Starz Special: The Water Horse: Legend of the Deep Page #5

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I didn't know that

they'd shoot at him.

This is your fault.

Will it work?

Soft spot. Back of the neck.

Consider it dead.

Did you shoot that plane down?

What?

The plane you were shooting at

when you got hurt.

Well, it's not something I brag about.

Why not?

-Crusoe.

-Angus.

You hear that?

It's Churchill.

I think he's onto something.

Good dog!

It's that dog. He'll tell everyone

where Crusoe is.

-Wormsley, over there. In that cove.

-I'll take her in.

Kill the engine.

Where's he gone?

Churchill?

Oi, Churchill!

Maybe he's just

chasing a rabbit or something.

That's not it.

Someone kill it! Kill it!

Mayday! Mayday! We're on the loch.

And we're under attack!

-Where is he?

-There it is, port side.

Shoot it! Shoot it!

Turn the boat around.

Where is it? Where is it?

Anne.

Look, I....

I don't wish to carry on like this.

I apologize for my actions on the hill.

No, no. We should apologize.

Angus should never have behaved

in such an inappropriate fashion.

-Sir!

-I do--

Sir! We just had a call from the loch.

We're under attack.

-What?

-We're under attack, sir.

-Get me a sub. This could be it!

-Right.

-Bring my jeep around to the front.

-Yes, sir.

You take the children into the cellar.

Wormsley?

Kirstie, Angus, downstairs now!

-Angus is-- He's not here.

-What?

-He's gone down to the loch.

-Oh, my God.

Come quickly. Hurry, downstairs.

Go, go, go.

-This is not a drill.

-Yes, sir.

Clyde, bring the car round to the front

of the house straightaway.

-I can't let you. It's too dangerous.

-He's my son. You try to stop me.

Go away from me!

Go away. Go away from me!

Oh, my God. Please.

No. No, please!

-Crusoe!

-Go the other way. Turn around.

Please! Go.

Crusoe! Stop! Put him down!

-Oh, go away!

-Stop it!

-Crusoe! Stop!

-Angus, no!

Crusoe!

No!

-Somebody! Get off me! Help.

-Crusoe?

Angus? Can you hear me?

Come on, lad. Come on, son.

Come on, Angus, breathe.

Come on!

If you have any magic in you at all,

use it on this lad, I'm begging you.

Put the gunners on high alert,

understand?

Any sign of an enemy vessel,

you fire at will.

-But, sir--

-No. You fire at will!

Come on. Come on, lad.

Come on. Breathe, Angus.

Come on, get some good Scottish air

in those lungs.

Stay with me, Angus.

Stay with me, lad.

Come on. Come on, lad, breathe.

Come on.

Come on, lad.

Come on, we should go now.

Know something? This old workshop

is the place I'll miss the most.

You'll look after it for me?

And I'll bet you grow into these

by the time I get back.

You keep them well-polished.

We'll have none of that.

You're the man of the house now.

I need you to be strong and sure.

All right, Dad. Strong and sure.

Aye. That's my boy.

That's it. That's it.

Good lad. That's it.

Good boy.

Crusoe?

That's a good water horse.

-Thanks. Oh, God.

-Captain Hamilton!

Angus!

-He's all right.

-Angus, what happened?

-You got to kill it.

-What's happening?

-I was only trying to save Crusoe.

-Who's Crusoe?

-Wouldn't believe me if I told you.

-It's a sea monster.

It was just there--

-What are you talking about?

-I swear it. He was just there.

A sea monster? Are you telling me

this has all been about a sea monster?

What is going on here?

Has everyone gone mad?!

A sea monster?

There is no monster.

There's just you

with your bloody gun!

And you.

Filling his head with tales

of sea creatures and magic?

There's no monster.

And there's no magic.

-Mother....

-There's just--

There's just this war, and death...

...and people acting insane.

What's wrong with everyone?

Angus?

-Yes, Mum. I tried to tell you.

-Yes, you did.

His name's Crusoe. I raised him,

right out of an egg.

Angus, be careful!

It's all right. He's my friend.

He's peaceful, really.

He's not peaceful at all, sir.

The damn thing tried to eat me.

Crusoe! Get out of here!

Crusoe, come!

Crusoe!

-Oh, my God.

-Crusoe, come!

Good boy.

-Come on. Over here.

-No!

Angus!

Angus! Angus!

Faster, Crusoe!

We have to get to the net!

The sea. He's trying to

get Crusoe out to sea.

Victoria base, come in.

Victoria base, come in.

You have to do something.

You have to stop them.

All the radios are down.

We have to get to the net.

All ammunition up here.

On the double!

Help!

No! No.

You were in the Royal Navy.

That's right?

-Aye, sir.

-Think you can handle this tub?

I see the channel. Now head to sea,

boy, as fast as you can.

-Come on, keep it moving.

-I see something.

The rain's too heavy to make it out

clearly. It looks like a periscope.

Good God, it is. A German sub.

Prepare to fire.

Fire!

Go under, Crusoe.

We have to go under!

-There!

-Where?

-Over there! Can you see them?

-I can't see him.

-Rapp! Situation report?

-Sir.

One of our own torpedo boats

is in pursuit of the target.

They're on the run. Don't let them

get to the sea. Raise the nets!

Faster, Crusoe!

Go, Crusoe! Go!

What are we going to do?

-Angus!

-Over here!

Angus!

-Let him go!

-Do as he says!

Go on, boy!

Angus, let him go!

Let go, Angus!

Let go!

You're the best friend I've ever had.

I'll never forget you.

No, Crusoe! You can't stay here!

Go and hide in the loch.

Crusoe, go!

Don't you hear me, you bloody fool?

Do as I say.

Go!

Come on!

-Come on, Angus.

-You're nearly there.

-Come on.

-Come on, lad.

Now give me your hand.

Give me your hand, boy. Come on.

Get him in the boat.

That's it. Good lad.

Where is he? Where'd he go?

There he is!

-He's gonna jump the net!

-It's too high!

He'll never make it.

You did it, Crusoe! Well done, boy!

He'll not be coming back, will he?

I think he's meant to be

on his own, dear.

Not Crusoe. I meant...

...Daddy.

No, love. He'll not.

-Look! Look, Angus! Up here.

-Up here!

-You have to come quickly.

-Look!

Come on, quickly.

Some say the creature

comes back from time to time...

...looking for his friend.

Some claim to have seen it

over the years.

But the boy never saw it again.

That's a wonderful story.

Aye. And all true, every word of it.

Thank you....

Angus.

Angus MacMorrow is the name.

He was so sweet. I know it's true.

-It's a great story, but it's not true.

-You are so cynical.

William?

William!

William!

William...

...where are you?

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