The Water Horse: Legend of the Deep (The Water Horse)

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? - Lf 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 II.

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, 12 Medium Regiment, Royal Artillery.

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.