What is that?
It's that famous picture
of the monster.
But it's fake.
How do you know it's fake?
It looks real.
Oh, it's fake all right.
Of course it's fake,
everyone knows that.
Wait now, son. There's more
to that photo than meets the eye.
-Oh, really?
-If you'd like to know the real truth....
Yeah. I wanna know.
-Come on. It'll be fun.
-Come on.
Well, you have to go back
to World War ll.
The Germans had captured
the rest of Europe...
...and were only a hundred miles 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 full of luck and magic.
-No!
-Aye, Angus.
-You best believe it.
-Can I keep it, Daddy?
Aye. But don't tell your Mummy.
She believes things
should stay where they are.
Angus.
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. Please.
-Thank you.
-Cheerio.
See you, Archie.
I'd say it's going to rain,
Mrs. MacMorrow.
Think you might be right,
Mr. McCowan.
Would you remind me to tell Clyde
to move the cattle to the lower field?
I'll just put my pail in the workshop.
Well, be quick.
You have to help with the tea.
-Clyde.
-Aye.
Can we move the cattle
down to the lower field?
Oh, aye.
I have got nothing better to do.
Mummy. Look what I've got.
-Where'd you get that?
-Every volunteer got four oranges.
I haven't had an orange
in Lord knows how long.
How was the shore?
Did Angus have fun?
Angus, fun?
Angus! Come on in now.
You told me you'd help 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 all right. There, there.
Here you go. Come on.
That's it.
Come on. Come on.
That's it.
All right, then.
That's a good boy.
It's all right.
Oh, no.
There you are.
It's all right. I'll take care of you.
Angus.
Angus? Angus, it's bedtime.
How many times
do I have to call you?
Crikey.
Get a move on!
What is it?
Maybe Daddy's with them.
Pull up, lads.
-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 Hamilton,
Are we all set?
The housekeeper, Mrs. MacMorrow,
is making all the arrangements.
-She is?
-Yes. Is she around?
I'm Anne MacMorrow.
Oh, I beg your pardon.
Clearly, HQ have failed to notify you.
My troop is to be billeted here.
What with?
I've hardly any staff.
When Lord Killin went off to the RAF,
only a few of us stayed on here.
Well, we won't expect afternoon tea.
No, only the officers
will be billeted inside the house.
The rest of my men
will camp outside.
Well, I'm afraid I really would need
Lord Killin's permission.
Of course.
-Wormsley?
-Yes, sir.
From Lord Killin. We're friends,
actually. At Oxford the same year.
All right.
But I have to tell you, our cupboards
are not exactly full these days.
Not to worry. The War Office
keeps us well-supplied.
And what's more, we have a number
of keen hunters in our regiment.
They are trained killers, after all.
You see, Scotland is the front line
in the war these days.
-Sir.
-Good man.
Nazi submarines are everywhere.
Here we are.
Splendid. Yes.
Well, how lovely.
Now all this, you see,
is for your own protection.
-Goldman?
-Well, we're very grateful.
Is this the German advance?
Following 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 along.
We don't want to distract our guests
from their duties.
Can you keep a secret?
Isn't this exciting?
Soldiers right here in our home.
-Promise me you can keep a secret.
-What are you babbling about?
-You have to swear not to tell Mummy.
-I'll 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? Churchill.
That's enough, Churchill.
-Who are you?
-Sergeant Wallace Strunk.
Twelve Medium Regiment, Royal
Artillery. First battery cook.
Churchill, regiment mascot.
-Unauthorized personnel.
-I just wanted a wee snack.
Provisions dispensed
only by written orders in triplicate.
Do you have the paperwork?
Then off you go.
Who's Daddy's boy, then, eh?
Good boy. Good Churchill.
-You're still here?
-I take out the rubbish.
On the double, then.
Who's the best little soldier in the
regiment, then? It's my Churchill.
Good boy. Give me a kiss.
Give me another kiss.
Hello?
Where are you, boy?
Where are you hiding?
You are a sneaky devil,
aren't you, boy?
If you are a boy.
What can we call you?
Crusoe. Trapped on an island.
Right, then, Crusoe.
Let's see what you are.
No.
No.
There you are.
Maybe you're a mammal.
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, always there've been tales
of sightings of such a creature...
...sometimes at sea,
but more often in a loch.
When I was a boy...
...how I longed to see that monster.
When I was a boy...
...terrible times they were.
Boys and girls, wives and mothers
all over the world...
...left without the man of the house.
They all went off to war,
and many never came back.
We're a tiny village
in the wilds of Scotland...
...but 20 men we lost.
But maybe I'm boring you
with my story.
No. No, please. Don't stop.
Okay, if you insist.
Angus was just like
every other wee boy.
He wanted his daddy home again.
But he also had another problem.
Crusoe, you ate it all.
Come out. You'll be sick.
That's a good boy.
I'm sorry for grabbing.
You're all dried up.
You'll like 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 lunch.
What are they doing
up on that hill?
It's a secret mission.
They're after submarines.
Well, if it's secret,
how do you know about it?
-I have my ways, my contacts.
-Aye.
Well, make contact with them oars.
Pull us over some more fish.
Right. Salute.
Down.
Map, sir?
-Perfect.
-It's an amazing view, sir.
HMS Royal Oak was lost
to a German U-boat in Scapa Flow...
...not a hundred miles from this spot.
Eight hundred and thirty-three
sailors lost.
We're not here for the scenery,
Wormsley.
Yes, sir.
Now, make no mistake...
...we are on the front line here.
Now, I have studied
the German advance.
If they invade,
they will come right through here.
This is the deepest loch in Scotland,
perfect for their troopships.
But they will send submarines first
for reconnaissance.
Won't the steel net stop them, sir?
The submarine net will be down...
...to permit passage
by routine marine traffic...
...and to let their subs in.
And then we will raise the net...
...and we will destroy them.
I wish I could swim like you.
I wish I wasn't so afraid.
Come on! Stop!
What the hell
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 trouble.
Look where you're going.
Where'd you learn to drive,
in the Dodgems?
Look, there's a rear-vision mirror.
Know what that's for?
-That's to look where you're going.
-It was an accident, I assure you.
All right, Clyde. That's enough.
That's a lovely bit of meat there.
Who's this?
There he goes.
Did you see all those jeeps and
lorries going up and down the hill?
You're late.
And that is very hush-hush.
Aye. It's a secret mission,
that's what I hear. Top secret.
I'll say one thing, Jimmy.
If it's a secret, you'd be
the last person to tell about it.
-That's cruel. That's very cruel.
-Aye.
-Evening.
-All right.
-What'll you have?
-Pint of McEwan's.
Looks like rain.
Yeah, it might.
You're not from the village.
Would you be with the artillery?
Here we are, lads.
Our home away from home.
Did you hear the captain today?
"We're on the front lines."
Front line, my aunt.
We're here because his daddy
put him as far away from danger...
...as the War Office could find.
You're the boys
with the big gun up the loch.
-Indeed we are.
-Would that thing sink a submarine?
With one shell.
-What are you having, lads?
-Pint of heavy.
Yeah, I'll have a whiskey.
What you got there?
Recock, fire.
Recock, fire.
Recock, fire.
Angus, we need to talk.
Mrs. MacMorrow?
-Who are you?
-Me name's Lewis Mowbray.
Oh, yes. The handyman.
You're two days late in arriving.
Yes, ma'am.
I....
I was.... I....
Well, you can start
by cleaning this mess.
You can pack up
all these books and shells...
...and charts and so forth.
I want to empty this shop out.
And...
...I think my son has an animal
hidden in here somewhere.
He's not allowed pets, so....
-Do you think you could manage that?
-Aye.
And we'll 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 barrel?
-Did you see anything fall out of it?
-Only water. What are you looking for?
Nothing.
You'd remember if you'd seen it.
I didn't see anything.
Who are you?
Mrs. MacMorrow hired me
to help her in the lodge.
So this'll 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 left alone.
Am I clear?
Have I made myself clear?
Crusoe?
Crusoe, come out.
Where are you hiding?
Could I trouble you for a light?
Thank you.
Absolutely stunning countryside,
isn't it?
You from around here?
I'm from Dornoch.
Captain Thomas Hamilton.
Good to meet you.
And yours?
Mowbray. Lewis Mowbray.
And you've seen service, I presume.
Crusoe, please come out.
Come out now.
Well, have a good evening,
Mowbray.
Where are you?
Where have you gone?
Crusoe, where the devil are you?
Sergeant Strunk!
Bad dog, Churchill.
Don't care if you're Lord Chamberlain,
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 horrible.
-He won't hurt you. Believe 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 tell you.
Jings, Crusoe.
You're as big as a prize pig.
How'd you grow so fast?
I thought I'd lost you.
He's very friendly. Aren't you, boy?
Angus, Mummy will have a fit.
Don't you dare tell her.
Kirstie, please.
He needs me. I'm his only friend.
I saved his life.
The poor wee thing.
You won't tell?
-Swear.
-I don't swear, Angus MacMorrow.
I'll not speak a word.
You're a good sister after all.
Every 10 minutes....
Every 10 minutes....
Good morning, ma'am.
-Lovely morning, miss.
-Morning.
-Oh, God. I'm sorry.
-It's all 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'll see to it immediately, ma'am.
I have some clothes. My husband's.
Well, you seem to be about the
same size. Would you care for them?
Well, 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 almost 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 lot 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 loud.
Somebody would'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 animal in there?
Look, you better let me in
or your mother will hear about this.
-No.
-Let me in.
Listen, you two, all right?
I have to do my job.
Your mother told me this bathroom
has been out of order--
What-- What is that?
He came from an egg at the tide pool.
His name's Crusoe.
What in the name of--?
He's very friendly.
Mary and Joseph.
-He almost died when he was born.
-Almost took my hand off.
He thinks I'm his father.
I wonder....
-It just can't be.
-Can't be what?
Well, it looks like a....
-Like a bloody water horse.
-A what?
They're make-believe.
A legend from the Celtic past.
They're said to be
the rarest of all creatures.
There can be only one water horse
in the world at a time.
When the one grows old,
it lays a single egg, and then it dies.
-Crusoe's a girl?
-No.
No, lad, he's girl and boy both.
The beast is both mum and dad
to the egg.
The old 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 tell her.
She'd make us get rid of it.
Angus?
Will you help us, Mr. Lewis?
You're asking me
to deceive your mother.
Angus? Kirstie?
-What are you doing in there?
-I was helping Mr. Lewis fix the pipes.
Since when have pipes
been an interest of yours?
-Wait! It's a bad time to interrupt him.
-What?
Plumbing is tricky. It's like surgery.
One mistake could mean death.
Mr. Lewis found the problem.
I can explain. He--
Always been handy
with the plumbing.
He's a genius.
And you helped, did you, Angus?
Yes, I--
-I handed the tools.
-And you, Kirstie?
No. I came to get Angus to show him
the civil assistance manual.
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 locks bubbling through,
you see.
Angus was a great help.
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
explained that quite enough.
Shut your ugly gob. You bloody near
got me sacked, you wee ingrate.
Captain, we'll have that bathroom
up and running by tonight.
Oh, wonderful.
Would you allow me to organize
a meal tomorrow evening?
As a token of our gratitude.
Just the officers and yourself,
of course, as guest of honor.
Thank you very much.
That'd be very nice.
Excellent. Shall 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 loch.
No! I want Crusoe to stay.
He's mine!
But he can't spend his life
in a toilet bowl.
-But he can stay with me.
-Whatever the devil he is...
...he's meant to swim and be free.
The loch is loaded
with salmon to eat...
...and there's plenty 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 brilliant tonight,
with the last change from the--
Mrs. MacMorrow, you look radiant.
In Scotland
we call that a fib, captain.
Let me introduce you.
I love to watch a man work.
-Go easy.
-Don't we deserve it, eh?
Gentlemen.
The king, the regiment...
...and the lady of the house.
The king, the regiment
and the lady of the house.
Well, gentlemen, technically speaking
I'm not actually the lady of the house...
...but I suppose for tonight
I'm happy enough to serve that role.
-Thank you.
-She's charming.
Here you are. Look what I've got.
Don't be greedy now.
Angus, come quickly.
I've something funny to show you.
I'll be back in a minute, Crusoe.
You're not going to believe 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 golf course?
In case I get a hole in one.
Did you hear something?
No, no. Maybe this old house
has one or two ghosts, huh?
Oh, I don't believe in such things,
captain.
Come here, you bloody mongrel.
I'm sure I can hear something.
Yes, that time
I distinctly 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 loose,
and I was trying to catch him.
I should say you failed at that.
-Yes, ma'am.
-You think it's funny, Mowbray?
No, no. It's a very serious matter.
You hold your tongue, man.
You're not in your stately home now.
I'll not be taking orders from you.
That is quite enough.
Go and collect Angus and
take him to his room immediately.
Yes, ma'am.
Crusoe? Crusoe, come back.
We're all going to get into trouble.
Lewis, we've got to find Crusoe.
He's gone.
Yeah, I know. I'll find the wee devil,
and you go straight to your room.
-But, Lewis--
-Off to bed with you.
Or your mom will have both our hides.
On you go. Go.
Where are you,
you wee, smelly 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 Uncle
Lachlan who first told me about them.
Many years ago,
there was a lost traveler...
...and he's weeping bitter tears
because he cannot find his way home.
He'd given up hope.
Then suddenly, who should appear at
the bank of the loch to this traveler...
...but a sea spirit. A water horse.
The traveler, no fool is he, knows the
water horse is a creature of magic...
...one that could grow
So the traveler, he feeds
the water horse, strokes it...
...flatters it with compliments.
And finally the traveler says:
"Incidentally, water horse,
my dear friend...
...I'm wondering, if you've
no other pressing engagements...
...could I trouble you to carry me
across the loch on your back?
Show me the way home?"
Well, what happens?
Does the water horse help him?
I don't remember.
What? Does the water horse
help him or doesn't he?
Well, it was so long ago
that I heard it.
It either carries him across the loch...
...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 looking back.
Mowbray.
You're all wet, man.
You been fishing?
No. I went diving, to see all those
submarines you're going to sink.
Oh, you like to mock the war effort,
do you?
No. No, I don't.
Our forces over there in Europe
on the front lines...
...they're doing a great job.
I want you to stay away from young
Angus. Do you understand?
I consider you a bad influence.
Is that so?
I don't know if you're a spy...
...or a deserter,
or just simply a coward, Mowbray.
-But I'm gonna find out.
-Oh, I see.
They took you away from
the battlefront...
...to hunt for deserters and cowards.
Well, 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'll have a bit of breakfast.
Wait, wait.
-How does she feel?
-Oh, respectable.
-It's a nice one.
-Get the net.
You've got a keeper, for sure.
I'd say it's at least a five-pounder.
-Oh, my sainted mother!
-What on earth is it?
-It's a monster.
-It's a big fish, all right.
No, it's a monster,
a creature with horns. A devil!
I told you to stay off that drink
in the morning.
It's a big fish, all right.
-It's gigantic!
-Oh, no!
Cut the line. Mother of God, cut it.
Are you mad? This is the biggest fish
I've ever had on. I'm going to land it.
-It's going to sink us!
-Okay, okay. Cut the line.
Cut the line 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 enlist you in service.
You are completely aimless, and
we're gonna give you some purpose...
...make a soldier out of you, all right?
Left! Left, right, left!
Left, left!
Come on, lad, hurry up. War'll be over
before you finish that spud.
That's very good, Angus.
Put your back into it, lad.
Left, right, left!
Left, left. Left, right, left!
Keep peeling. I'll be back.
Very good. Now, on to the next one.
I want this vehicle spotless
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. Well, carry on.
Now, Edwards.
We need to lay down
something for you.
We need to ensure that these grounds
are unaffected by our presence....
You wally.
-Right away, sir.
-Carry on.
Crusoe!
Where are you?
I'm sorry I've not been
to see you for a while.
I haven't been able to get away
until now.
Crusoe!
Crusoe!
Crusoe!
Crusoe!
Where are you?
Crusoe?
Holy mackerel.
Hello, boy.
Careful, don't tip me over.
It's good to see you, boy.
Wait! Don't go!
Crusoe!
Crusoe!
This isn't so bad. It's fun, actually.
Crusoe!
Crusoe!
Crusoe!
What is it, Churchill?
Slow down, boy. Heel!
Shoo, shoo. Go away. Crusoe, go.
Crusoe, go! Shoo!
I thought it was raining, but
when I looked up, there he was.
-No.
-Big as a house.
-So then what happened?
-I held 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 could 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 laugh.
Haven't heard them laugh like that
in a long time, especially Angus.
-He's a good lad, ma'am.
-Yes, he is.
I used to make him laugh like that.
Maybe you should try again.
What?
Well, just give him
a wee bit more of your time.
Yes.
-Mr. Mowbray.
-Please, call me Lewis.
Where'd you get your scar?
Shrapnel.
Almost took my arm off.
I was a gunner on a torpedo boat.
We were dive-bombed by
a German plane, and I was firing at it.
Next thing, woke up in the hospital.
-Is it still painful?
-It's nothing.
I'm lucky, compared to
what some people have to....
It's a good thing I didn't lose 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. Well--
You will tell me if it's troubling 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 clean as a whistle, sir.
County records show him
born and raised in Dornoch.
Enlisted in the Royal Navy, 1,939.
Unblemished war record.
Injured in action, August 1,940,
and honorably discharged.
He's something of a hero,
you might say, sir.
-Thank you, Wormsley, that'll be all.
-Yes, sir.
The head on it!
And a tail like a crocodile,
only bigger. Wasn't it?
You've been telling that story for
a week, and it changes every time.
-Scales or skin?
-Skin.
What's your interest, Jock?
-Interest?
-Aye.
This is front-page news.
The Aberdeen Argus readers
will want to hear of this.
Not a word of this is to get out.
But Hughie, when the war's over,
there could be tourists, excursions.
This could put our Loch Ness
on the map.
I don't want it on the map.
Just leave things the way they are.
If there's a monster in Loch Ness,
the world has a right to know.
Aye.
Well, it's a perfect day for it.
This is awfully nice of you,
but you don't have to.
No, I want you and the children to see
the important work that we're doing.
If it's a mammal, it can't stay
underwater for six hours.
Mammal, my arse. It's a monster,
it can do what it wants.
You just be ready.
This photograph will make us all rich.
Aye, aye.
Well, the first thing we did
was to cut an access road...
...all the way to the top of the hill.
All the way up to the location. See?
Sir!
I know we've been an inconvenience
for you since we've been here.
But I think you'll be impressed
by what I'm about to show you.
This location, obviously,
has been strategically chosen...
...for the long-range views.
Moray Firth in the east,
Loch Lochy in the west.
-Now follow me.
-Thank you.
Now, here she is...
...our pride and joy.
Now, before we fire up Victoria--
That's what we call her.
--I need you three
to remain here on the perimeter.
And you might wanna cover your
ears. She packs a hell of a punch.
-Come on. Block your ears.
-We will be firing down the loch.
Let's see what sort of splash
she makes.
All right, men. Walker.
-The loch? No, he can't do that.
-What on earth?
I should have told you,
there's a creature there.
A water horse. He could get hurt.
What? Stop this nonsense
and let them do their work.
-No, Captain Hamilton. You mustn't!
-Angus! Angus!
We're to remain over here.
Mother, please listen. He hatched
from an egg. I saved his life.
-That is enough.
-Mother, it's true.
He's telling the truth.
You have to believe--
-No! Stop!
-Fire!
Fire!
Very good.
What happened?
Did they kill Crusoe?
That can't be the end.
No, no, no.
But it was the beginning of the end.
Poor Angus was beside himself
for his creature.
He got into terrible trouble.
-No! Don't!
-Hey! You!
-No! Don't!
-Control yourself, boy.
Did I or did I not tell you
to wait over there?!
Angus, this is not the place for us.
Can someone drive us home, please?
-Certainly. Corbin.
-Yes, sir.
-Kirstie.
-Anne.
The boy needs discipline, Anne.
The captain lost all respect
in Anne's eyes that day.
All right, Corbin.
That creature'll never surface
after that bombardment. Puddocks.
-You bloody pests!
-Aye.
And he blew a big hole in Jock's plans
for fame and Jimmy's for fortune.
-To the left!
-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.
Blimey, that's it.
-What's it?
-The monster.
That's just what I saw.
If it's out there, I'll catch it.
Let's go hunting, boys.
-Angus.
-Kirstie?
This is Lewis' idea.
If you tell Mummy I let you out,
I'll deny it. Do you understand?
Now everyone's talking
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 wild, lad.
No. You're wrong.
You'll see.
Angus, be careful.
Easy, boy.
I'm your friend.
No, Angus!
It was your idea to put him in the wild.
You said it would be best for him.
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?