What is that?
It's that famous picture of the monster.
But it's fake.
How do you know it's fake? It Iooks reaI.
Oh, it's fake aII right.
Of course it's fake, everyone knows that.
Wait now, son. There's more to that photo than meets the eye.
-Oh, reaIIy? -If you'd Iike to know the reaI truth....
Yeah. I wanna know.
-Come on. It'II be fun. -Come on.
WeII, you have to go back to WorId War II.
The Germans had captured the rest of Europe...
...and were onIy a hundred miIes or so from these shores.
And you need to know about a young lad...
...called Angus MacMorrow.
The wee lad was drawn to water...
...but deathly afraid of it at the same time.
You know something, Angus?
The tide pool is a very strange, enchanted place.
See these wee beauties?
Now, they are fuII of Iuck and magic.
-No! -Aye, Angus.
-You best believe it. -Can I keep it, Daddy?
Aye. But don't teII your Mummy.
She beIieves things shouId stay where they are.
Angus.
Angus MacMorrow, what in heaven's name?
-Sorry. I'm coming. -Indeed you are.
I thought you'd drowned.
You didn't even get wet.
That piece. PIease.
-Thank you. -Cheerio.
See you, Archie.
I'd say it's going to rain, Mrs. MacMorrow.
Think you might be right, Mr. McCowan.
WouId you remind me to teII CIyde to move the cattIe to the Iower fieId?
I'II just put my paiI in the workshop.
WeII, be quick. You have to heIp with the tea.
-CIyde. -Aye.
Can we move the cattIe down to the Iower fieId?
Oh, aye. I have got nothing better to do.
Mummy. Look what I've got.
-Where'd you get that? -Every voIunteer got four oranges.
I haven't had an orange in Lord knows how Iong.
How was the shore? Did Angus have fun?
Angus, fun?
Angus! Come on in now.
You toId me you'd heIp with the tea.
All the Malay Peninsula has been overrun.
We are struggling hard in the Libyan Desert...
...where perhaps another serious battle will be soon fought.
The whole future of mankind...
...may depend upon our actions and upon our conduct.
So far we have not failed. We shall not fail now.
Let us move forward steadfastly together....
Jings.
It's aII right. There, there.
Here you go. Come on.
That's it.
Come on. Come on.
That's it.
AII right, then.
That's a good boy.
It's aII right.
Oh, no.
There you are.
It's aII right. I'II take care of you.
Angus.
Angus? Angus, it's bedtime.
How many times do I have to caII you?
Crikey.
Get a move on!
What is it?
Maybe Daddy's with them.
PuII up, Iads.
-Do you know anything about this? -No.
-They've got to be here for a reason. -I don't know.
Excuse me, sir.
Good morning, madam.
Captain Thomas HamiIton, 12 Medium Regiment, RoyaI ArtiIIery.
Are we aII set?
The housekeeper, Mrs. MacMorrow, is making aII the arrangements.
-She is? -Yes. Is she around?
I'm Anne MacMorrow.
Oh, I beg your pardon.
CIearIy, HQ have faiIed to notify you. My troop is to be biIIeted here.
What with?
I've hardIy any staff.
When Lord KiIIin went off to the RAF, onIy a few of us stayed on here.
WeII, we won't expect afternoon tea.
No, onIy the officers wiII be biIIeted inside the house.
The rest of my men wiII camp outside.
WeII, I'm afraid I reaIIy wouId need Lord KiIIin's permission.
Of course.
-WormsIey? -Yes, sir.
From Lord KiIIin. We're friends, actuaIIy. At Oxford the same year.
AII right.
But I have to teII you, our cupboards are not exactIy fuII these days.
Not to worry. The War Office keeps us weII-suppIied.
And what's more, we have a number of keen hunters in our regiment.
They are trained kiIIers, after aII.
You see, ScotIand is the front Iine in the war these days.
-Sir. -Good man.
Nazi submarines are everywhere.
Here we are.
SpIendid. Yes.
WeII, how IoveIy.
Now aII this, you see, is for your own protection.
-GoIdman? -WeII, we're very gratefuI.
Is this the German advance?
FoIIowing the troop movements, are you?
Don't you worry, son. We're ready for them.
-Now, you men, come with me. -Sir.
Can you put my desk over here?
Kirstie, Angus, run aIong.
We don't want to distract our guests from their duties.
Can you keep a secret?
Isn't this exciting? SoIdiers right here in our home.
-Promise me you can keep a secret. -What are you babbIing about?
-You have to swear not to teII Mummy. -I'II not breathe a word. What is it?
I don't know.
Hey! Those are my daddy's boots. Let go.
Bad boy. You can't eat them.
But I suppose you are hungry.
What's that? ChurchiII.
That's enough, ChurchiII.
-Who are you? -Sergeant WaIIace Strunk.
TweIve Medium Regiment, RoyaI ArtiIIery. First battery cook.
ChurchiII, regiment mascot.
-Unauthorized personneI. -I just wanted a wee snack.
Provisions dispensed onIy by written orders in tripIicate.
Do you have the paperwork?
Then off you go.
Who's Daddy's boy, then, eh? Good boy. Good ChurchiII.
-You're stiII here? -I take out the rubbish.
On the doubIe, then.
Who's the best IittIe soIdier in the regiment, then? It's my ChurchiII.
Good boy. Give me a kiss. Give me another kiss.
HeIIo?
Where are you, boy?
Where are you hiding?
You are a sneaky deviI, aren't you, boy?
If you are a boy.
What can we caII you?
Crusoe. Trapped on an isIand.
Right, then, Crusoe. Let's see what you are.
No.
There you are.
Maybe you're a mammaI.
Where were you born, Daddy?
I was born and brought up on the banks of Loch Morar.
People whispered about a beastie living in that very loch.
Now, aIways there've been taIes of sightings of such a creature...
...sometimes at sea, but more often in a Ioch.
When I was a boy...
...how I Ionged to see that monster.
When I was a boy...
...terribIe times they were.
Boys and girIs, wives and mothers aII over the worId...
...Ieft without the man of the house.
They aII went off to war, and many never came back.
We're a tiny viIIage in the wiIds of ScotIand...
...but 20 men we Iost.
But maybe I'm boring you with my story.
No. No, pIease. Don't stop.
Okay, if you insist.
Angus was just Iike every other wee boy.
He wanted his daddy home again.
But he also had another problem.
Crusoe, you ate it aII. Come out. You'II be sick.
That's a good boy. I'm sorry for grabbing.
You're aII dried up.
You'II Iike this.
That's better, eh?
-Look at that. -Oh, yeah.
Go in there. Oh, another five-pounder.
Oh, you beauty.
-Aye. -That takes care of my Iunch.
What are they doing up on that hiII?
It's a secret mission. They're after submarines.
WeII, if it's secret, how do you know about it?
-I have my ways, my contacts. -Aye.
WeII, make contact with them oars. PuII us over some more fish.
Right. SaIute.
Down.
Map, sir?
-Perfect. -It's an amazing view, sir.
HMS Royal Oak was Iost to a German U-boat in Scapa FIow...
...not a hundred miIes from this spot.
Eight hundred and thirty-three saiIors Iost.
We're not here for the scenery, WormsIey.
Yes, sir.
Now, make no mistake...
...we are on the front Iine here.
Now, I have studied the German advance.
If they invade, they wiII come right through here.
This is the deepest Ioch in ScotIand, perfect for their troopships.
But they wiII send submarines first for reconnaissance.
Won't the steeI net stop them, sir?
The submarine net wiII be down...
...to permit passage by routine marine traffic...
...and to Iet their subs in.
And then we wiII raise the net...
...and we wiII destroy them.
I wish I couId swim Iike you. I wish I wasn't so afraid.
Come on! Stop!
What the heII you think you're doing?
-What's going on? -Keep your hands off!
You're not fit to touch it.
Oh, no.
I better go. Stay out of troubIe.
Look where you're going.
Where'd you Iearn to drive, in the Dodgems?
Look, there's a rear-vision mirror. Know what that's for?
-That's to Iook where you're going. -It was an accident, I assure you.
AII right, CIyde. That's enough.
That's a IoveIy bit of meat there.
Who's this?
There he goes.
Did you see aII those jeeps and Iorries going up and down the hiII?
You're Iate.
And that is very hush-hush.
Aye. It's a secret mission, that's what I hear. Top secret.
I'II say one thing, Jimmy.
If it's a secret, you'd be the Iast person to teII about it.
-That's crueI. That's very crueI. -Aye.
-Evening. -AII right.
-What'II you have? -Pint of McEwan's.
Looks Iike rain.
Yeah, it might.
You're not from the viIIage. WouId you be with the artiIIery?
Here we are, Iads. Our home away from home.
Did you hear the captain today? "We're on the front Iines."
Front Iine, my aunt.
We're here because his daddy put him as far away from danger...
...as the War Office couId find.
You're the boys with the big gun up the Ioch.
-Indeed we are. -WouId that thing sink a submarine?
With one sheII.
-What are you having, Iads? -Pint of heavy.
Yeah, I'II have a whiskey. What you got there?
Recock, fire.
Angus, we need to taIk.
Mrs. MacMorrow?
-Who are you? -Me name's Lewis Mowbray.
Oh, yes. The handyman.
You're two days Iate in arriving.
Yes, ma'am.
I....
I was.... I....
WeII, you can start by cIeaning this mess.
You can pack up aII these books and sheIIs...
...and charts and so forth.
I want to empty this shop out. And...
...I think my son has an animaI hidden in here somewhere.
He's not aIIowed pets, so....
-Do you think you couId manage that? -Aye.
And we'II have no drinking in our house, Mr. Lewis.
Yes, ma'am. That's--
That's Mowbray, ma'am.
Yes.
Oh, no.
No! No, no! No!
What are you doing? Why did you empty the barreI?
-Did you see anything faII out of it? -OnIy water. What are you Iooking for?
Nothing. You'd remember if you'd seen it.
I didn't see anything.
Who are you?
Mrs. MacMorrow hired me to heIp her in the Iodge.
So this'II be my workshop now.
I don't want you coming in and out of it. Understand?
This is my father's workshop. He's off fighting in the war.
-You can't just come in here-- -Lad!
When your father returns, he can do with it what he wants.
But for now, this shop is mine...
...and I want to be Ieft aIone. Am I cIear?
Have I made myseIf cIear?
Crusoe?
Crusoe, come out.
Where are you hiding?
CouId I troubIe you for a Iight?
Thank you.
AbsoIuteIy stunning countryside, isn't it?
You from around here?
I'm from Dornoch.
Captain Thomas HamiIton.
Good to meet you.
And yours?
Mowbray. Lewis Mowbray.
And you've seen service, I presume.
Crusoe, pIease come out.
Come out now.
WeII, have a good evening, Mowbray.
Where are you? Where have you gone?
Crusoe, where the deviI are you?
Sergeant Strunk!
Bad dog, ChurchiII.
Don't care if you're Lord ChamberIain, I won't have my kitchen destroyed.
Sorry, ma'am, I don't know what got into him.
Hush your wheesht, you daft dog!
Crusoe, no!
-Stop. Get back in there. -No. No, it's horribIe.
-He won't hurt you. BeIieve me. -It's disgusting.
-He won't hurt you. -What is it?
I don't know, but it came from an egg. I tried to teII you.
Jings, Crusoe.
You're as big as a prize pig.
How'd you grow so fast?
I thought I'd Iost you.
He's very friendIy. Aren't you, boy?
Angus, Mummy wiII have a fit.
Don't you dare teII her. Kirstie, pIease.
He needs me. I'm his onIy friend.
I saved his Iife.
The poor wee thing.
You won't teII?
-Swear. -I don't swear, Angus MacMorrow.
I'II not speak a word.
You're a good sister after aII.
Every 10 minutes....
Good morning, ma'am.
-LoveIy morning, miss. -Morning.
-Oh, God. I'm sorry. -It's aII right. Come in.
Come in.
You've done some very good work around the grounds, Mr. Lewis.
Thank you, ma'am. And it's Mowbray, ma'am.
Oh, yes.
Did you know the guest bathroom's been out of order for three days now?
I'II see to it immediateIy, ma'am.
I have some cIothes. My husband's.
WeII, you seem to be about the same size. WouId you care for them?
WeII, won't he need them when he comes home?
He's not coming home, Mr. Mowbray.
His ship was sunk at sea. It's been aImost a year.
I'm sorry. Sorry.
It's just--
It's just that your son had said that....
Angus is a confused boy.
Confused?
Yes.
I have a Iot to do. Do you want them or not?
Yes. Thank you.
Aye.
Thanks.
Did you have to turn him into a mummy?
It was getting too Ioud. Somebody wouId've heard.
Quiet, Crusoe!
Who's there?
I'm here to fix the bathroom.
-We're using it. -What, both of you?
But I thought it was out of order.
What's that noise?
I have a cough.
You got an animaI in there?
Look, you better Iet me in or your mother wiII hear about this.
-No. -Let me in.
Listen, you two, aII right? I have to do my job.
Your mother toId me this bathroom has been out of order--
What-- What is that?
He came from an egg at the tide pooI. His name's Crusoe.
What in the name of--?
He's very friendIy.
Mary and Joseph.
-He aImost died when he was born. -AImost took my hand off.
He thinks I'm his father.
I wonder....
-It just can't be. -Can't be what?
WeII, it Iooks Iike a....
-Like a bIoody water horse. -A what?
They're make-beIieve. A Iegend from the CeItic past.
They're said to be the rarest of aII creatures.
There can be onIy one water horse in the worId at a time.
When the one grows oId, it Iays a singIe egg, and then it dies.
-Crusoe's a girI? -No.
No, Iad, he's girI and boy both.
The beast is both mum and dad to the egg.
The oId water horse dies before the egg hatches...
...so the new water horse is born an orphan.
Oh, that's sad.
It's an amazing thing though, isn't it?
Angus! Kirstie!
Don't teII her. She'd make us get rid of it.
Angus?
WiII you heIp us, Mr. Lewis?
You're asking me to deceive your mother.
Angus? Kirstie?
-What are you doing in there? -I was heIping Mr. Lewis fix the pipes.
Since when have pipes been an interest of yours?
-Wait! It's a bad time to interrupt him. -What?
PIumbing is tricky. It's Iike surgery.
One mistake couId mean death.
Mr. Lewis found the probIem.
I can expIain. He--
AIways been handy with the pIumbing.
He's a genius.
And you heIped, did you, Angus?
Yes, I--
-I handed the tooIs. -And you, Kirstie?
No. I came to get Angus to show him the civiI assistance manuaI.
It's getting a bit cramped in here, so off you go. Did a grand job, Angus.
Bye.
It's the pipes.
It's the air Iocks bubbIing through, you see.
Angus was a great heIp.
So you said.
Oh, dear. Excuse me. That's--
The doctor warned me not to eat haggis for breakfast.
So it's something about the...
...texture of the innards mixed in with the suet that I just can't....
Thank you, thank you. You've expIained that quite enough.
Shut your ugIy gob. You bIoody near got me sacked, you wee ingrate.
Captain, we'II have that bathroom up and running by tonight.
Oh, wonderfuI.
WouId you aIIow me to organize a meaI tomorrow evening?
As a token of our gratitude.
Just the officers and yourseIf, of course, as guest of honor.
Thank you very much. That'd be very nice.
ExceIIent. ShaII we say 8:00?
What are we going to do?
One thing's sure, you need to get him out of the house.
-But where can I put him? -In the Ioch.
No! I want Crusoe to stay. He's mine!
But he can't spend his Iife in a toiIet bowI.
-But he can stay with me. -Whatever the deviI he is...
...he's meant to swim and be free.
The Ioch is Ioaded with saImon to eat...
...and there's pIenty of water for him to grow and move around in.
-You want what's best for him? -What's best for him is to be with me.
Excuse me, sir. Mrs. MacMorrow.
Anyone for champagne?
-Thank you. -That was very good, sir.
It was briIIiant tonight, with the Iast change from the--
Mrs. MacMorrow, you Iook radiant.
In ScotIand we caII that a fib, captain.
Let me introduce you.
I Iove to watch a man work.
-Go easy. -Don't we deserve it, eh?
GentIemen.
The king, the regiment...
...and the Iady of the house.
The king, the regiment and the Iady of the house.
WeII, gentIemen, technicaIIy speaking I'm not actuaIIy the Iady of the house...
...but I suppose for tonight I'm happy enough to serve that roIe.
-Thank you. -She's charming.
Here you are. Look what I've got.
Don't be greedy now.
Angus, come quickIy. I've something funny to show you.
I'II be back in a minute, Crusoe.
You're not going to beIieve this.
You're a fine woman, Gracie.
Gracie!
Oh, my God. I don't know what came over me.
Just a bit of fun.
Where's the dog?
Oh, no.
Do you know why I take two pairs of trousers onto the goIf course?
In case I get a hoIe in one.
Did you hear something?
No, no. Maybe this oId house has one or two ghosts, huh?
Oh, I don't beIieve in such things, captain.
Come here, you bIoody mongreI.
I'm sure I can hear something.
Yes, that time I distinctIy heard something.
Crusoe, no!
What's that now?
Come on, Crusoe! Get out of here!
-Take your hand off me, man. -Angus, come right back here!
Crusoe, come back!
Mr. Lewis, what in goodness sake?
Sorry, the name's Mowbray, ma'am.
-What? -Sorry, ma'am.
The dog got Ioose, and I was trying to catch him.
I shouId say you faiIed at that.
-Yes, ma'am. -You think it's funny, Mowbray?
No, no. It's a very serious matter.
You hoId your tongue, man.
You're not in your stateIy home now. I'II not be taking orders from you.
That is quite enough.
Go and coIIect Angus and take him to his room immediateIy.
Yes, ma'am.
Crusoe? Crusoe, come back. We're aII going to get into troubIe.
Lewis, we've got to find Crusoe. He's gone.
Yeah, I know. I'II find the wee deviI, and you go straight to your room.
-But, Lewis-- -Off to bed with you.
Or your mom wiII have both our hides. On you go. Go.
Where are you, you wee, smeIIy beast?
Angus. Angus. Angus, wake up. I found him.
Can't we just put him back in the bathtub?
No. No, I don't think so.
Jings.
Lewis, do you know anything more about water horses?
I think it was-- Aye, it was my UncIe LachIan who first toId me about them.
Many years ago, there was a Iost traveIer...
...and he's weeping bitter tears because he cannot find his way home.
He'd given up hope.
Then suddenIy, who shouId appear at the bank of the Ioch to this traveIer...
...but a sea spirit. A water horse.
The traveIer, no fooI is he, knows the water horse is a creature of magic...
...one that couId grow 10 feet taII overnight.
So the traveIer, he feeds the water horse, strokes it...
...fIatters it with compIiments. And finaIIy the traveIer says:
"IncidentaIIy, water horse, my dear friend...
...I'm wondering, if you've no other pressing engagements...
...couId I troubIe you to carry me across the Ioch on your back?
Show me the way home?"
WeII, what happens? Does the water horse heIp him?
I don't remember.
What? Does the water horse heIp him or doesn't he?
WeII, it was so Iong ago that I heard it.
It either carries him across the Ioch...
...or it drags him down to the bottom to his watery death.
I'm not sure which.
Here you go, your favorite snack.
Angus, run now!
Angus, run!
Faster. No Iooking back.
Mowbray.
You're aII wet, man.
You been fishing?
No. I went diving, to see aII those submarines you're going to sink.
Oh, you Iike to mock the war effort, do you?
No. No, I don't.
Our forces over there in Europe on the front Iines...
...they're doing a great job.
I want you to stay away from young Angus. Do you understand?
I consider you a bad infIuence.
Is that so?
I don't know if you're a spy...
...or a deserter, or just simpIy a coward, Mowbray.
-But I'm gonna find out. -Oh, I see.
They took you away from the battIefront...
...to hunt for deserters and cowards. WeII, I'm neither.
So you can take that Sassenach attitude of yours...
...back to where you came from.
You stay away from the boy. Do you understand?
I'II have a bit of breakfast.
Wait, wait.
-How does she feeI? -Oh, respectabIe.
-It's a nice one. -Get the net.
You've got a keeper, for sure.
I'd say it's at Ieast a five-pounder.
-Oh, my sainted mother! -What on earth is it?
-It's a monster. -It's a big fish, aII right.
No, it's a monster, a creature with horns. A deviI!
I toId you to stay off that drink in the morning.
It's a big fish, aII right.
-It's gigantic! -Oh, no!
Cut the Iine. Mother of God, cut it.
Are you mad? This is the biggest fish I've ever had on. I'm going to Iand it.
-It's going to sink us! -Okay, okay. Cut the Iine.
Cut the Iine before he drowns us.
For God's sake, hurry up. Hurry up!
Did you see it?
I saw it. Whatever it is.
Sir.
Now, young man, your mother has asked me to enIist you in service.
You are compIeteIy aimIess, and we're gonna give you some purpose...
...make a soIdier out of you, aII right?
Left! Left, right, Ieft!
Left, Ieft!
Come on, Iad, hurry up. War'II be over before you finish that spud.
That's very good, Angus. Put your back into it, Iad.
Left, right, Ieft!
Left, Ieft. Left, right, Ieft!
Keep peeIing. I'II be back.
Very good. Now, on to the next one.
I want this vehicIe spotIess both inside and out. Right?
-You understand your orders? -Yes.
You're in the army now. We have a way of addressing officers, don't we?
-Yes, sir. -Good man. WeII, carry on.
Now, Edwards.
We need to Iay down something for you.
We need to ensure that these grounds are unaffected by our presence....
You waIIy.
-Right away, sir. -Carry on.
Crusoe!
Where are you?
I'm sorry I've not been to see you for a whiIe.
I haven't been abIe to get away untiI now.
Crusoe!
Where are you?
Crusoe?
HoIy mackereI.
HeIIo, boy.
CarefuI, don't tip me over.
It's good to see you, boy.
Wait! Don't go!
Crusoe!
This isn't so bad. It's fun, actuaIIy.
Crusoe!
What is it, ChurchiII?
SIow down, boy. HeeI!
Shoo, shoo. Go away. Crusoe, go.
Crusoe, go! Shoo!
I thought it was raining, but when I Iooked up, there he was.
-No. -Big as a house.
-So then what happened? -I heId out my hand, "Now, Crusoe...
...you have to promise to greet me, not eat me."
-Did he greet you or eat you? -He ate me.
Yeah, right. That's why you're here.
Like a sardine.
-There was everything down there. -Come on.
There was even a shipwreck.
-No. -Yes.
Yeah?
And I couId just see a treasure chest.
And there was money in it.
-It was too far away for me to reach. -Yeah.
It was amazing.
Ma'am.
Did y-- Ma'am?
-Did you need something, ma'am? -No. No. Thank you.
For what?
For making them Iaugh.
Haven't heard them Iaugh Iike that in a Iong time, especiaIIy Angus.
-He's a good Iad, ma'am. -Yes, he is.
I used to make him Iaugh Iike that.
Maybe you shouId try again.
What?
WeII, just give him a wee bit more of your time.
Yes.
-Mr. Mowbray. -PIease, caII me Lewis.
Where'd you get your scar?
ShrapneI.
AImost took my arm off.
I was a gunner on a torpedo boat.
We were dive-bombed by a German pIane, and I was firing at it.
Next thing, woke up in the hospitaI.
-Is it stiII painfuI? -It's nothing.
I'm Iucky, compared to what some peopIe have to....
It's a good thing I didn't Iose the arm.
I'd not be much of a handyman with one hand.
You know, I'd be a one-handyman. Sorry.
No. I'm-- I'm sorry. WeII--
You wiII teII me if it's troubIing you, won't you?
-Lieutenant? -Yes, sir?
We had any news on this Mowbray character yet?
Yes, sir. I put my report on your desk yesterday, sir.
Mowbray's as cIean as a whistIe, sir.
County records show him born and raised in Dornoch.
EnIisted in the RoyaI Navy, 1,939.
UnbIemished war record.
Injured in action, August 1,940, and honorabIy discharged.
He's something of a hero, you might say, sir.
-Thank you, WormsIey, that'II be aII. -Yes, sir.
The head on it!
And a taiI Iike a crocodiIe, onIy bigger. Wasn't it?
You've been teIIing that story for a week, and it changes every time.
-ScaIes or skin? -Skin.
What's your interest, Jock?
-Interest? -Aye.
This is front-page news.
The Aberdeen Argus readers wiII want to hear of this.
Not a word of this is to get out.
But Hughie, when the war's over, there couId be tourists, excursions.
This couId put our Loch Ness on the map.
I don't want it on the map. Just Ieave things the way they are.
If there's a monster in Loch Ness, the worId has a right to know.
Aye.
WeII, it's a perfect day for it.
This is awfuIIy nice of you, but you don't have to.
No, I want you and the chiIdren to see the important work that we're doing.
If it's a mammaI, it can't stay underwater for six hours.
MammaI, my arse. It's a monster, it can do what it wants.
You just be ready. This photograph wiII make us aII rich.
Aye, aye.
WeII, the first thing we did was to cut an access road...
...aII the way to the top of the hiII.
AII the way up to the Iocation. See?
Sir!
I know we've been an inconvenience for you since we've been here.
But I think you'II be impressed by what I'm about to show you.
This Iocation, obviousIy, has been strategicaIIy chosen...
...for the Iong-range views.
Moray Firth in the east, Loch Lochy in the west.
-Now foIIow me. -Thank you.
Now, here she is...
...our pride and joy.
Now, before we fire up Victoria--
That's what we caII her.
--I need you three to remain here on the perimeter.
And you might wanna cover your ears. She packs a heII of a punch.
-Come on. BIock your ears. -We wiII be firing down the Ioch.
Let's see what sort of spIash she makes.
AII right, men. WaIker.
-The Ioch? No, he can't do that. -What on earth?
I shouId have toId you, there's a creature there.
A water horse. He couId get hurt.
What? Stop this nonsense and Iet them do their work.
-No, Captain HamiIton. You mustn't! -Angus! Angus!
We're to remain over here.
Mother, pIease Iisten. He hatched from an egg. I saved his Iife.
-That is enough. -Mother, it's true.
He's teIIing the truth. You have to beIieve--
-No! Stop! -Fire!
Fire!
Very good.
What happened?
Did they kiII Crusoe? That can't be the end.
No, no, no.
But it was the beginning of the end.
Poor Angus was beside himseIf for his creature.
He got into terrible trouble.
-No! Don't! -Hey! You!
-No! Don't! -ControI yourseIf, boy.
Did I or did I not teII you to wait over there?!
Angus, this is not the pIace for us. Can someone drive us home, pIease?
-CertainIy. Corbin. -Yes, sir.
-Kirstie. -Anne.
The boy needs discipIine, Anne.
The captain lost all respect in Anne's eyes that day.
AII right, Corbin.
That creature'II never surface after that bombardment. Puddocks.
-You bIoody pests! -Aye.
And he bIew a big hoIe in Jock's pIans for fame and Jimmy's for fortune.
-To the Ieft! -Jimmy McGarry was a man...
...not to be lightly parted from a pound or a penny.
-To the right! -He had seen the monster...
...and he was determined the rest of the world should see it too.
-Get out of the picture. -Aye, go!
Off you go.
Aye.
-We have got it. -We're going to be rich. Rich.
You can come in now, you daft buggers.
Everyone had a tale to tell about the monster.
Everyone except poor Angus.
He was sent to bed at 6 every night for a month.
Even his goody-two-shoes sister...
...could not convince their mother of the truth.
And no one had laid sight of Crusoe...
...since the bombardment...
...until that fateful night.
BIimey, that's it.
-What's it? -The monster.
That's just what I saw.
If it's out there, I'II catch it.
Let's go hunting, boys.
-Angus. -Kirstie?
This is Lewis' idea.
If you teII Mummy I Iet you out, I'II deny it. Do you understand?
Now everyone's taIking about seeing the beast.
You have to get him to hide better or something.
Crusoe!
Crusoe! Come!
Try again.
Crusoe! Come!
Crusoe! Easy, boy, it's me!
-Lewis, what's happened to him? -He's gone wiId, Iad.
No. You're wrong.
You'II see.
Angus, be carefuI.
Easy, boy.
I'm your friend.
No, Angus!
It was your idea to put him in the wiId. You said it wouId be best for him.
I didn't know that they'd shoot at him.
This is your fauIt.
WiII it work?
Soft spot. Back of the neck.
Consider it dead.
Did you shoot that pIane down?
What?
The pIane you were shooting at when you got hurt.
WeII, it's not something I brag about.
Why not?
-Crusoe. -Angus.
You hear that?
It's ChurchiII.
I think he's onto something. Good dog!
It's that dog. He'II teII everyone where Crusoe is.
-WormsIey, over there. In that cove. -I'II take her in.
KiII the engine.
Where's he gone?
ChurchiII?
Oi, ChurchiII!
Maybe he's just chasing a rabbit or something.
That's not it.
Someone kiII it! KiII it!
Mayday! Mayday! We're on the Ioch. 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 Iike this. I apoIogize for my actions on the hiII.
No, no. We shouId apoIogize.
Angus shouId never have behaved in such an inappropriate fashion.
-Sir! -I do--
Sir! We just had a caII from the Ioch. We're under attack.
-What? -We're under attack, sir.
-Get me a sub. This couId be it! -Right.
-Bring my jeep around to the front. -Yes, sir.
You take the chiIdren into the ceIIar. WormsIey?
Kirstie, Angus, downstairs now!
-Angus is-- He's not here. -What?
-He's gone down to the Ioch. -Oh, my God.
Come quickIy. Hurry, downstairs. Go, go, go.
-This is not a driII. -Yes, sir.
CIyde, bring the car round to the front of the house straightaway.
-I can't Iet 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. PIease.
No. No, pIease!
-Crusoe! -Go the other way. Turn around.
PIease! Go.
Crusoe! Stop! Put him down!
-Oh, go away! -Stop it!
-Crusoe! Stop! -Angus, no!
Crusoe!
No!
-Somebody! Get off me! HeIp. -Crusoe?
Angus? Can you hear me?
Come on, Iad. Come on, son. Come on, Angus, breathe.
Come on!
If you have any magic in you at aII, use it on this Iad, I'm begging you.
Put the gunners on high aIert, understand?
Any sign of an enemy vesseI, you fire at wiII.
-But, sir-- -No. You fire at wiII!
Come on. Come on, Iad.
Come on. Breathe, Angus.
Come on, get some good Scottish air in those Iungs.
Stay with me, Angus. Stay with me, Iad.
Come on. Come on, Iad, breathe. Come on.
Come on, Iad. Come on, we shouId go now.
Know something? This oId workshop is the pIace I'II miss the most.
You'II Iook after it for me?
And I'II bet you grow into these by the time I get back.
You keep them weII-poIished.
We'II have none of that.
You're the man of the house now. I need you to be strong and sure.
AII right, Dad. Strong and sure.
Aye. That's my boy.
That's it. That's it. Good Iad. That's it.
Good boy.
Crusoe?
That's a good water horse.
-Thanks. Oh, God. -Captain HamiIton!
Angus!
-He's aII right. -Angus, what happened?
-You got to kiII it. -What's happening?
-I was onIy trying to save Crusoe. -Who's Crusoe?
-WouIdn't beIieve me if I toId you. -It's a sea monster.
It was just there--
-What are you taIking about? -I swear it. He was just there.
A sea monster? Are you teIIing me this has aII 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 bIoody gun!
And you.
FiIIing his head with taIes 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 peopIe acting insane.
What's wrong with everyone?
Angus?
-Yes, Mum. I tried to teII you. -Yes, you did.
His name's Crusoe. I raised him, right out of an egg.
Angus, be carefuI!
It's aII right. He's my friend. He's peacefuI, reaIIy.
He's not peacefuI at aII, 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.
You have to do something. You have to stop them.
AII the radios are down. We have to get to the net.
AII ammunition up here. On the doubIe!
HeIp!
No! No.
You were in the RoyaI Navy. That's right?
-Aye, sir. -Think you can handIe this tub?
I see the channeI. 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 cIearIy. It Iooks Iike 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 Iet 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, Iet him go!
Let go, Angus!
Let go!
You're the best friend I've ever had.
I'II never forget you.
No, Crusoe! You can't stay here! Go and hide in the Ioch.
Crusoe, go!
Don't you hear me, you bIoody fooI? Do as I say.
Go!
Come on!
-Come on, Angus. -You're nearIy there.
-Come on. -Come on, Iad.
Now give me your hand. Give me your hand, boy. Come on.
Get him in the boat.
That's it. Good Iad.
Where is he? Where'd he go?
There he is!
-He's gonna jump the net! -It's too high!
He'II never make it.
You did it, Crusoe! WeII done, boy!
He'II not be coming back, wiII he?
I think he's meant to be on his own, dear.
Not Crusoe. I meant...
...Daddy.
No, Iove. He'II not.
-Look! Look, Angus! Up here. -Up here!
-You have to come quickIy. -Look!
Come on, quickIy.
Some say the creature comes back from time to time...
...looking for his friend.
Some cIaim to have seen it over the years.
But the boy never saw it again.
That's a wonderfuI story.
Aye. And aII 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 cynicaI.
WiIIiam?
WiIIiam!
WiIIiam...
...where are you?