NEARLY 2 FEET LONG.

THEY NEVER STOP GROWING
AND CAN WEIGH OVER 6 POUNDS.

THEY'RE HIS PEACEKEEPERS.

TO KEEP THINGS CHILL HE
OPERATES A STRICT ENTRY POLICY.

YOU CAN JOIN THE PARTY, AS
LONG AS YOU KNOW WHOSE BOSS.

ONE YOUNG TROUBLEMAKER
DOESN'T RESPECT AUTHORITY.

HE STEPS UP TO GATECRASH THE
BOSS'S PRIVATE POOL PARTY.

HE'S ON HIGHER GROUND,

BUT THE BOSS
IS ON A SHORT FUSE,

AND HE'S GONNA BLOW.

NARRATOR: A HIPPO
GATECRASHER HAS HIS EYES

ON A DOMINANT BULL'S
PERSONAL SPACE.

THE TWO ANGRY HIPPOS FACE OFF.

THE BOSS BREAKS THE DEADLOCK.

HIS CHARGE SHAKES THE UPSTART,

BUT HE FIGHTS BACK
USING HIS HIGHER GROUND.

THE BOSS FLICKS HIS TAIL,
IT'S TO ASSERT DOMINANCE.

BUT IT DOESN'T WORK.

THE GATECRASHER
GAINS GROUND BUT THE BOSS'S

CANINES' STRIKE HOME.

LIKE ELEPHANT TUSKS,
A HIPPO'S LOWER CANINES ARE

MADE OF IVORY BUT THEY
HAVE A TOUGH ENAMEL COATING.

9 INCHES IN CIRCUMFERENCE,
THEY ARE THICK AND TRIANGULAR

AND THEY'RE SELF-SHARPENING.

THE LEADING EDGE CAN
LITERALLY CARVE AWAY THE

FLESH OF THE
GATECRASHER'S MOUTH.

THE BLEEDING
TROUBLEMAKER BACKS AWAY.

AND THE BOSS GAINS HIGH
GROUND, TO TURN THE TABLES.

THE REBEL'S LOST
IN NO-MAN'S LAND.

NOW HE HAS TO
FIGHT FOR HIS LIFE.

THE POD KEEPS WATCH,
THEY KNOW HE'S IN TROUBLE.

THE GATECRASHER HATCHES
A DESPERATE PLAN.

HE RUNS FOR IT.

HIS SURVIVAL TACTIC
GET LOST IN THE CROWD.

THE BOSS CHASES BUT EVEN
HIS CANINES CAN'T PIERCE

THE 2-INCH THICK
SKIN ON HIS RUMP.

THE POD PANICS.

ANOTHER HIPPO
CHARGES, JAWS OPEN.

A 7,000 POUND SLAM
FLIPS THE REBEL OVER.

HIS UNDERBELLY IS
EXPOSED TO THE POWERFUL JAWS.

THE SKIN HERE IS 80%
THINNER THAN ON HIS RUMP.

THE ATTACKER'S JAW
GAPES OPEN TO 150 DEGREES,

DELIVERING A BITE THAT
COULD CRUSH A BOWLING BALL

LIKE A BUTTER COOKIE.

IF IT SINKS HOME, IT
COULD PIERCE HIS HEART OR

LITERALLY SPILL HIS GUTS.

THE GATECRASHER PIROUETTES
A PERFECT 360 AND

LANDS ON HIS FEET.

IN THE CONFUSION
HE SLINKS AWAY.

THE FRUSTRATED BULL STRIKES
OUT AT AN INNOCENT BYSTANDER,

THEN TOWERS OVER
THE HIPPO POOL.

THE LOOKS SAY IT ALL:
"MY POD, MY RULES".

THE GATECRASHER'S
LEARNED HIS LESSON AND

KEEPS A LOW PROFILE.

BUT WHILE SOME
KEEP WATCH TO RULE,

OTHERS HAVE A LUST TO KILL.

EVERY SUMMER,
THOUSANDS OF ZEBRAS MIGRATE

300 MILES ACROSS THE
GRASSLANDS OF SOUTHERN AFRICA.

FOR THE CONTINENT'S PREDATORS,

THEY'RE A BLACK AND
WHITE BUFFET ON LEGS.

THEY CAN MAKE UP A
QUARTER OF LION KILLS.

WATERHOLES ARE VITAL
FOR MIGRATING ZEBRA.

IT LOOKS LIKE A
TRANQUIL HAVEN FOR

AFRICA'S STRIPY GRASS EATERS.

BUT IT'S THE CALM
BEFORE THE STORM.

A MATURE STALLION LEADS
IN HIS HERD OF 5 MARES

AND THEIR FOALS.

HE'S NERVOUS.

THIS WATERHOLE IS A SEETHING
CAULDRON OF SEXUAL TENSION.

A GANG OF YOUNG BACHELOR
ZEBRAS SCANS THE NEW ARRIVALS

WITH LUST FILLED EYES.

THEY'RE A BRAT PACK,
BARELY UNDER CONTROL.

AT 6 YEARS OLD,
THEY'RE SEXUALLY MATURE.

AND HIGHLY FRUSTRATED.

700 POUNDS OF
TESTOSTERONE FUELED TROUBLE.

THEY WANT A FIGHT,
FOR THE RIGHT TO PARTY WITH

ONE OF HIS FEMALES.

AND THESE BACHELORS
CAN BE BRUTAL.

YOUNG FOALS MAY EVEN BE
KILLED BY AGGRESSIVE BACHELORS,

TO MAKE THE HERD'S
FEMALES BREED AGAIN.

ONE WOULD-BE HOMEWRECKER
STEPS FORWARD.

HE'S SAYING, "MOVE-OVER
OLD TIMER, SHE'S MINE."

THE TWO CIRCLE AND
THE DUST FLIES,

IT'S A FIGHT WITH REAL BITE.

THE OLD GUY SNAPS DOWN
ON THE BACHELOR'S NECK.

A MALES ZEBRA'S
CANINES ARE ESPECIALLY

ADAPTED FOR FIGHTING.

THEY'RE BIGGER AND
SHARPER THAN A FEMALE'S.

A BITE FROM THE SPADE
LIKE TEETH CAN CUT INTO

SKIN AND MUSCLE.

BUT THE BACHELOR BRINGS
HIS BIG GUNS INTO PLAY,

HIS HOOVES.

A DIRECT HIT COULD
BREAK A ZEBRA SKULL AND

KILL THE OLD TIMER.

NARRATOR: A ZEBRA STALLION IS
LOCKED IN A DESPERATE BATTLE.

HIS LUST-CRAZED OPPONENT
WANTS ONE OF HIS FEMALES,

AND HE'S ARMED WITH A
DEADLY SET OF HOOVES.

THE OLD TIMER MUST
SILENCE THOSE BIG GUNS.

HE AIMS LOW, BUT THE
BACHELOR MATCHES HIM.

IT'S A WHIRLING CAROUSEL
OF SAVAGE BITES.

THE VETERAN'S
EXPERIENCE COUNTS.

HE MOUNTS A PRECISION ATTACK.

HE CRUNCHES DOWN JUST
ABOVE THE TARSUS,

THE ZEBRA'S EQUIVALENT
TO THE HUMAN HEEL,

AND HITS THE GASTROC MUSCLE.

A CLEAN BITE COULD
LAME HIS RIVAL.

THE BACHELOR'S IN
PAIN AND IN TROUBLE,

HE PUTS EVERYTHING INTO
A WILD FLURRY OF KICKS BUT

HE CAN'T FIND THE TARGET.

HE GETS IN A GLANCING BLOW,

AND THE EFFORT TAKES
THE FIGHT OUT OF HIM.

THE OLD TIMER'S
FAMILY IS SAFE.

THE OTHER BACHELORS WILL
THINK TWICE BEFORE HITTING

ON HIS FEMALES AGAIN.

IN THE WILD, LUST ISN'T THE
ONLY CAUSE OF CHILD KILLING.

SLAUGHTERING THE INNOCENTS
CAN BE A MARK OF AUTHORITY.

THROUGHOUT THE WILDS
OF SOUTHERN AFRICA,

THE CHACMA BABOON IS
A HIGH-PROFILE PRIMATE.

HE'S THE LARGEST MONKEY
ON THE PLANET AND LIVES

ON THE SAVANNA
IN TROOPS OF UP TO 200.

THE MALES RULE THE ROOST.

THEY ARE NEARLY 70%
LARGER THAN THE FEMALES.

AND THEIR PIERCING 2 INCH
CANINES ARE AS LONG AS LION'S.

DOMINANT MALES WANT TO
ASSERT THEIR MATING RIGHTS,

BUT THERE'S A PROBLEM.

ONLY CHILDLESS FEMALES
ARE OPEN TO ADVANCES.

AND THEY'LL BREED JUST
ONCE EVERY TWO YEARS.

SO MATING OPPORTUNITIES
CAN BE IN SHORT SUPPLY.

LIKE MOST LITTLE MONKEYS,

CHACMA YOUNG ARE
PLAYFUL AND INQUISITIVE.

WHILE THEIR MOMS ARE
BUSY GROOMING WITH FRIENDS,

THEIR KIDS MAY GET CARRIED
AWAY WITH THEIR GAMES.

A DOMINANT MALE'S HIGH
STATUS IS PRECARIOUS.

HE NEEDS A CHILDLESS
FEMALE TO MATE WITH

BEFORE HE'S TOPPLED.

THIS MALE HAS A
YOUNGSTER IN HIS SIGHTS.

KILLING JUNIOR WOULD
CREATE A VACANCY,

AND HE'S WAITING
FOR HIS CHANCE.

CHACMA REQUIRE
WATER EVERY DAY,

SO THEY ALWAYS HOLE
UP NEAR A SOURCE.

AND LIKE MOST YOUNGSTERS,

CHACMA KIDS FIND THE
LOCAL POOLS IRRESISTIBLE.

THEIR CURIOSITY TEMPTS
THEM FAR INTO THE WATERS,

AND JUNIOR TAGS ALONG.

BUT HE'S PLAYING RIGHT INTO
THE HANDS OF THE CHILD KILLER.

AGGRESSIVE MALES
CLAIM THE LIVES OF UP TO

30% OF CHACMA YOUNG.

THEY'RE A MAIN
CAUSE OF DEATH AND

MAY EVEN EAT THE VICTIMS
IN FRONT OF THEIR MOTHERS.

THIS DOMINANT MALE'S
ON A MISSION TO MURDER.

THE INFANTS TRY TO
RETURN TO THEIR MOMS BUT

THE CHILD KILLER ISN'T
ABOUT TO MISS HIS CHANCE.

HE SPRINGS THE TRAP AND CUTS
OFF JUNIOR'S ESCAPE ROUTE.

IT'S A DEADLY GAME OF TAG.

IF HE GRABS
JUNIOR, IT'S OVER.

OUT OF NOWHERE,
MOM CHARGES IN.

CHACMA CAN REACH SPEEDS
OF NEARLY 30 MILES PER HOUR,

AND HER MOMENTUM
SENDS HIM FLYING.

BUT IT'S A TOTAL MISMATCH,

A SUICIDE MISSION
TO SAVE HER INFANT.

THE CHILD KILLER TRIES
TO FINISH IT WITH A CLEAN

BITE TO THE BACK OF THE NECK.

IT COULD SEVER
HER SPINAL CHORD.

JUNIOR MAKES A BREAK FOR IT.

TO WIN HIM A CLEAN GETAWAY
MOM LAUNCHES HERSELF

AT THE ATTACKER.

SHE'S BELLY UP,
BUT SHE WON'T GIVE UP.

THIS MONKEY MEANS BUSINESS.

THE WOULD-BE CHILD
KILLER LOSES HIS CHANCE,

AND HIS NERVE.

THIS MOM'S NOT GIVING
WAY BUT THE ATTACKER FLEES

IN SEARCH OF A SOFTER TARGET.

HER CHILD LIVES
TO PLAY ANOTHER DAY,

AND HE WON'T BE SO QUICK
TO LEAVE HIS MOTHER'S SIDE

IN THE FUTURE.

THROUGHOUT THE DRY AND
DUSTY SUMMER OF SOUTHERN ASIA,

THE OPEN PLAINS OF
INDIA ARE A BATTLEGROUND.

IN A CROWDED COUNTRY,
PROPERTY IS AT A PREMIUM,

EVEN FOR A BLACKBUCK ANTELOPE.

AND HE'LL FIGHT
FOR A PIECE OF IT.

THEIR THIN LEGS ARE
LIKE COILED SPRINGS.

THEY FIRE THEM SIX
FEET INTO THE AIR.

IT'S A DEFENSE
AGAINST PREDATORS.

BUT WITH MATING IN
MIND THEY USE SOME OF THEIR

ENERGY FOR SETTING UP HOME.

ONE YOUNG BUCK IS
YET TO GET HIS HOOVES ON

THE PROPERTY LADDER.

HE'S JUST STARTING OUT,
BUT HE'S IN A HURRY.

HE WANTS TO START A FAMILY.

FEMALE BUCKS MAY BE
PREPARED TO PARTNER UP WITH

A WELL-PLACED HOME-OWNER,

BUT WITHOUT A CENTRAL
LOCATION, YOU'RE A LOSER.

YOU HAVE TO MOVE FAST
TO STAKE YOUR CLAIM.

SCENT FROM A GLAND
BENEATH THEIR EYES ACTS

AS A "SOLD" SIGN.

AND A THREAT TO
WARD-OFF OTHER BIDDERS.

CLOSELY PACKED
BUCKS SIT TIGHT,

THEY'RE ON PERMANENT
NEIGHBORHOOD WATCH.

THEY'RE ARMED AND DANGEROUS.

A PAIR OF TWO-FOOT-LONG,
SPIRALING, POINTED HORNS

IS THEIR HOME DEFENSE
WHEN TROUBLE CALLS.

BUT THEY TRY TO
KEEP THEM HOLSTERED.

UNDER BATTLE CONDITIONS
THEY CAN SNAP,

AND A BROKEN HORN IS A
TOTAL TURN-OFF FOR ANY FEMALE.

THERE ARE NO CENTRAL PLOTS
LEFT FOR THE HOMELESS BUCK.

TESTOSTERONE LEVELS ARE HIGH.

HE TAKES IT OUT ON
ANYTHING HE CAN FIND.

A SMUG HOMEOWNER
SITTING PRETTY PUSHES HIM

TO BREAKING POINT.

HE'S GONNA TAKE
HIS PROPERTY BY FORCE.

IT'S GONNA GET UGLY.

NARRATOR: THIS HOME OWNING
BLACKBUCK IS ARMED WITH

A PAIR OF 2 FOOT LONG
WICKEDLY CURVED HORNS.

AND HE'S GONNA NEED THEM.

A FURIOUS RIVAL IS
PLANNING A VIOLENT LAND GRAB.

A BLACKBUCKS' CORKSCREW HORNS
CAN INTERLOCK IN COMBAT,

HOLDING THE FIGHTERS TIGHT.

BUT IF THEY DON'T LOCK,
INJURIES CAN BE FATAL.

THE LAND-GRABBER SERVES
HIS EVICTION ORDER.

IN A BRUTAL HEAD-BUTT.

HE CAN REACH SPEEDS
OF 50 MILES PER HOUR,

BUT THE HOMEOWNER HOLDS FIRM.

THEN SEEMS TO BACK
OFF, BUT IT'S A TRICK.

HE ATTACKS FROM THE FLANK.

IT'S HIGH STAKES.

HIS HORNS ARE BUILT
TO WITHSTAND IMPACT,

BUT IF HE GETS IT WRONG
THEY CAN CRACK AND BREAK.

HE'LL LOSE THE FIGHT,

ALONG WITH ANY CHANCE
OF MATING, FOR LIFE.

BLACKBUCK HORNS
WON'T GROW BACK.

THE FIGHT IS TAKING ITS TOLL.

TIME FOR THE DECIDER.

THE HOMEOWNER CHANGES TACTICS.

HE SLIPS HIS HORN UNDER
HIS OPPONENT'S LEG.

IF HE FALLS, THE
HOOKED LIMB COULD BREAK ON

THE BAKED EARTH.

HE RALLIES, BUT HE'S SHAKEN.

THERE WILL BE NO EVICTION.

THE HOMEOWNER'S
JUST TOO STRONG FOR HIS

SUB-PRIME OPPONENT.

THE VICTOR CELEBRATES WITH
A LITTLE HOME DECORATION

TO MARK HIS TERRITORY.

THE INTRUDER IS LUCKY
TO COME AWAY IN ONE PIECE.

THE DRY AND DUSTY PLAINS
ARE LITTERED WITH CASUALTIES.

SOME WALKING WOUNDED WON'T
BE SPRINGING TO SAFETY WHEN

A PREDATOR CALLS.

BUT ON A
SUN-KISSED SHORELINE,

THE BATTLE FOR A MATE
CAN BE EVEN MORE VICIOUS.

THE GOLDEN SHORES OF
SOUTH AFRICA ARE HOME TO AN

UNLIKELY LOOKING RESIDENT.

FOR AFRICAN PENGUINS,
IT SEEMS LIFE'S A BEACH.

BUT THERE CAN BE
BLOOD ON THE SAND.

TORPEDO SHAPED, THESE
BIRDS ARE BUILT FOR SPEED

THROUGH THE WATER.

THEY CAN SWIM
NEARLY 3 TIMES FASTER THAN

AN OLYMPIC MEDALIST.

THEY SPEND 75% OF
THEIR LIFE AT SEA.

AND WHEN THEY COME
ASHORE TO BREED,

THEY CHOOSE A MATE FOR LIFE.

BUT THESE CUTE-LOOKING
LOVEBIRDS HAVE A DARK SIDE,

THEY CAN FLY INTO
A JEALOUS RAGE.

WITH HOOKED BEAKS THAT CAN
RIP A MAN'S FINGER TO THE BONE.

PENGUIN FIGHTS CAN BE DEADLY.

STONY POINT,
BETTY'S BAY, SOUTH AFRICA.

HOME TO A LARGE
BREEDING COLONY.

ONE PENGUIN PICK-UP
ARTIST HAS CAUGHT THE EYE

OF A FEMALE.

HE INVITES HER BACK TO
HIS PLACE AND GOES ON AHEAD.

SHE FOLLOWS, BUT
ANOTHER MALE PENGUIN SHADOWS

HER EVERY MOVE.

HE'S A LOVE PEST, AND HE
WON'T TAKE NO FOR AN ANSWER.

HER DATE STEPS IN,
THE FIGHT'S ON.

THE OFF-BALANCE FIGHTERS
TUMBLE DOWN THE SAND LIKE

BOWLING PINS.

THE PEST GRIPS THE
FLESH BESIDE HIS RIVAL'S

BEAK AND LOCKS ON.

THE DATE TRIES TO HIT BACK,

MACHINE GUNNING RAPID-FIRE
BLOWS WITH HIS FLIPPER.

THE FLIPPERS ARE POWERFUL
ENOUGH TO HELP PROPEL AN

8 POUND PENGUIN THROUGH THE
WATER AT 15 MILES PER HOUR.

WING BONES INSIDE ARE
FUSED TOGETHER CREATING

AN EFFECTIVE CLUB.

IT'S POWERED BY HUGE
BREAST AND BACK MUSCLES,

MAKING UP A QUARTER OF THE
PENGUIN'S ENTIRE BODY WEIGHT.

THEY CAN FIRE OUT A BLOW
EVERY 5TH OF A SECOND.

THE DATE CLAMPS DOWN
ON HIS RIVAL'S BEAK.

IT'S DAMAGE LIMITATION.

BUT THE PEST ADOPTS SUMO
TACTICS, CHARGE AND TRIP.

THEN SWITCHES IT UP TO JUDO.

THE DATE'S UNDER FIRE,
BUT WON'T BACK DOWN.

THIS COULD BE A
FIGHT TO THE DEATH.

NARRATOR: A BLOODIED
PENGUIN BATTLES TO WIN

A MATE FOR LIFE.

IT LOOKS LIKE A
FIGHT TO THE DEATH.

UNTIL THE OBJECT OF
THEIR AFFECTION APPEARS.

SHE'S A CALMING INFLUENCE.

SHE HEADS BACK TO THE NEST
SITE, BUT THIS ISN'T OVER.

THE DATE LAUNCHES
AT THE LOVE PEST.

THE PEST STRIKES BACK,
HE'S UNSTOPPABLE.

THE DATE HAS NOTHING LEFT.

IT LOOKS LIKE
VICTORY FOR THE LOVE PEST.

THE FEMALE HESITATES,
THEN MAKES HER CHOICE.

SHE FOLLOWS HER FIRST LOVE.

A PENGUIN WHO'LL PUT
HIS LIFE ON THE LINE,

IS HER KIND OF GUY.

BUT WHEN THE
COMPETITION'S FIERCE,

IT TAKES SPILT BLOOD TO
PRESERVE THE BLOODLINE.

ON THE ISLAND OF MADAGASCAR,

THE UNDERGROWTH RINGS
WITH EERIE CALLS.

THEY COME FROM LEMURS,

KNOWN AS THE
GHOSTS OF THE FOREST.

RING TAILED LEMURS
ARE LEAN AND ATHLETIC,

BUILT FOR LEAPING OVER
30 FEET FROM TREE TO TREE.

THEY STAND AROUND
18 INCHES HIGH,

AND WEIGH LESS THAN 8 POUNDS.

SCALED UP TO HUMAN SIZE
THEY'D BE 6 FEET AND 32 POUNDS.

THEIR TAILS ARE
UP TO 2 FEET LONG AND

ARE FLIGHT STABILIZERS,

HELPING THEM GLIDE
THROUGH THE TREES.

RING TAILED LEMURS LIVE
IN TROOPS OF UP TO 25,

AND THE FEMALES
ARE IN CHARGE,

HEADED BY A WARRIOR QUEEN.

ADULT LEMURS ARE
ARMED WITH SHARP CLAWS AND

LONG SLASHING CANINES.

THE FEMALES USE THEM IN BITTER
BRAWLS WITH RIVAL TROOPS,

AND IN VICIOUS FIGHTS,
TO RISE UP THE PECKING ORDER.

THE HANDFUL OF MALES
IN A LEMUR TROOP ARE AT

THE BOTTOM OF THE HEAP.

THEY'RE HAPPIEST JUST
CHILLIN, TAKING IN THE RAYS.

BUT THEY ARE VITAL TO
THE TROOP, FOR BREEDING.

WHEN A FEMALE IS READY
SHE MAY MATE WITH ALL

THE TROOP'S MALES.

BUT THE QUESTION
IS WHO'S FIRST?

THIS LEMUR IS FEELING
LUCKY BECAUSE HE SMELLS.

AND SUPREMACY IS
DECIDED BY A STINK-OFF.

THE MALE LEMURS EMIT A
PUNGENT LIQUID FROM A GLAND

IN THEIR WRIST AND
RUB IT INTO THEIR TAILS.

THEN THEY WAFT IT TOWARDS
THEIR LOVE RIVALS.

STINKY HAS THE
CHAMPION STENCH,

SO HE WINS THE
CHANCE TO MATE FIRST.

BUT A RIVAL INTERRUPTS HIM.

HE OVERRULES THE ODOR'S RULE,

AND CHALLENGES STINKY
TO A REAL FIGHT.

IT'S KUNG-FU COMBAT,

FLYING KICKS AS THE
LEMURS 'JUMP FIGHT.'

STINKY'S TAIL HELPS
HIM TWIST AS HE KICKS.

THE RULE-BREAKER AIMS
FOR AN APPROPRIATE TARGET,

THE CROWN JEWELS.

BUT STINKY GETS
IN A HEAD SHOT.

THE RULE-BREAKER NEEDS
TO CHANGE TACTICS.

SOFTEN HIM UP
WITH A BODY SLAM.

THEN, KEEP HIM ON THE DECK.

HE TAKES STINKY DOWN, AND
BRINGS HIS TEETH INTO PLAY.

HE STRIPS THE
FLESH CLEAN AWAY.

STINKY'S SAVAGED HAND
IS A TECHNICAL KNOCKOUT.

HIS RIVAL SCENTS VICTORY
AND CLAIMS HIS MATING RIGHTS.

STINKY IS DOWN, BUT NOT OUT.

HE CAN'T FIGHT,
BUT HE WANTS JUSTICE.

HE SWINGS BACK INTO THE
TREES AND TEMPTS HIS RIVAL

TO BREAK OFF THE
NUPTIALS AND GIVE CHASE.

A THIRD MALE SPOTS HIS CHANCE,

AND SNEAKS IN TO
BAG FIRST MATING RIGHTS.

STINKY'S REVENGE IS COMPLETE,

AND HE LIVES TO
MATE ANOTHER DAY,

MADAGASCAR'S FORESTS
MAY HAVE GHOSTS,

BUT AMERICA'S HAVE MONSTERS.

REACHING UP TO 8 FEET
TALL AND OVER 1,500 POUNDS,

A FULLY-GROWN ADULT MALE
GRIZZLY IS ONE OF THE MOST

POWERFUL PREDATORS
ON THE PLANET.

HE HAS LITTLE TO FEAR,
EVEN A BISON TWICE HIS SIZE

WON'T STAND IN HIS WAY.

BUT FOR A YOUNG GRIZZLY,
IT'S A DIFFERENT STORY.

EVERY SPRING IN THE NORTH
AMERICAN WILDERNESS THERE'S

A BOOM IN THE
GRIZZLY BEAR POPULATION.

BUT MORE THAN 50% OF
GRIZZLY CUBS WON'T MAKE IT

PAST THEIR FIRST WINTER.

THIS YOUNG GRIZZLY
IN YELLOWSTONE PARK IS ONE

OF THE LUCKY ONES.

HE'S JUST OVER 4 YEARS OLD.

LAST YEAR HE LEFT
HIS MOTHER'S PROTECTION,

AND HE'S STILL ON A
STEEP LEARNING CURVE.

HE'S A LIGHTWEIGHT,
SMALLER THAN HIS FULLY GROWN

GRIZZLY COUNTERPARTS.

HE MUST BULK UP QUICKLY
TO SURVIVE THE LOSS OF NEARLY

A THIRD OF HIS
BODY MASS IN WINTER.

THAT MEANS FINDING FOOD.

A FULL GROWN GRIZZLY EATS
UP TO 30,000 CALORIES A DAY.

AS A CUB, MOM TAUGHT
HIM HOW TO FORAGE FOR

ANYTHING FROM EARTHWORMS
TO EDIBLE SEEDS AND NUTS,

AND HE FOLLOWED IN HER
PAW STEPS AS SHE BROUGHT

DOWN BIG GAME.

BUT NOW HIS OWN HUNTING
SEASON IS GOING BADLY.

HUNTING UPHILL, HE'S
DEFINITELY NOT SMARTER THAN

THE AVERAGE BEAR.

HE NEEDS TO WISE-UP FAST
BECAUSE IN YELLOWSTONE,

THERE IS AN
EVER-PRESENT DANGER.

A RIVAL PREDATOR PROWLS
THE SAME FORESTS,

AND PATROLS THE
SAME OPEN RANGE.

UNLIKE GRIZZLIES, GREY WOLVES
ARE CO-OPERATIVE PREDATORS.

THEY HUNT IN PACKS.

TEAMWORK ALLOWS THEM TO
ISOLATE AND TAKE DOWN LARGE

PREY WITH RUTHLESS EFFICIENCY.

THE GRIZZLY LIGHTWEIGHT
IS STRUGGLING.

HE WANTS IN ON THE ACTION.

NARRATOR: A YOUNG
LIGHTWEIGHT GRIZZLY IS

TRYING TO BULK UP FAST.

HE NEEDS TO FIND
MEAT TO FEED ON,

AND HE PLANS TO
TAKE IT BY FORCE...

BY STEALING IT FROM
MOUTHS OF WOLVES.

WORKING TOGETHER GREY WOLVES
WILL SOMETIMES TAKE ON

A VULNERABLE MOTHER GRIZZLY
TO TRY AND MAKE MINCEMEAT

OF HER CUB.

ADULT MALE GRIZZLIES ARE
PRACTICALLY INVINCIBLE,

BUT THE LIGHTWEIGHT 4-YEAR-OLD
HAS SOME GROWING TO DO.

HE STARTS TO BURY A
WOLF KILL AND THE 8 STRONG

PACK ISN'T HAPPY.

ONE-ON-ONE IT'S NO CONTEST.

A FULLY GROWN MALE GRIZZLY
CAN REMOVE A WOLF'S HEAD

WITH ONE SWIPE
OF HIS PAW,

AND HOLD OFF UP TO
24 HUNGRY WOLVES.

BUT THE PACK BELIEVES IT
CAN TAKE DOWN THE LIGHTWEIGHT

BY KEEPING THE
MUZZLE AND PAWS BUSY,

AND ATTACKING
THE UNDEFENDED REAR.

THE YOUNGSTER STRIKES OUT,
BUT HIS BLUFF HAS BEEN CALLED.

BACKING AWAY IS A
SIGN OF WEAKNESS,

AND THE SIGNAL TO ATTACK.

THE LEAD WOLF SNAPS DOWN WITH
A BITE FORCE OF 1500 POUNDS.

HE SPINS
THE BEAR 360 DEGREES.

THE YOUNGSTER
IS FULLY ON THE RUN.

ONLY THE RAVEN'S SEEM
TO HAVE THE BEAR'S BACK.

THE PACK PROCLAIMS
VICTORY WITH A FEAST.

IF YOU DON'T HAVE
THE BULK OF A GRIZZLY,

SURVIVAL CAN REST
ON A SECRET WEAPON.

THE SONORAN DESERT IS
ONE OF NORTH AMERICA'S

HOTTEST NATURAL ENVIRONMENTS.

TEMPERATURES
REACH 120 DEGREES.

ITS WILDLIFE HAS
TO ADAPT, OR DIE.

THE HORNED LIZARD IS AN EXPERT
IN DESERT MULTI-TASKING.

HE'S WELL EQUIPPED WITH
APPS TO HELP HIM SURVIVE.

HIS PEBBLED COLORING
BLENDS IN WITH

HIS DESERT SURROUNDINGS,

THE PERFECT CAMOUFLAGE
FOR HIDING OR STALKING.

ANOTHER SELF-DEFENSE APP,
SCALES LIKE DINOSAUR SPIKES,

AND OVERLAPPING ARMOR
AGAINST SMALL PREDATORS.

HIS FAVORITE FOOD,
HARVESTER ANTS,

COME WITH A VENOMOUS STING.

BUT HE EVEN HAS
AN APP FOR THAT.

HIS MOUTH PRODUCES
A PROTECTIVE MUCUS,

MAKING THE ANTS EASY PICKINGS.

BUT THIS HORNED LIZARD'S
VERSATILITY IS ABOUT TO FACE

A DEADLY CHALLENGE.

THIS COYOTE IS EQUALLY
AT HOME IN THE DESERT.

HE STANDS AROUND 2 FEET
TALL AND 3 FEET LONG.

HE'S A GIANT BY
LOCAL STANDARDS.

HE'S ADAPTED TO SURVIVE
BY FEEDING ON JUST ABOUT

ANYTHING THAT MOVES,

AND A SUDDEN MOVEMENT
GIVES AWAY THE PRESENCE

OF THE HORNED LIZARD.

THE LIZARD STANDS HIS GROUND.

IT LOOKS LIKE
A THE GREATEST EVER

ANIMAL FIGHT NIGHT MISMATCH.

THE COYOTE'S CANINES,
WILL EASILY PIERCE THE LIZARD'S

ARMORED SCALES AND HIS
SPIKES WON'T PHASE A MONSTER

30 TIMES HIS SIZE.

BUT THIS LIZARD
HAS ONE MORE TRICK.

HE SAVES HIS BEST
APP FOR LAST.

HE FIRES OUT A STREAM
OF BLOOD FROM HIS EYE.

A POUCH, KNOWN AS
THE OCULAR SINUS,

SWELLS WITH BLOOD HELD UNDER
PRESSURE BENEATH THE SKIN.

HE MOVES HIS EYE
MUSCLES TO AIM.

AND IT'S A
CHEMICAL WEAPON.

EXPERTS BELIEVE VENOM
FROM THE HARVESTER ANTS MAKES

THE BLOOD FOUL TASTING.

HE CAN FIRE UP TO 10 TIMES
IN A ROW AND SQUIRT OUT

HALF THE BLOOD IN HIS BODY.

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THE SHOCK IS ENOUGH
TO SPOOK THE COYOTE INTO

A FULL RETREAT AND
LEAVES HIM WITH A NASTY TASTE

IN HIS MOUTH.

HE'S NOT SUCH A WILEY COYOTE.

THE UNHARMED HORNED
LIZARD MOVES ON.

OVER THE RISE IS AN ANT'S
NEST WITH HIS NAME ON IT.