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-♪ Hey, everybody,
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♪ Joe Bob is back in town ♪

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hanging around ♪

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♪ 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.