All language subtitles for The.Plague.Dogs.1982.108

I think he's
starting to pack it in.

Now, Stephen.

Two hours, 20
minutes, 53 and 1/5th seconds.

Six and a half minutes
longer than Wednesday's test,

about 12 minutes longer
than the one before that.

It's remarkable how regular

the increase appears to be, isn't it?

It'll be interesting to see what happens

when its expectation of removal is

countered by its physical limits.

Shouldn't take too much longer.

Shall I schedule
the tank for Monday, Doctor?

Same procedure as last time.

And oh yes, Stephen,
Cambridge are anxious for us

to go ahead with the
social deprivation series.

We do have a monkey set
aside for that, don't we?

Just waiting for the go-ahead.

Right, then, get it
into the cylinder this evening.

Oh, and that tank, Stephen,

have it cleaned out will you please.

Ah, well that's for thee there.

Now, get ya down.

Here poor lad.

You're not still getting nowhere?

Hey, what's this?

Poor little bugger.

Too much for you, was it?

Harry, Harry?

Hello.

You still mucking about in there?

Right.

Well I'm going into Coniston for a pint.

Can't you loan me the car?

Aye, alright.

Just a few more packets here and I'm done.

Oh.

Can't keep me awaitin' forever.

Just comin'.

Rowf.

Come back.

I can't do it.

I'll fight.

I'll tear their white coats.

Damned white coats.

It's not the white coats,
Rowf, it's me, Snitter.

Listen, the door is not a wall anymore.

The tobacco-man lit it with his matches.

Can you smell it burning?

I can't stand the water anymore.

When I shut my eyes,
the water comes again.

How do you get out, do you drink it?

Or does the Sun dry it out, or what?

I don't know.

I hate it, Snitter.

The water's terrible.

The wire's loose here, Rowf.

Along the bottom.

If I put my nose under it, I
might be able to get through.

Why do they do it, Snitter?

I'm not a bad dog.

I don't think they do it because

they think you're bad, Rowf.

Do you think you're the only one

who hates this damn place?

Rowf, now I remember.

That's why I came.

The door in your pen's unfastened.

We can go through it, Rowf.

- They'd only bring us back.
- We can do it.

We can get out of here.

It's safe in here.

I don't mean out of your
kennel, I mean out of here.

The whole place.

We can do it.

It's bad out there.

Bad?

Think of the water.

What could be worse than that?

Hours of struggling in the
metal water with the white coats

peering down into the tank, watching you.

And one day you won't get out.

They'll let you drown.

They say, go in the water, I'll...

They're not masters.

I had a master once, and I know whatever

the white coats are, they are not masters.

Where are you going?

How did you get loose?

And what's that on your head?

It's smells of the stuff the white

coats put over everything.

The white coats made me better.

First they made me ill, and
then they made me better.

I've been ill, you know.
- Look, flat face.

How does the tobacco-man
go through that door?

He is usually carrying things.

And he pushes it with
his shoulder or his foot,

and then edges through sideways.

Let me tell you what
happened when I was ill.

First of all, the white
coats made me better,

as I said and then they made me worse.

I didn't know whether
I was coming or going.

First I was well, then I was ill.

I was in a total state of confusion.

Don't jump at it, Rowf.

Just push.

That's it.

There must be some
reason, mustn't there?

It must do some sort of good.

Some terrible sort of disease in there.

That's what the smell's about.

Leave it spilt, old Rowf.

Let it trickle away.

It's made the floor sharp,

and the blood will run out of your nose.

Come on.

Mud and rain, gutters and leaves' smell.

No good, though.

Won't get through here.

It's cold, my feet are cold.

Something's been burnt in there.

It's a death place.

Bones, hair.

They must burn creatures in there.

Fresh air, Rowf.

Sheep, rain I can smell
it underneath the ashes.

In there?

Smells come through cracks, dogs don't.

Outside, don't you see?

Past the burnt smell.

Snitter.

Are you hurt, old Rowf?

I was afraid I'd never get through.

Alright now.

This is your idea of fresh air and rain?

Snitter, stay.

It's that
terrier, it was its fault.

The dog killed him.

Wake up, Rowf, we've got to get on.

Not yet, I'm tired.

It's warm in here.

This is where it's coming from.

Fresh air, Rowf.

Bloody hell is all this?

Glass everywhere.

- Here...
- Rowf, we can't stay here.

The white coats will find us.

We've got to get out.

There isn't any out.

Yes there is.

You can smell it out there.

We could be free.

Go on, Rowf, go on.

Get on, Rowf, fast.

Come on, light, damn it.

What's the matter with the thing?

Damn this place, damn the white coats.

Damn you all!

You bit me.

I bit you?

I didn't.

Really, I didn't.

You did.

You've hurt me.

Get up and come with me, old Rowf.

We're free.

They've taken everything away.

The houses, the roads
cars, pavement, the lot.

How did they do it Rowf?

The white coats
must've changed it,

so they could do something
or other to animals.

My master never
used to do anything to me.

I don't want to
hear about your master.

When I was
at home, my master...

Aren't you listening to me?

Masters are different, Rowf.

You will see what I mean
when we've found one.

Suppose there aren't any
masters left, what then?

There must be.

It's just that I wasn't expecting this.

Look, Rowf, look.

Everything's so still in there.

If I was in there, covered
over, my head would be cool.

Things would keep still.

If you fall in, they won't let you out.

Well, it's better out
here than in the pens.

Isn't it Rowf?

When are we gonna eat?

I'm hungry.

The flies in my head they keep buzzing.

Feels like smoke.

Look, how the wind sends the
leaves running across the sky.

There are the houses.

I knew they couldn't have gone far.

Come on Rowf, we're alright now.

Go on, get out ya bugger, get out!

Away with ya.

You spoiled it, Rowf.

You've got to treat them properly

if you want to get anything from them.

Did he hit you with that stone?

No.

If he had, I'd have really gone for him.

You mustn't rootle about in dustbins,

however nice they smell.

Not if masters are anywhere near.

Makes them angry for some reason.

The proper thing, if you want
to get food out of a man,

is to go and make friends first.

Then, he gives you something.

You do the man before the food.

Not after.

Look, there's a shop.

A shop.

You know, where they keep
meat, and biscuits, and things.

Now, watch me, Rowf.

And remember do the man first.

Hey, a dog with a cap on.

Oh why, look at that.

- White coats.
- It was a white coats place?

Maybe the towns are all white coats.

I must've made a mistake.

It looked like a shop.

One of them had a knife.

They must cut them up on
those glass tables in there.

Why has everything changed so much?

Rowf.

I'm blind.

Rowf, the truck's coming.

The truck's coming.

Been run over, do you think?

Nay, not run over.

It's been to the vet, look
at the dressing on its head.

Ought to be inside somewhere,
by rights, must've got out.

It's got this green collar, Jack.

Nothing on it but a number.

Let's put it in the back of the
car and get it off the road.

Bloody hell.

I told you, Snitter.

I told you, you think you you
know everything about men.

They were trying to help me.

They were masters.

It was my head all on
fire, I couldn't see.

They were white coats, they
were gonna take you back.

Are you alright?

I think.

Yes, I think so.

Aye, there's two of them gone.

I thought I better let thee
know, like, first thing.

You said all the
doors and windows were locked.

There's just no other way
they could've got out.

Well, they'll not have gone far.

Last time they were fed was Friday night.

So they'll have to get
some grub somewhere.

If they've been chasing
sheep out fell an' all,

that'd be a right do, that would.

That's offense against the law, ya know.

Being in possession of a
dog that worries sheep.

Rowf.

Look, take a good look.

I was right, I told you.

That, Rowf, is a master.

A real master of dogs.

We'll do what they're doing.

Don't you see?

And then the man will
take us home with him.

Oh, what luck.

My master used to throw sticks, or a ball.

They like you to run about and do things.

Well, this man uses sheep
instead of sticks, that's all.

We'll show 'em, Rowf.

We'll show 'em.

What the hell art thou playin' at?

Art thou stark bloody mad, or what?

- We just need a master.
- Just need a master?

Of all the...

Art thou out of thou minds,
chasing yows up an' down fell?

Snappin' an' bitin'.

Where's thy farm at?

Where's thy master?

Thy's nipped yon yow too, the bastard.

It's bleedin'.

Lay off, you don't own this place.

Don't own it?

Then I'd like to know who bloody does.

Hey Wag, he says we don't own fell 'ere.

Bloody cheek.

What they reckon they're up to, then?

What're you up to, then?

Gatherin', you daft sod.

Seekin' wooled sheep, of course.

An' then they comes
down like bloody bulls,

and spoils half hour's good work.

Aye, they'll be tourists.

Thee, with yon patch on the
head where's thy master at?

Has he been hurt and thee run away?

We haven't a master.

We thought, maybe your master...

He'll fill thee with lead,
he will, worrying sheep.

We were only
doing the same as them.

Don, come back here.

Wag, come back here.

We better get out of here.

They belonged where they were.

You could smell it.

No white coat does anything to them.

But what are we going to do, Rowf?

This isn't the world I left when

I was sold to the white coats.

Must've changed when I killed my master.

Everything I do turns out wrong.

You would kill me, wouldn't you?

Rowf?

I mean, if they try to take us back.

What're you talking about?

You're getting crazier all the time.

We would've been fed by now, wouldn't we?

We couldn't even find our
way back to the white coats.

I mean, supposing we wanted to.

Do you want to go back?

I don't know.

There's nothing up here.

I don't anyone's been up
here since it was made.

Well, the white coats
won't come up here, anyway.

No, they won't come up here.

But neither will your master.

My master can't anymore.

Rowf, if we don't find
food soon, we'll die.

I'm not gonna die.

Not without a fight.

Who are you going to fight?

There's no one here.

I'll fight this.

But we'll have to change.

Change, change to what?

To what we used to be.

Real animals, wild animals.

We'll find food.

We'll live by our teeth, and kill.

That's what we'll do.

Kill.

Those sheep belonged to that man.

Then this one must, too.

We must get away.

And leave this?

We can finish it off later.

Come on.

Where?

I don't know, down there.

Into that valley.

Slowly, Snitter, I'm sore all over.

That sheep battered me to bits.

It's most unfortunate.

I still can't quite
understand how it happened.

As far as I can make out,

there was a length of wire netting loose,

and 815 must've got under
sometime that night.

But if the door had been fastened

it wouldn't open of its
own accord, would it?

It is possible, that Tyson didn't

shut the door properly, of course.

They couldn't have gotten into

Dr. Goodner's section, could they?

No, no, no,
we're quite sure of that.

That was the first place I checked.

I've spoken to Dr. Goodner,
and he's sure that...

Yes, well,
that's something, anyway.

I can't, Snitter.

You better go on.

I've had enough.

Maybe I'll feel better later.

But if you stay here, Rowf in the open...

Might as well lie here as anywhere.

Where are we going, anyway?

I've got to stop, Snitter.

My leg hurts.

Rowf, listen, listen to me.

Go away, leave me alone.

I have found a place, Rowf.

A sort of house, secret.

Dry, out of the rain.

They won't find us there.

Man must've made it.

No, no, Rowf, I'm sure
I've found something good.

How can anything be
good in a place like this?

Come, see.

Wouldn't there be a chance?

Just a chance?

This goes a long way in.

No one will be able to find us, ever.

There's no smell of man.

Maybe you're right, Snitter.

It does seem safe.

Look at the clouds, Rowf.

They never go backward, do they?

They go only one way.

They must be starving by now.

Suppose they start worrying sheep?

Well, then some
farmer will shoot them.

Or realize where they're
from and get onto us.

In which case we'll only have to pacify

one local instead of the whole district.

Damn shame though.

All that work on those
dogs, gone for nothing.

God almighty.

They've left little enough.

It's not just them.

Some other creature's been at it.

You're right.

I can smell it.

I don't know what it is, but
it makes me angry somehow.

- It's not here now.
- Yes, it is.

Lurking about, watching.

I can feel it.

Stay where you are, I mean it.

Now wait now, kidda.

No need for you an' me to start battlin'.

Where'd you get that crack
on your head, bonny lad?

The road was black and
white, and then the truck came

and lightning shot down my head.

It is a dog, isn't it?

He's a thief.

Now, give ower.

Let's all be mates, no need for a barney.

Stick with me, and we'll all be jumpin'.

Else you'll soon be dead.

- Dead?
- Aye, dead.

And no argument about it.

- We're not about to die.
- No?

Why hinny, you've got no chance at all.

I've been watchin' ya the
last two days, ye'll not last.

Hollerin' yer heads off,
racin' about the fell.

What do you mean, what're you saying?

Just a proposition, bonny lads.

If you'll hunt an' kill with me,

I'll keep you right and
you'll get your meat.

You'll run through the
night and follow me feet.

I don't understand a word he's saying.

He's saying he'll show
us how to live out here,

if we let him share what we kill.

Aye, laddie, that's it.

Why, you'll have no bother with me.

I'm a delicate eater.

I don't naught but pick at me meat.

He'll cheat us and run
away when it suits him.

Bloody thief, that's what he is.

Well, we've nothing to lose.

He's a sharp one, Rowf.

If you're still here when it's light

we'll decide what to do then.

Ah, now you're talking sense.

Keep a tight ahold of your
meat, an' good luck go with you.

- What do you call yourself?
- I'm the Tod.

Tod, you know, canniest
Tod on moss an' moor.

We wanted to help
them, but they drove us away.

It's hard to find food.

It's not like having a master.

Even the white coats fed us.

Snitter wanted to find
some man who'd take us

to his house, and look after us.

I told him it was a silly thing to expect.

You're right, laddie.

Guns an' dogs an' traps an' all.

Have you ever had
anything to do with men?

Aye, now and again.

But as a rule, as little as possible.

You'd be loose in the head to
seek out the likes of them.

Live as a wild animal.

That's what I mean to do.

Oh aye, without me, bonny lad?

If you go the way you're goin',

you'll have no more than three mornings.

I've not seen a dafter pair.

Lyin' flat out on the fell, as like there

was neither dogs nor shepard about.

You kills his sheep, bolts it down,

keeps away for a spell
an' comes back like cubs.

You pair of daft twits.

But mind, you pull yon
yow down clever, though.

By hinny, you're a hard one.

I'm still bruised all over.

Laddie, there's ways
of gettin' stuck in hard,

an' ways of duckin' out.

With me beside you, a great hard bugger

like you would have no bother at all.

You'll sharp learn the ways.

Do you kill sheep, then?

Well, maybe a wee lamb in the
spring, if the chance comes.

But you could take care of any size.

Come to that, you could both be dab hands.

And you think you could
help us to live out here?

Aye, us Tods we're used to runnin'

till the dark comes, anyway.

The Dark?

What's the dark?

That's the place when
you stop runnin' for good.

And unless I'm along, that
would be in no time at all.

What do you mean,
I won't have to kill it?

No need to, hinny.

But it'll be movin' sharply,

so you'll have to watch yourself.

You don't want to go down with it.

It'll be coming up as
fast as we can drive it.

Do you think you can do it?

Ah, don't worry, you'll manage canny.

Snitter?

Well done, Snitter.

How far down do you think it is?

A canny way down but better than

getting bashed about, isn't it?

What's happened to you?

What do you mean?

Your head.

It's just a hole.

Not all that strange, not really.

Holes after all, I've seen
holes in cars, and pipes,

you know, running under the road?

Of course, that was before the truck came.

Time we were goin' down.

You'll be no doubt hungered like me.

You see?

There's nothing to it, lad.

The next one will be yours.

Now go on, lad, don't wanna hang about.

If you muzzle them
then it's ridiculous you see?

There's some bloody
beast or other living up there.

There is that.

Two sheep inside eight or nine days.

Where'd ya find 'em?

First one were almost at the top.

But it's real steep and
it were two year old.

Not an old one, Bob.

I saw its teeth an' all.

Two other were out by
town, near Rough Ground.

They were both the bloody same.

Pulled to pieces.

No fox could've done it.

That'll be dog then, bloody hell.

Have you got no brains in
your head, you great nit?

As soon as me back's turned,
then you're bloody up an'...

Could you not wait till I tell ye?

You great stupid...
- What's the matter, Tod?

What did he do?
- What did he do?

Kill out in the open, right
on the shepherd's trod,

clottin' the place up with blood.

Do you think he's blind?

You're for it, tinny.

You're arse will be inside out by mornin'.

I'm not bidin' with
you lot, me, I'm goin'.

But where are you going?

Oh, I'm just goin' to
bark at the farmer's door.

Maybe he'll let me shove
me head up his gun.

Save a lot of bother that will.

Tod, Tod, wait.

Let him go.

Good riddance.

I was just wondering what it
would be like to have a master.

The kind you talk about.

But there's no one, only us.

The Dark that Tod talks
about, it's all around us.

I can feel it.

Good morning, George.

Alright, go on, out you get.

Not too early for you?

Too early, it's always too early.

How are you, alright?

I'm alright.

I'll be a damn sight better

if we can get this business over with.

Give us a bite now, kidda.

There'll be naught left.

You're quick enough to come
crawling around for a piece.

Now hang on, lad.

I've come back to tell
you to lop off sharp.

The farmers are down in the
valley, headin' this way.

Dogs all over the place.

And they've got guns.

How is it doing to end?

Running around these mountains?

We've got to go, Rowf.

The Tod's right.

We're wild animals now.

Are we goin' now, or do I go me self?

And you'd best be sharp.

Maybe what they're doing to us is right.

I'm a good dog, Snitter.

You're no dog at all, now.

You're a sheep killer.

And they'll blast your arse out, hinny.

No trouble.

I tell you, we best be off or you'll both

be dead or dying inside half an hour.

Look at that.

Yeah, that's dog, alright.

Maybe, I'm not certain.

Well, that proves it.

Bastards.

They're shifty, and they
know their way about.

They got away going through
that oldest used mine.

The one near Leaver's house.

Bloody irresponsible, it is,
letting dogs loose on fell.

I just had an idea, Dennis.

Wasn't old Larry Tyson saying
something about lost dogs?

He's over at Coniston, isn't he?

In the research station?
- Ah, that's right, he is.

Coniston's government controlled.

Government department responsible
for sheep killing dogs?

Be real embarrassing, that would.

They'd not like it at all.

Not at all.

It's plenty a good
save I was stuck in court.

Well it's a serious matter, Harry.

He's sheep killin', and
there's no doubt they're dogs.

Can't be nothing else, living
systematically off the sheep.

But the boss at
the lab says they're nothin'.

And them that pays the
piper, goes the tune.

Can I help you?

I'm ringing to ask

if you're missin' any dogs.

Could you tell me a
little more about this, Mister...

My name is Williamson.

I farm sheep up Dunnerdale way.

How do you come to be asking us?

There's sheep

being killed in Dunnerdale.

Three of four of 'em and
I'm not the only farmer,

who reckons it's stray dogs.

Now, I'm just asking for a straight

answer to a straight question.

Have you lost any dogs?

I'm sorry, I
can't tell you straight

off the cuff, Mr. Williamson, but if I...

There must be somebody there

who knows how many dogs you've got.

May I ring you back?

I hope it'll be soon

as some chaps here have
to work for a living.

Down there, that yow.

We'll fell that one.

Telling this Williamson
that we have nothing to say

was exactly the right line to take.

He's gonna think
that's very suspicious.

And what about Tyson?

I've already
had a word with Tyson,

and the most he can say, if he's asked

is that two pens were found empty.

You think Williamson's
going to accept that?

I don't think
we're under any obligation

to answer that farmer's questions.

If he thinks evil, let him prove evil.

If he can.

Come on, then.

That's a good fella.

Come on.

Yes, that's it.

Come on, boy.

Good.

Who did that to you?

Come on then.

Yes, that's it.

Come on boy, come on.

That's a good fella.

Come on, up we go.

There he is,
that's one of the buggers.

- Sneaky sods.
- Are they looking for us?

Who else?

Let's away now, an' stop yer yammerin'.

Not without Snitter.

If they're hunting the valley
for us, Snitter's in danger.

That may be, hinny.

But that looks like real trouble.

- Ackland here.
- Mr. Ackland

I wonder if you'd consider
doing a small job for me?

Who's this I'm talking to?

Boycott, Dr. Robert Boycott.

I'm with the Lawson Park
Experimental Station, in Coniston.

Oh
aye, what kind of job?

Well, I understand

that there are two dogs,

that have worrying
sheep up near Thirlmere.

If you have the time, I'd be
most grateful if you could

see your way clear to ensuring that

they they don't do anymore damage.

Rowf.

What are you doing here?

I've been searching
for the past two days.

What happened to you?

Didn't you hear it?

I mean, when the air all blew to pieces.

I know it's my fault,

but I didn't do it on purpose.

What blew to pieces?

What're you talking about?

We're dead, you and I.

I've killed us both.

I've destroyed everything.

Now, calm down and tell me everything.

I was coming back and all the grass

and stones in my head were very loud.

Sort of humming, like a strong wind.

And I was on a road like last time.

He called me, and smiled.

And I went to him and
everything smashed to pieces.

I smashed it like I did the other time.

It all comes from me, Rowf.

Out of my head.

I killed that man, like
I killed my master.

That's why we're here now, like this.

We'll be punished, Rowf.

They can't do anything worse

than they've done already.

Everything bad comes out of my head.

Don't you see?

Perhaps dying, even dying doesn't stop it.

I don't understand what
you're saying but as for dying,

I'll fight before I'm killed.

They'll shoot you, Rowf
when they come with guns.

The noise breaks the world to bits.

If we send someone up there now,

we'll have a national exclusive.

Oh, I'm sure we
can do a big number on it

exclusive from our reporter
in Cumberland, et cetera.

All that, and then the whole
thing folds in the middle.

We could look very foolish.

Suppose a farmer
shoots the dog next week.

- That'll be the end of it.
- That's not the point.

In the first place, half
the conservation groups

in the country were opposed to the lab

being set up in a national park.

Secondly, no one has the teeniest idea

what on Earth it is that
they're doing there anyway.

Do any of you?

No.

Now there's talk of sheep killing,

and a member of the local gentry

gets himself shot by the dog.

Ah, but was there a dog

involved in the shooting at all?

There were muddy paw
marks on him, and dog hair.

I've got a feeling about this one.

Get someone up there right away.

Today, in fact.

Vera, are you awake?

Yes I am, did
you hear that noise?

Do you think it's a
sheep got in at the back?

I can't tell, eh, wait a minute.

Hey, it's two dogs down there.

They're pulling the
rubbish all over the place.

Oh, what a nuisance.
- But whose dogs are they?

I've not seen them before.

Lord save us, what ever

happened to that little one?

It's head, look, it's almost cut in two.

Did you ever see anything like it?

Look, the other one, the big one.

Did you remember what Dennis said?

That must be
the dog that killed poor

Mr. Chetwind down at Cockley Beck.

Don't go down, Vera.
- I am going down.

I'm not hiding indoors
while a couple of stray dogs

pull rubbish up and down the yard.

Be off with ya and go on!

Will you get out of here?

Go on, go on, out.

I don't think this one's likely

to give any trouble, Vera.

Poor little thing, I think it's sick.

No wonder either, with that head.

Look at it.

Well it's frightened to death.

Here now, what's your name, then?

It might be best not to touch it

if there's something catching.

Especially if it's comes
from that research place.

We'll shut it in the shed

and telephone the police in Broughton.

They'll know what to do.

You lookin' for me?

The way you were runnin', I
thought your arse was afire.

Snitter's in bad trouble.

Your wee friend's still lost, is he?

Just come with me quickly, please.

We need you.

- Double zero five, go ahead.
- Falcon zero, zero, nine.

Snitter, can you hear me?

I'm inside my head now and
it's where I should be.

This is no time for one of your turns.

Come on out, you great fond fool.

Sharp with ya now,
before we're all caught.

I can't come out.

If I do, I'll go mad again.

Move yourself.

Sharp now, ya great nannyhammer.

Get out of the way.

Right in front of ya, that drain.

Follow it to the end.

That's the way out of the shed.

We keep fairly accurate
records of our animals.

I'm sure you do, sir.

Show this identification
before the matter request

as far as the laboratory is concerned.

If you'll just come through here, see.

Look, there, he's getting out!

Got him.

Why, the bugger bit me.

This
is Steven, go ahead.

Okay
Steven, 251, 050 area over.

1251,
any other sign of them?

I'm so sorry
to keep you waiting.

Oh, it's alright.

Fill it up, please.

As a matter of fact
we've had a bit of a rumpus.

Quite a to-do, while it lasted.

Really?

Early this
morning some stray dogs

broke in and upset our dustbins.

Both the dogs had green collars.

And they say that means they come

from the Coniston research place.

We had one of them shut up in the shed.

And a young gentleman come over

from Coniston, with a policeman.

Positive identification, right.

But he got away.
- Yes of course.

The dog, I mean.

I must say though, oh,
won't the dogs come back?

We'll try to see, that they don't.

Their sheep killing's a nasty business.

I've been reading
about that in the paper.

Something about a man
being killed, wasn't there?

I still need to
get a proper look at them.

They both had green collars on.

Did you not see that one, as it was

pushing itself through the drain hole?

Kind of a terrier, it was,
with that terrible gash.

And I don't know where a dog could come

by such a cut-across
head as that terrier had

except by, well, by vivisection,
if that's the right word.

It was a terrible sight.

Well it had just about got away

by the time we got there.

So I really didn't get a good look.

I've got to stop by
station first Mr. Powell,

before I take it back to
Coniston, if that's alright.

I'm heading
towards Coniston, Mr. Powell.

I'd be happy to give you a lift.

Oh well,
that's very kind of you.

Thank you very much, Miss...
- Driver, Lynn Driver.

Away, now.

We've got to get the wee
fella back before night.

He'll manage well enough.

But if the
dogs were from the lab,

they couldn't have been in good

enough physical condition
to kill sheep, could they?

Well, I'm not so sure about that.

732 was a biggish labrador, and strong.

We were doing some survival
endurance tests with it.

Doing fantastic times.
- And the other dog?

Well I wouldn't
think it's likely to be alive,

much less out killing sheep.

It had a pretty drastic operation

a short while before it escaped.

- What sort of operation?
- A brain operation.

Something quite new, I think.

Confusing the subjective with

the objective in the animal's mind.

I think that's right.

I wasn't all that involved in it.

Terrible waste, you know.

All that work down the drain.

Now we'll never know if it was successful.

I suppose
there are compensations.

Defense contracts?

Hush-hush stuff?

No, I don't
get that sort of work.

Goodner's the chap for that.

Far off, Tod.

Look.
- Out there.

That's the sea.

Have you never seen it before?

Salt and the weeds, it's all water there.

If only I could've stayed
inside my head this morning

I might've been able to
decide how to get there.

How to reach it.

It was the police, I had to go.

By going with
them, it looks as though

we're admitting our
connection with the matter.

Oh well, it can't be helped now.

Perhaps our best cause is to
make a short announcement,

acknowledging that two dogs have escaped.

Do you think that'll satisfy...

All they're concerned
with, is not getting involved.

They know the kind of work we do here.

If we prove to be an embarrassment

they'll drop us in a minute.

Lakeland
shopkeeper Phyllis Dawson

was awakened early yesterday by two dogs

which have recently been causing havoc

with farmers around Dunnerdale,

in the heart of the Lake District.

Scientist Stephen Powell,
hastening 18 miles

from the Lawson Park
Animal Research Station,

arrived too late to...

Accidental death?

Aw, well that's all he could've found.

Couldn't have found nothin'
else, Dennis, could he?

He never said nothin'
about a dog though, did he?

But it was a bloody dog, brought it about.

Well, coroner
couldn't bring that up.

No evidence.

And even if he had, they'd still call it

accidental death, wouldn't they?

Aye, but if the coroner had pinned

blame fair and square on the dogs

then the police should have somewhat.

Go out, find 'em and shoot 'em.

The way it's been left now,

we could lose a couple more sheep tonight,

and three next week and
nobody'd give a damn.

Are these dogs indeed a public danger,

as local farmers haughtily maintain

or are they wrongly blamed?

This is Lynn Driver,
reporting from Coniston.

Wait a minute, Rowf.

I know where we are.

That first night after we escaped

after we'd left those sheep dogs,

who got so angry with us.

Would you remember?

And then we changed into wild animals.

You two?

Wild animals?

Don't be daft.

This story of his, about killin'

a man with a gun is it true?

Or is it just the crack
in his head talking?

As far as I can make out, it's true.

I don't know how it happened, exactly.

You know how he goes on.

By the little bugger, shoot a man.

Now that's something.

Mind, it's bad.

Damn these cobwebs.

Your mate's gone daft
as a brush, you know.

If I had the sense I was born with,

I'd be off an' away, an' leave you to it.

You're always leaving
when it gets rough.

Give over, bonny lad,
no need to go on so.

Do you know why we're
still alive, with hundreds,

maybe thousands of men
that'd be glad to kill us?

They wouldn't dare.

I've only got to drown
or jump under a truck,

and the sky will fall down,
and all the men will die.

Have you ever thought of that, Rowf?

That puts us one up on them.

I'll tell the pair of you why.

Because I know them, the way they think.

So as long as you do what I
say, we'll stay ahead of them.

If not, there's just no chance.

I don't have
nothing to do with it.

It's secret, like I told you.

Do you have
any idea what he does?

He works in a special place,

like, an' it's kept locked.

But I do know it's got to do with rats.

Dr. Goodner were talking to me about

disposal of the beasts' bodies,

and I've seen a letter at his office.

It were from government.

And marked, secret.

What I want to know is,

how did the media get hold of all this?

Have you said anything to anyone?

Me?

No, not a thing.

You're absolutely
certain, not to anyone?

Oh well I I might've mentioned

something about dogs to a lady

who drove me back to the lab

after the incident with the police.

But nothing about Goodner's
work, or bubonic plague.

I couldn't, could I?

I didn't even know he was
working with the damn plague.

Sometimes I feel sure

I caused everything bad to happen.

But if you
really can do these things

why don't you make men afraid of us

and send us a nice warm chicken?

Now that really would be something.

I wouldn't go in there.

There's two of them blatherin' away.

What's that you're
licking off your face?

Oh eggs, hinny.

There was a lay-away nest in
the nettles 'round the back.

I ate the whole lot.

You, what about us?

Goes in there...

Stuffs itself full of eggs.

I'm finished with him.

And for good, this time.

We don't need him to
help us, we never did.

He can't help what he is.

Anyway I admire him.

He's natural.

Natural?

It drives me crazy.

But Rowf, the Tod warned us.

I don't care
what the damn Tod said.

We're going to eat.

Don't.

Look at them collars.

Didn't they say something
on telly about dogs

with green collars
escaping from Lawson Park?

Plagued, they said.

What're you going to do with
them after they're shot?

Let 'em go.

And let them take contaminated
chickens with 'em.

I'll call police.

They can catch them if they want.

Awkward.

If the media are intent on making

a meal of this plague business,

it could be extremely awkward.

I agree.

But tell me, could the dogs
in fact have had any contact?

Almost certainly not.

Boycott says it's out of the question.

But, fleas, cracks, doors.

Precisely.

How can the secretary of state stand up

in the house and swear for certain

that not a single flea escaped

and popped on one of the dogs?

Damn Tod.

He was only doing what he'd have

done for himself if he was alone.

I wish you hadn't driven him away.

He'll never come back now.

Good riddance.

Just the smell of him.

My paw's starting to hurt again.

It's getting harder
and harder like, like...

Like what?

Like the white coats' tank.

Last night, the
medical officer of health

for Coniston reported that
farmers near Glenridding

were attacked by two dogs thought

to be those escaped from the Lawson

Park Animal Research Laboratories.

The dogs, one described as a fox terrier

with a wound on his head, and
a mixed Labrador retriever

have been terrorizing a large
section of the Lake District,

killing sheep and other livestock.

Of perhaps more importance
is the accidental killing

of wealthy landowner Mr. Pierce Chetwind

with who's death the dogs are implicated.

The police have asked the
public to look out for the dogs

and phone them at Coniston
1798, should they be seen.

Why, do you suppose they've done it?

To try and kill us, I suppose.

They're trying to make it
too cold for us to live.

Ooh, they're clever.

Everywhere we go, they
can see where we've been.

No they can't.

They've been too clever this time.

As long as this stuff goes on falling,

it blots out the marks we make.

There have
been new developments

in the plague dogs over the Lake District.

Here, from the scene, is
our reporter, Lynn Driver.

We have with us Geoffrey Westcott

who was attacked by the dogs,

which have been terrifying
Lakeland for the past four weeks.

Mr. Westcott, can you tell
us exactly what happened?

I'd just got
out of the car, for a minute,

about five miles north of Dunmail Raise...

When all of the sudden, I saw these dogs.

Mad dogs, and that's what they were.

There were two of them, both
wild and ferocious as wolves.

I don't know if plague
sends its victims mad,

but I wouldn't be surprised.

And did these dogs attack you?

Well, not
me exactly, but my car.

They took everything edible.

I happened to have my
pocket camera with me,

so I was able to get some photos.

These are the
photos Mr. Westcott took.

You can just make out the
numbers on the collars.

With the help of these photos,
we've been able to verify

that these are indeed the dogs accused

of killing sheep and other
livestock in the Lake District.

But are these the dogs form
Lawson Park Research Station

as these collars appear to confirm?

And if so what's so secret,
that for nearly three weeks

the authorities there denied
these animals escaped?

This is Lynn Driver, reporting
from the Lake District.

What art doing here?

We've nowhere to go.

How does thy mean?

You've not been bidin' on fell all night?

Where've all the sheep gone?

Sheep?

You don't leave sheep on
fell once it starts to snow.

All the sheep were brought down yesterday

an' damn cold work it were an' all.

Wag, come by here.

Yo, Wag.

I've never seen anything like it,

since there were that dog
reckoned sick with rabies.

Rabies?

What's that?

You don't know?

It's a sickness, kills dogs.

I'll bet the gaffer thinks thou's got it,

or else he'd not have run.

But you're not afraid of us.

Nay, I'd know right
enough if thou had sickness.

You're thin, the both of you.

Hey Wag!

- Do I know thee?
- Hey Wag!

Wag, Wag, Wag, Wag.

Hey Wag!

He didn't recognize us.

What are we going to eat, Rowf
if there aren't any sheep?

Have you ever thought, Rowf

that we won't need food when we're dead?

Or names, for that matter.

Cold.

Wonder who the buzzards will like best?

You or me?

I hope you make sure we're properly

dead before you start, old rip-beak!

I'd rather die here
that in the white coats' tank.

It's little enough dignity we've got left.

Damn foolish, going
out in weather like this.

He should've known better.

Even the best could
get caught out up here.

There are some tracks
down below, what're they?

It looks like two sets

of animal tracks and footprints.

I'll follow them.

What's that up ahead?

By the base of Dow Crag?

Can you get closer?

Oh my god, look at that.

I'm glad you're back, Tod.

Well, I never really went away, laddie.

Just sort of lagged a bit behind you.

Tod, what I said before, I'm sorry.

It was...

No need to be sorry about anythin'.

But if it wasn't for
you, I'd be dead now.

We're certainly not

denying that two dogs got out.

We said as much in an early press release,

but what happened to them after that,

I'm afraid I can't tell you.

You'll forgive
me doctor Boycott,

if I can't help feeling that that's

just a shade lacking in well frankness.

Now, when
we say something here,

it's always 100% reliable.

But, for all practical purposes...

Would you care
to amplify that a little?

No, I don't think I would.

It's really a matter between
the local hill authority

and the responsible government body.

If they're not bothered...
- Not bothered?

They're not bothered

that any risk of bubonic plague exists.

Now, if you want to know more than that...

Excuse me, please.

Dr. Boycott.

You were sure it was one of ours?

A green collar?

Yes, I'll ring you back.

Yes, immediately.

And, someone will be down to
the station straight away.

I hope that my right
honorable friend will be able

to deal with this rather
serious matter promptly

and not make it a political issue.

We have learned, not
because the research station

told us of their own accord

but because the media reported it,

and they could not deny it
that these dogs may have been

infected, during their
escape with bubonic plague.

So, this is how we find
out that scientists

are studying bubonic
plague at Lawson Park.

We do not know why they're doing this

but since the disease has not

been a serious public
health risk for many years,

one must assume that the work

is connected in some way with defense.

Surely, such work, if necessary at all,

should not be carried out in
the middle of a national park.

I come finally to the matter
of the distressing tragedy

which occurred two days ago.

It would be pointless for me to try

to allot blame for a thing of this kind.

The point is and I address this to my

right honorable friend, the
secretary of state of defense.

What is going to be done?

I am glad.

I am glad my right honorable
and gallant colleague

is not attempting to ascribe any kind

of blame to the Ministry of Defense.

And indeed the member for Keswick is right

in demanding quick and decisive action.

Accordingly, the Ministry has
taken the following steps.

Two companies of the third battalion

of the parachute regiment
are at this moment

on their way to the Lake District.

Tomorrow they will begin an intensive

search of the most likely
areas, and they will continue

until the dogs are found, and destroyed.

Mr. Speaker?

Mr. Devin Port.

Ordinary people,

and that includes honorable members

have no idea at all of the distressing

use these animals are put to.

The house must have an opportunity through

a parliamentary inquiry, to fully examine

the conduct of experiments at Lawson Park.

B company will go three miles

down the valley to Eskdale Green

where they'll deploy two platoons

north of the river, and two south

maintaining lateral communications.

Search any cover, that
might conceal the dogs.

Sergeant, let you dogs reign freely

until they get the scent.

You do not, on any account,
break the line of advance.

The C company will deploy
widely as practicable,

and they'll start patrolling down the Esk.

Operational HQ will remain
in radio-telephone contact,

and in ground-to-air contact
with the helicopters.

If the helicopters spot the dogs anywhere

along the tops, they'll inform HQ

and further orders will
be issued as appropriate.

Do you think
they're looking for us?

No one else, laddies.

They're going to kill us, Rowf.

They're watching us.

If we can get across the valley,

without them seein' us
we'll be away an' free.

Flies out of my head.

Look.

They've grown huge.

Circling round and round over the hills.

I'll go ahead and see how the land lies.

Make sure he doesn't get
crazy an' start shoutin'.

We don't need that just now.

He knows what he's doing, that one.

We've never been very good
at being wild, have we?

We just started too late.

Doesn't look like
it'll much longer now.

We ought to be back in
Catterick by this evening.

Oh yes, it looks that way.

I feel sorry for
the dogs, don't you Major?

It's this whole damn business.

Well, they have
cause a lot of damage.

And eating that man's body.

Damn it, that's exactly the point.

They were starving.

They didn't set out to
cause all this havoc.

The place is crawlin' with men.

I've never seen anything like it.

That's the fly
I've been talking about.

It's got out of my head.

They're white coats.

Tod, can we cross the valley?

Is it safe?
- We might get them.

Now, whatever happens, don't stop.

Remember, keep movin'.

This place is gettin'
distinctly overcrowded.

Sergeant, let the dogs loose.

This is where we part, me old mates.

I've got a few tricks up me sleeve

that ought to surprise 'em,

Now away, lads, and do as I said.

Straight across the valley,
and up the other side.

They'll be too busy with
me to bother with you.

Do you think that...

They'll never catch
him, he's too crafty.

Get those dogs on a leash Sergeant!

It's a fox, sir.

They've got a bloody fox.

Rowf.

Do you smell something?

It's the sea, Rowf.

Like the Tod said, it's the sea.

Down there, I've spotted them.

Look.

That's the sea, Rowf.

The salt and the weeds.

That's what the Tod said.

It's moving all the time.

And it's nice here too.

There they are.

Let me rest a while.

Wake me when the Tod comes back.

Boycott here.

The undersecretary?

Well yes, of course I'll speak to him.

Good afternoon, Sire.

It has been, inconvenient.

I've taken the steps to ensure
that it doesn't happen again.

Suspend work completely, sir?

Couldn't we perhaps?

No, no, of course not, Minister.

I understand completely.

I'm not going back.

They won't take me back.

Out there, Rowf.

Look out there.

It's our island.

Don't you see it?

That's where we have to go.

We can be free.

They're directly in front of you.

Poor little bastards.

Go forward, get it over with quickly.

Wait.

Wait for me.

It's a wonderful island, Rowf.

Snitter, wait.

Come on, move it, move it.

Is it far, Snitter?

Not very far, old Rowf.

I can't see
anything in front of us.

I'm getting tired.

Can't seem to move my legs anymore.

Keep going.

Try.

Can't swim anymore, Rowf.

We must be near the island.

There isn't any island, Rowf.

There is.

There.

Can't you see it?

Our island.

Just stay with me.

I'll get you there.