Season of the Hunted

This film contains some strong

language, and some scenes of

violence.

'God said to Abraham,

"Kill me a son."

'Abe says,

"Man, you must be putting me on."

'God say, "No." Abe say, "What?"

'God say,

"You can do what you want, Abe,

"but the next time you see me comin',

you better run."

'Abe says, "Where do you want

this killing done?"

'And God says...

'"Out on Highway 61."'

This programme contains

some strong language and some

violent scenes.

SCREAMING:

The Serbs have taken over

this Albanian village.

They're killing everyone in sight.

It's not a war. It's a slaughter.

The Serb commander

is in that mosque.

This is three villages in a week

he's destroyed.

We are to identify

and neutralise him. We will proceed

under cover of NATO airstrike,

commencing...

right...about...now! Move!

SCREAMING:

CONVERSATION IN SERBIAN

EXPLOSIONS:

I'm in the nest.

Copy that. Raven is in the nest.

Cover fire, on my mark.

Three, two...

one!

SHOUTING IN SERBIAN

SERBIAN:

Sgt First-Class Aaron Hallam.

It is my privilege

to present to you the Silver Star,

one of our top awards for valour.

Your bravery, judgement and resolve

are an example to all soldiers.

Your courageous actions

are the bedrock upon which peace

and democracy are built.

Congratulations, Hallam.

WHIMPERS:

STRAINED BREATHING

GIRL'S SCREAMS ECHOES

ECHOING SCREAMS:

WOLF WHINES:

Hey.

What happened to you?

WOLF SNARLS:

You stepped on a snare, didn't you?

WOLF GROWLS:

Easy. Take it easy.

Be still.

Be still.

All right. Let me have that.

Nasty thing.

Next time you see one of these,

you go the other way.

OK...

There we go.

You're good, you're good.

OK.

Now get out of here.

CONVERSATION, LAUGHTER

Anyone here with the initials JW?

Yeah.

This yours?

Yeah, it is.

What the...?!

No more snares on wolves, guys.

I got him.

He was down there. What?

I saw him.

You need all that equipment

to kill a deer?

C*CKS GUN

That's how we make sure

they're dead.

You guys don't look like

deer hunters.

When you kill with your own hands,

there is a reverence.

Is that right?

There is no reverence

in what you do.

Where's your weapon?

BLADE SINGS:

Holy smoke.

You're not here for the deer,

are you? What's that?

You think you can hunt me

with those rifles?

Your rifles against my knife.

What are you, nuts?

What do you think?

Yeah, well, don't push it, a**hole.

STRAINED BREATHING

Where the f*** are you?

Come on, man...

HE GROANS:

SHOTS RING OU:

HE PANTS:

BIRD SCREECHES:

HE PANTS:

GUNSHOT RINGS OU

HE GASPS:

YELLS:
God...!

BLADE SINGS, SHRIEKING

GASPS AND GROANS

SCREAMS:

SCREAM ECHOES:

STOMPS FEE:

You want antifreeze with that?

It's not that cold out.

Maybe not to you.

Thought you were on the wagon.

Wheels fell off.

You running a fever? It's the cold.

Not crazy about the thaw, neither.

Get a hot-water bottle.

Keep you company at night.

Forget it. I wanna go to California.

Do a little fishin'.

I hear the yellowtail jump into

the boat this time of year.

Zander, yellowtail aren't running

at this time of year. ..Hello, Ted.

LT. How d'you know it was me?

I saw your pigeon-toed tracks.

What're you doing this far north?

Van Zandt wanted me

to show you something. Personally.

Been a few years.

OKeechobee, 1996.

Your agents got scared of alligators.

One shat in his pants. Mike Hannay.

You disappeared after that.

Did a few more then quit.

Been at Portland three years now.

We reached out for you a few times.

LT, let me ask you something.

What the hell you doing out here?

Working for the Wildlife Fund.

Took a lot of trouble to get here.

You're a hard man to find.

No, I'm not. How hard am I to find

if you found me?

Van Zandt thinks it's important.

He thinks everything is.

This is different.

I don't do that kind of work anymore.

Why don't you have a look?

I don't want to go back there.

All we're asking you to do

is take a look, LT.

Tom, can we get

prints off that paper? Sure.

Do. And the door handles.

I'm worried about the SWAT agents.

I want these guys alive.

Reid, deploy some of your men

across the canyon.

Contain this area and establish

a perimeter. It's your call.

HE RETCHES:

You gonna be all right? No. I hate

those things. I'm afraid of heights.

I'm Abby Durrell, the ASAC here. I'm

not sure how much Harry told you...

Tell me what he told you to tell me.

We'll take it from there.

HE RETCHES:

They were found half a mile away.

They were killed with a hatchet

then gutted, it seems in ritualistic

fashion. Every organ was cut.

My deputy's talking to

the local Peyote chief.

There's no Peyote ritual

for gutting humans.

The bodies were quartered like you'd

quarter deer. Peyote are upset...

A Peyote wouldn't quarter

two deer hunters unless...

What? He's gonna eat them.

There were two men killed the same

way last week in Washington State.

They were Forest Rangers,

so we got jurisdiction.

Where are the bodies?

We sent 'em to the lab yesterday.

You need to see 'em? No.

You got too many men and horses here.

All these tracks. It's chaos.

You find a deer stand or coolers

for packing meat?

Not within a five-mile radius.

Still looking.

What do you know about the victims?

As far as we know,

two businessmen from Metford.

FLIES BUZZ:

What else can we do for you?

Nothing. Ask everybody to fall back.

Bobby, get everyone out of there.

Guys, everybody, fall back.

Come on. Let's go!

Move back! Yeah, everyone!

BIRD CALL:

HE SIGHS:

This is him. Who?

The guy who did it. We don't know

how many killers there were.

Just one. How do you know?

Left his signature in that tree.

These were able-bodied men.

They had rifles with sophisticated

'scopes. One had a 9mm handgun.

You think one man with a hatchet...?

Not a hatchet. A knife.

With a serrated edge on one side.

And he threw it it at this tree,

then killed two men?

Yeah. Size ten shoes, no tread,

almost a slipper. Kind of like this.

He's out there.

You can't go alone.

That's how I work.

Take this. I don't need that.

Humour me. It's fully charged.

Make sure you leave it on. OK.

Need a gun? I don't like guns.

How much time do you need? If I'm

not back in two days, I'm dead.

WINGS FLUTTER:

LT.

Remember me? No.

You taught me.

I taught a lot of people.

How come

you didn't answer my letters?

How come you're chopping up

all these people?

You see the scopes they used?

They weren't hunters, LT.

They were sweepers.

You have to come in, son.

HE GROANS:

LT GRUNTS:

HE GRUNTS:

HE GROANS:

CRUNCH, MOANS

Move up.

Down! He's down!

Stay back, don't touch him.

Find the weapon.

BEEPING:

Haul it in!

Bring him in.

LT. Sir.

Helluva job.

He's one of yours, isn't he? Yeah.

That's what I thought.

He's our man? Yeah.

Any idea why?

No. That'd be your job.

Would you like some coffee?

No, thank you, ma'am.

You don't have to talk to us

if you don't want to. I understand.

How about telling us your name?

We could start with that.

He knows my name.

Want to tell me

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