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-♪ Hey, everybody, have you heard the news? ♪

♪ Joe Bob is back in town ♪

♪ He's over at the drive-in, hanging around ♪

♪ Watching crazy movies, so come on down ♪

♪ To Joe Bob's "Last Drive-In" show ♪

♪ Blood, beasties, boobies, and more ♪

♪ Joe Bob's "Last Drive-In" show ♪

♪ It's a spooky good time with monsters and ghosts ♪

♪ Crazy, kooky fun with the world's greatest host ♪

♪ Joe Bob's "Last Drive-In" show ♪

♪ It's gonna be legendary ♪

♪ Joe Bob's "Last Drive-In" show ♪

♪ It's gonna be very scary ♪

♪ Joe Bob's "Last Drive-In" show ♪

♪ Let's go ♪

-You know, I don't think these things ever work.

Darcy. -What?

-Can you do a wolf howl? -Of course.

-All right, give it a shot. Do a wolf howl.

-Do it with me. -All right.

On the count of three.

It is a full moon tonight, by the way.

So this does make sense.

It's not only a full moon, it's a buck moon.

-I thought that was last night.

-No, it's tonight.

Ask me why they call it a buck moon, though.

-Oh, why do they call it a buck moon?

-Because July is the month

when the new antlers emerge from a deer's forehead.

-Aw, that's so cute.

-And you know what that means.

-Happy deer. -No, wolf food.

The number-one delicacy for a wolf is a deer.

-That's gross.

-Okay. Ready? -Oh, yeah.

-One, two, three.

Whoa! Sorry, sorry sorry, sorry.

-I didn't know we were really doing it.

-Well, you weren't howling, so I'm gonna go again.

-Okay, okay. -All right. One, two, three.

-Awooo! -Awooo!

I think the whole crew should howl.

-Yes. Let's do it. -Let's go, guys.

One, two, three.

-Awooo! -Awooo!

-All right, well, why did we do that?

-Because it's werewolf night! -Whoo!

-And I wanted to examine the subject of

why are we afraid of wolves in the first place?

-I'm not. I love them.

-Remember when Michael Berryman was here

and we raised money for that wolf rescue place in Florida?

-Oh, yeah, I do.

-Michael has thanked me for that.

And we have a standing invitation

to tour that wolf sanctuary down there.

But the reason I'm starting off the evening

with wolf howling and the full moon is that I want to know

how did wolves get such a scary reputation?

Because, you know,

I've been watching a lot of werewolf movies,

and after a while you go, "Well, why is it wolves?

Why isn't it king cobras?

Or were-cobras or jaguars or were-pigs or,

you know, were-rhinos?"

Some animal that's just a little bit more fierce than the wolf.

I mean, they're only slightly bigger than dogs.

If you don't notice right away that it's a wolf,

you might just -- you know, you might pet the fur

and snuggle with it.

So the only thing that makes the wolf scary is that howl.

I think it's the howl.

You're scared because you know it's out there

and you can't see it.

And maybe the teeth.

-That's what I think. -Maybe the teeth.

I mean, but it sounds crazy.

So you're scared because it might be an insane animal,

like it has permanent rabies or something.

-I just -- I don't see them as scary.

I think they're really cute.

-You're not scared of wolves?

I'm not scared of wolves either, but look at this, Darcy.

-Okay. -Look at this bad boy.

-You know, there are good aspects of Party City

going out of business. -Aw. RIP.

-Last one on the rack. When you --

When you do werewolf -- Look at this thing.

When you do werewolf at Halloween, you go with teeth.

It's all about the teeth and the howl.

-And the fur. You have to be very furry.

-Yeah, I know that, but fur is not scary.

But anyway, instead of --

Instead of picking on you this time,

I'm going to do the werewolf cosplay.

-Ooh.

-Mainly because it's easy to do.

-Oh, it's really not, though. -It's not? What do you mean?

-Ask any director what's harder to pull off,

vampires, zombies, werewolves,

and I promise you, they're going to say werewolves.

-And why is that, though?

-Because you have to hit that perfect balance

between human and animal.

-All right, well, I'm going to do that.

-Okay. Let's see this.

-We do have two werewolf movies.

And we have both extremes. We got the reluctant werewolf,

that's our second movie,

and our first movie is the hungry, out-of-control,

oversized, "I want to chew your face off"

rabid werewolf on a rampage.

-I love that. -I know you do.

You should really be the spokesperson for wolf rights.

-Okay, I'm down.

-And that's a thing.

Because you know why? You know why?

Those red wolves in North Carolina

are down to double digits in the wild.

The girl wolves are so pissed off

that they're aardvarking with coyotes.

-Ohh. -What are you talking about?

-You know those red wolves out by the Outer Banks?

There's less than -- I know there's less than 30.

I think there's, you know, the males go off looking for food,

and so the females can't find anybody to have sex with.

So they copulate with the coyotes.

So three months later, you got a coywolf being born,

and they got to go in there and grab it

and sterilize it so it doesn't mess up the DNA

of the red wolves that are still around.

-I think you're making this up.

-No, I'm not making this up.

You know that bridge that goes across the Alligator River

on your way to Nags Head? You know what I'm talking about?

-You're asking me a highway question?

-Well, I know you've been there

because you starred in "Beach Massacre at Kill Devil Hills."

-Shut up. -And good job, by the way.

-Shut up. -But when you did that,

you had to cross the Alligator River to get there

to Kill Devil Hills.

-I wasn't the one driving, I don't know.

-Well, anyway,

they've got wildlife preserves all over those swamps

on either side of the Alligator River.

And the red wolves would be okay there,

but they have to cross that damn Highway 64,

and they get plastered by frat boys on their way

to see the "Mutilator" house

or whatever they're doing out there.

And then there's a shortage of males,

and then the females are nympho airheads.

They'll copulate with anything.

And so the coyote males

who wouldn't normally be able to score a wolf girlfriend,

you know, they sort of move in on them and they say,

"Yeah, I know I'm not that big,

but you don't have much to choose from right now, girl."

And they do a one-night stand

and what they're trying to do more of

when they go in there is encourage red wolf orgies.

They are.

-I know you are making this up.

-No, no, I'm not making it up

because your average red wolf will go one and done.

"Okay, I'll just screw her every day."

And the US Fish and Wildlife Commission is saying,

"Oh, no, you don't, buster.

You're going to get it up for three or four

of these red wolf babes.

We will have no monogamy around here.

Do your job."

Because there used to be millions of red wolves

all over the Southeast.

They went from Florida to Texas and as far north as Ohio.

You know how many there are now?

20! -Okay.

-Darcy, there's 20 goddamn red wolves in the wild!

So the next frat boy that splatters one on the highway,

or the next farmer who shoots one

'cause he thinks it's a coyote,

get a better rifle scope, you doofus.

You know, I want jail time on those people.

-I had no idea you were this passionate about wolves.

-Well, Michael Berryman, he turned me on to this.

Let's get Michael Berryman on this.

He is a wolf lover from way back.

-Are there really only 20 left?

-There's only 20 left, Darcy.

They found a coywolf that had some dog DNA in it.

Those red wolfettes are -- Yeah, they're starved for sex.

They're not going to admit that they're aardvarking with,

you know, house pets.

But we need to take care of them.

We need to organize some,

I don't know, offshore wolf sex weekends or something.

Get a party boat, take them to the Bahamas or something.

-Let's do it. All right. -All right.

-And, you know, crate up those coyotes

and take them back across the Mississippi River

where they belong.

Actually, they started sterilizing the coyotes.

I don't think they actually cut their balls off,

but I think I think there's some kind of chemical sterilization,

like California sex offenders. They do that, but --

-It's not their fault. -Well, I know.

Well, the California sex offenders or the coyotes?

Because the coyotes -- the coyotes belong in California.

That's what I'm saying.

They don't belong in the Outer Banks.

I don't know how they got here in the first place.

-I know that feeling.

-Your bikini belongs in the Outer Banks, not coyotes.

Do you get residuals for "Beach Massacre at Kill Devil Hills"?

-Please. I don't think I even got paid in the first place.

-You still have that bikini? -Let's just watch the movie.

-All right. Sorry I got off on that.

-No, no, no, no.

Let's save the wolves. I like that.

-All right, let's find a red-wolf charity

for Christmas this year. -Yes.

-Somebody needs to be out there watching for coyote rape.

-Agreed. -All right.

-Anyway. -And speaking of canines,

"Dog Soldiers" -- -Wow. Wow.

-"Dog Soldiers" is the name of our first feature.

And what we have here is the sensitive story

of a squad of British soldiers

on a training exercise in the Scottish Highlands

who stumble upon a family of werewolves

during a full moon who are jonesing for some raw beef.

The Brits take cover in a farmhouse,

they switch to live ammo,

they swap stories about the Zulu wars,

and they turn as nasty as drunk English soccer fans

who have just been beat up by Frenchmen in a German bar

as the oversized beasties hurl themselves through oaken doors

and feast on uniformed pork chops.

The squaddies -- That's what they call them.

Squaddies.

The squaddies' military training kicks in

and they start dropping werewolves

like so many Argentinian airplanes in the Falklands War.

And for the record, the downed aircraft score in that conflict

was Britain 117, Argentina 9.

Sure, we've seen it before, but have we seen it with a scene

where a sergeant gets disemboweled

and then re-emboweled? I think not.

So let's look at those drive-in totals and get started.

We have...

"The footy" is the soccer game.

Drive-In Academy Award nominations for

Sean Pertwee as Sergeant Wells

for being a man after my own heart

when he tells his squad,

"I expect nothing less than gratuitous violence

from the lot of you."

Chris Robson as Joe for missing the footy

and for saying,

"This is bone, this is so fucking bone."

Darren -- Darren Morfitt as Spoon

for going toe-to-toe with a werewolf

and whose last words are

"I hope I give you the shits, you fucking wimp."

Emma Cleasby as Megan

for knowing a little too much about werewolves

and for saying, "You may think they're all bitches,

but I'm the real thing."

Kevin McKidd as Cooper for refusing an animal-abuse order,

for saying, "You can take your orders

and shove them up your ass."

And Neil Marshall,

making his feature debut as a writer-director,

for bringing horror back to the UK for the glory of Scotland.

Four stars. Joe Bob says check it out.

Now...

Should we do a trigger warning? -It's up to you.

-I hate trigger warnings.

-But people get upset.

-All right, here's my trigger warning.

It's only a movie. Keep repeating that to yourself.

It's only a movie. It's only a movie.

It's only a movie. Don't enlist in the military.

You won't like it.

-I feel like you've already upset animal people with the way

you've been talking about the red wolves.

-Upset animal people with trying to save the wolves?

They have to start fucking, Darcy.

-I'm just saying.

-You want to howl again?

-Let's do it.

-Awooo! -Awooo!

-I thought you were gonna count.

-One, two, three. Awooo! -Awooo!

-You were right.

This is definitely better than being at work.

One thing you didn't warn us about, though.

Bloody midges.

-Be a big girl's blouse.

Anyway, now that you've mentioned work

and seeing as I bullied you to come all the way out here

to celebrate the fact...

Here.

Congratulations.

No knight should be without his sword.

-I don't know what to say.

-What, my writer, lost for words?

-It's perfect.

-Yeah, and it's also solid silver,

so don't lose it.

-Nice try, Private Cooper.

You evaded capture for 22 hours...

and 47 minutes.

You're straight to the head of the class.

Of course, the real trick to survival

lies not in running and hiding,

but in removing your enemy's capacity to hunt you down.

Here. Shoot the dog.

I'm sorry, sir. What?

-Take the weapon and use it.

During the selection process, you are under my command.

That's a direct order, Cooper.

-You're taking the piss, right?

-He thinks I'm pulling his leg.

Do I look like a sodding comedian, shitwank?

-No, sir!

I still won't do it.

-You don't have a choice.

Finish the job. Shoot the dog.

Shoot it!

-No, sir!

-What use are you to my team

if you can't even kill a dog?

-I didn't say I couldn't kill a dog, sir!

I just will not kill that dog for no reason.

-You're binned, Cooper.

I don't need a man of conscience.

-You're failing me for this?

-You failed yourself.

We're on a different level here, Cooper.

For that, I need men of action.

Not deeds.

No!

You sick fucking bastard!

-It was just a dog, that's all.

Maybe one day when that's sunk into your thick skull,

you'll be ready for us.

Until then, you live and learn.

-Yeah, you don't.

-I don't do second chances, Cooper.

And I never forget.

RTU this pathetic piece of shit.

Send him back to his squad.

-I want a good, clean dispersal

and a secure landing zone!

Go, go, go, go, go!

Joe, get out of the pissing chopper!

-I'm not missing the footy for this.

-Joe, go on!

-I'm not going, sir! I'm not going!

-Go!

-See ya.

-Cooper!

I want a position and bearing.

I want to be on the move in three minutes.

-On it, Sarge.

-Spoon, Terry, you're on stag.

Joe, for fuck's sake.

Get off your big, fat, lardy ass and make like a soldier.

Right, then.

Time sync.

I've got 0730 coming up in three, two, one.

Check.

-Bollocks. I don't believe this.

-What is it now, Witherspoon?

-Left me watch at the barracks, Sarge.

-Take a breather every once in a while, son.

You'll live longer.

-Nice work, Spoon, you tosser.

-Took the words right out of my mouth.

-And you'll be taking my boot out of your mouth in a minute,

Joe, you baldy twat.

-Pissing hell.

-Close shave, eh, Joe?

-Well, this shite is totally bone.

The most important football match of my life

is playing tonight,

and I'm stuck up the backside of beyond

without so much as a six-pack or a telly.

-Well, that's the army for you.

-It's England v. Germany, man.

Full-on footie war.

-Yeah, well, it's nothing like this at all, then,

is it, Joe?

-It's just an exercise.

Hardly life-or-death.

-Don't bet on it, Joe. You're fucking slaying me.

-If you paid any attention at all during the briefing,

Kirkley, you'd know exactly who we were up against

on this harmless little exercise, wouldn't you?

-Well, who's that, then?

-Special forces, you plonker.

-Well, bollocks to 'em.

-All right, all right.

Now, listen up.

I'm going to make this quick and to the point,

because just like you, all I want to do is get home,

jump into a warm bed with a nice, hot woman,

and watch the footy.

-Planning on scoring, Sarge?

-Well, mind you don't foul her in the penalty box.

-Oh!

-All right. Button it, Private Parts.

Now, as of this moment,

as far as we're concerned, we are 50k behind enemy lines.

Now, if we do happen to make a contact,

I expect nothing less than gratuitous violence

from the lot of you.

Just because we're firing blanks,

it doesn't mean we have to be thinking nice thoughts.

So you remember, you put the fire down, all right?

You get stuck in, and you kick their fucking teeth out,

or I guarantee you, Joe, they will be

having your bollocks for breakfast, Sunshine.

-Hard-boiled or fried, Sarge?

-Scrambled.

Here, Spoonie.

-Oh, smart.

-Because it's nice and new and shiny

doesn't mean it's worth shit.

Remember I want that back, son.

-What about you, Sarge?

-Well, I'll count, won't I?

Right then, Coop. What you got?

-We're here.

The front line is here.

AWACS reports enemy positions here, here, and here.

With sweeping patrols between each of these forward bunkers,

they'll have the whole sector

wrapped tighter than an Eskimo's nutsack.

With one exception right here.

A river crosses the line

through a gorge 30 or 40 feet deep.

And it's certain to have a patrol on it,

but if we go at night, tread carefully,

and don't mind getting our feet wet,

I reckon we can make it through.

-Fuck is all this about, then?

With my luck lately, I need all the help I can get.

-Hey, listen to me.

I know you think it was a piss-poor call,

you failing selection and all of that.

But I've got to say I'm not sorry.

The squad would be a lot worse off without you, mate.

-Something I had to do, you know, for myself,

get it out of my system.

-Listen the only people that go looking for trouble

are kamikazes, glory boys, and full-on fucking fuckwits.

Take my advice, son.

Be patient.

Right then, ladies!

Pack up your troubles, put your brains in first gear,

and start tabbing.

Spoonie, you're on point.

Terry, Joe, tail-end Charlies.

-Over here, Cooper, on me head.

Ya twatter!

I can't believe I'm missing the footy for this party.

-Joe, if you don't shut up, I swear to God,

I'm going to fucking slot you myself.

Now move.

-Didn't say a word, Sarge.

-Where in the hell are we now?

-I heard a cracking story about this place.

-You what?

-People disappear out here. Happens all the time.

-Go on, Cooper. Give it some bollocks.

-It's true.

Just last month,

a young couple were hiking through these woods.

They set up camp somewhere near here.

During the night, something happened.

Mountain rescue team found the remains of the camp

couple of days later.

The tent was ripped to shreds and there was blood everywhere.

-Paper said it was a monster

like the Beast of Bodmin Moor.

Locals claimed it was an escaped lunatic.

But no one's been caught,

so nothing could be proved either way.

Every year, more and more people come through here.

Every once in a while, they don't come back.

No trace, no bodies.

Just disappear and are never seen again.

Ooh.

-Contact camp.

Tell them the flock is heading for the fold.

-Well, then, Bruce, what scares you?

-The self-destructive nature of the human condition.

-Just taking the piss now.

-Oh, you think so?

-How about you then, Spoon?

-Castration.

-Hmm. There's no argument there.

Joe?

-Only one thing guaranteed to put the shits at me.

A penalty shootout.

Figures.

Terry?

-Watching a penalty shootout.

With Joe.

-What about you, Coop?

-Spiders.

And women.

And, uh, spider women.

-I want to know what scares the Sarge.

-Piss off, man. Nothing scares the Sarge.

-I don't know about that.

The thought of never see my wife again

scares the shit out of me.

That and those little things that make your skin crawl.

And the hairs stand up on the back of your neck.

-You mean like Spoon.

No, that's one thing, actually, in particular,

that I'll remember till the day that I die.

Yeah, it's back in '91 just before my unit was flown out

to Kuwait to mop up the last pockets of resistance.

Me and this young fella called Eddie Oswald

decided to go and get a tattoo done

to commemorate our first trip into the desert.

-I remember Ed.

He was a-- he was a stocky, hard case

with a broken nose and a bung eye, yeah?

-Yeah, that's him.

Good-looking fella. Big hit with the ladies.

Anyway, me and Eddie, we went and had a few drinks.

We had a lot of drinks.

And we went down to the tattoo parlor

and I got a desert rat done.

And Eddie, being Eddie, wanted something a bit more meaning.

And being a bit of a believer,

he said that his soul still belonged to God,

but his flesh, oh, his flesh was way beyond redemption,

and it was up to Satan to save his skin.

So he got this fucking great laughing devil

tattooed right on his ass.

Anyway, about six days later, we were making a regular sweep

along the Iraqi border.

And Eddie,

poor fucker, triggered an anti-tank mine.

Yeah, we all saw it happen. I mean, he was on point.

White, blinding lightning flash,

and a fucking deafening crack.

And by the time we picked ourselves up off the deck,

Eddie was--

He was gone.

Just bits and pieces of him, that's all that remained,

in this big fucking red circle, hundred meters.

I'll tell you something, lads.

It really puts things in perspective

when you have to scoop your mate up with a shovel

and stick him in a bin bag.

Anyway, the thing that really did our nuts in that day

was when you came across a bit you recognized.

Bit of ear, a toe, a nose, a tooth.

The thing that really freaked us out that day

was when left-hand Charlie found a bit of Eddie

with a tattoo on.

I mean, everything else was burnt to a crisp,

covered in claret, all mushed up, pulped up.

Not this bit. This bit was perfect.

And there's old Nick, chortling his fucking asshole off at us.

So you could say that Eddie was right,

that Satan did indeed save his skin,

just not all of it.

Or you could say that Eddie was just unlucky.

Either way...

it taught me to keep a very open mind.

Boom, boom.

Anyway.

Eddie Oswald.

-To Eddie. -To Eddie.

-So anyway, this bloke walks into a pub, right?

Little dog under his arm.

Puts it down on the bar, goes and sits down.

The bartender's looking at him, thinking,

"What the fucking hell is going on here?"

Then he looks back at the dog

and to his surprise, the dog turns

around--

-Fucking cow!

Fucking hell, man!

Cease fire, Terry!

Cease fire!

-Terry, what the hell are you doing?

You're firing blanks, man.

-Is everyone all right? Is everyone okay?

-No, man. I think I've shit myself.

Is it dead?

-Oh, yeah. It's dead, all right.

-Boys, look at the state of it.

-Come on. Look at the state of Terry.

-These aren't entry wounds.

More like teeth marks.

-What are you saying, Cooper?

-What he's saying, Terry,

is it died of natural causes, mate.

-Don't you think we should call this in, Sarge?

-Aye. Get on the radio, Bruce.

-There's no way I'm about to break radio silence

because you lot got spooked by a dead flying fucking cow.

No, we hold this position.

We keep it secure till the morning.

Then we reassess the situation.

Right, I want a watch posted, two on, four off.

Brucie, Spoon, you're up first.

Cooper and I will relieve you at 0100 hours.

And in the meantime, Terry, sort your kit out.

Rest of you, get your heads down.

Unbelievable.

-Okay, I'm going to defend the dog-murder scene.

-Please don't. Please don't. -I'm not defending dog murder.

I'm defending the scene.

-It's just -- It's not popular with our viewers.

-Well, first of all, it doesn't exist in real life

in the form it was shown in the movie.

If you're training for Special Air Services in the UK,

or the Navy Seals or the Delta Force in the US,

there is a part of the training

where you're required to kill an animal,

but you're also trained to dress that carcass

and prepare it to be eaten as part of the survival training,

and it's intended to save lives in the event

the unit gets cut off from outside help.

But there's not any berserk sergeant

who makes you shoot a dog just to prove

that you have no emotional attachment to animals,

or that you respect the military chain of command

above all other things.

However, something like that was done by the Schutzstaffel,

the SS, which was not part of the official German army.

They worked for the Nazi Party,

and it was a paramilitary organization

that did try to eliminate all compassion in soldiers

by making them raise a dog and then shoot it.

So having Captain Ryan do that

in a Special Forces training exercise

is really comparing him to a Nazi,

and it establishes that he's outside the system.

He's not a part of British military tradition.

-Well, at least they did it off camera.

-In the U.S., it could never happen,

though, because the dog has a higher rank

than the handler of the dog.

If you're a private, then your dog is at least a corporal.

And if the dog performs in combat and it gets promoted,

it's always promoted to at least one rank higher

than the handler.

And I actually think that is a way

to ensure that the dog never gets mistreated.

Because if you were in the U.S. Army

and you shot your superior officer,

you would do life in Leavenworth.

So anyway.

Okay, this was the first film of Neil Marshall,

and his idea was to combine his two favorite genres,

a military siege movie and a horror movie.

But he didn't want to do the most common werewolf narrative,

which was "I'm a werewolf, but it's like a disease.

I'm really a nice guy, you know,"

that kind of Jekyll-and-Hyde story

that Universal used for "The Wolf Man" in 1941,

starring Lon Chaney Jr.

And speaking of Lon Chaney Jr. -Yes.

-Did you notice my feet, Darcy?

You notice this? -I mean, how could I not?

It's very nice. -Get a load of this.

So let me show you the whole foot, because --

-You know, I feel like we're good with the suggestion.

We get what's going on down there.

-Well, it all starts with the feet, Darcy.

That's my point.

I'm following the lead of Lon Chaney Jr.

And by the end of this movie,

I will be in full werewolf cosplay.

-Nice. Go for it.

You've already got the howl down.

-Okay, so Neil Marshall is from Newcastle,

which is an English city way up north on the border of Scotland

on the North Sea side of the island.

So there's not much film industry there,

but he was determined to be a filmmaker.

And so he spent his first 10 years

after graduating film school as an editor, mostly a TV editor,

because there is a television industry there.

And then he and his college buddy Keith Bell

were working for free on a film called "Killing Time" in 1996,

and they were just miserable

because this was a quickie shoot in a bad neighborhood,

and they had what they called set invasions,

you know, like home invasions, but they were set invasions.

The local toughs would steal their lights

and their camera gear and throw rocks at the crew.

And everybody was overworked and underpaid.

And Marshall was the co-writer and the editor

and the storyboard artist

and the action choreographer on that movie.

And at a certain point during his ordeal,

Marshall and Bell said to each other, "Let's make a pact.

Let's make a real movie with real actors,

with everybody getting paid."

And the result --

It took him six years, but the result is "Dog Soldiers."

Marshall wrote it, constantly

refining the script over that six-year period.

There were 18 drafts of this script.

And Bell, as the producer, went in search of finance.

They had setback after setback in that department.

They had it set for filming in Manitoba,

but that fell through.

Everybody in the UK turned them down.

They said, "Horror is dead in the UK."

And finally, they got noticed at the American Film Market in L.A.

by a man named David Allen,

who had always wanted to make a werewolf movie,

and he had money to spend from his family's

canned-vegetable business in Siloam Springs, Arkansas.

And so Allen put up the money

and he found a tax rebate deal in Luxembourg,

and, voilà, they were ready to shoot.

Those aerial shots you see of the mountains and valleys,

that's really the highlands of Scotland,

but once they get into the forest, that's Luxembourg.

And what's amazing is that throughout that six-year period,

Marshall stayed true to his original vision of the movie.

He wanted to make a soldier movie with werewolves,

not a werewolf movie with soldiers,

and he didn't want to skimp on the acting or the effects.

And as you'll see, he triumphed in all areas

and he breathed new life into UK horror.

So one of the most Scottish of movies

was made by an Englishman, financed by the company

that makes Popeye Spinach in Arkansas,

and filmed in a European country that is 2% the size of Arkansas,

and became the most popular movie among British armed forces

during the wars in Iraq and Afghanistan.

So I will continue our story at the next break.

But right now, let's find out where that cow came from.

So roll it.

There's a lot of Brit references in the movie

that Americans probably blank on,

like when Cooper is describing the campers

who got ripped to shreds in the opening scene,

he says the rumor is that it was something

like the Beast of Bodmin Moor.

The Beast of Bodmin Moor is a British cryptid,

supposedly a giant wildcat that ranges across Cornwall,

that rugged rural region on the south coast of England,

mutilating livestock, maybe killed a young girl

in the 19th century.

In my opinion, pretty boring cryptid, to tell you the truth,

but because it just sounds like a big cat.

It's a very proper British cryptid.

-Yes, a very proper British cryptid.

You don't have Sasquatch in Cornwall.

We should still go to Cornwall

and search for the Beast of Bodmin Moor.

-I'd love to hunt the moors.

-The moors.

-Why do they call them moors?

Only England has moors.

-It's a heath, I think. -A heath, right?

-Yeah. -Which doesn't help.

What's a heath? -I don't know. It's a moor.

-Okay, see what I mean?

That's why we should explore the heaths

and the moors of Cornwall and Wales.

And they're swamps, right? I don't know what they are.

Anyway, that's where the monsters live.

Cornwall and Wales.

-The first werewolf movie was "The Werewolf of London."

-I actually liked "The Werewolf of London"

better than "The Wolf Man,"

which was the first American one.

-I'm just saying that we don't have to go to the heath.

We can go to London, you know?

-Oh, okay. -Yeah.

-"The Last Drive-In" from London.

Has anybody in London ever been to a drive-in?

-I'm sure. -Let's educate them.

-Let's do it. -Let's go there.

-Cow came in from this direction,

straight off the edge.

-Out of the frying pan, onto the fire.

-Bleeding to death, it could have wandered around

for miles before it got here.

-Yeah, well, it's good of it to leave some breadcrumbs

for us to follow, hey?

-Looking for trouble?

-No, Cooper. Just looking.

-Sarge, shouldn't we just report this when we get back?

-Too fucking right, Terry.

But in the meantime, I'm curious,

and it's on the way.

Come on, lads.

Natural causes, my ass.

Oh, now what?

-Christ on a bike.

-What the fucking hell happened here, Sarge?

-This is getting more bone by the minute.

Jesus Christ, Sarge.

-All right, lads.

Get a grip.

We've got casualties to locate.

So ditch your Bergans.

Salvage whatever weapons you can find and stand to.

We are now up against live, hostile targets.

So if Little Red Riding Hood should show up

with a bazooka and a bad attitude,

I expect you to chin the bitch.

-Looks like they got hit hard and fast.

Every magazine is full. Nobody got off a single round.

-If they lost, then where are the bodies?

-Yeah.

All right, Corporal. Get on the net.

Call in. I want an emergency airlift immediately.

-I'm on it.

Contact!

Help me.

-Captain!

Ryan? What happened here?

-Do not tell me you fucking know him.

-Captain Ryan, special ops.

He's no fucking dog lover.

-Spearhead patrol, this is spearhead patrol.

Are you receiving?

-He looks like he took on Jack the Ripper and came last.

-I can patch him up, but he needs a medic right now.

-This is emergency code 64.

-You've got to get me out of here.

Do you understand?

There was only supposed to be one.

-We're working on it, Captain.

-Sarge.

-Not now, Spoon.

-Are you receiving?

-Shit! -What's wrong, Bruce?

-Can't find a signal.

-Did you check it?

-Of course I checked it and I double checked it

and it worked fine!

-All right, Bruce. Stay on it.

See what you can do.

Terry, this team must have had their own comms kit.

Have a look around.

See if you can find it. Go!

-Sarge.

-Spoon, have a shufti around the camp.

See if you can find anything else useful.

-Yeah, but-- -Not now, Spoon!

-This is Spearhead Patrol. Are you receiving me?

-There was only supposed to be one.

-Jesus, charnel house is compromised to fuck.

-Do you copy?

-The hell's he doing here?

-All I know is he's special forces.

If this is part of our exercise,

they're not advertising. -We have three men down.

-No cap badge, no insignia, just tags.

-What, you mean it's some kind of covert action?

-Covert action or not...

they're packing all kinds of weird shit.

Tranquilizer darts, nets, you name it.

It's weird for a special ops mission.

More like a fucking safari. -Sarge.

Found their radio.

-Oh, shit. I don't believe it.

-There was only supposed to be one!

-What's he on about, Sarge?

-Terry, get back on stag now.

-You've--you've got to get me out of here

before they come back.

-Who, Captain? Who is going to come back?

-They tore them to pieces in front of my eyes!

-He's off on one, Sarge.

If we don't get him somewhere warm soon,

he's going to die of hypothermia.

-Stay with me Captain.

-Captain!

Ryan, stay with me. -Do you copy?

-Sarge! -Not now, Spoon!

-I don't know if you care, but in about half an hour,

it's going to be dark.

-Does anybody copy?

-Any joy?

-Fuses are blown.

-Can you fix it?

-Well, maybe it was faulty

or maybe some damp got in the casing,

but it's fried the circuits.

-Well, it's useless, mate. Bin it.

-I also found this.

It was attached inside, not part of the radio.

Looks like a transmitter.

-Why would they put a bug in our radio?

-It's the Kobayashi Maru test.

They fixed it so we can't fucking win.

-Bollocks, Spoon.

No, Terry, it's probably

some joker didn't want Joe to hear the footy results.

-Laugh. An early shut.

-You scrounge anything useful?

-Weapons, ammunition.

Couple of magnesium flares.

That's about it. The rest is fucked.

-Well, lads, ditch your ATs.

From here on in, the exercise is well and truly over.

Anyone not carrying live rounds had better do so.

-Bruce.

-It won't make any difference.

They won't die.

-Yeah, well, this gives me better peace of mind, sir.

-You want peace of mind?

Run for your lives before they tear your legs from under you.

-Now, you just shut up like a good gentleman.

You are scaring my lads.

What the fuck?

-Christ.

-Oh, shit.

-All right, lads. Grab what you can.

Head to the tree line. We're moving. Let's go!

-Right.

I need a volunteer for rearguard action.

-I'll do it. -Nice one.

When we're clear, you fall back.

We're going to be there to cover you.

Right, off you go.

Bruce.

No heroics.

All right, Spoonie, you're on point.

Joe, help Ryan. Terry, you're up next.

Coop, you're with me.

All right, lads! Listen!

Every foot in long grass, double-time!

Go!

Come on, sunshine. Fucking shift it.

-Come on!

-Fuck!

Bruce.

Bruce!

Jesus!

-Get back! Get out of it!

Jesus! I'm bit, mate!

-You said no heroics, you bloody hypocrite.

-Oh, Jesus! -Where's Bruce?

-He's all over there. They fucking tore him apart.

You piss off!

That is an order!

Incoming!

Fuck off!

-You can take your orders and shove them up your ass.

- Oh, Jesus. - My guts are out, Coop.

-We'll just put them back in again.

They're not going to fucking fit!

-Of course, they'll fit, man.

Here.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

-Coming up on forward! Rear flank!

Come on. Get up.

-I can't. -Come on.

-To your rear!

-A target!

-Coming through!

Target!

Keep moving!

Covering fire!

-I'm gonna go for a flanking position!

-They're circling us!

-Covering fire!

Coming through!

-Target!

-Reload!

-Fucking hell!

-Just fucking lie down!

-Target!

-Lads!

On me! On me!

Stop!

-Ah, shit.

-Get in!

-Everybody on me! -Hurry!

-Go!

Covering fire!

-In! In! In! In! In! In!

Fuck!

-Oh, shit!

-Just drive!

Now! -I'm trying!

-Fucking floor it!

-Fuck!

-Come on, stab it!

-Put it in reverse.

-Stab it! -Go, shiv it!

Keep it down!

-In forward!

-Fuck!

-Everything okay back there?

Any more casualties? Spoon!

-No, I'm all right.

-What about Bruce?

Where's Bruce?

-Bruce--Bruce is gone.

He's gone.

Oh, fuck it!

-Just hang on back there.

Thank you. -It's okay.

What happened?

-What happened? We were attacked!

By huge fucking howling things, that's what!

-You were lucky I found you.

I was about to give up hope.

-And you were here?

-I heard gunfire last night. I knew someone was out there.

If you weren't already in trouble,

then you soon would be.

-We are.

Two men are down. Both need medical attention.

But we need to dress the sergeant's wounds

before we can take him too far.

-There's only one farm in this glen.

The owners are friends. We can take your men there.

-Hello?

-Nobody home?

-I don't know where they could be.

-All right.

Stand back.

Little pigs, little pigs.

We've come to nick your video.

Mm?

Hey. You sit.

Hey, sit. Sit.

Stay.

Mm?

All clear.

-What the fuck happened back there, Cooper?

-I don't know, mate.

She might have some answers.

-So, the first soldier to die, with a branch

through the chest, is Bruce Campbell.

That's the name of the character.

Just one of many inside jokes inserted into the movie

by writer-director Neil Marshall.

Marshall grew up in a family of artists and designers

who were also military men.

His grandfather fought at the Battle of the Somme,

which is, of course, one of the deadliest battles in history,

over a million dead and wounded, and in a later generation,

his father used to throw snowballs

at the Russian sentries on the Austrian border.

So all that black humor in the squadron is authentic

and checked out with the family.

But he also grew up in a world of horror movies

after being introduced by his father

to "An American Werewolf in London"

and "The Howling" at a very early age.

Also, being from the north part of the British Isles,

he also grew up loving alcohol,

and much of the brainstorming for the script and the dialogue

and the daily planning took place in the pub.

The design of the werewolves

was actually a pub drawing on the back of a napkin.

The movie was shot in continuity,

which rarely happens, meaning the squad bonded.

On the day of that jumping-out-of-the-helicopter

scene, they couldn't get insurance

for the actors to jump out of the copter,

so various ex-military members of the crew

volunteered to be the stunt doubles in that scene,

and it continued every night from about 8:30 to 2:00 a.m.

in the bar of their little Luxembourg hotel.

And that meant that when somebody died in the film,

they were gone from the pub the next night.

They were on a plane back home.

And the actors had grown so close

that they felt the emotion of losing their comrade.

And Marshall was sort of amazed by the commitment of the actors

on this thing,

starting with Sean Pertwee as Sergeant Harry G. Wells.

Another inside joke -- H.G. Wells.

The squad commander who just got his guts ripped out of his body

and then stuffed back into his body by Cooper,

played by Kevin McKidd, a Scot who was fairly well known

from the indie hit "Trainspotting."

And he had also played Count Vronsky

in the "Anna Karenina" miniseries.

But remember "Trainspotting"? You remember that movie?

The movie was in English, but they had to subtitle it

because the cast had those working-class Glasgow accents.

And then the other amazing performance was the captain

that you love to hate,

Captain Ryan, played by Liam Cunningham,

an Irishman who gave up his career as an electrician

in his late 20s to attend acting school.

And "Game of Thrones" fans are grateful that he did,

since he would later do 42 episodes of "Game of Thrones"

as Davos Seaworth, better known as The Onion Knight.

And, by the way,

Darcy, did you -- did you happen to notice my -- my hands?

-Very furry, very nice.

-Mm-hmm. Lon Chaney Jr.

Slow transformation.

-I get it. You're rocking it. -Starts with the extremities.

Anyway, I wanted to make the point

for our young filmmakers about this

being Neil Marshall's first film that he didn't compromise.

He fought for the right amount of money, about $3.5 million.

He landed a superior cast of classically trained actors,

despite being an unknown from a place that had no film industry.

And it took him six years to do it,

but people were impressed with his passion,

his preparation, his commitment,

and eventually he got the right team together.

Sean Pertwee, on the other hand, who played Sergeant Wells,

was born into a famous British theatrical family.

His father was in "Doctor Who" and the "Carry On" films,

and his uncle was a playwright and a screenwriter,

and his grandfather was a playwright and a screenwriter,

and his sister was an actress.

And so he got into the Bristol Old Vic Theatre School

and the Royal Shakespeare Company.

But he was actually the first to say to Marshall,

"I want to be in your movie."

He read the script.

He said, "Whenever you get the money for this,

you tell me, I will be there.

And if it helps you to use my name to raise the money,

use my name to raise the money."

And my point being, nothing has to be

second class just because it's your first movie.

Don't -- Don't hire the local guy

who does the Christopher Walken impersonation.

Call Christopher Walken.

You'd be surprised what can happen.

All right. And guess who's just shown up?

The only female in the movie.

So let's get back to it. Roll the film.

And, Darcy, I feel bad because I have all these notes

that I've made on werewolves,

and we're not going to have time to talk about all of them.

-Aw. Like what?

-Well, you know, like, who was the first werewolf?

-Who was the first werewolf?

-Lycaon, of course. Lycaon.

-Of course.

-He wanted to test Zeus to see if he was really

the all-knowing god that Zeus claimed to be.

And so he served him some meat

that had human meat mixed with animal meat.

And the human meat was the roasted sacrificial remains

of Lycaon's own son. -Okay, gross.

But where is the werewolf in that?

-Well, Zeus was pissed off,

you know, that he had brought the son back from the dead,

and so he turned Lycaon into a werewolf.

And -- And that's where we get the word lycanthrope,

from Lycaon. -Which means?

-I think it means werewolf.

Right? Lycanthrope. Does that mean werewolf?

-That's what I always understood it to mean.

-There's a mountain in Greece called Mount Lykaion

where they did the human sacrifice.

And we should go there. That's a place we should go.

-Let's go.

But why?

-Well, I'm thinking the locals there would know a thing

or two about werewolves.

-I don't -- I don't know that that would be true.

-Well, let's find out. -Let's go.

-It's in Arcadia.

-Where's that? -No idea. But Arcadia.

That sounds famous. Arcadia is famous, right?

-Is it?

I think it's just any place that's supposedly perfect.

-I think Arcadia is a real place.

I think it's --

-This is what we want to talk about, though?

-No, I've got like 30 historical werewolf stories to talk about,

so maybe I'll go to another one.

-I can't, no. -Too much?

-I'm sorry. Yes. We got to go.

-All right. -Okay.

-All clear upstairs.

-Where the hell are we now?

-Home sweet home.

-Sit him down.

Spoon, get a field dressing on that wound.

Terry, keep an eye out front.

-Get him up. -Ow! Shit!

-Is there a telephone here? -What? No.

-Still hot, lads.

-Wait. You can't just help yourself.

-I'm chinstrapped and I'm bloody starving.

I can't help meself.

-It's the training, miss.

Never waste an opportunity to eat.

Come on.

See? Now look what I'm doing.

-Get it down your necks, lads.

-Ow!

-Hold it, hold it.

-Go on. Top grub. What is it?

-Don't know, mate. Looks like pork.

-Yeah, well, leave some for us, you greedy mongrels.

-Miss, where is the nearest phone?

-50 miles, as the crow flies.

-Uh, what about the nearest population center?

-You mean a town?

Well, Fort William, but it's at least a four-hour drive

back the way we just came.

Do you think the wounded can make it?

-We have to try.

The sarge is in serious trouble if we don't.

You seem to know these roads.

Will you take us? -Right now?

-Well, unless your friends have just gone walkabout,

this place may be compromised.

-Fine. Sooner the better. Let's go.

-All right.

Spoon, on me.

Everyone else, hang back till we bring the car about.

Joe, help Sarge.

Terry, watch him.

Safeties off.

-Don't shoot.

Don't stare back.

-I can't help it.

-Go!

Move on!

-All right, already!

-That puts a kibosh on that plan.

-That was my car!

-Fucking hell! -Sam, no!

Get off!

-Oh, God.

-Piss off!

-Fucking hell, man!

-Fuck off!

-Step back!

Bloody hell!

-I said dog off me!

-No! -Get the dog off me!

-God, Sam!

-Shut the dog up!

-Sam, come here!

What's happening?

-Terry, right flank! Cover the window!

-Christ, Terry.

-Oh, Christ.

-That's bloody charming, that is.

You incompetent moron!

-Do you wanna have a fucking go, like?

-Bathroom?

-Upstairs. Far end of passage.

-We need to talk, Ryan.

-Doesn't look like I'm going anywhere, does it?

-Joe, Spoon, looks like we're staying.

You know what to do.

I want a secure perimeter with a clear field of fire.

But give them something inviting, right?

-I'm on it.

Right.

-Terry, you okay?

-I've got a real craving for a kebab.

-I'll take that as a yes.

Right. We've got limited ammunition.

I want you to get as many pots and pans

as you can lay your hands on.

Fill them with water and keep them on the boil.

All right?

Terry, while you're at it, stick the kettle on.

We could all do with a brew.

-Terry, give us a hand with this.

-To the side, to the side.

Ah, you fool.

-You came here because of them, right?

-I don't have a fucking clue what they are.

And right now, I don't really care.

-Then what are you doing here?

-This was supposed to be a routine training exercise,

and that's all.

-So this wasn't a rescue mission?

-What? -No, I guess not.

-Back door is secure.

-What's happening here, Spoon?

-Well, they're still moving around out there,

but they're keeping their distance,

staying within the tree line.

-Mm. Maybe they've had enough for one night.

-Not likely.

They're smart. You've seen what they can do.

My guess is they're doing

exactly what you'd be doing in their shoes.

They're working as a team,

looking for a weakness, a way in.

-I'm not about to second-guess these things.

They're the enemy, simple as that.

-This is no ordinary enemy.

-Know what this reminds me of?

Rorke's Drift.

A hundred men of Harlech making a desperate stand

against 10,000 Zulu warriors.

Outnumbered, surrounded, staring death in the face,

not flinching for a moment.

Balls of British steel.

-You're bloody loving this, aren't you?

It's totally bone.

That's all there is to say.

-What are we talking about here? Wolves?

-Not entirely wolf.

Nor all human, but something in between.

-Wolf-men? Having a laugh, right?

I may be nuts, but I'm no fruitcake.

-Fine. Stay here and drink tea.

I thought you might be here because of them,

but I guess not.

Just don't be an asshole.

-I like your new girlfriend, Coop.

How you feeling?

Touch of gas.

That and the fact that various body parts

are trying to vacate the premises.

Fucking awful.

-Ta.

-Cheers.

Heads up!

-For crying out loud, man! -Clear!

-Short, controlled bursts.

-Do you have a name, soldier?

-Cooper.

I'm going to need your help here, miss.

-My name is Megan.

And I know how to kill.

-Shit, Sarge. You're leaking like a sieve.

Look, I need to get some superglue and some whisky.

All right? -I'll see what I can do.

-Come on. -No, no, no.

-Sorry about the asshole thing.

I've got a mean streak a mile across.

It's all right.

-Least of my worries right now.

-Can you pass me my gun, please?

Thank you.

-Come on, Coop. Up the wooden hill.

-Where are we going, Coop?

-You don't want to know, mate.

You don't want to know.

So, Darcy...

...what's the best werewolf movie ever made?

Why -- Why are you laughing? -I'm not.

-Are you scoffing at my werewolf teeth?

-No. Not at all.

-Some people would think these are terrifying.

-I am so terrified right now.

-Ah! -That's so gross.

-Favorite werewolf movie? -"The Wolf Man,"

followed by "American Werewolf in London," followed by,

oh, "Curse of the Werewolf."

Yes. -"Curse of the Werewolf"?

No love for "The Howling"?

-I didn't say -- That wasn't the question.

You said favorite. Those are -- -Well, you gave me three,

but you didn't mention "The Howling."

-Then "The Howling" is probably four.

-Okay. -"The Wolf Man" is classic, man.

There's nothing like it. So how do you pick --

You got to pick that.

And then "American Werewolf" with the mind-blowing effects,

you got to pick that too.

And then "Curse," Hammer.

-Okay. -Ollie Reed.

-I pretty much agree with you,

but I think the really underrated --

the really underrated ones,

both of which have high-school settings

are "I Was a Teenage Werewolf" with Michael Landon

and "Teen Wolf" with Michael J. Fox.

And there's something about werewolves,

they need to be young.

Vampires are the opposite.

They should be older, more mature.

That's just my opinion.

And "Ginger Snaps,"

that's another one set in the high-school world,

and I think it was probably the inspiration

for all those interspecies romances in "Twilight"

and the "Twilight" spin-off years.

And when a vampire is in love with a werewolf

or whatever, you know.

What did you think of Jack Nicholson in "Wolf"?

-Oh, well, I didn't love that movie,

but I think Jack's really good in it.

And Benicio del Toro

in "The Wolfman" with that incredible makeup,

yeah, is one of the best-looking werewolves ever.

And when he rips those doctors to pieces,

it's a really good time.

-Is it better looking than -- than my makeup?

-I mean, I'm waiting to judge when we get the whole...

-You know, it's a slow burn. -Whole thing going.

Okay. -Slow burn.

Transformation is going to blow you away, though.

-I have no doubt.

-So when Neil Marshall sat down to write this movie,

he said he was trying to put the siege genre,

the horror genre,

and the werewolf subgenre all together in the spirit

of three movies -- "Zulu,"

"Assault on Precinct 13," and "Rio Bravo."

And we had that speech by Terry

about the Battle of Rorke's Drift,

which was one day

after the Zulus had wiped out the entire British army.

And Rorke's Drift was kind of the last stand.

The British Alamo,

with 10,000 warriors closing in on the last 150 Brits

that were still alive.

But the difference between Rorke's Drift

and the Alamo is that the Brits held their position.

They actually won that day-two battle,

because balls of British steel. Isn't that what he says?

Balls of British Steel? -Hell yeah.

And why were they fighting the Zulus in the first place?

-They wanted their land.

-Nice. -British Empire stuff.

I mean, we don't understand it.

-I think we understand it.

-Okay. Good point.

Okay, well,

we don't have 10,000 Zulu warriors outside this cabin

in Scotland, but we do have some very nasty werewolves.

So let's see how steely the British balls are

under a full moon.

Roll the film.

You know when Megan says, "The nearest phone is 50 miles away

and the nearest town is a four-hour drive"?

-Yes.

-Nothing in Scotland is a four-hour drive.

The only way you can have a four-hour drive

is to start at Dunmore, the southernmost town in Scotland,

and drive to Thurso, the northernmost town in Scotland.

But you still have to go through urban areas

and about 50 other towns.

So the idea of them being in this vast wilderness,

is that a Scot trying to put one over on the non-Scots?

-Probably, yeah.

-Where's Ian McCulloch when we need him?

-Oh, man. I'm sure we could get Ian here if we asked him.

-Ian McCulloch has become our close personal friend

ever since we featured him on an episode showing "Zombie."

Ian is this sophisticated Glaswegian.

Is he?

-And they never would have used him in "Trainspotting"

because you can understand what he's saying, but --

-True, true.

-But Ian comes over all the time

to hit the horror conventions, and he is a party animal.

-True. -And we did that to him.

He hadn't been the same since he was on "The Last Drive-In."

-We corrupted him. Whoo!

-Shout-out to convention organizers.

Invite Ian McCulloch.

He will be the last one to leave the party at 4:00 a.m.

And believe me, you want a Glaswegian at your party.

-You do. Everyone does.

-What's the glue for?

-Ever wonder why the best thing that

superglue sticks together is your fingers?

-Fuck. Get off. -Give it, give it.

Forget your grandma's china cups.

This stuff was developed for the Vietnam War

to patch up broken soldiers.

How you feeling, Sarge?

-Absolutely fucking top.

Fucking bollocks.

Give it, give it, give it. -Fuck--

-Are you sure he should be

chasing painkillers with whisky?

-No, he's earned it.

-Is it your birthday, Coop? -No, mate.

- Is it my birthday? - Hey!

-No.

You're going to thank us for this in the morning.

-I'll tell you something, mate.

I'm gonna fucking thank you right now.

I'm gonna thank you because you saved my life.

You got me out of there, mate.

-You would've done the same thing.

-If I'd done the same fucking thing,

I would've saved Bruce, wouldn't I?

Oh, fuck!

Fuck, stop!

Jesus!

Sausages.

I'll tell you something, miss, right?

This geezer here, right?

He's my best mate.

He's the salt of the fucking Earth.

I mean, don't get me wrong.

The rest of geezers in the squad,

they're all right lovely fellas.

Stuff it, I'd see one of them marry my--

Marry my sister.

If I had one.

I'll tell you what, I love him.

I love you like the mate that I--

that I love.

-Would you like to be alone?

You dirty fucker!

-Fuck!

-Here.

-It's the adrenaline.

-I'll stick, and you bond.

-I'll tell you something,

someone better get fucking stuck in soon

soon 'cause this is really starting to hurt.

Cooper.

Knock me out.

Hit me!

Oh, you fucking pussy! Hit me!

-Go on, go on.

-So how long you lived around here?

-Two years.

Came here for the wildlife.

I'm a zoologist.

-So you've heard those stories as well?

-Yeah, I heard the stories.

I went looking. I found evidence.

I was fascinated by the possibility.

-You can't seriously believe in werewolves.

-Straight out of college, I'd have laughed at the suggestion.

But now I know they're as real as you and me.

Before tonight is over, you will, too.

There.

I think that'll hold.

-You've done this before?

Oh, yeah.

We glue people's guts together all the time out here.

-Everyone tooled up?

-To the nines.

-Put a fucking eye out with that, man.

Right. Terry, look sharp.

The rest of you,

I know things have gone from shit to bone to worse

in the last 24 hours, but if we pull our weight and do the job,

we still have a fighting chance.

No more running.

We stand here and we fight.

Right?

Any questions?

-Just the one, Coop.

Exactly what is it we're fighting against?

-Megan, do you want to run it past the boys?

-Lycanthropes.

-You what?

-That's werewolves to you and me.

-You're taking the piss. -What?

Makes perfect sense to me.

-What, you mean like full moon, silver bullets,

and eyebrows that join in the middle?

-Before you dismiss it offhand,

think about what you've seen and heard.

The full moon, the teeth, the claws, the howling.

Is it so difficult to believe?

For a whole year now, I've tracked these things.

I've studied them, tried to understand them.

Every month when the moon is full,

they hunt as a team, dedicated to the kill.

During that time, at least 15 people have vanished.

Hikers, mostly, in small groups or alone.

They're caught out in the open, hunted down,

torn apart, and devoured.

I've never witnessed the actual slaughter,

but the next day, no bodies, no werewolves...

just blood.

The eyebrows thing is nonsense.

It's just Dark Age paranoia.

And silver bullets...

no one's ever got close enough to try.

-I'm sold.

-Slow down, Spoon. Megan may have a point.

I'm still not convinced that these things

didn't just escape from the local nuthouse

and forget to shave or trim their nails.

But they're out there, and we're in here.

What they may or may not be

does not affect our immediate situation one bit.

-This is bone.

This is so fucking bone!

-Anything else?

-Yeah. What does bone mean?

-Bone, bollocks, naff.

-Not very good.

-Right.

Anything else I should know?

Callsigns. You need to be specific.

Upstairs, you got Sergeant Wells,

who you seem to know inside and out by now.

You got Spoon over there, the vomiting cavalier, Terry.

The big guy with the ax is Joe.

-Didn't you forget someone?

-Ryan.

Captain Ryan is not one of our team.

His being here is hazy at best.

-If I could tell you, I would.

But I'm just a soldier.

Like you.

-No stripes.

No insignia.

A suit and a uniform does not make a soldier.

He's with special ops.

His team were wiped out last night.

He was the only survivor.

-I'd advise you against pursuing

this line of questioning, Private Cooper.

-Are you pulling rank on me now, Captain?

-You can shove that right up your ass.

-I'm saying my being here is a moot point

since I'm now in as much shit as you are.

-We're all in the same fucking shit.

And we need each other.

-I doubt I need you.

-You bloody did two hours ago.

-The Uaths.

-Crying like a baby, you were.

-That was then. Circumstances change.

-What? -Uath. It's Celtic.

The family has lived in this glen for centuries.

So what was he doing out there?

-I have an idea.

I want to hear it from the horse's mouth.

Come to think of it, Ryan, how you feeling?

-I'm fine.

-When we found you,

you could barely open your eyes, let alone walk.

And then later, you managed to run.

And now look at you...

fighting fit and sitting pretty.

Hardly the behavior of a man who, until recently,

was knocking on death's door.

-I have a strong constitution.

-You're not bloody kidding.

-You won't mind if I have a look at that wound of yours.

-I'd just as soon you didn't.

-I have a responsibility to my patient.

-I'm warning you, Cooper. Don't touch me.

Get back.

-Tie him up. I want him to talk.

-What are you going to do, torture him?

-Don't know.

What would you do?

-I'd torture him.

-What now?

-They shut down the generator.

-Why would they do that?

-Because they can see in the dark.

-And you're afraid of it.

-This is a pile of rancid shit!

-Now what do you believe?

-I'm beginning to believe you.

I think Joe might have worded it better.

-They're on the move!

-All right, this is it.

Mark your targets and preserve your ammo.

Three-round bursts.

We've only got one stun grenade apiece,

so only use them if absolutely necessary.

Stand to. -On it.

-What can I do? -What do you want to do?

-Run and hide. I know what's coming.

-Take care of Sam.

Keep an eye on Ryan. If he tries anything, pan him.

-Chasing that first kiss, are we, Cooper?

-It's as simple as this.

If you're not there for us, we're not here for you.

-Contact!

Die!

-Spoon, get down!

-Fucking--

-Fuck!

Fire in the hole!

Cooper!

-Cheers, mate.

-Sarge.

-Go back!

-Sarge!

Sarge!

-Fuck!

-Sarge! Sarge, wake up!

Fucking wake up, you fuck!

Fuck.

Sarge!

Jeez, you fucker.

Wake up!

Sarge!

Fuck off!

-Dogs.

More like pussies.

-You all right?

-Oh, yeah. Yeah, I'm peachy, mate.

Coop.

Squad's yours, mate.

-They took Terry.

-Then we go and get him back.

-Too fucking right.

-Forget about him.

-What did you say?

-He's dead, Cooper, and you know it.

-Shit!

-Somebody must have heard some gunfire.

Somebody must have heard something.

-Who?

The only other house within 50 miles of here is mine,

and I'm not there.

-Well, what about the road, man? Passersby?

-Do you have any idea what kind of luck you had

running into me out there tonight?

-I thought you ran into us.

-Joe, check upstairs.

-Even if anyone did come by,

they'd only end up lambs for the slaughter like you.

Our only hope is daylight.

Sunrise is in six hours.

-We did the best we could.

But if the Sarge's condition deteriorates,

he'll have less than four.

And the only thing holding them back

is they don't know how much ammunition we have left.

-Man alive. This is some good stuff, right?

One of the hardest things

to do in any kind of movie is to tell an ensemble story,

because you got to quickly differentiate the characters

and make us care about each character.

But Neil Marshall knows how to do that.

And it's even harder in his case

because all the characters are dressed exactly alike.

They're in uniform.

And add to that an extended action sequence

that has all the members of the ensemble

defending against an attack, and so you got a director

who doesn't seem at all like a rookie.

The werewolves, obviously, are practical-effects werewolves,

actors inside elaborate bodysuits.

And the thing that makes them different

is that instead of hiring stuntmen,

Marshall hired professional dancers.

He wanted them to be extremely agile.

And if you'll notice, their legs are thin but strong,

so they move in a very elegant way.

And speaking of legs,

I thought Marshall was pulling our legs

when he puts in that origin story for superglue.

You know, that superglue was first used in Vietnam

to seal wounds on the battlefield?

Turns out it's totally true.

Scientists at the -- at Eastman Kodak

were designing gun sights for the military,

and part of their research resulted in superglue.

And the medics discovered that when you had no time

and no adequate facilities,

the superglue would stop bleeding

and hold bodies together until you could evacuate the people.

And that great scene

where they put the sergeant's intestines back into his body

like a do-it-yourself hernia operation,

you know, and Wells starts to go crazy,

the actor, Sean Pertwee,

asked Marshall if it would be okay to,

"Experiment with some real alcohol."

Now, normally this is an absolute no-no in acting,

but Marshall said, "Okay, yeah, let's try it."

And you can see how wild it got.

He was plastered and apparently improvising some of those lines.

And apparently it worked for Kevin McKidd as well,

the actor playing Cooper,

because the second time he hit the sergeant,

he broke the sergeant's nose.

So indie film-making at its most inspired.

But what's the matter with Captain Ryan?

What happened to his wound?

We keep -- We keep getting these new twists.

So let's get back to the movie.

And, Darcy, have you noticed anything about my body?

-Indeed.

I feel like this is the slowest transformation ever.

-You're going to love the payoff, though.

-See the nails? -Yeah. It's great.

I feel like we don't have a whole lot of time left, though.

-Well, I'm saving it. -Okay.

-You know?

They're about to reveal the origin

of these Scottish werewolves.

And it brings up the question that I started the show with.

Why wolves?

You know those stories that they have of people

who are raised by wolves? It's always wolves.

You know, like the founders of Rome, Romulus and Remus.

Dude tries to drown them in the Tiber,

but they survive and they are raised by wolves.

Or, like Peter the wild boy.

-I don't -- I don't know that one.

-Well, they -- This is a true story.

They found this kid naked,

crawling on all fours in a German forest near Hanover,

Germany, and eating -- eating with his hands.

Can't speak.

So he gets adopted by King George,

and he lives the rest of his life as a pet.

Princess Caroline tried to teach him to speak, to read, to write,

but it was a failure, and they think he was raised by wolves.

So my question is why not raised by bears or tigers or whatever?

Why wolves? -Wolves are more nurturing.

-I thought they ate the babies.

They don't raise the babies.

-I think they go either way.

-Well, Neil Marshall doesn't care

where the werewolves came from,

how they ended up living in the Highlands of Scotland.

He just wants some supernatural creatures

who are vicious and relentless.

Then he has no "Gee, I wish -- I wish I wasn't like this" scene

that you have in most werewolf movies.

They're essentially land sharks.

-Hell yeah, they are.

Let's have a look at that.

-Tell me, honestly.

What are our chances?

-Morale seems good, considering.

But that will only last as long as the ammunition holds out.

High spirits are just no substitute

for 800 rounds a minute,

but I don't think that's what you want to hear.

-Think about it, Cooper.

Up until today, you believed

there was a line between myth and reality.

It may have been a very fine line sometimes,

but at least it was a line.

Those things out there are real.

And if they're real, what else is real?

You know what lives in the shadows now.

You may never get another night's sleep

as long as you live.

-So why worry, Cooper? You may not live that long.

-Shut your mouth.

We're all gonna make it through this.

You know why?

I don't scare that easy.

Here.

It's supposed to be lucky.

-For me or the rest of the rabbit?

-You'll need a lot more than luck this time.

-Shut up, Ryan!

Listen to me, Cooper. Ignore him.

We can survive till sunrise.

That's all that matters. It's just a few more hours.

-Wait a minute. Am I missing something here?

-I know him.

I was seconded to his team during their first visit here.

-First visit? What first visit?

What the fuck you talking about?

-They came to check out the stories.

They needed an expert.

It's just a few more hours, Cooper.

That's all it is.

-All clear?

-Yeah.

-You want to kill them all?

-Yes.

-Good. Keep it up.

What's the damage, Spoon?

-Well, we might have pissed on our chips.

We've only got two full mags for the MP5s,

six rounds for the shotgun,

and one spare, just in case.

-Stay sharp, everyone.

-We were putting fire down all over.

I mean, we filled those things with lead,

and they just kept on getting up and coming back at us.

60 rounds, man, it won't last two minutes.

-So either we all make a break for it and fight our way clear

or the rest of us keep them occupied

while one of us goes for help.

-And by the time the cavalry get here,

they'll have to pick what's left of us

from between their fucking teeth.

-Fucking brilliant.

We either stay and snuff it, or we all go.

And snuff it.

-Decisions, decisions.

-Laugh.

I nearly died. -Who's stopping you?

-Oi, that's it!

-No! -We'll fucking have him!

-Take it easy, big man.

Calm down.

-Do any of you know how to hotwire a car?

-What?

-They keep an old Land Rover in the barn.

I don't know where the keys are,

but if one of you could break in and start it, then--

-I can do that.

-Are you sure? -Piece of piss.

Anyway, the further I am from this wanker,

the happier I'll be.

-All right. You're going to need a decoy.

Something fast and loud.

-What?

You what?

-You, sit.

Stay.

-You're serious about this werewolf thing, aren't you?

-Afraid so.

-Shit.

Don't suppose you know who won the match?

-Didn't even know there was a game on.

-It's not a game.

-All right, this is it.

Everyone get ready.

-Bollocks.

-Joe.

Good luck, man.

You don't get off the hook that easy.

-All right, you bastards!

Come on, have a go if you think you're hard enough!

Well, come on, you beauties!

-They took the bait.

-Come on!

-Spoon, run!

Move your fucking ass, soldier!

Come on!

-I'm trying!

-Pull him through.

I love it when a posh babe talks dirty!

-Jesus! -Fucking hell!

-Fucking what's happening, Cooper?

Cut it!

Cut it! Cut it!

-Fucking cut it!

Cut it!

Fuck this!

Oh, shit!

Fuck!

-He's done it. Ryan, up.

Everyone else, downstairs. Come on, move it.

Come on! -All right, kid.

-Move. Move.

-You're behind me, aren't you?

I'm going to fucking have you!

-Right?

Go, go.

-Well, she's in a bad way.

Fuel pump's gone. Fan belt's bugging.

She's pissing out petrol like there's no tomorrow.

-The word bone springs to mind.

-Joe's body?

-It's gone.

What's the damage, Spoon?

-We're down to 48 rounds.

-Check the right.

Well, Ryan, you heard the score.

Maybe one or two of us are going to make it through this.

I don't care much for our chances.

Do you like football?

-What?

They think it's all over and all that crap?

No, I don't.

-Well, Joe--you remember Joe?

He liked football.

Fucking lived for it.

-Is this relevant?

-He missed the most important match of his life

for this bullshit exercise and now he's dead

along with two other mates I'd have readily

given my right arm for.

Too fucking right, it's relevant!

-You just can't get past the dog, can you?

-We're losing, Ryan.

We're 3-nil down, and we're close to the final whistle.

At the very least, I want to even the score.

-I understand your resentment.

But you failed because you weren't prepared

to take that extra step.

If you'd passed, you would have been on my team.

And if you were on my team, you'd be dead.

-Yeah, I failed.

And I'm bloody glad of it.

Because given the choice of taking orders

from a toffee-nosed twat like you

and slogging it out with these guys,

I'll take the underdogs anytime.

So you can take your precious selection,

shove it up your ass,

and stop trying to change the fucking subject!

-Fair enough.

But you won't like what I have to tell you.

There are some places you really shouldn't go.

-We'll be the judge of that, Ryan.

-Ever heard of Special Weapons Division?

They're the men in white coats who train dolphins

to stick mines on submarines

and cute furry animals to tear your head off

at the neck.

They saw an opportunity and called me in.

-To do what, catch one of these things?

-And to bring it back.

Alive, if possible.

-Only it turned out to be them.

-We underestimated enemy numbers.

-Underestimated?

I'd have a serious word with your head shed

about the quality of their intelligence.

-It may have been their invitation,

but it was my party.

I planned and executed it.

-And you loused it up.

-We lost good men, Ryan.

Yours and mine.

I want to know...

where we fit in.

-The reality is you're expendable.

And I had approval to put you at risk.

-Get to the fucking point, Ryan.

-I made a gap in enemy lines.

You were good enough to spot it

and predictable enough to go for it.

That was your bait. You were mine.

-You bastard.

-I had to choose somebody.

I remembered you.

Monkey see, monkey do.

-You--

-They were my men!

-Get up, you shit. You know what we can do.

Give us a fighting chance!

-Live and learn, Cooper.

-Whoa. -I didn't hit him that hard.

-You tripped something loose.

-Bad dog.

Fetch!

-Make the shot!

-Clear!

-Cooper, get down!

I've got target!

-I have to admit,

Captain Ryan turns into an amazingly scary werewolf,

but it's nothing compared to what you're going to see

at the next break.

-How hairy are you planning to get?

-I am going full-bore sea otter.

-Sea otter?

-Yeah, the sea otter. Hairiest animal in the world.

1 million hairs per square inch. Sea otter.

-That doesn't sound very scary.

-1 million hairs per square inch, Darcy.

-It's not really the fur

that makes the werewolves scary, though.

-No, but you got to lay that solid foundation.

And that foundation is sea otter.

-Okay.

-Anyway, Captain Ryan,

right before he becomes Ryan Wolf,

reveals that British special forces were trying

to capture a cryptid in Scotland

because they believed it was an animal

they could convert to wartime uses,

but they didn't count on it being a whole pack of animals.

And actually, this is good screenwriting,

because military animals are still a huge part of American

and British and Russian war planning.

You got dogs, number one.

But dolphins are number two.

They do a boatload of stuff for the Navy,

but fortunately,

they did eliminate that kamikaze dolphin program

where they were training the dolphins to swim

underneath ships and detonate bombs

that were strapped to them.

Or they say they eliminated them.

-They did. -However,

the Russians did train dogs to run underneath tanks

and set off dynamite charges,

but they stopped using that program

because the dogs would sometimes run

underneath the Russian tanks instead of the enemy tanks.

Anyway, I wanted to mention

that that is Emma Cleasby as Megan the --

She was doing theater in Newcastle

when Neil Marshall found her.

Born in a small town near the Scottish border,

started out as a set designer,

and then she was a teacher of autistic children.

And in 1999, she moved to London to do acting full time.

And she's done a lot of TV since then.

Spoon is played by Darren Morfitt from Hartlepool,

another one of those North Sea seaside towns

in the north of England.

He's a trained boxer,

which might partly explain his skill with the frying pan.

And then Joe, who just wanted to watch the footy,

wanted to watch the soccer game between England and Germany.

I think it was especially sad

when Joe got splattered all over that Land Rover.

Joe was played by Chris Robson from Whitley Bay,

a suburb of Newcastle.

And I love that moment

when he's setting out on his suicide mission.

And he asked Megan one question.

"Do you know the score of the match?"

And she says, "I didn't even know there was a game."

And he snaps at her, "It's not a game."

Joe -- Joe's obsession with "the footy"

actually gives a specific date for the events of this movie,

because England did play Germany in a World Cup qualifier

on September 1, 2001, and if Megan had been paying attention,

she could have assured Joe

that England trounced the Germans, 5-1.

You know, one reason I think "Dog Soldiers" is not

better known in the U.S.,

and, I mean, it's known in the horror world,

but not in the mainstream,

is that they couldn't get a theatrical release over here.

It killed in the UK,

but it went straight to the Sci-Fi Channel in America.

But it was revolutionary in England.

It single-handedly brought horror back to Britain.

And that -- that was after 20, 25 years of nothing over there.

Hammer Films had faded into oblivion in the '70s,

and then England had the video nasty era

of censorship in the '80s.

So the producers backed off of horror

because they thought their movies might be banned.

And so nothing had replaced Hammer.

But not only did "Dog Soldiers" inspire horror filmmakers,

it inspired specifically werewolf movies,

which makes sense because both "The Wolf Man"

and "An American Werewolf in London,"

which didn't you rank those number one

and two, werewolf-wise? -Yes. Or tied.

-Both of those were set in the British Isles,

and the very first werewolf movie of the sound era

in 1935 was "The Werewolf of London,"

and so after "Dog Soldiers,"

the Brits renewed their werewolf love.

"Wild Country," 2006,

Scottish teen hikers stalked by a werewolf.

"Love Bite," 2012,

werewolf killing virgins in a seaside town

so the teens are forced to have sex or die.

That's a good reversal, right? -Oh, no.

-"Howl," 2015, werewolf preys

on stranded train passengers in Yorkshire.

For a long time, Neil Marshall was talking about sequels,

but he could never come to an agreement with David Allen,

the canned-spinach magnate from Arkansas.

So he now says that'll never happen.

David Allen has left Hollywood.

He returned to Siloam Springs, Arkansas,

where they elected him mayor, actually.

Anyway, I think you're going to love

this ending to "Dog Soldiers."

Neil Marshall is a big fan of explosions.

So back to the movie.

You know, that character of Joe,

the soccer fan, reminded me of my favorite story

about the English football rowdies,

who are infamous all over Europe.

When England does play Germany,

the English constantly remind the Germans

of their victory over Germany in the 1966 World Cup final,

but they do it in a particularly brutal way.

The crowd chants, "One World Cup, two World Wars,

one World Cup, two world --" which is, you know,

you got emotions running high at those stadiums.

You got people crammed into that place, you got alcohol.

I wouldn't be surprised

if we had a high body count at one of those matches.

Are you into soccer?

-Eh.

-Me neither. I don't get it.

"You see that amazing match?

We won 1-0."

You know? Teams can go 10 matches

and score two goals, you know? But you got all that emotion.

And then the sport itself requires patience.

But they're drinking. Massive patience.

Anyway, I like to think

that Saint Peter told Joe the score of that footy,

though, once he got to soldier's heaven.

-Aw. Me too.

-Werewolves spend most of their time

in human form, right?

And the only people from miles around live right here.

-So these things

aren't about to give up the fight and go home.

-They are at home.

-Yeah, well, that makes perfect sense, don't it?

I mean, think about it.

We bust into their house, we eat all their porridge,

we sleep in their fucking beds.

No wonder they're pissed off.

-But they're good people. They're kind people.

-More's the pity. -Why?

-Because we're going to have to kill them all.

-Too right, mate.

-What self-respecting werewolf

would have anything silver in the house, anyway?

-Yeah, well, fuck the folklore.

Let's just burn them. -Yeah.

-If we knew where to find them.

-Maybe we do.

Everything we've seen so far

suggests the behavior of a pack.

Six to eight members,

an alpha pair leading the subordinates,

and a young male, the beta wolf, second in command.

Makes sense.

-Nah. You lost me.

-A wolf pack sticks together,

generally somewhere close to its food supply.

Somewhere safe, sheltered, and warm.

-You're going to have to move like shit off a shovel

on this one, man.

-Well, you ought to get your own shit a look.

When we blow that fuse,

that place is going up like Zabriskie Point.

Let's make it work.

-Yeah, it's easy-peasy.

-And lemon squeezy.

-Listen, Coop.

What about the sarge?

-What about the sarge?

-You know what I mean.

-Sarge is with us.

-Yeah.

I just didn't want him to go without getting his watch back.

-You, stay out of trouble.

-You all right?

-Oh, yeah. I'm fine, Cooper.

I mean, I feel absolutely fantastic.

That's a problem, isn't it?

Eh?

What if she's wrong?

What if they're not all in there, eh?

-Then we only get some of them.

It's a shitload better than none of them.

And a marked improvement on all of us.

-No, no, no. You listen to me.

You get the fuck out now.

I hold them back.

I keep them occupied, and you get out.

-We've lost enough men for one night, don't you think?

-Let me show you something.

Now, do not tell me that that is fucking normal.

What happened to Ryan is happening to me.

It's just a matter of time, mate.

-Stop wasting time with this hari-kari crap.

This fight isn't lost yet.

-With Ryan, it only took a couple of hours, mate.

It's a full moon.

I mean, I don't know.

Maybe it's like when you need to take a piss or something.

I don't know.

When you've got to go, you've got to fucking go.

-Come on. Maybe it's more like needing a shite.

Just because you need one doesn't mean you drop your kegs

and pinch one off.

Anyway, fuck Ryan.

Shifty bastard could have been one of those things

from the start.

-You know, Coop, there's one more thing

you've got to learn about command, mate.

Sometimes the people that you kill are your own men.

So I'm asking you,

let me take care of myself.

And at least spare you the unfortunate business

of trying to exp--

explain to Annie why you had to incinerate me.

-We're going to knock seven colors of shit

out of these fuckers.

We need you.

-It's all right, you know, mate.

It's okay.

I just didn't make it out this time, that's all.

It goes with the job. Do you know what I mean?

When I signed my life away on that dotted line,

I fucking meant it.

I am a professional soldier.

So what do you want me to do?

-Roast their bollocks off.

-All clear.

-Good luck.

-Light it!

-Shit.

Sarge!

-I'm sorry.

When I found you out there tonight,

I truly believed you were

the best chance I had of getting out.

But now we have no chance.

There is no out.

There never was.

I came here to be at one with nature.

Well, I got what I wanted.

Now I have to live with it.

-There is no house in the next glen.

-No.

-And there were no werewolves in the barn when it blew.

-Not one.

-And the reason you're not in the photograph

is because you took it.

-I never meant to-- -Yeah.

You women.

Same old shite.

-Being nice to women will get you nowhere, Cooper.

Being nice to me will get you killed.

You may think they're all bitches,

but...

I'm the real thing.

Do you think I like being part of this fucked-up family?

Do you think I chose to run with the pack?

No.

I chose you.

But now you're out of luck, and I'm out of time.

And all we can do is let nature take its course.

They were always here.

I just unlocked the door.

It's that time of the month.

-Somebody has to put it out of its misery.

-Right! Spoon! -Get clear!

Go now!

-Spoonie, stop fucking around! Fucking shoot! That's an order!

Bastard!

-Come on!

-Come on!

-Sarge?

Sarge?

-In the closet.

I'm in the closet!

You fucking motherfuck!

-You're killing me, you bastard!

How do you like that, you fucking bastard!

Come on, Sarge!

-I'm running out, Coop! I'm running out!

Fucking ass!

Go!

Fucking bastard!

Come on! Come on!

-I hope I give you the shits, you fucking wimp.

-You fucker! Come on!

Beat it!

Here!

Go away!

Come on! Get stuck in, mate!

Oh, fucker! Get out of here!

-Come on, you fucker!

Come on!

Come on!

-Hey! Fuck off!

-Cooper...

let's get in the wardrobe, son.

-What?

-Let's get in the wardrobe.

-Yeah, all right.

What's that smell?

-I don't know.

-Fucking hell.

-Give me the gun.

Open your mouth, watch your ears,

mind your toes!

Go, go!

-Where's Spoon?

-There is no Spoon.

-No! You fucking bastard!

-Fuck it. Help me, Cooper! Come on!

Get in there. Get in there!

-Come on.

What are you doing?

-Mate, take this.

There's one in the chamber, mate.

I'm fucking bit!

-No, you're not.

We go together, or we don't fucking go!

-It's my last order. Do not fuck about.

Do not disobey me!

-Come here, you fuck!

-Fuck!

Listen. You have got to make it out alive.

You gotta prove this happened.

Not just for me or my lads.

For her!

Here.

Just prove it happened, mate.

Go! Go!

Go!

Fuck!

Fuck.

Fuck.

Ryan.

-You tried licking your own balls yet?

I forgot.

You don't fucking have any.

Think it's all over?

It is now.

-Oh, man, we got lucky tonight.

We are about four minutes away from the max wax.

-Wait. How many?

-The maximum waxing of the full moon.

-Wait, how close are we?

-Four minutes. I'm --

You know, I may not have the terminology right.

I call it the max wax.

So is that last 20 minutes of the movie

some of the best action footage ever committed to Super 16 film?

Yes, it is.

And most of those actors went on to many more great things.

Sean Pertwee as Sergeant Wells has done scads of TV,

lots of voice-over.

He was Alfred Pennyworth, the butler in "Gotham."

Kevin McKidd as Cooper

is well known for his voices on "Call of Duty,"

but he also did 357 episodes of "Grey's Anatomy."

And for Neil Marshall,

this was his writing and directing ticket to Hollywood.

In 2006, he made "The Descent,"

which was a huge hit about the female spelunkers

who go down into a cave

and encounter cannibalistic humanoid creatures.

"Doomsday" in 2008, post-apocalyptic action flick

for Universal about Scotland being sealed off

because of a massive virus.

"Centurion," historical adventure-action film

about the Roman Empire's Ninth Spanish Legion,

which mysteriously disappeared in Scotland

in the second century.

He got an Emmy nomination for Best Director

for two episodes of "Game of Thrones."

He did a lot of episodic TV directing for Showtime and HBO.

"Hannibal," "Westworld," the rebooted "Lost in Space,"

fairly successfully.

He had one real stinker in 2019, the reboot of "Hellboy,"

but he bounced back with "The Reckoning,"

which he did kind of in the Hammer style,

about a woman accused of witchcraft

during the Great Plague.

"The Lair,"

a gangster revenge flick called "Duchess" just last year.

And his latest one is "Compulsion,"

kind of an erotic thriller giallo.

So the kid from Newcastle

is now -- he's sort of the Steven Spielberg of Scotland.

Okay, wait. Well, it looks like we are just --

we are just seconds away from max wax,

so I am going to -- -We don't have time for that.

We do not have time for that.

We just have to stop. -Oh, no, we have to do this

because it is like just the coolest -- coolest mask ever.

Ah! -Ahh!

-It's not that cool.

-Oh, my God.

Darcy's going full Sybil Danning!

Darcy.

-'Sup?

-So you're, like, really a...

-Are you questioning my lifestyle choices?

-No. No.

-All right, then. -Not at all.

-It's just that...

-It's just what?

-Aw. -How do you like my cosplay?

-You did good. -It's cute.

-It's adorable.

I'm so scared. Oh, my gosh.

-The drive-in will never die.

How long have you been doing this?

-I mean, it was a thing when I first moved to L.A.,

and I just -- -It was a thing?

-It's a thing.

-You never mentioned it before.

-I don't like people knowing all my business.

-So when you go out on a night like this, do you --

-Shh.

You don't need to know my business.

Understand?

-Okay, I won't ask.

-That's right.